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eunoia-writes · 2 years

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Back to December • Steven Conklin

Warnings: underage drinking

Summery: y/n and Steven break up after two years and y/n begins to regret her decisions

It took one moment for a whole 2 years to end. One moment for everything to disappear. Y/n and Steven had decided to call it quits well y/n decided and Steven tried to argue y/n had made her mind up.

She’d never hated herself more than in that moment, leaving him stood in her driveway a bunch of roses in his hand that he’d gotten her as a goodbye present because she was heading back to collage after winter break. It took everything in her not to turn around and say she made a mistake but she though it was for the best if she just left.

When she arrived at collage Conrad was waiting in the car park for her as planned what he didn’t expect was for y/n to start sobbing as soon as she stepped out of her car and that was when he knew. Conrad and y/n had managed to end up as roommates for freshman year which only brought them closer as friends. Conrad knew what she was thinking before she even said and likewise for her with him. He was her best friend.

“You’ll be okay.” He whispered as she wrapped her arms around him while he let her cry into his chest. Conrad being Conrad insisted of carrying her stuff up to there room and spent the night figuring out how to distract her just for a while.

Almost two day later was when the tears really kicked in. She spent days in bed sobbing into her pillow watching sad movies and eating ice cream. If it was anyone else Conrad would have been annoyed by it but there he was bringing home her favourite ice cream and snacks for the pair to have a movie night any film or her choice of course.

“I’m sorry I’m such an emotional wreck at the minute.” Y/n said taking a spoonful of her cookie dough ice cream. Conrad gave her a soft smile squeezing her hand

“You don’t have to apologise, I’d be the same if it was me and Belly.” He told her

“Do you think I made a mistake?” She asked looking up at him conrad sighed before wiping the corner of her mouth

“I think you did what you thought was best it’s not for me to say if it was a mistake you’re the only one who knows that.” He told her she hated how reasonable he could be. Why couldn’t he just tell her she was dumb and made a mistake.

Weeks had gone by and y/n was finally starting to feel like herself again. So much so that her and Conrad were attending a frat party on the other side of campus Tonight. At the beginning of collage they went all the time but the novelty soon started to wear off.

Y/n had decided she’d be designated driver it was more so because she didn’t feel like drinking but knew conrad would want a few. She’d been stood as his side all night both of them making up story’s about random people like she used to do with Steven. It wasn’t until he disappeared to go to the bathroom when someone approached her

“You must be Connies roommate?” A boy said, he was about 6’3 with dirty blonde hair and a slightly wonky nose. He must be Karl. Conrad’s lab partner who he managed to describe to a tee.

“That’s me.” Y/n said sipping on her water before giving him a tight lip smile not really in the mood to talk to him or anyone for that matter. He leaned closer to her with a smug smile on his face

“Okay now be honest are you two fucking?” Y/n’s eyes wided as she quickly shook her head

“No absolutely not he’s my best friend plus I have ……” she almost said boyfriend. But then she remembered she broke up with him. She wanted the ground to swallow her up in that moment. She’d been doing so well the last two weeks it had barely crossed her mind but now she already knew she was going to be a sobbing mess when she got home.

“You have a boyfriend?” He asked y/n sighed looking down at her feet like she does when she nervous

“No actually we broke up.” She said in almost a whisper but he still picked up on it

“I mean that’s a shame for you guys but a win for me… do you think I could get your number?” He asked and just in time Conrad was back to save the day as per usual

“Hey I see you met Karl.” Conrad said as y/n looked up at him and he knew that look for a mile away

“Yeah I did.” She mumbled she could tell Karl was still waiting for an answer but she couldn’t bring herself to say anything

“You know what it’s getting pretty late we should go.” Conrad said placing his hand on her back he felt her relax into his touch slightly as she just nodded agreeing with him. Conrad said his goodbyes to Karl before walking outside with y/n by his side

“Thanks con.” She said pulling him into a tight embrace as they got to the car he just smiled kissing her forehead softly. Y/n was one of the very few people he had a soft spot for i mean she was his best friend at the end of the day. He loved her like a sister.

“What happened?” He asked as they climbed into the car she lent out a soft sign turning to him

“First he asked if we were fucking because obviously we can’t just be friends.” Conrad let out a groan that wasn’t the first time people had asked about y/n and Conrad and it was rather frustrating

“and then when I said no he asked if I had a boyfriend… I don’t know that’s the first time I’ve been hit on since Steven and I” she said before she cut her off

“Do you still love him?”

“More than anything.”

“Then tell him, one mistake won’t change the fact that you two are made for each other.” Conrad simply stated y/n smiled before turning the car on

“I think I will.”

Y/n spent the night driving back home from collage with hers and Stevens playlist on full blast giving her the motivation she needed along with Conrad calling her when he decided he couldn’t sleep and seeing as she wasn’t there for there usual late night talks he might as well just call her and keep her company.

“I’m here.” She said nervously

“It will be okay, Call me after?” He told her before she agreed and they said there goodbyes. Y/n sat in her car for what felt like an eternity trying to figure out what she was going to say to him. She was a nervous wreck. But there she was stood at the door seconds away from being face to face with him.

After she knocked the door flew open just seconds after and there he stood. He stared at her like he’d seen a ghost. Shocked was an understatement. They hadn’t spoke since the day she left so she could only imagine what he was thinking in that moment.

“Hi.” She whispered looking down at her shoes “Can we talk?” Y/n looked up at him properly for the first time. He hadn’t changed in the slightest he was still the same old Steven he’d always been his hair messy because he didn’t have anywhere to be so there was no point in getting read. He was in his Star Wars pjs which she swore he only wore because Susana got them for him but he loved them really.

“Yeah.” Was all he said before joining her outside on the steps of the front porch

“How…how’ve you been?” She asked after a few moments of silence passed neither one of them looking at each other.

“Good, how’ve you been? How’s Con?” Steven asked he didn’t really care about how either of them had been he was just waiting for her to get to the point of why she was really there.

“Good, he’s been good despite everything.” She said biting her lip softly before letting out a soft sigh looking over at him. God he was beautiful. Y/n stood up moving to stand in front of him. Steven looked up at her and for the first time ever she couldn’t read him. She used to be so good it at being able to know what was going through his head without him saying anything just from the look on his face.

“Okay so I’m gonna talk and once I’m done you can tell me to fuck off if you wan for whatever you want but I need to know if you’re even feeling slightly the same as me or If this door is closed forever I get it and I’ll leave you alone.” She started her hands were trembling as she avoided his eye contact looking down at her shoes once again

“So here I am swallowing my pride for once in my life because you know better than anyone else I don’t do this. I don’t make grand gestures but I’m trying to tell you how sorry I am for that night. For leaving the way I did.” She started trying to focus on her breathing just like Conrad had told her to do

“I thought not having a long distance relationship in collage would give me some sense of freedom but it’s turns out freedom is nothing but missing you and I wish I realised this at the time.” Steven stood up too forcing her to look at him. To actually see him.

“I don’t want to get hurt again” was all he said. Everyone knew he’d take her back in a heartbeat. Well everyone but y/n. Belly and conrad had spent hours on the phone talking about how miserable they both were without each other and how the pair needed to figure out a way to get them back together. They didn’t expect them to did it on there own.

“I know, and I don’t expect anything from you I just needed to tell you that if I could go back in time and change things I would.” Y/n said Steven stepped closer to her reaching for her hand squeezing it slightly knowing how much she wa panicking on the insides

“If we do this again you don’t get to leave just because it gets hard, you don’t get to call it quits because you don’t like the distance.” He told her y/n nodded trying not the smile to wildly

“I promise.” She whispered and instead of saying anything he just pulled her in kissing her softly. Y/n felt like she was on fire. This was the only thing she needed. The only thing she’d ever need. He was everything.

“I’ve missed you.”

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purplesurveys · 6 months

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1772

Have you ever eaten with both fork and spoon, at the same time?: Well yeah, that's kind of how we eat everything in this part of the world.

When’s the last time you bled a lot?: When I had my period two weeks ago.

Have you ever watched a needle go into your own skin?: No, I always look away. I hate needles and can't stand to be around them lol.

Have you ever seen someone get a piercing/tattoo?: I was sitting right across my mom when she got her tattoo. Now she has a ridiculously high tolerance when it comes to pain, but seeing her clutch a pillow like her life depended on it and squeezing her eyes shut during her entire session scared me off from getting inked forever hahaha. If she barely got through it fuck knows what I would do once that needle meets my skin.

Are you currently full or hungry?: I'm actually a little hungry. :( But I'm feeling sleepy too so I don't trust myself to order food online now and stay awake long enough to wait for it.

Has a taste of something ever made you smile?: Yes, usually when it's food I find nostalgic or have happy memories with. Or if I've been craving it for too long a time.

When you’re done eating finger foods, do you usually lick your fingers?: I used to do this but at some point it started to feel just kind of gross so I don't anymore haha.

Who was the last person to hit you in the stomach?: I don't think I've ever been hit in the stomach, but what an unpleasant thought. I imagine I would retaliate.

Would you ever snap your cell phone in half, if you could get a better one?: No. Whatever happened to just walking into the store and buying a new one?

Do you think twenty-two is old?: Not at all, but I'm also probably the wrong person to ask. I know 22 is nowhere near 'old,' but in my own and very personal experience, turning 22 at the time I did felt like aging 100 years. I have no positive memory from when I turned 22, because it happened in 2020.

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?: Astronaut, veterinarian, and firefighter.

Are you planning on going to college?: I did, and I graduated three years ago.

Do you know someone that is/was abused by their parents?: Yes, corporal punishment was commonplace here at least until my generation. I got so used to watching my cousin getting whipped by a belt that I just became desensitized to it at some point. Fortunately millennials took the hint when they started becoming parents and have stopped the practice completely.

Does your cell phone have a touch screen?: Yup.

Do you like strawberry and banana smoothies?: That sounds very nasty.

Would you cuss the person you hate the most out to their face?: I don't hate anyone.

Do you know someone that is mute, deaf or blind?: My great-grandma's caretaker was deaf mute. I haven't seen her in well over a decade though.

Have you ever spent more than two weeks in a wheelchair?: I don't think I've ever even sat in a wheelchair.

Have you ever watched static on the television for more than five minutes?: Nope, don't think so.

When you cry, do you hyperventilate?: It's happened before but it's not a regular occurrence. I don't think I've experienced hyperventilating since college. Which is good! That just means I have not felt that heavy ever since then.

Is tapioca pudding nasty to you?: I've never tried it but yeah I'm not a fan of how it looks.

What are you favorite word[s]?: Fuck.

Is there a lot of drama in your life?: Nope.

Five Gum or Juicy Fruit?: Juicy Fruit, mainly because that's the only one I've heard of and actually had in the past.

Do you drink straight from the bottle, instead of getting a cup?: If I'm drinking alone, that's when I have it straight from the bottle.

Have you ever been in a taxi?: Yup.

Do you listen to modern music or classic music?: Modern.

Is your keyboard/mouse wireless?: I have a trackpad.

Can you hook up your computer to your television?: I could; I just don't have the proper cords/cables for it since I've never had to connect my laptop to the TV. Plus I cast everything these days anyway, so.

How many times have you had the hiccups today?: I can't even remember the last time I had the hiccups...

Does weed smell good? Or no?: I'm personally not a fan.

Where do you see your closest friend in ten years?: Married, two kids, super successful and being very very very happy in her life.

What’s your favorite horror movie?: The Shining.

Pronunciation of your name, please?: Ro-bin.

Are/were you loud in class?: No. I hated the idea of being called out so I never chit-chatted with friends. Angela though liked whispering to me which always quietly bugged me because it always put me in danger of getting in trouble hahaha.

Do you cut out coupons but end up never using them?: I've never encountered coupons, not really a thing here.

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frostytummies · 1 year

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I know that I said that I needed help thinking of a name for this boi, but I already thought of one, Brandon. So now, here is a story.

It was a slow day at your highschool. Even though it was Friday, it felt so wrong. You were at least a little happy when the bell rang for the last class, but then, you remembered that you have a quiz today. "Jeez, it's like this day couldn't get any worse." You said under your breath. You then started to hear footsteps right behind you, you don't have any classes with your friends and people tend to leave you alone because of your aura. So, it was a little odd having someone following you and your very curious to see who it is. When you finally ger to your classroom, you saw the person who was following you. A boy with an oversized sweater on and hair covering his eye, who was also on the chunky side. Turns out, he is a new student and was following you to find this class. The teacher tells him to sit next to you and then the quiz starts. You were on question six when you started to hear a low, quiet rumbling. You look to where it is coming from and it is coming from the new kid, who was clenching his sweater right where his stomach was. Even thought it was a quiet growl, you still checked to see if anyone else heard it. No one, he was safe from embarrassment. Time goes by and your almost done, but then his stomach growls again, but, louder. Loud enough for the teacher to hear it. "Does anyone know what that sound was?" She asked, everyone shrugged and said that they don't know either. You didn't say anything, instead, you looked at him again and saw that he was on the verge of crying. He let go of his pencil and put his hands on his head to cover up the tears. He shouldn't have moved his hand because it then let out a very loud growl that got everyone's Attention. "Who is making that noise?" The teacher said in an annoyed tone. Without hesitation, you stood up. "It's me, ms. I am very sorry for disturbing the class." You said with your eyes closed and head pointed down to make it look like you were embarrassed even though you weren't. She tells you that it is okay and you sat back down. Three minutes later, the class was finally over. You went to your locker to get everything so spring break can happen. You felt a hand on your shoulder and you turn around. "Thanks for helping me." You heard a quiet voice speak, it was him! "No problem, it wasn't that bad." You said, he looked really adorable up close. "Won't you get picked on for saying that your stomach was growling though?" He asks in a concerned way. You smile at his face. "People are scared of me because of what I did on the first day. I beated the crap out of a boy for looking at me in a bad way." His stomach growled again, making him wince. You then got an idea in your head. Without speaking, you grabbed his arm and pulled him to the parking lot, where both of you got in your car. He kept on asking you questions of where you were taking him, but you wouldn't answer. Soon, you park at a place that he has never been to before. "Where are we?" He asks one last time. "The best ice cream place here!" You said in a happy tone. You asked him what his favorite flaver was, but, he tells you that he has never tried ice cream before. You told him to go sit down at one of the tables while you order. Minutes later, you came back to him with a big sundee bowl. You place it down in the middle of the table and sit down. He looks at it with a wide eye and a little bit of drowl coming out of his mouth. You take his spoon and scoop up some of it and try to feed him it. He hesitates for a second before finally taking it. You could see it on his face that he was loving it. You both start eating. You ask him his name. "Brandon, Brandon Williams." You decided that you will always be around this sweet boy.

#Brandon #hunger #stomach growling #Embarrassment #Gothic y/n au #Just so no confusion happens #He had all of his stuff

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soulrph · 3 years

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'𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑' 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

i received a lovely request an unspecified but long amount of time ago, asking for memes surrounding the theme of crying! i hope that, should the delightful nonnie find this list, they meet their expectations! as always, sender is the sender of the meme, receiver is the one receiving the meme! bon appetit!

LAST UPDATED: 07/09/22 (September 7th)

dialogue prompts.

" you know, they say that crying has all these health benefits. "

" oh, sweetie/buddy... what happened? did someone say something to you? "

" are... are these good tears? or bad tears? "

" chopping onions, huh? yeah... i've heard that matchsticks can make you cry a little less, you know. "

" you never need to apologize to me. ever. and certainly not for crying... "

" there you are! i was... hey... what's the matter? have you been crying? "

" you've got a little mascara stain... you wanna talk about it? "

" oh, love... i wish i knew what was hurting you so badly. i wish i could take away all that pain from you... "

" you don't have to be so... stoic, all the time. crying isn't a sign of weakness, you know. "

" you heartless ass! you won't even shed a tear now?! "

" tears? seriously? how pathetic... "

" you can't just keep it all bottled up, you know? you gotta let it all out of you, otherwise you'll just explode. "

" it's okay... you go on ahead and cry. i've got you... "

" hey, uh... come on now, huh? don't cry. it'll be okay. "

" why are you crying? "

" it's okay. i've been meaning to wash this sweater, anyway, so go ahead. maybe you might squeeze out a couple tears of laundry detergent, while you're at it? "

" i told you. this could only ever end up in tears. "

" sorry. i... i never know what to do when people start crying. "

" you look like you could use a hug and a box of kleenex... "

" you don't have to be so strong all the time. i can be strong for the both of us, if you'd let me... "

" you know, i don't think i've ever seen you cry... "

" some people just don't cry that much. it's not a big deal. "

" oh, love/buddy/kiddo, it's okay... it's okay, you go ahead and cry. let it all out... i'm gonna be right here when you've finished. "

" i... i don't know why i'm crying... "

" no, no, i'm okay!! i'm better than okay! these are happy tears! "

" i'm just... having the worst day. ever. "

" i'm just so tired of pretending everything's fine! "

" god, i'm sorry... i'm sure you didn't mean a shoulder to literally cry on, right? "

" i'm sorry... i'm getting your sweater all wet. "

" of course i'm crying! i thought i'd lost you! "

" you... you won't tell anyone, will you? about me crying? "

" i, um... i didn't know where else to go... "

" thank you for listening to me. and for the tissues. and the tea... "

" god, this is so embarrassing! i hardly ever cry... "

action prompts.

