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[brigidfromthecelts]

Healing Hands (Law X FemReader)

Summary: You were somewhat of a slave on your previous crew - if you could call them that - and now that you are with the Heart Pirates, you don't really want to bother anyone.

Until you ask your captain to remove that awful Jolly Roger tattoo that covers very intimate places that he now has to touch.

Notes: For MATURE readers only! Implied/referenced abuse - Mild Sexual Content

This is very likely a one time thing. I was just trying to do a character study on Law and it escalated! Also, this is quite raw, compared to my usual works. I did not want to waste too much time on this since it was mostly writen on a whim!

Ps: English is not my first language so I apologise in advance for any spelling/grammar mistakes.

Word count: 3650

Link for A03 if you rather read there.

The first time it happened it was very light. Just a deep pressure behind your eyes, a throbbing of sorts that came and went. It was bearable, for a while, then it became bothersome so you thought that some medicine might help and stopped by the sick bay. 

Luckily, the captain was nowhere in sight, and you could go by your business unannounced. You did not want to upset your captain! You had barely exchanged two full sentences with him since you joined the Heart Pirates, and to say that he intimidated you was not enough. 

So you took some headache pills from the shelf and went on your way. 

Only two days had passed when it happened the second time and this time the pain was sharper and it came with nausea and a sensitivity to bright light and loud noises. Grunting you made your way to the sick bay again and popped an extra pill, just to be sure it would pass. Thank God the captain was away again. 

The third time happened the morning after and it felt like dying, surely. Your skull was being split into two by an invisible axe and you could barely get out of bed. You went into the bathroom to empty your stomach on the toilet but it was already empty so you were dry heaving for about ten minutes, large tears staining your puffed up red cheeks. 

And the pain did not relent. 

You knew why this was happening, really. You had been deprived of using your devil fruit powers for such a long time by those cursed sea prism cuffs that, now that you were free to use them, your body was resenting the newfound freedom. 

Maybe this time you should go to your captain. This could be beyond your expertise. 

You got up on wobbly steps and exited your room. The Polar Tang was bustling with activity, with everyone already on their posts and working hard. Everyone but you. As you were approaching Law’s quarters, you heard him yell and berate someone over - it seemed, since there was no response - the Den Den Mushi. He seemed pretty mad. 

So you backed away. 

You could do this on your own. All these angry words were making your skin crawl and you could feel your jaw clenching which, in turn, just made your head hurt more and more. You could not help this natural reaction that your body had when presented with stressful situations. 

The captain of your former crew -... Wait, could you even call them crew if all they did was kidnap you, place cuffs on you, force you to being with them and abuse you every day? You shouldn't, really. But it was ingrained deep into you that he was your owner and captain . And you should obey him. Anyway, he always yelled. So much yelling. 

So your natural reaction to it was to escape. Which you did, even if your head was throbbing and you could barely see where you were going. 

You bumped into something - someone - soft and almost fell down on your butt. Hastily apologising to Bepo, who helped steady you, since you could barely stand on your own legs, you looked into his eyes and implored.

“Don't tell the captain, Bepo, please!"

And then you ran away again, seeking refuge in the med bay and thinking about downing the entire bottle of headache pills, wondering how many could the human body sustain before shutting down. 

Taking deep calming breaths, you sat on the infirmary bed. Just to get it together since the world was spinning around you and you did not know what to do to stop it. 

There was your friend, nausea, making an appearance as well. 

So you groaned and laid back. Just a minute. Just until everything stopped hurting. 

Then it hit you. You could just use a bit of your powers. Maybe it would help. Oh, for sure it would help. Why didn't you think of it earlier? 

Raising your right hand in the air and lowering your index finger made all the sounds stop. You sighed. The outer world had stopped existing and it was bliss for a second. 

Then you lowered your ring finger because everything was still so very bright, even without your eyes open, so taking away your sight would make that stop hurting. Surely. 

And it did. For a moment.

Next was the smell because the nausea was attacking you again and the smell of alcohol in this room was overwhelming. So you lowered your middle finger and the nausea subsided a bit. 

You thanked whatever deity had helped you find the right fruit, because being able to just shut down your senses was definitely a bliss. 

But the incessant throbbing was still there. Maybe you should turn off your sense of touch as well. Would it help? 

You were about to lower your pinky when you felt a very strong hand enveloping your own and you gasped, though no sound reached your ears. Opening your eyes, you were momentarily confused because you couldn't see anything, until your pained and tired brain clicked and you let go of the hold you had in your senses by relaxing your hand. 

And all at once, sound, smell and vision came to you and you were overwhelmed by your captain. His staring was cool and hard and he was berating you with angry words. He smelled of soap and antiseptic and it was all too much. You just wanted to retreat again. 

Sitting up and raising your hand again, getting ready to use your powers, once more, you made yourself appear smaller, your legs against your chest, your free arm enveloping your knees, but Law’s grip was firm on your hand and he was not letting you use your powers. 

“What do you think you're doing? How long has this been going on? Why didn't you come talk to me? I'm the doctor of this ship! Not just your captain.”

You felt tears sting in the back of your eyes but tears just made your last captain angrier so you bit them back, swallowing a sob. Your hand twitched. You wanted to retreat into yourself so badly. 

“Stop trying to use your powers. If you're in pain, I'll help. You don't have to do everything alone.” 

Now this time a sob really escaped your lips. No one had cared about you or about helping you for so long. You didn't know what it felt like to get someone's help. 

“What hurts? You need to talk to me.”

He wasn't yelling anymore since your hand stopped twitching, but his gaze was so cold and intense . 

“Head.” Your voice was weak and fragile. And so, so broken.

He took out a flashlight from the desk’s drawer and examined your irises. Then  he told you to open your mouth and you groaned at the effort. 

“Dizziness?” You nodded softly. “Nausea?” You nodded once more and your hand grasped the sheets because the world was spinning again. “When was the last time you ate?” You shrug. Honestly you have no idea. “Drink?”

“I can't keep anything in my stomach.” It hurt just to talk. 

“Lay back. I'll start an IV. You're dehydrated."

You obeyed and closed your eyes. He wasn't looking at your face when a fat tear rolled down your cheek. It felt nice to be taken care of, for once. 

You felt a sting when the needle punctured your skin but barely flinched. “Next time, come to me. I don't bite.”

You nodded stiffly but realised that he needed an explanation. “My last captain didn't like to be disturbed.”

You barely whispered. 

“Well, your last captain was a dick and I thought that we had already established that.”

He knew some of the story. You didn't share everything with your new crew. They found you in chains, on one of your former captains punishments and put two and two together with the little information you had provided. They knew you were some sort of slave. You just didn't share much more than that. 

The medication he had put in the IV was helping because the pain was subsiding and you sighed. 

“If there's a next time, I'll be sure to find you.” You said and he nodded. 

There was a beat of silence and he shifted on his chair. He was probably going to leave because he had other businesses to attend to other than keep you company, but, suddenly, you needed him there with you, so you opened your mouth and immediately regretted bringing up the subject. 

“Can you erase tattoos?”

His dark eyes bore into yours and you gulped while looking elsewhere.

“Yes, but I thought that they hadn't marked you.” He looked at your bare arms and legs - since you still had your pyjamas on. 

“They did. You just can't usually see it…” You felt your cheeks turn beet red. You should not have mentioned this. “Forget it, it's fine. It doesn't bother me that much.” You could feel your eyes stinging again. 

“Clearly it does.” He leaned back on the chair and crossed his arms. “Do you want to show me?”

Not really. You didn't even know why you brought it up. Other than the fact that everytime you undressed or took a shower you wanted to use a knife and cut that damn tattoo off of you. 

“It's big.”

That was an understatement. It was huge. 

“Show me.” Well that was an order. And you were used to those. So you sighed deeply, trying to gather some courage. 

He was a doctor, he was a handsome man. He had definitely seen boobs before. There was nothing to fear. 

Slowly you lifted your pyjama's shirt, making sure you kept your nipples covered with your hands - trying to maintain some dignity, at least - while your eyes looked at anything other than his face. 

Law got up and you heard a low grunt erupting from deep in his throat. “That dick did this to you?”

You nodded and suddenly your throat felt very tight. “He did.” You could feel Law’s eyes roaming around your body. The tattoo of the previous crew Jolly Roger was carved in the middle of your sternum but, since the Jolly Roger was of an octopus, it's tentacles were everywhere. Two of them enveloped your breasts in a very sexualized manner, there were two that escaped to the back, two just roamed around your stomach and the other two disappeared beneath the hem of your shorts. 

And those were the ones Law was staring at, his eyes dark and his lips a thin line. You gulped, self conscious of your body and covered up. 

“It's no big deal. It's been there for the last five years anyway…” And you could still feel the way your last captain touched you to mark your skin. Your turned your face away from Law, stifling a very small sob. You hated feeling this weak and pathetic. But there was nothing that you could do about it. 

After five years of constant abuse, it was instinctive. 

“I can do it whenever you want.” His voice betrayed nothing. But his eyes were as cold as death. 

“Would right now be okay?” Had that sounded desperate? Because you were pretty sure you could not take another bath scrubbing yourself raw until everything turned red. 

He nodded. “Just going to let Bepo know that I'll be busy. We should let the IV finish as well, so you have strength.”

And he left you without another word, but you could see him clenching his fists and could feel his aura and he was beyond angry. 

You closed your eyes and tried to rest a bit. The pain in your head had finally subsided. 

-*-

You woke up to a burning sensation in your stomach and hissed through your teeth while lifting up your head. 

“I'm sorry, does it hurt? I anaesthetised you, so it shouldn't be too bad.” You shook your head. You'd known worse pain than this. “You were sound asleep so I started on your back then proceed to the stomach area. It's done.”

You looked down and he was right. A big part of it was gone. Most of the tentacles and the Jolly Roger were gone. You were really out of it for not having felt anything. 

“For the rest of the tentacles you need to… Remove your clothes.” Was that a hint of a blush on his face? Because yours was burning up. 

