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Making Memories

Pairing: Billy Russo x Female Reader

Word Count: 1756

Summary: On your honeymoon with Billy you capture sweet moments of him with your camera. They say today’s moments are tomorrow's memories. If you capture every moment it will last a lifetime.

Warnings: Fluff and Smut

A/N: Thank you to​​​ @music-culture-mythology​ for helping me and beta reading this. @firefly-graphics​​​ for the page-breaks

A/N 2: This is for @fictional-affairs​ 500 reader challenge

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*Click*

Billy was admiring the view of the sunrise over the ocean from their honeymoon suite balcony when he heard the camera go off behind him. He turned around smiling at you as you lay on the bed with your camera in hand.

“What do you think you’re doing Mrs. Russo?” Billy was completely naked as he stalked back to where you were. His cock was instantly hard and he watched you like a prey waiting to see what you were going to do.

“I’m just capturing our memories so I never forget this moment. You looked so handsome staring out over the water.” Your fingers clicked on a button to show him the photo you took. Indeed your photo captured him from the waist up, his back muscles on display for you as he leaned against the railing lost in his thoughts. Thoughts about you mainly and how lucky he was to finally start his forever with the woman he loves. 

Billy had to admit you were a phenomenal photographer. He has always teased you about taking photos of him. In his mind, he was nothing special. Maybe it had to do with his past of growing up in the system. There were no photos of him growing up on any special holidays or birthdays. Photos weren’t his thing until you came along. You were determined to make up for what he never had and decided you would make mementos together.

He leaned down and kissed your forehead, his body moving over your naked one until you were pinned beneath him. Your legs opened to allow him to be pressed against you. The camera falls to the bed as he whispers in your ear, “we don’t need a camera for this next part.” Billy turned you over onto your stomach and pulled you to your knees. “God, you have a perfect ass, Mrs. Russo.”

Grabbing your hips, his now hard cock rubbed between your folds collecting your arousal on him. With a gentle roll of his hips, Billy pushed into your channel causing you both to groan in pleasure. His pace was slow and firm at first as he watched your cunt swallow his cock with each thrust. Your head pressed against the bed as your fists clenched the sheets hard, moaning louder as he sped up his thrusts.

“Oh god, I lov-love your cock, Mr. Russo!” You squealed as he went harder into you, hitting that special spot inside you that makes you sing to the heavens. The harder he plowed into you the louder you chanted his name like a prayer. Skin slapping against skin echoed in the room with your gasps and his grunts. His cock hit your special spot again, making you cum hard. Your pussy clenched his cock hard, causing him to cum with a shout. 

Billy eased himself out of you and collapsed next to you. Both of you were breathing hard when you started to giggle.

“If I could start my day like this every day I swear I could conquer the world,” you declared. 

Billy couldn’t help but laugh now with you. “I will do everything in my power to help you conquer the world. Even if that means fucking this perfect pussy of mine.” Billy was always supportive in every aspect of your life. So it made your heart skip when he declared he would help conquer the world with you. Not that you were into anything illegal but just the thought made you smile.

“Well, now that we are awake and had our morning cardio, let's grab a shower.” You rolled out of bed and walked to the bathroom, hips swaying to entice him.

Billy didn’t need to be told more than once. In fact, he was going to have to take you again in the shower before he started his day with you.

The next day you both head out to hike a trail on the island that was said to give you the view of a lifetime. Of course, your camera is hung around your neck as you both ascend the trail. Billy walks behind you to make sure you’re safe. 

As you reach the top of the trail you swear you lose your breath by the view. The view overlooks the island with its small mountain trails and is surrounded by the ocean. You grab the camera and start photographing everything in sight. Minutes must have passed before you realize Billy left your side. 

Turning around you see him smiling at you as he holds wildflowers out for you. “Here you go, darling. I thought you would like them.”

*Click*

You quickly took a photo of him and let the camera hang from your neck so you could take the flowers. “They’re so beautiful, Billy.” 

