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stevebabey · 1 year

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part one. the same cw applies as part one (cw: past sexual coercion is implied) thank u for any & all kind comments <3 hopin to deliver on the angsty hurt/comfort front >:/

“I’m sorry.”

It’s not exactly how he planned to start his whole apology speech but it’s as good a start as any. Steve is glad he says it. Eddie’s entire character softens just a bit hearing it, his shoulders relaxing to sit a little lower, like maybe, he was afraid Steve had come by to argue some more.

For a moment, they stare at each other until Eddie seems to realise he’s blocking the entrance. He jolts just a bit and side steps, beckoning Steve to come inside.

Good start. Steve steps forward and the subsequent rustle from behind his back reminds him of what’s in his hands. He pulls them out from their hiding spot and offers them out with only a marginally awkward cough. “Uh, first, these are for you.”

In his hands are blue hydrangeas, 3 of them, and the bag containing a mixtape and a multitude of Eddie’s favourite candies.

Eddie’s reaction isn’t… quite the usual. He doesn’t swoon or snap up the gifts out of Steve’s hands like Tilly and other girlfriends had. He doesn’t smile either, just eyes then silently. Steve feels a roll of worry tangle up his stomach.

After a moment, Eddie takes them. Steve follows him, taking the trailer stairs two at a time to keep watch on what Eddie will do. It’s a surprise then to watch them get placed to the side, flowers and gift bag dumped down on the Munson’s cluttered dining table. Eddie doesn’t even attempt a peek into the bag, which, well, for Eddie says a lot.

Moving his gaze from their discarded state to Eddie, Steve finds himself pinned down by Eddie’s waiting stare, his arms crossed tight over his chest. He’s waiting for Steve to speak. Right, it’s time to face the music.

Steve chances a quick glance down at the smudged bullet points on his palm. It suddenly feels too wooden for what Steve really wants to say, too constructed, too much what he thought Eddie wanted to hear.

And besides, Eddie hadn’t reacted as expected in the first instance, the forgotten gifts put to the side. Steve shoves his hand deep in his pocket and goes instead with exactly what he’s feeling.

“Okay, um. Look, I didn’t mean what I said. I- I know that was, I— my parents came home that night.”

None of it is coming out right, stammers on every word. Steve curses himself under his breath and wills himself to continue. Knows if it was Eddie apologising it would be poetic and sweet, all the right words in all the right order.

“I’m not— It’s not an excuse,” Steve shakes his head, tries to string together one single coherent fucking sentence. “I’m sorry. Sorry that I didn’t pick you up. And- and I’m sorry for what I said, I didn’t mean it. Really, it’s- I don’t think that of you. I’m sorry if I made you think I did.”

Eddie nods, though his clenched jaw gives away he’s not entirely peachy just yet.

“Robin told me about your parents being home. And yeah, it wasn’t cool what you said.” He agrees and Steve’s stomach turns. “But I wasn’t exactly fair either, getting all up in your face about it, so I’m sorry for that.”

Steve blinks, surprised; an apology was the last thing he’d expected to come out of Eddie’s mouth.

“I’m still a bit hurt,” Eddie admits, arms folding across his chest in a defensive motion. Steve hates how he seems to be curling in on himself, so obviously hating to admit aloud that Steve’s words had cut so deep. “But y’know, I know now that you were wound up from your parents being home. So, you’re, like, forgiven I guess.”

...Huh, okay. Usually, forgiveness comes after the grovelling, Steve thinks. Not as easily granted as Eddie is seemingly giving him now.

“Okay, uh,” Steve says warily, not quite sure where to go from here. Eddie isn’t really moving, still standing a bit tense. Waiting for Steve to break the ice.

Steve’s eyes dart to the dining table — the resting hydrangeas and abandoned candy. Steve tries to put two and two together, sure, so sure he’s missing something. It’s never this easy.

Eddie hadn’t acknowledged the flowers, hadn’t wanted the gifts. Steve may be forgiven but he still hasn’t shown Eddie how sorry he is.

Steve steps closer and sinks to his knees.

Eddie’s eyes widen in an instant and he takes half a step back, his hands raising up. It doesn’t feel good to watch Eddie put distance between them. Something curls up in Steve’s stomach.

“What are you doing?” Eddie asks. His voice is a bit scratchy and he clears his throat, not moving closer but not moving further away.

Fine. He wants Steve to spell it out. Steve wishes Eddie would just let him apologise in the way he knows — he was hoping Eddie wouldn’t make him drag out his apologies like his father did. But Eddie did love his theatrics so it’s not all that surprising.

“I’m… still apologising?” It’s not meant to come out as a question but half way through the sentence, Steve clocks Eddie’s body language. It’s giving very different vibes than expected. Steve’s confused.

The confusion only hikes up when anger flares in Eddie’s eyes, his jaw tightening just a bit. “You’re—? This isn’t gonna make what you said hurt any less, Steve. Is that what the…”

Eddie trails off, his own gaze tracking over to the dining table. He seems even more ticked off then, fixing his gaze back on to Steve.

“Are you trying to— Did you think you buying me stuff and sucking my dick is some completely fucked way to fast-track an apology?”

Steve feels his own eyes widen, each word twisting his confusion up so tightly it hurts in his chest. Eddie sounds angry.

“No,” Steve insists weakly, because he knows that’s what Eddie wants to hear. Even if that sort of is what he was expecting. He shakes his head, tries to get a read on Eddie’s body language beyond his annoyance. What does he want? “No, I just…”

Eddie’s anger seems to wane a little, seeing the confusion shudder across Steve’s features. Steve suddenly feels incredibly stupid being on his knees— but he doesn’t move. He doesn’t know what to do, doesn’t know what to say. Maybe Eddie doesn’t want him in this way right now.

“I was,” Steve starts, clearing his throat and willing away his flushed cheeks. “I’m proving it to you.” His voice is a little stronger now, more sure. “I want to prove that I’m sorry.”

Eddie stares at him for a long moment and just when Steve thinks he’ll concede and reach for his belt, he surprises Steve and sinks to his knees too. He sits atop his boots, now face to face with his boyfriend, and reaches out gingerly to place a hand on Steve’s knee.

Steve eyes it for a moment. Is this the come on?

“Steve,” Eddie says gently. It reminds Steve of the tone one might have with an easily spooked animal, all comforting and soothing. “Do you even… want this? To have sex right now?”

It’s a strange question, Steve thinks. He frowns. This blowjob isn’t about him. “I think I’m confused,” He admits, forcing a chuckle to make it a little more casual. Then repeats the sentiment from earlier again. “I want to apologise.”

Eddie nods, harsh enough a curl untucks itself from behind his ear. “Yeah, sweetheart, you already did that. You apologised and I forgave you.”

Eddie doesn’t mention that all these extra things, the gifts and flowers, made him question the genuineness in Steve’s apology at first. Something tells him to dig a little deeper. Steve isn’t smarmy or cocky, he’s not sure that’ll be forgiven, he’s… confused.

But Steve nods. He’s following Eddie’s words so far. Something glitters inside him that he’s already back to sweetheart so soon. He hesitantly lays his own hand atop of Eddie’s, resting them both on his knee. Doesn’t speak. Doesn’t even know what to say.

“So, I guess what I’m asking is… what is this?” Eddie waves his hand over Steve’s kneeled form.

The way he says it is still so concerned, which is so far from the usual eagerness Steve has come to know from him normally in these types of situations. Suddenly, knowing Eddie’s definitely not in the mood makes the whole thing a lot more embarrassing now.

“Christ, I wish I had known you wouldn’t want that now,” Steve forces another laugh, quiet, as he ducks his head down. Eddie doesn’t join in, just waits patiently.

“I was— y’know,” Steve waves a hand, gesturing to nothing. “Proving I was sorry. Making it up to you. Guess sex was the wrong idea there, sorry.”

He grimaces a bit, squeezes Eddie’s hand. Steve wonders how he’ll end up making it up to Eddie, if not this way. It’s always been this way.

Eddie doesn’t say anything, just stares at Steve with a perturbed expression on his face. If Steve had to guess, he’d say he almost— almost looks a bit sad.

“Stevie,” Eddie says, nudging closer. Both their knees are touching now. “You already apologised. I forgave you.”

He’s repeating things Steve already knows, so Steve nods. Then repeats the thing he’s heard a hundred times over, “Yeah, I know and now I need to prove how sorry I am.”

Eddie’s face crumples a bit, the frown line between his brows deepening. He seems to have hit some understanding, shuffling even closer to Steve. Any annoyance from a minute ago has leaked out of his body. He’s all comfort now, every soft part that Steve adores so much.

“No, you don’t.” Eddie says simply, words strong and sure. “I know that you’re sorry. You said so. That’s proof enough for me, sweetheart.”

Oh. That’s all there is to it, apparently.

Steve’s acutely aware that the emotion streaking through his chest is relief — relief that he doesn’t have to jump through hoops to gain anything back. Doesn’t have to open his mouth or spread his legs just to earn back his partners affections for a heat of the moment mistake.

He said he was sorry and Eddie forgave him. That’s it. That’s all it took. Like an ill-weighted scale, all the relief slides down into a strange hot shame. Oh god, he’s just come in and then— and Eddie hadn’t even— and Steve had thought—

“Oh, fuck, I’m sorry, that must’ve—“ Steve reels back, the embarrassment from earlier rearing up inside him close to pure mortification. He pulls his hand from Eddie’s grip, all of it suddenly wrong, so so wrong. “I’m sorry, that was so weird of me to offer—“

“Hey, hey, hey, no.” Eddie’s cutting in before Steve gets very far, firmly planting both hands onto Steve’s shoulders to keep him from receding any further. “Don’t apologise for that. That’s… Steve, will you look at me please?”

Nope, a small voice inside him answer, with a quiver. Looking at the trailer floor is so much easier than what Eddie’s asking.

There’s been many times where Steve has felt a bit dumb but this? This feels like a special kind of stupid. The word throbs in his chest painfully as he wonders how he’d got so turned around. He wants to apologise again.

“Stevie?” Eddie says his name again, a soft coo. One of the hands on Steve’s shoulders shifts, hesitating for a moment, before gingerly cradling his jaw. Steve lets Eddie tilt his face up, reluctantly dragging his gaze up to his boyfriend’s face.

Eddie is all sweetness, eyes soft and smile encouraging. It’s his tenderness that makes Steve exhale, a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding and he can’t help the way he sags just a bit and leans into Eddie’s hold.

Eddie gives a quiet hum. “No more apologies, okay?”

Steve nods, the motion a bit slow. It sort of feels as though it’s a little harder to move against gravity, like the air is thick molasses. He’s tired. Why is he so tired? He wonders if it’s the mountainous relief that’s still trickling out his body.

“We- we’ll need to talk about that later,” Eddie nods along to his words, voice all tender. The way he says it lets Steve know it’s not a bad thing. “But for now I think I’d just rather hold you. Can I do that?”

How backwards. Steve had come here to apologise, to make it up to Eddie, and now he’s the one being comforted. And yet, his nod comes much easier this time. It’s probably a bit too eager but Steve’s just about drowned in his embarrassment tonight so what’s some more?

Eddie’s hands move and grip Steve’s hands in his lap, giving a comforting squeeze— then waits, doesn’t move until Steve gives another squeeze back.

Then Eddie’s rising, standing up and pulling Steve up with him. It’s quiet, Steve hiding the tiny shake in his hands by squeezing Eddie’s hand so tight he won’t notice — til Eddie’s knees crack, terribly loud in the silence, and he whispers a loud, “Ow, fuck.”

Steve can’t help it, he laughs, the sound bursting out of him. Fuck, his boyfriend is an old man sometimes.

Then Eddie laughs too, that glorious sound that Steve could bottle and get drunk on and then they’re both laughing — and Eddie is tugging Steve into his bedroom, both of them collapsing into the creaky bed. The springs whine under their weight but it goes unheard.

Eddie does his best to bundle Steve in his arms, accidentally sticking his elbow into Steve’s side but it doesn’t even matter. Eddie cuddles are a fuckin’ delicacy as far Steve’s concerned— when he’s happy with the way he’s wrapped himself around Steve, full Koala style, he squeeezes.

It forces a pathetic sounding wheeze out from Steve, quickly spiralling into another laugh because who has ever loved him this way? This well? Between the threads of relief that pluck on his heartstrings is white hot love.

Steve already knows what’s coming next, what is always the second step in Eddie cuddles. Instead of hiding his face away into Eddie’s chest, like he’s done a thousand times before, he sticks his face out. Chin jutted out, face exposed, and ready for kisses.

Eddie doesn’t deny him. It’s a wet smush of quick kisses, on his cheeks, his nose, his eyelids — Eddie lets out little ‘mwahs’ as he goes, in a sickly sweet voice that Steve adores.

Faintly, inside his chest Steve’s heart sighs. Because no apology, no forgiveness, has ever been like this, this simple, this easy. Equal comfort — like Eddie was aware Steve had been suffering on the other end of the silent treatment, at regretting his own words.

Steve silently hopes it’ll always be this way, even though another part deeper down knows it’ll be. That arguments with Eddie might involve childish silent treatment, tongues poked out and boots stamped — but that apologies would never be a test. Never more than an honest admittance of regret in the form of words.

In the way Eddie presses a particularly slimy kiss against his cheek, hard enough it makes Steve’s cheek squish, he thinks he might not have to worry much at all.

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5ummit · 1 year

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Stucky used to be my comfort ship.

I used to think Steve and Bucky cared for each other so deeply and tragically that their love – even if only viewed as platonic – could not be denied by anyone. Not after Steve spent THREE whole movies, the entire Cap trilogy, proving how much Bucky meant to him over and over and over. Steve was willing to fight for him and die for him in every single movie. I used to think that even if Marvel gave Steve another love interest, even if he died in Endgame, it wouldn’t change or negate how devoted they were to each other. That they would still be friends “til the end of the line.”

Little did I know what awaited me in Endgame was a fate worse than death.

Steve left and in doing so rewrote everything we thought we knew about him and his relationship with Bucky. About who Steve is as a character entirely. It wasn’t just that he abandoned his supposed best friend, who he had been chasing and obsessing over for years. Who was there for him and looked after him ever since they were children. If Steve had left the Bucky he used to know in the 1940s for some love interest and a life without him, it would still be pretty out of character, but I would eventually get over it. 1940s!Bucky was confident, happy, and had family and friends who cared about him. Endgame!Bucky is not that Bucky.

Endgame!Bucky is broken and lost and just now learning how to be a person again. Endgame!Bucky has no friends and no family. Endgame!Bucky just spent the last 70 years of his life going from one fight to another, being brainwashed and tortured and manipulated and abused. Endgame!Bucky is clinging by a thread to the one and only thing he knows and values in this world: Steve.

This is the Bucky that Steve chose to leave.

If Steve was any kind of friend at all – if Steve was truly a hero and the morally upstanding person he’s portrayed as, a person worthy of wielding Mjolnir – he would know these things about Bucky, his best friend since childhood, and at the very least, would refuse to leave his side until Bucky had some sort of support network and seemed well-adjusted enough to handle it. But he doesn’t. Even in their farewell scene when Bucky (looking like a kicked puppy) says to him “I’m gonna miss you” Steve won’t even echo the sentiment. He just says “it’s gonna be okay,” as if he’s aware of the pain Bucky must be in and essentially tells him, “don’t worry, you’ll get over it.” And I’m not even going to get into the terrible way Steve treated his other best friend, Sam, by keeping him completely in the dark about his plans for absolutely no reason and abandoning him as well.

Marvel didn’t just make Steve act out of character in Endgame in an effort to no-homo him and create a ~surprise twist~. They didn’t just make him a bit selfish and a bad friend. They straight up made him a villain, and I will never ever forgive them for it.

#in honor of the endgame anniversary #have this rant that I've had sitting in my drafts for like two years #which I wrote up at one point to get it out of my system #still just as true now and I'm still mad so I figured I might as well post it #the whole thing would be absolutely shakespearean if it weren't so goddamn out of character #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #anti endgame #marvel #my words #marvel wank #my meta

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stvharrngton · 5 months

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a lesson in romantics; lesson seven

summary: a multi-part series where reader is the new art teacher at hawkins high and the history teacher, mr. harrington, takes a shine to the new girl. mutual pining ensues on their road to love 🥀

a/n: we are finally back!! i’m so sorry i took me so long to get this going again after kinktober but i promise to regularly update now 🥺

characters: steve harrington x fem!reader, robin buckley, mentions of the readers family/ex

word count: 1.7k

warnings: angst, cursing

taglist: @inkluvs @dukesmebby @sweetbabygirlsworld @kennedy-brooke @gvf23 @nix-rose

series taglist: @pbs-theundeadmaggot @alana4610 @onceuponaoneshot

SERIES MASTERLIST

HAWKINS, DECEMBER 1992

Steve had it all planned out. The perfect date that you hadn’t even said yes to yet, that he hadn’t even asked you on yet. But he was prepared, nonetheless.

