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theawkwardterrier · 4 years ago

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Games We Play

Steggy Week 2k20, day 3 Prompt: Modern Day

Summary: Steve and Peggy’s new interest in their phones has the others confused and concerned.

AO3 link here. Thanks to @steggyfanevents for organizing!

Steve often sits up front to chat with Clint when he’s in the pilot’s seat. According to him, he used to do that during the war sometimes too, just shooting the breeze while being transported here or there. (Well, he actually said “shooting the shit,” which made Clint raise an eyebrow, but probably like him more than he thought he’d ever like someone who referred to “the war,” as if there’d only been one.)

It’s just the two of them today - unusual but they were the ones around - and yet Steve takes out his phone as they take off, fiddling around and muttering at it.

“You need me to drop you over the Apple Store on the way back?” Clint finally asks, trying to tease out what the issue is. He’s actually fine without a conversation, and Steve is pretty good at comfortable silence, but you take care of your teammates, notice when something’s different. Agent Carter might be around, understanding him in ways no one else can, but it can be good to get a new perspective.

“What?” Steve says, still distracted. “No, it’s fine.” He gives a final, triumphant tap to his screen, mutters, “How d’you like that?” and puts his phone into his pocket.

“Okay.” He leans back in his seat, crossing his legs at the ankle. “Now explain the appeal of NASCAR to me again.” So Clint does, and Steve still doesn’t get it, and Clint notices him continuing to check his phone the whole rest of the trip back.

“Morning, Aunt Peg!” Tony strides into her office as if Peggy’s assistant is a potted plant, and not even a particularly interesting one. Hugo is a bulldog with nearly everything, and had actually tendered his resignation in shame over his inability to stop Tony from doing what he wanted; Peggy told him that unfortunately this was a Stark feature that they would both have to simply learn to live with.

By which she means that Hugo can stand down and allow Tony entry without a fight - but that Peggy doesn’t have to give him a scrap of attention until she is ready to do so.

She doesn’t even glance up as he seats himself across from her, slapping a file folder against his palm. The gum he is chewing - actual bubble gum, like a child - is obvious from both the scent and the bubbles he blows to entertain himself as she continues to drag her finger across her tablet.

His patience, of course, runs out first. Doubtless he’d already been a little buzzy with energy if he’d decided to take a trip down with hard copy documents for her. “What are you doing there?” he asks, craning to see, but the glare from the window is too strong and a second later, she’s dropped the cover shut anyway and transferred her attention to her computer monitor.

“I think you’ve adapted too well to modern technology,” he tells her grumpily, watching the ease with which she switches between them. That actually makes her flick a laughing eyebrow upward.

“We use what we have and do what we must. I would certainly like to see you trying to get by in 1945.”

Tony shudders. “No bet. I’ve seen one of my dad’s old soldering irons from back then. Thick as a pipe. Totally without finesse.”

“Howard did manage quite a bit without your fancy tools, but there’s no shame if you couldn’t,” she says innocently, attention entirely focused on clicking something as he sputters in front of her. Typing a few final words, she finally turns toward him fully. “Now what was it you needed, or were you merely finding it dull in your workshop despite your precision soldering irons?”

“I’m starting to remember why I always regret coming down here,” he mutters, but flips the folder onto her desk anyway. “Just need your John Hancock by the arrows. Or Jane Hancock, I guess.”

She picks up the file, starting to page through it as she remarks over the top, “Oh, are we going to waste some perfectly good tea by tossing it into the harbor?”

“I think your Lipton is safe.”

“As if I would ever,” she says sternly, marking a large X across a paragraph she doesn’t like, turning the page and doing it again. Once she’s finished with the whole document, she drops it back onto the desk so it slides toward him.

“You must have known I wouldn’t sign that.”

“Worth a try,” he shrugs.

“Well, try again and see if it’s worth your while,” she says, just as her tablet makes a soft, insistent ding.

“Need to get that?” Tony asks, leaning shamelessly forward as she flicks the cover open.

She spins her chair, saying archly, “I do, actually. I assume you can find your way out?”

“Naughty pics from Cap, huh?”

“Yes, which leaves me to wonder why you’re so eager to catch a glimpse.”

“He’s a handsome man,” Tony says, seemingly unbothered, but when Peggy replies, “He certainly is,” he makes a retching sound and stands to leave.

“Bothered by a woman enjoying her sexual prime, are we?” she asks, and he beats his way out of her office, passing Hugo at a near-jog.

She chuckles quietly and applies herself back to the task at hand.

“I don’t think it has an easy answer,” Bruce says, “and we’ll probably be dealing with it for a long time yet.”

“It’s probably a good first step that it’s being taken on at all. Back—” Steve stops himself, takes a sip of his drink; he tends toward coffee on the whole, but when they meet up he usually joins Bruce in his search for the best chai in the city.

“You were going to say, “back in my day…” weren’t you?” Banner teases, gently delighted. “It’s okay, you still can. I won’t tell.”

Steve shakes his head. “Tony probably has some kind of radar for it.” He moves off the curb to let a couple pushing a baby carriage go by, then steps back up to walk the last block to the tower beside Bruce.

“How’s the latest alloy coming?” Steve asks, tossing his cup into the garbage by the reception desk. Bruce groans, even though it’s nice to have someone actually remember what project he’s working on.

“We’re getting close, but the fine tuning is a killer.” The elevator arrives and people start flowing out into the lobby. “What are you up to for the rest of the afternoon?”

“Not much,” Steve starts, but then puts his hand in his pocket, distracted by the vibration from his phone. “I’m just—I have to—”

“Are you coming?” Bruce asks, after he’s been holding the door of the empty elevator for a solid minute and Steve, engaged with the device, doesn’t even seem to have noticed. Bruce wonders if he’s read the research about changing brains based on screen use.

Steve waves a hand, attention still on the screen. “I’ll take the next one.”

“Same time next week for book club?” Bruce calls as the doors close.

“Yeah.” Steve actually looks up at him for a second, that familiar grin on his face. “This’ll all be finished by then.”

Bruce returns to his lab with the definite feeling that he doesn’t want to know exactly will be finished.

“There really aren’t any beaches like the ones over there. I’ve only ever been while I was working, and I still managed to have a good time,” Natasha says, finishing the last of her steak.

“We are planning a vacation,” Peggy says thoughtfully. “The middle of April, as long as no world-ending danger pops up between now and then.”

Nat smiles. “We’ll try to keep it to a minimum. Although you could always slip out before things get really bad and just forget to have your phones on.”

“Steve would never stand for it,” Peggy says, which is true, but they both know that Peggy herself wouldn’t either.

“Is everything…” Natasha hesitates. Uncharacteristic, maybe, but she still isn’t entirely used to the rules of having friends. “Are you and Steve okay? Because I’ve been picking up a little...something lately.”

“What? Oh, yes, everything’s fine.” Peggy takes a little sip of iced tea through her straw. “I have no idea what you might have detected.” And if Nat wouldn’t have said it with equal complete casualness, she might have believed her.

“Are you sure? Because--”

Peggy’s phone buzzes inside her purse on the table. She takes it out, pursing her lips as she looks at the screen.

“You’ve been on your phone a lot lately,” Nat says slowly.

With a laugh, Peggy taps one last time and slides her phone away. “Isn’t everyone these days? Terrible habit, but I’m sure I’ll break myself of it one day soon.” She picks up the dessert menu. “Now, what’s for pudding?”

Natasha orders the most deeply chocolatey thing on the menu; she figures she deserves it with whatever’s going on.

“A strong bout,” Thor says, clapping Steve approvingly on the shoulder.

Steve walks over to the bench at the side of the gym where they left their stuff. “You too, even if the whole ‘mythical god who can call down storms’ bit tilts things a little in your favor.”

“Your little disc stands up well to them!” Thor assures him earnestly, tapping the shield as Steve sets it down and picks up his phone. “But perhaps I can make it up to you.”

“Depends,” Steve says with a frown, taking in whatever is on the screen, “on whether you know anything about the game Scrabble and what to do with these letters.”

Thor leans over to look. “You use the letters to make words which intersect, I understand.” His eyes roam over the board and then he says tentatively, “Are there not gherkins on Midgard?”

