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oh-mydarling · 2 months
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Sharon Raydor deserved better and I’ll never be over it
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marciego · 1 year
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because we put way too much time and efforts in these results and that those hcs are all very close to our hearts i think it'd be a crime not to share them all
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dynamic ships tags dump ( will add to this as well )
╰     ‘  ROMANTIC DYNAMICS.
—  ❛❛  //  in a room full of art i’d still stare at you   ¦  my heart is like a burning candle   ・ 「 dynamic ani & patrick.  」
❛❛ // but at least you understand ・ 「 dynamic sangwoo & patrick. 」
╰     ‘ LET YOUR DARKER SIDE GIVE IN TO THE POWER OF THE MUSIC OF THE NIGHT  … ’     ›   , 「 dynamic christine & patrick.  」
—  ❛❛  // FOR HE HAS THE SADDEST DAMAGED EYES and she is the girl that always knew how to love damaged souls.   ・ 「 dynamic gloria & patrick.  」
—   ‘YES  MY SWEET VILLAIN  MY DARLING GOD I WILL BE AS SOBER AS A STONE CARING JUST AS SOON AS I CAN… ’     ›  「 dynamic gen & patrick.  」
—  ❛❛  // it’s gritty dirty & possessive 「 dynamic sharon & patrick.  」
— ❛❛ // heaven & hell combined ・ 「 dynamic tanya & patrick. 」
╰     ‘ i’ve been dancing with the devil / i may be heartless but you’re naive╰ ‘ dynamic allie & patrick  ›
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shadathebookworm · 2 years
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Soy Luna for ask game!
Hii thanks for the ask! I am so deep in the Soy Luna rabbit hole right now so this is perfect lol
favorite male character: Simón he’s just so lovable
favorite female character: Luna and Ámbar you can’t make me pick
least favorite character: I can’t believe I’m debating between Benicio and Sharon and Benicio wins out for least favorite
prettiest character: Ámbar
funniest character: Jazmín
favorite season: this is so hard I’ll go with season 1 but the last few episodes of season 2 are so insane they’re the best
favorite episode: season 2 episode 80 or whatever episode the Flash Open is
favorite romantic ship: Mónica and Miguel. No I’m kidding Lutteo but don’t ask me why because idk either
favorite family ship: the Valentes does that count
favorite friend ship: Gastteo or Lunina I love them both
worst ship: Benicio and Ámbar hands down because ew
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Sharon, walking up to Bucky's house: YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE WHAT JUST HAPPE-
Bucky, laying on the front yard as he lets his kids spray him with a hose from 10 feet away:
Bucky: oh, go on I'm listening
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witchembrace · 3 months
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part one of the roster !!!!!!! dont ask how many of these i'm going to need because not even i know. 1/???
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buckyalpine · 5 months
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LMAOO OKAY IMAGINE 40s!BUCKY (like tfa stark expo version) MAGICALLY TELEPORTING TO MODERN DAY, and Sharon’s bitch ass is hanging all over him, flirting hardcore, and is absolutely thrilled bc he’s actually giving her some attention. BUT THEN HE SEES THE READER AND IS LIKE “oh wow who is THAT” and leaves her alone to go woo the gorgeous dame. I can picture her face getting all red and embarrassed and upset. And Sam and Nat and Tony are in the background giggling.
GOD I LOOOVEEE THISSSS 40's heart has my heart cause this blushing soldier would be such a perfect mix of devilishly handsome and adorably shy.
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"Shit" Tony huffed watching his time portal experiment start up and fail for the fourth time in a row while Bruce continued to medal with the dials, resetting the machine once more. "Why does it keep doing that"
"Give it a secondary power source, there's not enough juice with the first one"
Tony nodded, rummaging through a pile of knick knacks on his desk, grabbing a vial and adding it to the generator.
"Alright, set the timer to 19:00 hours and 40 in the past. Let's see if we can just travel to yesterday first before messing with going back years" He snorted, as Bruce punched in the time before hitting the start up button. The machine started to rumble before growing hot, the dials and buttons spinning and clicking on its own, parts starting to pop off.
"Oh shit!" Tony ducked under the table, shielding himself from getting knocked out as the portal grew more powerful, a force filed growing, knocking down things around the lab.
"What the hell did you use as a power source?!" Bruce yelled over the high pitched whizz the machine started to make, blinding light filling the room before disappearing, leaving a cloud of smoke in its place.
"I don't know, I just grabbed something that look like it'd fit" Toy shrugged between coughs as the smoke dissipated, squinting when he realized the platform wasn't empty.
Someone was standing there.
"What the hell..."
Blinking with bright blue eyes was a young soldier, dressed in a fresh, clean and pressed uniform, looking like a lost puppy while Tony and Bruce blinked in both confusion and amusement.
"Banner what the hell did you do with the timer?!"
"You're vial set everything into over drive, it must've recalibrated to 1940 instead of a couple of hours ago!" Bruce threw his hands up while the younger version of Bucky stared at the lab with child like wonder, his eyes twinkling as if it were Christmas day.
"Holy shit..." He breathed out seeing the vast technology, his mind still reeling over what was happening. One minute, he was on his way to see Steve and take some girls dancing and next thing he knew, he was sucked through a loop.
"Dear God-alright, uh-Barnes?" Tony waved the soldier over, mentally debating on what to tell him.
"Mr. Stark? It's-it's an honor, sir" Bucky shook Tony's hand before standing tall before him with his back straight, ever the bright eyed Sargent. Tony scratched his head before letting him take a seat, figuring honesty was the best police.
"Sargent. This may take a while"
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Bucky understood bits and pieces of what Tony explained to him while getting a tour of the compound, the common room being the last place for him to check out. The team alternated between greeting and secretly cooing over the adorable young Bucky while also simultaneously laughing at Tony. At the very least, the billionaire was lucky the actual Bucky was away on a mission with you and Steve; there was only so much he could handle in a day. The soldier decided to hang back in the living room with the others, happily chatting away with Sam and Nat.
Then there was Sharon
"Hey Soldier" She winked, giving him a smirk causing the young Bucky to blush, throwing her a flirty smile right back.
"Nice to meet ya' doll" Bucky drawled out making her giggle, his lip catching between his teeth when she flipped her hair back.
"Aren't you sweet" She whispered, her heart beating a little faster when he moved towards her, his sweet baby blues gazing down at her intently. She'd tried a million times to get Bucky's attention before and he didn't look at her twice. She wasn't about to lose her chance with the new one.
"Look whose talking" Bucky chuckled back, his naturally flirty nature taking over with ease, after all it would be rude for him to ignore her.
"Someone's gotta protect him from this randy she goat" Sam whispered while Nat snorted, watching the two of them continuing to flirt, Sharon's hands toying with the buttons on Bucky's uniform, making her way up to brush his collar.
There was no way she was going to just let the gorgeous soldier go.
The machine wasn't fixed any time soon so Bucky was given a room to stay in. He loved the feeling of modern day sweats, looking cute as ever in some comfy joggers and a cotton tshirt, his fluffy cropped hair always neatly brushed and face shaven.
He was a Sargent after all. He always looked his best, even in lounge clothing.
There hadn't been a day where Sharon left Bucky alone. She clung onto his side, practically crawling up his leg day in and day out while the others side eyed the situation, keeping an eye out for the innocent Bucky.
"So, what's a soldier like you doin' without a girl, hm?" Sharon teased, pressing her hand to his chest, loving the way Bucky flirted back with her while the both of them sat in the common room with a movie playing in the background. Tony, Nat and Sam glanced at each other, quietly watching from their place in the kitchen while the blonde continued to giggle and blush, running her finger's through his hair.
"How do you keep your hair so soft, Sargent"
"Well, I- woah"
Sharon frowned when the soldier stopped talking half way after something- or someone- caught his attention. His eyes grew wide, a classic boyish smile appearing on his face when he saw the prettiest dame he'd ever laid his eyes on walk by the living room, making his heart flutter.
"who was THAT" Bucky stared in awe, seeing her stretch her arms up, still in some type of modern tactical suit, rubbing sleep from her eyes and yet she was still one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen.
"Uh-excuse me" Sharon's face twisted watching Bucky stare are you like a love struck puppy, nearly jumping over the sofa so he could run and talk to you. He didn't take his eyes off you, practically swooning when he saw you pack away the gun from you holster.
"Huh-yeah, sorry-" Bucky mumbled, still focused on you, unbothered by the way Sharon's face was now red with embarrassment, seething at what he was doing.
"Look at this guy, he's not even hiding the fact that he's staring at y/n" Sam snorted while Tony and Nat snickered, watching the young Bucky watch you with heart eyes, "Aw man, he's got it bad"
"Hey y/n, looks like someone's got a little crush on you" Nat whispered, discreetly nodding to the living room. You nearly squeaked in surprise, seeing a very very young version of your boyfriend sitting on the couch, taking peeks over at you whilst ignoring the blonde who was still fighting for his attention.
"Tony, you did this, didn't you" You sighed while Tony smiled proudly, now fully invested in how all this was going to play out.
"I'll explain later. Go wash and change and you can talk to him"
As soon as you were out of the kitchen, Bucky scrambled to the group, cheeks tinted pink, bashful as ever, looking at the three smirking faces, wiggling their eyebrows at him.
"See something you like, soldier?" Nat prodded while Bucky nearly giggled, nodding.
"Who was that" He asked in earnest, truly curious to at least get your name.
"That would be y/n. I'll introduce you once she's back down. You might be her type, y'know" Sam winked knowing damn well he was your type. After all you were technically already dating. Bucky bounced on his heels, waiting patiently while Sharon huffed, refusing to move from her spot on the couch. You made your way back down after a shower to see an exited Sam and a shy Bucky along with a smug Tony and Nat.
"Y/n, meet young Buck" Sam smiled while you held your hand out, swooning at the way he shook it gently, throwing you smile few got to see, one he had when he got butterflies in his belly.
"Nice to meet you Sarge"
"Pleasures all mine, angel" Bucky whispered, leading you off to the living room to talk to you more, offering you a seat, wondering if you wanted anything to snack on or drink, forgetting Sharon's existence entirely. Sharon nearly opened her mouth to say something, immediately shutting it with a satisfied smirk seeing the other Bucky walk in followed by Steve. Hopefully he'd see his girlfriend was a cheating whore, flirting with someone else even if it was him from the past. Her brain wracked itself in hopes that this would all crash and burn while Bucky frowned the closer he got.
"What the fuck Stark" Bucky scrunched his face walking in on some punk flirting with his girl, only to realize said punk was a younger version of him.
"Relax, I'll fuse you two together" Tony shrugged while Bucky's face twisted again, grumbling when his younger self kissed you hand again, pulling you up for a dance while fumbling with a phone he'd just managed to figure out.
"They're cute" Steve grinned, nudging Bucky playfully while Bucky rolled his eyes, smiling to himself a little while later when you caught his eyes, throwing him a wink. You laid your head against the young soldiers chest while he swayed with you, unaware that he was being watched by everyone else, in his own world with just you in it.
"You better fuse us together" Bucky hissed, narrowing his eyes when you giggled at something that was whispered in you ear; Tony snorted with a shit eating grin on his face.
"Why Barnes, scared of a little competition?"
Before Bucky could retort, Sharon was up and walking with purpose, stalking right towards Bucky.
"Y'know they're both flirting hard, right? Aren't you two dating?"
Bucky wordlessly stared at her while the others looked at her with confusion, the desperation becoming embarrassing.
"Sharon, shut up" Sam deadpanned while her mouth gaped open and shut before storming off.
"Back to what I was saying. Scared, Barnes?"
"You should be the scared one" Bucky sassed back, knowing exactly what his younger self was capable of; he knew that innocent boyish charm did wonders when it needed to. That being said, even his past self recognized real love, gravitating towards his one true soul mate after just seeing her once.
He watched the two of you continue to dance and whisper, the young soldier tipping your chin up, eyes flicking to your lips, his soft pouty pink lips so close to yours, leaning down so he could press a kiss so sweet-
"Alright that's it, punk get your hands off her!"
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you belong with me - clarisse la rue
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summary she's in love with her best friend.
fic type fluff
pairing clarisse la rue x fem!Poseidon!reader
word count 1.8k
warnings jealous!clarisse, swearing, pining, knives, clarisse threatening people, fluff.