He’d been sitting on the plan throughout the winter break. You revealed to him that you planned to go home for the holidays, to see your family and spend the break with them. His brain started working overtime from the first day, what he could possibly say to you, in what way he could ask you.

He called your Mom’s house to wish you well on Christmas, your voice ringing through the receiver making Steve all warm inside. He felt like a teenager again, like a boy with his first crush on the pretty girl. He was unable to get your voice out of his head for the rest of the break.

New Year’s Eve soon rolled around and you were back in town. Steve had arranged to meet you for coffee, a quick catchup prior to the big New Years Party at Steve’s place later on. You had originally planned to meet at your favourite bakery across town, until you called that morning and asked Steve just to meet at your apartment.

Steve knocked at your door, his heart thumping against your chest. He wondered if he would always feel this nervous when it came to you, or if it was just the unsaid question that lingered on his tongue. He clutched a gift bag in his hand, patiently waiting for you to answer.

The door swung open and there you were. You looked cosy and comforting, a little bit like home. You welcomed Steve inside with a side hug, squeezing at his side. He handed you over the gift, insisting it was only a little something from Robin and himself for Christmas.

Steve could tell something was off, that you were different somehow. Your eyes didn’t light up the same as they did before, your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes. It did worry him a little, made him wonder if he’d done something, or if something had happened back home.

You sat over your steaming mugs, the coffee warming your hands from the bitter cold outside. “How have the holidays been? How was home?” It was a simple question, Steve thought. Desperately hoping you would open up to him.

“Home was okay,” you replied quietly with a shrug, “I told my Mom about you, she said she’d love to meet you.” Thinking about it brought a small smile to your face, and an even bigger one to Steve’s.

“Your Mom has great taste.” Steve replied with a smirk, bringing the mug to his lips, his eyebrows wiggling over the rim.

“Saw my ex,” the smile immediately disappeared when you uttered the words. A look of uncertainty replaced it instead.

“Oh,” it was said with a nod, a hint of caution around his voice, “how did that go?”

Steve didn’t know all of the details, you never talked about your ex much but what Steve did know about them, he didn’t like it. You had expressed that the breakup was messy, hinted that your ex didn’t treat you right, that you moved to Hawkins to get away from them.

“Weird?” It was the only way you could describe it, you were fighting with your heart and your brain, “He apologised for everything that happened, practically begged me to forgive him and take him back.”

You couldn’t look Steve in the eye, your gaze trained on the steaming mug of coffee in your hands. You liked to think it came from a place of care, though you suspected there was a hint of jealousy but Steve’s demeanour changed every time you mentioned your ex boyfriend.

“And?”

“I don’t know,” you said quietly with a shrug, “he seemed genuine, like he really meant it. And things ended so messy, there was just never any closure for any unresolved feelings, I guess.”

Your voice was uncertain, almost like you were hiding something and Steve could tell. It was like there was something you weren’t telling him, something you couldn’t bare to say.

“Right.”

Steve’s tone was sharp and so unlike Steve. He was never this way with you, never harsh, never snappy. It made you blink twice, your eyes narrowing at the man sitting across from you.

“What?” was all you asked, straightening your back as you eyed him.

“Nothing!” Steve held his hands up in his defence, trying to downplay his attitude, “I just don’t think it’s such a good idea to forgive so easily, maybe he’s not good for you.”

Steve’s heart sank to his stomach the moment the words left his mouth. But he was speaking from a good place and God, he wished you would listen to him.

On the other hand, Steve’s words stung. A prickly, cold sting in your stomach that hurt in a way you never thought they could. You knew his words were probably true, that maybe it wasn’t the best idea to go back to your ex but your head was a mess and you couldn’t think straight.

“What, and you are?” Your tone was accusatory, your voice dripping with a venom you never thought you could use on Steve. You regretted the words as soon as they left your mouth but it all got a little much, your head spinning with conflicting thoughts.

“What?! No, that’s— that’s not what I meant,” Steve stammered, lost for words at your question. His cheeks began to heat up, his palms growing clammy. Sure, Steve had feelings for you but fuck, you didn’t need to find out and you certainly weren’t supposed to find out like this.

“I just meant, you moved to a whole new state! New job, new home to get away from this guy, y’know?” Steve desperately tried to reason with you but it seemed the more he spoke, the more upset you looked. “I’d hate for him to do that to you all over again.”

Steve was sincere and you knew he was. You knew he was speaking from his heart and that you should listen but damn, were you stubborn and not prepared to hear this right now. You didn’t know what to think, you didn’t know what to feel. Your heart was saying one thing and your head another. And you really, really wished your head would win this battle.

Your anger soon subsided, it turned into a dull ache and a bitter sadness at the pit of your stomach. You needed time, you needed space. “I think—, I don’t know, I think I need to be alone for a little while.” You spoke quietly now, your eyes meeting Steve’s for only a second. His warm brown orbs not sparkling with the fondness they usually held for you behind his glasses.

Steve could only nod silently, his eyes not quite meeting your gaze as he stood from the kitchen table, coffee only half drunk. He took a breath in, fingers scratching at his neck as he spoke, “It’s okay, I get it,” he paused, jacket in hand, “and I’m sorry, y’know? For prying, I guess but I hope you figure it all out.”

So Steve picked up his broken heart and left your apartment, shutting the door closed behind him. The drive back to his house was silent, no radio, the only sound was the hum of the engine and the cool wind outside.

The feeling as he shut the door behind him was painful, the thumping sound of the early 90s blasted from the stereo in Steve’s living room, Robin in the kitchen with a wide, excited smile on her face when she saw her best friend walk into the room.

“Used my spare key, hope you don’t mind,” she started, urging him to take a seat. It was uncommon that Robin would show up at Steve’s place unannounced and not to say that Steve wasn’t expecting Robin but he certainly wasn’t expecting her this early, “so, how’d it go? Did she say yes?”

Steve could only groan in response. Your disaster of a conversation, what was supposed to be Steve asking you out on a date, replayed in his mind. “Don’t even go there,” he sighed, setting his head in his hands as his elbows rested on the table, “it was a fucking car crash Robin.”

Robin can’t say she was shocked at Steve’s ability to put his foot in it from time to time, to say the wrong thing at the wrong time, “What happened?”

“I can’t, fuck—,” Steve’s fingers raked through his hair before pushing his glasses up his face, finger and thumb pinching at the bridge of his nose, “long story short, her ex might be back in the picture? I said something that I probably shouldn’t have but I was just trying to look out for her, Robs, really, I was.” He sighed now, thinking back over his words. Steve didn’t regret what he said, more regretting the timing of them. “Then she said she wanted to be alone so I don’t think she’s gonna show at the party tonight either.”

“Oh, Steve,” was all the younger girl could say. She knew Steve liked you, really liked you, even if he denied it as such. “I’m sorry, that sucks big time.”

“Yeah, thanks, Robin.” The older of the two rolled his eyes with a groan, his tough exterior softening once he felt Robin’s hand on his shoulder, her fingers squeezing gently over the material of his sweater.

For once, Robin was at a loss for words. Unsure what to say to make Steve feel better, if it was even possible for him to feel better. “Maybe give her a little time? Everything’s happened so fast a bit of space might be good.”

Steve had no choice but to listen to Robin because deep down he knew she was right. Badgering you and pushing you wouldn’t make it better, wouldn’t make you change your mind. Even though all Steve wanted to do was talk to you, to hear your voice, hear your laugh. To see your smile and your pretty eyes but it wasn’t meant to be.

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ladykailitha · 4 months

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Look, considering I've only gotten involved in Stranger Things after season four and therefore haven't been around the fans during other new season filming starts, but my brothers/sisters/nb in fandom what the honest fuck is going on right now?

I have been a part of other fandoms when new seasons started filming and the worst I'd seen was BBC Sherlock. And you lot are behaving worst then they did.

And Jesus fuck, that's a fucking low ass bar.

(Again I am ship and let ship, kinktomato, and headcanon free for all)

But this is just what I've seen in my small deliberately secluded corner of the internet so forgive me if I get some things wrong.

Ronance fans have turned on Steddie fans.

Steddie fans are trying to eat each other over who tops and who bottoms between two horny, barely out of their teens, men.

Eddie is confirmed dead.

Dustin is trying to become Eddie.

People want Will dead because Noah Schnapps said some stupid shit regarding genocide.

And Argyle isn't coming back.

I'm going to give you my feelings on these so buckle up lets go:

1- Steddie and Ronance fans have turned on each other. And I know this because I doom scroll through steddie tag. That Ronance fans think Steddie fans are delusional and that they're going down after season five airs and there will be more Ronance fans because they're perfect for each other.

Where to even begin on this? First, never tell a shipper that their ship is never going to be canon because they don't care. Just ask all the Destiel, johnlock, and merarthur fans. Steddie fans are just going to ignore all but the most salient parts of season 5 if Eddie doesn't come back and write AUs for the rest of their lives. You know, like they have since the last scene on the Piggyback faded to black?

Secondly, I don't think I've seen much Ronance without Steddie. Granted I only read Steddie, but it seems that the two ships are tied pretty heavily together. The fruity four comes to mind. So maybe it's that they're getting tired of being a side ship next to a massive one like Steddie. Who knows. But apparently they're bitter.

And I say that because they keep tagging their anti-Steddie posts as Steddie to make sure we see it. Honestly, I just block them and go about my day. But seriously, I've never understood people's need to be shitty like posting hate on the tag for that thing. If you don't like it, fine. Block and move on.

Thirdly. Lastly. Maybe. I don't like Ronance. I saw the charms when I first joined the fandom and it was cute. Until the more I read and I realized that most of the time they don't bring up that Jonathan is even a person let alone Nancy's current boyfriend. That most of the time Steve is written wildly out of character about not caring that they're a couple and that he just wants them to be happy. Like, one Jonathan is severely under used in the fics I've read. Like Will doesn't have an older brother anymore. It's all Steve or Eddie. Which considering how you like your flavor of queer for Eddie or Steve (gay/pan/bisexual) Will talking to them about being gay makes sense, but Jonathan showed us in the last season that he is going to protect Will no matter what. Then blip! in fanfics, he's gone.

And then the whole Steve being okay with Robin not only dating an ex-girlfriend of his, but the ex. The one he thought he was going to marry. The one he dreamed a whole fucking future on. That was still hurt by two fucking years later. You either think very lowly of Steve or you just don't care. Because if you think Robin and Steve are the same person/share the same braincell/ride or die for life, there is no way even if Nancy threw herself at Robin would she even consider it. (I can write a whole ass post just on this by the way, don't get me started.)

2- This is the most recent bullshittery due to a current event about Sub Eddie. This is the worst discourse in any fandom and the worst offenders on either side tend say the most homophobic shit imaginable.

And it's pointless. Whether you think Steve is a top or bottom, whether you think he's dom or a sub. Same with Eddie. Everyone has their own flavor they prefer and they won't always match up with yours.

Personally I write them whatever feels natural for the story. But here's the major crux of the matter. I don't believe a little nerd in Bumfuck, Indiana has any idea what flagging is. I'm sorry. Left pocket, right pocket. Doesn't matter. The likely of him even knowing what BDSM is is pretty slim. I grew up in a small town. There will be some people that know, but that's because they know adults in the scene.

Don't like, don't read. Seriously, guys. Let people enjoy what they want to.

My personal feelings on the matter is that Steve is a bottom/sub because he deserves to be taken care of and Eddie would absolutely want to be that person for Steve, in and out of the bedroom. Again, you do you, beau.

3- The tombstone. Sigh. It was hard to see that. Not just because it confirms he's dead, but because it's been defaced. Most likely like fans have said, "BURN IN HELL" the poor bastard.

Having a tombstone doesn't necessarily preclude Eddie's return. There are several ways he can still comeback Kas! theory not withstanding. But the wank here is people jumping on Steddie shippers and Eddie fans in general pointing and screaming "see!"

Like we didn't have campaigns for Barb and Bob and (Billy). If someone's favorite character has died, don't be dicks when they want them to be resurrected a la Jim Hopper. Because that right there is the main reason people will still hold out hope until the final scene fades to black, okay?

I guess this one is just be nicer to each other, okay?

4- *sob* like holy fuck. Dustin you sweetheart. The long hair, the torn Hellfire t-shirt, the rings. The horns and sticking out his tongue. That poor boy needs several hugs STAT! And of course, people can't leave well enough alone on Facebook, I couldn't tell you how many of the comments were "steddie fans are going to make this all about them, aren't they?" Even though there wasn't a single comment by a Steddie making it about Steve/Eddie. But so many eye rolls. The other half were death threats against Noah Schnapp.

Which brings me to...

5- Noah Schnapp said some really shitty things about Zionism and the attack on Gaza. There is no escaping that. He said them. He double downed on them. And while yes it sucks he said those things, let's not forget he's still young and stupid. He's barely 18/19 years old. I remember being that age and saying stupid fucked up shit, and hoo boy does this make me grateful I was well into adulthood when the internet became a thing (24ish).

There are a lot of reasons to be upset by his comments and I get that. But death threats and calls for his dismissal/boycotts just seems excessive to me.

One, because the story began with a kidnapped little boy and a runaway little girl. If you get rid of one of them especially this close to the end it would fuck up the story. Now if there was more than one season left, sure. But this is literally the end. And for all we know, Will's character may already be doomed by the narrative. So calling for it now isn't go to do anything. Especially since they already had all the scripts written and would have finished filming if it hadn't been for the strikes.

Two, one person on the cast said something stupid and hurtful and you want to boycott the entire show for it? Like, what did David Harbor, Joe Keery, Maya Hawke, Millie Bobby Brown and all the others do to deserve you boycotting their show? If the last season tanks it could seriously hurt their careers, but hey Noah Schnapp said something bad, so fuck them?

I'm going to stop there, because this is another one I can go on and on about, but yeah. Don't hurt other people in your rush to vilify an 18 year old.

6- Eduardo Franco recently said that he didn't get a call so he didn't think he would be back. He was sure that ship had sailed.

Fans are upset, naturally. Argyle was a sweetheart and deserves better than to be cut from the story like that.

But thanks to the incident with David Harbor and Jim Hopper supposedly being dead, a lot of fans are saying he's only saying that because it's a "secret" he's coming back. Which would make sense for Eddie or any of the other character died. Martin Brenner, for example, but not Argyle. There would be no need for subterfuge. Plus, he would already be out in Georgia if he was coming back.

It's sad that he was done dirty this way, but if they split up the filming like they've done before there is still a chance he might get to come back, but as far as the current filming is concerned, yeah Argyle isn't coming back.

***

Just... be kind to each other. Remember that the other people on the end of the URL is an actual person with feelings. That people can like what they like so if they aren't hurting you, don't hurt them, okay?

#my writing #stranger things #ladykailitha rants #tw wank #fandom wank #season 5

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stevesbipanic · 4 months

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Billy was not racist. He was trying to protect Max and Lucas both from his father, who would have harmed both of them plus Billy if he knew they were even hanging out let alone romantically involved. Billy was a victim of abuse at the hands of his father, and his mother abandoned him to his father despite knowing what cruelties he would suffer just to save her own ass. Was Billy an asshole? Yes. Was the shitty way he treated people especially Max okay? No, never. Nothing excuses it. But you try living with the sorts of abuses his father heaped on him, and on his mother before she left, and the abuses he would have been heaping on Max's mom too. I have zero doubt that Billy's father r-worded both Billy's mom and later Max's mom because "wifely duties" or some other misogynistic garbage. Billy would have overheard the sounds from it pretty much any time it happened while he was home. You try living with all that and see how YOU turn out. Billy did deserve a redemption arc. He got one of a sort when he sacrificed himself despite "the mindflayer's" control over him, all to save El, Max, Max's mom, and even people he hated. Because he knew what "the mindflayer" had planned. Did you not see Billy's tears when "the mindflayer" was speaking through him? Did you not notice Billy told Karen to stay away from him rather than give in to "the mindflayer" and kill her? Did you not notice Billy flat out lied to his father when his father demanded to know where Max had run off to? There's no way Billy didn't have some kind of clue where to find her. But he lied to his father, to shield her and to shield Lucas, from whatever harm would absolutely have come to them at the hands of Neil Hargrove. Billy is not the embodiment of evil you clearly think he is.

Did Billy somewhat sometimes care about his stepsister? Yes. Did he get abused by his dad? Also yes. These facts don't excuse him from his actions in both seasons 2 and 3.

In our early meetings of Billy he highly threatens to run over the party while they're on their bikes. A normal same human being wouldn't do that. He also beat Steve to the point the kids thought he might be dead. He continued beating Steve even once Steve had been thoroughly knocked out, and likely would've killed Steve if Max hadn't knocked him out.

