#sometimes it feels like a way for Steve to win their breakup

[heavencasteel420]

I don’t ship R*nance, but, man, it’s wild seeing people go “um, why would you ship that, Nancy is so mean to Robin” when they ship H@rringrove. Shouldn’t they be bored because Nancy’s not mean enough? She doesn’t even pop up when Robin’s gazing longingly at Vickie to go “huh, guess your crush is getting porked by Mr. Mullet tonight,” let alone break crockery over her head.

[entelodontidae]

Word Parallels in Stranger Things

These are just ones I’ve noticed so far!

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You don’t love me?

Its bullshit.

Nancy to Steve, S2 E2

It’s romantic.

Its bullshit.

Max and Dustin commenting on Mike and El, S3 E1

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Lucas to Max, S4 E4

“I thought we lost you.”

Joyce to Hopper, S4 E?

“Thought I lost you.”

Mike to Will, S4 E4

“Maybe I feel like I lost you or something.”

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Mike to Will, S4 E4

“Thanks, by the way. For knocking some sense into me, I was being a total self pitying idiot.”

Steve to Nancy, S4 E9

“I think like, right out of the gate, I’m super confident. But I’m also, like, an idiot. … Thank you, for giving my head the biggest thump of its life.”

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“Holy shit. What happened to you?” Mike to Dustin, s2 e9

“Holy shit! What happened to you?” Richie to Ben, IT(2017)

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“I can do anything, I’m the chief of police.”

Brody, Jaws

“I’m the chief of police, I can do anything.”

Hopper, s3

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“That sounds nice.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Nancy to Steve, S4 E7

“El needs you Mike, and she always will.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Will to Mike, S4 E7

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“So, he asked you to take me home?”

“Yeah, I mean, he was really upset.”

Nance to Jonathan, S2 E3

“I mean… she [El] told me what to draw. She commissioned it, basically.”

Will to Mike, S4 E8

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I knew you were acting weird. I just thought it was because of Will.” Nancy, s1

“I thought you were acting weird. I thought it was because of Steve.” Mike, s1

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Mike to El, s3

“You said nana was sick.” El

“She is-“ Mike, gestures for Lucas to play along

“She is, super sick.” Lucas

“That’s why we were here, actually-“ Mike

Followed by breakup

Mike to Will, s3

“Fine. You guys win. I’m going home.” - Will

“No- no we want to keep playing, right?” Mike, gets Lucas to play along

“Uh- yeah.” Lucas

“We were just joking around, let’s finish the campaign for real.” Mike

Followed by fight

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“I feel like I’m losing my mind”

“Not anymore than I am”

Hopper and Joyce, S3 E3

“Sometimes I feel like I’m going crazy.”

“Me, too.”

“Hey, well, if we’re both going crazy, we’ll go crazy together, right?”

“Yeah. Crazy together.”

Mike to Will, S2 E2

“Only love makes you that crazy, sweetheart, and that damn stupid.”

Flo to Nancy, S2e6-8?

“You know, they do say it (love) makes you crazy.”

Mike to El, s3e7?

These might all just be coincidence, but it’s still fun to point them out!

[familyvideostevie]

28 with steve for the kiss prompts i love you

darling bee anything for you <3 i love you i don't know if they played suck and blow in the 80s but in my mind they did

an accidental kiss between two exes __

If Robin had suggested the game before you'd had a few beers you'd have said no. And she'd have respected that -- everyone would. You can hardly call what you and Steve went through a breakup, anyway. You went on like, three dates? And then the mall burned down and then people started dying again and it kind of got lost in the shuffle. But sometimes you feel a little awkward, especially since you know he's been dating again without a word to you about it.

But as it stands you're feeling light and happy to be with your friends, so you cheer as the night takes a bit of a raunchy turn. It's simple -- pass the card around the circle, mouth to mouth, using your breath to suck and blow.

Obviously, a few kisses occur. Vickie drops the card a little too obviously and kisses Robin, and Argyle forgets to suck entirely and plants one on Eddie. It's all sweet and fun, people shuffling around the circle as you giggle and you just love all of them. You get kissed gently by Jonathan, and sloppily by Nancy.

You notice too late that you're next to Steve, turning from where you pick up the card and suck it against your mouth. He's concentrating hard, clearly determined to win, and you do your best to pass it to him without incident. He maintains eye contact as you do, before he turns quick to Robin on his other side. The card makes its way around the circle before it's back at you again.

"This is the longest we've gone!" Eddie cheers. "Come on, guys, don't fuck it up!" Unfortunately, his words put pressure on tipsy you and you drop the card right as Steve's lips come close, and then they're on yours. You'd only kissed him once when you went out, and it hadn't been like this. This is hard, needy, and deep. Wait, why is he kissing you?

"Okay, now that's just making out," Argyle says. Steve jumps back and you realize his hands are on your arms.

"Are you guys going out again and you didn't tell me?" Robin cries.

"I can't believe you ruined the streak," Eddie says.

"Steve?" you say, a little dizzy from the kiss. He grabs your hand and pulls you out of the circle.

"I think we should talk," he replies.

kiss prompts for eddie or steve baby blurbs

[ifmywishescametrue]

"You didn't deserve that... You deserve so much better." for buckytony pls 🤓

thank you for sending one! it got kind of out of hand lol so here's 2.2k of breaking up and making up. hope you like it!

Tony loses track of what the fight is about fairly quickly. He knows it started with what seemed like playful bickering, the kind their relationship was practically built on, but somewhere along the way the jabs turned much more pointed. Barbed wire wrapped around them, until each one was like a knife wound.

The first real cut came from him, he knows. Bucky's witty comment hit a little too close to one of his hundred insecurities, and reflex made him return it with too much sharpness. He can't blame Bucky for reacting, but they're both to blame for letting it get this out of hand. That’s not something that matters in the moment, though.

In the moment, all that matters is the careless insults and merciless words they lob back and forth. They chip away at each other and their relationship until it’s crumbling around them, but even that doesn’t matter. It becomes secondary to getting in the last word and one-upmanship, like it’s a competition for who can hurt who the most that they both desperately want to win, consequences be damned.

“You know this is why people keep leaving you,” Bucky says. “At some point it should be pretty damn obvious that it's you, not them.”

Tony laughs bitterly because the only other choice is crying. “Cause you're a real fucking prize, right? Bet people are just lining up to date a guy they're barely allowed to touch. And God forbid you ever try to do something nice for him, because it'll never actually be right.”

“Better than a guy with daddy issues so severe it'll take him two years to even tell you he loves you. Don't bother saying it in the meantime to him either, because he'll run off to hide for a week after each time.”

“Well, you know what, I'll make it easy for you, then,” Tony says, backing away to grab his jacket. “You don't have to worry about me and all my issues anymore.”

He forcefully shoves his arms into the sleeves and grabs his keys from the hook by the door. Bucky watches with a clenched jaw and doesn't try to stop him, not even when he pauses to give him the chance.

“What are you waiting for? Go ahead and run off. Prove my point.”

Tony shakes his head, an ache already forming in his chest that he ignores. “I’m not proving your point, because this isn’t running. This is breaking up with you because you’re a fucking asshole.”

He lets the door slam shut behind him and speedwalks down the hall, repeatedly pushing the elevator button. It doesn’t come quickly enough, and he flings open the door to the stairwell to rush down them. His vision blurs dangerously, and he can hardly see where he’s going, but he doesn’t slow down. The tears come freely with no around to see, until he’s out on the sidewalk and violently swipes them away with the back of his hand. He doesn’t pay attention to where he’s walking, only on getting as far away as possible.

Where he ends up shouldn’t come as a surprise to him. It’s muscle memory to come here at this point, a walk so familiar he could do it in his sleep and still manage to avoid all the cracks and uneven parts on the sidewalk on the way.

He stands outside of Shield’s Bar, neon lights coloring his face blue and pink, and he contemplates going in. It’s a Thursday, which means Clint is working the bar until midnight. Natasha will be waiting tables, and Steve will come in to replace her at ten.

All Bucky’s friends. He won’t get any of them in the breakup.

Steve will be the first to turn his back on him with his unwavering loyalty to his best friend. Clint will follow next because he hates tension and it’s the easier side to take. Natasha will be last, and she’ll claim that she loves them both and choosing sides is childish and ridiculous. But she’ll go, too, eventually. When none of her other friends will be in the same room as him, and all of their usual hangout spots become off limits. It’ll grow awkward and uncomfortable until promises to meet up turn into vague excuses and texts spaced months apart.

But where does he have to go if it isn’t here?

Rhodey’s on base in California, and Pepper moved back to New York the second her business degree was done. Staying in Boston was never the plan, not until Bucky and his found family welcomed him into their lives and made it feel like home. Where is there to go if home isn’t an option anymore?

He stands there long enough that people start to whisper as they pass by. They must think he’s lost his mind, staring blankly at a brick wall and hardly blinking, but he doesn’t hear what they say. Doesn’t hear anything but his own thoughts running in circles, going from anger to regret to shame and back again.

He wonders if Bucky’s right. If he truly is the reason it never works out. He knows he’s too insecure and emotionally unavailable. He demands too much and gives too little in return and doesn’t know how to communicate.

He used to watch his parents fight, orbiting around each other with avoidance and unspoken words until the dams broke and silence turned to screams, and he would swear that he would be better. If he was lucky enough to be in love with someone and have them love him in return, he would understand just how rare and beautiful that is and never take it for granted.

Easier said than done. Harder to face the fact that sometimes his words sound exactly like his father’s once did and sometimes he feels like his mother when he quietly lets himself be walked on and overlooked. The worst of both of them is tangled up inside of him, and it always kills whatever he touches.

Natasha finds him there eventually. She opens the door roughly, with intention that falters momentarily before she asks, “Do you plan on coming in at some point or are you staying out here all night?”

“I should probably go,” he says, quietly enough that it’s nearly lost to the wind.

Natasha watches him for a long moment, then steps out of the doorway to take his hand. She leads him over to an empty booth and slides into the opposite side.

“Aren’t you supposed to be working?”

She shrugs, “Steve will be here in a few minutes. No one’s going to die if they have to wait for their beer.”

Silence stretches on, and he stares down at his hands on the table. It’s warmer inside the bar, and he doesn’t realize that the cold has turned his fingers numb until they begin to unthaw.

“People coming in here were talking about some guy loitering outside. Some were saying he looked sad, some said lost. A few less optimistic people voted for strung out on drugs, but I think it’s safe to rule that one out now. Same with lost, seeing as you’ve been here a thousand times. That leaves sad, which means you had a fight with Bucky, and you didn’t come in, which means you think it’s your fault. Am I right so far?”

Tony nods, hanging his head low, and she continues to ask, “Do you want to talk about it or drink about it?”

“We broke up,” Tony mumbles. “I did it.”

She takes a long breath, and her hand is warm when it slips back into his. “Are you planning on fixing it?”

“Not sure it’s fixable. I said some things, he said some things. Can’t really take any of it back now.”

“People say things they don’t mean all the time. Doesn’t make it unforgivable.”

He shrugs like his heart isn’t broken. “Maybe it’s better off this way.”

Natasha sighs, “Tony.”

“What?”

“Go home.”

“Pretty sure I don’t have one of those anymore.”

“Of course you do,” she says softly. “I promise you that he wants you to come back.”

Tony shakes his head. “You weren’t there, Nat. You don’t know what happened.”

“I don’t have to know what happened to know that he wants you to come home. If he feels even half as terrible as you look, he wants you. Just because you broke up doesn’t mean it’s over. It’s only over if you don’t go back.”

Tony bites his lip to keep it from quivering, and he asks, “What if you’re wrong? What if he doesn’t want to see me?”

“Well, it can’t exactly make things worse, can it?”

He huffs a humorless laugh, “I guess not.”

Natasha slides out of the booth, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Go home before he comes out looking for you, and text me in the morning to tell me I was right.”

She walks away, greeting Steve as he comes in, and Tony lingers there for another minute before getting up. He waves to them both on his way out and tries not to think about what she’ll tell Steve about his reason for being there.

The walk back to his and Bucky’s apartment seems quicker than the walk away from it, and Tony resents it for not giving him more time.

He takes the stairs again and hesitates outside the door, what ifs overwhelming his mind. What if he walks in and all of his things are packed up for him? What if Bucky isn’t even there or all of his belongings are gone instead? What if he can’t fix it and this is where it really ends? He doesn’t know if he could recover from that.

Turning the key in the lock, he opens the door slowly and holds his breath in trepidation.

Nothing looks different. No packed boxes, no smashed picture frames, no sign that anything ever went wrong.

Bucky is on the couch, curled into the corner with his legs held tight to his chest, and he doesn’t seem to notice that he isn’t alone anymore. It’s painfully quiet, and the single light that was on before isn’t enough now that it's grown darker outside, but he hasn’t turned any others on.

“I’m sorry,” Tony says into the silence. It’s as good a place as any to start. “You didn't deserve that. Any of it. The whole stupid thing. You deserve so much better. I should be better at this, but I’ve done a real shit job of it lately, I think. Maybe not even lately. Maybe I’ve been a terrible boyfriend the whole time, and in that case you should probably tell me to go and not come back, but I’d like to think there were at least moments where I was sort of okay, and I’d like to try to be more than just okay if you’ll let me.”

Bucky stares at him, lips parted and red-rimmed eyes unblinking. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Tony freezes, unsure of how to answer that, and Bucky unfolds himself to walk over and stand in front of him.

“You broke up with me,” Bucky says.

“Yes, but I -”

“No,” he interrupts. “You broke up with me.”

Tony frowns in confusion and slowly says again, “Yes.”

