#oblivious steve

[foulwitchknight]

A!Eddie was attracted to Steve since high school and it showed up in his scent. So much so that he became a target for bullies. Steve being a beta (and having a weaker nose)didn’t realize the true reason for Eddies bullying but nonetheless always jumped in to get people to back off of him. It’s one of the reasons people thought Steve would be Alpha and Eddie ends up falling for him even more.

[blushweddinggowns]

Would love to see your take on 23 or 28 good potential for fluff or angst or maybe both?

I am such a fluffy bitch! I can't help myself. If I get another one of these I will do angst because I need to work on that. But for now fluffy bullshit is my safe place <3

But I will say this tickled my uh not sfw brain, so watch out for a possible ao3 E addition the other prompt. Maybe! (Probably. the potenial of "Come and get your fix" is insane) But this is "Was it worth it?"

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Honestly? You'd think Steve would be used to this by now. He was just not the guy that anyone wanted to be with. First there was Nancy, the worst heartbreak he ever had. Then there was Robin, which was better but still kind of sucked. Until Steve realized that oh, wow, this girl is literally my long lost sister. So with that, he had to admit that he was pretty grateful that she was gay as hell. The alternative would have been an absolute disaster. But even before all of that, girls just didn't like being with him. Or at least staying with him.

He was too much of a hopeless romantic, too clingy, too weird. He always fell beneath expectations. People expected him to be cool, suave, to actually match the whole "King Steve" label and be the high school dream boat that he should be. But...Steve just wasn't like that. He wanted too much too fast, always opening up and sharing shit that made people uncomfortable. That made them pull away and find someone less annoying. So he'd retreat back into the popular boy thing, be charming and a little dickish, find a new girlfriend, and start the process all over again.

People just... didn't like going there with him. Not when there were better options. It felt like the only one who could really handle him was Robin. And lately... Eddie Munson.

Eddie Munson who was currently in the middle of crushing all of his feelings into the dust.

He thought...Steve wasn't sure what he thought. But it felt like over the past year they had been moving somewhere, to something more. They were friends by circumstance, from all the Upside Down shit and then with Steve being Dustin's chauffer to the hospital for visits. It had all been so simple at first. They would all talk as a group, it would be fun, and then they'd be on there way until Dustin called him up next. Until one day Steve just went by himself. He wasn't quite sure why he did, but the bright smile that lit up Eddie's face when he saw him made sure that he'd keep doing it.

And they would talk for a long time. For a stupid amount of time honestly, all the way until the nurses kicked him out for getting Eddie too rowdy and excited. But it didn't stop when he got out of the hospital. Steve just started going to house, helping him and his uncle out as they got to know each other more. It's not like he had anything else going on. He just never expected Eddie Munson of all people to slowly become the center of his life.

They just... clicked. In a way that no one had expected, least of all them. They were so different, but they also weren't. Not in the ways that mattered. Besides, Steve liked all the play fights and debates they would have over music and movies. He liked ribbing each other over their taste in clothes and their mutual inability to get girls. He loved it even more when Eddie came out to him in the silliest possible way.

"I can't get girls because I'm gay as fuck and they can sense it. You can't get girls because every straight woman that lives here is apparently stupid. Can being too hot ruin your dating life?"

At the time it had made Steve laugh. It also stirred... something in his chest. Something warm and nice that he didn't have time to examine, not when he was too busy reassuring Eddie that yes, he's okay with it. But no, girls couldn't smell it on him. Not that Eddie cared but Steve actually had 0 clue on why no one was interested in him. Just because he was gay didn't mean the girls of Hawkins high knew that. Why weren't they fawning over him? He was so freaking pretty, and creative and fun and...and that's how Steve realized he wasn't as straight as he thought he was.

And because Steve was Steve that meant that he had to make things weird. He started doing stupid shit, like staring at Eddie's perfect mouth all the time, wearing his clothes with permission, just to smell him throughout the day. They started giving each other little nick names, stupid shit that was so close to being romantic. Like sunshine and angel. They started sleeping in the same bed together, spending more nights with each other than apart. Steve would wake up with Eddie wrapped around him, clinging to him like...like they were something more.

