#i can see her underwear through the catsuit get her something COMFORTABLE

[harrykim]

i must say people acting like voy was bad until seven showed up have terrible taste, like i like seven, i love her, but she also took over arcs and screen time that should've been given to other characters sorry!

[dcnatural]

Hurricane

Word Count: 1417

Pairing: Selina Kyle x Bruce Wayne

Rating: Mature

Synopsis: During a storm, Selina Kyle and Bruce Wayne pay a visit to the Gotham Garden Motel

The storm raged fiercely outside, each lightning making the old building shake. The wind hurled fallen branches and giant wooden boards, making any pedestrians who dared to be outside be forced to duck at any moment to dodge a possibly lethal blow. Two men sat in the lounge playing poker, tossing cards and chips at the table between them. Behind the desk, Kenny, the only employee working at the moment, lazily flipped the pages of a magazine.

The front door of the Gotham Garden motel was pushed open, the cold wind blowing in the rain as a couple stepped inside. The woman wore a purple raincoat with a hood that obscured most of her face, letting only her plump red lips be seen and carried a matching shoulder bag. Behind her, the man readjusted his mirrored sunglasses and twirled the edge of his voluptuous mustache. He wore a brown suit soaked by the rain and bit impatiently at the match hanging from his lips.

The heels of her boots clickered against the floor as the woman swayed to the counter and everyone in the room stopped to look at her. Suddenly, the game wasn’t interesting anymore, and the girls in Kenny’s magazine seemed repulsive. The woman smiled and pushed back her hood, revealing the black pixie cut that framed her face and lovely cat-like green eyes.

“One room please,” she asked in a velvety tone. The clerk nodded enthusiastically and randomly fished a key from the box. The woman smiled and passed him the money, signing her name at the log with an elaborated calligraphy.

Having dropped their match, one of the men took the opportunity to assess the other newcomer, and a glint of recognition lit up in his eyes. “Malone,” called, waving at the man and getting up to greet him. “Long time no see, dude,” he raised his fist in salute, but instead of bumping it, Malone pushed him aside, following the woman upstairs. 

The woman led the way to room 93 and once the door closed behind them, the man pulled out the fake mustache and the woman opened her coat, which had been covering her black leather catsuit.

“I hate wearing this thing,” the man groaned as he placed the mustache back on his pocket.

“You do look hideous in it,” she nodded, running her slender fingers through his dark hair. “I much prefer you as Bruce Wayne than as Matches Malone,” she said with a smile, grabbing his tie and tugging him closer before passionately kissing him, her soft lips still tasting like the liquor she had been drinking before running into him.

He gave a step back, pulling away from. “Selina,” he began, but was interrupted by another kiss.

“We don’t have to talk,” she whispered against his ear and a whimper left his throat as her hand slipped beneath the waistband of his pants and underwear. He hummed happily as she stroked him, whatever he had to say was already forgotten.

Selina let go of him, eliciting a groan in dismay. But before Bruce could complain, she had already stripped off her catsuit and was walking to the bed. He followed, unbuckling his belt and removing his clothes as quickly as he could.

She laid on the mattress, her back propped up on her elbows and legs sprawled open. He stopped at the edge of the bed, taking in the sight of her.

“Are you coming or what?”, she asked teasingly.

He didn’t waste another moment before climbing inside her body, and she immediately kissed him, holding him captive within her lips. The cheap sheets were rough under his skin, but Bruce didn’t care. His knees iched from the friction, he was used to satin and silks, not to whatever fabric those blankets had been made of. 

In a quick move, Selina flipped them over so she was on top. She placed her hand on the wall behind them for support and began to thrust her hips into his rhymintically. Her boobs bounced with her movements and as he watched this performance (because everything that woman did was a show) she was putting on just for him, he felt himself getting closer to the edge. Her nails scratched the walls, peeling off the old paint and leaving deep dents into the plasterboard. A thunder roared outside, its noise muffling the moans coming from inside the room.

She let out a soft groan when she fell into bed by his side, her eyelids still half-closed and her mind racing with a million thoughts.

“It’s like our very own thunderstorm”, Bruce commented, pointing to the ceiling while she nestled her head on the crook of his neck.

“It’s kinda pretty. I wonder what caused it.”

“Structural damage, probably. This place is-,” he paused, looking for the right word. “Well, peculiar to say the least.”

She laughed, deep dimples appearing on her cheeks. “It’s no Hilton, but no one comes here for comfort. Besides, it’s the only place where Catwoman and- what’s the name again?”

“Matches.”

“Right. Catwoman and Matches could have wild sex without anyone asking too many questions. Or the cops showing up”, she added with a giggle.

They laid in bed for a while, the sound of the rain pouring violently against the glass windows relaxing them. She placed fluttering kisses on his neck as her fingers teased his crotch. 

“I could get used to this,” he told her and she huffed in amusement. “No, I mean it. We should give it a chance, you and me.”

She pulled away, sliding out of the bed. “Bruce, we are a one night thing. It’s just sex, don’t ruin it by trying to make it something that it can’t be.”

“And why can’t it be something more?”, he asked, sitting up against the headboard.

“Because I’m not that kind of person!”, she yelled as she hastily dressed up, not caring if her panties were inside out. “I’m a wanderess. If we got together, I would just end up hurting you.”

“You can’t know that for sure.”

“Yes, I can. See that shitstorm outside?”, she gestured to the darkened windows. “That’s me. Destructive. I’m a fucking hurricane, I hurt everyone I love, and I don’t want that to happen to you.”

He jumped out of bed to reach her, but she was already running out of the room, pulling up the hood on her suit and fishing her cat-goggles from her purse. She didn’t turn back when he chased down the hall, bare chested and with his disguise forgotten.

Catwoman emerged in the entryway, followed closely by a half-naked Bruce Wayne. Once more, the poker game was forgotten and the magazine tossed aside. Kenny’s jaw dropped as the infamous cat burglar reached the door knob.

“Miss, there’s a storm outside. A hurricane, according to the radio. You shouldn’t go out”, the clerk said, jumping out of his counter and grabbing her arm midmotion, preventing her from opening the entrance.

She flicked her wrist and tossed him aside, as if he was nothing more than a fly. The door flung open and water, leaves and trash poured into the motel. Bruce Wayne muttered a curse before going after her.

“What the hell was that?” one of the poker players asked. “Bruce Wayne is fucking Catwoman? When did they even come in?”

The other man shrugged. “Must have been before we arrived. This place is crazy like that.”

The rain fell like needles, every drop hitting their body with a pang of pain. Still in the driveway, Bruce grabbed her shoulder, forcing her to turn around to face him.

“What do want?”, she shouted through gritted teeth, a thunder in distance making her voice barely audible.

“You, Selina. I want you. I like you the way you are,” he held her cheeks, pulling her against his chest. “So maybe you can devastate me, but that’s a risk I’m willing to take.”