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At this point, Clarisse had no clue how the hell she fell for you.
You relationship had started when she'd tried to intimidate you on your first day at camp, and instead of backing down under her fierce as death gaze, you had threatened her at literal knifepoint.
"I've stood up to bullies bigger than you," you'd snapped, your soft e/c blazing with fire as the tip of a dagger kissed the underside of her jaw. “So back off, or I’ll make you regret it.”
While that earned you respect amongst everyone in camp, it earned you respect of every Ares cabin member, too.
Especially Clarisse la Rue.
The scariest girl in camp.
It had started off with her debating on whether or not she would be mean to you, making you her enemy, or befriending you.
She was strong, not stupid, so she chose the latter option.
Which brought you both here, today, three years later.
The spring season had started setting in, flowers were blooming, the sun was pleasant, wind wasn't scarce and it was cool. Sitting under the trees in the woods became a natural pastime for year-round campers like the two of you.
Sunlight filtered through the leaves of the surrounding trees, casting irregularly shaped shadows on the ground, turning them a deep green on the slightly prickly but comfortable grass.
Clarisse leaned her back against the big tree you both were sitting under, polishing her spearhead, with you in front of her, doing the same for your knives.
The daughter of Ares, while she'd never admit it aloud, was absolutely smitten when it came to you. In fact, this feeling had been lingering in her heart for some time, one which attracted her to you in a definitely non-platonic way.
So here she sat, listening to you talking. Your voice was the only thing she was focused on besides polishing her weapon. It stood out amongst the gentle rustle of the leaves in the trees, the call of a distant bird, the lapping of the lake's water against the edge just past the clearing.
"So, I told Silena that Charlie's in love with her, not her actual dumb blonde of a sister, Sharon," you said, rubbing the polish on the cloth you had in hand, before continuing to polish your left-hand knife. "You know, for a child of Aphrodite, she is remarkably oblivious towards loving advances. Oh, and you know that girl, Kyra, from the Hephaestus cabin? My gods, she has been looking so fine--"
Clarisse stopped listening right then. She knew you were smitten with this girl from the Hephaestus cabin, and by every one of the ever-merciful gods of Olympus, she hated it. She hated how you talked about Kyra, how your eyes lit up when the muscled girl covered with grease so much it was an accessory would glance at you.
She tuned out and stared at you, not noticing the disdainful look on her face.
"Risse, you look like you just smelled a wild centaur," you laughed, putting the cloth down and sheathing your knives again.
Clarisse rolled her eyes and grumbled, "No, I don't like Kyra's vibe."
"Aww, jealous?"
"You wish,"
You were so oblivious. Not only were you unaware that Kyra was a playgirl, but you didn’t notice that Clarisse was smitten with you to the point where it was embarrassing.
For starters she looked at you like you were the world. With adoration, awe, and wonder. She honestly couldn’t stop thinking about you.
She hated how you didn’t notice how her eyes lit up around you, how she was softer with you compared to others, how she let you paint her nails (mostly) without complaint.
You were just too oblivious.
Naturally, that evening, that same evening, she was at the Ares table, talking with her own siblings, while she watched you help Percy out with the rest of the camp’s social structures—something he hadn’t quite figured out yet, even after having gone on a quest.
But the way her blood boiled, as if a furnace had lit up inside her heart, making fire course through her veins, when Kyra came up to you. She saw how flustered you got, saw the way your cheeks reddened when Kyra brushed a hair from your face.
By the gods and her father’s name she wanted to smack that Hephaestus girl into next week…
Meanwhile, you say with Kyra, enjoying the butterflies in your stomach when she touched you, laughed at your nervous rambling’s. But the butterflies suddenly came into light as a warning. What was the likeliness that this affection would last? What was concrete in this interaction? Was it just a playful banter? Or something serious?
So many questions, not enough answers.
But one thing was for certain: Kyra wasn’t the one for you. It took just one interaction for you to understand that.
To understand that Clarisse was right.
But before you could walk away, your hotheaded best friend, seething with anger, jealousy rolling off her in waves, came up to you both and ‘borrowed’ Kyra for a moment.
“What the hell are you doing?” Clarisse asked as she led a very surprised Kyra into the forest. “What exactly do you think you’re doing, playing with Y/n’s feelings like that?”
“Come on,” Kyra laughed, Nerva wearing off a little as her arrogance took over. “She’s a girl, a smitten little girl, who knows she likes a little bit of muscle,”
“Unfortunately she doesn’t know that there’s a snake under that damned muscle,”
“Jealous, Clarisse? Of course you are,”
“What that supposed to mean, punk?”
“You’re so in love with Y/n, it shows. Everyone in camp can tell,”
“Oh is that right? If you know that so well, then you’d better stay the fuck away from her,”
Kyra’s brows shot up. “Is that so? What if I don’t? What if I take her to this very spot, and kiss her, maybe while you watch from the bushes over there?”
Clarisse felt her fists clench, felt her whole body tense up with an adrenaline that came out only during battle.
“What if I break your legs and punch that stupid face in?” She asked, eyes full of the familiar fire that only her opponents saw. “I don’t think Y/n likes the taste of blood.”
She relished the look of panic on Kyra’s face. The trapped-animal stare, the darting irises, searching for a way out, analysing her moves in that second. The tense muscles, clenched jaw, closed fists. All of it was familiar to the child of war.
But how familiar was it to the child of the forge? Not much, probably.
“Stay the fuck away from Y/n, and you and I won’t have any problems, Kyra,” Clarisse said, her voice soft. That made it more dangerous. It was soft like the gentle rain that preceded the flooding thunderstorm—a warning.
Kyra nodded, knowing it was unwise to provoke Clarisse La Rue, especially over a girl everyone in camp knew not to mess with.
But it also meant that Clarisse figured out the depth of her love for you. That it was deeper than the vastest sea, stronger than the biggest tsunami, and more damaging than a hurricane. It was fiercer than fire, more powerful than a blow from her spear, and definitely more dangerous than war.
So she’s decided to flush out her feelings. Get them out before things got worse because she couldn’t possibly find a way to get out of the ‘philia’ situation she had going with you. She wanted ‘eros’, wanted ‘ludus’, and she knew it.
Her catalyst was the mind, she wanted it to be the body., wanted it to be the heart. She wanted you in a way that friends never wanted each other. She wanted you the way Achilles wanted Patroclus, wanted you the way Romeo wanted Juliet, the way Orpheus wanted Eurydice.
She wanted you and only you.
But she could never have that.
So she decided the best way to manage her haywire heart was distance.
But by every one of the gods, big and small, was she wrong.
You found that Kyra didn’t look in your direction ever again, and additionally, found Clarisse avoiding you with nearly psychotic fervour.
Three days. You tolerated it for three days.
Finally you stormed up to Clarisse when she was training. With a swift kick to the back of her knee, you sent her crashing to the ground, disarming her spear from her.
“What did you think you were doing, avoiding me like this?!” You seethed, knife at her throat. “What, was this your idea of punishing me for having Kyra flirt with me?”
Calmly, Clarisse moved you off her like one would brush away a particularly disgruntled cat, and stood up.
“Look, I’m fine, I wasn’t doing anything,” she shrugged, grabbing her spear.
You rolled your eyes. This girl was dumb, stupid, and an absolute useless person when it came to interacting with others.
“I don’t think ignoring me for three straight days can be counted as ‘not doing anything’!” You snapped, annoyed.
Clarisse flinched at your tone.
“Why?!” You asked, following her around as she cleared up the arena. “Why exactly have you been ignoring me, hm?”
She listened patiently to your incessant pestering, going about her business while you looked like you were about to blow a gasket with how mad you were since your hands began to move more animatedly, your frown deepening even more.
“Why the hell did you say that nothing’s wrong when something clearly is?! Are you jealous? Is that it?! Why?!” You asked, expecting her not to reply the way she had been the last ten minutes.
Clarisse had had enough. She was taking the plunge into that deep dark sea, not sure if she was ready to face the monsters in it.
“Because I’m in love with you!” She said, turning around with a terrified look on her face. “I’m in love with you, and I didn’t know what to do about it because you clearly don’t love me back!”
You stood silent for a second too long. But she didn’t run. She stayed there, waiting for your answer.
“You’re in love with me?” You asked, baffled.
No butterflies, nothing fluttered in your stomach, your heart rate merely quickened and your body pulsed in every place with serotonin.
No butterflies meant this wasn’t just a thing, a fling. It wasn’t mindless flirting.
This was ‘ludus’, the love of intimacy, pure love.
“Yes, Y/n, and it kills me every single day, hearing you ramble about Kyra, and you know what I’m thinking when you talk about her like that?” She asked, tears ready to come out of her eyes. “I think that I could treat you like a queen, like you’re above Hera herself. I think that why would you love a playgirl who won’t give a single fuck about your feelings, when I’m here already knowing what you want for breakfast every day of the week! I think that I could be better than her, that I am better than her, in every possible way, but you’re just blind! You don’t see that I look at you like you’re the world because you’re so smitten with a girl who would toss you aside for the next blonde girl she sees!”
You listened to her carefully, taking in her words. In between, neither of you knew when, she had started crying. Small tears rolled down her bronze skin, tracing small pathways in their trail of sadness, of pain.
“I’m sorry,” you replied softly, stepping closer, putting a hand up to wipe her eyes. “I’m sorry that I was blind to how you feel about me, I’m sorry for not noticing it sooner,”
“And Y/n, you’re my best friend, okay? I can’t…I know that we can never be together and…” she stopped short when your hands went up to cup her cheeks.
“Why is that?”
“Philia, Y/n. Friendship love.”
“Who says it can’t progress?”
“You don’t love me back,”
“I do,”
“Friendship love doesn’t count here,”
“Bold of you to assume I’m talking about friendship,”
Clarisse froze.
“I love you too, Clarisse,” you said softly, looking at her in her eyes. “And I’m not talking about ‘philia’. Gods I love you the way Achilles loved Patroclus, the way Romeo loved Juliet, the way Orpheus loved Euridyce,”
“I thought that too,” she whispered, shocked. “How…”
“I know that because these three romances are the ones I’ve read to you,” you replied. “I know you, Clarisse. But I was too blind to see your love went past my mind and extended to my heart, my body, my soul. And I’m sorry for being blind.”
“You belong with me, not her,”
“Do you see me doubting that?”
She giggled softly. Clarisse La Rue, the most feared girl in camp, giggled like a little kid.
“It’s okay, I guess, you little dumbass,” she chuckled. “So…what now?”
“I don’t know, do we kiss?” You asked, confused. “You know I have never kissed a girl before and—“
She silenced you with a finger to your lips.
“Let’s…take it slow? Ease into it?” She asked. “Cause I have never kissed a girl either,”
“Be my girlfriend, though?”
“You thought I’d say no?”
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sapphickorro · 8 months
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Office Affair´ˎ˗
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pairing(s) - Assistant!Natasha Romanoff x fem!CEO!Reader, brief Wanda Maximoff x fem!Reader
summary: Being the CEO isn’t easy especially if your competitors are trying to sway you over, luckily your assistant is there to ground you when your brain gets fogged by lust.   warnings: 18+ MDNI, cursing, dirty talk, workplace affairs, fingering (R receiving), oral sex (R receiving), Dom!Natasha, Sub!Reader, smut! word count: 2,360
A/N: This fic had been in my inbox for like months, sorryyyyy :3 
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Running a company was never going to get easier. Waking up early, leaving work late. Phone calls every hour, board meetings every week. Your daily schedule was hectic. You were just lucky to have an assistant who helped you work through it all. 
Natasha Romanoff had been working as your assistant for a little under a year now. Originally being your secretary, you had given her a raise due to your prior assistant slacking on the job and not meeting your demands. Natasha seemed to be able to meet your demands far better than your previous assistant, even going as far as knowing what you need before you even ask for it from her. 
This morning, Natasha had just dropped off your coffee. She knew your order by heart now and was making sure to deliver your coffee at the same time every morning. 
“Is there anything else you need from me, Y/N?” After a while of her working for you, you went on a first name basis with each other. You always felt as if the formalities were too posh for you. 
“No, thank you Natasha. I’ve got a meeting today so I’ll be needing you to watch over the office for a bit while I’m in it.” You sigh, your fingers rubbing over your temples. 
