#lamia x nat

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Pottery date for nat and lamia maybe?

Thank you!! This isn't the usual pottery date, but I hope you like it (and also that you don't mind that I'm using the prompt for the OC Kiss Week day 3: nostalgia)

Short spin-off for Natalie Sewell or the modern Pygmalion (read on AO3)

Pottery date, making their own homemade gifts for the other (+AO3 link)

Spring in Wayhaven was a beautiful sight. Nat had mentioned it to Lamia a few times in the last few days, but, she, used to the blooming flowers and the joyful chatter, just said that it looked the same it always did. She was probably right, Nat thought while waiting outside of the workshop. After all, she had seen those same trees lose their leaves thirty times by then, how could it be as impressive to her as it was to Nat?

However, when she turned to the store window, she was as transfixed on the details of the ceramic work as she was the first time she was close to a ceramist for the first time, even though that happened more than 300 years ago. She still got lost in the delicate details of the lusterware and the bright colours of amateur mugs, to the point she didn’t notice Lamia approaching her until she was right by her side.

“I’ve wanted to give pottery a try since this store opened,” Lamia stated as a greeting.

“It took you long enough,” Nat replied, smiling.

“I was waiting for the right company.” Lamia leaned in to kiss Nat’s cheek and took her hand, before leading her inside. She was wearing her favourite hijab neatly pinned so it wouldn’t get in the way of their lesson, matching the blush toned scarf with a long vest and wide pants. Only she could choose a white sweater for a pottery class, thought Nat, trying to hide a chuckle.

“So,” whispered Lamia as everyone was taking their seats, “any tips for beginners?”

“Me? I know as much as you do.”

“Really? I was hoping for some help from an expert,” Lamia sighed, looking less confidently at her block of clay.

“Sorry to disappoint you, but I was more interested in sculpting back then.”

“Of course you were.” Lamia rolled her eyes fondly at her. “Is there that much of a difference?”

“Just enough, I suppose. It will be nice to be an apprentice again.”

“How long has it been since the last time you were in an atelier?”

Lamia scooted over her chair to get closer, genuinely curious about what Nat might say. She knew the vampire didn’t usually share too much of her past, so, during conversations like that one, she would gently push for any nugget of information. Nat was aware of her need to know her story, all of it, and, although it melted her heart only to think about it, there was something holding her back from saying anything that could detangle her past for her. They didn’t know each other for a long time, even if it felt like a lifetime. What was a year in eternity?

“Seven years,” Nat finally confessed. She knew Lamia was waiting for more, but she couldn’t bring herself to it. What would she think after she heard the story? Would she still see her the same way? What if she hurt Lamia by showing her what was left of her memories of Galatea?

Luckily, she didn’t need to look for an excuse. The owner of the store caught everyone’s attention with a cheerful introduction and Lamia went back to her place, not after gently squeezing Nat’s hand. She would wait until she was ready.

It turned out that the pottery lesson wasn’t extremely complicated. Nat worked with ease in creating gradually longer cylinders of clay and then piled them up until she got a decent sized bowl. She then blended them together with a tool shaped like a half moon until all sides were only slightly uneven. It wasn’t perfect by any means, but Nat was surprised her hands remembered working on clay. When she turned to Lamia, she found a very different picture.

Lamia was frowning at her clay. It kept breaking over and over again and she tried to fix it by pressing her fingers along the surface. Her white top had muddy stains around the wrists.

“It hates me,” Lamia whined, after a crack formed again from the edge and the top crumbled from its own weight.

“It doesn’t hate you,” replied Nat; she brought her chair closer to Lamia’s and grabbed a small piece of clay, “you have to touch it just the right amount. Let me show you.”

She guided Lamia’s hands to roll smoother cylinders, lightly pressing the clay to shape it, taking just a drop of water so it didn’t dry too quickly. With Nat’s help, she managed to piece together a small acceptable vase. Her face lit up with pride and she watched delighted as the teacher put her creation in the oven.

Lamia looked chippier throughout the next step. She mixed the powder, water and alcohol to get the most vibrant colours. Green, blue, orange… They were already stunning in her palette. The hour went by all too quickly for Nat, who wasn’t so sure about her own design. As much as she tried to copy Lamia’s process, she was too distracted by her focused expression. The tiniest wrinkles had appeared between her eyebrows and she could see the shadow of a smile on her pursed lips. She worked efficiently, with no time to spare for doubt. It was mesmerising. When the pieces were out of the oven and were finally cooling down for paint, she had managed to draw and cut a beautiful design imitating a fantastic mosaic. She laid her handmade stencil over the curved surface.

“I think we make a great team,” said Nat.

“Of course we do,” answered Lamia, without looking up, “how is your bowl going?”

Nat looked back at her own piece. She had placed some small flowers and birds which didn’t look too bad, but hadn’t really been thinking about it.

“Aw, it’s cute,” Lamia cooed at the shy strokes of her brush to which Nat laughed.

“I wasn’t paying too much attention to it. Yours is more interesting.”

“Do you like it?” asked Lamia, excited, “my cousins and I used to do mosaics at school, you know, with colourful paper. It was fun.”

“You look like you are having fun.”

“Absolutely. Much better than shaping clay.”

“Agree to disagree,” smiled Nat and went back to her work.

Nat was satisfied with her work when she put her brush down. She had missed getting her hands dirty and she was pretty sure Farah would be ecstatic to learn about that class.

“I expected it to be more like Ghost, but this isn't too bad,” admitted Lamia, observing her lines from a close distance.

“Ghost?”

“Yeah, the movie. You haven’t seen it?” She looked horrified when Nat shook her head. “We are watching it tonight. You need to watch Ghost.”

“If you say so,” conceded Nat, who knew when a battle was lost, “but we won’t be able to watch it if you look at your vase so closely.”

“I think I moved the stencil at some point. Look! These lines don’t make any sense.”

Nat took Lamia’s hand, which got her attention back.

“It looks beautiful. We need to let it dry now.”

“Again? Can’t we take it home now?”

“I don’t think your sweater can take more of this class,” Nat chuckled and rubbed the fabric between her fingers.

They left the store after thanking their teacher to slowly walk towards Lamia’s apartment. The night was a bit too hot for that time of year, but perfect for a calm stroll. Lamia was unusually quiet, until her home started to take form between the buildings.

“What happened seven years ago?” she hesitantly asked.

Nat took a moment to consider her next words and Lamia patiently waited for her, intertwining their fingers.

“I met a woman.”

“Ah,” Lamia sighed, “that’s how most of my stories start too.”

They both laughed, aware that the joke was just a way to tell Nat how impatient she was.

“It’s a complicated, long story.”

“I have time,” Lamia tried to reassure her with a smile.

Breathing deeply, Nat continued.

“You remind me of her.”

“How come?”

“It was just a moment, the first time we met.”

“So I look like her?”

Nat looked on her face any shadow of hurt, but there was none.

“Not anymore. You two are too different for any physical resemblance to matter.”

“So what happened?”

“She left. It was the right thing to do,” she added quickly when she saw Lamia's surprise, “I can see that now.”

“But it wasn’t easy back then.”

“It rarely is,” admitted Nat. Even after so many years, she still felt the weight of melancholy thinking about those few months.

Lamia quieted down again for a few minutes, mulling over the small blinks of her past. When she spoke again, she did it in a soft voice, calmly, as if she was prudently choosing her words.

“I know you don’t want to or you don’t like talking about your past and it’s okay if you don’t want to tell me why. But I want you to know that I understand that you had a life before me. A very long life. I won’t hold anything against you.”

Nat sighed, unable to answer like she wanted or how Lamia deserved.

“There is… a bust in the warehouse. One of the last I made of her. I’ll show you some day.”

Lamia stopped and pulled Nat’s hand to bring her closer. She cupped her face with her hands before giving her a short, tender kiss.

“Thank you. Now, let’s go. We have a movie to watch.”

The next day, after picking up her work at the workshop, they headed to the warehouse. Nat let Lamia enter first in the dark room, where most of their belongings from other missions were carefully stored. The bust was unceremoniously balanced between other small souvenirs.

“She was beautiful,” whispered Lamia. She reached to caress the cold cheek of the one who looked exactly like her, and still so different.

“She was.”

Lamia tore her eyes from the bust to look worryingly at Nat.

"Do you know anything about her?"

"Not in a long time."

Lamia nodded. After a hesitant instant, she took the bust in her hands.

"She deserves to be seen."

She held it against her chest, making sure it was safe and gestured for Nat to open the door again. Lamia walked in front of her, and took them to the library. Nat opened the door again for her and watched Lamia place the bust on the shelf in the middle of the room, right at the level of their eyes. The sunlight hit its cheeks almost bringing it to life.

"I'll buy some flowers and we'll put my vase here," said Lamia, pointing next to the statue.

