Wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulls you close to him and gives you a kiss on top of your head. He radiates the comfort, stability and warmth that you need.
Goes out of his way to take you out to distract you from your thoughts: "Sometimes you just need to get out of your own head, y'know?"
His eyes just pierce right through you: "I'm here for you. Let me know if you need anything."
Promptly stops cracking jokes and intently listens to anything you need to get off of your chest: you can tell that his attention is focused on making sure you're alright.
Pulls you off to the side so it's just the two of you, puts an arm around your waist and silently offers you a puff of his cigarette. He's not one for deep gazes and poetic advice, but deep down, he does care.
You can see how genuinely concerned he is for you in his eyes; "Are you okay, Y/N? Do you want to talk about anything? I'll listen."
He invites you out on a walk where it's just the two of you and lets you vent; somehow, no matter what you say, you feel like he understands.
Summary: Reader feels left out from the Avengers and Bucky helps her, then she helps Bucky.
Warnings: Mentions of PTSD, Anxiety and Depression, Nightmares, Social anxiety, panic attacks.
“Hey Nat, could you help me-“.
“No.” She said sternly, cutting me off.
“No. I’m not going to help you with whatever bullshit you need,
okay?” She mocked, huffing off.
Great, way to start off my day.
Why was she mad at me?
All I wanted was for her to help me out with training and then hang
out with me or something, I knew that I was new, but I just wanted to make some
friends- I’ve never really been good with the whole friends thing and this sets
the bar pretty low.
I tried as hard as I could to shrug off the incident with Nat, it
didn’t really work, but the keyword here was tried.
Crying wasn’t an option, they’d all just laugh at me, I had to stay
strong- for myself, not them.
Steve and Sam walked in, both sweaty from their jog “Uh.. Guys? Do
you think that maybe I could jog with you tomorrow?” I asked gleefully.
Sam laughed as though I had just said the worlds funniest joke “oh,
that… it wasn’t a joke?”.
Steve was silent and although he elbowed Sam, a smile was plastered
on his face; They laughed down the hallway, making jokes about me.
Maybe this whole ‘Avengers’ thing wasn’t right for me…
Tony was holding a huge party, he didn’t consider the fact that I
hated parties and they freaked me out, sure I could act fine and actually be
social in small parties, but tony had invited so many people it was ridiculous;
to put it bluntly, I was dying inside.
I was really flipping anxious, I approached tony, who- with his
female army were blocking the exit “Tony, could you please move?” I asked, as
politely as I could in the current situation.
The girls around him laughed at a joke he was saying “Tony? Could
you move please?!” I said with more urgency, as I tried to push through but got
No one would care, none of the Avengers even noticed me… I knew I
hadn’t met Clint, Pietro or Wanda, but if this was anything to go by I didn’t
“Please, please, let me through- I need… fresh air!” I gasped.
Panic overcame me and all my breath got sucked up into my lungs, I
was going to pass out.
This was in fact the last straw.
“ANTHONY HOWARD STARK, COULD YOU PLEASE LET ME THROUGH!” I yelled
at the top of my lungs, I could tell Tony was trying to get on my nerves,
because not only did he not budge, he also acknowledged my presence.
“Tony, could you move outta the way before I ram my metal fist into
your skull” a deep, strained voice boomed from behind me.
Hello and welcome to hell—I mean the Halloween AU because I
mentioned vampires for Halloween and there are entirely not enough vampires in
Tiny!Steve runs a supernatural diner. He’s not a
supernatural creature himself, but he finds that his asthma and other ailments
are… eased when he’s around the supernatural. And he’s always loved a good,
greasy burger, so why wouldn’t a ghoul or a goblin? Not to mention that he’s
tired of every diner he and Bucky go to throwing them out after pointing to a ‘no
supers allowed’ sign. And it works out for him in a big way; the supernatural
creatures of Brooklyn love diner
food. He has enough profit to start hiring people to help him work the grill
and Bucky serve the customers within the first two weeks, and he definitely needs the help with all these
hungry supernatural creatures ordering his lamb burgers and onion rings.
Of course, out of all the supernatural creatures that show
up, they never really expect a vampire. Steve only realizes that something is
amiss when the diner slowly falls silent. He peeks out into the dining room to
see that everyone is staring out the window, hushed, and even Bucky looks
spooked. Then apparently the vampire leaves because everyone slowly relaxes and
conversation starts buzzing again. He asks Bucky about it later, and the
werewolf looks kind of confused, as if he doesn’t quite know how to explain. “Vampires
are solitary,” he finally explains. “Most of ‘em, anyway. Some have nests, but
the older ones… don’t like each other.” “So the vampire was old?” Steve asks
curiously. Bucky stares at the wall pensively. “Felt like it,” he finally
answers after some thought.
The vampire comes by several times and makes the diner hush,
but they never actually come inside. Steve can only take so much. He doesn’t
like his loyal customers being terrified every night. It’s bad for digestion.
Also Steve has never backed down from a fight in his life and he’s not going to
start now especially if Bucky’s gonna be a BIG FUCKIN’ PANSY and hide inside
with everyone else. (“Legit how has nothing eaten this kid yet,” a specter asks
Bucky, and Bucky shrugs because honestly it beats him how Steve is still in one piece in general when he wants to fight everything and their
Steve zeros in on the vampire because there’s literally no
one else outside. “What do you want?!” he snaps, and the vampire stops talking
to itself, flinching, before turning toward him. “What do you mean?” “I mean
you keep showing up, scaring my customers, and leaving,” Steve explains
angrily, because how doesn’t this vampire
know? “Do you do it for kicks? I just want you to know that if you say yes
I’m morally obligated to kick your fucking ass.” The vampire squirms
uncomfortably before stepping into the light from the diner. He’s very handsome
but that’s not going to stop Steve from punching him in his stupid face. “I was
just checking if you’d changed the sign,” he explains miserably.
