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Andy Barber + Ari Levinson + Chris Evans + Frank Adler + Ransom Drysdale + Steve Rogers

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instead of you

you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven | part eight | part nine | part ten | part eleven | part twelve | part thirteen | part fourteen | part fifteen | part sixteen* | part seventeen | part eighteen | part nineteen | part twenty | part twenty-one | part twenty-two | part twenty-three | part twenty-four | part twenty-five | part twenty-six | part twenty-seven | part twenty-eight | part twenty-nine | part thirty | part thirty-one | part thirty-two | part thirty-three | part thirty-four | part thirty-five | part thirty-six |part thirty-seven | part thirty-eight | part thirty-nine | part forty | part forty-one | part forty-two* | part forty-three* | part forty-four | part forty-five*| part forty-six | part forty-seven | part forty-eight | part forty-nine | part fifty* | part fifty-one* | part fifty-two | part fifty-three | part fifty-four | part fifty-five* | part fifty-six* 04.23.2023 | part fifty-seven (read early on my ko-fi!!)

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the boston brute - pt. 2 (sweden sounds nice)

The Boston Brute - Pt. 2 (Sweden Sounds Nice)

Pairing: NHL!Chris Evans x Athletic Trainer!Reader (female character)

Summary: When you graduated from Northeastern University, you had your sights set on the West Coast. And then you were offered a position with the Boston Bruins Athletic Training Department. And then you met Chris. A 6′3″, ruggedly handsome hockey player dead set on making your life a living hell by pushing every button and getting on every nerve. Despite your obvious distain for each other and the ‘No Fraternization’ clause in your employee contract, you’re drawn together in a passionate, fiery love affair that seems to burn everything in its wake.

Warnings: Chris is an asshollleeee, language, sexual innuendos, parental death mentioned, legal alcohol consumption (reader is in late 20s), reader talking down about herself a little. 

A/N: I need Connor in my life honestly. 

W/C: 8k

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All players and scenarios are made up completely. This story does not reflect things that actually happen in the NHL or with it’s players.

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“He’s not that bad…” 

You rolled your eyes at Connor, moving the mouse so the computer came to life. It was almost 8am, Connor’s appointment with you was at 8:30, but he always brought you coffee and joined you at open so he could talk your ear off about whatever or whoever he did this weekend. Today, it was different. You were beyond exhausted after being kept awake all weekend by Marlowe and Payton’s relentless porno making and were not looking forward to the fact that you had to deal with Chris later today, too, so instead of focusing on Connor, you vented. 

About everything. Not that he seemed to care. 

But first, it started with Marlowe and Payton and your annoyance with their constant need to be wrapped up in each other, Connor’s rebuttal being that you were sad and single. Maybe he wasn’t wrong… but that didn’t save him from the shoulder punch you threw his way. 

Then, you went off on a tangent about Chris. His attitude, his stupid fucking scowl and constant need to argue and undermine everything that came out of your mouth.

Connor’s ‘not that bad’ was in reference to your comment comparing him to Satan. You begged to differ. 

“He is that bad, Connor.” You scoffed, shaking your head while you sipped from the large latte he provided this morning, “He’s probably not all sexist and grumpy when he’s around you.” 

Connor’s eyebrows jumped up in surprise. “Sexist?” 

“Why else would he want someone else? He thinks I’m incapable of helping him because I’m a woman.” 

His eyes narrowed, “Did he say that?” 

You huffed in response, turning your attention back to the computer so you could print out the client sheet for today. 

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Make Me Love You: A Frat Boy!Tom Holland x Student!Reader Fanfic

Preface: Making the move from LA to Seattle is tough, but a certain British frat boy and avid golfer is there to comfort you. And maybe do a little more.

Fic Warnings: Language, frat parties, smut, sexual innuendos, alcohol consumption, fighting, angst, blood, mentions of therapy & medication, cheesy love, mentions of marriage + babies

♡ indicates the chapter has smut

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Chapter One // Chapter Two // Chapter Three // Chapter Four // Chapter Five // Chapter Six // ♡Chapter Seven // ♡Chapter Eight // Chapter Nine // ♡Chapter Ten // Chapter Eleven // ♡Chapter Twelve // Chapter Thirteen  // Chapter Fourteen // Chapter Fifteen // Chapter Sixteen // Chapter Seventeen // ♡Chapter Eighteen // Chapter Nineteen // ♡Chapter Twenty // ♡Chapter Twenty-One // Chapter Twenty-Two // Chapter Twenty-Three // ♡Chapter Twenty-Four // ♡Chapter Twenty-Five // ♡Chapter Twenty-Six // Chapter Twenty-Seven // Chapter Twenty-Eight // ♡Chapter Twenty-Nine // Chapter Thirty // Chapter Thirty-One // Chapter Thirty-Two // ♡Part Thirty-Three // ♡Part Thirty-Four // Part Thirty-Five // Part Thirty-Six // Part Thirty-Seven // Epilogue

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Alternative New York Scene

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Fake Instagram Posts by @illicitparker​​

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Moodboard by @softholand​

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     PLAYLIST | MOODBOARD

    summary • when bucky needs a date to sam’s wedding, he makes a deal with you. when it starts to turn into something a little more real, you realize how deep you’re in.

    word count — 12,721 words [on going]

    chapters — in progress

1. PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT

2. I’M LONELY, COME OVER

3. IN THE CLOUDS

4. I NOW PRONOUNCE YOU FUCKED

5. MR. & THE MRS.

6. THE WORLD’S WORST HANGOVER

7. OLD WOUNDS

8. WHAT ARE WE

9. WEDDING BELLS

10. NOTHING CAN TEAR US APART

11. EPILOGUE

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heir masterlist // ceo bucky barnes x reader

