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sparkledfirecracker · 3 months ago

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Sometimes I crawl out of my reading slump dungeon and this was the perfect thing to read after waking up.

Had me screaming throughout, here’s some thoughts 😌

You had ignored the gossip that it was especially for you, that the boss has some fondness for you. It wasn’t true, it couldn’t be.

Such a relatable thought process.

“It wasn’t nothing you broke her nose baby, now Bunny I won’t ask again” his voice was demanding but without malice.

What ya gonna do if we don’t say anything? Spank us? 😏, go ahead we’ll probably enjoy it, hahaha.

You contemplated lying to him.

“Don’t”

UGH 🙄, JUST LET US BE IN OUR FEELS AND GET ON WITH IT, ARI!

But Ari had wanted you to come to him, maybe it was selfish but he wanted you to need him.

Well Sir, you should be happy when I tell you this, we ain’t got no backbone when it comes to your presence 🙈🥵

“No it’s not Bunny” he answered before stepping forward and truly caging you between him and his large oak desk, his hips rolling forward so his heavy hard erection pushed into your silk covered soft belly.

YEP THAT’LL DO IT! ALREADY ON MY KNEES SIR!

“If you want me to stop bunny and I will, just say the words” he told you seriously as he pulled his thumb from your mouth awaiting her answer.

No no no no, no need for that. Keep going, keep doing what you’re doing. We like all of it, please and thank you.

Before you knew it his mouth was covering your and he had you on the desk, your skirt lifted and thong covered ass chilled by the cool wood while your legs wrapped around his waist.

YES NOW WE ARE GETTING SOMEWHERE.

A wet dream come true.

He sure is, it’s Ari fucking Levinson. The bonbshell of all gods. We will always be on our knees for him

You couldn’t even get your brain to truly function, you’d never been fucked like this. He was fucking you like his own personal toy and he was so so deep.

SMACK MY ASS AND CALL ME JUDY, BUT HOLY HELL, WOULD I SIGN MY SOUL AWAY FOR THIS!!!!

“Looks like I finally caught you bunny”.

And we ain’t mad about it at all 😌😏

Thank you for sharing this ♥️, this was so enjoyable to read this morning. I really loved it.

bunny

Ari Levinson X Black/WoC Reader (can be read by anyone)

You’re the new bartender at Ari’s club and tonight you’ve had enough with how the other women treat you but don’t end up fired like you feared.

warnings: Ari lol. Sex. Bullying. Insecurities about weight. Fat shaming.

note: I still have love for Ari but this is the only thing I’ve finished for Ari and probably won’t be writing anything new for him either bc of other hyper fixations taking over my mind 😂 but I hope yall enjoy it and all its errors bc I’m too lazy to fix them. I’m trying to empty out the fics in my notes so the range of characters I’ve been stuck on over the years is crazy 😂 this has been in my notes a month shy of a year 🙃

also reader is always written with a black/woc perspective but no actual description in this one other then weight.

The cool air danced over your exposed skin, working for a night club meant the exposure was necessary. It attracted customers and that usually meant you got good tips. You didn’t mind, you enjoyed finally having a reason to wear pretty things all the time.

You wasn’t even sure how you got into your current situation, you had been sitting across from your boss’s desk crying. You were so embarrassed when the tears started. Ever since you started the night club the other women working made your ��life hell, at first you thought it was initiation but it prolonged week after week. Next week making 4 months you’d been on the clock here and every day you worked was a day you had to deal with their bullshit, they were by far worse than the male customers that tried getting handsy. At least the male customers got dealt with and thrown out.

Apparently the club really never had much issue with the bartenders getting pushed up on, only the dancers, but when you started that changed. You thought your boss would fire you for the problems it caused at the bar but he just added security around the bar, adding a strict rule about the behavior at the bar and towards bartenders. Mostly you.

You had ignored the gossip that it was especially for you, that the boss has some fondness for you. It wasn’t true, it couldn’t be. All the beautiful skinny women running around you knew he sure as hell wasn’t interested in you. Yea, you knew you were beautiful, you had eyes you could see your face but you were fuller, more plump than any other woman here. That alone lead you to believe you couldn’t be his type, no other women who looked like you worked here. Didn’t that mean something?

You was surprised you even got the job, your potential boss did nothing but glare at you while the interview went on. He also told you dancing was off the table for you, but it had to be because you didn’t look like the other women. You were so hurt but did your best to not show it. You needed that extra money dancers got not believing you would do well fully clothed. Who did?

But you were wrong. The men drooled over you so much so the women complained about all the men being at the bar instead of their tables. Which meant you got great tips and more tips than usual since the men wanted to get their own drinks instead of the dancers bringing them to their tables. Men wanted to be around you.

Through out the long nights you’d always catch your boss glaring down from his offices floor to ceiling windows. It was remote controlled, he could black out the windows when he wanted or have them clear so people could see him. It made your stomach flip at the thought he had wanted you to see him staring.

Sometimes he’d have you personally bring his drinks up, which caused the men to groan with displeasure at your absence or he’d end the night by coming down personally for his drink when making inventory lists and everyone was gone and the cleaning crews took over. He’d always tip well. So well you didn’t have to work the rest of the week if you didn’t want to, but you did and saved your money like the plan called for. On nights you had the courage you’d asked him questions, simple questions as he sat across from you at the bar. “How was his day” and such. He’d humor you with short polite answers, a smirk playing on his lips at your failure to hide your nervousness and arousal. You’d always have to clench your legs when you’d finally hear his voice usually for the first time that night and see that smirk.

Ari Levinson, God he was a menace and the only person in the world you’d let call her some cutesy silly name like Bunny.

You felt his presence tower over you and your mind finally caught back up to the present moment. You were in his office because one of the other women finally pushed you to the breaking point. You was embarrassed that something to stupid could finally get you to react.

“What happened Bunny?” He husked while sharp blue stared down at you.

He was so close, too close, you could hardly focus. You wiped away a stray tear before taking a deep breath.

“It was nothing” you stuttered out, avoiding eye contact.

“It wasn’t nothing you broke her nose baby, now Bunny I won’t ask again” his voice was demanding but without malice.

You breath hitched as your eyes found his, storm blue ones raging. Though you totally misread it. What you miss took for anger because you let yourself believe the lies was Ari’s control hanging on by a thread.

You contemplated lying to him.

“Don’t”

Your eyes widen. Ari had to suppress the groan that fought it’s way up his throat at the sight before him. There you stood, eyes puffy from crying, lips red and swollen from nervously biting them, your teary eyes wide. Fuck that’s how Ari wanted to make you look but because of the pleasure he could no doubt provide.

“She..she..uh.. she said you only hired me because you felt sorry for me and you would never touch someone as fat as me” you whispered, face hot with anger as you pushed some of curly hair behind your ear.

As much as it pissed Ari off he couldn’t help the little happiness he felt at the fact that out of all the things he knew the women did to you, that made you react. Yes Ari knew about the way they treated you, this was his club he knew everything, hell he knew everything as he should about is his city. But Ari had wanted you to come to him, maybe it was selfish but he wanted you to need him.

