You throw yourself dramatically on the bed, swearing you would die of horniness if Steve didn't find any condoms soon. "Steve!"
The thing nobody mentions about quarantine is the amount of sex you'll be having! Mainly because everyone was more focused on the military presence, the 'earthquake' that had split Hawkins in four and the the fact all of this had happened in your small town of Hawkins, Indiana.
But you'd been dealing with monsters, scary labs, rifts in the world and such for years that it became a dull noise in the back. Like a radio playing your least favourite song all the time, you learnt to drown it out.
You and Steve had learnt to make the best of it, together.
You'd never fucked so much in your life. Not when you were in high school, nor when you got out of it and you were sure Steve was the same. You simply just had so much time on your hands that sex was an enjoyable way to spend it. And the both of you made an agreement over a few beers (also smuggled in) that it was right. You both just worked so well. Knowing each other in the bed room could help outside to.
When you weren't planning crawls, or how to kill Vecna or at your silly little jobs at the radio tower, you were at Steve's house. It was made all the more easier with the fact his parents left Hawkins as soon as the ground rumbled. You effectively moved in with Steve with the amount you spent having sex or just talking.
You were naked on his bed, sheets rumpled and pillows on the floor from your past night of activities. You were watching Steve, just as bare, search desperately around his room for condoms.
"Shit, shit, shit!"
You groaned, head thrown back. "There's none, is there?"
"We can't have run out, there was a delivery a month ago," he said, knowing he'd been one of the first to the shops to get some boxes.
"Maybe there are others in Hawkins actually having sex!" you weren't all too surprised you'd ran out. You'd been at it almost every day, more than once a day.
Between stocking up on guns, grenades and bullets, you just hadn't been keeping stock of the condoms. Mistakes happen but when your mistakes were the one thing keeping Steve away from you, it felt like the end of the world.
Steve was desperate, heading out to his ensuite to search the cupboards and maybe peel up some floor boards while he was at it.
You laid on your back, already spent from the two orgasms you'd got from grinding on Steve's thigh and having his tongue in your pussy. But it was nothing like his cock driving inside of you, going so deep your whole body moved with his thrusts as you felt him in your stomach-
Shit, the thought of him had your fingers itching down to your core. You got yourself comfortable, slowly drawing circles along your clit.
"Empty!" Steve yelled from the bathroom. He walked out, groaning to himself before he spotted you and his expression fell. "Oh baby, baby, baby, I promise, gonna take such good care of you."
He fell to his knees like he was at the alter- the alter was you. He pulled your wrist away and kissed over your folds, flicking your clit once with his tongue.
Steve looked up at you from between your open thighs. Your finger lazily drew circles on your sternum. "We could, always go without."
"Steve, we can't," you said.
"I'll pull out in time, I promise."
You rolled your eyes playfully.
Slowly, at an agonising pace, Steve crept up your body, kissing over your stomach until he was leaning over you. You could feel the heat of your pussy drawing him in.
"I'll pull out, I'll be so good, I promise."
Steve may have been the one promising but you both knew there was a high chance he wouldn't. He struggled to control himself when he was wrapped, let alone without it. If condoms were hard to come by in this lock down, plan B was harder. Raising a kid in this environment? Impossible.
The two of you weren't even official! Exclusive to each other, yes but the titles hadn't been confirmed.
He leant over you, nudging your nose with his.
You smiled, all love and tender care. Your hand stilled over the beating of his heart. "We can't, honey."
Steve didn't flinch, he didn't react. There wasn't so much as a pout. Steve smiled and kissed you slow, laying his body against yours but careful to shift so not even his tip was grazing you.
He went back down your body, down the path he created, pausing at your stomach. He nipped at the skin and ran his tongue over the red mark he was slowly leaving.
You laughed, covering your face in your hands. If he continued on you might just have changed your mind.
Sensing that, Steve moved back, standing at the edge of the bed. His cock stirred to attention, still high on his stomach, ghosting the hairs that led to his happy trail.
He grabbed your legs and tugged you to the end of the bed. "For now, I guess I'll just have to make you cum other ways." He fell back down and flattened his tongue on you.
And Steve had many ways of making you cum.
The delivery arrived three weeks later. Which meant it had bene three weeks since the last time Steve had thrust inside of you- slow, fast, standing up, lying down, cowgirl, on the bed. Any way Steve and you had not been doing it. Instead it was hands, tongues, watching and learning each other in ways you hadn't before.
But you were both itching for it.
"What is wrong with you?" asked Robin, nudging her elbow with yours as you stood among the group ready to get your special delivery. "Seriously, you got ants in your pants or something?"
You looked at her. "I'll have you know I've got nothing in my pants."
Steve glanced at you from the other end of the line, smirking. Strictly speaking it was true, you'd had nothing in your pants for three weeks!
But you wouldn't tell Robin that. One) because she'd plug her fingers in her ears and dance away, insisting she was not listening and two) because she didn't know you and Steve were together. Nobody did.
Except El. Somehow she'd figured it out and you really didn't want to know if she'd been snooping around in your heads.
Nancy stood with Jonathon and Mike on the other side of you, Lucas joining up the end next to Steve.
Finally, Murray appeared, opening the end of his truck to the wonders inside. 'Santa Claus' you liked to call him.
"Well, well, well, the Calvary," he greeted, beard trimmed and glasses cleaned. Unlike him really. He started to chuck down sacks of gifts.
He unloaded crates... boxes, Nancy and Jonathan taking them. "Bullets... shelves... seriously you could take out half of Russia with this stuff, shoot wisely."
"Always do," said Nancy.
Murray pulled out bags of leafy greens. "Salad? Salad? Anyone order salad?" he looked from you to Steve, rather pointedly. Nobody claimed them.
You'd hoped he'd been discreet with the condoms but you hoped you wouldn't have to fish through spinach and lettuce to find them.
"Well good thing you didn't because- grenade!" like it was a playball, Murray threw a grenade into your hands. You caught it, carefully. "Grenade salad, ha ha!"
Any other day you might have gone along with it.
You threw it to Jonathon who was less graceful in catching it.
Steve crossed his arms over his chest, rocking on his heels and continuously glancing back down the row to you.
"Mor Gatorade for El.... Ego's for El.... batteries and-"
Murray whipped around, throwing at least five boxes at once of condoms to Steve.
He had no time to even catch them all as he fumbled with one, the rest falling at his feet.
"Oh my god," Lucas chuckled.
"Protection!" said Murray, jumping down from the truck. "Five boxes of twenty-four pack condoms."
Your face went up in a blaze of red as you stared dumb-founded. Usually Murray just hid them and gave them to Steve or put them out in the shops but gave them a tip off to when they'd be there. Never did he just announce to everyone that Steve was fucking!
"God, Steve," said Nancy as Steve rushed to grab them from the floor.
Robin laughed.
You cleared your throat. "Yeah, god, Steve."
Steve looked to you, helplessly.
"Oh no," said Murray, a mischief's glint in his eyes. His fingers went accusingly to Steve and to you. It was a like a spotlight raining down. "These two have been at it like bunnies for months!"
Steve spluttered and your jaw hung open.
"Wait- what?" said Mike.
"How'd you even know?" you gasped.
Murray was seemingly pleased with himself. You'd never even said. "Oh come on, the both of you requesting condoms? The fact you never stand together in the line and please, you're wearing his shirt."
You looked down and- you were. You hadn't even realised. You tug your jacket over it.
"If you're gonna try and be discreet about it, try harder," Murray advised.
"None of them had it figured out!" said Steve, gesturing down the line. A box slipped from his hands.
Lucas was smirking, Jonathon seemed confused, Mike was trying to figure out how.
"Wait, so you two-" said Nancy, standing in front of the both of you. It wasn't anger in her eyes, after all she had no claim for it. Her and Steve had been broken up for years and there was nothing there anymore.
Robin was giddy, grinning like it was all she'd asked for on Christmas. "I knew it!"
You turned to Steve. "You told her?"
"What- no!"
Robin turned and smacked him in the chest with excitement. "I knew it was her panties in your car, I knew it!"
"Oh my god." This was mortifying. If you ever wanted anyone to know you would have told them, sat them down in groups and broke it down. Not this way with your sex life being made public before they even knew it was serious.
"For how long?" asked Nancy.
"Well I found them three weeks ago but I'm pretty sure they were there the night before-"
Nancy's eyes screwed shut. "Not the panties, Robin."
"Can we all stop saying panties?" asked Steve with a blush at his cheeks.
"I meant how long has this been going on?"
The both of you hesitated but you both knew how long it has been going on. The date was marked in your head, the day everything in the world became bearable with Steve at your side.
"Like... six months," said Steve.
"Six months?" erupted Jonathon.
"I mean- wh- how?" asked Nancy.
Steve held up his hands- and the box of condoms. "Okay, really what is with all these questions?" he walked over to you, throwing his arm over your shoulder and dangling the box under you to your annoyance. "We're two consenting adults having fun, you're acting as if it's a crime."
His hip nudged yours and you snatched the box from his hands. It was absurd.
"Why didn't you say anything?" asked Robin.
"Because it's nobodies business but ours."
Jonathon shrugged. "It just weird. You've been sneaking around this whole time."
You lifted your shoulders in defence. "We haven't hurt anyone."
"Yeah but," said Robin, breaking off and looking back from Steve's car to the WSQK. "Where have you been doing it?"
Steve chuckled awkwardly. She'd just found two of the numerous frequent places.
"Oh, spare me!" yelled Murray, gaining everyone's attention again. "This teenage- soap opera digest is riveting but I have a truck load of goods that need un-loading for the army men steal all your presents so hurry up!"
Rather grumpily and clearly caring about the secrets shared, they all clamoured onto the van, taking what Murray gave them.
All but Steve who took your hand, pulling you over to the WSQK.
"Steve, what are you-"
"Shh, come on," he said, pulling you close into his body as you rushed around the building to the back.
You laughed as he flattened you to the wall in the shade, checking the others weren't missing you already. Your grabbed a hold of his jacket. "What are you doing?"
He looked at you, as if shocked that you hadn't worked it out yet. He held up the box of condoms. "You think I'm gonna let these go for a waste a minute more."
His pants were coming down quick.
But hey, it was only inside the WSQK Robin had warned about.
Arranged marriage prince! Steve who sneaks into his betrothed’s room to tell her he doesn’t want to get married, as there are rumors she feels the same. Why must he settle down as he has so much of the world he wants to see?? He hasn’t even been introduced to her yet but his family expects them to wed tomorrow!!!
When he walks in, the princess— you— is trying to run away out the window by tying bedsheets together. You are dangling frantically and grunting because you made it too short and even if you jump, you’d hurt yourself. Steve is smiling, leaning out the window looking at this maiden who is, oh so foolish.
“Shall I fetch a laundress for your plan or do you want me to use your own clothes? Perchance your wedding gown will do the trick, ” He calls down to you, cheekily.
Albeit, when you look up, the moonlight dances across your features and your eyes pierce his soul in a way no woman he’s ever known has done. And he’s known quite a bit of maidens. He is a young prince that has traveled a lot in his time, after all.
Hence, the reason his parents persistence for him to be married, as they’ve had enough of his immaturity (and the fear of a bastard child).
And Prince Harrington has always thought he has seen true beauty before. He believed he always knew what it meant to be a fair maiden, but that changed the second he laid eyes on you. Even when you’re looking up at him as if he’s the ugliest thing in the world.
You were more beautiful than any flower he’s laid eyes on. Any painting his mother spent a fortune on. Your skin looks like silk and your eyes look like stars.
And perhaps there is such thing as love at first sight. Maybe it’s because he fell in love with you that he uses his strength to lower the makeshift rope so you can land safely. You give him one last look, your face still unsure of what to make of him.
He flashes you a toothy smile and a wink before you turn around and sprint off. He perches his elbow on the windowsill. His hand under his chin as he watches your figure disappear into the night. He chuckles to himself because he forgot to warn you that Sir Edward, one of his father’s knights, was patrolling this wing because your parents warned your parents you might attempt at something like this.
And perhaps marriage isn’t so bad when he can wake up to the world lying right next to him.
Summary: You overhear something you weren’t meant to hear.
Warnings: Angst, Language, Fluff,
Word Count: 2.1k
A/n: wrote this one a year ago teehee but I LOVE this kinda shit I live for it. hope y’all enjoy
~*~
“So things are going well, then?”
You shouldn’t be eavesdropping, you really shouldn’t. It was an accident.
You had approached the bathroom door to ask Steve for a towel, not wanting to drip water all over the carpeted hallway, when you heard him and Bucky talking.
The bathroom fan is on, drowning out the sound of you stepping closer to the wood.
“Well, yeah, I guess so. I mean... I guess.”
