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pinkydevil16 · 1 year

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Benedict Bridgerton x reader: part 2

Part 1

Benedict stood staring at his painting, something didn't feel right, his hands itched to paint more but the figure was blurry. Not just a figure, she was blurry, a skin toned blur with her face and delicate hands. Nothing else could be painted, he felt like he was betraying her even imagining her in such a scandalous way, he'd never thought paintings were truly scandalous, art wasn't scandalous. But this, the way her hands held the dress barely against her body, her eyes staring back at him as he mixed the blue and added it to the fabric concealing her. He hadn't seen her hair in such a state, natural and untamed, just like be saw her. Throwing the paint brush to the side he dug his palms into his eyes and groaned, the images flooding his mind making his skin ablaze.

"I should not be this attached." Benedict mumbled to himself, tossing his head back as he moved away from the painting, sighing to himself as he did.

"Ben? Ben are you in there?" Panicking Benedict threw a blanket over the painting, looking around the room to make sure his others were covered. Anthony opened the door, raising an eyebrow at his brother's state, blue paint coating his eyebrows as he glared at Anthony.

"The L/n's will be here soon and if you plan to woo Y/n i suggest you clean yourself up. And take care of that." Anthony chuckled as he pointed down, Benedict giving him a confused looked before looking down, eyes widening as he threw a rag at his brother cursing.

"Shit, i'll be down soon." Anthony laughed as he closed the door leaving his brother with red cheeks and shame practically seeping from his pores. Benedict slapped his face as he took a deep breathe, looking back at the painting in shame and shaking his head as he rushed to wash and relieve himself.

Y/n played with her gloves as her Mama spoke to Violet Bridgerton. She could feel the scrutinising gaze of Anthony and Eloise although she assumed the latter was more a questioning scrutiny compared to the judgemental gaze the eldest Bridgerton was giving her. Turning her head she caught his gaze, raising an eyebrow as he stared confidently back before looking away with his hands behind his back. The appearance of a perfect gentleman, but she could read him, could see the way his jaw tensed as she challenged him. It wasn't nearly as fun as when she challenged Benedict, the fun and playfulness of the challenge was no longer there instead she was questioning him.

"Please sit, i'm sure Benedict will be down soon he us just so passionate about his art he sometimes forgets the time." Y/n's Mama let out a small chuckle along with a comment Y/n didn't pay attention to as she looked around. A small cup in her hand as she thanked the maid, her fingers tapping against the porcelain as she smoothed down her dress, a simple dark blue dress her Mama had chosen.

"Do you agree Y/n?" Snapping her head up Y/n tried to keep back the confused look as Violet and her Mama watched her, waiting for an answer. Her throat dry as she tried to remember what they said but nothing came to her mind.

"I apologise for being late i lost track of time painting." Y/n's eyes were wide as she looked at Benedict, a silent thank you along with pleading eyes, a subtle smirk on his face as he looked at her taking a seat in a chair across.

"It is no worry Mr Bridgerton, may i ask what you were painting?" Y/n spoke softly, her eyes shifting from him to her cup as she took a sip, the two Mama's now chatting away as they hushed their tone to speak about their children. Benedict swallowed as he felt his neck grow hot, the shirt he wore suddenly tight and suffocating as he looked her over, the dark blue beautiful against her skin and a colour he had dabbled with in paintings.

"Just a few pieces of fruit Miss L/n, i just get lost in the details." Y/n looked him up and down, the small paint stains on his fingers with blues and skin tones making her eyebrow twitch as she wanted to question him further. In truth she wished to see some of his art, she was told time and again of his passion yet had never been privy to it.

"Well i would love to see your work sometime, i am a fan of art and your passion must be well founded." Her voice teased slightly but he knew she was genuine, a compliment that added to the heat under his collar, he was a mess and every comment she made was a temptation. He'd heard the men talk about the temptation of women, mostly of how they wanted to corrupt the innocent women of the ton but he had never thought of it. He would find a low cut dress to be desirable, the women he drew at parties and the way they would pull his collar to entice him, all deliberate, never had he been so entrapped by an innocent action such as how Y/n ran her hands along the chair. How the dark blue contrasted against her skin and pulled his eyes down, her hair down but meticulously pinned to frame her face, he wanted to be closer and see if her eyes had a mixture of colours instead of the singular one he painted. He felt addicted, taking in every detail down to the small embroidery on her dress, the length of her nails and what tone of blush coated her cheeks. He could sketch her from memory, wanted to sketch her now so she could see how he saw her but he didn't trust himself to be a gentleman the way she deserved.

"Won't you show her Benedict?" His thoughts were broken, his eyes glazed as he realised there were many eyes on him, including Y/n's pointed ones, he had been caught again. This time by too many that he was now glowing red as she hid a small smile, Eloise holding back a comment from where she sat across the room reading.

"Of course, i will show Y/n." Benedict responded quickly, Violet's eyes lighting up as he agreed, standing quickly as she called for a maid.

