#i've noticed your requests are all super romantic n fluffy

[ahtsumu]

Never seen anything quite like you by the script + miya atsumu + she/her ❤

[never seen anything “quite like you”]

It’s beautiful: the paper lanterns and fairy lights strung through the trees, the clementine and white lilac in the atmosphere, the evening sky a mosaic of pinks, oranges, baby blues.

But nothing compares to him: decked in a black tuxedo, white dress shirt, and glossy oxfords. The last bits of daylight reflect off his golden hair, forming a soft halo around his head. The look on his face is nothing short of pure adoration.

No one in this world is perfect. But right now, Miya Atsumu comes pretty close.

The light chirping of crickets and birdsong through the forest is silenced when gentle guitar strums and piano notes suddenly fill the air.

It’s the first dance.

“Mrs. Miya,” he murmurs with a grin, stretching a hand out towards you. “May I have this dance?”

You beam and allow him to pull you closer to his chest. The hand holding yours rises above your shoulders, the other finds its spot on the small of your back, and when husky vocals join the tune floating between guests and evergreens, he takes the first step forward.

And you are led around the forest floor in a whirlpool of tulle and light giggles.

“God,” he breathes out during the ritardando, “I could die right now.”

“I’d rather you not,” you whisper back, loosely resting your arms over his shoulders. He closes the space between you, wrapping you into his embrace as you sway lightly to the music. “Today’s my wedding. Don’t steal my thunder with your funeral.”

Laughter vibrates through his chest. “Like I did at prom?” he asks. You bite your lip, struggling hold back the grin threatening to break over your face.

“You didn’t have to push him into the pun––”

“He was bein’ a di––”

You look up with raised brows, daring him continue. Amber eyes, accompanied by a mirthful crinkle at each corner, hold your stare.

“Plus, it got us here,” he adds in a softer tone, resting his forehead against yours. “At this point we could be the leads in all those romcoms you keep makin’ me watch. We do have that friends-to-lovers trope kinda thing goin’ on.”

You can’t argue with that. He’s seen you through your embarrassing phases in high school, the breakdowns in college, and everything in-between: in jeans with no makeup on, the passenger seat with the wind in your hair, his arms half-asleep.

And today, he’s the lucky man who gets to see you in white.

Suddenly, he sniffles.

“Miya Atsumu, are you crying?” You peer through his thick lashes, only to find the whites of his eyes reddening as he attempts to blink away his tears. The action, however, only helps in their trickle down his cheeks.

“Can ya blame me?” he chuckles. You bring your thumbs up to his skin and wipe the tears away, gently cupping his face in your palms. “I've never seen anythin’ quite like you tonight.”

what’s on the menu for c0wisland’s feast?

[ro-is-struggling]

Can I request one where it’s post tfatws and zemo somehow breaks out of the wakandan jail and is back and he texts reader (Steve is Y/N’s older brother and she is also a supersoldier and married to Bucky) on a burner phone and she’s very secretive and one night she meets Zemo in a closed off diner and stuff and they discuss something his new plan to take down and expose the power broker (Bucky and Sam don’t know it’s Sharon) and when she leaves she runs into Bucky on the street but he can’t see her face because she’s wearing this and it’s very dark so they start to fight but she gets away and Bucky notices that the moves seem familiar. The next day, he asks her where she went last night because she came back late and she lies and so the next night, they fight the power broker’s men and she’s not in her regular fighting outfit she’s wearing this and zemo is hiding and later when Bucky sees the figure getting away he runs after it and shoots a bullet to the sky to stop the person. She realizes that this is where he finds out and she can’t do anything so she turns back and when she does removes the hood, it reveals it’s her and he is betrayed and thinking she’s working with zemo to bring back the winter soldier but she was only trying to take down the power broker with angst and fluffy ending plz 😁❤️

Hi! I absolutely LOVED your request so much!! I've been working on it for so long bc I wanted it to be perfect. I don't know if it is, but it's as close as I can get🤷🏻‍♀️ Also it's kind of long bc I tried to eplain a little the reasons behind reader's actions I got carried away. I hope you like it and and that it comes close to what you had in mind

Summary: Zemo contacts you after escaping from prison because he wants you to help him stop the Power Broker. You thought he was crazy for thinking you would be willing to join him, but when he brought up the fact that it was a dangerous mission you had no choice but to accept his offer. You hated Zemo, but you weren't willing to lose Bucky. He was the last family you had left.

Warnings: established relationship (Bucky and reader are married), angst, reader lies to Bucky, Zemo being a little shit and getting in everybody's heads, Bucky’s insecurities, ends in fluff. Also reader is Steve's younger sister and a super soldier

English is not my first language

Word count: 9400+

Notes: there's surprisingly more Zemo in this than I initially anticipated. Apparently i find him to be an interesting and fun character to write, so sorry about that

Between Us || Bucky Barnes x Rogers!Reader

You should have known something bad was going to happen. Usually fate didn't let you enjoy many peaceful moments. It didn't care that you had earned your vacation or that you and Bucky were planning that romantic getaway since your wedding. No, fate only cared about making you run from one problem to another without giving you a break. Your whole life had been like that, so when you heard Bucky's phone ringing you knew your vacation was over before he even answered the call.

What you didn't expect was to see all glimpse of happiness leave your husband's face as soon as the voice on the other line spoke. His expression became serious, raising your concern. He ended the call after exchanging a couple of words that didn't give you much information, and let out a frustrated sigh, throwing the phone on the bed. You got up, approaching him with concern to ask him what had happened.

"Zemo escaped."

Your vacation was over as soon as those words came out of Bucky's mouth. You quickly packed up your things and hopped on the first plane back home, where you contacted Sam before settling comfortably back into your house. He was already working with the Dora Milaje to find Zemo and bring him back to prison so he gave you a brief summary of what they knew. They didn't have many leads, just a vague theory about how he had escaped, but that was it. Zemo hadn't left any trace or clue as to where he was headed. So you spent the last few weeks stuck watching security camera footage waiting for facial recognition software to find him somewhere.

"I never should have helped him escape." Bucky muttered in frustration as he watched the live feed from one of the security cameras located near one of the properties Zemo owned in the area. His eyes were glued to the screen, but you didn't need to see them to know they were filled with guilt and regret. Zemo could get inside Bucky's head in a way that very few people could. And now he was letting the situation cloud his judgment, finding a way to blame himself for Zemo's escape even though he had nothing to do with it. So you stepped in to stop his thoughts from spiraling out of control.

"Stop that, Buck. This is not your fault." You reassured him in a soft voice, turning his chair around to force him to look at you.

"Yeah well, I helped him escape the first time. He spent how long in that German prison? And he never tried anything... And now he spends a couple months in Wakanda and he escapes! Makes me think that maybe he liked the freedom I gave him a little too much."

"It doesn't make any sense." You spoke in a contemplative tone. "You said it yourself, he was locked up for a long time and he never tried anything. So why now?"

"Because he's insane and I showed him how to do it."

"No, there's gotta be more to it. There's something we are not seeing. This feels too random to be Zemo."

"What do you mean?" Bucky looked at you with confusion, his eyes full of curiosity.

"I mean Zemo works with a moral code, a very fucked up one, but a moral code at last. All he does has a purpose. Using you to destroy the avengers, helping us stop Karli and the rest of the super soldiers... So what is his plan now?"

"What you're trying to say is that we should try to figure out what his plan is in order to catch him?" Bucky said more as a question than a statement. You nodded.

"I mean, I think it's very unlikely that he escaped just because he was bored. It's Zemo! There's always something more with him." You had no idea what he might be up to, but you were sure he was up to something. That just was the kind of person Zemo was. "I think that's our best plan to catch him."

After discussing the situation for a while, Bucky left the room to call Sam and tell him about your ideas and theories. You took advantage of the moment to get up and stretch your legs, approaching the coffee pot to pour your second cup of coffee of the morning. You hadn't slept well the night before and you would need to have your energy and cognitive abilities functioning properly if you wanted to make progress on the case. 

Your phone began to vibrate and you pulled it out of your pocket as you took a sip of your hot coffee without giving the matter much thought. You expected to find some unimportant notification or an email that you didn't have time to respond to. However, when you read the content of the text message glowing on your screen you almost dropped the cup of coffee from your hands. It was a rather cryptic message from an unknown number, but you were sure you knew who had sent it.

Hello, my darling. 

We should talk. 

Meet me at midnight and come alone.

The message had a location attached to it at the end, with no name or personal details to give you any clues as to who the sender was or to whom it was addressed. But you didn't need any details to know who it was from.

My darling.

That was not a message that you had received by mistake, nor was it a joke. No. That was a message that Zemo had sent specifically to you. You were sure of it. No one else called you that way. You didn't know exactly why he did it, you suspected it had something to do with his obsession with annoying Bucky. He knew you hated it when he called you that and that's why he had used it in the message. He knew you would recognize it immediately.

