#america chavez x yn

[moiravim]

Overprotective

Overprotective!Dad!Stephen Strange x GN!teen!yn

Platonic!America Chavez x GN!teen!YN

summary: living with Steven Strange as your dad

Stephen was always extremely overprotective of you. He would let you have fun but he'd always be by your side.

He'd do anything to keep you happy but sometimes he didn't know what you needed. He'd shower you in gifts and try to spend as much time with you as possible, but often got held up at work.

That was until he had gotten in a car accident and could no longer work in the hospital. He was heartbroken but stayed strong around you.

When he started working in the Sanctum Sanctorum he became much happier and started healing. He'd spend hours every day with you. He loves teaching you everything he knows.

During the events of Infinity War he made you stay at home. He was worried you'd get hurt and decided it was the best option.

When he got back after the blip he became even more protective. He had realized how easy it is to loose people and he can't loose you.

He never leaves your side unless he's doing something he believes is dangerous. Then he'll make you stay with Wong and on rare occasions Christine.

When you meet America the two of you immediately become friends. It was nice for you to finally be around someone your age.

He'd let the two of you go out by yourselves but don't think he's against grounding you if you get into trouble.

Stephen takes your safety very seriously and won't let you out yourself at risk.

[t-h-i-n-g]

i loved ur america fic and i wanted to see if u could do one where reader [fem] is bi and has a guy bsf that shes been hanging out with alot lately and america gets worried and jealous but reader reminds her that she loves her and only her [ik this is rlly specific but i feel like it would be so cutee, plus i always need more america fics]

Just Friends

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a/n: hi!! sorry it took me a while to get this done hope you like it :)) this was too cute.

word count: 1k

summary: you said before he was just a friend, but america can't help the jealousy that ran through her veins.

warnings: jealousy, thats really it.

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America pushed around the food on her tray. Watching as the green beans turned into a mash mess. She looked up, watching the view of you and…him. As he tried to steal some of your mash potatoes while you swatted his hand away. Laughing, he tucked an arm around you to reach them.

She rolled her eyes, bringing them back down to focus on her own mash potatoes. She scooped them up with a spoon. Her face scrunched at the taste. She never got why you liked them so much. And she never understood why you liked Jeremy. Even his name was dumb. And it was a J one. That should give you a hint, right? No apparently not.

But apparently he was your ‘number 1 bestie.’ So she couldn’t do anything about him. Not even about the fact that he was completely in love with you but you were too blind to see that.

Well at least you weren’t bilnd enough to notice that she had liked you. America looked back up at you. Noticing the hand that was previously shooing Jeremy away was no longer occupied. She reached across the table to take it in hers. You glanced at her for a moment, a smile growing on your face. You turned back to Jeremy, rubbing your thumb across her knuckles. 

The topic had been brought up before by her. How Jeremy was blatantly flirting with you in front of her all the time. You dismissed it saying that even if that was true. No way would you reciprocate. It took a lot of coaxing from you but you got America to believe you. Stating that if it continues to happen let her know and you would tell him to knock it off.

She was tempting to tell you it was continuing to happen. But sweet oblivious you just couldn't recognize it.

The lunch bell rang making the group of you rise and go dump your trays. America waited for you to be done, standing with her arms crossed as you chatted a few final sentences to Jeremy.

“I’ll see you after school then, right? To work on the science project?” She overheard him ask. You nodded, agreeing to meet him out front. She furrowed her brows. What project? You didn’t tell her about any project. And tonight you were working on it? You said that the two of you would be going out for ice cream after school.

“What happened to ice cream?” she asked in a murmur as you approached her. Jeremy going in his own direction to a different class. Your eyes widened in realization.

“Oh, crap. I’m sorry I completely forgot. Jeremy and I were assigned a project in science earlier and it’s like thirty percent of our grade. I was just focused on getting it done as soon as possible so as to not turn it in late,” you explained. She bit her lip, nodding her head. 

America started walking down the hall. You furrowed your brows, jogging lightly to catch up. Slipping her hand yours, you bumped her shoulder lightly.

“What’s up? You were quiet during lunch and you’re being quiet now,” you asked. She rolled her eyes briefly.