You nodded slowly. “Now?” He also nodded so you took a deep breath and took off your shirt. It was just boobs. And nipples. The last crew had seen them on a daily basis anyway and you were pretty sure that Law was just going to look at them in a medical way, not oggle at them and try to touch them like the other pirates did. 

Somehow, very secretly, you were glad that the last captain only wanted you to himself. You would not have survived long by being abused by everyone in the crew. 

Yep, that was definitely a blush on his cheeks. You gulped and tried to look anywhere but his face, but it was hard. He was so… intriguing… 

Law hissed trough his teeth and flexed his fingers. “I have to touch you. It's the way this works. Can I?” You nodded but he closed his eyes firmly. “I know what you've been trough - at least what you do share, clearly not enough - so I need verbal consent this time, okay? Can I touch your breasts?”

Your stomach summersaulted at this affirmation and you were pretty sure that your heart had skipped a beat. Thankfully you weren't on any monitor or that would've been flagrant. “Yes, you can touch me.”

And as soon as his long fingers started to trace the tattoo on your skin, you felt like molten lava. He was just using his fingertips and his touch was so light, yet it was igniting a fire in your belly that you didn't know was there. 

You were pretty sure that your mouth hung open since the minute he started to touch you but you couldn't care less. This feeling was overwhelming . You gulped and glanced at his face. His brows were scrunched together and his jaw was clenched tight. You could see little prespiration beads forming in his forehead. Was he using that much of his power? Or was it just the concentration? 

His fingertips grazed your erect nipple and you bit your lower lip to stifle a moan. What was wrong with you? He was a doctor! He was doing a procedure! And you were getting turned on like crazy! 

You closed your eyes tight and took a deep shaky breath. Vaguely a lone thought passed through your mind. You had never been touched like this. In such a gentle way. No touch had ever ignited this… desire within you. 

You could feel your heart beating somewhere between your legs and you knew that that was no place for it to be beating so you tried to think of something else. 

But you couldn't think of anything else. 

Because this man was fire and desire and he was literally burning himself into your skin. Your hands clasped the sheets tight and you fought very hard not to arch your back and lean into his touch. 

“Does it hurt?” His voice was somewhat affected as well. He seemed… drunk. But certainly not on booze. 

“No!” You should've just kept your mouth shut tight because your no came out accompanied with an earth shattering moan that you were trying to contain since he started to touch you. He gasped and removed his hands. You turned tomato red and covered your mouth with your own hand. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean…” 

Didn't mean what, genius? To be so turned on by your touch? To give in to pleasure? To want to have your lips on my nipples and your cock inside me? Shit. You should get a grip. 

His hands were on the bed and he hung his head down, taking a deep breath. Was this affecting him too? 

“Maybe you should use your powers.” His voice was so low that you weren't sure he had spoke at all. “Remove your sense of touch so I can do this.” The silence was stifling. “And remove mine, as well…”

When you didn't answer he lifted his head and you could see his eyes. He seemed lost, like he had never felt quite like this before. So you felt bold. 

“I want to feel you.” You forced yourself to stare at him while you said those words and you couldn't care less if your head was fuming with embarassment. “Do you want to feel me…?”

He opened his mouth to answer but closed it immediately, taking a deep breath instead. “I'm your captain.”

“So?"

“Your experience with previous captains was terrible. I don't want to make you uncomfortable.”

Your hand traveled all the way up to his and your touch was feather light. “You're not making me feel uncomfortable. You're helping me heal.”

And that was the truth, because his touch was healing emotional scars as much as the physical ones and he should know that. 

His eyes burned through yours and he seemed to be waging war inside of himself. 

A small nod. 

You could count that as a win. So you settled back again. Inhaling deeply and trying to control your emotions. You could use your powers as he had suggested. But you wanted to feel him . 

“I need you to… Lower your shorts… Please.”

Your head snapped up and you stared at your boobs. He was done already with the tentacles of the breasts? Okay, so this was fast. You could get trough this. 

Gulping, your hands found the hem of your shorts and you pulled them down, along with your panties. You heard Law’s shaky exhale while he looked at you. You knew the two tentacles trailed over the mound of your pussy and wrapped themselves around your thighs. So you lifted your knees and  opened your legs slightly before he had to ask you to. 

It took a while before he touched you and you were starting to feel self conscious. “Is… Is everything alright?”

He grunted and held his index finger up, like asking you to wait, while his eyes remained closed. For an instant you thought that he was reviewing the process in his head, but then your eyes traveled down his pants - unintentionally - and you could see the outline of his hardened cock tight against his pants. 

So he was as aroused as you were. 

Blushing, you were just about to give some mercy to this man and to use your powers when he opened his eyes and, with a very determined look, started to touch you. 

And by everything that was sacred, there were so many nerves down there, and it was like they were all tingling, right now. 

You instantly clenched your jaw and grasped the sheets. His touch was harsher now, needier it seemed. He was using both hands - maybe trying to finish this faster? - and the sensations were intensifying by the second. 

A burning sensation all around, a tightness in your belly and an ache - like something was missing - in your core. His fingers were so deft and long and hot and you needed them inside you so desperately .

You bit your lip and couldn't help but arch your back a little when his finger almost touched your clit. He grunted and hissed through his teeth but he did not stop. 

Aparently, two hands truly worked faster because he moved his position and was now staring at your tighs - and probably at your dripping wet self. 

“You're going to kill me.” He muttered between his teeth but before you could reply, he had one hand on each of your tighs and his touch was now rough but not at all unkind and you moaned so hard your throat hurt. 

“Fuck, Law. Maybe take a break. I-... I'm…” Everything was overwhelming and his touch was igniting you and you just knew that you were going to fold and come even without his fingers inside of you, if he didn't remove his fucking hot hands from you. 

“I'm almost done.” His grunt was almost animal like and this time - maybe on purpose or maybe because he was being a bit sloppy with his work - his thumb did brush your clit. 

“Law!” You screamed and squirmed and your legs clenched while you rode out your waves of pleasure. 

God, nothing ever had felt quite like this. And this was the result of this man's blessed hands. You noticed that he was panting as well. A very deep blush was covering his cheeks, as were yours. 

“I'm sorry…” You started, a bit ashamed now. 

He inhaled and regained a bit of composure. “Don't ever say you're sorry about your pleasure. You and I both know you've suffered enough.”

You nodded while a lone tear traveled across your cheek. 

“Your tattoo is gone now. Hopefully I was able to replace the awful memories associated with it.” 

Your mirthful laugh made him lift his eyes to meet yours and he looked surprised. You realised that it was because this was the first time that you had actually laughed since boarding the Polar Tang. “Yes, you were.”

“Are you alright?” He asked, his cool demeanour almost back in place. You nodded softly and he hooked another fluid bag to your IV and told you to rest for a while. 

His hand lingered on your arm, you noted. 

And as you closed your eyes you couldn't help but think that you were alright indeed. 

Albeit, perhaps a bit in love with Trafalgar Law.

[viennafantasies]

𝜗𝜚- Character's I write for

Outer Banks: jj maybank, rafe cameron, john b routledge

The Vampire Diaries: damon salvatore, stefan salvatore, klaus mikaelson, kai parker, kol mikaelson, elijah mikaelson, jeremy gilbert, enzo st john

Pretty Little Liars: toby cavanaugh, caleb rivers, Jason dilaurentis

Glee: santana lopez & sam evans

Once Upon A Time: killian jones & peter pan

Brooklyn Nine Nine: jake peralta

Gossip Girl: chuck bass & nate archibald (for now)

Riverdale: archie andrews & jughead jones

The Office: luke cooper & jim halpert

Stranger Things: steve harrington & billy hargrove

Cobra Kai: miguel diaz, robbie keene & hawk aka: eli horowitz

The X Files: fox mulder

American Horror Story: tate langdon, kit walker, kyle spencer

Pen15: dustin long, brandt

Outnumbered: jake

Marvel: loki laufeyson, steve rogers, bucky barnes, peter parker

DC: bruce wayne, clark kent, dick grayson, joker

Hunger Games: finnick odair & peter malarky, ps. I haven't done cornelius bc I haven't watched the new movie :)

Harry Potter: ron weasley, draco malfoy, blaise zabini, mattheo riddle, tom riddle, lorenzo berkshire, theodore nott, lucian bole, james potter, sirius black, remus lupin, regulus black

Note: Let me know if you want any poly, my requests will be open by tomorrow. You can request whatever you want but it has to be x reader. I don't mind writing anything but be careful with warnings. I hope you have a great day!! mwah :) ps. tell me if you want fluff, smut or angst. I don't know how to do smut that well but I will try!

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[venusbyline]

Hey guys, I'm Vênus (she/her). This is my new ff blog and requests are already open!

I really like writing dark, smut and/or angst contents for s/o x female readers.

Almost all the characters and artists I'll write for are tagged. Feel free to send me your writing requests on my ask. (ps¹: practically i'll write for all Jacob Elordi and Ryan Gosling's characters, there just wasn't enough space in the tags).

So don't be shy... I'm a member of the "toxic characters stan" too <3

ps²: some characters besides the other characters of Ryan Gosling and Jacob Elordi that I didn't put in the tags but that I can also write for:

Scream: Ethan Landry, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher.

Euphoria: Rue Bennet, Jules Vaughn, Ethan Lewis, Lexi Howard, Chris McKay, Fezco.

Hunger Games: Lucy Gray Baird, Katniss Everdeen, Sejanus Plinth, Johanna Mason, Treech, Clemensia Dovecote, Tigris Snow, Haymitch Abernathy.

MCU: Tom Holland!Peter Parker & Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff.

Daisy Jones & The Six: Eddie Roundtree, Daisy Jones, Camila Dunne.

The Vampire Diaries: Stefan Salvatore, Damon Salvatore, Silas, Rebekah Mikaelson, Katherine Pierce.

Margot Robbie: Barbie, Harley Quinn.

Gossip Girl: Chuck Bass, Nate Archibald, Carter Baizen, Blair Waldorf.

YOU: Love Quinn, Joe Goldberg.

Harry Potter: Cedric Diggory, Hermione Granger, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Sirius Black.

