#sniffle i was on team love this last fest
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In Your Eyes
Bokuto Kōtarō x Chubby!Reader
Author’s Note : There are some dark things in here and if you feel suicidal please do not keep it bottled in. It’s not healthy and needs to be addressed. The really bad stuff isn’t until the middle (right before the smut, basically), so be warned! That’s where the suicidal stuff is and like I said, if you do any of this or feel suicidal please seek professional help because it’s not worth keeping unhealthy feelings inside ; If you are wondering why Bokuto’s obsessed with licking and biting in this, I have been rereading a doujin where Bokuto does that and, well, it’s hot ; I swear this would not have taken me so long if I didn’t keep crying while writing it omg I would be dead if I had a shot every time I had to stop writing so I could wipe my tears and snot. This is why I don’t like to read or write angst but wow was that therapeutic.
Warnings: angst, fat shaming, use of the word “pig”, body dysmorphia (inability to look in a mirror), vomit, suicidal tendencies/intention (via overdose) + implied past actions alcohol, soft!dom Bokuto, choking, creampie(s), mating press+doggy style, licking and biting, facesitting
The cheers of the crowd erupted as the whistle blew. Once again, the MSBY Black Jackals had won. This match was against the Red Falcons, another team in the V.1 division. It was a close call, but Hinata managed to break the deuce with his monstrous quick attack and seal the set with their victory.
The team was jumping and bouncing, giving out high fives as they did. Of course, they had to shake hands with the Adlers, bowing to the audience and thanking them for their support. When Bokuto did his classic ‘Bokuto Beam’ move towards the audience, you could hear the girls squealing and giggling. It isn’t like they didn’t do the same when Atsumu or Hinata waved to them, but it hit you different. After all, they were beautiful in your eyes, slim and flawless.
Oh, yes. You’re the MSBY Black Jackal’s manager, being a classmate of Hinata in his second and third year (as in you tutored him and helped manage the volleyball club with Yachi). Hinata was your first friend, which kind of sounds pathetic. It was, if you were being honest with yourself. Being heavier than the average girl at your school subjected you to bullying and pranks that ended with you crying until you threw up. Hinata never made you feel like that, though. He always made sure you were comfortable and every member of the club at Karasuno treated you like an angel. You ended up applying to be the MSBY manager when Hinata asked, saying they needed a manager and wondered if you could apply. Well, it was either that or finding a job at the circus, as your family would sneer at you. Truly, Hinata was the first to accept you.
Once you got the job, it was like being back at Karasuno, honestly. Everyone was friendly and treated you no differently than they would treat others. However, you wished one of them would treat you differently.
Bokuto.
He was the ace of the team, a goofy fella that could make anyone smile. Including you. Aside from Hinata, he made you feel accepted and made you forget about any woes and horrid thoughts you were facing. He didn’t know about them like Hinata did, but you were sure he’d treat you different if he knew.
Once everything was packed up, you and the coach headed out, the team not too far behind you.
“Shōyō-kun, that was one of yer best sets yet!” Atsumu cheerily piped up, walking behind Hinata. Hinata was right beside you, as he always was.
“I’m glad you think so! I don’t know if we can surprise the Adlers next time, though. Kageyama still knows my tricks,” he huffed as he finished his statement, putting his hair down so he could mock Kageyama. You giggled at his antics.
“Alright, change up and meet at the bus in 10 minutes, let’s go!” Coach commanded. Each member voiced their acquiescence. You decided to use this opportunity to go to the bathroom. After all, their match lasted almost an hour, if not more.
In the restrooms, you were almost done when you heard a bunch of girls giggling as they entered. Instead of leaving, you stayed in place, waiting for them to go.
You wish you hadn’t.
“Gosh, those boys are so attractive!” One of them said. Two voices agreed.
“Have you seen Atsumu and Kageyama? They’re both so hot!”
“I was too focused on that number 12,” oh no, “Bokuto, I think? He’s a good looking man, bet he has the stamina of a god, too,”
“Yeah, it’s a shame their brand is ruined by that mascot of theirs.” What?
“Mascot? Oh! You mean the pig? Yeah, she does put a damper on everything, doesn’t she? Imagine being that attractive and having that thing follow you around!” The girl cackled, her friends following suit. You felt your stomach drop, tears springing in the corner of your eyes as you listened to them.
It was easy to forget you were different when you with the team since they made you feel normal, but that didn’t mean others wouldn’t notice you.
The girls eventually left, the door slamming shut behind them. Whether they came in there to do makeup or just talk shit about you knowing you were in there didn’t matter. Not when you were crumpled up on the floor as sobs wracked your frame. Life sucks.
It’s not like you didn’t try! That’s the other thing! You try to lose weight and nothing happens, exercising doesn’t do much and diets are practically useless. You used to go to the gym, but stopped when you kept getting stares. You also used to run with Hinata in the mornings, but since he was so much faster than you, you stopped. What’s the point if you’re panting and breathless after a minute while he’s still going strong after 30 minutes? It felt like nothing would ever help.
A buzzing interrupted your crying fest, you sniffling as you wipe away the tears and look at the screen. It’s from the groupchat, Hinata asking if you’re okay and they were all at the bus. You typed back a quick ‘K’ and got up. The best you could hope for was nobody would point out the red eyes and the sniffling.
Hinata knew of your troubles, being there for you when you broke down in school more often than not. When you confided that he was the first person you felt comfortable with, it broke him. Seeing you had bottled up your emotions because nobody bothered to listen or care, it made him want to include you in his life. He would invite you over for dinner and his sister would excitedly talk to you, never making you feel uncomfortable. When he heard that you were in Osaka, he immediately called you up about being the MSBY manager.
He also knew of your crush on Bokuto. It was obvious to him, with how you looked at the ace with longing. Hinata even encouraged you to confess, but that was quickly dismissed when you told Hinata how you felt like Bokuto deserved better than someone like you. Bokuto was muscular, attractive, and charming — in your eyes, he deserved to be with someone his equal. That did not mean you. Hinata knew of your troubles, but he also knew of Bokuto’s. Bokuto has a crush on you, too, finding himself more accepted with you around. Contrary to the ace’s personality, he was insecure in a lot of things. He wasn’t very smart, which was often pointed out by others. He knew when someone was upset, though, so he always knew he needed to make you feel better.
Once you arrived at the bus, Hinata greeted you as everyone else had boarded. “What’s wrong?”
“The same old thing, you know,” you sniffle, your voice cracking as you remember the hateful words. Hinata’s face soured as you said those words. Back in high school, he would sit down and cry with you. Now, he was tired of you still being picked on as an adult.
“Immature, that’s what they are. Come on, we’re gonna stop by that restaurant you love.” Oh great, food. You may have been starving when the match ended, but after the incident, you just wanted to go home and cry. You numbly nodded and followed Hinata onto the bus. The coach didn’t bother pointing out anything, but he sent you a sad look when he noticed the red eyes on you. You sadly smiled and continued to your seat, behind the coach as the bus started to move. Curling into your jacket, you tried to think of something else.
The restaurant was a disaster. Everyone had been excited and gotten off the bus when a bunch of fangirls came up to them. You had just smiled and shook your head, feeling better already. At least, you had been until the girls noticed you and gave you looks of disgust. It was short lived, their attention turning back to the boys, so you briskly walked off, into the restaurant, away from the crowd. It took almost 5 minutes for the girls to leave, but you refused to eat anything other than a salad and drink water. Even then, you excused yourself to the restroom to take a break, crying and attempting to force yourself to throw up. Once home, you locked the front door and let your emotions spill out. Crying and screaming was common, so that’s what you did. Then came the process — getting rid of any reflective surface. Turning off the lights, turning on the tv, covering the mirrors with sheets, closing the blinds, shutting out any possibility of looking at yourself. Even with nobody around, those words and looks stuck and struck deep, you eventually curling into yourself on your bed as you cried yourself to sleep.
The next day came, your alarm ringing and the sound bouncing off the walls. You turned it off, completely turning off your phone. Instead of dealing with alarms and people, you’d suffer alone behind the comfort of your home.
The team was worried, you were never late. Bokuto was more pouty than normal, your cheerful greeting missing from his morning and his bear hug. Atsumu also missed your cheerful greeting, asking Hinata if he knew of anything. When Hinata said he did not, he texted and called you, receiving no answer.
Okay, then he’d go to you.
Hinata had stayed at your apartment before, spending the night or just to hang out. Sometimes he brings you food and snacks when you need it, or he just checks on you. He has a spare key in case of anything and he’s glad he does when the door’s locked with no answer. He calls you once more time, knocking until he hears something. It’s faint, but it sounds like movement. So, you’re awake. But not answering the door. Sighing, he unlocks the door.
The apartment is not surprising to him, the windows covered and reflective surfaces covered. He was afraid of this, but he continues on. When he reaches your room, he hears more sniffling and crying. “[Y/N]?”
“Leave me be, Shōyō,”
“[Y/N], please. The team misses you,”
“Fuck off. I’m a charity case to them, I know it. Why else would they keep me around? I should just wallow away,” your voice sounds tired, the thought of the boys sticking with you out of pity a common thought you’ve had.
A thought that isn’t true, but breaks Hinata’s heart. “You know that’s not true. Everyone loves you! Even Bokuto,”
“Shōyō, shut up. Empty words do nothing. Maybe it’d be better if I just... stayed here. Maybe I should just end the misery,”
“Do not. Talk like that. Please.” Hinata’s voice cracks with each word. He knew you were bad, but you could pretend like everything was fine. He should’ve known the harsh treatment yesterday would affect you like this. He should’ve spent the night with you when you ordered a salad and a water. He should’ve told the coach or Meian when you went to the bathroom for 10 minutes that you were trying to throw up. Your lie of there being a line was obvious, a common excuse after a long time away. Hinata felt his chest tighten as he realized you didn’t answer him. “I’m getting Bokuto.”
“Shōyō! Don’t you dare!” Your screams do nothing as he basically runs out your apartment, you flinging the door open to see him gone. You start crying more, afraid that Bokuto will see just how pathetic you are. If he ever looked at you with disgust, the way everyone else does, you don’t know if you could continue on with your life.
Maybe it’d be better that way.
Bokuto doesn’t really know what’s going on, one moment he’s stretching and the next he’s running to the train station with Hinata’s words repeating over and over again.
‘[Y/N] needs you’
Bokuto’s first thought immediately went into the gutters, a blush coating his cheeks until Hinata continued.
‘I think she’s in trouble’
With those two sentences, Bokuto ran off, forgetting his bag and just taking his phone with him. He only needed his phone, really. Strange stares from the public didn’t bother him, he knows he’s still wearing his practice clothes and his knee pads, the material looking like leggings. He made it to the train station before it left, getting on and calling Hinata back.
“Bokuto?”
“I’m on the train, is everything okay?” He was panting, the train station being a bit away from the practice gym. He didn’t even bother sitting, just standing beside the doors.
“I don’t know. She’s.. She’s in a bad place. She won’t listen to me, but she’ll listen to you,” Hinata’s words are slightly muffled, sniffling accompanying his sentence. The words make Bokuto’s chest tighten.
“I don’t know what I can do, you’re her best friend. What could I do?”
“She’s in love with you. Has been for a while, actually. I know you can help her where I can’t. Just — I’ll give you her apartment key when you get to the station. Once I do, please go to her. Please,”
“I—“ Bokuto’s eyes are wide, his face definitely pink now. He’s still worried about you, but the idea of you actually liking him — no, loving him the same way he loves you, it makes him giddy. It gives him the push he needs to make it to you.
As soon as the doors open, there’s Hinata, holding a key ring for him to take. Bokuto doesn’t hesitate, a quick nod in Hinata’s direction before he rushes off to your apartment complex. All of the boys have been to your apartment before, but Bokuto and Hinata are the only ones who know the way to the place. Bokuto has gotten a bit drunk before and ended up crashing at your place, as well as just staying there when practices run late since his place is the farthest away from their practice gym.
Arriving at the apartment, he slides the key in and turns the knob, momentarily confused at the sheets covering your glass coffee table and the TV, but he continues in. He knocks on your bedroom door. “[Y/N]? Are you in here?” When he gets no response, he freaks out. Turning the knob, he notices you’re not in there, but there are more sheets covering things, as well as the blinds being shut. Even more confused, he turns back to the hallway and notices the bathroom door is closed. Fear strikes him as he thinks he knows why you’re not answering — he hopes he’s wrong.
When he opens the door, he realizes he was partially right. With a bottle of wine pressed to your lips, an empty pill bottle in one hand, your eyes wide as Bokuto’s golden eyes met yours. A brief moment of anger flashed across his face before you were forced over the toilet, his thick fingers going down your throat.
“Shtap!” Your muffled voice comes out, gagging around his fingers as he attempts to activate your gag reflex. He doesn’t stop, your squirming easily quelled against his strong grip on your arms pinning them back. You feel the bile rise and then you’re expelling the contents of your stomach into the toilet, coughing and sputtering as the painkillers you just took are now emptied into the porcelain bowl. Bokuto doesn’t let go of you as you cry, trying to get out of his hold.
He doesn’t know what he should bring up first, the fact Hinata called him over or the fact he caught you in the middle of a suicide attempt. You’re screaming and telling him to get off of you, but he instead holds you closer, your sobs fading as tears spill out of his own eyes, staining the hoodie you’re in. “Why would you do that?” He whispers.
You don’t know how to respond to that, instead choosing the phrase, “why not?” His face scrunches up and you don’t know if he’s in pain or angry as he shakes you.
“Why would you do that?! Don’t you know how many people would be distraught over you? Hinata would be inconsolable! Who would TsumTsum and I joke with? Did you even think about that? Did you think about me?” His voice is loud and it makes you cry harder, the weight of his words hitting deep. Bokuto’s been there for you through a lot and you’ve been facing all your problems on your own. “You can’t just do that! That’s selfish!”
“Why would it matter, Bo? What’s the point? I can’t face myself let alone face my feelings! Why not just stop hurting?” You’re both crying, him holding onto you tightly as you dry heave a bit, a stinging in the back of your throat and an arrow in your heart.
“Why can’t you face your feelings? You have Hinata and me!” Before you can tell him something else, he presses his lips to your forehead. You freeze. “I don’t know what I’d do if you left me. I don’t think I could live without you,” He dryly chuckles, tears still streaking down his face. You hiccup and look down, afraid to face him.
“You don’t mean that. You’re trying to make me feel better, I know. Just be honest with your feelings. I’m already low enough, no reason to keep up appearances,” more tears come out as you try to not break into another fit. Bokuto would never look at you the same you looked at him, especially not after seeing you like this. You couldn’t blame him, you look like a mess in your old sweatpants and the old hoodie that felt too tight even if it was one of the largest sizes you could find. Your hair is no better, hasn’t been brushed and you’ve been in bed for a while.
“Hinata said you loved me—“
“Stop,”
“So I came because he said he was worried—“
“You don’t need to say it,”
“If I had been a second later—“
“Stop it, please,”
“I wouldn’t have been able to tell you my feelings—“
“Please, don’t,” you cover your face, tears blurring your vision anyways. Bokuto removes your hands, looking into your eyes. His own are full of warmth and love, not disgust or regret. It makes you cry more, a horrible wail as you dive into his chest. He laughs as his arms wrap around you, comforting in these dark moments.
“I love you, you know? I have for a while,”
“Why? What do you see in me? What could I possibly have to attract you? I’m not—“
“Don’t say it. Don’t say ‘I’m not like other girls’, because everyone’s different. You make me want to be a better man, you make me excited for each new day. Nobody can compare to you,”
“I can’t.. I’m sorry, I can’t trust you. I’ve— I’ve been made fun of for too long, I want to trust you, I want to love you, I want to be with you, but I don’t know if my heart can take another one,”
“Another— what?”