You frown.
You thought things were going great.
“What? What’s wrong?”
Steve lets out a heavy sigh and glances at the bathroom door then slightly lowers his voice, but you can still hear him clearly.
“She just... she’s real needy, Buck. She’s physically clingy, always sitting by me or on me and holding my hand and stuff... and she never leaves me alone when I’m out on assignments. I’m just... I need some space.”
Your heart stumbles in your chest for a moment before beating twice as hard, each beat smashing against pins and needles and sending pain radiating through your chest.
Too needy.
Steve thinks you’re too needy.
This is how it started with Jeremy.
You were too clingy.
Slowly, you back away from the bathroom door and slide down the wall, shivering at the wet droplets clinging to your skin, then put your face in your hands.
Steve won’t be like Jeremy. He can’t.
Everything will be fine, you just need to give him space.
You can almost hear Jeremy’s voice in your head, whispering words that he’d repeat when you were with him. But maybe he was right.
Just because you like being physical and spending time with him doesn’t mean he wants that too. You haven't even taken his wants into consideration.
A knock on the bathroom door startles your face out of your hands and you flip your head up, looking at the door with wide eyes.
“Honey? I’m just gonna go grab some drinks with Bucky and Sam. I’ve got my phone and I shouldn’t be home too late.”
You take a deep breath and nod even though he can’t see you.
“Okay, have fun!”
Your voice is a little duller than usual, a little less lively, but Steve chalks it up to the fan distorting your voice.
You stay rooted in place on the bathroom floor, knees hugged up to your chest, for hours.
You’re not sure why, whether it’s out of fear that he won’t come back or that he’ll be waiting out there to break up with you, but you’re terrified.
Eventually, after the chills have sunk into your soul and shivers are shaking your bones, you leave the bathroom and get dressed.
Usually, you’d put on a pair of panties and one of Steve’s shirts, but you can’t bring yourself to touch his stuff after what you heard.
You pull on a tank top and a sweater and your fuzziest socks, hoping to chase away the cold, though it feels like it’s here to stay.
The apartment seems so empty without him there, and you yearn to check up on him and make sure he’s okay, but you don’t go near your phone.
He’s a grown man and he can take care of himself.
You barricade yourself in the bedroom, cuddled up under the blankets and holding one of your pillows to your chest as you watch reruns of Golden Girls.
You fall asleep before he gets home, though you’re awoken by the sound of the door opening.
Instead of perking up and meeting him like you usually would, you stay in bed, pillow hugged to your chest and eyes shut.
He’s stealthy as he joins you in bed, sliding in behind you and wrapping an arm around your waist.
It takes everything in you not to shake his arm off.
As he leans forward and presses a kiss to the back of your neck, a tear slides down your temple and buries itself in the pillows.
~*~
Steve’s confused at your sudden change in behaviour, constantly checking his phone for texts from you and missing your touch when he sits on the couch reading a report.
You’re standing in the kitchen a few days later, talking softly to Yelena and Wanda while Bucky, Natasha, Sam and Steve all sit on the couches in your living room.
The two women lead the way into the living room and you follow them, not stopping your conversation as you take a seat between the two of them.
Steve’s eyes are focused on you, waiting for you to look at him, to realize that you’re not sitting in the right spot and that you should be closer to him, but you never do.
You stay engaged in your conversation, laughing at something Yelena says before turning your attention to Wanda.
Bucky watches curiously as Steve balls his hands into fists then turns back to the conversation he was having, his voice slightly more strained than before.
“Isn’t this what you wanted?” Bucky asks later that evening after almost everyone else has gone home.
You’re already in bed, oblivious to the conversation they’re having.
“I thought it was, but not cold turkey. She hardly texts me unless I text first, she doesn't kiss me goodbye anymore, and she hasn’t sat beside me once in the past week.”
Bucky shrugs, “you’re the one who said she was too clingy.”
Steve knows.
He fucking knows.
And maybe he’ll like it, but first, he needs to get to the bottom of why you’ve switched so quickly.
After bidding Bucky goodbye, Steve joins you in the bedroom, climbing into bed beside you and rolling onto his side to watch you.
Your attention is focused on the TV as if he isn’t in bed with you at all.
When he opens his mouth to speak, you reach over and turn off the lamp on the nightstand, then turn off the TV.
You don’t do it on purpose, but he doesn't say anything.
“Goodnight,” you whisper, turning onto your back and facing away from him.
He stares at you in shock.
The past couple of nights he’s come into bed after you’ve been asleep, but tonight he was sure you’d cuddle up against him like you usually do.
“Goodnight. I love you,” he murmurs, heart racing in his chest as he waits for your reply.
“I love you too.”
There it is.
It settles his heart a tiny bit to hear you whisper the words, but he’s still confused by your actions.
You always cuddle up to him.
Always.
Every night that he’s been home for the past year.
And now you’re not even wearing his clothes to bed.
He can’t sleep at all that night, too focused on how strange you’ve been acting and how much he fucking hates it.
And then it dawns on him.
You must’ve heard him talking to Bucky.
That’s the only explanation.
His heart hurts in his chest and guilt floods his body. He tosses his head back against the pillows and squeezes his eyes shut, hating himself for ever speaking those stupid words.
He was just having a bad week. He was overwhelmed with work and briefings and then you were always by his side.
It was too much.
And now you’re doing everything in your power to distance yourself from him.
You’re lying in the same bed but you’ve never been further away.
Sure, he can feel the heat radiating off of your body, but you may as well be a thousand miles away.
The guilt wells up in his eyes and slips down his cheeks as he rolls onto his side and pulls you against his body, burying his face in your hair.
Fuck, he feels terrible.
All night he thinks about how much you do for him, how much you love him and everything you’ve given to him and sacrificed for him. And he couldn’t even appreciate you properly. No, he had to go and run his mouth about bullshit that he didn’t even mean.
He has to make this right.
He will.
He just has no idea where to start.
~*~
When you wake up the next morning there’s a strong arm secured around your waist.
You’re so used to waking up alone that you can’t help but cuddle into it. That is, until you remember his complaints.
Shifting as slowly as you can, you try to slip out of his grip, but he only wraps his arm around you tighter.
“You’re leaving?” He asks into your hair, his voice groggy.
You swallow hard and clear your throat.
“Bathroom,” is all you manage to whisper.
He lets out a heavy sigh but slowly unwinds his arm from around your waist.
“You’re gonna come back after, right?” He asks, his voice soft.
You hesitate before getting up, unsure of what to say.
Are you?
You don’t particularly want to.
Well, that’s not true. You want to, more than anything, but you don’t want to overwhelm him and smother him with your clingy nature.
“Do you want me to?” You end up asking, glancing over at him.
He slowly opens his eyes, sadness filling them, and you regret asking.
“Honey... what I said the other day... to Buck... I wasn’t thinking, sweetheart. I don’t think you’re too clingy, not at all. I think you’re perfect for me and the way that things have been lately… All the distance between us? It’s been unbearable. I hate it. I didn’t know what changed at first but... I’m sorry.”
Your heart is in your throat at the fact that he knows you heard what he said.
“I didn't mean to eavesdrop, I’m sorry,” you whisper, pushing into a seated position to get off the bed.
“Honey, wait. Please. Please, don’t go. I miss you. So damn much. All I want is for things to go back to the way they were. And... I know that will probably take time, but I just miss you so fucking much.”
Tears prickle at your eyes and you sniffle, refusing to look at him.
“I didn’t mean to be clingy. I know... I know I can be a lot. It’s one of the issues Jeremy and I had. I can give you space, Steve.”
His heart cracks and he sits up behind you, one hand finding your lower back in an attempt to get closer to you.
“Sweetheart, I don’t want space. You’ve given me space and it’s been the worst experience of my life. I just want you back. I want to hold your hand and kiss you and talk to you and be near you. I love you and you... you make me feel important. You make me feel loved.”
He has to fight his own tears as he speaks, and you sit silently in front of him, eyes focused on the carpet.
“For so much of my life, I felt alone, besides Bucky. I felt like I had no one and no one would love me. And then I went under and I woke up and... everything was different. I was a man out of time. I never thought I would ever have found someone who loves me as wholly as you do. And I’m sorry for ever making you feel like you need to change yourself.”
His arms wind around you and he pulls your back against his chest, slowly rocking you from side to side as you sniffle.
“You are everything I have ever wanted and more, sweetheart. I love you for everything you are and everything you do, and I’m so damn sorry I ever made you feel like you were too clingy. You’re perfect for me. Sometimes I think that you’re the reason why I survived it all. Was so that I could find you. You’re it for me.”
His words help to heal the wounds he caused, but what really does it is the meaning behind it. The love he’s pouring into every syllable he speaks is powerful enough for you to feel without even trying.
You know he regrets what he said. But, more importantly, you know he’s not Jeremy.
Steve loves you.
Slowly, you turn in his arms and look up at him, and his heart breaks even more when he sees the tears on your cheeks.
“If I’m ever too much, you gotta promise to let me know, okay?” You whisper.
He huffs out a weak laugh and shakes his head, squeezing you to his chest.
“You are never too much for me. You’re everything I could ever want or need and so much more. You’re perfect for me. And I’m gonna try my hardest to be good enough for you because I love you. I love you with my whole heart and soul.”
“I love you too, Steve,” you whisper, burying your face in his shoulder as he hugs you tightly.
And there on the bed in the dim morning light, Steve clings to you.
He clings to you like you’re his lifeline, like you’re the energy that keeps him going.
He clings to you, and he doesn’t plan on stopping anytime soon.
A/N: Hello my lovelies! Welcome to my first stranger things Oneshot, sorry if I didn't get the character writing exactly right once I get used to writing for these characters I'll probably get better at that characterization. This was also supposed to be way longer than it actually was, but I cut off half of it and am most likely just going to make a part 2 for this. If y'all want a part 2 that is. Anyway, I hope you enjoy and as usual, all likes, comments, reblogs, and follows are welcome and greatly appreciated. Happy reading!
Requested: No
Warnings: the reader gets hit by a car, takes place when nancy dumped steve, canonical inaccuracies.
Word count: 4,305
I yawned opening my eyes slowly as my dog whined into my ear pawing at my arm softly. "what, what I'm up I'm up" I told her giving her a pat on the head, to which she responded with enthusiastic tail wagging and a happy spin. I sat up on the couch where I had apparently fallen asleep, my gaze shifted from my dog to the tv where the ending scene for Grease was playing. I looked back at my German Sheppard who had sat herself next to my feet and was gazing up at me. "What? What do you want? Huh, baby?" I asked her taking her head into my hands, "you want some food?" I watched her ears perk up at the question and smiled, "and then what about a nice long walk?" She gave a bark at that and I looked at the clock, only 1 pm I could spare time for a long walk. Getting up off the couch I hit rewind to rewind the tape in the player and headed off to the kitchen to get my dog some food. She followed happily and barely let me move out the way of her bowl before diving into her food. I laughed returning to the living room and taking the VHS out of the player and putting it back in the case. Wandering off to my room I changed into some more comfortable walking clothes while waiting for (d/n) to finish eating. Her excited yips coming up the stairs alerted me she was done and she wanted her walk now. Putting my shoes on, I watched as (d/n) pushed my bedroom door open with her nose. "Okay okay, I'm coming!" I grabbed my walkman and my favorite tape and ushered her out of my room. "c'mon girl let's go" I patted my thigh and she came bounding towards me. I quickly grabbed her leash and hooked her up before locking the front door behind me. "all right (d/n) where to?" Her only response was taking off down the street insistently pulling me along behind her. I gave a gentle tug on her leash to signal she knows she's not supposed to pull and waved to my neighbor.
"Hi Mrs. Turnpike" I yelled to the elderly lady knitting on her porch, she looked up from her knitting and smiled at me.
"Oh hello (y/n) dear, how are you?" She asked loudly with a smile.
"I'm good just taking (d/n) out for a walk, how about yourself?" I asked politely, stopping to face her.
"oh you know how it is, suns out but I'm still old" She shrugged and I laughed, "you have a good walk dearie, be careful!" She warned
"I will, Mrs. Turnpike, see you later" I replied as (d/n) started pulling me again. Down the road and towards the school before she completely turned around and headed towards the woods. I put my headphones on and hit play on my tape music filling my ears as I followed after (d/n). I hummed along to the song playing as (d/n) turned off the main road and onto a side road in the direction of the deeper woods. I didn't mind walking through these parts since it was still pretty light outside. We walked down the side road for a while before (d/n) got spooked and bolted pulling the leash out of my hand and running into the trees. I yelled her name to get her to come back and turned around to see what had scared her but was met with a loud screech of tires, a thump, and pain flaring in my body before I descended into darkness.