Natasha opens her mouth to ask if she could help you destress but before she could, a knock echoes through your office. You look up, motioning for Natasha to answer the door. She doesn’t hesitate and twists the door handle revealing your secretary. 
“Good morning, Ms. Y/L/N. Wanda Maximoff has arrived for your 10am meeting,” your secretary says as she hands you a clipboard of notes for the meeting. 
“Thank you, can you bring her in here?” You ask and she nods, walking away from the doorway to gather Wanda for your meeting. 
“I trust you to make sure my files are given to Sharon?” You ask Natasha as you stand up, leading her to the doorway. Sharon was your CTO and you had some rather important files to deliver before the evening. Natasha delivers a simple nod before exiting the door, passing Wanda Maximoff on her way down the hallway that leads to your office. 
Wanda was adorned in a red suit, a smug smirk plastered over her lips. Her eyes glazed over Natasha’s for a mere second before looking back at what was in front of her. 
Wanda enters your office, you greet her as you stand by the door. Her hand shoots out to shake yours and you notice how soft yet cold her palms were. You usher her into your office, shutting the door behind her. She takes a seat at the edge of your desk, her eyes not being subtle in the way they rake over your sheer button up shirt and pencil skirt that had a slit at the right side. Your hair was in a bun with two strands falling down the sides of your face. 
“You’re a sight to see,” Wanda utters with a sultry tone in her voice, still holding her smirk as she meets your eyes again. Wanda was known to be a flirt, it was her strongest trait. 
“Well, I can say the same for you,” you respond, matching her vigor. You walk to the side of your office opening a mini fridge with a different assortment of drinks inside. 
“You want anything to drink?” You lean down to grab yourself a bottle of whiskey. 
“Drinking in the morning? How naughty,” you flinch as her hand comes over your back, she glides it down your lower half ever so slightly. Before her palm can reach your ass though, you quickly straighten your posture, standing up again. 
“Whiskey?” You ask, grabbing two glass cups from your shelf of glassware. You advert your gaze from hers as you’re sure you’d fumble over your words when you turn to look at her again. Wanda doesn’t miss the dark shade of rose adorning your face. 
“That’d be great Y/N,” you pour two glasses of whiskey before turning to walk behind your desk, taking a seat at your office chair. You place the two glasses down on the table, taking a sip out of yours and leaving a light lipstick mark over the rim. 
Wanda comes around to your desk to take a seat at the edge again, this time adjacently beside you. 
“Let’s talk business?” You ask, trying to maintain eye contact with her but failing. 
“I was thinking of buying your patent on your most recent project,” Wanda speaks with a confidence in her voice, it was as if her voice was trying to lure you in. 
“I don’t know if that’s feasible, Wanda,” you’re shocked at her preposition. Wanda’s company being a rival company to yours made it so you were always constantly trying to one up each other on newer and better inventions. You had never thought that she would downright attempt to buy the patent on your latest project to hinder your company. 
“Name a price sweetheart,” you pause, her nickname causing your brain to jumble up again. 
“I don’t know Wanda, we’ve been working on this for a while now and-” she cuts you off with her thumb running over your lower lip. 
“You had some lipstick smudged,” she says, staring at your lips. Your face flushes, with your breathing getting heavier. Wanda’s hand drops down to your chin, lifting it up so she can face it directly. 
“How can the enemy of my company look… This. Good,” your breath hitches at your throat as Wanda’s face slowly drops down towards yours. Her eyes staring at your lips. She starts leaning in, close enough to feel the soft warmth of her breath hit your lips. 
Wanda gets cut off by the door before she can capture your lips into hers. The two of you snap your head towards the door, seeing Natasha standing at the other side. 
“Sorry to interrupt, your meeting’s gotta get cut short as it seems that we’ve double booked Y/N for another meeting during this time. So sorry,” her voice feigns sorrow but Wanda could tell that her facade was fake. You quickly turn away from Wanda, your face getting impossibly hotter. 
Wanda stands up, taking a look at you before looking back up to Natasha. “Please hurry, Y/N urgently needs to get ready for her second meeting.” 
Natasha’s smile doesn’t meet her eyes. She has a staredown with Wanda, their fake politeness not being noticed by you. 
“I’m sorry Wanda, we can discuss this another time?” You finally gather yourself to stand up, leading her out the door. Wanda nods, not answering as her eyes squint in anger at Natasha. 
Once Wanda leaves, Natasha slams the door shut. 
“What the fuck was that?” She stares at your eyes. Your eyes widen staring back at hers. 
“What was what?” You answer defensively at Natasha’s vulgar demeanor. 
“You were just gonna let her fuck you?” Natasha walks towards you, causing you to back up with every step she takes until your back hits the edge of your desk. 
“Were you spying on me?” You ask with even more fervor. “No! I was gathering your files for Sharon before I saw Wanda practically about to slobber all over you. You DO realize that you have glass for walls on one side of your office.” She gets impossibly closer to you, her tall body casting a shadow over you. 
“I-I don’t know what that was,” your voice falters. Your eyes look down to her chest, finding it impossible now to maintain eye contact with her out of shame. 
Natasha steps back, sighing loudly as her hand rubs her eyelids before running through her short hair. 
For a CEO, you certainly don’t look like one right now. Your eyes look down at your fingers fiddling with each other. Your guilt cast over your face as you’re unsure what Natasha is going to say next. 
Natasha catches a sight of your shriveled up demeanor and goes to close the curtains on your windowed wall. She locks the door to your office before sauntering towards you. Her body looms over you once again, this time her hand goes under your chin to lift your gaze towards her. 
No words are shared as she leans in and catches your lips into hers. Your eyes shoot wide for only a moment before closing them to kiss Natasha back with just as much passion. Your hands wrap over her neck as her free hand goes to grip your waist. 
You whimper into the kiss, allowing Natasha an opening to slide her tongue into your mouth. She instantly invades every corner of your mouth with her tongue, her hands slowly drift down your body until it reaches the waistband of your skirt. She slips her fingers through and slowly slides down your skirt alongside your panties. 
Her hand comes to cup your cunt, a moan exiting your mouth at the contact. You both lean back to catch some air, your eyes staring into each other. Natasha’s eyes slowly drift down to her palm as she starts to circle around your opening with her middle finger. 
“Shit, you’re drenched, boss. Is this all for me?” She looks back up at your eyes, lifting her hand back to show her glistening fingers. You nod coyly, the heat on your face being shown through your cheeks. 
Natasha stuffs her slick fingers into your mouth watching as you obediently take them in, sucking them clean. She groans, “god you’re so good for me.” 
Her praise causes your clit to pulsate, yearning for touch. Natasha spares you choosing not to torture you any longer, she pulls her hands back to give you multiple pecks over your face before dropping down onto her knees. 
Your hands lean behind you to grip onto the edge of the desk as Natasha lifts your leg over her shoulder. She peppers your thighs with kisses in hopes of leaving a mark. You watch her intently, wanting to ingrain every image of this event into your head. 
When Natasha finally reaches the area that had been aching for so long, she gives one quick swipe of her tongue from the back to the front. A whimper exits your mouth, your hands grip onto the desk turning your knuckles white. 
Natasha’s eyes bore into your lidded ones, drinking in the way she made you turn into mush from just a swipe of her tongue. She dives back in with her tongue to circle around your clit. Your breaths come out labored and heavy from her ministrations. 
A moan elicits from Natasha’s mouth as she moves her tongue to your cunt, your wet liquids seeping out. Your attempts at containing your moans turn into broken sobs and whimpers. Natasha leans back before prodding her fingertip into your soaked entrance. She inserts one finger at first to tease you further, her finger curls inside of you as she slowly pumps it in and out at an agonizing pace. Her eyes are fixated on her glistening finger as she watches it disappear and reappear from your hole, a mesmerizing sight for her. 
You groan, “please, Natty.” She smirks as she looks back up at you, “does your greedy little hole want more?” 
You nod fervently down at her, your pussy clenching at her single digit in anticipation of more. 
“Of course a greedy slut like you wants more,” she feigns her disgust at you, beaming internally at how much she’s able to turn you on.  
“But, since I’m so nice,” Natasha says as she inserts a second finger, a moan escaping your mouth at her dexterity. Natasha leans back in to leave soft kitten licks over your clit.
You whine again ready to beg for her to speed up her thrusts but before you can, Natasha notices your need and starts pumping her fingers into you at an intensified speed. The tip of her fingers hitting your spot every moment she curls into you. Her mouth starts to lap over your pussy at a rapid pace. 
“N-Natty fuck!” Your head tilts back at the sensations overtaking your body. 
“You gonna cum for me, slut?” 
Your mouth opens as broken words fall out, “y-yes! Please, please, please - fuck!” Your hips start grinding on her fingers, wanting her impossibly deeper inside of you. 
“You think Maximoff can make you cum the way I do?” She asks with a growl in her voice. When you don’t answer her, far too lost in your pleasure, she slows down her pace, “Answer me!” 
You look back down at her, shaking your head as you answer, “No! Only you Natty, only you.” 
Natasha soaks in your words as she feels her ego being fed. “If that’s the case then, cum for me. Let go.” She moves her head back onto your clit, sucking on it. Her fingers get impossibly faster, hitting your insides so perfectly. 
Your mouth opens again, strings of curses followed with Natasha’s nickname falling out. “F-Fuck! Natty!” You yell out as you feel your orgasm snapping, a strong wave of pleasure encompassing your entire body. Natasha’s eyes look up at you to memorize every expression of your face as you cum. 
Natasha’s fingers slow down as she lets your ride out your orgasm, your breaths getting slower and lighter by the second. Your knuckles release their grasp on the edge of the desk as Natasha stands up to place a hand over your waist, holding you up in place as you fall limp in her arms. 
The hand with her digits inside of you slides out causing you to whimper at the emptied feeling. You open your eyes to catch her lifting the fingers into her mouth, sucking them clean causing you to clench your now emptied hole. 
Natasha groans with an exaggerated eyeroll at your taste, “fuck you taste good, sweetheart.” 
You giggle at her, your face red and damp with sweat. She smiles back at you as you lean in to start dropping kisses over her neck.
“Let me return the favor?” 
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I love you and I hate it - part 2
Summary: After your fight with Bucky you put all your efforts into avoiding him, convinced that your friendship is over. Bucky, however, has other plans.
Pairing: Best Friend!Bucky Barnes x female reader
Warnings: Reader being dramatic. Angst. Language maybe. Minimal use of Y/N. Fluff.
Word Count: 4.5K
A/N: I promise I didn't mean to make it this long, but I couldn't help myself, again, and I didn't want to end on another 'cliffhanger' so here it is! hope you like it!
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Bucky couldn’t believe what he just heard. You like him? No, you used the word ‘love’. You love him. Do you love him? Certainly, he would’ve noticed if you did, right? He is a trained assassin, he was taught how to see beyond people’s words and actions. And he knows you, you can deny it all you want, but he knows you better than anyone. He knows you better than he knows himself. And if he’s being honest, you know him better than anyone ever has, Steve included. You feel safe, you feel calm. You feel like the peace he’s always wanted, the quiet he needs. You feel like home. In a platonic way, of course. Right? His thoughts of you are interrupted by Sharon’s voice. He didn’t even realize he was back at the party.
-where did you go?- she asked and, suddenly, her grip on his arm was just a little too tight for his liking, but it was probably nothing.
-I went to check if Y/N was okay.-
-oh- something in her voice felt wrong, but Bucky tried to ignore it, that is until what she said next. -why would you even care about her? All she does is embarrass you like before. She’s useful to no one, I heard the only reason she’s even on the team is because she slept her way to it.- she laughed like it was the funniest thought in the world, and Bucky couldn’t ignore it anymore.
Not only was she saying hurtful, untrue things about his girl, but she has the audacity to laugh at her own cruelty?
-How dare you?- he does his best not to yell, but his tone still startles Sharon. -Y/N is the best agent in all of Shield, that’s why she got in the team! She’s not an embarrassment, she’s a valued member of this team and she’s my best friend! Of course I care about her, she’s the most important person in my life! Don’t ever talk about her that way again.- She seems shocked at his words but, looking around, realizes people are starting to stare so she tries her best to defuse the situation.
-Alright, I’m sorry, I won’t say things like that again. Let’s just calm down and have a nice rest of the evening, ok?- in his head Bucky knew her request was reasonable, he could let this go and keep having fun with his girlfriend, but in his heart he just knew he couldn’t let this go. The words were coming out of his mouth before he could stop them, not that he wanted to.