Nat stood next to Lamia in silence. Looking at that face she knew so well didn't cause as much pain as she thought it would. Lamia leaned against the shelf, and lightly kissed the statue's forehead.

"I hope she is okay."

Nat stepped hesitantly towards the bust and repeated the gesture. The dried clay remained cold under her lips and she smiled against the stone.

"I'm sure she is."

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Carnival of Hearts (Part 1/6) ~ Bucky x Reader  College!AU

A/N: Hello my lovelies! I hope you’re all doing well and staying safe. I’m here with a new series because I have no self control. If you’ve been here for a while then you know this is my typical behavior but if you’re new my apologies. Good news, I do have specific plans on what I’m tackling, so hopefully things will happen soon. But I do have a lot of (good thankfully) things going on in my family life so it’s a bit chaotic. 

This is my entry for @buckysknifecollection ‘s 3k Follower Challenge. Congrats on the milestone lovely! Go check out the blog. Personal fave is Hush (a must read if you’re into soft!Biker!Bucky) 

Prompt: Our friends set us up on this carnival date but we’re both pining after someone else and this a bit awkward

Summary: When you’re set up on a carnival date with Bucky Barnes NOTHING turns out the way you expected. 

Rating: T 

Warnings: Language 

Word count: 1074

“I have found you the perfect guy,” Nat announced as she flounced into your room.

“Oh joy, oh happy day. I shan’t die unwed,” you deadpanned without looking up from your book.

You squawked indignantly when she flicked your ear and yanked your book away from you.

“What the hell? I was reading.”

“I’m serious,” she huffed. “I had lunch with Wanda today and she mentioned that she has a friend she thinks would be perfect for you, and after scoping him out I have to agree.”

“Wonderful. Can I have my book back now?”

“His name is Bucky,”

“Someone actually named their kid Bucky?”

“It’s a nickname. And he’s a sweetheart,” she continued, ignoring you. “He’s a linguistics major. Minor in creative writing. You’re really gonna like him.”

“I’m sure I would if I were actually going to go out with him.”

“Oh come on. You haven’t been on a date in over a year.”

“Which should have been your first clue that I didn’t want to get set up. I’m enjoying single life. Thanks ever so much.”

You plucked the book from her hands and rolled over onto your back, trying to find your page.

“Sitting here pining over your best friend is not enjoying single life.”

“Number one, I’m lying down. And number two, I’m not pining over you. Though you certainly are a sight for sore eyes.”

You batted your eyelashes at her flirtatiously. She rolled her eyes and took your book again only to swat you with it.

“Cute. You know that’s not which best friend I’m talking about.”

You sighed and sat up, moving back against the headboard, slightly out of reach.

“I’m not pining over Steve either.”

Your arms crossed tightly over your chest weren’t very convincing.

“Y/n, you know I love you and I just want what’s best for you, right?”

“Yes.”

“Then just trust me and go on a date with Bucky. He’s exactly what you need.”

You sighed.

“You’re not going to let this go. Are you?”

Her smile was triumphant.

“Nope. And I’ve made it as easy as possible for you. He’s going to be your date to the carnival.”

“But Steve and I are going to the carnival together.”

It was tradition. It was not a date.

Unfortunately.  

“Not until after Steve finishes volunteering. This is the deal. You, me, Wanda, and Bucky all meet. If you hate him immediately I’ll let you bail. But otherwise you hang out for a few hours; we’ll all meet up for lunch. And then you can spend the rest of the night with Steve. Deal?”

You mulled it over. It wasn’t the worst deal. Your date would have a set end point if it wasn’t going well. And if it did go well you had a buddy to go on rides with while Steve was working.

“And I promise not to set you up again for a month,” she added.

“For the semester,” you countered.

“Fine. Deal.”

“Deal.”

You shook on it.

“Excellent. I’ll tell Wanda to give him your number.” 

“Buck, you home?” Wanda called as she let herself into the apartment.

“In my room,” he shouted back.

Picking up a few stray papers, Wanda stacked them neatly on the coffee table before heading down the hall towards Bucky’s room. He was hunched over, scrawling in a notebook.

“Academic or inspired?” she mused.

“A little of both. I really liked the flash fiction prompt we got in class today.”

“What was it?”

“Everyday romance.”

“What’s your story about?”

She smiled fondly at the shy excitement blossoming on his face.

“It’s kinda weird.”

“I’m sure it’s not.”

“It’s a series of descriptions of everyday items, but the descriptions are the way it’s special. Like: coffee in a novelty mug purchased at gift shop in Hawaii. The brew was set seven minutes ago with two teaspoons of sugar. Just the way he liked it,” he read aloud.  

“That’s really sweet. You really do have a way with words.”

Bucky beamed.

“Thanks. So what brings you over?”

She perched on his desk, legs swinging back and forth.

“I have found the perfect girl for you.”

He rolled his eyes before she finished speaking.

“Wanda, I don’t need you to set me up.”

“Buck, you should be out experiencing love instead of only writing about it.”

“I’m just not looking for someone right now.”

“Then how come you went on a shitty date with Dot last weekend?”

“It wasn’t a date. We just went to dinner.”

“On a Saturday night in Little Italy.”

“She just wanted to thank me for my help with her paper.”

She leveled him with her stare.

“You don’t actually believe that do you?”

He silently met her gaze before crumpling.

“Okay, no. So it was a date, but it was enough of a failure for me to not want to do it again any time soon.”

“Or you can go out with the very sweet girl I’ve picked out for you.”

“How do you even know her?”

Wanda smirked, knowing that if he was asking he would likely agree to it.

“I don’t personally. She’s Nat’s best friend.”

Bucky’s brow disappeared into his hairline.

“Mainlines vodka and coffee and still has a 4.0 Nat?”

“Yup. That’s the one.”

“Not exactly my type.”

“Well, she’s the opposite of Nat so that works perfectly.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“Why are you forcing this, Wan?”

“Because you deserve to be happy and I can’t watch you go on another shitty date. Although that’s a lot better than pining I suppose.”

“Fine,” he conceded, not wanting to argue that particular point.

He never won that argument.

“Give me her number. I’ll set something up.”

She plucked a card from the front pocket of her purse and handed it to him.

“Here you go. But the date’s already set up. You two are going to the carnival together.”

“That’s in two days.”

“Do you need more time to fix your hair?”

“Wanda,” he growled.

“I’m teasing. Relax. We were going anyway. Look, it’s super low pressure this way. You meet her in the afternoon and if it doesn’t work out, you say goodbye when we meet up for lunch. I will give you a built in out.”

“Promise?”

She smiled warmly at his innocent pout.

“Cross my heart.”

“Alright. Fine.”

“Great. You’re gonna love her. I promise she’s exactly what you need.”

A/N: This one is gonna be fun. Hoping to finish and have it queued to post regularly soon, but wanted to get this part out there. I hope you enjoyed! 

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From the relationship asks (no pressure of course): 5, 13 and 16 for Lamia and Nat? *chin hands*

Thank you for the ask!!! These two live in my head rent free.

5. What’s their love language like? Are they compatible with one another?

I think there are canon answers for UB's love languages, but since tumblr search is the way it is:

I think for Nat would be quality time and words of affirmation. N Sewell is a romantic and has the right line always ready, but they know how to make their loved ones feel important with the most casual statements too. For quality time, I feel like someone who has eternity for every experience would appreciate if someone who doesn't have that option decides to spend their precious time precisely with them.

For Lamia, it would be quality time too but also physical touch. She likes the quiet ways of showing love, but also there's something incredibly loving for her in people she cares about fitting in every area of her life. She likes hugging Tina and knowing she can rest her cheek on her head, she likes knowing that she can make Verda feel better just squeezing his hans and she likes how natural it is for her to lean on Nat when they are on the couch.

13. What would they say each other’s best quality is?

Nat would probably say she can't pick only one, but silently, she likes how determined Lamia is, even if sometimes gets between the two of them. Lamia doesn't need her, but decides to rely on her anyway.

Lamia loves how warm and understanding Nat is. It's very surprising to her that after 300 hundred years, or precisely because of that, Nat has managed to keep that side of her.

16. What would they consider quality time?

Any time spend together outside of work. It is fun to think of themselves as coworkers too, but they enjoy their private time, that being drinking some tea at Hayley's or going on a fancy trip.

Relationship asks

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lamia and nat: 15

nora and mason: 29

ines and ava: 7

theo and nate: 6

👀👀👀👀 i am so curious about the answers since they are all my beloveds ❤️

Thank you Sade ❤️❤️❤️

15. What habits or characteristics have they picked up from each other?

Answered here!

29. Where is their relationship lacking? What could they do to improve it?

Nora and Mason can't communicate at all when something is bothering them, because they refuse to acknowledge that something IS wrong. They will talk and/or apologise eventually, but it will be a tense time until then.