Their lips pressed together in renewed passion and, not letting go of one another, they kicked the front door open, returning to inside the warmth of the motel. 

Hours later, when the storm had passed, Matches Malone and his mysterious girl stepped out of their room and into the lobby. The poker players were passed out, cuddled together in one arm chair, and Kenny had long gone home, a skinny girl with blue hair having replaced him. The couple waved goodbye as they passed, dropping into the counter the key to room 93.

[lenavonschweetz]

Let’s Play Pretend - Part 2

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Synopsis: Requested by @finnofamerica - Bucky agrees to be your fake boyfriend for your brother’s wedding to appease your family.  There’s only one problem - you want him to be more than just a fake boyfriend.

Warnings: Fluff, fake boyfriend troupe, language, a sprinkle of angst, sexual situations, sexual tension, adult content, Big Family Shenanigans™️.

A/N: Here is part 2 of the Let’s Play Pretend Saga!  The flirting and blushing and overall fluffiness continues!  Let’s see what Bucky gets up to this time... Thanks again to 

A/N/N: I did my best to leave the reader’s ethnicity, weight, height, and overall appearance all very vague so as to not leave anyone out.  I hope it reads alright!

HUGE HUGE HUGE SHOUT OUT TO @thetruealphasmccall for being my AMAZING beta and saving me about 1/2 a million headaches. Bless. You.

Masterlist

Let’s Play Pretend - Part 1 || Let’s Play Pretend - Part 3

You barely slept a wink.

How could you when you were forced to share a full-sized bed with one of the hottest sexiest largest men you knew? 

Ok, well forced was the wrong word.  In fact, Bucky had offered to make a make-shift bed on the floor out of pillows and comforters.  ‘I’ve slept on worse, trust me doll.’  But you couldn’t let him just sleep on the floor like some animal!

But no, you just had to be the idiot who told him to get his cute little butt in the bed.  When he saw the blush on your cheeks and the way you could not meet his eyes, he just couldn’t argue.

Bucky took up most of the bed even though he tried not to.  Still, you ended up scrunched up on your side trying desperately to avoid any physical contact.  When your alarm finally went off, you practically shot out of bed and downstairs to down some coffee before you could spontaneously combust.

The rest of the house joins you shortly after you’ve finished your first cup, while you sat perched on the kitchen island like a child.  Bucky looks like absolute sex as he ruffles his bed head, yawning in his tight t-shirt and grey sweatpants - which you could definitely see through the soft material to the...morning’s effects on him. You almost fall off your makeshift marble seat at the sight.

Jesus, was everything about this man overwhelming?!

“Morning, Doll.  How’d you sleep?”  He asks with the whisper of a smirk like he had no idea that you spent the night trying desperately not to jump him.

“Like the dead.”  You deadpanned, voice even and low as your brothers soon followed the wall of a man.  You divvied out the coffees, knowing exactly how everyone liked them and not at all just trying to cover for the fact that you knew exactly how Bucky liked his (which was black) and had made it the second you came down.

“So what’s on the agenda for today?”  Mike asks as Gordon takes a sip of his coffee.  The groom shrugs.

“I normally just wait until Mom or Em tells me what to do.”  Masculine chuckles echo around the room, one, in particular, drawing your attention.  You loved when Bucky let go and smiled like this.  Like nothing in the world could take him down.  Not his past, nor the what-ifs of the future.  He was in the present, his smile reaching his sparkling eyes.  When he suddenly shifts his attention to you that smile turns to a smirk.

Shit.  Play it off, Y/N.  Just drink your coffee and look away.  He won’t call you out in front of your brothers...right?

“Yeah, what is the plan for today, boss?”  Bucky winks at you as he saddles up next to you.  Even with you sitting on the high island counter, he towers over you.  His large hand snakes around your hip and goose bumps explode across your skin.  When he begins to run his thumb in small circles on the skin, you tap the metal digits quickly with a glare.  He ignores the obvious ‘stop!’ in your eyes, continuing his ministrations as your brothers stand just paces away from you.

“I know the bridal party was going to pick up the cake and bouquets.  Oh!  And I think we're picking up our bridesmaid dresses too!”  You answer smoothly.  A feat for how hard your body is shaking being so close to his.  “I should get ready to meet them soon.”

“When’s the bachelorette party?”  Will teases.  Mike rolls his eyes, informing the youngest brother that the party was last weekend.  At that information, Bucky’s eyes find yours again.  It’s very disarming.

“You missed the bachelorette party?”  He asks with puppy dog eyes.

“Well, yeah.”  You chuckle at his crestfallen expression.  “I couldn’t exactly leave in the middle of Nat and I’s mission to go watch ripped men, dressed as something outrageous, strip with my extended family.  It was hard enough to get this week off for the wedding!”

“Well Doll,” Bucky’s tone is still playful, but you feel like there’s some truth behind his words.  “If you still want to see ripped men dressed outrageously strip for you, I am at your service.”

You shove his shoulder roughly with a laugh and hop off the counter to go get dressed.  You hope desperately that he doesn’t notice the blush on your cheeks when the thought of him stripping for you crosses your mind in vivid detail.

Emely is a ball of energy, especially in the morning.

And her wedding is not a small one.

You had prepared efficiently, polishing off the remainder of your second cup of coffee before the girls came to pick you up.  Your stomach was rather empty since you hadn’t trusted yourself to eat anything what with the way Bucky had your stomach flipping like crazy.  His comment about giving you your own private show still danced through your head as you squeezed in your cousin’s car going from errand to errand.

“So when am I going to get to meet this hunk of yours, Y/N?”  Em asks, pulling you from a detailed daydream of having Bucky dressed (and quickly getting undressed) like a fireman for your eyes only.  “Gee said the pictures don’t come close to showing how big the guy really is.”

“Y-yeah.”  You say, clearing your throat as all the attention is shifted to you.  “He’s uh...something.”

“Y/N, that is a grotesque understatement.”  Your cousin Maria says.  “Mom showed me the pictures.  The man practically oozes sex!”

“Yeah, you got that right.”  Em’s best friend, Jasmine, giggles from the front seat.  “Em and I may or may not have stalked your Instagram.  Y/N, you work with the hottest men known to man.”  A smug smile fights its way to your face at that.

“Tell me about it.”

The conversation thankfully steers away from your love life as Maria fills Em in on your Aunt’s itinerary for picking up family from the airport.  Still, you can’t stop thinking about Bucky.

Had you always felt like this?  Sure, the guy was super easy on the eyes, but so was the rest of your team!  Up until now, he had just been a friend who was nice to look at.  When had he started making your heart and mind race like this?

The boutique that had fitted the bridal party’s dresses is nothing short of classy.  In fact, when you walked in the first words out of your mouth had been “Holy shit, I’ve never seen anything so bougie.”  The staff hadn’t appreciated that.

You’re all directed to your own dressing rooms, your dresses already hung up in them for you to try on.

