Neuvillette freezes in his chair, eyes drifting up from his stack of paperwork. They find you sitting across the desk from him with what he can only imagine is a mixture of a pout and a mischievous smile.
What could have sprung this on? He tries to think back to the morning, if he had perhaps forgotten to give you a kiss good morning. Or maybe he had accidentally left his coffee mug unwashed in the sink again. Or–
“Well?”
“...We’re married,” he reminds you, in case you've forgotten. You haven’t.
“Okay, but do you like me?”
He sighs, shaking his head and turning his attention back to his work. “Yes, I like you. I love you.” Lilac eyes meet yours again in confusion. “What brought this on?”
“Is it so wrong for me to just ask?”
Neuvillette doesn't understand where this came from. He doesn’t think he’s good at being a lover, not even slightly, and a part of that is because he simultaneously knows you inside and out, yet not at all. Unsure of how to respond, he stands and makes his way over to you on the opposite side of the desk.
“I love you,” he repeats earnestly, leaning in far too close for you to remain unbothered. “For as long as my heart beats, my answer will always be the same.”
His fingers gently brush a lock of hair behind your ear before he closes the distance between you, lips pressed against yours in a show of reassurance. What he doesn’t expect is how big your grin is when he pulls away.
“Just kidding,” you muse. He sighs again, but smiles nonetheless.
a/n: hii everyone i have one neuv short queued for his release date (in NA server) and also a wriothesley... ahem... thing that's getting posted to my other account so stay tuned! ^_^
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i’m glad you asked anon because jealous chan is always on my mind
most people think of chan as someone who fucks possessively after feeling jealous and he does!! he’s a jealous boy that just wants you to himself all the time :( but i personally think that you’ve changed the dynamic when it comes to him getting jealous. one arm around your waist after eyeing the person he’s jealous of and he’s in his current predicament; you sitting on his lap, cockwarming him for what feels like hours, talking to chan in that low quiet voice that turns him on so much.
he never considers anything from you to be a punishment because he’s always just so happy to be touched by you, but this might just be the closest thing to a punishment he would feel. you in your beautiful form slightly towering over him, all wet with his (extremely) hard dick inside of you. he feels like any time he thinks about the situation he’s got himself in, he’d cum. poor channie is trying so hard :( you’re only allowing him to hold your thighs to ground himself but he can’t even move because you won’t let him until he answers your questions.
sometimes you just tease him by not getting to the point and he gets so frustrated that his obedience tips over the edge a little and his soft moaning turns into whining. he doesn’t even realise he has a pout on his face until you ask him “what’s wrong baby?” and he’s even more :( because you know what you’re doing.
and when you start to grind on him?? chan is a goner. he was already feeling v head empty but you pleasing yourself while he watches? he can feel himself twitch inside of you, his tongue faster than his brain as he immediately starts slurring apologies for thinking you’re anyone’s but his while he tries to hold back from letting himself go completely.
it’s as you suddenly lift your body, sliding up his cock, when he physically tries to stop you. hands immediately on your hips as he tries to get his brain to form a coherent sentence to tell you that he will cum if you start moving like that. but he’s too fucked out— body weaker than yours at this moment and head too empty to say anything without you coaxing him.
“what did i say about those hands baby…” you pause the small movement of your hips, ignoring the cute pout on his face that you want to kiss so badly and tilt your head, expectingly.
he feels himself burn under your gaze, you looking at him with so much dominance that it has him scramble to move his hands from your hips to your thighs, hoping you’ll let him hold them still. he just wants to be your good boy but it’s so hard when you have him like this :(
and your torture lasts for what feels like decades to him. all because he got jealous and made a indirect passing comment about it.. you won’t let him cum or touch you anymore unless he tells you that he belongs to you and you belong to him (which makes him all the more horny for you). and he does eventually, tearing up while thinking hard about what he says to you.. that’s when you start moving your hips properly on channie, kissing his lips and telling him he’s been good to you today.
after you let him cum the first time on top of him, you reward him to fucking you since he’s been such a good boy. patting his cheek n telling him to make you cum now. you aren’t ready for how quickly he acts, picking himself and your body up, regaining all his strength to please you as he pumps up into you at a breakneck pace. chan’s holding you in the air and you have to grab onto his shoulders to stay up, unable to help your moans once you feel how hard he still is inside of you.
