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Chapter 5: Sarah Amesdon

“Have you talked to anyone else?” Dustin asks as they speed-walk through the hallway. It wasn’t an emergency, but they’re both worried enough to be on the edge of panic.

“No! I can’t find Lucas, or Nancy, and Mike’s in-“

“-California. Shit, shit, shit!”

Ms Henderson follows them with worried eyes, “Dusty, where are you going?”

“To see a friend! Love you mom, bye!” Dustin calls over his shoulder and closes the door, Max grabs her skateboard as Dustin runs over to the open garage to grab his bike.

They make their way to Family Video, exchanging worried expressions as they stew in silent anxiety. Max hears Dustin occasionally talking over the walkie, but he doesn’t get a response.

She desperately wishes that Lucas was here. Dustin’s a naturally anxious person, and whatever chill she had before was destroyed the moment not-Billy broke through the sauna window and tried to kill her best friend. Lucas is the balance they’re missing.

She wishes the rest of the party was here too. Mike is an annoying piece of shit, but he’s a planner. They don’t need a plan yet, but she knows they’re going to. Whether it’s charging in again or just figuring out what’s going on.

With that thought, she’s intensely relieved that Dustin was home. Dustin’s smart. He’ll be able to figure it out. Neither her nor Steve are great at puzzling stuff out, they’re fighters. She’s not stupid, but she’s not a science whiz. Dustin’s figured stuff out before, he’s cracked Russian codes and found supernatural spies.

They pull up to Family Video and jog up to the counter. Steve’s fiddling with a pencil while Robin talks to him. He seems out of it, and he’s got Max’s old headphones looped around his neck. She doubts he’s allowed to have those at work, but she’s happy that he’s getting some use out of them.

“Hey! Steve!” Dustin shouts over Robin, who gives him an offended side-eye.

Steve’s eyes snap to them and she notices the deep bags under his eyes. His hair is slightly disheveled, still styled because it’s still Steve , but disheveled. His eyes look bruised and if she hadn’t known about Steve’s nightmares she’d assume he got into another fight.

Dustin slaps his hands on the counter, “what happened?”

“Shh!” Steve shushes him while Robin’s glare morphs into confusion “not right here!”

“What’s going on?” Robin inquires. She’s straightened up from her casual lean against the counters. She lowers her voice to a whisper and asks, “Does this have anything to do with our little guest?”

“Guest? What guest?” Dustin’s looking around the store, likely trying to find whoever Robin’s talking about.

Steve rolls his eyes, “Yes, Rob, it does. Now come on.” Steve pushes off the counter and walks towards a door in the back of the store. Dustin follows him and motions Robin and Max over too.

Steve pushes the door open to reveal a break room, and sitting on the couch is one Eddie Munson. He’s twisting his rings around his fingers and whips his head around to look at them.

“What are you doing here?!” Dustin whisper-shouts, rushing over to to the couch as Steve closes the door behind them. The break room was most certainly not made for 5 people, so it’s a little cramped.

Max sits down at the desk in the corner of the room. It’s covered in bottles of Yoo-Hoo, and there’s a walkie talkie with the antenna up next to the phone sitting on the desk. An empty box of Honeycombs sits near the couch. There’s also a bottle of medicine on top of the file cabinet, and a trash can overflowing with coffee cups next to it. Eddie’s boots have been kicked off near the doorway, and there’s a paused movie on the little rolling TV cart.

Steve runs a hand over his face and pipes up, “he was there when the…thing happened.”

“Thing? What thing” Robin hissed.

“Last night there was a- something. Something happened. I-I don’t really know what, it’s not like anything that’s happened before, but it had to be related.” Steve says. He runs a hand through his hair and stares at the floor.

Robin looks at him with widening eyes. She opens her mouth to speak but is interrupted by Eddie, “ before ? Something like that has happened before ?!”

“Not exactly…“ Steve mutters. He’s yet to look up at any of them, continuing his staring contest with the linoleum.

“What happened?” Robin asks.

Steve’s eyes flick to Eddie, who returns the look with a grimace.

“They aren’t gonna believe us, man.” Eddie whines.

“Yes. Yes they are. We’ve been through way worse.” Steve replies, Eddie’s eyebrows raise and he pales a bit before taking a deep breath.

“Last night Steve was over at my trailer,” Eddie starts, “and something- I don’t know. Steve went into some kind of trance, and- and I couldn’t wake him up. He just, like, lifted up into the air and- uh- and he just hung there. In the air. And his eyes, man. It- it was like there was something pulling them back into his head. And he…he slammed into the ceiling before he just dropped. I asked him what happened and he didn’t- he said he didn’t remember.”

Everyone’s eyes had drifted over to stare at Steve, who was resolutely not looking at anyone. Robin moved over to grab his arm and hold on for dear life. Like he would float away like a balloon if she let go.

“Steve…” Robin whimpered. He finally looked up to her. Something flickered in his expression before his lips set in a thin line. He looked back at the floor before he spoke up.

“There’s more.” He forced out. Eddie looked at him and raised a brow, whatever Steve was about to say, he hadn’t mentioned before.

— — —

Steve stared at the tiles of the break room before he took a shaky breath in. He knows he should’ve told Eddie before, in the trailer or the van or even at his house when they grabbed his walkie. But he didn’t wanna think about it. Didn’t want to relieve it, even for a moment.

He could remember it in perfect detail. All his dreams were always fickle, terrifying but impermanent. Slipping through his fingers like water when he tried to recall them. Whatever had happened to him in Eddie’s trailer, though, was crystal clear. He could hear Barb’s laughter ringing around him, see the cold looks of everyone he loved as they walked away, feel the thick, stale air of the tunnels as it filled his lungs.

He couldn’t tell them what he saw. They wouldn’t understand. Robin, Max, and Eddie didn’t know about Barb, and Dustin didn’t know the full extent. Didn’t know how she’d died, only knew it was because of the lab. They didn’t need to know how much he hated himself for what he let happen, didn’t need to know how much he feared the day they realized that they didn’t need a babysitter anymore. That they never had.

And he didn’t want them to think he was crazy. When he saw a demodog in the road on his way to work, or hear the ticking of a grandfather’s clock that wasn’t there. He knew they needed to know though, needed to know that something happened.

So, he choked out the story. Bits and pieces. What was important to know.

“When I- when I was in that ‘trance’, I saw…I saw something.” Steve watched Eddie shift his body towards him as he spoke, knew he must be wondering why Steve hadn’t mentioned this before.

“It- I was- god how do I explain this…Eddie went quiet, and when I went to go find him, I was somewhere else. I ended up in the tunnels, the ones from round 2,” Eddie and Robin shared a confused glance while Max and Dustin stared at him with horrified expressions, he looked back down at the floor, “I tried to find a way out but…there wasn’t any. I heard- I saw things that weren’t there last time. And then I heard a voice. And it said- it told me- there was some sort of monster. A person but he was like, not really human. He was made of those vines and he had a big clawed hand…he said it was ‘time for my suffering to end.’”

Steve took a breath. He wasn’t done with the story, but it was a lot to look back on. Even if he didn’t mention the details, he still felt like he was back in that tunnel, Barb’s taunting echoing through the space. He didn’t look up, he knew whatever the others were feeling, he didn’t want to know.

“He lifted his hand up and before he could do…whatever he was trying to do…there was a- I could hear music, I think it was the music from the walkman, and it was coming from a shimmery portal. I ran to it and I woke up falling with Eddie staring at me. I checked Eddie’s room and there was nothing there.”

He glanced up and around to see everyone was frozen. Just staring at him. Dustin had his mouth open, and Robin’s grip on his arm had somehow tightened even further. Max was white-knuckling the back of the chair, and Eddie had his hands dug into his hair.

“I- that sounds crazy. I swear I’m not crazy.”

“No. We don’t think you’re crazy, Steve.” Dustin promised, but Eddie started giggling hysterically from his place on the couch. All eyes shifted to him as he jumped up and started pacing.

“That- oh my god! This is insane! That- that’s bullshit !” Steve winced, a mix of Barb’s and Nancy’s voices echoed around him and the smell of spiked punch filled his senses. “You know how that sounds, right? There’s no way-“

“Eddie! Didn’t you say he literally levitated ? How is this crazier than that?” Dustin put his hands up like he was trying to tame a wild animal. Eddie slumped back down on the couch and buried his face in his hands.

Dustin sighed, “look, what I’m about to tell you might be a little... difficult to take. Okay? You know how people say Hawkins is... Cursed? They're not way off.”

Dustin turned to Eddie as he pried Eddie’s hands away and made eye contact with him.

“There’s another world beneath Hawkins. Sometimes it bleeds into ours.”

Eddie looked at him suspiciously, “like- ghosts and shit? Really?”

“There are things worse than ghosts.” Dustin continued, deadly serious.

— — —

Sarah Amesdon opens up the door to the trailer as she makes her way to her car. She swears she can hear a clock ticking. She scans her surroundings, but she doesn’t see anything. She decides to investigate later, she has things to do.

As she opens her car door, she hears a loud chime in her ear and she jumps back. The trailer park is gone. She’s standing on the football field, and there’s smoke trailing out from underneath the bleachers. She looks down and notices she’s wearing something else.

She’s wearing the dress. The one she can’t look at anymore. The one she’s almost burned more times than she can count. She has her brown leather bookbag slung across her shoulder, and she can see the crisp paper of the note she found in her locker tucked into her bag.

She feels frozen. Fear fills her lungs and tears fill her eyes. Not today. Not this day. How did she get here? She should be in her car, on her way to meet with Stephen.

He finally asked her out. She’d been starting to lose hope, but he finally did. After weeks of flirting, of sneaking glances only to catch the others eye, of stupid jokes only she’d laugh at.

Then she was gonna head to the game, cheering on Stephen as he played for the tigers. She was no cheerleader, but she’ll try her best. If they lost, they’d head to Mandy’s Diner. She knew exactly what she was going to order. She’s a regular there, and she knows the menu like the back of her hand. She’s going to get a strawberry milkshake, and some fries. She’ll be too nervous to eat a meal, but salt always makes her feel less nauseous. If they win, they’ll head to Benny’s for the afterparty. She’ll make some bad decisions and have fun. Finally relax after a stressful few weeks.

She shouldn’t be here. She turns around and runs towards the doors that lead to the gym. She pushes them open only to step right under the bleachers.

No. No, no, no.

“Hey, baby.” Johnny calls from where he’s leaned against the pole that holds the seats up. Dropping his cigarette to the ground and stamping it out with his foot. “You lookin’ for me?”

“No. Get- get away from me. We’re over. I told you we’re over weeks ago. What- what’s happening ?”

“Oh, come on now sweetheart,” he chuckles, stepping forward. She steps backward, keeping them equal distance apart until she feels cold metal press against her back. “You know you want it.”

“No! Stop! Get off of me !” She shoves him away and runs back to the school. She takes the door that leads to the cafeteria. To her relief, it opens to the cafeteria.

The students stop eating, and the all turn to look at her.

“ Slut! ”

“ You looking for some? Heard you and Johnny had a good time.”

“Should’ve come to me. Could’ve given you a much better experience.”

“Whore!”

“Was it good? I heard Johnny’s a great time.”

She covers her ears with her hands and sinks to the ground. Heaving breaths and tasting the salty tears that drip into her mouth.

“Stop it! Stop it, just stop it!” She sobs out. “Go away!”

She looks up as she hears the doors open behind her. She slowly turns around, an unnatural dread filling the marrow of her bones. Feels her lungs empty in a cold exhale as air around her chills to arctic temperatures.

“ Sarah .” A voice resonates from behind her, deep and echoing.

She turns around to find some- some- some monster walking towards her. Slowly but confidently striding in her direction.

She books it to the other end of the cafeteria, the ones with the doors to the hallway. She doesn’t know what that is, but she knows it isn’t good.

She rips open the hallway doors to find wooden slats in their place. She bangs on them, screaming for help.

— — —

“These monsters, from this other world.”

— — —

“No. No, no. God, no. Please. Help me! Somebody! Somebody help me!” Sarah wails, fingers wrapped around the gaps in the wood panels shaking them. Praying she can tear them off.

— — —

“We thought they were gone. But-”

— — —

“ Sarah .” It says again. She whips around to face it, trembling and sobbing where she’s pressing up against the panels. A last ditch effort to get her as far away from this thing as possible.

“ Don’t cry, Sarah. It is time. Time for your suffering to end. ”

— — —

“But they’ve come back before. If they’re back again, we need to know.” Dustin finishes

“That night,” Robin says, not releasing Steve from her vice-like grip, “did you see anything? Dark particles, maybe? It would almost look like dust, swirling dust.”

“No, man, there was nothing you could see or, uh... Or touch,” Eddie says, staring into the middle distance “You know, I tried to wake him, man. He wouldn’t move. It was like he... he was under a spell. A curse.”

“Vecna's curse.” Dustin breathes.

— — —

Crack. Crack. Crack!

— — —

“Who’s Vecna?” Steve asks. A confused look from Max and Robin echos the question.

“An undead being of great power.” Dustin replies, he looks troubled. It’s not a reassuring answer.

“A spell caster.” Eddie adds.

“A dark wizard.”

— — —

Behind a trailer, in a park full of people, nobody sees 17 year old Sarah Amesdon’s bones snap, one by one.

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wisdomssdaughterr · 1 year

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PROJECT SUNSHINE CHAPTER EIGHTEEN → NO MIRACLES

summary: steve harrington x oc

when another product of Hawkins National Laboratory escaped a long-survived nightmare alongside her sister, she crashed into one unsuspecting teenage boy and dragged him deeper into the dark mysteries that made up their hometown.

word count: 5.9k

warnings: cannon typical violence, child abuse, horror, gore, and depictions of mental illness. parts of this story were written pre-season 4 release. cannon divergence.

notes: we’re back for season 2! thank you for all the love for this story <3 also! yes, the face claim for sunshine is jessie mei li aka alina starkov - who is who sunshine is largely inspired by. she is the love of my life, okay? and we’re introducing more ocs which I am so excited about. tamera & and calum are like if mulder and scully from the x-files were a little more silly and a lot more empty in the head. again, thank you for reading and feedback is always appreciated!

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“This whole town is upside down, man. I mean, what the hell is the matter with everyone?”

A teenage girl’s attention was pulled away from the book she’d been reading as she manned the front desk of Hawkins Public Library and was forced onto her best friend. Tamera Willow sighed and closed her book, knowing she’d get no more reading done as long as he was there.

The disgruntled boy shuffled his way over to the desk and dramatically slapped his hands down on the wooden countertop.

“What’re you talking about?” Tamera asked, already knowing the answer but she knew it was better to ask when it came to Calum Miller and his mind that moved a million miles a minute.

“I just don’t get it,” he groaned. “How everyone is so unphased, sitting around like everything is totally normal now. They’re acting like a year ago the weirdest shit didn’t happen here. It’s bullshit.”

Calum had been Tamera’s best friend since she could toddle on her two feet; she knew him better than he knew himself, most of the time.

Standing in front of her, Calum’s cheeks were flushed from the late October air, and he shivered slightly because the only jacket he’d worn was too thin and stolen from his father’s closet. Calum’s blond hair was a little overgrown from how he usually kept it, even though his mother was a hairdresser and would cut it for free anytime he liked.

Tamera shrugged her shoulders. She knew that no matter what she said, none of it would get through his thick skull. The two had been trapped in the same roundabout conversation for nearly a year; it ended the same way every time.

“You gotta let this go, dude.”

Calum scoffed, offended. “Seriously?” There was a twist of anger on his face, but she knew it wasn’t directed at her. “There are still two people missing and no one gives two shits about them. The only thing they care about is the two kids who came back from the dead.”

“Hey,” Tamera snapped, darting her eyes toward a table near the back of the library where three teens sat. “Keep your voice down, will ‘ya? She’s literally right over there.”

Calum followed Tamera’s line of sight and spotted Danielle Torres, otherwise known as the girl who, after ten years, returned home somehow.

Tamera continued, “I know this whole thing with your dad is hard, I do, but your mom said he just walked out.” Calum shook his head as his anger morphed his something more childish and sadder. She reached out and squeezed his arm lightly, “Sometimes dads leave, and it sucks. It really, really sucks. It wasn’t fair, and he shouldn’t have left like that, without any kind of heads-up. But you can’t blame that on those kids who came back. They are some kind of…I don’t know, a miracle. That’s what everyone’s been saying, anyway. You can’t hold that against them, though, it’s not fair either.”

She tried, she really did, but Calum was too stubborn.

“No, my mom’s wrong. He didn’t just leave.” Tamera let her hand fall from his arm and let out an exasperated sigh. “Come on, Mara, don’t you think it’s too big of a coincidence that my dad just so happened to up and leave the very same week that both Will and Barbara go missing and Danielle magically returns?”

He didn’t believe in coincidences, Tamera had come to learn. Everything had meaning to him, which was fine in some regards, but more often than not it drove her up the wall.

“He didn’t say goodbye. He would have said goodbye if he was leaving my mom; I know he would have. My parents weren’t fighting. There was no reason for him to leave like that. He is missing, I know it. I know he’s missing, just like Barbara Holland. And I-I don’t know how, but it has to have something to do with everything shady that went on last fall.”

He had no proof, of course. He only had his list of coincidences that somehow included Will Byers and Danielle Torres, and that branched out to include everyone in connection to them. The entire Byers family, the Torres family, Steve Harrington, and Nancy Wheeler were just a few people he had listed in some notebook in which he documented every hunch he had about what happened to his father. It all was based on a feeling and a childish hope for a bigger mystery at play.

“Miracles don’t happen in Hawkins,” Calum said. “Have you seen this place? It’s not right. There is something wrong here, I’m telling you.”

Blowing air from her rounded cheeks, Tamera muttered, “You are quite the optimist today, aren’t you.” He didn’t even crack a smile at her snide remark. “I need you to get real for a second. You have zero evidence. You can’t just accuse people of shit.”

His expression shifted again and he gazed at her almost challengingly before digging around inside his backpack and pulling out his notebook. “Actually, I’ll have you know, I do have evidence of this shit. This,” he pointed to a page with messily sprawled information that looked borderline like the utterings of a madman. “This is a timeline of everything weird that’s happened in Hawkins, and it starts with Danielle’s disappearance in ‘73. Then, there’s hardly anything out of the ordinary for a couple of years until this woman, Terry Ives, claims her daughter was stolen before she was declared off her rocker. Danielle's case goes cold, and so do the claims of Terry. Danielle is presumed dead and apparently, Terry’s child died at birth. Then, there’s nothing out of the ordinary until last year, when Will seemingly vanishes in an eerily similar way to Danielle gone without a trace. They pull a body from a lake and assume it’s Will’s, only to realize it was some out-of-towner that no one could identify, and Will reappears with Danielle like nothing ever happened.”

Tamera resisted the urge to roll her eyes. “Will didn’t vanish into thin air, he got lost in the woods.” That was how the story went, printed in every newspaper in town, and was the topic of discussion for weeks after he was found last November. Things had finally started to calm down around Will and Danielle, a whole year later, but gossip in Hawkins never stopped completely. Calum wasn’t helping put any rumors to rest for the kids' sake.

“Please, there were search parties out in those woods for a day, and you’re telling me not a single person saw Will roaming around? He’s like, what, twelve? And he’s lived here his entire life. I don’t believe he simply got lost in the woods for a whole week. There’s no way.”

“I don’t know, the woods are pretty massive. If he was hurt or something, he couldn’t wander around and find his way out. Like, what if he had hit his head? Or maybe the search party was bad at their job. Either way, it was just a shitty situation with a happy ending. Can’t we leave it at that?”

He couldn’t, of course. Tamera’s efforts were fruitless, but she tried nonetheless.

“No way, I don’t think Will was in the woods at all. What if he ended up wherever Danielle was? I mean, that would explain how they came home at the same time,” Calum said.

“And where is that place, exactly?”

“I don’t know.” Tamera rolled her eyes, unable to contain her annoyance at his persistence. He refused to let go of its outlandish theories.

She felt for him; she did. She knew what it was like to have a shitty father, it was commonplace in Hawkins.

Calum continued, “You have to admit that it makes more sense if they happened to end up in the same place. Both of them returned home the same week; that is way too freaky to be some coincidence. And what about the body they pulled from the quarry? Don’t you think it’s weird that Will’s family didn’t realize the body wasn’t Will’s? They held a funeral for him and everything, only for it to be some random kid who isn’t even from Hawkins. Mind you, the kid’s name was never released to the public. Why? It’s too weird, Mara. There has to be something bigger going on.”

Rubbing her temples with the pads of her fingers, Tamera tried to will her headache away.

She had never been the biggest fan of Calum’s father, Ryan Miller. He was a stout man with a strange temper. He had never said anything to Tamera that would’ve made her dislike him, but there was something off about him that she couldn’t put her finger on.

When Calim first told her that his father was missing, she dropped everything to help him figure out what happened. When a week passed with no sign of him, Calum tried to get his mother to file a missing persons report, but Shannon Miller insisted that her husband had walked out on her and she didn’t have the heart to tell Calum right away.

Despite that simple explanation, Calum was deadset on the idea that his father was missing. Will and Barbara’s case only caused him to fall further down the rabbit hole.

Then, Will returned home, and so did Danielle. Calum spiraled and started to string together baseless theories that somehow his father’s disappearance had some connection to Will, Danielle, and their families and friends. He believed they were hiding something. Tamera believed he was crazy.

“Look,” she started, as gently as she could muster. “The things that happened last year were weird, I’ll give you that. But the chief has told you a million times that everything that happened can be easily explained-”

“He’s in on it too!”

Tamera groaned loudly. “Shut up and let me finish!” As much as it pained him, he pressed his lips together and silenced himself. “Danielle was kidnapped, okay? And yeah, it’s a super weird coincidence that she came back home the same week Will was found, Barbara ran away, and your dad left, but that is all it is a coincidence. Will was lost in the woods and some other kid fell into the quarry. His body was probably all kinds of fucked up, and that’s why his family couldn’t tell the difference between the two. Like I said, Barbara didn’t even go missing, she ran away from this shithole town and her parents are in denial. And your dad walked out on you and your mom.

“You are making up this elaborate conspiracy to make it all make sense. But you’re wasting your time. If you keep looking into this you’re going to get in trouble, okay? So just give it a rest.”

For a moment, Tamera thought she talked about sense into him, but his gaze shifted back onto the back table of the library where Nancy Wheeler and her boyfriend, Steve Harrington, stood up from their seats and disappeared into one of the study rooms. Danielle was alone, and there was a glint in Calum’s eyes.

“Maybe you’re right; maybe not. There’s only one way to find out.” And with that, he made a bee-line for Danielle Torres.

Muttering a string of curse words under her breath, Tamera chased him through the library, which earned her a couple of looks of disapproval from the group of elderly ladies in the middle of their weekly book club. She shot them a quick apologetic smile as she tried to catch Calum’s arm before he reached Danielle’s table. She did not want to watch him interrogate the very sweet girl that Tamera had gotten to know from her frequent trips to the library.

With a clumsy thud, Calum knocked against the table and startled the raven-haired girl, who had been engrossed in a series of notes spread out across the table.

“Sorry,” Calum recovered quickly and regained his composer, readying himself to play out his strange true-crime fantasy. He casually slid into the empty seat beside a very confused-looking Danielle and held out a hand for her to shake. “I’m Calum Miller.”

Hesitantly, Danielle shook his hand. “Um, hi?”

“You’re Danielle Torres, right?”

Tamera wanted to slap him upside the head, but instead, she said, “My friend here wanted to introduce himself, but it looks like you’re busy and we don’t want to bother you. Right, Cal?”

He ignored her and kept his focus on Danielle like he was some seasoned detective trying to uncover the “truth” by counting the faded freckles on Danielle’s cheeks. He wasn’t a detective, though, he was a teenage boy with an overactive imagination and no filter.

