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undreaming-fanfiction · 1 year

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My Blessing

Back when Eddie was still human, he used to think it would be incredibly cool to be a vampire. Child of the night, Nosferatu, all that stuff from his beloved books. He would be untouchable and the people who wanted to hurt him just for being different would wither away and die of old age while he'd still be the same. Maybe he'd visit them in their dying hour and sneer at them, taunt them as they were about to see what awaits beyond. All of that used to sound so good.

As he's learned during last 80-ish years, being a vampire sucks (no pun intended).

He sees it all. World wars. AIDS epidemic. Satanic panic. More and more pain, people wasting away before his eyes. The music is cool, but he wonders if he'll grow tired of it all. Eddie is still young, he doesn't want to believe that this is all there is. But each year, each decade makes him more and more hopeless.

And he's so, so lonely. He still has Wayne, his vampire uncle (he categorically denies the term "father" or "maker"), but he sometimes too resigned, too used to all the pain and violence. He doesn't know many other vampires and making any sort of a connection with a human is painful to think about. People are so fragile.

He's always loved turning into a bat and just flying around the city, avoiding the curious eyes of humans and finding lone vantage points, observing the night life on the streets. One of his favorite spots is on top of the Harrington bank, a building from the 1920s with old bronze statues and old, tall windows. He started visiting the ledge in late 1980s, sometimes spending the entire night there. He'd land on the ledge and turn back to his real form, plopping down next to a statue of a young man. It's so human-like, Eddie forgets it's just an object, a piece of art, and talks to it. He tells it about the stuff that has been happening in the world, all that's fucked up but also the good things, how he saw a group of girls chasing away a stalker of a random lady, a homeless guy giving his last few bites to a stray dog. How a kid he used to know in the 80s is now all grown up and has children of his own. He sometimes wonders who made the statue, but there is no signature, no mark, just that pretty face looking down at the street, lost in thought.

It's on a stormy night in 2022 that it happens. Eddie lands in his favorite spot, lights up a cigarette (immortal lungs are a great thing to have) and talks to the statue, as always. Tells it how he actually wrote a novel and got it published, summers are long and the daylight doesn't kill him but it sure hurts, rambles about how he got Wayne his first flannel shirt and it was love at the first sight. The rain is thick, heavy, but Eddie likes it, it makes him feel a bit more alive. He hears thunder, closer and closer, but the lightning is probably somewhere behind him, he doesn't see it.

That is, until it hits the statue, and Eddie panics because sure, it was just an object, but it was like his friend, it was a constant in his life, what is he going to do-

And then the statue straightens its spine and groans.

Eddie's cigarette falls somewhere into the streets and burns a hole in the umbrella of a lady bitching about the undeserved help provided to the poor. Not that he notices. His eyes are glued to the statue that stretches its arms and runs its fingers through the thick hair that suddenly has color, a sun-kissed brown, and then it turns to Eddie and smiles.

"Oh finally, I was waiting for ages to introduce myself. Hi. Thanks for keeping me company all those years. I'm Steve. Steve Harrington."

Eddie shakes the offered hand in daze and mutters "Eddie, Eddie Munson" before promptly turning into a bat and...what? Does he want to run away? Does he want to shriek his little heart out and never come back? Probably not. Not with Steve smiling at him like he's the best thing in the whole world. So he just lands on Steve's outstretched hand and squeaks "Still Eddie Munson, only pocket size."

And Steve, bless his heart - does he have one? Do statues have hearts? - just laughs and tucks Eddie under his old-fashioned jacket to protect him from the rain. "Oh, I know. The first time you landed here and turned back, I thought I'd finally gone crazy."

He opens a window behind them and climbs inside with Eddie, a window that's always been dark, the only dark room in the whole building. And then they talk. Well, Steve does.

That's when Eddie learns the room is Steve's, preserved, stocked and cleaned throughout the decades. That he's the only son of the founder of the bank, Richard Harrington, now fortunately long dead and burning in hell. That even before the Great Depression hit, the bank was facing difficulties and Richard Harrington decided to make a deal with...something. Something ancient and lurking in New York, something feeding off the misery of people living there.

That's when Eddie learns that Richard Harrington offered his only son to preserve his fortune.

He just stares as Steve shrugs, retelling his story as if it was no big deal, finding a change of clothes for both of them in a huge closet full of things both old and new, a strange blend of fashion spanning last century. "It was a deal for one hundred years. One hundred years of prosperity for one hundred years of...that. I guess my father felt a little bit guilty afterwards because he included in his will that I'd always have a place to come back to. This room. And some financial security too, that's what he'd said before he passed away. He used to talk to me through that window sometimes, after my mother drank herself to death."

"Uhhh." Edward Munson, ever the eloquent fantasy book author, has nothing better to say.

He turns back to Eddie, smiling at him and offering a black t-shirt. "I don't think he knew I could hear him, that I heard and saw everything. Still, nice to know he cared...as much as he was humanly able to." The smile doesn't falter as he adds: "I don't want to sound pushy, but maybe you should turn back to change clothes? You're still wet."

And oh, Eddie is still a bat. Yep. With a sound that sounds like a plop, he transforms back and takes the t-shirt. "Thank you. Steve. Uh. That's fucked up, man," he offers lamely.

"Oh yeah, it sucked. Well, used to," he nudges Eddie, tossing him a towel when he sees his hair dripping on the floor. "But then you started showing up. Talking to me." Now his smile is slightly smaller, sad, and Eddie wants to visit Richard Harrington's grave and punch his remains, build them into a bird feeder, revive the asshole and kill him again. "It was just...so lonely. I had no way of telling you, but when you started visiting and just, kept showing up, almost every day, it felt like a blessing."

Eddie swallows, his throat suddenly dry. "A blessing?"

"Yeah." Steve turns to him and the sincerity in his eyes is so intense Eddie feels like turning into a bat again and flying in circles, shrieking into the night. "You were my blessing, Eddie," he says as he squeezes his hand.

And Eddie just stares, his undead heart breaking for this boy, cursed just as horribly if not worse than he is. "You know I'm not...not human, right?" he whispers but his hand doesn't leave Steve's. "I guess you can probably tell from the bat thing, or that I'm literally the room temperature-"

"-or the fact that you once told me that it's a shame I'm not alive because I look delicious and you're sure my blood would be too," add Steve with a mischievous smirk.

"Uh. Shit, yeah. That too," Eddie stutters, trying to recall all the embarrassing stuff he told Steve during the last thirty or so years. "That...doesn't bother you?"

Steve snorts in laughter and shakes his head. "You literally thought I was a piece of bronze an hour ago, man. Does that bother you? Did you prefer me when I didn't talk?"

Eddie scoffs at that, offended. "Hell no. You were just a pretty face, but now you're a pretty face with a ton of personality. I...you know, you were my blessing too, I think. Even if you couldn't answer, I didn't feel as much alone next to you. Is that weird to say?"

The squeeze of Steve's fingers gives him the answer he needs, but he still melts inside when he hears "not at all. I just hope you won't get bored of me now that I'm...different," he whispers, staring at their joined fingers. "You'll probably find me boring. I don't know much about what's going on outside. I could watch and you told me a lot, but...uh. The world seems so hectic and fast-paced, it will probably take me a while to catch up."

And Eddie has to laugh because that worry is so strange to hear voiced out loud, as if Steve being alive, breathing and next to him, as if that made him something less. "Oh just you wait, Steve. You spent over thirty years listening to me ramble, now I'm expecting at least thirty years of your monologues so we can be even. You know my dirtiest secrets now and I'm a man with a thirst for knowledge. Really," he adds because the young man next to him is still silent, "you have nothing to worry about. I've kept you company and you have done the same for me...and it works for us. So what's a little confusion about these modern days? Come on pretty boy. I will be your guide."

Steve gives him a smile that is so radiant Eddie thinks it should hurt, it should burn him like a torch, but it's just warm. Kind. "I can work with that."

Steve is the only human Eddie ever turns. He expects to agonize over it for much longer, to feel guilty, but Steve has already lived longer than he has and he still has thirst for life that is infectious, something that drives Eddie to join him, try new things, not mourn what is lost to time but be thankful that he has the chance to see it all. He finally wants to participate, to join the world again, not just observe it.

The first time Steve turns to a bat, he ends up flying in circles in absolute ecstasy, laughing and making the weirdest somersaults and loops. Eddie could watch him forever and the best part is - he can. And he does.

But before all that, Eddie brings Steve to see Wayne, to introduce him to his only family. Wayne shakes his hand and gruffly laughs: "Well, look at that. My boy has finally moved on from that statue."

Without missing a beat, Steve smiles at him and announces "oh not at all, sir. I'm the statue."

Eddie has some explaining to do, but for now, he just laughs.

#steddie #steddie ficlet #steddie fanfiction #steve harrington #eddie munson #vampire AU #stranger things #stranger things au #stranger things ficlet

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rillils · 3 months

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STEVE & BUCKY'S LOVE STORY, UNABRIDGED SOMEWHAT ABRIDGED, part 3/4 (here are part 1 and part 2)

i just want to preface this by saying: as much as they tried to make this movie all about tony, and as much as they tried to no-homo the steve/bucky situation, they still somehow ended up making CACW the gayest movie in the whole cap trilogy, and that's saying something *throws confetti*

now, picking up where we left off:

aided by his friends sam and natasha, steve spends the following two years or so chasing after bucky, looking for clues as to where he could be hiding, until he eventually finds him.

their reunion scene is like. i honestly don't know if i can convey the sheer, ridiculous, absolute beauty that is this scene.

the thing is, steve isn't the only one who discovered bucky's location: the bad guys did too, and they're coming. like they're coming RIGHT NOW, as sam keeps trying to warn steve. which means that he and bucky have about 20 seconds to do this, and that might sound like too short of a time, right? but honey, the amount of repressed emotions and homoerotic subtext these two manage to stuff into those 20 seconds, my god--

no because like, there's a whole-ass SWAT team outside, waiting to crash through their door and blow up the place, yeah? and instead of getting the fuck out of there PRONTO, steve, mr romeo fucking rogers, decides to spend those precious few seconds trying to get bucky to admit that he loves him, making this much yearned-for, long-awaited reunion the most high-stakes game of gay chicken in the whole of history. you might think i'm kidding, but i'm not!!!!

INTRODUCING:

in the red corner, we've got steve basically telling bucky: "i know that you remember me, i know that you saved me because you still love me, please will you just say it out loud babe"

and in the blue corner there's bucky, extremely conflicted because YES, of course he loves steve, but he also knows he's putting steve in danger just by standing in the same room as him, and steve shouldn't even be here in the first place, and anyways STEVE NOW'S NOT THE TIME PLS FUCK

so he's just (unsuccessfully) trying to deny everything, you know?? "fuck no i don't know you, just know your name from a museum, what do you mEAN i saved your ass because i love you more than life itself and that's literally the first thing i remembered when i got my memory back"

(a quick reenactment:)

but really, you'll see the love in bucky's eyes if you just look hard enough.

n- no, look harder

a bit harder?

see, i told you

so here they are, just about to slam each other into the nearest wall and make out like it's brokeback mountain and they're just two guys coming from a time where their love had to be kept a secret and they miss what little privacy they used to have in their own little bubble when they were younger and living together and then life tore them apart and they haven't seen each other in ages and they've been yearning all the while and now that they're finally standing before each other again the air feels electric between them and they just can't help but- wait. uh. that, uh. that sounds familiar. uh.

OKAY so they're totally about to snog the living daylights out of each other, but time is running out. the bad guys are here!! and- and also a bunch of other people! because apparently everybody wants bucky either dead or locked up for one reason or another!! MY BOY CAN'T CATCH A FUCKING BREAK!!

so bucky is apprehended. but before anyone can do much about it, this other guy - this movie's Official Antagonist™ - gets bucky alone and triggers bucky's brainwashed assassin persona into taking over.

no longer conscious of his own actions, bucky wreaks havoc in the building, knocking people down in his wake like a sexy buff steamroller, and tries to escape; but steve, desperate not to lose him again, goes after him and stops him.

by grabbing onto a fucking helicopter, as one does

one extremely romantic, freaking insane stunt later, steve manages to get bucky to safety. next thing you know, bucky's waking up and back to himself, and they finally have a bit longer than 20 seconds to talk. you think they're gonna be normal about this? you think they're gonna share a standard heart to heart conversation? oh hell no, babes. WHIP OUT THE BEDROOM EYES, TURN THAT SOFTNESS UP TO ELEVEN, WE'RE UNLOCKING A BRAND NEW LEVEL OF EMOTIONS HERE

seriously. you don't know what true tenderness is, until you've heard james buchanan barnes softly say, in his sweet, gruff, velvety drawl, barely holding back a smile, "your mom's name was sarah. you used to wear newspapers in your shoes."

also the two of them just. spend half the scene making INTENSE heart eyes at each other, gazing deeply and intimately in each other's eyes, just bypassing the flirting zone to move straight to eye-lovemaking lane, while sam is in the room, because they've got no chill whatsoever.

unfortunately, sam cockblocks reminds them that they don't have time for this shit (dammit, sam) as they kinda have more pressing matters at hand, being on the run from like every government in the world (and then some). also they must neutralize The Antagonist™ before he can act on his Evil Plan™, so, you know. put the eyesex on hold, guys!

(to be continued in part 4)

#stucky #stevebucky #the silly stucky recap you didn't ask for #part 3 :D #so this got too long and i thought it'd be best to split it in two parts #hence the change from 3/3 to 3/4 #rillers scribbles #i'm still not 100% sure how to tag it in the first place tbh xD #but here #have some silliness in your day #cacw

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toomanystoriessolittletime · 3 months

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I'm late to the party, sorry 🥲

I would love "the only one who gets to kill you, is me." with Javier Peña.

Thank youuu

awww Daphne, no worries! send me all the thiiiings lol

Pairing: Javier Peña x fem. reader

Warnings: mentions of injuries, soft Javi, a kiss, a secret

"The only one who gets to kill you, is me," you whispered, your almost steady fingers carefully cleaning the nasty cut over his eye as he sat on the closed toilet seat in one of the embassy's bathrooms.

His hand was resting on your hip as he looked up at you, his fingers softly caressing the sliver of skin he could touch between your skirt and the blouse you had put on this morning.

Javier's dark eyes were focused on you, softening when you finally finished cleaning his last wound, thankful that for once he listened to you and got his seatbelt on while he chased narcos through the whole city.

You had listened to everything on the radio as it happened, the mission, the gunfire, the chase after two fugitives who they thought were high ranking members of the cartel, the deadly silence after the car Steve and Javier had been in had crashed into a building, leaving you sick with worry until hours later Javier walked back into the embassy.

