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Unexpected (Pt.10) - Paul Lahote x Reader

it’s been 84 years!! congrats on waiting this long, I’m a mess and I never write but I love every last one of you for sticking with me. here’s your reward! it’s short and silly but I enjoyed writing it and I hope I will have the power to make more soon

word count: 2208

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9

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              The tent and the festivities inside are faint in both sound and sight before either of you speak again. Strangely, as you follow the dark-haired boy further into darkness, you feel no words that need to be said. You wonder where he’s taking you, but the wonder roots itself in excitement, in anticipation, in… trust? There is no fear, and you decide it is better left a surprise, so you do not pressure him to explain. He squeezes your hand, tosses a smile at you over his shoulder, and continues leading you down a winding pathway, curving just over a subtle hill to resume the steady downwards slope. Hand enveloped warmly in his, you welcome that all-too familiar family of butterflies in your middle.

              “A few more minutes,” he assures you quietly, as if not to disturb the forest. “Sorry about the trek.”

              You shake your head. “Not at all, this is way better than what I was doing a minute ago.”

              Paul lets out a quick breath, a snort of a laugh as he nods in response, allowing the silence to return.

              Another minute passes, then two, then five. You watch your feet closely, carefully scrambling over rocks and branches and soft mounds of moss, following Paul’s steady lead, before he suddenly stops short.

              Craning his neck around, he turns to face you, his face set in a sideways grin you’ve come to know well. “We’re here,” he says, hopping off a slight ledge below him before reaching up to help you down, wrapping strong hands around your waist and lifting you with ease, gently setting you on the ground beside him.

              “It’s… beautiful,” you say, and you mean it. As your feet settle back on the ground, your eyes fall on a gentle creek, soft current bubbling in the quiet forest. A thick layer of moss covers the clearing, crawling up the sides of the looming ash trees that circle the creek, forming a barrier between the grove and the outside world, a trickle of light seeping in from the cracks of sky overhead, a puddle of moonlight illuminating spots of water, the soft ground beneath you, the tall boy who you now realise is still holding your hand.

              Instinctively, you jerk yours away, tucking it in the crook of your other arm, crossing them over your chest. Paul glances towards you, brows knitting together in an emotion you can’t quite read, before softening his face and turning towards the brook.

              “Isn’t it? I found it one day when I was on patrol. I come here all the time, to… you know, get away from the guys. Be alone for a bit,” he says, taking a few steps closer to the water, crouching down to wave a hand through the current.

              You’re silent for a moment, biding your time, drinking in the sight of the clearing before you open your mouth to speak again. Paul beats you to it.

              “I’ve never brought anyone else here before,” he says. You can’t see his face, but there’s a waver, ever so slight, in his steady voice. He hunches further over the creek, leaning back on his heels until he’s sitting in the moss.

              Two slow, hesitant steps, and you’ve closed the gap between you, kneeling beside him, shoulder to shoulder. You turn your face to his, gazing on his strong profile, gently sloped nose and soft, full lips. “Then I’m honoured,” you say, leaning your weight on him ever so slightly.

              Paul chuckles, half-lidded eyes lowering to examine his hands folded neatly in his lap. “You should be,” he says, meeting your eye again. They’re smiling, they almost always are. But you know his eyes now, better than you’d ever expected to – and the smile is only half of them. They’re sad, too, buried somewhere deep beneath his jokes and his teasing and his lighthearted demeanor.

              Allowing a slow smile of your own to pass over your lips, you reach down to your feet a slip off your shoes, a flimsy pair of pink ballet slippers – you hadn’t exactly planned on a hike today – and dangle your bare feet over the water, slowly lowering them to dip your toes in. A shudder shakes your spine as the cool river washes over them. It passes as quickly as it arrived, and in a moment you’re standing again, dancing on the slick riverbed, soaked halfway to your knees.

              Grin still plastered on your face, you watch as Paul leans over, carefully untying his dress shoes and rolling up his pants, glancing up at you with a cocked brow. He returns your smile, and you can’t be sure but… you think this one was all smile.

              A moment later he’s standing beside you, closing the space between you until you’re pressed together, as he reaches for your open hand once more, guiding the other to rest on his shoulder before placing his own on your hip. One more smile, and you search his eyes for sadness. You can’t find it.

              A hot blush rushes to your cheeks, and you pray he can’t see it in the blue light. “What’s this for?” You ask, almost silently, a whisper, barely audible over the bubble of the stream at your feet.

              “You promised me a dance,” he says, casting dark eyes down at yours. His gaze never wavers.

              A quick laugh escapes you. “I guess I did.”

              Another beat of silence, two bodies swaying in the water together. There’s something about silence with Paul, it never feels… empty. As though you there’s nothing that needs to be said, the comfort of the other’s presence is enough. Warm, gentle, comforting… safe. That’s the word. Paul is safe. Your mind wandering, you almost don’t notice your head moving to rest on his chest, him tightening his arms around you, enveloping you in his embrace.

              “Y/N.”

              Your eyes flutter open, suddenly aware of where you are, what you’re doing. For once, you don’t pull away. “Yeah?”

              He doesn’t respond right away. Pressed against his chest, you can feel his heart beating in rhythm inside him, the gulp in his throat, almost hear the cogs turning in his mind. “You remember… that night on the beach? When we were talking? About… you know. Life, and imprinting, and… friendship?”

              “I do.”

              He lets out a long breath. “I’ve… been thinking about it. A lot. I know you said what you said, and if things haven’t changed for you, I won’t ask again, but - ”

              He stops short.

              He steps back.

              “Get down,” he says, crouching to the ground, motioning for you to follow. “Shit, shit, shit. This isn’t happening.”

              You follow suit, wrapping a trembling hand around his bicep, the edge of your dress dipping into the river. His face has grown so dark, miles away from the look he was giving you an instant ago. You’ve never seen him so grave. “What? What’s happening?” You whisper.

              “Shhhh,” he says, eyes scanning the darkness, pulling you out of the water and onto the land. “Something’s here. I can smell them… and if I can smell them - ”

              “They can smell you. Astute observation, for a dog.” A voice carries through the darkness, it’s owner nowhere to be seen. Whoever it belongs to, it’s deep and drawling, soaking with something like enmity. “Although, I must admit, I expected you to notice me sooner. I could smell your stench miles away, it’s downright sickening.”

              Paul bares his teeth, lets out something like a low growl. You wince, leaning in closer, trying to make out what he said. It’s not until he shoots a desperate look towards you that his words register – Get back. And you do, scrambling backwards on the soft earth, putting distance between you and the boy before he starts to tremble, roaring in agony and anger as his body begins to shift, twist, accompanied by that awful sound of cracking bone and snapping jaws.

              And then, where Paul was a moment ago, stands a hunched over, gigantic, looming grey wolf. He curls his lips, fangs gleaming as they pass through a patch of moonlight, releasing a steady, gravelly growl into the air, taunting the speaker to come out.

              You look around, from the wolfen figure of Paul to the darkness around you, afraid of who could have scared Paul so badly, crouching beside the trunk of a moss-covered tree, pressing your back to it.

              The voice calls out once more. “That’s really sweet, you know? Toying around with humans. You guys do that, I guess, don’t you?” In an instant, standing at the top of the ledge Paul had carried you down a few minutes before, a man appears in a blur. He’s dressed very nicely, a sharp black shirt buttoned to his collar and crisp dress pants, a trim coat thrown over his shoulder. The darkness of his clothes contrast against the whitest skin you’ve ever seen – almost glowing in the moonlight. A styled mop of blonde hair is slicked back on his head, and he gazes down at Paul with two intense blood red eyes. “She’s your special one, isn’t she? What do you call them?”

              Paul growls again, aggression dripping from his voice. The man only laughs and crouches down to his knees, flickering his eyes to where you’ve hidden yourself in the darkness. “Your friend here can’t speak at the moment, it would seem. Care to enlighten me, hon?”

              “I-” You start, and the man hops of the ledge, as if to make his way over to you. He hasn’t even reached the ground before the full force of a shapeshifted Paul slams into his form.

              You’ve seen the wolves fight before – with their sheer strength, their speed, you know well enough that no regular human could go up against one of them alone and survive. Although… you had an inkling this man was no regular human. Sure enough, a moment after he’s knocked down, he’s back on his feet, eyes darkening as he focuses on Paul, a sly smile peeling across his thin lips.

              The man barrels towards him, wrapping two arms around the wolf’s middle and lifting him into the air with ease. You watch in horror as Paul slams into the ground on his side, a high-pitched whimper escaping him before he rolls quickly to the side to avoid a second blow, the man bringing his hand down in a claw, only barely missing his middle.

              This earns the well-dressed man a snap at the ankles, the slash of a claw across his face, the baring of a powerful jaw at his side. The two exchange blows in unison for what feels like an eternity – the man holding his own to your amazement. What sort of creature was this, that could stand against something as strong as you’d known the wolves to be? The creatures move in a blur, both impossibly fast as they dart around the clearing, batting away bites and swings with ease, seemingly perfectly matched. You know Paul would want you to run, he’s buying you time – if he fell, there would be nothing protecting you from whatever this man is, whatever he came for. But you can’t move, your legs locked in place, your eyes glued to the scene before you. In what was once a silent grove, most certainly now rings loudly with growls and grunts, the sound of bone against bone and claws ripping through flesh, but you hear nothing. You heart pounds in your ears, blood rushing past, the sound of worry all you can hear. What if something happens to him? What if he’s not strong enough? All of the sudden, a most desperate fear curls its dark fingers around your throat.

              What if Paul doesn’t make it?

              You fall backwards on your feet, desperately resisting the urge to go to his side, to take the man in your hands and pull him apart for threating your… what is Paul to you, anyway? A moment ago, you would have said friend. It doesn’t seem to fit quite right anymore.

              As if on cue, three more figures burst through the treeline, baring sharp, gleaming fangs and dark, canine glowers at the pale man, whose confidence seems to waver for a moment. The three new wolves – you couldn’t be certain, but judging by the silver coat, the slender, muscular figure, you would bet the one on the far side was Leah.

              It’s not a fair fight anymore. The three new wolves descend upon the man, who struggles to dodge and dart away like he had with Paul, wherever he arrives, a set of powerful teeth are waiting to greet him. You hear him cry, and in a moment one of the wolves is at your side.

              As she saunters closer, you know you would recognize her anywhere.

              “Leah,” you whisper, feeling hot tears tearing across your cheeks.

