#skipping the streets of new york and drinking coffee

[arlana-likes-to-write]

Dirty Thoughts

Summary: It was so wrong to have these thoughts. She was engaged to your boss, your best friend but it was impossible to not fall in love with her.

Relationships: Natasha x Maria, Maria x reader

Warnings: non Avenger AU, Gang AU, cheating, lots of cheating, mention of violence, implied torture, implied sexual content, gun shot wound, blood, angst

Word Count: 3.3k

Note: I do not want to talk about how this one shot made me spiral into possibility writing a multiple part story. If you are interested let me know lol. Also, thank you to @sycamorelibrary754 for helping me with the engagement ring

God, you were so fucked. Absolutely 100% fucked. You stood at the party, hand wrapped around the beer you were drinking. At a party, your job was to be alert and look for possible threats. Tonight was different. Tonight was a party for celebration as the head of the Black Widow gang was engaged to her long-time girlfriend, Maria Hill. You were in charge of Natasha's security, so the redhead placed you in charge of Maria's protection. You grew close to her, learning her every secret, dislike, and like. You knew her coffee order, what ice cream to get when she was on her period, and her favorite movie to put on to make her smile. You loved your job. Natasha took a chance on you and saved your life, which makes your current predicament so much worse.

No one knew you were head over heels in love with Maria Hill. No one could ever know. "I'm pretty sure Nat gave everyone the night off." You were so lost in your thoughts that you were surprised by Maria standing before you. "I think I saw Pietro doing a keg stand." You chuckled and sipped your beer.

"I'm always on the clock, sweetheart. Got to keep the crown jewel of the Black Widows safe." Maria rolled her eyes, but you didn't miss the slight blush on her cheeks. "Congratulations, by the way. That's an impressive rock." The ring was gold with a square-cut diamond. Along the band and the main diamond were smaller jewels. It looked expensive, but that was Natasha. She liked expensive things, from clothes to cars to liquor. Before Maria, the redhead was always at the clubs throwing money at women left and right. She looked at her hand.

"A little too flashy for my taste," you knew that too. She wanted something modest. "But Nat likes to claim what's hers." You hated how your stomach burned with jealousy.

"Oh, I know that. Besides, Romanoff has enough money lying around. She should spend it on something," you smiled. "Hey, maybe you can convince her to take us on vacation. I heard the Maldives are beautiful this time of year." A quick smack to the back of your head caused you to jump. Maria laughed as Natasha rounded from behind and wrapped her arms around Maria's waist.

"Are you saying I don't treat you well?" She smirked.

"You treat us like shit, boss," you deadpanned. "I hate it here." You winked at Maria. Her smile caused your heart to skip a beat. Natasha scuffed, placing her chin on Maria's shoulder.

"You know I saved your life. I could have left you on the streets of New York, but out of the kindness of my heart, I gave you a job." You rolled your eyes.

"And here I thought you liked me for my charming personality and good looks," you smirked. She narrowed her eyes at you, pointing at you over Maria.

"I'm going to kick your ass, Sentinel,"

"Darling," Maria placed her on Natasha's chest. "You know she could kick your ass." You had to hide your smirk behind your drink.

"Unbelievable," Natasha mumbled.

"Go go have a good night, you lovebirds," you said. "You know where to find me if you need me." You held out your hand for Natasha. "Congratulations. I'm happy for you." And you were. No matter how much it hurt for Natasha to be marrying Maria, you would always be happy for her. At least Maria would still be in your life. Instead of shaking your hand, your boss pulled you into a hug.

"Enjoy yourself tonight. I heard a certain captain wanted your attention," you chuckled, but you looked at Maria, who was frowning. Thinking she was angry at you for hugging Natasha, you patted her back and ended the hug.

"Use protection," you told them as Natasha grabbed Maria's hand and returned to the party. Natasha still managed to flip you off. All members of the Black Widow crew were given code names. Carol was Captain Marvel. Peggy was Agent 13. Monica was Photon. You were Sentinel, the vigilant guardian who watched over the gang's safety. It was Maria who gave it to you.

It was late one night, and you were new to protecting Maria. Before she started Natasha, Maria was studying to get into the academy. She spent a lot of her time at the library, so in turn, you spent a lot of time there as well. When you were walking back to the car, two street thugs tried and failed to jump her. You were quick to take them down before they could even touch her. Sentinel was a name everyone called you, and it became a name that was feared on the streets.

The same night you saved her, you realized that your thoughts and feelings towards Maria were not platonic. Everything Maria and Natasha had you wanted. Now the ring on her finger solidified she could never be yours.

*

"Can you pick Maria up from her father's?" Natasha asked you. "I have a meeting with the Maximoff Twins, and I can't get out of it." You frowned. A part of your job was to know the schedules of Natasha and Maria. There was no meeting with the Maximoffs today; you knew that. Instead, Natasha and Maria had a date planned. Nothing was set in stone in this business. The redhead rolled her sleeves and picked up a knife from the table.

"Yeah, I can do that," you put on a pair of latex gloves. "Do you want me to take her back to the house?" She handed you a knife.

"It's up to her. Take the card and get whatever she wants." She rolled her shoulders and faced the man tied to the chair in the center of the room. "Ready, Sentinel?"

"Always boss."

*

Once you were changed and out of the blood-stained shirt, you made your way to Maria. You relieved the lower-level member and walked up the house's front steps. Before you knocked, the door swung open. "Fury," you smiled at the man. "How's my favorite beat cop?" He frowned.

"You smell of bleach." He deadpanned.

"Just a new perfume I'm trying out," you squeezed past him, and you heard the door close. Nick Fury, the commissioner of the NYPD, was surprised when Natasha started dating his daughter, but she did everything for a reason. At first, it was a tactical relationship, a way to bend the relationship between the NYPD and the Black Widows. Over time, Natasha fell in love with Maria.

You found Maria in the kitchen, her back to you as she washed the dishes. "Who would have thought an engagement would turn you into a housewife?" She jumped and dropped the plate into the water. A frown was on her face when she turned around to face you. "Awe, are you not excited to see your favorite bodyguard?"

"No, I am," she sighed and focused on her task.

"I know," Natasha was canceling more and more dates and getting stuck at the office. It was the summer, so there were more things to do. The days were longer, and arrival gangs were out to steal the Black Widow's turf. "But," you leaned against the counter with Natasha's credit card between your fingers. "The boss gave me her card. We could do anything on her dime." Maria stayed quiet. "Or we can return to the house, order takeout, and watch the Breakfast Club." A smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "Come on, Ria," you whined. "You know I hate seeing you sad." It was true. It tugged at your heartstrings, and you would do anything to make her smile.

"Help me with the dishes, and then we'll go to the bookstore and get Tai food." You smiled.

"Aye, aye, captain," you gave her a salute, and her laughter danced off the kitchen's walls. Her laughter was music to your ears. It was beautiful, so full of light. You would do anything to hear it again and again.

*

In hindsight, you should have knocked, but you were so focused on the phone call that you walked into Natasha's office. It was late, and Monica's frantic phone call woke you up, and you raced to see Natasha. Red room guys were seen gathering weapons at the dock. They were planning an attack. "I just got here," you told Monica. "Don't engage without us," you opened the office door. "I- Jesus Christ," if it weren't for the phone call, you would have said a lot more. "Nothing, I'll call you back." You hung up.

Maybe you should have knocked. Perhaps you would have heard the moans behind the closed door if you weren't on the phone. The moans were not coming from Maria but from Wanda Maximoff. She was topless, lying on top of Natasha's desk with the redhead between her legs. Your jaw clenched as Natasha rushed to pull away from her and throw her a sweatshirt.

"It's not-"

"Save it," you snapped. Oh, you were seething. All you saw was red. She was engaged. Maria was planning a wedding. You wanted to push her up against the wall and tell her off. "We have an actual problem, but please, if you think this little affair is more important, please continue." Natasha ran her fingers through her hair. You ignored Wanda as she stood up from the desk.

"What is it? Is it Maria?" She had to be fucking with you. Even across the room, you could see the hickys covering Natasha's neck. You laughed. You were so close to snapping.

"Oh, so you remember her name? Your fiance," you shook your head. No, she's safe. The Red Room was spotted on the docks gathering weapons. Monica said she tried to call you but couldn't reach you." Now you looked at Wanda. "I guess you had your hands full." You were furious not only with your friend but also with yourself. How did you not notice this? All of the signs were there. Are you coming or not?"

"Sentinel-"

"I don't want to hear it, Romanoff. People's lives are at stake. People you promised to protect. Are you coming?" Natasha nodded, but you refused to look away. She kissed Wanda goodbye and told her that she would call her later. Unbelievable, you thought. Oh, you were going to kill your best friend.

*

The rest of the crew knew there was a problem between you and Natasha. You were still a professional and did your job, but that was it. Gone was the friendly banter, the inside jokes. All of it changed overnight.

Loyalty was important to you. It was important for the crew to maintain respect, but Natasha broke that with you. Before joining the Black Widows, you were fucked over by the last crew you worked with. They ignored your warnings about an upcoming job. They promised that whatever would happen, they would have your back. But the job fell through, and they left you. Natasha found you before the cops showed up. You were forever grateful for the redhead and knew you would stay loyal to her because of what she did for you.

Now she was using that loyalty over your head to keep her secret, to help cover for her. She kept saying that you were loyal to her, not Maria. She saved your life, not Maria. She was your boss, not Maria. It was killing you.

Every date Natasha missed. Every time she stayed late at the office, you saw Maria lose herself more each time. Adding to the pressure of the Red Room, you were at your wits end. So you quit. You told Natasha you were done.

You were in your room packing up your stuff while nursing a gunshot wound to your stomach. A simple meeting turned into a shoot-out as Red Room goons surprised you. Lately, it seemed Natasha kept making bad calls after bad calls. Last week, Carol got hurt. Two days ago, Peggy got jumped. Now, you were on the receiving end of it. These girls were your family, but you weren't sure what to do. The Red Room was gaining momentum. You heard whispers of HYDRA gaining territory. An all-out war was growing.

"I can't believe you are leaving," Maria's voice followed the sound of your front door slamming shut. "And I had to find out through Natasha." She was here quicker than you thought. You wanted to be done packing, but the wound slowed you down.

"Carol will do just fine," you refused to look at her. "She knows all your likes, dislikes, and what you are allergic to.

"I don't want Carol. I want you," you closed your eyes. You knew it was as a bodyguard and nothing more, but a part of you wished it was more. "Why are you leaving me?"

"I'm not leaving you. I-" Would you say to her? That her fiance was cheating on her with someone Maria considered a friend. That a gang war was coming and so many people were going to die in the crossfire.

"I know about Natasha and Wanda," you spun around to face her finally. She was wearing your sweatshirt that you thought you had lost and a pair of jeans. Her hair was damp. She must have rushed over here as soon as her shower was over, but you thought she never looked more beautiful. "You've been shot," she said.

"You knew?" You questioned.

"Don't change the subject," you rolled your eyes because she changed the conversation. She grabbed the first aid kit you had left out and forced you to sit in your recliner. "Of course, I know. I'm not an idiot." You hissed as she pulled the gauze off. "I think it hurts more that you knew and didn't tell me. I thought we were close." She cleaned around the wound. "No exit wound. I have to get the bullet out." You nodded.

"If you knew," you squeezed the chair's armrests as she dug for the bullet. She cooed softly.

"I know, baby," she whispered. "This is the worst part." It had to be the pain. Maybe you were delirious, but you swear you heard her call you baby. You called her pet names because you liked to see her blush.

"If you knew," you continued. She placed the bullet on the side table. "Why stay? Why not call off the engagement?"

"Because I wanted to stay close to the gang," she threaded the suture through the needle. "I wanted to stay close to you." You let her confession rest in the silence as she focused on stitching the gunshot. You felt no pain when the needle pierced your skin. When she was done, she placed a new bandage on it. You grabbed her chin and forced her to look up at you.

"Tell me what you meant by that."

"Nothing," she said. Don't worry about it." Maria tried to pull away from you, but you held her in place—not enough to hurt her, but enough to keep her from running away.

"Tell me, please." You moved your hand to hers and pulled her to her feet. She protested when you told her to sit on your lap, but you held her in place. "Tell me you have the same thoughts I do," you ran your hands up and down her sides and enjoyed the shiver that you felt. "Because I get dirty thoughts about you. They get worse when I'm without you. Are you thinking of them as well?" Instead of answering, she trailed her finger over your lips and down your chest. You weren't sure where this newfound confidence came from. You were leaving, and she was Natasha's; the ring on her finger still confirmed that. "I shouldn't think the things I'm thinking," you admitted. Finally, she locked eyes with yours.

"How long?" She asked. It was a simple question, but still, you hesitated.

"Far too long," she chuckled, shaking her head.

"The more that I push them away. The more that you're stuck in my brain." It was all you needed to hear. You twisted your hand in her brunette hair and kissed her. The kiss was messy and frantic, and Maria's soft sigh only spurred you on more. She matched the intensity of the kiss, but the quiet voice in the back of your head told you this was wrong. She was engaged. Even though her fiance was cheating, her loyalty was to her. You ended the kiss. "Why did you stop?" Maria asked. Her chest was heaving, and a slight blush dusted across her cheeks.

"I don't want to stop," you whispered. Your eyes flickered to the ring on her finger. "You aren't mine." She looked at her ring. Immediately, she took it off and placed it on the table next to the bullet.

"I'm not hers," she said. "Our relationship was always to forge a better relationship between the NYPD and the Black Widows. I've known that from the beginning. If Natasha wants Wanda, then I want you. I always have." There were 101 questions that danced around in your head but died on your tongue due to how she looked at you. Her pupils were blown out, and the color of her eyes was gone. She wanted you. All of your hesitations vanished.

Ignoring the pain from your injury, you picked her up and carried her to your bed. You gently placed her down and quickly covered her body with yours. "Tell me," you whispered, kissing her neck. Her hands grabbed onto your shoulders. "Tell me your mine." You bite down and soothe the spot with your tongue.

"I'm yours," she moaned. Her hand went to the back of your head and forced your lips together. "Tell me your mine."

"I'm yours," you said. "Always have been and always will be."

*

"Take me with you," she lay in your bed, wrapped in your blankets as you were in the bathroom. You wondered when this conversation was going to happen. With a sigh, you joined her back in bed and dragged the sheet over you. You laid on your side to face her.

"I don't even know where I'm going."

"I don't care," she said, taking your hand. "I'm safer with you than with anyone else."

"What about Fury?" You questioned. "You wouldn't leave him, and I wouldn't let you." Her silence was enough of an answer for you. You kissed her hand.

"You are going to leave before an all-out turf war breaks out." God, she was more perceptive than you gave her credit for.

"I can't stop it from happening."

"No, you can't," she smiled. "But you can end it quicker and save lives. People listen to you," you played with her now bare ring finger. You dreamed of putting a ring on it one day. "I always believed Natasha wasted your potential. You are a leader, not a guard dog." All of your life, you've been a follower. You followed your father when he left your mom. You followed your old crew into a death trap. You blindly followed every order Natasha gave you.

"Help me then," you told her. She seemed surprised by your request. "You are more than a pretty little to hold on my arm." Maria was barely allowed in meetings when she was; she was ordered to stay quiet and sit by Natasha's side.

"Do you not think I'm pretty?" She teased. Your eyes widened. Laughing, Maria pushed you onto your back and rested her chin on your chest. "I'm teasing. Of course, I'll help. I think we make a good team." If she believed in you, then that's all you needed.

"Let's plan to save the city tomorrow," you rubbed your eyes with the back of your hand. "I'm tired." She smiled and kissed your lips softly. "Are you staying?"

"I am," she got comfortable with your arms around her. "Sleep, baby. The city can wait one more day."

#maria hill x reader #maria hill x you #natasha romanoff x maria hiill #maria hill x natasha romanoff #blackhill #natasha romanoff x wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x natasha romanoff #wandanat

[everythingpresley]

Don't You Kiss Me Once or Twice - Chapter 22

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Jessica Anderson is Elvis Presley's assistant and after months of working together, slowly something sparks between them. Friendship? Or is it more? [ Fem!Reader ]

Rating: Explicit/Mature (NSFW, 18+), Slowburn

    ||     Word Count: 8,476

Masterlist

Don't You Kiss Me Once or Twice - Chapter 22

This thing with Elvis continued for a few days. He would stand outside of my apartment and wait with stuff in his hands. It got harder and harder to ignore his presence. He would stand there everyday with something new in his hands. 

My kitchen counter was filled with vases of wilting sunflowers. I had one of the vases on my coffee table because it was too pretty and I had another one on my vanity. I had way too many flowers in my tiny apartment. If anyone were to walk into my apartment they would think I sell sunflowers out of my living room.

The other day, I took some sunflowers and wrapped them for Sara and Haley just to get rid of them. Elvis of course was grinning when he saw me with the flowers but he panicked for a second thinking I was throwing them away.

“I’m not throwing them away. They’re way too pretty and that would be a waste.” I told him as I passed him on the street while walking to work.

My alarm didn’t ring today and I was running late, I didn’t have time to eat or even make coffee. I was rushing out the door.

“Wow! What’s the rush!” Elvis called out.

“My alarm didn’t ring.” I grumbled, speed walking down the street in my heels.

“Here.” He said, jogging to walk next to me and handed me a coffee.

I huffed and took it from him, taking a sip of the coffee as I walked. He smiled and looked down at his shoes, still walking next to me.

“What?” I asked him.

“It’s just you’re actually drinking it.” He replied “And you’re talking to me.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, I just didn’t have time to drink coffee.” I grumbled.

He hummed, ignoring what I just said. I smiled but covered my lips with the coffee cup before taking another sip. No! I shouldn’t smile! He can’t fool me by being cute and adorable. 

“You don’t have to walk me to work.”

“I want to.” He replied. 

“It’s a fifteen minute walk.” I warned him.

“I wish it was longer.” He smirked. 

I rolled my eyes, biting down on my lip to stop myself from smiling. 

“You look so hot in a pencil skirt.” He said after a bit while we walked “I hope no one is staring at your ass at work.”

I frowned and punched his shoulder.

“Ouch!” He laughed and rubbed his shoulder.

