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sweetiebugwrites · 1 month ago

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Marvel VS Kissing

Fandom: Marvel, Avengers

Pairing: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Thor Odinson, Peter Parker, Sam Wilson

Notes: Marvel Headcannons. As always, I've not proofread and let me know if you have any feedback. <3

Steve Rogers – The Gentleman

Style: Slow, deliberate, and reverent.Steve kisses like every moment with you is precious. He’s the type to pause just before he kisses you, letting that one breath of tension build before he closes the distance. There’s a sense of awe in the way he touches you—his hand often gently cupping your cheek, thumb brushing your skin like he’s memorizing every part of you.

Forehead kisses? Constant. He adores them.

He’s not overly possessive in public, but when the moment’s private, he’ll kiss you like it’s the last time before a battle.

Whispered “You okay?” or “I missed you” between kisses. He’s verbal. He wants you to know how he feels.

Freebie: Rain. Slow dancing. Quiet after an argument. He’s all about emotional resonance.

Sweet Love in Jazz Park

They ducked beneath the edge of the old park gazebo, where the string lights swayed gently in the breeze. The crowd was thinning, laughter fading under umbrellas and retreating footsteps, but Steve didn’t want to leave—not yet.

“Looks like we’re not the only ones caught off guard.” You said, wringing the fresh water droplets from your hair, your eyes never leaving Steve’s.

He smiled softly, wiping a drop from his nose. “Yeah, but I’m glad I’m with you.” The words felt like an unexpected gift, as if they were both testing the edges of something new. His voice, low and honest, felt steady and sure.

A few seconds passed, the rain still pouring down in sheets around you both, but it didn’t matter anymore. The world had narrowed to just this—a small, quiet space where you don’t need words to feel everything that needed to be said.

Steve stepped closer, one hand gently brushing your cheek, his thumb catching a stray raindrop, and without hesitation, he leaned in.

It wasn’t a kiss born from fireworks or passion—it was softer than that. It was the kind of kiss that spoke of beginnings, of the small moments that create something bigger. A kiss of trust, of vulnerability, of something still unfolding.

Bucky Barnes – The Desperate Softness

Style: Raw, emotional, and grounding.Bucky’s kisses feel like they’re pulling him back into the present. He kisses you to remind himself he’s alive, that he’s loved, and that he’s safe. He can go from slow and soft to desperate and needy in a heartbeat, especially when he’s scared of losing you.

Often buries his hands in your hair, pulling you in like he’s afraid to let go.

Prefers private moments—he’s uncomfortable with too many eyes, but behind closed doors, he’s endlessly affectionate.

Loves quiet, close kisses where your foreheads rest together after. He breathes with you.

Freebie: Kissing your knuckles or the back of your hand when words won’t come.

I’m Done Holding Back

Bucky had been quiet in your shared room when you had asked if he was alright. He insisted he wasn’t but it was okay, that he had you and that he was just thinking, which was never fully a good thing when he was left to simmer too long by himself. You let him rant, only offering silent encouragement.

“I want to show you something, though. Something that’s mine. That’s ours.”

He stepped closer to you, closing the distance between you with a purposeful stride. You didn’t back away, didn’t hesitate. Instead, meet him halfway, your breath hitching as your bodies were just inches apart.

Bucky hesitated for a moment, then reached up, his fingers grazing your cheek gently, almost as if testing the sensation of having control of this moment—having control over himself. His eyes searched for any trace of doubt, but there was nothing. Only love. Only trust.

And then, without another word, he kisses you.

It wasn’t a tentative, unsure action. It wasn’t a soft or gentle press of the lips. It was a kiss of desperation—the kind of kiss you give when you need to remind yourself of your own humanity, when you need to prove that you are alive.

Thor Odinson – The Gentle Storm

Style: Passionate, dramatic, and joyful.Thor is an all-consuming romantic. He kisses like he loves—with the force of thunder and the warmth of sunlight. There’s no holding back. Every kiss feels like he’s celebrating life, like you’re the most important moment in the universe right now.

Likes to dip you without warning.

Palm cradling your face, leaning in with eyes sparkling, then brushing your lips like it’s a ritual.

Loud laughter after kisses. “By the Norns, you’re magnificent.”

Freebie: He kisses your forehead and nose when he’s being playful, but crashes into your mouth when he’s serious.

Let Me Worship You

The fire crackles low. Outside, rain falls in sheets. Inside, Thor kneels behind you on the fur-draped floor, brushing your hair away from your neck with the gentleness of a poet.

You don’t speak. You don’t need to.

He presses a kiss just below your ear, slow and reverent. Then another, lower. His breath is warm, his touch even warmer. You tilt your head slightly, giving him permission.

He murmurs something in Old Norse against your skin—his voice like velvet and thunder.

You twist to face him, and when your eyes meet, he looks almost shy for a second. Then his lips find yours—deep, slow, sacred. Like you’re the treasure at the heart of Asgard. Like kissing you might bring back the stars.

“I have seen a thousand galaxies.” He says softly, lips brushing yours again. “None are more radiant than you.”

Peter Parker – The Tender Enthusiast

Style: Sweet, nervous, and always 100% invested.Peter kisses like each time is a gift—and he doesn’t want to waste a single second of it. He’s so in love it radiates off him. Early on, he overthinks everything (Where do my hands go? Am I too much?), but once he’s comfortable with you, he’s golden.

Can’t help but smile during kisses. His lips twitch mid-kiss. He’s hopeless.

Loves quick, constant pecks throughout the day: cheek, temple, top of your head—he’s a hummingbird of affection.

But when he’s serious? He’s surprisingly good at slow, deep kisses, with hands on your waist and a whispered “You’re everything.”

Freebie: He apologizes after first kisses. “Sorry if that was—uh, I mean, was it good? You’re amazing. Can we—can I do it again?”

Unexpectedly Bold, Unshakably Confident

You’re rambling. Peter’s watching you with this half-lidded smile—quiet, focused, and something else. Something... new.

“You’re staring.” You say, finally catching it.

He tilts his head. “Yeah. I am.”

You blink. “What?”

“You look really good when you ramble.” He says, standing from his chair. He walks toward you slowly, a subtle swagger in his step. “And I’m kinda done pretending I don’t want to kiss you every time you do.”

You open your mouth to respond, but he’s already there—his hands at your hips, his mouth finding yours with certainty and heat. It’s not sloppy or shy—it’s deliberate. Practiced. Grown.

When he pulls back, you’re breathless. “Where the hell did that come from?”

His lips pull to form a sly smirk. Offering a wink to you before going back for more. (He’s been watching youtube tutorials.)

Sam Wilson – The Steady Flame

Style: Smooth, slow, and deeply reassuring.Sam kisses with intention. He’s confident, relaxed, and knows exactly how to read your energy. Every kiss from him says “You’re home.” He’s present in every moment, and he makes you feel like the most grounded, loved person in the world.

He makes eye contact first. That lingering, soul-seeing kind.

His kisses are full of warmth and pressure, but always gentle. He doesn’t rush.

Will lean in and kiss you mid-sentence if you’re rambling or worried. Just to calm you.

Freebie: Pressing a kiss to your temple and murmuring, “You’re doing great” when you doubt yourself.

I’m Not Letting You Walk Away

You’re halfway to the door, shoes on, jaw clenched. The argument was low-key but heavy, and you need air.

Sam moves before you can turn the handle.

He grabs your wrist—not hard, but firm. You turn, about to snap, but he steps into your space. No words. Just presence.

Then he kisses you.

It’s not gentle. It’s not casual. It’s him saying everything he couldn’t get out in the heat of the moment. His lips are demanding, his grip strong as his mouth claims yours like he’s trying to erase the distance between you. You kiss back, surprised, breath catching in your throat.

When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, breath shallow.

“I don’t care if we fight. I don’t care if we’re mad. But you don’t walk away. Not from me. Not from this.”

You nod, dazed. He kisses you again—softer this time—but it’s still fire under the surface.

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urdreamydoodles · 9 months ago

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MCU Characters x Fem!Reader (Part.1)

They react to your outfit for your date with them (Part.1)

As you step out for a much-anticipated date night, your partner reacts with their unique blend of admiration and protectiveness, captivated by your stunning appearance.

Characters: Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Stephen Strange, Clint Barton, Peter Parker, Thor, Loki & T'Challa

Tony Stark (Iron Man)

- Tony's eyes widen the moment you step into the room, his witty remark momentarily caught in his throat. For once, he's speechless. It's a rare sight to see him without his usual smirk, and you can't help but grin at his reaction. "Wow... just wow," he finally manages, his gaze scanning you from head to toe. He's used to being the one to impress, but tonight, you're stealing all the attention, and he loves every second of it.

- As you twirl in front of him, the soft fabric of your dress catching the light, Tony steps closer, adjusting the cufflinks on his suit as if trying to match your perfection. "You know, I always knew you were out of my league," he quips, though there's a sincere awe behind his words. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close enough that you can feel the warmth of his body through the tailored suit.

- "How am I supposed to focus on dinner when I have this sitting across from me?" he teases, his voice lowering to that playful, flirty tone that makes your heart skip. His fingers trace lightly along your back, the intimate touch sending a shiver down your spine. "Maybe we should skip the reservation altogether," Tony suggests with a grin that tells you he's only half-joking.

- Despite his playful nature, there's a tenderness in the way he looks at you, his usual bravado replaced by something softer. Tony Stark, the genius-billionaire-playboy-philanthropist, is totally smitten. "Let’s make this night one for the books, shall we?" he says, offering his arm with a rare sincerity that makes you feel like the only person in his universe.

Bucky Barnes (The Winter Soldier)

- Bucky’s not the type to show his emotions easily, but the way his jaw tightens when he sees you walk into the room speaks volumes. His blue eyes darken, tracking every movement as if he’s committing the sight of you to memory. "You look..." His voice trails off, and for a moment, he just stares, like he’s trying to find the right words but can’t. When he finally speaks, it’s almost shy. "...Incredible."

- He shifts awkwardly in his spot, his metal arm twitching slightly, a nervous habit he’s never quite shaken. Despite his quiet demeanor, there’s something fierce in the way he looks at you, like he’s still in disbelief that someone like you could be with someone like him. "I should’ve worn something nicer," he mutters, glancing down at his black jacket. You quickly reassure him with a smile, and he exhales, the tension in his shoulders easing just a bit.

- As the two of you prepare to leave, Bucky steps closer, his hand hesitantly brushing your arm before resting on your waist. His touch is gentle, but you can feel the strength behind it, the contrast between his flesh hand and the cold metal one. He leans in, his voice soft, "You make it real hard to focus on anything but you."

- He may not be as smooth with words as some, but the way Bucky looks at you says everything he struggles to express. You catch the small, rare smile tugging at the corners of his lips—one that’s just for you. He holds the door open, his protective instinct kicking in even though this is supposed to be a simple night out. But you know, with Bucky, every moment feels like it's filled with unspoken emotions, deep and unbreakable.

Steve Rogers (Captain America)

- Steve’s eyes light up the second you enter the room, his usual composed, all-American charm faltering just a little as he takes in your appearance. "Wow," he breathes, his voice soft but filled with admiration. He steps toward you, ever the gentleman, offering a hand to help you down the last few steps, even though you don’t really need it. "You look stunning," he says, his smile warm and genuine, the kind that makes your heart flutter every time.

- There’s an innocence to the way Steve reacts—like he’s seeing something truly beautiful for the first time, even though you’ve been together for a while. He straightens his jacket, a small flush creeping up his neck as if he’s the one trying to impress you, not the other way around. "I feel like I should’ve dressed up more," he jokes lightly, though his eyes don’t leave yours for a second.

- As he wraps an arm around your waist, you can feel the strength in his hold, reassuring and gentle all at once. Steve leans down to place a soft kiss on your temple, his breath warm against your skin. "I’m the luckiest guy in the world," he murmurs, his voice sincere in a way that only Steve Rogers can manage. He never takes you for granted—not for a second.

- Throughout the night, Steve can’t seem to stop glancing at you, as though he still can’t believe he gets to call you his. Even when he pulls out your chair at the restaurant or holds your hand during the walk back, there’s a quiet reverence in everything he does. "You deserve the best," he tells you, his blue eyes shining with love and respect. And you know, with Steve, he’ll always mean it.

Sam Wilson (Falcon/Captain America)

- The second Sam sees you, a wide grin spreads across his face, his usual playful confidence shining through. "Okay, hold up," he says, his voice filled with admiration as he gives you a once-over. "I didn’t think it was possible, but you just raised the bar." His gaze is warm, appreciative, and you can’t help but laugh as he walks over, his swagger evident in every step.