It was a stupid move. Escaping from jail just to contact you and give you his location and the time he would be there. You didn't understand the logic behind his action. What did he think would happen? There was no way you would listen to him. You would attend his meeting, only accompanied by Sam, Bucky and all the Dora Milaje if that was what you had to do to catch him and put him back in jail.

However, you thought it would be a good idea to play along. You were pretty sure that Zemo had communicated with you using a burner phone, so there wasn't any point in tracking him down. But maybe if you got him to talk you would get some details that might help you understand the situation a little better.

What makes you think you can trust me?

You wrote after contemplating your options for a moment. You were trying to provoke him, to bait him into talking without being too obvious. You thought it would be best to proceed with caution, to react defensively instead of agreeing to his demands immediately to make it seem more credible. Zemo knew very well that you didn't like him and he didn't like you either. As a super soldier, you represented everything he hated. But he was still communicating with you and you wanted to understand why.

Time seemed to freeze as you waited for an answer. Your eyes stayed glued to the screen as you bit the skin on the inside of your cheek. The seconds ticked and you started to worry by the lack of an answer so you threw the phone on the table in frustration, thinking that maybe Zemo had already thrown the phone away to avoid being traced. 

But then the device vibrated again. And nothing in the world could have prepared you for the words you read when you unlocked your phone.

Sharon is the Power Broker.

The world around you began to spin as you read the message over and over again, hoping that somehow the words in it would change. It couldn't be true. You refused to believe it. She had helped you escape after the Sokovia Accords, turning against the government she worked for you. She had risked her life by helping you stop Karli and the Flag Smashers. Sharon had saved your life on countless occasions and you refused to believe that someone like her was capable of the acts attributed to the Power Broker. 

But then the cynical voice inside your head reminded you that Sharon had spent a lot of time alone in Madripoor. Years in which you hadn't had contact with her, so you didn't really know what had become of her life. She seemed to have managed quite well. And yes, it was largely because she had become a smuggler of stolen art, but there was a big difference between that and being a mob boss, wasn't there? Still, that voice in your head couldn't help but wonder if it was possible that Sharon was capable of something like that.

"No, there's no way..." You muttered to yourself in an attempt to quiet that annoying voice. That was probably all part of Zemo's plan, whatever it was. He was messing with you because that's what he did best. He is an expert in the art of manipulation and you couldn't let him into your mind. You couldn't let him win. 

However, when Bucky came back into the room you didn't mention anything about Zemo's message or his accusations about Sharon. So on some level he had already won, you just weren't ready to admit it yet.

Lying in the darkness of your room you continued to mentally debate what you should do. The meeting with Zemo was in an hour and you still hadn't decided what course of action to take. You wanted to tell Bucky, explain the situation and go with him to find Zemo to settle everything once and for all. But seeing him sleeping so peacefully next to you, you weren’t able to wake him up. He looked so calm with his eyes closed and his hair all messy on the pillow. It wasn't so common for him to sleep so peacefully. His dreams were usually plagued with horrible memories of his past life that haunted him in the form of nightmares. 

He needed a good night's rest, he deserved that peace and quiet and you didn't want to be the one to interrupt it. Just as you didn't want to be the one to inform him that there was a small possibility that Sharon was the Power Broker. You knew he would blame himself for it like he did with everything. Because in his mind he was the reason Sharon had had to escape to Madripoor and live among criminals until he eventually became one. And you didn't want to bring him that kind of pain, at least not until you found out the truth. 

Looking at Bucky's beautiful face you realized what you had to do. Leaning over him, you placed a soft kiss on his forehead, feeling the weight of guilt on your chest. ‘It's for the best.’ A voice in your mind repeated over and over as you got out of bed. You grabbed some clothes from the closet before heading for the door, opting to change your attire in a place where the noise of your movements couldn't wake Bucky. 

Before leaving you turned to observe the relaxed figure of your husband in bed, moving slightly to adjust his position as he slept. "It's for the best." You whispered into the darkness before leaving the room, closing the door carefully behind you. 

You quickly changed out of your pajamas into a more appropriate outfit. You decided it would be better not to wear your usual suit to avoid being recognized, so you opted for a black outfit that gave you incredible mobility while helping you stay hidden in the darkness of the night. You laced up your combat boots and pulled up the hood of your suit, hiding your identity behind the fabric, before grabbing your gun and heading out of your house.

As you drove to the location Zemo had sent you, you adjusted the details of your plan. You were not going to work with him. You didn't care if his words were true, he belonged in prison. But you figured it wouldn't hurt to talk to him a little before you arrested him, find out what he knew to deduce if it was just a bunch of lies or if he was really telling the truth. It was a big accusation he was making against Sharon and you couldn't just ignore it. So you decided it would be best to talk to him to draw your own conclusions. After all, Sharon was your friend and deserved the benefit of the doubt. 

There was nothing you wanted more than for Zemo to be lying, but deep down you knew there was a possibility that it was all true. As much as it pained you to admit it, him breaking out of prison to deal with the Power Broker sounded reasonable. It fit his moral code and you feared it might be that missing piece of information you had been looking for all along. 

When you arrived at your destination you were surprised to find that it was a well-maintained building. Due to his status as a fugitive you expected Zemo to have arranged to meet you in some abandoned shed in the middle of nowhere, but you should have figured it would be the opposite. That was not Zemo's style, he liked luxury and the finer things in life. He was a Baron after all, that was the life he was used to. 

You checked the perimeter before entering, looking for any signs that would alert you that you were walking into a trap. The streets were empty so a guard or sniper would have easily stood out. Finding nothing suspicious, you knocked on the door while praying you had made the right decision. 

The large doors opened, revealing the face of an elderly man on the other side. It was the same man who had greeted you on Zemo's private jet when you helped him escape from prison the first time. He smiled kindly at you and led the way to his employer. You walked down the hallway cautiously, resting your hand on the gun secured to your waist in case you needed it.

"What the hell is this place?" 

The room at the end of the hallway was much larger than you had expected. It was decorated with expensive looking paintings and vases. In the center was a long wooden table that looked like something out of a fairytale princess's castle. On it rested a variety of plates filled with food. And at the head of the table, seated as if on a throne, was Zemo.

"Ah, my darling, you made it!" He exclaimed, looking up from his plate to glance at you. "Do you like it? It's one of the several properties I own in the area." He explained simply, wiping the corners of his lips with a cloth napkin that rested in his lap.

"We didn't know about this one." You muttered, momentarily distracted by your surroundings.

"I was counting on that," he said with a smile. "Please, sit down, darling. I hope you don't mind that I started without you." He added, gesturing toward the food on his plate. "I couldn't help myself, prison food does not compare to these delicacies."

You watched him from the doorway with slightly raised eyebrows, surprised by his casual tone. Zemo continued eating as if nothing was wrong, as if he was sure that you were no danger to him. That bothered you. You weren't there to play games, you were there to arrest him and get the information you needed. He thought he had you trapped under his web of lies and manipulation, but he didn't and you made sure to let him know it.

"Get up, Zemo. You're coming with me." It wasn't a request, it was a statement reinforced by the gun you had taken out of its holster and held in your hands, pointing in his direction. Zemo looked at you with amusement in his eyes and continued eating, not at all concerned about your threatening pose.

"Relax, my darling. There is no need for violence."

"I'm not here to play, Zemo. You are going back to prison." You took a couple of steps forward, approaching him hoping that your insistence would make him realize that things wouldn't go his way this time.

"We can talk about this." Zemo spoke in a soft tone, finally letting go of his fork and focusing all of his attention on you. "Remember, I'm on your side."

"No you're not. We are not partners, I'm not working with you!"

"Yet you are here all alone, just like I asked." You opened your mouth to respond, but closed it a second later. He was right and you hated it. Zemo smiled triumphantly and you began to think that maybe you hadn't made the right decision after all. "You need me to stop the Power Broker... To stop Sharon from hurting more people."

"How do I know this isn't another one of your tricks?"

"All the information I have on Sharon is in that file." Zemo pointed to a rather bulky folder resting on the other end of the table, right in front of your eyes. "Go ahead, read it. You'll see I'm being completely honest with you, my darling."

Your eyes traveled from the folder to Zemo and back to the folder, trying to decide what to do. You had gone there with the goal of getting that information and Zemo didn't seem to be ready to escape from there the moment you let your guard down. You'd be quick, flip through the files, see what he had to offer and in the end arrest him anyway. What could go wrong?

You lowered your gun with some hesitation and slowly approached the table. Your fingers lingered over the folder for a moment as you gathered the courage to face the information it contained. Letting out a sigh, you opened it, scanning the pages carefully. 

It was too much to take in, the confirmation that Sharon was indeed the Power Broker evident on every page of that file. You felt overwhelmed, the world around you spinning as your brain struggled to process the information.

"How did you get all this? You were in prison." You spoke, dropping into the chair closest to you. You didn't trust your legs to support your body for much longer.

