#cause roger's the luckiest guy in the world

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Thank you so much @sunnymeddows! I honestly couldn't have done this one without you <3 And a big thanks to coffeeowl for the wonderful reference! <3

[ironstrange1991]

Distraction

+18 Smut

Pairing: Stephen!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Stephen is bored and you are the best distraction he could find in the moment.

Word Count: 2,7k

Warnings: Dirty talk, love bites, fingering, p in v unprotected sex, creampie.

A/N: This one is short. I haven't written og Stephen in a while and god I love writing him. He is definitely the best at dirty talk and being a teasing bastard. Anyway, I hope you guys like it.

Stephen was bored. Usually he could handle the endless meetings at the Avengers compound reasonably well, but he hadn't slept last night and had only been back from a mission two days ago. Furthermore, with due respect that Captain Rogers deserved, the calm and militarized way in which he spoke, exhaustively explaining every detail of things that Stephen already knew, was making him sleepy.

Stephen looked around at the huge conference table. Everyone was there, including you. Next to Stark as usual, typing whatever was on your laptop with a dexterity that always fascinated him.

He propped his chin on his hand, his eyes focused on you. It was certainly a more exciting distraction than Rogers and all his chatter.

Stephen and you met right there at the Compound when he started working with the Avengers on a few sporadic missions. You were Tony's new assistant, one of many who came to take Potts's place after she decided to retire from the position and stick to her duties as CEO of Stark Industries. However, they always gave up, but not you. You and Tony soon formed a friendship that went far beyond work and Stephen could only assume that was the only reason you stayed.

Anyway, Stephen would be eternally grateful to Stark for giving him, even indirectly, the opportunity to meet you. Of course he would never admit that.

He could say without a shadow of a doubt that the chemistry between you was instantaneous and after a few dates you engaged in a relationship that lasted two years. You lived with him in the Sanctum and you still worked as Stark's assistant and Stephen loved you. To be really honest about it, he was irrevocably in love with you and felt like the luckiest man in the world to wake up next to you every day.

You seemed to notice Stephen was staring at you because you glanced at him and smiled innocently.

Stephen smirked and moved his fingers quickly causing your computer screen to go white and a message to start writing itself.

I'M BORED

Stephen watched with amusement at the way you looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to what was written on your computer screen. You gave him a disapproving look and then grabbed your cell phone and typed a reply.

Stephen felt his cell phone vibrating in his pocket, he took it and read your reply.

FIFTEEN MORE MINUTES. BEHAVE YOURSELF.

Stephen's smirk turned into a grin and he moved his fingers again without bothering to try to be discreet.

MAKE ME.

Stephen watched your face turning slightly pink. You bit your bottom lip thinking of an answer.

STEPHEN STRANGE, WHAT DO I DO WITH YOU?

Stephen quickly moved his fingers to magically write a reply and when he did his eyes met Romanoff's who looked as bored as he was but managed to fake it better. She arched an eyebrow and glanced at you.

LET'S GET OUT OF HERE.

He turned his attention to you who seemed speechless at his suggestion, but before you could respond, Stephen got up and left the room.

You were looking towards the door and feeling all the eyes in the room on you even though you knew no one was paying any attention to you. You scribbled a message on a piece of paper and passed it to Tony.

I'LL BE BACK IN A MOMENT.

Then you got up and left right behind Stephen.

Tony read the paper and faced you leaving and his eyes met Natasha's. He waved his hand at her and she shook her head with a shrug. The two turned their attention to the end of Rogers' explanation.

You looked around in the living room and Stephen was nowhere to be found. You walked quickly down the hall looking everywhere trying to figure out where he had gone, then the door to one of the rooms opened and Stephen grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you inside. He pinned you against the door, cupping your face in his trembling hands and pulled you in for a passionate kiss.

"Stephen... I'm working and so are you..." You said when he finally broke the kiss to breathe, but he cut you off by kissing you again, this time with more tongue and teeth. His hands went down your body, one grabbed your breast over the silk shirt you were wearing, the other continued down grabbing the hem of your skirt and lifting it so that he had access to what he really wanted.

 Stephen loved seeing you in your skirts and shirts and heels. That made him even more crazy about you. So did your hair in a bun or ponytail as it was now leaving your long neck open to view and at the mercy of his lips.

"You call that work?" He breathed on your lips.

You moaned softly as his fingers touched your clit through your panties and his lips moved down to your neck.

"I'd rather do something more productive with my time."

You moaned softly as he pulled your panties to the side and thrusted his finger inside you.

"And seeing how wet you are, I'm forced to believe you agree with me."

You took your hand to the nape of his neck and cupped his face with your other hand while grinding your hips into his hand.

"This is inappropriate..." You whispered, however you pulled him to your lips again, thrusting your tongue into his mouth, moaning with the sensation of pleasure building between your legs as Stephen worked his long, agile fingers into you. . God, the things those fingers could do!

"I don't care." He said into your lips and lowered his mouth to your neck, biting, sucking on your skin until a purple mark formed and then moving on to the next spot.

You groaned surrendering to him "Fuck it! Just fuck me, Stephen."

Stephen let out a small giggle and pulled you onto his lap and you locked your legs around his waist. He carried you across the room and set you on the desk, his fingers moving impatiently and making the buttons on your shirt undo themselves. He pulled your bra down and licked your nipple, curling his tongue around the bud as he directed his hands to your skirt, lifting it impatiently and grabbing your waist with his other hand lifting you off the desk for a moment to hike up your skirt to your waist. He took off your panties and put them in his pocket.

Your hands were also quick to search for his belt, quickly unbuckling it and unbuttoning his pants and reaching inside his briefs and finally grabbing his cock, releasing and stroking it up and down which brought a moan from his lips

"Fuck, I love the way you touch me, Y/n. These hands feel so good around my cock, squeezing me so tight..." He moaned louder, turning his lips back to yours "Have I told you how much I love you today, sweetheart?"

You moaned softly into his lips as he began to fuck you with his fingers. The sound of it echoing through the silent room.

"Hm, not yet, but I'm ready to hear it while you cum in my mouth."

Stephen chuckled, replacing your hand with his own. "Unfortunately we don't have time for this, sweetheart." He gave a couple of jerks and then spit into his hand running the saliva over the tip of his cock and fitting himself better between your legs. When he finally entered you, you both moaned loudly and your legs locked behind his back.

"We still have a few minutes" You replied pulling him to your lips and smothering your moans in his mouth as he thrusted into you so hard the desk started to creak.

"Yeah? Now you don't think it's inappropriate, hm? I bet you were bored too. You know, all I needed was you to give me some distraction." He bit your earlobe teasing you.

Your hands grabbed his hair pulling at it a bit harder than necessary. "Is that what I am to you, Doctor Strange? A distraction?"

He groaned increasing his pace. Stephen wasn't exactly a fan of quickies, he preferred to take his time with you, but under the circumstances all he could do was hurry up before anyone noticed you two were missing.

"You know you are everything to me, Y/n, including a good distraction." He responded with a cocky smile on his face. "So good... So. fucking. good." He punctuated each word with thrusts so hard they rocked the desk backwards. You had to support yourself with one of your arms and when you did, you dropped some objects on the floor that you didn't know what they were, but the noise of it shattering on the floor made you both stop for a second and then both of you started to giggle.

"Do you know whose room this is?" Stephen asked reaching a hand between you to touch your clit. He moved his fingers in circles, eliciting a loud moan from your lips. Very loud.