“Huh?”

“Gherkins?” Thor forms a little shape with his large fingers in demonstration. “Small pickled cucumbers?”

A smile grows over Steve’s face. “You’re a genius,” he says, manipulating something on the screen. “A genius at storms and at Scrabble.”

“Well,” says Thor, clearly pleased but trying to be fair, “perhaps only very good at Scrabble.”

“You know what was really great? When you put down kinkajou,’” Steve says around the toothbrush in his mouth. He spits. “I had wanted to use that N but it was worth it.”

“It was,” says a satisfied Peggy from where she’s changing into her pajamas. “And I’d like to know where exactly you pulled ‘bezique’ from.”

“Churchill loved it. He tried to get me to play a time or two. I was just lucky the B was already on the board.” Flipping off the bathroom light, he comes over to the bed and pulls the covers aside for himself.

Between their combined salaries - well, after Peggy found out that Steve was still getting the baseline amount agreed to after he’d woken up and had negotiated an appropriate raise on his behalf - they’ve been able to afford not only a bed that they can sprawl in, but a bedroom that their new mattress can fit into. Lying down in it might be Steve’s favorite part of the day.

“Did you realize we’d been worrying everyone this week? They all think something awful has been happening or that we’re breaking up.” He stretches, shoving the extra pillow to her side (he can’t sleep with more than one).

Peggy snorts. “Amateurs. They should just be lucky that they didn’t see us after the poker championship back in—What was it, ‘44?”

“Just before - December of ‘43. I didn’t think I’d make it to New Year’s,” he recalls fondly as she climbs into bed and snuggles into him.

“I’d never have let that happen. You’re smart, moderately talented, and you play to win; it would be a shame for that to go to waste.”

He kisses her. “Good to know where I stand, I guess.” He kisses her again. “Maybe we’ll tone things down a bit but how about a new game tomorrow?” He kisses her a gentle third time.

“We’ve played every day since we discovered the application,” she points out. “Why should tomorrow be any different?” She kisses him this time, pressing him back into the pillow until he forgets all about competition or vocabulary or any of it.

(Eight and a half months later, she types “magnetizes” triumphantly into her phone - and on a triple word score too - as they wheel her up to the maternity floor. They don’t tell anyone else about that part.)

#steggyweek20 #Steggy #Steggy fic #Steve Rogers #Peggy Carter #Avengers #this is prob the weak link of the week but here we are...

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serialreblogger · 2 years ago

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once again marvel demonstrates its dedication to uncritical nationalism over, whatever, human rights, i guess

technically, this isn't a new superhero - "sabra" as a character was invented two years prior to the sabra and shatila massacre, and ostensibly her name refers only to the slang term describing Israeli-born Jews. she is, and always has been, however, a nationalist and a cop who's been directly responsible for the deaths of Arab children, so. maybe a participant in genocide written by white American gentiles is not the best choice for the first explicit representation of a Jewish hero in the MCU, idk, just a thought

anyway if y'all want to read more about this most interesting decision here's a pretty good article unpacking it:

marvel has a new superhero who is israeli & named after the sabra massacre of palestinian and lebanese muslims & she’s in a movie called captain america: new world order. are you fucking joking

#marvel #mcu #sabra #linden cites sources #apparently the term ''sabra'' was used most commonly during the mid-1900s; described the culture of Israeli-born Jews #by comparing them to the sabra plant - a fruit which is prickly & tough on the outside but with a sweet & refreshing interior #u can read the wikipedia article it comes up in the first 5 results if u google ''sabra''#not included in this link but in another article i decided against citing bc it was badly written & prob not super reliable:#director's explanation for the ''new world order'' title allegedly involved yammering about sam needing to build & find a place in the new #post-steve world ig. fascinating stuff :)#also scarlet witch doesn't count as jewish rep bc they went out of the way to put crosses on her walls in wandavision #so yeah i'm p sure this is the first jewish character in a marvel movie that isn't a villain. hi magneto my beloved #nationalism #palestine #american propaganda machine #linden interacts #current events

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fbfh · 3 years ago

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prolonged bisexual panic - steve harrington x fem reader x billy hargrove

genre: angsty bisexual pining + smut

wc: 5k

pairing: steve x fem reader, billy wants to be in the middle, background jonathan x nancy

warnings: everyone's beat up after an ambiguous monster fight, billy has a lot of self loathing and internalized issues, you kiss billy thinking he's steve cause you're half asleep, billy is actually a good brother and not abusive in this, billy has to come to terms with the fact that he's bi and in love with you and steve, morning wood, dream that takes place in a hospital, jacking off in the shower, billy thinks about you and steve while jacking off in the shower, did I mention boners enough yet, billy cries like twice because you're both nice to him, you call yourself mommy as a joke, let me know if I missed anything I don't have any braincells rn

spoilers: billy and max (cause they're introduced in season 2), brief mention of ambiguous monsters and monster slime

summary: caught between you and steve the night after a battle, billy has nowhere to run from the warmth he feels around you two. he doesn't want to admit how badly he wants to be with both of you because he obviously doesn't stand a chance, but he doesn't really have another option at this point.

music rec: i actually made a playlist this time!! you can listen to it on shuffle if you want but it's in chronological order w the plot yk it's only a few songs so I can link them here too

arms tonight - mother mother, water fountain - alec benjamin, caught in the middle - paramore, i/me/myself - will wood, verbatim - mother mother, sudden desire - hayley williams, bizarre love triangle - new order

a/n: why did the writers do billy so dirty.... I could have made sure he was okay.... "i can fix him" yeah well I can add him to my f/o list

also I'm about to start season 3 so no spoilers lol

also also I feel like this is probs some of my best work so far so PLS let me know!!!! give me feedback and validation!!!! rant to me on anon!!!! I wanna hear it you can not possibly annoy me bc I'M the annoying one!!!!! <33

ALSO I've decided to be that bitch and start including outfits in fics again so enjoy this and follow my shoplook!!

as with all nsfw works, all participating characters (steve, billy, and reader) are aged up to 18+, minors obviously dni <3

One benefit of Steve’s parents barely ever being home is that when shit hits the fan, and you’re up late into the night fighting interdimensional monsters, everyone can crash at his place, no questions asked. The older kids - you, Steve, Nancy, Jonathan, and Billy - had gotten everyone over to Steve’s place, ordered some pizza, and set up movies and a giant pillow fort in the living room for the younger kids in hopes that it would help them sleep, and gotten to bed yourselves before three in the morning. It doesn’t sound like much, but after the night you’ve all had, you’ll consider it a victory. You told them more times than you can count, if they need anything you’ll all be right upstairs, wake someone up if you need anything. Jonathan and Nancy had taken the guest room, for obvious reasons, leaving you, Billy, and Steve to crash in Steve’s (in your opinion, garishly plaid) room.

Asleep on your feet, getting ready for bed through nothing more than muscle memory, you and Steve peel off your superfluous layers, leaving you in a baggy tee shirt and sweatpants respectively, and fall into bed without a second thought, asleep within minutes. Neither of you notice the compromising position you’re in, or the intimate touches and soft breathy kisses you share out of habit.

Billy, however, does notice. Mainly because as you fell into bed with each other, he got caught in the middle. He was half asleep minutes ago, but he’s definitely awake now. He barely had time to pull off his jeans, much less put on the pajama pants Steve had tossed at him, so clad in nothing more than boxers and a tank top, you and Steve press your forms into his. Part of him wishes he'd left his jeans on, but with your hand already slipping under his shirt and Steve’s on his thigh, he doesn’t think it would have made much difference.

Steve’s arm is under Billy's head, face in his hair, his other hand sleepily caressing Billy's thigh, sending heat to his core. Warmth radiates off his bare chest, and Billy feels a part of him that was always a little annoyed that Steve was never on the skins team during basketball, one he never let himself acknowledge, flood with catharsis. Curiosity, he always told himself, a type of curiosity only satisfied by locker rooms and… whatever situation he finds himself in now.