And it felt good. Comfortable and safe. And Steve really thought that this had been different. That whatever was going on with him had to be going on with Eddie too.

But now here he was, standing shell-shocked in his kitchen while his very good friend was trying to talk to him about his crush. His crush that had nothing to do with Steve. It wasn't exactly shocking that Steve had made all of that flirtation up in his head. It wouldn't be the first time, he was just delusional like that.

But that didn't stop his heart from breaking when Eddie said, "So...there's this guy whose like, insanely hot? And I think he might be into me. But... I don't really know what to do about it."

Steve really did not want to hear about this. He didn't like it, the horrifying thought of Eddie getting a boyfriend. Because what partner would be cool with them cuddling up together in bed? Who would be down to have their boyfriend's creepy buddy hanging around them all the time? Calling them stupid shit like sunshine? It wasn't going to happen. And acknowledging that hurt...so much more than Steve had expected.

But Steve was a good friend. That was probably the only thing he had going for him. He'd get past it. He always did. He was just going to have to completely restructure the life he had built around Eddie. That's all.

He shoved his feelings back, smiling despite the fact that he felt like he was dying a little inside, "Oh yeah? Tell me about him."

Steve wasn't sure why he asked that. And the dreamy smiled on Eddie's face when he started talking wasn't helping, "He is just awesome dude. Total catch, an absolute sweetheart. And he just fits with me y'know? And, um, I think he feels the same way. But I'm not sure. I'm too much of a bitch to even ask if he's into dudes. I don't know if telling him is worth the risk."

Part of Steve wanted to be a real piece of shit with that. To tell him that yeah, it's not a good idea. He's probably straight and definitely wouldn't be good for him. They wouldn't love him like Steve could. But that didn't exactly count as being a good friend, did it?

Steve kept it all back, his smile tight when he said, "I think that sometimes the risk can be worth it. Do you think he's worth it?"

Eddie laughed, like Steve said something funny instead of trying to be sincere. But he was smiling, staring down at the counter as he fiddled with his rings, "If it worked out, it would probably be the best thing that ever happened to me."

Steve really really did not need to hear that. He could feel his eyes getting wet. He needed to wrap this shit up and send Eddie on his way to mystery man's house before he started crying, "If that's how you feel then go for it man. He'd be lucky to have you."

Steve's voice broke on the last word, something he tried to hide behind a cough. He just wanted this to be over already.

"I think I'd be lucky to have him," Eddie said with a shrug, "But... do you really think I should? Just go for it?"

"Yeah dude, why not tonight even? If he's not doing anything else you can just hop right over," Steve was willing to sign up for anything that got him out of here faster.

Eddie laughed again, completely out of place. He was circling the counter, coming to a stop in front of Steve with a nervous little smile, "You really think so?"

Why did he have to look at him like that? With this big doe eyes, filled with hope. It was silly, what Steve thought didn't even matter, this had nothing to do with him. But that little fact wasn't helping to clear the lump in his throat.

Steve nodded, not trusting himself with words. He expected Eddie to grin, thank him, and head out into the night to profess his love for some other dude. But that's not what happened.

Instead Eddie settled his hands on Steve's shoulders, giving them a firm squeeze. He looked nervous, but excited, his eyes boring right into Steve's. He took a deep breath before blurting, "I'm in love with you. Like full-blown. A-And it's probably way to early to be saying that but it's true Steve. It's been driving me fucking insane, because I like want you man. In very non-friendship ways."

Steve stared at him, his mouth hanging open like an idiot. He didn't-wait-huh? What? That can't be right. Eddie couldn't have been talking about him because he didn't-he wasn't-but... now that Steve thought about it, who the fuck else would he be talking about? How would he even have a chance to meet someone else when they were attached at the hip?

