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ijustwant2write · 2 years

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Sleeping Buddies-Steven Grant x Reader

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Summary: Unbeknownst to Marc, Steven has a girlfriend. This girlfriend also doesn't know that Marc exists, as well as Steven's odd sleeping rituals.

Characters: Steven Grant x Reader, Marc Spector x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Just fluff and it's long

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"Did you really have to be that harsh on those guys?" Steven moaned as he sat up in bed, his body aching.

"Oh, I'm sorry, would you have preferred to be beaten to a pulp back there?" Marc snapped back.

"Alright, alright, I get it. I thought the suit was supposed to be all healing, why am I aching?"

"You slept in a weird position last night."

Steven just shook his head, slowly walking towards the cupboard with cereal in it. As he poured himself a bowl, he heard his phone ding, smiling when he saw who's name popped up.

"(Y/N)? Who's that? And why are you smiling so much?"

Steven ignored him, unlocking the phone and instantly tapping on the notification. He had two messages from her, both sweet, just like her.

'Good morning 😊 hope you're OK after what Donna said to you. That sounds terrible! Sometimes I wish I worked at that museum with you just so I could give her a piece of my mind! 😡 I can't wait to see you this weekend, I've really missed you xx'

Marc was really confused as he read the text. How did he not know about this woman? And how did Steven manage to even talk to a girl?

'Hi, are you OK? I tried to face time earlier but you didn't answer. Obviously it's fine if you're busy, but I'm guessing your sleep is messed up again. Maybe we can go to a doctor together about it? If you want that is, no pressure my love. Anyway, I hope you're sleeping well, I'll message you in the morning as usual. Sweet dreams xx'

"Steven, do you have a girlfriend?"

"Yeah, I do, actually. Why do you sound surprised?"

"What does she look like?"

"None of your business! Besides, it's all messed up now, innit? Now you're in the picture, and how would she react to that? This relationship is still new, I don't want to ruin it."

"You've got to tell her at some point."

"I know but-"

Steven was interrupted when someone knocked on the door. He wasn't expecting anyone or anything to be delivered today. Maybe it was the postman that had a parcel for his neighbours who weren't in. Steven took the blue strip off the door, hiding his body behind the door, he was still in his pyjamas after all. However, his mouth dropped open when his girlfriend stood there.

"Holy shit, Steven."

"(Y/N), h-hi, what are you doing here?" he fully opened the door, forgetting how he looked.

"Sorry, I know I should have called or text before coming over. I just...I was starting to worry about you."

"You have to tell me how you picked up this girl."

"Worry? Why would you worry?"

"It's four in the afternoon. I was supposed to text you this morning and during work like I usually do but I was late today, and then I had to basically cover everyone else so I didn't have time. I've felt so bad."

"No, no sweetheart, why would you feel bad? I'm the one who's been sleeping all day."

"It's a good thing you're not at work today."

"You remembered my schedule?"

"You sent me a copy of your rota, just in case sleep gets the better of you."

"Steven, she's way out of your league."

Steven was slightly offended by Marc's words, but he knew it was true. He too had been shocked when (Y/N) started a conversation with him. She was gorgeous, and one of the best things about her was how caring she was. (Y/N) never asked too many questions about his sleep trouble, she just made sure she was able to help in some way. Even if that meant giving Steven his space and not staying over at each others places.

(Y/N) admitted (just to herself) it hurt that she couldn't lay in bed with Steven. They couldn't watch a film snuggled up on the sofa for fear Steven may fall asleep. Although it wasn't the most important thing, (Y/N) did want to sleep with Steven, as in, make love with one another. Not because she was horny, but because she loved him and she felt that sex was another layer of connection between a couple. However, (Y/N) wasn't going to risk pushing Steven away over sex, he meant so much to her.

"Can I come in?"

She had been at his before for dinner, multiple times, but that's when Steven cleared away the sand and hid his leg shackle under the bed. He totally forgot about that as he invited her in, eyes popping out of his head when he turned around after closing the door. It was too late, she had already seen it.

"Steven, what's this?" she asked, not sure how to take it.

"It's...it's for the sleep, I swear! I used to get up in the middle of the night, end up hurting myself. And, and the sand is to see if I have stepped out of bed. Oh, and this," he held up the crumpled blue tape in his hand,"I put this on the door so I can figure out if I've left the flat."

"You do all this because of your sleep habits?"

Shit, shit, shit, this was it. (Y/N) was going to think he was a freak, she didn't see how crazy he was. He could envision it now. She was going to rapidly pick up her things and scurry out of there, deleting his number and him out of her life forever. He couldn't lose her, she was the best thing in his life right now.

Steven was wary as she slowly approached him, he had no idea what she was going to do or what her reaction would be. (Y/N) looked upset, and he didn't know what that meant. She snaked her arms around his waist, cuddling him close as she rested her head on his chest.

"I'm so sorry Steven. You should have told me about this, I could have helped...somehow."

Steven was so relieved, instantly hugging her back. He didn't realise how much he needed a hug right now. (Y/N) rubbed circles on his back, soothing the tension away. How had he found someone so perfect?

"What? She's not running away? Steven, you've literally found the ideal woman. Either that or she's as crazy as you and me."

"So, you're not running away?" Steven squeaked out.

She squeezed him."No you donut. I'm staying, and I'm going to help. In future, just let me know when you need help, OK?"

"I will."

"So, I was thinking, since I'm here, maybe I could stay over?"

(Y/N) had just come out with it, she had been so nervous about asking. It was a sensitive subject, but she knew she had to just ask, otherwise it would never happen. The wait felt far too long as she saw Steven thinking about it. No, don't banc down now, see what he says!

"You're taking too long to answer buddy."

"Yeah, yeah why not? As long as you're OK with my...sleep habits."

(Y/N) grinned as soon as he agreed, and Steven couldn't ignore that. There was guilt creeping up. It was normal for couples to stay with one another, he kept avoiding that. He just hoped that Marc would take a break this evening and actually let him sleep. Now all he was worrying about was (Y/N) actually being here.

"Uh, I'm afraid the place is a bit messy, I haven't had much time to clean up. And I don't have any food for us."

"Oh, I mean, I can stay another night-"

"No, I didn't mean for you to go away! I, I was just, um, trying to cover myself, like, just explain why my life is such a mess."

She giggled."So dramatic. Why don't we just order a takeaway, and if you want we can tidy up the place whilst we wait?"

He nodded, surprised when he quickly pecked him on the lips. (Y/N) went to grab her phone, looking up where was best to order from. Steven quietly excused himself to the bathroom, letting out a breath as he locked the door. He had to calm down, he was going to have a heart attack otherwise.

"Steven."

Marc startled him, making Steven whip around to look in the mirror. Marc didn't look impressed.

"Would you stop stressing, you're going to start sweating."

"How can I not stress? You're here with me, (Y/N) has shown up, and we've never spent the night together."

"Never?"

"No!"

"She seems sweet, she's gorgeous too."

"Oi, don't look at her, alright? What if I do something wrong?"

"If she's stuck around after seeing the leg shackle, I think you can't do anymore wrong."

"Babe, you want the usual?" (Y/N) called.

"Yeah love, yeah that would be great. Thank you."

"Right, you're going to go out there and have a nice evening, simple as. I don't know why you're acting like this."

"Because I love her!"

Steven started to smirk."You haven't told each other yet, have you?"

"No, didn't want to scare her away."

"Again, I think she would have run after the restraints."

"Yeah, you're right. I've faced monsters and bad guys, this will be a piece of cake."

Marc politely nodded, not wanting to crush Steven's tiny bit of confidence. Steven was smiling to him, straightening out his top and tidying up his hair. He missed Marc shaking his head as Steven left the bathroom, seeing (Y/N) already starting the dishes he had left.

"You didn't have to do those." He said as he stood next to her.

"You look like you need some help babe. No offence."

Steven was hesitant, but he wrapped one arm around her waist, hesitantly kissing the side of her head. She knew he was still new to PDA, so this was very sweet of him. Leaning into his embrace, she almost squealed when he rested his head on top of hers. When he suggested drying up, (Y/N) told him to leave it, drying her own hands before guiding him to the sofa.

"Can I ask about the shackle? Like, how did you decide to use one?"

"I don't know really." they sat opposite each other, but their legs were tangled up, holding hands still."It just got really bad at one point, I was a danger to myself."

"That's terrible. So you've been going through this by yourself?"

He nodded.

"Well, I'm here now. I'm going to help you. Everyone deserves a good night sleep."

"Oh, sweetheart you don't have any of your things with you!"

(Y/N) glanced down at her clothes, almost smacking her hand over her face in stupidity."Ah, yeah, well, I wasn't really expecting to stay."

"You can borrow my stuff if you like."

"Is that OK?"

"Yeah. I'm sure I've got a spare toothbrush too, don't really fancy using the same one do you?"

"No, not really. Thank you babe." she leaned over to kiss him."Do you mind if I get changed into something comfier now?"

"Yeah, yeah. Uh, let me, let me find something for you."

Although he had offered his clothes, he had no idea what to give to her. A t-shirt was fine, maybe a jumper to throw over if she was cold, but what about the bottom half? He only had a spare pair of jogging bottoms, and though they would be huge in her, it was the best he could do. He couldn't deny he was excited to see her in his things, she was going to look so cute.

And once she emerged from the bathroom, he couldn't help but shyly smile at her."You look adorable."

(Y/N) flet herself blushing, he was too cute."If you say so babe. I'm glad you think that anyway."

Marc kept quiet as the couple spent time together, observing Steven's behaviour. He was still dorky and shy, but it was as if they had been together for years. Steven sometimes made bold moves, kissing her randomly, pulling her back into hugs, playing with her hair, they even fed each other; he hadn't seen him this confident before.

Steven did the washing up this time, glancing back at (Y/N) on the sofa, who had now picked up a book to flip through. He caught Marc staring at him in a nearby mirror.

"So, things are going well."

Steven didn't reply, not wanting to look crazy in front of his girlfriend.

"OK, I know you're not going to speak to me but I can feel your heart beating and it doesn't sound healthy. You're just sleeping beside each other, it's not like she's expecting you to have sex."

Steven fumbled with the plate he was holding, quickly recovering before throwing a smile at (Y/N).

"You've got a good one here, Steven. She's in love with you."

It felt weird to hear Marc being sentimental. Why was he being so supportive? Wouldn't he want (Y/N) out of the picture to make it easier for him? But that word, love, Steven wasn't sure if it was the right time. Especially after the things she had seen in his flat.

Steven heard her yawn, looking over his shoulder to see (Y/N) snuggling deeper into the oversized jumper. He remembered she had been at work all day, she hadn't had a day off yet. He wasn't tired, seeing as he slept all day, but he would pretend to be to let her sleep sooner.

"Tired?"

She lazily nodded as she rubbed her eyes."Sorry, long day."

"Don't apologise. We can get snuggled up if you want."

"Snuggled up? Really?"

"Aren't you wide awake?"

"Nah, I can nap. Or I could read for a bit whilst you sleep. I've got a night light I can use."

(Y/N) stood up, stretching as she spoke."Steven Grant, you are the most adorable and sweetest thing I have ever seen."

He blushed, fiddling with the ends of his sleeves. (Y/N) kissed him again before going to brush her teeth, the pair sharing a shy smile before closing the door. Steven rushed to the bed, wondering how on Earth he was going to get rid of all the sand in more or less two minutes. He tried to scoop some up into a cereal bowl but there was too much. He froze when he heard the door open.

"What are you doing?"

"Um, I'm trying to get rid of the sand. For you."

Did this man have any faults? (Y/N) walked over, resting a hand on his back."You don't have to do that. If it helps you then we'll leave it."

"You sure? What if you forget and step in it?"

"It's just sand babe, I can brush it off."

"Thanks. That's really nice of you."

They settled into bed, both a bit sheepish about the ordeal. Why were they stressing? They were adults, two adults who were dating and simply sharing a bed. Nothing was going to happen. Well, Steven hoped nothing would happen, he didn't want to freak (Y/N) out.

He couldn't help but watch as she sat up in bed to take off the jumper, the t-shirt underneath riding up below her bra line. His head whipped away from her once she had taken it off, trying to think of something else. (Y/N) laid down, pulling the duvet up as she buried herself in it. Steven was also under the covers, but had picked up a book from the bedside table, as well as his glasses.

"I love your glasses. You should wear them more often."

Steven chuckled softly."I think I look a bit like a nerd."

"And that's a bad thing? It's cute, yet sophisticated and handsome at the same time."

"Thanks. Perhaps I will wear them more."

"You sure about staying up? I can stay awake for a bit."

"You're shattered love. I don't mind. This is how I spend my evenings anyway."

(Y/N) hesitated before speaking, looking up at Steven with her big eyes."Could we maybe cuddle up whilst you read? You can always push me off if you want."

"And why would I do that?"

(Y/N) shimmied up to him as Steven lowered himself. She rested her head on his chest, one arm draped over his stomach. Steven had an arm around her back, the other holding his book.

"Comfy?" he asked.

"Yeah. I might have to request sleeping like this every night."

"Would you want to stay over again?"

"Are you asking me to?"

"I think so."

"Don't feel forced Steven. I mean, I would love to spend more nights with you."

"Then that's settled then, innit?" he placed a kiss on her forehead, mbefore reaching down and kissing her lips."Goodnight love."

"Goodnight. Don't stay up too late."

Steven had been reading for a while, absentmindedly rubbing gentle circles on her back. She was asleep in minutes. He had to pause his reading a few times to check she was actually breathing she was so quiet. Like always, he didn't feel tired at all, giving up on reading and instead stroking back (Y/N)'s hair.

He wanted to continue this relationship. He really did love her, he had to admit it. However, he didn't want to say it out loud in case he jinxed it. This whole situation with Marc was so complicated and crazy, he didn't know how to go about it.

"Relax, for one night."

Marc was right. He had to at least enjoy this night with her. Leaning over to the lamp, he turned it off, cautiously lying down with (Y/N). She stirred but didn't wake. She held him tighter, wrapping one leg over his. And he didn't panic, Steven embraced it, holding her close.

Steven felt like he had blinked and woken up, though he was used to feeling tired all the time. A smile instantly appeared on his face as (Y/N) woke. Her hair was messy, eyes puffy, yet she was still the most beautiful thing Steven had ever seen.

"Good morning." Steven whispered.

She propped herself up to properly see him."Morning. How did you sleep?"

She had just woken up and her first thought was him.

"Better, still not great though."

"That's still good though babe, better than having a terrible night sleep. And you didn't use the shackle."

"Oh, I totally forgot about that."

"See? There's some progress already."

She slid off him so they were laying side by side, facing each other.

"You're amazing, do you know that?" Steven gushed.

"What? Why?"

"Because, you just are. Someone else might have ran away when they saw what state I was in. But you stayed."

"Yeah, well that's because I-" (Y/N) stopped herself, she was easily going to say it. Oh well, might as well come out with it."Because I love you."

Steven's breath got caught in his throat. She said it. She just said it. She loved him. (Y/N) loved him. Marc could have laughed at Steven's expression, almost wanting to nudge him to say something back before she thought he didn't feel the same.

"I love you." Steven replied, taken back when she dove forward to kiss him.

Their kiss was passionate and long, though Steven kept his hands in a respectable place, and (Y/N) decided against straddling him, no matter how tempting it was. They were breathing heavier when they finally parted, lips feeling puffy, bodies feeling hot.

"I love you." Steven said again.

"I love you."

"It feels good to say that."

"Have you been wanting to say that for a while?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Me too."

They giggled together. They felt like teenagers.

(Y/N) gave him a peck on the lips before sitting up."Mind if I go have a shower?"

"Course."

As she stood, Steven's eyes widened. In the night she had taken off the joggers, leaving her in just his t-shirt, which had also somehow ridden up over her bum, showcasing the thong she had on. (Y/N) knew it had happened, she just didn't feel the need to fix it; and Steven didn't care if it was on purpose or an accident.

"If you don't join her in the shower, then I will."

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starryevermore · 1 year

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hide and seek ✧ steven grant & marc spector

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request: I had a writing idea for steven/Marc. I more or less live in a fanfic fantasy most of the time and I been wondering. What if the reader had been dating steven, knows about his alters but haven't met them, and one night. You're sleeping at his place and you just see moonknight himself walk in the door before changing back to Marc. And not only is that the first meeting marc but the reader is terrified bc scary masked man is actually boyfriend? And I am at a loss of what would happen in the hours and days after seeing that. I found you on wattpad and love your work - valatheapprentice

pairing: steven grant x fem!reader x marc spector

summary: you have yet to meet steven’s other half, but when you see him on accident after coming home from a mission, you realize you can’t keep this game up anymore.

word count: 1,110

warnings?: pet name (love), not proofread

It wasn’t often that you stayed over at Steven’s flat. While Steven had learned that his sleeping disorder was actually DID and the reason he’d wake up with days completely missing was because Marc had been fronting, he was still nervous about you being there. Marc knew of you, and he knew you were dating Steven. But you had never met him. Steven worried about what might happen if you and him went to sleep together and you woke up in Marc’s arms. Would you freak out? Would he? Would it be a complete recipe for disaster? Whatever it would end up being, you and Steven decided to keep you staying over to a minimum until you and Marc were introduced and at least comfortable enough for the morning awkwardness.

This weekend, however, had been an exception. Marc had apparently promised Steven that he wouldn’t front for the entire weekend, letting Steven have some much needed time with you. And it had been completely lovely. You and Steven went to a new restaurant that had opened up nearby. You watched cheesy romance movies. You snuggled up on the couch as Steven read. You had the most amazing sex before falling asleep in his arms.

But now…Now it was weird.

It was one in the morning when you woke up to a half-empty bed. Steven was nowhere to be found. Shit. As you looked around, trying to find any sign of where he might of been, you realized the two of you fucked up by not making Khonshu promise to leave the two of you alone. Fuck that stupid pigeon.

You let out a sigh, stumbling to the kitchen. Well, you weren’t going to go back to sleep so easily. You were to pissed at the pigeon to go back to sleep. Might as well make yourself a snack or something, maybe tune into some cheesy show. So, you made yourself a sandwich, sank into the couch cushions, and turned on Gilmore Girls.

Halfway into Paris’s meltdown from not getting into Harvard, the door creaked open. You were immediately on your feet, ready to take Steven into your arms, kiss him better from the stupid shit Khonshu put him through. But the man in front of you…That was not Steven. Steven wore the white suit, not the armor that looked like it had been wrapped in mummy bandages.

“Shit.”

The mask melted away, revealing the face you were oh so familiar with but just a slight bit different. Marc’s face was tenser, like he was holding everything back. It was so strange to see the man you loved look so different, act so different.

“Marc?”

“Love?” The armor melted away, and Marc went with it. Steven stumbled forward, taking you in his arms. “I’m so sorry. Khonshu needed us, and Marc was better for the mission, and I didn’t think you would wake up before we got back and I’m so sorry—”

“Shh, it’s okay. Let’s just go back to bed, okay?”