You nuzzle your face into his neck, and he lets out a quiet, breathy sigh. He can't stop himself from resting his hand on the dip of your waist. Your shirt riding up from the curve of your hip, his hands seem to move on their own, brushing up and down your waist. He finds a subtle indent on your hip where the elastic of your underwear rests, and he traces the soft material, digging in his heels as his mind wanders places he knows it shouldn’t go.

Laying between you, touching and cuddling you both is such a bizarre sensation; as campy as it may sound, he truly never thought he’d be close to both of you like this. There’s no doubt that he’s wanted to be, desperately, for some time, but he’d always written it off as another self destructive pipe dream.

He’d tried earlier today. He really did. You had just finished patching up and settling down the kids, and were passing around first aid kits to the older siblings. One was given to Jonathan and Nancy, one to Billy, and you and Steve had used the supplies in the bathroom. He had lurked outside the bathroom door, trying to work up the nerve to join you, even just existing separately in the same space would have been enough.

He watched you two through the bathroom door, with you standing in between Steve’s legs while his hands skimmed up and down your hips, finally resting on the small of your back. Your hand under his chin, guiding his face around, you assessed his injuries. He’d gotten away with just a black eye and a busted lip, as he always seems to, and you dabbed at the skin gently with a cotton ball. Steve winced slightly at the sting, and Billy could just make out your voices, quietly floating to the doorway.

“Y’know,” Steve started, “I think I’m gonna need a lot of get better kisses to recover from this one,” he trailed off, pulling you closer to him. He just had to walk in the room. Just enter, and make conversation, and keep doing what he was doing before.

“Woah, tiger,” you said with a laugh as he leaned in, grabbing antiseptic cream from the counter, “you won’t be able to kiss anyone if you don’t let me fix your lip.”

You patted his chest, readjusting his face to get a better look. Steve’s eyes got a dreamy sort of look to them, and in that moment, anyone in the room could feel how profound and tangible his love for you is.

He couldn't do it.

Breath pulled from his lungs, Billy returned to Steve’s room, your laughter echoing down the hall at something one of you had said. Misery seemed to pump from his heart through his veins, spreading throughout his entire body.

Now he doesn’t have to wonder what your hands would feel like on his chest, or what Steve’s arms would be like loosely wrapped around him. He doesn’t have to wonder what your shampoo would smell like, or what Steve’s sleepy sighs feel like against his skin. Now, lying here with you, both of you, it’s surreal how fast the tides have turned, how fast that deep resounding sadness has turned into overwhelming warmth and fulfillment. Even if it doesn’t mean anything by sunrise, he knows it will to him.

Even still, he feels like he's being torn apart. At this point, he can’t deny how badly he wants this, how he'll take any scraps of attention, or even passive inclusion, you and Steve might throw him, but for reasons infuriatingly beyond his understanding, his instincts keep telling him to run. That this warmth he's feeling is too much and he'll get burned, or worse, accustomed to it, never able to survive in the inevitable coldness of solitude again. And then what? He just curls up and dies? He lets out an irritated sigh. Frustration, many kinds of it, continues to build.

He squeezes his eyes shut, blinking heavily as he tries to stay awake. He can’t dwell on that distress, as much as he might like to; every breath, every touch of your skin on his, the warmth radiating off of you and onto him keeps him painstakingly in the present. Touching both of you like this, soft and gentle, is so intense, a strange sort of high he’s never felt anywhere else. His long building panic begins to plateau, as he settles into the unwavering sensation of being between you like this. He finds himself blinking more and opening his eyes less, your comforting touches and his prior exhaustion finally catching up with him.

He doesn’t want to sleep. He doesn’t want to risk the miniscule chance that something might happen, and he would sleep through it. He feels you moving, heart in his throat, looking at you nervously. He doesn’t want you to wake up and be disgusted at being so close to him. You’re so kind to everyone, he knows you’d never say that, but he couldn’t live with himself if he knew he’d made you feel that way.

But you don’t wake up. You stretch, arms and legs elongating, your hand getting dangerously close to his hips, before settling back into a comfortable position. Your hips rock against his thigh a few times as you get comfortable, and he bites his lip, trying desperately not to make any noise. Your hand, no longer resting on the bare skin of his stomach, grabs onto the collar of his shirt, pulling it gently. And it stays like that. There you are again, Steve’s breath ghosting steadily over his face, you pressed into his side. In this new position, he can feel the soft flesh of your chest against his.

It’s too much. He wants to get up and leave, and he wants to stay here forever, leaning into this newfound warmth, but he does nothing. He lays there, paralized, choking on conflict. He squeezes his eyes shut, breathing growing ragged as he tries to calm himself, stay in control of his emotions. He’s really glad you’re both sound asleep and not awake to see the stray tears that slip down his cheeks.

He feels you stir again, and tries to force his breathing to slow down. Your hand leaves his chest, and rises softly to his cheek. He flinches slightly as you brush away the tears rolling down his face with the most gentle touch he thinks he’s ever felt in his life. A new wave of deep sadness hits, the tenderness of your gesture making him want to cry more. You shift, pressing a soft, sleepy kiss to his formerly tear stained cheeks. The feeling amplifies.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you murmur in his ear, emulating nothing but pure love and warmth, “I’ve got you, you’re okay…” You continue pressing soft kisses into the side of his face and neck, hand rubbing soothing circles on his chest and stomach.

“You’re okay Stevie.”

In spite of the reassuring tone of your voice, he thinks being split open and gutted with a cleaver would hurt less. He stares at the ceiling, your touch hypnotic.

“I love you.” you say into his ear, pressing a kiss into his jaw. “You’re just… the sweetest person, and I love you so much…”

Slowly, turning his head toward yours, he watches your silhouette in the dark room, moonlight illuminating everything in a surreal, blue cast. Slowly, tenderly, he leans down, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You hum in approval, pace of your hand on his chest and stomach slowing down. He begins to get caught up in the soothing, hypnotic current of your movements, unaware that he’s even closed his eyes.

He soon finds himself in an uncomfortable plastic chair along the hall of a hospital. He’s filled with a visceral sense of disgust and sickening dread. He’s waiting, stuck stagnant on news that may or may not come. A hand comes up, and he recognizes it as Steve’s. He gently guides Billy’s head to the side, resting on his shoulder, arm around him. His free hand rests on Billy’s leg, and Billy places his own shaking hand on top of it. Soon after your hand covers his, thumb rubbing his skin reassuringly. Your free arm wraps loosely around his waist as you sit curled up in the seat next to him, resting your head on his chest.

And you stay like that.

As doctors and nurses and hospital staff rush around, completely ignoring him, he waits. He’s still full of that sickening, miserable, cold feeling, but you and Steve are completely unshaken, unbothered; still, but not stagnant. The waiting, not even bothering to beg doctors and nurses for any kind of information because he knows they won’t give him anything, is still horrible, but with you and Steve here, beacons of peace and tranquility, it’s enough to take the edge off. Enough to make it bearable. He’s not sure what happens next, as his consciousness is pulled quickly back to a waking state.

His head is turned away from you, resting on Harrington’s arm, his eyes damp again. He’s awake, Billy realizes, from the comforting shushing noises he’s making.

“It’s okay, I’m right here baby…” he mutters, voice thick with sleep, and presses a kiss to the top of Billy’s head.

“You know I love you, right?”

His words hang in the air.

Billy nods slowly in confirmation. Just to make sure he doesn’t wake up, he tells himself, nothing to do with how much time he’s spent avoiding imagining what a love confession from Harrington would be like. Even he can see how thinly veiled that load of bullshit is.

“Cause I do.” Harrington says, breaking the late night silence once again, “I love you lots.”

There might have been more, but he’s asleep again within moments. It’s not what he thought it would be like, not even close - even his wildest fantasies never would have placed him in this situation - but he’ll take what he can get. He feels his breathing fall in line with yours and Steves, eyes blinking slower and slower.

His mind is awake before his eyes open. All of the muscles in his body are relaxed, and he’s so warm. He’s hit with the distinct, resounding feeling that something really, really good has happened, but he shouldn’t question what it is, or it will just disappear from his grasp. If he plays his cards exactly right, and doesn’t move too fast, he won’t break this beautiful delicate thing he’s been given.