Warnings: angst, smut, swearing, alcohol

Summary: as much as you loved him, you couldn’t tell bucky about your son. he left you for his empire and now he’s looking for an heir. not that he knows that he already has one

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pairing ☽˚⁀➷｡ andy barber x fem!reader

summary ☽˚⁀➷｡ packing couldn’t be easier

word count ☽˚⁀➷｡ 3134 PART ONE and PART TWO

warnings ☽˚⁀➷｡ laurie making a move on andy grr😡, andy packing up a box, talking about tomatoes, shower sexy sex, fingering, praise kink, having to be quiet, andys hand over your mouth yum, breeding, laurie being literally crazy, school stuff, intentions kidnapping, trauma, crying, bad bitch vibes

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heir masterlist // ceo bucky barnes x reader

Warnings: angst, smut, swearing, alcohol

Summary: as much as you loved him, you couldn’t tell bucky about your son. he left you for his empire and now he’s looking for an heir. not that he knows that he already has one

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abducting the princess (prologue)

warnings: guns, blood, and death (I think that’s it)

word count: 790

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You could hear the gunshots, the grunting, and feet and bodies hitting the floor. You could smell and almost taste the iron from the blood. You knew that all it would take for this to stop was for you to go out there for them to see you but where you ready to give up your life to these people. You weren’t gonna do it until you saw him. They were going to kill him because he wouldn’t tell them where you were and before you knew it you were walking out and you couldn’t stop the words spilling from you mouth.

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Howling Commandos Tattoo AU - Series Masterlist

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Steve Rogers x Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female Reader x Steve Rogers Summary: The owners of the Howling Commandos Tattoo Parlor want to make you their best girl. Series Warnings:  Explicit sexual content, spitroasting, threesome, unprotected sex, flirting, tension, feels, tattooed Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers (they’re warnings, okay?) A/N: Welcome to my Tattoo AU where Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers are crazy about you. Thank you for tagging along on my journey, lovelies. Bucky and Steve edit credit goes to @nix-akimbo​! This world wouldn’t exist without them.

I am no longer doing tags for new works and series. Please follow my side blog @navybrat817-sideblog​ and turn on notifications! I will only post my fics and writing schedule there so it will not clog up your feed. We may see other drabbles and one-shots outside of the planned fics, but only time will tell. Happy reading!

I do not consent to have my work posted on any third party site or app. If anyone sees my work anywhere but here or archiveofourown under my same username, it has been reposted without my permission. 18+ Please!!! By reading this, you agree that you are at least 18 years old. Enjoy, lovelies!

Phase 1 - Invisible Ink

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Transparent - The morning after Invisible Ink Part 3

Phase 2 - Visible Mark - Parts will be posted throughout May and June

Visible Mark Posted 5/14

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Phase 3 - Eternal Brand  - Parts will be posted throughout June and July

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abducting the princess (prologue)

warnings: guns, blood, and death (I think that’s it)

word count: 790

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You could hear the gunshots, the grunting, and feet and bodies hitting the floor. You could smell and almost taste the iron from the blood. You knew that all it would take for this to stop was for you to go out there for them to see you but where you ready to give up your life to these people. You weren't gonna do it until you saw him. They were going to kill him because he wouldn't tell them where you were and before you knew it you were walking out and you couldn't stop the words spilling from you mouth.

"Don't do it I am right here let him go"

Wait that's not how our story begins, our story is not one for the faint of heart, it is not a story of happiness, gumdrops, and rainbows. If you can not handle the dramatic twists and turns of this story, you should stop before you get in too deep. This is the story of Princess Y/N of Coultoria and how well we don't want to give away too much of the story so let's go back to the beginning.

While the rain was pouring heavily from the skies one young woman was determined to get to her destination even if she had to walk through the mud to get there. She didn't think she would make it with it seeming that the sky was falling and the squishy wet substance getting in between her toes. Her hope was no longer shot because she could finally hear what sounded like an amazing party and see the lights of the tavern. She finally made it and now her eyes were finally on the end result, you see someone told her that a man in this building had the experience to do what she needed to be done. So she walked to the exact spot where she was told he would be and sat right next to who she hoped was him if not there would be a lot of trouble for someone. She was nervous but there was only one way for her to get what she wanted and what she wanted was worth it more than her nerves. She finally asked "Are you the one they call Bucky?'.

The man responded, "Who wants to know".

"Someone who could have a job for you"

"Yea I'm Bucky."

"Bucky I need you to kidnap the princess."

Wait guys, I don't think that is the beginning of our story either that seems more like you know what let's just start from the very beginning so we won't have this problem again.

Once upon a time The King and Queen of Coultoria had a daughter and they named her Y/N. Y/n had the life that every dreamed of well everyone, everyone except her. Now before you start judging her before you should get to know her. Y/n didn't always hate the royal life she used to love it adore it. That all change when she was 14 years old and night while she wanted to go to Ingrid's Ice Cream Shop with her parents. She remembers that day like it was yesterday they were leaving Ingrid's and they were walking down the side walk to get back to the car you could hear the breeze of the air but other than that it was eerily quiet when suddenly gun shots rang through her ears. She screamed and turned around to her mother's lifeless body laying flat on the sidewalk next to her. Y/N doesn't remember how she got home or the days to follow. One moment she was enjoying her day, the next her mother was killed, then she was at her funeral. This couldn't be her life. It took time but slowly she was able to face the world again or so she thought. Her father banned her from leaving the castle until she was married. How would she get married if never left her castle well after her mothers untimely departure her father became cold and unlike the man she knew for 14 years of her life and arrange his daughter to marry King Loki of Asgard. He claimed it was for the good of the country, the country whose citizen took her mother away from her at least that is what she thought. That is not the life that she envisioned for her self, it wasn't the life that her mother would've wanted for her. This wouldn't be the life any parent would want for there child so she started thinking of a plan on how she could escape this life and stop existing in a nightmare she wanted to live life again she knew this is what her mother would expect of her.

