#i feel like myself again 🤪

[kindahoping4forever]

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[the-bees-are-beeing]

Literally ruins my entire appetite/ day when I eat sth and suddenly I notice that there's either like a bug or sth like that in there.... I'm talking about brocoli especially. Also salad if it's bio....

[augusteofarles]

Not sure if the rumors are true or not but the idea that Daredevil: Born Again was going to have Foggy and Karen FUCKNIG SHOT TO DEATH IN THE PILOT is the wildest most brain dead thing I’ve ever heard lmfao these people actively hate us fr

[gregmarriage]

oh, random thursday in october, i wish you’d go fuck yourself <3

[snekdood]

Whats pretty frustrating for me is that i know theres people who think of my preferences as like. Super unrealistic or something... as if i dont already know that. like.

The whole point is that im literally so scared of getting with other people that if they arent like the person i want to be with in my head, i dont trust them. It has nothing really to do with how "attractive" they are, rather, i self isolated for a while in highschool, realized that my base emotional feelings towards others was mistrust, and decided at that time it was impossible to find trustworthy people so I instead decided to go inwards and essentially "make up" people that i could trust. Because part of me really REALLY doesnt want to believe this is a cold heartless world where you cant trust anyone, I then would try instead to find these people externally. I know its not realitisc but I still havent met someone outside of my characters who I feel like I can fully trust.

[chronomally]

Applying for jobs is so humiliating

[panda-001]

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[kalashtars]

venting in the tags yippeee

[michi-chelle]

cancelled plans suck ‘cause it’s like well what am i supposed to do now?

[cigaretterry]

i think i forgot to post this but i finally had s*x the other night after being celibate for over a year and a half...

[jackass-jones]

Me: well p3 was sure a fun game but it’s very long and tedious to finish, especially with all this other stress in my life! I should only play shorter or more relaxed games for a while now before moving onto something long again!

Me the next day: time to start a new save on p5 royal!

[thickest-slimiest-malware]

I lost a kahoot im being boiled alive

[artemisiatridentata]

u know I thought I’d hit rock bottom three years ago when the world shut down and I lost my dream job and my dream life… then last year I regained those things, at least as much as I could wrt covid… and now I feel like I’m losing it all again. I’m drifting apart from everyone I know here bc literally everybody has “moved on” from covid. even the people I consider friends, the ones who know I’m high risk and see me frequently post things basically begging the people around me to wear a mask and take literally any precautions. even my roommates — one of whom was the friend that urged and encouraged me to move back down here in the first place, and who until recently was taking more precautions than anyone I knew (aside from myself) — even they have decided to stop masking and avoiding packed indoor events. my roommates now constantly hang out without me; it’s like they’ve decided I’m not worth being friends with if it means they have to put a piece of fabric on their face when they go to the store or the gym or whatever. it really hurts and I should be used to the feeling by now, given that people have been disregarding my disabilities and deliberately putting me in danger my whole life, but. for some reason the pain has not lessened with the frequency of the blow. anyways the grief is unending fr

[keeryhours]

baby, come here (i get so lonely at night) - rafe cameron

Frat! Rafe Cameron x female! reader

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Summary:

Rafe texts you to come over, and you can never tell him no. (Also he totally doesn’t have feelings for you, definitely not.)

Warnings:

Smut (18+), oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected p in v, daddy kink, sort of breeding kink, creampie, mentions of drinking, mentions of drugs (weed, coke)

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N:

Just random Rafe filth 🤪

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Rafe: Baby, come over.

That’s how it always started. With a text, or maybe if he was really drunk, a phone call. And you always said yes.

That’s why you were standing outside Rafe’s bedroom door at his frat house now, trying to will yourself not to knock. You knew your friends would kick your ass if they knew you were here. You ignored the knowing looks you were getting from the other frat members and girls who passed you in the hall - you were not the girl they thought you were.

Except you totally were.

Finally, you lost the battle with yourself and knocked. After a few moments, Rafe answered the door with a cocky smirk on his stupidly handsome face, leaning against the wall and looking at you like he hadn’t been the one to ask you to come over.

“Hey,” he greeted, eyes roaming over your body. He didn’t try to hide it. “Come in.”

He backed up, opening the door wide for you. You ignored the stares as you slipped into his room and he closed it behind you, locking the door. You looked around the room like you hadn’t been here a million times before.

You felt Rafe’s hands on your hips, wrapping around your body and feeling the exposed skin beneath your shirt. You leaned back into his touch despite yourself, enjoying the feeling as his hands trailed up your body, his lips meeting your neck.

“You look so hot tonight,” he murmured into your neck, before biting that spot he knows drives you crazy. You cried out and he soothed it with his tongue, sucking on it. Oh, he was going to mark you up tonight. “Did you wear this for me?” His hands had made their way up your body, grasping at your breasts over the light pink lace bra you were wearing.

“No,” you lied, watching in the mirror as Rafe’s tall frame loomed over you from behind. He was all over you, and you could feel how hard he was as he pressed his hips against you.

