Slutty Princess ❀

fluffy smut ensues- enjoy, friends.

“Hi love,” A crewman on Alexander’s latest film, and the first friendly face she had come across since arriving on set, wrapped a free arm around her shoulder and kissed her cheek lovingly. “Alright?” He asked.

“Alright,” She smiled and set her purse down by her feet. “How’ve you been Pete? Busy, I bet.”

Peter shrugged and removed the headset from his ears. “Absolutely. Always. You uh… chose an interesting day to visit us,” He remarked with a quirk of a wildly unkempt eyebrow.

“Oh?” She asked and craned above the heads of the scant crew in search of Alexander. “I was hoping to surprise him…”

Peter cleared his throat and cocked his head to the side, his expression uneasy. “They are about to film their second and final love scene of the shoot.”

She swallowed hard and settled back onto the balls of her feet, her heart thrumming wildly in her chest. Two options suddenly become apparent to her: she could cut and run; blame it on a forgotten zoom meeting, or a lunch date with an old friend in the same city. Alternatively, she could swallow back the nausea rising steadily in her throat and remain rooted to the spot. Both options left little room for pride and her cheeks flamed under that realization, and the burning set lights around her. “Oh, that’s alright.” She smiled, shyly.

“You sure?” Peter asked. “Georgia’s camp have asked for a closed set to maximize privacy, and the entire thing was choreographed this morning, so we’re hoping to squash it in as few takes a possible.”

She appreciated his honesty and the soft, protective tone of his voice immensely, but it did little to quell the nervousness that prickled at her unpleasantly. “Sounds great,” She muttered under her breath.

Someone called out to Peter and he rubbed a hand over the rounded curve of her shoulder, offered her up a reassuring smile. “In any regard, he has been waiting weeks to see you. Cannot stop talking about it. He’ll be over the moon that you’re here.” He offered her one last knowing look before wandering off in the direction of the disembodied voice.

She had known exactly what the script entailed before production on the film had even begun, so this could hardly have been a surprise, and yet inexplicably, she still felt blindsided by it.

She watched Alexander and his co-star enter the set, designed to look like a minimalist bedroom. Laughing and talking easily about something, as if they weren’t just about to film a painfully intimate scene. Without warning, the lights around them dimmed almost to nil, and the film’s head spoke into a megaphone.

“Alright guys, here we go. We know what we’re about to be doing, we want total silence, let’s try and get this thing smashed in as few takes as possible, shall we?” A dismal murmur of agreement resounded throughout the crowd as the director counted down and shouted action.

She couldn’t make out what was being said between the two actors, but she watched them approach each other with a familiarity reserved only for two people who had grown to know each other in ways solely attributed to unforgiving hours on a movie set. She watched him approach her, watched a large, sure hand entwine itself into her golden tresses, watched him bend toward her, two pairs of lips locked in a dance only they knew. It was difficult to watch and not imagine the effect it was having on him, but a past conversation swam into her mind’s eye, and aided in easing her trepidation the slightest bit.

“It’s never how you think it’s going to be kid,” He had assured over warming amber beers, in a quiet corner of their favourite pub a year ago. “It’s quite possibly the least sexy aspect of the job. And yes, it is intimate. How could it not be? But there are so many people watching you and- so many of them have differing opinions on how it should be performed…” He sighed, frustrated. “Once I know I’m doing one, I like to try and get it out of the way as soon as possible.” He read the uneasy look on her face like an open book and reached for her hand, squeezing it thrice across the marred wooden tabletop. “It’s always been you, kid.”

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH *deep inhale* HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-

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you knew that they'd take her in a heart beat. that was never a concern that crossed your mind.

but you never knew just how honored and excited the two of them were at the prospect of accompanying their little friend to a dance where they could be acknowledged further, as a family, until you walked into your home, leah's small hand in yours and a bag of groceries in the other, and saw the rose petals adorning the threshold of your home and trailing into the living room. the scent of the petals hit your nose immediately, and while you wanted to relish in the sweet scent, your little girl had other desires, wondering who was luring you both into the living room.

you have to go through those "stranger danger" steps again, clearly.

Warnings: Non-con/rape fic, abuse, degradation, forced impregnation, swearing, just plan evil Alex, Bill being a creep, Black Reader but anyone can engage

He was so unpredictable; you never know when the next high or low will strike you, but the trick is just to flow with the tide. Or should I say, roll with the punches. 