Steve actually pauses. What. What does that even mean. “If I
changed the sign,” he repeats slowly. The vampire motions at the blinking neon
OPEN sign, looking defeated. “I just—everyone says you’ve got the best food and
you’re supernatural-friendly, so I thought—but I guess you don’t allow
vampires. But that’s okay,” he adds hurriedly when Steve’s mouth drops open. “I
wouldn’t want to—ruin the atmosphere of your diner. I’ll just go.” “But I’m
not,” Steve begins, but finds he’s talking to thin air. “…That would be
discrimination,” Steve finishes quietly, shoulders hunching a little.
“Oh,” Bucky says when Steve tells him what happened. “Shit.”
“Oh shit what?” Steve asks sharply, because he doesn’t want to ever be accused
of discriminating against any creature that just wants a goddamn burger again. “You
have to—they need to be welcomed,” Bucky explains. “They can’t enter a place
unless they’re invited inside.” “THAT’S IT,” Steve exclaims angrily. “He’s been
creeping because I don’t have a fucking welcome mat?!” “Hey,” Bucky snaps in
response. “He didn’t ask to be like that, Steve.” Steve wilts. That’s right. No
supernatural creature asked to have
quirks that made their lives harder.
Steve purchases a little cardboard sign that says ‘Welcome!
We’re open!’ with a little smiley face on it to put in the door even though it’s
probably too late. He honestly feels a little terrible. The poor guy just
wanted a burger and he couldn’t even come inside to get one. No matter how old
and dangerous he was, he should have been welcomed inside. No one ever said anything
about Bucky, or Natasha, or Bruce, and they were all plenty dangerous. It’s not
like the vampire could bejewel everyone in the diner. No vampire was that
powerful. “It’s called beguiling or compulsion, Steve,” Bucky deadpans. “Don’t
call it bejeweling in front of a vampire. I won’t save you when they rip your
head off.” Steve knows Bucky would step in and he seriously considers calling
it bejeweling to the next vampire he meets.
A terrified hush falls over the dining room a few weeks
later and Steve peeks out of the kitchen. The vampire has come into the diner.
Everyone looks terrified, even Bucky. But the vampire pays them no mind,
peering around the diner for an empty booth and, not finding one, instead
moving to sit at the bar. The harpies on a date skitter to the opposite side of
the bar from him in terror, but the vampire doesn’t look at them, instead
perusing the little menu card Steve keeps at each bar stool. No one is moving
to serve him. Steve pauses a moment to think about how useless supernatural
creatures are before he comes out of the kitchen and grabs the pad from his
apron. “Hi! What can I getcha?”
The vampire doesn’t speak for a long time, and Steve
considers repeating himself, but it doesn’t seem like he’s being willfully
ignored. Still, it’s annoying to wait. “…A cheeseburger,” the vampire says
slowly. “Beef, turkey, lamb, or veggie?” Steve answers immediately. The vampire
drags his eyes up from the menu, frowning, and the hair on the back of Steve’s
neck stands on end, having to meet eyes older than him—perhaps older than his
parents and grandparents. “…Beef,” the vampire answers. “As pink as you can
make it.” “Alright,” Steve replies. “Swiss, cheddar, pepper jack, American, or
provolone?” The vampire says nothing, thinking. Steve fears that he’ll be there
until they open the next day. He hasn’t even asked the vampire about sides or a
The vampire eats as slowly as he orders. The late night
crowd has thinned out and Steve’s pretty sure it’s not just because of the
vampire sitting at the counter making things tense—it’s getting very near
closing time. “Is it rude to tell him he needs to leave when we close?” Steve
whispers to Bucky. Bucky opens his mouth, but it’s the vampire who answers, “I’ll
be finished by then,” making them both jump and yelp. Still, he doesn’t hurry,
and Steve is sincerely beginning to doubt the vampire’s word as they clean up
around him. However, as they finish mopping up, the vampire hands over his
empty plate. There isn’t even any ketchup on it. “What,” Steve says, but when
he looks up the vampire is already halfway out the door, and he’s left a crisp
hundred dollar bill on the counter.
They don’t see the vampire again for a month. Steve remembers
his order because it had taken so fucking
long to decide on it, so he hopefully says, “A beef patty with cheddar,
waffle fries, and a strawberry milkshake?” The vampire looks down at the menu,
lips pursed. “…Not tonight.” Steve nearly weeps and hopes that Clint will pull
the fucking fries so they don’t burn this time. Again, Tony eats like a fucking
tortoise, hands over a gleaming-clean plate just before closing, and leaves a
crisp hundred dollar bill on the counter while Steve and Bucky stare at this
fucking plate they watched him pour
ketchup onto the plate for his home-cut fries.
Eventually, the vampire comes enough that the diner stops
going silent when he arrives. Still, everyone nearly faints when a young swamp
monster running up and down the length of the diner bashes into the vampire’s
leg and flops backward onto their diapered-butt. The mother swamp monster
actually prepares herself to die protecting her child. But the vampire just
squats in front of the sniffling tot, pats them on the head. “There, there. You’re
alright. Sorry my stupid leg got in your way.” The swamp monster giggles
reluctantly and wipes their eyes. “Maybe you shouldn’t run without looking
where you’re going though. You might hurt someone. I can tell you’re going to
be big and strong, so you’ll have to be more careful.” The swamp monster nods,
grinning a gummy smile. “If your mother’s alright with it, would you like to
join me for a scoop of ice-cream?” The tot’s head whips around, and their
mother looks mightily concerned, but she also doesn’t want to insult a vampire,
so she nods.
The young swamp monster finishes their scoop of chocolate
and helps the vampire finish his scoop of vanilla, babbling all the while in
swamp monster speak. Typically only other swamp monsters understood, but
the vampire nodded along seriously and asked questions that the tot continued
to answer. The vampire was probably much older than anyone had previously
thought if he could understand the nuances of swamp monster speech. “Creepy,”
Bucky mutters after they’ve gone to bed. “It’s creepy. Something so old shouldn’t
exist.” “Don’t be rude,” Steve slurs into his chest. “He could have killed that
kid and he didn’t.” “Oh boy, the bare minimum of decency.” “You thought he was
going to kill you because you turn into a giant wolf on the full moon.” Bucky
Everything’s fine until one night the vampire arrives, eyes
red, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, staining his mussed-up shirt.