              She lowers her head, motioning to her back, then to the pile of wolves. Tentatively, you reach up, placing your arms on her strong back, eyes flickering to her face for permission. She nods, and you pull yourself up, straddling her sides, gripping her fur tightly in trembling fists.

              And then you’re flying through the night.

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Always Been There - Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

A/N: This is for @thefanficfaerie who hosted a Disney writing challenge. I had a lot of fun writing this! My quote was from The Lion King and is bolded. Thanks lovely for letting me be part of this! x  (This is a re-upload)

Disclaimer: **All characters besides Reader, belongs to Marvel (MCU)**

Word count: 1,327

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

MCU Characters: Steve Rogers

Rating: PG15+

Warnings: Slight talk about death and bad self thoughts for a second, nothing graphic at all.

Summery: Steve has always been there for you, even before he knew who you really were. Tonight you needed his comfort, and that’s just what he provided.

The cold winter night air blew the hair away from your face, leaving a cold presence in its wake. You shivered slightly at the feeling, since you only had a light tank top on with shorts and socks warming your feet. Totally dumb for a winter night, especially when it got cold enough for it to snow, but you were sweating before. You had that nightmare again, and it hurt you once again. You usually woke Steve up, but he was out on a mission for so long that you knew he was tired and sleep was what he needed, since tomorrow he had another busy day scheduled. You dwelled on how alone and upset you were feeling about everything. Your hands were placed firmly on the railings of the small balcony you had, and you were breathing heavily through your mouth. You were so sure that you’d have a cold in the morning given how frosty is was, but that thought was taken away as a warm presence graced your body, you then felt a body stand next to you. ‘You could get sick, Y/N.’ You heard Steve say tiredly.

‘I know, but I couldn’t sleep.’ You slid your arms into the holes of the huge jacket that had been placed upon your shoulders, by your beautiful fiancé.

‘Did you have that nightmare again?’ Steve asked hesitantly. You nodded, before inhaling the scent left in the jacket; it was the leather jacket that he wore when he rode his motorcycle. ‘I don’t want to push you to say anything, darling, but I think it’d be good if you finally told someone what the nightmare is about. I know that when I talk to you about mine, they become easier to handle if I have them again.’ You hummed in response, looking at the the diamond ring on your finger.

‘I’ll try.’ You said softly, the city lights in your vision while Steve was in your peripheral. He placed his large hand over your smaller one, and looked over at the city skyline too. Steve could be stubborn, hard-headed, frustrating and sometimes infuriating, but you knew that there was always so much more about him, like, his patience when it came to people he loved and cared about, or how his heart of gold could never let him leave a good person hurt. At this moment, the patient, loving and soft man you adored, was standing next to you, encouraging you to let him in. You breathed in deeply, and entwined your hand with his. ‘So,’ you started, ‘in the nightmare, it starts with us being together, but HYDRA soon takes me away from you and after months of you trying to find me, you can’t, so you just leave it alone and I become alone. Then it happens again, those evil monsters take away every memory I’ve ever had and I become a slave to them. I see myself as a body, and watch what I’m doing but can’t do anything about it. I try to hurt you, I try so so hard to do it, so hard that you have to fight back and it really injures me. You feel guilty and try to bring me back, but then everything goes black and I can only hear ringing, and it all starts again and again and again.’ You hadn’t noticed the tears that started to stream down your face, and how tight your grip on the railing had become. Steve stroked the back of your right hand with his thumb, calming you down slightly. ‘The worst thing I’ve ever lived through replays in my mind every day Steve. It hurts me so much.’ At that moment, you couldn’t hold in your sobs anymore. Steve held you close to his chest, alternating between stroking your hair and rubbing your back until you calmed down.

‘That’s one of the worst things to live with, memories that you don’t want to remember, reply in your mind when you’re asleep and you can’t control anything. I used to have those about Bucky, when I lost him on the train. Until I found him again, it happened.’ You weren’t sure how this was going to help, but you continued to listen, Steve always knew what he was talking about. ‘It might never stop for you, but what your mind is keeping from you is what happened after we found you. I remember that day because I knew I needed you in my life forever when I saw you. I did have to injure you, and you were being cared for by the med team in the tower for a while, but when you woke up, I was there. Do you remember that?’ He asked you, to which you replied with a simple head shake. ‘Well, you were really scared. It hurt me because I could see the good in you, it’s why I couldn’t complete the mission the way it was supposed to be done.’ You had never known that the mission originally required for you to be…dead. You gulped at that thought. ‘We got to talking for a while, and I saw you every day for a week before you had to start your training and get clearance to work with us. I remember so clearly the day you got recruited.’

‘I don’t remember that day. I don’t actually remember a lot about my past and the beginning of becoming an Avenger.’

‘That’s absolutely fine, doll, because I do, and now you can know what happened that morning.’ You looked at him in awe, very ready to hear about this day. He locked eyes with you, and took both your hands in his. ‘Well, you weren’t sure how to handle the whole ‘good side’ thing. You were terrified that you’d suddenly snap back into your old ways.’ He paused for a few seconds, and you could see the tiniest amount of pain flicker in his eyes. ‘You wanted to leave…for good. It broke my heart to a million bits, so I gave you the best advice I could give you in that moment and told you, “Y/N, I know it’s scary to start a new life with new ways and morals. Yes, the past can hurt, but the way I see it, you can either run from it, or learn from it, it’s up to you. I strongly urge you to learn from it and use it as a way to build a bigger and better person, but you have to make a choice.”’ You couldn’t believe that he basically saved your life.

‘I chose to learn from it.’ You whispered so softly, a regular person wouldn’t have been able to hear what you said.

‘You did, and I can’t tell you how happy I am that you chose to. If you hadn’t, well I don’t think I’d be where I am now.’

‘Knowing you Rogers, you’d probably beat yourself up over it.’ He chuckled a little at that.

‘Honestly, I probably would have. Guess you saved yourself andme.’ You smiled at that and hugged Steve tightly.

‘Maybe the the nightmare will continue, but now I know how it ends, and it’s a great ending.’ Steve laughed.

‘And the ending will be the greatest in a week.’ You agreed with what was just said, and turned around in Steve’s arms.

‘Only a week left? Damn, that means I only have one more week to be a Y/L/N.’ You joked, but Steve didn’t know if you were or weren’t, so ever the gentleman, he offered,

‘You can continue being Y/L/N if you want to Y/N.’ You shook your head.

‘I was joking Steve, I really want to become Mrs Steven Rogers. Married life with you will be awesome.’ With that have been said, you and Steve snuggled closer together, watching the sun rise over the beautiful city of New York.

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Happy Birthday! - Platonic!Avengers x Fem!Reader

A/N: I’m so sorry this took forever, but since this was a fluffy fic, I wanted to be in the right frame of mind to give it my all! Happy (belated) birthday to @beckastark​ who requested this x

Disclaimer: **All characters besides Reader, belongs to Marvel (MCU)**

Word count: 1,034

Pairing: Platonic!Avengers x Fem!Reader

MCU Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Peter Parker, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, Thor (briefly), Clint (briefly) and Rhodey (briefly)

Rating: General

Warnings: None

Summery: It’s your 21st birthday and Tony is going to make this a memorable one!

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Interning for Tony Stark had its pros and cons, but you never thought too much about the cons since you could spend every day around marvellous people. Over the course of the past two years, you managed to get close to some of the Avengers; Peter Parker, Wanda Maximoff and Tony Stark. All three in completely different aspects of the job, but your close friends. You got along with everyone else, but you didn’t like becoming close to too many people. Today was the day you were looking forward to the most…

‘Happy 21st birthday Y/N!’ Peter wished you happily when he saw you in the compound kitchen. You couldn’t help the big smile that graced your face.

‘Thank you Peter!’ You said pulling him into a hug.

‘I talked to Tony yesterday, and he said that I could take you around with my webs and then get lunch with Wanda.’ You nodded as you started to make a cup of coffee for yourself.

‘I’d really like that.’ You said just as people started piling into the kitchen; you were wished by every Avenger in the compound.

‘You guys should get going now, before I change my mind about Peter swinging you around New York.’ You and Peter both chuckled before biding your goodbyes and leaving.

‘Alright Avengers, let’s go over what everyone is doing today. Capsicle, you’re doing the decorating.’ Steve groaned but didn’t say anything, after all, this was for you not Tony. ‘Point Break!’

‘I still don’t like that name Tony.’ Thor said, looking directly into Tony’s eyes.

‘I know, that’s why I do it. Anyway, you’re on alcohol duty with Romanoff aka Triple Imposter.’ Natasha smirked at her “code” name.

‘Platypus and Legolas, you two are on entertainment. Banner and I will work on something special for Y/N and Wanda is doing the food.’ Rhodey and Clint nodded ignoring their nicknames. No one had moved yet which made Tony roll his eyes, ‘Me being done with speaking means that you guys get moving.’

‘You’re never done speaking.’ Steve mumbled waking out, which was heard by Natasha and Clint making them laugh.

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‘That was fun Peter! Thanks!’ You cheered merrily. ‘Hey Wanda.’ You commented walking into your favourite restaurant.

‘Hey Y/N! I ordered (Y/F/F), I hope that’s okay.’

‘Of course, thank you Wanda!’ You said hugging your friend.

‘I ordered you the same thing Peter, since I wasn’t too sure what you wanted to eat here.’ Peter thanked Wanda for being so thoughtful before sitting down along with you and Wanda. ‘So Y/N, how was your swing around the city?’ Wanda asked you smiling. You sighed happily.

‘It was so freaking amazing! I haven’t had that sort of a rush in a while!’ You said cheerfully.

‘I have a surprise for you too!’

‘You didn’t have to get or do anything for me Wanda.’ You interrupted with a smile.

‘I know, but I thought you’d like it. I know how much you love Aladdin and I remember you saying that you wished you could have a flying carpet so…I’m gonna make that happen.’ Your eyes went big with shock.

‘You’d really do that?’ Wanda chuckled.

‘Of course Y/N! You’re my best friend and you’re 21 now, so you should have fun. Obviously, we can’t do it now, but we can do it tomorrow night?’

‘Yes! On one condition.’ You stated with a wide grin.

‘Anything.’ Wanda said a little confused.

‘Peter gets to come.’ Peter looks up from his food as if he wasn’t listening; everything clicked in a few seconds though.

‘Oh, you don’t have to do that Y/N. This is your birthday gift, not mine.’

‘That’s okay Peter, I’d love to have you with me. It’d be my turn to take you around the city.’ The three of you laughed before starting to eat.