-You know what, Sharon? This isn’t working. We have to break up.- he doesn’t even give her a chance to say anything before he’s turning around and making his way to his room.
Meanwhile, on the roof, Steve’s trying to talk you down the ledge. Metaphorically speaking, obviously. 
-He hates me, Steve.- you couldn’t stop the tears.
-Stop saying that, sweetheart, he doesn’t hate you.-
- You saw what happened at the party, the way he looked at me. And he heard me say that I love him and walked away like it was nothing. If he didn’t hate me before, this certainly pushed him off the edge.- 
Steve had nothing to say to that, he knew Bucky didn’t hate you, but he also knew that you’re too stubborn to hear any reason, especially not right now when you are hurting the most. Right now you needed a friend and shoulder to cry on, usually Bucky would take on that role, but, given the circumstances, Steve decided to step up and be that friend. He wrapped his arms around your crying body and held you as you let it all out. Neither of you said anything else, the only sounds in the dark of the night being your sobs, until eventually you calmed down and after a few moments of silence Steve glanced down to see you fell asleep. 
Not wanting to wake you up he carefully picked you up and made his way to the elevator. When he got to the floor you both reside in he found Sam and Natasha chatting at the kitchen counter, probably about to go to bed after coming up from the party. Sam gave him a confused look, while Nat seemed to understand what was going on right away as she moved without saying a word, walking ahead of him towards your room. She opened it for him and walked in behind him and moved the covers back as he laid you on your bed as carefully as he could, and then Nat delicately took your heels off before covering you with the duvet. As they’re leaving your room the door opposite yours opens, revealing a hopeful Bucky but when he sees it’s not you, his face goes back to neutral. He’s about to ask where you are when Natasha beats him to the punch.
-Leave her alone, Barnes. You’ve already hurt her enough.- Is all she says before she steps into her bedroom. Bucky looks to his best friend for help but, at his confused face, the blonde super soldier just shakes his head in disappointment and walks away without a word. Bucky stands there for a few minutes, just staring at your door like he's gonna will you to open it and talk to him. He sighs and goes back to his room where he spends the next few hours overthinking about you, eventually falling into an uneasy sleep.
The next morning when you wake up you feel peace for about 10 seconds before the events of last night hit you like a truck, and all you can feel is humiliation. How can you face the team after they witnessed your fight with Bucky? How can you face Steve after he saw you at your most vulnerable and, apparently, carried you to bed after you cried yourself to sleep? How can you face Bucky after he heard you say you love him and he walked away from you? You can’t, that’s the answer. Should you just move out? Just quit the team, ask Hill to be reassigned? Maybe you could even get transferred to another country. You’re not overreacting, right? This is a very embarrassing situation and you have every right to want to run away from all of it. As you’re making up an escape plan in your mind you hear a knock on your door, followed by Steve’s voice.
-hey, are you awake? We just wanted to make sure you were okay…- you try to be as silent as you can, slowing down your breathing praying he’ll think you’re sleeping. You hear him exchange some muffled words with what sounds like Natasha, and then you hear their footsteps as they walk away. You let out a relieved sigh.
Okay, step one is definitely getting out of this room, it’s just the most obvious place where to look for you. You get up and out of your awfully classy dress, take a shower being sure to clean away all the makeup from last night and put on the most comfortable sweats you own. Just as you’re opening the door you can see Bucky opening his about to get out and, in a panic move, you run back inside your room and slam the door shut. Very subtle, yes. You rest your back against the door and can hear him sigh and then walk away. You wait a few minutes, just to be sure, and then relax a little. Your plan was to go to the gym and work out a bit, but now all you can think about is getting the hell out of this compound. You grab your purse, make sure to have your phone and keys in it and open the door, making sure no one’s around before getting out. You’re practically running, taking the stairs for good measure, and in a flash you’re at the garage. You jump in your car and drive away as fast as you can without breaking the law, not even knowing where to go. Once you’re in the city you stop at a cafe for breakfast near your favorite book store, the one you and Bucky have visited together a hundred times. Okay, stop that, no more thinking about Bucky. You spend the rest of the day just going from one store to the other, stopping to have lunch at the diner you always go to when you’re in the city, and trying not to kick yourself for not being able to stop thinking about Bucky. Seriously, why can’t you stop thinking about him? It doesn’t help the fact that every one of your favorite places has at least a hundred and twelve memories of Bucky. God, have you ever gone anywhere on your own in the last two years? The more memories come to mind the more you think that maybe transferring wouldn’t be such a bad idea. Go somewhere new, get a fresh start.
When it starts getting dark you decide to drive back to the compound, but when you park and turn the car off you can’t find it in yourself to get out. You take out your phone, which you’ve been ignoring all day, and go through all the messages of your worried friends, hating yourself a little more when you catch yourself looking for his name in your notifications. Just as you’re about to answer Tony’s texts first, you get a call from Steve. You stare at your phone, unsure if you can stomach answering him right now, but your decision is rendered moot when someone taps against your window. Your head snaps towards it and you let out a breath of relief when you see Steve standing there, holding his phone and using it to tap on your window again. You close your eyes for a second but resign to your fate as you gather your things and get out of the car. When you lock your car you turn to see that Steve moved to be leaning on the trunk of your car, so you join him and wait for him to say something, not knowing what to say yourself.
-So,- he starts, with his arm folded in front of his chest and looking at his shoes -you’re avoiding all of us now?- you let out a sigh, feeling bad for hurting his feelings.
-I’m sorry, Steve. I just…- you can’t even look at him as you talk, so you just look ahead of you at all the cars -I’m just embarrassed. After everything that happened last night, I don’t know… God, you even carried me to bed like a child.- you covered your face with your hands.
You finally looked at him when you heard him chuckling. -that’s what friends do, Y/N. They lean on each other.- he bumps your shoulder with his -I know we’re not as close as you and Bucky, but I am your friend too. I’m not gonna judge you for last night, I just want to make sure you’re okay. That’s what we all want. You made us worry that you might run away on us.- He says the last part as a joke, but you can’t help looking away from him. That’s exactly what you wanted to do. You bite your lip as he keeps looking at you and you feel like he can see the gears turning in your head, like your thoughts are so loud and your guilt so visible that he knows right away he was right on the money.
-Y/N…- it’s almost a warning, but you still can’t find the courage to look at him. -You were seriously thinking of running away?!- he seemed almost shocked.
-okay, it’s not like I’m a teenager running away in the middle of the night after a fight with her parents!- you finally look at him -I was just considering… I don’t know, maybe asking for a transfer?-
-so you actually want to leave the team just because you had a fight with Bucky?-
-It’s not just the fight, Steve, he knows I love him and he doesn’t even care! Do you realize how much that hurts? And now I’m supposed to, what? Just go back to how things used to be? Pretend like nothing happened? Even if we’re not friends anymore, he lives across the hall from me! I’m bound to see him and it’s gonna hurt every fucking time!- You’re almost crying, again, but you hold back not wanting to go through that again.
-I know it hurts, trust me, sweetheart, but… what about us?- you look at him as he goes on -we’re your team too. We’re your friends, we’re your family. You can’t just leave us. I'm not saying it's gonna be easy, but we can help you make it better. We all care about you a lot.- it’s honestly a miracle you’re not crying already. You feel him take your hand, but don’t look away from his face.
-please let us help you- you squeeze his hand and nod, not trusting your voice not to break and the flood to hit as soon as you open your mouth. He smiles at you and you can’t help but do the same. -good. Then let’s go up and have dinner like we always do.- he starts walking and taking you with him, his hand still in yours. While you’re waiting for the elevator you can’t hold yourself back as you turn to him and give him a tight hug.-thank you- he hugs you back just as tight, -anytime, rookie.- you snort and let go of him, giving him a punch in the arm you’re sure he didn’t even feel as he laughed with you.
When you got to the big kitchen most of the team was already there, you sat down next to Natasha and Steve sat at her other side. The seat next to you was quickly occupied by Sam as he brought the pizza to the table. He gave you a side hug and squeezed your arm in sympathy but aside from that nobody even mentioned what happened last night, which you were grateful for. You ate like always, having conversations, laughing and teasing each other like normal, you didn’t feel like anyone was pitying you and you realized Steve was right: these people are your family, you could never leave them, and now, as you watch Loki and Peter trying to make you laugh while messing with Thor’s hair, you just know they’re gonna help you through everything.
What makes you sad to notice is that one brooding super soldier is missing, though you don’t bring it up for fear of opening that particular door. And that’s how you pass the next few weeks: avoiding anything and everything that has to do with Bucky, including the man himself. You start training with Natasha and realize how easy Bucky went on you, doing more missions with Sam and Steve and realized that missions weren’t as fun for everybody as they were for you and Bucky, hanging out during your down time with pretty much everyone and realized that you couldn’t have as much fun with everyone as you had with Bucky. So yeah, as much as you could avoid Bucky and talking about him to anybody, he lived rent free in your head. Fun, huh? It also didn’t help the look that Steve gave you every time you basically ran out of a room as soon as you caught a glimpse of your former best friend. 
Everybody noticed the change in your friendship, but it felt like they all took a silent oath to not mention anything to either of you. You were glad they were respecting your choice to stay away from Bucky. He, on the other hand, was going crazy. He hasn’t seen you in weeks, except for those few seconds before you realize he’s in the same room and run away. He doesn’t hear your voice unless he’s eavesdropping on you with someone else, but even then he never heard his name come out of your mouth. Nobody will tell him anything about you, the only thing he can get out of Steve is ‘she’s okay, just give her time’. He’s been trying his best to give you the space you need, but he feels like he’ll lose his mind if he doesn’t hear you say his name soon.
It’s been a month of successfully and not so subtly avoiding Bucky. There was one time where you were about to land for a mission, he got much too close to you for your liking and you thought he was about to say something so you grabbed a parachute and quite literally jumped out the jet, then walked the rest of the way to the Hydra base. Everyone had to wait for you, some annoyed, some found the situation too amusing to be bothered by it. Anyway. 
You’re at the gym for an early morning workout, a habit you took to when you started avoiding Bucky. You know he usually stays up at night, occasionally because he still gets nightmares, usually because his overthinking mind tortures him until early hours, so he uses mornings to sleep in when he doesn’t have missions. You’re on the treadmill when you hear the doors of the gym open but think nothing of it, assuming it’s just Steve replacing his morning run with a workout because it’s too hot to run outside. When you don’t hear him say anything, you’re about to turn your head to see who it is, but before you can do anything you feel two hands, one cold and one hot, on your waist. You squeal when they pick you up and take you away from the treadmill and set you down on the ground in front of it before turning off the machine.
-Bucky, what the fuck?! I could’ve gotten hurt!- you were so shocked you didn’t even fully realize you were actually talking to the person you’ve spent so much time and effort avoiding, or that you were walking backwards while Bucky was getting closer to you.
-oh please, I’d never let you get hurt- he’s almost amused, like this is a normal thing between you two, but the truth is he’s just happy that you’re actually talking to him. When your back hits the wall you realize too late that it’s Bucky in front of you, suddenly you’re looking around you to find a way to escape, but all you find is that he’s successfully trapped you between the wall and his body, his arms against the wall at either side of your head. You gulp loudly and if he notices he doesn’t say anything, but your brain is too busy registering the warmth of his body so close to yours to even be ashamed right now.
-Is this the only way I’ll get to talk to you now?- you almost missed his question, your eyes snapping up to meet his and, where you expected to see a smug look at having caught you not only off guard but also ogling, you found a frown and a slight pout. Something about the hurt on his face stopped you from lying or straight up kicking him so he’d move and you could run away. No, Bucky was your best friend, you’ve always felt the need to be honest with him ever since that first day, and even now you owe it to him to tell him nothing but the truth.
-I just need time- you hoped he understood.
-How much more time do you need?- apparently not.
-I don’t know, can’t you just be patient?- do you really have to ask him this?
-It’s been a month, doll, I think I’ve been plenty patient. Are you planning on avoiding me forever?- 
-not forever… just… I don’t know- if you were being honest with yourself, you didn’t know how long you would’ve kept on avoiding him. You were so busy doing the actual avoiding that you didn’t get to thinking when you’d be able to stop. You let out a sigh, but didn’t look away from his eyes for a second. He needed to know you meant every word you were about to say. -I was hurting, Bucky. I still am. I get that you have a girlfriend-
-I broke up with her- he interrupted you.