“It’s okay,” Danielle said, her voice soft. “It’s nice to meet you.” Her smile was soft too and the kind of pretty that caused Tamera to look anywhere but her face.

“What are you working on?” Calum asked, trying to act as causal as possible.

Of course, Danielle couldn’t see past his bullshit, that was a skill Tamera had learned over the years of being joined at the hip with Calum.

“Math. I’m, uh, trying to catch up.” Danielle spoke in a slow and careful way, as opposed to how Calum or even Tamera spoke, without thinking much about their words or how they sounded.

“Catch up? Wait, do you go to school?” His question was blunt and it caused a slight blush to creep up Danielle’s neck, like she was embarrassed.

“No. Not yet,” she replied simply.

Tamera hadn’t given much thought to what the process was of returning after ten years of being MIA. Danielle had ten years' worth of, well, everything to catch up on. Tamera couldn’t imagine what that was like.

An idea flickered inside Calum’s eyes. “Well, you know, Mara here is a little literary genius, the kind that reads Shakespeare for fun. And not to brag, but I’m a total math wiz. We’re like the best tutoring package deal there is in Hawkins. We could totally help you out, free of charge.”

His offer took both Tamera and Danielle by surprise. The latter furrowed her brows in thought before a less forced smile tugged on her lips.

Tamera, on the other hand, was trying to strangle her best friend with her mind.

It wasn’t that Tamera didn’t want to help Danielle, but she didn’t want that to be a front for getting the girl to spill her guts to them. Nearly everyone in Hawkins was dying to know the horrible, juicy details of Danielle’s ten years spend god only knew where, but Tamera was no one of those people. The idea that her hometown wasn’t as safe as she believe it to be left an awful taste in her mouth. The less she knew, the better. Unlike Calum, she was okay with being left in the dark.

“Really?” Danielle asked.

Calum nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, totally! Right, Mara?”

Reluctantly, Tamera nodded, even though she was very much against the idea.

Calum ripped a corner of paper off his notebook and stole one of the pens that were left on the tabletop before he wrote down his number and handed it to Danielle. “Just give me a call, and we can set it up.”

“Thank you,” Danielle said.

A new, yet familiar voice suddenly joined in on their conversation, which caused Tamera to tense suddenly.

“Miller? What’re you doing?”

Tamera grabbed a hold of Calum’s jacket sleeve and pulled him to his feet, trying to make a quick getaway, but Steve Harrington had arrived at the table before they could.

It was safe to say that Tamera disliked the washed-up jock, who had somehow fallen down the high school food chain. Since he started dating Hawkins princess, Nancy Wheeler, he’d become less of a dick, but Tamera did not believe that people changed that easily, especially just because of who they dated.

She and Calum were the kinds of people who Steve Harrington and his now-disbanded group of assholes shoved around; it had been that way since middle school. The two best friends had been tormented by the so-called “popular” kids of Hawkins for too long to forgive them easily. While Tamera did her best to avoid them at all costs, Calum liked to make a joke out of their interactions, like they hadn’t affected him at all.

“Ah, Harrington in all his glory!” Calum mused, hooking his arm with Tamera’s but standing firm enough that she couldn’t pull him away from the scene he was making. “Funny seeing you here. I didn’t think you knew where the library was.”

Steve made a face but before he could say anything, Tamera said, “Okay, come on. Let’s go.” She tugged on his arm, hard, and got him to move. She sent Danielle an apologetic smile and quickly bid her goodbye.

“Call me!” Calum shouted, earning a few glares from the other attendees of the library. He made a phone with his hand, extending his thumb and pinky, and held it against his ear as he was dragged away by Tamera back up to the front desk that she was supposed to be manning.

Once they were out of an earshot, she unhooked their arms and slapped Calum's shoulder.

“Ow!” he groaned, pulling his lips into a pout. “What the hell was that for?”

“What was that for? What the hell are you doing?”

“An opportunity fell into our lap. I took it,” he replied like it made total sense.

Throwing her hands up in the air in frustration, she said, “No! I’m not going to help you fish answers of a girl who is trying to live a normal life. Clearly, she wants to move on from whatever happened, and you trying to con her into telling you where she’s been for the last years for the nearly impossible chance that it’s connected to your father, is so fucked up, dude!”

His head was clouded and his vision was so laser-focused on finding his father, he didn’t see the issue with his plan. “It’s not conning if she just happens to tell us during one of our tutoring sessions. It’s friends sharing secrets. It’s foolproof and a win-win for everyone. She gets our help and we get some answers.” Tamera held her glare as he persisted. “It’s not wrong if we happen to befriend her and she happens to tell us what we want to know.”

If she weren’t in her place of employment and inside a library, she would have screamed. Instead, their fight continued in a hushed tone. “Befriending someone to get something out of them is wrong.” She felt like she was trying to explain something simple to a child who wasn’t listening. “You need to let this go before it bites you in the ass, and then bites me in the ass because there is no way you are torturing her alone.”

That was the thing about having a best friend; no matter what stupid or avoidable situation they find themselves in, if you couldn’t talk them out of it, you joined them. That was the rule between Tamera and Calum. They were a team, no matter how irritating the other’s plan was. If they won, they did it together, and if they screw up spectacularly, they did that together too.

“As I said, if she comes clean and there’s no connection to my dad, I’ll drop it for good. But if there is, then I deserve to know.”

Tamera pinched the bridge of her nose and tried to look at their situation from his perspective. He was too full of emotions, and he didn’t want to believe that his father left him without a warning.

It was a shitty situation, she understood why he was upset, but Calum had an overactive imagination. He looked at stars and believe they were UFOs. He heard something rustle in the woods and told everyone Big Foot was in Hawkins. There was never a reasonable, logical explanation for anything inside his head. To Calum, everything was so much bigger and confusing.

“Okay,” Tamera started. “Let’s say, hypothetically, there was a connection between your dad leaving and what happened to Danielle and maybe even Will. Let’s say you figure it out or she tells you the truth, then what?”

“Then I find my dad, obviously.”

Tamera sighed. “What if you can’t though? What if you learn the hypothetical truth but still can’t find him? Then what?”

He seemed to consider her words for a moment and cast his eyes downwards toward the sleeve of his jacket that was ripped, rubbing his finger over the bear threads.

Calum Miller was stubborn to a fault, and while that was one of the things she loved about him, it drove her crazy too.

“I know my dad,” he said after a beat. “I know he wouldn’t have left without at least some kind of goodbye and a reason why. When I find him, I’ll bring him back home, and I’ll do that with or without you. But, you know, without you will probably take me a lot longer. We’re kind of a package deal, Mara.”

Her lips tugged upward in an unwilling smile, the kind you get before you agree to do something stupid with your best friend just because you love them that much.

With her, they’d evade serious trouble; she was his impulse control and the last thing she wanted was for him to do something stupid alone and get hurt. She could do damage control and hopefully spare Danielle Torres too much trouble if she tagged along with Calum’s insane scheme.

“Fine,” she sighed, giving up arguing any further. “I’m in.”

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“Did Miller just hit on you?” Sunshine glanced up from the phone number scribbled on a piece of paper and watched Steve slide into the seat across the table.

She tilted her head to the side slightly, furrowing her brows. “He didn’t…hit me?”

A small laugh came from Steve as he shook his head. “No, no, no. Hit on you. Like, you know, flirt?” She looked at him oddly, prompting him to explain further. “He gave you his phone number, that’s usually how people flirt with each other.”

There were a lot of things that Sunshine was learning around the world she had re-entered, a whole ten years' worth of “normal” things she was trying to understand. Socializing was what she found the most difficult. There were a lot of phrases or cues that flew over her head. She often found herself confused in most conversations she had with people outside of her family, a group of middle schoolers, and the trio of monster hunters.

Almost one year to the date, Sunshine had been home. Yet, she still felt too far behind where she thought she would be. One year’s worth of being home and being the hottest topic of conversation in Hawkins, and she was still trying to wrap her head around it all.

Some people called her a miracle, but that word didn’t feel right. A miracle sounded easy like she had magically reappeared at her parents’ doorstep and everything that happened before that moment vanished, and she was back to being just Danielle Torres, not Seven or Sunshine. Her parents, nor the people of Hawkins had any clue of what she endured to get to that doorstep in the first place. They had no idea of who and what was lost along the way.

She underestimated how difficult it would be to come back and pretend like everything was back to the way it should have been all along.

“Oh, no,” she said. “He and Tamera said they’d help me with all of this.” Sunshine gestured to the messy table of notes and books.

She had almost underestimated how difficult it was to learn ten years' worth of schooling. Her parents and herself agreed that sending her to school in the fall wasn’t a good idea. She had missed too much to be tossed into the jaws of high school with very little proper education under her belt. Instead, her parents and Nancy had been helping her play catch up.

Some of it was easier than other parts. She had learned to read but her handwriting was nearly eligible. Math was torture and history was confusing, but the thing that Sunshine struggled the most with was understanding that it was okay to make mistakes, to mess up, and to not understand things quickly.

It was fear instilled deep in her bones from her time in the Lab. There was a persistent voice in the back of her head that told her if she messed up if she didn’t understand the work, she’d be punished for it. That caused her to grow irritable and frustrated easier.

Sunshine tried her best not to let that show in front of Nancy, Steve, or her parents, but the idea of failing made her sick to her stomach.

“You’re not gonna ditch Nance and me for them now, are you Sunshine?” Steve asked.

“Never,” she replied. Her eyes drifted onto the empty seat beside Steve. “Where did Nancy go?”

Nancy had left their table to fetch another book, but after a couple of minutes, Steve went to see if she needed help looking for it. The two disappeared, and that was when Tamera and her friend Calum showed up.

Steve returned, but Nancy had not.

Running a hand through his hair, which told Sunshine something was bothering him, and sighed. “She forgot that she promised her mom she’d stop by the store before dinner, so she left.”

He was lying, that much Sunshine knew.

She may have not been great at having conversations, but she could read people fairly well. That skill was acquired one from the Lab. Ivy said the best thing they could do was know when they were being lied to.

He lowered his voice, so as to not attract any attention from their fellow library go-ers, and said, “It’s Barb. She…She really misses her. We went to the Hollands for dinner the other night and they told us about the private investigator they hired to look for Barb.”

They’d never find her; no one would ever know what truly happened to Barbra Holland.

“Oh,” Sunshine said softly. Nancy took Barb’s death hard, as one would expect. She lost a best friend, and she couldn’t tell anyone the truth about what happened, she couldn’t talk about it.

“It’s hard for them, obviously. Will came back, and so did you. I guess they still have hope that she will too. Nancy wants to tell Barb’s parents the truth, but she can’t.” Steve leaned back in his seat, slumped and a little defeated in his posture. “The whole thing sucks, but I’m trying to keep her mind off it. I don’t think I’m doing a great job, though.”

Sunshine’s stomach sunk into a familiar feeling; she often found herself falling into fits of sadness more often as fall rolled across Hawkins. The ache of the memories of what went down almost a year ago crawled to the forefront of her mind and tried to drag her down into a void of depression she wasn’t sure she’d be able to find her way out of. The feeling, the sadness made her feel ungrateful, but she couldn’t fight it off.

Steve reached out across the table and bumped his hand against hers, drawing her out of her spiral. He started to collect the notes and books from the tabletop and shove them in his backpack.

“Come on, let’s call it a day. I don’t think my brain can handle another equation.” Sunshine nodded and gathered her things before she slung her backpack over her shoulders.

Steve did the same and said he’d walk Sunshine home.

The cool air flushed the pair’s cheeks as they walked side by side down the empty sidewalks of downtown Hawkins. Her home was only a couple blocks from the library, resting one street over from the downtown strip.

Sunshine took in the decorations that hung from storefronts as everyone prepared for Halloween, which was the last holiday she had yet to celebrate for what she considered the first time. According to Mike, Dustin, Lucas, and Will, it was the best holiday of the entire year. They explained that it was one day when you dressed up as anyone you wanted and collected pillowcases full of candy from people around town. She was sure how fun that sounded, but she did enjoy the carved pumpkins that lined porches and fake skeletons in front yards; it made the fall month feel more lively as everything around them started to wither and die for the season.

“Hey,” Steve said, breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen between them. “Do you have any plans for Halloween?”

“The boys invited me to go trick-or-treating with them.” The boys, the Party, made a habit of including Sunshine in their various adventures. Sometimes she’d sit in on their Dungeons and Dragons games before Nancy pulled her away to eat leftover pizza and talk in Nancy’s bedroom. Sunshine entertained them when they all rode their bikes to her mother’s flower shop before their weekly trips to the arcade.

The boys were sweet and they wanted to make her feel like she was a part of the Party, but it was a bit odd to hang out with middle school boys all of the time, no matter how much she adored them.

“Well, while that sounds like a blast,” he said sarcastically. “You should go to a real Halloween party.”

“I don’t know…” Sunshine trailed off.

The idea sounded fun, in theory, but she hadn’t talked to many kids her age outside of Steve, Nancy, Jonathan, and occasionally Tamera. She wasn’t sure she was ready for a high school party, and Hopper advised her to be cautious because Hawkins still wasn’t the safest place in the world for her to be.

“Come on. You go to at least one high school party in your life. Besides, Nance and I will be there with you the whole time. We don’t even have to stay if you end up hating it.”

There was something about the science glint in Steve’s eyes that made Sunshine want to say yes. That, and she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t thought about all of the normal high school experiences she had missed out on.

“Maybe,” she settled on as they turned into her driveway. “I’ll just have to ask-”

“Mrs. Torres!” Steve finished her thought as her mother stepped out onto the front porch to greet them.

“You guys are just in time! Cookies are fresh out of the oven,” Mary-Jane said, smiling. She wore a dishrag over her shoulder and flour smeared across her cheek. An apron was tied around her waist, and pieces of dark brown hair fell from her ponytail into her face.

Baking wasn’t a hobby Mary-Jane was great at, but she had become determined to learn not long after Sunshine returned home.

Wiping her hands off her apron, Mary-Jane said, “Steve, sweetheart, would you like to stay for dinner?”

With a charming smile, Steve politely shook his head. “I’d love to, but my folks are leaving first thing in the morning tomorrow and my mom wants me home.”

“In that case, I’ll grab you a plate of cookies to take back with you. Stay right there.” Sunshine’s mother disappeared back into the house, leaving the two teens on the porch.

“Your parents are leaving again?”

Sunshine had yet to meet Steve’s parents. Wherever they were in town, he spent most of his time avoiding his house and lingered at the Wheeler’s house or Sunshine’s.

However, from what she had gathered, they were hardly home at all; Steve was often by himself. It didn’t seem to bother him, but it did Sunshine.

“Yeah, which is fine by me,” Steve said with a shrug of carelessness that felt odd. She remained quiet, and watched him closely, which caused Steve to sigh. “I can take care of myself, Sunshine. Don’t worry about me, worry about trying to figure out a way to convince your parents to let you come to Tina’s Halloween party, all right? If you can’t…” he peered through the small crack in the front door before he whispered, “I can always help you sneak out.”

While Steve made sure that the coast was clear of Mary-Jane, he missed the footsteps of Walter Torres coming up the front porch after his evening walk with their dog, Blue.

Sunshine’s father cleared his throat before saying, “Offering to sneak my daughter out of my house, are we, Harrington?”

Steve’s eyes became comically wide as he spun around to come face-to-face with Walter. “O-Oh, no. No, sir. I was just, uh, you know-” Steve stumbled through his words until the older man cut him off with a small chuckle.

“Son, relax. I’m pulling your leg.” He patted Steve’s shoulder with his one free hand that wasn’t holding onto Blue’s leash. “Though, I would appreciate you not sneaking Ellie out of the house. If you two want to go somewhere, just ask.”

Sunshine and her father shared more features in common than Sunshine and her mother. They both had almond-shaped eyes, jet-black hair, and rounder cheeks. Though, Sunshine did have her mother’s constellation of freckles across her nose and over her cheeks.

“I’ll be with her the whole time, sir, and so will Nancy,” Steve said, his cheeks still burning red.

“Steve, call me Walter, please. Sir makes me feel older than I already am.” Walter turned to his daughter and said, “How about we talk about it over dinner?”

Sunshine nodded just as Mary-Jane returned with a plate full of cookies. “Here,” she handed it off to Steve. “Now, you tell your mother I said hello, okay?”

“Thank you. I will.” He glanced at Sunshine. “And I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”

“Yeah, tomorrow,” she said with a small smile.

“Goodnight Sunshine.”

With that, he made his way down the driveway and disappeared from the Torres’s sight just as the sky started to turn a pretty mix of orange and purple. The sunsets in Indiana had yet failed to amaze her.

Mary-Jane leaned her hip against the doorframe and let the autumn air seep into their warm home. “He’s a good kid,” she said, her tone somewhat surprised.

“Yeah,” Walter agreed. “Good thing he doesn’t take after his father.”

His wife swatted his shoulder lightly. “Oh, hush.”

Bending to the ground, Mary-Jane picked up Blue and snuggled the old dog in her arms. “Come on all of you. The cookies are still hot.”

Her parents wandered back inside, but Sunshine lingered on the porch for a moment longer, watching the sun sink lower in the sky and listening to the wind blow through the leaves. Goosebumps appeared on her arms, even though they were shielded by the same coat Steve had given her last fall the morning after she crash-landed at his home.

Mary-Jane and Walter had bought her more than enough clothes after she returned home, but there was something comforting about that jacket that she preferred to her other ones.

A harsher gust blew across the yard and caused the hairs on the back of her neck to stand on end, causing her to slip back inside and join her parents in the kitchen for fresh cookies before dinner.

When she let the door close, she ignored the cracks that had begun to break loose across Hawkins. The town began to splinter all over again, and there was no telling how deep the fault lines ran.

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panickinganakin · 11 months

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stepping stones to hell ch. 11

hello!! all previous chapters can be found here! also if you’re interested you can find it on ao3, i typically post there a bit before i can update on here.

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The next few days passed in a blur. They had played more kickass shows and this tour was honestly one of the most fun they had ever done. As the second week was coming to a close Robin realized she was sad there was only a week left. However, on the opposite side of that, she was excited to go home and see Nancy.

Just like the week before the two had talked nearly every day on the phone with the exception of Monday. Nancy had a busy schedule and had to fly out for an interview. However, everyday before that they hadn’t missed an opportunity to talk to one another.

She learned so much more about Nancy. She learned her favorite flower was a pink orchid. Nancy had also mentioned that if she had to choose her very last meal it would be her mom’s twice baked potatoes and Salisbury steak but chicken cordon bleu was a close second.

There had even been a night where the band got to stay in a motel. That night Robin and Nancy had stayed on the phone until Nancy fell asleep. So Robin also learned how Nancy sounded as she fell into a deep sleep.

Robin had laid there for a while, phone pressed to her ear, listening to Nancy sleep before she finally hung up the phone and went to sleep herself.

It was finally Tuesday which meant they would have another day off tomorrow. Robin loved Nashville so playing a show in Franklin meant they were so close. She had already planned to make a trip out tomorrow and search all the local shops.

“Bubs,” Gareth called from behind Robin. She turned to see him holding up a cropped Dio shirt, her gray cargo shorts and a pair of fishnet gloves. “Eddie said wear this.”

“Why?” she sat down her eyeliner and stood up. She crossed the dressing room to take the articles of clothing from Gareth who gave a shrug in return.

“I don’t know. He said wear it. Something about how he dresses us better than we dress ourselves.” He added an eye roll for dramatic effect.

“Well, what are you wearing?” She looked over at his usual ripped jeans and Ozzy shirt.

“Me? This.”

“How come you can dress yourself?” she asked in an almost offended tone.

“Because I only spend a handful of songs out on stage.” He smiled before walking backwards toward the door.

Robin flipped her middle finger up and Gareth exited with a laugh. She waited for the door to close before she started to change into her new outfit. It was true, of course. Everything Eddie put them in was always their best looks. But, still. She at least had to pretend to be irritated because she would never admit to Eddie he was right. His ego was already big enough.

After she was in her newly assigned outfit, she finished the eyeliner she had been in the middle of when Gareth had come in. Digging through her make-up she found a dark red lipstick she decided to wear tonight. Usually she would opt out of dark make-up because washing her face on the bus was hard but tonight she would be in a hotel so it was the perfect opportunity to go all out.

She dug around her bag some more, pulling out some face glitter she had bought a couple months back. Eddie had shown her to dab some hair gel on her cheeks before dusting glitter on with a brush so the glitter would stay. She did as he had shown her before deciding on adding some to her chest and the exposed part of her stomach as well.

She took a few steps back, staring in the mirror. She looked really cool in her opinion. Feeling satisfied with herself she slid on her chucks before leaving the dressing room to venture to Eddie’s.

She knocked once before opening the door. Eddie was sitting in a chair and Steve was using a comb to tease parts of Eddie’s hair before spraying hair spray. “Damn, Bucks. You look badass,” Eddie grinned.

“Thank you! I thought the glitter added a nice touch.”

“Indeed,” he grinned.

Steve looked up from Eddie’s hair and smiled, “You look great.”

“Oh my god he learned to compliment you. It’s been years. This is incredible,” Eddie mused. Steve rolled his eyes and flicked Eddie’s ear who gave a dramatic yelp.

“What’s the occasion?” Robin asked, taking a seat on the floor in front of them. She motioned at her outfit then at Eddie’s more-eccentric-than-usual outfit.

Eddie bounced his leg quickly and Steve touched his shoulder, “Calm down.”

“We have guests tonight.”

“Who?”

“You’ll see,” Eddie gave a quick smile but it fell quickly. It was hard to read his expression but she was almost sure he was nervous.

She watched him wring his hands before he started to twist his rings. “Why are you nervous?” she finally asked.

Eddie bit his lip, “Do you know who played in Nashville last night that our record label invited to come to the show?”

“Who?” Robin raised an eyebrow, a little more confused now. The guest was an artist?

It wasn’t unusual for musicians to show up with VIP and watch side stage. In fact, they had met a lot of people in the industry because of their shows. However, Robin had never seen Eddie so nervous to meet someone.

“Metallica is going to be here. James, Jason, Kirk and Lars. All of them.”

Robin felt her jaw drop. Why did they want to see Corroded Coffin? I mean she knew they were good but Metallica was huge. How often were they able to make time for smaller bands? I mean, it’s true, Corroded Coffin was on the cusp of pretty heavy fame. A whole sold out tour? 5,000 people every night? That wasn’t small.

Robin just stared at Eddie, blinking. “W-what? Why would you tell me that? What if I fuck up?”

“Pffft, not possible. You’re practically the best drummer ever.” Steve said in a nice tone. “See. Compliment.”

Robin rolled her eyes; she knew that was not true at all. She hadn’t even been drumming for ten years of her life. She was good, she did know that. She had practiced hard to get this good in the time since she started. But, she wasn’t even close to a legend. Not to mention everyone else in the band had been playing their instruments years before she started. “I’m gonna be sick.” She announced, standing up.

“Where are you going?” Steve questioned after her.

“To find a heavy traffic sidewalk to lay on!” She shouted back as she walked through the door.

To say Robin was nervous would have been an understatement. She stood in the hall, trying to hold her hands together to keep them from shaking. Which was nearly impossible.

Down the hall she could hear a group of voices approaching, one of which was Steve’s. He was introducing people as he passed them. She knew he was with the band. They must have arrived not long ago and he was walking them down since the show was starting soon. Damn. Steve was truly cut out for the management job. He sounded so professional and calm when he motioned at Robin.

“Oh, this is Robin Buckley, our drummer.” Steve said with a huff followed by a smile. Though he sounded collected she could see his eyelid twitch when he looked at her. He was hiding his nervousness considerably well.

James held out his hand for Robin to shake followed by Jason, Lars and Kirk. “Huge fan of you guys, it’s crazy you're here,” she said, trying to make sure the tremble in her voice wasn’t noticeable.

“Likewise. We were psyched to hear you guys were playing tonight while we were still in town. We’ve been trying to catch a show for awhile,” James offered with a smile.