"I had some help. Old contacts, people who owed me favors... I was able to reach out to them before I was taken and sent to Wakanda."

"So that's how you escaped? With their help."

"I can neither confirm nor deny the involvement of any of my associates in my escape from prison." He said in his characteristic cryptic tone, making you roll your eyes.

"Yeah, sure you can't." You mumbled to yourself, returning your attention to the papers in front of you. You read every word in that file several times in an attempt to convince yourself of its validity. It was hard to believe, but Zemo was telling the truth and he had the evidence to prove it. You closed the file folder in frustration, letting out a sigh as you leaned against the back of the chair.

"And what's your great plan to stop the Power Broker? Because I assume you have one."

"You are correct, my darling." He smiled at you as he placed the glass of wine he had previously brought to his lips back on the table. "But you don't have to worry about it. You don't have to know all the details, I just need you to be ready to fight whenever I tell you to."

"No way!" You weren't going to work with Zemo, much less without knowing the details of his plan. You weren't going to let him turn you into his personal thug. "No, I can't do this. You're going back to jail."

"It's in your best interest that I take care of this, Y/N. Who else is going to do it if not me?"

"I'll tell Sam and we'll figure something out."

"It's too risky." Zemo interrupted you, raising his voice slightly. All of a sudden the expression on his face, which was previously relaxed and amused, changed to a serious one. "Sharon is his friend. Sam cares about her, but the Power Broker only cares about money and power. Sharon won't hesitate to eliminate him if she needs to, and she will use Sam's feelings against him."

"No... There has to be another way."

"There is none. Sam and Bucky are too weak to do what needs to be done. They'll let their feelings cloud their judgment and we can't afford that. Sharon is dangerous and if we want to stop her we need to be as ruthless as her."

"No. No way." You jumped up from your chair, refusing to listen to any more words coming out of Zemo's mouth. He couldn't be right, could he?

Maybe he was right when he said that Sam and Bucky would let their feelings cloud their minds, but that was normal. Finding out that Sharon, someone they thought was an ally, a friend, was actually one of the biggest criminals out there was pretty wild news. You expected them not to believe you at first because you yourself had had trouble processing the situation even after reading the incriminating files. But that wasn't reason enough for you to go behind their backs, let alone join Zemo of all people. Maybe it would take a while, but you were sure you could convince Sam and Bucky to investigate Sharon. And then together you could come up with a plan to stop her.

"Let me ask you this." Zemo's voice stopped your nervous pacing, circling the room as your mind worked faster than normal to come to a decision. "Would you rather fight one of the most dangerous criminals out there with me, someone you don't care if lives or dies, or with the little family you have left?"

You looked at Zemo with a frown. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Things can go wrong very easily and very fast. And when that happens blood will be spilled. Are you sure you want it to be the blood of the only family you have left now that Steve is gone?"

You wanted to tell Zemo that he was being dramatic. Assure him that Sam and Bucky could watch their backs and that he was just saying that to scare you. But you weren't able to formulate a word because a lump formed in your throat as a voice in your mind began to wonder if Zemo was right. You knew the Power Broker was dangerous from everything you had read about it. And Sharon had been able to keep her alter ego a secret all this time, helping you under the guise that you were friends when she had only done so out of convenience. She was a highly intelligent and skilled woman and you honestly didn't know what to expect from her.

The only thing you knew for sure was that you were not willing to lose Sam or Bucky because of her. They were the only family you had left. In a world that was still foreign to you, they were the only thing that felt normal, familiar, comforting. Especially Bucky, whom you not only loved with all your heart, but also knew since you were a child. They were your support, the ones who kept you afloat even in your worst moments. Steve's departure hurt a little less with them by your side. You still missed your brother, but Sam's friendship and Bucky's unconditional love helped you get up in the mornings. Honestly, you didn't know if you would be able to go on if something bad happened to them, much less knowing that there was something you could have done to prevent it. 

Zemo watched you closely, waiting for an answer. Even though he was sure he had convinced you he still wanted to hear you say it. You wanted to slap the expression of victory off his face, but you restrained yourself. The truth was that you were more angry with yourself than with him. You hated yourself for letting him get inside your head. You knew he was manipulating you and yet you let him continue. And now it was too late to turn back. You were completely screwed.

"Fine, I'm in." You said through your teeth. "What's the plan?"

Zemo didn't tell you much since he was in the early stages of planning. He only told you that for the time being your role was to be the brute force he needed to fight his way through the Power Broker's many allies. That wouldn't be a difficult task for you since you were a highly trained super soldier. Zemo mentioned to you that he would soon need you for a mission—something to do with getting specific information about Sharon and her routine—, but he didn't give you many details. He only asked you to act carefully around her and to find out as much as you could without being obvious, using her friendship as an advantage. He assured you that when he needed you he would call you and explain all the details and you didn't bother to press him for more information. You knew it would be useless, Zemo loved mystery and secrecy.

When you finally parted ways after discussing the central points of your new partnership, you made your way back to your car. You had parked it a couple of blocks away so as not to arouse suspicion in case things went wrong. And you were thankful you had done so as soon as you turned on your phone and saw the messages from Bucky. Apparently one of the security cameras in the area had captured Zemo's image. And now your husband was heading there to inspect the place in hopes of catching him, sending you the location in case you got to see the message in time.

"Fuck fuck fuck" you muttered under your breath, adjusting your hood as you quickened your pace. Seeing the time Bucky had sent you those messages and taking into account the time it had taken you to drive there, you figured he was probably already in the area. You should have figured something would go wrong. Fate and luck had never been on your side.

You walked through the dark streets with caution, remaining in a state of constant vigilance. It was late so there weren't many people on the street, something that was both good and bad. On the one hand, it was good because it allowed you to have a clear view of your surroundings and therefore distinguish anyone approaching you. But on the other hand, it was bad because it meant that you couldn't run away as easily if someone did indeed approach you. So you had to keep an eye out for any sign that someone else was nearby so you could hide and escape without being seen.

Your heart was beating fast, a lethal mix of nerves and adrenaline coursing through your veins. You picked up your pace, desperate to get to your car. You were getting closer and for a moment you really believed you could escape from there without any problems. But then a figure appeared in your field of vision. A familiar figure walking directly towards you.

"Shit!" You exclaimed in a whisper, recognizing Bucky just a few meters away. You immediately turned around and started walking in the opposite direction, praying he hadn't seen you. You scanned your surroundings for an escape route and found an alley a couple of meters away that could help you lose him. You headed towards that place, crossing the street without bothering to look sideways. However, you barely made it a couple of steps before you heard Bucky's voice behind you, shouting for you to stop.

You decided then that it wasn't worth keeping a low profile and started running. You were fast, the serum coursing through your veins giving you superhuman agility. But to your bad luck, Bucky was as fast as you, catching you in a matter of seconds. His hand closed over your arm in a tight grip, trying to force you to turn around. You pushed him off and continued on your way. You really didn't want to fight him, not only because you loved him and hurting him pained you, but also because as soon as you got into physical combat he would realize that you were not a normal person. You had super strength just like him and there weren't many people like you around so you were afraid he would find out about you. 

However, when Bucky insisted you had no choice but to respond. He grabbed your arm again, only this time he managed to turn you over. You were thankful for the darkness of the street and for your choice of outfit since it helped you keep your identity a secret even when Bucky was looking you straight in the face. But since he couldn't make out your face under your hood he thought you were someone working for Zemo, so he didn't hesitate to raise his fist and aim it at you. Luckily you were able to dodge it, that punch and the rest of the attacks he tried to throw at you. 

Soon the two of you were involved in a kind of dance, a choreography in which he tried to get closer to you while you did your best to avoid him. It was very similar to the routines you followed when you practiced at the gym. So much so that Bucky couldn't help but think that his opponent's moves looked familiar.

He failed to land any of his punches on you. You had excellent reflexes and knew his fighting strategy all too well. You were able to predict his moves before he made them. He had only come close to hitting you once, but at the last moment you were able to stop his fist, capturing it in your hand. Bucky looked at you with surprise, recognizing at that moment that he was probably dealing with someone with powers. Since your secret was already out in the open you took advantage of the grip you had on him to push him with force, effectively throwing him away from you. You tried to measure your strength, using enough to throw him back a couple of feet, but not so much that he immediately realized you were another super soldier, though at this point you didn't know if that would make a difference. Bucky stumbled from the surprising force of your shove and fell on his back, giving you enough time to scurry down the alley and disappear into the darkness of the night.

"Did you see their face?" Sam asked Bucky, concerned to hear about this new mystery person his friend had confronted the night before.

"No, it was dark and they had a hood covering their face." The super soldier replied, struggling to remember every detail of the fight.

"How do we know it wasn't Zemo then?" IYou interjected, hoping that Bucky would not be able to read in your eyes the guilt you felt for hiding things from him.

'It's for the best.'

