He was in love, she was professional. Both of them felt it. The chemistry. But it’s always too complicate when it’s about work, and friendship
He was in love, she was professional. Both of them felt it. The chemistry. But it’s always too complicate when it’s about work, and friendship
He’s at a party. She is at a party. He sees her, she doesn’t. He wants her to look at him. She avoids his gaze.
He’s at a party. She is at a party. He sees her, she doesn’t. He wants her to look at him. She avoids his gaze.
About a year now, Bucky doesn’t know what to do about his life. Steve is gone. His wife, Natasha too. All of his days are about drinking whiskey in a bar. Until that day…
About a year now, Bucky doesn’t know what to do about his life. Steve is gone. His wife, Natasha too. All of his days are about drinking whiskey in a bar. Until that day…
If only we could bury our past. It's a wish like any other for some, but a necessity for widows.
If only we could bury our past. It's a wish like any other for some, but a necessity for widows.
Y/n is starting her second year of law school. She still wonders how she managed to make it this far. She is intelligent and grasps concepts better than most, yet she doubts herself—a lot. That doubt breeds the kind of stress that has caused her to fail or lose points on exams in the past. But this year, she’s going to succeed. No more toxic, cheating boyfriend; no more jealous social circle. This is finally her chance to be whoever she wants to be. Atlas Spencer was telling himself the same thing. Having just earned his doctorate at the age of twenty-three, becoming a law professor was the logical next step. He told himself his shyness would fade—that he wouldn't need to make eye contact when facing a class of 250 students. Besides, teaching a subject he was passionate about didn't stress him out; he knew his own worth. What *did* stress him out, however, was social interaction. But then again, he was a professor; he didn't need to interact directly with students—or at least, he hoped not all the time. He hadn't counted on the shy, insecure Y/n, though—or on the fact that his quota of social interactions would skyrocket right from the first semester. Along with other factors he hadn't anticipated, such as... love?
Y/n is starting her second year of law school. She still wonders how she managed to make it this far. She is intelligent and grasps concepts better than most, yet she doubts herself—a lot. That doubt breeds the kind of stress that has caused her to fail or lose points on exams in the past. But this year, she’s going to succeed. No more toxic, cheating boyfriend; no more jealous social circle. This is finally her chance to be whoever she wants to be. Atlas Spencer was telling himself the same thing. Having just earned his doctorate at the age of twenty-three, becoming a law professor was the logical next step. He told himself his shyness would fade—that he wouldn't need to make eye contact when facing a class of 250 students. Besides, teaching a subject he was passionate about didn't stress him out; he knew his own worth. What *did* stress him out, however, was social interaction. But then again, he was a professor; he didn't need to interact directly with students—or at least, he hoped not all the time. He hadn't counted on the shy, insecure Y/n, though—or on the fact that his quota of social interactions would skyrocket right from the first semester. Along with other factors he hadn't anticipated, such as... love?
