#sassy steve

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Sassy Steve Harrington

[porterroths]

steve looks so good this season i Need to bite him

[stevesbipanic]

Steve putting his hands on his hips AFTER they find Eddie at Skull Rock and immediately getting hugged by Dustin like "I found the place wheres my hug, I dressed cute for you and you only care about our son"

[harringroveera]

Billy: Steve just yelled at me

Heather: What happened?

Billy: Apparently I’m “immature” and “arrogant” and “Billy”

Heather: What?

Billy: The last one was just my name, but you should have heard the way he said it

[mischiefsemimanaged]

Steve, in a press conference: At this time, we cannot, we are not, releasing any information, whatsoever about the suspect.

Reporter: Captain, can you tell us anything, his name, where he’s from, ethnicity, if you guys suspect a motive…?

Steve: Yes, I can tell you all of those things. Because when I said I can’t release any information whatsoever, I meant except his name, his address, his ethnicity, and what we think his motive was.

[radleeworks]

Steeb with hands on he Hips

[itmighthavebeenintentional]

Breathe With Me - Part 3

Summary: “The magnitudes of the rocks and trees and streams are so delicately harmonized, they are mostly hidden.” John Muir

Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, original gender neutral character (reader)

Relationship(s): Established poly relationship. 

Warnings: This is meant to be a comfort fic, rather than a triggery, angsty one. Anxiety attacks, stress, someone with a news-watching trigger, but otherwise the story is people finding ways to cope/deal with their triggers and supporting others who are doing the same.

Author’s Note: I needed some help working through some issues lately (who hasn’t, amirite?), and a few different people suggested the 54321 method. I will say right away it is NOT a substitute for professional care. It has helped me enormously to come back from the edge of panic or anxiety, and for that I am grateful. It is a damned good grounding method to help me focus when my brain is trying to convince me that I need to panic RIGHT NOW. 

Huge Thanks to @glassjacket​ for helping me develop the story, flailing all over the place, unflagging support, and letting me know what to edit, but in story and out. I and my writing are better because of you. Love you, my dude.

Many loves and hugs to @there-must-be-a-lock​ for reading over and making SO MANY great suggests and edits. Dude, seriously, you elevated this story. 

Word Count: 574

Part One: 5 Things You Can See Part Two: 4 Things You Can Touch

ItMightHaveBeenIntentional’s Masterlist

Part 3

“The magnitudes of the rocks and trees and streams are so delicately harmonized, they are mostly hidden.” John Muir

3 Things You Can Hear

Steve rarely lets anyone see his need for grounding. He feels it will shake their trust in his leadership skills or some other holding-himself-to-a-higher-standard-than-everyone-else thing that he’s working through with the therapist you and Bucky finally convinced him to see. It’s taken a while for him to finally feel comfortable enough to share his breakdowns, but you still see him struggle with it, still have to soothe his apologies afterwards. 

This is one area you and Bucky take care never to tease him about. Hard enough to get him to open up; god help all three of you if Steve ever got it in his head that he was a burden of any sort. You’d literally never hear of it again.

“You see me?” Bucky asks, his hands on either side of Steve’s face. Steve is sandwiched between the two of you on the couch, his eyes closed tight. He’s locked away in his memory, and Bucky gently bumps Steve’s forehead with his own. “Come back to me, Steve. You see me?”

“Yeah,” Steve says, his voice dragging up from somewhere deep in his gut. His eyes are stormy when they open, dark and wretched, his brow furrowed, and you long to smooth those lines away. “Yeah, Buck, I see your ugly mug.”

Bucky smiles, and the light that shines from his eyes is enough to remove a few wrinkles from Steve’s forehead. Steve goes slowly through his sight list, eyes moving carefully around the room. You flash him a particularly warm smile when he lists your cobalt shirt that you picked specifically to echo Bucky’s old army coat. 

You join them for Steve’s next set, as Steve, too, has a preference for your hair, though he prefers to tangle his fingers in it, rather than bury his face.

“What’s next?” you ask. He closes his eyes, struggling to control his breathing. He leans against Bucky’s chest first, pressing his ear to Bucky’s sternum and holding himself still for a fifteen count. He listens to Bucky’s heartbeat, counting the pace, assuring himself that the rhythm is steady and strong and still going.

“Your heart.”

He turns to you next, eyelashes damp and dark against his cheeks, eyes still closed, and you gently guide his ear to your own chest. His shoulders tremble under your arm as you hold him tightly, your cheek pressed to the crown of his head. Steve breathes in, holds it, breathes out, holds it. 

I’m still here, you think, but you let your heartbeat do the talking for now.

“Your heart.”

The first time he did this, you wondered if he could hear said heart breaking. 

He straightens between the two of you, leaning against the sofa cushions and tilting his head back. He reaches a hand to each of you, tangling his long fingers with yours and Bucky’s as he listens.

Five seconds. Ten. Fifteen. Twenty this time. 