A/N: Hi guys this is my new story I am really excited for this and have some really good ideas and plans for this first chapter I am aiming to be released June 15th!! You can add yourself to the taglist here and as always and likes, comments, and/or rebolgs are greatly appreciated. If you need anything my dms are open!! Hope you guys have a great day

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hollandstanevans update

hey guys so this is my plan for right now. i’m going to rewrite awkward just make things clear and concise. to do political monster but make it a steve rogers au instead. get back to updating summer fling i’m thinking next post tomorrow and hopefully have daily updates if not def every other day updates. i’m planning a bucky x royal!reader series with the working title kidnapping the princess i’m hoping to get the prologue out either tonight or tomorrow and first chapter will be mid or end of june i get my wisdom teeth out in about 2 weeks so it just depends on how that goes. also my apologies for being mia i had a bad case of covid near the end of the school year and it was really bad and that itself is a long story but i think that covers most of it. any questions lmk and my dms are always open!!!

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pure excellence

A Royal Convenience || Tom Holland

| Prologue | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen | Part Fourteen |

Summary → When an alliance is made between England and France, you are sent away to marry the crown prince and heir to the British throne. Except both you and Prince Thomas despise each other at all odds, subjected to the hand of the monarchy and unable to stand each other.

AN → Surprise bestiesssss!!! This chapter is coming really really early. Even more crazy, this is the last official chapter!! I rewatched the episode of The Crown where King George died and took some inspiration from that, I think it was crafted beautifully. 120% recommend the show if you enjoy historical pieces as well!!! Part fifteen is going to be the official epilogue for ‘A Royal Convenience.’ Then I’m planning on taking a bit of a break from this story, after that I’ll take blurb requests occasionally to keep up. I have definitely fallen in love with this story while writing it, and I’m so thankful for everyone who has taken time to read it. This chapter is definitely more ominous, but I feel like it was necessary to sort of come to an end of this story.

Pairing(s) → Prince!Tom x Princess!Reader

Warnings → Strong Language, Death

Word Count → 3.1k

Nobody ever tells you what it actually feels like to have your entire world flipped upside down.

Tom remained completely silent. Not a word did he speak, his expression blank and empty. Your eyes had glossed over soon enough, not because you mourned the King, but because you mourned yourself and Tom. Mourned your life as individuals.

He said nothing. Standing up, you watched him lace his trousers and put on his tunic. Exiting the room with steady breathing and a poised stature.

Sitting up, you pulled your nightdress off of the hardwood and over your head. The room was an eerily silent, the candlelight flickering a bit as you sat. Outside was more commotion than you’d ever heard with the walls of Windsor Castle. Rising to your feet, you had no time to reflect on all that had happened in the past twenty-four hours.

A knock sounded through the door. You let out a shaky breath and flattened the wrinkled material of the nightgown. You must’ve looked like a mess, but unable to fix yourself in the current situation. Muttering a quick ‘come in.’

The door creaked open to reveal Anne at the archway. She stood there oddly still for a moment, her face somber and stricken with grief. You couldn’t quite move, staring back at her in complete and utter shock.

“Your Majesty,” she whispered as she gave a deep curtsy in respect.

As if all of the wind had been knocked out of you, your stomach flipped and you felt the urge to fall back. The title made you want to lean over and throw up, your head beginning to spin at the thought of all of this.

“Oh, Anne,” you responded quietly.

She stepped into the room and went to the wardrobe, pulling open the wooden doors she sifted through a few things and pulled out an abundance of black fabric. Sitting at the edge of the bed, you could feel the blood rush to your face.

Within minutes, Anne had laced your corset up. All of your garments had been secured and she was finishing the sealing of the gown at the back. You would wear black, traditional in mourning of the death of the sovereign. She pulled your hair back and styled it simply, this was no time for extravagant updos or beautiful flowers.

Never had you and Anne gone silent while she readied you for the day or evening, there was always too much to talk about.

Today you said nothing to each other.

The door opened once again, this time Tom stepped through the wooden entryway. He was dressed in formal mourning attire, both of you sporting black. Anne immediately turned to face him, curtsying just as she had done with you.

“Your Majesty.”

Tom stiffened, looking down at his shoes and walking up to the mirror. He fiddled with his cuffs, pursing his lips and looking to you. He looked like a shell of the man you’d been with only a few hours ago. His face had lost all of its color, if anything he was pale looking.

“The carriage is waiting,” he finally spoke up. “We’d better not keep anyone waiting. The Prime Minister has already been informed, meaning every other nation of the Commonwealth has been as well.”

“Alright,” was all you said.

Standing, you let him guide you out of the room in a hurry. The halls of bustling staff had come to an abrupt halt, they all stopped the moment you both stepped into the hall. Passing by each and every one of them, a bow or curtsy followed.

This wasn’t necessarily different, but the looks on their faces were. As if realizing they were no longer looking at two unruly children, they looked downwards in respect. Standing a few inches apart, you and Tom made your way down an abundance of steps and through several long hallways.

Once you reached the familiar large space at the front of the castle, you strained your eyes to recognize the figure standing at the door coming inside from where you’d board your carriage. It was Harrison, tired eyes and hatless, he held a blank face that resembled most of the expressions you’d seen.

In all of the time you’d known Tom and Harrison, you had never seen him bow. Figuring it was a mutual respect between both of them, you didn’t think about it much. His eyes held pity and somber. The stiffness in the way he approached you was much less of a friend and more of a subject and Private Secretary.