chan cums a second and third time that evening, eager to please you and prove how good he can be, asking you to (pretty) please sit on his face and use him since that’s all he’s good for :( completely subbing out for you because that’s how good you make him feel. imo putting jealous chan in his place is the best way to remind him of the fact that you only want him
Lando getting her period and Carlos taking care of her perhaps
It was inevitable. Lando knew she was due to change out her IUD. But she wanted to be set for a while, so when she walked into the clinic expecting an easy out, easy in (well, insofar as IUD insertion was ever easy—which it fucking wasn't, "just a pinch" her arse) swap of her three-year IUD for a five-year IUD, she was met with a hiss after the removal, and a, "Ooh, sorry, I guess we didn't realize you'd be wanting a five-year one. We only have the three-year one prepared, and we're waiting for a restock on the three-year. Do you want to go for the three-year again, or...?"
But Lando had already made up her mind about the five-year IUD, and as irrational as it was, she wasn't going to settle for anything less than that degree of security.
Especially since she was taking loads on the regular, courtesy of her boyfriend.
Of course, if she'd called them loads in front of her romantic sap of a partner, he would have absolutely lost his mind (and been a little turned on by her dirty mouth, but mostly lost his mind).
So, she left the clinic without an IUD. And, because she had chosen the world's dumbest career, she had to go straight to Qatar afterwards.
And that was when, for the first time in two and a half years, she had a real period. A period with a vendetta. A period that actively tried to fucking kill her, which is how she ended up in fetal position in her hotel bed on a Thursday night in Doha.
"Oh my god," Lando whimpered, clutching her midsection. "Oh my god. Am I going to die?"
Carlos, poor Carlos, who was looking at her with wide eyes and clutching a freshly microwaved hot water bottle, said, "I don't think so?"
"Carlos!"
"Ay, sorry, sorry, mi vida, I just- have never seen you like this!"
"Carlos," Lando wailed, and she thrust her hand towards the hot water bottle from him. Carlos nearly dropped it—Lando hissed—in his haste to press the bottle to Lando's lower abdomen, and she groaned and curled up around it.
"I love you," she whispered.
"I love you too," Carlos said, venturing a smile, and Lando glared at him and said, "I meant the hot water bottle."
"Oh."
It took Lando a few seconds before she recognized she should probably tell Carlos she loved him too. She uncurled herself just enough to put a hand on Carlos's thigh and mumbled, "I love you too, I promise. I just feel like there's a dagger up my vagina."
"Ah."
"Like, ten daggers."
"Oof."
"Up my vagina."
'I'm so sorry."
"Stop it."
"Stop what?" Carlos said, his voice rising with panic.
Lando glared at him through her curls and said, "Stop being fucking sexy."
"I- eh?" Carlos blinked. "I'm- I'm being sexy?"
"Shut the fuck up. I'm so horny right now."
"You're- should-?" Carlos stammered, and he leaned in and ran a warm, broad hand over the sensitive back of Lando's thigh. "Do you want me to make you feel good, amor?"
"Ew!" Lando exclaimed, and Carlos reeled back as though shot. "What's wrong with you?! I'm literally bleeding like I've got ten daggers in my vagina and you want to fuck me?"
"I don't know what I'm doing!" Carlos yelped, and Lando sobbed back, her eyes suddenly wet with tears, "Hug me!"
And Carlos did, his arms gathering Lando up and holding her close to his chest, the hot water bottle radiating even more healing warmth against Lando's belly, tightly squeezed as it was between her and Carlos's bodies.
Lando sobbed bitterly into Carlos's chest, so fiercely that by the time she pulled away—several minutes—her boyfriend's t-shirt was a wet, snotty mess. She sniffled and dabbed at it with the corner of her own t-shirt, and Carlos stroked the now-exposed skin of her sides.
"Sorry," she warbled, "I'm just scared. What if they pull me out of free practice? What'll the media say?"
"Ay, Landita, is that what has you so stressed?" Carlos whispered, cupping Lando's cheeks. He kissed her nose, her forehead, her lips, and smiled at her. Stupid, handsome Carlos. "If you aren't feeling well, you deserve to rest. And they'll lie. They'll say you have a cold, or you ate something bad, or whatever. They'll never say it's because you have a period. McLaren loves you. You know that."
"Yeah?"
And it was sad, that three years into her time with her beloved team she still felt like a liability, like her dream job was a ticking time bomb. But Carlos, perfect, patient, intelligent Carlos just wiped her tears with the pad of his thumb and kissed her.