Your hand cupped his cheek, the small golden ring that set on your middle instead of your ring finger brushing over his skin, and he turned his head so he could press his lips to the palm of your hand while his arm wrapped around you, pulling you closer against him.

"Only you, no one else," he promised before he got up and kissed you softly, stealing a couple more minutes until you both had to get out of this room and pretend that you were just colleagues and not two people in love who had secretly gotten married almost four months ago.

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chrisbitchtree · 6 months

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A short little fill for @harringrovekinktober day 26 - Dry humping!

NSFW

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Billy and Steve had been circling each other almost the whole night, practically since the moment Steve had arrived with Robin and she’d promptly ditched him, on the lookout for Heather, or Vicki from band, or both. Of course, Robin had options, but Steve had Billy Hargrove eyeing him with a wolfish grin over the rim of his beer can, so he’d call that a win. He rolled his eyes at the ridiculous, cocky, sexy guy across the room from him.

The tension had been thick between the two of them since that summer, since Billy had miraculously survived Starcourt. He’d broken down crying in front of Billy once, in his hospital room, while Steve visited him one late July afternoon. Steve wasn’t usually a crier, but knowing all that Billy had gone through, only to see him smile at the nurses and joke about his sick new scars, made everything hit Steve like a brick wall.

They hadn’t discussed the tears, or how Billy had taken Steve’s hand in his own, rubbing comforting circles over the back of it, or the almost kiss they’d shared a week later, before being interrupted by the physical therapist come to whisk Billy away. They hadn’t come close again since, but they both knew what they wanted, and it seemed like tonight might be the night, almost exactly a year since they’d first met.

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“Fuck, thought we’d never find an empty room,” Steve panted against Billy’s neck, where he was in the process of leaving a massive hickey.

“How dare any other drunk teenagers be horny,” Billy laughed.

“Yeah, yeah, yuck it up, Bender,” Steve replied. Of course, Billy had gone as John Bender. Predictable. Steve was dressed as Marty McFly. Way cooler. “I can feel how excited you are to have a room to ourselves.” He pressed a leg between Billy’s thighs for emphasis.

Billy moaned, humping up against him, his hands buried in Steve’s hair as Steve continued his mission to mark every inch of Billy that he could get his lips and teeth on.

“You like that, eh? You like humping against me like a bitch in heat? You wanna come like this?” Steve asked, as he finally raised his head to recapture Billy’s lips with his own.

Billy plunged his tongue into Steve’s mouth, seemingly on a mission to lick his tonsils, before pulling back so they could both get some air. “Bed,” Billy panted out, gesturing to the bed that, oh god, from the look of the stuffed animals littering the pink duvet and the dollhouse in the corner, belonged to a little girl. Steve double checked that the door was locked before leading Billy to the tiny bed.

Steve laid down first, pulling Billy down on top of him, so they could continue their exploration of each other’s mouths, and they could keep rutting against each other.

Part of Steve felt like he was back in sophomore year, humping up against his dates who wouldn’t let him do more than that while he copped a feel through their bras, but it was nice to take it slow, or at least slow for half an hour after their first kiss.

They found a rhythm and stayed like that for a while, panting into each other’s mouths, hands buried under each other’s shirts, but Steve could feel the coil of heat slowly building in his gut, and he wanted to chase it. “Give me your leg,” he said, and Billy got with the program quickly, wedging his thick thigh between Steve’s own.

Steve may be the bitch in heat now, but he couldn’t care less, his hands squeezing Billy’s ass as he rode his leg, humping it again and again until he was cumming in his pants, his teeth buried in Billy’s shoulder to muffle his cries.

Steve only had a minute to catch his breath before Billy was arranging himself around Steve’s thigh so he could have his own turn. God, his moans were music to Steve’s ears. It wasn’t long before Billy was cumming with one last moan that Steve tried to catch most of by pulling Billy in for a kiss.

“Shit, that was fun,” Billy huffed. Then sounding almost shy, which was ridiculous, considering they were on some stranger’s bed, the inside of their pants slick and wet with their release, Billy added. “We should do this again sometime, princess.”

“I thought that was a given,” Steve chuckled, pulling Billy into his arms, and holding him close. In a few minutes, they’d need to get up and do something with the comforter, wash it, or maybe burn it, but for now, he just enjoyed the bubble of quiet here in this bedroom, an escape from the world around them.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #harringrove ficlet #harringrovekinktober2k23 #lemon #chrisbitchtree writes

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your-eternal-lies · 4 days

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YOU’RE STUCK WITH ME (chapter eleven)

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Pairing — Steve Rogers x f!Reader Summary — As his perfectly normal civilian neighbour, you’ve always been secretly curious about the Captain. Getting to know him while trapped together in your building’s elevator, however, definitely wasn’t on the agenda.

Warnings — None.

YOU’RE STUCK WITH ME

CHAPTER ELEVEN NEW PERSON, SAME OLD MISTAKES?

The late summer wind whisks through the rows of solemn headstones, as if whispering secrets to the long departed. Three figures, their shadows stretching long and thin in the waning sunlight, stand in front of one in particular—one for Nicholas J. Fury, even though the man stands alive and well just inches away.

“If anyone asks for me,” the former director of SHIELD says, his signature eyepatch replaced by a pair of dark sunglasses. “Tell them they can find me right here.”

And with that, he’s gone. Steve Rogers, with his broad shoulders squared against the memories of war and loss, some very recent, nods silently.

“You should be flattered; that’s the closest he gets to saying ‘thank you’,” Natasha Romanoff announces dryly, her auburn hair tousled by the breeze, her normally stoic expression soft under the setting summer sun.

“You’re not going with him?” Steve asks.

“No,” she responds decidedly, her voice firm and resolute, but Steve catches even in that short syllable the faintest quiver of vulnerability.

“But you’re not staying here,” he states matter-of-factly.

“I blew all my covers, I gotta go figure out a new one.”

“Might take a while.”

“I’m counting on it,” she smiles, but then grows a bit more serious as she hands him a thick file, crinkled at the edges and stamped with fading Russian letters. “That thing you asked for… I called in a few favours from Kiev.”

Steve flips it open with a heavy heart, its contents shadowed with the ghosts of his past. Bucky Barnes, now known as the Winter Soldier, is alive. The knowledge both hurts and is freeing, but Steve knows he needs to find him—before he gets lost in the wind once more.

“Will you do me a favour?” Natasha beckons, her voice sweet, like that of an old friend’s. “Call that nurse.”

Steve chuckles, “She’s not a nurse.”

“And you’re not a SHIELD agent.” Natasha says nothing more and kisses him on the cheek, and Steve reels with the knowledge that he will miss her.

She had been just a colleague before, and if this whole thing with Hydra had a silver lining, it was that he still had friends in high places.

She turns to leave, her stride confident and purposeful, the two of them separating not in goodbye, but in ‘see you later’. Steve grips the file in his hands, his thoughts tangling with images of a woman with sharp wit and gentle eyes—one who is not Sharon Carter, or as he now knows her, Agent 13.

“You’re going after him,” Sam says, more of a statement than a question.

“You don’t have to come with me,” Steve offers, knowing that it will be dangerous.

“I know,” Sam sighs. “When do we start?”

Steve pauses, staring down at the picture of Bucky, eyes closed and cryogenically frozen; nobody was going to need him more now.

Back in the day, things were so much simpler. He knew where he stood, who his friends were, who he loved… Peggy’s image from his past flickers through his mind, the one with the painted red lips and dark brown hair, her smile as vivid as if she were standing right here next to him.

A pang of regret hits his chest; history feels dangerously close to repeating itself.

And the past few days have been a lot; the chaos of Hydra, the collapse of SHIELD, it had all but swallowed any chances for reconciliation, any opportunity to reach out to you.

He shakes his head, chasing away the ghosts from his past. He had let the war take this from him once, and he really didn’t want to make the same mistake again.

“There’s something else I need to do first,” Steve finally says, resolve steeling within him. Sam meets his gaze with a hint of surprise, but when he sees the look in Steve’s eyes, he softens with understanding.

“Alright, go do what you gotta do. When you’re done, you know where to find me.” Sam says, the lightness of his tone belying the support behind his words. They shake hands briefly before Steve begins to walk away, a new sense of purpose in his stride. “Hey, just promise me one thing?”

“What’s that?” Steve calls over his shoulder.

“Invite me to the wedding!” Sam quips and Steve can’t help but laugh, the sound echoing against the solemn rows of the departed.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Steve replies, but he can’t deny the hope that blooms in his chest, for a future where love and laughter aren’t just possibilities.

Steve takes a taxi through the bustling streets of Washington, D.C., lamenting the tragic loss of his motorcycle. Still, his heart does acrobatics in his chest as he thinks of you, with your tall tales and warm eyes that seem to look right through him.

He can’t shake your image from his mind—the way you’d tilted your head when you challenged his old-school manners, or the subtle smile that played on your lips when he finally managed a comeback. The way you looked up at him during that dance, how good that proximity felt, and how much he wanted to kiss you.

The apartment building looms ahead, and Steve takes a deep breath as he gets out of the taxi and pays the driver, handing over way too many bills and not bothering to get the change.

He pushes the front door open and steps into the foyer, eyes glimmering as he bypasses the elevator and takes the stairs instead, each step bringing him closer to a moment that will alter the course of his personal history.

At your floor, Steve pauses outside your door, gathering his resolve. He can practically hear Bucky’s voice in his ear, a distant whisper from the past, saying, “Go get ‘er, punk.”

Steve runs a hand through his hair, which probably does absolutely nothing to tame it, and steels himself.

He knocks.

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jadewritesficshere · 1 year

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MDNI thinking about alpha!Steve and a/b/o dynamics just

sfw:

• Alpha!Steve who's parents were super excited and proud when he first presented. He chased that feeling and wanted to make his parents proud, leaning into the alpha stereotype, becoming King Steve. It didn't work, just ended up making him more angry and a dick. He woke up and changed, but he had a reputation at that point.

•Steve who got with Nancy before she presented, thinking demure, shy Nancy Wheeler would be an omega. Nancy who presents as an alpha and Steve who was in love willing to make an alpha/alpha relationship work (which is possible but rare). After they broke up, they had a long discussion about everything, and agreed they were better off just friends. Nancy helped Steve work through some internalized issues caused by his parents. Nancy helped him let go of the alpha stereotypes, and now Steve does things that make him happy, even if it is more an omega stereotype.

•Steve who accidentally becomes a pack leader to a bunch of unpresented pups. They joke he's like a mom, but they all see him as a leader and dependable. Dustin knows he can call for a ride anytime or get advice no question asked (maybe a bit of bickering and joking). Will finds comfort in the Alpha and sits in silence near him, sometimes he's painting while Steve reads and Steve praises his work and he feels really happy he made their leader happy. Max, who gets in fights with other pups, reluctantly gets guidance from Steve, who gives her the most disappointed mom look and then gives her pointers on her swings. Steve is whining to the older teens that he doesn't have a pack and everyone is like ???? (Robin also swings at him for acting like they aren't pack bonded, yelling at him about being a bonded pair and Steve is just like well ya platonically but that doesn't count, which causes a whole new argument)

• Steve who is extra sensitive to scents because of getting hit too many times and losing part of his hearing. He is very attentive to the slight changes, and can tell when someone he's close to has different emotions. Steve especially can tell when someone is about to go into rut or heat, and he gives them a care package (because let's be honest half his friends don't take care of themselves, hell he doesn't even take care of himself).

nsfw:

•Alpha!Steve who is so nervous about hurting his partner. He tends to want to be with omegas as they are more prepared to take him, biologically speaking of course. He has slept with every type, but omegas tend to be his favorite.

•Steve was already slightly bigger then average before presenting, and after? Big. Anytime someone sees him for the first time and their mouth drops, he can't help the pride that builds up in him. He knows he needs to get ahold of his ego as these people never stay, but he also loves the dumb look on their faces.

•Steve who wants someone to bond with him, to the point he's a little reckless and baring his neck when he really shouldn't. Of course, no one has been bold enough to attempt to bond with him, but he wants nothing more (he is absolutely reckless and just wants to belong to someone :( he just wants love ok).

•Steve already had a breeding kink, but it becomes 10x stronger after presenting. The thought of filling someone up with his pups, stomach swollen from his seed? The thought alone makes him groan and become hard.

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navnae · 1 year

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How about stuck up city boy Eddie who’s used to the fast way of living and he’s always on the go, that would explain why being on tour for him was always an outlet because he never stopped moving. One day his tour bus breaks down in Hawkins near a farm and it looks like the bus isn’t going to be running any time soon. Him and his team are all out of luck until a guy around Eddie’s age come up to the bus wearing some overalls that were extremely dirty, he looked concerned. He asks them what happened and the whole situation is explained, he tells them that they can crash with him and his parents for awhile until things are settled. Eddie later learns that the guy name is Steve and so far he’s pretty okay but Eddie doesn’t make things any better with his slick comments about his clothes, basically telling him that he needs a makeover. Even with all those comments Eddie was throwing his way Steve still managed to laugh about it and even tease Eddie back. Steve has come to the realization that Eddie only spits out a snarky remark when he gets flustered or blushes, Steve knows that Eddie has a crush on him but he just sits back and waits to see what Eddie is going to do about it. Eddie is so used to getting chased by anyone who wants him, they’d even beg on their knees to be with him and it was killing him that Steve wasn’t doing any of that.

Eddie goes out of his way to get Steve’s attention even if it meant wearing those dirty overalls, milking cows, washing horses, and feeding the chickens. The farm life was nothing like the Hollywood life that Eddie has spent years living. Steve loved every second of it too, making Eddie do unnecessary chores that he made up on the spot and he was actually stunned by the lengths Eddie would go through just to get Steve’s attention. This goes on for several weeks since the bus is still a wreck and it’s hard for Eddie’s team to get in contact with anyone to help them. Overtime the two start to bond and grow closer, they talk about how different they are from one another but they work so well. It doesn’t take Steve long to catch himself almost failing at his own game with Eddie and he’s so close to giving in and blurting out how he feels about him. The tension between them is insane especially when they get in each other’s face just have that last word after a remark and one of them will slowly close the gap just to rile each other up. Eddie feels like he’s going to lose his mind because the longer he stays the more he falls in love with Steve everyday and all of this e feelings starts building up inside of him until he just explodes.

One night Eddie pulls Steve by the his shirt making their faces come close and they could feel their breath tickling each other’s lips. Eddie’s eyes flicks to Steve’s lips the entire rim his looking at him and honestly he didn’t really care at this point, Steve did the same thing and a smirk played on his lips. They didn’t know if they were going to rip each other’s clothes off or passionately makeout until both of them were exhausted. All of it was a complete mystery as Eddie finally got the courage to speak up.