- "You trying to make me look bad?" Sam teases, though you can tell by the way he’s looking at you that he’s completely smitten. He reaches out, his fingers brushing against your arm before pulling you in for a quick spin. "Damn, you look good. Like, really good." There’s no holding back with Sam—he’s always been the type to say exactly what’s on his mind, and right now, all he’s thinking about is how incredible you look.

- As you walk together to the car, Sam keeps sneaking glances at you, his smile never fading. He opens the door for you with a dramatic flourish, ever the showman. "You sure we’re going to the right place? ‘Cause I feel like I should be taking you to the red carpet or something," he quips, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

- During the date, Sam is the perfect mix of fun and affectionate, cracking jokes to make you laugh while also finding moments to be sweet. At one point, he leans in close, his voice dropping to a more serious tone. "I know I joke around a lot, but... I’m really lucky to have you. You know that, right?" The sincerity in his words catches you off guard, but it’s moments like these that remind you why you fell for him in the first place. Sam Wilson may be all charm and wit, but when it comes to you, his heart is all in.

Stephen Strange (Doctor Strange)

- Stephen’s reaction is subtle but telling. His sharp eyes flick over to you the moment you enter the Sanctum, widening slightly as they trail down the length of your figure. He doesn’t speak right away, and you know you’ve caught him off guard—which, for someone like Stephen Strange, is no small feat. "You certainly know how to make an entrance," he says at last, his voice smooth, but there’s a softness in it that surprises you.

- He steps closer, his robes shifting gracefully as he reaches out, fingers lightly grazing your arm. "You look... otherworldly," he remarks, his usual confidence tempered with a kind of reverence, like he’s seeing something magical—something he didn’t conjure himself. Stephen has seen countless dimensions and mystical beings, but there’s something in the way he’s looking at you now that feels entirely human. His fingers linger, tracing the fabric of your dress, as if he's studying every detail with the same intensity he reserves for spells.

- "We might not need a portal tonight," he quips, a rare hint of humor in his voice, "because I’m not sure I want anyone else in this universe to see you like this." It’s half a joke, but there’s a protective edge beneath his words. For a moment, the Sorcerer Supreme isn’t thinking about the mystical realms or ancient threats—he’s just a man in awe of the person standing before him.

- Throughout the night, you catch him stealing glances at you when he thinks you’re not looking. There’s something grounded about Stephen tonight, a rare vulnerability. And when he slips his hand into yours as you walk through the city, it’s without pretense—just pure, quiet affection from a man who’s seen everything and still thinks you’re the most stunning thing in existence.

Clint Barton (Hawkeye)

- Clint’s eyes light up the moment he sees you. "Whoa, wait a second," he says, his voice filled with playful surprise as he looks you up and down, a grin spreading across his face. "Am I supposed to be your date tonight? Or is there some movie star hiding around here?" Clint’s always been quick with a joke, but the admiration in his eyes is genuine, and the way his voice softens just a bit tells you he’s impressed.

- He walks over to you with that easy, casual stride, hands finding their way to your waist as he pulls you in for a hug, his lips brushing against your forehead. "You clean up pretty nice," he teases, though there’s a hint of awe in his tone. Clint is used to seeing you in casual clothes or even combat gear, but tonight is different, and he’s not hiding how much he loves it.

- "Now I’m really feeling underdressed," he jokes, glancing down at his outfit, which, while nice, doesn’t quite match the level of your look tonight. He’s got that laid-back charm, but you know Clint well enough to see the little flicker of self-consciousness in his eyes, even if he hides it behind a grin. You reassure him with a smile, and he relaxes, pulling you closer as if you’re the only two people in the world.

- Clint might not make a big deal of it, but throughout the night, he can’t stop complimenting you. Whether it’s a casual “You’re killing it tonight” or a more heartfelt “I’m the luckiest guy around,” his words, though simple, are full of sincerity. He loves that you don’t need all the bells and whistles to shine, but tonight, you’ve got them, and he’s soaking up every second.

Peter Parker (Spider-Man)

- Peter’s jaw literally drops when he sees you, his wide eyes blinking in disbelief as he stumbles over his words. "Oh my gosh... wow... you—wow," he stammers, rubbing the back of his neck as his cheeks flush red. It’s adorable, watching him try and piece together a coherent sentence. "You look amazing," he finally blurts out, still staring at you like he can’t quite believe what he’s seeing.

- He’s awkward at first, nervously adjusting his tie and shifting from foot to foot, clearly trying to play it cool but failing miserably. "I—I mean, I knew you’d look great, but this? You’ve seriously outdone yourself," Peter says, and you can’t help but smile at how genuine he is. His hands hover awkwardly before he finally takes yours, squeezing them gently as he continues to fumble through his awe.

- "I’m gonna be the luckiest guy at the restaurant," he says with a grin, though you can tell he’s only half-joking. Peter’s not used to this kind of attention, and seeing you all dressed up for him has completely flustered him in the sweetest way possible. "Do I look okay?" he asks, glancing down at his suit and then back at you with a sheepish smile, clearly hoping he’s at least halfway as presentable as you are.

- Throughout the night, Peter can’t stop complimenting you, whether it’s nervously gushing over how amazing you look or cracking jokes to hide his nerves. "I don’t even know what to do with my hands," he jokes, trying to play it cool. But the way he looks at you—like you’re the most incredible person in the world—tells you everything you need to know about how much this night means to him.

Thor (God of Thunder)

- Thor’s reaction is immediate and dramatic, his booming voice filling the room the second he sees you. "By Odin’s beard, you are a vision!" he exclaims, his eyes lighting up with pure admiration. There’s nothing subtle about Thor, and his excitement at seeing you dressed up is no exception. He strides toward you with that confident, larger-than-life energy, sweeping you into a hug that lifts you off your feet for a moment.

- "This is truly a grand occasion," he declares, his deep voice rumbling with pride as he looks you over with a beaming smile. Thor isn’t shy about showing his admiration, and he’s clearly thrilled to see you looking so incredible. "You shine brighter than the stars themselves tonight," he adds, his compliments as grand and poetic as ever. His eyes sparkle with warmth, and there’s something almost boyish in the way he can’t stop looking at you.

- Thor, ever the gentleman, offers his arm with a gallant flourish, bowing slightly as if you were royalty. "Shall we make our grand entrance together?" he asks with a grin, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. There’s an infectious energy about him tonight, and you can tell he’s as excited for the evening as he is to be seen with you by his side.

- Throughout the night, Thor treats you like an absolute queen, making sure you’re comfortable and constantly reminding you of how magnificent you look. "It is an honor to stand beside someone as radiant as you," he says at one point, his voice soft and sincere. His hand never leaves yours, and with Thor, every moment feels like a celebration. He makes you feel as if the entire night revolves around you—because in his eyes, it does.

Loki (God of Mischief)

- When Loki first sees you, his reaction is subtle yet intense, his green eyes darkening as he takes you in. "Well, well," he murmurs, a sly smile playing on his lips. He doesn’t rush toward you like others might—instead, he lets his gaze linger, the look in his eyes making you feel like you’re the most captivating thing he’s ever seen. "You’ve truly outdone yourself," he says, his voice smooth as silk, full of admiration and a hint of possessiveness.

- He slowly circles around you, his fingers brushing lightly against the fabric of your dress as he takes in every detail. "I always knew you were stunning," Loki purrs, his voice dropping to a lower, more intimate tone, "but tonight, you've left even the gods speechless." He steps closer, his hand sliding to your waist, the coolness of his touch sending a shiver down your spine. His smirk widens as he feels your reaction, his teasing nature coming out in full force.

- "Shall we make all the realms jealous tonight?" he asks with a raised brow, his voice full of mischief. Loki’s always loved making an entrance, but tonight, it’s clear that he’s more focused on the fact that he has you by his side. "I daresay none will be able to take their eyes off you," he whispers, his lips brushing your ear as he speaks, making your heart race.

- Throughout the night, Loki is his usual charming, mischievous self, constantly finding ways to draw you closer—whether it’s with a flirty comment or a teasing touch. Yet, behind the playful banter, there’s something deeper in the way he looks at you, as if you’re the only person in the room who truly matters. And when he pulls you in for a slow, deliberate kiss at the end of the evening, it’s clear that he’s as captivated by you as you are by him.

T’Challa (Black Panther)

- T’Challa’s reaction is a perfect blend of admiration and quiet awe. When you enter the room, his deep brown eyes immediately lock onto you, his usually composed expression softening. "My love," he says, his voice rich and smooth, as he approaches you with a regal grace. There’s a moment of silence as he takes you in, his gaze warm but intense, as though he’s seeing you for the first time. "You look... breathtaking," he finally says, his voice full of genuine respect and adoration.

- T’Challa steps closer, his hand gently reaching for yours, lifting it to his lips to place a soft kiss on your knuckles. "You honor me with your beauty tonight," he murmurs, his eyes never leaving yours. His words are always deliberate, full of meaning, and the way he looks at you now makes it clear that he’s beyond proud to be seen with you by his side. His admiration isn’t just for your appearance—it’s for you as a whole.

- As King of Wakanda, T’Challa has attended countless events and diplomatic gatherings, but tonight, he seems more focused on you than anything else. "It is a privilege to be with you," he says softly, his hand resting on the small of your back as he guides you through the evening with his usual poise. Even in a crowd, his attention never wavers, and you feel like the center of his world.

- Throughout the night, T’Challa is the perfect gentleman, always attentive, always respectful. His hand remains intertwined with yours, and every now and then, he’ll lean in close to whisper something in your ear—small, private compliments meant only for you. "You are more beautiful than any star in the sky," he says quietly, his voice full of quiet reverence. And when the night comes to an end, T’Challa takes a moment to stand with you under the stars, pulling you into a tender embrace as if he never wants to let you go.

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jobean12-blog · 1 year ago

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Had to be You

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader (enemies to lovers ish)

Word Count: 2,270

Summary: You and Bucky have been going at each other for months. He's grumpy and defensive. You're sassy and frustrated. Steve's had enough. So when Steve steps in to do something will it work? Or will it makes things worse?

Author's Note: At this point all I want is for Bucky to kiss me senseless for the rest of my life (and do everything else) but really. Kisses. Yes please. Anyway. Thank you so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰

Warnings: some light mead comsumption, angsty ex talk, tension but softness, happy ending

“STEVEN GRANT ROGERS! You get back here right now and open this door before I kick your ass!”

Steve’s chuckle only makes you angrier. “I’ll open it when you two make nice.”

“STEVE!” you screech.

His retreating footsteps have you banging your forehead into the thick metal of the door, muttering curses under your breath.

“Please tell me Stark has some hidden exit in here somewhere?” you sigh.

“I’m going to kill Steve.”

When Bucky’s speaks his first words since you got locked in the gym together you spin to face him, eyes hard.

“Get in line Barnes!”

“Hey, look at that kids, you’re agreeing already!” Steve’s voice rings out from down the hall.

With that last remark everything goes silent other than your frustrated huffs.

“Is this actually happening?” you whine. “Can’t you just break the door down?”

Bucky’s blue eyes stare blankly and you grow more agitated.

“Why the hell did he do this?”

You glare back in his direction, hands on your hips. “Because of your sunshine and rainbows attitude toward me!”

You spit out the words, letting them drip with sarcasm.

“MY attitude?” Bucky grits out as he sticks a finger in his chest. “Doll face. I’ve been nothing but a perfect gentleman to you.” That same finger spins to point at you now.

You face him fully and take a step closer.

“Grunts do not equal a greeting and barely answering questions and barely making conversation definitely does not show your gentlemanly side!”

Bucky opens his mouth to retort but you continue on. “And what about avoiding me all together!? What the fuck is that about?”

He runs his large hand through his hair and squeezes the back of his neck, setting his lips in a hard line.

“Fuck. Please tell me there’s still some of Thor’s mead in here,” he mutters.

“Why the hell would he leave alcohol in the gym?” you ask, your brows nearly hitting your hairline.

With a shrug Bucky starts moving about and searching under things. “He likes to ‘get drunk’” and he makes air quotes as he says it, “and then show us how he can still lift heavier weights.”

You can’t help the laughter that boils up and over but you quickly cover your mouth when Bucky gives you an unamused look.

“Here it is!” he chimes, seeming far too relieved.

You move toward him as you watch him take a swig from the bottle, the muscles in his neck shifting with every swallow.

“Save some for me,” you say quietly and hold out your hand.

He smirks.

“Careful doll. Too much of this and I’ll have to carry you out of here.”

As more of the mead circulates through your body you start to relax marginally, thoughts of killing Steve slowly fading.

Bucky has been sure to keep your consumption under control and other than feeling less murderous and calmer you’re lucid.

“So,” you muse. “It doesn’t look like Steve is coming back any time soon. And we’ve been quiet. No yelling or fighting.”

Bucky simply grunts in agreement.