You didn’t see Marc again for a week. You didn’t hear from him, either. It was strange. Even though you’d never formally met the guy, Steven usually kept you updated on how Marc was doing. Now, it was like it was before, when neither you nor Steven had any idea Marc ever existed.

When you tried to breach the topic with Steven, he would stammer and stumble over his words until he redirected the conversation to how big of a bitch Donna is or how he found this new book he was dying to read or literally any other topic of conversation that didn’t involve Marc.

At this point, it was pissing you off. Why were they acting like this? Why was Marc avoiding you? Before, you understood. You had never really met him, and he wanted to give you time with Steven. But now, now you had seen him, spoke to him. How could he keep hiding? You didn’t have to see the guy everyday. You just wanted to have a conversation with him, clear the air and all that. And why was Steven aiding Marc in his hiding? Steven had always been gung ho about the two of you eventually meeting. Now that you kind of sort of had met, he was helping Marc run away? What the fuck was up with that?

You decided the only course of action was to surprise them, to catch them off guard. So, you went to Steven’s flat when you figured that Marc might be fronting. And, oh, you were right.

“Uhh—” Marc stammered when he opened the door to see you.

“Don’t go,” you said. “I just wanna talk about what happened the other night.”

Marc swallowed hard but nodded, letting you into the flat. You went to sit on the couch, Marc taking a seat on the other end. “What do you wanna talk about?”

“I just wanted to finally talk to you. I mean, you’re part of Steven. I fully want to spend the rest of my life with Steven. But I don’t know how this is gonna work if we never meet. I don’t expect us to be more than just acquaintances. We don’t have to be friends or anything like that. I just want us to be able to get along well enough for Steven’s sake, you know? Because that man adores you, and I know it hurts him for us to keep avoiding this.”

Marc sucked in a breath. “I don’t wanna keep hurting Steven, either. I just…I didn’t know how to talk to you.”

You frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Steven, he loves you so much. He thinks you hung all the stars in the sky. And I…I was terrified that I was going to screw things up for Steven if I ever, you know, tried to talk to you. I couldn’t do that to him. Not when he loves you so much.” Marc looked away. “All I’ve wanted for him is the best, and I know you’re the best woman he ever could be with. If I was the one who ruined that for him, I’d never forgive myself.”

You scooted closer, reaching out and grabbing his hand, giving it a squeeze. “You couldn’t scare me away even if you tried.”

“Not even showing up in the middle of the night in Khonshu’s ceremonial armor?”

“Not even then.” You gave his hand another squeeze. “Now, how about we order some pizza, put something on the TV, and just try to get to know each other, okay? No running, no hiding.”

Marc smiled ever so slightly. “That’d be great.”

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dbnightingale24 · 8 days

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I'll Wait For Your Love

A StevexReaderxBucky Messy Triangle

Everyone thank my husband because he fixed the wifi! This is only a bit of the final installation of 'My Little Decoy'. You can read the full version here. I didn't finish this as quickly as I wanted to, but it still got done a lot faster than I thought it would (yay anxiety!).

Thank you @fuckingbye for always putting up with my shit, and always making me amazing moodboards because I'm lame as shit. I love you and I can't wait to tackle you with a hug <3.

As always, please heed the warnings and I hope you enjoy it! Here we go!

Word Count: 35,290 (it's called growth)

Warnings: SMUT!! (18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI), Slight Infidelity, Arguments, Drinking, Smoking, Angst, Swearing, Self Loathing, Fluff, Heartbreak, Lying (by omission), Daddy Kink, Uhh...I think that's it?

Song(s) That Inspired This Chapter: You Cling To Your Papers and Pens, Wait Until You Like Me Again

Summary: When two major parts of your past come back and ask for another chance, do you stand your ground and stay with the life you've created for yourself, or do you decide to test the water after all this time and see if it's worth the leap of faith?

I do not give consent/permission for my works/stories to get posted elsewhere. I do not condone this type of behavior, this is for entertainment purposes only.

It’s weird. You had made peace with never seeing either man again, yet for the past hour, the three of you have been in your kitchen arguing. Bucky snaps at you, Steve defends you, you snap at Bucky, Steve gets you to calm down, Bucky snaps at him, and you threaten to kick him out. Honestly, for the most part, Steve is the mediator. You’re assuming that they have some level of friendship again, or he just doesn’t want to pile anymore guilt and pressure onto you.

It was clear to you that he hadn’t expected Bucky to follow him and, if he hadn’t been so focused on seeing you, he would’ve noticed Bucky’s car. Apparently, with Maria being pregnant, Steve assumed that Bucky hadn’t even noticed his erratic behavior.

He should’ve been right.

“James, I don’t know what you want me to say,” you sigh for what feels like the millionth time as you stir the white sauce on the stove. “I can only apologize so many times, but it’s not like you were in the dark. You saw the connection between Steve and I, and you decided to pursue me anyway. I didn’t start cheating until long after you had-”

“You being in love with Steve was already cheating!” he shouts at you, and you pinch the bridge of your nose.

“Are you ever capable of holding yourself accountable? Or is it only when you know you’re in danger of losing me? You never apologized for cheating and you still won’t fess up to it, you never actually apologized for your behavior when we found out I couldn’t get pregnant, and even now, you’re just throwing it in my face that I cheated on you after you cheated on me. Is that what you came all the way here for? To yell at me and make me feel small in my own home? Because, if it is, you can get the fuck out right now. I don’t need this shit from you, James. I didn’t need it then and I sure as shit don’t need it now,” you say firmly as you finally turn to face him.

You don’t miss the small smile that comes to Steve’s face, before he takes a sip from his beer bottle.

Bucky lets out a frustrated sigh before he ran a hand through his hair, “no, that’s not why I came out here.” “Then what did you come here for?”

“I wanted to see you,” he confesses softly.

You turn and open the oven to check on the salmon, “she’s pregnant, James. That’s what you wanted-” “I wanted it with you and you know that.”

“You cheated with her, James. You cheated with her because you knew it would hurt me the most, you fucked her at work, in our house, and went out with her after work very publicly to make me look like a fool. Then, you denied the whole thing to try and make me feel crazy, like I couldn’t see the lipstick stains on my pillow-”

“You hurt me!”

“Because I couldn’t have a fucking kid? You think that was a fun thing for me to find out?!”

“It wasn’t just the baby! You never loved me in the way that you love Steve, and I tried and tried-”

“Then why not just let me go?!”

“Cause I loved you. I love you.”

“Well, you got married to her a year after I left, and now she’s gonna have your child. Looks like you’re doing just fine.” “Don’t be fucking callous,” he scoffs.

“James, you followed Steve to my home to berate me, and you’re gonna sit there and tell me not to be callous? You went out of your way to have this argument, and for what? Because you couldn’t trap me into being in love with you? Go fuck yourself and die on that fucking cross you’re so desperate to hang yourself from!”

“Darlin’,” Steve snaps and Bucky rolls his eyes.

“I’m sorry, but fuck that. You want me to feel so bad for something I tried to ignore, and that’s not fair! What I did was wrong, but I tried. I defended you, I looked the other way, and never held anything over your head. You constantly went out of your way to hurt me, and I’m supposed to feel bad for finally following my heart? I’m supposed to feel bad because I wouldn’t let you trap me and make me hate myself anymore? Fuck that. I never played you for a fool, you did that shit to yourself, and I refuse to pay penance for it anymore,” you snap as you pour the bow ties into the boiling water. “God, where does your pregnant wife even think you are?”

“I just told her I needed to get out for a while.” “You’re such an asshole. I don’t even like the bitch and I think it’s a low blow. You leave your pregnant wife to tell your ex-wife that you still love her? What the fuck did you think was going to happen? What did you think I was gonna say? You thought I’d see the light and wanna take you back? You married her out of spite, James.”

“I do love her-”

“Well, clearly not enough,” you scoff, “this feels a lot like the pot calling the kettle black, because you love her, but you’re still pining over me? That’s fucking rich, I gotta say. You’re a real piece of work,” you chuckle dryly as you pour yourself another glass.

“I wanted to see you...make sure you’re okay. Nat and Meg won’t tell anyone anything, Meg won’t even talk to me-”

“Well, what the hell did you think was going to happen, James? I’ve been her best friend since we were six. Yeah, she’s not too fucking fond of you after everything that’s happened.”

“So what? You just hate me now?”

“I don’t hate you, you self centered asshole! I should, I have every fucking right to after the last year we spent together, and I wish I did, but I don’t! You’ve been attacking me! I’m sorry that you decided to pursue the one person your best friend was in love with, and I’m sorry that no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t love you the way I’ve always loved Steve. I’m sorry that I cheated on you with Steve and it broke your heart even more. However, a lot of this shit could’ve been avoided if you would’ve just stayed away! I’m not your fucking scapegoat anymore, James. You’re finally getting what you want, and you’re still not happy-” “I don’t have you! I don’t have what I want-”

“You had me and then decided to treat me like an object! I can’t do anything about the fact that you treated me like total fucking trash, James! That’s on you, not me,” you state as the timer goes off.

As you turn off the stove top, Charlotte makes her way into the kitchen and sits patiently.

“You know better little miss,” you laugh softly, “go lay down.”

She huffs, but gets up and walks back to her bed nonetheless, and your heart flutters at Steve’s soft chuckle.

“So, that’s it?” Bucky huffs.

“I honestly don’t know what else you expect. I don’t know what more you want to know. Everything you’ve asked, I’ve been honest about, everything you deserve an apology for, I’ve apologized for...what else is there to say? What else is there to do?” you ask as his phone goes off.

Pulling it out (rather aggressively), he mutters, “what the fuck now?” before getting up and storming out, slamming the door shut behind him.

“If he breaks my house, I’ll break his neck,” you mutter, checking on the broccoli, before taking another sip from your glass.

“It’s Maria. She’s been on edge lately. She’s due in two months and she feels like Bucky’s attention is elsewhere.”

“I wonder why,” you scoff. “What about you? Are you gonna rake me over the coals too?”

“You know better than that, honey,” he sighs heavily. “We don’t have to-”

“You might as well, Steve. It’s why you’re here-”

“I’m here because I’ve missed you like crazy, and I wanted to see you. We’ve already gotten farther than I expected us too.”

“Why?”

“I wasn’t sure if you’d wanna see me or not.”

“I was never angry with you, Steve. Leaving you was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I still cry over it,” you scoff, rubbing your forehead.

“Then why-”

“I couldn’t do that to you, Steve. I loved you. I love you. Breaking up your friendship with Bucky? Stealing you from the Avengers-”

“I told you I’d go with you-”

“But you would’ve felt guilty. Yeah, you’d still love me, and you’d be happy to make a life with me anywhere, but you’d feel guilty. You and Bucky? I knew it could get resolved once I was out of the picture, and for the most part, I was right.”

“You didn’t give me a chance-”

“Because you wouldn’t have been logical about it, babe. Neither of us are ever exactly smart when it comes to each other,” you smile softly and he chuckles with a slight nod. “Please understand that it wasn’t something I did lightly, or that I didn’t think about how much it would hurt you. It seems like I’m always hurting you one way or another, and I’ve never wanted that.”

“We always find ways to hurt each other, darlin’. We can’t seem to get this dance right,” he sighs.

“No, we can’t.”

“Whatever you’re making smells amazing,” he smiles weakly.

“One of the many perks of no longer being an Avenger, I get to work on my cooking skills.”

“You’ve always been the best cook, babe,” he compliments as he gets up and makes his way over to you.

Having him so close to you still makes your brain so foggy, even after all this time.

“I’ll leave after dinner-”

“You don’t have to,” you quickly interrupt. “Neither one of you do. I have spare bedrooms...” “You’re comfortable with us staying here?”

“I mean, I’m already feeding the both of you and I don’t want you to spend the money, when there’s no need.”

“Still the most thoughtful person I know,” he whispers, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, and you lean into his touch. “There is something I have to tell you though.”

“Oh God.”

“They know.”

“They who?” “Everyone. I told Tony I’d be gone for a few days, because no matter what happened today, I knew I was gonna need time to recover, and he kept saying that he needs me to train the new recruits. So, I just folded and told him where I was going.”

“Shit.”

“I’m sorry, I really am, but I needed to see you, darlin’. I had no right and it’s your privacy, but I knew he wouldn’t let me go if I didn’t tell him.”

“No, it’s alright. I’m the one that left the way that I did...”

“He wants to see you, they all do.”

“Steve-”

“I didn’t promise them anything, I just told them I’d let you know.”

“I guess I owe it to everyone, don’t I?”

“That’s for you to decide,” he smirks as his eyes study your face. “You smell like vanilla and strawberries.”

“It’s my soap,” you giggle.

“I feel like I should be angry with you. You looked me in the eyes and lied to me.”

“To be fair, you did the same thing, Rogers. For years.”

“That’s true,” he sighs, backing up and leaning against the kitchen island.

Your confusion is short lived when you hear Bucky come storming back in.

“Are you staying over or not?” you ask as the second timer goes off.

He glares looking from you to Steve, “do you even want me here?”

“Whether I do or don’t isn’t the point. I’ve already made dinner, it’s getting late, and there’s no reason for you to spend money if you don’t have to. If you don’t have to go back tonight, I prefer you to stay where I know you’re safe. The last thing I need is for you to get into an accident on an almost five hour ride home, because you were sulking and not paying attention,” you mutter, dumping the bow ties into a strainer before transfer them to a bowl.

He looks taken aback (in a good way) , before responding with, “thank you,” and grabbing another beer.

“Ya know, I know you two can’t get drunk off of anything I have, but I do have stronger drinks.”

“This is fine, doll. Thank you.”

Well, at least he’s being nicer.

Soon enough, you’re taking the salmon out of the oven and breaking it up, before cutting up the broccoli and adding both to the bow ties. After adding in your homemade white sauce, you add just a bit of lemon juice and mixing it all in together. You can’t lie, it’s nice to cook for someone besides yourself for a change, even if the situation is extremely awkward.

“Uh, darlin’?” Steve asks softly as you take three plates out of your upper cabinet.

“Hmm?”

“Not to be creepy or nosey, but your phone keeps vibrating,” he laughs.

“Ah shit!”

You completely forget to answer the chat between you, Meg, Nat.

“Take as much as you want,” you tell them before sprinting up the steps.

Grabbing it off of the nightstand, you let out a small groan as you see the string of missed texts in the ‘Three Crazies’ chat.

Ms. Widow: I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.

Rock n’ Roll Queen: What happened???

Ms. Widow: Steve heard me on the phone with Y/N, and hes taking a few days off go and see her.

Rock n’ Roll Queen: Oh shit! Oh SHIT!

Ms. Window: I think Buck is going too, or something, cause he took a few days off too. Maria found out and she’s freaking the fuck out.

Rock n’ Roll Queen: Fuck.

Ms. Widow: The whole fucking compound is buzzing, and Bruce is more than upset with me. Y/N, I’m really so sorry.

Rock n’ Roll Queen: Has anyone said anything to you?

Ms. Widow: No, Tony’s been pacing all day and the team is kind of dumbfounded. No one knew where she was, now, both Steve and Bucky are off to see her. No one knows why the divorce happened...no one knows anything.

Rock n’ Roll Queen: Babe, has anyone said anything? Has anyone showed up?

Ms. Widow: Oh God, please answer.

Rock n’ Roll Queen: Starting to get worried here, babe.

Ms. Widow: Please don’t hate me. I’m so damn sorry. I didn’t know Steve was even around.

Y/N: They’re here now, both of them are downstairs eating dinner, and they’re staying over tonight. I’ll talk more after dinner when I’m getting ready for bed. I could never hate you, Nat. You should know that by now.

You place your phone in your back back pocket and run a stressed hand through your hair, pacing before you remember they can both hear you and just stand in the middle of your bedroom. How was everything spiraling so fast? How the fuck were you supposed to explain things without saying too much? Oh God, how the fuck were you gonna deal with Maria?

All of these thoughts were giving you a headache, and you’re growing hungrier by the second. Racing back downstairs, you walk right by the two sets of inquisitive eyes, and make yourself a large helping of the pasta dish into a bowl before showering it with a generous helping of Parmesan cheese.

“What’s wrong, darlin’?” Steve is first to ask, but the look on Bucky’s face lets you know he’s just as worried.

“Everything is fine, just having a day,” you mutter, grabbing a fork and your drink before making your into your living room, and curling up on the couch.

You honestly aren’t even mad at them, but you’re now trying to navigate how all of this is going to work. You’d closed that chapter of your life, and had dealt with things in your own way, but now? Now, everyone knows and for as much as you hate to admit it, they deserve an explanation. It doesn’t matter that you technically did everything by the book (turning in all your weapons and any sensitive and classified details you had), you still abandoned your friends. The family you got to create. All they want is to see you and know that you’re okay, and who are you to say no? None of them did anything to deserve that.

God, you hope they don’t think you’ll stay. You have no desire for that life anymore, nor do you feel like seeing Maria’s smug fucking face anymore. No, you’re life isn’t exactly quiet now, but it’s a lot more calm and a lot more stable. You have your job, your fur baby, your home-

“Darlin’,” Steve sighs as he sits at the other end of the sofa.

You hadn’t even noticed that Charlotte had sensed your anxiety and stress, and curled up by your toes.

“I’m sorry, this is my fault-”

“I’m the one who walked away like I did, Steve.”

“Be that as it may, I-we disrupted your privacy. No, I didn’t expect Bucky to follow me, but I...I just needed to see you and didn’t think about anything else. I haven’t seen much of your life out here, but I can tell it’s quiet, you’re happy, and you’re finally at peace. Now, you have a million questions to answer and people to answer to. I’m really sorry, honey.”

“It’s...it’s fine,” you sob, not even understanding why you’re crying.

All at once, all of these emotions just overwhelm you, and you feel as if you’re drowning.

“Darlin’?!”

“What the hell did you do to her?!” you hear Bucky faintly yell.

Everything seems to fade around you and all sound is lost. Your family, friends, past...you have to face them all. Everything you’ve tricked yourself into thinking you’ve healed from is all of a sudden back in your life at once; the scabs all feel torn off and bleed again. Without warning, no easing back into it, and you have no idea what to expect. What if everyone hates you? What if no one even wants to see you? Is Maria the favorite now? Is she in your old office? You faintly feel someone wrap their arms around you, and you honestly don’t care which one of them it is, you just cling to them in a weak attempt to bring yourself back down.

“Darlin’, you’re okay, it’s all okay. Buck and I are right here,” Steve promises with worry laced in every word as he softly rubs your back.

He pulls you close and you can tell he’s trying to regulate your breathing with his own.

“I need you to breathe for me, pretty girl. Deep breaths,” he coos softly.

“M...Meg! Please call Meg,” you sob.

“Call Meg!” he repeats harshly towards Bucky, and you hate yourself for how worried they both are.

You pray that they don’t start arguing, because you don’t know what the hell you’ll do, and you can faintly hear Charlotte whining and feel her little paws on your lap. You haven’t had a panic attack since your second night there, and she’s never seen you have one.