You stare at the gown for a moment, taken aback by the beautiful garment.  You hadn’t actually been able to make it to a single fitting, but were easily able to supply your exact measurements as skin-tight catsuits are your daily wardrobe and those had to fit just right.  Sure, they had all told you how beautiful the dresses were but you couldn’t believe you got to wear something like this.

The floor-length gown was a soft color, one that complimented your hair and skin tone perfectly.  For years, you’d gotten used to tactical gear, catsuits, and gym clothes.  Sure, there were dresses involved on missions every now and again, but more times than not Nat was the one going undercover while you were the eyes and ears from afar. You didn’t get wear elegant things like this.  You much preferred the sniper’s detail than you did the seduction.  And it had absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with the fact that Bucky was usually your partner on the sniper’s detail.  Nope.  Not at all.

The silk drapes perfectly over your body, accentuating every curve, every contour in only the best ways.  You’ve never felt nor looked like this.  You’re honestly a little speechless when you see yourself, and you aren’t the only one.

“Y/N,” Maria whispers when you emerge.  “You look absolutely stunning.”

“Do you really think so?”  Doing a little spin, you face yourself in the surrounding mirrors.

“Do I really think so?”  Maria’s head suddenly rests on your shoulders, her arms winding around your waist.  You smile at your cousin through your reflection as she hugs you from behind.  “You are going to take Bucky’s breath away. cuz.”

“Thanks, Riri.”  You squeeze her forearms as a way of returning her hug before turning to face her and hold her at arms’ length.  “Emely chose the prettiest dresses.”

“Of course I did!  Only the best for my girls!  Now,”  Em embraces you both before pulling away to shoo you to your dressing rooms.  “Go ahead and get out of them so we can pick up the cake!”

Giggles trickle through the party as you all go to change.  Upon entering your stall, you see your phone light up with a message.  You unlock it with a smile at whose name pops up on your phone - a true feat considering you manage it one handed while also shimmying out of your dress.

Setting your phone down once more, you return the gown to its hanger, smoothing it out before handing it to the awaiting consultant on the other side of the dressing room door.

Another ping alerts you to a message and you cock an eyebrow at his ‘Just finished?  You still at the shop?’  You answer, giggling as you the two of you text while you reach for your bra to finish getting changed.  His latest reply makes you freeze.

He’s kidding.  Of course, he’s kidding.  He’s just fucking with you like he always does.  Why would Bucky Barnes ask you for a picture of you in just your underwear?!

But then what if he wasn’t?  What if Bucky was really asking you for an intimate picture?  What if when you sent it he would groan low in his throat - the groan that never fails to turn you on - as he palms himself through his pants?  Would he bite down on his plump bottom lip with those perfect teeth as he unbuckled his belt and pushed down his pants...

Before you can stop yourself, you’re dropping your bra.  This particular dress couldn’t be worn with a bra and if he wanted to see your bridesmaid lingerie, well then you’d show him!

You open your camera with shaking fingers, taking advantage of this sudden courage before it dissipates.  Angling the phone so the picture starts just above your collarbones, you drape your arm across your chest and press the capture button.  It’s not bad.

The swell of your breasts disappears below your arm, your palm cupping the outside of one to accentuate your cleavage.  Your hip is cocked just so, your back arched and turned slightly for a nice profile photo.  You’d even managed to slip the heels back on, and it did wonders for your legs and backside.  Your backside, which by the way, looks fucking amazing peeking out from underneath slightly sheer lace panties that match the color of your gown perfectly.

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding and smirk to yourself.

Maybe you would send it.

If anything, you could just tell him to go fuck himself and play it off as a joke...right?

When your phone alerts you to another message, you unlock your phone to attach the photo in his text thread.

But what you see wipes the confident look straight from your face.

A deep regret floods through your chest, followed by painfully powerful embarrassment.  Of course, he was kidding!  Who were you kidding?  He’s your friend; he’s just here pretending to be your boyfriend.  Just because you’re putting on this facade for your family doesn’t mean you’re suddenly going to fall in love with each other!

Brushing off your disappointment, you type back what you hope is a flippant enough response to defuse the situation.  When Bucky suddenly returns to his playful self, you know you’ve done just that.

You lock your phone with a sigh and return to your day clothes before finally emerging from your dressing room.  You immediately put on a smile as you find the rest of the ladies, putting that Avengers training to good use.  You may have felt like absolute shit now, but you weren’t going to let them know, and you sure as hell weren’t going to let it ruin the rest of your week.

“How was the rest of your day?”  Bucky asks as he tugs his shirt off over his head in prep for bed.  “I mean how was it really.”  A groan escapes you before you can stop it.  The greatest assassin known to man would pick up on your behavior at dinner, no matter how minuscule your shift in demeanor.

“It was fine.”  You play off, slipping under the covers in your oversized t-shirt from your favorite band’s concert that you attended with your step-mom in high school.

“Doll.”  He fixes you with a hard stare, ridiculously muscular arms crossing over his broad, bare chest.  It takes everything you have to rip your eyes away from the light dusting of dark hair and freckles against his pale skin.

“Ok, fine!  It was...long.”  You relent.  “Emely dragged us all over and I’m just tired.”

Bucky didn’t buy it, not for a second.  He hummed low and sighed before uncrossing his arms to climb in next to you.  Thankfully, he flicks off the light and that seemed to be the end of that.

“Y’know, if it’ll help you sleep, I don’t mind if you want to snuggle with me.”

“Oh, fuck off Barnes.”  You grumble facing away from him, a fact that you’re glad for because you know you’re blushing.

“I just noticed that you were curled in on yourself last night in a position that didn’t look comfortable at all.  If you were trying to keep your distance for my comfort, I just wanted to let you know you don’t have to.”

A silence falls over the dark room before you give in.  Fumbling with the sheets you let yourself get comfortable, telling yourself that there was nothing weird about sleeping this close to a friend.  Thankfully, this adjustment seems to do wonders as sleep already begins to overtake you.  Before you fall asleep, you mumble.

“...Thanks, Buck.”  You think his fingers brush your own before taking your hand, but write it off as a trick of your groggy mind.

“Anytime, Doll.”

