#the last conversation between steve and reader? still sobbing
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Hi hi! I’m sure you’re being flooded, but I’d love a little something about younger (20 or older though!) reader babysitting for dad! Steve. Smutty if you feel so inclined. Can be single or not, dealer’s choice!
I went wayyyy overboard with this, oops, but it was so sexy omfg
word count: 2k
warnings: huge age gap (45+ vs 20), unprotected sex, breeding kink, oral m receiving, sliiiightly mean dom steve, size kink, stomach bulge kink, daddy kink
You'd been crushing on Mr. Harrington for years, actually... even before the divorce.
It wasn't just that he was good-looking, although that was obviously part of it. It was the way he acted with you, it made you feel all girly and little and dumb; it was the way he played with his kids which made your uterus sob in envy; it was the way he wore reflective shades to the pool and you had to wonder if he was looking at you and seeing how much you'd grown.
For the longest, much to your dismay, nothing happened between you. You'd been trying to make conversation after he came back each night to finish your babysitting shift, but it never really worked. Nothing worked, actually, not even the skimpy outfits or the strategic bending over or the casual touches to his arm or knee.
Nothing worked until last night.
It started mostly normal, except that he was obviously in a worse mood than usual. You asked how his date went; he dodged the question. You pressed again, and he shook his head as he sat down on the couch, running his hands over his hair.
"It's starting to feel futile," he explained, speaking quietly knowing his kids were asleep down the hall.
"What is?"
"All of it," he breathed. "Dating, work, all of it."
You sat next to him, pulling your knees up on the sofa and tilting your head sympathetically. "Tell me about it," you offered.
Amazingly, he did. He told you about how each woman he went out with was worse than the last, and he didn't trust any of them with his kids. That made your heart skip; I'm his babysitter, he trusts me with his kids.
He told you about how rough the divorce had been, and then the custody arrangements. Apparently he was still dealing with that even though Mrs. Harrington had moved out probably almost two years ago now.
He told you about how hard his job was, how the hours killed him, how he could barely find time to spend with his family because he was putting out everyone else's fires at the office.
"That all sounds really stressful, Mr. Harrington," you cooed when he finished his rant. "You need to relax."
He chuckled a little. "Easier said than done."
"Maybe I can help you."
He raised an eyebrow in confusion, but his eyes went wide as he watched you get on your knees on the ground.
"Let me help you relax, Mr. Harrington," you pleaded, running your hands over his legs gently as they stayed slightly spread on the couch.
"Oh, uh— I— sweetie, we can't—"
You reached up to his belt, and even if his words were hesitant, he lifted his hips slightly to make it easier for you to unbuckle it.
"Are you— fuck— are you really—? Baby..."
It made your hips wiggle against the carpet hearing him talk like that. You got his fly open next, and started to rub his cock through his boxers underneath. His eyes followed your every move in disbelief.
He was just starting to get hard when you took him out, but he was already so big... your mouth was watering. You couldn't wait any longer: you looked up at him for just a second before you leaned forward and took his fat head into your mouth.
Groaning and tilting his head back, his hands found purchase in your hair instantly.
"Fuuuck," he breathed, "you're... you're so bad, sweetie, you know you shouldn't... oh my god."
You bobbed your head eagerly, feeling him swell and harden against your tongue until your mouth was stretched to its limit by his size. You hummed around him joyfully, revelling in the softly salty taste on your tongue. Stroking with your hand what your lips couldn't reach, you took a break after a few minutes to look up at him for approval.
"Where'd a sweet girl like you learn how to do that?" he asked with a long sigh. "Fuck, keep sucking... look up at me, baby."
You did as you were told, and he adjusted his hips slightly so it was easier for you to keep eye contact with him while you suckled at his throbbing head.
"Good," he praised, stroking your cheek as you worked. "Such pretty eyes... and that pretty mouth too, god. Take it deeper, sweetie, you can choke a little."
His hand helped push you down until his dick hit the end of your throat, and you gagged helplessly. He moaned loudest at that, eyes falling shut for a moment.
"Too big for your little mouth, huh?" he noticed. "Poor baby. Choke on me again."
You did as he said and noticed his hips rocking up to push his cock even deeper and gag you even harder. Tears welled in your eyes but he purred in satisfaction.
"Mm, good job," he praised, "you're so good for me, sweetie."
Needing a break for your throat, you pulled back and stroked him slowly as you made conversation. "How long has it been since somebody sucked your cock, Mr. Harrington?" you asked sweetly.
"Fuck, I don't even know— years? Before Allie was born, probably. She didn't... she never did it, really," he mumbled, and you tried not to bite your lip. Of course his bitch ex-wife never did this to him, he was probably so starved for affection for ages.
"That's such a shame," you pouted, "it tastes so good. I'd never be able to stop tasting you, Mr. Harrington."
"Then don't stop," he encouraged, pushing your head down again. You got back into the pattern, only taking breaks to lathe the shaft in long licks from base to tip; he seemed to like those a lot.
Sometimes you felt his cock throb and you hoped it meant he would come soon: you couldn't wait. You went on for a while longer, though, and started to get desperate for it. When his heavy breathing made you pretty sure he was close, you broke the pattern one more time to encourage him. "I want you to come in my mouth," you informed him. "M'gonna swallow it, sir, I promise."
"No, fuck no," he interrupted, surprising you. "No, I want that pussy. Fuck, I need your pussy, get up here."
You climbed onto the couch eagerly, straddling his lap as he started to pull your skirt up right away. He snapped your panties off like it was nothing, instantly groaning at the sight of your mound beneath; you felt so exposed in the best way, you worried you were going to drip right down onto his khakis with him looking at you like that.
"Fuck, sweetie, you're so gorgeous," he sighed, "such a gorgeous little pussy. C'mere..."
He held your thighs, petting them as he guided you down to his cock. He stopped looking at it once he was just barely pushing inside, instead starting to watch your face as you sank down onto his length with a moan. "Fuck!" you whimpered. "Fuck, too big, you're too—"
"Shh, shh," he soothed, "gotta be quiet, baby, the kids are asleep."
Your gut burned from how stupidly hot that was, and you bit your lip to try to keep it down. His cock reached the end of you and you jolted, trying to move back up, but he shook his head and kept guiding you down.
"No, sweetie, you need to take all of me," he scolded gently. "You're gonna take all of me, fuck, so good..."
Finally, somehow, he managed to get it all inside until your thighs were flush with his. You were shaking, it was so deep you were shaking; there was a slight bulge in your tummy where his cock filled you. "Mr. Harrington, it's too deep..."
He growled, actually growled, and held your hips tightly. "No, baby, it's just the right amount. You're taking me so good... all of my cock is in you, sweetie, you're doing so fucking good. Now just ride me."
Shaking and whimpering, you started to rock your hips on top of his; he sighed and watched you, looking wrecked in the best way.
"Yeah, fuck," he encouraged, "fuck, you know how long it's been since I had pussy like this? Tight, wet, young pussy like yours? You feel so fucking good..."
"You too," you moaned, "you feel so good, Mr. Harrington..."
He smirked a bit. "I think we're on a first name basis by now... but I want you to keep calling me that anyways. It's so fucking cute."
Pulling you a little closer, he whispered right by your ear.
"Maybe," he suggested, "you could even call me daddy."
"Oh, daddy," you pounced on the opportunity immediately, and he groaned in satisfaction. "Daddy, it feels really really good..."
"Yeah? Well then why don't you cream for me, huh? Let that cute little pussy come on my cock—"
You didn't even let him finish. You'd been worked up since he got here and it hit you all at once. He watched you proudly, thin laughter ringing in your ears.
"God, you're so sensitive," he groaned, "it's gonna take me a while, baby, I'm not as young as you... takes me all night sometimes."
You shuddered; "I don't have anywhere to be..."
"Yeah you do," he corrected, starting to guide your hips as your motions faltered from the exhaustion of coming. "Your parents are probably worried about you, sweetie. They don't know what a slut you are, do they?"
You shook your head. "N-no, daddy..."
"Fuck," he breathed, "you're so cute... show daddy your tits, sweetie— lift up your shirt for me and show me your tits."
He was more than capable of doing it himself, but he preferred to watch you roll up your tank top and let him see your tits, hardened from being so turned on by all this. You'd stopped wearing a bra around him months ago, and it was all worth it as he reached up and palmed one of your breasts.
"Mm," he hummed, "you've got great tits, baby— you show them off too much, though."
He slid his hand across your chest to touch the other gently. "I only did that for you, Mr. Harrington," you promised, "I just wanted your attention... wanted you to see how grown up I am..."
He smirked. "You got my fucking attention, sweetie."
With renewed energy, you started to take control again, riding him in earnest. "Really?" you confirmed hopefully. "Did you think about me, daddy? Did you ever jerk off and think about my tits?"
He delayed his answer by hissing a little, looking down at where your pussy slid up and down on him before tilting his head back again. "Yes," he admitted, "yeah, I thought about you. I would've done it a lot more if I knew you wanted me to."
"Of course I wanted you to," you giggled, "I have such a big crush on you, Mr. Harrington, I have for so long..."
"A crush, huh?" he laughed.
You nodded eagerly, whining when he held onto you tighter and started to thrust up into you off the couch.
"You know I'm more than twice your age, right?" he reminded you with a purr, and you nodded. "You know I'm older than your dad, right?"
Your head was spinning, but you nodded again.
"And you know I could get you pregnant... right?"
You moaned, head falling back, and he laughed.
"I knew it," he gloated, "I knew that was what you wanted— knew you needed some babies fucked into you, sweet girl. Daddy's gonna knock you up, s'that what you want?"
"Yes, yes!" you sobbed.
You weren't moving at all now, you were limp and useless as he thrust up into you hard and fast, making you cry and moan so loudly he had to cover your mouth. "I'll come, fuck, nice and deep," he promised, "and give you a baby, yeah? Get you so full and pregnant, just how you want it."
You were begging him for it, but it was all muffled into nonsense under his hand as he fucked up into you rough and fast. It ended with a groan, his head falling back and his body going limp under you as he came. You collapsed onto him, both of you sinking into the couch as you caught your breath.
His hands rested on your thighs still, sometimes petting them or moving up to your waist; you shyly hid your face in the crook of his neck, hardly believing that this really happened— and terrified you would wake up and realize it was all a wonderful dream. "Think I'm gonna need you to babysit for me again tomorrow night," he broke the silence suddenly. "I'll pay double for the short notice."
"I'll do it for free," you replied.
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WE – Seeing your dad, Jim Hopper, for the first time after thinking he was gone forever.
Hopper!fem!reader x Steve Harrington
english isn't my first language
"Where's Steve?" You were so sorry to interrupt the conversation Robin and her crush were having, but you needed to find him. Robin's eyes opened wide and her hands stopped working on the peanut butter sandwich when she noticed how desperate you looked. If it wasn't because of that, she would've stabbed you with the knife covered in peanut butter right at that moment. Vicki was surprised to say the least thanks to your sudden interruption. "Robin!" You bit down your lower lip as you waited for her answer, starting to feel the metallic taste of blood coming right from where your teeth were sinking. Your friend shook her head, coming back to herself and looking to where she saw Steve for the last time. "He's–" Robin didn't get to finish because your eyes followed hers and you left quickly without saying anything else.
"We need to leave." Steve stopped folding the laundry when you appeared in front of him. "Shit, you're bleeding." Steve frowned, noticing the blood on your lower lip. You sucked on the tiny wound making it stop bleeding. "We need to leave." You repeated, grabbing his arm and starting to walk towards the door of the gym. Steve and Robin shared a look and Steve shrugged his shoulders to her, not knowing what was going on either. "Wait y/n, what happens?" He noticed that your hands were shaking yet your grip on his sweater sleeve was strong as he let you drag him out of there. "Please Steve, we need to leave. Now." You turned to look at him, Steve nodded once he saw your face. "I need you to tell me at least where are we going." You both got into his car, your legs bouncing non-stop and you playing with your own hands while Steve started the car. "You remember the cabin in which we used to live with El?" Steve nodded, not needing you to say anything else to start driving there.
The drive was silent, anything that involved you being quiet scared the shit out of Steve because you were always talking. He hoped nothing bad had happened. Once you got there, there were two cars already parked: the yellow pizza van, which you expected to be there because you knew El and the rest of your friends would be getting the cabin ready and one black car you didn't recognize. You almost jumped off Steve's car before he finished parking and he was forced to do the same to not leave you alone.
"Okay y/n, you need to tell me what's going–" You were so determined to go into the cabin that the only thing Steve could do was to follow you.
"Oh my god..." You mumbled as you stopped walking all of a sudden when you saw who was coming out of the house. Your eyes filled with tears as one of your hands went to cover your mouth in disbelief.
"Holy shit..." Steve said, both of his hands went to the back of his head. Also in disbelief.
You ran to your father's arm, hugging him and making him have to take a few steps backwards to not fall. Hopper smiled, his eyes also with tears. His big arms wrapped you up as his head rested on top of yours when you suddenly pushed him away. "Are you–? Is this–?" You squeezed his cheeks and ran your hands down his arms, Hopper nodded, the big smile never leaving his lips as he went to kiss your forehead. You were still in denial, eyes wide open and quickened breathing. You've dreamed so many times of being in between your dad's arms again that you needed to feel the warmth of his body and his arms around you to believe it. When Jonathan called the gym asking for you to get on the phone, you couldn't believe what you were hearing from him, resulting in you almost insulting your brother and hanging up the phone. But Jonathan wasn't a man of jokes. You didn't see Joyce coming out of the cabin to go and hug Steve because you were so lost sobbing in your dad's arms.
Steve couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing. He understood at that moment why you were in such a hurry. Joyce came out of the house after Hopper and went immediately to hug him. Steve hugged the woman back, they could not hide how happy they were to see each other again. The last time they did, you were also a sobbing mess, not ready to leave for California, not ready to accept that your dad was gone, and not ready to separate from Steve.
"It's okay, baby. It's fine." Hopper made you separate from him to wipe your tears using his thumbs. "No! It's not okay, I thought– I thought you– I thought I lost you." You smacked his arms, hot tears still rolling down your cheeks. You went through a whole grief during these last eight months, thinking you'd never see him again, thinking he was gone forever. Out of Joyce and El, you were the most hopeless. "I thought I lost you too, baby." Hopper confessed, pulling you into another hug as you sobbed uncontrollably against his chest again. "But we are together again, and this time I'm not leaving." He let you hide in his arms for a couple of seconds more, caressing your back and kissing your head until you came down. Then, he cupped both of your cheeks and wiped your tears once more.
"You promise?"
Hopper nodded. You noticed his glossy eyes were focusing on someone else behind you so you turned to find who it was.
"Thank you, thank you so much." You went to hug Joyce, the woman hugging you back tightly and caressing your back. "There's nothing to thank, sweetheart."
"It's good to see you." Steve confessed, and Hopper showed him a little smile. Should Steve shake his hand? Should he–? It was too late because Hopper already pulled him into a hug. "Thank you for taking care of her." Steve hugged him as well as your dad patted your boyfriend's back. He shook his head. "I'd do it all again."
Hopper raised his eyebrows. "You mean, the part where I die too?"
"No! I–" Jim bursted out laughing. Steve did too out of nervousness, thinking that he had already screwed up. Their relationship before all the russian thing happened wasn't the best and you had not yet formalized your relationship at that time, but he caught you and Steve kissing once and that was when your dad didn't want to have anything to do with your boyfriend even before he was your boyfriend. Avoiding Steve when he was home, the door open three inches thing and only talking to him when it was strictly necessary. But he never hated Steve, he was just scared of you getting hurt. It was so comforting to see them hugging.
Steve threw one of his arms over your shoulder and pulled you closer to kiss your forehead, you closed your eyes and snuggled into the side of his body.
"Have you something to tell me?" Hopper looked at Steve by your side. You arched your eyebrows. "Have you something to tell me?" You pointed with your head at how your dad's arm hugged Joyce's waist, making the woman you were not afraid to call mom blush.
You realized that the rest of your friends were looking at the scene from the porch of the house with big smiles on their faces, especially El who did not waste a second more to approach you along with Jonathan and Will. You hugged the girl against your body while Steve hugged you. As you tried to relax, enjoying Steve's arm around you and getting your sister closer to you with your arm over her shoulders if possible, you noticed your dad's weight loss, not wanting to point it out because you could imagine the hell he had gone through. His mustache was also gone, so no more tickles in the good night kisses. And he was wearing a cap. Wow. A cap? You swore it was the first time in your whole life you saw him wearing a cap, and when he took it off, your mouth hung open. "Wow! Is this some type of Hopper family haircut? Should I go bald too?" Your hand went to ruffle El's shorthair and you all laughed.
This was your we. Two brothers that came out of nowhere but you loved as if you shared blood with them. A loving mom who loved you and took care of you as if you came out of her womb. The best boyfriend in the entire world who was everything you ever asked for. Your sister with whom you shared a feeling of mutual admiration for each other. And of course, your dad, that above everyone else, was your person.
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Don’t take too long
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Steve Harrington x female!Reader
Summary: Reader is moving with the Byers to California after losing her dad, Jim Hopper. It hurts to say goodbye to her home, but it hurts ten times more having to say goodbye to Steve
Warnings: mentions of losing a parent, swearing
(y/n) wiped a stubborn tear only for another to fall from her other eye, as she finished reading the letter in El’s hands while holding the sobbing girl in her arms. She didn’t know what was more painful: reading words of unplanned farewell from her dead father, feeling El cry even harder from reading those words, or the fact that her father was dead. The only thing (y/n) knew was that it hurt. So fucking bad.
She kissed El on the head and left her room to finish packing her own stuff, but not before taking one last look at the little girl that she was quick to call her sister not long after Hopper had taken her in. She smiled, remembering the constant banter between the two, and how the chief would lose his cool trying to be all authoritative only to be paid with a slamming door. That same smile turned into a sad one, knowing El had lost one of the only people who had ever shown her what love was, paternal, family love, and that thought brought another set of tears to (y/n)’s eyes, but before they could fall, she turned around to finally leave the room.
(y/n) crossed paths with Joyce, who even fighting her own tears still smiled tenderly at the Hopper girl.
“How’re you feeling?” the woman asked, squeezing her arm.
“Okay. As okay as I can be.”
“Anything you need,” Joyce cleaned the wetness under her eyes, “anything, I’m here.”
(y/n) could only nod and use the curve of her lips as an appreciative sign.