This is only a bit of the final installation of 'My Little Decoy'. You can read the full version here.

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cevansbaby-dove · 1 month

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The Best Birthday Gift part 2

Pairing:Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Nothing but hurt and a touch of fluff.

You woke up the next morning to steve's arm draped over your stomach. You smile as you watch him sleep.

You lean over and kiss his cheek then climb out of bed and your legs are like jelly so you land on your butt. thud!

Steve sits up fast. "Who's there!?" He looks around you and hold your hand up. "It's just me..sorry" You push yourself up and sit on the bed. "You did a number on me Cap"

Steve moves over to you. "here I got ya"

You place your hand on his shoulder as you stand and he grabs your hips so you don't fall. "Good morning baby"

You smile. "hi handsome man" He kisses you and says. "So um..will we get questions about this?"

You smile. "Maybe but if they ask us anything we just say I fell asleep in your bed..."

Steve helps you to your room down the hall and he says. "We could be more then a one time thing if you want...I mean..uh..i'm down for it"

You turn and lean on the door frame. "I'll think about it Rogers, thanks again for last night"

He kisses you and says. "See you down there" You close your eyes feeling his beard lightly touch your cheek.

"yes sir" He smiles and walks away. You sigh and walk into your bed room and grab shorts and a shirt and put it on and you take your pill and walk down to the kitchen and Steve is talking to Tony. "Well how was your birthday y/n?" You hear tony ask you as you walk in with a slight smile.

"Good" You grab a cup and Steve is next to you and he whispers in your ear. "I still remember how your mouth tastes"

Tony look up from his newspaper. "What was that?" You turn around. 'Nothing um..the coffee doesn't taste good to Steve"

You smack his arm lightly then he says. "ok ok sorry" He hears Nat and Wanda walk into the kitchen.

"Morning ladies" Nat hugs you. "ugh we are the worst friends ever! I am so so sorry we couldn't be there yesterday"

You smile as you hug her than Wanda. "it's alright girls we will make time in a few days for our day out"

Steve coughs lightly making you look at him with a smirk. "Come on girls we should hang out"

Tony says. 'She and Rogers came in soaked last night they were out in the storm, thank God my rug is clean now"

Nat looks at Steve. "Oh God are you two sick now?" You shake your head. "No we're fine nat" You grab the girls hands and walk away before Steve can say anything.

Steve sighs watching you walk away. Tony says. "What's up Cap?" Steve shakes his head. "Nothing Tony" He takes a sip of his coffee then says. "can I ask you something?"

"Sure man, what's up?" Tony sits at the counter. Steve leans on the counter. "It's about y/n" Tony sighs. "You two fucked didn't you?" Steve's eyes go wide. "Language Tony!"

"well? Didn't you? You know the walls aren't thin..." Steve feels his cheeks go red even under his beard he still blushes. "Well uh...we uh.." he rubs his neck feeling awkward. "yes..."

Tony smiles. "About damn time You found her that way!" Steve blinks. "What?" "She's been super flirty with you and you always looked past that...I'm happy for you Rogers"

You and The girls sit on your bed and Nat says. "So what did you two do?" You smile. "um well we went out for a nice dinner then we went bowling and girls he needs help learning! he thought hitting one pin was a strike! and I won the bowling"

You laugh. "Um then we came back and I wanted to stay in the storm and he asked me to dance with him..."

Wanda says. "In the rain!?" Nat says. "Oh my God that's sweet!!" You giggle. 'yes um then he uh kissed me and the end!"

Nat gives you a questioning look. 'THE END!? Just one kiss and that's it? Y/N...are you hiding something from us?"

You shake your head. "No...I mean uh...I don't um.." Wanda says. "She is hiding something! Come tell us girl!" You laugh. "We had sex?"

Wanda and nat's jaws drop and you say. "it's only one time we are still friends...."

Wanda says. "friends!? how the fuck are you friends after you two...you two...fucked!?"

Nat says. "Friends....with benefits! Oh my God it's about time someone had him rail someone!"

You say. "Sh! tony doesn't know about it..please do not tell him"

Wanda says. "Oh yeah no we won't tell him right Nat?" Nat glances at Wanda smirking. "Won't tell him" You look at them and say. "You two suck at lying"

Nat says. "And you suck at keeping secrets" You smile. "Well..I wasn't sure if Steve wanted to have it out about last night..but I can't lie to my girlssss" You pull them in for a hug and giggle.

Steve hears you girls walk out of the room and your eyes meet and you send him a warm smile and Tony turns in his chair and says. "Oh hello y/n Steve tells me how great your birthday was"

You look at Steve and say. "Um..excuse me?" Tony pours himself a drink and nods. "Hmm hm the walls aren't thin" You feel your face turn red and Wanda says. "Damn I thought we only knew about you two...wow"

Steve says. "ok ok back off all of you please. This was just a one time thing it's not going to happen again." he walks to you."Right?"

You stood there frozen, you loved him but then again the words that just came out of steve's mouth didn't make it sound like he felt the same about you...You bite your lip holding back tears and say. "ri...right it's nothing"

Nat says. "Rogers! why the fuck would you say something like that?" You shake your head and walk out of the kitchen. "What did I say?' Steve said.

Nat sighs. "you just hurt her feelings saying it's nothing..damn man learn us girls! we don't do that just out of lust!"

She storms away and you hear her say behind you. "Sorry about him" You wipe away tears and say. "he's right...it's nothing big..it's just a hook up...nothing more"

Nat sighs. "y/n I can tell when someone is in love and you really do love him don't you?" You nod then face her. "but clearly he doesn't feel the same way"

You scoff. "Just let me be alone" Nat places her hand on your shoulder. "i'm here if you ever need" You nod. "Thanks but I want to be alone" She nods and walks away.

You walk into the training room and grab a gun and think maybe staying sharp will take your mind off of last night..

Bang Goes the gun. Steve's lust filled eyes flash into your mind. You press your lips together loading the gun again. Bang!

You remember how he kissed your neck. You roll your eyes. "Y/n get it together!" you said out loud.

Steve's eyes were on you and you didn't have to turn around to know that. "Come here to say how what we did last night didn't mean anything to you?" You shot another round.

Steve shakes his head. "I'm sorry I didn't think you felt that way about me" You set the gun down and turn to face him.

"Your right Steve...I guess you fucked me just to feel something uh? well don't worry it won't happen again"

You turn to walk away from him when he lightly grabs you arm.

Your eyes meet his and he says."Y/n last night was incredible but it can't happen again, we can't... it was a mistake to do that"

You say. "a mistake!? Oh I'm sorry if I fucked up your night by being nice to you! jesus Christ fine you know what!? I'm done...I am so done being nice to you now let go of me before I hurt you"

Steve drops his hand. You then say. "Stay away from me from now on!" You walk out and tell Tony, "i'm going out I can't stand it here!" You grab your car keys and Tony says. "Lovers fighting?" You turn. "we aren't lovers tony! Steve said it himself its was a mistake"

You slam the door and get into your car and drive away fast.

Last that day Steve gets a call from someone.

"hello?'

"is this Steve Rogers?"

"yes who is this?"

"My name is Kathy um someone here got into a crash and said to call you her name is y/n...do you know her?" Steve grabs his car keys and rushes out of the tower. "Is she ok?"

"Yes she was t-boned by a drunk but she's on her way to the ER" Steve gets into his car and says. "i'm on my way now thank you" the lady says. "you're welcome"

Steve drives away at a fast speed and lets the team know what happened and Nat says. "We're on our way too oh God did the lady say if y/n was hurt badly??"

"She didn't say God I hope she's ok" Steve runs a red light and then gets to the ER 20 minutes later. He rushes through the sliding doors and looks around. No sign of you anywhere.

Steve walks to the front desk and asks about you and if you were brought in yet. "Yes she is in the ICU she has a few broken ribs and major head trauma."

Steve takes off for the ICU he was now panicking that you might not make it.

Steve walks through doors and then sees the word ICU in a big letters. He makes a mad dash to the doors and sees a Doctor. "Hi um I'm looking for y/n l/n, she was in a car accident."

The doctor nods. "She's in surgery right now she had to be rushed in" Steve's eyes fill up with tears God he was beyond worried about you now.

Steve sits down in the waiting room hoping and praying you'd pull through this.

A/n:Oh no! Reader is in the ICU!! 😱 What will happen next!? Give me your guesses in the comments below :)

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romanarose · 2 months

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2000 followers!!!!

Graphic by @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog 🥰🥰

Wow, I'm in tears y'all I can't believe I'm at 2k!!!!!

I'll be straight up, the 1k celebration was a lot ;-;

And with school, I can't commit to a whole lot especially writing things for people who don't interact with my shit at all. So, I decided to do something specific

My talent lies in series more than one shots. It's where I shine. So I think the celebration will be centered more around my different universes! Acceptable universes will be listened an linked at the bottom.

Here's how to participate!

Fuck Marry Kiss

Pic 3 canon characters or OC's from any universes. If you say "Marc Spector" Specify if its from Seattle or Sunshine. Make sure I know which series bc there slightly different characterizations sometimes. Same with reader. MOST of my readers have a nickname like Little One or Madonna. Example: FMK: IYWBW Santi, Lorenzo, and Puppy Girl reader

2. Bonus chapter or thoughts (or thots)

Ever wanted to know how Zach and Lorenzo fell in love? Ever wondered what Jana and Will's friendship is like? Wanted to see what Guard Dog! Joel and Reader do for fun? Now is your chance! Please be clear if you're looking for thoughts or an organized chapter. Example: Can I please request a scene with how Santi calms down Laci when she has PTSD now that's she's a few years into healing? Example 2: Was wondering if you had some random thoughts of what shows Jake and Sam have watched together over the years?

3. Crossovers!

Want two characters from different universes to meet? Have a cross story ship? Think two readers or OC's would be besties? Think a pair of characters would be fun in a different AU? Come on over!

Example (From Fen): Leather and Lace Santi and Laci meet The Wrong Way Joel and Little one

Example 2 (Also from Fen): What if Sam met Becca.

Example 3: I think Angela from Blessed be the Fruit would absolutely love Candy and they should date.

Acceptable universes to ask for fics or crossovers from:

If You Wanna Be Wild (Santiago Garcia x Latina!Reader/OC x Javier Pena) with @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction Sunshine Starlight Sweetheart Brightside (Steven Grant x OC x Marc Spector) Seattle (Marc Spector x Jewish!OC) Leather and Lace Universe (Santiago Garcia x OC, Frankie Morales x AfroLatina!OC, William Miller x Vietnamese!OC, Ben Miller x M!OC) Awakening (Reader x all 4, IronPope, FishBen) Darkness on the Edge of Town (Joel Miller x reader, no age gap) DBF!Joel Miller Holiday Fucks (Joel Miller x reader, large age gap) Pieces from my dark side blog @romana-after-dark are allowed too. I have 2k followers here but Ill want to open the worlds in here to the event.

The Wrong Way (Dark!Joel Miller x reader, Dark!Tommy Miller x reader DDDNE) Guard Dog (Dark!Joel Miller x Dark!reader) Blessed Be the Fruit (Dark!Joel Miller x darkish!reader) Puppy Girl (dark!Joel Miller x reader, pet play) Room's on Fire (Reader x Santiago, Francisco, Will, Ben, FishBen, FishPope)

If you have other ideas, just ask!!!

Spring Break is coming up so im excited to do some of these and my commissions!

I CANNOT thank my lovely followers enough for all this!!! I love writing so fucking much and many have reached out to me about fics being healing for them

so, thank you. I mean it. Man of these stories, like LaL universe or TWW have been healing for me, processing a lot of feelings through them and i pu tmy heart and soul into my stories, so it makes me so happy and proud yall want to read.

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doomsdaybby · 2 years

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Five Pounds & Sixty Pence (steven grant x female reader)

what to expect/warnings: switch steven (whiny subby/slightly possessive), mutual pining, steven needs to shut his dirty mouth, squirting, fingering, developing relationship.

I slightly blue balls you at the end but don’t worry about it.

word count: 3.8k

!!EXPLICIT!!

You had been on a few dates with Steven Grant over the past couple of months. The shy, charmingly awkward, beautiful man that worked in the museum gift shop encapsulated you like no other had ever done before.

“That’ll be - uhh - five pounds and sixty pence” his warm eyes glimmered, a polite smile graced his kind face, and you just about melted into a puddle on the floor. You had visited the museum for the first time with some friends early February that year, and were stupidly close to veering away from the gift shop, when the alluring man behind the till caused you to almost trip over your own feet.

“Taweret,” he exhaled a jittered chuckle as you fumbled through your purse, pointing to the small statuette of the goddess whilst his other hand twitched as if he wasn’t sure where to put it, to then clumsily settle on the counter. “Excellent choice”.

You paused and lifted your lashes to gaze at him, his expression bright although he was far from comfortable. He always lost the very little nerve he had around divine women. “She’s pretty,” you said after humming in agreement. Truth be told, you didn’t quite care, your only motivation being that you had to buy something, so that you could linger around the shelves and marvel at the enticing gentlemen behind the counter without making it too obvious.

You smiled back at him when his grin grew bigger, his tousled dark locks bouncing as he nodded eagerly, and you could have sworn his pink cheeks deepened in rouge. ‘Pretty’ maybe wasn’t the word Steven would use, but be it that it was coming from your mouth had him blindly agreeing.

You could tell from the praising comment that he was holding back from explaining why he thought you made a good choice, and if you weren’t being beckoned towards the exit by your friends, you would have enthralled him. His eagerness, the excited glimmer that lingered behind his chocolate irises drew you close, and you wished for more time.

“Thankyou-“ glancing at his name tag that sat slightly lopsided on the pocket of his navy button up, “-Steven” you smiled, handing him the array of pound coins and loose change. “With a V,” he stuttered, pointing to his name badge as if you hadn’t already looked at it. The alluring stranger was now a little less strange, and you silently cursed him for turning your legs to putty for doing virtually nothing.

Steven. How could he make such a generic name seem so endearing?

His gaze scanned your flushed face, lids sitting slightly lazy as you witnessed him slip into a visible small daze. “Oh- uh, yeah. You’re welcome” he stood up straight in a rush, stunned and a little embarrassed upon the realisation that he had drifted.

From then on, you made every excuse to visit the museum every so often, spending days off you would usually squander in your one bedroom flat stealing greedy glances at Steven from between the shelves.

In your free time, with no one there to unwillingly drag you away, you would stand head in hands propped up on your elbows on the other side of the till, listening to him with undivided attention rivet spellbindingly on about the Egyptian Gods and Goddesses.

“Starting a collection, are we?” he grinned, and you recognised that same gleeful glint behind his eyes. You had sparked the conversation once another small statuette, of Isis this time, graced his palms over the counter. “Will you tell me about her?” you requested politely, your feet rooting to the ground beneath you when he began gushing about the major Goddess.

Two months passed before you worked up the courage to ask him out, having talked yourself out of asking him sooner too many times. His reaction to the proposal of drinks after his shift made your heartbeat flutter a little faster; his face automatically brightened whilst blinking at you in almost disbelief.

“Is… that a… yes?” you prodded, unable to stifle the schoolgirl-esque giggle that wormed its way out of your chest when he was rendered mute. There he was again, swimming in that ditsy daydream that he would often visit when he was around you, a far off gaze that made his eyes twinkle.

Steven shook his head, coming to his senses quicker than he would if you had drenched him in ice water, “Oh! Yes! -“ he cleared his throat, “Yes. Absolutely! Give me uhhh…,” he glanced at his watch, “Half an hour?”.

The first date was even more wonderful than you could have imagined, never tiring of his over enthusiastic gleeful voice laced with more delight than you had ever witnessed when you prodded him more about his knowledge on ancient Egypt, surprised that he wasn’t already a tour guide.

“You’re wasted at that place, they don’t deserve you” you told him with utmost sincerity, after becoming excessively annoyed by his heavy sigh once you asked why he was still working in the gift shop. Not at him, of course, but at his stupid boss. Why did they not see how wonderful he was?

Though it settled your heart when you practically saw the sunken purple under lethargic eyes bore a healthy glow to match the warm tan of his skin, realising that he probably didn’t have somebody to tell him how great he actually was. His lips curled into a small smile, settling there as his cheeks turned to that familiar rouge.

“Will I… will I be able to see you again?” he asked apprehensively as he helped you with your coat, stumbling slightly almost as if he expected a refusal. You turned to him, enjoying the way he would evidently allow intrusive thoughts to sway his body language and facial expressions, his eyes furiously scanning your face for some sort of cue, praying to every God that the answer wasn’t no.

You straightened the collar of his shirt, resisting the urge to run your hands over his strong shoulders that were hidden underneath the oversized geometric fabric, that you quickly caught on was one of his favourites.

And like a moth to a flame, you couldn’t resist.

So now here you were, two weeks later curled up on Steven’s grey fabric couch in his dingy London flat, chowing down on some noodles from the local Chinese takeaway. It was a battle within itself to wiggle your way into his flat in the first place, stunting the tried and true trusty puppy dog eyes and pouty lip that had him practically melting in front of you.

Glancing beside you, your stomach pooled with an overwhelming warmth. “God, this is amazing!”, the delight coating his words snapped you out of a trance you didn’t realise you were in, watching how his face would twist into gleeful smiles and theatrical gasps. Who knew a movie about hobbits and wizards would have him so enthralled?

He was so innocently sublime, overwhelmingly beguiling to every degree and beyond, and somehow he was interested in you. At least that’s what you would like to think, as every time he made the smallest move he would proceed to hastily back out at the last second.

If your hands touched he would allow his fingers to linger there for a moment, before whisking it away as quickly as it appeared amidst an awkward clear of the throat.

“What?” he laughed when he noticed you staring, cheeks stuffed full of noodles and eyes glittering with wonder. You clocked the steal of a glance at your lips, which only made your smile grow wider and your cheeks flush a deeper pink. “Nothing,” you replied, returning your attention to the film, relishing in the sensation of his gaze raking across your face.

You would kill to know what he was thinking at that moment. Hoping that he shared in your desire; as if he were to give you the green light, that god awful geometric shirt would be ripped from his torso and cast to the floor quicker than he could say ‘Hathor’.

But you wanted Steven to be the one to take it further, as you already felt that you had to step on his throat to even get past the first date, let alone hold grapple him in a chokehold to get through his front door.

You couldn’t be the one to hold the reins forever, and if either of you wanted there to be a forever, he would have to pluck up the courage to take it that one step forward.

There was a kindling fire behind those dark chocolate eyes that screamed for a spark; a match, a fan to the flame, anything, to transform into a raging inferno. You savoured the anticipation, relishing in the fact that at any moment, the embers would ignite.

You could cut the thick tense blanket that swallowed the atmosphere with a knife, the longer Steven stared the quicker your heart would beat, spiralling exponentially towards concaving in your chest. “You’re not watching,” you told him, pretending that you didn’t just want to pounce on him there and then.

