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. . . . . ╰──╮︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶╭──╯ . . . . .
For as long as you remembered, you always had a terrible relationship with Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes. This had been the relationship since you met them, in your third year of college. Coming from abroad as an exchange student, you had been quite the topic of your class, being one of the very few to pass the entrance exam and succeed in your classes.
Starting off on the very wrong foot, you three didn't seem to get along. Always finding a way to pick a fight or biker with you, you tried to keep your distance because you weren't about to ruin your mental health for random rich boys who've never been put in their place before.
Things rapidly changed as they suddenly became nicer to you, less annoying you would say. They would engage in conversations with you out of nowhere and over time, you started enjoying their company. You quickly became friends, best friends and even more down the line.
Sleeping together could've been taken as a mistake but you didn't regret a thing and they assured you they didn't either. This was a relationship, kind of, and you were happy with it. They made you feel good, loved, cared for, and you weren't going to let go of it. You loved them, and they loved you
The thing is, because yes there is a thing, this isn't a fairytale, that didn't mean they respected you or cared for you. Actually, it was the complete opposite. They liked the idea of owning you but not fully committing to you and never addressing you as a girlfriend. You were just a temporary interest, something good enough to keep them entertained with a pretty sum of money at the end of it.
Your had been shattered by that discovery. You had worked so much, so long, on yourself, on being a version of yourself who could get by without dealing with too much unnecessary shit, you had been taken as a joke, a bet between friends to know how long it would take them to fuck the new girl.
You were the first to say no, or to not be looking for the one sided kinds of relationship they would have usually. You had wanted authenticity, showed difference, and they had cared because it was interesting in the moment but definitely not for the long run. Not until they could assure their friends that they had won the bet, and in less time that they had predicted.
You should've seen the signs, no, you shouldn't have ignored them like you did. A crowd of giggling dickheads following closely on the first days of your 'relationship', never truly doing anything like other couples like going out on outdoor dates or anything of this sort. You would ask questions and the answer would be loads of presents and kisses on your forehead, telling you to not worry and that it was nothing.