“It’s a long story, I don’t want to bore you,”
“Baby, I’m not going anywhere,” he nuzzles your cheek, more tears spilling out as your chest tightens with love.
You decided to explain to him what happened in the past and how you trusted Hinata. Bokuto brought you to your room and made you some tea, brought a bottle of water, and also made you a snack. The thought of eating made you feel sick, but a pouty buff man had you slowly nibbling on the piece of toast. You hadn’t eaten since dinner the previous day, so you wanted to inhale it, but you didn’t think you could stomach it.
After explaining everything to Bokuto, you tried to laugh it off, saying it wasn’t a big deal, but he refused to accept that. A quick call to Hinata to let him know you were okay and that Bokuto would be taking a day off was the next step, letting Bokuto stay with you for the rest of the day. He didn’t want to leave you alone, the fear of almost losing you still making his heart race in a bad way. Even as you just scrolled through InstaGram on your phone, he worried if he left you’d go back to the dark headspace. He couldn’t stop it, but he figured he could prevent it.
The first thing to change your mood is get you in the shower.
When he bounced back into your room, you looked at him from your position. You looked exhausted, the toast only half eaten but the glass was empty. Bokuto shook his head and clicked his tongue. “You need to refresh yourself. Time to take a shower!”
“What are you, my dad? If you want me to do it then make me,” You muttered, snuggling back under the covers. Bokuto closed his eyes and sighed, trying to not say anything sexual.
“I will throw you over my shoulder and into the bathroom. Don’t underestimate me, [Y/N],” the bed dips as he sits on the edge. “I’ll strip you down and wash you if I have to,”
“Why are you so forceful? Damn,” you made it sound like a bad thing, but you were smiling. “Fine, I’ll shower. You don’t gotta wash me, I’m not a baby,”
“But you’re my baby?” He sounded so confused, you freezing half out of the bed. Clearing your throat, you continued.
“Uh, sure. Are you planning on leaving soon? Or..”
“Nope! I’m staying over. I’ll change the sheets while you shower, too!”
“Oh, okay,” you say, numbly getting up to get clothes. With the lack of clean clothes, you have a few shirts and some pajama pants, but your stomach twists as you realize why they’re clean. They don’t fit as nicely as the other clothes, so you face two options: reuse the hoodie you’re wearing or face the humiliation of putting on a tight shirt. Thinking of the restriction, you decide the hoodie would be best. A large pair of pajama pants and a pair of panties is all you take, but Bokuto notices the lack of clothes.
“Are you just changing your pants? You’re showering, right?” Hes rifling through his bag, planning on changing out his practice clothes while you’re in the shower. He doesn’t want to get your clean sheets dirty, after all.
“Um, I’m out of shirts, so.. I’ll just reuse the hoodie,” you shrug, not seeing a problem. His eyes light up as he holds a finger up, digging through his bag once more. Apparently, Hinata dropped it off while you were taking a nap, all that crying had exhausted you. Bokuto smiles brightly as he pulls out his own hoodie, the black hoodie with the golden MSBY brand and the Black Jackal claws. “I don’t think—“
“I’ve been dreaming of you in my hoodie for some time, so this is a perfect opportunity! I’d prefer you to wear this,”
“Uh, I’m pretty big, Bokuto. I don’t think it’ll fit, if I’m being honest,” you look down at the ground, the disgust from earlier rising in your chest. Bokuto just tilts his head to the side.
“I think it’ll fit. It’s pretty big on me, so it’ll fit. If it doesn’t, let me know. I’ll get you something else,” he just shrugs, holding out the hoodie. His name is on the back and in a way, it feels like he’s marking his territory. You take it, thanking him as you head towards the bathroom. If it didn’t fit, you didn’t know what you’d do.
When you finished washing up, you put on the clothes. As big as Bokuto was, you still didn’t expect the hoodie to fit. When it slid on easily, you were highly surprised, but also it took you a moment to collect yourself. Seeing you in his hoodie was something out of your wildest dreams, him even telling you he’s fantasized about it making your body hotter than it should be. You had to calm yourself down before exiting the bathroom, entering the bedroom to see him lying on the bed in sweatpants. That’s it.
“Where the hell are your clothes?!” You cover your face, spreading your fingers a bit to see him stand up excitedly.
“You look so good in my hoodie!” He hugged you tightly, lifting you up a bit.
“Don’t pick me up, put on a shirt!” The only thing separating your skin from his was the hoodie which, well, wasn’t very thick. The zipper itself was as high as it could go but still felt too low.
“Why? Don’t I look good? Are you uncomfortable?”
“Yes, you look good and I’m uncomfortable. This is just a weird situation,” you try to explain... as if you had a shred of dignity left. The laptop propped open with the opening of your favorite movie caught your attention. “Are you gonna watch a movie?”
“We’re gonna watch it! To make you feel better, of course!” He seemed so proud of himself, standing with his fists on his hips as he smiled. You shook your head, rolling your eyes.
“Okay, then. Do you want snacks?”
“Snacks?!”
After getting snacks for the movie, to which he fed you some while you fed him, you ended up falling asleep as you watched the movie. It was nice and warm under the covers and Bokuto’s body heat right next to you helped to lull you to sleep. He didn’t seem to notice you falling asleep until your head hit his shoulder, eyes closed as you peacefully slept. After pressing a kiss to your forehead, he closed to laptop and got comfortable under the sheets. The worry of him losing you was still there, but he kept his arms around you tightly in case it was a dream. Like you, he hoped it wasn’t.
Waking up wasn’t that bad, an urge to quench your dry throat a common thing to wake up to. What wasn’t common, however, was the thing poking your butt. Now fully awake, you tried to shoot up in bed to see what was going on but Bokuto’s arms held you down. It was then you realized what was poking you. Attempting to get his arms off of you was a hard feat, trying to squeeze out of the grip when he moaned. You froze and looked at his face, still asleep. Attempting to move again, he let out another one. It didn’t take a genius to figure it out.
He was having a wet dream. In your bed. Beside you.
Your immediate thought was who? Your next thought was me? You dismissed that idea, rolling your eyes as if that could happen. Well, until your name came past his lips. You were surprised to hear it, even if he showed and attempted to prove his feelings for you. Him dreaming of you subconsciously? It gave you confidence.
Enough confidence to wake him up and let him continue his dream in reality? No.
But, you didn’t think you’d have another dark episode anytime soon. He didn’t seem to relent his grip on your body, so you dealt with it, staring at the wall in the dark as he continued his noises. Well, at least until he bucked his hips. You gasped as he did, him waking up to your noise. “You ‘kay? Somethin’ wrong?”
Wide eyes looked at him, before glancing down and flickering back up. He follows your eyes and his face goes red. It’s hard to tell in the dark, but the moonlight coming in from the uncovered window illuminates enough. “I am so sorry, I’ll le—“
“Why?” You can’t stop yourself from asking, immediately smacking your forehead. He’s a bit confused from your actions, but you continue. “Um, I’d, uh- I’d like to know what you dreaming about.” Confidence? Yeah, right. You’re practically shaking from the fear of his answer. Of course, it was your name but you could’ve heard wrong, right? Yeah, you—
“My boner speaks for itself, doesn’t it?” Does he have shame? You just look at him so exasperated as he just stares at you, not too sure what you were expecting. “Or do you not know?”
“I— Okay. Was it me?”
“Who... who else would it be?”
“Oh, okay. Why?” You’re both so confused, you not understanding the appeal while he’s not understanding why it’s so weird. Or confusing.
“Why not? I’m in the bed with my girlfriend, longtime crush, who I find extremely attractive? Is this too much? Is it wrong for me to, um, wanna do that? Or dream about it?” No shame!
“I’m still having problems seeing things from your perspective, but okay. Still cannot see the appealing side of me, so it’s just... it’s weird for me to actually realize you like that. You actually,” you gulp, “like me,”
“I’ll say it as many times as I need to, [Y/N]. You’re perfect in my eyes. I want you to see that in your eyes, too,”
“I cannot, if ever, do that. Sorry,” you just shrug, going back to lay down. It isn’t long until he’s straddling you. “What are you doing?”
“I want to make you see things how I do. You gave me this,” he gestured to the bulge in his sweatpants. Looking at it too long scares you, the size scaring you more. “I want you,”
“Oh my god, I’m being dead serious now: you are not gonna like what you see. I’m not attractive, Bo,”
“Let me be the judge of that, hm?” It’s the only thing he says, but you hesitantly nod. He smiles and as much as you want to enjoy it, you’re still shaking. You have no idea what’s coming next, you don’t know what he’s gonna do once he sees what’s underneath and it scares you. So badly. His hands go underneath your—his hoodie, running over your skin. “If you’re scared, I can stop. I don’t want to push you into anything,”
“It’s not that, I just can’t see what you see. But I want to. I want to see myself in your eyes, if you can do that,”
“All you gotta do is give me a signal if you want me to stop. I’ll try my best but you’re gonna have to relax, baby,” he has no idea what his words are doing to you. You just nod as he smiles, leaning down to kiss your forehead. He isn’t rough and excited, but rather gentle and soothing. Hands running under the hoodie eventually go up to the zipper, slowly pulling it down. It’s a small thing, but you notice his eyes flickering to your face for any sign of distress. Evening your breathing, you let him completely pull the zipper down as your skin is completely bare to him. You hide your face in shame, ready to apologize and have a million excuses lined up, but he doesn’t let that happen when he starts licking your chest.
“Oh!” Your hands thread through his hair, softer than you expected as it barely brushes against your skin. His eyes are still on you, your fingers moving his strands away so he could clearly see you and you, him. The way his predatory gaze latches onto your face has heat pooling between your legs, rubbing them together to create some kind of friction. Keeping his tongue connected to your skin, his eyes on yours, he moves onto one of your breasts. Popping your nipple into his mouth, he swirls the perked nipple in his mouth as his hand tweaks your other nipple. You’re panting, your head is thrown back as he continues. Soon enough, just rolling your nipples in between his fingers is not enough.
Gathering spit in his mouth, he lets it dribble onto your skin. It’s warm and slick, when he smears it across your other breast as goes back to tweaking your nipples. You look down at what he’s doing only to find him grinning devilishly at you. He then goes down to your stomach, biting into the flesh there. “Bokuto!”
“What? I just wanna taste you,” he shrugs, before licking the area he bit. He has a lot of spit, too, sucking into your flesh and leaving behind a bite mark and his saliva. It’s.. kind of gross, but hot. When he comes back up to your face, he pushes his lips against yours so forcefully that you’re reeling back, mouth opening as he slips his tongue in. It’s a deep, passionate kiss as he runs his hands over your body, squeezing anything he can as he slips his fingers into your pants. “May I?”
“Of course.” Once he has the okay, he moves back down, occasionally leaving love bites as he does. Pulling down your pants, he finds himself face to face with your damp panties. You don’t have time to get embarrassed, however, when he sticks his nose into your crotch and licks the fabric. “What is up with you and licking?” You giggle, finding humor in it. He just pops back up, shrugging. You giggle again, throwing your head back in the pillows. He goes to pull down your panties, sliding them down your legs until they’re completely off. Except for his hoodie, you’re completely naked.
Now if only you could have his cum in you, then would his wet dream be complete. However, there was one more thing he’s always wanted to try, but he’s worried you’ll be against it. “Babe?”
“Is something wrong?”
“No! No! Nothing’s wrong!” He hates how your mind immediately goes negative. Your shoulders relax and your wide eyes slowly lessen as you realize nothing wrong, yet. “Um, can you sit on my face?”
“Bokuto, I don’t-“
“C’mon, please? I’ve always wanted to try it! Especially between them delicious thick thighs of yours,” he then licked his lips with a resounding moan. Although embarrassed, you roll your eyes.
“If I’m too heavy, let me know. I’ll— I’ll get off,” you prop yourself up on your hands, feeling his spit ooze down your body. “You have a lot of spit. Reminds me of how much you sweat,”
“I produce a lot of liquids, y’know?” If it wasn’t for his wiggling eyebrows as he widely grins, you would not know he meant it to be sexual.
“Lay down!”
“Yes, ma’am,” he excitedly gets on his back, his bulge much more prominent than before now that it’s just there. You can see it. You’re still hesitant, but eventually move to straddle his face. He helps you, easily maneuvering your dripping cunt over his mouth. With his strong hands, he forces you down on top of him to the point where your legs can’t keep you up. You attempt to get up, afraid you’re crushing him but he keeps you firmly planted on his face.
A growl erupts from his throat when he gets tired of your squirming, you halting your movements as you try to calm down. His thumbs run over the skin of your thighs to try and soothe you. And it works. You’re feeling lightheaded as he sucks and licks your cunt and probably makes it messier than it is. He brushes his teeth over your clit, sending shivers down your spine as you moan from the feeling. With a grin, you can tell, he gets to work on tongue fucking you as well as sucking on your clit. It isn’t long until your fingernails are digging into his abdomen as you let out a high moan as you come undone on his face. He moans himself, using his thick tongue to gather up every ounce you produced. He also makes a loud slurping noise as he cleans it up.
You move off of him, panting as you look at him. He looks absolutely blissed out, like he saw Nirvana and Heaven all at once. You smile at him, his own smile wide and proud. He immediately gets up, pushing hips lips against yours once more as he licks the corners of your mouth. He is quickly moving to pull down his sweatpants and boxers, but hesitates. “You sure you want this?”
“You aren’t allowed to stop now,” you giggle as he glows, pulling down his pants. Your eyes go wide as you realize how big he actually is. The bulge in his pants was nothing. It is scary, you wondering if it’ll fit.
“Everything okay? Do you— Do you not want it?” He sounds so sad, you immediately coo at him, forgetting the third leg he has.
“No, no, no baby! It’s just— you’re very big. I did not expect that. Just be gentle, yeah?”
“Of course!” Another kiss to your lips, this one more of a peck than a passionate open mouthed kiss. “Can you get on your hands and knees?” You listen to him, rolling over on your stomach before getting in position. This way, you don’t have to worry about seeing him and can focus on what he’s doing, so it’s better in a way. Really, Bokuto just wants to end the night with you on your back and he plans on having you shaking from multiple orgasms before it’s over. He guides his cock to your entrance, a shaky breath leave him as his tip brushes against your folds. You shiver yourself, feeling yourself about to cry, but you wait.
Once he pushes into you, the tears come out for a different reason. “I’m sorry, it’ll feel better in a moment,” he licks your cheek, nuzzling you. You nod as you try to relax, him continuing to push into you. It isn’t until he nudged against your cervix does he stop. Even then, he is still not completely in you. He focuses on evening his breathing, inhaling your shampooed hair. It’s hard to not blow his load so quickly, you squeezing him so tightly. You’re nice and snug, though, your walls eventually relaxing as he stays inside.
“You can— you can move, Bo,”
“Fuck yeah,” he grunts, pulling out only to roughly thrust into you. You lurch forward from the thrust, immediately dropping your mouth open to moan as he sets a steady pace. It’s not fast or slow, but he’s definitely rough with his thrusts. It’s the grunts that really do you in, the way his hands grab at your ass and hips, sounds of pleasure coming from his as sinks his cock into your cunt that has you tightening around him. With a mewl, you have another orgasm and he curses, a low “shit” coming out as he struggles to pull out. He leans down to put his mouth next to your ear, biting the shell as he continues. He doesn’t even break a sweat as he does, stilling himself deep inside you as he lets out a low groan, your eyes scrunch together as you whimper. His cum fills you up to the brim, his hips swiveling to make sure he’s all done.