Someone moves behind him, and his eyes open. Your face is barely an inch away from his, his arm slung over your waist. One of your legs rests between his, his dick rock hard and cushioned by your soft thigh. Steve shifts behind him, letting out a sigh that fans over Billy’s neck as he wakes up. Face flushing, Billy realizes that he can feel Steve, who has the same problem, hard and right up against him.

You stretch, and sit up, turning to face them. As if you couldn’t get any sweeter, you very politely ignore the fact that Billy was practically just grinding into your thigh.

“Morning,” you yawn, and his chest squeezes. How are you so fucking cute? Steve rolls over, either not noticing or not caring that he’d just had his dick up against Billy’s ass. Billy’s not sure which is worse. He picks up the clock on the nightstand.

“What time is it?” he says, still obviously groggy. His hair is messy and his cheeks are flushed from sleep.

“God, I don’t even know,” you say with another stretch, your shirt riding up and exposing your hips and waist. He can handle this, he can just be normal. Act like nothing weird happened. You let out the softest, breathy little moan when you stretch.

“Last night was really something, huh?” You ask rhetorically, with the jovial, almost conspiratory look you get from sharing an inside joke or a secret with someone. Billy’s heart is pounding. He looks over at Steve, who looks between you two with the same look.

“Yeah,” he says with a chuckle. He wonders if this is it, if… he doesn’t know what would finally happen. He just knows he’ll say yes if it’s with you two. Steve continues.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen that many monsters in one place.”

Right.

The big event that happened last night was fighting a horde of monsters, not three people sharing a bed. He stands up abruptly, his flight response going into overdrive now that he’s not at risk of waking you up.

“I’m going to take a shower.” he says, quickly making his way to the door.

“Yeah,” Steve starts, “the bathroom’s right down the-”

He’s out the door before Steve can finish. A few feet down the hall, he hesitates, and circles back to Steve’s door, hearing your voices faintly through the small opening.

“I know, I did too! You’d think we’d be up all night from the adrenaline, but I was out like a light.”

“Yeah, maybe we should have Billy sleep with us more often…”

A fresh wave of heat hits his cheeks, and his cock is straining against his underwear. He rushes to the bathroom and closes the door firmly.

Maybe we should have Billy sleep with us more often. You don’t say shit like that unless you’re into someone, right? Maybe… maybe he wasn’t completely delusional about how he felt last night. If you didn’t want to be with him, you would have hated waking up next to him, right? God, he wants to be with you so fucking much.

He looks over at the sink and remembers you patching up Steve. He braces himself against the wall with one arm, imagining Harrington's arms around his waist. He mimes tilting Steve's head back, tending to his injuries. He can almost hear his voice asking him for get better kisses, his tone cocky in a way that makes a wistful smile ghost over his face. He sits on the closed toilet, head tilted back like Steve's had been, and imagines your soft, caring touch. He wonders what little nicknames you’d come up with for him… maybe cowboy, or hot shot. He lets out a weepy, yearning laugh rubbing his hands over his face. Whatever it is, it would sound so cute coming from you. It always does. He wonders if you’d pat his chest like you did with Harrington, or maybe run your hand through his hair a few times.

He tries to catch his breath but memories from last night won’t stop replaying in his head, and he finds himself touching all the places you did last night. His hand grips the collar of his shirt, mimicking yours, fingers trail along his thigh like Steve's did.

"You know I love you, right?"

He's palming himself, hand already sticky with precum, almost poking out of his boxers. Steve's voice echoes in his head and he feels you kissing tears off his face.

"Cause I do. I love you lots." Your hands rub soothing circles on his chest and stomach, his pace increases… He's still there mentally, lying between you, perfume and cologne mixing and mingling into something completely intoxicating that he doesn't want to stop breathing, even if he's getting high off it and- Jesus Christ, he has to get rid of this morning wood right now.

He turns the water on hot; he gave up on cold showers a while ago. They don't help him, not when it's you two he's thinking about. He strokes himself as he peels off his clothes, frustrated and desperate and heavy. He steps into the hot water, wishing his hands were yours… or maybe your mouth. Maybe Steve’s hands... your hands, Steve's mouth?

Any of it.

All of it.

He throws his head back against the tiles, cool in contrast with the water so hot it's already making his skin pink. He can't fight his mind for much longer, can't stop the torrent of images and desires, imagined touch ghosting over his skin. He pants, breath heavy with lust and steam in the air. He wishes something would happen, wishes you'd have the sudden desire to break down the door and join him. He wishes you'd barge in together, one shoving their tongue down his throat, the other sucking hickeys into his neck. He increases his pace, finally getting somewhere.

You would bang on the door before entering, tear off your clothes and squeeze into the tight space with him, because…

“Because we can’t keep our hands off you,” he imagines your voice, so breathy and cute and close to him. Your hands would touch him all over, quickly making their way to his cock.

“Besides, do we need a reason?” Harrington would ask from behind, caging you both in with his strong arms, his lips dangerously close to Billy’s ear.

God, he wants you so bad, wants your cute little body pressed up against him, wants to feel Harrington’s hands grope him, going down, down, down… he wonders if he could actually have sex with you, both of you, or if it would be too much for him.

“I guess we’ll just have to practice,” you’d say, hands in his hair, pulling him down into an open mouthed kiss.

“We’ll have you trained up in no time,” Steve would murmur into his neck before sucking another hickey. What he wouldn’t give for you to ravage his body, have your way with him. He knows he’d love it too. He never thought of himself as submissive before but…

His mind continues to wander.

Harrington, he realizes, he’s seen naked before, in the locker room. A shameful heat rises to his cheeks as he recalls every carefully stored memory, every carefully defined muscle. He can picture him here now, hair wet, strong arms glistening, hand grabbing Billy’s chin. He’d run his thumb over Billy’s lips with that fiery look in his eyes he only gets when something is really important.

You, however… he’s never seen you like that. His imagination takes off running, thinking back to how you felt pressed up against him, the soft skin of your bare legs rubbing against his.

He slides down the wall of the shower slowly, growing closer. He wonders what you’d feel like in his hands, in his arms, for real this time. He’d slide down the shower wall like he is now, you coming down with him. You’d straddle his hips, body soft in front of him against the hard wall. Your nails dragging down his chest and through his hair, you’d look up at him taking all the breath from his lungs. You’re so pretty, you’re both so pretty. He wants to be pretty. He wants to be pretty to you.

He wants both of you.

He wishes you were both in here, as desperate to be with him as he is to be with you. He wishes he was sandwiched between you again, four hands groping him, pulling at his hair, helping him out, touching him where he needs it most.

A loud knock at the door, followed by your voice snaps him out of his train of thought. He stands up, startled.

"Billy?" You call again. He freezes.

"Yeah?" His voice cracks. He can't make out what you say.

"Can we come in?" You ask again. His heart is in his throat. There is nothing he wants more than for you to come in right now. But god, he was so close. He waits, cock still hot and throbbing in his hand. He can’t keep jerking off to the thought of his friends absolutely ruining him when you’re right there, right?

“Yeah,” he says again. The door creaks open, and the temperature drops as steam billows out, your voices taking its place.

“We’re doing some laundry to get the rest of the… slime… out of our clothes,” you say, recalling how repulsive those monsters were, “so which one do you want?”

He barely processes what you’re saying, terrified you’ll somehow find out exactly what he’s doing and why he’s doing it, terrified you can somehow see through him and into his thoughts. In spite of how impossible it is, he’s terrified at the thought of either of you being… disgusted with him? With everything he's thinking about you? He's terrified, terrified you’ll hate him, cast him out like a horny lusting pariah. It’s not like you’re even that close to begin with, no matter how much he might like to be.

“What?” he asks, brain fogged with confusion and thoughts of you.

“Detergent. What are they again?” you ask the second part more quietly, and Steve’s voice now bounces against the walls, still groggy from sleep.

“Clean linen or April fresh.”

“Uh…”

“Blue or pink?” Steve asks again, simplifying the question.

“Both.” he blurts before he can think.

“Okay,” you say, “we’ll let you know when your clothes are clean.”

“I have some stuff for you to borrow until then.” Steve adds, “I’ll leave it on the counter.”

“Sounds good.” Billy says, trying not to sound snappy. He lets out a shaky, haggard breath.