"Yeah, nena. I promise. But don't think about that, eh? I can order room service, and we can watch a movie."
"Fast 5?" Lando suggested, beginning to feel hopeful again.
"We watched that last week!"
"But it was so stupid. Let's watch it again."
Carlos rolled his eyes, but he kissed Lando again, deep and gentle.
NOTES: gave chris an emotional support dog because he deserves one. debated her being a service animal but im not familiar enough with them to be comfy writing one … one day though, trust.
Chris woke slowly to the weight of Ranger pressed into his side and little fingers prodding at his cheeks. He groaned as he came to and tried to ignore the twinge in his lower back — there was a chance he was getting too old for mid-day naps on the couch. The poking at his cheeks continued and he cracked one eye open to take a look at the mischievous little culprit before him, your face was still pillow creased and your curls were sleep wild.
“What do we have here?” He asked, his voice sleep rough. “Some little monster trying to disturb my beauty sleep, huh?”
Chris caught your hands quickly in his and pretended to nibble at your fingers until you were breathless with laughter and Ranger had taken keen interest in the spectacle. The dog stood — his paw digging uncomfortably into Chris’ stomach — and sniffed excitedly at you. “Alright, alright,” Chris mumbled when he was tired of being trampled over. He picked you up into his arms and stood from the couch taking a moment to stretch the best he could with his arms full. “You had a good nap, squirt? You sure you’re not up for another hour or so?”
“No!” You protested loudly. “All done!”
Chris laughed and shook his head. “Was worth a shot,” he yawned. You wound your arms loose around Chris’ neck and leaned your head into his, he leaned back and for a moment you just swayed there.
“Said we could play outside, promised,” You mumbled.
Chris pressed a chaste kiss to your temple before he set you down. “I did promise, didn't I?”
You nodded. “Mmhm.”
“Why don’t we go potty first and then we can go.”
“And take Ranger too?”
“‘To the park or the potty?” Chris teased as he led you down the hall with Ranger trotting not too far behind.
You gave an exasperated little sigh. “Park dada, don’t be silly.”
Chris was about to respond when Ranger got ahead of himself and shot off down the hall nearly tripping Chris in the process. “Damn dog,” he muttered as he steadied himself on the wall. You were giggling, trying to hide your little smile when Chris looked back at you. “That was funny huh?”
“Said a jar word,” you laughed in reference to the infamous swear jar. Whenever the jar was full Chris put it towards new toys for you though lately he’d been thinking of a new prize considering the toys overflowing from the bin in the living room not to mention the mess he liked to shuffle into the corner of your bedroom.
“Yeah, yeah,” he nodded off towards the restroom. “You want help or do you got it, bud?”
“I got it!” You insisted. Darting off down the hall Chris watched fondly as you disappeared into the restroom humming as you went. When Ranger reappeared at the end of the hall Chris gave him an unimpressed stare.
“And I guess you’ll want to go to the park too?”
Ranger barked once before trotting over to rub his head obnoxiously against Chris’ leg until Chris relented and carded his fingers through coarse fur. “You two are lucky you’re cute,” he muttered.
I've been thinking about this for too long!!! What do u think lee would be like as a girl mom?
