#maybe a reader who’s come to terms w it but is scared to tell Steve?

[urhoneycombwitch]

thinking about writing a Steve Harrington x infertile!Reader fic and the complexities surrounding that dynamic… is that too angsty or are we all into the Sadness™️these days 🤔

[l4verq]

i thought i lost you again

steve rogers x reader

in which steve is scared of losing you again after the blip took you away from him for 5 years

tags : flufffff w a little angst bc that’s the best kind of fluff, mentions of death (endgame can go suck my left tit)

fic : one shot

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Steve knows he’s just being paranoid.

However that doesn’t stop him from racing around the house, your name on his lips.

The two storey house tucked away in the outskirts of a small town Steve set up for the both of you. The smile that crept to your face as you tried to adjust your eyes to the bright sunlight when he took off the blindfold, priceless.

He sprints past the framed photographs that you’d meticulously picked out to fit the “aesthetic” of the wall. Bowls of popcorn you two had been too lazy to wash last night were still sprawled on the coffee table facing the tv.

He can feel the panic rising in his chest cause he can’t go back. He can’t go back to feeling how he did for five years. How empty he felt without you. How he longed to hold your hand and tell you how much he loved you. How he hated walking up to an empty spot next to him.

Taking a deep breath, he tries to focus and calm down. Craning his ears, he can almost make out light footsteps trailing up to him. It’s faint but it’s all it takes for Steve to dart out of the house and follow the sound.

You walk up the steep hill leading to your house, carrying a basket of strawberries that a new friend had graciously gifted you with. A friend? Maybe a new acquaintance was the correct term.

You could imagine Nat teasing you with her lips curled up into a shit eating grin about how domestic you’ve gotten.

Picking strawberries? Maybe it’s time you went for the monthly community meetups.

You’d roll your eyes, pushing back the grin creeping up your face. Get in a punch or two.

If she’d let you.

Two months. That’s how long it’d been since everything became normal. Well, semi-normal.

But it still felt like yesterday when you were on your knees, crying for Nat. Vision. Tony. His 5 year old he left behind.

It’d been Steve who held you tight, rocking you back and forth. His own heart breaking at the sight of you.

It was always Steve. Who smelt like that one laundry softener he always used cause once you’d drunkenly spilled that you liked the scent. Steve who always ate the yolk cause it tasted like “slimey goo” to you.

Steve, who was running up to you in a daze.

You let out a oof as he crashes into you, your basket dropping from your hands.

“You do remember you’re 220 pounds of just pure muscle, right?” You chuckle, nesting your head right in the crook of his neck like always.

You can hear him smile, his lips ghosting around your head.

But something’s off.

“What’s wrong?” Pulling your head back, you look up to his cerulean blue eyes that had you swooning over him the day you met him.

“S’nothing.” He smiles, his hands still wrapped around your waist, gripped a little too tight.

“We both know I’m gonna get it out of you.”

A deep bellowed laugh rumbles from his chest as he leans in to kiss your forehead.

“It’s stupid, really. I woke up and you weren’t there. The next thing I know, I’m back there. Back there during those five years without you.” He mumbles, his voice trailing off.

You place your hands on his cheeks, tiptoeing slightly.

“Steven Grant Rogers, I’m not leaving you. Ever. Unless Tom Hardy comes in the picture.”

“I’d just take him out of the picture.”

“America’s spangled sweetheart murdering an innocent man? What will people say?”

“That he did it for love.” He gives a smug grin, patting his chest.

“Ew.”

It’s a long time of you two just holding each other, before he notices the strawberries all over the ground.

“Did you go rob a garden or something?”

[midgardianweasley]

The Wedding Series

It took me a while, but, i’ve finallyyy got part 2 of the series up<33 

Ring her up

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: with an ever growing feeling of love for her girlfriend, Y/N wants to take the next step, but, like every plan, she needs to carry out step number one.

Word Count: 2k

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Part one | Part two 

It had been four years since the day you and Natasha had started dating, four wonderful years. The team hadn’t let either of you forget about the night you both got together, how they all saw it coming and how they couldn’t believe you both hadn’t seen it sooner. Looking back, you weren’t so sure yourself, but you liked the story of how you became girlfriends, even if it was something straight out of a rom-com.

Over the course of four years, it only made you more and more certain that she was the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. Unlike the story that brought you both together, this wasn’t a big moment of realisation. It was in the little things. It was in the way she protected and cared for you. In the way she had always been the one to wipe your tears and in the way she’d laugh with you in the rain when you were happy.

The two of you had discussed many things over the years, now having moved out into your own apartment together, you were beginning to take big steps in your relationship so some conversations had arisen in the process. Marriage being one of them.

__________________________

You were both sitting in your living room, snuggled up together on the sofa, a blanket draped over the two of you as you watched ‘Friends’, though you weren’t really watching it.

“Take a picture, it lasts longer.” She whispered, not looking at you but with a knowing smirk on her face.

“Why would I when I have the real thing right in front of me?”

“Touché”

You briefly returned your attention back to the screen in front of you, watching a scene unfold where the main characters are running in and out of a wedding chapel in Vegas. Seeing them had sparked a thought in your head as you looked up adoringly at your girlfriend, never breaking your eyes away, even when she grabbed the remote and paused your programme to give you her full attention.

“Okay, what’s up?”

“Who says something has to be up? Maybe I just want to appreciate how pretty you are.” You gave her puppy eyes, but she knew better than to fall for that.

“I can practically feel the cogs turning in that head of yours. C’mon, you can tell me Detka.”

You quickly glanced between the television screen and her eyes, taking note of the curiosity lingering in her eyes, alongside some concern which made you admit defeat.

“I was just thinking, y’know, about us.”

“Right, is something wrong?” She took your hands in hers, the pad of her thumb gently stroking the back of them, silently encouraging you to continue.

“No! No, not at all. It was just watching this, it got me thinking, what are your thoughts on getting married?” She opened her mouth to speak, but you quickly cut her off before she could get a word out. “I don’t necessarily mean to me! Just generally! Well, it would be nice if it was me, but I don’t want to put any-”

“Babe, slow down, breathe.” She chuckled while you caught your breath, only continuing once you’d calmed yourself down from your ramble.

“First of all, I like the thought of getting married, I could see myself doing it. But, in terms of who I would marry, it would be you.”

“Really? You’re serious?”

“I’m serious. You’re it for me. There isn’t anyone else.”

You didn’t know why tears appeared in your eyes, it was a perfect answer, an answer most people dreamed of getting. Nonetheless, they built up, completely blurring your vision, even as they fell. Natasha was quick to wipe them away as they did, and despite you not being able to see much, it was near impossible to miss the love she held in her eyes as she looked at you.

“I love you.” You mumbled, placing your hand over the one that she held on your cheek.

“I love you more.” She placed her forehead against yours, eyes closed as she enjoyed the intimacy, you doing so too.

“Never.”

“Always.” She whispered before meeting your lips with a gentle, loving kiss.

That conversation was your most recent, it will have been months ago now. As time went on, the feeling inside of you only grew, and you became more certain with every moment shared between you both, that you want to marry this woman. You want to marry Natasha Romanoff.

_______________________

You didn’t know where to begin, so you did what first came to mind.

You called your best friend. Thankfully, Nat was currently out with Steve, picking up after him again. Though you’d usually be moody at the fact that she had to leave, this time you couldn’t help but try to encourage her to go, spiking her curiosity at your actions, but still leaving nonetheless, giving you the perfect opportunity to call and ask for help.

“Wanda, Wanda, help.” You immediately rambled as soon as she picked up the phone.

“Y/N? Everything okay?”

“Yes. Well, kinda, no, yes?”

“Right, thank you for clearing that up.” She let out a hearty laugh over the phone

“I want to propose.”

“To Natasha?”

“Who else?”

“I just wanted to clarify!” She exclaimed, a hint of defense in her tone.

Silence fell upon the phone call,

“Oh my- You want to marry Natasha.”

“Isn’t that what I just said?”

“We need to start making plans! What dress would you like? Ooh where should the venue be? I heard-”

“Wan’, is that not a bit too soon? I don’t even have an idea for a proposal or a ring or anything.”

One sound. One sound was all it took for you to know that you had no idea what you had just gotten yourself into as Wanda gasped, quickly hanging up before you could even ask what was wrong.

Taking a look at your phone, you saw an unread text from Wanda, sent only seconds ago.

Wan<3   ‘Get your shoes on, I’ll be over in 10. We’re going out.’                                               Delivered.

At least now you know where to start.

Okay, you’re still not sure, but at least someone does. ______________________________

It wasn’t long before Wanda had arrived at your house, dragged you outside and was now pulling you along beside her as she ran around like a hyper Golden Retriever, leading you in and out of different shops, all of which had one thing in common. They sold engagement rings.

You could’ve facepalmed the minute you realised the pattern, how did an engagement ring not occur to you in the first place? You decided not to dwell on it, you’d just kick yourself later on when you’re alone to save any embarrassment.

You hadn’t realised you’d zoned out until you felt a tug on your wrist, looking up to see the culprit, a huge grin on her face as she pointed to the shop in front of the two of you. It was so..shiny. There were silver necklaces, rings, bracelets, and watches. They all looked so pretty, how were you going to decide?

“Come on! We need to go in and have a look! I have a good feeling about this one!” She squealed, even though you could’ve sworn she said that the last two times. Either way, you flashed her a quick smile, nodding and walking in. If you had to search all day for the perfect ring, so be it. It’s what Natasha deserves.

There were rows upon rows of different rings, there must’ve been hundreds, if not thousands in the brightly lit room, allowing each and every one to have a sparkle. You smiled gently at each one, imagining how they would look on your girlfriend’s hand. How it would feel for her title to go from ‘girlfriend’ to ‘Fiancé’, relying on the hope that she says yes.

A couple of minutes went by before something caught your attention. Turning your head to the left, you see one particular ring standing out to you like a beautiful, shiny sore thumb. Walking closer to inspect it, you manage to take in some more of its finer details.

It was a simple silver band, just like the majority of the others, however, while they had simple diamonds, this one had a ruby instead, the red complementing the silver perfectly. One look at it, and you were strong in your opinion that Natasha would love it.