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‘She’s coming! No one say anything about our plans!’ Tony yelled as he was alerted by F.R.I.D.A.Y that you had gotten home. Everyone quickly hid everything in random places before you were able to get into the room.

‘Hey guys!’ You greeted as you walked in.

‘Enjoy your morning?’ Tony asked, taking a sip of the drink in his hand.

‘I did! Thanks so much for letting Peter take me out through the city this morning Tony, it was an amazing experience!’ You couldn’t stop the smile that formed. As you started to make your way upstairs to put all your shopping away when Natasha stopped you.

‘I bought you a dress and it’s on your bed. You should put it on and show us.’ You thanked your friend before shaking your head with a smile plastered onto your face and heading up to your room. Trying on the dress, you saw how your dress shined in the light. The sequins were in your favourite colour which just made everything even better! You walked downstairs after pairing it with perfect shoes to show your ‘family’. As you walked down the stairs, all the lights were dim.

‘Hey F.R.I.D.A.Y, can you turn the lights on please?’ You asked the AI in confusion. As the lights came on, you looked at the over the top party everyone had put together for you.

‘Happy Birthday Y/N!’ Everyone shouted in unison. Tony was the first to hug you and with his hug obviously came a whisper,

‘Now we can finally have a drink together when we’re working late.’ You shake your head but laugh.

‘Thank you all so much!’ You said smiling after hugging everyone.

‘Don’t thank us Y/N, this was all thanks to Tony. He put together this whole thing for you.’ Steve said.

‘With our help.’ Natasha chimed in. You laughed once again.

‘You got everything so perfect Tony! How?’

‘You’ve been my intern for two years Y/N, what kind of person would I be if I didn’t pay attention to what you said?’

‘An obnoxious one?’ Tony tried hard to glare at you without laughing, but it was all too hard since everyone else was laughing.

‘Enjoy the party kid.’ Tony said before letting the people who were waiting downstairs, up.

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Unexpected (Pt.9) - Paul Lahote x Reader

making everyone wait like 2 months for a new part is probably an all time record for me lmao very sorry for the radio silence it’s been a hard minute but hey!!! here’s some paul. Sorry if you asked to be tagged and are not on this list!! sort of lost track of my list. shoot me another message if you want to be added, I’m a mess and I just forgot!

word count: 3518

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 

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The reception is held just on the outskirts of La Push, a little clearing in the thick forests just large enough for a long tent, filled to bursting with tables and chairs and buffet-style layouts of food. As you step over the threshold, you take in twinkling lights like stars overhead, bouquets of wildflowers dotting the center of every table, a mass of faces swarming around the room, grabbing drinks at the bar and piling plates high with finger foods.

              A short turn around the tent is all you need to locate your name on one of the placesettings, scrawled in long, looping letters of dark ink the way you remember Emily describing them. You had to admit – though, pouring over such small details for weeks had been exhausting – everything had turned out beautifully, just like your friend had planned. You’re grateful for your seat’s apparent strategic placement – near the front, just to the left of the long table the wedding party would occupy later, where, you assume, the groomsmen would sit. It hadn’t occurred to you before that everyone you knew at this wedding would be too busy or too far away to keep you company, but it appears Emily thought of everything.

              You slide into your seat, smoothing down your skirt before sitting your chin in your hands, gazing about the room as guests mill about, chatting and greeting one another with cheerful faces and loud voices. A knot settles in your stomach at the thought of more small talk – casual chit-chat with strangers was high up on your list of least favorite activities – but you try to swallow it, biting your lip and weaving your hands together to calm your nerves.

              “You must be Y/N.”

              The voice belongs to a tall, middle-aged man with soft, dark eyes as he looms above you, hand outstretched. There’s something very familiar about him that you try to place, raising your empty hand to meet his. How did he know your name? He fits the puzzle pieces together before you’re able to.

              “I’m Joshua Uley. Sam’s dad.”

              “Mr. Uley!” You exclaim, the familiarity settling. “You look so much like your son! Er – he looks like you, I suppose.”

              He laughs. A deep, hearty chuckle like chocolate, just like Sam’s. “Joshua is fine. Josh, even. Mr. Uley makes me sound like an old man.” He pauses, as if considering his words. “Though, I suppose that might be closer to the truth than I’d like it to be. My son. Married.” He bellows once again at this thought, his belly shaking.

              “He and Emily make a lovely couple,” you offer, a smile crossing your lips. Genuine, not polite. Mr. Uley – Joshua – had a cheerful disposition that seemed to loosen the knot in your middle.

              “That they do!” He agrees, settling neatly into the chair beside you, moving the nametag from his plate that read, like yours, in long, loopy letters, Joshua Uley.

              You pause. “I’m sorry – is this the family table? My place setting was here, it must be a mistake-”

              You begin to move, sliding out from your chair, already searching for the solution to what must have been an accidental swap of your card with another family member’s – when Joshua places a calming hand on your wrist. “No mistake, dear. It’s a big table, and only my wife and I to occupy it. Sam said you wouldn’t be acquainted with anyone else at the party, and we wanted you to be comfortable. Allison – my wife – should be by any minute. Carl Lahote should be joining us as well.”

              The name piques your interest, and you feel yourself slip back into place, Joshua’s grasp on your wrist waning. “Lahote?”

              “Paul’s father. You two are… friends, I hear?” He cocks a brow, and for a moment you wonder how much he knows. Was he insinuating something about the imprint? You’d never thought to ask the boys how well-kept of a secret their nature was – did their parents know? Surely, they must. Most of the pack were teenagers when they first shifted, that sort of thing would be hard to hide from a parent’s watchful eye. Unsure, you decide not to mention it, opting instead to answer his question literally.

              “Yes, good friends,” You say, slowly. “With all of them.”

              Joshua nods, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He doesn’t have time to continue the conversation before a pretty, middle-aged woman with long, dark hair pulled back in a fancy updo strides to his side, grin plastered across her lips as she places a hand on his shoulder. “Hi, dear,” she says, planting a kiss on the top of his head.

              A man steps in stride behind her, tall, but not at thick as Joshua, a mop of black hair on his head and a shadow of scruff shading his chin. “Josh.” He nods in greeting before letting his eyes fall on you, extending a thin hand in your direction. “I’m Carl.”

              You accept his hand. “Y/N.”

              His face brightens, a smile breaking across his lips. “Oh, you’re the one Paul keeps talking about! Well, colour me surprised, the boy’s got taste.”

              You feel a hot blush burn at your cheeks. “Uh… I… T-thank you?” You stutter, processing his words. Paul talks about you to his father?

              The woman behind Joshua – Allison, you assume – smiles and opens her arms to you, pulling you into a friendly embrace. “We’ve heard so much about you, dear! It’s wonderful to finally put a face to all those stories the kids tell us.”

              Your breath escapes in a nervous laugh now, suddenly accosted by three adults who apparently know far more about you than you know about them. A bit unsettled by the imbalance, you stiffen inside Allison’s arms, tightening your shoulders. “Good stories, I hope?”

              Allison laughs, releasing you from her hug, keeping her hands tightly on your arms for another moment after she’s backed away. “All good. They speak very highly of you.” Her eyes flicker from yours for a moment, exchanging a glace with Carl. “They’re actually quite… taken with you, I hear.”

              Carl laughs, pulling his seat out from under the table, falling back into it and slinging one leg over his knee. “Well, my boy is at least.”

              His matter-of-factness earns him a light slap on the arm, playful scolding from Allison. “Don’t embarrass him, Carl. He’ll never tell you anything again.” She turns her focus again towards you, raising her brows and tilting her chin in exasperation. “Don’t let him scare you away. We’re glad the kids are making friends outside of their… group. They can be so insular.”

              Allison moves to settle into her seat, and you follow suit, gingerly placing yourself on the edge of your seat, unable to relax in your newfound company, suddenly all too aware of your limbs, arms and legs folding in on themselves, too long with no where comfortable to put them. Though you are preoccupied with yourself, your tablemates do not seem to notice, and as Allison folds a napkin over her lap she smiles at you again. “So, what are you up to these days, Y/N? Are you in school?”

              You nod, only to catch yourself and tilt your head on its side. “Well, I was. Until about a month ago, actually. I just received my Bachelor’s degree in history.”

              The three adults nod, exchanging impressed glances. “Congratulations!” Allison exclaims, smile brimming wide on her cheeks. “Now, what do you plan to do with that?”

              You suck in a breath, bracing yourself for the conversation ahead. Although you know they meant well, small talk with new strangers – friend’s parents, no less – about your life goals could be taxing. “Well, I’ve been looking into a few things. Journalism, archeology… museum curation, too. I’ve been thinking about teaching for a few years and then going back to school for my master’s. Emily mentioned talking to her boss at the school about any open positions…the school on the reservation is quite small, so I’m not sure if that will work out. I’m going to send a resume to the ones in town as well, just in case.” The rest of the table nods along attentively as you pause for a breath, suddenly aware of how quickly and aimlessly your words fall from your mouth. “I suppose we’ll just… see what happens. I have a job at a bookstore in Forks right now, so I’m not too pressed to find new work.”

              “Sounds like you’ve got a pretty bright future ahead, then,” Carl smiles, balancing his chair back on two legs. Allison and Joshua nod their agreement.

              “Thank you, I hope so,” you reply.

              The conversation continues like this for the next few minutes, casual chatter amongst strangers as you slowly calm your growing nerves, relaxing your shoulders and, eventually, sitting back in your chair. You learn Allison is an accountant, Joshua, a mechanic, and Carl, a truck driver. They are old friends, laughing and joking alongside one another with ease, and eventually, you fall into step with them, teasing in jest like you’ve known them for years.

              It isn’t long after this that the wedding party arrives, finally finished with their photo taking and milling about with one another to rejoin their guests at the reception. The crowd rises to greet them, cheers of congratulations erupting from every mouth as the bride and groom enter the tent, hand in hand, smiles wide and eyes bright.  

              You join in with the other guests, clapping and cupping your hands around your mouth to whoop at the couple, their joy unfaltering and seemingly independent from the presence of anyone else in the room, completely enveloped in the other, as they make their way towards the head table. Your eyes trail after them, watching as Sam moves aside to let Emily sit first, one hand curled around her fingers, the other pulling out her chair. She smiles in return, says something in his ear you can’t hear over the crowd, and earns a laugh from her husband.

              The rest of the party trails behind them, the pack bursting with their usual energy as they take their places at the head table, the same girls you don’t recognize following suit on the far side. Even Leah looks genuinely happy to be there, sitting quietly beside her cousin, a hesitant smile creeping across her lips.

