#remember steve is a piece of shit ❤️

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

The Bet

Part one

Eddie is desperate to talk to you but will you ever be able to forgive and forget after learning your friendship was nothing more than a bet? Especially as you had fallen in love with him.

Do you still love him after all that anguish?

Part two.

Warnings: A lot of angst and you'll see..minors shoo! 18+

Don't copy, translate or repost my work.

❤️

A bet. That's all you'd ever been to Eddie, a bet to get one over on your now ex boyfriend, on Jason and the rest of the dark side as Eddie's friend had put it.

Had they spent this whole time laughing at you? Did Eddie get some kick out of stringing you along, stealing your heart piece by piece.

Was everything just a lie?

You had broken up with Bryan a week ago. Sick of his horrible nature and drawn to Eddie, head over heels for him. God you felt like such a fool.

The night you found out about the bet you cried yourself to sleep, walking to school on autopilot. Thank goodness for your friends because you struggled to get through the first day.

Mostly everyone was sympathetic but there was some people who sniggered when you walked past, whispered to their friends only it was so loud that you could hear.

I can't believe how gullible that idiot was

Imagine knowing the freak only got close to you for a bet

Serves that bitch and all the rest of Jason's idiots and the cheerleaders right for thinking they are so hot.

About time someone took them down a peg

Each thinly veiled barb cracked your already bleeding heart and you hurried to get away from the gossip.

It trickled out a couple days later, once the people had finished finding your pain hilarious, how anyone could find someone in pain to be funny was a mystery to you.

Whenever you saw Eddie you rushed away before he could speak to you, wouldn't look at his face because all you knew from him was lies.

Everything was a lie. He didn't love you, he never did. Your heart throbs with that realisation and you do your best to walk around school, head held up high and the heartbreak tucked up inside.

It was all an act but you were a great actor, you had to be to pretend like you weren't in agony on the inside.

...

It was the worst few weeks that Eddie could remember in a long long time, Dustin was disgusted with him and took a long time to talk to him.

His heart felt like it had been ripped in half and it was all his own fault, you wouldn't even look at him.

If he even attempted to try and speak to you it was to no avail.

The longest sentence you uttered was when he begged you to talk to him, even just one word.

All you said was ''goodbye Eddie" or that ''you didn't believe a word he said"

Steve picked you up from school with Robin every day, wouldn't even let Eddie go near you. Threatened to beat the shit out of him if he made you cry again.

He tried to speak to you again a few days later when Steve had eased up on guarding you, it was agonising weeks of you avoiding him.

You were coming out of cheer practice with Chrissy and another girl, Chrissy glared at him and the other girl looked like she wanted to kill him.

"Can we talk please, princess?'' he pleads and you ask your friends to give you a second and they do, very reluctantly still scowling at Eddie. He deserves that.

"I can't Eddie. I don't have anything to say to you" he swallows, his mind going a mile a minute, trying to think of what he can say to express how sorry he is.

''I messed up. I made a stupid mistake. The worst mistake, because I hurt you. I made a dumb bet to try and get back at assholes who bullied and made my friends and my life hell, it was mean and selfish and I wish I'd never done it" you listen to what he has to say and his heart aches when tears pool in your eyes.

"But you did do it, you couldn't even tell me the truth. You lied to me Eddie and all the time I was...I fell in love with you" he moves forward to cup your cheek, desperate for you to know that he loves you too.

"I love you, I fell in love with you and that's why I couldn't tell you. I couldn't lose you" you stare at him and don't speak for a few seconds, when you do the words split his heart in two.

"That's the thing, you lost me anyway" you walk away from him and he can't think of a single thing to say to stop you. Then he steels himself and runs to catch up with you.

"What Eddie?" you snap and he talks quickly, tripping over his words and anxious to get the words out.

"I hurt you badly, I fucked up and what I did was just fucking awful. I know that. I also know that I'm so in love with you, never thought I could feel this way for anyone but you snuck into my heart and it belongs only to you" you don't say anything but you don't rush away either, so Eddie says one more thing before you do decide to leave.

"I'll wait for you sweetheart, for however long it takes. I don't care how long I have to wait, you're worth every single second"

Tears pool in your eyes and you nod slightly. Ever so gently you squeeze his hand just a tiny bit then walk away, leaving Eddie determined as hell to win your trust again and maybe somewhere along the line your heart too.

💕

It took a while for you to even speak to Eddie for longer than five minutes, but he was nothing if not determined and patient, he's was not screwing this chance up.

At first, you didn't think Eddie was serious about waiting for you, but he was. Endlessly patient and sweet. Big brown eyes full of tenderness and joy when you spoke to him.

It was hard not to find him endearing, but he had hurt you badly and there was still a small part of you that held back, that was hesitant to get close, trying to protect your fragile heart that ached for you to give Eddie a chance.

It's Friday now and after an intense week of cheer practice, you can't wait to relax for the weekend.

Chrissy had been watching you looking at Eddie with longing, the exact same way Eddie looked at you for weeks now. To be honest it was beyond frustrating, the both of you loved one another, it was killing you both to be apart.

So that's why she was saying something to you today. More than anything she wanted you to be happy, if Eddie hurt you again just even a tiny bit then she would kick his ass.

That's before Steve go there first.

"Honey, what Eddie did was wrong and I'm mad as hell at him but anyone can see how sorry he is. He's so in love with you, maybe you could give him a second chance" Chrissy says to you as you sit down for lunch.

You rest your head on Chrissy's shoulder and let out a sigh. ''I want to, I want to so badly but I don't want to be heartbroken again''

Something tells Chrissy that Eddie wouldn't dare. That he would keep his promise to never hurt you so badly again.

She squeezes your hand reassuringly and it calms your anxiety down.

"Babe, he wouldn't dare. He's not stupid. Plus everyone might think I'm a sweetheart but I'll kick his ass if he did and Steve would too. Eddie won't lose you, not again"

The words play on your mind all day and when Eddie is hurrying to his truck at the end of Hellfire Club you pluck up your courage and go to speak to him.

"Eddie" the minute he sees you it's like his whole face lights up. A dimpled smile and brown eyes full of adoration greet you.

"Hey, sweetheart" longing fills the air, stifling you both and honestly you're pretty sick of it. So you take a leap, walk up to Eddie and take his hand.

"Would you mind if I asked you for a ride Eds?'' his hand tightens around yours and he grins, rushes to open the door to his truck and almost trips over his feet in the process. It's cute and you can't help but giggle.

He holds the door open for you. "Princess, your carriage awaits" you head inside.

The drive is short and sweet, Eddie once again being a gentleman as he opens the door for you to step out.

You thank him for the ride and before Eddie can head back into the truck, you kiss his cheek gently, then leave a sweet, chaste kiss on his lips.

The kiss leaves him looking dazed, he touches his cheek then his lips and there's that smile again, the one that melted your heart the first time you seen it.

"One more chance Eddie, if you hurt me again thats it. I mean it" he nods, his face serious as he takes in what you say.

"I swear you won't regret this princess, I love you and I'll spend every day proving that, do you... do you still love me?" he whimpers after a few seconds, his expression wide with worry and fear.

"I've never stopped" you answer back.

After your confession he practically does a little dance as he goes into his truck. Just before you open the door to your house, you hear his whoop of delight before he drives off.

The smile doesn't leave your face all night.

❤️

[estrellami-1]

For steddie prompts, what about….Eddie introducing Steve to the band!

Maybe they’ve been quietly together for a while and Eddie finally feels ready to be more public. BUT he’s dating “king” Steve. How will his friends react?

Feel free to skip if you’ve written something similar ❤️

Ooh okay I LOVE this idea. Please keep in mind I know nothing about the band or how to do their voices so. Like I’m only 84% sure it’s Gareth, Jeff and Freak. Whom I’m naming Frank. Also I don’t remember who coined Emerson as Gareth’s last name but yes you are correct and I’m stealing it please and thank you.

“Hey, uh, guys?” Eddie coughs, turning around to face the rest of the band. “Listen, you, uh. You’ve been really cool, about the whole framed for murder thing, and the whole…” he wiggles his fingers, signifying everything he can’t talk about. “All of it. And, uh. There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

Gareth shares a look with Jeff. “We know, man. You’re seeing someone.”

Eddie blinks. “How?”

“You smile, like, all the time, dude. It’s kinda concerning. Your face is gonna get stuck like that.”

“Fuck off,” Eddie says, but he’s laughing. “Shit, man. It’s that obvious?”

“Kinda,” Jeff agrees.

“At least it is to us,” Frank adds. “We know you, man.”

“Listen,” Gareth says. “Whoever this person is. Do they make you happy?”

Eddie pulls a piece of hair across his face. “Yeah,” he murmurs.

“He’s blushing!” Jeff crows. Eddie flips him off.

Gareth flaps his hands at both of them. “Shut up! Children, both of you! Eddie!” He grasps Eddie’s shoulders. “They treat you well?”

“Better than I thought I deserved.”

“Goddamn,” Frank mutters. “Where do I find someone like that?”

“Right here,” Jeff croons, batting his eyelashes and leaning in. Frank, unimpressed, pokes his forehead with a drumstick.

“I work with children,” Gareth mutters, which is funny considering he’s the youngest in their ragtag group. Eddie chooses not to mention it. “Listen, man, we’re not gonna care. Man, woman, somewhere in between, as long as they make you happy.”

“Exactly,” Jeff adds. “As long as it’s not, like, Jason Carver or some shit.”

“Or a kid,” Frank points out. Eddie makes a face.

“God, no, never. To either of those. Listen, just. He’s changed, alright? Can you trust that?”

Gareth and Jeff share another look. Jeff steps closer. “You’re the best judge of character we know, Eddie. If you say he’s changed, we’ll do our best to listen.”

