#smitten steve

Nancy: “Is it Billy Hargrove?”

Billy figured he must be turning bitch because Kathy Johnson had asked him to take his cig outside since there was no smoking in her parents’ house and really, who would have a party where you couldn’t smoke in the house? And when did Billy become a polite guest? 

Maybe the only thing more irritating to him than shivering in the frigid January air to smoke outside of a fucking party by himself was the sight of Steve Harrington wobbling drunkenly over to him. 

“Harrrrgrove.” Beer sloshed from the side of Harrington’s red plastic cup as he grabbed Billy’s arms. His stupid giant brown eyes were glassy and a little bloodshot. “I gotta ask you something. ‘sthis deck moving?”

Billy held Harrington steady as he swayed a little. “No, Harrington. We’re standing still and you’re fucking hammered. Now will you fuck off?” 

Harrington had the nerve to pout. “But I didn’t ash you.” He held up his finger and wrinkled his eyebrows and concentrated. “Ask you. I didn’t ask you yet.” He smelled like beer and Obsession and hair spray. He polished off the beer in his cup and threw it on the deck. 

Something warm unfurled in Billy’s chest at Harrington looking so cute and being so sloppy. Maybe Billy smiled a little bit and tugged Harrington a hair closer. But just like a tiny bit. “Fine. Fire away, amigo.”

Harrington grinned wide and slurred slowly. “Are you. Like. A headbanger?” He fell into a fit of giggles. “Are you a headbanger, Hargrove? Do you, yknow. Go to concerts and like.” He lolled his head back and forth in what could be possibly construed as an attempt at headbanging.

Harrington listed to the side when he bobbed his head a bit too hard and Billy wrenched him upright. “Oh. Mm. Thanks, Hargrove.” He held Billy’s gaze. He was very close to Billy’s face. “You wan’ headbang with me?” 

“Harrington, no-”

And before Billy could stop it, Steve had lightly clocked his head right against Billy’s. “Easy there Harrington. You alright?” He ran his fingers over Harrington’s forehead.

Harrington stood and looked at Billy, transfixed, mouth open. “Your eyes are so blue. Like Lake Michigan.” Harrington seemed a little breathless and Billy’s heart started hammering in his throat. 

Suddenly Harrington’s lips were on Billy’s and it was phenomenal and Billy kissed him back and it was everything Billy wanted and all of those rumors about how Harrington kissed were true but. 

But.

Billy pulled back, and it might have been the hardest thing he’d ever done, to pull away from Steve Harrington’s lips and their perfect fucking kisses. “You’re a little drunk, compadre.” 

“Mmm. C’n I tell you a secret?”

“Sure.” 

Harrington leaned in and whispered against Billy’s ear. “I wanted to do that at Halloween. Because you were hot. You’re hot.” 

“Harrington. You’re hammered. You don’t know -- ”

“I do though. Wanted to do that when you apol-” He hiccuped. “Apologized to me. And outside the Byers’. During our game. On New Year’s Eve.” He pressed his cheek to Billy’s. “When you stretch n’ your shirt rides up. And.” He sighed. “Wanna kiss you all the time.” 

Billy pulled Steve’s fingers to his lips and kissed them. “Tell me that when you’re sober, pretty boy.” 

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Steve's not twitterpated. Really he's not. Bucky's just a total badass and his future husband is all.

ﾟ･:，｡★·͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩Captain America: The Mock Poster Project✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙★，｡･:･ﾟ                                  THE WINTER SOLDIER

I don’t think I properly introduced this project, but here’s me, recreating famous (romantic) movie posters with the Captain America characters. The hope is to create one for each movie of the trilogy.   as opposed to 6 billions for the Winter Soldier and none for Civil War because SO MANY CHARACTER Each poster is gonna feature the most iconic Stucky line of each movie (”Not Without You”, “I’m With You Till The end of The Line”, and possibly “Your Bucky”), and credits as similar as possible to the *actual* Captain America poster. Today’s choice was Titanic (1997) by James Cameron. It was my first pick, and I never wavered (even if I *might*, if time allows, work on my second and third pick, too). And the more I think about it, the better it fits. The sinking ship. The lovers separated by catastrophe.  *Here you can find my tumblr post and art for Captain America: THE FIRST AVENGER based on Gone with the Wind (1939)

Prompts: Affection, new.

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“What do you mean SHIELD has a postnatal ward?” Stevens asked, shooting Director Carter the most dumbfounded look he could manage.

Carter sighed and then rolled her eyes at him, “You asked me where Doctor Potts was.”

Whatever expression he was wearing seemed to gain Carter’s sympathy. “It was his idea, we have some excellent services here, and he suggested we extend it towards childcare. Our employees and their families have been making use of the new building and its services.”

Stevens was out of the chair and through the door before she finished her sentence. He prowled all the way across the compound to the next building. It was relatively new. Potts had been especially gleeful about all the shiny new appliances he had been able to order in. Stevens hadn’t been paying proper attention when he was being informed of this a few months ago, distracted by the way Potts was twirling a screwdriver between his long fingers.

Obviously that had been a mistake, because if Stevens had paid attention he would have known about this earlier. He wasn’t even surprised to find Wilson there, likely waiting for him. A few junior agents had congregated too, sipping hot coffee from their SHIELD mugs while trying, and failing, to hold back their giggles.

Wilson sipped his own coffee, “I only found out about it three weeks ago, I was wondering how long it would take you.”

“Hnngh” Stevens said.

Wilson patted his shoulder sympathetically.

Potts was either ignorant of the commotion he had created, or he wasn’t paying it any heed. He cooed softly at the baby in his arms, a delicate newborn who still relied on smells and sounds. Potts hummed under his breath looking beyond delighted.

A nurse gave them an understanding look before he walked into the room to speak to the doctor. Potts didn’t take his eyes off the baby, and was he-

The junior agent with a pair of thick glasses standing to Stevens’ left, swooned. “Oh Sarah, he’s dancing for the baby.” He muttered to the girl clutching at his arm.

“I’m totally applying to transfer the next rotation. I heard there were two positions still vacant” Sarah said, cheeks flushed and eyes determined.

Stevens wondered if he could request a transfer too. Stevens would be a great junior agent.

“Captain.” Wilson reminded him, amused. Stevens wondered if he had spoken that last bit out loud. Potts looked up then, his brown eyes light with untethered affection, the lines around his eyes deeper, but he looked so relaxed, so happy, as he met Stevens’ eyes through the glass. Stevens’ didn’t think it was possible, but Potts’ expression brightened further, and he lifted the baby in his arms to show Stevens how adorable his little charge was.

“Mrrph” Stevens said.

Wilson was nice enough to not laugh out loud, but Stevens could feel him shaking through the hand still attached to his shoulder.