When I finally came to I heard a panicked voice trying to coax me awake.
"shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, hey wake up, please wake up, please don't be dead, Jesus Christ, I'm so sorry, please don't be dead" It was the voice of a man speaking frantically and much too quick for my groggy brain. "hey open your eyes, please open your eyes," the man said and I obliged. My eyelids felt heavy and I was suddenly aware of how bad my body hurt. "oh thank god, that's it eyes open c'mon" he kept talking and the world came into focus. I tried to sit up but pain exploded along my torso and I groaned.
"Ow" I groaned wincing, and I looked at the man he was handsome, but he pushed me back so I was laying down.
"no, no don't try and sit up, you're hurt, shit I'm so sorry," He told me in a much calmer tone than before.
"Yeah, I realize that Christ my head hurts" I replied laying my head back down on the ground, but was met with the man's hand on the back of my head to soften it. "What happened?" I asked closing my eyes again and trying to ignore the pounding in my head.
The man cleared his throat before responding "I uh, may have accidentally hit you with my car" he mumbled sheepishly "I mean thankfully I wasn't going fast enough to kill you right?" He gave a nervous laugh and cleared his throat again "I was able to stop before then so, and I don't think you have any broken bones? Nothing looks out of place. Anything feel wrong?"
"Yeah I just got hit by a car" I responded sharply as I brought my arm up to cover my eyes.
"Good point" he responded "I shou-"
"MY DOG WHERES MY DOG" I interrupted him quickly. And ignoring all my brain's signals to stop moving tried to sit up. "I was walking my dog where is she?" I asked
"Woah Woah Woah careful," he said placing his hand on my back to help me sit up. "I don't know where your dog went but I sent my friend to find him." He explained as I held my aching head.
"Her, her name is (d/n) and she won't follow your friend if she's never met them" I explained "I have to find her" I tried standing up only to have my knees buckle below me and the man rush to support me.
"I told you careful, Jesus Christ, okay uh well you obviously need to get to a hospital, you're in no shape to go looking for your dog in the woods" he responded turning his head to look towards the trees. He gave a shrill and very loud whistle "Dustin!" I cringed his yell only amplifying my headache.
"Ow my ears" I complained and his head turned back towards me quickly.
"Shit sorry" he responded as someone who I assumed was his friend 'Dustin ' came stomping through the trees grumbling.
"Steve we don't have fucking time for this!" He grumbled before noticing me being held up by the man who I now knew was Steve.
"Dustin yes we do have time for this! I just hit her with my fucking car, dart and your stupid code red can wait!" Steve argued back to the boy who huffed.
"Well I couldn't find the dog" he responded talking mainly to Steve but making brief eye contact with me as well.
"Yeah, I figured" I interjected, "she's a smart dog, but she won't have gone far" I responded clinging to Steve tighter to support myself as I tried to step forward wincing and risking a glance down at the side of my leg I saw it was all scraped up and bleeding. Looking at my arm I saw it was the same way, most likely from when I hit the ground. Placing my hand on my side I took a deep breath before trying to take another step toward the trees.
"No, no, absolutely not," Steve said, holding me back from walking any further with his support.
"I'm fine, I have to find (d/n)" I mumbled, to Steve who stood shaking his head.
"Fine but you're not taking another step, we'll find your dog, I promise" He sounded sincere enough for me to trust him, so I nodded my agreement. "alright you said your dog's name was (d/n)?" He asked. I nodded yes. "okay will she come if you yell for her?"
"If she's close enough she might" I was hesitant with my reply, mainly worrying about how far away she is.
"Okay um, well try calling for her a couple of times, see if my first aide kit is in my car" Steve ordered keeping his attention on me.
"(D/N)! C'mere girl!" I yelled trying to ignore how it made my head pound. "(D/N!) C'mere!" I shouted again giving a whistle as well.
"alright don't strain yourself" Steve glanced around the surrounding trees to see if she came running through the trees. "Dustin got that first aide kit?" He asked briefly turning away from me to look at his friend. The boy grumbled again and shut the trunk, walking back towards us with a big first aide kit in his hand. "excellent, alright uh, um, um what's your, uh what's your name?" He asked hesitantly, helping me up to sit on the hood of his car.
"(Y/n)" I replied watching him grab the first aide kit from Dustin. I decided to call for (d/n) again. Whistling loudly "(d/n), c'mere girl!" I looked around the trees while Dustin glared holes into the back of Steve's head, Steve on the other hand was focused only on me. He cleaned the scrapes on my arms and legs apologizing when I hissed at the burning. After he made sure all the blood was off and my wounds wouldn't get infected, he took my hand and stretched my arm out so he could wrap it up. Under any other circumstances, I would've blushed at the proximity to a cute guy, and thrown up at the thought of being taken care of by one, but I was too worried about finding my dog to let my brain fully divulge in that scenario.
"Jesus christ Steve will you hurry up, what about a code red situation do you not understand" Dustin grumbled walking closer to us to see what he was doing.
"Dustin shut up, (y/n) call for your dog again" Steve responded ignoring Dustin's previous comment, as I once again called for my dog. We settled back into silence, well as silent as we could be with Dustin grumbling about wasting precious time, as Steve started wrapping up my leg as well.
"So what's this code red?" I asked curiously, watching the boys pass a look to each other.
"oh it's nothing, nothing at all" Dustin assured me hurriedly, while Steve rolled his eyes at the boy. And gave the rest of me a once over to make sure I didn't have any more open wounds. "you should, uh call for your dog again..." Dustin continued making his way over to the passenger seat.
"(D/N)" I yelled again knowing it was probably useless, "if she hasn't come by now after hearing me yell for her I don't think she's nearby," I said with a frown. Steve hums in agreement as he presses the back of his hand to my forehead.
"Jesus Steve, you gonna kiss her better too? hurry the hell up!" Dustin said impatiently, I chuckled at Dustin's comment and looked up at Steve questioningly and he stared back for a moment, before clearing his throat, pulling his hand away, and looking away from my face, mumbling something. I was sure my eyes were playing tricks on me but I could have sworn I saw a faint blush on his cheeks. Dustin came back around to the front of the car and smacked steve on the shoulder.
"I'm gonna try calling for (d/n) one more time" I warned and they both nodded turning their attention to the woods. "(D/n)! Come here, please. (D/n)!" And that's when we heard it the most beautiful sound I have ever heard, the excited yips of my dog. I looked at the boys my face lighting up and I hopped off the car completely forgetting how sore I was, and almost fell to the floor, once again ending up being held up by Steve. "Nice catch," I said to Steve before immediately turning my attention back to calling my dog, "(D/n!)" I called and once again heard her barks closer this time.
"They came from there I think," Dustin remarked pointing in the direction we heard the barks from. I continued calling her moving forward towards her barks Steve not letting go of me for a second. It was only a few minutes later that we saw her come jumping through the bushes and trees. I sighed in relief, smiling when she ran up to me tail wagging and licking my ankles, before noticing the strangers at my side and becoming wary of our company, standing to face the strangers with her fur raised.
"It's okay (D/n) you can say hi," I said as Dustin kneeled down in front of her holding out his hand, she crept towards him sniffing his hand before letting him pet her, then turning her attention to steve she sniffed him before her tail started wagging and she pawed at his pant leg, circling around the three of us excitedly before Dustin picked up her leash and handed it to me.
"Alright well it's been a pleasure, but we have to get going" He spoke to me and gave Steve a pointed look.
"Dustin man we can't just leave her here in the middle of nowhere" Steve frowned at the younger boy, who let out an exasperated sigh.
"But we-her-Dart-code red- i- ughhhhh" He gave in eventually, "okay well where do we take her?" Dustin asked as if I couldn't hear them anymore.
"uhh, maybe my house?" I responded bluntly.
"you have someone there that can take care of you?" Steve asked concerned.
"uhh well, my dad works until late so he won't be home for a while" I explained pausing.
"and your mom?" Dustin questioned impatiently.
"Well, she uh passed away..." I responded slowly, and both their jaws dropped, as they started mumbling apologies, which I only waved away. 'no no it's fine it was a while ago" I replied.
"Okay well, um you okay with going to the hospital?" Steve asked.
"No no no no no no" Dustin interjected, "that'll take way too long Steve, how many times do I have to say CoDe RED."
"Okay fine then she comes with us Dustin cause I'm not gonna leave her alone, just cause you have a code red" Steve responded starting to get angry.
"god damnit Steve fine" Dustin responded with a glare thrown towards me, and Steve started pulling me back to the car, my dog following happily along behind us. Steve eased me into the passengers seat, I picked up a bouquet of roses off the seat and smelled them. Steve gave the flowers a pained look so I put them in the backseat. Dustin protested greatly to having to sit in the backseat, until (d/n) climbed onto the seat next to him, and laid her head across his lap. He begrudgingly started petting her. I quickly fell asleep and only awoke to steve shaking me telling me that we arrived, at apparently Dustin's house.
"alright Steve get your bat," Dustin said casually getting out of the car and instructing (D/n) to stay in the car. I looked at Dustin questioningly, then gave an Identical look to Steve who shrugged sheepishly and got out, and went to his trunk. I also climbed out of the car, leaning against it to gain some balance, unsupported. Steve huffed at me but I waved him away as Dustin led us around the back of his house, I limped after the boys, Steve walking extra slow to keep an eye on me while swinging his bat casually. We got to the back of Dustin's house in one piece, and he pointed steve towards the cellar door. "He's in there Steve, you need to kill it"
"I'm sorry what?!?!?" I screeched, moving a couple of steps back only then noticing the end of Steves bat was covered in nails. Dustin glanced at me, as Steve opened the doors prepared to swing at whatever was down there. Dustin came to stand in front of me in an almost protective stance, as I stared at both boys horrified, but unable to leave. Steve stepped further into the cellar keeping his bat at the ready as he looked around.
"Holy shit" we heard Steve say from in the cellar.
"what? what is it," Dustin asked.
"he's not down here, but something else is" Steve replied, as Dustin hurried down the steps to see what Steve was talking about, and against my better Judgement I followed behind him. At a much slower pace of course, when I got down there my hand flew to my mouth in shock, dangling from the end of Steve's baseball bat was what looked like the shedded skin of a giant lizard.
"what the fuck is that!" I said loudly backing up away from steve and his bat, I was ignored by both boys as they spoke amongst themselves.
"He molted again," Dustin told steve touching the gross skin, Steve hummed in agreement making a face when Dustin touched the skin.
"and look Dustin, now we know why he's not down here" Steve pointed to a giant hole in the wall, a tunnel that led somewhere off in the distance, barely big enough for a large dog to fit in.
"We gotta find him before he grows any bigger" Dustin looked at Steve and Steve nodded in agreement tossing the skin into a corner of the room and wiping the nails of his bat dry.
"Can one of you please tell me what's going on? What the hell is that skin from, who are you trying to kill?" I spoke quietly but frantically my voice hoarse and on the verge of tears. Steve gave Dustin his bat and hurried to my side rubbing my back, to calm me down. The boys looked at each other and had what seemed like a silent conversation with each other, this went on for a little while before I stepped away from Steve's hold and faced the boys. "If you guys don't tell me what's going on and who you're trying to kill I'll have no choice but to go to the police," I told them my voice wobbly from tears. Steve gave Dustin a pointed look at this, and Dustin threw his hands in the air.
"Fine fine go ahead and tell her, I don't care" Dustin moved over to the tunnel in the wall while Steve took my arm and sat me down on a bench.
"Okay so everything I'm about to tell you is going to sound insane, but it's all true, I swear on my incredibly good hair" He started and I nodded slowly.
Steve took his sweet time explaining everything to me, with Dustin occasionally jumping in with details that Steve didn't completely know about, and together they filled me in on the whole unbelievable story, starting from when Dustin's friend Will disappeared, to them finding the girl with superpowers, to the weird lab, to the other dimension and all its monsters, until this very moment, sitting in Dustin's Cellar, looking for a monster dog thing named Dart that ate Dustin's cat.
"This is fucking insane and unbelievable, and completely crazy you guys know that right? I don't 100% believe you but that skin is not from any creature I've ever seen so your story may have some truth to it" I stood up and started pacing, back and forth both boys keeping their eyes on me expectantly. "I can't believe I'm saying this but Fuck it, I believe you guys." The boys' faces lit up at this and I cut them off "but BUT if I find out that this was just one elaborate prank I will let (D/n) bite you guys, and rip you limb from limb do you understand me" my eyes flickered between both boys and they nodded solemnly. "Good, glad we're clear on that, now... how do we find Dart? That's his name right?" Dustin nodded as Steve stood up and brought our attention to him.