“And I’m sorry I shouldn’t have reacted that way! It’s just been a lot with them! But please I’m sorry I really need this job and it pays so well I can’t afford to lose it!”

Ari stared at you while you word vomited in front of him. He was a little disappointed in himself for not thinking of it that way, that you wouldn’t cause a sense or make trouble by asking for help because of how much you needed the job.

He shook his head at you as his hand grabbed your face softly, his thumb stroking your cheek.

“Shh Bunny, calm down, it’s ok”

You were too shocked by the gentle caress to really hear his words.

“That’s not true, not at all” he said.

“It’s not?” You asked not completely convinced, your doubtful eyes searching his.

“Don’t you see what you do to me Bunny?” His deep voice groaned wreaking havoc on your nervous system. You gasped at the feel of him.

Of course you suspected he was large but feeling him, it, so strong and heavy against you was something your imagination could never come up with. You could cum just from him rutting into your soft belly.

Your hand flew to his shoulder to steady yourself and the other to get balance on the desk.

“Their just jealous baby because from the moment you walked your pretty little ass in this club I hardly given any of them a glance” he whispered as his lips ghosted up your jaw to nibble your ear.

You clenched your thighs as you groaned in his ear.

“And Emma, well she’s just mad because the last time I did fuck her” he stopped before pulling back to watch your face, you had went ridged under him, your face tight with anger. He continued before you could say something.

“I called her your name while I came on her” His voice was deep and needy as he confessed to you, some how his thumb had made its way into your mouth pressing down on your tongue while he watched your face. He realized he seemed to love doing that, watching your reactions.

You were slightly angry with yourself for being so turned on. You should be mad he was talking about fucking another women, yet you weren’t. You wanted more than anything to feel what Emma felt but to know it was you that he wanted and it was you he was getting.

“If you want me to stop bunny and I will, just say the words” he told you seriously as he pulled his thumb from your mouth awaiting her answer.

As sure of himself as he was there was still that nervousness deep down in his stomach you would say no. Turn him away because of who he was and what he did. He knew you, had been watching you since you started and you were a good girl, everything he wasn’t.

But you didn’t. With your eyes locked on his, you opened your mouth licking up the underside of his thumb before pulling it into your warm mouth to suck.

And fuck did Ari think his fucking knees would buckle.

“Good girl” he replied trying to pull himself together. He was about to cum all over your stomach.

It earned him a moan around his thumb.

“Now tell me what you want Bunny because if you want me then there is no one else, I do not share” he was serious, he had wanted you from the moment he saw you. Tried to keep you away because of his line of work but he was too selfish a man, he could only hold out for so long.

You released him with a pop.

“I want you and I want everyone to know especially Emma because neither do I” you said finally showing a more confident side.

Before you knew it his mouth was covering your and he had you on the desk, your skirt lifted and thong covered ass chilled by the cool wood while your legs wrapped around his waist.

Fuck you couldn’t believe he kissed this good, you didn’t even want to come up for air.

At this point both your legs were up, ankles sitting on his shoulders, high heel clad feet dangling in the air. Your skirt tucked up around your waist so he could see everything.

He needed to see everything. He fucking dreamed of this many of nights.

His cock was free, long and hard. He ran the under side of it between your folds and up over your mound. Over and over again driving you wild as he collected your wetness.

“Oh fuck Ari please”

“Please what Bunny?”

“Please please fuck me!” You whined.

Your body stilled at the intrusion, he was kissing you, running his hand up and down your body, pinching nipples trying to get you to relax just a bit more, he knew he should have worked you up more but he was past that, he had no control left, you were ready enough.

“Fuck” he groaned out appreciatively once he pushed slightly into you, your gasp ringing out in his ears as your natural manicured fingernails cut into his back. A pain he welcomed. You were so tight, tighter than he could ever dream of and wet, so fucking weak. You were already leaking on his desk.

A wet dream come true.

It was a few moments and thrust later you started to relax and Ari could really work into you.

“Oh fuck” you moaned out, both hands gripped the edge of the desk while his hands dug into you full round ass cheeks, your bottom hung in the air. Ari the only thing truly keeping you suspended. He loved this position because of how much control he had.

You couldn’t even get your brain to truly function, you’d never been fucked like this. He was fucking you like his own personal toy and he was so so deep.

Because you weren’t functioning you had never noticed the call he made on his intercom, you didn’t notice the door open behind him, never noticed the blonde staring furiously at the sight before her.

Ari balls deep into the pretty little bartender she hated so much, who got special treatment from the most fear man in the city, the man Emma wanted more than anything. Hell any woman who crossed paths with the blue eyed giant wanted him.

You didn’t notice until Ari leaned forward pressing into you completely causing you to scream out. Your fingers digging into his back once more, at this angle it was too much, you didn’t understand how he could feel deeper then he already was.

There she was eyes locked on them, her face red with anger and embarrassment like you had been not to long ago at her hands while she held tissue to her bleeding nose.

Ari cursed, the tightness of you too much, your wetness dripping down his sack and thighs.

“Fuck bunny, tight wet little pussy is daddy’s favorite, you gonna let daddy come in you?” He groaned out feeling both of your ends near.

Your eyes stayed locked on Emma as your fingers gripped his short hair.

“Oh fuck yes daddy! Please come in me! Fill me up” you moaned out.

You was sure the whole club could hear over the music and you couldn’t care less.

Your body shook and your eyes roll back as that sweet feeling set her body on fire, Ari stilled after a few hard thrusts that cause his heavy desk to scrape backwards before he roared emptying himself into you.

You squealed as another orgasm slammed into you, the feel of his hot seed sending you catapulting into another one. Your eyes blurred as tears flowed from the pleasure.

When you opened your eyes Emma was gone. You both were breathing heavy when Ari used his hips to thrust you up on the desk a bit more.

“Oh fuck” you yelled out feeling completely overwhelmed and overstimulated by his softening cock still buried deep inside you.

His hands grabbed your face, blue eyes locking yours in place.

“Looks like I finally caught you bunny”.

#lilo reads #ughdontbeboring #ari levinson #ari levinson smut #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x you #ari levinson fanfiction #ari levinson x female reader #ari levinson x black!reader #ari levinson one shot

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sparkledfirecracker · 3 months ago

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well 🧍‍♀️ as a reminder this blog is NOT a safe space for trump supporters but it IS a safe place for women, queers, trans ppl, people of color, undocumented people, and any marginalized group.

#let this be a reminder

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sparkledfirecracker · 5 months ago

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To every single one of you, remember;

Life is short

Do what brings you joy

Life is not worth the struggle (we cut out the drama and go to therapy)

Tell your loved ones you love them

Life is TOO short

#I love all of you #tell your loved ones you love them before it’s too late #emotional #love is kindness #reminder

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sparkledfirecracker · 6 months ago

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Suz, this image is so cute, lots of love coming your way too ♥️

#lilo answers #targaryenvampireslayer

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sparkledfirecracker · 6 months ago

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Jo, I’m wishing you nothing but the same 💕.

