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rassvetsky · 1 year

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On a Leash

sam wilson x reader

"Even when everything goes downhill, Sam knows that a night spent in his arms with an episode or two of Friends might fix the gloom. Only this time, your way of thanking him was long overdue and much appreciated."

[2k] | friends to lovers, stressed out reader, playful banter, sam being a total angel (i really need this man in my life tbh), soft kisses :(, making out, lowkey getting caught but it's funny so. yes. enjoy this mess

reblog and/or like for a kiss, feedback much appreciated! not proofread.

This whole mission was a disaster. At least on your end.

Witnesses refused to talk to you for some reason, your gun got jammed right in the middle of combat and caused you to take some nasty blows, and on top of all that, Steve & Bucky decided to leave you and Sam behind in Europe just so you could play side-kick while he gained further intel.

You felt useless, and frustrated.

You plopped down on the chair by the side of the wall, 70 year old wallpaper of the shitty motel making you roll your eyes. Anything could annoy you at that point. Pointing your still jammed handgun towards a safe direction, you quickly removed the magazine, and started to rack the slide over and over, until the jammed round finally fell off.

"As long as they don't charge us extra for a hole in that shitty wall," you heard Sam speak, tone soft, before heaving a sigh. You didn't hear him come out of the bathroom, where he was taking a shower. "What's got you so hot and bothered?"

"Seriously? Are you being for real?" you snapped right back, setting the gun down on the small table with a sigh before letting your elbows fall on your knees. "The whole op was shit."

"It so wasn't," he shook his head before walking over to the bed, not too far away from where you were seated. He plopped down on the mattress with a sigh before shrugging. "You remind me of Bucky when you're grumpy like that."

"I'm not grumpy."

"Go look in the mirror. All Barnes no L/N." he chuckled to himself, but that chuckle died down quickly when you didn't react at all.

He wasn't used to that. Sure, you could be a bit of a grump sometimes, but all it took was a joke or two to coax you out of it and bring you back to your senses. You looked like you were on the verge of tears and that sent Sam into a state of panic, as he cleared his throat and locked eyes with yours. "You wanna talk about it?"

"No."

"You're saying no now, but I know you're gonna start running that mouth at three hundred miles per hour as soon as I decide to go to sleep."

"Sam," you sighed. "I know you mean well but you really gotta learn how to shut up sometimes."

"That was real Barnes-"

"Sam."

"Right. Sorry." he nodded slowly, knowing he shouldn't take it personally. Stress got to you sometimes, and the way things didn't go your way at all during the mission must've only added to it. Pulling the blanket over himself, he watched as you heaved a sigh and kept staring at the ground. "Wanna watch Friends?"

You thought about it for a second, without instantly dismissing it. Sam took your silence as an opportunity. "I promise I won't clap along to the intro and wake you up this time."

With no words, you got up from where you were seated, only to push Sam a bit to make up some space for you to lay on. The bed was unfortunately a single, so this would be a tight squeeze if you wanted to lay comfortably but Sam, being the absolute gentleman he is, made sure to be on the verge of falling out of the bed just so you could have your space. Propping his phone up, he scrambled to put on a random episode, as you laid by his side with your head against his shoulder- a warm sigh leaving your lips.

It was after two episodes that you started feeling a bit lighter, through the short laughs the two of you let out- and right as he was about to put on the third, you got a soft hold on his wrist, causing him to look at you. "Enough?"

"No, not that." you huffed out, slowly pulling away from him to get a better look at his face. "I lashed out at you like an asshole and you're still being nice to me."

A soft smile took over him at that. "You didn't mean to." he shrugged, setting the phone down on the nightstand just so you knew that his whole attention was on you. "I know how hard it is to be in this world. To always be in a conflict bigger than you. To have this responsibility. And it doesn't even pay well, I mean, where's my Caribbean getaway?"

You let out a quiet chuckle.

"We're taught to not let things out. Taught to keep the blood, sweat and tears in. Taught to man up- and that's such bullshit. That's the biggest trauma." his tone audibly softened when you curled up against him again. "I'm not gonna be an asshole to you when all you're doing is lettin' your feelings out. Whether it's through breaking a vase or two, or crying- I'm always here for you to lean on. 'Cause you've been there for me."

"This feels like a premade Support Group speech."