“Okay,” Eddie says. “Because he, uh. He’s gonna come pick me up today.”

Frank hits the hi-hat, letting it rattle. “You’re shitting me. We’re gonna meet him?”

Eddie nods, pulling another piece of hair in front of his face.

“Oh, man,” Jeff says. “You’re gone on this dude. Can you tell us anything about him?”

Eddie bites his lip. “I mean, you’re about to see him. But during the whole… everything. He saved my life more than once.”

“Then we owe him a whole lot,” Gareth says seriously.

Eddie smiles at his friends. “Thanks, guys. Alright, back to practice, Frank, count us in!”

Towards the end of practice, a car pulls up. Eddie doesn’t notice, he’s got his eyes closed, focused on what he’s playing. Jeff and Gareth give each other another look.

Steve Harrington steps out.

Frank misses a beat.

Eddie turns around, brow furrowed in question, then turning back to the front and grinning when he sees Steve walk up.

The song’s barely over before Eddie’s putting his guitar down and practically launching himself at Steve, who laughs and wraps his arms around Eddie. “Hey, Eds.”

“Stevie,” Eddie murmurs, hugging him tighter before just as suddenly releasing him and turning to the rest of the band. “Steve, these are the guys. Gareth, Jeff and Frank. Guys, Steve.”

“Nice to meet you, Steve, Eddie’s said literally only good things about you. Today.” Gareth offers him a hand, and he accepts, laughing.

“Yeah, we’ve been wanting to tell you for a while, but he never did it. I finally realized I’d have to actually come up here if he’s ever gonna do it.”

Jeff frowns, cutting his eyes over to Eddie. “You wanted to tell us, though?”

“Yes, definitely! It was my idea, actually, just. You know how my brain is about things sometimes.”

Steve frowns, poking Eddie’s head. “Be nice.”

Eddie pretends to bite at Steve’s retreating finger. “To who? I am!”

“To yourself,” Steve laughs.

“Oh,” Eddie says, then grins slyly. “Why would I, when I have you to do it for me?”

Steve grins back. “Because if you don’t,” he starts, finishing by whispering something in Eddie’s ear that has him gasping.

“You wouldn’t.”

“See, that’s your choice, isn’t it?”

Eddie frowns. “You’re mean.” But he leans into Steve’s side anyways.

“Eddie,” Frank says, “how in the hell did you get together with your high school crush?”

“Aw, you had a crush on me?” Steve says happily. “How embarrassing.”

“We’re dating, Steve.”

He just shrugs. “Still.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “To answer your question, Frank…” he locks eyes with Steve, and they both start giggling. “Threaten him in a boat shed?”

“Try to get him back with his ex?”

Eddie groans, hiding his face in Steve’s shoulder. “Are you ever gonna let that go?”

“Probably not.”

“Somehow I have more questions now than I started with,” Frank says, “and I’m scared of what the answers might be.”

“Hey,” Gareth says suddenly, loud enough Steve and Eddie jump apart. “What the hell are you thinking, man?” He addresses Eddie, walking past them to the mouth of the garage. He doesn’t miss the way Steve angles himself in front of Eddie, trying to protect him. Good. He shuts the garage door. “You know how nosy my neighbors are, man, you can’t just do whatever you want! If people see-”

“Shit, man,” Eddie says, relaxing. “You’re right. Sorry. Thank you.”

“I’m happy for you,” he says, noting the way Steve’s shoulders go down. “But you’ve gotta be careful, man, we just got you back.”

“I know,” Eddie says. “You’re right.”

Gareth smiles, then. “Let’s go inside. You know my mom made lemonade, and I think we all want to hear how exactly this happened.” He smirks, gesturing at Steve and Eddie.

“You guys go ahead,” Eddie tells them. “I’d like to say hi to him first.”

Gareth rolls his eyes, moving towards the door. “I’m coming back out here in two minutes,” he warns.

He gives them ten.

[thewaywardkees]

It's been so long since I've interacted with the Harringrove fandom, but I was going over old drafts I have on Google Documents today and found this piece I want to dedicate to my precious @ihni because darling... You have always and will always be my FAVORITE Harringrove writer. Always remember there's Stephen King, there's Taylor Jenkins Reid and then there's you (Baby Steps and Of Cats and Men will always live in my brain). I adore you, darling! ❤️ The only Harringrove Post of my own that I want to post online belongs to you and you only!

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"I miss you, Billy..." Steve looks away from the stone as tears begin flooding his eyes, his heart thumping loudly against his chest as it finally gives in to the pain he has felt for so long. The pain he kept forcing down in order to be Steve — designated driver, babysitter, dumb friend Steve. His chin wobbles as he says "I miss my best friend…"

He lets the tears fall.

It had been strange how Steve Harrington and Billy Hargrove became best friends but Steve had seen stranger things before. He remembers bits and pieces from how it started and that's why he cannot hate his mother as much as he tries to. She brought Billy to him or her borderline fascination at keeping the garden perfect did. 

"The fuck are you doing in my house?" He spat out as soon as the front door was opened and it revealed Billy. Billy, wearing too thin clothes for Indiana's winter.  Fingerless gloves and open shirt, no beanie, no warm jacket. Steve wondered if the guy wanted to die of frostbite, he decided he didn't care.

"Must've gotten the wrong address, princess. Don't get your knickers in a twist." Billy replied, his brows furrowing slightly as he checked the paper he was holding in his hand and then whatever he thought was on the walls or door. Billy was about to say something when Steve bit out.

"Alright. Fuck off." 

Billy rolled his eyes and saluted him as he said  "Right on, your highness."

"Suck my royal..." 

"Billy… is it you?" His mom was suddenly at the front door. 

The rest is history.

Steve and his countless six packs of beer because "You are old enough to buy beer, Harrington." — "Bold of you to tell me I look 21, asshole". Billy and expensive packs of cigarettes because "I'm not smoking cheap shit, Hargrove. If lung cancer is gonna take me, I'll allow only good shit in my mouth", Billy turning beet red and Steve blurting out innuendos so easily afterwards.

Late nights at the Quarry and Billy talking shit about his dad, bloodshot eyes as he tried to shrink his rage and Steve's light touch to his arm. "Come here" — their first hug... Billy pressing his swollen cheek to Steve's chest, seeking the warmth of his embrace even if it so desperately needed the cold. 

Meet me at the bleachers notes. Movies on saturday? Notes. Okay, don't invite Tommy notes and more notes. Drawings too. Really ugly drawings of stick people, making fun of Mrs. Whoever's mustache, Mr. Whatever's ugly sweater… Any of your sweaters missing, Harrington? Middle fingers draws, mouth sucking said middle fingers draws. Middle fingers becoming dicks draws, Billy cackling so loud the whole class would startle. Steve becoming the Picasso of Dicks… just to make Billy laugh. 

Their coach congratulates them for putting their differences aside and working together as a team. A knowing glint in his eyes and a kind welcoming smile, he knows something Steve doesn't. Steve likes whatever their coach knows, it feels good… safe. Billy is smiling too and patting Steve's back. Months later "We are going to the finals, Harrington!" 

They lose by 3 points and everyone is angry. "If you two weren't sucking each other's dicks all the time, we could have won! WE ARE A TEAM, this isn't just about you two, you faggots" someone from their team lashes out at them and before Steve could say anything, Billy punches first… hard and breaks the guy's nose. 

Billy is forced to quit the basketball team.

He shows up at Steve's door with a split lip that night. 

"Homophobic assholes…" Billy says and Steve agrees. He is passing like a caged lion around Steve's room. Steve wants to reach out, touch his arm again like that night at the Quarry, bring him close and ask him to breathe but he doesn't. He knows Billy needs to get everything out his chest because it helps him relieve some of the pain he is feeling… physical pain — fuck you Neil, emotional pain... All sorts of pain.

"I miss you every day…" 

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I hope you liked it, love!

And to the rest of the Harringrove fandom... More like the Billy Hargrove fandom. I hope you are doing alright, loves!

Happy 4th of July to my US Harringrove fellows! ❤️ (We all know what it means to this fandom)

[tineteenieworld3]

I feel like Mike Wheeler is the friend with the comforting vibe. Just a little bit. Like he’s a leader, but he’s also really good in high stress situations. Like yeah he can be annoying, they all can, but he’s definitely someone all of them trust. I mean, you see Dustin’s stress when he remembers Mike is in California. Sometimes I think it’s easy to write Mike off as if he’s another background character, but that boy is fearless when it comes to making plans and protecting people. I said this on my old account before I accidentally deleted it, but we tend to make fun of him grabbing random objects to use as weapons when in high stress situations as if he’s an idiot. It’s funny that he holds a candlestick when he thinks a monster is going to eat all of them, but I think it more so proves that he’s like ‘well I’m gonna fight even if I know I’ll die, even if this weapon is useless it’s better than nothing.’ He’s an extremely fast thinker and while we see his fear when it comes to emotional baggage and more intimate stuff, that boy is a fearless leader. Back to my point, I feel like he’d definitely give the entire party a sense of comfort when he’s with them. I think not having him (and Will/El of course but that’s different) in Hawkins in season 4 was extremely detrimental and was probably a big reason as to why it all went to shit so quickly. Nancy is too headstrong, Steve just wants to feel important and doesn’t always think rationally, Max was self sacrificial, Dustin needs to be reined in. I mean, we remember him in season one, he’s a genius, but he’s better when there’s someone to work off of. Lucas was extremely focused on Max (as he should) and probably struggled to think rationally too and there was no one there to really reel all of them in. Mike has always been the one to do that because they all just naturally listen to him. He’s a very smart character and is definitely an absence they all feel when there is danger.