Also YES HE WAS RACIST WTF ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT???? Did you know that Billy's line "certain type of people" in regards to Lucas, was originally a black slur? He was a racist character picking up the trait from yes his abusive dad. Just because his dad was abusive doesn't mean Billy didn't become racist because of his upbringing with him.

You can definitely say that line is to protect Max from abuse from her stepdad if he found out she was talking to a black boy. But it certainly wasn't protecting Lucas, billy couldn't care less about Lucas' safety (SEE TRYING TO RUN HIM OFF THE ROAD).

His character was written to be a bad person, accept this. Characters aren't always written to have redemption arcs or all be good people. He was a racist bully from the 80s with an abusive dad. Just because you think he's hot doesn't change these facts.

Also, abuse doesn't inherently make your character grow up to be a bully. Lonnie Byers is heavily written as an abusive father, even going so far as it was suggested he killed Will in season 1. But neither of the Byers grow up to be bullies. Eleven is brought up in an abusive environment and moves past these traits. Steve's parents are seen as hard on him and in some ways absent and neglectful and besides Jonathan we never see him fight anyone that wasn't for protection.

Billy is the only older character that shows complete disregard for the kids safety. And him dying in st3 doesn't forgive these actions nor rewrite his racist abusive character.

You're allowed to hate characters that are written to be the bad guys. No one attacks anyone for hating Dr Brenner because he's the villain. Many people including myself didn't like Steve in season 1 because he was written to be the popular asshole. Characters are written certain ways for reasons. So go enjoy your self insert fanfiction where you really just want Billy to be a hot ooc. But for the rest of us it's totally fair to hate on one of the villains of the series.

#anti billy hargrove #stranger things #anti billy stans #b asks

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The Kids Grovel for Steve's Forgiveness

Part 3 of the "The Party Forgets Steve's Birthday" fic! I hope you guys like it and please leave your thoughts in the comments!

~*~*~*~

There was something off with Steve and Eddie lately but Dustin couldn’t quite place his finger on what it was. They’d both been distant for the past few weeks for unknown reasons. Steve hadn’t been answering any of the Party’s phone calls and he’d refused to drive any of them anywhere. The times he did interact with them, Eddie would swoop in and take him elsewhere. He was acting as a blockade of sorts, preventing any member of the Party besides himself from getting close to Steve. The last time any of the kids had spoken to him uninterrupted was weeks ago when Steve refused to let them rent a rated R movie and if anything, the kids should be mad at him, not the other way around.

Perhaps most concerning about the whole situation was how Eddie was postponing sessions for the campaign. He’d canceled Hellfire club two weeks in a row, an action he once called “blasphemous and unjust”. Everyone was really worried about his change of heart and Dustin was determined to get to the bottom of it.

Everything came to a head at Friday’s session, the first one in weeks that Eddie hadn’t tried to postpone. He was unnecessarily brutal at this session and was doing his darndest to kill everyone like some sort of fantasy nerd serial killer. The session was supposed to continue from where they were recuperating at an inn in a small village and all of the boys were looking forward to some light humor in these confusing times. What no one was expecting was for the evil gorgons and their tamed serpents to attack the town in an effort to kill their group in an act of revenge.

They were supposed to be having a fun time playing a campaign for DnD but Eddie seemed more malicious, more hostile than usual. Only two hours in and half the Party was dead, the rest low on hit points, right on the verge of death.

“Okay, what the hell?” Dustin shouted as Gary the Great turned to stone after being caught in a fire and cornered by a gorgon.

“What?” Eddie asked him, his expression a careful mask of neutrality.

“What’s your problem? We ended the last session safe at an inn, what the hell is this?” The other guys nodded their agreement with his outburst. No one was expecting to get their favorite characters murdered so ruthlessly, at least not so soon in the session.

“The inn burned down and the town is under attack by merciless gorgons. That’s not my fault,” Eddie told them all.

“Yes it is, you literally wrote this! This session was supposed to last ten hours. We’re two hours in and most of us are dead! Why are you doing this?” Dustin’s voice was embarrassingly shrill but it got his point across just fine.

“It’s not my fault your strategy sucks, Henderson! Maybe you should try a little harder to stay alive!” Eddie yelled back.

Will piped up then, “we should ask Steve for help, he’s good at strategy!”

“You will not! Do not bother Steve,” Eddie pointed at him.

“Why are you being so neurotic today? And why are you gatekeeping Steve? We want answers!” Dustin yelled again. The other kids voiced their agreement as well.

They heard a crash in the Munson kitchen and everyone jerked to look at Lucas standing in the doorway. He held up a small Polaroid picture dated from a few weeks ago with a small ‘Happy Birthday, Stevie-poo! I love you’ written in the corner. “What is this?”

Mike scoffed, “who cares about Steve right now? I want to know why Eddie’s been so weird lately.”

His comment must’ve thrown Eddie over the edge because he jumped up from his seat and started screaming at them. “You fuckers forgot his birthday! Steve’s been your friend for at least three years and you’ve never even done as much as tell him happy birthday! So now he’s hurt because he doesn't think you guys care and I think you’re all jackasses that shouldn’t get to be around him anyways! Nice going assholes, you pissed us both off.”

Jeff, Grant, and Gareth looked around the room before standing up from their spots on the couch. Jeff awkwardly clapped his hands and started moving towards the door. “Well guys, there seems to be some friction today so we’re just going to head out for now. We should probably just pick this up next week, that way we have plenty of time to make new characters.”

Eddie nodded at him before sneering at the rest of the Party. “That’s a good idea, Jeff. The rest of you can get the hell out.”

Then he dramatically whirled around and stormed into his room, slamming his bedroom door behind him. Jeff, Grant, and Gareth shook their heads at the kids before leaving, which left Dustin, Lucas, Mike, and Will to consider the gravity of what they’d done. None of them had ever even thought about Steve’s birthday, it had never come up in conversation and they’d never noticed a lack of celebration. Dustin felt particularly guilty as he picked up the DnD table in the Munson living room. Steve was practically his brother, he of all people should’ve known his birthday.

Nearly twenty minutes later, they heard the bedroom door down the hallway open and paused in their ministrations. Eddie was either coming out to apologize to them or to yell at them some more and while they were all nervous, they were prepared for either option. They deserved it. But to their utter shock, it wasn’t Eddie that came out. No, instead it was a sleep-rumpled Steve, shirtless, with glasses on and his usually immaculate hair in disarray.

He squinted his eyes at them in confusion before making a double take. “What the- what are you guys still doing here?”

“Steve! What are you doing in Eddie’s room and why are you shirtless?” Lucas asked him.

“Uh, I was taking a nap.”

“In Eddie’s bed? Why wouldn’t you just sleep at your own house?” Mike sneered at him.

“What’s with the interrogation?! Stop asking questions you don’t want the answers to and let me live!” Steve yelled at them.

So Steve was still mad. But now, Dustin understood why. “Steve, we’re so sorry! We didn’t know it was your birthday so we know why you’re mad and we don’t blame you. But-”

“Dustin, I’m not mad, I’m disappointed,” he said. Oh shit, that was worse! “But it’s fine. I shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up, that’s on me.”

“Steve, we should’ve done something and we’re sorry. You’re one of our best friends and we’ll do better,” Lucas told him. He patted his bare shoulder to emphasize his point.

Mike nodded at his words but said nothing in further agreement. Dustin felt awful. After everything Steve had done for them, they’d forgotten his birthday. And then he had the nerve to say it was his fault?! What was wrong with this guy?

“Steve, you didn’t deserve that. We’ll make it up to you somehow. We’ll wash your car and bring you lunch when you work, and we’ll never forget another one of your birthdays, we promise.” He promised him earnestly.

Steve pulled him into a hug and messed up his hair despite his squawk of outrage. “I forgive you guys. Really, it’s not a big deal. I haven’t celebrated my birthday in years so it’s fine.”

“You will not forgive them!” Eddie stormed down the hallway to pull Dustin out of Steve’s embrace. He wrapped his own arms around his… Steve, and pointed an accusing finger at them. “He’s not just going to drop his hurt feelings to make you assholes feel better. You bitches better grovel if you want Steve and I to forgive you. Now scram, why are you still here?”

~*~*~*~

For the next two weeks, the kids made it their mission to prove to Steve how much he meant to them. Eddie told them to grovel and grovel they did.

Dustin brought him a homemade lunch from his mom to Family Video every shift he worked. He cleaned his car (technically he just bribed Nancy to drive it through the car wash but still, the thought was there). And he taught him how to play DnD so he could join the next campaign with his own character.

Lucas went over to the Harrington house to clean the pool every week and mowed the lawn while he was over there. Steve looked shocked when he came home to that but Lucas was reasonably sure he was happy. He also played basketball with him at the park and listened to all of Steve’s mostly helpful tips.

Mike just eased up on the glaring and brought him a Slurpee once. He also made sure to take his anger out on Nancy instead of Steve as he usually did.

When they told Robin shortly after their odd interaction at Eddie’s, she was horrified. She immediately ditched Vickie to devote all of her time and best friend-ness to Steve as she should’ve done in the first place. She bought him dinner, stole movies to watch at movie nights with him, and bit her tongue when she saw Eddie kiss him in front of her. She would be the best friend she should’ve been initially and wait for Steve to come to her (which he did a few hours later).

Needless to say, Steve was freaked out for a good month. People were being too nice to him and it was like he slipped into a parallel universe. Everything looked the same and the rest of the town seemed the same but his friends couldn’t be more different. After multiple panic attacks and burnouts, Eddie told the Party to ease up or deal with the consequences.

What finally got things back to normal was Hopper organizing and hosting a belated birthday celebration at the Hopper-Byers’ house. All of his friends came together to celebrate him turning 20. Eddie obtained another cake from the bakery and decorated it himself, as per usual. This time, he had more room and was able to write a grotesque “BIRTH STEVE, Another year gone”. The adults of the Party were of course horrified at the dripping red frosting of the lettering and the spattering of rainbow sprinkles but Steve had never felt so touched.

The Party sang him happy birthday in a myriad of too-flat notes and screeches but it was special nonetheless. Especially when Hopper threw an arm around Steve’s shoulder to tell him that it would happen every year. And from that point forward, it did.

The End

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agree with steve not forgiving eddie! how do you think it would go when they see each other for the first time after everything? like.. I feel like steve would just tell him it’s over for good but :O

Part one, part two, part three

The record label releases a statement, something to the effect of privacy concerns, not to misconstrue or blow things out of proportion because photos can be manipulated. There is no firm denial, but no confirmation either. It's all wishy washy bullshit.

It's like Steve's heart breaks all over again.

He doesn't speak to the press, despite redoubling their efforts to talk to him, Steve unplugs their home phone permanently, wraps it up in the cord and puts it in the back of the bedroom closet.

Eddie does try calling Steve's cell, but he never leaves a message, as though he knows they would go unheard.

After the initial visit from Wayne he ends up calling his de facto father in-law once a week. It's nice, it's the one good thing that has come out of this whole situation.

And Wayne doesn't seem to mind being their go between, especially since he's a lot less subtle than he thinks, asking pointed questions about how Steve is feeling, how he's handling the LOA.

It's a relief to say the least, talking to Eddie without talking to him, it allows him to breath.

It's quiet for about two weeks, the coverage of the photo and the story has dwindled significantly and the media seem to have moved on from talking about them, finally.

Steve's LOA is almost over, he's confirmed with Liz that he can return to the classroom next week as planned which leaves him in the highest spirits he's been in all month.

But of course it can't last.

The first time Steve sees Eddie is on Conan.

It's a Thursday night, Steve channel surfs absently. He's left the living room dim, the only lights from the television and the Chicago cityscape glowing through the living room window.

He lands on NBC for just a moment and freezes when he hears Gareths familiar voice speaking.

Gareth, Eddie, Jeff, and Grant are all seated on the set couch with Andy Richter. Conan asks a few questions about their tour, their recent resurgence in popularity from the movie, their favorite Marvel characters from the franchise that skyrocketed them back into the public scene.

Its a standard interview, Conan keeps it light, easy-going, not a single mention of the infamous photo.

Logically Steve knows this is most likely a mandate from the band's manager but it doesn't feel that way, it feels like a slap to the face if he's being honest with himself.

Did he imagine it? Had he blown this whole thing out of proportion? Maybe he was overreacting.

His phone buzzes on the coffee table he's left his feet on, Robin's face and 'Thing One', brightens up the room.

Steve moves his feet to sit up properly and he mutes the television with the remote before answering.

"Are you seeing this shit?" she growls on the line.

Steve laughs, "Hello to you too," he leans into the worn cushions of the couch and tries not to think of the second empty divot in the middle next to him, "yeah I'm seeing it".

"And they're not going to talk about it at all? Like what about journalistic integrity and all that shit?"

Steve rolls his eyes and snorts into the receiver, "I don't think Late Night counts as journalism Bobs--"

"Still," she huffs out.

Robin is quiet for a second before she says softly, "you okay?"

"No," he whispers, "but I think I'm the closest I'll be for awhile," he draws a heavy hand through his hair and ignores the cameras which have now panned to Eddie who looks pensive on screen.

He's not speaking, in fact Eddie hasn't said a word the entire interview. He looks tired, his normally pale face has turned sallow and drawn with deep purple bags under his eyes that even the show makeup has not covered.

Steve looks away from the screen and ignores the dull ache in his chest.

"I'm glad that it's not all over the news anymore," he admits after a moment, "but, its almost like it never happened".

Robin hums sympathetically on the line, "Twenty-four hour news cycle, they've probably found some new scandle to follow," she's quiet for another second, "he looks like shit".

Steve barks out a surprised laugh that trails off sharply, he chews his lip for a second, "is it crazy that I'm worried about him? He looks likes he's not sleeping--"

"Steve..."

"I know, I know, I'm am angry with him and I don't think that will go away any time soon, but look at him".

The camera angle switches to a wide shot of the whole group and Eddie stands out so starkly amongst the other band members that are put together, smiling, engaged in the conversation.

Verses the silent, pale ghost that Steve doesn't even recognize.

"Do not let that kicked puppy thing let him off the hook Steve," Robin says, the words are sharp but the tone is still gentle, "he hurt you just because you had a fight--"

"Maybe it wasn't that simple!"

"Steve..."

"I miss my husband Robin, I can't, I fucking hate that he did this but I miss him so much," he says, his voice wobbles slightly as Conan holds up a large version of Corroded Coffin's latest album on the desk before gesturing to the stage area to reveal their setup to start playing.

"I feel like there's something wrong with me," Steve says, giving voice to the smallest parts of himself that have been festering inside of him the last couple of days.

The longer they're apart, the longer he refuses to speak to Eddie to more these thoughts have been creeping in. Maybe he should just let it go, maybe he can eventually forgive him and they can move forward again.

It's countered again and again by the image, the kiss.

Imagining the two of them together, Eddie with this stranger. Did he call them Honeybee, the way he did Steve? Did he hold them after and whisper other sweet nothings, promises into their ears?

It's enough to turn his stomach.

"I don't know what to do, I can't exist like this much longer, the tour is going to be over soon and then what?"

"I don't know Steve, you're the only one that can make that decision, but," he can hear the small reassuring smile on her face as she speaks, "we'll be here for you no matter what you decide, I promise".

"Thank you".

"Anytime Dingus".

***

The second time Steve sees Eddie is a month after the Conan interview.

Steve's back at work and the kids seem happy to see him, though they are sad that the 'easy' sub days are done. He's glad for the routine once more, especially with the end of the tour looming on the horizon.

Steve has spent the last week fretting over what to do, he's talked to Robin and Dustin about it, weighing the pros and cons. He's talked to Wayne about contingency plans for the apartment, if he has space for one of them to go there.

Steve is fairly certain Eddie would go stay with Wayne willingly if he asked him to, but both of their names are on the mortgage and he'd rather be prepared for anything.

It's Gareth that calls him, his name lights up the darkened bedroom while the picture of Gareth and Chrissy and Steve and Eddie at their place for Thanksgiving two years ago flashes on the tiny screen.

It's late, almost two in the morning, but Steve is awake. He hesitates before snatching the device with shaking hands and swipes a hesitant thumb across the screen to answer the call.

"Hey Gar," Steve says quietly.

He sits up, letting the covers pool around his waist and stifles a small yawn with his hand.

"Oh, Steve, I...fuck is it good to hear your voice man," Gareth breathes out, he sounds surprised, nervous, "I wasn't expecting you to actually answer this," he trails off and clears his throat.

"I wasn't asleep," Steve shrugs.

There's a pause on the line, Steve can hear Gareth take a deep breath and the hushed words of someone in the background.

"I, God, Steve, I'm so sorry, I hate that we weren't there for you," he continues, and Steve can't help but agree with that sentiment.

It's certainly felt like the only one of his friends from Eddie's circle in his corner was Wayne, he hasn't heard from any of the band members or Chrissy since this happened and he can't say it hasn't stung.

"And I know you must hate us for this--"

"Gareth, I dont--" Steve tries with a small tired voice but Gareth barrels onward, the words getting faster as he speaks.