#lilo answers #jobean12 blog #sweet ask #purr in ink #love that drawn cat a lot

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sparkledfirecracker · 6 months ago

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#lilo talks #this #you’ll be in for a harsh awakening #the unfollow and block button are free

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sparkledfirecracker · 6 months ago

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NOT COLIN REFERRING TO “LITTLE COLIN” 🤣🤣, the moment I read that I died laughing (and I have to be quiet since I’m babysitting the mini munchkin). Colin is such a big baby and I’m here for it.

And yes, something sparked after you reblogged yesterday and it felt good to write it out (and not hate it, wanting to delete everything and stare at my screen not knowing what to write).

Truly, this was such a fun fluffy addition to an insight. A great way for me to meet Colin and his lover ♥️

This is what I imagine the gym boys do in their free time tbh

@sparkledfirecracker fyi

#lilo reblogs #chase your dreams away #gym au #drabble #just having fun

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sparkledfirecracker · 6 months ago

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i’m mourning.

my rights, my autonomy, my history. i’m mourning the things i cannot yet quantify that i will lose. but mostly for my mother. my grandmother. the women who bore me, raised me. i wonder if this is what they foresaw when they left home to become forever immigrants in the land of opportunity—because the most they could hope for was to half themselves, abbreviate their identities to “American plus____”. i wonder if this is what they dreamed for me. i wonder if they would have boarded different boats. if they would have boarded them at all. i mourn for my ancestors untold suffering, the ones who fought and died in chains so that we could be free for one brief, shining moment

#voice from the bones #boxofbonesfic #you tried #I am lost for words

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sparkledfirecracker · 6 months ago

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Well, she or he can be very convincing 😏

Unedited 18+ nsfw smutty content under the cut.

(Tw: fingering, dirty mouth, explicit language, explicit content)

It had started like any other morning. Nothing had been different, at least not that you had noticed. It hadn’t been until Andy had dropped the stack of files on your desk without a loud thud.

“Did I do something wrong?” You asked out loud, not in the mood to have to deal with his shit.

“No.” Andy grumbled, reaching for his phone as it started ringing. His office door slammed shut.

You stood there, shocked that he had thrown the door shut and not given a further explanation. He had known better than this. Pushing off your desk, you stood, straightening your skirt with your flattened hands smoothing out the the fabric.

The handle had been in your hand quicker than anticipated. Opening the door you stepped in. Overhearing the conversation he was having with what you assumed, his business partner.

“Colin’s got a dislocated shoulder.” Andy fumed. “It could’ve been much worse if I hadn’t intervened. We should fire them all - I know we won’t be able to accommodate the clientele we have running around now. We will have to manage. It’s a circus full of clowns.”

With his back still towards you, overlooking the entire fitness floor area, you sneaked up on him. You knew how hard he had worked to keep this place open. They were almost profiting in their first year of opening. It would be detrimental for all his fitness clowns to be fired in one go. Their profits would plummet, bankruptcy added to the scale of plausible scenarios.

You had seen the video, it had attracted over half a million views within the last 24-hours. As much as you hated to admit it. It was good for business. The guys were just being guys. Enjoying themselves after hours. Just letting go of some steam, while challenging each other to a game of catching the tissue. Quickest one winning.

Settling yourself against Andy’s desk, crossing your ankles and folding your arms across your chest. Simply waiting for him to turn around and notice you. Watching him the bridge of his nose. Letting out a heavy sigh.

“I’ll think about it. It’s a liability and potential for a lawsuit.” Andy argued. “We’ll talk later.”

The moment he hung up, was the moment you cleared your throat for attention. Andy spun around on his heels.

“Now sit down and talk to me or better yet - make it up to me before I’ll make you beg.”

“Beg?”

“Yes. You’re not firing anybody while throwing a hissy fit and being an asshole to me.” You rested you palms against the edge of his desk. The buttons on your shirt pulling tighter. Andy had never looked more attractive like he did right now. A surprised frown, but eager to work through whatever you had in store for him.

“I’m sorry.” He spoke up. Pulling an eyebrow up.

“You’ll have to do better than that.” A sly smile working on your lips.

“You want me on my knees.”

“It would be a great start.” You nodded, watching him get rid of his suit jacket and tossing it aside. He unbuttoned the cuffs of his sleeves and rolling them up and took a step into you. His mouth leaning down to kiss you. Placing a finger against his lips. Andy’s eyes widening at your action. “I told you to make it up to me for being an asshole not kiss me.”

Andy nodded, a playful smirk playing on his face as you remained locked into a stare. His hands fisting your blouse and ripping it open. Swiftly grabbing the material of your skirt and yanking it up.

“I don’t think you’re ready for what you’re asking.”

“All I’m asking is no one getting fired, Andy. I wanted you to beg for my forgiveness.”

He leaned down to your ear, his breathing tickling the sensitive shell. “I’ll fire no one if I get free use of your body and use it the way I see fit.”

“That’s a big promise for someone of your stature.”

“You’re questioning my abilities?”

“Maybe.”

“I promise you’ll be walking out of my office with my cum leaking from your pussy, still having to work. Everyone would know you’d let me your pussy with that beautiful disheveled look I imagine you with.”

Your thighs clenched together, it sounded like a nice promise. Almost too good to be true. Though it had been on your list of things to try. At Andy’s request you had handed him your sexcapade list of wishes. Things you’d trust him with to do whenever he needed a form of release. Working him through a tough situation at work. A mutual agreement that had escalated into something much larger. A deeper depth to your mutual feelings.

“See that large window over my shoulder? Have those pretty naked breasts of yours pressed against it and clawing at the glass as I fuck into you over and over again.” Andy proudly whispered, a smile tugging at his lips as a soft whine escaped your lips. “Never try to play a game you’re not able to finish, sweetheart.”

With that he closed the space between you both. His lips working your neck, jaw and lips. Your clit throbbing with a new want. A desired promise about to be fulfilled. Here you were on the receiving end of Andy’s wrath, because he needed an outlet for his frustrations.

One hand cupped your pussy and letting his fingers rub against you.

“Already an eager mess for me.” Andy approved as you bucked your hips forward. He slipped past the hem of your thights and laced panties. Slowly sliding his middle finger through your wet slit. Circling your clit as he slid upward before going back down.

He worked you up so effortlessly. Your body fully belonging to him. Obediently agreeing for him to take care of you and every need you craved.

Andy covered your lips as you gasped feeling his finger push into your hole. Curling it against the soft spot, creating a new wanted ache for more friction.

Crying out a begged whimper you felt the muscles in your stomach tightening already.

“Come for me, sweetheart.” Andy whispered against your lips. He probably felt your pussy tightening around his finger. “I know you want to be good for me. It’s okay, I’ll make you come again.” His finger kept curling inside you. “And again.” Another stroke. “And again.” Fuck he was good at making you a pliant mess for him to see. It was almost embarrassing how fast you came. Letting the orgasm wash through your shuddering body. “Good girl.” He praised, working the orgasm through, but instead of sliding out, he slipped another finger inside you. Pumping them in and out of your cunt. His hand entirely soaked with your sweet juices.

“Please Andy.” You begged, desperation evident in your voice. “I need another orgasm.” The way he was teasing you was going to be torture.