A while?! What the fuck did that mean? Metallica knew who they were and apparently had known for ‘a while’. What. The. Fuck. This made her chest feel slightly cold. She couldn’t blow this.

James turned to say something to Eddie who gave Robin a huge, shocked smile. Robin gave him a thumbs up before starting her walk to the curtain. She could hear the crowd chanting for the band which normally thrilled her but tonight made her feel more nervous.

“Here,” Gareth said, meeting her with a bottle of water. He glanced at the rest of the band in disbelief where they stood conversing with Metallica. “Can you believe this shit?”

“No!” Robin said quickly in a whisper. “Like, what the fuck? Right? It doesn’t seem real. Them? Us? A while? What the fuck?” she whispered.

“Dude, I know! I thought Eddie was lying. I almost shit a brick when I walked out and seen Lars fucking Ulrich standing two feet away from me.”

Robin felt better knowing she wasn’t the only one shocked. She sighed and grabbed Gareth’s shoulder. “Tell me I can do this.”

“Are you kidding?” He placed both hands on her shoulders and shook her easily. “You’ve got this shit! You’re gonna go out there and blow their minds.” He ruffled her hair slightly before a crew member of the venue called for thirty seconds.

She bounced on her toes anxiously, waiting for the cue to go. It didn’t take long before she, Lance and Jeff crossed the stage with Eddie a few seconds behind. The room erupted in cheers.

She took her seat, unable to see much of the room from the lights spilling over the stage and moving quickly. She waited for Jeff to start, followed by Lance before taking her sticks and bringing them down, falling into her usual rhythm.

Fog flowed over the stage from the machines set up at both ends of the stage. The lights changed to red as Eddie stepped up to the microphone and started to sing.

Robin was trying hard to focus on her breathing as well as keeping her time. You do this multiple nights a week, you’re fine.

They’re normal people just like you, Eddie, Lance, Gareth and Jeff.

She pushed her foot against the kick pedal and blew out a breath.

The first song came to an end and they immediately fell into the second song. She felt herself becoming less nervous as the song finished. She rested her arms in her lap for a second after adjusting her in-ear monitors. Eddie always talked for a minute between the second and third song.

Gareth rushed some water to her as Eddie whistled into the mic. “Franklin Tennessee, holy shit. You guys have really packed the house tonight.” He paused, giving them time to cheer. “Tonight we have some very special guests in the house. Some back here and I also see a familiar face down in the crowd.”

Robin raised an eyebrow, trying to see if she could notice whoever it was Eddie was talking about. The glare of the light shining right down on him made it impossible for her to see around. “Anyways, we just want to say thank you guys for always showing up. Did you know this leg of our tour is completely sold out?” As Eddie continued Robin pulled out one of her in-ears so she could hear just how loud the crowd actually was.

Her eyes widened. This was the best show yet. Wait until Wheeler hears about this. She thought.

Eddie finished up his speech and the band started on the next song. Robin looked around at the fans as the lights started to dim finally. She saw a woman with short wavy dark hair smiling directly at her. Robin’s heart skipped a beat.

Nancy was here.

Robin couldn’t help but smile in her direction. No one else in the crowd would have known but Nancy did. She held up a hand and gave a small wave at Robin.

Robin smiled again before stomping on the kick pedal. Seeing Nancy here seemed to make all of her anxiety about playing this show ebb away. An overwhelming feeling of confidence washed over Robin and seemed to extend right out of her hands as she continued to play.

Focusing on the show as best as she could, she only took a second to wonder why Nancy was here while she stopped for water. She met Steve at the curtain for water as Eddie took the stage with Jeff and their acoustic guitars. “What’s Nancy doing here?”

Steve smiled and shrugged, “I don’t know.” Robin raised an eyebrow and Steve raised his hands defensively, “I’ll let her explain it. But dude! You’re killing out there. And those guys,” Steve pointed his thumb in the direction of Metallica, “are eating it up. Keep it up!”

Robin waited for Eddie and Jeff to be almost to the end of the song before running back out to her platform and sitting herself on the stool. Nancy was singing along to the song but stopped to smile at Robin when she watched her return. Robin smiled, looking down at her hands, she knew everyone could see her face turning red if they were paying attention to her.

As they started the last half of their set Robin couldn’t help but to continue to steal glances at Nancy. Everytime she looked at Nancy, she was bouncing around, never missing a lyric or beat.

Damn. Tonight was wild. Metallica and Nancy had shown up, more than likely to surprise her. She couldn’t wait to tell Nancy how this really was the best show so far.

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unhingedhuman · 2 years

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Fear

Steve Harrington x Fem!Henderson O.C

Steve used to be a huge jerk, but now Roxanne Henderson is conflicted after everything that happened in the past month her and Steve have become friends, but Roxanne wants more.

WARNINGS non-con with Billy, angst involving Eddie kinda, small flash back of asshole middle schooler Steve. Violence and bodily harm.

Single mom Steve; Billy is the worst in this; possible part two; flashbacks; mutual pining; mild angst with eddie; a bit of a fluffy ending; Steve and Dustin friendship.

Word count 6636

A/N

I might rewrite this as an x reader but i wanted to try writing an oc.

Snow fell from the sky like tiny flecks of glitter reflecting the sunlight. Covering the ground like powder, slippery, cold powder but powder nonetheless. I stared out my window at the offending mush, it had been years since I had seen snow, Florida was much too hot for that. I wasn't sure what to wear in this weather so I wouldn't fall over and die. This was shit for my first day at school. I groaned flopping back onto my bed.

The door to my room flew open hitting the wall and bouncing back off it. My brother Dustin sped into the centre of my room the widest smile I had ever seen on his face.

"It's snowing" He exclaimed, launching himself onto my bed. "This is great we have snow for your first day of school"

This was not exciting, I didn't know what to do when it snowed. The look of worry on my face finally dawned on Dustin.

"You don't look happy" He said it like a question.

"I don't understand snow" I whined

"Well when tiny ice crystals in the clouds stick together it creates snowflakes and then it get heavy and falls from the sky" Dustin's tone was condescending.

"I know how if forms dumbass" I threw a teddy bear from my shelf at him "I don't know how to go out in the snow"

"Well you put on boots and a jacket and go outside" Dustin teased

"You're an asshole. Get out of my room!" I pulled Dustin off my bed and shoved him out the door so I could get dressed.

I didn't have much time before Steve arrived to drive Dustin and I to school. Steve had insisted he was taking us to school after everything that had happened with Will, Billy, the demodogs and the mind flayer back in October.

I was most worried about Billy. The gate was closed so the other things weren't a problem but Billy was.

The first time I met Billy was Tina's Halloween party and I didn't even know how or why I ended up there. It was only my second day back in Hawkins and I was still lying, telling everyone I was going back to Florida after Thanksgiving, despite the fact I knew I would probably never see my home in Jacksonville again.

Tina had approached me in Melvalds while I was buying candy, she somehow remembered me from my six month stint at Hawkins middle school. She was overly excited gushing about how I was always so pretty and I had to go to her halloween party. She shoved a neon orange flyer in my hands before leaving. I didn't want to go at first but for some reason I did. It was the worst mistake I ever made.

The smell of booze, weed, tobacco and sweat filled Tina's house as I arrived, it was overwhelming. I grabbed a drink and headed to the back patio. I was quickly stopped by Tina and the other cheerleaders from Hawkins High, so they could compliment my outfit and tell me about all the hot guys. Eventually however I made it past the girls and outside.

I sat by the pool on a sun lounger and looked up at the moonless sky staring at the little pin prick stars trying to identify constellations. My stargazing was quickly interrupted by a guy. Billy.

He stood next to me, his shirtless, sweaty body glistening in the pale light that reached over here from the house. He was only wearing jeans and a leather jacket. He had a moustache and a mullet like he was trying to emulate a man from an advertisement in a magazine. He had sunglasses over his eyes despite it being night. Even though I couldn't see his eyes I could feel them scanning my body in the outfit that was shorter and skimpier than I usually wore.

"Where have you been hiding?" He drawled

"Florida" I deadpanned hoping he would go away.

He didn't. He moved closer to me and brushed my hair from my face.

"You are the sexiest thing I have seen in Hawkins" he slurred.

He was so close I could smell the bitter booze on his breath.

"If you say so" I shifted awkwardly trying to move away from him.

He slammed his hand hard into my shoulder pushing me back down onto the sun lounger, the rough material digging into my back. He swiftly sat on top of my lap, I wanted to disappear as I felt his dick pressing against me through his pants.

"Just relax sweetheart" he slurred "I know you want this all you sluts are the same"

I was about to scream when he shoved his lips against mine, the taste of bitter beer and sweat filled my mouth. Bile rose in my throat as panic set in. I bit down on his lip.

"Feisty I like it" he smirked my attempt at hurting him had the opposite effect.

"Get off me" I raised my voice and began wriggling and trying to push him off me to no avail.

I slapped him across the face hard the impact stinging my hand as I did so.

"You shouldn't have done that" his tone was dark.

His hand wrapped around my throat cutting off the oxygen. I scratched at his arm trying to pull him off. He released his grip and began biting and sucking at my neck moving his way towards my breasts.

"Stop, please stop" I cried

I knew he wouldn't stop and the hot tears streaming down my face wouldn't do anything.

"You heard her, stop!" A voice in the darkness commanded.

"This isn't any of your business Munson"

"Billy get off her she said stop" someone pulled his arm back and yanked him off me.

"You will regret that Freak" Billy spat storming off towards the house.

I pulled my knees up to my chest and sobbed into them. This wasn't what I had wanted.

"Hey, you're okay now, he is gone" the voice that had saved me soothed.

I looked up from my knees into the warm brown eyes filled with concern looking at me. I recognised the face from my time here previously, his hair was longer and fuzzier now but his face was the same kind face that comforted me when he found me hiding behind the gym. The person who had saved me was Eddie Munson, the boy they called the freak. He had always been kind to me when I was living here and that had left an impression on me. I had considered him a friend.

"Eddie?" I sobbed

"Why is it when I see you, someone has always made you cry" he said sadly. "In middle school it was Harrington and Tommy H making you cry and now this"

Eddie had calmed me down and even ditched school the next day to watch horror movies with me in his trailer, just like we had done when I was in Hawkins middle school. I was so glad that he had been there to save me and rekindle our friendship.

If it wasn't for Eddie I don't know what would have happened to me that night. I might have ended up in a ditch on the interstate or worse alive and broken beyond repair.

The second time I encountered Billy was worse.

I was huddled in the Byers living room in the dark, scared and traumatised from everything that was happening with will being possessed, the creepy dog, lizard thing that Dustin had brought into our house had attacked us, I wanted to go back to Florida, I wanted to cry but I had to stay strong for the kids around me, Dustin, Lucas, Mike and their new friend Max. I had been left with Steve Harrington of all people at the Byer's to watch out for them in case anything happened.

Steve, Mike and the others were arguing about whether they should go and burn some vines that Mike had seen to distract the Demo-dogs, the name that Dustin had given the weird lizard dog things, while El, a young girl with crazy super powers, closed the gate that these monsters were coming through.

I wasn't fond of Steve. He had bullied me Tommy H and Steve had left me for dead in middle school so I hated that I agreed with him here.

"Look as much as I hate it, I have to agree with Steve" I spoke up from the corner where I was sat "we have to stay here, it's too dangerous and you're just kids"

Dustin gave me a pleading look, which I ignored.

"Let the others do what is needed to be done okay" I insisted.

The kids all went back to arguing, I was the first to hear the car roaring up the road towards the house. Then the others did too, we all looked at each other as the 1978 camaro parked out front of the house.

It was Billy, he was Max's brother and he was looking for her. I could see the fear in Max's face and I know she saw it in mine. Billy really was the scum of the earth.

Steve headed outside to see Billy and try to get him away.

"Am I dreaming or is that you Harrington" the voice sent shivers down my spine and made my stomach turn.

I hated him. More than I hated Steve.

"Yeah it's me don't cream your pants" Steve deadpanned.

I looked from the floor to the kids on the couch staring at the scene out the window as it unfolded. I worried it they would be seen and my worry was soon confirmed as Billy burst into the living room. He headed for Lucas first before he noticed me, I hadn't had the time to stand yet and Billy started walking towards me.

"When I'm done with her your next Sinclair" Billy threatened

He pulled me up by my hair and shoved me against the wall, his face mere inches from mine.

"Lets go straight to the good part shall we" His eyes were dark and dangerous.

Billy threw me down, my head hit the sharp corner of the coffee table as I tumbled to the floor. I could feel the hot sticky blood as it trailed down my face. Billy pinned me to the floor by my throat, I tried to gasp for air but nothing came into my lungs. I fought against him.

"Stop fighting you stupid whore" Billy punched me in the face.

I fought against the unconsciousness vaguely aware of the kids yelling at Billy as he ripped the zipper of my jeans open and some of the buttons on my blouse off. I wanted to shout to the kids to run but I couldn't.

"Finally stopped fighting, you realised you want this didn't you" he drawled "they always stop playing hard to get in the end."

"Go to hell" I slurred still fighting the unconsciousness seconds away from enveloping me.

"You heard her!" Steve yanked Billy off me right as everything went dark.

I didn't know what happened after but apparently Billy had almost killed Steve. It was Max who ultimately saved both of us, she stood up to Billy, and injected him in the neck with the syringe left over from Will. She then threatened him with Steve's bat. Before all the kids proceeded to kidnap the unconscious Steve and I in Billy's car driving us to the place where Hopper had entered the tunnels under Hawkins.

After we had been coerced into entering the tunnels by the kids and eventually somehow escaping unscathed, Dustin did a one man show of Max fighting off Billy. It was hilarious and even though it hurt to laugh I couldn't stop.

Understandably I wasn't looking forward to going to school and facing Billy, he was pure evil in my books. The sound of a horn honking out front pulled me from my worry. Shit. I wasn't even dressed yet.

"Steve's here" Dustin called.

"I'm not even ready."

"Well hurry up then." I heard the front door slammed behind Dustin.

I quickly grabbed my favourite pair of acid wash jeans, floral blouse and a teal oversized cardigan. I threw everything on quickly and hopped out the front door still putting my sneakers on. Dustin had already loaded his bike into Steve's trunk. I had taken longer than I had hoped.

"Took you long enough" Steve was standing next to the passenger seat. "I had to nearly tackle Dustin to stop him from getting in the front."

Dustin was sitting in the back seat of the sleek maroon BMW a look of defeat on his face.

"I called shotgun" he grumbled as I climbed into the car.

"Dude if you don't stop moaning you can get your own way to school." Steve chastised Dustin as he turned the engine of the car on.

The ride to school was pretty quiet, Steve dropped Dustin off first, Dustin carelessly slammed the door as he got out of the car.

"Watch the door" Steve groaned

Dustin ran back to the car and rubbed his hands all over the glass of the rear windows. Laughing as he left fingerprints on the glass.

"I'm not drive you anymore Henderson" Steve yelled out the window

"Sure you won't" Dustin called back as he headed towards the middle school.

Steve drove the short distance from Hawkins Middle to Hawkins High and parked his car towards the front of the lot. It was still early and a lot of the spaces weren't filled yet. Steve turned the car off and looked at me.

"You know Dustin has been begging me to do his hair for the Snow Ball" Steve said nonchalantly.

"Oh I know he won't shut up about it, he keeps begging me to take him to get Farrah Fawcet spray because of you"

"Hey, don't tell anyone about that, you got that" Steve held his finger up.

"My lips are sealed Farrah" I mocked, zipping my lips and locking them.

"You're a jerk" Steve laughed.

The sound of the V8 engine and metal music blaring caused me to tense up. I knew what that meant. The camaro drove behind Steve's car and parked a few spots down. I didn't realise I had stopped breathing until Steve's hand grabbed mine and squeezed.

"He won't hurt you, remember Mayfield made him promise and he has been doing well so far he hasn't hurt her since"

"I know, it's just… everytime I see him or hear his car I feel like I'm back at Tina's party or in the Byers living room again."

"I know" Steve soothed "I know"

Steve walked with me to the office so I could pick up my schedule and locker number, as we walked up I could feel all the eyes on us and everyone whispering around us. My schedule was pretty good, I had a lot of classes with Steve and only a few that weren't with him, but Steve assured me I would be fine. The best part was my locker was just across the hall from Steve's so it was easy to find.

Steve leant against the locker next to mine while I unpacked my books into it.

"See it's not too bad so far is it" Steve brushed his hand through his hair

"I guess not" I smiled as I put my last text book into the locker

"And even better your first class is with your's truly" Steve announced, closing the door for me.

"Oh god I have Math with you that sounds like Hell" I teased, turning to face Steve. There were still faint yellow bruises under is eyes but the cuts had already healed, much better than mine.

"Oh yeah, well good for you you have Math, History, Biology and English with me"

"What did I do to deserve that" I smirked.

"Obviously something truly terrible" Steve teased

I shoved him gently "you are such a asshole, Harrington" I laughed

All of my classes for the first part of the day were with Steve and after lunch I would be on my own for the last two periods. Steve could see how nervous I was as we walked towards the Cafeteria so he put his arm around my shoulder and squeezed gently.

"You're not still friends with Tommy?" I asked nervously

"God no, Tommy's an asshole. He hangs around Billy now. Go figure. We can sit with Nancy and Jonathan if you want or just us."

"Nancy and Jonathan sounds good. Jonathan was one of the few people I talked to in middle school."

"I remember."

"Then you also remember how much of an asshole you were to us" I brushed Steve's arm off my shoulder.

"Yeah emphasis on the were"

Steve and I had made our way to where Nancy and Jonathan were and I sat down next to them.

"Hey," Nancy smiled at me "first day?"

"Unfortunately"

"You causing problems already?" Jonathan asked

"Well as you two know I am avoiding Billy, because he is terrifying and I am scared of him and so far that has been going well. And besides everyone staring at me a. Because I'm new and b. Because I am being shown around by King Steve I would say no I haven't caused any problems yet"

I glanced around the Cafeteria, on the other side of the room was Eddie staring at me, his eyes weren't their usual warm bright look, they were unreadable.

The lunch hour was over quickly, although sitting with Nancy and Jonathan was good it hurt a little watching Steve pine over Nancy. I probably wouldn't sit with them tomorrow. I was kind of glad when the hour was and Steve directed me on how to get to my art class. It wasn't too hard to find and I took a seat at the back of the room and began doodling on my sketch book.

"Hey" Eddie said, coming up next to me. His voice sounded upset.

"Oh, hey Eddie" I smiled wide "I'm so glad I know someone I'm this class"

Eddie's eyebrows knitted together in confusion, he pulled the seat next to me out and sat down.

"So what you doing hanging out with King Steve" Eddie's voice was bitter, a tone I had never heard from him.

"Oh he babysat my brother and his friends a few times and offered to give me a lift for my first day." I continued sketching.

"Right" Eddie sounded skeptical.

"Why does it matter anyway" I huffed, fed up with people trying to get in my personal life.

"I just had the impression you hated Steve because he and Tommy nearly killed you, you remember that don't you?"

"Yeah well things change Eddie" I crossed my arms angrily.

Eddie was silent. His eyes hard and I could see the anger in them, it wasn't a scary anger but a confused one, a betrayed anger. But I wasn't done.

I pulled the top of my turtleneck down showing Eddie the yellowing bruises on my neck. I then lifted my newly cut fringe up and showed him the still healing cut on my forehead.

"What happened?" His face fell and his eyes softened.

"Give it a good guess, I will give you a hint, drives a camaro" I hissed

"He came after you again" Eddie's voice fell.

"It was just lucky that Steve was babysitting some of Dustin's friends and i was there watching Dustin" I lied. "Steve's face is still swollen and bruised too, he helped me Eddie. I know you don't believe me but it's true"

The rest of art class was tense, I was so happy when I saw Eddie come in and he had to ruin it.

The final class of the day was the worst. I had Chemistry with Billy. He was probably reading into that and it scared me. I sat at the back of the class next to a girl with freckles, she spent most of the class drawing on her notebook rather than paying attention to the teacher.

Throughout the class I could feel Billy staring at me, I pushed the fear down. There were too many people here for him to do anything to me.

When the final bell rang I bolted from the classroom and straight to Steve's locker. He must have seen the panic on my face because I quickly finished up flirting with the girls who's lockers were around his.

"Another time ladies" He smirked as he turned to me.

"Guess who is in my Chemistry class" I spoke quickly.

"Seriously"

"Yep, seriously. He was staring at me the whole lesson"

Steve looked over his shoulder "let's get out of here"

Steve pulled me out of the school and into his car. The boys were all going to Mike's house this afternoon so I would be left home alone.

Steve quickly peeled out of the parking lot speeding past Billy who was staring the car down.

Steve drove to my house and pulled up next to the empty drive, his shiny BMW always looked out of place in the street lined with older cars.

"You're moms not home?" Steve asked.

"No she's working tonight, you know single mom she has to make money so we can eat" I sighed. I didn't particularly feel like being home alone.

Steve was quiet, he looked like he was thinking hard about something.

"Well, I will see you at school tomorrow. You don't have to pick me up. I can catch the bus or something" I said as I got out of the car. Not wanting to be a burden.

I began walking up the drive and stopped when I heard the door of the BMW closing behind me.

"Steve?"

"I'm not leaving you here alone" Steve announced

"Why?" I was confused but also relieved.

I knew if I was alone I would feel like I was back in the Byers house or in the bus being attacked by the demodogs or any number of the traumatic things that had happened in the last month and a bit.

"I want to help you study?" Steve sounded unsure as he made up an excuse.

"Don't make me laugh Harrington but fine you can come inside."

I unlocked the door and headed inside, Steve was close behind. I dumped my booking onto the couch and headed into the kitchen.

"Do you want a coke?" I asked

"Uh sure" Steve said

I walked out of the kitchen and back into the living room where Steve was looking at all the photos of Dustin and I on our family holidays, and our school photos.

"What are you doing?" I queried

"Just looking"

"Steve you were literally in this room last week for Thanksgiving, Dustin forced you to come to when he found out your parents had left you alone again"

"I know I just didn't get a good look at these" Steve picked up a particularly embarrassing photo of Dustin and I with Mickey at Disneyland, I was crying and Dustin had just kicked Mickey in the shin "look at you and Dustin"

"Nope that is so embarrassing" I grabbed the photo out of Steve's hand and placed it back on the shelf

Steve had this stupid smirk on his face as he looked at me.

"If you don't stop looking at me like that…" I warned

"You'll what?" Steve breathed

"Kick you out"

Steve sighed and flopped onto my lounge placing his feet on my coffee table. I kicked his feet off.

"Hey" Steve exclaimed.

"No feet on the coffee table" I shrugged.

I got my homework and catch-up work out of my book bag and placed everything onto the coffee table and sunk onto the floor. Steve lounged on the couch trying and failing to help me study. He mostly just distracted me.

Eventually I gave in and sat next to Steve on the couch and put a movie on. I fell asleep at some point during the film. My head ended up in Steve's lap and then the nightmares started.

I had nightmares every night now and they were always the same.

The dark walls of the tunnels under Hawkins surrounded me, the thick black vines trapped my feet to the ground. I couldn't move. I tried to scream for help and a vine wrapped itself around my mouth, the bitter poisonous taste filling my mouth. I see movement ahead of me in the tunnel, the feeling of hope fills my chest. Someone is coming to save me. I am wrong. Very wrong. Billy saunters towards me, his eyes dark, dangerous, he has me where he wants me. Trapped. Behind him are two of the demodogs, they are following him. As Billy brushes his disgusting hand across my face the dogs pounce slamming me into the ground. Ripping my clothes off. Tearing at my skin.

I woke up screaming. The room was dark now, only the faint glow from the tv screen. My breathing was hard as I tried to ground myself back in reality. I became aware of a voice.

"Roxy… Roxanne?" Steve was panicked

Tears began to stream down my face.

"I'm sorry… sorry" I sobbed

"Hey, hey… what are you sorry for?" Steve soothed.