“SEE!” you nearly shout. “That’s exactly what I mean. I say something and your answer is a grunt…WHAT. THE. FUCK!”

While waiting for his explanation you notice a slight pink flush to his cheeks and you find it hard not to throw him a triumphant smile.

Deciding to let him off the hook for now, you ask, “how long have you known your best friend is insane?”

To your surprise, Bucky laughs. A real laugh that has his eyes crinkling and his nose scrunching up.

You try not to stare too long but you find it difficult to look away.

“Are you drunk Barnes?”

His eyes meet yours and the corner of his mouth twitches with a boyish smile.

“You’re full of questions tonight doll. And for the record it takes a lot more than this to get me drunk,” he admits as his smile widens.

He shifts in his spot on the floor, his long legs now stretched out in front of him and you can’t help but focus on his thighs and the way his jeans pull tightly over the thick muscle.

“Who knew all we needed was a little alcohol to not fight.”

You chuckle and hold your hand out for the more.

He shakes his head no and places the bottle down on the floor before leaning forward.

“I don’t want to fight with you. Ever.”

At his admission, your expression hardens.

“Then why are you so….so… unfriendly?” you ask.

“Why are you always so sassy?” he shoots back. “Seems to me like you’re the one always looking for a fight.”

His answer makes you sigh.

“I don’t see you doing that to Barton or Steve…hell anyone else!” he adds.

He waits patiently, his eyes trained on you and his body straining forward.

With more nonchalance than you feel, you confess, “you’re kind of my type. And my dating track record sucks. So…you know…”

You motion to him. All of him. His long legs, broad shoulders, hard chest, sculpted arms and his perfectly handsome face.

Stunned, Bucky stares for a second too long and too fiercely.

Heat starts to tickle your skin as you feel your body react to his focused attention.

“Are you…” he starts, before clearing his throat. “Are you telling me that you’re attracted to me and that’s why you hate me?”

The tension is thick, stretching between you for many long seconds before you wrench your eyes away and look down at your hands.

“I don’t hate you.”

Your words are quiet and the next sentence that passes your lips is even softer. “I just have a hard time trusting men.”

When he doesn’t say anything you look up at him and see the hurt etched across his features.

“Are you sure it’s not just me you don’t trust?”

At his question, the realization of what he’s implying hits you and you immediately slide closer to him and reach your hands toward him.

“No Bucky. That’s not it at all. In fact I trust you with my life…just not necessarily my heart.”

When he continues to study you, his features softening, but doesn’t speak, you add. “It’s not your fault. Really.”

“I want to know why.”

“Why what?” you ask.

“Why you don’t trust men.”

His jaw is tight and his fists are clenched in his lap.

He’s clearly distraught over the fact that you’ve been hurt and you’re sure he’s thinking the worst. It melts you more and you want to reach out and trace the hard line of his jaw to reassure him.

“It’s not anything that bad. I’ve just been hurt. A lot. And not just in romantic relationships. Friendships too.”

He scowls. “In what ways?”

You shrug like it’s nothing.

“What is there to say? The first real relationship I was in ended when he found something better. He told me when we broke up, ‘why would I say with you when I can do better’.”

“That motherfucker,” Bucky fumes as he opens and closes his metal fist, the whirring metal sounds momentarily distracting you.

“Yeah. But that wasn’t the last. My boyfriend after that I found out was sleeping with my friend. Or I thought she was my friend.”

“Fucking hell. Please tell me you’re kidding.”

He stands slowly, visibly agitated.

“And we haven’t even gotten to my last boyfriend yet. Better sit back down.”

“I’m too fucking pissed off to sit,” he growls.

“Honestly, it’s more my fault. I knew I shouldn’t have dated him. He was just like the rest and when my friend sent me a video of the two of them fucking I was hardly surprised.”

You couldn’t look at Bucky anymore and you dropped your eyes.

“Guess I’m just not good enough to stick around for.”

“Fuck,” he exhaled. “Doll.”

He sat down in front of you, forcing your attention back to him.

“Please don’t tell me you really believe that.”

You give him an exasperated look. “After being dumped three times you kind of start to believe it.”

Suddenly, he kicks at one of the weight machines, making the metal creak and bend then he falls to his knees in front of you and takes your hands in his.

The smell of him surrounds you and you have no where to look but into his eyes.

“These men,” and he spits out the last word. “Fuck that, they aren’t men. These pieces of shit have no idea what a gift you are and they don’t deserve you. They deserve a fucking beating.”

“Bucky.”

You squeeze his hands. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” he counters. “Tell you the truth? Tell you that you’re gorgeous, sexy, smart, and kind.”

His eyes drop to your mouth and he licks his lips.

“Hardly kind,” you scoff. “Look how poorly I treated you.”

He reluctantly drags his eyes from your mouth and determination hardens his gaze.

“Nah doll face. I get it now. And honestly, a lot of that is on me. I couldn’t understand why someone as perfect as you wanted anything to do with me. I put up my defensives the only way I know how.”

You whisper his name hoarsely and run your thumb along his jawline.

His eyelashes flutter against his cheeks and he exhales.

Even if you wanted to you couldn’t stop the way your body moved closer to his and when he slides his hand up your arm and around the back of your neck your lips part in a gasp.

Just as you feel his warm breath tickle your skin the lock on the door turns and Steve calls your names.

You quickly pull away with wide eyes, shooting one last look at Bucky before you lift your eyes to Steve.

He stares between the two of you and then at the half empty bottle of mead.

“What…?”

“Nothing,” you and Bucky say at the same time.

Bucky jumps to his feet and holds his hand out for you.

You take it and let him pull you up and into his body. Your chest brushes his with your every breath and you’re right back where you were just seconds ago…under his spell.

It only takes a moment for your past hurt to flood back and wash away the desire you’re feeling and in the next breath you’re mumbling goodbyes and rushing off.

When Bucky finally finds you the next day the apology you’ve been wanting to give him spills out.

“I just want to say that I’m sorry for how I’ve been acting.”

He takes a step closer to you, crowding you against the door of your room.

“I really appreciate that doll, but I should be the one apologizing to you. I’m sorry. For everything.”

“Thank you.”

It’s all you can manage to say with him so close to you.

You can feel your pulse jump and when you hear the moving metal plates in his arm you look down at his hands to see them clenched into fists at his sides.

“Bucky?” you ask.

“I’m having a really hard time not touching you,” he explains in a pained whisper.

“Oh,” you breathe out.

He closes the space between you and your back hits the door. He slowly lifts his hand, caressing your cheek with his thumb and then slowly sliding his fingers down to stroke your neck.

The gentle dominance in his touch sets you on fire and you lean into him.

“I’m scared of getting hurt Bucky.”

The words tumble out and you start to drop your gaze but he stops you with the press of his fingers under your chin.

His eyes harden and he doesn’t speak.

You whisper his name, your voice shaky.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I’m just talking myself out of hunting every one of your exes down and skinning them alive.”

His voice grows with anger and you press a soft hand to his hard chest.

“They aren’t worth it.”

“You’re worth it.”

Taken aback by the intensity of his words you stare into his eyes, their blue color filled with longing and fierceness.

“Fuck doll. You have no idea how fucking gorgeous you are, do you? I can hardly catch my breath.”

Your hand shoots to your mouth and you quietly inhale, nibbling your bottom lip to stop the smile that wants to break out across your face.

“Do you want me to go?” he asks.

You drop your hand from your lips and reach for him. “No.”

He tilts his head and inches closer, his mouth lightly brushing yours.

Your fists clench the front of his Henley and your eyes close at the light press of his lips. You stay like that, trying to remember to breathe.

He pulls away only enough to stare at your mouth and then traces his thumb across your upper lip.

“What is it?” you ask with a worried tone.

His thumb falls to your lower lip and he gives it the same attention, savoring the softness.

“Why won’t you kiss me?”

He drops his hand from your lips and as his fingers fall they trace the outline of your neck before his hand wraps around the back of it and he brings you impossibly closer.

“I’m worried that once I start…” he breathes against your lips. “I won’t be able to stop.”

When he presses his lips to yours he groans low in the back of his throat, his hands desperate to get you closer.

The way you taste, the feel of your lips, your gasps and moans…he can’t stop.

He can’t stop.

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Hit Me Where It Hurts The Most p.2 | S.B.

feat. Sirius Black x Rowle!reader

SUMMARY: You and Sirius run into each other at Tomes and Scrolls during a Hogsmeade trip and temptation boils over once again. Things are progressing between you and Rabastan, leaving you even more lost than before.

CW: MDNI 18+, angst angst angst, making out and heavy petting, cursing, abusive sibling, love triangle (Rabastan Lestrange x reader), Sirius is an angel, Padfoot shows his teeth, manipulative men

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Evan pulled a dusty, ancient-looking tome from the shelf, its title gleaming faintly in gold: Ancient Brews and Arcane Secrets.

“Blimey,” he said, brushing off the dust. “Bet there’s a recipe for immortality in here.”

Regulus didn’t look up. “Immortality? You can’t even make a sleeping draught.”

“Imagine us living forever,” Barty said, grinning. “We’d be legends.”

“More like eternal nuisances,” Regulus muttered, finally turning to examine the book.

You rolled your eyes and slipped away from the three of them, fishing your shopping list out of your pocket. You needed a few books for your classes, and had managed to convince Thor to let you go into Hogsmeade this week, so long as you were accompanied by a gentleman from a respectable family.

So Evan Rosier and Regulus Black it was, and by extension, Barty Crouch Jr.. Thorfinn didn't need to know that Evan and Barty were the farthest thing from respectable. All that mattered was the quality of the blood in their veins.

You liked Regulus, you really did, but you could barely stand to look at him. Every time you did, his brother floated into your minds eye, and you'd been ruminating on Sirius Black enough as it was.

He'd infected you like the plague, finding every empty space in your mind and filling it with his sonorous voice, his skilled fingers, his scalding kiss. It was all you could do to not show up at his dorm and pounce on him.

And you hated him for it. Hated that he ruined whatever tenuous balance the two of you held. Hated that he was better than you could have imagined. Hated that you craved him like a drug. Hated that this was happening right when Rabastan finally took an interest in you.

You liked Rabastan, and found yourself drawn more and more into his orbit. He was well-mannered and alluring, not to mention absurdly handsome. He was husband material. He made you feel safe, cared for, desirable…he was all you could ever dream of.

Conversely, you hated Sirius Black, and you vowed to never touch him again. That night was a locked box, a vault, and those memories of him could rot and die there. And yet, he was the one finding his way into your fantasies every night.

It was maddening, infuriating, and you tried with all your might to pretend it wasn't happening at all. Sirius didn't exist. That night never occurred.

There was only Rabastan, and your potential future together.

You wandered through the aisles, dragging your fingers over the countless spines as you half-heartedly searched, unable to focus.

“Is that Regulus Black?” A familiar voice boomed through the shop, and you looked up to see James Potter sauntering up to poor, besotted Regulus, his eyes wide like a startled deer.

You took a few steps backwards, glancing towards the entrance. Where there was James…

“Making another quick exit, darling? Seems to be becoming a habit of yours,” Sirius purred in your ear.

You whirled around, your list fluttering from your hands to the floor. “And why are my habits of such interest to you?” You bit, butterflies exploding in your stomach.

Sirius bent down and retrieved it, scanning over the bit of parchment. His hair was pulled back into a messy bun, his leather jacket and ripped jeans sinfully casual. Snow still lingered on his dark hair, his broad shoulders, and you resisted the urge to brush it away.

“Everything about you is of interest to me,” he replied, and your heart lost it’s rhythm.

“I—what?”

Sirius smirked. “What’s the saying? ‘Know thine enemy'?” He quoted, and you scowled.

You snatched your list back, tucking it into your pocket. “I'm not interested in your antics, Sirius. If you'll excuse me.” You shouldered past him, trying to keep you breathing even, steps measured, as you left the shop and emerged back into the winter air.

You moved into the shadowed alley between the shops, leaning against the wall to collect yourself. It was embarrassing how quickly he managed to derail you, and you hated yourself for it. Hated him for it.

Who the hell did he think he was, approaching you so brazenly? If Thorfinn knew…

“A long list of books, and yet you leave empty handed.”

You scoffed, snapping your head to the entrance of the alley where Sirius was leaning on one shoulder against the wall. “They didn't have what I was looking for,” you answered, not really sure why you bothered talking to him, or why you seemed unable to move as he approached you.

“Scrolls has every book under the sun,” Sirius countered, stopping a few feet from you. “So what is it exactly you're looking for?”

“What are you doing?” You hissed, throwing him a bladed glare. “What do you want from me?”

“The same thing you want from me—”

“I don't want anything from you,” you said, cutting him off.

Sirius tsked, shaking his head at you. “Still a liar, I see.”