Mike is an intense guy, Finn Wolfhard even said that, he’s kind of serious. In season 3 we see how quickly his leader mode is switched on the second Will says something is wrong. He’s always the guy with the plan and if something is off about the plan he’s quick to fix it and improvise. He is an extremely important puzzle piece to their success. We’ve seen Will not be there season one and basically season two. El was missing season two. We’ve seen the absence of almost every character in the main plot/issue except for Mike. Mike is always there and always kind of leading whatever conflict they’re in. I mean I’m season 2 he’s the one who realizes what the mind flayer made Will do, he’s the first one to break Will out of the trance. He’s the one with the idea to burn the Upside down. We don’t even need to discuss season one cause obviously. Season 3, same thing, he was adamant about getting Max and El there, he came up with the sauna idea, he got that car pushed over in the mall. He’s their guy and has never not been there to help. Like even with Jonathan and Nancy there Mike was still running the show. He never waved off people’s worries (especially Will’s) and is quick to consider all the variables.

Basically what I’m saying is Mike is probably the biggest piece to their success and him being gone in season 4 was probably a huge reason it failed. I love him ❤️

[waratah-moon]

Super Like 3 • Eddie Munson

part 1 - part 2 - part 3

I'm in love with modern!twitch streamer Eddie...

The first date

Parkway Flea Market, Indianapolis

Liked by eddiethebanished, yourfriend and 163 others yourusername They didn't have any Dio 😢

eddiethebanished So mad. At least they had Kool & The Gang. ↳ yourusername Now if anyone ever asks to hear Get Down On It I can tell them I have it on vinyl

yourfriend Love the new ring ↳ yourusername It was a present 🥰

2 months in...

Liked by lucas.sinclair, yourfriend and 14,752 others eddiethebanished She's coming for my job

yourusername Yes can I finally stream the Sims 4 on your channel? ↳ madmax I'll watch ↳ dustin_h Might finally get some good content

eddiefan Dude please don't let your girlfriend stream. Girls can't game. ↳ eddiethebanished wtf are you 12? Go to bed dude.

3 months in...

Liked by robs_buckley, eddiethebanished and 194 others yourinstagram You know you're down bad when you start doing arts and crafts

yourfriend This is too cute 🥺 ↳ yourusername We're sickening 🥺

eddiethebanished Love keeping a piece of you in my pocket 💖 ↳ dustin_h You're such a sap ↳ eddiethebanished Shut up dustybuns

5 months in...

Hawkins, Indiana

Liked by yourfriend, robs_buckley and 20,472 others eddiethebanished Took my girl back to my hometown for the weekend and showed her the one sight.

steve.harrington So you took her to Lover's Lake? ↳ eddiethebanished Skull Rock actually. Then Lover's Lake. Then your mom's house ↳ steve.harrington Jokes on you my mom moved to Florida. ↳ eddiethebanished I knew joking about your parents would end up being too sad, sorry bro. I'll call you later. ↳ steve.harrington I'd actually really appreciate that.

dustin_h It was so good to finally meet you yourusername ↳ yourusername You too dustin_h I love the campaign you wrote!

8 months in...

Liked by yourfriend, yourotherfriend and 210 others yourusername Asked him to learn some Harry Styles... still waiting.

mikewheeler I still have the video of when he played 5 Seconds of Summer at Steve's birthday ↳ steve.harrington I remember that! He rocked She Looks So Perfect ↳ yourusername omg please send it to me ↳ eddiethebanished Don't you dare ↳ mikewheeler Check your messages

10 months in...

Liked by robs_buckley, nancywheeler and 54,920 others eddiethebanished smoking hot date

robs_buckley I thought you were quitting! ↳ yourinstagram I'm trying!!! ↳ eddiethebanished She's doing better than me.

nancywheeler We need a girls night soon xx robs_buckley yourinstagram ↳ yourinstagram Text me next time you're in town! ↳ robs_buckley I second this!

eddiefan your girlfriend is hot

1 year in...

Liked by steve.harrington, willthewise and 3,458 others yourusername My golden retriever gamer boy ❤️ I'll tell you all the sappy shit in person so Dustin can't make fun of us. Love you Eds.

eddiethebanished Love you more than life itself baby girl ❤️ ↳ Liked by yourusername

dustin_h You guys are actually very cute, but thanks for keeping the sap level to a minimum. ↳ Liked by yourusername and eddiethebanished

robs_buckley I want what you have 🥺 ↳ yourinstagram I keep telling you I have the perfect person for you ↳ robs_buckley Fiiiiiiiiiiine. Set it up. ↳ yourinstagram YES

1 year and couple months in...

Liked by steve.harrington, mikewheeler and 129,327 others eddiethebanished I finally cracked over 1 million followers on twitch and enough subs to quit my day job and make a living playing video games. How batshit insane is that? Thank you to everyone who ever supported me, no matter how long you've been here... one day, since day one, thank you. I also couldn't have done it without my wonderful girlfriend, yourusername. Without you I would never have had the courage to turn this nerdy little passion into my dream job. Now on to the future, whatever that may hold. I hope you'll all join me for the ride.

yourusername So proud of you Eds. ↳ eddiethebanished Couldn't have done it without you.

dustin_h Absolutely insane dude! Congratulations. ↳ Liked by eddiethebanished

eddiefan Congratulations Eddie!

eddiefan Been subbed since the shitty battlestation, glad you've finally upgraded! ↳ Liked by eddiethebanished and yourusername

1 year and some months in...

Liked by robs_buckley, yourfriend and 174,294 others eddiethebanished You know she loves you when she does a 70s themed photoshoot for your shitty band's new album cover. Ps new music dropping soon corrodedcoffin 📸 filmbyjbyers

yourusername What can I say, I'm obsessed with the front man. ↳ Liked by eddiethebanished

filmbyjbyers The photos turned out great! ↳ Liked by eddiethebanished and yourinstagram

dustin_h Aw your band's not that shitty ↳ eddiethebanished thanks Dustin

eddiefan You're finally releasing a full length album? ↳ eddiethebanished Maaaaybe...

About 2 years in...

Liked by yourfriend, filmbyjbyers and 6759 others yourusername We saw Metallica live then got super drunk... also we're engaged!

robs_buckley Um excuse me? ↳ yourinstagram Surprise? I'm calling you now.

steve.harrington dustin_h Did you know this? ↳ dustin_h Eddie facetimed me at 3 in the morning so yeah I knew lol ↳ eddiethebanished Sorry man, but at least you found out first? ↳ dustin_h I'm so happy for you both I couldn't care less that you woke me up ❤️

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🎂 join my birthday week celebration! 🎂 < happening until 29/1/23 masterlist / send me a message 💌 / Steve's version

disclaimer! pinterest is full of white girls. I'm sorry but it's true. I tried to keep y/n as nondescript as possible but I'm just working with what I had. Sorry in advance if that offends anyone but this can be an exercise in imagination. - (not tagging my full tag list, just the people who commented on part 1 and 2… My tag list is reserved for full length fics!) @emma77645 @dylanmunson @bakugouswh0r3 @tlclick73

[blaqcats-fics]

[ APRIL FOOLS — Gift for Sal ❤️ ]

“Pasta Primavera Majoris,” Steve blurted out, eyes narrowed at the blurry stars casted over head, trying to discern whether or not he was hallucinating the giant connect-the-dot plate of spaghetti and meatballs.

Startled laughter filled the quiet night air, pulling Steve away from the confusion to face Jonathan and Eddie who were giggling away as if Steve had said the funniest thing in the world. “What? It’s a fucking Italian constellation!”

“Fucking Pasta Primavera!” Eddie laughed loudly. “Where the fuck did that come from?”

Steve’s cheeks flushed and he looking towards Argyle for some form of moral support, “Doesn’t it look like pasta?”

Argyle lifted his gaze towards the sky, humming lowly before nodding, “Yeah, bro, that’s a big plate of pasta.”

“Oh my god,” Jonathan giggled, his head dropped down, hiding his face. He could barely hold his bong, and Steve momentarily wondered if Jonathan smoked way more then he should have in the past twenty minutes.

“No, no,” Eddie waved his hand, nearly dropping to blunt. “I don’t give two shits if it looks like a giant dildo, I wanna know where you got the fucking name from!”

Steve shrugged, “Dunno, man, just kind of popped up in my head — hey, Argyle, do you still have some of those brownies?”

Argyle grinned, reaching into his bag and tossing Steve a pack, “Careful, man, I don’t know how much weeds infused with it.”

“It’ll be fine,” Steve said, pulling out a brownie and breaking off a piece, just to be safe, especially since they were still passing around the bong and apparently Eddie’s freshly rolled joint.

“You know, it looks like an intellect devourer,” Eddie said.

Steve paused, frowning as he glanced at Eddie, “A what now?”

“It’s a monster from DND,” Jonathan explained. “It like eats your intelligence or something? I can barely remember what Will said about it.”

“Oh,” Steve hummed, narrowing his eyes at the sky, trying to imagine what in the absolute hell an Intellect Devourer was. Was it like a brain parasite that jumped on your face and made you brain dead?

“It’s a brain,” Eddie added, before pausing thoughtfully. “It has legs and tentacles. Creepy shit, dude.”

“Cerebrum Cacophony," Steve said.

Argyle leaned forward, staring at Steve in stunned amazement, “What about a constellation for a weed leaf?”

“Cosmic Kush,” Jonathan jumped in, handing to bong to Eddie. “I think that’d be a cool name.”

Steve pursed his lips together, nodding. “It’s cool, but is it funny?”

“Does it have to be funny?”

“Nah, but I don’t know,” Steve chuckled as his train of thought ran away from him. “I was thinking of something like Stellar Stash System. That’s not funny either, damn.”

“No, wait, hold on,” Jonathan said, sitting up. “Follow me here, man. The system is basically just this giant rolling paper guiding intergalactic travelers on a journey through an trans-dimensional trip.”

It was quiet for a moment, before Argyle spoke, “I got no clue what you said, but that sounds like a fun time.”