I sobbed as Steve pulled me against his chest and stroked my hair with his hand. Trying to calm me. Neither of us spoke as we sat there, my breathing returned to normal faster than usual, but I didn't dare move as Steve held me grounding me.

"Sorry" I mumbled into Steve's chest.

"Don't apologise." Steve spoke softly "does that happen a lot?"

I nodded into Steve's chest "yes, every time I go to sleep, I haven't had a good night's sleep since… well, you know when."

"I know. It gets better eventually" Steve assured.

"When?"

"It's different for everyone one, when I first saw the demogorgon I couldn't sleep for months. Nancy had them on and off until we broke up, I don't know if she still has them. I don't know about anyone else but I'm sure Joyce, Will and Hopper still have them." Steve explained "I still have them sometimes not as much as I used to"

I pulled back from Steve's chest and looked up at his face, I could see the sadness in his eyes.

"You know if someone told middle school me that I would be in the arms of Steve Harrington after a nightmare, I would have told them they were insane" I stated.

"Yeah well, I'm not a bad guy" Steve smirked.

I moved out of Steve's arms and leant my head against his shoulder as I sat next to him on the couch.

"I had a shit day today, I think Eddie hates me" I admitted

"How could anyone hate you?"

"Because he saw me spending time with you. I think he feels like I betrayed him."

"Why"

I debated lying to Steve but I decided to tell him the truth.

"You remember the incident that put me in hospital right, the reason I left Hawkins"

"Oh" Steve confirmed

It was June nineteen eighty. I had been in Hawkins since the end of January and the bullying was already relentless. It was the summer holidays and I was walking down the main street of Hawkins looking for something to do. I had wanted to spend the day with one of my only friends, Eddie but he had band practice. That was how I ended up walking down Cornwallis past the forest.

"Oh my god look who it is" Carol's voice chilled me to my bones.

"Hey freak" Tommy called, grabbing my shoulder and spinning me around to face him, Carol and Steve.

"You out looking for you daddy" Steve teased "Well you won't find one out here"

"Besides, no one wants an unloveable freak for a daughter," Tommy continued. "It would probably be best if you just disappeared."

"Fuck off" I spat

"Or what are you going to go and cry to daddy" Steve taunted.

That was the last straw Tommy was the closest so I threw a punch at him first. My fist impacted his cheek hurting my hand.

"That tickled" he laughed "let me show you how it's done"

Tommy's fist hit my temple. I fell backwards into the ditch beside the trees, my head landing on a rock rendering me unconscious.

The next thing I knew I was in hospital in the ICU. The rock had fractured my skull and put me in a coma for two days. When I first woke up I couldn't remember anything about the day of the incident but slowly the memories came back.

I didn't find out who took me to hospital until last month.

It was just after we had climbed out of the tunnels, Steve was sitting next to me, both of us were bruised. I still hated Steve and blamed him for leaving me to die after what Tommy, Carol and he had done.

"I'm sorry," Steve said, sitting down next to me.

"Why?" I asked.

"I remember you now, seeing you on the floor of the Byers living room, blood coming from your head. Bruising on your pale skin, I remembered that day in June."

"Sorry doesn't fix leaving me to die" I spat "did you really think it would"

"You're wrong"

"Oh am I, really?" I scoffed, standing and walking away towards the trees.

Steve caught up quickly and stood in front of me blocking my path.

"They never told you who took you to the hospital did they because after Tommy and Carol ran off I picked you up, carried you the Mrs. Selwins door and begged her to drive us to the hospital because you hit your head and I thought it was bad. I know now that I should have called an ambulance, I shouldn't have moved you. But I was so scared that you would die, and seeing you on the floor again I thought you were dead tonight, and it scared me" Steve rambled

"I uh…um" I didn't know what to say. Steve's side of what happened changed everything.

I looked at Steve sitting next to me on the living room couch now, his chestnut hair was messy from where he had laid on the lounge, his warm brown eyes stared into mine. Steve was undoubtedly handsome, I knew that even when he was a massive asshole, but now Steve was completely different to what I had thought. And that complicated things.

"So yeah, Eddie came to visit while I was in hospital and I had just started getting my memory back after the coma and everything, he was the only person I told what happened." I continued

"So he hates you because you're hanging out with someone he thinks left you to die, hows that any of his business?"

"Not quiet" I pulled a face.

"What?"

"You remember how at Thanksgiving you asked if I was dating Eddie?"

"And you said no. Was that a lie"

"No it was true. But uh… after Tina's party and nearly being raped by Billy, Eddie saved me took me out to his van…" I rambled "I kissed him, I was stressed and I had never been kissed so the first time anyone had kissed me was Billy so I didn't want that to be my only experience and I had thought about kissing Eddie in middle school so I just did it and maybe he thought it was more."

I pinched the bridge of my nose "not that it wasn't a good kiss, I just don't really know what I want right now and after all the crap that's just happened… yeah"

"So let me get this straight, you kissed Eddie because Billy kissed you without consent and you didn't want that to be your only kiss" Steve tried to organise your rambling "and you think Eddie thought the kiss was more?"

"Yeah. I mean I told him I just didn't want Billy to be my first kiss because I didn't want that and he offered and I wanted that so I kissed him"

"Well if he hates you because of that it's his fault." Steve assured me.

The sound of a bike being thrown down in the garage broke Steve and I out of our conversation. I shifted backwards putting a little space between Steve and I when I realised how close we still were.

"Steve, Roxy?" Dustin called "jesus turn some lights on"

"Sorry we were watching a movie" I called out as Dustin turned the lights on.

I blinked as my eyes adjusted to the bright light that filled the room as Dustin launched himself over the back of the couch into the small gap between Steve and I.

"What ya watching?" Dustin asked

"Nothing right now" I stood up and rewound the tape before removing it from the VHS player.

"I should get going" Steve looked at his watch.

"Okay, see you at school tomorrow" I said.

"I will pick you up again," Steve assured before leaving.

There were only a few weeks left before the Christmas break, Steve picked me up everyday and drove me to school. Even though i told him I could catch the bus.

Most of my classes were good except for Chemistry which I had with Billy, that class always scared me. I was terrified that he would be made my lab partner but I usually got paired up with Robin, the girl who sat next to me with the freckles. She was really nice and I enjoyed talking with her in class.

As the semester drew to the end it was nearly time for the middle school Snow Ball. Dustin had been begging Steve to help him get ready and teach him how to ask a girl to dance. It was really sweet the way Dustin looked up to Steve.

The night of the Snow Ball finally arrived, Dustin was freaking out because he couldn't find his Farrah Fawcett spray he had got especially for the occasion.

Mom and I were in the living room with Tews, the new cat Dustin and I had forced Steve to take us into Indianapolis to get for mom after what happened to Mews.

"Have you seen my bag from the chemist" Dustin screamed coming into the living room.

"Have you tried the kitchen?" Mom replied.

There was a knock on the door, I knew it would be Steve.

"I will get it" I called heading through the chaos of Dustin getting ready to open the door.

"Hey" Steve smiled.

"You've created a monster Harrington" I laughed "Dustin is running around looking for the bloody Farrah Fawcet spray you took him to buy"

"Kids got the right idea" Steve stepped inside.

"Hello Steve" mom called as Steve and I headed to Dustin's room

"Hello Mrs Henderson" Steve replied politely.

We made it to Dustin's door and his face lit up.

"Thank God you're here Steve" Dustin sighed

"Woah, Henderson calm down" Steve laughed at the panicked Dustin.

"We don't need you Roxy, boys only" Dustin pulled Steve into his room and closed the door in my face.

"Dickhead" I shouted through the door and headed back to the lounge room to play with Tews.

"Steve is nice" my mom said suspiciously

"I guess" I narrowed my eyes

"You know you can tell me if you're dating Steve, I wouldn't mind."

"I'm not dating Steve we're just friends" there was a small twinge of pain as I said the word friends. I wanted to be more but it was clear Steve was still in love with Nancy.

"Oh honey" my mom detected something in my tone and pulled me into a hug. "Well if he doesn't like you back than that's a fault in him not in you"

"Okay mom, I'm fine with just being friends with him, Steve can be a jerk sometimes anyway"

After a long time Steve and Dustin came out into the living room, Dustin was dressed up like a mini Steve. I laughed.

"What" Dustin asked

"You look like Harrington" I snorted

"And is there a problem with that Roxanne?" Steve questioned

"No but we need to leave or Dustin will be late and won't get to dance with whoever this girl he wants to ask out is"

I graciously allowed Dustin to take the front seat to his dance and I climbed into the back, staring out the window as we drove the short distance to the school gym. Steve pulled up right next to the door and gave Dustin, frankly crappy girl advice, but it was good enough. After Dustin had left the car Steve turned around to me.

"You coming up here?" He asked

"Okay" I smiled as I got out and walked from the back seat to the front.

I sat down in the front seat and Steve was staring at me with a weird expression on his face, it was the same as the one he had in my living room when he was looking at the photos of me and Dustin.

"So what now?" I asked

"Do you want to drive around or we can go to mine" Steve asked

"We can drive around for a bit and then go to yours"

Steve drove out of the school area around some of the streets before speaking.

"You know I wish I wasn't such an asshole in middle school, then maybe I could have asked you to the dance" Steve said.

"I probably wouldn't have gone anyway. I'm a terrible dancer"

"I'm sure you're not that bad."

"Trust me I am"

"You just need a good leader." Steve pulled into the dark empty parking lot behind Melvalds.

"What are you doing?" I asked

Steve parked up and pulled a tape from his centre console, placing it into the cassette player on his dash. Steve turned the music up and got out of his car. Time after time played through the radio. Steve opened the passenger door and pulled me out into the cool night air.

"Steve, what are you doing" i laughed.

"Dancing" he said simply"

"I can't dance" I protested smiling.

Steve pulled me into his chest, placing my arms around his shoulders and he sat his hands on my waist. He swayed with me in the dark under the singular light in the parking lot.

"You will be ready for prom in no time" Steve whispered in my ear.

"Prom?" I groaned causing Steve to laugh

"It's my last prom before I graduate you have to come with me" Steve insisted

"I don't know"

"Please…As friends" Steve added hesitantly

"Fine, you owe me Harrington"

His smile seemed sad as he looked at me. I wondered if he felt the same way I did. If the word friends hurt him the way it hurt me. I wondered if Steve also got the pang of longing in his chest when I looked into his eyes, I wanted to ask him. To tell him how I felt, but I would risk loosing him as a friend and I couldn't do that.

Steve gently brushed a strand of hair behind my ear as the song ended. His warm brown eyes glanced down at my lips and back to my eyes but neither of us moved. The tension in the air between us buzzed until I pulled away from Steve, and looked up at the night sky as a shooting star flew past.

I wished that I could know if Steve felt the same way about me.

#stranger things fic #steve harringon #steve harington #steve harrington #dustin #steve harrington fanfic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #eddie munson deserved better #fluff #steve harrington fluff #dancing in a parking lot with steve #steve harrington x original character #steve harrington x oc

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youre-a-total--poser · 2 years

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It’s Not The Same Without Them

The Avengers x Teen Reader

Warnings: None

Age: 16

Word Count: 1,079

Requests: Open

Summary: Christmas just isn't what it used to be

A/N: Who doesn't love a sad Christmas story. I might write a more happy one for Christmas day.

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Christmas was always your favourite holiday. Every year was always the same.

Baking cinnamon cookies with Wanda, Hanging up the Christmas lights with Tony, Christmas tree shopping with Clint and Natasha, everyone together helping decorate the tree, Steve lifting you high in the air so you could put the star on top of the tree, running downstairs on Christmas morning and seeing the pile of presents but most importantly getting to spend time with your family.

But this year was different everyone was gone and you were left alone sitting in the apartment that was going to be yours and Natasha’s when you got back. The place where you should’ve spent the rest of your childhood with the person who took care for so long. You wished that you could one day call her your mom. But that was all gone now.

It was your first Christmas since coming back after the snap. You couldn’t stop thinking about those past memories. Just thinking about them made you tear up. The more you thought about it the more upset you got to the point where you were lying on the sofa and ended up crying yourself to sleep.

You had a dream you woke up back at the compound and made your way down stairs and you saw someone standing in the kitchen it took you a second to realise who it was

“Nat?” You questioned if it was really her

“Hey, sweetheart.” She said as she turned around to face you

“Nat,” you said again you ran over to her and wrapped your arms around her and hugged her tightly letting out a sigh of relief.

You were so happy to be back in her arms you never thought that you would ever get to hug her again.

“I’ve missed you so much.” You whispered.

“It’s only been 8 hours since you saw me last you couldn’t have missed me that much.” She said whilst rubbing your back.

She heard that you were starting to cry. She pulled herself away from the hug and cupped your face and wiped the tears away.

“Oh, sweetheart, it’s okay don’t cry, you’re safe, I’ve got you.” She softly spoke then pulled you into her once more

“Hey, Nat, where do you want this box?” Asked by a voice coming from behind you.

You turned your head and your eyes lit up when you saw who it was

“Steve!” You called out as he was putting the box on the ground.

You let go of Nat and you quickly walked over to Steve and crashed into him wrapping your arm around his waist.

“How’s my favourite girl?” He asked you

“Hey!” Nat said sounded offended.

“One of my favourite girls!” He corrected himself.

“Better.” She said whilst smirking.

“Hey, kid, are you helping or not? These lights aren’t going to hang themselves.” Tony said appearing round the corner.

“Tony’s here too?” You excitedly said, Looking up at Steve then over at Natasha

“Yeah, of course he is here, “Nat confusedly said.

You then removed yourself from Steve and walked over to Tony.

You then proceeded to give him a hug even though you know that he wasn’t much of a hugger so instead he patted your head a couple of times.

“What’s up with you, Y/N/N, you’re acting like you haven’t seen us in so long?” Nat asked wondering what has gotten into you.

“So are we going to hang those lights or not?” You said changing the subject to ignore her questions.

You let go of Tony and you made your way outside.

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You were standing on the driveway in front of the compound and Tony had the boots on his suit on and was up in the air putting up some lights.

He landed back on the ground to get the next load of lights that you were holding and he noticed that you were shivering.

“Go back inside and get warm.” He ordered you.

You thanked him and you went back inside.

When you walked back in you got hit by a cinnamon smell.

You followed the smell to the kitchen and Wanda was there filling up piping bags with colourful frosting

“I’m never going to get over the smell of your cinnamon cookies.” You said then you took a deep breath.

“Come help me decorate them.” Wanda said holding out the piping bag for you to take.

As you finished decorating a cookie you felt a pair of hands on your shoulders.

You look up and Natasha is towering over. You lean back into her and she wraps her arm around her shoulder.

Wanda couldn't help but smile when she looked at you. She knew just by looking at you that since you felt safe beside them you were allowing yourself to let your guard down and act vulnerable.

After you and Wanda finished decorating the cookies you put them on a plate and took them through to the common room so the team can eat them during the Christmas movie marathon.

After a few movies, everyone was gone and it was just you and Nat left.

You were leaning against her trying not to fall asleep.

“It’s time for you to leave now.” Natasha said turning off the t.v.

You sat upright so you can look at her. You knew what she meant but you didn’t want to.

“No, I want to stay here with you.” You told her as the tears started forming in your eyes.

“I know you do, honey, but you have your whole life to live you have to go and live for the both of us.” She said.

“But I can’t do it without you, I need you.” You softly said.

“I’ll be with you forever in here.” She pointed to your heart.

A few tears escaped from your eyes and she wiped when away then she pulled you into a hug.

“I miss you so much.” You cried.

“I miss you too but it’s time for you to wake up now.” She whispered in your ear

You woke up and your face was wet.

You dried your face then you grabbed the blanket from the couch and wrapped it around your body.

You opened the window and climbed out onto the fire escape and looked up at the starry sky.

“I’ll make you proud, mama, I promise.” You said to the sky hoping that she could hear you.

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noctumbra · 3 years

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𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍

summary ─ “i’m so glad that we came across to each other,” bucky said. “it really felt nice to catch up with you, to talk to you.”

pairing ─ fuckboy!teacher!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ fluff, seeing each other after yeeeears later, coffee shop conversations, catching up, EPILOGUE

a/n ─ i said i wasn’t sure about writing this but i couldn’t stop myself because i want this soft and sweet closure for them without tears lol. thank you for all the love you’ve given me throughout this trilogy series. i’m really thankful. also i’m sorry for making y’all cry a lot djhfdjhf. this is the epilogue. hope you like it. please leave a comment if you do! thank you! i love you all <3

previous part ─ series masterlist

TEN YEARS LATER

You exhaled a sigh of relief as you threw yourself into your favorite coffee shop, finally getting the chance to escape from the scorching heat of the sun. Stepping away from the door, you closed your eyes for a second. The cool breeze of the air conditioning was hitting your face so nicely, you felt like you could cry.

Shivering lightly, you opened your eyes and walked towards the short line in front of the register. You deserved a grande coffee after the very busy day you had. Your eyes were hurting slightly because you’ve been looking at the computer screen for hours now.

“Thank fuck the weekend is here,” you murmured to yourself as you fished your wallet out. You heard the guy in front of you humming in an approving way, and you froze for a second. “I should have whispered,” you said, and the guy chuckled this time. Grimacing to yourself, you decided to shut up.

As you waited for your turn, you started to watch people around you. Everyone was either tired-looking or way-too-jittery-looking because of all the caffeine and sweets. Most of them had come here with a friend, you realized and frowned lightly. Inhaling the freshly brewed coffee smell deeply, you moved your eyes to the guy in front of you.

He was tall. He had dark brown, mid-length hair, it was a bit longer than mid-length, though, you noted. He had whites peppered in it, and it looked good. He had a navy colored suit on him. The suit jacket was hugging his broad shoulders very nicely, and the suit pants he had on was complimenting his thick thighs. You hummed silently to yourself. You moved two steps forward, eyes still on the guy, as the people on the register was done with their order. It was the guy’s turn.

“Hello,” he murmured, and you felt a lick of familiarity. “Can I get a black coffee, grande?” You frowned. The guy’s voice was familiar. You watched him grabbing a small protein bar. “And this.” The boy at the register nodded as he punched in the order, and the guy in front of you pulled his wallet to pay.

You saw the hand tattoo. Your eyes widened.

“Name?” The boy asked. The guy looked up briefly.

“James.” You watched his hand as he pulled out some money and gave them to the boy. He was wearing the rings from─

“Bucky?” You asked, surprise audible in your voice. Bucky startled, his shoulders went stiff and he turned around. His baby blue eyes bored into yours as they widened with surprised.

“Y/N?” He breathed. “Oh my God.” You let out a chuckle.

“There you go,” the boy said, handing out the extra money. Bucky cursed lightly as he took the money and stepped aside. Just as he opened his mouth, his name was called. You saw him clenching his jaw. Your smile widened. “What can I get you?” You blinked, returning to the real world.

“Cappuccino, grande. Non-lactose milk, please. No foam,” you said your order and handed out the money. The boy nodded. “Y/N,” you gave him your name without him asking for it. The boy worked quick; he told your order and gave your cup to the barista and handed some of your money back. You bid him good day before you walked towards where Bucky was still standing.

Goddamn, you thought. He looked good.

The whites in his hair were also in his stubble, covering his chin slightly. He looked grown, albeit a bit older, and the crinkles around his eyes made him look more handsome than he normally was.

“Holy crap, Y/N,” Bucky said, his eyes moving up and down on your body. “I can’t believe you still look as gorgeous as before.” You chuckled, feeling the heat rushing to your cheeks after literal years. “Not that I expected you to look bad, by the way,” he said, rolling his eyes. You smiled. You grabbed your coffee when barista called out for you and turned to Bucky.

“Wanna recharge together in one of those tables?” You asked, pointing at the coffees. Bucky chuckled and nodded.

“Of course!” He said. “I would love to.”

Both of you walked towards an empty table near the café windows. After you settled, you looked at him. He looked happy, you realized. He didn’t look haunted or sad anymore. He looked healthy and happy if not a little tired.

“You look great,” you said softly. “You don’t look so… sad anymore.” Bucky smiled. Taking a sip from his coffee, he nodded lightly.

“I’m… good,” he decided to say. “I swore not to lie to you again and I’m not gonna start that now,” he chuckled. “I wasn’t so good after our last talk, but time helped.” Bucky shrugged, his fingers were playing with his coffee cup. “I had time to focus on myself, and then my job. It kept me busy but also gave me some time to heal. So, I’m good.”

You smiled fondly at him. “You have no idea how happy I am to hear that,” you murmured. “You deserve to be good, Bucky. I’m glad you’re now. I just hope you’ll be better soon.” You watched him blush, your smile widened and turned soft.

Bucky shook himself and straightened up on his seat. “Tell me what you’ve been up to,” he said, excitement shining in his eyes. “I haven’t seen you for ten years. Are you a cat mom or dog mom or a real one?” You let out a surprised laugh.

“Bold of you to assume I want to be a mother, Buchanan,” you deadpanned. Bucky grinned toothily. “…I have a cat,” then you added. Bucky chuckled.

“Knew it,” he said, snapping his fingers. You rolled your eyes. “’s fine. I have an asshole for myself waiting me at home.” He rolled his eyes like you. “I swear he hates me and wants to kill me, but he doesn’t because I feed him.” You laughed, almost snorting out your cappuccino. Bucky grimaced at himself and then chuckled.

“Murderous cats,” you muttered. “I had an encounter with them once or twice.” You nodded seriously. “She tried to trip me and scared me to the death, so.” Bucky giggled. “She’s the cutest, though.” Bucky smiled. He knew that feeling all too well. You sighed.

“How’s teaching? I see that you kept your tattoos, but goodbye piercings?” You asked, eyebrows high on your forehead. Bucky grunted. It wasn’t a happy sound.

“Apparently, me having piercings might provoke the students to get the same look? They told that I cover my tattoos with my clothing but can’t hide my piercings, so they had to go. ‘s bullshit.”

“…It is,” you agreed because it was. “Your hand and neck tattoos are visible, and they were troubled with your piercings? Yup, bullshit.” He grunted again and sipped his coffee.

“Love the students, though,” he added without you asking. “They’re dumb sometimes and goofy almost all the time, but I love them.” He smiled. You could see that he really did love his students. He was great with children ─shocking, yes─ and seeing him being happy with his work was making you happy.

“I’m glad to hear that. You were weirdly good with kids,” you said, looking at him over your coffee. Bucky narrowed his eyes. “It was cute, don’t get me wrong. I just didn’t expect from someone who looked the way you did back in college and be good with kids. I was shocked when I learned that you were going to be a teacher.�� Bucky snorted.

“I love teaching,” he defended himself with a faux-offended face. You grinned. “I enjoy telling them things that make them go ‘wow’ and love seeing them use what I taught.” He shrugged. “How is editing?”

“Ughhhh,” you groaned. “Don’t get me started.” He looked at you, eyes wide and half-grin visible on his face.

“Oh, okay,” he said and then giggled. “I feel like you have a lot of feelings bottled up in there.” He pointed your head, and you grunted like he did a couple minutes ago.

“People who don’t even know punctuation are sending me their works, and they are brave enough to tell me that they wanted it published.” Grunting even more, you sipped your coffee. “It’s a pain to read all the cringy, too fast moving works and editing. It feels like I’m re-writing their whole work.” Bucky frowned slightly, tilting his head to his side.

“Why do you work there, then?” He asked. “You could go back to school and do something extra? Or become a professor there?” You eyed him.

“I’ve been thinking about that for some time, now, to be honest,” you admitted. It wasn’t a lie; you were thinking about going back to school and maybe spend a couple years there and start teaching. “Been looking up my options. I’m still not quite sure, but the idea is there.”

“Well,” Bucky said, draining his coffee. “Let me know. I might be able to help in some way, maybe.” You smiled.

“Thank you, Bucky,” you murmured. He sent you a cheeky wink. “Tell me more!” You exclaimed. “You told me you’re a cat dad, what else?”