"Might've stolen a line or two from my former speeches," he chuckled. "Just- don't worry about it, 'kay? And trust me, I wouldn't even call that 'lashing out'. You ever been yelled at by Bucky Barnes during therapy?"

Your bright laugh was enough to fill him up to the brim with happiness, as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and let his lips fall against your hair. This was new- this type of intimacy. Sure, spending hours all cuddled up was something the two of you have grown used to, but Sam never wanted more in his life than to hold you close against his chest until the sunrise before.

You reached up a bit, until you could cup his cheek with your palm. Dark brown orbs stared right into your soul, you felt, seeing through every single secret you held. The smile on your lips said it all- but you needed to voice it out, you had to. "I'm so glad you're a part of this bullshit. Couldn't have done anything without you, really."

"Obviously. I'm the only smart one in the team." his snicker was short-lived as you reached in to press your lips right against the corner of his, letting them stay there for a second before pulling away. He could feel them linger there, the spot burning up with an invisible flame which you ignited. His smile was almost idiotic, in terms of width. "Damn."

"Damn?"

"Right after I give a speech 'bout letting your feelings rise to the surface," he shook his head, teasingly. "You're still not kissing me properly when you wanna."

"How are you so sure I want to kiss you, smart-ass?" you quipped, the grin on your lips giving away the playful nature.

"Because this feeling, it just has to be mutual, Y/N." a deep sigh left him. "Can't be the only one having a heart attack all the damn time. That smile of yours? You gotta put it on a leash."

And you two just laughed, softly, teeth showing. No sign of hard feelings, no pressure, no worries. Just the two of you, curled up on a single bed with a shitty mattress that made a noise each time you moved around, the scent of molding walls which was probably dangerous but you didn't mind. The two of you against the universe when you finally kissed him, no rush in sight he melted right into it, taking it slow and steady just to savor the moment. Just in case he wouldn't get to do it again.

You maneuvered on top of him then, and he even took a moment to pull the blanket up your thighs again- like a gentleman. You smiled against his lips, palms cupping his face and caressing his cheeks, the soft stubble that he was too lazy to shave off earlier, the hum of appreciation that left him when you moved closer to his chest. His arms were everywhere and nowhere all at once, one second wrapping around you tightly, taking the other to slip under the thin material of your shorts through your thighs, but nothing too immoral.

You pulled away for air after a while, a soft gasp from his side making you chuckle and bite your lower lip. "We definitely waited too long for this."

"All it took was a goddamn support speech. You should've joined those sessions, the storeroom is usually empty, we could've just locked the door and-"

You shushed him with another kiss, this time shorter, earning an eye roll from him. "Three hundred miles per hour, you said?"

"You're gettin' me all nervy. Can't really blame me for that now, can you?"

"Well," you hummed, gestures all teasing. "We're taught to not talk, taught to keep the words in…"

"Oh shut the hell up, get your own support speech."

That must've been the best sleep you've gotten in over a century. You woke up with a smile on your lips and the weight of Sam's arm by your waist, your back flush to his chest and his breaths steady.

Too steady to be asleep. You shared a room with this man for months, he usually snores like a-

"Good morning?"

"Why did that sound like a question?" you croaked, smiling to yourself with your eyes still closed.

"Felt like a creep just waiting for you to wake up. I got up to pee earlier and then didn't know what to do with myself so just got back to bed, I don't-"

You slowly shuffled around in his hold, turning just enough to be able to press a kiss against his lips. "How'd you sleep?"

"Like a log." he hummed, forehead against yours. "Literal log. Steve could split me in two and I wouldn't bat an eye."

"You could also split me in two, I wouldn't complain."

"Watch it," his laugh mirrored yours. "Wanna get breakfast?"

"Kinda expected you to bring that to bed."

"I could have my breakfast on this very bad, don't know about you though-"

"Watch it."

"Sure, sure."

Sam was a man of his word.

Because weeks later, right at the Department of Veterans Affairs, he was busy locking the door of the storeroom, as you sat on a few stacked boxes, legs dangling in silent excitement. "Alright, now I need you to be real quiet," he whispered, before making his way over to you again, taking his spot right in between your thighs before tugging you a bit closer and cutting off your giggling fit with his lips. Your arms were around his neck tightly as if on instinct, legs tugging him closer and closer until he was flush against you. It was bordering dangerous, how your tongue grazed against his, and his teeth caught your lower lip just to elicit a sound and it was all just a hot mess; but neither of you could complain.