Grey's Anatomy: Jackson Avery, Derek Shepherd, Mark Sloan, Alex Karev.

Outer Banks: Rafe Cameron, JJ Maybank.

Anyway, more characters can be added here over time!

[deliciousangelfestival]

You can totally ignore my idea lol but what about a fluffy/angsty fic about Steve Rogers or Bucky Barnes being turned into a baby/toddler by Tony on accident. But because they are babies they just want to be around and held by “Y/N” and get mad or throw a cute tantrum from lack of attention or if someone tries to hit on their “Y/N”. You can ignore this if it sounds idk weird or dumb lol but I thought it would be cute like they can’t hold back there affection for them while in baby form and when they turn back they are like well shit.. lmao

(PS: the fanart here is from Alexa_520 on Twitter I’m not sure if she has a tumblr but in case you or anyone wants to see it for yourself)

This is so cute!!!

Thank you for the idea. Here it goes. The story has little angst a bit. 

Zero Crush.

Summary: Y/N was on her way to go out for her day off. However, her plan got interrupted because the AI told her something at the lab. You almost lose your mind seeing both of your bosses turn into babies. 

And now, she has to watch them. Y/N is okay with kids, but the problem is she has a little crush towards Captain America and The Winter Soldier. 

Character: Steve Rogers x platonic!reader, Bucky Barnes x platonic!reader

Warning: If you squint a bit, there’s a little angst. 

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Drawing of baby Steve and Rogers : Drawing 1, Drawing 2, Drawing 3

It's been a long time for Steve and Bucky to cry, even for crying their heart out to release all their feelings through tears. 

“Waaaaa!”

“Aah…Ahh!”

The rest of the Avengers rubbed their eyes. They couldn't believe the strongest soldiers standing tall before, were shorter than them.

Steve and Bucky have turned into babies. They were standing too close to Tony and Bruce's new invention. 

The high IQ bros try to copy the Pym-particles to shrink and increase an object.

"What kind of machine is that, Tony?!" Natasha pushed Tony away while he was still in shock. 

"I'm trying to make a quantum machine like Ant-man. Look, it works!!! The box got small.” Tony pointed at the test object.

"Yeah, it’s obvious the zone needs to get fixed." Natasha carried Bucky to her arm. At the same time, Steve was taken by Clint. Steve wants to push Clint away because he stinks. 

Bucky did the same towards Natasha; her perfume was too strong. Natasha couldn't help it since she just returned from her mission, and Clint was training when Tony called him.

Tony shook his head. "If Steve and Bucky didn't stand near the test object, they wouldn't get transformed." 

Natasha wants to punch him. "You..!!"

All the adults are pointing at each other. At the same time, Steve and Bucky were confused. Since they're shorter than everyone and the mood in the room doesn't feel good, it makes them uncomfortable.

"Uuh…"

All of them stop arguing because they suddenly hear a sobbing voice.

"Hey, guys? Is everything alright?" You were preparing to go out since today is your day off. Before putting on sunscreen, F.R.I.D.A.Y informed you that something happened at the lab.

Nobody answered you, but from their face, you could say they were nervous.

Then you saw that Natasha and Clint have a baby in their arms. 

"Ooh, so cute. Clint, you have a twin? Congrats." You know Clint is a family man, but it’s new for him to bring his kids to the headquarters. 

Clint chuckled. "Y/N, you don't recognise him?"

"Huh?" 

After he said that, you did notice something that felt familiar, but you can tell what it was. Blond hair, blue eyes, straight nose. Then you turn to Natasha. The baby has black hair and vibranium arms. 

You gasped, “Oh my god!”

"Yaa! Yaa!" Steve stretched his short arms towards you. Clint gently put Steve on your arm. 

“Why did you give him to me?” You nervously hold Steve. Even though he’s a baby now, he is still your boss. You turned to Tony. "You better fix this!!"

"On it."

Bucky saw Steve get carried by you. And he wants it, too. "Ahh…" He pulled Natasha's shirt and pointed at you. 

"Even in baby form, you can't be separated from your best friend?"

After everyone stops panicking, Tony wears his Iron suit and buys kid's clothes; perhaps he wants to run away. Bruce is fixing the machine, Clint went home to get toys for Steve and Bucky, and Natasha is helping you. 

But you know Natasha just returned after a 3-month mission, and from her eyes, you could see she's damn tired. So you told her to rest. 

In the end, there are two babies in your arms. You learn that Steve and Bucky are two years old and can walk alone. 

You put them on the couch while you went to the fridge to make warm milk for them. You're not nervous taking care of little kids since you always cared for nieces and nephews before being accepted as a SHIELD agent.

But you’re nervous since you have a little crush towards your idols. 

You're relieved to see milk inside the fridge. When you turn around to search for a pan, you're shocked not to see the two babies on the sofa.

Where are they?

Then you feel someone is watching you. You looked and saw Steve and Bucky looking at you. 

You lean down and speak softly towards them, "I'm making warm milk for you both. Do you want some?"

Steve and Bucky nodded at the same time. With their fluffy cheeks and small body-like dumplings, you wouldn't believe they're the same boss who is deadly and righteous at the same time. You patted their head gently. 

When the milk has warmed up, you give it to both. Steve and Bucky drink the warm milk. They widened their eyes when they tasted it. It's delicious. 

In their eyes, you're the person they could look up to. You never raised your voice, and you gave them a delicious drink. 

Is this what it feels like to have a big sister? 

After 30 minutes, Tony returned with shopping bags from the kid's store. 

"Give me the clothes. It needs to be cleaned first before they wear it." You received the bag from Tony. You look inside the bag and see there are pyjamas too. 

"I'm going to the laundry room. Could you watch them for a while?"

"Sure."

Steve and Bucky didn't want to be left alone with Tony. Their short legs immediately run after you. Then, each of them hugs each of your legs.

Your body froze. You looked down at the little boys who held your legs, their two big eyes looking at you intensely. 

You knew they didn't want to be left alone at this moment. "Umm, Tony, could you do the dirty laundry instead?"

Tony nodded his head. "Yup, the message is clear: both hate me." 

Since then, both Steve and Bucky have followed you everywhere. They helped you when you made lunch. They wash all the veggies. 

You chuckled, even though they turn into kids, they are always helping. 

But no matter what, they're just a kid who needs attention. You learned that when eating together with them. 

When you help to feed Bucky because of his metal arm, it doesn't seem like he can control his body. 

Steve doesn't like to see Bucky get all your attention. He starts to make a noise and drops his spoon. "Ah..ahhh..."

Because of that, you feed them in turns. 

And before they go to sleep, you want to read a bedtime story. You thought this would be easy since they didn't take a nap. 

You were wrong. First, it was Steve's book choice; then, it was Bucky's. You should've said only one story but couldn't say no to them.

When they fell asleep, you slowly went out of the room. Finally, you could breathe. Even though you like kids, it takes time and energy. 

But at least because of this, your secret crush towards your bosses is gone. Like 50% gone. 

Before you join the Avengers, your HR has told you to keep everything professional. It's impossible not to like Captain America and The Winter Soldier.

At first, you saw them cute. But because their crying and whining hurt your eardrum, it shattered their perfect image in your brain. 

You don't think you could wait for another day. You could handle terrorists, pirates, and aliens, but not kids. You wish Tony and Bruce could finish the machine quickly.

It took three days to fix the machine. When Steve and Bucky return to their old self, they fall asleep to get checked first. After two hours, they finally woke up and searched for you. 

"Ooh, you're looking for Y/N? I gave her a week off after caring for both of you."

Yes, you do. When Bruce said the machine worked fine without side effects, you immediately left the building and went to a bar. 

At the bar, you gulped the second glass of beer. You sighed heavily since you realised you needed the strongest alcohol to erase the image from your mind of baby Steve Rogers and baby Bucky Barnes when they're crying, nagging and pulling your hair. 

Their perfect image in your mind has been destroyed.

Drawing of baby Steve and Rogers : Drawing 1, Drawing 2, Drawing 3

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Would love to know more about the Bucky x reader in white roses in a field of red!!! Ps: it's such a beautiful title.

So the plot of this fic is still pretty rough. The reader and her sister are two noble women who find themselves tangled in royal politics. I chose the name based on the two houses that surrounded the war of the roses. The red roses of the Lancaster’s and the white roses of the York’s.

Your older sister is betrothed to the crown prince (Steve) in exchange for your family’s lands (well known move for royals of to secure their claim on nearby lands). You however are promised to a very close friend of the prince, a knight and kings gaurd by the name of James Buchanan Barnes.

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He was able to play favorites at the court of King Rogers, convincing his highness to have his son Stephen forgo a political marriage to a foreign princess and wed your older sister instead. A well-played powermove that graced many noble hands long before it. Ensuring a well paid dowery in his hands, and the promise of his lands to the crown.

Sadly, for you, another man of the court would call you his wife. No more favors were savored for the younger of two sisters, as not much ever was compared to his eldest mistake. Where there was animosity for the both of you, she was given far more grace than yourself, even if it was so little at that.

It made your skin crawl as he spoke joyously about how if you bore a daughter and your sister a son, then an intermarriage of cousins could ensure that the royal lineage was branched with his family's blood.

He was a smart man, but a despicable one at that, using his children like pawns on a rough wooden board of palace politics.

What disgusted you more was the small sense of ease it gave you knowing that for once in your life he was actually proud of you for something.

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James seems quiet once you meet him. Distant at first, yet he is a nice man. Much like yourself and it seemed the union would be tepid but amicable. This you could work with.

The idea behind you getting picked by James wasn’t political for him. You being the sister of the soon to be wife of the second most powerful man in the kingdom as well as his closest friend. He actually saw you at court many times and was enthralled by your beauty, comparing you to a stoic and glossy marble statuette. He could imagine as his wife you’d bloom into a strong lioness of the mountains by his side. A fitting match to his nature as a loyal wolf at the side of his master, skin heavily scarred from his service to his king.

He’d comment to you that you demeanor was what struck his heart just as hard. “You are a smart young woman with such a sharp little tongue.”

Your pairing seems to grow on you, however, your sister’s begins to crack.