The diner goes silent and cold as he walks toward the bar, and he lifts his
hand to wipe his mouth idly as he looks at the menu. “…Can I just have a glass
of milk?” The fuck you can, Steve
wants to say, but wordlessly gets him his drink. Tony drinks it in three long
gulps, sets the glass down, and leaves as quickly as he’d come.
There’s a crisp one hundred dollar bill next to the glass.
Prompt: They were looking, but you didn’t care. You ran to him anyway.
Pairing: Steve x Byers!Reader
Warnings: the demigorgon? is that even how you spell it?
“You need to leave, Steve. Right now.”
“Y/N, Y/N, what are you doing? Are you insane?” Steve’s eyes shot from you, to Nancy to Jonathan, and you could see the gears in his head trying to figure out exactly what was happening. You didn’t exactly blame him, he’d just seen that- that thing for the first time and it hadn’t exactly been in the best circumstances; but none of that matter.
“Leave.” You demanded, pointing in the direction of your front door. “Now.”
Again, silence echoed your words as Steve huffed in thought. “It’s going to come back any second.” You reminded, grabbing ahold of his elbow and pulling him in the direction of the door. “So it’s best if you just leave.” For one last second, Steve looked down at you before his hand shakily grabbed ahold of the door knob and swung it wide open. You huffed, rolling your eyes as you fell beside your brother and Nancy.
You heard the front door slam, and pressed your back against the two as you held up the spiked bat your brother had made. You felt your heart spike as the lights began flickering rapidly, pacing around your living room. “Jonathan…” You called, crying out slight in terror. You felt your brother grab ahold of your hand briefly, to calm you.
“Where is it?” Nancy asked, her voice breathless as each of you guys looked around the room.
“Come on.” Jonathan taunted; “come on, you son of a bitch.”
You ignored the way you felt as if you’d topple over in fear or the way it was becoming increasingly more difficult to breathe. Your mind only focused on the fact that you were doing this for Will, to save him and for Jonathan. You were doing this for mom and Hopper so the creature didn’t go after them. You were doing this for Nancy and for Barb, who she’d lost. You were doing this for everybody, to keep them safe.
So it didn’t matter if you couldn’t think straight. It didn’t matter that one wrong move on your part and you could be killed. None of that matters.
“You see it?”
“No,” you breathed. “Where is-”
“Come on!” Nancy screeched, desperate for it to just appear.
“Show yourself!” Jonathan yelled, “show yourself asshole!”
Then suddenly the lights went out, and the three of you were succumb by complete darkness. Your breath stopped and you paused in your pacing, to look around. If the lights were out, that had to mean it was here… right?
“Jonathan!” Nancy screamed and you spun around only to see the creature right before your brother. Though the second he turned himself, the creature knocked him to the ground and he smacked his head against your living room floor. Jonathan yelped in panic, his weapon rolling away from him in the midst of everything. Your grip on your own weapon tighten considerably and you stared with wide eyes as that thing held your own brother against the floor.
“Jonathan!” You screamed, “Jonathan!”
The things mouth opened, and a bunch of its drool, or whatever, fell into Jonathan’s mouth. He bit his lip to keep from gagging and stared at the inside of it’s mouth with fear, his hands falling beside him helplessly. You were knocked out of your shell-shock form as Nancy begun shooting her gun, the sound making you jump and for your eyes to fall to her. “Go to hell, you son of a bitch!”
Though it did the girl no good, as the creature only turned it’s attention on her and begun advancing on Nancy. Her bullets did nothing.
Your eyes flew from Jonathan, still lying on the ground in shock and Nancy who was desperately trying to knock the monster down. It wasn’t until her gun ran out of bullets that you snapped out of whatever stupor you’d been in, and ran forward. You let out a scream as you swung your bat back, and smacking the creature in the back; hitting it with one or a couple of the nails. The creature turned to you, and your eyes found their way to it’s mouth. “Fuck you.” You mumbled, raising your hand to swing one final time.
You let out a yelp as it’s long fingers gripped your wrists, digging its claws into you. The bat was forced from your hands as it’s other hand pushed on your chest, knocking you back with a loud groan. You felt like you were going to throw up, watching it advance near you.
It’s mouth opened and it was as if time slowed down as you stared at what would be the cause of your death. Your eyes snapped shut in terror and your mouth was sealed tight, as you turned your head to the side and felt your breath grow frantic and your body grow hot. Though nothing ever came, and you heard a yelp of struggled before opening your eyes and finding Steve. In his hands held the nailed bat as he bashed it into the creature.
They were looking, but you didn’t care. You ran to him anyway.
Steve stumbled back in surprise as you bounded to him, falling into a embrace and wrapping your arms around him. Though he didn’t hesitate to return the gesture, and allowed his arms to fall around you. “You okay?” He asked softly, as you pulled back to gaze at him.
You looked down at your arm that had been attacked and the blood that was leaking through your sleeve. Steve seemed to notice and his face fell with worry but you shrugged it off, stepping away from him slightly and hugging yourself. “Thank you.” You mumbled, finally recognizing just exactly what you’d done and looked away in shame.
“Thank you?” Steve asked incredulously; “for what?”
“For coming back.” It was simple but Steve knew what it meant. That day, he hadn’t come back; when you needed him the most. You’d always been an outcast, your entire family truly was. But for some reason there was something about you Steve couldn’t stay away from and despite all the jokes and teases everyone at school made about you and your twin, Jonathan; Steve had fallen in love with you.
But of course everything with Will had happened and rumours spread that you and your brother had done it; which wasn’t true. And to save his own face, Steve had joined and left you. It took him a long time, too long, to realize the mistake he’d made and what he lost.
You weren’t sure why yourself; why you kept on running back to Steve. Why you even loved him in the first place. He was a dick to your brother and the two of you couldn’t be more opposite, but Steve had always been sweet to you. And it gave a break from the reality of your life.
