Inspired by this prompt from this list by @screnwriter: you’re not supposed to be together at the moment, but you’re caught up with each other in your room, making-out on the bed. suddenly, there’s a knock on the door, and your lover either has to hide under the bed, or in the wardrobe, before your friend/parent enters. if your lover is hiding under the bed, they might even reach out for your hand, and you have to slap it away to avoid being caught. alternatively, if you walk past the wardrobe your lover is hiding in, while trying to get your friend/parent to leave the room, your lover pulls you into it, and suddenly you’ve disappeared, leaving your friend/parent flabbergasted because where did you go

Summary: I’m bad at summaries but this is basically just making out with Nat a lot and Steve interrupts you one time

Characters: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: gay af, me being dramatic, I don’t know how to end things

A/N: I never considered myself to be truly “in the closet”. Once I realized what I felt for women was- while different from the way I felt about men- still attraction, the word “bisexual” came easily to mind. It was easy to tell my friends who had mostly come out already, but other than that moment of realization in high school, it was never something that I really said. It was easy to start saying “the kind of person I want” instead of “the kind of man I want”, to say “the people I’ve been with” in reference to my exes, even though they were all men, because I wanted to express I wasn’t solely interested in men. But imagining myself standing in this closet with Nat, I realized maybe I had been avoiding saying it, hadn’t been as out as I could have- should have- been, because I’m still hiding that part of myself. I’m always thinking “does it count if I’ve only ever been with men? Am I bi enough?” But of course it still counts, of course I’m still bi, and bi enough. My sexuality is valid and so is yours, dear reader.

So sorry for the long ass author’s note. I really just wanted to let y’all know that this is the first piece of fiction I’ve ever really written, the first fanfic I’ve ever completed, and the first of my writing I’ve ever posted. Of all the little things I’m writing, I’m so glad this is what I get to share first. It means a lot.

Special shoutout to @blueberrybelova for inspiring this, for hyping me up, for reading it and liking it, as well as @loving-bucky-is-easier for helping me edit and also hyping me up while correcting my many grammatical errors. This would not exist without either of you and you both have my undying gratitude.

Also huge shoutout to all of my lovely followers and mutuals who have encouraged me to write and hyped me up, in most cases without seeing a single bit of my writing. I probably would not have wrote this, finished it, or posted it without all of you so give yourself a little forehead smooch from me to you because I love you. Sorry this is long and sappy I'll stop

“I love you,” you remember him saying.

“You’re drunk,” you remember answering.

“I love you still.”

Characters: Bucky Barnes/(f)Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut (DUBIOUS CONSENT, drunken hookup, making out, pet names, vaginal sex, drunken flashbacks, trouble remembering the hookup, discussions of consent), strong language, idiots in love, canon-typical violence, love confessions a la elizabeth swann and will turner, angst with a happy ending

Word Count: 7087

A/N: Thanks for reading! This is a commissioned fic for @kaylaw401! Thank you so much for your commission! I hope you enjoy! If you would like to commission a fic from me, please visit my commission post to find out more. Big thank you to @fragile-heartt for beta'ing this because I had such a difficult time writing this fic, but it was really important for me to discuss the meaning of consent when it comes to drunken hookups. And while both reader and Bucky wanted each other, you cannot consent to sex if you are drunk or under the influence. If you need more information about consent, check out this link.

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