It was decided that (y/n) would be moving with the Byers, along with El, to California. There was a lot of insisting from Joyce until the girl was finally convinced, and one of the factors that helped in that decision were the constant nightmares paying (y/n) a visit every night and she was certain it was because of the empty Hopper household. She was aware that it was her mind that needed a new start and it would follow her wherever she went, but she wanted to hold onto every little last bit of hope. The other was El, and there wasn’t much explanation on that except the fact the girls had developed a deep emotional connection between them and the idea of being apart was almost as bad as (y/n)’s nightmares. And then, there was the other side of the coin, and in there was carved the picture of the boy helping carrying boxes outside. Steve Harrington, the reason it took so long for (y/n) to make a decision about moving to the other side of the country, mostly because there were some feelings to be discussed after the crazy and rather traumatizing events that happened in Hawkins. (y/n) couldn’t take the image of Steve’s beaten up face out of her head, and the fear, panic and frustration of witnessing what those Russian bastards had done to him still haunted her. The need to take care of him never died down after she patched his face the best she could and (y/n) wished the words and lingering looks they shared in the mall’s restroom would’ve happened in different circumstances. She wasn’t even sure if Steve remembered any of it, or if it was just the effects of whatever drugs he was given or just exhaustion.
Said reason made his way back inside, crossed paths with the sea of boxes around the living room and smiled when he saw his best friend appear from the corridor at the same time as him. Steve let his concern show in his features at the slight redness in (y/n)’s eyes. She didn’t have to ask and he didn’t need to offer, anyone watching them could tell how natural it was for them to get lost in each other, whether it was in a silly conversation about a stupid topic or in a hug longer and tighter than an average friendship would allow. But neither (y/n) nor Steve cared, they were about to say goodbye to each other and only the change of those plans, that wouldn’t happen, would make it hurt a bit less, so they wanted to savor every remaining second they had together.
(y/n) let out a deep sigh as her muscles relaxed when engulfed in Steve’s arms, and the way her head rested on his chest made her relive all the nights the boy spent with her as she cried her soul out. Steve would hold (y/n) tight against him, whisper words of consolation and ask her if she remembered a certain moment from high school to hopefully distract her distressed mind. He would smile at her broken laughs between sobs and kiss her forehead every time she gripped his sweater a bit tighter looking for security. He would be there for her any time of the day, no matter what he was doing, and in those three months Steve felt accomplished to see the bubbly energy of his best friend slowly come back to life but his heart sank back down when (y/n) told him about California. He knew she deserved a new beginning, a new chance to be happy again in a new reality, but was it selfish to wish to be a part of it? To wish she could build that reality with him? To wish he could be brave, more than ever before, and tell her how he felt, not to make her stay, but at least to feel reassured that there wasn’t unfinished business between them and not lose his chances of losing her to someone else for good.
The tender moment got broken by the echoing sound of Lucas and Max’s voices singing in sync coming from the living room and Steve only let go of (y/n) when her giggles turned into laughter that quickly influenced his own and they couldn’t hold themselves together anymore. Both had Dustin’s annoyed face painted in their brains and the younger couple’s teasing was too good to ignore, but what truly made Steve happy and seeing his girl smile genuinely again.
“Should we go save the poor Henderson?”
“Or join the dark side and outsing Lucas' excruciatingly out of tune voice?”
“No, yeah, that sounds better, I’d love to hear you sing.”
Steve hardly kissed (y/n)’s forehead with his lips pushed back into a smile and led her to the living room with his arm around her shoulders.
After a few minutes of distraction, teasing and play fighting with the kids, there wasn’t much left to pack and carry to the moving truck outside, and the gloomy atmosphere from earlier returned to stand over (y/n)’s head as she watched her sister hug her friends goodbye, something she was dreading to do. But it didn’t take long until it was her turn and she felt it in her stomach when the rough skin of her best friend’s hand touched her palm to lace their fingers.
“So,” (y/n) started, still waiting to get the courage to look into Steve’s sad eyes, “I guess this is it, huh?”
The boy chuckled but there wasn’t any amusement in the sound. He was dreading that moment just as much as her.
“What am I supposed to do while you're gone?” he asked, in the same tone as when a teenager is told to do something by their mom and they whine with a do I really have to?
“What do you usually do when I'm gone?” (y/n) smiled at his pout and finally allowed her eyes to meet his.
“Wait for you to come back.”
At that statement, her brain was keeping her heart from calling the shots and making her lounge herself at Steve to kiss him, because how is someone supposed to behave after being told something like that? Especially coming from the person she was going to miss the most.
(y/n) didn’t know about the urge to kiss her best friend but she was certain about one of those tight hugs that makes times stop, makes her want to save every detail of how Steve’s arms wrap around her waist and his nose tickles her neck, something she usually would complain about but when it’s him, she doesn’t care because it only sets her skin on fire and tickles her heart instead. And that’s how they found each other again, super-glued together, almost unable to set themselves free. Not that they wanted to anyway.
“Then I’ll come back, Harrington.”
Steve tightened his grip on (y/n) after those words. The moment to say goodbye was so, so close and all he wanted to do was run away with her or go back in time and be quicker to find a solution so she didn’t have to leave. He meant it when he asked what he was supposed to do with his best friend gone and his brain was empty of answers.
The boy moved his hand up to hold the back of her head, gently but needy, and kissed her temple longingly, as if he also wanted to save a bit of the taste of her skin. (y/n) was sure she was blocking Steve’s breathing with how tight she was clinging to his neck. It was a messy hug, the kind that you can’t tell which arm belongs to who, but they didn’t care, they just wanted to stay close and close wasn’t close enough.
“Just don’t take too long, okay?” Steve sniffed, not really bothered to keep himself from crying anymore, “I can’t take care of all these kids and Robin by myself.”
(y/n) laughed, a bittersweet contrast to her tears that made what felt like the forty seventh appearance that day.
“I won’t.” (y/n) promised, moving an inch to kiss Steve on the cheek.
The salty taste on her lips surprised her and she held his face in her hands to take a longing look at his stained skin. She brushed the transparent trails off with her thumb with an extra move to caress and savor his features. As she did that, Steve couldn’t take his eyes off her lips. They were so there, he just had to lean forward that damn inch separating them and he could finally say what he wanted to say and without using words. Steve just wanted to fucking kiss her and the way (y/n) was now looking at his lips too was driving him to insanity.
Done wasting time, the boy lifted (y/n)’s chin up, looked her in the eyes as if searching for an unspoken permission, and kissed her. The first touch of their mouths was messy, uncalculated and desperate. But they were desperate, the way they were clinging to each other made that clear and now that they had finally popped the balloon filled with tension it would be hard for one to let go of the other.
Steve moved the hand that was holding (y/n)’s chin back to the back of her neck so he could kiss her properly. Slower, deeper. The girl’s hand that still remained covering Steve’s tear stained cheeks slid to the back of his head and gave his hair a pleasurable tug. The unexpected gesture made the boy gasp slightly and (y/n) took the chance to deepen the kiss and touch his bottom lip with the tip of her tongue.
In the background, Jonathan closed the truck and moved to stand next to Nancy, who was observing her two friends, shamelessly making out on the porch, with a proud smile on her face. Jonathan couldn’t hide the surprise in his eyes, not that it was news to anyone that (y/n) and Steve were bound to get together sooner or later, their obvious chemistry said so, he just didn’t expect to actually witness the two indulging in it, and in front of everyone.
“Should we tell them that there are kids around?”
Nancy giggled and shook her head.
“The kids can handle it.” she gestured with her head to the new couple, “Let them have their moment, I can only imagine how hard this must be for them.”
Jonathan agreed and made his way to the front of the truck, Nancy following him to say her last goodbye.
Annoyingly out of breath, Steve and (y/n) broke their mouths apart but maintained their faces close with their foreheads resting against one another. Steve smiled widely, (y/n) bit her lip, both with their eyes still closed and eager to kiss again. The boy relocated his hands to cradle her face, in his head, he wanted to make sure she was real, that the moment they just shared was real, and not just one of many of his fantasies being played in his mind. (y/n) opened her eyes and it didn’t take long until Steve was staring back at her.
She leaned forward with the intention of kissing her best friend, or whatever he was now, again, but was interrupted by an impatient honk of the truck.
“Sorry guys,” Joyce walked up to them and looked at (y/n) sympathetically, “time to go, honey.”
(y/n) nodded with a smile and turned to Steve one last time.
“I’ll call you when we get there?”
“Yeah.”
Fighting another set of tears already formed in her eyes, (y/n) kissed his cheek and untangled herself from the arms she grew to be so accustomed to and followed Joyce to the truck. It was agonizing to step away from him not knowing when she would be able to see him again. To hold him, kiss him. To make him hers. It was something they ended up not talking about but if that kiss did one thing was assure both of them that they had belonged to each other for quite some time and there was no intention of moving on.
Steve would wait for (y/n), he knew she would come back, she promised so, he just hoped it wouldn’t take long.
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Should I make a part 2?
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Guilty
Andy sees you out unexpectedly and takes you by surprise
Pairing: Alpha!Andy Barber x f!reader
Word count: 3.3k
Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, a/b/o dymanics/omegaverse, minor stalking, oral sex (m receiving), p in v unprotected sex, fluff, and a hint of feelings 👀
Author's note: it is here!! A sequel to Ate My Heart with our beloved alpha and sassy omega reader, however this can be read standalone! I'm truly in love with these two and have more in mind for them. Let me know what you think! Comments and reblogs are highly encouraged and help motivate me to write more. Beta'd by the amazing @mjolnir-steve - thank you for letting me bounce a million idea off of you and adding in all of the commas 🤣
Andy threw back his head with laughter, clutching his chest as he tried to catch his breath from one of his coworker’s jokes. Everyone at the firm tried to go out once every quarter to forget about work and just be people together. The table was full of jubilant betas and alphas as they had finished their meals and were onto their second or third drinks. Andy sat back in his chair, swirling the whiskey in his glass and listening to the chatter when someone brushed by his seat. He froze. That scent. Your scent. What were you doing here? He watched as you hurriedly made your way over to a small table where a man was already seated. His brow furrowed as the man stood and pulled the chair out for you, anger beginning to simmer in his chest as he watched you smile at the beta. What were you doing with him?
It had only been a week or so since he had last seen you, had you sobbing on his knot. You had slept together numerous times since you first met. Sure, regularly hooking up didn’t mean you were exclusive, but he really meant what he said about you not being with betas anymore. Or other alphas. Or anyone else for that matter. He thought you knew he meant it, too. He clenched his jaw and pulled out his phone, quickly firing off a text.
Andy 😈: Hey beautiful, what are you up to?
His eyes remained on you, waiting to see when you would read his message. You appeared to be in deep conversation with the man across the table from you, only stopping when the server arrived with your drinks. He watched as you thanked the server and took a sip from your glass, watched the movement of your throat as you swallowed it. His mouth watered. After what felt like an eternity of Andy shifting his focus between the casual conversation with his colleagues and you engaged with the man, he saw you finally picked your phone up. A smirk pulled at his lips at your wide smile, the faintest hint of brown sugar wafted under his nose in what he recognized as your scent when you were particularly delighted. His phone buzzed a moment later.
'Mega Cutie: Hi handsome ;) Unfortunately I am working. What about you?
He warmly smiled at your reply before his ears perked up to a peal of laughter shared between you and the other man. His fingers gripped his phone tighter. Were you really working? You wouldn’t lie to him, would you? He didn’t like the way the other man was so attentive to you, how he gestured with his hands while speaking and garnering your full attention. He didn’t like you being seen out with someone else.
Andy 😈: Dinner with the firm. No business talk for once.
Andy 😈: Isn't it late for you to be working? I hope the office is quiet. Maybe I'll come visit..
He would never admit it, but he was testing the waters. You weren't at work, but you didn't know he knew that. He grew irritated as you continued to intently watch the man in front of you, still deep in your conversation while you both ate. He narrowed his eyes as you quickly typed a reply, not even picking up your phone off the table.
'Mega Cutie: Yeah, it's really boring. Can't wait to be done.
Andy's nostrils flared at your curt reply. You didn't answer him. What were you doing going out with some beta and lying to him about it? You were his whether you knew it or not yet. He was pulled away from his thoughts when fingers snapped in his face.
"Earth to Barber. You good, man? You look like you're gonna kill someone." His colleagues inquisitively looked at him.
"Sorry, I...Just got a little distracted." Andy cleared his throat and downed the rest of his whiskey. He caught your movement of taking the bill from the server out of the corner of his eye, "Forgot I had plans tomorrow morning so I should probably get going." He pulled his wallet from his jacket and dropped a few bills on the table as he stood. He bid the table good night with a nod and briskly walked to his car.
His fingers drummed on the steering wheel as he watched the front door of the restaurant. After just a few minutes, you exited with the man. Andy narrowed his eyes taking him in. He was about the same height as him, hair slicked back, and heavy stubble. He didn’t think those glasses were doing him any favors, either. His interest was further piqued when you both awkwardly waved as you departed, pleased that he didn’t have to see you hug or, even worse, kiss another man. He watched your hips sway as you made your way to your car, his phone vibrating a moment later.
'Mega Cutie: Finally headed home! How’s dinner going?
He waited a minute before replying, not wanting to seem too desperate.
Andy 😈: It’s good. Wishing you were here to keep my lap warm, though.
His reply instantly warmed your skin, and you decided to wait to reply to him when you got home, planning to send him a naughty picture or two to tease him while he was out. It was always fun to play with him, especially as a way to unwind from your seemingly never ending day of meetings. Your teammates had been making the latest project far more difficult than it needed to be with stupid mistakes. They were supposed to take you out for dinner as a ‘thank you’ for saving their asses while discussing the last part of the presentation, but even then, only sweet Dennis showed up because Mike and Jack bailed at the last minute. The two of you had a decent enough time wrapping up the four-person task that you managed to power through together and talked a little smack about your coworkers at the same time, but you were ready to lie down. Pulling out of the parking lot, you failed to notice the black Audi lingering a few cars behind you.
Andy turned the radio off, focused on your direction. Thankfully, you were staying on main roads so it was easy for him to blend in behind you. His heart thrummed against his ribcage. You had yet to invite him to your place, something about you wanting to keep your space free of "alpha stink" as you so affectionately called it. You always went over to his place by the end of a night together, your scent lingering in soft wisps throughout his rooms now. He licked his lips imagining being fully surrounded by your essence, in your private space, a neediness and longing heating his belly and stiffening his cock. He felt addicted to you at this point and needed you to know how badly he wanted to have your scents constantly mingling together. He would need to scent you all over to get any hit of that beta off of your mind.
You pulled into your designated parking spot and turned your car off, eager to shed your work clothes for yourself and Andy. You paid no attention to the sound of another car pulling in and a person coming up behind you, probably just a neighbor coming in at the same time. You opened the first of the double doors in the entrance, finally looking up to see Andy behind you as you went to hold the door, a soft gasp catching in your throat as the man towered over you.
"Hello, beautiful. Did you have a nice date?" He tried to keep his tone even, not wanting his temper to get the better of him. His nostrils flared as he took your scent in, your usual sweetness off as you also radiated surprise and something else familiar.
"Andy? What the hell are you doing here?" Your brows furrowed as you studied his stoic features. "What are you talking about?"
Anger. The same bitterness that swirled with your regular scent the night he followed you in the club. He knew he shouldn't be here without your invitation, but here he was.
"Don't lie to me, honey. I saw you out with him." He inched closer, walking you against the next door, "I thought I fucked you good enough to not think about anyone else. He did look a little like me so I'll give you that much."
You bit your bottom lip, staring up at the alpha while deciding what to say. At this point you weren’t sure if you should be angry or laugh, "A few things first, Barber. One, I wasn't on a date." You stepped closer to him, "Two, you shouldn't have followed me home." Inching closer, you narrowed your eyes at him, your chests now touching. "And three, it's a little cute when you're jealous."
Andy's eyes widened briefly, no one had ever called him cute before. He quickly set his jaw and looked down at your smirk, his face and neck heating up at being defied and called out. He leaned down, barely brushing your nose with his, “Oh, I’ll show you cute, ‘mega. Show you what cute sounds you’re going to make when you’re explaining to me what you were doing tonight.”
You tilted your head up, brushing your lips against his for a moment before turning away and unlocking the door to the lobby. “You sound like you’re going to punish me.” You push the door open and peer over your shoulder at him, “When it should really be you, don’t you think? Showing up unannounced and making wild accusations.” You nod your head toward the elevator, wordlessly inviting him in. “How do you plead, Mr. Barber?”
Andy was on you the second his last name fell from your lips, pushing you inside the open elevator doors with his massive body and caging you to the wall with arms on either side of your head. He watched you for a moment, that devious little smirk still holding strong despite the size of your pupils and the honeyed musk of your arousal starting to reach his nose. “Guilty, beautiful.” He grinned down at you, “Guilty of hating to see you out with someone else.” He bumped your cheek with his nose, “Guilty of coming here uninvited.” His breath warmed your neck as his lips skimmed the shell of your ear, “Guilty of wanting you all to myself.”
You did nothing to hide the soft moan his words drew from you. It was a powerful feeling, knowing the alpha wanted you so badly. His admission surprised you, but you were enjoying every second of it. “Thank you for your honesty.” You slipped out from between his arms to push the button for your floor, “But you’re still getting punished for the second count.”
“Well, what’s my sentence?” Andy slid his hands over your hips, much like he did the first night he touched you on the dance floor.
“That is for me to know,” You pushed your hips back, pride swelling in your chest at the feel of his erection against your ass, “And for you to find out.”
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“Fuck, ‘mega.” Andy's head dropped back as you swallowed around his cock, your throat so wet and inviting. He looked down, watching your cheeks hollow as you repeatedly bobbed your mouth up and down his length, the mix of your saliva and his precum making the fingers you had wrapped around his base glisten. You looked so perfect, your eyes shining up at him under the dim glow of the lights in your bedroom. His fingers twitched, aching to push themselves into your hair and guide your motion, but he remembered what you mumbled into his mouth as you entered your apartment:
“Don’t touch me until I say so. If you do, you have to leave…”
You hummed as you took Andy down your throat again, your tongue reaching for his balls the best it could. Satisfaction and arousal surged through you as he dropped from standing to sitting on the edge of your bed, a slight shake to his legs as you continued to drive him closer to his peak. You loved the way he was staring down at you, slightly slack-jawed. This was the third time you had felt his balls tighten and you released him with a pop, letting him catch his breath for a moment before taking all of him in your mouth again.