"I won't make any excuses, we should have done better by you and the fucking label knew exactly what they were doing," he breathes out again and this time its infinitely more pained, "and I hate to do this Steve, I know you already told him that you needed more time--"

"You're coming back?"

"Yeah, we fly in tomorrow actually," Gareth says softly, "and we just, well we wanted you to know".

Steve feels his heartrate quicken, he swallows harshly against the sudden lump in his throat.

Tomorrow? Tomorrow, with no warning, no notice, and suddenly Eddie would be back. He'd be coming home...

"I want to see him," Steve hears himself say before he can clamp his mouth shut, "I...can you tell him that, I need to talk to him?"

"Oh, uh, yeah, uh," Gareth stammers out, then the sound is muffled for a moment as though a hand has been placed over the receiver, lowered voices murmur in the background and Steve feels himself drag in a sudden breath, as though he had forgotten to breath at some point.

"Okay, Steve?"

"Yeah," he whispers into the darkness of his bedroom.

"He'll be there".

***

The clock ticks slowly by, interrupting the quiet of the apartment and every time Steve looks at the clock face it's still only been forty minutes since Gareth texted to tell him they've landed at O'Hare.

It's like the clock is mocking him, the minute hand holding court over the kitchen where Steve has planted himself with a full cup of, now undrinkable, tepid tea.

He initially debated offering to pick them up from the airport, but the thought of their first meeting being so public, the thought of camera flashes and more people asking questions was enough to turn his stomach.

Even now Steve isn't sure how he'll react when Eddie walks through that door, his hands shake slightly and a flicker of anxiety runs through his chest because what if he's not alone? If he brought Gareth with him, or Jeff as some kind of backup or shield from Steve's anger.

Steve scoffs to himself at the thought, they'd seen a lot of Steve over the years, he's sure this wouldn't phase them. Maybe they'd even stand aside and let Eddie take his verbal lumps.

Steve sighs and grabs the mug from the counter before walking it over to the microwave. He sets it for thirty seconds and waits with his fingers drumming against the door handle. He opens the microwave before it beeps and presses the cancel button to reset the time before he walks back to the counter and stool he had been perched on.

Steve steals another glance at the clock and curses, make that forty-five minutes since Gareths message.

The sudden sound of a key sliding into a lock snatches Steve's attention towards the entryway.

Eddie steps through, wheeling his suitcase in behind him, he lets his backpack fall onto the doormat and softly closes the front door behind him. Eddie looks even more tired than he had during the interview, thinner as well and Steve feels that familiar pang in his chest at the sight.

Neither says anything for a moment. They stare at each other unmoving, and then...

"Hi Honeybee".

That's all it takes for Steve to jump off the stool and stride through the kitchen to the foyer, he stops just in front of Eddie, takes in his shining eyes and the sharp downturn of his normally smiley mouth and Steve's last resolve snaps into pieces.

He launches himself into Eddies arms and tucks his face into his neck, it's the first time he's felt remotely normal in the last two months.

"I'm so fucking angry with you," Steve hisses but the words sound more like a sob than anything else.

"I know, I'm angry with me too," Eddie whispers into his ear, he holds Steve even tighter as he speaks.

"I just, you're the person I talk to, about everything and," Steve bites his lip and curls his fingers into the fabric of Eddie's t-shirt, "I couldn't do that, I didn't have you, you’re my person Eddie and you took that from me, and so much shit happened here, you dont even--".

He's fully crying now, so much that it's harder to speak, but Eddie is holding him so tightly he can't catch his breath.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," Eddie says, his voice wobbles and wanes as the words tangle in Steves hair, "if I could take it back I would, I wish I could take it back Stevie believe me".

"It didn't mean anything, it didn't," he continues, raising one hand to card through Steve's hair as he does, "I don't know how to fix this," he admits so quietly its nearly lost in Steve's sniffles and hitching breaths.

"I don't want to lose you," Steve whispers into Eddies shoulder, the material of his shirt is soaked with tears and snot but he raises his face anyway to meet Eddie's own red rimmed eyes.

"Then you won't," Eddie whispers again, he sniffs and moves his hand to cup Steve's cheek, "we'll fight, we'll fight for it and I won't give up, I won't run this time".

"I promise".

There is so much more to talk about now, so much to apologize for, but for now, they hold each other in the foyer, letting the golden Chicago light morph into the bronze orange of sunset wash over them from the kitchen window.

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lokisprettygirl · 1 year

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Lose me to Love you (Loki x Female Reader) (AU) (18+)

Read Chapter 31 here / Series Masterlist

Chapter 32

Summary: Loki hated being Odin's son but he might just be not.

Trigger Warning: 18+, Mention of torture and psychological trauma, violence, guns, discussion of mental health, Smutty smut, degradation, unprotected sex, Description of rape and assault, panic attack, violence against women, Extreme dark themes, Sexual abuse, physical abuse, public sex, Rough violent sex, 18+, Steamy stuff, age difference ,Rough language, mention of suicide, talk of virginity and slut shaming, manipulative behaviour, mention of trauma, smut, toxic relationship between main characters. Dark themes, cult stuff

As you awakened your vision seemed blurry. You tried to adjust to your surroundings because your mind felt hazy and then suddenly it came rushing back to you, you were going home with Loki and the car had broke down, he asked you to text Steve and Thor, then he stepped out and you remembered him being shot, your eyes filled with grief at the memory.

What if he was dead? What would you do without him? You looked around and the place reminded you of that den Odin had made at the center, it looked eerily similar. You tried to stand up but your hands were tied together and so were your legs, you tried to scream too but there was a duct tape over your mouth. They had you lying on top of a slab made of rocks.

Looking down you noticed how your clothes were drenched in blood, were you hurt? You couldn't really tell, you didn't feel any pain either, not in the physical sense atleast, you just wanted Loki to be okay and alive, you just wanted to hold him one more time, you wanted to kiss him and you wanted to love him. He can't just be taken away after everything you both have been through, especially not by the hands of those same monsters who had ruined him so badly that he was afraid to even feel love.

"You know whose blood is on your body?" You heard Odin's voice from behind you and froze, you remembered seeing him before you fainted. He circled around you and you wanted to scream out of fear, he laughed as he noticed your shivering form. You winced as he ripped the duct tape off your mouth harshly.

"It belongs to that impotent slave of mine. It's filthy and illegitimate just like his existence" your eyes welled up as he said that. How could he hate his own son? That too someone like Loki, he was the kind of man who would have done anything for his loved ones, he would have sacrificed himself for them if they had given him the love that he truly deserved.

"You're all fucking evil and deserves to rot in hell" you mumbled, anger laced every word you spoke. You heard James, Clint and Odin chuckling.

"Where's loki?" Your voice choked on your tears as you questioned, you were worried sick about him, your heart refused to stay still, you just wanted to see him.

"You know I really wanted to bring him back to Asgard, he was a good slave, though incompetent at times, but then he betrayed me and how. I would never forgive him for that" Odin mumbled nonchalantly.

"He's your son, how could you do this to him?" You weeped as you questioned, your daddy didn't love you but he hated your mommy more and he never hurt you like this, you couldn't understand how Odin was capable of abusing his own son in such a cruel manner.

"My son? Oh no no no…he's not my son, he was the curse, he was the reason why I was banished from my kingdom, it was because of him I ended up here" your eyes widened in shock as he said that. What did he mean?

"What do you mean?" You asked him but he laughed again. He gestured to his men and they dragged Loki in front of you, he was bleeding from the wound on his shoulder and he was unconscious, you feared that he wasn't even alive anymore but then you saw his chest heaving slowly and it made you cry even harder, he was in pain and you couldn't do anything to comfort him.

"Look at him so weak and easy to break, Thor wouldn't even flinch if a bullet was to pierce his heart even, but then he's my own son unlike this swine" Odin menacingly stepped towards Loki and it made you scared so you started to scream.

He turned Loki on his front to step on the gunshot wound and the sheer pain brought him back to consciousness, he seemed confused for a moment before everything came running to him. He seemed paler than usual, he had lost a lot of blood and you feared he wouldn't make it. He turned his head to look at you and his eyes welled up. He was supposed to keep you safe but he failed again.

"Wake up princess, it's time to die" Odin kicked him in the stomach and you saw Loki coughing out blood.

"Stoppp pleasee.. stoppp just stop ..pleasee you can do whatever you want to me ..just dont hurt him pleasssee" you cried and screamed your words out, but your beggings only managed to make them all laugh.

"A woman is going to protect you now huh? If Laufey could see how low his son had fallen, he'd sacrifice you again" Loki looked at him shocked as Odin said that. All those years Frigga told him that he wasn't his father's son but he never really believed it, Frigga and Odin were all he knew for as long as he could remember, he always thought Frigga said it to appease him whenever he felt evil just like Odin.

"Laufey?" He whispered and Odin laughed in response before he spoke again.

"Before you die and are sent to hel ,let me reveal something, you never wondered why I treated you so poorly? It was because you never were my own blood Loki, you belonged to my sworn enemy. You are laufey's son" Odin raised his voice

"Laufey's son" he mumbled to himself and Odin smiled. He squatted down and gripped Loki's hair then he pulled on it as harshly as he could.

Loki knew about the story, the crazy story that Odin had made to justify all this, he always said that the King of Jotunheim Laufey had joined hands with the Norse goddess of witchcraft Freya and she cursed Odin to banish him to midgard. He couldn't go back until or unless he'd fulfill the nine human sacrifices, then only the gates of nine realms will reopen and he'd be taken back to Asgard.

What he didn't know was that in order to put the curse the goddess needed a sacrifice from Laufey himself, she needed his most valued possession, he wanted to get rid of Odin so desperately that he chose to sacrifice his own son. Loki.

"You were just a pawn Loki, for him and for me as well, you were born to cause suffering can't you see? I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you"

Odin spat at him, you just wanted to get out of the binds and crawl to him, you just wanted to hold him and take him back home but it wasn't possible, you didn't think you both would survive or live to see the next day.

"Lolooo" you mumbled as you whimpered so he looked at you, he didn't care whose son he was, it didn't matter anymore, nothing mattered except you. He tried to get up but his puppets came forward and they started to beat him again, he was getting brutally hurt but he didn't make a sound. However your screams did echo through the den.

"Please stoopp please stop..pleaseee let him go" you kept begging them and James stormed towards you to hurt you.

"Master can we fuck her before she's killed, I want a taste" They both sneered in your direction, their lustful eyes made your skin crawl but you knew you'd allow them to do anything as long as they weren't hurting him

"You both absolutely deserve the reward my children but I'll take her first, it's been a loooongggg time since I have fornicated"

You looked at him shocked, he was evil in his pure form, you knew that with certainty but you were still taken aback as he made his intentions clear.

Loki's fists clenched and he watched Odin take his shirt off, he watched the bastard prey towards you and he knew if he wasn't going to get up and fight for you today then everything that he had ever done in his life for you would end up meaning nothing.

Before Odin could put his fingers on you he was grabbed and turned around furiously then he was punched right in the face, Loki grabbed the man by his hair and threw him around like a rag doll. You always knew that he was strong, not just mentally but physically too. You had never seen another man beat him in fights, he was always the stronger one but you couldn't even comprehend how he had such a strength after being shot and after losing all that blood. Unfortunately he was still outnumbered, Odin called for help so his puppets came forward and attacked Loki again.

They were going to shoot him again because James took the gun out and cocked at his head but before he could pull the trigger and destroy your whole world in a second you heard Thor's voice. He was there. He had found you two. Thank God he was there.

"If you need her alive, you're going to back off my brother" Thor yelled, he had Natasha by his side with his own gun pointed at her temples.

"He's not your brother " Odin yelled at him and for a second you watched Thor's eyes flickering with an emotion you couldn't describe but then he was enraged again.

"He's my brother you bastard..now back off or this whore of yours is going to die"

Odin chuckled as Thor threatened him.

"I cannot believe that you're my own, can't even make an excuse for you"

Natasha saw that Thor was distracted so she elbowed him in the stomach and the gun slipped from his hand, she picked it up immediately and pointed it towards Thor. That's not what you all needed, you were all going to die here and you feared nobody would be able to find what even happened to all of you.

"That's my girl, still as feisty as I remember" Odin walked towards her and hugged her, she smiled as she hugged him back but Odin took the gun from her and then he slapped her hard, it didn't shock you though. He was a psychopath that didn't give a shit about anyone.

"Worthless whore, got caught by that moron, you told him about the place didn't you?" she started to cry as he questioned her.

"None of you possess the quality to live in Asgard, none of you" Clint got offended by Odin's words and Loki used the opportunity to twist the gun away from his own head, you heard the gunshot roaring, your heart almost leaped out of your mouth but you had nothing to worry about, the angle of the gun accidentally shot the other minion James.

The havoc was enough for Thor to charge at Odin and Loki had managed to disarm Clint. You saw them hurting those men the way they had hurt them all these years, you didn't even want justice anymore, you all should have gotten it all those years ago but you didn't. Loki and Thor took turns with Odin and Clint, all that anger and frustration, years worth of pain that they have suffered was enough to keep them going.

You flinched as you heard another bullet firing, Loki had managed to shoot Clint while Thor tackled Odin all by himself, Loki walked towards you to get you out of the binds, he untied your hands and legs as quickly as he could.

"Lokii you're bleeding so much" you cried so he cupped your cheeks and made you look at him.

"Hold on for me baby okay, just hold on" he mumbled softly, he was asking you to hold on even though it was his life in danger here..

"Enoughhhh...just stoppp ..enoughhh" you heard Natasha's voice amidst all the commotion and it made you look in her direction, nobody was watching her and she had gotten the chance to grab the gun that Odin had dropped between the fight. Odin smiled and he was about to walk towards her but she shot him, right in the chest, right where the heart should be. Too bad he didn't have any.

She fell down on her knees as Odin collapsed, his lifeless body made you happier than anything else could have at the moment.

"Why did you do that?" Loki asked her, he was confused by her actions.

"I'm done..I'm done with all of you..I just want to go back to my son, it's done. It's over okayyyy? Okayyy?" She screamed her words as she cried profusely.

"I just want to move onn please"

A few minutes later Steve arrived with a bunch of cops as well as the ambulance, you probably would have rejoiced all of their deaths if it wasn't for Loki who was barely alive himself.

"There's a child drugged and tied up deep into the cave, get her out ..pleasee" Loki informed Steve before they laid him down on the stretcher to take him to the hospital.

"Keep talking to me okay..please keep looking at me" you whispered softly as you sat by his side, they were taking him to the nearest hospital but it was still far, Odin had taken you both so far out of the city.

"I love you sweet buttons, you know i love you right? I'll always…love you ..even if I'm not here ..I'll continue to love you" his voice came out so weak but his tone held the tenderness you had felt in the last few months, you cried as you heard him, life was getting better, you both were getting better with each other, especially him, he was finally getting the acceptance he craved all his life but those monsters couldn't let him have it.

"Stop talking like that please..please don't do th…I can't ..I can't do this without you"

"You can baby, you're the strongest girl, my best girl, I'm so proud of you..and I'm so sorry i failed again" you shook your head as he apologized, he was trying to say everything as if this was the last time he was talking to you. Thor started to sob like a child and that made you feel even worse.

"Heyyyy ..you fucking oaf, you're going to take care of her okay? Take care of yourself too while you're at it" he forced a chuckle as he spoke to Thor

"Shutup lokkkkiii, you'll be fine, stop being dramatic" Loki smiled as Thor said that then he turned to look at you again, you had his hand in yours and you felt him squeeze it tightly, as tightly as he could, he was starting to lose consciousness.

"Do the doc..umentary, tell them all about you…and do tell them about us yeah??" He whispered softly

"Please don't talk like that..Lolo please" you placed your head down on his chest and his eyes never stopped dripping.

He thought you were strong but you knew he was the only reason why you were still here, why you were able to move on with your life after your mother died, he was your hope for all those years when you didn't have him because you knew you'd get to see him someday but all of that will be gone if he would die today. Without him you'd never see the world the same way, you'd never see the light that only his presence could bring in your life.

"No matter what happens..it's going to be me and you for life okay? Never forget that, never forget meee sweet..heart"

That was the last thing you heard from him before he shut down completely, his grip on your hand loosened. His heart had finally stopped beating and so did yours, because he had your heart with him. It didn't even belong to you, it never really did. You watched Thor breaking down as the doctor tried to revive him but you couldn't even cry or react to his lifeless body, you felt numb.

He had your heart, he took it so you didn't know how you were supposed to go on without your heart. How does one do that?