“Is that what Star Wars was?” Steve blurted. “I feel like that was trip that you needed to be high to fully enjoy.”

Eddie shook his head, leaning his head down, lighting the bowl of the bong and taking a slow inhale before lifting the bong and breathing in the smoke. He held it for a minute before breathing out, the smoke lingering up into the night sky. “There’s way too many intense moments for it to be a good trip.”

“Fuck, you’re right,” Steve groaned. “Fuck the Rebellion, honestly.”

“Dude — Steve, are you an Empire Supporter?” Eddie asked in disbelief. “You, of all people?”

Steve stared blankly at him, “I will never forgive them for what they did to Anakin.”

Eddie stared blankly at him, before snorting loudly, “Holy shit, you’re a nerd!”

“Look, Dustin got me into the movies, and I found out there were books! I liked the Ewoks, and stayed for Daddy Darth.”

“Daddy Darth!?”

“Holy shit, Steve!”

“Seems like you got a thing for the dark side,” Argyle joked.

Steve rolled his eyes, shoving the small piece of brownie into his mouth, “Yeah, it’s why I used to let flesh monsters take a chunk out of me — major turn on.”

“Imagine becoming a high ranking commanding officer just because you got your dick hard for Darth fucking Vader,” Eddie cried.

“I’d be the prettiest commanding officer, thank you,” Steve rolled his eyes. “Padme would be jealous.”

“She’d be fighting a losing battle,” Argyle said seriously. “You’re a very pretty man, Steve.”

Steve ran his hand through his hair, a cocky smirk on his face as he winked at Argyle, “Back at you, babe.” He held the look for a minute before bursting out into a fit of giggles, Argyle joining in with him a moment later.

“Okay, wait, while I agree that Stevie here is very pretty, I regret to inform that Padme would very much win that battle,” Eddie argued.

“What do you think Jon?” Steve grinned.

“What the hell happened to talking about constellations?” Jonathan instantly changed the subject. He glanced up at the sky, “That looks like a worm — Luminescent Locomotion of Lumbricus!”

Steve snorted, starting to randomly sing off-key, “Wormhole Wiggle, it's out of control. Stars all a-wriggle, in a cosmic stroll. So grab your spacesuit, and prepare to giggle, As we groove to the rhythm of the Wormhole Wiggle!”

“Did you just make a jingle?” Eddie exclaimed.

“He mentioned a space worm — why not a wormhole?”

“Steve’s over her fighting the jock allegations,” Jonathan grinned lazily.

“Hey, I never said I wasn’t smart,” Steve huffed. “I just pick up random information and then it just gets stuffed into my brain like a parasite. Let me tell you, I know way more lore and theories about Garfield, the fucking cat, then I would really care to know.”

“Oh man,” Argyle grinned. “Please impart your words of wisdom. I fucking love Garfield. He’s like, I don’t know, a kindred spirit.”

“You do work at a pizza place,” Steve nodded seriously.

“How is that correlated at all?” Jonathan asked.

“Because pizza and lasagna are both Italian?” Eddie suggested.

“Actually,” Steve piped up, changing the subject again, “Lasagna is a Greek dish, technically. We might not know who first made it, but there’s like a common noddle in Ancient Greece called a laganon, so it’s completely plausible that it’s a Greek dish.”

“Steve,” Eddie said, after a long moment, “I don’t know how much my heart can take of you needing out on us.”

“Oh shut up,” Steve huffed.

[grimeysociety]

Six Days preview.

a mini sequel to The Melody of a Fallen Tree, written for @freyaswolf ❤️

“Shit! I slept through my alarm! Shit!”

Darcy bolted upright, taking half the bed covers with her. Steve instinctively clung to his share, his eyes snapping open as she darted around their bedroom to find her clothes. She had thirty minutes tops to get ready, leave, and then open the store. This was exactly why she had troubling sleeping last night. She’d tossed and turned for hours until Steve took hold of her and pulled her flush to his chest, kissing her.

Which is why she was trying to find her underwear. She got a new pair from her chest of drawers and shoved them on, grabbing her bra from the tangle of pyjamas at the foot of the bed.

“How did that even happen?” she groused, rubbing her eyes. “How?”

She knew how, she just couldn’t quite believe it. Steve watched as she gathered up her hair in a haphazard bun, sitting up in bed.

“Can you walk Riley to school?” she asked. “I don’t think I’ve got the time now, I’m so sorry…”

“Sure, baby,” he murmured. He put up a hand. “It’s okay, don’t apologize.”

She flew back to him, pressing a kiss to his lips. She attempted to pull back just as fast but his hand caught her jaw and he kissed her longer, deepening it. She gave a little groan, hating that she couldn’t linger.

“I have to go!”

She tore away, picking up her phone along the way, thankful that at least she’d remembered to charge it during the night. She collided with Riley, whose hair still looked slept-on and tangled. Her brown eyes widened up at Darcy as they steadied themselves.

“Jesus!”

“Why are you late?” Riley asked.

She chewed a piece of toast, and Darcy noticed she managed to get a little smear of peanut butter on her arm when they ran into each other. She lifted her limb to her mouth, sucking.

Riley followed her down the hall to the kitchen, where Darcy grabbed her apron from the back of a chair. Milk was spilt on the kitchen table, beside a bowl of half eaten cereal.

“I poured my own breakfast!”

“I can see that,” Darcy said. Steve tended to watch his seven year-old daughter tackle things by herself with a wince, and she could picture him walking in soon to find the kitchen in disarray. “Can you get the cloth from the sink and wipe this up, honey?”

“You’re not walking me to school?” Riley said, pouting.

Darcy shook her head, heart sinking a little at that little face. She leaned down to kiss her forehead.

“I’m late, like you said. I didn’t hear my alarm.”

“I did,” Riley said, scrunching her nose.

“Uh-huh.”

As Darcy was about to leave, she glanced down at Riley again, frowning. The girl’s red t-shirt was damp in several spots.

“I spilt milk on me, too,” Riley explained. “But it’s still good.”

Darcy shook her head. “Go change, after you wipe up. It’s why we do laundry.”

Riley let out an extravagant sigh, throwing her head back. Darcy tried not to encourage her dramatic streak, pressing her lips together so she didn’t laugh. She got as far as the front door before she heard:

“Baby!”

She froze, seeing Steve jog into the room, wearing his boxer briefs, Riley trailing behind. He held up a set of keys, and Darcy deflated.

“You can’t open the store without ‘em,” he whispered, handing them to her.

She grabbed him by the chin and kissed him, making him chuckle. She moved away, aware of Riley as their audience. Steve’s fond smirk had her remembering last night, how she’d been put to sleep finally with their legs tangled together.

For a second, she considered calling Jane and lying that she was sick, just to go back to bed with him. He was almost too cute, all rumpled and warm, his hair sticking up like Riley’s, his tattoos all on display.

“Love you,” she whispered, heart squeezing.

“Love you, too,” he whispered back.

[thisapplepielife]

All Across the Universe

Rating: E | Chapter Word Count: 12,581 | CW: Temporary Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence | Tags: Post-Stranger Things 4 Vol. 2, Canon Divergence, Eddie Munson Lives, Time Travel Fix-It, Blundering Through History, Platonic Stobin, Revolving Door of Characters, Mixed Media

Snippet below, the full chapter can be read on AO3.

Chapter 3: Come Together

Steve is standing in front of a really fucking tall house, in a city, and he's not sure what he's doing here. Or where he is. Or when. But that feels familiar, and he realizes that he's getting used to the not knowing. Because what he does know, is that he'll figure it out. He can feel that. Bits and pieces will start to make sense, and he'll remember things pretty quickly. 

He already knows he's done this before. 

He knows this world isn't permanent. They never are. He blinks into existence, brand new and disoriented. And while he might not know where he is, or when, but he definitely knows he's searching for something, for someone, as he's called on and on, all across the universe.

He always finds him.

Eddie.

So, Steve looks around, and the steep as shit streets make him think he might be in San Francisco. Because just to his right is the curviest street he's ever seen in his whole life. He has a flash of Max zipping down the tight hairpin turns on her skateboard, with a flash of red hair. And he smiles. He misses the kids.

He looks at the houses, the layout of the streets, and yeah. San Francisco. He visited San Francisco with his dad once, on a business trip, when he was little. And he liked riding the cable car. What he remembers of it, anyway. And this looks like what he remembers seeing that day. 

So, yes, he thinks this is San Francisco. Probably. Maybe. 

But when is he? He has no idea. Modern day, at least. That much he is sure of, just from seeing the modern cars on the street. This isn't the twenties or the forties, and he's fucking grateful for that.

He has a sudden flash of Eddie in the snow, with a mohawk. Then Steve with his own mohawk. He immediately reaches for his head.

He has hair. All his hair. Oh, thank god. 

Continue reading on AO3.

Thanks to everyone that has given this new fic a chance! This video was something I made 6 months ago with only a hope that this fic would turn into something. ❤️

[curiositydooropened]

Heyy amanda i looove your writing, your stories are so well thought-out and interesting. Could you maybe if you like the idea write about steve in s2, nancy is breaking up w him but he can't seem to stop thinking about reader. Hope you like the idea and get some inspiration❤️❤️🫡🥺

Hello, sweets! First of all, this message was sooo lovely! Thank you so much! As I reached the end of this little drabble, I worried I didn’t exactly fulfill your prompt, but I hope you still enjoy it! Thanks again for requesting!!!

Under the Sea

Steve is dreading prom season until he spots you, the one who’s always been there.

Wordcount: 1794

Pairing: Steve Harrington x reader

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff

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Prom Season, that fortuitous time of year where normally orange and green concrete halls were painted in pastels and streamers. Christmas baubles dangling from the ceiling in strings with PTSD triggering Christmas lights that had Steve wishing his bat were in his backpack and not just the trunk of his car. A large Under the Sea banner denoted dates and locations - tickets could be purchased in the cafeteria during lunch for $5 a piece. Ballots for royalty could be found at the ticket tables.