Well, for that round.
You’re panting heavily as he leaves you, leaning back as he watches your legs shake. His cum oozes out of you, your cunt clenching as it makes more pour out. It’s a beautiful reality, but he wants more. You’re soon flipped onto your back as he is over you again, his hands on the back of your knees, pushing them up. It’s not uncomfortable, but it’s not a very comfortable position, either. Confusion is etched in your face as he does, but his lidded eyes as he licks his lips tell you he’s not done. You’re exhausted, but he’s not.
He wastes no time in sinking himself back into you, his eyes focused on your face as you moan. His grin is almost evil, the way his lips stretch as he bottoms out inside you before roughly thrusting into you. It didn’t take long for another orgasm to start to buildup in you, your head thrown back as your back arches, your head turned to the side as he leans down to lick and bite your collarbone, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh. His hands find yours, intertwining his fingers with yours as he brings them up to your head. You focus on the way his arms flex, the muscles bulging with each thrusts as he puts every ounce of effort into the action. It really shows to how much he loves you and your body.
Even with all the marks on your body, even with all the places he’s touched and licked, that gnawing thought of you worrying nags him. The thought that you’ll still not know just how much he loves you. The thought that you’ll think it was a one time thing. He needs to know you know. He needs to know you’re seeing things in his perspective now. One hand leaves yours, it finding itself around your throat.
“Say my name,” he grunts, alternating his gaze between your face and his cock disappearing inside you. It’s something he’ll never get over. Maybe next time, he can record you two.
“B-Bo—“
“No, my given name. I want you to scream it,” his grip on your neck gets tighter, your walls tightening at the same time. He groans as he throws his head back, his thrusts slowing down as he drags his cock against your walls. “I want your neighbors to know who’s fucking you,”
“You, Kōtarō!” You loudly moan, humming in pleasure as he picks up the pace.
“Who’s making you feel this good? Who does your little cunt belong to?”
“God, you! It belongs to Kōtarō!” You scream, your eyes rolling back as his hands go back to under your knees, pushing them up to your chest. It’s hard to breathe, but you’re clamping down on his cock as a sheen of white forms around it, your slick dripping down your ass and down his balls. The last urge he needed to fuck you like an animal was that, you screaming his name. Your ands wrap around his neck, the material of his jacket rubbing against his thick neck as your nails take down his back. Hissing, he fucks you faster and harder, determination set to get you to one more orgasm. It doesn’t take long, your mouth hanging open as you come undone for one last time, him burying himself as far as he can as he spills another load into you. It’s heavy and fulfilling, but it’s wonderful. A wonderful feeling of being loved.
As you both come down from your highs, he gives you another sloppy kiss. Instead of pulling out, he released your legs and lays on his side, taking you with him.
“Shouldn’t we clean up?”
“That can wait. I don’t wanna leave quite yet,” he pants out, another sloppy kiss. Like he can’t get enough.
Really though, he can’t. He loves you too much
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Cant help falling in love with you II Oikawa Toru
Wise men say
Only fools rush in
He liked to think of himself as a calculated individual. All his life he would plan things ahead and if something spontaneous happened then he was quick to morph his schedule around it. Very few aspects of his life were left to luck and destiny. Very few things could truly throw him off his pace. Girls were never one of those things. They came and went into his, always throwing bitter words at him when they realized that they too had to wait for their moments in his schedule. He never rushed with love. Mainly because he never truly fell in love. He could brag to his friends about his new girlfriend and how in love they are but they knew that it wouldn’t last.
Iwaizumi would scoff at his best friend’s antics. Makki and Mattsun would tease him about it, making bets on how long this relationship would last. Y/N, you, would only roll her eyes saying a simple “This isn’t love Toru” before going back to your lunch. Your words would hurt more than the other’s and he couldn’t tell why. He figured it must be that you have been one of his longtime friends, since you’ve been neighbors for years now. Then again, Iwa has been in his life longer, so why does he find himself ruining his well thought plans for you? Why does he find himself outside your house when he should be spending time with his beloved girlfriend? Why does he want to be the first to comfort you after your nasty break up? Maybe that was the first sign. He would be by your side without hesitation just like you were for him but for him it was different. It was the warm feeling of relief as you hugged him and cursed out your ex. It was that lingering sensation of home whenever he was near you. It was that never ending want to be beside you. It was his heart fluttering in his chest every time you hugged him after a game. It was the sensation of drowning when he saw you with someone else. He didn’t know what it was and he wouldn’t for quite some time.
But I can't help falling in love with you
Shall I stay?
Would it be a sin
An automatic voice announced the arrival of another flight, flooding the airport with swarms of passengers. Loved ones waited near the exits, tears running down their cheeks as they searched for their own. Somewhere in the distance he could hear laughter and luggage being dropped, sounds of muffled words and kisses, of heels clicking on the polished floor as they sped up. But he could also hear cries. Soft sobs and hiccups, promises to call each other once the flight lands, mothers telling their children to make sure to eat proper meals and go to sleep early, couples relishing their final moments together before one of them had to leave. He could hear those quiet sniffles and wobbly words coming from the people in front of him. All the boys had promised you not to cry at the airport, that they would wait until you are in the car to start their sob fest. Lies. Three high school graduates had been diminished to teary messes as they waved at the fourth member of their little gang.
“Oikawa you bastard!”
“Making grown men cry, shame on you”
“This is your fault Shittykawa.”
“Can I please say goodbye to him without you three ruining the moment with your blabbering?” You were answered with three glares before they turned around and walked to the nearest bench, Mattsun opening a tissue pack and handing one to the other two. Letting out a sigh to calm your heartbeat you looked at him. He too was almost crying, you could see the unshed tears in his eyes as he stared into your own. You wanted to start sobbing right then and there. You wanted to grab him by the collar and beg him to stay with you. To not leave you here alone. I don’t know what to do without you.
“Please don’t cry Y/N-chan. If you break down then I break down.” He said with a wobbly smile which was the last straw for you. Launching yourself to him, you wrapped your arms around his neck bringing him flush to your chest, nonsense spewing from your lips. Toru could barely hear what you were saying, your voice being muffled by his chest. It was a jumble of apologies, shittykawas and “be safe”. He buried his face in your hair, trembles of his own wrecking his body as the realization that he doesn’t want to let go hit him like a truck. He wanted to chase his dream -that was his plan- but he wanted you to be there with him. Hugging you tighter he hoped that you could lessen the burning in his chest. In that moment he knew what true love felt like and he wished he didn’t have to leave as soon as he had found it.
If I can't help falling in love with you?
Brazil is lonelier than expected. Sure he had made some new friends, his teammates were great, the two successful hookups he had were okay but nothing could compete with the hollowness in his chest. He called you every night. Every single night. And if he couldn’t call you for some reason he would make up for it on his way to practice in the morning. It was a nice routine the two of you had easily fallen into. Still, he would give anything for you to actually be there with him, laughing at his dumb jokes or scowlding him for over exceerting his knee. It’s hard being in love, that’s what one of his teammates had said to him. And he couldn’t be more correct.
Like a river flows
Surely to the sea
He checked the flight screen again. Flight 386 delayed. Just his luck. The flowers in his hands were starting to feel a little too heavy as the minutes went by. He had arrived at the airport earlier then when your flight was to arrive so he would be sure to be the first person waiting at the exit. That was an hour ago. He had called Iwa to chat for a little, promising to pay him a visit now that you would be here getting only a “I only want to see Y/N, Shittykawa.” Lies!! He was still on the phone with Iwa, letting out sigh after sigh as he waited for your delayed flight to arrive.
“Why did it have to be Y/N-chan’s flight that got delayed???” he whined to Iwa. “I haven’t seen her in months come on!”
“You call her everyday!”
“It’s different Iwa-chan. She’s not next to me!” A long pause stretched in between them and Toru was certain that his phone died.
“Don’t break her heart Shittykawa. She was already a mess when you left, don’t make me beat your ass.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He smiled even though Iwa couldn’t see it. “I love her after all.”
Darling, so it goes
Some things are meant to be
People kept coming out from the exit but still after half an hour since your flight landed no sign of you. Toru was perched at the very front, his elbows resting on the metal bars that separated the crowd from the glass doors. Every time the doors opened his heart would leap in his chest, eyes darting from one person to the next, stealing glances at the corridor behind them just to catch a glimpse of your hair. He knew you were on this flight he was just being impatient. Ten more minutes passed before he saw it. He could never forget the Aoba Johsai colors on his old jacket. Not in this lifetime. His heart was beating in his ears at this point as the doors opened again allowing you to walk inside the main hall of the airport, hair disheveled but eyes bright as they landed on him.
Take my hand
Take my whole life too
Your grip on his shoulders never loosened as he picked you off the ground in a long awaited hug. He could feel your tears through his shirt just like you could feel his on your neck. You gripped him as if he would soon disappear. He held you like a lifeline and as stars start to burst, your lips met. The kiss was filled with emotion; longing, regret, relief, love. His lips were soft, kissing you with a gentleness you had never experienced before and leaving you breathless. Parting for air you both let out giggles and snorts before kissing again, I love you’s flying in each and every direction. Finally, after all these months, he felt at home.
For I can't help falling in love with you
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Valentine’s Day Surprise (Alex Morgan x Reader)
Anonymous Request: A valentine one when Alex’s military girlfriend surprises her at a game
Got the request late last night, so didn’t get it done for Valentine’s Day, but I think the day after Valentine’s Day is still just fine. ;)
Please enjoy the cheese fest!
Today was probably one of the worst days of Alex Morgan’s life.
Valentine’s Day.
It was the worst day for her because it brought into stark relief that the woman she loved more than anything in the world, wasn’t here.
Alex sighs deeply, drawing the attention of Kelley O’Hara who was sitting beside her on the bus headed to yet another game.
The defender frowns sadly.
“Have you heard from her?” Kelley asks and the forward shakes her head.
“She said she’d get a hold of me when she could, but she wasn’t sure when that would be.” Alex smiles sadly, leaning her head on Kelley’s shoulder.
“It’s okay Al.” She whispers, slipping an arm around Alex’s middle. “I’m sure she’ll call you the second she can.” Kelley reassures and Alex nods, her eyes fluttering shut.
At the front of the bus, Vlatko Andonovski’s phone chimes, the man glancing over his shoulder at one of his best forwards with a smile.
Little did she know that he had a plan set in motion that would lift the woman’s spirits more than she could ever imagine.
***
You jump in the air backstage throwing a fist high as your girlfriend celebrates her goal with her teammates, her second goal of the game to be exact and the first half was far from over.
You rub your hands together; it was right before the second half when you would make your presence known and you were nervous.
It had been over a year since you were last in the presence of Alex Morgan, a year since you went overseas to fight for you country.
A year since you held her in your arms.
A year since you kissed her.
You look up at the TV with a small smile, the commentators talking about how on her game she was, even with the love of her life overseas on Valentine’s Day.
You chuckle.
“Little do you know.”
***
Alex exhales loudly, bringing her shirt up to wipe her sweat covered face. She stretches as she moves to the sidelines to grab her things, but she’s cut off by none other than Vlatko Andonovski.
He motions for the other players to join them, which they quickly do, all gathering in a huddle.
“Great first half, a few things to discuss in the locker room, but I have something for you.” He nods to Alex whose brows knit together in confusion.
“What about us?” Kelley pouts.
Vlatko grins.
“I think all of you will like this surprise.” He pulls back from the huddle, before holding his hand up in the air.
The PA system crackles to life and you swallow hard.
It’s time, time to see the woman you love more than anything in the world again after a year.
“IF YOU COULD TURN YOUR ATTENTION TO THE TUNNEL PLEASE!” The voice over the intercom announces loudly and you nod to yourself before walking down the darkened hallway towards the field.
Alex’s blue orbs double in size when you step out of the tunnel, your eyes locking.
“Y/N...” She whispers under her breath, her feet rooted to the ground.
“LETS WELCOME HOME Y/N Y/L/N HOME FROM A YEAR OF MILITARY LEAVE.”
The crowd erupts, Alex’s teammates beaming and cheering as you make your way towards the woman who has tears siding down her cheeks.
Alex lets out a shudder the second you stop in front of her, the two of you less than a foot apart.
“Y/N...?” She whispers in disbelief and you chuckle, sniffling as the tears you’d be holding back slip down your cheeks.
“Yeah?” You whisper, ever so gently cupping her cheek, and Alex finally snaps out of her trance.
You laugh as Alex tackles you to the ground, the air knocked out of your lungs as you hit the turf, but you couldn’t care less, the woman you love more than anything in the world was in your arms.
“You’re here.” She whispers as she buries her face in your neck, kissing it over and over again as she chants, you’re here, over and over again.
Alex pulls back, hovering over you, tears falling down onto your already tear covered face.
You sit up, your lips inches apart as tears cascade down your cheeks.
Alex leans in, her nose brushing yours and you beam.
“God, I’ve missed you so much.” You whisper and Alex laughs, bridging the gap between the two of you, your lips pressing together, the kiss longing, passionate, a kiss that says I love you, I missed you, please don’t ever leave me again.
Eventually, you part, neither going far as you rest your foreheads against one another’s.
“Don’t leave me again.” Alex begs, brushing her nose against yours and you sniffle, your bottom lip trembling.
“Never.”
Alex pulls back abruptly, blue orbs wide.
“Are you serious?” She asks and you nod, more tears escaping your watery Y/E/C orbs.
“I’m home... For good.” You whisper and Alex squeals again slamming her lips against yours.
You laugh, wrapping your arms tightly around her.
“I love you so much.” You whisper against her lips, reciprocating the kiss as best as you can when you can’t stop grinning.
Alex rests her forehead against yours as you both laugh, playfully bumping your noses together.
“Wait, where will you stay?” The forward asks and you smile, cupping her cheeks and ridding her smooth skin of the tears still leaking from her blue eyes.
“I’m already home.” You whisper and Alex’s brow furrows. “Wherever you are... That’s home.” You grin and Alex lets out a watery laugh, fresh tears running down her face.
“Of course, if you want me...” You shrug and Alex rolls her blood shot eyes before slamming her lips against yours again.
The two of you again part, Alex burying her face in the crook of your neck.
“Of course, I do, you dummy.” She giggles and you grin, falling back as you give her a squeeze.
“You done hogging G.I. Jane?” You hear a familiar voice ask and the two of you sit up, realizing Alex’s teammates are impatiently waiting for a hug from the woman they had also missed, Kelley bouncing on her heels
You turn to Alex with a shrug.
“Don’t let them kill me, I just got back.” You jest and Alex shakes her head, cupping your cheeks and pressing a kiss to your lips.
“I won’t.”
Reluctantly, she moves off of you, holding her hand out to pull you to your feet, though the second you’re on your feet, you’re again tackled onto the turf by none other than Kelley O’Hara and Allie Long, the teams veteran’s; Ali, Ashlyn, Christen, Tobin, Carli, Becky, Julie and Megan not far behind.
You sit up best you can, laughing at the way Kelley clings to you like a Koala bear, the others surrounding you, either hugging you or touching you in some way.
Alex watches you, grinning as she shakes her head back and forth, meanwhile the younger team members are just watching the scene curiously.
“So that’s Alex’s girlfriend?” Emily asks and Mallory nods.
“She left before I could meet her.” She whispers and the youngsters all nod.
Eventually, you make it to your feet, even with all of the women hanging off of you, all excited to have you home, not only for just them, but for Alex as well, because they knew how much the forward had missed you.
You and Alex eventually gravitate towards one another, your smile wide as Alex’s arms slip around your neck.