“You do not get to say those things to me anymore.”  

He frowned and looked down at his shoes “Why?”

“Because we’re not together anymore, Elvis.” 

“I fucked up Jess.” He whispered.

“Yeah. You did. Have a good day Elvis.” I said and walked into our office building leaving behind a sulking Elvis standing outside. I hoped no one notices that Elvis Presley is just casually standing around in the middle of New York City. But honestly the best place to hide in plain sight is New York, no one cares to pay attention. Everyone is speed walking and is on a mission, no one is looking around. It’s such a busy city that no one spots him plus he’s underdressed, doesn't look like the Elvis Presley. 

“I’ll walk you home.” Ben said as we all left the office.

“Oh that’s okay, there’s no need.” I smiled, shaking my head. 

“I actually go to a specific barber and I’ll pass by your place anyway.” Ben shrugged.

“Oh okay.” I nodded but inside I panicked. Elvis might see us. Ben might see Elvis. Please God be on my side today, I don't need any added drama right now. I didn’t need Elvis to get upset that a man is walking me home from work.  

I talked as we walked to my apartment, stopping by a hotdog stand and grabbing hotdogs as we did. I had skipped lunch at work so I was scarfing the hotdog down. 

When we finally reached my place I spotted Elvis standing there with a frown on his face. His eyes drifting between Ben and I. 

I widened my eyes and mouthed “Hide.”

Elvis thank god understood what I meant and ducked his head. Thankfully Ben didn’t notice anything.

“Thanks Ben, see you at work.” I smiled.

“See ya!” He grinned and continued walking. I waited till he rounded the corner before I turned to look at Elvis. 

Elvis looked at me with narrowed eyes “That was the same guy that was in your apartment.” He stated, not asked.

I frowned in confusion, Elvis didn’t see him so how the heck does he know that he was in my apartment. 

“How did you know?” I asked him.

“I waited all night to see if there were actually girls in your apartment.” He replied.

I raised a brow “You know a lot of people live in this building right?” 

“Yeah but when they walked out they were talking about you.” Elvis replied “They were saying oh Jess is so sweet and so kind.”

“You’re such a weirdo. Why the heck would I lie to you?” I scoffed. 

“I don’t know.” He shrugged “To spare my feelings. I did have a panic attack in front of you.”

I shook my head, this man will be the death of me.

“Has that happened before?”

“What?”

“The panic attack?”

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair “Yes. Once.”

“When?” I frowned. I’ve never seen him have a panic attack.

He looked down at his shoes and shuffled his feet “The day you left.” He said, his voice barely a whisper. 

“You mean the day you dumped me on my ass and fired me.” I corrected.

He pouted “Jess.” 

I frowned, my heart clenching in my chest “I don't get it.”

“I know. Can I please explain? Can we talk?” He pleaded, his eyes wide. 

“No. You don’t get to talk. You don’t deserve a second of my time and I gave you enough of my time today.” I said, turning my back to Elvis and walked up the steps that led to my building. 

“Jess. Please. I need you baby.” He sighed.

“Don’t call me that.” I said with a clenched jaw and turned back to face him, while standing on the top of the steps “Two months later you decide you need me again and show up out of the blue expecting me to take you back like nothing? Like you didn't destroy me and rip my heart out?” 

“Honey.” His lips trembled once again “I never ever wanted to, please let me explain.”

I shook my head no and walked into my building. 

Why did I feel guilty for hurting him, why did I feel so sad whenever I saw his lower lip tremble and tears gathered in his eyes because of me. I wasn’t trying to hurt him, I wasn’t trying to make him sad but I was putting boundaries which he wasn’t respecting. I can’t deal with this heartbreak all over again. Heck I’m still in this cycle of heartbreak and I can’t believe he hurt me so much. So, no I’m not forgiving him that easily and why does he get to speak right now when he gave me his reasons before. He was bored…

I walked into my apartment, my head down as I bent to take off my heels. I looked up at my shoe rack to place my shoes on the rack to see my cowboy boots that Elvis got me for Christmas that I deliberately left behind. How the heck does he keep getting into my apartment? I shoved me heels on the shoe rack and turned to throw my work bag on the kitchen island only to see the matching cowboy hats that he got with the boots. 

My eyes lingered on the pink cowboy hat, memories from that night at the honky tonk ran through my mind. It was a good night prior to the Matt thing. The Photo Booth being one of them.

I sighed, deciding it was best to ignore that they were even there and walked into my bathroom to shower and get dressed into pjs. My landline rang just as I wrapped my body into my bathrobe. 

“Hello.” I answered.

“Hey!” Grace’s voice filtered through. 

“Hey! I haven’t spoken to you in a bit. How are you?” 

“I’m good! How are you? How’s New York? Any new changes?” She asked, speaking very fast. 

“You know he’s here don't you?” I scowled.

“Huh?” 

“Grace.”

“Okay fine. Yes. I know.”

“Grace. Where you the one who told him where I live?” I asked her. Please let it not be her because I’m gonna be so pissed if it was.

She stayed quiet for a bit “Yes. I’m sorry Jess. He begged me to tell him where you lived. And I thought maybe you two could work it out.”

“Grace. I cried to you every night. You know how much he hurt me. You know what he said to me. How could you do that?” I felt so betrayed at the instant because if the roles were reversed and someone was shitty to Grace I would never allow that person to step back into her life because I wouldn't want her to hurt again and make the same mistake. 

“I’m sorry.” She whispered.

“He was horrible to me.” I whispered, tears filling my eyes “And you knew that. And now he’s here and he won’t leave and somehow he can come and go out of my apartment as he pleases. That’s not normal.”

“That’s because he loves you and wants to make things right.”

“No he doesn’t! If he did he wouldn’t have hurt me like this!”

“Jess-“

“No, Grace. I-I have to go, I don’t want to talk right now. Bye.” I said and hung up. 

I walked back into my room and stood in front of my vanity, grabbing my hair brush and as I went to brush my hair. I look at my reflection in the mirror, my eyes slightly red from tearing up but what caught my eye was a photo of Elvis and I kissing in Hawaii. I took a second to admire the picture, it really turned out beautifully. The sunset behind us on the top of the mountain, the Hawaiian view and Elvis and I probably at our happiest. 

“Argh!” I yelled and slammed my hairbrush down on the top of my vanity. How dare he walk around my apartment like he owns the place. Go into my room and put up a picture of him and I on my mirror. I growled and walked over to the window, throwing it open.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I yelled at Elvis.

A woman passing by looked up at me with wide eyes and pointed at herself.

“Sorry Ma’am, not you. The asshole behind you.” I said while Elvis placed his hand over his mouth, throwing his head back as he laughed. 

The woman nodded and continued walking. 

“How are you getting into my apartment?” 

“Your super.” He shrugged.

“That’s an invasion of privacy!”

“I know you front and back. I know every inch of your body inside and out. I know everything about you.” Elvis replied. 

“Oh my god.” I shut my eyes and ran my hands through my hair in frustration, he didn’t understand why it was wrong “How can he just let you in? I don’t get it.”

“I’m Elvis Presley and I told him you’re my girlfriend and he just let me in.” 

“Elvis.” I hissed “Stop. Please. Leave me alone.”

“I can’t.” He whispered “I’m not giving up on us.”

“You already did.” 

He winced and looked down at his feet as I shut the window. 

It was finally the weekend and instead of being holed up in my apartment I decided to go for a walk in Central Park and maybe get an ice cream on this hot summer day. It was already May and it was hot as hell in my apartment. I threw on some high waisted jean shorts, a cut off button up and my converse. I pulled my hair up in a ponytail and shoved my keys in my pocket as I skipped down the stairs. 

Of course, to no one’s surprise Elvis was already there, fanning himself with a newspaper. 

“It’s hot as hell. Why are you still standing here?” I asked him.

He bit his lower lip, his eyes doing a full body scan, lingering on my legs before reaching my face again “Even it was storming or snowing I would still be here.” He smiled softly. 

I rolled my eyes “Glad to know my stalker will stop at nothing.” I said sarcastically.

He chuckled and shook his head “Where are you going dressed so cute.” 

“Walk in the park.” I replied and walked in the direction of the park. I could hear him follow me but keeping a few feet between us. 

“You can just walk with me if you’re following me either way.” I grumbled, not really wanting him here but at the same time I just wanted to be closer to him. I hated myself right now. This is a running theme right now, hating myself when it comes to Elvis. Hating that I still loved that he was here and fighting for me, for us. Even though he’s the one that destroyed me and us. I hated the constant conflict in my head, I didn’t want to go through that again. Especially when it came out of nowhere, it felt like getting hit by a car and getting fully run over not just getting hit. 

“Really?” He asked but before I could answer he jogged over to walk next to me.

“Yes but no talking.” I replied, looking straight ahead.

“Whatever you say princess, as long as you’re next to me.” He grinned, looking up at the sun with eyes closed.

“We’re crossing the street, open your eyes.” I grumbled again and pulled his arm to stop him from crossing the street with his eyes closed.

He opened his eyes, his smile faltering slightly as he looked down at where my hand was on his forearm. I gulped and pulled my hand back, I missed his touch, I missed his warmth, his hugs. His smell whenever we would cuddle. I quickly jogged across the street when I saw there were no cars.

“Woah! It’s still red!” Elvis shouted but jogged after me. 

“If there are no cars, just cross.” I replied, slowing my pace once I reached the other side of the street. 

“Okay we get it you’re a New Yorker now.” He joked. 

I bit back a smile and rolled my eyes.

“One point for Elvis! Finally a smile!” He announced, throwing his arms up in the air in victory when he saw me trying not to smile. And that made me chuckled “Two points!” 

“Shut up.” I grumbled and pushed his arm. 

Finally we got to the park after walking in silence but for some reason it was a very comfortable silence after two months for not seeing each other, we still had that sort of comfort around each other. We didn’t have anything to talk about anyway because if we were to actually talk I would cuss him out for hurting me and he would have to explain why he did it but he already did and there’s nothing I want to hear. I don’t want to hear the words he told me again but saying how he regrets saying them. I’m not some toy, when he got bored he threw me away but now he misses me and wants me back. It’s not fair. He doesn't get to have me like that again, I deserve way better. 

We walked into the park, a girl was dressed in her workout gear and her eyes widened when she spotted us. Oops I think she knows that’s Elvis. 

Elvis smiled at her but kept walking and she just jogged past us but with her head turned over her shoulder as she stared at us for another second. I think she’s doubting that that’s Elvis. Because what are the odds that Elvis Presley himself is just walking around Central Park with some girl, dressed down and without the Mafia. It’s very out of the ordinary that people wouldn’t think it’s him. 

I gasped “Ice cream!” I squealed and jogged over to the ice cream vender. I got a typical vanilla ice cream cone with a chocolate bar on the side of it. Elvis got a vanilla ice cream sandwich. 

Elvis paid for our ice creams “This feels like a date.” he winked.

“You wish.” I replied and licked my ice cream “You know what, let me pay for my ice cream. I don’t need you to pay for anything.” 

“Woah, relax. I’m kidding.” Elvis rolled his eyes. 

I huffed through my nose and started to walk towards the Bethesda fountain.

“I’ve always seen this fountain in movies and the first time I saw it I felt chills.” I said.

“Really? It’s just a fountain.” Elvis shrugged.

I rolled my eyes “If you got a gun from one of your favorite movies would you be excited?” I asked him.

“Well yeah but that’s different.” He replied.

“No, it’s the same thing. Maybe movie magic happened right here. The actors were standing right here!” I pointed excitedly.

He grinned.

“What?” I asked him. 

“Nothing.” He shook his head with a smile still on his face “You just look really cute when you’re excited.”

I blushed and turned away from him, I heard him chuckle because he probably saw my cheeks redden. Argh! He still has that affect on me. 

We sat down under a tree on a patch of grass that overlooked the lake where people were kayaking. We continued to eat our fast-melting ice cream, staring out at the water. 

“It’s been a week since you got here.” I said quietly.

“Yeah.” He replied, taking a bite out of his ice cream sandwich. 

“How are you here?” I turned my head to the left to face him “How did the Colonel and your dad let you come here and stay this long?”

“I don’t care.” Elvis shrugged “I didn’t really ask for their permission.”

I frowned, staring at him “You’re here on your own?”

“Yup. I got on my private plane and came here. I’m staying at a little hotel a few blocks from you.”

“And how long are you staying?” 

“It’s up to you.” He shrugged.  

“Elvis. If you’re expecting me to forgive you, then it’s gonna take a very long time. I can’t just get over it.” I said and turned my head back towards the water. 

“I’ll wait then. I don’t care how long it takes. Screw the Colonel.” 

I gulped, why now. Why is he willing to do whatever it takes to get us back together now? 

“Did you take the photo off of your mirror?” He asked, his voice barely above whisper.

“None of your business. And you shouldn't be walking in and out of my apartment as you please Elvis.” I said sternly, facing him once again.

“It was just two times.” He threw his hands up in surrender “You kept that picture up?”

“Yes, but only because I forgot to take it down.” I grumbled, looking back at the water. I lied. I definitely did not forget but for some reason I just didn't want to take it down.

“Charlie keeps calling me, telling me the Colonel is furious and we have some shows coming up next week.” Elvis said.

“Elvis.” I looked at him with wide eyes “Go. You need to go.”

Elvis shook his head, his eyes giving me a glimpse of sadness “I don’t care to perform Jess.” He whispered “I-I can’t even think of being on a stage right now. My life feels hollow.”

“Maybe getting back on stage will help fill that hollow. You haven’t performed since Hawaii maybe it’s just your body’s way of telling you you miss it.”

Elvis narrowed his eyes “That’s not why my life feels hollow and you know it.”

“Don’t start.” I shook my head.

“We need to talk about it.” 

I sighed and shook my head “I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t need to hear whatever you have to say and how you regret saying those words to me.”

“I’m so sorry.” He whispered, his voice cracking slightly.

I kept looking out at the water and took his hand in mine, squeezing it slightly because I still felt like I had to comfort him. We stared out at the water, hand in hand. His hand completely engulfing mine and I loved it. Don’t think for a second I loved loving it. I hated that I loved it. 

In that moment it was as if time stood still and we were still each other’s, it felt relatively normal to be holding hands.

I let go of his hand after a little bit and I could feel him staring at the side of my face. He scooted closer to me slightly then reached for a piece of hair that escaped my ponytail and pushed it back behind my ear. I turned my head to face him, his face was closer than I expected. 

His eyes drifted to my eyes down to my mouth and back up to my eyes “You haven’t made proper eye contact with me since my panic attack.” He whispered, his hand that pushed my hair back was now cupping my cheek. It was true. I couldn’t look at his beautiful blue eyes. For a while those eyes were the last thing I saw before I closed my eyes and it hurt to see them.

“I couldn’t.” I whispered.

He leaned forward, his eyes drifting down to my lips as he did. I licked my lips, my eyes also lingering at his full mouth that I haven’t kissed in two months but I pulled back. His hand that was cupping my cheek fell from my face. 

“You don’t get to do that.” I shook my head. I mentally applauded myself for pulling away. There was always this magnetism, this pull when it came to him. I couldn’t help but lean closer to him so it was twice as hard to pull away and I was actually able to do it.

“I know. I’m sorry.” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair “But I did see your eyes look at my lips.” True but I wasn’t about to confirm it. 

“I was actually looking at your sad excuse of a mustache.” I replied.

He laughed and shook his head making me chuckle “I don’t really find the time to shave.” He said. His side burns were slightly overgrown and his upper lip had a five o’clock shadow of a mustache.

“Why? You find the time to stand outside of my apartment all day, you can’t find the time to shave?”  I asked with a raised brow and a smirk on my face.

“Ha ha.” He said sarcastically but he had a small smile on his face. 

“I missed this.” He whispered, looking out at the water. 

I bit my lip and nodded. I did miss this with him, us joking around with each other. I remembered the first few months of being his assistant was like this. This constant pull to one another but also the constant jokes between us, not wanting to admit we wanted to screw each other’s brains out at every opportunity we could get. 

The sun was setting, filled up on drinks and junk food but didn’t really have an actual meal then we decided to head back. We walked in silence all the way back to my apartment. He stood and watched me walk up the steps that led to my building.

“I’m gonna get you back you know.” He called out. 

I turned back to face him and raised my eyebrow “Really?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Oh yeah.Then I’m gonna marry you.” He continued, his eyes getting glassy as he spoke. My mouth opened slightly in shock at what he was saying, my heart skipped a beat and my arms fell to my side “Then we’re gonna have a bunch of little babies looking like me and you running around Graceland. As many as you want, it’s up to you.” 

“And that’s not a promise. It’s a fact.” He concluded. 

I gulped, tears filling my eyes, my lower lip trembled. I said nothing and turned back towards the building, rushing in.

My heart was pounding in my chest as I slammed my apartment door shut and leaned against it, throwing my head back till it banged against the door. I bit my lip to stop myself from crying but it was no use, tears came rushing down my face. 

Now? Now? After two months he comes and says the things I’ve wanted to hear for so long. Instead of happiness my heart filled with hurt and pain of what could’ve been.

He said he wants to marry me and have kids with me. 

That. Right there. Was my dream come true. Him. But now its tainted with his words. I can’t believe what he was saying and how did he expect me to believe him because two months ago he told me the exact opposite. I don’t need to repeat those words again. I’m sick and tired of hearing them on constant repeat in my mind. 

Screw him for messing me up like this. I was also starting to slowly let him in however him saying those things did the opposite. I’m now rushing to rebuild the wall I had built, the one I unintentionally started to take a part because I still love him. 

I hate him. I love him. I hate how much I love him. 

The next couple of days I just completely ignored him and he pouted when I didn’t bat en eyelash in his direction. I bet he was confused as to why I reacted this way. He probably thought I didn’t want him like that which wasn’t true but it hurt so much to love him the way I did. I didn’t want to feel that excruciating pain again. He showed up time and time again with flowers, coffee, cookies, ice cream. Nothing. Even though I really wanted to grab those yummy foods from his hands and continue to ignore him. He knows how hard it is for me to say no to food. 

One night I was asleep and felt something hover of me. I felt something caress my cheek softly, barely touching my skin but close enough that it tickled slightly. I opened my eyes, my heart beating out of my chest because I was a girl, living alone in New York City. I looked up to see a man hovering over me. 