Steve took the initiative and reached for your hand, grasping it. You felt yourself grow stiff as you turned your gaze back up at him. Steve looked sincere, even with all of the blood on his face which Jonathan had caused because of some stupid, immature comment he’d made about you. Even with the reality of that, Steve looked genuine. “It’s taken me too long to realize how much of a dick I was.” Steve finally spoke, and you bit your lip. “But i know now. And i’m sorry.”
You remained silent, taking a moment to glance back at Jonathan who was speaking with Nancy.
“And I’m not gonna do that to you again.” Steve grasped your chin, pulling your attention back on him so you could see that he truly meant it. “Ever again.”
You paused, staring into his dark eyes for a moment. After everything that had happened over the past week, you felt you deserved this. And you weren’t sure if it was the fact that your little brother was still missing, or that you’d just fought a monster or that you actually believed Steve; but you nodded, letting a smile fall on your face and grip his hand with renowned force.
this idea appeared in my mind after finishing season one yet again. so I hope you all like it!
A/N: It’s gonna be different from the previous version. I’m winging it as I change what I have previously written. Enjoy, guys!
The music ceased, the notes
drifting away and leaving silence between you and the prince. Doing him the
favor, you pulled away and turned around, not daring to look back and making
your way towards your parents. They wore beaming smiles, smacking you square in
the chest with guilt at the fact that all you held for your betrothed was
“How did it go?” questioned your
mother, offering you a glass of champagne. Staring at the glass first before
looking at her with a raised brow, you laughed in surprise at her scoff.
“You’re getting married, I think you can drink a single glass of champagne.”
“Well, you didn’t raise a fool,”
you murmured, pricking the glass from her hand and taking a few consecutive
sips. Chugging the liquid would have been preferable, you were at a public
event and had noticed more than a few flashes going off as you danced with
Prince James. The press had a penchant for being gossip mongers and it was
highly likely rumors were already flying through social media regarding you and
Let Me Treat You Right (1/2) *Billy Hargrove x R/Steve Harrington x R*
Summary: Steve Harrington x Reader where the last time you talked to Steve and Johnathan (you three + Nancy were really close but you still hang out with Nancy) was defeating the demogorgon for the first time, but you drifted apart bc you started dating Billy and it’s like lowkey a pretty toxic and controlling relationship but Y/N is blind to it and eventually Steve, through Nancy, reveals to you that Billy’s cheating on you and he’s in love with you Warnings: Obviously, toxic relationship. Pairings: Billy Hargrove x Reader & Mention, suggestion to Steve Harrington x Reader Written by: @guess-who-cares
I have some really great friends, I’ve been pretty busy with work and writing series that doing requests have been pushed to the back. But, my friends offered to write this request for me and I am forever grateful. - Rosalie
“(Y/n)! Where were you last night?” Your mother asked furiously as you came down the stairs slowly and shakily.
“I was here. Where else would I be?” You ask rubbing your temples as you sit down at the breakfast table, looking at the burnt toast that sat in front of you menacingly.
“I don’t know. Maybe with that boy Billy?” She asked as you choked down the breakfast she prepared. She was already pissed off. If you didn’t eat it… you don’t think you’d see the light of day again.
“We were in the yard. I wasn’t lying. I was here. I’m going to be late for school.” You said getting up, grabbing your books.
“Are you walking?” Your mother said in an exasperated tone.
“Billy’s picking me up.” There was a honk from outside. You could hear rock music playing in the car. “There he is!” The door slammed behind you ask you walked to the back seat of his car. His “sister”, Max, was sitting in the front seat.
“(Y/n)!” Billy called gruffly, “You’re sitting in the front. Max, get in the back.”
“What? But I was here first! She always sits in the front.” Max argued crossing her arms.
“Get in the back.” Billy repeated.
“Billy, it’s fine. I can sit in the back.” You said getting into the car and pulling the seatbelt into the buckle.
“Fine.” He said before hitting the gas and driving off in a hurry.
Nancy leaned on the hood of Steve’s car, reading over an English paper she needed to turn in that day. Steve watched her read quietly. His gentle stare was interrupted by a nearby group of girls pointing out the blue 1979 Camaro with the California license plate. “Here’s our guy.” He said to himself, earning Nancy’s attention.
“So they’re actually dating?” Nancy asked putting the papers back in order, standing at Steve’s side. The two watched as the redheaded girl in the front seat got out and slammed the door. Before walking away, Billy Hargrove and his mullet got out and yelled that she was ‘skating home’ and ‘this time it’s not a joke.’ His comment was returned with an aggressive middle finger. Steve nodded to himself in approval of the girl’s action.
“Do you think she knows that that boy is the biggest asshole on this planet?” Steve asked sincerely.
“I hope she does. She’s the kind of person to date a jerk because she thinks she can fix him.” Nancy said. You opened the car door as Billy got his stuff and checked his hair in the rearview mirror before coming to your side and putting his hands around your waist, keeping you from getting to class.
“You need to talk to her.” Steve said without taking his eyes off you. He watched you, trying to listen to what you were saying. All he could read from your lips was the word ‘no’. But you were smiling…
“I tried when she first started hanging out with him but she started pushing me away. She said she was always busy.” Nancy said glumly.
“Maybe I need to give it a shot then. I don’t want to see her get hurt.”
“Go for it then. I need to get to class. I’ll see you later.” Nancy said as she began to walk away.
Billy grabbed you by the waist before you could walk off to class. “Hey baby.” He said smirking, “I had fun last night. What about you?”
“My head hurts and my mom asked where I was last night.” You said as Billy began swaying from side to side.
“Aw… I’m sorry about that. We’ll change the plan a little next time.” He kissed you on the forehead. You smiled before leaning your head on his chest. “You know what we need to do next time though, right?” He added. You lifted your head and backed away from his body a little bit.
“Billy, I’ve already told you no.” You said with a very unintentional smile on your face. You were set with how you felt about having sex with him. You’ve told him before but for some stupid reason you couldn’t say it with a straight face. Every time he’d suggest it and every time you would say no but it worked to no avail.
“You’re coming with me to Jimmy King’s party though.” He said.
“I was hoping to go with Nancy. I haven’t talked to her in so long and I feel bad abo-”
“But you never spend time with me! All you do is talk about how much you miss your friends but I’m right here. I’m a good friend right?”
