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theereina · 26 days

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Bri Steves | X: bristeves

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wintercorrybriea · 9 months

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bri steves

#bri steves #b

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davxrgo · 5 months

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playlist: scorpio • come closer (leave me alone)

#playlist #scorpio #66 #diddy #ty dolla sign #coco jones #orion sun #jazmine sullivan #bryson tiller #brent faiyaz #ama lou #samaria #bri steves #guapdad 4000 #amindi #kenny mason #sza #h.e.r.#Spotify

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harringtondaily · 1 year

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LNC: STEVE HARRINGTON (inspo)

#steve harrington #stranger things #steveharringtonedit #strangerthingsedit #strangersource #gifs #s1 #s2 #s3 #s4 #*#bri

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cowboykeery · 4 months

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isn’t it crazy just how fast the night changes

#bri texts #stranger things #joe keery #fargo #steve harrington #gator tillman

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steveharringtondaily · 2 months

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STEVE HARRINGTON 4.06: The Dive

#stranger things #strangerthingsedit #steve harrington #steveharringtonedit #stedit #*#by bri #gif #s4

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nctrnm · 2 years

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NctrnmFM(nctrnm.com): "GAF (feat. Guapdad 4000)" by Bri Steves, Guapdad 4000.

#Spotify #GAF (feat. Guapdad 4000)#Bri Steves #Guapdad 4000 #TBH #Music #Audio #NP

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tvstrangerthings · 1 year

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STRANGER THINGS

S4E6 - “THE DIVE”

#stranger things #strangerthingsedit #dustin henderson #steve harrington #robin buckley #stobin #stedit #dailystrangerthings #our edits #by bri

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bbrissonn · 2 months

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im not crying you are 🥲🥲

#bri talks #umich hockey #jacob truscott #philippe lapointe #steve holtz #owen power #kent johnson #erik portillo #brendan brisson #thomas bordeleau #IM SOBBING #THIS ISNT FAIR

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stevenose · 5 months

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I need to know about cowboy steve’s horse. what color is it? their name? are they grouchy towards everyone else who comes too close but takes a liking to reader? I must know

first of all let me start by admitting i was not a horse girl so this is based off of minimal research ok. you’re gonna have to give me some suspension of disbelief here 🫶🏻

my SAFE answer is a black american quarter horse that he’s had since he was very young and they’ve gone on adventures together <3

but my INSANE thought is he has a black mustang that he caught and trained himself - which in turn has made him highly desirable as a hire. he is known widely for having achieved in doing so and he is extremely cocky about it. but also his horse is incredibly intelligent and a bastard and will buck steve off to embarrass him 🫶🏻 reader knows of him because of this, as he’s talk of the town, and he mentions being very good at training and curbing aggression many times while reader is bent over his lap

nonetheless, in my head his horse’s name is trigger because that was roy roger’s horse’s name and my grandma loved him 🫶🏻

with reader i think trigger is rather standoffish at first because he can immediately tell that something is off with steve when you’re around. which at first is certainly some irritation and frustration. but once steve gets a little more sweet with you trigger becomes your bff and will kick anyone that messes with you in the face 💖 he would probably warn steve of any danger you’re in before steve even knows. slay bestie

#i think steve training a mustang would equate a sport with him that he is very determined with and throws himself into #major headcanon also is that his father and him severed ties because of steve’s rambunctiousness - his father as in the show is a +#community leader with influence and money and steve did not like him. so once he left he had to forge a path #and came across trigger and decided to make him his project. trigger is sort of a reflection of him. if you will #so they find some common ground and learn from each other and steve realizes he would be rather good as a cowboy #so. that’s where i’m at #excellent question bri!!!!#stevenose posts #ns/fw #steve x reader #cowboy!steve

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nekoannie-chan · 1 year

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Moments of love

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader.

Word count: 1170 words.

Summary: Some of Steve and you're reconciliations at certain times.

Warnings: Little angst.

A/N: This is my gift to @there-goes-thefighter Bri’s 200 (almost) Follower Celebration with prompt #12:

"Moments of reconciliation.”

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You sighed. Steve was twenty minutes late. You would wait for him for ten more minutes, or else you would leave. It wasn't the first time he was late because of something stupid he did.

Five minutes later, Bucky arrived, and you sighed again. That only meant one thing, and you were definitely not happy. You knew Steve wasn't going to make it.

"Now what did Steve do?" you asked, annoyed.

"Well...

"Now who did he fight with?"

"With a guy who was bothering a lady at the bus stop, but he asked me to give this to you," Bucky said as he stretched out his arm to give you the bouquet Steve had bought for you.

"You know what, forget it," you said as you turned to walk away.

About three hours later, your doorbell rang, and when you opened it, you were surprised to see Steve.

"What are you doing here?" you asked.