              “They look so happy,” you say, more to yourself than to any of your tablemates. To your left, you hear Allison sniff, swiping across her nose with a handkerchief as she blinks away the puddles of tears forming in her eyes. She reaches across the gap between her chair and her husband’s, squeezing his fingers in her hand.

              “They really do,” she says, although, you get the sense she’s not speaking to you. A tear escapes from one eye, racing down her cheek and hanging for dear life from her chin, threatening to fall. She runs a thumb over Joshua’s knuckles, and he brings his free hand to rest upon their entwined fingers. Suddenly, you’re all too aware of your own gaze, not wanting to intrude on the couple’s intimate moment, guessing they remember, once, beaming the way Sam and Emily do today.

              You avert your eyes, allowing them to rest instead on a kind, grinning face you recognize, an all-too welcome beacon of familiarity in a sea of strangers. Paul’s smile seems to widen – if that were even possible, his grin already splitting his cheeks ear to ear – at the sight of you. You raise a few fingers in a half-hearted wave. He does the same.

              The next hour passes in a blur of heartfelt speeches, toasts, and anecdotes about the couple, friends, family, and distant acquaintances all eager to share their favorite memories of the bride and groom. You’ve known Sam and Emily for some time now, yet many of the tales told tonight are new to your ears. Old classmates recall the time Emily tore her pants in high school biology, and how Sam had eagerly let her borrow his sweatshirt to cover the rip. Jared recounts what he says were many times that he and Paul were dragged along by Sam to hang around the park near Emily’s house in the hopes that she would notice them, how Sam would scale the jungle gym, shirtless and flexing, a desperate attempt at enticing the girl next door. Sam hides his face in his palms, shaking his head furiously as Emily rubs a hand on his shoulder, throwing her head back in laughter. The crowd joins in on Jared’s teasing, whoops and hollers erupting from the guests as he finally replaces the mic on the stand, returning to his place at the head table, offering an apologetic slap on Sam’s back as he passes his chair.

              Eventually, the speeches finish, each speaker ending with sincerity, wishing the couple love and happiness in their journey onward, and the revelries diverge their attention from the podium to the dance floor as a loud beat pounds at the ground. Too loud to hear their words, you watch as Joshua leans in to his wife and says something in her ear, both grinning as she nods and they rise. She catches your eye as she stands from her chair, and she gestures over her shoulder to the crowd of partygoers dancing. You nod in understanding, watching as the two disappear into the crowd, leaving you alone with Carl, who taps his fingers in a quick rhythm, following the song’s beat.

              You offer a smile, no words accompany it, knowing they wouldn’t be heard over the deafening tunes anyway. He returns it, before tearing his gaze from you to examine the rest of the room. Roof, ground, swarming crowd. You do the same, scanning the dance floor for familiar faces. You don’t see Sam or Emily, assuming they must have been swallowed by their guests at this point, lost somewhere in a sea of dancers, but Paul’s absence surprises you. You’re not sure why, but you’d almost expected him to come find you when he’d gotten a moment, and that you were still alone delivers an uncharacteristic pout to your lip, wondering what he was up to.

              “Y/N!”

              There’s a split second after your name is called when you feel your spirits leap, a judgement made too quickly assuming the owner of the voice before you could recognize its origin. Swiveling in your chair to face the speaker, you feel a sigh fall past your lips, quickly recovered with by settling a polite smile across them, though the pout still sits on the corner.

              “Hey there, Andrew.”

              He stands over your chair, hands on his hips, beaming down at you as he huffs for breath, face red and damp. He’d obviously just come from the dance floor. “Y/N, I’ve been looking for you! I wanted to collect my dance,” he says, cocking a brow and tilting his head.

              A beat of silence falls between the two of you. Your eyes fall from his to glance at his hand, outstretched, poised expectantly in the air, waiting to be taken. You purse your lips, willing any response but the one you know you will give, your anxious politeness taking over, “I’d love to,” you manage.

              He straightens and smiles triumphantly, as if your conversation was a game he had just won. You place your hand, gingerly, in his, and stand from your seat. A momentary glace behind your shoulder, you raise pleading brows in a cry for help directed at Carl, saying a silent prayer that the ability to come to your rescue exactly when you need it is a hereditary trait among Lahotes. To your disappointment, he raises his own brows and nods his head, waving his drink to you as if to say, have fun.

              Resigned, you move towards the dance floor hand in hand with Andrew as he chatters away, swallowing your discomfort. It’s one dance, what were you so bothered about anyway? Nonetheless, you feel a shiver down your spine as you come to a stop in the middle of the room, heave a sigh when the music slows to a calm, romantic rhythm and the dancers separate into twos for the next tune.

              Your hands find their place, entwined around his neck, your body hovering a few inches from his as you begin to sway to the beat. He places his hands around your waist, and with a swift yank you’re pressed wholly against his frame, allowing your muscles to tense against his.

              “I’m so glad I found you,” he smiles, his breath hot in your ear. You wince at his voice, eyes glued to your feet as they step in time with his, almost able to hear his grin. “I haven’t seen you at one of these before. You said you’re a new friend of Sam’s?”

              Without tearing your eyes from the ground, you nod. “Yeah – well, I grew up with Leah, actually – I just kind of… stumbled into everyone else. Sam and Emily and…” you pause. Paul. “Everyone,” you say finally.

              Finally, you raise your face to meet his, met with a face poised in a mixture of surprise and understanding. “Ah, I see. You run with that whole crowd,” he nods.

              Your brow furrows into a frown, and you subdue a snarl before it overtakes your lip. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

              Andrew shakes his head, a knowing smile falling across his tight lips. “Nothing. They’re just… nothing, I guess. Sort of… infamous, around the res. In high school, one by one, they all started acting super weird, shaving their heads and getting tattoos. Little delinquents, they were, always skipping class and leaving people out of their silly little club,” he spits, his face souring as he spoke. You lean a little farther.

              You were pretty well acquainted with the pack’s phasing stories – the odd sickness, uncontrollable fever, the sensitive emotional state it leaves behind. Although you believed their actions to be perfectly reasonable responses to their unique experience, you could only imagine the situation looked odd to unknowing bystanders – especially those who had known them before the shift. “I had no idea,” you lie, glancing back at the head table to your friends. Quil whispers something to Embry, and they both keel over in their chairs with laughter, while a look of feigned pleading crosses Seth’s face. Sam calls to them to stop making fun of the younger wolf. “They seem alright to me.”

              He scoffs. “I’m sure they seem that way,” he nods, his voice deepening as he leans closer. “But a beautiful girl like you? I would be more careful with whom I make acquaintance.”

              You’re opening your mouth to respond when a large hand clap’s Andrews shoulder. Your eyes flicker upwards to land on the most welcome face you’d seen all night.

              “Mind if I cut in?” Paul says. He smiles at you from behind your dance partner, ignoring the other man completely.  

              Andrew spits over his shoulder. “Actually, we were kind of in the middle of a conversation, Paul, if you don’t mind-”

              Paul claps the man on the back playfully. “Wasn’t talking to you, buddy.” He raises his brows at you expectantly. “Y/N?”

              Startled, you press your lips into a line, biting them closed, stifling your laughter at the clear shock on Andrew’s face. Your eyes flicker from him to Paul, who smiles wider, not bothering to hide his own amusement at the situation. Finally, you untwine your fingers from around your partner’s neck and take a step back. “Sorry, Andrew,” you apologize, averting your gaze so as not to watch his face fall, wrapping a hand around Paul’s tuxedoed arm and fading into the crowd.

              “Thank you thank you thank you thank you,” is all you can manage as Paul leads you away from Andrew and deeper into the crowd.

              “That was stone cold, Y/N. I didn’t know you had it in you,” He laughs. “Poor guy.”

              Your own laugh that follows is nervous, dripping in both relief and regret. “Was I too mean?” You ask, gripping Paul’s arm tighter, clinging to the steady, reassuring curve of his bicep.

              He shakes his head. “I’m kidding, don’t give him a second thought. That guy sucks, I don’t even know why Sam invited him.”

              “Because he’s nicer than you?” You joke.

              Paul laughs. “Probably.”

              A moment passes before you break out of the crowd, and you suck in a breath of air, grateful for the space to swing your arms. You move to release your grip on Paul when he catches you hand, holding it in his, pulling you along as he steps towards the exit.

              “I thought you wanted a dance?” You say, voice light with laughter and relief.

              When he turns back to you, his lips, full and soft, are settled in a sly smile. “I’ve got somewhere better, if you want.”

              You don’t take much convincing. Gripping his hand tighter, you pull yourself towards him, and follow him into the night.

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End Of The Line - Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader/Platonic!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

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A/N: Thank you to the amazing nonny who sent in an angsty imagine! I enjoyed writing a drabble! 

Send in imagines (fluff or angst) for Steve, Bucky, Loki, Peter.P or Platonic!Avengers. All characters can be written as platonic too x

Disclaimer: **All characters besides Reader, belongs to Marvel (MCU)**

Word count: 548

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader/Platonic!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Imagine you being in Wakanda during the battle and when it's over and Steve shows up and you realize that Bucky is not eith him, you simply break down because you know exactly what happened and starting to panic because he's just gone - Anon

MCU Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Shuri (mentioned) & Thanos (mentioned)

Rating: PG

Warnings: Angst, character death, Infinity War spoilers

Summery: After the snap, you have to let that gut wrenching feeling become your truth, your fiancé was truly gone.

The sun started to set as you watched from inside the building. Bucky didn’t let you leave and fight in the battle, in fear that he’d lose you, but watching the time pass by slowly only made your heart clench as there was still no sign of your fiancé. You watched as some of your friends, who you came to love and care about turned to dust and only hoped that Bucky wasn’t caught up in this mess. You saw as Shuri turned to dust right in front of your eyes and you just couldn’t hold back the tears, but you were mostly crying because you were so afraid; afraid that you had lost the one person you truly loved and who loved you back, scars and demons always put to the side, always looked on as the past instead of the present or future, Bucky did that for you and you him, so you could not…you refused to live without him.