And for the first time since arriving in England, Harrison unquestionably bowed his head to Tom. Turning to you, he gave sorry eyes and dropped his head once again.

“I came as soon as I’d heard, I am so incredibly sorry,” he said to Tom.

“Thank you, Haz,” he responded curtly. “Now, there’s got to be a reason you’ve gone out of your way to come here rather than wait with mum at the palace.”

Harrison nodded, taking a step back and looking around at the surroundings of Windsor. He had come all the way from his own home to pay his respects and give his condolences. Though, you could only assume how much was on his plate as the Private Secretary of the King of England.

“Yes, while I wish I could be with Her Majesty—” he stopped himself a moment. “Her Majesty, The Queen Mother—I thought it best if we decided your regnal name here.”

Tom stayed quiet a moment. You tried to imagine calling him something other than his name. Especially something so stiff, something like George or Albert. And sure, there was nothing wrong with those names, they’re fine names. However, they’re not his name.

“Don’t be daft. My name was Thomas mere hours ago, and Thomas it shall remain. Too many things are about to change, I’d prefer my name not be one of them.”

“I figured, now—you’d best be on your way back to Buckingham Palace. I’ll be around just after you. The Prime Minister should be along shortly, he’s heard of your departure and plans to meet you. There, I’d assume you’ll talk of the meeting at St. James tomorrow.”

You looked over to Tom, then back to Harrison. While having been in England for a time, you still weren’t aware of all of their formalities and traditions. Much of this sounded like a foreign language.

“Tomorrow is the day I meet with this Accession Council, they’ll officially name me King. In a few months time, the Coronation will take place at Westminster Abbey where both you and I will be crowned King and Queen.”

They spoke a few more minutes and you exited through the stone archway and walked into the space for carriages. Tom came up behind you a second later, extending a hand out and helping you up and onto the plush bench. He brought himself upwards and sat beside you, however, this felt nothing like the ride you’d taken after the wedding.

The only similarity was your lacking the ability to keep your eyes open. Drowsily falling in and out of consciousness, the drive passed quicker than you’d expected. It was the loud chiming of the bell tower throughout the London streets that sent you sitting upright. Stunned, you looked out the window of the carriage and realized the darkness had faded out.

“It should ring every minute for the next hour or so,” Tom remarked quietly, easing your confusion. “It’s tradition.”

Leaning back against the seat, you noticed the deep purple bags beneath his red eyes. Presumably lacking sleep, Tom’s appearance remained intact and like that of a prince—well, king, you remembered.

The clanking of the wheels halted soon after you’d come through the gates of Buckingham Palace. A moment later, the door swung open and two guards stood on either side of the opening. Tom stepped out first, then reached back to help you onto the ground.

Many members of the staff had been sent home, that was clear the moment you entered the palace. The usual bustling halls were solemn, the occasional servant stopping in respect. For the first time, the paintings staring back at you creepily was not the strangest thing. It was the fact that Nicola would move out, and you and Tom would move in.

He spoke to a man dressed in the respective all black, nodding quaintly and murmuring a few things back his way. A second later, you were being directed through the palace to a wing you’d never been before.

Everything and nothing had changed.

His hands flattened themselves against his trousers, you making the rash decision of reaching over and pulling his tensed grip into your own. Seeming to relax, he continued to guide you through many large doorways and down several corridors you hadn’t even known existed.

“What are we doing, Tom?” You asked, “shouldn’t we see if your mother is alright?”

“We will. First, I’d like to see my father,” he replied.

This surprised you, especially with everything his father had put him through as a child. Of course, everyone mourns differently and it would be perfectly understandable if he was overcome with grief and loss. However, his expression displayed something other than mourning.

Reaching the tall, dark wood doors was a bit more anxiety inducing than you’d expected. It seemed a given that you’d stand outside while he had a few moments in private with Dominic, but he only nodded at the guard standing watch by his door and pulled you inside once it was opened.

The air was thick with death.

The linen had been pulled up to his chest, his skin matching the color of the sheets almost exactly. Eyes sunken in, veins protruding from every angle. If it weren’t for his permanent scowl, he might’ve looked at peace.

“Did he suffer?” You murmured, looking over at Tom.

“I hope so.”

This sent the hairs on your arms standing up, Tom slowly approaching the bed in a stalking manner. His eyes were glossed over, tears threatening to spill at his waterline. Once he reached his father’s bedside, Tom ran a stray hand through his hair in frustration.

“You told me that you were glad to never have to live to see the day I’d become king,” he said through gritted teeth. “Well take a good look, you aren’t missing very much.”

He leaned down further, lips pressed together and eyes narrowed. You couldn’t quite read him, but his actions showed deep sadness and anger. The way he brought his tensed fist down on the bedside table took you back, tears clouding his vision.

“You ruined my life, father. This—this is the last thing I’ve ever wanted for myself and for my family. And perhaps you’re right, maybe I will not make a good sovereign. At least I’ll have succeeded you, though.”

It felt inappropriate to add anything, especially in something so personal. Staying silent, you watched as he lay his hand flat against his father’s chest and lean into his other hand. Wiping away any moisture under his eyes, he looked up and observed the final expression on Dominic’s face.

“You made every waking moment a living hell for me and I hope you rot for it, you sick bastard.”

Turning away, he stared at the wall a moment. A few sniffles escaped, a long sigh and another pointed look at his father’s corpse. Somehow, that few seconds felt like drawn out minutes where you watched nothing more than a boy take his role as a king.

He straightened his posture and rubbed his eyes until the tears were nonexistent. The only remains of his unhappiness resided in the redness of his eyes and the flush of his cheeks. Flattening the material of his overcoat and trousers, he brought his hands down shakily.