It was currently 7:18pm and you've got the roast in the oven, the veggies and sides on the stove, but none of that matters because you’re preoccupied being tossed around like a rag doll. 

Yes, he gave you clear instructions; to be kneeling at the door when he got home. That’s all you had to do, but then your phone rang. Your work phone, and if you wanted to keep your well deserved job then you had to answer it. You had your back turned to your office door when you heard the front door open. You didn’t turn around because you knew who entered. You silently cursed under your breath as your co-worker realized the time and decided to let you go. 

No, keep me on the phone. Please don’t hang up. 

Your silent pleas fell short as you said your goodbyes and you had to face the giant in the other room. The phone is set down on your desk, you take a deep breath and turn to leave your office. When you turn around, you’re met with a menacing glare.

Neither of you say a word, but you stand there shakily. 

“Alex-” you finally break the silence, but only to be met with a harsh crack to your face. You lose your balance but catch yourself on your bookshelf. You turn around with a new fire in your eyes, “Goddamit! You can’t do this to me just because-” 

He lightly popped you in the mouth. 

“STOP HATING ME BECAUSE OF MY JOB! NONE OF THIS IS MY FUCKING FAULT, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!” 

There you were, on the white shaggy rug in your home office that was now stained with crimson droplets that came from your plump, and now purple bottom lip. This is the third time this week you’ve been in this very situation, but this is by far the worst. You knew he was stressed and you overworking wasn’t helping because now your schedules don’t match up, but that was no excuse. It took you a second to remember your surroundings and where you are.

Before you could even properly comprehend, you’re being lifted off the floor and dragged to the living room. There, you’re met with eyes you didn’t know were present. He’s just sitting there. Why wasn’t he helping you? You thought he was your friend.

You were thrown down at Bill’s feet. You tried to grasp on to him, but you were dragged back by your feet. At this point you didn’t know what was happening or what was going to happen, but nothing prepared you for what was to come.

Here’s a little piece I wrote for my friend @differentcatcat​ ❤️ She wrote me a great piece couple of weeks ago and I wanted to create something special for her. I hope you’ll like it honey, enjoy ! ❤️

Pairing: Alexander Skarsgard x Black oc Summary: Alex's newest controversially young girlfriend, Evie, lives life with her head in the clouds. Not much of a fan of watching movies or keeping up with celebrities, she never cared much about him being an actor. What she likes most about him is that he is kind, down to Earth, mature, and a gentleman. But, excitement for their future together comes to an immediate halt... Now having to rethink introducing this man to her parents; a date-night to a premiere for his newest movie, Pillion, hits Evie with the shocking revelation of just what kind of actor her boyfriend truly is. Author's Note: Just something short and kinky in excitement for the US release of Pillion, coming February 6th, 2026!! <3 Warnings: #Dark!Alex #Manipulative!Alex #Dom!Alex #Sadist!Alex #SUPERKINKY

#Deceptive!Alex #Obsessive!Alex #Cutesy!OC #Fem!OC #Naive!OC #Sub!OC #AgeGap #SlightBratTaming #SizeDifferenceKink #HumilationKink #DegradationKink #FreeUseKink #SlightlyNonCon #OutsideSex #PublicSex #RoughSex #CreamPie #SluttedOut #BreedingKink #FilthyAF #ToxicAF #SmutAF #18+ #SorryForAnyErrors #ShortStory #Argumentative #ManHandling #IDEK #PetNames

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point is, stunning <3

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Peter Parker x Reader (Friends). Peter Quill x Reader (FWB).

Warnings: Ahhhh language. Sexual Content. So much pettiness it hurts. Friends with benefits. Female embracing her sexuality so don’t call her a slut. Otherwise a lot of groveling and arguing.

A/N: If you like the ending of Endgame, stay away from this. I don’t want to hear your crying about Steve belonging with Peggy. Just don’t read it, it’s not that hard. Okay? Okay. Also Endgame spoilers.

When you put the world right, yours falls apart. Steve went back to replace the stones. But lingering questions and feelings keep him in the past. Breaking your heart in the present. But when Steve returns, mistakes under his belt. Realizing that somethings just don’t work out like you hope. But nothing is the way it was when he left. Life carried on, and more time passed than he thought. You’re not the same and sorry just doesn’t make it right again. But you have your own issues and coming home only brings them to surface. Can you figure out what you want, or where you stand? Is there anything left between the two of you or there someone else for you?