"oh no no no no sweetheart you are not going anywhere or finding anything," Steve said stepping towards me and looking down at me, Dustin and I stared at each other and then back at Steve flabbergasted.
"what do you mean? You can't just tell me all that information and expect me not to want to join in on the hunt!" I replied and Dustin sprung up from his chair and came to stand next to me signifying he was on my side.
"no no, I'm not letting you get hit by a car and fight some monsters within the same day." Steve said crossing his arms.
"Steve we really do need all the help we can get with fighting these things" Dustin pointed out helpfully
"yeah, yeah, I bet you do, plus you guys already lost this guy once which proves how exceptionally bad you are at this."
"nu-uh don't rope me in with him, HE put this thing in his cellar, and HE lost it and dragged me to come to clean up his mess, I was just trying to give flowers t-" he paused and gave me a quick glance before cutting himself off "what I was doing isn't important, point is its HIS fault" Steve replied jabbing Dustin in the chest.
"ow hey, I tried," Dustin said sheepishly, and I threw my arm around the young boy and squeezed his shoulder.
"yeah STEVE he's just a kid! you expect him to fight these things on his own" I said defensively, to which Dustin nodded.
"I what I uh FINE FINE you can come with us, but if you die don't blame me!" Steve sighed as Dustin and I cheered. "So how are we gonna find Dart?" Steve asked and we stood in contemplative silence for a minute, until Dustin spoke up.
"hey (y/n) how good at tracking is your dog?" Dustin asked glancing toward the molten skin.
"I'd say probably pretty good, she's a german Sheppard and the police use them to detect stuff all the time so. I mean she's never been properly trained to track stuff but I can try to give her some basic commands." I said with a shrug, as a devilish grin spread across Dustin's face.
"Perfect, steve go get her" Dustin ordered and Steve marched off to get my dog from his car.
"Guys come on up!" Steve shouted and I slowly made my way up the stairs while Dustin went to get Dart's shedded skin. Exiting the Cellar I realized how dark it was.
"I'm not taking (d/n) into the woods when it's dark just telling you now, especially now that I know there are monsters on the loose," I told them straight out, and Steve leaned against his car as Dustin shoved darts old skin in a bucket.
"But we have to find Dart!" Dustin protested looking to steve for backup, but Steve put his hands up.
"I agree with her Dustin, it's too late and too dangerous to be out in the woods at night looking for Dart, plus (y/n) should rest a little, and you should too. Go inside, go to bed I'll pick you up tomorrow and we'll come up with a plan." Steve ordered pointing to Dustin's front door, and Dustin turned around trudging towards the door slowly. I turned to Steve nervously.
"So want me to take you home for the night?" Steve asked as I moved towards him leaning up against his car next to him. I was quiet for a moment, as I looked over my wrapped arm and leg. so Steve turned to look at me "(Y/n)?" I brought myself back to focus and answered.
"I don't really think I want my dad seeing me like this in the morning, 'cause then he'll start asking a bunch of questions and stuff. If I can get to a phone though I can call a friend and stay at their house tonight" I responded reaching through the open window to pet (d/n) Steve nodded and stayed silent for a moment, before speaking.
"You uh, you could just spend the night at my place if you want?" He asked looking away from me. "I mean you totally don't have to or whatever but like the offer is there." He rushed the words out, his voice faltering towards the end of his sentence.
"I mean sure, but won't your parents mind the intrusion," I asked keeping my eyes on my feet.
He laughed dryly "ha I doubt they're even home, the place is pretty much empty most days except for me"
"oh, I'm sorry" I patted his arm gently and (d/n) gave his elbow a small kiss, which made him smile.
"Nah Nah not your fault, so have you made your decision?" he asked "wanna spend the night at the old casa de Harrington" He joked lightly.
"sure why not" I gave him a small smile, as he pushed himself off the side of the car and walked around to the driver's seat, I climbed into the passenger's seat and gave a quick glance back at Dustin's house, where I saw him peeking at us through his blinds. I laughed and gave him a small wave and he closed the blinds as Steve drove off.
--To be continued?--
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Paring: husband!Steve x wife!pregnant!Avenger!reader
Warning: crying, little fluff and some angst.
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With the fear of a deadly war brewing, you were sat with your loving husband, Steve Rogers. You were cuddled against him, your back on his chest, both his arms wrapped tightly around you, both of his hands gently stroking your now eight month pregnant belly.
“When i married you, I promised I’d give you peace … love … safety … we’ve been on the run for almost three years. I’ve … ive failed you. Both of you,” Steve said, tearfully, nuzzling into your head.
“Shush. No. You haven’t,” you said as you gently took your hand away from his and gently stroked his beard.
“Y/N -“ Steve said tearfully as he lovingly lent into your touch.
“You listen to me Steven Grant Rogers,” you said firmly, struggling a little as you sat up to look at him. “I married you because I love you. Whatever happens, whatever is going to happen, we’re going to get through it together. Together. You and me against the world, okay?” You said, looking into his blue eyes.
“God I really love you,” Steve sighed gratefully, he lent into you, your foreheads touching.
“I love you too,” you said softly as with one hand on your cheek, Steve gently placed another on your belly, rubbing it gently. “Oh. Bub kicked,” you said giggling as you felt your baby kick.
“Someone jealous?” Steve said lovingly, looking down at your stomach. You giggled.
“I think they want attention from their papa,” you giggled.
“I’m sorry bub,” Steve giggled, he gently kissed your stomach, you smiled. “I love you too. You’ve already got me and your mom wrapped around your finger, haven’t you?” He said softly to your stomach.
You smiled.
“I gotta pee,” you whined standing up, “the baby thinks my bladder is a chew toy,” you said as Steve helped you up.
“Not long now, sweets,” Steve said happily as you smiled at him as you went into the bathroom.
——
“I’ve been drafted,” Steve said one rainy afternoon, his face grim.
“….no. Don’t say it like that. If you say it like that it sounds like a war,” you said tearfully, looking at your husband.
“…Y/N. You and I both know it is going to be a war,” Steve said tearfully.
“Don’t. Please. I can’t ….” Your voice cracked as you looked down at your belly.
“Hey. I’m coming home to both of you. I promise. I’ll only be in Wakanda,” Steve said gently, one hand stroking your cheek and the other stroking your belly.
“….that’s far away. Like ten hours,” you choked.
“Hey. Im coming home to you both. I promise,” Steve said gently, brushing a tear away with his thumb.
“Be careful. Please please please don’t die,” you pleaded as you two shared a kiss acting like it might be your last.
“Im coming home to my family. You have my word,” Steve said gently.
You couldn’t say anything, tears blurred your vision as you took in your husband.
“Don’t answer the door to anyone, Y/N. Don’t trust anyone while I’m gone, okay? Stay safe. I love you. Both of you,” Steve said gently, he kissed you then your stomach.
“Please, stay alive. We love you. We need you,” you sobbed as Steve reluctantly pulled away from you.
He took one last look at you. Memorising every single detail of you. He gave you a brave smile then left. You stood there for god knows how long.
You are an Avenger, one of the best. But due to you being pregnant, you took time off, not wanting to hurt your baby. You stood there, in front of the door, cradling your bump, crying hard.
——
“Steve?” Bucky said as he turned to dust.
Steve stood there as he watched his best friend vanish into thin air. He turned to Thor, Thor looked at him.
“I’ve gotta get home,” Steve said, his mind suddenly thinking of you.
Thor nodded. Steve ran to the quinjet, and started it up.
“Please please please be alive. Please be okay,” Steve pleaded as he flew.
Once he landed, he ran out of the quinjet and ran all the way to yours and his apartment. He took two steps at a time, running to you. Praying for your safety.
He threw the door open, when he didn’t see you straight away, his heart sank. He ran to your shared room, empty. The bathroom, empty. Living room … empty.
“N-no,” Steve whimpered, he stumbled back.
When all hope seemed lost, he heard your voice.
“St-Steve?” You choked.
Steve stared at you. You were standing in the doorway, you had gone for a walk to calm your nerves when all of a sudden, all around you people were turning to dust.
“Oh my god. You’re okay. You’re okay,” Steve cried, scooping you up in his arms.
You threw your arms around him hugging him tightly. You felt tears on your shoulder.
“Oh thank god. You’re alive. I thought when I couldn’t get hold of you … you…” you cried, hugging him tightly.
“My god you’re okay,” Steve said, kissing your neck, cheekbone then your lips.
“Stevie, what happened, baby? Wh…” you sobbed as your foreheads touched.
“I lost Buck,” Steve sobbed.
“Oh, Steve … I’m …” you choked.
“I can…can’t lose him again, sweets. I promised I wouldn’t,” Steve choked.
“Shush, now, baby. It’s okay. You’ll find a way to bring him and everyone else back,” you said gently, brushing a tear away with your thumb as he gently placed one of his hands on your bump.
Steve stared at you.
“Cry, baby. Just cry. You don’t have to be strong anymore,” you said gently.
Steve then fell onto you and hugged you tightly. He cried. You held him close, kissing the side of his head every so often, rubbing his back. Steve had you. He had you and your unborn baby. It was going to be okay for now.
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"No, Steve you weave over not under, it's easier that way."
"It's easier for you, how can you be sure that this way isn't easier for me?"
"Well let's see, the fact that you keep starting over, or that anytime you get halfway done the hair falls from your hands."
"I'm doing just fine."
"You'll wake him."
Steve, bucky, and you had the ever seldom day off, and a lazy day is just what you all needed. Bucky had long since fallen asleep in Steve's lap- knowing he'd never agree while awake you were trying to teach Steve how to braid his hair. Emphasis on trying.
"I'm just saying you wanted to learn and you won't even listen to advice."
"It would be easier to process if you didn't repeat it every three seconds."
"It would be easier if the two of you just shut up." The brunette man groaned out, voice drenched with exhaustion.
"How long have you been awake."
"I was a weapon of mass destruction I woke up the second you started pulling on my hair to show em'."
"Bucky. That was like an hour ago."
"Listening to you two struggle is fun."
"Fuck you."
The three of you walk into the mission bay, Steve suited up in regular armor, yourself in combat clothing that was enough to keep you safe without any worries but nothing as intense as the suits, none of the other avengers paid you any mind until Bucky came jogging into the hanger bay.
His hair adorned with braids stemming from the crown of his head, on one side they seemed to be more put together, experienced- yet the other had character of its own, fly always and baby hair poking through the sectioned bits, yet still secure none the less, each side connects in the back to a small secure bun.
"Whoa! Barnes, what happened to your head?"
"Whaddaya' mean?"
"All the' Clint motions to his own head franticly tapping his fingers mimicking the shapes "y'know. That."
"Thing 1, and Thing 2 made a bet."
"A bet?"
"We wanted to see what would be better, going over then under, or under than over."
The team nods in a sort of understanding. Then Thor's voice breaks the silence.
"My preference is the left, it is reminiscent of the warriors of Asgard."
"HAH! I told you I knew what I was doing!" Steve bursts out at the god’s words, you want to be upset but the look of pride on his face makes up for everything and you can't bring yourself to feel any malcontent towards the man.
"Oh yes, yes. Very brave soldiers the Valkyrie." Thor’s hand enclosed his own fist nodding at his own words. "Truly the strongest women of Asgard."
"Wait, what?".
Small rumbling laughs and chuckles surround the hanger, you rub at Steve's back to try and ease his fall from grace,
James watches the two of you, love in his eyes, you were both idiots. Definitely.
summary: drunk Steve tries kissing y/n on New Year’s Eve just to get turned down, resulting in the two nemeses deciding upon a deal that’s about to make their whole year extremely confusing.
warnings: unspecified age gap (reader is in her early 20s), explicit language, alcohol consumption
word count: 10k
“Twenty seven!” It was the last New Year’s Eve at the Avenger’s tower, but y/n had no desire to make it memorable. New Year's Eve parties sucked. A time reserved for false hope and imaginary joy. “Twenty six!” Refilling her glass of champagne, she turned her head to look in Natasha’s direction. Love is disgusting, she thought, when Bucky peppered kisses from the base of Natasha’s neck all the way to her jawline. “Twenty five!” ah, these people couldn't have yelled any louder if they tried, and besides, nobody should ever start counting that soon.
At least, everyone was too busy finding their New Year’s kiss partner to notice her escape onto the balcony.
“Too crowded in there?” Steve swiftly joined her, placing his right arm on the ledge to lean against it.
“Something like that.” She locked her eyes with his. They were different that night, a shade of darker blue and shimmering with mischief. It wasn’t a bad look on him.
“Twenty!”
“Wanna kiss?” He chuckled, and y/n raised her eyebrows. Even their usually strict Captain couldn’t resist getting drunk tonight. To say they've had a rough year would be an understatement.