“I’m an uncle,” he said and then wiggled on his seat because it still made him giddy. “I have like two nieces now, my sisters like to procreate.” You chuckled. “Oh, do you know Sam Wilson?” You frowned.

“From Psychology Department?” He nodded. “Yeah, I saw him a couple times.” Putting your cup aside, you leaned forward. “What about him?”

“He got married to Natasha, the Russian Literature girl? The one that we both found scarily hot?” Giggling, you nodded. He grinned. “Well, they’re married now, and have a daughter.”

“No shit,” you said.

“Yes shit,” Bucky kept grinning. “Steve’s gonna get married in two months. Someone called Sharon Carter─”

“Wait, is her aunt Peggy Carter?” Bucky frowned, but nodded. “Holy shit, I work at Carter Publishing. She’s my boss.” Bucky laughed.

“Okay, nice coincidence,” he murmured.

“Damn,” you whispered, making him laugh again. “Give me more gossip, please. I’m obviously hiding under a rock.” Smiling, Bucky leaned forward on the table, too.

“Alright, hear me out.”

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You talked about everything and anything for hours.

Bucky talked about his job, about his students and his plans for future which included going back to school and becoming a professor or something, so that he could teach at a university. He also said that he was going to miss his ‘high school dumbasses’, but he wanted to become better at what he was doing. He also talked about his siblings, he had three sisters, and his parents a little. He showed you a couple pictures of his cat, a very pretty white cat named Alpine, and his parent’s dogs, two German Shepherds.

“They’re so handsome,” you exclaimed when you saw them. Bucky chuckled.

“They are,” he agreed. “They’re also old.”

“Bleh,” you blurted, making him laugh. You felt a satisfying, warm bubble building up in your chest as you bit your lip and watched him laugh. Your feelings for him were still there, still present. You never stopped loving him, and you knew you were always going to love him. He was the one for you, but your story wasn’t meant to be end together. You knew and accepted that now.

You told him about your life, your job and future plans, too. You talked about your doubts about going back to school, and Bucky somehow helped you soothe them. He encouraged you, told you that you were going to be amazing and it wasn’t late for you to go back to school. You thanked him as you moved onto talk about your cat. You showed him a picture like he did to you.

“You have a Siamese!” He cried out. “Damn, he is handsome.” You chuckled.

“He is, but he’s the biggest asshole I’ve ever known,” you grumbled. Bucky giggled.

“Hey, cats are cats. They meant to be assholes,” he said.

“Hear, hear.” Both of you chuckled.

The silence fell between you was a happy and content one. You talked about things, made each other laugh and smile, and both of you saw that how much the other had grown. It was nice. Seeing him was nice.

“I know I apologized before, but I want to apologize again,” Bucky murmured softly after a while of silence. “I’m sorry for making you cry and for hurting you. You didn’t deserve any of the shit I put you through. I was an asshole, I know and see that now,” he added. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.” You smiled. Reaching out, you held his warm and large hand. The sense of familiarity consumed you.

“I have forgiven you years ago, James,” you murmured as softly as he did. He squeezed your hand. “Things happened, but both of us were still children.” Your smile became a little sad. “Obviously, we weren’t meant to be. I wish we were, though. I wish we were meant to be, but we are not. It’s okay. You’ve apologized before and owned up your mistakes. Thank you. I forgive you.” Bucky’s hold in your hand tightened just a bit more. You squeezed it right back. “I forgive you. It’s alright. We’re alright.”

Bucky took a deep breath. You could see that he felt lighter. His guilt must have been eating him alive, you realized, and your heart gave a painful thud at the thought.

“You have no idea how good it feels to hear that,” he said, slightly breathless. You just held his hand tighter and smiled wider. “I wish we were meant to be, too, Y/N. I─” He paused briefly. “I still love you. I have never stopped loving you, and I probably will never stop loving you. No one was you, and I doubt that someone will ever be you. I know now that we’ve grown out of each other. We might still love, yes, but…”

“It’s not enough anymore because even though we still love each other, that train took off,” you finished. He nodded. “So much has happened, and it changed us. Yes, Bucky, I get it. I still love you, too, and will always love you, but it’s not enough now.” He nodded again. Both of you sighed, feeling lighter and happier out of a sudden.

“I’m so glad that we came across to each other,” Bucky said. “It really felt nice to catch up with you, to talk to you.”

“Me too,” you agreed immediately. “I─” You held his other hand. “I’ve missed you, Bucky. It was very nice talking to you.” You looked at each other for a couple minutes before pulling back. You ignored how cold and empty your hands felt after he pulled his back. Standing up quietly, you grabbed your things. You walked out of the café together.

“I would like to see you sometimes,” Bucky said. “As friends. I would love to be your friend, Y/N.” You agreed. You didn’t want to deny him anymore. You wanted him in your life.

“I would love that,” you murmured and gave him your number. Bucky added you in his contacts and sent you a text.

“I will see you later, then,” Bucky murmured. It felt so good to say that, he realized. After saying goodbye to you many times, it felt amazing to say that he’d see you later. You smiled fondly.

“I will see you later,” you murmured back. Bucky gave you a nod and a large smile. Both of you bid good night to each other and walked opposite directions on the sidewalk.

This time, it wasn’t a goodbye.

This time, it was a promise to see the other again.

It was a nice, blossoming friendship.

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#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #fuckboy!bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes smut #teacher!bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky x you #angel

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cherienymphe · 3 years

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Mistakes of the Heart (Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes)

WARNINGS: NON-CON, murder, violence, arranged marriage, mentions of infidelity, mafia!Steve, mafia!Bucky, jealous!Steve, BUCKY X READER

DNI IF ANY OF THIS OFFENDS YOU

➥ {page breaks done by @whimsicalrogers}

➥ Final part to Regrets of Yesterday

summary: your arranged marriage to the infamous Steve Rogers isn’t what you initially thought it would be, but things have worked out better than you could have imagined. However, your arrangement with your husband becomes complicated when feelings, and circumstances, that neither of you anticipated come into play.

Steve pulled out of you, and you winced, heart racing at the predicament you found yourself in. You were a little in shock, having a hard time wrapping your head around what had just happened. Your eyes widened when Steve grabbed his gun after getting dressed, shaking as he told you to do the same.

“…what-what are you going to do?”

He threw you a cold look and getting the hint that he wasn’t going to repeat himself, you put your dress back on. You could feel him between your legs, dripping down your thighs, and disgust filled you. You didn’t have a chance to think about that anymore before Steve fisted his hand in your hair, yanking you up just as Bucky’s panicked voice called your name. You knew then that he’d seen Jarvis’ body.

You stumbled as Steve dragged you along, your nails digging into his skin, but he paid your resistance no mind. The two of you appeared at the top of the stairs just as Bucky took the first step to ascend them, and his eyes widened at the sight of Steve. He was confused, that much was clear, but one look at your face had his jaw clenching.

“Steve…”

Steve pulled you closer.

“…Bucky.”

“Did you kill my housekeeper?”

“I did. I figured he’d get in my way,” your husband told him, and your eyes pleaded with Bucky as they met his.

It was clear he’d noticed the gun in Steve’s hand, and you grew nervous when he took a step towards you.

“Let her go. I’m sure we can talk about whatever your problem is without your hand fisted in her hair,” he sneered.

“Sorry, Buck, but I’m taking my wife home,” Steve told him, tightening his grip.

“She’s not your fucking wife-.”

“See, that’s where you’re wrong. We’re not divorced, and I want my wife at home with me.”

Steve descended the stairs, pulling you along with him, and you shook your head when you saw Bucky reach for his own gun. He looked conflicted, torn between listening to you and attempting to shoot Steve before he shot him.

“Bucky, please…”

You would rather endure Steve for just a little bit longer if it meant that Bucky wouldn’t get hurt. You would rather he live to see another day to deal with this rather than rashly doing something now that would get him killed. Reluctantly, Bucky took a step back, and you didn’t miss the smirk Steve threw him as he walked past. Steve didn’t leave his back to him as he neared the door, and he waved his gun towards Jarvis.

“You might want to do something about that before he stains the carpet.”

Your struggle was renewed the minute you were outside, only pausing when he forced you into the limo. You slapped him as soon as he shut the door, and he glared at you, jaw ticking as he stared you down.

“I hate you,” you forced through trembling lips. “I hate you so much.”

Only the slight twitch in his cheek indicated that he was bothered by your words, but you didn’t care. You sat back, hand on your stomach as you looked away from him. Your chest was tight the whole ride, tears blurring your vision and wetting your cheeks, but neither one of you said another word to each other.

Steve’s grip was rough as he pulled you out of the car, and you stumbled more than once, wincing. You snatched yourself out of his hold as soon as you were inside, back inside of the place you never thought you’d set foot in again. It looked exactly the same, and that brought you no comfort.

“Get cleaned up.”

You threw him a look, but Steve wasn’t even looking at you. He was taking off his jacket and, getting the sense that he wasn’t going to say anything else, you turned towards the stairs. You could feel his eyes on you as you ascended them, and you clutched your stomach. Under the impression that things would remain as they were, you made your way to your old room.

You were surprised to find it completely changed. It was now a nursery, the colors in a gender-neutral pastel green, and your heart skipped a beat. You frowned, disgust and confusion warring within you as you wondered just how long he’d been planning this. You heard Steve’s footsteps, and you whirled around to face him.

“What the hell is this?”

He grabbed your arm as he passed, pulling you along.

“What does it look like?”

“Have you lost your mind? Do you honestly think I will still be here by the time this baby comes?”

He didn’t answer, opting instead for pulling you into his room. You had never stepped foot in it, never desired to, and you were surprised when he pulled you into a closet on the far side of the room, forcing you to come face to face with a room full of feminine clothes. Part of you wondered if he was really going to put you in the clothes of one of his mistresses or something, but you paused when you noticed that a good number of them were maternity clothes.

You took a shaky breath as he nudged you further into the closet, and you shook your head in disbelief.

“Why are you doing this?” you demanded, looking at him.

He simply turned away, and your frustration grew.

“Get cleaned up and put on something nice, then come downstairs and join me for dinner,” was his only reply.

You heaved an exasperated sigh the minute he was gone. You knew that Bucky wasn’t going to waste any time before coming up with a plan to make Steve let you go, but you didn’t want him to put his life in danger. It was crazy to think that the two were best friends, and yet, Steve didn’t look like he’d hesitate to shoot him. You’d had no idea, never could have guessed that he’d had this much animosity towards yours and Bucky’s relationship.

How could you?

Steve hadn’t just ignored your existence until it was convenient for him during your marriage, but he’d acted as if you were a burden. He didn’t even like you as a human being, let alone romantically. You wondered if you could talk Steve out of this. Surely the man was going through a midlife crisis or something. With that thought, you made your way to the bathroom to wash the feel and stench of Steve off of you. You found a simple maternity dress in the closet, disturbed at how well it fit.

Not wanting to bring on anymore of Steve’s wrath, you were quick to make your way to the dining room. Steve was waiting for you, murmuring something to the cook when you arrived. You were disappointed to see your plate next to him on his left as he sat at the head of the table. You hesitantly sat down next to him, avoiding his eye as you eyed the healthy baby safe food before you.

“I hope you like it,” he said. “I made Gwen research healthy recipes for expecting moms.”

“Why are you doing this?” you sighed out, repeating yourself.

You didn’t want to play along in this horrible game. Steve’s jaw clenched as he looked at you, seemingly upset that you weren’t going to do just that. He sat his utensils down with a sigh.

“I told you…I want you here with me,” he said, reaching for your hand.

You snatched it away, trembling hand falling to your lap as you glared at him.

“Husband and wife and the husband’s several mistresses…how romantic,” you sarcastically threw out.

Steve leaned back in his chair.

“It won’t be like that,” he told you, and you laughed.

“You expect me to believe that you just…gave it all up? Do you remember the things you said to me the last time we saw each other?”

The hardening of his eyes told you that he did, but you continued anyway.

“Let me remind you. You accused me of coming up with some grand scheme to force your hand. The idea that I genuinely didn’t want to be with you anymore was so outlandish to you that the only possible explanation was a trick on my part.”

You chuckled, finding genuine humor in the situation.

“I don’t know if you just think that highly of yourself or maybe you think so lowly of me to think I’d ever beg a man to stay faithful to me, but it was hurtful. You were completely malicious, accusing me of jealousy and telling me to suck it up and make the most of my miserable life-.”

“I know what I said,” Steve snapped. “I don’t need a recap from you.”

“Well, you’re going to get one. You are going to sit here and listen to what I have to say!”

He glared at you, something unrecognizable in his eye, and you returned the gesture.

“You are not a good husband, Steve. You’re not even a good man. I accepted our marriage for what it was. Truth be told, I was very happy with our little arrangement, and if you had come to me to tell me that you wanted a real marriage, that you wanted both of us to only be with each other…I would have laughed in your face.”

Steve’s jaw ticked, and you sneered at him.

“I would have laughed at the sheer audacity. Now somehow, after misleading me into thinking we were divorced, after killing Jarvis, after raping me…you think I’d ever entertain this? I want nothing to do with you, so…” you leaned back in your seat. “Tell me what I have to do in order for you to let me go…”

Steve smirked.

“I’m not letting you go. I know you think this is all one big joke-.”

“Because it has to be! What do you want? A baby? Do you want me to publicly humiliate myself to salvage your own image after the divorce?”

“I want you here with me,” he said, tone leaving no room for arguments. “We’re not getting a divorce.”

You didn’t listen.

“…and my son?”

You watched as Steve’s brows furrowed, a frown taking over at the reveal of your baby’s gender. He slowly exhaled.

“I’ll raise him as my own. That should be my son, anyway,” he added.

You didn’t miss the bitterness in his voice, and you sneered at him.

“He isn’t your son though. He’s Bucky’s,” you told him, taking great satisfaction in the way his face clouded over. “You really expect me to believe that you’ll just…overlook that? Raise him like he’s yours even though he isn’t?”

He didn’t respond, and you continued.

“What will happen when he looks nothing like you? How will you really react when you stare into the face that’s the perfect mix of me and your best friend? As a matter of fact, how in the world are you going to do business with said friend now? You truly didn’t think about any-.”

Your words died in your throat when Steve wrapped his hand around it, chair falling over as he stood to tower over you. You simply stared at him, jaw clenching as he glared down at you, blue eyes stormy with rage.

“You can rile me up as much as you like. You can use every trick in the book to remind me why this isn’t a good idea, but I don’t care. You are mine,” he spat through clenched teeth.

He suddenly let you go, and you sharply inhaled. Tears kissed your eyes as he sat back down, returning to his food like nothing had happened.

“I should have done things differently, I will acknowledge that, but I can only make up for it now. So…”

He reached over to wipe away a stray tear, a smirk dancing along his pink lips.

“We are not getting a divorce. As far as everyone knows, that baby is mine, as is his mother. There won’t be anyone else from here on out, only you.”

You turned your head away from him with a frown.

“You’ll learn to be happy with me as you were with him. Now, finish your dinner before it gets cold…”

Resigned to accept his words until you, or Bucky, could come up with a plan, you did as he said.

The hardest part, the true test, came later that night. Even though clothes that were meant for you were located in a closet in his master bedroom, it didn’t occur to you that he expected you to sleep there.

“No,” you said, shaking your head. “There are at least 3 other rooms in this house. There’s no reason I have to lie next to you.”

You and Steve had been staring each other down for minutes. You’d almost thrown up once you realized where he intended for you to sleep and sleeping without Bucky at your side was one thing but sleeping next to the man who’d ruined your life was something else entirely. Steve seemed to be out of patience, and you fought against him as he reached for you.

He was firm with you, but somehow still careful, and you gasped when you found yourself on the bed. Holding you down with his body, Steve reached over to turn out the light, drowning the room in darkness. Overwhelmed with everything, you couldn’t stop the tears from collecting in your eyes, a quiet sob escaping.

You fought against him, but eventually, you found your back to his front with his arm tightened around you. Your shoulders shook with quiet sobs, stomach churning when you felt his lips against the back of your neck. You didn’t want to fall asleep, you didn’t trust Steve as far as you could throw him, but your body betrayed you.

Between the events of the day, your physical exertion from fighting with Steve, and your pregnancy, sleep claimed you whether you welcomed it or not. You dreamed of Bucky, apparently saying his name in your sleep, something you only figured out when you woke up to the feel of Steve sliding into you.

You gasped, hand reaching up to grab his wrist, one hand on your neck while the other rested on your stomach. The soft rays of sunlight were gradually brightening the room, and tears collected in your eyes with every thrust. His breath on the back of your neck made you cringe, and you pushed your elbow into his stomach.

“Steve,” you protested, moving to get away from him but he had you in a tight hold, chest pressing into your back.

“Be grateful I’m going easy on you,” he murmured, breathing labored. “You think I like to wake up to my wife calling another man’s name?”

You couldn’t even speak, chest tight, a sob caught in your throat as he brushed his lips over your cheek.

“I want to wake up like this every morning…coming inside of my beautiful wife,” he groaned.

You couldn’t even register the fact that that was the first time he’d ever complimented you. You squirmed against him, core throbbing under the ministrations of his relentless cock. You wanted to get as far away from him as possible, and Steve seemed to only want to get closer.

“…the only thing that would make this better is if I had put that baby in you myself,” he breathed, groaning against your skin as he spilled into you.

He remained still for a moment, the only sound in the room that of your labored breaths. You were shaking, fear and disgust filling you, and he eventually pulled away. You could feel the mess he’d made between your thighs, and you laid there, face wet as he moved to get ready for the day.

You didn’t leave the bed until long after he’d gone, parting with a kiss on your cheek. You felt dirty when you sat up, and it took everything in you to get up and shower. You cried the entire time, and when you exited the room, you were met with a quiet mansion. You knew the staff was around though because fresh breakfast was waiting for you when you entered the dining room.

You ate alone, nibbling at your food as you forced yourself to eat despite your lack of appetite. When you were done, despite your suspicions, you tried the front door anyway. It was locked from the outside somehow. Every other entrance was no different. You couldn’t even get the windows to budge. You had made your way to Steve’s office, a room you had never set foot in, only to find it locked as well. You had kicked the door in frustration, telling yourself not to cry.

It seemed you had no choice but to wait for Steve.

This went on for days. The staff practically ignored your existence as they cooked for you, and you sat around waiting for Steve to return. You two would argue, even resorting to begging him to let you go, but he never budged. It would trickle into dinner, sometimes ending the affair early, and he would proceed to take his anger out on you.

He fucked you until you were on the verge of sleep, paying no mind to your tears and pleas. Sometimes, he woke you up the same way. Only 4 days after he’d taken you, there was a pounding on the front door. You could hear it all the way upstairs where you were avoiding Steve, and you slowly made your way down the hall. You were around the corner, looking down into the entrance as Steve opened the door, only for your eyes to widen as Bucky forced himself inside.

“Where is she?”

You watched as Steve reached out to stop your fiancé, but Bucky shook him off. Neither of them had noticed your presence.

“I’ve offered you shares, all of the money I have, hell, even my business, but you’re being as stubborn as ever. I’m done trying to negotiate. Where is she, Steve?”

The two men glared at one another, and you swallowed, about to make your presence known when Bucky continued.

“I know it kills you that she wasn’t as miserable with your arrangement as you grew to be. I know it kills you even more that I was the man she turned to, that I’m the father of her child, but she chose me…so deal with it,” Bucky said, sounding all kinds of exasperated.

“You have no right to her-.”

“She’s a person, Steve! Not one of your possessions you can hide away from the world,” Bucky sneered.

“She is still my wife. That isn’t going to change, and you are trespassing,” Steve snapped.

“You don’t even love her!”

Your heart clenched as you watched the way Bucky’s face twisted, nostrils flaring as he frowned at your husband. His chest heaved, and he threw up his hands, a scoff escaping him as he shook his head at the blond.

“You don’t even love her,” he quietly repeated. “You don’t know what it’s like to love her, and what’s worse is that…I don’t believe you even want to. You just don’t want her to be with anyone else.”

You gripped the railing, carefully moving downstairs, drawing Bucky’s attention before Steve could say anything. Steve followed Bucky’s gaze and moved before he could. You both called Steve’s name as he blocked you from each other, but you were screaming it with wide eyes only seconds later when Steve pulled out his gun, forcing it into your mouth while he curled his fingers around the back of your neck.

You couldn’t see Bucky from your angle, but you heard the way he paused, heard his breath hitch. Your own heart froze, fear seizing you as Steve tightened his hold. You were too afraid to even swallow, and tears kissed your eyes as you blinked.

“You’re right, Buck. I don’t want anyone else to have her, and if you keep pushing me, I’ll make it so that no one does.”

Steve’s voice was cold, not just icy, but venomous too, and something in you told you that he was serious. That he wasn’t just trying to scare Bucky into leaving, scare you into staying. You truly believed that Steve would kill you just so no one else could have you. There was brief silence, thick with tension, before Bucky eventually spoke.

“This isn’t over, Steve.”

Steve took a step back, taking you with him, and you clutched your stomach.

“This is far from over, and if I find out that you harmed her in any way, this will be more than just a severed friendship. I’ll hunt you down like you’re my worst enemy,” Bucky sneered, sounding like the complete opposite of what you were used to.

“That’s all very touching, but you’re still in my house…and I still have a gun in her mouth.”

You could hear your fiancé’s harsh breaths before eventually, and reluctantly, moving towards the door. Steve only took the gun out when Bucky exited, but you felt no relief. Stomach churning, you couldn’t prevent your food from coming up, and your throat protested as you threw up at your feet. Steve reached for you, and you shoved him away.

You stumbled towards the door, ignoring him as he called your name. You knew he wouldn’t let you walk out, at least not alive, but that didn’t stop you from collapsing at the door, leaning your head against the expensive wood. Your vision was blurry as the tears finally spilled over, chest tight as you fought not to cry harder. You heard him approach you, standing in the entrance to the foyer as he watched your huddled form. You don’t know how long you sat there crying, nor how long he stood there…just watching you, but eventually you spoke.

“You could have any woman you want,” you whispered. “You could have any woman who would be happy to be with you.”

You turned to look at him, eyes puffy and lips trembling.

“…but it’s me you choose to torment. My life you choose to ruin.”

Steve’s jaw ticked, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d say he was offended. His blue eyes flashed with something you couldn’t name, and you glowered at him.

“I know that deep down, you don’t actually care about whether or not I love you. I know that my staying with you is what matters most,” you started.

You pulled your thighs to your stomach, resting your hands on your knees as he stared at you.

“So allow me to make myself clear in terms that you’ll understand, Steve. You can lock me away until I give birth. Hell, you can do so until I get pregnant and give birth again, but it will never make a difference because I will never want you.”

Steve straightened, looking down his nose at you as he fingered the gun in his hand.

“I will never desire you, I will never need you, I will never even dream of you. Every time you kiss me, I will imagine its Bucky. Every time you touch me, I will wish it is his hands instead. Every time I am far too quiet, and you find yourself wondering ‘what she’s thinking about’, know that I am thinking about Bucky. When you watch me in my sleep like I know you do, know that I am dreaming about him. It will always be him.”

The silence was deafening, and for a moment, you wondered if he was going to shoot you and be done with it. However, despite the fact that Steve’s face had clouded over, fearfully so, he simply took a step back before walking away, leaving you alone to lean your head back against the door.

It was late in the night when you were roused from sleep by a noise that passed through the many rooms of Steve’s mansion. You were surprised that you’d woken up at all. Steve may not have reacted to your words then and there, but he was sure to let you know how he really felt once night came. You had cried yourself to sleep like you did every night since he’d taken you, and even now, your body still ached rom his harsh grip, cum dried between your thighs.

You thought that you were imagining things, but when you heard it again, you carefully slid out from Steve’s hold. The house was quiet, the soft carpet cushioning your steps. You slid your hand along the wall, the other clutching your stomach as you picked up on another noise. Nervous and afraid, you reached out to turn on the hallway light only to realize that it didn’t work. Pausing, you noted that the house was colder, and you knew then that the power was out.