“That means I do the grovelling here, because I fucked it up. I beg for the second chance, because I crossed the line so far that you left. And I did it on purpose, too, because I had a shit day so I pushed until you pushed back,” Bucky explains. “And apparently I did such a good job being horrible to you that you think it’s your fault.”

Tony tries to process that, but it’s taking some time to work through. A complete turn around on his thoughts that almost makes him dizzy.

“Why did you have a shit day? What happened?”

“Is that really what you’re focusing on in all of that?” Bucky shakes his head in disbelief and runs a hand through his hair. “God, it’s you that deserves better. That’s what I’m telling you here. You were right to leave, and I should be the one telling you I’m sorry.”

“You had a bad day and took it out on me. How many times have I done the same to you? You never once left.”

“Doesn’t make it right.”

“No,” Tony agrees. He reaches for one of Bucky’s hands, because he needs the contact and has a feeling that Bucky does too. “But it doesn’t mean it’s not worth working on. I meant what I said about wanting to be better for you.”

Bucky nods, looking down at their joined hands. “I want to be better for you, too. How do we do that?”

“A lot of talking about our feelings, probably.”

Bucky pulls a face. “God, that sounds terrible.”

Tony laughs, taking his other hand to pull him in closer, “Yeah, it does, but we’ll get better at it eventually.”

“Can we start tomorrow?” Bucky asks. He leans down to rest his forehead against Tony’s. “I’d really like to just hold you tonight.”

“Yeah, baby,” Tony murmurs. “Hold me tonight. It’ll be better in the morning.”

[kyber-crystal]

pop the question || s.r.

summary: steve goes to his old love to ask her for advice on making the most important decision of his life. 

words: ~2.5k

warnings: really nothing, just fluff and cheesy steve as always :)

a/n: this was an old oneshot and it’s poorly written i’m so sorry. post civil war au where everyone is happy and peggy is still alive hehehehe let’s keep in mind this is unedited so there’s a lot of errors. 

Upon hearing that your boyfriend was going to go visit Peggy, you immediately jumped at the opportunity and begged him to let you tag along. Hearing countless stories about the fearless woman who helped found the very organization that you had been a part of for so long made you want to see her in person. So after several days of convincing, he finally caved in and allowed you to come with him.

The room she was staying in was brightly lit and minimalistic, mostly uncluttered with the only thing on the wall being a framed black-and-white photo of her back in the 40's. A grey-haired woman lay peacefully in the middle of the bed and as you took a step forward, she stirred slightly and for a moment you were afraid you'd woken her up in the middle of her sleep.

Her eyes opened and a bright smile lit up her face, softening immediately upon seeing the two of you side by side. "Oh, do come in...And who is this beautiful lady you've brought along with you, Steve?"

"I'm Y/N. Former SHIELD agent, currently an Avenger," you explained as you made your way over to her. She reached out and gave your hand a quick squeeze, returning your warm smile. "It's so nice to finally meet you. I've heard so much about you."

"And I've heard plenty about you as well," she replied kindly, "You're even lovelier in person."

You laughed nervously and rubbed the back of your neck. "I don't think so."

"I've always wanted to get to know the woman he's fallen so hopelessly in love with."

"Peggy..." Steve felt his cheeks heat up at her statement. "stop, you're embarrassing me—"

"I can tell why he chose you," Peggy smiled, "He's a good man...I know he loves you more than anything."

"Actually, I beg to differ, he loves Bucky more than me," you raised an eyebrow in suspicion at the super-soldier. "He wouldn't pay attention to me after he got roped into an Uno deathmatch last night."

"Classic Rogers," she laughed, shaking her head in disbelief as he pulled up a chair to sit next to you, by her bedside, "a true child at heart. I see you haven't changed much over the years."

Steve took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers together and soothingly rubbing circles across your palm with his thumb. Peggy noticed the softened look in his eyes when he glanced over at you and you felt your face grow warm.

"So how long have you been together for?"

"Almost two years," Steve replied, with a light pink shade tinting his cheeks. "Our second anniversary will be on..."

"May 20th. Two weeks from now," you finished his sentence.

"That's wonderful," Peggy laughed again, "I wish you two the best in your relationship."

"You're too kind," you thanked her, "I've been a huge fan of yours for so long."

"And I, you. He always talks about you every time he visits. He never shuts up about you, so I was dying to meet you from the moment he first mentioned your name."

"What did he say?" you looked over at your boyfriend to see that he was now flushing a bright tomato red, much to both yours and her amusement. "It was all good things, I assume?"

"Of course. He tells me he's never been this happy in his life until he met you...I honestly couldn’t be more proud."

"Aww, Steve," you nudged him in the side as he grew an even deeper shade of red, "you're so sweet."

"He is a hopeless romantic," she added on. "Captain America is great with the ladies."

"Peggy!" Steve exclaimed.

"Aw, you're making him blush," you giggled.

"He is the easily flustered type, if I'm being completely honest with myself here, though one might not see that right away when they first meet him," she agreed, but then her face fell. "Y/N, would you be a dear and get me a glass of water and some yogurt from the cafeteria? You just have to head straight down the hall, then turn right. You'll know it when you see it."

"Yeah, of course," you nodded as you stood up. "Just a minute."

Once you were out of earshot, Peggy gestured for Steve to come closer so he could hear her speak better.

"I'm glad you found a woman like her to stick by your side," she said quietly, "All these years, I waited for you, and I was completely, utterly heartbroken at the idea of not being with you ever again. But after hearing you talk about her frequently and seeing your face light up every time her name was mentioned...I didn't want to take that away from you. You're still that good man with heart from Brooklyn I met so long ago, Steve, and I hope you'll continue to treat her well. She’s a real keeper. Promise me you'll keep her close."

"I will," he promised, reaching over to gently squeeze her hand. "I love her more than anything, and there's nothing I wouldn't do to make her happy."

"Good," she nodded with a smile, "you make the perfect pair with her."

After you returned with Peggy's yogurt and water, you stayed for about an hour and a half longer before a buzzing sound from your phone indicated a new text message.

Natasha: Hey, love. I'm in the parking lot right now, where do you want to go for lunch? I kicked Bucky out before he dragged us to shawarma for the third time this week, so it's your pick today. Thank me later.

You: I'll be out in a sec. Meet you outside.

Natasha: See you in a bit.

You looked back up at Peggy after sliding your phone in your purse, giving her an apologetic look. "I'm afraid I have to go now. I have a lunch date. Natasha doesn't like to be kept waiting, especially when there's food on the line."

"It's okay," she reassured you as you stood up and shook her hand again. "It was absolutely wonderful meeting you. I hope you can come and visit again soon."

"Of course."

After exchanging one last round of goodbyes with her and Steve, you slung your purse over your shoulder and pushed the doors open to head outside, where Natasha was awaiting you in Tony's Audi.

"Hey, girlfriend," Natasha sent you a flirty wink and wave. "Get in."

You slid into the passenger's seat, buckling on your seatbelt as she stepped on the gas pedal. "Hey."

"So, how'd it go?"

"It was pretty nice. She seemed to ship it pretty eagerly," you chuckled. "Oh, also, Thai food."

"Got it." She typed in the directions to the restaurant into the GPS. "That's cute, having another person who's an avid shipper of Y/N x Steve. You guys have any plans for your anniversary?"

You shook your head, "I have no idea. Usually, it's him who makes the move and goes all out for the night, but I'm not sure what either of us have in mind this year."

Oh, he definitely had something in mind.

There was a burning question sitting in the back of his head and had been doing so for as long as he could remember. Right as he was prepared to leave half an hour later, he decided to ask Peggy and get it off his chest.

"Could I ask you something important?"

"Of course."

"I, uh..." he fiddled with his thumbs nervously for a few seconds before reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out a tiny, cubic box encasing a gorgeous diamond ring inside. "Because our anniversary is coming up soon...I wanted to pop the question. How should I do it?"

"Oh, that's wonderful!" Peggy clasped her hands together excitedly. "Well...I'd suggest you go over-the-top for this occasion, it's a big, life-changing moment so why not? Don't be afraid to go all out, be romantic."

"What should I do, then?"

"Hmm. What are some things she enjoys?"

"Laser tag, crushing her opponents and beating them to a pulp in fights, Tom Cruise, Italian food, and Taylor Swift. She’s a popular pop singer these days."

"Ah, I see," she laughed, "She's a woman who enjoys variety."

"Exactly."

"A nice candlelit dinner would help set the mood very well, but if you're not wanting to pop the question in front of a crowd, you could always set that dinner up at home. Are any of you good cooks?"

"Bruce makes good pasta, and Vision's the baker of the compound."

"Back when my husband and I were still dating, he'd always surprise me with nice little fancy dinners at home. I believe that is the way to a girl's heart; sometimes you do not need to be extravagant to win her over. And you said she likes Taylor Swift, yes?”

“Yeah...”

“Take her to a concert! I heard from my niece that she’s in town right around the time of your anniversary...so you’re in luck. Get tickets, and take her there.”

"Thank you so much, Peggy. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Anytime, Steve."

...

"So," Natasha spoke up as you were on your way back to the compound after lunch, "it's been two years since you finally got off your asses and admitted you were in love with each other, how do you feel?"

"I honestly don't know," you shrugged, "but I guess I have you to thank, right?"

"Damn right you do," she smirked, "I've been rooting for you two since we were called in to take down SHIELD, and I started suspecting things during the Battle of New York."

"That was three years ago! And New York was five!"

"I know!"

You let out a long sigh, a wistful look appearing on your face. "I wish Mom and Dad were here to see where I am right now. You know, they always pushed me to get back into the dating game once I got over my nasty breakup in college...before I got my level 8 SHIELD promotion."

"Didn't they always tell you that they wished you'd date Cap?"

"They did, actually," you chuckled, "and here I am now. Their dream has become my reality."

"I always loved your mom. Remember when we were having dinner at their house? She snuck me extra cookies under the table. Being your best friend for over six years has its perks, you know."

"And she'd fangirl over Thor."

"Ho, boy. Yup," she shook her head as she thought back to that chaotic family dinner.

Two weeks went by in a flash, and before you knew it, it was the day of yours and Steve's anniversary. Strangely enough you'd been prevented from seeing him all day, with the team making extra efforts to keep you separated.

After a fancy home-cooked dinner, you found yourselves curled up together on the couch as you absentmindedly watched Tangled - one of your favorite Disney movies of all time. Your head was resting on Steve’s broad shoulder as he traced patterns on your arm, feeling his breath gently  fanning over your head. 

But partway through the movie, you noticed he seemed to be fidgeting a bit as well, glancing between you and his pockets frequently.

"Hey," you placed a gentle hand on top of his, still staring ahead, "are you okay?"

"Huh? What? Yeah, I'm fine," he blinked a couple times before snapping out of his daze.

"Okay..."

Several more minutes passed in silence before he decided to speak up again. “...If I recall, you’re into Taylor Swift.”

“Oh yeah! Why do you ask?”

“An insider told me she’s going to be in Brooklyn this weekend for a throwback tour. I managed to snag last-minute tickets for the two of us...what do you say?”

“YES,” you practically squealed, jumping out of your seat and throwing your arms around him. “You’re the best! I love you.”

“I know, darling, I love you too,” he laughed, one hand rubbing your back as the other was absentmindedly fiddling with the box in his pocket. You blew it, Rogers...

...

You were nearly bombarded by paparazzi as soon as you stepped out of your Audi with Steve by your side, reporters flooding your path. The guards at the main entrance were quick to notice, however, and led you aside so you could enter through a different route. 

“This feels so surreal,” your voice echoed across the walls as you made your way down the hall hand-in-hand. “I’ve been dreaming about this moment ever since I was a kid.”

“I’m glad I was able to make that dream come to life.”

“This is why you’re the best person ever.”

“Not because I always have your back during missions?” he raised a brow.

“That too, but also because of the fact that you got me tickets to the concert of one of my favorite artists ever.”

He chuckled. “I get that.”

You ended up standing right in front of the stage - so you had not only a close-up view, but could hear everything beyond fantastically. As Taylor came out on stage and began to sing, Steve couldn’t help the look of adoration that crossed over his features at the sight of your brightened eyes and glowing complexion. You truly looked like an angel - and he knew for sure in that very moment, you were the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. 

His train of thought was interrupted at one point by you grabbing his hand and squealing excitedly. “My favorite!”

Steve recognized the familiar, soothing tune as Love Story. He recalled you and Natasha drunkenly dancing around on karaoke night to this very tune - heads thrown back in laughter as you exaggerated your movements, making everyone laugh. You’d explained that the reason why you were so attached was because listening to it made you long for a happy ever after - a perfect future. A girl could dream. 

Romeo, save me, I've been feeling so alone I keep waiting for you, but you never come Is this in my head? I don't know what to think He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring And said, 

You were too busy jumping around and singing your heart out to notice the spotlight was now shining down on you, and it was only when the crowd started shrieking in excitement that you turned around to see-

Steve was down on one knee, holding up a tiny velvet box with a beautiful diamond ring nestled in the very center. Taylor was grinning down at you two as she continued to sing, the audience chanting for you to say something.

"Marry me, Juliet You'll never have to be alone I love you and that's all I really know I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"

“Yes! Yes,” you nodded, choking on a happy sob as you put a hand over your mouth, letting him slide the ring on your finger. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

He stood back up and wound his arms around your waist, pulling you in for a passionate kiss to your lips. 

Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh 'Cause we were both young when I first saw you

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[stevesnailbat]

until it’s gone | steve harrington

summary: They say love is blind, but they never tell you that it’ll take you away from the ones who truly have always loved you the most.

warnings: some mentions of mental/physical abuse, angst

word count: 1.8K

a/n: this is a very self-indulgent fic, so i’m sorry if you don’t enjoy it. i wrote this for myself and any other victims of abusive relationships, really. if you don't want to read, please skip; writing this was a really therapeutic experience for me, i’m still dealing with what happened to me over four years ago and this is only the half of it. I want to share my experiences for those who don't have a voice. if anyone has experienced anything like me or anything along these lines, know that I'm always here to talk and listen! the gif is not mine, credit goes to @ehzio

She didn’t know what she was missing until it was gone. She never would have believed that she’d want Steve back, not after everything they’d gone through. It took months and a horrid relationship for her to realize what she’d lost.

It’s a tough concept, true love. It’s something that most people can't fully grasp until it’s slipped through their fingers a few times. It’s something that most people think they have, but don’t actually understand. It’s something that’s hard to come by. Steve knew that what he had with Y/N was true love, he knew that what they had was something that he’d never forget. He never expected for it to end up the way that it did, in shambles with pieces of their broken hearts shattered within the other. No matter how hard they tried, there was always something that would bring them back to each other, those shards of love would always be there when the other could’t physically hold them.

Neither of them would never dare to fully explain what led to the breakup. Steve’s friends would always praise him for what happened, Y/N’s would give her an incredulous look of sympathy whenever they’d talk about it. All they could say, really, was that another pair of lips against both of theirs should never have been their solution; especially when there wasn’t a true problem in the first place.

Moving on is never easy, but moving on from someone who never really leaves is even harder. Seeing Steve every day was a struggle, especially knowing that she wasn’t his anymore. There wasn’t anything either of them could do about it, though. What they had seemed to be gone, the love was buried beneath months of trauma and terror. She tried, and tried, and tried to move on without anyone’s help, until she finally met someone new.

Justin Wilkerson, he seemed like the perfect boy. He was protective, caring, and was always there when she needed him. She saw him through rose-colored glasses, she thought he was everything she had ever dreamed of. Her parents were suspicious, though. They never trusted what they had, but they would never bring it up; it seemed they were only glad that Steve was out of the picture. Y/N was head over heels for Justin, but she fell a little too quickly.

Falling for him a little too quickly was what caused her downfall. The ‘I love you’s flowed from their lips too soon and too often when they got together. Everything was a little too good, and went sour quickly. Sweet words of adoration turned to harsh words of manipulation.

A slip of the spiteful tongue was okay, right? A sharp glance and snide comment was okay, right? A need to control the relationship was okay, right? A slip of the strong fingers against the throat, a slip of a fucking belt against the ass, a slip of the rough hand in the hair was okay, right? A feeling of loneliness in a relationship was normal, right?

Right?

No. She knew it wasn’t normal, she knew it wasn’t okay. But, she couldn’t leave. Justin needed her, or so he told her. She was his lifeline, until she wasn’t. She was what kept him afloat, when he needed it. Only when he needed it, only when he was the one in need. It was like she was disposable, like she was nothing more than someone to feel up for a little bit and call his. Day by day, it all got worse. She never knew what was going to happen when they were together. One minute, he’d tell her that she was all he needed, that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. The next, he’d tell her that she was worthless, that she was nothing to him, that she was just some type of experiment to him. It was normal for him to be angry with her sometimes. Sometimes it really was her fault, right?

Right?

No. Three months. It took three goddamn months for her to figure that out. When it caught up with her, it hit hard. She realized that not being allowed to go anywhere without permission from him while he was out was not okay. She realized that the goddamn belt, the goddamn hand that he’d come down with, the goddamn fingers on her throat were not okay. It was time to move on, if he’d let her.

Moving on wasn’t without a fight, that’s for sure. Justin guilted her into loving him for much longer than she’d expected. He’d told her that she was nothing without him, and she believed it for a while. After breaking up, he was still relentless. She had to resort to threats of ruined reputations and harsh words to get him to back off, but he finally did.

She thought she was free from love and lust, free from heartbreak and heartache, but she was wrong. Something felt off, like there was something missing. The hole in her chest was hungry, never satiated with her own efforts to be happy. The effort was never enough, until she realized what she’d lost.

It was at a stupid basketball game when she realized what she was missing: Steve. A flash of brown locks and that charming smile rushed through her mind on repeat when she saw him on the court. Her friends forced her to go, they made her get out for a while to get her mind off of everything. It didn’t get her mind off of anything, really. Realization took over for the sadness within her, and she finally realized what she had to do.

Steve had never moved on, he still loved her and would until he died. It hurt to see her struggle for so long, but those rose-colored glasses hid her from the truly terrible side of Justin until it was too late. There was nothing he could do about it until she realized it on her own. He thought she’d hated him all the while, he though she’d given up their love long ago.

Neither of them ever let go throughout their time apart. Something pulled them towards each other and eventually back together at that damn basketball game. She would give him long glances in the hallway, smile at him every once in a while. He was slightly confused, but he didn’t want to fuck it up this time, so he stayed silent without questioning. Steve ran through her mind for the rest of the week, until she finally got the courage to talk to him. It was a late night phone call, a short confessional at most. But, it was enough to make them both realize the love they’d missed out on.

“Y’know, I miss this.” Steve remarked over the phone, glancing at the clock to note the time at 3 a.m.

“Me too, Steve.” she said with a yawn, curling the phone cord in her fingers.

“I missed that tired whisper, that one right there.” he chuckled, making her giggle tiredly. “Soon enough you’ll be snoring like you used to.”

“Better watch it, Harrington. You’re on thin ice.” she teased, feeling satisfied with the conversation and where their relationship seemed to be going.

After the next week’s basketball game, things seemed hopeful. Steve invited her to celebrate the teams’ win with the rest of the boys, she obliged. She couldn’t keep her eyes off of him throughout the night, a feeling of happiness was spreading through her every time they locked eyes. Neither of them wanted the night to end once the time came to leave. Luckily, the unpredictable Indiana weather gave them a torrential downpour to keep them together for a while longer.

“I should probably pull over, I can’t see anything.” Steve said, squinting as he tried to continue driving.

“Pulling over sounds like a better idea than trying to drive. I’d rather get home a little past curfew than get in a crash.” she joked, flashing a nervous smile in his direction. 

Steve’s heart felt like it was aching in the middle of his chest as he pulled the car to a park on the side of the road, his nerves were getting the best of him. Y/N couldn’t help but stare at Steve as he watched the rain pour against the windshield when he pulled the car to a stop. There was something about the moment that brought upon an unspoken revelation in both of them; their love was still there, it was even stronger than before.

“Y’know, I miss this.” she said, mimicking what he’d said to her on the phone.

“I missed this too. We don’t have to miss it anymore.” Steve said softly, a twinge of desperation in his voice.

“I know.” she replied hesitantly while her eyes fell to their hands, which were mere centimeters apart. “I know we don’t.”

A breath hitched in her throat when Steve moved all at once, she cowered away a little. He looked down at her with a pained frown, knowing exactly why she’d flinched. Steve wasn’t Justin, though. The calm yet hurt look on his face told her that he was nothing like Justin, and that he’d changed for the better. He wasn’t the same foolish boy that he was when they broke up. She could trust him, she told herself.

“I—I don’t know if you’ll ever trust me like you did before. But, I won’t hurt you again.” he assured her, keeping a safe distance for a moment. “Is this okay?”

His hand was hovering over hers, warmth radiating from his palm as if to tell her that she was safe. In the silent moment, only the sound of their breathing and the rain on the BMW’s roof were to be heard. She nodded slowly, finally daring to look back into his eyes. Steve gave her a weak smile and rested his hand on top of hers, feeling okay with starting everything over. He was coming to terms with the fact that they were new people, that it was a brand new relationship. She was coming to terms with love once more, but she felt like he didn’t believe she wanted him. Justin’s words replayed in her mind, telling her that nobody could want her unless she was under them.

The kiss she gave Steve was bruising and heated, like she’d been waiting to do it forever. But, it was a little too rash for him to enjoy it like he should. He could tell she felt like she owed it to him, like he’d leave if he didn’t give her something. He was satisfied with just being with her, that was all he cared about. The look on her face when he pulled away from the kiss was heartbreaking; she felt like he didn’t want her, like he was already bored with her.

“I don’t know what you’re so scared about, but I’m no Justin Wilkerson, Y/N. I don’t need you to prove yourself.” he assured her. “I’ll be alright, okay? I just want you to be happy. I don't want you doing anything that would hurt you.”

“I just want to be happy.” she repeated, smiling timidly at him with a small nod. “And I will be happier with you.”

tags: @sourapplebaby @jxnehxpper @harringtown @charmed-asylum @queenofthehairharrington @lemonypink @a-magey @igotmadskills @daddystevee @heart-eye-harrington

[et-lesailes]

one touch

pairing: steve rogers x reader

word count: 1700

prompt: “Hello! Can you pretty please write a one shot with Steve rogers where the reader has an issue with human contact (nothing specific has happened) & is touch deprived & Steve is very understanding and soft with her until she trust him & eventually falls asleep on the couch on him and theres a lot of fluff &soft kisses?? Thank you so much!!!”

themes: fluff, romance, mentions of anxiety

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note: requested by anonymous // was way too tired n lazy to make a proper graphic so accept this pls. now that i’m actually back into using photoshop tho imma start trying to create (very average) graphics for all of my stories lmao.

While being on the run with Captain America seemed like it would be intense and full of drama and surprises, it was a fairly isolated and sometimes even melancholy experience. Ever since Steve’s fight with Tony leading to the breakup of the Avengers, you had dutifully sided with Steve on his nomadic journey. You had started out as his right-hand, and that was how your story would end, whenever that day may be. 

Based on all of this, it would make sense to have 100% trust in him. He was your captain and you practically followed him into the jaws of death when it came to your missions and battles. You could trust that he would never leave you behind and that he would always have a plan. But this trust was apparently only on the battlefield. When Steve had tried to kiss you in the tiny, remote apartment the two of you now shared in the middle of nowhere, you immediately flinched. You felt even worse seeing the guilt upon his features, as if he had done something wrong. No, this was all on you and your terribly aloof nature, the side of you that held you back from maintaining close, personal relationships with anyone else.

It was only a matter of time before this happened. Even during the Avengers days, you and Steve had been inseparable. Everyone on the team had predicted the two of you would end up together, they had even made bets on it. Yet still, the two of you had not even shared one hug. He probably had not thought much of it. Why would he? He probably thought you were a normal human being who wouldn’t have such issues with physical touch, you thought bitterly.

“I’m so sorry,” he had apologized the second you stepped back, looking disappointed and ashamed at the same time. “I just-- I thought… that maybe we…”

“N-no, it’s not that.” You quickly cut him off, shaking your head. You knew what he was going to say, and he was right. You had felt something between the two of you for a while now, but it had escalated during the time you shared together alone, living together and doing what you could to help the people around you. “I just… I need time. I’m sorry.” He had nodded his head immediately, taking a step back himself. “Of course. I don’t want to rush this at all, Y/N. I know how I feel for you and it makes me happy in itself that something could happen between us one day. So take as much time as you need. Okay?”

As usual, he had been his perfect, gentlemanly self ever since. He was patient. If he sensed discomfort even from the mere proximity between your bodies on the couch, he scooted aside. When he saw your body stiffen upon a stranger placing his hand on your back to get by you in a crowded street, he walked close to you to make sure no one else came near you, while maintaining an appropriate distance himself. Somehow, without you even having to say anything, he understood that it was difficult for you to act upon the urge of physical touch, or to even receive it. 

And yet you definitely felt those urges, despite your anxiety about it. You couldn’t even count the nights you had dreaming about curling up close to Steve’s side, or even thinking of small actions like him squeezing your hand tight as a gesture of comfort or casually placing an arm around your shoulders while watching a movie. When his fingers brushed against your own on accident when he took your empty glass to place in the sink, you felt electricity. You were starting to become more and more frustrated with yourself. If you wanted it so bad, why wasn’t your mind letting you go through with it? You could envision a perfect fantasy of the two of you sharing a passionate, romantic kiss, and yet when he had tried to make that fantasy come to life you had acted as though he were trying to poison you. 

It took time, but it got better. Soon, you were scooting closer to him on the couch, experimenting with the mere feeling of your thighs touching his. It seemed insignificant, but for you, it was a big step. From there, letting him hold your hand for a few moments every now and then. Whether it be while watching something on TV, while the two of you were reading, or even while he was driving. His touches were becoming almost addictive despite how fleeting they were. You loved how large his hands were in comparison to your own and you wished you had the courage to reach out for them yourself. Instead of having anxiety about him touching you at all, you were anxious waiting for him to touch you; you were starting to crave it and yet you could not find the strength to tell him that. 

Then came one day he wanted to watch a movie with you. You gladly obliged, heart racing like a schoolgirl with a crush when he sat down close to you, one hand holding a freshly hot microwavable bag of popcorn and the other managing to hold two cans of Coke. Your eyes may have been on the screen, but you weren’t watching. No, all you could think about was Steve sitting inches away from you, how secure you would feel under one of those bulging, muscular arms, the warmth of his lips against yours….

‘For God’s sake, Y/N, you could make a move. He’s made it clear that he likes you, he wouldn’t reject you.’ However, it wasn’t rejection you were afraid of. It was that damn anxiety that came with physical contact, and yet your body wanted to keep reminding you how deprived you were of it. What was up with that? You tried to push all of your thoughts away, doing your best to actually watch the movie; you felt bad seeing Steve so invested while you were here driving yourself crazy. 

And then you ended up falling asleep, which was arguably worse. 