"Because Zemo is not that strong or fast." Bucky kept to himself the detail that there was something familiar about the way his opponent moved. He didn't see the point in sharing that observation, it would only confuse you as much as it confused him. He decided it would be better for him to investigate that clue on his own. "Where were you last night by the way?"

Bucky's question took you by surprise. You expected to have to explain your absence at that time of night, but you didn't expect him to ask you about it at that moment. You wondered if perhaps he was suspicious of you. "Oh I couldn't sleep so I went for a drive to clear my head." You excused, hoping Bucky would believe you and not continue to press the issue. "I'm sorry I wasn't there."

Bucky's eyes scanned your expression for longer than necessary. For a moment you thought he had figured out you were lying. After all, he knew you too well and was more than capable of reading your thoughts with a single glance at your face. Your mind began to prepare a bunch of excuses for when he would accuse you of something, determined to keep your activities secret. But to your luck Bucky wasn't able to say anything because Sam interrupted him.

"Is there anything else that you remember about this mystery person?" He intervened before the conversation went off the rails.

"No." Bucky muttered, reluctantly looking away from your face.

"Okay so what are we thinking? Another super soldier? Or maybe someone with powers?"

"I don't know, Sam. If that's the case then are we sure this person is working with Zemo? It doesn't sound like him." You reasoned, hoping to throw them off the trail. It was a valid question, after all, Zemo wasn't the type of person to form alliances with superheroes.

"They were in the same area where a security camera captured Zemo's image. I think it's safe to assume they're working together."

"But he hates superheroes and all the super soldiers are dead." You persisted, praying that you didn't sound so obvious. Your argument was well founded. In the time you had spent with Zemo he had not ceased to mention how much he hated the existence of superheroes. It was one of the reasons you had been so surprised that he had sought your help. So it was logical to find it strange that he was working with one now. You knew that, yet your nerves made you think you were being too obvious.

"That we know of." Sam said. "Maybe the Power Broker has one super soldier running around that we don't know about."

Bucky, who had stood silently staring at you, noticed the way your whole body tensed at the mention of the Power Broker. He thought it was strange, but decided not to say anything about it. "Besides, he needed to escape somehow, right? He could have joined forces with someone he hates out of necessity." He theorized and you wanted to scream at how close he was to the truth. You hadn't helped him escape from prison, but you had joined forces even though you hated each other because it was the only option you had left.

"So we think he's working with the Power Broker now?" You asked, feigning confusion. "How? He was in a prison in Wakanda, far away from Madripoor."

"I don't know. Maybe he made a deal with him before getting caught. Don't forget he was alone for a while before I got to him." Bucky said. As much as he was wrong about the Power Broker connection you thought it was a pretty logical reasoning that answered the riddle of how he had escaped. Well, at least part of it.

"We need to go back  and analyze everything that happened during the time we were with Zemo. There's gotta be something we missed that's useful now." Sam instructed and that's exactly what you did for the rest of the day.

You compiled a list of known criminals that you knew had some remote connection to Zemo. Some of them had possible connections to the Power Broker as well, so you focused your attention on them first, tracking them down and analyzing every bit of information you had on them. 

It was a difficult job given that they were good at staying in the shadows, avoiding the authorities. Sam had to call several contacts, but by the end of the day you were able to gather enough information on your suspects. You still didn't know if or how any of them had actually helped Zemo—or how they had done it—, but it was a start. Your list had several promising names that you hoped might shed some light on the mechanics behind Zemo's escape. 

However, as relevant and important as some of the information was, you couldn't help but feel guilty not telling them what you knew. Sam and Bucky were theorizing about who among all of them could be their mystery person without knowing it was you. You had to fight the urge to confess the truth to them on several occasions, reminding yourself how dangerous it was to confront the Power Broker. You needed to protect them from Sharon and from themselves. You couldn't lose them. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by the vibration of your phone in your pocket. You picked it up not expecting to find any important notifications. It was too fast for Zemo to communicate with you again. While talking the night before he had implied that he wouldn't need you for the time being. However, the message from an unknown number flashing on your screen told you otherwise.

Change of plans. I need you here in two hours. 

Don't be late, my darling.

When you looked up from your phone you met Bucky's eyes, who was analyzing your expression with curiosity. You locked the screen and hid the device back in your pocket defensively even though you knew he wasn't able to see anything at the distance he was at.

"Everything alright?" Bucky asked, drawing the attention of Sam who looked away from the computer to you.

"Yeah, it's just my friend Lizzie... She messaged me saying she needs to talk." You lied, invoking the name of one of the doctors on the Avenger's tower medical team who had become your best friend over the years. "Is it okay if I at least call her to see what she needs?"

"Go talk to her, Y/N." Sam allowed you, believing your little lie. "We can handle this. You have done enough already, you deserve a break."

"Thank you, Sam. I'll be back as soon as I can." You thanked him as you gathered your things. "Keep me posted, okay?"

The last thing you heard before you left the room was Bucky's complaining about how he too deserved a break.

"You need to be more careful!" You exclaimed in a raised tone as soon as you had Zemo in front of you. "A security camera caught your image not far from where we met last night and Bucky almost caught me."

"Did he?" Zemo spoke in a calm tone as if he did not understand the gravity of the situation.

"No, but I had to fight him and now he thinks you're working with the Power Broker."

"Then there's nothing to worry about." The calmness in his voice irritated you to the point of having to clench your fists at the sides of your body to avoid hitting him in the middle of the face.

"Easy for you to say, you're not the one that has to lie to him."

Zemo approached you with slow but confident steps. He stopped when he found himself a couple of inches away from you, completely invading your personal space. He looked at you with his head slightly tilted to the side, studying your expression to guess your thoughts. You remained firm in your place, maintaining eye contact to show him that he didn't intimidate you.

"Remember why we are doing this, Y/N." He spoke in a soft but firm tone that radiated authority. "We take down the Power Broker while your lovely husband and best friend stay safe, far away from danger. Your lies are for the greater good."

"I know." You rolled your eyes. "You don't have to do this shit with me, I'm not going to tell them. I'm just saying... It feels wrong to lie to them."

"You'll forget all about it once you return home to your beloved Bucky after defeating Sharon." Zemo offered you a smile before walking away from you, giving you back your personal space. "Now let's get to work."

Zemo explained the mission carefully. Apparently he had learned of the whereabouts of a guy who worked for the Power Broker. He was a low-level criminal, but he believed he had relevant information about Sharon's plans. So your job was to help Zemo get to him. According to what he had told you, the guy had more security than usual, which was not only suspicious but also made your job more difficult. You would have to be very careful if you wanted to get to him, but you were confident that wouldn't be a problem.

"What happens when we get to him?" You asked him while discussing the mission. "How are we gonna make him talk?"

"You worry about getting us inside and leave the rest to me. I'll get him talking." You didn't like the way Zemo said that, but it was too late to question it now. You had gotten yourself into this mess and you had to see it through to the end. Otherwise, the lies you had told Bucky would be for nothing.

Although the situation got you thinking about Sharon's future. So far there had only been talk of 'stopping' the Power Broker without really specifying what that entailed. You had a pretty clear idea of what Zemo meant when he talked about 'stopping' Sharon, though. For him there was a very easy way to deal with people like her, but you were beginning to question if that was really the end you wanted for her. You knew it was the quickest and safest solution, the only one that would assure you of putting an end to her and her plans without any of your loved ones getting hurt. Honestly, you were a little tired of fighting, of losing people, but you weren't sure you had what it took to go through with Zemo's plans. After all, Sharon had been your friend at one time.

You shook your head to clear your mind of those thoughts. You didn't have time to question things now, though you knew it was something you would have to reflect on eventually. For the moment your priority was to fight the Power Broker's men who were protecting the criminal they needed to capture. 

Taking out the outside guards hadn't been as difficult as you thought it would be. You insisted on handling it alone since Zemo wanted to kill them in cold blood. You knew they were criminals and probably didn't deserve your sympathy, but letting him just kill them didn't sit well with you. Things got more complicated when they entered the building. There were more guards who weren't able to get out of the way and a fight broke out. The sound of gunshots and punches were all you could hear as you worked with Zemo to make your way to your target. Despite how badly you got along and how much you disapproved of some of his methods, you made a good pair in combat. He had your back and you had his. 

You managed to get rid of most of the Power Broker's men in a matter of seconds. You thought you had a good chance of winning the battle and getting to the target before he managed to escape. But then a door opened and from the other side appeared Sam and Bucky, who were immediately attacked by the thugs. Amidst the chaos of the fight they were able to find you in the sea of people. Your eyes—which luckily for you were covered by your outfit— focused on Bucky's for a moment, before turning to Zemo.

"We need to go. Now!" You exclaimed in the middle of the fight, pushing Zemo towards the exit.