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munsster · 1 year

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Just imagine Steve freaking out when you have your first baby but by the sixth he’s totally prepared and chilled because you guys have been through it so many times lol.

domestic!steve and his little family (3)

A/N: he totally would go from gelled hair, full suit and tie to like war vet wearing glasses and drinking a slurpee in sweats

Warnings: references to childbirth/labor!, hospital, panicked steve, dad!steve, fluff, afab!reader implied, cursing, pet names (sunshine)

part one part two part three part four

steve’s character development surrounding your labor 😭 pls

and the first time he’s totally helicopter mom-ing it

bringing two duffel bags full of literally anything and everything that you might need

(most of it is really for him though)

steve “ohgodpohffuckohmyggodwhat if i mmiss it” harrington vs. steve “ay, babe, im runnin’ to the store, what kinda M&M’s d’you want?” harrington

oh god that first time he’s so lost

i mean he had 9 months to prepare and now he’s floundering???

he works up a sweat before you can even say your water broke

both of you being so diligent the first time: playing music for your bump, going to lamaze classes, being really good about the pregnancy diet

oh man, that poor sixth baby…….

not that you two are any less caring about it, but you are hella tired and they can’t expect you to avoid caffeine the whole time😭😭

now as far as preparedness goes, MAN has there been a vast improvement

the first time, he did not know what to do once you had your first contraction

he SPED to the hospital only for them to be like “uhhh just wait here” and you’re there for two hours when you could’ve been home i-

he was so scared the first time too

you were ANNIHILATING his right hand tho

probly broke a couple of his fingers, but thats okay, he’ll forgive you

him being that dad with a video camera

oh he was so obsessed the first time

bringing you ice chips so so often

asking if you needed anything constantly

helping you breathe through the hard parts

moving your hair out of your face 🥺

telling you how good you’re doing

you being an absolute menace—seriously, full on excorist—but he understands because… well, childbirth!

and once that sucker pops out, he’s so excited and you look so so beautiful holding the baby

and the first time dad really kicks in

he is SO nervous while you’re just sitting with the baby

then the nurse comes to put him in the nursery

and you immediately go “are you okay, stevie? i can see you brooding over there” “‘m not brooding, i’m just—” “nervous?” “yeah” “me too”

and he looks at you so lovingly and kisses your forehead and goes “we got this”

🥺🥺 he is just a sweetheart

then along came the twins—a whole different ordeal—and then babygirl and her brother

and then the sixth

you got your first contraction at like 5 am

yikes

and evvvvvverybody woke up

whole house was absolutely bumping

all the little ones were SO excited and you were like

holy fukcing shit im never doing this again

and steve really groggily phoned the sitter and apologized for the wakeup call

but she was sweet about it and watched the kids while you two hobbled into the car and drove off

oh and all the babes were like “good luck!!!” “see you soon” “miss youuuououoou” and waving and chasing the car down the street as far as they could 🥺🥺🥺

this time steve brought nothing

no duffel bag

he’ll drive home if he needs to

he’s learned enough to know that he doesn’t know anything

what never changes is that he’s always holding your hand if he can

like he’ll just reach for you and let you crush his hand during a particularly brutal contraction

honestly, his gentleness never fades

he’s just a lot more tired now

and wearing his pajamas & slippers

and he forgot to shave

but no matter, you are in your hospital gown looking gracefully sweaty when he waltzes into the room eating a bag of potato chips

and you glare at him

“want some?” “there is a baby coming out of me” “understood”

and he’s perched on the same chair in the same room with his chip bag tossed aside

“y’look just as beautiful as you did the first time” “please murder me, steven” “i could never” “if you don’t, this baby will” “nah, i believe in you, sunshine, you got this”

bonus: dustin bringing balloons and flowers and toys like the good uncle he is

and he definitely gives steve the same pep talk each time about how great of a father he’s been/going to be

aww dustin 🥺😌

he really loves being a part of your guys’ little family

and once it’s over, steve’s hovering over your shoulder and watching the baby with a little smile

and once the nurse takes the baby

he gets in the bed with you

“d’you think they’ll let us sleep here?” and he has his arms around you, very quickly losing consciousness

“god i hope so” and you slump into him right as he starts snoring

the babies are SO EXCITED when you finally bring the sixth home

they’re all like “woahhh” and so eager to touch the baby but they don’t

one of the grouches being like “SEND IT BACK” and steve laughing his ass off before scolding him a little

and babygirl being all like “she’s so little….. i LOVE her!!!!!”

ughhh, you know you both promised to stop after this one but

i mean, come on

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missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway · 2 days

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You'll Find Me Resting Among The Restless... (Sinners Prayer)

Mafia!Stucky x POC Escort!Reader “Sin”

Wordcount: 5325

Summary:

Not all girls are made of sugar spice and everything nice. Some girls are made of art, lust and misplaced trust. The most loving thing you can do for a man, is to teach him to swallow his own poison.

Warnings:

Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Feels, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Betrayal, Infidelity, Past Sharon Carter/Steve Rogers, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate universe - Mafia, Texting, Punishment, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Comfort Sex, Tease, Protective Tony Stark, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Bucky Barnes's Metal Arm, Bisexual Bucky Barnes, Bisexual Steve Rogers, Female Character of Color

Notes:

This story just attacked me and would not let up until I got it out of my system. It's angsty but with a happy/hopeful ending because I'm a sucker for a resolution. Italics are thoughts Photos used do not represent any particular reader features, they are used for reference only. Happy Reading!

Banner by @cafekitsune Divider by @firefly-graphics

They messed up badly this time. Not only had they fallen for you. They didn't realize it until you were gone. Throwing every “gift” back in their faces and moving out of the penthouse they liked to keep you in. You also went back to some of your old clients. One of which was a particular couple that they were very close to, in business and personally.

All because Steve let his bitch of an ex Sharon get under his skin and in a lapse of judgement and a whole lot of whiskey he not only fucked her but let you find them together on the couch naked and passed out the morning after. He had the nerve to get pissy with you for just showing up at their place. When he was the one that set up the breakfast date the week prior.

Asshole.

Poor Bucky, he didn't even do anything and yet because he and his boyfriend are a package deal he got left as well.

You told him you’d never get between them. That you wouldn't hurt either of them by picking one over the other. If things came to that, you’d just leave them both. They weren’t the only ones who went and fell in love. With tears filling your eyes, begging to be set free, you turned towards the Steel Gray eyes full anguish beside you.

“I can handle a broken heart Buck. It’s not the first time someone thought that because of my profession and being non monogamous that you can't ACTUALLY cheat on me. I’m going to miss you something fierce though.” You step closer for just a moment and caress his cheek.

“I wish it wasn't this way, but it is what it is. I can forgive a lot of things. Even this if done properly, but for now I just need to not be here anymore. Please know that I don't blame you for any of this. You're just as much a victim of his choices as I am.” You kiss his cheek.

“I love you. Please don't hurt him too much and take care of yourself okay. If you need me you know where I’ll be.” You pivot on your heels and head out the door, gently closing it behind you. You make it all the way to the penthouse they provided you before you break down in tears as you pack up all of your belongings. You’ve just gotta get out here.

That’s how you ended up here, attending a party hosted by Pepper and Tony Stark, as their plus one. In all honesty you knew Tony only threw this event because he wanted to cheer you up and this is the only way he knew how outside of the bedroom. That was his first approach, which was shutdown quickly by Pepper the moment she saw you on their doorstep, clearly heartbroken.

You weren't here only in a work capacity, although they were paying for your time, they just wanted to protect you and let you heal without the added pressure to ‘perform’. So once again, on paper and according to your bank account at least, you were their Sugar Baby.

You did terminate the contract with Steve and Bucky the same day the incident occurred, so it was good to know you wouldn't have to dip into your savings just yet. Thank goodness Pepper still kept your old apartment in Stark Tower ready for you just in case.

The relationship you shared with them was not at all conventional, with or without a contract. Frankly they were the only people you knew who you could always count on and that meant the world to you. You truly did love the Starks. Before Steve and Bucky came along they were your favorite clients. They were the ones to introduce you to the powerful couple, at a party just like this one actually. So technically they were to blame for your current heartbreak.

I wonder if they’ll both show their faces here and if Sharon will be on Steve’s arm? I wonder how Bucky is holding up, if the nightmares have come back? Fuck. I told myself I wasn't going to think about them tonight and here I am almost in tears at the thought of Bucky in pain. I need a drink or five.

It isn’t until you're nursing your third cocktail at the bar, catching up with Wanda that you spot them, the usual entourage of Nat and Sam at their sides, Clint taking up the rear. Ever the intimidating image as always. Other than Tony, who runs Manhattan, they’re the biggest bosses in the room, controlling Brooklyn. Thankfully they brokered a truce years ago and everyone works together peacefully.

Before you have a chance to escape to a far corner where you can hide away, you make the mistake of glancing over your shoulder and catch the intense blues of Bucky staring straight into your soul. Even tired he looks like a damn Greek god. Tragedy included.

He breaks the stare off, leaning over to Nat and whispering something in her ear. You watch as she skillfully distracts Steve and moves him towards the center or the party where the Starks are currently holding court. Lost in watching Nat do what she does best, you don't realize Bucky has made his way over to you until it’s too late and you feel the ghost of fingertips trace down your exposed spine in your backless black dress.

He leans over your shoulder. That sweet baritone you love whispering into your ear. “You look magnificent tonight, Doll. Would you grant a poor mortal the chance to remain in your presence with a dance?”

You lift your glass to your lips, keeping your eyes straight ahead, finishing the remnants of alcohol while you ponder your response. With a steadying breath you respond. “One dance couldn't hurt. But it can't be here, among such prying eyes. I’d rather remain in the shadows tonight.”

“As you wish.” He proceeds to rest his hand on the small of your back and guide you toward a darkened sitting room off the main hall. You could faintly hear the music over the murmur of voices wafting into the space.

He pulls you close, wrapping his large arms around your waist as you rest yours around his thick neck. Being in his arms again, after weeks of loneliness, feels like coming home. You place your forehead against the space between his collarbone when he begins to sway to the dull beat.

“How have you been, Doll? Truthfully. Don’t try to sugarcoat it for my feelings.”

Keeping your face right where it is, to shield you from those steel grays you love so much, you give him your truth. “Surviving. That’s the best way I can describe it. I’ve been licking my wounds and trying to mend this hole I feel in my heart. I keep thinking, I just have to get to tomorrow and the pain will lessen even more. And one day it won’t hurt anymore when I think of them.”

You lift your head to run your eyes over his handsome face. “How about you? How have the Kings of Brooklyn been holding up in their Ivory Tower?”

Looking off into the darkened space, his eyes latching on to a sliver of moonlight coming in through a crack in the curtains. You feel his chest vibrate as he scoffs. “We’re not even sleeping in the same bed right now. I was so upset with him that day that I couldn’t even be bothered to help him with his hangover. Funny enough, Sharon was kicked out immediately by Steve as soon as you left. Like legit woke her up, threw her clothes at her and screamed at her to get the fuck out. She didn’t leave without spewing a few truths first.”

He just shakes his head, rambling out his thoughts as they come into his mind. “Apparently it was her plan all along to get him drunk and earn her spot back by his side. She’d been talking shit about the both of us and just wanted Steve to herself. She knew just how to get into Steve’s head due to his loyalty to her family. Thought that you’d just latch on to me and I would let him go to keep you. She had no idea that you would drop us both because you couldn't handle breaking us apart.”

You stare at him slack jawed, as he turns to look down at your moonlit face.

“Not gonna lie. I’m drowning without you, Doll. I can’t even look at him after what he did. It was reckless, regardless of his inebriated state. He knows how I feel about her and the things she’s done to him and me in the past.” He shakes his head in disbelief.

“The fucking Golden idiot, due to his loyalty to her Aunt and Uncle, and what he feels he owes them, just keeps letting her back in. I’m done with it. What about the respect I deserve as his partner in business and life? Fuck that, what about the respect and loyalty YOU deserve.” He’s staring straight into your soul again.

“Your loyalty. Your love. It saved me babygirl. Your light always cuts through the darkness for me. You were the piece we were fucking missing and I cant believe he would even risk that. I’ve tried to let you go. I understand your reasons for leaving us. But I just can't do it. Even seeing the pain he’s trying to hide away, the tough front he’s putting on, isn’t enough to keep me around right now. I miss you baby. I’d give it all up to have you back in my arms for good. All this lavish bullshit isn't worth anything to me without you by my side. I hate that I’m being punished for his fuck up. Again I'm not blaming you for your decision baby. It just hurts and I miss you so fucking much. I can't even sleep at night anymore.”

You can’t resist running your fingers through the hairs on the nape of his neck. “Bucky. I miss you too. So much. I wish it wasn't like this. I never wanted to leave you. You’re right. You never did do anything wrong. You were more than loyal to me. I hate thinking I’m causing you pain because of a stupid decision he made.” Tears begin to well in your eyes.

He gives your waist a squeeze. “Don’t cry baby. We can figure this out. Where are you staying? I know Tony and Pep took over your contract.”

You sniffle a bit. “They did. But it’s not what you think. Sex is not on the table. Though Tony fought me and Pep on that. He thinks a good dicking is all I need. They just want me to heal in peace. I’m staying here at the Tower in my old apartment.”

He nods his head. “Good. Makes me feel better knowing you're safe.” He grabs your cheeks tenderly. “I wish I could kiss you right now. It’s all I’ve wanted to do these last couple weeks. Just having you in my arms again isn’t enough.”

“Please.” You whisper out.

“Do you mean it, Doll? You're not just telling me what you think I want because you feel guilty for your decision to leave?” He implores.

“I don't regret my decision to leave, Bucky. But I do hate that I had to leave you behind. Like I said that morning. I could forgive almost anything. There’s just not anything you need to apologize for. So why did I let my emotions drag you in with my need for him to be punished? It was stupid of me. If you can forgive me for how I left, I would like to keep you in my life. In whatever way you see fit for that.” You confess.

“Really?” He furrows his brows. Not wanting to get his hopes up.

“Yes. I’ve been miserable without you too.” You smile up at him.

“You good to get out here or do the Starks still need you tonight? Cus there is nothing I want more than to get you out of this dress and underneath me so I can show just how much I truly missed you.” That devilish smile of his, that means nothing but the good kind of trouble adorns his face as he awaits your answer.

“I’m not needed here. This whole party was just to get me out of my apartment anyway and for Tony to be Tony and throw his money around. Plus seeing him walk in like nothing happened, act or not, yeah that shit hit deep.” You shrug your shoulders.

“Then let’s head up to your place and make the most of the rest of our night. I’ve got some time to make up for, and I’m all of a sudden ravenous.” The feral look in his eyes has you clenching your thighs together.

Not to be intimidated, you run a hand down his neck until it rests along the waistband of his dress slacks. “Yes, Sir.”

He lets out a deep growl, pulls you close by the back of your neck and lays the most devastating, soul consuming kiss on your lips. Pouring every emotion into. Conveying without words just how much you mean to him.

How could I have ever left this man behind?

You’ve barely made it through your apartment door before Bucky has you pinned against it.

“I don’t know wether to rip this dress off you and fuck you right here against this door or take my time sweet time and worship every inch of your skin like you deserve.”

“Who says you have to only pick one option? We have the whole night ahead of us, don't we Sir?”

“Fucking minx.” He steals another heated kiss and pulls away from your chasing lips, panting. “Where’s your room babygirl. I’ve decided taking you apart piece by piece on your bed is the best place to start.”

You close your eyes for a moment and suppress a moan. “Promises. Promises. Sir.”

Throwing him a wink, you lick your lips before turning and heading off down the hall. Sashaying your hips and divesting yourself of your dress right outside your bedroom door.

Now completely nude, you climb onto your bed. Just as you lie back, resting on your elbows with your knees bent and legs spread wide, drooling pussy on full display, Bucky’s large figure graces your doorway. Shirtless, he stalks over to the bed, unbuckling his pants and losing them along with his boxer briefs along the way.

He reaches the end of your bed. Eyes zeroed in on your glistening little slit. A feral grin slowly spreads across his face and he pounces. Before you know it your back hits the mattress of your king sized bed and Bucky is pushing your legs apart, resting your knees on his broad shoulders and laying kisses on your thighs.

“This is the only place I wanted to be for weeks. Couldn't stop thinking about all the little noises you make for me when I feast upon this sweet cunt. How you squirm when I hit the right spot with my tongue. Fuck . Just look at you babygirl, so wet for me you're dripping onto the sheets already.” He swipes his tongue up along your folds from entrance to clit, eliciting a moan from you. You’ve always been sensitive but you haven't even touched yourself in the weeks since you left. Too overcome in your grief. So just that little movement is almost too much already.

Clearly a man on a mission, he begins to devour you, wasting no time thrusting his tongue inside as deep as he can. The thick muscle massaging your silken walls, giving them something to clamp on to. “ Fuck, Bucky. That feels so good.”

Your hands are anchored in his hair, pulling on his silken strands, just enjoying the ride on his tongue he is giving you. When he swirls his tongue, pulls it out and then moves it to lightly draw infinity symbols on your clit you lose it.

A kaleidoscope of stars detonates behind your eyes as the orgasm slams into you. Gripping onto his locks tighter as you writhe beneath him, back arching off the mattress before you go boneless.