“Not nearly as beautiful as you my darling.” Billy steps closer to you and cups your face with his hands before he kisses you gently. “Now how about we head back to our room so I can show you just how beautiful you are to me.”

The next couple of days you spend at the beach soaking up the sun. This had to be the most relaxed you’ve felt in years. After a couple of hours, you decide you’re both going to walk the beach together before your planned dinner. 

Your camera is once again around your neck as you both walk towards the rocks. Together you find little shells that have washed up on shore. You take your camera and start taking pictures of the colorful ones. As you turn you see Billy standing in his long sleeve zip-up, shorts, and sunglasses as he looks off to the side. 

*Click*

He looked gorgeous. Billy is the most photogenic person you have ever known and taking these photos makes your heart skip a beat. You watch him smirk as he knows you took his photo once again. The thing is Billy would never tell you no and that he doesn’t want his photo taken. He knows how much you enjoy it so he never complains.

“How about we go back to our room and clean up? I have a nice dinner planned for us.” Billy declares as he walks over to you and gently grabs your hand. Bringing your hand to his mouth, he kisses your ring finger that holds your wedding ring. 

Your fingers intertwined with his fingers as you bring his hand to your mouth and lightly kiss his ring. You both smile lovingly at one another as you head back to the room hand in hand.

Billy had just pulled his suit jacket on when he saw you in the mirror finishing up. You had always been the most gorgeous woman he had ever met but your loving personality and giving nature is what he loved the most. You stood with your back to him, dressed in a short black dress and stiletto heels with your hair fixed just right. His smile was one of affection as he watched you fiddle around. His eyes caught your camera sitting on the table in your room. Billy walked over to the camera and turned it on, waiting for you to emerge from the bathroom. A few minutes later you walked out and Billy captured your beauty with the lens.

*Click*

You looked at him grinning as you heard the familiar sound. “What do you think you’re doing?” You questioned, hand on your hip and an eyebrow raised. Normally you were the one behind the camera and didn’t like your picture taken. Though you had been known to take pictures on special occasions. 

*Click*

Billy snapped another of you looking unamused but lord knew he loved the sass. “I’m just capturing moments of you my love. I figured since there are so many of me on here I needed some of you.”

You walked over to him with a sway of your hips and offered him a hand. “If you would be so kind I would like my camera back.”

*Click*

With a final picture of you, Billy handed the camera over. “Here you go, darling. Now we have a dinner reservation to make. You placed the camera back on the table as you both walked out of the room and downstairs to your private dining room that overlooked the ocean. You had to admit a part of you wished that you had your camera to capture this moment of the two of you. 

Sensing where your mind was Billy couldn’t help but hide his smile. He had already arranged for something after dinner. For now, you both ate and drank, making small talk about the secluded island you were both on and the adventures you would go on when you got back to the states. The waiter brought out a piece of cheesecake for you both to split. Before you could dive in a gentleman with a camera came up to your table.

“Would the happy couple like to have a photograph?”

You looked over at Billy and smiled. Looking back at him you both said, “yes.” 

*Click*

The photographer showed you the preview of the photo on his camera and you both agreed that you loved it. He promised it would be brought out to you in a few minutes. You both dug into the dessert and continued to sip your wine. Sure enough, once you finished and were ready to head upstairs the photographer brought you the picture. It showed the two of you sitting close to one another with the sunset in the background over the ocean. It was perfect. With the picture in hand, you both headed up to the bedroom to watch the sun continue to set for the day from your balcony. 

Kicking off your stilettos you walked ahead into the bedroom and saw the bed covered in rose petals. Billy’s hands wrapped around your waist from behind and you felt his beard skim against your neck causing your breath to hitch. His warm breath warmed your ear as he spoke, “How about instead of taking pictures of the sunset we break this bed in some more and make memories between these sheets.”

This was going to be another fun way to continue to make memories of this honeymoon. Memories that would certainly last a lifetime.