“Mmhmm,” he hummed, seeing right through you as always. “And I guess you didn’t wear these for me, either?” He pushed your skirt up, exposing the matching panties he knew you’d have on underneath. You felt the smirk against your neck as he looked into the mirror with you, seeing he was right.

“Bad girl,” he teased, and you felt your skin heating with a blush. You should have known that choice would be too obvious, would boost his ego too much.

“I thought I’d be seeing Topper tonight,” you teased back, moving away from his mouth and seeing some marks already blooming red and purple on your neck.

Rafe’s grip tightened on your hips. He almost fell into your trap, almost showed he cared, before slipping back into his usual facade. “Topper couldn’t handle you,” he said, pulling you back against his body.

You laughed, spinning around in Rafe’s arms so you were facing him. Your arms went around his neck as his own slid around your waist. He went back to biting and sucking at your neck as you spoke. “And you can?”

“Haven’t I shown you that plenty of times?” He asked, still kissing your neck, and you reached up and took the stupid baseball cap off his head, tossing it off into the room.

“I wish you’d grow your hair out again,” you pouted. “I miss running my fingers through it…” You ran your fingers over his buzzed hair. “…pulling on it.”

Rafe grunted. “Maybe I will.”

“For me?”

“Not for you,” he said, protesting too much. You smiled, and he could sense it despite not being able to see your face. “For myself. Don’t let it go to your head.”

“Sure,” you teased, and he finally pulled away from your neck to look down at you.

“You talk too much. Did I ask you to speak?”

He swallowed any response you may have had as he pressed his lips to yours nearly aggressively, his hands sliding around to grab at your ass beneath your skirt. You gasped into the kiss and his tongue slid into your mouth, your heart pounding in your chest and skin buzzing with anticipation as he started pushing your shirt up and over your head.

He pulled away from your lips to pull it off, leaving you in that cute bra you had bought specifically because you knew he would love it.

“You know how I feel about pink,” Rafe mused, hands trailing over the material. “And lace.”

He pushed your skirt down your hips and you stepped out of it. Rafe stepped back as he admired your figure in the set. You blushed again at the amount of attention he was giving your body.

“You blush all over, you know that?” He said, moving back to trail kisses down your neck and over your breasts. His hands crept up your back and expertly unhooked your bra, dropping it to the floor.

“I wish you’d take something off,” you said, pulling on his t-shirt as you stood there in nothing but your panties, Rafe still fully clothed.

“This isn’t about me right now,” he mumbled, pushing you back and onto his bed. He crawled between your legs, placing a kiss over the wet spot on your panties. Your head dropped back as he licked over the material.

“Still so sweet,” he praised as he pushed your panties to the side. “You’re always so sweet for me, aren’t you?”

He licked along your folds, humming as he tasted you. You moaned, covering your mouth with your hand to try to keep quiet.

“You can be loud, baby,” he said. “All my brothers already know how good I make you feel.”

You swatted at his head, making him laugh. “You’re disgusting.”

“I think you like knowing they know how good I fuck you,” he teased, before wrapping his lips around your clit, running his tongue over the bud before sucking on it. Your back arched off the bed and you couldn’t stifle the moan that spilled from your lips. “See? Just like that.”

You couldn’t form words as Rafe continued eating your pussy, pulling sounds from you no other man had ever been able to. Maybe that was why you kept coming back.

He slid a finger into you, pumping it along with his licks against your clit. He quickly added a second finger, curling them up deep inside. Your moans became higher, and Rafe could tell you were close. He knew your body perfectly, knew how to bring you here every time.

“So tight, baby,” he said, his voice sending vibrations against your clit. “Can’t wait to feel how tight you’ll fit around my cock.”

“Rafe, I’m so close,” you whined, body writhing on the bed as your high approached. You missed when his hair was long enough to pull on as you came.

“Cum for me,” Rafe commanded, pumping his fingers faster as he wrapped his lips around your clit again. He remembered exactly what to do every time, exactly how to make you fall apart. You came hard on his mouth and fingers, Rafe riding you through your high until you couldn’t take it anymore.

He pulled your panties off as he moved to stand up, pulling his t-shirt over his head and quickly working his belt buckle open. He looked down at your body with such obvious desire it made you blush again.

“Do we have to use a condom?” he asked as he began undoing his jeans. His voice had a sense of pleading behind it - Rafe hated using condoms with you. Said he liked to feel all of you.

“I guess not,” you giggled. “I’m on the pill.”

Rafe smiled in his victory, then he was climbing over you, his body resting between your legs. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

“Yeah? About me?”

“About this,” he pointed out, but you wondered if you could see the blush on his cheeks if his face wasn’t buried in your neck again. You could always see through him just like he saw through you.

He lined himself up at your entrance, kissing along your skin as he began to push inside. You gripped onto his strong shoulders as his thick length stretched you out, pushing in deeper and deeper. “Rafe…” you moaned, fingernails digging marks into the skin of his back.