“You’re driving me crazy,” Andy growled, fighting the urge to buck his hips up into your mouth. You kept bringing him so close, then taking it away from him. Still lost in your delicious torment, he failed to notice you stand up for a moment, taken by surprise when you shoved his chest to move him further back on the bed. He continued sitting up after he had swung his legs onto the bed, his breath ragged as he watched you climb up beside him.
“Down, boy.” You pushed on his chest again until he laid down. He wasn’t used to taking direction, and the uncertainty on his face made you feel like you were on fire. You peppered kisses and nips across his chest as you swung a leg over his torso, your dripping core sitting just above his belly. You dipped your head down to kiss him, your tongue swirling with his as you slowly dragged your pussy up and down the hardness sandwiched between you two. “Remember, no touching until I say…” Your voice was deeper with desire but teasingly sing-songy nonetheless. Propping yourself up with one hand on his pec, you reach back with your other to lift his cock off his belly and line it up with your entrance. A high whine from you and a low moan from Andy blended together as you slowly sunk yourself down on him, a primal itch of yours getting scratched at feeling so full.
“Fuck, ‘mega. Look at you taking me like that. Your pussy looks so good getting filled up.” Andy watched in awe as you took more and more of him, his fingers curling into the sheets to keep them from settling on your hips. The way your body was still arched put all of you on display for his hungry eyes. Typically Andy liked to be in charge, taking the lead and calling the shots, but something felt so right about your fingers digging into his chest, holding him down. This was the first time you had ridden him and he was sure this was not going to be the last. He pulled his eyes away from your torso and was struck by the way you were staring down at him, your eyes dark and concentration knitting your brows.
You rocked your hips slowly at first, allowing both of you to adjust to each other, but now you had settled into a filthy grind. The way Andy was looking up at you was simply sinful and you could feel your wetness coating your inner thighs and his balls. Your nails left marks on his skin as you started to change the pace, picking your hips up until just his tip sat in you before quickly sitting yourself back down again, earning moans from both of you. “You like that, alpha? Like me using you to fuck myself? It feels so good. You feel so good.” You avoided calling him by his designation, only ever teasing, but this was different and felt so right.
Hearing you call him ‘alpha” sent a jolt down Andy’s spine that went right to his cock. He growled and throbbed inside you, thinking about claiming you for his own. He opened and closed his fists in the sheets, wanting so badly to touch you and feel you on top of him, but he was trying to behave.
Andy's actions didn’t go unnoticed and you lowly chuckled as another moan poured from you. “Are you getting desperate to touch me? I’ll let you soon, I promise.” You lowered your head to nip at the shell of his ear, “But I do like being in charge of you.” You sat up again and started to bounce yourself on his cock, your head dropping back at the sensation of being perfectly filled repeatedly. You were playing with a lot of fire and you were enjoying it thoroughly. You reveled in having such a strong alpha who could easily flip you and take charge under your body, following your silly little rule that ended up punishing you both. You craved feeling his warm hands all over your skin. “Go ahead, Andy. Please touch me.”
In an instant, Andy was running his hands all over you, feeling your soft skin beneath his palms and fingertips. He loved seeing the way his touch made you further come alive, a greater desire seeming to burn in your eyes. He gripped your hip with one hand, now allowing himself to plant his feet on the bed and thrust up into you, and let his other hand slide up your body to cup the back of your neck, his thumb grazing your scent gland. The way your head instinctively rolled back to bear your neck to him made a low growl rumble in his chest. He wouldn’t mark you without your permission, but damn, was it tempting. He gently pulled you down to him, placing a sloppy kiss to your lips and trailing more down your jaw and neck, eventually laving his tongue all over your gland. He shushed your whine of protest, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into your neck as he lapped at your skin and sucked marks all around the spot you wanted most.
You cried out as you felt his mouth graze over where your hindbrain so desperately wanted him to bite down, your pussy clenching down on him, causing you to let out another whine while Andy continued to pound into you. His teasing had brought you so close, your breath was ragged as you slammed your hips down against his. “So good. My alpha knows how to make me feel so good.” Two more thrusts from Andy and you were coming, pulsing around him as you frantically ground down onto him.
You may not have registered the slip of your tongue, but Andy did and it took everything for him to see you through your orgasm and not come on the spot. He loved watching you come apart - your eyes rolling back, your lashes fluttering as your eyelids became droopy, the gentle ‘o’ your mouth made as your chest heaved. He wanted to see it over and over again. “‘Mega, you’re perfect for me. Oh, fuck, I-” Andy’s knot caught on your still quivering entrance and he gripped your hips tightly as he spilled inside of you, earning him watching you keen from the sensation before you collapsed on his chest.
Andy woke with the slightest start, realizing you were still on top of him. You both must have dozed off. He gently smoothed his hand over your hair on the back of your head, cradling you to him. He could get used to this, more than a few nights a week. Your soft exhales across his skin made his chest tighten in the best way possible. His knot had gone down so he slipped out of you, chuckling as you whined and stirred above him. "All tuckered out from playing with your alpha, hm?"
You lifted your head and grinned at him. "Yes, but there's nothing more I'd rather be doing." You wiggled your hips and threw him a playful wink, already missing the feeling of him inside you. Your heart pounded in your chest as you intentionally didn't correct him and the smile that spread across Andy's face told you he noticed. "A perfect way to end the night after dinner with one of my teammates."
Andy's eyes widened at your words, realization hitting him and his cheeks turned pink. You weren't on a date after all.
You giggled at the look on his face and you kissed his nose, "Maybe I should do it more often just to rile you up."
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The most magical time of the year
Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Masterlist | Library Blog
Summary: While you and your wife prepare for yet another Christmas, you have no idea she has a surprise in mind.
Warnings: exceeding the limits of fluff and cliché, a slightly suggestive conversation, nausea, vomiting
Pronouns: not used || Word count: 2.550
Okay this is the ultimate fluff and I am SOBBING!!! Hope you guys like it as much as I did.
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It's impossible to be happier than you are right now.
Arranging the last details of the decorations to welcome your friends tomorrow for Christmas, you hum along to a Christmas song your wife had put on a few hours ago.
You smile at the thought of her.
Wanda Maximoff is the girl of your dreams. She was when you first met and still is even years later. You love her immensely, and just when you think you can't love her any more, she proves you wrong. You were nothing but lucky that she felt the same way about you.
Missing the redhead, even though you saw her fifteen minutes ago, you finish positioning the nutcrackers over the fireplace and walk to the stairs leading to the second floor.
"Do you need a hand there, sweetheart?" You offer sweetly, watching Wanda position the various pictures on the banister and smiling at the decoration she has thoroughly prepared.
"No, it's okay." The redhead replies, casting a graceful smile in your direction before returning to adjusting the last photograph. "I'm done actually."
"What do you think?" She asks then, taking a few steps back, placing herself next to you as she watches the decoration she has made, her thumb being nibbled in that adorable way she always does when she's pensive.
"I think you're the best staircase designer I've ever seen." You reply, wrapping your arm around her waist, and the redhead smiles, taking your face gently between her hands and bringing your lips together softly.
You smile against the kiss, and when it's over, you turn your gaze to the photographs, smiling when one in particular catches your eye.
"Wow, I didn't even remember this one." You comment, a nostalgic smile on your lips as you admire the photo. In it, you and Wanda smile widely, her shoulder naturally resting against yours as you sit on the university lawn.
You remember that day as if it were today. Peter Parker, your friend and freshman at the time, had just bought a camera and used the opportunity to take pictures of absolutely everything and everyone.
"I know, right?" Wanda agrees, coming closer to you, her arms wrapping around your waist immediately afterward. "I found it lying around, it's been so long."
"It sure has." You respond humorously, slipping your arm around her shoulder as your eyes remain on the photo. "Look at us all young and cheerful."
"We're still young and cheerful." The redhead argues, looking at you amusedly, but you grimace. "Speak for yourself, now I'm old and cranky."
"That's not true, but I'll still love you when you're old and cranky." She says sweetly, her eyes shining into yours, and you feel your heart warming immediately.
"That's good, I was counting on it when I asked you to marry me." You joke and receive a roll of her eyes in response, a pat being laid on your belly as Wanda pulls away.
You chuckle, and checking the time on your wristwatch, you say, "shall we go? I've arranged it with Steve at 10:30."
"Sure, honey, I'll just grab my coat," Wanda replies, walking up the stairs toward your shared room. Like magnets, your eyes follow the silhouettes of her body, the curves that you had no trouble at all appreciating.
It's only when Wanda clears her throat that you notice you were staring, and you raise your eyes to hers with a satisfied smile.
"I saw that." She testifies, her voice carrying a mixture of amusement and enjoyment, and you smirk. "Can you blame me?"
In response, the redhead bites her lower lip. As her cheeks take on an intense shade of pink, Wanda shakes her head in amused disapproval, returning her path to your room.
It doesn't take long for her to return after that, and when Wanda comes down again, you leave the house hand in hand.
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Brunch with Steve and Bucky is quite enjoyable, as is the rest of the day.
In the evening, you and Wanda decide to order pizza for dinner and you watch one of the sitcoms she loves so much, her body snuggled comfortably against yours as the pizza box rests empty on the coffee table.
You play with strands of her hair while the redhead absentmindedly caresses the side of your body with her fingers.
As yet another episode ends, you check the time on your cell phone and notice that it's getting late.
"Should we go to bed?" You suggest, looking down at Wanda, and the woman raises her beautiful green eyes to you. "That depends, will you carry me?"
"And why would I do that?" you retort, an amused giggle escaping your lips as you do so.
"Because you love me immensely and I'm asking nicely?" she replies, a pout accompanying the adorable tone of her voice, and you smile broadly before kissing it off.
"Okay, I'm convinced." You answer finally, and Wanda chuckles.
Before you can get up, however, Wanda throws one leg over you, straddling your lap and bringing her hands to your neck.
"Oh." You let out in surprise, your hands finding her waist instinctively though. The next moment she is kissing you again, slowly but sensually, and you sigh heavily.
"What are you doing?" You ask breathlessly when the kiss is over, and you swallow dryly at your wife's dilated pupils.
"Just an encouragement for you to get us to bed soon." She says suggestively, her tone of voice huskier than usual.
You smile as you get up from the couch, and before you even reach the second floor, her mouth is already on yours again.
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In the middle of the night, you wake up groggily and slowly. But when you hear noises coming from the bathroom, you jolt awake.
"Hey, babe, are you okay?" you ask worriedly, the figure of your wife sitting in front of the toilet waking you up immediately.
"I don't think I should've eaten that pizza." She answers humorously, but her pale face and tone of voice give away her sickness. The next moment, she is vomiting again.
"I ate the pizza too and I'm not feeling anything," you argue, rushing to hold her hair, your fingers drawing small circles on her back.
When she is finished, Wanda makes mention of getting up, and you offer support for her to do so. "Are you sure you're okay, my love?" You ask, each of your features outlining your concern.
"I'm fine, baby, it's just a stupid nausea." She assures, a weak smile sent in your direction intending to reassure you, but which doesn't have much effect. "Do you want some water? Some weak tea?"
"Water is fine, honey." She says, patting your shoulder indicating for you to step away, and you nod as you do so. "I'll be right back."
You walk down the stairs as fast as you can and return with a glass of ice water to your room. When you reach the bathroom again, Wanda is finishing brushing her teeth.
"Here, let me help you." You offer as she makes mention of stepping away from the sink, and the redhead laughs softly as you guide her to the bed. As your wife sits on the bed, you hand the glass to her. "There you go."
"Thank you, baby." She says as she picks up the item, taking it to her mouth and taking a small sip. You watch her with concern, searching her face for any sign of discomfort whatsoever.
"Can you please stop looking at me like I'm dying," Wanda says with amusement, placing the glass on the bedside table as she smiles at you, "I just threw up."
"This is serious, honey, you could've fainted." You comment, your expression being a complete contrast to her amused one. "You're too dramatic."
"And you're too stubborn." You promptly retort and receive a playful smile in response.
Wanda taps the mattress next to her then, and you press your lips together in concern as you return to your place next to her. As soon as you sit down, the redhead snuggles into your side, pulling you down.
"Can you go back to sleep?" you ask as you lie down, your arms wrapping around your wife's body. "I can."
"Okay... Wake me up if you feel anything else, okay?" you ask, still worried, and Wanda just hums in confirmation, her eyes already closed.
You keep an eye out for any sign of discomfort she might show, worried about the redhead's sudden sickness.
Even after Wanda sleeps, you take a moment to do so as well.
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Things are normal the next morning.
As soon as you wake up you start asking how Wanda is doing or if she's feeling anything strange, and the redhead kisses you until you forget about it.
The day goes on quietly, like all the others, and before you know it, the doorbell is going off.
As Wanda finishes arranging the appetizers on the coffee table for what should be the fifth time, you head for the door and smile as you see Steve and Bucky on the other side.
"Y/n! Congratulations!" Steve says as you hug, and you laugh through your nose, looking at him humorously as you step away. "On what, Rogers?"
Busy hugging Bucky as well, you don't notice the way the blond man stutters or the way your wife sends him a warning look, moving her hand energetically for him to stop talking.
"O-on... the decoration, of course! It looks beautiful this year." Steve says when you look at him again, and you smile as you close the door. "Thanks, buddy, but Wanda planned it all, I just obeyed."
"As you should," Wanda responds humorously as she greets the guests, making you laugh softly.
You and Wanda guide Steve and Bucky into the living room then, and you chat to the sound of various Christmas songs playing softly in the background.
It doesn't take long for Natasha and Yelena to arrive, and then Tony and Pepper arrive as well.
"Okay, guys, I have a question for you," Tony says at one point in the evening, a glass of wine in his hand. The others in the group, sitting around the comfortable living room, look at him expectantly. "What do you call an Elf who sings?"
"A wrapper!" You all speak in unison in an unamused tone of voice and then laugh at the goateed man's disappointed face.
"We already know that one, Tony," Natasha says, taking some peanuts to her mouth. "Yeah, you tell it every year," Steve adds and you hum in agreement.
"I don't care, it's great." The dark-haired man says before bringing the glass to his lips and receives a reassuring pat on the leg from his wife.
The conversation goes back to wrap around you and your group of friends after that until you decide to exchange the Secret Santa gifts.
The gifts are sweet and thoughtful, clearly having been chosen with care for the giftee. There are lots of amusing comments as you try to guess who each one is going to gift, and then lots of hugs when the gifts are revealed.
Eventually, you discover that Natasha has drawn Wanda out, and you smile sweetly at your wife's joyful expression when she opens the gift and finds inside a bunch of kitchen utensils that you know nothing about other than that they're Wanda's favorite stuff.
After the redhead thanks her friend for the gift, Nat returns to the couch, and Wanda takes a box from under the tree.
"Okay," Wanda says in a shy singsong voice, the gift held in her hands as she looks at the others around the room. "This gift is for the best person I know."
"Thanks, honey, you didn't have to," Tony says jokingly as he stands up, drawing a few laughs from the group. Steve, who was sitting next to the goateed man, laughs as he pulls him back onto the couch. "Sit down, Stark!"
"As I was saying," Wanda continues, casting a playful pointed look in Tony's direction, who raises his eyebrows in surrender, "being this person's Secret Santa, who I love more than anything in this whole world, was even more special this year because... Well, you'll see."
You grin like an idiot because even without the words you already knew that that person was you, for Wanda speaks it all looking directly at you, her cheeks adoringly tinted pink.
"Get up already, damn it!" Yelena complains, nudging your shoulder, and you giggle as you do so.
You hug Wanda tight as you reach her, and she smiles as she returns the hug.
"I hope you like it, baby." She says softly, and you smile as you take the gift she extends toward you. Depositing a soft kiss on her cheek, you say, "I love it already."
Wanda goes to sit down then and, busy opening the gift, you don't notice the meaningful look she exchanges with Natasha.
You have a huge smile on your lips as you unwrap the gift. When you open the box, however, your expression changes to one of confusion, your heart beginning to beat faster in your chest.
"What's this?" You ask under your breath, your eyes briefly meeting Wanda's before returning to the inside of the box, two pairs of baby shoes inside it.
Silence reigns among the entire group, you in shock and the others in anticipation.
When you look at Wanda again, you notice that she has tears pooling in the corners of her eyes, and your breathing hitches.
"It looks like the family is growing, Y/l/n." It is Steve who breaks the silence, and a huge smile forms on your lips as the realization hits you.
"Are you serious?!" You ask excitedly, looking at Wanda with wide eyes, and the redhead lets out a watery giggle as she nods. You giggle happily as well.
You make your way over to her then, and as soon as the redhead gets up from the couch you wrap your arms around her, squeezing her tightly, and Wanda laughs as she reciprocates with the same intensity.
As you pull away, you have tears in your eyes too as you take your hand to caress your wife's belly.
"We're going to have a baby! Wait, two?!" You correct yourself, remembering that there are in fact two pairs of shoes inside the box. Two beautiful pairs of tiny blue shoes.
"There's no way to know yet, but I have a feeling," Wanda says as she shrugs her shoulders, her hands gently caressing the back of your neck.
"And a mother's intuition is always right," Natasha adds then, causing her friends to giggle. You return your eyes to Wanda.
"Oh my god, this is the best Christmas ever!" You announce excitedly, giving Wanda a long kiss on the cheek, and feeling your heart warm with the happy giggle she gives in response. "I love you so much, darling."
"I love you too, my love," Wanda whispers against your lips before connecting them to hers, and you smile as you happily reciprocate.
Apparently, you were wrong. It is possible to be happier than you were yesterday morning. And all thanks to the woman in your arms.