7. What's their most and least favorite thing about each other?

Inés doesn't deal well with how stubborn Ava is. She isn't afraid of admitting when Ava is right, but sometimes she feels like she isn't listening. However, in stressful situations, it's that exact confidence that makes Inés feel safe and calm.

Ava admires and is exasperated by how trusting Inés is. It comes from a place of love and will to protect, but it is one of the things that could test their relationship (but it's okay because they reach a place where they can talk it out and fix any problem before it causes any harm)

6. Do they have pet names for each other? Do they like them?

Theo doesn't usually have pet names for any of his relationships, but loves that Nate has one for him!

Couples questions

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hi! 27 from the couple questions for lamia & nat? <3

Hi Alps!

27. What interests do they share? For interests they don't share, do they ever participate anyway?

They are both nerds but for very different topics and they both will be very supportive of their respective rants. Lamia will listen to whatever Nat is talking about, and will asks questions, but will probably forget the especifics in a few days. Not because of a lack of interest, of course, it just isn't her area of expertise. Nat would have more trouble keeping up with Lamia tinkering with every cool gadget she can get her hands on. She will also ask questions, but will be more directed at the practical side of things, so she will still be a bit lost afterwards. They however share an interest in literature, especially in poetry. Lamia has so many questions for Nat, who was actually there when all was happening, and Nat would find refreshing to find someone who is still learning.

Couple questions

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for the couples ask: #14 for Nora x Mason and #15 for Lamia x Nat 🤎

Thank you Rara 💜

14. What little things remind them of each other?

I don't think they realise they do think of the other with those tiny things until further down the line, but at that point their lives are so intertwined that it's most of their daily lives.

Mason about Nora: scented candles, the smell of coffee and Haley's baked goods, classical music playing softly in the next room.

Nora about Mason: seeing the sun rise in bed, summer breeze at night, the smell of the forest.

15. What habits or characteristics have they picked up from each other?

Lamia is definitely more of an early bird after some time with Nat! And she tries to remember to smile more to the people she knows vaguely around town.

Lamia insisted that Nat started a journal, more like our modern concept of it rather than long poetic paragraphs. She respected that Nat was a bit reserved about herself and her past, but she needed to get it out somehow.

Couple questions

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how about #3 a tired kiss for nat and lamia?

Sorry it took me so long! But this was so therapeutic, honestly, thank you for sending this!

3. A tired kiss, from the Sweet, affectionate moments meme

It was so late that it was almost early morning, and Nat knew that Lamia was trying to be very quiet, but she was a vampire after all and Lamia’s light steps reverberated across the whole apartment. She heard her, still with her eyes closed, come into the bedroom and put her shoes down carefully by the end of the bed. She heard her change into her pyjamas and crawl into bed with a sigh. She heard her shuffle closer but, to Nat’s surprise, she didn’t spoon her. She turned around and saw her girlfriend laying facedown, her face almost entirely buried in the pillow. Nat could see her in the dark, beautiful as ever, but her purple night shirt was unevenly unbuttoned and the pants weren’t the matching ones.

“Don’t look at me like that. I’m sleeping,” mumbled Lamia. If it weren’t for Nat’s incredible hearing, she wouldn’t have been able to make out any of the words.

“Was it a good night?” she asked.

Lamia made an affirmation noise.

“It’s never a bad one with Tina.”

“Is that why-“

But Lamia didn’t let her finish. She put a finger to her lips and barely opened an eye, looking at her from under her long lashes.

“Shush. I’m sleeping.”

She then cupped Nat’s face lightly between her hands, and brought her closer to lazily kiss her. Lamia sighed into the kiss, relaxing her body against Nat’s. It was a short, languid kiss, but Nat could still taste the sweetness of that night’s drinks on Lamia’s lips. She wrapped her arms around the other woman, so when they broke apart Lamia could hide her face on her shoulder. Lamia’s hands were still cold when she hugged Nat back under her shirt. 

“Sorry I woke you up. G’night,” whispered Lamia, already half asleep. Nat answered by kissing her forehead.

Nat wouldn’t go back to sleep. Not when Lamia’s breath was tickling her skin, and her body was so close to hers and when she felt her slowly falling asleep in her arms. Both of them were determined to avoid the topic of the future, what would happen when they can’t ignore time anymore. But right then, Nat didn’t really care about what was to come. Why would all of that matter, when they could share a bed for as long as they pleased the next morning? To waste a second of Lamia’s company thinking about the time she might not be there anymore was the biggest mistake she could ever make. Especially in moments like that, when the first rays of sunlight were caressing Lamia’s face, giving her that wonderful glow that no magic would be able to imitate. If eternity was the price to pay to kiss her once more, Nat was willing to pay.

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"candles" for the microstory prompt, with Nat and Lamia (or anyone else who sparks joy :) )

Nat and Lamia spark all the joy!!

12 . Microstories prompts: Candles

Lamia always thought that routine would make her grow used to the people present in her life. Not that she didn’t love them with all her heart, it was only a more quiet love. But, once again, Nat was an exception.

Lamia watched her girlfriend cook dinner for her and light the candles for their date late at night and she was overwhelmed by the feelings filling her heart before that scene. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, and yet, Lamia had never lived such an intense connection with anyone.

“Are you okay?” asked Nat with a concerned frown.

There weren’t words powerful enough to explain herself to her.

“Thank you,” she replied, walking quickly to her side and burying her face on the crook of her neck.

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From the dancing prompts “ dance with me. “ “ right here? “ [nods] “ but... there's no music playing. “ “ we don't need it. “ and nat 🥺

I'm so sorry it took me so long to answer this. It turns out that forcing yourself out of writer's block by writing isn't the best idea, but I finally finished it! Thank you for the prompt 💜

Dancing with your lover prompts (still accepting)

Pairing: Nat Sewell x TWC detective (Lamia Ezzatri)

Words: 595

Nat leaned against the doorframe of the detective’s office, silently watching Lamia staring at her computer with a deep frown between her eyebrows. Nat smiled before the image. The detective had her face between her hands, lips pursed in concentration and tired eyes. Nat had never met someone as stubborn as her girlfriend, in her three hundred years.

She stepped into the office and turned the small light on the desk on. It was too weak to really make any difference, but it made Lamia blink and tear her eyes away from the screen.

“Nat?” she whispered with a raspy voice; then her eyes widened and looked at her watch, “oh, shoot, I missed our date, didn’t I?”

“Not really. You are only a bit late,” chuckled Nat.

“Yeah, like an hour late.” Lamia let her head fall into the desk with a groan. “I am so sorry. I’m a mess lately.”

“I noticed,” joked Nat, which got Lamia to lift her head again to glare at her with no real anger in her eyes, “you barely leave the station.”

“I just want to close this case. Once I’m done with it, I’ll be able to rest for a few days.”

“You know you won’t give yourself a break if not forced to.” Nat walked to Lamia’s side of the desk and balanced herself against the edge. “And you know I don’t blame you for that. I’m a very patient person, I can wait until you have time for me.”

“That isn’t fair to you,” argued Lamia in a soft tone.

“I can also be a very convincing person if I want to be.”

Lamia snorted and finally got up from the chair, stretching to her full height.

“What you are is very distracting, agent Sewell,” Lamia whispered while hugging her, her body perfectly fitting in Nat’s embrace.

“It doesn’t sound too bad when you say it,” Nat answered; she kept quiet for a beat, resting her chin on Lamia’s head, enjoying the comfortable silence, before speaking again, “dance with me.”

Lamia stepped back just enough to look at Nat.

“Right here?”

Nat nodded and took her hands to drag her to the other side of the room, where there was enough space for them to move.

“But there’s no music playing,” said Lamia, letting Nat guiding her hands to the vampire’s shoulders. A shiver went through her spine when she felt Nat’s hands on her hips.

“We don’t need it,” Nat murmured close to her neck; Lamia felt a rush of heat coming up to her face, “And you owe me a date, ḥayati.”

Lamia softly chuckled and rested her cheek against Nat’s shoulder, giving up any argument she might have. They were barely moving to Nat’s soft humming. She was the only person Lamia knew that could make the bad lighting in her stark office play in her favor. She didn’t only look as beautiful as she always was, but she made the atmosphere of the station late at night the ideal one for a date.

“I can’t argue with that,” she sighed.

Lamia closed her eyes. She didn’t know what kind of magic Nat possesed to make her forget her cramped, dated office. Maybe it was the deep sound of her voice, her light touch through her clothes or the way she looked at her with nothing but adoration in her eyes. It made her feel like the most precious being on Earth and she could only hope that Nat could see the same expression of unconditional love on her own face.

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22. Falling asleep on the other's shoulder.