With a final word, Tom leaned in further than he had previously and pushed the straying hair falling over his father’s forehead. He drew his lips into a hard line, breathing deeply before standing up straight and closing his eyes. Murmuring something underneath his breath, he opened his mouth to speak one last time.

“You have been dead to me for years. I’ve nothing but pity for you. With that—may God have mercy on your soul.”

The sound of footsteps filled the air, Tom’s hand placing itself at the small of your back and leading you out of the double doors you’d come in at. The guard bowed his head, shutting them the moment you both exited.

One of the King’s advisors stood in front of you, behind him was Harrison. Grief stricken, it was clear that he and Dominic had been somewhat close. He took his time bowing to both of you, but let it be significantly longer than usual.

“Your Majesty,” he addressed Tom in a whisper. “I’ve come to give you my condolences.”

“Thank you, Neil,” Tom expressed in numb gratitude. “Now, if you’ll excuse my wife and I, I’m on my way to meet my family and then the Prime Minister.”

The man nodded generously and stood back, Harrison perking up and following behind you both a moment after you began to walk away. It was only when the man, Neil as you’d picked up, spoke in the most gut wrenching tone. His words holding so much meaning and housing so much depth.

“Long live King Thomas.”

Tom stopped dead in his tracks for only a second, the slightest breath escaped his lips before he continued on. The look that passed his face said something of ‘what am I doing.’

Trembling a bit, you inhaled and pinched your eyes shut. This is reality, you thought to yourself. The show you’d have to put on would not just extend past today, it was for life. Just as Tom had told you so long ago, there’s no way out of this.

The Crown must always prevail.

“The Queen Mother and your brothers should be waiting just off this wing, there you’ll take the next staircase down to the throne room where you’ll be greeted by the Prime Minister,” Harrison spoke. “It should be brief, nothing too mad.”

All three of you turned the next corner onto a narrow strip, all dressed in black were the boys and Nicola. Her face may have shocked you most of all, in her eyes was true and unhindered sadness. Standing beside one another, their heads shot in your direction the moment you turned into the corridor.

There was no need to speak, or to say anything really. Your heart had begun to thud increasingly faster, swallowing hard as you walked. Nicola stepped forward first, her eyes down and her face lacking the usual brightness.

Tom approached her with the look of a son needing his mother. He was met with a shrill display of the handing over of power. You took in a sharp breath the moment she nearly sunk to her knees, her head down in respect and her eyes teary.

“Mum,” he whispered softly.

She stood from her curtsy, meeting his eyes and kissing his cheek. Her hand cupped the side of his face a few seconds, then she turned to look at you. This time she couldn’t help letting the single tear roll down her cheek. She first kissed both of your cheeks, pulling back and looking you straight in the eyes.

“I am so sorry you did not have more time, I often find myself wishing that I did.”

With this, she fell into a deep curtsy. As if the silence couldn’t deepen anymore, the creaks in the floorboard sounded in your ears. She rose, staring at you in the most mourningly way of all. This was the moment you felt your girlhood slip between your fingers and shatter beneath you like a glass.

Moving to the side, Sam took light steps to stand before his brother. He gazed at him as if he was looking for someone inside of his glossy eyes, as if he was looking for his brother. He dropped his head, stepping back and over to you.

Holding out your hand, he took it and kissed it affectionately before giving a soft and reassuring look. Then he bowed and went off to stand with his mother. Sam followed, repeating almost the exact same actions as his brother before him. Though, it was when Paddy stepped forward with teary eyes and bright red cheeks.

It felt as if you’d watched Paddy grow up in the time you’d been in England, the way he held his head high and looked at his brother pridefully. Before Tom could let his brother say a thing, much less bow down to him—he sunk down to Paddy’s level and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“You needn’t bow to me, brother,” he murmured so low only the three of you could hear. “Not today.”

“Papa, he’s dead. I saw him—”

Paddy’s words brought a tear to your eye, his arms wrapping around Tom before anyone could scold him. He returned the gesture, letting Paddy bury his head into his neck before pulling back and nodding.

“Help take care of mummy, won’t you?” He asked him. “I fear she’ll be unwell for awhile.”

“It’s not fair,” Paddy whined. “I want to live with you, here—at Buckingham Palace. Mummy says we have to stay at Balmoral now, I could stay with you, couldn’t I?”

“Paddy, none of this is fair. None of this will ever be fair, you’ll come to this realization soon enough. And I wish you could stay here, believe me I do. It’s not possible, though. Besides, I’m counting on you to help Harry and Sam now that I can’t be there all the time.”

With a sigh, they pulled away from each other and Paddy walked over to stand beside Nicola with tear stained cheeks. Tom stood, looking over to you and reaching up to push a bit of hair out of your face. Then he began to walk ahead, ready to perform his first duty as King. You stayed back for a moment, only just in range to hear Harrison’s shaky and flat voice behind you.

“God save the King,” he breathily whispered.

Nicola stood up straighter, looking over at him and then to Tom and then finally over to you. With goosebumps trailing up and down your arms, you took in a large breath and furrowed your brows before taking a step behind Tom. Only then did she say what everyone seemed to be thinking.

“And may God save the Queen.”

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It had been a week and a half since I spoke to Peter.

The pain was almost unbearable at times as I wondered how he was doing and if he was okay. And then I would scold myself for always catering to his needs and not my own.

I know I deserve better than this. I didn’t deserve to be treated like a side piece he was unsure of keeping. I didn’t spend years giving him the best of me just to be here at the end of the day floundering in the midst of our troubles.

My mother had been giving me hints that maybe it was time to look for a loft or apartment of my own. She mentioned open spaces at buildings we passed during our daily walks and she would even try to get me to go inside.