“Come whenever you want, sweetheart. I could do this all day.” Andy smiled, kissing your lips and remaining eye contact as he studied every frown, every crease, every reaction as he forced the orgasms out of your body one by one.

This is what I imagine the gym boys do in their free time tbh

@sparkledfirecracker fyi

#lilo replies #nsfw 18+ content #gym au #chase your dreams away #naughty writing #just a little thing #unedited

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sparkledfirecracker · 6 months ago

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HELL YES!

Andy would be absolutely livid whenever of them got themselves injured badly. Yes, even when they’re off the clock, but use the gym for their shenanigans. It’s a liability and Andy’s still responsible.

This is what I imagine the gym boys do in their free time tbh

@sparkledfirecracker fyi

#lilo gets tagged #chase your dreams away #gym bros

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sparkledfirecracker · 6 months ago

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Im so glad to hear you enjoyed reading through my crazy wildride of thoughts hahaha.

I loved how it was so focused on them as characters, having to work through feelings and emotions and struggles. Feeling in a way unwanted/unloved, it’s what makes them relatable. You truly captured that so well. The ending was perfect. The story wasn’t asking for a proposal or something grand. You gave them more than enough by finally coming together on their own terms (even when both are stubborn idiots-hehe).

💕 love you too, again - thank you for sharing this beautiful story with everyone.

Ordinary People

Pairings: Steve Rogers x black!Reader

WC: 5.8k

Warnings: brief smut at the beginning, angst, happy ending

A/N: I have been working on this fic for the absolute longest time and I am thrilled that it's done!!! beta'd by the always wonderful @donutloverxo Titled after the John Legend song because titles are hard. Enjoy beauties.

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Steve thinks this is exactly what heaven feels like. He’s got you pinned against the wall, your legs are wrapped around him pulling him deeper. You throw your head back on a moan and pull on his hair and Steve buries his face in your neck as he starts pounding into you even harder than before. Every part of you is squeezing every part of him. He swears he's never felt bliss like this. But then again he thinks that every time.

Your moans echo in the otherwise quiet room. He can never get enough of those sweet little noises you make for him. Only for him. He looks up as your back arches and that look takes over your face and he knows. Oh he knows his girl is about to fall over the edge and he's going right behind her.

It's late. Or maybe early, you're not sure. Time tends to lose all meaning when you're with Steve. Not that you would ever admit that to him. No, never. It's fun what the two of you have. It doesn't mean anything. You are both adults with healthy libidos who happen to be sexually compatible...

At least that's what you keep telling yourself.

You’re exhausted, not sure how much longer you can stay awake. You contemplate kicking Steve out, but he's usually gone before you wake up, so you don't worry too much about it. Your eyes are closed. You’re teetering on the cusp of sleep, only slightly aware of what's going on around when you hear it.

"I love you"

It’s so quiet you can’t be sure it was real. Maybe you’re imagining things, but before you can figure it out you tumble into dreamland.

He knows it's cowardly. He says it almost every day... just not when you can hear him. Sometimes he hopes you’re still awake. That you'll hear him and look up at him with those big beautiful eyes of yours and say it right back. He's never felt this way about anyone. He knows it’s true, but he’s scared.

Scared he’ll lose you. Scared you won't love him back. He's terrified you'll be added to the list of people he's loved and lost. So instead of saying it to your face he lays down next to you, quietly watching. You look so peaceful. The slow and even sound of your breath lets him know you are in a deep sleep. He doesn’t plan on staying long. He usually doesn’t. But soon the calm sound of your breathing lulls him to sleep as well.

You wake up warm, too warm...and you feel something heavy. Even heavier than your weighted blanket, which you are pretty sure you didn’t put on last night.

You realize there is an arm wrapped around you, turning over you see it’s Steve. Steve is the hot heavy thing weighing you down. You’re not sure how long it’s been, you’re not even sure when you fell asleep. But you're shocked and confused to see him here in your bed long after you’ve finished for the night. Sleepovers are not your thing. Either of you. In all the time you have been doing this he has never once been beside you when you woke up, and now he’s spooning you in your sleep? What is that about!?

It’s ok. You try calming yourself down. It was an accident. He definitely didn’t mean it, right? RIGHT!?

No of course not! What you and Steve have is casual. Light, fun, no strings attached, no emotions involved, and definitely no sleepovers. You two have sex, really good toe curling, mind blowing, feel it for days afterward sex. That’s it. That is the extent of your relationship. Well, you’re also co-workers. You are co-workers with a whole lot of benefits, but spooning is not one of them. For Christ sakes, his room is just down the hall. There is literally no need for him to still be here!

But as you glance back at him you can’t help but feel your heart skip in your chest at how beautiful he looks. The man out of time, always carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. He looks so serene, you hate for anyone or anything to disturb him. Cutting off that train of thought you shake your head. No, this is not an option.

Ok. You are just going to quietly slip out from under him and head to the bathroom since you really, really need to pee, and then you’ll regroup. You gingerly lift his arm in an attempt to detach yourself. You make your way to stand thinking you’re home free when suddenly you hear him shift and sigh. Shit, shit, shit!

“Hey, are you ok? '' Steve asks with his head tilted, voice still husky from sleep...and wow it is really working for him. You’ve never experienced fresh from sleep Steve before, but damn it is really doing things to you. You can’t decide what you like more: his mussed up hair or his deep voice that makes you just want to — no NO, cannot get distracted. Must focus. Ignore beautiful cerulean eyes and messy blonde hair. Have some self control damn it!

“Yeah..” you clear your throat “I’m fine, just going to the bathroom” you point in the direction of your excuse.

“Oh” Steve yawns “alright”, seemingly satisfied with your answer he starts to settle back into bed. Oh no. Is he getting comfy in your bed? Nope. No thank you. Thinking quickly you rather loudly say…”Yeah and you know you don’t want to miss your run with Sam. So I guess I’ll just see you around later maybe.” You scurry off into the bathroom, trying not to slam the door behind you.

Steve shakes his head confused. He would be perfectly happy to skip his run with Sam if it meant even 5 more minutes with you. He sits up in an attempt to tell you, but you close the door and he hears the lock latch. Confused and more than a little disappointed, Steve grabs his clothes and heads out.

Three weeks.

That’s how long it’s been since you’ve seen Steve. No, you are not avoiding him... there was a mission! Plus you’ve been busy with paperwork. Then Wanda needed help with Vision. And you had to wash your hair which you know is a whole thing. It is not your fault your schedule has been packed and...yeah, ok maybe you were avoiding Steve...but just a little bit. It’s not like he would notice...

You were avoiding him. Steve knew you were avoiding him. It's been almost a month and he hasn’t managed to speak to you. Yes there was one mission he was called on right after the last time you were together, but that was only a few days! You’ve changed your gym times so you’re never in there when he is. He’s pretty sure you’ve taken to eating exclusively in your room, or maybe an empty office? Hell, you could be eating in a supply closet for all he knows but you haven’t been in the kitchen. Or the dining room or any of the common areas really. He’s messaged you countless times most of which have gone unanswered, the few you have replied to you are always vague and curt. And what the hell was a deep conditioning treatment?