“Breakfast is cereal and leftovers,” you begin.

“And a lot of coffee.” Steve interjects. You continue with a chuckle.

“You can come whenever you’re ready.”

“Right.” he can come whenever he’s ready.

“Thanks.” he blurts as an afterthought.

After what feels like an eternity (and simultaneously not nearly long enough) the door is closed and he’s once again alone with his thoughts. He braces himself against the wall, water dripping down his face, right hand lazily holding his cock, now gripping it with a newfound fervor. He pants, grinding into his hand, wishing he had something or someone - or someones - to help him out a little.

He wonders what you would do if you were getting Harrington off. Images of you pumping his cock and pulling his hair, whispering dirty shit in his ear flood Billy’s mind. For the thousandth time, he imagines being right in the middle of it. Back pressed against Steve’s broad chest, you straddling his lap, telling him how to touch himself… Finally, it’s enough to send him over the edge. He humps into his hand, and muscles contracting, balls twitching, and climaxes hard. Riding out his high, he pumps out all the thick hot cum that’s been building up - and hopefully the feelings building up along with it.

He sinks to his knees and watches it go down the drain, panting and light headed. Once he catches his breath, he stands back up. Right as he reluctantly turns off the water, the door opens again. His stomach drops. If he had come in any sooner… he wonders if you could hear him over the running water.

“Clothes are on the counter.” Steve says, now sounding more awake, the smell of coffee wafting and mingling with the steam in the room. Billy runs a hand through his wet hair, brushing it back, and thanks him.

“Need a towel?” Steve asks.

“Yeah,” Billy says, and he watches as a moment later Steve’s hand pokes past the shower curtain, handing him the fluffy material, their fingers brushing as he takes it from him.

“Thanks,” he says, slightly breathless.

“No problem.” Steve says casually. The door opens and closes, and Billy is alone again. He wraps the towel around his waist, stepping out into the rest of the bathroom. He looks at the clothes on the counter; gray sweatpants and a led zeppelin tee shirt, knot tied in the front. He recognizes the sweatpants as Steve’s, and the shirt as yours. A soft smile kisses the corners of his lips.

Once he’s dried off and dressed, he decides to leave the shirt tied up, even though it shows a lot more of his midriff than he’s used to. He can picture you clear as day in this exact shirt, casually gathering the material and twisting it until it’s knotted up. He looks at the folds in the fabric, face warm, and is struck with the sudden realization that if this shirt ever got untied, it would never be tied in the exact same way ever again. It will always be different.

A sudden outburst of laughter from down stairs snaps him out of his train of thought. He has to face you eventually, he thinks, opening the bathroom door and beginning his descent down the stairs to rejoin everyone, he can’t put it off any longer. He heads down the stairs and into the living room, ruffling Max’s hair and exchanging good mornings.

“Did you sleep okay?” he and Max are newest to all this stuff, and he the last thing he wants is for her to be afraid of anything. He takes solace in the fact that it’s not everyone’s first time at the rodeo.

“Yeah,” she replies, seeming as normal as could be expected under the circumstances, which puts his mind at ease. “How about you?”

“I…” he trails off, knowing this is the worst possible time and place to bare his soul and confess his sins, “slept. I guess.”

“Coffee’s in the kitchen.” she replies without missing a beat.

“So I heard,” he mutters, before heading in that direction. He enters the kitchen, stopping in the doorway

Steve is smothering you in kisses, turning you into a giggling mess. You playfully smack his chest, and he barely pulls away enough to talk.

“Y’know, you really should be nicer to me. I have a booboo eye.”

“Oh, of course,” you say, feigning concern, “I’ll call an ambulance right away.”

“Y’know, a sexy nurse would probably do the job,” he says quietly, nuzzling into your neck.

“Oh… my god.” you laugh in disbelief, “You really are the worst, Harrington, you know that?”

It gets hard to breathe for a minute, as everything he felt last night, and this morning come rushing back, full force. He lets out a soft laugh at the situation. He actually thought he had all this under control for a minute. All of this is amplified as you hand him a cup of coffee.

“Morning sleepyhead,” you smile, passing by. Steve pats his chest

“Will you tell her she’d be an amazing nurse?”

Billy, too flustered to think but just fucking overjoyed to be included, scrambles for an answer.

“I mean…” he says with a smile he hopes comes across as cocky and not lovestruck.

You turn to Steve.

“You’re a terrible influence. I don’t want you around my kids.”

“Oh they’re your kids now?”

“Call me mommy!” you call over your shoulder. Steve and Billy watch you walk away, and Steve says, partially to himself, partially to Billy, “I can not get enough of her, you know?” Steve follows you back into the living room. Billy watches both of you drink coffee and eat breakfast, chatting with the kids.

“Yeah,” he breathes, once again wracked with a visceral sense of longing, a deep empty feeling, the cure for which is painfully within grasp but still intangible, in spite of how much he might try, “I do.”

tag list: @hopefullhearts

#steve harrington x reader #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove smut #harringrove x reader #stranger things x reader #steve x reader x billy #okay so i've been working on my script for my stranger things dr #lemme know if yall want excerpts from that #i might turn part of it into a fic actually #there's a really cute part where steve writes his number on a zippo and gives it to you #i made that up before i found out he uses a zippo on the show #so uh #psychic moment uwu #um yeah i've been daydreaming about this exact scenario since I met billy #like #brain rot city here I am #for gods sake do i think of anything else ever #the anser is not

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honeystwiggypeach · 2 years ago

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Halley’s Comet

Steve x Single mom reader part two.

Link to part one!

Listen I’ve been thinking about Halley’s Comet lately and searched the year…1986? Guess who has a new detail to add to their season four fics!!

Tw~ inexperienced babysitters, uhm Dustin doesn’t know how to change a diaper?

Dad!Steve masterlist!!

Credit to @k-k0129 who I talked with a little bit about how like Steve and max have a sibling vibe, and how Dustin would probs need help babysitting Alice!

I will write more if anyone would like!(I can just turn this into something like my mini Dad!Eddie masterlist! I probably will do that because lots of ideas rn!!!!)

When your date night finally arrived almost a week after Alice’s doctor’s appointment, you were all dolled up in your pretty outfit hair and makeup done especially for this.

Steve hadn’t told you where he was gonna bring you just the dress code. While you were getting ready Steve was over showing Dustin step by step how to care for Alice, not with her of course just some doll he bought from the 99 cent store.

“Listen Henderson I know Yoh think that diaper is on right but it’s backwards and if my kid comes back with a backwards diaper” he glares at Dustin who gets the hint quickly working to fix the diaper.

“Good good.” He mutters examining the diaper, “could have placed the tapes a little better but I’ll give it to you.” Dustin lets out a sigh.

“Woah there you’re not done bud, you still have to learn how to feed her and burp her!”

“Steve it can’t be that bad!” Dustin shouts back.

“Of course if you’re a natural like me it’ll just come to you but you…” Dustin rolls his eyes and soon enough he’s watching Steve back out of his drive way telling him he’ll be back in a couple of hours with Alice.

“Max, do you copy?” Steve asks over the stupid little walkie talkie Dustin had bought for his birthday, though it came in handy cause the first thing you’d asked was how you’d get in contact with them if something where to happen with Alice and Steve simply waved the heavy thing.

“Yes Steve.” She lets out a sigh.

“Listen Max, I need you to promise that if Dustin tries to contact you, that you’ll awnser cause he’s supposed to babysit Alice and …I’m not so confident in his abilities.”

Max lets out a little sigh, she loved Alice and if it was you who asked her she’d be jumping around her room eager for you to drop the cute little baby off at her house so she could babysit, plus you paid really well for such a low maintenance job, all she had to do was care for her and she got to play with a baby?? She’s in!

But of course she has to keep up her reputation so she decides to give Steve a hard time, “What’s in it for me?”

“I don’t know Max like twenty bucks?”

“Deal.” She listens to Steve tell her when Dustin will probably ask for help and the conversation ends there pretty quickly.