“Listen here cowboy, I’ve been busting my ass for weeks and sacrificed my fashion sense because I wanted you to look at me. I’m done with all the games you either like or you don’t, which one is it?” Eddie tried to keep up that confident voice that he had when he first got here but his voice cracked slightly through his sentence. Steve smiled before putting his hands on Eddie’s waist then pulling him forward, a light pink blush could be seen on his cheeks.

“I’ll stop playing when you tell me how you feel,” Steve whispered near Eddie’s ear making him shiver slightly. Steve wanted to hear Eddie say it, if he could say whatever he wanted on a stage in front of millions he knew Eddie could confess his feelings for him in a small town in a little shed with only them in it. “The stage is yours.”

“Don’t get smart with me asshole and fine I like you, shit I’ve liked you ever since I saw you come towards the bus. You’re sweet, funny, caring, hard working how could I not? So yeah, Harrington. I really like you… happy?” Eddie was a blushing mess when Steve cupped the side of his face and started closing the gap between them. He’s never had someone make him into a pile of mush the way Steve did and he fucking loved it.

“Very.” Steve said as he leaned in closer to Eddie’s face. Eddie felt like Steve was taking to long and he just pulled Steve by his shirt so their lips could finally connect after weeks of waiting. The kiss started off slow then eventually it became rough while their hands were rubbing all over each other’s bodies. Both of them becoming breathless once they pulled away.

“Let’s put those hours of horse back riding to good use, yeah?” Steve said lowly before lifting Eddie up and he wrapped his legs around Steve’s waist. Eddie’s eyes widened at the implication that Steve was making. For the first time in forever Eddie was speechless, Steve smiled before he pulled him in for another kiss.

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rogueddie · 9 months

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Movie AU Steddie Fics

Important: READ THE TAGS! Also, leave a comment and kudos! These fics are amazing and I love them and I hope y'all do too 📼

Free Hawkins

CassieWater354, Dandyfello

It started as a simple passion project. A discovery of what was possible with simple code. Eddie had been the one to bring it up to Steve. "The AI could be like, ALIVE dude!" He explained excitedly. Steve looked on in confusion, "Like they simulate emotions and personalities and are like real people but they're code!!"

A few more hours of erratic explaining later and Steve agreed. Well, he agreed to begin with but it was nice to see Eddie so excited. Steve loved his computer science class and it didn't fail him as Eddie rang off ideas, Steve created them and Eddie made it all look good. A well-oiled machine. It was hardly near completion but with the complexity and beauty of it they realized it to test and build interest, and funds wouldn't be so bad either. It was a hit, a huge hit. They did interviews, got a lot of hype and attention and it was mostly positive feedback. Mostly.

Words : 12,015 Chapters : 10/10 Rating : Teen And Up Audiences

AO3 : x

Who's Sorry Now

BatCatMooney63

Hawkins is like any place in small town America, quaint, quiet, and full of secrets. Murders, disappearances, unsolved cases swept under the rug of normalcy for the sake of security.

But it all gets ripped away one night when Chrissy Cunningham answers the phone to find herself talking to a mysterious voice. Which sets off a chain of events that truly reveals the line between good and evil.

Words : 51,160 Chapters : 8/8 Rating : Mature

AO3 : x

Asking You to Love Me

chattrekisses

Steve is a famous actor. Eddie runs a game store. After an incident involving orange juice, an unlucky romance blossoms between them. Notting Hill AU.

Words : 22,397 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Explicit

AO3 : x

Fate's Fool

callcalliope

Sometimes true love is interrupting your own concert to chase the hot vampire watching in the audience.

Words : 1,285 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : Mature

AO3 : x

Episode I - Something happens and I'm head over heels

vaderstheme

A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...

Words : 6,773 Chapters : 1/1 Rating : General Audiences

AO3 : x

Saying goodbye is death by a thousand cuts.

Imnotcreativesotakethisname

After winning tickets for the R.M.S. Titanic in a very "lucky" game of poker, Edward "Eddie" Munson and his friend because third class passengers on Titanic.

Words : 18,449 Chapters : 10/10 Rating : Mature

AO3 : x

Nobody Puts Baby In The Corner

beetlesandstars, witchjeons

“It’s a feeling, a heartbeat,” Eddie murmurs one night, pressing a hand over his own heart. “Like this. Gu-gung, gu-gung.”

Steve snorts, before copying Eddie.

Tapping away, Eddie steps closer. “Don’t try so hard,” he says softly, taking Steve’s hand, moving it to rest over his own chest.

Words : 27,880 Chapters : 6/7 Rating : Explicit

AO3 : x

A Shadow Is Cast Wherever They Stand

BritChick91

“You should think more about whether you’d survive a horror movie. You never know when you might find yourself… in one.”

When the phone rings for Chrissy Cunningham in October 1996, it starts a wave of murders in the sleepy town of Hawkins. Who is Ghostface? And who is their next target?

Words : 23,713 Chapters : 9/9 Rating : Mature

AO3 : x

Sincerely Yours

WickedVixen

When a brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess, and a criminal are forced to spend a whole Saturday in detention together, there's no telling how horribly wrong the day will go. Tensions are high, especially with the added stressor of power-hungry Principal Higgins breathing down their necks. Will the teens manage to make it through the full nine hours unscathed? Will they come to resent one another, even more so than some of them already do? Or will they become unlikely acquaintances? Will new friendships be forged? Perhaps a few...more-than-friendships?

Who's to say? After all, stranger things have happened.

Words : 41,252 Chapters : 10/10 Rating : Mature

AO3 : x

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #fic rec #ficrec

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discodeviant · 5 months

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BILLY HARGROVE / STEVE HARRINGTON Post-S3 Alternate (No Upside Down) | Gen | <800

This is more a vision of mine than a fic, so please bear that in mind and enjoy~ :)

Also on AO3 Made for @harringrove-relay-race!

It’s midnight, and Steve is asleep at the wheel.

He thinks he is. He must be. In the midst of his slumber, when it’s just getting good and the dreams are turning into sunny vacations deep in the tropics, he swings back around towards a shoe box of a building he passed three minutes ago. It’s the only thing for miles unless he counts the road—singular, flat, no signs or other cars or wild animals to stop and honk at. He hopes it’s still there, bright and inviting, AHOY, STEVE HARRINGTON!

It didn’t read his name, but he thinks it called out to him.

Two minutes and it’s back in view, still twinkling like a star in the frigid, empty sky, which is strange for Hawkins, but which he hasn’t questioned just yet because he’s still dreaming.

AHOY!

It mocks him. He wants to laugh, but there’s no air moving through his lungs, and his heart isn’t beating because in dreams it doesn’t need to. He thinks it did once, knows it did for somebody outside of himself; a girl once, maybe a boy; a mirage in the back of his weary head. It’s vague, but the building is not. The sign blinks.

AH Y!

He hates it and doesn’t know why.

So with the car parked, he sits in the road where the barricade continues right alongside it. There’s neither an exit nor a footpath to the building, only a short, snowy hill, perfectly undisturbed; he fears and dreads to be the one who dips a muddy shoe into its face. He might not if there were another option, but the windows are frosty, his fingertips numb, and he’s losing his legs too. Safety travels from one box to another, and he opens the car door.

AH Y!

AHOY!

AHOY

Somewhere ahead, snow crunches; he’s out of his body now, looking around, moving between layers of his consciousness to understand that his own feet are still on the curb. When he returns, it’s buzzing like a hive, like television static just behind his eyes. Then he’s walking. The sign above him blinks again, and he blinks right back. Crunch, crunch, it’s styrofoam, a cat swimming in packing peanuts, soft and loud and soft again—someone’s around the back.

“Hello?”

It stops.

He steps forward on a ground that remains silent and doesn’t leave behind a single footprint to prove he’s been there at all. Maybe it’s a mistake; this is someone else’s dream, someone whose silence is broken by another of their steps leading away. Steve chases it at a snail’s urgency, trembling, a plume of air every time he breathes despite not feeling the least bit cold. Last he remembers, it was July.

He calls back again—“Someone back there?”—and stalks further up the hill, hugging himself tightly, not ready for an ambush if there were to be one.

Then a voice answers him from the dark behind the building. “You’re not supposed to be here!”

From the first word, Steve’s bones turn to ice, and he kicks up a cloud of nothing behind him as instinct rushes back and he finds Billy Hargrove at the rear door dressed in his Scoops Ahoy uniform. Billy’s freezing, blowing hot air into his hands, pacing back and forth until he comes forth to see Steve watching him from the corner, dumbstruck and remembering all over again. “Why are you—what?” He looks around then down at himself; the white tank and jeans he wears aren’t his own. “What?”

“I was hoping you’d make it out of there,” Billy says, weak and morose, utterly defeated. It’s only when he comes closer that Steve can see the scarring on his forearms and along the whole left side of his body, layered in thick strokes of pale flesh. They both hesitate, but Steve reaches a cautious hand out towards Billy’s arm, hoping for a hand to hold, skin to feel. When he touches the scars, they fade right into the canvas of sandy sheen that’s held onto him for so long, protected him from the real world, let him believe that true love and soulmates and destiny were possible. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you, Stevie.”

“Billy, hey—look at me.”

Slowly he does; just as easily, he unravels into Steve’s lukewarm palm as it warms to the stubble on his cheek and leads him to a plush, familiar mouth that kisses his guilt away.

“You did.”

Thank you for reading! Now, if you will, please look forward to the next participant of the relay race, my lovely mutual whose presence in this fandom I am always grateful for—@destroya-hargrove!

#harringrove #harringrove relay race #steve harrington #billy hargrove #steve x billy #billy x steve #one shot #fanfic #ao3 #.discowrites #.disqo #stranger things

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b4mpyre-k1zz3s · 10 months

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Sin City

Y/N, the manager of America’s worst behaved band of celebrity misfits, babysit accompany them on a trip to remember.

Johnny Knoxville X Gn!reader

2.3k Words

(Fluff)

Warnings: Very suggestive content, crude language, drug use, alcohol, urine, flirting, bar fights, nudity (it’s Jackass)

An: Thank you for all the love on my last fic!!! I had SO MUCH FUN with this one and I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did!!

You spent the whole taxi ride to the hotel agonizing- but when didn’t you before a job? MTV sent you along to babysit the worst behaved man-children in entertainment leading up to some live event thing, and you knew nothing good could come of this. Of course, these routine concerns were exacerbated by the nature of where it would be held- the bad behavior capital of the U.S.- Las Vegas.

As you squinted out the taxi window for the hotel they were put up at, you couldn’t help but get transfixed by everything. It wasn’t every day you got to see this kind of stuff. The ornate, hulking buildings, the multicolored blinking neon, the drunk guy getting thrown out of the strip club-

“Ughhh…” Youe head thumped against the glass. Why now? Rummaging in you pocket, you threw a handful of dollars at the driver and threw open the door, dashing through thankfully stalled traffic. From the neon bathed sidewalk, Bam didn’t even notice you until he was praticlly staring at your shoes as you leaned down, trying to help him up. His head whipped up, looking at you, confused, “Y/N…?”

Drunkenly mumbling and completely ignoring your attempts to help him, Bam practically climbed you as he made his way to his feet. His forehead and cheekbone were badly scratched up and dripping from the rough concrete. “Ahahaha!! Oh my god- dude!” Just as he was booted out, Ryan stumbled after him, laughing like this was the funniest thing he’d seen. Bam, still holding onto you like Gene Kelly to a light post, gave Ryan an admittedly wimpy shove, swaying, “Shut up…Y’fuckin asshole…”

Coming up behind you, you heard a recognizable, raspy yell. “Aaah!” Steve grinned as he nimbly darted out of the swinging doors, ducking arround you as Pontius followed, hot on his heels like some kind of circus act. Chris laughed as he gave chase, “Ooh~!” He spoke in a sing-songy high pitched voice, holding back giggles, “Why don’t you come back and finish up that lap dance, big boy?” Even you couldn’t help laughing at the situation while you tried to diffuse it. “Okay, okay, this is fun, but-“

“But…?” Johnny leaned over you, surprising you with how quietly he slank out amidst the chaos, making you jump a little.

He grinned and leaned over to you, speaking in a low, beer scented drawl, “Aww c’mon, Y/N…can’t we just have a little fun?” Sighing, you rolled your eyes, “You have a live show in an hour- you should already be at the hotel by now! Why- did you go to a strip club anyway?”

“We’re in Vegas. We’re gonna go to the strip club!” Bam, rather matter of factly said. “Plus, Steve knows some of the ladies here!” God, if any of them would know strippers, it would be Steve. He reached over to high five Bam, “Yeah! Discounts!” Rolling your eyes at them, you continued, “Whatver, let’s just get you to the hotel.”

Of course, amongst the groans you did have to convince them using a bit of a bargaining token- a trip to the hotel bar. Of all the places they could be, that was probably the best- a relatively safe environment for the level of carousing these guys were accustomed to.

“So, what’re you planning on doing at the show anyway?” You sipped your drink, idly chatting with Johnny. While you were usually on your toes, you felt relaxed enough to take your eyes off of them for a minute, and when he invited you to have a drink- of course, you weren't one to turn that down. He chuckled, “Well, there’ll be some of the usual- staplers, ‘bustin cans of beer on our heads…” He trailed off.

Maybe a couple feet behind you at the pool table, Chris was talking to some stranger, and you could tell things were getting heated. Knowing him, they were probably disagreeing over something stupid like which Charlie’s Angel was the hottest, so you didn’t pay too much mind as you went back to scanning the establishment. Taking a sip of your drink, you started again, “Really? That’s it?” Your eyes drifted from the sticky countertop to the yellowing 70s lights that hung from the low ceilings and back to the stained, green felt pool table. “Well,” Johnny took a sip of his beer, “There is this- this one thing-

The pool cue that was splintered behind you might as well have been six inches from your head with the absolute sound it made. “Listen, motherfucker!” A familiar raspy voice spat. Even Pontius was surprised at how quickly he snapped. There was Steve, wielding a pool cue with this giant-pupiled, crazed look in his eyes and standing in the kind of stance you only see in bad martial arts movies. The poor guy on the other end was backed against the table, probably scared out of his mind. It was like the whole world stopped for a second. “Steve, Steve! Buddy.” You froze, not even thinking about Johnny until he took over the situation, speaking up in a low yet authoritative tone, “Let’s just…chill out, okay?

And just like that, Steve grinned, laughing as he lowered the pool cue like it was the funniest thing ever. You sighed in relief, not sure if you could’ve diffused that on your own without getting a cue through your trachea. Johnny threw an arm around him like nothing happened, “Okay buddy, How about I buy you a drink?” Steve cheered to that as your Nokia vibrated in your pocket and you flipped it open.