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TRUE LOVE TAGS:

@bxtchybrie , @sergeantjamesbarnes107th , @itsanotheravengersimaginesblog , @blackcoffeeandgreenteaforme , @james-bionic-barnes , @mickeyl322 , @stank-tower , @lostinspace33 , @thecrownedrose , @nikkitia7 , @redroomproperty , @magpiegirl80 , @fifi1433 , @knittingknerdy , @specs15 , @justareader , @metalarmandredstar , @agentsofcap , @marvel-lucy , @pickylittlebitch , @shamvictoria11 , @twistedfate108 , @tori-medusa-belongs-to-bucky , @too-many-fandoms-and-shitposting, @allinhishands , @hellomissmabel , @mizzzpink , @smexy-bucky-waifu , @annwhojumps , @avengerofyourheart , @saffreelove , @palaiasaurus64 , @flowercrownsandmetallicarms , @sexyvixen7 , @armenian-nerd, @thiddlestoff , @callingmrsbarnes , @avengebuckybarnes , @splaine-to-me , @to-be-a-sunshine , @heismyhunter , @miladycollie , @4theluvofall , @sebastianbarnesandchrisrogers , @writingourwildestemodreams , @imadandelion-yourearose, @sebbymylove16, @harrysbbby, @italyand5soslover283, @gingerbatchwife,@httpbarnes, @subtletynotwithstanding, @panickingwiththefalloutboys, @hardcorehippos, @ryverpenrad, @stellarfairie, @nativesebby, @violentlyfarts, @dianelogan, @mrtinslydia, @ladylizzieofdarbyshire, @unidentifiedanonfics, @microscopicmonsters, @elohunnie, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @paprika0437

BUCKY BABES:

@meganlane84 , @thewinterher0 , @winter-in-wakanda , @221bshrlocked , @iamkaties111003 , @castiel-barnes , @creideamhgradochas , @sebbytrash , @nykitass , @livenicebebeautiful , @slickblitz , @supersoldier-buckybarnes , @jarnesbrnes , @my-wings-will-heal, @octopishisahybridanimal, @harleyscheekheart, @leoberosis, @da-sebooty-be-plentiful, @jamesbarncs, @thenightmarebeforesam, @mermaidinplaid, @gucci---garbage, @siliverin, @ageekybookworm, @nilly-willy , @musichowler, @mermaidinplaid

LET’S PLAY PRETEND TAGS:

@l4life, @julesthequirky, @happy-pooter, @angelsofalliteration, @mlehbleh, @maximofos, @fuckthatfeeling, @marvel-fan-queen, @buckyisthepuresthuman,  @sicparvismagnaxi, @jamesbbarnes17, @some-emo-ass-poetry, @natalia-romvnova, @the-mrs-cap-evans, @savetoreadzx, @alyxandriamac, @just-add-butter, @anotherotter, @crazybunny02-blog, 

[tyrustrash]

Summary of chapters 1-8: TK comes from an abusive home and struggles opening up to his roommates, Leon and Layla. He thinks Leon will be the typical straight guy he had to deal with in high school, but TK eventually comes out when he is proven wrong. During a Zumba class with Layla, TK learns to try new things because he’ll never know what he’ll enjoy. Along the way in his college experience, he meets Orion, Ricky, and Kyle, a group of friends that seem odd. After Orion and Ricky have a huge fight during Greek Week on campus, Orion moves into TK’s dorm to avoid sharing a room with Ricky. When the roommates get high, TK starts showing his feelings for Orion and the others pick up on his crush. TK learns that Orion was responsible for the car accident that gave Kyle severe brain damage. During their time together, TK starts thinking about his crush on him but doesn’t want to do anything about it because Orion is straight, and he just recently broke up with his girlfriend. He decides to step out of his comfort zone to impress Orion by getting a tattoo. Other information that might be useful: Regina and Kyle are dating, Layla and Regina are mortal enemies, TK is out to only Leon, Layla, and Orion.

 9. Dark Angel

           My first Halloween experience is something that I’m not prepared for. Growing up, my family never allowed me or Brighton to celebrate it because father didn’t want us to have any fun, or that it’s a Devil’s holiday, or whatever excuse he gave. To make up for it, Brighton would buy the two of us bags of candy and we would watch the Disney Channel Halloween movies because I was too young to watch the actual scary movies.

           We’re at this rich kid’s mansion and it’s already a mess. The night is dark with only the laser beams lighting up the outside. The music seems to be on a shuffle of the worst dance music, which probably doesn’t matter because most people will be focused on getting drunk or laid. There are piles of plastic cups and beer cans in the yard. There’s a girl being carried out by her friends because she’s passed out from drinking too much.

When we enter the house, there are more lights thanks to the disco balls and strobe lights. I notice that everyone from the campus is here, even Bubbles, who is dressed like Taylor Swift. I notice Ricky, in a terrible mafia boss outfit, trying to get girls. The only person I don’t see is Kyle, which is understandable. Orion can’t be here because he says he has assignments to do.

I turn to Leon and Layla and admire their costumes. Leon is in a skin-tight black latex catsuit, which includes a tail and a pair of cat ears. The suit fits him so well that it outlines all his features, including the parts of the lower half of his body. Layla is dressed as Harley Quinn from the Suicide Squad movie with the bat as a prop. She’s been using the bat as a dancing partner, which makes the others watch out.

My costume is an elegant white suit that has sparkles of glitter that shimmers when light hits it. I have a pair of angel wings attached to the jacket. The wings are made of the realistic prop feathers from the theatre department that are attached to plastic wiring. I’m also wearing a mask identical to the one Hilary Duff wears in A Cinderella Story, one of my favorite movies.

I walk around a bit before heading into the kitchen to get something to drink. Different brands of beer are covering the island and none of them seem good. I don’t care for the taste of beer and would rather enjoy a Seagram. I open the fridge and I’m not surprised to see that it’s mostly vodka and tequila.

“Looking for something?”

I turn around and see a guy wearing a black version of my costume. His entire suit looks like it’s made of the most expensive silk. It’s plain, yet charming. His wings appear to be a mix of angel and crow. His mask screams nothing but satisfaction from a BDSM night of fun. His slick back hair finishes the costume as a nice touch.

I shut the fridge and lean against the nearby counter. He has this aura that pulls me in. I can’t describe it, but I know I don’t have anything to worry about because I’m too busy swooning over him. I kind of think he’s sexy, even though a good bit of his face is covered.

“Just for something better to drink. I don’t like beer, or any hard stuff.”

“There’s wine in the top right cupboard, next to the oven.”

I open the cupboard and there’s an arrangement of different kinds of wine. My fingers graze the labels trying to find the right one, even though I’ve never had wine. I choose one of the last ones and show it to him.

“Is Pink Moscato any good?”

“How about we find out.” His voice and charisma are so striking that I can’t believe I’m about to drink with him. He grabs two wine glasses from under the island and takes the bottle and pours.

“Is that enough?” I ask while looking at my nearly full glass. I take it from him, along with grabbing the bottle, and go back to the counter and lean against it. “Don’t you think it’s too much?”

“You seem like you can handle it. Besides, it’s wine. You’ll need a lot to feel a buzz.”

I spin the glass a little before raising it to my lips. I hesitate for a second but start drinking when he gives me a comfortable head nod. It tastes semi-sweet as it goes down easily. I can’t stop drinking. I pick up the bottle and pour me some more.

“Woah,” he says while laughing. “Slow down, tiger.”

“I’m an angel,” I say childishly with a smirk.

“Sure as hell ain’t acting like one.”