Rafe groaned loudly, his eyes falling closed. “Fuck, you’re fucking tight. Your pussy was made for my cock.”

He bottomed out and stayed still, letting you adjust to the feeling. He always did, even though you had slept together countless times. He was so big, it always took a minute. “Okay?” He asked, desperately needing to fuck you already.

“You can move,” you told him, and he wasted no time pulling back, snapping his hips back against yours. The sounds of your skin meeting filled his small dorm room as he set a quick pace, fucking into you with an eagerness that had you a bit flattered, honestly.

“Feels so fucking good,” he groaned, burying his face in your tits, which bounced with every rough thrust of his hips. He hooked a hand under one of your thighs, pulling it up and pushing it against your chest to thrust in deeper. “You’re such a little slut for me.”

“You’re so big, Rafe,” you moaned, knowing how he loved to hear it. It was the truth, though.

Rafe groaned again, thrusting in as deep as possible. “Can you ride me, baby?”

You nodded, and Rafe pulled out, situating himself against the headboard of his bed. He patted his lap and you giggled as you climbed over, straddling him. His large hands gripped onto your ass as he helped you line yourself up again.

Rafe hissed as you sunk down his thick cock again, a high moan coming from your lips. When you were fully seated on him, he reached over to the side table, grabbing his phone and opening the camera. “You look so pretty like this,” he praised.

“Uh, no pictures,” you said, holding your hands up in front of you. You’d never let him do that before, you’d never even sent him pictures before. You always heard horror stories never to do that.

“Aw, come on baby,” Rafe put the phone down, still looking over you with hungry eyes. “No one’s gonna see but me.”

You thought about it. It was kind of hot that he wanted to keep a photo of you like this. “Promise you won’t show anyone?”

“Baby,” he said, meeting your eyes, his hands roaming over the curves of your body. “You’re all mine. I’m not sharing you with anyone.”

You bit your lip as you thought. “Okay,” you said finally, and a grin spread across Rafe’s lips. “But if I find out anyone else has seen it, you’re fucking dead.”

Rafe laughed. “Got it. This is all for me.” He grabbed his phone again, holding it up and taking a photo of you seated on his cock, tits on full display for him. “You look so fucking good.”

You blushed, and Rafe gripped onto your hips again after dropping his phone. He guided you along his dick, the feeling of him so deep inside you was absolutely incredible. You started bouncing on his cock and Rafe admired you with a low “Oh, fuck yeah,” as he leaned back with his hands behind his head, watching you take control.

“Feels so good, daddy,” you cried, bouncing on him faster.

“Fuck, yeah, bounce on daddy’s cock,” he encouraged you, bucking his hips up to meet your movements. You continued to ride him, moaning little “Ah-ah-ah!”s with every bounce.

“Gonna need you to cum for me again, baby,” he said, moving a hand to rub circles on your clit. “Need to feel you cum all over my cock. Can you do that for me, baby girl?”

“Yes, daddy,” you moaned, feeling your second orgasm approaching quickly. “Please don’t stop.”

“You’re the one fucking yourself on my cock, little slut,” he tsked. “Gonna use me to make yourself cum?”

“Yes, fuck yes, gonna cum all over your cock,” you babbled on, losing the ability to form coherent thoughts as his thick tip pressed so deeply inside you, right where you needed him.

“Daddy’s fucking you dumb, isn’t he?” Rafe chuckled, his free hand moving back to your hip as he continued rubbing circles to your clit. “Go on baby, I can tell you’re close. Let go for me.”

“Oh fuck, oh shit, daddy, gonna cum, I’m- ah!”

You were cut off as your second orgasm ripped through your body, mindlessly bouncing on Rafe faster and faster, moaning so loudly you knew the whole frat house could hear you, but you didn’t care anymore.

Rafe had that stupid cocky smile on his face as you fell apart. “Yeah, baby. Let everyone know how good I make you feel. That’s it, don’t hold back, let the whole fucking house hear you.”

He didn’t leave you much time to recover as you came down from your high. You were exhausted, body slowing as Rafe gripped onto your hips, thrusting up into you wildly.

“Shit, baby, gonna fucking cum. Gonna fill you up. You want daddy to fill you nice and deep?”

“Yeah,” you moaned, head thrown back as Rafe’s body tightened below you, his fingers digging into your skin as he came deep inside you with a loud groan, then grunting as he thrusted shallowly to fill you completely. You let him use your body, just like he’d let you use his.

You rolled off of him with a dramatic huff, Rafe laughing as he reached for a dirty shirt to clean you up. Always a gentleman.

“Do you wanna stay?” He asked after you’d both had the chance to catch your breath and relax. “We could smoke. Or drink. Or I got some coke, if you want.”

You laughed lightly, turning to look at him. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you wanted me to stay.”

Rafe turned away from you to hide the smile on his face. “Nah. I just didn’t want to kick you out.”

“Sure.” You smirked at him, knowing he would be texting you again tomorrow even if you did leave. “I’ll stay.”