[ ANGER ] - sender begins to cry out of sheer frustration and anger.

[ JOY ] - sender begins to cry out of feelings of joy and happiness.

[ BREAK ] - having bottled up their emotions for a long time, sender finally breaks down into tears.

[ GRIEF ] - sender, having recently lost a loved one, begins to cry for their loss.

[ SORROW ] - sender begins to cry out of sadness.

[ DESPAIR ] - sender begins to cry out of despair.

[ CALL ] - sender calls the receiver (in tears) to ask them to collect the sender from a location.

[ TEA ] - after receiver has begun to calm down after crying, sender brings them a cup of tea.

[ TISSUE ] - sender offers a crying receiver a tissue to wipe their tears.

[ BRUSH ] - sender, having found the receiver in tears, gently cups their face and brushes their tears away with their thumbs.

[ SPOON ] - as the receiver cries in their bed, sender climbs into the bed beside them, becoming a big spoon to the receiver's little spoon in the process.

[ HOLD ] - as the receiver begins to cry, sender wraps their arms around them, and just holds them as they cry.

[ RUB ] - sender rubs receiver's back soothingly as they cry.

[ ROCK ] - sender holds the crying receiver, and gently rocks them from side to side in a calming motion as they weep.

[ COLLAPSE ] - sender, having received sudden and terrible news, falls to their knees and collapses to the ground as they cry.

[ CRADLE ] - holding the receiver protectively in their arms, sender cradles the receiver as they cry.

[ HUM ] - sender hums a song gently as the receiver begins to calm down after crying.

[ DRAPE ] - as the receiver begins to drift off to sleep after crying, sender gently drapes a blanket over them.

[ STAY ] - as the receiver begins to fall asleep after crying, the sender stays by their bedside, promising to be there when they wake up.

[ HAND ] - sender, witnessing the receiver about to cry, or already crying, extends a hand to them for them to hold onto.

[ BURY ] - sender guides the crying receiver into a protective embrace, cupping the back of their head and guiding it towards their chest to give them some privacy to cry in peace.

#rp meme #ask meme #dialogue prompts #sentence starters #( jesus these got me very angsty!! )#request.

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mikkomacko · 3 years

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So not sure if you’re going to understand this but here’s my idea: the team not knowing that the reader is dating both Bucky and Steve (Stucky) and they confront her and say some awful things like she’s using them, a cheating wh*re etc. and she just starts crying and runs and locks herself in their room (or whatever you’d like). Then Stucky comes back or out from somewhere looking for her and then they ask the team and the team tells them that she was “cheating” on both of them with each other and then they’re like no we’re all dating each other and the team feels all bad and you can end it how you want lol. You don’t have to do this and sorry if it’s bad.

A/n: Sorry it took so long! Hope it's ok! <3

Two Avengers dating would cause enough gossip in itself, but three Avengers? Two of which have been best friends since the 40s? She can't imagine what kind of reaction that would get out of Sam or Nat who have always teased Steve and Bucky about being really good friends.

So when y/n, Bucky, and Steve made their relationship official, they kept it as low-key as possible. Anything beyond cuddling was reserved for the privacy of their rooms, flirting had to be subtle, and all dates were far from the Avengers compound.

They just had to pray they could follow the rules and keep their hands to themselves when others were around.

Drumming her fingers on the folder, y/n heads up HR to submit her latest mission report. It was simple surveillance mission, nothing exciting to report on but she'd been gone for over a week and wanted to get the report in asap so it could be done with. Dropping it off on the incoming desk, she promptly turns on her heel to head to lunch but is stopped just outside of the doorway by a hand on her bicep. She's tugged into the hidden corner before she can even react, two strong arms caging her against the cool wall.

Bucky, dressed for a training session, stands before her, blue eyes sparkling and lips smiling. Immediately, her guard falls, lips widening into a smile that reflects the same love shining through Bucky's.

"Careful Barnes," she teases, "next time I won't be so kind about ya pawing at me."

He clicks his tongue. "Wouldn't be pawing if you'd come to see me as soon as you got back."

"Paperwork waits for no one. Not even Cap and Sarge."

He sighs playfully. "Damn doll, that hurts. Think ya should kiss it better."

So she does. Cupping his jaw between two soft palms, y/n seals their mouths together in a tender kiss, completely blind to Bruce and Tony who have just caught sight of them from down the hall.

Bucky heads down to the gym and y/n heads to room to clean up before lunch, ignoring his pleas for her to join him. She's technically on recovery from her last mission and she's definitely going to milk that for a day off. She's approaching her door when one just down the hall opens, a familiar blond head of hair coming into view.

She pauses, leaning her shoulder against the doorway and smiles at him. "Hey Cap, fancy seeing you here."

He lifts his head, soft blue eyes meeting hers and he smiles that cute little smirk only Steve Rogers could smile. "Hey, heard you got back early this morning."

"Yeah, way early." She laughs, tilting her chin up as he moves closer.

"How'd it go?"

He stops in front of her, crossing his arms over his chest and tilting his head. It's his typical go-ahead-I'm-listening stance but by the way he's eyeing her mouth she knows he doesn't actually want to hear it right now. Steve always tries to hide the fact that he's just as clingy as Bucky.

"Is that really what you're going to ask me, Rogers? After being gone for so long you want my mission run down right now?"

He chuckles, dipping his head and lightly shaking it. "No not really."

"So what's your real question?"

Bashful, he meets her eyes again. "Can I have a hello?"

Y/n laughs, butterflies fluttering in her chest as she rises on her tiptoes to kiss him. He gently grips her waist, pulling her just the slightest bit closer and humming in content. She throws her arms around his neck, fingertips shifting into the hair at the base of his neck, once again too caught up in her boyfriend to notice Nat and Sam have just spotted them from the end of the corridor.

"You'll never believe what we just saw!" Sam shouts, hightailing it into the kitchen with Natasha hot on his heels. Bruce and Tony both startle in their seats at the table, water sloshing over the edge of Bruce's mug.

"Nuh-uh, we're first." Tony says, shaking his head.

"No we are." Sam insists, Tony opening his mouth to continue the argument but Natasha cuts him off.

"Rogers and y/n are together."

And that makes Tony and Bruce pause. Sam whoops proudly, smirking at the two as they share looks of confusion.

"Steve and y/n?" Bruce confirms, eyebrows pinching together when Nat nods firmly.

Tony sighs. "Well that puts us in a bit of pickle because we saw Barnes with his tongue down her throat."

Sam's jaw drops. "What? When?"

"Earlier today!" Bruce exclaims, motioning towards the HR department. "She was dropping off paperwork and he just grabbed her and kissed her."

"Well we just watched Steve pin her against a door and kiss her not even ten minutes ago." Nat exclaims, anger building up in her veins. "Which means we've got a problem."

Sam turns to her, just as angry. "Damn right we do!"

Bottom lip between her teeth, y/n attempts to hide the giddy smile that's been plastered on her face since her reunion with her boys. It's a weak attempt because she's practically as bright as a ray of sunshine but she doesn't really care. She's happy. She's so incredibly happy and she wants it to last forever.

Unfortunately for her, the feeling is cut short far too soon because as soon as she enters the kitchen, 4 pairs of eyes are glaring at her.

"Hey everyone," she says tentatively, slowing to a stop. "what's going on?"

Sam scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. "Why don't you tell us what's going on?" He says coldly, "You know besides you macking on our friends."

Macking on his friends? Oh god, Steve and Bucky! They found out about their relationship...

Her jaw drops, cut-off guard. "Wait! I can explain-"

"Cheaters don't get an explanation." Nat cuts off, eyes mean and piercing. Y/n heart sinks into her stomach. Cheating? She'd never cheat in her life, especially not on Bucky and Steve.

"Cheating? I'm not-"

Tony rises from his seat. "Save it y/n. We know you're cheating on Bucky and Steve with each other. How could you do that? They're like brothers and your just using them-"

"No I'm not!" She insists, panicking under the hateful gazes. "You guys don't understand. Just let me-"

"No!" Sam cuts off. "Bucky and Steve have both gone through so much. Do you realize how difficult it must have been for them to open up to you? And you thew it all away. You hurt them. You're a bitch y/n, full honestly."

Tears sting her eyes. Sam's never said anything like that to her let alone anyone they know. He's always been so kind and welcoming so to hear such hurtful words from him has her stunned. She can't even think of anything to say to defend herself.

"Y-you really think that lowly of me?" She sniffles, "That I would do something like that?"

"We saw it, y/n." Banner responds, nose scrunched in disgust. "Now get outta here before we throw you out."

Insulted and insecure, she shakes her head. "I can't believe you all." Then she turns on her heel, running to the safety of her room.

Bucky's spotting Steve on the bench press when the foursome of Avengers walk in, somber looks on their faces.

"Steve," Bucky says, gaining his attention. Immediately the super soldier is setting down his weights, sitting up to look at their friends.

"What's going on? Is someone hurt?" Steve asks, rising to his feet. Sam shakes his head, smiling sympathetically.

"No one's hurt," he assures "but we've got something to tell you."

Bucky swallows nervously, something in him going on high alert. He knows that this is about y/n, that something's happened and it makes him anxious. Where is she?

"What?" Bucky asks, noticing the lingering anger in Nat's eyes.

"It's y/n," she says "she-"

"She what?" Bucky interrupts quickly, readying himself to sprint upstairs.

"She's cheating," Tony says, eyes flickering between the two men. "On you two. With each other."

Oh, Bucky wasn't expecting that. He turns to Steve, the two sharing a silent conversation between themselves. They know? Looks like it pal. How'd that happen? I told you to be careful...

"Don't worry, we already gave her a piece of our minds-"

"You what?!" Steve suddenly asks, finally realizing what they're saying. They think y/n cheated on them because they don't know they're all three dating each other. And they confronted her about it.

"What did you say?" Bucky asks lowly.

"The truth," Sam says proudly. "that she's a bitch for using you both."

Before anyone can react Bucky is rushing towards the doors, abandoning his belongings in favor of checking on y/n. Steve doesn't mind, knowing that when it comes to being emotional and open, Bucky is typically the one she leans on. He's good at being a comforting shoulder.

"Oh god Sam," Steve sighs. "Y/n isn't cheating-"

"Yeah-"

"No she's not!" He shouts, startling them. "She's not. For the past few months we've been dating. The three of us."

The silence is almost amusing if Steve wasn't too busy thinking of his girl upstairs, upset.

"Like a throuple?" Bruce asks, confused.

Steve nods shortly. "Thanks for accusing her instead of talking it out. Appreciate it." He says icily, pushing around them. Stalking towards the exit, he calls over his shoulder. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a girl to go check on."

Bucky has wrapped her up like a burrito in the comforter from his bed on the floor of her room, leaning back against the side of the matress with her sat between his parted thighs. Her eyes are still wet and swollen but she's giggling through her sniffles, a spoon hanging out of her mouth and a bowl of soup in her lap. They both look up when he enters the room, Y/n smiling shyly and Bucky relieved.

"We ok sweetheart?" He asks, waiting for her nod before looking to Bucky.

"We're good Steve," he promises, sweeping her hair over her shoulder with his hand and brushing his fingers through it. "She was just frustrated. Didn't know they could think she'd do something like that."

"That's because she wouldn't," Steve says firmly, sitting on the floor next to them. "and we know that y/n. We know you'd never hurt us like that."

"I love you Steve," she swears, resting her head on his shoulder. "And I love you Buck. Thanks for doing this for me."

"Course doll," Bucky says, kissing the side of her head. "Don't have to thank us for loving you." Steve hums his agreement.

"But..."Bucky quickly adds, "you can thank me after I beat Sam's ass for calling you that."

Steve sighs, rolling his eyes. "Buck..." He says warningly but he doesn't even finish the scolding thought because their boyfriend's threat has made y/n smile and that's all they could ever ask for.

#stucky x reader #stucky blurb #Steve Rogers x reader x Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes blurb #steve rogers blurb

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idontblushsrry · 3 years

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Love Language|| Jujutsu Kaisen

“I wanna be fluent in your love language. Learning your love language.”

A/N: If you didn’t guess from the tagline this is inspired by the song love language by Kehlani. I’ll probably do more of these with different shows and what not because why not. If I missed anyone lmk and I can make a part 2. Also please tag spoilers appropriately esp for manga readers, that being said spoilers for the prequel? manga on Yuuta’s part.

Characters: Itadori, Fushiguro, Kugisaki, Maki, Inumaki, Okkotsu, Gojo, Nanami, Sukuna

Warnings: said it b4 but spoiler warnings in general but esp on Yuuji, Yuuta, and Maki’s parts

Plot synopsis: The 5 love languages; physical affection, quality time, words of affirmation, gift giving and acts of service, and how each jujutsu kaisen character shows their love and affection for you. Ft. a gender neutral reader!

Word count: 2352

Itadori Yuuji

Love Language: Quality time and physical affection

Ok listen-

So for physical affection, Yuuji’s just that kind of person

He is all about giving to you

He’s holding hands with you if you’re ever walking anywhere, and if you’re not a hand holder pls pls pls let him hold your pinky he likes the reassurance

No but seriously he loves to hold you like yall could be walking in completely opposite directions and he’ll try to find some way to hold onto you until the very last second

And even then he’s all ‘:( babe imy’

‘Yuuji we just talked 2 minutes ago’

Another way he shows his love is through quality time

I think for him this is the biggest thing overall, esp as a jujutsu sorcerer bcus you never know yk but also because you’re important to him

Like remember how he literally went to occult club so that he could get out of school in time to go visit his grandpa...ye :(

He also loves finding dumb touristy things to do with you while in Tokyo or anywhere yall go together on a mission

If you get together before he died and came back then that time he had to spend away from you literally killed him

Like my mans was goin THROUGH it

He almost considered spoiling Gojo’s secret

When he sees you again, he’s not gonna let go for like a solid day

Fushiguro Megumi

Love Language: acts of service and words of affirmation

This boy loves you so much

He loves to tell you all the things he loves about you when you’re alone

But he’s a little awkward with his words sometimes, hence where acts of service come in

He’ll immediately offer to hold your things, run to help you train or study, and if you’re cold? He’s fully prepared to never see his jacket again

Also he can’t cook but he’s fully prepared to suffer hearing Sukuna and suffering through Yuuji’s antics if it means he can learn how to make your favorite food

He also will surprise you by making you a playlist of all the songs that you’ve had stuck in your head and sends it to you randomly out of the blue one day like ‘thought you might like this’

However the best of both worlds is when he leaves you little notes throughout the day or sends you texts asking if you need anything or just encouraging you to keep going

Negl he’s lowkey the president of the Y/N support club bcus-

You need anything? It’s yours

Cravings? Sad? Angry? What do you need bby, I’ve got it for you

Also he’s totally the type to be like you need help fuckin this person up?

Also before yall started dating, Fushiguro was a mess

He was constantly asking to spar with you and go on missions, basically anything he could do to be near you

End of the day, Fushiguro loves you and makes sure you know it whether it’s through his actions or his words

Kugisaki Nobara

Love Language: physical affection

So, she’s not the best with words, she tries but like someone help her bcus she is LOST

Like when she had a crush on you she was like “c’mere dumbass i wanna give you a hug”

In fact, she still is like “c’mere” but now you are dating :)

She loves you though and at first she doesn’t really know how to show it

But one day you both come home from training and you just look at each other like ‘yeah today sucks’ and yall both just held each other for the rest of the day

After that, she decided that she wants to do that with you but like always

She’s holding your hand, kissing your cheek when you go shopping, etc. etc.