girl mom!lee headcanons 😭🙏🏽
AHHHHHH girl mom!lee is actually gonna make me sob and scream -- wrote this in the perspective of lee being reader's wife and them having a daughter <33
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when your guys' daughter was a baby, lee loved quiet nights with her. she'd hold her to her chest, mouth flashing a rare smile as your daughter's cute mouth opens in her state of drowsiness. lee would hum to her, stroking the tuff of hair on her head and her small back, just relishing in the calm moment with her
definitely had to learn how to manage getting overstimulated and overwhelmed with all the crying and things to keep up with
sometimes, you'll just catch her watching your daughter in fascination. like, she'll be sound asleep in her crib, or on her back on the bed, and lee is just perched over, or lying on her side, watching her quietly. her fingers will stroke your baby's tiny hands, and a small smile will curl at her lips when her daughter grips onto one
SUPER protective. lord don't even THINK of messing with this woman's daughter. lee isn't big on social interactions, but if, for example, someone is bullying her kid, she's immediately getting shit done to solve it, heading straight to her daughter's teacher, and if needed, even getting in contact with the parents of the bully in question. she might fumble a bit, and feel quite uncomfortable, needing a sec, but once she settles into the conversation, she's calmly asserting what she thinks needs to be done
learns to take better care of herself through her daughter. lee's not always the best at validating her own feelings, or keeping track of things like consistent meals and sleeping well. but, through trying her best to constantly assure and comfort her daughter about her emotions, and trying to stick to structured routine with the kid, it helps her regard and address her own emotions in a better way, as well as take care of herself by also following the routine she sets for her daughter. plus, she wants to be a good example, and she doesn't her daughter following her bad habits
read a shit on of parenting books prior to the kid, since as usual, her solution to her stress over the future's uncertainty was to do extensive research and planning
doing hobbies and hangouts with her daughter really heals her inner child :''') growing up, she spent a lot of time alone due to ruth's work, and as ruth became more distant, hazy, pressing about religion, as well as kept expanding on her hoarding, lee just became all the more closed off. she doesn't want her child to go through what she did. she wants her child to feel that lee is a present figure in her life, even though it gets hard sometimes with intense and active cases in the bureau. she also wants her child to feel listened to, and not pushed to do anything, whether that be a belief system, or accept a behaviour of lee's that she doesn't like and/or feels hurt by. she wants her daughter to have a say. and through giving this love, affection and attentiveness to her daughter, lee feels that even if she didn't get those things, at least she gets to give them to her kid. it also helps her realize ways in which she was neglected throughout her childhood, which sometimes results in her feeling overwhelmed after hanging with your guys' daughter, crying softly into your chest about it
she's literally so awkward with children, and it's def something she worried about at first, for she was scared that that she wouldn't connect well with her daughter. as a baby, sure, it was easy -- your kid didn't talk, so lee got to be as quiet as she wanted LMFAO. sometimes, if she was in a mood to ponder about something that happened in her day, or even discuss a case, she'd quietly talk to your baby about it. when you discovered this habit, you were totally endeared (duh), but also mildly concerned about lee discussing cases. she had just shrugged and said, "what? I don't give any details about them."
but, of course, things get a bit more tough when your daughter is getting older and begins to crave conversation. lee doesn't want her feeling neglected or ignored, so she tries her best to respond and ask questions. she just struggles a bit to communicate with someone so much younger, but she has good intentions at heart -- she finds it genuinely fascinating to witness your daughter growing up and developing interests, hobbies and personality traits. she loves seeing the little human she's turning into, and always feels herself growing fonder and fonder everyday of her child
and c'mon, your daughter is more than enamoured with her mom, lee. she knows lee is quiet, but lee's constant efforts are more than enough assurance of her determination to do right by and care for your kid, who totally feels it. she knows lee will give into anything she asks for hehe, as well as the fact that she can bring up anything with lee. anything hurting her, anything at all -- she knows lee will always listen and do her best to help
you totally find it attractive just how good lee is with your guys' daughter ofc, and you can't help but always take pride in the fact that this woman you chose, the mom to your daughter, is the kindest you could've asked for
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Due to Rust’s “human-like”, or if you’d prefer it “organic”, nature, they’re the only known Tombsona to be susceptible to human illness.
Zero_One tends to go into a protective state whenever Rust is sick. Although this usually isn’t a problem, an issue can arise if Rust were to become ill with something more hazardous. During these times, Rust is to be relocated into Doc’s quarters for observation and rest.
However, this is not so that Doc may treat the sick Tombsona; rather, it is because Doc is able to successfully separate Zero from Rust. Doc has attempted to explain how they do it many a times to me, but it is based solely on magical properties that are only loosely based in the realm of science--such things do not interest me.
There is a benefit to how Doc maintains his room as well. Doc's love for plant life has resulted in his room being covered and filled with various plants, many that have healing properties. Though it is only superstition, Doc fully believes that--even if Rust won't allow for medical treatment--Rust merely being within the room helps to heal them faster.
That has yet to be proven or disproven.
Headcanons-! Woo hoo!!
So I want to do more headcanon lore drops like this--using Tesla as an "in universe" way to examine + explain things.