“Cool,” Rafe said, as if he didn’t care. But he smiled as he handed you his bong, bowl already packed. “I get lonely at night.”

“Happy I’m staying, then?”

“Please shut the fuck up.”

[the-winter-spider]

Invisible | Part 12

Pairings: Bucky x Reader (eventually lol)

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: None,

A/N: Okay this is kinda like a filler i guess! I have some juicy stuff coming up!! Some more angst and drammmmaaaaa 🫶🏻 (bucky and dean meeting 🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪)

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Steve waited outside the door for a moment, his hand resting lightly on the frame. He could hear your pacing, the soft thud of your footsteps moving back and forth. He let out a quiet sigh, his chest tightening at the sound of your frustration, your hurt.

“Take your time,” he said again, his voice gentle, barely above a whisper. He didn’t move, didn’t leave. He just stood there, a silent presence, ready for when you were.

Inside, you finally stopped pacing and sat heavily on the edge of the bed, your hands gripping the edge of the mattress. The weight of the fight with Natasha pressed down on you, and for a moment, you let your head fall into your hands.

Natasha wasn’t just any friend. She was your person, the one who always had your back, who could cut through your bullshit with a single look. The fact that the two of you were at such odds now felt like a sharp crack in your foundation. You’d fought before, sure, but never like this—never with such finality in her tone.

“When did everything get so wrong?” you muttered to yourself, your voice barely audible.

The knock on the door came again, softer this time. “It’s me,” Steve said quietly. “Can I come in?”

You hesitated, your throat tightening. “Yeah.”

The door opened slowly, and Steve stepped inside, closing it gently behind him. He didn’t speak right away, just took a seat on the chair across from the bed, giving you space. His blue eyes searched your face, taking in every detail—the way your shoulders slumped, the way your fingers nervously twisted together in your lap.

“Want to talk about it?” he asked after a moment, his voice steady but soft.

You shook your head, letting out a bitter laugh. “What’s there to talk about? I’ve managed to piss off my best friend. Bucky probably hates me too. Everything feels like it’s falling apart, and I don’t even know how we got here.”

Steve’s brows knit together, his voice calm. “Nat doesn’t hate you. She’s just… worried. And Bucky—” He paused, choosing his words carefully. “He doesn’t hate you either, he never would… If anything, he’s probably hating himself right now.”

You scoffed, your eyes stinging. “Yeah, well, I’m tired of feeling like I have to defend him to everyone…. Like I’m the only one who gets it.”

Steve leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “That’s because you do get it. You’ve known him your whole life. You’ve seen sides of him that the rest of us haven’t. But that doesn’t mean you have to carry this all on your own… y’know Buck would never ask you to defend him”

You met his gaze,”I know but its him…” your throat tightening. “It feels like I’m losing everyone, Stevie. First Bucky, now Nat…”

Steve’s eyes softened, and for a moment, he hesitated, as if debating whether or not to say what was on his mind. Finally, he spoke, his voice low but firm. “You’re not losing me.”

Your eyes flickered with emotion, but you quickly looked away, trying to keep your composure. “Thank you…,” you murmured. “But sometimes it feels like I’m losing myself.”

Steve stood, crossing the small space between you. He didn’t sit down beside you, didn’t invade your space, but he crouched down in front of you, his hands resting lightly on his thighs. “Hey,” he said, his voice grounding. “You’re still you. You’re still the same strong, stubborn, caring person who holds this group together. And yeah, things are messy right now, but it doesn’t mean they’re broken beyond repair.”

You blinked down at him, his words sinking in. There was something so steady, so unwavering about Steve. He always seemed to know exactly what to say, even when you didn’t want to hear it.

“I just wish I could fix everything,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Steve gave you a small, sad smile. “You don’t have to fix everything. Sometimes, you just have to let things settle. Nat will come around. And Bucky… well, he needs to figure some things out, but he’ll come back too. He always does.”

You nodded, though the weight in your chest didn’t fully lift. “It doesn’t feel that simple.”

“It never does,” Steve agreed. “But you don’t have to go through this alone even if it doesn’t always feel that way.”

You offered a weak smile, your voice soft. “Always the voice of reason.”

Steve hesitated slightly, his expression was thoughtful, his voice measured. “Maybe,” he said carefully, “a little space isn’t the worst thing right now.”

You frowned, confused. “What do you mean?”

He leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms. “You, Bucky, Nat… you’ve been attached at the hip since forever. That kind of closeness? It’s bound to lead to clashes eventually. Sometimes, a break can help. Give everyone time to cool off, get some perspective.”

You nodded slowly, his words sinking in. “Yeah,” you said, sighing. “Maybe you’re right.”

Steve smiled softly. “Of course I’m right.”

You chuckled, the tension in your shoulders easing just a little. “Thanks, Steve. For always being there. You’re like… my rock, you know? I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Steve’s smile faltered for a brief second, but he quickly masked it with a nod. “That’s what I’m here for.”

You didn’t notice the flicker of emotion that passed through his eyes as you continued, your tone warm. “You’re such a great friend. I don’t say it enough, but I’m really lucky to have you.”