“Y/N. Cabs are out front.” That’s all your manager said before she hung up on you. Shit. “Okay, okay guys! Cabs are here, let’s go!” You went around, rounding everyone up- like hearing cats. Eventually, you got them all stuffed into the cars like sardines and peeled off towards the venue.

You surveyed the crowd from your place in the wings, leaning against a wall that hadn’t been cleaned in at least 50 years. Watching the buzzing crowd file in and seeing the camera people set up their equipment, you couldn’t help but get excited. In 10 minutes, the cameras would start rolling, and all of America would be present for the insanity that you had to live with, right from within this shitty little club.

Out of the blue, but quite faintly at first, you heard a familiar, electronic rhythm coming from just behind the stage, gradually getting louder. “You know, I feel like partying right now!” You weren’t sure whether or not to be upset, as for all you knew this wasn’t planned, but you weren’t complaining as Pontius paraded out. You had no clue where he got the tracksuit (nor the silver space-blanket thong), but as he danced around, unzipping the jacket and stumbling out of the pants, you had to give it to him- he could get a reaction from the audience. Applause and whoops thundered through the venue, and even though you really should’ve stopped it, even you found yourself grinning.

Johnny caught up to you from backstage, nearly on top of you from how tight the corridors were. He leaned over your shoulder, squinting for a better look, whispering exasperatedly, “What- what is he doing?” You shrugged, “Beats me.” Doing a double take, you remembered your job, “What’re you doing- get out there!”

Mentally preparing himself, Johnny ran out onto the stage, grinning, speaking into the mic, “Hello, I’m Johnny Knoxville, and welcome to Jackass Live!!” At this point, Pontius had tired of the dancing and had now progressed to full on grinding against Johnny’s side as he cackled, trying to keep it together, “This- uh, this handsome devil right here is Chris Pontius!” More laughter and applause ensued as he playfully shoved him away, but to no avail.

Then came the eternal showman, Steve-O. Even more than Pontius, he could get the audience riled up as he seemingly did every little thing with bravado. Johnny spoke with fondness after he did one of his favorite tricks, in which he dropped his cargo shorts, tucked his junk between his legs, and completed a full backflip, landing with his hands in the air. Johnny patted him on teh shoulder like a proud father, “And here we have the very talented Mr. Steve-O!” Pontius, who was still humping Johnny like an excited dog, was pulled off by Steve…visibly excited. Even you couldn’t help yourself from giggling as he just owned that tent in his silver mankini.

Without any cue, Ryan came up from behind you, squeezing past you and nearly topping you over just in time for Bam to throw down his skateboard on the opposite side of the stage with a clunk, hopping on and moving in your direction. He threw a punch at Steve’s crotch (prompting Johnny to cover his) and slugged Ryan square in the eye, inadvertently plowing him over, and by extension you. As you were tackled to the ground, crushed under a pile of giddy dudes, cheers echoed in the house. With how excited everyone was, you couldn’t be that mad. Even Johnny was a little surprised, chucking, “That- that was Dunn and Bam, everyone!”

But after the show was over, and all you were thinking about was getting back to your room. Sticky, sweaty, tired- all you wanted was to shower off all the…fluids and go to bed. Luckily, all the guys had gone off to their rooms of their own accord, so at least they could act like actual adults in that regard. Reaching your room, you jimmied the key to your door into the hole…only to find that it didn’t go in. Rattling the lock for a few moments, you gave up, your arms exhaustedly dropping to your sides as your forehead hit the door. Maybe you could just sleep in the hall. But with a clunk of the turning lock, the door gave way, and you stumbled a few feet into the room, looking up to see a tall, blonde man in front of you.

You spat, “What are you doing in my room?” Ryan chuckled as you confusedly peered around him, acting like he had no idea what you were talking about. “What do you mean? This is our room.” Rubbing your temples, you explained, “No, it isn’t- my suitcase is right ther-“

Eyes going wide, you stared in shock at the only bed in the room. There was Bam, posed like he was mid snow angel on top of the bedspread wearing the shirt he wore to the show and…nothing. Just watching TV, Winnie the Poohing it. Ryan caught on to your surprise, finding you reaction entertaining, “What? I mean, if you really think it’s your room, we can…” Catching yourself staring, you whipped your head away from the blinding man skin, whisper-yelling, “Is- does he just do this?! Is this normal?” He nodded. Wow. You had to give it to them- if anything, they were close. You really had to think to yourself- would you sleep on that bed?

“You know what? I think I’m good- you guys can stay here.” Ryan nodded and closed the door. Assholes. You did have to give them some credit, it was a pretty genius plan. Bam’s sticky fingers probably didn’t help in getting the key, and they were probably still pissed at you commandeering their strip club fun. Assholes.

Walking the halls, you knew you needed somewhere else to crash. Maybe Chris’? Know his propensities toward tossing off, you’d surely leave that room smelling like bleach in the morning, so that was a no. Johnny? No. He left for ‘one more beer’ about an hour ago- more like six or seven more beers. Lost in thought and the peeling beige wallpaper, you didn’t realize what was at your feet until you accidentally kicked it.

Well, you didn’t recognise it until it groaned, rubbing its head and turning around. Looking down, you saw Johnny’s bare muscular frame pressed against the floorboards, prone on the scratchy carpet. Your jaw dropped and you gasped, whispering, “Oh my god- Knoxville?” He looked up at you, eyes half open and clearly plastered. “Y/N…? What’re you ‘doin in m’room…?” You wanted to ask Johnny why he was laying down in the hallway, or why he was only wearing his boxers- or more importantly, why in god’s name had he pissed himself.

“This isn’t your room, Johnny. This is the hallway.” Kneeling down to his level, you tried to nicely reason with him, as futile as it may be (and as much as you wanted to ignore him), “Y’didn’t answer’m fuckin question.” Well, it was worth a shot. You knew you couldn’t lift him up, or at the very least, he wouldn’t let you. But you had to admit, under the yellowing hotel lights, with how he rested his head on a muscular forearm and how toned his back was, he looked kind of handsome from that angle. Sighing, you decided to appeal to him and his irrationality, “Dunn and Bam stole my room key- I have nowhere to sleep.”

It was like the drunken animosity disappeared in a second, as Johnny’s expression changed to a more relaxed one. “Oh…‘Cmere.” He gestured with one arm. You laughed, a little nervous about the dark spot on the carpet next to him, “No way! You pissed yourself!” Almost like he didn’t know already, Johnny looked down, then back up at you, “No I didn’t. That’s all Steve-O there- that’s not me.” That almost made it worse, but you had stopped questioning the things these men did a long time ago. Johnny groaned, “Go’t sleep. M’tired.” Grabbing your forearm, he gently tugged you closer to the ground until, with some resistance, you relaxed next to him and he fell right back to sleep, almost on top of you. Underneath his heavy arms, you felt surprisingly comfortable. It was kinda sweet, in the way only these guys could be.

#jackass #bam margera #johnny knoxville #ryan dunn #steve o #chris pontius #jackass fanfic #jackass fanfiction #johnny knoxville x reader #fluff #jackass x reader #a lot of this is just. shit they did in real life

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peeterparkr · 2 years

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august;steve harrington

one: lost in the memory

august; or how you missed Steve’s character development

Steve Harrington x reader

story summary: memories of a forgotten summer haunt you to this day, and Steve wants to make it up to you. chapter summary: it's been years since you last talked to Steve Harrington word count: 4.5k

based on august by Taylor Swift ✨

warnings: alcohol mention, italics mean past, madonna

This is my first time ever writing for Stever Harrington so please be kind, I hope you like this and if you don't, then you never saw this :) thanks to @erodasghosts for helping me out

“This is going to end, isn’t it? When summer ends.”

Steve turned to you. “No, it won’t.”

You were both laying down on the grass, near the lake, chasing clouds and living dreams. He covered the sun for the both of you.

“No, I know it will. Why else is this all a secret?” You asked, ignoring his gaze. A cigarette hanging from his lips.

“Secrets are good.”

You sat up, stealing the cigarette from him and giving it a hit. “So you won’t be embarrassed to talk to me when we’re back at school?”

“C’mon. We’ve always talked,” he took the cigarette back from you.

“No, not like this.”

Steve watched. “I’ll talk to you.”

“And meet in public?”

He pursed his lips, playing with the cigarette.

“Or are we still sticking to meeting behind the mall?”

“That’s what makes us… us.”

Yeah, right.

It had been years since that conversation and it usually played in your head when you least expected it.

The diner never closed. You usually stayed up until 5 am, working long hours with barely anyone showing up past 1.

That’s when you could finally enjoy some time to yourself. You always thought you’d end up somewhere else. Not here, though. With dreams that never came through, or never became plans and how good can dreams be when they don’t turn into plans?

Dreams are for fools, and you were a fool. Hawkins never offered another option. Though lately, it has offered rumors and fear. Not anything for the dreamers.

But that didn’t matter at 1:52am as you sat down, a coffee jar in your hand, and faint music playing in the background. You moved your feet along the music.

You did want music, another variety however. Not whatever was playing on the radio at 1:52a—53 am now.

Minutes seemed to be hours at this boring old cafe. You’d think that after the whole disaster, your boss would’ve closed the diner and ran away like everyone else was doing.

That was not an option it seemed.

Times were, undoubtedly, dark. Casualties were still hanging up in everyone’s hearts. And Hawkings offered no hope.

The cook sang along to the song.

You disliked this.

All of it.

Margaret, Maggie, your older coworker just watched him with pain.

“You know, Charlie, you’re going to scare y/n off.”

“Nothing scares me, Maggie, if it had, I would’ve run away a long time ago,” you joked, staring at the coffee pot.

Maggie smirked, “are we sure nothin’ scares you? Surely a Betty like you gets scared by something.”

Charlie shrugged. “I was scared by recent events.”

You pursed your lips.

“Those don’t count,” Maggie said. An older woman who made a living out of this diner, who actively encouraged you to get out of here before life got in the way. “Y/N here should be out there, living her life, falling in love, not worrying about this ridiculous shit.”

You sighed. “What do you mean, Maggie? I have enough with the both of you, working at a stinky diner at 2 am, with greasy burgers still cooking just for fun and a coffee pot that’s getting cold , that's a dream.”

Maggie chuckled. “And what about a boyfriend? Don’t you want any of that? I’m sure boys would like to hang out with you instead of us.”

You snorted, “I doubt anyone would turn to look at me in these… fashionable clothes.”

Maggie grinned. “I’ve noticed a guy, the one with the hair, he comes here often and I see that you’re always rushing to get away from him. I assume you like him.”

You chuckled, feeling the blush building upon your cheeks as you rolled your eyes. “Yeah. Right.”

“So you do like him? He is handsome,” Maggie commented.

“No. I actually hate him.”

“Who?” Charlie asked.

“Waffles with extra whipped cream guy, extra bacon.”

“Ah,” Charlie laughed with a smirk. “Handsome one he is. Yeah you always run away.”

“Because—he’s boring, he always orders the same thing,” you tried defending yourself. “Besides, when he’s not here with Dustin, he comes in with Robin. I’m pretty sure they’re dating,and if that weren’t enough, he is Nancy Wheeler’s ex.”

“I don’t know who any of those people are,” Charlie commented.

“Robin works with him at Family video, they used to work at Scoops Ahoy at the mall. She’s nice, she’s pretty. Steve…He— hangs out a lot with Dustin, he is younger, they’re all kids, Max and Mike and Lucas… Not Will anymore. He’s gone. With that girl—who—well. Nancy is dating Jonathan Byers now, which—I would’ve never thought they would back in high school.”

Maggie laughed. “You seem to know a lot about him.”

“I didn't say anything about him, I just randomly namedropped people. But I know nothing about King Steve Harrington. Other than he used to be friends with Carol and Tommy, and other jerks. But he stopped being friends with them. He was a jerk, at first. I did not like him, less when he was around Carol and Tommy H, they sucked.” You leaned against the counter. “And— I know he used to be the worst in French class, and chemistry… and every single subject, actually. I used to tutor him. For a bit, only. I don’t think he even remembers my name, but he was terrible, really, I helped him but boy, was he bad at it, but I discovered more about him. He wasn’t only this idiotic jock…he was misunderstood. Don’t get me wrong, he was an idiot. Treating girls like they were a notch in his belt. Trophies, let’s say. But I gathered from him that he—he was really insecure of himself, he probably thought that by dating all of them he would be worthy of something. Which— even when he was perfect in mostly everything he did from the basketball team to the swim team.”

Maggie only crossed her arms with a smirk.

“He dated, a lot. He He—uh, he dislikes his parents. And he tried to look the closest to Tom Cruise, only days after Risky Business had premiered he showed up talking like him,” you nodded. “College women can smell ignorance like dog shit. He made that movie his whole personality. I know he cried with Annie. He once told me he was a lifeguard. He did not get along with Billy, no one really did, actually…. And currently, he’s helping out with the homeless at our high school. I bumped into him and he was folding clothes and he’s really bad at it. He sucks.”

Charlie and Maggie watched you and then gave each other a knowing glance.

“So you know nothing about him,” Maggie crossed her arms with a smirk.

You shook your head, “no, I don’t. Nothing. I only know he’s a jerk.”

“Uh-huh,” Maggie chuckled. “Let’s hope he visits you tomorrow so you can get to know about him. You can get his order next time.”

“Why would I? He’s an idiot. He probably comes here just to make fun of me.”

Maggie chuckled, “I’m pretty sure he comes in very often and I don’t think it’s because of the waffles.”

“My waffles are the best,” Charlie defended himself,

“They are,” you agreed, nodding your head and pointing with the coffee pot to him. “He’s got a point, besides it’s dinner and a show with Charlie’s singing.”

Charlie frowned, “hey, I’m the best at singing.”

“Change the station,” Maggie offered with a smirk. “Get some of your grooves going as you keep lying to yourself. But please, before he keeps singing,”

You snorted. “Grooves,” you teased as you changed the radio station. A groovy one.

Madonna’s ‘Like a Virgin.’ started playing,

“Now this is music!” You said, moving your head along.

Maggie watched you, chuckling. “You young people scare me.”

You moved your shoulders to her.

“You think you can give a better show than me?” Charlie questioned.

“Is that a challenge?” You grinned hopping to the counter as you laid down on it. You kept loving your shoulders as you sang along. “I was beat! Incomplete! I'd been had, I was sad and blue, but you make me feel, yeah you make me feel!”

Your off key singing suddenly turned into a show as you used spoons as your microphone, and danced behind the counter, putting on a full show with exaggerated movements and dramatic theatrics.

“Y/N stop,” Maggie said.

“Touched for the very first time!” You sang to her even louder.

“Y/N,” Charly shook his head.

“Like a Virgin!”

Madonna would be proud, hadnt it been for the fact that your dancing and singing was distracting you, enough for you to ignore the small bell at the door that had rang as someone had walked in.

