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buckets-and-trees · 2 days ago

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the only thing I can say is...at least you don't have to wait for the whims of my muse! �� the next chapter will be ready and waiting for when you have the time hahaha

Steve and the Blindside

Characters/Pairings: Steve x Reader Word Count: 996 Summary: With things becoming more serious with Steve, you need to decide if that’s what you want.

Warnings: Technically none this time around…

Additional Notes: Kept it with a breath under 1k since I really intended this Brooklyn Boys series to be a DRABBLE series. The next part will come tomorrow. This comes two days after Steve and the Ballet.

Saturday night with the ballet, the diner, and the tender kiss he’d left on your cheek had melted away into a Sunday of texts back and forth throughout the day. Monday morning you’d awoken to just an early good morning and an explanation that he’d be occupied most of the day with work. You weren’t sure what his work entailed, exactly, but far from being dismissive, his good morning had hinted to being eager to talk after he was free at the end of the day, and this morning that sentiment had put a smile on your face, but texting would not do. You needed to see him.

Finally in the late afternoon, after hours of your phone weighing too heavily in your pocket, and you whip it out and compose your message before second-guessing what you’d been agonizing over all afternoon.

YOU: Dinner tonight?

His answer isn’t immediate but comes in what you’re sure would be a reasonable amount of time if your stomach weren’t in knots.

STEVE: I’d love that.

A moment later he sends a name and address for a place in the Park Slope neighborhood of Brooklyn, and you decide to meet shortly after you’ll both finish work rather than head home and then to the restaurant.

You arrive at the restaurant first, and you’re more nervous than you were all of Saturday before the ballet. Too nervous to take in the vibrant décor or appreciate being engulfed by warm and spicy scents that reflect the southern and Caribbean fusion of foods they serve. You’re seated at a small table for two along a row of tables close together with one long bench seat below the window and chairs on the other side of the table. You opt for the bench seat, not wanting to have your nerves heightened by watching everyone pass by the window as you wait for him.

Ultimately you don’t have to wait very long, and the second he appears, just that moment of your eyes meeting starts to soothe the storm inside you.

And that smile.

As he takes the seat across from you, you can see that he’s tired, but the smile is still warm, happy. It pulls at your heart.

“Hi,” he says simply.

“Hi,” you return, and now it’s hard to remember what you were thinking before this, because this feels wonderful, normal, nothing short of right. “Tell me about your day, Rogers,” you prompt. “You look like it was a long one.”

He shrugs. “No rest for the wicked, and no rest for everything coming into headquarters either,” he says. “It wasn’t a bad day though.”

“I want to hear everything.” It’s true. You’re curious as to what a Monday ‘in the office’ for him would entail, but you also love to hear him talk.

He launches into the mess of rumors and tips pouring in from Turkey that were waiting for him when he first arrived that morning, then you have to take a break to quickly look over your menus and order when your waiter checks in, and then it’s back to hearing about a briefing on the legal meetings and review board over the Sokovia Accords, evaluating reports over newly discovered enhanced individuals and assessing their recruitment potential when the food arrives. It’s all fascinating, and you’re sure he’s not telling you everything – omitting sensitive or classified elements – but you can tell he seems to appreciate that he can talk to you about all of this. You ask him probing questions, truly engaging in the conversation.

All the time you’d been spending together those Saturdays, you’d loved seeing the different smiles Steve has, but you’d noticed specifically last Saturday at Lincoln Center and then afterwards how it had shifted and changed but never left his face, and you see it’s the same tonight, a constant, and you want to keep it there as often as you can in its many forms.

It’s natural when his hand reaches for yours across the table when you’re both basically done eating, his thumb brushing gently over your knuckles as you continue talking. It could be like this night after night, you can see it, no question.

Then suddenly he’s looking over your shoulder out the window, his easy smile bursting into a broad, effortless grin, and his hand beckoning someone in, but you’re too slow in turning your head to see.

“This couldn’t be more perfect!” Steve says. “I don’t live far from here, and my roommate just walked by and spotted us.”

And then you do see him, and your heart drops out of the bottom of your stomach.

Because this was even worse than you had thought it could be.

His eyes were on Steve first, but as he approaches, a brown grocery bag tucked in his left arm, his blue eyes register that it’s you sitting across from his best friend and roommate, and you see the change in his expression from happiness to bewilderment and then hurt when his eyes shift down to the table where he sees your hand in someone else’s, and it’s too late, but you still snatch it away as though Bucky’s gaze has burned your hand.

You shouldn’t have stalled, you should have explained everything in the beginning, but now you have no idea what you could possibly say, and you’re overwhelmed by the desperate need escape immediately as everything comes crashing down around you, and so you surge out of your seat, and barrel past Bucky, leaving both super soldiers behind as your heartbeat thunders in your ears, their voices registering after you, but not their words, and the adrenaline surging through your veins sustains you long enough to hail a cab and shut yourself inside it before you burst, the mixed feelings overwhelming and creating a hurricane around your heart.

Regret hangs off your head because you’re still lost as to what you should have done to avoid this collision of hearts.

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tellytoon · 2 days ago

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Hey look, it's that ragdoll. from that one cartoon show.

We've got Ragatha, we've had Molly (Bump in the Night) and of course Raggedy Ann. But I'm probably amongst a few who also remembers Annie (The Forgotten Toys).

#annie #annie rag doll #rag doll #the forgotten toys #tadc #ragatha #art #crossover #tadc fanart #the amazing digital circus #gooseworx #glitch productions #justtheclippy

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ebi-skycotl · 1 day ago

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