“Yeah… yeah” he nodded dizzily, admiring the curve of your lips and the slither of collar bone that peaked out from under your cotton t-shirt. He audibly swallowed, a small shake of his head as he too returned even a morsel of attention back to the screen, having to unbutton the collar of his shirt.

And for the next two hours you sat in near complete silence, a comfortable silence at that, eventually sitting parallel knee against knee, two spoons shovelling into one bowl of raspberry ripple ice cream. You both shared the odd glance and smirk when the other gasped at the tv screen, cannily drinking in the look on Steven’s face when he was consumed with laughter.

Becoming slightly tired of dangling on the edge of expectation, you shuffled over towards Steven’s side of the couch and rested your head on his shoulder. You could call it a bold move, as his bicep clenched under your touch, but would soon relax when your arm snaked through his to curl into a comfortable link.

He smelled so good. Like coffee beans and that generic cedarwood aftershave every man on the planet would wear. But it was like new when it came from him. You found yourself leaning into him, heart fluttering and head promising sin. If your eyes could take the shape of hearts, then they would have done at this moment. It was almost too much to bear.

“This was fun,” Steven said sheepishly whilst leaning against the doorframe of his front door, another perfect example of the fact that he never knew how to place himself, always appearing so self-conscious and fuelled by unease. “I like spending time with you,” you admitted, the first time either of you had explicitly informed the other that you actually valued when you were together.

Another bashful grin, both rows of teeth on full display as he glanced at the floor. You had half expected him to lift a leg up behind him like the lead female role would do in a rom-com. “We should do something again soon, yeah?” his eyes connected with yours, and your ribcage splintered. You didn’t want to leave. Not right now.

But it was obvious he didn’t want you to stay, and you lingered there for what felt like an eternity, screaming at him in your head to let you stay with him a little while longer.

“See you soon, Steven with a V” you turned to begin your walk to the uber waiting outside of the flat block, the lack of offer to, at the very least, walk with you resonating a painful sting.

But you barely even took a step, having only turned your back before you felt a strong grip of calloused fingers along the nook of your elbow. Spinning around, you didn’t have a chance to utter a single syllable before his lips were on yours. You leant forward towards him again, hands flying to his curls whilst his glide over your sides, mesmerising every curve and dip of your padded flesh, twisting around your back.

One hand settles on the small of your back, the other pressing frightenglingy harshly between your shoulder blades. He held you there, rooting you to the ground and suddenly feeling fragile and small in his grasp, waiting to be consumed and devoured. If he pressed any harder you would surely combust under the pressure.

Every shared glance, every hover of delicate fingers on skin, and every heartfelt compliment shattered and swelled all at once within this kiss. You had wanted it from the moment you saw him, with his lopsided name tag and dishevelled brooding appearance.

Your stomach flipped, lungs knotting themselves together amongst the sheer disbelief that you finally got to touch him, possessively and obediently. From your shoulder blades his large palm skates to hook around the back of your neck, forcing you closer as your teeth chattered against one another.

As much as you could stand here forever with him, consuming his taste and touch in every way possible, you couldn’t fuck him out in the corridor. So mustering up the might to push him back, he whimpered as your lips disconnected, his pink tongue chasing your mouth in a desperate attempt to keep you sealed together.

With the fabric of his shirt wadded in the palm of your hand and his shaking breath brushing your nose, you walked him back and shut the front door, not wasting another second before tugging on his shirt to pull him right back in. Steven jolted against you, swiftly lunging himself forward as your tongues twisted together before your lips even had the chance to reconnect.

He tasted of raspberry ice cream, so sweet, and you felt the stretch of his lips as he smiled into you. His large hands found your hips, digging fingertips into the soft flesh underneath the sheer fabric of your dress to quickly smooth over the hurt when you winced.

The awkward, sunken-so-far-down-in-his-chair-he-near-folded-in-on-himself, unimpeachable Steven had been flung out of the nearest window. This new form of himself that held you with such ferocity was uncharted territory, and you liked it.

He was desperate. And so were you.

“Oh god… is this okay?” he questioned against your lips as his fingers fumble with the hem of your dress, returning to those stuttering words and unsure wandering hands that were crying out to explore your body.

“Fuck, Steven, of course it’s okay” your voice dripped with arousal, a twinge of annoyance simmering behind your tone at his apprehensiveness. “Do whatever you want. It’s okay. This-“ you seized his hands and brought them up to harshly squeeze the tissue of your breasts, “-is okay”.

His eyes widened in a spectacular fashion as soon as his clammy palms kneaded the tender flesh, again frantic when they flickered between your chest and your face, unsure of where to look but knowing exactly what to do next.

Green light.

“‘Do whatever you want’, yeah?” his lips curled into a blood curdling grin, every cell in your body crystallising when you physically witnessed his eyes transcend darker. “Oh, darling. I will” and your heartbeat skyrocketed, much did the second one south of your hips that thumped with wicked urgent intent.

His kiss-bruised lips latched to your throat, and you felt yourself titling your head back against the door to give him easier access. As he nipped at the sensitive skin of your throat, one hand suctioned to your breast, resonating an ache that paired with the brutish force of his palming.

He wasted no time to send the other prowling up underneath your dress; nimble quick fingertips ghosting over the skin of your belly, sparking an array of goosebumps in their wake, tracing over the rolls of your sides along your ribs, settling against the cushion of your naked bosom.

Steven groaned against your neck, the rumbling adding to the multitude of sensations that had your breathing latch and heartbeat frantic. The only thing you could do was to hang onto him for dear life, your hands grasping to the roots of his curls as he had you pinned against the doorway, belligerently sucking welts of blue and purple against your skin.

“Fuck, Steven…” his name rolled off your tongue with an embarrassing simplicity, ready to fall to your knees if he commanded you to do so. You tightened your grip on his tousled curls, enough so that you winced at the mere thought of how it felt, but Steven only omitted a delighted groan in return.

He wedged himself against you, rolling his hips against your thigh where you quickly became aware of his own arousal, cock straining deliciously in his jeans. “Poor baby…” you cooed, reaching down to glide your hand over his clothed erection. He whimpered, a needy sound you had never quite heard before, fingers digging into your skin again so harshly you were bound to be bruised.

He melts against you, dragging a hand down to tease the waistband of your panties as your palm flattens along his apparent bulge. His head is buried into the crook of your neck, hot trembling moaning breaths fanning along your collarbone and chest. From this angle you could kiss along his glistening hairline, travelling towards his temple as you allowed him to drift again, savouring every little touch and squeeze in between.

“That’s it, darling” he drawled in response when you opened your legs for him, right on cue for his fingers to dip below the cloth concealing your modesty. Drawing him closer, ragged breaths seared the back of your throat as thick fingers discover how soaked you are for him. Ready and waiting, utterly dripping, for him.

“Fuck,” he runs his fingertips over the mound of your clit, breathing out a laugh of almost disbelief when you squeak. He must have felt your heart skip a beat; pulling his head back now to peer at you with a new wanderlust daze of sheer awestruck and admiration, a smirk painting his stupidly perfect face when those same fingers slid down to your slick entrance.

As if your state of arousal wasn’t obvious enough, as Steven teased your folds over and over again, the sound of it was a dead giveaway. “So fucking wet for me…” that familiar delight lingered behind his words, as if he had been presented with a professionally wrapped gift on christmas morning, satin bow and all.

“All for you…” you made sure he knew it. How devoted you were to him, how you would do anything he said at the drop of a hat. You had been hooked since the beginning. His thumb pad finally began to circle your clit, clumsily at first but he soon found his rhythm.

Now it was your turn to melt against him, fighting clawing urges to both hold his gaze and also throw your head back and squeeze your eyes shut amongst the pleasure. Just as you thought you were as close to heaven as you could get, Steven pushed a thick ring finger into your aching heat, catapulting you to a place otherworldly.

“Jesus! Steven!”, although you were more than prepared for him, the sudden sensation of becoming so full by just a finger was a jolting surprise within itself. He stared at you slack jawed, running his tongue absentmindedly over his bottom lip, watching you spurred with sacrilegious intent.

You ground down against him in a stupor, silently begging for more. Of course, Steven wouldn’t leave you hanging, as much as the thought of you pleading for him danced in his head, he wasn’t about to deprive this sweet sweet Goddess of the pleasure she deserved. There was plenty of time to practice those fantasies he pushed to the back of his mind.

He slips in another finger with ease, the initial shock of his presence within you settling, the familiar warmth pooling at the pit of your stomach. “That’s it, angel. Such a good girl” he cooed in your ear, returning his lips that glimmered with saliva to your reddened throat, purring buttery sweet nothings against your skin.

“Oh my fucking god,” you squirmed away from his touch, the firecrackers rippling along your spine teetering on the edge of too much to bear. But in this position, trapped between a wooden door and a man that was built as if chiselled from polished marble, you had nowhere to go.

And jesus fuck, you were glad to be caged.

Steven pulled his fingers back out of you again, and this time you whimpered in the same desperate tone he adorned only minutes ago. But with a shift of his posture and a curve of his wrist, he curled his fingers up into you at a new unrelenting angle that had you chanting with no cohesion.

He suckled at your flesh, the bulging arteries that pumped mercilessly with hot blood beckoning him like a siren call. “Oh god, Steven. Steven!” your whimpers became cries, cries became muffled screams that were stunted by the weight of his free hand that clasped rapidly over your mouth. The last thing he needed was a noise complaint from his shitty neighbours.

“Are you going to cum for me, angel? Such a pretty baby, falling apart all because of my fingers? You have no idea what my cock can do to you” the filth that stringed from his lips were enough to tip you over that edge, his voice as sweet as honey yet cold as ice. You never imagined such vulgarity to bubble from the throat of someone so… well, someone like Steven.

Your throat splintered under the weight of your cries, moan after moan ripping from your chest as you flooded the palm of his hands. You faintly heard what can only be described as rain in a thunderstorm hammering down south of your hips, head fuzzy and brain buzzing.

You noticed Steven’s bewildered and exhilterated expression as his focus dipped to his fingers that ploughed you through your high, slowing to a steady pace as your cries dwindled into soft moans. “Bloody hell, can you do that again?!“ his boyish pitch had returned, and it was when you fully came to your senses that you realised what had happened.

Titling your head down to follow his wide eyes, your chest began to cave in once again through the panic of realisation. You saw the front of Steven’s jeans first, splashed with the result of your orgasm, then; the tips of his fingers still aligned with your entrance, his palm and wrist dripping with your cum.

And the floor. God. The floor had become puddled with more arousal than you had ever seen. You knew you were capable, but goddamn, you had never squirted this much before.

“Oh jesus, I’m sorry. I didn’t-“ but you were cut off by his lips sealing with yours in a flurry, quickly shutting you up and snuffing out any doubt that has risen in your head. “Don’t you dare apologise,” he warned, tone so buttery and genuine as he kissed away any shame or uncertainty.

“I'm going to make you do that again”.

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woohoo! my first moon knight fic.

feedback is always appreciated! 💖

should I do a second part? I think that’s fair lmao.

#steven grant #steven grant x reader #steven grant smut #steven grant fanfiction #moon knight #unapologetic oscar isaac content #oscar isaac #marvel #marvel fan fiction #mcu imagine #moon knight imagine #steven grant imagine #slight follow of canon #but also not really #fanfiction writer #doomsdaybby

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poppingaround · 1 year

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The fact that I’m still obsessed with moon knight after the show was ended like, months ago?? How, why, what

I can’t stop thinking about them and I just keep falling deeper and deeper omg😭🤲

I NEED HELP

#moon knight #moon knight x reader #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockely x reader #moon knight x you #and I need help means I need more fan fictions

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blackleatherjacketz · 1 year

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Forbidden Fruit: Masterlist

Jack Russell x Female Reader

Alistair (OC) x Female Reader

Summary: Jack saves you from a vicious vampire attack and you discover you might be more entangled than you thought.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Mature Content, NSFW, Love Triangle, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Bondage, Vampires, Werewolves, Blood, Gore, Injury, Torture, Sniffing, Kissing, Biting, Spanking, Vaginal Fingering, Finger Sucking, Female Orgasm, Kidnapping, Dubious Consent, Jealousy, Gaslighting, Manipulation, Memory Loss, Hand Holding, Face Holding, Domestic Jack

Special Guest Star: Moon Knight

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

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banana-cheese-cake · 2 months

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All You Have To Do Is Ask

Soooooo I may have written my very first fanfic hehehehehe, it's below the cut for anyone interested xoxo

A soft moan escaped you as Steven trailed wet kisses up the side of your neck, sucking and biting as he went. He had to have left dozens of marks on your skin at this point but you were too lost in him to care. Gentle fingers cupped your jaw, titling your face up so you could look into the full length mirror Steven had set up in front of his mattress. The sight before you pulled a whimper from you as you drank it in.

You were straddling his thighs as he sat behind you at the end of his mattress, your clothes long since forgotten and strewn about his apartment. You watched your reflection as you slowly rocked your hips back against his, pulling a sweet sound from the man behind you. His free hand roamed your body before finally landing on your breast as he connected his gaze with yours in the mirror. As he gently pinched your sensitive nipple between his fingers, he moved his lips to the shell of your ear, his lust-ridden voice sending a shiver down your spine. “You look so beautiful like this, love. So perfect for me,” he purred in your ear.

“Steven,” his name came out in a whine.

He moved his hand up from your chin to cup your cheek, the soft look he gave you filling your heart with warmth. “Use your words for me, darling. Tell me exactly what you want, I'll give you anything, all you have to do is ask.”

He's been teasing you for over an hour. Once you two had gotten home from your date you were on each other the second the door clicked shut behind you. You were all roaming hands and open mouthed kisses, fumbling to tear each other's clothes off as fast as possible, each wanting to feel every inch of the other. Steven had laid you down at the end of his bed, getting on his knees in front of you and peppering soft kisses along your inner thighs. Teasing and refusing to give you what you wanted until you were a writhing, whining mess in front of him.

When he finally sunk two thick fingers into you, you were soaking wet for him. You barely had time to relish in the feeling before he licked a stripe up your folds, pulling a high pitched moan from your throat. He groaned at the taste of you, licking and sucking at your clit like his life depended on it. Your fingers tangled in his hair while your thighs clenched around his head as he pulled you closer and closer to your first orgasm of the night. As he pumped his fingers in and out of you, curling them to hit that sweet spot and sucking your clit in tandem, moaning against you, you finally came undone. Your back arched off his bed as your legs trembled and shook around him, grinding against his face to prolong your pleasure. You barely noticed you were practically screaming his name until he finally pulled away from you, the sight beneath you leaving you speechless.

Steven leaned back on his knees before you, his face flushed and covered in you, eyes nearly blacked out with lust, his hair disheveled and sticking up where you'd pulled at it moments before. He rubbed soft circles into your thighs as you came down from your orgasm, his toned chest and golden skin heaving as he panted from the effort, he looked practically ethereal like this. You shakily sat up and grabbed his face with both of your hands, kissing him and moaning at the taste of your release on his lips. He rose up to meet you, gently pushing you back on the bed as he stood.

“One moment, dear, I'd like to try something new this time. I mean, if that’s alright with you of course.” He seemed nervous as he looked at you, worried you would be scared away by his request.

You reached out and took his hand in yours, rubbing his knuckles softly as you spoke, “I'm always open to trying new things with you, Steven, what did you wanna try?”

His eyes lit up and he beamed at you, he squeezed your hand and turned to uncover something you hadn’t noticed across from his bed. As he pulled the blanket away to reveal a full length mirror, you felt yourself getting impossibly more wet, clenching around nothing as he locked eyes with you and spoke. “I thought maybe we could both- um, watch? I mean, if you're okay with it. If not that's fine I just-.” “Steven, yes. Absolutely, definitely, yes.” Your words rushed out of you, interrupting his nervous rambling and pulling him back towards you.

And that was how you ended up here, grinding torturously slow against his thick cock in front of the mirror. He still hadn't sunk himself into you, despite your whines and moans, he wanted to hear you ask for it, wanted to hear you begging for him to fuck you.

“Fuck, I- Steven please, baby please I need it,” you begged, grinding your soaking wet pussy against his aching cock.

“Need what, love? I need to hear you say it.” He held your hips down with one hand, stilling your movements against him and pulling another whine out of you.

“I need you to fuck me, Steven. Please, I need it,” your voice came out a breathless whine, but it was all he needed to hear.

He peppered kisses along your shoulder blade as he spoke into your skin, “Get on all fours for me, beautiful, facing the mirror.”

He helped you onto the bed as he stood from where you two had been sitting at the end of his mattress, leaving lingering touches on your skin as he gently moved you into the position he wanted. Steven rubbed your hips as he settled behind you, as he lined himself up at your entrance a gentle hand tugged softly at your hair, pulling you gaze up to his in the mirror. “Keep your eyes on me or I stop, got it?” His voice was stern and low and it made you whimper beneath him as you nodded frantically. “You need to use your words, gorgeous. I'm gonna say it again, alright? If you take your eyes off me I'll stop moving, you got that?”

“Yes, I got it,” you spoke, your words laced in lust, “now please fuck me, Steven.”

He placed one hand softly on your hip and left the other in your hair as he slowly pushed himself into you, simultaneously pushing the air out of your lungs and causing the both of you to moan deeply together, still keeping your eyes locked on his. He rubbed your hip in soft soothing circles after he bottomed out, letting you adjust to him as he ran his fingers gently through your hair. “Y'feel so fucking good, sweetheart, such a pretty pussy just dripping for me. I'm gonna start moving now, yeah?” His deep, raspy voice made you clench around him, pulling a beautiful moan from the man.

“Fuck yes, please move baby please.” You rocked your hips back into him, urging him to move.

He pulled all the way out of you, leaving you whining at the loss until he slowly sunk himself fully back in, starting a slow gentle rhythm. You could feel every inch of him with each thrust, eyes still locked on him until he shifted slightly and hit a spot deep inside you that made you gasp and your eyes roll into the back of your head. You arched your back and moaned as he repeated the motion and hit that spot once more, “Fuck, right there, honey, right fucking there oh my God.”

You hadn't noticed your eyes had closed until you felt him still his movements behind you and tug on your hair, forcing your head up with a whine as you pulled your eyes open, meeting his in the mirror. “Keep your eyes open or we stop, remember?” His voice was low and demanding as you nodded, his grip on your hair tightening to keep your head up, ensuring you could see everything that was happening as it played out. Satisfied you weren't going to close your eyes, he resumed his movements, this time going faster and harder, grunting with each thrust, making your tits bounce and your second orgasm of the night creep ever closer as he hit your G-spot over and over. “You’re doing so good for me, baby. Such a good girl.” Steven panted in-between moans and whines of your name.

He took in the absolute vision in front of him as he continued fucking you at a brutal pace. Loose strands of hair framed your face, your jaw was slack and your pupils completely blown out with lust. Your sweat slick skin shone in the overhead lights of the apartment, your breasts bounced rhythmically along his thrusts. The nearly pornographic sounds falling from your lips only added to your combined pleasure, he could've came from the sound alone if he wasn’t so desperate to finish with you.