Royalty. Steve blanched, tightening the strap of his backpack over one shoulder. Funny how the title of King could be swiped from a kid in a few short months. Prom King was all Steve ever wanted, all he ever strived to be. Now, he didn’t even have the title of championship winning point guard. Now, he didn’t even have the title of boyfriend. Now, the only regal title Steve Harrington could answer to was “World’s Best Babysitter”, and although he enjoyed ruffling the hair of those little shits, he wished more people than Mrs. Henderson would give a shit.

Maybe he’d have lunch on the field today, or in the woods. The cafeteria would be crawling with giddy girls and their dates, and the parking lot still stung of Nancy and Tommy and Carol always cat-called from nearby.

The bell rang indicating the start of fourth period, and Steve dipped sideways down a long hallway toward staff offices and the shining sun of midday in Spring.

Sneakers squeaking against linoleum, he grit his teeth past the coos and giggles of Martha Rhinestad and Emily Henberry, both of whom had turned him down for a date last weekend thanks to Dustin’s Pearl-filled grin-and-growl combo. Steve offered a friendly wave in passing, and both girls giggled once more, louder, brushing past him in a waft of bubblegum and hairspray. He turned to watch them walk away, lamenting the curves of their Levi’s and the fall of his reign.

When he turned back to the door outside, he ran smack into a figure who let out a remarkable yelp. Steve jumped, nearly smacking the intruder with his backpack until he saw you with hands held in surrender, hair tossed and a look of surprise etched across your features.

“Oh my God, Steve. Hi. Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Oh, hi. No, I’m sorry.” Steve scratched the back of his throat and made room for you to pass.

You. You who taught him how to tie his shoes in kindergarten, you who put a band-aid on his chin in the fourth grade when he cut it on the playground, you who took an attack-kiss with grace at Carol’s 14th birthday party even though it was practically assault.

“Where are you headed?” You smiled, glancing over your shoulder at the windowed door, which somehow felt less beckoning in your presence.

“Lunch,” he explained. “You?”

You tapped the tin box in your hand, which he hadn’t noticed until now. “Also lunch. I’m selling prom tickets.”

“Ah,” he nodded, that familiar ache filling his chest.

“Yeah, we better sell out this year, this Under the Sea theme is way more expensive than A Night to Remember, but student council insisted prom be different than last year’s, which I guess they’re right, but it’d be way less work for the planning committee. As if we aren’t getting ready for college.” You we’re rambling, face ducked into the tin box now clamped to your chest, and Steve felt a smile etch itself on his own face, a weak feeling he was getting to used to having again. “You’re going, right?”

He blinked back at you, the sweet and innocent look in your eye matched with the guilt of him not planning to go. He swallowed, remembered he had a couple bucks in his wallet. He could spare it for a prom ticket he wouldn’t use. “Oh yeah, of course. Thanks for reminding me.” It was worth it to see you smile.

“Walk with me?” You offered, and he spun for a third time to head beside you back down the hallway to the hell of pastel that was the cafeteria.

You and Steve fell into step, sneakers squeaking and change jingling against the tin in your arms, and he risked a glance at your face. You’d really grown up, pretty young thing turned into a young woman overnight. You’d mentioned college, talked like you were all grown up. You felt different from the kid that encouraged him to switch from a trike to a bicycle, and suddenly he realized you’d spent your lives together.

“So, how’ve you been? How’re classes this year?” You asked, catching his stare.

Steve sighed, dug his thumb between his bag strap and his shoulder. “Barely scraping by. Did you know chemistry sucks?”

You laughed, a sound he’d kill to pull from you again, and nodded. “Chemistry does suck. I took it last year.”

“Overachiever,” he mumbled under his breath, and he swelled when you caught the playful tone, elbowing his ribs.

“I was going to offer to help,” you continued. The joke of a past tense was not lost on him.

“Yeah?”

You shrugged. “You know I’m always here for you, Steve.”

There was something in your tone that had his stomach flipping, had him remembering the band-aid and the tiny moment in the dark of Tina’s yard during her Halloween party, after Nancy called him “bullshit” where you asked if he needed to talk. He thought of the moment during Thanksgiving break, where he tossed cranberry sauce into his grocery basket, and you asked about his double black eyes. You’d been the first person to approach him then, the first to talk to him for two whole weeks since he showed back up to school.

Before he had a chance to respond, the cafeteria door swung open to a cacophony of screaming teenagers and tossed paper airplanes. Lines formed with orange trays and slopped, well, slop. The nerds sat with the nerds, and Steve narrowly avoided the polo-wearing table of whispers as you approached the long line growing up to a double card table. Sissy Patterson sat behind it, shooting you a wave of relief upon your approach.

“See you up there,” you smiled and shimmied your way to pass out change and stack the growing wad of bills into your tin box. Your hair was shiny, and your smile bright.

“Steve?” The voice sent chills up his spine, and with a warm face, he turned to sweet, beautiful Nancy Wheeler.

“Hey, Nance,” he sighed, shoulders slumped in defeat. As though he thought he could hide in a room full of potential snipers.

“Hey,” she was awkward behind him, soft corners of her lips pinched in a signature Nancy polite smile. Far different from yours.

“You getting prom tickets?” He asked, though he’d prefer to not know the answer.

“Oh yeah. I mean, I’m serving punch and Jonathan’s taking photos so we don’t really need them, but Mom insisted. You know, for her scrapbook.”

Steve nodded. The famous Wheeler scrapbook, perpetually forgotten for gossipy phone lines and romance novels and Chardonnay. There were a fair few Polaroids of him taken for that scrapbook, including a handful from junior prom the year before.

“What about you? Are you getting prom tickets?” Steve didn’t think she meant it as surprised as it sounded, but it hurt nonetheless.

“Yup.” He popped the ‘p’ and took a step up to the wobbly table.

“Steve,” Sissy popped her bubblegum, shot him a glare. He’d stood her up for a date freshman year. He’d never be forgiven.

“Sissy,” he smiled. He fished into his pocket for cash and found ten dollars. And with Nancy looming behind him and you grinning up at him with those sparkly eyes, he blurted out. “Two tickets please.” More confident than he thought.

He noticed something in you then, the slightest slump of your shoulders, a lick of your lips as your smile softened. You took his cash and placed it neatly into the tin, and Sissy shoved two tickets into his hand.

“Here’s the royalty ballot,” you passed over a clipboard, avoiding his gaze, and his throat tightened in terrified anticipation.

“Oh that’s okay,” he shrugged it off as Nancy stepped up beside him to order her own tickets. When he glanced over, she was glancing between the two of you, eyebrows pinched.

“Steve,” you pressed. “Take the ballot. Trust me.” Your smile was soft, shy, but that sparkle went back into your eyes and sent something through him.

He took the clipboard and pen from your dainty fingers and glanced over the pastel artwork until he saw the neatly printed columns for King, Queen, Princes, and Princesses. Under the King category, he found Steve Harrington. It was the first name on the list. Right where he always wanted it to belong. He glanced over the clipboard where you were watching with an eager gaze, and he couldn’t help but smile, wide.

He checked his name and a few others, and before he even tried to look at Nancy’s votes over her shoulder, he took another step of bravery and said your name, actually yelled it a little. People at a nearby table stopped talking.

“Steve,” you chuckled, flashing a polite smile at those around.

“Do you have a date to prom?”

Again, that beautiful smile of yours faded, dwindled, diminished. You shook your head and avoided his gaze, taking change from the person elbowing past Nancy who seemed to be having an impossible time with her ballot.

“Great,” Steve grinned. “Would you go to prom with me?”

The lid to the tin box slammed closed. Nancy dropped her pen, it rolled between them. “What?”

“I’m asking you to be my prom date. I’ll get a cummerbund to match your dress, and I’ll buy you a corsage, and I’ll take you to dinner beforehand. Do you like Enzo’s?”

“Yes,” you were fighting off that smile now.

“Is that a yes to Enzo or to being my date?”

“Both, I guess.” You laughed, that pretty sound. He’d managed to pull it from you again.

“Perfect. Can we talk about it more after school?”

You shrugged, nodded, but he could tell you were pleased. You, who kissed his chin better, you who maybe enjoyed that kiss at Carol’s birthday, you who hooked your hand into his elbow after his breakup and told him everything was going to be alright.

He winked and turned around before he could catch the look of shock on Nancy’s face because honestly, he couldn’t even focus on Nancy when that smile played on his mind. He floated out of the cafeteria like a jellyfish, soft and light and hopeful.

[lokisprettygirl]

Chapter 26 is...

It has it all, from closeness and cuteness of Loki and y/n🥰 to the first necessary revenge😈🦴👊🏻...yessss and I was like

Loki and y/n really can't live without each other and they have the understandable need to be together all the time and it's so adorable. I hope this comes true for them soon🥺💖

'You'll be sick off me baby' noooooo we will never be sick of our Loki 😭🥺but I get his reasons why he thinks like this.