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[smellingofpoetry]

Cherry Pie

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Mary Winchester, Bobby Singer, Reader's mom

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Chef!Reader

Summary: This is the story of how cooking made two people fall in love.

Square/s Filled: Free Space (@anyfandomaubingo)

Warnings: AU, fluff, slow burn, lots of cooking

Words count: 3438

Beta: endlesswanted

A/N:  Hi there! I wrote this one-shot for @fictional-affairs' challenge. Happy birthday again, love. I hope this story is what you were looking for. Also, I hope to bring you some joy today with it. It's not what I had in mind, but I'm used by now for my stories to do whatever they pleased, lol. So, I just hope you're gonna like it. Feedback is always appreciated. Enjoy!🖤

Dean Winchester Masterlist - Masterlist

Y/N had just gotten back from school, saying bye to her friend Sam, when walking inside her home she found it empty. It wasn’t a surprise since her parents had weird shifts. So, she just left her school bag at the entrance before heading to the kitchen, hoping her mom had left something for her to eat.

She searched the whole kitchen, but of course, her mom had forgotten about it – again. Y/N sighed frustrated and even more hungry than a few minutes prior. She opened the fridge, knowing full well that there was plenty of food for her to not starve to death. There was only one problem – she didn’t know how to cook.

The last time Y/N tried to cook something she had almost burnt the house down. She groaned, closing the fridge with more force than intended. She heard then her stomach growl and she knew she had one option left. So, she swallowed her pride, took the keys to the house, and went out. She walked the few yards separating her from her neighbor’s house.

Y/N walked towards the back and took a deep breath. She knocked at their kitchen door before letting herself in.

“Hi.” She sighed, waving her hand at her friend’s big brother currently busy behind the stoves. Dean turned around with a smirk on his face. He was used to seeing her walk into their kitchen while their parents were gone, at that point he was always cooking more food and just waiting for her.

“I was wondering if it was okay for me to stay for lunch,” Y/N said, awkwardly moving from one foot to the other, gnawing at her bottom lip. Dean leaned toward the near counter with his hip, arms crossed at his chest. He sighed, rolling his eyes for a more dramatic effect before waving her over.

“Alright, but this time you’re helping.” He told her, throwing at her the apron. Y/N frowned, catching the garment just in time. She tightened it around her middle while walking closer to where he was standing.

“Are you sure about this?” she asked him, alarmed. Dean nodded, passing her the spoon which she took quite unsure.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let you burn this kitchen too.” He whispered in her ear, smirking and earning a shove from her.

Y/N was curled up in one of the corners of the Winchester’s couch, watching a movie with Sam and Dean while their parents were out for the parents-teachers meeting. Those meetings always took so long, and according to her dad were boring as hell, which explained why he and Mrs. John got in their cars very reluctantly that afternoon.

It was almost dinner time, and they hadn’t been back yet. Hers and Sam’s stomachs, if the noises to her right were an indication, were starting to rumble. Three grumbled later and she saw Dean roll his eyes, pausing the movie before getting up.

“Hey!” Sam complained, to which he received a dirty look from his big brother.

“I couldn’t concentrate with all the noises you two were making, so I’m going to fetch us something to eat.” He declared while heading to the kitchen. Y/N glanced at Sam, finding him watching his brother before turning back to her. The moment their eyes met they started to giggle.

“You did make some noise.” Sam teased her. Y/N swatted his arm playfully before getting up and feign to be outraged.

“I’m going to see if your brother needs help.” She told him while walking to the kitchen. She turned around just to stick her tongue out just for good measure. Sam threw a cushion at her then, barely missing her. She laughed at him while running to the kitchen just to not give him the chance to throw something else at her. She stopped only when in the safety of the other room, a small giggle escaped her until she caught Dean staring at her with a raised brow. Y/N cleared her throat, trying to stifle a new giggle.