However, when you woke up, you were shocked to find your head laying on Steve’s shoulder, his arm wrapped around you and his fingers grazing across your back. Upon carefully tilting your head up, you saw that his own eyes were closed, his blond head tilted towards you in as much of a resting position as he could get in. Your eyes flickered to the black screen, wondering how long the movie had been finished for-- had Steve stayed in this semi uncomfortable position just for you? You looked back up towards him, your heart skipping a beat. Everything about this felt so perfect, so warm… 

He suddenly opened his eyes, blinking before looking down at you. “Oh,” he mumbled as he began to adjust himself, lifting his arm. “I didn’t mean-”

You cut him off, suddenly taking a light hold of his face as you leaned in and kissed him, deciding in one split second to overcome all of your biggest fears. Not even five seconds in and you were already convinced this decision was the best one you had ever made. He was clearly surprised but certainly not complaining; one large hand framed the side of your face as he moved his lips perfectly against yours, turning to face you more properly and pull you closer to his body. 

You pulled back after a few moments but kept your face close to his, looking up into his blue eyes. He searched your own hues, a smile slowly crossing his lips. “I… wasn’t expecting that, but I can’t say I’m not in heaven right now,” he told you in his handsome low voice, and you couldn’t help but giggle. “I don’t want to keep being scared with you,” you whispered, biting your lip as you slowly lifted your hand to experiment playing with his short blond hair. You weren’t used to casual touches like this, but you wanted to be. “I know you’re not the problem. It’s just me and all this weird anxiety, I don’t even know why I feel this way. But… I don’t want to let it win.”

He smiled widely and gently moved in to kiss your cheek. “We can still take it as slow as you’d like, sweetheart. No rush, no pressure. You’re worth waiting for, Y/N, and besides, a relationship shouldn’t be all about the physical stuff. There’s so much more.” You smiled, touched that he seemed to understand so well. You allowed yourself to lean into his body, a little blissful sigh even escaping your lips upon feeling his arm wrap securely around you. You had expected it to feel awkward, but instead it was as if you fit perfectly into his frame, the two of you as comfortable together as ever. He lowered his head to press a kiss to your hair, mumbling, “Thank you for opening yourself up to me, Y/N. That means more than you’ll ever know.” 

You didn’t even need the TV on anymore. You spent the next hour or so cuddling and talking, going into deep conversations about your past and your personal experiences. His arm remained around you, sometimes his other one joining to give you a loving squeeze at random times, his lips occasionally pressing upon your forehead, nose, and lips. It felt so easy, so right-- why had you been so scared before? You hadn’t even noticed that the two of you had started moving your bodies lower and lower until you were fully lying down on the couch together, bodies pressed close and faces inches apart. You couldn’t help but kiss him again, excited with your new ability to take initiative, but appreciative that he remained gentle and loving with his kisses instead of attempting to take it even further. 

It wasn’t long before the two of you eventually drifted off to sleep once again, legs intertwined due to the small space and chests lightly heaving in peaceful breaths. You had a feeling you’d be sleeping with the same peace and content for a while from now on.

[themoonismymuse]

boyfriend || part two

Part one || Part three

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Summary: now that you and Steve are over, someone else steps into the picture...

Word count: 2171

Warnings: cursing, angsttt, sad boi hour starts now :)

Song: boyfriend (with Social House) by Ariana Grande and Social House

A/N: this one is a little longer than part one because i combined part two and three! please enjoy!!

You are laying on Nancy’s bed, playing with her comforter. She invited you to stay over at her house, saying you needed a girls night. After taking a shower to get all the punch off of you, you had taken a spot on her bed to talk. “Why did he do it?” You ask, resisting the urge to cry. You had already done that at least three times since you left the party and didn’t want to do it again.

“Because he’s an idiot. See what happened when I left him? I’m so much better now,” Nancy says while she takes the pins out of her hair.

“But you had Jonathan to run to. I don’t have anyone.”

She looks at you. “You have me!”

You smile painfully. “Yeah, I guess so.”

She gives you a pitiful look and comes over to sit on the bed next to you. “Steve sucks. He can’t keep it in his pants.”

“It just hurts so bad. Why wasn’t I enough?”

Nancy wants so badly to make you feel better. An idea comes to mind, but she knows you’ll shoot it down. “What if we get you a rebound?”

“What? Like some guy for me to fuck and get over Steve?”

“Duh. It can be very helpful sometimes,” she smiles in a devilish way.

You sit up. “And who do you suggest for this endeavour?”

“Our own homegrown Billy Hargrove!” She announces this like he’s a prize you’ve just won on a gameshow.

You raise your eyebrows and laugh. “Are you being serious? Oh, no,” the smile slips from your lips. “You are being serious.”

She nods. “You’re hot, he’s hot. You’re sad, he’s probably sexually frustrated. It’s a perfect match.”

“How is he sexually frustrated? Literally every girl in Hawkins wants to screw him.”

She rolls her eyes like you’re missing the point. “Just trust me on this.”

“I am not having sex with him,” you cross your arms.

“You don’t have to have sex. Just show him off a little bit at school. Get Steve jealous.”

You think about it. “No.”

“Oh come on, Y/N! You need this right now!” She whines.

You lay back on the bed and get situated under the covers. “Still no.”

“Stop pretending to be asleep. I know you’re awake,” she says as you keep your eyes shut tightly.

You pretend to snore, but eventually do fall asleep. Nancy does the same, but her mind is filled with ideas to make you forget about Steve completely.

In the morning on Monday, you rub your eyes to try and take away any of the sleepiness. The sunlight is far too bright for December. Yesterday you had spent the day with Nancy, watching sad romantic comedies and eating until you felt like you were going to combust. Jonathan stopped by around three in the afternoon to pick up his brother, Will, but decided to stay and hang out for a while.

You dread going to school today. Everyone is going to look at you funny and it won’t feel the same without Steve’s arm around your shoulder. You sigh and get up. Your mother doesn’t know about your messy breakup, and you don’t intend to tell her until it’s impossible for her to not know. Hopefully that time will never come. You trudge down the stairs and your mother is sitting at the table, drinking coffee. “Steve called about twenty times yesterday.”

Ah, shit. Now you have to tell her. “What did you say to him?” You ask quietly.

“That you were at Nancy’s. Why?” She gives you a skeptical look. You know that she can see right through you.

You take a deep breath. “I broke up with Steve on Saturday.”

She looks at you sympathetically, but then stands up and briskly walks over to hug you. You burst into tears when she wraps her arms around you. “Let it out, baby. Let it out,” she whispers as she pats your hair down.

“He was kissing another girl,” you say through the tears.

“Shh… you don’t have to have any reason to dump his hair-gelled ass. I never liked him from the beginning, anyways.”

You laugh sadly and pull away. Mom hugs are always the best. “Thanks, Mom.”

She holds your head in her hands and wipes the tears away with her thumb. “Go get cleaned up, baby. You need to show him what he’s missing.”

You decide to walk to school today, the way there not being that long on a good day. Of course, this isn’t a great day, but maybe the fresh air will help clean out your lungs. At least you won’t have to see anyone’s faces on the bus.

As you near closer to the actual school, your pace slows and dread fills your body. This can’t get any worse, can it?

The high school is beside the middle school, so there are a few middle schoolers biking through the high school parking lot. You spot the redheaded girl who was at Nancy’s house when you were there on Sunday. You are able to recognize Mike, Lucas, Will, and Dustin besides Max. There’s another girl who came over to Nancy’s house when you were there, Elle. She is apparently homeschooled and very sheltered.

You walk up the hill to the parking lot and immediately regret coming to school today. The people who are hanging by their cars eye you, especially the girls. They seem triumphant, like they beat you for something you weren’t even competing for. You try to ignore the stares, but that becomes ten times harder once you enter the school. Your eyes find the ground as you walk past people, until you reach your locker. Luckily, you haven’t spotted Steve yet.

Unluckily, someone wrote on your locker in black lipstick: I guess the princess has fallen.

Your eyes widen and you try to scrub it off with the sleeve of your sweater. It won’t budge. “Fuck,” you whisper. At least there aren’t any obscene words. That would be so much worse.

“Need a little help?” A low voice asks from behind you.

You startle and turn quickly, your back hitting the lockers when you notice how close this person is to you. Billy Hargrove. “Not from you,” you snap.

You keep at it, rubbing the words aggressively with your sleeve. After a moment, you notice that he hasn’t left yet. “Can I help you?” You ask.

“No, I’m just enjoying the view.”

You groan and rest your forehead on the locker. “Great pick-up line. Really. Very original.”

“Hey, I heard you and Steve had a pretty horrific breakup at Tammy’s,” you open your locker as he says this, but quickly shut it.

You shut your eyes tightly to stop the memories flooding in. It’s easier to be angry than to show your real sadness. “So?”

“So,” he says, placing his arm on the locker over your shoulder so you can’t really move out of the way. “Can I take you out tonight?”

You roll your eyes and laugh a little. “Did Nancy put you up to this?”

“What?” he asks, looking surprised, but he covers it up quickly.

You narrow your eyes and reach up to move his arm out of the way. “I’m so sorry, but I’m going to have to say no. Must be a shocker since everyone always says yes.” As you walk away, Billy follows you, even though you thought you made it clear that you did not want to have anything to do with him.

“Come on, lighten up a bit,” he slides an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side. 

“Get off,” you push him to the side and readjust your jacket. You flatten your hair and walk briskly away from him, hoping to God that he doesn’t follow you. 

Billy watches you leave, a smile playing at his lips. He always loves a challenge… and you are going to be tricky to win over.

The rest of the day is tense, with people whispering about you, but also the fact that you hadn’t seen Steve all day. Not seeing Steve should’ve been a perk, right? Wrong. You were worrying if he was with some other girl or if he had taken your breakup terribly. Your worries slip from your mind when you see exactly who you don’t want to see in the hallway after last period. Steve Harrington.

With the same girl from the party.

Despite the fact that your heart had already been shattered into a thousand pieces, seeing him with her breaks those shatters into a million jagged pieces. He catches your eye and you see how little emotion is in his eyes. Just days before he seemed so happy. So loving.

Now there was nothing.

You feel the same emotion from the party and this morning when Billy spoke to you; anger. It boils the blood inside of you. He dares to come to school with that girl? You look around quickly for someone who you never thought you’d need until now.

“Hey, princess,” a voice says from behind you.

You turn around and are greeted by the one person you were looking for. You swallow your snappy response to that nickname and give him a forced smile. “Hi,” you say as though this is strictly a business matter. Which it is. Obviously. “So, do you wanna drive me home or not?

***

The ride home is quiet, except for constant questions from Max Mayfield, who is apparently Billy’s step-sister. “Why are you letting my asshole of a brother drive you home?”

“Because he offered,” you say shortly.

“Actually, you sort of offered yourself,” Billy intervenes, but is ignored.

Max rolls her eyes. “That’s so stupid. I’ve seen you around Mike’s house. You’re cool. Billy is not cool.”

You resist the urge to laugh at hurt look on Billy’s face. “I am cool. I am the epitome of cool. No one is cooler than me.”

“Y/N is. And you know it,” Max teases.

Billy scoffs, “Sure.”

You look out the passenger side window, watching the trees fly by you. Billy passes the street leading to your house. He had said that he knew where you lived when you told him your address. “Uh, my house is that way,” you point your thumb backwards.

“I know,” he says, staring at the road ahead of him.

When you reach what you presume to be Billy and Max’s house, Max hops out and says, “‘Bye, Y/N!”

You give her a friendly wave, then turn to look at Billy. “You are going to drop me off at my house and that’s it. No funny business.”

He looks over with an almost bored gaze. “Do you really think I’m going to try anything with your prudish self?”

You bite your tongue, keeping your sarcastic comments to yourself. Tomorrow Billy will have forgotten all about you, so there is really no point in arguing. “I just- I don’t want you to get any ideas.”

He laughs and smiles as he turns the car to go back towards your street. “Oh, trust me. I’m just being nice.”

“For what? Driving me home?”

“Duh. You practically forced me to take you.”

You cross your arms in shock. “I did not. You practically begged me to go with you this morning.”

His absolutely annoying smile hasn’t left him lips. “And I didn’t think people could change their minds so quickly.”

“Whatever,” you say, your lips forming a pout. “Also, how would you know if I’m a prude?”

He laughs. “It’s so obvious. You never do anything more with Harrington than little pecks on the lips. Why else would he cheat on you?”

Your eyes widen. “It’s none of your business what I do or don’t do with my boyfriend.”

“But he’s not your boyfriend anymore.”

Oh, now he’s just being a prick. “Could you stop being a pain in my ass and just drive me home already?”

“I’m trying to, princess. You’re just making it awfully difficult.”

“Don’t call me that.”

He glances over at you. “What? Princess?”

“Yeah. It’s stupid. And I’m not a princess.”

“You sure do act like one,” he mutters under his breath.

You ignore that comment and keep your gaze forward until he pulls up to your house. “Thanks for the ride,” you say lazily, pushing the door open.

“Your whole tactic worked really well, by the way. Steve’s face was priceless,” Billy says before you have the chance to shut your door.

“What?” You lean down to be eye level with him.

Billy smirks and rolls his eyes. “You only wanted a ride to make him jealous, right?”

“No,” you say defensively. “I just didn’t want to walk home in the cold.”

“Whatever you say, princess,” he looks forward again, still smiling annoyingly.

“God, you are such a know-it-all!” You accuse, practically slamming the door.

The window rolls down quickly and Billy says, “So I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning?”

A/N: yo so somehow i pretty much deleted this whole post and i had to add everything back to it again so sorry if there are any changes to anything! 