He can’t figure it out. Did he do something wrong? Did he offend you in some way? Did he, oh god did he hurt you? He would never forgive himself if he caused you harm. He needs to talk to you. He has to find out why you’re upset with him.

It’s late, too late. Normally he would be working these frustrations off on a punching bag but he’s been temporarily banned until Tony can figure out a way to reinforce them...again. Apparently he’s damaged too much of Tony’s property with his flying heavy weight bags so instead he’s in his office doing paperwork. Or attempting to at least when he sees it…

His eyes bulge out of his head as he reads the request and he cannot believe it. He’s up and next thing he knows he is running full speed to your room. He slides to a stop and starts pounding on the door at full strength, he’s definitely leaving a dent. But he doesn’t care, he has to talk to you. Right Now.

You’re supposed to be sleeping. Except you can’t. You haven’t gotten a good night sleep in weeks not since… but it’s not like he has anything to do with this. It’s just a bout of insomnia; it's unfortunate but not uncommon. You’re tossing and turning in the dark debating on if you want to try and keep feigning sleep or maybe watch some Netflix. Oh there are those adult coloring books you have! Yeah, the one with animals drinking cocktails looked pretty funny. Weighing your options is suddenly interrupted when you hear an ungodly loud banging coming from your door!

You jump out of bed hoping to answer before whoever is on the other side wakes up the whole damn compound. Not even stopping to ask Friday who might be on the other side you swing the door open in a fit of rage and suddenly you are staring into two angry pools of blue.

Steve is mad. He doesn’t think he’s ever been this angry in his life. But as angry as he is he can’t help but take a second to drink you in. All disheveled from what he assumes was sleep and...is that his shirt.

You’re confused. Seriously confused what on EARTH is he doing!? And at this hour you are about to tell him he is completely out of his damn mind when he holds up a sheet of paper.

“You put in for a transfer?” Steve’s jaw is clenched so tight he’ll be sure to give himself a headache.

Your eyes widen in shock and you stand there gaping like a fish. You aren’t sure what to say. You figured he might ask you about the transfer but you didn’t think he'd be this upset. You assumed you would talk about it calmly, during daylight hours...and while wearing pants. But before you can think of a response Steve shoves past you, You close the door behind him and pray those state of the art sound proof walls are as good as Tony claims they are.

“So what do you have to say for yourself!? Is this a joke?”

“It’s not a joke” You cut Steve off. “I put in for a position for the new West Coast team.” You say, unable to meet his eye.

Steve's whole body goes cold. He feels like the floor has been ripped out from under him all he can do is whisper “Why?”

You shrug nonchalantly still not making eye contact.

“I don’t know. I just wanted a change I guess… besides it’s a great opportunity.” You say cringing internally at your fake enthusiasm.

Steve scoffs. “A great opportunity for what!? For who!? I mean what about us?” Steve implores he doesn’t understand what you are thinking. He needs to know what he did to drive you away.

“I’ll still be a part of the team. Just on a different coast. Besides, everyone will be fine without me.”

“I’m not talking about the team, I'm talking about you and me, about us.” Steve says as he gestures between you. “Were you even planning on telling me?”

“Steve, what are you talking about ‘us’? I mean, we were just having fun. Blowing off steam...” You regret the words as soon as you see his face.

“That’s what this was to you? That’s all I was to you?”

The pain rolling off Steve is palpable. You’re unsure what to say. A tiny, tiny voice in your mind whispers to take it back but you don’t instead you put another nail in the coffin.

“I mean this was just casual right? It didn’t really mean anything, we were just having a good time.”

“Yeah well that may be true for you, but being with you. It meant a lot to me. YOU mean everything to me.” Steve’s statement left no room for arguing.

“I… what are you talking about? What are you saying?” You ask for an explanation, although you’re unsure if you want to hear it.

“I’m saying I want to be with you. And I know I’m late and I should have been more honest with you before but...I don’t want you to go anywhere. I want you to stay here with me. I want you to give this,” He gestures between you “give us a shot.”

He cannot be saying this to you right now. Completely overwhelmed with emotions, you’re unsure if you want to laugh, or cry or scream? Without thinking you go with anger pacing back and forth you begin yelling at the man in front of you.

“I can’t believe you're saying all this to me right now. I mean what did you think Steve? We would get married, ride off in the sunset and live happily ever after!?” You shout. You are so mad. You can’t believe he’s telling you all this. You have absolutely no idea where this is coming from. You have been sleeping together for months now and he never even showed a hint of wanting things to be more serious.

“I mean is it so crazy?” Steve can’t believe your reaction “You’re making it sound like being with me is not even an option.”

“It’s not ok. It is crazy Steve. I mean, God, it would never actually work.” You scoff. I mean he actually thinks he can be in a relationship with you? Of all people? He could literally have anyone in the world, what on Earth is making him fantasize about the white picket fence life with you.

Steve thinks he can actually feel his heart breaking. He tries to swallow the lump in his throat attempting to control himself despite the storm growing inside him.

“Well I’m sorry I didn’t realize the idea of being with me was so laughable.” He choked out.

You stopped your ranting and raving long enough to really look at Steve. He was looking down at his feet, his normally strong and broad shoulders were slumped. You didn’t even recognize him when he looked at you, his normally expressive eyes had a cold detached look in them. You feel a shiver go down your spine as your eyes meet. You wanted to reach out and touch him, to take it all back. Tell him you were lying, but instead you wrapped your arms around yourself and glanced away like a coward. Only further proving why you don’t deserve him.

“Since there is nothing keeping you here” He was in full on Captain mode now, a shining example of military precision. “I see no reason not to approve your transfer.” Steve took one last long look at you then turned and left.

Hearing the door shut snaps you out of your stupor. Everything about this was wrong. Steve wasn’t supposed to care and he definitely wasn’t supposed to be upset. Both your heart and head were a jumbled mess. So much so you didn't even realize when you started shaking. Easily convincing yourself of the AC making you cold you climb into bed and pull up the covers. When you finally do close your eyes all you can see are two sad pools of blue.

Ughh you thought to yourself. Examining your face in the mirror, you looked rough. It made sense you slept even less in the past couple days since your fight with Steve. Although fight might have been too strong of a word for it. It was more like a late night discussion. One which ended with him leaving your room completely shattered. But still that had nothing to do with your lack of sleep. It was just a bit of insomnia. Happens all the time, eventually it will pass. Who cared if you looked a little washed out, or if the bags under your eyes were bigger than your actual eye sockets right now. It's fine, nothing a little self care night can’t cure. You begin to gather the things you need for a night of pampering.

I mean who did Steve think he was anyway. Storming into your room and demanding explanations? The audacity. He had no right. NO RIGHT. You didn’t have to explain anything to him. Lowering the lights and lighting some candles you worked on cleansing your face for a heavy duty face mask. And what was all that talk? About him caring about you and wanting to be with you... Guys didn’t want to be with you. Sleep with you sure, a casual date maybe, but a relationship? Romance? A boyfriend!? No, you were used to being alone. You’d been that way your whole life.

