Summary: Just what hurts the most: absence explained on a screen.
Major Tags: Angst, breakup.
Additional tags: My entry for the @multifandom-flash Calendar Events April National Ex-spouse day.
Links: Wattpad, Ao3, Spanish version.
@saiyanprincessswanie
My native language is Spanish, so I wanna improve my English writing skills. Please let me know if you notice any mistakes, and I will correct them.
I don’t grant permission for my fics to be posted on other platforms or in different languages (I personally translate my work) or for the use of my graphics (my dividers are included in this. I created them exclusively for my fics; please respect my work and refrain from stealing it. Some people here create dividers that anyone can use; mine is not of this type, so please look for the dividers created by others. The only exceptions are those I gifted 'cuz now belong to someone else. Please let me know if you find any of my works on a different platform and are not one of my accounts. Reblogs and comments are always welcome.
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It wasn't late. It wasn't early. You were sitting on the couch, a cup of cold coffee in your hands, staring blankly at a spot on the wall. The name on the screen made you sit up straight immediately.
Steve.
You smiled without realizing it. Because it was always like that. You opened the message.
There was no “hello.” There was no “Are you okay?”
“We need to talk, but not in person. I think it's for the best.”
Your stomach clenched. You read the line again. And again. As if at some point the words would rearrange themselves and say something different. Your fingers trembled as you typed.
“What's wrong? Are you okay?”
Three minutes passed.
Then five.
Then eight.
The “typing...” indicator appeared and disappeared twice before the next message arrived.
“I've been thinking a lot. This isn't working anymore.”
You felt the first real twinge in your chest.
“What do you mean it's not working?” you typed. “Since when do you get to decide that on your own?”
The reply came quickly this time.
“It's not just my decision. It is what it is.”
You got up from the couch and started pacing around the apartment, barefoot, as if moving around could sort out the chaos that was beginning to grow inside you.
“Steve, this isn't over,” you typed. “After everything we've been through, I deserve better than this.”
The silence dragged on.
The phone felt heavy in your hand, almost alien.
Finally, the message arrived.
“I'm not good at this. I never have been.”
“At what? At loving? At staying? “You replied. “Or at facing things like an adult?”
It took him longer to answer this time.
Much longer.
You sat on the bed, your back against the wall, your eyes fixed on the illuminated screen.
“I love you.”
The air caught in your throat.
“But not the way you need. And I can't keep pretending that I do.”
There it was.
The end.
In two cold lines.
There was no long explanation. There were no elaborate apologies. There was no phone call. Just plain, impersonal text, impossible to hug or yell at.
Your hands started to hurt from how tightly you were holding the phone.
“Is that it?” you wrote. “Years summed up in one message?”
The response took long enough for hope to do something stupid inside you.
“I'm sorry.”
That was it.
No more messages.
No more “typing...”
The screen remained motionless, as if nothing important had happened.
You cried silently.
Not because he was gone.
But because he didn't even dare to see you when he decided to do it.
The phone vibrated one last time.
It wasn't him.
And for the first time, you understood that the story had ended not with a bang, but with a screen slowly turning off.
tags: alternate universe - post tws, chaos, creature feature, dark fiction, gothic fantasy, non con body bod, paranormal romance, transformation, violence
They should have never gone on that fuckin’ mission, Bucky thinks as he tightly grips Steve’s hand. It’s ice cold but somehow it feels even colder than that. It’s as if Steve’s blood has been replaced with liquid nitrogen that seeps through his skin, causing wisps of smoke to evaporate off of him like dry ice.
-
Bucky's hands are frozen by the time he gets Steve out of the water. Tears blur his vision as he presses his lips to Steve's. They're too cold but he has to keep trying.
Bucky keeps it to himself when Steve starts coughing up black blood.
He tells no one that Steve's skin never gets warm again after.
bingo fills + event prompts
au challenge | horror au
@au-roulette | mystery
@avengers-assemble-bingo:
main event | bucky barnes
build-a-steve-party | bucky barnes, natasha romanoff, tony stark
@thebo3bingo | memory loss
@buckybarnesevents: hot bucky summer 25 | free week
@buckyboybingo | eldritch deity
@darkacademiabingo | canon divergence au
@darkspicyevanstan | first kiss
@dark-stucky: steve’s birthday bash 2025 | lethe in his veins
@deaddovekink: kinktober ‘23 | free day
@fandombingo: valentine trope flash | a fleeting kiss
@fandom-free-bingo:
fool | free space
gingerbread | fighting
half-baked | free space
madness | amnesia
medical | free space
wild | cold as ice
world book night | amnesia
@halcyonianlove | gothic horror au + july flower | j.a.r.v.i.s.