"I came to apologize; I must have missed our appointment." Steve kept looking at the floor; he knew he had done the same thing several times, and he would also understand any decision you made.

"Come in," you said as you stepped aside for him to enter.

He handed you a letter; after you read it, you accepted his apology; he promised it would be the last time that happened, and you ended up kissing.

"Steve, I told you I was only looking at the car, not at Howie or whatever his name is," you repeated for the fifth time. Although you couldn't deny that you liked to see your husband jealous,

"By the way, I finally did it," Steve said suddenly.

"What did you do?" You were confused; one moment you were talking about "flying" cars, and now you didn't know what he meant.

"I was accepted into the army," he finally confessed.

"Steve, we had agreed on something," you said, "and if he went, it would be impossible for them to survive with the expenses you had."

"You have nothing to worry about; you're going with me."

Steve always promised you that he would never abandon you. You didn't agree with the serum and so on, but you were still together; however, you couldn't deny that you were afraid of what could happen because you had heard so many stories. Your biggest fear was that you could not return home together. He was the love of your life.

Steve took your face between his hands while you were kissing, and that kiss was very different from all the others he had given you; he felt very sad as if it were the last one you would give each other.

"Steve, don't you dare," you asked; you knew it was what he wanted to do. If only he would let you go with him, at least maybe you would be together until the end.

However, he did not listen to you and went up to that ship, where the enemy was.

You ran to the control tower; you needed to locate him and know where he was. As soon as he could answer the transmission, it was not very clear what he was saying; there was too much interference, although it seemed to you that you could hear what he wanted to tell you despite the bad communication.

And for the first time, you knew that there would be no reconciliation; everything seemed to indicate that your husband would not return; you did not know what you were supposed to do now; you had entered the program because of him; you had known each other all your lives.

"I can't believe what he says, Steve; my Steve died on that ship to stop the Red Skull," your voice faltered, still reeling from your ordeal, let alone what Nick Fury had just told you.

The last words Steve had said to you—no, the fragments of the words—the communication was so choppy, you couldn't get it out of your head.

After Nick explained a few other things to you, you were finally able to go to him. He looked puzzled, and you felt that way too when you woke up.

"Steve!" You threw yourself into his arms, and he caught you.

You had missed him so much that all you wanted was for it not to be a dream.

Hours later, you entered the apartment where you lived. Although you had not yet learned how to use all the electronics, Fury thought it was time for you to begin to enter this era by yourself. Of course, that would not prevent you from helping Steve; you have always helped each other.

"They told me that the building where we lived was demolished, so we were left without a home, but S.H.I.E.L.D. gave me this apartment to live in; I don't think there's any problem if we stay together," you explained as you entered.

Although it seemed very minimalist, you knew he would help you make it look more like a home—maybe not the one you had before the army, but one that was special to both of you.

"I'm sorry," Steve said suddenly.

"You didn't do anything wrong," you replied, not understanding what he meant.

"I left you alone and..."

Then you understood what he meant; although you were not angry, you had never been angry about what he did; you had only felt lonely and sad because you thought his fate had been fateful.

"It's okay, Steve; you don't have to worry; you didn't want me to get hurt," you interrupted him with a smile.

You kept telling him what had happened after his disappearance until everything became hazy and blurry, then when you were discovered, and what had happened up until that morning.

"There's something I don't understand," Steve lamented.

"What?"

"How come you're here?" They told me, "It's been a long time, you know."

"That's right, Steve, I don't understand it either; things are still very confusing, but now that we're together, we can survive all of this."

"Together, like we always have."

You nodded. Nothing was going to separate them.

"We have a lot of anniversaries to celebrate," you reminded him.

"We could go to that coffee shop where I asked you to marry me," he proposed.

"It won't be possible, honey, because they closed it a long time ago; now there is a different store."

"No problem, we'll figure it out; now explain to me what that strange rectangular thing is," Steve said, pointing to the laptop.

"It's a computer; I still don't understand how to use it, but we can watch movies on it."

"On that little thing?" Steve sounded very surprised; he had never thought of anything like that. What happened to movie theatres?

"Movie theatres still exist; people go, but you can also watch them as many times as you want without having to go; it doesn't matter what era the movies are; you just find them."

Steve took your hand.

#bri's 200 followers celebration #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n #Steve Rogers #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers fic

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artificialbreezy · 1 year

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in honor of Speak Now (Taylor’s Version) (MY FAVE ALBUM) i am going to be working on blurbs/fics/instagram au’s based off each song from the album. stay tuned babies <3

#bri rambles #speak now #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington smut #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #robin buckley imagine #robin buckley smut #nancy wheeler smut #nancy wheeler imagines

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sparkagrace · 1 year

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hi tej! i'm here with aus you might not write, though you'll have to let me know how close i get hahaha. i think you wouldn't write... an unhappy ending, infidelity, and time travel?

hope you have a good week! <3

Bri! thank you so much for sending this! This one was so tough because all of them would hurt me in various ways. But for you, I did time travel with a mild side of unhappy ending (I AM SORRY!). I hope you're having a good week so far! 💗💗💗

steve x bucky | teen | 860 words tags: post-EG, time travel, not a fix-it but a break it further

Bucky finds the old man behind the creek. Sam is back at the cabin, talking to the remaining Avengers — the Shield already tucked away safe — and Bucky doesn’t need any of that. He needs answers first.