His scars in his heart are deep and the healing process just started, and so it's for y/n too. The reassurance Loki gave her is so important...in her world there are only those abusive, disgusting and cruel people and she needs Loki to show her that there are also good things and good people in this world...like the the people who helped him to get on his feet again. It's a learning process for her...but she has the best teacher 😉🥰

Daddy needs to protect his Baby. NOBODY will ever touch his baby again 🤬💀, she is his and his alone . Why is protective and avenging Loki sooo HOT🌶🥵 ? I have BMUBMD vibes here (think I have to re-read it...in blood drenched Loki...🥵❤️‍🔥🤣). And he did it, yessss I love what he did to Bucky, he got what he deserved. I'm empathic like y/n but...that piece of shit Bucky would never have stopped his evil actions so...I 'm more like an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth...and never mess with a Loki in love. 😈💀👊🏻😈

I could literally hear it through my phone when Bucky's bones cracked and it made me shiver...you Queen of writing you.💖❤️‍🔥🦴

Loki will always protect and defend his baby, he has an enormous protective instinct and he loves her so much...thinking about it makes me always so emotional.🥺🤗🥰

My presumption was right, Steve let Bucky down in the moment when he became useless for him. Steve is a narcissist, only money and fame is on his mind. I still have my theories about Steve and I'm curious what will happen next and if I'm right...and the Osbornes 🤔.. ?(I hope I remember the name right 🤪)

We don't know her yet but I already like Loki's little sister (she's like a mother😂😂) And I love Eric, I like how much he cares about Loki , he's a real friend and a gift.

I'm so happy that y/n got her satisfaction when she visited Bucky, I feel so good about it.

I'm sorry but I can't stop thinking about it, I don't know why it touches me so much, Loki's and y/n's beginning relationship is kind of immaculate and the loveable way they treat each other...and at the same time it's so hot 💚❤️‍🔥💚❤️‍🔥

'...and played with his poofy chest hair'...thank you for this line🤣🥵

...and I'm excited for the dirty things he will do to her and when he will take care of her 😏😏...and she of him and worshipping him❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

'Katlyn was next on his list' yes bitch, burn in hell 💀🔥🔥🔥

And he will send that bitch in her own personal hell 🔥🔥🔥

My Queen👑 you had a big lack of sleep but you wrote a gorgeous chapter. I'm on my knees again🧎🏻‍♀️ and I love you so much🥰💖

Take good care of you 💚💚💚😘

loki doesn't understand how addicted we are to him and that we'll never be sick of him 🥺

Yup bodyguard loki has channeled his BMUBMD self ;) but to be fair this is not the first time he has harmed someone, he was in the army and he has been a bodyguard for a long time.

I don't feel too bad for Bucky either and Steve's true colours are out in front of him, like y/n said now he'll know how it feels to be betrayed like that.

The bone cracking makes me cringe and I wrote that, i hate violence but yeah if daddy loki wants to protect me and avenge me? Goo daddy go.. I love you 🤣

His poofy almost non existent chest hair owns me

Thank you for the loveliest ask my dear, love you so much 💚💚🤗❤️

[oatmilkovich]

what are your thoughts on shanola and steve's acting/chemistry?

hey hey! sorry for sitting on this for a few weeks, i’ve been dealing w/ a bunch of stuff so my head hasn’t been in the right place. but, here we go!

(prefacing this as always with: my acting opinions are all subjective! but i did go to drama school and have a degree in acting, i just like talking about it!)

shanola is one of my favourite actors on the show. her dramatic work is criminally underrated and i think she brings great depth to veronica’s character. my favourite moments of her’s – and honestly one of my favourite piece of non-verbal acting on the show – is this scene in season 3. as kev is reiterating his love for her, you can see her go through a complete emotional journey before she bursts into tears. shanola really lets what kev is saying hit her (take the hits! as my old professor would say) and affect her emotionally. this is such a beautiful moment because you really feel and understand veronica’s devastation over possibly losing kev. it’s so simple yet so rooted in truth, i think about it all the time. give shanola more dramatic work!! side note, i love shanola’s line delivery, they 9 times out of 10 always land! 

as for steve – i think he’s got much less of a solid technique as ground work for his acting, but i still think he’s able, in the main, to carry himself (i doesn’t help in the last few seasons kev has been reduced completely down to comedic relief) and he definitely benefits from having shanola as a scene partner. now i’m not a huge fan of only highlighting dramatic moments to talk about someone’s acting, but one of my favourite moments of steve’s is when they realise that veronica’s mum wants to keep the baby and he like, breaks down in veronica’s arms. it’s a super nuanced moment that i think really shows how much the weird storyline w/ carole took such a toll on kev. 

as a pair, they work really, really well together and when the writing is good they’re great. they’ve been let down in recent years by the writing, but kev and v’s relationship stays strong because it’s clear that shanola and steve are close and know how to work with each other well – much like cameron and noel. they’ve worked together for 10 years and with that comfort, comes great relationship work. one of the things i like about kev and v is that despite all the ups and downs they’ve gone through, you never really doubt their love for one another and even during their lowest, (which was probably season 5?) you still are very much rooting for the two of them to work it out. their scenes and storylines can sometimes get a little stale but at no point do i not believe in their relationship or the feelings they feel towards one another. 

when the show begins and you meet kev and v, it’s very clear that not only do they love each other romantically but that they’re best friends too. i think that despite the quality of their storylines fluctuating, the level of intimacy and familiarity between the two of the has been upheld throughout the entire show – 11 seasons later and you do still believe that they know each other better than anyone else in the world and that’s all down to shanola and steve’s work. 

thanks for the question <3

[lokisprettygirl]

My dear, I'm sooo sorry, I wasn't able to write a proper comment for chapter 23. I was just able to reblog it and add some gifs🤗. Real life crossed my way painfully 🤪...and I'm still high on meds my doctor gave me 🤣🤣🤣 so please forgive me if I didn't get every detail or this comment is a bad one 🥲.

I was so happy that Loki and y/n talked to each other and confessed their love. I'm also glad for y/n that she could clear the things with Peter and that he told her what happend once when they were a couple. As I assumed he was also a victim of that piece of shit Katlyn and I feel sad for him too. It seems he loved y/n very much and he should've talked to her back then...but it's never easy to talk about such things even when you're just 17 years old...

The kiss between them...yes, a bit of both, reconciliation and remembering how good it felt back then when life was good. And also a clarification for y/n how much she is in love with Loki. It would be a nice turn of fate when Peter could become a friend now and an ally to push that shitty, disgusting family from the cliff with broken noses, skulls and everything.

I'm not sure if and how Loki is able to handle it, he's understandably still insecure but he heard with his own ears how y/n confessed her love for him, that he's loved by her and that she always will choose him, that she only wants HIM. She has to show it to him constantly and I'm sure she will.

I absolutely get her angst when Loki seems to ignore her...but they have to be careful, they have to play their roles. It was so caring of Loki to take y/n with him and shit-bitch Katlyn to the shopping trip and hair dresser...lmao Loki should've told Katlyn the hottest woman he has known had a shoven head 🤣🤣🤣🤣...bitch would've done it too just to get fucked by him. No you dirty piece of shit, he will NEVER EVER FUCK YOU !

I always adore the way how Loki and y/n talk to each other, face to face or in their adorable and sexy text messages 😏❤️‍🔥, I love them for being so open and telling no lies to each other. They're so pure and precious, it always warms my heart. It was so nice that Peter provided Loki and y/n time together by distracting Katlyn.

And oh my gosh...daddy kink, feeding kink, all that slowly endless teasing and y/n returning THE favour, shirtless Loki...that was so hotttt 🌶🌶❤️‍🔥😏❤️‍🔥🥵🥵, I didn't know how much I needed that...I'm dead now and I need a really cold shower...and I need definitely more of thisss hot stuff...🤤😏🥵

And it wouldn't be a perfect chapter of yours without a gorgeous cliffhanger....and I'm HERE FOR IT !!...and you know it 😏🤣

I refuse to believe that Peter has evil intentions...in one of your responses you said you wouldn't ruin another good and nice character (that's Steve's job🤣🤣🤣) so I sincerely hope he's going to offer Loki something good...his help, a hug whatever...

Can't wait for the next chapter, you keep me addicted and curious, my Queen and I love you so much 👑💖🥰💚🖤❤️

Dont worry about it my dear, you know I love your asks but I never want you to feel pressured at all. Sending all the loki healing powers your way 😍

Yes the thing between Peter and y/n is too sad but then you hardly understand life and love at 17. That being said Peter should have given her a chance to talk especially when her mom died he should have been there for her and maybe things would get clear but he fucked up big time there because he had Katlyn by his side who kept feeding him wrong information about y/n like imagine Katlyn crying to Peter about how y/n slept with her dad. That would make someone wary.

The kiss was an end to that pain she felt when he left, now she have closure and she can give all her heart to loki which he deserves the most. He needed assurance that she won't ditch him and she didn't.

Shirtless loki with his pants below his waist is imprinted in my head🥵🥵

Did I say that? 👀👀 We will see 😂

Thank you my queen, I love you too 🤗🤗💚💚❤️💚🖤😘

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“She fits in here. Not at S.H.I.E.L.D. Never at S.H.I.E.L.D. But she fits in here, in the 70s.”

The 70s seem like they’d be her favorite era to have lived through. I don’t know what it is. But I agree completely with Steve that she fits in there.

•He stands right between his past and his future, quite literally..

Oof a rock and a hard place. Also the thought just came to me, when Steve went back to be with Peggy, did he ever cross paths with y/n? I can’t remember off the top of my head what year Steve went back and stayed in.

•”He hates time travel.”

I do too in some cases. Give me headaches in some movies.

“You said you left S.H.I.E.L.D. That’s it. That’s all. You never told me this, about looking for me.”

Oooof Steve’s simmering..in what I’m not super sure just yet. 😬

“…because she’s looking at him with something in her eyes that Steve can’t put his finger on.”

“You know me,” she states as if that bars any disagreement. “You know me,”

Oooh the pieces are fitting together in her head.

“Please tell me you and I happen after an appropriate amount of time in the future and it’s not like a cheap betrayal of peggys trust in me.”

Shit that’d be my reaction too. Like “ok we get together somewhere down the line, cool, but please tell me it’s a significant amount of time that I don’t hurt her.

“21st century”

“Huh”

“What?”

“Nothing, you just you look good for your age, Captain.”