"Shhh, they'll hear us, sweetheart. I need you to be quiet."

But it was impossible to be quiet when he was fucking you so hard and so good. His huge cock hitting your sweet spot every time.

Stephen kissed you desperately, you two were so close. Your lips went down his neck and you sank your teeth into his skin to contain another moan as he increased the movement of his fingers on your clit, synchronizing them with his thrusts that got faster and roughier.

"Fuck, Y/n, I'm gonna cum. Be a good girl and cum with me."

You cupped his face kissing him passionately "Make me." You teased repeating the words he had said to you minutes before.

Stephen bit your bottom lip and brought his hand to your throat, choking you, and literally started to pound against you. The skin hitting against skin sound plus your moans and grunts were so obscene. You two had no idea how loud you were being.

"Stephen... fuck I'm gonna c..." He interrupted you by sticking his tongue in your mouth, kissing you and moaning obscenely into your lips as he came inside you and you came with him exactly as he demanded.

"Fuck... you're squeezing me so tight..." He praised you, but you didn't have time to think on a reply or anything else because Clocky came flying and enveloping you both and an instant later the door opened and Tony stared at you both with a mixture of surprise and irritation.

"Please tell me you two are not doing what I think you are doing... on my desk."

Stephen didn't even turn to look at Tony before replying "Not anymore."

Tony groaned irritably "I liked that desk." He said leaving and slamming the door. "I'm working with a bunch of perverted teenagers..." You heard him say as his voice faded down the hall.

Stephen made sure to lock the door with a flick of his fingers this time and Cloaky flew away landing in a corner of the room.

Stephen rested his forehead on yours and you both started to laugh.

"I said this was inappropriate." You complained.

"And I said I didn't care." He responded, pulling out and conjuring a cloth to clean the two of you up.

"It's not you who will end up getting fired." You shot back coming down from the desk and pulling down your skirt. Stephen was buckling his belt and gave a dry chuckle. "Stark likes you too much to fire you for any reason, sweetheart."

You buttoned up your shirt quickly and then casted an accusing look at Cloaky "He was here the whole time? Watching us!"

Stephen gave a small laugh and came towards you, gently tucking some stray hairs behind your ear. "He?"

"I imagine it as he. You don't?"

Stephen tilted his head thinking "I never thought about it." He ran his thumb around your lips, wiping away the excess of lipstick. "Anyway, I think we have to thank it for not letting us traumatize Stark even further."

You giggled locking your arms around his neck "I love you, Stephen Strange." He grins "And I love you, sweetheart. More than anything."

He kissed you softly and you used your shirt sleeve to wipe his lipstick stained lips.

"Thank you" He thanked giving your lips a little peck.

"I think it would be even more embarrassing if you walked out of this room with your lips full of lipstick."

"You're assuming I'm walking out of this room. The meeting is over. I'm going home."

You shoot him an angry look. "My shift isn't over for two hours and if that means I have to walk out that door, you're definitely going to come along with me. I don't need to remind you that it was your bad idea, right?"

Stephen giggled "Didn't seem so bad five minutes ago, did it?"

You bit your bottom lip "Don't be cocky." You said slapping him on the shoulder and grimacing. "We have to go."

Stephen used his magic to put all the objects back in place and restore the glass on the picture frames you dropped on the floor. Cloaky flew up to him and latched on to his shoulders and you were both grateful that there was no one in the hall when you left, but the gratitude soon faded when you reached the living room and were greeted by giggles and whistles. Of course Tony had told everyone what he had seen.

"That's it, Doctor. Life is short." Wilson teased to which Stephen retorted "If you keep teasing me yours will be."

Sam laughed even harder.

"The thing is, out of so many places, you guys had to do your magic right in my office room?" Tony asked, but you could see in his face that he wasn't mad. Not really.

Thor laughed loudly and you felt your face turning red.

"Okay, that's enough. Let's leave them alone." Nat said smirking at you. "You missed the end of Rogers' explanation. He is upset."

Steve raised both hands "It's okay, I... understand."

"Really? I thought the only thing you still did in bed was sleep." Tony teased.

"I know a girl who can answer that question for you, Tony." Steve answered.

"Leave me out of this!" Sharon defended herself and you couldn't help but laugh at the whole situation. That was your family, your friends and you loved them even if they were a bunch of idiots at times.

"Okay, the show it's over. I really need to go now, sweetheart" Stephen said squeezing your hand and placing a quick kiss on your lips.

"See you at home." You said watching as he opened a portal and walked through it.

"See you guys." He closed the portal leaving only sparks behind.

"Okay, now you're going to have to tell us: is the magic man really that magical?" Natasha asked teasing you and everyone laughed again.

You felt your face getting hot, but smirked "He is. He's very magical."

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[oh-my-damn]

Patriotic daddy, how u doin'? 

Are you a poet? Cause that damn proposal sure did feel like a poem. I love how you're very old fashion in your courting and still with a dash of the modern days (ur understanding of her independence and knowing that she WILL offer to split the bill). I like the flower thingy. You're so sweet. I love that you're very respectful and know yours and her boundaries.

You are a gentleman and it shows.

Bestie may be lucky to have such a handsome decent guy into her but you're far more luckiest, Mr. Roger, cause if she let's you in and if she shows you the tender sides of her heart and wonderful self, you might as well have conquered the world cause it sure to feel like it 😉

Best of luck! I was rooting for you and i still am but daddy Ari has this damn chokehold on me that i just can't escape. I'm sorry 😭

@ stevie ❤️ I do love this one bestie, idk if I can resist him

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inbox request: “hiii i'm really curious what's gonna happen if bucky gets assigned to work undercover again? 🥰“ by @sarge-barnes-sir​ ❤️ pairing: bucky x reader chapter word count: 1.7k warnings: sweet loving angel bucky, kas cant let go of this series yet  a/n: surprise!!! we’re not done with our Sundays yet! I do plan on doing more of these, so keep sending in ideas if you have them!  🌹series masterlist 🌹

You woke to an empty bed; sunlight streaming in delicately from the soft overlay of ivory curtains and the soothing scent of a freshly steeped tea at your bedside, steam still rising from the mug. Stretching your arms up over your head and then out to the sides, you frowned as your fingers curled around the empty sheets beside you.

“You can’t ask me to do that, Steve,” Bucky’s hushed voice carried from the kitchen.

You turned to the door, narrowing your eyes upon the thin crack in its frame. It wasn’t unusual for Steve to be at the apartment, but the clock to your left told you it was far too early for a friendly visit. Judging by the tone in Bucky’s voice, it couldn’t be anything good.  

“It’s not me, Buck. It’s way over my head.”

You quietly pushed aside the sheets, setting bare feet on the hardwood floors and grabbed for the robe hanging over the bathroom door. You slipped it quickly through your arms and wrapped it at the waist before you carefully pushed open the door. Disregarding the state of your hair laying frizzy and untamed at your shoulders, you crept down the hall.

Bucky was pacing in the kitchen, hands clenching at his sides, head shaking defiantly as he muttered under his breath. Steve sat at the table, watching with every stride Bucky took as he laid back into the chair; though the rigidity of his posture betrayed the calm persona he put on.

“I’m not going back under,” Bucky asserted. He didn’t seem to notice you emerge from the hallway as he continued to pace divots into the tile of the kitchen floors, but Steve did. His back straightened, his expression melting into something mirroring an apology as he met your eye.