A scream lodged in my throat.

“Woah! It’s just me!” Elvis said with wide eyes, reaching over to turn on the lamp on my bedside table.

“What the actual fuck!” I yelled and pushed him his hands away from me. I shoved my covers off of my body and got out of bed “Are you insane?” I yelled and smacked his chest, pushing him back. My heart was still pounding in my chest, I could feel myself shaking slightly from the shock of seeing someone standing above me while I slept.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He said, throwing his hands up in surrender. 

“How the hell did you get in here?!” 

“You didn’t put the deadbolt on your door.” He gulped.

I looked at him with wide, enraged eyes.

“I check every night that you properly lock your door and today you didn’t.” He said.

“But how can you even open the door?” My nostrils flared.

“Umm.” He winced and scratched the back of his head “Don’t be mad.”

“Should. I. Be. Mad?” I said with a clenched jaw.

“If you get mad, I won’t tell you.” 

“Elvis. I. Am. Not. In the mood right now.” I practically growled. 

“Okay. Fine. When your super let me in the second time, I made a copy of the key. Told him I was your boyfriend, who was living here and I lost my key.” He gives me a sheepish smile.

My jaw dropped to the floor “You’ve officially reached a new level. Are you kidding me? And what the hell, what kind of security is there if everyone can just show up and come up with a lie and just get access to my apartment.”

“Yeah. That’s why you should move! You’re in a sketchy area. And your superintendent is a big fat idiot. I’ll buy a penthouse and we can live there. There’s a really nice place that overlooks Central Park and has a doorman. Top notch.” Elvis replied.

“Elvis! Shut up and give me my key!” I said and stretched my palm out to him.

He frowned, his lower lip jutted out in a pout “B-but that’s my key.”

“Elvis. I swear to god!” I yelled. 

“Wow. I’ve never seen you this mad. Ever.” He whispered and shoved his hand into his pocket, pulling out the key and placed it in my palm. 

“Get. Out.” 

“I really wanna talk Jess. Please.” 

“For the millionth time. I don't want to talk. Go.” I gave him a little shove towards my bedroom door. I don’t really push people but he really pissed me off plus it’s Elvis, my shoves don’t really do anything, he didn’t even move but I’m guessing he saw how angry I looked because he didn’t keep fighting me and headed towards the door.

“Fine.” He sighed, hanging his head low and left “Lock your door and put your deadbolt on the door!” He called out before closing the door to my apartment. 

I threw the key on the kitchen counter and locked the door, securing the deadbolt. I completely forget to do it earlier even though I always make sure to lock everything. I just wasn't expecting someone to have a copy of my key. 

“Good morning.” He smiled once I stepped out of the building. I ignored him and walked down the street.

“Okay, I know I messed up. I shouldn’t have made copies of your key. I get it now, thats an invasion of privacy even though you practically lived in my room for 4 months.” He said following me.

I frowned and turned to face him “Copies?” I asked, over annunciating the word.

His eyes widened, halting in his steps “Umm.”

“Elvis.” I clenched my jaw. 

He sighed and shoved his hand into his jacket pocket and pulled out another key, handing it to me with a sheepish smile on his face like that’s going to save him “Sorry.”

I knew he gave it up too easily last night. I snatched the key from his hand “Do you have more?”

“I swear I only made two copies.” He raised his hands up in surrender. 

“If you don't know why this is messed up I really can’t help you Elvis.” I said throwing the key into my work bag “If the roles were reversed I would be some crazy stalker ex girlfriend and your fans would come for my throat.”

He winced “Okay fine. It was creepy of me to be there in the middle of the night but I-I just really miss you. I miss being around you. I miss going to sleep in your arms. Heck, I haven’t had a decent sleep since before you left.” 

“I don’t know what you want me to say, Elvis.” I sighed. How do I respond to that. I wanted to tell him that I missed him too. I missed being in his arms. 

“I want you to tell me you miss me just as much as I miss you.” He said, his lower lip quivering as he spoke “I want you to tell me you want me back.” He whispered. 

“Look now is not the time, I’m gonna be late to work.” I gulped. 

“Well when is the right time?” He gripped my forearm to stop me from walking away from him “You don’t want to talk to me. But I really need to say what I have to say.”

“I can’t.” I whispered “The last time we talked you hurt me really badly.” I shook my head “I don’t want to ever feel like that ever again.” I pulled my arm from his grip and walked away. 

He bit his lower lip and let his hand slide off of my forearm.

“Hey.” Ben smiled, leaning against my desk as I stared aimlessly at the computer screen and I wish it was even on so that I can pretend I was working. 

“Hey.” I smiled.

“Are you okay? You seem too quiet this week.” Ben asked with furrowed eyebrows. 

I shook my head with a smile on my face “Yeah, fine. Just long week.” I chuckled.

Ben winced “Your reply doesn't seem true. Fine. No one is just fine but I will pretend to believe you.” He said making me actually chuckle with humor this time. 

“Thanks Ben.” 

“Here I got some cookies with my coffee earlier, you can have them.” Ben placed a bag of three cookies on my table.

“It’s okay Ben.” I shook my head. 

“Take them! Your face is making me sad.” Ben chuckled, rolling his eyes. 

“You don’t have to ask me twice.” I chuckled and shrugged before opening the bag, pulled out a cookie and then passed the bag to Ben who also took out a piece of cookie. 

On the way back to work it started pouring which was horrible but thankfully I changed from heels to sneakers and practically ran home since I didn’t bring an umbrella. For crying out loud it was summer in New York and it was sunny in the morning so I did not expect it to rain. 

Once I could see my building I spotted Elvis standing there with an umbrella over his head and a bag of McDonald’s in his hand. 

I frowned, ignoring him and not letting my eyes linger on him. My stomach growled hungrily just from seeing the bag in his hands.

“You’re soaking!” He frowned and rushed towards me, stopping me from being able to walk up the stairs. He raised the umbrella over both of our heads but he had to stand very close to fit both of us under the umbrella.

“I got you McDonalds’.”

I narrowed my eyes at the bag and took it from him before side stepping him to go into my apartment. But he moved behind me, keeping the umbrella over my head as I walked up the stairs. 

“You’re welcome.” He replied sarcastically.

I turned to face him “I’m wet, I’m cold and I’m hungry. And you’re annoying.”

He grinned when I said that, I don’t know why he always smiles when I say how annoying he is. 

I rolled my eyes and walked into my building.

I placed the bag on my kitchen counter and rushed into my bathroom to take a hot shower. I peeled my wet clothes off of my body and jumped into the scalding hot shower. I wanted to stay longer but I didn’t want the McDonald’s to get cold, I did have some fries while I walked up the stairs to my apartment and they were still warm meaning Elvis got them knowing what time I get back from work. My heart warmed at the gesture but I was still fuming at the fact that he thought it was okay for him to make copies of my key which is very typical Elvis behavior thinking he can do whatever the hell he wants to do. 

I wrapped myself into my bathrobe and brushed my hair before pushing it back over my shoulder then walked into the kitchen, took the bag and got settled on the couch. I pulled open the bag to see two double cheeseburgers, nuggets, fries and a coke. I placed them on the coffee table and turned on the TV. 

It has been a few minutes and I hoped Elvis went back to his hotel because it started raining heavily again. I got up from the couch and peaked to see him leaning against the lamp post under his umbrella, drinking his McDonald’s coke. I groaned, feeling bad so I opened the window and poked my head out.

“Elvis! Go home! You’ll get sick!” I yelled.

He looked up and grinned “Aww Jess, you still care about me baby?”

I rolled my eyes.

“I told you, I’m not leaving even if it was storming or snowing!” He yelled back, his voice muffled from the sound of the raindrops slapping against the pavement.

“Please. Go.” 

He shook his head and went back to sipping his coke.

I groaned and sighed before “Come up!”

His head snapped up and he looked at me with wide eyes “Can I?” He asked with a hopeful expression on his face.

“Yes. Quick before I change my mind.” I rolled my eyes.

He grinned and threw his coke in the trash before he closed his umbrella and ran towards the door.

“Don’t run! You’ll slip!” I yelled before I closed the window. 

It took him a few seconds because by the time I closed the window and walked towards the door, Elvis was already standing there. 

“Hey.” He smiled.

“Hi.” I replied, pushing the door wider for him to pass. There was enough space for him to pass but he brushed up against me while looking down at me. I rolled my eyes at him and closed the door once he walked in. 

As soon as he walked in, he shrugged his jacket off and draped it over the couch before he plopped down as if this was a usual occurrence. I sat down next to him but deliberately sat on the very opposite side of the couch, away from him as possible and pushed one of the cheeseburgers towards him “Did you eat?” 

He shook his head no and took the cheeseburger. 

“You really stand there all day?” I asked him.

He shook his head no “I know when you get home and when you leave for work so I just stay in my hotel room in the meantime.”

“Elvis. It’s coming up to two weeks since you’ve arrived.” I told him.

He nodded as he chewed. 

“The Colonel hates me as is, I think he wants to kill me now.” 

“He doesn’t know why I’m here and they don’t know which hotel I’m staying at.” He replied, talking with his mouth full. 

“Why are you doing this?” I whispered.

“Because I don’t know what else to do. I don’t know how to get you back and I don’t know how I can get you to hear me out so… I’ll stay there until you decide you want to talk to me.” He shrugged. He looked tired. There were dark bags under his eyes, his blue eyes were a bit dull than usual. His face was slightly skinnier but in a unhealthy way, his cheeks were fuller back when we were together and that made my heart hurt. My eyes were analyzing his face as he ate. 

“Oh how I missed when you would look at me like that.” He smiled sadly “You would stare at me with those beautiful green eyes all the time.” 

I smiled sadly and turned back to face the TV. 

“I need you.” He whispered, after we sat in silence and ate our food, sharing the fries and nuggets together. 

“I think you should go home.” I replied, turning to face him on the couch, tucking my legs under me.

“It’s still raining pretty heavily.” He replied.

“I mean Memphis.” I said which made him frown and shake his head “I need to be on my own for a while, Elvis.”

“Okay then I’ll wait.” He shrugged.

“That’s the thing, you don’t have to. We tried it and we didn’t work. Maybe-“ I gulped, finding it hard to say the next words because in my heart I didn’t believe a word I was saying “Maybe there’s someone else for you.”

He scoffed, frowning “B-but I-I don’t want anyone else. I already found my person and I’m the one for you.”

“I know you’re the one for me Elvis.” I replied “But maybe I’m not the one for you.”

“Then why won't you take me back?” 

I gulped, my throat burning and my eyes blurred with tears “You hurt me so bad.”

“I know, baby. I am so sorry, I so damn sorry.” He said and inched closer to me “Please-please forgive me, please.”

I bit my lip, tears flowing down my face. 

“Honey.” He said, cupped my cheeks and kissed my tears away. I let him, I couldn't push him away because I missed his lips. 

He then slowly inched towards me lips. He hovered over my lips, his eyes staring directly into mine, I could see the tears in his eyes “Can I kiss you?” he whispered. 

I nodded, not being able to talk.

He kissed my lips gently and slowly. He sighed against my lips “I missed your lips.” 

I couldn’t talk, I felt so overwhelmed with emotion, I had missed him so much but I was able to kiss him back. This is exactly why I did everything to avoid him because it’s so easy to fall back to our usual routine. I shouldn’t have let him into my apartment, being stuck with him in such a small space… we were bound to kiss. 

He pulled away but hovered super close, tears streaming down his face “I feel like I can breathe again.” he whispered. 

“I don’t want to talk, just kiss me.” I replied and pulled on his shirt to kiss him again. 

He complied and kissed me. He gently pushed me back against the couch, laying me down on the couch while he hovered over me, not breaking the kiss.

I was still in my bathrobe, he tugged on the bathrobe belt and untied it. He pulled it open, I was fully naked already. He pulled back, his eyes fully taking me in “Oh lord.”

I gripped his shirt again and pulled him down to continue kissing him.

He kissed down my neck, I gripped his pants and unbuttoned them. 

He quickly shrugged off his pants and shirt which was already half way unbuttoned by me. I kissed his neck and chest, inhaling his scent. His scent was a mix of his musk, rain and sandalwood. 

We both had tears streaming down our faces as we climaxed together. We didn't talk at all but we could both tell how much it was affecting us and how much we had missed each other. 

He laid his head down on my chest and we just held each other. 

He moved his head and looked down at me “I lo-“ he started but I placed my palm over his mouth, stopping him from actually saying the words.

“Don’t.” I frowned.

“Why not?” He said, his voice muffled by my hand.

I shook my head “Get off me.” I said, removing my hand and pushed his shoulders. 

“Jess.” he sighed and got up, pulling his clothes on while I picked up my bathrobe from the floor and shrugged it on. 

“Jess, I don’t deserve you, I never have and I never will but I will work to be the best I can be for you. We were really good together.” He said.

“We were never actually together though, right? It was just sex.” I replied, throwing his words back at him.

“Why are you being so cruel?” He whispered.

My jaw dropped at that “Oh, I’m being cruel? I’m being cruel?” I said with wide eyes “You had no problem saying it to my face but now that I’m the one saying it to you, I’m being cruel?” 

“I never once looked you in the eyes when I said those horrible words. Not once. I couldn't because I knew the moment I looked into those green eyes that I love so much I would break and pull you back in my arms and never let you go.” 

“Then why? Why did you say them?” I asked, my voice cracking “Elvis. You made me feel beautiful and loved then you crushed me just like that and threw me away. And it killed me.” My lips  turning into a frown, tears wielding in my eyes. 

“I-I would never throw you away Jess.” Elvis cried, tears running down his face “You-you are my whole heart. It killed me seeing you walk out of Graceland with your bags but I thought I was doing the manly thing here. I was a man letting go of his whole world, his whole heart, his life for you to pressure your dreams.”  He sobbed, stuttering as he spoke. 

“What?” I let out an audible breath, in shock “You-you knew about my interview?”

“Yes.” He said and wiped his tears “You deserve to accomplish your dreams. I can’t be the one to stand between you and your dreams, you already had to change your path for your sister, I wasn’t about to do that to you again.” 

“How did you find out?”

“I overheard you and Grace talking by the pool. You had your backs turned towards the house and I had just gotten home when I saw you two sitting outside and then I overheard everything. And you said it yourself “I’m throwing away my dreams for this man”. It killed me when you said that.” He winced, wiping his face “I couldn't let you do that.”

I scoffed, my sadness turning into anger “You had no right to do that! I was miserable! Miserable! I cried myself to sleep every night! I thought you didn’t want me, that everything we had was a lie!” I yelled, tears streaming down my face in anger. 

“Jess.” He cried his shoulders shaking as he spoke.

“We could’ve communicated like adults but you had to go and make that decision for me! That wasn’t up to you! That was my decision and you took it from me!”

“I didn’t want you to end up resenting me down the line when we're married with kids. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if you ended up hating me for not pursuing your career and your dream.” Elvis replied, shaking his head. 

“But I hated you!” I yelled “I hated you for breaking my heart. For making me feel like I was nothing to you.” I sobbed. 

“I broke my own heart in the process, Jess.” He sobbed “But I didn’t care if I was miserable, I wanted you to be happy. That became my number one priority, you. Always you. I thought for once I wasn’t going to be selfish, I was gonna do the right thing.” 

“Then why now? Why are you here after two months of dead silence from your end?” I asked.

“Whenever I would see Grace I would ask her about you and she would always say how happy you are and how you’re thriving in New York and loving it.” He gulped, taking a deep breath to stop his voice from wavering “But the other day she saw me crying outside by the pool and I told her everything about how I overheard you two talking and I decided to end it just in time for you to go for your interview then she told me that you were miserable and sad and you missed me.” He bit his lip and shook his head, trying his best not to cry “That moment I just packed whatever I saw in front of me and left for New York.” 

I shook my head and sat down on the couch, covering my face with my hands as I sobbed in them. I could feel Elvis take a seat opposite of me on my coffee table and grabbed my hands pulling them gently off of my face.

“I’m so mad at you.” I whispered.

“I know.” He whispered, wiping my tears. 

“Elvis.” I shook my head, pushing his hands away from me “Dreams change. Plans change. You became my new dream. I wanted you for the rest of my life and I didn’t give two shirts about my career.” 

“I-I didn’t know that.” He whispered, his voice cracking. 

“Because you didn’t ask me what I wanted, Elvis.” I replied “You made my choice for me without even asking me what I wanted. I wanted you. Yes, I was giving up my dreams for you but I did it gladly.” 

He bent his head down and held his head, crying into his hands “I’m so sorry. I never, ever meant those words I just knew that they would do the trick. I knew those words would get you to leave and I said them.” 

“All I did was love you.” I whispered, my heart breaking even more. I know he thinks he was doing the right thing but he just destroyed us for two months. He was miserable and I was miserable. 

“I know.” He sobbed “I love you, Jess. So damn much.” He said, looking up at me. His blue eyes seemed brighter due to the redness around them. 

He leaned forward, cupped my cheeks and kissed me “I love you.” He repeated, against my lips.

“You need to go.” I replied, tilting my head back. 

“What?” His lower lip trembled.

“Please. I just need to think about all of this and I can’t do that with you here.” I said and stood up, walking towards my front door.

I opened the door for him and before he left, he leaned in and kissed my cheek “If you’re not coming back to Graceland then I’m staying here.” He whispered in my ear.

“Elvis.” I sighed.

He pulled back “I already looked at a few places, that penthouse I told you about is really nice. I’m staying here if you are and you can’t stop me. And if you don’t want to stay in New York then I’ll follow you to wherever it is you want to go to because you’re my home, Jess.” 

I bit my lip and tilted my head down. He kissed my cheek again and left. I locked the door and leaned against it, crying silently. 