Steve’s heart clenched. Every time. Every single time he felt like he might be getting somewhere, like he was more than just your safety net, the friend you could always lean on, you reminded him exactly where he stood. The word friend hit harder than it should have, even though he’d heard it a thousand times.

He forced a small smile, even as his thoughts churned. Of course she doesn’t see you that way. Why would she? She’s got Bucky. She’s always had Bucky. No matter how much he wanted to be the one you turned to, the one you chose, it was always him playing the role of the supportive friend. And he would. He always would. Because he’d rather be your friend than nothing at all.

Steve’s hand drifted to his pocket, where the locket he’d bought at the farmers market 2 months rested. He’d been carrying it around for weeks, waiting for the right moment. Maybe now, after everything, was the time. Maybe if you saw how much he cared, really saw it, things could be different.

But before he could pull it out, your stomach grumbled loudly, breaking the quiet. You blinked in surprise, then burst into laughter, the sound filling the room and easing some of the lingering tension.

“Guess my body’s trying to tell me something,” you said, grinning. You glanced at Steve, your eyes sparkling with amusement. “You wouldn’t want to get solo brunch with little ol’ me, would you, Stevie?”

Steve’s heart twisted, but he pushed the feeling aside, letting a warm smile spread across his face. He slid his hand out of his pocket, leaving the locket where it was. “I’d go anywhere with you,” he said softly, his voice carrying a depth you didn’t quite catch. “Just say the word.”

You grinned, standing up and grabbing your coat. “Well, then. Let’s go. I’m thinking pancakes.”

“Pancakes it is,” Steve said, following you toward the door.

As you stepped out into the cool morning air, Steve tucked the locket away for another day, keeping it close to his heart. He could wait a little longer. For now, being by your side was enough.

Before

It was a warm, golden afternoon, the kind that felt endless. The group had gathered at the park, their favorite spot back in college. The sun filtered through the trees, casting dappled light over the picnic blanket sprawled across the grass. Laughter echoed as everyone passed around snacks, drinks, and half-hearted attempts at playing cards.

Natasha sat beside you, leaning back on her hands, her red hair catching the sunlight. She nudged you with her elbow, grinning. “Okay, I need to know—are you seriously not going to shoot your shot with Bucky?”

You groaned, covering your face with your hands. “Nat, please. Not this again.”

Natasha laughed, throwing her head back. “What? I’m just saying! He looks at you like you hung the damn stars, and you’re over here acting like you don’t notice.”

Your cheeks flushed as you glanced toward Bucky. He was a few feet away, wrestling Sam for control of the frisbee while Steve cheered them on. His laughter was loud, unrestrained, and it sent a familiar warmth curling in your chest.

“It’s not like that,” you mumbled, picking at the edge of the blanket.

Natasha rolled her eyes, leaning in closer. “Sure, it’s not. And I’m totally not sitting here rooting for my two favorite idiots to get their act together.”

“Nat…” you warned, but she just smirked, unbothered.

She sat up straighter, her tone softening. “Look, I get it. It’s scary. But if anyone deserves a shot at something real, it’s you. And if he doesn’t see that? He’s even more of an idiot than I thought.”

You gave her a small smile, her words settling over you like a warm blanket. Natasha had always been your fiercest supporter, the one who never let you doubt your worth. She believed in you, even when you couldn’t quite believe in yourself.

Before you could respond, Wanda plopped down on your other side, holding out a bag of chips. “Okay, but am I the only one who thinks Steve’s got a little crush on you?”

Natasha groaned dramatically, flopping onto her back. “Wanda, please. One love triangle at a time.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Steve and I are just friends. He’s practically a saint. No way he’d put up with my chaos.”

Wanda shrugged, munching on a chip. “I’m just saying. You’ve got options.”

Natasha sat up again, shooting Wanda a playful glare. “Stop confusing her. She’s got enough on her plate.”

Across the way, Bucky finally wrestled the frisbee from Sam and jogged over, a triumphant grin on his face. He tossed it toward Steve, who caught it easily, then flopped onto the blanket beside you, his arm brushing yours.

“You missed my epic victory,” he said, his blue eyes sparkling.

“Oh, I saw,” you replied, grinning. “Very impressive.”

Bucky leaned closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “Don’t tell Sam, but I think he let me win.”

Natasha snorted, giving you a knowing look, but thankfully she kept her mouth shut.

The afternoon stretched on in a blur of laughter and easy conversation. The group settled comfortably into their usual rhythm—Sam was in the middle of telling an exaggerated story about his latest gym mishap, complete with wild hand gestures, while Steve shook his head, muttering, “That’s not how it happened.”

Natasha leaned into you, her shoulder brushing against yours. “Did you catch that?” she whispered, nodding toward Bucky, who was currently sprawled out on the blanket, his eyes fixed on you even as he pretended to be listening to Sam.

You rolled your eyes, trying to play it cool. “He’s probably just zoning out,” you said, keeping your tone light. But your heart fluttered all the same.