You didn’t have friends. Or at least not close ones. You never really had anyone. Someone to confide in, to hold your hand when you got bad news, someone you could count on. You didn’t have that. You’ve never had that. Sure at some point it probably made you sad. But you’re perfectly fine now. Honestly it’s better this way. You were a solitary island of one. No one was worried about you and that was a-ok cause you were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself.

Steve on the other hand...Steve had people. He had this whole found family both from now and back then. There were people who worried about Steve, people who cared about Steve. So why on earth would he waste his time with you?

Breathe in, breathe out. Steve is focusing on his breath. His lungs going without hindrance. His strong legs starting him on another mile, taking him farther and farther from the compound. At this point he’s not sure how far he’s gone but it doesn’t matter. He’s not that skinny kid from Brooklyn anymore; he can go as far and fast as he wants. He’s sure no matter how far he’ll be able to make it back. He’s stronger, faster, tougher than any other human being on the planet. He can out run a moving car and lift and tank and...Steve trips on a raised tree root. Stumbling he barely manages to catch himself.

Taking a break, he sits against the base of a tree. He props his arms up on his knees and leans his head back so hard the sound is audible. Despite his strength, despite the serum running through his veins he’s having trouble catching his breath. He squeezes his eyes shut at the tears threatening to break free.

He just can’t figure you out. You seemed so appalled at even the idea of being together. I mean was Steve really that undesirable? Women have literally been throwing themselves at him since he came out of the pod. But you know Steve, you know who he is underneath all the fanfare and publicity. Was there nothing there you liked? Maybe instead of being invisible now he was nothing more than a prop. A dancing monkey who could throw a punch.

And Steve, he loved you. With all he had. He loved your laugh, and those little sounds you made when you tasted something delicious. God he would drive 45 min (one way) to the bakery you liked just to hear you make those sweet sounds. You were intelligent and hard working. He loved how you always said exactly what you were thinking and never let anyone take advantage of you. You were probably the strongest person he ever met. And although you tried to hide it behind your tough exterior Steve knew you had the biggest heart.

Steve loved you more than anything and you didn't care about him. No more than anyone else on the team.

Steve gets up dejected, and starts to make his way back to the compound. He starts off with a light jog but soon he’s running full speed pushing his body as hard as he can. He’s not sure what he did, or didn’t do but it doesn’t matter. He’s no more desirable now than he was then. No matter how many miles he runs or how many Hydra schemes he stops he’ll always just be the skinny kid from Brooklyn. He will always be the man with the unrequited love for you.

You had been deep cleaning in preparation of your move. Fresh start and all that. You were getting ready to head down to Wanda's room, she insisted you bring her anything you weren’t keeping rather than throw it in the trash. There's a proper home for everything, no reason to throw things away… or some nonsense like that, she had been begging you all week so you were finally giving in. As soon as you open the door, you see them.

Scattered in the hall outside your door. It was you . About a dozen drawings of you. Sketches in charcoal and colored pencil. They were beautiful. Stunning really. Someone definitely took their time with these. You couldn’t believe it, who on Earth would...ohhh…. you scowl as the realization dawns on you. Going back into your room you dump the contents of the box on your bed, then head back to the doorway filling the box with the photos from the floor. Standing up you turn and start walking ready to return the drawings to their owner.

You take about two steps before you see them. Even more sketches all of you are scattered throughout the hall. Ripping each one down as you pass each one infuriates you more than the last.

Steve wiped the steam from the shower off the glass and stared at himself hard in the mirror. He had been thinking about letting his beard grow just a little, he’d heard some girls like the way it feels when a guy…He shakes his head. It doesn’t matter, that was before. Steve doesn’t particularly like the upkeep of having a beard but he would have done it for you if it was what you wanted. He would have done anything for you.

But it didn’t matter because you were leaving and no matter how much it hurt, Steve had to move on. The truth was you didn’t want him, at least not in the same way he wanted you. He wasn’t enough for you and he had to live with that. He picked up his razor with a new determination. Slowly working the blade down his cheek he began getting rid of his stubble.

He was cleaning up the last of his mess when there was a pounding on his door.

“ROGERS!!” You screamed “YOU BETTER OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!!”

Shocked at the sound of your voice Steve rushed to the door completely forgoing clothes. It wasn’t until he swung the door open that he realized he was only in a towel. But it was nothing more than a fleeting thought as he focused on you. You were standing there at his door holding a box and looking absolutely pissed.

Storming past him in your rage you shoved Steve making him almost lose his grip on the fabric keeping his modesty covered. He barely had time to string together a thought before you dumped the contents of the box on the bed and started in on him

“What the hell Steve!? What is this? If you think for even a second...I mean why would you even do this!?”

You stormed over here in a rage but now that you were standing here you were having trouble figuring out what exactly it was you were mad about. And Steve, he's just over there looking absolutely delectable. Towel hanging low on his hips, all his muscles on display, his deep V taunting you making you just want to run your tongue… NO. Nu-uh you will not be distracted by this blonde hair Adonis. You can’t verbalize exactly what it is that bothers you about all this, you just know it does. And you want answers right now.

“Could you please wipe that dopey look off your face and answer me Rogers!? What on earth is this?” you demand picking up a photo at random and shoving it in his direction.

Steve recognizes the drawing of course. It’s a charcoal one of you sleeping. You didn’t exactly like him staying over but once in a while he caught glimpses of you. You always looked so peaceful. Actually, he’s done a lot of drawings of you sleeping.

Of course he had never intended for you to see these. His drawings were never supposed to see the light of day. Walking over he begins digging through the box and realizing with horror that you somehow got a hold of his artwork. At least all of his artwork of you. Which if he’s being honest, you’ve been the subject of all his work since he first met you.

“Where did you get these? They’re private.” Steve looks at you, brows furrowed. Christ he’s never felt so exposed. No one was supposed to see these, especially not you.

“Where did I..?” You give a humorless laugh “You’re kidding right? You pasted the halls with these. And what you thought I wouldn't notice? What is it you’re trying to pull here Rogers!”

“What is this some elaborate ploy to get me to stay…?” You tried to ignore the hope creeping into your voice.

Steve snatched the charcoal drawing from your hands and began putting the rest back into the box. Seeing the flush on his cheeks you began to lose steam. His confusions and embarrassment were genuine. You knew Steve, better than you would ever care to admit and you know he is not a liar.

“You really… you didn’t put these in the hall for me to find…?” Steve shook his head.

“Did...did you really draw all of these?” you asked gently.

Clearing his throat Steve confirmed, “Yes” collecting the box he moved the stolen art to the other side of the room away from you.

“Well, why...why would you waste so much time with..”

He immediately cut you off, “It wasn’t a waste. What would even make you say that?”

“Come on Steve, you have much better things you could do with your time.” you scoff, but the words hang heavy between you.

Steve cannot fathom what on earth would make you say such a thing. It doesn't matter how badly you hurt him he needs you to know, he needs you to understand.

“Whenever I think of you it makes me want to draw. Which means I want to draw about every second of the day.”