Pairing: Nat Sewell x TWC detective (Lamia Ezzatri)

Words: 667

Nat couldn’t think of a more perfect evening. The soft noise of the rain against the windows was the only sound in the quiet, barely lit apartment while Nat enjoyed one of Lamia’s books. She picked it up out of curiosity and she hadn’t put it down yet. It was the sound of familiar steps and the rattling of keys what finally pulled her back to reality. She had been waiting for that moment the whole day.

Lamia yawned as she opened the door. She took off her shoes and her coat with her eyes almost closed before dragging herself to the couch where Nat was curled up with her book. Lamia softly kissed her forehead cupping Nat’s face with her hands.

“Hi,” she whispered, her voice even deeper due to the exhaustion, “I missed you.”

“We work together, ḥayati,” laughed Nat.

Lamia took a moment to appreciate Nat’s appearance in the soft light. The moment she stepped into Lamia’s apartment, she had opened her shirt to reveal a thin white t-shirt underneath and her hair was ruffled by the times she had run her hands through it. And she was looking at her like there wasn’t anything else in the world. The thought made Lamia’s heart skip a beat.

“It isn’t quite the same,” Lamia sighed as she sat down next to her girlfriend, “even if you are always lovely, you look extremely beautiful when I find you at home.”

Nat chuckled. She could try and compliment her back, but the words died on her lips. They couldn’t make her justice as she lit the candle and the dancing flame threw its warm light over her amber skin. Her dark brown eyes shined with a myriad of colors. She continued observing her while she put the candle down on the coffee table and stretched her sore muscles. Nat couldn’t tear her eyes apart from her elegant movements. It happened every time and it didn’t seem like it would stop happening any time soon. Nat sure wouldn’t even think of trying.

Lamia sighed again as the room filled with the scent of jasmine and cedarwood and leaned back to rest against Nat’s side, head on her shoulder. She linked their arms together and slowly caressed the soft skin of Nat’s wrist with her long fingers.

“You should change into something comfortable and go to bed. I’ll be there in a minute,” Nat said with a smile.

“No, thank you,” answered Lamia into her clothes.

“Should I carry you to bed?”

“Hm, now that’s a thought, but maybe for another day.”

“You are exhausted…”

“I like to be with you when you read,” Lamia confessed, her words slightly slurred when she nuzzled against her neck.

“You know how to get to a woman’s heart, don’t you?”

“You tell me,” Lamia smiled, caressing Nat's palm and interlacing their fingers, “Would you read for me?”

Nat doubted she could deny her anything she asked. She continued her reading from where she left it, trying to keep her voice as low as possible. Lamia didn’t talk. She brushed her fingers up Nat’s arm while the other woman read, slower and slower as minutes passed, until her hand rested softly on Nat’s forearm.

Nat set the book aside, but she didn’t have the heart to move Lamia just yet. She had been busy at the station lately and waking her up seemed like a crime. She could let her enjoy a few more minutes of sleep before daring to pick her up. Nat didn’t need to go anywhere. She could sit still for a while, happy to admire the shadows of Lamia’s long eyelashes on her high cheekbones and do nothing else. They weren’t allowed to have many moments like that, of quiet and peace, moments just for them. She knew Lamia would complain about her not being completely present, but Nat didn’t ask for anything else than to have Lamia’s hand in hers and feeling her deep breathing on her neck.

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Sexiled (Part 21/23) ~ Steve Rogers x Reader ~ College!AU

A/N: Hi my lovelies! Happy Friday!  

Summary: Finals hell is upon them. Nothing ever goes to plan. 

Characters/Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader; others mentioned 

Rating: T

Warnings: Language probably, nothing really though. smidges of frustration. mostly FLUFF 

Word Count: 1375

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You really did wish that you could have stayed in that moment with Steve forever. Especially when you were catapulted right back into the final push for the semester as soon as you got back on campus.

On the plus side, Steve had toured Professor Erskine’s lab and fallen in love. He’d asked to start volunteering before they finished the visit and Erskine was thrilled to have him. Steve didn’t stop beaming for days. Although he wouldn’t officially start until next semester, he went in twice a week until classes ended for some trainings, which further limited your time together.

You were both so burnt out after classes ended, that the first day of the study period you binge watched the entirety of the Witcher without moving, only taking bathroom breaks.

On the second day of the study period, hour thirteen of studying you got asked a question that stopped you in your tracks.

“Will you go on a date with me?”

You looked up from your biology textbook in open confusion. “I’m sorry. What?”

“Will you go on a date with me?” the blonde asked with a grin.

You rolled your eyes and went back to your notes. “I think you’ve been studying too long.”

“Come on,” he pouted. “I’m serious.”

You put your highlighter down and stared at him.

“Steve. We’ve been dating for like two months.”

“I know.” He grinned. “But in all that time, I haven’t taken you on a proper date.”

“Huh,” you hummed as you thought about it. “I guess you’re right.”

“It’s a travesty really. So what do you say? Can I take you on a proper date?”

You cocked your head as you considered it.

“Hmm. I don’t know.”

“Please, sweetness.”

“I’d love to,” you finally agreed.

“Yes!”

You held up a finger to halt his celebrations.

“But not until after finals.”

His smile didn’t dim in the least.

“Deal.”

Over the course of the week, Steve would mention the upcoming date whenever he needed a study break, but refused to give any details.

“So what should I wear for our first date? Since you won’t tell me where we’re going,” you pouted at him two days before it would take place.

“Something nice.”

“Nice like I wore to the ballet or nice like I wore to meet your mom?”

“Hmm. Like what you wore to the ballet.”

“Ooh, so you are taking me someplace fancy.”

“Maybe. Or maybe I just like seeing you all dolled up.”

“If you take me to the dining hall while I’m in my favorite dress, I am going to be so mad at you.”

He laughed long and loud, but shook his head.

“I promise it’s not the dining hall.”

“No other hint though? Please?” You batted your eyelashes at him, but to no avail.

“Not even a little one.”

“Fine,” you huffed, leaning back in your seat.

“I promise it will be worth your while.”

“Spending time with you always is.”

After turning in your final writing portfolio, you were finally able to focus all of your attention on the Chemistry final. A group of eight of you met up in the library the day before the exam to review. As the day turned to night they packed it in one by one, until it was just you and Steve. It was well after three when the two of you finally called it quits.

“That is all of the information my brain can take in,” you groaned as you shut your binder.

“Same here,” Steve yawned, rubbing at his eyes. “We should try and get some sleep.”

“Probably a good idea.” You agreed nodding off in between words.

“Uh uh. Not here, sweetness,” he nudged you to your feet. “Come on. Pack up your stuff let’s get back to the dorm.”

Forgoing your usual organization, you shoved all of your study materials haphazardly into your backpack and slung it over your shoulder, blinking rapidly as you stood.

You were glad for the cold when you stepped outside of the library. It woke you up enough that you weren’t stumbling over your feet. Nevertheless, Steve took your hand, making sure to keep you on the inside of the sidewalk as you made the fifteen minute walk back to your dorm.

Unsurprisingly, there were a lot of people still awake as you made your way to the elevators. Some were cramming for exams while others were celebrating being done. You rolled your eyes at a group of particularly rambunctious fraternity pledges.

“So your room then?” he chuckled when you automatically pressed the button for your floor.

“Oh sorry. Did you want to go to yours?” you mumbled.

“No, it’s fine.”

“I just know Nat’s done with finals so she won’t be studying. She has an early-ish flight so she should be sleeping. But even if she’s still packing I’m tired enough to pass out with a strobe light,” you rambled.

Steve simply nodded.  

You had just reached your door and were about to slot your key in when you heard a low grunt followed by a moan.

“Damn it,” you groaned.

“My room it is then.”

“Let’s go.”

You shuffled past the crowded common room back towards the stairs.

“Please tell I’m seeing things,” you almost cried.

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” he growled when he sported the sock on the door.

“Our friends suck.”

“Alright, come on. Let’s go to our spot at least then we’ll be close to the exam room.”

“Fine. Stupid horny roommates,” you grumbled under your breath.

You were relieved to find your usual study spot empty. Quickly shedding your hat, gloves, and parka, you flopped onto the sofa and pulled out your phone to set approximately thirty alarms for a mere three hours later.

Steve followed suit, settling for three alarms before slinging his arm around your shoulder and pulling his coat over the both of you.

“Good night, sweetness.”

You were already asleep.

“Come on, sweetness. Time to get up. The exam starts in an hour,” Steve murmured shaking you shoulder gently.

“Go away,” you groaned.  

“No can do. But I have coffee to make you feel better.”

The smell of coffee started to penetrate your brain.

“Gimme,” you mumbled blindly reaching for the cup.

When you didn’t feel it in your hand and heard a low chuckle, you opened your eyes to glare at him.

“Gotta sit up for me.”