Steven could feel you were close, your moans increasing in volume as your walls began to clench around him. He released your hair from his grasp and reached around to rub circles into your clit, pulling filthy sounds from your throat.

“I-I'm gonna come Steven, oh fuck, please don’t stop,” you cried as your orgasm quickly approached.

“I know, baby, I know. Go ahead, pretty girl, you're doing so good f'me, so fucking good,” he cooed above you as his own release neared.

Your legs began to shake and Steven's hips began to stutter as you came around him, pulling his release from him as he filled you with his seed and your eyes met in the mirror. The guttural sounds you both made would've been embarrassing if it weren't for the feeling of ecstasy that accompanied them. He slowly pumped and pushed his spend further into you while you rode out your own high, until you whimpered and he finally pulled out. Moaning as he watched his come leak out of you and down your thighs.

“So beautiful, love, let's go take a bath, yeah? I got more of your favorite bubble bath from that place you like,” he spoke softly against your ear, rubbing soothing circles into your back and pressing kisses against the side of your head.

“That sounds nice, but I think you’ll need to carry me,” you said with a giggle as he continued his kissing down your neck.

“Anything for you, darling, all you have to do is ask,” he whispered to you before scooping you up in his arms, pulling laughter from both of you as he carried you toward the bathroom for your well-deserved bath.

Thank you to @fandoms-writings for being my Beta reader and thank you @bemorethan for being the world's best editor!! <3

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luvpedropascal · 2 years

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Suddenly in desperate, desperate need of taller reader content- specifically for steven-

How he'd look up at you with those big beautiful eyes just makes me feel some kind of way :(

i know 😭😭😭 here are some of my thoughts (half fluff half smut)

- i definitely think that steven would really enjoy your height difference. never for a second would he have any negative feelings about it. on the contrary, he would probably notice you’re taller than him and find it really hot.

- no matter how big the height difference, steven would like joking around by standing up on his toes to kiss you playfully, even if he doesn’t need to.

- whenever you’re standing and talking to him, even if his head is only tilted up a tiny bit, he’s looking up at you through those long lashes and his eyes somehow look even more angelic.

- one day you tell him how pretty his eyes look when he looks at you like that and he smiles shyly, his eyes crinkling and looking even prettier and you just kiss him until he’s losing his balance

- hugs with him <333 even if it’s a small height difference, the difference makes it more comfortable for you to hug him around his neck and him to hug your waist, which makes for the most comfortable, perfect hugs. he’ll rest his head on your chest and you’ll tuck your head against his shoulder, and you just fit perfectly together.

- one of his favorite things is when he’s cooking or doing something with his back to you, and you come up and hug him from behind, resting your chin on his shoulder and just swaying with him. it feels nice to have you so close and your bodies fit so well together and so he just loves it.

- on a more nsfw note, your height difference also really really turns steven on. we know he’s the sweetest, most submissive boy, so having even the slightest height difference makes steven feel a little more small and powerless around you.

- he likes the way you loom over him when he’s on his knees, or how you lean down to kiss him and have to tilt his chin up just a little.

- he loves the way you look down at him just a little bit, your gaze soft yet so powerful, it always gets him going.

- your legs are longer than his so during sex you have leverage against him, using it to pin him down or flip positions with him and he loves it.

- if you’re strong and not afraid to show it, steven will go absolutely feral over it in bed. pin him down, toss him around a little, maneuver him the way you want — he’ll become a submissive, whimpering, pliant mess for you.

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ijustwant2write · 2 years

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Communicating-Marc Spector x Reader x Steven Grant

(GIF credit to @luke-skywalker)

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Summary: After a hard day, all (Y/N) wants to do us rant to her boyfriends. But Marc ends up making things worse, and becomes jealous of Steven who seems to solve everything.

Characters: Marc Spector x Reader, Steven Grant x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Swearing, arguing, fluff

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(Y/N) was frustrated, and that was putting it lightly. She had the worst morning at work, despite only being in for half a day, then when she went to her friend's birthday lunch, all two of the girls could do was argue with each other; turns out, one of them had been sleeping with the other girl's boyfriend, so the argument was justified, except for when they began to get physical with one another. In fact, the whole week had been going downhill for her.

She could crashed on the sofa as soon as she got in the flat. Dragging her feet along the floor, she mumbled a hello to the two fish, before throwing herself back onto the sofa. As she kicked off her shoes, she heard the bathroom door open, Marc walking out. She knew who was present now, but it was incredibly confusing a few months ago.

"Woah, what happened to you?" Marc asked as he approached her.

She didn't like how he worded that."You could just say hello and ask how I am."

"I just did."

"No, Marc, no." Steven could already see this going bad.

(Y/N) huffed, rubbing her eyes."I've had the shittiest day. So my manager had a go at me because I was working a half day, she called me selfish and not a team player, even though she was happy to book it off for me all those weeks ago. Then I was relieved to go meet up with the girls, thinking we would have a lovely meal together. But nope. Turns out Lisa has been sleeping with Erika's boyfriend, and it may as well have been WWE in that restaurant. And just this whole week really. Everyone has been negative, nothing is getting done. Urgh, it's just been a lot."

"Well, it's done now."

Marc didn't mean to sound blunt, he was genuinely having a normal conversation. However, (Y/N) took it the wrong way.

"What's wrong? Has something happened whilst I was out?"

"What? No? Why would you ask?"

"Your tone, it's just very sharp right now."

"It isn't."

"It is."

"Babe, you didn't even say hello when I came in."

"Neither did you."

She huffed."Whatever."

"What have I done wrong?"

"Are you listening to yourself Marc?"

"Nothing. Look, I'm just upset about the day I've had."

"Then leave it at the door, it's done now."

"Maybe I should take over-"

"Marc! What the hell is wrong with you?"

Marc was genuinely confused, growing angry over something so little."What I meant was just forget about it! It's happened, you're home, there's nothing else you can do."

"You don't have to sound so cruel about it! I just wanted to rant to you, get all my feelings out. Instead you've just pissed me off even more."

She stood from the sofa, throwing her handbag to the floor as she made her way over to the bed. Stripping herself of her coat, (Y/N) said nothing as she laid down, curling up into a ball facing away from Marc.

"Look what you've done."

"Me?!" Marc harshly whispered, whipping around to face a mirror where Steven was glaring back."What the hell just happened? I don't know what I've done!"

"Let me take over, it will be better if I handle it."

"No, I'm going to deal with this, I don't need your help."

Before Steven could argue back, Marc approached (Y/N), sitting on the edge of the bed. Although he was determined to sort this, he didn't know where to start.

"Do...do you want a hug?"

(Y/N) rolled over to look at him in disbelief. He had no clue what he had done or how to comfort someone.

"Marc, you're going to make this worse if you keep talking."

"What's with the attitude?"

"I'm not your teenage daughter Marc, speak to me like an adult, like your girlfriend."

"I'll speak to you like an adult when you act like one."

"Mate."

Now Marc knew he had fucked up. (Y/N) shook her head, he saw the tears begin to fall. She rolled back over, her voice snappy as she spoke.

"Go away Marc."

That didn't mean for Marc to physically leave the flat. That meant she wanted him gone and Steven to be with her instead. He hated when she did this. It made him feel invalid. She never told Steven to go away. But he was angry, and he wanted nothing more than to leave the situation.

Steven quickly took over, quicker than expecting, gasping a little when he had the control. He had to pick up the pieces, something that annoyed him. Marc had to learn.

"(Y/N)?" he softly said, he was so different to Marc."Love, do you want to talk?"

When she didn't move, Steven cautiously moved closer, slowly lying down behind her, spooning her as he wrapped one arm around her. He kissed her bare shoulder, feeling her body shake as she started crying.

"(Y/N), what's wrong?, has something besides today happened?"

"No, it's a mix of things." (Y/N) cried, gripping onto the arm wrapped around her.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"He'll be listening."

"Who? Marc?"

"It's just...it's not just him, for starters. Yes, this week has been hell. Honestly, coming home to you two is always great, it's been such a relief. But Marc just has to ruin it. I can't say anything without a remark, or if something annoys me he has to quip back. I get you're two different people, but after days like these I just want to get my feelings out of my system and cuddle. Marc doesn't get that."

Marc was listening to everything she said. He felt like a dick. He understood why (Y/N) always wanted Steven when she was upset. It was true that he was better at handling it. It hurt that he was the reason she was crying though.

"You know he cares about you right? He might not be as soft as I am, but he does."

"I know, and I feel bad for saying stuff like this. It's how I feel though."

"Dont feel bad, you're expressing your feelings."

"I can't help it. Especially after all you guys do, you don't exactly want to come back from a fight to listen to your girlfriend complain about her normal life."

"Yeah, sometimes the bad guys are easier."

She let out a little giggle. Steven smiled at the sound.

"He's so mad at me, I can feel it." (Y/N) sniffled.

"No, he's never mad at you."

"Yes he is, Steven."

"I would use the word annoyed."

"I guess that's a little better. Do you see him when he gets angry? He looks like he wants to shout and scream at me."

"I do?"

"I'm not scared of him, I know he's not going to hurt me."

"I would never."

"I hate arguing with either of you. You're just easier to resolve with."

"I think you two should talk."

"Not yet, please. I need a moment."

Steven agreed, letting them lie in silence together. He always wanted (Y/N) to be happy, it hurt him so much to see her cry. However, Marc had to step up and take responsibility for these arguments; Steven feared that Marc would push (Y/N) away if he didn't change.

"I need to speak to her."

"Not yet." Steven mumbled back.

"Hm?" (Y/N) perked up."Is that Marc?"

"Yeah. He wants to talk."

"That makes a change." she winced at her tone."Sorry, I didn't mean to be harsh."

"Maybe you should talk now. He's really regretting what he said."

(Y/N) thought for a moment. She was nervous to speak to him. Although she knew they would make up and put it behind them, she wasn't in the mood to start crying again. Slipping out of Steven's hold, she sat up, bringing her knees up to her chest. Wiping at her wet cheeks, (Y/N) sighed.

"OK, let me speak to him."

Her gaze was elsewhere as they switched. The bed shifted beside her, Marc now present and looking unsure.

"I'm sorry for my tone earlier. I don't realise how much I sound like a douchebag at times. And you know Steven is the total opposite of me, you two have never argued."

"I understand that's how you speak sometimes. But I had a hard day and it really wasn't what I wanted to hear."

Marc cautiously inched closer."I know. I'll work on that, I promise. Steven is just so much better at being sympathetic. I never want to see you in a state like this, it pains me. I'm...I'm just crap at consoling people. Which I then get annoyed about because I can't do anything to help."

"I appreciate you trying though Marc."

"You know I love you, more than anything else in this world."

"I know. And I love you just as much. I'm also sorry."

"For what?"

"For always dumping my negativity on you. I could come back a bit happier and also make sure you've had a good day before letting it all out of my system."

"That's what we're here for though. Each of us support each other. And how many times have I come back to you bloodied and bruised up?"

"More times than I would like."

He placed a gentle kiss to her cheek."Are we friends again?"

She looked at him with a smile."Friends."

They kissed, and it was so sweet. (Y/N) got up onto her knees, hugging him close. They needed to speak about this.

"Can we lie down together now?" Marc mumbled into her shoulder.

Without saying anything, (Y/N) fell onto her back, pulling Marc down with her. They laughed as they adjusted into a more comfortable position, both content. Steven was smiling to himself, Marc could be a softie sometimes.

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starryevermore · 2 years

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more hearts than mine ✧ steven grant, marc spector, & jake lockley

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pairing: steven grant x fem!reader; marc spector x fem!reader (eventual); jake lockley x fem!reader

summary: marc and jake have made it clear that they don’t like you. but your heart is not the only one being broken by their actions and the consequences that follow.

word count: 6,945

warnings?: angst city™, probably ooc but i don’t really care, break up, eventual make up, anxiety attack, pet names (love [steven]/baby [marc]/princess [jake, sometimes derogatory but eventually affectionate]), not proofread

You were almost certain that Marc and Jake didn’t like you. They had never said it, of course, which was surprising since neither man was never the kind of person that would keep their opinions to themselves. But you could tell. You may have been more of the “book smart” type and only slightly less awkward as Steven, but you weren’t a complete idiot when it came to social cues. You could see the way Marc would tense when he would front while Steve was on a date with you, getting up and leaving you all alone without even so much as a “goodbye”. You saw how, when Jake was fronting, he’d go out of his way to avoid contacting you in anyway and it’d be days, sometimes weeks, before Steven would front again and you’d be left alone to wonder if he was even still alive. Hell, once, before either you or Steven knew of Jake or Marc, Jake had gone so far as to set Steven up on a date with another woman when he fully knew that Steven was working up the courage to finally ask you to officially be his girlfriend after months of going on dates.

Life had been so much easier when all you had to wonder about was how your boyfriend would end up on the other side of the planet while he was sleeping. Oh, what you would give to go back to those times. You’d thought they were rough back then, but that was nothing compared to your life now.

That was not to say, of course, that you hated Marc or Jake. It had taken some getting used to, in the beginning. Not knowing which man you were going to get on a given day. Some days, you’d wake up with a sweet text from Steven, wishing you a good morning. Other days, radio silence. Some days, you got to swing by Steven’s flat and have dinner with him. Other days, you’d come by with food and Marc would tell you he hated whatever you’d pick out. Some days, Steve would front the entire day and the two of you would have the time of your lives. Other days, you’d be having a sweet moment with Steven end abruptly when Marc or Jake would decide to front.

You tried your best to make things work. It never really did. Steven learned a lot about the other two in the months after learning of their existence. He told you things they liked, things they didn’t, in hopes that maybe if you tried including them that they would warm up to you. It only ever got colder. You tried to not let it hurt too much. You didn’t want Steven to feel like he was at fault because, even if you both knew he wasn’t, he would still feel bad about it. So you just learned to grit your teeth and bear through it, knowing that eventually you would get time with Steven again.

Today, though, you really, really, really hoped that Steven would be the one fronting. Because you were on the brink of collapse, and all you wanted was for your boyfriend to hold you close, kiss you softly, tell you about his day working at the gift shop so you didn’t have to think about anything but listening to him.

You were a writer, a novelist. You were working on your next book, slated to be a big hit like all your ones before. But you could behind in writing it, and then your editor moved up your deadline for the first draft to fucking tomorrow, and you were working your ass off trying to get the damn draft done. You’d gone to Steven’s flat, hoping that he would be there so you could bounce ideas off him while he brewed you tea, encouraging you the entire way, making sure that you were making sufficient progress.

But when you got the flat, it was clear that Steven hadn’t been there in a few days. You’d known that he hadn’t been fronting, since you’d heard literally nothing from him, but you foolishly held out hope. Well, at least you were there though. Maybe he would front last minute when Jake or Marc were on their way home, and you could still go forward with your plan.

So, you hunkered down at Steven’s desk, pulled out your laptop and got busy.

You lost track of time as you wrote, the sun soon setting by the time you heard the door slam shut. You looked over, seeing the hunched shoulders and dark glower that belonged to the one and only Jake Lockley. Great. Just what you were looking for.

Trying to avoid a confrontation, you started gathering your things, saying, “Sorry, I was just about to head out.”

“Sure don’t look like you’re heading out, princess,” Jake muttered, looking at your belongings spread out on the desk.

“Okay, maybe not just leaving, but I promise I’ll be out of your hair lickety split,” you said, putting your laptop charger into your bag.

“Thank god for that. I can’t believe Steven still puts up with this shit,” Jake muttered to himself.

You turned around fully so you could look at Jake. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me, princess,” Jake sneered, his voice louder now. You fought the urge to flinch. Steven never raised his voice, except when he was talking about something he was really excited over. Marc barely spoke a word to you, most of his sentences coming out as grumbles instead of anything you could really hear. And, most of the time, Jake said nothing at all. But to hear the bitterness in this tone…You didn’t like it. “It would be better for all three of us if you just got the clue and left.”

You rose to your feet, the chair scooting out from under you as you stood. “I liked it better when you didn’t talk.”

“And I liked it better when you weren’t around,” Jake said. He took a step closer to you, using his full height to tower over you. “All three of us were happier for it, princess.”

“That’s not true, and you know it. You and Marc might not like me, but Steven—”

Jake laughed. “Oh, you don’t really think Steven actually likes you still? He just doesn’t know how to end a fucking relationship.”

“That’s not true.”

“You should hear his thoughts, princess. ‘Cause I can, and let me tell you—”

Before you could even think of what you were doing, your hand connected with his cheek, your palm stinging at the contact. Jake paused, staring at you, his eyes darkening. Shit. That wasn’t a good idea.

“You should not have done that, princess,” he snarled, his hand smacking against the desk. His hand smacking against the desk, on top of your laptop. Your laptop, that had been hanging over the edge by a couple of inches. Your laptop, that was now falling.

You watched as your laptop clattered to the ground, the screen fading into black. When you picked it back up, it wouldn’t light back up no matter how many keys you pressed or how much you touched the trackpad. Your laptop was, without a shadow of a doubt, broken. The laptop, that housed the draft to your latest novel. The draft, that you had to send in tomorrow to your editor. The draft, that hadn’t been saved. You looked back at Jake, who was already looking at you, his face unreadable. It was always unreadable, but you could only imagine the hatred he felt towards you.

“Did you do that on purpose?” you asked, an odd, dangerous sort of calm washing over you. A storm that had long since been brewing was about to be unleashed.

“Aw, is the princess going to cry over a fallen laptop?” Jake asked, sticking his bottom lip out in a faux pout. “It’s what you fuckin’ deserve for smacking me.”

“Did you knock my laptop over on purpose, Jake? Yes or no?” you repeated.

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t. All I know is you ain’t gonna do shit about it.”

Before you could say anything, he turned, starting to walk away. Your heart hammered in your chest, your blood pumping in your ears. Fuck, what were you supposed to do now? You couldn’t remember the last time you saved the draft. Ten, twenty chapters ago? Could you salvage anything? Would your editor be kind enough to push back your deadline by a day or two?

All you wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cry for a thousand years. And, in the pain of this mess, you found yourself saying—

“I can’t fucking take this anymore.”

Jake paused, turning to you slowly. You almost wanted to run and hide when you saw the even darker look in his eyes. “Oh, I’m sorry, did you say something? Does the princess have another demand?”

“Let Steven front for a minute,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady, to not let him see you break down. You knew he would still see when Steven was fronting, but at least you wouldn’t feel as humiliated. “I need to talk to him.”

“What the fuck? Why would I—”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Jake, just do this one thing for me! Would that really kill you?!”

He blinked slowly, then his tense face relaxed into Steven’s distressed one, him stumbling forward to take you into his arms. But, even though you didn’t really want to, you pushed him away. “What’s wrong, love? I-I want to help you. Please, let me help.”