You wouldn’t dare attempt to go down the stairs, but even if the power were working, something in you told you not to. You discovered why when moments later, multiple gunshots could be heard, quickly followed by the sound of breaking glass. You flinched, stumbling back against the wall as multiple things became clear at once. Several people were breaking into the house, they were armed, and Steve was awake and calling your name.

Taking advantage of the sudden chaos, you slipped into a nearby room, shutting the door just as Steve’s voice filled the hallway. You hurried towards the closet, shutting yourself inside as your mind whirled. Several of Steve’s own men stayed on the property, just not in the main building, and it wasn’t long before you heard different kinds of guns join the fray. You didn’t exactly know what was happening, and you smoothed your hand along your swollen stomach in an effort to calm yourself.

You could still faintly hear Steve calling your name, but it eventually faded away, and you surmised that he went downstairs. You briefly wondered if this was Bucky’s doing, and you frowned, wondering why that hadn’t initially occurred to you. Of course, you knew that he was in the same business as Steve, knew of the ugly side he never allowed you to see, and that was precisely why the idea that Bucky was behind this was a foreign one. A shocking one.

Still, in case it wasn’t, you cursed yourself for not searching for something to protect yourself with. You knew where Steve kept his guns, and you would feel much safer with one right now. That thought only increased when you heard the bedroom door open. You were no longer alone, and the other person in the room was just as quiet as you were. The commotion going on was louder now, and you reached out to grip the wall when you heard the bathroom door open.

You could faintly see light from beneath the closed door, and the way it moved told you that it was a flashlight. You could feel your stomach churning, fear and confusion and anxiety filling you. The stranger in the room had yet to say anything, give any sort of indication as to who they were. Your heart dropped when the closet door swung open, and a blinding light filled your vision. You squinted, unable to see a thing and wondered if you were going to be met with your death or another assault and kidnapping.

You were met with a third option.

“Doll?”

You didn’t have time to feel relief before familiar arms pulled you into a warm chest. A bit dazed and in shock, you absentmindedly pressed your fingers into his back, wide eyes staring ahead. You hadn’t even realized that you were trembling until Bucky started rocking you.

“Shh, shh, you’re okay. I’m here now,” he whispered.

“I thought-.”

“I know.”

“Steve-?”

“Outside. That was the last time I saw him,” he answered.

You breathed him in and felt him do the same before he started walking backwards, taking you with him. The room was bathed in darkness once again, and he maneuvered you so that you were behind him as he moved to make his way out. His hand was tight on yours as he weaved through the halls gun first. You gasped when he led you down the stairs, the recognizable shapes of bodies on the floor even in the darkness.

One of his cars, one of the bulletproof ones, was parked further down the driveway. His steps were hurried as he pushed you in front of him, and as you neared the car, you thought to yourself that this seemed too easy. Nothing involving Steve was ever easy, and you were disappointed to be proven right.

You fell to the ground when Bucky was shoved against the car, landing on your back. You winced, and the sound of fists meeting bone reached your ears just as the unmistakable sound of a gun hitting the ground did too. With a struggle, you pushed yourself into a sitting position, watching as Bucky slammed his fist into Steve’s nose, the two of them on the ground before you.

Ignoring the pain in your back, you looked around, eyes zeroing in on the black weapon not far away. You forced yourself to your feet, quickly wrapping your hand around it. Steve was on top of Bucky now, slamming your fiancé’s head into the ground, and you didn’t hesitate. Steve fell against the side of the car, face twisted into pain from the bullet wound in his back.

His blue eyes met yours, and you felt no remorse as he struggled to stand. You could hear Bucky pushing himself to his feet, and you hurried to his side. You wiped the blood from his face, swallowing when he slid the gun from your grip. You pressed yourself against him, shaking your head.

“He’s not worth it-.”

“He won’t stop,” he argued, teeth clenched.

“He’ll have no choice. He’ll never find us if we leave. Killing him will start something neither one of us want to be involved in,” you told him.

You could see the conflict on Bucky’s face, and you knew that he knew you were right. Everything would go to you, and many people would dispute that, claiming that you were unfit to run the business. Even worse, you could only imagine what people would think of you and Bucky publicly getting together after your husband’s death. They would suspect the worse, and they would be right. You’d make enemies out of people you had never even met.

With a sneer, Bucky opened the passenger door before ushering you in. You massaged your stomach as he slid into the driver’s seat, relief only filling you when the mansion started to grow smaller. You leaned back, the stress of the past few days getting to you. Bucky, sensing this, took your hand, rubbing his thumb over your skin. He brought it to his lips, a shaky breath escaping him.

“You don’t know the weight that’s been lifted off of my shoulders,” he whispered.

You could see that he was struggling to keep it together. The stress of seeing you get taken by Steve, powerless to stop him, and powerless again when he threatened your life and that of your son’s. You reached for his face with your free hand as he drove down the street, determined to put as much distance between you and Steve as possible.

“Hey…I’m okay,” you quietly told him, fingers ghosting over his cheek.

“…are you?”

You knew what he was asking, and you knew that if you had told him what really happened to you, he would have killed Steve on the spot. More so, you didn’t want Bucky to have to carry that burden, to blame himself for what Steve did to you. You brushed your thumb over his lips, sending him a small smile.

“I am now.”

You leaned your head against his shoulder, Bucky’s soft breaths lulling you to sleep more than the purr of the vehicle. Steve was finally behind you, and although you weren’t as free of him as you would like to be, it seemed insignificant with Bucky and your son at your side.

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Scenario Prompts: 5/29 A; Tony Stark compliments you all the time because he has a crush on you.

Requested by: @spuffyfan394

Pairing: Tony Stark x Gen!Neutral Reader

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Notes: It’s kind of a mixture of flirting and compliments. Also; I use the song reference to ‘The Fantasticks’ because in Civil War when you see Tony’s mom in his memory, she is singing a song from it. Also, I’m having a bit of writers block, so I can’t tell if this is really that good.

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When you were recruited to join the Avengers you knew it would be both exciting and dangerous, but you had still underestimated how quickly things would get out of hand on the simplest of missions.

“You just had to egg him on didn’t you?!” you yelled as you and Steve ran for cover “We could have easily taken him but noooo, you just had to make him mad.”

“We needed him to reveal his plan, it’s not my fault I had no idea he had a weapon like that!” Steve yelled back just as a huge wave of energy smacked against the back of you, the man firing off the huge sonic weapon he unveiled.

As you grunted in pain, rolling to a stop, Steve grabbed your arm as you stumbled behind a wall, catching your breath and wincing from the pain.

“That didn’t look very fun” you heard a familiar voice through your coms as you looked up, seeing Tony and Rhodey coming in their suits.

“Took you long enough, where had you guys been?” Steve asked.

“Just went out for coffee, you guy’s didn’t want anything did you?” Tony quipped as he and Rhodey began firing at the sonic weapon, successfully stopping it from firing.

As they were doing so, you spotted another man coming out from a nearby building, pointing a weapon at Tony’s back. Quickly reacting, you grabbed Steve’s shield before jumping behind Tony. Tony spun around just as the man fired. He had a smaller sonic weapon that he fired at you. Hitting the shield it launched you back, Tony reached out and grabbed you, supporting you as you held up the shield, that was now reflecting the sonic beam.

Steve, when seeing what happened, quickly reacted by running quickly to the man and taking him out. You let down your arms in relief once he did, your arms feeling heavy from the weight of holding up the shield.

“Nice one newbie” Tony said as his helmet retracted revealing his face and the small present on it.

You sighed as you looked up at him “I’ll take that coffee now.” You joked, making him chuckle.

“Maybe I’ll get you one when we get back.” He said as he placed his hand on your upper back as he turned to Steve who was approaching. Handing back his shield Steve nodded his head at you as Tony spoke “You better be careful Cap, Y/n looked like a natural with that thing, if you’re not careful they’ll steal your job.” He turned as he began to leave “God knows they’d look better in the suit.” he finished with before he began to fly off with Rhodey further into the compound.

You and Steve looked at each other with similar eye rolls before you began to make your way through the compound to find the rest of the men you were after.

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You hummed quietly to yourself as you tapped your leg, reading over the file Fury had given you about a possible harmful organization you’d be checking out. Engrossed in your thoughts and the document you didn’t see Tony come in the room.

He leaned against the counter as he watched you for a moment, listening to the song you were humming to yourself. He felt a wave of nostalgia and melancholy as you continued to hum the tune, beginning to mumble quietly to yourself as you sang the lyrics.

“For I can see it, shining somewhere. Bright light’s somewhere invite me to compare-”

You cut yourself off as you flipped the page of the document you had as you continued to read.

“My mother loved that show.” Tony finally said, making your head shoot up as you looked at him surprised.

“Oh, Tony I didn’t hear you come in- Wait, you’re mother?”

He nodded as he walked towards you “She used to play the piano and sing songs from it all the time.” His thought went back to the last day he saw her and his father.

You smiled lightly at him “My father used to play the songs when he was working.” You replied making him smile.

“They had similar taste then.” Tony said before taking the file from your hands, “You’ve got a good voice you know.”

He said simply making you chuckle “You wouldn’t say that if you actually heard me try.”

Tony smiled at you as he handed the file back “I think I would.” He commented before turning away “We’ll be leaving in a few hours, so read up.”

You watched as he left the room, wondering why he says the things he does. He switched from flirty to nice so often it gave you whiplash. You smiled to yourself as you shook your head, reading over the files once again.

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You sighed to yourself as you looked around the crowded room as people drank and laughed. Tony was holding another party and the Avengers were more or less required to show up, at least for a little while. So you did your duty, dressed up nice and made an appearance. Though you had no real intention of staying all night.

“Nice outfit.” You heard a voice comment from behind.

Turning you see Tony, wearing a black silk suit and a smile. “You too” you said in reply as he came and stood right next to you, looking into the crowd of people.

“I didn’t think this was your kind of thing.”

You shrugged “It can be, sometimes. Doing it right after a mission that involved being shot at and attacked for four hours straight isn’t exactly ideal though.”

He cocked his head and smiled “Well, I wouldn’t have held it against you if you didn’t show. But I’m glad you did. I got to see you all dressed up.” He looked at you with a flirty smirk.

You met his eyes for a minute before smiling “Hmm” you hummed out before turning and walking into the crowd, leaving Tony to watch you with a mild look of confusion.

You hated that Tony’s flirtatious comments were getting to you. Not because it was annoying you, but because he flirted with everyone, which meant that most likely there wasn’t any genuine feelings behind them. And that was why they irritated you, because you wanted there to be something, anything behind his words. You had developed feelings for the rich playboy superhero, and you hated that his feelings could be one-sided. Part of you told you he did have feelings for you, but you couldn’t assume, you wouldn’t.

These thoughts drifted to the back of your mind as the night went on, distracted by the other Avengers and visitors you met with throughout the night.

As you watched small groups of people make their way to the dance floor, as the band began to play slower music, you felt a tap on your shoulder. Looking back, your eyes met those of a man named Thomas. A shield agent you had met a few times. Annoying, rude and thinks to highly of himself.

You put on a fake smile in greeting as he grinned at you “Y/n, I’m glad I finally got to catch you. I was wondering if you might dance with me.”

As you opened your mouth to speak, wracking your brain for an excuse, you were cut off as someone appeared by your side, somewhat cutting you off from Thomas.

“Hey there, sorry to interrupt there Tyler, but I’ve already got dibs on this dance.” Tony said as his hands lightly gripped your arms, pushing you towards the dance-floor.

“Uh, it’s Thomas sir- I”

“Oh, yeah sorry about that Tommy.” He replied quickly as he pulled you into the crowd.

As he pulled you closer to him and began leading in the dance you shook your head and chuckled “You’ve already got dibs on this dance?”

Tony shrugged his head “Oh, what you mean you didn’t know? You’re welcome by the way.” He said with a smile.

You chuckled lightly as you began dancing smoothly to the music, Tony’s hand rested lightly on your waist “I had a question.”

“Shoot” you replied.

“Did I offend you earlier. You walked off with an air of ‘shut up Tony’.” He asked while meeting your eyes.

You smiled lightly, you guess now was a better time than any to talk about it “I can only take so much of your empty flirting Tony. You should save it for the people who beg you for your attention.” You said while glancing at a group of people eyeing the two of you, mostly with indignation.

You saw an unusual emotion pass over Tony’s face before he leaned a little closer to you “Who said it’s empty flirting?”

“Isn’t it?” You asked curiously “You flirt with everyone that has a pulse and a pretty face.”

He scoffed “Oh come on, that’s keeping up appearances.” He said with mild offense before meeting your eyes “None of the flirting or complements I have said to you are empty.”

You stared at him for a moment, reading him. “Then why do you do it?”

A small smile crossed his face “Isn’t it obvious by now?”

“Work with me on this one.” You challenged, wanting him to say it. You needed to hear it.

Your dance slowed to a near stop as his gaze into your eyes grew in intensity. Leaning forward, he brought his lips close to your ear “I flirt with you because I like you, not platonically, not in a shallow on the surface way that everyone expects of me.” He leaned back, meeting your eyes, his face close to yours “I like you. A hell of a lot more than I’ve ever liked anyone else. And honestly, it scares the shit out of me. Because I’ve never felt this way for anyone, and it’s true, I flirt because it’s what I’m good at. I don’t know how to express myself any other way.”

Your heart began to beat heavier in your chest as he spoke, his eyes and voice telling you it wasn’t a joke and that he was telling the truth. You smiled at him, and saw him relax slightly as you did so. “And here I thought you’d never admit it.” you said quietly.

A smile broke out on his face as he tightened his grip around you, beginning to dance with you again. “Well, believe it or not, I’m not as confident as everyone thinks I am.”

“That’s alright, I don’t mind. I like that side of you.” You said with a smile.

Tony stood still suddenly, bringing you to a stop again as you looked at him curiously. Bringing his hand up be brushed his hand across the side of your face for a moment “I’m glad, you’re one of the few who’s seen it, and one of the few who I’d like to know about it, so maybe-”

“Keep it a secret?” you asked with an air of amusement.

“You understand me so well.” He quipped as he stared back into your eyes, his eyes flicking to your lips, an action you did not miss. “What are you doing tomorrow?” he quickly changed the subject.

“Nothing, it’s my day off.”

“Good, go out with me.”

“Where?”

“Haven’t decided yet but it’ll be fun.”

“Not another party though right?”

“No, just the two of us.”

“A date then?” You asked with a smile, which he mirrored.

“Exactly.”

“Sounds like a somewhat thought out plan to me, I’ll be there.”

You shared an amused smile as you continued to dance to the music, completely ignoring your surrounding as you finally aired out your feelings for one another.

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hepalien · 3 years

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Shrunkyclunks (Modern Bucky/Cap Steve) Fic Rec

Hate Sex & Hair Protocol by @maddiewritesstucky - Mature, 1.8k

SHIELD Agent Bucky, UST, Enemies to Lovers (in Steve’s head), Humor

They’re all full of shit, Steve decides.

His team don’t have a clue what they’re talking about, running their mouths about the way he and Bucky look at each other; the tension that seems to be at a constant near-snapping point between them.

'It’s called annoyance' Steve wants to yell in each of their faces, loud and one by one. It’s the pain of having to exist every day in close proximity with someone who drives you out of your fucking mind.

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In which Steve discovers that ire and desire may just exist side by side in his brain.

Stop interrupting my grinding series by @rohkeutta - Teen, 2.5k

Nurse Bucky, Wrong Number, Fluff, Humor

“I tried to call Sam,” Captain America says, bewildered. He’s sprinting like Usain Bolt and doesn’t sound even a little out of breath. Fucker. “Who’re you?”

“Someone who’s watching you live on TV,” Bucky tells him as the tiny patriotic figure on the screen takes the turns like he instructed. Bucky should probably be a lot more freaked out about this, but honestly? After a tour in the Middle East and six years as a nurse in New York, even this isn’t enough to ruffle him. One sees a lot of shit in the ER. “Also, you better hang up now, that thing is behind the next bend.”

“Uh, okay,” Captain America says. “Thanks?”

“Whatever,” Bucky says, disconnects the call and turns the TV off to get ready for his shift.

Save a Horse, Ride a Captain by @galwednesday - Teen, 2.7k

War Vet Bucky, Meet Cute, Fluff, Humor, Modern Howlies

Bucky tapped him on the shoulder, swaying back and forth a little as he waited for the man to turn around. “Hello,” he said, and then promptly forgot what else he was going to say, because this guy was fucking beautiful. “Wow. Good face.”

Two of the guy’s friends, a man wearing a suit that fit so well it had to be bespoke and a man with a cute little gap between his front teeth, started cracking up. The petite redhead sitting next to them cocked her head to the side and pulled her phone out of her handbag. Beautiful Face just looked kind of pained, so Bucky redirected. He was a gentleman. He could take a hint. No hitting on beautiful guys who were uncomfortable with that sort of thing, no matter how lickable their jawlines were.

“Hello,” he repeated, doing his best to mind his manners. “I’m very sorry to bother you. Can I have a piggy-back ride?”

You Make My Heart Skip A Beet by @musette22 - Teen, 3.8k

Chef Bucky, POV Outsider, Fluff, Humor

“I made soda bread.”

Steve lets out the 6’2” supersoldier equivalent of a squeak. “Oh, I love soda bread,” he says eagerly, rolling forward on the balls of his feet like he does when he gets excited. “My mom used to make it all the time when I was growing up.”

The tips of Barnes’s ears turn red, and he mutters something that sounds suspiciously like, “I know.”

more under the cut

Cafe Au Écoute by @littlesystems - Teen, 3.8k

Coffee Shop AU

No matter where Steve goes, there's always the chance that he'll overhear a conversation about himself - or rather, Captain America. This coffee shop is no different. The fact that he keeps eavesdropping well past the point of plausible deniability is another matter entirely.

#TweetMeDaddy by StarSpangled - Teen, 4.1k

SHIELD Employee Bucky, Misunderstandings, Crack, Humor

Coulson, for his part, stares up at Bucky with such a betrayed look of frozen horror that Natasha actually goes the extra step and presses another button, capturing the moment and airdropping the photograph to her phone for posterity. When he speaks, his voice comes out as a hoarse whisper. “Why…?” He swallows and starts again, trying for some semblance of normality. “...Why would you tweet something like that?!”

“If you must know, sir,” and somehow he manages to make ‘sir’ come out with the same inflection most people reserve for ‘motherfucking son of a bitch’, “it’s because I have a difficult time doing my job when my job involves monitoring the man with the best fucking ass in the United States of America.” He slowly lowers himself back into his seat until he’s at eye level, making extreme eye contact with Coulson until Coulson turns away to make mortified eye contact in Natasha’s general direction through the one-way glass. Natasha would take another picture, if she weren’t too busy catching Steve’s red-faced sputtering. “Sometimes, I vent to my Twitter followers. Sometimes, it’s about hot men with washboard abs. Can I go now, or do you need a graphic description of how I pleasure myself at night?”

at first chance i'd take the bed warmed by the body by @spacebuck - Explicit, 8.2k

YouTuber Bucky

This close, Steve can see exactly how beautiful his hands are. He’s never really noticed before, or at least he’s never really had a reason to notice, but the man’s hands are large, tanned like he works outside all day. There’s an endearing callus on the heel of one of his palms, and Steve can’t quite work out when calluses became endearing.

Steve pauses the video. Swallows hard. Casts his eyes around for anything that’ll keep his mind off the hands on his screen, off the words inked into those hands, the delicate shape of a bird’s wing, the curling edge of a vine.

He looks down. The name of the channel is right there, blaring the man’s name right into Steve’s brain until it feels like he’s known it all along.

Bucky Barnes.

OR: the one where Bucky's a youtuber who solves puzzles on camera, and steve's smitten and horny

Came with my cool (I dropped it) by @liionne - Teen, 9.2k

Yoga Instructor Bucky

"When you said I need to loosen up, I didn't think you meant literally."

"I meant it every way. Mentally, emotionally, and physically." Natasha says, and thrusts a yoga mat at him.

there once was a diamond by bloobeary - Teen, 11.3k

Fluff, Thanksgiving

"You," Becca seethes, and hits him with a wooden spoon. "Could have told me," Hits him again. "You were dating Captain America." Final hit, Bucky laughs. He supposes he deserves it, giving her no more information than the fact he was bringing his boyfriend to Thanksgiving dinner at her house and then showing up with Steve.

Salt by littleblackfox @thelittleblackfox - Mature, 12k

Bakery AU

The cinnamon roll is gone in four bites. Four indecent, jaw-unhinging bites, and Steve sucks the last traces of lemon and icing from his fingers with a low, throaty sound of satisfaction. He glances up at Bucky, who is leaning against the counter and watching him with avid fascination.

“Um…” Steve says around his index finger. There’s still a little icing on the bed of his fingernail, and he stops trying to work it off with his tongue.

“You know those movies where the girl eats an eclair or something, and it’s really, like, sexually charged?” Bucky asks.

Steve pulls his finger out of his mouth. He’s never seen that kind of movie, but the thought of Bucky eating an eclair is certainly… well, it lingers. “Uh?”

“Yeah, well that was the exact opposite.” Steve scowls, and Bucky cackles gleefully. “You are something else, Steve.”

Leg Day by Brokenpitchpipe - Explicit, 12.1k

Gym Thot Bucky

“So talk to him,” Sam says.

“I can’t,” Bucky groans. “I can’t, Sam, I. He just.” He fluffs his hair up and stares at Sam, distraught. “I want him to bench press me.”

“Okay, so it’s serious,” Sam interprets. “Got it."

(Or: The one where Sam is Bucky's long-suffering roommate, Bucky is a hot mess of a millennial, and Hot Steve spends far too much time on the Lat Pull-Down machine.)

Art Nouveau by voluptuous_panic - Explicit, 12.2k

Bartender Bucky, Tattooed & Pierced Bucky

Steve's on the worst date of his life. At least the bartender's cute.

much tattoo about nothing by @deisderium - Explicit, 14.5k

Tattoo Artist Bucky

Steve Rogers gets a lot of email requests, but never one like this: James Barnes wants to use his healing factor to practice tattoos.

Turns out tattoos give Steve boners.

No Wonder There's Panic in the Industry by sprinkle_of_cinnamon - Not Rated (I’d say Mature?), 20.5k

Stark Industries Intern Bucky, Team fic, Humor

In which Bucky Barnes and his BFF, Clint Barton, are NYU interns for Stark Media Group competing to be Pepper's favorite.

Or alternatively, the time Bucky assisted the P.A. team on the Steve Rogers piece and ended up (adopted) with a contact list full of Avengers.

Life of the Party by @aggressivewhenstartled - Explicit, 21.6k

Superhero Impersonator Bucky, Mistaken Identity

“You know, kids,” Steve heard from the backyard, “one of the most common threats a superhero has to face is inside an active volcano! We’re going to have to work on your evasion skills, so for the next five minutes, the floor is lava!” This was met by a sudden spike in both volume and pitch from the small children as they scrambled onto every raised surface they could find and immediately launched themselves right back off.

“I’ve never seen actual lava in my entire life,” Steve said, vaguely offended.

“You got a superhero impersonator for The Falcon’s niece’s birthday party,” Sam said, incredulous. “The Falcon, who is an actual superhero.”

Trust Enough by @geneticallydead - Explicit, 23.3k

Misunderstandings

“Saturday. Yeah, that’s good,” Steve says, and actually scuffs his shoe at the ground. Like a ridiculous shy superhero damsel. “Say eight? I live-“

“Yeah, big building with the A on it,” Bucky says, and can’t help a big stupid grin. Steve stares at him, looking a little dazed, and after their whole conversation it’s only now that Bucky’s brain catches up and realises Steve finds him quite attractive. So. Win for Bucky.