“Sorry, I didn’t want to interrupt your and Jeremy’s conversation. You guys seemed pretty fixated on each other.” You paused in your step before pulling America to the side so as to not get in the other students' way.

“Is that what this is about?” you questioned, “Are you really worried about Jeremy still?” She was silent, shuffling her feet anxiously. You sighed, tipping her chin up to look at you. “I told you nothing is going on between me and him. He’s just a friend. I told you this.” America scoffed.

“Better tell him that, cause I don’t think he gets the memo with the amount of heart eyes he sends your way.” You opened your mouth to respond but she cut you off. “I know you said he’s just a friend, but the amount of times he’s flirted with you when I’m right next to you. And the fact you guys are going to be at his house, alone. I’m not even upset about the ice cream. It’s about what he's going to do when I’m not there,” she explained, taking both of your hands in hers. 

“He’s not going to do anything," you reassured her. “And if he does its not like I’m going to give him what he wants. I get he can be a little touchy and his words aren't always the best choices but there’s nothing behind it. Jeremy’s a flirty guy, it’s just what he does. I guess after so long I got used to it and just don’t really notice it.” You pulled her closer, resting your arms on her shoulders. “I’m sorry you feel this way, but America I swear you are the only one I’m into. No way am I gonna fall for Jeremy. I mean come on he has a J name, everyone knows that's a red flag.” America broke into a fit of giggles.

“That’s what I was thinking,” she replied. The two of you stood in a nearly empty hall, laughing to each other as her hands fell to your waist. Once everything was called down she rested her forehead on yours. “You promise?” she asked in a mumbled. You nodded.

“You’re the only one for me,” you stated, moving to kiss her cheek. However the bell rang just as you went. A teacher stepped out of his classroom, scanning the hall his eyes landed on the two of you. Taking in the close proximity the two of you were at.

“Really? Making out in the hallways. I thought that was left in the 90s,” he rolled his eyes, “Detention after school,” he stated pointing at the two of you before going back to his room.

You turned back to America, the two of you once again falling into a fit of giggles.

“Well, looks like I’m not going to be going to Jeremy’s after all,” you laughed. 

“Ice cream after detention?” America asked. You nodded.

“Only if we can convince Wong to sneak us out early. The shop closes at four.”

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[thatonebrazilian]

ayyo! i hope it's okay to request a fic like the previous one where kate & reader are together and peter has a crush on kate and keeps trying to get together with her, but instead of kate being flirty with peter, she decides to confront him and tells him to "go f himself" bc she's not at all interested and is in a happy relationship with reader. thanks :)

Heeey, I'm SO SORRY it took so long to write this. I'll be honest, I just wasn't really feeling like writing more Kate after writing two consecutive fics with her, but then my game update came out and suddenly I'm in a Kate Bishop mood again.

Anyway, just keep in mind that the reader has Weapon Hex's powers for this fic (If you don't know who Weapon Hex is, she is literally a mix between the Scarlet Witch and X-23). So, basically, Y/N is Wolverine powered but also has Scart Witch's magic.

That's it, hope you enjoy it!

With Great Power...

“Is that a new haircut? Your hair's looking beautiful.” You heard Peter ask and you fought off a groan.

You liked Peter, you did, he was a nice enough guy, but since you introduced Kate to the team, the spiderling had been hounding your girlfriend like a vulture.

Kate forced a smile on her face, her eyes still on the field in front of her, on the men shooting at you. “Thanks, I washed it.” She said, making Yelena and America snort.

Contrary to you, they didn’t like Peter, but at least Kate was still polite enough not to show it to the world. Yelena and America, on the other hand…

“Parker, concentrate!” you yelled, pulling Kate away from a stray bullet and shielding her with your body. “And stop distracting my girlfriend! Unlike me, her fucking skeleton isn’t made of Vibranium!”

Yeah, you were pretty much physically invincible, as well as magically enhanced, Hydra experiment and all that. But Kate wasn’t and you were one comment away from using Peter as a bowling ball to knock out all those goons shooting at you.

“Sorry, miss Y/N,” he said sheepishly. He wasn’t sorry at all, the fucker.