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Wow I was really going through it with this one, huh? I think I listened to Bring Me To Life by Evanescence for the entire two hours it took to write this. I never write this fast-- I'm really going through it LOL! I hope you enjoy lovelies! It's the first Steve fic for Dinner at DIzzy's!

Appetizers (Tags): Angst

Entres (Pairing): Nomad!Steve Rogers x F!Reader (Third Person)

Sides (Prompts): 3: “Apparently I’m volatile, self-obsessed, and don’t play well with others.”

Notes: This has a ton of swearing, Requested by Anon

Word Count: 1.8k

Dinner at Dizzy’s Master List

“Just because you’re the leader here doesn’t mean you have the right to be an asshole, Steve!” Y/n hisses at the man, fists balled at her side.

She’s not going to swing. She would never swing on him— at least she doesn’t think she would— but right now she’s so damn close. All day he’s been pushing her around, yelling at her for the slightest trip ups. Yelling at all of them. She understands that being fugitives isn’t easy but holy shit can the man chill out for five minutes? She fell asleep in the backseat of the car for five fucking minutes! Certainly that doesn’t warrant the hour tongue lashing she just got. It does, however, warrant her retaliation.

He takes a step towards her, face twisted in a snarl unlike anything she’s ever seen before. “Watch your language!”

She doesn’t back down— she’s not scared of him. “Don’t fucking yell at me then! Stop being a dick!”

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Avenger!Reader

Summary: Three times Steve was a good boyfriend and one when he wasn’t.

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: swearing, Steve being an asshole, fluff, angst

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“Baby, hurry up!” you exclaimed as you dragged your boyfriend’s hand along the busy streets of the farmer’s market as he begrudgingly followed along. It was a sunny day today and you managed to convince Steve to come along with you to the local farmer’s market to buy fresh produce for the compound. He knew you loved roaming around the streets, visiting all the possible stands you could go to, but this was the first time he got to see it in person. Being the leader of a group of crime-fighting, alien-killing, apocalypse-stopping superheroes had its perks, but it also meant not getting to spend time with you as much as he wanted to. 

You barely got out of the compound yourself. Being part of the said group of superheroes yourself, the most time you spend outside the compound was on missions with Steve and the rest of the team. And all of those times spent on missions, you treated Steve as your captain rather than your boyfriend so it was times like this wherein your hand is tightly wrapped around Steve’s as you lead him through the food-filled roads are what the two of you treasure the most. 

Summary: Y/N comes home early from her work trip, just to find Steve cheating with another woman

TW: Angst, cussing, cheating

Wordcount: 1.8k

 “Are you sure you don’t want me to tell Mr. Stark or Mr. Rogers that you’re coming home early?” Happy asked as he glanced at the woman beside him before focusing back on the road. “No, I want this to be surprise.” Y/N answered with a smile as she watched the passing cars, admiring the beauty of the sunset that was happening. “Can we stop downtown real quick? I need to get some stuff.” Y/N asked as she turned to Happy, who only nodded.

 Together they walked inside a flower shop, Y/N immediately grabbing the bouquet Steve would like the most. It was always the same and he always said those were his favorites, not really for their looks but for their meaning. Red camellias, which roughly meant “You’re the flame in my heart”, scorpion grasses which were also known as Forget-Me-Not and were a sign for true love and Gloxinia which were for love at first sight. She smiled at the unusual flowers in the bouquet, but it fitted Steve perfectly. Also, she adored his curiosity for flowers, it was just adorable when he stumbled upon a book called Language of Flowers by Kate Greenaway and was immediately fascinated. “Do you need to go somewhere else, Y/N?” Happy asked as the exited the flower shop, Happy being the gentleman he is taking the bouquet for her. “Yes, we need to go the bakery a few streets down, then we can head home.” She smiled, almost starting to skip down the street out of excitement. She couldn’t wait to come home to Steve, even though she was only gone for roughly 5 days. Even after a 4-year relationship she still felt the same aching for him when they were separated for even a day.