You soon felt a presence behind you, recognising it immediately as the one who had brought you out here in the first place.

“Are you looking at the red one?” You whipped your head round.

“How did you know?”

“Because you look like you’ve decided to fall in love with that ring instead.” She raised her eyebrows, taking great enjoyment in watching you look around and get excited with almost every ring you see as you think about how it would feel if Natasha was to say ‘yes’. In all honesty, a part of you was a little scared, nervous. Marriage is a big step, and while she had said she would want to, you don’t want to get the timing wrong. You want it all to be perfect, and you would do your damn best to make it so. She was your forever, and you refused to let that slip through your fingers.

Before you could even blink, Wanda had asked the saleswoman if they could have it brought out of it’s viewing unit so that you could take a closer look, which she responded with a kind smile before unlocking the case and holding the ring out to you, exposing all of it’s edges and how it glistens differently in every light, a faint red glow appearing every so often.

This was the one.

“Could I buy this one, please?” You asked the lady who appeared to be nothing but friendly.

“Of course, let me just ring that up for you and I'll get it boxed up.” You had to hold back a small giggle at her choice of words. Immature, you know, but you didn’t overly care, feeling too over the moon at taking the first step towards marriage with the love of your life.

Wanda gave you a pearly white smile, clapping her hands in joy at how the trip has turned out, watching you now hold the small box in your hand. You didn’t blame her, this has been a success. You can’t wait.

___________________________

“Babe! I’m home!” You called, shutting the front door behind you and kicking your shoes off, the ring safely held in its box, which was settled in your back pocket.

“Hi love” Natasha walked over, placing a sweet kiss on your lips before pulling away and brushing some loose strands of hair behind your ear, a gesture you had always adored. “How was your day? I heard you went out with Wanda?”

Of course she did! Luckily, she’s not the only spy around who could think quick on her feet.

“Yeah, we went for some lunch and just had a girls day. I think she needed to get out of the compound for a bit, too much ‘boy’ energy.” You shrugged, a smile playing on your lips as you watched hers curl upwards in agreement.

“I don’t blame her, poor girl. We’ve totally abandoned her with the males.”

“Would you like to go back and stay there?”

“Absolutely not, I’m quite happy where I am, thank you.” She raised her eyebrows in a playful manner before gesturing to the TV. “Do you wanna watch some ‘Friends’?”

“Yes! I’ll just change into some comfier clothes, jeans are not the one today.” You happily agreed, quickly giving her a peck on the cheek before scurrying off to the bedroom, hoping she didn’t notice the odd shape of your pocket.

You made it into the bedroom, getting some pj’s out of your wardrobe and looking for a place to hide the ring. You were going to just put it into your bedside table, but you knew Natasha often snuck in there to steal some of your favourite moisturiser. Not as subtle as she thinks.

You settled on hiding it on the top shelf of your wardrobe, behind some storage boxes and rucksacks neither of you used, hoping it would be well hidden there.

Now all you had to do now, was wait.

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[idumpyourgrass]

Always Waiting- Chapter 9.5

Always Waiting- Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

(I do not own gif!)

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Summary: Y/n and Dustin talk about what happened between her and Steve. The end of the year comes and Y/n and Steve ~kind of~ get on better terms after Dustin talks some sense into them. Y/n and Robin get a job at Scoops Ahoy for the summer.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

A/n: This chapter is really just like a filler one just to catch you guys up on everything. I’m so excited for the upcoming chapters! I hope you all like this chapter. The next chapter will be out shortly! As always lmk if you want to be added to the taglist!

Warnings: Language, hints of depression? typos

Word Count: 2.5k

“What the hell happened to you and Steve?” Dustin comes bursting into your room, giving you no time to pull yourself together. You turn your head that was stuffed into your pillow to look at Dustin. His eyes go wide when he sees your puffy red eyes. You wipe your nose with the back of your hand and sit up. “How was the dance?” Your voice cracks.

Dustin comes and sits down next to you. “It was great until we got in the car with Steve. You should have seen him. His eyes were all bloodshot and he is just really bad at forcing a smile, I could see right through him!” Dustin wildly gestures with his hands. You plop your head black down on your pillow, groaning.

“Dustin, I did something really stupid, and- and I know I shouldn’t have but I just can’t keep going around in circles with him! I can’t just be his second choice!” Tears once again, start to pool in your eyes, threaten to fall.

Dustin furrows his eyebrows, “Second choice? What are you talking about?” You start picking at your nail polish, hesitating to tell him what this was all about. You know Dustin and Steve have formed a special bond and you didn't want to ruin that by dragging Dustin into your and Steve's problems, but then again, maybe Dustin could help.

“I…I like Steve, a whole lot-“

“Yeah, I know, I read your diary,” You snap your head towards Dustin, “You read my- you know what? That’s not important right now. You know Steve and I used to be best friends and then he became the stupid “King” or whatever and just tossed me aside,” You adverted eye contact with Dustin, looking at the ground.

 “And then he and Nancy broke up and all of the sudden, he wanted to be friends again and take me on dates, but the second Nancy came running back to him, he dropped me, leaving me in the dust, back to pretending like I’m not even a person, and then he started acting all buddy, buddy again with me, and here I was thinking maybe he changed and maybe he actually did want to be my friend, but then as it turns out he and Nancy broke up again,” you start pacing around your room, getting less sad and getting more angry.

"He just needs me to boost his confidence. He doesn't actually want to be friends with me, he just needs me there to make him feel better about himself! And you know what I told him? I told him we should stay out of each other's lives! Why would I say that?! To the boy I am in love w-“ Whoops. You clap a hand over your mouth.

“You’re in love with Steve?!” Dustin looks at you wide-eyed, his jaw nearly dropping to the floor.

“Huh? No,” Dustin crosses his arms raising an eyebrow at you, “No, I did not say that! You misheard me.”

“I have great hearing, I heard what you said,” Dustin says.

“FUCK!” You pick up a pillow and throw it against the wall.

What the hell is wrong with you? You're in love with this boy and you just told him that you should stay out of each other's lives? Damn it Y/n. You reach over to your nightstand, grabbing the phone.

“Are you going to call Steve?!” Dustin runs over and plops down next to you. You start dialing the number.

“What? No don’t be stupid, I’m calling Robin, get out.” You shove him towards the door. He sighs, closing your door shut.

The phone rings and rings, no answer. “Hi Robin, it’s Y/n. Listen I need you to call me back as soon as you can. This is urgent. I did something I shouldn’t have and now I don’t know how to fix it, in fact, I don’t even think I can fix it! So please call me back!” You slam the phone down, huffing and laying back down on your bed.

As soon as you lay your head on the pillow, your phone rings. You shoot up and grab the phone.

“Robin!”

“Y/n what the hell happened?” Robin asks. You explain the whole situation to her, scared of what she might say.

"Well, I'm not an expert on this or anything but I think maybe if you just wait a couple of days, let the whole situation cool down, then you can try to call him or go to his house or something and try to talk to him. But, yikes Y/n, you really dug your own grave here," you slap your palm on your forehead, groaning.

~Three days after the snowball~

After school on Tuesday, you walk through the parking lot trying to find your car. You see Steve sitting in his car. You make eye contact, he quickly looks away, pretending he didn't see you. Ok, it's now or never, you think as you make your way to his car. When he sees you coming towards him he rolls his eyes and locks the car doors.

You pull on the door handle. “Let me in Harrington, I just want to talk,” he rolls down his window a crack so he can say something to you.

“What more could you want to say to me Y/n?”

“I just, I don’t know what I was thinking and-“

“Save it, Henderson, you said we should stay out of each other’s lives right?” Steve rolls up his window and pulls out of the parking lot. You try to blink away the tears but that doesn’t stop them from falling.

*    *     *

Months had passed. You and Steve avoided each other like the black plague as the second half of the school year came around. At first, you guys would pass each other in the hallways but then both of you started taking different routes so you didn't have to pass each other. Having no classes together, Steve had just disappeared from your life completely.

It was rare that you came out of your room besides going to school. When you would get home from school, you would just go to your room and lay still in your bed, not having any motivation or energy to do anything else. You would come out of your room to eat with Dustin and your mom but that was mainly the only time they would see you.

Sometimes Dustin would bring the party over and they would all come into your room and you all would chat for a while. They would try to get you to come out and play games with them, but you would always politely decline.

Robin would come over after school a couple of times a week just to make sure you were doing ok. You opted out of doing any theatre-related things, giving you more time to mope around. Robin would keep you updated on all the latest gossip and tell you how much everyone in the drama department misses you.

You, Eleven, and Max would all have a sleepover once a month, which you very much appreciated. It was the one night out of the whole month Steve would completely leave your mind as you giggled with the girls, doing facemasks, painting each others’ nails, and watching movies.

Dustin and Steve still hung out, having movie nights every Friday, though it was always at Steve's house. Dustin told you he could stop hanging out with Steve if it bothered you. Of course, you told him you didn't want that. You occasionally asked Dustin how Steve was doing, most of the time he said Steve was doing just about as well as you were doing.

Dustin would oftentimes scold Steve anytime they hung out. Dustin told Steve all about how you would just stay in your room, never coming out. Steve couldn't help but feel awful, but this whole staying out of each other’s lives was your idea, he was just following through with it. Although you guys never saw each other and were now strangers, he never stopped thinking about you. Your name was always on his mind. He just wishes that day in the parking lot, he would have talked to you and not drove away like an asshole. 

~May 3rd, 1985~

Tonight was Friday, meaning Dustin would be at Steve’s watching a movie and your mom would be off somewhere with her friends. When no one was home, you ventured out a little. Tonight, you decided you would watch Footloose. You go into the kitchen, pop some popcorn, get yourself a Pepsi, and make your way back into the living room. You sprawl yourself across the couch and start playing the movie. You pick up your glass of Pepsi about to take a sip of it when you hear the door start to unlock. The door opens and Dustin walks in, he looks up and jumps, startled to see you. “You’re out of your room.” Dustin has a shocked look on his face, but you can’t see it because you are too busy looking at who’s standing behind him. Your heart starts beating faster as you scan the face of none other than Steve Harrington. He looks just about as surprised to see you as you are to see him. You feel your stomach in your throat when you two make eye contact. The glass of Pepsi falls out of your hand and onto the couch.