“I can’t do this anymore, Steven,” you said, struggling to keep your tears at bay. It hurt even worse, because you knew that Steven didn’t know what was said. He didn’t know the horrible things Jake had said, because Jake never lets him or Marc see or hear what’s going on when he fronts. Steven started to speak, but you raised your hand, making him pause. “I can’t do this shit. I love you, I really do. Please, don’t ever feel like I don’t love you. But I can’t keep pretending it doesn’t kill me inside when Jake or Marc front and just act like I’m the worst person they’ve ever met, which hurts even more because I know they’ve known some really shitty people.”

“W-We can work on that,” Steven said, trying to reach for you again. You took a step backwards, shaking your head. “I want this to work. I love you.”

“I know you do, and I love you, too. But there’s no working on this. We’ve been dating for a year, Steven, and they still won’t even show me an ounce of kindness. I’ve tried so hard to get them to at least tolerate me, but I’ve only ever been met with complete and utter vitriol. I-I can’t separate you from them, and that’s the tragedy of it all, you know? Because when they say the things they say, it’s your face I’m looking at. It might not your words, or your exact voice, but all I can see is the love of my life treating me like shit, and I can’t live like this. I can’t keep pretending. I’m tired, Steven. I’m tired of it.”

“…I know it hasn’t been easy for you. But I didn’t realize it was that bad,” Steven said, tears spilling over, streaking down his cheeks. It took everything in you to not surge forward, wipe the tears away, say that you would try again, even if you knew it would only hurt you more.

“It’s been hell, Steven. I mean, you see what Marc does. And Jake’s even worse.” You shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut. You couldn’t look at him right now. If you looked at Steven and saw how he looked like a kicked puppy, you’d give in. You would take it all back. You would keep up the act. “Like, at least Marc acknowledges me, you know? It’s far from sunshine and rainbows, but at least I’m treated like I’m a person, even if I’m being treated like his least favorite person. But Jake…”

“I know,” Steven said. “Well, I don’t know, really. He never lets me or Marc see what he’s doing—”

“And that’s part of it, you know? He just completely disappears. And I’m left wondering if, if you’re out there, dead somewhere. Or, or if he’s finally got sick of it and relocated you three somewhere else on the planet ‘cause he can’t stand being around me—”

“He would never!”

“Do you know that? For sure?” you asked. Jake’s words echoed in your head, swirling around, reminding you just how much he didn’t liked you. “Because I don’t. Neither Jake nor Marc have been so cruel as to say the word out loud, but I can’t keep pretending they don’t hate me. And, between the two of them, if they did manage to move somewhere else, I fully believe that they would do everything in their power to make sure I never saw you again.”

“I would always come back to you, love. You know that.”

“I do. And I also know that it’s probably really hurting you that Marc and Jake and I can’t along. And, like I said, I can’t separate you from them. You can’t separate yourself from them. The only person who can leave is me.”

“Don’t say that.”

“This is already killing me,” you said, reaching into your pocket, pulling out your key ring.

“Please, love. I’ll do anything. I’ll try anything. Just don’t leave me.”

You began twisting the key off the ring. “I know you would. But I can’t ask that of you. Not when I know that it’s just not going to work.”

“But I love you.”

“And I love you, too,” you said, grabbing his hand, pressing your copy of the key to his flat into his palm, shutting his fingers over it. You held on for a second longer, running your thumb over his knuckles, momentarily wondering if Jake had remembered to disinfect the cuts on them or if he decided they’d deal with a potential infection later. You wanted to ask, but it wasn’t your place. Not anymore. You don’t know if it ever really was. “That’s why I gotta go. I’m sorry.”

And before Steven could say anything more, say something that might actually convince you to say, you were already walking out the door, shutting it behind you. Steven fell to his knees, clutching his hands to his chest, hunching over, letting the sobs overtake his body until Marc finally was able to front and could begin dealing with the aftermath of the mess he and Jake had made.

And, as Marc looked around the flat, realizing that you would never grace it with your presence again, all he wanted to do was to cry, too.

Steven didn’t front once in the three weeks that followed after you gave him back your copy of the key, after you walked out the door, after you made him swear that he would leave you be. He completely closed himself off. Jake was only slightly less concerned than Marc, who had grown increasingly worried at Steven’s disappearance. Marc was so used to Steven talking to him whenever he fronted. Now that Steven was silent, it was suddenly weighing on him that he may have been in the wrong this entire time. That maybe he wasn’t protecting Steven’s heart by pushing you away. That maybe you really, truly, loved Steven. That maybe you actually wanted the best for him. That maybe you were being friendly to him and Jake because you actually just had that much love in your heart. That maybe you knew that it would mean everything to Steven if you all could just get along. Not be BFFLs, not be anywhere as close as you and Steven were. But could tolerate each other long enough when Steven wasn’t fronting. Yeah. Yeah, Marc was feeling really, really guilty about the whole thing.

Jake was feeling less guilty.

Truthfully, he was trying really hard to not think about it at all. Because, if he thought about it, he’d be forced to deal with the fact that he was one of the reasons, if not the main reason, you left. He was created to protect Marc and Steven, and he only did that half right.

Marc had created Steven to preserve his innocence. To let him think that their mother loved him. That he had a good life. Steven was everything pure that Marc had lost. But Jake was created to protect them both. Neither knew that he existed for a long time. He only ever fronted when he needed to save them. It became less necessary for a while when they reached adulthood, but then Marc became a mercenary and eventually Khonshu’s avatar and, well…There were some fights that Marc couldn’t win on his own. Sometimes, Marc couldn’t make the hard call, even if it was a matter of saving his own skin.

Jake would have preferred to keep himself unknown to the Marc and Steven, but then you became more of a fixture in Steven’s life. And suddenly there was a new type of protection that Jake had to do—protecting Steven’s heart. Steven was more fragile than Jake or Marc. If you did something to break his heart…Jake wasn’t sure that Steven would be able to recover. Steven loved so purely, after all. He gave his all in everything he did. And if that was all thrown back into his face…It wouldn’t end well.

It sucked, though, because he could see you, could hear you when Steven was fronting. Before Steven or Marc ever even knew of him, he was always there, a fly on the wall, ready to drop in in case things went awry. He saw how Steven had a crush on you for months, how he would go and talk to you when you would come by the museum, tell you all of the facts he knew—and there were a lot of facts Steven knew. He saw how you would smile—genuinely smile—and ask questions, hanging onto every word Steven said. When Steven finally asked you out, he fell hard and fast.

It was hard not to love you, too. You were incredible. Kind, sweet, compassionate. You were loyal, would go to bat for Steven any day of the week. You loved as purely and as passionately as Steven did. Part of Jake wanted that for himself.

And that was how Jake knew he had to stop this. Because, if he felt so strongly about you…If it came down to it, he might not be able to protect Steven from the heartache. So he began to make his presence known, slowly over time until Marc and Steven were fully aware there was a third alter.

It killed him, though, to be cruel to you. That was why he would leave. If he spoke to you, if he tried to find ways to prevent you from breaking Steven’s heart, he knew he would break your heart. And that was the furthest thing from what he wanted.

Honestly, and truly, he hadn’t meant to be so cruel on that day. But he’d just had the worst few days ever, being dragged around the world by Khonshu, and nearly dying because one of the guys he was chasing said something about you, and he knew that you were being dragged too close to this world. And he had to stop you from getting any closer.

When he saw you in Steven’s flat, he was trying to figure out a way to get you to leave. And, in his exhaustion-riddled state, all he could think of was making you believe Steven didn’t love you, which was the furthest thing from the truth and you both knew it. But he kept pressing and pushing your buttons until you snapped. Then you slapped him, and it hurt, on an emotional level at least. He didn’t want you to hate him. But he was frustrated. And he smacked his hand down and…

Look, he didn’t mean to break your laptop. And he felt really badly about it. About everything. And he knew he probably would never make it up to you, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t try.

So, three weeks post-incident, Jake stood at your door, holding the box to the new laptop tightly, wondering if he should just turn and run the other way instead of waiting for you to answer the door. But, slowly, he raised a fist, and he knocked on the door again, this time a bit louder than the first.

He wondered if you were even home. Had you gone somewhere else for the day? He knew that sometimes you liked to work in that little bookstore cafe that you always took Steven to. He remembered one time, relatively early on in the relationship, when Jake had only just started making his presence known to the Steven and Marc, he fronted when you had taken Steven there. You were in the middle of showing Steven a book on archaeology but, when you noticed Jake fronting, you quickly pivoted into showing him a book on classic cars that you thought he might like. You were right. He was interested in the book. But, rather than telling you that, he walked out of the cafe without so much as a goodbye. Jake had regretted not getting the book, but when he went back a few days later, he was told that the last copy had already been sold.

When he finally returned to Steven’s flat (he often avoided staying there, preferring to be out working as a cabbie or doing Khonshu’s bidding), he was surprised to see the book on the coffee table with a note from you. When Steven fronted later, he had asked Jake what he did with the book and note. Jake lied, saying that he’d thrown both out.

He didn’t want Steven to know that he actually tucked the note in his wallet, memorizing the curls of your letters, reading the note so many times he could recite in forwards and backwards and in at least three different languages. That he put the book in his bag, taking it out to read whenever he got the chance, finding a foreign sort of comfort in the pages, knowing that you picked it out because you genuinely wanted him to enjoy it.

No one ever really exercised such care and compassion around Jake. If he wasn’t such an ass, he would talk to you about the book, tell you about his favorite parts, ask if you had anymore recommendations for him. But he was an ass, and he was left knowing that he would never ask you any of the questions he had for you.

Then, the door opened.

You stood on the other side, your pretty face twisted up in a scowl, your arms crossed over your chest, looking at him, wondering which man you were going to be dealing with. “What do you want?”

“I came to apologize, princess,” Jake said.

You flinched at the pet name. “I don’t wanna hear it.”

“Then don’t listen to it,” he said. He raised the laptop box. “I feel…horrible about everything. And I know that this doesn’t fix the damage I’ve done, or retrieve the files on your old laptop, or anything like this but…Steven had already been looking to get you a new laptop for your birthday in a few months. So, really, it’s his idea to do this. I’m just speeding the process along, ‘cause I fucked up here.”

“You should return it. Get Steven something nice with the money,” you said. “He’d been eyeing some of those architecture LEGO sets. There’s one of the Great Pyramid coming out in a few months. It’s on preorder. He would really like that.”

“He would rather you have this, princess.”

You raised a brow. He could practically hear you wondering when he ever cared about doing something that made Steven happy, at least when it came to you. “I would just throw it out. You know, like you did with that book I got you.”

“I didn’t. Throw the book out, I mean.”

You didn’t say anything. Still wouldn’t meet his eyes.

“I kept it. And the note. I really liked them both, princess.”

“Steven told me a lot about things you liked. And things Marc liked. I think he thought that if I tried to do things either of you liked, at least one of you might warm up eventually. I think it just made you both colder.”

“I was an idiot for that. Back then, I thought that I was protecting Steven. Now, I understand that you really loved him and you wanted what’s best for him, just like Marc and I do.”

“You’re just saying that because you feel bad that his heart’s broken.” You paused. “How is he? Is he holding up okay? I-I mean, I don’t expect him to be fine and dandy, you know, but…Is he gonna be okay?”

“I don’t know. Honestly.” Jake looked down at his feet. “He hasn’t said anything to us, hasn’t fronted once, since you left. I think it’s his way of saying he’s leaving with you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not…” Jake sighed. “Look, me and Marc just wanted to say—” His New York accent effortlessly melted into a London one, his body seeming almost as confused by the change as you as it shouted, “LEAVE HER ALONE!”

You jumped back, surprised by the sudden change. “Steven?”

He was coming into your apartment, setting the laptop box on the side table by the door, shutting the door behind him. His hands were on your face, his eyes searching yours for any hints of distress. He was so warm, so comforting. It took everything in you to not just lean into his touch. “Are you alright, love? Was he bothering you?”

“W-What? No, yeah. I-I’m fine. Jake was just…talking,” you said, still reeling from Steven’s appearance. “Steven, he said you’d just disappeared for weeks.”

He shrugged slightly, his hands going from your face to your waist, tugging you against him, your head nestled perfectly on his chest. His chin rested on top of your head, his sweet voice almost bitter as he said, “Serves ‘em right. Bet they don’t like it when the person they care about disappears without a single word.”

“Steven…They…I mean, I don’t know about Marc, but Jake actually seemed really worried about you.”

“It’s what he deserves, innit?” he said. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. Your fingers clutched his shirt, holding on as tightly as you could manage, afraid that you might soon lose him. “He knew how much I love you, and he still did all that shit.”

“I think Jake wants to try,” you said.

Steven paused, looking over your shoulder at the mirror hanging on the wall behind you. “Jake says he does,” he reported to you. “Says it was misplaced protection over me. He says he’s sorry, and he wants to make things better.”

You pulled away, looking up at him. “I have missed you.”

Steven looked at you. “I’ve missed you, too.”

“And, I might be crazy for this, but…if they actually try to be civil at the very least, I’d be willing to start over.”

“Do you mean it?” Steven asked, light filling his eyes.

“I do.”

And then his face tensed, Jake fronting again. “Good, because the first thing I wanna do is take you out.”

“Do you mean out as in kill me, or out as in going out somewhere?”

“I don’t usually warn before I kill someone, so it’s gonna have to be out somewhere, princess,” Jake said. “I was thinking about going to this bookstore cafe that’s down the street. I hear there’s this adorable woman who’s really good at picking people out books who might help me find my next read. I’ve been reading this one book on classic cars over and over for months now, but I think it’s time I find something new.”

“You kept that?” you asked, your eyes wide.

“Steven’s not the only one who cares about you, princess,” Jake said. “And it’s about damn time I start proving that to you.”

“Then lead the way.”

Marc didn’t think he was worthy of love.

He often looked back at all the things he’d done over the course of his life, remembering all of the pain he’s inflicted. All the lives he’s taken. And he’d remember that, even if he somehow had managed to get into the Field of Reeds, nothing would absolve him of the guilt he felt weighing down on his chest. He knew it was all an irrational thought, but that didn’t stop him from feeling that way.

When Marc realized that Steven was starting to see you, he wished he felt bitter about it. He wished he could’ve hated you. He wished he could’ve not longed for your affection directed his way. When was the last time someone looked at him the way you looked at Steven?

Sometimes, if he imagined hard enough, you were looking at him just like you looked at Steven.

Of course, he went and ruined that.

He didn’t want to ruin things. But Steven didn’t have a lot of amazing things going for him. For years, he struggled to keep a job, he struggled to make friends, he struggled in relationships if he could ever get that far. And then you came into his life, a shining goddess who fell head over heels for the man who could go on and on and on about ancient history and miss everything that was happening in front of him. And you loved, genuinely loved, Steven for that.

Marc, though…He was a mess. He knew he was a mess. And he knew that if he got close to you, he would ruin things between you and Steven somehow. It would never be his intention, but…He looked back on everything relationship he had—familial, platonic, romantic…It all ended in disaster. The last thing he wanted was to ruin things for Steven. So, when he would front around you, he would just get out of the way. It wasn’t the best plan, but the less time you were around him, the less damage he could do.

And you all saw how wonderfully that had went.

He had only wanted to do one thing, and he couldn’t even do that properly. And then Steven wasn’t talking to them, wasn’t fronting. Jake started taking on more assignments from Khonshu to distract himself from the mess. And Marc was seriously considering taking a page out of Steven’s book and just disappearing.

I’m sorry, Steven, he would often say during those three weeks. I didn’t think this would happen. I-I thought that I was preventing this from happening. If I could make it right, I would. Just come back. Please.

Steven didn’t ever answer back.

Marc was so sure he’d never see Steven again, until Steven finally fronted again when Jake went to your flat. Marc had actually been impressed with Jake’s actions. The last thing he ever suspected was for the often-quiet man to take things into his own hands and try to mend what had been broken. Hell, he was surprised Jake even started letting Marc (and Steven, too) access his thoughts when he was fronting. The man had been so private before, but it seemed like he was throwing everything Marc knew about him out the window.

And you answered the door, looking rightfully pissed at Jake. And Marc could tell you were about to slam the door in his face. And Marc was about to jump in, apologize for his own actions, too. And then—

Steven fronted for the first time in a long time.

When Marc heard that you were willing to give them a second chance, contingent on Marc and Jake being civil, he was over the moon. His previous method had worked horribly, but now…Now he could try to actually get to you know, to get you to like him, too. Oh, he was so busy thinking of his plans, he didn’t even realize you and Jake had gone to the bookstore.

Then—

Marc blinked, realizing he was now fronting. “Oh. Sorry,” he said, his face suddenly feeling very hot. “I, uh, didn’t mean to do that.”

But you were smiling, shaking your head. “No, it’s fine. Hey, your team is the Cubs, right? The Chicago Cubs? I think that’s what Steven told me, anyway.”

Marc nodded. “Yeah, why?”

You started walking away from the books on cars, heading to the sports section. “They got in some new baseball books a month or so ago, and I think I saw one for the Cubs that I thought you might like. I was gonna get it as a peace offering before, well, you know…But, anyways, no better time than the present, right?”

“Wait,” he said, reaching out, grabbing your hand. He paused, staring down at your connected hands, a smile starting to curl across his face. Then, he quickly cleared his throat, eyes flitting back to yours. “I wanted to say I’m sorry. I…I should have been kinder to you. You’re important to Steven…You’re important to all of us. You know, even though, two of the three decided to be jerks about it.”

“You thought you were doing right by Steven,” you said. “It doesn’t make it okay what you and Jake did, but…I understand. And let me assure you, I only have the best intentions for Steven, and for Jake, and for this complete jerk named Marc.”

Marc let out a laugh at the end, shaking your head. “Can you and I start over then? I wanna make things right.”

“I would love that.” You began to pull him towards the baseball section, saying, “And the way to start making things right is to understand that my book recommendations are elite, and I’m expecting a glowing review by the time you finish reading what I pick out for you, okay?”

“Deal.”

In the days and weeks that followed, both Marc and Jake worked to make things better as you finally took Steven back. Jake was actually making more headway than Marc was. Because, well, Marc was still scared. Jake had come to realize that protecting you was protecting the system, and now he loved spending time with you. Hell, he was even talking to Steven about how, after a couple more outings, he was thinking of asking you to be his girlfriend, too. And Marc…Well, he loved that for Jake, and for Steven, and especially for you. You deserved only the best. And he was still terrified that he wasn’t that for you.

He would still hang back a lot, around you. He’d let Steven or Jake take the lead, whichever was more eager that day. But he was getting better, coming out from time to time, telling you about the latest chapter he’s read, telling you how he never thought he’d be so excited for a nonfiction book, teasing that soon enough he’s gonna be as nerdy as Steven.

Gosh, the way you laughed, smiling, at him. He wanted to see that every day if he could.

But some days, there were bad days.

You’d been hunkered down in Steven’s flat for a few days now. Unfortunately, the boys had to leave you alone because Khonshu was sending Jake to take out some cultist on the other side of the globe. They’d all been reluctant to leave you, especially since things were finally good, but you promised you’d stay in Steven’s flat, work on your novel, and plan a nice date for when they got back.