“I’ve been out for almost a year,” Bucky continued, stare focused on the floor, tunnel-visioned and disregarding Steve’s attempts to draw his attention to you. “I told Fury I was done, Steve. He can’t pull me back in! Hydra was my last job and I’m-- I’m not leaving Y/n after everything we went through. So... So, you can tell Fury to fuck off!”

An unsettling silence took over; only Bucky’s muffled footsteps and labored breaths carrying through. You hadn’t realized how tightly your jaw had clenched until you tried to speak.

“They’re sending you undercover again?”

Bucky froze dead in his tracks, his head snapping up to find you watching him from the hallway. His eyes were wide, lips parted. He uncurled his hands, though it looked as though it ached to do so, and brushed them on his pants. Light blue plaid, white t-shirt with the neck a little stretched out. He was still in his pajamas.

“No,” he answered quickly though it wavered in his voice. He closed his eyes, hearing the hesitancy and he dropped his chin to his chest. He took a minute, found his breath, and when he looked at you again, he softened, a smile pushing up at his lips though it seemed forced. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t think you’d be up so early.”

Bucky made his way to you, his hands gently settling on your shoulders and soothing their way down your arms to encase your hands in his own. You kept your stare on his chest, trying to find something to focus on, and it helped as he squeezed your hands. Something real. Something solid. Bucky.

“I thought you were training recruits,” you murmured.

“I was.” Bucky winced as it came out. “I am.”

“Fury’s used to relying on Buck for this stuff,” Steve explained, slowly standing from his spot at the table. “He wasn’t happy when Bucky stepped down from the field. You’ve got to understand, he lost the guy who’s got more successful undercover OPs than anyone else in the Bureau. Bucky’s good at what he does. He put a lot of bad guy behind bars and saved a lot of lives.”

You knew. Probably more than most people.

“They can’t make him, can they?” You hated how small your voice sounded; frail like a child’s. You wrapped your arms around Bucky’s waist, afraid that if you lost contact with him for even a second, he’d be pulled away. You missed how Bucky glanced back in Steve’s direction for the same assurance.

“No, they can’t,” Steve replied calmly, a slight smile on his lips just barely noticeable.

You nodded, though it didn’t ease the racing in your heart. You held your arms tightly around Bucky, listening for his heartbeat to center yourself. “Do you want to?”

“What? Of course, not,” Bucky replied without skipping a beat. “Why would you even ask that?”

You shrugged. “You’ve saved so many people. You're clearly meant for this work, Bucky. I don’t want to keep you from that.”

You knew what that felt like; to be held from the one thing that made you feel whole, to be pushed into the shadows of a life you were never meant for, to be cast off to something less than what you deserved. It was different from what Brock had done to you, but it still had the same result, didn’t it? You were keeping Bucky from the job he dedicated his life to.

Bucky shifted slightly in his stance and he gently began to pry your arms from around him. It caused a jolt of panic at first, but then his hands soothed their way up your arms, to cup at the side of your face, guiding you to meet his eyes; stunning painted brushstrokes of blues and greys and oceans and summer skies.

“You’re not keeping me from anything,” Bucky told you, a sincerity heavy in his voice. “I promised that nothing would take me from you again and I meant that. I’m not leaving you.”

Your eyes fell downcast, struggling to hold his gaze. “But if I wasn’t around--”

“But you are,” Bucky pressed, leaning forward to kiss your cheek, then the other, then the tip of your nose, until he pulled back with a smile. “I love you, sweetheart. That changes things. Before I met you, I would have taken any case I could get my hands on for the excuse to throw myself into a world that wasn’t my own. I would have jumped at the chance to pretend to be someone else for a while and lose myself in a new identity. But I don’t want that anymore. I want to be here. With you. I want to spend all my days loving you. Is that so much to ask?”

Another kiss to your temple, then your jaw, your cheekbone, until you were smiling again. He was so beautiful when he looked at you like that, like he thought the whole world of a woman who spent so many years told she was nothing.

“I just don’t want you to wake up one morning and feel like you lost something by being with me,” you explained slowly, quietly, and your eyes trailed down to his chest to avoid his eyes.

“Not possible,” Bucky eased and you felt his lips as the touched the crown of your head. “There hasn’t been a morning that’s gone by where I haven’t woken up feeling like I’m the luckiest man alive.”

You looked up at him, awe and wonder, stunned silence, and he gently leaned forward to press a chaste kiss to your lips. Steve was still standing in the kitchen, averting his gaze, though he was smiling. Bucky brushed a thumb over your lips as he pulled back.

“Doesn’t matter what I do for a living,” Bucky continued. “You’re by my side. That’s all that matters.”

You grinned up at him, a laugh bubbling under the surface. “But you hate the recruits.”

“I don’t hate the recruits,” Bucky argued, rolling his eyes when Steve began to snicker from the kitchen table. “They’re just little shits that would walk head first into a wall if I didn’t hold their hands.”

He was laughing again, bright and joyful, and tension hanging thick in the apartment began to dissolve away. Bucky turned back to Steve, his arms held tight around you.

“We good, brother?”

Steve nodded, a rare smile upon his face. “Yeah, man.”

“What will you tell Fury?” Bucky asked.

Steve pursed his lips. “Pretty sure if I remember your words correctly... ‘fuck off.’”

Bucky winced. “Maybe not that.”

Steve shook his head, that same carefree smile on his face he reserved for quiet moments like these upon his face. It was really quite sweet when you thought about it. This broad, stoic man with the weight of his team on his shoulders who only learned to let go when he knew it was safe. He cared so deeply for his friends and you were proud that Bucky had someone in his life like Steve.

“Sam’s been itching for his turn in the field for a while now anyway.” Steve shrugged, beginning to gather his things and head to the door. “I’d say it’s about time we break in the new kid to fill his spot. Danvers is a hell of a recruit, Buck. You did good.”

“She won’t take your shit, Rogers,” Bucky teased as he squeezed you a little closer. “Sam's either. Nat will love her.”

“She’ll fit right in.” Steve laughed.

There was a pause, a beat, and Steve held his stance by the door for a moment longer.

“I never thought I’d see a day when Bucky would turn down a job,” Steve said, leaning against the frame. There was a gratefulness in his eyes as he looked at you, a soft smile upon his lips. “It’s nice to see you happy, man. You got a good woman to thank for that.”

Steve nodded at you, an appreciation you weren’t sure you’d ever be able to grasp completely, and you smiled back at him. Bucky chuckled a little, heat rising in his cheeks and he nodded in agreement. As Steve, turned to leave, you felt Bucky press a kiss to your forehead; the little reminders that he was there, that he loved you, and he wasn’t going anywhere.

[itsunclebucky]

Perfect

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader Summary: Timeline of how Bucky met you. Based off the song “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran. Warning(s): Fluff

I found a love for me Darling just dive right in And follow my lead Well I found a girl beautiful and sweet  I never knew you were the someone waiting for me 'Cause we were just kids when we fell in love

The first time Bucky saw you,  you were just across the room from him in the gorgeous floor-length red dress you wore to Tony's formal party.  Your necklace rested in between the valley of your breasts which he couldn't help but admire. You looked stunning. Bucky was convinced if it was plausible - he would have heart eyes protruding out of his sockets. 

He saunters over to you with a drink in his hand. His tuxedo suffocating him slightly the nearer he gets, his usual long brown hair is tied back in the nape of his neck in a bun. From your peripheral, you notice the beefy gentleman approaching and you immediately lose enthusiasm in the discussion you were having with some guy who was gloating about his thriving billion-dollar business. 