Coming back to your senses, you blink open your eyes and peer down at Bucky. His chin is glistening wet. A proud smile gracing his handsome face. Adoration shining in his icy blues. “There she is.” He laughs. “Had me worried for a minute there babygirl. Thought I might have made ya pass out. Looks like it was just one hell of an orgasm.”

A sweet smile adorns your blissed out face as you caress his damp cheeks. “One hell of an orgasm indeed.”

He begins to crawl up the bed towards you, leaving a path of kisses in his wake. His massive thighs push your legs further apart as he gives his turgid length a couple of slow strokes. He teases the thick head of his member along your folds, coating himself in your essence.

You lock eyes with him as you whimper. “Please.”

He leans forward, interlocking his hands in yours, placing a toe curling kiss to your lips as he enters the warmth of your cunt. Splitting you open on his generous girth. Pulling his hips back and leaving you no time to adjust as he begins to grind his hips down on yours with every thrust.

Foreheads pressed together, completely lost in this carnal dance of love and devotion. The room fills with the sounds of your passion. A symphony of moans and groans, accompanied with the sound of slick flesh meeting slick flesh.

“Nothing has ever felt as good as your pussy squeezing me so tightly when you lose yourself to your pleasure. I need you to come for me baby. Come around my cock. I’m not going to last much longer and I need to feel you let go for me.” He groans out between brutal thrusts.

It’s like his words have a direct link to your clit and with another well placed swivel of his hips you feel yourself lose control as your orgasm takes over. A rainbow of colors flash behind your eyes and the world sounds as if you're underwater.

Everything comes back into focus just as Bucky is reaching his own climax. Burying himself deep inside you as he bites down on your shoulder and paints your womb white with rope after rope of his seed. Panting, he leaves a gentle kiss on the mark his teeth left behind. You run your fingers through his dark tresses and kiss his nose.

“Fuck I missed that.” He blurts out as he comes down from his own high.

“Agreed. Although, I must admit. It’s never felt quite as intense before. Feral yes. But that was something else altogether. I want more.” The confession slips from your lips.

“I’d give you the world babygirl. All you have to do is ask.” He places a soft kiss on your lips. “Let’s make some good use of that large walk in shower I can see from here and get dirty while we get clean. A round two is much needed. I haven't had my fill of you yet tonight.”

You giggle as he rolls over, slides off the bed and proceeds to scoop you up in his arms and into the ensuite. “You weren’t kidding about making up for lost time.”

“Darlin’, I’ll never get enough of you.”

You awaken slowly, sunlight slipping in through the blinds and a sweet soreness throughout your body. You open your eyes to the beautiful sight of a sleeping Adonis laid beside you, as peaceful as you’ve ever seen him. You take a moment to just watch his chest rise and fall with each breath until a vibration against the nightstand to his right catches your attention.

You reach across Bucky’s prone frame to grab his phone. It seems that Steve has been sending texts and leaving messages for Bucky throughout the night. Having felt you move, he rouses from his slumber and nuzzles into your neck. “Not that I’m complaining about having you draped over me like a blanket, but what has you moving around so much already? I thought I wore you out last night.”

Turning the device in your hand towards his slowly waking eyes you respond. “Your phone. Apparently Steve needs your attention.”

He takes his phone from your hand and goes through all the texts and two voicemails left for him. He responds with a picture of the two of you together in bed.

I'm right where I'm supposed to be Pal. Don’t know when or if I’ll be home though.

This is how you spend the next week. Lazy days full of fucking, comfort food, dancing, smoking and watching movies. Just enjoying your time together in a little bubble. Bucky taunting Steve with pictures and videos of how you're spending days together. At one point even you get in on the torment, texting him back pics of Bucky cooking shirtless, in the shower, having a smoke or cuddled up on your lap.

Looks like breakfast is served.

Cleanse the skin of its many sins.

He just can’t seem to quit

He won’t let me move

Bucky is much more of an ass about it though. Sending provocative pics of you and rubbing in how badly he fucked up.

I’ll never get enough of kissing the breath out of her

Best morning view

Gonna have to thank Tony for this secret little room in her apartment.

Having enough of his moping and random fits of anger targeted at whoever was closest, Natasha decides it’s time to take things into her own hands. With some help from her friends of course. Wanting to help move things along, the Starks call a meeting with Steve to be held at the tower in their personal conference room located in their penthouse. They need to figure out if it's even worth letting you back into his life.

Surprisingly Tony is more than okay with Bucky cohabitating in sin with you here in the tower. The smile is back on your face and your laughter is filling the halls once more. But Steve has a bigger battle to fight, having betrayed your trust and he wants to make sure that he understands that.

The man of the hour walks in with a calm step and an air of malice in his cerulean eyes. The bags beneath them tell the story of a man suffering for his choices. Tony has been there before. That time when Pepper came to her senses and left him high and dry when he refused to commit to her, unwilling to give up his playboy ways. That’s when he first used your services. He needed someone on his arm for events and he just couldn’t handle bringing a new person each time. It would only aid in making what Pepper said about him true.

It was you who listened to him make drunken confessions of his true feelings for his former lover. That he did want to commit but he was afraid that he wasn't cut out for monogamy. That’s when you told him all about your non monogamous status. “Monogamy is great for those who chose to live that way. But for me, I’m just not content with only one lover in my life. I am polyamorous as well though. But don’t be confused. Not every non-mono person is that way. Some only want to play with others and keep emotions out of it and that’s ok. I for one am happy with multiple play partners as well as multiple full fledged relationships. To each their own ya know.” You gave a little shrug.

“It seems to me that the only amorous relationship you want is with her. You just want the option to play when an opportunity presents itself. And I’m willing to bet that you want her included in those sessions as well.” You can’t help wiggling your brows.

“That’s the dream isn’t it. Ya know, I think you two would like each other. Too bad I chased her away. The trouble we could all get in together. Mmmm.” He bites his lip and continues drinking his whiskey.

“Who says you can't win her back? Give me your phone.” He hands it over, unaware that you were going to change his life for the better.

Snapping out of his memories and giving attention back to the room full of his friends and fellow gangsters, he locks eyes with Steve. “Hello Steven.” He smirks. “You’re looking well.”

“Cut the crap Tony. What did you drag me here for?” He bites out.

“Whoa. Whoa. Whoa Cap. I brought you here for the benefit of your relationships but now I’m thinking I should have left it alone.” He runs his fingers over his goatee.

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about that icy little boyfriend of yours and everyone's favorite escort. I’m sure you're more than aware of the love den they have been spending their time in. Licking their wounds and mending their heartbreak together.”

He quirks a brow. “Tony I don't have time for your bullshit. If you didn't bring me here for business then I’m gonna head out that door. I have better things that I could be doing with my time.”

“Like what? Taking out your anger at your colossal fuck up on your subordinates? Spending some more time between that Carter’s legs?” He declares with disdain.

With the quickness of a man half his size, Steve’s hand is wrapped around Tony’s throat. “You need to learn not to speak of things that don’t concern you.”

Pepper and Natasha rush forward. One afraid for her husband's safety, the other worried about the truce being broken due to her boss's emotional outburst. Men.

“Alright boys. Enough is enough. Steven, please let go of my husband. We really did bring you here to help you out. He’s just a little overprotective of her. We all are.” Pepper implores in her softest tone.

With Natasha’s help and a nudge from Sam he finally gives in and lets Tony’s neck go. “Thank you.”

He slumps back in his chair and pinches the bridge of his nose. “I know I fucked up. I let my allegiance to the Carter family blind me and allow my toxic ass ex to manipulate her way back into my life. In the process, regardless of my overly intoxicated state, I betrayed the love of my life, my best friend. As well as the only women who has ever truly understood our dynamic and accepted and loved us unconditionally. And I'm the idiot you didn't realize how madly in love with her I was until I watched her leave us that morning. Us. Not me, who deserved her wrath, but us. She couldn't bring herself to choose between us, even in her pain. I don’t fault Buck for leaving me to my misery to go after her.”

He scoffs. “They’ve been torturing me daily with pictures of their time spent together. I want that. I want back in their good graces but I have no idea how to fix what I broke or even if I can.”

Pepper places her hand on his shoulder. “Of course you can. I can’t speak for James, but I’ve never known her to not at least have an honest conversation. Start there, she’ll appreciate your honesty. Don’t complicate things. Lay all your cards on the table and let them lay down theirs. It’s that simple.”

“I’m willing to go that route. If I even knew where they were.” He sighs.

“Well, lucky for you Cap that Pep here never got rid of the little vixens apartment. And I have it on good authority that they ordered take out that will need to go through security before making it’s way up to them.” Rubbing his neck Tony says with a smirk.

“I’m gonna need you to intercept that order for me.”

You're cuddled up all cozy in Bucky’s lap, watching Bride Of Chucky, when the doorbell goes off.

“Must be the food. I’ll grab it, no need to pause. You know I have this memorized.” You lay a quick kiss on his cheek and make your way to the door.

Grabbing your wallet from the hall table you open the door and let out a gasp. Standing there with your take out in his hand and puppy dog eyes is none other than Steven Grant Rogers.

You have no idea how long you stand there, just staring at him.

“Hey babe, what’s taking so long? Can’t find your wallet again?” Bucky comes up behind and stops in his tracks when his eyes land on Steve. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Bucky.” You admonish.

“No, no, it’s okay. I get it.” He lets out a deep sigh. “I just wanted to talk to both of you. Tony and Pep helped me get up here. Please. I just want to talk. If you don't like what I have to say you can kick me out and I’ll never bother you again. That goes for you too Buck.”

You and Bucky share a look, before you open the door further and step aside. “Come on in, Steve.”

You head back to the living room, and have Steve place the food on the coffee table as you pause the movie and take a seat on the sofa next to Bucky.

Instead of sitting on the loveseat to the left of you, Steve lowers himself to his knees before you. “First and foremost, I’m sorry. I’m not even going to try and make excuses for it. Drunk or not, it shouldn't have happened. And I definitely shouldn’t have yelled at you when I was only angry at myself.”

He reaches for your hands, which you let him take. “You had every right to leave me. I’m an idiot. I love you and I let you slip away.” He turns to Bucky. “I’m sorry I even entertained her baby. I know how she makes you feel. Again, I’m an idiot.”

“Not gonna argue with you on that one.” Bucky says as he leans back against the couch.

“I can’t promise that I won’t fuck up again in some way. I am stubborn after all. But what I can promise is that I’ll try. I’ll give you both my all and do what is necessary to win your trust back. Just give me a chance. That’s all I’m asking.”

You look at Bucky. “Do you believe him? Do you believe he’s remorseful and truly ready to make amends?”

“Seeing as how I’ve only ever seen him on his knees when he’s servicing me and I placed him there. I’m gonna have to go with yes I think he means it. The decision is up to you though, Doll. From here on out. I go where you go.” He places a kiss on your cheek.

“Thank you for laying this all on my shoulders Buck.” You turn back to Steve and place a hand upon his face. He nuzzles into it. “I’m willing to give you a chance. But just the one. You’re going to have to really work to earn our trust back and we won't take it easy on you. You’re going to need to woo us all over again.”

“Challenge accepted.” He quickly agrees.

“How about a kiss to seal the deal?” You suggest.

He leans in. “With pleasure, Doll.” He wraps his hand in your hair and proceeds to get you drunk off his love.

#poc reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers smut #mafia au #avengers au #stucky x reader #stucky smut

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alloftheimaginesblog · 2 years

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dance with me {s.h}

prompt: dancing under the stars with steve

character: steve harrington x reader

inspired by prompts from my recent prompt list

As your prom raged on inside Hawkins High, you sat outside, curled up on a bench in the school grounds. The tears came fast and furious as you sniffed under the stars. Your stupid boyfriend, well ex-boyfriend now, had just kissed another person right in front of you in the middle of the dance floor. You were hurt. You never thought that you and Ben would last but it didn't mean that it didn't hurt to have him shrug and discard you as though you were nothing.

Steve, who'd seen the whole thing unfold, had followed you to the school grounds, hands in his pockets and sympathy in his eyes. He'd known how much you'd liked Ben, you'd ranted and raved about the idiot for weeks and weeks. Steve, as your best friend, was obliged to listen but it didn't mean he liked Ben.

How could he like the guy that you loved?

You could hear the footsteps approach you and for a second you thought it was Ben, coming to apologise and beg for forgiveness but as you turned your head, you saw it was Steve, "I'm okay," you told him quickly as you wiped the tears from your face, "I'm just being stupid."

Steve sighed, sitting on the bench beside you, "You're not being stupid, come here." He opened his arms to you and you did always say that a hug from your best friend made the world seem okay again so you were quick to dive into his arms as the tears fell.

"You want me to go kick his ass?" Steve asked quietly, "Cause I will."

You laughed through your tears, "You've never won a fight, Harrington," you teased him as you sniffled and pulled back from his grasp, "I'd rather you didn't risk getting your perfect hair messed up."

Steve rolled his eyes, "You know, for you, (y/n), I'd happily mess up my hair if it meant defending your honour..." You blinked up at him, asking if he really meant that, "Course... What else are best friends for?"

Best friends.

Steve inwardly cringed as he said it. He hated being just friends with you - best friends - he wanted more; he wanted to be more. He wanted to be the one that got to hold you at night, be the one who kisses your fears and worries away... Not Ben, stupid Ben. Steve wouldn't hurt you, not like Ben did, if you trusted Steve enough to love him then Steve wouldn't dare do anything to hurt you. If only.

You sniffed, looking at your hands, "I knew that it wouldn't last forever but I thought we'd at least get through our prom. I thought we'd dance for at least one song."

Steve had an idea then. He jumped up, standing in front of you wearing that grin that told you he had a plan, "Get up."

"What are you doing?"

He stuck out his hand, "It's not going to be the prom you thought it would be but we're going to dance out here."

"Dance here?" You laughed at him, shaking your head, "No thanks."

"What's better than this?" He looked around, "It's just us two here. We can still hear the music and look up," you did as instructed and found yourself smiling up at the sky, "what's better than dancing under the stars?"

You looked back to Steve, silently asking 'are you serious?' but as he nodded, smiling down at you, "Dance with me, (y/n)." You couldn't deny his request any longer so you took his hand and allowed him to pull you up. It felt odd that he - Steve Harrington, the boy you'd been best friends with since kindergarten - was the one holding your waist but it wasn't too awkward. You laughed slightly as you looped your arms around his neck, resting your head on his shoulder.

The music floated in the air, swirling around the two of you, as you swayed in Steve's arms. For those few minutes, you forgot about Ben, you forgot about seeing him locking lips with Polly and all you could really focus on was the stars and the warmth radiating from Steve's body. The stars twinkled above you, bright and white, and you smiled against Steve's shoulder.

"Thanks, Steve," you whispered against his shoulder, "It's the perfect prom." Steve smiled, fighting the urge to press a kiss to the top of your head, and pulled you in a little closer and looked up to the moon and the stars.

Maybe he'd tell you how he felt not tonight but maybe one day soon. Maybe he wouldn't. It didn't really matter to Steve at this moment whether he did or not. At least he'd always have this. At least he'd always have the dance under the stars with you.

#prompt #one shot #reader insert #steve harrington #os #stranger things imagine #stranger things #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #imagine #long prompt #st #st one shot

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justsomerandomfanfic · 2 years

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I Do - Billy Hargrove X Female (Henderson) Reader

Title: I Do

Billy Hargrove X Female (Henderson) Reader

Additional Character: Basically every main character of Stranger Things (Mentioned)

WC: 1,618

Warnings: Slight sibling angst

You too thought back to five years ago. Most times you thought back to your wedding. It was small, but perfect in your eyes. When they were planning, they didn’t want to do it in a church or chapel. They both wanted to be wed outside, somewhere nice like a forest or the beach. But, sadly, the beach was unattainable. So they decided to do it in the Henderson backyard. You and Billy sent out handmade invitations, mostly made by you, out to Steve, Robin, the children, and most of the adults.

When they told everyone, many of them had different reactions, but in the end, they were very happy for the two and were excited about the wedding. First, they told your mom, who once literally took both your and Billy into your arms, squealing and crying tears of joy. Grabbing Your hand, you ogled over the ring and praised Billy on his choice, which he puffed out his chest in pride. Then Susan and Max; Susan congratulated the two, giving you a hug. While Max, her jaw dropped and your eyes grew wide, she froze until she, like your mom, did a small squeal, Max did too, jumping into You’s arm.

“I’m gonna have a sister!” You chuckled, wrapping your arms around the girl.

“I always wanted a sister…” Max mumbled into your shirt, which made you tear up.

Next was your brother, Dustin. He was gone at the arcade the day they told your mom, but when he was home, you both told him the big news. Sitting down in the living room, both you and Billy sat waiting for Dustin to get back from Mike’s house for the day. Soon enough, the door bursts open, and Dustin runs through, skidding to a halt when he sees his sister and Billy in the living room.