Dustin quickly rushes into the kitchen to get towels while you just sit there, stunned. Dustin comes running back, patting the towels on the couch. "I'm going back to my room," You shoot up off the couch.

“Dustin, why don’t we just go back to my house?” Steve makes his way towards the door.

“No! Y/n you aren’t going to go back in your room just to cry into your pillow and Steve, we are not going back to your house just because you two can’t even be in the same room as each other! We are all going to sit down together and have a movie night.” Dustin paces around the room throwing his arms wildly about. “You two don’t have to sit next to each other but goddamn it I’m sick of this! I get it if you two don’t want to be friends anymore, ok? I get it, but you don’t have to avoid each other like this.” Dustin looks from you to Steve, “So let’s all act like adults here and watch a god damn movie.”

You open your mouth to protest but Dustin holds up to hand to stop you. “Sit.” You groan and throw yourself on the couch. Steve slowly makes his way to the couch and sits on the opposite side of you, Dustin sitting between you two.

You try your hardest to watch the movie, but you can’t focus. There is so much tension in the air, You haven’t seen Steve in over 5 months and now you’re sitting watching a movie with him? About halfway through the movie, you decide you can't take it anymore. You stand up and go to your bedroom, closing the door. 

“I can’t stand to see her like this, Dustin!” Steve tells Dustin.

"Well, believe it or not, she looks a whole lot better than she did a couple of months ago," Dustin reaches for the remote and turns the tv off.

Steve gets up off the couch and makes his way towards your room.

There’s a soft knock at your door. “Go away Dustin I don’t want to talk right now!” You yell, pulling the covers up over your head. “Uh, actually it’s not Dustin. It’s Steve.” Oh fuck. You hesitantly get out of bed and make your way over to the door, debating even opening the door. At the first sight of Steve, you let out a sob, clasping a hand over your mouth.

“Y/n…” Steve pulls you in, close to him as you sob uncontrollably.  You didn’t know how you were going to react when you saw Steve for the first time but this sure wasn’t it. Steve holds you until you start to calm down. “Let’s talk, yeah?” Steve says, leading you to sit down on your bed.

You sit in silence for a while, neither one of you sure how to start the conversation. Steve sighs then begins, "I think, we have both said things we didn't mean and I'm sorry I was such an asshole, but I don't think we can ever go back to just being friends," you start picking at your nail polish as Steve continues. "I do think, however, if we start over, we can stay as acquaintances." Ok Acquaintances, that's better than nothing. You look up at Steve and nod.  He gives you a small smile, pats your leg and then leaves your room. That’s it? That’s all he wanted? To tell you guys can stop avoiding each other and become “acquaintances?”

*    *     *

You finally felt your feelings towards Steve slowly start chipping away. It only took 6 months, but hey! It was progress. In the last couple of weeks of school, you started taking your normal route again and so did Steve. When you passed each other you gave each other a small smile or a little head nod. Sometimes you would throw him some finger guns which afterward you always immediately regretted doing.

You started coming out of your room more. Your mom was always so happy when she asked what you were doing for the night or the weekend and you said you were going to go over to Robin's or out to dinner with the party.

School ended and summer was here! You and Robin decided to get summer jobs together. The Starcourt mall just opened so there were plenty of jobs available. You both decided working at a cute ice cream shop would be fun. You both got hired at Scoops Ahoy and you were super excited until you saw the uniforms. Yikes.

It was the first day of summer and also the first day of your new job. Robin was already at the shop when you got there. “Hey Robin,” you say as you enter through the back. Robin’s eyes go wide and she starts pushing you back out the door.

"Robin, what the hell, let me in!" You push her back, forcing your way in. Oh, that's why she didn't want you to come in. Through the front window, you see Steve Harrington scooping ice cream.

“Jesus Christ,” you throw your bag down on the table.

“I didn’t know he was working here I swear!” Robin tells you. Steve checks out two costumers in line and turns around, to find out who Robin’s talking to. He nearly drops his ice cream scoop when he sees you. You let out a laugh when you see him in his uniform.

“Oh, Y/n, I didn’t know you were working here too,” He reaches up and rips off his sailor hat, his cheeks bright red.

“Well, here I am,” you gesture to yourself.

“Uhhh, if you both want to come up to the front, I can show you how everything works,” Steve says to you and Robin, scratching his neck.

Well, this is going to be one hell of a summer.

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[sunflowergirl522]

Legally Blonde 3: Harvard Variations

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Just a legally blonde AU with you starring as Elle Woods. Based on both the movie and the musical.

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 1908

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Pulling up to the school fills you with excitement. It’s a new atmosphere than it is back in California but you’re enjoying it so far. 

“Oh, Rocket! It’s so exciting! Look, Harvard!” Rocket turns from the window of your convertible to you and gives back a small bark with his tail wagging.

The moving van pulls up right behind you when you get to your dorm building. Students begin to gather around and chatter amongst themselves about the scene in front of them. 

“Well this is our home for the next three years, Rocket. Oh, are you thirsty? Let’s get you some water. Sweetheart, you just look parched. Here you go.” You pull out a collapsible dog bowl out of your purse and fill it up while placing Rocket on the ground. “Good boy, Steve’s gonna be so excited to see you. Guys, this way.” You walk into the building with Rocket and the moving guys right behind you, ignoring the comments a few people yell towards you. “Now, don’t be scared. Everyone will love you.” You look down and say it to Rocket when in reality you’re just trying to hype yourself up for this.

***

“Hi. Y/L/N, comma, Y/n.” The man behind the table looks you up and down before handing you your group of papers.

“Class schedule, map, book list.” He flips through his list of names to mark you off.

“Wait a second, my social events calendar is missing.” This causes him to look up at you, not sure what you’re talking about.

“Your what?”

“Social events. You know, mixers, formals, clam bakes, trips to the Cape.” He only chuckles and looks back down at his clipboard. “Okay. Has Steve Rogers checked in yet?”

“Um… No. You know, maybe you should check with the cruise director on the lido deck.”

You only hum to yourself before turning and walking away trying to ignore how the comment affected you. You pretend as if you didn’t feel a stab in your heart and a twist in your stomach. You just place a happy smile on your face ignoring the thought of what if you can’t do this.

***

“Hello, I’m Bucky Barnes, welcome to the hallowed halls of Harvard Law. I know first hand how hard you’ve all worked to be here today so let’s go around and say a few things about yourselves.” Bucky speaks to the three students on the bench in front of him.

“My name is Thor Odinson. I have a masters in Scandinavian Studies, and a Ph.D. in Theology. And for the last eighteen months I’ve been teaching self defense classes to those who need them.”

“Welcome to Harvard.”

“Tony Stark. I won a Fulbright and a Rhodes. I write financial software codes but that’s a challenge I’ve outgrown. How many yachts can one man own? Some say that I’m a pompous creep, somehow I don’t lose that much sleep. Why bother with false modesty? Harvard’s the perfect place for me.”

“Welcome to Harvard.”

“Hey how’re you doing, I’m Valkyrie. I got a Ph.D. from Berkely in Women's studies, emphasis in the History of Combat. I did the Peace Corp overseas, inoculating refugees in family clinics that I built myself from mud and trees. I fought to clean up their lagoons and save their rare, endangered loons.” Just as Bucky is about to welcome her she stands up and speaks again. Bucky just sits in her old spot. “But now I’m on the legal track, because this country’s out of whack and only women have the guts to go and take it back. We'll make the government come clean and get more people voting Green, and really stick it to the phallocentric war machine.”

“I love your top, it is so fatigue chic!” All of their heads turn to look at you when you speak. “So how psyched are you guys? First day at Harvard Law! My name is Y/n Y/l/n and this is Rocket Y/l/n.” You move in front of Valkyrie and shake her hand. 

“Uh, we were just going around the circle, tell us something about yourself.” 

“Me?” Bucky just motions for the seat between him and Tony and nods. “Okay, well I have a bachelor’s degree from UCLA where I was Zeta Lambda Nu sweetheart and president of my sorority, Delta Nu, and last year I was homecoming queen. Oh! Two weeks ago I saw Beyonce at Fred Segal, and I talked her out of buying this truly heinous cable knit tube top. Whoever said orange is the new pink was seriously disturbed!”

Bucky chuckles a bit at that more at the way you said it than anything else. “I did not know that.” 

“Does anyone know where I can find Civil Procedures Class with Professor Fury?”

“Actually some of us are heading there, so I’m sure somebody would be happy to show you.” Bucky missed when everyone darted away. “Ah well it’s in Hauser, over there, second building on the left.

“Thank you.” You smile at him and get up to leave.

“You know, I don’t think dogs are exactly allowed in class.” Bucky stands and you turn towards him.

“Oh, Rocket’s not a dog, Rocket’s family. I’ll just drop him off in my room, he’d be happier there anyway. I’ll see you later then!” You give him a little wave before turning and leaving. Bucky just stands there for another minute with a small smile on his face.

***

Walking down the hall to your class you see Steve reading things off of a bulletin board. It stops you in your tracks. With a new found confidence you walk up and start to pass him. 

Steve does a double take as you pass. “Y/n?”

You fake surprise as you turn to look at him. “Steve? I totally forgot you go here.”

“What are you talking about? I’m sorry. Are you here to see me?”

“No, silly. I go here.”

“You go where?” You can hear the confusion seeping out of his voice.

“Harvard. Law school.”

“You got into Harvard Law?”

“What, like it’s hard?” You completely down play all of the hard work you did to get here. “Oh, my gosh, Steve, it’s gonna be so great.” Steve’s mouth stays agape as he tries to come to terms with all of this. “Oh, uh, time to go. I have to go to class, but meet me after on the benches, okay? Alright bye!” You leave Steve behind with his mouth still wide open in complete and utter shock.

You sit in the front of the class and pull out your little notebook after seeing your classmates all on laptops ready to type notes.