"Ma'am." the mystery gentleman says in a husky voice, immediately sends a shiver right down your exposed spine. 

"Sir." You reply with a toothy smile, your hand is held out and he holds it in his calloused one, kissing the back of your hand and bowing to you like a queen. His cologne is strong and delicious, his ocean blue/gray eyes glisten under the dim lights of the common room where the party is being held. "I'm (Y/N)."

"Bucky." He releases your hand and you engage in a conversation with Bucky. He tells you about his time with the Avengers, how he came to know Steve Rogers. He opens up bit by bit the longer you're with him, even taking you back to his childhood. He didn't know what it was about you to allow him to open up to you so quickly, there was just something about you that he trusted. Your genuine interest in his life? 

To make him feel more comfortable, you in return tell him about your life. Your job - working in an office 9 am-5 pm, 5 days a week. Your tiny one-bedroom apartment in the heart of Brooklyn, complaining your rent is high that it would be cheaper to rent - or even own a two-bedroom house in the suburbs somewhere. You open up about your childhood - about your siblings, your parents, and it's like the two of you have known each other for years, not just for an hour.

Not knowing what it was I will not give you up this time But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own And in your eyes, you're holding mine

After that party, you and Bucky exchanged numbers and kept in close contact. He took you on dates, took you to the movies and tonight he was taking you to Coney Island. 

He picked you up from your apartment, 6 pm sharp just like he promised. Wearing a black button-down shirt with his black jeans and combat boots to match, his hair once again tied back in a bun and he has a more obvious beard growing, much to your delight.

You walk through the theme park, hand in hand as you watch other people having fun. Screams echo throughout the park from the rollercoasters. Even though it was evening, it was still pretty busy.

"C'mere doll, I want to win this for you!" He pulls you to the prize stand where huge teddy bears sit on the shelves. "I blew 3 bucks back in the old days on these." he chuckles nervously. You stroke his arm comfortingly. 

"I have faith in you Buck." You gleam up at him, your eyes glistening against the moonlight. His heart beats faster at your words, determined more than ever.

The vendor explains the rules to Bucky, and once he understands he makes a few attempts. Eventually winning you the biggest stuffed teddy, you're jumping up and down in delight as Bucky hands it to you.

"Oh my god Bucky, I love it! Thank you, thank you, thank you." you squeal in delight, lifting yourself up on your tip-toes to press a kiss to his cheek. You're going to be the death of him, he is sure of it. He locks eyes with your plump lips and leans his head down to press a kiss on them, savoring the way you taste and he's addicted to you now. 

Well I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I'll share her home I found a love, to carry more than just my secrets To carry love, to carry children of our own We are still kids, but we're so in love Fighting against all odds I know we'll be alright this time Darling, just hold my hand Be my girl, I'll be your man I see my future in your eyes

Bucky was no doubt the luckiest man in the world right now. Everything about you he loved, you were his drug and he was addicted. Your relationship grew stronger, he stayed with you at your apartment more often than not. The late-night talks you would share when you both couldn't sleep, or you had just finished making love to one another - you quickly grasped just how much of the same dreams you shared. You both wanted to get married, to have children and quiet family life. Bucky has dreamt it for years, after many failed dates that dream was fading away from him until he met you of course. You were together for almost a year now, the longest relationship he has ever had in his life.

Baby, I'm dancing in the dark, with you between my arms Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song I have faith in what I see Now I know I have met an angel in person And she looks perfect I don't deserve this You look perfect tonight

Three years into your relationship Bucky popped the question. He set up a romantic picnic in central park with candles and fairy lights. He was a nervous wreck, but he has never been so sure of anything. He wanted this, he wanted this life with you. And judging by your countless conversations during your late-nights, you wanted it too. You, of course, accepted the marriage proposal. Bucky didn't want to waste any more time and set the wedding date 6 months later thanks to Tony's offer for officiating the wedding.

Wanda and Natasha were your bridesmaids, and they were your maid of honors. Steve was his best man. The ceremony went perfect, exchanging your vows and Tony announcing you as Mr. And Mrs. Barnes. 

Your wedding song played as he held you close to his body, whispering how much he loved you in your ear as you both swayed together. 

You were his angel, there was nothing in this cruel and sick world he wouldn't do for you. 

Well I found a girl beautiful and sweet  I never knew you were the someone waiting for me Now I know I have met an angel in person And she looks perfect

"I love you Mrs. Barnes." he kisses your lips tenderly.  "I love you too Mr. Barnes." 

[benhardyisdaddy]

Love Of My Life - Part 16

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(hi guys welcome to the last part of loml ugh i loved this series so much with all of my heart and thank u to everyone who supported it!!! i hope you all enjoy this <3) 

Word Count: 1,710

You rushed through the airport and ignore all of the odd expressions everyone around you were giving. You had your mind set on one thing and one thing only. You gripped your luggage tight and hurriedly search for the exit, finally spotting it. Before you’re outside, the loud sound of thunder booms everywhere around you. The sky was starting to form large, angry and dark clouds. You finally made it outside and you could practically already smell the rain. You weren’t going to let that bother you. You look around frantically and spot an empty taxi parked just down the sidewalk. You zoom towards it as the driver spins around and spots you, a grin on his face. 

“Bonjour!” he says sweetly. 

You smile to him and try to catch your breath. 

“Bonjour! I apologize, I don’t speak much French.” 

The man smiles and bows his head a bit, understanding. 

“No worries, madame. Would you like a ride?” 

All you can do is smile as you jump inside and quickly tell the kind man where exactly to go.

***

On your way back to the hotel, you find yourself and the man talking about your situation. You explain everything as he sympathizes with you. His wife passed away too.

“Sadness will always be there.” he tells you. “I never thought I would love again, but it’s what my Bella would have wanted. You feel this sense of abandonment. Like you’re forgetting who they are and what they were to you. Like their existence will become one with the shadows, but it won’t. You’ll always have them in your heart and they’ll live on forever.” 

You couldn’t help but shed a few tears as he spoke. It was so fluid and beautiful. It was exactly what you needed to hear. Who knew the kindness of a stranger is exactly what you needed at this moment.

“Thank you, Louis.” you say, sniffling a bit. “You have no idea how much I needed that.” 

Louis looks into the rear view mirror and smiles. 

“It’s something I wish someone had told me when my Bella left. It’s the truth. You don’t have to thank me, madame. Let’s just get you to where you need to be.” 

And he kept his promise. He was driving like a madman as he zoomed past cars and hurried. You started noticing familiar sights and knew you were close. Suddenly, seeing everything became difficult when an angry and sudden storm hits. Rain is pouring down in buckets as Louis slows his speed. You can barely see anything up ahead. You were antsy and impatient, worried you wouldn’t make it on time. Worried Roger would be gone.

“Ah, he we are.” says Louis. 

You lean over and look out your window, spotting your hotel. Your heart is racing and your stomach is flip flopping. You’re so nervous. Just as you’re grabbing your purse, Louis speaks. 

“Madame, is that him? The man you were telling me about?” he asks fast. 

You look up and lean forward, suddenly spotting Roger. He’s still here! He has his luggage and is speaking to another taxi driver. The trunk is open as he’s placing his items inside. He’s about to leave. You gasp as the trunk closes and Roger goes to open the back door. 

“Go!” says Louis to you. 