Some few hours later just as Steve predicted Dustin is calling the land line asking her to be over because apparently Lucas couldn’t calm her down after she gripped a huge chunk of Dustin’s hair, and so they called Mike wheeler…she isn’t sure what they expected from him, she’s seen him interact with his own little sister Holly just a handful of times and she can’t say that they were particularly very good so she can only imagine the three of them fumbling around to settle her only to not even try her pacifier.

When she shows up she’s right. The three of them are awkwardly sat on the floor as they take turns holding Alice each time she’d stop for a second to examine who was holding her but really she was just being passed between Dustin and Lucas since every time she was offered to Mike he’d hold up a hand as if to gently push her away.

“Let me see her” Max tells them as she sets down her bag gently taking Alice into her arms while she crouches down next to the diaper bag pulling out the pacifier.

“Did you try this?” She holds it up and they all blink at it shaking their heads no.

“Of course not.” Immediately when it’s placed in Alice’s mouth she suckles the pacifier closing her eyes as if her eyelids had been the heaviest weights in the world.

“I think she was just tired” she mutters handing Alice back to Dustin who jostles her a little before he gets her settled.

“Do we just keep holding her while she sleeps? Can’t she sleep in a bed?” Mike asks.

“Sure…if Dustin had a baby’s bed.” Max says sarcastically, “babies cannot sleep in real beds especially not Dustin’s do you see how tall that is?” She measures the day bed with her hands pulling them away so Mike can see how idiotic that suggestion was.

“Do you guys not babysit at all?” She asks rhetorically expecting them to have.

They all shake their heads no and she scoffs, “you’re serious?” They all nod.

She drifts off into her own conversation for a while with Lucas before Alice begins to cry again and Max looks over to see her trying to gum at her pacifier.

“Max, what’d I do? I tried everything” Lucas practically cries ten minutes later and she raises an eyebrow taking Alice from him as she pulls a pre made bottle out.

“Have you tried feeding her?” They look between themselves but don’t awnser and she rolls her eyes once again before feeding and burping Alice who falls asleep afterwards in Max’s arms.

“I’m going home, I don’t get babies, I’m not even good with Holly” Mike says before he literally just goes home when Alice starts to cry again.

“Change her diaper” Max hands her over to Dustin who prepared all morning for this moment as he changes her diaper quickly.

Meanwhile you and Steve have just finished eating at some restaurant you don’t even think you could afford. Though he’s telling you that the night isn’t over yet, this has you fumbling with your wallet checking to see how much you had brought hoping he wouldn’t try and take you to anything too expensive.

He drives you up to a secluded little mountain not far from Hawkins before getting out of the car and opening the door for you taking your hand and guiding you to the hood of the car with him.

“Wanted to watch the comet with you.” He mutters quietly.

In your freshman year of highschool you had told Steve about wanting to watch Halley’s Comet when the time came with him, honestly you didn’t remember telling him at all so you didn’t expect him to remember but he did and you where grateful for that as a few happy tears gathered in your eyes as you watched the bright comet fall through the sky leaving a bright light in its wake as Steve gently cups your face.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks his lips almost touching yours, before he can say anything else your pushing foreword to kiss him yourself.

“That means we’re going out right?” Steve asks and you blink at him for a moment, “right? Right? Y/n? We’re dating now right?” He asks as he follows you back into the car.

“Want me to be honest Steve?” He nods quickly, “I kinda thought we’d been dating for like four or five months now ever since you spent the first night at my house and tiredly told me you liked me…I’ve been thinking we were together this whole time.

He blinks for a few moments, he had so much anxiety over this just to find out that the love of his life thought that they were already together???? God was he that oblivious, now that he thinks about it he practically lives with you and you give him goodbye kisses to the cheek every morning?

The drive to Dustin’s is relatively short and both of you are scrambling to his front door pushing eachother out the way to see Alice first.

“Hi baby” you whisper gently taking her from Max’s arms.

“I thought Dustin was watching her” You whisper looking to Steve who looks back.

“I don’t think you want just Dustin watching her babe…he put the diaper backwards on the doll.”

“Is that what that doll was for?” You ask gesturing to the car behind you two.

“You saw that?”

“Of course”

“You think I’m a bad diaper changer?” Dustin questions Steve as he comes out the room.

“I mean you had to call theme for something.” Steve mutters.

“Check her diaper!” Dustin turns his nose up and you giggle unsnapping the bottom of Alice’s indie, “Dustin…not only is it inside out, it’s backwards.” You mutter looking at her diaper.

You let out a little sigh as you set her down quickly fixing the diaper to sit correctly before you and Steve leave to go back to your trailer.

“I guess this is normally where couples part ways.” He tells you looking at you like he’s gonna miss you, “but I usually sleep here at night babe so not us.” He steps out the car doing a little jog to open your door before getting Alice out and settling her into her crib.

All and all, that may have been the best date Steve’s ever been on but he hopes that every date after that day will be with you.

I’m working on a part two to the single dad!eddie fic as well right now so that’ll probably come tomorrow!

#reader insert #x reader #st4 steve #st4 #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem #steve harrington #steve x reader #Steve Harrington x single mom!reader #Mom!reader #single mom!reader

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spacebuck · 7 years ago

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I know these some videos of NHL players trying figure skating, I think it would be amazing if the NHL managed to rope Bucky, Steve and some of their team mates into doing a video like that and it's just them dicking around and Bucky taking the chance to finally be back on figure skates again and maybe show off a little

(x)(x)(x)

Bucky grinned, shoving his phone into Steve’s outstretched hand. “It’s almost like they forgot.”

“Forgot what, Bucky,” was the drawled response, before Steve actually looked at the phone in his hand, and the email pulled up on the screen. “You’re kidding me.”

“Not at all,” Bucky said, absolutely gleeful. ”And guess what? Your name is on the guest list.”

Bucky plucked the phone out of Steve’s hands, grinning at his boyfriend. He shoved his phone in his hoodie pocket, linked his fingers with Steve’s slack ones, and leaned slightly into him. “You wanna?”

“Sure,” Steve said without hesitation, pulling Bucky in closer and pressing their lips together in a quick kiss. “Why not. It’ll be fun.”

“This is ridiculous.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

Steve gave Bucky one of his Looks-with-a-capital-L and Bucky just laughed, sneaking his hands around Steve’s waist despite all the people around, all the cameras. It still felt novel, weird, to be able to touch him so freely, but he took advantage of it. He rested his chin on Steve’s chest, looked up at him. “I’m serious. It’s for a good cause, it’s a bit of fun and we’re helping people along the way.”

Steve shook his head at that, shifting his feet, and the blades of his skates, away from Bucky’s socked toes. “Not that. The fact that you’re going to pretend you’ve never done any of this.”

“Oh.” Bucky rocked up until his nose touched Steve’s. “I’ve already told the figure skaters they’ve brought in, they’re the only ones who need to know. It’s not my fault the rest of the association forgot what I did for twelve years of my life.” He pulled back when Steve snorted, dropped back onto the bench to get his skates on.

“What better way to remind them than on live TV,” Steve said with a raised eyebrow before stepping back, giving Bucky room to stand. “Who else is here?”

Grabbing his gloves off the bench and shoving them on, Bucky shrugged, cocked his head a little. “I saw a couple of people in blue on the ice when we came in. A couple of other rookies, probably a few bigger names to get the viewers flooding in.” He shrugged, headed down the hall, skates squeaking slightly on the rubber matting that had been laid out. It was an odd feeling, walking towards the ice with Steve after over a year on another team, and it was mildly disconcerting to glance back at his boyfriend, see the burgundy and blue instead of his own red and grey.

Steve gave him a small smile, like he was thinking something similar, and poked a gloved finger into Bucky’s shoulder as they broke out of the tunnel and headed for the ice.

They were early still, cameras still being set up, most team reps still not present, but the ice was already buzzing with activity. A few players in a scattered rainbow of jerseys were messing around, either skating laps or talking. Media staff were shuffling between them, moving as fast as they could on the ice, and there was a woman in a black tracksuit talking to a couple of grumpy looking people. Bucky recognised a few faces, smiled up at Steve as he stepped onto the ice. “Ready?” He asked, and Steve stuck his tongue out.

“As I’ll ever be.”