She really loves to cling to you because she always has this fear that maybe one day you’ll get killed or just disappear so she figures might as well hold onto you for as long as we’ve got

After missions, she’s running up to you and if you aren’t prepared for the tackle, you’re probably gonna fall

On dates too, like if you guys have to meet up for a date, she’s tackling you

On the subject of dates...

She doesn’t mind PDA, and while she might hold your hand or arm so that you don’t get separated

She also doesn’t mind wiping food off your face and eating it, only to then kiss the spot on your face the food was previously at

She will split her shopping load between the two of you, however she will be slightly pouty if she’s carrying more than you (she then cheers up when she realizes she can do more shopping to “balance” the two of you)

In private she’s very cuddly and kissy which honestly isn’t that bad until it gets hot

At which point she’ll just say turn on the ac or convince you to walk around in a tank top (or something like it) so that she can continue holding you

Tbh she prefers the big spoon, but if she’s ever upset you let her be the little spoon >:(

All in all a very loving girlfriend who tries her best to show how much she loves you by glomping you at any given moment.

Zenin Maki

Love language: acts of service and quality time

So you’re telling me that Maki wouldn’t immediately go out of her way to make sure her and her s/o can spend as much time together as possible?????

Like she’s super observant (which can cause her to be a bit harsh, see Yuuta) but she can always tell what’s bothering you

So if you’re upset that you haven’t been spending enough time together due to her being out on missions or otherwise busy she’s immediately running to finish her stuff and spend time with you.

((She’s very sorry, but on the bright side she brought your favorites!))

Maki is also an acts of service type

This mostly ties in with her kind of direct action way of thinking

She thinks she’s slick but you can always see her sneaking around to do small things like grabbing your laundry for you and folding it

She’s very much like if you love someone, you gotta prove it

Overall, dates with her are very intimate and personal to the two of you

Like she’ll take you to a frog pond you landed in during a fight once

Or you’ll take her to a street fair that serves this exclusive food that Maki mentioned wanting to try

However, Maki shows her love through quality time and acts of service and while she does receive love from these to a degree, she is very much a words of affirmation gal

She’s not insecure in her day to day life but she has her moments, everyone does

Sometimes, she’ll feel like shit and a failure and all she wants is for you to say that she’s doing amazing and that she’s a great girlfriend.

Inumaki Toge

Love language: Physical affection

Because of his curse, he can’t exactly express how he feels about you through words

He does text you frequently throughout the day (I’ll have to do a hc abt that someday)

But he’d prefer not to be on his phone to communicate if you’re right in front of him

So he does the next best thing and just smothers you in physical affection

He loves kissing you the most

Like he could spend hours just kissing you if you let him (please let him)

But in public, he gets if you’re not a big fan of pda he’s willing to tone it down as long as he gets kisses later in private

He’d still prefer it if you held his hand or linked pinkies maintaining touch in some way

Also, unrelated, but it means so much to him if you try to understand his sushi language

He knows realistically the foundation of any relationship is communication so already he’s at a disadvantage because of his curse

But if he sees you like take notes after he says something or start to need him to text you to translate, his heart is swelling

Like ‘omg this person loves me enough to learn a whole new language <333′

Another tangent but before you were together he was struggling so muchhhh

Like how does one express their feelings for someone without words?

If you’re Inumaki, you buy some flowers and text said person to meet you at a cafe

It took an embarrassingly long time for you to realize it was a date, but once you did, you ever so gently linked pinkies with Toge

Okkotsu Yuuta

Love language: words. of. affirmation.

He’s literally so sensitive please tell him you love him regularly

In return he’ll be sure to tell you how much he loves you too

He knows that he can’t really be there for you as much as he’d like but he likes to let you know that he’s thinking of you

Doesn’t matter the time, if you call, he’s answering

If he doesn’t he’ll cry he’ll immediately call you back and is apologizing for missing your call

You assure him it’s no big deal but the man has his volume turned all the way up and changed your ringtone to one specific for you by the time you’ve even said hey

Aside from that, he really is sensitive

He’s been through a lot especially with Rika as well as growing up alone and bullied

So for him, it’s everything to hear that you like having him around and don’t think he’s too much or anything like that

Of course, he gets better with time, trusting you and having the confidence in himself to not need constant assurance

That being said, if you ever just whisper in his ear, “I love you, Yuuta.”

That’s not your boyfriend, that’s a puddle of love on the floor

(Maki, Panda, and Inumaki had a field day when they saw him, Fushiguro now questions if Yuuta really is a respectable 2nd year.)

Gojo Satoru

Love language: gift giving and quality time

So Gojo doesn’t exactly get to spend a ton of time

Between missions, him beefing with higher ups, and you and him playing parent the baby sorcerers yall don’t exactly get time to go out much

In which case Gojo tends to default to two options:

He’ll either go the extra mile to try and spend time with you

Whether that be an at home date where he tries and fails to surprise you with a home cooked meal

Or a date out at a restaurant or cafe (which you tend to visit after his home cooking efforts)

OR he’ll bring you various souvenirs from his missions

He loves to spoil you, and if he could he’d probably bring you back a whole store’s worth of stuff

But alas, airport security regulations

Anyways, he loves to spoil you especially if he can spoil you with sweets because it benefits him in two ways

He treasures all the time you spend together, and he does try to overcompensate for his absence with gifts

Despite your assurances, it’s kind of a guilty pleasure at this point (just let him, trying to argue just goads him on further)

He doesn’t only buy you small things, he enjoys buying you outfits

And he especially likes seeing you in them

Kento Nanami

Love Language: acts of service

Y’all remember the episode where he killed that curse that was bothering that baker lady?? Yea that

He’s literally such an acts of service boyfriend it’s not even funny

Before you got together, he would memorize your coffee order and bring you a cup pretty much everyday like clockwork

Now that you’re togehter, he wakes up before you so h=that when you wake up there’s the smell of coffee throughout the house

When you come out of you’re shared bedroom and he’s just scrooling through his phone like “mornin’”

Of course you already made the bed and ironed his clothes because relationships are give and take

And then when you leave for your jobs in the morning, he kisses you and holds the door open for you

He’ll draw a bath for you if he gets home before you, if you let him join or not is up to you

Also, if you ever get sick, he’s actually the best

Like he isn’t the best cook but he can heat up soup and tea

He’ll run to the store while you’re asleep and when you wake up, there’s like a whole tray of food in front of you and he’s like ‘it’s important to eat and drink so your body can heal’

And when you inevitably fall asleep after eating and taking medicine at his insistence, he tucks you in and clears away the dishes, exiting with little more than a kiss to your head

Ryoumen Sukuna

Love Language: gift giving and acts of service

So like Sukuna never says he loves you...ever

But he does notice if someone or something’s making you uncomfortable, and if so, said entity’s head will be presented to you later that day

You also just so happen to be the only person he can tolerate being around him for longer than 20 seconds

He also loves to give you jewelry, he likes seeing you adorned in something from him

He also isn’t gonna just handle all your problems for you, he will push you to become stronger by training with you

He’ll also expect this energy to be reciprocated, as long as you’re pushing yourself to be better, he’s content with that

(He wants to see you grow because he’s scared that if he ever gets caught lackin one day you’ll end up dead)

He’ll never tell you or admit it, but Sukuna truly does care for you and hold you in a regard that he doesn’t have for others

So be grateful jkjk

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dadbodosamu · 3 years

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only you || part iv

Stepdad Osamu x Fem!Reader, Miya Atsumu x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: pseudo-incest, threesome, double penetration in one hole, daddy kink, wombfucking, TWO pierced dicks, clit slapping, breeding kink, choking (m receiving), slight femdom, snowballing, facial (f receiving), cockwarming, exhibitionism, voyeurism, male masturbation, nipple play, dry humping, dacryphilia

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part i || part ii || part iii || part iv || part v || part vi || extras || only you, too

“What the fuck is this?”

Osamu immediately shielded your body with his arms and hands as your mom stood in the doorway.

You stared up at her, frozen.

“M-mom,” you stuttered. She turned on her heel and stormed away.

You stumbled out of the bathtub, nearly falling over the edge as you wrapped a towel around your body.

“Mom! I can explain!” You exclaimed, following after her into the living room. She spun around, arms crossed and tears streaming down her face.

“Explain what? The fact that you’re sleeping with my husband or the fact that you’re both apparently falling in love?” She spat.

“I-It’s not like that,” you said. “Well, it is but, believe me, we didn’t want to hurt you.”

She let out a dry laugh. “Oh? Didn’t want to hurt me? Well, sleeping with my husband surely wouldn’t hurt. Of course not! How could I be so stupid to be hurt by this, this brutal betrayal of trust?!”

“M/n, you weren’t supposed to find out like this,” Osamu said, coming up behind you.

“You! You thought it was okay to sleep with my daughter?!” Your mom exclaimed, poking a finger against Osamu’s bare chest. “Your stepdaughter? You sick bastard!”

“It’s not like he raised me,” you said. “And anyway, you’re the one who married a man half your age!”

“Oh, you are not turning this around on me!” Your mom shouted. “You’re the slut that fucked her stepdad!”

“And you’re the whore that married a man six months after your husband of twenty years died!” You yelled. Osamu stepped between the two of you, pushing you both back.

“Both of ya calm down!” He exclaimed. He turned to your mom. “Ya, sit down on the couch. And ya-“ he turned to face you. “go get dressed.”

You huffed as you turned and walked down the hall to your room. You pulled on the first clothes you saw and went back to the living room.

“We both know it wasn’t working out anyway,” Osamu said, standing in front of your mom. “This was a marriage of convenience for both of us.”

“I would’ve been fine with anyone else, but you slept with my daughter, Osamu,” your mom said.

“For what it’s worth, I wish Osamu hadn’t been my stepdad,” you said, sitting on the opposite end of the couch.

“Is this your way of getting back at me for getting married so soon after your father died?” Your mom asked.

“No! I’d never use Osamu like that,” you said, glancing at Osamu. “I really like him. That’s it. I wish I didn’t, but I do. I’m sorry.”

Your mom sighed. “I have to leave for Tokyo. I only came back because I forgot my laptop. We’ll discuss this more when I get back. I can’t just sit here and pretend I’m okay with this.”

“Okay,” you said. You awkwardly stood up as your mom did. “I’m really sorry, Mom.”

“I know,” she said. She disappeared into the bedroom, grabbing her laptop.

“And we’ll discuss more when you get home,” Osamu said as your mom stood at the door.

She nodded. “You can move your things to the guest room.”

“Yeah,” Osamu said, nodding. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry, too.”

“I’m sure you are,” your mom said. She turned and left quickly.

You stood behind Osamu, both watching as she pulled away.

Osamu turned and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Well, she knows,” Osamu said, holding you closely.

“Wish she didn’t find out this way,” you mumbled, leaning your head against his chest.

“Hey,” he said, tilting your chin up so you were looking up at him. “It’s all going to work out, baby. Everything is going to be just fine.”

“Famous last words,” you said.

“What’s the worst that could happen?” Osamu asked. “She never talks to us again?”

You sighed. “She is my mom, Osamu. Even if we don’t always get along.”

“And you’re her daughter. She’ll forgive you,” Osamu said. “And if she doesn’t, I’ll be there for ya.”

“Thanks,” you said. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a short kiss.

“Now, what do you want to do all day?” Osamu asked.

“Honestly?” You asked. “Cry in my bed.”

“We’re not doing that,” Osamu said. “Wanna watch a movie?”

“Can I pick?” You asked. Osamu nodded. “We’re watching the new Demon Slayer movie.”

You sniffled and rubbed your eyes as the movie ended.

“Are ya crying? I thought ya’ve seen this?” Osamu asked, glancing down at you.

“How are you not crying?” You asked, wiping your eyes. “It’s sad! Rengoku’s my favourite!”

“It’s just a movie,” Osamu said, yawning.

“Yeah, well, it’s a sad movie,” you said. “You’re just heartless.”

“We barely knew Rengoku!” Osamu exclaimed as the credits rolled.

“I knew him!” You exclaimed. “He deserved more!”

“Baby, you’ve seen this movie before. Ya knew what was going to happen,” Osamu said.

You sniffled, “I always hope it happens differently. I hate Akaza!”

“Ya literally just said he could get it,” Osamu said.

“That was before he killed Rengoku, my love!” You exclaimed.

Osamu kissed your temple. “Yer lucky yer cute.”

“Cute enough to make lunch for?” You asked.

Osamu sighed and stood up. “What do ya want?”

“Surprise me?” You asked, stretching out on the couch.

Osamu nodded and wandered into the kitchen. You followed after him, mindlessly, sitting at the bar, watching as he gathered ingredients.

“Do you want any help?” You asked as he chopped up some vegetables.

“Can you start a pot of water to boil?” He asked. You nodded.

Osamu seasoned the water and let it boil before adding in the vegetables and noodles.

“Hope ya like Korean food,” Osamu said, adding a spoonful of Korean chili powder.

“You’re in luck,” you said, wrapping your arms around his waist as he stirred the ramen. You rested your head against his back as he hummed.

“Baby, grab some bowls, please?” He asked. You nodded, tiredly, and grabbed two bowls. You sat them at the table before grabbing some spoons and chopsticks.

Osamu quickly filled the two bowls and placed the extra back on the oven before joining you at the table.

“Thanks,” you said, slurping up some of the spicy broth.

“So,” Osamu said as you ate. “Let me take ya out tonight.”

“Like, on a date?” You asked, perking up.

He nodded. “Like, a real date. I know we don’t really have a traditional relationship, but I want to take ya out. Really wine and dine ya.”

You smiled. “I’d like that.”

“Say, around 7?” Osamu suggested.

“Sounds like a plan,” you said, smiling as you took a sip of your drink. Osamu smiled to himself.

“I really want to do this properly from here on out,” Osamu said.

“So no more fucking until the third date?” You teased.

“That’s not what I’m saying,” Osamu said. “But, like, I want to properly date ya. Not just sneak around and fuck, even though I like that.”

“Ooo, sounds like someone has feelings for me,” you teased, playfully knocking your foot against his.

“I definitely have feelings for ya,” he said, knocking his foot against yours.

“Good, because I have feelings for you,” you said, smiling.

You finished lunch quickly, chatting about nothing in particular.

“They beat us our first game,” Osamu said. “Everyone was shocked because they were nobodies from Miyagi and we were set to win that year.”

“That’s the power of having Hinata Shoyo, Kageyama Tobio, and Tsukishima Kei on your team,” you said. “Still though, I can’t believe they beat you.”

“It happens,” Osamu said, shrugging. He stacked your bowls and took them to the sink. “And it’s not like our team was weak. We had Tsumu, Suna Rintaro, and Aran Ojiro. And I could’ve gone pro if I hadn’t opened Onigiri Miya. I just like food more than volleyball.”

“I’m glad you didn’t go pro, otherwise who would make my favourite food?” You said, padding after Osamu. You wrapped your arms around his waist as he cleaned the dishes.

“Someone’s clingy today,” he said. You pressed a kiss against his spine.

“Just realised we only have a few days left together,” you mumbled against his skin. “And the whole mom finding out situation is stressing me out.”

“Hey, I like you being clingy,” Osamu said, twisting around in your arms. He wrapped his arms around you. “I want to spend the rest of my days in your arms.”

“Cheesy,” you said, looking down and smiling. He tilted your chin up and kissed you softly.

“You like it,” he said, peppering your face with kisses. You giggled as he kissed your nose.

“I know it’s only been a few days, Osamu, but I—“

“I love ya, too,” Osamu said, kissing your lips slowly.

“Let me at least say it first,” you grumbled. “I love you.”

“I love ya,” he said, kissing you again. He smiled into the kiss. “I love ya, I love ya, I love ya. I don’t even care that yer mom found out. I’m just glad I don’t have to hide it. I could shout it from the rooftops, I love ya so much.”

“We’re crazy,” you said. “It’s been less than a week.”

“That’s how love works,” Osamu said. “It’s weird and crazy and sometimes ya fall in love in three days, so let me hear ya say it again.”

“I love you,” you said. Osamu grinned widely.

“I love ya,” Osamu said, leaning down to kiss you again. His hips pressed against yours as he kissed down your neck.