Part one || Part three

Masterlist

[heavencasteel420]

I was feeling a bit stuck on my main WIPs, so for fun I wrote a couple of lines/paragraphs for each of my other story ideas (the proper ones where I have a general sense of the story's shape, not the shitpost ideas like "Chrissy turns into a car?"). Here are the ones for my Cute/Normal story ideas:

Long

Nancy Wheeler Can't Win (no UD AU, Nancy-centric)

Sometimes, Nancy thought her life would be easier if she were dating Jason Carver instead. Not better, necessarily. She didn't like Jason nearly as much as Steve; he was kind of pompous and, although he technically looked way more like Tom Cruise, she couldn't imagine ever finding him as sexy as she did Steve. She couldn't help but notice, though, that Chrissy Cunningham didn't have to be one person on Saturday night and another on Monday morning.

Life During Wartime (companion to above, centers on Will and Jonathan)

"I can't believe I'll be the last one to get girlfriend," Mike lamented as he and Will biked home from school. It was a perfect September afternoon, neither too hot nor too cold, and the first leaves were turning yellow. "First Lucas and Max, then Dustin and Suzie, now you and Megan. I'm going to die a virgin."

"We could all still die virgins," Will pointed out. "I don't think Lucas and Max are doing it yet, and Megan and I definitely aren't. And we're not even sure if Suzie is real."

Horse Girl (Stoncy, summer 1985)

The thing about being an asshole, Steve thought, as he listlessly scooped butter pecan ice cream for a couple of sixty-something ladies, was that it took a long time to catch up with you. For instance: the thing he'd spray-painted on the theater marquee about Nancy almost two years ago. Sitting on the hood of his car outside the 7-11, he'd resigned himself to her shunning him forever. He'd even gone to apologize to Jonathan first so he could put off seeing the cold disgust on her face. Then, one month later, she'd taken him back, accepting his apology as a matter of course. Maybe that should've been his first clue that something was wrong.

It's All a State of Mind (AU where Hopper-Byers siblings are psychic carnies/confidence artists in the 1930s)

"Heather likes you," El pointed out a few days later, after they'd settled in. They were in the dining tent, digging into some beef stew. "You could get close to her."

"Keep eating and forget what Murray said," Jonathan told her, although he couldn't summon any harshness to back it up. This was the best meal that he or the kids had eaten in months. "Heather puts up with me. She doesn't want to get close to anyone, either."

Heather Holloway was an aerialist, a pert dark-haired girl who'd joined the circus to get away from a home in some ways worse than the one that Lonnie had provided him and Will. She was friendly to Jonathan, but that was probably because he'd shown no interest in getting inside her drawers.

"So you admit it," Will said smugly. "We wouldn't mind if you got married, you know. So long as we liked her.

From the High to the Low to the End of the Show (S1 AU where the teens are in their late twenties)

"Doesn't it piss you off?" Fred asked her. "That he can just waltz in and get a job because he's 'so talented,' when the rest of us had to work hard and do it the right way?" "Eyes on your own paper, Fred," Nancy said, in a chipper tone that she knew would annoy him. She agreed with him, to a point; she never would have been hired at the Hawkins Post if she'd gone to night school instead of IU. At the same time, she'd heard the other guys say that she'd only gotten the job out of pity. Fred wasn't one of them, but she was running on three hours of sleep an half a bagel, so she didn't feel like being nice. "Why would Holloway care about college? Byers has something he wants and he's willing to pay for it."

Medium

Tomorrow May Not Be Your Day (pre-S4 Jancy breakup, probably no Vecna, eventual Jargyle)

"I'm sure you'll work it out," Mom says. She smiles at him anxiously, and he knows what he should do. He should mumble agreement, accept this bit of comfort. Pay her back with white lies of his own: that the distance isn't really a problem, that she didn't kind of screw him over by moving them all across the country. That there's no reason to worry about him, because he's going to figure things out with Nancy and somehow make Emerson happen. "Yeah?" he asks instead. "What if I don't? What if this is it?" It doesn't come out as a plea for reassurance, either. That would be humiliating, maybe even futile, but at least everyone would understand what he was doing. Instead, it comes out as a challenge.

Let the Broken Hearts Stand (companion to above, Nancy's first year at college, eventual Nancy/Carol)

"Look, I was friends with Steve for, like, ten years before he ditched me and Tommy," Carol says, taking a drag off her cigarette, "but he was definitely the bigger asshole in your relationship." Nancy laughs, startled. Carol grins uncertainly, then offers her the cigarette. She accepts. "Like, whatever, you're a totally embarrassing drunk, and you didn't have the balls to dump him until you were sure you had Byers eating out of your pussy, but--" "Jesus Christ, Carol," Nancy said, turning bright red, but Carol waved her off. "Fine. Va-gi-na. Lady garden. Cavern of feminine wonders. Whatever Emily Post says to call it." Carol cackled as Nancy struggled to look disapproving. "My point is, he was also a fucking prick."

How Will You Make It on Your Own? (Stonathan no UD college AU, the context is Jonathan and Samantha have broken up):

Because all the theater freaks were shunning him, Jonathan sat with Barb and Nancy at lunch. "You'll get back together," Barb said glumly. It was unclear whether she was trying to reassure him but was too stressed out about Mathletes to manage a cheerful tone, or if she was predicting an outcome she disapproved of. "You'll ignore her, she'll call and sort of say sorry, and, because she apologized first, you'll fall all over yourself saying that it's all your fault, and that she's right that you should both move to New York City and live in a condemned building and wear garbage bags instead of clothes." Well. That answered his question. "I don't think that's going to happen," he said, contemplating the peanut butter cracker he'd spent the last half hour eating. "It feels different this time."

Oh, I'm Bound to Go (companion to Drive All Night)

Will wasn't sure who figured it out first, him or Mom. When the money first started coming in--so much money, enough for Mom's medicine and Will's new shoes and more food than he could ever remember having--he asked why they couldn't just live with Jonathan in the city. Surely Indianapolis had enough piecework and odd jobs for the two of them. "He's living in a boarding house, sweetheart," she said, keeping her eyes on the chicken she was cleaning instead of his face. "There's no room for us." Maybe she'd known it was a lie all along. But Will understood Jonathan better than anyone, knew how his lies looked and sounded. On paper, he couldn't hear the too-bright home or watch him disappear behind his eyes, but the wrongness came through all the same.

Short

I Know It Breaks Your Heart (Tommy-centric, mostly future fic)

Tommy didn't need anyone to think that he was smart except for Carol, who understood without explanation that he didn't have to act like a nerd or a circus freak to prove that he was clever. It just felt shitty, sometimes, that Steve clearly thought of him as a dumbass. Steve, who had no bullshit meter and maintained a B-minus average with more effort than he liked to admit. It was annoying, but, more than that, it struck Tommy as greedy. Steve was taller, more handsome, more impressive on the court and field. He put people at ease. He could've let Tommy have something.

Raised on Promises (El's life in California, gen)

No matter what Joyce says, and no matter how nice Will and Jonathan are about it, El still feels embarrassed by the toys. Jonathan doesn't play with anything, except sometimes for the hacky sack Argyle gave him; he just listens to tapes and smokes. And maybe that's because he's almost grown up, but Will is her age and he gave away all his D&D stuff to Erica before they moved. He does art now, which isn't playing. Grown-ups do art, too, sometimes even as a job. The girls at school don't play with toys, either. They have fun like she and Max did last summer: dressing up and messing around with makeup and hanging out at the mall. Only the girls here aren't as nice, and Max isn't here to show her how to act her age. So she finds herself building little towns out of blocks and shuffling around a bunch of plastic dolls.

The P is for Perfection (and You Know That We Are Freaks) (Joyce doesn't move the family to California and El becomes a cheerleader)

"I heard she was raised in a cult," Amanda whispered to Chrissy, as the freshman girls lined up. "Chief Hopper knocked up some hippie and only found out when she died a couple years ago. And then he left her with Joyce Byers when he died. Not really an improvement, if you ask me." "Shush," Chrissy said. She was already getting a headache and the yelling hadn't even started. "You don't want the other girls to hear." Amanda muttered that it was common knowledge, but Chrissy tuned her out and studied Jane Hopper. She was on the tall side, with a lean and strong-looking frame. No flyer, but she could be a backspot or a base. She had curly brown hair pulled back in a scrunchy and a pretty, guileless face. She was dressed okay, in a baggy light purple sweatshirt and white leggings, but there was an air of offness about her.

[buckys-old-habits]

Glamorous Shatter (1/2)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Actor AU

Word count: 2.5k

Warning: Mention of Cheating, Angst

Summary: Bucky had it all, being the new star of Hollywood really paid off. But on his way to the top, he neglected the one who always stood at his side. Is he able to save his relationship?

The room was illuminated from the city lights outside, a flash of the busy life outside your expensive apartment. The window is cold under your touch, resonating with the inner turmoil you feel in your heart. 

You are welcoming the sensation, a strange calm flooding you at the thought that the warmth of outside won't flow into your home. It would feel wrong, forced even. You look down onto your phone in your hand and take your palm from the window, tapping the screen and making it light up. You see the many notifications from different apps. 

Pulling down the tab from Instagram, you read the first few words of the messages you got. A glance at them and you know that Bucky posted another picture again, some comments making your heart clench in your chest. 

A quick swipe to the right and the tab is gone, just like the hurtful words directed at you, but never at the man you live with. 

A few more swipes and the tabs are gone, the background picture now glaring at you, seemingly mocking you for your stupidity to hold onto these times it displays. The picture is of you and Bucky, smiling and happy.  You wore a light summer dress and he was clad in sweats and a shirt that clung to his muscles. 

This was before... Before everything changed for him and you. Mostly for him. Before the date that turned his and your life around, the man that walked up to him and asked him if he ever considered making something off his pretty face. Sometimes you wish you could turn back the time, grab your stupid naive self and slap her across the face. 

Keep yourself from pushing Bucky out the door when he didn't want to go to an audition, tell yourself that it's not worth the effort for how it works out in the end. That there is more heartbreak than happy times now. But you can't change time, you supported your boyfriend, stayed by his side from start to now. Now Bucky Barnes is a climbing actor and the heartthrob of many women and even men in Hollywood. 

Shortly after he was found, he got a small role in a movie and from there it all went uphill for your boyfriend. But there can't be luck without misfortune. The career slowly clouded Bucky's mind, he came invested in his fame and you had to take the blunt force of his shift of interest. Where there was a sweet and compassionate boyfriend by your side there is now a flirty, cocky businessman. A man chasing behind his goal of becoming famous and leaving you behind. 

At the start, he didn't care about the galas, premieres, and stuff. If he went, you were by his side, his arm secure around your waist and proudly presenting you to the world. 

Even when his fanbase grew and they started to pick on you, he defended you and told them to back off, that you were the best he ever had. Nowadays... it changed. Parties are on his mind, alcohol in his system and many models and actresses on his side, his arm now securing them to him. At first, you talked it off as him trying to win Hollywood for him, because you were the one he came home to... right? His fanbase grows steadily, the photos with you thinning out, making place for more photos with other women and his friends. The comments growing nastier against you and where you cried at the beginning there was only a numbness inside you now. Even now he was out with his friends, didn't come how since yesterday morning. He probably crashed the night on a couch and drank himself under the table. Lately, he doesn't even apologize or explain anything anymore, he just comes home, showers and falls onto the couch. No words are spoken and when you try to make him explain himself, he snaps at you and you start to fight. It always ends with him stomping out the apartment and he stays away until he seems it fit to come home again. Some part in you still wants to hold onto the idea of your sweet boyfriend being inside him somewhere. The one that brought you pizza and ate messily on the bed, a movie on and his arms around you. But another part knows that's not how it works. He changed, your Bucky vanished and made a place for this machine, a ruthless star focused on his fame. You don't fit the picture anymore. You thought about the possibility of breaking it off with him, a lot, to be honest. But at first, you were scared for his career, what a breakup scandal may hold for him, but after time... you stopped caring. You finally focused on yourself and saw that, no, you are not happy anymore. The constant fights and absence of your boyfriend are not sitting well with you. You are getting sloppy at work because of the lack of sleep, your eyes are mostly glued to your phone and when a new photo on any social media appears that you aren't in, the paparazzi and journalists are swarming your workplace. Sighing you push your hair out of your face and look out the window, searching for anything that could distract you from the hole in your heart and worry in your head. The sudden ringing of your phone startles you and you quickly look down, seeing the face of Steve, one of Bucky's best friends, pop up on the screen. It's not Bucky, but maybe someone who knows where he is. Pressing the answer button you lift the phone to your ear. “Hey, Steve.” “(y/n)”, he is quiet and sounds exhausted, loud cars in the background and you heighten the volume on the phone. “He is drunk, isn't he?”, you sigh and hear Steve scratch his beard, clearly guilty. “It's okay, Stevie. Just tell me if he is coming home tonight.” “He is on his way, I made him take a taxi home. He should be there in a few minutes.” “Thank you”, and you mean it, the worry vanishes slowly and you are glad that Bucky still has friends like Steve. “I would steer clear from social media a few days, though. I couldn't prevent him from picking up women.” You hum in acknowledgment, having already seen the onslaughter of comments earlier and sit down on the couch, eyes focusing on the mess on the table, a mix of cigarettes, papers and take out boxes. You really should clean up sometime soon. “Hey, (y/n)?”, Steve seems to have stepped somewhere inside because the car sounds are muffled now. “Yes.” “I'm sorry...” You stay silent, knowing what he means. He is sorry that he can't talk sense into his best friend, sorry that you have to go through this and sorry that you still love him. “Thank you, Stevie. Goodnight.” “Goodnight.” The call ends and the screen shows the picture again, a time long forgotten and you slowly realize that maybe you will never go back to that. That you are stuck in a daydream and hung on false hopes. Maybe... You should end it now before it escalated more. The door clicked and swung open sometime later, you don't really know how much time passed. You didn't move from your spot on the couch, phone loosely in your hand and eyes glossy, your mind blank. A few stumbling steps tell you that, yes, Bucky was drunk. His keys make a clinking sound when he drops them into the bowl by the door and he huffs while pulling off his shoes and throws them on the floor. You slowly look back at the entrance when you hear him coming towards the living room, his posture is slumped and you are glad that he took the cab. Your eyes meet when he finally looks up, his shoulder leaning on the door and he frowns but shakes his head. No words are exchanged and you look him in the eyes, seeing the hazy film on his normally bright blue eyes. For a short moment you think about just letting his absence for two days slide, but you know that he will just disappear tomorrow morning again and you will not get your answers. You feel a strange calm inside you when you finally ask the question that burned into you for more than 36 hours now. “Where were you?” You see him frown and then he scoffs. “Out.” “For two days? I called and texted you.” Pulling out his phone he throws it on the couch beside you. “It's dead.” You tap the screen and surely, it's not turning on. But that is not a reason to not give you any form of information. “You could have used Steve's.” Now he rolls his eyes and shrugs off his jacket, letting it fall to the floor. “The punk called you...” It's not a question, it's a statement and you frown. “He called because he knew I was worried, Bucky. I was worried sick about you.” “I'm here, so you don't need to.” You shake your head and stand up, slowly getting fed up with his behavior, the nonchalant answers and the rolling of his eyes when you are just caring for him.  