You were slicing your enemies left and right, keeping a close eye on Kate all the while. Your claws glowed red with magic, you could feel everything around you, your senses working like a radar.

You heard one of the men groan, and then another, and another. Yelena was knocking out guy after guy using nothing more than pure skill. If you were honest, there was a tiny part of you that was more than a little scared, after all, if she could do all of that with skill alone, what would she be able to if she had powers? You shuddered just thinking about it.

To Yelena’s right, Billy was using his powers, his bluish magic was the opposite to his mother’s, yet just as strong. Then there was Peter, swinging around and using his webs, America, punching everyone left and right, and Riri using the full power of her iron suit, blasting dozens of men at once. And then there was your best girl, using her arrows beside you.

Until the fucker had to distract her again.

“Hey, Kate, look how cool this is!” Peter said, and proceeded to use his webs to gather a lot of goons together, tie them into a ball and send the rolling into the nearby bay.

It was… admittedly cool, but what was not cool was the yelp that left Kate’s mouth as a bullet was shot at her arm. Blood started painting her uniform, her wide eyes were full of a mix between fear and surprise. The men you were fighting took notice, they all aimed at her.

“Kate!” you yelled, jumping in front of your girlfriend.

It was almost like time stopped. You felt your magic surge from within you, red wisps of pure rage exploding outwards, the bullets stopped mid-air, nobody dared to move, the red glow surrounding your claws grew stronger.

“She ok?” you heard Riri ask America, and then, as if awakening, your magic pulsed, rolling off in waves from you, taking with it all the remaining goons. You retracted your claws, your breathing shallow. Kate, you had to make sure she was ok.

You turned around just as she was walking towards you. You took her in your arms, pulling away just enough to look at the wound in her arm.

“Don’t worry, babe, it’s just a scratch,” she said, breathlessly, but you could hear the remnants of the scare in her voice. But, just in a Kate fashion, she tried to deflect, using her good arm to pull you closer, hugging you, bringing her mouth closer to your ear, and whispering “That thing you did with your magic was pretty hot…”

You pulled away, looking at her worriedly. “Kate Bishop, don’t you treat this as if it’s nothing!” you said.

This was your fault, you were this team’s leader, if anything happened to them it was on you… You knew Kate would disagree, she’d say it was Peter’s fault, which it was, but you were the one who chose him to come to this mission.

“Katie!” as if your thoughts summoned the devil, Peter came swinging in your direction, landing by Kate’s side and putting a hand on her shoulder “I’m so sorry, I didn’t think this would happen, are you alright?”

You let go of Kate then, taking a step closer to Peter, your magic still raging around you, your eyes red, your claws itching to come out. “I told you not to distract her.”

“B- but, I-” he stammered, but there was still defiance in his eyes.

You grabbed a fistful of his uniform, bringing him closer to you. “Parker, I’m warning you, start acting like a goddamn responsible hero or you’re out!”

Peter’s eyes widened then, the defiance you saw before was magnified tenfold. “What do you mean out?! You can’t kick me out from the Young Avengers! I- I worked with the original-”

“I don’t fucking care you worked with the original team, this team is under my command, which means your stupid actions put my team in danger, do you get that?” you used your other hand to poke at his chest, your strength was superior to his, so you saw him wince each time your finger practically punctured his chest, “You put my team in danger! I swear to god if Tony hadn’t been so fond of you I’d have your powers removed instead of just kicking you out.”

Peter’s eyes widened even more, he tried to take a couple steps back, but his super strength was nothing compared to yours. “W-what?! You can’t do that! That’s not even possible.”

“Oh, it is,” Billy said, trying and failing to suppress a shudder “My mom taught her how to do it.”

America looked at you then, eyes comically wide. “Wanda Maximoff taught you how to remove people’s powers?”

You didn’t answer, you were too focused trying not to kill Peter Parker. Reluctantly, you released him. “If you don’t learn some goddamn responsibility you’re gonna be kicked out of this team. That’s a promise.”

You took Kate in your arms and flew to the compound.