“Samu,” you moaned rolling your hips against his hardening cock. “Need you.”

“Let me hear it one more time,” he mumbled, lifting you on to the counter. You moved your arms around his neck and wrapped your legs around his waist

“Samu, I love you,” you breathed, letting your head fall back as he nibbled and sucked on your skin. “I love you and I need you, please.”

“I know, baby, I know,” he said, pulling back. He pulled your shorts and underwear down in one quick motion before he was back on you, wrapping your legs back around him. “I love ya, too, princess.”

You whined as you ground your pussy against his clothed erection. He pushed down his shorts, letting his cock free. You moaned as he slapped you clit with the purpling tip.

“Such a good girl,” Osamu praised, pressing the head of his cock into your wet heat. “Daddy loves ya so much.”

“Love you, daddy,” you moaned, trying in vain to move your hips forward. Osamu’s iron grip on your hips kept you firmly in place.

“Gonna make ya scream it, baby,” Osamu said, pressing forward an inch. You moaned at the stretch.

“Want more,” you said, tangling your fingers in the back of Osamu’s hair and pulling him into a kiss. “Fuck me, please, Samu. Want your cock in me, need it in me.”

“Need it? How bad, baby?” Osamu asked, pushing in another inch. You rested your forehead against his as your mouth opened in a silent moan.

“Gonna cry,” you said, “if you don’t fuck me. Need you to fuck me full of your cum. Need your cum in me, breed me, please.”

“Aw, my little girl’s gonna cry if daddy doesn’t breed her tight lil cunt?” Osamu said. Your eyes burned with tears of frustration as he slowly pushed his cock in another inch.

“Daddy, I love you,” you said, softly. “I love you so much, wanna be tied to you forever. Please, want you to breed me.”

“Fuck,” Osamu hissed. He rutted his hips forward, the head of his cock kissing your cervix as he buried his cock in you. “Love ya, too, princess.”

You moaned and tightened your legs around him as he thrusted into you. His heavy balls slapped against your ass and his cock pushed past your cervix more and more with each strong thrust.

“Still so tight,” Osamu grunted as your head fell against his shoulder. “Squeezin’ me just how I like it.”

You buried your face in his shoulder to muffle your loud moans.

“Nuh-uh, baby,” Osamu said, pulling your head back by your hair. “Let me hear ya.”

You moaned loudly as he kissed your neck. Osamu bit his lip as your walls clenched around his cock.

“Don’t cum yet,” he mumbled. “Wanna cum with you.”

You nodded your head, biting back a moan as Osamu’s piercing continuously dragged against your sweet spot.

“What did I say?” Osamu asked. “I wanna hear ya, baby.”

“Sorry,” you moaned. You yelped in shock as he landed a quick slap against your clit.

“There we go, let me hear you, princess,” Osamu said. You let out a low moan as he rubbed your clit, soothingly. You whined as he slapped it again.

“Gonna- gonna cum!” You gasped as he landed three rapid slaps against your clit. “Samu, please!”

“Gonna fill ya up, baby,” Osamu grunted, hips stuttering as his cock twitched inside you. “Just one second.”

You bit your lip as your walls fluttered around him.

“C-can’t hold on much longer!” You whined. “Daddy!”

“Fuck, let me hear it again,” Osamu said.

“I love you, Osamu,” you moaned.

“Fuck,” he grunted as he spilled his seed in you. Your head fell back against the cabinets as you gushed around him, milking his cock with your spasming walls. “I love ya, too, Y/n.” You breathed heavily as your head fell against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to his warm body.

“Don’t pull out yet,” you mumbled, wrapping your legs tighter around him. “Don’t wanna lose your cum.”

Osamu groaned as his cock twitched. “Don’t say that, makes me wanna fill ya up again.”

You pulled him closer to you by your ankles, forcing his softening cock deeper into you.

“Come on, let’s move to the couch,” Osamu said, lifting you up without pulling out. He sat down, keeping you in his lap. You rearranged yourself carefully, resting your head on his shoulder and wrapping your arms around Osamu’s chest.

You dozed happily, full and satiated until someone knocked on the door.

“Who is it?” Osamu called.

“It’s Atsumu,” Atsumu called. You whined as Osamu lifted you off of his cock, which was hard once again.

“No, daddy,” you pouted. “Wanna stay full.”

“Baby, Tsumu wants to come in,” Osamu said. You twisted around until you were sitting in his lap, back flush against his front, and pulled a blanket over you as you guided his cock back in you before too much of his cum could leak out.

“Yer a naughty girl,” Osamu said, smirking at you. “Yer lucky it’s Tsumu. Come on in!”

The front door opened and closed quickly and Atsumu appeared in the living room.

“What’s up?” Atsumu asked, sitting in the recliner next to the couch.

You shifted slightly. Osamu pinched your thigh.

“Just watched the Demon Slayer movie,” Osamu said. “Ate some lunch.”

“That’s all? Because M/n changed her facebook relationship status to ‘it’s complicated’,” Atsumu said, leaning forward to show you two his phone screen.

“What?” You asked, grabbing his phone. Osamu hissed quietly as your body jostled. “I can’t believe she would do that! You know what, actually I can.”

“She caught us this morning,” Osamu said. Atsumu cringed as he grabbed his phone back.

“I guess in a precarious situation,” Atsumu said.

“We were in the bath,” you said. “Basically confessing our love.”

Atsumu hissed. “Damn, that’s almost worse than being caught fuckin’.”

“We were still naked so it was plenty awkward,” you said. Osamu gripped your hips to keep you from moving.

“What did she say?” Atsumu asked, leaning back as he propped the recliner’s footrest up.

“She called me a sick bastard,” Osamu said.

“And she called me a slut,” you said. “Then she said we’d talk about it when she got back.”

“Damn, what did ya say when she called ya a slut?” Atsumu asked.

“I called her a whore,” you said, smiling proudly. Osamu shifted your weight, causing his cock to press against that spongy spot inside you. You covered your moan with a cough.

“Badass,” Atsumu said. “She definitely deserves it. After all, it’s not like she hasn’t cheated on Samu before.”

You sat up abruptly. “What?”

“Oh, yeah, plenty of times,” Atsumu said.

“That’s why she doesn’t get along with Atsumu,” Osamu said, pulling you back against him. “He called her out on it.”

“And I turned her down,” Atsumu said. “I mean, of course I’m the hotter twin, but I would never sleep with any of Samu’s girls without his permission.” Atsumu winked at you.

“Yeah, well you can keep waitin’,” Osamu said, holding you tighter. You bit your lip as his cock was forced into you deeper.

“Well, why not? Yer cockwarmin’ right in front of me,” Atsumu said. He sat up and leaned forward and snatched your blanket away.

You yelped and instinctively reached forward as Osamu covered you up with his hands.

“Tsumu!” You squealed, as he pulled the blanket out of your reach. He smirked at you.

“Come on, let me watch,” Atsumu said. Osamu rolled his eyes.

“Watch what? She’s just cockwarming,” Osamu said.

“Fuck her,” Atsumu said, leaning back. His cock was straining against his jogging shorts. “Come on, I saw ya squirmin’.”

Osamu slowly moved his hands to your hips. He leaned forward, whispering in your ear. “Ya want to, baby? Wanna give Uncle Tsumu a show?”

You nodded. “Want Uncle Tsumu to watch me, daddy.” You spread your legs, showing off your full cunt to Atsumu.

Atsumu groaned as he sat up and palmed his cock in his shorts.

“Good girl,” Atsumu groaned. “Rub yer clit for me, doll.”

“Yer not givin’ orders, Tsumu,” Osamu said. He reached down and spread your folds apart, revealing your swollen clit. You moaned as Osamu rubbed small circles around the nub.

“Just watchin’,” you moaned, rolling your hips.

“Fuck, just wanna get off,” Atsumu whined, thrusting his hips up against his hand.

“He’s such a fuckin’ sub,” Osamu said, kissing under your ear. “Just tryin’ to pretend he isn’t. Won’t do anything without yer permission.”

“Really?” You asked.

“Tell him what to do,” Osamu said.

“Stop touching yourself,” you said. Atsumu whined as he moved his hand away from his cock. You smiled as his hips kept rolling upward, searching for friction.

“Watch me,” you moaned as he shut his eyes. You bounced up and down on Osamu’s cock, moaning at the way his piercing dragged against your walls.

“Please, please, wanna touch myself,” Atsumu begged, squirming as he watched you. You smirked.

“You’re always so cocky,” you moaned. “Can’t believe I have you begging. Beg for me, Tsumu.”

“Fuck, please, please,” Atsumu begged. “Please, doll, wanna cum for ya.”

You hummed. “Pull your cock out, Tsumu.” Tsumu quickly pushed his shorts down, letting his cock out. It bobbed heavily between his legs. It was slightly longer than Osamu’s, with a slight curve to the right instead of the left like Osamu’s, just a smidge thinner, with an ampallang going horizontally through the dark pink head, opposite Osamu’s piercing. You moaned at the sight, immediately wondering how it would feel, stretching you out with Osamu’s.

The dark pink head was nearly purple and leaking precum steadily. Atsumu wrapped his large hand around the base, and pumped once, thumbing his slit and running his thumb over his piercing.

“Fuck,” he hissed, gathering precum on his thumb. Your mouth watered, wanting to lick it clean.

“Wanna taste,” you whined. “Tsumu, give me.”

Atsumu leaned forward, offering you his precum covered thumb. You wrapped your plush lips around his thumb and sucked. You hollowed your cheeks and swirled your tongue around, licking the salty precum away. You pulled off with a soft pop.

“Who said ya could taste him?” Osamu asked, jerking you back by your hair. You moaned.

“‘m sorry, daddy,” you said. Osamu slapped your clit, making you jump in his lap.

“Remember who makes the rules, baby,” Osamu said. You moaned as he pulled your hips down roughly, forcing the head of his cock past your cervix. You looked down at where your stomach poked out with the stretch of his cock. “Look how deep she takes me, Tsumu. Fuck, she’s takin’ me so well.”

Atsumu pumped his cock in time with Osamu’s thrusts, moaning and whining as his balls tightened.

“Want him to cum on me,” you moaned, watching Atsumu as he got closer and closer to cumming. “Please, daddy.”

“Where, baby?” Osamu asked. “Want him to cover yer cute tits? Maybe yer lil face? Huh? Tell daddy what ya want.”

“My face, daddy,” you said. Atsumu moaned and wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock, holding back his orgasm.

“Ya heard her, Tsumu,” Osamu said. “Cum on my baby’s face.”

“Fuck, okay,” Atsumu scrambled up, standing in front of you. “Fuck, gonna look so cute covered in my cum, doll.”

“Cum on my face, please, Uncle Tsumu,” you moaned. He jerked his cock quickly as it twitched.

“Open yer mouth,” he said. You opened your mouth, tongue eagerly hanging out. He moaned as his balls tightened and cum spurted out, covering your tongue and splattering on your cheeks and chin.

“Samu, please,” Atsumu begged.

“Just this once,” Osamu said.

“Don’t swallow,” Atsumu said, leaning down. He kissed you messily, scooping his cum out of your mouth before pushing it back in, making it run down your chin. When he pulled back, a strand of saliva connected you two. You moaned as Osamu bounced you on his cock.

“Gonna cum,” you moaned as Osamu pinched your clit.

“Yer clenchin’ ‘round me so tight, baby. Is it just for Tsumu?” Osamu asked. “If I knew ya liked him so much I woulda suggested this sooner.”

“Daddy,” you whined. “Wanna cum for you and Uncle Tsumu.”

“Go ‘head, baby,” Osamu said, swiping his fingers over your clit furiously. You let out a high pitched moan as you squirted around Osamu’s cock, wetting his shorts as well as Atsumu’s.

“Fuck, doll,” Atsumu breathed as Osamu continued to pound into you. He kneeled in front of you.

“She’s my messy, lil girl,” Osamu said, smirking. “Isn’t that right?” You nodded, leaning back against Osamu tiredly.

“Want you to fill me up again, daddy,” you moaned, softly.

“Fill ‘er up, Samu,” Atsumu said, pushing your legs out wider. “Wanna see her dripping with yer cum.”

You moaned, feeling Osamu’s cock twitch inside you.

“Samu, please,” you moaned, walls tightening around his cock. “I love you so much, wanna be full of you.”

“Fuck, baby, I love ya, too,” Osamu grunted as he painted your walls white. Atsumu’s cock twitched as Osamu pulled out. Cum slowly leaked out of you, coating your thighs.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Atsumu said. He glanced up at Osamu questioningly.

“Ask her,” Osamu said.

“Let me fill ya up,” Atsumu said, looking up at you.

“Just this once,” Osamu said.

“I don’t know,” you said. You looked up at Osamu, trying to gauge his emotions.

“What do ya want, baby?” Osamu asked. You looked at Atsumu.

“Are you okay with it?” You asked, looking up at Osamu. “Really? You said just yesterday you didn’t want to share me with him.”

“It’s whatever ya want,” Osamu said. “‘S’long as ya remember who ya belong to.”

“I want you both,” you said. “Wanna be really full.”

“Fuck, we haven’t done that in a while,” Atsumu said.

“Want us to ruin yer lil cunt?” Osamu asked. “Stretch ya around both of our cocks?”

“Please,” you whimpered as Osamu teased your folds with his hardening cock.

“Let’s take her to bed so she can be comfortable,” Atsumu said. Osamu nodded as lifted you easily.

Osamu led Atsumu to your bedroom, where he tossed you on the bed. The twins loomed over you, staring down at your half dressed form.

“Let’s get rid of this,” Osamu said, tugging your shirt off. You instinctively crossed your arms to cover your breasts.

“Oh, no, doll, no hiding from us,” Atsumu said. “Let us see those pretty tits, please.”

You breathed deeply and dropped your arms to the side, releasing your breasts.

Atsumu looked at Osamu, who nodded. Atsumu climbed over you, palming your breasts heavily and pinching your nipples.

“So pretty, doll,” Atsumu breathed. “Let me have a lil taste, please.”

You nodded as he leaned down. He placed a kitten lick to your right nipple before sucking it in his mouth. He mouthed at the pebbles nipple messily, spit running down his chin and down the mount of your breast. You moaned softly, and tangled your hands in his blond hair, pulling him closer.

“Tsumu,” you moaned. Osamu crossed his arms, watching carefully for any hint you weren’t enjoying yourself.

Once your right nipple was puffy and sore, Atsumu pulled back before switching to the left.

He rolled his tongue against your sensitive flesh, gently grazing his teeth along it. You moaned as he pulled away with a pop.

“Say my name again,” Atsumu said, spit running down his chin.

“Tsumu,” you moaned, tugging his hair.

He glanced back at Osamu, once again questioning his next move.

“Ask her,” Osamu said.

“Wanna kiss ya,” Atsumu said. You looked at Osamu, who nodded.

“Okay,” you mumbled. Atsumu leaned up and kissed you deeply, messily. He kissed wildly, with teeth clicking together and tongue licking into your mouth, like he just couldn’t get enough fast enough.

“Want it,” Atsumu whined against your lips.

“Tell me what you want,” you said, breathlessly as you pulled back.

“Want you on top of me,” Atsumu said. You nodded. He flipped you over and you straddled his hips.

“He wants ya to spit in his mouth,” Osamu said, coming up behind you. His lips brushed the lobe of your ear. “He just doesn’t know how to ask.”

You looked down at Atsumu, and ran your hands over his chest.

“Can you ask?” You asked. “I wanna hear it from you, Atsumu.”

He whined, bucking his hips up, grinding his clothed cock against your bare pussy.

“Please, please,” he begged. “Want ya to spit in my mouth.”

One of your hands circled his neck as you leaned down, while the other squeezed his cheeks, forcing his mouth open.

“Tongue out,” you said. Atsumu eagerly stuck his tongue out. You gathered saliva in your mouth and hovered over him. You let your spit fall out of your mouth. Adrenaline rushed in your veins at the sound of his moans under you. You could feel the vibrations under your hand on his throat. You squeezed lightly as he swallowed.

“Fuck,” you said as Atsumu moaned again. You squeezed a little harder.

“Wanna-wanna,” Atsumu stuttered. He grabbed your hand around his throat, holding you there. “Harder.”

You applied a bit more pressure and squirmed as Atsumu let out a choked moan. You ground your cunt against his shorts as you choked him.