Mid dancing, you turned around to continue your performance.

“You’re so fine! Fuck!” You said before wishing Hawkins to give another earthquake and suck you in. You dropped your spoon and felt like you were dying. You ducked behind the counter.

“Hi,” King Steve Harrington stood there awkwardly as you showed your face having watched part of your performance. Robin Buckley standing next to him with a big smirk on her face.

Dustin Henderson, right behind them.

You ducked again.

“Hi,” Robin spoke now, with a smirk. “That was an incredible performance,” you could tell she was trying hard not to be sarcastic and seem nice instead.

“Hi,” you said, dying of embarrassment. “I’m so sorry you—were not supposed to see that, usually at this time no one comes in and—“You were speaking too fast, you cleared your throat and avoided Steve’s gaze.

The whole trio looked tired. That was an understatement. They were all covered with gray circles around their eyes and they looked sad

What they were doing here at 2 am was beyond your thoughts, you only cursed that they’d decided to join you amidst your Madonna performance. But you didn’t questioned their emotional state. Lately everyone in Hawkins was sad.

Dustin was the first to smile. “That was cool! Wasn’t it, Steve?”

Steve offered a smile. “Uh—“he coughed. “Yeah it was—something.”

You’d heard about a ghost or monster of sorts killing or disappearing people. You, right now, wished you were one of the victims.

Maggie joined in. “Hey fellas, you can take your seats and hopefully y/n here will give you all another show, how about that?”

They went and squeezed on a single booth.

You sank behind the counter again.

Maggie watched you. “Are you kidding me?”

“Can you get their orders?” You begged.

“No,” she smiled, politely.

“There is more I know about him,” you admitted. “He’s a jerk and he was a bigger jerk back in high school,” you admitted. “He broke my heart and I dislike him so much.”

Maggie watched you. “So you do know about him.”

You did. More than you wanted to admit. And he knew about you, the things that you didn’t want anyone to know.

Secrets. Which was funny, were you not both based on secrets?

“Yes, I know he’s an idiot.”

An idiot who used to have wine with you, an idiot that laughed on a rooftop, an idiot that laid down on the grass with you.

“But do you like him?”

“No, I try to always show up so he feels guilty.”

Maggie watched them. “Go get their order. I’m busy.”

No, you didn’t like him. Not anymore, you wouldn’t go on that lane again.

Hawkins offered enough darkness for you to search one in yourself.

“Busy? Busy? Doing what?” You called her out.

She just walked away swaying her hips..

You breathed in, slowly. “Fine.”

You stood up and made your way over. “Hello ladies and gentlemen, I hope you enjoyed the show, what can I get for you tonight? May I offer anyone some coffee?”

The three of them started to unanimously tell you their orders.

“You know fellas, I don’t have a super power so I’m gonna need you all to give them one by one.”

Steve turned to you, “Sorry, y/n,” he apologized.

So he remembered your name.

You made eye contact with him for what seemed a second. Then you were reminded of who he was. A good reminder for you, it’s good to keep track of your heart.

There had always been something in his eyes. Something you loved and hated, eyes which spoke.

Steve had always been quiet, but his eyes had always been loud.

“So, coffee. Who wants coffee?” You asked again.

They all raised their hands.

Great.

When had Steves gang turned into a child and a girl whom you didn’t hate was not an answer you had.

“‘Kay, I’ll be right back with coffee for and then you all can, in order, tell me what you want.”

“Thanks y/n,” Steve said as you walked away. You filled the coffee pot and got each a cup. Except for Steve. Consciously.

Because it was one of those days, when you had remembered what it felt like to be hurt. When you remembered how bad Steve Harrington can hurt you.

You laughed against his chest. “Are you kidding?”

“I haven’t slept since, that movie scared me. You should take care of yourself, you’re a babysitter sometimes.”

“I’m sure Mike Myers won’t come after me.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I can’t believe Steve the King Harrington is scared of a movie.”

When one is most lonely is when the mind is most annoying. You were always lonely.

Dustin watched you curiously. “Uh you forgot a cup, for Steve.”

“Did I?” You asked. “Ah,” you took out your notepad. “So, what can I get for you?”

Robin watched you then with a big smirk on her face. She snorted and watched Steve.

It was with little things that you could get back at him. Slowly.

“I’ll have—“Steve started.

“Yeah, I know, waffles with extra whipped cream and extra bacon.”

You did know him. He hadn’t changed his order since that one august. People don’t change.

Or maybe they do. For the better, hopefully.

You had, hadn’t you?

Maybe you believe heartache to be the first spark to ignite a change in people. Perhaps when the heart is most vulnerable is when you can mold it.

There is a chance, perhaps, that hearts don’t break, but they become weak, vulnerable, moldeable. Perhaps a heartbreak may not be literal. Or does the heart lose something when it breaks?

Maybe.

Maybe the heart loses and keeps trying to build back up, of new pieces, with bandaids and tape. Building from scattered parts that we find.

But had you built it?

Robin grinned, watching Steve get uncomfortable.

“You’re not getting his coffee?”

You took a deep breath, “Yeah. I’d rather get Charlie cooking first. I’ll bring it in a second.”

Steve watched. “Actually, Can I get a milkshake, too?” Steve asked.

You took a deep breath. “Hm-hm”

“Strawberry, still my favorite,” Steve awkwardly said. You glared.

Strawberry milkshakes. He was doing it on purpose. Strawberry milkshakes was your thing. But you had to ignore it for now.

Saying us.

“Never have I ever—had a strawberry milkshake,”

“That’s bullshit.”

“I swear, it’s true,” he chuckled. “It’s always chocolate, vanilla.”

“You don’t know what you’re missing on, Harrington.”

Robin watched between the both of you. She nodded to herself. She knew part of the story, not all.

How august had come in and gone so, so quickly. She didn’t know it, she’d only known about you hanging out with Steve Harrington.

‘Why?’

‘He’s not that bad’

‘No, he is.’

He was.

“Robin?” You turned to the girl, whom you’d been friends with, for a while. Until you graduated and before she was friends with Steve. Which, you could not understand. How a friend can betray you and be with someone who had broken your heart.

She had said it, ‘you’re young, it’ll pass’.

No, it wouldn’t.

‘He’s Steve Harrington, who in their right mind falls for Steve Harrington?’

Maybe she’d been right for that one.

Robin and you had been close, until you weren’t. You blamed Steve. And there was a longer story behind everything.

“Yeah, uh, I’ll have—the cheeseburger, with fries,” Robin said. “And milkshake, too”

Dustin looked up and gave you a smile. You smiled back. Even though he’d made the conscious choice to be friends with a jerk you knew the kid had nothing to be blamed on.

Besides, you knew him to be grieving. You’d learned he’d been friends with Eddie Munson, another old friend from high school, someone whom you’d blantantly avoided the summer with Steve happened.

“Hey, y/n,” Eddie had called. “Are we seeing each other today?”

You licked your lips, it was a Friday morning, and Steve had yet to call.

“No, I can’t. I’m busy—“

“Busy?” Eddie laughed, “I thought you would join us for DnD?”

“Can’t tonight, Munson.”

Steve didn’t call.

Steve had, undoubtedly, taken away everything from you. There was a reason why you didn’t want to be friends with him anymore. Friends.

As if you’d ever been friends.

“I’ll have—a burger too,” Dustin said. “Chocolate milkshake for me.”

“Me too, cheeseburger,” Steve said. “Time for a change, right?”

You ignored Steve’s gaze, just like he had all these years.

You placed their orders and waited behind the counter. You could tell Steve was uneasy. Dustin and Robin only watched you while gossiping with him.

Were they making fun of you?

You had seen Steve show up regularly lately, you had noticed that and he always watched you and tried talking to you, you ignored him every time and let Maggie take his orders.

It was rewarding.

You did give him his coffee, but ran away as fast as you could before he could engage in any conversation.

“See? What did I tell you?” You heard Steve tell Dustin and Robin.

You sat by the counter.

“He always asks for you, you know,” Maggie said as she was making the milkshakes, letting the blender be as loud as it could so you could talk to each other.

You shrugged.

“I don’t like him,” you said. “And I have a fair reason not to.”

“Which is?”

You took a deep breath and stared at him, when he noticed he gave you an awkward smile and a wave.

“He’s an idiot,” you admitted to Maggie.

“What’s the real story? I know there is a long story behind that.”

Was it? A short summer that had gone too fast. A summer that would be remembered every now and then.

So much for one summer. A summer that comes as a chalk drawing on the floor, easily erased with the rain.

“I’ll see you on Monday, maybe I’ll pick you up for school.”

“Can’t wait.”

He never did.

“Not really, look at him, he’s an idiot,” you said as you watched the guy drop his coffee as he saw you staring again. The cup was shattered. He had a talent for shattering things. “We spent—“you cleared your throat. “We spent a summer together. It was a secret, then we came back to school and he ignored me. Now if you’ll excuse me I’ll clean up his mess. As usual.”

You went back to him as he was already trying to clean it up.

“I’m really—really sorry,” he was whispering. “I broke—“

“It’ll be on your receipt,” you said.

“He’s an idiot, we are sorry,” Dustin said, helping you clean.

Steve was shaking. “I’m—sorry, uh, y/n can I—“

“I’ll get you another one,” you said as you went to the counter gathering a broom and a mop.

Steve followed. “No, I’ll get it, I did that. I’m sorry.”

You turned to see him and handed it to him.

“I know what it’s like to have ugly customers,” he said, smiling awkwardly. “I’m sorry.”

You only stared.

“Hey, maybe—uh, next time, this could be your microphone,” he grinned, playing with the mop. “You know, like—“he swiveled the mop. “Madonna is more—“

“Oh, please don’t.”

“No, no,” he grinned as he shook his head, letting out his hair hang loose. “Uh—I have seen you helping out.”

“Yeah, the kitchen,” you said.

“I’m helping too, sorting clothes and such,” he grinned.

“Uh-huh.”

“Maybe—-uh, maybe I could uh, give you a ride home one of these days, you know, it’s not,” he cleared his throat. “It’s not safe.”

“I’m okay.”

He turned to his friends who only watched him disappointedly. he cleared his throat and stared at the radio, turning it up. The news were on repeat. only a reminder of these dark times.

He cleared his throat and clumsily changed the station. Holiday by Madonna started playing. “Perfect.”

You crossed your arms, humored.

“More—next time try moving more uh—“he started moving his shoulders.

“Enlighten me, please.”

“Actually,” he handed the mop and broom back to you. “I remembered Madonna doesn’t like the mic stands so—“

You watched as he took a deep breath.

“Madonna is more—“he cleared his throat as he failed attempting to dance as Madonna. Moving up his hands in the air, with two left feet moving around the diner as if it were come kind of horrific dancefloor. Moving his hips to the sides and jumping.

Steve Harrington was making a complete fool of himself in front of you.

Humming and not knowing any of the lyrics to the song that was playing.

“Celebrate!” He said as he raised his arms, with every lack of rhythm he could have.

You were deciding how to react. You were embarrassed by him and tried not to laugh. You turned to look at Dustin and Robin who were just as embarrassed of their friend. Dustin covered his eyes and Robin was only laughing to herself and shaking her head.

But Steve continued, he had started so he had to finish. Even Maggie and Charlie had stopped what they were doing to watch the man make a fool of himself.

And for a moment, there was the Steve you’d met for a summer, a Steve that only you had been lucky enough to meet.

“I’ve seen the video,” he said. “I know she moves like this.”

You smiled then, and even chuckled. “You’re done now, you don’t have to make a fool of yourself.”

He approached you, “I think we all need to dance in such dark times.”

You rolled your eyes, as he only watched with a smirk as he snapped his fingers. You found yourself smiling and you didn’t like that.

“I know you’re loving this!”

Were you?

It was weird how he assumed to know. Did he really? Had you not been gone from his memory?

You turned around as Maggie placed the plates for you to hand them. He approached you as he tried engaging you to dance with him, you were quick to push him away.

“Come on? You were dancing just fine before,” he grinned.

“It was a private performance.”

He chuckled. “Weren’t we once, a private performance?”

You ignored him and took the orders to the booth.

“Y/N,” he said. “Dance with me, please?”

“So, here’s the three burgers with a side of fries each and your milkshakes.”

You had decided to ignore him because you knew him, perfectly fine. And you were not falling for his tricks again. You didn’t want it to rain again, you didn’t want to curse another month.

“Y/N?”

“Uh, I forgot the ketchup, sorry,” you turned around to see Steve waiting for you.

He gave you a look. A single look. Had you not been on your senses or perfectly aware of who he was you would’ve fallen right away, down to his feet.

Stupid eyes he had.

“No,” you tried walking past him but he stopped you.

“Please?”

“No, and let me walk, please.”

He sighed and cleared his throat. “Sorry, you’re right, you’re a better Madonna than me,” he sighed.

“I am,”you said . “Enjoy your meal. You can clean when you’re done,” you handed back the mop and broom.

He sighed and sat down as Robin and Dustin chuckled.

“I know,” he said. “I know.”

You walked to Maggie who gave you a sad smile. “He’s not bad.”

“He is.”

There was a moment of silence, you only turned the music louder, with songs you loved from last year, or decades before.

Maybe you were too harsh on Steve, but really, you weren’t. No, you werent and this probably was another one of his tricks, another game on you.

You didn’t know how long it happened until they were paying. Steve had tried talking to you once or twice more but you’d only faked to miss him.

Robin and Dustin had walked out but Steve had stayed to clean the mess he had made.

“No, I was kidding, that’s my job you don’t have to do it,” you said.

“No, I do. I have a new philosophy, to clean up the mess I’ve made.”

You chuckled. “That’s going to take you a long time.”

He sighed. “So, you don’t like me.”

“What gave it away?”

“I thought we were friends, we used to be friends in high school.”

You snorted and looked away. “Friends? Friends?” You let out a cynical laugh. “No, we were not. I tutored you for a bit. We were not friends.”

“And what about—“

“What about what?”

“You know, that summer.”

He had to be kidding right now. “Yeah. That proves we are not friends.”

“Right. Look, I was a jerk. And I’m—“

“Yeah. Big one.”

“I’ve changed.”

“Good.”

You walked away trying to find anything else to do, as he followed after you.

“Please, y/n.”

“You think just because you dance to Madonna I’ll just magically forgive you?”

“Well.”

“No, Steve, I don’t like you, I don’t know what you’re trying to do and I know you’ve been trying to reach out to me—“

“Yes, for a while now! I’ve even called you—“

“Years after you were a jerk, what came to your mind? Why now?”

“I’m just sorry.”

“Look, I’m sorry,” you chuckled. “I know, I know. It must be so hard for you for a girl not to fall at your feet but I’m sure plenty of girls are dying to have Steve Harrington talk to them.” Irony and sarcasm were stirring form each and every word.