Natasha smirked, undeterred. “Oh, sure. Totally normal to ‘zone out’ while staring at someone like they’re the only person in the world.”

“Nat,” you hissed, nudging her. “Stop it.”

She held up her hands in mock surrender, her grin widening. “Hey, I’m just calling it like I see it. And I see a man who’s absolutely whipped.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, your cheeks warming. “You’re delusional.”

“Am I, though?” she shot back, raising an eyebrow. “Because last I checked, you’ve been sneaking glances at him all afternoon.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but before you could, Sam called out, “Hey, Bucky! You planning to help me win this argument or just stare at her all day?”

Bucky’s head snapped up, his face instantly flushing. “Shut up, Wilson,” he muttered, chucking a crumpled napkin in Sam’s direction.

The group burst into laughter, and you buried your face in your hands, groaning. Natasha, of course, was having the time of her life.

“See?” she said, leaning in again. “I’m not the only one who notices.”

You peeked at Bucky through your fingers, catching the way he ran a hand through his hair, avoiding everyone’s gaze. It was almost endearing, how flustered he looked. Almost.

Natasha gave you a gentle nudge. “You know, if you two ever stop dancing around each other, I might actually die of happiness.”

“Noted,” you said dryly, though you couldn’t keep the small smile off your face.

A little while later, as the sun dipped lower in the sky, Bucky wandered over to the cooler and pulled out a bottle of water. He walked back toward you, holding it out.

“Here,” he said, his voice softer, his eyes meeting yours. “You’ve been out here all day. Don’t want you passing out on us.”

You took the bottle, your fingers brushing his for a split second. “Thanks,” you said, your voice quieter than you intended.

Natasha, who had been watching the whole exchange like a hawk, leaned in close again once Bucky returned to his spot. “Yup,” she whispered. “Totally whipped.”

“Nat!” you whispered back, trying not to laugh.

The banter carried on as the day stretched into evening, the golden light casting everything in a warm glow. Natasha’s playful commentary, Bucky’s lingering glances, and the easy laughter of your friends—it all felt like a perfect snapshot of a simpler time, one you wished you could hold onto forever.

Later, as the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, Natasha grabbed your hand and pulled you aside while the others packed up.

“Promise me something,” she said, her tone unusually serious.

You blinked, caught off guard. “What is it?”

“Promise me that no matter what happens, you’ll go after what makes you happy,” she said. “Even if it’s scary. Even if it feels impossible.”

You nodded, squeezing her hand. “I promise.”

Natasha smiled, her eyes soft. “Good. Because you deserve the world, and I’ll be damned if I let you settle for anything less.”

The group slowly packed up, laughter still echoing in the warm summer air. Sam was balancing an empty soda can on his head, much to Steve’s disapproval, while Wanda and Bucky bickered over who was responsible for forgetting the sandwiches.

Natasha gave you a final nudge as you walked back toward the cars. “Remember what I said,” she murmured, her voice just loud enough for you to hear. “Don’t wait too long.”

You glanced at her, a playful smirk tugging at your lips despite the weight of her words. “You’re relentless, you know that?”

“Damn right,” she said with a wink, looping her arm through yours as you caught up with the others.

When you reached the parking lot, Steve and Sam were already arguing about who would drive. “You almost hit a mailbox last time,” Steve was saying, arms crossed.

“That was one time!” Sam protested, throwing his hands in the air. “And it was barely a scratch.”

“Barely a—” Steve cut himself off, glancing at you and Natasha as you approached. “Can we get a neutral party here?”

Natasha raised an eyebrow. “Neutral? You’ve got the wrong girl.” She patted Steve’s shoulder. “But you’re probably safer behind the wheel.”

Sam groaned, muttering under his breath as he tossed Steve the keys. “Fine. But if we hit traffic, I’m picking the music.”

“You always pick the music, Sam,” Wanda said, sliding into the backseat.

Bucky hung back with you, his hands shoved into his pockets as everyone else climbed into the car. “Guess we’re stuck with Stevie’s Sunday driving,” he joked, his voice light.

“Could be worse,” you replied, nudging him gently. “Could be you driving.”

Bucky feigned offense, his hand over his heart. “Wow. No faith in me at all.”

You laughed, shaking your head as you both walked toward the car. But as you reached for the door handle, Bucky hesitated, his expression softening.

“Hey,” he said quietly, his voice almost lost in the noise of the others. “I’m glad you came today.”

The sincerity in his tone caught you off guard, and for a moment, you didn’t know what to say. Finally, you smiled, your heart skipping a beat. “Me too.”

Before the moment could linger, Sam yelled from inside the car. “Come on, lovebirds! Some of us are hungry.”

Bucky rolled his eyes, opening the door for you with an exaggerated flourish. “After you, Your Highness.”

You laughed, sliding into the seat. “Thanks, Barnes.”

As he climbed in beside you, the car roared to life, Sam already flipping through his playlist as Steve muttered something about keeping his eyes on the road.