You and her share similar beauty, but hers was much cheerier and bubbly. She was always sweet at first but more often than not she could devolve into an awful brat. You could only imagine the kind of monster she’d become with all that power at her helm. Thankfully she at least liked you, her own flesh and blood.

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Frozen in ice |Natasha x Reader

An: it's my first time writing so please your opinion and rebloging matters to help me grow, but only the nice once though I don't count any of your negativity things

Ps. English is not my first language

Reposting and translating my work to any other language is not allowed and any other kind of copycat stuff is prohibited. Happy reading Fellas.

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Just like any other stressful day here in the compound Me and Steve just got back from a last minute undercover operation on a fancy ball in Costa Rica.

After finishing the debriefings and giving the file to Nick and Hill.

we start our trek back into the living quarters area.

And we're currently talking about the things that happened in our lives.

While I'm still wearing a fitted black dress that has a long slit to the side under my coat and also some black high heels

And steve is still also wearing his navy blue suit

"So it's been a while since the incident happened between you and agent Sharon Carter.... any new people you seem to have interest with or some?" I tell Rogers.

"No... and why you seem so interested in my love life?"

"Nothing,just asking because seems like the lady from the diner we went into last day couldn't take her eyes of you and.... I can't believe I'm saying this but she's kinda cute".I smirked at the last part

Steve glance at me " You mean the woman that served us or the lady at the counter? "

"The curly haired woman that served us"

"Huh... yeah she's nice the one with nose piercing?"

"Yeah... Why? You also found her you know... Intresting or something?"

I raised a brow and smirk

"Kinda but the piercing yeah... not ready for that"

"Huh... So if she doesn't have you know any piercing or whatever on her head that is hanging, I mean would you... go for it.... "

"No"

I raised a brow and looked at him

"why?"

Before he could even answer an agent greets us when we enter the lift

"It's just that... it's hard to find someone you hade the same life experiences as you"

"Huh.... you have a point, but if you find that someone or anyone how would you like approach them?" I ask.

The lift opens and we head our way to the dining area

He raised an brow and looked at me "You mean flirt with them?"

"Yeah, Not like Flirt flirt more like you... know...something like how to approach them "

"Why did you ask

I look at him and say

"Nothing... just you know curiosity kills a pig that's all... plus I wanna know how much practice you had"

They reach the dining area where everyone was

"Practice I don't need practice. Why on earth would I need that?"

Natasha Pov's

After a long ass stressful day here in the compound it finally dinner time .

"Hey nat"

wanda greets as she is the one who first acknowledge my appearance, followed by the others.

"Hey" I greet back to them and also notice that both Y/n and Rogers are not here.

'Huh... wierd' I said to my self knowing that Rogers is not that late type of person.

His actually already here with the others every time I arrive that is why it's so strange.

And also Y/n the woman I secretly like for quite a long time now. They must be on a mission.

I mean who wouldn't like her she's beuatiful like me of course.... ,Ok fine as much as it pains me to say this but I gotta admit she is even prettier than me and she is also hot as hell she could be a Victoria Secret model if she is not an agent.

I wonder what type of creature or god mold her perfect beauty.

And also she's clever, wise, smartass, sassy, and maybe  many people would say that she's rude but the truth is she's really kind and caring in her on way.

She doesn't like to show to people but I've seen it quite a few times when we went on a mission and also,when we went grocery shopping she bought like a whole separate grocery basket for a homeless person 2 kilometers  away from here at the compound.

I snap back to reality when someone tap my shoulder "Romanoff", I  quickly twist there arm and bring them to the ground

"OH MY GOD!!"

" SWEET! LORD! JESUS!"

" MY!! GOD!!ROMANOFF!"

"ROMANOFF EASY!!"

"NATASHA"

Then I realized that is was Barton who tap my shoulder and also the that I bring to the ground.

I let go of him and help them get up.

"Jesus clint are you planning to give me a heart attack and that's what you get for scaring me."

"Ok.. first of all that hurts" he said as he rolls around his shoulder.

"And second of all I've been calling you for about a minute straight and your not responding... so sorry if I scared the living shit out of you.." he said as we sat back down

"Whatever..."

"What got you so far from your mind?"

"Nothing"

"We both know that, that nothing means something"

"So what is it"

But before I could answer an arrival of people interrupted us.

And... they have arrive

"Practice I don't need practice. Why on earth would I need that?"

Y/n Pov

"I didn't say anything about you needing practice. I ask about how much practice.... ok let's not say practice 'cuase now I think that's sound so trifling... let's just say... experience. There 'experience'... now let me rephrase the question and answer it. Steve Grant Rogers How much experience have you had with flirting with somebody in your time back then

"Fine many than once."

There satisfied?"

"Oh... real-" before I could finish I didn't realised that everybody is already here.

"Hey you two... how was the mission " Tony ask

"Fine everything goes as

planned. " steve said

"Yup.. Ahuh.. everything goes as planned" I said sarcastically while rolling my eyes.

"What... everything did go as planned" steve answered.

"Yeah everything except the distracting the woman part"

"Well what happened"

"Let's just say I instructed him to flirt with the woman at the bar so I can swooped in and get the USB from the back,but guess what"

"What...? What happened did he peed on his pants" Sam chimed in

"Haha that's hilarious sam"

"I know right"

"No thank God he didn't, but it looks like he almost did" I said smiling

"No. I did not "

I just smiled at him "What matter is we execute and did the job done on time without causing any harm".

"Awhh look at you covering up how awful your flirting skills are..." I said with a sass.

"I- whatever you say. In my defence I did my best to that woman and... the woman wasn't even invlove there".

I smile at him "I know just wanna see how fast can you go from bieng a 0-10... and my..my... if I may say I would rate it a 5 if you aren't that good looking"

"Ouch"

I walked pass him towards the fridge to get my self some refreshing water before turning around to look at him straightin the eye." Looks like your body might be defrosted from the ice but your flirting capability hasn't...." I pause to drink.

"would you want me to go and do you a favor of going down there and check if it still frozen and defrost it for you so you can use it..??" I said it playfully.

He look at me with a slight annoyance in his face "whatever I'm gonna go take a shower" and walks away.

I laugh as he struts away.

"Very clever" Nat said and I just wink at her in response as I also walk away and grabbing my coat along the way to

Get change in my room.

And that dress was already enough to sweep Nat of the feet by the agent but damn she got got her by the hook with that wink.

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shadows in the night

battinson!bruce wayne x f!reader

epilogue

summary: more than a year after the events of middle of the night, y/n and Bruce are happily engaged and working to lower the amount of crime in Gotham. However, a new killer calling himself the Riddler has other plans for their happiness…set during the events of the movie, mostly canonical, some changes made to fit the story

a/n: I literally can’t believe this story is over. I started writing MOTN in March this year, and it has been with me ever since. Almost 9 months straight of MOTN and Battinson. I’m so thankful for this story and the community it brought me and how much fun it’s been over the course of these months! I could write an entire essay on what it means to me and about the people this story brought into my life, but I’ll keep it short and sweet for now. 

I’d like to note that I kept this short on purpose--it’s just a glimpse into their future, and I didn’t want to bog it down with too many details. However, I do plan on including at least one more oneshot (maybe more). 

(PS: @captain-ariel-rogers you’re welcome) 

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Every tragedy in his life had led him there, to a home full of love and laughter, even amidst the shadows that came in the night.

The wind on top of the signal tower was unforgiving as Bruce waited next to the spotlight. It was March already, but winter had refused to release its claws from Gotham. 

Things in the city had changed, and not all for the good. Not all for the bad, either. 

Bella Reál had proven herself time and again to be a more than capable mayor. She thrived in the chaos, in the uncertainty, and had whipped Gotham into shape so quickly it had made Bruce’s head spin. Despite all of the crime, despite how many nights his signal shone in the dark, the new mayor had wrestled control of the city back into the hands of the good. 

The trial had started in December as planned, despite the flooding and the wreckage of the city, mostly due to Bella Reál’s firm hand. It had taken weeks, draining them all, but in the end every single man had been convicted on multiple counts and been sent to prison for decades if not the rest of their lives. 

For a while, as y/n was forced to relive her trauma on the stand, she had become a shell of herself. She had been withdrawn and quiet throughout the ordeal, the weight of the world holding her down despite Bruce and Alfred and even Gordon doing their best to share her burden. Her nightmares had worsened and Bruce had forced himself to come home earlier and earlier each night simply to be there for her. 

But the closer the trial got to its end, the more fiery she became. Her shoulders had straightened and she had thrown herself into rebuilding not only the Gotham Project, but the Renewal Fund as well, and even several other smaller projects that went hand in hand with helping the city. 

And she had planned their wedding. She wanted to get it done right, as Bruce had requested, but she also didn’t want to wait. 

He was, to put it plainly, in awe of her. 

And now, as March started to draw to a close, still wrapped in an unseasonably late winter, their wedding day loomed. 

Bruce wasn’t sure what he was more nervous for–the meeting he was about to have with the newly appointed Commissioner Gordon, or the wedding day itself. 

He fiddled with a hair tie he kept looped on his utility belt, a habit he had developed in the past year and a half. 

It wasn’t too long before the elevator in the tower started rattling its way upwards. 

Bruce inhaled sharply and fought against nervously tapping his foot or pacing back and forth. He forced himself into stillness as the doors slid open and Gordon stepped out. The man cursed and burrowed more deeply into his coat. 

“Couldn’t we have done this inside?” Gordon called out. 

“Light’s warm,” he said softly. It was true–the giant spotlight radiated warmth, more and more the longer it was on. Gordon shivered as he came to a stop next to Bruce. He rubbed his hands together to warm them. Bruce was glad for his own gloves, a newer pair that y/n had made him get that were thicker and lined with fleece. She’d forced him to winter proof his suit, for which he was grateful even if he had grumbled about it at the time. 

“Been a while,” Gordon said as they both looked out over the city. It had been a while–things had died down over the past several weeks to the point where the signal was rarely needed. Bruce mostly patrolled on his own and used police scanners to find out where he was needed. “How you been, man?” 