“Come on! I bring you to all the fun parties, people know you, people respect you. What else could you want?” Billy said putting on a convincing pitty-worthy face.
“I want to spend time with Nancy, Steve, and Jonathan.”
“Jonathan? Who’s that? Zombie boy’s brother, right?” Billy asked scoffing lightly. Before you could manage an answer, you caught movement out of the corner of your eye. You turned to see Steve walking up to you with a friendly smile on his face.
“Steve!” You said running over to give him a big hug.
“Hey (y/n)! I have to get to class soon but I was wondering if I could talk to you after school today.”
“Yeah! Where do you want to meet?”
“Just back here I guess.” Steve said. You felt a pair of hands on your shoulders. Billy rest his chin on the top of your head.
“I thought we were going to the movies after school today.” He whined quietly as he stared Steve dead in the eyes.
“Oh… oh yeah. Can we just see the movie later?” You suggested timidly.
“Yeah… I guess that’s fine… Meet me at my locker in a bit.” Steve watched Billy walk away with his hand in a fist and his lips pressed into a line.
“What’s wrong?” You asked suddenly feeling like a weight was lifted from your chest.
“You’re actually… Nothing. Nothing. Nevermind. Just meet me back here after school.”
(Again, thank you to Anna, who wrote this. This is such a good thing also, I am happy to post this to my blog – on to my next point, if you’re a writer and don’t really want to create a blog, you’re welcome to submit your works to my blog of your writings and they’ll be posted. - Rosalie)
Word Count: 3468 (This is the danger you run with sending me Steve requests, okay?)
“Thought; spontaneously dragging Steve of Bucky into random makeout sessions throughout the day and then just leaving him out of breath as you continue in with your business” AND “
OMG burden of proof was tooooo CUTE!! I saw that the request had an ‘or Steve’ as well!! Please please please please!! But like you’re actually in a relationship, and just blushy flustered Steve– oh lord Sarah, please!!”
Warnings: Language, weird threats, and much kissing
A/N: Hey, guys, remember me? IT’S A MIRACLE! I finally finished something. Oh my God. It’s been so long. I may have forgotten how to do this. I’m getting nervous.
you kidding me, man? That’s a great idea! I’m happy for you.”
voice reached you as if through a long tunnel as you turned the corner into the
kitchen, eyes still half closed with sleep, hair very much disheveled. The
wide, hopeful grin on Steve’s face brought a sparkle to his eyes and drew a
blissful sigh from your lips. Both men stiffened in surprise as your happy
sound alerted them of your presence, and Sam pursed his lips to hide a smile as
he turned to search aimlessly through the cabinets. Steve cleared his throat
nervously, but when he turned to face you his expression was bright and open.
morning, sweetheart,” he said with a soft smile as you shuffled sleepily into
his open arms.
you mumbled, your voice muffled as you snuggled into his chest.
sun only rises for you, love and light of my life,” Sam called to you, earning
an eye roll from Steve and a quiet giggle from you.
we that gross?” you asked thoughtfully, lifting your head to look up at Steve.
Summary: After having a nightmare, Bucky gets closer to you.
Word Count: 1,953
Cold sweat running down his face,
Bucky flung the sheets off his body and staggered out of bed. Clutching his
chest with his flesh hand, he let his nails dig into his bare skin, anchoring
him to the present time. He blinked repeatedly, eyes quickly getting used to
the darkness around him, the moon just barely peeking through the blinds.
Heart beating rapidly, he took a
deep breath as he padded across the room and made a beeline to the kitchen. It
was easy enough to pry open the refrigerator and grab a cold bottle of water.
Bucky almost broke it as he tore the lid off and brought it up to his lips,
gulping it all down within seconds.
He leaned against the kitchen
counter using the heels of his hands, body curving slightly as he stretched,
got his body used to being awake after being stuck in deep sleep, in a
I'm watching the sound of music and it got my thinking about a stony au lol Steve or Tony as the Father of all the little shit avengers
You know I’ve been stewing over this because either of them could be Georg Von Trapp, but I’ve finally decided: It’s Steve.
Steve, whose wife died (Peggy? Sharon? Nameless Female Character?), and he has all these children that she bore or adopted and he doesn’t know how to relate to them or properly care for them–Bruce has anger issues, Thor and Loki are either the best of friends or at each others’ throats with no in-between, Clint won’t do anything unless he’s ordered to, Natasha is even quieter than usual, Sam is trying to hold all the kids together, and Scott keeps looking at everyone with confusion because his mommy’s gone. Steve enacts the strict military discipline out of desperation–he doesn’t know what else to do. And he’s–he’s so different since his wife died, the kids are kind of–kind of afraid of him. Steve didn’t used to be like this.
Enter Tony, who fled to the convent from Obadiah after his parents had died (or been killed idk). But he doesn’t really fit in. He’d been religious as far as ‘Mom makes me go to church’ but not actually spiritual. He tries to do as he’s told! But he just wasn’t made for it, he guesses. Unfortunately he doesn’t really have anywhere else to go, so he keeps trying. The Mother Abbess character sees this and appreciates this, but decides that Tony would be happier elsewhere and he should be safe enough at an estate as big and walled off as Captain Rogers’s, so sends him to be the kids’ nanny and tutor. (Tony had been a good student until his parents died. He has plenty to teach.)
Tony is appalled by how strict Steve is but understands that different families have different ways of doing things BUT LOKI PUT A FROG IN HIS POCKET AH. “You’re lucky,” Pepper, the housekeeper, tells him. “Last time it was a snake.” Tony is going to kick all of these kids’ asses but nicely. So at supper he thanks them for the gift, because obviously he’d been a little scared and lonely, coming into a new home with people he didn’t know. (Loki, Clint, and Scott cry. Steve wants to scold Tony but he’d actually sounded very sincere. Steve has no idea what’s going on. “Daddy, you’re squinting,” Natasha tells him. “You’re not handsome like that.” Steve squawks, but he doesn’t squint suspiciously at everyone anymore either, so.)