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[here2bbtstrash]

the shape of your body - teaser (explicit)

genre: fluffy slowburn smut

pairing: jimin x reader

summary: the same day you finally manage to speak to your months-long public transit crush, you end up seeing much more of him than you bargained for.

release date: october 9th, 2022

teaser word count: .7k

teaser contains: reader has a fat crush, ~mysterious subway boy jimin~, also reader's roommates are namgi and they're a couple so if that bothers you maybe skip this one? 🤷‍♀️

A/N: just wanted to share a lil teaser since i'm so very close to being done with this one!! current total wordcount is sitting around 18k, so i imagine the final thing will be in the 20-25k range 💜 hope y'all are ready for something different from me 🥰 excited-nervous-scared to share it so i do hope you enjoy this little taste!!! drops sunday! 💋

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You’ve taken the subway thousands of times since moving to New York.

Morning rides, squeezed nearly to death between commuters in suits blinking back sleep and school-uniformed kids scream-laughing and paper coffee cups gripped tight by winter-numb fingers.

Long trips with your sketchbook on your lap, riding the line all the way to Pelham Bay Park and back, to surface above ground out where there’s a little more space to breathe, until the setting sun floods orange glow between the buildings just before you descend again.

Late nights coming home, Namjoon’s head thudding back against the train window behind him as he dozes off, one arm thrown around your shoulder to ward off any drunk creeps, his free hand interlaced with Yoongi’s on his other side.

It’s always been the three of you, first in friendship, and now that the two of them have figured out they’re something more, you don’t mind it. But when it’s late and you’ve had enough drinks to feel warm all the way through, to melt something open inside of you, and you glance over to see a loving flicker of eyelashes exchanged as Namjoon leans down and presses a kiss to Yoongi’s temple, you can’t help it.

There’s a little bit of an ache there, right behind your ribs. Sometimes.

But mostly, when it comes to the train, you take the 6 to school. You go through the motions this morning the same as you always do: headphones around your neck, bag slung over your shoulder, immediately dropping into the first empty seat you see as the train doors shudder closed and the car starts to move. Six stops down, 51st street to Astor Place, five days a week, you know it like a heartbeat.

You just wish you knew him, too.

Subway Boy, as Yoongi affectionately labeled him the time you got two pitchers of margaritas deep and made the mistake of confessing to your roommates about your crush— if it can even be called that. Can you truly have a crush on someone you know nothing about, not even their name?

Well, you know a few things.

He must live further north than you, because on the days you see him, he’s already on the train when you board at 51st.

He must like music, because he always has a set of fancy bluetooth earbuds in.

You’re pretty sure he’s an athlete of some sort, because he’s usually carrying a gym bag—and because during this summer’s heat wave, the one and only time you’ve seen him wear shorts, you nearly fainted at the thick, defined muscles of his thighs.

He has an affinity for jewelry, delicate silver always glinting through the multiple piercings in his ears. At odds with this, he seems to prefer to dress comfortably, and you’ve seen him in enough branded school t-shirts and sweats to figure he must also be an NYU student, though you can’t say for sure if he’s undergrad or graduate.

You deeply hope you’re not crushing on someone who still needs a fake ID to drink, but there’s no way to be certain.

Most importantly, you know that he is absolutely stunning. Elegantly handsome, with expressive deep brown eyes, skin like glass, and round cheeks and full lips that flush frozen pink on particularly frigid New York days. His hair has changed colors a few times over the months that have passed since you first took notice of him, but it’s currently a honey blonde, and long enough that he often reaches up to card a hand through it. He does it now, pushing loose strands back to expose his forehead as he frowns down at his phone.

On days where you share the same car, you notice very little else that happens on the ride, thoroughly entranced in Subway Boy’s beauty and his mystery. The train could probably catch fire and you’d miss it entirely.

Today happens to be one of those days, and excitement glitters in your bloodstream as you realize he’s seated across from you. The rush of seeing him always feels like its own reward, some kind of cosmic sign that the day is going to be a good one.

And then the train stops moving.

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[mrs-solo-walker]

Promis - August,

Warning : explicit smut, mention of blood, wounds, 18+

Words : 2779

August escapes from the helicopter before the hydraulic hoses break, with last power he can save himself from Hunt and arrives badly injured in New York.

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Promis? Promis!

“Walker, you only ever show up here when you need something from me. I’m not one of your little whores who welcome you back with open arms.

I have better things to do than to keep patching you up only to disappear again without a word, and last year you disappeared completely.”

His expression darkened, August couldn’t stand being criticized at all and certainly not now, he reached for her arm.

“What are you going to do Walker are you going to break it for me? If you want me to look at it and treat it I’m going to need it.”

He let go of her.

“You’re still not afraid of me.” His deep brown eyes flashed.

His voice still gave her goosebumps, as deep as if a demon lived inside him. Probably he was that demon himself. A good looking one had to let Mother Nature, with him she wanted to show what she had. He knew his effect on the ladies. Good looks paired with charm and a demonic soul that could not have been more sadistic that went over dead bodies as long as it served his cause.

“Fuck you Walker, have you looked at yourself in the mirror? Go take a shower and we’ll see.”

Abi closed the bathroom door behind him and heard him gasp followed by a loud fuck, fuck, fuck. He seemed to have been hit worse than usual.

She prepared everything to fix him up and waited. Abi looked out the window into the gloomy rainy weather. It was on a day like this five years ago that she met Walker in New York.

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“Such lousy weather.”

She leaned against the counter of a diner and ordered coffee from a pimply teen.

“Excuse me?”

“I said a large coffee with milk and sugar please.”

Bored, he poured coffee into a paper cup.

“Awesome cardboard.” She thought to herself and abruptly the anticipation of a good coffee disappeared.

“Milk and sugar is right there, that’ll be four dollars.”

“Can I take that?”

Walker smiled at her, his deep brown eyes shining. What a mountain of a man in a damn good fitting suit that suggested a well-toned body.

“Thanks but how do I get the honor.”

“You’re the first friendly face I’ve seen all day.”

His voice was barely audible but palpable. Abi was confused, she felt a tingling all over her body what the hell was that.

“Let’s sit down.” Walker pointed to a free table by the window.

That tone of voice, she took a deep breath to continue to concoct.

“August, August Walker.”

“Abigail Bennet.”

“And what are you up to Abigail Bennet when you’re not drinking bad coffee out of a paper cup in a diner in bad weather.”

“I’m sitting in the diner three blocks away drinking good coffee in the patio in sunny weather.”

"I'd love to take you out to dinner, but I have an appointment right now that will take about an hour. What do you say I pick you up later?" He touched her hand with his index finger.

Without giving it a second thought, she wrote her address and phone number on a napkin for him.

“You’re welcome.”

“I’m sure we can get better coffee there, too.”

They said goodbye on the street. What had just happened? She had never just given out her address and phone number like that before. This guy absolutely had charisma.

When he rang her doorbell later, she invited him in.

“We both know where this is going to end up, do we want to skip dinner? Walker took off his coat and loosened his tie. He didn’t wait for an answer from Abi, but pushed her against the wall.

“Well?”

As Abi was about to answer, he kissed her and slipped his hand into her panties.

“You seem to have been waiting for me.”

His index finger rubbed her clit.

She moaned out.

“Do you want me to stop? I don’t think so, though. Do you? Turn around.”

He pressed her face against the wall, Abi heard him unbuckle his belt and before she could realize that her most secret fantasy was just coming true he was penetrating her centimeter by centimeter. He had a huge cock that he hammered into her over and over again with powerful thrusts.

“Do you want to come? Go ahead, beg me to let you come. You want it, I can feel it.”

“Please, let me come… please.”

As he thrust he touched her clit again and gave her what she asked for as she stood against the wall with soft, trembling knees trying to get her breath back, he was breathing heavier and with a deep groan he came into her.

They didn’t go out to dinner that night, nor did they leave her apartment for the next three days.

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“Abi, Abigail? Where the fuck are you with your thoughts?”

She startled when she noticed him.

“Sit down. Let’s see what we have here.”

His body was littered with deep wounds, grazes and bruises one larger than the other. Abi put some swabs in a bowl and soaked them with disinfectant.

He puffed through them.

“Fuck. Damn.”

“That’s going to take some time to heal. I’ll have to stitch up the two big ones and from the looks of it you definitely bruised two ribs massively, if not broken. Walker what did you get into?”

“Helicopter crash and Hunt. Damn. Can I stay with you for a few days?”

“Hold on I’ll be right back.” Abi went into the next room.

“Well who’s up baby boy are you hungry?”

Walker heard from the baby monitor that was on the table. He went after her and stood in the open doorway.

“Is that yours?”

“It is.”

“How old?”

“Just under three months. Sit down, I’ll be right back for you.”

Walker sat down grasping his side in pain.

“Fuck, you got something for the pain there?”

“I did. Wait a minute.”

She cradled him and Walker watched, completely fascinated. Abi sat down on the rocking chair and gave him a breast.

“What’s his name?

“Eli Walker Bennet.”

“Walker?”

“It’s not unusual for boys to be named like their daddy.”

“Say that again.”

"His name is like his daddy"

“Is that what it means?”

“That’s what it means. You August Walker, you’re his daddy.”

“Fuck.”

“That’s what I thought when I got the positive test in my hand.”

“Are you sure?”

“Mister I’ve only slept with you for the last five years.”

“Why didn’t you come forward?”

“I have, three times, once when I found out, then in between, and the last time I went into labor. If you never check your voicemail it’s not my fault.”

“Damn. And you never considered abortion?”

“Not for a second, I couldn’t have you in my life, but I could have your child.”

Abi buttoned up, laid the baby on her belly, and put a blanket over him. Walker stared at the two of them. Smiled and shook his head.

“And all this now of all times.”

“Don’t worry about it, you’re not obligated to anything. Not to him, let alone to me. That was a decision I made solely for me. And you Walker have never been one for interpersonal relationships and longer-term bonds, you’ve made that clear to me often enough.”

Abi put Eli back to bed as he slept.

“Come let him sleep.”

“Just a minute.”

Walker stood by the bed and stroked his cheek.

“You do have human emotions after all.”

“Fuck. Don’t make me laugh. Fuck.”

Walker walked up to Abi, grabbed her by the arm and went to kiss her, Abi pulled his head away. Abi wanted to kiss him, wanted to tell him she wanted him by her side, that she loved him. But she kept silent, by now she knew it was better to keep her mouth shut and not reveal so much of her inner self.

“Come sew you.”

Abi anesthetized the areas as well as possible, cleaned everything thoroughly, stitched and bandaged him, gave him painkillers.

“Here take these and then go to sleep. From the looks of you, you haven’t gotten much of that in the last few days either.”

“Thank you.”

He gave her a kiss on the cheek and went to lie down on the sofa.

“No nothing off to the bedroom with you. If you need anything let me know.”

Walker dragged himself to the bedroom, this time it had gotten him really bad very bad.

And if Ethan Hunt and thus the IMF were involved he had much bigger problems than just his physical condition.

When Abi checked on him in between, he was sound asleep, not even noticing her fetching pillows and blankets. The night was quiet, Eli slept on her stomach as usual. When she woke up because he was whining, she noticed Walker sitting across from her on the coffee table, watching her.

“Quiet. I need to change his diaper, I’ll be right back.”

By the time she sat back down on the sofa, Eli was in a really bad mood and yelling.

“You’re not going fast enough again, you must get that from Daddy.”

Walker grinned. Abi nursed Eli.

“Well go with us.”

Abi took a breath.

“How long have you been sitting here?”

“A while. Seeing you like this has been the most peaceful thing in a long time.”

“Come on Walker go back to bed. We’re doing fine without you.”

“Maybe. but I no longer without you.”

“Now slow down, you’re full of painkillers don’t say anything you might have to take back because you’re not sorry for anything.”

Walker puffed.

“Hmmm I guess I deserved that.”

He stood up and dragged himself to the bedroom. After Eli fell back asleep she brought the crib into the living room and laid him in it. Her sleep was dreamless but restful for the first time in a long time, she was awakened by babbling and giggling. When she opened her eyes Walker was bent over the cradle laughing at the top of his lungs.

“You guys seem to be having fun.”

“Did we wake you?”

“No, no.”

Abi stretched and yawned.

“Dry he is, I don’t have the equipment for the rest.”

“Great. Can you watch him for five minutes.”

“Sure, take your time.”

Abi went to the shower just a quick shower and hair wash all in one, pure luxury.

When Abi came back into the living room Walker had fallen asleep with Eli on his stomach like she always did.

Tears were in her eyes, this was what she always wanted, but knowing this would all be short lived was worse than never having seen it.

Abi found it hard to get away from that image, but she had to, now.

As she dressed in the bedroom, Walker stood in the doorway.

“The Pregnancy has made you even more beautiful.”

“Please get out.”

“You sure?”

He eyed her from bottom to top.

“All right.”

For the first time since she’d known him, he accepted the first No. Was hell freezing over, or what was happening here right now.

The thought was abruptly interrupted by Eli’s screaming.

“I’m coming, I’m coming. Hey baby boy, that hungry? Well, let’s go.”

She took the little screaming bundle out of the crib and gave him the breast.

Walker put a pillow in her back.

“Better?”

“Yes thank you.”

The man was suddenly caring; she wouldn’t be surprised if bloody rain fell from the sky.

“When Eli is asleep I’ll change your bandages. Who messed you up like that?”

“I fucked up thoroughly, fuck. There’s probably every intelligence agency in the world behind me here.”

“Oh, and you don’t know any better than to come to me?”

“Abi if I’d known that, I wouldn’t have come.”

“I can guess that.”

“Not because we have the baby. It’s because we don’t want to endanger you.”

“Because we have the baby? Walker you should think about what you’re saying very carefully.”

Abi stroked Eli’s back and looked deeply into Walker’s eyes, for the first time he couldn’t withstand it and looked away her heart pounded to her throat. She put her hand on his cheek, Walker snuggled up.

“Walker what’s wrong with you?”

The man kneeling in front of her, resting his head in her lap was not the August Walker she knew. Walker was strong, never showing weakness, never showing what was really going on inside him.

Abi stroked through his full curly brown hair.

“Walker, let me put Eli down.”

“Just a minute.”

“Walker. Look at me.”

His dark brown eyes looked tired. No trace of the usually deep unfathomable sparkle.

“What?”

He said nothing, just looked at her. Abi stroked him on the back.

“Come on, I need to check your bandages.”

Walker stood up with a groan.

“Fuck damn.”

Abi laid Eli down in the crib, sound asleep.

“Take a deep breath in and out. Is that okay?”

“Yeah it doesn’t feel like it’s broken, more like a massive bruise and sore muscles.”

“So far so good. Sit down.”

Carefully, Abi pulled off the bandages.

“That all looks pretty good. But six to eight weeks especially with the ribs, you’ll be out of commission. I’m going to see if I can get some antibiotics just to be safe.”

“You know I never ask, I take what I want, but can I stay with you?”

“Sure.”

Walker tried to hug her, Abi blocked him, that among other things was one of her weak points, once she was in his arms almost crushed by his enormous biceps and put her head against his hairy powerful chest, his smell in her nose she couldn’t think straight.

“Fuck Abi what’s your problem?”

“Like you really care Walker, just keep your hands off me. I’m going to go lay down now too as long as Eli is sleeping, it’s probably going to be a restless night.”

Abi pushed the cradle into the bedroom lay down and a few moments later she was asleep.

Eli started to whine so she got him into bed with her.

The door opened quietly and Walker entered the room.

“I heard the baby and came to check on you guys.”

“You should get some sleep, too.”

“It’s okay.”

“Lie down here, the sofa isn’t that comfortable now.”

They both lay facing each other in the middle the baby it couldn’t have been nicer.

Abi looked at the two most important men in her life. It hurt her so much that she started to cry bitterly. She pressed her face into the blanket so that neither the baby woke up nor Walker heard anything.

“Tell me what’s wrong, Princess.”

“Walker leave your false interest, I have no nerve for your games. My concerns and needs have never really interested you. Let’s leave it at that.

“I have always attended to your needs with absolute satisfaction.”

“Quite unselfishly, of course.”

Abi reached for a tissue.

“Of course not, but you can’t deny that your body sang when I fucked you.”

“I’ve always been an open book to you.”

“Open and willing. You should have seen how fantastic my cock looked in your pussy. I even still have the videos.”

Abi noticed how she blushed and Walker laughed.

“You were always special to me that way.”

“But it was never enough for anything more.”

She cried bitterly into her blanket.

Walker sat down with her and took the blanket from her.

“Princess.”

He put his index finger under her chin, lifted it, wiped away her tears.

“Listen to me, I’m going to say this exactly once. Got it?”

Abi nodded. Her whole body shook.

“I will take care of you and the baby, no one will ever be able to come between us, trust me and now kiss the hell out of me.”

Abi hesitated. She wanted to believe him so badly but after all this time and without even a sign of life from him.

“I thought I had lost you.”

“I will never leave you alone longer than necessary again.”

Eli reported, after three hours of sleep he probably had a full diaper and an empty stomach.

Abi wiped tears from her face and took Eli in her arms.

“You two are my priority, I promise.”

Walker kissed her whether she wanted to or not, and finally she gave in. She had longed for his soft lips for far too long.

“I’ve missed you so much Walker.”

“Now I’m back and it’s going to be okay.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

#August Walker #smut #henry cavill

[sebastianstansqueen]

Roses and Skulls

A/N: Okay so I'm thinking of make this a series but I"m posting it as a one shot to see how you guys like it, feedback is always appreciated, if you want to be Tagged, either send an ask or comment on this or click on Taglist open.

Wordcount: 1,165

Warnings:  Angst, I think that is all actually

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Bucky woke up and got ready for work, putting on a pressed suit, a rolex and loafers, then he headed out, as he drove into the busy and bustling city of the center of New York, and like expected the street was crowded by cars as he honked his horn passively with his head leaning against the window, he watched as a woman in a light pink dress with little dots of a very light yellow in the center of white flowers she had y/h/c hair, and looked very cherry, his intense blue eyes followed her as she walked down the street, as she practically skipped on the sidewalk, he was confused by your demeanor in New York there weren’t many people like her. 

You walked down the street when the blair of multiple horns honked because of the traffic you huffed at the noise but you continued as if nothing had bothered you, you got to your destination which was a small coffee shop on the corner, where your friend was waiting to have coffee and breakfast with you, she waved at you as you walked in. “Did you order?” You asked her as you sat at the counter across from the window. 

She nodded. “Yeah, I got your um vanilla thing, and a chocolate glazed donut, for you.” 