“You like that?” You asked, letting out a moan as your clit dragged against the rough fabric of his shorts. Atsumu nodded. His face was flushed and his pupils blown as you ground against him.

“Fuck, gonna get off just from choking you,” you moaned.

“Please, please,” Atsumu breathed.

“Let up a lil,” Osamu whispered in your ear. “Then press down again.”

You loosened your hand, letting Atsumu suck in a quick breath before squeezing again.

You moaned in sync with Atsumu.

“Gonna cum,” you gasped as you practically rode Atsumu’s thighs. You gasped again as Atsumu rolled his hips up. “Fuck.”

You gushed around nothing, surely leaving a wet spot on Atsumu’s shorts.

Atsumu moaned as you released his throat.

“Now, aftercare,” Osamu whispered in your ear. “Comfort him.”

“Such a good boy for me,” you said. “Letting me use you to get off. You did such a good job.”

You leaned down and pressed a few soft kisses along his throat. “Looked so pretty under me.”

Atsumu whined as you peppered his face in kisses. You pecked his lips last and pulled back.

“Good boy,” Atsumu repeated. You nodded and ran your fingers through his hair.

“Yes you were,” you said, smiling down at him. “My good boy.”

“Yer good boy,” Atsumu echoed.

“Does my good boy wanna fill me up, now?” You asked, pushing his shirt up and over his head. “Stretch me out until I’m crying over your cock?”

“Please,” Atsumu breathed. “Wanna be in ya.”

You scrambled down Atsumu’s legs, tugging his shorts down. His cock bobbed heavily, leaking precum. You couldn’t help yourself, you placed a small lick along his slit, tasting the salty precum and moaning.

“Don’t,” Atsumu choked out. “Don’t wanna cum yet.”

You leaned up and crawled up his body, straddling his hips again.

“Just wanna make you feel good, Tsumu,” you said, grinding your wet cunt against his cock. He let out a broken moan. “Where do you want to cum?”

“In ya, in ya!” He exclaimed.

“Move up for me,” you said. “Lean against the headboard.”

Atsumu pushed himself up right, leaning against your headboard. You reached down and ran his cock through your folds, teasing your clit with the swollen head.

“Please, jus’ wanna be in ya,” Atsumu moaned. You sank down on his cock with a low moan. “Fuck, so tight.”

“Her pretty pussy’s always so tight,” Osamu said, crawling on the bed behind you. He kissed your shoulder softly. “Too bad we’re gonna ruin it.”

Osamu bent you over, pushing your chest flush against Atsumu’s.

“How’s this lil hole gonna fit us both, baby?” Osamu asked, placing a hand on the small of your back as he forced his forefinger in your already stretched out hole. Your jaw dropped in a silent moan and your head fell on Atsumu’s shoulder as Osamu stretched you out.

“Don’t worry, I’ll go slow,” Osamu said, slowly pumping his finger in and out of you. Thankfully, Osamu’s cum from earlier provided enough lubricant that his finger slid in easily.

“M-more,” you moaned after a few minutes. Osamu added another finger, slowly.

Atsumu held you tightly against his body, playing with your hair as a distraction so he wouldn’t cum just from being in your tight walls. You whimpered as Osamu added a third, thick finger.

“Does it hurt, princess?” Osamu asked, carefully scissoring his fingers. You nodded as tears pricked at your eyes.

“Hurts good,” you said.

“Yer almost ready, princess,” Osamu said, leaning down to kiss the base of your spine. “Just a lil more.”

“‘S’okay, doll,” Atsumu said, wiping a stray tear away. You nodded as Osamu added a fourth finger.

“Ya’ll be feelin’ good in a minute, baby,” Osamu said. You felt the head of his cock nudge your entrance. “Ready?”

You nodded and gripped Atsumu’s biceps tightly. Osamu slowly pushed in, stretching you out even more.

“Daddy,” you whimpered as Osamu and Atsumu moaned. Atsumu rubbed your back as Osamu gripped your hips. His thumbs moved in soothing circles on your skin as he bottomed out.

“Fuck,” Osamu hissed. “Squeezin’ me so tight, baby.”

“Full,” was all you could choke out.

“She’s so full, she can’t speak,” Atsumu said.

You could barely think. With each breath, your insides tightened. With each heartbeat, a piercing was pressing against that little spot inside you. You wanted so badly for someone to move, but at the same time, if anyone did, you’d break in half.

“Gonna pull out now,” Osamu said. You reached back and grabbed his forearm.

“No,” you said. “Wanna be full.”

You took a deep breath and glanced down. At the base of your stomach, you could almost trace where Atsumu’s cock was. You pushed down on the small bulge and moaned.

“Go ‘head,” you breathed, releasing Osamu’s arm. He slowly pulled out most of the way, leaving just the tip.

“Gonna ruin ya, princess,” Osamu whispered in your ear. You shivered and he rutted back into you.

“Samu!” You cried, falling against Atsumu’s chest.

“‘S’alright, doll?” Atsumu asked, moaning in your ear.

You nodded. Osamu grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you against his chest, his free arm wrapped around your waist.

“She’s alright, Tsumu, look at ‘er, fucked out already,” Osamu said. You moaned loudly as his cock pushed in and out of you.

“Samu,” you moaned, arching your back against him. He reached down and pressed two fingers against your clit. Your body spasmed with the added stimulation.

“Gonna cum!” You cried, walls fluttering around their cocks. Atsumu bit his lip, trying to stave off his own orgasm.

“Already, baby? I thought you could handle us?” Osamu said, hips pounding against yours. You could already feel the bruises forming.

Tears rolled down your cheeks as your orgasm squirted out of you. Osamu’s hips continued their brutal pace.

“Such a messy girl,” Osamu cooed, pinching your nipple. He rolled it between his fingers and cooed when you cried out.

“S-Samu,” Atsumu stuttered. “Gonna cum if you don’t slow down.”

“Come on, fill her up,” Osamu grunted, slapping your clit. More tears ran down your face. “She wants to be full, Tsumu. Tell him, baby.”

“Wa-wanna be full!” You moaned, rolling your hips back to meet Osamu’s thrusts. “Cum in me, Tsumu!”

Atsumu moaned out your name as he came hard. His twitching cock spurted out more cum every time you tightened around him.

“Want you to cum,” you moaned as Osamu continued to pound into your abused cunt.

“Just a lil more,” he grunted. Atsumu moaned from the overstimulation. His cock twitched, trying, in vain, to stay hard.

You clenched around them, desperately trying to make Osamu cum. He pinched your clit.

“Cum again for us, baby,” Osamu said, rubbing your clit. “Make a mess.”

You cried out as he slapped your clit.

“Samu’s mean!” You cried as he alternated between slapping and rubbing your clit. Your walls fluttered and you gushed around them just as Osamu came.

“Good job, baby,” Osamu praised. He slowly pulled out of you, leaving you to fall in a heap on Atsumu. Both of you breathed heavily as Osamu collapsed next to you.

He tugged you away from Atsumu.

“No,” you whined as both of their cum leaked out of you.

“Come here, princess,” Osamu breathed, pulling you on top of him. You fell limp on his chest. “Ya okay?”

You nodded, tiredly.

“Share her, I want cuddles, too!” Atsumu exclaimed. You shifted to lay in between them. Atsumu immediately wrapped an arm around your waist and buried his face in your neck. Osamu wrapped an arm around your waist, below Atsumu’s arm and nuzzled the other side of your neck, pressing soft kisses against your skin.

You turned and curled into Osamu’s side as you fell asleep.

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I'll Hold Mine.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Requested: Nope

Warnings: None

Genre : Pure fluff

Summary: Y/N has stuffed toys. She's ashamed of telling anyone else she has stuffed toys. Bucky doesn't understand why, they're so cute after all!

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! Before you ask, yes, I was screaming the whole time while writing— this wasn't what you were gonna ask? Oh. Enjoy!

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Bucky Barnes stared as the woman walked into the communal area, bleary eyed. "Y/N, good morning! Had a good night's sleep?" Clint asked her. Bucky quietly watched as Y/N nodded, but he knew she was lying. "Good morning to you two," she greeted them, giving them a small smile. Clint, about to walk out of the room, ruffled her hair and left.

"You're lying."

"Pardon?" Y/N blinked, staring at Bucky as she waited for her coffee to be prepared. "You didn't sleep well, I can see it all over your face," he rephrased, taking a sip of his coffee. "Fine, you caught me!" she groaned, "I didn't sleep last night." Bucky frowned when the woman plopped down next to him, clutching her mug with both hands.

"Why not? Is everything okay?" he asked worriedly. "It's embarrassing and I'm not going to tell you." She refused to speak after that. Embarrassing? Her? In his eyes, never. He didn't press on, though, silently offering his sad friend some company. When he heard a sniffle, he couldn't help it.

"Tell me what happened. I promise I won't judge you," he insisted, turning to look at her. "It's just— it's just that—" Y/N took in a shuddering breath. God, why was she making a fool of herself in front of her crush?! "Morning, people! Oh, oh no, I picked a bad timing—" Bucky and Y/N both turned to Tony, who slowly backed out of the room.

Nope, she wasn't doing it.

"I'm sorry, Buck," she mumbled, got up, kept her mug away and left. Bucky nearly crushed the mug he was holding, cursing Tony because why did he have to walk in just as Y/N was opening up to him?! He huffed and sat alone, drinking his coffee in misery.

The thing is, Y/N was great friends with everyone. She was loud, cheerful, funny and excruciatingly beautiful— you get the gist. Not with him, though. Around him, she was always quiet, shy, meek… submissive, in a way.

Hey Y/N, can you pass me that bottle?

If it were anyone else: "Your legs finally give up on you? About damn time." With him? "Yeah sure, here you go." She never, ever talked witty with him. Something about her was off… was she scared of him? Bucky's eyes went wide. Of course, that was it! Y/N Y/L/N was afraid of James Barnes! Why, though?

He was always so good to her. Nobody minded teasing Y/N, sometimes going too far but it was all in fun and Y/N knew that. Bucky, on the other hand…

Roast Y/N or finish the bottle of beer— you always drink when it comes to her, simp!

He could never. He had no idea what her insecurities were, what if he accidentally pushed a button and she stopped talking to him? At least they still made small talk, if she stopped talking to him, he didn't know how he would live. "Hey, everything okay?" Startled, he looked up at Steve.

"Yeah," he cleared his throat, "Everything is fine, what happened?" Steve sighed and sat next to his best friend. "It's Y/N, isn't it? I know the look on your face," he chuckled. "She was crying," Bucky spoke softly, "And she was about to tell me what happened but Stark walked into the room. Then she left without telling me."

"Why doesn't she talk to me?" he continued, intently staring at Steve. "I'd think that's fairly obvious," Steve laughed, "The woman loves you. Classic traits of a crush, Bucky. She limits her conversations with you because she doesn't want to embarrass herself. She never talks back to you because what if you start hating her?" Bucky blinked.

"Me? Hate her? Not possible," he scoffed. "You didn't find out why she was crying, right?" Bucky shook his head. "Why don't you go to the privacy of her room and find out? No one will interrupt you there, you might form a good bond and who knows? That might be the start of a beautiful, perfect relationship."

"I can't just go there like hey we were talking and you didn't tell me something so I've come to find out, that's invading her personal boundaries! She'll tell me when she's ready," Bucky spoke indignantly. "She hasn't eaten breakfast yet, there are some muffins in the oven, why don't you take those to her room?" Steve suggested.

After a minute of consideration, Bucky agreed.

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Three short raps on the door.

"Y/N?"

Inside the room, Y/N froze. What was Bucky doing here? She glanced around her room, horrified, because it was a mess. "What happened?" she shouted from inside. "I brought you some breakfast, thought you might be hungry." She was hungry, though. "Wait 5 minutes!" Bucky patiently stood outside as Y/N made her room more presentable—

By hiding all her stuffed toys.

Some went in the wardrobe, some tossed carelessly under the bed, some stashed in the bedside drawer until she was certain there were no animals on display. "I'm so sorry," she whispered to the toys before opening the door to her room. "Bucky! Thank you for bringing me food, come in! Sorry, it's a mess."

Bucky waved his arm in dismissal as he walked in, looking around the room. "Your place is beautiful," he commented, giving her a small smile. She blushed and rubbed the back of her neck, shrugging. Both of them sat on the bed and Y/N picked up a muffin. "What do you wanna ask me?" At the blatant question, Bucky looked up.

"Why were you crying?" Y/N sighed and looked at her lap. "Sorry if it made you uncomfortable, I didn't mean to," she muttered. "No, no, it did not make me feel uncomfortable, I wanna help you," Bucky answered, shaking his head. "It's…" "Embarrassing? We've been through that, I don't care." A small laugh escaped her lips.

"Fine, I'll tell you. Promise you won't laugh," she whispered. "I promise." Y/N huddled close to him in case someone was somehow listening to them. "I lost my favorite stuffed toy and can't find her." Bucky sat silently for a few minutes. That was her definition of embarrassing?! What's embarrassing about stuffed toys?

"Should I help you?" he offered immediately, smiling at her. "You don't think I'm crazy? I'm a grown woman who still has stuffed toys. Names and everything," Y/N exclaimed, her jaw dropped. Bucky shrugged. "Of course I don't think you're crazy. There is nothing shameful about stuffed toys, I think it's quite sweet."

"Really? Just when I thought you couldn't be more perfect—" Bucky laughed at her words. They quickly finished eating the muffins and then stood up. "Have you checked the whole room?" Bucky asked her. She nodded. "Yes! The drawers, the cupboards, the wardrobe, over and under the bed… she's nowhere."

"But have you checked the bathroom?"

A loud groan left Y/N. "That's it, the bathroom! Ugh, I was so sleepy last night but I had to pee so I went to the bathroom, might've forgotten her inside, how stupid of me! Damn it!" As she kept rambling to herself, Bucky walked into the bathroom and fetched the doll that was sitting atop the sink. "Here you go, doll."

Y/N looked up at the nickname. "Hah, doll. Just like the one you're holding," she joked, taking the doll from his hands. "Yeah," he whispered, "Just like the one I'm holding." Y/N froze when his arms went around her waist, pulling her close to him. Was this actually happening?!

Did her crush like her back?!

She wanted to scream. "Bucky?" she whispered as he continued staring down at her, a dazed look on his face. "Why are you so adorable, doll?" he asked instead, gently rubbing her bottom lip with his thumb. Y/N gulped at the shockwaves the action sent throughout her body. "You tell me," she retorted, her breath hitching when he smirked at her.

"Find your wits now?" he teased, leaning forward to press a kiss to her lips before she could answer. Shivers ran down her spine as she kissed the man back, clutching her doll tightly in her arms. Without breaking the kiss, Bucky walked forward until the back of Y/N's knees touched the bed. "Sit," he ordered and Y/N complied, looking at him with wide eyes.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Sleep."

Y/N blinked, expecting a sexy response but instead she got— "What?" she asked him, confused. Bucky knelt in front of her, taking her hand in his. "You haven't slept all night, doll, I need you to sleep. This—" He gestured between them, "—Has lots of time to happen. For now, all I want is for you to get some rest. You've had a tough morning." Y/N's eyes watered.

"Don't go away."

The way she said it was enough to keep him by her side forever and always. "Never, doll. Come on." He picked up the plate which was lying on the bed, dusted the crumbs off and lay down. Y/N lay down next to him, clutching her doll in her hands. She turned to face away from him as he turned, wrapping an arm around her, spooning her from behind.

"Thank you Bucky, goodnight."

He smiled and pressed a soft kiss to her exposed shoulder. "Goodnight. You hold your doll, I'll hold mine," he whispered, smiling when the sound of soft snores filled the room.

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"Aye, sweet doll!"

"She is, isn't she?"

"You know damn well I wasn't talking about your girlfriend, Barnes—" Y/N burst out laughing as Sam and Bucky narrowed their eyes at each other. "But I was! Sweet doll." Y/N scrunched her nose as Bucky pressed his nose to her cheek, the stubble on his face pricking her skin. "Thank you, Sam, that means a lot."

"No worries!" He plopped down next to Steve, who was looking at them with a smile. After Y/N got into a relationship with Bucky, she was opening up more. She was no longer embarrassed about her stuffed toys; these people were her friends and they stood by her side no matter what, no judgement. That's all she needed.