“You’re home.” She whispers and another tear streaks down your cheek, you’d briefly wondered if you had run out of tears for the day, but one look into your favorite pair of blue eyes and you were crying again, because you were home and there was no way you were ever leaving again.
You lean in, your lips inches away from Alex’s as you whisper.
“I’m home.”
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A Foodie’s Second Chance
Word count: 1.1k
Pairing: Osamu Miya x gn!neutral
Genre: Fluff (with a smidge of angst)
AN: This is my submission for the HaikyuuCreations September prompt!
Prompt 1: A and B are each others’ first loves, but A and B have been broken up for a few years. Coincidentally, they reunite one fateful day, in which A confesses that they haven’t gotten over B at their reunion. // “Did you really think I could get over you, just like that?”
Prompt 2: “Can I have a taste of yours?” “Get your own!
Themes: Sapporo Autumn Festival & National First Love Day!
You walked down the aisles, admiring all the displays as your mouth began to water. The Sapporo Autumn Fest was truly a place for foodies to die at. “Thanks for dragging me out,” you grin, looking at your coworker.
Akaashi glanced down at you, smiling. “You looked really excited when I talked to you about it, how could I not?” He pats your head, causing you to duck down and scowl at him.
“Oi, just cause you’re taller than me doesn’t mean you can do that!”
“Is that you, ‘Kaashi?” You froze at the familiar voice. Turning, (e/c) orbs meet silver. “(N-Name)?” He stuttered, freezing in place.
“Myaa-sam, you know (L.Name)?” Akaashi looked between you both, his eyes widening in surprise.
“He was that ex-boyfriend I told you about,” you muttered under your breath. “I’m gonna go check out that booth over there!” You point in a random direction before sprinting off and mixing in the crowd. In hindsight, it makes sense that he was here. He was a foodie. Heck, you guys used to talk about this festival all the time back in high school.
“You guys dated?” Akaashi inquired, looking at Osamu.
Osamu sighed, pinching his nose before reluctantly nodding. “Yeah. Before they left to America to study for university.”
Akaashi opened his mouth to respond, only to get interrupted by a loud voice. “Oi, ‘Samu!” They both turned to see Atsumu. “Oh, ‘Kaashi! Bokkun was just lookin’ for ya.”
“AKAASHI!” Bokuto cheered, throwing himself at the editor.
Akaashi stumbled, righting himself up as Bokuto latched onto him. “Hello, Bokuto-san.” Akaashi patted Bokuto on the back.
“Let’s go try some food!” Bokuto grinned, dragging Akaashi away.
“They’re here.” Osamu muttered, elbowing Atsumu.
“Who?” Atsumu looked at his twin.
“(Name).”
“(Name)’s here?!” Atsumu exclaimed, looking around. “What are you doin’ standin’ round here for?! Go get your boo thing back!” With one shove, Atsumu sent Osamu in the direction that you were in. He let out a curse, running his hand through his hair before looking around for any sign of you.
“(Name)!” Osamu called, relieved as he spotted you in the crowd.
You cursed under your breath before reluctantly turning to face him. “Yes, Miya-san?”
He winced, “Miya-san?”
“That’s your name, isn’t it?” You shrug.
“Yeah, but I was always ‘Samu to you.”
“Well, things change after a few years I guess.” You crossed your arms. “Did you need something?”
“Oh! Akaashi ended up going with my brother and his team-mates.” You raise an eyebrow so he hastily adds, “‘Tsumu’s on the same team as Bokuto is.”
“Ah.” You chewed on your lip. You’d only come to the festival because Akaashi had invited you to come with him. He hadn’t mentioned meeting up with his friends. “Alright then.” You shrug. When you were in the States, you were used to being a foodie by yourself.
“I was thinking...do you think I could go with you instead?”
“What?”
Osamu shrugged, swallowing. “I mean, we always talked about goin’ together. Might as well since we’re both here, right?”
You fixed him with a hard stare, thoroughly considering it. If you were being honest, the sight of Osamu here had driven your instincts into overdrive. Your heart hadn’t stopped its fast-pace sprint as it rammed itself against your rib-cage. “...Fine. But only because we’ll be able to try more things.” Spinning on your heel, you stalked down the aisle. He sprinted after you, shoving his hands into his pocket as he walked beside you.
“Y’know that means you’ll have to share with me right?” He asked, amusement flickering in his features.
“Yes, and?”
“That’d be like an indirect kiss. Or was that what you wanted?”
“Shut up, Miya.”
“You know you love me,” he teased. He remembered this behaviour back in high-school. You were always more of a tsundere than you’d admit to.
“No I don’t,” you scoff. “How can I love someone who ghosted me after I moved away for college?” You lean down, looking at a menu and placing an order. Osamu was quick to place one right after you, paying for both meals.
“I’m sorry.”
“What?” Glancing up, you see the tremour in Osamu’s lips as he took his change back from the vendor.
He cleared his throat. “I said I’m sorry.”
“What for?”
Osamu kicked the ground awkwardly. The vendor called for your attention, handing you the two trays of food. Osamu reached out, taking one of the trays for you. “For not trying harder,” he muttered, his cheeks darkening. “To be honest, I never forgot about you.”
Icy claws squeezed your heart as you avoided looking at Osamu. “Me too. How could I? I loved you.”
“‘Loved’?”
You let out a hoarse chuckle, shaking your head. “I mean, it’s been years ‘Samu. Years. I can’t really say ‘I love you’ now, could I?”
“You said it the day you left.” Osamu grabbed your wrist, pulling you back towards him. His silver eyes bore into yours, searching them for something, anything, that could tell him how you were feeling in the moment. “Did you really think I could get over you, just like that? Knowing that the last words you said to me was ‘I love you’, and I wasn’t brave enough to say it back? Or to chase you after you’d left? You were my first love. I haven’t loved anyone else since. ”
Tears welled up in your eyes. “What are you tryin’ to say, ‘Samu? That this whole time, you’ve been in love with me?”
“Yes. ”
You flinched, “what the fuck?” The wall broke, tears shining in the golden light as they escaped your eyes. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Hopefully gettin’ the love of my life back?” As soon as he heard you sniffle, he fished out some napkins from his pocket. “C’mon, let’s go sit down, yeah?”
“You’re unbelievable, ‘Samu.” Rolling your eyes, you collapsed at the empty table, face buried in your hands.
“But do I have a chance? Or have you moved on already?” His eyes scanned the crowd, spotting Akaashi and Bokuto ordering food at another vendor close by.
Shaking your head, you let out a sigh. “I haven’t moved on yet.”
“Then I have a chance.”
You looked up, glaring at him. “You’re a dumbass, you know that?”
Osamu just chuckled before he started eyeing your food. “Can I get a taste of yours?”
“Get your own!” You scowl, leaning over and covering your tray. He chuckled, leaning back in his seat. Yep, still the same old (Name) he used to know. Hope blossomed in his chest. Maybe, just maybe, things could work out this time.
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You remember how tough it was to get over Kageyama.
The first week, you had to actively suppress the instinct to grab your phone and call him. You had to change the places you went to avoid 2 things: Tobio and your memories together. That meant finding a new gym, a new coffee shop, a new bookstore, a new everything. You also made it a goal to stop calling him Tobio. Took you 2 months before you broke it.
Hitoka was ever accommodating, and you really did appreciate her. But losing Kageyama not only meant losing your boyfriend, but losing your best friend as well. So you had to grieve for the loss of both on your own.
Hinata kept you updated on Kageyama, like you had requested him. It was to make sure that he didn’t do anything stupid. You were thankful for it. However small it was, it kept you at peace during times that your mind decided to venture into those dark corners.
After 6 months, you got promoted to Editor-In-Chief but in a different branch. There was a whole goodbye party. It was the last time you saw the team together in one room, and it was the last time you saw Kageyama.
Your first day at work did not go so well. The previous E.I.C was well-loved, and it showed. No one would talk to you outside of business. It was a completely different environment compared to the last place you worked in. Each decision you made was second-guessed, and they took every chance they got to undermine you.
Everyone saw you as this cruel woman from the city who overtook their beloved boss’ job. The employees were cold towards you, and for the first few days you stayed there, you felt so lonely.
You cried yourself to sleep each night.
The second week, you couldn’t take it anymore. A mistake an employee made pushed back the publishing dates by over a week. He blamed it on you and being as unpopular as you already were, your superiors believed him. You got reprimanded and a pay-cut for it.
You landed on your bed, quietly sniffling. The last hour of crying in your car really did a number on you. Your whole being may as well be numb with how you were feeling,
You had to talk to someone, you just knew it. Otherwise, you didn’t know what you were going to do. It was one thing to feel lonely but not alone, but to feel lonely and be alone was worse.
You turned your phone on, trying to control your sniffling as you pressed 2 on your speed dial.
It rang 3 times before the owner picked it up.
“Hello?”
“To–Kageyama?” You stuttered, mentally cursing yourself for almost calling him by his first name.
“Y–Y/N?”
Hearing his cool voice was like a splash of cold water under the drying heat, especially as he said your first name. Your brain was screaming at you to stop, to hang up, but you couldn’t care less. Not when you were this vulnerable. You allowed yourself this brief moment of weakness.
“Ye-yeah. H-hey.” You couldn’t stop your sniffling and hiccupping, and you couldn’t be bothered to try harder. You were simply focused on the sound of his voice.
“H-hey. How are–are you crying?” You heard the surprise in his voice shake off, to be completely replaced with worry. You felt a little relief, though you don’t admit that to yourself.
You tried to stop your sniffling, to no avail. “N-no,” Sniff. “I-I’m not–” Sniff. “–crying.” Sniff.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
Did you? Just thinking about it made you want to sob again. Not to mention you were talking to your ex, when you both clearly had not yet moved on.
“No, no, I just… I wanted to hear your voice.” You hoarsely whispered. You felt tears welling in your eyes, but this time, it was for him. The past suddenly flashed back to you, and you couldn’t help but shed a tear.
“Can you just talk? Maybe tell me about your day?” You asked. A fear lingered within you, that he might not comply. It was well within his rights. You were the one who broke up with him in the first place.
You heard shuffling on the other side And then silence. “It’s completely fine if you don’t. I understand.”
You slightly panicked. Had you crossed the line? Had you overstepped your boundaries? Maybe. You had no right–
“Sorry, just got out of the court and there’s bad signal inside.” You heard him opening his car and starting his engine, followed by a loud beep. He had connected you to his car.
You opened your mouth to speak, but were gently interrupted by Tobio. “We had a game today. We were up against Bokuto-san. He alone got 7 points. We lost the first set, but we managed with the 2nd and 3rd. They were incredibly strong. It just made me realise how I’m barely past the starting point.”
Tobio continued to ramble on and on about volleyball, and at certain points you gave short replies like “really?” or “no way.”, just to assure him you were still there.
Tobio finally ran out of things to tell you, and a short silence ensued, to be broken by him. “Wanna talk about it now?”
Another silence. You weren’t sure whether you could take it, whether you should take it. It was a rabbit hole you weren’t sure you wanted to go down in.
Could you take it? This was relationship relapse. That resilience that took months spent denying yourself your phone would be threatened. Was it a risk you were willing to take?
‘Oh, to hell with it.’
You gulped down the bile in your throat and prepared yourself. Once the gates were opened, they couldn’t be forcefully closed. After a few minutes of silence, you finally spoke up.
“I hate my job. I mean, I love what I do, I truly do, but everyone hates me. No one respects me, and they all see me as this city bitch who took a job away from the previous boss. And today was just the worst.” You were on the verge of crying, but you were in the middle of the rant. It was the first time in weeks that you’d been able to let your feelings out, and it was a dam that had been opened and could not be closed.
“An employee of mine made a mistake with the scheduling and blamed it on me. I planned to take it anyway, but everyone just made it so much worse. He spread these lies about me and now not only do my employees see me as a city bitch, but everyone, including my bosses, now think I’m incompetent, bossy, and unable to do my job well. So now absolutely no one respects me and I got a pay-cut. I have no friends, absolutely no one to talk to. I may as well be a ghost haunting this town. ”
You were sobbing into the phone by the end, and it wasn’t the frustrated, constipated sob you had before. It was a full-on, all-out sob-fest.
You don’t know how long you were sobbing for. You were only aware of the pressure lifting off of your shoulders, replaced by relief that someone was finally listening to you.
Tobio kept soothing you throughout.
In an attempt to calm yourself, you focused on his voice. His cool, low voice. The voice that you’d missed so much in the past 6 months. One that you both longed and avoided to hear. Because it was hypnotizing.
“It’s all going to be okay…” was the last thing you remember hearing before darkness overtook you.
You felt yourself shuffle, and your consciousness was somewhat awake. You brought yourself up and under the sheets
You folded your hands under your head, unaware of the phone in between and the sound it was making. Everything was blurry and hazy, and you just wanted to sleep.
“–pretty sure you’re asleep now. Which is good. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you cry this much ever since, well, you know. Rest well, alright? You’re–you’re a strong woman. You can push through this…”
He continued to say more things that were incomprehensible in your current state.
As you fell into a swirl of darkness, 7 words echoed in your brain.
“I miss you. And I love you.”
You felt your lips stretch. You felt it move as it formed words.
You didn't hear your own voice in your haze, but you're quite sure of the words your lips formed.
“I love you too, Tobio.”
That was two years ago.
You questioned yourself if that even happened, and you’re pretty sure it did.
You decided to quit your job and look for a new one. Thankfully, Hitoka-chan got you one, and you’ve stayed there since. It was strange, how fast she was able to procure it, and you suspect that Tobio gave her a heads up.
Your new job involves traveling around a lot, attending parties and whatnot. Today, it has brought you to Tokyo.
You agreed to meet up with the team that night for drinks and catching up. Heaven knows you’ve missed them. But for the next six hours, you’re pretty much on your own. So here you are, strolling around big city Tokyo.
You walk around, glad to know not much has changed. There were more screens, higher buildings, but Tokyo is still Tokyo.
You’re currently in your old coffeeshop with your signature caramel macchiato with extra whip. You’re on your phone, watching the highlights of Kageyama’s match. You always keep up to date with the matches, happy to see him succeeding.
It’s small, sinful mercy you’ve granted yourself.
You smile to yourself as he delivers another service ace. The commentators sound pleased, but not surprised. After all, it is his 7th in a row.
You’re so engrossed in the game that you don’t even notice the man standing in front of you, shock evident on his face.
“L–L/N-san?”
You sigh, slightly annoyed at being interrupted. You look up, ready to tell off the stranger. It wasn’t that uncommon these, days. Your job granted you a position in the high society, somewhat, and the public has branded you as a bit of a socialite. You are well-connected with the high-society, as your publishing company has you meet with a few members to get a scoop every now and then. You might even call some friends, but that doesn’t mean you want to be part of them.
You look up and see a complete stranger. “Sorry, I’m busy right now. Is there anything you need?”
“Can I get an autograph?” He looks sheepish and excited, and you can’t help but resign.
You grab a napkin from the holder and take a pen from your bag. You quickly sign your name on it and give it to the man, before going back to your phone.
You hear a snap of a camera, but you don’t really care. They can’t really do anything with it anyway.
Engrossed in your game once more, you again fail to notice another man stand in front of you.
“L–L/N-san?” This time, the voice is familiar, but you can’t quite place it, or rather, your brain refuses to do so as if it as warning you.
Sighing, you look up from your phone. You immediately freeze.
Ushijima Wakatoshi is standing directly parallel to you.
“U-Ushijima-san! How nice to see you’ve remembered me!” You immediately feel your palms sweat, and you’re not sure why. Maybe you’re nervous? Or maybe you’re anticipating it. Your brain won’t admit it, but you know it’s the latter.