He smiles as he comes towards me. The way he walks exudes swagger. His hips swerve in a motion that get me hypnotized and thinking what else he can do with his hips. He adjusts the cuffs of his jacket and I can only imagine what else he can do with his hands. When he gets barely inches away from me, I don’t know what’s going to happen. However, I do know that I want him to be closer.

He presses his chest on mine as he reaches over me to grab another bottle. I’m pleasured by taking in the scent of his Eternity by Calvin Klein cologne. He has taste, but I’ll forever prefer the American Eagle fragrances. His shirt lifts when he reaches, allowing me to see the waistband and some of his American Eagle Pride boxer briefs. My God. He just got even more attractive.

A guy in his underwear has always been my biggest turn on, but I never got this turned on, or turned on at all because I’ve never experienced anything other than when I was fourteen, and that’s still a confusing time. The closest that I’ve been was watching all the videos that I found online. Seeing that it’s Pride themed gives me reassurance. Everything about this sends blood rushing through my body.

My hand starts shaking and I accidentally grab his shirt and pull it down to cover up his underwear. I gasp when I realize what I did. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did that.”

“It’s alright,” he tells me as he slightly backs up, a new bottle of Pink Moscato in hand. “You can do whatever you want. It’s a party after all.”

I smirk. “But I barely know you. Hell, I just met you.”

“We can get to know each other.” He bites on his bottom lip and it’s enough to make me quiver. “There’s a room in the back that we can go to for some privacy. Only if you’re comfortable with that.”

I don’t know what’s coming over me. Maybe it’s the wine already taking its effect. Maybe it’s the thrill of our identities being a mystery that’s making this more exciting. But I take the risk of being bolder than I have ever been. Remembering Layla’s advice, I take the chance to venture out and do something that I have never done. I hope this plays out well.

I nod and say, “Only if we take things slow.”

He softly smiles as he grabs the first bottle and heads out. I follow him after chugging the rest of what is in the glass. When we go through the main room where people are, I glimpse at Leon and Layla on the dance floor. They see me going to the back with the guy and they both give different reactions. Leon gives me an approving thumbs up while Layla seems concerned.

The guy and I enter a dark room in the back of the mansion. He turns on the lights, which doesn’t help much given that the only light source are the rainbow LED lights scattered across the walls. For some reason there’s a pool table with a fish tank on top. There are some expensive looking fish swimming around. The only other thing in the room are assorted bean bag chairs arranged in a circle in a corner with what seems to be a box full of products pertaining to weed. I assume this room is used for nothing but a good time.

I go on one side of the pool table and rub my fingers across the velvet. The softness feels nice. I reach the fish tank and bend down to get a closer look. I see a little clownfish swimming around. I try waving to it, but it swims off. Looking forward, I see the guy on the other side looking straight at me. He smirks.

“You like fish, don’t you?” he asks while straightening up.

“I like a lot of things.” I walk to the edge of the pool table as he makes his way to the diagonal edge. I keep my expression and voice as seductive as I can be, which isn’t great, but I can tell he’s liking this. “I like exploring my interests.”

“How about we explore something together?” His voice is a little shaky. “We can possibly try something new.”

“What do you have in mind?”

I make my way over to him, strutting and making sure to use my hips. He bites his lip and some beads of sweat start forming on his forehead. I place my hand on his shoulder and I slowly make my way down his arm until I reach his hand. I hear a slightly audible moan that sounds so adorable. I then snatch the open bottle of wine from his hand and start drinking.

           I don’t know if it’s the wine, excitement, secrecy, or a combination of it all, but I’m in ecstasy right now and I don’t want it to stop. A mysterious man is making me feel wanted. Finally, a chance at a relationship if this goes somewhere. The only thing I’m worried about is messing it up by doing the wrong thing. That’s a later problem. Right now, I’m wanting to see how far I’m willing to go because I don’t know if I’ll ever see him again.

           He places the new bottle of wine on the pool table. “What do you want to do? I’m open for anything.”

           “Let’s just talk for a moment.” Even though I do like the idea of doing things with him, I’d rather know more about him. “First question. Why did you bring me to this room?”

           “I’ve been to a few parties here and this is typically one of the least used rooms because it doesn’t have a bed.”

           “So you don’t want to take me to bed?”

“I do!” he quickly shouts. I give a sarcastic expression and he reassembles his thoughts. “I mean, I do, but only if you want to. I figured you wanted to privately talk first.”

“I do want to talk.” I rub my fingers on part of his wings and appreciate the feeling of it. “Let’s talk about your wings for a second. They’re so big. Definitely bigger than mine. I was embarrassed to go with these because I thought they wouldn’t be big enough.”

“Size doesn’t matter to me,” he says in a reassuring voice. “It’s all about how they’re used.”

“The bigger the better they say,” I say teasingly. “I bet when you fly you soar long and forcefully.”

“I can slow down if I’m with somebody. Gotta make sure we’re on the same pace.”

“You might have to teach me how to fly, I’m still learning.”

“That can be arranged.” He takes a hand and caresses the side of my face. He places the other on my back. He pulls me in closer and says, “What do you want to do?”

I lean over to his ear and whisper, “Let’s talk some more.”

“How exciting.”

I walk back to the back edge of the pool table and drink some more. He smiles harder and straightens his jacket. I check him out a little more and my mouth drops when I see something. “Looks like you’re really excited.”

He looks down and notices the big tent in his pants. He chuckles. “Yeah, I am. It’s because of you.”

“How sweet. You’re not going to try hiding it in embarrassment?”

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s just the two of us and you already noticed.”

“Moving on,” I say while wanting to change the subject. I know if we continue like this, I might do something I’ll regret. “What really made you come on to me? Like, half my face is covered, and I know we’ve never met before because I never go out.”

“Probably the same reason you agreed to come here with me. You have this aura about you that wants to make me get to know you more. Your smile is beautiful, along with your bright blue eyes that are like orbs of the ocean.”

“Poetic. Must be an English major.”

“Nah, just really cheesy.”

“I like cheese. It goes great with wine.” We laugh as I drink more.

“And I like your sense of humor.”

“Please. I’m awkward in these types of situations and I just say shit.”

“Why are you awkward?” he asks in a sincere tone. “Are you afraid?”

I chug the rest of the bottle and toss it to the side. The emotions from my past start coming back. All this wine in me isn’t helping to keep my emotions stable.

“Not of you, well, for the most part I’m not,” I say without looking at him. I turn my head to the side to keep him from seeing me getting emotional. “But it’s just that I’ve never had people care about me. I mean, I had one person, but it took me too long to realize it because of the mistreatment I received growing up. I’ve been outcasted, bullied, and I have no social skills. I’ve never had anyone show romantic interest in me and I don’t know what to do. I’m just trying to do what I see in movies in hopes of it working. I’m afraid I’m going to mess this up somehow and that you’ll end up hurting me.”

He rushes over to me and takes both my hands and looks me in the eyes. “I will never hurt you. I’m not that type of person.”

“You may not get the chance to since I doubt that we’ll meet again. Unless you’re willing to show me who you are.”