"How delightful, we shall stay and finish our cake." Y/n stood as Benedict gulped, the situation hitting him as Y/n and the maid followed behind, someone to ensure they were supervised but able to sink into the walls. Benedict could feel the sweat as he loosened his collar, opening his art room door as he looked at all the covered canvases, praying she would be content to look at his other pieces and not question.

"Wow." Y/n's voice was gentle as she looked around, Benedict watching her as her hand ran along the wood, paint stains covering where he'd spent hours pouring over canvases.

"Some aren't able to be seen yet, i don't like to show unfinished work." Y/n nodded, her voice stuck in her throat as she approached a finished piece, a sunset with lilies growing in a meadow, her fingers reaching out to touch it before she pulled them back.

"It won't break if you touch it." Benedict echoed her own words making a small smile grow on her face as she turned to face him, his eyes staring into her as she searched his face.

"You are very talented Benedict, this is...stunning." Benedict was glad she turned away, the comment making him transfer his hands in front of his hips, his eyes now transfixed on how her dress sat against her body. Watching as she raised her hand to graze along his paint lines, unable to see her face as she touched each flower, each handstroke as though she could feel him painting it.

"Thank you, but i'm only an amateur, perhaps one day i will deserve such praise." Y/n didn't speak for a moment as she moved away, her back to Benedict as she ran her hand along the covered canvas without a thought.

"You deserve such praise for this work, i cannot imagine the beauty you're hiding behind this cloth but i will respect your talent. Although i would love to see it once you've finished if you'll let me." Y/n turned her head as she spoke, Benedict was transfixed as she walked around staring at any piece she could although he could see the curiosity in her eyes. He wanted to show her but he knew it would be scandalous, would make her run from the house and he would never see her again. Instead he handed her a small piece of parchment paper, her fingers brushing against his as she gave him a smirk, opening it to gaze at the painting of them dancing.

"I made this the first night we met." Y/n licked her lips and ran her finger over the paper before placing it down and playing with the side of the wooden table.

"That's lovely Benedict, but it's not being friends." Y/n was nervous as she spoke, she had been clear she wished for friendship with the second son, and she thought he wanted it too but this was intimate.

"I...i meant nothing by the art, i was inspired and didn't think." Benedict could feel the distance grow, her body language cutting him off as she tapped her nails against the wood and stared down at the paper, his anxiety sky rocketing as she picked it up.

"It is wonderful. Thank you, you captured it beautifully." Y/n looked up at Benedict as she spoke, his stomach tightening as he held his breathe, not letting out the air in his lungs until she gave him a smile. His lips cracking into a matching one as she handed him the paper, his hands almost grasping hers as she let go, the faint heat from her skin prickling against his cold one.

"Mr Bridgerton, Miss L/n, a lunch has been prepared in the garden." Y/n nodded as she side stepped Benedict, his heart beating as her arm grazed his, passing him slowly as he spun and walked to catch up. Extending his arm to her, feeling her fingers wrap around his bicep as she sent him a grin, the pair following the maid as she guided them to the lunch.

#benedict bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton #bridgerton fanfiction #bridgerton

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dragon-chica · 1 year

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Simon Aumar and his Bard

Fandom: Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves

Summary: Simon with a bard reader who keeps flirting with him, but he doesn't think they're being honest about it.

Very early on from meeting Simon, you decided he would be the one. There was just something about a clumsy sorcerer full of snark and "woe is me" that grabbed your attention.

That first conversation you used the oldest trick in the bard book and asked if he would be your muse.

He gave you an odd look, completely lost on your charming tone.

"I'd rather you didn't, enough people already know of my blunders."

Very well.

As a bard, and a good one at that, you figured making your feelings known would be simple. Right? Smooth talking, flirts, and seduction are what you're known for! Besides music of course.

You did not happen to take into consideration Simon's levels of self-hatred and low self esteem.

But! No matter, you are determined to woo and win over the object of your affections.

Somehow. Eventually.

While Simon's approach to courting is formally asking permission to do so, yours is with more flare. Pizazz.

Like offering to buy him a drink, which at first he went to decline, but figured Edgin would saddle him with the rest of the bill and thanked you for the assistance. The flirting aspect completely going over his head.

No matter, you've got this.

Once on a job, Edgin had the brilliant plan of needing someone to pose as a married couple.

You volunteered Simon and yourself immediately.

He was full of blunders the entire evening but you charmed anyone who came by, telling them about your husband and relationship (hinting to how it could be.)

And at the end of the night linked your arm with his to go celebrate a job well done and told him "We made a pretty good couple, eh Darling?" which you called him all through the con.

Heat rushed to the tips of his ears and he very pointedly ignored your comment. You take that as a good sign and tug him along.

You crack and decide to ask him, officially, if he'd be willing to let you court him. Doric tells you to also give a list of "reasons you'd be a suitable spouse" like he did for her.

"Very funny, I get it. Thanks for doing your research." He thinks you're joking, mocking his rejection and refuses to hear you out.

Always walking or riding alongside him so you can chat, often complimenting him on his magic or anything else, from his cute smile to his pointed ears.