Because where there’s Ushijima, there’s Kageyama.
As if on cue, the coffeeshop door opens and your eyes are drawn towards it as the small bell above it rings, and out comes the man himself. Kageyama Tobio.
He scans for Ushijima (which isn’t very hard, considering how tall the man is) and walks towards him once he spots the giant, cradling a paper bag.
He freezes, though, once he spots the woman in front of the giant. His eyes widen just a little, and you see his Adam’s apple move. He starts to walk towards you again, this time his pace is a little unsteady.
Your heart is beating a mile per second when he stops in front of you.
“L/N-san.” His voice is cool and level, much like his face. His face wasn’t happy or sad, and you don’t know which you would have preferred. It’s simply blank.
Has he gotten better at masking his emotions, or are you just rusty?
“Kageyama-san.” You let out in a breath you didn’t know you were holding. There’s a twinge of pain in your chest when you realize you don’t have a clue of what is going on inside his head.
You three are caught in a standstill. You couldn’t pull your eyes away from his, and Kageyama can’t either.
You stare into his dark eyes, beautiful as ever. But what was once warm and familiar is now blank and void. But that didn’t bother you. No sir. Not. At. All.
There was a time when you adored looking into them. Because in the sea of chaos called life, his eyes were reassuring. They were calm. You used to rely on those eyes to get you through tough times. You no longer do.
As you gaze into them, you are painfully reminded of a time long gone.
Ushijima’s gaze bounces between the two of you. When it finally becomes clear to him that neither of you has plans to look away any time soon, he grabs the paper bag from Kageyama with a sigh.
“You both seem like you have a lot to catch up on. I’ll go ahead.” He states bluntly, and his tone leaves no room for argument. Before anyone can protest, he walks away. Your eyes easily follow him into the crowd, even as he crosses to the other side.
Once you can’t see him anymore, you return your gaze to the table. You stare at your coffee as you take an unnecessarily long sip. The eyes you couldn’t look away from earlier are now the eyes you can’t seem to bear for fear that if you look into them once more, you won’t have the strength to look away again.
You purse your lips into a line, before finally giving into to the urge of looking up.
You can’t say you regret it.
You look at him once more, this time, your force control upon yourself.
“Do you want to take a seat?” You ask meekly, unsure of your own voice.
Despite the busy bustle of the streets, the scrape of the chair seems to echo in your ears. You deliberately make your eyes stay on his face, and “deliberately” study it.
You notice that he’s changed his hair, and you nearly chuckle. You always teased him about the way it had two parts. Now it was a simple, down the middle one. The hairs on the side framed his eyes beautifully, and once yours reach his, you can't help but feel another twinge of pain.
Maybe you have gotten rusty. Maybe he has gotten better. You tell yourself only a part of you prays that it’s one of the two, but that’s a lie.
You’ve been lying a whole lot to yourself a whole lot, you notice.
“So, how have you been?” You ask the most cliché line of all time, and you mentally scold yourself. Really, that line?
“Good. You?”
“Great.”
“That’s nice.”
“Yeah.”
Silence.
Even though the noise around you is relatively loud, the silence between you two is suffocating. You force down the bile in your throat as you mentally grab any question that you can think of.
“How’s volleyball?” Now that was a decent question. You give a mental pat on the back for that one.
Tobio perks up at the mention of volleyball, and you can see that he’s glad to finally have something to talk about.
He rambles on and on about his recent matches, and you pretend not to know what he’s talking about. You give the occasional “really” and “mhm”. Aside from his insight, there’s nothing he tells you that you don’t already know. You don’t tell him that of course.
You don’t notice the smile slowly etching its way onto your face. You don’t notice the way Tobio’s eyes don’t leave it. You’re too satisfied with hearing his voice.
Tobio catches himself at the end of a long rant, and he rubs his neck sheepishly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I was talking too much.”
“No, no it’s fine,” You laugh lightly, waving it off. “It’s nice to finally be able to talk.”
You don’t hear your words until they come out of your mouth and Kageyama blushes at the insinuation.
You quickly wave your hands in front of your face as you feel yourself redden as well. “About volleyball, I mean.” You hastily add.
You laugh again, this time with a nervous undertone. You swear you almost saw a flash of disappointment in Kageyama’s eyes, but you brush it off. You really are rusty, you think to yourself.
“But...” You start. You don’t pay attention to the nervous tick in your pulse. “It really nice catching up with you.” You hope your words sound as genuine as they are, as genuine as the smile on your face.
Kageyama blinks at you, and you feel your heart start to race. Did he not feel the same way? Was he angry? Upset?
You notice his fingers drum gently against the table, a nervous habit of his. You may have gotten rusty but that doesn’t mean you don’t know him at all anymore.
“I wouldn’t really call it catching up... All I did was rant about volleyball.” He mutters shyly, his eyes now avoiding yours.
You laugh lightly once more. “No, no, it’s fine. I really didn’t mind.”
Tobio’s fingers have now doubled in pace. You see his throat move, and you wonder what has him so nervous. What could he be thinking?
You don’t allow yourself to go down that road though. You know it’s dangerous, and you certainly don’t want to go down that path right now.
“If you want... We could catch up properly.” His face is completely blank and stoic. It’s unnerving how it doesn’t move, and you hate it. You hate how you can’t read him, if even a little.
You focus on that frustration because you surely don’t want to mind the little rejoicing dance your heart Is definitely not making. You feel more assured, that way, safer. It’s scary how you’re much more comfortable with the negative you’re feeling than the positive, but you don’t dwell on that.
You give him a bigger, brighter smile as you chuckle a little. “Of course, that’d be nice. When are you free?”
“Tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow it is. Maybe around 4:30?”
“4:30′s good. Meet here?”
You nod. “That’s good for me.”
He nods back, and you two are once again submerged in silence. It’s still awkward, but not nearly as uncomfortable as before. You allow yourself to be thankful for that.
“It was nice seeing you, L/N-san.” Tobio stands up, bowing slightly. You think you see a ghost of a smile on his face as straightens his back. You don’t mind the little jump it makes when you notice it.
“You too, Tobio.” You smile at him, and the smile lingers as you watch him disappear into the crowd.
It doesn’t stay on for too long afterward though, because you realize one, the smile on your face, and two, that you called him Tobio.
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Okay hear me out. A sequel to “forgotten birthdays and puppies” in which the other avengers try to make the read feel better? Like nothing will hold a candle to what Bucky did but just for fun 🤪 also I love your writing!!!
A/N: i hope you enjoy this piece i love u ! send in requests pls !!! pt. 1
You woke up with ace snoring next to you, you moved slowly trying to not wake him but he stirred and shot up at the feeling of you not next to him. He whined in protest and yawned, walking on the bed wobbling to get to your warm lap.
You smiled at the puppy as he curled in your lap and fell into yet another snoozle. You slowly picked him up, knowing he would just cry if you left him, you carried him like a baby and walked out, your new ring glinting in the early morning sun and you smiled at the recollection of last night.
You walked into the kitchen and saw your favorite breakfast food set up on a plate and two mini bowls on a table next to the chair.
You saw Tony, Rhodey, Natasha, Bruce, Steve, Bucky, Sam, Pepper, Thor, Loki, Wanda, pietro, Peter and vision all surrounding the table.
Tony spoke first. “I’m sorry for being a dick yesterday, frankly i thought you were an August baby but still, no excuses for forgetting something like that, please accept this amazing breakfast and complimentary puppy items as a path to forgiveness for my horrible sin.” He looked at you and you smiled at him putting ace down, much to his disliking, and hugged tony tightly.
“I forgive you, and I’m sure little Ace here will too, right buddy?” You spoke addressing the bundle of fur now running full speed at tony, attacking him with love and trying to get picked up and shown some love. Tony smiled and rolled his eyes.
“I knew you’d come around to him” you laughed as he sweet talked the puppy while ace sloppily licked the dog.
“We got you some things and i hope we can make up for our horrible mistake, T’Challa, shuri and Okoye even remembered but UPS messed up their delivery and it got here today. But i hope this gift from all of us makes it up to you, we’re really sorry” Natasha spoke looking at you sadly.
Peter stared at you looking almost more like a puppy than ace “y/n I’m really sorry- i- i didn’t know it was your birthday and if i did i wouldn’t have forgotten! no that it’s bad that they forgot- i mean it is but- I’m sorry” he rambled fumbling with his fingers and you gave him a small smile and a soft ‘thank you.’
The others also all gave a small apology and after they all finished bucky came up next to you and kissed you softly on the cheek. Everyone looked confused but decided to ask questions later.
“well? Open the box!” Wanda spoke smiling at you. You let out a breath and unwrapped the box, opening it to find a brand new suit with two plane tickets on top of it to your favorite city.
“Steve and I figured you and Barnes would get together before we even woke up, the guy likes you so much we knew the guilt would eat him alive.” Sam spoke motioning to the plane tickets.
“As for the suit Tony and I have been working on it for a while but we finally figured out how to make it help you with your skills and may i add is pretty amazing” Bruce spoke with a bright smile as you admired your new suit.
“I love it, i love you guys, really it means so much to me” you smiled at your team, no, your family. Tears in your eyes as you laughed at them all groaning at how sappy everyone was getting, but you made them all group hug you, hearing sniffles and grunts of discomfort all around.
And of course, one ferocious bark from your son.
You picked him up and he wagged his tail licking all over your face.
“Okay buddy okay, also guys this baby is ace, he’s my son and if any of you hurt him or something happens to him i will not hesitate to kill anyone got it?” You spoke looking at everyone dead in the eye and smiling softly at the puppy.
“yes i would! I would kill for you my sweet baby!” Your spoke to the dog, your voice octaves higher.
After wrapping up the sap fest you all sat together eating breakfast and explained what had happed the night before with Bucky, leaving him a blushing mess and the guys teased him.
You spent the day with the team watching movies and playing games, having a few drinks and acting like the family you were. You loved them and even if they forgot your birthday, nothing changed that. And now your family had grown, an additional small puppy who would grow to be 80 pounds and thinking he was a lap dog.
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CHRISTIAN’S TWENTY FIVE GIFTS OF CHRISTMAS FOR LOTTIE !!
GIFT TWENTY SIX OF TWENTY FIVE: xavier kennedy's christmas carol.
'twas the night before christmas when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse... the stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that st. nicholas soon would be there. xavier was nestled, snug in his bed, but visions of sugar plums did not dance in his head. instead, mirages of ghosts haunted his head, a christmas haunting... but not by the dead.
the clock struck twelve, and soon the dreamland before him transformed to the past—when the little boy prince was always picked last... and now he’s haunted by the ghost of christmas past.
little xavier paraded into the room, his sister eliza and brother george soon followed suit. it was christmas day, 2003, and the kids all could not wait to see what gifts santa claus had brought for them. first thing was first, they had to check their stockings, hung by the fireplace, a warm breeze of heat blowing from the fire ablaze.
the kennedys had always had a rule: everyone had to wait their turn... so poor little xavier watched as his sister began to pull wonders from her stocking. a twinge of jealousy built up inside of him, but xavier contained it... barely. it seemed every year he was thought of last. he watched in envy as the girl pulled out troves of candy canes and chocolates and gingerbread galore. next, his brother ravaged through his stocking, waiting in agonizing anticipation... finally, it was his turn to pull out treasures from the red and white sock, decorated with green glitter.
the feeling of joy filled the boy as he removed hershey kisses, peppermint flavored candy canes, shiny bright red twizzlers, bags of m&ms—the six year old was practically in candyland... but as he pulled more and more, his tiny fingers wrapped around something coarse and rough. confusion was written across his face as he revealed a lump of coal from the stocking. surely, he hadn’t been that bad. while he had his moments, xavier had striven to be on his best behavior for the fear of this exact moment. the young prince’s head turned to face his mother.
“ mãe... w-was i really that bad?? ” he questioned, tears swelling his young eyes. a puzzled look came upon her face—though xavier didn’t know it then, he’d later understood it that she hadn’t placed the coal in the stocking.
“ no, meue bebê, you weren’t... it must’ve been a mistake, ” his mother whispered to him as her fingers combed through her son’s hair. xavier’s tears soaked her pajamas as he continued to ask questions about santa. it hurt the young woman to see her child in such pain over something so silly, so minuscule. she almost considered telling him the truth right then and there—that it was all just a big lie, a hoax to spread christmas cheer. she decided against it, believing it might just bring more tears, not just for xavier, but for little ellie and george too.
“ it’s okay, xavier !! you can have some of my candy, bubba !! ” eliza reassured him, patting him on the back. george chimed in too, promising him some of his candy too. xavier sniffled as they all embraced him, and soon enough, the pain that came along with the lump of call subsided.
laughter erupted from the american king’s belly. little did xavier know who the real culprit was. the moment his mother heard the voluminous laughter filling the room, she stood up. xavier didn’t know why, but his parents were soon leaving the room, leaving the children to listen in as sounds of shouting made their way into the living room. xavier didn’t understand why they had to fight all the time. it broke his tiny little heart a little more each time... especially on christmas day.
another hour gone, the american prince was still fast asleep. but little did he know he was in for a peek... into the christmas of the present, one that had yet to be spent... filled with love and cheer, enough to last the years.
xavier collapsed onto his husband—yes, his husband. still panting from just moments before, he traced circles into albie’s arm while he left kisses along the english prince’s shoulders. there was a happiness he’d never known on christmas before that filled his whole body, and it was all thanks to albie. xavier swore he’d never been happy before he finally got to be with the love of his life, and it was true... he’d never truly experienced a genuine happiness. and now, he owed it all to albie.
“ well, i think that was just about the best christmas gift you could’ve given to me, ” xavier whispered with a giggle, head resting on the boy’s chest. he presses a kiss to albie’s lips before he sits up in their bed, lined with red satin sheets, just for the holidays. his eyes glazed over the slightly older male, hearts practically radiating from his deep mocha hues. “ i’ll be right back, ” xavier hummed before he tiptoed out of their bedroom.
he snuck off to their living room, to steal one of his presents for albie, along with a pair of reindeer ears and a santa hat. xavier paraded back into the room before he set the gift down on the bed. he placed the reindeer ears on albie before throwing on the santa hat.
“ i just wanted to tell you... i can’t thank you enough for how great you’ve made me feel this past year, albert arthur windsor. and i know you doubt me sometimes, but i love you more than i’ve loved anyone or anything, ” xavier started. “ before i met you, there was a void inside of me... b-but you make me feel great about myself, like i deserve to be here, like i have a meaning. i never had that before. i was in a really dark place, a-and i never told you this before, but i almost, well... ended it a few times, but something told me to wait it out each time.. and i’m so glad i did ‘cause i wouldn’t have you if i did that.
“ you’ve made this year so memorable, alb. there’s so many good memories, and i know there’s millions more to come with you, and i just want to spend every single second with you... i want to just stay awake forever so i can watch over you while you sleep so no one touches a hair on your pretty little head. i want to just to smother you in kisses all the time.. but that’s not always possible, so i guess i have to settle on just telling you how i feel.. that’s not as a good as what i’d like, though. a-anyway, i can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. you’re my happy ending, and you’re my favorite brit... you’re my favorite american. my favorite person in the world, ” xavier gushed, a pink heart overcoming his cheeks.
“ so, i want to give you, your first present... your american citizenship and our first picture together in a frame, ” he spoke, opening the box to reveal two golden frames.
“ merry christmas, albie windsor... merry christmas, ” xavier whispers, a smile forming on his lips/
dawn approaches as the third bell chimes, and a dream to come that extends beyond the hands of time. with children dancing and christmas dinner filled with lots of laughing. a dip into the christmas of the future, with xavier next to his suitor.
xavier was awoken by the pitter patter of bare feet entering their room. groggily, the thirty seven year old king sat up in his bed, a smile forming on his lips. he picked up each kid one by one to put them on the bed.