You heard footsteps behind you, lighter than Bucky’s but still so familiar. You decided to look up at the reflection in the glass instead of behind you, and there you found Steve. Only Steve. You tried to steady your erratic and uncontrollable breathing as tears rushed down your face. You knew what happened and you couldn’t stop the pain that wouldn’t go away. You just knew, you had this feeling in the pit of your stomach that something had happened to him but you truly didn’t want to face it for the pain would be, like now, too m much to handle. You almost dropped to the floor, clutching your chest, but Steve quickly caught you and held you tightly against him, almost like he was scared he was going to lose you too. You couldn’t help the pained sobs you let wrack through your entire being and the words that kept repeating,

‘No, no no. Please no. Not Bucky. Please.’ Steve kept his head resting on yours as he hushed you every time hard sobs overtook you. You clung to Steve as though he was the last person on the planet; even if you wanted to let go, you just couldn’t. After your breathing had slowed and your tears had stopped, due to the lack of numbness, you looked up at Steven Grant Rogers. His eyes red and puffy, almost identical to yours.

‘We’re going to get James back Steve.’ You whispered, almost inaudibly.

‘I know we are. We’ll figure something out, but until then, we need to gather the rest and see who is still…alive.’ He breathed out the last word, the air in his lungs almost being knocked out at the truth that James Buchanan Barnes wasn’t alive anymore; just when he got him back again, he was…gone.

‘Thanos will pay…eventually.’ You said softly, before warm tears slid down your cheeks in rage. He took your fiancé away, you had to seek revenge. But how? He was heartless and how do you get inside the mind of a cold, heartless murderer? You would think of something, you needed to get Bucky back. You and Steve stepped closer to the window and whispered together, softly,

‘I’ll come find you Buck, cause I’m with you till the end of the line.’

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The Right Partner - Steve Rogers x Reader

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A/N: Thank you so much for requesting @rvnmcu​! I enjoyed writing this piece and I hope this fits the prompt well. Also, it’s 12:30 in the morning right now so if the ending is shit, sorry. Prompt list - Send in a request! **No Smut**

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Word count: 777

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader, Platonic!Bucky x Reader

MCU Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Peggy Carter (mentioned)

Prompt/request: “Oh! Could you do “Drink Me” with Steve? Maybe you both are at the bar really late and somehow you end up dancing together? Love your writing! x Leave a “Drink Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about characters drinking, alone or with each other.

Rating: General

Warnings: None

Summery: You go to a bar, you hear a story from Bucky, you have a good night with Steve.

Somehow after your latest mission, you let Bucky convince you that it’d be cool to go out as a group for drinks at a real bar. Tony wasn’t pleased by the choice of words but he agreed to go out. When you and Bucky met, you clicked. It was great because you got to hear amazing stories from before your time. Some didn’t include Steve, but most did. They would make him flustered, but you thought it was the cutest thing ever.

‘Hey Y/N, did I ever tell you about the time I thought I was becoming invisible like this guy here?’ Bucky asked you nudging his best friend.

‘No, you haven’t.’ You said smiling as Steve took a sip of his drink.

‘Now this, this is a good story.’ Steve said smiling.

‘Okay so, you would’ve heard of Peggy Carter right?’ You nodded in response. You knew everything to do with Peggy. After Steve came out off the ice, you were there for him, so he would tell you everything about her. ‘Okay well, Steve had just become the talk of the town right? Everyone knew who he was. I always got the girls compared to Steve prior to that, but apparently while I was gone for a little while, things changed. Him and Peggy Carter grew closer. So one night, we were at this bar and she walked in. Apparently these two had something in common because she wanted to dance but not with me. Said she was waiting for the right partner while looking Stevie right in the eyes. It was in that moment I realised that little Stevie had grown up and I became the invisible friend.’ You laughed as Bucky pretended to pout.

‘She has phenomenal taste then.’ You said smirking.

‘Excuse me?’ He clutched his chest, pretending to be hurt by your words. ‘Nah, you’re very right. Any girl that didn’t love him before he became…this,’ he gestured to Steve, ‘didn’t deserve him after.’ You smiled at how protective Bucky was over Steve. You openly flirted with each other, and everyone knew that you two liked each other, but Steve said it’d be unprofessional for you two to date.

‘I never did get that dance.’ Steve muttered before throwing back a hard whiskey. The night passed with many laughs, and you did enjoy it. Everyone started to leave one by one and before you knew it, it was just you and Steve left.

‘Let’s play a drinking game.’ You suggested. Steve raised an eyebrow so you continued. ‘Never have I ever. If you’ve done it, you drink if you haven’t, you don’t.’

‘Alright. Never have I ever, gotten help with mathematical equations from a kid in high school.’ You glared at him.

‘No fair! Plus, it was for Tony.’ You took a sip of your drink before thinking of your own. ‘Okay, since you don’t play fair, I won’t either. Never have I ever lived through the 40’s.’ Steve tossed down his drink.

‘You’re forgetting, I can’t get drunk on weak alcohol.’ You rolled your eyes. Time passed and from it being a competitive game it started to become a slight flirting game. You didn’t care if you were drinking for your own have never’s, you were relating to Steve.

‘Ooo, I have another one!’ You said excitedly.

‘Shoot.’

‘Never have I ever…slept with someone.’ You downed the rest of your drink and looked at Steve. He had ordered another drink and downed that as soon as he got it. ‘No way!! Way to go Rogers! Does Bucky know? I’m so gonna tell him if he doesn’t! How is this the first time I’m hearing of this!?’ You went on a slight rant, you didn’t notice Steve watching you with a smirk.

‘Bucky doesn’t know.’ He interrupted.

‘No way! Steven Grant Rogers! I feel as though I don’t know who you are anymore!’ He laughed and you joined in. ‘Seriously though, I wouldn’t have guessed.’

‘I know.’ He replied. The bar started to play a soft slow song. You were about to get up and go before a guy approached you.

‘Hi. I couldn’t help but notice you. Would you like to dance with me?’ You smiled but looked behind the man in front of you.

‘I’m sorry. I’d love to, but I’m just waiting for the right partner.’ Steve looked at you with the softest eyes ever. The man who you shot down left with an embarrassed look.

‘Right partner huh?’ You nodded in answer to Steve’s question. ‘Would you care to dance Y/N?’ You smiled and took hold of his hand.

‘I’d love to.’

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Keep Those Pretty Eyes Open - Steve Rogers x Reader

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A/N: This was a request from @myinconnelly1 with the prompt ‘Call Me’ from this prompt list. Thank you so much! And send me in a couple if you want. No smut though!

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Disclaimer: **All characters besides Reader, belongs to Marvel (MCU)**

Word count: 501 (I actually kept to a drabble this time!)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

MCU Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, FRIDAY

Prompt: Leave a “Call Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about one character asking for another [be it at the brink of death/in a battlefield/knocking on the front door wounded, feel free to specify.]

Rating: General

Warnings: Injuries

Summery: You went on a mission that wasn’t as easy as it was supposed to be.

You and Steve had been together for a long time, so it wasn’t weird for you to see Steve come back from a mission hurt or badly injured, however, you sometimes went on minor missions since you worked for S.H.E.I.L.D. Nothing as important as what the Avengers do, but things that could help. This time though, they misjudged the level of this mission. You almost died multiple times, but thankfully, death wasn’t your fate just yet. You ended the mission with a huge gash on your arm, a fractured rib (you assume is only fractured), and a rolled ankle (you hope it’s only rolled.) You were running on pure adrenaline so the pain was only hitting you as you got on the helicopter and were able to relax a little. Instead of going to the med-bay, you decided you’d go see Steve and get treated by Stark’s people because you knew them a lot better. You left secretly and went to the compound, knocking on the door.

‘Mr Stark, Miss Y/N is outside knocking. Shall I let her in?’ The A.I asked Tony.

‘That’d be excellent FRIDAY. Thank you.’ The door opened and you stumbled forward. The blood loss starting to go to your head.

‘Miss Y/N, you are losing a lot of blood. Would you like me to contact someone?’ You take hold of the wall behind you as that was now the only thing keeping you upright.

‘Mmm-hmm. Please get Steve for me.’ You let your head fall back against the wall as you slid down the wall becoming light-headed. Before you knew it, Steve was right next to you, helping you stand up. You could visually see his mouth moving, but you couldn’t make out all his words. You caught some things like,

‘Why didn’t you get help when you got back?’ and ‘You’re gonna be alright my love.’ with ‘Don’t close your eyes. Keep those pretty eyes of yours open for me doll.’

You soon woke up in an unfamiliar bed. You were slightly scared until you saw Steve in the seat, holding your hand and thinking. There was a wrinkle on his forehead that would show up whenever he was deep in thought. ‘Penny for your thoughts Rogers?’ You whisper, rubbing your thumb weakly over his hand.

‘You’re awake! I’ll go get a nurse, hang on.’ You nodded as Steve left the room. Soon he entered with a nurse you vaguely knew. She just gave you a quick check up before leaving. ‘You scared me doll. You lost a lot of blood. Almost too much.’ His mind wondered to horrible thoughts.

‘Shh. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere right now. And I’m pretty sure I’m not gonna be allowed on any missions for a while.’ You both chuckled.

‘I love you so much Y/N Y/L/N.’ You smiled at him.

‘I love you too Steven Rogers.’ You said back, as sleep started to descend on you again.

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Suck Up - Avengers x Peter x Reader (Platonic)

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A/N: I saw this post on Pinterest, and I honestly loved it and laughed so hard. So credit to the creator of the post, and I hope you like this funny little thing I put together. It’s all platonic, even the Steve x Tony relationship in this. Based on the image bellow. I’m tagging all ships that are mentioned in this plus others because of character inclusion x

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Disclaimer: **All characters besides Reader, belongs to Marvel (MCU)**

Word count: 880

Pairing: Avengers x Peter x Reader (Plantonic) 

Rating: General!

Warnings: You might laugh to death, but you also might not find this funny at all! Also, couple of swear words. 

Summery: Peter got a month of detention, but Tony isn’t happy with that since, well, Peter has to be on-call, so you have an idea that will be the story of the century. 

You were sitting with the some of the Avengers when your best friend Peter Parker walked in. His face wasn’t the most lit up thing you’d ever seen, and you felt a feeling of worry for him.

‘Hey Peter, what’s wrong?’ You asked looking into his eyes. He sighed and walked over to the couch. You scooted over so you could sit.

‘I may or may not have gotten a month of detention for not being at my best for a while. And by that I mean, I’m totally gonna fail a few of my subjects if I don’t get my grades up.’ He put his head in his hands and you rubbed his back.

‘Well, I’m sure you’ll be able to pass. You just have to catch up on missed classes and all that. You can do that while you’re in detention, that way you won’t have any distractions.’ You offered your idea to Peter and it was like a lightbulb switched on in his head.

‘Yeah! That’s great idea, thanks Y/N!’ Peter thanked with a smile.