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#Day 23: My Christmas Valentine (Leigh Shaw x Reader)
And that's it for today! I hope you enjoyed it, thoughts and comments are always welcome ツ
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from three to five?
pairing | stucky x pregnant!reader
summary | reader finds out she’s pregnant and tells the boys but they all get suprised in the end
warnings | pregnancy and indication of smut
a/n | hi my darlings!!!!! i love stucky with all my heart and wrote this bc i thought it would be super cute! i apologize if their are any mistakes about the pregnancy thing and the ultrasound stuff because quite frankly i know absolutely NOTHING about pregnancy except the basic stuff that everyone knows. anyway i hope you enjoyed this as much as i did writing it!! reblogs and feedback is greatly appreciated <3 feel free to send in requests!!
the minute you found out you were pregnant you couldn’t wait to tell your husbands knowing how happy they would be from countless amounts of times they told you they had wanted to have kids especially with you.
after a romantic dinner that wanda and nat had  thoroughly helped you plan you had come back home to the compound eager for your boys to find out the surprise.
as you walked into the living room wanda and nat were sitting their talking
“ah your back! so how was the date!” wanda said when she noticed your presence
“it was great! we’re gonna call it a night. we’ll see you ladies in the morning.” steve said as he grabbed three water bottles from the fridge and waved to the girls
“good to hear! good night..” nat said winking at you when the boys had turned their backs to them confirming it was all set
“god my feet are killing me!” you said as you took your shoes off and continued walking down the hall to your bedroom
“yeah? change out of that dress and me and stevie will run you a bath alright doll?” bucky said placing his hand on your back as steve was twisting the handle on the door
“okay buck” you said smiling knowing that probably wasn’t going to happen
as steve flicked the light switch on his foot steps came to a halt causing bucky to bump into him
“hey wh-” bucky said before realizing why steve had stopped
their was a bunch of blue and pink balloons scattered around the room, two pregnancies tests lying on the bed with a poster board that said ‘barnes-rogers baby coming soon…’ on it
as the boys turned back to look at you to confirm if what they were seeing was a dream or not it was immediately confirmed when they saw the wide smile on your face
“suprise!!”
after neither of them said anything for a minute or two you turned to walk in front of them
“hey is something wrong?” you said as your mind was racing with scenarios in which they weren’t happy that you were pregnant
as you were about to say something else both boys wrapped their arms around you and you swore you’d never felt more safe
“nothings wrong sweetheart nothing at all. it’s just we’ve dreamed of this day for so long and we can’t believe it’s actually happening.” bucky said as you felt a warm tear hit your face from his
“we love you doll so so much, and we can’t wait to raise a baby with you.”
“yeah?” you said pulling away from the hug to look at them with red noses and tear stained eyes
“yeah” they said in sync just admiring you
it didn’t last long until you were all attacking eachother like hungry animals
the next morning you woke up with two super soldiers on top of you one with his hand on your stomach and one with his hand on your boob
you couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight
as you tried slipping from beneath them to start to get ready you were stopped when weight was pressed on too you and multiple pleas were heard
“doll where are you going? it’s too early stay in bed” steve said as he nuzzled his head into your neck
“stevie we have to get ready.” you said stroking his hair through your fingers still a knotted mess from last night
“ready for what?”he said as you felt his eyebrows knit against your neck
“i have a ultrasound appointment scheduled for today.” you said knowing that would wake the both of them up
and it did like two children on christmas morning
“i’ve got breakfast!” bucky said as he kissed you on the cheek and slipped on some joggers to exit the room
“i’ll start getting ready.” steve said as he ran to the bathroom leaving you their giddy at the idea of your boys being this excited for your tiny human that wasn’t even born yet. imagining what they’d be like when it was born.
it took about two hours for you all to be ready and out of the house with a few arguments on why you shouldn’t drive and they should you ended up winning because they had no idea where the doctors office you went to was.
after about a 20 minute drive you had arrived at the doctors office checking in you all sat in the waiting room until your name was called. as you watched bucky and steve’s face all you could see was nervousness in their eyes as they looked around at all the pregnant moms and how different they all looked. some were earlier on in their trimester some were at the very end.
“you okay?” you asked them placing a hand on each of their knees
“hm yeah yeah we’re good! doing fine doll.” bucky said steve nodding in agreement
“alright we’ll their about to call my name so i wanna make sure your alright to head in their…” you said with a grin on your face
“we’re fine just a little nervous!”steve said kissing your cheek
after 5 minutes had past of you and the boys talking about baby names and you repeatedly telling them the baby would not be named ‘buckeve’ which was a name they had made up between a combination of their names your name had finally been called
“y/n?”
in usion your heads all turned to the voice and stood up
“it’s nice to see you all! please follow me!” the nurse said
you followed her to the room and listens to the instructions she gave you
“okay so your doctor is with any other patient right now but he should be too much longer so what i’m gonna have you do is sit tight for a few minutes and he’ll come in and set you up okay?”
with a nod of your head and a smile the nurse left telling all you have to enjoy the rest of your day and that she hopes everything goes well.
a knock on the door had halted your conversation with the boys
“come in!” you said
“we’ll hello y/n! how are you doing?” the doctor with the gray hair and winkled face said as he smiled at you
“hi! i’m doing well thank you! these are my husbands james and steve!” you said motioning to the men on the right of you as they waved
“ah well it’s nice to meet you! are you excited to see your baby for the first time?” he said as he started setting up his equipment
“yes very excited! a little nervous though.” steve said placing his hand on the back of your beck a gesture he would do that made you feel protected
“oh well i promise there’s nothing to be nervous about! everything will be just fine. now y/n can you pull your shirt up so i can place this cream on your stomach?” he said
“yeah of course!” you said lifting your shirt
“alright this is gonna be a litte cold just wanna warn you!” he said as he went to place the cream on your stomach
“oh yeah that’s cold!” you said as he placed the cream all over your stomach
“sorry about that! alright let me get this all set up so we can see your baby!” he said grabbing the wand part of the ultrasound machine
as the doctor got the machine working he explained to you what he was gonna be doing so you could somewhat understand what was going on.
“alright let’s see here! welp that’s your baby their on the screen! your very early on so it’s only the size of maybe a pea now but it’ll definitely grow quickly!” he said as tears filled your eyes and the boys both stared at the screen in awe
“hang on a minute..” the doctor said immediately wiping the look of joy on your face and replacing it with worry
“is something wrong sir?” bucky asked concerned
“no no nothings wrong! i just think i might’ve made a miscalculation that’s all.” he said giving any context
“and that miscalculation would be….” you said impatient
“looks like your having twins! congrats!!” he said with a massive smile on his face showing off his perfectly straight and white teeth
“twins??” bucky said in disbelief while you still couldn’t speak in utter shock and feeling like the happiest woman in the world
“oh my god…we’re gonna have twins!!” you said looking back at bucky and steve as the realization hit you.
“i’ll get these printed out and give you guys a bit of privacy. congratulations you three! these kids are so lucky to have you all.” he said as he walked out
you all sat their in shock and pure joy for what seemed to be forever before a noise was finally heard
you turned back to see bucky trying to wipe the tears falling from his eyes
“oh buck c’mere!” you said with open arms
“i’m sorry doll i’m just so happy. i never in my life would’ve thought anything like this would happen to me. this is the happiest day of my life! you both make me so happy! i just love you so much doll so so much.” he said sobbing into your neck
“i love you more bucky. i’m so proud of you.” you said rubbing his back as you mouthed ‘i’m proud of you too stevie’ to steve and he smiled knowing without you even having to tell him
as the day went on all the boys could talk about was your babies. what their names would be,their genders,how you would dress them,what their nursery would look like, just basically anything and everything.
you just admired the pure admiration on the boys faces as they talked about your children and you couldn’t believe how lucky you were.
#stucky ♡#pregnant!reader x stucky#stucky x pregnant reader#stucky x reader#stucky x you#stucky x y/n#stucky fluff#stucky smut#stucky angst#marvel#marvel fanfiction#marvel masterlist
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Semi-Flayed
Steve Harrington x Reader. Season 3 finale spoilers.
The floor was cold, the atmosphere chaotic. The screams of your friends were drowned out by the fireworks and snarls of the mindflayer. Despite the noise, you clearly heard Billy, or the Mindflayer rather, whisper, “Stay still, it will all be over soon," his words sent ice through your veins. You struggled against his grasp, but it was no use. Realizing the imminence of your demise, you felt an overwhelming sadness, not even for yourself, but for Steve Harrington, the first and apparently last love of your life. As the “flaying” began, he was the only thing on your mind. You hoped that he would survive this, that he would get out of Hawkins, that he would be happy. You hoped-
“Y/N!” Steve screamed as he blew his cover to run to your side.
This caught the attention of Eleven, who managed to use her powers to throw Billy away from you. She fell back against Mike. The rest of the kids were still blasting the mind flayer with fireworks. Steve used the opportunity to pick you up and carry you away from the action.
“Y/n? Can you hear me? You gotta wake up okay? I did not survive being tortured by Russians only to have you be flayed before I could even-” his voice broke, and before he could continue, he was rounding the corner to where Dustin was.
“Shit. Is she okay?”
“I don’t know. Billy - the mind flayer- how do we know if she? What if she was?” Steve tried, but his heart couldn’t even handle the idea of you being lost to him.
“She wasn’t flayed.”
“How do you know?” Steve asked reluctant to be relieved.
“The hive mind is activated, she would be awake and trying to kill us if she was,” Dustin explained.
“Then why isn’t she waking up?”
“I don’t know Steve, but we have bigger problems right now,” he said gesturing to the fact that they were almost out of Fireworks.
Steve hesitantly left your side to help the others and watched in absolute shock as Billy sacrificed himself. It was only moments later that the mind flayer collapsed. It was over. Jonathan hugged Nancy, Mike went to Eleven, Lucas held Max as she cried, and both Steve and Dustin turned towards you.
“Y/n wake up!” Steve tried shaking your shoulders. He lowered his head to your chest to hear your heart beating and feel your breathing, “Y/n, c’mon, I need you to wake up,” he tried again, sounding more desperate.
Before he could continue, the FBI came running in and they were all escorted out. Steve barely managed to convince the EMT to let him ride with you. He was stuck in the waiting room for what seemed like forever, shrugging off the nurses who offered to check out his injuries. Dustin, Mike, Nancy, and Jonathon came in, gathering in silence waiting for any news. The worst part for Steve was when your mother showed up, he had never felt more guilty than when he lied to her about what happened.
Eventually, the doctor came out with a flustered look on his face. He asked for your mom, and Steve quickly stood to join them. The doctor protested, but your mom assured him that Steve should come with her.
“So, I don’t know how to tell you this, but as far as we can tell there is nothing physically wrong with your daughter. She is seemingly in a coma with no cause. As such, there is nothing medically we can do other than sustain her condition if you choose to do so,” he then turned to Steve, “Can you run me through what happened again?” Steve managed to recount his story, trying to ignore your mother's sobs. As soon as he finished, he exited the room in shock, he sunk down to the floor, struggling to breathe, replaying the doctor's words over and over again in his head. His chest was filled with immense pain at the thought of losing you.
He sat there a while trying to calm himself down before forcing himself off the wall and back to the waiting room, where Will, Mrs. Byers, and Eleven had joined the others. All eyes went to him expectantly, but with one look at him Dustin said what they were all thinking, “Shit..."
Steve repeated what the doctor had said, Nancy pulled him into a comforting hug. While the others started brainstorming. There was an hour of outrageous theories until finally, Will realized something, “She wasn’t completely flayed, but the process was definitely initiated.”
“Obviously,” Dustin chimed in.
“But what is flaying? It’s like your identity being ripped away from you and replaced with the host mentality,” Will continued.
“So maybe Y/n’s soul or whatever was separated. Nothing medically wrong with her, because that’s not a physical connection” Mike added.
“So in other words, we have to jumpstart the connection again,” Lucas agreed, and then all eyes shifted to El.
“Do you think you could try to find her? Like you did Billy or Heather?” Mike asked.
“I can try,” El nodded.
Dustin walked over to where Steve was laying with his head in Mrs. Byers' lap. She ran her fingers through his hair like she had for her sons so many times, mind wandering to Hopper. Steve looked so broke, like he had given up any hope.
“We need to get into Y/n’s room, we think we know how to fix her,” Dustin announced.
It was like that swiped a switch in Steve, and he popped up at once, “What do you mean?”
Dustin explained everything to Steve and Mrs. Byers, and then again in layman's terms. From there the whole group formed a plan. Mrs. Byers and Nancy would go distract your mom. Dustin, Mike, and Will would distract the nurses. Steve and El would sneak into your room, while Jonathon kept watch. For once, everything went smoothly.
El was searching the cabinets for something to cover her eyes with, and Steve handed her the red ascot from his Scoops uniform. She went to your side and took your hand, instantly being transported into your consciousness.
It was dark, unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Every step she took was echoing, the entire reality was glitching in and out, but there was no sign of you.
“Y/n?” she called out.
The blackness would flash to a scene of you and then back to the nothingness, “Y/n, can you hear me?” El tried again, “I need you to focus on my voice, and I can bring you back. I’ll bring you back home, back to Steve.”
At the mention of Steve, the glitching stopped and El could see you know for the first time, you laid on the ground folded into yourself. You were pale and shaking, looking only a moment away from death. As she got closer she could hear you softly repeating, “Please don't, I'm sorry.” There was no indication that you knew she was there. She touched you lightly on the shoulder, but it didn’t phase you.
“Y/n? We need to get out of here, I need your help,” she tried, again receiving no response. The glitching started again, each time putting more and more distance between the two of you. El knew that you wouldn’t survive it much longer.
In the hospital room, Steve watched as blood trickled down Eleven’s face. He didn’t know why it was taking so long. He tried to get an idea of what was happening through the one-sided conversation that he was hearing, but even that was being drowned out by his fear of losing you, What if this didn’t work? The lights started flickering, the machines in the room going nuts, and then suddenly Eleven called his name, “I need you to talk to her, to bring her back.”
“What does that even mean?”
“Steve, we don't have time, just talk to her!”
“Okay….Uhm...Y/n? It’s Steve. Your boyfriend,” he started, feeling extremely uncomfortable, before his emotions took over. “I’m sorry that I wasn’t there to protect you. I’m here now though, and I need you to come back to me. I need you to wake up, cause you are the best thing that has ever happened to me and I don’t want to lose you. Not now, not ever. Please Y/n. I love you so much, please wake up." As he finished, everything went black, the entire hospital lost power.
In your head, every nightmare you had ever had was playing through your mind. You were cold and afraid, feeling lost beyond anything you have ever felt. Whatever was happening to you it was killing you, you could feel it draining you. A strange numbness started to overtake you. You weren’t giving up, you were running out of fight. Just as you were trying to prepare yourself for whatever would come next, you heard a familiar voice, “Okay….Uhm...Y/n? It’s Steve. Your boyfriend.” Hearing his voice made everything stop. A warmth filled you, and you forced your eyes open, seeing Eleven.
"El?" you asked weakly.
“You’re going to be fine, I’m here,” she reassured, moving towards you and taking your hand.
The next thing you remember was hearing Steve’s voice, “Are you okay?” he asked, you forced your eyes open to see who he was talking to.
“I’ll be fine,” Eleven reassured him, wiping her nose.
“Everything was going crazy in here and then the power went out...Is she okay now?"
Suddenly Eleven’s face lit up, “Why don’t you ask her yourself?”
You had never seen Steve turn around so quickly in his life, a wide smile on his face as he practically dove onto your bed holding you like his life depended on it. “Nice to see you too,” you laughed. God did he love that laugh, and that smile, and you.
“I am so glad that you are okay,” he sighed, allowing himself to relax a little for the first time since he had found out about the Russian code from Dustin.
“Are you okay?” you asked running your finger lightly across his cheek. His eye was swollen and undoubtedly painful. His lip was busted and his nose was also bruised and swollen. In other words, he looked like he got into a fight with his hands tied behind his back.
He put his hand over yours and pulled it down to his chest over his heart as he had done so many times before, “It’s worse than it looks, I promise. I’m just glad you're okay.”
You were going to ask him what happened but were interrupted by the kids coming in excitedly. They were vividly telling you everything that happened after you were “Semi-flayed” as Will had coined it. You listened to every word, happy to know that it was all over. Their commotion gained the attention of the nurse, who proceeded to kick everyone out. Well, everyone but Steve who was practically glued to your side.
She went back to find the doctor and notify your mother, promising to bring back the ice that you requested for Steve’s eye. There were more happy reunions, followed by another round of tests, and finally, you were discharged. Joyce took Will, Jonathan, Dustin, and Lucas home. Nancy took Mike and Eleven back to her house. Your mom went back to your house and you went with Steve to his.
You both were exhausted but found it hard to sleep.
“What happens now?” you asked innocently.
“What do you mean?”
“How do we move forward from this? I mean nothing can ever really be the same can it?”
Steve thought for a moment, “I think we grieve and heal, then we start looking for the little victories again until this is nothing more than a memory.”
You nodded, “I love you, Steve Harrington,” you spoke softly.
You missed the grin that spread across his face before he kissed your forehead, “I love you too.”
You laid like that for a while, it didn’t take Steve long to fall asleep. You thought about what he said. Tomorrow would be hard, and the day after that too, but eventually your life would become some type of normal again. You shifted to look at his face, careful not to wake him. You felt a sense of relief, knowing that as long as the two of you had each other, you could work through the rest.
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𝒆𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆
summary ─ walking away from you had never felt this painful before, bucky realized.
pairing ─ fuckboy!bucky barnes x reader
warnings ─ angst, angst, more angst, crying, conversations, confessions, goodbye scene without the sex in it, happens a couple months after the graduation
a/n ─ so. technically this is the last part, but there will be an epilogue (i’m not sure about this. i might write and post one). until i post an epilogue, accept this as the final part. i'm hoping to write that very soon. after that, we will be done with this series. i hope you like it! @babyboibucky you asked for "more angst" and you're receiving with this part. blame her :d please leave a comment if you like it! thank youuu <333
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Ever since the graduation, life was being really hard on Bucky.
He had been looking for a job and a place for himself for the last five months because he needed money and just couldn’t live with his parents: The house was too crowded, and they were too curious. It hadn’t been easy so far; Bucky had to dodge his mother’s ‘why are you still single’ questions all the while running from one job interview to another as well as meeting with a real estate agent for affordable apartments. He knew he couldn’t rent one until he got a job, but he wanted to cross it off his list.
Sighing, Bucky plopped on one of the first empty benches he saw.
The weather was hot as hell, and he was sweating like a pig in his suit. He could feel the shirt sticking to his back slowly. He was thirsty and hungry and tired; all he wanted to do was to go home, take a cold shower, eat something and sleep, but he couldn’t. He still had two interviews to get over.
“Fuck my life,” he whispered under his breath. Digging through the small bag he carried with him everywhere, he pulled out a bottle of water. It was half-empty, but it was better than nothing. He quickly drained it, wiped the slight sweat beading on his forehead and stood. If he stalled a bit longer, he was going to be late for his interview.
Just as he started walking, he felt his phone vibrate. Pulling it out, Bucky saw two messages from the interviewers. They were cancelled due to scheduling problems.
“Shit,” he hissed. He was both happy and sad; happy because he was going home instead of dragging himself all around New York, and sad because he was more likely to never hear for them again since those kinds of messages usually meant ‘we found someone already’. Cursing under his breath again, he changed his route. He had some money left, so he decided to get a sandwich from Subway. He really didn’t want to pass out on his way home, he couldn’t deal with that.
