#i said 500 words but felt so inspired so here's 2k

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Vince's Imperfects

My only AO3 collection is one titled "Vince's Imperfects". It's a collection of works that I personally believe do not fit my standard quality for fanfictions anymore. My writing has improved since many of these fics were released, so I decided I would private them. As of writing, nine works have been lost to the sands of time... until I release them back into the wild public, that is.

That being said; one delightfully fascinating thing I discovered due to this feature is tag popularity. If you put works into a collection, there's a little category in the side bar called "Tags" and when you click on it, it'll show you the most popular tags. The more popular, the bigger it is.

So, here's the most popular tags for my fics:

The most popular tags are Angst, Hybrids, Mob Hybrids, Non-Human Technoblade, Sexual Content, and (hilariously) Sex.

The Hybrids/Mob Hybrids and Non-Human Technoblade tags were because I wrote three fanfictions, all including him. They were G-rated angst stories:

Ranboo falling into water, and Technoblade subsequently rushing to save him from freezing to death,

Technoblade entering hibernation, and Phil taking care of him,

and Phil dying in war, with The Syndicate (especially Technoblade) struggling to cope with his death.

While I did and still remain to write angst, I find that the stories I wrote around this time to be very personal for one reason or another. Mainly because it focused on how I personally felt at the time. Nowadays, my fanfiction is more character-driven and are, more or less, just character studies or observations, and creating/playing out an inspired scenario with said observations. See: Skeppy/Bad in Good For You and Roier in Sorry For The Bother, Stranger. Because of this, I decided to private these works. No hate to the people who write angst personal to them, I just don't like being profiled by my audience—or even worse, people who harass writers for just writing. (Filters exist for a reason, people!)

Another reason I decided to hide some works is because, exactly as the description says, my writing got better. I know there's no reason to be, but I feel slightly ashamed of the works that don't reach my quality standard anymore. As my writing improves, works I once thought I was proud of have now become... not that.

Back then, I barely wrote above 1k words; the most words I wrote in a chapter by mid-2022 was 4k. My angst was all around 500-1000 words. For a comparison, here's the word count for all of my recent fics:

WORSHIP has 2k words. Although it's one of my earliest fanfictions, I still hold some light appreciation for it. (Don't tell anyone—I was thinking of rewriting it for Christmas of 2022, but I couldn't do it without sacrificing my wellbeing.)

PRAYER has 7k words.

slice of heaven has 4k words. This one stays up because I continue to be proud of it, as I found that writing a threesome was especially daunting.

Good For You has, at the bare minimum, 10k words per chapter.

Sorry For The Bother, Stranger has 6k, nearly 7k words.

Anyways, I'm not quite sure if I'll be putting more fanfictions in there or releasing any of them anytime soon. Either way, I hope you found something insightful about my thought processes.

[big-boah]

For the comfort my characters thing: 🧸and🧣(if you want to do two) for Vegeta. But specifically Chances Vegeta cuz I think he needs these right now.

My baby BOY! Anything for him 😏💙 (I got REALLY carried away and accidentally wrote the next chapter of Chances using these two as PROMPTS, so you get a preview, I hope you like it! 🥰

🧸 Soft plush & 🧣 Fuzzy blanket

The Earthling holiday season was fully underway; the days were shorter, white and festive colored lights adorned the trees down half the city streets, and there were decorations of animals and gifts galore. The Earthling winter solstice was a week away to be exact, which Goku only realized when he checked his phone calendar notifications for the first time in a week. Not having a pay attention to income and only take care of the animals and the house with Vegeta was becoming a favorite pastime of his very quickly.

So, In typical Goku fashion, the lumbering man waited until the very last minute to recall that Vegeta actually wanted a holiday present this year. Vegeta wasn't really one for celebrating holidays; he was easily overwhelmed by drunken, singing crowds, and so was Goku. Goku noticed that he blushed at every gift he or his friends had given him despite the contents. (They have used the "KS Book" as they called it in their code name.) And he wanted to recreate that again and again.