“You know you were a lot less annoying the last time I was sexiled.”

“And you were a lot nicer then. You called me cute. Maybe you were right about un-caffeinated y/n.”

You pulled yourself up into a sitting position as requested and Steve handed you the coffee. After two long pulls, you started to rejoin the land of the living.

“Thank you, handsome.”

“So I’ve been upgraded from cute to handsome. I’ll take it.”

You swatted at him weakly. “Can we take a nap after all this?”

“Absolutely.”

A few more sips and you were mostly awake, and you finally noticed the logo on the coffee cup. “Did you walk all the way back to the tower for this?”

“Nah, I guilted Bucky into bringing it since he sexiled us.”

“Ooh good call,” you commended.

“He apologizes by the way. Since we said we were going to sleep early, he assumed we were in your room.”

You hummed your acknowledgment, too tired to really care.  

The two of you enjoyed a few quiet moments as you drank your coffee and the floors below started to fill up.

“We have less than three hours until we finish our first semester of college,” you remarked.

“That’s crazy. It’s been a hell of a semester.“

You patted Steve’s thigh absently.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Steve asked as he covered your hand with his.

“I’m just so glad Nat sexiled me that night.”

Steve’s smile was soft, almost lazy as he responded. “I am too.”

“I’m less glad she sexiled me last night. This couch killed my back.”

Steve chuckled low in your ear.

“I’ll fix it for you later.”

“My hero.”

You planted a quick peck on his lips before pushing yourself to your feet.

“Come on. I want to get my spot.”

“Yes ma’am.”

A/N: Thank you so much for reading. I hope you enjoyed! Two more parts to go. lots of fluff and fun. 

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Sexiled (Part 16/23) ~ Steve Rogers x Reader ~ College!AU

A/N: Hello my lovelies! Happy Monday. I hope everyone is doing alright and staying safe and sane. 

So I am excited (but also sad) to say that Sexiled is almost complete. I have the next few parts basically ready for posting. And I should have the story completely written and edited in the next few days. Once I have everything done, I’ll schedule the remainder of the story and I will update the masterlist with the scheduled post dates so you can keep an eye out in case tumblr is eating my notifs. So for now onto the story. 

Summary: Girls night and subsequent studying with Steve. Are your friends ever going to figure it out? 

Characters/Pairings: Steve x Reader, Natasha, Wanda, Skye

Rating: T

Warnings: Language. Feels? Fluff. 

Word Count: 1487

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After an exam, turning in your final writing assignment, and completing your last two labs of the semester you were practically skipping back to your room. Most of the doors on the floor were open as people packed to go home for Thanksgiving. You could hear the laughter coming from your room from the elevator.

“I can’t believe you started the party without me,” you announced before you walked in.

“We didn’t start anything,” Skye called back.

Wanda and Skye were on your bed, and Nat was standing on hers trying to string up the last of what looked like eight strings of fairy lights.

Wanda started to get up, but you waved her off, stowing your bag under your desk.

“Nat, what are you doing?”

“The lighting in this room sucks. And you said you liked the little strand that I had on my wall. So when I found these for cheap I figured why not.”  

“And eight strings doesn’t seem like overkill?” you teased.

“Oh be quiet. Hurry up and change. Sweatpants are mandatory.”

“Okay, okay.”

You quickly went to the bathroom to change into your favorite sweatpants and Steve’s hoodie. When you came back Natasha had gotten the last strand up and the room was illuminated only by fairy lights. It was very calming, almost magical.  

“Whoa.”

“You like?” Nat asked with a hopeful grin.

“I love.”

“Good,” Nat smiled as she sat on her desk. “Because I wasn’t taking them down. This took five hours.”

“Oh my god, Nat.”

You giggled and rolled your eyes as you crawled onto her bed.

“Worth it.”

“It’s perfect,” you agreed.

 A few hours later there were half eaten pizza boxes piled on your desk and you were laying with your head hanging off the edge of Nat’s bed with your legs against the wall.  

“What do you think the guys are doing right now?” Skye asked the room.

“Drinking whatever beer Tony smuggled in and playing video games,” Nat snorted.

“Somebody pass the Oreos,” Wanda called from her spot on the floor.

“Here you go,” Skye dangled the pack in front of her face. “Who’s got the Twizzlers?”

“Catch.”

Nat tossed the pack across the room and Skye caught it easily.

“Thank you.”

“So, how’s it going with Barnes?”

Skye’s smile turned soft as she dragged her knees up to her chest.

“It’s good. He’s such a good guy. It’s a nice change of pace from my ex,” Skye’s tone dropped and you stifled a growl.

She had told you all about Ward and all you could say was that he was lucky he didn’t live in the state because you would have gone and kicked his ass.  

“You guys are really cute together,” Wanda cooed. “He never smiled this much when he was with Dot.”

Skye blushed slightly, clearly pleased.  

“That’s because Dot was sucking his soul out of him,” Natasha grumbled.  

“He makes me really happy. And he’s easy on the eyes.”

“Can’t argue with that.”

“Are you guys going to make it official soon?” Wanda asked softly.

“I think so. I mean, it’s still early, but it looks like it’s going that way.”

“See, y/n, that’s how it works. You like someone. You go out on dates and then start a relationship.”

You rolled your eyes nudging her shoulder with your knee.

“Oh really? I had no idea. Thanks for clearing that up,” you sassed, earning you a flick on the ear.

“Ow.”  

“Come on,” she practically whined. “You and Steve have been basically dating for months. You spend literally all of your time together. You’re even going home with him for Thanksgiving. When are you going to tell him how you feel?”

“Who says that I haven’t?” you asked coyly.

“Have you?” Wanda asked with knowing eyes. You had to wonder if she somehow knew. She was talented like that.

You considered fessing up.

“There’s no way,” Nat interjected before you could speak. “If she’d told Steve, they’d be together and insufferable.”

You shrugged. Skye was doing an admirable job of suppressing a laugh.

“I’m happy with where Steve and I stand. Isn’t that enough?”

Sweetheart that she is, Wanda smiled and nodded.

“As long as you’re happy. We just don’t want you to miss out on a good thing.”

“I appreciate that, Wanda.”

“But speaking of meeting parents,” Skye started, saving you. “Wanda. I heard a rumor that you’re meeting Sam’s parents this weekend.”

Wanda’s cheeks turned as red as her signature leather jacket. She and Sam had gone public a couple of days after his birthday and you’d been relieved you didn’t have to keep that secret for long.

“Yes. They’re coming up on Wednesday. They’ve invited me and Pietro to join them for dinner.”

“That’s going to be really nice.”

“I’m really nervous.”

“Don’t be,” you soothed. “They’re really nice. And they’re going to love you.”

“I hope so,” she sighed.  

The four of you stayed up talking until nearly five in the morning, so you didn’t wake up to meet Steve until after noontime. You watched him from the doorway to the study lounge, admiring his focus. When he noticed your presence, he lit up with a wide smile.

“Hey, sweetness.”

“Hey. Sorry I’m late.” You pushed off the wall and took his outstretched hand as he pulled you between his legs. “How was guy’s night?”

“It was fun. We played Call of Duty, and Tony managed to sneak in a couple six packs.”

You chuckled at Nat’s accurate prediction.

“What?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“Nothing.”

“I missed sleeping next to you last night,” Steve admitted as you carded your fingers through his hair.

“I did too.”

“Did you have fun with the girls though?”

You nodded happily.

“It was a lot of fun. It was nice to have all of us together for once and just be able to talk. And being done with all the assignments was nice too.”

“Mmm. What did you all talk about?”

You smirked and shook your head. “That is privileged information. Girl’s night code.”

“Oh. Right. Very official.”

“It’s a binding contract. I’m sure you guys have the same.”

“Oh yeah. Of course. I can tell you that the guys did are really rooting for me to ask you out. For the most part.”

“For the most part?”

“Mhmm. Tony thinks you can do better.”

You chuckled, “I mean…”

Steve narrowed his eyes.

“I’m kidding.” You leaned down to kiss him tenderly. “You are everything I have ever dreamed of.”

He pulled you into his lap, touching your foreheads together.

“You are better than anything I could have dreamed of.”

“Did you tell them?” you asked after a quiet tender moment.

“I thought about it. I probably would have if they’d let me get a word in edgewise,” he rolled his eyes. “At this point I think they just like to hear themselves talk.”

“Wanda actually asked outright if I’d told you how I felt,” you admitted.

“Did you tell her the truth?”

“Didn’t get the chance. Nat said there was no chance. She’d think we’d be insufferable if we were together.”

“Is that right?”

“Mhmm.”

“They’re going to be so pissed when they find out,” he chuckled.  

“I’m looking forward to it,” you grinned kissing him once before extracting yourself and unpacking your books.