“A legal education means you will learn to speak in a new language. You will be taught to achieve insight into the world around you, and to sharply question what you know.The seat you have picked will be yours for the next nine months of your life. And those of you in the front row...Beware.” The professor looks straight at you with the eye without the patch and your smile falls for a minute. “The law is reason free from passion. Does anyone know who spoke those immortal words? Yes?” He calls on the big guy you had seen when everyone was introducing themselves.

“Aristotle.”

“Are you sure?” Professor Fury approaches him and leans towards him.

“Yes.”

“Would you be willing to stake your life on it?” 

“I think so.”

“Oh. What about his life?”

“Ow.” The man that the professor hit with a pencil ducks down.

“I don’t know.”

“Well, I recommend knowing before speaking. The law leaves much room for interpretation, but very little for self doubt.” Fury takes the seating chart from in front of you on his way back to the front. “And you were right. It was Aristotle. I assume all of you have read pages one through forty-eight and are now well-versed in subject matter jurisdiction. Who can tell us about Gordon v. Steele? Someone from the hot zone. Y/n Y/l/n?” You look up and get surprised with him in front of you.

“Um, actually, I wasn’t aware that we had an assignment.”

“Peggy Carter. Do you think it’s acceptable that Ms. Y/l/n is not prepared?”

“No. I don’t.”

“Would you support my decision to ask her to leave class and return only when she is prepared?”

“Absolutely.” Fury turns to look at you expectantly. You close your mouth fuming over this and pack up your stuff before getting up and leaving. You go straight outside to the benches where you’re supposed to meet Steve. 

Bucky looks up and follows you as you sit down before going back to his work. When you begin mumbling to yourself he begins to get concerned. “Hey, are you okay?”

“Ya. Do they put you on the spot like that all the time?”

“The professors? Yeah, they tend to do that. What did Fury kick you out for?” You haven’t looked up yet so it shocked you that the man speaking knew whose class you were just in.

“Oh hello again!” You smile at Bucky when you turn to see him behind you. “I didn’t know there was a reading.”

“He made me cry once, not in class, I waited till I was in my room but yeah. He’ll kick you in the ass. He’s tough, really tough.”

“Great.” You sigh and turn back around.

“It gets better though. Who else do you have?”

“I have Pierce, Hill, and McCoy.”

“Speak up in Pierce’s class. He likes people who are opinionated. And in McCoy’s class try to sit in the back. He tends to spit when he talks about product liability. And for Hill, make sure you read the footnotes, ‘cause that’s where she gets a lot of her exam questions from.”

“Wow, I’m really glad I met you.” You beam at him and Bucky likes you he can feel it.

“Hey, Y/n.” Steve comes up to you and your attention immediately goes to him.

“Hey! Thanks for all your help.” 

“Good luck.” Bucky watches you get up and approach Steve before he gets up himself.

“Hi, Steve.”

“Hi. Uh, so… How was your first class?”

Oh, it was good, except for this horrible preppy girl who tried to make me look bad in front of the professor. But no biggie. You’re here now. So how was your summer?”

“Good. It was good.” Steve stumbles over his words, still not believing that you’re here.

“Did you do anything exciting?” It was at that moment when the girl, Peggy, comes up from behind Steve.

“Hey!” Steve chuckles nervously not sure how this will all pan out. “Have you met Peggy?”

“Oh, hi. Peggy Carter.”

“Do you know her?”

“Uh, she’s…”

“I’m his fiancee.” His grandmothers ring glistens in the sunlight.

“I’m sorry. I just hallucinated. What?”

“Yeah. She was my girlfriend in prep school. And we got back together this summer at my grandmother’s birthday party.”

“Steve told me all about you. You’re famous at our club. But he didn’t tell me you’d be here.”

“Boo Bear, I didn’t know she would be here.” Hearing him call her the nickname he called you was just a stab in the chest.

“Excuse me.” And with that last word you turn to walk away, tears in your eyes.

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Behind Closed Doors

Summary: It’s the 40s and you find yourself falling for a certain Sergeant. You know it’s hard for you in a time like this but the love you two have for one another in insurmountable.

Requested by: @latreace-monae-love

WC: 2.7K

Pairing: 40s!Bucky x 40s!Black!Reader

Warnings: racial divide, use of the word “negro”, mentions of harassment, TW: one mention of rape, little angsty, fluffy, slight smut

A/N: Probably messed up some things with things with Steve and Peggy but that doesn’t matter. Enjoy and comment and reblog please!!!

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“You’re gonna get yourselves killed, Buck,” Steve has kept warning you and Bucky. He supported the relationship but he didn’t want you or Bucky to get yourselves caught up.

He hated having to watch Bucky sulk when you had to sit on the other side of the diner for colored people. There’s been times when he almost got pummeled to death just for crossing the line to talk to you.

Bucky would have to sneak to your side of town to see you as that was the only way to actually love you... behind closed doors. You hated it, you lived alone and no one knew other than your brother and he would always chew your ear off about it.

You two lived in a world where it was banned to be in an interracial relationship, but you two didn’t care. You were able to love who you wanted.

“Mama and pop are gonna kill you if they find out you’re messing with a white man, Y/N,” your older brother scolded.

“Well good thing you’re gonna keep your mouth shut,”

On either side of the scale you’d be screwed if anyone found out. But you and Bucky were willing to beat the odds.

Your mama always told you that if a white man wants you it’s to fetishize you and you believed it for a while until you met Bucky.

———

“What’s a pretty little lady doing out here all alone?,” there was a drunken group of white men on the corner as you were walking home by yourself.

“Now I don’t want any trouble, I just wanna get home safe,” you tried walking past the men but they formed a wall in front of you. You knew it was a bad idea to take that job way across town but it was better than what the others were offering.

You began to look for a way out, you didn’t want your mama and pop to be told that their little girl had been a victim to white drunkards on the corner.

“Give us a lil somethin’ and we’ll all be on our way,” one of them slurred.

“Never been with a negro woman before. How about you give us a taste,”

“Please, I’m just trying to go home!,” you tightened your jacket around yourself.

They grabbed you and you fought until a gun shot rang through the air.

“Now I suggest you all back away from the little lady,”

You jerk out of their grasps and see a man in a uniform. Good looking white man, well put together.

“Mind ya business, boy,”

The man in uniform huffed before knocking each and everyone of them out.

You stood in fear clutching your purse, “Don’t hurt me, please. I-I’ll give you all the money I have, I’m just tryna get home before it gets too dark,”

Bucky lifted up his hand to silence you, “Not gonna hurt ya ma’am,” he walks slowly to show you he’s not a threat, “I’m Sergeant Barnes and I’m just here to protect ya. Gonna walk you home so you get back to your family safe okay?,”

You swallowed the lump in your throat nodded quickly.

“Thank you,”

————

Everyday for months Bucky walked you home. Everyday you and Bucky got to know each other and you’ve grown quite fond of him. Sure his people were bad but he wasn’t. He was a genuine man and you soon fell for him. You two would go to little underground hideouts with other interracial couples to be able to get that sense of being open about your love.

His best bud Steve would come along and he was a pure soul. Steve was a small man who became a big man. Bucky was a little self conscious when Steve came back with the serum, thinking you’d leave him for Steve but you promised that would never happen.

Bucky was your man.

———

“Pass me the pepper please, doll,”

You two sat at dinner with Steve and a sweet little dame named Peggy. She was very sweet and all about building women up and fighting for their rights.

You pass Bucky the smile as Peggy speaks about another project coming up. You silently watch Bucky listen and laugh with Steve. You adored that man, you just wish things weren’t the way they were. Where he’d have to crawl up the fire escape just to see you and stay the night with you.

But the nights of slow dancing in your home, cooking together and watching TV. Mornings of him making breakfast for you or you making it for him while he was reading the paper. Oh!

The love making. Could never forget how he made you feel while making love to you. You knew your mother’s words weren’t true when it came to Bucky. Bucky didn’t pull that “I don’t see color” crap, he saw you exactly as you were, a black woman, a black woman who was tender hearted and hardworking and deserving of everything, the rights, the respect, that he got as a white man. He understood your fight and fought it with you.

You knew he was the one.

———

“I love you, doll,”

Bucky held your hands by your head as he rolled his hips into you. He never stopped to tell you that he loved you.

Hips lips were pressed against yours in a bruising kiss as your breath hitched in a moan. You two always had to be quiet so your neighbors didn’t hear. Everyone knew who Sergeant Bucky Barnes was.

“I love you more,” if that was even possible. You didn’t know you could love someone so much after only a year of dating but here you were.

His lips attached themselves to your collarbones and went to work with sucking and biting, knowing he can’t leave marks any higher.

“Cum for me, doll,”

Bucky let go of one of your hands to let his roam your body. He knew you loved it when he touched you in such a sensual manner. You were so sensitive to his touch it was almost overwhelming. A simple motion of his hands touching all over you was enough to push you over the edge.

You bite your bottom lip while Bucky’s lips wrapped around your pert nipples, knowing that always helped intensify your orgasm. With his hands all over you and mouth paying some much needed attention to your breasts, your pussy was clenching around him so hard Bucky couldn’t help but cum hard into his condom. You wish you could just feel him.

“Bucky,” you let out an airy whisper. Body still trembling as he peppered kisses all over your skin that was glowing with a slight sheen of sweat.

“I just want a family with you,” his nose nudged your neck.

You and Bucky had had this conversation a few times but the thought of having a family scared you. Not even just because he was a white man but the thought of having kids scared you anyway. Let alone the idea of them being by a white man, who granted you loved, but in this world you didn’t want to risk it.

You tried my wrap your arms around his neck and kiss along his five o’clock shadow, “I know b-but maybe in a few years things will look up where we’re finally accepted,”

He rested his head against your shoulder trying to keep in a sigh of disappointment, “But we’re in our prime Y/N. I- I know we... I know it’s not gonna be easy but maybe we can be the face of this battle. Be a face for others to come out of hiding as well and w-we rebel! We fight, we can prove that a white man can love a brown woman and vice versa,”

You heard, you really did. But the whites were brutal and would stop at nothing to let their displeasure be known.