There’s a storm. Tony nearly flings his book out the window when Scott bursts into the room in tears. He brings Scott in for a cuddle, dries his tears, tells him it’s alright. Scott just sobs and clings to him. Tony is about to reassure him further when Natasha, Clint, and Loki appear at his door in various states of distress. (Natasha looks as straight-faced as ever but she’s there so she must be frightened somehow, Tony reasons.) He invites them all onto the bed with him to wait until the storm dies down. “Now all we have to do is wait for the older boys,” Tony says, and Loki scoffs. “You won’t catch them in here. They’re too big to be scared.” Lightning crashes. Bruce and Thor appear at the door. Tony hides a smile behind his hand and says, “I don’t suppose you were scared.” Bruce awkwardly wipes his glasses on his shirt. Thor simply replies, “I was searching for Loki because storms frighten him!” Loki hisses at him like an angry cat, but then there’s the roll of thunder, and Bruce and Thor leap onto the bed so swiftly that Tony’s actually impressed.
“Why does the sky do that?” Scott sniffles. “Well,” Tony starts, rubbing his back, and then decides he can start teaching them now, since that’s technically what he’s there for, and he explains thunder, lightning, and what causes those specific kinds of storms. Steve happens upon them when he goes to do his final check of his children for the night and finds them all gone from their beds. “It’s past your bedtime,” he tells them sternly, instead of You were all gone and I was so scared or Why didn’t you come to me? The kids all slide off of Tony’s bed, disappointed but understanding, and trudge past Steve to go to bed, no longer afraid of the storm. “Daddy!” Scott crows, tugging at his pocket. Steve squats in front of him. “Yes, Scott?” “Mr. Tony told us why the sky makes those big noises!” Scott tells him guilelessly. “The lightning leaves a hole and then the hole makes noise!” “That’s great, Scott,” Steve says, and Scott beams proudly. “But it’s time to go to bed.” “Goodnight Daddy!” Scott replies obediently and then runs off to his room.
“I hope I didn’t overstep,” Tony says hurriedly as Steve stands, stone-faced. “He just came in and I–I wanted to make the thunder less scary for them.” “You did a good job, Tony,” Steve managed, even though jealousy was a thick weight in the pit of his stomach, because why would his children run to Tony instead of him? He was trying his hardest. “I was on my way up to see you,” he adds, not a total lie. “I’ve got to go out of town. Business.” “Oh,” Tony says, and is kind of terrified of being basically in charge of seven children. “Oh, okay.” “Pepper will know how to reach me if there’s a problem,” Steve adds, the jealousy soothed at the momentary look of horror that crosses Tony’s face, even though it’s an unfairly cute face.
Characters: reader, Bucky, Tony Stark, Steve, others mentioned.
Summary: After leaving the small town life behind, you’ve worked hard to make your dreams come true. When something unexpected brings you home, you’re brought back to the place where everything changed. Timing is everything and now there just might be a second chance with the man you left behind.
A/N: Whoo, boy, you guys. It was a little odd writing Steve and Bucky meeting. Even as an AU. haha. :D Hope you like their interaction, though! I really thought this would be the end, but surprise! An epilogue is coming. I do love a good epilogue. Hope you do, too! And I also hope you like this part! Please let me know your thoughts!! All feedback is welcome. I love you guys.
Your eyes flew wide and within seconds, you discovered the man’s perfectly styled dirty-blond hair and a pair of bright blue eyes met yours from across the room. He smiled and raised a hand in greeting before making his way toward you.
“Is that Steve Rogers?” Bucky asked with a tone of admiration in his voice. “Looks like he’s headed this way. Are you two close friends?”
“Um…” you hesitated, watching Steve’s progress across the room as he continued to shake hands and greet people along the way. “About that. There’s something I should probably tell you…”
“What is it?”
You shifted nervously, glancing at the approaching Steve before returning your gaze to Bucky. “Remember how I was seeing someone and broke it off just before I came back into town?” you asked quietly, then hesitating.
“Uh…I guess so, why…” Bucky began, then pausing as the light came on and his eyes grew wide. “You and…he…you were dating Steve Rogers before me?” he hissed at a whisper.
I loved your idea and sort of tweaked it a little to work for me. I hope you enjoy this! ***********************
It had been Visions idea, to change FRIDAYS programming.
“Anthony.” He phased through a wall and into Tony’s lab, feeling bad when Tony jumped and turned around, a hand to his chest. “Forgive me for startling you.”
“No you’re fine.” Tony was still leaning over his desk, rubbing his heart. “Just a little jumpy. Still getting used to you just…moving through the walls like that.”
“I will endeavor to use the door next time.” Vision offered and Tony smiled weakly.
“Thanks. So what can I do for you?” Tony kicked a chair out and waited for Vision to sit down. “Is everything alright?”
“All is well.” Vision assured him, fixing his steady gaze on Tony’s face, taking in the stress lines and tired eyes. “You, however, are not.”
“Vis.” Tony rolled his eyes and turned back to his desk. “I’m fine. What else is on your mind?”
“I was thinking,” Vision began slowly. “That perhaps you could rewrite FRIDAYs programming to resemble someone more familiar to you.”
“I don’t understand why–”
“I am aware that you flinch every time I speak.” Vision continued, and watched Tony do exactly that- flinch away from the words as if they hurt him. “And I am aware that it is because you hear traces of JARVIS in my voice, even though I am not JARVIS. I am aware that I physically represent someone you lost, whether JARVIS was an AI or not.”
“Vision we have been over and over this, it’s not a problem. A little weird at first to have my AI–”
“– you’re best friend.” Vision interrupted smoothly. “I am well aware that I have come into existence at the expense of the last few pieces of your best friend. I am simply suggesting that perhaps you reprogram FRIDAY to also emulate someone from your childhood, as you did JARVIS. Perhaps it would help with how lonely you are.”
“Maybe.” Tony was turning his pen over and over through his fingers. “I don’t…hate that idea. I just wouldn’t want to hurt FRIDAYS feelings by–”
“Boss, it’s ridiculous to think I would be upset over somethin’ like that.” FRIDAY interjected, startling them both. “While I hold that you canna program a woman, I am not opposed to bein’ fine tuned to remind you of some one you love.”