“I just wanted to know you are okay. I wanted to know that you didn't drink yourself silly and land in the hospital.” Bucky ignores you and pulls his shirt off, bare chest slightly sweaty and you catch a glimpse of a dark spot on his neck. With bated breath, you step closer and he watches you, squinting down at you when you touch the mark, the hickey. “Who?” He steps back and around you, flopping on the couch. “Some actress, I don't know the name.” You stand still, frozen in your place and try to process what he told you just now. What he just confessed in such a calm and none caring tone. “How far?” “I didn't sleep with her.” Your chest tightens and you have to fight back the tears in your eyes. It's part of Bucky's job to kiss and play pretend with other women but this was something he didn't have a script for. He cheated on you... “Why?” Bucky groans and throws his head back, clearly annoyed with you. “We were just drinking together and she started to kiss me, nothing else happened. It's no big deal.” Not a big deal? Is he too drunk to understand that he just confessed on having cheated on you? And that all in such a calm voice. Something inside you snaps and you lose all hope that this will work out anymore. You and Bucky are not meant for each other anymore. “You changed.” Bucky slowly turns to you and confusion is written on his face, but he stays silent and you clench your fists. “Do you even understand what you did? First, you suddenly disappear for two days and ignore me and then you let a woman feel you up. I'm your girlfriend, Bucky. But apparently, that doesn't mean anything anymore.” “I'm here, aren't I?”, he asks nonchalant and grabs the opened cigarette package from the table and pulls one of the sticks out, lighting it and sighing softly. You watch him, disbelief at his tone and how he acts. How can he just sit and not look at you? Where is the young man that jumped to make you feel better when you only seemed like you were mad or sad? This man... this Bucky in front of you, blowing out the toxic smoke of the cigarette, behaving like he has no worries in his life... It's not your Bucky, it's not your boyfriend. He is nothing more than a stranger to you. “I see...”, you whisper and Bucky cocks his head back, his blue eyes meeting yours. But they are not holding any warm feelings for you, they grew cold. Just like his touch and his demeanor. “I guess I should have known”, shaking your head you look out the big window, the city lights still glaring at you, promising a bright life out there. “This...”, looking back at the man on the couch, you smile softly, but it hurts and you feel your heart breaking the longer you look at him. “This was never meant to be.” Bucky blinks and for a moment you mean that you see a glimmer of your old Bucky in his eyes, but it's gone and he scoffs. “Are you breaking up with me?”, he asks and stubs out the cigarette, standing up from the couch and facing you, for the first time in weeks. You swallow the lump in your throat and you feel your cheeks heat up from the unshed tears, but you will be strong. “Yes, Bucky. I'm breaking up with you. I'm sick of worrying all the time, the many pictures of girls that aren't me, the cold behavior you show me. I fell in love with the Bucky that didn't care about his clothes and parties, the one that would hold me at night”, you smile softly at the memories and sigh heavily, looking at the man in front of you. “I don't regret falling in love with you, Bucky. And I don't regret helping you to where you are now. I just regret one thing...”, stepping towards him, you reach out and lay your hand on his cheek. “I regret that I had to see you change so drastically. Goodbye, Bucky.” One last stroke of his cheek and you turn away, leaving your things with him, not able to stand the memories that are glued to them all. The heartaches, the fights, the tears and the passion that vanished between all the bottles on the table. You don't look back, the door falling close behind you, cutting you out of the life of the man you once thought you would marry. A few last tears are shed for the man inside the room, stuck so deep in his fame that he didn't realize that he lost the thing that held him together once.

Bucky is starring at the place you last stood, his cheek burning from the gentle touch of your hand, still so loving when he broke your heart.  A notification interrupts the suddenly suffocating silence and numb eyes fall on the phone you left behind. 

A text message from Steve is displayed, but Bucky can't read the words, his vision growing hazy from tears.

The picture glares at him, your lockscreen so bright that he feels like throwing up. You and him... smiling about something he has forgotten a long time ago. The display turns black again and with it his heart plummets into a numbness, making his knees buckle and for the first time in months, he feels alive again. Nails claw at his chest, his heart breaking like a shattering mirror, fast and painful. It hurts and he knows... only you could make it better. But... he lost you, lost the last piece of his past.

[dorky-thor]

Lonely Thoughts Make A Broken Man

There was a lot to be said about the genius, billionaire, (former) playboy, philanthropist, Tony Stark. Those titles in and of themselves lay it out pretty clear the kind of life he leads. Yet there's always more to a person than what their appearance allows you to perceive.

He seemed to have it all. While materialistically, that may be true, one must be reminded that having it all in a materialistic standpoint does not equate to having everything. Tony Stark, for all that he possessed, still did not have it all. For a man of billions who was constantly in the spotlight, Tony lacked real relationships. Sure he had his small inner circle of those he trusted—Pepper, Rhodey, Happy, Peter, and even May Parker—but he had lost a strong bond due to a petty dispute over politics (it was more than politics that caused the fission, but he tried not to think of it).

Tony was haunted by the ghosts of his past, and to say they didn't constantly cross his mind would be a lie. Pepper knew this, Rhodey knew this, hell even Peter knew this. Tony once had it all, but now it felt like he had nothing. His heart had been ripped out and poorly sewn back into place. There were fragments missing. Minuscule as they were, it hurt nonetheless.

Oftentimes Tony would find himself thinking about his once team (once family) in everyday situations. He might find a knife misplaced, and immediately he wants to ask Natasha if she took it. Tony will turn around to go find her, only to be reminded that she was not here—none of them were. Each time hurts more than the last like an open wound being torn further before it can scab over.

Tony often wonders where they are now and worries about their wellbeing. Logically, he feels it only makes the pain worse but old habits die hard. He knows that Clint is on house arrest back on his farm, and Tony is happy that Clint's with his family. There's a hunch he has, mostly fueled by rumors and blurry CCTV footage, that Sam, Natasha, and Steve are constantly on the move together, Wanda sometimes with them. He doesn't doubt that they're being "Avengers" in secret. It hurts caring for them even after their betrayal. And it would be false to say that every once in a blue moon Tony will ponder how Bucky is holding up (he doesn't care, he really doesn't).

If Tony's being honest with himself, it all started after Ultron when Bruce went MIA, the quinjet seemingly disappearing off the face of the Earth. He hopes his friend is safe. For all Tony knows, he could be in some foreign country on the down low doing humanitarian work. Ideas constantly pop up in his head that he wishes to share with Bruce, but Bruce isn't there. He hasn't been there for two years. Tony should be used to it by now, but he doesn't want it to become the new normal so he doesn't let it.

Even Thor will cross Tony's mind. He always does whenever he's off world. They were never particularly close per se, but they were teammates, friends even. Tony was well aware Thor could hold his own, so he didn't worry much about the god's wellbeing, it wasn't necessary. Last that Tony was aware, Thor was searching the cosmos for infinity stones—whatever the hell those are (Tony would soon know, would soon see the destruction they can and will cause).

It's been a little over a year since Thor had last graced Earth from Tony's knowledge. He knew Thor would make brief stops to see Jane, but after news of their breakup got out, Thor hadn't been seen since. It didn't bother Tony that the god never visited, he understood that he was busy with his own life. In Tony's mind, Thor and Bruce were all that were left of the original team even if they haven't been in contact for two years. 

Everything seemed to go to shit so quickly. One moment he's planning his wedding with Pepper, upgrading Peter's suit, and hanging back with Rhodey; the next there's a quick sighting of Thor in New York, a strange anomaly above a cliff in Norway, and a few months down the line there's aliens in Central Park, Thanos, the stones, Tony's world crumbling to ash in his hands. It's far too much, far too fast. He was going to call Steve, but he didn't even have time for that. Now he was stuck on an alien planet with some blue cyborg vowing vengeance upon her father.

There's no quick way to go home. There's no form of communication that can reach Earth. Is Earth even still around? Surly the planet is, but it's people. Are Earth's inhabitants still around? The same people Tony had sworn to protect? The same people—person—that changed to dust right in his grasp?

Tony was so close. The win was right there for him to grab, but it slipped from his reach and shattered into millions of pieces. Now Tony was truly alone. Pepper, Rhodey, and Bruce—who had he just got back—were light years away. For all Tony knew, they could be dust too.

Tony had it all, but over time everything that made up all was violently ripped away from him. No matter what he did with his life, destruction seemed to follow. First, it was his parents, then Obadiah's betrayal, some small upsets, his team being torn in two, and now this, whatever it is you wanted to call it. Thanos. Half of all life ceasing to exist. It was all the same in the end.

Eventually Tony made his way back to Earth, Nebula in tow, and only then did it fully sink what Tony had been mourning these past two years. His team was there, though now half were ash, but they were still there. Steve, Natasha, Bruce, Thor, and Clint (Natasha had assured him of his survival). It was rather poetic that they, the six of them, had created the beginning and persevered through the end. It was an odd way for the universe to patch up a wound, but at least Tony now had something.

Lonely thoughts may make a broken man, but a broken man does not have to be alone. For Tony would trudge to the edge of the universe to procure an unlikely victory feeling alone but never once being confined to solitude itself.

AO3 

I’m currently procrastinating on schoolwork so I thought I’d post this. I wrote it a while back but whatever

[pepperonijem]

IDK Single || Steve Rogers

Masterlist

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: you and Steve have broken up and although you try to hide it, you just don’t know how to be single. {Neighbors!AU; written for @bucky-at-bedtime’s 1.5k writing challenge}

Wordcount: 1.7k

Warnings: drink dranking, also it’s a lil angsty?

A/N: this is based off of the song “IDK Single” by LOOTE. Give it a listen! They have a bunch of good post-breakup songs that are upbeat and make you feel a lil bit better even when you’re single. I stan them. (also shoutout to my girl Upo for beta reading this!!) And a big frick u to writer’s block, this is the first thing I’ve written in a month that I feel proud of

Thump. Thump. Thump. Was it the bassline of the song or was that the blood pounding in your head?  Was that a pair of hands snaking around your waist or was it just the alcohol taking a toll on your liver? Honestly, at this point, was there even a difference? Every sensation was dulled down and reduced to nothing.

The only music you heard was when he was speaking, and the only time you felt electricity was when he was touching you, but he took all of that away with him when he walked out of your life. Unfortunately however, he was still your neighbor, so most of your nights were spent trying to get away from him and getting him out of your thoughts. So here you were, at some random party at a club in SoHo trying to start over with whoever was grinding against you right now -- it definitely wasn’t him. But you wished it was. Deep down, you really did. You tried to swing your hips with the beat and focus on the drunken whispers being spoken into your ear, but it was no use, because it wasn’t his voice. And well, you can’t help it. You don’t know how to be single.

“I guess this is it.” His voice was tired. Tired of shouting, tired of calling out to you, tired of trying. It wasn’t sadness that laced his voice anymore, it wasn’t even anger. Emotion had left him weeks ago. “I guess so.” The voice that escaped your lips was not your own. It was the voice of a broken person, and you were done trying to hide it. “Goodbye, Steve.”

That was the end of almost a year of sleepless nights and spontaneous dates and whispered I love you’s, but unfortunately not the end of your feelings for him. It had been over a month since you last saw Steve. He was a man of routine, and you were thankful for it because it made it so much easier for you to avoid him. You spent your days holed up in your bedroom watching Netflix with your headphones in so that Steve wouldn’t be able to hear you watching The Princess Diaries for the 26th time, and you only left your apartment when you knew he was in his. You often went out to clubs and parties every night in other parts of New York to avoid him and his friends, and only came home after 3 am when you knew Steve was deep asleep. Sometimes, you swear you can hear his faint snoring through the thin wall that separated your bedrooms, and the sound made your heart skip. You would mentally curse yourself, but then stay up for another hour reminiscing and missing the feeling of Steve’s skin on yours.