I would just brush it off and tell her that we could another time.

But truthfully, I wasn’t sure if maybe I would end up packing my things by the end of the day and head back home to Peter. I missed him and our time apart was killing me inside. It was pathetic, but I couldn’t care less. I just wanted him to hold me.

Later on that night, I spent too much time on the couch with my mom. We were watching movies and crying at the incredibly cheesy scenes. Then my mom found one movie she said helped her with the toughest breakup. Obviously, I knew she meant my father.

“He’s Just Not That Into You?” I scoffed. “Are you trying to tell me something?”

“No,” she laughed. “I just like the movie.”

I’m sure there was something she wanted me to see, so I obliged and let the movie play. When Jennifer Aniston and Ben Affleck came onto the screen, I felt my shoulders slump in defeat.

“God, Mom, I don’t want to watch this.”

“Sweetie—”

My hand waved for her stop and I got up from my seat on the couch. “No, no. I’m going to head on to bed. Night.”

She only mumbled a goodnight back before I went into the guest bedroom. The only belongings of mine was my suitcase I packed with a few outfits and toiletries. I had went over to put some of my things together once Peter had gone to work the next morning after our fight that night.

When he got home later that day, my phone continued to blow up in calls and text messages.

Honey, why did you take your suitcase?

Please call me.

I love you. I miss you.

Can we talk, please?

I really want to work this out.

Honey, come home.

Every single voicemail and text made my heart ache more. I wanted to go home so badly, but there was no use if I was just wasting my time with him. So, I sucked in a breath and dialed his number.

It only rang twice before he whispered my name into the mic of his phone.

“Y/N.”

When his voice seeped into the speaker, I could feel my entire body fighting to melt. I cleared my throat, though, and instead I spoke clearly for him.

“Hi. Are you busy right now? I know it’s late, but—”

“No, no. Do you want to come here? Home?”

I wanted to say yes and hurry on over. Everything in me screamed to find him and rush into his arms just so he could tell me everything was going to be alright.

But it wasn’t. Because this wasn’t a movie. This was real life. The cold, hard truth.

If we kept things the way they were, neither of us would be happy. I couldn’t be happy.

“I can head over, but I think it’s best if we take a walk.”

The silence on the other end was nearly deafening. When I heard him swallow and release a tiny breath, I could almost feel him nod.

“Sure. See you in a few?”

“See you in a few.” And then I hung up.

I felt a tiring wave rush over me, my body craving for any sort of relief I could find under the covers.

But instead, I put my hair into a bun and slid a denim jacket over my shoulders. When I headed into the living room, my mom had already gone to bed. I did my best to keep quiet as I shoved my feet into my sneakers.

The walk was short as usual. There were hardly any people in the streets as it was nighttime during the beginning of fall. The chilled air felt nice against my warm face.

When I rounded the corner to the apartment building, Peter was already outside. He was sitting along the steps, his fingers twisting and pulling at his hair or the strings of his hoodie. Even from here, I could see his tired eyes.

I took a step forward and he turned to look at me almost immediately. His incredible hearing was slightly annoying at times.

“Hi,” he breathed out, scrambling to his feet.

Shyly, I gave a single wave. “Hi.”

He licked his chapped lips before fumbling with his hands as he shoved them into the pockets of his sweat pants. “Do you still want to go on that walk? It’s a little cold. I know you like it, but it’s late, too. We can just head inside—”

“Here is fine, Pete.”

His eyes lowered to the ground for a moment and he nodded stiffly. He sat back down at his previous spot and moved over a couple of inches for me to follow. When I did, I almost leaned in to take his hand. I guess it was a habit after eleven years.

“Tomorrow’s our anniversary.” Peter noted, his eyes carefully looking at my features. They were searching for something and I pretty much knew what it was exactly.

I looked away for a moment to catch my breath. Staring at him was so overwhelming at times and I couldn’t even show my affections as a result. He was beautiful in every way possible, that I just had to caress his face or even his hands as a way of letting him know I was in love.

After recollecting myself, I whispered. “I know.”

He cleared his throat and he faced me better as he spoke. “Can we just— I want you back home. I can’t stand that you’re not there with me. I mean, I see your things, but not you. I miss you so much. Please, honey. Come home.”

Tears pricked at my eyes, a couple falling shortly. My hands went to wipe them away, but he was already doing it. His warm hand felt nice against my face as it swiped away any signs of pain.

“I can’t, Peter.” I croaked.

“Why not?” His teeth gnawed at his lower lip and I almost scolded him.

Instead, I stood up again. He followed suit as I took a few steps down. When I turned to look at him, his eyes were now brimmed with tears, as well. He was nearly shaking. I knew well that it wasn’t from the cold. His temperature was always a bit warmer than the natural one of an average human.

“I can’t be with you anymore, Peter. Not when I know that the rest our life looks so unsatisfying to me.”

“W-What?”

I sighed heavily as my head began to ache. My feet started to pace the pavement. “We can’t keep just dating for the rest of our lives. I meant what I said the last time we spoke. I can’t just be your girlfriend for the rest of my life. I won’t do it!”

He looked nearly broken down, but his words had a slight edge to them. “You really just can’t live with the fact I don’t believe in marriage?”

“No! Because that’s bullshit! We talked about it before. We fantasized what it would be like and where we would move to next when we got the chance! We dreamed of getting married and having kids, starting our family! Now—now, what? You just don’t want it anymore?”

Peter got down the remainder of the steps to lock his gaze on mine. His eyes were sharp, but passionate as he usually was when he argued. “We can still have kids, Y/N. I love you and I am committed to you. Why can’t that be enough?”

“I already told you why!” I nearly screamed, my finger digging into his chest as I prodded him. “What happened that made you so against it? What happened to our dream?”