“You sure you’re ok?” you asked for what felt like the hundredth time, your trembling hands caressing her uninjured arm. It was your fault she was in this bed. It was your fault she was in the med bay.

Kate smiled and used her good arm to pull you down to her, kissing you slowly, lavishing your mouth with hers, saying words of devotion without having to pronounce them. “It was so worth it to see you chewing Parker down like that.” She whispered against your lips, resting her forehead against yours, but then she noticed your inner turmoil, because of course she did, she always paid enough attention to you to notice when you were feeling down. Her expression turned more serious then, her hand coming to your cheek. “This is not your fault, Y/N.”

You shook your head, kissing her again, trying to drown the guilt in her, in her taste, in her scent, in her life. “You’re incorrigible, Kate Bishop.” You pulled away, not addressing what she said about it not being your fault. You knew it was, period. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she mumbled, her nose brushing against yours.

A small smile made its way to your face when you heard her whine at the loss as you finally pulled completely away.

“Calm down, my needy baby, I’m going to bring you something to eat. Stay here, the docs haven’t cleared you out yet.” You said, pointing an accusing finger at her, making her laugh. It was magic, her laughter, it was everything good in this world.

“Yes, yes, mother.” She said, biting her lip at the sight of you lifting a single eyebrow “Or should I say mommy?”

You growled. That little minx. “You’re playing with fire, Bishop.”

She smirked “Sure hope I am.”

You laughed and reluctantly turned around. It didn’t take long at all for you to go to the closest bakery and buy enough food to feed an entire army, though. Kate had an amazing body (and you could tell, you’ve seen every inch of it), but she sure could eat like a starved lion. Her appetite, along with Yelena’s, was fucking out of this world.

“Ohh, is that food?”

Talk about the devil.

“Yes, and it’s not for you, Belova.” You said, smiling at her pout. Yelena was one of the few people whose presence could relieve the heavy weight you carried on your shoulders.

“Whyyyy?” she whined, making you laugh “I like food.”

You shook your head, fighting off a smile. “Were you shot today?”

As soon as the words left your mouth you felt guilty once more. You should have protected her better. Not just her, you should’ve found a way to make sure your team would come out ok.

Yelena looked at you for a good minute before replying, as if she was studying you, analyzing you, dissecting you.

“I was shot at!” she answered then. You thought she’d answer something along the lines of what Kate was saying earlier, that it was not your fault, but instead, her words only made you laugh.

“Shut up, this is for Kate. Though… I can actually cook something for us later. What do you say, girls' night?”

She smiled that blinding smile of hers. “Yeah, I’ll get America and Riri. Your room?”

You nodded and turned to go back to the med bay “My room. See you there. Oh, and get the things ready for us, will you?”

“It’s always ‘get the things ready for us, Yelena’, and never ‘here, Yelena, I made you some really good smelling macaroni’,” she mumbled and you laughed once more.

“You and your obsession with macaroni.” You rolled your eyes.

“Oh, and Y/L/N?” she called out, looking at you from over her shoulder, her voice taking a more serious tone “What happened today was not your fault. Get that into that thick skull of yours.”

You smiled at her, a real smile, and nodded your head in thanks. Your best friend was just like Kate, she seemed to know just what to say when you were down.

When you finally got back to the med bay and your eyes landed on Peter Parker giving flowers to your girlfriend, you felt your power surging from within you. The amount of self-control you had to exercise was astounding, your eyes turned red, your claws itched to come out. When you saw him leaning over her you were about to intervene, fuck it he was a Young Avenger like you, fuck it if he was your teammate, you were going to kick this little shit’s ass for messing with your girl, but then Kate used her good arm to punch him in the face.

“Don’t you dare to kiss me! And I don’t want your flowers!” she practically yelled, her own eyes wide, she wasn’t used to being rude to anyone “I don’t want anything to do with you! I’m sorry, but I don’t like you!” she said, you could see the exasperation in her eyes “I have the most beautiful, strong girlfriend in this world, and she’s fierce, loyal, attentive, and she loves me to a fault, why the fuck do you think I’d ever betray her for a kid like you?”

“B-but we’re all around the same age!” Peter said, eyes as wide as hers.