Lmaooo there she is!❤️

•Okay another question, when she got snapped it hurt her like it hurt Peter? Like her cells regenerating, trying to heal?

•”I guess some things never change,”

She’s pretty much the same every era you catch her in. She’s always herself and always consistent in her charm.

“…but I think I lose it in the end don’t I?”

“How’d you—?”

Steve. She always knows. Shes y/n. Of course she knows. She can read him like a book. I’m sure he paled when she walked into the room.

“Did I die happy?”

“…you died in my arms.”

“Ouch,” she curses,wincing almost “sorry about that.”

“What?” He asks, incredulous

“Sounds like pain city if you ask me.” She looks at him, “Sorry you had to go through that.”

“You’re the one who died.”

“And you had to live on with it,” she states, her expressions solemn for once. “As someone who’s done that one too many times, I’d take the dying bit over being the left behind bit any day.”

I feel like he really needed to hear that. At least from some version of her. That she gets it.

But then her smile reappears, “I loved you, right?”

“Why do you always know everything?” Steve chides, with barely any heat.

Haha she knows she did. Of course she knows she loved him. She wouldn’t tell anyone about her past, about her unless she loved them, truly.

Oh I love that. She gives him the floor to say whatever he needs to to this version of her. And that’s beautiful, and probably for sure means so much to him just to have the opportunity. Even if it’s not his Y/n. It means something.

Tentatively he cups her face, when she keeps smiling instead of pulling away, he says, “I am so fucking sorry.” He clenches his jaw, trying to keep his emotions from overtaking him. “I’m so, so sorry, Y/n. You were right. I lied to protect me, no one else. And for that, I’m so sorry.”

Oofff steve 🥺

Oh my god the whole interaction with Howard and her!? 😂 I love it I love it I love it!!! “Howie.”yes that’s so personal to me and I don’t know why.

“Oh, by the way, this is Howard Potts.” That makes Steve turn. When he does, he notices Howard pointing towards Tony.

“Nice to meet ya, Potts. I’m Stark,” she says offhandedly, throwing a salute Tony’s way.

I’m screaming!!! I’m screaming!!! 🤭👀

“…You’re gonna know me soon enough, Grandma.”

“Don’t fucking call me grandma, old man, or I will make you regret it.”

Oh my god😂 I love their banter I love their bickering. I wanna cry but I’m laughing this is so great!!

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” She balks. Taking a step back she looks Tony over. “Who the fuck are you?”

“Well…” Tony begins. “You’re gonna find out in about… 22 days? Yeah. By the end of the month, we’ll be besties.”

And Steve can practically see the pieces click together in her head as the moment it does she lunges at Tony to engulf him in a hug. “Motherfucker,” she breathes out.

Oh oh I’m in tears. They’re so lovable in every way. I miss them and this isn’t even over yet.

Tony hugs her back with a blinding smile. “You’re gonna have to quit that when I come around, Mom doesn’t like it when you swear.”

She pulls back, “I’d do anything for you, kid. I might not have met you yet, but I know I will.”

“You will,” he reassures her. “But let’s not go there, I can’t have an emotional breakdown in the middle of a mission. Let’s focus on more important things, like how the fuck do you always know I’m from the future.”

She points to Steve. “You tingle, just like him.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” Tony asks. “You keep saying that like it explains anything. But it doesn’t. It really fucking doesn’t.”

“She can feel us,” Steve states, as realization strikes.

Oh my gosh!!! Her powers!! What the hell that did not even occur to me that that’s what she meant. Holy—

“Stark!” A voice calls out from behind them, interrupting the conversation.

“What do you want, Carter?” Y/n shouts back.

“You!” Peggy replies.

“God, Carter, you know you don’t have to sweet-talk me,” Y/n replies with a coy smile. “You know I’m already yours.”

Oh my gosh! I love her. I loved so much.

She turns to Steve and Tony then. Dropping a kiss on Tony’s cheek and another one on Steve’s, she looks at them as she says, “Guess I’ll catch you boys on the flip side.”

Ahhhhh!!!! My heart. It hurts. And I know it’s just gonna keep hurting. im not ready…

Avengers: Endgame ft. Static (4)

Pairings: Tony Stark x Stark!Reader (siblings), Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader (past ish), Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter (past), Peggy Carter x Stark!Reader (shameless flirting)

Genre: Mostly Angst with a hint of fluff if you make it to the end.

Summary: Steve runs into his old flame... well, old flames.

(These scenes incorporate y/n, codename—Static, into the pre-existing story as a character without making drastic changes to the plot or mythos. All the major plot points from the MCU remain in place with the addition of the reader as Static, who is not only a Stark but also enhanced. Whatever events from the canon aren’t mentioned, take place without much change.)

Warnings: Swearing, Character Death.

a/n: read Age of Ultron (ft. Static) to get a better backstory. Highly recommended. And it’s fun. I promise. And also read Avengers: Infinity War (ft. Static) for context, cause you know? It happened

sidenote: @freeflyingphoenix is my beta now. I love her. I don't know about this one, so I'd really appreciate your feedback.

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“Peg—?”

He turns instantly as the door slides open.

And if Steve thought he could barely breathe before, he sure as hell isn’t breathing anymore.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” is all he can manage to choke out.

“Well, that would make two of us, handsome.”

Handsome.

‘Are you going my way, handsome?’

‘On our date, handsome.’

‘Just looking at you, handsome.’

‘I’m yours, handsome. As long as you’ll have me.’

‘Let’s go to bed, handsome.’

‘I love you, handsome.’

‘Hey, handsome. I’m gonna need you to do something for me.’

Walking in further, with a smirk on her face, her eyes flicker from the photo on the table back up to him. Clicking her tongue she continues, “Seeing as you’re supposed to be somewhere at the bottom of the ocean.”

She looks good, she always does. She looks younger, not very but he can tell. Of course, he can tell. He’s fallen asleep to this face, he’s woken up to it too. Or at least he used to.

She’s wearing high-waisted jeans, with an oversized white polo shirt and a bandana on her head. Her hair’s bigger, wavy and wild. She fits in here. Not at S.H.I.E.L.D. Never at S.H.I.E.L.D. But she fits in here, in the ‘70s.

Steve’s standing in Peggy’s office, who’s behind him, just on the other side of the window. While ahead of him is Y/n. And she’s staring him down, nothing in her gaze except mischief. Steve can’t breathe, let alone think. He stands right between his past and his future, quite literally. He doesn't know what to do about it.

He’s lost so much, he’s lost them both. Peggy died in the comfort of her bed, barely remembering who he was, while Y/n died in his arms after losing a battle for half of all life in the universe. He never got to make a life with Peggy, not in any substantial way but with Y/n… With her, he broke the life he built.

Behind him is the life he didn’t get to have and in front of him is the life he got and managed to screw up.

He hates time travel.

“I—I think you have me confused with someone else,” he tries, but his voice comes out all wrong; shaky and unsure.

She just smiles at him, “Try telling that to someone who hasn’t been looking for you, for what? A decade?” She asks rhetorically, to herself. Calculating and then shrugging she answers her own question, “Yeah. Something like that.”

“You—” He shakes his head. “Looking for me?” He balks.

“Yeah, I mean, you know Peggy,” she takes a step forward and seats herself on the edge of the table, one leg stuck to the ground while the other dangles in the air. “She wants to bury you properly.” She looks through the files on Peggy’s desk, fiddling with them. “Not just an empty casket. She thinks you deserve it… Peace, she says. Or whatever peace the likes of us can get.” She looks up at him then. “And everyone knows Howard has always been a bit too friendly with Dorothy when it comes to you, we just don’t talk about it.”

She looked for me.

She’s still looking for me.

After all this time—

“Peggy’s looking for me?” He asks, mouth agape. When all Y/n does is shrug lightly, he shakes his head in disbelief. “No. That’s not—You never—” His jaw clenches. “You said you left S.H.I.E.L.D. That’s it. That’s all. You never told me about this, about looking for me.” He’s rambling, he’s not even sure he makes sense to the woman in front of him. Because she’s looking at him with something in her eyes that Steve can’t put his finger on.

“You know me,” she states as if it’s an observation that bars any disagreement. “You know me,” she reiterates, but this time it’s a provocation of sorts. He doesn’t take the bait though, he’s not here to fight, not her. She’d kick his ass anyway.

She looks like she’s assessing him, waiting for his move but then realizes his move isn’t coming. For a second Steve thinks she’ll take his lowered guard and punch him in the face with it but then she’s groaning in annoyance with her head thrown back.

“What? What? What happened?” Steve asks, concerned.

“Please tell me you and I happen after an appropriate amount of time in the future and it’s not like a cheap betrayal of Peggy’s trust in me,” she says, with her eyes closed, running an exhausted hand over her face.

He chortles. “That’s what you’re worried about?” She looks at him from between her fingers, nodding to urge him on. He huffs lightly, smiling. “21st Century,” he answers.

“Huh,” she says, hands falling to show furrowed brows.

“What?” He asks, her gaze burning him up from within at contact.

“Nothing,” she replies with a cunning smile. “You just—” she chuckles, “you look good for your age, Captain.”

In retrospect, he should have seen that coming from a mile away. That’s who she is. That’s who

she’s always been; charming, flirty and so damn beautiful.

What you have to understand is that Steve has lost too many people in his life. He’s lost his dad, then his mom. He’s lost Bucky, twice. He’s lost Peggy. He’s lost his world, in a somewhat futile attempt to save it. And he’s lost her.

Now, you’d think that would make him accustomed to saying goodbye, but if anything, it’s made goodbyes harder. It’s made parting with people he loves so much worse than it was before because experience doesn’t help him greet the pain like an old friend. God, no. It builds. It builds like an unstoppable avalanche, collecting more pain along the way. It attaches itself to the already searing hole in Steve’s chest and makes it bigger still. And the thing about a hole in your chest is that it makes it hard for you to breathe. Steve’s suffocating.