‘Anytime Peter.’ You smiled back. You dropped out of school after a while. It wasn’t your thing. You were really smart and you were a straight A student, but you wanted to experiment with your powers. You could heal and you could break things, however, you couldn’t do that in class, so you left.

‘Only downside is, no missions for a month.’ Peter said sadly. Just as he said that, Tony and Steve walked into the living room.

‘Wait what? What do you mean no missions for a month? Fill me in kid.’ Tony looked so on edge with what he just heard, so Peter filled him in on the whole detention thing. ‘No no no! We need you Peter, like, you have to be on call.’

‘Don’t stress Tony, I have an idea.’ You said smiling.

‘I know that smile Y/N. That’s the ‘crazy idea’ smile.’ Steve said raising an eyebrow.

‘Wha? No it’s not. I have no such thing!’

‘Yeah, you do.’ Nat joined in the conversation with a smirk.

‘Fine, I do, but you want this idea or not?’ You asked.

‘I don’t see why not.’

‘I cannot believe I let you talk me into doing this Y/N!’ Tony said looking at his reflection in the mirror.

‘Hey, you’ve gotta thank Pepper. She was the one who helped.’ Tony looked at you with a death stare.

‘This better work Y/L/N, or you’re not on missions for a month.’

‘It’s gonna work T-man.’

‘Never, never, call me “T-man” ever, ever again.’ You chuckled and fixed his hair.

‘You look great, “Tania”.’ Tony rolled his eyes.

‘Where’s Peter and Steve?’ He asked.

‘Steve is waiting in the living room, so is Peter, so you need to get your fine feminine ass down to your “husband and son” .’ You winked and you could tell Tony was growing agitated. ‘Okay, okay, I’ll stop.’ You held your hands up in defence and continued to smile. ‘Just remember, lie through your teeth.’ Tony nodded and headed down to the living room.

‘Thanks so much for doing this Mr Stark.’

‘Yeah, I’m not so much doing this for you, I’m doing it for all of us.’ Tony said checking his phone.

‘C’mon Tony, there’s a man that looks like he runs the school.’ Steve whispered.

‘Yeah, he’s the new principal.’ Peter said smiling.

‘Mr and Mrs Rogers.’ Oh, how Tony hated this moment.

‘Good afternoon the both of you.’

‘Afternoon sir.’ Steve said.

‘Let’s cut to the chase,’ Tony started,

‘Or let’s start talking about things.’ Steve finished.

‘I’d like to ask, why are you two Rogers and he’s Parker?’ The principal started.

‘Peter’s adopted and took after his parents. They died.’ Peter rubbed his forehead while Tony rolled his eyes at this whole situation.

‘Look, we’re very sorry for any problems our son may have caused you, Principal.’ The principal looked at everyone in the room before proposing his next question.

‘I’m sorry, but are you really Peter’s parents?’

‘What are you trying to imply, asshole?’ Tony asked clearly annoyed. Peter shrunk in his seat and cursed the idea that you proposed.

‘I’m sorry if I’ve upset you. I just want to make sure,’

‘Look, I’m pretty sure I’d know if Peter was my son, I just need you to know that he can’t have detention.’

‘And why not?’

‘Because Peter isn’t a bad kid. He’s just going through some tough times right now, can you really blame him?’

‘No but,’

‘Exactly, so drop it. C’mon Peter.’ Tony walked out with Peter trailing (very embarrassed).

‘If I may, Peter is just dealing with a lot. His parent’s death is the high topic right now and it’s not easy for any of us. You know, his parents death anniversary coming soon and all. Just let him catch up at home. We’ll make sure he catches up.’ Steve said nicely.

‘Thank you for that, and I’m extremely sorry for bringing up such a sensitive topic. His detention will be revoked, but if this happens again, he will have it. Make sure he catches up. Thank you for your time Mr Rogers.’

‘Suck up.’ Tony muttered as Steve left the office.

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Cabin Kisses - Steve Rogers x Reader

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A/N: I honestly don’t know how good this is. I tried really hard to make this as fluffy as possible but I also thought I’d add some fluffy-angst at the start just to get it going, but I really hope you enjoy this fic and it wasn’t a complete waste of reading time. But I don’t really know how good this one is given I am really busy with real life and I’m trying so hard to get my writing out still so, enjoy! If you can. Most importantly though, this is my entry for @barnesrogersvstheworld who held a kiss challenge and let me have the prompt ‘At a cabin in the mountains’. Thank you so much for letting me be part of this!

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Word count: 1,543

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader, Platonic!Peter Parker x Reader

MCU Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Peter Parker,  Natasha Romanoff (mentioned), Bucky Barnes (mentioned), Clint Barton (mentioned), Sam Wilson (mentioned

Rating: General (15+ maybe?)

Warnings: A fluffy panic attack (if that’s a thing if not then), Stevie being a giant teddy bear and helping you through a panic attack at 2AM. Also, is HYDRA a warning? Because it’s mentioned. And lastly, implied stuff but nothing happens at all! Clean content xx 

Summery: You have a really bad nightmare and it effects you worse than normal, so Steve has new plans for you instead of going on a mission.

After a mission failed, you went back to the compound with your teammates. Tony and Steve were already talking about going back with more than four people and training even more so you’re all prepared for the worst. You had a gash in your arm but you tied it up with some cloth to prevent bleeding too much. Steve kept checking on you but you promised you were feeling okay and that you’d be alright. As you got to the compound, you went to the med-bay and got stitched up before thanking the nurse and exiting, heading to your room. After changing into your pyjamas, you take your laptop and sit on your bed putting on ‘To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before’. You’re about 20 minutes into the movie when there’s a knock on your door.

‘C’mon in.’ You say warmly, sitting up properly. Steve entered your room, closing the door gently behind him. He moved over on your bed smiling at him as he takes place next to you.

‘How are you feeling?’ He asks as you close up your laptop. You shrug in response and sigh.

‘The pain meds are wearing off now so I’m starting to feel the pain, but other than that, I’m doing just fine.’ Your voice was quiet and you looked really tired. Steve cuddled up closer to you and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. Before long, you slumped against him and fell asleep. He places a kiss to your forehead then picks you up bridal style and places you into your bed and covers you up. You sigh but open your eyes a little and pull on his arm gently, whispering, ‘Stay?’ He nods and goes to the other side of the bed pulling the covers over himself.

You and Steve had been dating for a couple of years, you just hadn’t gotten a room together. Sometimes you needed your own space for a little while and Steve understood that, so you both agreed you wouldn’t move in together; anywhere. Not for now anyway. More than space though, you had major trust issues from past relationships, Steve would never hurt you and you knew that, but it wasn’t easy to just pick up and leave with someone especially when you have an ongoing doubt that you might do or say something that’ll cause a problem.

At about 2 AM, Steve wakes up. He feels your non-stop movements, like your feet kicking air and your hands gripping and letting go of the sheets. Your sleeping grunts, as well as your sweating and light shaking. He whispers your name, gently shaking you awake. You wake up and it takes you a moment to realise where you are.

Every time you, Steve or someone else you cared about dearly got hurt during a mission, you'd have either a nightmare where they’d get really injured and end up dying, tearing your heart apart or, you’d die and you’d have to watch the people around you slowly start to forget you and it would get to a point where they didn’t care about or remember you. When you wake up, you cry and basically have a panic attack. And that’s exactly what happened.

Once you adjust to where you are, your eyes well up in tears and you start to cry really hard. Your breath comes short but not for a second were you alone. Steve’s warm arms wrapped around you and he whispered sweet things to help calm you down. He continuously kissed your forehead and rocked you back and forth in his arms. After calming down you realised how bad everything really was today.

‘Everything is okay doll.’ Steve whispered as he wiped your tears away. You sniffled before holding on tightly to your boyfriend. When morning came you found that you were alone in your bed. You knew Steve had probably gone for his morning run so you went down to get some food. Tony called you into a meeting and you found everyone there.

‘The mission from yesterday failed as we all know, thankfully most of us didn’t have anything terrible happen. We need to go in again tonight. Cap, you’ll be paired with Y/N. Help her train and then when we get there, go undercover as HYDRA interns. Barton and Romanoff you guys are together, Barnes and Wilson, you guys pair together and don’t mess this up.’ Tony kept giving out what everyone needed to do, but your head was elsewhere. The meeting ended and you chose to quickly slip into your room, leaving Steve with Tony.

Steve met you near the Quinjet but before you got on, he guided you wordlessly to a small plane. ‘What are we doing Steve? I thought we had to go with them, then we’d split up.’ Steve opened the door letting you in first.

‘That was the plan, but now we have to leave separately.’ He said and you nodded. You two fell into a comfortable silence, but after a while, you started heading towards a runway in a mountain.

‘Steve, where are you going?’ You ask.

‘We’re not doing the mission.’ He informed.

‘Why not!? I’m completely fine!’ You were frustrated. It’s happened before, sure not this badly, but it’s happened.

‘You’re not. It hasn’t happened like it did last night and I don’t want you to get hurt.’ You decided you’d give him the silent treatment for a while. He waited to tell you and you were actually looking forward to being a HYDRA intern for a couple of days. You entered the cabin without a word which made Steve chuckle.

About an hour passed when Steve gave you a cup hot chocolate and wrapped a warm blanket around you. You smiled at him and thanked him. ‘She speaks!’ He said euphorically. You laughed and rested your head on his chest since he took place next to you.

‘I love you Steve. Thank you for taking me away. I guess I never knew how stressed I could actually be.’ Steve smiled and placed two fingers under your chin before pressing his lips to yours. You melted into him almost automatically. You placed your cup down on the floor before wrapping your arms around Steve’s neck. His tongue slid along your bottom lip asking for entrance which you happily gave him. He laid you on the couch. You smiled into the kiss and before pulling away, you pulled on Steve’s bottom lip. You both took a moment to breathe, his eyes no longer bright blue like before. You went to kiss him again when you heard a knock on the door. You both eyed each other, but there was another knock.

‘Stay here.’ Steve said sternly, picking up his shield and heading to the door. You didn’t follow his instructions and quietly followed him taking the gun from the table near the couch. Another knock echoed through the room. Steve opened the door ready to attack when a young Peter Parker was standing outside.

‘Woah. Sorry Captain. I-I uh, I went to help Mr Stark but he sent me here because he said it’s too dangerous. Hi Y/N!’ He said waving to you. You smiled and went to the door and hugged your young friend. Steve shut the door after Peter and you got him a cup of hot chocolate.

‘You scared me Peter!’ You exclaimed. He rubbed the back of his neck and apologised.