You still aren’t getting it. He can see you aren’t understanding. He needs you to understand how much you mean to him.

“When I wake up I immediately see your face, and I wonder how long it will be till I get to see you. When I’m not around you I imagine what you're doing. I go out of my way to run into you when I should be working. You’re all I think about sweetheart.”

You feel a lump in your throat forming at his words although you can’t articulate why. Pushing your tongue against the roof of your mouth to fight off the tears you attempt to collect yourself.

“Why do you care? What I’m doing, or when you’ll see me, why does it even matter?”

“Of course it matters sweetheart. You mean everything to me.”

Steve was beginning to understand. This wasn’t about him, it was about you. You seemed shocked at the idea he would pay any sort of attention to you. It broke his heart that you couldn’t see yourself the way he saw you.

“Look I didn’t put those drawings up, I don't know who did...but I don’t want you to go. I love you and I want you to stay. I want to be with you.”

You couldn’t pinpoint exactly when you started crying, but suddenly you realized there were tears on your face. Quickly wiping them away you decide to ignore the tears on your face along with the crack in your voice when you finally speak.

“I...why...I…” You couldn’t find words. He loves you. How!? Why!? Of all the people in the world.

You spent your whole life as an afterthought. Always picked last, never anyone’s first choice. And here was Steven Grant Rogers, one of the most wonderful people on the planet, in love with you.

“You’re you for Christ sakes. What could you possibly want with me? I mean I’m not...People don’t” You steeled yourself. “I’m alone for a reason ok!? I don’t get the happy ending. I don’t have family or even any real friends. It’s just me. So you should just go ahead and save all your drawings and romantic declarations for someone else.”

All Steve could do was stare at you. He couldn’t believe you truly felt this way. It made him want to hunt down everyone you had ever known and beat them to a bloody pulp.

But that had to wait, because right now he had to take care of you. He had to show you how much you meant. How much you mattered.

“Ohh sweetheart..” Steve whispered.

The sorrow in his voice broke you. You voiced every sorry pathetic thought you ever had and now you have officially lost it. You were openly uncontrollably sobbing. You couldn’t even catch your breath. You were on the verge of hyperventilating. It was too much. It was all too much you were being crushed under the weight of it all, and right before your knees could give out you were caught. Strong arms wrapped themselves around you and held you up as you felt soft lips press into the crown of your head.

Two Years Later

“How about this?” Wanda came around the corner holding a very unique looking hat.

You looked at her “For you?”

“No for Nat!” She said attempting to hand the hat over. The redhead besides you snorted, pushing the hat back towards Wanda “No definitely not I’m not buying anything here.”

“Natasha, you're the one who wanted to come shopping!” Wanda insisted as she placed the hat back in it’s proper spot.

“Yes shopping, not thrifting. We have access to Tony Stark's credit cards, which is essentially unlimited funds and you want to come to a place where you can pay 10cents for a tie.” She scoffs unafraid of making her disdain known.

“First of all this tie” You say holding up the item in question “is $10. Second of all, if you didn’t want to come you could have stayed home.”

“I’m pushing through till we can finally call it quits and go to lunch. Or you know an actual store.” She says crossing her arms “I still don’t understand why you two like thrifting so much.”

“Just because something is old or a little bruised doesn’t mean it's bad. It can still bring someone joy.” Wanda says while absentmindedly running her fingers over the tie you're holding. Then she looks up at you with a smile, “He is going to love this.”

“Steve” you call as you walk through the door.

“In here” Placing your bags on the floor you follow his voice to the kitchen. You find him standing over a pot stirring. Placing the spoon down he makes his way over to you wrapping an arm around your waist as he greets you with a kiss.

“What are you making?” You ask wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Your favorite” He replies with a knowing smile.

You squeak, “Really!?” He nods. “God I love you” you say as you pull him in for a deep kiss.

“I love you too doll. Now why don’t you put that stuff away and wash up. Dinner will be ready in a few” He says before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead and sending you off.

“Aye, aye Captain” You respond with a salute before leaving the room.

“Ughh I am so full!” You say laying on the couch with a hand over your stomach. “I mean absolutely stuffed. I am never eating again.”

Steve chuckles as he sits down lifting your legs to place them on his lap. He immediately begins massaging your feet.

“How was your day with Nat and Wanda?” He asks

“It was very good. Hill met up with us for mani pedis then we all got lunch.”

“Good, nice and relaxed now?”

“Mhhmmmm very, very relaxed.” you say twisting your body towards him as he kneads your heel with the perfect amount of pressure.

“Mhmm god you're good at that” you hum “No wonder I keep you around”

Steve chuckles at your comment, “Ohh yeah are my top notch foot rubbing skills the only reason you keep me around?”

“Oh most definitely I can’t think of a single other reason...Oh” your quip is cut off as you let out a moan as Steve starts working on a tight knot in your calf.

Having achieved his mission he smirks at you “Sorry what were you saying sweetheart?”

Shaking your head you remove your foot from his lap and sit up to look him straight in the eye.

“Alright, we have 2 options for tonight”

“What are those sweetheart”

“Well we could start the next season of Great British Bake Off...”

“You did say next season is your favorite…” He reminds you.

“Well it is my favorite season, but the night is young and there are plenty of other things we could do”

“Such as...”

“Such as... I could show you some of the new lacy items I bought today at…”

You’ve barely finished your sentence before Steve has tossed you over his shoulder headed directly to the bedroom. Bake Off can wait right now his girl is giving him a fashion show.

A/N - You were probably expecting a big proposal or a wedding at the end weren't you? Those are fun don't me wrong but I feel like this meant more. Just the two of them on an average day loving each other openly and unconditionally. This way you really get to see how far they've come and there is nothing sexier than growth am I right?

You made it to the end!! Hooray!! Thanks for reading <3 if you enjoyed please reblog and let me know. Or drop by and say hi, my ask box is always open! Thanks so much!! ❤️

#lilo reblogs #our marvel universe #kes is such a lovely human #boops are always welcome 🤗

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sparkledfirecracker · 6 months ago

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I enjoyed reading this. A very a soft plunge back into a fanfic story as I’ve not read, reblogged or liked a story on here for maybe a full year if not longer? I dunno, it’s been a while.

So here we go

You’re exhausted, not sure how much longer you can stay awake. You contemplate kicking Steve out, but he's usually gone before you wake up, so you don't worry too much about it.

Off to the doghouse we go. We can’t miss no sleep.

He knows it's cowardly. He says it almost every day... just not when you can hear him. Sometimes he hopes you’re still awake.

Uhm, wtf STEVE? Grab yourself by the balls and tell the woman you love her.

He doesn’t plan on staying long. He usually doesn’t.

Uhm, why we not staying Steve? This is super questionable behavior. What are you? A super fuckboy?

Sleepovers are not your thing.

Better start making it a thing, because we’re wasting time. Chop chop lovers👏🏼

You two have sex, really good toe curling, mind blowing, feel it for days afterward sex.

Where’s the sign up sheet, I want some of this super fuckboy sex.

Well, you’re also co-workers.