“Let me get your number,” Steve says finally, after they’ve stared stupidly at each other for about three hours, taking out his phone.

So they exchange numbers, and then Steve says he should go, and Bucky agrees, and they kind of stare at each other for a bit more, then Steve actually does go, but not before taking Bucky’s hand and squeezing it warmly in a way that makes Bucky want to shiver all over. Then Steve is gone, and Bucky is standing alone in the alley, grinning to himself.

Right up until the moment he remembers that Steve thinks Bucky is an escort he’s just hired.

Well fuck.

The Roommate by layersofart, Niitza - Teen, 28.6k

War Vet Bucky, Roommates AU, Humor, Fluff, Angst, Team fic

In which Steven G. Rogers, a.k.a. Captain America, gets a roommate. Who rapidly turns into his "roommate"—in the euphemistic sense of the word.

It takes SHIELD and the rest of the Avengers an absurd amount of time to notice.

Brooklyn Baby by sprinkle_of_cinnamon - Mature, 33.7k

Coffee Shop AU, Modern Howlies, Mistaken Identity, Team Fic

In which Bucky is just trying to live life and enjoy his unofficial official table at the obnoxiously hipster coffee shop but some guy named Steve stole his spot.

Or, the time that Bucky unintentionally befriended the Avengers and had no idea.

Never Talk to Strangers by mambo @whtaft - Teen, 40.4k

Grad Student Bucky, Slow Burn

Never Talk to Strangers: or; How a Forgotten Childhood Lesson Led Bucky Barnes to Appreciate Charlie Chaplin, Befriend an A.I., Slip on Soap Bubbles, Be Mistaken for a Succubus, and Try to Woo a Superhero.

Sinking Our Teeth In The Heart Of The Sun by fallendarlings @pressrestartwrites - Explicit, 102.8k

Single Dad Bucky, Kid Fic, Slow Burn, Domestic, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Steve has Autism

Bucky Barnes never intended to become a single father at 25. But life has always enjoyed kicking him while he's down and it's showing no signs of stopping. A chance meeting with a brick wall of a guy named Steve in the formula aisle of the grocery store leads to a friendship it seems like both of them need. If only Bucky could remember that's all they are- friends. If only Steve didn't slot into their lives so perfectly and look so good spoiling Bucky's daughter (and Bucky, despite his protests).

Oh, if only Steve didn't turn out to be Captain America.

Steve Rogers is wandering around a world that he doesn't fit into, fighting for a government that he doesn't trust, just because he doesn't know what to do with himself if he ever relaxes long enough to actually think about anything other than the next mission.

And then came Bucky Barnes and his newborn baby.

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steviespanties · 3 years

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Since Steve’s parents are out of town so often, he and Billy have a habit of hooking up at Steve’s place. Steve’s room is nice and all, but Billy has a thing for fucking Steve in his mom’s bed;; ((HI I LOVE YOUR ACCOUNT AND YOUR STORIES THANK YOU FOR CREATING SUCH MASTERPIECES💖💖))

THANK YOU SO SO MUCH AND ALSO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG TO ANSWER THIS!!! (This sent me down an interior decorating rabbit hole trying to figure out what Steve’s mom’s bed- and then her own room might look like😅😂 Please imagine a layout similar to this, but with another window on the other side of the bed for more light. The ‘sofa’ and bed look a lot more like this, but the colors and style are more similar to this and this room.) 2.2k words, rated E. Steve POV, some manhandling, some frottage, some rimming and dirty talk. Anal sex. Ya know. My usual.

Steve’s parents have a big enough house (and are rich enough) that his mom has an entire bedroom for herself. She calls it her boudoir, because it’s where her walk-in closet is and where she keeps all her fancy makeup, lesser used jewelry and perfumes. There’s a massive four-poster bed with floor-length drapes matching the curtains, a chaise lounge, a vanity, all in creamy white and bathed in warm lamp light.

Before he gets together with Billy, Steve doesn’t even think about it’s existence. It’s just another empty room, after all. The most he sees of the house are the entrance, kitchen, living room and the walk upstairs to his bedroom with his own bathroom. Hell, sometimes it slips his mind that he technically lives in what counts in Hawkins as a mansion.

Billy, however, becomes obsessed with the ‘boudoir’ in particular.

The first time he's supposed to really stay over, not just crash in Steve’s room and fuck him into his bed at 3am, he steps through the front entrance, whistles after a survey of the hallway and goes “Aren’t you gonna show me around?”

“Yeah, sure. Just take a pair of house shoes from over there.” Steve gestures towards the shoe rack in question and Billy’s expression goes from amused to disbelieving.

“Seriously?”

Steve glares at him. “Yeah. Seriously. My parents put in new flooring over the summer and now everything has to look pristine for the two times a year they have visitors over.”

It's such an unnecessary, stupid rule to enforce all of a sudden when Steve has rarely worn shoes around the house anyways.

He’s barefoot when it’s warm outside and leaves his shoes by the front door to change into thick wool socks during the cold months. And somehow, his parents still have found a new way to make him feel like he’s walking on eggshells in his own home.

Still, he watches Billy sullenly take off his shoes with growing amusement that gradually lightens the bad mood Steve’s gotten into just thinking about it. He figures he can give Billy a quick tour of the house and then order pizza. Watch a movie, fuck in an actual bed instead of getting each other off in the cramped backseats of their cars.

What happens instead is that Billy spends a ridiculous amount of time dragging Steve through his own home. He looks into guest rooms. Shoves his nose into cabinets. Looks out of windows like he’s staking out the neighborhood. (Woods. The neighborhood is mostly woods.)

“What are you, a spy?” Steve jokingly asks when Billy lifts up a painting to peek behind, like he’s looking for a safe. Billy scoffs, all mock-offended. But Steve can see a hint of a blush form on his cheeks. Gotcha. It’s kinda sweet how curious he is about the place, even if his main complaint is that it “feels like a show house.” Steve doesn’t have the heart to point out that he’s not too far off.

It’s when they step into his mom’s room that a predatory glint enters Billy’s eyes. “Ohh, is this where Mama Harrington sleeps?”

“Yeah. Sometimes. She wanted a room to get ready ‘in peace’. I’m pretty sure she just wants to drink prosecco in peace.” He watches Billy’s fingers trail over the fabric of one of the creamy white curtains framing the window. They part and his rings glint in the sunlight he’s suddenly bathed in. When he turns back around his hair is lit up gold and frames his head like a halo. Steve licks his lips. The fun thing about dating Billy is that he not only matches Steve in terms of libido, but seems to have a sixth sense for the moment Steve’s thoughts get distracted by his gorgeous everything.

Or maybe Steve just isn’t very subtle.

That glint in Billy’s eyes turns into hungry laser focus. Sets him into motion until he’s all pressed against Steve, a hot line of unrelenting muscle pushing him closer to the bed until they tip over and onto the mattress. Half hidden by more curtains hanging from the canopy. Sunlight follows them.

White teeth flash in an easy grin, quick and sweet, and then Billy’s lips are on Steve’s. His body weight pushes Steve into the creamy white bed cover and the air out of his lungs in a huffed laugh. Underneath him the texture of the blanket- distinct raised ribbing- digs into his skin. Billy’s hands dig into his hair.

The slick heat of Billy’s mouth and his thigh shoved between Steve’s legs is intoxicating. Makes it impossible to form a coherent thought when his focus narrows down on Billy on top of him, curls just long enough to fall down and tickle Steve’s face. He makes the most delicious sound when Steve grabs his ass and pulls him closer, till their hips are lined up just right. Steve pulls. Billy pushes. Like a conversation in a language purely made of heat and pressure, hitching breaths and choked moans. Against his own growing erection, painfully trapped in his jeans, he can feel Billy fill out as well. The pleasure is maddening. Enough to make Steve feel a burst of wetness pulse from his dick into his underwear. Enough to make him roll his hips up, searching for a better angle.

“Billy,” he sighs, not sure what he wanted to say afterwards. Just enjoys saying his name.

“We’re wearing too many clothes,” Billy complains in response, like he picked up whatever thought Steve dropped in the minuscule space between them. They break out into a familiar flurry of limbs and discarded clothes. A condom packet and a small bottle of lube make it from Billy’s discarded jacket onto the comforter next to Steve’s head. He snorts.

“You sure you weren’t a boy scout at some point? Feels like you’re always prepared to get your dick wet.”

Billy rolls his eyes, fond smile belying his annoyance. “Shut up. Turn around.” His voice has taken on that deep, rough tone indicating how much he’s turned on. Steve leans back instead, takes his dick in hand. Enjoys the rough drag of his dry palm when he drags it up in a loose grip. Just enough to tease. Billy raptly follows the movement. “Maybe I will if you ask me nicely.”

Oh, he loves this game. Put up a token bit of protest when Billy gets bossy, until he gets impatient and starts dragging Steve around until he’s nothing but putty underneath his hands.

“Show me your pretty hole, babe. I won’t ask again.”

Steve’s dick pulses in his hand. He watches Billy with half-lidded eyes. The way his muscles shift, getting ready to move. Hungry and powerful, like a big wildcat.

In the next second, he’s on Steve. Makes him gasp out an involuntary yelp when he easily flips him and drags him up by his hips. Until he’s on his knees, face buried in the bed cover and hot breath suddenly ghosts over his hole. There’s barely enough time to reorient himself before the scratch of Billy’s mustache and the slick warmth of his tongue press into his crack.

“Ah, fuck yes.”

He’s never done this before Billy. Not with any of the girls he fucked or dated. Not with Tommy, who he’s traded sloppy, shameful handjobs and blowjobs with. He doesn’t think he can ever get enough of feeling Billy’s tongue on his rim, swirling around until he’s dripping with saliva. Pushing inside where he’s sensitive, pressure and stretch of his hole making him squirm and push his hips back immediately.

It’s almost embarrassing how greedy he is for Billy’s mouth on him. His lips wrapped around his dick. His tongue shoved deep into his hole, held in place by those warm hands on his asscheeks. Holding him open so Billy can get even deeper, making him moan and drool into the blanket beneath him. It’s like a pulse, curls into him till his dick pushes out another spurt of precome and he can feel himself twitch, heavy and aching between his legs.

A slicked up finger joins Billy’s tongue. Makes the stretch just a bit more intense, but still so, so good. Billy only comes up for air when he adds a second finger. Steve can feel him rest his cheek on his ass, probably watching the movement of his fingers up close. He seems to have a thing for the sight of Steve’s rim stretched, his hole filled up and glistening.

“Gonna make you a complete mess in your mom’s bed,” Billy huffs into his skin. “Gonna make you cry and cream yourself all over her sheets.” He thrusts deeper and stretches his fingers until they tug at Steve’s hole and he groans with the ache. “Better get going then,” he tries to taunt. It falls flat with all that desperation laced through his words. The thing is, provoking Billy only gets you so far. Steve can tease him into impatience, but once he’s fully grasped control, he revels in it. Basks in Steve’s frenzied, futile attempts at irritating him. Like he’s had his chance, but the game is already won.

Steve doesn’t mind losing that much anyways.

“Just you wait,” Billy says fondly.

All Steve can focus on for a while is that glorious, slick movement of Billy’s fingers. The way he pushes in and out of him, stretches his rim and his insides, rubs over that spot inside of him that makes him frantically claw at the textured bed cover underneath him. Just long enough to make him whine and push back, pulse around a third finger that stretches him even wider.

At some point, when he’s reduced to a sweat-slick line of tightly wound pleasure, he finds himself empty. Barely registers the sound of a ripped open condom wrapper. Warm, humid breath over his spine that wanders up up up until there’s lips and teeth on his shoulder and Billy’s cock slowly pushes inside.

There’s a growing spot of drool-wet fabric his face presses into that swallows some of his moans. When Billy moves, satisfied sighs and barely coherent praises tumbling from his lips, Steve grasps the bed cover tight.

Billy’s hips find a rolling, unrelenting rhythm. The drag of his cock is a drug Steve can’t get enough of. Dreams about, just as much as he dreams about the tight heat of Billy around his dick.

He wishes he could turn around and admire Billy’s flushed face. Hold him between his spread legs. Get lost in his eyes and dizzy from his freckles. But Billy’s weight on his back and his mouth sucking hickeys into the back of his neck isn’t bad either. He tries to hold himself up, tries to concentrate on carrying that weight on his back, but with each thrust inside it’s like his knees spread wider and his elbows sink down until he’s pressed flat onto the bed. And then his dick makes contact with the bed cover and gets pushed right into it right along Billy’s thrusts.

“Ah!” The moan is embarrassingly loud. Louder than any other noise he’s made so far. Of course, Billy picks up on it.

“You gonna be a good boy and blow your load all over your mommy’s sheets?”

“Shut- shut up, fuck.” Billy just laughs, voice shot to hell.

Even if Steve wanted to, he can’t escape that mouthwatering pleasure the additional drag of rough fabric against his dick provides. Because even if he wanted to try, he can’t pull away from Billy’s weight on top of him. His heavy, thick cock inside of him that holds him open and fills him up.

He comes with a sob. Pushes his face harder into wet fabric. Pushes his dick through his own mess. Pushes his hips back to meet Billy’s thrusts, even when it becomes just a bit too much.

Billy rests his entire weight on him when he comes with a deeply satisfied groan. Through their aftershocks, he buries his face in Steve’s hair and they rest in companionable silence.

It’s not the last time they end up fucking on that bed, no matter how many times Steve complains about the laundry with flushed cheeks.

...

Steve isn’t enough of an idiot to not understand that Billy likes to fuck him in his mom’s bed because he likes the conquest of a room that’s ‘forbidden’. He’s the same at parties, likes to sneak into rooms he’s not supposed to be in. Likes the thrill of doing something nasty with Steve in a place his mom will walk into and never even suspect what’s happened.

And Billy? Billy doesn’t want to admit it, especially not to Steve’s face, but... the way Steve’s hair looks against the creamy-white sheets in his mom’s bedroom? The soft yellow glow of light, the blush that spreads from his cheeks down to his neck, to his chest faster than it does anywhere else- it’s addictive.

The best part, the one they both like a little too much is what happens afterwards. When the raised ribbing of the bed cover has left indents on Steve’s face where it’s been pressed down. On his arms and knees. On his back, where only Billy can see and trace it for the rest of the night, reverent and sweet.

#asks #OHH my god I'M SO FLATTERED THANK YOU SO MUCH😭💖💖💖#I hope you're having a LOVELY day and you like this!!#saberghatz #(also i'm so sorry this took ages to answer bc i took so long to write this?? jfc!!!)#harringrove #harringrove fic

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passivenovember · 3 years

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You Look Stupid When You’re Sad.

Steve Harrington smelled of sour patch kids and unbaked cookie dough.

Billy didn't think it was a bad smell, exactly, just weird; intense, heady, and stuck to the walls of his brain. Doughy when the sunlight couldn't dry the track marks of Steve's sweat before nap time, heady when it got into Billy's system and stuck with him like the thrum of his heartbeat.

Wherever Billy went Steve Harrington was there. Like a shadow. A noisy, scrawny, wire-frame glasses wearing shadow that elbowed its way into the chair across from Billy's during lunch and followed him around at recess; three feet behind and always pretending to spot interesting shapes in the clouds when he thought Billy wasn't looking, but.

Billy was always looking.

It was so weird.

Steve was so weird. The way he made bright, happy noises when he was paired with Billy for station time, how he always drug his mat over from the other side of the room to sleep next to Billy when it was time to zonk out after second recess despite knowing that the spot was saved for Barbara, Billy's actual best friend.

She got nightmares and Billy liked to be there to hold her hand while she dreamed but every afternoon, without fail, Steve came wondering over with his lip stuck out in a question.

It was confusing.

Steve was so confusing. The way he hugged his mat to his chest, chin quivering with a little, "Okay. Sorry, Bills." Every time Billy slapped his hand on the carpet and growled that the spot was taken. Occupation, not reserved for pasty-kneed dorks with wire frame glasses, and.

Billy didn't want to make the kid cry, or anything, but he always managed to do just that. Paint himself as a bad guy.

Billy rubbed his forehead as Barb settled in on his left hand side one afternoon after such an altercation, smiling so big her lips disappeared behind the plastic frames of her glasses.

"What's wrong, Stevie?" She asked, and.

Billy tried not to be jealous.

Steve hiccupped, cheeks growing redder by the second. "I wanna nap with you guys but Billy won't let me."

"Hey, that's not--"

"You can sleep with us if you want to. Billy has a really big blanket, maybe he can share with both of us." Barbara looked at him expectantly, like. "Right Billy?"

And it was dumb.

It was so dumb, that they were staring at him with hopeful eyes and Steve's chin was still quivering and Billy didn't want to be the bad guy; he wasn't Mesogog and he didn't want to hurt the kid's feelings, but.

Steve Harrington got under his skin. With his soft hair and big brown eyes, always following Billy around and begging for the space to be made. Billy got clumsy and nervous when Bambi was nearby, and.

The idea of sharing space. Sleeping next to Steve with his chirpy little noises and warm soft hands, it.

Made Billy feel like he was breaking out in itchy red bumps.

No.

He would stick to his guns; the blanket just wasn't big enough for three people. But then, Billy's grumpy brain supplied, Steve could steal Barbara and keep her as his own best friend if Billy didn't let him stay, so. It was time to cut his losses.

"God, you look stupid when you're sad." Billy muttered.

Steve started crying again.

Billy really wished he'd stop that.

"I'm sorry, Billy. I know I'm dumb but I don't mean to be." Steve whimpered. He tucked his mat under his arm and made to get up.

And leave.

As if Billy would let Steve make him look bad in front of everyone, especially Barbara.

"Lay down, dork." Billy grumbled, tugging the blanket up around his shoulders and peeling it back for Steve reluctantly.

Harrington's smile was so bright it could've melted crayons when he settled in close, chirping happily as Billy pulled the blanket around them and tucked in on impulse. The room went dark, Mr. Talamantez reminding them to count butterflies if sleep wouldn't come.

It didn't.

Steve smelled too much like cream and sugar for Billy to get any rest at all.

"Whatcha making, Billy?" Steve asked, pink tongue poking out in concentration as he peered over Billy's arm at his art project.

A stack of pink and red construction paper was Billy's favorite thing in the world because it meant endless possibilities. Pink was soft and sweet, red was passionate and cool. Like hot wheels and firetrucks and hearts full of warm oven mitts, so.

He pulled the leaflets from his backpack during circle time and got busy, carefully folding the delicate paper hamburger style and then tracing swirly, dramatic lines for each heart on the page.

Valentines was Billy's most favorite day of the year.

Even more than Christmas, even more than his birthday, and only a little bit more than Halloween because on Valentines? The whole universe was covered in flowers and little tin wrapped chocolates and love hearts were the best thing for a kid to make with scissors.

Billy ignored Steve's tongue, turning his shoulders to the room. "I'm making love hearts."

"For who?"

"None of your beeswax."

"Okay," Steve said happily, grabbing a handful of markers and re-situating himself much closer than Billy would've liked. Steve's Nike's tapped the itsy-bitsy-spider on the rug as he declared, "I'm drawing batman on a surfboard!"

And Billy tossed aside his first ruined Valentine. "Oh cool, I don't remember asking."

"That's okay," Steve giggled. "Sometimes I get motor mouth. My Daddy says it's 'cause I'm a fruit."

"My daddy called me that sometimes before he got sick." Billy turned to glare at him. "That's not a good thing."

"It is to me!" Steve giggled again. He was always doing that. "I like Kiwis. My mommy packed some for lunch and I had them for breakfast. They're yummy in geek yogurt. They make me smile because they have beards!"

Steve cackled like kiwi's having beards was the funniest thing on earth and Billy wondered what there was to be so happy about.

He tried not to smile at Steve's dumb face. "I think you mean Greek yogurt."

"Yeah, probably. If I'm like a kiwi, that's alright, I think." Steve's tongue poked out again. "Surfboards make me think of you." He declared, and.

Steve smelled like toasted chocolate on s'mores, his hands somehow kicking up more of his sugary sweet odor each time he reached for a new piece of paper. Billy didn't know how he was supposed to get anything done when his circle buddy smelled like a chocolate birthday cake.

It was kinda gross.

Billy pulled out a sliver marker and traced Stinky Butt Max on one of the smaller Valentines, remembering to fold down the corners so the sensitive skin on her palms wouldn't get hurt when she inevitably started smacking him it.

The pink Valentine looked more like a chewed up Starburst gummy this way, but. Max wouldn't know the difference.

Steve peered over his shoulder again, cooing softly. Like a baby dove. "That ones pretty, Bills! Is Max your Valentine?"

"Ew," Billy wrinkled his nose like he sometimes did when Max needed a diaper change. "She's my baby sister, don't be an Ick Monster."

"What's an Ick Monster?"

"Somebody who makes weird jokes and says weird things, so." Billy shrugged, scrawling his mothers name on a second love heart. He poked Steve's tummy with his marker. "That's you, I think."

Steve giggled before slapping Billy's hand away, and. Watching him work.

After a while Steve inched closer. "So you don't have a Valentine?" He wondered, and.

Billy didn't understand the question. "Mr. Talamantez said we're all each other's Valentines so nobody feels sad."

"Yeah, but. Everybody has someone they want to smooch on Valentines." Steve started playing with his hair, fingers twisting waves in a sea of brown, like they sometimes did when he was nervous. "Someone they like best-best. Better than all the other kids."

Now it was Billy's turn to giggle. "That's icky."

"Smooching?" Steve's eyes sparkled. "It's fun sometimes."

"Like you've ever kissed anyone."

Steve looked offended. "Have too."

"Have not."

"Have too," Steve pouted, crossing his arms.

Billy began work on a third Valentine. "Who did you kiss?"

"Nancy Wheeler."

Billy snorted, not sure if he wanted to imagine Steve kissing Nancy Wheeler, or. Kissing at all.

Steve's chin started quivering. "You don't believe me?"

"No." Billy said lightly, capping the marker with a sniff.

Kissing was not fun. It was wet and violent and looked like it maybe hurt a little bit, the way he'd seen his mom and Susan kiss when he got up to go potty at night. Billy regarded Steve through easy, narrowed eyes; Steve wasn't the kind of boy who kissed like that.

"How come you're so weird?" Billy wondered.

"I like being weird." Steve said, reaching for a green marker to color in his surfboard. Steve nodded at the small pile of Valentine's strewn on the carpet between them. "You should put the love hearts on foam when you're done."

"I was already gonna do that, genius."

Billy wasn't already going to do that, but he'd eat a centipede before he let Harrington know he came up with a good idea.

"They could be superhero colors!" Steve hollered suddenly. He was so loud all the time. "That way your mommy and sissy can know that you love them because they're cool. Like Aqua-man."

Billy frowned, watching Steve fold his Batman drawing over and over again until it all but disappeared from sight. He leaned back against the wall with an eye roll, shocked out how much Harrington lacked any concept of taste, or.

Shame.

"Aqua-man isn't cool," Billy said. Because Aqua-man wasn't, he was like. The lamest of them all. "His only power is making the bad guys drown, at least the other heroes can punch really hard."

"Punching isn't always the best, though." Steve tucked Batman into the front pocket of his shirt, leaning into Billy's space. "Sometimes punching just makes the bad guys stronger. Like Wilson Fisk."

Billy frowned. "Punching works for Spiderman."

Steve considered this fact, pink tongue poking out from the corner of his mouth again. He thought really hard for a long time, as if Steve didn't have Spiderman socks on everyday at recess when he removed his Nike's to fill them with rocks.

Such a weird guy.

Finally, Steve smiled. "I like water, though. Your eyes are like water. From the fountain in the hallway, and like the lake at camp." Steve pushed his way into Billy's space, frowning with his head cocked to the side like there was more thinking to cross of the list. "You're very pretty, Billy. Like a cloud."

And.

Billy didn't have the words to articulate the way Steve's smell went a little crazy after that, like a bag of powdered sugar had caught fire from a signal light once he realized what he'd said. Billy waited for Steve to take it back, because.