“It was your dream—”

“It was OUR dream! You know it wasn’t just mine, it was ours! You were the one who brought up the idea!”

“We were kids!” His voice was broader now, nearly shaking me at my core. But I wouldn’t back down. Not without a fight.

“But they were real!” I cried. My hands shook almost violently as I tried to stand my ground. The tears by now were nearly blinding me, but I blinked them away each chance I got. “I saw it in your eyes when we talked about our future. You were excited and determined. What happened that you can’t even imagine it anymore? Peter, I told you what I want and if you can’t give it to me, I can’t—I can’t stay.”

“Y/N—”

“I’m serious, Peter. I can’t do this anymore. I won’t.”

He was quiet then, his mouth open to find the words to magically make things better. But we both knew there was nothing he could say at this point to calm my tears. Nothing that could make me come back.

“Um,” I sniffed, wiping away the tears and calming my racing heart that was shattering by the millisecond. “I’ll be by this weekend with a truck to get the rest of my stuff when you’re at work. I think it’s best if we get some space, too.”

Those words must’ve caught him by surprise as he was then trying to catch his own breath. “You don’t mean that. You don’t,” His head was shaking, reaching for me as I backed away. “Y/N, you don’t mean that!”

“Yes, I do.” I whimpered, the sight of him so hurt destroying me. “I love you, Pete. More than life itself. I just can’t keep waiting anymore. I have to get a move on with my life and so do you.”

“There is no life to live without you.”

I covered my face to hide my silent cries. I just needed this pain to end. How badly I wished I just stayed in and hid under the covers. Or how I should’ve kept my mouth shut that night I left. But I also wish he felt different. I wish he could change this one thing about him. But that’s not how it should be. Neither of us should be making sacrifices or compromises.

“Please. Don’t leave me,” His voice was hoarse as he cried along with me, his hands prying at mine to look at me. He was successful as he cupped my face. “I can’t do this without you. Please, please.”

Every fiber in my body ached for him. I wanted to comfort him in any way I could. He always needed me in the same way I needed him. How was I going to go on now? Living a life where I didn’t have my partner by my side?

“I love you,” he whispered tearfully. “I love you so much.”

I shut my eyes and soaked in the feeling of his touch on my skin. His forehead leaned into mine and my legs almost gave out underneath me.

He tugged my face closer to his, capturing my lips into a kiss. It was messy and rough, almost like we were trying to mesh our bodies into one.

I wanted to pull away, but I couldn’t. Not when it felt like I was supposed to kiss him for the rest of my existence.

Our hands were grabbing at one another, entangled in the other’s hair or tugging at our shirts. The rest of the world was absent. It was like a symphony had played in the background, louder than the cars and chatter of the world. Truthfully, it felt the same as our first kiss. Maybe it was best that this was our last.

I untangled myself from him, my eyes still tearing up. “I love you, Peter, but I can’t stay.” And with that, I left him.

When I had gotten home, it felt like the walls were crumbling and the ceiling was collapsing in. I tried to keep quiet as I hid in my duvet. My chest hurt physically and I choked out soft sobs into my pillow.

The next day, I ached all over. My head throbbed and I could still feel the lingering pain in my chest. I decided then that I was staying in bed for the rest of the day. I spent my time looking at the window, the blinds shut. The sun tried to peep through the blinds, but all I could see was the shadow as the day passed.

My mother tried to get me to speak to her about why Peter was calling to ask how I was doing. I didn’t know how to respond to that, so I didn’t. She left me alone shortly after that.

While I laid there, rotting away, my mind filtered through the past eleven years. I was daydreaming about all the special moments with Peter. And then I angrily wished I could have told myself then to protect my heart and not give all of me away.

She was so disgustingly in love. Her entire world was wrapped around this boy who she couldn’t even count on—this boy who would betray her.

When I fell asleep, my dreams betrayed me by showing my younger self. She wasn’t alone, but attached to the younger version of Peter as well.

They were kissing and laughing and hugging as they stood underneath a willow tree. It swayed with the wind filtering through its leaves as Peter and my younger self danced.

I woke up with another throbbing headache and tears brimming my eyes, evidently falling down my grief filled face.

When the weeks inevitably passed, I was forced inside the dressing room of a wedding shop. My cousin, Elizabeth, was getting fitted as the rest of her bridesmaids did the same.

“I just don’t get why you’re having the wedding so soon!” My other cousin Beatrice prodded, her eyes sneaking looks at her sister who was watching me being fitted.

I kept quiet, letting the seamstress do her work. The dress was a pretty lilac made with a fabric that allowed me to comfortably move.

Meanwhile, my cousins bickered back and forth over the incoming wedding. It was already a week away. Truthfully, I didn’t care nor needed to know too many details. I just heard it would be held at a banquet hall and the groom paid for it to be lavish, feeding Elizabeth’s expensive taste.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a tad envious, but I was happier for Elizabeth. She met the one in a span of two years and he was ready to give her everything she wanted.

“Quit it! Victor and I are happy. It’s just what two people do when they’re in love, they get married!”

The air left the room as soon as she said that, but I was too busy staring at the way the dress hugged me nicely. I had gained a tad bit of weight, meaning my breasts and hips filled the dress.

When I realized they were staring at one another and me, I looked up to send them a knowing glare.

“Guys, it’s fine—”

“I shouldn’t have said that, I’m so sorry!”

“How are you doing, sweetie?”

“Yeah, I heard you moved into your loft!”

“Oh, right! Nana said you loved it.”

I held a hand up at my cousins, exhausted of the pitiful stares.

“It’s okay to talk about the wedding and love and commitment and whatever else. I don’t need you to filter your words just to make sure I won’t have a nervous breakdown. I’m fine.” When I stepped away from the mirror one final time, they looked at me nervously.