CO-WORKERS? FREAKING CO-WORKERS? OH HELL NAH, LESSON NUMBER ONE MAKES ME DUST OFF MY TRUSTY MIC 🎤: DON’T FUCK YOUR CO-WORKERS! HEY! DON’T FUCK YOUR CO-WORKERS. This better end well, Kes. I don’t know what I’m gonna do if these two knuckleheads aren’t going to make this work for each other.

Oh wait, we’re all superheroes here 👀, love it.

Superhero stance. BRB, got to change outfits.

But as you glance back at him you can’t help but feel your heart skip in your chest at how beautiful he looks.

Okay, okay, we’re calm, this is a good sign. Tell me it’s a good sign, please.

voice still husky from sleep...and wow it is really working for him.

Okay voice enchantment unlocked. This is very good. Alright, regroup the brain…like now. Fuck the stud in the bed! You both deserve the treat from admitting feelings and not breaking hearts.

no NO, cannot get distracted. Must focus.

yes, YES! YOU ABSOLUTELY CAN GET DISTRACTED AND YOU NEED TO FOCUS ON DELICIOUS MAN IN BED, NO FOCUS ON BRAIN. ALL LOGIC NEEDS TO BE YEETED OFF A CLIFF RIGHT NOW. NO THINKING. NO BRAIN. JUST MAN. JUST BED. JUST COCK.

Nope. No thank you.

I’ll demonstrate what you have to do. It’s real simple.

And you had to wash your hair which you know is a whole thing.

Really babe? We’re really talking about hair right now in order to avoid, Steve?

And what the hell was a deep conditioning treatment?

You should try it out, Steve. Would work wonders on your thinning hairline 🤭

All disheveled from what he assumes was sleep and...is that his shirt.

*kicks feet and screeches awake the entire neighbourhood.*

“You put in for a transfer?” Steve’s jaw is clenched so tight he’ll be sure to give himself a headache.

Someone needs to trap her, preferably impaled and locked in by something big, veiny and strong.

“So what do you have to say for yourself!? Is this a joke?”

So proper and neat. Who are you Steve? Mr. Rogers? 🤣, you actually are, but I was referring to the red cardigan guy 🙃. Oh Jesus.

“I’m not talking about the team, I'm talking about you and me, about us.” Steve says as he gestures between you. “Were you even planning on telling me?”

Pump the breaks, buff yet needy baby. What about “us”. Why would she tell you, there’s nothing going on apart from a bunch of casual hook-ups 🤷🏼‍♀️. What’s there to tell.

“That’s what this was to you? That’s all I was to you?”

Nope, Steve, we’re not doing this. That’s not nice. You did not vocalize your feelings either. Communication is key you know. You both lacked in that department. It’s not a one side party.

Wow, wow, wow, Steve. Calm down here. Who says we’re too late? First you’re blaming her and now you’re like don’t go, shackle me up buttercup.

You shout.

Now now, we were having a civil conversation. One like adults. Where we communicate with our inner calm voices. Not our trauma response voices.

Steve thinks he can actually feel his heart breaking. He tries to swallow the lump in his throat attempting to control himself despite the storm growing inside him.

There there, Steve.

“Well I’m sorry I didn’t realize the idea of being with me was so laughable.” He choked out

This made me feel bad for Steve. Now kiss, make up.

Now that’s a real punch to the gut without any actual physical violence.

Both your heart and head were a jumbled mess.

Then get it and screw your head right back on, because you’re about to lose out on a great man. A little needy and clingy. But definitely muscly and big, broad and buff.

No, you were used to being alone. You’d been that way your whole life.

Ding dong, you are not, Steve is on your path and you’re trying to make up all the reason to find a new pathway that isn’t there.

No one was worried about you and that was a-ok cause you were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself.

Ugh, I hate the internal rejection of feeling “unlovable” and not good enough for someone else. It’s not explicitly said, but it’s a tone of telling I’m getting from it.

So why on earth would he waste his time with you?

Because he likes you and enjoys spending time with you. You silly goose.

He’s stronger, faster, tougher than any other human being on the planet.

Only if he was immune to feelings. But here we are, he’s not.

Women have literally been throwing themselves at him since he came out of the pod.

Yeah, well, not with the best intentions.

He will always be the man with the unrequited love for you.

Then instead of sulking, show her, you love fool 🤦🏼‍♀️

Someone definitely took their time with these.

THIS WAS NOT A STOP, DROP AND ROLL KINDA DRILL, STEVE! 🤦🏼‍♀️. THIS WAS A AWKWARD HANDOVER WITH MAYBE EVEN SOME FINGER GUNS. NOT THIS. YOU TWO KNUCKLEHEADS BETTER START SEEING EYE TO EYE SOON, BECAUSE IM ABOUT TO STRANGLE ONE OF YOU FOR NOT SCREWING YOUR HEADS ON PROPERLY. ALL BECAUSE YOU WANTED TO FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF YOU’D FOOLED AROUND WITH A CO-WORKER. Unimpressed love fools, you both deserve a side eye 😒

Steve doesn’t particularly like the upkeep of having a beard but he would have done it for you if it was what you wanted.

I like how you incorporated the whole shaving debacle into the story.

“ROGERS!!” You screamed “YOU BETTER OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!!”

Someone better have come to their senses here.

Nu-uh you will not be distracted by this blonde hair Adonis.

Jesus, loosen up darling. Indulge yourself into that Adonis. It’s been a few weeks since you’ve made yourself go through this whole saint Mary rebirthing shit of avoiding and denying yourself from the one thing your desires the most.

“Could you please wipe that dopey look off your face and answer me Rogers!? What on earth is this?” you demand picking up a photo at random and shoving it in his direction.

Well, what do YOU think it is? I think it’s a draw or taken picture of YOU.

It’s not a pomegranate, what do you actually think it is? Have another go….

YES, THERE WE GO!

“Where did you get these? They’re private.” Steve looks at you, brows furrowed.

WANDA? BUCKY? WHO DID THIS? OH THEY DESERVE A SMOOCH ON THE FOREHEAD.

“Come on Steve, you have much better things you could do with your time.” you scoff, but the words hang heavy between you

Steve deserves a treat for spilling his vulnerability.

You spent your whole life as an afterthought. Always picked last, never anyone’s first choice.

Fuck this hit hard and made me sad.

Strong arms wrapped themselves around you and held you up as you felt soft lips press into the crown of your head.

She better have stayed after this

Sorry Nat, but it’s called sustainable living and not leaving a massive impactful footprint. So tone it down you spoiled brat. You never know which treasures you might find while thrifting.

“Your favorite” He replies with a knowing smile.

Well what’s the favorite dish 👀. Does it have a special Rogers twist?

He immediately begins massaging your feet.

I’m glad it ain’t my feet, because he’d be going to the ER for a broken nose since he so badly wanted to massages the ticklish toes 🤣

You’ve barely finished your sentence before Steve has tossed you over his shoulder headed directly to the bedroom. Bake Off can wait right now his girl is giving him a fashion show.

To be honest, this was the perfect ending for me. They’ve come a long way.

Thank you for sharing this piece with us all 💕, it was a cute read, even though I wanted to beat them both up a few times.