“They could kill us, James,”

That was your fear. You already risked your life everyday enough with just being a colored woman. With being a part of the protests and now you’d have another fight on your hands which for some reason put a pit in your stomach that just gave you an inkling of know that this could be the fight to take you out.

“We could move away. Live on the countryside away from everyone. Our kids could grow up there,”

“You’re a Sergeant, my love. You’d be needed so much,”

For every point made, Bucky had a rebuttal.

“We’re gonna make this work, sweets. I know it. You can keep this argument up as much as you want but I just know we’re gonna find a way,”

———

“Mama you can’t just go setting me up with Tommy’s boy at the corner store!,” you were fuming.

Your mother went meddling in your love life and stirred the pot

“I want grandchildren, Y/N. Ya brotha is already working on some but I would like my daughter to have some as well,”

“Mama, I don’t want children right now. I wanna focus on myself,” you sighed. You knew Bucky would not like this, “I hate lil’ Tommy. I’m not going on that date so you can tell him I’m not gonna show up. I’m not stepping in the same room as that creep!,”

“What’s all the yelling for?,” your brother stepped in the room

“Mama set me up with lil’ Tommy!,” you whined. You graduated with Tommy, he was a rude ass young man and you despised him. You wondered how such a nasty boy could come from such a wonderful man and lovely woman. It confused you.

“Ew, Mama really?,” your brother frowned, “That youngin’ is disturbed in the head,”

“Oh I’m sure he ain’t that bad,” she waved you two off

“I’m not going on that date with him. I’ll date whoever I want on my own accords,”

“As long as it ain’t no white boy, ya hear?,” she points at you while you set the table up for family dinner. You felt your stomach drop and you looked over to your brother who wouldn’t even make eye contact with you. Your brother had come to terms with you being with Bucky and has grown quite fond of the gentleman.

“What’s wrong with a white man if he likes me?,” you tried your best to act nonchalant but you knew your mama would not change her mind

“Y/N ain’t no white man gonna like you,” she chuckled, “Dem men want one thing and one thing only. Remember dey raped our ancestors and killed us when others found out. We only good to lay in bed wit den dey throw us away,”

“Mama... I know that’s true but I don’t think all white people are like their ancestors. Like the ones that protest with us. They believe in us and what we fight for. I think some are good,”

“Child,” your mother put her hand up to shut you up, “Ain’t no white person messing with a black strictly for love,”

“You’re wrong, Mama,” you felt tears welling in your eyes

“Y/N,” your brother scolded before you said something that you couldn’t take back.

Bucky loved you no matter what his side or your side said. Love was so much more than color.

“What’d you say to me?,” you mother wipes her hands on her apron and stood squinting at you. That look was never good.

“I said you’re wrong,” you swallow. Bucky loves you and you’ll be damned if someone told you otherwise.

“And you know that how? What experience do you have Y/N?,”

Your brother stood in the middle of you two to try and diffuse any tension, “Let’s not argue, pop is on his way back from work,”

“A white man loves me, Mama and no matter what you say, I know he’s not like everyone else,”

Her laughed filled the entire house as if you told the world’s best joke for the next century. Your mama hated white people, for valid reasons but being with Bucky gave you the mindset that not all of them are alike.

“You a damn fool and I didn’t raise to you to be one,” we picked up her knife and began chopping away at carrots.

“We’re gonna have a family one day. We’re gonna move away to be happy. You don’t have to believe me mama but I’m sick of hiding my love for him from the world, I shouldn’t have to hide it from you too,”

“Because there isn’t any love to hide, dammit,” she stabs the knife into the cutting board making you and your brother flinch, “Dem people aren’t capable of any kind of love for us, Y/N and I’ve taught you better than what you’ve got yourself caught up in, in becoming some white man’s whore!,”

You didn’t believe her. You couldn’t bear to listen to this, you grabbed your coat and ran out the door ignoring the calls of your brother.

“Let’eh go!,” your mother shrugged. Your brother knew how her words hurt you. You and you mama had a close relationship but this one thing could have severed it.

You went home hoping Bucky was there waiting for you. You burst through the front doors to find Bucky and Steve. Bucky noticed how you had tears running down your face and how you were hiccuping to catch your breath.

“Doll, what the hell happened? Though you were at dinner with ya parents,”

“M-mama knows about us and she doesn’t believe you could l-love me,” was all you could get out. Your shoulder shook in sobs as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Of course I love you, Y/N. Don’t tell me you believe her,” he did his best to wipe your tears away although they kept falling, “I could never stop loving you,”

“I told her th-that but she said your kind is incapable of loving us past wanting to lay in bed with us,”

You and Bucky know that was bullshit. You two didn’t even start having sex until after you hit the one year mark.

“I just wanna go to a time where our love is believable and accepted,”

Bucky hated to hear you cry. He hated that you were hurt by someone you held so close to your heart.

“Well... that was something me and Steve were just discussing,”

———

“So we’re gonna wake up and still be like this?,” you ask as Peggy helps set you up in the big tube like contraption.

“Exactly the same. You’ll wake up and you’ll still be in your prime,”

“You sure this is what you want, Y/N?,” Bucky looked over to you from his own tube.

You already told your brother your goodbyes. He supported your decision and while it was a hard decision to make... he believed you deserved a chance at being in love with who you wanted.

“I’m positive,” you nodded.

Peggy nodded to her assistant and they pushed a button for the tubes to close.

“Gonna miss you, punk,”

“Maybe we’ll see each other in the future, jerk,”

Bucky and Steve exchanged words before the tubes began to fill with mist.

Your eyes closed with the hopes of waking to a world where things have changed.

———

*Present Day*

You felt stiff as ever like you had been frozen. Maybe because you were... wait.. you were frozen. Were, meaning, you’re awake!

You look around and see Bucky’s space is empty. You confusingly looked around and saw Bucky pacing, waiting for you to wake up.

You groan as you try to open the casing and Bucky’s head jerks in your direction to see you awake and well. He rushed to help you out and cradle you close to his body.

“You took so long to wake up!,” he sighed.

“It didn’t even seem like we were sleep for that lo-,” you look around at the building and see how it’s structure is different, how there’s so much more technological advanced things around you.

“Steve woke me up,”

“He’s here?! What year is it?,”

“2019,” you looked behind you and see Steve in modern clothes. Nice bit of facial hair and a clean hair cut. He didn’t look to bad in the modern light.

“We’ve been asleep for about 80 years? Bucky we’re old!,”

He laughed at you and kissed your forehead, “Apparently were in for a ride of learning new things,”

“Have things changed? C-can we go outside? No more hiding?,”

Bucky held your face secure in his hands, finally getting the chance to kiss you after 80 years.

“No more hiding,”

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I hope this was good enough! I hope y’all enjoyed it. It made me sad writing some of it but I loved it all together!

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Need (3)

Pairing: Professor!Rogers x Reader

Summary: The professor realizes just how mich he wants you.

Warnings: stalking, mention of blood.

A/N: This part will mostly be in Steve’s point of view. Kinda. I’ve decided reader wears glasses and idk why I wrote this, this way.

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‘Why am I doing this? I shouldn’t be doing this.’ Steve thought as he kept following her from a safe distance.

**********

He wasn’t following you at first; he stayed back in his office for probably an hour...or three. He didn’t keep track. He needed to turn in a book, a history book for revision, and comparison. He is writing his own book, telling what actually happened while in the Howling Commandos.

By the time Steve got to the library the sun was setting, and it was a complete ghost town inside. Only spotting two people on his way to his destination. One of them being a janitor. The top floor of the library is where he needed to go, it’s where the special collection is kept. Normally these kinds of books aren’t allowed out of the library, but being older than most of the books in their library has its perks.

Putting the book back in its respective place, and about to return the checkout card, that is when I sees you once more. Hiding out in the back corner, at a table that is covered in notebooks and colorful pens and highlighters. Looking so deep in focus, biting your lip, and flipping through papers only to turn back to your notebook.

Hair tossed up in a messy bun. Glasses hanging at the end of your nose. You look at little bit more disheveled than what he remembered from a couple hours ago. White V-neck t-shirt under a navy blue cardigan. You looked beautiful.

Deciding to stay, Steve began to look through more history books, encyclopedias, and records that would help with his little project. If he was going to stay he might as well get some work done too.

He sat at a table across a very long isle from you. A seat that made sure he could still watch you, without you seeing. If he had, to he could just scoot his chair forward and he would be out of sight.

Steve is there for another 40 minutes or so before he sees her putting all of her notes away. He quickly stacked everything and put it all in his bag, then walking out before she sees him. Waiting by the entrance for you.

‘Why is she out this late? Doesn’t she know this is a dangerous city?’

Then he realized. He shouldn’t be here, he could get fired.

‘Why am I doing this? I shouldn’t be doing this.’ Steve thought as he kept following her from a safe distance.

He was going to turn back, he really was, but she just seemed so vulnerable. How far does she live? ‘I’ll just make sure she gets home safe.’ He decides, but he truly know that now he’s hooked, and he’s not going to stop.

And he didn’t. He not only followed her home but he found out what apartment she lives in. First floor, not very safe, at least the windows to her home are high. Less of a chance of robbery. He also saw her roommate, he recognized her from the coffee shop. Watching her clean up her room Steve realized something.

He’s got it bad.

**********

He held himself back from following her again. Not really by choice. He didn’t see her at the library again. He also avoided the cafe she works at. Not wanting himself to get too close, too fixated. It has been three weeks though, and he doesn’t know how much longer he can keep himself from you. Of all of his classes, yours was his favorite.

You have his class twice a week, every Tuesday and Thursday. Both scheduled at 4:30. He has kept his distance and she has been nothing but a model student.

Steve needs a teachers assistant, and he thinks he’s already found her.

**********

The essays Steve had assigned are finally almost done being graded. Deciding to leave yours last. When he was done going through, your essay was nearly perfect. Maybe he was biased, but he really thought that you’re paper deserved an A.

A grade he rewarded to only six other people. He was going to write an A when an idea struck him.

He grabbed his red marker and marked the paper with a C, writing “see me after class”.

He smiled at his plan and quickly filed it into the bottom of the stack of essays to hand back as students began filing into his classroom.

It’s Thursday.