 “Let’s head home.” Y/N sighed with a smile as she took a seat in the passenger seat, smiling at Happy who got behind the wheel, starting up the car. “Mr. Rogers is a lucky man.” Happy smiled as he drove through the overflowing streets of New York City. “Is that so?” Y/N replied with a smile, admiring the lights of the city. They were beautiful, but often it was just too overwhelming for her to be in the city for so long, especially with Steve. Way too many people, especially when they came up to her and screamed about her boyfriend. When she was outside the compound with Steve, she was nothing more than a photographer and at times, it got exhausting. “Yes, men appreciate when their girlfriends do little things like that, even though it might not seem like it.” Happy smiled, he was genuine. Happy and Y/N were something like best friends after him being forced to pick her up from one of the busiest airports of NYC and then having to drive her through NYC to get to the compound whenever she had a work trip. They had some time to befriend each other.

 “Welcome home, Y/N.” Happy smiled as he got out her suitcase, before getting back into the car. “Thank you for picking me up, Happy.” She smiled as she waved him goodbye as he drove off the property. With a sigh she looked at the huge building in front of her. She missed this, she missed Steve and her friends. She couldn’t keep the smile off her face as she entered the building. “Should I alert Mr. Rogers that you came home?” Y/N flinched as Friday started talking as soon as she opened the door. “That won’t be necessary, thank you Friday.” She said as she left her suitcase in the hallway, making her way over to the living area. “Guess who is back!” Y/N grinned as she entered the living room, making everyone turn to her. “Oh hey, Y/N.” Sam said with much less enthusiasm as he stood up, rushing over to her and hugging her. “Hey.” She chuckled, her face filled with confusion as she watched Sam, he seemed weird. Very weird. He was shifting his weight from one leg to the other, his fingers nervously playing with each other. “Are you good?” She asked, concerned. “I’m fine.” He laughed nervously. “Can I go through?” “Why don’t you eat first?” Sam chuckled nervously as he put his arm around her shoulder, pulling her to the kitchen but Y/N was quick enough to get out of his grip. “You’re acting weird, Wilson.” She stated, now getting suspicious. “Did something happen?” “No, no!” He said quickly. “Okay.” She answered, her eyebrows furrowed as she made her way over to the hallway, just to be stopped by Bucky in the doorway. “Hey, you didn’t say hi to me.” He said, his voice monotone. It was unusual for him too, Y/N and Bucky were always on a joking base, so now he was acting strange too. “Hey Buck, can I go see my boyfriend now?” Y/N was getting impatient and the way they were acting made her suspicious. “Why don’t you eat first?” He said with a small smile, that was obviously fake, and Y/N could see in his eyes that something was up. “I can eat after I say hi to Steve.” She said, her voice getting serious. This wasn’t funny anymore, this just made her angry and he anxiety skyrocket. “But—” “Get the fuck out of my way Barnes, I’m being serious.” She said, her voice cold as she saw him gulp, his eyes looking over to Sam. Before Bucky could do anything else, Y/N ducked under his arm quickly, walking over to the room that Steve and Y/N shared. Sam was quick to run after her. “Y/N don’t go in there—”

 As soon as she opened that door, she wished she had listened to Sam. Her mouth was agape and the things in her hands falling to the ground as her eyes started to mist, the pain that was erupting in her chest unbearable. There was Steve. Fucking Sharon. In their bed. “Please tell me you aren’t fucking serious.” She said, her voice low as she tried to progress what was going on as Sharon shrieked and Steve turned, immediately jumping off of her, one of their duvets held around his hips. “Y/N, this is not what—” Y/N held up her finger, making Steve shut up instantly as she entered the room, the smell of sex still hanging in the air and making her nauseous. “With Sharon? With fucking Sharon?” Y/N laughed in disbelief as her eyes went over to the woman that frantically tried to put her clothes on to escape this situation as fast as possible. “I—” Steve couldn’t form a sentence. “In my defense—” “Shut the fuck up Sharon and get the fuck out of here before I snap your neck like a twig.” Y/N’s voice was calm, collected and low, giving everyone goosebumps. Y/N was an emotional person, so her going emotionless was dangerous for everyone involved. Sharon didn’t have to hear that twice, hurrying past Y/N and it took all her strength to not throw hands. “Y/N, listen I can explain okay, please just let me explain—Y/N?” His eyes followed Y/N moves. He had expected her to go Berserk, to throw things at him, to hit him, to curse him out. What he didn’t expect was her all quiet, walking over to her closet while getting the duffel bag off the closet. “Please don’t leave, we can talk about this.” Steve begged as he followed her. In silence Y/n started packing her bag, trying to keep her tears at bay. She would let him suffer in silence. Silence was sharper than any word she could say and both of them knew it.