Clutching her doll to her bosom, Y/N snuggled against Bucky's chest, resting her head in the crook of his neck. "All okay?" Bucky whispered to her, wrapping his arm around her as he brushed her hair away from her face. "Yeah," she whispered as Tony walked into the room, immediately getting hit in the face by a deflating balloon, "All okay."

"I love you so much, doll," he smiled, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead as she closed her eyes. "I love you too, Bucky," she smiled into his shoulder, "I love you too."

"As cute as all this is, it's your turn to pick a movie, Y/N so please, pick a movie."

"Hmm, I'm not in the mood… how about you pick one, Peter?"

"No! No, anyone but him!"

"Come on, we haven't watched Frozen 2 in a long time—"

"Shut up! No! Maybe give your boyfriend a turn, he picks better movies!"

"Never have I ever been so offended by something I 100% agree with."

"What do ya say, doll? Give me a turn?"

"Sure Barnes, whatever."

"Ouch."

"Deserved."

"Breaking News! For the first time in the history of the world, we're witnessing Y/N Y/L/N actively roasting James Barnes—"

"I don't mind anymore, everyone knows he's gonna come running back to me in no time."

"Hot damn!"

"Come on now, doll, you wanna be punished so badly—"

"Ugh, keep dirty talk out of this!"

Needless to say, movie night went great.

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A/N: Thanks for reading! Leave a like if you enjoyed!

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blackcatrph · 3 years

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** sour sentence starters.

brutal.

“ i think that i’ll die before i drink. ”

“ i'm so caught up in the news of who likes me and who hates you. ”

“ i'm so tired that I might quit my job, start a new life. ”

“ they'd all be so disappointed because who am I if not exploited? ”

“ where's my fuckin' teenage dream? ”

“ if someone tells me one more time "enjoy your youth," I'm gonna cry. ”

“ i'm anxious and nothing can help. ”

“ i wish I'd done this before. ”

“ i wish people liked me more. ”

“ all I did was try my best. ”

“ this the kind of thanks I get? ”

“ they say these are the golden years. ”

“ i wish I could disappear. ”

“ god, it's brutal out here. ”

“ i feel like no one wants me. ”

“ i only have two real friends. ”

“ lately I'm a nervous wreck. ”

“ i love people I don't like. ”

“ i hate every song I write. ”

“ i'm not cool, and I'm not smart. ”

“ i can't even parallel park. ”

“ got a broken ego, broken heart. ”

“ i don't even know where to start. ”

traitor.

“ brown guilty eyes and little white lies. ”

“ i played dumb but I always knew. ”

“ i kept quiet so I could keep you. ”

“ ain't it funny how you ran to her the second that we called it quits? ”

“ ain't it funny how you said you were friends? ”

“ it sure as hell don't look like it. ”

“ you betrayed me. ”

“ i know that you'll never feel sorry for the way I hurt. ”

“ loved you at your worst but that didn't matter. ”

“ guess you didn't cheat, but you're still a traitor. ”

“ there's no damn way that you could fall in love with somebody that quickly. ”

“ ain't it funny, all the twisted games, all the questions you used to avoid? ”

“ remember I brought her up and you told me I was paranoid? ”

“ i wish that you had thought this through before I went and fell in love with you. ”

“ you gave me your word but that didn't matter. ”

drivers license.

“ i got my driver's license last week. ”

“ just like we always talked about. ”

“ today I drove through the suburbs crying 'cause you weren't around. ”

“ you're probably with that blonde girl. ”

“ she's so much older than me. ”

“ she's everything I'm insecure about. ”

“ how could I ever love someone else? “

“ i know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one. ”

“ i just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone. ”

“ guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me. ”

“ all my friends are tired of hearing how much I miss you. ”

“ I kinda feel sorry for them because they'll never know you the way that I do. ”

“ i still see your face in the white cars, front yards. ”

“ can't drive past the places we used to go to because I still fuckin' love you. ”

1 step forward, 3 steps back.

“ i called you on the phone today. ”

“ all I did was speak normally. ”

“ you got me fucked up in the head. ”

“ like am I pretty? am I fun? ”

“ i hate that I gave you power over that kind of stuff. ”

“ it's always one step forward and three steps back. ”

“ i'm the love of your life until I make you mad. ”

“ do you love me, want me, hate me? i don't understand. ”

“ maybe in some masochistic way I kind of find it all exciting. ”

“ which lover will I get today? ”

“ will you walk me to the door or send me home cryin'? ”

“ it's back and forth, did I say somethin' wrong? ”

“ it's back and forth, goin' over everything I said. ”

“ i'd leave you, but the roller coaster's all I've ever had. ”

deja vu.

“ strawberry ice cream, one spoon for two? ”

“ i bet she's braggin' to all her friends, sayin' you're so unique. ”

“ so when you gonna tell her that we did that, too? ”

“ that was our place, I found it first. ”

“ i made the jokes you tell to her when she's with you. ”

“ do you get déjà vu when she's with you? ”

“ do you call her, almost say my name? ”

“ i hate to think that I was just your type. ”

“ don't act like we didn't do that shit too. ”

“ play her piano, but she doesn't know that I was the one who taught you Billy Joel. ”

good 4 u.

“ well, good for you, I guess you moved on really easily. ”

“ you found a new girl and it only took a couple weeks. ”

“ remember when you said that you wanted to give me the world? ”

“ good for you, I guess that you've been workin' on yourself. ”

“ i guess that therapist I found for you, she really helped. ”

“ now you can be a better man for your brand new girl. ”

“ well, good for you, you look happy and healthy. ”

“ not me, if you ever cared to ask. ”

“ good for you, you're doin' great out there without me. ”

“ i've lost my mind. ”

“ i've spent the night cryin' on the floor in my bathroom. ”

“ it's like we never even happened. ”

“ what the fuck is up with that? ”

“ good for you, it's like you never even met me. ”

“ remember when you swore to god i was the only person who ever got you? ”

“ well, screw that and screw you. ”

“ you will never have to hurt the way you know that I do. ”

“ maybe I'm too emotional. ”

“ your apathy's like a wound in salt. ”

“ maybe I'm too emotional or maybe you never cared at all. ”

“ like a damn sociopath. ”

enough for you.

“ i wore makeup when we dated because I thought you'd like me more. ”

“ i know that you loved before. ”

“ tried so hard to be everything that you like. ”

“ i read all of your self-help books so you'd think that I was smart. ”

“ stupid, emotional, obsessive little me. ”

“ i knew from the start this is exactly how you'd leave. ”

“ you found someonе more exciting. ”

“ you left me there cryin', wonderin' what I did wrong. ”

“ you always say I'm never satisfied but I don't think that's true. ”

“ all I ever wanted was to be enough for you. ”

“ maybe I'm just not as interesting as the girls you had before. ”

“ you couldn't have cared less about someone who loved you more. ”

“ i'd say you broke my heart but you broke much more than that. ”

“ i don’t want your sympathy, i just want myself back. ”

“ don’t you think i loved you too much to be used and discarded? ”

“ don't you think I loved you too much to think I deserve nothing? ”

“ don’t tell me you’re sorry, feel sorry for yourself. ”

“ someday i’ll be everything to somebody else. ”

“ you’ll be the one crying. ”

happier.

“ we broke up a month ago. ”

“ your friends are mine you know. ”

“ you’ve moved on, found someone new. ”

“ i thought my heart was detached from all the sunlight of our past. ”

“ she’s so sweet, she’s so pretty. ”

“ does she mean you forgot about me ? ”

“ i hope you’re happy but not like how you were with me. ”

“ i’m selfish i know. i can’t let you go. ”

“ find someone great, but don’t find no one better. ”

“ i hope you’re happy, but don’t be happier. ”

“ do you tell her she’s the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen? ”

“ an eternal love bullshit you know you’ll never mean. ”

“ remember when i believe you meant it when you said it first to me? ”

“ now i’m picking her apart like cutting her down will make you miss my wretched heart. ”

“ she’s beautiful, she looks kind. ”

“ she probably gives you butterflies. ”

“ i wish you all the best, really. ”

“ say you love her, just not like you loved me. ”

“ think of me fondly when your hands are on her. ”

jealousy jealousy.

“ i kinda wanna throw my phone across the room. ”

“ all i see are girls too good to be true. ”

“ i know their beauty’s not my lack but it feels like that weight is on my back. ”

“ comparison is killing me slowly. ”

“ i think i think too much. ”

“ i’m so sick of myself, i’d rather be anyone else. ”

“ my jealousy started following me. ”

“ i see everyone getting all the things i want. ”

“ i’m happy for them, but then again, i’m not. ”

“ i can’t stand it. ”

“ oh god i sound crazy. ”

“ their win is not my loss, i know it’s true. ”

“ i can’t help getting caught up in it all. ”

“ all your friends are so cool. ”

“ you go out every night. ”

“ you’re living the life. ”

“ i want to be you so bad, and i don’t even know you. ”

“ all i see is what i should be. ”

favourite crime.

“ know that i love you so bad. ”

“ i let you treat me like that. ”

“ i was your willing accomplice. ”

“ i watched as you fled the scene. ”

“ doe-eyed as you buried me. ”

“ the things i did just so i could call you mine. ”

“ the things you did. well, i hope i was your favourite crime. ”

“ you used me as an alibi. ”

“ i crossed my heart and you crossed the line. ”

“ i defended you to all my friends. ”

“ every time i siren sounds, i wonder if you’re around. ”

“ you know that i’d do it all again. ”

“ it’s bittersweet to think about the damage that we’d do. ”

“ i was going down but i was doing it with you. ”

“ i say that i hate you with a smile on my face. ”

“ look what we became. ”

hope ur ok.

“ his parents cared more about the bible than being good to their own child. ”

“ wore long sleeves because of his dad. ”

“ somehow we fell out of touch. ”

“ hope he took his bad deal and made a royal flush. ”

“ don’t know if i’ll see you again someday. ”

“ i hope that you’re okay. ”

“ her parents hated who she loved. ”

“ she was brought into a world where family was merely blood. ”

“ with the courage to unlearn all of their hatred. ”

“ we don’t talk much. ”

“ i miss you and i hope that you’re okay. ”

“ address the letter to the holes in my butterfly wings. ”

“ nothing’s forever, nothing is as good as it seems. ”

“ when the clouds are ironed our and the monsters creep into your house, every door is hard to close. ”

“ i hope you know how proud i am. ”

“ i hope that you’re happier today. ”

“ i love you and i hope that you’re okay. ”

#rp meme #rp sentence meme #rp sentence starters #ask meme #rp ask prompts #lyrical meme #lyric rp meme #this took approx 900 years to make

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notchesandbullets · 3 years

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She’s Mine (Protective!Bakugou x Punk!Tattooed!Reader) feat. Erasermic

Warnings: racism, implied homophobia (not by anyone in the main cast), sexism, discrimination/discriminatory behavior, Modern!AU, Aged-Up!AU, features Bakugou’s parents, Erasermic, Kota, Eri, Mahoro, Katsuma and all of Class A defending you when insults start to fly.

Synopsis: This is not the first time you’re seeing Bakugou’s family but it is the first time you’re meeting his grandmother, who is not the best company to be around. He comes to your defense after you stand up for yourself and he had no qualms about sticking his face in the old hag’s because he’d be damned if he lets anyone talk to you like that. You’re his.

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“Y/N’s here!!!” Mitsuki called over her shoulder as she threw the front door wide open before you could even ring the doorbell.

Her son had texted her that you two were on their way and she was eager to see you. With the job and your relationship with her son, you two were busy bees and didn’t come around as often anymore.

Which is why she insisted that her stubborn son at least come around for his birthday since it only happened one day out of the year. Then he could continue doing whatever it was that he was doing.

Luckily, you were on her side and helped convince him to go just this once.

You laughed at the pitter-patter of tiny feet scampering across the cherry hardwood before dropping everything to catch the little kid that tunneled into your legs.

“Y/N!!! You’re back!!!”

Eri’s ruby red eyes sparkled with joy as she clung to your legs.

“I missed you!!!” She shouted excitedly, hugging your knees tight.

You giggled, resting a hand on top of her head. “I missed you too, munchkin.”

Bakugou snorted behind you and you were reminded of his presence. “Oi, brat. Are you going to let us in or what?”

Eri stuck her tongue out at him childishly before dashing back inside, a trick she learned from her big brother Izuku, doubling back to grab your hand and hauled you inside with her. You casted a glance over your shoulder at your boyfriend but he shrugged, giving you the go-ahead.

He would catch up to you two troublemakers later. Besides, he knew you would want to see all the kids first.

Kota, an orphan whose extended family gave him up for adoption, along with the siblings, Mahoro and Katsuma, were all under Aizawa’s guardianship.

After he adopted Eri, it sort of just snowballed until he was in too deep. He told Mic repeatedly that it wasn’t his fault that he had a soft spot for orphans.

His husband had merely shook his head with a laugh and hoisted Katsuma up higher so that he could reach the cupcakes they were going to sneak behind his back before dinner.

Mitsuki closed the door behind him as her son kicked off his shoes.

“She gets that from me.” She said proudly as she gazed lovingly at Eri. She loved having her around the house.

Since Aizawa and Mic lived relatively close, they came over often since she was feeling rather lonely with an empty nest.

Bakugou snorted. “Yeah, no shit.”

His mother glared at him for his language but didn’t reprimand him like she normally would and his eyes turned into hateful slits.

“Don’t tell me—” He started, gritting his teeth.

“They’re here.” She said with a heavy sigh.

Bakugou cursed vehemently under his breath, his brow furrowing deeply as he fought to control himself. He was banking on them not making an appearance today.

His grandparents on his dad’s side, though he adored his grandad and thought the world of him, he absolutely could not stand his grandmother.

She was racist, sexist, had limited views on literally everything and would raise hell if she didn’t get her way and she was a huge pain in his ass.

Even his own mother couldn’t stand her and that was saying something because she tolerated everyone to some degree, despite her odd love language when it came to him.

They were both shit at communicating but it had gotten better as he got older.

Now, the worst things that happened were spats here and there when they disagreed but his mother was usually good about backing off if she felt he could make the right decision for himself, which wasn’t often but it was better than none.

Bakugou strolled inside and his eyes softened for a second when he saw you playing with Mahoro, Kota sitting on your lap as Eri was climbing all over Midoriya. You four were currently playing Monopoly and Eri exclaiming in shock as she realized she was losing since the devious Kota was slowly claiming more and more property.

“Haha!!” He cackled, rubbing his hands together evilly. “You landed on the purple one!!”

“No fair!!” Eri protested. “I don’t have enough money!!!”

“Too bad!!”

“Deku-niichan.” Eri cried, her eyes watering and you nearly fell over laughing as he frantically tried to get her to stop crying.

The rest of his old class from college was already here, as per his mother’s request and Kirishima’s invitation.

Shinsou, Tsuyu, Todoroki and Iida were all near the food, the previous class rep serving drinks even though it wasn’t his job to play host.

Tokoyami was currently engaged in a conversation with his dad and as Bakugou spun around the room, he realized every last one of his old classmates had shown up.

It was fucking crowded in his house.

But the spark of joy he felt diminished the instant he saw his grandmother and he scowled, straying to your side almost protectively as her eyes burned into his back.

This.

This was why he didn’t fucking want her here. He didn’t want her to rain judgement upon the person who had won over his heart.

No way in hell.

Look, you weren’t fragile by any means. Your heart was filled with a healthy amount of self-esteem and you had built up your walls to protect yourself against people who had something to say about your many tattoos or piercings, yet you still were the kindest soul he had ever met.

It was in the way you walked and interacted with people, a genuine smile always present on your features as you gave them more respect than most would give you upon first glance.

Bakugou knew you could handle yourself but you shouldn’t have to with his own fucking relatives. That shit was messed up.

You glanced at your boyfriend out of the corner of your eye and your gaze dropped down to where his hands were clenched into fists, jaw locked tight and you sigh, softly urging Kota to get up and continue playing with Mahoro and Katsuma until you got back.

The boy grumbled but did as you asked, easily getting swept up in the competition of the game as you drifted to Bakugou’s side.

“I know that look,” You murmured into his ear, your hand covering his as you ignored the idle chatter coming from your friends and family around you. “What’s wrong?”

Bakugou clenched his teeth and debated about it for a second.