“No espreso?” You said with a small smik knowing that usually people didn’t think about doing that. 

“Yep, Y/n, you act like I don’t know you.” She scoffed. 

You smiled. “You said you wanna ask me something, and it couldn’t wait for over the phone?” 

She smiled knowing whatever she was going to say was possibly contervutal. “Well, tonight I wanna go to the down below, with Wanda, Pietro, and possibly you.” 

“​​Caitlin.” You sighed. “You know how my dad feels about me going to clubs.

She rolled her eyes. “You're twenty-two, you can make your own decisions.” She sighed with irritation. 

“Haha.” You said sarcastically. “Don’t act like you don’t know who he is.”  

She looked at you challenging you. “Let's head to your house, I’ll convince him.” 

“Alright, if you can I’ll go with the three of you tonight.” You smirked. 

She stood up, just as the waitress came up with the paisterys and drinks, you slipped your donut off of the plate grabbing the light colored drink, the two of you walked out of the small cafe with what she had bought both of you got into her car and she headed to your dad’s place.

She eventually pulled up to the large mansion, which had a classic look to it, almost looking like a castle, she parked on the rock driveway, practically running into the home. “Stark, where are you!” She called out, the housekeeper looked at her with bewilderment, but not shock, ​​Caitlin was a second daughter to your father, and she would walk in as if it were her own home. 

“​​Caitlin, what’s going on where's Y/n? She said she was meeting up with yo-” Your father was cut off by the woman. 

“Yeah she’s probably just coming in, um I want her to come with me, Wanda, and Piet, she’ll be safe, we're just going to have fun.” ​​Caitlin explained avoiding the part that it's a club. 

He huffed. “You’ll have her back before midnight?” ​​Caitlin nodded. “Fine she can go with the three of you.” ​​Caitlin jumped up and down in excitement. 

Bucky finished an irritatingly long meeting that morning along with moving in and out of other meetings, once he was finally back in his office along with a half full glass of scotch, he sat in the brown leather wing back chair and watched the sun start to set, the door opened. “Steve I swear to god if you-” “There’s nothing else on the schedule, you're good to leave.” Steve informed him. 

Bucky shook his head, throwing back the drink. “Let's go to the down below, I wanna go out and relax, with drinks and girls.” He huffed. 

“We can do that.” Steve smirked. 

You walked into the club wearing an uncomfortably short blue dress, you pulled it down to mid thigh, and you felt like everyone was staring at your ass specifically, but you drank and had fun with your friends, dancing on the large floor as dark colored lights lit up the room.

Bucky’s eyes had watched her all night; she looked familiar but couldn’t place his finger on it, he watched as you walked up to the bar for the third time that night and this is when he took his next move, he headed up to her as she got a very sugary drink, he looked at it with confusion. “Nice choice.” 

You almost froze at the deep voice that just spoke. “Um yeah, I really don’t like the burn of alcohol.” You laughed nervously. 

“I’m Bucky.” He spoke smoothly.

“I’m uh Y/n.” You smiled at him. 

He eyed you. “Are you all right?” He asked noticing the heels you wore. 

“Oh I’m fine, you don’t need to worry, I’m just going to sit down with my friends right now actually.” You shrugged, about to walk off. 

“Hey, come on I can get you and your friends a nice seat, in the VIP section.” He offered. “I know the owner.” “Um a-actually I think we’re about to leave so, I’ve gotta go.” You rushed as you spoke. “I really shouldn't, um yeah.”  

You got back to the table, Caitlin looked at you with a smirk. “Who was that man, he’s cute.” She purred. 

“I wanna go home ​​Caitlin, he said he knows the owner, who do you think the owner is?” You asked incredulously. 

“Well I know for one, It’s Barnes.” Wanda shrugged. 

​​Caitlin glared at her friend, your face dropped. “Y/n let me-” “No ​​Caitlin I think you’ve done enough.” You hissed, marching out of the club, not in the mood for a good time any longer. 

Bucky turned to Natasha. “I want a file of her on my desk by tomorrow.” 

You had called an uber to pick you up and it drove you back to your house, your anger and irritation grew as you thought about the fact that ​​Caitlin could have put you in danger if James Barnes was there tonight at the club without a second thought, you tipped the driver extra for being quick you walked in side with your heels in your hand, your feet padded on the soft but cold surface of the floor in the walkway. “Y/n?” Your dad called out.

“Yeah?” You asked, not really wanting him to see you at the moment. 

“Did you have fun?” He asked from the living room. 

You huffed. “Yeah.” It wasn’t a lie up until the end you did have fun. 

“Where did you go?” He asked. 

“Uh a party.” You huffed before walking upstairs. 

Bucky walked into his office and there laid a folder, labeled ‘classified’.

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[pointreyesjournal]

The Amnesiac : ep09

Monday

I could spend hours extolling the virtues of a fine feather pillow and a matching duvet. When I was in upstate New York attending college, I would occasionally sleep with a girl whose parents made a fortune on Wall Street. For her sixteenth birthday, her parents gifted her an Icelandic eiderdown duvet, made from the down collected from the abandoned nests of eider ducks. Because the ducks left the materials behind it’s considered harm-free and vegan. The entire annual world’s supply of eiderdown would fit into a single shipping container. She loved her eiderdown, and would undress and lay facedown in the plushness of the blanket warming up her ass with a purple bejeweled butt plug as she waited for me to take her from behind. We would light candles, drink cheap wine and screw through those long cold New York winter nights. Like the Ass Conqueror of Iceland, there was certain barbaric pleasure in giving a girl anal sex on top of a duvet that costs more than a second hand car. The whole experience taught me that even the dearest things should be used to be appreciated … the girl and the eiderdown. When I graduated with my MBA, I bought two big ticket items with the student loan money remaining in my college account, a used Ducati motorcycle and a brand new eiderdown duvet. The eiderdown cost twice as much as the Ducati, so when I invite a lady over for a ride, it’s on the Ducati. The eiderdown is just for me.

The migraine seems to be gone when I wake up, so I decide to go to the gym. One upside to living in the middle of a little town is that most everything is walkable. The gym, coffee shop, grocery store, and Irish pub are all easily within striking distance on foot. The walk to the gym is just far enough that I can guiltlessly convince myself to skip cardio, and close enough that I can walk home to shower and get dressed. The badge scanner at the gym counter rejects my swipe with the message “SEE CASHIER.” The guy working the front desk tells me that my credit card was declined and that it looks like I need to update my card. But, since I have until the 6th of the month to pay up, he lets me workout with the promise to pay next time. The mysterious lump on my head is still pretty tender, so I don’t sent any weightlifting world records this morning. I go through motions of curls, core and bench press, but my mind is already on coffee.

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[kagaz-ki-kashti]

Hello! My pronouns are she/her. If you are able—I’m an upcoming nursing student (soon to be nurse hopefully!) with an aesthetic that may not match the career. I’m a mixture of light academia, with a love for warm earth tones like soft brown, cream, burn’t orange and sage green! I can see myself skipping the streets of New York however, the thought of working at a bookstore with a coffee in Edinburgh, Scotland does not sound too shabby either. I think it honestly depends on the day hehe! Make a mood board if you will from your own interpretations with that info! Have a wonderful day all the while <3

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[papaya-047]

The Girl Who Never Really Knew - p.p

summary: After the spell, y/n had felt like something was missing. College was lonely but that changed when she met him all over again.  pairing: mcu!peter parker x f!reader word count: 1.5k tags: nwh spoilers, fluff, set before & after nwh,  a/n: I’m in love with Peter Parker and I have been since I was 11. This was lowkey inspired by ‘falling in love in a coffee shop’ by Landon Pigg.

The library in your high school was always crowded, but no one was ever really working. It was just a meeting stop to gossip or to make out. So you always found it strange that Peter always invited you there to do one thing and one thing only. Actually study.

“Why did we need to study here? Couldn’t we have gone to your place?” you asked, frustrated by the sounds of whispers and people kissing behind the bookshelf.

“Let’s be real. If we went to my place, we wouldn’t study,” Peter said, not taking his eyes away from his notes.

“Ah, but do we really need to study? You’re basically a genius, and I’m not in the class you have a test for,” you smirked, raising your eyebrows, trying to hint at your boyfriend that the both of you could be doing something more fun with your time.  

He finally looked at you, putting together the pieces of what you were suggesting. “Who am I to say no to such a beautiful girl, with such a reasonable request?” you smiled at him. “Just let me finish this chapter and I’ll swing there as fast as I can, okay?”

“See you at your place then?” you asked, leaning on the table over your boyfriend’s homework.

“Not if I see you first.” after a kiss on the cheek, you quickly went to Peter’s place. You could catch up with May, or steal more of his clothes. But he wouldn’t be long, considering he had a transportation advantage over you. You still rushed to get to his place before he could finish his work.

That was the day you realized that you loved him. You didn’t know why that was it, but it was. Maybe it was the realization that you were practically skipping down the street with a smile from ear to ear. But that day, you knew that you would never let him go.

At least, you used to know.

Your head rested in your palms, trying to counteract the stress of staring at this screen for over two hours. Your legs were heavy as they stuck to your seat and your back ached from the slouched position you had maintained while completing this assignment. You were hungry, thirsty, but most importantly, you were tired of sitting at your desk.

You lugged yourself out of your dorm, headphones blocking the busy sounds of New York. Usually you didn’t go off-campus, mainly out of laziness. Still, something had possessed you to try a different approach than the Starbucks just outside of your residency. A coffee shop across the street caught your attention, with no giant signs declaring new overly expensive and unnecessary drinks that nobody asked for, or the sound of teenage girls trying to come across as mature. It was perfect.

A bell rang as you opened the door to the cafe. It was peaceful, warm, cozy. You were glad you decided to leave campus. The cafe was filled with plants and soft lighting. You were planning on being quick, ordering a black coffee and leaving. However, something about the atmosphere beckoned you to relax for a moment, a moment you desperately needed. You were greeted with a warm smile, which surprised you considering the usual pattern of customer service in New York City. An older woman stood on the other side of the cash register, “What can I get you, dear?”

That was when he saw you. While your face was scrunched in thought, trying to decide what to order. He felt weird staring, but he couldn’t take his eyes away from you. Your hair in a lazily put-together in a messy bun and you wore the most comfortable shoes you could afford. He noticed how tired you were, but you smiled in conversation with the woman across from you despite that. He was lost in thought for a moment, debating whether or not to introduce himself, but his thoughts were interrupted by your voice.

“Hey… is this seat taken?” you said in a soft tone.

“Oh yes, I mean No! No, you can take it if you want,” you laughed at his awkwardness.

“Mind if I join you?” he seemed surprised by your question. “I’m sorry, you probably wanna be left alone I’ll sit on the stools instead,” you cursed to yourself, trying to back out of the situation.

“No, no, no, please sit. I could use some company.” his smile made you feel warm, and you bit back your own smile that was trying to creep its way to your face. So you sat on the cushioned sofa chair next to him.

“I’m Y/N, by the way, Y/N Y/L/N,” you stuck out your hand for him to shake. His face fell for a moment as he hesitated to touch you. But he quickly covered it with a smile and shook your hand.

“I’m Peter, Peter Parker.”

“Are you in school, Peter Parker?” you asked, sipping away the latte art that the old woman insisted on making for you.

“Uh ya, Empire State. You?”

“Me too,” you said excitedly, “We’ve probably crossed paths hundreds of times at this point.”

“You have no idea,” Peter mumbled to himself as he took a sip of his own coffee. “So do you live on residence?” he asked, trying to find some segway from small talk to actual conversation.

“Yep, how about you?”

“No, I have an apartment off-campus,”

“Roommates?”

“Nope.”

“Lucky! I have two, and they’re the definition of crackhead energy. You know those girls that’ll jump off a roof if you point a camera at them?” Peter nodded, sipping his drink once more, “Well, that’s basically them. They have brought their loud-ass friends into our dorm at the most ungodly hours of the night. I haven’t had a good sleep in a very long time.” you admitted, you didn’t know why you had become so comfortable talking to this complete stranger so quickly.

“Why don’t you just crash at a friend’s place?”

“I would if I had the option.” you laughed at your current situation.

“Don’t have very generous friends?”

“I didn’t have that many friends in high school, and let me tell you, nothing has changed. I can count all my friends on one hand, and none of them go to Empire State.”

“So you don’t have any friends?” he asked with a smirk on his face.

“Well, don’t act so shocked,” you said sarcastically. “Would I be joining a complete stranger for breakfast if I did?”

“Fair enough,”

You could see that something was bothering him. He continuously tried to hide his dejected looks with a smile. Still, it always made its way back to his face. But he seemed to eat up all of your words. He listened so intently to everything you said. Taking in your features as if they’re the only thing at the cafe.

Peter had almost forgotten how much he missed the sound of your laugh. All he wanted to do was make you laugh again. And here you were, in front of him, laughing at some dumb quip he made. He knew you weren’t the best at flirting, but he could always tell when you were trying to. And right in front of his eyes, you were doing it. Something he never thought he’d see again; your attempts at flirty banter followed by an apology at how absurd you thought you sounded, the way you leaned towards him instead of away when you laughed, the way you couldn’t stop tucking your hair behind your ears and quickly pulling it back out to frame your face, the way you bite your lip but hid behind your hand. His heart fluttered for the first time since you stopped knowing.

“So… Peter,” you tucked your hair behind your ears once more, “um do-, would you wanna-, could I-” you didn’t know why you were stuttering, you never stuttered this much.

“Are you trying to ask for my number love?” Peter asked softly. Your heart did summersaults when he called you ‘love’.

You laughed at your own awkwardness. “Can I have your number, Peter Parker?” “Hmmmmm,” he brought a finger to his chin as if to mime that he was thinking, “No.”

You smacked his arm, hoping he didn’t see how red you’d gotten from the nickname he used, “Rude!” you laughed at his overdramatic gestures.

“Oh, come on, you know I’m joking. Of course, you can have my number, Y/N Y/L/N,”

You traded phones. You took a picture for his contacts, scrunching your nose. When Peter’s phone was returned to him, he saw your contact read ‘Hot Girl From Cafe ;).’ He thought to himself how very on-brand that was for you. But all you could think about was familiar he felt to you and why did every fibre in your body want to wrap him in a hug.

“So, I’ll see you around?” he asked.

“Not if I see you first.”

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[marvelmusingsbyhertz]

Yellow

A/N: I rewatched The Winter Soldier and my deeprooted love for this golden puppy-boy reemerged like Cthulhu out of water. I’m not sorry.

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: Language, fluff

Steve Rogers is a simple man. He doesn’t need much in his life, especially after coming out of the ice and stepping into a new world, where nothing was really recognizable. Everything except for New York’s small streets was different. Those still reminded him of the days of fights, bruised knuckles and cheeks and the everlasting ache in his bones.

He reached his apartment and took the stairs in three, single strides. Music flowed out from somewhere on the landing and he couldn’t help but chuckle. She always did leave her door open, no matter how many times he’d told her it was a recipe for disaster. He strolled to her door, which sure enough, was open and soft music flowed from the living room at the same time as the setting sun. She danced into view, stuttering and stilling her movements as she saw Steve outside of the door. She was wearing a yellow sundress.

“Hiya, Captain.” She smiled widely at him. He raised his eyebrows at her and leaned against her door frame.

“How many times have I told you to call me Steve?” She grinned at him and shrugged.

“Probably as many times as I told you that I’m never gonna.” He shook his head and pointed at the door.

“You’ll get robbers.” She snickered.

“How could I, when I have the protector of the world as my neighbour? Nobody would even dare try.” He smiled at her. She was like the sun contained in this bright yellow sundress, beaming at him and warming his face. She reminded him of strawberry ice cream, the soft, fluffy kind that made your cheeks sing.

“Anyway, I’m heading out.” She took her coat from the hanger and gave him a dazzling smile. He moved away from her door and smiled back at her, moving to his own door.

“Uhm…” She turned to him and looked at him with a slight uncertainty. “Uh, so I… Well, do you need anything? I’ll go by the store on my way back, so it’s not trouble at all, really.” She gave him a small smile. His heart beat just a little faster at that. That sundress was just about his favourite thing on this planet.

“Uh, actually I’m out of coffee. Do you mind?” He asked, fully aware of the two full containers of coffee in his pantry. If it meant her coming and knocking on his door, he’d be happy.

“Anything in particular?” She asked with a glint in her eyes. He shook his head.

“Anything is good. It’s, uh…” He ran a hand through his hair. “Anything is better than 30’s coffee, which was pretty much just water with a sour aftertaste.” She giggled.

“Anything it is, then. See you later, Captain.” “Steve.” He said with a chuckle.

“Don’t think so.” And so she skipped down the hallway and down the stairs, out of sight from him. He chuckled to himself and went inside his own apartment, shrugging his jacket off and throwing it on the dining table.

The sun was setting in the horizon and Steve went to the window, eyes trained at the high rises and the reflection of the sun. It was a prism of colour, a rainbow cascading down on the city. He liked to see the sun setting and rise, a steady constant in his life and had been since 1918. It was nice to remember the days back.

A quiet, soft knock sounded from his front door and he realised he’d been standing in front of the window, watching the sun set completely, and he shook his legs a little as he walked the short distance from the window to the front door, opening it with a smile. She stood in front of him, 3 full bags of coffee in her hands and an apologetic smile. He raised an eyebrow at her.

“Couldn’t choose?” She shrugged and grinned.

“I don’t really drink coffee, so I have no idea which one is good.” She said, handing him the bags. He chuckled.

“Well this one…” He held one of the bags up. “Is barely coffee. It’s decaf.” She rolled her eyes. “Maybe your heart can’t handle the caffeine, Cap.” she smirked.

“Pffht, my heart can handle pretty much everything.” He retorted, very aware that said heart was in his throat. She swayed a little on her feet.

“So, I’ll just…” She pointed to her apartment with a small smile.

“Uhm, yeah, but, uh, you could come in and have… Uh, have a cup of coffee?” he felt his face heat up and damned the fucking serum for not taking care of that fact.

She grinned and quirked an eyebrow at him.

“I just told you that I don’t drink coffee, and you’re inviting me to drink it? Are you trying to poison me?” She asked jokingly.