"No! We need to get to him!" He resisted, pulling out a gun and shooting a man who was approaching to attack you from behind. "We can use them as a distraction." He added, referring to Sam and Bucky fighting the Power Broker's men. You rolled your eyes, irritated with Zemo, and used your strength to push him to safety, away from the fight and the intense gaze of your friends.

"Sam and Bucky are here for you, not him. They'll get to you before we have the chance to find this dude." You explained, grabbing Zemo by the shoulders in the hope of bringing him to his senses. "We need to leave." You didn't wait to hear his protests, dragging him away from the fight in search of a way out.

The place was a hellhole, nothing more than a dirty old warehouse in the middle of nowhere. However, you were surprised to walk through a door and find an area that functioned as a parking lot for a variety of cars. You instructed Zemo to get into the vehicle closest to you and start it while you watched the door, making sure no one had followed you there. The plan was to use it to escape from there as quickly as possible, more concerned about not getting caught than completing the mission. You would find other opportunities to get information about the Power Broker as long as you managed to get out of there unharmed.

Although apparently luck was not on your side that day—was it ever?—, because before you could do anything, Bucky entered the room. He shouted for you to stop while pointing the gun he held in his hands at you. You knew that the reasonable thing to do was to obey his orders, but you still tried to escape. However, when Bucky fired into the air you froze in place, realizing the seriousness of the situation.

You quickly came to the conclusion that you had no escape. Bucky had caught you and was ready to shoot you to prevent you from escaping again. If you wanted to save yours and Zemo's life, you had no choice but to surrender and confess the truth.

Putting your hands up in the air, you slowly turned around to face Bucky. He was pointing his gun at you, watching you menacingly. It was strange to look into his eyes and not find the love and warmth you always saw in them. You hated it. You hated to be seen as a criminal, an enemy when you weren't one. You were his wife, the love of his life, and you were teaming up with Zemo to protect him. You were doing this for love, so why did Bucky seem so hurt when he recognized your voice?

It was then that you realized what a big mistake you had made.

"Don't shoot!" You warned, seeing the confusion on Bucky's face at the sound of your voice. You brought your hands up to your hood, slowly pulling it back to expose your face to your husband. He looked at you with a mixture of shock, confusion and betrayal in his eyes. Shame came over you, settling in your stomach in the form of a knot. You wanted to look away, the pain in Bucky's eyes was almost impossible to bear, but you fought to maintain eye contact. It was the least you could do at that moment.

"Y/N... W-what are you doing here with him?" Bucky asked, pointing his gun at Zemo, who watched the scene silently, waiting for the right moment to escape.

"Bucky..." You began in a soft tone, looking for the right words to explain the situation you had gotten yourself into. "This is not what it looks like. I-"

"Not what it looks like?" He interrupted you, repeating your words in disbelief. "So you are not helping Zemo right now? Because that's exactly what it looks like to me."

"I am helping Zemo." You confessed with a sigh, finding no point in continuing to lie. "But it's not what it looks like, okay? If you let me explain..."

"We've been looking for him and all this time you knew where he was and you didn't tell us!"

"No no no" you repeated, desperate to make Bucky understand the reasons behind your actions. You approached him taking a couple of steps in his direction, and he instinctively pointed his gun at you. You stopped for a second, your heart breaking as you realized he saw you as a threat at that moment. You saw the surprise in his eyes as well and decided to continue walking towards him, confident that he wouldn't hurt you. Once in front of him, you placed your hands on his gun to encourage him to lower it.

"Zemo contacted me yesterday and I went to see him, but it's not what you think." You explained once he lowered the gun.

"So it was you last night." It wasn't a question, but you nodded anyway. "Why? Why would you do this? Why wouldn't you tell me the truth?" Bucky's voice sounded broken and you knew he was holding back tears. The knot in your stomach tightened and a wave of guilt washed over you.

"I'm sorry, Buck. It's complicated. I didn't mean to lie to you at first but I just-"

"Why would you choose to work with him? Why didn't you tell me?" He interrupted you. It was as if he was thinking out loud, as if his brain had forgotten how to use his inner voice. "Is he trying to bring back the Winter Soldier? Is that why you were being so secretive about this?" Bucky knew that the accusation was far-fetched, but he wasn't thinking straight and his brain seemed to have lost its filter.

"What? No!" You were shocked by his words, hurt that even for a moment he was capable of considering the idea that you could do such a thing to him. You had seen him suffer for the Winter Soldier. You still did when at night the memories of his past haunted him in the form of nightmares. You had watched him fight for his freedom from Hydra's control, sticking with him through every part of the process. Now that he was finally free you would never think of imprisoning him like that again. "Bucky I would never..."

"Then why?!" He exclaimed, raising his voice. He was not angry, but confused and hurt. His eyes begged you for an explanation that made sense and you found no strength in your heart to keep hiding the truth from him.

"Sharon is the Power Broker." You let out with a sigh of defeat, watching Bucky's expression contract with confusion. "It's true. I didn't want to believe it at first, but it's true. Zemo contacted me because he needs my help to stop her and I agreed to work with him because I didn't want to lose you." You ended up with a broken voice, tears threatening to escape your eyes.

"What?" Bucky looked at you with a frown although both his voice and expression were much softer than mere seconds ago.

"She's dangerous, Bucky. All those who confronted her ended up dead. And now that she's back home she's more powerful than she has ever been. I didn't tell you any of this because I didn't want to drag you and Sam into this... because I couldn't bear the thought of losing someone else... of losing you."

"Hey, you're not gonna lose me." Bucky mumbled, taking your face in his hands and wiping the tears that fell down your cheeks with his thumbs. "You're not gonna lose me, doll. I'm right here. I'm always going to be right here by your side." His voice was soft, trying to inspire calmness through tone, but it only made a new wave of tears roll down your cheeks. You cried because the assurance in his voice comforted you but also because you knew they were empty promises. No one's life was guaranteed and Bucky, just like anyone else, could die at any moment, leaving you alone in an empty world without his smile.

"I know lying to you was wrong and I know I probably let Zemo get inside my head, but I couldn't stop thinking about you getting hurt. I accepted his offer because I thought it was going to be easier working with him since I don't care if he lives or dies." You explained your reasoning between sobs and sniffles. "I know I was wrong and I'm sorry. But I did it to protect you because I love you, Buck. And I could never do anything to hurt you. Never." You insisted, referring to the accusations he had made minutes before.

"Shit, doll. I'm sorry! I didn't mean to say those things. I know you would never hurt me. I just... I wasn't thinking straight." Bucky apologized, ashamed that he was capable of insinuating something so horrible. He knew you loved him, knew you wanted nothing more than his happiness. You had stood by him in his worst times, supported him even when he wasn't sure he deserved it. You were the love of his life and he didn't understand how he had let his mind lead him to think something so horrible. "You know that Zemo gets into my head. I saw him and I saw you and my brain just stopped working."

"It's okay, I'm not mad." You told him with a weak smile, resting your hands over his hands that still rested delicately on your cheeks. "I lied to you and you had all the rights to be upset. I just wanted to make sure you knew I could never do something like that to you. I love you with all my heart, Bucky. You are my family, my home. I want nothing more than your happiness and wellbeing."

"I know, doll. I love you too. So, so much. I can't even put it into words." He confessed, leaning down to rest his forehead on yours. It was such a simple but intimate gesture that it sent a wave of comforting warmth through your body. "I'm sorry, doll." He whispered against your lips.

"I'm sorry too." You responded before closing the short distance between you, bringing your lips together in a delicate kiss. Bucky reciprocated immediately, using his grip on your cheeks to tilt your face to deepen the kiss further, effectively showing you how sorry he was. You did your best to follow his lead, hoping that he too would be able to feel everything you felt for him on your lips.

The world around you ceased to exist for a moment. Zemo, the Power Broker and all your problems disappeared from your mind as you melted in the arms of the love of your life, your soulmate. In that moment you were reminded once again that all you needed to be okay was to have Bucky by your side. He was your rock, your lifeline, the only one whose mere presence was able to clear the fog that clouded your mind and make the sun come out. He was your everything, your whole life. You decided at that moment that you would never again let anything come between you, whether it was Zemo, the Power Broker or death itself.

"Thank you for your help, Bucky. I couldn't have done it without you."Sam's irritated voice interrupted you, forcing you to pull away. When you turned around you noticed that he was accompanied by Zemo, who was handcuffed. You looked at him in confusion, wondering when he had gotten out of there and how he had managed to do so without alerting you. "What is she doing here?"

You and Bucky shared a look. He nodded his head slightly, encouraging you to speak. You let out a long sigh before returning your gaze to your friend's confused face. It was time to come clean.

[tobin-heaths]

Turf is good for one thing

request: Hope is teaching the Reader how to be a goalie. Hope is very touchy, like grabbing on her hips as to ‘help her stance’, but none of the other girls are there because it wasn’t a training day. Then it starts to rain maybe? And it just gets super fluffy where they end up like, laying on the turf and looking into each other’s eyes

pairing: Hope Solo x Reader

words: 1063

"Never lose focus, you feel the gloves? They're a part of you, they're one with your skin." Hope whispered into your ear. You tried to listen to everything she was teaching you, but with her wandering hands on your body it was easier said than done.