He took notice of the way you oh so subtly grinded against him, your lips traveling down to his neck to give him the attention he certainly deserves. Soft nips met kitten licks against the soft skin, and the sigh he let out was to die for. But before he could do anything to return the favor, a knock on the door was heard, as you slowly raised your gaze up to him like a deer at headlights.

"Mr. Wilson? If you and your wonderful girlfriend could give me a second, I'm just gonna grab the mop real quick."

His annoyed gaze had you pressing your palm against your lips to stifle a giggle, as you reached in to kiss his cheek. He was the most beautiful, a grin lingering on his lips even though he looked like he was a second away from a temper tantrum, and he could probably say the same. The way you looked up at him as if he hung the moon, with that playful smile and those gentle eyes that he would take a bullet or two for… He was-

Another knock. "I know you're in there. I saw you go in and had a mental breakdown over the fact that I really need that mop."

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sivyera · 2 years

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sivyera's masterlist

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Started: 08/06/22

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Marvel ↴

Dating Bucky Barnes but being Sam Wilson's best friend

Dating Doctor Strange would include..

Dating Bucky Barnes would include..

Dating Sinister Strange would include..

Dating Defender Strange would include..

We weren't meant to be, so let me go. (Sinister Strange x reader)

Made for Kill. (Peter Parker x hydra!reader)

Vikings ↴

Ivar the Boneless│Fluff alphabet

Arcane ↴

The night we felt true love. (Cassandra Kiramman x fem!reader)

Arcane characters as love stereotypes.

Arcane characters as Disney couple.

Dating Ekko but Vi has a crush on you…

Twilight ↴

10 things Edward Cullen loves about you

TWILIGHT characters as love tropes

Twilight characters dating islamic reader

hot chocolate (bella swan x fem!reader)

undying love (paul lahote x fem!vampire!reader)

dating headcanons (jacob black x imprint!human!reader)

Harry Potter↴

coming soon...

Raya and the Last Dragon ↴

Dating Namaari would include..

My hero academia ↴

I won't let anyone hurt you! (Bakugou x reader)

Onward ↴

Ian Lightfoot having a crush on you would include..

Gravity Falls ↴

Cuddling with Dipper Pines HC’s

Perfect. (Dipper Pines x shy!reader)

Love languages with Gravity Falls characters

Jealous HC's with Gravity Falls characters

Dipper Pines│Fluff Alphabet

The Basketball Diaries ↴

Dating Jim Carroll would include...

Dawn of the Planet of the Apes↴

Dating Blue eyes would include...

Blue eyes│Fluff Alphabet

Peter Pan 2003↴

Dating Peter Pan would include...

Peter pan being obsessed with you would include...

Vis a Vis (Locked Up)↴

Vis a Vis characters dating headcanons

Turning Red↴

Dating Ming Lee would include..

My Little Pony ↴

my MLP headcanons!

Lego Ninjago movie ↴

Dating Jay Walker would include...

Lego Ninjago characters as eye color wallpaper (tik tok trend)

Lego Friends (Friends: Girls on a Mission) ↴

Lego Friends characters and their sexuality HC's

Lego Friends dating HC's

8 mile ↴

Cuddling with Jimmy Smith Jr HCs

Dating Jimmy Smith Jr would include..

Don’t worry (Jimmy Smith Jr x reader)

Touchstarved B-rabbit x touchstarved reader hc’s

The Collector↴

Dating Arkin O’Brien would include...

Rise of the Guardians↴

Dating Jack Frost would include...

DATING HEADCANONS WITH BUNNYMUND FROM RISE OF THE GUARDIANS

Team Fortress 2 ↴

Dating Scout/Jeremy would include...

Inception ↴

Dating Robert Fischer would include..

Robert Fischer│Fluff alphabet

His guardian angel.

Chain the Night. (Robert Fischer x reader)

American Pie ↴

Dating American pie characters would include...

The Devil All the Time↴

Yandere TDATT characters being in love with you would include…

The Treasure Planet ↴

coming soon...

IT 2017↴

your lips, my lips. apocalypse. (henry bowers x reader)

Saltburn ↴

game 00.1 (felix catton x reader)

Rampage 2018 ↴

Dating Harvey Russell would include..