He sighed, “May I make it up to you?” He asked.

“Is guilt not letting you sleep?”

He sighed, “ I know I was—probably the biggest jerk to you back in the day.”

“Yep, you were.”

“May I make it up? Let’s go watch a movie—“

“Oh, who paid you this time?”

He took a step back. He knew there was absolutely no chance against you. You’d defeated Steve Harrington.

He bit his lip, “I really have changed. And I’ll prove it.”

“What for, Steve?”

“I’ll prove it!” He said, before walking out.

Maggie watched you. “You’re too harsh.”

“No, I'm not even close to being harsh.”

“Why, y/n? Why not give him a chance?”

“Because—Because it’s his fault I curse an entire month.”

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A Past Encounter - Bucky Barnes x Reader (nsfw)

Summary: Being in a relationship with Bucky, Y/N prided herself on knowing him quite well but when she’s accidentally teleported back to 1940, Y/N discovers that there is a whole other Bucky that she has yet to meet. The sweet flirt that had everything going for him before his unfortunate capture by HYDRA.

Word Count: 5000+

Warnings: scared Bucky, flirty 40's!Bucky, small 40's!Steve, brief angst (if you squint), another movie reference (cheers to anyone who finds it), awkwardness

a/n: Somewhat proofread & edited. Also I tried to keep Bucky and Steve in character based on the bits and pieces we see them acting like normal people in The First Avenger. I got stuck a few times so I really hope at least someone enjoy this.

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Chapter Two

They were in the middle of the fight when off to his right, he saw a black hole appear into thin air, casting a blue-orange light against the concrete floor and walls.

After he knocked out the last HYDRA soldier, Bucky’s eyes shifted to the black hole only to see it wasn’t quite a black hole.

He could see inside it and the moment he could, Tony flew right through it and crashed into the wall behind them.

Then he turned his attention back to the black hole and soon saw Tallis kick himself up from the ground and strike Y/N into her side causing her to stumble back.

And before she could recover from it, Tallis swiped her legs off from under her body, making her body start to fall back.

Bucky opened his mouth to yell her name, but the closing of the black hole stopped him from doing so and now he could no longer see her.

Panic began to rise within his chest when not even a minute later, he heard her yell, “He took off, I’m currently chasing him down, heading your way, Cap!”

Steve promptly responded back, “Be careful, he could lead you into another ambush!”

Only a few seconds passed, and before they even knew what happened they heard a grunt, like someone had just been tackled then nothing else.

It was only static.

The team made quick work of all the HYDRA agents that came out of the woodwork, and Cap spoke over the radio again.

“Sound off.”

“Natasha.”

“Tony.”

“Bucky.”

“Sam.”

“... …”

“Y/N?” They heard Cap say.

“Y/N, you there?”

Nothing.

Bucky, and Sam exchanged looks of worry before Bucky looked at Tony who had stood up. “Where is she?”

“Friday, scan the area for any last known locations on thermogenic signatures.”

He paused right where he was as his A.I. scanned the entire building they were in, including the sublevel basements.

Then a small blip of a sound rang out from Tony’s helmet before Friday spoke. “Last known location on thermogenic signatures is 600 feet North of your position.”

Bucky sprinted in that direction, leaving Tony and Sam in his dust.

His heart pounded against the wall of his chest, sweat collected on his temple, and he could feel the fear tingling up his spine.

The echoing sound of his rapid footsteps bouncing off the concrete walls did nothing to distract his thoughts from the sick sensation clawing into his stomach.

When he reached, what he guessed was 600 feet, the spot in which Tony had called out, his heart fell to the floor.

She wasn’t here.

His blue iris’ danced about the tight intersection of the hallway, connecting four ways, trying, hoping to find some sign of where Y/N could be and came up absolutely empty.

Several pairs of footsteps, and the sound of bootjets rushed down the hall in a cascade of noises converging together.

Bucky didn’t need to look up to know that Steve was now in front of him, shield held tightly in his hand.

Every single one of them looked down to the floor, following Bucky’s gaze. His gaze so fixated on the one spot on the ground that it looked like he was attempting to will Y/N to appear right before their eyes, but they knew better.

He felt nauseous, utterly sick, borderline terminally ill. His throat grew tight, it was getting hard to breathe, and a heavy pain grew inside his heart.

Barely audible, he whispered a single sentence.

“Where are you?”

________

It couldn’t be.

How was it even possible?

Tony’s words from earlier rang through her head.

I believe they are quantum particles, and they are faintly warping the atoms of this time.

Was Tallis able to manipulate time and space?

That seemed to make the most sense, Tallis had traveled through time in order to escape and for some reason that escape led to the past.

“Ma’am?” The younger version of Bucky asked.

Y/N snapped out of her stupor staring over to him, seeing his eyes filled with concern. She realized then that they were still standing in the middle of the road.

She took a few deep breaths, trying to gain control of her body back from the shock. “Uh what?”

“I asked if you were okay…” He replied, briefly looking back to the car.

Y/N still stared at him, mouth opening and closing several times as she tried to force her brain to work. “Y-yeah, I think so…”

“Is she okay?” Another familiar voice asked as another male jumped out of the car. He rounded around to the front as well standing just behind Bucky, and there was Steve.

Y/N had to stop the gasp from leaving her throat when she saw Steve so small and skinny. She rationalized that it must be before Bucky went to war and before Steve got the serum.

Somewhere before 1943.

“You’re bleeding.” Steve pointed out, his eyes drifting up to her temple.

She reached up and felt around her head, hissing in pain when her fingers glided across the spot that Tallis had side kicked her. Pulling back her hand, there was the obvious smear of blood over her fingertips.

“Right. He hit me…” Y/N mumbled out without meaning to.

The tension skyrocketed as Bucky took in a sharp inhale and Steve gave him a knowing look.

“Did someone hit you?” Bucky asked, voice pinched.

That made Y/N focus up; she couldn’t let them know about Tallis, no she had to tell them something else, something believable.

LIke a switch, Y/N went into ex-SHIELD agent mode.

“Yeah; I was walking through the alley..” she gestured behind, “And this guy jumped him, tried to take my purse. I fought back, but he ended up hitting me during the struggle and took off with my bag.”

“Do you want us to take you to the police?” Steve asked kindly.

“No!” She blurted out loudly causing Bucky and Steve to flinch.

She cleared her hoarse throat from all the fighting and running around. “No, there’s nothing they could do anyway. I didn’t even see his face.”

Bucky took a look around, a question forming in his mind. “Well, is there anywhere we can take you? Like family or maybe a friend's house?”

Shit.

She had to think of something fast so she replied with what came to mind first.

“I’m afraid I don’t have any family or friends here. I was just visiting New York; wanted to see what it was like.” Y/N nervously laughed as she tried to play off the lie.

At that moment, Bucky’s mood did a 180 and he grinned at her. “Well I’m sorry your first visit ended with you being mugged. Despite what people say, Brooklyn isn’t so bad.”

“I’m sure it's great,” She grinned back, watching as both Steve relaxed when Bucky did. “But anywho, I probably should get going. I don't want to keep you in the middle of the road.”

Y/N began to step away, but Bucky stopped her. “Wait, didn’t you say your bag got stolen? You gonna be able to find a place to stay without your purse?”

“Oh my god, you’re right.” She closed her eyes for a brief second as she realized that he was correct. Sort of.

She didn’t have a purse with her to begin with, and she wasn’t a tourist wanting to see the city. However, she most certainly was not going to be able to stay someplace with money.

Though she doubted even if she had money, it would’ve been useless considering money in the 40’s looked very different from the money in 2016.

Most likely scenario, she’d be arrested for suspected counterfeit.

“You know…” Bucky began, “if you’re okay with it, you could always stay with us until you get back on your feet.”

Y/N’s eyes lit up and not because she was excited.

“Oh no, I couldn’t do that. I’ve already been so much trouble for you two, I wouldn’t want to impose.” She frantically explained away, fiddling with her hands as she did.

Steve stepped forward that time, a gentle look in his face. “You wouldn’t be imposing, it’s the least we could do.”

“Yeah,” Bucky quickly agreed. “We did almost hit you with a car.”

“To be fair, I stepped out onto the road.” Y/N retorted playfully.

Steve smiled at the retort while Bucky chuckled. “Regardless, you could probably at least use some place to sleep; maybe clean yourself up.” He gestured to the dried blood on her head.

“I- “ She started, but the grumbling sound coming from her stomach caused her to clamp her mouth shut.

“Why don’t we talk about it over dinner? There’s a diner a couple of blocks down; Steve and I were heading that way anyway. So what do you say?” Bucky suggested kindly.

Y/N tucked her arms across her gut, heat blooming in her cheeks in embarrassment. “Uh..sounds good.”

Bucky beamed at her response, already backtracking to his car. He reached out to the door handle and pulled open the back passenger side. “Why don’t ya hop in and we’ll be on our way.”

All Y/N did was nod, making her way to the back and smoothly slipped into the seat of the car, leaving Bucky to close it shut for her.

Soon Bucky got back inside the driver's seat and Steve was quick to follow in the front passenger side. A few seconds later, Bucky turned over the engine and music began to play from the radio.

It sounded as though a song had just ended and a man began to speak.

“That was ‘Green Eyes’ sung by Jimmy Dorsey, here! Live in New York City. Next are the Andrew Sisters singing a real toe tapping tune; ‘The Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy!’”

Then the sound of trumpets played rapidly followed by three female voices. “He was a famous trumpet man from out Chicago way. He had a boogie style that no one else could play.”

Y/N’s eyes nearly popped out of her skull as she immediately recognized the song.

It was by pure chance.

It reminded her of those early afternoons at her grandmother’s house when she was a kid. Her grandmother loved the song and explained it was because of how fast paced it was, she even had it on a rare vinyl record with a record player to go along with it.

Wait, when was her grandmother born again? Is she even alive right now?

Y/N thought to herself as her eyes focused on the passing buildings. A lot of them had the same rustic look, seemingly old and forgotten. However, every once in a while she'd see a shop with a bright sign, begging people to just step inside.

The notion of extravagant signs pulling people to come visit wasn’t unfamiliar, though most of the older buildings back home looked just as shiny as the new restaurants and stores so they all blended together in a plain blur.

But here, one can very easily tell which was open for business for the night and as they made their way down the street, briefly stopping at a traffic light, Y/N peered outside to see a growing crowd of people going in and out of one particular diner.

Many of the people grouped together, several couples having their arms wrapped around each other as they laughed along with their friends.

It made her think of-

“That’s the diner I was talking about.” Bucky motioned outside his window.

Her eyes flicked to him as he spoke then returned to the crowded restaurant just as fast. “It sure is busy.”

“That’s how it usually is on Friday nights.” Bucky casually addressed, turning the car left into a big open parking lot.

Okay, so it was a Friday evening sometime before 1943.

Y/N rolled her eyes at the realization since there were indeed many Friday evenings in the 1940’s; a specific year and month would be nice.

Bucky smoothly pulled into a parking space then turned the car off, pulling the key out to put it into his pocket.

“You think we’ll be able to get a seat?” Steve asked, staring out at all the people.

“I’m sure we’ll figure out something.” Bucky reassured as he gripped the door latch to push the door open.

Steve didn’t add anything else while he followed Bucky’s lead to get out.

Y/N stared down at the door handle for a moment too long for her liking before figuring out how it worked; pulling the latch then getting out too.

Immediately they all strolled up to the front of the diner, and stepped inside. The laughter of the numerous patrons overwhelmed her hearing for a second, seeming like a thunderous boom causing her to cover her ears.

Her eyes darted for the floor while keeping her ears covered. She tried her best to look where she was going, but she ended up bumping into Steve having not realized he had stopped walking when Bucky paused in the middle of the aisle.

“Sorry..” She mumbled out, hoping Steve heard her. She knew he had when he gave her a polite nod.

“Hey!” Bucky shouted over top of the crowd, “there’s a booth right back there!”

No sooner had he said that did he continue walking forward, Steve and Y/N following him.

They arrived next to the booth quickly and when they did Y/N was the first one to slide into the seat. Bucky gestured for Steve to sit down first and then he too, slid in next to Steve.

Y/N began to twiddle her thumbs as she waited for a waiter to come by. Her leg bounced up and down when she saw that a waitress was heading toward them, but got distracted with another table that had motioned for her.

“I never caught your name.” Bucky said, loud enough for her to hear.

She perked up. “Oh it’s Y/N, Y/N L/N.”

Bucky then extended his hand out toward her. “I’m James Barnes, but you can call me Bucky.” He winked at her, causing a sudden warmth to rush to her cheeks.

He retracted his hand and then gestured next to him. “This is Steve.”

“Steve Rogers.” Steve stuck out his hand.

Y/N shook his hand too. “It’s nice to meet you. Both of you.”

“So what I mentioned earlier..” Bucky started but Y/N interjected.

“I know you offered me your place to stay and I do appreciate that, but you don’t really even know me that well.”

“Yeah that’s true, however, I can’t just walk away knowing you have nowhere to go.” Bucky insisted.

She glanced away from him for a second, contemplating what to say when he spoke up again.

His face had taken on a sudden serious expression, voice no longer playful. “If you’re worried that we might…” he gestured between himself and Steve, “try something with you, you know, you don’t have to worry because we’re not like that.”

“No, we’re not.” Steve said adamantly, shaking his head as if to further prove Bucky’s point.

“Oh no, I’m not worried about that!” Y/N reassured them, waving a hand at the idea. She knew better than that. “The thought hadn’t even crossed my mind. It’s just…are you really sure?”

“I’m positive.”

“I know I keep harping on the subject, but if I stayed with you, I couldn’t pay you.”

Bucky opened his mouth to speak but the waitress that had previously been busy finally walked over, a pen and paper in hand. “What can I get you three?”

“I’ll have a cheeseburger with fries, and a coke.” Bucky answered, his attention fully on the waitress.

She scribbled down what he said before her eyes flicked over to Steve’s small figure.

“I’ll have a cheeseburger too; pickles on the side, with fries and a coke, please.”

The waitress then turned her attention to Y/N, however, her bored expression shifted into one of confusion.

Y/N immediately caught onto the change and quickly realized what it was about her that made the waitress make such a face. She gazed down at herself realizing that the skin tight battle suit (much like Natasha’s) looked definitely out of place here.

But she didn’t comment on it, only letting out an airy scoff, to herself as she thought of a reply. “Um..I’ll just have what he’s having.” She said, briefly pointing to Bucky.

The waitress just kind of nodded, not knowing what else to do as she slightly back tracked away from their table toward the diner’s kitchen.

When the waitress was out of earshot, Bucky coughed. “As I was saying; you don’t have to pay me. That’s not why I offered, alright?”