He tends to roll his eyes and tell you to quit playing around, and walk a little faster. But you match his speed again and he accepts defeat.

When you outright flirt with him, from cheesy words to raunchy pick up lines, he will go from flustered to irritated at you for 'practicing on him' and stomp away.

It's painfully obvious to everyone else how smitten you are with the sorcerer, and they try to assist you.

The tavern you're staying at "not having enough rooms" and suddenly you and Simon MUST stay in a room together. That happens to only have one bed. (Thank you Edgin.)

You write ballads and sing your little thoughts about him through the day, and still he is completely unaware of your feelings.

"They do that about all of us, it doesn't mean anything."

"They literally have never done that for anyone but you." - Doric

Finally being exasperated and just kissing him after a skin of your teeth success in battle, slamming your lips to his once and for all and if it ends in rejection to be it, but he'd better understand.

He takes far too long to realize what you've done and attempts to kiss back but you're already pulling away, not noticing how he tries to follow your lips.

You await his response, bracing for the worst while he just stares bewildered until Holga shouts at him to do something.

"You like me." his eyes are wide, and breathless. "YOU LIKE ME?"

"Yeah. I've been pretty clear about that."

"SINCE WHEN?"

"Literally the first time I saw you. And mentioned it almost every day since."

He's flabbergasted. Stunned silent. Takes a punch on the shoulder to even get him walking again.

On the way back, covered in grime from battle and thoroughly in need of some rest and healing he falls in line beside you, usually what you do to him.

"Does this mean-" his voice cracks and he clears his throat "Does this mean that we would be- do we court each other now? Are you interested in that? Have terms to the idea of it?"

You've won the war so now you get to be irritated with him too. "I don't know Simon, are we? You didn't seem to keen on allowing me to do so before."

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roselen-mylady · 4 years

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the game | part two

Part One

Steve hated to admit it but he had always been a jealous person. As a child he was jealous of the way so many other kids had dads that tucked them in at night. As a teen he was jealous of how easily Bucky made women swoon. As an adult he was jealous of Stark when he attempted to woo Peggy. And now he was jealous because it seemed everyone but himself was able to easily talk and even kiss Y/n.

Oh how badly he had wanted to.

And he almost did during that game of spin the bottle. Yet he'd lost his nerve. And lost his chance.

Thor's laughter had drawn his full attention toward the pair. Not that his eye had ever left Y/n but now the man before him was blatantly being ignored as Steve's entire focus was on Y/n and Thor. He strained to hear whatever was being said by her but he could hardly pay attention as Thor lifted her into the air and spun her around like a princess.

He could've done that.

His blood nearly boiled as he watched Thor kiss her. It was innocent, he knew that, but he just couldn't help it. He was angry at the world and Thor but mostly himself.

Before Thanos he thought he'd have all the time he needed to work up to confessing his feelings for her while she stayed in Wakanda watching after his best friend. But when she was snapped away he realized he had made a horrible mistake. A mistake he regretted every minute of every day during those long five years.

But now he had a chance to fix it.

Yet he hadn't been able to talk to her since she returned. The friendship they'd had before then was bashful but strong yet during her absence he had distanced himself from the idea of her in order to cope.

When she returned all the emotions he felt came rushing back in waves. And he was still blowing it.

•••

"I'm so tired of watching these two pine after one another." Wanda spoke suddenly, making Bucky turn toward her, dragging his gaze away from the pair.

"What do you mean?" Bucky asked, looking back at them as Wanda came to stand at his side, watching them with him.

"You mean you haven't noticed? Y/n's in love with Steve. Steve's in love with Y/n. It's agonizing to watch, really." She sighed, rather vexed with the entire situation. It was her after all who had watched them through the years. They'd known each other ever since before the accords and all that time they'd had an awkward friendship in which feelings were obvious on both ends yet neither had the courage to act.

She hated to imagine how Y/n's death might've affected him but yet it still hadn't given him the will of the courage to act. It pained her to watch the two fall back into their old ways.

"Y/n loves Steve?" Bucky mumbled, disbelief evident in his features. Wanda nodded, her eyes trailing Y/n as she made her way to Peter, who was standing haphazardly close to Steve.

"More than life itself, though she'll never admit it. I saw it when I had to enter her thoughts years ago during a mission we had in Germany." Wanda explained. She remembered the overwhelming feeling of Y/n's emotions. They crashed into her stronger than any wave could and even after all these years they were just as strong.

"Then why haven't they done anything?" Bucky asked. He looked down at her finding the same lost expression on her face that was more than likely on his.

"I don't know. Y/n told me last week the same thing she told me all those years ago. Things are too complicated and she can't risk losing him if he doesn't feel the same." Wanda quoted Y/n, her annoyance seeping through her words.

Bucky scoffed, recognizing the excuse as something very similar to Steve's and he shook his head, feeling the same defeat Wanda did. "Just like them to be too stupid to be happy." He groaned, looking up at them.