-you… what? When?- you weren’t expecting that.
-the night of our fight. I would’ve told you sooner but it was hard to catch you, you know with you avoiding me and everything.- you almost lost your train of thought, but it didn’t matter that he was single, he was still the first one to walk away, why was it so wrong for you to do it now?
-It doesn’t matter… I know you don’t owe me anything, but you walked away from me, from my feelings.- you could see Bucky’s confusion so, before he could say anything, you explained. -that night on the roof. I know you were there, you heard me say that I loved you and you walked away like it was nothing. Like I was nothing. I know you don’t like me like that, and I can live with that in time, but it hurt. It still hurts.- you don’t know what you were expecting him to say, but it definitely wasn’t his next question.
-Do you remember the day we met?- you furrowed your brows in confusion and he waited for you to nod before he kept going. -we’ve never really talked about it, have we? It's ironic since we’ve talked about pretty much every topic we could possibly come up with. But that day, you introduced yourself and I just got up and walked away. Kind of what you’ve been doing this past few weeks-  he chuckled a bit and you had the impression he was getting closer to your face, but you were probably just imagining that.
-Yeah, I thought I did something wrong, but you were just a rude bitch.- he laughed and you couldn’t help but smile.
-I’m sorry about that, I just… the second I saw you I felt weird. And when you talked to me it was too much, I couldn’t handle it. I didn’t know what I was feeling and my brain just screamed at me to get out, so I did. Then you came to my door and said all those nice things and that weird feeling started to feel more and more comfortable as you talked. It was nice. Then we became friends and I guess I just dismissed that feeling as friendship. It was a different type of friendship that I’d never had. Then again I’ve never been this close to a woman, emotionally speaking.- His hand came to cup your cheek and you couldn’t speak, so he took the opportunity to say everything he needed to say.
-This month has been hell for me, doll. I’ve missed you more than I’ve ever missed anybody in my entire life. Not being able to spend time with you, joke around, talk to you, barely even see you. It's been driving me insane. Being away from you for so long made me realize what that feeling was. You’re not just my best friend, you’re my person. You’re my calm, and my reason. You’re my happiness, my home. You’re the love of my life.-
-what?- you were basically whispering, so quietly you’re sure he wouldn’t have heard you if he didn’t have super hearing.
-I love you too, doll. I love you.- he held your face in his hands -I love you.-
You felt like your brain shut down all of a sudden. You barely knew how to breathe, let alone talk. All you could do was stare at him, the look he was giving you making you weak in the knees.
-You’re killing me here, doll. For the love of god, say something, angel.- The nickname seemed to snap you out of it, and there was only one thing in your mind left to ask.
-If you love me, why didn’t you tell me on the roof?- he let out a deep sigh, you could feel his breath on your lips, but you tried your hardest to focus on his words and not his lips.
-For one I was still with Sharon. And I didn’t really know what I was feeling. Also, I wasn’t even sure you were serious. Honestly, I was just confused about the whole thing, and still mad about the fight, nothing good would’ve come from me staying and talking to you that night. I probably would’ve ended up hurting you more.- All that made a lot of sense, sure, but it didn’t change the fact that it hurt. The look in Bucky’s face at the moment though made you want to forgive him right this second and let this whole thing go. Pretend like the last month didn’t happen. 
So that’s what you did.
-What if…- you started, looking back and forth between his eyes and his lips -what if we forget all of this happened?-
-no.- he answered so fast and firmly that it made you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. -I don’t want to forget anything about us, doll. Good or bad, it’s all worth it, as long as it ends with you in my arms.-
You were melting and couldn’t hold yourself back, you grabbed his face and brought his lips down to yours. He froze a little, probably not expecting it, but when you were about to pull away, he held your face to keep you there, deepening the kiss. You heard someone clear their throat and almost threw Bucky off of you, looking behind him while he turned to see who it was. Steve and Sam were standing there, amused looks on their faces.
-we were just talking- you blurted out and Sam cracked and almost doubled over with laughter.
-Really?- Steve said, knowing damn well what you were doing.
-Of course they were, Steve, she was obviously trying to get the word out of his mouth- Sam said to the blonde, still laughing his ass off.
-Oh, sure she was. Tell us, sweetheart, what did you find in Bucky’s mouth?- Steve was now laughing too, and you were so embarrassed you hid your face in Bucky’s chest. He wrapped his arms around you, barely glaring at the two laughing idiots.
-Ok, just get out of here, punks.- Fortunately they decided for once in their lives to actually listen and left. -you okay there, doll?- he was now chuckling at your embarrassment.
You raised your head and, meeting his eyes, you said -I can’t believe Captain Dumbass is making fun of us for kissing.- he started laughing and you gladly joined him, looking forward to making up for the time you missed with him, unknowingly promising each other to never let go of the other ever again.
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mvltisstuff · 9 months
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Could i request for a Conrad fisher X reader where reader has a younger sibling who gives her a hard time and her parents favour her younger sibling more. It's the reader's bday on the same day as belly's and her family doesn't get her anything and they don't bother with an excuse either and say they don't really care abt her so it doesn't matter. So Conrad comforts her later and if u don't mind u could include some smut at the end?
(this is my situation rn lololol but without Conrad to comfort me😭)
matilda - c.f
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summary: request
conrad fisher x reader
a/n: i’m so sorry love, sorry this is a few days late but you are so loved and appreciated no matter what, hope this makes you happy today <3
it’s been a recurring theme for most of y/n’s life. the overheard quotes about the older sibling had eventually become a reality. they didn’t even wait for y/n to try and live up to them. instead, they just accepted that their daughter wasn’t as good as the rest of their children.
as upsetting as it is, kids experience it too much. y/n experiences it every day, so when she realized it wasn’t normal, that’s when it started to hurt more every year.
this day was supposed to be different. she was so excited, turning 18 and finally being an adult. free of her parents if she wanted to be. she thought that maybe, just maybe, her parents would think of her for a day, and make it about it. alas, the second she woke up and walked into the kitchen, y/n’s hopes were shut down.
“y/n, can you take y/b/n to practice? i’m going out with sharon today,” her mom said, barely even looking at her.
“uh, i’m leaving in a bit, remember?” she speaks, trying to sound as polite as possible. “the fishers invited me over for today.”
“hon, we get it,” her dad talks next, peering up over his glasses and newspaper of the town. “but, to some point, it’s just another day. just do what your mother asked.”
y/n looks at her little siblings at the table, messing around and receiving no repercussions. she still remembers when that was her. playing with her parents, happier than she ever was again. she loves her siblings to death, but she loves herself, too. y/n deserves more than she’s been given, so she confides. she drives her brother to whatever practice, wishing him luck as he whispers a happy birthday, then jumping out of the car to see his friends.
she’s already dressed up for the party for belly. the fishers had welcomed her with open arms, even having decorations and sweets for her on the table. everyone figured she’d have something going on at home, but oh, they were so wrong. she didn’t receive a single birthday message from the people who gave her life, so did it matter? even if she didn’t believe it, at least the fishers knew she was worth it. she was dressed in one of her best outfits, a simple dress with small flowers printed over. she had small wedges and her hair was done neatly. she felt pretty, she is pretty.
she walked into the house, belly hearing the door open first. she skips toward, engulfing y/n in a huge hug. “y/n!” she squeals. “happy birthday!”
“oh, belly! happy birthday to you, you look so cute!”
“are you kidding? your man’s gonna go wild when he sees you!” she whispers, making y/n blush toward the end.
“belly, stop!” she nudges. “he’s not my man… yet.”
they giggle together before moving back into the kitchen where y/n greets susannah and laurel, along with the rest of the boys. conrad stands up first, in a heartbeat. he walks over, almost lifting y/n off the ground in a hug.
“hey! happy birthday!” he tells her, excitedly as he pulls away. jeremiah comes piling in next, saying his words to the person he considers a sister.
“didn’t y/m/n have anything planned?” susannah asked from the pure kindness in her heart.
“oh,” y/n mutters. “we, uh, we did something yesterday.”
conrad can tell when y/n lies. he can read her like a book at this point. he’s spent so long fanboying over her that he knows what she’s feeling. when she’s sad, excited, pissed, he knows. it pulls at his heart when he can sense the disappointment in her voice. he starts to get more alarmed with every drink she takes throughout the day. she’s not even a big drinker, never really taking an offer. now he’s positive somethings wrong.
if y/n’s parents didn’t care about her, they don’t care if she drinks, right? she’s with her friends, she’s allowed to. plus. it’ll take the edge off of the internal wounds her parents have left her with. her feelings on the whole matter start to disintegrate for a while, until belly’s cake comes out and is handed to her. it’s so nicely done, perfect detail and so much love. they put time into her cake and party, and y/n can’t help the jealousy rising up. she vividly remembers every one of her younger siblings birthdays. all of them having their friends and a party, while y/n was just locked in her room on her birthday. the presents and the cheesy grins from everyone were overwhelming every year. she couldn’t help but think about what it could be like with her real family. maybe they could love her as much as she deserves, but in reality, they won’t. they can, but they chose not to, which hurts even more.
y/n stumbles around on the balcony, around people while carefully savoring every last drop of whatever is in her can. she’s probably had too many, but she doesn’t care. it’s almost like it’s reversed itself now. she watches belly open all of her presents and receive hugs and kisses, and the lump in her throat becomes thicker. she thinks of the alcohol as her enemy now, just bringing back the thoughts in her sober mind.
it’s not until everyone hears the clicking of y/n’s heels on the pavement that they notice her walking away. her hand is swiping away the loose tears and everyone looks at conrad. if there’s anyone y/n wants to see, it’s him. they’ve been in love for so long, it’s almost painful to watch. as she walks away, blurry vision from the alcohol and the tears, she tries to grab another can from the box before a hand stops her.
“i don’t think that’s a good idea,” conrad says, gently taking it out of her hand and landing it back in the box.
“oh, great. more fuckin’ judgment,” she retorts, making conrad’s face contort.
“hey, what’s going on? you’ve been off all day.”
“i am, perfectly fine,” y/n slurs. conrad places a hand on her shoulder, and takes them to sit on the steps. his arm is wrapped around her, the other one gripping her hand.
“i know you’re not. it’s ok to not be ok,” he looks at her nose scrunch and her cheeks turn red again. “hey, hey, don’t cry, you’re alright.”
“no,” she weeps out, putting her head in her hands. “i’m a mess! i don’t know what to do, i cant make it any better and i’ve been trying for 14 fucking years!”
“hold on,” he keeps his voice low. “what do you mean?”
“my parents don’t give a shit. they haven’t since y/b/n was born and they didn’t even bother about me anymore,” conrad pulls her into his arms, leaning back as her teardrops soak into his shirt. “i didn’t do anything for this, and belly’s being loved unconditionally without having to fight for it. and i feel like a bitch getting upset over it but-“
“absolutely not. don’t say that ever again. you don’t deserve anything they’re giving you. anything they’ve said to you is a fucking lie. i know who you are. you’re the most perfect, beautiful person i’ve ever met, inside and out. you don’t have to prove anything to them, because they don’t deserve your amazingness,” he speaks to her. it’s nothing but the truth, and nothing he would ever hesitate to say. “and i will spend forever trying to prove to you that you’re nothing but beautiful a beautiful person.”
y/n looks up at him, only bursting into more tears as he laughs a bit. “oh, my god, conrad. i love you, so much. i know i’m drunk but i mean it more than anything.” she’s felt nothing like she does now. she’s never had someone accept her so quickly and with so much appreciation. she feels like she can do nothing but cry and just love on him.
“i’m glad,” he begins again. “because i love you, too. no matter what your parents say or do. they don’t define you.”
and in this moment, for the first time in a long time, y/n knows someone loves her. and he’s not just saying it for comfort. she doesn’t need her parents to be loved. if they can’t do that, there will forever be someone out there who loves her just as much. she knows she’s enough, and that’s enough.
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badingsm · 5 months
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hai! can you write a g!p/intersex nat big age gap
Warnings: Cursing, age gap, office romance, slightly mean Nat, intersex (but it will only come soon!), no hate towards Sharon :)
Hi Anon! It's going to be a miniseries again because The Proposal is my all-time favorite romcom (love SANDY B!) and it's kind of fitting anyway. Nat is in her early 40s and the reader's mid-20s, okay? I think Sands was 45 in that movie.