You jump and fling the door open. You get out of the car and the rain is soaking you. You squint your eyes and move the damp hair from your face. Roger’s about to get in the car as you yell out to him. 

“Roger!” 

He doesn’t hear you. 

You begin running and yelling again. 

“Roger!” 

Just as he’s about to get inside, he stops. He slowly turns his head towards you and freezes. You stop running and just stare at him. He has a confused look on his face as he takes a step forward. 

“Y/n?” he calls out. 

You smile at the sound of his voice as you walk towards him. You both were drenched. 

“I’m so sorry!” you shout against the loud rain. “I’m so sorry for everything! For how I acted, for leaving! I regret it all!” 

His face falls slightly. 

“You regret it all?” he asks. 

You smile and shake your head as you walk up to him. 

“I don’t regret you.” 

His face slowly turns into a sweet smile as he fills the empty space in front of you. You both are looking at each other as he leans his hand forward and moves some hair from your face. 

“Are you sure?” he asks. 

You nod your head and gently place your hand over his. 

“I’m sure. Will you forgive me?”  

“Will you forgive me?” he asks, his face going sad. 

“A million times over.” 

He smiles and leans in slightly. 

“Then me too.” 

And with that, he leans in all the way and places his lips on yours. His hands cup your face as the rain pours over you. He leans away and kisses your forehead. You wrap your arms around him and hug him tightly, not wanting to let go. You turn your head against his chest and open your eyes. Across the street, you spot John. He’s standing there with rain all around him, a smile on his face. He nods his head to you, giving you his blessing. Tears well up in your eyes as you smile back to him. Suddenly, he drifts away and disappears completely. Your John was officially gone and you have finally accepted it. 

Roger pulls you even closer to him and back to reality. You lean away and look up at him, admiring every feature on his face. His arms are around your waist and for the first time in a long time, you finally feel at home. 

***

2 Years Later

***

“Look at him.” you whisper. 

You’re sat in your hospital bed as your tiny baby boy is fast asleep in your arms. Roger’s sat beside you as you both stare down and admire him. 

“I can’t believe he’s ours.” he whispered back, making you chuckle. 

“Good team work.” you tease, making him lean in and gently kiss you. 

There’s a quiet knock at your door as it slowly opens up. A nurse tip toes in and smiles widely at you as she walks up and looks to the baby. Her heart melts at his little face. 

“How precious.” she says. 

You all agree and you can’t stop smiling.

“So, Mr. and Mrs. Taylor, have you came up with a name for him yet?” she asks. 

You and Roger looked at each other and smile sweetly, giving each other a knowing look. 

“We have.” you say looking back down at your baby. “John. John Meddows Taylor.” 

The nurse smiles and ‘awwws’. 

“What a lovely name.” she says. 

You and Roger smile as you nod your head. You gently run your finger over your babies brow, causing him to squirm slightly and smile, making your heart melt.

“Named after a lovely man.” you whisper, your eyes never leaving your baby.

***

It was late in the night and your baby had just fallen asleep. You place him in his tiny bed and make yourself comfortable in the hospital bed. You pull the blankets over you as Roger walks up with something behind his back. You smile at him and then squint your eyes, knowing he’s hiding something. 

“What do ya got there?” you ask curiously. 

Roger says nothing as he slowly moves his hands in front of himself and reveals an envelope. Your heart drops and you know. 

“It’s for you.” he says, placing it on your lap. “I’m gonna walk around for a bit, give you some time to read it.” 

He kisses you on the head and then turns around and walks out. You’re left with a letter on your lap as John’s handwriting is looking up at you. You’re nervous. You’re heart's racing as you gently open it and slide out the paper. You begin reading. 

My Darling Y/n, 

If things had gone the way I planned, you’re with Roger. You have no idea how happy I am with the idea of you two loving and protecting each other. It makes my heart happy, please believe me. Also, thank you. Thank you for opening your heart and loving again like I had asked of you. You deserve all of the happiness in the world. If I could be the one to give it you, I would. Believe me. 

Please know that you’re everything I had always wanted. You’re the greatest gift in my life. It was an honor being in love with you. You made my life better in so many ways and I thank you for that. Loving you was the greatest gift I could have ever gotten and I see myself as the luckiest man in the world, just like Roger is now. 

I told Roger to give you this note when you had kids. Something inside of me said it would be with him. I just know. I need you to know how lucky that baby (or babies) are to have you as a mother. You make every life worth living. You will be an amazing mother and I just know it. I’m just sorry I was never able to give you a family like we had so desperately wanted. You have no idea how embarrassingly happy I am for you. For you both. 

I must go, my love. This is my last letter to you, for I’m getting more and more tired every day. Thank you for being my wife and best friend. Thank you for choosing me to love. I love you beyond words. 

Goodbye For Now, 

Your John 

P.S. You’re the love of my life - forever and always, no matter what 

You were smiling as you finish the letter. Tears streamed down your face and for the first time in a long time, they weren’t sad. You couldn’t have been more happier in that moment. You were choked up as you run your fingers along John’s handwriting, gasping slightly, trying to calm down. You smiled down at the letter as you nod. 

“Mine too, John.” you whisper. “Mine too.” 

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[itsanerdlife]

Mistakes Made 13/30

Pairing: Peter  Parker x Reader

Warning: Self doubt. Violence. Anger. Back stabbing. Lying. Arguing. Separation. Blood. Law breaking. Cat Fights. Stalking. A lot of anger. Team fighting. Feelings of being pathetic. Sneaking around. Betrayal.

“When one path is cut off, it’s the world’s way of telling you what you want isn’t what you need.” Steve Rogers is your best friend and you’re harboring the worst, most pathetic crush for him. But when Steve’s no longer got the time for you. When Steve starts dating the horrible and sketchy Agent Holly Smith. You’re left heart broken and in a slump. You got your heart broken in one go. The man you wanted and your best friend. Peter Parker steps in, picking up all your broken pieces. He makes you laugh, makes your heart flutter, and he knows exactly what you are. You’re falling head over heels for Peter. But the team isn’t whole with you and Steve on the outs. A drunk text and misunderstanding, everything you had comes crashing down around you. Assassins are trained to lie, kill and never be trusted. You’ve got nothing left to lose now. Where will you and Peter end up? Is there really such thing as a happy ending in this life? Or is there someone pull the threads to your happiness and life?

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“FUCK!” She yells, everyone struggles to keep her from moving.

“Do you remember when we met?” He licks his lips, panting, fear coursed through him. “I do, everything about it.” Her eyes land on him. “The way it felt when you smiles at me. It stole all the air from my body. The way your hair fell. The bib overalls you were wearing.” He chuckles, it’s pathetic and freaked out sounding. “I remember thinking Dear God, she’s perfect. I knew I was in love with you a year later. You curled up next to me, you started reading over my shoulder. I was so intoxicated by you I couldn’t even read the words on the pages. I was just turning them for you.” His smile is shifty and scared.

“I know.” You snorts, before cringes in pain again.

“I spent three years of my life wondering how stupid Steve had to be, to not be in love with you.” He felt everyone on the jet exchange a look. “Now? Fuck I could kiss him for being so stupid. Cause he pushed you right into my arms and by some fucked up chance, you fell in love with me.” He shakes his head, his hands in her hair. “I’m the luckiest guy and when you heal up I’m going to kick your ass for saving me.” He nods. She was there one second, and then she was limp. His world crashed down instantly.

“THE FUCK BANNER!?” He yells looking up freaking out.