He was halfway to the nearest Subway when his phone vibrated again. It was a text from Sam.
we’re at lolly’s, it said. join us. been a while since i saw your ugly face. Bucky snorted as he shook his head. Lolly’s wasn’t so far away from where he was, probably as close as the Subway. He sent Sam a ‘on my way’ text and started walking.
Sam was right. It had been a while since he saw them. He was too busy chasing down job interviews that he couldn’t spare some time to his friends and night outs as much as he would like to. They were probably in the same rush since they didn’t reach out to him, and that was okay. Life was hard and messy and could get super busy super quick.
He sprinted as soon as he saw the diner. Using his long legs to run across the street, he walked inside panting lightly.
The place was buzzing. It wasn’t overly crowded, but it wasn’t empty either. There were families and students and friend groups all talking and eating at the same time. Laughter and chatting sounds were filling the small diner, and it was making the place look and sound all cozy.
His eyes danced on the people sitting in the booths until he found them. They were in their usual booth. Grinning, he made his way towards them.
“Oh, look it’s Barnes!” Sam grinned at Bucky. “Nice to see that you’re as ugly as before.” Bucky chuckled and hugged him.
“Shut up, Wilson, we both know you have a crush on me,” he said, making everyone on the table laugh. Bucky quickly hugged and greeted his other friends before he took a seat. “What are we having?” He asked, he was starving and was pretty sure that if he went without food a little bit longer, his stomach was going to go apeshit on him.
“We ordered greasy burgers as always,” Steve said, grinning. “Loki hates it.” Bucky saw Loki rolling his eyes, but he knew Loki was having fun. He smiled. “We ordered for you, too. It should be here any minute now.”
“Y’all are saints,” Bucky breathed in relief. The refusals and complaints immediately filled the small table, and Bucky laughed. He really missed his friends.
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It was hours later when they left the diner with full bellies and laughter ringing in their ears. They ate and drunk and talked about what they have been doing since the graduation, how the life was treating them and all that jazz.
Bucky felt good when he heard that his friends, too, were going through the same things as he was. It felt nice to know that he wasn’t alone.
“I’m getting married,” Sam said as they stepped on the half-full sidewalk. All of them stopped suddenly, looking at each other with surprised etched on their faces.
“Are you kiddin’ me?” Bucky asked. “You’re─ Really?” Sam nodded, grinning widely. “Holy shit, man, I didn’t even know you were datin’ with someone.” The others chuckled.
“I didn’t either,” Loki said. Bucky heard Steve agreeing with him.
“Well, we kept it pretty low-key,” Sam explained. “We’ve been dating for three years? Almost?” He shrugged. “It got serious in the last year. I proposed to her already and we’re gonna tell our parents as soon as I hear back from one of the interviews I gave around.”
Bucky smiled. “Wow,” he said. “I’m proud of you man,” he added quickly because he was. He really was proud of Sam. “Congrats.” Bucky threw his arms around him and patted his back a couple times. Sam smiled and murmured his thanks. As he stepped back and let the others hug Sam, Bucky couldn’t help but imagine if this would happen to him if he were to treat you like you deserved.
Would you marry him? Would you mind keeping him forever? He wanted to know. He felt like he knew the answer already, but he wanted to hear it from you. He wanted to know if he ever stood a chance, if you’d ever accept him like that. He was too much of an asshole, he knew, thank you very much, but Bucky also knew that he’d get his shit together for you. Maybe he wouldn’t in the beginning of your… relationship, but he would now. It was too late, though.
“We planned a summer wedding, but it really depends on the time that I’ll be hearing back from anyone,” Sam sighed. “’s gonna be alright,” he said. “We both know that.” Bucky smiled sadly. He wished he could say that, too.
“I’m happy for you, Wilson,” he said instead. Sam sent him a soft smile. Placing his hand on Sam’s shoulder, Bucky pulled him against his side. “Let’s go home.” The others all agreed, and they started walk down the sidewalk.
They were crossing the street when Bucky saw you.
You were across the street where he was going with your own friend group. You were laughing and looked so beautiful in that white dress, Bucky wanted to sob. He missed your face, missed seeing you laugh, he realized, and his heart gave a painful thud in its cage.
Clearing his throat, he crossed the street when the light turned green for them. His eyes never left you; they watched how you joked and laughed and grabbed your friend’s arm while you giggled�� Bucky missed you so fucking much.
“Barnes?” Sam nudged him when they stepped off the road. “You alright?” Bucky nodded absently.
“Yeah,” he murmured. The need to be near you, the want to talk to you was about to consume Bucky, and he was aware that he was going to make an ass of himself, but he didn’t care. “Hey, why don’t guys go ahead? I’ll catch up.” Sam frowned. “It’s fine. I saw someone and wanted to tell them something, that’s it.” It wasn’t so convincing, Bucky knew, but thankfully, Sam didn’t say anything. He just nodded and walked the opposite way.
Taking a deep breath, Bucky marched on where you were standing with your friends. He wasn’t about to jump into the conversation, that would be rude. He was going to see if he would be able to catch your attention. As he stepped into your sight, he waved his hand. You were too into the conversation, you didn’t see him at first, but then a movement caught your eyes. Lifting your head, you saw Bucky and froze for a second.
“Um,” you cleared your throat. “Can you give me a minute?” You said to your friends, and they nodded, going back to their conversation right away. You went up to him.
“Hi,” he said, a little breathless because you looked so beautiful. You smiled softly.
“Hi,” you breathed. “What are you doing here?” You couldn’t help but ask. He shrugged. Grabbing his bag tighter, he licked his lips.
“Was hanging out with the boys,” he said. You nodded slowly. “Then, I saw you and thought I could, y’know,” Bucky shrugged awkwardly. You nodded again. “You look beautiful,” he blurted.
You felt heat rushing to your cheeks. “Thank you, Bucky,” you murmured. Bucky’s heart made a flip as the oxygen got trapped in his throat.
You could have been together, Bucky thought. You could have been dating still, and this encounter wouldn’t be so awkward. Bucky wouldn’t feel like there were miles between you two while you were one of those people who knew him really well.
“Bucky?” You reached out and touched his arm. “Are you okay?”
“You told me you loved me,” Bucky blurted out. He couldn’t keep it in anymore. He wanted it out, out, out. He needed to get rid of it. He needed to tell you.
“ What?” You frowned.
“The night you got drunk and called me,” he explained. “You told me that you loved me, but you didn’t want to love me because it hurts you.” Bucky swallowed harshly. “You said you didn’t want to see me anymore because I just make you want to cry.” Sighing, Bucky tried to hold his tears back. “You─ You said that I never saw you as─ as a relationship material because you knew you weren’t enough.”
“Bucky─” You gasped.
“Please,” he begged. “Let me finish it. I─” Bucky took a deep breath. “I want you to know that you were enough,” he said, finally lifting his head up and looking at your eyes. They were full of tears already. “You were enough for me. You were more than enough. I was the one who wasn’t enough and didn’t deserve you. It─ It hurt like hell when I heard you say that you don’t want to love me anymore because it hurts you. I wanted to hurt myself for you because you didn’t deserve to be hurt.” He sniffed, trying to hold back tears was getting harder.
“Y/N,” Bucky said. “I want you to know that I love you. For real. This is no joke, there is no play, nothing. I just want you know that I love you so much. I told my friends about how I feel about you, and they didn’t believe. I don’t mind them not believing me, but I need you to believe me.” You felt tears rolling down on your cheeks gently as Bucky’s blue eyes bored into yours. The way he was looking at you felt like he was looking directly into your soul. You sobbed lightly.
“I treated you like shit,” Bucky murmured. “I know that. I’m so sorry. I made you feel like you weren’t enough when you were more than enough, and I hurt you. Because of me, you didn’t want to love, doesn’t matter who. You didn’t want to love, Y/N, because I was such a dick to you. I’m so sorry. I know no matter how many times I apologize, it’s not gonna undo all the damage, but I’m sorry. I truly am.” Bucky sighed deeply. “I should have told you that I love you long before. I shouldn’t have been such a coward about how I feel about you, I’m sorry for not acting on them before─”
With a sniff, you hugged him out of a sudden. Bucky backed a step and caught you immediately. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he hesitated only for a second before he pulled you in for a tight hug. You sobbed, face hidden in his neck as you held onto him. You missed him. You missed his body heat against yours, hearing his voice, feeling his arms around you… You missed him so much.
“Bucky,” you whispered when you pulled back just a little. You kissed him. Both of you had tears on your faces, but neither of you cared about it. Your tears-covered lips found each other. It wasn’t a filthy, passionate kiss, but a sweet, desperate and chaste one. You parted for oxygen and then leaned in to kiss him again. Pulling back, you rested your forehead against his, your eyes closed and lips close to his. “Bucky,” you whispered again, your hands were on each side of his face. “You knew how we were going to end up,” you murmured. You opened your eyes to look at his baby blue ones. “This is where we end.”
This was the first time you were seeing him this vulnerable, you thought as you watched his chin wobbled and tears spilling over his cheeks. He sniffed. He was nodding slowly.
He understood. He really did. He wasn’t good enough for you, he knew that, and he’d hate it if you were to settle down with someone who never truly deserved you. He loved you. You were his very first love, and everything was intense and strange to him, but he would get over it. He knew he had to. He just wanted you to be okay, wanted you to not hurt anymore, wanted you to love someone who was going to make you want to love.
So, he understood.
Nodding still, Bucky wrapped you up into another hug. He memorized how your body felt against his while hugging like this, how you held him, how you rested your head on his shoulder… He memorized all of it. With a sniff, he stepped back. He placed his hands on your cheeks and kissed one last time. He breathed in your sweet scent, felt your soft lips against his and pulled back.
“This is where we end,” he whispered, repeating your words. You nodded. “Okay,” he agreed. He kissed your forehead before he stepped back fully. “Take care of yourself, please?” He pleaded. “I want you to be happy, to love, just… Be happy, alright?” You nodded once.
“I promise,” you whispered back. “Only if you be gentle with yourself.” Bucky cracked a half-smile and nodded.
“I promise.” You smiled at him. Your hand reached to his hair, and you fixed the rebel strands. Bucky took your hand, placed a soft kiss into your palm and dropped it. “Goodbye, Y/N. Thank you for loving me.”
You felt fresh tears licking your face, but you didn’t care. “Goodbye, Bucky. Thank you for loving me back.” Bucky pressed his lips together, looked at your for a second longer and turned around.
Walking away from you had never felt this painful before, Bucky realized. His feet were taking him away from you, but his heart was beating with you. It was screaming at him to go back and beg you to try once, but he wasn’t going to do that. You didn’t deserve that.
Bucky sighed. Nothing was going to make him feel as real as you did, he thought to himself. He was okay with it. He had to be okay with it.
So, Bucky walked away from you.
Once and for all.
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After that, after you, Bucky never loved anyone ever. His heart belonged only to you.
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A Heavy Feeling
Bucky Barnes / Female Reader
Summary: A fight with Bucky leaves you feeling alone.
Includes: angst angst angst, tiny fluff towards end, mentions of not eating
Words: 2k
A/N: A little angsty drabble I’ve had sitting in my drafts. I put female reader but it’s pretty general :) Please check out my prompt list! You can request as many prompts as you’d like! Hope you enjoy the story! Feel free to leave any feedback and please let me know of any warnings or errors I missed, thanks for stopping by :)
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These last few days have probably been some of the worst in my life.
My life thus far has been far from easy, but it’s hard to remember a time where I felt as low as I do now.
I sit at the dining table, using my fork to mess with the food on my plate. Silverware clinks against plates, conversations are lively. Warm lighting fills the room, the huge window allowing a glimpse at the night sky. Everyone is eating and talking, laughing and smiling.
Everyone except Bucky and I.
They know why, which is probably why they were quick to put space between us as we all sat down for dinner. I was the last to come to the table, everyone stopping mid-conversation to look at me with pity. I sat down, and haven’t spoken a word to anyone since. They had eventually ignored the heavy tension tethered between Bucky and I, deciding that constant talking would prevent the chance of an awkward silence crashing over the entire table.
I had told them I could eat in my room, that I didn’t want to make dinner weird for everyone else. They insisted I come. I couldn’t ask Bucky to not come to dinner either, especially when I knew how much he liked sitting down with everyone, taking an hour or two to enjoy the company of who had become his family. No matter how mad I was at him, I could never ask him to give that up.
So that led me here, sitting at the edge of the table, messing with my food. Bucky was sitting across from me, to the very left edge of the table. The farthest seat from mine. Being so far from him was probably worse than sitting right next to him. I only glanced at him a few times, which I was proud of myself for. He was in his black leather jacket, with a black shirt and pants. Everyone had gone out just before dinner, but I didn’t feel up to it.
Seeing Bucky come through the door with a smile on his face made my heart tighten with pain, before I became disgusted with myself on how selfish the reaction was.
He sat at the table now, not talking with anyone. His arms were folded, and he hadn’t touched his food either. Everytime I looked at him he was focused on the same part of the table, zoned out. His brows were dropped, his lips in a soft frown. His eyes were filled with sadness, almost a puppy look. I could feel his eyes shift from the table to me every so often, trying my hardest not to meet his eyes.
We had only been sitting down for around 5 minutes, and I felt like I was suffocating. That’s all I’ve felt these past couple of days.
I’d asked him for space, said I needed to think things through. He respected that and listened, hesitantly. He didn’t go out with everyone as much, staying in his room save for the times Steve dragged him out. I was better at turning down the attempts of them trying to get me to go out. I had barely left my room.
I knew he was hurting, I could see it in his eyes and in the way he carried himself. I wondered if he was hurting as much as I was. I couldn’t sleep at night, couldn’t leave my bed. Couldn’t think without him next to me. Couldn’t think with him next to me.
I set my fork down, sighing to myself as the group was heavily engaged in conversation. I became alert of every action I made, feeling Bucky’s eyes on me once more. I gulped in anticipation, not thinking before drifting my eyes to his.
Our eyes met, my own filling with tears. His eyebrows pulled together, his own eyes filling with emotion. His mouth opened to say something, before I abruptly stood up, picking up my plate and taking it with me to my room. I could hear the conversations pause, confused sentences being muttered before another door shut, a few doors down from mine. Bucky’s. He must’ve left right after I did.
They eventually continued talking, but I stopped listening. I tossed my plate on a table, almost breaking it. I paced across my room, back and forth. I let the tears fall freely down my cheek, bringing a hand up to my mouth to be quiet. I sat down on the floor, holding my face in my hands. Not a single thought went through my head, but I couldn’t stop crying.
A few minutes passed before I had no more tears to shed, quiet and dry sobs leaving my mouth occasionally. I calmed down, using the breathing exercises Bucky had taught me. I almost started crying again at the thought, but I had nothing left in me.
I sat on the floor, sniffling and breathing deep breaths. Staring at the ground, no particular thought staying for more than a second.
My head shot up as a soft knock came to my door. A single knock, nothing more. Almost a tap.
I didn’t need to ask who it was, I knew. I held my breath, staring at the door. He said nothing. I crawled over to the door, holding my ear to the thin wood. I could hear the thumping of his heart, feeling it against the door. He must’ve been sitting against it- on the floor as well. His shaky breaths went through the wood.
I sighed, sitting with my back right where he was on the other side. I set my head on it, producing a tiny thump sound. The same sound came from the other side a second later.
My hand went up to my mouth again, sobs threatening to break from my throat. It was so painful, knowing he was sitting with me on the other side of the door. Not being able to touch him. The sound of his heartbeat comforted the pain slightly. I breathed in and out, in and out. Trying to calm down. I lost track of how long I was sitting there, scared he would leave first. I decided I couldn’t handle it if he did.
I didn’t try to listen to what he did on the other side of the door as I suddenly stood up, striding over to my bed and throwing myself under the covers. I didn’t come back out.
My eyes shot open, sitting up. The moonlight shone through the window the size of my wall, illuminating the covers. I had fallen asleep.
My head had found its way out of the covers, as they now sat loosely below my ribs. I rubbed my eyes with one hand, running it through my hair. I sighed as I looked around the room, yawning. I spotted my plate still sitting on the table. I got up, grabbing it and walking over to my door. I slowly opened it, cringing as it creaked. I peeked out, looking both ways down the hall. It was almost pitch black, save for the window that was providing light sitting at the end of the hallway. The coast was clear.
I closed my door slightly, walking to the kitchen. The dining table was clear and cleaned, leaving no trace of dinner earlier.
I put the food into a container, writing my name on it before shoving it into the fridge for later.
I turned around, walking back to my room. I slowly opened the door, hearing something. I paused, waiting. I didn’t hear anything. Was it my creaking door? I went to start to open it again when I heard it.
Whimpering.
My entire body froze for a split second before I strode straight to his room. I knew that sound, and I knew what it meant.
I cracked his door open, peeking in.
Bucky was laying in the middle of his bed, the sheets below his waist. He was shirtless, his vibranium arm wrapped over a pillow. The image pulled on my heart strings, tying it into a knot as he twitched, his other arm moving at his side.
I walked over to the side of the bed, putting my hands on it to hold myself up as I leaned over him.
“Bucky.” I whispered. His face turned just barely, still asleep. Still in his nightmare.
It had been so long since he had one, I forgot what to do. I reached a hand up, setting it on his metal bicep and shaking it lightly.
“Buck-”
I was halfway through his name when he turned around, pulling me into the bed with him and flipping me on my back. I gasped as he put his forearm against my neck, applying pressure. His eyes had snapped open, frantic and scared. Violent.
My arms pulled at his arm, shooting him pleading eyes as I struggled to breath. A few seconds passed before he let out a sharp breath, slumping as he seemingly came back to his body. His eyes shot open even wider, instantly taking his arm off of my neck. I gasped for air, breathing hard and fast. His eyes shot between mine, confusion and sadness and regret painted over them.
I stared at him as I caught my breath, waiting as his mouth stayed open- trying to find words.
He closed his mouth, backing away and sitting on the edge of the bed. I stayed in my spot for a second, cautious. I was unsure of what to do until I heard a sob escape him. I instantly sat up, my hand going to his shoulder. I tried to pull him to face me, but he remained facing the wall. His head was in his hands, his shoulders starting to shake as he cried. I walked on my knees, my chest against his back as I wrapped my arms around his waist.
I laid my head against his back, listening to the sound of his heart and breathing deeply- hoping he would soon follow. He continued shaking as I soothingly ran my fingers across his stomach, patient. Waiting.
“I thought they had stopped.” He let out, his voice cracking.
“I know. I know, baby.” I said, holding him tighter.