“Do you need help?” she asked, taking a step closer to the counter while nervously fixing a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Do you know how to make a perfect burger?” He asked while taking out different ingredients from the pantry. Y/N eyed him carefully, she was sure that assembling a burger wasn’t that hard, but she found herself shaking her head, nonetheless. She did that for two reasons. First, she didn’t trust herself when it came to cooking. Second, she didn’t mind listening to Dean showing her things. She once heard him talk about motors and cars for like half an hour, and she was sure that nothing could be worse than that. At least in this case she knew what a burger was, which was a better start.

“C’mon, I’ll show you.”

Y/N was sitting on the floor with her eyes glued to the oven’s glass. She anxiously gnawed at her lip, glancing from time to time at the clock on the wall. She watched the cake slowly rise until it stopped, and everything came crashing down, again. She sighed defeated, knowing full well that was the fourth failed attempt.

“Damn it!” she whispered while fishing her phone from her back pocket and starting to tap a text.

9-1-1: Kitchen!!! 

She put her phone away and waited. That was how Dean had found her, sitting on the kitchen floor covered in what he assumed was flour. He stopped at the entrance; arms crossed while leaning against the door frame.

“I thought Sam was your emergency contact.” He whispered with a smirk on his lips. Y/N raised her eyes at the sound of his voice, and for a moment he got worried by the sad look in her eyes. He came closer then, kneeling in front of her.

“Are you okay?”

“No. My summer sucks, my parents are divorcing and I’m not even good at backing a damn cake.” She whispered with tears welling in her eyes. Dean sighed, cupping her face with both his hands and rubbing his thumbs under her eyes.

“I can’t do much for your parents, but I can help you with the cake and, if we still have some time, we can try to fix your summer too. Sounds good?” He asked, helping her stand up. She got up, sniffling a little and trying to get rid of some of the flour on her shirt. Dean smirked, ruffling her hair making some more white powder fall on the floor.

“So, what cake were you trying to bake?” he asked, peeking at the book on the counter. Y/N got closer, pointing to one of the pictures. Dean squinted at the image, reading the recipe, and nodding from time to time. Y/N gnawed at her bottom lip, watching him nod his head one more time before closing the book.

“Alright, let’s bake some pie!” He announced, clapping his hands.

“What about the cake?” She asked confused while taking a step back to let him have enough space to retrieve the ingredients he needed.

“Cakes are overrated, pies on the other hand…” he trailed off while taking some of the flour and putting it in a bowl. Y/N got closer, nudging him a bit without taking her eye away from what he was doing.

“You don’t know how to bake a cake, isn’t it?” She whispered like she was sharing a secret. Dean stopped what he was doing, looking at her for a few seconds before leaning towards her.

“Don’t say a word and I’ll let you pick the filling.” He whispered in a conspirator tone, making her giggle.

“How do you feel about cherry?” She asked, sharing with him a knowing look.

The holiday wasn’t the same anymore since her parents divorced. They used to spend it all together eating, laughing, talking, and having fun. The Winchesters were kind enough to still invite her and her mom to their gatherings. At first, it had felt weird her dad not being there, but then things started to slowly go back to normal or something resembling it.

They used to spend the 4th of July grilling burgers, drinking beer if they were old enough, and waiting for the fireworks. They used to switch houses every year, but lately they just silently agreed to spend the day with the Winchesters, which was why she and her mom were walking toward the backyard of their neighbor. Once there they were welcomed with hugs and waves, Y/N put down the pasta salad her mom had made before glancing around her. Her mom was already deep in conversation with Mary. John was a few feet away checking the meat on the barbecue while talking with Bobby. Sammy was sitting in one of the chairs with his nose in a book. He had always been a nerd, which was why it had been easy being friends with him, but lately with college right around the corner he had less and less time to spend with her. She was saddened by that, but somehow, she understood. If she had to be honest, she envied him because she was still trying to figure out what to do after high school, while Sam had a whole plan.

“Dean, can you take over the barbecue for a while?” John asked, passing him the pincers as soon as he was near him. Dean took it, starting to turn the meat while glancing at the girl in the middle of his garden.