“How much mead did Thor give you exactly?”
“Fifteen!”
“Enough to speak the truth?” He admitted, but it came out more like a question. Enough to speak the truth.
“And the truth is?”
“Ten!”
“You're beautiful.” While y/n had been forced to listen to many, too many jokes tonight, this one was by far the funniest. What a fool, she contemplated. Steve couldn’t stand her guts for no apparent reason. That same Steve also enjoyed addressing her as a kid and had harshly rejected y/n when she had asked him out on a date. Thus, the one-sided hatred had turned into a mutual dance. That Steve was so going to kick this Steve’s ass tomorrow. He might also kick hers if he won’t be too hungover for training.
“Tell me more.” She gave him a sly smile. Oh poor Stevie, you’re so getting blackmailed.
“Seven!”
“I think you’re really pretty and kind, and I like you.” He brushed her cheek with his thumb. “Is that so unbelievable?”
“Three!”
“Kind of.”
"One!"
Everyone inside was coupled up at that point, with most guests making out before the official announcement — Natasha and Bucky were not an exception to the fact. On their own, they were great people to have around and hang out with, but together? A big mess of PDA overload.
“Happy New Year!” People inside were overjoyed to ‘start fresh’. As if one day of the year carried a ton of significance. She was expecting Steve to say something else, but what she didn’t see coming was him wrapping his hands around her waist and pulling her close.
“What are you doing?” y/n managed to choke out when Steve leaned in for a kiss, their lips brushing together.
“Kissing you.” Steve whispered and tried putting his mouth on hers.
This was one hell of a weird situation. Bewildered, y/n pushed Steve off her body. Thor must've given the Captain too much of his Asgardian ale. While the man was a super-soldier, Steve wasn't a God. Luckily, the drunk version of Steve was much easier to push around than the sober.
“I don’t want you to, lover boy.”
Pouting, Steve crossed his arms on his chest. “Let’s make a deal.” He was so drunk and out of it, y/n wished for nothing more than to have her phone and capture the glorious moment. A moment Steve will hate to remember if he’ll even remember it at all. “A deal I’m calling we might pretend to hate each other, but we both know we belong together.”
“That’s a mouthful.” y/n let out a sigh.
Drunk Steve was even worse than regular Steve, and regular Steve was already pretty annoying. The man had never understood when to quit.
“I had a crush on you for three years.” No amount of convincing would ever make y/n believe the words that left his mouth. People don’t reject and bully their crushes. People don’t yell at them for being stupid and whine to others because they’re 'borderline obnoxious' to be around. That was something better left to old-school teen romance movies she loved making fun of. “Next New Year's Eve, same place, same time, we meet up, and if you’re still single by then, we kiss.”
“And if I’m not?
“I don’t worry about that much.” He smirked. Even intoxicated, Steve was still a fucking asshole. “I know you have too big of a crush on me to want somebody else.” Steve stepped away.
Getting a boyfriend any time soon had not been on her agenda, but Steve had just presented her with a challenge she wasn’t going to lose. Proving Steve wrong was the girl's favorite pastime activity. I do not have feelings for this jackass.
An irritating thing about Steve was that he'd always remain true to his promises, even the drunken ones, and granting Steve a real kiss that would imply she did, in fact, like him, sounded like a nightmare, y/n would never experience. The only way you’re kissing me is if I’m six feet under.
January 6th.
“You’re pulling your punches.” Steve pointed out.
The blonde's posture was perfectly straight, rigid almost, with his hands resting on his hips as if he ruled the place. In some ways, the gym was Steve’s kingdom. He was a king perched on a throne of gym mats in an empire that constantly smelled of sweat. The thought made y/n chuckle.
“You’re pulling on my nerves.” She was done with his remarks and comments.
Both knew she was one of the best hand-to-hand fighters on the team; quick and light on her feet. No super-soldier serum, but smart enough with her movement to make the soldiers lose time after time. Lounging at him, y/n took Steve by surprise and forcefully kicked him in the chest. Managing to knock the man down, she moved to wrap her legs around his neck and began choking him. An easy, swift move guaranteed to shut him up.
“Stop or I’ll tell everyone about New Year’s Eve.” She loosened her grip after Steve tapped on her thigh for the fourth time.
“First, no one will believe you,” he gasped out, cheeks reddened. The proudness that overtook her body when Steve had to take a couple moments to catch his breath was immeasurable. “Second, I was drunk and didn’t mean it,” he got up from the mat, and y/n followed, looking up to stare into his eyes, “third, you’re so aggravating no man would ever want you.”
Red was all she saw. It took approximately three seconds for a bruise to form on Steve’s cheekbone after y/n decked him straight in the face. We’ll see about that, dickhead.
February 14th.
“You’re kidding, right?” Steve was in disbelief from the sight in front of him. There, just a few feet away, wearing Bucky’s red henley and tight-fitting jeans, was y/n. “Bucky doesn’t wear heels.” She glanced down at the Louboutin heels Tony gave her for Christmas and shrugged.
“I do."
When Sam had first invited her to spend Valentine’s day with him and Steve, she had said " fuck no", but the more she had contemplated, the more the idea made sense. Sure, Sam hated the situation when Bucky first joined his and Steve’s duo, but he had soon noticed that the trio had a great dynamic, and yes, he'd never admit it, but not having Bucky around affected that dynamic. A trio of the serious, the funny, and the calm.
Sam enjoyed hanging out with Steve alone, but he had gotten used to having a third person around to balance everything out, so inviting y/n along, when Bucky had made plans with Natasha, was a no-brainer. Mad after her date canceled, y/n had taken the role of Bucky a little too serious. Sam’s words of “imagine how badly your presence would annoy Steve” had only fueled her mischievous idea even further.
Strutting over to Steve, she placed her hands on his shoulders. “Tonight,” she gestured to herself, “I’m your best pal Bucky.”
“The only thing you are is annoying.” To that answer, y/n paid no mind.
“Let’s play some pool boys, shall we?” She gave Steve a half-smile before turning around and striding to get the cue sticks. Sam was shaking his head when she came back and immediately removed himself from the situation that was about to unfold. Irritated, Steve grabbed a cue from her hands.
“I’ll order us beer.” Sam spoke up, but the other two were too occupied to notice him leaving.
“I’m breaking.” She declared, walking around Steve and purposefully bumped her shoulder into his. Bending down, she broke up the pool balls, pocketing a purple, solid one. She moved spots to sit on the rail of the table, and moments later, two more solid balls were in the pockets. “Forgot how good I am.” She stood up from the rail and smoothed out her jeans.
“You’re using the cue wrong,” Steve commented, “that was dumb luck.” With a few steps forward, he was right behind y/n, her ass brushing his crotch area. Putting his hands over hers, Steve guided her. Another solid ball fell into the pocket. “Now, that was a nice clean shot.”
Trapped between the table and his arms, "is this how you and Bucky usually play pool?” y/n snickered and spun around to face him.
“Go to hell.”
“I’ll take you with me. It’s nice there,” she turned back to the table, this time bending down lower, much lower, so her ass was fully pressed up against Steve’s crotch and pocketed her fifth ball, “warm.”
March 9th.
Steve might've had the body of a Greek God, but what he never had, was taste. Picking up shirt after shirt, each uglier than the other, he tried finding Bucky a gift. Finding the perfect gift for your best friend should be effortless. However, finding the perfect gift for the same man who had attempted to assassinate you in the last eighty years may be somewhat difficult.
Locating y/n by the accessories section, Steve shoved barf green and a pee yellow shirts in her face. “Which one?”
“Please, stop.” She responded, tone dripping in horror. A single girl could only withstand so many monstrosities before it became too much. “Neither.”
Sighting, Steve returned the shirts to their original locations. The spy was looking at the belt section when he appeared beside her. Noticing a black leather one, she picked it up to show the super-soldier.
“I’m not gifting him a belt.” He crossed his arms over his chest and locked eyes with y/n. “He doesn’t need it.” Tilting her head, she stared Steve up and down. Most days, he'd wear the same shoes and belt. Both were so worn out, if they could talk, they’d ask to be replaced. Confused, Steve glanced at himself and raised his eyes back to hers as if to ask, “what?”
“Why bring me here if you’re not going to listen to my suggestions?” She put the item down, only for Steve to grab it.
“You were the only available girl Avenger.” Steve examined it again. The belt was a little out of his price range, but Bucky would certainly enjoy a gift like that. “Thought you could be useful.”
She punched him in the arm out of irritation. It had been four hours since they had arrived at the mall, and each passing minute was becoming worse and worse with Steve’s indecisiveness and disregard for her ideas.
Snatching the belt out of his hands, she headed for the cash register, Steve following right behind. Noticing he was about to say something, “I’ll say I made you buy it if he doesn’t like it," she commented, shutting him up.
“If Bucky doesn’t like it, it’s all on you.” He waved a finger at her, and she pushed his hand down. One day, he'd be the death of her, that much she was sure of.
“Hello.” The cashier spoke, her voice coated in pure excitement. Great. Noticing her staring at Steve as if she wanted to devour him whole any second, y/n laced her arm around his bicep. “How are you?”
“Hi, sweetheart.” Putting on a genuine-looking smile, “we’re doing just great," she answered and patted Steve on the stomach.
Having paparazzi follow their every move was exhausting, but on the flip side, starting rumours was a fun way to treat her boredom. Usually, it’d come back to bite her in the ass, resulting in an hour-long lecture from Tony, but all the crazy headlines magazines would come up with would be well worth the trouble.
Putting the belt on the register, she looked up at Steve, who was gawking at her as if she was a crazy person. “I’m sure Natasha will too.” y/n removed her arm from Steve's bicep when the cashier started scanning their purchase. The sentence confused Steve even more, but before he could ask what she meant by the remark, y/n quickly placed her index finger on the man’s lips and shook her head. “You don’t want me to tell you.”
“The receipt is in the bag.” The cashier was only staring at Steve, but he was paying her no mind. Taking the bag from the girl’s hand, y/n gave her a quick smile and dragged the blonde out of the store.
“You don’t want me to tell you.” She repeated with a sly smile on her face. It was scary how suddenly y/n was able to change from one person to another. Her fake, overly sweet demeanor was promptly turned into her usual, sarcastic one as she continued giving Steve a sly, knowing smile. Steve would probably get a heart attack if he'd learn about everything that went down in his best friend’s and Natasha’s bedroom. “It’s rough.” Noticing a cafe nearby, she grabbed Steve’s hand to drag him towards it. “Rough and scary.”
April 1st.
Standing in Steve’s shower was not how y/n had planned for her day to go, but there she was, Steve’s shampoo in one hand, blue hair dye in another. Not only was it the Avenger's first week at the compound, but it was also April Fool’s day; this had to be memorable.
“Our blondie uses conditioner.” She peaked her head from out of the shower, chuckling.
Natasha looked at her unamused.
“Bucky does too. Conditioner doesn’t have a gender.” She shrugged, and y/n gave her a knowing look. While conditioner didn't have a gender, Natasha unquestionably liked sneaking her hands into someone’s hair to pull on it during sex. y/n was almost sure it was Natasha who had introduced Bucky to the great thing that was conditioner. Before dating Natasha, Bucky would look a bit, in less harsh words, a little dirty. “Hurry up, he’ll catch us, and I’m not taking the blame for your ass.”
“So rude.” She responded from the shower. Steve’s shampoo was now replaced with the dye, and y/n couldn’t wait to see his reaction. “Have a nice bath, Stevie!” She threw the empty dye bottle into the bag Natasha brought and stepped out of the shower, giving the bag to the redhead. “Preferably a long one.”
While it was sad to miss Steve’s initial reaction to his now blue hair, the sight of him, however, furious and only in his boxers, was glorious. Tony gave Steve a pointed look when he ran into the kitchen.
“Hello, popsicle.” Tony put down his phone to really take in Steve’s hair. “That’s quite a change.”
“Did you do this?” Storming up to Tony, Steve pointed to his head. Dyeing Steve’s hair blue would never be above him.
“As much as I wish I have, I had much more important things to do today.” Tony raised his hands. Chuckling, y/n looked at Natasha’s face. The spy was trying her best to hold in her laugh, face so red, it looked as if she had stopped breathing.
“I think it suits you.” y/n got up from the barstool and ruffled Steve’s hair before placing her and Tony’s dishes in the sink. “What do you think, Natasha?”
“It really does.” Natasha finally let out the breath she had been holding. “Matches your eyes.”
“You’re dead,” Steve turned his body in y/n’s direction, “dead," and suddenly lounged at her.