You grit your teeth and pushed off the wall. “Fuck off, Sirius. I want nothing to do with you, or your games.”

“Oh, but wouldn't you like to win?” He purred, throwing out an arm to block your path. “Wouldn't you like to best me once and for all?”

“It's odd that you're so eager to lose,” you mused, stopping just before touching his chest.

“That's what I am, baby. A loser.” He turned his body, pressing you back against the wall, his ringed hand braced by your head the same way it was that damning night. “And if losing means I get to taste you again, I'll wear that title like a badge of fucking honor.”

His words went straight to your core, liquid heat pulsing through your lower belly in time with your racing heart.

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Surely he hadn't just admitted that he wanted you…out loud.

“Sirius—”

“Tell me to go again and I will,” he muttered, his fogged breath warm against your chilled face. “Tell me you hate me, call me whatever you want, but just don't lie to me. I've had enough lies for a lifetime.”

“Why couldn't you just leave things the way they were?” you said bitterly, thumping a hand weakly against his chest, feeling his heart pounding as quickly as yours.

He smiled, a sad, rueful thing. “Felt like I was running out of time.”

A frustrated tear rolled down your cheek as you squeezed your eyes shut, unable to look at his face any longer. A lie dangled at the tip of your tongue, poised and ready to cut him down and rid yourself of his poison for good. But you just couldn't say it.

You felt his lips brush your cheek, catching the tear as it fell and your lungs hitched a strangled breath, fingers tightening on his shirt.

You shouldn't be feeling so much, like the emotions were pushing at the inside of your skin, ripping apart your organs to make room. For so long, you'd been hiding from your real feelings towards Sirius, and he'd crashed like a bulldozer through your fortress of denial.

There was still hatred, and plenty of it. Judgement and confusion and jealousy, but there was more lurking beneath the surface, waiting for an opportunity to breech your icy exterior. And now that it had, you couldn't seem to get your hands around it, to push it back down into the dark corners of your heart where it came from.

There was only one thing you could think of to ease the agony of it, the onslaught of feeling. So you threw your arms around his neck and kissed him with every ounce of raw energy you possessed, pouring into him like a waterfall.

He moaned against your mouth, crushing you between the wall and himself as he let you dominate the kiss, your tongue wrestling with his. You felt the tension unwind from his shoulders, his body giving completely to yours, and it set your blood on fire. There was something so honest about it, so vulnerable, and it made you want to swallow him whole, bundle him up behind your ribs where no one could ever take him from you.

He shifted one of his knees between your legs, the heat of your core pressed against his jeans, and you gasped at the friction. His free hand fell to your hip, gripping hard as he guided you to move back and forth.

“Doesn’t it feel so much better to let go?” He cooed in your ear, the cold tip of his nose brushing along the shell of it. “To let yourself have what you really want?”

“Sirius,” you whined, rocking your hips over his thigh, desperate for some relief from the chaos in your soul.

“Shh, love. It’s alright.” He kissed down your neck, finding the fading mark he'd left and latching onto it, bringing it back to life as you writhed in his arms. “I know it's a lot, but I'm with you. I've got you.”

Something in your chest settled, soothed by his gentle words, and you felt a sharp twist of guilt because of it. Sirius was supposed to make you angry, not comfort you. Not make you feel like he was the only thing holding your shattered pieces together.

Like he cared about you.

“She was here a minute ago! I'm sure she just stepped outside to—”

“You had one fucking job, Rosier—”

Thorfinn.

Your heart dropped through the frozen ground, fear making your stomach flip. Even worse, in the same instant, Sirius vanished, leaving you alone and vulnerable.

“What’s your problem, mate? She's an adult,” James argued, and your throat closed with panic.

Something nudged at your hand and you looked down, nearly crying out in surprise when you realized an enormous, black dog was sitting at your feet. It nosed your palm again, loosing a soft whine.

Stunned silent, you scratched at the dogs ears and it leaned into your hand, tail thumping on the snow covered ground. It whined again, licking at your wrist, and suddenly it clicked.

The dog was Sirius.

“Y/n!” Thorfinn bellowed, and you hurried out of the alley, canine-Sirius on your heels.

“I'm right here! What's going on?” You asked, feigning confusion. “Thor, I thought you were staying at Hogwarts?”

You saw James’ eyes flick down to the dog, widening slightly before regaining composure.

“It shouldn't take you three hours to shop for books,” your brother snarled, and you flinched. “We're leaving.”

A dark snarl ripped from Sirius when Thorfinn grabbed your wrist, and your brother recoiled.

“What are you doing with a mutt?” Thorfinn spit, but you saw the fear bleed into his eyes. He hated dogs, ever since your childhood spaniel had nipped at him from playing too rough.

Sirius growled again, fangs bared and hackles raised.

“That's why I came outside, just wanted to see if he had a home or—”

“Stupid girl, it probably has mange. Do you want to get bitten?” Thorfinn shook you and the other boys all barked in protest, but Thorfinn ignored them. Onlookers were starting to gather.

Sirius’ jaws snapped together like a gunshot, a warning, but you stepped between them, knowing Sirius wouldn’t risk you getting caught in the middle of a fight.

“Yes, you're right. It was silly. Let's go back to Hogwarts, it's freezing out here,” you said, starting to steer Thorfinn away before he caused a bigger scene.

“Wait, y/n,” Evan started, but you sent him a pointed glare, and he snapped his jaw shut.

You turned back around, unable to bear the pained looks on each of their faces, or the way canine-Sirius trembled with anger, hot breath puffing from his snout. James and Regulus were holding him by the scruff of his neck, clearly struggling to keep him from running after you.

You looked straight ahead, a tear rolling down your cheek, and let Thorfinn lead you away.

When you arrived back in the common room, half-frozen from the long walk and emotionally exhausted from Thorfinn’s never-ending lecture, you spotted Rabastan writing at the one of the tables.

A confusing jumble of guilt and longing knotted up your stomach. How could you be glad to see him after all that with Sirius? What was wrong with you?

Rabastan looked up, feeling your gaze, and offered an endearing half-smile, until he noticed your shivering, then Thorfinn’s hold on you, and his expression fell into a frigid calm.

He rose and met you halfway across the room, and Thorfinn stiffened at your side. “I didn't expect you back so soon. Where’s Rosier?” Rabastan asked.

“Hogsmeade,” Thor answered, attempting to shoulder past Rab with you in tow.

Rab blocked his way, raising a dark brow. “Did you fetch her from Hogsmeade?”

“It's none of your fucking business, Lestrange,” Thor bit, and a chill raced down your spine. Thor must have lost his damn mind to speak to Rabastan Lestrange like that.

Rab cocked his head, contemplative as a raven, then looked down at you, the ice in his eyes melting a fraction. “Did you get everything you needed, darling?” He asked, his voice noticeably warmer.

Your eyes widened, and Thor’s grip on your hand tightened. You should lie, say ‘yes, of course! I was starting to get cold anyways!’, but with that look in Rab's eye, his all consuming authority, you just couldn't. And, a bitter part of you wanted to see Thor get knocked down a peg.

“Well, I—”

“Yes or no, love,” Rab cut you off.

You felt your skin heat, your blood start to race at his specific brand of dominance. God, you really were fucked up. Getting turned on by two different guys in the span of an hour? You shook yourself. This is what you were supposed to feel towards Rab. Sirius was the anomaly, not the other way around.

“Yes, she did,” Thor answered for you

Rabastan’s expression froze over once more, his gaze cutting like a scythe. “Leave us,” Rab ordered.

Thor’s hand tightened, one of your knuckles popping with a sharp burst of pain, and you suppressed a gasp. “Absolutely not,” Thor snarled, stepping closer to Rab, chest puffed. Thorfinn was a huge man, there was no question, but Rab was hardly a shrinking violet at 6’2, packed with muscle from training with his brother.

“It wasn't a request, Rowle,” Rab replied, the clip of his voice sharp. “Come, y/n. We're going back to Hogsmeade.”

A trill of nervous excitement pulsed through you, but it was quickly dashed when Thor opened his mouth again.

“Until there is a ring on her fucking finger, you have no authority over her.” Thor's grip continued to grow tighter, and a hiss escaped through your teeth, tears springing to your eyes.

Of course, Rabastan saw. He reached around to his back and slipped his wand from where it was tucked along his spine, but Thor was too focused on looking big to notice.

“You misunderstand, Rowle,” Rab said, his voice dripping with venom. “My authority doesn't come from a ring, or brawn, or even my name.” Rab stepped closer, coiled like a snake, and his wand came up, the tip digging into the underside of Thor’s chin. “I fucking earned it,” he growled.

Thor froze, his hand immediately releasing yours. Thor was no slouch with a wand, and Dueling was one of the only subjects he actually excelled in, but there was no competing with Lestrange magic. Rabastan could hit him with the imperius curse before Thor even reached for his wand.

On instinct, you took a few steps away from Thor, moving behind Rabastan, and you saw outrage bleed into your brother's blue eyes. You would almost feel bad about the humiliation he was experiencing if you weren't fairly certain he'd broken your finger.

Slowly, Thor put his hands up, lowering his eyes like a welped dog, and Rabastan lowered his wand.

“Remember this,” Rab muttered, tucking the wand back into his belt, the dark wood fitting perfectly along the muscular dip of his spine.

Thor backed away, fleeing from the common room while the eavesdropping Slytherin’s giggled.

Rab turned to you, looking apologetic. “Would you like to return to Hogsmeade? Or rest?” His eyes snagged on the hand you were cradling against your chest and he frowned. Cautiously, he guided your injured hand into his own, inspecting the blooming bruise and swelling around your knuckles with a slight furrow in his brow. “To the infirmary, then.”

You nodded, giving him a grateful smile.

“Carrow,” he called, still inspecting your hand with profound gentleness.

Amacus and Alecto Carrow appeared on either side of you, materializing like wraiths.

“Yes?” Amacus drawled, hawkish eyes flicking down to your hand, then back up to Rabastan.

“I want Thorfinn in the Room for Requirement. I'll meet you there in an hour or so,” Rab ordered, shifting once again into that glacial, brutal calm, and you saw then what the Dark Lord saw in him and his brother. Men with a command that could raze the world. An intoxicating kind of power.

Fear and excitement twined in your chest, and your feet couldn't decide whether to step closer, or run the fuck away. You didn't even think to protest the capture and imminent beating of your twin.

He deserved it and then some.

The Carrows nodded and moved towards the door.

“And Amacus,” Rab called, and the boy turned. “Mind his wand.”

Amacus nodded, and the twins slipped out of the dungeon.

Rab turned his attention back to you. “Are you alright, darling? Besides your hand?”

You nodded, suddenly feeling bashful. “I can't believe he spoke to you like that,” you murmured. “He's lost his mind.”

Rab smirked. “I'll set him straight, don't you worry.” He threaded your arm through his and laid your injured hand over his bicep. “Let's get you to Madame Pomfry, hm?”

Together, you walked down to the infirmary, speaking softly to one another about nothing in particular. With Rab, it was easy. You could just let go, and he would buoy you along. No confusing feelings, no responsibilities.

The path laid in stone was so much easier to traverse than the one that veered off into the unknown, thick with brambles and thorns and tripping roots.

“Master Lestrange!” Madame Pomfry called when you walked in. “Oh dear, Ms. Rowle. Come sit, come sit.” She ushered you both towards a curtained bed, seeming to understand intrinsically that you were not to be separated from him.

“I don't believe they're broken,” Rab supplied. “But seem to be causing quite a bit of discomfort.”

“I'm sure it is. What happened, poppet?” Pomfry asked, assessing your injured hand under the lamp.

“I slipped on ice in Hogsmeade this afternoon,” you answered, voice cracking from pain when she prodded the bruising. Rab pet your head to soothe you, and unconsciously, you leaned into him.

“Poor girl. You were right to bring her here,” she said to Rab, who gave her a charming half-smile. “But I have just the thing to get you sorted in a jiffy.” She hurried away, flushing under Rab’s keen eye.

“I'm alright if you need to go, ah, tend to things,” you said, cringing at your awkwardness.

He leaned down to kiss the top of your head, sending sparks rushing through your body. “I'm tending to you first,” he replied, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Madame Pomfry returned with a handful of potions and salves. “Here, drink this. It'll taste wretched, but alleviate the pain.” She handed you a vial and you glanced up at Rab.

He dipped his chin in encouragement, and you tipped the vial into your mouth. You gagged almost immediately, but managed to keep it down. Already, the pain was beginning to fade.

Madame Pomfry spread some other salves on your fingers, then wrapped them tightly in white gauze. “You'll have to stay for a tick, just to make sure you have no adverse reactions. A half hour should do,” she said, patting your knee before closing the curtain and flitting off to another students bed.