A few minutes passed as he gradually stopped shaking, occasionally twitching as he copied my breathing. He picked his head from his hands, as I raised my own from his back. I moved my body so I could look at him from the side. His eyes were puffy, his nose and cheeks red and tear stained. I brought one of my hands to his face, bringing it to meet mine and rub his cheek with my thumb. He stared at me, at my lips. I wiped the tears from his face, looking at him with love. He returned it, looking at me as if it was the first time.
“I’m so sorry.” He said, his voice rough and filled with regret. I shook my head, rejecting his apology with the motion. He opened his mouth to speak again when I brought his face to mine, our lips meeting.
My eyebrows scrunched together as I pushed my lips into his. He didn’t hesitate in kissing me back, his hands coming up to hold my face, to bring me closer. His lips perfectly molded into mine, the salty taste of his tears mixing between our tongues. Our noses bumped into each other repeatedly as we messily tried to both apologize and profess our undying love into the kiss.
I slowly pulled away after a few minutes, resting my forehead against his as I caught my breath. We looked at each other’s lips, chests heaving as my thumb rubbed his cheek. His hand drawing circles on my back. I broke out into a smile, him following me. I fell on my side back onto the bed, bringing him with me.
We laid across from each other, an inch apart. I brought my fingers down to his lips, pulling his lip and hearing it fall back with a pop. I looked at all of his features, knowing them by memory but still wanting them forever seared into my brain. I missed him.
Being in his room with the moon casting light over us, wrapped in his arms, I felt so happy. After days of nothing but a hole where my heart was, I felt complete. I was home.
We had a lot to talk about, but it could wait. I wanted to enjoy this moment.
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Threshold
Tony Stark x daughter!Reader
Rundown: Tony got something to say to you.
Word Count: 1.1k
Warnings: Angst, fluff
MASTERLIST
Your eyes peeled open.
"There she is," You heard Tony's voice, exhaling a breath, you leaned back on your seat, stretching your sore muscles. "Told you, you're tired. I can do the rest."
"No dad, I insist. Steve and Bucky are on a mission, I'm alone in our room--Oh before I forgot, Morgan wanted to request for a cat or a dog," you say stifling a yawn, playing with your pen.
Tony gives you a look through the hologram, pen cap between his teeth, "Sure, she's hinting on it a couple of days ago."
"When will we go? I want to tag along."
A casual conversation flow between you helping to wash the exhaustion you are feeling. Tony had been working on some adjustments in his suits. Being the helpful daughter that you are, you decided to help. Fixing suits became your bonding, it is nice to be surrounded with tools along with your father.
You giggle remembering a memory, "You were trying to console that poor boy's heart, he was in tears because you weren't in your suit. Your face was hilarious."
Tony rolled his eyes, "I did something about it, remember, sent a command to the suits to fly where we were."
"Still, I didn't know whose more distraught, you or the kid."
Silence blanketed the room.
Continuing to write, an image flashed before your eyes. "Peter," you say out of the blue, "That's odd." A frown washes over your features.
"What is?"
"I remember seeing him cry but I don't know why, that kid."
You stare at the equations on your sheet. Images still flashing behind your eyes. Your eyes narrowed at these, what you are seeing. Something is wrong.
Then suddenly you concluded. "This is wrong, you're- you're--" the word, heavy on your mouth. You gawked at the person in front of you.
He released a deep breath, letting go of the piece of suit he was working on. "It's not your time Y/N."
Then it all came back to you, the war, Thanos, the snap.
You collapsed on his feet, hugging his knee. A gesture so familiar to you, as you did it when you were a kid.
"Is this real?"
Emotions filled you. Droplets of tears made their way down your face.
"Is it you?" Eyes fixed on him, afraid he'll disappear.
"DAD," you start to sob. "You were gone! you left me, Morgan, and everybody! You didn't wait for me! You didn't have to do the snap... you could've had waited for me, I could've used my ability-- you didn't have to do it alone, we could have had brainstormed for just a second and let Carol do it!" you were gripping his pants so tight. "I was angry at you at myself! We'll still fix the suits, upgrade them! You will still tuck Morgan to her late-night sleep, woo Pepper-- you still have so much to do. You didn't hug me that day, dad and I didn't get to say goodbye..." the last words came out as a whisper.
"Come on sweetheart, let's sit on the--"
"No!" eyes clenched shut, tears still flowing freely on your face, you didn't want to be moved.
"Am I dying?" He was quiet.
"Am I dead?"
"You're making my heartache, sweetheart let me dry those tears." He cupped your face, thumb wiping your tear-streaked face.
You pout trying to stop the trembling of your lips, voicing out, "You broke mine into pieces."
Tony sighed upon hearing those words, tried to find words to comfort you. "When you were a kid, you used to do this," he gestured at your position, "Often. Because you wanted to play with your friends but I forbid you to. You have a weak heart, and I just want to protect you. You were my little bundle of happiness, I can't lose you." You can see his eyes were teary.
"Darling, I want you to understand why I did it. At that moment, I think of you, our family, every people in this world. I need to keep you safe, that is my goal. Didn't think if I'll be able to walk alive or the repercussions."
It is him.
"Y/N, I am happy I'm seeing you again but you need to go back. You need to keep fighting. You are an amazing woman. You are surrounded by people that adore you."
Your chin rested on his knees. Big eyes stared at him, just like many years ago.
Your look was endearing to Tony's eyes. "You have so much in you, sweetheart. You have so much to learn and see. You are my bravest agent. My angels, you, Pepper, and Morgan." Caressing your hair, he bent down to press a kiss. "Forgive papa wasn't able hug you, my sweet baby, I love you 3000." He now sat on the floor and brought you to his chest, arms securely wrapped around you. You can feel the warmth of his embrace, returning the tight hug.
"Stay...I want you here with me..." your voice trembling, knowing this moment will end momentarily.
"I won't go anywhere, I'll watch over you, and I'll always be right here." loosening the hug, his hand lands where your heart is. Then his thumb grazes your chin. "Go back to your soldiers."
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"The transplant has been successful."
You flatlined.
He gritted his teeth, hand curling into a fist. Bucky glanced at Pepper and Morgan, who was still being comforted by her mother. Pepper tried to get her toys but the kid says she wants to see you.
They all do.
"I informed Nat," Steve sat beside his lover, "they're on their way" tucking his phone away he noticed the look on Bucky's face.
He reached his fist, "It's fine, Buck. She's under observation, she'll be okay now. Well just have to wait." Intertwining their hands and bringing them to his lips, trying to calm Bucky down.
"I know, I'm sorry. She almost died Steve. I--I don't know wh--."
Steve cuts him, "Calm down, please?" greenish-blue finding his steel-blue one. He tries to inhale and exhale slowly.
Bucky feels bad. Steve tries to be optimistic and he is weighing him down with his thoughts. Steve had broken down before the operation and now it's Bucky's turn. He knows that you'll be okay, but he dwells on the possibilities that end badly. He can't do that to you. Bucky knows how brave you are, this is just a challenge, you were on death's door multiple times now, you'll be fine.
"Remember, we still have to give her this." A smile draws upon Steve's face as he brought out a box with his free hand.
Bucky knows what it was, a faint smile played on his lips.
"Now we need to be strong for her, she needs that. Are you with me now?" Steve sees the smile on his lover's face, his heart flutters. He wants you to see it too. He prays your recovery will be continuous. "She'll be okay."
She'll be okay, she has her guardian angel.
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Fight or Flight
Steve Rogers x Reader
Summary: Steve comes clean, in the aftermath and shock you turn to the one person who you know you can trust.
W/C: 2,369
Warnings: Implied cheating, angst, swearing
A/N: Hello! I wrote this for @sweetlyscared 's 1k celebration (congrats, it's well deserved!), prompt is in bold. I'm still pretty new to writing and this is my first true Angst fic so any and all reblogs/comments are super appreciated! Please check out my other stuff if you liked this fic!! Cheers!
PART TWO I Masterlist
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The feeling of everything crashing around you was slow. Like your world was moving in slow motion as you processed the words. Everything else he was saying became distorted, going to waste as he tried desperately to explain himself to you. All you could hear clearly was your own breathing while you tried to will yourself to do something, anything.
Fight or flight is a funny thing, you were always so feisty and eager to fight back, A Bulldog, Steve had affectionately called you. But when he told you he was in love with someone else, that he has been in love with someone else for months, your body couldn’t find anything in it but to walk away.
Your breathing picked up and your eyes searched the ground, refusing to meet his. You felt your legs raise you up to stand and start walking away, unsure of your destination. When you pivoted to leave the room your eyes met his briefly, staring emotionlessly as his desperately searched for anything at all in yours.
“Where are you going? Doll, please, can we talk about this? I’m, I’m so sorry I-”
Whatever else he was saying wasn’t heard over the noise of opening the door and shutting it behind you. You didn’t know where you were going or what you were feeling other than the obvious. You were in a state of shock, it’s one thing to hear awful news and another to understand that it’s true but you were fastly approaching that truth head-on.
You paused for a moment in the hall and heard no movement come after you. You almost let yourself be surprised but he’d admitted he gave up on you a long time ago, so it only makes sense he wouldn’t fight your exit. You kept walking and tried to hold the floodgates of your heart closed for a bit longer.
Flashes of what was said come back to you slowly as reality sets in. “I can’t put this off any longer. I want you to know that I will always love you, but there’s someone else.”
Your head hurt like it would as if you were already crying, the blood pumping in your ears and pressure building in your temples that would no doubt evoke a long-standing headache. Your face felt hot as you stepped into the elevator, maybe you’d go for a walk in an attempt to fend off your tears. Or maybe you’d walk to a safer place to have an emotional breakdown. Whichever is easier.
Brisk gusts of air greet you as you exit the building, making you realize you left your jacket on the arm of the couch. You took a second to evaluate yourself and noticed you’d also walked out in your house slippers and a thin pair of leggings. Trying to evade the cold you tucked yourself in the doorway of a bodega down the street and dialed Bucky.
Two rings and he picked up.
“Hello?”
“Did you know?”
The silence on the line only reminds you of the blood pumping in your ears. The silence tells you everything you needed to know.
“Liste-”
You hang up.
You’re breathing even harder now. Who else knew? For how long? How long was I the joke? You need to find somewhere else to be soon or all these strangers are going to get an eyeful of a grown woman sobbing. You dial the last number you’d expect to at a time like this.
“What’s happening, shortstack?”
You can hear Tony’s grin through the phone and his easy greeting gives you momentary comfort.
“Can I come over? Something happened.”
“I’ll let Jarvis know to let you in” Tony’s tone is understanding, not needing you to explain further, just letting you know you can come to him.
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Tony’s only seven blocks from yours and Steve’s shared apartment, a fact you’re grateful for when you feel your feet aching every time they hit the pavement. The conversation replays in your head, you try to word what happened in your head and your anger starts overtaking the heartbreak. It’s almost a welcome reprieve from the settling heartbreak but you’re not sure if you’d rather be numb to it completely.
When the elevator doors open Tony’s waiting for you with two tumblers of scotch in hand. You shake your head and move past him to the couch. He joins you on the opposite armchair and sets both his elbows down on his spread knees, resting his face in his hands.
“Would you like to talk about it or not talk about it?” He asks with a sigh.
You don’t make eye contact with him so you don’t cry, choosing to focus on the Iron Man coffee table book you’d gotten as a gag gift for Tony all those Christmases ago. It almost distracts you enough to laugh, the fact that he just has it out. But you need to tell someone what happened and get it all out before you can let yourself feel it all.
“Steveisinlovewithsomeoneelse,” You rushed it all out in one breath afraid if you didn’t get it out fast enough that you’d break. “He has been for months. He said he doesn’t know when it all changed but when he was with her things just clicked,” you paused to collect yourself, “But don’t worry, I’ll always hold a special place in his heart and he hopes this won’t affect the future of the team or our friendship.”
“Oh, and he’s really sorry.” you added.
You laughed bitterly and shook your head in disbelief. His delivery had been so cold but so sincere, very to the point but pained in its delivery. “I just, whatever we had, it’s just gone. Things are just different now, with her, this kills me though, please believe me. You’re still really special to me.” Bullshit. Special enough to act as a placeholder until someone better comes, special enough to cast aside.
You’re broken momentarily from your spiral into anger by the sound of a glass hitting a coaster a little too hard. Looking up, you find Tony quietly seething. He and Steve aren’t close by any means so you figured that he wouldn’t have known, it’s why you called him over anyone else.
He moves slowly to your side on the couch and pulls you into his side. You can smell his aftershave and what you think might be burned grease from one of the many things he’s been tinkering with in the lab, it smells like him, like comfort.
“That fucking asshole. Unbelievable, I don’t even…” He leaves the thought unfinished.
His hands move up and down your arms in a soothing motion and you finally let yourself have it. You don’t even realize you’re crying until you feel the tears wet his shirt when you bury your face in. You sniffle up tears and snot when your face heats up.
There’s no way to know how long Tony lets you sob into him, no doubt ruining his vintage Depeche Mode shirt. Somewhere in the back of your mind you make a mental note to buy him a new one later. But for now you’ll just allow yourself to cry and you can deal with the world in the morning.
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Tony lets you fall asleep on his chest, feeling somewhere between furious and heartbroken by proxy. He thinks about letting you sleep and giving Steve a piece of his mind but figures that’s not what you need right now. Your phone sits on the table and he touches the screen to check the time. No notifications on your homescreen except for a missed call from Bucky and an old photo of Steve making a funny face as your background.
Had Steve not even tried to call you? Had he not even tried to go after you? Why was Bucky of all people the only one to be trying to get a hold of you? Prick.
Selfishly Tony is glad that he has a good reason to be rude to Steve now, he has to admit. You two had always been close but when you and Steve started dating he saw less and less of you. He couldn’t fault you for it though, you were so in love with Steve and you knew that the relationship between the two of them was strained so you kept your distance a bit.
He thought of all the sacrifices you’d made for Steve. You gave up your childhood home in the Bronx that your parents had willed to you to move in with him because he wanted you to be closer to the tower. You gave up a promotion and transfer to DC when you were still just an agent, granted you were an avenger now but it doesn’t matter, he’d made a very big deal out of you turning it down. You gave up the friendship the two of you had.
It was incredible, really. How much you had done for him only for him to turn around and love someone else behind your back. Brave enough to fight aliens and terrorists but too cowardly to break up with you and leave you with some dignity. Did anyone else know about this?
Tony had to stop himself from getting too angry, afraid he’d wake you up. So instead he went back to plotting up schematics for the half-finished suit mod he’d been in the middle of when you called.
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It’s been a week and you still haven’t properly talked to Steve. After two days on Tony’s couch you need to look at things from a logical stance. Where am I going to stay? It’s not like you had your parent’s place anymore and you didn’t want to sign a new lease on an apartment. You could always move into the tower but that meant a higher chance of running into Steve.
You were thinking about all of this out loud to Tony when he offered you the guest bedroom in his penthouse. You were shocked, he’s always been a generous man but after you drifted apart from him you were surprised he even let you stay these past few days. Maybe now was a good time to rebuild your friendship with him and have some space from work.
What’s work going to be like? You agree and go on a temporary leave from the team, just a month to collect yourself. If you really wanted to you could go back but the thought of seeing everyone that knew about Steve’s affair was humiliating and enraging in one go.
It turns out Sam had been playing therapist to Steve in all of this, Nat figured it out through some sleuthing, and Wanda had inadvertently heard his thoughts about her. And none of them thought to tell you? To save you from the anguish but to let it fester? Steve wasn’t the only one that betrayed you. They all had.
What will I say to him? Should I say anything to him? Turns out the answer was ‘nothing’. You texted him to let him know you were moving out and you’d be by to get your things as a courtesy. You walked into an empty apartment and you were almost relieved.
He’d chosen to not be here but he’d left you a letter on the kitchen counter next to a framed photo of the two of you on vacation last year. You scoff but don’t touch the letter. Every ounce of restraint you have is being used as you leave it untouched. But you don’t need to know what excuses or apologies he has on deck, nothing he could say would exonerate him of his wrong-doings. You had no intentions of speaking to him but secretly you hoped he suffered as he stewed in his guilt and inner-turmoil. He deserves to.
When you pack you leave every gift he ever gave you, taking only what you’d brought with you in the first place. You take one look at the unmade bed and almost go to make it out of habit but then you think of the two of them there together. All the long missions you went on without him, all the times you stayed late at work or went out with your friends. How many times had he been here with her while you were there?
You end up only leaving with two suitcases and a backpack full of things. Tony waits for you in the lobby, understanding you wanted your space when you went to get your things in case Steve was there.
The elevator doors open to him taking a selfie with a couple of fans and shaking hands. He’s all too happy to be recognized but when he sees you his eyes soften. Not out of pity, but fondness, like he’s proud of you for getting out.
He sends you a questioning look with a silent question. Are you okay?
You smile at him and for the first time in days it’s a genuine, non-placating, happy-to-see-you smile. It’s okay, I’ll be okay.
He takes one of your suitcases from you and helps you load them into the back of the car before opening the door for you. The drive back to Tony’s is silent but comfortable. The trust you have in each other is strong and unspoken. Something you’ve always been grateful for between the two of you.
He doesn’t ask you about Steve or what happened, always letting you come to him first, which you appreciate. And when you talk he just listens. No bullshit unsolicited advice about moving on or how everything happens for a reason or getting back out there, just listens.
You know the road ahead is long and it will be difficult, but you have someone in your corner and the knowledge that what happened isn’t your fault and that you’re a badass and fuck Steve Rogers and fuck anyone else that did you wrong in all of this. Maybe you’ll forgive them someday but for now you’re gonna focus on you and work on building yourself back up. You’re ready for the ups and downs, you’re ready to fight.
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traitor / steve rogers
sour writing activity :)
pairings: steve rogers x reader, steve rogers x natasha romanoff
warnings: angst
a/n: Besties this is horrible. i wrote this between three sittings. forced it out of my ass and finally came out w this. i hate the ending but whatever.
also i made natasha a bitch. and i don’t ship romanogers, although they might’ve made sense, it just worked in this specific scenario.
i’m gonna try and write some other one shots this week. stay tuned :)
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brown guilty eyes and little white lies
yeah i played dumb but i always knew
“hey tony, do you have any idea where steve and natasha are?” you asked, looking around for your coworker and boyfriend. you and natasha had never seen eye to eye, but you still liked her company.
they hadn’t mentioned anything about a mission, or any group plans but you were struggling to find them now, when everyone else was at the compound.
this wasn’t the first time, and it most definitely would not be he last, because if you brought it up you were the paranoid partner who didn’t like your boyfriend having ‘girl friends.’