“Hey Y/N, could you come over?” He called out for her, watching her come his way with a smile on her face. Dean glanced at Sam, still deep in his book, shaking his head. He loved his little brother, but he swore sometimes that kid was dumb. What was he thinking, leaving a girl just standing there? Especially a girl like Y/N.

Dean waited for her to get closer before giving her the container with oil and seasonings. As soon as she took it, he made space for her to slip between him and the barbecue.

“I’ll keep turning the meat while you put that on them,” he instructed her, who simply nodded, starting to wet the meat with precision. Dean had to bite his lip to stop from smiling too big.

“Look at you being professional and all.” He said, nudging lightly at her. Y/N looked up, a smile lighting up her whole face.

“I guess I had a good teacher.”

Fall had come sooner than expected and they all had to say bye to Sam, who moved to college, leaving them behind. Y/N and Dean had been both worried to stay behind without the piece keeping them together. The fear started to disappear slowly, leaving space for their traditional Friday dinner where they took hold of Dean’s kitchen and cooked together. They had found their balance until winter came and it was her turn to leave.

“Hope you have some room for dessert.” He said while retrieving their plates and disappearing into the kitchen. Y/N watched him leave, gnawing at her bottom lip trying to find the right words to tell him the news. She was so deep in thought that she didn’t even notice him coming back until a slice of pie was put in front of her.

“You’re thinking too loud.” He teased her. She sighed, cracking a smile before retrieving a letter inside of her jacket and letting it slide on the table towards him. Dean let go of the fork, swallowing some of the pie before taking the letter in his hand and reading it. Y/N watched him carefully, trying to read his expression while her heart seemed ready to escape her chest of how wild it was beating. Dean read the paper till the end a smile lit up his face.

“You got in?” He asked just to make sure he was reading right.

“Yeah.”

“I knew you could do it, come here.” He said, getting up from his seat to hug her. Y/N smiled at his enthusiasm, getting up as well and letting him hug her. She put her arms around his middle, hugging him just as tight, burying her face in his chest.

“You’re not mad, right?” She asked in a whisper. Dean frowned, glancing at her without breaking their hug.

“For what?”

“Leaving you.”

Dean’s heart skipped a bit at her question, and it took him a moment to find the right words to answer her. He sighed, letting his hands travel to her arms where he stopped, pushing her a bit away from him just enough to look her in the eyes.

“I’ll be mad if you don’t, Y/N. This is one hell of an opportunity, and I don’t want you to waste it just because of me. You don’t have to worry about me, I’ll be fine.”

“I’ll miss you.” She whispered, her eyes filling with tears. Dean swallowed hard, hugging her again but a bit tighter this time. He kissed the crown of her head, closing his eyes and lingering with his lips on her skin more than he should have, but he couldn’t really give a damn at that moment. Not when that could easily be the last time he could hold her between his arms.

God, he already missed her, but he was too afraid to say it out loud.

“Just promise me something–,” he whispered, swallowing hard.

“Anything.” She answered so quickly that made Dean chuckle.

“When you become a great Chef with a restaurant of your own, I want to be your first customer.” He whispered, feeling his eyes starting to sting.

“Deal.”

4 years later.

Dean glanced at the invitation he got by mail a few days prior, currently clutched in his hand. He read the address again, to make sure that he was indeed in the right place. He put the card in the inside pocket of his jacket while walking towards the entrance of the new restaurant his hometown was obsessed with. As soon as he walked through the door a young lady welcomed him.

“Hello, Sir. Follow me, please.” She said, guiding him to the central table in the dining area.

Dean got rid of his jacket, took a seat, and looked around. “Jack will be your server tonight. Enjoy your meal.” She said before retreating to the entrance, leaving Dean alone in the dining area. A few seconds later, a young waiter made his way to him.

“Welcome to our restaurant. My name is Jack. How are you doing this evening, Sir?” He asked, politely smiling.

“Not really sure at the moment…” Dean answered, glancing one more time at the empty room.