 “You guys knew about this too and didn’t tell me?” She cut the frantic rambling of Steve as she turned to Sam and Bucky, and the other Avengers that had gathered in and outside the room. Sam and Bucky’s eyes were filled with shame as their eyes roamed the floor. The only problem was that they weren’t the only ones. “You too?” She asked, laughing in disbelief as she looked at Tony, Bruce, Pepper and Clint. “Anyone here who didn’t know?” She said with a smile, trying to keep herself from ripping each and everyone here in shreds. The only ones that didn’t know were Thor, Wanda, Nat and Vision. “Alright, I see.” She grinded her teeth together as she closed the duffel back. “Y/N,” Y/N turned to Steve, raising her eyebrows. “I’m sorry.” And again Y/N laughed as she threw the bag over her shoulders. “I’ll let you calm down and I’ll call you—” Before Steve could say anything else, Y/N took her phone throwing it full force against the wall, shattering it into a million pieces and making everyone in the room flinch before her eyes wandered to Steve. “Don’t bother.” Her voice was cold, way too cold and Steve absolutely hated it. He knew he fucked up, he fucked up badly. He wanted her to yell, to be angry, to hit him but the silence she gave him, the ignorance that was what broke him.

 Y/N got into her car, her hands trembling. Luckily, she left her suitcase in the hallways, else she would’ve had to go back and that would’ve made her lose it. Her breathing was heavy as she started the car, however the knocking against her window made her head turn. “What?” She said, her voice trembling as she rolled down the window, looking at Nat. “I have an apartment downtown, you can stay there if you want.” Nat said as she gave Y/N the keys and she only nodded, before she pressed down on the gas pedal, driving out of the garage with the loudest screech that painfully echoed in her ears.

 When she finally made it to Nat’s apartment, she crumbled. The pain in her chest worsening as she closed the door behind her, dropping to the ground as painful sobs escaped her mouth, tears streaming down her face. Y/N loved Steve, she loved him more than anything else. However, he fucked up, he decided that this was the way he wanted it to go. He never seemed like the man that could do this to anyone, but not only did she lose Steve today, but also 6 friends of hers. And, god, it stung like a bitch.

steve rogers x (fem!) reader

part one, part two, part three, part four

prompt; you and steve have been friends for a long time, playing a game of cat and mouse with both of your feelings. will it take a war for him to truly admit his feelings? or will it take him 100 years to figure out you were his from the start?

warnings; this is really shitty im sorry, also i switch p.o.v’s a lot. i couldnt decide between ‘you’ and ‘she’, bAd, this is slow burn

word count; 2259

a/n; posting this on steves bday! (jk its like 1:38 am july 5th but it was written on his bday) ps been forever since i updated this and im SO close to finishig my Lucien fic!!! EEP!!!!

News spread like the black plague in December of 1940. The US had entered the war. The streets grew quiet save for the foolish young boys who would whoop and holler at the prospect of heading into the face of the enemy. In reality, they would be heading into the face of death. But Y/N decided not to think about that. Instead she worried for her friends.

Steve.

Four years ago his mother died. SInce that night, things changed between them. Things were quieter. Steve openly admitted his feelings for Y/N about four months after his mother’s passing, Y/N sadly told him that while she felt the same, didn’t want to ruin their friendship and Bucky… Bucky was Bucky.

But different.

He did go back to his womanizing ways but nonetheless, he was different around Y/N. Especially in the moments they were alone. A silence that could be cut with a hot knife. Y/N told Steve about their kiss once but said nothing happened after that. Steve never mentioned it to Bucky.

Steve knew how to pick his fights with those closest to him and since he had got the girl in a way, it didn’t matter to him. The only thing that did was that they were still friends.

And they were.

Adjusting to life without Sarah was hard for everyone. Y/N missed her soft smile, Bucky missed her sweet greetings, their parents missed Christmases together and Steve just missed her in general. As any son would miss a mother who died too soon.

But nonetheless, he moved on. He still attended school. He took art classes and Bucky attended the same school and occasionally the same class.

Y/N and her two closest friends spent Saturday evenings going out and sometimes staying in. Bucky began going out without them and when December rolled in and Steve and Bucky heard of the US joining in, Bucky had some news to share.