He felt so stupid. And so relived. He didn't even know what to do with himself, besides stare at Eddie like a moron. And his silence wasn't helping anything.

"I-um, thought that you might feel the same way since, y'know. Everything. And I know you're not gay-"

It was true, Steve wasn't gay. Not entirely but, "I can be gay for you. I'm so gay for you. I might as well be an Eddie-sexual at this point-"

Steve didn't have time to finish his cringy spiel, not when Eddie was pulling him closer and smashing their mouths together. Steve would thank him later for it, but for now he was too busy melting into his arms.

He felt weirdly good when they finally pulled away, almost like he was high. Just from one little kiss.

Eddie was grinning at him, looking at Steve like he was the best thing that ever happened to him. And what an insane thought that was huh? But Steve would take it.

Steve smiled up at him, taking the time to wrap his arms around Eddie's neck, "So...was it worth it? The risk?"

Eddie rolled his eyes, his hands wandering downward to rest on Steve's hips. And then Eddie was actually lifting him into the air and onto the counter, settling between his legs like the gesture didn't just send Steve into a tailspin. Why was that so hot? When did his nerdy friend (boyfriend?) become so smooth?

Eddie chuckled before leaning back in. He pressed a light kiss to the side of Steve's lips, sweet enough for him to know it would be burned into his memory until the end of time, "Like you have to ask."

[kalee60]

Here we go again! Here's my latest offering to the stucky goddess's ❤️

Title: you can't touch this

Author: kalee60

Rating: E

Word count: 7591

Tags: Alternate universe - canon divergence, friends to lovers, mutual pining, cheeky Bucky, America's ass, not actually unrequited love, first time, sexually explicit content, Steve's POV, bottom Bucky, top Steve, implied switch, oblivious idiots, well - oblivious Steve, 5+1

Summary:

Bucky had always been tactile, always shown his affection through touch and a closeness that generally drove Steve crazy. And it would have been totally fine - if Steve wasn’t head over heels in love with him. But he was - and Steve wasn’t sure what to do about it.

Or the five times over the years Bucky touched Steve's ass and the one time Steve touched Bucky's.

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This also fills another @stuckybingo square : N5 - America's Ass 🍑

[stevesbipanic]

Eddie: Hey, I’m getting in the shower. Wanna help me out?

Steve: ...Have you never taken a shower before?

[fangirling-tussisque-noncaelatur]

[Tony looks into Steve's eyes]

Tony: I was just sitting around drinking vermouth and contemplating how just when you're drowning in a pit of despair, life can throw you a beautiful, blue life preserver.

Steve: Huh. I thought life preservers only came in orange. Because wouldn't it be hard to see blue in the ocean?

Tony: Buh, buh, buh, buh. No logic. Not tonight.

[nightskyblufaith]

Peter: Now that you have gotten your new Smartphones, its time to go to Play store

Steve and Bucky: *put on their coats*

Peter: Where are you going?

Steve: To...the Play store?

Bucky: Is it far from here?

Peter: ...

[pizzacast]

Billy outside of Steve’s house near the pool, fighting Russians that were able to track them down and while a whole butch of chaos is going on, Steve’s is just inside the house with headphones on, happily listening to music while he makes a sandwich for himself

And he still doesn’t notice anything when goes near the sliding glass door and Billy is still fighting.

[thebumblebeetumbletree]

The Pre-Relationship Phase

Five times Billy found himself stuck in the pre-relationship phase with Steve; and the one time Steve realized they were dating. This is the first time.

“Your hands are so fucking small Stevie,” Steve barely refrained from jumping as Billy yanked the empty chair out from beside him, nearly clipping his leg in the process. “You really are as dainty as a princess,” he fluidly flipped the chair around, it creaked ominously as Billy's muscles settled into the plastic.

Steve was determined to ignore him, but Billy- as usual- made it impossible. He leaned forward, his chest pressed tight to the back of the chair and his hair brushing Steve's cheek. “What?” He flinched away from the blond, his cheeks burning at their sudden closeness. And then his words clicked from earlier clicked, “wait- no they're not!”