“Yeah, but while we’re all relatively new to adulthood, you’re still very much a kid. Y/N carries the weight of this whole team on her back like it’s nothing, she’s our leader, she makes most calls, which means it’s on her if someone gets hurt, do you know how tiring that is? And yet she never complains, she deals with it like a pro, but you? You risk my safety, your safety, and the safety of the whole team just to impress someone who’s not even slightly interested in you! That childish, that’s irresponsible, that’s honestly ridiculous.”

At each word you saw Peter’s deflate a little, his shoulders falling, his demeanor changing completely. He seemed desolate. Good. He needed to learn, sooner or later.

“Just… Leave me alone, Peter. We’re teammates, we’re colleagues, nothing more. I don’t want to have to deal with you outside of our professional necessities.”

Peter turned around, you could see his eyes glistening. As he was getting out, you were getting in. His eyes met yours for a second, full of disdain, as if you were something ugly to look at.

“You won,” he said as he was passing you, not loud enough for Kate to hear, no.

You, though, didn’t worry about that, you stopped and turned to him, your red eyes were ice cold. “I didn’t win anything, Parker. Kate’s not an object to be won, besides, if there ever was a competition, you were never even in it. She never liked you, not even as a friend.” You said and turned around to go back to your girl.

You just hoped one day, Peter Parker would learn that with great power, comes great responsibilities.

[i-just-came-here-for-drugz]

Y/n; my milkshakes bring all th boys to th yard but I tell them "go away I'm gay but if you have a sister let her swing my way"

Nat: an that kids is how we met

Yelana blahh bwaehhh *gagging noise

[t-h-i-n-g]

May I get prompts 77 ,42 and 30, what every Oder you want them in with America Chavez x fem reader

a/n: ty for requesting I hope you enjoy :))

word count: 600+

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30.“i’m so hot..” “loving the confidence.” “oh shut up.”

42. “ you flat out just admitted you have feelings for me. “

70.“Hey, uhm, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you…” “Oh, no, don’t tell me you’re gonna go all sappy and confess your love and everything to me now, are you?” “Well now I’m certainly not gonna to do it!”

Was this a date? Or did she mean it as just friends? Friends go to the movies all the time with one another. But what if America meant it as something more? What if she didn't?

A million thoughts raced through your head as you placed the length of your room. You anxiously bit at your nails, your brows furrowed. Sighing to yourself you paused in your step.

Even if this wasn't a date you wanted to look good. Glancing at your night stand you caught the sight of your clock reading '5:21.' The movie started at 7:00 and America would be here at 6:30. Around an hour to get ready, you could deal with it.

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And deal with it you did. You smiled at your reflections. Taking in your attire and your other features. You had to admit. You looked damn good. Picking up your bag you exited the bedroom. As well as opening the front door and stepping outside. Placing yourself on the steps you took a seat, waiting for your future lover to arrive…

Well you hoped so anyways.

America texted you that she'd be there in five. The both of you would be walking to the theater. You scrolled through your phone to pass the time. However your attention was brought elsewhere at the sound of footsteps across the concrete sidewalk.

You looked up and stood from the sight of America waving towards you at the end of your driveway. Hurriedly you shuffled towards her.

Her eyes scanned over your body with a light smile. You chuckled at her speechless behavior.

"I'm so hot," you joked. America giggling her cheeks blooming in a slight blush.

"Loving the confidence."

"Shut up," you snorted, shoving her arm softly. She laughed along, linking her arm with yours. "What movie is it again?"

"I'm gonna be honest, I don't really know. I just know that Sandra Block is in it," she shrugged. You hummed in response. The sounds of birds chirping and cars passing by field the new found silence. However the more the quiet atmosphere made you more anxious as time went on. "The movie theater is just over the hill," America informed. When you didn't respond she looked over at you. Taking in your stressed expression. She squeezed your arm. "You alright?" You snapped you eyes in her direction. Nodding your head you cleared your throat.

"Y-yeah, I was just thinking," you mumbled.

"About what?" You bit your lip pondering. America nudged your hip with hers. "Come on, you can tell me," she assured.

"I was wondering what exactly what we're doing." America furrowed her brows.