Steven was fronting when they got back, and he was plumb exhausted. Poor guy was on the first of collapse, but he refused to let Jake or Marc front, knowing that they were just as tired as him. Besides, he was eager to see you again.

But Marc knew something was off when Steven came into his flat. You didn’t jump up to greet them, kissing them softly, asking how the flight back was. No, you were nestled into the couch, a blanket wound tightly around you, your eyes almost glassy as you stared at your laptop screen. And Marc was willing to bet you weren’t watching some sad movie.

“Hey, love,” Steven greeted, shutting and locking the door behind him. “I’ve missed you so much. Just gonna change into something more comfortable, and then I’m all yours, yeah?”

“I’ve missed you too,” you said, a small shake to your voice.

Marc watched the way you trembled ever so slightly, the way your chest shook as you breathed in and out and in and out not quite as naturally as you normally did. And that was how Marc was the first to realize you were having an anxiety attack. Let me handle this, he said to Steven as he finished pulling on a pair of sweatpants and Marc’s white hoodie.

“What? Handle what?” Steven asked, looking over at you, noticing that you were wringing your hands together. He missed the subtle way your breathing had changed, the way your eyes were darting around.

I got this, Marc insisted, not waiting for Steven to give him control, instead taking it himself. Without thinking, Marc knelt in front of you, taking your laptop, setting it on the couch cushion beside you.

“You okay, baby?” he asked.

You blinked slowly, as if you were registering that it was him in front of you, that it wasn’t Steven or Jake. It seemed like, for a moment, you had considered saying everything was fine, but as you let out a shaky breath, you instead said, “No.”

“Is it alright if I hold you?” he asked. When you nodded, he got up on the couch, pulling you into his arms. Without really thinking about it, he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Feel the way I’m breathing, baby? Try to match that, okay?”

“Okay,” you whispered. Your chest still shook slightly as you breathed in and out, but it was getting better.

“Wanna talk about it? Or do you just want me to hold you?”

“I just feel really stupid, you know? And I know it’s stupid, but…It happens every time I’m publishing a book,” you said. You buried your face in his chest, and he held you a bit tighter. “Like just, insecurities, you know? Logically, I know my work isn’t for everyone, but…I just keep waiting for each book to be my last. To be washed-up has-been.”

“You could never be a washed-up has-been,” Marc said. “Pretty sure Jake would start threatening everyone who said that, probably make them all buy out all your books. And Steve, you know Steven would always read everything you wrote.”

“What about you?”

Marc thought for a moment. Then, he said, “I’d be your biggest cheerleader. I’d be there to remind you that you're worth everything and more, and if the world could see that…That’s their loss. Because me, and Steven, and Jake, we all love you more than words could describe. Even when they’re coming from as amazing a writer as you.”

You pulled away from his hold, lifting your head to smile at him. “Thank you. That means a lot to me.”

“And I mean every word. And…I mean this, too,” he said. Without giving it a second thought, without giving himself a chance to overthink, to hesitate, Marc leaned his, pressing his lips to yours.

You smiled against his lips, reaching up, pulling his face down towards you, kissing him as passionately, as lovingly, as he knew you did to Steven.

Oh, come on! I wanted to do that first!, Jake whined.

Marc chuckled, making you pull away, your brows furrowed.

“Something funny about my kissing technique?” you joked.

“Nah, Jake’s just jealous I got to kiss you before he did.”

“Oh…Well, I guess he’s gotta wait his turn then, ‘cause I’m done with you yet, lover boy.”

“Mm, you should kiss Steven next. Get Jake really riled up.”

“I like the way you think, Marc Spector,” you said. Then your eyes lit up as you seemed to remember something. “Oh, by the way, I love you too. And I love Steven. And…well, I don’t know about Jake.”

C’mon, let me front! If I kiss her, she’ll definitely be saying she loves me, too!, Jake said.

Shh, let Marc have this moment, Steven said. He’s earned it.

You leaned back in, your lips brushing over Marc’s. “By the way, if Jake’s listening, I do love you, too.”

“And I think I can speak for all of us and say we love you just as much,” Marc said.

So, maybe you were wrong. Maybe Marc and Jake didn’t hate you. Maybe they loved you as much as Steven did. And maybe they had messed up. But now…Now things were finally, finally right.

And you couldn’t wait to see what the future brought you.

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My Little Decoy

A StevexReaderxBucky Messy Triangle

Another story for Patreon! So, for this one, I'm a bit anxious (when am I not?), because this definitely took off in the complete opposite direction of what I initially planned. That being said, I hope you all enjoy it!

Thank you as always to @fuckingbye for the amazing moodboard, I love you to bits for literally everything you do! I was in the middle of updating three other stories when this idea came to me, so please just work with me! (I'm so sorry I'm like this.)

Anywho, here we go!

Word Count: 34,776 (I'm not even gonna apologize anymore)

Warnings: Honestly, this entire fucking story. SMUT (MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY), Threesome, Lying, Infidelity, Emotional Cheating, Swearing, Drinking, Infertility, Family Drama, Angst, Lusting, Daddy Kink, Running Away, Tie Play, Cuff Play, Crying, Fluff, Best friends to lovers...that's all I can think of? They're honestly so many.

Song(s) That Inspired This Chapter: Don't Look So Blue, You Should've Seen Right Thru, I'm Using You, My Little Decoy

Summary: You truly do have the best intentions when you try to move on and suppress your feelings for your best friend Steve, and try to move on with Bucky. Unfortunately, life doesn't give a damn about intentions. Neither does love.

I do not give consent/permission for my stories/works to get posted elsewhere. I do not condone this type of behavior, this is for entertainment purposes only.

You wonder how the hell it got to this point in the first place as you lay in Steve’s soft bed sheets. What feels like it should be a quiet moment of peace is juxtaposed with your current reality; Bucky pounding on the front door and you and Steve conspiring to think of some kind- any kind- of excuse.

You truly don’t understand how it got to this.

It all feels like it started so long ago. You didn’t even know 6 years could feel so fast, much less pass so quickly. You look around at where you are now, at Steve, as you listen to the shaking of the front door against Bucky’s fist as he continues thumping away. Fuck. What if memories lie? Maybe it is that long ago.

6 Years Earlier...

“Babe, you ever had a night out in the city?” Bucky asked as you took off your gear.

Training was brutal and everyone was looking for a way to relieve stress. You knew The Avengers were all planning to meet up at some club downtown, but you had other plans.

“I have, and as much fun as it can be, I have other plans,” you laugh as you take your hair out of the tightest ponytail you’d ever had it in.

“Oh? What are you getting into?” Natasha laughs, making her way over with Bruce holding onto her as if he’d lose her.

“My friend’s band is playing tonight. I promised her I’d go if we finished up early enough.”

“Oh, this I gotta see!” Bruce chimes in as you laugh and shake your head. “You never let us have a peak into your personal life!”

“God, I haven’t been to a show in forever,” Natasha chimes in with raised eyebrows.

He wasn’t wrong. You played everything so close to the chest; wanting to keep those you love and care for the most safe...wanting to keep yourself safe. Since none of them were relenting (not to mention they’re the damn Avengers), you finally agreed and told them to meet you outside of your room at the compound in about two hours.

“Is it too late for me to get in on this?” Steve asks just as the group was about to disperse.

“There you are!” Bucky interjects before anyone has a chance to say anything. “Y/N is giving us a peak into her personal life! We’re all meeting at her place in two hours and going from there,” he laughs patting his best friend on the back.

Steve looked at you with a cocked eyebrow and you just laugh and nod, giving him the ‘OK’ to tag along. Unbeknownst to the others, you and Steve hung out the most. No, he’d never been privy to your personal life, but you two spent a lot of time watching movies and listening to music together on the weekends. Occasionally, Bucky would get in on the action, but it was mainly you and Steve. You and Steve had a certain level of comfort that you didn’t have with the rest of them. It was more of an unspoken, private thing and that’s how the both of you preferred it. You both understood each other, and neither of you ever made the other feel sad or out of place for things that had gone wrong in each other’s past. You both had wounds you were still healing from, and you gave each other the space needed for that to happen.

You’d always had a thing for Steve. He kept himself at a distance, so it was difficult for you to tell if he ever felt the same. After a while, you’d stopped trying and just accepted him as a friend. He told you that he’d wanted to go back and stay with Peggy, but he was too afraid to leave Bucky on his own again, so he’d come back instead. He wasn’t even sure if Bucky would ever be okay with being alone; Steve just stayed without asking him. It seemed like the right thing to do, and he didn’t hate the current timeline too much.

Soon enough, everyone is in your small little complex, drinking and laughing as you put together the last bit of your outfit. The thought of Steve joining all of you had you more anxious than you cared to admit, so you chalked it up to the normal anxiety of inviting your work colleagues into your personal life.

Which was more than fair.

“I’m sure you look amazing, lets go! I’m too excited for this!” Natasha hollers as she makes her way into your bedroom.

“Nat!”

“Oh, they’re all in there drinking away! You’re fine,” she laughs, closing the door behind her. “Well shit!”

“I swear to God, I’ll change right now!”

“No! You look amazing!” she promised as her hands covered her mouth. “None of us have ever seen you out of work clothes, and babe...you look amazing,” she laughs in shock.

“Should I change? I don’t want to give anyone the wrong idea-”

“If you’re comfortable, who cares. No one wants to interfere with your personal life. I think we’re all more afraid of pushing you away,” she laughs.

“You really think it’s okay?”

“I mean, I think you’re hot as fuck,” she laughed as you rolled your eyes, “but I think you look amazing.”

“You sure?”

“Get enough alcohol in them , they won’t even notice when you leave for the bathroom,” she laughed.

Even though you laughed along with her, you knew better. James Buchanan Barnes kept his attention on you almost as well as Steve, but you never thought anything of it. It always had a more platonic feeling than with Steve, almost more familial.

When you came out, Steve was the first to look at you. His mouth slightly agape was enough to make you wanna go back, but Bucky was quick to chime in-

“Someone is ready for a night out,” he laughed.

That’s all it took.

Soon enough, you were taking shots and laughing with everyone else. Even Pepper and Tony were excited and joined you all. Your life was something so foreign to them, and you could tell that they all felt extremely excited that you trusted them enough.

In all honesty, you felt more comfortable because Steve was there. You knew he’d never let anything happen to you, and you’d never let anything happen to him. If you were being completely honest, you’d only wanted to invite him out. How it spiraled, you’re still not sure but it did. It The only thing that felt off was letting him see you dressed as you were. It was weird for all of them to see you dressed as you were, but Steve couldn’t take his eyes off you.

You were in red plaid crop top, with tight fighting black jeans that hugged your hips in just the right way, and black low top heels. You put your hair in loose curls, and finished it off with eyeliner and mascara. After a brutal day of training, you really didn’t wanna spend forever doing your makeup, because you knew you’d wanna come home after everything was over and go right back to sleep. Yeah, everything was hugging your body in just the right way, but you weren’t about to change.

You were introducing them to your life.

Before you all left, Thor filled three flasks with his mead from Asgard for himself, Steve, and Bucky and you laughed pretty damn hard.

“We wanna enjoy this night too,” he winked at you as you rolled your eyes.

The walk was easy enough, but it felt like it took forever. People kept asking for pictures with the OG Avengers, they had a million questions, and of course they were all happy to be as kind as possible. It’s not that you minded all that much, but you really missed your best friend. Work had been kicking your ass, she had been extremely busy, and was in the middle of planning her wedding. Nights off were extremely rare, but actually getting to see her and her friends perform? It had been forever.

“You made it!” she squealed once you were finally inside the club with everyone, almost knocking you over with how hard she hugged you.

“I told you I’d show! Even if I would’ve only caught the last song,” you laughed as you hugged her back just as tight. “We still on for drinks after?”

“Fuck yes! Your tits look amazing in this top, we’re definitely getting free drinks out of it,” she beamed with a wink and you burst out laughing. “Okay, I’ve seen all of you on TV, but I still wanna officially meet everyone,” she smiled at everyone. “I’m Meg.”

As everyone went around introduced themselves, you made your way to the bar, to grab your signature Jack and Coke.

“Hell yes! You made it!” Meg’s finance, Paul, beamed as he made your drink.

“Why is everyone so shocked that I’m here?!”

“You haven’t been to a show in years!”

“Blah, blah, blah,” you muttered as you reached behind the bar and grabbed his pack of cigarettes.

“You bring the Avengers with you and you dare to steal from me?” he sneered sarcastically as he handed you your drink.

You laughed as you reached across the bar and kissed his cheek, “I’m sure our friendship will survive it.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Dude, I had no idea the place would be so packed tonight.”

“I have a feeling everyone here had a long ass Friday.” “Yeah, well they better treat my baby right.” “You two!”

He rolled his eyes as he flipped you off, “enjoy the show!”

“Thank you, Paaauuullll,” you sang out as everyone joined you.

You looked up to see Steve staring at you intently, and he quickly turned towards the stage when he realized he was caught. Before you could allow yourself to think on it or feel flattered, you heard your best friend yell from the stage as she started to make her guitar scream.

“We’re ‘Flowers of Cinnamon’, and thanks for spending your Friday night with us!”

From that moment on, you were barely paying attention to your surroundings. With the exception of your drink, you didn’t focus on anything other than your best friend rocking the fuck out. It had always just been a hobby for her, but she had always been so damn good at it. You envied how effortlessly performing came to her. The band was a cross between Paramore, The Bangles, and All Time Low, and they were just as amazing as you remembered. You wouldn’t have been able to stay still even if you’d wanted to. You sang and danced along to every song, bouncing around, and screaming your head off. You had no clue that Steve had been watching you with the biggest grin on his face, Bucky had been watching your chest bounce up and down, or that Tony had been recording your reaction to your best friend’s music, smiling so hard at your happiness.

Every other song, your best friend made eye contact with you and laughed, and nothing else seemed to matter. Thinking back on it, you wished it had, because maybe things wouldn’t have gotten so fucked up, but you were just so damn happy. The more drinks got, the more you danced and sang around, finally feeling comfortable and happy, even with your new set of friends watching you.

“Okay, this is gonna be our last song for the night,” Meg smiled into the microphone and she laughed at amount of “boos” they received. “Listen, I wanna get fucked up too!” she joked, gaining laughs from the crowd. “Okay, so tonight is extremely special because my best friend on the entire planet is here and brought her friends with her! Thanks babe! So, our last song is gonna be a cover of one of her favorite songs ever,” she winked at you as you cocked an eyebrow.

As soon as you heard the first cord of ‘Decoy’ by Paramore hum out of the speakers, you screamed so loud that everyone in your group (and Paul) started laughing.

‘Close your eyes and make believe that this is where you wanna be

Forgetting all the memories, try to forget love cause love’s forgotten me

Well hey, hey baby, it’s never too late

Pretty soon you won’t remember a thing

All I’ll be distant, the stars reminiscing

Your heart’s been wasted on me’

You sang along so effortlessly as you started to jump up and down.

‘You’ve never been so used as I’m using you, abusing you

My little decoy

Don’t look so blue, you should’ve seen right through

I’m using you, my little decoy

My little decoy’

You linked arms with Nat, who clearly didn’t know the song, but was more than happy to sing and dance along with you. You glanced around and it made you so happy to see everyone else happy and having a good time. It’s not like you were a stick in the mud at work but, you never let loose. Even when it came to holiday and birthday parties, you were pretty damn reserved. The only person who can claim that they’ve seen you fucked up is Steve, and even then it was just you being wine drunk on the sofa while you two listened to albums and discussed work.

No, this was you letting lose and everyone accepting it. Accepting you. You looked over at Steve and he a look of pure love and adoration in his eyes, and it made your heart swell.

God, you wished you would’ve paid more attention to the way both he and Bucky looked at you that night, but you were just so damn happy and having so much fun.

If you could turn back time...

“Am I still okay at singing?” Meg asked once she finally made her way over to all of you.

“Dude, you’re still fucking amazing!” you beamed as you wrapped her in a tight hug and she laughed. “That was so good! Thank you for playing ‘Decoy’, almost making me cry!”

“Aha!” she teased before she looked at everyone else. “What about Earth’s mightiest heroes? Were you all able to tolerate it?”

“That was amazing,” Tony laughed, Pepper nodding in agreement.

“Why don’t you do this full time?” Nat asked as you waived Paul down and got another drink for both you and Meg.

“If I did this full time, I’d be so stressed all the damn time,” Meg laughed, “I’m much happier painting.”

“What do you paint? Do you have a studio?” Clint inquired and a smile came to your face.

Things were going better than you could have ever imagined.

As everyone got acquainted, you snuck to have a smoke. A few moments later, a smile came to your face when you saw Steve come out after you.

“You said you’re quitting those,” he nodded towards the cigarette in your hand.

“I stole Paul’s,” you laughed, standing a little further from him so as to not get the smoke in his face.

“I can handle it,” he laughed as he placed his black leather jacket on you. “You’re pretty...exposed and I don’t want you getting cold.”

“Well, aren’t you just the sweetest man?” you teased before you inhaled your cancer stick. “Who else knows about this? I’ll call the ‘New York Times’” He snickered as he shook his head, “quiet you.”

“Are you having fun tonight?”

“I am, I like you seeing like this.”

You scoffed, “crazy?” “Happy...content. Secure.”

You felt your cheeks heat up at his words, and the look he gave you along with it, had butterflies appearing in your stomach.

“We should get back inside,” you smiled at up at him as you ashed the last of your cigarette and threw it in the nearby trash bin.

And maybe that’s when it started.

You just missed all the signs that night, because you were convinced Steve didn’t want you.

He convinced you he didn’t want you.

When the two of you got back inside, Paul had just finished up his shift and the guys had finished helping Meg back up her equipment which she had decided to lock up in the manager’s office for the night.

“Dancing! We need dancing!” she whined once her eyes landed on you.

“Hell yeah we do,” you laughed as you linked arms with both her and Nat.

Once again, you didn’t notice the way Bucky ogled you or the way Steve kept a close eye on you. When you all reached the next bar, you instantly ordered more drinks and pulled Nat and Meg onto the dance floor with you, still wearing Steve’s coat. He leaned against the bar, talking with Tony and Pepper, but still kept an eye on you. As Janet Jackson’s voiced filled the giant building, you danced around with the biggest smile on your face (at some point Meg had put her sunglasses on your face), smiling and waiving at Bucky when you saw his eyes glued to you.

Well, glues to your ass.

By the time everyone was ready to call it a night, you were drunk as shit.

“You’re not coming back to the compound?” Nat asked as she stumbled out after you.

“Nah, I wanna sleep in my own space tonight. It’s closer,” you giggled as you started giving out hugs.

“I can take you,” Bucky offered with a slick grin.

“I can take her, she’s on the way to my house,” Steve countered, and Meg cocked an eyebrow at you.

You just started dancing and walking.

“Goodnight everyone! Get home safe! I love you all!”

You were drunk, tired, and in no mood to figure out whatever that was about. You just wanted to go home and get in your bed. You honestly don’t know why you didn’t go back to the compound that night, but it just felt right to go to your own home. You already spent so little time there to begin with. A few moments later, you heard the hurried footsteps of someone behind you, but you kept looking ahead.