Amused, she jumped over the bar and took off in the opposite direction. The public might know Steve the kind, selfless hero, but when it came to getting revenge on y/n, the man could spend hours if needed. He chased her all the way through the first floor and then the second. Chased her through hallways, conference rooms, the gym showers. The compound they just moved in was a maze of countless cement walls, but the fact she had no idea where she was going didn’t stop her from trying. Accidentally finding the recruit training area, she sat down on the ground.
“You’re okay?” Sam asked after giving the recruits an exercise to practice, and she smiled at him.
“Better than ever.”
Her break, however, was cut short when Steve barged in, running around the confused recruits in training. Jumping up, she waved goodbye and snickered when Steve stopped to say a short hello to Sam. She quickly took off running again when her eyes met Steve’s. It didn’t matter that her lungs were out of air, or that her legs were burning, what mattered, was getting away from Steve. It was an unfair race. A game of cat and mouse where the winner is clear from the start. Nonetheless, y/n ran, wherever, and as fast as she could.
“Looks like there’s nowhere for you to go.” Steve observed once they were standing outside. Luckily for him, y/n had terribly overestimated her abilities and was now walking backward in the pool’s direction.
Stopping in her tracks, “Does it?” She asked him before trying to sprint past Steve.
It was easy for the super soldier to grab her waist and throw her over his shoulder. “Got any last words?” He questioned proudly.
“I do actually,” y/n chuckled. “You look like an idio-“ The sentence was cut short as her body got submerged in the pool’s water. Icy, freezing cold water.
A few days later, she turned up with a cold, and Steve couldn’t have been happier. What an asshole. An asshole with barely faded blue hair.
May 17th.
Sadly, the blues hadn't lasted as long as y/n was hoping they would, but on a brighter note, Steve’s regular hair made it much easier for them to blend in during an undercover mission.
“I could tell you the brand I used.” y/n suggested after ordering a drink. Steve was leaning on the bar, body facing the dance floor, his face cold and neutral. “If you miss the blue.” She took a sip when the bartender brought her the drink she ordered and gave him a seductive smile. “Could use a little more vodka.” y/n told him, and the bartender smirked.
“One second.” He winked at her.
Rolling his eyes, Steve turned his body to face y/n. “Would you please stop flirting with the bartender?”
For reasons unbeknownst to his own mind, y/n’s flirty behavior was annoying the living hell out of him. The unwelcoming atmosphere of too many people, dim lights, and loud music wasn’t exactly helping. Raising her eyebrows at Steve’s comment, y/n swiftly changed her expression when the bartender came back with the stronger drink. She gave him a coy smile upon tasting it.
“Much better.” She observed, sliding a fifty over the bar. “I like mine strong.” Flexing his arm on purpose, the bartender slipped the bill into his jean’s pocket before finding a pen and writing his number on a tissue.
He disappeared to serve other guests as quickly as he gave her the napkin, but y/n didn’t mind. Standing beside her was a man she wanted to toy more with anyway. Noticing Steve’s annoyed expression, she made a point to slowly slide the napkin down the plunging neckline of her dress.
“It’s going to fall out.” Steve looked down at her cleavage. “You don’t have a bra on.”
“And how would you know?”
“Can see your nipples from miles away.” Steve teased her. “They’re shining through the dress.” Clearly, his intention was to make y/n feel bad, but the only thing she did was look down at her boobs and shrug.
“Oh well,” was not a reaction Steve expected.
“Would you please stop drinking?” He spoke up minutes later. Y/n was halfway through her drink already. Letting out a sigh, Steve grabbed the glass from her hands and chugged the rest of the cocktail. “This is your third.” He waved the glass in her face before setting it down on the bar.
“Technically, I only had two and a half since you just drank this one.” y/n fixed the collar of Steve’s shirt. As tight as usual, but in the unusual color of black. This shirt suited Steve well; the pale blue never did do him any justice. “You look good,” she ran a hand down his chest, “red jacket, 9 o’clock.” Moving it down to Steve’s thigh when she noticed the man take yet another glance. “Is that a gun, or are you just happy to see me?” She teased Steve, peering up at him.
“Please take your hand off of my penis.” Steve grinned innocently at y/n as her eyes widened. “The gun is a bit to the left.” He replied, and she quickly removed her touch.
“Just checking, sorry.” She muttered, pressing her lips into a tight line. “He’s still staring.”
“Yes, I know, Captain Obvious.”
“What do we do?” The woman didn’t get an answer as Steve clutched her hand and gently dragged her to the dance floor. For a man as confident as him, he sure looked awkward. Uncertain of what to do herself, y/n placed one of his hands just above the curve of her bottom, the other on her waist. Her own hands she loosely wrapped around Steve’s neck and started moving her body to the rhythm. “Think he recognizes us?”
Letting his hands roam around y/n’s back, waist, and ass, Steve peered over her shoulder. “No idea.” He pulled her in closer. “Where’s your gun?”
“On my right thigh.”
Setting one arm on y/n’s upper thigh, Steve brushed his fingers over the gun to make sure, then gripped y/n’s leg below the holster before dipping her. Though the dip was a staple move in many dancing styles, the action, coming from her Captain himself was quite bold. She wouldn't have anticipated he'd be brave enough for it, but despite her confusing emotions, her face returned to a neutral expression.
Perhaps it was just one of his tactics to make her feel inferior. Steve always treated her as an idiot during missions, and it was infuriating. Of course, she had her gun, but he just needed to make a show out of confirming it.
Placing a hand on her neck for support, he stared her down before speaking. "See that green door?" She could barely make out anything through the heavy crowd of people. Seeing upside down wasn't helping either, but she managed to spot the door, and Steve raised her back up as fast as he dipped her. Releasing the hold on her leg, he bent down to reach her ear. “Meet me there in three."
He was soon gone, and y/n rolled her eyes at the man’s oblivious behavior. She didn’t have a phone nor a watch. Deciding to follow the song, she met Steve at the door right before it ended.
“I said three, not four.”
“Don’t have a watch, fool.”
Rolling his eyes, Steve took out a piece of paper from the pocket of his pants. “This is the combination to the safe, I’ll guard the door while you go in.” She wasn’t hearing anything the soldier was saying as their target was heading straight in their direction. “Be quick.” She didn’t catch that either.
If only y/n could cause a distraction, he wouldn’t recognize them, right? Without thinking, she placed her hands on Steve’s neck and captured his lips in a kiss.
“Go along with it.” She muttered into his lips and weaved one hand into his hair. Realizing he was completely frozen, Steve hurriedly put his hands on the small of her back. Moving his lips in rhythm with hers, Steve took no time to deepen the kiss and pull y/n in closer. Now, this was such a strange move it took them both by surprise.
“Did Natasha teach you this?” Steve chuckled when they pulled away. “She did the same thing a few years ago.”
The sentence left y/n completely dumbfounded. Shaking her head no, y/n also tried to shake away the ugly feeling, which goes by the simple name of jealously. “No,” y/n mumbled. “she did not.”
June 5th.
“I’ll be right out!” y/n slipped on her dress, leaving the zipper undone. “You’re not Wanda.” She noted after opening the door and finding Steve on her doorstep.
“No.” He scanned her up and down. “I needed to go over yours and Bucky’s mission report.” He waived a pile of papers in his hand and sat down on the bed.
“Can’t you talk to Bucky about it?” She questioned, trying to zip up her dress. Every attempt proved unsuccessful as her arms were simply too short to reach all the way down her back. Groaning, Steve stood up, walking up to y/n. Swatting her hand away, he easily zipped the garment and returned to his previous spot.
“I would, but he’s on a mission with Sam.”
Rummaging through the drawers of her dresser, y/n pulled out the jewelry box she was looking for. While Tony and y/n bumped heads often, he couldn’t help but feel a warm affection towards the younger Avenger. She was a friend, a teammate, and a daughter wrapped in one, to which Tony was grateful every day.
“Just wait till he gets back!” The girl yelled, disappearing into the bathroom. “I’m in a hurry!”
“A two week long mission.” Steve informed her when she came back with a container of makeup. “Why are you getting ready anyway?” He questioned when she pulled out five, seemingly the same, tubes of lipstick and chose her favorite one.
“It’s none of your concern,” y/n started off, “but I have a date.” She told him after finishing the makeup. “With a real, human man.” She pointed her index finger at Steve after noticing he was about to say something snarky. Chuckling, Steve leaned back and propped himself on his elbows.
“And where is this real man taking you?” He challenged, gesturing to her dress.
God, if Steve could get any more irritating. Her dress was tight and had a couple cutouts, but it was an appropriate outfit for a nice meal in a luxury NYC restaurant. Those kinds of restaurants weren’t her scene, not exactly. Still, why not give Steve a double fuck you by not only finding a boyfriend but a rich one at that.
“We’re going out to dinner. He’s picking me up in two.”
“Explains the douchey car outside.”
“Here’s here, and you didn’t tell me?!” y/n puffed out and quickly found a pair of heels she’s been wanting to wear for some time now. Deciding to give Steve the benefit of the doubt after noticing his admiring face, she sat down next to him. y/n put on the shoes before asking the man, “what?”
He stayed silent while she grabbed her purse and took one final look in the mirror.
“You look good.” He smiled. “A bit like a hooker, but-” he didn’t get to finish as y/n smacked him across the head with her clutch. “Kidding!” He put his hands up. “Stripper is a better word.”
“Out.” She ushered him out of the room by smacking his head over and over. “I hate you.”
“Have fun, kid!” He teasingly yelled after her when y/n stepped into the elevator. “Have fun, kid.” He repeated in a more jealous tone, but y/n wasn’t around to hear it.
July 4th.
“Tony, let yourself be forever damned.” y/n sighed, looking at herself in the mirror.
Not a woman to shy away from tight dresses and heels, her current outfit was nothing short of a stripper’s uniform. A huge American flag was pictured on her boobs, along with the words “PROUD TO BE AN AMERICAN” right under.
The bet had seemed easy, seemed being the keyword there. Tony wasn’t a fan of training, but he'd often come down to the gym to watch, so on one of those days, they had made a bet. If Natasha was to knock Bucky down first, she'd have to do whatever Tony would ask of her on Steve’s birthday, and if Bucky was to succeed, y/n would get unlimited access to Tony’s cars for a week. The stakes had been incredibly high — Tony would rarely come up with good ideas, but unlimited access to his cars? It had sounded incredible. Despite formerly being known as The Winter Soldier, Bucky had been knocked down to the ground a few minutes into the fight. Super soldiers, what are they good for? Nothing.
“Sweetie, you ready?” Tony singed out, too pleased with himself. No one else at the compound knew what Tony and y/n were up to that day, but no one usually questioned anyway. Those two were never up to anything good. “Show our Captain his best gift.”
She cursed underneath her breath.
“Oh yes, Steve, take it in because I’m never wearing it again.” y/n responded from around the corner, and even though she couldn’t see Steve’s face, she was sure he was utterly confused.
Taking a deep breath to calm her anxiety y/n stepped into the living room. A wave of oohs and ahhs and giggles filled the room. The woman wished for nothing more but the earth to swallow her whole in that very moment.
“C'mon, sit on the Captain’s lap.”
A bet was a bet. You can always punch Tony later, y/n. Putting on a fake smile to play the character Tony so greatly wanted her to, she gracefully sat down onto Steve’s lap sideways.
“Happy Birthday, Captain.” She said in a lower, sultrier tone.
Wait, that cannot be his, she shifted around to get comfortable entirely mortified. If not for the others clapping and cheering, the whole situation would’ve been so much more awkward than it already was for the pair. Steve’s mouth formed an o shape, his face burning up.
“Happy Birthday to you.” She kissed his cheek. “I hope you enjoy your gift.” She gestured to her all-American dress, and Sam whistled. “The dress.” She looked Sam dead in the eyes and shook her head. “Not me, asshole.” Sam only raised his eyebrows and gave her a crooked grin.
The dress wasn't something Steve found attractive — too short, too skimpy. Yet much to his dismay, it suited y/n's figure, showcasing her curves in all the best ways. The feel of y/n's body on his and the word "captain" coming out of her mouth in a deep, sultry tone did nothing, but add weight to Steve's arousal.
“Thank you.” Steve choked over his words, and his eyes caught Bucky’s. “The dress is-“ his best friend had a knowing look on his face and gave Steve an amused smile, “nice.” Steve finished and quickly stilled y/n in place when she started squirming.
Firmly placing his hands on her hips, he pushed her down. She stilled for a while, but by this point, y/n’s body was closer to his than the soldier found comfortable. Not around other people anyway. Moving one final time, y/n positioned herself, so her back was leaning on his chest. Yeah, that’s his boner I’m feeling.