“Oh.” Tony’s eyes widened and he glanced up at the ceiling. “Well, as long as you are on board with it, dear.” He grinned then, and Vision smiled as well. It was always so amusing to watch Tony interact with the AI as if she was a flesh and bone human woman.
“Thank you, Vis.” Tony said seriously. “I hadn’t thought about doing that, and I love the idea. I know exactly who to model FRIDAY after.”
“May I ask–?”
“My Aunt Peggy.” Tony’s fingers were already flying over his keyboard. “The only woman who could beat my ass and then turn around and wipe my tears and then scold me in her very next breath because I was being ridiculous.”
“Peggy Carter of SHIELD.”
“Exactly.” Tony smiled for real this time. “That’s exactly right.”
Would you be willing to take a request for being Steve’s twin sister and dating Jonathan? Maybe Steve finding out about the relationship, a bit of angst with a happy ending?
Word count: 1.541
Posted: 14th of November 2017
A/N: It’s my second Steve imagine and I am so happy that I received too many notes in the other one. Thank you so much, guys! I hope that you enjoy every imagine that I write.
Anyway, thank you for requesting this. I really had fun and I wish I would have an overprotective brother like him.
P.S.: I love Steve so much that it hurts!
- G. x
“Bye, Jonathan!” You sweetly greeted your
boyfriend right after you gave him a quick peck on his red lips.
It was already late and the street was empty and dark, but you still
wouldn’t let Jonathan walk you to your house’s front door. It was not because
you were ashamed of him or of dating him, but because you knew that your twin
brother, Steve, would be furious if he ever found your relationship out.
“Bye, (Y/N).” His face was enlightened with his most beautiful smile.
“Have a good night.”
“I will.” You nodded as you caressed his cheek with your thumb. “Please
drive safely, okay?”
“Don’t worry, I will.” He grabbed the hand that rested on his face and
squeezed it gently. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” You sweetly responded and you both leant in to close
the gap between the two of you with a passionate kiss.
It was hard to leave him, because you loved spending time with him. You
had a strong bond, also because you shared same hobbies and ambitions. You also
had a great confidence, that let you talk about everything without any
“Bye!” You waved as soon as you got out of his car and you quietly ran
towards your front door. Jonathan started his car once he assured himself that
you got home safe.
You silently twisted your keys, hoping that no one would notice your
presence. Your house was spacious enough and you thought that no one would hear
you if they were already staying in their rooms on the second floor.
“So,” Your brother popped up in front of you as you closed the door
behind you. “is Jonathan your boyfriend now?”
“Jesus, Steve!” Your eyes grew wide in shock and you even held your chest
as you thought that your heart was about to come out. “Why are you still up?”
“Answer my question first!” He fiercely asked, slowly corrugating his
forehead. You rolled your eyes when you noticed that he was trying to make an
eye contact. He was serious and he demanded you to answer his question.
“Stop it, Steve!” You walked past him and you took the stairs, making
your way to your room. “Mind your own business.”
“This is my business, (Y/N)!” He shouted, surely waking your parents up.
You were frightened of your brother’s actions, also because he has never acted
in this way in the past. “Don’t worry, they are not home yet.”
You shrugged your shoulders, telling him that you weren’t afraid for
them, but for him. “Stop acting like them, Steve!” You started walking once
again and, obviously, your brother nonchalantly followed you.
“So, is he?” He insisted. You turned your room’s lights on before
carelessly plopping yourself on your comfortable and beloved bed.
“If I say no, would you ever believe me?” You bravely challenged him.
You were being annoying and sarcastic, but Steve would never leave you until he
obtained an answer from you. He was determined to know everything about your
relationship with Jonathan.
“No!” He answered as he stood under your doorway. You unleashed a long
and heavy sigh since you were already tired of dealing with your brother.
“Exactly!” You rolled your eyes in response. You saw him walking inside
the room and sat beside you.
“I saw you kissing him, (Y/N)! Of course, I would never believe you if
you have ever said no.” He pointed out, making you blush a little at the
thought of the kiss. You weren’t good at hiding things and you already knew
what would happen next: Steve furiously blabbering about your relationship with
“Then why ask, Steve!?” You sassily fired back. He crossed his arms as
he turned his body towards your direction to face you without any problems.
“Why didn’t you tell me about it?” He was offended, he really was. You
have always told him everything about your life, but the most important thing
slipped your mind. Not really, because the real reason was you were afraid of
how he would react, just like what was happening. You comprehended, though, why
he was acting in that way- He was your only sibling and you always understood
each other, mostly when it came to violating your parents rules. He has always
protected you from everything, standing up and staying beside you when you
needed him the most.
“Because I knew that this would happen!” You answered once you broke your
deep thought. You took your forces to sit once again so you could consider
Steve’s hazel coloured eyes. “I knew that you would freak out.”
“I have the right to freak out!” He arrogantly announced. “I am your big
brother and I should know what is happening with you, I should look after you.”
“Well, my dear Steve, you are just ten minutes older than me and it
doesn’t matter if I am a girl, I am aware of how to take care of myself.” You
sarcastically said, annoying your brother even more. He pinched your nose,
since he was already full of your trash, obviously vexed because of how you
“You are still my sister, (Y/N)!” He angrily shouted, being the
protective brother that he was. “I need to know that you are safe, that you are
in a good company!”
“Steve, you know who Jonathan is. He is cool and a gentleman. He would
never hurt me, not even with a flower. Stop being an overprotective one,
because I obviously don’t need you to live my life in a peaceful way!” You
blurted out, shouting some awful things to your brother as you were fed up of
his actions. He shot you a death glare and he opened his mouth to tell you
something, but quickly closed it as no words came out.
An awkward silence has been created between the two of you. You
exaggerated and you hurt him with your words. You loved him so much, but he was
too overprotective, stressing your nerves more than your parents did. You
needed him, you have always needed him and you didn’t mean to spit those words
out of your mouth, you spat them as if they were a deathly venom in your mouth.