“Blacked out from the pain.” He’s holding the bullet. His chest tight, his world tipped, his stomach lurched.

“I think I had a stroke.” He swallows, shuffling back a step, trying to breathe right.

“She’s still with us.” Tony hurries around the table.

“Peter?” Wanda steps towards him. His legs go limp, his body rushed numb, Tony’s arms catch him.

“Hey, okay.” Tony mutters. “It’s alright.” Tony pulls him into a seat, the two of them. Peter’s head on his shoulder, Tony’s shirt was growing wetter and wetter.

“I thought, I thought she was” his mouth unable to put together the fear he had.

“No, no.” Tony pulls something from his pocket. “Hey, hold this,” he attempts to shove the device into his limp hands. “Peter, hold it.” His hands finally close around it. “Right there.” Tony taps the screen showing Peter. “That tells you she’s alive. Keep watching it.” His own voice sounds scared.

“Fuck. Tony, fuck.” Peter’s voice was ragged as he stared at the screen showing Y/N vitals.

“I know kid, I know.” He mutters, tucking Peter in closer to him, comforting him. “I know.” He swallows. The team shifts, nobody says anything. Wanda picks up the wipes, coming over she sits down, gingerly taking one of Peter’s hands, she begins to work Y/N’s blood off his hands.

------

“Peter?” Her eyes flutter open, as she stirs. He moves the edge of her bed.

“I’m here.” He brushes her hair back. “Hey,” he smiles softly when her eyes open. “you’re awake.” He nods.

“Where are we?” She glances around, confusion on her face.

“Med bay. The tower.” He explains.

“What happened?” She blinks confused eyes at him.

“Well you got shot.” He nods. “Then you blacked out from the pain.” He swallows hard.

“I remember getting shot.” She breathes. “And Banner removing the bullet.” She nods slowly. “And your speech.” She gives a tired smile.

“Good no head trauma.” He smiles, it’s not real, it was shaky and forced.

“Are you okay?” concern taking over.

“I’m fine.” He nods.

“Peter, you’re a bad liar.” She smirks.

“Yeah I know.” He chuckles. “When you blacked out, I thought,” he glances down at her hand in his. “I thought you died on me.” He admits. Her eyes grow wide.

“Oh Peter. No, I’m sorry.” She sighs.

“It’s okay.” He nods. “You’re okay. I’m kicking ass when you’re better, so we’re even.” He grins, slowly it was becoming genuine.

“Bring it you nerd ass spider.” She smiles.

“God I love you.” He shakes his head, almost laughing as he leans in kissing her.

“I love you too. Stalker.” She whispers at him.

“Shut it.” He sighs, rolling his eyes.

“Knock, knock.” They both look over, Tony is smirking from the doorway.

“Tony.” She smiles.

“My, you look radiant in that gown.” Tony grins coming over he kisses her forehead, before taking a seat in the chair next to her bed.

“You’re funny.” She rolls her eyes.

“You doing alright, kid?” Tony looks over at him.

“Better now.” He nods, looking back at Y/N.

“How are you?” Tony looks at Y/N. “Thank you by the way.” He leans forward, giving her free hand a squeeze.

“I’m okay.” She nods. “Why thank me?” She looks at him confused.

“For saving Peter.” Tony smiles at her. “Pepper is flying home, she’s been asking for updates on you. Aunt May has called only about seventy times, wanting to make sure you’re okay.” Tony nods, leaning back in his seat.

“Any time.” Y/N smiles.

“No, never again.” Peter warns her.

“I’d do it again in a heartbeat.” She winks at him. He sighs, shaking his head.

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[p4nkow]

Another request 😂 and Brian again 5. “Your eyes are amazing... do you know that?” 18. “I think I’m in love with you.”

heeey! haha thanks again for requesting, i really loved writing this concept 🤧

5. “Your eyes are amazing... do you know that?”

18. “I think I’m in love with you.”

ahem these pics killed me

It was a million-to-one shot, but not a miracle. It was sunny and incredibly hot!

That day Freddie got so excited about the weather that he even suggested to go to the beach. Pointless to say everyone agreed with him.

A paused practice and half an hour later, you guys were heading to the beach. Roger had suggested to take his van and y’all had immediately agreed. Worst decision ever. It was so unbelievably hot that you guys were sweating.

Because of the little space you had to sit in Brian’s lap and you were pretty sure you were squashing him. Roger was driving all over every single whole in the road and you guys were being tossed about.

“For Christ’s sake, mate” Brian snapped and Roger swore under his breath.

“I really am trying! ‘s not my fault if the road is that bad.”

“Your fault is being a terrible driver” Dominique said and Roger gave her a quick glance, amused by her words.

“I hope you’re joking, woman.” And by saying so they started to argue about Roger’s driving skills.

You turned towards Brian, surrounding his shoulders with one arm. You immediately stroked his soft hair, giving him a little smile as soon as you met his gaze.

“‘m sorry ‘m squashing you.” He gently caressed your thigh, softly squeezing it as soon as he heard your words.

“Hey, you’re not.”

“Tell me again why we agreed on this” You said as you took a deep breath desperately trying to get some fresh air.

Brian chuckled, placing a kiss on your neck at which you reacted saying “Careful, I’m all sweaty.”

“We agreed on this” He started to say, answering your question “because Freddie just couldn’t shut up about how beautiful it’d be to go to the beach. And I don’t care that you’re sweaty ‘cause I am, too.”

“And I still think it is! Say another bad word about the beach and I’ll drown you, dear.” Freddie stepped in, temporarily interrupting his conversation with John just to threaten Brian, who raised his hands as to raise the white flag.

You chuckled and right after you met Brian’s gaze. You genuinely smiled, caught off guard by his beautiful hazel eyes.

“Your eyes are amazing... do you know that?” You murmured just for him to hear and he smiled back, answering to your question by placing a kiss on your lips. He placed a few more kisses on your jawline and you closed your eyes, leaning against his gentle touch.

“Y/N” He whispered between the kisses and you arrived your brows, lazily opening your eyes in order to meet his,

“Huh?”

“I think I’m in love with you.” You blinked a few times just to make sure that you didn’t misunderstand. Brian was staring at you with an anxious look but he immediately felt relieved when he saw your smile getting wider.

You gently placed a hand on his face and leaned your forehead against his, taking a few breaths to try to slow down your heartbeat.

His words were nothing but a whisper when he went on saying “You don’t have to say it back. I just wanted to tell you ‘cause we’ve—”

“Brian” You tried to cut him off but he was so involved in his explanation that he didn’t seem to hear you.

“And even if we’ve known each other only for a couple of months I really—”

You changed strategy and you interrupted him by kissing him. He seemed caught off guard but he immediately kissed you back, placing a hand on your hip in order to hold you close.

When you backed away you shyly smiled at him, whispering against his lips “You don’t have to justify your words nor your feelings. You’re an amazing man, you always make me feel like I’m the luckiest girl in the world and that’s why I think I’m love you too, Mr. May.”

You couldn’t read the look on his face but it was beyond happy. When you leaned against him to kiss him again you almost hit your forehead with his because of a hole in the road so you both turned to Roger, annoyed by that interruption. “Really, mate?” Brian threw an arm in the air and Roger gave him a look through the rearview mirror.

“Sorry, lovebirds” he answered but he didn’t seem to bothered by Brian’s words.

Dominique turned towards you with an apologetic smile, saying “I think it was my fault.”