“i think they’re on a mission,” tony lied. fury had cancelled all of the missions this week for some unknown reason. and tony was lying right through his teeth to you.
“oh okay,” you swallowed, faking a smile and walking away, not knowing where your boyfriend was.
that you’d talk to her, maybe did even worse
i kept quiet so i could keep you
losing steve was one fo your biggest fears, you’d lost a lot of people in your life and the fear that he would leave you too quick always got to you. so you willingly sacrificed your right to emotions in the relationship to preserve him.
you’d never liked the idea of steve and natasha together. they were fishy, they always knew everything and would never tell anyone. you would join conversations to watch them die out, to watch natasha send you the look and steve would be oblivious.
you weren’t sure what else they had done (besides the main obvious), but the way he looked at her, the way he smiled and talked and laughed with her all seemed to be better than when he was with you.
and ain’t it funny
that you ran to her the second that we called it quits
and ain’t it funny
how you said you were friends now it sure as hell don’t look like it
it almost seemed like steve was waiting for the second the two of you would separate. like he was waiting for the relationship to end so he could finally have his own fun without you.
not even a day after the two of you broke up was he seen kissing natasha in the common room. while you were sobbing and packing up your stuff, he was out with the woman he told you not to worry about.
“we’re just friends, baby, i know you know that, so why are you so uptight? i love you,” steve would always say, always try and comfort you. he never meant it.
they were never just friends and it was easier if you just refused to believe he ever loved you at all. because with that, it appeared as though less feelings were being hurt, even though you were still broken up inside.
because steve had lied to you. and now none of it seemed real.
you betrayed me and i know that you’ll never feel sorry for the way i hurt
yeah, you talked to her, when we were together
loved you at your worst, but that didn’t matter
“don’t touch me, steve,” you hissed, trying to round your stuff up as quick as you could. he kept trying to grab you, to stop you from moving. to explain to you. but you didn’t want to hear it.
“y/n, i’m sorry!” he shouted at you, as he finally grabbed your arm.
“you’re sorry steve? sorry for what? breaking my heart? making me the bad guy? cheating on me with her?” you tore your arm away from him, pain and rage evident in your eyes.
“i never cheated, y/n, and you know that,” he huffed.
“steve, you told natasha all about the future you planned with her. how you would marry her, and build a life with her, how you loved her more than life itself. if that’s not basically cheating than what is?” you were heartbroken after hearing all about how he acted whilst you two were together.
“i loved you through everything, and you waited for something small and so obscure to happen so you could break my heart, because my love never mattered to you, not if you were acting like that.”
it took you two weeks
to go off and date her
guess you didn’t cheat
but you’re still a traitor
two weeks later, standing alone at another grand party, you were still heartbroken. slightly less, however as the two you dread most were not in attendance.
how your closest friends knew everything that was going on, and never mentioning a single bit to you might have been the worst part. while it most definitely came second to being mind cheated on with a coworker, you had lost every bit of trust you had given said friends.
which led you to a difficult position. one that could harm the potential future of the team. but you were basically already decided. how could you be expected to work with people who don’t have your back?
you can’t.
you planned on announcing your retirement from the team tonight, you weren’t sure whether you would give up the superhero life or continue as an outside agent. but you would figure that out.
steve and natasha entered just as you turned around from getting another drink. you were hoping they wouldn’t show up, hoping they wouldn’t hear directly from you about the retirement.
everyone welcomed them in with open arms, except for the one person who you knew had been there for you. the one person who had your back for the majority of your time as an avenger. james rhodes.
“are you sure you wanna do this? i mean it’s a big step.”
“i can’t work with a team i know doesn’t have my back.” rhodey nodded, he understood and he had your back no matter what you decided.
“everyone we have an announcement!” natasha shouted, the music lowering significantly as she tried to grab everyone’s attention.
“i also have an announcement,” you shouted after she got the room quiet. she shot you a dirty look but you pretended not to notice.
“after some time, we are officially boyfriend and girlfriend!” natasha and steve seemed elated to be together, happier than you had seen him throughout your relationship.
everyone applauded them as they stepped down to let you on the makeshift podium. you stepped up, stomach churning after that announcement.
“a lot has happened in the past couple weeks that has really solidified my decision on this. i know rhodey has been notified about this and so has agent fury but i am announcing my official retirement form the avengers.” a collective gasp was heard around the room as you stepped down.
“why are you punishing us over something that’s not even our fault?” wanda asked, seemingly heartbroken.
“you guys didn’t have my back when i needed you, you all lost the trust i had in you. i can’t work like that.” you turned your back and began to walk away. getting nearer and nearer towards the exit made your breathing speed up. until you were stopped by a hand gripping your wrist.
“don’t leave, y/n, cmon, you know we’re sorry.” steve spoke, his voice low and slow.
“i any do it, steve. i wasn’t just back stabbed by you, it was by all of the team.”
“i never cheated on you.”
“i know, but you’re still a traitor.”
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The Other Woman - Steve Rogers smut
The one where Steve is tired of pretending he doesn’t want another woman.
Warnings: infidelity, smut, breeding kink, humiliation, friendship betrayal, angst
Word count: 1.5k<
A/N: I’m weirdly proud of this piece because it was written as a way of coping with my self-harm. Instead of hurting myself physically, I sat down and wrote what my worst nightmare would look like. I can’t say I’ll never write anything like this again, because this was extremely cathartic in a way I can’t comprehend, but anyway, here it is. It’s written entirely in Steve’s P.O.V. and it’s open to interpretation if reader’s the one being cheated on or the one with whom Steve cheats.
I could feel her eyes on me all the way across the room. If I was another man - the strong man everyone expected me to be all the time - I would have been able to ignore it. But I knew I wasn’t. I knew I was weak, still the skinny little boy from Brooklyn who couldn’t believe a woman would even look my way, much less want me this badly.
That was why I excused myself from the conversation I was pretending to have and made my way towards my wife. That was why I made some lame excuse about having a headache - something I wasn’t even able to feel - and told her I was leaving for the night. That was why I went back to my room, sat down on my bed and waited for her, knowing eventually, she’d come inside.
“Steve?” She still sounded hesitant when she pushed the door open, wide eyes looking for me and finding me on the edge of my bed, waiting for her. Immediately, instinctively, I reached out for her, needing to feel her skin, her warmth, to know she really was there.
“How much did you drink?” I asked, not wanting her to regret this any more than she already would tomorrow morning, eyebrows furrowed as I watched her climb my lap, her dress riding up her thighs until it pooled around her hips, exposing her underwear. “You wouldn’t do this shit sober.”
“C’mon, Steve…” She whined, clearly edging the line between tipsy and drunk, and I bit my lip in a last effort to suppress my desire. Not because I didn’t want to do this, didn’t want to violate my marital bed, but because I wanted to hear her argument, needed to see her beg for me. “Let me make you feel good.”
I swallowed her next words with my mouth, tongue exploring hers with a hunger that had only proliferated after I exchanged rings with someone who wasn’t her. When her hips pressed against mine, tentatively rolling, I knew there was no way I’d ever part with her - marriage be damned.
“I know she doesn’t let you touch her the way you want to,” she whispered after we parted, eyes caring and empathetic as she leaned her face on the hand with which I cradled her cheek. I didn’t need to ask, I knew how she knew it. They were best friends for a reason. I didn’t doubt that the same complaints I had trusted Bucky with a thousand times before had made their way on her ears, telling the other side of the story. “I know she can’t take it, but I want to.”
A shudder ran down my spine as her warm mouth enveloped my thumb, and when I opened my eyes again, I knew they were darker, barely recognizable. “I’ll let you use me,” she pressed on, unaware that she had already won the battle. I’d never tell her no. “Please, use me.”
The anxiety of knowing the door would open up at any second and reveal my wife’s sweet eyes as she took in this betrayal only added to my arousal. I was a terrible man, I knew - and I didn’t care. Her best friend’s underwear was gone in a second, a show of strength I didn’t need to use to impress her - her pussy was already wet, dripping for me.
“Oh, shit,” I moaned when I dipped my fingers inside of her, feeling the tightness I would soon ruin. My cock ached inside my pants, begging me to release it of its confines, shove it in a completely different one. “So wet.”
“Yeah,” she agreed, rutting against my digits, panting over my open lips. “I’ve been wanting you so bad.” A groan escaped the depths of my chest, my resolve slipping even further, almost completely out of reach. My hands abandoned her to reach for my pants, unbuttoning them and releasing my dick from it, rubbing the leaking head against her opening.
“Let me be the other woman, Steve…” She whispered against the crook of my neck, holding me tight against her while she rubbed herself against me. My heart broke a thousand times at hearing her request.
“I don’t want that,” I argued, pulling away to see her face, cradle it between my hands. “I want you to be the only woman.” She bit her lips then, taking a hold of my cock to place it where we both needed it to be, still only teasing us both.
“I want you to be mine.” And that’s when she finally sat down on me, letting me fill her, inch by glorious inch. My fingers tightened around her hips, undoubtedly leaving marks behind, but she didn’t even peep. It was almost like she liked it, knowing she brought me to the edge of my control, her head thrown back and her breasts bouncing before me as she started to ride me.
“Oh, fuck yes…” I groaned, helping her movements as I watched her, hypnotized. “This is where you belong now,” I warned her, pulling her even closer so I could kiss her again.
“Yeah?” She confirmed it, smirk on her face as she kept fucking herself on me. “This is mine now? This dick is mine now?” My body spasmed, hearing her say something like this while I was buried to the hilt inside of her was just too much to take.
“Yes, fuck yes.” I pulled her in for another kiss, letting her regain control of her movements as I had to lean back in an effort to keep myself together. The view was flawless though, and watching her breasts bounce up and down didn’t exactly help my efforts to hold on.
“Yeah? You’re not gonna fuck her anymore, Captain? Won’t let her touch you, will leave all your cum for me, forever?” Her words had me gasping, eyes widening as I suddenly realized I was fucking my wife’s best friend without any sort of protection.
It wasn’t a problem in my marriage, since my wife was on the pill and always reminded me she was never going off of it, terrified of ever getting pregnant, but I knew the same couldn’t be said about the woman on top of me.
She was fertile, I just knew it, and by the way she was frantically riding me, I knew she was just as eager to get my cum as I was to give it to her. “You want it?” I had to confirm, not believing someone - the someone I had tried not to want for so long - wanted to have my babies, give me everything I’d always dreamed of in life.
“You wanna have my babies?” In the distant part of my brain, I could still notice the door slowly opening, making me raise my gaze from her chest to see my wife’s shocked features, betraying her hurt as she took in the situation. “Say it, baby. Say you want my cum deep inside your cunt.”
Her moan resonated across the room, and I witnessed my wife flinch, profoundly hurt by the scene in our bedroom, but unable to look away. It made me even harder, somehow, and I knew right then that I was going straight to hell, but I didn’t care.
All I knew was that nothing would stop me from cumming inside the woman who was riding me, not my wife, not God himself. “I want it so badly, Stevie,” she begged, movements growing more frantic as she tried to reach her high. “Please, give it to me. Let me give you what she never could.”
The sob at the door caught her attention, and she looked over her shoulder to find her best friend staring back at her, witnessing the betrayal we were both conducting.
My fingers pressed tighter on her hips, scared she’d stop and scramble off, but she just returned her gaze to me, hips still moving. “Tell her, Stevie,” she incited, fingers tracing my jaw and dipping my head back so she could kiss down my throat. “Tell her the truth.”
A gasp escaped my lips as she bit down on the crook of my neck, my own hips jutting up to join her in bliss. “I’m in love with her,” I informed my wife, taking sick delight in the way tears started running down the cheeks I’d kissed so many times. “She’s gonna give me everything I’ve ever wanted.”
Both of us reached our highs then, me with a deep groan and her with a drawn-out moan, perfectly harmonized in the otherwise silent bedroom. By the time I managed to lay her down on the bed and ask her to show me her pussy, I’d almost forgotten about the other presence in the room, witnessing the cum dripping from the cunt of my beloved just as I was. Once she left, however, and the woman on the bed reached out for me, I could only think that this was it. This was the end of my marriage.
And I was okay with it.
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Hi! Can you please write prompts 24 and 29 (from the fluff section) with best friend Bucky please? The reader shows up at his apartment even though they canceled their plans together, but he ends up being glad that she came because they have such a cozy and enjoyable time. And maybe a bit of ✨feelings✨ work their way into the air as well. Thanks!
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BUCKY BARNES X READER
Prompt 24- “It’s pouring rain, why are you here?”
Prompt 29 - “Thank you for staying with me”
SUMMARY: Bucky cancels your traditional Saturday night plans after a terrible mission and you decide to surprise him at his doorstep.
WARNINGS: Mentions of Death and Killing
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When you were just a six years old girl, your innocence was exchanged for the horrible guilt of each killing HYDRA had forced upon you. And years later the vivid images of each life you ended - the victims' pleading faces, their eyes entrances to their bleeding souls in comparison to their pulped lips, the blood drizzling down their chin. Every little detail still imprinted into your memory, haunting you in your sleep.
When Steve first introduced you to the team, you were a shy, distrustful sixteen year old, talking only when necessary, hiding behind Steve when someone else entered a room or busy yourself in work to ignore the presence of others. With little to no talking and barely making yourself known, everyone still took a liking to you rather quickly, especially one ex-HYDRA-assassin. The Winter Soldier. James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes.
The small lopsided smiles he exchanged with you from across the room, the quiet "good morning's" handed to you on a breakfast plate when he dishes up his plate from behind you, the silent conversations spoken between empathetic eyes and the first night he helped you calm down from a nightmare. These were all contributions leading up to the best friendship you never thought you'd find.
The night he calmed you down from your nightmare, he suggested a movie night - junk food, cuddling, talking and the best movies ever. And from that night on, it became tradition. After a long week's work you would hang out at each other's apartments, watch a movie, eat junk food, cuddle and talk about what there's to talk about. This continued for about two years and plans rarely got canceled, unless it was utterly necessary.
It was nearing the evening and you were searching for some clothes to put on before Bucky came over, when you got the phone call. "Hey Y/N" your heart contracted and relaxed hard against your ribcage at the sound of his voice. 'control yourself Y/N, it's just Bucky!!!' you steadied your breathing in hopes to calm your perceptible-to-a-super soldier's ears heartbeat before your voice traveled through the telephone line. "Hey, how was the mission?" you ask, putting on your last shoe. "That's why I called" you froze at his words, your heart rate accelerating at the thought of something going wrong on the mission. "What happened? Are you okay? Are you hurt? Was it-" "Y/N" Bucky called for your attention "I'm okay" he let out a small chuckle at your concern, but then the line got dead silent.
You could hear your heart tearing a bit further with every few words spoken. "I know we would have hung out at your apartment tonight and all, but after today's mission I just need a break and I'm really tired and I don't want to get ready to leave my apartment now... So I was wondering if we could maybe continue our tradition next week?" "It's okay Bucky, I understand. I want you to sleep and get comfortable after your hard work. There will be many more Saturday nights for movie nights." you assured him. "You sure?" you don't miss the lingering sadness in his voice and the throat clearing as disguise for a small sob. "100% sure" "Thank you so much for understanding Y/N, it means a lot to me" "no problem...NOW GO LIE DOWN!!" you cover your strictness with an ending laugh, but your heart is shattered into uncountable pieces - 'I'm not seeing him tonight, just another week...maybe I can go check up on him tomorrow?' "Yes mother... bye Y/N" "Bye Bucky" and then you hang up.
'The mission must have been terrible, why else would he cancel?' Then it streaks you - 'it was a HYDRA mission... he probably relived so many memories. He needs support through this time. That's why he sounded so sad to cancel!!' when you force your thoughts to stop and not make conclusions or bad assumptions you notice that you've already picked up your car keys and were halfway through the door.
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In the car you push the key into the ignition and force the key right. Before you depart though you see the fuel gauge alerting you that your vehicle does not contain enough fuel for your trip to Bucky. "Damn it!" you hit the steering wheel, before yanking your door back open and storming out. 'Guess I'll have to walk then' you start your trip to the pizza place to pick up the usual pizza order. As you walk you can hear the thunder rolling in, hoping that you'll be snuggled next to Bucky when the storm starts and not be unfortunate enough to get caught in it.
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"Thank you" you thank the lady handing you the pizza boxes and head out the door to your next stop - the small convenience store for some more snacks. The clouds were joining together fast, accompanying the howling wind and coloring the sky a dark grey. You wore goosebumps on your sleeves and let the wind blow your hair into different directions. 'Please don't start to rain before I get to Bucky'
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While you chose out the snacks you could hear the faint dripping of the cloud's tears coming in contact with the roof and tar road. The smell of petrichor wafts through the air and twirls into your nose. For a moment you relax at the earthy smell, but then you remember "Bucky needs all the support he can get in this time' and you hurry to the cashier with the basket full of refreshments.
When you exit the convenience store it is pouring rain. 'Great, just great' you sigh and zip down your jacket to protect most of the food from getting wet. You run from one underroof location to the next, preventing being soaked to the bone, but the last underroof hiding to Bucky's apartment is quite the distance and you prepare yourself for the shower.
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*knock, knock, knock*
Bucky opens the door, only to find you drenched on his doorstep. Bucky takes a quick glance outside his door to the wet outside world. "It's pouring rain, why are you here?" you don't know if you should take his words as an offense or as words of concern, but you go with the former. "I know you didn't wanna hang out, but then it struck me that it was a HYDRA mission and then you sounded so defeated over the phone, so I thought you might want some comfort or some food or both... and now that I think about it, it was stupid to come here in the first place, I mean after you told me that you wanted some rest and sleep and now I'm talking to much," you immediately stop your rambling when you see Bucky's face contort into one of adoration. "I think you read the situation right doll... why don't you come in and I can find you something dry and comfortable to wear?" he asks, already ushering you into his apartment.
"Why didn't you take the car?" Bucky yells over his shoulder as he searches through his closet for something you can wear. "I wanted to, but when I started the car I saw that I wouldn't have enough fuel to make it to here, sooo...." Bucky throws you a shirt and some sweatpants and you thank him before making your way to the bathroom to get changed.
"Which movie do you want to watch?!" Bucky asks through the bathroom door, pressing his ear against the wood, even though he could have heard you from anywhere with his super soldier hearing. "We don't have to watch a movie if you don't want to!" you yell back, silently giving Bucky the opportunity to decide what he wants to do after the heart breaking mission. "No, I want to... I mean you didn't get soaked for nothing" his laugh mends your broken heart. "Then you can pick the movie!" "Okay doll!"