“Okay, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to have someplace to sleep tonight.” Y/N finally agreed with a jerky nod.

Bucky sent her a quick nod. “Well there ya go, now let’s get onto a much less serious topic. Where are you from? You said you were from out of town.”

“Uh..Ohio.” Y/N blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

“That’s a bit of a ways from here. Did you ride the bus? Or did you drive yourself?” Steve asked, becoming more interested in the conversation.

Y/N faced Steve. “Oh I rode the bus; it felt like it took forever.”

“I’ll bet. Which town did you grow up in?” Bucky continued to ask about her life.

“There’s this small town called Knockemstiff. You two ever heard of it?”

Bucky and Steve shook their heads. “Can’t say we have.”

Y/N waved a hand at them with a bashful laugh. “I’m not surprised, it’s kind of out in the middle of nowhere.”

God, listen to me. I’m just making this all up. She silently scolded herself as she lied to their faces; which a part of her felt guilty for.

There was a pause, leaving the three to listen to the racket of the other customers while Y/N wracked her brain.

“Um, were you born here in Brooklyn?” Y/N asked Bucky.

He smiled. “Yeah, I’ve lived here my whole life with my mom, dad, and younger sister.”

That bit of information made Y/N perk up inquisitively. “You have a sister? What’s her name?”

Bucky grinned at her question. “It’s Rebecca, she just turned nine last month.”

“That’s nice. I don’t have any siblings of my own, but when I was younger I always wished I had.”

“Even though it’s just her, Becca can be a handful.”

Y/N nodded knowingly. “I bet, girls can be just as rambunctious as boys at times.”

Bucky laughed fondly as he thought about his sister. “Once she gets comfortable with you; she’s usually shy in front of people.”

“I think that’s with every kid.”

Y/N smiled albeit awkwardly before she focused her attention back to Steve. “What about you? Do you have any siblings?”

Steve shook his head. “Unfortunately no. My mom and dad only had enough time to have me.”

“Oh, why’s that?”

In a small insignificant motion, Steve briefly made eye contact with Bucky whose expression dropped a little and then took a deep breath as he shifted in his seat.

It was obvious to Y/N, from her years of being an agent, that Steve was slightly uncomfortable with the question, but he began to answer her anyway.

“Well let’s just say that they barely had the means to care for me and themselves, let alone another kid. Then some years later, dad joined the army, got killed and eventually my mom worked as a nurse in the T.B. ward. She did that for a while before she caught it, then died some years ago.”

Y/N’s face fell, saddened by the story of Steve’s life. She was aware that Steve did exactly have a glamorous life growing up, but she never knew that it was so lonely.

Had she not been looking at Steve she would've seen Bucky staring her way, gauging her reaction to Steve’s story.

It wasn’t that he thought she would speak ill towards him, but there were times when Steve had shared something about himself when a girl joined them for whatever reason and the annoyance coupled with slight resentment permeated their eyes.

It really irked him.

Yeah, he loved the girls but if they couldn’t stand his best friend, he couldn’t stand them.

However, he was pleasantly surprised with Y/N.

Her expression was endearing, eyes soft, and mouth pinched in sympathy; not a hint of irritation. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.”

Steve shook his head. “That’s alright. Luckily though, I had my best friend.” He nudged Bucky’s side causing him to smile. “I couldn’t have gotten through it without Bucky.”

“What are you talking about? I’m your only friend.” Bucky snarkily commented.

Steve rolled his eyes at him as he rested her arms on top of the table. Y/N couldn’t help but smile at them, even now they seemed so close; like brothers.

“Well you know,” Y/N began hesitantly. “If all goes smoothly, maybe we could be friends too.”

As soon as the sentence had left her mouth, she felt as though she were intruding on their friendship and was unnecessarily inserting herself into something private.

That thought was dashed though when she saw Steve’s pleased features. “I would like that.”

She smiled back at him, a relief chuckle leaving her mouth as her eyes flickered to Bucky. He was already looking at her with the same kind of face. She could almost describe him as happy.

He looked so handsome when he was happy. She wished she could see more.

“I think that’s a good idea.” Bucky voiced excitedly, glancing between Steve and Y/N.

For the rest of dinner, Bucky and Steve continued to ask her questions about her life and she reciprocated in kind.

A lot of the information that they shared were things that she already knew seeing as how she was dating Bucky and close friends with Steve in 2016.

But she had to admit, hearing about their lives in this time, in this setting, did make it feel like the first time.

She only hoped that she wouldn’t let herself get too carried away with the two boys, she knew things about them that they hadn't told her yet and she needed to keep her distance.

It might be Steve and Bucky but it wasn’t her Steve and Bucky.

They couldn’t know the truth of why or how she was smack dab in the middle of Brooklyn.

Once the three finished their meal, they all got up from their booth and left. Though not before Bucky left the money for the meal on the table top.

Y/N immediately took note of the warm night air rushing over her skin. She recognized that it had to be somewhere around Spring or Summer. New York was never warm unless in the weather of those two seasons.

The ride back to Bucky and Steve’s shared apartment was met with an odd sort of silence.

Regardless of the fact that they had spent a majority of the night getting to know each other (again), Y/N still wasn’t ready to completely let herself relax in their presence.

Somehow she had to keep the gap between them so she wouldn’t hurt them when she’d return to her own time. At least, she hoped she could return to her own time.

Luckily the silence didn’t keep up when Bucky turned down an alleyway, slowly moving the car forward as he looped to a back lot where other cars were parked.

The moment Y/N got out of the vehicle, she memorized every single step up to Bucky and Steve’s apartment.

She memorized the sound of the squeaky front door of the apartment complex, the ding of the elevator, the clicking sound of the button when Bucky pressed the number five on the panel, the sound of their footsteps as they trekked down the tiled hallway.

Everything.

It hadn’t been something she consciously did; her brain just did it. Every intricate and unimportant detail she was committing to memory like somehow she’d need to refer back to it later.

“Here we go, home sweet home.” Bucky said, pushing open the wooden door.

He stepped to the side, letting Y/N walk in before him and Steve and carefully watched her as she walked out into the middle of the living room.

Barely ten steps in and Y/N could make out near the entire apartment.

The living room in which she was standing had a single couch pressed into the wall to her right with a small coffee table sitting in front of it. To the couch’s right side was a fabric covered chair and a tall lamp sitting between them.

A couple of feet back behind the lounge chair was a dining table complete with four chairs and another lamp to light that section of the room. Along that side of the apartment’s wall, next to the dining table was a window that overlooked the street down below.

Connected to the same room as the dining space was a compact kitchen. She turned to face that direction, seeing a simple but clean kitchen.

It looked like a narrow hallway almost; on one side you had the refrigerator in the corner, some counter space next to it, then the stove and oven beside it. On the opposite wall was the sink with a shelf hanging above it. And on both sides were cabinets lining the wall.

Off to the left of the kitchen was, from what Y/N could make out, the bathroom; the wooden door half open to reveal a sink and mirror.

Her eyes traveled the expanse of the apartment, over Bucky and Steve’s figures as they stood by the closed front door. Eventually her eyes came across two open doorways which could only be their bedrooms.

Despite the small size of the place, it was rather quaint.

“We know it’s not much but it’s home.” Bucky suddenly said, hands in his pant pockets.

Y/N whipped her head back to the boys who had been waiting for her to get a feel for the apartment.

“I like it.” She admitted fondly as she took another look around.

She didn’t see as the two men exchanged surprised looks. Steve was the first to step forward. “Really?”

“Yes, it looks homey.” She beamed, finally turning to face them.

Her response made both of the boys grin at her then to each other. Bucky, lifted his hand to scratch at his temple, bashfully making his way over to Y/N’s side.

“Glad you like it.”

Y/N took another few seconds to take it all in then she sighed contently, looking up to Bucky’s towering figure. “Could I bother you for a change of clothes? Sleeping in this suit is kind of...”

“Oh, of course. Just give me a minute.” Bucky quickly walked off, disappearing into one bedroom sitting closest to the living room.

Y/N and Steve stood in quietly, keeping their focus on something other than each other but they did end up making eye contact a few times and awkwardly smiled at one another to possibly ease the tension.

The sound of rummaging clothes was the only sound in the apartment besides the cars on the road near fifty feet down from their current location.

It hadn’t been too long when Bucky walked out of his room with a folded white shirt and a pair of striped pajama pants in hand. “Will these work for you?”

Y/N softly took them from his hands. “Yes, these should do just fine. I’m just gonna go change in the bathroom.”

“Yeah, please go ahead. Do what you need to do.” Bucky kindly offered while watching Y/N already making her way to the bathroom.

Once she closed the door to the bathroom and switched the light on, the tension in her shoulders sank down and out from her body. This was the one moment she finally had to herself.

She tossed the extra clothes to the edge of the sink, gripping the porcelain with both hands. She let her head hang low, eyes staring at nothing while she tried to focus on the beating of her own heart.

Her mind raced through everything that happened up to this point: fighting Tallis, accidentally getting teleported back in time, having dinner with Bucky and Steve before her parents were even born, spending the night in their apartment. Y/N wondered if she’d be able to process it all.

Could this be one of those vivid dreams where the world around her felt real?

On that thought, Y/N lifted herself up to see her slightly dirt covered cheeks and temple covered in dried blood.

She looked tired, damn it, she was tired. Most of the day, Y/N spent fighting HYDRA and then Tallis.

Stupid Tallis.

With a shake of her head, Y/N grabbed the towel on the nearby rack, holding it under the faucet of the sink to run it through water. Once wet, she dabbed a corner of the towel over the cut on her head and wiped the skin clean.

Over the next several minutes, Y/N spent shifting out of her skin tight battle suit and into Bucky’s pjs. However, she couldn’t keep the pants on as they were far too large that they wouldn’t even prop awkwardly around her waist. So she left them off.

Luckily, the white shirt hung just above her knees, long enough to cover the most intimate parts of her.

A shrug of her shoulders then Y/N stepped out of the bathroom. She saw Bucky and Steve stand to attention when the bathroom door squeaked open, but what followed made her cheeks heat up.

Steve had taken one look at her and awkwardly coughed, turning his thin body away from her. And Bucky’s deep blue eyes couldn’t look away from the alluring sight of Y/N’s exposed legs.

What Y/N had considered fairly tame must’ve been very scandalous to them.

“Uh…the pants were too big.” Y/N explained, beginning to fidget where she was standing.

Bucky then shook his head, blinking rapidly to break himself out of his thoughts. “Th-that’s okay, whatever makes you comfortable.”

She nodded, trying to bury her embarrassment as she pointed to the couch. “I uh..I can sleep on the couch.”

“Oh no, that’s alright-” “You don’t have to do that-”

“You can sleep in my bed.”

Bucky and Steve paused as they turned their heads to look at each other, both their faces hardened with expressions that’d only be described as ‘seriously, dude.’

Y/N’s eyes grew wide upon hearing them both say the same thing, and a hearty laugh made its way up her throat.

That caused the boys to whip their heads back to where Y/N stood. “I appreciate the offer, from both of you, but I can’t sleep in both beds at the same time.”

“Right, that would be impossible” Steve tried to joke, a little shyly.

She could tell Bucky was trying to think of something to sort this out, so she suggested an idea first. “You could try ‘rock, paper, scissors’?”

“Yeah, why not?” Bucky smirked then directed his attention to Steve.

The pair held their hands up, one hand laid out flat and the other a fist. They looked at each other with dead seriousness, out of place for the game they were about to play.

“Rock, paper, scissors!” Both said, fists beating against the palm of their hands before resting at the end of the chant.

Bucky had laid out paper and Steve, rock.

Y/N watched Steve exhale in defeat as Bucky smugly sauntered to his bedroom doorway. “This way, if you please.”

She bit her lip to suppress yet another laugh bubbling in the back of her throat while hurrying into Bucky’s room to hide her face.

Bucky stood in the doorway for a couple more seconds with Steve half-heartedly glaring at his best friend.

The tall man sent Steve a shit eating grin and a small wink causing Steve to nudge his shoulder. “Shut up.”

Then Bucky laughed as he turned to walk inside his room, Y/N already standing next to his bed.

He’d be lying if he said wasn’t picturing a much more explicit scenario but he forced it out of his mind when Y/N turned towards him.

“It looks cozy.”

“It can be, but it gets a little chilly in here at night.” Bucky said, coming up to grab the top of the comforter and pulling it back. “But these blankets are thick so they should keep you warm.”

She nodded, keeping her gaze elsewhere as he was only a couple inches away from her. “Thank you, I appreciate this.”

“No problem, hope you get a good night's sleep. Oh, and if you need anything I’ll be out there on the couch.”

They both stood there for a couple of seconds before Bucky realized that he should probably leave her alone. “So anyway, uh…Good night.”

He took a couple backwards steps then grabbed the doorknob ready to leave.

“Hey Bucky?”

She’d never seen him perk up so fast, his blue eyes focused on nothing but her. It nearly knocked the breath from her lungs. “Yeah?”

“I want to seriously Thank you, a-and Steve, for everything you’ve done for me. You don’t know me and you two really went out of your way so, thank you.”

He smiled for the hundredth time that night (was it because he liked her or he was just a cheery guy, who knows), “You’re welcome. Have a good night.”

“You too.”

Softly, Bucky closed the door with a soft thud, leaving Y/N to ponder on her own. With one more once over of the bedroom in its entirety, she moved the thick blanket back some more to slip under it.

The material was softer than she expected, a fact which she was happy about. Then she carefully rested her head against the squishy material.

She took a small breath, letting her body completely succumb to the plush surface of the bed.

Now the exhaustion finally set in, washing over her every nerve ending and bone in her body. Only her mind was functioning, and the last thing on her mind was of the Bucky she knew from her own time.

The Bucky that had been through war, torture, and so much devastation.

She missed him so much.

a/n: All I have to say is, thank you for making it down this far.

#marvel #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #female reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes series #winter soldier #winter soldier x reader

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Hellooo I have a request if that’s okay!!! Sooo I was thinking that you were Billy’s girlfriend before he passed ( so everyone thought) but billy is alive and stuck in the upside down but you run into him again when you, Eddie, Nancy and robin save steve from the demo bats, just something sweet and very heart felt if that’s okay thank you!

Hi, of course I love this idea. This is so sweet and it made me cry while writing this as the ending is so sweet, thanks for the suggestion I hope that you like it.

Sorry if it sounds overly British in some places as I’m from the U.K. and apologises for all spelling and grammatical mistakes as I’m super dyslexic, enjoy

Warnings: depression, grief, anxiety, the demo bats attack mentioned in detail. This fic is the hurt to comfort trope and I love it

I never stopped looking for you

The room felt suffocating like all the air was being vacuumed out of your lungs, you tried to take some deep breaths like your counselor told you to do when you felt like you were drowning under the tidal waves of panic. But the supposedly calming techniques only reminded you of the limited air the stuffy sports hall provided.