Her naked hands halted just above your waist, grabbing you and pushing you forward with ease. "Bend your knees, you need to have a steady stance, always making sure your cleats are tied up good. They need to be a part of you just as much as your gloves, but you know that already, don't you, Miss Seattle Reign forward." She chuckled, hands still resting on your waist.

"Okay, that's literally a lot all at once, anything else I need to know?" You wanted to turn around and kiss her, but she was quick to hold you tight and not allow it. "Focus." She reminded you sternly. "Stay like this. I will shoot the ball and you will try to catch it. No diving just yet."

She walked past you, picking up a ball and steadied herself to shoot it towards your face. You felt uncertain, a little bit scared it would hit your face and hurt you, although Hope would never hurt you on purpose.

"Ready? I won't hurt you, baby. Trust yourself." You breathed out, held your hands up and motioned for her to start. You knew Hope possessed immense power in her legs, able to shoot the ball very hard and fast. She seemed to go easy on you though and you didn't have trouble catching the ball. "Good job, babe."

Goalkeeping was weird, you didn't know anything about it and certainly never tried it before. 90 minutes in those sweaty gloves? How could Hope ever survive this?

Luckily you had a girlfriend who was the best in what she is doing, number one in the world and could teach you with ease, not even breaking a sweat.

"What is it, Y/N?" Hope asked once she noticed you spacing out. "I can't understand how you do this all the time, just standing here. I've only been here for a few minutes and my legs tell me to move." You shook your head and chuckled.

"To each their own, love. Now, focus. We'll try diving now. You remember what I showed you earlier?" You nodded and took your stance, growing nervous for the 100th time.

You thought back to countless videos of Hope in action and the way she was diving and flying around her goal, trying hard to be just like her and impress her now.

The brunette stepped back and shot the ball into the right corner, meaning you had to dive to your left. "Ah, fuck!" You groaned, your impact much harder than you expected. Sighing, you sat up and looked at the ball who laid in the back of the net.

"Baby, what was that? What were you trying to imitate? You jumped way too high, that looked painful. Are you alright?" Hope kneeled down next to you, chuckling at the unimpressed look you sent her way.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I guess. Do I have to do this again?" Your eyes were begging for her to say 'no' and just let it be, but Hope wouldn't fall for that anymore. "Yes. Stop pouting and get up so we can try again, don't give up that fast!" Giving you a quick kiss to the lips she strutted back to her post.

"Don't give up that fast." You mocked silently, rolling your eyes as you sank back to the turf, staring up at the dark sky. Just now you actually noticed the thick, grey clouds decorating the sky. Even the air started smelling like rain. No doubt, it would for sure rain today.

As if the sky just read your thoughts a loud rumble could be heard in the distance, signalizing the start of a thunderstorm. At first it were small droplets of rain landing on your skin, who then turned into much bigger ones, rain pouring down on the both of you.

"Why is it always the rain saving you from something you don't want to do?" Hope asked in disbelief, hands on her waist.

Shrugging your shoulders you snickered to yourself, enjoying the way your wet clothes clung to your body. In just a few minutes the whole field was flooded with water, giving you a brilliant idea.

Standing up you started running towards Hope and flung yourself down to the turf, sliding all the way over to her, one arm in front of you. "Don't be sad, love. Supergirl is here to save your day!" You laughed and stared up at her.

Hope looked down at you with a mix of disbelief and amusement on her face. "You're the worst, you know that?" She laughed, hoisting you off the ground and into her arms.

"So, what do you say? I race slide you over to the goal?" You asked, wiggling your eyebrows, rain hitting your face. "Loser has to do the dishes tonight." She yelled and ran away from you. "That ain't fair, Miss Solo!"

You cursed, but laughed loudly and ran after her, somehow trying to make it past her to not deal with the dishes later tonight.

The both of you were sliding next to each other, coming to a stop in front of the goal, water splashing everywhere. You couldn't hold your laughter while you turned around to face your girlfriend. "I'm not exactly sure who won." She questioned, staring at you. "I don't really care, as long as I don't have to do the dishes."

Silence settled over you, nothing could be heard besides the rain and occasional thunder in the distance. Everything about this was calming, having her this close to you, it was kinda romantic.

You studied her wet face, that perfect face and kind soul you fell so in love with, those magnificent blue eyes that were staring back at you with the same amount of love in them. You wished for this to never end, an everlasting moment and memory you will treasure forever.

Her cold hand touched your cheek, her thumb gently stroking the skin, a small smile on her lips as she leaned closer to press her awaiting lips onto yours and seal this moment with a deep kiss.

[televisionboy]

Can I request some hcs for Dick? I've been having a rough time mentally a lot lately and would just love some fluffy comfort from one Dick Winters! If not that's totally understandable.

YES OMG I love Winters so damn much!!

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wow look at that good cinnamon roll boi

He first met you when you were talking to Nixon actually

Completely love at first sight (for him), you? Not so much. While you thought he was very nice, you didn’t have time for love.

He asked all the time about you without even realizing it

“How’s Y/N?” “Is Y/N okay? Stressed?” “Do you think it’s going to be safe for Y/N to go on the patrol?”

One night, you were sitting outside in haguenau, shivering but at least is was peaceful

Dick just happened to see you and being the gentleman he is, immediately ran to you and offered his jacket. To which you politely refused but he made you wear it anyways

Hours passed that night and he found himself telling you things he hadn’t even told Lew

It’s when he first knew he had fallen HARD for you. There were a couple ladies at home that took a liking to him before he left but he basically threw them away from his mind

You kissed him that night and his stomach goes mdmdkskskxnnakakqoeprpfcksn. Asks you on a date after the war, but during it it’s full of kisses, teasing from Welsh and Nixon, and long talks about your future whilst sharing a chocolate bar you may or may not have stolen from Luz

When you get home, he takes you to the worlds best restaurant and you two have dinner. He helps you unpack most of your stuff and holds you, so grateful he’s home with you

Dick is such a morning person, you woke up? he has eggs, coffee, toast with jam and bacon waiting for you while he eats outside on the patio

He thinks you’re always beautiful but you’re the most when you’re not even trying to be. Like when you just wake up

That doesn’t mean he doesn’t absolutely sob at your wedding when he sees you

He’s definitely a quiet person but he’s opened up more around you, he’s more playful, less serious. He can tease you without worrying your feelings will be hurt (he still does sometimes but he’s used to you not caring and simply teasing him back)

Gives you butterfly kisses and soft SOFT as a pillow or a feather

Super classy and old school and romantic!, he celebrates every single anniversary all out. One year he called George Luz and then regretted it when Luz called him to say that a mini circus was on their way. He called Malarkey, Skip, and Penkala (no I refuse to believe they died) and asked for ideas but then regretted it when they came to your door singing a love song

He’s learned to just take you to a diner, to a movie for dates. But sometimes he gets creative. Once, he took you to a library and you stayed there past closing time to read together and laugh, he took you to a cafe he went to as a child after and his toddler photo was on the wall because the staff love him so much

When you’re stressed, he puts his arm around you and kisses your temple. He’s incredibly calming and always works through it slowly and calmly. Back rubs and massages are so good from him. It’s becoming a common thing that if he’s on the couch, you plop down next to him and place your feet in his lap so he can rub them

Never, without fail, fails to notice if you don’t even like the way something is placed. He’s so good at noticing things, when you’re upset, he swoops in and places loving kisses on your forehead and tells you how strong and beautiful you are

He mostly leaves you to nap and try to relieve stress, he lights a lavender candle and bakes cookies

He doesn’t pressure you into having children, but he’s spent 4 years looking after hundreds of men so a child should be easy right? Wrong. He thought so too and that’s why he thought you wouldn’t want to have a lot of children but when you told him one fateful Father’s Day that you and him would be able to celebrate it in a year, he became so scared

Not so much of a pet person, but when Lews dog got pregnant and your child found out, running to Dick and begging him for days to adopt their newborn, he really REALLY couldn’t say no. So now you’re stuck with a puppy who reminds you so much of Nixon. She’s lazy but also sassy

As your teen becomes older, you start feeling more insecure that they’ll brush you off or fight with you all the time. Dick always pulls you close to remind you that you’re an amazing person and an even better mom. Better than his sister, better than Kitty Welsh even.

But just like you get stressed and upset, he does too. He has a lot of PTSD and still has nightmares of shooting the young boy, he’ll wake up in night sweats and it’s the only time you’ve ever seen him cry or cuss. You let him cry against your chest until your shirt is stained wet with his tears

He always apologizes and promises to do laundry tomorrow but you shush him and pull him down to rest

He always thanks himself for working up the courage to talk to you on that one fateful night in Haguenau

[alj4890]

A Little Romance Couldn't Hurt

(Maxwell x Amanda) as requested by @krsnlove with the below prompt. Taken from The Other Friend Series.