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"Shit, shit, shit-"
You muttered underneath your breath as you tried to slip past the crowd.
Your alarm clock rang on time, but your body didn't wake up on time, and now you were in a rush to get your boss's coffee because, if not, she'd chew you down with her endless words filled with anger and more.
"Y/n! Hey!" Athena called you over the line, and you sighed in relief. "Here you go! Your regular lattes."
"Thank you, thank you! You saved my life!" You grinned sweetly towards the other woman with whom you've shared a special bond because of the times that she has saved you from getting the tardiness talk with your punctual boss. You then rushed to the traffic, mingling with the cars, to cross over the street to go and enter your building. Thankfully, just as the doors of the elevator were about to close, you ended up entering just in time. You turned your head, panting, to your co-worker beside you. "Are you okay there, buddy?"
He nodded shortly and said, "Yes."
"Yeah, me too!" You smiled.
The ride in the elevator was quiet, but you felt relieved when you realized that you were four minutes earlier than your boss. The doors soon opened, and just as you were rushing through your boss's office, you suddenly collided with the janitor named Fred, causing the one cup of coffee to spill all over your clothes.
"Sweet jesus!"
"I'm so sorry!" He apologized profusely, and you didn't have the heart to get mad because he's a good man.
But still.
You've got a soaking button-up blouse, making you rush towards your friend's corner to borrow hers because you know you'll be sitting on an hour and a half lecture about your dirty clothes at work.
And nobody wants that.
"I've got Taylor Swift Eras Tour tickets, VIPs, and I need a shirt in 5.. 4.. 3.. 2.."
"Morning hassle?" Kate chuckled lowly, already removing her suit jacket to go change with you in the corner.
"Thanks!" You breathed out, grabbing one of the coffee cups before rushing towards the witch's office because you'd already heard the loud clacking noises of her annoying stilettos. "Morning, boss. You have a conference meeting in 30 minutes."
"Yes. The one with the team where we'll talk about their useless opinions because they're just all words and no action, I know."
"Briefing with Director Fury by 9 o'clock."
"Did you call the one with the—the ugly attitude like her?"
"Sharon." You nodded. "I told her she'd be fired if she didn't pass her files by 4. The immigration also called-"
"Cancel the call. Push the meeting to tomorrow. Keep the lawyer on the sheets," Natasha mumbled while typing aggressively on her keyboard. "You should know our priorities by now."
Just as you were about to respond, the phone rang loudly, causing you to jog over the table to go and pick it up.
"Miss Romanoff's office." You greeted through the phone, "Yes, Director, you're calling us in your office—and we're on our way." You answered when you saw Natasha's signal. "Yes. We'll be there in 5. Thank you."
"Go grab the document that I told you to finish a few days ago," Natasha instructed with her monotone voice while she grabbed her coffee and turned around. You were about to do as she said when suddenly, you heard Natasha speak again, "Um, who's Athena, and why does she want me to call her?"
You turned around, grimacing when you saw her raised brows, holding the cup of coffee with some written phone number. "Well, that was originally my cup."
She squinted her eyes. "And I'm drinking your coffee, why?"
"Because your coffee spilled." You watch her take a sip slowly.
"So you drink unsweetened cinnamon-light soy lattes?" Natasha questioned carefully. You could practically feel the sharpness of her jawbone as she looked at you through those dangerous eyes of hers.
"I do," You replied, biting your inner cheeks. "It's like Christmas in a cup."
"Christmas in a cup, my ass."
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"Excuse me, gentlemen." You knocked against the hardwood door just as instructed and practiced. "Miss Foster's calling over the phone unstoppably, and I keep telling her you're otherwise engaged with some-"
Natasha signaled you sharply to come inside the room after she looked at you weirdly for a good while, as if some light bulb had just snapped inside her head, and you reluctantly agreed, even if it was against your will.
"Gentlemen," Natasha started with her sickly sweet smile that you know, even from a distance, is a fake one of hers, but she's always good at covering it up. "I understand the predicament that we are in. The thing about my deportation is kind of—and this might come as a surprise, but I assure you, no deportation will happen because well, Y/n and I—are, um, getting married.." You suddenly felt dizzy when those words were let out of her mouth. "Yes, you heard it right. We're getting married."
"Who's getting married?" Ross questioned with his white hair, chin-filled beard, and sarcastic look.
"Oh, you know, Y/n and I," Natasha answered with ease, even though you felt your whole world thicken with tension. "Just like your former assistant, Miranda—whom you fired because your wife found out about your affair," Your boss smirked when she finally got the upper hand again. "Y/n and I... we weren't meant to fall in love, but we did, and now we're getting married."
"Who's...?" You couldn't even utter a sentence because you stood there, completely dumbfounded. You were bombarded with this conversation that you had never even once in your life imagined happening. "Who's getting married...?"
"You and I." Natasha pinched your side so as not to make the others see. "Are getting married."
Cruel. Witch.
You blinked owlishly and repeated, "You and I are..."
"You and I are getting married, baby." Natasha awkwardly hugged you, patting your back while you coughed silently with the force that her palm had carried. "We're getting married soon, my love."
"Wow." You fishmouthed, your brain running through a million miles while your mouth stayed rooted in its agape. "You... you and I are getting married?"
"Yes." She faced the director, who's been eerily silent ever since you've entered. "So, are we good here? Is there anything else?"
"Um," Ross cleared his throat loudly, "Just make it official, Miss Romanoff."
"Right!" Natasha nodded. "Wedding rings. Ceremonies. Got it. Of course."
"Mm, congratulations on the engagement, though."
"Thanks, Directors." Natasha briefly bid her goodbyes, and then you and her were off to go.
You followed her silently from behind, already hearing the defeaning murmurs of your co-workers, and you were already sweating profusely as you followed and shut the door behind the both of you.
Natasha sat through her paperwork, signing here and there like she hadn't just set your whole world upside down with her (not so) little announcement.
"Um, excuse me, were you not there?" You scoffed sarcastically, your jaw clenching while your fists shook uncomfortably against your sweaty palm. "What happened in there?"
"What?" Natasha raised her brow.
"Wedding? Marriage?" You whisper-shouted. "What the hell?!"
"Believe me, this will benefit you tremendously too," She replied, giving you a silent eye roll that you didn't fail to see because your eyes were trained against her. "If anything, you should be thanking me."
"Do explain."
"Well, for one, if I'm getting deported, you'll be automatically moved or fired, and I guarantee you, it will be the latter, and I know you don't want that." Natasha finally looked up from her paperworks; she stopped everything that she's doing as you stood there having an intense staring contest with her. "Don't you?" She scoffed, lolwly mumbling, "And it's not like you're saving yourself for somebody else."
"Well, I'd like to think so." With gritted teeth, you shook your head from side to side and answered, "No."
"Exactly. So, now, we're getting married." She uttered like it was the easiest and most normal thing in the world, "Schedule a meeting with the immigration department so everything will fall into place, yeah?"
Yeah, no..
Because really..
What the hell is going on?!
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imtryingbuck · 6 months
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Affair
Summary: Y/n founds out about her husband’s affair.
Word count: 1207
Warnings: Angst, Bucky is not good in this im sorry. Sad yet strong reader. Infidelity. Sharon and Steve. Little teeny tiny bit of body hate. Swear words.
A/n: there’s a line from my favourite song of Adeles.
Masterlist
Part 2
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The day she found out her husband was having an affair it felt like time had stopped. Thousands of questions sworn inside her head, she didn’t blame her husband or the other woman nope she blamed herself. It was her fault her husband was unfaithful, it was her fault she had not been enough for him, it was her fault for not satisfying his needs. It was her fault. 
After the self-blaming and self-hating she moved on to anger. Angry at her husband betraying her, angry at the other woman - a woman she had called a friend for 15 years - angry at herself, just unadulterated anger. 
Then came the self-pity party, where all she did was cry and cry and cry. She would stand in front of the full body mirror just in her underwear, picking at every single detail on her skin hating what she saw in the reflection. Then she would cry even more due to the fact that after finally loving and being kind to her own body, she was back to hating it. However, she didn’t just feel sorry for herself, no, no she felt sorry for her husband, her children, her husband’s mistress and the husband of her husband’s mistress.
Oh and then there was denial - but that went straight out of her head pretty quickly, after all she did catch them going at it with her own two eyes.
And finally came acceptance. She accepted her husband’s extra marital affair, she accepted that she had been betrayed by two people close to her. Completely aware that her marriage was over and dead.
Her heart remained broken though, that would never change.
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The sound of the door opening use to bring a smile on Y/ns face, sending her straight to the door awaiting him like a goddamn lapdog. Now though all it did was make her wonder which excuse she was going to be given. 
Sitting on the sofa with her knees pulled up staring at the tv screen, chuckling quietly to herself as Peter Griffin continues his antics, wondering to herself why Lois puts up with him. Already smelling the mistress’s perfume on him makes her roll her eyes. 
“Hey bab-“
“I filed for divorce.”
He actually has the audacity to act shocked “w-what do you mean? Bab-“
“Stop. Just stop. I know about your affair, I know you’ve been sleeping with Sharon for the past six months, probably longer I don’t know” mumbling the last part quietly “but all that matters is that I know so now we’re getting divorced.”
She sees him in her peripheral nervously shifting foot to foot, colour completely drained from his face, is that tears? Gross. Before he can even get a good enough excuse for his betrayal straight, she continues.
“Don’t say anything it’s not going to change my mind or decision. I spoke with my lawyer who thinks I’m being to kind - his words not mine - anyway I told him in don’t want money or the house from you. Custody will be split between us evenly” standing up wrapping her arms around herself “you know at first I wanted so many answers but now I just want to know one thing, do you think you can be honest for once? Do you actually think Sharon is going to want you know that I’m leaving you? Think you both can run off into the sunset and live happily ever after?” Using a baby like voice at the end she chuckles at his expression, she can’t tell if it’s heartbreak that she’s leaving him or heartbreak that his mistress isn’t going to want him anymore - laughable. 
“The answer is no by the way. I feel bad though, you both deserve each other. Both so wrapped up in your own selflessness that you were happy to ruin two marriages, two families! To betray, lie and deceive your spouses who happen to be friends! All for what? Sex?” Stepping back when he tries to reach out “don’t fucking touch me! Don’t you dare try and touch me AFTER you’ve been with her! What the actual fuck is wrong with you? And don’t you dare stand there and cry! You did this, you both did. Oh and Steve knows” Literally as she said that his phone started ringing “Go ahead and answer it’s probably your best friend or your mistress, go ahead James and answer” at the sound of his first name he flinched, he pulled his phone out and sighed, declining the call he looked back at the woman who he had the privilege of calling his wife. The mother of his children, the woman who he has loved from the moment he was introduced to her. The woman who he cheated on.
“I’m sorry” is all he could say, he really didn’t remember how the affair started or why on earth he continued it, he has this perfect wife at home, his other half his soulmate and he cheated, he couldn’t even give her a good enough excuse. His guilt was hitting like a ton of bricks, he betrayed his wife and his best friend all for a quick fuck that wasn’t even good.
“You’re sorry? I’m sorry too. I’m sorry that when the morning comes, you’re going to have no one. I feel for you James honestly - stop swaying you’re making me feel seasick, sit down.” Watching him sit on the chair she moves to sit where she was originally sat before.
“Listen I just want to get this off my chest before I go to bed okay, I have loved you so deeply that I honestly don’t think I’d ever stop loving you but James I can’t forgive you, maybe one day in the future I will but not right now. I have been stood by your side through every single thing that has happened to you, and yet you betray me. I don’t know what went wrong with us but whatever I did I’m sorry-“ when he tries to intervene she puts her hand up “Just listen! I’m sorry that our story has ended this way but i can’t trust you anymore or even stand the sight of you if I’m being honest. You have given me something that I can't live without, you mustn't underestimate that when you are in doubt. But this is where our story ends.” 
Wiping her tears with the sleeve of her jumper, she stands up stronger and taller than ever before. 
