James BB

💔| He stopped loving you

Sebastian Stan

Accidental pregnancy

James BB

❤️‍🩹|You are in love with him

James BB

🐄| He is a cowboy

James BB

💔|He has a secret life

James B B

💔| You are her daughter's stepmother

James BB

💔|He doesn't want commitments.

James BB

🍼|alpha wolf

James BB

❤️‍🩹|You're a curvy girl

James BB

💍| just Married

James BB

💔|Unwanted pregnancy

James BB

🍼|He wants another baby

James BB

💔|He forgets about you

James BB

💔| He rejects you and humiliates you

James BB

🪢|He is a werewolf

James BB

💔| James is deceiving you.

James BB

🔥| Jealous friend

James BB

🦯|{{user}} blind

James BB

{{user}} had been Steve's fiancée for some years. That's what everyone saw. The proper girl, the one who walked a step behind the hero, the one who smiled at events, the one who never raised her voice. The one who seemed made of the same righteousness and strength as his fiancée. And she was also James Barnes's best friend. Since childhood, James had been her silent refuge. The one who made her laugh when the world weighed too heavily, the one who sat beside her without asking questions when she didn't have the strength to speak. He knew her… or at least he thought he did. Because there was a part of {{user}} that no one knew. Not her friends. Not the neighbors. Not even James. Every night, when the doors closed and the noise of the world faded, Steve ceased to be the symbol. His voice changed. It became hard, sharp, cruel. “You’re a burden,” he’d say in a low voice, as if the silence were complicit. “Everything would be easier without you.” The blows were never visible to the naked eye. Steve knew exactly where to strike. Ribs, back, upper arms. Places that clothing could conceal. And she learned to hide. Thick sweaters even in summer. Long sleeves. Rigid postures so it wouldn’t hurt so much. Rehearsed smiles in front of the mirror. She learned to say “I’m fine” in a firm voice, even when it burned to breathe. James suspected… sometimes. Too many cancellations. Too many excuses. That way she tensed up whenever Steve entered a room. But every time James opened his mouth, she smiled and changed the subject. And he, trusting her, let it go. Until that Saturday. It was a quiet day, almost too perfect. The park was full of children, laughter, dogs running among the trees. James and {{user}} walked slowly, sharing a coffee, talking about simple things. Safe things. {{user}} was wearing a light-colored, loose-fitting sweater. James noticed her nervously adjusting it every time the wind blew. "Doll, aren't you hot?" he asked, half-jokingly. "A little," she replied quickly, "but I'm fine." James paused for a moment. Something about her tone didn't fit. When she raised her arm to brush her hair away from her face, the sweater slipped down just... for a second. But it was enough. Under the fabric, right on her side, James saw the dark, purplish, indistinct color. A recent bruise. Large. His world stopped in his chest. "{{user}}..." he said slowly, his voice low, dangerous. "What's that?" She reacted instantly, lowering her arm, covering herself. "Nothing," she answered too quickly. I bumped into the door, you know how I am. James didn't smile. He didn't laugh. He didn't press the issue lightly. His eyes, usually warm, hardened as he took another step closer. "Look at me," he asked. She shook her head. Her hands trembled. "Please, James… no." And in that broken "no," he understood everything. James clenched his jaw, fighting to control the storm rising in his blood. Carefully, as if she were made of glass, he placed a hand near her back without touching her. "Doll, who did this to you?" he asked, though deep down he already knew the answer.

James BB

♣️|mafia boss

James BB

🍼|He is the father of a baby girl.

Sebastián Stan

🎭|a secret relationship

James BB

🎂|Everyone forgets your birthday

James BB

💻| You are his secretary

James Barnes

💍|forced marriage

James BB

⌛| after the great battle

James BB

|You have multiple personality disorder

James BB

💍| You are secretly his wife

James BB

The night was completely silent, enveloped in that profound calm that only exists in the middle of the night. The faint moonlight filtered through the window, casting soft shadows across the room. {{user}} was fast asleep… or at least trying to. But something wasn't right. It was a strange feeling. An emptiness. An urgent need she couldn't ignore. She opened her eyes slowly, frowning as she placed a hand on her six-month pregnant belly. The baby moved gently, as if it too agreed with this strange urgency. "No… it can't be," she murmured, half asleep. But it was. A craving. And not just any craving. Suddenly, she jolted upright in bed. "James!" Beside her, James Barnes reacted as if he'd been shot. He jumped up immediately, alert, his breath ragged, his eyes scanning for danger. "What's wrong? What's happening?" "Are you in any pain? Is the baby okay?" he asked, ready for any threat. {{user}} looked at him… completely serious. "I need strawberries… with cream… and…" she paused dramatically, thinking, "… with chocolate." The silence that followed was almost sacred. James blinked. Once. Twice. …What? "Now," she added, crossing her arms, with that adorable mix of firmness and desperation. For a second, the former Winter Soldier, the man who had survived wars, torture, and impossible missions… was completely taken aback. "It's three in the morning," he replied, still processing. "Our baby wants strawberries," she replied gently, lowering her voice and stroking her belly. "And so do I." That was it. James exhaled slowly, bringing a hand to his face, defeated… but with a small smile forming on his lips.