–

It took about five minutes before the first player caught on, dropping his foot with a laughing “Okay that’s hardly fair” as Bucky glided past in a perfect arabesque. There was a smattering of laughter as Bucky grinned and pushed his foot a little higher before letting it swing down.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he responded as Steve started laughing. With a few lazy steps he was circling again, heading back to the main group of skaters. “I’m just a natural, I guess.”

“Is that what we’re calling natural then?” was the response, still amused, thankfully. “how many years did you do this stuff?”

Bucky gave him his most innocent look, putting his hands on his hips. “Slander,” he responded, getting laughter from the group.

–

“What the fuck, bro” heralded another person catching on, the big defenceman in red and blue shaking his head as he laughed. “There’s no way you’re new to this.” Bucky glanced around the group, making wobbling jumps, jeering and yelling and egging each other on.

“It’s all skating, it comes naturally,” Bucky said with a grin, before forgoing the easy waltz jump, kicking his foot back, and throwing himself into a double rotation lutz.

–

“Okay,” the sharp-eyed figure skating coach said with a smile. I’m assuming you brought your other skates?”

“Of course,” Bucky said as he swung his arms loosely, before laughing as Steve ended up on his ass. His boyfriend could do a lot of things they’d been shown, thanks to his impromptu and intermittent lessons at college, but that was a year ago, and he was out of practice to say the least.

“We’re going to wrap up shortly, if you wanna go get changed now?” She grinned as he nodded, clapped him on the back. “If you’re fast they won’t notice you’re gone.”

–

After some internal debate he took off the majority of his padding, before pulling his jersey back on over his skins. Without the bulk of the pads it hung down well past his ass, so he left it at that and laced himself in before shoving his hair into a loose bun.

There was still laughter filtering down the tunnel as he headed back down, and he picked up the pace. A few people spotted him, giving him odd looks as he sat on the bench to pull off his skate guards, and he shot them a grin, waving at the camera directed his way before jumping the boards.

Steve spotted him first, eyebrows going up even as he grinned. The coach took the cue, glancing over before she said, “We have a special guest for you all tonight - three time US rep, two time silver medallist at the US National Championships, and someone you’ll probably recognise after spending two hours on the ice with him tonight, James Barnes of the Arizona Coyotes.”

There was silence as everyone turned to look at him, then the Leafs rookie started laughing, managing to spit out “I knew it, I fuckin knew it!”

“Made us all look like incompetent shitheads,” someone else said, grinning, and Bucky shrugged, unable to help himself.

“Well, it wasn’t hard,” he said, only for the group to dissolve into more laughter. “Alright,” he said, winking at the camera that was being walked towards him. “Let’s see if you’ve been paying attention.”

#that got long so..... page break #fic: howitzer #i got mildly distracted in the middle and found out what that new seb movie was abt by accident lmaoo #stevebucky #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #barneswrites #*#there should probs be other tags lmao oops #grey face #barnesanswers #the links are to videos of nhl players doing figure #it's hilarious

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that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main · 2 years ago

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Being Franks Daughter in Hawkins pt 17

Gif Caption: Top Gif: Dustin Henderson from Netflix's Stranger Things Bottom gif: Peter Parker aka Spiderman from Marvel

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Reader: female | 18-19

Characters Mentioned: Steve Harrington (ST), Dustin Henderson (ST), Robin Buckley (ST), Billy Hargrove (ST), Kate Bishop (MCU), America Chavez (MCU), Dr. Stephen Strange (MCU), Wade Wilson (MCU), Venom/Eddie Brock (MCU), Loki Layfeyson (MCU), Peter Parker (MCU), With special Guest star of The Corinthian from The Sandman!!! Ya!!

A/n: oof sorry I fucked up and posted this half ass I tried to hurry, also before you say But the Corinthian isnt MCU or Stranger things, Im using him for a reason and I just think he'll be the nightmare that helps Y/n and bs. Also your a fuck ton stronger than you think!!

Warnings: Swearing, bloody noses,

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So with Steve gone, and Superheros only in the house, you got to work.

You had probbed over the wall you had set up, with Stephen, none of it made sense.

"They all know me by City Bird." Y/n explained.

"And thats important why?" Wade asked sitting on the couches arm.

"Billy only calls me City Bird."

"Billy? Russo?" Stephen asked.

"No Harrington." Y/n explained, "Wanda called me City bird, I've never mentioned that to her. And so did Russo."

"Russo showed up at the Sanctum?" Stephen questioned.

"No. It was a dream. It lasted three days." Y/n argued, "Harrington found me outside in shorts and a tee shirt with a bad bloody nose. That sound normal?"

"Dreams are linked to diffrent Dimensions." America spoke up, "the diffrent lives you have, across a multiverse. But three day dreams...did you spend three days walking around in the dream?"

Y/n shook her head no, "No. It was more of three mintues? Maybe two."

"Its possible that you didnt even meet Billy Hargrove in that multiverse," Stephen explained.

"That doesn't make sense." America cut in.

"Why?" Stephen asked Y/n sighing looking up to see a shadow threw the roof cracks.

"She told me when he came to visit that the jacket she wears is Billy Hargrove's, she wears it in ever multiverse I've been too, you've all known each other every time I've jumped. Why wouldn't she know him?"

"Hey!" Y/n snapped holding her hand out, "wait"

"What-"

"Shh" y/n hushed, everyone going quiet, there was a creak in the wood as everyone stood up.

Y/n held out her hand to Wade, he handing over a knife. She walking towards the door carefully.

There was silence then loud knocking on the door.

"Y/n?"

"Jesus fucking-"

Y/n opened the door, Venom standing there.

"HI"

"Why are you here?" Y/n asked, watching them return to Eddie, "How did you get my address."

"You called me."

"What? No I didn't." Y/n told him.

"Yes you did, You said you're needed in Hawkins, so we can protect the world." He mocked.

"No-"

Just as Y/n spoke up a smoke grenade came crashing through the window.

"Get out the house!" Y/n shouted at every one, coughing and choking on the thick smoke as they ran out the house, "split up in the woods!"

It was quick everyone splitting up, Kate followed her, along with Loki.

"Shit!" Kate shouted, tripping over a root.

"Come on!" Y/n shouted tugging her up, and too her feet as the three ran deeper into the woods.

They ran across the creak, down uncharted pathways, stopping behind a large fallen over tree.

"You think we lost them?" Kate whispered, before Y/n could even answer an arrow stuck the tree between them.

"Look! Run deeper into the woods! I'll distract them." Y/n ordered.

"What?! No way!-"

"Do it Loki!" Y/n ordered, getting up and running the opposite direction, they watching her run off.

"Hey Arrow head!" Y/n shouted, "Come and get me!"

They watched her vanish from sight.

"Come on lets go." Loki spoke.

"But Y/n-"

"She asked us to go deeper into the woods we're listening."

You dont know how long you ran for, but you ran so far you made it too the damn Mall.

If they wanted you, it'd be hard to find you in a crowded area.

So not carring you ran in through the back door, careful to avoid any employees.

You opened a door to backroom, locking it and falling agaisnt it till you reached the ground

Cue the mini mental break down.

"Y/n?"

She looked up, Steve in his Scoops Ahoy outfit.

"The hell happened-"

She laughed, "of course! I fucking coming running into here!"

"You look horrible. What the hell keeps happening to you-"

"Hey Harrington I asked for-"

Robin stopped seeing y/n on the floor, "oh shit..."

"Hey! It's Y/n!" Dustin cheered, "wait. What the hell happened to you!"

Steve brings you to the other room, sitting you down on the chair he usually sat in.

"Look at you." He spoke, holding her face, "Jesus...you smell like smoke..."

Steve patched you up, and even gave you his change of chlothes to wear,

You thanked him quietly, and told them what happened.

Robin though new to this seems to understand more.

"You dipwads she cant fight because she won't hurt them."

Dustin things its the Russians

"You've had trouble with them before! Why not now? Mind control is a thing!" Dustin told.

He wasnt completely wrong, and even showed you something they've intercepted

"I have some of it." Robin explained, "The week is long. The silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west. I dont know the last part."

"Its in Russian?" Y/n asked.

"If we let you listen-"

"Yeah yeah first rule about russian interception club is you dont talk about russian interception club."