Vegeta was significantly more relaxed around Goku since they had recovered from their first fallout, in which both men admitted they'd need to get better at certain things. Goku noticed a big change in Vegeta--he was still the same snarky badass he was before, but now, he was able to do it directly, with a much better handle on his facial expressions and tone through American Sign Language.

Vegeta was definitely a natural, and Goku was proud that he "called it." Bulma knew what she was talking about, suggesting that as a next step for them, since she had noticed how frustrated Vegeta tended to get with his phone; plus, the man wouldn't be around people who understood him all the time, even though he made sure it was that way now. Bulma hoped that eventually Vegeta would want to break free from the confines of bedrooms and books and video games, no matter whose house they were at. If he was happy, that's great. But he expressed his desire to keep experiencing things, get stronger, become more knowledgeable. Her old friend was a natural at learning and he was really coming into his own.

Goku found the twinkling lights somewhat magical as he held Vegeta's hand, strolling down 12th Avenue in West City. There were plenty of shops here with cool toys, for kids, adults, and even people with sensory needs. Vegeta could realistically buy these places out with the money in their shared bank account, but he didn't really think like that very often.

Goku pulled his chilly hand from his brown leather jacket pockets, revealing his black fingerless gloves. He rubbed his hands together for warmth. Vegeta suddenly stopped next to him after booking it down the sidewalk back to the bus stop; it was way too cold to walk.

Goku turned and held his mitts out to hold Vegeta's rosy cheeks and snotty nose. Vegeta sniffled and kept his eye peeled away from his lover--he hated being cold almost as much as he hated being hot. At this point Goku was hopping up and down a little, hoping with each passing second that the city bus to take them 15 minutes South would show up soon.

Vegeta checked the bus schedule board outside of the small enclosed waiting hut, which was packed with people this evening being so close to the holidays. He nudged his partner and pointed to the bus they were looking for--they still had about 20 minutes before that bus would arrive.

Goku's eyes brightened as he exclaimed, "I have an idea to warm us up in the meantime, come on!" He dragged Vegeta away from the crowd as fast as he could, careful to support his partner so he didn't fall ass-first into any black ice on the sidewalk.

"Hmmm..." Vegeta frowned while he considered whether he wanted to go in or not as they stared up at the glowing yellow sign--Goku brought him to a toy store around the corner from the bus stop.

"You can stay out here in the cold if you want, but I'm gonna get somethin' to warm us up, okay? Maybe I'll grab a couple gifts for Raditz." Goku confirmed. He turned on his heel and headed toward the shop's door.

Vegeta considered staying outside for 15 minutes and dealing with the weather, or going through a children's toy store for the same amount of time--the answer was unfortunately obvious; he'd freeze to death out here, and the snow was every so slightly picking up.

"Over here, dude!" Goku half-whispered when the shop's bell chimed. Vegeta raised his clenched fists and rubbed them into the material of his wind-resistant green knee-length jacket.

"Welcome!" An older woman with her hair in a bun and glasses was sorting books behind her cash register. Vegeta didn't look up.

"So you think a blanket might help? A real soft one?" Goku asked his partner, who kept his focus anywhere but on Goku's face.

The couple flipped through a stack of different blankets the shop had on display, all with different designs. Vegeta eventually found a navy blue one with a white speckled pattern that felt softer than anything he'd ever felt in his life. He tore it from the display pile, disregarding the other carefully refolded blankets, and held it up to see that it was massive.

He bunched it up and stuck his face in it while Goku watched in awe. Here was Vegeta, his boyfriend, who couldn't stand being out of the house, rubbing his face into a blanket with a look of satisfaction on his face. And they were in public.

"I'm guessin' that's a keeper?" Goku smiled, already knowing the answer. His partner nodded once with a stern, decisive face, and kept the thing bundled into his arms as they stepped back out to the main aisle.

"Alright let's bring this on the bus, then into our bed." Goku's voice took on a hint of a whisper as he bent down to Vegeta's ear, "We could be naked on it, it'd feel so good an' soft..."