“Well, I hope the menu the Chef has prepared for tonight can make up your mind. In the meantime, can I get you something to drink?”

“Red wine, thank you.”

The rest of the night went by with Jack coming to the table now and then to serve him a new course, refill his glass, or ask him how it was going. Dean tried to ask his waiter why he was the only one there, but Jack was good enough to avoid his question. Then the food had arrived, and Dean had completely forgotten everything else, so busy tasting every plate and, damn if they weren’t good. It was probably the best food he had ever eaten in his whole life.

He was sipping some of his wine when Jack came back.

“How was everything?” The waiter asked, taking Dean’s empty plate.

“Delicious.”

“The Chef would be pleased to know. Can I interest you in our special dessert?”

“Why not?”

Dean watched him leave, retreating towards what he assumed was the kitchen, remaining alone again. He took another sip of wine when someone surprised him from behind by placing a plate with a slice of pie on it.

“Pie!” He exclaimed, surprised and quite pleased to see his favorite food in the whole world in front of him.

“Someone once told me that cakes are overrated, pie, on the other hand…” the Chef whispered, making herself known. Dean looked up, swallowing hard at the sight of the woman in front of him, forgetting about the pie.

“Y/N?”

“Hey, Dean.” She smiled, taking a seat in front of him.

“Is this–,” he trailed off, pointing with his fingers at the room they were in.

“Yes.”

“And am I–”

“Yes, Dean. you’re my very first customer.”

Dean nodded with a smile, lowering his gaze to hide the tears welling up in his eyes.

“You remembered, uhm?” He whispered, looking up again and catching her looking at him with a soft smile.

“Like I could ever forget. So, are you gonna try the pie or not?” She asked, nervously.

Dean took his fork, not letting her repeat the invitation twice. He took a big piece of pie, taking it to his mouth under her curious gaze. As soon as all the flavors hit him, he couldn’t stop the moaning that escaped him, making her giggle.

“I get that it is good?” She asked, smiling.

“Fucking awesome.”

“So, what do you think of the menu? Can I use it for the opening?”

Dean looked up at her, swallowing the last bite of pie and cleaning his mouth from the few crumbles.

“The food was amazing, but you already know that you don’t need me to tell you my approval.” He told her, scraping some remnants of the pie from the plate.

“You know, I have some more pie in the kitchen if you want.” She smirked, getting up without waiting for his response. Y/N smiled when she heard the chair getting moved, four years and he hadn’t changed a bit. Dean followed her into the kitchen admiring the spacious room full of all the cool tools. Y/N watched him looking around himself until his eyes found hers. She smiled, handing him a fork before they both started to eat the remaining pie. They eat in silence like that for a few minutes, glancing at each other.

“Do you remember the first time we baked a pie together?” She asked, licking at her fork.

“I remember you wanted to bake a cake…”

“…and failing miserably.” She finished for him, making both of them laugh.

“Yeah, but look how far you’ve come, with a restaurant of your own.” He said, a hint of pride in his voice. Y/N looked at him, letting go of her fork and getting closer to him.

“You’re wrong, you know? I still need your opinion… I still need you, Dean.”

“You never really did; I was the one to need you.” He whispered, moving a strand of his hair behind her ear. They both shifted closer to each other, their eyes never leaving the other.

“We needed each other,” she whispered, tilting her head, and slowly grazing his lips with hers. Dean cupped her cheek, bringing her closer, and let their lips finally meet. Y/N smiled against his mouth, disclosing her lips to grant him access. Their tongues meet halfway, caressing each other. Dean sighed into the kiss, feeling his heart going miles a minute. He had dreamt so many times of kissing her, but nothing came closer to that moment.

They reluctantly let go of each other, letting their foreheads touch while their breaths mingled together.

“I’m here to stay, you know?”

“Yeah, I figured that out since the restaurant and everything else.” He chuckled. Y/N giggled, rolling her eyes at herself for turning into a teenager all over again whenever he was around her.