Rab glanced at the closed curtain, then back at you. “Would you like to be alone?” He asked, his eyes searching your face.

You found yourself shaking your head, a pang of fear making you reach out for him with your good hand. “Can you stay until I get back to my dorm?” You asked, the request slipping out before you even formulated the thought.

He took your hand, sitting on the edge of the bed. “I'll escort you there myself,” he said, smoothing a thumb over your knuckles, the silver signet ring there heavy and warm from his skin. “I hate to see you so frightened,” he murmured, meeting your eyes.

You almost told him that your weren't afraid, that everything was fine, but again, you couldn't bring yourself to lie to him. “I feel less afraid with you,” you said. Guilt made your tongue burn as you said the words, but they were true.

Sirius was a risk, a tight rope walk through the stars, where Rab was solid ground, sturdy and sure. You felt torn between them, floating in purgatory.

“I’m glad to hear it.” He reached up, caressing your cheek with the back of his fingers before sliding them into your hair. “Because I find myself struggling to stay away from you.”

You sucked in a breath, heart pounding as he drew you closer.

“You're trembling,” he breathed, close enough that you could smell the peppermint on his breath. “Are you frightened now, little doe?”

You nodded. You were frightened by the way your body seemed to gravitate towards him, caught in his orbit like a wayward comet. Frightened that you felt the same draw toward someone else, and what that meant about you. About them.

Frightened, so frightened, but also excited.

“Breathe, darling,” he cooed, his hand moving down to lightly press against your pulse, fingers resting on the mark Sirius left behind, but you couldn't bring yourself to pull away. He tipped your chin up with his thumb, leaving the smallest gap between your lips, breaths mingling between you.

“Rab,” you whispered, a plea. For what, you weren't sure.

He closed the final centimeter, his lips meeting yours in a soft, lush kiss. It felt luxurious somehow, breathtakingly tender, and you found yourself leaning into him, wanting more. His tongue dragged against your lower lip and you parted for him without thought, letting him delve deeper, savor you like fine wine.

With Sirius, every touch, every kiss was an inferno, a clashing of wills, but with Rab, it was a warming glow, a safe embrace.

His tongue toyed with yours, gentle, almost teasing until you were practically purring, coaxed into docility. But too soon, he broke the kiss so you could breathe, somehow sensing the tightness in your lungs. He brushed kisses along your cheek, your temple, before taking a deep, satisfied breath.

“Better than I dared hope for,” he murmured, bumping his nose against yours. “Perfection.”

The haze of bliss around you splintered, cold reality slipping through the cracks.

If only he knew how far from perfect you were.

“Come, let me escort you to your dorm, if you're feeling alright?” He straightened, taking a quick inventory of your face and injured hand.

“Yes, please,” was all you could manage, your chest suddenly tight with discomfort, your stomach clenching with guilt.

He helped you to your feet and you walked in silence back to your room, the air between you laden with unspoken things, though Rab seemed decidedly more content. The image of a cat with a mouse flitted through your mind, and you almost recoiled from him.

Sirius didn't look at you like that. Like a trophy to claim, a town to pillage. If anything, he seemed to be wrecked by you.

The thought made your stomach turn, and you were relieved to finally reach the dungeons. He bid you farewell at the foot of the stairs to the girls dorm, kissing you on the cheek before taking his leave.

You trudged up the stairs, completely exhausted and twice as confused as when you woke up that morning. You stopped dead when you saw a brown paper package tied up with string resting on the end of your bed. None of your roommates were in, probably at the Great Hall having dinner.

Cautiously, you tiptoed closer, finding a small card attached to the string. You flipped it open to see a note scribbled in a messy, loping hand.

You win.

It was signed with a massive, black ink paw print.

Heart in your throat, you unwrapped the package. Inside was your shopping list, every item crossed off, and a stack of books beneath it.

Sirius had finished your shopping for you.

Tears began to spill down your cheeks as you pressed the note to your chest, overwhelmed with a feeling you could only describe as grief.

You shoved the books under your bed and curled up on top of the quilt, tracing the shape of the paw print with your finger tip, memorizing each crack and detail until your eyelids grew heavy and you drifted into a fitful sleep.

Thank you for reading!

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swanimagines · 2 months ago

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MCU: Imagine Thor and Loki both falling in love with you, a stable girl in Asgard who looks after their horses.

requested by anon

Note: nowadays all requests are done straight to asks, this is my old template of posting and I no longer have their asks!

Note 2: Please remember that this is the closest to poly relationships I'm comfortable to go, I know this isn't actually poly but it's still a romantic-ish fic where two men are in love with you, even when it's left ambigious whether you feel the same way for either of them.

Note 3: I used a Valkyrie name generator for the horse names (except for Sleipnir, which is the actual horse of Odin), as it was the only one with old Norse names that sound mythical.

TWO PRINCES AND A STABLEGIRL

When you were first assigned to look after the horses of Asgard’s elite, nobody really expected anything truly special. But you ended up proving yourself and more, quickly becoming known as a natural horse whisperer, even getting Sleipnir to calm down, lean to your touch, trust you. It was near a miracle really, and you were truly a gift to the stables.

And, you managed to catch the attention of the two princes of Asgard, without even trying or catching on at first why they suddenly started to come to the stables so much more often, competing for your attention.

“Good morning, my fair stablemaid,” Thor’s voice broke the silence, and you glanced at him with a soft smile. “May I help you today with one of your tasks?”

Before you could answer, Loki snorted from behind him. “Oh, by the Nine, that flirt was painful to hear.”

Thor’s cheeks turned pink. “I didn’t try to flirt, I was being a gentleman,” he growled and nodded. “Loki.”

Loki clicked his tongue. “Brother,” he greeted with a slight scowl, and bowed to you slightly, his scowl turning into a smile, a charming one — at least in his mind. “You really would earn a title in the palace, rather than here, surrounded by manure.”

You just continued brushing Frialna without answering, you knew what answering would lead to and you did not have patience for that. You could upkeep a discussion with one of them, but trying to participate in a conversation with them both would be a doomed mission.

“She’s taken the role of Goddess of Silent Treatment again,” Loki sighed dramatically.

Thor scoffed. “She has no time to listen to your silver-tongued nonsense.”

Loki glared at him. “Nor she has time for your bull-headed courtship either. You behave like an ox in a rut.”

You still remained quiet, moving to pick up a feed sack.

“Tell me,” Loki started, taking a step towards you. “Do you prefer stallions or fools who pretend to be stallions?”

“I am right here,” Thor muttered.

Loki snorted. “I know, everyone does within five miles around us.”

“I came here to help her,” Thor retorted, stepping next to Loki again. “And you came here to distract her and slowing her down.”

Loki laughed. “You came to help? No, you came here like a rooster with all of his feathers puffed out, trying to look big and intimidating with your muscles.”

“I did not—”

“Cut it off!” you suddenly interrupted them, your voice booming around the stable yard. “You’re making the horses nervous. If you want to bicker about me, you can go do it somewhere else. Royal gardens are a good place at least, right that way. Or, you can help me and let out that steam you clearly have bottled up. There’s plenty of stalls needing shovelling manure and change of fresh hay, I will deal with the horses themselves.”

Loki looked disgusted at the idea, while Thor looked a little too into it and exclaimed, “I will do all the heavy lifting for you, my lady.”

Loki rolled his eyes. “Fine. But I draw the line on muck.”

You didn’t look at them when you laid the feed sack down. “Nope, you will sign up to all of it or none of it.”

Loki muttered something under his breath, but you heard the creak of the pitchfork being picked up from the rack.

Thor leaned towards his brother with a smirk. “She likes me more.”

“She told you to shut up.”

“I wasn’t called an ox in a rut.”

“I— that was your line, not hers!”

You sighed loudly, making them both freeze and turn to you. “The stalls won’t clean themselves. Chop chop, or you get a one-way ticket to royal gardens.”

“Yes, my lady,” they both said in unison, and disappeared into two different stalls.

Peace. For a moment, at least.

But then Loki muttered, “I’d say she likes me more.”

Thor grumbled. “If you won’t shut up, I will throw you head first into that muck you’re so disgusted about.”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t hold back a small smile anyway and let yourself feel your ears secretly burning. Not every Asgardian girl could say she had both of Odin’s sons head over heels herself.

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arpicityandneed · 7 months ago

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Hello there :)

This is my first time requesting something but I was wondering if you could do prompt 7 with Loki?

Like maybe in the first Thor and they're having a ball and they're friends to lovers possibly?

I would be absolutely honored if you made this but no pressure 😁

Hope you have a great morning/noon/night ❤️

Hi hello! I love Loki so I hope you like how I've characterized him, this is supposed to be before he starts all the drama and maybe prevents it cause love conquers all ya know?

Loki (#7 finding a somewhat private area at a fancy party to fuck)

18+ f!reader. Creampie. Strength kink. Childhood friends to lovers. Semi public sex.

"So this is where you snuck off to." Loki only knew how to speak in a purr. You knew this, and yet it had still bothered you to listen to your childhood friend use his silver tongue on another woman. So you'd escaped to the balcony, mead in hand as you looked over the golden buildings of Asgard.

"I'm surprised you even noticed I was gone." Maybe the mead had gone to your head, or your centuries old crush was finally becoming too much to bear. You never spoke this way.

"I always notice you. Especially in that gown." Loki wondered if you knew what you did to him, wrapped in silk so close to your skin tone it almost looked like you were naked if he squinted.

"Really? Because I'm sure Lady Astrid would be happy to show you hers again." Yes, it was petty of you but your heart was aching. He'd been so close to her.

"Who?" Loki was genuinely confused, he'd made his rounds as expected of a Prince of Asgard, but he'd been distracted by you the whole time. He'd even used magic to keep an eye on you when you were out of his line of sight.

"The one you.. lingered with." You wouldn't face him, and for the first time in a hundred years Loki felt-- hopeful. Maybe his love for you could be returned after all.

"I'd do more than linger with you, if you'd let me. I'd spend a millenia groveling at your feet for a kiss." Loki closed the distance easily with his long legs, leaning against the balcony railing beside you.

"You're just saying that to make me feel better." You scoffed, "I don't need pity, even from you my Prince."

"Pity. That's what you think this is." Loki took your glass from your hand and set it aside, caging you against the balcony when you finally turned to look at him. He towered over you with something close to anger in his eyes.

"Maybe charming you isn't the answer then." His gaze flickered down to your lips a fraction of a second before he was kissing you. But even calling it a kiss wasn't fair. He was making love to your mouth. Sucking on your tongue, hand buried in your hair as he cradled you against him. His arm around your waist pulled you closer until you felt the hard length of him pressed into your stomach.

"Does this feel like pity to you?" He rasped when he finally pulled away, both of you breathless and panting. "I've wanted you too much for too long for you to ever imply I was offering out of pity."

"I didn't- didn't know," You were melting, the heat of his body through your thin dress was tearing down your defenses by the second.

"I was going to court you, before touching you. I wasn't going to be like Thor and bed you before I even asked for your hand. But maybe I need to be more like my brother for you to get the hint." Loki wasn't really even thinking before the words were spilling out of his mouth, because you were in his arms. He could see your pebbled nipples through the silk of your dress which he ached to taste. And he was so goddamn tired of being a gentleman if it meant you thought he didn't want you.

You were going to explode. His hands were greedy, grabbing at your ass and cupping your breast in his palm while he talked. Had you really been so mistaken?

"Maybe I should be more forward. Is that what you need little one?" Your cunt throbbed and you nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck and throwing aside your pride as you begged,

"Please? Need you, for so long now I've-" He shut you up with a kiss. This one even hungrier than the last as tugged your dress up your hips, cupping your sex and groaning when he felt how you drenched his fingers.

"Oh." He smiled wickedly as he traced your slit, feeling how your hole clenched down greedliy around the tip of his finger. "Hungry little thing isn't she?"

"Loki, please," you were lost in him. His clean yet intoxicating scent, the way his slender yet massive frame blocked you from view. It was like it was just the two of you in the whole realm.

"I don't know.. Don't want you to confuse this for a pity fuck." Loki was teasing you, and yet you could tell beneath it all he was truly hurt by your assumption.

"Prove me wrong then. Show me how much you want me." You pouted at him, trying to tug him closer as he freed his cock from his pants. The tip was flushed and sticky with arousal as he rutted against your folds to slick his shaft. Every grind of his cock against your cilt made you ache to be filled.

"As milday commands." It was a stretch to take him, but the slight burn was nothing in comparison to the bone deep relief you felt when he was sheathed in your wet heat.

His forehead dropped against yours as he cursed, eyeing the way your pussy was stuffed to the brim and creaming on him. He whistled low and appreciatively.