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When you're finished getting dressed you make your way to the living room, where you find Bucky huddled up in blankets, between the pizza boxes and snacks, with the movie ready to start. You make yourself comfortable next to him and snuggle into his chest. 'remember this is all about Bucky, make him feel special, he shouldn't make me feel special' "Do you want to talk about the mission before we start the movie?" you politely ask, worried for your friend's mental stability . "Well... when we were infiltrating the base, I just got these flashbacks about the innocent lives I've taken, I could see their pained faces and pleading eyes looking at the monster in front of them, and then I saw the room where they brainwashed me, it was all just to much for me"
You lift your head from Bucky's chest and take his vibranium hand into your hand, to show him that he is not a monster and neither a harmful soldier. "You are not a monster... do you see me as a monster?" "No" "Well then you shouldn't think of yourself as one, because I also killed those people, Bucky, I didn't have a choice and neither did you" you let a moment of silence follow for the words to sink into his mind and utter the last words "I love you for who you are Bucky and you should never forget that" "You love me?" "Uhh...yeahhh, and I have for the past two years, sine that first night you calmed me from my nightmare." you shyly fumble with the hem of your shirt, shocked at the confession that slipped past your lips. "And you're only telling me this now because....?" "because I didn't want to ruin our friendship, you're the only person I have left and I don't want to lose you too." You start to tear up at the thought of losing Bucky, but he is quick to soothe your fear "Who said anything about leaving? he takes your fumbling hands into his, gaining your attention. "I love you too Y/N, more than just a friend."
There's a few moments of silence exchanged between the two of you - the conversation playing on repeat in your minds, loving and longing looks shared and Bucky's thumb circling your wrist. "Y/N, I want to ask you something" "Go ahead" you are almost to afraid to listen to his words 'what if he doesn't want this?!' "would you like to be my girlfriend?" those seven words rocked your world and for the second time that day your heart shatters into pieces, but this time from the loud, excited thumping against your ribcage. "Yes, yes, yes, yes!!! I would love that Bucky!!!" you can't contain your excitement and it makes Bucky give you a proud, genuine smile.
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After the movie, you were still cuddled up to Bucky's side, resting your head on his chest and listening to the rhythmic beats of his heart. You were playing with his dog tags, tracing the engraved titles and flicking it between your different fingers. You let out a yawn and rub your heavy eyes. "How are you still not sleeping Bucky?" "It might take a while with all the memories floating inside my head, but I'll eventually fall asleep, don't you worry about me doll" "I'm always here if you need to talk okay? Even when I'm sleeping at 03:00 in the morning" you give him the only smile you could muster up in your tired state 'just imagine how tired he should be feeling' Bucky lets out a breathless laugh and the rumbling in his chest, sends shock waves straight to your tired and battered heart.
Your eyes flutter closed, but you once again force them open - perhaps you were scared that it was all just a dream and that when you woke up, you'd have to, once again, walk with the secret of loving Bucky and having no idea what to do with it. Bucky bends over and leaves a kiss at the top of you head "Thank you for staying with me" he whispers into your ear. "Always"
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treat you better | b.b
pairing : bucky barnes x reader
word count : 900+
summary : bucky hates y/n’s shitty boyfriend
warnings : swearing, toxic af boyfriend, gaslighting, manipulative behaviour, violence (hints of domestic), protective bucky
It was the second time that week that Bucky heard Y/N crying. And it was only Wednesday. He knew why, too. That awful boyfriend of hers.
In Bucky's day, no one would ever treat a woman the way Y/N's boyfriend treated her. It enraged him, regardless of his feelings towards her. No one, least of all Y/N, deserved this.
Y/N treated her boyfriend as though he was the best thing in her life, while he treated Y/N as though she were nothing but an inconvenience. He would make plans, only to cancel last minute. He would go out with friends, not bothering to tell her where or even let her know he was safe. But if Y/N was out with the Avengers, he demanded she text him all night, and if she took too long to reply, he would call and shout at her.
He was jealous too, particularly of Bucky. This meant that whenever her boyfriend was around, Y/N wouldn't talk to Bucky much, knowing she would be in trouble if she did. But he could have as many female friends as he wanted, and Bucky had heard him shouting at Y/N when she told him she didn't like one of them.
"What, so I can't have female friends?" He'd yelled. "You realise how toxic that is, huh?"
While all this was going on, Bucky had to sit on the sidelines and watch, not wanting to stick his nose where it doesn't belong. But at night, when he could hear Y/N cry from the room next to his, he couldn't help but be there for her.
He knocked softly on her bedroom door, hearing the sound of her sniffling as he waited patiently. When she opened up, her eyes were rimmed red, her lips slightly swollen. There was a red mark on her cheek, the hint of a bruise forming.
"Come here," Bucky whispered, pulling her into his arms, nudging the door shut with his foot.
Despite his rage at seeing the mark on Y/N’s face, he held himself together, his need to be there for her stronger than his desire to beat the shit out of her boyfriend for laying a hand on her.
Y/N's shoulder shook with silent sobs, her face buried between Bucky's shoulder and neck. He gently stroked her hair, hushing her as she wrapped her arms around his abdomen.
"It's alright, doll," he murmured. "He's not going to hurt you again."
"I know," she sniffled. "I’m going to break up with him."
Bucky didn't know what to say, so he just held her tighter, her small frame pressed against his muscled body.
“Will you...be there?” She asked.
“Of course I will,” Bucky replied.
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"I'm sorry, what?" Her boyfriend demanded.
Y/N decided to break up with her boyfriend in the lounge, so if anything got out of hand, Bucky and Steve, who were waiting close by, could step in.
"I want to break up."
She had been planning this conversation for a few days now, with the help of Bucky. The bruise on her face was still visible, a reminder every time she looked in the mirror why she was doing this. Already, the conversation was going exactly as she thought it would, and she was grateful Bucky and Steve were near.
"No."
Y//N clenched her jaw, standing her ground. "You don't have a choice. It's over."
"Who do you think you are?!" He raged. "After everything I've done for you, you think you can just abandon me?"
"You hit me," she said calmly. "I won't have that. You crossed a line."
"I said sorry, what more do you want from me?" He raised his voice. "You're seriously going to break up with me over this?"
"Not just this, but yes," Y/N spoke carefully. "We're done Brad, please leave."
This was the signal for Steve and Bucky to walk in, both shooting Y/N's now ex-boyfriend intimidating glares.
"Are you fucking kidding me?! Him?!" " He yelled, referring to Bucky. "Did you cheat on me!?"
"No," Y/N snapped. "But I know you cheated on me."
"You can't prove it," he sneered.
"I don't need to, we aren't together anymore so I don't care. Leave."
Brad took a threatening step towards Y/N, but before he could get any closer, Bucky stepped between them. Brad tried to shove him away in a pathetic attempt to assert dominance. Bucky, of course, didn't budge.
"She asked you to leave," he said. "So leave."
Brad scoffed, but got the hint, turning to leave. Not trusting him to actually leave, Bucky followed a close distance behind him as he headed through the compound to the main entrance and exit.
"She was a whiny bitch anyway," Brad called out to Bucky. "She's all yours."
Quick as lightning, Bucky grabbed Brad by his shoulders and slammed him into the wall. "If you ever touch her again," Bucky spat. "I will fucking kill you. You got that?"
"Yes, sir," Brad said, shaking slightly.
"Get the fuck out."
Bucky let him go and he scrambled away. He'd shown a lot of restraint by not beating the shit out of him like he wanted to, but at least he scared him away, hopefully permanently.
"You're pretty intimidating," Y/N said from behind Bucky. "Thank you."
"No problem, doll," he said. "You okay?"
Y/N nodded, stepping forward to embrace Bucky, wrapping her arms around his neck. He squeezed around her waist, finally content.
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For The Lover That I Lost (Wanda Maximoff/ Reader)
Hello! Welcome to part 9, inspired by Sam Smith’s “For the Lover That I Lost”. This now takes place post-civil war.
Summary: Y/n and Wanda are finally able to talk. Will the talk end in love or tragedy?
“All of the memories feel like magic, all of the fighting seemed so sweet. All that we were, my love, was tragic and you're the last thing that I need.”
“Do you think we could have that talk now?”
For a moment you just stared at the clouds floating past the small window you were seated by and let the question hang in the air. She had given you space for a few hours, but you knew this moment was bound to come.
The problem was that your healing was precarious, you knew that, and you didn’t know if it could withstand a conversation that was sure to open the wounds you had spent months patching up.
“Y/n?” Wanda called, cautiously placed a hand on your shoulder.
With a deep breath you turned your body to face her. “I thought about it, and I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Wanda.” You answered honestly.
Her brow furrowed slightly, “I understand your hesitation, but-“
“Look, Wanda, allow me to save you the trouble.” You began steadily, “You’re sorry for how everything happened. I accept your apology. You don’t want to lose me from your life. Give me some time and then we’ll work on rebuilding the friendship. Did I get everything?”
She stared at you, her eyes troubled. “Well, not exactly, I was trying to-“
Once again, you interrupted her. “And I won’t stand between you and Vision.” You added with a snap, as if you had just remembered something important.
“Will you stop interrupting me?” Wanda exclaimed, shocking you into silence. “Sorry, I just-… I forgot how stubborn you can be.” She rubbed her arm in embarrassment.
You stared at her silently, granting her wish of no interruptions. Waiting for her to get to her point, that you still weren’t sure you wanted to hear.
As you observed her, you noticed the way she nervously spun the ring she was wearing on her finger while she seemed to ponder where to begin. “Have you always done that?” you gestured to her hands, unable to stop yourself from asking.
Her eyebrows raised at your question, obviously not expecting it. “I…” she thought about it for a moment, then ducked her head slightly. “I guess it was something that I picked up from you. For so long, your nerves were intertwined with my own that it just became a habit from watching you, I guess.” She mumbled.
You bit your lip and nodded but said nothing, taking note of how her eyes closely observed the action. You gestured for her to go on.
Wanda took a deep, steadying breath, making sure she maintained eye contact with you. “First, I am no longer with Vision. I haven’t been for months.” Your eyebrows raised curiously. “You were right though, part of what I wanted to talk about was how sorry I am. Y/n, I am, so, so, sorry. You deserved so much more than what I gave you. I don’t expect you to forgive me because I certainly don’t forgive myself.” The sincerity in her voice took you by surprise.
The glassy look in her eyes and prominence of her accent were tell-tale signs of how upset she was. It was information you wished you didn’t know anymore. You dropped your gaze to your lap, it was easier this way.
“There is no excuse-“ she continued until a quiet knock on the wall made her stop. You both looked over to see a sheepish looking Steve Rogers standing a few feet away.
“Sorry to interrupt. Again.” He coughed awkwardly. “I just wanted to let you know we’ve landed at our temporary hide-out. It’s that house up in the distance.” He gestured vaguely as the door to the quinjet opened to reveal an open field with an unsuspecting two-story house located in the center.
Under normal circumstances you would have thought it was a beautiful sight. The knowledge that you were all there on the run, tarnished that though. You let out a quiet breath. “It’s beautiful. Where exactly are we?”
“Spain. A very rural area at that.” He replied easily.
Despite the view, Wanda couldn’t take her eyes off you. She needed to talk to you uninterrupted and it seemed as though the universe was actively trying to prevent that from happening. All she could do was hope that this wasn’t an omen. That she still had a chance.
“How long will we be here?” Wanda questioned, finally tearing her eyes away from you.
At the question, Steve shifted in discomfort. “A few days... if that. When Natasha arrives, it’ll be best if we split into small groups at most. We’re wanted fugitives now.”
“Natasha?” you asked with a tilt of your head, distinctly remembering her on Tony’s side.
Steve nodded. “She helped me and Bucky get out. She’s wanted now too.”
Both you and Wanda shared a look of surprise, Wanda speaking up before you could say anything. “Thank you for the update, Steve. We’ll meet the rest of you inside.”
With a knowing nod, Steve took the hint and turned to catch up with Sam who had already began walking ahead. “Guess we better head out.” you mumbled.
“Can we take a walk before we go in? I’d really like to finish our conversation.” Wanda requested hesitantly, her eyes pleading.
With another steadying breath, you nodded. She seemed determined and obviously wasn’t going to let this go. “Okay, Wanda.” You stood up and walked with her out of the quinjet, veering to a small path that was on the side of the house rather than going inside.
After walking a decent amount, Wanda stopped and took your hand, effectively stopping you as well. You looked at her expectantly. She decided she couldn’t handle another interruption and decided to just be bold. “You’re the love of my life.”
Her words were so unexpected that you just stared at her for a moment, opening and closing your mouth as you tried to process. “I’m sorry, what?” you eventually choked out.
“You are the love of my life.” She repeated with three light squeezes to your hand. “Pushing you away – not fighting for you – was the biggest mistake of my life. A mistake I never plan on making again. I was confused and thought that my powers were tied to my heart. I was wrong. The only person that has ever held my heart and will ever hold my heart is you. I want to grow old with you. I want you for the rest of my life.” Her words were passionate and desperate as she tried to express the true contents of her heart, hoping you’d believe her.
Disbelief was the only thing you could feel as you watched her shimmering eyes remain on yours. Shortly following the break-up you had dreamed of a moment like this. Not anymore though. You couldn’t. You had spent months learning to live without her. The risk of allowing her back into your heart came at much too high a cost. You wouldn’t recover a second time. “I-I learned to live without you, Wanda. I can’t risk it with you again. I’ve played before and lost.” You answered, finally pulling your hand out of her grasp.
“Do you still love me?” she asked in a pleading tone, ignoring your words. She took your hands back in hers, you noticed that they were shaking ever so slightly. “Tell me you still love me. Please.”
You swallowed thickly and met her eyes, “I don’t love you anymore.” You said weakly, so weakly that you didn’t even believe it yourself.
Wanda shook her head, clearly on the verge of tears. “I don’t believe you. I know you still love me. A love like ours doesn’t just go away. I love you, Y/n. Let me show you.” Without a moment’s hesitation, she took your face in her hands and connected your lips passionately.
Wanda sighed contently at the contact she had been missing, the way you both fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. The rush of electricity was a feeling she longed for. Getting swept up in the moment, you returned her kiss temporarily before the shock wore off and the hurt settled once again.
Pushing at her shoulders you quickly stepped back. “You can’t just kiss me and expect everything to go away, Wanda.” You shouted at her. “I think I should go.” You mumbled turning to leave.
Watching you walk away again was a nightmare vision to Wanda and she would be damned if she gave up so easily again. She ran and stopped so she was directly in your path, preventing you from going any further. “Y/n, please, I can’t imagine my life without you” The tears she had been holding back bubbled over the surface and fell down her cheeks. You fought the urge to brush them away.
“You know, I used to think of you as the person that I was going to spend the rest of my life with too. As somebody who would never hurt me. Ever.” Wanda listened to you quietly as tears flowed more steadily down her cheeks. “Now all I see when I look at you is that last moment on the roof. Of you with him. It doesn’t matter what you say, or what you do… it’s too late.”
A sob escaped Wanda’s lips as she briefly covered her face with her hands. “Y/n, please… This can’t be it.”
“It is though.” Blinking back tears, you moved to step around her.
“Y-you’re a coward!” She cried after you, at your retreating figure. The pain clear in her voice.
Anger quickly replaced the anguish at her words. You spun around to face her, her jaw clenched. You couldn’t believe her. “I’m the coward? No, Wanda, you are!” you shouted back.
The woman in question ran a hand through her hair, tears falling even faster. She seemed at a loss. “You’re the one that chose to run instead of staying and fighting!”
Her words made something in you crack, she had no right to be angry. To pin the demise of what you both once were on you. “How is that fair?” you snapped at her. “I was supposed to stay and fight for someone who had very clearly decided they didn’t want me anymore? You don’t get to pardon yourself. The ashes of our relationship are on you and you alone.” You gritted out bitterly.
For a moment she just stared at you, her chest heaving as she clutched at her chest. Almost as though your words physically impacted her. “I…I’m sorry.” she took a deep breath and recollected herself. She reached out to you, you stepped back. Her face contorted in pain at the knowledge that you didn’t want her anymore.
“I know I don’t deserve it and you have no reason give it to me, but please, give us a second chance. Let me prove to you I mean what I say, to prove that you… you are everything. There will never be anyone else. I love you.” her eyes met yours pleadingly, slowly breaking before your very eyes.
You took your own deep breath and braced yourself for the words you were about to say. “Wanda, we don’t stand a chance. It’s sad, but it’s true. We’re bound to end in tragedy.” You said quietly, staring off in the distance because you weren’t sure you could handle watching her reaction. “It’s time to move on.”
Like a magnet though, your eyes found hers either way.
Broken. That’s the only word that came to mind when you saw her expression. Broken sobs left her lips. Her eyes glistened as they desperately searched yours for something, something that you had blocked off long ago. “You don’t mean that.” She whispered, her lips trembling along with her words.
You shut your eyes for a moment and prepared yourself to close the door on what you both had. “Goodbye, Wanda.” You whispered as you walked off without looking back.
If you did, you would have seen the way she fell to her knees. The knowledge that she had no one to blame for her own broken heart but herself bringing her to her knees. She buried her face in her hands as sobs wracked through her body. Longing for the comfort of your arms.
Silent tears rolled down your cheeks as you listened to the sound of her cries in the distance, but you knew it was for the best... At least you hoped it was.
That night Steve announced that it would be in everyone’s best interest to split up for the time being as he handed out older phones to everyone so each of you could be contacted and check in. After his announcement everyone retreated to their room. You quietly let Steve know where you planned on going and told no one else.
As you discreetly prepared to leave the following morning, you found a dozen flowers at your door, half purple violets and half white dittanies. The memory of the last time you saw these flowers filled your mind bittersweetly. A memory that no longer felt like it belonged to you.
When Wanda awoke, she was disappointed to find the flowers she had gifted you back at her door and the room you were staying in empty. Even if her heart ached, she knew that she couldn’t give up. She’d try and try again because your love was worth fighting for and she wouldn’t let you go again. She was determined to spend the rest of her life trying to win you back if she had to. There was no other path for her.
And there we have chapter 9! Angst, angst, angst. I got a little carried away lol. Only 3 more to go, where do you think the reader and Wanda will go from here? As always, hope you all enjoyed and thoughts and comments always welcome.
P.s. did anyone catch a hint of a different Sam Smith song in there? It may be a hint for the next chapter, it may not be. Still deciding.
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