‘You’re here now kid so you should be safe. We’ll head back in a few days. You can find your room right? With your spidey-sense.’ Steve tried to get the kid out off the room.

‘That’s not how it works but yeah. Thanks for letting me stay here Captain.’ Peter said smiling.

‘I’ve told you before Peter, call me Steve.’ Steve said with a smile, while trying to usher Peter away.

‘Right. Well thanks guys!’ Peter said before leaving to find an empty room.

‘You don’t like to listen to orders when you’re off duty, do you?’ Steve asked, taking you by surprise. You then realised what he meant.

‘Long answer, if something happened to you, I wouldn’t have been safe and if you needed backup, I’d be there to help.’ Steve cocked an eyebrow and had an amused look.

‘And short answer?’ He asked.

You step closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, smiling up at him whispering, ’No.’ A slight shake to your head. ‘No, I don’t like orders when I’m off duty, but you should already know that, captain.’ Steve smirked at your words and a slight blush dusted his cheeks. Before anything could progress however, Peter came back into the room with a smile on his face.

‘What’re we watching?’ He asked, you laughed and pulled away from Steve’s embrace.

‘Soon.’ You whispered to Steve, he instantly understood what you meant and smiled. ‘Your choice Peter.’ You smiled at the teenager before sitting next to him on the couch.

You had to admit, although you didn’t want to be away from the “fun” mission, you were quite enjoying the time with Steve and Peter. You were all safe and away from danger. That’s what you always wanted for Steve.

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Unicorns Are Real - Daddy!Loki x Reader

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A/N: This is my first ever try at writing Loki. I’m so sorry if this is ooc, but I just had to do this fluffy daddy!Loki fic because I couldn’t get this idea out of my head! So yeah, thanks for reading it x

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Disclaimer: **All characters besides Reader, belongs to Marvel (MCU)**

Word count: 1,598 (what started as a drabble ended in a long ass fic)

Pairing: Daddy!Loki x fem.reader

Rating: G

Warnings: Mentions of being bullied but it’s basically pure Loki fluff

Summery: Your daughter Erika is getting bullied because of her mythical beliefs. Even as an adult though, you show those girls what they deserve in the nicest way possible.  

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After meeting Loki (and the Avengers), you decided you wouldn’t let any mythical creatures be mythical in your head anymore, I mean, if you were married to a man who could become different people and creatures, what else could be there? So, when you and Loki welcomed a beautiful daughter into the world, you decided you’d bring her up believing in everything!

She took after her father with the black locks, although she had your eye colour. She was the most beautiful thing you had ever laid your eyes on, and when she was born, that was the best day of you and Loki’s life. He wasn’t always predictable, but you knew that after he had a child, he’d become more…responsible. He’s just very protective of his angel. You chose to name her Erika since the meaning of her name was just perfect; ruling forever.

It was heartwarming when Erika started kindergarten, because she was just so happy and excited, which would make you happy and excited. You and Loki were the only parents that day with not a single tear in your eyes. In fact, all three of you hugged and then your daughter practically kicked you both out the door. You both laughed and all was well and good, until one day.

Loki had been away for a couple of days so you were left to look after Erika alone. You got her ready for school in the morning and had breakfast made, but you could see that something was different. She just wasn’t as bubbly as she normally was.

‘What’s wrong love?’ You ask looking at your daughter as you were getting her bag packed. She had the same habit as you when she was nervous; twisting her fingers together behind her back.

‘Nothing.’ She replied not meeting your eyes. You crouched down so you were about her height.

‘You’re my daughter Erika. I can see right through you when you’re lying.’ You said with a slight smile.

‘It’s just that, some girls aren’t being very nice to me. But it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t even bother me.’ She finished with a soft smile. Her smile gave you warmth for two reasons, and one of them was because it reminded you of your husband.

‘What are they saying?’ You inquired rating an eyebrow.

‘Nothing important.’

‘Erika.’

‘Fine! They just aren’t being very nice okay? They are just being very rude. But it’s okay. I’m a strong girl! I take after daddy!’ She says with a genuine, huge smile.

‘That you do.’ That voice sent shivers down your spine (in a good way). Loki picked up his daughter and spun her around.

‘Daddy!’ She giggled.

‘I’m gonna wait in the car sweetie. 5 minutes.’ You said, kissing your husband and whispering something in his ear.

‘So, what’s been happening since I’ve been gone?’ Loki asked your daughter. That was the last thing you heard before closing the front door.

While you were in the car, you called work and told Tony you’d rather work from home today. You didn’t have powers, so you didn’t work with the Avengers as such. You did some of the paperwork after missions. Tony gave you that job when you told him that you lost your job because of association with the Avengers.

Erika hoped into the backseat of the car and buckled herself in. ‘Daddy said after school I can get ice-cream with him!’ She said excitedly.

‘Let me guess, rainbow?’ You inquire as you start to drive. Rainbow was always Erika’s first choice because of her favourite creature; the unicorn!

‘Not this time. I’ll go for vanilla.’ You looked at your daughter confused through the rear-view mirror.

‘Why the sudden change in flavour?’ You ask sweetly.

‘Because rainbow ice-cream is like a unicorn, fake. Rainbow ice-cream is just vanilla with food colouring.’ Erika could be really stubborn, but it broke your heart that your daughter, who was almost 5, didn’t believe in her favourite thing ever anymore.

‘Who told you that? Unicorns are real sweetie.’ You said trying to persuade her.

‘The girls at school.’ It suddenly dawned on you as to why she was getting bullied.

‘Sweetheart, are you getting bullied because you believe in unicorns and fairies and everything else that mummy believes in?’ The three year old nodded her head looking at the ground. ‘You know they are real though. You shouldn’t let those girls get inside your head. They are just envious of you. You have your real friends. Worry about them not about the mean girls.’ You said smiling at her. You pulled up at her school and got out of the car and opened there door, unbuckling your daughter.

‘Okay. But I still don’t believe in unicorns anymore.’ Erika said kissing your cheek before racing off to join her friends.

Unicorns were her favourite thing. With her fifth birthday coming up, she asked for a rainbow/unicorn themed party. You wanted to both make her happy with that wish, but also see Loki get out of the dark clothes for a while. So, you went home slightly unhappy.

You unlocked the door and slumped into the couch, throwing your bag down with you. Loki came to sit next to you. ‘What is wrong my dear?’ He asked a little concerned.

‘Some girls are being mean to Erika and now she doesn’t believe in unicorns anymore. You don’t know how heartbreaking that is to hear since, y’know, I’ve tried so hard to keep her believing even if no-one else does.’ Loki always loved how you cared about everyone knowing their worth, and with Erika being in school, peer-pressure was a big thing.

‘I know love, but maybe she has just grown out of that phase.’

‘I never did. I mean, I still believe. If people like you and Thor can exist, why can’t “mythical” creatures?’ You had a point, and Loki hated seeing you upset.

‘First, I’m going to deal with those girls, then we can come up with a plan. Now if you’ll excuse me,’

‘Loki, wait. I have a great idea for adult revenge.’ You smirked at your husband and told him your plan.

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Erika’s birthday had already been organised as a rainbow/unicorn party, so you had everything set up. She invited her friends and even the kids that were mean to her.

As the party started to wind down, you knew the parents would come and collect their kids soon enough, so you wanted to unleash your biggest surprise yet, but you also wanted to wait. That was until you heard what one of the girls was saying to your most precious daughter.

‘At least now we all know why you believe in this rubbish, your dad is never around so you fill that gap with fake stuff.’ You heard your daughter sniffle and realised that no matter how grown up you actually were, some thing you had to do. You went and got Loki from your room, stifling your own giggle.

‘Okay, so Erika, I have one more surprise for you. Daddy and I both thought we would be able to get this for you, of course not permanently. Uncle Thor went to Asgard and brought this back for you.’ You smiled as a beautiful unicorn walked into your living room. The girls gasped, Erika’s real friends were thrilled and the other girls stood back in awe but had a very bitter look on their faces. You laughed under your breath. No matter how old you ever got, you wouldn’t ever stop trying to prove your point and this point would be the most important one ever; your daughter is the best little girl in the world and you would do everything in your power to make sure everyone knew that.

After the party ended and Erika was tucked into bed, Loki turned back into human form and changed into some comfy night clothes. You got into bed, your husband next to you. ‘Thank you for being a unicorn for us today. It really means a lot to me.’ You mumbled into his chest. Loki responded with a soft kiss to your forehead.

‘Anything for you my love. And anything to make my daughter feel even more special.’ You smiled and kissed him softly on the lips before you both heard the patter of small feet on your floor. Erika tugged the covers of your bed and smiled at you as you turned over to face her.

‘Yes?’ You asked without your smile faltering.

‘Thank you for everything today! You guys are the bestest parents anyone could ever ever ever ask for!’ She said almost bouncing. You chuckled as she climbed into the bed with you.

‘Can’t sleep?��� Loki asked pulling her hair back from her face.

‘I saw a unicorn today daddy! I really real one! I won’t ever sleep again! I’m too excited!’ You laughed kissing Erika on the head and snuggling close to her.

‘I love you sweetheart, but I’m tired, so you’re gonna have to sleep too. But I’m sure you’ll dream of unicorns.’ You said yawning and falling asleep quickly. Erika followed your actions and fell asleep too. Loki looked at the two of you and wondered how he got so lucky. He tried to ruin the place you now live in, but you saw the good in him even, especially when no-one else, including himself did. He swore he would do whatever he could for the rest of his life protecting you and his daughter.

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Because I Had You (3/3) - Steve Rogers x Reader

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A/N: It’s finally here! The angstiest part of them all! Thank you so so much @flatbottomholland for letting me get involved in your writing challenge! I had so much fun writing all three parts, this part especially! The lyrics from the song ‘Because I Had You’ were changed a little because reader is female so it just made a little more sense for this fic. Check that song out!

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Disclaimer: **All characters besides Reader, belongs to Marvel (MCU)**

Word count: 1,422

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader, Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter

MCU Characters: Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter, Bucky Barnes (mentioned)

Rating: General

Warnings: Sexual intentions at the end. Nothing descriptive though. Just a mention. Still very clean fic though :) Angst!

Summery: You decide to confront Steve about the distance, but that may have been the wrong move.

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You went to bed that night with a really hurt feeling. Steve moved on, well technically you were never together so it wasn’t as if he really had moved on, it just really hurt you. You were in bed and thinking about the biggest regret you held; getting Steve to leave. Getting Steve to pursue his dream. It was such a selfish regret, but you wanted him and only him. You thought you knew what you wanted for Steve, for him to be happy because that’s what made you happy, and now he was happy however, it wasn’t making you happy. He was being distant and it hurt so much. Almost like he took out your heart and ripped it apart with his new found super strength.