"Going to the movies?"

"No no, but what are we going there as?" You held your breath as the question slipped from your lips. America froze in her step, turning to face you.

“About that. Hey, uhm, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you…” she started.

"Oh, no, don’t tell me you’re gonna go all sappy and confess your love and everything to me now, are you? I'm not prepared for that," you rambled.

“Well now I’m certainly not gonna to do it!" She exclaimed, laughter falling for her lips.

“ You flat out just admitted you have feelings for me. You know that right?" America rolled her eyes.

"Well, duh. I was going to do it properly but then you cut me off."

"I'm sorry. I panicked. I was overthinking this whole thing all afternoon and I wasn't expecting to get the response I was looking for," you explained.

"So you're saying you like me, right? ," America chuckled nervously. You nodded you head giggling.

"Yes, I like you back."

"Good. Cause this would have been so awkward if you didn't." She grabbed your hand gently. Linking her fingers with yours, pulling you along the sidewalk.

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🥳 america chavez movie date

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"I swear to god if you don't shut up I'm going to smack you with a pillow."

"It's not my fault they're just so cheesy," America whined, falling back onto the cushions. Rolling your eyes you took a piece of popcorn and threw it at her.

"We literally act like that," you stated, looking over your shoulder at her from your place on your stomach. Scrunching up her face, America huffed.

"Yeah right..." her snarky statement died out slowly as the sight of the couple on the screen held one another. One had their hands on the other's waist while the other individual leaned back against the wall. Doe-eyed smiles were shared between them.

"Seem familiar?" you teased.

"But we don't say stuff like them." Quirking a brow at her you chuckled.

"You literally called me the prettiest human to ever exist yesterday." Holding up her hands in defense America's features took an offended expression.

"Well, I'm so sorry for telling the truth."

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ooooooohhhhhh this was kinda cheesy BUT ITS FINE- also tysm for your support love :))))

[t-h-i-n-g]

Could u do a america chavez x fem reader fluff? you can do whatever u want with it plot wise!

Chef Strange

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a/n: I couldn't help myself from adding Strange in lol. the gif sucks ik. but there wasn't a lot of options and idk how the hell to make one myself moving on- thanks for requesting! i hope you like it :))

word count: 800

summary: you didn’t know that dr. strange could make pancakes…

warnings: none, unless if you think calling Dr. Strange homophobic as a joke is one LMAO

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The morning was quiet. Silence was the only thing coursing through your room. Footsteps making their way past the door every now and then. You laid silently, your chin propped on America’s head as she was cuddled into your chest. Running your fingers lightly through her hair, detangling the knots that formed during the night. Her soft breath falling on your skin. The both of you moved into the Sanctum after the incident with Wanda. Which took a toll on both of your mentally and physical health. 

And some how you ended up here. Learning how to do magic and such under Wong’s teaching. He usually in the morning came to the Sanctum to bring you both to the training at the Swayambhunath Temple, as you haven't been able to use the rings yet… It was a work in progress. 

Today however was different. Wong said that you have been working hard enough to earn a day off. You highly doubted that that was the actual truth as a magician's work is never done, that’s what you read on wikihow when learning to do the rabbit in a hat trick after you found out you would be learning magic.

In truth you knew that Wong just needed a break himself. Having to deal with America and you on the daily can take a toll on a person. The two of you hardly ever seemed to get proper work done. Always sneaking off now and then as well as giggling throughout the training sessions. He never really could discipline you on it though. As for some reason you always got what was needed to be accomplished… for America however… anyways.

A soft sigh left your lips as she curled closer into you. Dragging your fingers lightly down her back, you listened to her calm breaths. Even and steady. That was until a loud knock was sounded followed by a voice.

“Come out before I think you died in there,” Strange said, continuing to knock. America shot up, shocked awake by the noise. You groaned, rolling yourself out of bed and approaching the door. You opened it, an annoyed expression making it’s appearance. “Morning, or should I say afternoon,” he remarked. “Why aren’t you up yet?”

“Because it’s our day off,” America mumbled, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She slouched herself into your side. Strange’s brows furrowed.

“Don’t you have a room not even three door’s down.” America nodded.