You heard Jason’s voice muffled and far away as if your whole head was submerged underwater. Reality felt too far away like you were stuck in the past watching as everyone else moved on forward, leaving you reliving that tragic night.

A few months ago you held your beloved as he bled out in your arms. There was nothing you could do but watch as that monster punctured a hole right through his chest, screaming out towards him but it was too late as blood erupted out of his mouth dripping down his jaw. You felt so helpless watching him die in agony knowing that there was nothing you could do to lessen his pain, just hold him close as his life slipped away.

“I love you princess”

You gripped his golden necklace in your fist, rubbing your thumb across the cool metal. Blinking back the tears that threaten to spill, squashed in the uncomfortable wooden bleachers hearing Jason the new basketball captain speak.

“And billy”

What did he just say?

Did he really just say his name! Wow Jason Carver you really are something else.

How dare he mention his name as if he was his friend, Jason barely knew Billy, No one knew Billy the way you did. This stupid town buried his name with him, no one had ever spoken about him since his funeral. And now Jason has the audacity to speak about him like they were the best of friends made you sick! Where was Jason at his funeral? Where were these people who pretended to care about him when you were crying in your room when you were morning the boy you loved, the boy who saved this town without anyone knowing?

Billy Hargrove was a hero and no one in this town knew it

“Hey are you okay?” Robin chased after you when they dismissed the school out of the hall

“How dare he speak his name” you seethed, gritting your teeth

“I know-“

“No you don’t! No one knows how I feel! Everyone can carry on as if it wasn’t only a few months ago, but me? I have to relive the same nightmare every damn day ” you snapped, you turn to face her dejected expression.

Robin knew that you were hurting, she couldn’t even begin to imagine how it must be to lose someone you loved. This was the first time she has seen her best friend since his funeral, she tried her hardest to reach out to you but her phone calls slowed when you didn’t pick up. Rather preferring to be consumed by your depression and wallowing the darkness of your room just wishing that this would all be over soon.

Sighing you clutched your backpack straps, pulling it closer to your body like it would steady you from this tidal wave of anguish Jason just threw over you.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean that. It was a mistake me even coming here today, can you cover for me and tell Mrs O’Donnell that I felt sick and had to go home?”

“Y/N” Robin called after you but it was too late as you walked towards the exit, needing to get out of the building for it was killing you to even try to pretend that things are now normal. It might be okay for the posers of Hawkins only showing tears when it suited them, but for you it felt like the world was caving in as you choked back your tears.

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You can recall the moment Steve informed you that the upside down has reopened again. You started shaking like a leaf in the wind, but wind was too gentle for how you were feeling as it felt more like a hurricane. You felt sick, you thickly swallowed down trying not to empty the little contents of your stomach, for eating wasn’t high upon your todo list, all you had the energy to do was to survive each day and pray that the night at the starcourt mall didn’t plague your dreams. But like clockwork you woke up in a cold sweat, with your throat throbbing from your heart wrenching screams, basic human function felt like something you were unable to do.

“We think that we know where the opening is so we’re going to try to close it. Me,Robin, Nance-“

“I’m coming with you”

“Y/N you can’t be serious? Look you know that I love you, but” he sighed, running his fingers through his hair. Trying to piece together what he wanted to say without offending you and worsening the pain you were already feeling.

“You haven’t been attending classes, you haven’t been eating and it looks like you haven’t even been sleeping in weeks”

“I am going Steve! That monster killed my Billy I had to watch him die in my arms while he was in so much pain. I want to give that monster hell for what it’s done. The only way to stop me is to kill me, so I’m going!” You demanded, your teeth gritted, slightly raising your voice to make sure that Steve knew that you were serious.

You knew that it was far from your capability to kill this Vecna, but you were going to die trying. He is going to pay and you’re going to do it for Billy

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And that’s how you found yourself crammed upon a small row boat clutching a baseball bat so tightly that your knuckles started to turn white, you all definitely exceeded the capacity, praying that it didn’t capsize at each rock the old boat made.

“Who’s little miss death stare over there?” Eddie asked leaning into Steve, it was meant to be a whisper but his own nerves of going into a different dimension, made his supposed whisper turn into his normal speaking volume.

“Hey asshole I have ears” you snapped at the metal head in front of you, rolling your eyes as his cheeks burnt red from being mortified that you overheard him.

“Sorry” he gulped, his knee bouncing with anxiety as he played with his chunky rings. “I’m sorry about your boyfriend”

“It’s okay” you muttered, sick and tired of people telling you that. That they’re sorry, they’re always fucking sorry like that’s going to make you feel better, like that’s going to bring him back. It’s just an empty phrase that doesn’t carry the emotional weight they’re trying to convey, for if they were truly sorry they would be as heartbroken as you were.

“I use to think that he was this massive dick like the rest of the jocks, this high and mighty arrogant douche bag-“

“All right she gets the message Munson!” Steve hissed trying to save Eddie from digging his grave any further

“Despite all the shit Steve use to say about him who would of thought that he had this secret sweet side”

“Yeah there’s a lot about Billy that no one cares to know”

The rest of the journey was spent in silence, everyone unsure what to say for this awkward atmosphere that was created was too heavy to shift.

You knew that Billy wasn’t too well liked around Hawkins high but he treated you like a princess (hence his pet name for you) and would give you the world if he could, he loved you dearly and that’s all that matters to you.

The boat came to a halt which snapped you out of your thoughts

“Steve what are you doing?”

“Someone’s gotta go down and check this thing out, unless one of you four can top being a Hawkins high swim co-captain, and a certified lifeguard for three years then..” he sighed taking off items of clothing hyping himself for jumping into the ice cold water, exploring a portal to the upside down where this monster is trying to kill people. Yep just a typical day in Hawkins Indiana.

“It’s gotta be me. No complaints alright?” He added, looking into your eyes that started to well up with tears

“Be careful okay? Your one of my closest friends, I’ve already lost someone I love, I can’t loose you too” you sniffed wiping the corners of your eyes where your tears started to fall

“Well unfortunately for you you’re stuck with me forever. I’ll see you guys in a minute”

The boat rocked violently back and forth as Steve leapt into the dark murky waters surrounding the boat. Your stomach sinking as quickly as Steve into the waters below. Biting your nails down to the nub trying to distract this dark thought that loomed over your mind, ‘something bad is about to happen’

“Hey, he’s going to be okay” Robin calmly spoke, gently squeezing your shoulder bringing you out of your dark thoughts. Nancy hummed in response to Robin trying to be supportive, but there was a small quiver in her voice saying that she didn’t fully believe what Robin just said.

What felt like an eternity of uncertainty Steve finally popped his head out of the water, resting his forearms on the boat trying to get his breath back. You let out a sigh of relief finally being able to breathe again.

“So what was down there?” Robin questioned

“It was pretty wild. It’s more a snack sized gate than the mama gate but still, it’s pretty damn big” breathlessly Steve informed everyone, he opened his mouth to continue speaking-

Suddenly he was being dragged under the water, you could see the fear radiating from his eyes. His hands flailing trying to cling to the boat to stop himself from going under. Steve opened his mouth trying to scream but bubbles erupted from his mouth.

You cried out in fear as his body quickly faded into the murky waters below.

“Steve!” Nancy sobbed, leaning over the boat searching into the lake trying to see where he was.

“What the hell was that!” You heard Eddie cry out, his voice as unsteady as the boat which almost capsized from the impact that the waters just faced.

“Y/N! What the hell are you doing?” Robbin screamed at you in alarm, as you leaned over the boat. Taking a deep breath, adrenalin coursing through your veins. The fight or flight response kicked in and right now you chose fight, you weren’t going to stay here helpless as someone else you loved died.

“Are you crazy?” Nancy shrieked as you grabbed your baseball bat, she stared at you, her eyes wide in alarm. Shaking her head at you silently saying ‘please not you too’

“I’ll be fine” it was unsure if you said this to calm those around you or to yourself, knowing that the chances of you resurfacing to the surface was almost zero to none, but that was the chance you were willing to make.

You took a final deep inhale of air before diving into the waters. You could hear screams of your name below the surface, the water pressure as you pushed down further made those screams become muffled, that they almost sounded like a whisper.

Your lungs felt like they were on fire at the lack of air they were receiving, you had to keep on pushing forward despite every part of your body screaming out to you to stop. Determination was your driving force not allowing you to stop, you couldn’t save Billy but there was a small chance that you could save Steve, and that was enough in that moment to keep you pushing forward.

You saw the angry red entrance to the upside down, pushing down the dread you felt, as you swam through the gate.

You gasped and spluttered as you finally took a deep breath of air, the fire in your lungs was finally starting to sooth. You felt a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey you okay?” Robin asked, you nodded shakily rising to your feet, ignoring the part of your brain that was terrified about what may happen or what state you may find Steve in, for if you thought about him dying you may not be able to stop crying.

Nancy ran past you in such a speed, she looked pale like all colour and emotion was wiped from her body. She could almost pass for a zombie if it wasn’t for her speed.

You and Robin looked at each other, gave a quick nod in agreement to follow Nancy. You picked up your bat and ran like hell towards the direction Nancy disappeared to, the peripherals of your vision faded into a blur of dark vague outlines. One thought rushed through your head, ‘Steve needs you’

You let out of strangled cry at the sight of Steve. One bat tangled his throat in a vine pulling it taut, gurgles left his lips that was turning blue from the lack of oxygen. Some bats fangs were dripping with his blood as they sunk them even further into his flesh.

You went into such a blind state of shock, you barely registered what was happening. Like you were watching a fucked up simulation of your own body, you grabbed your baseball bat and swung it up to the air. It landed on the bat who held his breaths captive with a loud thud, reality came flooding back at a dizzying pace, you felt momentarily disoriented. Looking down at your feet you saw the creature twitch before all movements stopped together.

Looking up you saw Eddie, Nancy and Robin panting and out of breath surrounded by the dead bodies of those demo bats.

Nancy rushed to Steve’s side, hugging him with tears in her eyes as he choked up blood.

“I’m okay” he croaked holding her tight, you sighed in relief lightly smiling that he is safe. You finally was able to save someone, tears welling in your eyes as you wished that how you could of saved the love of your life, how you could of save Billy.

“Princess?”

No! No! No! This has to be some form of sick joke!

“No” you sobbed falling to your knees, hot tears stung your face. You couldn’t stop trembling as if the earth below you was an epicentre for a violent earthquake. Pressing your hands so tight over your ears to block out the sound, your vision going blurry with each sob that wrecked through your body.

Believing that Vecna had took ahold of you, making you see things and laughing at your torment before he kills you in the most agonising way imaginable.

Flinching as a large pair of arms wrapped around your frame, these arms didn’t feel cold and lifeless like you’d expect the empty embrace of death to feel like. These arms felt warm and familiar, you slowly looked up nervously thinking this to be a dream. For you saw the face of Billy Hargrove holding you close to his chest, his eyes red as he cried dampening his cheeks.

“Billy?”

He lifted your face towards his smiling of happiness as joyful tears flushed down his face, he couldn’t stop shaking in relief.

Pressing his lips upon yours, this kiss was full of longing. His lips moving slowly against yours, trying to remind himself that this isn’t a dream, you’re here with him at long last.

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“I love you Princess”

A sense of coldness passed through his body like his blood was made of ice as it slowly passed through his veins. His world faded to black, the pain was finally gone, he had accepted his fate dying in the arms of the only person he had ever loved.

When he blinked open his eyes he found himself lying on the floor of the mall. Disoriented by his new yet oddly familiar surroundings. This looked like the starcourt mall but through a dark red haze, it looked abandoned, with an eerie chill in the air.

He scrambled to his feet, something about his surroundings didn’t feel right. The first thought that came to his mind was that he needed to find you. He needs to make sure that you’re safe.

“Princess!” He called out, but his call fell upon deaf ears. The only response he got was his own echo bouncing off the empty walls.

“Y/N!” He called again but just as the first time no response was heard

He ran out into the streets, the silence was deafening. No cars was heard speeding down the highway, not a single sign that a single life form existed.

Panic started to take a hold of him, as awful thoughts flashed through his head, that you were seriously hurt or worse dead. He picked up the pace and ran towards your house.

He knocked on your door, yet again no response was heard. Not even the creak of a floorboard indicating that you were in. The door suddenly flung open, the house was just as you had left it, all furniture in tack, yet not a single sign of life. He felt his blood run cold, something wasn’t right.

Running up to your room, just as he dreaded your room was empty. The temperature was cold like a person hasn’t lived here in years.

A tear rolled down his cheek as reality hit him, he was alone without you for maybe eternity. Wishing that he would of died for living a life without you was the worst pain imaginable.

He hid in your house, holding his breath every time he heard a horrific blood curdling scream of Vecna’s newest victim. Praying that it wasn’t you that he could hear begging for their life.

A part of him died when he heard a cry that sounded too much like your voice, he started trembling as he ran towards where the scream was coming from. Hoping that he got to you in time.

He couldn’t describe the tidal wave of emotion he felt when he saw you still alive and unscathed. It was a mixture of relief, overjoyed and ecstatic, he had to call out your name to see if you were real, that it wasn’t his mind playing tricks on him.

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“But how, I watched you die” you choked, pulling him closer towards your body desperate to feel his skin on yours, too scared that if you let go of him he’ll disappear. He could feel your rapid heart beating against your chest, as he kissed the back of your head.

“I thought that I died princess, but I woke up here and I couldn’t find you anywhere. I was so scared that I’d never see you again”

“I thought I lost you”

“I thought I had lost you too, I never stopped looking for you. Everyday I’d wonder these empty streets just hoping that one day I’d see your face again” he breathily smiled, you could feel his tears damping your shirt but you didn’t care. Your Billy was alive, he was actually alive.

He kissed your lips again, still not use to the fact that this is real. He may need to kiss you for the rest of his life just to prove to himself that you are real.

You smiled against his lips, looking in his ocean eyes finding salvation in the blue waters.

“Now let’s get you home”

You both spent the whole night not sleeping just holding each other close. His head upon your chest, holding your body close to his like a small child would to their favourite toy. You ran your fingers through his sandy curls, neither of you said a word just holding each other close. Finding the comfort that you’ve both been missing within each other’s embrace.

“I love you Billy”

“I love you too princess”

A/N: all I wanted to do is hug Billy, damn you Duffer brothers for doing my boy dirty! Again my requests are open, I write for most stranger things characters (as long as the actors aren’t minors, as someone who is 22 I feel uncomfortable writing a romantic story for a character who’s actor is a minor) I’m queer so I can write for Robin and I can also write gender neutral. Hope that you enjoy it.

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