“You can sleep on the sofa or head to Sharon’s I know Steve said he’d be staying with Sam and Nat. Tomorrow I’ll be taking the kids to our new house and then I guess we’ll go from there” Shrugging her shoulders as she doesn’t know what else to say to him. “Goodnight James, I truly hope you all the best”
Once in the comfort of her bedroom she listens to hear his movements but all she can hear are his cries. Smiling sadly, she climbs into the bed, she fears the unknowing of what her future holds whilst also excited for it.
For the first time since she found out about her husband’s affair she sleeps peacefully.
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tare-anime · 1 month
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Yor never had any valuable jewelry, until her husband bought one for her. (AO3, Comedy, Fluff, Rings, Pre-reveal)
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Yor is sitting near the pond at the mall. 
They are currently on their “scheduled date to maintain true couple persona”. Yor is currently waiting for Loid who has been going to buy them a refreshment after roaming around the mall. 
Yor is very grateful for the small break. Because after “working overtime” for 4 consecutive nights, she is quite tired. She has put on her most convincing smile throughout their date, but it seems Loid can still see the underlying tiredness in her. 
No, Yor!! Don’t be ungrateful!! She shakes her head vehemently. Loid is tired too, but he is still going on with the schedule. 
She then slaps her cheeks. Come on! Be more energetic!
“Oh my gosh!! This is truly very pretty, darling!!”
A squeal of delight coming from her left makes Yor turns her head to observe the source.
A couple has just exited a jewelry store. The woman is admiring the gem on her finger while at the same time nuzzling the man. 
“Nothing but the best for my dear darling!” Yor hears the man return the gesture.
Soon after they share a very passionate kiss that Yor’s face feels warm and she has to avert her eyes. 
Is giving gifts and kissing in public a normal thing for couples to do?? She puts both of her palms on her cheeks, hoping to ease the warmth there before Loid returns.
Suddenly she gasps when she remembers the day’s conversation at the break room of City Hall. 
“Look at this new necklace and earrings my boyfriend bought me!!” Millie squealed in delight.
“It’s a cheap imitation.” Sharon answered uninterestedly, puffing out smoke through the opened window.
“It’s the intention that matters the most!” Millie chirped.
“Right. And that is exactly the sign that he is cheating.” Camilla scoffed and yet she eyed the jewelry intently.
“You guys are just jealous because your partners didn’t buy you anything.” Millie looked at her reflection in the mirror and aligned her head right to left. “Look at Yor-senpai. She didn’t find this strange because her gorgeous husband must’ve bought her plenty of things, right??”
“Ah.. uh….” Yor blabbered her answers when three pairs of eyes focused on her.
Returning to the present, Yor's mouth squiggles. Oh no! Loid and I never buy each other anything. Does this make us suspicious??
Yor dreadfully look at the Jewelry Store. Maybe I should–...
“Sorry for waiting, Yor.” 
“GAAHH!!” Yor jumps in her seat upon hearing Loid’s soft voice. 
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to–...” Loid is taken aback.
“No no no !! It’s alright. I was just spacing out.” She forces a smile.
Loid tilts his head and gives her the drink, “Are you tired?”
Accepting the drink Yor immediately denies, “No! Not at all. I was just…” She glances at the jewelry store. “I just remembered that at City Hall today….”
She shakes her head. No, Yor. Don’t be silly. You can’t just buy Loid anything. You haven’t asked whether Loid is comfortable with wearing any jewelry. 
And thus she smiles at Loid and says, “Nevermind. So, where are we going next?” 
But Loid is seen following her gaze and then he asks, “Shall we take a look?”
Yor is aghast, “No! That’s not what I meant. There were a couple that–...”
“To be honest, I’ve been thinking of buying you a ring for a long time,” He cuts her and smiles, “And now may be the best moment.” 
Yor wrings her hand, “No need. You already gave me a ring.”
“Huh?” Loid furrows his brows, “I don’t think I ever give you…??”
“That night. After Cammila’s party. When we were…uumm” Yor’s suddenly finds her heart beating faster when she recites the moment when they exchange their vows. 
Loid’s face dawns and he whispers, “You keep that?”
“Of course!” Yor exclaims, “You gave it to me!”
She sees how his mouth moves through clenched jaw before he says, “We shall go to the store right now. I insist.”
Yor confusedly answers, “But I–...”
“It’s a very normal thing a couple do, Yor.” Loid suddenly turns serious, “If I don't do it, people might get suspicious about us.”
Yor gasps. So what Millie said was true after all!! 
With new determination, Yor nods and stands up 
Both of them then march to the jewelry store.
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“Something caught your interest, Ma’am?” Yor turns to look at the elderly woman who happens to run the store.
She bites her lower lips and mumbles, “I’m not sure. All of these are sparkling and beautiful.”
Yor furrows her brows hard. I never really had any jewelry before. Which one should I choose? A good value for money? The most sparkling one? The one that can be used as a secret weapon?? 
Loid tries to help her, “Perhaps you can arrange a custom-made one?”
“Absolutely, Sir! Please kindly sit here and wait for a moment.” The woman gestures to the stools at the corner of the store and hastily goes to the inner part of the shop.
Yor’s eyes bulge. “Wait, Loid. That might be-...”
“You can have something more to your liking that way, no?” He smiles gently and leads Yor to sit down with him.
Yor nods at his logic. 
Before long the shop owner comes back and sits in front of them. She then carefully places a tray covered in black velvet at the table in front of them. On top of the tray lay numerous gems in different cutting and colors. 
Yor’s jaw drops in awe. “Wow…..”
“We can start by choosing the stone that you like, Ma’am.” The shop owner gestures at the gems.
Yor glances at the elder lady before licking her lips nervously and focusing on the gems in front of her.
I never thought buying jewelry would be this difficult! She internally shouts in frustration.
After several seconds of silence, the shop owner chimes, “May I suggest some advice?”
Yor looks at her pleadingly, “Please do!!”
The elder woman smiles gently, “While it’s true the stones are different by their values, their color, or even their cutting, it doesn't define how one chooses their lucky stones. Just choose your favorite one. The one that can give you courage. The one that can be your good luck charm. That is the best way to choose your treasures.”
Yor blinks when she tries to comprehend the advice.
Soon after, Loid chimes from her side, “For example, you can choose the stone according to your favorite color.” 
She turns her head and looks at her husband who smiles supportively to her right, while hearing the shop lady agree with him, “That is such a wonderful example, Sir!”
Favorite colors, huh? She muses while looking directly at Loid’s eyes.
Yor looks back at the shop owner and whispers, “Then, do you have a gem that’s the same color as his eyes?”
At the same time, she hears Loid sputters, and the shop owner squeals.
Huh??! What?? Did I say something wrong?? 
“Oh my. Oh my. OH MY!!! Of course, I have, dear!!” the shop owner practically screeches in delight and runs to the back of the shop, “Wait here!” 
Yor is truly confused by the commotion happening around her.
“Yo-... Yor?? Are you sure that is the color that you want?”
Yor turns her attention back to her husband, and she nods. “Yes. I’ve always loved how your eyes are like the clear water of the ocean. They are beautiful. Calm. Peaceful. And… I’ve always felt accepted when I look at them.” 
Suddenly, Loid clamps his mouth as his face turns a shade of red. 
Oh no!! I really did something wrong, didn't I?? Loid must be angry with me!! Yor flabbergast. Immediately she tries to backpedal, “No, Loid I’m sor–...”
“Here are my collections!” The shop owner returns with vigor and puts another tray in front of them. “They range from the modest to the best to the–..”
“I’m sorry, I think I’ll–...”
Before she can muster the sentence, Loid slams the table and slides his card to the shop owner. 
He then growls, “The best one. Give my wife the best stone you have!!”
The shop owner’s eyes glint as she nods vigorously, “Of course, Sir!”
Huh??? 
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That day, they ended up buying a very beautiful stone and even made a custom ring, whose design was consulted with Yor for several days until she granted her assent.
Today, Yor is vibrating with excitement when she returns home from her latest assignment which made her return home later than usual. 
It’s too bad that Anya has gone to bed so she cannot share the excitement with the child, but she can always show it to her daughter later. 
After a quick shower, she immediately joins Loid in their living room for their nightly tea routine.
Still giddy, she sits on her usual spot on the loveseat and shows him the small velvet box. 
“Oh! It’s done already?” Loid smiles. 
Yor smiles brightly and nods. “It is!!”
“Have you tried it?”
She shakes her head, “Not yet.” 
She then smiles brightly and rambles, “I’ve seen the design and it’s gorgeous. I’m sure the real thing will be even more beautiful. So I want to show you first. And I want you to be the one who put it–..”
She halts her tongue. 
Wait wait, Yor!! If you ask Loid to put the ring on your finger, doesn’t it mean…..
All of a sudden she remembers a romantic scene from Berlint in Love. It was such a peak romantic and fulfilling scene that Yor can’t help but shed a tear in happiness for the two characters. 
And that might be also what nudges her to have the silly idea of asking Loid in the first place. It sounds like a good idea at first, but….. 
Her heart starts to beat faster and faster. 
She grips the box hard and looks at the floor. Oh no. Oh No! I should–...
“Yor.”
She snaps her head at her husband. “Y–... yes??”
“May I?” He kneels in front of her, opening his palm up.
Since when did he??? 
Her lip squiggles. “Uuuh… maybe… maybe it’s best if….”
He tugs at the box. “Please?”
Yor forcefully relaxes her finger, letting Loid take the box from her. 
He then opens the box with one hand, while his other hand gently takes her left hand.
Yor feels her chest about to burst. 
Her face feels extremely hot. 
When she feels the cold ring touch her finger, she flinches. 
She cannot take it any longer so she shuts her eyes. 
She is focusing so hard to hold back her violent reflexes, especially when she feels Loid’s reverent touch as he slides the ring onto her finger. 
After what felt like forever, Yor finally felt the ring settle perfectly on her finger. 
For some unknown reason, the sensation makes her tremble. 
“Yor. Breathe….”
“Phwaaaahh….” She lets go of the breath she didn’t realize she had been holding.
She can hear Loid’s whispers. “You can open your eyes too.”
Slowly Yor opens her eyes and immediately she comes face to face with Loid, who for some reason flushes red. 
“Beautiful.” 
Yor blinks. “Huh?”
Loid gulps, “The-... The ring. Look.” 
Yor looks down and gasps. 
She then lifts her hand to observe the ring under their living room’s lamp. 
Yor really is in awe. The ring truly is beautiful. And… “It does have the same color as your eye ” 
Loid splutters.
“Loid?”
“Te–.. Tea??” 
Just like that time, Loid is seen clamping his mouth and his face turns extremely red. “Are you alright, Loid?”
He nods stiffly and returns to his seat in an awkward motion.
His odd behavior concerns Yor, but if the man says that he’s alright, then Yor has to believe him. 
She clutches at her finger as she smiles. “Thank you so much, Loid. I’ll treasure this forever!”
Despite his condition, her husband manages to smile brightly and nods.
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I was enchanted when I watched 7th Time Loop anime, that I hunted down the light novel. After reading these particular scenes, that made me squeal and wrung my leg like a schoolgirl, I knew I HAD to make the TwiYor version. ^^
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holylulusworld · 8 months
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Windfall
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Summary: You are the last unmarried lady. A spinster.
Pairing: Royal!Stucky x Royal!Reader
Warnings: 30+ reader, modern royal au, old fashioned society when it comes to the age of unmarried women (kinda), polyamorous, throuple marriages are allowed in this world, mentions of rejection, the reader is a loner, bitchy ladies, established mlm relationship,
Square filled for @allcapsbingo: B5: Loneliness
Words: 940+
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The ladies sneer when you pass them by. You don’t spare them a glance, aware that they do not like you.
People always fear what they do not understand. Like a woman who wants more in life than being her husband's arm candy.
“I don’t know why she holds her head high like that. She’s the last unmarried daughter. Even her younger sibling and almost every cousin are engaged to a gentleman. The last one will be married soon and the poor soul not getting the chance to marry one of the younger ones will settle for the windfall.”
The other women giggle at Lady Dorothy’s words. “You’re right. No one wants the old spinster. A man wants a young woman, a beautiful innocent blossom. Not a withering rose.”
You don’t take their words to heart. They are not wrong. All the gentlemen roaming your parents' house only came for your sister or the cousins your father took in after their parents passed away.
“Lady Y/N,” you sigh when Lady Sharon makes her way toward you. At least she’s kind enough to talk to you in public. “There you are!”