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You got to Mr.Lee’s class 15 minutes early as per usual. You like being a little bit more than punctual. This was one of your favorite classes to be in but to be honest you’d be glad when it’s over. Math made sense to you but it took work. A lot of work.

Last class, there was a test and you were dying to see how you did. Mostly because he said that this test will be just like the mid-term and a good chunk of the final. You tried really hard, going to the library more often than usual. Well, it isn’t a big accomplishment, you only go the the library once a week. For like 4 hours, but still.

You’re practically bouncing in your seat all class period, since the average score on the test for this class was 82% Mr.Lee thought that we can have a reward. It’s his top priority that his students are understanding his material, and that’s why you like this class.

We are currently watching a movie and those who wanted to leave could, but they would have to wait longer to view their score. You stayed because you worked too hard to wait any longer.

But finally the end of this class was drawing near, and Mr.Lee just checked his watch and was pulling out a big stack of papers. Trying to stay calm just in case your score was bad, and why did this class have to be so big?

He was finally get to you, and he set your packet face down on your desk. Did he put the other students tests face down? You weren’t even paying attention. Now that you have your test, you can leave the class.

Pulling out your phone you call a familiar number, “Wade?” You met him on you way to a book store last year, he actually saved you from being mugged when you thought it was a good idea to take a shortcut through a back alley.

“My common sense it tingling,” you hear him the material of his mask being moved around, “What did you do this time Y/N? Something that shows you’re intelligent I bet. That’s the main trope of your story’s character.”

“You know you don’t sense sometimes, but maybe! I took a test the other day and I’m scared to look. I was hoping a call to you would help calm my nerves.”

“Would an in person meet and greet help?”

“What do y—” you couldn’t finish your sentence before a body landed in front of you on the sidewalk. You let out a loud shriek, then you heard a voice.

“Holy fuck knuckles! That shit hurted.” And you realized who it was.

“Fuck I hate you sometimes.” You sighed.

“I’m hilarious so don’t hate. And that was about as much fun as a sandpaper dildo,” he sits up at looks at you, “wanna kiss it better?” He says gesturing to his backwards foot.

You bend over and turn it back around, despite his cry of pain. Then you offer a hand so he may stand.

You looked down, “ah shit you got some blood on me.” It was only a drop, probably the size of a quarter on your white boyfriend cardigan. Wade pokes his arm and draws a smiley, using the dot on your sweater as an eye.

“Gross.” You smiled.

“Hydrogen peroxide will get that out.” You nodded and began unbuttoning it to take it off. Leaving you in your baby pink cami that was tucked into your high waisted back jeans.

“So... Wanna see my score?” You held out the packet.

“Ah... mhmm... yes.” He mumbled through his mask as he flipped through the pages. “Y/N I’m sorry to have to tell you this but it looks as thought you’ll have to drop out.”

You hit him, “Shut up, let me see.” You snatch it out of his hand before you finished your sentence. By it before you look at your score you smiled at him, “I guess your ‘inperson meet and greet’ did help.”

93%. You were struggling in that class and this will surely boost your grade back up. Squealing you jump at Wade, hugging him. He twirled you around.

“Celebratory chimichangas?” He put you back down and began walking, knowing you’d follow.

“Yeah actually I have roughly an hour and a half before my next class.” You said you you looked down at your phone. “Where should we go?”

“There’s this beautiful woman that has a restaurant somewhere that way.” Wade said point in a general direction.

You didn’t really believe him but two blocks in the direction he pointed was a small restaurant. You wouldn’t have noticed it if Wade hadn’t pointed it out. The lady that ran it was a sweet little old woman.

The food was great, and Wade was able to keep you occupied the entire time. You didn’t even realize how much time had passed before there was only 5 minutes before your next class started.

“Oh SHIT! Fuck IM LATE!” You scrambled pull out your wallet, but end up spilling everything. Wade starts to help you pick up everything that fell out, he stood up with five of your notebooks.

“I paid ahead of time. Sorry read ahead in the script. But let’s go!” He waved at the little lady behind the counter. “Goodbye, my princess.” And blows her a kiss.

“Come on we have to run, slow ass.” he starts pulling you to go faster.

“Jesus, I’ve never been late before. Oh my god.” Starting to get out of breath. About a block and a half closer.

“Really? Never would have guess that.” He says sarcastically. You two are back on campus, and you need to pass two more buildings.

“There! It’s right there,” you say running faster, you get to the front of the building. Wade hands you back your notebooks. You lean over trying to catch your breath.

“4:28. Why was it so important to be on time to this class?”

“Well turns out Mr.America is also Mr.Punctuality.”

“Cap is your teacher? I better skedaddle before he try’s to cut off another arm. Goodbye sunshine.” He taps your nose. “Boop.”

“Bye!” You waved and headed inside, going to the second to last classroom on the left.

You check the time again 4:29, you weren’t late. But it looks like the teacher is going to be. All that worrying for nothing. Not knowing that you were the reason for his tardiness.

**********

Mr.Rogers did show up for class but was about five minutes late. Other than that class went on like normal, you took your notes and worked. Used to the feeling of somebody staring at you, you didn’t want to know who thinking that acknowledging them will encourage them.

‘Wow she looks so adorable, pink suits her well.’ He thought as he watched her, but he began to grow angry as he realized that these boys were looking at his girl.

It was nearing the end of class, so he began passing out the essays. Saving yours for last. Today’s class was small, most students skipped his class once they realized that he wasn’t going to talk about Captain America or the avengers.

Once he got to you he placed your essay on your desk face down gently. He felt a little bad, turning around quickly so he didn’t have to see the disappointment on your face.

You forgotten about the essay, but you thought you had done well when you turned it in. You were having a good day, but this just ruined it. A big C on the corner of your paper. You felt tears beginning to well in your eyes but you blinked them away before they could fall.

You look at the clock and there is 2 minutes left, but the professor dismissed everyone already. You begin packing your stuff up, when you feel a little chilly. Sighing you pull out your cardigan and look at the smiley. Maybe you’ll call Wade again after this. You put it on hoping people will think it’s just a cute little design.

The class was now empty and you walk to the office connected to this classroom. It was more plain than you’d expect, and a lot cleaner too. Almost every other professor’s office you’d been to had been a complete mess. He was sitting behind his desk.

“You said to see you after class?” You say timidly. He gestured to the seat in front of his desk, and you take a seat.

“Yeah let me see that,” he holds out his hand and you lean forward to give him your paper, “I just needed to talk to you.” He crossed out the C and wrote an A right next to it, and stood up.

“What did you need to talk about?” You felt a little better with an improved grade, but a nervous pit in your stomach began to form. We’re you in trouble? He walked around and leaned against his desk in front of you, handing your paper back.

“I have been needing to choose a TA for the semester, and I was wondering if you would like to fill that position?”

“Oh my gosh really? I would love to! What would I need to do?”

He smiled, “Well, regular TA responsibilities like grading, tutoring or mentoring students if and when they need help, stuff like that.”

“Wow, thank you for this opportunity.” At this point you wouldn’t be able to stop smiling.

“It’s no problem. This job will suit you, I can tell.” He sighs and rubs the stubble on his face. “But, you will have to sign a few papers.” He slid walked back behind his desk and pulled a small packet out of his desk drawer. “This isn’t what you would sign with other teachers, but I’m sure you’re aware of my previous profession.” You nodded. “This is just protecting my privacy and it’s basically saying that you won’t do anything that would take away that privacy.” He slid the papers over to you, then putting a pen on top.

“Yeah, okay.” You didn’t read through it before signing, as Mr.Rogers just explained it to you. You put the pen down. “What now?”

Yes, what now? Steve thought.

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Touch it off

Fandom: Marvel Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader Genres: tiny bit of angst, fluff, humor Words: 2.260 Summary: A sudden turn on a mission forces Bucky and reader to seek a place to hide. During the wait Bucky has a surprising request - requested by Anonymous

You have been on countless missions, easy and difficult ones, short and long, dangerous and exhausting.  You were paired up with all of the team, yet nothing could ever prepare you for what you have been faced with now.

A god-only-knows how much time, locked in what looked like storage, with your very good friend. Sure, you wouldn’t be panicking if it was somebody else, but Bucky… Bucky makes your blood boil every time you’re near him.

And no, not in a bad way. He doesn’t annoy you and heavens know you are not scared of him because of what HYDRA made him do. You have met him when he was recovering, trying to regain his memories. You, Sam and Steve had traveled to Romania to save Bucky and you weren’t thinking about anything else than to get everybody somewhere safe.

But then, as the conflict was, more or less, solved and you were staying at Wakanda, you and Bucky have become more than just teammates. You had been supporting Steve where Bucky was in cryo, and then when he was awoken, you had helped him readjust.

Quickly, Bucky and you become friends. Hours spent on talking strengthen the bond between the two of you gradually, and much to your happiness, there were times when Bucky favored your company over Steve’s.

Still, you made sure than two old friends were around each other frequently enough, more often than not ending up as the third participant of movie nights, pranking Sam or simply reading books while cuddling.

Yet, somewhere along the way, when your mind was at ease, when there was nothing threatening, you noticed that Bucky has become significantly more important. You couldn’t imagine not seeing him, even once a day. You had waited for him to knock on your door where a nightmare woke him up in the middle of the night. When something happened, Bucky was the first person you wanted to tell.

It happened quietly, as if you were always meant to fall in love with him, you just needed time to grow to it, just as Bucky. It was easy to be around him and forget about all your worries when he started to joke or sing a song from his past. It wasn’t hard to lose yourself in his stories about old times, or when enthusiasm lit up his ocean-like eyes when he kept rambling about a new thing he discovered.

Of course, you read about soulmates in many books. However, it never occurred to you that the term might be real, might be reflected in your own life. It seemed impossible to feel something that strong, something that fulfilling and earth-shattering to other person.

It all changed when you got to know Bucky. When you realized that you truly thought that his and yours soul were the same.

Or, because to you Bucky’s mind and soul were as rich and beautiful as a galaxy, you and him were made from the same star.

You didn’t utter a word to anyone. Although you were sure that Nat knew (she always knows, nothing can be a secret for too long around her), nobody was to know about what you truly felt for Bucky.