"This is not going to end here. Now that I know what you feel like," he swallowed thickly, thrusted a little deeper into you until you felt him in the back of your throat with still a few inches to spare. "I can't ever go without you again."

"You don't have to." You promised, wrapping your leg around his waist pulling him closer. It wasn't enough until his balls tapped against your ass. You'd taken all of him.

"I've waited too long to be gentle. But-" You were the one to silence him this time, nipping at his bottom lip so sharply you saw a bit of blood.

"I've waited longer." He grinned, more than a little feral over you. He picked you up and put your other leg over his hip- holding you up without even straining.

"Then you'll take me like a good little wife to be won't you?" You were stunned by his words but Loki didn't wait for an answer before he was fucking you mid air, using all his strength to lift you up and drop you on his cock over and over until you were screaming.

"Loki!" You knew he hadn't cast any spells for privacy, and yet you couldn't stop yourself.

"Louder, let all the women know who owns this cock." He growled in your ear, splitting you open and making your eyes cross every time he hit that spot inside you. Your legs were shaking around his waist as your orgasm grew like a wave threatening to drown you in pleasure.

"Loki, fuck, more!" Distantly you realized you would have to explain this to Heimdall at one point, but you were truly too fucked out to care.

"Good girl, just, like, that." Every word was met with a thrust inside your gummy walls that fluttered around his cock, sucking him in like your pussy never wanted him to pull out.

"You're going to make me cum, darling. Where do you want it?" He could still be somewhat of a gentleman. Give his lady options, like taking his load in her pussy or on her face.

"In-inside, please, want to give you a child!" Loki's grip on your thighs grew tight enough to bruise a mortal, but you merely moaned louder. He touched you like he owned you and you couldn't get enough.

"Want to give me an hier? Gonna be such a pretty little mother aren't you, fuck." His hand found your little bundle of nerves, and you whimpered as the wave broke. You came so hard you squirted, soaking his formal attire and ruining your dress without a drop of remorse.

"That's it darling, milk me. Take every drop I give you." His thrusts grew sloppy, the only sign of how out of control he felt as he started unloading in you. His heavy balls pumped spurt after spurt of seed against your cervix.

Only when he set you down on your feet did he pull out reluctantly, watching with rapt attention as his cum slid down your thigh. With a wave of his hand your clothes were righted and clean- but he left his cum leaking out of you as he offered his arm. The perfect picture of princely charm.

"Shall we announce the engagement then?"

#f!reader #loki x you #loki x reader #loki smut #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki #asks ☆#hundred follower event ☆#mina writes ☆

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literaryavenger · 2 years ago

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New Year's Eve

Summary: A game of two truths and a lie reveals to the team a fact about the you that Bucky can’t seem to stop thinking about.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Female Reader

Warnings: Minimal use of Y/N. Language 'cause why not. A lot of fluff. My poor attempts at being funny. Mutual pining, idiots in love. Self-deprecating thoughts.

Word Count: 3.2K

A/N: Happy New Year's Eve! Thanks for all the messages when I was sick, I'm finally feeling better and I'm negative for Covid! I really wanted to post something for New Year's Eve and this came from a fever dream I had when I was sick, lol. I hope it's any good and someone enjoys it! A particular thank you to @ordelixx for helping me with this story!💘I've only started posting here about a month and a half but I'm really enjoying it and feeling more and more comfortable in my writing. I hope I'm also getting better at it. Anyway, I have big plans for the New Year that I hope you'll enjoy! This year hasn't been great for me, but I'm planning on working harder than ever to make sure the next one is a year I can be proud of. I hope you guys have a nice last day of 2023 and an amazing start of 2024! Love you all.💘

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“Ok, your turn, Kill Bill. Two truths and a lie, go.” Tony says, referring to the fact that you fight with swords, making you roll your eyes before you join in on the laughter.

“Ok, uhm...” you try not to look at anyone so you don’t give away the answer “I have a teddy bear that I sleep with, I have bungee jumped from the top of the tower and I’ve never had a New Year’s kiss.”

You look back up to the room and wait for their guesses.

It’s a Friday night and the people that remained in the Tower for the holidays decided to have a little game night.

Every year the same people stay around, having nowhere in particular to go, and spend Christmas together.

Clint and Scott usually spend this time with their families, this year Thor decided to go to New Asgard with Bruce and Loki to visit Val and Korg, and Peter decided to spend it with aunt May and Happy.

You usually alternate between going to visit your family and staying in the tower each year, and this one was your turn to go to your first home.

You came back the day after Christmas, never being one to miss Tony’s New Year’s Eve party that’s gonna happen in two days now.

“Well, we know she has a teddy bear.” Wanda says.

“Do we know that?” Tony turns to you, narrowing his eyes. “Do you have one?”

“Yes, she does, we’ve seen it” Natasha answers for you while you glance at Bucky, praying he doesn’t put together that they’re talking about the teddy bear he gifted you for Valentine’s Day this year along with flowers.

Natasha and Wanda were more happy than you when you told them, sustaining that he did it because he liked you until you pointed out that he gave flowers to them too, because he’s sweet and a gentleman and that’s just who he is.

They wouldn’t let up on the fact that neither of them got a teddy bear though, and you would have agreed with them but Bucky never really did anything else about it so you decided to let it go and not read too much into it.

You're brought back to the present by Tony.

“Ok, so she has one. Then it’s gotta be the New Year’s kiss, everyone has had one at least once in their life,” he was looking at your reaction very closely while talking, but you did your best to keep an easy smile and not give anything away.

“Even Captain Virgin over there had one last year.” he adds vaguely waving towards Steve’s general direction.

You crack at the nickname and at the undignified sound Steve made while blushing and glancing at Nat that shared that kiss with him.

“Tony, there’s no way that she bungee jumped from the roof without us knowing, that’s gotta be the lie.” Sam interjects, also watching you closely for any signs of a reaction that you manage not to give.

“Alright, just take your guesses, people.” You say to the group.

“New Year’s Kiss.” Tony all but yelled, Natasha and Wanda agreeing with him.

“Bungee jump.” Sam says and Steve and Bucky agree, then they all seem to hold their breath as they wait for your answer.

It’s not a surprise that even these stupid little games cause a lot of competition amongst the team.

“Neither.”-you finally said and let out a laugh when they all groan in annoyance while taking their shots for guessing wrong.

“WAIT- you bungee jumped off the ROOF? When?!” Steve seems more concerned than anything.

“Well, you know a few months ago when we happened to all be on different missions at the same time?” They nod, not knowing where you're going with this “Clint and I came back first from ours, we were bored and there was no one around to stop us from doing anything stupid so…” you trail off, shrugging while laughing.

Steve looks shocked, Sam is laughing his ass off while Tony immediately goes to look for the security footage.

They all cheered while watching you throw yourself off the roof, Clint's yells and laughter could be heard, and then Steve shakes his head while joining you in the laughter when you see Clint take his turn and scream like a little girl while you fall to the ground laughing on the video.

Once you all composed yourselves, Tony pokes Wanda’s arm “I thought you said she had a teddy bear.” he's looking at her like she brought him on a treasure hunt and then betrayed him and left him for dead on a deserted island.

“She does! She got it from-” you interrupt her before she can finish the sentence, blushing a little and avoiding Bucky’s eyes.

“I do have a teddy bear, I just don’t sleep with it.” you say, shrugging.

“Oh, come on, that’s cheating!” Natasha whines.

“It’s really not, just because I do have one it doesn’t mean I didn’t tell a lie about it” you laugh at her pout.

“Wait a minute, so you’ve never had a New Year’s kiss?” Tony looks at you like you suddenly grew two heads.

“It’s not a big deal. Funny thing is, I have had boyfriends during New Year’s Eve, I just never happen to spend the day with them.” you say absentmindedly while thinking back at all the parties you’ve been to over the years to celebrate the new year.

“Really?” it's so quiet you almost missed it, your eyes snapping up to meet Bucky’s that were already looking at you.

“Is that so hard to believe?” The room seems to go quiet as everybody looks at you two, but you're too focused on each other to notice.

“I didn’t- I mean…” his cheeks started to turn a little pink as he seemed to have trouble finishing his sentence “It’s just you’re very pretty, who wouldn’t want to kiss you?”

You didn’t know what to say to that, you start blushing too while opening and closing your mouth a couple of times, looking like a damn fish.

You settle for a quiet ‘thank you’ with a smile that he shyly returns, neither of you noticing the glances passed by everyone else.

The whole team is convinced that there’s something between you and Bucky, but both of you always deny it and don’t seem to read too much into each other’s actions, always dismissing the glances and lingering touches as friendly affection even though you’re not really that close.

But really what else could it be?

The team lets the moment end and the game goes on, everyone keeps drinking and having fun until it gets really late and you all decide to call it a night.

Bucky goes to his bedroom and gets ready for sleep but he can’t seem to focus on anything else but you.

He really doesn’t understand how can anybody see your pretty self when you’ve just woken up, no makeup and your eyes full of sleep and not want to kiss you, let alone when you are all dolled up in a pretty golden dresses like you do every New Year’s.

Every year it gets harder for him not to just grab you and kiss you, hell every day is pretty much torture to see you around the Compound and not get to be with you the way he wants to.

But he has to keep his hands to himself because there’s no way you could actually like him like that.

He’s even tried to drop hints here and there like giving you the teddy bear for Valentine’s Day but, except for the cute shade of pink that your face turned, you still didn’t seem all that interested.

Still, that didn’t stop him from thinking what it would be like if you did like him and fantasize about being your first New Year’s kiss and maybe even your last first kiss.

At the same time you were in your own room getting ready for bed while your own thoughts kept going back to the moment you shared with Bucky in the living room.

You didn’t know if you were more embarrassed because you actually told the team you’ve never had a kiss on New Year’s Eve or happy because Bucky called you pretty.

If it was anyone else you wouldn’t even think twice about it, but coming from him it just felt like you were being complimented for the first time ever.

Everytime you thought about it you felt all warm and fuzzy inside, and at this point the moment was pretty much on loop in your mind.

The more you think about it the more you feel your face heat up, sleep not coming easily as you slip into Bucky filled dreams.

The next day everybody’s hanging out in the living room, most of them nursing a hangover from last night. You get ready for a last minute shopping trip to try and find a new dress for New Year’s Eve.

When you get to the living room you see Steve grinning at a disgruntled Tony, Wanda, Sam and Natasha who are obviously very hangover and nowhere near as amused as the blonde supersoldier.

Bucky’s attention is on you as soon as you're in his field of vision and no one fails to notice it, except you of course, your own attention on Wanda and Natasha sprawled on the couch.

“Well, I was gonna ask you if you wanted to come shopping with me,” you start watching from one to the other, as amused as Steve at everyone’s inability to contain themselves when drinking. “but I don’t think that’s happening.”

“Bite me, YLN.” Is all Nat says.

Wanda, on the other hand, is a little gentler. “I can come with you, if you want.” she says sweetly.

“That’s okay, Wands.” you smile at her “just rest and drink lots of water.”

You turn around, saying bye to everyone and making your way out. As soon as the doors of the elevator close, everyone turns to Bucky that's not even pretending not to be staring anymore.

Not that anyone could ignore the longing look on Bucky’s face as he watches you walk away.

“Buck,” Steve starts talking, glancing at everyone before setting his gaze back on his best friend. “we need to talk.”

“Okay…” he slowly drags out, unsure if he even wants Steve to keep going.

“Well, we’ve been noticing some things lately…” He’s unsure of how to say this. “Between you and Y/N.”

Bucky’s cheeks start to turn a slight shade of pink, but he’s still not sure where Steve’s going with this so he says nothing.

“So we thought” he gestures around at everybody. “that maybe we should-”

“We know you like her, and we want to help you get with her.” Tony interrupts Steve, quickly getting to the point.

At Steve’s glare, Tony merely raises his hands in surrender saying, “Listen, Capsicle, I’m way too hungover to take the panoramic route. Let’s just get this over with.”

“Yeah, Stark’s right.” Sam says, turning Bucky whose face is fully red now. “You have a weak ass game, man. Let us help you.”

They all look at the brunette supersoldier while waiting for his answer. He chews on his lip while looking at the expectant faces of his friends, before letting out a deep sigh.

“How would you even help me?” He says quietly, neither accepting nor denying their help just yet.

“Well, we know Y/N,” Wanda says.

“Yeah, we can tell you what turns her on.” Natasha smirked, before Wanda flicks her ear making her let out an ‘ow’ with a slight pout.

“What she means is,” she glares at Natasha “we can tell you what she likes, you know. Maybe help you get closer to her.”

Bucky shakes his head lightly “This is not a good idea. And it doesn’t even matter if she doesn’t like me.”

Wanda and Natasha seem to have a silent conversation, ending with Natasha raising her eyebrow at Wanda and Wanda just sighing with a soft ‘fine’.