Bruce almost frowned. He didn’t realize that they made small talk now. “Fine,” he said. 

“Good, good.” Gordon rubbed his hands together again almost absently, then glanced up at Bruce. “So, what have you got for me?” 

Bruce couldn’t help shifting slightly from foot to foot. He hoped Gordon didn’t notice. But he was a good detective, a good cop–he likely did notice even if he was pretending otherwise. 

Finally, Bruce said, voice gruff and nonchalant, “I have to…step back for a couple of weeks. I wanted you to know, in case you needed me and I didn’t show.” 

He’d wavered back and forth, over and over again, between telling Gordon he was leaving and simply disappearing. But he cared for the city too much and had eventually decided that he couldn’t leave without telling someone. Y/n had agreed that Gordon was the best choice–he was trustworthy and likely wouldn’t press for information. 

“I figured as much,” Gordon said. Bruce’s eyebrows drew together behind his mask. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll look out for things here, even turn the light on and off and spread some rumors. Make it seem like you’re still around.” 

Bruce opened his mouth, then closed it again. “Why?” he said, the only question he could come up with that wouldn’t sound suspicious. 

Gordon gave him a sly look then shrugged. “I want you to enjoy your honeymoon.” 

The world fell away from Bruce’s feet. How could Gordon possibly know that was Bruce’s reason for leaving? He had no idea who Bruce was. Or at least, he shouldn’t. 

“Wh-what?” Bruce said. He silently cursed the stammer in his voice that likely gave it all away. His heart thundered in his ears. Everything went utterly quiet in his mind, every thought wiped out by a wave of pure shock. 

Gordon spread his hands innocently. “I’m just saying, man, if you were getting married this weekend and if you were about to go on your honeymoon, I don’t want you worrying about the city. I can take care of things for a couple of weeks.” 

Bruce struggled to remain still, to control his breathing, to reign in the panic building in his chest. It was as if he’d just taken a dive over the side of the tower, the world rushing past him as his stomach swooped up towards his throat and his heart pounded with fear and adrenaline. 

All the while, Gordon simply stared out at the skyline of Gotham all around them, his breath fogging in front of him as he breathed deeply and evenly. 

Bruce silently warred with himself. Did Gordon actually know, or was he guessing? A cold sweat started at his spine and worked its way upwards. 

But then he thought back to all the small interactions he’d had with Gordon, especially the ones where y/n had been around. The looks Gordon sometimes gave them, the small comments here and there. Gordon had even joked about y/n being taken and Batman having feelings for her, more than once. 

Gordon knew. 

Gordon had known for a while. 

“How?” Bruce said after a long silence had stretched and warped between them. How did Gordon know, how was he sure, how long ago had he figured it out? That one word encapsulated everything Bruce wanted to ask. 

“The gala,” Gordon said, which was the exact opposite answer of what Bruce had anticipated. “Your butler was there. She told the two of you to go home and, well…wasn’t hard to connect the dots after that. Especially with the way you looked at her. You tried to hide it, but…” Gordon chuckled.  

Bruce swallowed hard. The roaring had quieted in his ears, but he still felt panicked, unsure. He had always known his feelings for y/n would be what led someone to connect his identity to Batman. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

Gordon finally turned to face him. His expression was light, almost amused. “No offense, but I don’t really care who you are.” He shrugged. “You and me, we have the same goals. We want to keep the city safe. It doesn’t matter to me who you are. It never mattered to me.” 

Bruce felt something odd in his chest at the words. He opened and closed his mouth several times. 

Gordon had known for a year and a half and had never said anything. Had never cared. 

“Like I said, man–enjoy your honeymoon.” Gordon winked, slapped him on the back, and left without another word. 

Bruce could only stare after him, utterly stunned. 

Finally, when he was so cold it hurt, he flipped off the light and left. 

His thoughts churned all the way home. He couldn’t get past it–Gordon had known this whole time. He had never revealed Bruce’s secret, had never even gotten close, not even to Bruce himself. 

Another person in his life that he didn’t deserve. Gordon had been a truer friend than he had ever realized. 

Bruce changed in the abandoned subway station, shivering from the cold. It was later than he’d thought. He’d been frozen–literally and figuratively–atop the tower for much longer than he’d planned to be. 

Upstairs, he found Alfred asleep on the couch, the cat Vinny curled up on his lap. Bruce smiled to himself. The butler always acted like he didn’t like the cat, who was now twice as big and twice as fluffy as he’d been when Selina had dropped him off. But toys always mysteriously showed up for the cat, ones that Bruce certainly hadn’t purchased and y/n swore she hadn’t gotten either. 

Bruce quietly turned off the lamp and left them to sleep before turning towards his room. 

That last little bit of anxiety finally melted from his chest. 

The city was in Gordon’s capable hands. He knew he didn’t have to worry while he was gone. And as an added bonus, he didn’t even have to worry about anyone connecting the absence of Batman with Bruce Wayne’s absence. Gordon had taken care of that, too. 

Bruce slid into bed next to y/n and sighed as she immediately curled up close to him. 

He couldn’t wait for her to be his wife. 

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“Stop fidgeting,” Alfred murmured as he fixed Bruce’s bowtie. “You’ve no reason to be nervous.” 

Easy for Alfred to say, Bruce thought a bit bitterly. Bruce hated having the spotlight on him. There were so many ways he could mess things up. And he didn’t want to mess a single thing up–he wanted it all to go perfectly. 

“It’s y/n,” Alfred said as he smoothed the bowtie into place again. “Just you and her. No one else.” 

And somehow, the words worked. 

It’s just y/n, Bruce repeated silently to himself. He thought of her smile, her laugh, her warm hand in his, that little furrow between her eyebrows when she was concentrating. His nerves ebbed and settled. They were still present, but they were no longer choking him. 

“Alright,” Alfred said as he stepped back. “That’s your cue, my boy.” 

“Right,” Bruce said. The music had indeed shifted. He was supposed to go out to the altar. They’d practiced it the night before and everything. 

“Now I have to go get the bride,” Alfred said with a wink. 

Bruce swallowed and nodded. He made to step away, to go take his place, but Alfred caught him by the arm. 

“I know neither of us are much for words,” Alfred said. He swallowed hard. Were those…tears in his eyes? Bruce was suddenly nervous again for a completely different reason. “But I love you like my own. You and y/n both.” 

Bruce nodded because the lump in his throat wouldn’t let him speak. “I love you, too,” he finally managed, barely a whisper. 

Alfred hugged him quickly, then shoved him none too gently towards the door. 

“See you soon,” Alfred said with a watery smile. 

And then Bruce was standing in front of the crowd, palms sweating, all alone except for the woman who would be officiating. He saw Gordon in a smart suit, his wife at his side. There were Bryn and Ollie, sitting with Lena and her son. The lone reporter they had invited to document the event with several incredibly thorough contracts. Bruce’s old housekeeper, Dory, whom y/n had replaced when she’d retired. Even Selina was there, dressed in black and sitting near the back. She caught his eye and winked. 

It wasn’t really a crowd, only their closest friends and acquaintances. But it felt like hundreds of people to Bruce. 

His only stipulation, besides doing the wedding the right way, was to get married in the same church where his parents had gotten married. He’d worried y/n would be disappointed, that it wouldn’t fit with her vision of the wedding, but she’d been enthusiastic about the idea. 

His parents and her mother also had seats reserved for them, and he felt their eyes on him more than anyone else’s. 

The music shifted again, and every single thought eddied from his mind. 

The doors at the end of the aisle opened, and there she was. 

His breath caught in his chest. 

She was perfect. Her smile was wide and bright and the sight of it was like an arrow slicing through him. 

Her eyes met his and the rest of the world faded away. 

Emotion swelled, choking him, blurring his vision. 

He had never expected to find a love like this, a love like hers, and here she was, moving towards him and looking at him like he had hung the moon. 

Distantly, Bruce felt wetness on his cheeks.

But all he could see was her–the woman who was going to be his wife. 

As she got closer and closer every last bit of nervousness he’d felt disappeared under her brightness. He was simply an object in her orbit, following her sun, helplessly caught by her gravity. She eclipsed everything else, utterly radiant and so perfect he could never believe she was going to be his. 

Belatedly, he fumbled for the handkerchief Alfred had given him that morning. It had been Bruce’s fathers and still bore the initials T.W. He wiped at his eyes only because the tears were blurring the perfect vision of the woman in white before him. 

He shoved the handkerchief back in his pocket, eyes never straying from her, and held out his hand as she stepped up to him. 

Her hand was warm and fit perfectly in his own.

“Hi,” she whispered with a soft laugh as the officiant told everyone to be seated. 

They faced forward and Bruce whispered, “Hi,” back to her, his smile so wide it hurt. 

Now that she was close, he took in the small details, the world slowly fading back in at the edges. He was still focused on her, but it was no longer a total eclipse. 

Her dress wasn’t quite white–ivory, he was pretty sure they called it, which he only knew from their many conversations about dress shopping–and had a long train. Her veil was long, too, making her look regal beside him, a queen at her coronation. The material of the dress was almost silky, unadorned but not boring. Nestled at his throat were his mother’s pearls, matching the delicate pearls on her veil. His breath caught again at the sight. 

Y/n heard the small noise and turned her face to him to smile. 

This woman was going to be his wife. 

She nudged him gently and with a jolt, he realized that he was supposed to be paying attention to the officiant. But he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the woman at his side for long, stopping every few seconds to look at her in awe. 

The ceremony was flying by without him hardly noticing. He vowed to love her, protect her, be beside her always. He vowed that they would never be parted, even in death. He reminded her that she was everything he’d ever wanted, the words choking him on the way out.

He had written the vows in an almost fugue state the night before, the words pouring from him. He meant every single thing he promised. 

Then y/n vowed to love him, support him, be with him in all things. She laughed when she repeated that she would protect him and that not even death could part them. He was crying again, but he didn’t care. 

They exchanged rings and then–

Then they were pronounced husband and wife. 

Bruce kissed her fiercely. She was so warm against him, soft in all the right ways, and he never wanted to let her go. He wouldn’t ever let her go. 