@halloweenhorrorbingo '24 | top secret russian underground
@herohardshipsbingo | amnesia
@hurtcomfort-bingo | freezing
@julybreakbingo '25 | canon divergence
marvel-smash-bingo | bucky barnes
@marvelousyahtzee | four of a kind: 1s column
au card | canon divergence
character card | steve rogers
simple starts card | quarrel
steve rogers card | shield
@multifandom-flash: superstition bingo | free space
@sebastianstanbingo | free space
@steverogersbingo | july adoptable: eldritch horror
@stuckybingo | spiders + time [july prompt]
@sweetspicybingo: beginnings | first kiss
@winterbreakadvent ‘24 | week 1: day 3 | being hunted
@wintershieldbingo | magic
@yearoftheotpevent | november: touch starved
read ch 1: ‘cuz once you said “don't worry” was when i started to worry
If you are up for extreme or reckless, it can smut or angst/general.
If you are only up for adventure, get ready the correct gear to hike.
Or if you up only to chill, have a coffee, maybe you'll meet someone.
You can write either NSFW/SFW, it's your choice.
No-deadline!
Day 2, “I thought you knew where you were going?!”
Murdoch Mysteries, Joseph Greyson/Llewellyn Watts
Word Count: 1,079
Ao3 link
Rating: General Audiences
Tags: Cold Weather Investigations, Banter
Summary: Watts and Greyson find themselves working together on a case related to the campus. At night in an old building, to be precise.
Created for: @12daysofchristmas / @multiversebingo, Good Things Can Happen — Working as a Team / @fandombingo, The Little Prince — Getting Lost in the Night + Wonderland — “I have no choice.” + NeverWhere — “I don’t want it.” / “You don’t have any choice.” + Reverse: 1999 — A Closed Door / @halloweenhorrorbingo 2024 card — Sneaking into a Facility / @multifandom-flash, July Events | Global Forgiveness Day — The unapologetic
@fandom-free-bingo, Plural Edition — “Why Are You Like This?” / @fairytalebingo — “We shouldn’t do this” / @sweetspicybingo, Lyrical Edition — And the darkness is a comfort for a while | Autoheart
Excerpt:
Greyson pulled his scarf tighter around his neck, throwing a prudent glance at the detective beside him. “You know, I thought this sort of thing was against your principles. Sneaking into buildings at night without a warrant, mean.”
Watts gave him a sidelong glance, his expression impassive but his eyes betraying a flicker of amusement. “My principles, Mr. Greyson, are flexible when the pursuit of justice necessitates it.” He decided to skip mentioning the time Joseph caught Crabtree and him trying to break into one of the campus’ bedrooms during a previous case. “Besides, you’re the one with the keys.”
“Ah, yes,” Greyson muttered, his hand wrapping around the ring of keys from his coat pocket. “The perks of being a glorified watchman.”
A/N: The summary of this moodboard is a little short and sweet, but it's been a while since I've done this. I'm rusty, but to be fair, the idea for this was simple. So I tried to stay that way as well.
Image Credits: Banner made by me with the help of PicsArt and Google Images
Created For:
@darcylewisbingohq: #27 of The Weekly Challenge: Bookish Week- Bookstore
@anyfandomaubingo: I4- Neighbor AU
@fandombingo: G1- Neighbor AU
@multifandom-flash: Card 4021- N1- Free Space
@ultimatechrisbingo: B1- Old Flame
@sebastianstanbingo: N3- Free Space
@cabottombingo: O2- Circus/Fair
@thebo3bingo: O5- Spending the day together
@marvelrarepairbingo: N3- Free Space
Description:
It was Jane's bright idea to use their small town's local fair to promote their recently opened bookstore. Free publicity and a nice summer day spent having fun, what could possibly go wrong?
Darcy. Darcy is what could possibly go wrong. It seems that Darcy's life has become a tangled mess...
And it could all come to a head?
It's her fledging relationship with her mysterious neighbor, Bucky... and the homecoming of her childhood sweetheart, Steve who came back with a foster daughter in tow--that makes her realize life has woven a complicated web for her to navigate.