“Smile for the photo!” Tony smirked, holding his phone and snapping a few pictures. The genius wanted both of them to feel as uncomfortable as he could make the pair. That’s what the two nemeses get for spending his money. “Steve, please put your hands around y/n.” He instructed, and Steve cleared his throat before hesitantly placing his arms on y/n’s thighs. “Closer, Captain,” Tony encouraged, ”really hold her close.”
Holding her close was the last thing he craved. On the contrary, the blonde burned with desire to shove the absolutely sexy girl in a tacky dress off his lap because, and he'd never admit it, she inadvertently forced his body to react in ways Steve wasn't too fond of.
The Captain was too hot, too aroused, and too embarrassed from all the looks thrown their way. His own body had betrayed him. Begrudgingly, the super-soldier wrapped his arms around y/n’s waist, letting his hands rest on the upper part of her thighs, and nervously smiled for the photo. Steve wasn’t the only person whose body acted quite treacherous at that very moment, and y/n had to excuse herself to the bathroom the second Tony was done.
August 28th.
“Wanna play 21 questions?” y/n suggested, putting her feet on the dashboard.
Pushing them down, “I’m not 16.” Steve answered.
The ride to the Avenger’s tower had been awfully quiet. While not the biggest fan of small talk, y/n wasn’t going to spend another three hours back to the compound in tense silence. Bored out of her mind, she picked up a piece of technology they had retrieved at the tower. Presumably, it was something important as Tony had been adamant the movers couldn't access certain rooms.
“Put it with the rest.” Steve commanded.
She turned her head to look at the mess in his trunk and placed the item on a stack of other, in Tony’s words, super important, things. The pile was the perfect representation of Steve and y/n. While the items the blonde had packed were neatly wrapped in bubble wrap, y/n’s, well, the items she had packed were either stuffed into boxes or messily wrapped in scraps of bubble wrap she had found after Steve had finished.
“I’m bored.” y/n admitted putting her feet on the dashboard once more.
Pushing them down again, Steve stayed quiet for a few minutes before giving in to her suggestion. The awkward stillness wasn’t his favorite thing in the world either.
“Why did you kiss me?” He was heading straight for the important questions.
“To keep our cover from being blown. Why do you always wear these ugly shirts?” Another major issue.
“Oh my God, always picking on my shirts. What’s up with you and my wardrobe?” Steve exclaimed.
“It’s ugly.” Y/n shrugged. “Boring, outdated, unflattering.” The last one was only sort of a truth. “Plain, mismatched, I could go on and on.”
“Please, don’t.” Steve stopped her from speaking when she opened her mouth to start listing more bad adjectives about his clothing.
“Will you miss it? The tower, I mean.” She took off her shoes, and Steve threw her a strange look. “My feet smell great, actually.” Unbuckling her seatbelt, y/n held up one of her legs to Steve’s face and laughed at his disgusted grimace.
“Put it away, and no.” He glimpsed at her before his eyes were back on the road. “How was your date?”
“For your interest,” y/n started out, “I’ll miss the tower. Also, what date?” She questioned him.
“The date you dressed as a stripper for.”
Opening the glove compartment, she found Steve’s hidden stash of unhealthy snacks. Packs of candy, chocolate, and vinegar chips were amongst the variety. She easily disregarded the disgusting Lay's flavour as the inferior snack option, and snatched up a bag of sour worms.
"That was months ago," she giggled, launching a pink and yellow worm at him. "I thought you meant the date I went on last week."
“Didn’t expect you to take the deal seriously.” Steve bit his lower lip. Something inside him didn’t like the fact he missed y/n going on a date. Something inside him didn’t like the part of her going on a date with a different man at all.
“I’m not losing.” She threw another worm at Steve, and he gave her a pointed look which she laughed off. “I have no interest in kissing you," she threw yet another worm to piss the soldier off, "and I’m pretty sure you don’t want to kiss me either, kid.” y/n mocked him.
“Don’t you dare throw another worm at me.” Steve threatened when she raised her hand. "Besides, we already kissed." He recalled.
“Are you stupid?” She held up a blue and pink gummy. “These ones are the best. Also, yes, we might've, but that kiss wasn't real.”
“Who came up with the idea for my birthday?”
“Tony.”
“Why?” Steve demanded to know. Something like that wasn’t above Tony. He was a grown-up with the brain of a genius and the behaviours of a child, but it was still a strange idea. y/n's comment about their kiss on the mission Steve forced himself to ignore.
“What’s this about? Was the dress not up to your standards?” She raised a brow. “I lost a bet. Overestimated your best pal Bucky.” y/n was still sour about it. The man knew every single one of Natasha’s weaknesses and still managed to get knocked down first. What a loser.
“Not sure if you noticed with all the writhing around in my lap,” Steve glanced at her and snatched the bag from her grasp, “but it was a weird situation.”
“A hard one.” y/n teased him, and Steve knew exactly what she was talking about. “It’s normal for guys to get boners when I sit on their laps.” Steve noticed her smirking from the corner of his eye. “Tony just wanted you to have the best birthday ever!” She exclaimed and settled her feet on the dashboard despite his protests. “Assuming from the clear, hard facts,” She teased him again. “You enjoyed it.”
“Shut up.” Steve groaned.
“Always so rude.” To that, he didn't answer, ending the conversation before asking y/n about their New Year's Eve deal.
Steve thought about calling it off but decided against it. He was going to make sure she loses. Not to kiss y/n for real of course, no, that would be disgusting and imply that he actually had feelings, but it would, however, clear up a lot of questions. The important kind of questions Steve needed answers to because he while surely didn't have a crush on the way younger girl, nothing made sense anymore. She succeeded to turn his brain into a mush every time. That girl was also his teammate, and that same girl he had spent the last three years tormenting. They couldn't like each other; Steve had made sure of it. One day those questions would be the end of him.
September 14th.
“Someone had fun.” Bucky made grabby hands at Natasha when she stumbled through the door. y/n appeared in the living room seconds later, just as drunk, if not more, as Natasha.
“These lovely gentlemen bought us so many drinks.” Natasha sat down on Bucky’s lap, and he laughed. How Bucky wasn’t jealous was beyond Steve. “One even gave y/n their number.”
“He did.” y/n held up her phone after falling face down onto the couch. “He’s sooo cute too.” She drunkenly exclaimed, and Steve quickly took the phone from her. “I wanted to text him!” She turned around to lay on her back and kicked Steve at the end of the couch.
“I know.” He sighed. “It’s why I took the phone away.”
“But we’re going on a date tomorrow.”
Laughing, Bucky wrapped his hands around Natasha and looked at y/n. “Then text him tomorrow.” He smiled and scrunched his nose when y/n made a sad face.
Before dating Natasha, Bucky would always look after y/n whenever she'd get drunk. He'd have fun doing it too. It'd be like Russian roulette, where the man could never know what he should be expecting. Sometimes, she’d cry, and other times, Bucky would be forced into doing karaoke. On rare occasions, she'd just be herself. Intoxicated, but herself nonetheless. With no walls to hide behind, no filter on her speech. On those days, Bucky and y/n would have endless conversations about boys, girls, astrology, movies, food — anything she could think of before sleep would devour her, and he’d have to carry her to bed.
“Please carry her to bed.” Bucky stood up. The redhead was soundly sleeping in his arms. “She hates waking up on the sofa.”
Begrudgingly, Steve picked up y/n bridal style, and she giggled. It was one of the first times Steve ever heard her giggle. “You’re cute too.” She wiggled her eyebrows and poked his cheek. “Kind of mean, though.”
Steve bringing y/n to bed was an easy task as she fell asleep as soon as he stepped foot in the elevator. After gently placing her on the bed, Steve was about to walk out.
“Don’t have a crush.” He muttered to himself upon deciding to take off her heels. The dress, while wildly beautiful, looked wildly uncomfortable, so cursing underneath his breath, Steve quickly removed the garment from her too. Guilty about looking at y/n in only her underwear, Steve threw a blanket over her sleeping form. Rummaging through the mess that was y/n's room, he soon found an unopened water bottle.
“Stay?” She sleepily called out after he set the water on the nightstand. “Please?”
This version of y/n was so much different than he’s ever seen before. Usually calm, collected, and closed off, tonight, she was giggly, sweet, and open. No snarky comments, no sarcastic remarks. Tired enough to sleep through hurricanes and earthquakes.
“Why did you kiss me on that mission?”
“I already told you.” y/n yawned and moved to make space for Steve to lay down. “To save our cover.”
“There were about three different routes you could’ve taken.” Steve kicked off his shoes and laid down. “Why the kiss?”
“It was the first thing that came to mind,” y/n smiled and snuggled up to Steve, “seemed logical.” Resting her head on his chest, she closed her eyes. “Maybe even fun.”
“Rest easy, kid.” Steve whispered when her body relaxed into his, and her breathing turned even. Calling y/n by the nickname kid didn’t feel right anymore. A nickname that had been used for teasing and mocking no longer fit in the pair's dynamic. “Sweet dreams.” He whispered once more, and after kissing y/n on the forehead, slipped from the bed, disappearing from the room altogether.
October 31st.
“That’s not a costume, that’s underwear.” Steve remarked when y/n walked into the kitchen with an outfit of a black bodysuit, fishnet tights, and bunny ears.
“How would you know?” She unwrapped a cherry lollipop, putting it in her mouth. “You’ve never seen me in my underwear.”
Steve had to break their eye contact, and y/n laughed. If only she knew. For the first time in quite a while, y/n felt truly desirable. Sure, she had been on multiple dates in the past few months, where Wanda would do her makeup and find the perfect outfit, but this was something different. A good different. This was seductive, skimpy, yes, but sexy nonetheless. It was also liberating. Freeing. She didn’t care about Steve’s opinion or Tony’s weird looks. All that mattered was that she, herself, felt amazing. In contrast to her everyday baggy suit pants and an ill-fitting top, this outfit was a real confidence booster.
“What are you even supposed to be?” Steve stared her up and down. He hated to admit that jealously was rearing its ugly head.
“A Playboy bunny, duh.” It was time for Pepper to give her a weird look. In fact, the three of them were looking at her in a very, very strange way. “What?” She released the lollipop from her mouth with a pop.
“Have you had anything to drink already?” Pepper questioned, a worried look in her eyes. Pepper was the mom of the group, including being a mom to her own husband sometimes. Pepper expected to look after Tony the most tonight, but this kind of behavior was unusual for the girl.
“No.” Y/n rolled her eyes and turned on her heel after grabbing another lollipop. “See you later, guys!”
Tony’s parties were always great, but this Halloween, he had truly outdone himself. From the decorations to the music and the food, the entire scene looked straight from The Nightmare Before Christmas. The party was already in full swing when y/n managed to find the people she was looking for.
“Boys!” y/n greeted the infamous Avengers trio. “Meet Todd.”
“Hey.” Here came the ugly feeling again.
“A fan of PDA, I see.” Steve gestured to Todd’s arm over y/n’s waist, but the other man just laughed.
“Yeah.” He looked at y/n, giving her a big smile. “Can’t ever take my arms off of this gem.” Could easily make you, Steve thought and immediately got rid of the idea. Not the place, not the time, even though a great opportunity to punch him presented itself when Todd started non-stop rambling about baseball.
“y/n? Would you mind helping me bring some drinks over?” Steve asked when his beer bottle turned empty. The girl knew exactly where this was going, but excusing herself, she followed after the soldier.
“Who the fuck is that?” Steve finally spoke up when they reached the bar.
He felt infuriated, jealous, and something else, he, himself, couldn’t quite place a finger on. While not a fan of swearing, this seemed like an appropriate time.
“My boyfriend.” She waved at Todd when he turned to look in their direction. “I think.” She added when he turned around. “Could I also get a shot of tequila?”
“You think?” Steve was out of his mind. Of course, he expected y/n to take the deal seriously, he just never imagined that she’d be fine with being around some random guy if that meant winning.
“Yes.” Thanking the bartender for the tequila, she took the shot, welcoming the burning sensation spreading down her throat. “Actually, could I get another?” She pointed to the empty glass.
“The woman is fine, thank you.” It was the first time Steve has ever called her a woman. To say it took y/n by surprise would be an understatement.
“I’m trying to hook up tonight, Captain.” She quickly leaned over the bar when the bartender wasn’t looking and poured herself a shot. “You’re ruining my chances.” She made a face after setting the glass down. Tequila was a dream and a nightmare. Deliciously rough but malicious at mornings.
“y/n, I’m calling the deal off.” Steve stopped her from pouring herself another shot. “You don’t need to prove anything.” Too bad the damage was done already. About half a bottle of liquor coursed through her veins. Sorry about the lie, Pepper, she thought, recalling back to earlier.