There were cheers around them. Y/n was still smiling, her eyes wet. 

“My husband,” she murmured for his ears only. Was it his imagination, or did she glow even more brightly as she said the words? 

“Mrs. Wayne,” he said back teasingly, enjoying the way her breath hitched at the name. “Extraordinary woman.” 

Y/n was finally his wife. She was his, in every way. 

He was never letting her go. 

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Roger Waters x Reader

i wrote this because there is a lack of pf fanfics, especially roger x reader 😞

ALSO FOR MY CHARLES LECLERC GIRLIES I DID NOT FORGET YALL!!! life’s been busy but i genuinely want to continue the series. so sorry for the wait! ❤️

ps it gets a bit heated but no smut! *injuries mentioned*

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It was the end of another successful gig, and the spirit in the pub couldn’t be more agitated. Drinks were drunk and dances were danced, and you found yourself near the stage with some friends.

“Loved your performance, Y/N! Although,

I couldn’t fail to notice someone had a keen eye on you for the whole show...” your friend recalled, raising her brows.

“What? Who?” you question with excitement.

“Roger! He was eyeing you every second he had the chance!” your other friend beamed.

You didn’t believe a word of it. You guys had grown slightly closer over the past weeks, but his on-stage persona was something totally different.

“You’re joking… I’ll probably get a lecture soon then, he was probably annoyed by something I did.” you grunted.

“I swear I saw him smiling at you though.” your friend mumbled.

Your cheeks flushed ever so slightly.

“Right, well I’m gonna go get some fresh air.” you declared. The constant buzzing of chatter and music gave you a slight headache.

You snake through the mass of tipsy people, and see a familiar face just before reaching the exit.

Roger is interacting and laughing with a girl who doesn’t seem to fit in the friendly category. You only catch his eye when you cross the door.

You stay outside for some time, breathing in the crisp air. A recurring thought kept disturbing your calm. What could you have possibly done so wrong in your performance for Roger to look at you all night long?

Or… was it something else?

You shake your head and head back for the pub after a few minutes.

When you push the door to get back in, a newfound tension has submerged the pub.

Two men were fighting, one stubby blonde, and another tall brunette which you realized- to your great surprise- was Roger.

The moment didn’t feel real. Roger, always one to use his words and wits, now with a split lip and balled fists.

“Roger!” you yell through the crowd.

He doesn’t seem to register your voice at all with the commotion. Roger was about to throw a final punch in the man’s direction when you took him by the back of his shirt.

“Roger! You can stop now, he’s done.” you yell in anger. Roger’s eyes locked with yours, and he slowly let go of the poor lad in his hands.

Roger’s face was intact but for a split brow bone and lip. Something pulled at you to help him, and with a frustrated sigh you take his wrist and lead him through the buzzing crowd and out the pub.

“I never thought…” you fume. “We’ll go to the studio okay? It’s the nearest place.” you order with little space for arguing.

Roger simply nods, a faraway look in his eyes. You didn’t notice how tight you were holding his wrist and let go. You look back to make sure he’s still following, and much to your dismay he’s clutching his stomach.

“What is it now?” you complain.

“My ribs… They really fucking hurt.” he groans, eyes filled with fear.

You immediately walk over to him with a newfound concern, but he stops you.

“I’m fine, I don’t need help.” he states, no trace of malice in his voice.

Your heart aches more and more at his disheveled form, and as you get to the studio, you make sure to open every door for him.

He crashes down on the couch, chest rising up and down at a fast pace.

You go get the small aid kit in the bathroom alongside warm towels full of water.

Roger has one hand over his eyes and he’s muttering something under his breath.

“Remove your shirt. We’re gonna check for broken ribs first.” you command.

Roger removes his hand from his face and looks directly at you with those piercing eyes of his. He slowly rises to remove his shirt, and you can’t do anything else than look up at him from your seat, admiring his lean, sun-kissed abs. He stifles a groan as he passes his shirt over his head and throws it in the corner of the room.

You sit there for a bit, struck by his appearance. He falls back down to the couch and you follow after him.

“I’ll- I have to- I’m gonna touch your ribs.” you blurt out.

He nods through half-lidded eyes and leans back.

There’s a prominent bruise that paints his chest a purple colour, and you gently brush your fingers on it. His whole body tenses up and he sucks in a breath.

“What the hell were you thinking?” you whisper, searching for an answer in his eyes.

He looks away and ignores your question.

“Are you drunk?” you tempt, laying a cold towel on his bruise.

“No. I’ve had like half a beer.” he sighs.

You hold your hands up in confusion.

“Then I don’t get it! You never fight Roger, you never have!” you complain, shaking your head.

“I know… He just…” he trails off, playing with the hot towel on his chest.

“He just what, Roger? He made fun of the band? You? Your reputation, maybe?” you furiously dig for bandages in the kit.

Before putting the bandages on his face, you decide it’s best to clean it. You bring the towel to his brow and dab away, eyes narrowing out of concentration.

“He said something about you.” Roger mutters out, looking up at you.

Your hand drops.

“And what exactly did he say?” you ask, feeling very small all of a sudden.

“Doesn’t matter.” he mumbles, holding himself up with his hand and settling back down into a more comfortable position. He was using his elbows to prop himself up to not completely lie down on his back.

His new position forces you to almost straddle him to reach his face and dab the cloth on his bottom lip.

“I have the right to know.” you mutter, voice filled with insecurity. He gazes up at you and sighs through parted lips.

“He- Christ…” he sighs and rubs his eyes. “He called you an attention-seeking whore.” Roger mumbles, looking away from your pained expression guiltily.

You have a feeling the man might’ve said more and Roger was protecting your self-esteem, but you can’t say this is exactly new to you. Something that was new though, was someone sticking up for you.

“Still… You shouldn’t have. You don’t deserve this.” you whisper after a moment, dabbing the cloth on his bottom lip.

And you truly believed that. You didn’t think Roger should go through all that trouble just for you.

“You don’t deserve this either, and I don’t regret it. You’re worth every punch I received.” his head turns back to face you, eyes sparkling with determination.

How could he say something like this and not expect you to crumble under his gaze?

“No, you don’t mean that.” you state, eyes pleading him to tell you the truth.

Roger shuffles under you, and his eyes darken.

“I do, and I’d do it again! That prick is lucky he wasn’t-“ but you cut his words off by taking his face with your hands and kissing him.

Roger’s mouth goes slack, and it takes him a second to register everything. Then, his lips are responsive.

He uses one elbow to prop himself up, whilst his other hand has found your face. Your position was already favourable, half straddling him already.

He pulls on the back of your thigh to get you completely pressed against him, and your hands are now exploring the muscles of his arms, gripping on them tighter as Roger’s fingers find the surface of your back.

He carelessly draws patterns with his slim fingers, earning shivers from you. His thumb is carefully caressing your cheek in a soothing way.

The kiss is intense, a downpour of all past tension condensed.

His tongue is firm but doesn’t let you get overwhelmed. He lets you set the pace, which is a slow and needy one.

Your hands hesitate towards his chest, laying them gently on his bruised abs. You earn a stifled moan from his part and arch your back as you continue to gently caress his chest up and down.

Both his hands take possession of your hips, squeezing them gently. You feel him move his hips almost involuntarily under you, his member pressing up against you.

You stifle a noise at the contact and press yourself harder against him.

You finally break the kiss. You look down at his star struck grin and slightly swollen lips with a shy smile.

“You’re slightly drunk aren’t you?” Roger asks doubtfully.

“I only had a shot.” you answer truthfully.

He chuckles and lays you down, hovering over you. His eyes travel along your face, taking you all in.

“You’re so pretty,” he blurts out with a stroke of your cheek.

You look away shyly, but he makes sure to bring your face back to him with the tip of your chin.

He smiles at you like an idiot in love and plants a soft kiss on your lips.

Images of him and that girl flash through your mind and you stop him.

“Who was that girl at the pub?” you question, brows furrowing in worry.

Roger’s eyes narrow as he seems to recall his night. His brows go up at the memory.

“Who, my cousin? I don’t have any interest in her, no.” he chuckles.

You bite your lip and smile, feeling rather stupid.

“Besides, someone’s already caught my eye.” he murmured.

You grin and hold the back of his neck to bring his face down and kiss him hard.

You softly bite into his split lower lip, gaining a low groan from him. You wrap your legs around his torso and his bare chest presses softly against yours, the barrier of clothes infuriating.

The kiss is slow and passionate, but gets broken by Roger.

“My head hurts.” he mutters over your lips with closed eyes.

You immediately sit up and lay him back down on the couch. You kiss his forehead only to realize he’s a bit too warm.

You rush to the bathroom to get a cold towel and come back to Roger breathing low with closed eyes.

“Roger, he hit your head repeatedly… You might have a concussion,” you realize, brushing away the hair from his forehead to place the towel on it.

Your fingers leave his face but he’s quick to take them back in his hands.

“Can you… stay here for a bit?” he asks, the question leaving his lips like a plea.

Your eyes soften and you nod quickly.

“I think it’s best we sleep here. I don’t think walking is a good idea for you.” you ponder.

You go get him pills and a glass of water, and he drinks it slowly before placing it back down on the ground.

“I’ll just- use the couch in the other room.” you smile and make your way to it.

“Y/n.” Roger speaks.

You already know what he’s implying, but refuse to succumb to such request.

“Roger. Your ribs are bruised and your head hurts. I don’t want to bother you, so if you need me, I’ll be right there.” you state, pointing to the door.

You turn on your heels but he stops you with his words.

“I don’t think I can sleep without you in my arms after knowing how you feel against me.” he declares behind your back.

You slowly turn around, lips parted in surprise. You crack a smile, walking over to Roger and obliging to his request, settling down beside him.

He scoots over so you have space, and you lay your head on his shoulder, careful not to touch his chest.

“I’m sorry for getting mad at you.” you confess, cringing at your reaction from earlier.

He moves a lone piece of hair from your forehead and tucks it behind your ear.

“S’okay. I’m sorry for beating the shit out of that guy.” he says in return.