“My dear,” Lord Loki, Sharon’s husband greets you. He bows and presses a chaste kiss to your hand. He’s one of the few men seeing you as more than an old spinster. Loki appreciates your wit. “How have you been?”
“Fine, Lord Loki,” you reply. Unlike the other ladies in the room, you look him straight in the eyes. You’re not the kind of woman cowering in front of a man only because he has a cock between his legs. “I hope you are well too.”
“Very well,” he smiles at his wife. “My brother finally got engaged.”
“Again,” Sharon adds. “He’s a little fickle when it comes to courting for a woman. He should grow up and settle for one lady.”
“I understand him well,” you nod thoughtfully. “It isn’t easy to find the person you want to spend the rest of your life with. You should choose with your heart and mind.”
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You barely escaped the nagging ladies and their gossip. Now you are hiding at the library to read another book. Loki and Sharon wouldn’t mind. They invited you to use their library when you are around and read as many books as you want to.
Nose burying in another book you don’t recognize someone sneaking inside the library.
“Stevie, you look so good today.” Your eyes flit up when you hear voices behind one of the shelves. “I can’t wait to put my hands on you.”
“Buck, we can’t. Not here.”
Frowning you listen closely. There is commotion behind the shelf, and you are sure, the men are up to no good.
You close the book and get up to find out what’s going on. If someone tries to steal Loki’s books, you will stop them at all costs.
Silently sneaking toward the shelf, you practice your speech in your mind. You’re not shy, but two men can be intimidating. Especially when they try to commit a crime.
You round the shelf, stopping in your tracks as you face the men. Your breath hitches in your throat because the men do not try to steal Loki’s books. No. They are kissing each other passionately.
You recognize the men. James Buchanan Barnes and Steven Grant Rogers. You heard rumors about them being in a relationship but never talked to them before.
You swallow thickly. What can you do? Say something? Tell them to not do such a thing at Loki’s library.
The only thing you can do is turn back around and walk toward the armchair to read your book. If you leave the library now, they will know you saw them. If you say something, they will get mad.
So, you sit back down, open your book, and start reading. You can still hear them kiss and moan but try to blend the noises they make out. It’s inappropriate to listen to their lovemaking. Not to mention sinful and forbidden.
You close your eyes and bite your lower lip. Their moans go straight to your lower half, the sacred garden you only touch at night, hidden in your bedroom.
“Aw, Bucky. Look at that pretty angel touching herself for us. Do you think we should help her out?”
Your eyes snap open as you feel eyes on you. You didn’t realize that the book slipped from your fingers and that you bunched up your skirt to slip your hand into your panties.
“I-no. I didn’t,” you lick your dry lips. “I wouldn’t… no. This is a misunderstanding.” You furiously shake your head.
The men watch your move your fingers, smirking as you cannot stop yourself from touching your clit.
“Doll, you are rubbing your sweet pearl for us, huh?” Bucky’s eyes are glued to your spread legs. “Tell me, did you like watching Stevie and me?”
You nod.
“Did it make your petals all wet?” Steve husks. “Did you touch yourself because you wanted us to touch you?”
You nod again.
“Stevie,” Bucky whispers lowly. “Do you know who she is? The angel no one dared to marry. It’s said that she’s a fiery little thing. Untamable and mouthy.”
“I’m not!” You grunt. “How dare you say such a thing!”
“Fiery and naughty, my beloved,” Steve cups his lover’s face to kiss him deeply. He moans into Bucky’s mouth, making you gasp loudly. “I guess she needs two strong pairs of hands to tame her.”
“Indeed,” Bucky smirks. “I bet her father will be so happy when she gets married to not one but two Lords making her an honest woman…”
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americas-ass-writing · 2 months
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Get up, try again, walk it off
Steve Rogers x reader
Summary: Steve was tired of it all and wants to give up but someone convinces him not to
Words: 1.8k
Warnings: mentions of injuries, mentions of a hospital, dark thoughts, thoughts of death/ wanting to die
A/N: I wrote this when I was absolutely devastated after yet another rejection. I fixed the ending to be happier when I was in a better mood. I would have let this rot in my drafts if it wasn't for @anika-ann telling me that it's beautiful I could channel my emotions and create something and that she wants to read it. So thanks love 💙
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You fall, you push yourself up. You fail, you try again. You get hurt, you walk it off.
Wisdoms Steve lived by his whole life. But what if... What if he reached a point where he doesn't have the strength to push himself up? What if he doesn't have the strength to try again? What if he doesn't want to walk it off? What if he just gave up? If he just let the exhaustion win and succumb to it?
Fight after fight, loss after loss, punch after punch. Steve was tired. So tired. He did so much good, saved so many lives. Why did he never get kindness back? Why did people spit on him for saving the city? Why did he only become a facade, a symbol and nothing else? Why did his feelings not matter?
His eyes open and he almost lets out a sigh that they do. Couldn't they stay closed? Couldn't his body just... no. That's not how his genetically engineered body works. It doesn't give up. He manages a smile at Bucky who's already berating him for risking his life and squeezes Natasha's hand that holds his. This is the most kindness he gets, his little disfunctional family. Still his heart longed for more... For a person to love him, to love Steve Rogers the man behind the shield, a person he can love back. For stolen moments, sweet smiles, comforting hugs, sweet kisses, a neverending love. But when you work as a superhero you don't get these things. You don't get a person who loves you. So his little disfunctional family is all he has, all he'll ever get. With that realisation he closes his eyes again and enjoys his friends as the yearning in his heart grows stronger once more. Maybe one day his heart will align with his brain and understand that he'll never have that kind of love. Maybe one day his body will align with his brain so it understands giving up and being tired is not an option for Captain America. Maybe one day he'll just function.
It's worst when he's alone. The silence louder than ever and his heart squeezing painfully at the loneliness. Oh how he wished he had a special someone who'd curl up next to him in the hospital bed, someone who'd text him good night, someone who'd search his eyes and frown at what they find, someone who'd try to make it better.
Sometimes he tries to distract himself, imagine he had this person. Daydreams in the kitchen of arms wrapping around his waist, of someone dancing with him while the food cooks on the stove. Reading a story and imagining himself as the love interest in the romance book he hides within the history one. Drawing himself with a blank insert of a partner, fantasising about the latest date they went on. Dreaming about someone, only to wake up and realise the hand that cradled his face was his own.
Every time he comes back to reality his heart pangs with the pain of loneliness. Steve doesn't understand why his brain and heart wouldn't just get used to it. He doesn't understand why he could feel so alone when he's surrounded by people. It's been this way for years and it never changed. Not even when he attempted to find someone. Sharon didn't work out, dates went awful and he didn't stumble upon the love of his life like in those romcoms Nat and Wanda liked to watch. His eyes find the ceiling of the med bay again and he lets out a sigh. Couldn't they stay closed for once?
"Ah Captain Rogers you're still awake" his eyes fall on an older gentleman, probably what he'd look like if he wouldn't have been frozen all those years. "I'm sorry if I woke you up I just need to check some of your vitals." He explains further and walks up to the machine Steve is connected to. Steve's eyes flit over his nametag. "No problem Mr Stan" he says with the best smile he can muster. The older man chuckles and pads Steve's shoulder lightly. "Stan is my first name. I prefer using it over my last name. Now... You probably have an interesting story to tell about how you ended up here huh? Not every day we get in Captain America on the brink of death." The older man smiles at him before he takes notes on the starkpad. Once he's done he places it on the small nightstand next to Steve's bed and pulls up a chair. "It almost seems like you've been getting more reckless over the years. You used to come in with a scrape or broken rip, we're out in a heartbeat."
Steve doesn't know what inclines him to open up to this man he hasn't met before but he lets out a sigh and rubs his face. "Brink of death? I guess I just tried to save as many people as possible. Didn't get out of the building on time before it collapsed..." The older man lifts an eyebrow and gives Steve a look as if he doesn't buy his shit. It rivals his mom's. He doesn't have to say anything to get Steve to open up. "Maybe... Maybe I don't want to do this anymore..." He whispers and the older man's face melts to a look of sympathy.
"Even superheros can change their jobs or retire" he offers oh so sweetly, causing Steve to let out a bitter laugh. "It's... Not just the job... It's everything... But especially the loneliness... How... Why do I feel lonely even if I'm constantly surrounded by people?" His eyes fill with tears that he quickly blinks away. "Oh my boy... You long for a special someone, for love? It'll find you. And before you scoff again and tell me it won't... It will. Everyone's deserving of love. And everyone will get the love they give. And you have given so much love. You'll get all of it and more back." Steve doesn't know why but he believes him. The hope in his chest blooming once again after he tried to suffocate it for years.
"But when?" His voice breaks. "It's not fair that I have to wait for it... I... I lost so much, I gave so much. Why do I not have that special someone yet?" It's the first time in years Steve has shown any form of weakness to another person. "Life isn't fair my boy... But we need to make the best out of it. Now I assume you've tried to find someone" at Steve's nod the older man hums. "Maybe you've just looked in the wrong places. Maybe you need someone like yourself that's yearning for love?" He offers and Steve thinks about it for a moment before he nods. They could help each other, love each other, heal each other. "But where would I find someone like that?" He whispers. Stan gives him a smile. "That, my boy, only you can find out. But you'll know when you meet them." He gets up and pads Steve's shoulder before he grabs the starkpad and walks to the door. "Who knows, maybe they're closer than you think" he throws over his shoulder and gives Steve a kind smile before he leaves the room. Steve looks after him and mulls over his words. Another sigh and he closes his eyes, trying to figure out a close place where someone like him could be for him to find.
A timid knock on the door pulls him out of his sleep. When did he fall asleep? He opens his eyes and is confused to see light streaming through the window. "Captain Rogers?" The melodic voice pulls his view from the window to the door, to you. His breath catches as he takes you in. You're the most beautiful person he's ever seen.
"I'm sorry to wake you but I have to take your vitals and then Dr. Cho and Dr. Banner want to have a look at you." You explain and walk over to the machine. "And after that you'll get breakfast. Your friends are already waiting in the hallway with it." You explain and put some data in the starkpad.
"Stan already took my vitals... Only 3 hours ago." Steve explains and sits up a bit to make sure he read the time right. You stop in your tracks and look at him confused. "Stan?" Steve's alarm bells ring. Oh no. Did someone sneak in? Did he tell an enemy his deepest darkest secrets? "Stan only works mornings... He hasn't started yet today" you tell him with that soft tone of yours. "Maybe you dreamt it? I don't have any data entry from 3 hours ago" you offer him the starkpad to look at his file only to confirm it. "Oh..." Steve let's out and looks at you. "I... I guess I dreamt it..." He doesn't know why he's so embarrassed by it.
"Many patients with head injuries dream weird things. It's completely normal." You explain with a smile. He takes you in once more. It's the same smile he gives. Seemingly happy but the longer you look at the eyes, the more you notice the sadness behind them. Maybe it was a dream... Maybe it wasn't. Maybe you're the one closer than he thinks yearning for love just like he does.
"How long have you been working here?" Steve asks and could throw himself out of the window for it. Maybe he should take Bucky up on the offer to learn how to flirt. "A few months now... And you?" You visibly cringe at your answer which he finds adorable. "Sorry that was stupid... You've been here since the beginning I... I'm just bad at smalltalk." Steve chuckles a little and gives you a sweet smile. "It's fine... I'm not great at it either... I uh... I'm Steve" he offers you his hand and you gently take it and introduce yourself. Steve's heart skips a beat and he's sure you'd notice it on the machine he's hooked up to but you're too busy giving him the sweetest smile there is. This time with more happiness in your eyes and Steve swears in this moment that he'll do anything to see your eyes full of happiness.
After the next mission that lands him in the med bay he isn't alone in his bed. You're curled up next to him, playfully glaring and telling him how stupid he is. He has a smile on his lips the entire time and agrees with you which makes you smile. The prettiest smile he knows and your eyes are full of happiness.
Steve thinks your eyes can't get happier, until the next time you two find yourselves in a hospital bed. This time Steve is curled up on his side, his arm carefully draped over your stomach and his eyes never leaving you and your little bundle of joy. He never imagined his heart could be so full of love, his body vibrating with happiness and here he was. Just a couple years after he wanted to give up, after he basically begged his eyes to stay close. If his body would have listened he would have missed out on his beautiful life with you and now your little one.
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