She’s here, and she’s breathing. She’s not fading away into dust, she’s not clinging onto him for purchase against an unknown force that’s ripping her apart. She’s here and Steve’s not sure how to reconcile the image of her turning to dust and the woman smiling at him right now.

“I guess some things never change,” he says softly. You never change.

“Pretty much the point of immortality,” she says, arms open wide. “But I think I lose it in the end, don’t I?”

How do you know? How do you always know?

“How do you—?”

She cuts him off, “You looked like you’d seen a ghost.” She points to the door behind her. “When I walked in, you looked at me like I was a ghost.”

“I—” What do you say at a time like this? What do you say to someone you loved about their death?

She saves him though. Buys him some time, like she always does. “Did I die happy?”

God, I hope so.

But he’s an honest man… mostly. He’s lied to her enough, so he tells the truth. “We—” he exhales heavily, “We lost a war, lost too many people, too many friends. I don’t think you died happy but—” He doesn’t want to finish it. He’s scared to.

“But?” She urges, pushing him a little.

“You—” He bites the inside of his cheek to keep from bursting into tears. “You died in my arms.”

“Ouch,” she curses, wincing almost. “Sorry about that.”

“What?” He asks, incredulous.

“Sounds like pain-city if you ask me.” She looks at him, “Sorry you had to go through that.”

“You’re the one who died.”

“And you had to live on with it,” she states, her expressions solemn for once. “As someone who’s done that one too many times, I’d take the dying bit over being the left behind bit any day.” But then her smile reappears, “I loved you, right?”

“Why do you always know everything?” Steve chides, with barely any heat.

She chuckles, “I wouldn’t tell anyone about my past unless I loved them,” she explains. “But I did, didn’t I?” When he nods, she adds, “Well then, I died in the arms of the man I love. What could I possibly have to complain about?”

So much. God, so damn much.

“It was complicated in the end,” he answers. “You and I… we—” He cuts himself off, head falling.

Coward.

A goddamn coward.

She was right. Back in the Compound, in their old room before Thanos came with his army. She accused him of being a fucking coward and she was absolutely right.

“You got anything you want to say?” Her question catches him by surprise.

“I want to say?”

“To me.” She clicks her tongue. “Anything you wanted to say to me—your version of me, the future version of me—that you couldn’t?”

He lets out a hollow laugh. “So much. Too much,” he answers.

“Well then,” she claps her hands standing up, inches from him, “the world’s your stage, handsome. I’m listening.”

He could go on for days. The things he’s had brewing in his head, screaming at him, shouting at him relentlessly for 5 years. But none of those things matter, not here, not to this Y/n.

Tentatively he cups her face, when she keeps smiling instead of pulling away, he says, “I am so fucking sorry.” He clenches his jaw, trying to keep his emotions from overtaking him. “I’m so, so sorry, Y/n. You were right. I lied to protect me, no one else. And for that, I’m so sorry.”

When her thumb wipes off the tear on his cheek, only then does he realize he’s failed at the task of staying composed.

“Y/n,” is all she says, though. “Good name.” When his brows furrow at her in confusion, she explains, “Not mine yet, Captain.”

Hold on, what?

Before he can question it, however, there’s a knock at the door and his heart stops.

Peggy?

But then his mind kicks back in. Peggy wouldn’t knock at the door of her own office.

Their eyes meet and Y/n (apparently) rushes over to open it a smidge. Steve swiftly moves to the corner, hiding himself.

“You need something, Jenkins?” she asks.

“Have you seen a man with a hippie beard?” Steve recognizes the voice, it’s the lady from the elevator.

“No, Dum Dum’s on a mission out West,” she answers easily.

“You know that’s not what I meant,” the elevator lady reprimands. “He’s with a blond man, tall, sharp and…”

“And?” She urges.

“Kinda good looking.”

She smiles then. “Well, Jenkins, I’m sorry to inform you, Thompson’s off duty today. So, if you’re looking for tall, sharp and handsome blonds, you’re shit outta luck.”

“You’re never any help, Stark.” With the retort, the elevator lady is off.

Closing the door, she turns to Steve, “Looks like you’ve scored yourself quite the groupies, Captain.”

“Oh for Christ’s sake!” Steve grumbles.

She laughs then. “I’m guessing you aren’t here to stay for your best girls, are you?” Her head turns to Peggy who’s sitting in the office on the other side of the window.

“I’m here to bring you back,” he answers, but his eyes are fixed on Peggy. She looks… she looks perfect. Older, but perfect. She looks like she’s lived on. And Steve can’t help the way his heart tightens at the thought.

“Then you need an exit,” Y/n states. The sound of the door opening makes his head turn. She motions for him to follow, “Come on, let’s get you back to your timeline, cowboy.”

With one last look at Peggy, he follows her reluctantly.

She leads him out from a back exit that’s fairly empty. Opening the door at the end of the tunnel they find themselves back in the yard outside. Looking around, he spots Tony talking to… Howard!

“Oh shit,” he curses at the sight.

Y/n turns to look at him in confusion but before she can say anything Howard’s voice calls out to her. “Stark!”

Spinning around, he tries to make himself less noticeable, pulling his cap lower, while Y/n runs over to Howard to keep his attention fixed on her. “What do you want, Howie?” he hears her ask.

“You coming home?” Howard questions.

“Found a tall, blond, and handsome back there. And besides, I don’t want to be in the crosshairs while Maria rips you a new one,” she says snickering.

“Yeah, yeah. You’re a pain in my ass,” Howards says dismissively. “You met Carter yet? She was looking for you.”

“She was pretty caught up with Souza when I went around, so I let that stew,” she tells him. Steve can hear the smile in her voice. “But I’ll swing by later,” she adds.

“After the tall, blond and handsome,” Howards notes. It’s not a question, it’s an observation.

She chuckles. “You know me, Howie.”

“Yeah, I do. And you make me regret it every day,” Howard chides. “Oh, by the way, this is Howard Potts.” That makes Steve turn. When he does, he notices Howard pointing towards Tony.

“Nice to meet ya, Potts. I’m Stark,” she says offhandedly, throwing a salute Tony’s way. She turns back to Howard who’s standing next to his car now, a butler holding the door open. “I’ll see you at home if you survive.” Howard waves at her, getting in the car. “Later, Jarvis.”

“Goodbye, Miss. Stark,” the butler replies, getting into the driver’s seat.

As they drive off, Steve runs over to her and Tony.

“What are you doing here? Didn’t you quit S.H.I.E.L.D. cause of Pym’s stupid hair?” Tony balks at her, confounded.

“Have you seen his hair?” She chides back.

Steve nods in agreement. “I have. I’d quit too.”

“See?” She says, pointing at him.

“Still doesn’t explain what the fuck you’re doing here!” Tony whisper yells at her.

“Hey! Quit haggling me, cupcake. You might know me in the future, but I don’t owe you shit right now,” she throws back.

Steve thinks for the second time since he’s started this time heist that he might have actually missed watching them bicker.

“Did you get it?” Steve asks.

“Yeah, of course,” Tony replies absentmindedly, shaking the briefcase in his hand and then turns back to address her. “You’re gonna know me soon enough, Grandma.”

“Don’t fucking call me grandma, old man, or I will make you regret it.”

“My God, you were always so violent. Explains why I went into the arms trade. It was you! You’re the bad influence.”

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” She balks. Taking a step back she looks Tony over. “Who the fuck are you?”

“Well…” Tony begins. “You’re gonna find out in about… 22 days? Yeah. By the end of the month, we’ll be besties.”

And Steve can practically see the pieces click together in her head as the moment it does she lunges at Tony to engulf him in a hug. “Motherfucker,” she breathes out.

Tony hugs her back with a blinding smile. “You’re gonna have to quit that when I come around, Mom doesn’t like it when you swear.”

She pulls back, “I’d do anything for you, kid. I might not have met you yet, but I know I will.”

Tony lets out a laugh, it’s watery and soft. Steve feels like he’s intruding on too private a moment. “You will,” he reassures her. “But let’s not go there, I can’t have an emotional breakdown in the middle of a mission. Let’s focus on more important things, like how the fuck do you always know I’m from the future.”

She points to Steve. “You tingle, just like him.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” Tony asks. “You keep saying that like it explains anything. But it doesn’t. It really fucking doesn’t.”

And then suddenly it clicks.

“She can feel us,” Steve states, as realization strikes.

“What?” Tony asks, befuddled.

“How are you traveling through time?” She asks.

“Jumping around through the Quantum Realm,” Tony answers.

She nods in understanding. “So that’s interdimensional travel, right? I can sense the residual energy from it on you—wait!” She holds up hands in alarm, “You do know about my powers, right?”

Tony’s eyes bulge out, “Really?” He runs a frustrated hand over his face. God, they really are siblings. “You’re seriously that callous about your secret? Cause you’re a bitch about it in the future.”

“Lower stakes, right now,” she shrugs, explaining. “Don’t have a kid Stark to protect.”

“Stark!” A voice calls out from behind them, interrupting the conversation.

Steve knows that voice. Even after all these years, it plays in the back of his head like a song, like their song. He can’t forget it, he never wants to.

“What do you want, Carter?” Y/n shouts back.

Tony moves around to shield Steve away from Peggy while he turns around.

“You!” Peggy replies.

“God, Carter, you know you don’t have to sweet-talk me,” Y/n replies with a coy smile. “You know I’m already yours.”

“Can you quit flirting with me and come help instead?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming, alright?” Y/n shouts back.

She turns to Steve and Tony then. Dropping a kiss on Tony’s cheek and another one on Steve’s, she looks at them as she says, “Guess I’ll catch you boys on the flip side.”

With that, she runs off.

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