“Ah, shit, I didn’t…” He glanced at his kitchen. “Uh, can I invite you in for a glass of water?” She laughed with her whole body. The yellow sundress danced around her like the wind caught it.

“How about a beer? Or six?” She grabbed the grocery bag from behind her and pulled out a sickpack with a triumphant grin. He smiled widely at her.

“Now that’s my girl.” He opened the door wider and let her step inside. She took in the space around her, setting the beers next to his jacket on the table and glanced at his office and living room.

“I’ve always wondered what Captain Steve Rogers spent his free time on, y’know, when he’s not out killing bad guys.” She said pointing to the easel and half-finished painting there. “Now I know.” He smiled and led her to the office, where the easel stood and just about every square inch was filled with paintings, pencil drawings, charcoal drawings and splatters of paint. She touched the pile of pencil sketches gently and with awe, looking at him. “May I?” She asked softly. He nodded, simply not in a position to ever tell her no.

She looked through them, each sketch had her finger dance over the motif and she looked at him with a beaming smile.

“You’re amazing.” He shrugged.

“Nah, it just keeps out the nightmares.” He said nonchalantly. She glanced at him before going back to the pile of drawings.

“Better than punching a guy, I suppose.” she mumbled before her fingers stopped at a particular sketch of an open door. She glanced at him and he once again felt his cheeks heat up. Stupid blood.

“Is this mine?” He cleared his throat.

“Beer?” She didn’t press it further but nodded and followed him to the table and accepted the beer from him before sitting down. He sat down opposite her, a jitter in his body that he hadn’t felt since he was twenty. Silence fell between them as they sipped their beer.

“Y’know what my favourite part of my day is?” She asked, glancing at the dark window. He shook his head and she smiled before taking another sip.

“You coming to tell me off about my open door.” she grinned at him. “It’s pretty much the only communication we have, but it’s the best part of my day.” she nodded a little, agreeing with herself.

He couldn’t help the smile, not even if he had half a mind to hide it. The yellow sundress billowed around her legs.

“Yeah?” she nodded again, still not looking at him. “It’s mine too.” She finally looked at him, her eyes alight with the sun.

“Really?” He nodded and ran a hand through his hair.

“Really. It’s…” He sighed and chuckled a little. “It’s a sense of normality I haven’t had in about 100 years.” She laughed. “Ah, normality in a world where aliens fight super soldiers and you have a friend that shoots red lasers from her hands.”

“Don’t forget the winged man and the tin-can.” She nodded.

“Can’t forget those.”

He sat for a while, pulling the label from the now empty beer bottle. “Listen, uh, I…” He tried, his voice cracking. She waited patiently with a smirk playing on the corner of her lips.

“I haven’t, y’know… This is fucking hard, jesus.” He grinned a little. “I haven’t dated in a while.” He glanced at her. She was just looking at him. “So, I, uh, thought that maybe… I don’t know, maybe you wanted to… fucking hell…” He ran a hand through his hair again and she tried to hide a giggle behind a cough.

“Captain Rogers, are you trying to ask me out on a date?” He blushed. “Yeah, I guess I am.” She pursed her lips, a laugh hiding behind her eyes.

“I guess I’ll have to get used to calling you Steve, then.” He beamed.

“I guess you do.”

Her yellow sundress made her smile even brighter than a thousand suns.

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[seabass17]

All that’s left | Pt. 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem! Reader

A/n: So, this is... a different reader in comparison from the one in the first part but I kinda like it? Anyway, Im considering making a third part and im thinking it'll contain some smut. I used google translator so please don't judge me. Tell me what you think. Happy reading.

All that's left pt. 1

Warnings: angst, mentions of scars, swearing, implied smut?

Word count: 3.263

Summary: After moving from her life in New York, away from the Avengers and him, she finds happiness and a life that she actually enjoys, but that seems to last little when she spots the familiar jet on the roof of the building she lives in. Is she ready to face them? To face him?

*Three months later*

The warm air surrounding my body made me take a deep breath and unconsciously smile. I was happy, I was free, I was whole. I was with my neighbor drinking coffee in our usual spot, which was a cafe near the main street of the place that I decided was going to become my new home.

“Продолжай рассказывать мне о своем боссе, который сводит тебя с ума” (Keep on telling me about your boss who drives you crazy) Andrei said making me laugh and shake my head.

“Не о чем говорить, он просто засранец, который дает мне слишком много работы и заставляет меня плакать” (Nothing to talk about, he's just an asshole who gives me too much work and makes me want to cry) I laughed. I had met Andrei a week after I moved in and there was an immediate connection. No, it wasn’t in a romantic one, god no, we were just really good friends that had a lot in common.

“Now now, that was not what i saw the other day when i went to pick you up from work” He said with a playful smirk plastered on his light brown face. I gasped, a fake indignant expression on my face while my hand went to my chest. He laughed loudly. “Don’t play that card, I saw you!” he added

“I don’t know what you are talking about” I said, trying to fight the smile that tried to come out but failing miserably, we both laughed.

He and I had become quite close in the little time that we had known each other. He was an American with a Russian name. He explained that his mother was from the states while his father was a russian spy, they fell in love against all odds and eventually, Andrei was brought to this world. When he was fifteen his father died and he and his mom went to America, where he finished high school and surprisingly, entered the military. He did two tours before he decided that he had enough and returned to Russia. Hence why he could speak both Russian and English fluently. As for me, I told him that I was in some sort of organization that worked for the government, and that’s why I knew russian. He believed me, thank God,  I didn’t want to talk about how I was part of the Avengers and why I left. Obviously I will tell him when the time is right and I know that he can be fully trusted.

“Oh, come on Ames, are you going to tell me that you don’t like him one bit? Not in the slightest?” he asked, smiling and I shook my head. He stayed silent for a second and stared at me, like he was considering whether he should ask me something or keep quiet. “Is it because of him?” he finally asked, watching me closely to see my reaction. I felt my stomach twist at the mention of him. Of course it was because of him, because of them, I couldn’t afford getting hurt and betrayed one more time. Andrei didn’t know his name, or theirs for that matter, so I smiled weakly and nodded.

“Yeah, I know it sounds stupid but… I just can’t afford getting hurt, not again, not anymore” I said looking at my hands.

“I understand, believe me I do” he said, his hand reaching out to hold mine. I looked up to find his brown eyes looking for mine, I saw nothing but genuine love -the friendly kind- in them. I smiled and squeezed his hand. He was going to say something but his phone rang; a notification. He withdrew his hand to look at his phone and the moment he did, people around us started getting up and running in the same direction. I looked at him confused to find him frowning at his phone.

“What is it?” i asked.

“The Avengers are here…” He said and my heart skipped a beat and my body went rigid. Andrei noticed. “What 's wrong?”. Well, there’s no use keeping him from the truth anymore.

“So, remember when I told you that I worked for an organization for the government? Okay don’t freak out and hate me but, here it goes” I took a deep breath. “That organization was called The Red Room were they trained me from a very young age to be a perfect cold-blooded killer, years later i escaped and was on the run until i got a new identification, name, address, new everything and then joined the avengers to amend the wrongs I made in the past. To my luck, it didn’t go great because it ended up breaking me the same way The Red Room did, so I left to find a fresh start and came here where I met you. Please don’t hate me” I concluded in one breath. Andrei was silent with a straight face, which was hard to read, and eventually after a few seconds that felt like an eternity and shrugged his shoulders. WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN.

“Believe it or not, I've heard worse” he simply said

“Worse than finding out that your best friend is a train killer and former avenger?” i asked incredulously and he tilted his head and smirked

“US Agent mother and Russian spy father” He said. I laughed and he followed right after. “So, I'm guessing we are running away?” he asked. Say what now?

“We?” I asked, almost in shock to which he simply nodded, “You don’t think im just gonna let you go like that, please, is not that easy to get rid of me” he snorted. “And I'm supposing Amelia is not your real name either, given the fact that you ran off,” he added. Damn, he is good.

“Y/n, y/n y/l/n” I said and he slowly smiled

“Well y/n, nice to meet you, my name is Andrei Petrova” he said, extending his hand, i repeated his action with the same smile. “I’ve got to say, I like the name y/n more than Amelia '' he added and laughed. We were brought back to the matter at hand when the screaming of the people were getting louder. I snapped my head up and saw the familiar jet on the roof of the building where I was living.

“Here’s what we are going to do, I’m going to my apartment and buy us some time while you go get a car and,” i handed him my card “you are going to get all the money from my bank account. I will meet you in front of the cafe that’s two blocks away from my place”

“Are you going to be okay?” He asked with clear worry in his eyes. I smiled and nodded

“Yes, I promised. Now go” I said before he got up and ran. I sighed and went to my apartment. Was I really going to do this? After months, was I ready to face them, already knowing the truth? Well, guess I'm going to find out.

Once in the building I decided to programmed the lights to go out in 50 minutes and then I went to the elevator, wanting to appear as normal as possible even though I felt like my heart was going to explode from how fast it was beating inside my rib cage. When the elevator stopped at my floor I walked until I was standing in front of my door. I didn’t need to wait and confirm, I knew they knew I was here, now there’s only one thing left to do. But before I did anything, the door creaked open.

*10 hours earlier*

Bucky paced from one side to the other, finding himself incapable of staying put. Natasha sat silently on her chair, Tony was in the front with his head in between his hands, Steve was resting on the side of the wall looking at the floor, Bruce was just standing there holding his chin analyzing everyone in the room. Sam sat on the couch looking through his phone, Vision was sitting next to Wanda on the other couch, while Clint and Thor were sitting on the other chairs. Peter had some school stuff to deal with like the teenager that he was. They’ve been looking for her for the past three months, and about a week ago, a picture was found of someone that looked exactly like her, all except her hair that was a bit shorter and the color was different, but other than that, it was practically her.

Not wanting to get their hopes -or rather enthusiasm- up, they decided to look deeper and found out that the picture was taken a month ago in the city of Magadan located in Russia. They found out that before three months, the name Amelia Agapov, didn’t exist. The more they looked into it, the more they were convinced that it was her.

“The mission report from Agent Carter arrived, should i put it on the screen?” the voice of the AI filled the room. The team had been waiting for that report for days, the nerves of the question that lingered in the air ‘was it her?’ being present for that time only grew stronger as Stark asked FRIDAY to project the report on the screen.

Pictures were shown, most of them were about this woman buying in the market, having coffee with a guy, but there was one, where her face was looking straight into the lens of the camera, and it was that picture that left the people in the room absolutely rigid. It was her.

“We found her…” Tony said in a whisper. Everybody kept their gaze on the picture on the big screen. After months looking for her, they finally had found her. To everyone, it was like someone just discovered something new, a kind of relief and anxiety all at the same time.

“Suit up, we’re going to get her” Steve said to the group, but see, it was the choice of words from Cap that Bucky found unsettling.

“Get her? Like she is some kind of criminal?” he said, looking at his best friend dead in the eye. Steve opened his mouth to say something but Tony beat him to it.

“She was trained by The Red Room to be an assassin, we can expect nothing more from her '' He said, trying to calm Bucky down, but instead it only caused him to get angrier, and not only him.

“So was I” Natasha said, her voice low that could scare anyone to the bone if they weren’t so used to her.

"It's different" Tony said

“How is it different?” Wanda said this time, “It wasn’t when you practically recluded me after I helped Ultron and tried to kill you all” she added.

Tony sighed and looked down, realizing that he might be overreacting.

“Let’s just get suit up and get on with it” Steve said, cutting the rather awkward silence that filled the room.

The avengers were suit up and on the quinjet in less that forty-five minutes, and they were in Madagan in nine hours, it took them an hour to find her building, and once they found it, Clint landed the jet on the roof and they all got out and looked for her apartment. Funny enough, it was the same number as the one she used to live in New York; 108. They waited for what seemed an eternity until they heard footsteps just outside the door. Suddenly, the air felt thick with anticipation, but Bucky couldn’t wait any longer so he crossed the living room in two steps and opened the door. She was standing there. Silence took over the entire apartment until she broke it.

“Well, are you going to move so that I can get inside my goddamn apartment Barnes?” she said expectantly. Bucky realized that he had been staring at her since he opened the door. Her hair was different, more wavy and a shade or two lighter. He moved to the side and she was able to see the rest of the team. This was going to be one hell of an evening.

Breathe. In… and out…

It was hard. Fuck. Okay i can do this.

“Well isn’t this nice. All the team back together again!” I said with sarcasm dripping from every letter.

“What the hell did we ever do to you?” Steve said firmly.

“Damn, getting straight into it. That’s okay” i shrugged as I went to my room but the sound of the blasters of Tony's suit stopped me.

“Stop, don’t take another step” He said, lifting his hands and I smiled.

“Really? Well unfortunately i have to change, so i’ll leave the door open if it makes you comfortable” i said as i continued to walk to my room, and like I said, i left the door open.

“Y-you don’t have to do that, you can…” Wanda said but trailed off. I had taken my shirt off; my scars were shown.

“So, Steve” I broke the silence as I put on a black shirt, “the thing that you did wasn’t as bad as tin man over there, but you still let Hydra take me the day we took out the helicaries” i added. His face got pale and started shaking his head.

“What? No, you made it out safe, you-” He started saying but i interrupted him

“You sure? Who do you think stopped Rumlow when he tried to interfere with the exchange of the chip when you were in the helicarrier with Bucky?” He started thinking for a moment until he realized what I said fell into place. “Yeah, I took one hell of a beating, and if that wasn’t enough, I fell to the water. I fell thirty floors down, and I alone got myself out, because I didn't have anyone to cover me or have my back” i concluded.

“Your scars…” Tony said this time and i turned to him

“Yeah, thanks to you Mr. Stark” i said and he looked at me. “Doctor said that 74% of my body is covered with scars, along with one or two burns”

“You were that girl in The Red Room” Natasha said, causing me to turn my head to look at her and I smiled cynically, “You are Eliza” she finished.

“Давно не виделись с Натальей” (Long time no see Natalia) i said and she looked at me in pure surprise in her faced. That’s something coming from the famous Black Widow.

“What about the rest of us y/n?”  Sam said this time, redirecting my attention from Natasha to the rest of the group. Thor was standing there holding his hammer, Bruce was next to the fridge, Clint was by the sink, Wanda was with Vision beside the kitchen table and Bucky was by the door. They were all looking at me. I took a look at the clock, I have to leave in less than thirty minutes.

“Long story short, Clint, Bruce, Sam, Wanda and Vision are the ones that didn’t do anything, so just chill out, you are still on my good side” I smiled and waved my hand.

“Hold on, but what did I do?” Thor asked and I looked at him.

“God it really is unfair how such a little thing can cause such a big problem. The first time you came down to earth, met Jane, bla bla bla… when her stuff was under custody of shield, and you took that notebook; they blamed me. I know it may seem weird because, how? Thing is, I was undercover at that time inside Shield, so when the notebook disappeared, guess who was the one that got beaten for it. I couldn’t move from the pain.”

Thor was standing completely still.

“Lady y/n…”

“How is it possible? I was there  and never saw you” Clint interrupted Thor.

“It was before the avengers, i was on the run and a girl's gotta eat. Don’t worry, I never gave them anything. Got the money and then killed them, they were nobodies” I shrugged off.

“So, that’s all you needed to know, so if you please leave my…” I said but then he interrupted me.

“No” I would be lying if I said it didn’t send shivers down my spine at his tone, and I hate even more that he noticed it. “You’re missing one doll” Well fuck me

I turned to see him and he was walking painfully slow towards me and I was praying for my legs to not give out.

“Barnes” I simply said, thanking God and all the saints that it didn’t come out as a whimper. I took a look at the clock once more. I have to leave. Now. “Such a shame, wish you had fought for us, I would have gone through hell and back for you, Buck” his eyes were looking straight to my own and I felt like he was staring at my bare soul. In a way, he was. I smiled and I saw behind my back that the team was looking at us, we’ve never been this close, not in public anyway. I standed on my tiptoes and reached for his right ear, he instinctively reached down so it was a bit easier for me.

“If you want to know, you’ll have to find me first дорогой” (Sweetheart) I whisper. Next thing, the light went out just like I programmed it to and I slid beside Bucky to reach out to the door and to the hall. I could hear the team screaming ‘what the hell just happened’. I ran to the emergency stairs, and once out I could still feel him behind me, getting close. I went into an alley, having to detour, knowing that he eventually was going to catch up to me and I couldn't have him follow where I was really going. A few seconds later, I felt him caging me to the wall on the alley, both of us breathing heavily. His flesh hand went to my throat and his metal one rested on the wall.

“Given a different occasion, I would have loved this, don’t get me wrong, I still love how you…”

“What the hell are you doing?” he asked huskily and I smiled.

“I told you, you’ll have to wait until you find me again. Alone.” i said

“Come on Barnes, do you really think that the charade of being your personal fuck toy would last forever?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“It wasn’t like that, i…” he said but trailed off. The pain in my chest starting and clenching my heart.

“There it is…” i said lowly, the hurt in my voice evident, “listen, i’d love to keep talking about how you used me, but like i said,” i got close to his face, my nose touching his, “find me to found out” after that,  I raised my knee kicking him right in between his legs.

He let out a pained groan and fell to the floor, causing his grip in my neck to give out. I took advantage and ran. Two blocks away, I saw Andrei. When he saw me running to him, he immediately got in the car and turned the engine on, then I got in.

“Drive, fast” it was the first thing i said

“Where?” he asked while we took off. I smiled and looked at him

“You’ll see”

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[lovelyrdjr]

they led me right to you

bucky barnes x reader

I woke up at 3 am because of this and I just had to write it, so here’s something that I wrote in the last 20 minutes while running on an hour and a half of sleep. enjoy. - b

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She had been taught since she was just a little girl, tumbling over her own feet as she learned to walk, that there was only one person in the world that would make her feel the way he did. They told her that she would feel it when she found him, the skipping heartbeat, the heat in the tips of her ears as she blushes when he tells her “You have such a beautiful smile.” She had longed for it for as long as she could remember. Throughout high school, she watched all her closest friends as they found their person, questioning why it was taking so long for her to feel it. Now, though, she feels as if all the waiting was worth it.