WRECK - IT RALPH ↴

Dating Sergeant Calhoun would include...

PEN15 ↴

Dating PEN15 characters would include...

SAW ↴

coming soon...

The Batman 2022↴

coming soon...

Fate: The Wings Saga↴

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After↴

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Actors/Celebrity ↴

Dating male celebrities would include...

Cillian Murphy

Fluff alphabet

‘Morning’

Electric touch

Dating Cillian Murphy would include..

Elizabeth Olsen

Dating Elizabeth Olsen would include..

Beautiful

Sam Worthington

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Britain Dalton

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Alex Høgh Andersen

Alex Høgh Andersen│Fluff alphabet

Robert Pattinson

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Eminem

Dating Eminem would include...

DISNEY/PIXAR/DISNEY CHANNEL and OTHER CARTOONS ↴

Dating PJ Duncan would include..

Disney characters as boyfriends/girlfriends

Disney princesses and their sexualities, my headcanons

Disney/Pixar characters dating hc’s

love headcanons for the great prince | bambi

cinnamon girl (frozen 2 elsa x northuldra reader)

puck and pirouette (inside out 2 riley andersen x fem!reader)

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unseenking · 1 year

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GET TO KNOW THE MUN .

what’s your phone wallpaper: something apple default

last song you listened to: angel with the scabbed wings by marilyn manson

currently reading: clive barker's books of blood, i'm a sucker for horror literature

last movie: bullet train

last show: sandman

craving: sushi, teriyaki noodles, bao buns, tempura..

what are you wearing right now: pijamas

how tall are you?: 5'4

piercings / tattoos ?: nope none, i'm boring

glasses? contacts?: none, i guess i'm lucky

last thing you ate?: pasta

favorite color(s): any colour in its darker shade, lol

current obsession: greek mythos

any pets: a calico cat named athena

do you have a crush right now?: twirling my hair for my fiancé

favorite fictional character: tangerine & lemon, seth & richie gecko, kisa, anakin skywalker, lando carlrissian, din djarin, dean winchester, annalise keating, arya stark, tyrion lannister, sam wilson, bucky barnes,, john wick, blade, maeve wiley, eric effiong, wednesday addams .. so many

last place you traveled: krakow, poland

tagged by : stolen from @tewwor , oops

tagging: @fraegiles @tobedisastrous @ironrot @azrahel @klaeus @lcngdays @thecs @kallistcs and you !

#( // mun )#whoever knows me from other blogs knows that i'm a sucker for these things lol

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abarbaricyalp · 2 years

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For whumptober I’d love to read no 9 “a very noisy night” maybe some multiverse shenanigans in a cave or house that is definitely fucking haunted and everybody has to watch out for each other…getting together/admitting feelings/caving to lust vibes…

Who’s everybody? Sambucky? Sambuckysteve? Sambucky and Joaquín and maybe Nico wasn’t supposed to be there but he is and things finally start to kindle with Joaquín? So many options…

Jules! I love this prompt (and I'd love to see your take on it! 👀) Nico thanks you for trying to move his love life along but he is unfortunately trapped by the narrative and usually his office.

I went possibly a little darker than you might've wanted. TW for body horror, blood, and gore by way of haunted house hallucinations. Samstevebucky with sambucky getting together.

AO3 // Rated M for violence // 12.4k words

Snippet: Haunted

Bucky used the bursts of lightning outside the dusty windows to guide himself back to the grand sitting room he’d left half an hour earlier. “There’s no way out,” he said. “This house is definitely haunted or bewitched or cursed or something. Congrats, Wilson. You walked us right into a trap.”

Sam’s hands stilled against Steve’s leg, where bloodied bandages were half changed. If there was exactly one thing that could drive his focus away from the wound in front of him, it was Bucky trying to start a fight. “You know what, Barnes? It was either come into the freaky house or drown outside while God knows what crawled into all the open bullet holes in your arm.”

Bucky looked down at his own bandages. There were only two holes in his arm and he’d stopped being able to feel them before they’d even seen the house, so he wasn’t particularly concerned with them. Not as much as he was the fact that all the doors and windows in this house kept moving or locking from the other side.

Steve, sprawled across a beautiful couch and half delirious with blood loss and a fever that had broken through his serum, mumbled an objection to the fight brewing in front of him. Something to the effect of ‘behave’ and probably ‘water.’ If there was one thing that could drive Bucky’s focus away from fighting with Sam, it was Steve being hurt.