It was an early mid December morning when four knocks sounded on Y/N’s door. She, with hesitation, got up and answered seeing as no one else would be doing it for her. (Her mother worked an extra job on the weekends).

“Bucky.” She answered, surprised. “Hey, doll.” He smirked and Y/N rolled her eyes. Once, she would have thought he was serious. But now that Bucky knew Y/N had feelings for Steve and vice versa, she didn’t bat an eye at his phrases. Bucky knew about their mutual emotions, but didn’t know nor understand their situation. And with the past four years gone out the window, he thought it was time for his friends to find some real company. If ruining friendship was a problem, Bucky would set them up to where it wouldn’t be an issue.

“Not that I don’t adore your company, but why are you here?” She asked. The trio hadn’t set any plans for that day.

“Well, as you have probably heard,” He began, taking a step across the threshold. Y/N let him inside and shut the door behind him. “The war is here. And as a celebration, I was thinking about taking you and Steve and a few other friends out tonight.” Bucky told Y/N. She rolled her eyes sarcastically. “You have other friends?” She teased.

“You must think I’m some bum, huh?” Bucky asked with his signature smug look. “Whatever, Buck.” Y/N joked and he smiled. “You’re not denying!”

“Who is it?” She laughed out, pretending to be tired about their play bickering. “Who is who?” He sighed with a loving smirk, sitting on her couch. “The others we’re going with?” She told him, sitting next to him, propping her feet across his legs.

“Oh, um,” Bucky grew quiet at this and Y/N felt a disapproving feeling growing in her mind. “Doris and her friend and her brother.” He admitted. “First of all, Doris?” Y/N asked with her voice absolutely coated in disapproval. “Second of all, why a friend and why her brother?” Y/N asked, suspicion in her deep tone. She sat down on her couch and had resumed absentmindedly flipping through a magazine.

Bucky sat across from her on one of two walnut armchairs. Y/N’s grandmother had bought them and brought them back on a trip from France and had given them to her mother as a gift for Y/N’s birth. They creaked under Bucky’s form.

“Look, you may be pissed at me for this but you have been pissed at me for countless other things.” His intro was less than favorable in Y/N’s ears, but she let him continue. “Doris is bringing her friend for Steve and brother for you. As a date.” You stood up in anger. “You– what?” She asked and Bucky stood as well, towering over her.

“It’s been years Y/N! He hasn’t made a single move to put a serious label on you two. Don’t you think that’s a little insane?” He raises his voice and she scoffs, turning away from him. His fingers grip her wrist and she swivels to glare at him.

They stare at each other a moment before Bucky explains himself further. “You and I know that while Steve is a great guy, he refuses to do anything and while you may not think so, I know that you deserve better.” She looked away from his swimming blue eyes. Y/N knew that any girl in Brooklyn would kill to have Bucky look at them that way. But she knew it meant more directed at her. He was her best friend and meant the words he said to her.

“Maybe while we’re there he might finally say something.” She tried to give herself excuses and Bucky huffed and turned around, letting her arm go. “Just go.” He pleaded, turning back to see her, messing with her hands. “Fine.” Bucky’s face lit up with wonder. “But,” she pointed a finger at him. “I won’t enjoy it.”

The park was crowded. More so than usual. People whispered in excitement as they walked from ride to ride and many whispers were of one of two things. One, the war. You glanced among your friends, catching Steve’s eye. You knew how he felt about it all. He wanted so desperately to join the effort. But alas, was rejected. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know why.

He was scrawny. Short. Had many medical problems. Not to mention he couldn’t run fifteen feet without needing his inhaler.

Or, the other topic, the Stark presentation that was going on soon. There was rumors Mr. Stark had learned how to make futuristic cars that would levitate instead of travel on the ground. You thought it was too good to be true but according to posters and the hype of the event, he may have out-Stark-ed himself this time.

Sighing, you fell back into step with Bucky, Doris, Doris’ brother Daniel, Doris’ friend Bonnie and Steve. Daniel was nice. He looked like Doris but was taller and had a bigger build. He had deep brown hair and hazel eyes and was at least a head taller than you. Bonnie, on the other hand, was fair and had light hair, blonde, with stunning green eyes. She was beautiful. An angel.

Steve would love her.

Bucky seemed to definitely be enjoying himself. One arm slung around Doris she laughed, giggled and twirled her hair around her finger. You wanted to throw up on how girly she was acting in front of your friend. And more so on how much he was buying into it.