Prompt requests are open!

[aubzylynn]

A December Deception [Part 1]

Word Count: 1597

Series Warnings: A few curse words, pining, fake dating, fake living together, group conspiracy, teasing, probably second hand embarrassment?, and last but not least: Christmas (I feel like this is a legit warning).

Summary: Prompt found on Pinterest: I told my sister I have a boyfriend so she’d stop trying to set me up with people but now she’s coming to visit I’m in too deep I need a boyfriend ASAP.

A/N: Aaaaahhhhhh I’m freaking out. I’ve never EVER in my life posted the start to a series without having at LEAST half of it written! Please be patient with me updating this. I’m still working 3 jobs. I’m gonna shoot for updates on Fridays, okay? Sound good?  This series is also a cry for help. I spent forever in the “Steve Rogers fluff” tag trying to find some cute fluffy fics and everything that was coming up was either angst, or Steve cheating on the reader, or reader cheating on Steve WITH BUCKY which would never happen okay, or reader leaving Steve for someone else…and I want to help rectify the situation. So here, take this Stevie fluff fest. Special shout out to @sarahwroteathing. She’s always so supportive and amazing and I’m so lucky that she’s my best friend. I don’t know what I’d do without her

Please comment and let me know what you think! Being as busy as I am, I’m not going to invest time in this fic if nobody likes it, ya feel? 

[A December Deception Masterlist]

“Noooooo! No, no, no, no, no!” You cry out, tossing your phone over Wanda’s legs, and falling face first into the couch.

Wanda chuckles and tries to smooth your hair away from your face. “What’s wrong, honey?”

You push the top of your head into her thigh, groaning. “My sister’s coming over for Christmas.”

“Friendmas,” Maria corrects.

“I thought she was going to your parents’ for Christmas?” Pepper asks, coming back to the living room with a new bottle of wine.

“She was; but, apparently, they’ve decided to go on an Alaskan cruise.”

Natasha took the bottle from Pepper and filled her glass before refilling yours and Wanda’s, too. “So, what’s the problem? Why aren’t you stoked to have her over?

You sit up, hands flying to your face. Pushing the heels of your hands into your temples, you shut your eyes tightly against the judgmental looks you’re bound to receive. “She, uh. She tries to set me up with everyone.”

“Oh, no!” Wanda laughs, “What an awful sister! Is she bringing some hunky fireman to dinner?”

“Nooo…that’s.” You sigh and drag your fingers down your face dramatically. “Uh, okay here’s the problem. She thinks I have a boyfriend.”

“A what, now?” Natasha asks, failing to hide a smirk.

Your face falls into a serious pout. “You heard me, smartass. A boyfriend.”

“Oh.” the room says collectively.

“A boyfriend that lives with me.”

“Oh.” Interest colors their voices.

You’re ready for the couch to consume you as you inform them, “A boyfriend that I’m, apparently, very much in love with.”

“So,” Pepper clears her throat. “Where is this dashing man that’s swept our girl off her feet?”

“Dunno, but he needs to show up before tomorrow.”

There’s a sharp rap on your door that makes you jump and nearly spill your wine. You struggle to get up; it feels like the couch is aiding in trying to swallow you whole.

Nat looks around the group. “Who the hell is knocking? We’re all here. It’s girls’ night, right?”

Everyone else looks around in comedic confusion. You scoff at your friends and smile affectionately as you finally free yourself from your couch. You make your way around the sectional before unlocking your door. You pull the handle up a bit before yanking it open.

“Steve!”

“Hey, neighbor!” he greets warmly.

There’s a dramatic gasp behind you. “Oh, my god! Steve can be your boyfriend!”

Awkward silence filled the room. Steve’s eyes went wide as you felt an embarrassed blush warm your face.

“Steve can be her what?” Steve asks, voice suddenly high and squeaky.

“Yeah! This is perfect!”

Natasha vaults over the couch, grabs her friend, and pulls him in from the hallway before closing your front door with her hip. His eyes are still wide, brows pinched in confusion, mouth flapping in unformed questions, looking to you for answers. You press your lips into a line, reaching out for his arm as you address the room, “We’re not dragging Steve into this, you guys.”

“But he’s perfect!” Wanda objects.

“You already know each other.” Pepper says levelled, like he should have been the only clear choice. “You’re already comfortable with each other.”

“He’s–he’s my best friend! Of course we’re comfortable–”

Steve finally swallows the lump in his throat and asks, “Why do you need a boyfriend?”

“Her sister’s coming for Christmas.” Maria says.

“Can I tell him what’s happening? Please?” Exasperated, you grab Steve’s arm and pull him to your room in a desperate attempt at privacy. You knew the girls were going to be listening outside your door. “I’m sorry about this,” you start, leaning against your door while Steve settles in your chair at your desk. “You don’t have to get into this at all.”

“How is your sister connected? Why do you need a boyfriend if she’s coming over?” Steve sounds…nervous? You can’t process his reaction, you’re busy trying to keep your anxiety and embarrassment under control.

Your head falls back against the door with a dull thud. “After Scott and I broke up, she tried to set me up with everyone in her contacts list.” You explain, deliberately not looking at Steve. “It was easier to lie to her and tell her I met someone than to go on another awful date.”

He looks up at you, eyes bright. “So, when you went on all those dates, that was your sister setting you up?”

You nodded, finally having enough courage to look at Steve. He’s smiling, almost to himself. “But, listen. You don’t have to worry about it. I’ll just tell my sister that my boyfriend is on a work trip or something–”

“I’ll do it,” he says softly but surely, “I’ll be your boyfriend.”

“You will?” The whole world has been lifted off your shoulders.

Steve stands, smiling, ready to hug you and calm your nerves. What Steve wasn’t ready for, was your choked squeal. He also wasn’t anticipating you to run and jump into his arms in your elation. He catches you easily, laughing, albeit somewhat nervously, and holds you tightly to his chest.

“You’re the best friend I’ve ever had, Steven Grant,” you say, releasing him from your attack hug, moving your hands to cup his cheeks. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! I owe you big time. Whatever you need. I got you.”

Steve totters back to his apartment, full of conflicting thoughts like I’m the luckiest guy in the world and what the fuck have I gotten myself into?

He opens the door, finding Bucky in the same place he left him: less than a foot away from the television, screaming into his headset at the lack of respect his teammates were showing. “Fuck you, Wilson! You pull that shit again, I’m not helping you respawn!”

“Losing again, Buck?”

“It’s Wilson’s fault!” Amidst the gunshots, Steve vaguely heard Sam’s reply over Bucky’s headset. “No, screw you, dude, you know this loss is on you!”

Steve ignores his friend and heads to the kitchen in search of a snack, or something. He’s not quite sure what he wants. He just needs to do something. He opens the fridge and stares unseeing at the contents, replaying the conversation he just had with you. He was going to be living with you for the next couple of days. Not that he practically wasn’t already. Steve was nearly always over at your place when neither of you had work or class…

But this was so much more. He was facading as your boyfriend. He’d get to see what it was like to finally hold you that way, to kiss you, to look at you without wondering if his eyes were going to combust into hearts and lead you to the realization that he’s been in love with you for so long. He was so excited to let his real feelings out, but so nervous. What if this opened a can of worms? What if–

“Dude, I’m making you pay for the whole electric bill this month if you keep that fridge open!” Bucky scolds, closing the refrigerator door and effectively snapping Steve out of his trance.

“Shit, sorry.”