“Dustin, can we talk for a bit?” Dustin nods slowly, confused, as he looks from his sister to Billy and back.

Sitting down on the opposite couch, you cleared your throat as Billy looked at the floor.

“Dusty, don’t freak out at what I am about to tell you.” You spoke, voice calm and even.

Dustin’s eyebrows wrinkled as he nodded his head. “Okay…”

You looked to Billy, taking his hand in yours for comfort, you knew this was hard for him, looking back to your brother, you continued.

“Billy and I are getting married.”

Dustin stared at the both of them for a long time before he said anything.

“Really? To him?” He asked, and you could tell that he wasn’t pleased to hear the news.

“Yes, to Billy.” You spoke carefully, you really wanted Dustin’s blessing more than anyone else.

“But… but, he’s Billy! He’s a jerk, and he basically terrorized my friends! He beat Steve up! He tried to beat up Lucas! He’s… he’s-”

You immediately got up, a frown on your face, and tears in your eyes. You quickly left the room and up the stairs, slamming the door. Dustin sighed, frustrated, and held his head in his hands. He didn’t mean to make you cry. Billy sat there for a moment, before getting the courage to speak.

“Dustin, I know I haven’t been at all a nice person to you and your friends, and I am not trying to force you to like me, but I love your sister. Very much. And I know what I have done in the past doesn’t give me the right to even try and ask for forgiveness, and you probably don’t want me as a brother… But your sister was really hoping you would give us your blessing… For the wedding.” Billy spoke up awkwardly, nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

Dustin watched and listened, seeing how seemingly genuine Billy was acting and speaking. He’d never seen Billy nervous or anxious. Only cocky and with a stupid smirk on his face. Dustin thought and nodded, looked at the stairs, before getting up and going upstairs. Hesitantly, he knocked on your door, which slowly opened a moment later.

Dustin walked in seeing you on your bed, cuddling a teddy bear Billy won for you at a fair months ago, tears were still in your eyes and on your cheeks, as you looked at Dustin. Dustin shuffled into the room further, sitting down next to your. They sat in silence for a moment until he spoke up.

“Even though I don’t like Billy, I know he makes you happy. And, that makes me happy. So, if you want my blessing, I’ll give you it.” He spoke, each word making your tears become tears of joy.

Latching onto Dustin, you pulled him into a hug, sobbing lightly. “Thank you, Dusty…” You spoke, as Dustin gently rubbed your back.

“Yeah, yeah…” He spoke awkwardly, before pulling back.

“But, if he ever hurts you or anything to make you cry, I am stealing Steve’s bat.” Dustin threatened, but you just laughed and brought your brother back into the hug.

Later in the week, the others were told. Robin had found out at work, seeing you with a ring on your finger, automatically calling you out teasingly.

“You getting hitched?” She asked, a smirk on your face.

She knew with whom, having seen Billy come into the shop to see his girlfriend and get a scoop of mint chocolate chip almost everyday. You blushed and nodded, sneaking a glance at your ring before heading into the back to grab more flavors for the front. Steve was sitting at the break table, mouth open and eyes wide, much like how your brother looked. That slightly worried you.

“You’re getting married to Hargrove?” He asked, and you nodded carefully.

Steve was silent for a good while until he spoke again, looking back from the wall, lips pursed.

“If he does anything stupid, I’ll get my bat.” He threatened, similar to Dustin’s, which made your smile.

“Thank Steve, but I don’t think you’ll need it.” Then all that was left was to tell Mike, El, and Lucas.

That was easier said than done. You did it when they came over for a movie night at their house. You just outright said it. Which caused a lot of emotions everywhere. Mike was shocked, yelled all his concerns but in the end, he accepted it. Lucas just stared at you like you were crazy or an alien, but he took longer to convince than Mike. And, El, sweet El, accepted it immensely, having a similar reaction to Max but less squealing and crying. Now, Will, he found out because your mom told Will’s mom. Will came to you with a drawing as a congrats.

Later that month, you went with Susan and your mom to find a dress. It took a bit, but you had found the one. It was pearl white, with short bell sleeves, and a sweetheart neckline. The skirt was flowy and went down to your ankles, and was made of many soft layers of tulle. Lastly, you wore a small tiara in your hair and pearl white short heels. Both you, your mom, and Susan cried when seeing the full thing.

Soon enough, the day arrived. Your maid of honor, Max wore a nice pale pink dress, similar in style to your dress, and El, your bridesmaid, wore the same pale pink in a similar dress as well. On Billy’s side, Dustin was the best man, in matching tux with Billy. Then Steve, Lucas, Will, and Mike were the groomsmen, in the same matching tux, though they had different colored ties.

As they stood at the flower altar, both sides of the family were sitting, waiting. El and Max were already at the front, along with the boys. Billy stood, hands clasped before him. Breathing in and out, trying to calm his racing heart. Soon the music began, not a normal wedding march, but an instrumental from one of Billy’s favorite songs, something you had let him choose, which he was very grateful for.

Then, you came down the red carpet, towards the altar, your mother walking you down. Billy sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes never leaving you. You looked up from the ground, making sure you wouldn’t trip. Sheer veil over your eyes, you could see Billy in front of you. You could make out the tears lining his eyes and the smile on his face. Once in your place before him, Billy quickly took your hands in his.

“You look so beautiful.” He whispered, which made you smile more than you already were.

“Thank you…”

Before you could reminisce about the rest of your wedding, Billy caught your attention. He stared at your, smirk on his face, eyes filled with mischief. He knew he caught your daydreaming, as you did so much with him. Blushing fiercely, you looked down, hands fidgeting to get your in your lap.

“What were you thinking about, Mrs. Hargrove?” He asked, gently nudging your cheek with his nose, causing you to smile.

You blushed, you would never get used to being called that.

“Our wedding…” You spoke softly, and Billy gave a soft chuckle.

“What about our wedding?” He asked, teasing you at this point, you decided to fight back.

Giving him a smirk of your own, you looked up and wrapped your arms around Billy’s neck, looking deep into his ocean blue eyes.

“About how handsome you were.” You spoke and Billy smiled.

“And are?” He asked shyly, yet with the same mischief as always.

All You could do was nod, with a smile of your own. “And are.” You confirmed.

“Well, thank you, Beautiful.” He spoke, before pulling you in for a passionate kiss.

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writethesleepaway · 2 years

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Suspicious

Summary: You and Steve had been best friends since, well, as long as the two of you could remember. You knew how to read him like a book, he could never hide anything from you. That is until he starts acting suspicious, and you can't quite figure out what's going on.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Y/N

Warnings: Swearing, kissing, that's bout it (this is fluff!)

WC: 3961

A/N: First Steve x Y/N post woop! that's really it okay bye love u all mwah (also still working on can't fight this feeling p4 lmao writing smut is intimidating)

(divider by @delishlydelightfuldividers)

To say that you and Steve were close was an understatement. Being neighbours since birth, you took your first steps together, although Steve would say it was more like him walking with pride and you falling flat on your ass. All throughout elementary school, you'd walk home together, holding hands as your mothers had instructed. Even after you were old enough to not hold hands, you did anyways. In middle school people teased you, always saying you and Steve were dating. You called him your brother. He called you his best friend.

Towards the end, you could tell there was a difference between the two of you. Steve had been titled 'King Steve', known for his looks, his smooth moves, and probably most of all his hair. He hung around popular people and was 'friendly' with everyone. You somewhat fell behind, choosing a smaller group of friends who were more close-knit. It's not that you weren't popular, you just weren't as loud about it as Steve was. Yet you still made time to hang out with each other every weekend. That was until highschool started.

You knew that you had drifted apart. He was focused on whatever date he was going on, you were focused on working and making money as fast as possible. It's not that you weren't friends anymore, at least you thought, but he didn't make the same effort he used to. It got worse when he started dating Nancy, you barely saw him anymore. Thankfully it all changed after everyone's first encounter with the Upside Down.

It was 3 am and you woke up to panicked tapping on your window, with Steve hanging off a tree branch waiting for you to notice him. Of course you let him in, worried as you had never seen him in such a state of panic. The boy completely broke down in your arms, crying out of fear, anger, and sadness, at having neglected you and your friendship. You didn't forgive him right away, but the weekend hangouts came back, and eventually you two became thick as thieves again, maybe even closer than before.

By now you had delt with the Upside Down multiple times. The group had just defeated Vecna, Steve and Robin kept their job at Family Video. You still had your job at the local library, but also kept a close eye on Max, babysitting her every once in a while. One day you decided to bake some brownies with her, hoping it would take her mind off of the recent events. When you realised you had made too much, Max suggested to take the left overs to Family Video, she knew Steve and Robin would appreciate them. You smiled down at her, admiring her selflessness.

"Robin? Steve?" you called out. Steve's head popped out from the back, earning you a quick grin, but his eyes widened as he ran back inside. Your smile dropped at his behaviour, not because you were upset, but because it was weird. He acted like some cartoon character, which was seriously unlike him. Two seconds later it looked like Robin was practically shoved out to the front desk.

"H-hey Y/N! What brings you here...?" Robin yelled from across the store, forcing a smile onto her face.

"Hey Robin...? Everything okay?" you asked.

"Duh, I mean besides that this is Hawkins and nothing is ever okay, what would be wrong?" Robin joked. Your deadpan face did not convince her, she dropped her act.

"Don't tell him, but Steve is being stupid, and won't talk to you." Robin whispered. A VHS tape flew out of the storage room, landing at Robin's feet.

"I heard that!" Steve called out.

"Why? Did I do something?" Robin noticed the slight quiver in your voice. She knew of your past with Steve, especially how hurt you where during that weird time when you weren't exactly friends.

"No, no no no, Y/N it's nothing like that. He's just being, really, really stupid." Robin explained with a sigh.

"Oh... Okay well, I came over to drop off some brownies. Max and I ended up making way too many so we thought you'd like what was left over."

"Uh, duh? Thanks Y/N, you're the best! Hey dingus! Come out here and try a brownie Y/N brought!" Robin yelled behind her. Steve creeped out, once again, like some cartoon character walking into unknown territory.

"Hey Steve..." you muttered, wondering if he'd continue to act weird.

"Jesus, Y/N! I thought you had left!" he yelled through his teeth.

"Oh, I can go if you want. I just wanted to drop these off anyways." You spun on your heel to turn around when you felt Robin grab your bag.

"Nope! You're not going anywhere Y/N. You're going to sit here with us and eat a few brownies." Your eyes scanned over the two workers. Robin had a wide smile plastered on her face, a shit-eating grin you could say. Steve looked like he had seen a ghost.

"I don't think Steve wants me here, but thanks anyways." Robin grabbed your hand and wouldn't let go, effectively trapping you in the store. Steve still looked like he had seen a ghost. A sigh escaped your lips as you sat on the counter top, giving up to Robin's hold.

"Oh my god, I totally forgot, I haven't washed my hands! I'll be back!" Robin exclaimed as she stood up to go to the bathroom.

"Robin I've literally seen you eat an oreo cookie off the floor because it was 'too precious to waste'." Steve spoke, surprising you with his voice.

"Well all of a sudden I am scared of germs, be right back!" she shouted over her shoulder, already half way to the bathroom. Steve shook his head and looked up at you, hoping you'd be looking at where Robin used to stand, but froze when he saw you look straight at him with a confused expression.

"So... Y/N what's up?" he asked trying to feign innocence.

"What's up with me? What's up with you? Why are you acting so supsicious? And why is Robin acting so suspicious? Did I do something?" you asked, voice dropping in the last sentence. Steve's heart cracked, he couldn't act strange anymore if you were going to blame yourself for his behaviour.

"No, no, god no you didn't do anything Y/N. I've just... I've just been in a funk lately." he explained as he grabbed a brownie to eat. Steve's eyes widened as he took his first bite.

"For how long?"

"I dunno, like mph forever?"

"Ew Steve finish chewing before you speak."

"Can't help it, these are delicious!"

"Well if it's been forever, why am I only just hearing about this now? I thought we told each other things."

"No, Y/N it's not like that. I think it's a funk that I only realised within the past year? Like it's always been in the back of my mind but it manifested properly recently."

"Look at you using big words. Wanna tell me what's up?"

"No, I'm okay. I don't wanna bother you about it. It's not that big of a deal anyways!"

Robin skipped back into the area where the two sat on the counter. She snatched a brownie into her hand and ate it enthusiastically, smiling and nodding at you to show you her appreciation.

"Have you talked about it yet?" she asked.

"Have we talked about what?" you responded.

"Oh no! I forgot I needed to pee! Bye now!" she yelled as she dashed into the bathroom again.

"Okay, you need to speak up. The two of you are shit at hiding things." you explained as you crossed your arms defensively.

"Hey, we're not hiding anything at all! Robin is just, weird like that, y'know?" Steve explained as he avoided your eyes. With a sudden air of confidence, you grabbed Steve by the cheeks and pulled his face so that he was now looking at you. Shocks ran through his body from your touch, he definitely didn't expect you to do that, and he tried to hide his excitement at your hands on his face.

"Nothing! I swear, nothing is happening!" Steve said to the best of his ability with his cheeks still squished together by your hand.

"You're a liar, Harrington, a poor one at that too. Just tell me you don't trust me and I won't bother you about it." you spat, face softening when you realised you sounded more aggressive than you actually were. Steve rushed to grab your hand, a move he often did to console you.

"Look, Y/N, I swear it's nothing bad. It's nothing concerning, nothing to worry about, I just... I wanna try and figure this out on my own. It's not that I don't trust you, I just wanna try and solve it myself."

"Is that why Robin knows?"

"Robin knows because she caught me speaking out loud, trying to figure it out. I still think she's a spy, she stood behind me for 19 minutes just listening to me talk to myself."

"You're talking to yourself now? Oh god you must be in some deep shit."

"Yeah, you could call it that..." Steve muttered as he rubbed the back of his neck, trying to calm his nerves. He knew he was acting weird, he knew he was being suspicious, but it didn't matter as long as you didn't find out what he was dealing with. A part of him was suprised that you hadn't figured it out already, he wasn't exactly the most subtle person.

"'Okay well, I'm gonna go now, I wanna clean up before tonight. Tell Robin I said bye, when she comes back from her 10 minute pee."

"Wait, what's tonight?"

"My date? Remember? I told you about this a week ago..."

"Wait, the one with Tommy J? You're actually going on that?"

"Yeah? Why wouldn't I?"

"Because he's ugly? He won't treat you right? He's probably just looking for some quick sex..."

"How do you know? Last week you said you didn't really know the guy!"

"Well, I do now, don't go out with him Y/N, he's not good for you."

"Steve it's not like you're very involved in my life these days, don't tell me what's good and not good for me. I know what I'm getting myself into."

"Oka- wait you do? You know he's just into quickies and you're still going out with him?"

"Is that such a bad thing? Don't forget there was a time when you were like this y'know."

"Okay but this is different! I don't want you getting hurt because of him, god knows what he'd do if you did something he didn't like. I just think you should do this type of thing with someone more... special?"

"Steve I won't have sex with him. Happy? I just want to actually go out with someone who gave me their attention first. There aren't many guys in Hawkins who give me the time of day and I'm sick of it."

"Um, sure. Yeah, I guess. Just, be careful, please? Call me the second something goes wrong, I'll be there as fast as I can."

"Thanks Steve, but I don't need a knight in shining armour. Anyways, I'm out, tell Robin I said bye."

You left without looking back. Steve held his head in his hands, groaning at the pain of the awkward experience. He knew he had no right to dictate who you went out with, and he knew that no guy in Hawkins really gave you the time of day. It's because he either scared them off or they already avoided you because they knew your connection to Steve. Jealousy plauged his mind as he thought of what you and Tommy would do. What if it actually worked? What if Tommy ended up being a really nice guy who swept you off your feet, what if you started dating and it became serious, then you got married and moved to some other town, something less shitty than Hawkins, and had children and a life together?

"Earth to dingus, you with me?" Robin yelled as she waved her hand in front of Steve.

"Oh my god, Robin. She's actually going out with Tommy J. Like, it's actually happen."

"Well shit, there goes your window of opportun- Steve? Steve! STEVE WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!" she yelled as Steve ran out the door. He just waved at her and ran to his car. Robin grabbed the walkie talkie that Dustin had given her to keep at Family Video.

"Dustin, come in, over!"

"Robin, hi what's up? Over."

"Your ride to Eddie's is no longer happening, over."

"What? What do you mean it's no longer happening, tonight is campaign night! Over."

"Yeah well, Steve might have actually had a single successful thought in his head. I think he's going to tell Y/N how he feels! Over."

"OH MY GOD, FINALLY! Wait but I still have no way to get to Eddie's! Over!"

"That's no longer Steve or my concern, good luck bye! Over!"