“Yeah, but why would I be there when my girlfriends in here?” she asked, holding onto your hand. The man’s face scrunched up.

“Ew,” he turned around, beckoning you both to follow him. You let out a gasp, pulling America with you.

“Strange that was kinda homophobic of you,” you stated. He rolled his eyes, having heard that sentence more times then he would like to admit.

“I don’t want to hear any of your gross relationship talk.” 

“That also sounded homophobic,” America butted in. Strange turned to face you, freezing you both in your step.

“If I was homophobic would I be letting you stay here?” he questioned.

“Technically it’s Wong’s place since he is the Sorcerer Supreme,” you pointed out. “And Wong would never kick us out, cause he’s not homophobic unlike somebody-” Strange cut you off with a sound of frustration, dragging a hand down his face. He once again started making his way down the hallway. The three of you approached the kitchen, something smelt like it was previously burning.

“Well, am I really be homophobic if I made you guys breakfast,” he said motioning to the plates set out. A stack of pancakes in front of them. Your eyes light up, once again pulling America along with you. She giggled lightly, taking her spot next to you. Strange moved to sit across from you both.

“I didn’t know you could cook,” you informed, grabbing some syrup that was set aside. He hummed.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”

“Oooo, mysterious,” America whispered, passing a carton of fruit to you. You cut a slice of the pancake, holding it to your mouth before stopping yourself.

“How do I know your pancakes aren’t homphobic?” you asked, pointing your fork at him accusingly. He groaned once more, placing his head in his hands. Making you and America laugh. “I’m joking,” you comforted him lightly, taking a bite. “This is really good. Thanks, Strange.”

“Yeah, thanks. They’re a little burnt in some places but it’s the thought that counts,” America nodded. She slid her hand once again into yours under the counter. You took it, running your thumb across her knuckles. The two of you smiled at each other. Once again Strange groaned.

“Don’t do that in my kitchen. You make me miss my love life.”

“Then don’t being homophobic in the kitchen!”

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Hands slammed down onto the kitchen's island.

"Let's go out," you demanded. America jumped in her seat from the sudden movement and noise. Snapping her gaze to you she took a look at your heaving shoulders.

"Right now?" she asked, setting her phone down onto the granite counter top. "It's like 6 am." Bringing your hands up your waved them in dismissal.

"No, no. It doesn't have to be right no- I just. I think we should go out some time. Together. Alone," you tried to explain. Swiftly moving to the cabinets you grabbed a glass from the sanctums shelves. America tried to read your expression. Taken aback by you slightly erratic behavior.

"Why are you acting weird? Is something wrong? Did something hap-"

"No! No," you cut her off. Taking a gulp of water, trying to calm yourself. "Sorry, I just ran from the library. Wong opened my eyes about somethings." The vagueness of your explanation did not help any of America's questions.

"And that caused you to just run in here like your hyped up on caffeine?" Meekly shrugging, you nodded.

"Well... yeah. I had to ask you if you wanted to go out."

"But we hang out all the time. What's so different about this?"

Slowly your expression dropped. The realization of the situation dawning to you.

"Yeah sorry, hang out on like a date."

America took a moment to respond. Your blunt statement catching her off guard.

"Okay?" she replied, slightly unsure of herself. Setting your cup in the sink you shot her two thumbs up before moving to exit the room.

"Great. I'll text you some ideas. Wong said I had a five minute study break to ask. So I gotta, y'know. Head back and stuff. Uh... yeah."

Sighing at you awkward nature America slouched her elbows back onto the island.

Looks like she somehow has herself a date.

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🍬 date with america chavez

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"You got a little something right..." America brought a hand up. Gesturing to the area above you lips. Taking a finger you swiped across the skin. However the feeling of the sticky ice cream didn't come in contact with your thumb.

"Where?" you asked, feeling around. America helplessly tried to direct you.

"It's right- to the left, no my left."

"Oh my god," you mumbled, giggling to yourself. She chuckled as well. Reaching across the table America took your chin in between her fingers. Pulling you towards her she leaned closer. Her tongue crept out of her mouth before she swiped it across your cheek.