Boys calling other boys pretty wasn't allowed in Mr. Talamantez' classroom, or. Anywhere else.

Steve didn't take it back.

"You wouldn't like Aqua-Man's water, 'cause you'd drown." Billy said, getting back to work on his Valentines if only for a distraction from the way Steve was watching him. "He doesn't control his power very well and sometimes the mean guys get hurt real bad."

Steve kept right on talking. "I wouldn't be a mean guy though," He reasoned, sliding impossibly closer on the alphabet rug. "I'd help him fight crimes. Like Captain Underpants!"

And.

Billy had nothing to say to that, sucked in and drowning by the way Steve's eyes were glittering.

"You're a weird guy, you know?" Billy breathed.

Steve's giggle went right to Billy's tummy, teaching it to do backflips, somehow.

"That's okay." Steve said, reaching back for a fresh piece of paper. "You'll remember me better and maybe you'll ask me to be your Valentine."

Steve's hair fell across his eyes, head bopping along to whatever song he was singing to himself today. His lips glittered like a frosted donut. Like he'd been eating a strawberry ice cream cone instead of confusing all the boys around him.

Maybe you'll ask me to be your Valentine.

Huh.

Billy started work on a new love heart and pretended not to notice.

On Tuesday morning Billy woke to the smell of pancakes and fresh squeezed orange juice.

Maxine was already up.

Her long red hair was piled on top of her head in two Princess Leia buns. Susan had put in little heart clips and the pink dress Billy's mommy had made special was already covered in mashed banana and something that looked like magic marker.

She was all ready for Valentines day.

Billy didn't understand why they bothered trying to make her look dainty when Max was more interested in destroying Billy's favorite toys and starting fires.

She sat on the floor of the room they shared together, sucking her thumb and playing with Billy's favorite race car. Her wet, chubby fingers made the blue Camaro shine brightly with spit and Billy felt like his face was burning up.

"Hey," He said, rubbing at his eyes. "Hey, you're getting spit all over my--"

"Race car!"

Max held it out to him triumphantly. Billy frowned, moving to grab it from her chubby little fist. "I know that's my race--"

"It's a blue car," Max said thoughtfully. She looked at him, like, "Blue cars are my favorite."

"It's my favorite too--"

"Can we share?" Max wondered, putting the little wheels on Billy's knee and letting the car zoom back and forth. He imagined that Evel Knievel was in the drivers seat wondering why his car wasn't first in the race.

She looked happy, like always, to be playing with Billy's toys.

He sighed. "Yeah, I guess we can share. It's Valentine's Day."

Max seemed to enjoy that. "I like today!"

"You do?"

"Yup," She said happily, little chubby fingers tangling in Billy's hair because he hadn't brushed it yet. "Candy and sour gummy worms and kisses from cute boys!"

Billy glared. "You're kissing cute boys?"

"Uh-huh!" Max hollered. "Lucas gave me a dandelion."

Billy thought long and hard.

About Valentines Day and all the things that came with it. The pink shirt that hung pressed in his closet, fresh cupcakes with plastic rings, a bag of Scooby-doo Valentines Susan had picked up at the market for all his classmates, homemade love hearts at the bottom of his backpack. Three with red foam, one with a delicate lace doily, and.

Kisses.

Max was getting flowers and kisses from a boy.

From someone special.

Billy took the race car from Max's hand and drove it around, thinking about boys with brown eyes and soft hands.

Maybe you'll ask me to be your Valentine.

"Wanna eat some breakfast, Max?"

"I had 'nanas." She said with a smirk.

Billy hummed, standing to get dressed. "Mama probably made chocolate chip pancakes, you don't wanna eat something special?"

Max's little red eyebrows pinched together. "I can have yours?"

And.

Billy didn't know what was so necessary to her about taking everything that was his. Playing with his toys, sleeping in his pj's, eating his breakfast, it was like Max didn't know how take something and make it her own.

Billy pulled the pink shirt over his head, feeling every bit like a turtle when Max did the same with the collar of her dress.

"You can have my pancakes." Billy concluded, puffing out his chest. "If you'll be my Valentine."

"You don't have a boy to kiss?"

"I might," Billy picked the race car off the ground with a smile. "This is practice for when I see him at school. So, will you be my Valentine?"

She thought about it.

Long and hard, tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth, before nodding with her entire body. "I think he will."

Billy sighed. "Really?"

"If you give him sour gummy worms and smooch his forehead he will," Max said.

And.

Maybe things would turn out okay. Billy nodded, grabbing the race car and driving it across Max's forehead, careful that the little plastic wheels didn't get stuck in her hair.

From the stucco ceiling of the classroom beautiful strands of silver and gold hearts painted a mirage of stars.

All the desks had a rose and a cardboard mailbox intended for the delivery of Valentines and at the center of the room a table filled with cupcakes and strawberry Capri-sun packets. Preparation for the party this afternoon, and.

Mr. Talamantez had turned their space into a glittering, perfect fairytale.

Billy hugged his basket of Valentines close to his chest and tried not to search for Steve before dropping his backpack at the cubby station.

He was right in the middle of tugging his special sweater down over his head when Barbara scooted in next to him, pretty in a little pink jumpsuit.

She handed him a tiny, delicate giftbag full of chocolate hearts and dinosaur erasers, smiling from ear to ear as Billy hugged her nice and tight before handing off something he had made special. A tiny paper crane his mommy helped him fold, and a bunch of rainbow goldfish sat nestled in a basket of paper Mache.

They were her favorite snack in the whole world and Barbara was Billy's favorite person, so it seemed fitting.

She hugged him and Billy smiled, peering around the room for a head of wavy brown hair. "We could share our presents with Steve," He muttered, like. It wasn't a big deal or anything. Billy tugged on the sleeves of his red sweater and tried to stay cool. "Where is he?"

Barbara pointed to the book shelves.

Steve was sat under a string of twinkly lights, shoulders tucked against the pillows Mr. Talamantez set aside for circle time. His face was buried in the crook of his elbow, and.

He was crying.

Of course he was crying.

Billy felt the Valentine in his pocket grow heavy.

Barbara said, "Steve broke his glasses, maybe you could make him smile?"

And.

Billy wanted to do that. Longed to make Steve giggle and chirp with happiness like the annoying little Meadowlark he seemed be. It would be so easy to. Walk over there, tap Steve's shoulder, and say the words.

Pose the question.

Will you be my Valentine?

Steve was making huffy, nervous little noises when Billy came to a stop beside him.

"Hey Harrington, playing with all your friends?" Billy sneered, confident that Steve would giggle like he was did, but.

When he finally turned around his face was red and puffy. As if he'd been crying all morning and all night, too.

"What do you want, Billy?" Steve whispered.

He sounded sleepy. Spread thin, like the last spoonful of jam on burned toast.

"What's wrong?" Billy asked carefully. "What happened?"

Steve sat and rubbed at his eyes, chin wobbling as more tears spilled over. "My daddy broke my glasses." He whispered.

And Billy hated it.

He always hated when Steve cried but today. Right now, he.

Felt like he had to do something about it.

Billy took the love heart from his pocket and sat down next to Steve, cuddling back into the pillows until their shoulders were touching. It took all of five seconds for Steve to settle in next to him. Roll his head back against the wall until he was looking at Billy with a question in his eyes.

Steve looked at Billy's shoulder and back up at his face, like.

"Can I--"

"Come here, stupid." Billy grumbled, Pulling Steve in until they were cuddling on the pillows.

Steve chirped. It wasn't his usual sound, light and airy, it was.

Thick.

And heavy.

Like a blanket sopped with rain water. Steve buried his face in Billy's neck. "I don't have any Valentines to give this year."

"That's okay."

"I made something special for you," Steve whispered, pulling back to study Billy's face. "I know Mr. Talamantez said we weren't supposed to, but--"

"Will you be my Valentine?" Billy's stupid mouth said.

Steve blinked at him, and.

Billy wanted to hide in the bathroom for thousand years.

Steve pulled away to sit crisscross-applesauce. Facing Billy, like this was something important. "Huh?"

Billy mirrored him, tucking his hands away so they wouldn't shake when he held out the love heart.

It was pink. Big and bright and outlined with a white doily that Susan helped him glue around the edges. Billy had dug through Max's box of stickers for the one with Winne the Pooh, the one he'd been saving for someone special. Winnie was covered in tiny valentines, eating right out of a jar of honey with a butterfly sitting on his nose, and.

Billy had thought it was perfect.

He worked for hours on the font. The saying that made his mommy laugh when he read it to her; you're bear-y sweet. Be my Valentine.

Steve took the love heart in his hands, and.

Didn't say anything.

Billy frowned. "I just. Remember you asked me to be your Valentine, or. For you to be mine. And--" His hands were shaking again. "It's stupid. God, this is--"

Steve leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek.

It was gentle. Like the brush of butterfly wings, barely there and then gone before Billy had a chance to really register the movement, or. Think about what it could mean.

Steve wasn't crying anymore when he said, "I'll be your Valentine."

Billy's brain took a minute to catch up. "Huh?"

"I'll be your Valentine, Billy." Steve giggled, staring down at the love heart once more. "This is so cute. I loved Winnie the Pooh when I was a baby. My mom always put me in footie pajamas that had Eeyore on them. And tinker bell too, sometimes. You could've put the Red power ranger on there instead. He's my favorite--"

Billy sat back against the pillows.

He was learning that Steve Harrington was weird.

Like a puzzle with one piece missing, or. An empty tube of bubble mix. Steve was colorful and loud and all over the place with opinions. He shined bright and loved hard, and.

Sometimes it was best to sit back and listen.

Happy Valentines Day!!

I really just sat down and wrote this. Wow. Anyway--thank you for reading and supporting my work. Your comments and endless kindness keep me going when I don't always feel like trucking on, and I wanted to do something to remind you that if this was an elementary school classroom I would give you so many lollipops.

#harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #valentines day #first kiss #kidfic #soft billy hargrove #I know I'm late #but I love ya #and I will everyday #so really #everyday is valentines #not to be a fucking sap #but it;s true

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modern-vellichor · 4 years

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In Her Blood; One

Pairing: Dads Best Friend!Bucky x reader

Warnings: Age gap (reader is 24 ish, bucky is like 100 yk), daddy issues, uncomfortable home life, mentions of abortion/unwanted pregnancy, implied smut, steve being a shitty dad, smoking.

Bucky stood, leaning against the kitchen island in his best friends house. Steve is standing opposite him, Sam sitting at the kitchen table, their daughter, Sarah, next to him.

He hears the door open and close, the sound of wheels on hardwood floor. Then he hears a voice, sweet and song like, calling out

"hello?"

Sarah's face lights up, she jumps from her chair and just as another girl appears in the door, she leaps into her arms. The other girl chuckles, throwing her arms around Sarah and cooing. "Hey, chicken, I missed you"

The girl dislodges herself from Sarah, smile plastered on her face, beaming. She wraps an arm loosely around Sam's shoulder, "Hiya, dad", she places a soft kiss on his head.

She simply nods at Steve, a look almost chastising him was thrown. "Steven".

And then she turns to Bucky, and sticks out a hand. Her tone changes to something familiar and sweet.

"And you must be Bucky", he takes her hand, "I'm Y/N"

Bucky is confused, he doesn't remember Steve ever talking about a Y/N in his life. Apparently his confusion was evident, because she bursts into offended laughter, scoffing at Steve.

"Oh, he didn't tell you about me? that's rich", she stated, rolling her eyes. She turned her attention back to Bucky.

"Hi, I'm their eldest daughter", Bucky couldn't hide his surprise.

Steve never told him he had two daughters, he only ever spoke about Sarah. Sarah who aced her SATS, Sarah who started law school in September, Sarah who was his proud and joy. And now here was this new girl, who couldn't have been older than 25, standing tall and stoic before him.

Sarah and Sam observed the scene from the table, they watched with a sadness in their eyes.

Instead of questioning further, he simply introduced himself, smiling at the girl and shaking her hand. Doing anything to diffuse the suffocating tension.

"Yeah, I'm Bucky. It's nice to meet you"

"You too, you live close?"

"just down the road, what about you?"

"Art school in Paris, home for the summer"

She had a twinkle in her eyes as soon as she mentioned Paris, Bucky's smile grew wider, as did hers.

"Paris?"

"Paris", she nodded, excited.

"That must be nice"

"Its beautiful, much nicer than this shithole. Its heaven on earth over there" They spoke as Sam dragged Steve out of the kitchen into the hall, and as Sarah disappeared to her bedroom.

Sam pulled Steve out by the arm, dragging him away from the kitchen, away from Y/N.

"what the hell, Steve? you don't even talk about her? Shes your daughter!", he whispered as loudly as he could, scalding his partner.

Steve sighed, running a hand over her face. "She doesn't want anything to do with me"

"That's your fault, you gave up on her before her life had even started. You told her you didn't want her. Did you even know she was coming home? Did you care enough to remember?"

"I remember her telling Sarah something about it, Sarah passed on the message, wasn't paying attention"

"Christ's Sake, Steve"

Sarah ran to her room. Away from the looks her father gave her sister, away from the tension, away from her dad's tears, away from the memories flooding back to her.

She hated Steve for ruining Y/N the way he did, and he hated him even more for never apologising. She doesn't blame Y/N for running away to Paris either, she seems happier there.

She still loves her father though, that would never change.

Bucky sat with Sam at the table, beer in hand. Steve had long retired to bed, the two girls were giggling in Sarah's bedroom. The two men were silent, and in Buck's need for conversation, he let his curiosity get the better of him.

"What's the deal with Y/N?"

Sam paused, for a second and then sighed.

"She's Steve's bio daughter, had her with some woman a few years back, before we got together, before Sarah. When Sarah came around their relationship went to shit, Steve didn't like it. She ran away to Paris for school, stopped talking to Steve, dont blame her"

"sounds tough. How old was she when she left?"

"22, poor Sarah was only 16, broke her heart to see Y/N leave"

Bucky was used to being around all the time, but now summer had rolled around, he was here all the time.

practically living in their house. Sarah was used to his presence, but Y/N was wary. She rarely spoke, especially when Steve was around. She grasped at any chance to get out of the house, or to lock herself in her room.

It was either 'bonding time with her sister', or 'making up for lost time', and if not that it was 'school work', or 'extra curriculars'.

Bucky woke in a sweat, he had slept in the guest bedroom. Nightmares followed him though. He silently made his way down the stairs, padding softly on the carpet. The backdoor was ajar slightly, the familiar smell of smoke wafting through the crack.

He pushed it open to find you, blanketwrapped around your shoulders, cheeks wet from old cheeks, a cigarette smouldering between dainty fingers.

He said nothing as he sat next to you, mimicking your position, crossing his legs. He brought the cigarette to his lips, taking in a long drag, before handing it back to you. You laughed, "I didn't think you smoked"

You brought the smoke to your lips, tasting him on the butt, infused in the filter.

"I used to, back in the war"

"everyone smoked back in the war" Bucky nodded along, smiling with you. You rested your head on his shoulder, he smelled familiar and soft.

"What's the deal with you and your dad"

In a moment of exhaustion fueled vulnerability, you didnt think about your answer, instead just spewing out the truth.

"I dont think he actually wanted me, I think he just couldn't let my mom get an abortion"

You sat together, in silence for a while, before you sat up, and turned your body to face him. You studied him. You traced his statuesque features, steely eyes, plump lips, your eyes played at his carved abdomen, dancing over his arms, one shining in early morning light.

He studied you in turn, tired and sad eyes, smoke spilling softly over perfect lips. Beautiful body curling in on itself in the cold.

You leaned forward, lost in your subconscious, desperate for a close look, you wanted to see the cracks and pores and scars littering his tan skin. "why are you awake?", you whispered.

"nightmare"

Your eyes fell to your legs as you giggled softly, "so that makes two of us"

"well maybe I can make you feel better"He gripped your chin, forcing your gaze to his. It was strangely intimate, that's what hurt the most. He pressed his lips to yours. You returned the kiss of course. Desperate and vulnerable, your arms snaked around his neck, his hands pawing at your hips and thighs.

This was wrong, you knew it was. You had already decided that this was a bad idea, you didn't care. Not with his fingers playing at the hem of your shirt, or carded in your hair, tugging lightly to pull the sweetest of moans from the depths of your chest.

Oh, you'd regret this later. But now, you were lost in the feeling of his lips on your neck, and his hands down your shorts. The soft silk of your bed sheets were a welcome contrast to hard metal and hot flesh. A welcomed distraction from the pure filth he whispered against your skin, leaving colourful bruises in his wake.

"please", you mewled over and over as he chuckled darkly. You knew this was wrong, but those thoughts weren't at the forefront of your mind as cool fingers expertly invaded your body and his tongue was licking hot stripes up your bare thighs.

Then, as you were slowly coming down from a lust drunk state of mind, he had the guts to pull you close against his chest. You knew who Bucky Barnes was. You knew he was best friends with Steve and Sam. You knew his past, you knew his present. Here you were, curled against him like he cared.

You weren't stupid. You knew he had objectified you to gods end. You knew that he thought you were less of Steve's daughter than Sarah. He had completely dissociated you from Steve and Sam, Sarah too.

So you waited, until his breathing had slowed and his heart rate was near nonexistent. And you pulled him off of you, and you sat yourself up, swinging your legs onto your carpeted floor. Back bone straight. He didn't care so much now, he definetly didnt act it-

He moved, rolling towards you, snaking his arms around your waist and humming.

"hey"

You froze.

"hey", you stared down at the man in your bed, strands of dark hair framing his herculean face. Blue eyes boring into yours.

"I'm sorry"

"for what?"

"about you and Steve, it must be tough"

You pulled the hair tie from his hair, snapping it around your wrist, running slender fingers through knotted locks.

"don't you worry about it"

"I suppose i'll see you to it, then", he untangled himself from you and picked his belongings up from the floor, pulling his clothes back on.

"see you around, soldier", you smiled.

He stopped in your doorway, throwing a smile back at you. "you too, kotenok"

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plus-size-reader · 4 years

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Those Eyes pt.2

Bucky Barnes x Plus size!reader

Word Count:1421 words

Warnings: bit of an AU, anxiety, panic attack, PTSD

Summary: The answers come to the reader, but it isn’t really as simple as just the truth.

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You could feel a scream pulling at your lips as you stared at the now rather alarmed looking man. However, there was no room for any explanation from you because there was currently no air in your lungs.

All you could do was stand there, shaking, as you tried to calm your racing heart.

There was no way that the man standing in front of you was the same man who killed your parents but if you could suspend logic for a moment, you were sure. You were beyond sure that those were the eyes you'd seen all those years ago.

The eyes of a man who spared you, even though he butchered your parents.

It was possible that it was some kind of combination of exhaustion and stress but you simply didn't think so. You knew that there was something completely and totally wrong, but the words to explain just didn't exist.

Running through your veins right now was a fear you hadn't felt in a very long time, a real fear that nothing else had ever been able to rival.

"Is everything okay? Do I need to get you something? Do you need to sit down?" he asked, reaching out gently to try and stabilize you which certainly didn't help. As soon as he reached out toward you, you screamed.

It was a blood curdling scream, one that could only rival the woman in those terrible horror movies Tony would make you watch every Halloween. Not only did Bucky back up at that though, but a gaggle of others came running toward the sound.

Unsurprisingly, your brother was the first to reach the door, swinging it open without a second thought. He was greeted with quite the sight, between the broken glass on the floor and you practically shutting down.

Even still, he didn't skip a beat.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm here with you, just breathe" Tony cooed, wrapping his arms tightly around your frame to try and keep you from shaking even more, trying to coax you into your breathing exercises.

These were things he'd learned as a young man, when he had to learn how to navigate the childhood trauma you'd experienced after the accident. You used to have random panic attacks just like this one all the time or terrible night terrors that he had to talk you down from.

While it hadn't happened in a long time, evidently it was like riding a bike, he had never really forgotten how to do it.

"What happened?" Steve asked in a hushed whisper, looking over his best friend as if something had happened with him. As far as he knew, Bucky could have been having an episode of his own. After all, he wasn't the only one left bruised and paranoid over the events of that night.

Not that you knew that.

"She panicked, I don't know. She didn't say anything" the dark haired man tried, rattled in his own right over the way you'd reacted. As far as he knew, he hadn't done anything to set you off but maybe it wasn't something he was aware of.

Thankfully, Tony was quick to step in to explain, as you were no longer in a position to even stand on your own, led alone talk through what you were thinking. You were probably going to be nonverbal for at least half an hour after this.

"Are you okay to go with Nat while I clean this up?" he asked you, waiting until you gave a small nod to gingerly hand you over to the red head, who helped you down the hall so that you could sit down.

Once you were out of the room, Tony got to work with his explanation. "Don't worry about it, it isn't you. She's had a really hard time since mom and dad passed, certain things just set it off" he tried, hoping that was good enough to calm the man.

He knew how sensitive Bucky could be to those sorts of things and didn't want him to feel guilty like it was his fault, if only he knew.

See, you knew full well that there was something about Bucky that no one else knew but that was the difficult part. Not even Bucky himself had any recollection of what he'd done on that night in 1991.

All he knew was that something was terribly wrong, and that he owed you some kind of apology for whatever it was he'd done.

Natasha and Pepper spent the next half an hour or so talking you down from your panic in hushed, soft whispers. They made sure that you were keeping your breathing level and that you weren't thinking about it anymore until you were finally able to communicate again.

Once that moment came though, you still weren't sure what to say.

"I'm okay now, thank you" you tried, taking it slow as you sat up from where you'd been just laying down on the couch. Going too fast after something like that could trigger another panic attack but you knew that you were okay now.

You had been caught off guard was all, that had to be it. You must have just been tired, and that made you think that you aught to apologize for that poor man you probably traumatized.

"Can I talk to him for a second?" you asked, approaching the lab slowly once again, finding the shards of glass now nowhere to be found. The man in question didn't move when you spoke, looking instead between Steve and Tony for some kind of guidance.

"Are you sure that's a good idea kid? We still don't know what triggered it the first time" Tony warned, knowing what could happen if something spooked you again. Still, once you nodded, he didn't ask again.

You were an adult now and if you felt like you could handle it, he wasn't going to tell you differently. "I'll be okay, I'm good now" you assured, taking a seat across from where the brunette had been sitting, wracking his brain to try and figure out what he'd done to upset you so badly.

There was a moment or two of silence between you as you tried to organize your thoughts, not daring to look him in the face at first.

"I'm sorry that I scared you. When I was a little girl, there was an accident and I've had nightmares ever since. I guess something about you just reminded me of them" you explained, hoping his wouldn't be offended by that.

That wasn't exactly the best thing to say while making a first impression but it was the truth. There was no use lying after what you'd done anyway, not that you could even come up with a convincing lie in your current state.

"I think it's your eyes"

That came out after, without you even meaning to let those words slip from your lips. Bucky didn't say anything, not at first. Instead, he just let you talk, mostly because he didn't know what to say.

It wasn't until a few more seconds went by without any more words from you that he ventured to speak to you. His words were unsteady and shaky when he tried to ask you what he so desperately wanted to know, but he wasn't even sure why.

He couldn't place it, but he felt like he'd seen you somewhere. Though, like most of his memories, the truth was likely buried away from him in the distant sands of time.

"What about my eyes?" he sounded almost afraid when he asked, but as if on cue, you looked up at his face, taking in the look there. You barely let your own gaze focus on those blue eyes, feeling your stomach turn at the sight of them.

Still, as you tried to avoid his burning stare, the more you found your eyes brought back to his own. There was something almost magnetic about the look you found there, once you worked past the abject rejection you felt toward him.

You found that his gaze held an almost opposite affect. You just felt deep down in your soul that he knew the truth about what had happened, even if he didn't even realize he had the power.

A few more seconds ticked by while you gathered your thoughts before you spoke again. "They're the eyes I saw the night my parent's were murdered" and then, feeling as if your business was done, you stood and left.

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