Brought in some of The Red Carpet gang for a few scenes 😉

A/N this started out as a fluffy Friday story, but became too long and complicated. But a promise is a promise, so here it is. Everything, except the rocks and famous people, have happened to me on various vacations with friends or my husband, LOL. Always make sure to travel with someone who can make you laugh. And bring pain pills.

"Whoohoo!" Maxwell exclaimed as he walked out on the balcony. Carmel was absolutely beautiful. He and Amanda had left their little girls with Liam and Riley and had come for two weeks of fun in the sun and a few meetings with Thomas Hunt. Maxwell had plans though that involved some special alone time without a six year old and her three year old sister running about.

He rubbed his hands in anticipation. This was just what they needed. He returned to the suite and grinned when he saw Amanda on the phone. She had already called before they took off, while somewhere over Kentucky, and when they landed. She looked up at him. "Here's your daddy. Love you angels!"

Maxwell talked for a few minutes and told the girls he loved them. He tossed the phone aside and tackled Amanda on the bed. She giggled as he propped himself up on his elbows. His expression was filled with mock surprise. "Sorry, I tripped." She wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him down for a kiss.

They were interrupted from exploring this long forgotten freedom by the phone ringing. It was Thomas. He had arrived early and was waiting down in the lobby. "We will be right down." Amanda said while Maxwell shook his head, no. "See you soon."

He groaned and pulled her closer. "Wouldn't you rather stay here for a romantic beginning to our getaway?" He kissed along her jawline to her lips. He rolled over, causing her to laugh into the kiss.

"Yes, I would. That's why I'm going down there now so that I can hurry back up here and be alone with you." She moved her lips down his neck as she talked. "Let's go." She pushed off and grabbed his hand. He groaned and got up. "How did I end up with someone so cruel?"

The lobby was teaming with people. Luggage was moving at an alarming speed by the staff trying to get everyone situated. Maxwell saw a luggage cart barreling toward Amanda and shoved her out of the way. He was knocked down and bags landed on his back. His cry of pain echoed around the room.

"Maxwell!" Amanda began to try and pull the bags off of him but they were unusually heavy. Thomas ran over and tried to assist her. "Are there bricks in these bags?" He growled as he lifted.

"Actually, it's rocks." They turned to see a nervous looking man. "I'm a geologist and I brought some samples to share at UCLA."

"Well don't just stand there! Help us!" Thomas yelled. They soon had Maxwell unearthed and he moaned in pain. "My back." He stayed still trying not to tense up. The manager ran over, apologizing while yelling for a doctor to be called.

A few hours later, Maxwell was lying in bed feeling the effects of the muscle relaxer. Amanda had been alternating between heat and ice, while grimacing at the darkening bruises. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to a spot that had no mark.

He had a loopy smile on his face. "That felt nice." He said in a slightly slurred voice. Amanda gently ran her hand down his back. He would have a few days of swelling and spasms. So much for their romantic beginning.

Five days later, a rather grumpy Maxwell watched his wife get ready to go down to the beach. Apparently, Ryan Summers had invited a bunch of the friends she had made her first time here for a little fun in the sun. There was no way he was letting her go without him.

"You sure you feel up to it?" She asked for the fifth time. "I won't stay long if you want to lay back down."

"I'm fine." He bit out.

Amanda paused and looked at him. "You don't sound fine."

"I'm fine." He stressed again.

"Ah yes, the positivity just oozes from you." She teased.

His lips quirked and he couldn't help laughing at how ridiculous this trip had been so far. “I am gonna be so positive today! Positive or DEATH TO ALL!”

"Took a bit of a dark turn there at the end." She said, slipping her hand in his as they walked out.

"Well, you would worry about me if I was suddenly sunshine and rainbows after the last couple of days." He stepped out onto the warm sand and gazed out at the deep blue water. This was what he needed. He smiled down at Amanda as she wrapped her arms around him. Well, he needed something else too, but this was a good start.

They heard their names called out and turned to see a group waving at them. A petite blonde came running at full speed and hugged Amanda, squealing with delight. "Addison! It has been too long."

"I know! I've missed you guys like crazy." She grabbed Maxwell and hugged him.

"Careful!" Maxwell exclaimed when she squeezed hard.

"Sorry! Thomas told me what happened." She grabbed both their hands and pulled them along. They spent the afternoon enjoying the time with everyone. Maxwell relaxed back in his beach chair and was even found smiling most of the time.

His eyes rested on Amanda often. Addison and Holly had talked her and Thomas into playing badminton. During the hilariously bad plays, he noticed Amanda was looking a little red. He called out to her and rummaged around in her beach bag. "Uh oh."

"What's wrong." She asked as she sat down beside him.

"You look a little red. And we have no sun block." His eyes widened when he got a closer look at her. "Umm. We might need to get you inside."

"What? Why?" She asked. He pointed at her shoulders. Not only were they red, they had begun to blister. "What did you put on?" He asked.

"It was some kind of weird stuff Addison had. She said she used it all the time at the beach and that I had to give it a try." They yelled out to her.

"What's up? Holy crap! Your shoulders! Wait...which stuff did you put on?" Addison asked. "Did it smell like lemons or coconut?"

"Coconut. Why?" Amanda began to feel alarmed.

"Yeah... that's my super secret dark tanning lotion. I barely stay out for an hour when I have that on." Addison seemed worried.

"I've been out here for over three hours with it!" Amanda exclaimed. Now that it had been pointed out, she could feel the burn.

Maxwell stood up and they said their goodbyes. When they got back to the room and she removed her top, they both stared in horror. "I look like an overcooked lobster." She whispered.

"Yes you do. Did I mention that I love lobsters?" He wiggled his eyebrows at her causing her to giggle. She sobered the longer she looked at the crisp carcass that once was her body.

She teared up as she looked at her shoulders. For some weird reason they were the only blistered part. Everywhere else was red. Her cheeks and forehead were bright red and her nose...good grief. Through the tears of pain, she started laughing. "Who knew my love of all things coconut would lead to my downfall? I thought their shells were the only thing to cause bodily harm."

Maxwell started laughing and grabbed his back. "Ow! Don't make me laugh so hard." This caused them both to laugh harder. Amanda gingerly laid down on the top of the cover, cringing as her raw skin touched the comforter. He groaned as he stretched out beside her. "So..." He began, a teasing glint in his eyes. "This has got to be our most romantic getaway ever."

Amanda laughed. "I would kiss you but I think my lips were singed off by the sun."

"I would lean over and kiss you back, but I would never be able to move again." Maxwell said. He glanced at her and grimaced. "I can literally feel the heat of your burns way over here."

Amanda nodded. "I'm freezing but I'm pretty sure I would pass out from the pain if I pulled a blanket over me." She thought a minute and grabbed a blanket. It hurt like crap but she was still conscious. "Didn't work."

Maxwell slowly moved closer to her. She eyed him warily, afriad he would bump into her. He stopped about six inches away and collapsed. "Okay...by my math, if we can miraculously heal in two days, we will have at least one whole week to ourselves." He turned his head to look at his badly burned wife.

She met his eyes and began to laugh. "In case it was burned off, I was raising my eyebrow in disbelief." He snorted and the bed shook as they continued to tease each other until they fell asleep.

The next morning, Amanda opened her eyes and tried to get up. Her burned skin was tight and she hobbled around slightly bent. She looked in the mirror and realized she looked worse than before. Her shoulders had literally been basted with coconut substances and cooked for hours. The blisters ran deep around where her straps had been. MaxwelI heard her moan in agony as she tried the shower. She got out and ran the tub faucet and slowly sat down.

He tried to get up but his back had spasmed. "Babe. You okay?" He called out.

"Not sure. Think so. You?" She replied.

"I can't get up at the moment. Know that I would have checked on you if I could." He moaned and rolled over on his stomach.

"That's why I love you. I would come check on you but I barely got in the tub. This might be my new residence. Be sure to bring the kids by for holidays." Amanda tried to lean back and sucked in a painful breath.

After a little while she was able to get out of the tub. She tried to gently pat dry her messed up skin. Maxwell finally got up and walked in the bathroom. He averted his eyes. Her burns hurt just looking at them.

"I saw that. I know I look disgusting." She mumbled as she tried to put a t-shirt on. She gasped and breathed hard through the pain.

Maxwell shook his head. "You know I don't think that. It hurts me seeing you like that." He looked at her and frowned. "There is nowhere to kiss you that won't hurt."

Amanda reached for the boxers she stole from him. And slipped them on slowly. "That's better." She shuffled out and tried to sit down on the couch. "Nope." She got back into bed. The comforter was softer. Maxwell ran a shower and sighed as the hot water hit his sore spots.