"Yeah. But hopefully when he kisses her one of them will do something." Wanda hoped her statement might encourage their boldness.

"Unless it's a repeat of spin the bottle." Bucky said, dreading the chance that it might happen. Wanda cringed, shaking her head.

"Y/n won't allow it. She takes the game too seriously." She replied, more to convince herself than Bucky. It was true. Y/n would get Steve to kiss her whether it was for the win or her own motives. That is if her nerves didn't take over.

"Let's hope."

•••

"Well, if it isn't Spiderman." Y/n called out, grabbing Peter's attention. He smiled brightly, finally being called by his preferred name and not Spiderboy.

"Ms. Y/n! What-what are you doing here?" Peter's sore attempt at small talk made him wince but thankfully Y/n didn't seem to mind, looking down at his glass.

"Just mingling. Whatcha drinking?" She asked curiously, wondering if Tony had allowed the poor boy a drink while dealing with all the people who no doubt asked him millions of questions regarding his presence and age.

"Sprite. Mr. Stark said he can't allow me to 'drink and swing'." Peter adjusted his glass, using his fingers as quotations before letting out a short giggle at the phrase.

Y/n laughed as well, trying to appear relaxed as she felt a certain pair of eyes on her. Steve was standing just a few feet away with Tony, not within earshot but close enough to send butterflies to her stomach. With each kiss she collected she felt more and more anxious knowing eventually she'd reach Steve. Was she ready for that?

"Well, that simply won't do. It's a party, Peter, and I can't allow you to not drink. When I was your age Tony was slipping me drinks left and right, it's only fair I pass on the tradition." She explained, leaning forward carefully as her hand brushed his.

He blushed, his eyes widening like saucers as she skillfully slipped his glass out of his hand, replacing it with her own. Glancing at Tony as if expecting to be caught, he was relieved to find his father figure blissfully unaware of their treachery.

"Ms. Y/n, I really shouldn't-"

"Don't worry, I'll drive you home if you're that worried. I got you bro." Y/n promised, nudging his arm with a kind smile. "Now tell me you've at least tried champagne. You've been to like three of these parties now." She laughed her smile growing as he joined in.

"Yeah, well, I mean a little bit from my Aunt May's glass." Y/n shook her head, putting her hand on his shoulder, a dramatic look of sorrow on her face.

"My poor boy. I have many things to share with you. Speaking of which, Shuri is asking if you're coming with me to Wakanda next week." Y/n sipped the soda watching as Peter's fingers danced happily against his own glass.

"Really?! I mean, of course! If you want me to. I've never been, what's it like?" Peter rambled, his face lit up in excitement, making Y/n chuckle at how thrilled the boy was.

"You'll see soon enough. I'll come get you next Friday and bring your suit, I'm sure Shuri would love to tinker with it." Y/n advised. Peter nodded wildly, psyched for such a trip.

"Thank you, Ms. Y/n." Peter grinned. Y/n wrapped an arm around his shoulders turning him in the direction of where Tony was standing.

"Peter, Y/n is fine. Trust me, I'm one of the few people in this world who know what it's like to have Tony as a father figure and anyone who can handle that is okay in my book." Y/n laughed, pointing at the man in question.

As if sensing their shit talking, Tony turned around, catching sight of them. A suspicious glare was sent their way but Y/n could hardly notice it as another figure stepped into view, following Tony's gaze.

It was then that they were forced to look at one another head on. Not at a glance or a sneaky peek. They might as well have been standing in front of one another as they both froze.

If Y/n's heart decided to stop in that instant, she wouldn't blame it. The pure intensity of Steve's gaze was enough to make her shudder and she fought her every molecule to stare back. There was a warmth in his eyes, one that sent a flutter of giddiness through her.

A small smile crept onto his face and Y/n gasped, forcing herself to return the gesture and not just gawk at him. She was at a loss for words. It was the first time since Thanos that he had given her any sort of acknowledgement. While it hurt that their friendship had seemed to diminish while she'd been gone, she knew that rekindling it was a two way street. But now he was smiling at her. And she was smiling back.

She hadn't realized she'd been holding her breath until Peter stepped in front of her, his hands resting on her shoulders and his brows furrowed in concern. "Y/n? Are you okay?" His voice was soothing and it helped her recover her loss of breath from her moment with Steve.

"Huh? Uh, yeah. I'm fine. Just...uh, thinking." She mumbled, her eyes drifting back to Steve once more. His smile had faltered slightly, his face beginning to match Peter's concern but with a small curve of her lips, she assured him that his worry was senseless.

"About the game?"

"Hmm?" Y/n questioned, directing her attention to the boy once more. Peter eyed his glass carefully before taking a cautious sip.

"The game you play with Ms. Natasha and Ms. Wanda. You're playing, right? I saw you earlier with Thor." He explained. Y/n's face flushed, a little embarrassed that her moment with Thor had been witnessed by someone she knew. What if Steve saw? Would he be jealous?

Y/n nearly shook her head, convincing herself that she wasn't worth being jealous over. Especially to Steve.