If I do this, I might pick up an actual notebook and write it out. Then add "Polaroids" to the entry using the PC lol
I don't know if I'll ever actually don't but I was mulling it over lmao
Summary: your boyfriend isn’t very fond of pda. that means while the avengers are around, no kissing, no cuddling, and barely any touching. well, the avengers aren’t always at the compound. when they’re gone, bucky turns into the sweetest, most loving guy you’ve ever met, but why is it he can’t act like that around anyone else?
based off this request even though I changed it a little for plot :)
Word Count: 1.6k+
Warnings: fluff, soft bucky, Tony in their business a bit, cursing
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“How awesome is this right now?” You grin as you jump onto the sofa cushion next to Bucky.
He chuckles, “I’d say it’s pretty damn awesome. We’ve got the compound to ourselves for the entire weekend.” His voice lowers as he leans closer to you.
You giggle and scoot yourself just a bit closer to Bucky. You sit up on your knees next to Bucky, sitting a little taller than him now. Smiling, you lean your face down to his, your lips hovering over his.
Bucky couldn’t wait any longer. He tilts his head back and presses his lips to yours. Your smile only grows bigger as you kiss him back.
Your body relaxes as you kiss him. You bring your hand to the side of his face and cup his cheek, gently trying to bring him closer to you.
Bucky wraps his metal arm around your waist, lifting you on to his lap. You giggle into his lips which makes Bucky pull back. He grins as he watches you giggle to yourself.
“What is it, doll?” Bucky chuckles.
You shake your head, “nothing, Buck. I’m just really happy to be with you, especially like this.”
Bucky raises a brow and smirks, “like this?”
You roll your eyes, “I mean I like being with you. I like kissing you and being close to you. It makes me really happy.” You gently tangle your fingers in his hair as you confess this.
Bucky softly smiles at you, and grabs your hand from his hair to place a kiss to the back of it. “You’re sweet on me. You make me really happy, darling; happier than I think I’ve ever been.”
You heart swells, and you rub your thumb over the back of Bucky’s hand that still holds yours. “Well, you make me happier than I’ve ever been. I can’t remember the last time my heart beat for someone the way it does you, Bucky.”
Bucky blushes, and tries to look away from you.
You gasp with a laugh, “Buck, no! Don’t hide your pretty face from me.”
You gently grasp his chin and turn his head to look at you. His cheeks are lightly rosy, and his smile is wide. “There’s my pretty boy.”
Bucky flushes again, and mumbles a shy, “stop, doll.”
You just giggle and plant a kiss to his warm cheeks.
Bucky stands up and pulls you with him. “You want to dance with me, doll?”
“Like you used to back in the day?”
Bucky grins, “exactly. FRIDAY, could you put on my playlist, please?”
FRIDAY responds, “sure. ‘songs to woo Y/n’ now playing.”
You giggle at the title of the playlist. Bucky is such a dork sometimes.
Bucky chuckles too as he places his hands on your waist. “You weren’t supposed to know the title of the playlist.”
“Aw, but it’s so cute. If these songs don’t woo me, I’m going to be really disappointed.” You say as you wrap your arms around his neck, swaying gently to the soft melody.
The two of you quiet down, just basking in the alone time you have. It isn’t often you two get to be like this. Bucky, isn’t a fan of pda. Doing things in public makes him uncomfortable, and you get that. With everything he’s been through, the last thing you want is to force him to kiss you in front of the other avengers.
Things are nice the way they are. Sure, Nat and Wanda think it’s strange he doesn’t hold your hand around them, or that he gets awkward when you try to kiss him in front of people, but you think that’s just how Bucky is. You like the Bucky the way he is, even if you secretly would like to not be limited to showing affection in private.
“What are you thinking about, doll?”
You pull your eyes from the ground and look at Bucky who has a small smile on his face. “Nothing, baby, don’t worry about it. I’m just happy right now is all.”
Bucky presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, “I’m happy too. I love you, Y/n.”
You grin, and gently pull on your arms so Bucky’s head lowers enough for you to give him a kiss. “I love you too, Buck.”
Just before the next song starts to play, an unexpected voice chimes through the compound.
“You know, I actually was starting to believe you were lying about being together since I never see you guys interact.” Tony says as he walks into the main room. The rest of the team, consisting of Nat, Wanda, Steve, Vision, Thor, and Bruce, follow behind him.
Bucky awkwardly clears his throat and steps away from you as well as stopping the music.
“Oh come on,” Nat smiles, “don’t stop on our account.”
You awkwardly chuckle, “What are you guys doing back so soon? I thought it was weekend thing.”