“I’ll find some damp towels to cool him off,” he said and began his circuit of the house again. The house had multiple stories. Bucky had gotten freaked out after climbing one flight of stairs, so he hadn’t explored the other two (three?) but he assumed they were all the same. Maybe a bedroom became a sitting room, maybe there was an extra Jack-And-Jill, maybe none of it mattered at all because nothing in this awful place was permanent.

If it hadn’t been for the serum and all the work he’d put towards trusting his mind again, Bucky would’ve been content to believe he had misremembered the layout or stepped down a hallway he hadn’t noticed. At first, anyway. But every single room he walked into was different than what he’d seen walking down the wing in the first place. By the time he’d toured the whole house, he hadn’t felt confident in reporting anything back with any kind of finality other than that they were fucked until the front door opened for them.

But he could at least search for towels. There were bathrooms in this place.

For as creepy and haunted as the place was, the rooms were still lovely. Things were covered in dust and most of the lights didn’t work–flickering on when they wanted and snuffing out like a candle a moment later–but the furniture was soft and beautiful, there was a distinct lack of awful creaking in the floorboards, and there seemed to be no peeling or staining or warping of any part of the house. There were no holes for bugs and rats to pour out of. There were no claw marks from demonic forces being ripped into or from the world. There was no mold creeping forward along the walls, no shadowy reaching fingers peeling back the wallpaper. It was just a house that was doing its damndest to keep them inside.

Bucky still wasn’t sure what they’d been fighting. An ambush for sure. Hunting down rogue HYDRA labs was destined to blow up in their faces one of these days. But he had expected more of an explosion and less of a wounded romp through the woods and the rain to a haunted house. He certainly hadn’t expected the magic. Everything about the misadventure had been magic. The sudden storm. The monsters in the water. The house. Everything but the bullets, it seemed.

Bucky knew more about HYDRA and the occult from the 40s than he did from his time as the Winter Soldier. If the occult had remained a priority for fascists, they kept it far from their human weapon. He knew Schimdt had been fucking around with the occult, had called the Cube occult. There’d been rumors of a whole fleet of magic soldiers, scientists who were more like magicians. Supposedly they had raised the devil in Scotland.

Other than Schimdt ripping his face off, Bucky hadn’t seen any of it in action. The Cube had been explained to him through Space-Magic means (which was apparently different than the occult), but he hadn’t seen much of that either anyway. Strange and Maximoff were not occult. Aliens were aliens. Science was science. The word, and all the fear it brought with it, had been edged out in his mind by more pressing threats.

But now they were trapped in a haunted house and who knew how many HYDRA magicians were outside conjuring weird lamprey-like creatures to eat them when they finally got a door unlocked. Bucky was kind of hedging his bets on the haunted house, actually.

And he was hedging his bets on Steve. He had to find some towels to get Steve through his fever. This was very old hat for him. Still, he hadn’t shaken the terror that had clawed at his chest when Sam had said Steve was running hot and getting hotter. “He’s not going to die, is he?” Bucky had asked, sounding for all the world like he was fourteen again, listening to a priest offer Mrs. Rogers condolences after another bout of last rites. He’d been just as frozen to the spot, staring at his best friend and begging for just a little more time.

It had only been Sam’s steady gaze, voice, and touch that had reeled him back in. “No, he’ll be fine,” Sam had assured, like anything else was so far out of the question it was laughable. “But we don’t have time to wait for it to break on its own.”

If Bucky was being honest, he was hedging his bets on Sam too. Sam, who was confident and smart and sure under pressure. If anyone could think them out of this situation while Steve’s body tried to cook his brain again, Sam could do it. His wings were grounded, but that didn’t make Bucky any less sure of him. The wings had never been what made Sam special. They just gave him something extra to work with.

Ugh, God, this house was fucking with Bucky’s head.

#sambucky #samstevebucky #Sam wilson #Bucky barnes #Steve Rogers #captain america #the falcon and the winter soldier #writing #i answer things #whumptober2022 #whumptober

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1000night · 2 years

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Be their roommate

pairings: Sam Wilson/reader；Matt Murdock/reader

Warnings: female chubby reader, implied smut (minors don’t interaction), angst (Matt being mean and bastard)

English is not my first language.