He got dressed in pj bottoms and a shirt. He smiled and stretched out next to her. "You know...I had planned on the two of us spending most of the trip here. This wasn't what I had in mind."

Amanda laughed and barely kissed him. Her lips were raw but she couldn't resist.

And so it went for the following days. Finally, Maxwell's back stopped hurting. Amanda's burns, save for the very top of her shoulders, had healed. They decided to celebrate with a romantic night out.

Maxwell was tying his tie when Amanda stepped out in a little black dress and did a slow twirl. He let out a low whistle. "If I did not want to show you off so much, I would suggest we stay here." He ran his hands down her back as he kissed her.

She looped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He smiled, planning in his mind how the evening would go. It was going to be a night to remember.

2 hours later.

"Why does this place hate us so much?!" Amanda cried out. She heaved over the toilet. Maxwell was in the other bathroom heaving over his own. "I don't know. But I want to go home." He sighed and collapsed on the floor. Food poisoning. At a five star restaurant. Why?

After he knew nothing else would come up, he crawled out to check to see if he was a widower. It was too quiet in the other bathroom. He stuck his head in and saw her laying in the floor. Her chest was slowly moving up and down so he didn't have to worry. He crawled next to her and laid down.

"If it's cool with you, I'm going to die. You are such a great father that you and the girls will be fine." She whispered.

"You can't. I'm dying right now. One of us has to stay for the kids. They need you more. You're the perfect mom. Plus I think I just died during that last sentence."

Amanda rolled over slowly. She took his hand. "I'm going with you. The girls have all those godparents. It's safe for us both to die."

2 days later.

They finished packing what they could, ready to leave whatever level of hell they had stumbled into. Their jet was being made ready for the earliest possible departure. Maxwell glanced around at the room that had been a prison, hospital room, and a torture chamber. He opened the door to step out on the balcony when Amanda jumped in front of him.

"Are you crazy?! You step out there and either an anvil will fall on you or some giant bird knocks you off the balcony." She pushed him away and went to shut the door when a bat flew in.

They screamed and ran out of the room.

1 hour later

Their private jet seemed the best place to wait for the next 10 hours. They placed their bags down and reclined in their seats. Amanda opened her eyes and looked at the only man she knew who could make her laugh so much during so many crazy, rather painful situations. She gently touched his cheek. He opened his eyes and grinned. He kissed the hand against his cheek.

"I love you so very much." She whispered.

"I love you so very much too." He whispered back. He tucked a blanket around the two of them and pulled her close. He let out a contented sigh and went to sleep.

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Eobard Thawne x Reader

A/n: I kinda blended like a bunch of requests into one. Sorry that I didn't make it too long. There's so many versions I wanted to undertake, but they all kinda ended up in angst. So prepare for the fluffness in this one.

I'm gonna be super embarrassing and cheesy but imagine cuddling with Eobard at night

Lmao I have thought about this WAY too much. So, I actually think would Eo would make the date as normal as possible to make his s/o comfortable but would still be kind of extra because it's him. He'd probably rent out a whole restaurant and take the reader on a romantic walk. That kind of thing :).

If you're taking requests and if you're up for it, would you write something fluffy and/comforting with Eobard x reader? I need to heal after that last angsty fic haha.

Waking up/Cuddles

Doomworld.

A world in which eobard had catered to fit his (and his partners) ideals.

You woke up with the throbbing feeling in your head of the worst hangover you've ever had. If you've never had a hangover then this was the feeling you would imagine having but 5x worse.

It was a feeling of your head being compressed and molded. Migraines, dizzyness, whiplash all at once. Not a great way to wake up.

First, the sunlight hit your closed eyes. Then when you went to cover yourself up, you noticed that your skin grazed the cool feeling of another's. With that, you liked down and noticed that you were naked. Which had you assuming that whoever it was that was next to you was also. You opened your eyes a bit, squinting. The way the sunlight outlined the mans side that wasn't covered by the white blanket. His broad back, broad shoulders, his ashy blonde hair. Oh god.

He started to shift, turning around, half asleep. You immediately closed your eyes to pretend as if you were still sleeping. "Mmmmm" he shuffled nearer to you, comfortingly pressing himself to cuddle with you. It felt like the the morning hue. Where you still feel sleepy, half awake, and don't remember where you are. But then you saw his eyes. His beautiful, sexy blue eyes. And everything came back.

"Good morning." He nuzzled your nose and kissed it.

"Eo-bard?" He chuckled. "Who else,love?" Goodness gracious. Had the sex really been that hardcore that it gave you temporary post coitis morning amnesia?

"Mmmm what if today we do something special. Just the two of us. I make a few calls, cancel some meetings. Or just not show up."

"Something special?" You kissed his neck. "Like a date?"

"A date? Yeah. A date that sounds great. I've been meaning to travel. I can speed us to Venice, Italy 1990 they have the best sceneries, food, and be back before noon. Or fly us to-"

"Eo. I meant a normal date. In this time. You, me, out and about, walking, dinner, maybe a movie. For sure a movie, we both cant handle being among other people for too long. On a date type of out."

"You sure you don't want to go to italy?"

"Eo."

"OK fine something 'normal,' anything for my everything. I might have somethings we could do planned out for us."

How? you thought. He seemed to read your mind with his response.

"I can work my type of magic. Come on," he playfully patted you, "let's get ready." And got up to reveal His very toned and sexy back physique. Oooo that bum. How could you forget that perfectly, beautifully, shaped bottom.

"Like what you see?"

"Very."

A walk and Dinner

You two didn't end up leaving the house until very later on during the day. Opting to endlessly tease each other distracting one another from getting ready. Unbeknownst to you, this was all part of eo's perfectly planned out evening. You two spent all morning in bed cuddling in bed. After you tried to get up, Exposing your nakedness to your man, he couldn't control his impulse to ravage you once again on the bed, and then again in the shower.

Finally at around 4 in the afternoon, you two managed to get ready and head out to wherever Eo had planned for the two of you. Both in an fancyish casual outfit. Not to fancy. Not too meh. That was just your normal style. Always looking effortlessly good.

He didn't tell you, but the place you were going to was nearby. He interlocked your fingers as he lead you down a path along the back of your house leading towards a trail next to the beach. (Sometime ago you had discovered that you and Eobard had been living in LA this whole time. And apparently though you thouvbt you had you were in the middle of nowhere in a secluded time bubble. Turns out you were closer to civilization than you thought. His property was just frickin huge and hidden.) After some walking past the rocky trail. You could look out into the west as the sky started shifting colors. From an orange to dusty pink covered clouds.

You didn't need to speak. You both were completely comfortable In the silence, looking at the changing scenery that came with being close yet far enough away from the beach.

Reaching your destination, you came upon a modern dark glassed sheek restaurant. It was located next to the beach. In what seemed like an upscale shopping center.

Inside it was empty. You scowled at your boyfriend.

"Eo, I said normal. Superspeeding everyone out is not normal. Bring them back. They're all gonna be confused as fuck, but-"

"I didn't superspeed anyone out." He chuckled. "I would have, but that would've been more of a hassle."

"Mr. Thawne, welcome it is a pleasure for us for you to be joining us this evening. We hope that tonight is delightful and to your liking."

"We shall see. Is everything ready?"

"Yes. Sir.

Will it be the usual for you sir?"

"Not tonight. Tonight is a special occasion."

"Of course, Mr. Thawne."

And it was.

Movies

It was just you two. And even though you two watch movies quite frequently at home, this was special; it was nice. A breath of fresh air. He really didn't want to be disturbed. First, with the restaurant and now the movies. Not that you minded. because you loved quality time with your Eo. When it was just the two of you He showed you the side of him that no one saw. This man had gone above and beyond for you.

It was one of those VIP theaters where the seats were more like beds. Perfect for cuddling. He really had thought of everything.

You two laid in the bedseats making yourselves comfortable in the darkness of the theater.

Before the movie even started, he was already leaning in to kiss you. You were so in the mood, until you heard the booming theme song boosting from the speakers around you; immediately breaking away from the kiss. Gasping. Your full attention on the screen.

"StaR WArS!!!??" :D (:D you gasped excitedly, leaned back against the pillows, sat up straight, your full attention on the screen. Eobard couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at the way you reacted leaning back making himself comfortable; knowing that when Star wars came on you were to not be interrupted.

Throughout the film, All the explosions, All the light saber choreographical fights you could feel and sense his loving gaze on you through your peripheral vision. You pulled your eyes away from the screen for a second to meet his.

"Are you even paying attention to the movie Mr. Thawne?"

He made himself more comfortable against you. "Nope. I find how you're intrigued with the film more interesting."

"Well stop it." You giggled. "Watch the movie." Then suddenly your voice got more seductive as you placed a hand on his chest. "There might be a quiz to get something you might want later." You could see how he skeptically raised his brows in the darkness of the room.

"Really? And what would that be?" He purred.

"Anything you want."