“She does like you.” Wanda turns back to Bucky.

“She’s just convinced that you don’t like her like that.” Natasha says with a roll of her eyes.

Bucky still wasn’t completely convinced, but he agreed nonetheless. Maybe it was the glimmer of hope the girls gave him, but if there was even the slightest chance you could actually like him, he owed it to himself to try.

So he let the team make a plan to get you guys together, hoping to god he wouldn’t come to regret it.

You come home a few hours later, super excited to have found the perfect dress for the party the next night.

Bucky thought you were just so cute, all smiles and giggles.

Wanda and Nat talked you into having the last girls night of the year, although it didn’t really take much convincing.

And so the plan begins.

You’re relaxing on your bed, Wanda lying next to you, your head on her lap, and Nat sprawled on the love seat near the window close to your bed.

You’re wearing bathrobes, sheet masks on your faces as you watch a cheesy romcom that you’re so embarrassingly into you don’t even notice the girls exchange a look and nod at each other.

Wanda clears her throat and then begins talking, as casually as she can. “So, how come you never told us you never had a New Year’s kiss?”

They had to approach the subject somehow, right?

“I don’t know,” you say absentmindedly and then shrug, your attention still on the Tv. “didn’t think it was important.”

“Sure it isn’t.” Nat said, and her tone took your attention away from the movie for the first time since it started.

“What’s that supposed to mean, Tasha?” she simply shrugs, an innocent look in the face.

“It doesn’t mean anything” she says, her attention seemingly on the movie “I mean, if it doesn’t bother you, it doesn’t bother me.”

“Why would it bother me?” you frown, you don't understand what's so weird about this.

“Well, some people might find it a little…” Wanda trails off.

“Sad?” Natasha ends for her.

“It’s not like I’ve never kissed anyone.” you're starting to get a little defensive.

“We know that, sweetie.” Wanda coos, stroking your hair while you look up at her.

“We really didn’t mean anything by it.” Natasha ends, giving you an apologetic look.

“Yeah, whatever.” is all you say, and you turn your eyes back to the tv, your attention nowhere near it.

Natasha and Wanda can basically hear the gears turn in your head and give each other one last glance.

Part one of the plan is complete.

The next day goes through like usual, the team spending basically the whole morning together.

It’s a tradition, having the last breakfast of the year together, watching the last movie, having the last lunch and so on. Doing all the lasts together.

It’s silly, but it’s a tradition you've all come to be very fond of.

The afternoon comes and you and the girls spend it getting ready for the party, last night’s conversation almost forgotten.

Almost.

As you got to the party the music was deafening before you even stepped out of the elevator and, once you did, you were immediately immersed in a sea of perfume and cologne and, like every other Stark party extravaganza, you didn’t know about 98% of the people there.

You quickly find the team, as outgoing as most of them are, you usually spend most of the night together because it’s the last night of the year, last party and, again, it's your tradition.

You talk, you joke, you laugh but the more you drink the more you keep thinking about your conversation with the girls last night.

Was it really that sad that you’ve never started a new year with a kiss?

Midnight came sooner than you would’ve liked and your teammates decide to ask you a sobering question.

“So, who are you kissing?” Tony asks very casually.

You turn around confused, the team’s eyes all on you. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh, nobody told you?” Sam says, looking around him “We’re all kissing someone tonight.”

“I- You- What?” you glance towards Bucky so quickly he almost thought he imagined it.

“Well, Romanoff is kissing Rogers, I’m obviously kissing Pepper and Wanda is kissing Wilson.” Tony said, before specifying while pointing at the last two “As friends, obviously.”

“So, you’re all kissing someone?” You look at everyone except the one person you actually want to look at.

Something inside of you just believes that he would nod too and a beautiful woman that you could never compare to would appear at his side.

“Well,” Steve starts. “not all of us…”

He trails off and, following his gaze, you land on the very pair of blue eyes you were trying to avoid.

Suddenly everyone else scatters and it was just you and Bucky. You don't know what to say, but you feel like you can't look away from him now.

What the hell is happening to you?

You’re talking before you can even stop yourself “You know, we could also kiss. As friends.” you add, realizing what you just said, your eyes wide with your own surprise.

He’s about to say something, but you don’t give him a chance to get a sound out before you’re backtracking so fast you might actually fall out the window.

“You don’t have to. Obviously. It’s not like I’d make you.” you chuckled awkwardly, but you can’t stop yourself from rambling “Unless you wanted to. But why would you want to? It’s not like you’re missing anything. I’m not anything special.”

You can hear the countdown starting, but it sounds distant to your ears as your heart pounds faster. “I mean, I’m sure you’re a good kisser. Why wouldn’t you be? Not that you’re like a lady’s man.”

Bucky glances around him, the team giving him encouraging looks as they near zero and you just keep going “But like you were, you know. Not that it’s a bad thi-”

You're thankfully interrupted abruptly by Bucky’s lips on yours just as everyone yells ‘Happy New Year’ and gold and black confetti starts falling down on you.

You can't even begin to comprehend what's happening but your body does, kissing him back almost immediately.

It feels like forever and also too soon when he pulls away, you can't even hearing the chaos around you anymore.

All that exists is you and Bucky and his eyes and his arms around your waist and yours around his neck and his lips that you wanted to kiss again and kiss forever and never stop.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that” he says after a few seconds. Or maybe days. Weeks? Hours? It doesn’t matter.

All that matters is the bright smile he gives you when you say “Me too.”

He kisses you again, but this time the spell is broken by the team’s whistles and cheers.

When you pull away you’re both blushing a little, you glance around you and see all the smug faces of the idiots you love to death, Bucky’s attention never leaving you.

“And by the way,” Bucky says, gaining your attention once more. “you have more qualities than you think,” he then pointed at your chest “You have this.”

You looked down to where he was pointing before saying “I do have great tits, yes.”

When you looked back at him he was blushing even harder and looked like he was having a hard time maintaining eye contact, while you were more relaxed now that the kiss took away all the awkwardness, but trying hard not to laugh.

“... I meant heart” he said after a few moments of silence.

“Either or.” you answered, shrugging and when you heard the snickers of the team around you, you couldn’t help but join them, followed by a still blushing Bucky.

Yep, this year is definitely gonna be an interesting one.

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Thrown - Chapter 51: Solstice

Summary: The final preparations for are made for the longest days of the year.

Word Count: 2,192

Author's Note: Here we are, the penultimate chapter. Come back Saturday for the end.

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"This is absurd." Loki scoffed. You shrugged, unaffected, packing a few tools and supplies into a cardboard box. "My dress, my rules." "If I don't see it beforehand, how can I know that it's appropriate for the occasion? If I'm to be seen with you then surely I should be aware." You cocked a brow. "You doubt Elof's skills? Should I tell him?" He frowned. Elof was unquestionably the best tailor around. Losing his favor would be unwise. Loki sulked and crossed his arms. "No. Obviously I would never call Elof's craftsmanship into question." "Great." You closed up the box. "Then it sounds like we don't have a problem."

Loki rounded the table, trying one last bid. "What if there is some adjustment that needs to be made?" "Well it would be too late now anyway, wouldn't it?" You poked him in the chest. "You'll just have to wait until tomorrow." "Darling," he took your hand with slanted brows, "had we but world enough and time...." You rolled your eyes and pulled your hand away. "It's one night. Stop being dramatic." You picked up the box and started toward the door. Loki scowled, glancing toward your bedroom and calling to you across the room. "Suppose I simply go have a look for myself? There are only so many places it might be." "It's not here at all." You called back. "Val agreed to hold onto it for me." "Traitor to the crown!" He hissed as he crossed the room, where you were waiting. "I'll see to it that she is punished." You smiled sweetly. "I'm sure you will." You nodded toward the door, which he opened and followed you through.

"There was a time when my threats were respected." Loki muttered as he walked down the road beside you. "I'm not sure how circumstances have changed so drastically." "You're not allowed to walk with me if you're going to pout the whole way." "I am not pouting." "What do you call it, then?" You shifted the box in your arms for a better grip. "Do you really intend to carry that all the way?" You looked at him sidelong. "A gentleman would have asked to take it by now." He smirked. "Ah, there's the trouble. I'm no gentleman. You can ask anyone. They'll all tell you the same: I'm a scoundrel." The box vanished in a ripple of green light. With your hands now free, you wore a thoughtful smile and laced your fingers with his. "I think maybe you're both." He brought your joined hands up to his lips to place a kiss on your knuckles. "Your good opinion is the only one I seek." "I never said it was good." He chuckled and squeezed your hand.

He only noticed now, but your pendant was missing from your ensemble. Unusual, he had quite possibly never seen you without it since he first presented it to you. "You aren't wearing your necklace." "I am not." Loki narrowed his eyes. "That wasn't an answer." You cocked your head with a smile. "I don't believe there was a question." A valid point, he conceded. "Well, I think-" "How's Thor doing, with everything?" He studied you for a moment. Clearly you had every intention of wriggling out of this line of questioning. He could circle back later. "He's worked himself into a near-frantic state. I feel like his mother, chasing after him to make sure he's eating and sleeping. It's ridiculous." You frowned. "Have there been any issues?" "No!" Loki threw his hand in the air. "That's the most ridiculous part. Everything seems to be going perfectly! It's almost as if he can't believe he's doing something well." He looked at you meaningfully. "I may need to enlist your nefarious skills to convince him to take a break this evening." You chuckled. "I'm always up for an underhanded good deed." He smiled softly. "This I know."

The hall truly was impressive. Not only the size, which was grand, but aesthetically it was the perfect representation of New Asgard. The materials largely fit in with the town's original Nordic style, but the form was reminiscent of their home realm. The building swept upward in ways that seemed to defy gravity, but where on Asgard much of it would have been gilded, here the stone and plaster finish remained. The pillars of the facade were much the same shape as one could have seen in the palace, and they were similarly carved with intricate knots, but these were wood rather than a polished gold or bronze. Thor had worked extensively with the designers to ensure that this hall fit the vision he had for their people, and it certainly paid off. The end result had the effect of being familiar, and traditional to Asgard, while also integrating here in their new home. Loki would have stopped to admire the building a bit longer, but he could tell you were anxious to see inside, so he wasted no time leading you through the door.

Inside the hall was a flurry of activity. Dozens of people bustling this way and that, hanging decorations, arranging tables and chairs, organizing supplies. Looking around, Loki would guess that the people working were an even mix of Æsir and humans. You stood in appreciative wonder, taking in the scene. Thor was nearby, holding a clipboard and speaking seriously with someone who was rolling a cart of kegs. Asbjorn and his sons had made a significant quantity of Asgardian spirits, and great care was being taken to ensure that they were clearly identified, marked, and segregated from the human liquors. Thor finished whatever his instruction might have been, the man dutifully continued on with his cart, and Thor took notice of the two of you.

He grinned and called your name, waving you over with the clipboard. You couldn't seem to keep your eyes in one place as you approached. "Thor, this is amazing! I've only seen it from the outside." He chuckled and spread his arms. "Well-met, and welcome to the hall of New Asgard." You gave him a knowing look. "I heard it's called Bilskirnir." Thor looked away bashfully and rubbed the back of his neck. "A nickname some have taken to calling it. The hall hasn't been given its name yet." "I have a feeling it's going to stick." You spoke with a smile. Thor shook his head and brushed off the comment. "Come, there is a little time, I can quickly acquaint you with the place."

Thor pointed out the banquet tables, which were already being laid out with warming plates, then here were the tables for guests, the dance floor, the space where the musicians were setting their chairs. He brought you onto the dais where he would stand and make his speech tomorrow night. He showed you the doors that open to the field out back. This hallway led to the kitchens, which were well-occupied, whereas these stairs led up to rooms that would one day serve to host guests. You were thoroughly impressed with all of it, naturally. As he brought you back to where he began, your gaze drifted up to the rafters. They were large dark wood beams, each was carved with runes, which had then been accented by gold leaf. The beams encircled and criss-crossed the room.

You pointed upward. "What do those say?" "They are names." Thor looked up at the rafters. "Of those we lost. So they are still here with us, where we celebrate." You bit your lip and stood quietly for a moment while your eyes traced the room again. "There's so many. I... I knew it was a lot, but seeing them all...." Thor patted your shoulder. "Yes. But we are still here, and we carry them with us as we can." You nodded as you looked up again at the rafters. "This was a great idea." "It was Loki who suggested it." You looked at Loki with an expression that made his heart swell. He gave a noncommittal shrug. "He's misremembering, I'm sure." Suddenly you had an arm around each of their necks, pulling them into a hug. You held them close and spoke softly. "Oh, boys, I'm so proud of you." Loki was grateful his face was hidden.