Steve was in the ice for decades, and you’ve become convinced in your time together that not all of that time frozen was completely unconscious. Steve hates the cold, will wear three layers to bed under a sheet and two blankets. And after sixty-odd years with no pulse, his is always the last beat he listens for.

“My heart,” he murmurs, pulling you both tight against his sides.

“Love you,” you say, your words muffled against his shoulder, but you know he hears them. “What’s next?”

...

2 Things You Can Smell

[capshugsandbuckskisses]

Dependable

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: "Look at me! How can you call this dependable?" His voice breaking as he spoke the last word. But you did, you looked at him. Your partner for the last 4 months, your friend and confidant for the last 3, and the man you fell in love with somewhere along the line.

Warning: Maybe a little angst

"Look at me! How can you call this dependable?" His voice breaking as he spoke the last word. But you did, you looked at him. Your partner for the last 4 months, your friend and confidant for the last 3, and the man you fell in love with somewhere along the line. Bucky laid with his back against his bed as he sat on the floor, a look of dishevelment on his face as his gaze dropped to his left hand. The metal arm moving and making sounds of displeasure. You sat down next to him, not so close that he felt uncomfortable, but closer then he would allow anyone else to be. Sweat ran down his face and neck, wetting his shirt. The dark circles under his eyes screaming for rest. You reached a handout, gently touching his right hand grazing the outside till the palm faced up and you placed your hand in his, intertwining. "You're more dependable then you know"

~Four months earlier~

"And here is your new room!" Wanda exclaimed, far too happy considering you were just moving from the training facility to the avengers facility. You gave her a chuckle and looked around the large living room and a decent kitchen with a dining area off to the side. "Wow, you guys really do go all out for one person don't you" As you stated this a knock came from the open door behind you. Steve stood with a hand on the back of his neck and a guilty grin on his face. "Well, Tony does go all out for basically everything, though this is actually a common area" You looked from Wanda back to Steve. "I was hoping to get here after she told you." he came up and pulled you into a hug. You had gone on multiple missions and trained with the Avengers before being given the opportunity to join them. You pulled away and looked up to the talk super soldier, "Common area Steve? Who am I sharing with? You?!" You wiggled your eyebrows at him and blew a kiss. His face instantly turned pink and he started to shake his head. "As... Lovely as that would be, no." He let out a breath almost of relief as he gave you a small grin. "It's Bucky" This made you stop dead in your train of thought. He'd been a part of the team for a couple months now, though you hadn't meant him. He usually did solo missions or just with Steve and to your knowledge, he never left his room unless it was for Bruce to mess with his arm, therapy, or a mission. "Really?" Wanda started nodding her head, though not in a conforming manner as much as she was trying to convince herself. "He hasn't been out much and it's starting to piss off the higher-ups. Fury said he needs a partner that isn't Steve and someone that will not only help him out but whip his ass into shape when it comes to being a team member. You just joined and have a ton of experience in team missions, plus it wouldn't hurt to have him help train you, even more, the top assassin training the upcoming one." She said without taking a breath and looked at the two of you, giving a large smile with a hint of worry. You patted her back and sighed looking around the apartment, now noticing the small details that shown another's presence.  He had a few books on the coffee table, a cup on the side table, a folder probably containing mission information on the counter. "So when do I finally get to meet this mysterious Bucky that I don't fully believe is real" A door down the hall had shut, "I'm as real as you Doll". The tall figure emerged from the shadows into the common area where everyone else was. He had blue eyes that knocked your socks off, dark hair that draped at his shoulders, and his metal hand shined as the light hit it. "I suppose you are" You stepped forward to meet him but he stayed at the beginning of the hallway. "I'm Y/n" you put your hand out as you stepped a little closer and he just crossed his arms across his chest. He nodded toward the kitchen "I know, I've been briefed on you" You looked back to the kitchen, eyes landing on the manila folder again. You looked back to him before walking into the kitchen and grabbed the folder. Eyes scanning over it quickly, anxiety boiling up as you opened it. Like he had said, it was all on you, your profile/resume, all your missions, even your medical records. How the hell did he manage to get this? You knew his past a bit, but you weren't given a heads up or a packet on him. "Sooooo" You looked up to them "Was I considered not important enough or I just missed the packet in the mail" You tossed the folder onto the counter closest to them. Steve just looked away as Wanda picked it up and scanned it over, looking back to Bucky. "He needed to know, give him a heads up" Steve shrugged and started towards the door "You can be a lot to handle Y/n" He winked at you. "Come on Wanda, lets leave these two be. Don't forget about the team dinner tonight" Wanda gave you a pity smile and followed him. Leaning against the kitchen counter, crossing your arms, essentially mimicking the winter soldier. "Don't get your hopes up Doll. I'm not going to be your best friend and I'm sure as hell not going to be whatever Steve is to you" His voice had a tremor of something to it. Bucky turned around and walked back to his room, shutting the door before you could get a word in. You scoffed as you walked down the hall, past his door. "Ass"