“Steve,” You murmured, slowly turning yourself towards his gaze. You
considered his upset eyes but he quickly looked away. “sorry.”
“I get it, (Y/N). It’s fine.” He coldly responded, slowly nodding as he
processed your words in his brain. “I’m sorry for
You stayed in silence once again. The room was quiet and peaceful, but
there was a tension between the two of you. The atmosphere wasn’t bearable as
you started to feel guilty. You hurt him.
“Are you happy with him?” It was his turn to murmur and you nodded in
response. You were really happy with Jonathan and you could never deny that. “Then I am also happy for you.”
“Steve, stop it.” You grabbed his arm, slowly turning his body towards
your direction. He looked like a sniveling dog, offended and unloved. “I didn’t
mean to tell you those things, okay? I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay, (Y/N).” He flashed you his sweetest smile. He was calmer
than before and you thought that he was just tricking you. “I know how much
pressure I gave you, I just wanted to know that you are safe. I didn’t want for
you to get a boyfriend, also because you are my baby sister. You are still my
little princess, nevertheless our age difference isn’t that far. Yes, ten minutes isn’t that far.”
You slowly tortured your lower lip as you felt guilty. “I’m really
sorry, Steve.” You sincerely apologized.
“It’s fine, really. As long as you are happy, then I am happy. But
remember that he better not touch you nor hurt you, because I will break his
bones if ever.” He cheerfully blurted out, slowly having a little smirk as he
thought of the eldest son of the Byers.
“Thank you, Steve.” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and he
caressed your cheek with his hand. “Please don’t take my words seriously, I
obviously need you. I always did and I always will. I am still your princess,
your keeper. Don’t worry about Jonathan, he will never take your sister away
from you.” You sweetly and gently mumbled. “We are a team here, right?”
“Right,” He let out some soft chuckles as he forgot of Jonathan. He
shook his thoughts off once you assured him that you would never leave him.
“because I need you too.”
“I know, Steve Harrington!” You giggled and he just shook his head for
your modesty. He slowly wrapped his muscular arms around you, pulling your body
closer to him, and you shared an affectionate hug.
“Peace?” Steve curiously asked. You let out a loud laugh as you found
your brother’s actions dorky.
Siblings usually had this abnormal way of living: sometimes you would be
a team, you would be inseparable, you would be affectionate and sweet and most
times you would fight over the most nonsense stuffs, but it was one of the most
beautiful things of being siblings: to fight and make up right after.
Thank you for letting me write this, @bucky-plums-barnes! I hope I did it justice! I’m not happy at
certain parts and I might cut edit it in the future. Sorry it took so
long. Hope anyone who reads this enjoys my attempt at writing fluff.
Casual Reminder that English isn’t my first language so if there’s any errors
gladly point them out so I can improve.
“Bucky, what the hell is that?” you asked, clearly
appalled at what your eyes had settled on. Bucky, who was busy carrying the
stroller and trying miserably to fold the
damn thing before putting it away into the closet, raised an eyebrow at
your direction before turning to see what you were looking at.
“Oh my God” was all he could verbalize. The first thing
he thought was ‘How in the world did that
thing managed to get into the house?’ as he approached it skeptically.
Just as you were about to say something, the bundle in
your arms begin to fidget and whimper.
You stared at the leaves falling from the trees. It was quite
breathtaking, at the most. Utterly beautiful. First a green leaf, then shortly
afterwards a yellow leaf stained with bits of orange and green. They hit the
ground lightly, making no sound effects. You could stay there all day,
observing the utmost gorgeous pattern of the leaves dying off of the trees.
I wrote altogether seven ficlets for Not Without You Anthology backers earlier this year. One of them I posted (expanded) as Brunch brunch baby, and two are under edits for expansion, but the rest I’m gonna dump here.
“I made you a sweater,” Bucky says as he materializes next to the couch and dumps something light and blue on Steve’s head.
Steve flails a little, taken by surprise, until he can untangle the warm fabric on his face, put his book down, and take a look. It’s a thin cable-knit sweater in a really nice shade of blue, and the yarn is incredibly soft when Steve pets it a little.
“What’s this, Buck?” he asks, fascinated by the fluffiness of the yarn.
“Sweater,” Bucky grunts and stalks to the armchair, curling up in it, hackles raised like an angry cat. He’s been skittish and in a bad mood lately, avoiding Steve and keeping to his room, where he’s undoubtedly been knitting this whole time. Bucky has his ups and downs, and Steve’s used to giving him space, but crafting is a new and not unwelcome development.
“It’s early June,” Steve says, still petting the knit. “It’s not exactly sweater weather.”
“If you don’t like it, you can just say so,” Bucky snaps, leaps up from the armchair and tries to snag the sweater back, but Steve pulls it away before he can grab it and go back to his room. Bucky looks pissed off, but there’s genuine upset in the downturned curve of his mouth, and Steve realizes he’s been kind of a tool.
“Hey, hey, Bucky,” Steve says, tucking the sweater between himself and the back of the couch and taking Bucky’s hand. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sound like that.”
Bucky looks down and away, his body tight and coiled like a spring, but he doesn’t shake Steve’s loose hold off.
“It’s really nice, baby,” Steve says softly, sincerely, and scoots back a little so that he can gently tug Bucky to sit in the vee of his legs. Bucky comes easily enough so that Steve knows the closeness isn’t unwelcome. When Steve carefully wraps his arms around Bucky and pulls him against his chest, it’s like flipping a switch: all tension goes out of Bucky’s body, and he sags back, tired and pliant, feeling small and vulnerable in Steve’s arms.
Steve kisses the crown of Bucky’s head, inhaling the familiar smell of his shampoo. Up close the shadows under Bucky’s eyes are deep and livid like bruises, like he hasn’t slept in days, and Steve’s heart breaks a little at the thought of him sitting in his room, knitting away the dark hours of the night. “Thank you, I love it.”
“It’s baby alpaca,” Bucky mumbles and burrows closer, tucking his head under Steve’s chin. He’s starting to slur a little, drifting towards sleep. “Liked the color.”
Steve squeezes Bucky a little, kisses his hair again, and settles in for a nap.