“What’s gotten into you? I was callin’ you; do you want to play COD?”

“Uh,” Steve rubs the back of his head, feels the heat of his blush creeping up his neck, “I can’t. I’ve gotta take some of my stuff to Y/N’s. I’m staying over there for a couple of days.” He sidesteps his best friend, hoping to avoid the conversation altogether. Steve pushes into his bedroom when Bucky finally processes his words.

“Hold on. Did you tell her?” he asks, running into Steve’s room, eyes bright and excited. “You sly dog, you finally did it! What did she say?”

Steve smiles and scoffs at his best friend. “She wants me to be her fake boyfriend and stay over for the next couple of days while her sister’s here.”

Steve laughed as he watched Bucky try to process the situation. He shakes his head, brows furrowed in complete confusion. “Pal, I’m gonna need you to explain what the fuck you just said.”

“Y/N’s sister is coming to visit for a few days. She told her sister that she had a boyfriend that’s living with her.”

“So, you’re the boyfriend?”

“Well, yeah. I gotta take some clothes over there…probably some stuff, too. Ya know, make it look like I live there.” Steve disappeared into his closet in search of a dufflebag.

“Steve,” Bucky calls, biting his lip and running a hand over his jaw. “You sure this is a good idea?”

Steve reappears, stack of clothes in one hand, duffle in the other. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“I’m just worried about you. I know how you feel about this girl, and I don’t want you gettin’ hurt just ‘cause she asked you to play pretend.”

Steve reaches out and grasps Bucky’s shoulder. “I appreciate the concern, Buck, but everything’s gonna be fine. Her sister’s only here until the day after Christmas. I can handle this.”

Bucky smiles and pats Steve’s shoulder affectionately. “You better take some of your paintings to hang on the walls.”

Steve’s eyes widen with realization. “I should take my kit over there, too.” He mutters to himself.

Bucky watches his best friend flit around the room, gathering clothes and art supplies, smiling like he’s bursting with excitement and anticipation. While Steve is distracted, Bucky pulls out his phone and pulls up his text thread with Natasha. Tell me what you know about this fake dating situation.

[Part 2]

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Chapter 13

1991

“It’s almost unimaginable for a band to be still so popular after 20 years. Not only you guys were the most influential British band in the 1980s, but getting Grammy’s nomination on the 20th anniversary. Congratulations Freddie, it’s quite an achievement.”

“Who knows, after 20 years. Four old ladies are still rocking away.”

“How is the work dynamic of the band members after 20 years. Has it changed at all?”

“No, we still fight like kids. Especially me and Brian.”

“Why is that?”

“Because he only writes the songs I don’t like.”

John stretched on the couch at the commercial break. He was in the dressing room backstage of Madison Square Garden in New York City getting ready for their concert tonight as part of their 20th band anniversary tour. Twenty years, he can’t believe it. He was barely twenty years old when he first joined Queen.

Their magnificent performance at Live Aid concert and finding that all of them are safe from the deadly virus somehow injected a stream of fresh energy 4 of them. They went back to the recording studio with the same enthusiasm as during the 70s. Since they all had way more money than they ever needed, they decided to credit all the songs to Queen as a group no matter who wrote it and split the royalties equally four ways. That had definitely strengthened their bonds. The closeness and chemistry they shared in the studio and on stage brought John back to the happy earlier days. In the last 5 years, they released 3 new studio albums and toured to promote each one. At 40 years old, John never felt younger.

Freddie’s interview on TV continued after the commercial break.

“Have you thought what you would do if you didn’t play music Freddie?”

“I don’t know what I would do. I can’t do much else. I can’t cook. I would be a terrible house wife. If people stopped listening to our music and stopped buying our records. I guess I would have to be a strip artist. I am just a music prostitute, my dear.”

“Do you think you will go to heaven someday Freddie?”

“Oh no. Hell is much more interesting. Think about all the people you are going to meet. You will be there too you know.”

John can’t help but laugh at Freddie’s ridiculous comment causing the interviewer to be flustered searching for the next question.

“Eaoooh!”

“Eeaoooooh!”

Freddie swung the door open and came swirling in, followed by his two other bandmates, all dressed ready for the stage. “You are watching my interview again Deaky? I know you love me, but we have to be subtler for Brian’s sake, my dear.”

“Twat.” John slapped the singer’s arm.

“Are you ready to rock and roll birthday boy?” Roger held out his hand for a high five which John returned. “Show some disco moves up there.”

Before they headed up stage to a sold-out stadium of twenty thousand people, Brian wrapped his arm around John’s waist for a quick hug and whispered, “happy 40th birthday Deaky. I love you.”

“You told me that many times today already Brian. You are getting senile with old age or what?” John giggled into Brian’s chest.

“I can never say that enough.” Brian left a peck on John’s temple before running onto the stage.

“I love you too.” John shouted as he ran behind Brian.

“I thought Freddie refused to perform in the US after MTV banned our video in the 1980s.” John was confused.

“It’s a different universe son. In this universe, you and Brian were together from the beginning so you never had the frustration that inspired you to write ‘I Want to Break Free’. So that controversial drag video which the MTV banned was never made.”

“Tonight, is a special night.” Freddie, who looked like a true king dressed in his majesty robe and crown, announced breathlessly into the microphone near the end of the concert. “Not only because we have a chance to perform in the Big Apple again after 5 years and spend the night with you beautiful people. It is also the fortieth birthday of our talented bass guitar player, song writer, and dearest friend Mr. John Richard Deacon.”

The crowd went wild with cheering. Freddie walked over grabbed John in a messy and sweaty hug before moving the crown from his head to John’s.

“The next song is going to be ‘You Are My Best Friend’. John wrote this song back in 1975. Now I am going to dedicate this song to the birthday boy, because it is true. You are my best friend Deaky. You are our best friend.”

Brian’s guitar chords kicked in with Freddie’s ballad. John’s mind went back to the day that he wrote this song all those years ago. The quiet farm house, the light autumn rain, the creak of the old piano, and Brian sitting by his side listening to him sing. John truly felt he was the luckiest man on Earth, on the top of the world.

“I have seen enough. I think I know what to do now Grandpa.” John turned to the old man and smiled.

His grandfather nodded. “That’s great son. Just remember, the only way to live your life is to be true to yourself.”

John gave the old man a tight hug. “Will I ever see you again?”

The old man chuckled, “you never saw me son. You only see what you want to see.” With that, he disappeared in front of John.

“The final song for tonight is also the last song on our new album Innuendo. We want thank you all again for the endless love and support over the last 20 years. We will continue to rock the world in the 1990s, the new millennium and beyond. After all, ‘The Show Must Go On’….

The concert scene in front of John was becoming fainter and Freddie’s voice was becoming more and more distant.

“John, honey, there you are finally.” Veronica’s relieved voice rang in John’s ears.

John opened his eyes and saw an unfamiliar room. He was dressed in a hospital gown with Veronica sitting beside his bed holding his hand. He sat up on bed with Veronica’s help and gave her a blank stare.

“John, I came as soon as I heard.” Veronica had concern written all over her pretty face. “Your car is totaled, but the doctors said you are fine. They cannot explain why you just wouldn’t wake up.”

“How long was I out for?” John asked.

“A couple of hours.”

Just a couple of hours, John grinned. He felt he lived through 16 years, twice. John grabbed Veronica’s hand and took a deep breath, “Ronnie. I’m sorry, but I have to talk to you about something….”