 You were taking a break between your Chem and Bio lab reports when Steve spoke up.

“Oh, I didn’t get to tell you. Erskine does remember me.”

“Really? How do you know?”

“I went to his office hours yesterday to ask about the atomic orbital stuff, and I was the only one there. So after he helped me, I decided to thank him whether he remembered me or not. He did.”

You smiled smugly.

“Told ya.”

“Yeah. Yeah. You were right. Anyways, he said he recognized me right away and he was glad to see me doing so well. He also invited me to see his lab after we get back from break.”

“That’s so cool. I’m so excited for you.”

“Thanks, sweetness.”

“Do you feel better knowing he remembers you?”

He hummed, shaking his head slightly.

“You know me well. Yeah. I do. He had such a big impact on my life. It’s nice to know that he cares as much about his patients as I hope to someday.”

You rested your chin on your hand listening intently as he launched into a rant about the need for compassion in medicine. After about ten minutes he seemed to realize he’d been ranting.

“Sorry, I.”

“You’re going to be such a good doctor.” You surged forward, cutting off his apology with a kiss. “Do not apologize. You are so hot when you talk about the things you’re passionate about.”

“Oh yeah?” he asked with a smirk, waggling his eyebrows. “You must love when I talk about you.”

“You certainly won’t catch me complaining,” you agreed.  

~~~~~~~~~ 

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Sexiled (Part 22/23) ~ Steve Rogers x Reader ~ College!AU

A/N: Hello my lovelies! Happy Monday! This is the second to last part of this story. Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoy! 

Summary: You’re done with finals. That means one thing. It’s time for a nap and a lot of junk food.

Characters/Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Natasha Romanoff 

Rating: T 

Warnings: Some language, not much else 

Word Count: 1217

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You were exhausted after you finished the grueling chem final. Steve tried to drag you to the dining hall for food, but you refused. So you compromised by buying a bunch of junk food on your way back so he could eat while you napped.

Natasha was sitting cross-legged on her bed, suitcase and coat ready to go as she scrolled through her phone when you trudged into the room.

“You’re back. Thank goodness. I thought I was going to miss you. You both look like crap.”

“Well the couch in the science building isn’t the most comfortable,” Steve grumbled.

“Why did you sleep in the science building? You promised you wouldn’t over study and you would sleep in a real bed before your exam.”  

“Well we tried but other people were intent on sexiling us,” you huffed, annoyed by her censuring tone.  

Natasha’s eyes went wide. “What time did you come back from studying?”

“A little after three.”

“Oh my god, y/n. I’m so sorry. I assumed if you were coming back here to sleep you’d be back by two. I figured you’d just gone to Steve’s. Clint didn’t come over until three.”  

“Bucky thought the same thing,” Steve admitted around a mouthful of chips.

You felt your annoyance fade away. You had spent a week saying you were determined to get a full night’s sleep, so you could understand why they’d assume you and Steve would already have hunkered down.

“I’m so sorry. I hope I didn’t screw you up.”  

“It all worked out,” you assured her. “And it’s done.”  

“Still. I promise next semester I’m going to make sure that you are in a bed before I have Clint over the night before an exam.”

“Fair deal,” you laughed.

“Although to be fair you should really thank me because the first time I sexiled you. I also got you Steve.”

You both glanced at Steve who was currently plowing through a pack of E.L. Fudge.

“You say that like it’s a good thing,” you stage whispered, making you and Natasha giggle.

“I heard that.”

“You were supposed to,” you told him with a wink.

Natahsa’s phone vibrated in her hand and she was quick to silence the alarm.

“I’ve got to go or I’ll miss my plane.”

“I’ll walk down with you.” you told her and she nodded.

“Well, Rogers.”

Steve was already on his feet and hugging Natasha.

“Have a great break, Romanoff.”

“You too.” Natasha whispered something else that made Steve chuckle fondly and he ruffled her hair.

“I know.”

“Do not eat all of my cookies,” you warned him as Natasha slipped on her coat and you took her carryon for her.

“No promises.”

“I’m really glad that we got roomed together,” Natasha told you as you got to the lobby.

“I am too. I was really scared about having a roommate.”

“Same,” she admitted, blushing lightly. “But, I’m really looking forward to next semester.”

“Yes, and we are definitely going to do more girls nights.”

“Absolutely.”

“I just have to say one more thing. I know that we’ve all kind of gotten on you and Steve’s cases about dating. But you really are so good together and everyone can see how much you love each other. We really are all rooting for you guys. What you have is special and we don’t want you to miss it.”

“Thank you, Natasha. I –“

You were about to tell her when her phone started ringing.

“Hello? Yes, I’ll be right out.”

She shoved her phone in her pocket and pulled you in for a tight hug.

“I’ll see you in a month.”

“Have a great break!”

You trudge up to your room, surprised when you opened the door and realized Steve had not only cooked you bagel bites hut he’d arranged them on a plate in a smiley face and had changed your sheets.

“You are the best,” you cooed as you kissed him.

“I know.”

You swatted at him as he nudged you towards your desk.

“Just eat. I know you must be starving.”

You hadn’t been before you got back, but now that you had enough of a second wind you could eat everything in sight.

After you were full, you both showered and changed into your pajamas and crawled into bed. At 11:30 AM.

When you woke several hours later you felt human again for the first time in weeks, but you had no idea what time it was. The sun was low in the sky but that didn’t mean much in New England in December. A peek at your clock revealed it was just after three. Steve was warm and solid beside you and you curled closer, grateful for the peaceful moment.

“Hi, gorgeous,” he rumbled.

“Hey, yourself.”

Yawning, he looked around. “What time is it?”

“A little after three.”

He smiled and tugged you closer, nuzzling into your neck. Your fingers found their way into Steve’s hair.

“Perfect, plenty of time for cuddles before our date.”

You hummed, preoccupied, thinking about Nat’s parting words.

“I can hear you thinking,” he mumbled against your collarbone. “What’s on your mind, sweetness?”

He pulled back, leaning on his elbow so he could look at you.

“Just thinking about something Natasha said. What did she whisper to you?”

“That we both deserved to be happy, so I should get off my butt and ask you out. Why? What did she say to you?”

“That what we have is special. And she didn’t want me to miss out on it.”

“They really do care,” Steve observed quietly.

“Yes, and I know that we’ve been together and we aren’t missing out on anything. But I also know that you are the best thing in my life and I want to share that with everyone. Are you okay with the telling everyone?”

“Absolutely. Watching our friends get more and more annoyed was funny… for a while. But I’d rather get to share the reality of our relationship with the world. Because you mean everything to me.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” He scooched forward to kiss you, short and sweet. “So, how do you want to tell them? Group text?”

You hummed as you thought about it.

“I still want it to be special. Because you’re special to me. Also because they were still a bit annoying the last two months.”

Steve’s laugh was a low rumble.

“Maybe an Instagram post then?” he suggested.

“Mmm, that could work. But which pictures to post.”

You rolled over onto your stomach grabbed your phone to start looking for the best pictures of you and Steve. You had a whole cache of super couple-y photos that you’d never posted. Steve decided to busy himself by tracing patterns across your back.

“You know it’s very hard to focus when you do that.”

“Is it?” he asked with a cheeky smile. “I can stop.”

His flattened his palm on your lower back.

“You don’t have to. I’m just saying.”

“Well maybe this will help.”

He pressed a barely there kiss to your shoulder before inching his way up to your neck, nipping gently at your pulse point.

“This is supposed to help me focus?” you giggled breathlessly, eyeing him over your shoulder.

“Yeah,” he grinned, “On me.”

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The Games We Play ~ Steve Rogers x Reader

A/N: Hi my lovelies! Happy Saturday! This has been sitting in my drafts for a  while and I thought I’d share. Hope you enjoy. 

Summary: At one of Tony’s parties the team hopes some truth or dare will get you and Steve to admit your feelings. But will it work? 

Characters/Pairings: Wanda, Nat, Steve, Bucky, Sam, Thor (others mentioned) 

Rating: T 

Warnings: Language, Jealous!Steve, hints of Possessive!Steve

Word Count: 1085

“I can’t believe that you’re making me do this,” you huffed. “It’s like we’re not even friends.”

“You are so dramatic,” Wanda teased from inside your closet.

“You’d think we were sending you out to fight HYDRA alone, not bringing you to a party.”

“I’d rather fight HYDRA alone,” you grumbled as you crossed your arms over your chest and pouted somewhat petulantly.

“Well, you can do that some other night. Tonight you’re going to put on a pretty dress, come downstairs, have a few drinks, and maybe get a certain super soldier to pay attention to you in the process.” Nat laid it out for you and you knew it wasn’t worth arguing. “Well more attention that is.”

“I don’t know who you’re talking about.”