Simply because you did not think he would feel the same way about you. What else could you be to him but a supportive, kind friend?

“Y/N? You okay?” Bucky whispers close to your ear, bringing you back to the present moment. Your situation is problematic, to say the least.

The two of you were supposed to sneak in to a probable HYDRA facility and retrieve the Red Notebook, which somehow got into their hands again. Bucky’s brain was fixed, but better safe than sorry, right?

Well, sure, it was going perfectly until you stumbled upon a room, filled with dozens of armed HYDRA soldiers, looking as if they were waiting for a certain someone to come in. You assumed it was most likely Bucky they were waiting for.

So, you and Bucky did one thing you could at the moment. You ran to a nearest empty place which happened to be a storage. You have sent a message to T’challa, asking for help and now you are stuck in a small space with your crush, who is pressed in a weird position against your back. His arms are propped on a wall in front of you, just above your head, his feet on the floor between your slightly parted legs. And for some reason he’s been trying not to touch the opposite wall, but you didn’t have time to sneak a peak of what’s there.

You rest your forehead on a cold wall, heaving out a sigh.

“I’m fine, Buck. You?”

“You don’t seem fine,” he remarks seriously but you can hear concern in his voice.

“I’m very much fine, really. I just don’t like this place.”

“Yeah, me neither. How long Kitty King said it would take him?”

You roll your eyes, happy that Bucky can’t see you. No matter how long he and T’challa spent with one another, they couldn’t stop picking on each other. The bickering seemed to their way of communication and various sarcastic nicknames soon subbed for their real names.

“An hour, more or less. I’m counting on less.”

“Same here, doll. I don’t think I can bear much.”

“What, you’re not happy to be in my company?” you tease, glancing at his over your shoulder. You can hardly see more than his jaw and his lips, which are curled up in a smirk.

“Nope, that’s a huge perk of being stuck here. It’s just that- you won’t panic, will you Y/N?”

A cold shiver runs down your spine but you brace yourself and shake your head.

“Good, ‘cause there’s a loaded grenade launcher behind my back.”

“A what?!” you shriek, suddenly very fond of the wall as you press yourself further into it, folding your arms on your chest. You place your palms flat onto the wall, your head resting on them.

Bucky shifts a bit closer to you, gaining a small, yet oh so important distance from the weapon.

“Why the hell is it loaded?”

“Dunno, Y/N.”

“Who keeps a loaded grenade launcher in a tiny storage?”

“Maybe they wanted to have it close at hand?”

“Bucky!”your voice rises an octave and Bucky shushes you.

“Just breathe, doll. T’challa is going to rescue us and we’re going to get out alive from here.”

“Promise?”

“Yeah, promise.”

“Alright,” you smile softly as Bucky leans in and kisses the top of your head. Of course, dread doesn’t leave you mind, it skyrockets as you realize that Bucky would be the first one to het the blow.

Damn him and his gentlemanly manners.

“Buck?”

“Yeah?”

“If we get out of here, I’ll make you a pile of pancakes.”

“When we get out of here, Y/N.”

“Okay, when we’re out of here, I’ll make you pancakes.”

“Sounds great. With maple syrup and marshmallows?”

“Sure, whatever you want. By the way, how can you stomach so much sweetness it’s beyond me.”

He shrugs a little, a small movement that sends tickles over body.

“It’s yummy and I love it.”

“Super-soldiers,” you mumble with mocked disbelief, but there’s fondness in your voice and it makes Bucky chuckle soundlessly, his chest vibrating against your back.

You can’t stop a shiver from coursing through your body.

“You’re cold?”

“No, it’s nothing.”

“Y/N?”

“Yes, Buck?”

“This may be our last moment alive - ”

“You’re such an optimist, James.”

“Let me finish, doll. As I was saying, this may be our last moment alive, which is way I want to ask you something.”

His voice sounds oddly bashful and you want to turn around and look at him, but you know you can’t. The launcher could fire, depriving Bucky of a chance to say what he has in mind.

Bucky takes a deep breath and only now you realize how nervous he is. The jesting and lighthearted tone was only a façade, most likely meant for you to stop panicking. But the truth was – Bucky was beyond anxious, stuck in a small space with you, the girl who made him believe in love again, who made him want to share his every waking moment with her, who he wanted to see the first thing in the morning and the last at night.

Sure, for a very long time he only thought of you as a great friend and frankly, never even considered a possibility that you might want something more, yet now, when he was face to face with the possibility of missing his chance, Bucky decided that there he couldn’t wait anymore.

“Can I kiss you?”

Time freezes, for both of you. Bucky’s afraid that with that question he’s ruined your friendship and you frown, unable to believe your own ears.

Has your mind tricked you?

“W-what?” you cleverly ask, shifting a little to be able to gaze at him.

Bucky’s tongue glides over his bottom lip as his eyes drop at your parted mouth.

“I know I never gave you a sign, doll, but damn, now I know I should. I was a blind idiot, so forgive me for wasting so much time.”

“O-okay,” you mutter and Bucky nods.

“So, I’m gonna kiss you now.”

“Sure,” you smile and tilt your head to the side when Bucky leans in. Your lips meet and even though the position is not very comfortable, you wouldn’t want it any other way.

The kiss is tender and chaste only at the beginning. It quickly turns into an intense, hungry one, both of you desperate to taste one another and you moan breathlessly when Bucky’s tongue rubs against yours in the second you part your lips.

His flesh hand lands on your hip, the metal one remains propped onto the wall as you reach to hold onto it while your other hand tangles into his hair, pulling him closer.

You only break the kiss for a short moment when the two of you need a breath, but as soon as your lungs are refilled with air, your lips are locked again, not having enough of each other.

The two of you are way too lost in one another to hear the sound of shooting, quickened footsteps and shouting in Russian. Surely, with your senses invaded and focused only on Bucky, you are too overwhelmed to fathom that the facility is very quiet.

Much to your surprise, the door to the storage is swung open and you pull away from Bucky with a yelp, covering your mouth with the hand you had in Bucky’s hair.

“They’re fine. Found them making out in a storage at the back,” Sam reports into his com, amusement evident in his voice and you wish that the Earth opened up and swallowed you.

Of course, nothing of that sorts happens and you have to walk past snickering Sam as, with Bucky’s help, you squeeze yourself out of the small room. Before you close the door, you look in the opposite corner and your eyes grow wide, your blood boiling with not lust but anger.

“James Buchanan Barnes!” you growl, spinning around and marching towards the man.

“Y-yes, babydoll?” you got to admit, he tries to keep his cool, despite looking more than frightened.

“Are your eyes fine? I mean, do you maybe need glasses?” you sync your steps with his, being now at his side as you stare at him with feign worry.

“No, why are you asking, my beautiful angel?”

“Don’t sugar me, the launcher wasn’t loaded.”

“You told her it was loaded?!” Sam gives in to the laughter, cackling loudly as he pats Bucky’s back while passing him. Bucky gulps and tries to sport an innocent look.

“Y/N, please-“

“Stop with puppy eyes, you’re in so much trouble once we’re back in Wakanda.”

“But pancakes?” he whines and you throw your arms in the air.

“No pancakes for you. No cuddles and no Eskimo kisses either.”

“Y/N, doll, please!”

“No, Bucky,” you say sternly and climb into a quinjet, Bucky following  suit. Before you can take a seat next to Sam, who’s the pilot, Bucky drops onto his knees in front of you and wraps his arms tightly around your hips. You roll your eyes at him.

“I’m sorry.”

“You better be.”

“I’m a fool.”

“There’s no denying it.”

“I’m only a fool for you,” he murmurs and pouts adorably and you can feel yourself melting at the sight.

“You guys are so fucking sappy,” Sam mumbles, though he doesn’t sound disgusted. There’s an odd fondness in his voice. “Y/N, he meant well, he’s just incapable of showing his emotions without life-threatening danger looming over his head. He created favorable circumstances.”

“Is that true?” you quirk up a brow and Bucky nods his head fervently.

“Are you comfortable in this position?” you ask, spinning your finger over your lower half and Bucky.

“Yes, why?” he knits his brows a little although the sparkles in his eyes tell you that he knows what you meant.

“You’re gonna be in it a lot tonight,” you announce and laugh when Sam lets out a heavy sight, mumbling something about not being paid enough to deal with this shit.

You giggle when you feel Bucky’s head pressing against your stomach and you comb your fingers through his hair.

Even if the danger wasn’t real, what Bucky said was, and you think you can forgive the little antic.

After all, you gained a whole lot more.  

[dblukauskis]

Forgetting Maya Hansen (Part 8)

Tony x Reader

 Summary – After breaking up with his long term girlfriend, Tony decides to take a vacation to Hawaii in order to cope with the pain; for his misfortune, his ex – girlfriend, Maya, is also staying at the same hotel as Tony, but she’s with her new boyfriend..  

Warnings – None

Word Count - 2349

Notes - Hey guys!!! I’m so sorry!!! It’s taken forever to update, and my computer had some trouble, pleaseee if you want to be tagged and if you asked me to tag you, send me a message again, I’m soooo sorry, but  I hope you like this part!!!

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 @bigbadwolfhale

Tony reached the bar faster than he thought he would, he had intended on heading to his room after his date with (Y/N), but he had been halfway there when he decided to head to the bar to get something to eat and drink.

Inside the bar he found Victor Vision sitting at the bar, his hand curled around a glass and his head propped over his other hand as he looked at Fandral, the nice looking guy that Steve had told Tony, worked for Thor and Steve during the weekends.

“Hey guys” said Tony as he pulled a chair out and sat down next to Vision.

Vision turned to look at him, and gave him a soft smile before he picked up his glass and took a drink, Tony glanced at Fandral.

“Hey, man” nodded Fandral “I’m Fandral, what can I help you with?”

“I’m Tony” nodded Tony, wondering how was it that everyone who worked at the hotel managed to be so nice. “A beer would be nice”

“Of course” smiled Fandral, he turned away from the bar and Tony glanced at Vision.

“You ok?”

“Yeah” Vision answered, he looked down at the dark liquid in his glass.

“Where’s your wife?”