The silence in the room allows me to hear the fish swimming in their tank. He looks conflicted as he scratches the back of his head. I don’t know why I brought that up. I’m more than likely not going to reveal myself.

“I would love to,” he says, “but I prefer to keep the secrecy for now. I’ve been going through some stuff lately. I’ve been having fun, I have. I don’t want this to end. But I promise we’ll meet again.”

“How?”

“I know that the people over at student life are planning a huge party later in the semester. How about we show up in costumes to it. I’m sure I’ll be ready by then.”

I smile. “Sounds like a plan. So, what now?”

“I heard that the fireworks will be going off in a few minutes.”

“Fireworks? For a Halloween party?”

“The host is rich, they don’t care.”

“Makes sense.”

“Meet me on the balcony in five minutes.”

We make our way out of the room, but I make sure to take the new bottle of wine, open it, and start drinking. He takes the bottle from me and takes a sip. I tilt the bottle, resulting in some dripping down his chin and onto his outfit. I laugh as he tosses some of the wine at me and I get wet. He runs away while laughing as I meet up with Leon and Layla.

Layla comes to me and seems worried. “Are you alright? Did he do anything to you?”

“Yeah, he’s alright,” Leon says. “He looks like he enjoyed himself.”

“Oh, I did,” I tell them with the biggest smile on my face. “It was refreshing.”

“Nice. Let me know if you need the room later.”

Layla slaps his chest. “Leon, something could’ve happened.”

“And it seems like something did.”

“Guys,” I say. They stop and look at me. “Nothing like that happened. All we did was talk and it was great. I’m fine. He was a great conversation partner.”

“I’m glad you’re okay and enjoying yourself,” Layla says as she prepares to go back on the dance floor. She swings her bat around for a second. “But let me know if you need my help with anything.”

Leon places a hand on my shoulder. “Good for you for meeting someone. I’m proud of you.”

“Thanks.” I make my way upstairs. “I’m going to the balcony to watch the fireworks. See you guys afterwards so we can go back to the dorm.”

Ten minutes go by and I start to think if I’m being stood up. I’m afraid to leave because if I leave and he comes then he’ll think the same. The night breeze chills my face and all I want is to feel the warmth of his arms around my waist, his breath running down my neck.

As I’m thinking about him, I hear the door open. A person stands next to me and I know it’s him. I want to hug him, but don’t want to risk someone seeing. We don’t look at each other, we just keep staring forward as the fireworks begin.

“You know,” I start saying, “tonight has been the most fun that I’ve had ever.”

“Really?” he asks as if I’m lying. “It can’t be. You seem to be the type to have tons of fun times.”

“I wish that were the case, but my childhood was rough. My parents, mainly my father, wouldn’t let me do anything. And since I started college, I haven’t really had that many experiences.”

“Well, I’m glad I was able to make you have fun. I wish I could do more.”

“Me too,” I sigh. I know how hard it is to figure things out, so I don’t want to make him feel like we have to rush things. “And we will have more fun later. Right now, let’s just enjoy the moment.”

We watch the fireworks as they go off in sets of bright colors. From red, to blue, to even multicolored explosions. The spectacular is amazing. This is my first time seeing fireworks in real life since father never allowed us to have them.

In the corner of my eye, I see his hand slowly making its way across the railing and coming towards me. It’s like he’s hesitant, not wanting to do something big in case someone sees. I return the action and I start moving mine. My hand starts shaking as our fingers touch. There’s a spark of electricity running through my veins and I hope he feels it in him too.

He places his hand on top of mine and holds it. At this moment, I feel like I’m in heaven. Holding a boy’s hand in public has always seemed so far out of reach for me. I start thinking about where this could lead us. We could eventually hold hands out of costume, then start a relationship, then kiss, then hopefully move on to more exciting moments.

I’m getting too far ahead of myself. Not even an hour of knowing this guy and I’m having these thoughts. I wonder if Leon thinks like this whenever he meets a new girl, or if it’s just me since I don’t know what it’s like.

His hand is soft and secure. I want to stay like this the whole night, but it’s cut short when we hear someone stomping towards us. We quickly retract our hands and hope the person doesn’t notice.

Regina soon steps between us. She’s dressed like Regina George from Mean Girls. How fitting. She reeks of alcohol and she appears a little tipsy. She has a plastic cup in her hand that’s half empty. She gives me a nasty stare before acting thirsty for the guy. She uses her free hand to rub his arm.

“Hey, handsome,” she says. “Angels are supposed to be pure, but how about we get a little dirty.”

He huffs. He’s annoyed by her and tries stepping back. “You have a boyfriend, Regina.”

“Please, Kyle’s so stupid that he’ll just think I was having a playdate if he finds out.” She doesn’t care about him at all, so it questions me why she’s still with him.

“Don’t call him that,” he angrily says. He’s hot when he’s passionately angry. “Besides, I would never want to do anything with you.”

“Don’t say that.” She reaches out and grabs his arm, squeezing his muscles. “I can give you things no other girl can.”

“No means no,” he says sternly. “Like I said, I don’t want to do anything with you. You’re not my type.”

She gasps as if it’s surprising a guy wouldn’t want to do her. “You come to my party and refuse me. You’re a bad guest.”

“And you’re a bad girlfriend. And a bad person.”

“How dare you say that to me.”

“How dare you think that I’m interested in you. How dare you continue stringing along Kyle making him think that you’re innocent. You’re nothing but a selfish bitch who doesn’t care about who you hurt as long as you get what you want.”

He storms off. Regina is left with me with her mouth hanging so low that her jaw could snap off. She then looks at me as if she’s considering lowering her standards. I don’t say anything to her, I just walk off.

When I go back inside the mansion, I don’t see the guy anywhere. I go check the room we were in and it’s the way we left it. I return to the main room and meet up with Leon and Layla. They see my worried expression and stop dancing.

“What’s wrong?” Layla asks.

“I’m sorry,” I say. “Can we go back now?”

“Don’t apologize,” Leon tells me. “It’s okay. We can leave if that’s what you want.”

I nod and we go to Layla’s car. On the drive back, all I can think about is why the guy got so intense with Regina. Do they know each other? They must if he said all that to her with such passion. Now I’m thinking if he’s okay and where he went. I hope he’s safe.

We enter our dorm with bags of Taco Bell that we picked up. Orion is sitting on the living room floor with his laptop on the table. His hair is wet, presumably he just got out of the shower. Leon tosses him a bag of burritos.

I take off my jacket with my wings and I remove my mask to throw them into my room. I plop on the couch and grab a burrito from the bag. I take a bite as I look at what Orion is doing. He has his email up and is writing something to Sora.

“What’ve you been doing tonight?” Layla asks.

“Mainly getting work done,” he quickly responds as if he’s ready to be asked. “Now I’m trying to figure out what I want to say to Sora, but I can’t think of the right words.”