“And I know that you already have a job you like and I’m probably too late anyway, but–”

“Yes.” He interrupted her, making her look up at him with a smile on her lips that seemed so kissable that Dean was kinda having a hard time concentrating.

“You don’t even know what I was asking you.”

“Doesn’t matter, the answer is still yes.” He whispered, ducking his head, and catching her lips in a kiss. She kissed him back, smiling against his lips until she put her hands on his chest to lightly push him away.

“Dean–”

“Alright, alright, ask away.”

“Would you like to come work here at the restaurant with me?”

“Yes. I would love to work with you at the rest– wait, what’s the name of the restaurant anyway?” He asked, frowning. Y/N smiled one of her beautiful smiles, mischief in her eyes, while she got closer to him like she used to do when she wanted to share a secret.

“Cherry pie.”

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[nekoannie-chan]

Discovering

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Demigoddess!Reader.

Word count: 698 words.

Summary: After many years, you decided to go to the world your father belonged to learn more about it, but you never thought you were going to fall in love.

Warnings: None, is fluff.

A/N: This is my entry to @fictional-affairs  Rae’s 500 Reader Challenge!

@saiyanprincessswanie

My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistakes, please let me know and I will correct them.

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Since you had memory, you had never left the "village" where you lived with your mother. However, now you believed that it was time to leave that place after... he had lost count of how many years. Perhaps it had been an eternity, or at least a few centuries.

You knew that this place was not so real; your mother had simply created it so as not to lose you, but you wanted to know what was beyond; in other places, to meet more people, to live in reality, without the need for your mother to protect you. Even though you always knew what happened, you wanted to find out if all humans were the same or not.

You took advantage of the fact that she was asleep to escape. You left a note. Maybe then she would not worry. As soon as you left the area, you began to notice changes. The sky was different, less blue. Everything seemed to have less color. Everything seemed to be less, that is, less colorful, the food had less flavor, less tasty, etc.; however, that was insignificant to you. You like to know something different or new.

One day, while walking through the streets, you decided to enter a cafeteria. When you saw the menu, you asked for everything you had never tasted. Of course, in the past you tried many foods from different countries; however, not everything. You always thought that your mother only knew from the world of mortals what your father had managed to teach her. That is precisely why you wanted to get out of what she had built to know more.

You didn't notice the man at the next table, who looked at you in surprise at seeing everything you asked for. After a while, Steve finally decided to talk to you.

"You must be very hungry," he said shyly. You turned to see him; on his whole trip, it was minimal what he had said.

It had been a long journey, and you were very hungry. You were trying to remember if anyone had tried to strike up a "real" conversation with you, but it had never happened until that moment.

"You're not from here, are you?" When Steve asked you, you shook your head. "Where are you from?"

"From a very distant place," you replied.

For the rest of the day, you had a great time. That same night, while they were making a bonfire in front of the beach, you told him the truth. For a moment, you thought he was not going to believe you, but he believed you.

From that day, he took you to different places, and you began to feel something that you had never felt before, although you knew what it was because your mother had explained it to you. Steve finally confessed his feelings to you, and so they began a relationship.

It had been almost a year since you had left your home. Your relationship with Steve was four months old. However, you thought it was time to go visit your mother. You knew that she missed you, coupled with the fact that even though she knew she could figure out how to make sure you were okay, you preferred that he see you in person.

You called him "Steve" when he walked into the cafeteria. You felt nervous; you didn't know how he was going to take it.

"Is something wrong?" he asked.

"Everything is fine, I just want to go visit my mother, and as you know, it's a very distant place," you said.

"I'll go with you," Steve said.

"What? Why? "

"I want to meet the mother of the person I love, and I think she would want to meet me too," Steve explained as he held your hand in his.

You nodded and smiled, knowing he was correct; you just hoped your mother would be pleased to meet him as well, even though she was probably already aware of his existence.

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Descubriendo

Pareja: Steve Rogers X Lectora Semidiosa.

Palabras: 605 palabras.