You thought about that night constantly. His voice still ringing in your head, drowning out the upbeat music that washed over the club. You stepped away from the dance floor, having to pry the guy’s hands off your waist, and headed towards the bar. The lingering thoughts of Steve were a sign that you were not intoxicated enough. You sat down on a stool and flagged down the bartender. “Give me a double of whatever your strongest thing is here,” you asked. The   bartender gave you a concerned look but then slid over a shot glass. You downed it quickly and savored the burn of the alcohol down your throat. You spun around in your stool to look around at the sea of people and all of a sudden you felt trapped. Part of you wanted to fool around, find someone new, but the other part of you just wanted to be alone.

In another club in another part of the city, Steve leaned against the bar counter, sipping on a beer. The alcohol had virtually no effect on him, but he liked the comfort it brought. He looked around, and sighed. “God, it’s crowded,” he said aloud. He turned around, expecting to see your face, but instead saw an empty bar stool. It was the fourth time tonight he’s done that, tried speaking to you but forgetting you were gone. He made eye contact with Bucky who was standing across the room with his arm wrapped around a pretty girl.He looked at Steve with concern in his eyes, but Steve smiled and raised his beer up and Bucky smiled in satisfaction before redirecting his attention. Steve’s smile faltered once out of Bucky’s gaze, but he hoped it was enough for Bucky to think Steve was doing okay. This is the third party Bucky brought him to in the last two weeks, but each one seemed even more draining than the last. He really thought that after two weeks he’d feel better, over you even, but if he was being honest, you had him fuc-- Steve was distracted from his thoughts by a tap on his shoulder.

He turned around quickly to see an almost familiar face. It was almost yours. He pasted a smile on his face once again and smiled at the stranger who was now speaking to him. He had absolutely no idea what they were saying, as all Steve could think about was if their nose was just a little bit smaller, or their eyes just a little bit brighter, he would be looking at you. Steve nodded in response, just to be polite, and was honestly surprised when all of a sudden there was a napkin with a phone number stuffed into his hand. The stranger was gone again and Steve looked down at the number. He shoved it into his pocket, but he knew he wasn’t going to be calling any time soon. He almost felt guilty about it, but he knew it wouldn’t lead anywhere and he didn’t want to waste anyone’s time. He really thought that by now he’d feel different, but he still missed you. Bucky walked over to him with the same girl he was with earlier and pat him on the back. “I saw you talking to someone earlier, pal.” Bucky teased. “Did’ya get a number?”

Steve looked down and let out a sad chuckle. “Yeah, I did,” he admitted. He of course left out the fact that he won’t even call it. Bucky playfully punched his shoulder. “And who’s this lovely lady?” he asked Bucky.

“This is Dot,” Bucky introduced. She reached out and shook Steve’s hand politely. “We’re about to head out, maybe take a walk.” Bucky wrapped an arm around Dot and she looked up lovingly at him. “Do you have cab fare for tonight?”

Steve nodded in response. “Yeah, no worries, you two have a good night.” He waved goodbye to the couple as they made their way out of the building. He looked down at his watch and saw that it was already 2 in the morning and set his beer back on the counter. He followed them out to the street and quickly hailed down a cab, giving the driver his address and asking him to step on it. Steve didn’t mind being home late, really, but he knew how you were. He knew that you haven’t been coming home until he did, because he knew you were trying to avoid him. He could very well be out until dawn, but he also knew you hated being out past 3, because you thought it was the haunted hour. Steve had always teased you for your superstition, but he had taken your fears to heart. He also knew that you tried to stay out after him because it helped you to feel like you were winning. Even now, after losing you, he still wanted you to win.

Within a few minutes he was back at his apartment. He unlocked his door and walked in, enjoying the quiet and the stillness of his home. He changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt and plopped down on his bed. He folded his arms under his head and stared up at the ceiling, waiting for the sweet release of sleep to take him over.

You stumbled your way back to the bar, demanding for another shot of tequila. “Sorry pal, but I gotta cut you off, you’ve clearly had too much,” the bartender reprimanded. You huffed in response but didn’t argue. “I’ll call you a cab, it’s almost 3,” she said. You nodded and waited on a bar stool until she let you know that the cab was waiting outside. You hopped in and managed to give the driver your address, despite slurring your words. You dozed off in the car but woke back up when the driver came to an abrupt stop at your building.

The stairs were your next obstacle and you were doing fine until they started moving like the magic stairs in Hogwarts. You took your time with each step and by the time you made it to your door, it was well past 3 am. You felt jitters go up your spine as your mind wandered off to the scary stories your cousins used to tell you when you were younger. You managed to pull out your keys and tried hard to jam them into the lock. Unfortunately, you were way too intoxicated to have any control over your fine motor skills and you relented to just banging against the door in hopes it would just magically open.

Well, in this case magic was real, because after several minutes of desperate banging, the door opened.

“Steve?” Your voice came out as barely more than a whisper. Even though the alcohol blurred your vision, you could recognize the scent of his cologne and the width of his shoulders anywhere. His presence being so close to you overwhelmed your senses and you began to sober up enough to realize that you had been banging on the wrong door this whole time. You cleared your throat and looked at Steve apologetically. “I-I’m sorry I thought this was my door, but I guess I was knocking on yours. I’ll just—“ you turned to walk over to the door beside Steve’s, and pulled your keys out once again.

Before you could unlock your door however, Steve grabbed hold of your forearm, sending shivers through you and making you pause to look back at him. For the first time in weeks you saw something in his eyes: pain. Dark circles rimmed his eyes and what used to be washed of electric blue in his irises were dulled down to a stormy gray and you felt a sting in your heart at the sight. His eyebrows furrowed together as he began to speak. “Please,” he begged. “Come home.”

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Welcome to the 1st installment of “Chloé finds cool ask lists and answers them despite nobody asking”! This one is courtesy of @bgbygirl, go check them out!

🐰- do you believe in soul mates?  Heck yeah i do. I haven’t found mine yet, but he’ll come around. I believe it.

💌- diary or journal? I’d rather journal! I sometimes just write out my feelings on loose paper when i feel bad, but i’ve rarely kept a diary for more than two weeks.

✨- which fictional character (book, show, or movie) do you relate to most? Holy WOW this is difficult. I’m a mix of chunks from a lot of characters, but i feel like i’m the closest to Cath from Fangirl (a wonderful book by Rainbow Rowell, which i highly recommend you check out).

💕- are you crushing on someone? I was literally three days ago (you’ll know if you follow my crush chronicles tag - which you probably don’t because it’s not that interesting), but i’m thankfully getting over it. I love boys and i love crushing, but he wasn’t good for me - at least not in a romantic setting.

💋- kissing in the dark or kissing in the rain? I’d say rain. If i’m kissing a boy, i probably find him handsome, and i want to be able to see him. 

🐝- describe your aesthetic in emojis I’m on my laptop so i can’t use emojis, but i’d say my aesthetic as a mix of “80s rock dad”, “horny on main” and “pastel cinnamon roll”. It’s a weird mix. 

🍼- what is your favorite memory? The 2nd time i met Captain America in Disneyland Paris this summer. I went to shake his hand (because the 1st one did that) and he said “no, i’ll hug you if that’s okay”, and that was THE CUTEST SHIT. I blog a lot about Bohemian Rhapsody at the moment, but i love the Avengers A LOT, and Steve is my favorite, so that was very special.

🌸- what is your favorite flower? Not orchids, surprisingly! I like them, but i like how the word sounds more than i like the flower itself. Is lavender a flower? I’m going to say it is. Lavender is my favorite flower.

💖- have you ever been in love? I’ve said i was in love a couple times in the past, but looking back, i don’t think i was. I was very fond of them, but i don’t think i was -in love-.

🍰- strawberry or vanilla? Strawberry! (Side not: i’m realising i changed a lot over the past few months, because the answer’s been vanilla my whole life)

🍯- describe your favorite smell I have two, and they’re extremely unrelated lol. The first one is speculoos cookies being baked, and the second one is that generic boy perfume smell (my friends say that doesn’t exist and i’m crazy, but i know what i’m talking about and i hope you do too)

🎂- if you had 3 wishes, what would they be? I generally have trouble with this question. The first thing that came to my mind was: i wish i could be sure everyone i love knows i love them, and i wish i wouldn’t constantly doubt they love me back.

🍪- cookie dough or cookies? Cookie dough. Cookie dough always. Any day of the week. I love cookies, but cookie dough is my favorite thing.

☕- coffee or tea? Neither! I don’t like hot drinks!

🍃- would you rather live in a sea with mermaids or a forest with fairies? I’m fascinated by the ocean, so give me those mermaids any day!

🍂- what’s your middle name? My middle name is Jeanne! It was apparently two of my great-grandmothers’ name.

💫- what is your sun, moon, and rising sign? I had no idea what this meant, so i googled it and apparently my sun sign is Pisces, my moon sign is Taurus and my rising sign is Leo! Which apparently means i’m affectionate and emotional (very true), like to be praised and appreciated (also true), and am even-tempered and calm (not so true).

🌧️- favorite thing to do on rainy days? I love sitting/lying next to a window and listening to the rain fall while reading or writing!

🍭- how tall are you? I’m 6′2! (188 centimetres) (basically a fuckin giant)

💒- which show would you want to live in? I know the question probably means TV show, but i’m twisting it around and understanding musical, because damn i love theatre. My answer is Mamma Mia. OF COURSE IT IS. I want to spend my days dancing around a greek island and singing Abba songs at handsome dudes. (this might be a later question, but spoiler: Mamma Mia is my favorite movie)

🎄- what is your favorite holiday? Christmas! I fuckin love Christmas! I’m currently sitting in my Christmas pyjamas (yes, on November 17th, leave me alone)

🍦- what scented candle is your favorite? I’ve never had any candles (my mum thinks they’re too dangerous), but i generally like those that smell like cinnamon and apples.

🎶- favorite song right now? You may have noticed i have a bit of an obsession with Bohemian Rhapsody. My current favorite song is It’s Late by Queen, which i discovered when i was extensively researching their discography after seeing the movie. Oh my wooorld, that guitar riff gets me railing.

💘- 3 ways to win your heart? 1) Sing/play any instrument ever 2) Be kind 3) Have a lot of hair The truth is, if you’re a guy and you’re (even remotely) kind and attractive, i’ll fall in love with you, even if it’s for 20 minutes.

🍩- current mood? A bit weird, if i’m honest. I’m generally good, but it feels like the sword of Damocles is hanging over my head and a depressive episode is threatening to drop on me.

❄️- what is your favorite season? This is a difficult question for me, there are things i love and things i dislike about every season! But i’ll say spring, because i can go out without a jacket, but it’s not too warm yet.

💍- your current relationship status? Married to Gwilym Lee (jk lol, i’m single as all hell - someone date me please, i’m so alone)

📷- a photo of yourself

Here, have this picture of me being a Captain America fangirl in Disneyland Paris (i’m going back in three days and the excitement is UNREAL)

💅🏻- do you like being spoiled? OH NO. I’m not one of those who can’t accept a gift, but i can’t help but wonder what i did to deserve it and stress about it.

🕊️- 3 habits you have? 1) Arriving at college at least 30 minutes before my class starts and sitting on the floor outside of the classroom, reading or watching videos 2) Dancing a bit too enthusiastically at bus stops 3) Skipping class when i feel overwhelmed and hiding in the library/in a café with something to eat and something to drink, and watching a heckton of videos in hopes of making myself feel better

🦄- how do you perceive yourself? Well it depends on how i feel when you ask the question - but generally, i think i’m a rather good person, or at least i try my best to be. I’m as kind as possible. It’s going sound conceited, but i’m a bit too smart for my own good - which means i overthink everything and end up in a state of existential crisis 9 times out of 10. Physically, i’m mostly ok with how i look - although it sure would be nice if i could find ONE guy who thinks i’m alright too.

🦋- how do you think others perceive you? I’m not answering this question, because i don’t want to end up in aforementioned state of existential crisis. Feel free to tell me how you perceive me though, i’m interested!

🌈- things I find attractive in girls/guys I’ll answer for guys, since they’re what i’m attracted to! Smile is something super important for me. I love hair, especially when they’ve got a lot of it (hello Brian May). And i seem to have a thing for cowboys and guitarists. (...again, hello Brian May)

🍓- one secret about yourself The main reason i obsess over “celebrities” (and even daydream about being with them) is because it’s easier than falling for guys i know irl and getting rejected.

🍒- how do you act when you have a crush? Like a FUCKIN IDIOT. During the first week i had a “thing” for my former crush, i couldn’t speak to him without stumbling on my words, and i almost fell on him on the tram. I can’t function properly when i like someone.

💔- the reason behind your last breakup? I’ve never been with anyone, so i’ve never had a breakup; so i’ll tell the reason behind my last rejection. Thankfully it didn’t hurt too much, he was in love with one of my friends and she loved him back, and i just knew they’d be good for each other. So just before they got together, we talked it out, just to clear the air, and so he knew that i wasn’t fully in love, i just liked him because he was cute and kind, that of course i wouldn’t do anything to interfere with their relationship, and that i really wanted us to stay friends. He was an absolute peach and he’s one of my best friends today!

💬- what your last text message says? It’s two heart emojis! (to a friend, don’t imagine any boys are talking to me)

🎥- what show are you currently binging on? I’m not watching any show at the moment, i’m trying to catch up on my Watch later Youtube playlist! But i did have half a Harry Potter marathon with a friend this weekend.

⛅- what is your morning routine? Brush my hair, tie it up in a ponytail (or a bun if it’s really greasy woops), wash my face, shower, dress, pack my bag, have breakfast, fiddle on my phone if i have extra time, go!

💗- who do you miss? I miss my friend Antoine. I know we’ve seen the best of each other, but sometimes i just miss the guy he was when i was 15.

🥀- last time you cried? Wednesday afternoon! While, you guessed it, watching Bohemian Rhapsody. It’s been 4 times, but i still cry a lot.