Living with Sam is like both you start your new married life.

Discuss the colors of the walls of your bedrooms, the colors of wallpapers of the other rooms, the decorations, and household distribution. As the new Captain America, he’s busy on his missions around the world, so you take the responsibility for most of the housework.

He’s craving your touch, you still feel fluttered about his bear hug when he came home the first time after you moved in.

The smell mixed with sweat and soap hit your nose. His body was trembling, face buried into the crook of your neck. You slowly stroked his back until he calmed down, but he didn’t release you. Instead, he held you tighter, and your flesh met each other. He spread his legs so that you were trapped between his two long legs, he groaned and sighed as he shifted the weight on you.

“Welcome home, Sam.” You kissed his temple, and he smiled while he kissed your skin back.

“I’m home, Feather.”

Taking a hot bath with him is an unspoken consent for you both, there’s not about sex, only comfort, and sharing your life when the other one is not around. He’d wash your hair, and you’d embrace him, your fingers trailed the line of his back, and kneading his sore muscles.

Sometimes, lust is like the tequila in the bottle, and the innocent touch is the lighter. It’s no matter who started kissing first, when your land safely from the cloud nine, it always means you’ve already calmed down from the last high and he’s ready for another round.

His kisses poured the gasoline of the fire of lust, burning your body and soul.

His chants and groans were the only sound and the sweetest sound you’ve heard.

His touch was the strongest cage, he trapped you and protected you.

You wish his love wouldn’t be withered, nor your love wouldn’t be the water under the bridge.

It’s another dream come true. Mattew Murdock is the charming prince in your whole college age. You knew he agreed to live with you because he promised to protect you no matter what. He was in love with Elektra, and even though they were torn apart, he still miss her.

You set the three rules for yourself:

1)Keeping those unrequited feelings for yourself.

2)Being a good roommate and don’t let Matty worry about you.

3)Move out when Matty’s true love is back.

The first rule is impossible because you knew Matt already knows, but you both chose to keep that unspoken secret. So it’s not that difficult.

The second rule is easier, and results from Matt’s mama hen mode, he made you feel at home. You’d have to hold the bag while he hung the umbrella for you when it’s rainy; Cuddling with each other on the couch and listening to the soft music.

He asked you why you love to start with Scarborough Fair when it’s your turn to choose the songs. You shrugged and repeated the song again, those words you can’t say to him all hide in the lyrics:

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme

Remember me to one who lives there

He once was a true love of mine

When Electra is back, when Matt brings her to your house, you know it’s time to fulfill the third rule.

Seeing the worried and the shadow of love shining in his eyes, you aren’t fooling yourself enough to neglect that obvious evidence.

“Why did you laundry your clothes every day?” He asked when you patched his wounds.

“It’s summertime, Matt. It’d be stink if I wash them once a week.”

He snorted while his sight moved to his bedroom–Elektra now sleeps in there.

“She woke up and asked about you, Matt. She…”

He grabbed your wrist and yelled to you, “She woke up? Why didn’t you talk to me soon!?”

“I was, but you’re injured, besides she’s fallen asleep again. So I choose to…”

“You just jealous, don’t you?” His words slapped your face and shred your heart to pieces.

“...I’m not following.”

“Yeah, keep playing stupid. You thought your feelings for me is unrequited so you hold that her wake back from me. Really brilliant, little lamb.”

Frozen in his sarcasm, your eyes widened. His mocked face falls when he saw a tear drop down your cheek, the liquid trailed to the back of his hand.

“Oh shit! I’m, I’m sorry lamby. I didn’t mean that, please forgive me.” His begging didn’t make up to you, you knew each other too well.

He means it, he accuses your motivation is malicious, how dare he!

“It’s unnecessary, Matt. I know what you were trying to say and you’re too tired.”

He cursed himself while he gave you a bear hug. His warm body temperature didn’t warm your heart this time.

“Good night, lamby.”

“Good night, Matt.”

And when he back after he finished the daily patrol, only Elektra and the empty of your bedroom waiting for him.

The end

A/N: special thanks to @samwilsonsbabymama , @caplanbuckybarnes , @nptnewr. Your fics let me fall in love with them. I hope you like this👀👀

Don't worry, Matt will have a good ending in part 2😌😌💖💖

Anyway, Love you and every like or reblog all appreciated 💗💗

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