You stepped back and took a breath. "Okay, tour's over. Time to get to work." You surveyed the space, and presumably the tasks you intended to address, then turned to Loki. "Could you put my box over there?" Loki obliged, and your box of supplies appeared as directed. "Thank you. And now I think you two have your daily walk?" Thor grimaced. "Oh, I don't think so. There are still so many things to do." "Then how lucky we are that we have so many people to do them." You chirped cheerfully as you gestured to those working throughout the room. "Truly, there just isn't time-" "Sure there is." You slipped the clipboard out of his hands before Thor even recognized what was happening. "We can manage for a few minutes without you." "But..." He looked to Loki helplessly. Loki shook his head. "I find it's easier not to fight it." You scoffed. "You fight me every time." Loki smirked as he leaned toward you. "Well, that's because I enjoy a challenge." "I simply can't." Thor cut in with what was likely meant to be a firm tone. "Of course you can." You easily dodged Thor's attempt to retrieve the clipboard. "Go on, I promise to save some work for you to do when you get back." You had turned him by the shoulder and were pushing him toward the door.

"Loki, please." Thor pleaded over his shoulder. Loki was following behind casually. "Brother, I don't know why you are still laboring under the delusion that either of us have a say in this matter." He placed a sympathetic hand on Thor's shoulder as he began walking him to the door. "Bending to her will is really the only option." "That's the spirit!" You quipped with a smile and hung back as they continued forward. "Have a good time! We'll still be here." "I... I suppose a short break...." Thor relented as his feet carried him outside.

Loki looked over his shoulder and shot you a wink. You flashed a proud smile before turning on your heel and setting to task.

"-and it's completely ludicrous." Loki fumed. "She refuses to let me see the dress at all before tomorrow evening." Thor nodded sagely. "It's understandable. The dress is very becoming, I can see why she would prefer the reveal to be a surprise." "You've seen-!" Loki stopped short and carefully studied Thor, who had continued a few paces before turning back to his brother with a blank expression. Loki narrowed his eyes. "She did not show you the dress." Thor laughed and kept walking. "It suits her so well, you'll be very pleased with it." Loki quickly caught up. "I know she didn't show it to you." "You don't believe me. Here, let's ask her now." Thor was pulling out his phone. "Don't bother. I already know, she would catch onto your game and give the same obfuscating answers. Absolutely infuriating, the both of you." Thor broke into a hearty chuckle.

Their walk brought them out of the town, away from the road, into the surrounding hills. "There has been talk lately," Thor ventured, with eyes cast firmly to the ground as he walked, "among the townsfolk, the elders. They've been speaking of a coronation." "Hm. Rightly so." Thor looked surprised. He nodded. "You are so very different from the Thor that I once knew." Loki glanced at him for just a moment before looking forward again. "The Thor I knew was brash, careless, boastful. Not someone ready for the throne. I've seen you now; thoughtful, considerate, wise. You work hard for your people and take nothing for granted." He turned to meet Thor's eyes. "You've grown into a great leader, and one that I would be honored to call my king." Thor did not respond immediately. They walked on for a moment more before he finally cleared his throat. "Thank you, brother." "Certainly."

They came to a stop at the crest of a hill. In the distance the hall was visible, as well as the field behind it, cast golden in the late afternoon. They could see people making preparations for Midsummer; moving furniture about, carrying supplies. Some were stacking wood for bonfires. Children were playing on maypoles. Figures scurried back and forth and from here it was difficult to tell which were human and which were Æsir.

They stood and watched in silence for several minutes. "Quite a sight." Loki finally remarked. "Agreed." Another moment was spent in quiet observation, when Loki turned to find Thor watching him with a strange, thoughtful look on his face. "What? What is it?"

Thor gave him a half smile. "I can't be certain what it will mean to you." He turned and looked out over the hills again. "But I happened to notice that the sun was shining."

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𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘹 !𝘈𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝐒𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝘑𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦， 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺， 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭, 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘥. 𝘖𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘺, 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯？

𝐀/𝐍 : 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯!!

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦．

You and Steve were just chilling on the sofa watching some older movies Steve enjoyed, the air was calm, the days were usually like this. Just you and your best friend, laughing loudly not a care in the world, sitting too close for just friends, but neither of you ever minded. Steve turns to you and smiles, his sweet boyish smile throwing you for a loop as it usually does "You know, I do kind of think Thor has a crush on you," he laughs. "Would you consider going out with him, or...?" Here we go again…

The abrupt comment catches me way off guard, I choke on my water trying to catch my breath before meeting Steve’s blue eyes, crinkled at the corner from laughing at me. “no…no, he’s not…my type.” I say choosing my words carefully, it’s not that Thor isn’t attractive or anything, he’s just not…Steve. His smile widens mischievously, "Not your type? So, who is your type then?" He teases, his eyes glinting with unspoken questions. He sits up straighter on the sofa, giving you his full attention.

You’re my type, you. You’ve always been my type. That stupid smug smirk on your face, your beautiful blue eyes, your manners, how much of a gentleman you are, the way you make me smile knowing I’m in a bad mood, the small acts of kindness that you don’t think affect me but, god.. everything about you screams my type. I shrug my shoulders, “You know I don’t always go for looks, I go for personality, manners…” I trial off as our “conversation” is cut short when Tony walks into the living room, a sly smirk playing on his lips “what’s up lovebirds.”

I chuckle softly before rising to my feet, “I guess it’s time for the mission.” Steve chuckles and shakes his head slightly, amused by Tony's interruption. He stands up as well, stretching his muscular arms above his head. "Always ready for action, aren't we Stark?" He glances back at you, his expression softening. I meet his eyes my gaze softening immediately, those eyes…those beautiful eyes. Always making me melt whenever I gaze into them subconsciously, the ones that soften ever so slightly whenever they land on mine. “unfortunately.” I mumble my lips curling into a smile. Steve's smile broadens at your mumble, clearly amused and perhaps a bit touched by your readiness. He moves closer, lowering his voice so only you can hear. "You know, sometimes I think Tony's a bit jealous of our bond." I chuckle softly my eyes flickering to glance at Tony, a smug smirk playing on his lips, “definitely.” I whisper back.

We arrive on the streets of New York seeing a bunch of agents? not sure to be honest, I wasn’t really listening to Tony, all I heard was blah blah fight blah blah focus blah blah don’t die. Leaving the jet, I glance around looking for Steve, sadly were separated for this mission, cockblocking ass Stark. I spot him near Natasha, skipping my way over to them, “Let’s try not to get injured this fight, I wanna have a movie night!” Natasha and Steve chuckle agreeing before we all split up going to our designated spots. The fight starts and it’s going smoothly, bad guys dropping left and right around me, until I feel a sharp pain in my side making me wince. I reach back tossing the guy over my shoulder using the strength I had left, throwing a knife gifted to me from Natasha right into his cranium, not enough to kill him but enough to injure him badly. I limp over pulling my knife out tucking it back in my belt. “can I get some help over here…for fucks sake.” I say over coms, wincing slightly as the adrenaline comes down finally letting me feel the pain of the wound.

As soon as he hears your call for help, Steve's head snaps in your direction. His heart races with worry as he sees you limping and clutching your side. He quickly dispatches the remaining enemies near him with lightning-fast moves, his shield deflecting their attacks with ease. His voice comes back urgent but gentle over the comms. "Stay with me. I'm almost there." unable to walk any further on my own, I rest on a nearby car letting out a breath of relief. “hey if I bleed out over here, Natasha clear my search history and tell Tony I hate him.” I mumble into the coms laughing softly. Steve always did admire your humor, the way you could have anyone, even the coldest person laughing, he chucked softly into the coms, your lips quirking into a smile hearing his smile through the coms.

In just a few seconds, he's by your side, one hand pressing firmly against your wound to slow the bleeding. I lift my shirt revealing the wound, it’s not too deep but it’s definitely bleeding a great amount. “talk to me Rogers, how bad is it.” I say trying to steady my breathing. His brows furrow as he examines the wound. He can see it's not life-threatening, but it's deep enough to need stitches. He looks up at you, his expression serious. "It's not good. You're gonna need stitches." I groan at the thought of having to get stitches again, I should’ve killed that bastard. Steve lifts me up wrapping his arm around my waist to steady me as my arms rests on his shoulders. As we board the jet I rest my head on his shoulder, I flutter my eyes closed feeling weak. Next thing I know, I’m in my room tucked comfortably in my bed and to my surprise steve is sitting right next to me.

He raises a glass of water to your lips. "Here, take small sips. You passed out on the way back." His voice is gentle but firm. "The doc patched you up. Nine stitches this time, Miss 'I can handle anything'." Seriously, nine?! I groan once again, definitely should’ve killed that bastard. “thanks Steve.” I whisper before taking a few sips of the water, setting it beside me. “how long was I out?” Smiles slightly at your familiar tone, "Only a few hours. The others wanted me to check in on you. Tasha's already threatening to break into your search history." He adjusts the blanket around you, his expression filled with genuine concern. I let out a soft laugh despite the pain in my side, “thank you, again.” I whisper, he tilts his head at me a small smile forming on his lips

He reaches out, gently brushing a strand of hair out of your face. "Anytime hun. You know that." His voice is soft, almost gentle, and for a moment, he just looks at you, his blue eyes filled with a warmth and affection that he rarely lets show. my eyes linger on his for a moment longer. I chuckle softly shaking my head slowly, “don’t look at me like that.” I whisper, I can feel the heat rising to my cheeks but I refuse to break eye contact, afraid to ruin the moment. His lips twitch into a small, amused smile as he catches the blush creeping along your cheeks. "Like what?" He leans in slightly, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "Like I'm relieved you're okay?" I shake my head no, he knows what he’s doing, “nevermind…” I trail off letting out a deep breath, Jesus…does he know what he does to me? or is he really this innocent?

He tilts his head, the smile fading as he notices the effect his gaze is having on you. He leans back, giving you some space, but his hand rests lightly on the blanket near yours. "I know I can be... naive sometimes. But I'm not blind." His words send chills down my spine, the hair on my arms raising. I mimic his head tilt, my hand inching closer to his desperate for the heat radiating off of it. “tell me rogers…what do see?” I bite the inside of my lip nervously, just tell him, this is the perfect moment, don’t screw it up. His eyes trace the movement of your fingertips as they inch closer, a slight tremor in his breath betraying his own growing intensity. "I see someone who's fierce, yet fragile. Someone who puts others before themselves, even when it means putting their own wellbeing at risk."

I flash him a small smile, my mind races to our conversation earlier the smile fading just as quickly as it appeared, “my type…tall, handsome, polite, a real gentlemen, older…” I laugh softly, “wears a star…proudly, always knows how to make me laugh, makes me feel comfortable,” I glance over at him, “are you getting the jest of it?” He chuckles softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He reaches out, his fingers gently brushing against yours in a brief, electric touch. "I think I'm getting the picture, yeah." His voice is low, filled with a quiet understanding. I shake my head once again, pressing my tongue to the roof of my mouth, “then why haven’t you done anything stevie?” I say teasingly, my hand covering his slowly, the touch sending chills up my arm.

He looks down at your hand covering his, his thumb rubbing slow circles on your knuckles. "Maybe I'm waiting for a sign. Or maybe I'm just an idiot who's too scared to make a move." He laughs nervously, his eyes searching yours. I raise an eyebrow, a smirk creeping onto my lips as the sweet words leave his lips, “now would be…perfect.” I whisper. Sitting up slowly but surely, I hand my feet off the side of my bed, now facing Steve completely. His breath catches slightly at your words, his eyes darkening with a mix of desire and hesitation. He slowly leans in a bit closer, his free hand gently cupping your cheek. "You're injured..." He whispers, though his voice indicates he's slowly losing his better judgment.

With a roll of my eyes, I tilt my head furrowing my brows, all these excuses, I’ve always told him he was terrible at making them, “I have to do everything myself, don’t I?” pulling steve by his arm I catch his lips in a swift soft kiss, I can feel my stomach turning as our lips dance together. His initial hesitation melts away as you pull him into the kiss, his arm wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. He kisses you back softly, gently, as if he's savoring the moment. my forehead rests against his, my lips tingling from the kiss seconds ago. I completely forgot about my injury, my mind only focused on the proximity.

His fingers gently trace your jawline, a small smile playing on his lips. "I've wanted to do that for..." He pauses, chuckles softly. "Well, longer than I'd like to admit." His voice carries a mix of tenderness and desire. Breaking this kiss momentarily, his lips resting against your lips, "Does this mean you’re not going on a date with Thor...?" As the words leave’s his lips, his face moves away from mine slowly in a joking manner, my hand catches his jaw stopping him, desperate for the feeling of his lips against mine, “shut up and kiss me again.” I whisper my lips curling into a soft smile, his lips meeting yours once more, this time deeper, more insistent. His hand tightens around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

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