Billy rolled his eyes and leaned closer, his breath hot against Steve's neck. Steve quickly hunched in on himself, hoping to shield his face from Billy's prying eyes. He was writing an english essay and because of that, Steve was forced to wear his glasses, something he'd never do at home, let alone at school. But that was before all the bullshit. Before the kids and before Billy punched his lights out and made his vision even more shitty. Besides, Steve could care less what people thought of his glasses and it pissed him off that Billy of all people, was an exception.

And of course the glasses were big and chunky, the stereotypical aviator style glasses, so there was no possible way for him to truly hide them from Billy. Steve's sudden awareness of them, of himself- nerdy, fallen king Steve, and of Billy- perfect, bad boy Billy, had his self-consciousness rearing its ugly head. He unconsciously slid away. Billy followed.

“There's no need to hide princess,” Billy leaned even closer, his necklace knocking against Steve's shoulder blade.

“I'm not hiding,” Steve wished he'd sounded a little more mature and not like a petulant four year old who was just told ‘how cute they are.’ “And what do you mean my hands are small? They're not small dumbass. You just have big hands,” he glanced down at Billy's lap where the mentioned appendages innocently lay. “Unnaturally big ones.”

And the truth was, Billy did. His hands were callused and rough, his fingers thick where Steve's were, admittedly, thin. Steve had realized long ago that one of Billy's fingers equaled out to be the same size as two of his own. The night he had after realizing that, had been a blessing and a curse.

Billy also had the hands of a worker, where as Steve's were the hands of a musician- not that he played any instrument. The palm of each hand was littered with tiny cuts from repairing wires in cars to dark spots pinpricked where Billy's hands must have slipped when he was lighting a smoke. So, in a way, Billy wasn't wrong, but he wasn't right either.

“Let me see,” Billy reached out for his hand.

“What- no! My hands are normal,” Steve pulled away and turned back to his essay, his hands now resolutely tucked into his lap and under the table.

“Oh yeah? Gimme your hand,” Steve froze at the feeling of skin brushing against his own. Billy had used Steve's need for distance to close it and was now pressed chest to shoulder blade, his hand on Steve's. The hand not holding his captive was now draped lazily around him, trapping Steve in place and forcing him to lean slightly over the table, it was like a brand of fire across his back.

Billy applied a little more pressure to the back of Steve's shoulders, his hand now on Steve's hip, guiding him to lean against Billy's side. “Billy- what?”

“Gimme your hand Stevie,” he didn't wait this time. Billy scooped up his hand and held it out in front of them, his own beside Steve's. His breath caught at the blatant size difference, Billy's hand dwarfed his. With careful movements, as if he was afraid to spook him, Billy placed his hand over Steve's.

Steve nearly choked on his spit at the first brush of skin. He couldn't see his hand anymore, but he could feel the heat of Billy's palm as it pressed against the top of his. He could feel every bump and crevice as Billy entwined their hands, his thick fingers forcing Steve's apart and causing a pleasant stretch.

He released a shaky breath as Billy squeezed their joined hands. Steve quietly hoped Billy couldn't feel the nervous sweat that had instantly broken out at the skin contact or the way his heart was beating a fast tempo against his ribs.

His nails scraped along under Steve's shirt, until they came to rest on his lower belly. “A perfect fit,” Billy mumbled, his words were quiet and Steve probably would have missed them if it wasn't for the fight or flight response his body was currently going through. He wanted to say something, anything to break the heavy tension that suddenly sat between them.

But before he could, the library door banged open, the outside world unceremoniously popping the private bubble they had built. The voices of Tommy and Carol had Billy pulling away, but not before his grip tightened to almost a painful degree.

Just as quickly as the squeeze came, Billy was gone. His abrupt aloofness had Steve reeling, he clenched his suddenly cold fingers and didn't understand the wrongness he felt watching Billy walk away.