“She’s up at the room” answered Vision, he frowned and turned to Tony just as Fandral reached Tony and handed him his drink.

“Thanks”

“Sure” Fandral shifted his weight from one leg to the other and then crossed his arms over his chest “Is your wife going to join you?”

“Not for a while” shrugged Vision.

“You’re a newlywed, why do you have that look on your face?” asked Tony, Fandral glanced at Tony “You look like you saw a ghost, man”

“It’s just… Vision blushed, he wasn’t sure if he should talk about this, but it was hard, he wasn’t sure how this was supposed to work but he knew he had to talk to someone about it.

Fandral and Tony glanced at each other as they waited for Vision to find the way to utter the words he was looking for.

“I don’t think I’m really good at this, at all” Vision finally sighed, “This being newly married thing”

“How can you be bad at it?” asked Tony.

“Wanda” a small smile spread over Vision’s face, and Tony wondered if everyone who was in love looked like Vision did. “She’s the only girl I’ve ever loved” he looked at Fandral “And I don’t know if what we’ve been doing is something she’s been liking”

“You mean sex?” asked Tony, Fandral pressed his lips into a thin line to avoid a chuckle.

“Yes” nodded Vision “I haven’t been with a lot of girls before and I don’t want to disappoint her”

“Look” said Fandral, “This would be much easier if you talked to Wanda,” he shrugged “I don’t think she’ll get upset if you do”

“I agree” shrugged Tony, he took a sip from his beer “She seems nice”

“Yeah, maybe you guys are right” he shook his head and turned to Tony “Where have you been?”

“Um… Tony looked down at his beer “I was out with (Y/N)”

“Like on a date?” asked Vision, a smile over his face as he looked at the man.

“Something like that” nodded Tony as he looked at Vision.

“You did not go on a date with (Y/N)” a voice slithered into their conversation, Tony’s head snapped to the left and he noticed a tall and slender man, his jet black hair was combed back and his piercing green eyes were staring at Tony.

“Where did you come from?” asked Fandral as he looked at the man.

“Kamala said she couldn’t make it, I came to cover for her” shrugged the pale man, he glanced at Tony.

“We did go out” said Tony, something in him urging him to defend his ground.

The man rolled his eyes “I’m sure you think strippers like you too”

“Loki!” snapped Fandral as he turned to look at him “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I’m just saying” Loki said, his voice not rising, he grabbed a glass and started to clean in “(Y/N) never goes out with anyone, not since she got here, and now you expect me to believe that she went out with him?” he pointed at Tony, he looked at Fandral.

“You said the same thing about Sam and Nat, and you were wrong” pointed out Fandral.

Loki looked at Fandral “I never said they wouldn’t hit it off, I said he was probably never going to get the nerve to ask her out” he glanced at Tony “(Y/N) has too much character to go out with him”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence” Tony rolled his eyes.

“Anytime, I’m here all week”

“Who are you?” asked Vision as he looked at Loki.

“He’s Thor’s brother” answered Fandral, Loki looked at Fandral and raised an eyebrow at him, Fandral smirked and shook his head as he turned to Vision “And my boyfriend”

“Charming” said Tony as he rolled his eyes.

“I know” sighed Fandral, Loki smirked and looked down at the glass he was cleaning just as a young woman wearing a nice summer dress waltzed into the bar.

“Vizh!” her cheerful voice echoed as she hurried towards the bar.

The group turned to look at her as she reached the group and her hand flew out to grab Vision’s, a smile over her face, her wavy hair flopping around her as she looked at her husband.

“I’ve been looking for you, sweetheart”

“I came out for a drink” smiled Vision, his eyes shining as he looked at her.

“Well,” a soft blush spread over her face “What do you say we go back to the room?”

A blush crossed Vision’s face, he glanced at Fandral by the rear of his eyes, Fandral gave him a smile and Vision turned to her “Of course,” maybe Fandral was right, Wanda was amazing and he was sure that if he talked to her, he could get rid of his worries.

“Come on then” she gave him a tug and he stood up, he turned to the men and gave them a short nod before he allowed Wanda to pull him away, his body sizzling under the touch of the most amazing woman he had ever met.

“She seems nice” pointed out Fandral.

“They’ll be fine” nodded Tony, before he took a sip from his beer and just before Loki dropped another of his unwanted comments.

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 Maya groaned as she rolled to her side, Killian moving away from her as soon as he felt her arm leave his chest; she had asked her assistant to only transfer her calls after noon and she was pretty sure it was still early morning, too early to be getting phone calls she didn’t want.

She opened her eyes and grabbed her phone that lay over her night stand, she answered it without much of a glance to the caller ID; she pressed the phone against her ear and close her eyes once more, dropping over her pillow and feeling like heaven.

“Hello”

“Maya, hey” the male voice at the other side made her open her eyes.

“Julian, hi” she said, she frowned for a moment “Is everything alright?” she knew that if Julian was calling, something must be up.

“Um, nor entirely” he answered, Maya could feel her heart racing, and next to her Killian was about to fall asleep once more, his back to her.

“What’s going?” she asked, she glanced at Killian “You’re scaring me”

“Maya, I have bad news about the show” he sighed, Maya pushed herself up to a sitting position “I got a call this morning, and… the show has been cancelled, Maya”

Maya felt her heart drop, she frowned as Killian turned on his back, he opened his eyes and glanced at her, the young woman passed a hand through her hair.

“Thanks for the call Julian” she said softly, she pulled the phone away from her ear and hung up before Julian could even say another word.

“What’s wrong?” asked Killian, he crossed his arms behind his head.

“The show has been cancelled” she explained, turning to look at him.

“But that’s good, right?” he said, his eyes scanning her “That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it is” she shrugged “I just thought we had more time, I don’t know”

Killian pushed himself up to a sitting position and set his hand over her lap “This could be good for us, you know?”

“You think?” she turned to look at him.

“Of course” he nodded “Now you wont have any problems in going with me on the book tour”

Maya looked at him, a frown forming over her face as he smiled tenderly back at her, his clear eyes shining as the ocean breeze filtered into the room.

“What book tour?” she asked.

“The tour I’m doing for the new Extremis book” explained Killian, he gave her leg a squeeze. “We can go to the beach and shopping, you always said you wanted some time to get to know Paris”

“Paris?!” she gasped “This tour is around Europe?”

“Yeah” nodded Killian “Berlin, Paris, Prague, Rome, Madrid” he smiled.

“When is this tour happening? And why is this the first time I hear about it, Aldrich?”

Killian’s smile slowly faded from his face as he looked at his girlfriend “It starts in about three weeks, I thought I’d told you about it, it’ll be about two months”

“What?!” she snapped “Are you insane? Of course you didn’t tell me about it! What the hell, Aldrich?! I cant just pack up and leave for a tour and be gone for two months! I have work”

“Um” he narrowed his eyes as he looked at her “Actually you don’t, your show just got cancelled, so” he shrugged.

Maya glared at him, her eyes flaring up with anger, she grabbed the sheets of the bed and threw them off her legs before she swung them over the edge of the bed and stood up.

“Maya, babe come on!”

“Leave me alone!” she hissed, storming towards the bathroom, Killian followed her with his sight and rolled his eyes as she slammed the door behind herself; maybe he should have told her before about the tour, but still, she was overreacting, he ruffled his hair and swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, if she needed her space, then he was going to give it to her.

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 Tony strolled into the bar, his eyes darting instantly towards the bar to check who was serving drinks at that time; relief washing over him as he saw that Loki was gone and now in his place was standing a pretty and energetic young girl, which Tony assumed was Kamala, the girl Loki was covering for the night before.

He glanced around the place, expecting to see someone from (Y/N)’s group of friends, but instead his eyes landed over a table where a single woman was sitting at; nursing a glass of something he assumed was whiskey.

Tony glanced over his shoulder and then turned back to the woman at the table and walked up towards it.

“Maya, hi” said Tony, he pushed his hands into the pockets of his pants.

Maya’s head snapped towards Tony, and from all the time they had been together, Tony could tell there was something in her eyes that was bothering her.

“Tony” she whispered. “Hey”

“How are you?” he asked.

“I have bad news”

“Killian gave you genital herpes?” he asked, his eyebrow shooting up, Maya frowned and rolled her eyes at him.

“No, and why would I tell you that?”

“I don’t know” he shrugged, he glanced at the empty seat and pulled it out, sitting without much of an invitation because he was hurt with Maya, but he could also tell that something was wrong. “What happened?”

“Crime Scene has been cancelled” she sighed, her eyes dropping back to the glass she had in her hands.

“Whoa, wow, I’m sorry to hear that, are you all right?” he set his hands over the table and leaned over it.

“Yeah, yeah” she nodded and looked at him from under her lashes “I mean, I’ve been waiting to take the next step, you know that, into features, so it’s a really good thing”

“Ok,” Tony sighed “You can cut the crap, this isn’t SHIELD Confidential, you can be honest with me, Hansen”

“I don’t wanna step out of the spotlight and then be forgotten” she passed a hand through her hair and the way her eyes softened made Tony’s heart clench. “I’m freaked out, like really freaked out, ok? Because apparently, the only actresses that can actually survive are the ones that show their tits, and excuse me, but I refuse to do that” Tony’s lips quirked into a soft smile as he heard her rant and pour her heart out in a way she hadn’t don’t in a long time. “I have a little dignity, and I’m not gonna do that, you hear me?”

“I hear you” he nodded, she looked at him and dropped her shoulders “Listen, you’re gonna be fine, you have a long career ahead of you, I know you’re gonna be fine, Maya, your manager is talking about the Wonder Woman movie, you’ll be fine”

“You’re always good at cheering me up, Tony” she smiled at him “Thank you, really”

“Hey, don’t worry about it” he reached forward and set his hand over hers, giving it a soft squeeze; Maya looked down at their hands, her heart squeezing in her chest as she remembered all the times Tony had been next to her, ready to clean her tears, to cheer her up, to cook for her, to learn how to do things just so she could laugh.

That was Tony, Tony who had always been next to her, Tony who had always had her back.

“Where’s Aldrich?” he asked, pulling her out of her thoughts.