“Nothing.” He spat out eventually, choosing to deal with the old hag himself and you let him go when he stomped off, knowing that Kirishima or Kaminari would handle whatever it was that just happened if he didn’t want to talk to you about it.

Momo greeted you warmly and a smile slipped onto your face as though it had never left.

You hadn’t bothered to dress all that nice or different from your usual getup, feeling more comfortable in leather and all black that looked like you just came from a rock concert but you got the feeling that not everyone was feeling it as much as Jirou was when she came over to compliment you on your fashion taste.

Shoji and Koda each greeted you respectively and before you knew it, the catered dinner arrived and it was finally time to eat. The judging look you had been aware of from someone you didn’t recognize passing by as you brushed it off as unimportant and focused on helping Mitsuki set the table.

You clapped your hands gleefully when Eri pitched in to help, complimenting her on how well of a job she did as she finished and you beamed at her when she smiled up at you.

Of course, Aizawa needed to help her since he didn’t want her to stand on a chair and lose her balance but it was easy enough to lift her up. She wasn’t that big yet.

He had already told Mic he was dreading the day when she would grow up and have to leave home to start her own life and his husband patted him on the back sympathetically, reassuring him that it wouldn’t be the end of the world.

They loved their children and their children absolutely adored them.

You had told them as such on more than one occasion since they got insecure that they weren’t adequate parents but you reassured them that they were perfectly imperfect.

They put their kids’ health, safety and happiness before everything else and did everything they could for them.

You wished your own parents had done that for you.

As soon as you set down the place settings for everyone and called everyone in for dinner, they flooded the huge dining table that overflowed into the living area to accommodate everyone.

Bakugou had left for a second to grab something from his old bedroom, promising to be back right away and you reassured him that you would be fine.

You were barely into helping Mic convince a stubborn Kota to take a spoonful of green beans onto his plate, Shinsou helping Aizawa with Mahoro’s vegetable serving, when a throat cleared itself loudly.

The lively chatter died all around the table died down as grey eyes pierced your own and you stiffened but held your ground.

You knew that look, you had seen it too many times.

The older woman opened her mouth and spoke.

“So, you’re my grandson’s girlfriend?” She enunciated, looking you up and down from where she was sitting at the head of the table, her hands setting down her knitting project to glare at you. “I don’t see why he’s dating you.”

The expressions of shock at her vulgar words made several of your friends angry in your defense, Iida and Todoroki trembling in anger and Mina’s eyes narrowed as she dropped her happy-go-lucky personality in favor of ripping her a new one.

But before any of them could act, she was continuing evenly.

“For someone who doesn’t know how to dress properly and looks like that, I mean, it’s already bad enough that your skin is that color, my dear, and you’ve ruined it even further with those ugly things.” She spat, unaware of the wrath she was evoking from every single person in the room.

Kaminari’s electric eyes glowed as he saw red. “Bad enough?”

“Excuse me?” Shoji seethed with unparalleled anger rising up in his chest, a rare sight for the normally calm and collected man.

Jirou, Ochako and Momo were furious at the way she was talking down to you and they shared a look amongst themselves, communicating wordlessly that this wasn’t going to be allowed to get out of hand any longer.

Kirishima was visibly shaking and even the normally shy Koda was fuming in his seat, openly glaring at the elderly woman who spewed insults at you.

A chair scraped back as Midoriya shot up but you shook your head, holding your finger up to your lips as you subtly gestured for everyone to hold back.

Aizawa’s nostrils flared from where he was covering Eri’s ears while several of his former students took care of the rest of the kids to make sure they wouldn’t hear this.

To their horror, the grandmother wasn’t even close to being done as she pointed a gnarly finger at you.

“Your job as a girl is to stay in the kitchen and attend to your husband. To even think you’re worth anything if you weren’t involved with my grandson is absurd.” She hissed at you venously, her skewed ideals rooted deeply in her beliefs and how she was raised. “You are a disgrace to even breathe the same air as someone like me.”

“Mother!!”

Bakugou’s father frantically tried to amend what had been done and Mitsuki was about to yell at her but you stopped her.

Everyone’s eyes turned on you as you took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry you feel that way, but I won’t apologize for being who I am.” You said quietly but firmly, failing to notice someone coming down the stairs and overhearing your steady words as they flowed from your lips like honey.

Not tricks. Just genuine sympathy, like you didn’t even hear her say all those horrible things to you.

It was supposed to be your boyfriend’s day and you weren’t going to ruin it for him in the same manner that she had just done.

“I understand what you’re saying, but don’t you think that we should be allowed to love who we love?”

You inclined your head slightly, allowing a sliver of the emotion you felt to slip onto your face as you glanced pointedly as Aizawa and Mic.

After you noticed her staring so openly at you, you also noticed that she would scowl whenever the two men would walk in the room and play with their kids and while you would take whatever she was going to throw at you, you weren’t going to tolerate the same for them.

They didn’t deserve that.

Holding up your arm, you inspected the ink running up and down the length of it. “As for my appearance, my style is my own. I don’t recall asking for your opinion.”

There were a couple of snickers from Jirou, Kaminari, Sero and Mineta as you put her in his place and Todoroki leaned back in his seat, gazing up at you proudly as you stood your ground without firing any hate back at the old woman.

Hagakure clapped her hands jubilantly as a few cheers of agreement sounded around from the table but you had one more thing to say.

Your eyes softened. “I understand how you may feel about me, but I don’t need your acceptance. I love myself just as I am and if Katsuki ever feels differently about me and we split, then we’ll split. But please do not judge my love for him based on how you believe I should be. I am who I am and I won’t ever apologize for that.”

“And you never fucking have to.”

Bakugou strolled into the dining area, smirking at the old hag who had the nerve to look shocked at his appearance. Of course she would be so fucking disgusting to say something this horrible to you when he wasn’t within earshot.

Bitch.

Blood relations didn’t excuse behavior.

Narrowing his vermilion eyes at his grandmother, he faced her head on as he took your hand into his.

“She’s my fucking girlfriend.” He declared, tenacity and stubbornness dripping off of his tone as he snarled at his grandmother. “And if you ever speak to her like that again—”

He nodded in time to Mic and Aizawa, the men who had mentored him and taught him almost everything he knew.

“Or either of them, including the rest of these shitheads, I’ll fucking kill you.”

The veiled threat hung in the air and you squeaked as Bakugou abruptly dragged you to the front door.

“Where are you going?!” Mitsuki cried out, worried that you both were going to leave without eating anything and she was sad to think that her mother-in-law had driven you away.

Bakugou gnashed his teeth at the confused clamour that arose from his classmates. “Out!! We’ll be back later!!”

You could hardly get a word in edgewise as he dragged you all the way out to the car after barely giving you enough time to put on your shoes.

“Katsuki!! What—”

Your bewildered protests were interrupted as he whirled around and kissed you hard. You melted into his touch as his hot palms settled on your hips, pulling you flush against him. Whining softly when he pulled away, you panted as he breathed hard against you, his exhales fanning out over your face.

You were in a daze as he led you to the car, buckling you in before he got in the driver’s seat.

And he drove, taking a detour that would take him towards the countryside where there were no people, no places, just you and him.

Just how he liked it.

The painted lavenders and pale pinks of the setting sun faded to midnight black with stars twinkling high above you as you cruised around for hours before he finally spoke.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized quietly and you immediately grabbed his hand that wasn’t currently occupied with steering.

“No!! You don’t have anything to apologize for—”

“Yes I do.”

His grip tightened on the steering wheel a fraction as he slowly explained that if he had told you earlier about what she was capable of instead of ranting to his best friend like an idiot, maybe he could’ve—

“Katuski.”

Your soft murmur brought him back down to planet Earth and you shook your head firmly.

“It’s not your fault.” You told him without wavering once as he brought the car to a stop just at the edge of the trail. “I don’t blame you at all.”

Bakugou slammed his hand against the steering wheel angrily. “Yes it fucking is!!!”

He ranted and he ranted about how he had come downstairs only to hear his own flesh and blood spitting those vile insults that you didn’t deserve at all.

You didn’t deserve it at all.

You were quiet when he finished and when his chest was heaving with the spent rage he had aired out, you asked, “Feel better?”

“Like hell I do!!!” He snapped at you, about to go off again when he noticed the bemused expression on your face. “What the fuck, dumbass?”

You tilted your head in confusion. “Huh?”

“Why the hell aren’t you bothered at all?” He questioned, genuinely flabbergasted.

Eyes clearing in understanding, you traced the back of his hand with your fingers. “Because it doesn’t bother me.”

At the sight of Bakugou opening his mouth, you hurried out, “I mean, do you really think someone like that gets to cut me down? Her words don’t mean anything to me.”

You hesitated and opened yourself a little bit, trusting him not to take advantage of your weakness because while her words stung in the moment, it was nothing your heart couldn’t come back from. But…

“If you were to say them, it would hurt a lot more, but I don’t think you would— eep!!”

You yelped as he dragged you over to his seat, yanking at the seatbelt that got in the way, but pulled you to his chest once he released the safety clip.

“Never.” He breathed against your hair, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “I would fucking never.”

You closed your eyes. “I know.”

There, in his car, you two stayed in a tight embrace under the stars until you it got late enough that you insisted you should go back and at least spend the rest of the time with your friends, which, if their sleeping schedules hadn’t changed since college, there was a good chance almost all of them would still be up.

So Bakugou drove you both back, his heart a little more at ease after he got to hold you close and be alone with you.

That was all he wanted.

Well… He thought to himself as he unconsciously brushed his left hand over the small velvet box that had been hastily stuffed in his pocket the second he grabbed it from his room.

That and one other thing.

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mviswidow · 3 years

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falling

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: cursing, alcohol

Prompt: i was wondering if i could request an imagine?? it’s kind of based off of harry styles’ song ‘falling’ whereas the reader accidentally admits she’s in love with wanda and wanda, having gone through so much heartbreak, pushes the reader away as she’s too scared to get involved with someone again, as all she’s known is loss. so, the two separate a bit until thor talks to her about it because he, too, has shared a lot of heartbreaking moments and shit and it’s not until she’s drunk (lyric: “I’m in my bed, and you’re not here  And there’s no one to blame  But the drink in my wandering hands.”) she realizes the mistake she’s made and goes to find the reader to tell them she’s in love with her too :( IT’S SOME REAL ANGSTY SHIT BUT I FEEL LIKE IT COULD BE SO GOOD. LMAOO. <3 - @cierrascorpse

Summary: R confesses her love for Wanda. Despite loving her back, Wanda pushes her away, but is convinced to go to R after the two of them have avoided each other for far too long.

A/N: this is my first songfic!! it’s ‘Falling’ by Harry Styles, in case you want to listen to it.

“You’re back!” You ran over to Wanda and hugged her, heart fluttering when she hugged you back tightly.

When you pulled away, she had a bright smile on her face even though she still looked sleepy.

“Good morning, Y/n,” She chuckled, opening the fridge to get milk for her cereal.

You smiled and grabbed some fruit before sitting on the kitchen barstool and spinning around once or twice, “How did your mission go?”

“Eh,” Wanda shrugged with one shoulder and stuck her spoon in the bowl, nudging her cereal around.

“What happened?” You frowned.

“Nothing, I just made a mistake. Steve’s kind of mad at me,” Wanda sighed, looking up and seeing you with your eyebrow raised. She rolled her eyes, “I wasn’t paying attention and I almost got shot, I got lucky that Steve was watching.”

“Oh my god, Wanda, you have to be more careful.”

“I know, it was just an accident-”

“We don’t have room for accidents. You know better than to make careless mistakes,” You interrupted, shaking your head.

Her brow furrowed, it was weird that you were getting so worked up like this, “Yeah, I do know, and I obviously didn’t almost get shot on purpose, so if you’re going to be like this then I’d prefer you just back off.”

You scoffed as your eyebrows shot up, “Why are you being so defensive about this?”

Her voice raised, “I just don’t get why you care so much-”

“Because I love you!”

Wanda’s jaw snapped closed and she noticeably swallowed before nodding, “I’m going to have breakfast in my room.”

“Wanda-”

“I don’t think us being friends is a great idea, Y/n,” She spoke softly, trying to keep eye contact for as long as she could.

Tears welled in your eyes and you pushed off the bar stool before making your way out of the kitchen, “Fuck you, too, then.”

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From then on, the two of you didn’t talk unless absolutely necessary, which basically just meant missions and the occasional odd day where you had to talk to each other for something regarding the team.

It hurt. Really bad. Even looking in her general direction made you want to cry. The team wasn’t oblivious to the fact that there was something going on, they figured it out pretty quickly and it didn’t take long for them all to have found out what had happened.

You ended up spending a lot of time with Natasha. You were already close with her before Wanda rejected you, but you became best friends after the fact.

Having to sit through meetings while sitting across from Wanda was excruciating. You willed yourself to get over her but she was constantly occupying your mind and you saw her every day, so that was pretty hard.

Wanda also felt horribly about the situation. She’d never dated anyone before, and she loved you a whole lot, but she knew the last thing you needed was someone like her to come into your life in such a big way and leave mess in her wake.

Her heart raced when you took more than a few seconds to respond to comms and she always found herself looking around for you while out on the field, just to make sure you were okay.

Two months after Wanda had rejected you, the team was pretty fed up with the two of you. They obviously cared about your feelings but you were both way too distracted on mission and careless mistakes were happening more frequently.

That was when Steve gave Thor his own mini-mission of talking to Wanda.

He knocked twice on her door, which had her looking up from her book and opening the door with a swift movement of her fingers, “Thor,” Wanda smiled softly. “What’s up?”

“I wanted to talk to you, about Y/n,” He said as he closed the door, his usually loud voice now quiet and calm.

Wanda’s heart clenched and she bit the inside of her cheek, “Is she okay?”

“Oh,” Thor was now realizing that he might have made it seem like you were hurt. “Yes, she is- well, physically- I mean, it’s complicated.”

Wanda quirked an eyebrow up. The usual eloquent God of Thunder now stumbling over his words like anyone else, “This is about what happened between the two of us, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” He nodded and looked towards the edge of her bed. “May I sit?”

“Be my guest,” She nodded.

“Steve and I were talking about you guys, honestly, the whole team talks about you. It’s been hard to watch you guys like this, but we see the way you still care for each other. I know that you’ve been through a lot, Wanda. Losing family is harder than words could ever begin to describe, I understand that, but that doesn’t mean you don’t deserve happiness and that you can’t love the people you want to love. I see the way you look at her, we all do,” And eloquent Thor was back, apparently. “I just don’t believe you should let this pass you by. She’s a really special girl and she loves you a lot. I think you love her a lot, too, and I think you need each other. That’s all I wanted to say, I guess. I just hope you think about this more- maybe even talk to her when you’re ready, if you are.”

Wanda blinked away the tears in her eyes and nodded, “Thank you, I appreciate it.”

Thor left without saying anything else, and when the door closed behind him, Wanda pulled her pillow to cover her face and groaned. She laid there for a minute before getting up and walking to the kitchen in search of some kind of alcohol.

An hour and a half later, she was laying on her bed in pajama shorts and a red hoodie that you’d given her for her birthday sulking.

She had half a mind to cry, but she didn’t really like drunk crying, and she was far enough into the bottle of vodka for her judgement to be impaired, but not enough to not acknowledge that drunk crying was the worst kind of crying.

After months of being without you, she longed to be near you, to have fun sleepovers again, to sneak away from Tony’s parties to go up to the roof or to watch a movie, she wanted you to braid her hair and cuddle her at night and kiss her-

Before Wanda knew what she was doing, she set the vodka bottle on her nightstand and made her way to your room. She stood outside for a few seconds before knocking quickly so she couldn’t talk herself out of whatever she was about to do.

She could hear you laugh from inside your room, “Nat, did you leave something? You were here like- oh.”

Your smile fell when you opened the door and saw Wanda standing at the other side of it, “Do you need something?”

“I’m so sorry,” Wanda said, her voice breathy, her face flushed, that stupid hoodie that made her look adorable, and her hair tied back into a lose ponytail that was so messed up that it could probably barely even be called a ponytail anymore. But you could tell she was drunk.

You had to stop yourself from scoffing, “Well, you’re two months too late, Wanda.”

“I love you.”

“Don’t do this now,” You shook your head, tears now brimming your eyes. You didn’t want to put up with this when tomorrow things would be back to how they had been.