Sinopsis: Después de muchos años, decidiste ir al mundo al que pertenecía tu padre para conocer más, pero nunca pensaste que te ibas a enamorar.

Advertencias: Ninguna, es fluff.

N/A:  Esta es mi entrada para Rae’s 500 Reader Challenge!

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Desde que tenías memoria nunca habías salido del “pueblo” donde vivías con tu mamá, sin embargo, ahora creías que era momento de salir de ese lugar después de… Habías perdido la cuenta de cuántos años, tal vez había sido una eternidad y si no al menos unos cuantos siglos.

Sabías que ese lugar no era tan real, simplemente tu madre lo había creado para no perderte, pero querías conocer qué había más allá, en otros lugares, conocer a más personas, vivir en la realidad, sin la necesidad de que tu madre te protegiera, a pesar de que siempre supiste lo que pasó, sin embargo, querías descubrir si todos los humanos eran iguales o no.

Aprovechaste que ella estaba dormida para escaparte, dejaste una nota, tal vez así no se preocuparía. Enseguida de que saliste de la zona, comenzaste a notar cambios, el cielo era diferente, menos azul, de hecho, todo parecía tener menos color. De hecho, todo parecía ser menos, es decir, menos colorido, la comida tenía menos sabor, menos sabrosa, etcétera; no obstante, eso era insignificante para ti, te agrada conocer algo diferente o nuevo.

Un día mientras caminabas por las calles, decidiste entrar a una cafetería, al ver el menú pediste todo lo que nunca habías probado, claro, en el pasado probaste muchos alimentos de diferentes países, sin embargo, no todo, siempre pensaste que tu madre únicamente conocía del mundo de los mortales lo que tu padre le había alcanzado a enseñar. Precisamente por eso quisiste salir de lo que ella había construido para conocer más.

No notaste al hombre que estaba en la mesa de a lado, quien te miraba sorprendido al ver todo lo que pediste. Después de un rato, Steve finalmente decidió hablarte.

—Debes estar muy hambrienta —él dijo con timidez. Volteaste a verlo, en todo tu viaje era mínimo lo que habías hablado.

—Ha sido un viaje largo y tenía mucha hambre —respondiste, estabas intentando recordar si alguien había tratado de entablar una conversación “real” contigo, sin embargo, nunca había ocurrido hasta ese momento.

—No eres de aquí, ¿verdad? —Steve te preguntó, negaste con la cabeza—. ¿De dónde eres?

—De un lugar muy lejano —contestaste.

Quedaron de verse al siguiente día, la pasaste muy bien, esa misma noche mientras estaban haciendo una fogata frente a la playa, le contaste la verdad, por un momento pensaste que no te iba a creer, pero te creyó.

Desde ese día él te llevó a conocer diferentes lugares, y comenzaste a sentir algo que nunca antes habías sentido, aunque sabías de qué se trataba, tu madre te lo había explicado. Steve finalmente te confesó sus sentimientos y así comenzaron una relación.

Había pasado casi un año desde que te habías ido de tu hogar, tu relación con Steve tenía cuatro meses, no obstante creías que era momento de ir a visitar a tu madre, sabías que ella te extrañaba aunado a que a pesar de que sabías que podía ingeniárselas para asegurarse de que estuvieses bien, pero preferías que te viera en persona.

—Steve —lo llamaste cuando entró a la cafetería. Te sentías nerviosa, no sabías como él lo iba a tomar.

—¿Pasa algo? —cuestionó.

—Todo está bien, simplemente quiero ir a visitar a mi madre y como sabes es un lugar muy lejano —comentaste.

—Iré contigo —Steve dijo.

—¿Qué? ¿Por qué?

—Quiero conocer a la madre de la persona que amo y creo que ella también querría conocerme —Steve explicó mientras tomaba tu mano entre las suyas.

Sonreíste y asentiste, él tenía la razón, solo esperabas que tu madre estuviera feliz de también conocerlo, aunque probablemente ya sabía de su existencia.