But maybe a wonderful day spent riding the Ferris wheel, eating cotton candy and bonding with two amazing men and a young girl can make Darcy realize that life can sometimes be messy...but the universe always has a way of working it all out for the best.
Summary: Steve Rogers is married to Peggy Carter, but he falls in love with you.
Major Tags: Fluff, angst, mention of cheating.
Additional tags: My entry for the @multifandom-flash Calendar Events April National Ex-spouse day.
Links: Wattpad, Ao3, Spanish version.
@saiyanprincessswanie
My native language is Spanish, so I wanna improve my English writing skills. Please let me know if you notice any mistakes, and I will correct them.
I don’t grant permission for my fics to be posted on other platforms or in different languages (I personally translate my work) or for the use of my graphics (my dividers are included in this. I created them exclusively for my fics; please respect my work and refrain from stealing it. Some people here create dividers that anyone can use; mine is not of this type, so please look for the dividers created by others. The only exceptions are those I gifted 'cuz now belong to someone else. Please let me know if you find any of my works on a different platform and are not one of my accounts. Reblogs and comments are always welcome.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Marvel's characters (unfortunately), except for the original characters and the story.
Add yourself to my taglist here.
My other media where I publish: Ao3, Wattpad, ffnet, TikTok, Instagram, Twitter.
If you like it, please vote, comment, and provide feedback to help me improve my skills. Consider reblogging as well.
You worked as a typist in an office downtown, a fairly routine life, but one that allowed you to keep busy and distract yourself from the thoughts that sometimes assailed you in the solitude of your small apartment in Brooklyn. Everything had changed since you met Steve Rogers.
You had heard his name before; he was a war hero, “Captain America,” a man who had saved the world. But when you met him, it wasn't in the context of his legend, but as an ordinary man who, by chance, shared your passion for reading. It was in a small, dusty bookstore, far from the hustle and bustle of the city, where it all began.
You had been leafing through a book of poetry when you noticed someone else looking at the same shelf. You looked up, and there he was. You exchanged a few words about the book, and from that moment on, you began to meet at the same bookstore once a week.
The conversations soon moved to a nearby café, where you spent hours talking about books, art, and life in general. As the months passed, the friendship turned into something more. There was a silent understanding between you, an invisible bond that united you in a way that couldn't be explained in words. But there was also Peggy Carter, his wife.
That afternoon, like so many others, you were sitting across from Steve in his apartment. It was a modest but cozy place, with black-and-white photographs adorning the walls and wooden furniture that seemed to have been chosen with care. Peggy was away on a secret mission, something Steve never talked about in too much detail, but you knew it took up a large part of his time.
“I've been thinking a lot,” Steve said, breaking the silence that had fallen between you as you drank tea in the small living room.
You looked at him, waiting for him to continue. There was tension in the air, a sense that something important was about to be said.
“I can't keep doing this, and you shouldn't have to bear this burden either,” he continued, his voice low but firm. "Peggy deserves the truth. You deserve more than this... more than just being a hidden part of my life."
“What about Peggy?” you asked, even though you knew this conversation was far from easy. “Have you ever thought that maybe she's betraying you, too?”
“What are you talking about?” he asked, his voice more tense than you had anticipated.
“Steve, this isn't something I want to say lightly, but... I've seen her with another man. I don't know who he is or how it started, but it doesn't seem like they're just coworkers.”
“I can't believe it,” he muttered, more to himself than to you.
You stood up and walked over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder.
“I wouldn't have told you if I wasn't sure. I don't want you to think I'm making this up. But I think it's something you should know, especially if you're questioning your feelings for me.”
“Oops! I forgot I was married,” he said with bitter irony. “And now it seems she's forgotten too.”
“Steve, I don't want you to make any rash decisions. I'm not asking you to leave Peggy or do anything you might regret. I just want you to be honest with yourself... and with her.”
Steve nodded slowly, but the sadness on his face didn't fade. You knew he was processing everything you had said, trying to find a way through the chaos that his life had become.
“Maybe I should talk to her. Clarify the situation before I proceed with any decisions. I promise you that no matter what happens, I will never intentionally hurt you,” he said, leaning in to caress your cheek.
“I know, Steve. I just want you to be happy... whatever path you choose.”
Then Steve did something you didn't expect: he took you in his arms and kissed you. You didn't know how long they stayed like that.