Vegeta gulped hard, then used the huge wad of blanket to hide the growing erection in his sweatpants.

"Uh...one sec!" Goku announced as he ran off toward the back of the store. The guy could get distracted very easily, so Vegeta figured he'd wait exactly where he stood, grumbling at himself for how much he enjoyed this obnoxious piece of cotton fabric.

Vegeta glanced up at the aisle numbers where Goku was headed, and it said something about puzzles, toys, games, art supplies, restrooms, and checkout.

Not very specific... Five minutes later, his boyfriend was jogging back up to the front register with his partner to take care of purchasing the blanket. Goku checked the time on his phone real quick, and started bouncing on his toes a little in anticipation.

That was when the older man noticed a large paper bag in Goku's left hand. Huh. Vegeta was more concerned about wrapping the blanket around his shivering frame, however--he'd figure out Goku's mystery gift and who it was for on the bus ride.

Normally Vegeta would opt out of public transportation, but it was just cold and blustery enough to where the walk to the shopping distract was easy, but now it was a little too much on the way back with the ice and all.

Goku didn't feel the need to call a driver just for them to go a few blocks, although Vegeta did protest a little considering other people would be on the bus. Goku wanted him to try new things in public--not because he wanted Vegeta to be okay with other people, but because he hoped his partner would use his headstrong ego and inner strength to practice not giving a crap about what other people thought. Vegeta's father ingrained a bad bad habit into him about shaming himself, the poor dude.

The bells chimed above the toy store's door as they dashed out; the bus was pulling up to the corner on time, and white powdery snow was accumulating quickly.

Vegeta was very satisfied with their last minute purchase--he wrapped the huge thing around his shoulders and had Goku pay their bus fare up front, while Vegeta stomped to an empty seat against the very back of the vehicle.

Once the couple's hands had defrosted a bit, Vegeta signed with one raised eyebrow while pointing to the bag Goku had tucked into his side, "That p-r-e-s-e-n-t? Who?"

Goku watched Vegeta's signing, and pulled the brown bag even closer to his body. "Mmm..secret."

Goku chose to speak and sign for Vegeta's benefit, in case it was easier in that moment for his boyfriend to pick up more in one mode than the other. The two of them were studying hard, and they learned with ASL it is not encouraged to "sim-com", which is simultaneously communicate with ASL grammar and English speech, because ASL is a more broken down version with subject always being first to establish context. They also learned that this is why native ASL signers use grammar that sounds different than English while speaking.

Vegeta discovered that signing allowed his brain to bypass the whole speech processing thing, allowing him to use those mental and emotional resources to focus on what he was communicating. Even if they were just finger-spelling most exchanges at this point, Vegeta was beyond grateful to Bulma and Goku for encouraging him, and challenging him, to learn this. Even his brother was on board to learn in South City with his wife once he got wind of it. Raditz and his other friends were supportive too, but whether they had the brains or the patience to learn a new language was another story. Some people he'd still have to type with.

Something Goku noticed since they switched to mostly signing, was that he was seeing even more how snarky his boyfriend was, and he loved it. He loved learning more about his partner, and their relationship was already deepening on different levels. Which is why Goku felt comfortable enough to make his special "secret" purchase while they were in the toy store.

"Who?" Vegeta signed again with a grunt, his frown a little more pronounced this time. Goku was a sucker for his boyfriend's pouting, and it was close enough to the holidays to exchange a little extra gift... right?

"Agh fine. It's for you." Goku replied as he glanced over at his boyfriend who was currently cocooned in that fuzzy blanket. The bus was pretty busy at this time of day, but no one paid them any mind since most people were stuck standing like sardines. And their special Capsule Corp stop was only four blocks away.

"Now?" Vegeta inquired, eyebrows raised. His deep brown eyes glared at Goku's neck with anticipation--he was feeling so warm and comfortable that he didn't care if he seemed like an excited child. Plus, the only person he felt comfortable doing this sort of thing around was Kakarot.