"Oh, yeah. We are. That reminds me, you like Star Wars right?" She smirked, looking at him as she sipped his soda, the pink on his cheeks making her giggle.

"Well, yeah, I mean lots of people do. I'm not the only one-that would be weird. Unless you like it, not that you liking it would make it less weird. Not that you're not weird! Weird-"

"Peter!" Y/n laughed, putting her hand on his as she lightly brought the drink down. "Whew boy, maybe alcohol isn't your thing. Then again you've always been a rambler." She gently took the drink back from him, watching as a wave of relief washed over him.

"Have you eaten yet? I think there's hors d'oeuvres around here somewhere." She muttered, glancing around for any servers. Peter shook his head accepting his soda back before looking back up at her.

"No I'm okay, really." He told her, his heart warming at how much she seemed to care. It was nice and he enjoyed his relationship with Y/n. She allowed him to do things with her like travel, patrol, even hang out in the lab and she quickly became another idol of his.

"Are you thinking of watching Star Wars?" He asked her, referring to her previous question. She smiled, shaking her head.

"No, I've already seen it, I'm just thinking of a pick up line for the game. Tonight's rules are if you like my line I get a kiss and I fully intend on winning tonight." Peter nearly choked on air as his eyes widened yet again.

"A kiss? From me?" Y/n giggled, tapping her finger to her cheek.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, Parker. A kiss on the cheek will do." She teased, making his face impossibly redder. He shook his head frantically trying to display as best he could that it wasn't his intention.

"I'm kidding. Now are you ready to hear my cheesy pick up line or will I just have to forfeit?" Peter's head didn't seem to stop shaking as he urged her to continue. "Alright here goes."

"Hey, sweetheart. Do you like Star Wars cause Yoda only one for me." With a wink she smiled, enjoying the scrunch of Peter's nose as he cringed at the line.

"Not doing it for ya?" She laughed. Peter scoffed, trying to hide the smile that threatened to show.

"I hate to admit it, but it was kinda funny." He sighed, ashamed to have enjoyed such a horrible line. Y/n's grin grew, pointing to her cheek once more.

"Then pay up. I've got two more kisses to collect." Peter smiled, leaning forward and pecking the space her finger had been. "Thank you. Now find someone to mess with. I won't be the only one reeking havoc tonight." She poked a stern finger into his chest. With some convincing he eventually promised to at least pull a prank on Sam and Bucky.

With that she began to make her way to Tony. A knot formed in her stomach as she paced in his direction yet it wasn't Tony who made her nervous. No, only Steve Rogers could make her feel so squeamish and turn her legs to jelly. And she was making her way straight toward him.

Y/n could barely hear the click of her heels and the chatter of those around her over the pep talk she was giving herself in her head. She refused to embarrass herself in front of him. This was going to be her second chance and she wouldn't allow her nerves to ruin it again.

"As I live and breathe! Do I stand before Iron Man and Captain America? I do hope this isn't a dream." Steve's soft chuckle seemed to go straight to her core and she feared her heart might beat right out of her chest.

"Don't encourage her, Cap." Tony grumbled, turning his gaze to Y/n. "Well, if it isn't my favorite niece."

"Your only niece." Y/n corrected, a short glare focused on him as he smirked.

"Let me guess you're here to win the game. Let's hear it so poor Cap here can get a turn. I don't think he's kissed a woman since the 40s." Tony leaned down, whispering the last part and making Y/n giggle.

"Hey!" Steve objected in vain. But what Y/n said next sent any duty to protect his pride out the window.

"That's a crying shame. The ladies must not know what they're missing." Y/n froze as the words left her mouth. What was she thinking? Her face burned and she hid behind her glass trying to muffle her embarrassed groan with her champagne.

"Jeez, get a room." Steve and Y/n both glared at Tony but he didn't seem to care, instead shrugging innocently.

"Alright, here's your line you impatient ass." Y/n scoffed, deciding to use a particularly bad line for the annoying man she dared call her father figure.

"Was that it?" He smirked.

"Shut up, I gotta turn around and approach this again or else it won't work." She hissed, earning a heartfelt laugh from Steve. Twice. She'd made him laugh twice. Her heart was practically singing at the thought. Maybe she'd actually get to kiss him?

With more determination than before, she turned around, taking a few steps away before dramatically turning back to them. Using theatrics she no doubt learned from Tony Stark himself, she put on a smile before holding her arms out in a grand gesture.

"Well I'm here, what's your next two wishes?"

"That was horrendous." Tony said almost immediately while Steve tried to contain his laughter behind them.

"Well, I couldn't very well waste my best lines on you now could I?" Y/n jested, taking the glass in his hand and pouring what remained of his drink into her now empty glass.

Tony's teasing expression fell as he painfully watched Y/n sip her glass. "I can't believe you're related to me." Y/n smiled back at him proudly.

"Only by marriage." She shrugged. Tony sighed, leaning down and pressing a fatherly kiss to her forehead just along her hairline.