“It’ll come to you,” Leon says as he begins taking off his costume. He brings the top part down to just below his waist. “Girls are complicated, that’s why I like to keep things simple.”

“Says the guy who’ll drop to his knees just for an ounce of attention from a girl and won’t stop crying until she notices you” Layla jokingly comments as she goes to her room.

Leon goes to our room and I remain on the couch next to Orion. He looks at me and shuts his laptop. “You had fun?”

“A blast,” I tell him. “Best night of my life.”

“Glad to hear. By the way, why did you go with the angel costume?”

“I was living my Violetta fantasy,” I say in slight embarrassment.

“What’s that?”

“Violetta is a Disney Channel show. It’s from Argentina, so you probably never heard of it. The main character dressed up as an angel and I wanted to resemble her because it’s one of my favorite shows.”

“Cool. How come you’ve never mentioned it before?”

I shrug my shoulders. “I always thought it was something to be embarrassed about. I always had to keep it hidden when I was at home because I knew my father wouldn’t approve of me watching a show in Spanish.”

“Well, you don’t have to be embarrassed about anything with us. We won’t judge you.”

“Thanks. Then I can tell you that I met this guy at the party. Now I’m really happy that I decided to dress up as the angel because the guy dressed up as a black angel. I think it’s a sign.”

“What happened between you two?”

“We just talked, but he made me feel special. We kinda flirted a bit, and I got turned on a little. He just knew how to draw me in and make me feel desired. Now I know what Leon must feel like with Stephanie, or what you had with Sora. Oh, sorry.”

“Nah, it’s fine,” he says as though it isn’t fine. “I need to learn to move on.”

“I hope you get the chance to. Even though I don’t know what it must feel like, I can listen anytime you want to talk. But I might not be the right person since, you know, I’m gay and all that.”

We chuckle a little as we eat our burritos. Orion scoots a little closer to me. He seems nervous to say something. He shakes his head as though he doesn’t want to say what’s on his mind. He doesn’t look at me as he says, “I have a question, and I don’t mean to sound offensive. I’m just curious.”

“What is it?” I ask while gaining concern for my friend.

“What’s it like being gay?”

That shakes up my brain. “What do you mean?”

“Like, when did you know you were gay?  What are the feelings?”

I shrug because I really don’t know. I never had to think about this. “I knew I was gay in the eighth grade, but I guess it’s the same feelings that you have for girls. It just so happened my feelings were with boys.”

“Were you ever confused?”

“Not really. Up until then, I never had any sort of feelings for anyone. It wasn’t until the end of middle school where it just clicked and my brain told me I was feeling things for a boy in my class. I did question why I had feelings for boys, but I never was confused. I just knew I liked them.”

“Ok, thanks.” He finishes up the burrito and grabs another.

“Why do you ask? I don’t mind answering, but is there a reason?” 

He shakes his head. “It’s just that I never knew any gay people before and I wanted to know more about them and what it’s like for them. There weren’t really any gay people back in my high school. There was one, but the moment he told people he was severely beaten up and sent to the hospital. He ended up being homeschooled for the rest of high school. When I heard the news that he was gay, I wanted to talk to him to ask why he was gay, just because I only knew what the media told me and I wanted the perspective of an actual gay person.”

“Well, you have me. I don’t mind answering any questions.”

“Thanks, man. I got one more question. Am I a bad person?”

“What? What makes you say that?”

“That gay guy in high school. When he was getting beat up, I just stood there and watched. I was afraid of stepping up because I thought people would think I was like him and then turn on me. I would’ve said or done something, I swear, but I was too scared. I felt like I had to choose a side: do the right thing or stick with my pack. I didn’t feel like I could do both. Does what I did in high school make me a bad person?”

I place a hand on his shoulder. “No, it doesn’t. I’m sure we all did things in high school we regret. What we did in high school doesn’t define who we are. It’s what we do as adults that matter.”

“Thanks for that.”

“No problem. Anything else on your mind?”

“Nah,” he says while shaking his head. “Everything else that’s on my mind I have to figure out myself.”

“Okay.” I grab the remote. “How about we watch TV to clear our minds.”

“Sounds perfect, but I pick what we watch.”

He takes the remote from my hand and pulls up YouTube. He quickly searches for Violetta videos and I get excited at the idea of him possibly liking something else that I like. He clicks the first video, which is one of the performances of “Underneath It All”, one of my favorite songs. It’s the performance where Violetta is singing as an apology to her boyfriend in hopes of him forgiving her.

Next, he chooses “Habla Si Puedes”, the one where it’s like a music video where Violetta is stuck between choosing two lovers and doesn’t know what to do. Orion knows how to get me in my feelings because these two songs are what I listen to the most as they’re what I imagine a future love interest of mine singing to me. I even want “Underneath It All” to be played at my wedding.

We end the night by putting on a playlist of the performances from the show as I explain the plot to him. Without realizing it, I get a blanket and cover us up as we settle for bed. I’m too tired to walk over to my room and I’m sure he won’t mind sharing the couch.

[elatedmarvel]

Wednesday

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Something significant in your relationship with Steve Rogers happens on different days of the week.

Warnings: Blood, injury

A/N: This is the only kind of angsty one in the whole series. And it’s a little on the long side. My bad! I hope you enjoy and thank you so much for reading! ~J

My Masterlist

The rustling of clothes and drawers shutting was all that was heard throughout the house. You quickly stole a glance at Steve’s backside as you both were packing your go-bags for the upcoming mission. Your eyes wander from his backside to the picture on the wall besides him.

You in a short white dress, him with his best suit, both grinning ear-to-ear at Bucky who was behind the camera. The only other person at your elopement. You had woken up with the need to become Mrs. Rogers that day, and Steve was all too happy to comply. You gathered a dress and Steve went to get Bucky and a suit, and met up at the courthouse. Your heart sunk a little thinking back to that day as you twisted the simple band on your finger, it had been one of the happiest days of your lives. It had been filled with laughter and passionate confessions of love. It was the day you vowed to be by your favorite person’s side forever, and now the picture mocked you.

Before, packing would be an event you looked forward to. Playing music and dancing around while gathering each other’s possessions. Steve would neatly fold all the clothing while you gathered all the toiletries and anything he missed. He would pull out your lacy underwear, waggle his brow and the both of you would be tangled in sheets before you had finished packing.

Now there was silence. No music, no laughing, and no teasing as you both gathered your own things methodically and quickly.

Zipping up your duffle you think back to how you had fallen so far from where you were. The nights that you or Steve had just crashed at the tower after a long mission, instead of coming home to waiting arms. The nights where you both had just gone to bed because you were too exhausted to go on dates or just sit and enjoy each other’s company. The subjects of conversation moved from being about everything and anything to missions and what needed fixing around the house. The house that now felt empty and cold, even when Steve was there.

You swallow the lump in your throat and pull off the ring you had been fiddling with to set it on the dresser besides Steve. He looks up at you with an eyebrow raised.