Wanda hurried down the steps of Steve and Sam’s building, her heart racing. She had barely reached the sidewalk when she spotted Natasha a few feet away, pacing like a caged animal. Her arms were crossed tightly over her chest, her jaw clenched, and her face a storm of emotions.

“Natasha!” Wanda called out, quickening her pace to catch up. “What the heck was that?” Her voice was light but concerned, trying to gauge the situation without setting Nat off further.

Natasha stopped pacing, turning sharply toward Wanda. Her eyes blazed with frustration. “What was that? That was me finally losing my mind!”

Wanda blinked, surprised at her friend’s raw anger. “Okay, calm down. What happened back there?”

Natasha let out a bitter laugh, throwing her hands up. “What happened? What always happens! I’ve been on her side with Bucky for years, Wanda. Years! I’ve been the one in both of their ears, telling her to go for it, telling him to stop being a coward. And what’s changed? Nothing. They just keep dancing around each other like we’re still in high school.”

Wanda frowned, watching as Natasha resumed her pacing. “Nat…”

“No,” Natasha interrupted, her voice rising slightly. “I’m serious. I love them both, you know that. But she was my first friend here. My loyalty will always be with her, and I can’t keep watching her get hurt. It’s driving me insane, Wanda!” She stopped, facing her again. “And now? Now she finally agrees to go on a date with someone who isn’t Bucky, and what happens? He pulls this crap. Of course he does!”

Wanda crossed her arms, her voice calm but firm. “I get that you’re mad. But you’re letting it get to you, Nat. This isn’t just about you.”

Natasha sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. “I know, but I can’t help it. We’re adults now, for God’s sake. This is some hogh school drama, and I just… I can’t anymore. They’re wasting so much time.”

Wanda stepped closer, her voice gentle. “I get it. But at the end of the day, it’s not our fight. We can be there for them, listen, support, but we can’t force them to do anything. It’s their mess to figure out.”

Natasha nodded reluctantly, rubbing her temples. “I know you’re right. It’s just hard. And now what do we do about Dean? I can’t believe this is how her first real date ended.”

Wanda gave her a sympathetic look. “We just keep being there for her. And maybe ease up on the pressure. Let her decide how to handle things in her own time.”

As they started walking toward their apartment, Wanda tried to shift the mood. “Come on, let’s get some food, maybe brunch wasn’t such a bad idea after all.”

They hadn’t made it halfway down the block when they spotted Sam leaving your and Bucky’s building. He looked up, surprised to see them. “What the hell?” he said, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he approached. “I thought we were all getting lunch?”

Natasha rolled her eyes, her tone dry. “Let’s get lunch then.”

Sam glanced at Wanda, his brows raised in confusion. “Uh… okay? What did I miss?”

Wanda sighed, nodding for him to follow as they continued walking. “Nat and Y/N had a fight.”

Sam’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Are you kidding me? We’re falling apart”

“Tell me about it,” Natasha muttered under her breath.

Sam quickened his pace to walk alongside them. “Alright, what happened?”

“She’s always defending Bucky, no matter how much of an ass he’s being,” Natasha snapped, her frustration bubbling to the surface again. “I just can’t deal with it anymore.”

Sam raised his hands defensively. “Whoa, okay. Look, I just left Buck’s place, and yeah, I totally agree—telling her to leave was wrong. But for what it’s worth, he did try to go after her. He’s beating himself up about it.”

Natasha huffed, her anger still simmering. “That doesn’t change what he did.”

“I’m not saying it does,” Sam said, his voice steady. “But like we talked about, it’s 50/50, Nat. They’ve both been stuck in this cycle for years. He’s scared, she’s scared—it’s a mess.”

They reached the diner and slipped into a booth, the warm smell of coffee and pancakes wrapping around them. Once they’d ordered, Sam leaned forward, his tone more serious.

“Bucky told me his side,” he said. “He’s been trying to work up the courage to tell her how he feels for years. And every time he thinks he’s about to make a move, he freezes because he’s terrified of ruining what they have. And now? He’s convinced she doesn’t feel the same.”

Natasha frowned, crossing her arms. “That’s no excuse.”

“It’s not,” Sam agreed. “But it explains why he’s stuck. He told me last night that seeing her with Dean made him realize how much he’s screwed things up. He’s scared he’s already lost her.”

Wanda tilted her head, her voice soft. “It’s like we said—it’s their mess. We can’t fix it for them.”

Natasha sighed, leaning back in the booth. “Yeah, but watching them do this to each other? It’s exhausting.”

Sam nodded, his voice gentle. “I get it. But all we can do is be there for them. That’s what friends do.”

The conversation settled, and for a moment, the three of them sat quietly, the weight of their friendship—and its current fractures—hanging in the air.

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mrs. alonso - fa14 smau - part 2

i jut cant help myself chat

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 a

cw: nothing really! none of the photos used except the one below this is mine! all of them are from pinterest

fernando and y/n have been married for 18 years now, but their love has been the same since they met 26 years ago.

information: spanish speaking! reader, fem! reader, you have 2 daughters- one is 18 and one is 5. you and claire ann stroll are best friends! this is really just how i see old people using social medias 😭

Francesca or Fran is your OLDER daughter and Rubi is your YOUNGER daughter.