You fail to keep your straight face and smile.

“You should get some sleep now, if you don’t feel well just wake me up or push me off the couch, I don’t mind.” you tell him.

He smiles and shakes his head, leaning in to catch your lips in one last lingering kiss.

He wakes you up only once in the whole night, though it is involuntarily.

His arm finds your chest and he snakes it around, pulling you closer while he mutters something tired.

You sleepily smile and trace the edges of his face with gentle hands. Your fingers brush over his nose, his cheekbones, and all the way down to his soft lips.

Roger sighs and the tension in his face relaxes, whilst his breathing slows down.

You nuzzle your face in his neck and fall back asleep tight in his arms.

~

“Did anyone stay after the gig?” whispers David, looking down at you and Roger entwined and sleeping on the couch.

“I didn’t. I heard Roger fought someone though.” Rick murmurs, walking over to David. David’s eyebrows go up in a shocked expression.

“Roger… Really?” he questions.

“Jesus christ did Y/N beat up Roger and then sleep with him afterwards cause she felt bad?” adds Nick, just now entering the studio.

They all have a laugh and head over to their instruments.

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hope this fed you guys a little 😊

ps. the only reason he didnt take her right then and there is because in my head it was supposed to be a mini series and i made another one where they actually do it. will prolly post the rest not in chronological order but oh well.

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Future Series Poll!

So I'm not sure when but, I think ahead as always because that's how I am, after Break Me Slowly ends (I'll still take oneshot and hc requests for them both dw). I'm thinking of doing either another x oc ( a different oc mind you) or x reader series. Vote on what you'd like to see once Break Me Slowly finishes! (PS. What finishes second will be my next series after the one voted most for)

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1K Followers Bingo Game!! 🎉🎉🎉

First of all, I want to thank every single one of you guys for your support and follows! I cannot believe thisss. I am so happy you've enjoyed my writing and you've all helped me reach 1,000 followers.

❤️‍🔥🥰 Enjoy one of my favorite Bucky gifs as a token of my appreciation. <3

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Soooo I saw @espinosaurusrexex create this bingo game for their 1k celebration and I thought it was an amazing idea! All credits go to @espinosaurusrexex (ps their blog is AMAZINGGGG, so pls check it out!)

Here's Everything you need to know for the game! I hope you guys like it and participate! (most of the writing going forward comes from @espinosaurusrexex's blog to give credit)

❗️BINGO❗️

As a celebration for this milestone, I would like to host a Writing Bingo Game (inspired by @blooming-violets).

The rules are simple:

Chose a prompt from the card and tell me other details you'd like me to include. (Also, if you would like me to integrate one of the prompts to my past stories pls comment that too <3)

Send them to me through an ask

I will write requests in order of submission and then cross the prompts off. And you can be damn sure I'll pure my heart and soul into that shit. [click here to see what has been submitted already]

BINGO! The game is finished when a row, column or diagonal is completed.

I also don't gatekeep, so please feel free to use this card for your own writing challenges, but make sure to tag me, so I can see what beautiful things you create with it 💗

Green means completed and Yellow means working on it!

You can find the complete master list here!

Last update: June 26th.

If you'd like to participate, be sure to comment a prompt in my asks!

Bucky x Reader pairing Inspo: College!Bucky, Fratboy!Bucky, Mafia!Bucky, Agent!Reader, Husband!Bucky, ExHusband!Bucky, Dad!Bucky, BrothersBestFriend!Bucky, Rogers!Reader, Stark!Reader, Famous!Reader.

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I posted 2,176 times in 2022

That's 1,718 more posts than 2021!

968 posts created (44%)

1,208 posts reblogged (56%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@yuki-chanuwu

@ghostieieie

@yelansdicecharm

@jeweled-blue-eyes

@tired-reader-writer

I tagged 1,732 of my posts in 2022

Only 20% of my posts had no tags

#wmmap - 734 posts

#who made me a princess - 603 posts

#sbapod - 493 posts

#suddenly became a princess - 489 posts

#suddenly became a princess one day - 459 posts

#suddenly i became a princess - 430 posts

#anastacius de alger obelia - 303 posts

#original character - 274 posts

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#oc - 271 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#the only way i'd be obsessed with wmmap like i used to is if they make merch of the other characters and not just claude and lucas and athy

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Athy being comforted by her two dads.

Ps: I just realised that whenever Claude and Felix are standing next to each other, they either remind me of ketchup and mustard or Elmo and Bigbird.

137 notes - Posted March 9, 2022

#4

... Anastacius giving little Jennette piggyback rides around town because she’s too tired to walk around. 

Roger giving his son Ijekiel warm hugs whenever he comes into his bedroom terrified because of a nightmare he had which ends up with Kiel sleeping with him.

Claude carrying a smol sleeping Athanasia in his arms while taking a walk around the garden after a tea party because she’s exhausted from studying too much.

Let the dads be dads.

138 notes - Posted March 22, 2022

#3

Will I ever stop re-reading chapter 107 over and over again? Probably not.

Jennette’s so strong she can carry a deadweight like Roger and Anastacius is lying down like that makes this panel one of my favourites ngl.

150 notes - Posted April 27, 2022

#2

It’s totally normal to re-watch The Good Place for the third-fourth time because it has become a comfort show of sorts to me, right?

185 notes - Posted February 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Dehya x Dunyarzad is pretty much the sunshine x sunshin protector and bodyguard x princess trope mixed together and I love it.

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I posted 3,067 times in 2022

That's 2,019 more posts than 2021!

55 posts created (2%)

3,012 posts reblogged (98%)

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@foreverindreamlandd

@angrythingstarlight

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I tagged 2,438 of my posts in 2022

Only 21% of my posts had no tags

#bucky barnes - 568 posts

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#bucky barnes x you - 422 posts

#bucky barnes fanfiction - 387 posts

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Longest Tag: 90 characters

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I just need everyone to know that @blizzspeaks is a QUEEN and amazing person. That is all.

PS: go read her work!!!!

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#4

Um...what?

Thanks go out to @give-me-a-moose for bringing this to my attention. I’m famous now, so ask questions must go through my ‘people’. Thank yew.

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#3

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53 notes - Posted August 16, 2022

#2

Roll the Dice (B.B)

Summary:

Then.

After an argument with your mother, you rage-search for a new job, eventually landing on the homepage of your local county and off the cuff, apply for an opening at the library you frequented as a child.

Your first day on the job changed your life. A few years later, you got your Master’s in Library Science, and left your hometown...

…and you ended up in Manhattan at the New York Public Library, a few blocks from a certain Tower.  

And after meeting the Black Widow herself, Natasha Romanoff, when she, Captain America, the Falcon, Wanda, and Thor came to do a program for the kids one weekend, Nat and Captain Rogers (“Please, call me Steve.”) invited you back to the Tower to meet the rest of the team.

And the rest, as they say, is history…

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Word Count: 3490

Warnings: fluff.  

A/N: I haven’t written anything in almost three(?) years.  I just stopped.  But then, I sat down in March 2021 to watch The Falcon & the Winter Soldier and my brain started poking me to write so many different plot bunnies, y’all have no idea.  I was inspired to actually finish something thanks to @pellucid-constellations #LoveLettersWritingChallenge.

I am new to writing reader insert fic, so I wrote what I know and that’s being Latina.  I am constantly reading up on how to make reader insert fics more inclusive, so I will try to make it less specific next time I write.  However, once again, I am Latina so that might come up now and again, while I get used to writing all inclusively.

Also, thanks to @beefybuckrrito for all the help in beta-ing this oneshot!  You the best queen!  Another shout out to my girl Col @foreverindreamlandd for no reason other than she’s awesome!

‼️⚠️I do not give permission for any of my work to be copied, translated or reposted anywhere else but on my own blog.⚠️‼️

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My #1 post of 2022

wip meme

post the last line you wrote (from any wip) and tag the same number of people as there are words.

Tagged by the awesome @thisonesatellite

Heimdall and Loki stood unbothered in New Himinbjorg...

-From my attempt at a Bucky x reader, with Hanahaki disease as a main part of the story.  Still working on ironing out the details.

Tagging: @foreverindreamlandd @jobean12-blog @navybrat817 @writing-for-marvel @radiantheartbeat @just-chirpin @tuiccim @sillyrabbit81

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𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 | steve rogers

Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings : aucun

Mots : 171

Masterlist

Cela faisait presque un an que Steve était parti à la guerre. Il te manquait énormément et tu lui manquais aussi énormément. Quand il avait le temps, ce qui n'était pas vraiment le cas, il t'écrivait pour te rassurer et dire qu'il allait bien. Aujourd'hui, il avait un peu de temps avant sa prochaine mission alors il alla s'asseoir à l'abri de la pluie et commença à écrire.

❝━ (T/P), tu me manques beaucoup et j'espère que tu ressens la même chose que moi. Nous avons beaucoup de missions ces temps-ci mais ne t'en fais pas nous allons tous très bien. J'imagine que tu dois bien t'ennuyer sans Bucky et moi mais je te promets que nous allons rentrer prochainement à New-York. Je voudrais être à côté de toi pour te voir sourire mais ça ne tardera pas. Il faut que j'y aille, je pense à toi.

Je t'aime, Steve.

PS : je te réserve la prochaine danse.❞

[plus-size-reader]

Christmas 1932

12 Days of Christmas 2021

Steve Rogers x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2373 words

Warnings: none

Summary: The reader helps Steve enjoy modern Christmas more with a touch of vintage nostalgia.

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Christmas had always been hard for Steve.

It just brought back so many memories for him that he would rather not remember, and a lot of the time it was more painful than cheerful.

After all, it wasn’t like he had a lot of memories of holidays like that after they chipped him out of the ice so most of them were from the forties.

He remembered waking up on Christmas morning as a little boy, and going downstairs to find his mother slaving over homemade cinnamon rolls. He remembered tearing paper off of hand wrapped presents beneath the tree.

He remembered all the traditions they had, and all the things he loved to do, but it wasn’t the kind of peaceful reminiscing that brought him calm and happiness.