“ let’s wake up your daddy all on three, okay ?? we’re gonna tell ‘im merry christmas and then attack him with kisses, got it ?? ” he whispers at the kids. “ and don’t pinch your daddy, got it, ellie ?? okay.. one, two, three, ” he counted down before nudging albie a bit with his elbow.
merry christmases fill the air as xavier watched his husband arise from his slumber. a kiss is pressed to albie’s lips immediately before their six kids pile up on them, attacking them with enough love to make the world go round.
it’s quickly brought to a halt when little eleanor broke the love fest with a plea, “ can we open presents now that daddy’s up?! ” a giggle fell from xavier’s lips as he pressed a kiss to his little girl’s nose. xavier managed to free himself from his family to arise from his bed. the american king carried his eldest daughter into the living room, albie and the rest of the kids following his lead. xavier took a seat next to his husband of sixteen years, hand grasping at the slightly older male’s. “ ‘s our dream, innit ?? buncha kids runnin’ around and us still madly in love as ever?? ” xavier whispered as he pressed another kiss to albie’s lips.
“ you’re still my favorite christmas gift of all, albie windsor. ”
xavier awoke, still in a daze from his dream. he’d never been so worked up from a dream before. memories of past hurt flooded back into his mind, but they were soon erased by the joy of what he’d seen was to come... and then in a twinkling, he heard on the roof, the prancing and pawing of each hoof. he arose from his bed to glance at the window to spot old st. nick atop his roof... but xavier knew that the greatest gift of all was fast asleep in his bed. and then st. nick sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, and away they all flew like the down of a thistle. but xavier heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—“happy christmas to all, and to all a good night!” ...and xavier knew it would be a very, very happy christmas, the first of many.
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Can’t Help Falling In Love - Ch. 21
Can't Help Falling In Love Chapter 21 - A Steve x OFC fanfiction
author: jrubalcaba
featuring: OFC Evelyn “Evie” Rogers x Steve Rogers
word count: 4600 words
rating: PG
warnings: talk of smut, but no actual smut
A/N: credit to @suz-123 for the character of Alice! Thank you to @celeb-fest for her beta work!
I could sense the light shining in the window through my eyelids. I rolled over, feeling for Steve’s body when I encountered cold sheets. Sighing, I opened my eyes to search for my husband.
Husband. God I love calling him that. I glanced around for something to put on since Steve had ripped all of my nightgowns. Upon finding nothing, I grabbed a fluffy robe and slipped it on before wandering around to find Steve. I finally found him standing at our balcony, a towel wrapped around his waist, his broad torso bare.
“There you are,” I called out, wrapping my arms around his waist and settled my cheek against his back. He turned around to face me and the tortured look on his face shook me to my core.
“We go home today,” he stated in a flat tone. His eyes were red around the edges and he kept sniffling, evidence that he had been crying for a while before I woke up.
“Yeah we do,” I agreed softly. “You okay?” I asked him, reaching up to cradle his face in my hands. He sniffled again and tears began to slide down his cheeks.
“No. Do we have to go home now? Can’t we stay longer?” he begged. I chuckled humorlessly, knowing his reasoning behind his question. The longer we stay here, the longer before he has to say goodbye to Bucky for a long time. But therein lies the rub; the longer we’re here, the longer he goes without seeing Bucky at all. I wiped his tears away.
“Yes baby, we do. Don’t you want to see our house?” I smiled up at him, hoping to get his mind off Bucky.
“Yeah,” he answered after a brief silence. I scowled up at him.
“Geez don’t sound so excited.” I stepped out of his arms and turned to go start packing. He followed me back to our bedroom and grabbed my wrist, pulling me to his chest.
“Hey, I am excited. I’m just not looking forward to saying goodbye to Bucky again.” He placed the tip of his finger under my chin and tilted my head up. “I do want to see our house. Honest.” I frowned.
“You just want to see Bucky. I’m hip to your game mister. C’mon let’s pack so I can get you back to the real love of your life.” I stomped over to my suitcase and began going through everything, making sure I had everything I arrived with. Steve wrapped his arms around my middle and hugged me.
“Evie, don’t be like that. You know I love you more than anything. I can’t wait to start our life together on our own,” he argued. I shrugged him off.
“You’re a terrible liar Steven Grant. Your nightmares are getting worse. All I hear is ‘no Bucky’ or ‘please don’t take Bucky’ or ‘leave Bucky alone’ all night long. Starting to wonder if maybe you married the wrong person.” His hands dropped and I felt him step away. I finished packing before grabbing my clothes for the day and turned around to find him glaring at me. I may have been feeling bold before, but that was all gone now. The look on his face was the most intense I’ve seen in awhile.
“Evelyn, I’ve been wanting to marry you for years. You are the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. Don’t ever question that.” He stalked forward and cradled my face in his hands. “Yes, I love Bucky. He’s my best friend and the brother I never had. He will always have a special place in my life, but you are my everything and that will never change.” He took a deep breath before continuing. “I’m sorry I make you feel like Bucky means more to me than you do. He’s been a part of my life for so long that having to say goodbye, even for a short time, is incredibly difficult.” He sat on the bed and motioned for me to join him.
“I understand that he means a lot to you, but it’s not goodbye for forever. You’ll still see him, just not everyday.” He sighed, his shoulders slumping.
“I know. It’s just hard to let him go. I worry about him so much.” I rubbed his back as I kissed his cheek.
“Bucky’s got Alice now. Let her worry about him. You know she won’t let anything happen to him. Now, I’m going to jump in the shower, and you’re gonna join me.” He smirked at me before throwing me over his shoulder and marching into the bathroom.
“As you wish, Mrs. Rogers.”
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After our shower (that was twice as long because apparently I didn’t get ‘clean enough’ the first time around), we finally got dressed and our bags packed. The joy of being able to use Tony’s private plane was that we didn’t have to go through all the crap at the airport, so we boarded and got comfortable for the long flight. We knew Tony had some sort of surveillance, so we painstakingly kept our hands to ourselves, not even daring to kiss for fear we might not contain our hormones.
Finally, the plane touched down and as we disembarked, I saw Bucky waiting on the tarmac next to his truck. We approached him, and as Steve got into arms reach he enveloped Bucky in a hug. I sighed as I stowed my suitcase in the bed before walking past them.
“I’ll give you two lovebirds some privacy and the front seats as I climb in back,” I snarked playfully. They paid me no mind as they continued to hug each other. I rolled my eyes and got in the back seat, pulling out my phone. I didn’t really use my phone a lot while we were gone, what with all the fun and ‘beach blanket boinko’. I was scrolling through my social media apps when Bucky and Steve got in the truck as well.
“Nice to see you, Evie,” Bucky sheepishly greeted. I leaned forward so he could see my face.
“Oh, you talkin’ to me? I’m surprised you even noticed I was here,” I snapped. I leaned back in my seat, making eye contact with him in the rear view mirror. A silent agreement was made without Steve being the wiser. The drive back to the Tower was silent, all parties knowing what was about to happen.
Bucky turned into the parking garage and parked. We all slowly got out, wanting to prolong the inevitable goodbyes. We got on the elevator and headed up to where the team was waiting for us. The door opened and we were met with a chorus of ‘Welcome Home!’ from everyone. We went through and hugged everyone, sitting down to chat for a bit.
“So, how was Bora-Bora? I've never been there, but I’ve heard great things about it,” Sam asked. Steve and I shared a smile before he answered.
“It was amazing. Absolutely spectacular. Thank you again, Tony.” Tony nodded at us.
“Oh it was no problem. Tell me though, is your little...hut on the water still standing?” He asked with his trademark smirk. Everyone turned to us expectantly, wanting to know as well. I chuckled at Tony’s boldness.
“Yes, it’s still standing. But I will say this, it’s not from lack of trying.” Everyone laughed until we heard a gagging noise. Bruce was making a disgusted face. “Oh. Sorry dad.” He shook his head, as if he was trying to shake the words out of his head.
“Yeah that’s the kind of thing a father wants to hear about; his daughter’s honeymoon, which was apparently filled with rounds of vigorous sex with her super-soldier husband. Excuse me while I go vomit.” We all burst out laughing again as I grabbed Bruce’s hand to keep him from leaving.
“What exactly did you think would happen? We’d just sit there and stare at the walls?” He glared at me, clearly not appreciating the fun I was poking at him. “Okay we’ll steer the conversation away from sex. Deal?” He nodded and the topic was switched.
“You guys ready to see your house?” Scott asked. We nodded enthusiastically.
“Oh yes. The last time Steve saw it was when they had poured the foundation and we had put our handprints in it. Last time I saw it was when they were in the process of framing everything. So yeah, we’re excited to see it all completed.” I beamed at Steve, ready to start our new life together. Bucky stood up then, making a point to check the time.
“We should probably get going, cause Alice and I have to drive back and I don’t like being out late at night.” My smile vanished, along with Steve’s as we realized it was time to say goodbye to everyone. We stood up as well and began our goodbyes. I started with Bruce, hugging him tightly.
“I’ll come up to visit you soon, I promise. Stay safe,” he whispered in my ear. It was incredibly hard not to cry, but like I had told Steve earlier, it’s not for forever. “Love you Evie. Don’t forget that.”
“I love you too dad,” I whispered back, inhaling quickly to keep the tears from falling. I could see everyone saying their goodbyes over Bruce’s shoulder, but I didn’t want to let go. “I’ll see you soon and you better stay safe too. I mean it.” He chuckled before letting me go, wiping a couple tears away. He went to say goodbye to Steve as I made my way through everyone else.
“Rogers, you better keep my girl safe. I find out anything happened to her, I’m gonna kick your ass,” We all heard Bruce threaten. Steve pulled back to look him in the eye.
“Dr. Banner, I swore in front of you, our friends, and multiple gods that no harm will come to her and I intend on keeping that promise.” I walked up and Steve put his arm around me. “But if anything does happen to her on my watch, you better come kick my ass.” My two favorite men shook hands and I walked with my husband to the elevator, Bucky and Alice right behind us.
We waved goodbye one last time as the door shut before it descended to the parking garage. We were all silent as we got back into Bucky’s truck and headed out to our house. The drive was long, but I could tell by the way Steve was squeezing my hand that it would never be long enough.
“Alright you two, there’s your house up ahead,” Alice pointed out after a while. Steve and I both looked out the front windshield and my jaw dropped. It was beautiful, even better looking than the stock photos.
I looked over at Steve and he was just as shocked as I was. Bucky pulled up to the garage door and parked so we could all get out. Bucky turned to us with a grin.
“Welcome home. Here’s your house key. We’ll hang back while you take a quick look,” he instructed while taking it out of his pocket and handing it to Steve. I grabbed his hand as we walked to the front door. Steve unlocked it, but before I could step inside, he threw his arm out to stop me.
“Tradition states that the husband must carry his wife across the threshold upon entering their home for the first time,” he explained. I chuckled at his antics. Mr. Traditional. He held his arms out to me. “So, if you don’t mind, Mrs. Rogers.” I rolled my eyes but grinned anyway as I let him scoop me up and carry me inside.
Oh my god. I have no words for how amazing everything turned out. The paint colors, the flooring, the cabinets, you name it. It was exactly as I saw it in my head. I’m so glad I left Bucky and Alice in charge of everything.
We made it to the kitchen and I had to stop and catch my breath as Steve set me down. This was my dream kitchen. Everything was top of the line and it looked incredible. I couldn’t wait to start cooking. Bucky and Alice walked in then, grinning.
“So, judging by the amazed looks on your faces, I take it that you like how everything turned out?” Bucky asked, amused. I grinned back before walking over and hugging him tightly.
“Yes, and we haven’t even seen the whole house! You guys did such a wonderful job decorating. Thank you so much!” I turned and gave Alice a hug as well, since it was more than likely her decorating skills on display than Bucky’s.
“Good. I’m glad you like it then,” she replied. “No need to thank me but I took the liberty of stocking your kitchen with food and the good kind of tea.” I gave her my best unimpressed look as she told there looking incredibly smug.
“Gee, thanks. ‘Cause we’re such big tea drinkers. You shouldn’t have,” I said with the flattest tone I could muster. She stuck her tongue out at me, making me laugh.
“Har har. It’s mainly for when we visit, since I am a tea drinker,” she retorted. I glanced over at Steve, and my heart sank. He and Bucky were over in the corner, both looking like they were at a funeral. I got Alice’s attention, and we grimaced.
“I know this is hard for them, but don’t you feel like maybe they’re with the wrong people?” I whispered. She shrugged as they both walked over to us.
“You know we can hear you, right?” Steve snapped. I rolled my eyes at him before stretching up to kiss his cheek.
“Yes I know. I was trying to lighten the mood a bit. Sorry,” I replied, holding my hands up in surrender. He pulled me to his chest, kissing the top of my head. “When do you guys need to leave to make it back to the Tower?” I asked Bucky and Alice, turning in Steve’s arms so my back was to his front.
“Well, I guess here shortly,” Bucky sighed dejectedly, looking down at Alice. “It’ll be dark somewhat soon, and although we’ve been driving out here quite a bit while you were gone, I’m still not familiar with the area.” He looked like a puppy that’s been kicked by its owner. We all stood there for a while, letting the gravity of the moment sink in. I stepped away from Steve and linked arms with Alice.
“We’re gonna step outside and give you two some privacy,” I said quietly, gently pulling her out the front door. We walked over to Bucky’s truck and I gave her a hug. “Thank you so much Alice. For everything. You’ve been such a lifesaver these past few months. Hell, since you guys came back from Wakanda really.” She shrugged it off, not wanting to take that much credit.
“Oh shut it. It was nothing,” she grumbled. We laughed before we heard gravel crunching and were joined by our men, both looking like they were never going to see each other again.
“You alright love?” Alice asked Bucky. He sniffed and nodded, trying to keep his composure. She rubbed his arm sympathetically, turning to Steve. “You okay Steve?” He nodded, wiping tears from his cheek. I rubbed his back soothingly, knowing what was about to come.
“Well, I guess you two better get going, so you make it home before dark,” I finally said after the four of us stood there in silence for a good while. I detached myself from Steve and pulled Bucky into a hug. “Take care of Alice, yeah?” I murmured in his ear. He squeezed me tightly, conveying everything he wasn’t able to say. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Steve and Alice hugging as well, and although I couldn’t hear him, I was certain that Steve was begging Alice to keep Bucky safe.
Bucky released me before turning to Steve and embracing him once again. The two men stood there in each other’s arms, not wanting to let the other go. It suddenly made me realize that the last time Bucky left Steve, that Bucky could remember, was when he was shipping out with the Army.
Finally, after what seemed like forever (but obviously not long enough in their eyes), they broke apart. I linked my arm with Steve’s as Alice and Bucky climbed into the truck and began to drive away, and I could feel Steve tensing up as if he wanted to chase after them. We waved until we could no longer see or hear the truck, but as I tugged on his arm to go back in the house, he wouldn’t move.
“Steve,” I called to him, even though he was right next to me. “C’mon baby. Let’s go back inside and finish exploring the house.” I watched him for a bit, realizing that he wasn’t going to move unless I gave him a really good reason to. An idea suddenly came to me and I grinned. “Hey baby, remember what I wore underneath my dress for the charity gala?” I asked as I stretched up to kiss his neck. He made a noise of contentment, understanding and desire as I continued my assault on every bit of skin I could reach. “I was thinking that I could go put it on, and then we could play a game of hide and seek,” I whispered as I nibbled on his earlobe. He pulled back and looked at me, and I could see his eyes were lust-blown.