Steve was sure he had run a few red lights and speeded in school areas just to get home on time. His eyes would drop to his watch every so often. He knew the date technically wasn't for another 2 hours, but something told him he wouldn't exactly be fast in his confession.

"Oh, hello Steve! What brings you here?" your mother asked when she opened the door to see Steve sweating and panting against the doorframe.

"Hi Mrs. Y/L/N I really need to talk to Y/N, like really badly. Can I go see her?"

"I mean yes but, she's in the shower. You can wait in her room. Oh and I must warn you, she's got a date in about an hour!"

"I know!"

Steve practically threw himself up the stairs as he ran into your room. All the tale tell signs of you getting ready presented themselves. Clothes thrown everywhere, different bottles of perfume on the vanity, a bag half packed full of things. He chuckled to himself as he heard you sing in the shower. He wondered if this is how you act when you get ready to see him.

"Shot through the he- JESUS CHRIST STEVE WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" you screamed as you scrambled to cover yourself as best as possible. Steve instinctively screamed at the loud noise and felt paralyzed when he saw you. There you were, the girl he’s dreamt of for so long, standing in front of him, hair wet and dripping, skin fresh and slightly red from the warm water, with nothing but a towel covering your body.

"I- uh, well..."

"Turn around! Let me put on some clothes!"

Steve nodded and looked the other way, taking the silence and lack of ruffling sounds as a sign to turn back.

A heart attack. That’s what Steve was sure he was having. He couldn’t breathe, his fingers tightened around what he could grab, which happened to be his own hands, leaving crescent moons in his palms. His eyes were fixed on you. You had changed into an old tshirt he had lent you during a bad week full of tears and insecurities. It had little holes in the sleeves and the logo on the front was fading but ‘Harrington’ was still visible on the back. Your hair, now less dripping, was still wet, as you ran a towel through it. The tightness in his pants reminded him of your lack of pants.

"Are you going to tell me why you’re here? I’m going to be late, so I gotta get ready while you talk."

"Uhh, yeah that’s fine. I just wanted to talk to you about, my funk…"

"Oh yeah? Cool, whats going on?" you asked as you slowly applied some mascara.

Steve felt his words stuck in his chest as he watched you get ready. There was something so domestic about the scene, the idea of you in his shirt, getting ready to go out with him. But, it wasn’t him. It was fucking Tommy J who would do anything to get with a girl.

"Okay so, let’s say you like someone. And you didn’t think you’d ever like them, because you were past that. Like, way too far past that. You’re best friends, you can’t imagine your life without them, but you can’t help but want more. You want to be able to hug them, but then actually kiss them stupid until you’re both gasping for air. You wanna have sleepovers with them, but in the same bed, because you live together. Like I wanna do all the things I already do with them, but more, because I’m pretty sure I’m in love with her. Like, I don’t think I’ve ever been more sure."

"More sure than you were with Nancy?"

"Absolutely, without a doubt. Their smile makes me wanna melt, they are so pretty, so fucking pretty, Y/N. I wanna hold them forever, I wanna kiss them forever, the things I wanna do to this girl, oh my god I’d do anything for her."

"Jesus Steve how long have you been harbouring these feelings, these are intense…"

"Probably over a year now. It just kinda hit me one day."

«"Well damn, if they plague your mind that much, I think you should tell them. If they accept your confession, then I’m glad you can be happy together. If not, also good, because I’m pretty sure your crush on this person is strong enough to impair your ability to think and act like a normal person."

"You think? How should I tell her?"

"Depends, what kind of relationship do you have with her? Are y’all casual like that? Or do you guys always plan something in order to see each other."

"We’re casual, definitely casual, like go over to each other’s house casual."

You couldn’t help but feel confused. You were sure that you were the only one who Steve would be so casual with, but wondered if there was someone else he had not told you about. Maybe he was going back to his way of distancing himself again, and you didn’t know if you could handle that again.

Steve noticed the gears turning in your head, he knew you were starting to overthink. He knew that he didn't have much time left. So he did what any guy would do, act without thinking.

"Y/N, look at me."

You swiveled around in your chair and faced him, head cocked to one side as you finished curling your hair.

"It's you."

"What's me, Steve?"

"The girl. The girl that I'm so hopelessly in love with, the one who impairs my ability to think and act like a normal person, it's you. You're the girl of my dreams."

"Shut up, you're just trying to get me out of my date with Tommy, who'll be here in 20 minutes, by the way."

Steve didn't know what else to say, so he walked up to you and grabbed the curling wand out of your hands and unplugged it, setting it down on the table. You stood still in your spot, scared of what Steve would do. The closeness of your bodies definitely made you feel things that you didn't think were appropriate to feel 20 mintues before your date with a different guy. Steve ran his fingers through your newly curled hair, a tactic he had seen you do countless times.

"You, Y/N, are so pretty, you know that? I have three polaroids in my room, you are in all three, but two are just of you. One from when we went swimming and I had jumped in, you were upset because your hair got wet, but the sun came in behind you and I could swear you were glowing, like a goddess. I begged you to go get my camera and you didn't ask why. You didn't expect me to take the photo of you, but god, you smiling down at me like that? I died, right then and there. The other is when you fell asleep on me, after crying your heart out over that stupid fucking guy who stood you up, only to go for some random chick at the mall. I woke you up slightly, your hair was messy, but you were clinging onto me, like a koala, in the same shirt you're wearing now. I couldn't help but take a photo, you looked so fucking cute, even though your eyes were puffy and cheeks red. Y/N, I see beauty in you, in all of you. You make me fucking freeze, because of how much you take my breath away. I have not been able to act like myself, because every time I see you, I want to run up to you and pull you into my lap and kiss those soft lips of yours."

By this point your jaw had dropped, leaving you gawking like some sort of fish. You didn't care what you looked like, you were so surprised that Steve was talking about you like this. You had always harboured a slight crush on him but you shoved those feelings down whenever you saw him with a new girl, especially when he was with Nancy. Steve was still kneeling in front of you, now holding your hands, looking up at you with glossy eyes and a slight smile.

"Y/N, Tommy is here to pick you up!" your mother called from downstairs. Steve's smile faded as you scooted away from him and walked out the door. He fell back onto his butt and scooted until his back hit the bed, head dropping into his hands as he heard you yell "Bye!" and slam the door. Slow foot steps approached him, foot steps that presumably belonged to your mom, who had come to explain that you had left. When he saw your bare legs instead of your mom's, he looked up at you in confusion.

"Why are you here...?" he asked, voice shaking.

You stayed quiet as you pulled his kneeds down and climbed into his lap, shushing him as he stuttered.

"Did you mean what you said?" you whispered, even though you two were the only ones in the room.

"Every last bit." he whispered back.

With some nerve you didn't know you had, you grabbed his cheeks and slowly pulled his face closer to yours, eyes passing back and forth between his own for what felt like hours.

"Kiss me, Harrington."

That was all it took. Steve grabbed your own face and tilted it upwards just to the point where your lips met. It was sweet and soft, surprisingly innocent for the confession that had just spilled out of Steve. When you pulled apart, you blushed at the sight of Steve's own redness.

"I've wanted to do that for slong, Y/N. I don't think I can stop now."

"Please, don't stop. I'm yours to kiss."

"Mine huh? I like the sound of that."

You kissed Steve again, this time with more passion and hunger, as if you were trying to have him take over your senses. Your tongues and teeth clashed but you didn't care because it felt so right to kiss him with so much need.

"So, what happened to Tommy?" Steve asked after he pulled away to breathe, while stroking your cheek.

"Told him he was a prick and that he needed a serious wake up call, then slammed the door in his face. And said bye, because I'm sweet like that!"

"Of course you are, my sweet girl." Steve replied, grinning like a child in a candy store.

It felt right, to hold him, and to be held by him.

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greenlikethesea · 9 months

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emails between dustin and max, fair ithilien verse

these will likely never see the light of day, mostly written to make @sparklyslug smile and give us some character work. basically, they're tech savvy and email each other!

the only context you need to know for these two emails is that max, in her prior email, told dustin to stop being such a dick to megan and stop meddling in steve's affairs.

06-14-1998

SUBJECT: Two photos, one question

Madmax,

I know I’ve already seen you in person and we worked it all out, but I want to tie up this thread too, because if nothing else, I’m a completionist. Suzy’s brother Samson says it’s because I have a Virgo moon. I have literally no idea what that means, but I’m sticking to it.

This reply is a week late because I had to stop being mad at you first. Not because you were mean, which you kind of were even if you acknowledged it, but because you were right, which you absolutely were. And you know how much I hate it when you’re right. I am lonely, and I’m pissed off because neither of them are fucking happy in their relationships and could be perfectly happy with each other. Fuck, Eddie won’t even officially tell me that he’s dating Josh, even though he’s been in the picture for a while now. And god, it’s bad. He and Steve haven’t spoken to each other in like four months. Steve’s drinking again, and doing that thing where he thinks he’s hiding it. No one else knows, but I know him, and I know the tells.

I’ll have you know that I’m only going to keep my mouth shut about Megan for everyone else’s sake. You all act like I’m out for blood with her, and that’s not true. I just think he should be with someone who actually knows him. I wish he’d think with his whole brain instead of his heart (and, to be real, his dick, because she is objectively hot).

Okay, enough about that, it’s thoroughly depressing me. Subjecting myself to utter mortification in order to not mope around and be single: I caved. I got a profile on Match.com. I have filled out more information than I did the last time I went to the doctor. And because apparently my shining personality is not enough, I’ve attached two pictures for the profile. Please tell me the one I look the least bad in. Be honest. Not that I have to tell you to be honest, because you will be, but really, don’t hold back.

Glad I finally got to meet this mystery girlfriend you keep mentioning in your emails. You didn’t tell me Claire was that fucking cool. Way to hold out on me. If you don’t want to go with her to the next Weird Al show on account of it being, in your oh-so-incorrect words, “unspeakably lame,” I will gladly go with her as a friend. I’ll pick her up and everything.

Forgive me if this is crass, but I feel like you’ll get pissed if I pussyfoot around it – are you gay now? I know you were kind of in bisexual land for a while, but Claire is for keeps, I think. I know you haven’t been together for a long time, but sometimes you get a vibe.

Love,

Dustin

SUBJECT: Re: Two photos, one question

Darlingest,

Claire is the absolute coolest. I’m pretty sure I’m in love with her, which is frightening and not something I want to touch now that I’ve written it out, so don’t ask for elaboration. The only annoying thing about her is that she works nights right now, so coordinating plans with her can be tricky. But that means I can write this email to you in peace, and that also means that she’ll be wide awake when you see Accordion Man next month, thankfully without me.

Let’s get the pertinent shit out of the way: they’re both good photos, but the second picture’s better. Not that anyone will believe you if you tell them I told you this, but you have a great smile. The nerdy girl of your dreams would much rather see you silly than serious. It’s weird to see you serious. I know you wanted a brutal critique, so I showed them to Erica when she was over yesterday and she said you look constipated in the first one. Call her, by the way. She’s pretending to not miss you but she’s worried that you haven’t reached out. I told her you’re just busy and that you skipped out on our phone call too (which fuck you, by the way :D), but she’s still worried.

As for the topic of my sexuality – grateful as always that you didn’t pussyfoot around it – one of the interns in the office refers to herself as queer and that sounds good. I feel a little uneasy about it sometimes, because Billy weaponized that word to an absurd degree, but it also feels like a fuck you to him, in a way. I think I’ve heard Steve use it a few times too, and if he’s using it in a positive way, I can too. (Yeah, he’s finally owning being queer, even though he’s not telling anyone still. I don’t know why. We’ve all known since like 94. 95, at the latest.) Not everyone likes it, but I do. I hope that answers your question.

I can hear Claire poking around the kitchen for something to eat, so I should probably help her out. It’s a good pain day today, barely need my cane at all.

Call me, you bitch. I miss you.

Love,

Max

#reading these back i'm so delighted by them #fair ithilien verse

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On your post about Zuko and Steve. It is also interesting how a lot of people say X deserved redemption and 1. Redemption isn't deserved, it's earned. It's about realising you were wrong and making up for it. 2. When they write it so many of them write healing arcs not redemption arcs. Not them making it up to all the people they hurt but more acknowledgement of their own pain. That isn't redemption.

I think so many people get those two things confused. Yes, Azula deserves to heal. For a redemption arc she has to acknowledge she wronged people as opposed to villainising other characters.

Yes! Exactly!!! I read your first point and was gonna say "yeah redemption arc's are earned but healing arcs are deserved" so we are in agreement. I didn't put catra on the post because from what I understand her arc in the show was not redemption but healing. She acknowledges her abuse and works to free herself from it, but does not, within the show, get a chance to actively participate in fixing the things she hurt or ruined. The implication at the end (from my understanding as I haven't actually seen it) is that she would continue on the path to redemption and try to make things right.

Redemption and forgiveness come after healing for many of these kinds of things, or is part of the healing journey already started.

It's soo frustrating because Azula and Zuko's relationship is so messed up, and Azula is a 14/15 year old abused child who deserves to heal from the abuse Ozai subjected her to. But to say she deserves redemption only based on the core atla series... No? Zuko had to heal partially from what his farther did and from the indoctrination of his homeland before he was even ready to face his dad let alone help the Gaang. He then apologized and continues to heal! He had to go see the sun warriors to get his bending back because he had changed so much.

Azula doesn't apologize or attempt to make things right. She is fighting until the bitter end! She doesn't want redemption or healing at that point! A character, to have a successful redemption arc, must want it. That's the whole point! Azula has a mental breakdown at the end of the series and needs to recover from long-term abuse in order to figure out if she wants to redeem herself in the eyes of the world. (Which I don't think she does. I think Azula would be content to just stay in the palace and not think particularly hard about how she was going to enable a genocide. Perhaps some charity initiatives close to home, but never the wide scale acknowledgement like Zuko has done.)

Now. Okay I know I am mean to Billy (because it's so interesting how messed up he is while refusing to understand he is so messed up. Get help Billy) But he also deserves healing. I think it should be done far fucking away from Max and her friends, but he does deserve it, because literally everyone deserves to heal from their trauma or abuse. Billy is interesting because he is so fucked up, and there seems to be layers to that. His relationship with older women??? What the fuck? His resentment of Max? His weird obsession with Steve? Fascinating shit. But we don't get a chance to explore those or what they really mean. I don't really care that we don't tbh because I'd rather more screentime for the party/scoops troop than Billy. He's also just a racist asshole that has all the means to not be one and doesn't use them or ever feel bad about it.

Using his dead(?) Mom as sympathy points before he does literally the only decent thing he can and use his body to protect El and max is not redemption. It's a sacrifice. Like at the end of the last Skywalker? Kylo Ren doesn't redeem himself! He sacrifices himself! That is completely different. One good action to save someone does not make up for all the wrongs committed. Billy sacrificing himself when he knows he's already dead to give two kids more time is not Billy making changes to how he acts and apologizing for hurting people (specifically Max, Lucas, and Steve).

Also! These are two relationships with (step)siblings and I loooove sibling dynamics and complicated relationships but I think the ways in which their sibs would/could/should be involved in their healing is completely different.

Billy is Max's older brother who is shown to resent and abuse her. Max should not be near Billy. She should not be a component of his healing because it would be actively detrimental to her. He should get out of Hawkins and work on himself and then maybe years later call Max up and apologize so much for what he did. She is not responsible for his healing or forgiveness.

But I think Zuko would take an active part in Azula's healing process. For one, he is her big brother. He clearly wants to have a relationship with her, he craves those familial connections! I think he'd want to help her get better, and to see that he is not doing anything to spite her, but to help their nation and herself heal from Ozai's reign. Zuko wants to help her, and while he may sometimes separate himself from her for his own sake, I think he would want to take a more active role in assisting Azula and that would help him feel like he didn't just tear his family apart. He may not know exactly what Ozai did to her, but he knows it was bad and more focused after he was banished, so he would want to be there for his little sister. (People villainizing Zuko to make Azula look good don't make any sense ever tbh)

and listen. I have an angst au floating around my brain where most everything is the same except Azula and Zuko wrote to each other during him banishment and therefore had a strong sibling relationship, thereby making it even more horrible when they fight each other because they legitimately love and care for each other and want to be with their sibling. They simply do not understand why the other is against them because they know!! They love each other!! So why won't Zuko come home or why won't Azula listen when he tells her their father is wrong! Like full on sobbing why are you doing this! You're my brother!! I love you!! Type thing. It's very dramatic and very sad.

But anyways yeah I agree, anon, people get healing and redemption narratives mixed up and it's frustrating. No one deserves redemption but everyone deserves healing. Whether or not they redeem themselves is up to them. It is not up to other characters for that redemption.

#atla #stranger things #azula #zuko #billy hargrove #meta #healing #redemption #anonasaurus #findaanswers #finda's rambles #this is tagged billy because its about him. it may not be friendly and ill tag that but seriously its properly tagged #not billy hargrove friendly #its not even that mean to him its literally just brief character analysis tbh.

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