He takes a seat on the bench, hands buried in his black jacket and stares out across the water. The sun already set but there’s still light in the air before the night really sets in. Bucky is headed to the airport in the morning; after that, he doesn’t know yet.

“Hey, punk,” Bucky begins.

“Bucky.” The old man’s voice is raspy and slow, but with an aching familiarity. Bucky tuts.

“So… where is he?”

The old man sighs softly, a small smile playing on his lips. Wistful. Fulfilled.

“194—”

“No,” Bucky cuts him off. “Where is he really?”

The old man who has Steve’s face glances at him, and Bucky’s right hand tightens around the knife hidden in his jacket pocket. The left already a fist inside the other.

Bucky has seen a lot of weird things in his extended lifetime. Seeing an older version of his best friend morph into a green alien barely fazes him.

He’s heard bits and pieces as they recovered from the battle and put Natasha and Tony to rest, and as he was caught up on missing another five years. He’s heard about Skrulls from Fury, not directly but he was around when Steve found out. Last night he and Steve went for a walk around the cabin while everybody else slept, and Steve laid out his plan to go back and replace the stones and pass the shield onto Sam.

And return to Bucky.

They didn’t know how long it would take Steve to do it, but they both knew he’d come back a little older.

Not decades.

Not having lived an entire life without him.

This is not Steve.

“He broke the rules.” The voice that comes from the Skrull isn’t the poor impression of an older Steve, but he sounds experienced. “He was told not to change the timeline.”

“What did he do?” But Bucky already knows. He had already told Steve not to.

“He went back to save you. The Alps. He got to you before Hydra did, but just before they did. The TVA tried to come for him too. It was him against the TVA and Hydra and then…” The Skrull blows out a breath.

“Is he alive?”

“He used his last Pym particle to send you somewhere. Nobody knows where in time the ‘45 version of you is. Wherever it was, he hid you good.”

“So, he’s in space jail?”

The Skull shakes his head.

“The timeline can’t change. Too many things need to happen for this to happen, for Thanos to be defeated. The timeline needs a Winter Soldier and you weren’t there.”

Panic floods Bucky’s gut. The hold on his knife tightens.

“Hydra took him and turned him into the Winter Soldier. It took longer, but they still could carry out the major events they needed in order for this timeline to happen.”

“And you?”

“Me? I was sent to live out a life Steve Rogers could have lived. Nobody but Hydra knew he was the Winter Soldier, and no-one would believe it if they saw Captain America out in public for decades, enjoying the glory he should have had if he had survived the war. Nobody would be looking for him under the ice if they saw him on TV shaking hands with the President, would they?”

“So you’ve been around for seventy years pretending to be Steve?”

“No, I lived it better than he ever could. I made him a legacy,” Skrull Steve grins proudly, and Bucky hates him. “I gave him a wife and kids, medals, glory. Passed on the Shield once or twice, and now Sam has it as it should be. He had a good life.”

“You had a good life. Where is he now?”

The Skrull shrugs. “Went down with Project Insight.”

No, no. That can’t be right. There’s no way that Steve — his Steve — who he just saw a half hour ago vanish on that platform, is gone. They’ve always rescued each other. Bucky eyes the platform in the distance. If he could—

“He’s gone, Sergeant. He saved you, for whatever that’s worth. You might already be dead by now too.” In his pocket, the knife taunts Bucky. He hates how this imposter talks about a Steve that wasn’t the one that Bucky knew. Wasn’t the one the world deserved.

A shot rings out, startling Bucky and killing the Skrull. Thankfully not with Steve’s face but still. Bucky’s eyes dart around the area until he hears soft shuffling a short distance away. Bucky takes the knife from his pocket and holds it ready.

Then he watches as an older man emerges from a hidden spot, a pistol in his only hand and a haggard face that has lived decades.

His face.

Older. Experienced. Haunted.

This is him from the Alps. The one Steve risked everything to save.

“We don’t have much time, Sergeant. Come with me. I know how we can save our Steve.”

ily sweet Bri! ✨I absolutely hate time travel because it is confusing but thanks to @cable-knit-sweater and @teenytabris for getting my thoughts in order 🥰️

#ask games #my fic #ficlets #steve x bucky #a:e #bri 💖💖💖

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harringtondaily · 2 years

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