Dustin handed you over the tape, you putting the headphones on as you listened to it.

"A trip to China sounds nice if you tread lightly." Y/n answeed taking the headphones off.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

"How'd you know Russian?" Dustin asked.

"Natasha." Y/n explained, the two teens looking at her confused.

"Black Widow?" Dustin cut in.

"Oh!"

"Hydra. In Hawkins?" Y/n asked, "this small little town?"

"Why wouldnt they? It wouldnt be suspicious. In the middle of the woods?"

Y/n hummed, that seemed reasonable.

They left you to think, Dustin and Steve apparently going Russian hunting whatever the hell that ment.

"So...Avenger huh?" Robin asked, "You and Steve?"

"Im not sure what I am to myself let alone others." Y/n answered.

She hummed sitting across from Y/n.

"Must be difficult." Robin explained, "Having so much to carry."

"I just. Want things to go back to the way they use to be. Before Hawkins."

Robin looked at her with Sympathy, going back to simpilar times didnt sound too bad.

"Harrington that bad?" She joked.

"Is it bad if I say yes?"

Robin chuckled.

"He's. Not." Y/n responded, "I just..."

"Have to be the hero?"

"I don't have to be Anything."

"Yeah." She spoke, "but it helps."

After that she left you to work for another hour or so before her lunch break.

You mostly sat there with a napkin and pen trying to map things out

You had an idea, and went to go tell robin but once you walked out Robin was gone.

Though the Mall was full, it seemed empty. Y/n walked out, "Robin? Harrington? Henderson?"

Walking around some more looking for the trio she found no one, for a while too, a good hour perhaps she walked around?

"Hey there." A man spoke up, he wearing a cream colored trench coat, with dark glasses, "You look a little lost."

"Uh. No... thanks though." Y/n answered.

"Lost someone then? Your kid? Boyfriend?"

"No." Y/n spoke eyeing him, "You look like my friend."

"Do I now?" He answered, "Now I should take that as a compliment? Shouldnt I?"

"Yeah ladies love him...mostly the glasses." Y/n told him.

He laughed, "No very much into the ladies. If you know what I mean."

"You like what you like...." y/n shrugged looking around.

"You sure your not loss there?"

"Yes-"

Y/n stopped seeing Steve himself looking into the distance, about to excuse herself Nancy came running into frame, into his arms, he swinging her around, before kissing her like he longed too for so long.

"You alright there? You look pale as a ghost." He answered, "I would hate for the fun to end so soon. It's just beginning. Hate seeing someone you love kiss another girl?"

Y/n looked at him, "what?"

"Oh come on." He laughed, "I know your not. That. Stupid City Bird."

Y/n stood her ground, "If you-"

"What?" He laughed, "Touched Billy Hargrove? Hurt him?"

Y/n's glare hardened, and he smiled, it was sick, full of genuine pleasure, he watched her think about her next words.

"This is fake." Y/n responded, "i wouldnt be surpised if I was dreaming."

"Oh?" He responded, "and how you figured that?"

"Because Dustins not with Steve. And there always together." She responded, "not to mention. Im wearing Steve's change of chlothes, and he's wearing the same chlothes I am. My reflection isnt in your glasses. Even if they were dark there'd be a reflection. Not to mention. I know when a magic user is fucking with me."

The mall went silent, everyone gone, just no clipped into an unknown plane.

"What do you want and why are you here." Y/n demanded.

"Because you're fucked." He responded, "and I want to watch it fuck you over, watch your worst nightmares come true. Its the onky thing that brings me that much closer to feel free-"

"Corinthian thats enough-"

Y/n's eyes shot open, she arched over head asleep on her arms which rested on the table.

"Morin sleeping beauty." Robin spoke.

"How...long?"

"Not long. Thrity maybe."

You sat up letting your bones crack and Steve and Dustin came back

"No Russians." Dustin spoke, "not yet."

"Good. I want my break." Robin spoke, "and do a bit of my own hunting. You coming Y/n?"

Y/n was silent, she looking at Steve in a way. A way she's never looked at someone, she dazed, feeling like she was gonna cry.

"Oh my god your nose is bleeding-"

Robin was quick to grab napkins, Stevee trying to rush to help as well.

She felt.

Alone.

"Hey Dustin. Go. Russian hunting with Robin-"

"What? No way-"

"Now." Steve ordered.

"Fine." Dustin spoke, "If you need anything. Uh. Tell Steve?"

Y/n lookrd over at Dustin, "yeah..."

He gave her a toothy smile and a thumbs up, before being pulled away by Robin.

"Thats the second time you know." He responded cleaning her face.

Y/n was silent, it familiar, this had just happened this morning.

"Are you okay?" He asked bringing a chair infront of her, sitting across from her, "all the sudden. This is happening. Why?"

He just got a stare in return, her nose hadnt stopped bleeding. She just. Stared.

Stared into his soul, he felt like. Like she was searching for something.

"Look. Im sorry what I said this morning."

"Did you kiss Nancy." Was all she said, "after I left?"

"No...why would you-"

"Did you kiss Nancy before I left."

"I. I didnt kiss her no. I."

"Did she kiss you?'

He was quiet, but nodded, "Yeah right after we..."

"Right after? A day? A week?"

"....the same day..."

"Did you sleep with her too? The same day-"

"No. I would never do that to you-" he answered then sighed cleaning her fsce, "why...ask now?"

"Because I just watched Nancy Wheeler kiss you..." Y/n responded, "I. I know it sounds crazy...my dream-"

"You just made me feel guilty because of a dream?"

"No. Thats- it wasnt a regular dream."

"Sure of the hell wasnt."

Y/n got up quickly pushing Steve behind her, it took her a few seconds, "You..."

"Guilty as charged." He smiled, "Now why doesnt your friend here get us some icecream? Swirl please."

"Y/n who is this-"

"Corinthian..." y/n spoke, "I dont fucking trust you."

"Well it looks like my names out of the bag." He sighed, taking a seat, "that icecream please? Whatever the lady wants and a swirl for me."

"Go Steve-"

"Are you kidding- no-"

"Go. Now." Y/n ordered, "go."

Corinthian watched Steve walk off and back to the front.

"Dont tell me I manifested your bullshit. When I woke up." Y/n complained.

"If your refering to the bloody nose." He responded, "that is not my problem at all...city bird."

"How the fuck do you know Billy." Y/n glared.

"Oh through you of course." He responded, "You dream. Alot. Alot Alot."

"And?" Y/n argued.

"You remember half them?"

"No."

"Any of the good ones?"

"If you know I dream so much you know I dont get the good shit."

"Yep." He responded, "I've been with you for a long time. Gets harder every time. Every crack, and nessle, nook and cranny."

"You seem happy bout it."

"Bout your nightmares shall we call them?" He asked.

Steve came back with two cups of icecream.

"Thank you Steve." Corinthian smiled at him.

Steve only looked at her, she looking back, and he left.

"You see Y/n." Corinthian started, "you...me...were not so diffrent."

"I think we're plenty different."

He chuckled under his breathe, "See...but we aren't. You and me were one of a kind, strong, independent, no where to fit in: we're alone. I suppose. Instead of insulting you. Us. I should be thanking you really."

Y/n watched as he broke off his monolouge with a spoonful of icecream, "Dream fucked me over once, ruined me. Thanks for bringing me back doll. That Mystic Arts Bullshit really does pay off, doesnt it?"

Y/n glared as he stood up, grabbing his icecream, "I'll see you soon doll. Good luck with the Russians."

He turned around to her, lowering his dark glasses, showing not eyes, but teeth, "Your gonna need all the shit help you can get."

With that he pushed up his glasses and left

You were a complete mess, he obviously was seemingly against you and had the power of magic and your completely fucked completely fucked

Your nose had stopped bleeding a while ago, and was drying up.

"Hey!" Robin called running in, "I got it! I know what it means!- and your still covered in blood..."

"Yeah. Sorry." Y/n responded rushing to clean her face at the sink.

"Are you okay?" Dustin asked.

"Yeah. Yeah." Y/n responded, "stress. Is...all.."

"I would be worried too, but dont worry, everyones safe. And okay." Dustin told her, "Im sure of it."

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