"Thank god." He ignored Y/n's squinted stare, turning to Steve. "I think I'm going to go get another drink, since mine was so blatantly stolen." Tony glanced at Y/n who shamelessly smirked.

"But first I wanna hear your pick up line for Cap. Please be something patriotic. Maybe sing him the national anthem." He suggested, nudging Steve forward to where he stood before Y/n.

Not expecting Tony's push, Steve stumbled nearly crashing into Y/n but thankfully he caught himself, only having a redder face than before.

"I'm not sure the national anthem is a pick up line, Tony." Y/n replied, focusing on anything but Steve. At this distance she could smell the familiar cologne and feel the heat radiating from him. It reminded her all too much of the days before the snap. When he'd hold her whenever she was hurt or when he'd pick her up to launch her toward an enemy. Reminded her of the few hugs they'd managed to share.

Reminded her of their last before she dusted in his arms.

"I don't know. He's really horny for America, it might work." Tony refuted, earning a threatening gaze from both Steve and his niece.

"Fine, y'know what? Have privacy or whatever in the middle of this crowded party. See if I care." Tony said, a little butt hurt that he wouldn't be able to witness the awkward exchange first hand.

He was no idiot when it came to his niece's attraction to the super soldier. While at first he disapproved, even more so when it led to her being on the opposite side that day in Berlin, years had led to forgiveness. He couldn't really stay mad at her even if he tried. Only sorry he hadn't apologized before the snap.

"Thank you, Tony." Y/n spoke quietly, sending him a grateful look. Whatever was about to happen already made her nervous, she didn't think doing it with Tony there would be possible.

"Yeah, yeah." He waved a dismissive hand, beginning to walk away.

It wasn't until he had Morgan that he realized he was already a father. Y/n had been his first and no matter his guilt, she would always forgive him. Always need him.

"Don't get carried away." He threatened suddenly, pointing to his eyes before twisting his hand back to them with a menacing squint.

Y/n rolled her eyes, looking back to Steve as Tony finally left.

"He's protective." Y/n explained, trying to be annoyed. It was actually kinda touching the way he cared despite his usual selfish smartass exterior.

"For good reason." Steve agreed, making Y/n's head tilt confused.

"You think I can't take care of myself?" She questioned defensively, ready to prove her worth no matter who he was.

"No, of course you can. Just-..." He trailed off, a sorrowful expression taking hold of his features against his will. "We've both failed you before. Numerous times." Steve confessed, his eyes falling downcast as Y/n realized what he'd meant.

She’d never truly thought about how her absence might have affected him. Before the snap he never gave any hint that he wanted to be more than a friend to her. But now she studied that look in his eye, that one she hadn’t recognized before. Heartbreak.

"Steve, you didn't fail me." She insisted. Her hand had come to his own, grasping lightly at his loose fingers and ignoring the buzz in her skin and the rapid pace of her heart.

"No, I did. I turned you against your family. I got you arrested. I dragged you back into the fight and...you got snapped away." His voice broke at the end, years of depression and misery washing over him all over again.

"It wasn't your fault. We all lost that day." Y/n argued but her words didn't seem to stick.

"I'll never forgive myself." Steve's words were barely above a whisper, each syllable falling further into him unable to escape.

The sight alone made her heart ache but it was the way he'd spoken that truly shook her. They were the words of a broken man, a man that had lost it all. Had she done that to him? Did he care about her like that? Maybe he was scared too.

“Well, it's a good thing I already did.” Y/n smiled hoping to bring back the smile that she'd been able to give him moments before. Her hand stayed planted to his own more terrified to release it than she was to keep holding it. Would she ever work up the courage to do it again?

Steve looked back up at her, a tender glimmer in his eye as he moved his hand to hold her own. “I missed you.”

The statement alone wasn't nearly enough to convey how much he'd longed for her in those five years, left without any hope of ever getting her back. Didn’t show her the sleepless nights or the endless tears. Didn’t show her first few years he spent, alone and secluded. Didn’t show her how many times he prayed to any god that would listen for them to bring her back.

But her eyes seemed to tell him that she understood. Y/n knew exactly how he felt even if she'd been relieved of it for five years. She remembered when she was arrested, screaming at the guards that they'd never find Steve. Remembered the sobs that racked through her when he came to free her, relieved he’d made it out of the war safely. Remembered their time on the run, unable to tell him how she felt. Remembered volunteering to stay with Bucky when Steve's worry became too much. Remembered him coming back and bring a war with him. Remembered him catching her before she dusted, too fast for her to tell him her greatest truth.

She loved him.

“I missed you too.” She said softly, her face burning under his gentle gaze. They’d become so unbearably close at that point, making her breath ragged and her heart race.

Clearing her throat, she looked away, trying not to reveal how flustered he made her. “So do you wanna hear my pick up line or not?” She once again changed the subject, making Steve smile at her lovingly.

“Definitely.” He replied.

“Alright. On a scale of 1 to America, how free are you tonight?” She gave him the first one that came to find, silently groaning when she realized she'd done exactly what Tony suggested. Curse their horribly similar minds.