“Y/n/n, I’m serious. I love you so much,” And tears of her own threatened to spill. “I feel so guilty, as I should, but I just- I was really scared, and I thought that I was going to fuck things up for you, and that’s the last thing I wanted to do. I love you. I’ll say it a million times if that’s what it takes to convince you. I want us to happen.”

You sniffled and wiped away a tear that was starting to run down your face. All of a sudden Wanda was starting to sound really sober. “You promise?” Your voice broke, and you bit your lip, willing yourself to not make any noise.

“I swear to you that I love you,” Wanda smiled softly, bringing her hand up to cup your cheek, wiping away another tear that fell.

You leaned into her touch and closed your eyes for a moment before opening them and being graced by a soft smile on Wanda’s features.

“I would love to kiss you now but I want it to be good and not when I’m kinda drunk, so can I just sleep in your room tonight instead?” She asked hopefully, longing to hold you.

“Please,” You nodded and stepped forward, hugging her for the first time in two months. “I missed you so much.”

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wandanatfluff · 3 years

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"I love you"

One shot Fluff (and a little bit angst I guess)

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader

Summary: Reader and Wanda are good friends. Reader is in love with Wanda and tells Wanda, but even though Wanda loves Y/n, she tells her that they can’t be together.

Warnings: none

Word count: 3.8 K

A/n: So this is my first fanfiction!!! I really enjoyed writing it and I hope you guys enjoy reading it :-)! Wanda is in italics.

Steve, Tony, Bruce, Nat, and Clint were currently in a debriefing of the most recent mission at S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters and that leaves you and Wanda alone in the Avengers Tower.

You open the door of the freezer and grab the chocolate ice cream that you bought earlier this week. It is four a.m. and you are in the kitchen in a pair of soft shorts and a t-shirt. After closing the freezer and grabbing two spoons, you turn off the lights in the kitchen and walk down the hall to room 208. With the ice creams and spoons in one hand you stand still in front of the room. You hear can hear someone sobbing on the other side of the door quietly before you knock. The person in the room quickly wipes away their tears and clears their throat before opening the door.

“Hey?” Wanda speaks with a hoarse voice.

“Hey. It’s me.” You say.

“I brought you ice cream.” And you show her the ice cream. A small, but sad smile appears on her face and she lets you in. She gestures to the bed and you take place on the colorful covers. She sits down next to you and turns on the tv. She puts on a sitcom and you hand her a spoon.

“Do you want to talk about him?”

“Uh… not really.”

“That’s okay.”

Wanda nods her head and tears fill her eyes again as she softly begins to cry. You put away the ice cream that was standing in between the two of you so you can move closer to Wanda. You lay one hand on her shoulder, silently asking for permission to hold her in your arms. Wanda’s body relaxes under your touch and you carefully pull her into a hug. You lay her head on your chest, one arm wrapped around her warm body. Your other hand on the side of her head, softly stroking her hair.

It’s later in the evening and you are in your room, reading a book in the chair next to the window. You flip the page and you are just about to start your next chapter when Wanda knocks on your open door. You put your finger between the pages and you close your book, looking up at Wanda, making sure she knows she has your full attention. Wanda is standing in the door opening, fidgeting with her fingers, like she always does. It’s the most adorable thing.

“I uhm, was going to start dinner. The rest should be here in an hour or so. I could use some help in the kitchen.”

“I mean, you don’t have to… I can do it alone, but just if you, you know, want to.” A shy smile appears on her face and her cheeks turn soft pink as she looks down at her hands.

You smile at her flood of words and tell her that you would love to help her cook. You pick up your bookmark, put it between the pages and lay your book on the side table. You get up from your chair and walk to the kitchen.

“What do you want to make?” You ask Wanda. “I don’t know, I was thinking maybe pasta?”

“Yeah, that sounds good. Let me just change my shirt, I’d prefer not to spill red sauce on my new top.” You say and smile. You go to your room and replace your light blue tank top for a short red t-shirt to go on top of your dark blue jeans.

Once you made your way back to the kitchen, Wanda has already started to gather the right ingredients, while mumbling in half English, half Sokovian.

“Chicken… tomatoes… paprika.”

You grin and let out a small chuckle at the way she pronounces paprika. She looks up at you and your eyes interlock.

She looks so good in that red shirt. It’s impossible not look at her. The short red shirt shows a bit of her tanned body and your eyes are immediately drawn to her perfect skin. Your eyes make their way up to hers and they suck you in. You suddenly realize that you are staring and quickly look the other way as you continue with what you were doing. Your cheeks turning the color of the tomatoes.

It was just for a brief moment, but you could have sworn Wanda stared at you. It was probably just your imagination, but it was what you needed to take the first step.

Wanda had already cut the zucchini and was just washing the paprika when you softly touch her wet hands and lay the paprika next to the sink.

A pleasant shiver goes through your body as your hands touch.

You hold each of her hands in yours, so that she faces you. She is looking down at the floor and you let go of one hand to gently touch her jawline, guiding her eyes into yours. You look into her beautiful green eyes as you grab her hand once again.

“Wanda-” You start. Your heart is beating so loud, that you’re afraid she can hear it, your skin on fire and a lump starts to form in your throat as your lips form the words.

“I love you.”

You said it. You finally said, what you were trying to tell her for months now.

I love you, she said it. Your worst fear had come true. Don’t get it wrong, this was exactly what you wanted, but at the same time it was what you feared. You feared your feelings for her. You loved laying in her arms and being around her, without having to talk about anything, without having to tell her how you feel. But it all changed, because she said the three words, that you couldn’t say. The words that would change everything between the two of you. You knew that she expected a response. Y/n obviously wanted to know how you felt and all you wanted to do was tell her you loved her too, but you couldn’t, so instead you said:

“I know right, how could you not.” And you fake-grinned.

You bit your tongue as soon as the words left your mouth. She had just handed you her heart and you made a joke about it. A joke. Literally the worst thing you could do… and the last thing you wanted to do.

You could see y/n’s demeanor change. You caught a glimpse of pain in the e/c of her eyes.

She continued.

“I don’t know if you get what I’m trying to tell you, Wanda, but I love you. I like, love you.”

Of course you knew what she meant, you were just playing dumb and all that because you couldn’t deal with you own feelings. You played it dumb and you hated yourself for it.

“I’m sorry, y/n.”

“You don’t feel the same.” She said and she looked down before meeting your eyes again.

You could now clearly see the hurt in her eyes. Before you met y/n, e/c eyes were just e/c, but her eyes are the warmest eyes you have ever seen. They are soft and ever-comforting. Whenever you would cry, you would find comfort in them. Whenever she was sad it broke your heart. And your heart did break, seeing her like this. The fact that you caused it made you feel even worse.

“I, I’m sorry Y/n. I love you too, but not like that.”

You loved her, but you couldn’t be with her. You had forbidden yourself to fall in love with her.

“I get it.”

Y/n let go of your hands and turned around to open a drawer to get a cutting board. She grabbed the mushrooms and started to slice them.

Everything inside you was hurting, your heart shattered into a thousand pieces. You didn’t blame Wanda for feeling like that, though. You understood it. You yourself had come to terms with your feelings a while ago. You loved her and you knew you could never love anyone as much as you loved Wanda, you wanted to be with her. Even though Wanda did not reciprocate your feelings, you were still happy you told her about yours. At least you can now live without constantly wondering if she felt the same about you.

After the two of you finish preparing dinner, you put on your coat.

“Don’t wait for me for dinner. You guys can start without me.”

You leave the compound, stepping into the cold air. You get into your car and drive as far from the compound as possible. You try to hold back your tears as you reach the edge of Central Park. You step out of your car and with your hands in your pockets you enter the park. The wind stings in your eyes and you finally let out the tears. You walk around the entire park while tears stream down your face. After two hours of crying, you numbly walk back to your car. You sit in your car for a moment, your eyes thick and red. Even your nose turned red under the cold outside. You take a detour back to the compound and arrive at around 2 a.m., you lock your car and open the door of the building. The warmth of the air inside hugs you as you walk to the kitchen. You see that Wanda left you a plate with pasta on the counter and you put it in the microwave. Five minutes go bye as you stare at the clock counting down. You grab your hot plate and almost burn your fingers. You sit down on the couch and turn on a random tv show, while eating your pasta.

After you finish your pasta, you fall asleep on the couch.

*** You wake up by Natasha’s voice. She is standing next to the couch.

“Hey y/n, wake up sleepyhead.”

You grumble some noises and shift on the couch. “I heard you come in last night, it was quite late. Are you okay?” Natasha asks you with a slight worry in her voice.

Anyone could have slept on the couch, that didn’t mean anything was off. Natasha knew better, though. Where the rest may have thought you drank too much and had a hangover, Natasha knew better. You never drink. Your brother was involved in a car accident with a drunk driver and he didn’t survive. Therefore, you didn’t drink any alcohol. Natasha and Wanda were the only people that knew about the accident.

You yawn before slowly opening your eyes, but the second you do, you remember everything that happened last night. Your eyes fill with tears as you start to cry and Natasha pulls you into a hug, sitting next to you on the couch.

“Shh, let it all out darling, I’m here.” Natasha comforts you. You cry and your salt tears stain her shirt. When you’re done crying Natasha lets go of you and gets you a glass of water. You take a few sips.

“Where’s the rest?” You ask her with a hoarse voice. “Fury called them in for a mission. We have the compound to ourselves for the next few days.”

You nod your head and to be honest you’re happy that you don’t have to see Wanda for a while, because you’re not sure if you would be able to keep it dry. You slowly sit up straight and take a few deep breaths, before standing up and walking to your room. You open the door and see a framed photo on your bed. It is a picture of you and Wanda at a funfair. You had put ice cream on the tip of Wanda’s and were just about to clean it with your thumb when the picture was taken. You had never seen this picture before, so you assume Wanda must have had it all this time and after last night she decided to give it to you. There was a little note next to the picture.

We keep this love in a photograph We made these memories for ourselves Where our eyes are never closing Hearts are never broken And time's forever frozen, still

So you can keep me Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet

- Ed Sheeran

I wanted you to have this.

Wanda

Your stomach twisted as you read the words. You let the picture slip out your hand and rushed to the bathroom. Kneeling down next to the toilet you throw up. Nat heard you and immediately rushed to you. She stood behind you, holding your hair up and softly humming a Russian song. When you emptied your stomach, Natasha got your glass of water. As Natasha left the bathroom, you sat down leaning your back against the wall. You pulled up your knees and with your hands in your hair, you closed your eyes. You felt like crying, but there were no more tears left to cry, you were exhausted. When Natasha came back, she ordered you’d take a shower and then go to bed. You followed her orders and snuggled into your blankets. You were cold, even though your blankets were thick, you probably had a fever. Great. You eventually fell asleep and woke up a few hours later, when Nat came to check on you.

“Hey y/n. How are you feeling?” She sat down on the edge of your bed with two pills in her hand. You took the pills with a sip of water and sighed.

“Better, thanks. The sleep served me well.”

“I was thinking about watching a movie, wanna join me?”

“Yeah, sure.” You got out of your bed, put on your robe and put on a pair of fluffy socks. You walked to the couch, where Natasha was waiting for you with a blanket on her lap. You sat down next to her, laying your head on her lap as she put the blanket over you. You looked up at her, cracking a smile. She smiled back and started the movie.

*** A few days had passed and you were feeling a lot better already. Well, physically. Your mental health was still a mess and you would often burst out into tears, while doing the simplest things like taking out the trash. Today was a good day though. You were able to think about Wanda without breaking down. You were walking on the grass around the compound, taking in the silence. Natasha was out doing groceries, so you had the entire compound for yourself. You decided to take advantage of the situation and went back in to find the piano in the corner of the common room. You sat down on the piano stool and let your fingers rest on the keys. You played a few songs and sang along. After a few minutes you were so lost in the music, that you didn’t hear her enter the room. The song you played was about her and you pretended you were singing the song to her. If only she could hear you…

While the rest was still outside, discussing the mission, you entered the compound. It was a tough mission, especially with all the things that were going through your head, your conversation with y/n playing over and over again. You had already gone inside, headed for your room, so you could give your tired body a shower and change into some clean clothes. You are halfway down the hallway when you hear music coming from the common room. Curious, you open the doors.

There she is, Y/n, playing the piano while singing along. Her hair tucked behind her ear. Slightly flowing on her back as she presses the piano keys. Her eyes closed as her clear voice echoes through the room. The music is soft to your ears until you listen to what she’s singing.

You recognize the song, Y/n would occasionally hum the song with a sad smile on her face. Sometimes she would even let a tear stroll down her cheek. Now that you heard the lyrics that belonged to the tune, you finally understood the sadness in her smile.

I can’t stop these silent tears from rolling down

You and I both have to hide on the outside

Where I can’t be yours and you can’t be mine

But I know this, we got a love that is hopeless

Why can’t I hold you in the street

Why can’t I kiss you on the dance floor

I wish that it could be like that

Why can’t it be like that

…

Cause I’m yours

And you would always be.

You knew Wanda couldn’t be with you, but it didn’t stop you from hoping. Hoping and dreaming of a future with her.

What you didn’t know was that Wanda felt the exact same, that she was in the same room as you, hearing every word that left your lips. She took in every word like they were hers.

Why can’t I say that I’m in love

I wanna shout it from the rooftops

Tears formed in Wanda’s eyes and she wiped them away. She stormed out of the room, sight blurry as she undressed, stepped in the shower and tried to wash off her feelings. The hot water burned on her skin, but she figured she deserved it. She broke your heart, simply because she couldn’t confess to herself that her crush was a girl. A girl.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, merging with the water coming from the showerhead.

And then it hit her. She didn’t just like any girl. She liked you and you weren’t just someone she could stop herself from falling in love with. She could no longer deny her feelings about you. No. She loved you and all she wanted was to be with you. She missed the warm hugs you would welcome her with after another exhausting mission. The soft kisses you would leave on her cheeks. The ice cream you would keep in the freezer for whenever she missed her brother. The sitcoms you would watch with her in silence. She had to be with you.

Wanda quickly finished showering and put on some shorts with a red hoodie on top, matching her copper locks. Her wet hair unbrushed, bound together in a low messy bun. She took a quick look in the mirror, her cheeks slightly red from the warmth, caused by the nerves she felt. What if she had ruined her chance on you? What if you didn’t want her anymore? She figured there was only one way to find out and she went to your room. You weren’t in your room, so she went to the main living room. You weren’t behind the piano anymore. Instead, you were now in the kitchen, talking to the rest, laughing. You looked gorgeous. Wanda honestly didn’t think nor care about the company. She couldn’t stop herself…

You were talking to Steve when the redhead in the corner of your eye caught your attention. She was just as pretty as usual in her simple shorts and hoodie. So pretty that it hurts. You guided your attention back to your conversation with Steve when you felt a hand on your lower arm. Wanda pulled you away from Steve and took you to the living room. She pulled you into a shadowed nook and pressed you against the wall. You looked into her emerald eyes wondering what was going on, but just when you were about to ask her, you felt soft lips touching yours. Your breath caught in the back of your throat as you were completely starstruck. What was she doing? Wanda didn’t like you… right? You shoved aside your doubts, you just wanted to feel her. Enjoy the moment for as long as it would last. You cupped Wanda’s face with your hands and pulled her into another kiss, this time a more intimate one. Wanda’s soft lips clashed with yours as you warmed up inside. Wanda put one hand in your neck and another around your waist, pulling you closer. This was all she ever wanted, it felt so right. Wanda opened her mouth for you and you slipped your tong into her mouth, your tongs slowly moving around each other in perfect harmony.

You gently pulled back, slightly out of breath.

“Wow, I thought you didn’t like me?” You quietly said, not wanting the others to overhear you.

“I never didn’t like you. I just wasn’t ready to admit it to myself, but I am now. I love you and I never want to lose you. I was a fool to deny it. I’m sorry. I hope you can forgive me.” And she looked down to the floor.

A tear strolled down her check and you gently wiped it away with your thumb, your hand resting on her cheek.

“Wanda, honey. There’s nothing to forgive.”

Her eyes went up to search yours and you pulled Wanda into a soft kiss, reassuring her that there was nothing to worry about. You had never stopped loving her.

And you couldn’t imagine that you would ever.

Songs: Photograph - Ed Sheeran

Secret Love Song - Little mix

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