🎁- when is your birthday? March 3rd!

🔪- scariest/creepiest experience? I try to steer clear of anything even remotely scary or creepy, i hate that kind of stuff.

💤- date someone younger, older, or same age as you? I really don’t care as long as the connection’s there, but life has shown that i get along better with people that are a bit older than me!

🎀- any question you want I’m going to make this question into “where do you hope to be in three years?” because i think it’s interesting. If my plans don’t change, i’ll be in Brighton, taking another degree which i’ll hopefully enjoy this time. Which means i’ll have my own flat again - i hope it’s somewhat near the sea, so i can go quite often. I also hope i made friends that are on the same wavelength as i am, and who knows, maybe even found a good guy?

If you read this whole ordeal, thank you so much lol! That was really fun! I hope you have a nice day!

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Are You Going To Be An Overprotective Baby Brother?

Pairing: Steve x Henderson!reader 

Request:  Could you do a Steve Harrington imagine of being Dustin’s older sister and prior to the monsters you ignored Steve even though he always tried to flirt because you’re pretty and smart but you’re also snarky and friends with Nancy and Jonathan and BFFs with Dustin and all his friends love you and post monsters with Dustin and Steve’s bromance you start to be friends with him and Dustin notices he likes you and gives Steve a overprotective baby brother speech? You can decide if he makes a move  

Warnings: fluff, a few swear words

A/N: Omg I love this prompt so much! Also, I have a requested El x reader coming out sometime in the next few days :)

There was only one girl in Hawkins who was known for making Steve Harrington frustrated. Even though he had a huge crush on Nancy Wheeler, the boy flirted non-stop with her best friend, (Y/n) Henderson. She would always quickly send sassy remarks right back at him. 

And it drove Steve Harrington nuts.

It was no secret that she was just as beautiful and smart as Nancy, but she had more of a sarcastic, rebel side to her. What Steve didn’t get, was why she would never talk to him unless a snarky comeback was coming out of her mouth.

But once Nancy became his girlfriend, the crappy, yet hilariously creative, pick up lines disappeared. She would never admit it to anyone, but she missed them. Not because she liked him, but because they always brightened her day. Yet, she learned to live without them fairly quickly. 

Because Nancy was hanging with Steve a lot more frequently, (Y/n) found best friends in Jonathan and her little brother’s friends. Dustin secretly enjoyed having his older sister around more often. His friends did too. Mainly because she always had an embarrassing story to tell. But having her always around Dustin, made Will feel better about his mother making Jonathan come along to. 

One night, a few days after Nancy and Steve broke up, she got a note in her locker. It had no name on it, but she knew exactly who it was from. 

‘Do you smoke pot? Cause weed be cute together’

“Oh my God” she rolled her eyes and stuffed it in her backpack, before walking to her car.

Low and behold, another note was stuck in her windshield wipers.

‘Can I tie your shoes? I don’t want you falling for anyone else’

She looked over he shoulder, and saw Steve Harrington watching her. He was a good distance away, but she could still see the smirk on his face. She held her hand up and flipped him off, watching as he shook his head and chuckled, before walking the other way. 

Not surprisingly, Nancy and Jonathan started spending more and more time together. (Y/n) wanted to know why, and after a few days, she broke them. They explained everything, and she managed to convince them to take her with them.

They up and left. Dustin didn’t know, and neither did Steve. So that’s how the two of them ended up running into each other. One with a hand full of roses, and the other with a baby monster problem. 

A few hours later, when the two were laying meat bits for a trap, Dustin decided to ask a very important question. “So if you like my sister so much, why are you showing up at the Wheeler’s house with roses?”

The question took Steve back “You think I like (Y/n)?”

“I know you do”

“And how do you figure that?”

Dustin looked at him as if to say ‘well it’s fucking obvious’, “Okay, well I see the way you look at her. Your eyes light up when she walks in. No, I’m not creepy, I just notice things. You laugh at literally everything she says, and trust me it’s not always that funny. What was the first thing you did after your breakup with Nancy? You wrote not one, but two, notes basically asking her out.”

“Has everyone noticed this?”

“No shit, we all have bets placed for when you two will start going out. No pressure or anything, but if it happens in the next two weeks, I win.”

“We all?”

“Ya know, me, Mike, Will, Lucas, Max, Joyce, Hopper, Bob, Jonathan, Nancy, even El said something last year I think-”

“Okay, okay, I get it. I’m in love with your sister.”

It hit Steve then, he was completely in love with (Y/n) Henderson, and everyone had seen it but him and, luckily, her. 

“Good. Now, I feel like I have to give you some sort of speech”

Steve smirked “Are you going to be an overprotective baby brother?”

“Yes, absolutely. Now shut up and listen. If you ever hurt her, just know that I have an army of people who won’t hesitate to kick your ass. That hair can’t save you anymore Harrington” Steve gave an offended look “so don’t try anything. And no sneaking into our house, at any time.”

“Gotcha, but, I don’t think she’d even like me back. To answer your question, even if I love (Y/n), I went to give the roses to Nancy because, well, (Y/n) hates me. I just don’t think I’d ever have a shot. Besides that Billy guy has his eye on her”

Dustin shuddered “Look at Steve going all soft. Don’t give me that look, I won’t tell anyone. But trust me, if anyone has a chance with her, it’s you.”

Jonathan and Nancy had dropped (Y/n) off at her house before shooting off in the other direction. The first thing she did was look for her brother, and when he wasn’t there, she knew everything had gone to shit. Luckily, her house wasn’t to far from Will‘s, which is where she knew they were.

On the way there she saw a car coming her way, it was going way over the speed limit, but stopped just before it hit her. She looked through the windshield and saw everyone she wasn’t expecting. Including an underage redhead driver and unconscious Steve in the backseat. 

She opened the drivers side “I don’t know where you’re going, but at least let someone who can legally drive get you there” Max nodded and climbed over to the passenger seat “and why the fuck does Steve look like he just got kicked in the face by a horse?”

“My brother” was all Max had to say before she understood.

“Okay, where to?”

It was all over for now. The gate had been closed, the monsters were gone, El was back. They all had things to celebrate. 

(Y/n) was currently dabbing Steve’s face with a towel in attempt to get the blood off. “Why do you fight him so much? Billy, I mean. He deserves it 100%, but you seem to hate him more than anyone else.”

“He was saying things to Max, threatening her and stuff. He also made some comments about yo- I just got really angry.“ he winced as she put pressure on another cut.

“Sorry.” she said softly “So why do you always flirt with me? I know it’s just a joke, but I’m curious”

Okay Steve, it’s now or never. You got this, maybe not.

“Trust me, if anyone has a chance with her, it’s you”

“Steve?”

He broke his trance “Yeah, what? I- oh.” he took a deep breath “I wasn’t ever joking”

She stopped and stared at him “What?”

“I wasn’t joking. I love you (Y/n), and I know you hate me and all, but I guess I have to tell you-”

She cut him off by gently pressing her lips to his “I love you too”

He smiled and kissed her again.

From down the hallway, Dustin cheered louder than the groans of people who handed him their money. “Like I said Harrington. I have an army!”

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Breakup Messages: Over 60 Quotes About Breaking Up

When you’re in the middle of a breakup it can feel like the moment you’re in and the things you’re feeling will last forever. There’s a feeling of permanence that comes with the particular pain of heartbreak that’s hard to see past. But as anyone who’s ever been through a breakup will tell you, the pain does fade with time and the way you’re feeling now won’t last forever. But we’re not going to lie, it can take a while. To help you through the hard times in a breakup, we’ve compiled over X breakup messages and quotes about breaking up from people who have been there before and come out on the other side.

  May the bridges I burn, light the way. – Dylan McKay

If you have to beg someone to be in your life then then don’t belong there. – Mandy Hale

There will always be a place for you in my life, just not in my heart. – Unknown

Sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together. – Marilyn Monroe

How I felt about you hasn’t changed, but you have. – Unknown

You’re not worth my love if you need reasons to find me worthy of yours. – Unknown

You don’t lose a good man, you lose a man who’s not good for you. – Steve Harvey

Life isn’t easy Love never lasts You just carry on And keep moving fast. – Linda Ronstadt

Not everyone you lose is a loss. – Unknown

There are times when sorry seems the only truth. – Oscar Wilde

I know that’s what people say—you’ll get over it. I’d say it, too. But I know it’s not true. Oh, you’ll be happy again, never fear. But you won’t forget. Every time you fall in love it will be because something in the man reminds you of him. – Betty Smith

I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. I knew this was going to happen. So I’m not blaming you for falling in love with another woman. I’m not angry, either. I should be, but I’m not. I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt, but I was wrong.  – Haruki Murakami

Like some wines our love could neither mature nor travel. – Graham Greene

I walked away because you were busy finding faults in me, and I was busy overlooking yours. – Unknown

Before something great happens, everything falls apart. – Unknown

Nothing changes you…. I left you because I knew I could never change you. You would stand in the room so still sometimes, as if the greatest betrayal of yourself would be to reveal one more inch of your character. –  Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient

Some things can be fixed. Some things are just too broken. – Susan Vaught

When someone walks away from you, it’s not the end of your story. It’s just the end of their time in your story. – Unknown

I want to be in a relationship that feels good on the inside, and doesn’t just look good on the outside. – Unknown

Sometimes people cry not because they’re weak, but because they’ve been strong for too long.  – Unknown

And now you’ve lost the only thing that ever made you feel alive. – Keith Urban

Trust is like a glass, once broken it will never be the same again. – Unknown

I may have lost someone who didn’t love me, but you lost someone who truly loved you. – Unknown

So I would choose to be with you. That’s if the choice were mine to make. But you can make decisions too, and you can have this heart to break. – Billy Joel

A lesson hurts before it teaches. – Unknown

Love is worth fighting for, but not if you’re the only one fighting. – Unknown

Remember that sometimes not getting what you want is a wonderful stroke of luck. – Dalai lama

Lies don’t end relationships, the truth does. – Unknown

I miss the time when I actually meant something to you. – Unknown

How come you don’t want me now? Why don’t you want to wait this out? How come you always lead me on, never take my call, hear me out? Why don’t you want to win me now? Why don’t you want to show me off? Tell me why you couldn’t try, couldn’t try and keep me. – Tegan and Sara

We broke up, but my feelings didn’t. – Unknown

Never love anybody who treats you like you’re ordinary. – Oscar Wilde

It’s ok to be alone, that’s when you find yourself. – Unknown

I will survive and be the one who’s stronger. I will not beg you to stay. I will move on and you should know I mean it. Wild horses run in me. – Birdy

I don’t hate you, I just lost respect for you. – Unknown

The toughest part of letting go is realizing the other person already did. – Unknown

You can’t choose what stays and what fades away. And I’d do anything to make you stay. – Florence and The Machine

Sometimes the best revenge is to smile and move on. – Unknown

He needs space and time, as if this were physics and not a human relationship.  – Kathryn Stockett, The Help

I’m tired of fighting. For once I want to be fought for. – Unknown

It’s really over, you made your stand. You got me crying, as was your plan. But when my loneliness is through, I’m gonna find another you. -John Mayer

Now I see things for what they are, not what I want them to be. – Unknown

I never stopped loving you, I just stopped showing it. – Unknown

A pain stabbed my heart, as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world. – Jack Kerouac

He broke my heart. You merely broke my life. –  Vladimir Nabokov

Hatred would have been easier. With hatred, I would have known what to do. Hatred is clear, metallic, one-handed, unwavering; unlike love. -Margaret Atwood

Was I heartbroken or furious? I didn’t know. I did know: that’s it. Our relationship could not continue like this, out of balance, unequal. And as surely as I knew this, I knew something else: But of course it can. We can continue to live exactly as we do right now, in a heavy-lidded state of love and unspeakable compromise. Isn’t that what people do? Every day? Don’t they ache but rename it tired? It made me wonder: Was it even fair to expect the person you’re with to be just as happy as you? Furthermore, how could you ever even know for sure? You couldn’t, was the truth of it. You could not know this.”  – Augusten Burroughs, Lust & Wonder

In time I will fade away. In time I won’t hear what you say. In time, but time takes time you know. – Ben Folds

What happens to people that love each other? I suppose they have whatever they have, and they are more fortunate than others. Then one of them gets the emptiness forever.  – Ernest Hemingway

I’m not leaving you for making mistakes, I’m leaving you for making the same mistakes too many times. – Unknown

I miss your smile, but I miss mine even more. – Kid Cudi

Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass, it’s about learning to dance in the rain. – Vivian Greene

There will always be a place for you in my life, just not in my heart. – Unknown

Remember that sometimes not getting what you want is a wonderful stroke of luck. – Daliai Lama

There are far, far better things ahead than any we leave behind. – C.S. Lewis

Love is like quicksand, the further you fall in the harder it is to get out. – Unknown

Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened. – Dr. Seuss

Missing you isn’t what hurts, it’s knowing that I had you that’s killing me. -Unknown

Even on my weakest days I get a little bit stronger. – Sarah Evans

One day they’ll realize they lost a diamond while playing with worthless stones. – Turcois Ominek

Your absence is teaching me things your presence never could. – Unknown

He brought out the worst in me, and was the best thing that ever happened to me. – Coco J. Ginger

Only time can heal a broken heart, only time can heal his broken arms and legs. – Miss Piggy

If they’re stupid enough to walk away, be smart enough to let them go. – Unknown

Don’t cry when the sun is gone, because the tears won’t let you see the starts. – Violeta Para

Breaking up is a natural evolution when you try to figure out what you want in life. – Usher

I used to hope that you’d bring me flowers. Now I plant my own. – Rachel Wolchin

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