"That's terrible." Steve chuckled, staring at her with adoration unlike he'd ever done before. She was absolutely perfect in his eyes and he refused to waste anymore time being scared.

"You didn't like that? I have more." Y/n rambled, oblivious toward Steve's affectionate gaze. "Can I tie your shoes? I don't want you falling for anyone else."

Steve laughed, shaking his head as he stepping forward and shifting his hand to her waist as he pulled her closer.

The action on flustered her further, dragging another pick up line out of her. "Or I like your last name, can we share it?"

Steve's smile grew, his heart swelling with each word. He loved listening to her lines even if they were cheesy. But he was determined now and he wouldn't let either of their nerves stop them anymore.

"I lost my number, can I have-"

Suddenly he leaned forward, cutting her sentence short as his lips latched onto her own.

The kiss was so tender she practically melted in his arms, her hand coming to his chest while the other shifted to behind his neck, her fingers filtering through the lower part of his hair. His grip around her waist tightened as his heart pounded under her palms, the aftermath of anticipation rushing through his chest.

It was effortless the way they molded together and it left him breathless. He couldn't believe he'd never just kissed her before and after believing all these years he'd never get the chance to, he was so grateful to have her now.

"I've waited too long for that. I think I'm gonna need interest." Y/n gasped as they pulled away her eyes half lidded as she tried to process what had happened.

"Was that another pick up line?" Steve's brows furrowed, his lips a beautiful shade of darker pink.

Y/n smiled up at him, pulling him close once more. "Shut up."

•••

"Who's gonna tell her she didn't win?" Wanda questioned suddenly, glancing over at Nat.

Sam raised his hands in surrender, passing off the duty as soon as possible to avoid any type of rage the woman might've wreaked on him.

"I don't think she'll really care at this point." Nat spoke, pointing a finger toward the couple across the room.

They didn't seem to care that they were in a room full of people, instead remaining engrossed in each other as they stared at each other lovingly. It was touching really but what Nat assumed to be their confessions had lost Y/n the game.

"Wait does this mean the games with stop?" Sam questioned suddenly.

"No, it'll just make them more interesting." Nat smirked.

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SHE'S MY NOONA

Chapter 17

The show was already starting and we were asked alot of questions. Jungkook and IU looked happy, i kept looking at how Jungkook treated her nicely.

I never thought he'd look this happy with IU his dream girl. Perhaps this is what he wanted why would a noona like me even stick around him? Or have i been fooled by his words that i found myself almost falling in love with him.

" you have to eat." Eun woo who was beside me tried to feed me " arasso." I smiled at him as i opened my mouth to eat. " woow, my Min ah is very cute when eating." He cried as he adorably pinched my cheeks making me nervous as he continued watching me.

I managed to hear form aside as people complemented us " wow those two make a cute couple...but Jungkook seems to be off mood but he's keeping up." The staff cried.

It was true i could sense Jungkook was not himself today even though i kept seeing that smile it wasn't the true one.

During break i wanted to go see him while he was with IU talking " Jungkook can i talk to you?" I stood there as hisreaction changed after seeing me. " IU and i are tal-" " aniyo don't mind me maybe she's a fan you have to talk to her." IU stood up and left me and him.

There was a moment of silence " what do you want?" " hey why are you always behaving like that towards me, like yesterday you got mad without any reason." I said as my feelings got hurt "you...you i hate the clueless you..you'll never understand cause you only think of yourself." He cried

" now you are dating that bastard, i thought you...ani..goodluck." " why do you hate me that much...even your answers are not clear for me." I cried as he was about to leave.

"You...i don't want you to be my noona...i just hate how we are cause it's funny i just keep on laughing at myself it's uncomfortable ." He said as i just realised that my feelings were just nothing but a lie. I could only remain in tears standing there infront of him making fun of myself.

" arasso i hope this is our last show but kumaoh for everything." I said when somebody came and held my arm "Min ah....what are you doing?...yah who do you think you are to make her cry!" Eun woo cried at him trying to control his temper.

" lets go Min ah" he grabbed my hand as we left for the set.

End of p.o.v

IU' s p.o.v

I managed to overheard their conversation. It was a heart to heart conversation and from what i saw Jungkook seems to be inlove with her who also does not understand him.

We went back at the set and Jungkook was just right next to me sad and in deep thoughts. I wanted to do something for him. " yah Jungkook, i hate this show actually." I said to him as he faced me. " wae? Ooh am i making you uncomfortable?" He asked with tears in his eyes.

He then realised how stupid of him to cry " ooh mianhaeyo, my eyes hurt." He rubbed his eyes but i stopped him " are you sure it's not the heart." I asked " actually i overheard your conversation with her." I cried realising he was panicking " actually she's our photographer." He tried to defend her " you don't have to hide i know you like her...don't ask how but i've been watching you guys since we arrived...you couldn't stop staring at her." IU cried as she smiled.