“Hide and seek huh?” he replied huskily. Ding ding ding. We’ve got a winner. I gazed up at him through my eyelashes as I cupped him through his pants, causing him to hiss at the contact.
“Yeah, unless you wanna stay out here all night,” I teased. He grinned his wolfy grin and I ran for the front door, giggling as he scooped me up and ran up the stairs to our bedroom.
“You know, as much as I love seeing you in garters and stockings, I don’t think I can wait that long,” he confessed, placing me on our absolutely giant bed and climbing up my body.
“Well, I’ll have you know-” Steve silenced me with a searing kiss, which led to other things that effectively stopped my train of thought.
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“Evie, baby, we gotta take a break. I’m exhausted,” Steve gasped, slumping back against the bed. I smirked to myself as I rolled off him and laid at his side. It’s not everyday I wear Captain America out. Mission accomplished.
“Alright fine. How about I make you something to eat and then we can go explore the rest of the house?” I offered. He nodded enthusiastically before getting out of bed to put his clothes back on. “You know, it’s a good thing we live all the way out here. No one will be able to see all of the hickies that you leave on me,” I grumbled, pulling on my own clothes.
He chuckled before smacking my ass on his way out the door. I giggled as I followed him down into the kitchen. Once I found everything I needed, I made both of us a club sandwich with pickles and chips on the side.
“Damn baby, that’s one of the best sandwiches I’ve ever had,” he complimented, rubbing his stomach. I smiled as I cleared both plates.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it. Come on, let's check out everything. I put a few things in that I think you will love.” I held my hand out for him to take and I led him to the big room, and I heard him gasp.
“We have our own movie theatre?” he asked in disbelief. I nodded.
“You have 70 years worth of movies to catch up on still, so why not do it in style?” He looked down at me and grinned.
“Thanks babe. Can’t wait to get started. What are the other surprises you have for me?” I couldn’t help but smile back at him as I led him to the next room.
“How about your own personal gym?” I countered, stepping aside as he checked the equipment out. “I had Bucky and Sam figure out which machines you liked best so I could put those in here. You gotta stay in shape somehow, right?” I smirked at him when he turned back to me.
“Wow. This is amazing. Thanks baby. I love it,” he said, walking to give me a hug. I pointed over his shoulder.
“Let's check out upstairs. We can see where our children will grow up.” We trudged up the staircase, loving the view out the windows. We went through all the rooms, stopping when Steve saw the garage out the window.
“Why is the garage so tall?” he asked. I shrugged.
“I dunno. I think it's storage room? Actually, I'm really confused so let's find out what's up there.” We ran downstairs, cutting through the mudroom and through the walkway to the garage. We opened the door and went up the stairs.
“Well howdy neighbors!” Bucky greeted us from the couch. I snuck a peek at Steve and the dumbfounded look on his face was priceless.
“Bucky?” Bucky laughed at the shock on his best friend’s face.
“Who were you expecting, Colonel Phillips?” he snickered. “Yes it’s me. Alice is here too.” She waved, a devilish smirk on her face. Steve turned to me, his jaw still open.
“Careful sweetheart. You’ll catch flies that way,” I chastised, using my index finger to shut his mouth. He recovered then, blinking rapidly.
“Evie, why are they here? We saw them leave.” He was completely lost.
“This is my wedding gift to you. You got me a house, so I got you Bucky,” I clarified. “I struggled trying to find you a wedding gift that was as amazing as a house.” I gave him a quick hug before going on. “Bucky and Alice are retiring with us. This is their half. They get to stay with us.” If there was ever a look of sheer joy, Steve’s face was it.
“Bucky gets to stay? Forever?” he asked incredulously. I nodded.
“Yes.”
Steve grabbed me in a tight hug before releasing me and grabbing ahold of Bucky. I could hear him start to gasp and whimper again, so Alice and I took advantage of the moment and snuck out, heading back to the kitchen.
“Well, that was a surprise well worth the wait,” Alice sighed. I grinned at her.
“Yes it was. You hungry at all? I could make you a sandwich,” I offered. She shook her head no.
“No we grabbed something to eat before we came back.” I nodded in understanding before grabbing a couple water bottles from the fridge and handed one to her. “Thanks. I was getting ready to ask for something to drink though,” she laughed. A teary-eyed Bucky and Steve came in after awhile, standing next to us and we hugged them tightly.
“You guys okay?” I asked them. They both nodded before smiling wide at me.
“We’re great, now that Stevie knows the big secret,” Bucky joked. Steve squeezed me, lifting me off the ground a bit before putting me down.
“How did I get so lucky to get such an amazing woman like you for a wife?” he wondered out loud, kissing the tip of my nose. “You literally got me my best friend. I love you so much. You have no idea how much this means to me. Thank you baby,” he crooned, kissing me deeply.
I grinned up at him. “I’m glad you like your gift.” I looked over at our friends before scrunching my face up and looking back at Steve. “There’s no need for me to return it, is there?” I asked jokingly. He frowned at me before shaking his head.
“No. A million times no. This is one gift that I am more than happy to keep.” We all chuckled at his words. “How about we go watch a movie on our movie screen?” I nodded before checking with Bucky and Alice, who also agreed.
“Awesome. Let me make some popcorn and find some other snacks while you guys pick out a movie and I’ll meet you there,” I offered. The three of them went to get comfy while I stated to prepare snacks. I found popcorn and stuck one in the microwave while I searched my kitchen to see where everything was put away at.
I found my serving tray and, after finding a six pack of beer in the fridge, added it to the tray, along with a soda for myself and another bottle of water for Alice. I found two big bowls and dumped one bag of popcorn in each before adding them to the tray as well.
Finally, I found some chocolate bars and licorice and threw them on as well before recalling my days as a waitress and carried everything over, not dropping a thing. I walked in the door and Steve jumped up to help me.
“Babe you could have asked for help,” he chastised as he grabbed the six pack and a bowl of popcorn and took it to the table that was set up in front of our seats. I snorted while I brought the tray to the table as well, before I handed Alice her water. She nodded at me in thanks while Bucky and Steve popped open their beers.
“So, what movie are we watching?” I asked, getting comfortable on my seat next to Steve, throwing the blanket he had found over our laps.
“Jurassic Park. That okay?” Bucky asked from beside Alice.
“Hell yeah it is. You two will be able to verify if that’s what the dinosaurs actually looked like, seeing as that you’re both super old,” I teased, causing Alice to choke on her water as she began to laugh. I joined her in my own laughter as Bucky flipped me off and Steve tickled my side, making me laugh even more.
“What’s that say about you then babe? That you like old men? You pervert,” he argues as he tickled me even more.
“Uncle!” I gasped, and he stopped his attack. I caught my breath before answering him. “No, it just means that I’m into 100 year old blonde super soldiers who can throw a shield like it’s a fuckin frisbee.” He chuckled before putting his arm around me and letting me snuggle into his side. He grabbed the remote and pressed the buttons to turn the screen on and to start the movie.
A few minutes into the movie I looked around at everything. Steve was happy, I was happy, and Bucky and Alice were happy. Life was perfect, and I couldn't wait to see what it had in store for us.
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I Want to See the Ocean: Part 2
Prompt request: hi!! i’m not the anon from before but i’d still like to request a peter parker fic if that’s alright. the reader is natasha’s 18 y/o sister and she’s not very humorous after all the assassin training/torture and peter makes her laugh in front of the whole team and everyone’s just silent cause whoa did she just laugh?? and it’s a fluff fest of the reader letting her walls down for once?? thank you sm!!
Characters: Peter Parker, Reader, Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark, Wanda Maximoff, Vision
Warnings: some angst
A/N: So here’s Part 2! I hope you enjoy it, and as always, thanks for reading!
I Want to See the Ocean Part 1
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If someone had asked Peter Parker what he was going to be doing on a random Thursday night in the middle of June, he probably would have said studying. Although lately he would have used studying as his cover story for saving New York from the various villains and miscreants.
He never would have imagined he would be sneaking a former assassin out of the city to go see an ocean.
After Peter accepted your request to visit an ocean, you both worked quickly. You each packed a backpack and ditched your cell phones before sneaking off the Tower property. Everyone would assume you had gone to hide in your (well, Nat’s) room after the laughing incident, and everyone would assume Peter had run off to do some homework.
They had absolutely no idea you had taken a train from Penn Station all the way to Long Beach at nearly 9 o’clock at night. Without any technology, they had no way to trace your whereabouts. It was pitch dark by now, but the boardwalk was illuminated by various streetlamps that casted a faint orange glow over everything.
Even though you could barely see the ocean, you heard the roar of the waves as they ebbed and flowed. The scent of salt tickled your nose, and you could feel the grains of sand underneath your sneakers. Your heart raced as you tried to categorize and understand the wave of emotions coming over you.
Peter looked both ways to make sure no one was coming as he climbed under the boardwalk fence. He landed softly on the sand and looked up at you expectantly. You hesitated briefly before joining him down below. You could feel the sand scratch your ankles and socks as it found its way into your shoes, and you grimaced at the unfamiliar sensation.
Peter led you closer and closer to the water until you could feel the sand stiffen beneath your feet. You paused just out of reach of the waves, and Peter knelt down to take off his socks and sneakers. He rolled up his jeans before continuing his journey.
“Oooo, it’s cold!” he yelped as his feet hit the water. He giggled as another small wave crashed against him, the water reaching his ankles this time. “Come on! You’ll love it!”
You gulped as you stared at the blackness. What had seemed like such a good idea a few hours ago now terrified you. What if there were dangers in the water? What if something hurt you? What if-
“Hey,” he said gently. He walked back over to you and held out his hand. “It’s okay.” You just stared at his hand like it was a foreign object.
“I can’t,” you whispered as you shook your head. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, and you prayed that they wouldn’t fall.
Peter carefully stepped closer until you had no other option but to look him in the eyes. “You’re my friend,” he insisted. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”
You had no idea why you trusted Peter Parker. If someone had asked you to explain it, you probably wouldn’t have been able to describe your reasoning. But somehow, his words gave you the courage to take off your shoes and grasp his hand. It was clammy from the cool air, and he gave it a gentle squeeze, as if to reassure you that everything would be okay.
Step by step, he led you to the water. The sand grew cold underneath your toes as a wave flowed away from the beach. You both stood in silence, waiting with anticipation for what was about to come.
The water that came back to envelope your feet was freezing, and it was a complete shock to your system. You gasped as the seafoam glided effortlessly between your toes. You had to stop yourself from falling back with the pressure, and then a few seconds later, you dug your heels in the soaking sand to avoid being pulled out to sea. It was the strangest, purest sensation you had experienced in a long time.
A small bubble of laughter climbed its way from your stomach up to your throat. The noise penetrated the rhythmic crash of waves, and Peter glanced over at you. Just like at the gym, your eyes sparkled under the moonlight, and you were smiling. He couldn’t help but laugh along with you, and soon you were both caught in a fit of giggles as the waves continued to come.
You had no idea how long you stood there, but once both of your bodies were overtaken by shivers, you decided to call it a night. You quickly gathered your belongings and hopped back up on the boardwalk.
Despite the late hour, the boardwalk was buzzing with people the further you walked towards the hub of the beach. People barely acknowledged the two of you as you tried to come up with a game plan.
“So we’ve got $300 to spend,” Peter remarked. “We should probably get some food and figure out where we’re going to stay.”
“Stay?” you asked. “Together?”
Peter’s face turned scarlet at your insinuation. “Not like that!” he exclaimed. “I mean, we probably don’t have enough for two rooms, but we should be able to find something with two beds! Or if there’s only rooms with one bed, I can sleep on the floor.”
You bit your bottom lip and smiled shyly. “I think we’ll be fine,” you reassured him. You walked past a food truck, and your stomach grumbled. “Food first?”
Peter sighed in relief at the change in subject. “Food sounds great,” he admitted. “That sparring totally worked up my appetite.”
“You mean that ass kicking,” you sassed, gaining some confidence with your new friend.
“Now hold on!” Peter yelped. “Captain Rogers did NOT kick my ass! Sure, he had the upper hand, but-”
“But he totally beat you,” you interrupted. “There was no contest!”
“I’m feeling very attacked right now,” Peter muttered.
His sore ego was soon forgotten as you stopped in front of a small pizza joint. You could practically taste the sizzling cheese as you watched the pies come out of the oven. Peter was just about drooling himself, and he made the executive decision to get your food here.
You each ordered a medium pizza, french fries, and cannolis. You got almost every topping imaginable while Peter stuck to a simple sausage and pepperoni pie.
Peter balanced two large sodas on top of the boxes as you walked down the back street towards a motel with a vacancy sign. The owner looked at the two of you uneasily as you checked in for the night. Once Peter handed over the remaining cash, however, your young age was forgotten, and you were given a key to a room on the third floor.
Peter nearly collapsed in relief when he opened the door and found two queen-sized beds in the room. He placed the boxes on the table and flopped on the bed closest to the bathroom. You wasted no time in digging right into the food. Peter turned on the room’s TV to a random movie, and soon, you were both lost in good food and a silly rom com. The silence was comfortable, and you couldn’t help but smile at the night’s events.
Peter tossed the last of his crust into his empty box and groaned. “This was actually really fun,” he admitted.
“Yeah,” you agreed. “Thank you.”
“Anytime.” He chuckled softly then looked at the empty soda cups. “You still thirsty?” he asked.
You nodded. “I saw a water machine on our way up. I can refill them,” you offered.
Peter eyed you warily, and you knew exactly what he was thinking. “I’ll come back,” you promised. Peter hesitated for a brief moment before nodding his approval. You grabbed the cups and your key and headed out the door.
The air was crisp as you filled up your cups with fresh water. Over the hum of the machine, you heard soft footsteps behind you. You knew who it was without even looking at him.
“Enjoying yourself?” you asked as you turned around.
Bucky Barnes stood in front of you, a smile ghosting his lips. “I could ask you the same thing,” he shot back.
“How did you find us?” you interrogated.
“We’re a lot alike.” His eyes became sad as he seemed to recall a memory from a distant past. “When I...got better...I wanted to come to the beach too.”
“Really?” You knew all about Bucky’s history, but it was never something he just discussed with people. In fact, he had never actually said anything to you personally up until this moment.
Bucky nodded. “Something about the water just calmed me,” he explained. “So when the two of you never showed back up to the gym, I followed my hunch.”
“And if you had been wrong?” you asked.
“Well, then, I got a trip to the beach,” he chuckled.
You couldn’t help but smile back. “You never pushed me to talk,” you commented.
“Nope,” he replied, shaking his head. “I knew you would when you were ready.”
You didn’t have a reply for him, so you just nodded your head. “Are you going to make us come home?” you asked, suppressing a yawn.
“Not tonight,” he smirked. “Go get some sleep. But I’m staying in room 302 if you need me.” Without another word, Bucky turned around and headed back to his room.
“Bucky?” you called after him. He stopped and glanced back at you. “Um, than...thank you. For everything.” You swallowed the lump in your throat as the emotions of the evening finally caught up with you. Bucky walked back to you and gently wrapped you in his embrace.
“You’re gonna be okay,” he whispered as you cried. “It’s all gonna be okay.”
You sniffled and nodded your head, embarrassed at your mini meltdown. You pulled back and took a small sip of your water to help you calm down. A few moments later, your breathing slowed, and exhaustion began to take over. Bucky gave your shoulders one last squeeze before disappearing for good.
You let out an enormous yawn as you made your way back to your own room, hoping Peter hadn’t noticed your extended absence. You didn’t need to worry because as soon as you opened the door, you found Peter passed out on his bed.