(in the tweets it was y/o/d which stood for your older daughter but i ultimately decided to name the kids just so it was a little easier for me! i don’t feel like changing the tweets so…)

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"mama!" fran called out as she walked downstairs into the kitchen. rubi was doing her homework at the counter as fernando and y/n cooked dinner- some seafood dish that smelled absolutely amazing. fran plopped herself down on the seat next to her younger sister and watched her parents. fernando turned to her from the stove and raised an eyebrow, "hm mami?" he asked her. the oldest daughter rolled her eyes, "papa, i wasn't talking to you" she sighed, fernando grinned, shaking his head, "mama and i are basically the same" he chimed, turning back to the stove, y/n chuckled and turned to fran "yes, mija?" she asked, smiling at her eldest, she was such an angel. fran pulled out her phone and showed her mother the tweet. y/n frowned, "no posts from mrs. alonso?" she read out, raising her eyebrow, "posts from what? why are they getting weaker? do you know this person?"

francesca sighed, "mama they want you to post on your instagram, thats what they mean."

y/n's eyebrows furrowed together in confusion, "hmph, i didn't know people were waiting on me to post... fernando, did you know this?" fernando frowned himself, turning away from the stove once again, "no i didn't know this fact." he too, leaning forward to read the tweet on fran’s phone. he shrugged, "tal vez sea una señal (maybe its a sign)"

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y/nalonso has posted!

liked by franalo14, landonorris, lance_stroll, fernandoalo_offical, claireannstroll, and 506,980 others

y/nalonso Mi post en Instagram...😘😮

(translation: My post on Instagram)

tagged: @/franalo14 @/fernandoalo_official @/chloestroll @/lance_stroll @/claireannstroll @/lewishamilton @/logansargeant

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franalo14 everyone thank me!

user1 thank you fran user2 thank you fran user3 thank you fran user4 thank you fran user6, user6, user7, and 580 others have responded...

lance_stroll I MADE IT INTO THE FAMILY POSTS 🤩😍

y/nalonso Hello mijo, please come over...Rubi misses you...thank you...🙃🙃 lance_stroll sounds good...😨 user8 HELP SAVE LANCE NOW.

lewishamilton Thanks for the dinner invite! Amazing food 🙌🙌

fernandoalo_official Thank you Lewis😛 lewishamilton I wasn't talking to you 😅 fernandoalo_official Oh.......😫😥

claireannstroll Amazing photos sister...😘🥰 Come over tomorrow for lunch👯‍♀️👩‍🍳

y/nalonso Sounds like a plan, I will bring some wine Fernando got from Italy...May need to stay over! Can not drive drunk😂😂😂🍷😵 claireannstroll L.O.L!! Sounds risky...😎😏😹 user9 oh to be invited to the stroll alonso hangouts franalo14 @/user9, trust me you do not want to be invited.

fernandoalo_official So hot😫😍

fernandoalo_official No puedo dejar de pensar en ti...😏😲 (translation: I can't stop thinking about you)

fernandoalo_official Eres el postre perfecto para una cena romántica 😍😋 (translation: You’re the perfect dessert for a romantic dinner) <thank you to the anon that helped me translate this 💗> user10 why is nando replying to himself this cannot be real

y/nalonso Thank you husband😏🤪🥺

user11 MRS. ALONSO YOU HAVE TO REPLY TO THE COMMENT 😭 y/nalonso Oh...please do not cry at my mistake...I am very sorry😯😓💗 user11 @/y/nalonso wait mother im sorry 💔 user12 @/user11 shes a little confused but she got the spirit

chloestroll such a fun beach trip with you, aunt y/n! can't wait to see you again soon 💕💕

y/nalonso You must come soon...😉

user13 mother has blessed us again!

oscarpiastri mom said thanks for the recipe mrs. alonso

y/nalonso Please tell Nicole to come over again...Oscar... oscarpiastri 😦

logansargeant thank you for inviting riley and i for dinner 😁

y/nalonso Please come again soon, mijo... food will be hard to come by when you are unemployed logansargeant oh... 😨 riley_whittal HELP? user14 SHE VIOLATED LOGAN LIKE IT WAS NOTHING

carlossainz55 ¡Qué bueno verte! (great seeing you!)

fernandoalo_official ¿Cómo te sientes? (how do you feel) carlossainz55 He arruinado mi vida. (i have ruined my life) fernandoalo_official 😬😬

maxverstappen1 P wants to see Rubi again!

y/nalonso Let us arrange a playdate. Rubi likes playing the Dressing game on Robux🎮🎮with P🫛I am in 🇲🇨on the 13-20th.Please text my number Max…

maxverstappen1 Yeah… sounds good 🤨😂

-fin-

my requests are open! if you want to see something special done w this series dont be afraid to ask :)