"Ew," you groaned, shoving her face away as she cackled. With the back of your hand you wiped the remained saliva and ice cream off as she hummed to herself.

"Mmm, mint chocolate chip. You basic bitch," she hummed. Your eyes widened at her audacity.

"You got cookie dough. How is that not basic?" you exclaimed as America tried to shush you

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CONGRATS ON 400!!!!! could you do a drabble of america chavez calming you down after u had a nightmare plz :)

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"Just breath in with me, okay?" Her calm voice broke through your erratic mind. Looking over you met America's brown eyes. Sucking in a breath you tried to focus on her hands holding yours. The warmth and pressure of her hold brought you back down from the flight or fight mode you just experienced.

Attempting to further ground you she counted while you breathed out. Pushing the air past your lips you felt your heart slow. Your mind relaxed as you slouched into America's grasp. She shushed you quietly while you shuttered. Holding you softly, she rubbed your back.

Silence ensued as you both took the time to take in the previous events. And America patiently waited till you spoke. As she would be there for you if you wanted to talk. Even if you didn't want to. She would still be there when you needed her. As she knew you would do the same.

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Hii! I saw that the 300 follower event is ending today and i was wondering if i could still request (congrats on 300 btw!!) if u can i would love a 🍬 w america chavez abt her telling her she likes u on a picnic or at dinner or anything like that

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America just didn't get it. How could look just so...

pretty.

The way the sun's rays radiated onto your skin was eye catching. Casting a yellowish, bright hue across your features. A strawberry was caught between your teeth as you bit into the fruit. Juice made it's way across your lips as you hummed in content. Making them shine.

America's own mouth moved before she should think.

"Can I tell you something?" Quirking a brow as you wiped the stickiness from your chin you peered over at her. The distance between you both was so close. America could just reach out to run a thumb across your cheek. A picnic basket rested on top of a blanket. Separating the both of you.

"Yeah, sure. Of course," you responded, nonchalant. America bit her lip. Fighting with her self to just bring up the unspoken moments that the two of you had shared throughout the course of the last couple of months. All the lingering touches and the amount of affection that was shared. Friends didn't do what you both have done. They don't kiss each other on the corner of each others mouths as a greeting. Always touch each other at any given chance. Wither it was holding hands or a simple hug. Friends don't look at each other like the other has hung all the stars in the sky. America knows that. You know that.

"You know I like you right?"

A small smile creased your cheeks.

"Yeah, duh. Why else would we be here?" you dismissed.

"No, not like that." You beaming expression faltered but it didn't fall at her words. Slowly you responded.

"Yes, I also know that too." America fell onto her back, huffing at your hesitancy. Silence fell between you both. You looked down at sulking frame. A teasing smirk edged on your lips as you crawled over to her. Taking her head in your hands you brought it to your lap. "I like you like that too. Don't worry," you comforted as America's eyes met yours.

A understanding statement was confirmed from your gazes. Telling each other things more than words could say

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🍬 pizza and watching movies with america chavez

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"Bella where the hell have you been, loca?" You mimicked in a mumble. America huffed out a laugh before grabbing another slice of pepperoni.

"I still can't believe you have a shirt of that," she snorted. You hummed in response, looking down at your attire. The face of Taylor Lautner stared back.

"It was worth the forty bucks."

"Forty dollars?" She asked exasperated. America shot up from her spot on your bed. Your lips turned into a thinned line while you nodded.

"Best investment I've ever made. Perfect for a marathon like this," you stated. She let out another exhale of laughter before, settling back down. Her head rested on your chest. America's hands played with the hem of your shirt. The pizza slice long forgotten as the TV continued to play the blue washed colored hues.

Hi hi ty for requesting. this was really short and sweet I hope you liked it :))

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HIII CONGRATS ON THE FOLLOWER COUNT!!!! I had an idea for an america fic and i always love urs so i wanted to see if u could do one where reader [fem] is bi and is dating america but she has a boy bsf that openly flirts with reader infront of america and the reader doesnt notice, then they get paired up for a big project together and have to spend more time together so americas jealous, i love what u come up with so make it your own from there!!!

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heres the link - just friends:oneshot

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