“Oh you don’t?” she asked innocently. “You mean you don’t remember the guy you make heart eyes at during every briefing?”

“And make coffee for in the morning, even though you hate being up before nine,” Wanda added on.

“And who you make sure never does reports alone. Even when you didn’t have a mission.”

“He’s tall. Gorgeous blue eyes.”

“Waist to shoulder ratio of a Dorito,” Nat muttered.

“Okay, okay. Maybe I know who you’re talking about, but nothing is going to happen. He doesn’t like me that way.”

“That’s not what Bucky and Sam say.”

“Or Tony and Thor.”

“Have you told the whole team about my stupid little crush?” you huffed.

“Actually we didn’t even bring it up. They started complaining about how Steve never shuts up about you.”    

Your eyes widened in surprise.

“He’s probably annoyed with me. That’s why.”

“Doubtful. Come on, put this on.”

Wanda held up a simple black skater dress that landed just above your knee and had a vertical slit ending at your solar plexus.  

“That was not in my closet an hour ago.”

“Consider it an early birthday present.”

They were up to something you could feel it. But the dress was your style and it was your first night off in months so you took it with a muttered thanks.

Wanda styled your hair up and wouldn’t let you wear a necklace. You found it odd, but didn’t question it. Natasha did your make up choosing to go for a natural look. You had to admit that you looked hot.

“There’s that smile. Alright let’s go,” Natasha grinned.

You slid on the bright blue strappy heels that matched your lingerie (no one else needed to know that) and stood up.

“Let’s get this over with,” you huffed, although there were trills of excitement shooting through you.

“That’s the spirit.”

 You first shot of tequila did a good job of loosening you up. At least until Steve walked in with Sam and Bucky.

“Does he have to be so hot all the time? Like tell me it gets better. I’ve only been here for three years, tell me at some point he looks less than perfect.”

“Okay, maybe we’re only giving you one drink tonight.”

You rolled your eyes at Nat, before sneaking another peek at Steve. The boys had stopped to chat with Thor and Brunhilde.

When Bucky caught your eye and smirked at you, you wanted to crawl into a hole. You knew he was about to point you out to Steve so you turned back to the bar and ordered another shot of tequila.

“They’re coming this way.”

“I think I’m going to go say hi to Tony.”

“Don’t you dare,” Nat warned, and Wanda fisted the back of your dress. You repressed the urge to glare at them.

“Good evening, ladies,” Sam grinned as the five of them approached. “Looking good.”

“Not too bad yourself.”

Steve couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.

“That’s a hell of a dress, doll,” Bucky smirked as he looked you up and down.

“Thanks, Buck. It was a present from Wanda.”

“I thought it was particularly flattering. Don’t you agree, Steve?” Wanda smiled up at him innocently as she gestured for you to spin.

You rolled your eyes but you obliged when Thor took your hand and led you around in a small circle.

“Yeah, it’s really something else.”

You missed the glare Steve sent Wanda’s way. You looked tempting in all the right ways and he knew that wasn’t by chance.

 “Steve, truth or dare?” Sam asked after signaling Thor to add more mead to Steve’s drink.

“Truth.”

“Shocker,” Bucky muttered, earning him an elbow in the ribs.

“What turns you on the most?”

“Oh I know this. There’s a little switch at the back of his neck,” Tony quipped.

“Pretty sure that’s you, shell head,” You sniped back and Steve shot you a grateful smile.

“Fess up, Steve. You’re still in the hot seat,” Sam reminded him. “What turns you on the most? And it has to be a physical thing. Not some cop out bullshit like her brain.”

“Hickeys. Really obvious hickeys,” Steve finally admitted, eyes sliding to you unbidden, drinking in the sight of your exposed neck.

You shivered when you felt his gaze. Your hairstyle suddenly made a bit more sense. You thought your accusation loudly in Wanda’s direction and she simply winked at you.

“Territorial much, punk?”

“You’re one to talk, jerk.”

Bucky glared and Steve turned smug. You filed that away for a good follow up question if you got the opportunity.  

 After that, the guys got into a dare war so you stopped paying attention. They always got dumber and more dangerous as the night went on.

You only tuned back in when Natasha was up. Hers were always amusing.

“I dare you to kiss the person in this room you’re the most curious about.”

“Curious about…”

“Sex, their stamp collection, whatever. No better way to get to know somebody than by kissing them, right?”

“Right you are.”

Before you knew it the blonde was on his feet and striding over to you and you were staring at him incredulously.

“Me?”

“You,” he grinned as he leaned in, but he hesitated just as your lips were about to meet. “Is this alright?”

You nodded and with that he kissed you. The kiss was short and sweet and really just curious. And when Thor pulled back you were surprised you didn’t follow after him. You couldn’t help yourself as your eyes darted to Steve, whose normally sky blue eyes were dark with annoyance, and maybe something else. They seemed to flash before he was on his feet making an excuse about paperwork.

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Perfect Fit ~ Bucky x Reader Oneshot

A/N; Hey lovelies! So ya’ll can thank @supermusicallee for this fluff, because her tags on a post literally got stuck in my head and I had to fic it. So here we are. Thanks, doll! (Also I did it with Bucky instead of Seb. Hope that’s alright!) 

Inspiration tags at the end of the fic. 

Summary: You and your best friend Bucky get stuck at a wedding dress store waiting for Nat. When you can’t keep your eyes off a dress, Bucky suggests you try it on. 

Characters/Pairings: Bucky x Reader 

Warnings: Language, tooth rotting fluff

Summary: 918

“What are we doing here again?” Bucky whined as he slumped further down on the couch.

“We are being supportive friends,” you reminded him as you inspected the wall of dresses.  

“But I thought Nat’s whole thing was that she wanted to go to that place in New York and be on TV.”

“It is. She has an appointment next month.”

“So, what is the point of today?”

“Because Nat does not want to be and I quote, ‘that annoying bitch who has no idea what she wants’.”

Bucky snorted as he rolled his eyes.

“So the point is to not find the dress, but to find all the wrong dresses?”

“The point is to get an idea of shape and style and color.”

“Color?” he gaped.

“Yeah. What?”

“Isn’t it going to be white?”

“Most likely,” you giggled. “But it could be blush or nude. And even if it is white, you have to decide whether you want a brighter white or a warmer white.”

“I need a drink.”

“Oh don’t be dramatic,” you reprimanded. “We’re here for Nat so behave.”

“I will. Where is she anyways?”

“Running late. She had to finish up some paper work. She’ll be here soon.”

“And what are we supposed to do in the mean time?”

“Well, I’m going to take advantage of this time and pick out a few options. You can help or you can sulk,” you challenged.

“Fine,” he huffed, pushing himself to his feet. “Where do we start?”

“Since it’s Nat I’m going with the more form fitting dresses.”

“Lead the way.”

You spent the next thirty minutes picking out a variety of style dresses for Nat to try on. Most were her typical elegant but sexy style, but you wanted to throw in a few surprises to help her narrow it down.

That was how you found yourself in the ball gown section, transfixed by one particular dress.

“Y/n, doll? Where’d you go?” Bucky called from the next row.

“Over here, Buck,” you called back, still distracted.

“That one’s pretty. But I don’t think Nat would ever try it on.”

You hadn’t been considering it for Nat.

“Oh, I know. I just…” you trailed off, pulling your gaze away.

“Why don’t you try it on, doll?” Bucky suggested quietly.

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Hello, my name is Carol. Can I help you, my dears?”

You both looked over at the older saleswoman who was smiling.

“Yes, she would like to try this one on,” Bucky lied before you could speak.

“Oh wonderful. Let’s get you set up in a dressing room. You can go wait on the couch, young man.”

Bucky nodded and headed back towards the main floor, while she ushered you into the back. You tried to protest but it was no use. Before you knew it, you were clipped into the dress.

“You look beautiful.”

You were speechless as you stared at your reflection.

“It’s… perfect.”

Suddenly you wished that all this was real.

“Do you want to show your young man out there? Or are you saving it until the day of?”

“Oh, he can see it,” you shrugged.

“Then let’s go,” she beamed, helping you lift the front of the skirt, while she gathered the back.

 Bucky was playing with his phone when you stepped onto the pedestal. You only spent a few moments looking at your reflection before turning for his opinion.

His jaw was slack as he stared at you.

You worried your bottom lip as you waited for any sort of comment, but all that escaped was an awed “wow”.

“Is silence a good sign with him?” Carol asked.

“I don’t know. He’s never been silent before,” you giggled. “Earth to Bucky. James,” you called when all else failed.

That seemed to catch his attention and he snapped his jaw shut.

“Sorry, doll. You’re just… breathtaking. You’ve never looked more beautiful.”

You blushed at the compliment, unable to meet his intense gaze.

“What are you thinking, y/n? Is it a contender?”

You scrambled to come up with a believable flaw in the dress since you were too embarrassed to admit that you were single.

“Well, I’m just worried about dancing,” You lied. “It’s kinda big.”