“Well it was,” Tony dramatically says as he sits on the couch, “until it ended up being a false alarm so they sent us back here. How they screwed it up enough to get us involved over a prank is beyond me.”
Steve steps closer to Bucky, “I heard the playlist you had on. It sure does bring back some memories.”
Bucky nodded, “Yeah, things were so much simpler back then.”
“Sorry,” Tony interrupts, “I don’t mean to be nosy, but I am, so what’s up with you two.” He points between you and Bucky. “Cause I’ve noticed some things. I never see you kiss, you don’t hold hands, you don’t sit close to each other, you don’t hug, you don’t anything really.”
“Really, Tony?” Steve scolds, “You have to be all in their business like some teenager?”
Tony sticks his hands up in defense, “hey, don’t get angry at me. We were all thinking it.” He turns to Bucky and addresses him, “so is there any particular reason you guys try to hide your relationship, or what?”
Bucky clears his throat, “Well, we don’t hide anything. We’re just not that kind of couple.”
“What do you mean by that? You two mutually agreed you don’t want to show people your relationship?”
Bucky clears his throat, “I mean, it’s not like we’ve had a conversation about deliberately hiding it, it’s just natural for us.”
“So Y/n likes only being shown affection when you feel is a good time?”
Bucky growls, “no, Stark, it’s not like that.”
“Tony, I think that’s enough.” Steve commands, trying to keep everyone at ease.
“I’m not doing anything but asking questions. I think you two need to have a conversation, and now is the perfect time!” Tony suggests as he stares at you.
There’s no way he could know how you’ve been feeling. The only person you told was Nat and she would never tell anyone your secrets.
“For fuck’s sake, Tony, Y/n and I don’t nee-”
“Yeah, let’s talk.” You cut Bucky off. His wide eyes turn to you and his jaw hangs low.
“Um, yeah, we can do that.” He stammers.
You grab Bucky’s hand and pull him out of the living room to get to your bedroom. As you walk by, you see Tony giving you a thumbs up, and Nat behind him winking at you.
You shake your head and laugh to yourself a little.
Once in your room, you sit down on your bed, Bucky slowly following pursuit.
He sighs, “are we good? Cause I didn’t think we had anything to talk about. I mean, I know we haven’t exactly said we were going to keep things subtle in front of our friends, but-”
“Bucky,” you interrupt. He stops his rambling to look at you with wide, puppy eyes. “Breathe, baby. I just want to talk.”
Bucky nods, allowing you to keep talking.
“First, I want to know if there is a reason you don’t like for people to see us acting like a couple.”
Bucky sighs, “it’s not that I don’t want to show you off, it’s just that...” He’s quiet.
You can tell it’s taking a lot from him to express this to you, so you’re willing to be patient with him.
“I’m scared, Y/n.”
Your eyes soften as you grab one of Bucky’s hands. “Honey, what are you afraid of?”
He looks down, embarrassed, “you know I don’t really have a good record in, well, anything. My whole life is just one never-ending stream of unfortunate events. When I’m with you though, I feel really lucky. I know it’s sounds stupid and irrational, but I was just scared if people saw how happy I finally am, you would get taken from me, or I would mess things up and you’d be gone.”
Bucky sighs, and lifts his head to gauge your reaction. “I know it doesn’t excuse how I’ve been to you, how I must have made you feel, and I can’t apologize enough, doll. I’m so sorry that I didn’t make you feel as important to me as you are, and I’m sorry if I made you feel like I was ashamed of you. I promise I’m not. I love you so much, darling, I’m so sorry.”
Bucky’s eyes start to water as he desperately squeezes onto your hand.
You sigh and comfortingly rub your thumb cross the back of his hand. “i’m not mad at you, or upset by what you did, Buck. I kind of had a feeling there was something wrong and a reason you didn’t like showing our relationship to others. I should have talked to you sooner and not let Tony get involved. I’m sorry for that, by the way. I feel bad how Tony put you on the spot like that.”
Bucky chuckles, “it’s not your fault, but thanks anyway.” He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, “I want people to see us and know we’re together.”
You giggle, “so you aren’t scared anymore?”
“I can’t let the fear of this being over in the future stop me from living happily in the present. I want to be with you all the time, not just when no one is around.”
You smile and stand up, pulling on Bucky’s hand so he stands as well. “Come on, let’s go let our friends know we’ve figured things out.”
Bucky chuckles and follows behind you, ready and willing to follow you anywhere.