“Are you really?” Mariah asked me carefully.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, but tugged a few strands of hair behind my ear. When I nodded, I said, “I’m okay. Let’s talk about something else now, yeah?”

Thankfully, they obliged.

When the following week flew by, I did my best to keep it together during the reception. I wiped away a few tears and played it off as happy ones. In reality, I was miserable. Emotionally, at least.

Things at work were going great and my group of friends took me out every weekend. It was nice in some ways. But when it was time to go back home to my quiet studio, I tried not to dwell too much on everything I had lost.

“Don’t you just look beautiful,” a voice said from behind.

I turned my head, my eyes widening at the sight. “Harry!”

He smiled a glamorous smile and shot me a wink. “Hey, gorgeous.”

Immediately, I stood from my seat and wrapped the man in a tight hug. “Jesus, you’ve gotten taller?!”

His laughter was quite charismatic, too. He pulled away at arms length, analyzing me shamelessly. “It seems I have. But look at you! How did you get even more breathtaking?”

The way my face must have been crimson red was slightly embarrassing, but I shoved his shoulder playfully. “Quit it. Why are you here? Groom?”

“Yes, ma’am. He’s a good friend from college. Now, he works for me over at Oscorp.”

“What a small world!” I gasp.

He sends me another one of his glamorous smiles and helps me back into my seat, pushing in the chair. When he got situated next to me, he cleared his throat. “So, where’s Peter? Last I heard, you two were living somewhere in Queens?”

I take in a deep breath. “Well, we broke up.”

“What? No, really?” His eyes had practically bulged out of his head, his hand swiping over his hair once. “My, gosh. No ones safe, huh?”

I look at him in confusion.

“Well, you two were the couple everyone just hoped to be like. I mean, you were Peter and Y/N. Always together, always so close. It’s been over ten years! Gosh. I’m so sorry to hear that. How long it’s been?”

I tried not to seem too fazed over his words. So many people have said the same thing to me plenty of times since the news broke out. “Over a month and a half now.”

Yet it still felt like a fresh wound.

Harry takes my hand then, his thumb tracing over my knuckles. “I really am sorry, Y/N.”

“It’s okay, really. I’m fine.”

His tongue drags over his bottom lip and he looks at me intently, as if trying to determine if I was lying. His hand let go of mine at some point, but not until he complimented me again. Thankfully, he didn’t say anything else about the previous subject and instead asked about other things like my work. When we began chatting about his, he let me in on some information about his benefits and how he’s enjoying himself.

“That sounds great, Harry. I’m so happy for you. I always knew it’d work out for you, didn’t I?”

He laughs at that, his hand resting at my knee now. I took a mental note that he had been more handsy with me than usual. In high school, he was more aware of Peter by my side and respected him enough to not do anything out of our comfort zone.

“You were my number one cheerleader, N/N.”

I smiled warmly then. “You just needed someone to believe in you.”

“Thank goodness I had you, huh?”

“I suppose,” I shrug, but not before flipping my hair over my shoulder dramatically.

After the two of us laughed, there was a moment of silence. It wasn’t awkward, which I was thankful for. But I could tell his mind was racing.

“Harry, what’s wrong?”

He looked up at me with his brown doe eyes, before clearing his throat. “Well, I’m in a bit of a predicament.”

When I didn’t say anything, he continued.

“How long should someone wait before going on a date after a break up?”

I paused. “Well, however long that person needs.”

“How long do you need?”

My eyes widened at his brave words. I tried to say something, but I was practically bewildered.

“Harry. . .”

“I know it might be too soon, but I’ve always felt something for you, Y/N. Always. Can I please take you out to dinner next week?”

His gaze continued to bore into me. I didn’t know how to feel yet, but as if I had been sure, I smiled.

“Yes. I’d love to have dinner with you.”

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pairing: ex!bucky barnes x reader (modern au)

summary: desperate to find a place to stay after your boyfriend cheated on you, you end up crashing at bucky’s apartment, the problem is he’s the ex that you never really got over and he’s got a new girl who doesn’t like you very much.

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Three in the wee hours of the morning saw you seated on a park bench, a chilly breeze caressing your face as you shivered, despite the jacket that you had pulled around yourself, you could barely suppress the cold that threatened to overwhelm you.

You shouldn’t be here, alone in New York City, almost pitch-black streets with the usual dim lamppost flickering occasionally, but you were stuck, with nowhere to go, god, you should have seen this coming from a mile away, the unusually long business trips, the extra hours he was clocking in at work, the new cologne, hell, the new Armani shirts that he had bought, claiming that it was for a promotion interview.

You of all people should have known that he was cheating, and yet you let the red flags slip past, maybe this was what being blinded by love was, so blind you could barely see the signs right smack in your face, and as if to make things worse, you had to go home, arms full of groceries, planning for some dinner that funnily enough only you did the planning for, only to see him screwing your best friend on the sofa you had bought just a month ago.

Needless to say, you were outmatched by the two of them, forced to pack up your things and leave his apartment, and there you go, sitting in the middle of central park, two duffle bags on your lap, silent as another tear rolled down your cheek. 

You had nowhere to go, normally you’d crash at your best friend’s place but seeing how you found Veron on top of your Brock, that was a huge no go.

You looked down at your phone, you were left with a pathetic ten percent of battery, deciding to scroll through your contacts, desperate for somewhere, anywhere at all really, you found yourself stopping at his, you never could figure out why you kept his phone number, despite having broken up with him three years ago, his name still stands in your list of contacts.

God, you could still remember how broken he looked, after that last argument, things were thrown, the apartment a mess when you left, tears streaming down his cheeks as he asked you to try again, to stay and you left.

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