“It does take a bit of practice. Why don’t you take it for a spin?” She gestured to the open swath of floor to your right.

“Oh, that’s…”

“A wonderful idea. Thank you, Carol.” Bucky practically leapt to his feet, shrugging out of his leather jacket leaving him in just his black button down.

He extended his hand to you and without thinking, you placed your hand in his. He led you away from the mirrors into the small boutique Carol had pointed out and pulled you into his arms, pressing you firmly to his chest.

Bucky led you in a decent facsimile of a waltz, maintaining his piercing gaze; his blue eyes seemed to sparkle as you spun. Talk about breathtaking.  

When your steps slowed and fell into a comfortable swaying motion, Bucky finally spoke.

“You are perfect, doll.”

You wanted to scoff, but sincerity coated every word.

“You would know. Your picture is next to the word in the dictionary.”

He chuckled and leaned his forehead against yours and without thinking you leaned in and pressed your lips to his. He didn’t moved to deepen it, but when you pulled away he followed with a kiss of his own.

“Can I take you on a date tonight, doll?” he asked, grinning.

“Absolutely.”

A/n: So yeah, I hope you enjoyed. This is just an excuse to write fluff. And I could see it so clearly. Thanks again @supermusicallee I hope this did your daydream justice. 

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#dfghthat's true tho#today i watched it and spent an hour thinking about sebastiandfsgd#seb and you are best friends#one day another friend of yours leaves you two alone in the store#that she was going to choose her wedding dress but she couldn't make it blabla#so you and seb are waiting for her to arrive#you get bored#and you both decide to ry something#the moment he sees you in a gown is magical#and you are also speechled because how on earth can a man be this perfect?#then a lady comes -ofc- and thinks you are a couple and tells you to try dancing with the dress#so that that won't be a problem in the wedding#you interrupt her to say that you are not actually a couple but guess wHAT?#yeah you guessed it#seb thanks her and says that it's a great idea#and then you start dancing and he holds you tight#you gasp for breath he looks so deep in your eyes#he says that you are perfect#and you tell that it's funny coming from him because _he_ is the definition of perfection#and-------#yeah#i've thought about it a lot -_-

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Comfort (What you do for him) ~ Bucky x Reader [repost]

A/N: Hi my lovelies! So I already posted the first part of this a while ago And I changed how I want to do this miniseries so I wanted to complete this story instead of the cliffhanger. I may do the miniseries thing I thought about. Or I might post the oneshots separately. 

Summary: Bucky returns from a mission and you take care of him.

Characters/Pairings: Bucky x reader

Rating: T

Warnings: Language? mentions of terrorists but like mostly fluff

Word Count: 1243

You gasped when you got out of the shower and found Bucky sitting on your bed. But your initial shock quickly gave way to excitement as you tackled him.

“I can’t believe you’re finally home. You’ve been gone forever.”

“It’s only been three weeks, doll.”

“It felt like forever,” you pouted as you nuzzled your nose against his neck.

“Yeah. It really did,” he agreed after a moment.  

“Welcome home, Bucky,” you whispered as he held you.

“It’s good to be home.”

“How did the mission go?”

“It was a total bust. The intel was bad so we wasted three weeks on stakeout.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Not your fault, doll,” he smiled half-heartedly.

You could feel the weariness and the tension in him, so you started working on a knot in his shoulder, making him groan.

“God, that feels good.”

“Here, why don’t you sit up so I can make you feel better,” you smiled as you pulled away, making him pout.

“I just wanna hold you, doll.”

“There’ll be plenty of time for cuddles after you’re not as stiff as a board.”

“You’re too good to me. You know that?” he grinned as he repositioned himself as you sat on your knees behind him.

“I like to think I’m just the right amount of good to you,” you murmured as you focused on his lower back, kneading the tight muscles.

The room was quiet except for when you would occasionally hit a particularly sensitive spot and his breath would hitch and you would mutter an apology.

“How are you, doll?” he asked after a while.

“I’m good. I just got back from a mission two days ago.”

“What was the assignment?” he grunted as you dug your knuckle into a knot in his shoulder blade.

“Rich guy in LA was funding a terrorist cell. Nat and I had to convince him to give up some information.”

“Convince how?” he growled and you felt his shoulders tense up.

“Hey, I just got you relaxed. Stop that.”

“You know I hate when you have to get close to those skeezeballs.”

“I was safe. I was with Nat the whole time. All I had to do was slip a little truth serum in his drink and Natasha did the rest.”

You heard him exhale and felt the tension loosen beneath your hands.

“You know I can handle myself,” you huffed.  

“I know that, doll. You can certainly take me on.”

“And don’t you forget it,” you giggled as you wrapped your arms around him, leaning your chin on his shoulder. “I missed you,” you sighed.

“I missed you too. Can I hold you now, doll?”

“Absolutely. Why don’t we go to bed?” You suggested. “You must be exhausted.”

“Maybe a little,” he yawned.

“That’s what I thought.”  

You shooed him off the bed so you could turn down the comforter. He kicked off his shoes and proceeded to strip down to his boxers and t-shirt.

As he slid into bed with you, he immediately wound his arms around your waist and pulled you tight against him, legs tangling with yours. The little tension that remained drained away as you slid your hand under the back of his shirt scratching slightly as you pulled him even closer. He let out a full exhale before inhaling and sighing.

“That’s what I was waiting for,” you giggled.

“I’ve been thinking about this since I left,” he mumbled into your hair. “It’s so good to be home.”

“Good night, Bucky.”

“Good night, doll.”

 You were even more entangled when you woke up. And the sight of his clear blue eyes gazing at you was enough to make your heart skip a beat.

“Good morning, handsome,” you mumbled unthinkingly.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he gave you a tight squeeze before pecking you on the lips.

You both froze, staring at each other with wide eyes. You had never kissed before. Not beyond forehead or cheek kisses at least. A million thoughts raced through your mind, but the one that was winning out was “kiss him”.

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Before you could act on the loudest thoughts, he started to speak.

“I’m s-“

You placed your finger over his lips as you leaned into him.

“Do not say the word ‘sorry’, if you aren’t. And if you are, please just go. I don’t want to hear that from you. I can’t take it,” you whispered.

You pulled away, not wanting to see the truth. It had been a mistake. He regretted it. You slid out from under the covers, but he reached out to grab your wrist. It was loose enough that you could have escaped if you wanted to, but firm enough to stop you.

“Y/n, wait. Look at me.”

You turned around slowly, not ready to face him but knowing you had to.

“Y/n, doll. I’m not sorry. I thought you were. I’ve been wantin’ to do that for ages.”

“Really?”

“Cross my heart. Now, how about you come back over here for some kissing and some cuddling. And then I take you out on a proper date.”

You grinned and slid back under the covers.

“What did you have in mind?”

“I was thinking I’d start here,” he kissed your forehead. “And then move here.” Your cheek. And then here,” he kissed behind your ear. And then down your neck.

“I meant for the date, you dork,” you teased, trying not to sound quite so breathless.

He smirked.  

“Oh, for that? I can’t tell ya. It’s a surprise.”

“Oh? I think you don’t have any idea.”

“Prove it.”

“Suit yourself. I’ll tell you.” He sat up in bed. “Well after we get out of bed, I’d tell you to put on your favorite casual outfit. I’m partial to the green sundress, but your choice. We’d go into the city. Lunch at our favorite diner. After that we’d duck into your favorite bookstore, the one with a blind date with a book. Then we’d sit in the park, take turns reading out loud from whatever book we’d picked up. Breakfast for dinner from that waffle truck near the planetarium. And then you spend the rest of the night watching the stars.”

You started to make fun of him for saying you and not we, but he continued before you got the chance.

“And I get to spend the rest of the night watching you.”

Your breath caught and you tried to sound cool when you responded.

“You certainly do well under pressure.”

He chuckled and he stroked your cheek.

“That’s where you’re wrong, doll. I’ve had it all planned for a long time.”

“The kisses or the date?” you giggled.

“The date. The kiss was not planned but I’m really glad it happened. What do you say, doll? Will you go on a date with me?”

“I’d love to, Bucky.”

“Now can I kiss you again?”

“I suppose,” you flirted. “Now where was it you wanted to start? Here?”

You kissed his forehead and followed his path. When you bit at the column of his throat he growled “here” and yanked you down to kiss him on the lips.  

After a lot of kisses and snuggles, you went your separate ways to get ready for your date. You wore the green dress he’d mentioned. He brought you a bouquet of your favorite flowers and kissed you on the cheek.

Your first date was as perfect as he had described. The second was even better.

  A/n: Yeah, so I just wanted to finish it so I hope you enjoyed! 

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