It was agonizing, and as if that wasn’t enough, there was no escaping it.

He couldn’t get away from people celebrating in the streets, or Christmas music blaring from the speakers in every store and restaurant you two visited.

It was everywhere he turned, and that made it really difficult to avoid all those good memories, and all those awful emotions.

No matter what he did, there was no escaping the truth. All the people in those memories were long gone, and so was the person he used to be.

It was a feeling he couldn’t have hoped to explain to anyone else, least of all you.

You loved this time of year.

For you, it brought back a lot of those similar childhood memories Steve had, without all the trauma and loss. It meant a lot to you, and he knew it, which meant that there was no way he was going to share all his unease.

That wasn’t something you did to someone you loved.

It wasn’t right.

Steve found it much easier to suffer in silence as you gushed about all the fun festive things you could do together than inform you of his inherent issues with the holiday.

It wasn’t your fault he’d been frozen all that time, and he had no intention of making the consequences of that your problem either.

You deserved to have a good Christmas, and if he had to fake it so that you could, that was exactly what he was going to do.

Not that he was entirely successful in his mission.

It would have been impossible for you not to notice what he was going through, no matter how well Steve might have thought he was hiding it.

You weren’t just somebody, after all, and you had gotten to know him pretty well in all the time you’d known one another. You could tell that he was hiding something, and given the clues, it wasn’t hard to guess.

If you had been in Steve’s place, you figured everything that reminded you of your life before would have been hard for you too.

Of course it was hard.

He wouldn’t have been human if it wasn’t.

Still, you debated whether or not to say something about it to the man in question. In a lot of ways, you felt it wasn’t your place to bring up things he clearly didn’t want to talk about.

…but eventually, you made up your mind.

There was no way you were going to continue about your holiday season as planned if something was bothering Steve.

It just wasn’t going to happen.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” you hummed, coming out from your shower to find Steve sitting on the living room floor, just looking at the Christmas tree you’d put up.

It wasn’t anything huge, but it looked nice in the room and gave you somewhere to put out the things you needed to put out this time of year, but he hadn’t stopped doing that since you pulled it out.

You had to know why.

Steve hummed, letting you know that he was listening without having to commit to any real response. He didn’t mean to ice you out, but he was kind of in his head, and you couldn’t blame him.

You took a deep breath before sitting down beside him, in nothing but a pair of comfortable shorts and your tank top, thankful for the heat inside the apartment.

Without it, you would have been frozen.

“What is it about this time of year? You’ve been acting odd. Am I doing too much?” you questioned, hoping that the man you loved would be honest with you if something you were doing was bothering him.

If he didn’t want to celebrate, you definitely didn't have to.

This was his apartment too, after all.

Again, Steve was quiet for a moment as he tried to work out how he wanted to respond but once he’d taken some time to think about it, he figured there was no harm in telling you the truth.

You had dealt with far worse since the two of you got together, and knowing you, this wouldn’t even be that big of a deal.

“No, it’s not too much. This time of year is just difficult for me. Everything has changed” he allowed, trying and failing to sum up what exactly it was that he was dealing with.

It wasn’t nearly as easy as it should have been, but how could he explain something he didn’t even understand?

You got that.

The two of you hadn’t spent a Christmas together yet and he wasn’t really used to the way you celebrated. For all you knew, Steve didn’t even celebrate the holiday before you moved in.

If you were him, you wouldn’t have either.

Nothing was ever going to be like it was when he did celebrate, no matter what he did, and you were sure that it was hard.

Still, it wasn’t completely hopeless.

Just because the time he’d known was gone, and there was no getting it back didn’t mean there weren’t some elements left that could serve as reminders.

Nothing was ever really gone if you kept it alive.

“Not everything. There is one thing that might cheer you up” you decided, remembering the one tradition you’d been saving for last with a slight smile. It was by far your favorite thing about Christmas and something told you Steve would like it too.

At least, he’d be able to connect to it more than many of the other traditions you had.

Without any further ado, you got up from your position and left the room, heading for the closet in the other room.

That was where you kept your most prized possession.

“I inherited these as a kid, after my grandmother died” you explained, coming back into the room again with a large box in hand. The edges and seams of the box showed obvious age, but not enough to suggest it hadn’t been taken care of.

In fact, given the age of the item in your grasp, it was clear that it had been taken excellent care of.

“I usually put them out on Christmas eve so they can go back up on Christmas morning, but something tells me Nana wouldn’t mind if I put them up a little early this year” you shrugged, kneeling back down next to him.

The contents of the box were still hidden from his gaze but as soon as you pulled back the lid, there was no hiding the reaction it pulled from him. His eyes didn’t move for a moment as he processed what he was looking at.

They were ornaments.

Spherical Christmas tree ornaments, each hand blown in colorful glass and decorated to be one of a kind.

“My grandfather gave them to her as a wedding present in 1932. They got married on Christmas eve” you continued, more and more proud that you’d managed to maintain them as the moments ticked away.

If there was anything that could make him feel a little better about all the things that had changed, it was these fragile little decorations.

Steve sighed, the sort of weighted sigh that held more emotion behind it then either of you was capable of dealing with right now before finally letting himself meet your gaze.

“I was fourteen” his words were little more than a whisper by that point but you were so invested in this that it didn’t matter.

He didn’t care much about things like this back then but he remembered Bucky’s mother putting up a set almost identical to this on their family Christmas tree that year.

They were really popular, and in all honesty, he’d forgotten about them until now.

“I had no idea that we’d be sitting here today when she gave them to me, but something tells me Nana would have been thrilled about this” you smiled, taking one of the ornaments from the case and holding it for a moment.

The glass was cool to the touch against your skin, as you outlined every little detail beneath your fingers and in every way, it reminded you of being a kid and helping her and your grandfather put them on the tree Christmas morning.

Your only hope was that, maybe, they could do the same for Steve.

“Are you sure about that? I’m probably only a few years younger than her” he tried, a small smile creeping onto his face as he fought back the swell of emotions he was feeling right now.

In every way, it was a lot to take in, but he knew that you meant well. He knew that you were sharing this with him because you loved him, which only made it that much more emotional.

“Very funny” you tutted, before turning your attention back to the keepsake in your hand.

There was only one thing left to do.

As gently as you could, you reached out to place the glass orb into Steve’s waiting hands, making sure to keep them braced under his own just in case he needed you to.

Neither of you really knew how he was going to take this whole thing.

“Do you want to help me put them up?” You whispered, taking the next step slowly as you waited for him to be ready. After all this time, you couldn't imagine how difficult it was to do this again.

Especially with the same ornaments he always found in those memories he tried so hard to forget.

Steve looked almost lost for a second as he thought about what you were asking before he nodded, trying to force himself to focus on all those beautiful memories for what they were.

When you looked at these ornaments, you thought about your grandparents on their wedding day, and watching the two of them put them up every year on Christmas eve.

All Steve had to do was adjust the way he looked at those old memories so that he could enjoy them rather than punish himself for all the time he missed out on.

“Yeah, I’d like that” he decided, gently placing the blue ornament back on the case before finally getting up from the floor to survey the rest of the case and the tree you’d insisted on putting up.

At first, he wasn’t thrilled about the idea but as it would turn out, having a Christmas tree in the apartment did manage to make it a lot more festive.

The lights were bright red, and cast a glow on the walls surrounding it. Even for someone like him, who had a tumultuous relationship with Christmas, he had to admit that it was gorgeous.

You had thought out every placement, from each strand of lights to the garland, all for one specific purpose, a purpose Steve was unaware of until now.

The gaps in the tinsel, and the color scheme, all of it was specifically tailored to make these ornaments shine as brightly as possible. They were the most important piece of the puzzle and the focus.

Now that had could see the full picture though, Steve had to admit that it was gorgeous.

He didn’t know your grandparents, but there was one thing he knew for sure, they would have been proud of how well you’d done this whole thing. He was proud, and it wasn’t even his heirloom.

“Put them wherever feels right” you instructed, deciding that this year, Steve needed this a little more than you did. He needed to know that Christmas could still be good, even if it wasn’t the same as it was.

It could still be something that he enjoyed, that he enjoyed with you.

….and for the most part, it seemed to be working.

After a few timid moments, Steve did what you knew he’d eventually do, and leaned into the tradition you were bringing to the surface.

It came naturally to him, mostly because it was about as close to his childhood holidays as he could physically get a hundred years later.

“So, what do you think?” you asked, once everything had found its place and the whole picture was in front of him.

In every way, it was a perfect holiday dream, and it was hard not to be in awe of how beautiful it was.

Steve took a second to consider the tree in front of him before addressing you, a soft smile on his handsome face.

“I think that you’re amazing” Steve eventually decided, taking your hand in his own to give it a gentle squeeze so that you understood just how important this was to him without having to put it into words.

He loved you, he loved you so much that it was ineffable to him, and he wouldn’t have had it any other way.

You always found a way to make him feel better, even without knowing what was wrong.

“Well, I think that you’re amazing, and I’m so happy that I could share this with you” you hummed, admiring the tree one last time. It was a little different this year than any year before but you felt like it was meant to be that way.

After all, you and Steve were doing something neither of you had ever done before, and if he could give it a try, you knew that you could too.

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magic gets lost on sunday (steve x reader, bucky x reader) - masterlist

and in the dark, i tape stars to my ceiling

There is a chance that you are very much not okay right now. There is a chance that you may be very much not okay for a while yet. But when your heart hurts and the nights drag on, remember what a privilege it was for me to love you. And, one day, I hope someone else feels that too.

After the death of your husband, Steve, you’re left with an apartment bleeding with shared memories and a desperately shattering heart. Deliberately secluding yourself from your family and friends, your saviour turns up unexpectedly in the form of a treasure hunt of letters and Steve’s equally heartbroken best friend, James Buchanan Barnes. (roughly based off PS, I Love You).

pairing: steve rogers x reader, bucky barnes x reader

genre: romance, ANGST ANGST ANGST

warnings: swearing, death, terminal illness

au: another WIP but yeah, i never write sad things, and this is going to be SAD. please don’t hate me too much.

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