Peggy Carter was a fabulous woman. Apparently people knew who she was. She was a strong and independent person. She was driven and smart, so intelligent is was beyond your belief. Above all else though, the thoughts that spun in your head formed round the fact that she was everything you weren’t. Tall, amazing posture, hair that had not one strand out of place. She was just all out stunning. She didn’t even have to try. Steve saw it all too, that’s why he was in love with her. It was clear he was happy with her around and maybe he just didn’t need you there anymore.

You finally managed to find sleep even with all the racing thoughts in your head. You got out of the house earlier than you usually do, but it was to see Steve off. To move on, you needed to say goodbye. It wasn’t only a physical goodbye that you needed, but an emotional one. You needed to say goodbye to all the pent up emotions and feelings. Things he should never know about. Moving on meant taking risks, which wasn’t your forte but it was worth it if it meant giving Steve the life he deserved.

You arrived at the station since you heard that they’d be taking a train to the next stop, thanking your lucky stars, Steve was there, alone. ‘Hey.’ You said cooly. Steve smiled at you and walked over to meet you in the middle.

‘What are you doing here?’ He asked wrapping you in a hug. If only he knew what that hug meant for you.

You pulled away from the hug and looked him in the eyes, you were cursing the tears that had already started to form. ‘I came to say goodbye.’ The crack in your voice didn’t go unnoticed by Steve. You pulled you by the arm to sit on the seat next to him in the station.

‘Y/N, you know this isn’t goodbye right? I’ll be back and so will Buck.’ He smiled at the thought. Your heart swelled at the thought of it being like old times. ‘Maybe Peggy can join us. Of course only if she wanted to.’ And your heart cracked.

‘Yeah, of course. I must ask, does Bucky even ask about me?’ You wanted to change that subject to anything else.

‘Yeah! I mean, not lately since we stopped the whole sending letters thing, but when we were doing it, every time I got one he asked how you were doing without us.’ You both chuckled. Bucky may have been Steve’s best friend, but you’d be damned if he didn’t care just as much about you. This is how it was before Peggy. You could talk without hesitation, and it just rolled. Words rolled from your tongue and it was just easy. Unfortunately, just as things turned slightly normal, the woman herself came out onto the platform.

‘The train is delayed. We’ll be here for at least another hour.’ She said with a slight annoyance to her tone.

‘Do they know why?’ Steve asked standing up to be next to her.

‘Repairs.’ She huffed. ‘I’m going to see if I can find another station close by that has a different train running. Can’t have Captain America late to a show.’ She teased with a smirk before leaving.

‘Steve?’ You spoke softly and he turned around with a blush to his cheeks. You really needed to get this out. ‘We need to talk.’ Your tone never went louder, it stayed levelled and quiet. Steve sat next to you and you breathed out a shaky breath. ‘I, I um, I have no idea how to start.’ You laughed a breathy laugh.

‘You can me anything doll.’ He said it with such a beauty to his voice. He was so sincere. This was so much harder than you anticipated.

‘Since you’ve met Peggy, things have changed between us. You’re more distant and I don’t know, I guess it hurts.’ Steve’s eyes never left yours, but the glint he had did fade.

‘What are you saying Y/N?’ Steve asked a little taken back.

‘I’m just saying that maybe you being around Peggy has changed you.’ You suggest, but Steve wasn’t having it. He stood up as fast as a snap of your fingers.

‘Seriously Y/N? I’m finally happy, and you can’t bear to see that?’ He scoffed and continued before you could say anything. ‘That is such a selfish thing to say.’ He snapped.

‘I’m happy for you Steve, but is it such a bad thing that I don’t want things to change?’ Tears began to blur your vision.

‘Not bad, just selfish.’ He shook his head then his eyes locked to yours once more. ‘I think this is where the ‘goodbye’ happens.’ His voice was warm, but it now had a saddened and cold undertone. You nod before picking up your bag.

‘Goodbye Steve.’ You walked away before he could say anything. He was mad and hurt. After having about 20 minutes of time to calm down, you realised that the way you said goodbye wasn’t how you wanted to leave Steve. You raced back to the station and asked the man there when the train left. He said that it was now boarding so you ran to the platform. The train was gone though. So was Steve. There was one thing left though. Sitting on the bench was the locket. Your heart stung deeply and tears flowed freely down your flushed cheeks. After what seemed forever, you left.

You went to the bar, you sat and ordered a heavy drink, and let a guy sit next to you. By this point, all your morals were washed away. He flirted with you but you didn’t tell him to back off. You ended the night leaving the place with this man in tow. It wasn’t your nature, and he wasn’t the man you ever thought you'd do something intimate with. He was not Steven Grant Rogers. But maybe that was a good thing. You’d just never be able to love anyone, so was there a point in even seeking love anymore? You did do one thing right that night though, you left the locket in the bar. It was important but had too many memories. Steve didn’t want you in any shape or form. Not only did you lose the person you loved that day, but also a much needed friend.

~~~~~

Bonus - Steve POV (Earlier/after fight) He regretted everything. It had been about 15 minutes and the train had reached the platform. Steve sat in a seat, slouched posture and his head was held in his hands. In his anger, Steve put the locket, the only piece left of you on the bench so he could completely leave you behind. He was furious at your accusations, but now sitting here, he realised that maybe you were right, maybe he was letting you go. But he didn’t want that ever. You were so much to him. Peggy sat next to him, keeping a professional distance. Steve was about to stand up and get that locket, but the train started moving. He cursed himself for even acting on his anger.

‘She’ll be here when you get back Steve.’ Peggy smiled softly. You weren’t who Steve wanted, Peggy was. You were just, a very important person in his life. You never dared turn your back on him, in fact, you were there for him in his hardest times, but he decided to turn his back on you when life got hard.

~~~~~

No one would make either of your lives like they were before and you both had the same last thought about each other, “Because I had you.”

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Typos (6)

summary: What happens when he texts the wrong number and suddenly there are memes and friendships involved.

warnings: angst-ish

a/n: i’ve wanted to write this scene in particular ever since i thought of the ideas of typos and i’m glad it’s finally a reality btw apparently ‘typhoes’ is a thing now??? i can’t believe it??? This is my entry for the GORGEOUS @buckyofthemyscira‘s writing challenge!! special shoutout to @sebbies for a meme i used in here thanks bitch ily even if you hurt my feelings

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Unknown number: this is strange, I haven’t heard from you in a long time

Unknown number: by a long time, i mean a day

You: i’ve been busy, sorry.

Unknown number: woah, a full stop and proper grammar

You: yeah, haha

Unknown number: y/n

Unknown number: is everything alright sweetheart

You: i’m fine, b :)

Unknown number: what’s wrong?

You: it’s honestly nothing, bucky. i’ll be fine

You: you should go to sleep, it’s pretty late

Unknown number: not until i find out what’s wrong. you’re never like this, i’m worried

You: it’s just one of my episodes

Unknown number: how long has it been since it started?

You: a week. just feels worse today

Unknown number: can i do anything to make it better?

You: is it okay if you talk to me? about anything, just talk for sometime

Unknown number: of course

Unknown number: have i told you about steve?

You: i don’t think so

Unknown number: well, steve’s my best friend

You: i thought sam was your best friend

Unknown number: who

Unknown number: jk he is but steve’s been with me for longer though

Unknown number: i brought him home for the first time because he kept picking fights with everyone in the neighborhood

 Unknown number: he was small as fuck and needed major patching up

Unknown number: he was really sick all the time. i guess he really inspired me to be a doctor

You: that’s really nice

Unknown number: yeah he is :)

Unknown number: took him no time to grow up though

Unknown number: he still keeps picking up fights with everyone it’s ridiculous i swear

Unknown number: this is him on an average day at any time

Unknown number: 

You: me

Unknown number: i thought you both would get along well

Unknown number: steve’s real nice

Unknown number: he’s very loyal. it gets him in trouble a lot

Unknown number: he will fight 120 countries for u if he needs to

Unknown number: but i swear he’s got the biggest puppy eyes and will run away any time someone tries to talk about his problems

You: big mood

Unknown number: i’ve known him practically my entire life

Unknown number: he’s quiet but he’s really smart. smarter than i can ever be

You: i think you’re very smart, bucky, much more than you know

Unknown number: aye thanks b :)

You:

You: where’s steve now?

Unknown number: he used to stay with me, but now he stays alone in brooklyn

You: wait

You: what

Unknown number: what?

You: steve stays alone??

Unknown number: yes? he’s got his own apartment

You: well shit

Unknown number: why?

Unknown number: are you interested in him

Unknown number: because that’s like totally cool

Unknown number: he’s a great guy :)

You: no wait

You: i thought steve was your dog akjhkjdshjhsd

Unknown number: …..

You: now it makes sense why he would run away if someone tried to talk about his problems

You: i was confusion

Unknown number: …..

You: listen he sounded like a dog with the way you described him

Unknown number: did he? did he really?

You: yes!!

Unknown number:

You: 

Unknown number: hot

You: btw you are so not subtle

Unknown number: what do you mean?

You: “oh steve’s a great guy!! :) i’ll give you his number :) totally cool with it :)”

Unknown number: nonsense

You: it’s okay if ur jelly toadster

Unknown number: that’s nice, but i’m not :)

You: 

You: 

Unknown number: i would set you up with steve if you want

You: y tho

Unknown number: you know your happiness matters to me, right

Unknown number: and if steve makes you happy, i’d even give you his underwear brand

Unknown number: i’d do anything to make you happy, dork

You: you make me happy

Unknown number: and you make me happy too

Unknown number: you feel better?

You: yeah i kinda do actually

You: thank you for distracting me

Unknown number: of course :)

His brightness was turned all the way up and he wondered if it added to the sudden warmth he was feeling. It wasn’t a bad warmth; just something he wasn’t used to.

He bit his lip, shuffling back until he was propped up against the headboard. He looked down at his message, his fingers hovering above the keypad.

“i know this is really shitty timing but”

He paused, unsure if what he was about to admit was something he was even ready for. But ignoring his hammering heart and sweaty palms, his shaky fingers typed:

“i think im starting to have feelings for you.”

He stared at it. He wondered if he should send it.

Unknown number: good night, y/n. sleep tight

You: good night bucky <3

It wasn’t the right time.

Part 7

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