“I don’t want to lose it tomorrow on the mission” you state.

He shrugs and moves to place both of your duffle bags by the front door.

His eyes water a little as he sits himself down at his desk in his office. Never once did you take the ring of before you needed to. You would both have to take the rings off when on missions, but they would always be tucked on chains or secret compartments in your uniforms, it used to never leave your bodies.

Steve stares at the picture on his desk. It was on that Natasha had taken at a party, both of you were dressed up to the nines. His favorite thing about the picture wasn’t how angelic and beautiful you looked though. It was the fact that surrounded by all those people, it seemed that you two were in your own world. Your head was tossed back in mid-laugh as he was staring lovingly down at you, his arms wrapped around you and your hands resting on his chest. It was simple and carefree.

Looking at the picture now made Steve nauseous. Why wasn’t it like that anymore? Where had all the magic gone? Instead of lazy Sundays in bed whispering sweet nothings to each other, they were spent shopping for the week or training. The impromptu date nights were quickly drowned out by the amount of paperwork you both had. Relaxing bubble baths together moved into hot showers by yourselves and then passing out as soon as the lights were out. He no longer woke up snuggled into you. The thought that he was losing you made his heart ache.

Quickly wiping the tears that came to his eyes, he walked quietly upstairs. He had hoped that you were still awake, but when he walked in the room was dark and he saw your outline under the comforter. He sighed and crawled into bed, facing the wall instead of you. He vowed that tomorrow, after the mission he would break the tension between you two and fell into a restless slumber like all the nights before.

His alarm woke you up from your dreamless sleep and you both got up and did your routine mindlessly. This was the first mission you two would go on together in a while and Steve was a bit nervous. There was a nagging feeling in his gut when he woke up and when he looked at you in the mirror as you two were silently getting dressed, that feeling amplified.   

“Hey, be careful out there today” the words slipped out before he could think. You looked up at him in surprise. This was the first time you had spoken in the morning for almost a week, and that realization made you want crumble to the floor. You smiled lightly at him, one he could tell did not reach your eyes, and nodded.

“You too.” you whispered and walked out of the room. Talking to Steve felt unusual and awkward now, something that never used to happen, not even when you two had first met.

In a matter of hours the quinjet was landing in a forest far away from the base you were going to try and infiltrate. It was supposedly abandoned and Tony had wanted you too to scope it out, see if they left any information behind.

“Bucky and Nat will go in from the right side, (Y/N) and I will take the left, Sam be our eyes in the sky” Steve ordered and you all went into position.

Moving slowly behind Steve, all you could think about was how much you wanted to reach out and touch him. To say you were sorry for whatever ice wall had separated the two of you and that you wanted to try again so badly. You decided that after the mission, when you were home, you would try.

You were too lost in your mind when you heard the gun click and felt the pressure on the back of your head. Steve spun around with wide eyes, “don’t hurt her”.

“Drop the gun” your assailant barked and you did.

“Now tell me why you’re here” his hands were shaking and from the sound of his voice, he had no idea what he was doing.

“We were sent to scope the base, it’s been abandoned” Steve said in a calm voice, but you could see the panic behind his eyes as he looked at you.

There was a small sob that escaped behind you and you turned to look at him.

“Don’t move” he yelled and you put your hands up, trying to show him you were not going to hurt him.

“They left you here didn’t they?” you asked, trying to sound as nonthreatening as possible.

“No” he sobbed. “No, they’ll come back for me”.

“No one is coming back. They’ve been gone for months” Steve’s voice rang out.

“They wouldn’t just abandon me, they wouldn’t, they said I was important” he choked out.

It was coming clear to you that this man was unhinged and you had to do something before he had a melt down. You slowly walked towards him with your arms up, “it’s ok, you’re right they will come back” you murmured.

“Y/N” you heard Steve breath, but you couldn’t look at him now. He knew what you were doing, and he was warning you against it.

The man was crying now, full sobs wracked his body. You moved as fast as you could and grabbed the gun from him as he was still shaking. You dropped it to you side. “We aren’t going to hurt you, let us help you” you soothed and tried to reach for him as slowly as you could.

A growl sound escaped him and he lunged you, knocking both of you to the ground. In a flash he was off of you and knocked unconscious. Steve looked down at you in horror, slowly blood was soaking through your catsuit as you stared back at him in shock.

“Steve” you breathed out, realizing that he had almost gutted you with his knife.

“It’s ok” he reassured, but you could see the panic in his face. He knelt down, yelling in his com for Sam and pressed against the wound, trying to stop you from bleeding out.

“It’s ok (Y/N), you’ll be fine. Hey, just look at me ok?” but his voice and face were getting blurry.

“Steve, I love you” you rushed out. You had to let him know how you felt.

“I love you too, so much. But you aren’t dying ok?”

“I’m so sorry Steve” but you weren’t sure if you got the last part out. The world slowly faded to black as you heard Steve yelling and sobbing for you to stay with him.

You felt like you were dreaming. You were floating around, but you could hear voices in the background. A warm sensation spread through you as you recognized Steve’s voice.

“I know it’s been two days, but until she wakes up. I’m not leaving this room” he shouted at someone and the door slammed. You tried to frown but nothing moved, you didn’t want Steve to be upset. You wanted to reach out to him, but everything felt too heavy.

“(Y/N)” and you felt his lips press to your temple. “Please darlin’ you have to wake up because I can’t do this without you. I’m sorry we’ve been so distant lately, but I swear when you wake up that all changes.” You hear the break in his voice.

“There are so many things I want to say to you again. I wanna hear your laugh again and I wanna see you smile and the way your beautiful eyes light up. I’m not ready to let you go” and he felt his tears on the back of your hand. You feel yourself being pulled down again and everything goes quiet again.

You feel like you’re floating again, like you’re waking up from a long dream. You slowly squint open your eyes and the first thing you see is Steve slumped over in a chair. You smile and run you hands through his blonde locks. His lips twitch into a smile and he slowly opens his eyes.

“(Y/N)!” he exclaims and squeezes your hand.

“Hi handsome” you lazily smile up at him. He carefully wraps his arms around you and buries his face in your neck. You can tell from his uneven breathing that he was crying.

“Hey, I’m ok” you soothe while running your hands down his back. “I’m alive. I’m here” you keep reassuring.

It takes a while but he finally lets you go and sits down on the edge of the bed. You both look at each other, “(Y/N)...” “Steve...” you both start and laugh.

“God I missed that laugh” he smiles down at you. “(Y/N), I’m…”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for.” You cut him off. “We both made mistakes. But that’s in the past. I love you Steve Rogers and there’s no one else I’d rather spend my days with”.

“I love you too. I promise, it’ll be better.” he runs his hands through your hair.

“I don’t know about you, but I could use a bath and a movie night when I get out of here” you giggle.

Steve grins and gently kisses you, “Anything and everything you want, (Y/N)”.