“You’re impatient when you’re drunk,” Steve laughed as he came up beside you.

A small smile came to your face at the fact that Steve was the one to walk you home.

You giggled as you leaned into him, “my feet hurt.”

No sooner than you said it, he scooped you up.

“Steve!”

“You weigh nothing, don’t worry about it, darlin.” “It’s a 30 minute walk!”

“I’m very well aware of where your apartment is.” “Steve-”

“Hush.”

You pouted but did as you were told, leaned into him, and took in the scent that was all his own. Something between woodsy and fresh cut grass. In your drunken state, he felt like home.

“Why didn’t you want Bucky to take me home?” you asked after a few moments, not missing the way he stiffened a bit.

“He’s a little buzzed and he gets a little handsy and flirty at times. I didn’t want him to bother you.” You giggled as you took in more of his scent, “you’re literally carrying me, Steve.” “You said your feet hurt.” “Are you a little buzzed?”

“I definitely don’t feel sober,” he chuckled softly and you softly sighed at the comfort of rumble in his chest.

“Do you wanna sleepover?”

“I’ll order a car service once I drop you off.”

“Why not order one now?”

“It was weird...everyone hanging out tonight. I feel like we haven’t hung out alone together in a while.” “Then why not sleepover?”

“Cause I should go home. I don’t wanna accidentally wake you up or something. You worked hard today and you need rest.” “So did you.” “Y/N.” “You’re so weird sometimes, Steve,” you huffed as you laced your hand with his.

“What are you doing?”

“Holding your hand like I’ve done a million times before. What’s wrong?” “Nothing.”

You rolled your eyes and mumbled, “alright weirdo.” “I’m not being weird.”

“You’re not being normal.”

He let out a frustrated huff, “did you have fun tonight?”

“So much fun, I’m so happy you came out.”

“I’ve missed you, darlin.” “I’ve missed you too. Steve?”

“Hmm?”

“Sleepover.”

“Y/N-” “See? You are being weird. You’ve slept over my place a ton before, in my bed, and it wasn’t weird. What’s so different about tonight?”

He muttered, “so many things.” “Like what?”

“It’s just been a long night.”

“Fine, whatever. Go home, see if I give a fuck.” “Hey!”

“You’re being weird and you won’t tell me why. You know I hate when you do that shit.”

“I just think I should sleep in my own bed, darlin’. I’m not trying to be weird or make you upset.”

He sounded so strained and you couldn’t read his facial expression, so you couldn’t see how torn up he was. You couldn’t tell how much he was at war with himself.

You couldn’t tell how much he wanted you.

He chuckled when you didn’t say anything, “don’t get quiet on me now.”

“Can you at least stay until I fall asleep? It won’t take long.” “Everything okay, darlin’?”

“Yeah Steve, I just miss you,” you confessed softly.

“We’ll do a sleepover tomorrow, alright? We’ll have it at my house.” “Fine.” “Don’t be upset.” “I don’t care.” “You’re also a giant brat when you’re drunk.” “You’re saying that you miss me, but won’t spend time with me!”

God, you sounded like a brat to your own ears. That was a huge part as to why you’d never let him see you so inebriated. It’s why you never wanted anyone from The Avengers (or S.H.I.E.L.D for that matter) to see you so drunk. It became harder for you to suppress your feelings for Steve, and he’s all you wanted when you were drunk. For reasons unknown to you (at the time), Steve wanted to go home. That should’ve been enough, but your drunk wanted to hold him all night.

You were going out of your way to start an argument.

He let out a heavy sigh as he reached your complex, “I’ll stay-”

“Don’t do me any fucking favors-” “Will stop arguing with me? And stop with swearing, you know I hate it.” “Well maybe I hate you.”

He scoffed hard at that, “no you don’t.”

“You don’t know that-”

“Yes I do, so stop saying it. I’ll stay, okay?”

“And you’ll sleep next to me?”

“Yes darlin’, I will sleep next to you.”

You pressed a soft kiss to his neck and you felt his grip on you get tighter, “thank you, Steve!”

“Anything for you, sweetheart.”

That night, he was good to his word and slept next to you, letting use his chest as a pillow and you were asleep almost instantly. The next day, he was back to normal and you didn’t think anything of his behavior from the previous night. You had no reason to. However, from that day on, things did slowly start to change more.

It started with Bucky coming around more, especially when Steve was with you. You couldn’t sense it, because has always been entirely too good at hiding his emotions, but he slowly became frustrated. So much that he basically stopped coming around all together.

“Hey, are you busy?” you asked timidly as you approached his office one day.

“Yeah, unfortunately.” “Oh...okay then-”

“What’s wrong?”

“No, you’re busy and I don’t wanna take up your time...”

You could feel your eyes welling up and didn’t know why. Steve always had a way of making you so damn soft and vulnerable, and you truly hated it.

You still hate it.

“Darlin’-” “Please stop calling me that. The guy who started calling me that doesn’t seem to exist anymore. If he does, he’s making sure to stay away from me.”

“He still exists-” “Then what’s going on? Why are you staying away from me?”

He sighed as he threw down his pen, “nothing-”

“Alright, if you’re just gonna lie to me-” “I’m not lying!”

“Steve, you saw me walking with Bucky yesterday and literally turned in the other direction and walked away.” “You guys are just hanging out a lot now and I don’t wanna third wheel-” “You wouldn’t third wheeling! We’re just friends!”

“Y/N...” “Steve, why are you just abandoning me? You’re the one I’m closest to and you know that. You’ve always known that,” you sobbed as you closed the door behind you.

“Please don’t cry-” “Then why are you abandoning me?! What did I do wrong?!”

“Nothing-”

“Then what the fuck?! You’ve been acting so strange, but you’re saying I haven’t done anything! If I didn’t do anything, what the fuck is going on with you?!”

He let out another frustrated sigh and just stared at you, clearly at war with himself.

“Fuck this and fuck you, I give up,” you sobbed as you dried your eyes.

“Darlin’”

“Stop calling me that! I’m just Y/N and you’re just Steve. I can’t do this with you anymore!”

After you stormed out, things only got worse, because you’d never felt so low and alone in your life. Unless it had to do with a mission or training, you barely even looked his way. The farther you got away from Steve, the more Bucky swooped in. In fact, the more you look at how everything happened, you realize that things wouldn’t have gotten so bad if you’d just shut things down with the both of them.

However, it’s not as if thinking with a broken heart ever lead to a good thing.

You cried a lot and Bucky was just there for you. He was sweet, he listened, and let you keep your secrets. Sure, he asked what happened between you and Steve (everyone was), but he dropped it when you told him you wouldn’t be talking about it.

You can’t explain what you don’t know.

“Hey doll, we’re goin’ out tonight. You wanna come? Invite Meg!” Bucky asked one night after you let him in your apartment on the compound.

“Nah, I’ve got a hot date with a black and white French film and a few glasses of wine,” you smiled weakly.

“You can’t stay in here forever.”

“I don’t. Sometimes I go home.” “Babe-”

“I just wanna stay in, Buck,” you sighed as someone else knocked on your door. “I guess I’m just the most popular girl in the world.”

When you opened it the second time, Steve stood there looking just as upset as you felt. Instead of even trying to attempt to hear him out, a rage flared up inside you and you had to force yourself to not shove him. As far as you were concerned, he had a lot of fucking nerve to show up at your place after all the shit that happened in his office.

“What?”

“I wanted to know if you’re coming out tonight-”

“No.”

“Well, can I come in and we can talk? I know I owe you an explanation-”

“I don’t want an explanation anymore, Steve,” you lied harshly, “I just want you to leave me alone. I stood in your office and cried like a fucking dumbass...that was a month ago. Now you wanna talk? Just leave things as they are.”

You truly wish you hadn’t spoken out of anger because none of it was true. You cried over him whenever you were alone, you missed hanging out with him, you missed falling asleep next to him...you missed Steve. Your Steve.

You’ve always been a hot head.

“Darlin-” “What have I told you about that?” “Y/N, just give me a few minutes-”

“No, go away. Unless it has to do with work, we don’t have anything to talk about.” “You don’t mean that,” he more pleaded than told you.

“I’ve never meant it more!”

“Y/N-”

Bucky sighed as he came up behind you, “she just needs to cool off, Pal.”

If you hadn’t been so upset and hurt you would’ve laughed at how wide Steve’s eyes got.

“We’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay?”

“I thought you were coming out. It was your idea in the first damn place,” Steve snapped.

“I don’t wanna leave Y/N while she’s this upset. She shouldn’t be alone right now.”

Steve opened his mouth to say something, but all that happened was he clenched his jaw and looked away before he stormed off, punching the wall on his way out.

You should’ve spoken to him. You should’ve gone after him. Instead you pushed past Bucky and made yourself your first glass of wine of the night.

“Babe-”

“Buck, if you’re gonna stay here tonight, please no lectures. I just wanna be upset, okay?”

He just nodded solemnly, “I get it. No lectures, just drinks and weird French movies,” he smirked and you quietly laughed.

Here’s the thing: it’s not that you never found Bucky attractive, you just never thought about him. You were always thinking about Steve. However, at that time, thinking about Steve brought you too much pain and you didn’t want to feel anymore pain for a while. You just wanted to feel numb. You’d rather have nothing, the void, than hold onto the pain Steve’s brought on.

You rested your legs on him when he sat next to you, not thinking anything of it. When he started stroking your leg after the third glass of wine, you still didn’t think anything of it. You only started to pick up on his actions when he squeezed your thigh a little.

“Buck?”

“Yeah doll?” “What are you doing?”

“Trying to help you relax and feel better.”

“Buck-”

“I’ve never seen you this upset, babe. I just wanna help.”

The thought and the offer were tempting. You couldn’t remember the last time you had gotten off to something other than your vibrator. Of course you’d made subtle advances towards Steve, but he’d clearly turned you down. Plus, the women around the compound did talk. While Bucky had a reputation for being a skirt chaser, he also had a reputation for wearing women out in the best way.

It’s not like you were looking for anything. You just wanted to forget for awhile.

He tested the waters a bit more by sliding his hand further up your leg, waiting to see how you’d respond.

You placed your wine glass on the ground and opened your legs for him a bit, “you just wanna make me feel better?”

“So fuckin’ good, doll,” he husked, as he reached between your legs and easily ripped your panties off, “just lay back and enjoy, baby.”

His movements were slow, but his kisses were desperate. It felt good, but off. Not to mention you felt more guilty with every kiss he gave you, like you were betraying Steve.

‘Fuck Steve,’ you told yourself mentally, ‘he had his chance and he clearly didn’t want it.’

You closed your eyes in a vain attempt to shut out any thoughts of Steve, but that only made his face come to mind. You let out a sound between a moan and a frustrated grunt as you pulled Bucky’s hair.

“Please!”

“Tell me how bad you want it,” he smirked, his hot breath lapped at your pussy.

“So fucking bad, please! Need it!”

“Love seeing you like this,” he cooed, before he dipped down and dove in and his lewd moans filled the room.

This was the moment Bucky became your “decoy”. You didn’t want him in the same way he wanted you, but part of you felt like he didn’t actually give a shit. Since he’d lost Nat to Bruce, Bucky wasn’t ever really looking for a relationship. He liked to play around, entertain a woman (or two) for a few months, then he’d move on. As far as you were concerned, that night was only supposed to be a one time thing.

“F-fuck!” you moaned, doing your best to be in the moment as you lulled your head back while he fucked you with his tongue and massaged your clit with his thumb. “Feels so good, Buck!”

You weren’t lying completely. It’s not as if Bucky was bad at eating you out, he just wasn’t the one you wanted doing it.

You felt him smirk against your folds, and started to grind your pussy against his face, forcing yourself to focus on all the pleasure you felt instead of everything else.

‘Steve doesn’t want you. Steve doesn’t want you. Stop thinking about Steve!’ you told yourself mentally.

When he switched up and started sucking on your clit, he easily pressed two fingers into your soaked folds. You felt the knot in your core tighten and snap.

“FUCK!” you cried out as you came hard and a few tears escaped your eyes.

You hated how the tears weren’t from pleasure, but you masked it well enough as he fucked you through your high.

“Take off that fuckin’ shirt, baby. Let me fuckin’ see you,” he husked as he took off his own shirt and started to undo his jeans.

You were quick to do as he said, taking all of him as you ignored how uncomfortable you felt being so bare beneath him as his mouth glistened with your juices.

You were doing this to feel better, so why weren’t you feeling any better?

“Waited so fuckin’ long, baby,” he groaned as he dipped down and worshiped each of your breasts while his thumb made little circles on your clit.

“Bucky!”

“I know baby, I’m gonna take care of you, gonna take such good care of you,” he moaned before you felt his tongue on the side of your neck, licking up little beads of sweat.

You took a deep breath and told yourself you wanted it as you felt him at your entrance. You wanted Bucky. You just needed to let yourself relax.

“Jesus, you’re fuckin’ tight!” he grunted as he pushed into you.

“Oh fuck!”

“I know you can take me, baby! Your wet little pussy is squeezing me so tight, baby!” “Please don’t stop,” you whimpered as you wrapped a leg around his waist, trying to hang on to him as he fucked into you hard and fast.

You wanted this. You agreed to this.

He pushed himself up with his metal arm and looked down at you adoringly, “wanted you for so long, doll. Waited for...ah fuck!”

To avoid feeling anymore guilt, you wrapped an arm around him to pull him close and kissed him passionately, moaning into his mouth when you felt him fill you to the brim. He rode out both your highs before he rested his forehead against yours.

“So good, baby. You tired?” he asked, breath still coming heavy.

You just closed your eyes and shook your head no.

“Good girl.”

Bucky kept at it for a while, not feeling any real pleasure until he brought you off (which you had to fake half the time). There was nothing wrong with him. You found him attractive, and you knew that he wanted you, but it just wasn’t what you wanted. All of it felt so hollow and emotionless on your end. You felt like you were acting and Bucky was working his ass off to please you; to make matters worse, your phone kept going off and you knew who it was.

Steve would’ve hated you if he knew what you were doing and who with, but a part of you felt like he already did. When you both were done, Bucky was a gentleman. He pulled your shirt over your head, carried you to bed, and held you close until you both fell asleep.

You didn’t cry until the next day when you woke up alone in an empty apartment. You ignored calls from both Bucky and Steve, and eventually Bucky was the only one texting you.

Something in you knew that Bucky had confirmed his suspicions, and you just knew he was furious. You and Steve both knew Bucky wasn’t a bad guy, he was just a player and Steve never wanted that for you.

Eventually you cracked and called Meg, and cried while you told her everything.

“Well...fuck,” she muttered once you finally got everything out. “Are you sure Steve knows?”

“His calls and texts were incessant until they weren’t. He hasn’t done either in the last 3 hours.”

“Oh yeah no, he definitely fucking knows. Bucky?”

“Bucky went from every 30 minutes to every other hour.”

“Well, what’s wrong with him?” “Nothing...”

“Except?”

“He’s not Steve.”

“Yeah, but Steve passed up on you, and he was kind of a dick about it. He waited a month until after the office situation? You’ve been showing him your available for how many years? I know you love him, but-”

“I don’t love him.”

“Yeah, cause that’s you’re crying to me about him instead of the skirt chaser that fucked your brains out?”

“Meg.”

“I’m not being insensitive, I’m being honest. Bucky was there last night, clearly wanted you, was with you all night, and all you could think about was Steve. Today, even though Bucky is still texting you, you’re more upset that Steve isn’t because you know he knows. If I were you, I’d be more worried about the guy that’s used to fucking around breaking my heart, than the guy who isn’t,” she sighed.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Steve had his chance, I need to let him go. I’ve been in my room crying all day...I have to stop.”

“Can you?”

“I don’t have much of a choice do I?”

“Babe, if you could end up with Steve, I’d prefer that, but that’s not really an option. Even if he came back, he gave you the run around for a bit. Just focus on you for now and what you want. You always want to make others happy, and you need to focus on you.”

“You’re right. I know you’re right.”

“Do you need me to come over?”

“No, being alone is good for me right now.”

“Alright, I love you, Y/N. It’s gonna be okay.”

You let out a heavy sigh as you sobbed, “I love you,” and hung up.

You ignored Bucky for the rest of the day, feeling guilty about it, but knowing it was for the best. You’d done enough wrong and you truly did need to focus on you and what you wanted.

However, before you fell asleep, you broke down and checked all your texts from Steve.

O Captain, My Captain: Darlin, please just talk to me. I’m so sorry.

O Captain, My Captain: I’m not going out tonight, please just answer me.

O Captain, My Captain: Don’t do anything with Bucky. He’s my best friend, but he’s not worthy of you. He won’t treat you right and you know that.

O Captain, My Captain: Please just answer me.

O Captain, My Captain: If I could take back my actions, I would. I’m so sorry. If you’d just talk to me, I’d be able to make you understand.

O Captain, My Captain: Please talk to me. I miss you so much.

O Captain, My Captain: I’m going to sleep, but give me a call whenever.

O Captain, My Captain: Seriously? All night and you’re still not talking to me?

O Captain, My Captain: Baby, please just talk to me. We’ve never gone this long without talking, and I fucking hate it.

O Captain, My Captain: Y/N...please.

O Captain, My Captain: Bucky just left. You’ve made yourself loud and clear, and fine. I got it.

O Captain, My Captain: Do whatever the fuck you want.

When you woke up the following day, you had the biggest headache from crying, and the last thing you felt like doing was facing either of them. You had a job to do though, and criminals didn’t stop being criminals just because you had a broken heart. Even though you were slower to dress than usual, you were still on time for training, and God, it was brutal.

Bucky kept looking at you, Steve wouldn’t even look your way, and you couldn’t focus. You’d never had a day so bad, and all you wanted was to crawl back into bed. During the meeting after, you just leaned against the wall, barely listening to anything Nick had to say. The one time you bothered to look up, you looked over at Steve and was glaring at you.

God, you really fucking hated yourself.

“Doll, wait up!” Bucky called after you once the meeting was over.

You’d practically run out of the room.

“Bucky, I really just want-”

“What did I do wrong?” he breathed once he caught up to you. “Everything seemed fine on Saturday, I thought we both enjoyed it.”

You didn’t miss the way Steve quietly scoffed as he walked past the both of you.

“Bucky, I just-”

“Did I hurt you? What...I really like you, Y/N. I have for a while and I just...was I too eager?”

You honestly hadn’t expected that.

“Wait...what?”

“I never said anything, because I thought you and Steve had a thing going, but that’s clearly not happening. You were just so upset on Saturday and I wanted to make you happy, and I’ve wanted you for so long...what did I do?”

Trash. You felt like absolute trash.

“I need to get to my room.” “Y/N-”

“Just...I’ll talk to you later, okay? You didn’t do anything wrong, I promise. I just have a lot going on in my head. I just need to be by myself for a while.”

“Please just-”

“I’ll talk to you later, okay? I’m sorry.”

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