“You’re not calling anything off. I’m not insufferable. Not annoying. Certainly, I’m not so aggravating,” she mocked Steve, “that no man would ever want me. I’m kind,” she poured the third shot anyway, “caring,” swallowing the burning liquid, “hot.” y/n exclaimed, pushing her index finger into Steve’s chest. “Look at me.” She did a messy twirl to make her point, but it only worried Steve further, because she was drunk, and out of it, and about to have sex with a man she’d never sleep with sober. “There are hundreds of men who want me.” She hiccuped. “Men who deserve me.” y/n tried to step up closer to Steve but accidentally stumbled, and he quickly caught her in his arms. “You, however,” she got out of his hold and smoothed out her costume, “will never be one.” Grabbing the tequila bottle from the bar, y/n turned on her heels and started heading in Todd's direction. You will never be a man who deserves me. Those words hurt a lot more than Steve would dare voicing.
November 24th.
“Don’t.” y/n put a finger on Steve’s lips. “Don’t want to hear it.” Her red eyes and teary cheeks were enough of an indicator that the evening went wrong. Pressing his lips into a tight line, Steve sat back down on one of the benches. Despite it being deep into fall, the night was beautiful. With clear skies for stars to shine through and a big, round moon, giving off enough light to illuminate both of their faces.
“I wasn’t-“ Steve thought for a moment, “wasn’t going to ridicule you.” Sitting down beside him, she leaned her head on Steve’s shoulder. It was another indicator of all the shit that had went down if his so-called nemesis was seeking out his comfort. “Want to go out for ice cream?”
y/n didn’t want to go to bed yet. Not yet. The feeling that crept deep into her bones after Todd’s actions was still there. She couldn’t go to sleep just yet. “Sure.”
12:47 am. All the ice cream shops already were closed by now. Steve was going to get a heck of a lecture for this tomorrow, but he didn’t care. Leaving y/n alone, Steve went into Tony’s garage, accessing his not-so-secret spot where Tony keeps his keys, and emerged in one of his supercars minutes later.
“Best case scenario, he kills you. A slow, intimate death” y/n chuckled, getting into the car, and immediately turned on the heating.
“And in the worst-case scenario, he?” Steve found the button for the seat heater.
“He fires you from The Avengers.” y/n nodded her head and she was right. Steve have always cared more about his newfound family than dying.
“Tony can’t fire me.” Steve spoke up when they reached McDonald's. It seemed like a good time to say something considering y/n looked calm and composed, with dry cheeks and no longer red eyes. Besides, the silence was starting to eat at him.
“He absolutely can.” y/n thought out loud after they ordered. While not a fan of ice cream in colder seasons, Steve ordered himself some fries for moral support. “I’m taking these.” y/n gestured to his food after they picked up their order and he laughed.
“You can have a couple.” Scrunching her nose, she stole some, putting them in her milkshake. She snuck a couple extra when Steve wasn’t looking.
“The deal is still on, by the way.” She declared after the food was mostly finished and Steve had driven them to an empty parking lot. It felt good to be around someone who didn’t ask a million questions about when, why, and what happened. Never in a million years would she have expected that person to be Steve, but she was grateful. It was the first time she felt grateful to have Steve in her life. Through the best, the worst, and somewhere in the middle.
“Still got a month.” Steve made a face y/n didn’t recognize. It was the kind of impression he’s never used around her.
“And if I’m still single,” she locked her eyes with Steve’s, “we kiss.”
“Yeah.” He laughed slightly. “We kiss.”
A comfortable silence fell between the two. It wasn’t awkward, wasn’t confining, wasn’t rushed. It was the kind of silence with no pressure to speak unless it feels right to do so. The kind of silence they had only experienced years ago, when they had first met, and Steve hadn’t decided that he wanted to be an asshole to y/n yet. The kind of silence y/n haven't even realised she missed.
“Wouldn’t be the end of the world.” Steve suggested after some time, and y/n shook her head no. “We kissed before.” He recalled.
“Yeah.” She truly laughed and Steve was glad to hear it. “Touched your penis that night too.”
“It was actually my gun, I just wanted to mess with you.” Steve admitted and y/n’s mouth fell open. What an asshole.
“You have no idea the embarrassment!” She hit Steve in the back of his head and he chuckled. “I thought about that moment for weeks!” She hit him again. “Weeks!”
“Sorry.” He caught her hand so she’d stop hitting him. Gently lowering it back to her lap, Steve gave y/n a sheepish smile. “Was that because you enjoyed it or-“ catching y/n’s daring look he suddenly went quiet and nodded. “Embarrassment. Got it.”
“You should be embarrassed too.”
“Why?”
“Stuck your whole arm up my dress just to check if I had a gun.” Steve’s cheeks reddened. “I’m not a kid, you know ” She stuck out her hand and Steve shook it, the handshake declaring a truce.
Not friends just yet, but not nemeses either.
“This was a weird year.” Steve blurted out. y/n couldn’t help but agree with the statement. Weird and a little unsettling. A year of big fights out on the field, and even bigger wars inside their own minds.
“Kind of want to stay single.” y/n admitted but regretted it as soon as she saw Steve’s expression. “What? It would be a weird end to an even weirder year. Very fitting.” She looked out the window.
As much as Steve wanted to kiss y/n, and he wanted to greatly, Steve didn’t want her to kiss him just because it seemed fitting, or just because it'd be a weird end to an even weirder year. As much as he hated to admit it, he wanted their kiss to be genuine, real. For y/n to have as much passion and desire for him as he had for her. Desire he spent so long suppressing, it was about to spread like a wildfire.
December 31st.
Besides Steve surprising y/n with her gift late on Christmas Eve, the holidays had come and went with no other events of significance happening. Still, Steve coming to her room at 11:32pm to give y/n the necklace she’s been wanting for months had been a nice surprise. She had made them cocoa and stolen a few pieces of the leftover pie then, bringing them up to her room with Steve’s help where they had spent the next couple hours talking, openly and honestly. It had been as unusual as it had been welcome. It had felt good to have a conversation without insulting or teasing each other. A conversation that had seemed like a fresh start. Not one to believe in “fresh starts”, y/n had hoped next year would be different. The first New Year's Eve at the compound definitely would.
And as it had turned out, she was right. The party was entirely unrecognizable. Not only had Avengers switched headquarters, but the room had a lot of new faces. In fact, there were so many people, y/n had a hard time locating her friends, and an even harder time locating Steve. He had smiled at her when she first walked into the scene but was quickly nowhere to be found. Gone like a needle in a pile of hay.
“Fifteen!” The deal wasn’t off and she was still single. “Fourteen!”
Steve’s saying of same place, same time soon proved to be difficult to accomplish as the tower had been sold to another millionaire, and the compound had zero balconies. Maybe he had known about the move then, and had proposed the deal on purpose.
A deal impossible to keep true. That wouldn’t be beyond Steve. Can’t believe he’d do that. The old Steve who called her a kid would. It suddenly dawned on her that while the compound lacked in balconies, the one thing it did have was a rooftop.
Sprinting out the room and into an elevator, she pressed the button to the top floor. Ten. Nine. If only this elevator, designed by the super genius philanthropist playboy himself, could go any faster. Eight, seven, six. A small hope of making it there in time was still burning inside her heart. Small, but strong enough to burn down forests. five, four, three. As much as she tried convincing herself that she was rushing like a crazy person because they had made a deal, the deep parts she tried burying under all the walls, understood better. Two.
“Happy New Year.” She gave Steve a sheepish smile after the elevator doors opened.
“Happy New Year.” He smiled back. Not giving herself time to rethink the idea through, y/n ran straight into Steve’s arms and grabbing his face in her hands, kissed him.
It was the kind of kiss that felt as explosive as the fireworks outside. The kind of kiss that warmed them both from the inside, despite it being deep into winter. The kind of kiss that made the world disappear, with no regard to the shouts of drunken people, or the freezing snowflakes falling on their cheeks. A kiss that felt real, because as scary as it was for them both to admit it, was real. Swiping his tongue on y/n’s lips, Steve asked for permission, which y/n happily granted. No thoughts, just the feeling of his lips on hers. Wrapping his arms around y/n’s waist, Steve pulled her in closer. Close enough to feel her body heat and the quickly beating rhythm of her heart. Their tongues fought for dominance until y/n ultimately let Steve win, and gently bit down on his lower lip to jokingly taunt him.
“So what do we do now?” y/n asked him when they pulled back for air.
“First,” Steve bent down and captured her lips in a kiss again, “we kiss. Second,” he peppered small kisses all around her jawline with a few speckled around her neck, “I do this.” He gave her a nervous smile, but was glad to find y/n enjoyed it, “and third,” he went silent, and gave her a confused look “we stop fighting?”
“Stop fighting.” She tilted her head. “Perhaps become friends.”
“I take you out on a date.” Steve nodded. “One that doesn’t result in tears.” y/n shook her head yes. “And we then go from there.”
“We then go from there.” y/n repeated. “Sounds-“
“Weird?” Steve completed her sentence when she hesitated for a bit.
“Weird.” She agreed and let out a breath. “Very weird.”
“Well, I know you must at least find me attractive because you asked me out two and a half years ago.” Steve winked at her.
“Yes, and you rejected me.”
“I was afraid.” The man admitted and brushed his thumb over her lips. Removing his jacket, he wrapped it around y/n. “Afraid of admitting I had feelings for a twenty-something year old.” Steve was being honest that night. He had been so scared to face the truth that he had feelings for y/n, he tried masking it with rudeness. “It’s scary. Scary to say it as a 100-year-old man.”
The sentence made y/n laugh, truly laugh, and Steve poked her in the ribs. “Let’s start fresh then. I’m y/n.” She removed one of her hands from Steve’s neck to shake his. “No more calling me kid though.”
“Steve.” He chuckled and shook his head no. There were other ways to annoy the woman if he'd ever need to. “Same place, same time next year?”
Weaving her hands into his hair, y/n stood on her tippy toes to kiss him. With as much real passion and desire as Steve had hoped for. “Let’s not go that far.”
“No.” He whispered, gently placing his hands on her neck. “For now let’s be here.”
Because this was exactly where Steve wanted to be and he wasn’t about to let the moment go. Wasn’t about to let y/n go, even though it didn’t matter — this was exactly where y/n wanted to be too. Wrapped in the coziness of his jacket, with Steve’s lips on hers.
Steve and you... you didn’t know exactly what you were. You spent a lot of time together, that’s for sure. Between you and him punching bags were always in short supply, after a long, annoying mission you both had the same coping mechanism; get your frustrations out in the training room. Sometimes both of you would stay in there till the early hours of the morning. More often than not you both got up around the same time, had breakfast together, had some small talk and then he’d be off to take a jog at 5am. You were close; closer to him than you were to anyone else. There were small touches, lingering eyes, soft smiles and even softer words.
Last night was a rare occurrence; the team had a day off for the first time in what seemed like forever and Tony decided that everyone would spend it together “bonding”. There were board games and music and liquor and by the time everyone but Steve and yourself slinked off to bed it was roughly 12am.
You both were silent for some time, sitting in each others presence and soaking up the peace that was in the air. “It’s nice to have a day off, right?” Steve summoned you out of your comfortable silence and into polite conversation.
“Yeah, I think it is. Even the avengers need a break now and then.” you spoke softly, as to not scare away the moment.
Steve’s head was hung and there was a small smile hanging on his liquor kissed lips, “it’s nice to be here with you. you know, alone. i know we’re alone a lot, but i couldn’t help to want everyone to just leave us alone” A seemingly innocent confession. small and soft, for no one else’s ear but yours.
You don’t know how it happened, the last thing your remember is silk bedsheets and cool air, his soft, warm lips planting kisses on your body and saying your name quietly like a prayer; and before you knew it sleep took over you.
-
Soft warmth enveloped your body, radiating from the window you were facing. A lax arm around your smooth waist and quiet snoring. The clock on the bedside table read 8:46am; late for both you and Steve, but at this point, you didn’t care.
Carefully turning over to get closer to the sleeping body behind you, tangling your legs in his and your fingers in his pretty, blond hair. All you did for several minutes was try to remember the beautiful sleeping look on the soft mans face. It wasn’t long before hands started to grip your waist and eyes began fluttering open to reveal the most perfect shade of green you had ever laid eyes on. Both your faces contorted to lazy, morning smiles and he softly caressed the skin of your hips. If there was ever a moment to save to memory it was this moment right here.
“Good morning, sunshine” tumbled out of your mouth before you could put it back in. “Good morning, lover” came from his in response.
Lover?? Were you his lover??
An interruption of your thoughts came by soft lips hovering over yours, barely brushing against them. It felt like time stood still whilst you stared each other in the eyes, and finally a kiss was placed on your lips. Kind, sweet. A reassurance.
You were, in fact, this gorgeous mans lover and something told you to never let him go.