The first time she felt it was a cold, cloudy day in December. She hadn’t planned on talking to anyone, just a quick trip to the local coffee shop just down the street from her apartment. She enjoyed living so close, it was only a short walk, and she could get there and back quickly without sacrificing too much time away from her schoolwork.

She had ordered a caramel mocha, extra whipped cream. It was something her younger sister had got her hooked on when they were teenagers. She smiled at the barista, handing her a five-dollar bill for the drink, and another for her tip. She stood off to the side, waiting for her name to be called.

As she waited, she did a little people watching. She watched a family sitting at the small table in the corner, warmth filling her heart as the young daughter sat in her father’s lap as he helped her drink her hot chocolate. Her eyes moved over a table, where a group of high schoolers sat, laughing, and moving their arms around animatedly as they talked.

There was one man that really caught her attention. He was standing in line, almost at the counter to order. He had dark, short hair, and his hands were shoved in the pockets of his dark jacket. She wondered why he didn’t have anything warmer on, they are in the middle of winter in New York City, after all. She barely noticed that the man was walking her way, standing a little to her right to wait for his order.

“Why are you staring at me?” He asked. He was looking directly at her; eyebrows raised a little. She opened her mouth to reply, but no words came out. She was just standing there, gaping at this random man like a fish. Why was she staring at him?

He laughed quietly at her, “Is there something on my face?” He took his hand out of his pocket to wipe at his face, hoping to get whatever might be there off.

“Oh! Oh my god, I’m so sorry. No, there’s nothing on your face, haha! I don’t know why I was staring, honestly. I really like your jacket by the way, it looks so comfy!” She rambled, something she did often when she got nervous. He just watcher her, a small smile on his lips.

“You’re rambling.”

“What? Oh. You’re right. Sometimes I ramble when I get nervous. Well, to be honest, it’s most of the time. You just have a really nice smile and laugh and I’m rambling again, aren’t I?” She asked, scrunching her nose a little and closing her eyes in embarrassment, whispering to herself. “I can’t believe this is happening. To me of all people. Of course, I embarrass myself in front of the cute guy. Oh my god.”

“I’m Bucky. Nice to meet you.” He pulls his hand out of his jacket, bringing his phone with him (Sam had forced him to get a new smart phone – “all the young people use them, Buck, and you’re not old, are you?”) “Maybe I can get your number?”

She opens her eyes, staring at him in shock, “Me? You want my number?”

He laughed, “Yes, I want your number.”

“Oh my god, this is actually happening.” She whispers, grabbing the phone from his stretched-out hand. She types her number in, putting her name with a little red heart next to it. She grins at him, handing his phone back.

He smiles at her, watching her perk up as her name is called. She grabs her drink and turns back to Bucky.

“I’ll talk to you later?” She asks, and he can see the hope in her eyes. He can’t help the way his stomach starts jumping and turning all around. He nods, then watches as she nods and walks out of the shop, whispering to herself about something that he couldn’t quite make out.

She knew, somehow, that this random man she met in the coffee shop that day was going to be the one. She had felt that thing that her parents always talked about, the thing her friends had felt way back in high school. She had not intended to find him that day, but she will forever be grateful that she did.

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[imerdwarf]

Part One: The First Meeting

Summary: Wanda invites you over to the compound for some unwinding girly time, when a man interrupts halfway through, taking something of Wanda's and your heart.

Pairing: Wanda x Reader, beefy!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, beefy!Bucky, stressed reader, fluffs, love at first sight, strangers to crushes? 🥰

Word Count: 1,350

Author's Notes: This is day one of The Week in Love challenge hosted by @the-ss-horniest-book-club, this is my first mini series so I hope you guys enjoy it 🥰

This week was just sucky, everything about it just sucked. Your boss ended up giving you a hard time at work, overworking you as usual by piling a ton of files on your desk with a strict deadline or the threat of 'you're fired!' and you feared your boss Rumlow may just follow through on it.

Work wasn't the only thing you were struggling with this week, your heating completely broke down and your landlord refused to get it fixed because it wasn't deemed as urgent. It was the middle of winter, a good foot of snow had completely blanketed the streets and sidewalks of New York City, you were left to freeze to death in your apartment and still, it was deemed as not urgent.

To make this week somewhat tolerable, you had been texting with Wanda and had told her just a couple of things that were going wrong and how stressed it was all making you feel. Wanda hated to see her friends upset and stressed, and invited you over to the compound to unwind and stay a couple of days with a promise she would do everything in her power to make sure you have a good time and that you leave in a better mindset.

And, it was exactly how she had promised it would be, warm, safe and comfortable. After she told you to take a hot shower and gave you one of her fluffy white robes, the wine was going down nicely as you cozied up in Wanda's room, giggling and blushing at the erotic scenes from Bridgerton, a Netflix series you were currently binging together.

An evening like this was exactly what the doctor ordered, it had been months since you last saw Wanda because she was away doing her avenging duties. Her celebrity status never played on your mind either, you loved Wanda as your sister and the two of you have been friends for quite some time now. Usually, when Wanda wasn't on missions, she would come and hang out at your small apartment in Brooklyn. But, seeing as you had no heating and in her own words, "your building looks like a run down dump," the compound seemed the obvious choice.

The next steamy scene was just starting when a fist knocked on the door, sending you tipsy ladies into a fit of giggles.

"Come- come in!" Wanda snorts, taking a sip from her drink and sitting up with her back against the headboard, you did the same.

The door opens and so does your mouth - in walks a man who looks like he was carved by the gods themselves. He was a tall, beefy-looking man in skin-tight sweatpants and an off-white tank top with his hair tied back in a messy bun. His left arm glimmers under the mood lighting in Wanda's room and you swear that he's the most beautiful man you've ever seen. Wanda has never mentioned that she worked with gorgeous men before since she always talks to you about Vision.

"Evenin' ladies." The man smiles, his blue orbs meet yours and your heart feels like it's about to jump out of your chest and into his large hands. "Hello." He waves at you, noticing you were staring. Heat creeps up to your cheeks and you wave back shyly muttering a quiet hello back under your breath.

"Evening Barnes, what can I do you for?" Wanda cackles and her joke makes you giggle, he raises an eyebrow and grins.

"Are you two drunk?" He teases, his eyes momentarily flicking to the TV and blushing when he realises what the two of you are watching.

"Maybe a little." Wanda nudges you, a little too harshly that you nearly fall off the side of the bed, this prompts another round of giggles from the two of you.

"Oh well, I've lost my phone charger, can I borrow yours?" He asks politely, smiling at you before Wanda gets off the bed. You subconsciously put down your wine glass and tuck your hands between your thighs under your robe, feeling yourself growing shyer under his sweet gaze.

"I want it back!" She warns, jabbing her index finger in his chest.

"Yes ma'am." He salutes, "you two be good now!" He winks at you before retreating out of the room and closing the door behind him.

When he's gone, you push the air from your lungs and relax your shoulders. Your heart is still racing and his smile is engrained in your memory.

Wanda notices your flushed state and whistles, "my, my. Do you have a little crush already?" She teases, joining you back on the bed and topping up the wine. His presence made you sober up pretty quickly.

"Nooo, I don't know him!" You giggle and drop your head, your smile reaching your eyes.

"His name is James, but he goes by Bucky aaaaaand," she pauses to take a sip, "he's single, like you." She winks, putting her glass down on the bedside table and curling her tired body into yours.

The next morning, you're awake before Wanda and without a hangover. She's still snoring and fast asleep next to you, the air in the room is warm and through the parted curtains, the falling snowflakes makes you smile in contentment.

Pulling the duvet covers back, you reach over into your night bag and pull out your fuzzy socks, your leggings and an oversized sweater. Changing in quicktime, you leave Wanda's room and search for the kitchen for some coffee.

The compound was certainly larger than you expected, there were doors and hallways everywhere. Your head whipped left to right trying to remember which way you arrived last night when she brought you up from the common room after you met Steve Rogers and Natasha. You bite your nails nervously, afraid of stumbling into a room you weren't meant to be in.

A door opens further down the hallway, and your eyes widen. The man who entered Wanda's room last night appears with a yawn, his hand runs up and down his face as he attempts to wipe the sleepiness from his eyes.

Instead of his sweatpants and tank top, he's clad in skintight black jeans to accentuate his thigh muscles, and a black Henley with a silver chain hanging around his neck.

However, his stoic expression turns into a soft smile when he spots you standing there, looking like a deer caught in headlights and dare he say, adorable.

"Good mornin' doll, you okay?" He asks as he gets nearer. Your breath is shaky and you bite your lip when your heart skips a beat again just like last night.

"Um, I'm lost." You chuckle shyly, biting your nail. He slowly reaches out and pulls your hand from your mouth. His touch is electrifying, warm and soft all at the same time.

"Where are you headed?" He clears his throat and shoves his hands in the front of his pockets.

"The kitchen." Your cheeks heat up under his gaze just like it did last night and you're afraid if he keeps looking at you like this, you'll melt into the floor.

"I'm going there too, I can show you if you want..." He trails off and furrows his eyebrows, realising he doesn't even know your name.

"Y/N." You smile, "and yes please, I'd be grateful."

"Y/N." He repeats, your name tasting like drops of honey on his tongue, "I'm Bucky." He pulls his right hand from his pocket, extending it towards you for you to shake.

"It's nice to officially meet you, Bucky." You smile, taking his hand in yours and shaking it. His palm has rough skin, while the back of it is soft and warm.

"Likewise doll, Wanda has talked about you." he blushes putting his hand back in his pocket, "oh and uh, the kitchen is this way." He starts to walk down the narrow hallway, you trail after him, watching his back muscles ripple with each stride in his step.

"I hope she told you good things," you joke, your pace not being able to keep up with him.

"Only the good things, doll." He chuckles before adding, "did you have fun last night?"

"Oh, I did! Very much yes, Wanda has asked me to stay a few nights." He slows down his pace and waits for you to catch up.

"Oh yeah? I'm happy about that." He grins, looking down at you and watches you drop your head to the floor and smile triumphantly.

"I am too." You gaze into each others eyes for a few moments before you look away, knowing you're going to fall fast and hard for this man.

Bucky on the other hand, hasn't been able to get you off his mind since he saw you in Wanda's room last night, the way you became flustered when he looked at you, the shy smile you exchanged. Your smile was the last thing he saw before he closed his eyes last night, and the first thing he saw when he opened them this morning. He only learned your name moments ago, but maybe Steve was right, maybe love at first sight really does exist.

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[misscaptainamericana]

                                            Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary - You are working as a barista working in New York after the events of CA:TFA but before The Avengers. It’s the gap of time where they were trying to let Steve adjust to the times. He stops into your coffee shop every morning before he goes out to explore the city. 

Word Count - 1203

Author’s Note - This is for @thefanbasewhore​ ‘s writing challenge :) I chose the coffee shop trope, obviously. 

Coffee shop: Character A meets Character B and falls madly in love with them.

                                                    Butterscotch

You started off your mornings the way you normally do, alarm goes off at four, it takes twenty minutes to get ready and then a forty minute commute to your job. It was a nice little local coffee shop you have been working at since high school. Now a twenty-something, you were entrusted to open the shop and be lead barista in the morning. 

Can I have a coffee?” 

“Yeah, sure what size?” 

Steve looked up at you confused, “Just a cup of coffee.” 

“Right, do you want a small, medium, or large cup?” You asked before pointing over to the cup display to your right. 

“Oh, I-uh-a medium. Medium is good, thank you.” 

“Just a normal black coffee or do you want a latte?” 

Steve looked up at the menu before looking back down to you, “I hate to say it but your menu is a little daunting.” 

You peered over your shoulder at the menu, “Well, I could make it simpler for you if you would like.” You looked back over at him with a smile.

“Uhm, sure if you aren’t too busy.” 

“First morning rush is over, we have some time.” You reassured him before going into your long explanation. “There is the regular black coffee that you would get anywhere. Cold brew is like stronger coffee; it's cold and pressed. A latte is steamed milk with a shot of espresso and a cappuccino is that with a layer of foam on top. An americano is a shot of espresso and water. A macchiato is a shot of espresso over milk. And basically a mocha is anything with a hot chocolate base instead of milk. There are these things called frappes, which is blended ice coffee, but we don’t do that here. It’s basically just a lot of different ways to drink coffee.” You looked back at the wide eyed man across the counter with a smile as he cleared his throat. 

He had stopped listening a while ago, he was distracted watching her ramble on about coffee with  a smile.

 “Right, well, how about I take my normal coffee today and when I come back tomorrow you can surprise me with something from that long list?” 

“That sounds like a great plan, It’ll be right up.” 

You quickly poured some coffee into a medium cup before putting the lid on it and setting it next to the cash register, “That’ll be two dollars.” 

Steve handed her a five dollar bill, “You can keep the change. Um, I’m Steve.” 

You took the money with a smile, “Well thank you Steve, I’m Y/N.” 

“Y/N…” He smiled, “I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

The week went by so quickly. Each time the bell chimed you turned your head to the door to see if it was him. It had become a fun gaYou almost came in on your day off because you were so excited to see him again. 

“What do you have for me today?” You sighed, “I’m so sorry, you had every type of coffee we have both hot and iced. I don’t have anything else I can offer you.

His breath caught in his throat and he felt his heart skip a few beats.

Was that it? Really? You listed off so many in the beginning he thought he had so much more time.

Steve nodded while clearing his throat and looked around the coffee shop before something caught his eye, “Oh, wait! What are those?” 

You turned around to follow his gaze before letting out a small laugh, “Oh, those are our syrups. You can flavor the coffee to make it taste better.”

“Can I… try them as well?” 

How could you say no to that smiling face?

“Of course! Do you know which style of coffee you liked the most for me to put it in?” 

“Well, which one is your favorite?” “The iced macchiatos.” “Then let’s try it.” Steve said with a shy smile tucking his hands in his pockets.

“We have almond, brown sugar swirl, butterscotch, caramel, cinnamon dolce, coconut, french vanilla, hazelnut, irish cream, mocha, pumpkin pie, salted caramel, vanilla, and vanilla bean.” “Great, that’s good. That’s a lot of options. Uhm, can we just start from the top?” 

You let out a small laugh, “You got it, an almond iced macchiato coming at ya!”

The next two weeks went by in a blur of morning small talk, warm smiles, and iced coffee. When Steve walked into the coffee shop, he patiently waited in line watching you work. You moved from one end of the counter to the other with such grace. 

You looked up at him with a smile, “Steve! My favorite regular! Good morning! What can I get ya this morning?” 

He dug his wallet out of his pocket and shrugged, “Whatever’s next on the list.” 

You sucked in air through your teeth, “I’m sorry Captain, the list is done.”

Steve tilted his head to the side in disbelief, “You mean that’s it? There’s nothing else I can try?” 

Shaking your head with a small frown, “That’s it, that’s officially all I got for ya. So, did you find something you like or is it back to black coffee?” 

“Yeah…I, uhm, I did. I did find something I like.” He paused almost second guessing if he would really be able to ask you. “Can I have your number?” 

“My number?” 

“If you’re seeing someone I apologize, I didn’t mean to impose I-” 

“No, no, I’m not seeing anyone. I’m single… I-just-hold on.” With a big smile you grabbed a napkin out of the dispenser on top of the counter and pulled a pen out of the cup by the register before quickly jotting your number on it. “I get off work at three.” 

Steve couldn’t help but blush when you handed the napkin to him, “Thank you, I’ll call you later then.” He folded it up and placed it in his shirt pocket. 

Looking over at him you bit your lip slightly before speaking again, “You didn’t answer my question, did you find something you like or just the black coffee?”

 “Oh, the black coffee is probably my staple but that butterscotch one you gave me two weeks ago was really great.” 

“So all this was just-” 

“Me stalling trying to figure out how to ask out, yeah...I’m sorry about that.” 

You looked down with a big smile before looking back up at him, “Don’t be sorry, this was great.” 

Steve nodded, “I’ve adored seeing you every day.” 

“I’ve adored seeing you too… Would you like just a medium black coffee then?” 

“Yes, please.” 

You nodded before turning to go get a medium cup and pouring some hot coffee into it. You placed the lid on it, drawing a heart and smiley face on the lid in a sharpie before handing it to him. 

Steve took the cup and handed you a five dollar bill, “Keep the change, I hope you have a good rest of your day, Y/N.” 

“Thank you! You too, Captain. I’ll talk to you later.” 

With a small smile and a nod, he was out the door to continue to wander the streets of New York.

#steve rogers x reader #skys2kchallenge

[mamabearcatfanart]

'Thank you so much to whoever nominated First Impressions for a Quarter 3 2021 Feudal Connections Award! Have this piece of art as a thank you gift, that goes with the short chapter that I'm working on right now. Kagome looks very happy and excited about something. Inu, not so much. New York background image by Josh Hild and available for free use from Pexels Have a small snippet to whet your appetite... "Tell me why I agreed to do this again?" Inuyasha yawned widely, rubbing his knuckles into his eyes as they climbed the stairs back up to street level from 8th Avenue subway station. Kagome was practically skipping beside him, her cheeks rosy in the cool early morning air. "Because I'm your best friend and you haven't seen me for two weeks and you really really want to spend time with me?" she suggested cheerfully. "... Nah, that doesn't sound right." Kagome sighed and jabbed Inuyasha hard in the ribs with her fingers. He clutched his side dramatically, faking a cough. "Damn, so violent", he wheezed. "Are you really sure you're my best friend, because with friends like you..." "Alright, it's because I promised I'd buy you some pretzels and coffee from that German bakery on 14th Street. Why do you have to be such an asshat?" "Hey, you're the one that woke me up early on a Sunday morning. What you see is what you get. Just be grateful I'm only half an asshat. If you were friends with Sesshoumaru, you'd get the full asshat package, and I doubt you'd survive it." "I couldn't bribe him with pretzels and coffee?" "Doubtful. He's an investment banker. Do they even eat? I think he survives by drinking the tears of the vanquished. Just think of Patrick Bateman in that Wall Street serial killer movie. But with a lot less smiling." Kagome shuddered. "No offense, but the more I hear from you about your brother, the more I wish you'd tell me less." "Half-brother. And that is a wish I can very happily grant."