Sleep seemed like an awesome idea to you too, so you turned off the TV and the lights before crawling under your own covers. Your eyelids drooped as your slowly sunk into the comfort of your blankets. Tonight had been an amazing experience of highs and lows. You couldn’t wait to go home and tell Nat all about your trip, even if it meant her yelling at you for sneaking out. You smiled softly as the room faded around you.
Home. That sounded really good to you.
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Burden (bucky x reader)
Bucky was a broken man. He knew this, you knew this, practically the entire world knew that Bucky had been reduced to a mere shell of who he was before the Winter Soldier.
He was also incredibly reluctant to change this fact, opting to continue letting his emotions bottle up, only letting them drip out every once in a while in the presence of Steve. With the help of the blue eyed blonde, Bucky had also begun opening up to you. You would have loved to say that it was instant and that he felt some sort of safety with you but truthfully, it had been a long, tedious process of getting the shattered man to start moving his pieces back together. Now, over three years later you and Bucky had formed an unbreakable bond, moving from a minor acquaintanceship to a romance so fervent you sometimes wondered how you deserved it all. Bucky was better than ever, his nightmares had decreased so much so that they rarely occurred and he smiled practically every chance he got, something you had never seen him do prior.
As Bucky began to open up however, you found yourself closing the cork to your emotions, taking the walled stance your other half had once possessed.
This wasn’t because you didn’t trust Bucky, because god knows you trusted that man with every cell in your body. It was just that in comparison to Bucky’s unspeakable past and the tremendous amount of pain and mistreatment he had gone through, your problems seemed so insignificant, so much so that you felt guilty burdening him with your issues. So, you let every ounce of sadness and doubt brew in the pit of your stomach, refusing to bring it up to anybody, especially the man you held so dearly.
This strategy worked for awhile, whenever something went wrong on a mission, or you looked at yourself in the mirror the wrong way or you felt Bucky deserved to move onto someone better, you hid the feelings until you could plaster a smile on your face for another day. However, your concealed hurt was doomed to come crashing out of you, as you feared it would. Today was the day that you could no longer pretend you were as happy and problem free as the rest of the team perceived you to be.
The day started out absolutely horrendously. Bucky woke up angry at you for a reason you couldn’t place and instead of waking up to soft touches and gentle kisses, you awoke to a slamming door and welled up tears. Per usual, you pretended you weren’t hurt and got ready for the day, wishing away every single emotion you had felt ten minutes prior. Things only went downhill from there. The self confidence you normally held had crumbled away, leaving you feeling fragile and frankly, less than, every time you looked in the mirror. When you went downstairs for your usual Sunday breakfast of pancakes and bacon, Tony had made a backhanded comment about your ‘exponentially increasing size’ as he called it, so you opted to workout without breakfast instead. By midday you had had enough and thought It best to take a day to yourself. Plugging in your phone, you turned over and finally let the reserve of emotions and tears pour out, hoping for a better mood when they stopped.
The team immediately noticed your absence. Steve wondered why you had missed your morning coffee run, Natasha was confused as to why you skipped training and Wanda was suspicious that you blew off your guitar lesson, knowing that you were extremely excited about it just hours before. And Bucky, well, he just wanted to find you so he could apologize for his outburst earlier that morning. He had a nightmare the previous night and you hadn’t woken up to comfort him like you usually did. He had now realized how selfish the notion was considering you were his girlfriend, not his therapist and he couldnt expect you to know every single time he felt uneasy. He had called you and texted with no reply, his worry increasing each minute his phone stayed black. Growing impatient, Bucky made a plate of your favorite snacks and made his way to your room in the compound.
After three soft knocks, Bucky grew worried at your lack of reply so he pressed his ear to the door, in an attempt to discover your whereabouts. To his surprise, you weren’t sleeping like he thought you were and his heart dropped at the sniffles he heard through the wall, broken up every few seconds by cracked sobs that escaped.
“Doll?” Bucky whispers, trying his best to get your attention without startling you. When he is answered with silence Bucky knocks again and whispers a little louder “Doll? Open up sweetheart, I brought you some snacks”
Your eyebrows shoot up at the sound of your boyfriends voice, immediately wiping your tears, trying to erase the evidence of the sob fest you had just created. “Im not hungry” was your curt reply, and while your voice wavered more than you were willing to admit, you had hoped Bucky assumed you were fine and was already on his way back to the kitchen, of course, this was not the case. Bucky’s voice startled you once again “Y/N” he sighs “let me in, I know you’re upset and it’s breaking my heart that you’re all alone. We don’t even have to talk about it, we can just cuddle and watch a movie if you’d like”
That broke your resolve, the bastard knew there was no way you would resist cuddles and despite your stubborn nature urging you not to, you gingerly got out of bed and slowly opened the door, keeping your eyes glued to the floor as Bucky opened his arms wide.
“C’mere” he whispers, pushing a strand of your hair back before enveloping you in the warmest hug you had ever experienced. His flesh hand came up to run through your hair, his metal one running slow circles over the small of your back. You don’t return the hug, still refusing to acknowledge your emotional state and simply step out of Bucky’s embrace before heading back to the safety of your comforter.
“Im fine Bucky, really” you lie, grinding your teeth to stop the tears that were already threatening to spill “sorry for bothering you” you whisper, so quietly that you barely heard it, but Bucky did and he was taken aback, having never seen you so upset before.
“Doll” he moves next to you, gently grasping your chin to turn your eyes to his “you are not fine, and that is perfectly ok, okay? Im here, just let me take care of you” he leans back, pulling your shaking frame into his chest and finally, you let the dam break and release the sobs you had been trying to keep hidden for so long.
Bucky doesn’t move, doesn’t say a word, just holds you close and lets you cry until your breathing slows and the puddle on his shirt ceases to grow bigger. Your sobs have stopped, reduced to quiet “im sorry”s being repeated over and over again into your boyfriends shirt.
Your boyfriend is confused at your constant apologizing, seeing no reason that you should feel sorry for needing his help, the same way he needed you every time his mind started spinning. He kisses the top of your head before grabbing your waist so he can pull you back to kiss your forehead. “You have nothing to be sorry about” he grabs your hands “you never have to apologize for feeling sad, remember? You always tell me that and I think its about time you learn that too”
You take a deep breath before letting go of his hands, pooling your own in your lap. “Its just” you sigh, dropping your eyes downwards “ my problems are so small compared to yours and I never want you to feel like Im burdening you with my issues yknow? After all you have been through the last thing you need is your girlfriend whining over stupid issues”
Bucky doesn’t hesitate to gently grab your cheeks, pressing his forehead against yours.
“Sweetheart, can you look at me?” He whispers moving his thumb to capture an escaped tear “you will never, and I truly mean never, be a burden to me okay? God I-“ he sighs suddenly feeling a lack of words forming in his mouth “doll, you mean the absolute world to me. You put up with every single emotion I have ever had and stood by me through every nightmare and panic attack and tear. You are the reason Im the man I am today, and I will forever be grateful for the love you have shown me” tears pool in his own eyes as he press a short kiss to your lips “I never want you to feel like your problems are insignificant, sadness is sadness, your feelings are just as valid as mine and the last thing in this whole world I want to see is the most loving, affectionate girl I have ever met, feel like she is a burden. I love you, I will always love you and I would move mountains to make you smile”
You wipe your eyes, moving to wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face into the crook of his neck.
“Y/N Im here for you, if you ever feel sad or upset or just need a hug I will always be here, no matter how small you think your problem is” he whispers into your hair
“I love you” you choke out, nuzzling farther into him.
“God-I love you too, so much”
“Hey buck?”
“Yeah sweetheart”
“Can I have some of those snacks?”
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Can’t Help Falling In Love - Ch. 13
Can't Help Falling In Love Chapter 13- A Steve x OFC fanfiction
author: jrubalcaba
featuring: OFC Evelyn “Evie” Collins x Steve Rogers
word count: 1625 words
rating: PG
warnings: cussing, shooting the bird
A/N: shout out to @celeb-fest for her beta work.
I felt so nervous. Today was a big deal. It wasn't just Bruce's birthday, at least for me. Today has the potential to change my life. I've been incredibly anxious all day long, and now, it's go time.
Once I was done getting ready, I pulled Bruce's present out of its hiding place and walked out to the living room. Everyone but Bruce was there, waiting on him. I walked up to Steve, putting my arm around his waist as he kissed the top of my head. “Hey baby. You bring your present?” he asked. I nodded and held it up.
“Yep. Got it right here. I just want y'all to know,” I spoke up, grabbing everyone's attention, “that my gift is going to out-do all of yours, so don't feel bad.” There were ‘haha’s or ‘whatever’s in response.
“Dr. Banner is on his way here in the elevator,” F.R.I.D.A.Y announced. We all stood quietly, waiting for him to arrive. The doors opened and Bruce stepped out, slowly walking over to where we were assembled.
“Uh...good evening. Something I should know about?” he asked warily. We all laughed before Tony walked forward and handed him an envelope.
“Happy Birthday Bruce. We all got you something, and we're all going out for dinner tonight, in your honor.” Bruce smiled before opening his gift.
“You guys don't have to do that. A trip to Bora Bora? Thanks Tony.” The men embraced before Natasha and Sam walked up with their gift. “A bottle of the finest vodka and the finest bourbon. Thanks guys.”
One by one everyone gave Bruce their gift. Thor also gave him liquor, but it was for ‘the other guy’. Rhodey and Sam got Bruce snowboarding lessons and a chance to go skydiving. Wanda and Vision went in together and got him a full hour massage session. Steve, Bucky and Alice booked Bruce some time at a local boxing gym, their services included. Clint gave him a stress free weekend at his farm, along with pictures drawn by Clint’s kids. Finally, it was my turn.
“Alright everyone, glad y'all saved the best for last,” I joked as I stepped forward. Everyone laughed as I handed the present to Bruce, my heart racing and hands trembling slightly. He chuckled before pulling the wrapping paper off and opening the box. He paused as he read the front of the document inside, before he hurriedly sat on the nearby couch. My heart jumped up into my throat as he read more of the paperwork. After a moment, he glanced up at me, eyes brimming with tears.
“Is this for real?” He asked shakily. I nodded, sniffling as I tried to keep my own tears at bay. He looked back at the papers and smiled the biggest smile I've ever seen. He stood up and grabbed me in a bear hug. I hugged him back and we stood there, the rest of the team sharing puzzled looks. After a while, we broke apart, before Bruce picked up the paperwork and walked over to the bar, looking for a pen.
“Uh Bruce? What's going on? What's in the box?” Tony asked hesitantly. Bruce finally located a pen and began to sign the document, answering Tony as he flipped pages.
“Evie gave me the best gift ever,” he called over his shoulder. He finished signing the last page with a flourish and turned to face everyone. “These are adoption papers. As soon as these are filed, Evie will officially be my daughter.” There was a collective gasp, followed by an ‘aww’ from Wanda.
“That is the sweetest thing I've ever seen,” she cooed. I could see that most of the team didn't understand, so I explained.
“Growing up, I was passed around from relative to relative. By the time I would get settled in, I was dumped onto the next person. I don't remember my real parents, and all I know about them is that I severely cut in on their drug habits.” I looked over at Bruce and smiled fondly. “So, for Bruce to take me under his wing the way he did has meant the world to me. And since he has no children of his own, this is a win-win for both of us.” Nods and murmurs of agreement came from everyone.
“Well, it looks like we have more to celebrate than just Bruce,” Tony declared, clapping his hands. I shook my head as everyone made to board the elevator.
“No this is still just Bruce's day. These won't be official for a while, and that's even if they're approved.” Tony looked put out, and I grinned. “Don't worry Tony. If and when these are approved and certified, we can all celebrate then. Promise.” He smiled at that before motioning for me to enter before him.
Once we were all in, the elevator closed and we descended to the garage. Bucky, Alice, Steve and I all got into my Jeep, and we headed to the restaurant that Tony had reserved for us.
“So adoption?” Steve started. I chuckled before grabbing his hand.
“Yes. I didn't want anyone to know, otherwise I would have told you first.” I didn't think this would bother Steve.
“No it's fine. Just never saw it coming is all.” He squeezed my hand as he followed Tony through the traffic. I could tell he was still tense about something, as he avoided my eyes.
“Just think Steve. Now you have someone you can get permission from,” Bucky pointed out.
“Permission for what?” I asked, turning to stare at him.
“Buck…” Steve warned.
“Bucky, drop it,” Alice chimed in. He grinned at her before turning back to me.
“You're Steve's girlfriend right?” I nodded in confirmation. He snuck a peek at Steve before going on.
“James Buchanan Barnes, shut your fucking mouth before I shut it for you,” Steve growled, their eyes meeting in the rear view mirror. Alice slapped her hand over his mouth in an attempt to shut him up before he went too far, but he was able to lean away and keep talking, smirking at Steve.
“What's the one thing that an old-fashioned guy like Steve would want to ask his girlfriend’s dad for permission to do?” He looked back at Steve to gauge his reaction. I glanced over too, slightly alarmed at what I saw.
“Steve, relax before you break my car,” I warned. He loosened his grip on my steering wheel before shooting Bucky a death glare. “Take her out? No he's already doing that. Uh…” I trailed off, thinking. “Oh, asking for her hand in mar-” Oh my god. There's no way. Bucky nodded at me knowingly as a literal growl came from Steve. Alice and I made eye contact, worried about the tension between our boys.
We had finally made it to the restaurant parking lot. Steve had barely hit the brakes before Bucky was scrambling out of the door. Steve put the Jeep in park, turned off the engine, unbuckled his seatbelt and turned the lights off, all in a matter of seconds, before he too was out the door and chasing Bucky down. Alice and I slowly made our way to the rest of the group, watching the two super soldiers throw snow at and chase each other.
“What's going on with those two?” Nat asked as we walked up.
“Bucky let loose a secret and Steve's pissed,” Alice replied. Bucky came running back, Steve hot on his tail. I reached out and grabbed my boyfriend's arm, pulling him towards me, as Alice did the same to Bucky.
“Hey, you guys go ahead. I wanna talk to Steve alone,” I told them. He huffed in defeat as everyone walked into the restaurant, flipping Bucky off as he followed them inside.
“Sorry about that. It's been awhile since we played in the snow. We're not huge fans of it anymore,” he apologized, wrapping his arms around me to warm me up.
“It's ok. Look, if he was being serious, then you don't have to ask for permission. I know it's what men did in your day and age, but nowadays it's not something that's routinely practiced.” Steve was staring at the ground, not wanting to look me in the eyes. “The answer will be ‘yes’ regardless if you get permission or not,” I assured him, ducking to catch his eyes. A smile slowly crept over his face as he realized what I meant.
“That's your answer then?”
“Yes.” He swung me around before setting me back on my feet and kissing me. I smiled against his lips before pulling back. “I'm not into having an audience during moments like this, so I'm good if you are. But, if you had something planned out, go for it. My answer won't change.” He smiled before putting his arm around my shoulder and walking into the restaurant.
“It's good to know your answer and that it won't change. I did have something planned but, if you're ok with this then I won't bother.” He look crestfallen at the thought of not being able to get down on one knee.
“No I want you to do it. I can tell you'll be bummed out if you don't get to do it the way you wanted, so please, by all means, do it,” I offered. He laughed and nodded.
“Ok.”
“Besides, we need a ring first,” I pointed out. I glanced up at him and did a double take. He was smiling his wolfy smile again. “You already have it, don't you?” His smile got bigger before the hostess asked our names.
“Oh, we’re with Tony Stark.” She smiled and led us to the table.
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