Steve was distracted, though. Poor girl. All he cared about was the patriotic decorations and the Uncle Sam posters plastered everywhere. She was distracted by the rides, however. Finally your gaze landed on the shoes of Daniel. He was all smiles. Hands in his pockets just strolling along side you all.

“Aren’t you bored? I’m not even paying attention to you.” You asked, feeling slightly guilty. He looked at you and smiled. “I’m just glad im here. It’s alright if we don’t talk. I mean, we can talk if you want but I don’t want you to feel forced to open up or say anything around me.” He told you and you nodded. This man was very sweet, very considerate.

You glanced at Steve. You knew you only had eyes for him and suddenly felt very bad for Daniel. “Thank you.” Was all you said to him as you all came up to the presentation area. It was already crowded and showgirls already lined the stage, about to perform. You looked at Steve who was looking guiltily at his shoes as he scooted closer to Bonnie.

In his mind, he knew he didn’t want to be with Bonnie. He wanted to be with you. But he had been a coward to ruin what the two of you had all this time it was too late. And now he’s working on joining the war and so now, he could get killed in battle. He didn’t want to be with you and then risk his life. He couldn’t do that to you.

Looking at him now, you knew you should try to move on, you leaned closer into Daniel’s touch. It was foreign but you would try to enjoy it.

The Stark’s presentation was interesting. He had invented floating cars, however, it only stayed in the air for a matter of a half of a minute.

When it was over, Doris and Bonnie

wanted to go dancing but by the way Doris occupied Bucky’s left arm while Bonnie, his right, Y/N could tell Bonnie had no interest in dancing with her proper date.

Daniel looked expectantly to Y/N as the suggestion was brought to light and you felt a pit grow in your stomach. Y/Nloved dancing. Adored it. But she looked at Daniel and didn’t see who she wanted to partner with. She liked how Steve was just tall enough to be around her height, a little shorter but still, making dancing comfortable.

Y/N glanced around, noticing Steve wasn’t around. Bucky seemed to notice in that moment as well as he dropped the girls’ arms.

“We’ll have to get back to you on that.” Bucky muttered the girls an apology and you too, dropped Daniel’s arm. They began to complain. You blatantly rolled your eyes, ignoring Bucky’s panic. He wanted you to make a good impression and you were showing them attitude.

“Look. Not that you,” You looked at Bonnie. “Noticed because you were too busy drooling over my best friend, or that any of you did for that matter but my other best friend is missing to God knows where and probably has two black eyes by now, knowing him, so we are gonna go find him. If you,”

This time you looked to Daniel. “Have a problem with that then there was no chance this could ever happen anyway and trust me chances were already low. And if you two have a problem I will have no issue with making sure Bucky never sees either of you again. Now let’s go.” You finished your annoyance fueled speech and proceeded to grab Bucky by the arm and pulled him away.

Once a far enough distance from your group you began to really search. “You didn’t have to say all that back there.” Bucky muttered as he stood on his toes, scanning the crowd, sometimes some nooks and crannies for signs of a fight.

“Yes, I did. I would have said the same for you. But you know how I feel about Steve so I meant it just a little bit more.” You smirked at Bucky who half heartedly smiled. You didn’t have time to say much more as you found a building that also held a clinic for young men to sign up for the draft.

You rolled your eyes as the signs practically would draw Steve in like a moth to light. You nudged Bucky’s elbow, pointed to the building.

Steve was standing in front of a reflective mirror. It was dark but whoever stood on a pedestal could see their face on the head of a soldier. You could only see Steve’s eyes and a little bit of his nose. You couldn’t stand to see him at the moment but Bucky approached him and spoke with him for a long while.

You couldn’t keep up and in the meantime you had struck up a conversation with a German man who was nice. He inquired if you were friends with Bucky and Steve and you had said yes, saying you had been friends for a long while.

You both fell into comfortable conversation while Bucky and Steve chatted and soon after Bucky came up to you, drawing you away from the man.

“Steve isn’t coming but he’ll be alright.” He told you and you looked to Steve who had been gazing at you but now averted his eyes.

“He said we can hangout at your apartment tomorrow. Just the three of us. For a proper hangout. Just in time for me to leave.” You had forgotten Bucky had been drafted. “Right.” You muttered allowing him to lead you away, waving goodbye to the German man, Doctor as you learned, and to Steve.