" ooh i didn't mean to hurt your feelings." He apologized nervously " aniyo..you didn't have to...i also loved someone..he's just normal but he made me smile all the time." I narratted " so did you two be together?" He asked curiously "i never told him but the time i decided to do that it was too late, he got someone else so i had to give up." I sadly ended the story.

" Mianhaeyo." " aniyo i'm just atleast happy that person gave me something i lost a long time that is why you shouldn't be like me because the time you think you have is running out." I cried as i pat his head.

End of p.o.v

Jungkook's p.o.v

She warned me. I began to wonder does she have the same feelings for me just like the way i do? " what if -" " you should have courage to face it, it's better to confess than not to try."

She was right, all this time i have been behaving like a child also not considering her feelings. I looked upto her, i must have hurt her feelings again. I hated myself for making her cry while i promised myself not to make her cry.

2day of show

I woke up from my tent seeing the staff prepare everything till i saw her Min ah who also just woke up. She was yawning cutely till she stopped when she saw me but this time she didn't smile at me and just left.

I was about to go after her when Eun woo had already taken the chance " yah were you planning to go after her now?" IU appeared out of nowhere "aagh?!" I had nothing to answer " you have to be careful many eyes are watching you, you don't have to forget you are a public figure any move you make may affect your career and mostly her." She said as she left

" IU kumaoh i wish to repay you." I thanked her " you can repay me....we can be friends." She smiled. " IU can you help me?" I cried

Meanwhile

" i don't want to ask you how you knew him but do you like him?" " yah Eun woo what are you saying?" " andwe, you don't have to answer even if you like him or don't please look at me first." He held her hands warmly " Min ah don't delude yourself stars will always be like that." He rubbed her salty tears which were strimming down her rosey cheeks. "Kumaoh."

Meanwhile

Min ah was so happy that the first episode of the show had been aired and they have been getting alot of response.

" today's episode we will play different games but today for this game we are going to exchange partners." The mc cried as he laughed " exchange?" Min ah muttered when she realised she had to be with Jungkook

"Min ah-" " uhm excuse me i have a question." Everytime Jungkook would want to apologize and talk to her it always get interfierd.

Later

Shin min ah's p.o.v

Why would he want to talk to me even after what he said. The mountains area was really amaizing i needed fresh air not long till i heard the staff " yah who the heck is she? Every man in our area says she's so pretty." I smiled at myself they might be jealous. " i don't like her what did our boss even see in her? She's not rich or something." " Eun woo looks much better with Im yoona even their parents arranged for them to meet." " i really hate her she's just going to use every guy in our area especially our innocent Jungkook, i guess she's targeting him."

These words were just hurting me and i just stayed there as usual not doing anything " didn't you also hear Eun woo and Im yoona used to date till she made them break up, she was the reason for their breakup." Mwo why would it be me, what wrong did i do to deserve this.

I was about to leave when i saw Jungkook looking at us. I felt very embarrassed and wanted to run away from there cause i was so tired and it seems no one cared for me.

End of p.o.v

Jungkook's p.o.v

I watched her do nothing just like that time still i didn't do anything was i a coward to accept things since i always get scared of loosing that is why i always tried hard in doing everything and that is why i ended up being Mr perfect.

"Yah!" " oppa!?" The girls cried " oppa? what you were just saying now i heard it all." "Mianhaeyo you heard?" They replied " but it's true she's the evil one." One cried " yah are you really my fans cause if you are you don't talk bad about people unless you know them?" " Mianhaeyo." " don't talk like that again about her cause she's not the things you described you should understand them first." I cried at them and left.

What was that i did? I was able to fight for her but i needed to find herI was able to see IU and ask if she's seen Min ah but she didn't. " why don't you go to ask Eun woo?" " yah are you sick how can i ask...i'm really worried about her." I sighed " well you should worry since we are close to the woods.

" and the shooting is about to start." IU cried " lets just go and ask manager " aniyo he'll worry too." I then stood and decided to go find her since this was all my fault. " yah! where to? the shooting." She cried " to me she's more important than my career." I ran inside the woods hoping to find her.

I was inside the woods finding and calling out for her name " Min ahsshi ×15" i kept calling as i looked around. " Min ah sshi Mianhaeyo please come out!" I cried

I then heard sound from far " Min ah is that you!" There was a moment of silence till " go away don't come here!!!" I heard her cry a little bit further i wanted to know where she was if she spoke "Min ah mianhaeyo, about what i said those all came out because of anger,ne?" I cried " can you come out...so we can talk." I said knowing that she was somewhere hiding " yah im good at hide and seek." I cried "ne your good at every thing." She spoke as i realised she was behind a tree.

" ne i'm mr perfect but there is only one thing i realised that i wasn't perfect to achieve." I cried she was silent for a while " don't you wanna know what is it?" I asked as i sat on the other side of the tree.

" what is it?" She asked as a smile formed on my lips " my...bracelet." i cried as i could sense confusion in her head " what bracelet...do you mean your grandpa's..you could have just asked for it." She said "...how could i ask back for my heart while i gave it to you?"

" your...heart?" I heard her soft mutter that made me confess indirectly to this clueless girl.

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