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[spideyanakin]

New Starts

Peter Parker x Reader

Based on No Surprises by Radiohead

Synopsis; Rough endings come with new starts

Requested by; @averyfosterthoughts​ // Peter and y/n meeting after finishing their studies tears after high school only to realise that their feelings are as strong if not stronger as they used to be and they they get back to being in love 💙💙💙

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You and Peter ended badly.

Neither of you had managed to keep the relationship going after high school and messed it up real bad. The fake smiles and distance meant everything. The two of you were just to far away both mentally and physically to keep it going.

The only reason the two of you had clanged onto it was the memory of high school and the souvenirs of the first time you truly felt love. So when you finally decided it was time to stop this mess, it ended up hurting both of you and messing up your friendship.

But lately, everything made you think about him. The blue sweaters of your boyfriend made you think of Peter’s collection of blue cardigans and flannels. His plain white T-shirts’ started to bore you and you couldn’t get your mind off Peter’s pun shirts that you bet were still somewhere in his closet.

“You ok?” Jack asked as he scrolled through his computer.

You nodded rubbing your warm teacup as you stared at the bright red spiderman sticker on his computer, for the first time in a while wishing it was Peter behind the screen, rather then Jack.

You started questioning everything when you realized it had been more than four years since you and Peter broke up. Your two year anniversary with Jack sent fear into your stomach as you realized it had been that long.

You would be lying if you said you never missed Peter. Because you did. You missed the smell of his shampoo and the way he would dress. You missed his voice and the jokes he would crack every so often. Each one of them being so stupid you had to laugh. You missed playing board games until 3 am and your monthly Star Wars marathons. You missed the Star Wars debates and waking up by him tapping on your window in his spider suit both your breakfasts in hand.

The simple thought of him made you want to snap your fingers and go back, go back to a simple life with him, one where you could fully be yourself.

It wasn’t that Jack was a bad boyfriend… He was just sometimes a little shallow. He would go and watch the games every week with his friends, forgetting anniversaries or even important moments of your life. He would also gawk about how much he hated Star Wars right in front of you, and sometimes even saying how stupid the people who did were.

So you hid your true self all the time. You even had to hide your Star Wars hoodies and shirts at MJs by fear of him finding them and throwing them away like the rest of the things you owned that he hated.

And for the anniversaries? Well, you just cried in a corner or sucked it up as you would always do.

You wished you could have gotten at least one more bouquet of flowers from Jack, or at least a cute gesture. But since you had passed the one year bar, everything seemed to slowly go away.

The chorus of Smack that from Akon ft. Eminem brought you back to real life. You shook your head as you realized it was Jack’s ring tone and slightly frowned sick of hearing this song each time he got a call.

He took his phone and looked at it. You scanned his face and saw nothing changed in his features.

“I have to go, babe.” He quickly replied before giving you a smile and leaving out the door. The second he left you let out a sigh of frustration as he didn’t even give you a goodbye kiss, or anything else to go with a loving goodbye.

You eyed the door before deciding to go out and get a change of scenery.

To be honest you were even getting sick of that apartment. Everything was his and left no room for you. Little by little all your gadgets had been replaced with his or even disappeared. For example, the little teddy bear MJ had given you for your friendaversy had gone missing a few weeks ago and so did a souvenir from France.

The more you thought about your relationship with Jack, the more you felt like you were taking a sip of poison each day, waiting until you had the right amount in your system to kill you. The more you were going forward, the more it felt like you were hurting yourself, and it felt terrible.

You walked into an area of Manhattan you hadn’t been to in months and stopped at your favorite coffee shop, the one Jack couldn’t stand.

He said he didn’t like the way it smelled, looked, and just the whole vibe. But you were holding this place close to your heart. The decorations, the scent, the tables, and the memory they held. Everything about made you sick and happy at the same time.

You ordered the same thing you use to, and sat at the same table, pressing your forehead against the window, looking at the quiet streets sighing to yourself as you thought back to everything wrong with your life.

Suddenly your ears caught the soft sounds of the bells and the door hitting the wall with a loud thud.

A breathless brunette had almost run in, cash falling out of his hand. He fumbled in his spot before picking it up and looking up towards the counter where a variety of pastries were presented. That’s when you realized who it was.

It was Peter.

Your first love, Peter Parker.

The one you couldn’t get off your mind for the past few weeks, the one you missed so much he even hunted your dreams.

You kept your eyes focused on him as he ordered a chai latte as you remembered, and a white choco chip cookie to go. You watched as he walked towards the waiting spot and waited, not touching his cookie as he wanted to have it at the same time as his drink.

“Peter?” The barista called out as he placed the cup on the counter.

Peter grabbed it with a smile and looked up meeting your eyes.

That’s something he never thought he would have the luck to again.

His heart froze he as he saw you. You were dressed in a beige trench coat he had never seen before, the color suiting you well. Your hair was casually resting on your shoulders and to his surprise you were smiling back at him, and even waving. He smiled back as he decided to walk up to you, not caring if it was weird.

You see Peter missed you too. He actually missed you a lot. Peter had broken up with his girlfriend because he couldn’t take you out of his mind. He thought the poor girl would take you off his mind, but it just made it worst. Peter couldn’t stop thinking about you and it tormented him during the whole relationship. To be honest, he was so scared to break up with her he thought he was going to end up like Ross from friends when he said the wrong name at the altar.

“Hey.” Peter smiled.

“Hey.” You gave back the smile and pointed to the seat in front of you. “You can sit if you want? It’s been a while.” You stated before bringing the cup back to your mouth.

“Sure you don’t mind?” He said placing a hand on the chair, tapping it with his fingers.

“Yeah.” You nodded with a happy smile.

Peter sat down and placed his cookie on top of the wrapping using it as a plate, your heart skipping a beat as you saw him smile.

“How’s life?” He asked before taking a sip of his chai.

“Alright.” You let out a sad chuckled. “Could be better.” You folded your arms.

“Oh.” He replied looking at you with soft eyes, wondering if you were truly unhappy with your life.

“Don’t worry tho.” You smiled before placing a strand of hair behind your ear. “How’s life for you?”

“Good. Im starting the Parker Industries. It’s going pretty well.” He replied proudly.

“Really?” Your eyes widen. “You’re finally getting your dream?”

“Yeah.” His cheeks turned a light shade of red under your impressed stare.

“But that’s amazing. Running an industry like this is huge.” You stated making Peter blush even more.

“Well, I had help. And everything was already laid down by Tony.” He scratched the back of his head his blush still present

“And? It’s still huge that someone so young managed to do this!” You exclaimed.

“Well, thank you.”

Minutes turned into hours and you felt like you hadn’t lived during these four years without Peter. Everything you missed about him came hitting you in the face. His laugh, his scent, the joy in his eyes, the more you talked with him the more you could sense the slight changes in his life. He looked good, even better you thought. Everything you loved about him was still there, but he had become even more mature and almost better then you remembered.

Your phone rang and the familiar contact of your boyfriend popped up.

“Oh crap. I have to go.” You made a face as you looked at your phone, cursing the stars that he was in your life. “But I really had a good time.” You looked up to him with a sincere smile.

“Me too.” He smiled getting lost in your eyes, the ones he missed for the past years. “Um, let me accompany you.” He fumbled with his hands as he offered you a walk home. “Make sure your safe.” He winked and you chuckled at his remark.

“Alright, Spider-man.” You bumped your shoulder in his as you walked out of the shop and into the tall buildings of New York.

“Im glad the start of Peter industries is going well.” You smiled as you fumbled with the sleeves of your sweatshirt.

“Yeah! Me too! Happy’s been a great help tho.” He smiled as he continued walking.

You felt more peaceful with Peter then you had ever been with Jack. Maybe it was just knowing Peter was Spider-man, but his company felt nicer than his.

You felt the sparks that were once there come back, your heart skipping a beat as your hand brushed his.

“This is my stop.” You awkwardly stood in front of your building. Peter felt a weight in his stomach as he didn’t want to leave you.

Peter stopped and awkwardly shifted in his spot and so did you.

“I like your sweatshirt.” He replied pointing to your Star Wars themed sweater.

“Thanks. You would love the person who gave it to me.” You smirked mindlessly getting closer to him.

“Aha! I think I know him!” Peter placed a hand over his chin. “Isn’t it the guy who dresses in red and blue, saves a bunch of people?” He tittled his head.

“Maybe.” You wiggled your eyebrows before the two of you fell into peaceful laughter.

As it slowly quieted down you met his eyes, getting lost in their honey color you missed so much.

You let yourself go into autopilot as you both slowly leaned in for a kiss.

“I can’t.” You rested your head on Peter’s shoulder skipping the kiss. “I have a boyfriend.” You sighed feeling more weight into your stomach as all you wanted to do was kiss him. “I’m so sorry Peter.”

“Agh. It’s alright.” Peter’s face twisted as he awkwardly patted your shoulder.

You removed your head from his shoulder and looked up to him, a mix of guilt and desire mixed in your mind.

“I’m really sorry Peter, seriously.”

“Hey don’t worry about it.” His cheeks were slightly red and he looked to the floor playing with a rock. “Um my spidey senses and tangling. I’ll um see you later.” He awkwardly nodded before leaving you in front of your building feeling like an idiot.

You let out a soft scream of frustration before walking up to your apartment just too meet your boyfriend. You took one look at his face and felt nothing. You started to ask yourself what you ever saw in him.

In an instant you missed Peter’s touch, you missed everything you had. You looked at your phone and wondered if even with the failed kiss you could break up with Jack and get him back.

You looked back up to him, the bright daylight shining in his green eyes. Your stare shifted to a poorly hidden hickey on the side of his neck.

“What is this?” You asked as you placed your finger on his neck, the cheap foundation staining your fingers.

“Oh, nothing.” He chuckled trying to get away from the truth. “I hit my neck.”

“And you covered it with cheap foundation?” You raised an eyebrow and showed him your stained fingers.

“Yeah, thought it didn’t look good.” He added.

“Jack who gave you this hickey?” You asked way calmer on the outside.

“No one, it’s a bruise.” He tried to laugh it off.

“Jack don’t lie to me.” You looked back into his eyes.

“Your so paranoid chillax.” He shook his head before digging his head in his phone.

You grabbed the sweater he was holding and put it up to your face.

“Why does it smell like Chanel n5?” You stated bringing it back down, listing the people you knew who used it.

“I don’t know because it’s your perfume?” He scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“You know I don’t wear your hoodies.” You looked at him but his stare was elsewhere. “And my perfume is from Chloe.” You replied feeling the tears fall down your cheeks.

“Well, what do you want me to say? That I cheated on you?” He looked back up to you and you froze not able to nod or reply.

“Because I did! Is that what you want to hear?”

You thought your relationship was risking a landslide, well it was already a landslide. It was crumbling to pieces in front of your eyes and you didn’t even see it.

“What are you doing?” He asked you almost raising his tone as you grabbed a duffle bag and walked to your room.

“Moving out.” You replied all happiness drained out your voice.

“Hey, Hey! We can work this out!” He said and grabbed your arm. “C'mon baby.” He gave you a large smile.

“Kate wears Chanel number 5.” You said as you stuffed your favorite shirts inside your bag, adding jeans and a dress on the way.

“So?” He scoffed once again.

“So you’ve been ‘going to tennis club’ with her for almost a year now.” You felt more tears as you dropped your bag and walked to his closet to pick up his jet clean tennis racket. “Does this look used to you?” You started feeling dumb for not seeing it before. You grabbed the plastic container filled with tennis balls that he stuffed in his bag every week and opened it.

“The balls are still bright yellow.” You scoffed as you threw one in his face. You brought a new one to your nose and smelled the industrial smell of a brand new tennis ball. “They smell new.” You paused to look him in the eyes before throwing the ball in his face and shoving the rest of the pack on the floor. “I’ve played enough tennis in my childhood to know this.”

You let out a bitter laugh and grabbed your toiletry bag stuffing it with your clothes. You walked to your closet one more time and grabbed a box filled with a few Star Wars sweatshirts.

You spotted the one Peter had given you a few years ago and slipped it on before grabbing your bag and storming out.

“I’ll pick up the rest later, don’t bother texting me. We’re done here.”

You let out a sob of relief, anger, and sadness as you stepped into the elevator wiping your face before the doors opened again.

You felt like you couldn’t control your fingers as you texted Peter, asking him to join you at the coffee shop you had met the previous hour.

Of course, Peter accepted and arrived there in a hurry, waiting for you at the usual table.

Peter shuffled in his spot as he wondered why you wanted to meet him so suddenly, especially after what had happened. He turned his head towards the door as he heard the familiar bells ring. He saw you, a bag on your shoulder and puffy red eyes. His face twisted as he wondered what could have possibly happened to you.

All the worries about your previous conversation had drifted away as he saw you like this. As you got closer he stood up, wanting to comfort you, not caring if you weren’t his anymore.

“What happened.” He asked as you stopped right in front of him, not saying a word. You dropped your bag on the floor next to him and shifted your stare from his lips to his eyes. Without even thinking you closed the gap between your two bodies, crashing your lips to his.

Peter’s eyes lit up in surprise before he let himself melt Into the kiss, snaking his hands around your waist slightly picking you up. He let out a sigh of relief as he realized how much he missed you.

You let your hand come up to his hair, missing the feel of his soft curls in your fingers. Your other hand came up to his cheek, the warmth of it bringing a sudden comfort. You slightly pulled away and let out a soft chuckle before bringing your lips back to his.

“I’ve missed this.” You chuckled your lips still against his before resting your forehead against his.

“Me too.”

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[folklord]

the sound of 'i need you'

pairing: max lord x reader (I truly believe that it's gender neutral, but they are wearing a dress. let me know if I mistaken!) | 960 words

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this fic is the second one of my 'red (folklord's version)' project, which contains multiple pedro pascal characters fanfictions based on songs from RED, by taylor swift. this one is inspired by 'holy ground' - if you are one of those people who like to hear songs while reading, I recommend you to do it with the acoustic version, from BBC radio 1.

Finding Maxwell like that was a shock, but not a surprise. You already knew him, his dreams and misadventures, and who he longed to become. But it hurt a little to think that that boy you met years ago no longer existed.

He called your name and you turned to face him. He was older, blonder, more tanned. But somehow the brown eyes were still the same.

“Hey… Max.” You replied shyly, adjusting the strap of your dress.

He stopped with his hands in his pockets. The gold bow tie reflects the colors of the salon. A young man passed by with a glass in hand and said “Mr. Lord.” for him to take. He delivered a glass of champagne for you too.

But that was not able to break the ice. He approached you and reached out to entwine his arm with yours, but you didn't react and he took it as a "no." You felt bad and decided to bring up a subject.

“I was reminiscing just the other day” He stopped drinking the whiskey and stared at you, paying attention. “You know, while having coffee all alone, and... Lord, it took me away.”

“I like it when you call me Lord.” He said in a pretentious smile. “To where? New York?”

“Yeah…” You said quietly, sadly.

He wrapped his warm hands around your waist, and you felt the rings rub against the satin. He was way too close to your neck.

“You were a very good poet.”

“Oh, it was all so fast! Feels like a blur…”

“Yeah…” He agrees, and turns his other hand, the one holding the cold glass, to your hip. He sways you gently until you are facing him. You place your hand into his broad shoulders, and suddenly, there’s no ice to break anymore.

“I guess we should skip the conversation… we already know..” He said, smiling so devilish, and bringing his lips close to yours, spreading his tongue so you could receive his mouth. He tasted like golden, champagne and nostalgia. Your hand on his brown locks underneath the blonde ones only reminded his body of that good feeling that only you could give. The feeling of home, like standing on holy ground.

(...)

Late at night, New York looks like a vintage movie. The traffic is long gone, and the moon is brighter than the street lights. You held his hand so comfortably and looked at him while you both began to run into the boulevard.

Max stopped at some point and held your fingers, opening his arm. You twirl his arm until you meet his face, and he smiles against your forehead. You remember dancing the same way, like a girl in a new dress. You hug him tighter, and he lifts you enough for your feet to leave the ground. He spins you around smiling while you continue to cling to his shoulders.

It was a familiar feeling. It was the feeling that you already knew you would remember that moment for a long, long time. It was nostalgia for something that was already happening, and that for the first time, you had something to lose.

But all the magic ended when, ordinarily, Maxwell said such cruel words to you. That same night, you went back to the party and Max kept looking at a girl with curly blond hair. But what hurt you most was that he was not looking on with pleasure, but with terrible ambition. He smoothed his hair, and his sweaty hand cupped your arms.

“Look, that was amazing but… I have something to do.”

“I know exactly what you will do, Maxwell.” You roll your eyes.

“It’s not what you are thinking” He stares at you. “Baby, I'm going to be the most powerful man in the world. I can’t tell you how, but it’s gonna be soon. Keep your eyes on the news, I will be there.”

The confidence in his eyes is like a knife into your heart.

“I don’t want to see you on the news. I want you here!” The music gets louder and louder, and he looks at anywhere but you. “I need you, Maxwell!”

“Please, don’t call me that. My name is Max Lord. Max Lord baby. Mr. Lord.” He looks so serious while saying, and proud of it. He uncomfortably holds your arm.

“You are not.” You say, and he gets angry. “You are Maxwell Lorenzano. And the man I met a long time ago, that I danced with, said that ‘baby’ is such an awful American nickname. You used to call me ‘cariño’.”

“Yeah yeah yeah. Everything was perfect, and bla bla bla. Don’t talk like we were standing on holy ground.”

“We were on holy ground! Everything was perfect, literally. We used to never look down!”

“Sorry, baby.” He let go of your arm and straightened his tie, leaving you standing there.

(...)

A few days later, it was the fourth of July. You were in a bar, outside the US, and very good music was playing, everyone was dancing. Suddenly you saw him on the small TV. Maxwell, now Max Lord, going mad. Chaos spread across the country like dust on a book page.

You tried to ignore it, but as you turned to the crowd at the bar, all you saw was his face. You tried to get him out of your mind and started trying to dance, but it was hard to dance without him. A very nice woman threw confetti in your hair and hugged you, pulling you into the crowd.

You got so lost in the dance, that the only moment you thought about him was when you remembered how to felt dancing in his arms, and sometimes, wondering how he think about it now. Maybe you could find happiness without him and maybe dance through what you've been through.

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