Goku chuckled and nodded, passing the bag over to Vegeta's lap.

"Aww man, you didn't even give me a chance to wrap it." Goku remarked through his giggles, "For real though, if you don't like it I'll keep it, I think he's kinda cool."

Vegeta rolled his eyes at Goku's inability to not give things away, but what he removed from the bag was actually really, really cool. And pretty damn thoughtful.

It was an astronaut plushie, about 8 inches long, that looked exactly like the main character from his (now their) favorite space game. It was the first game they got hooked on together, the first thing they did on hangouts or "dates".

As immature as a stuffed animal gift was, it was like a sensory friendly action figure, and the guy really looked so cool. And it was soft.

Vegeta tore the plush spaceman out and tossed the paper bag to the right, along with the brown packing paper from inside. The bag happened to land on the lap of the person sitting next to Vegeta, who was seemingly a little weirded out by Vegeta's behavior--not only was the excited man now holding out a stuffed space dude, he was wrapped in a jacket and a huge blanket on a hot bus, surrounded by people in front of his seat, and he was stimming. A lot.

Vegeta felt comfortable enough around Goku to not care as much about his stimming; it was a natural part of him, it made him feel physically sick and horribly anxious if he couldn't do it. He didn't know why he let himself go so many years trying to suppress it, or hide it. He wasn't comfortable doing it all the time yet, but he was getting there. Plus, having Kakarot right there did something to him. It challenged him, to be better--to be himself. A stronger version of himself.

The couple had this phenomenon where they wound up in their own little world, where nothing else mattered--their own personal bubble, their own little Planet Vegeta and Kakarot no matter where they were physically. It was rare that they were apart these days, especially because all the renovation had started for the inside of Goku's house. They were being forced to spend more time outside because of obvious reasons, so today's outing was another attempt at Christmas shopping.

The tall man sitting next to Vegeta was wearing a green shirt, and had an orange Mohawk hairstyle with an earring. He leaned forward a bit and smiled warmly at the two men, almost as if he recognized them.

Vegeta hummed almost as loud as the bus engine right below them and kept his eyes fixed on his new gift. The guy passed the discarded paper bag to Goku, who accepted it with a shy smile.

"Sorry man, he didn't mean to throw trash at ya." Goku's cheeks dusted a light pink and Vegeta turned to him, furrowing his brow and rocking a bit.

"Sorry why?" Vegeta signed quickly to his partner.

"You're a s-l-o-b." Goku replied, earning a close-quarters shoulder shove from his boyfriend.

The orange-haired man chuckled in response to Goku's signing; he must have understood what he saying, which made Goku giggle a bit too. There were actually some pretty cool people in this city--but he was looking forward to heading home to the country as soon as the main part of the house was renovated.

Goku was staying at Capsule Corp for the next month while his place was being worked on, and having to drive several hours a day to take care of his animals was not ideal. Goku also found that he didn't like living with roommates too much either.

But making plans and hanging out with Vegeta, learning more about each other, getting to spend a lot more time together, made it all worth it.

"Thank you, Kakarot." Vegeta signed to his partner, tearing his gaze from the plushie back to the floor, rubbing it against the stubble beneath his chin; it felt weirdly itchy but great in that moment.

Vegeta's mind continued reeling as he waited for their stop. ...He's always surpassing me at these things! How dare he get me a thoughtful gift, and found it so quickly! I'm going to have to figure something out, fast. I should probably enlist Bulma for help.

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100 fics recommendation list!

today i hit 100 followers here on tumblr! i’ve had this account for over a year and a half, and i never really thought it would go anywhere when i made it. i really only made it because i had spent a very long time filling up my main tumblr with rwrb content that i had a feeling my irls who followed me where probably getting bored with the lack of variety. so i made this account and now rarely use my original.

in celebration of hitting 100 followers, i felt like it would be amazing to recommend 100 of my favorite rwrb fics! this is a long post so hold on!

warning: there are over 1500 fics in this fandom, i could not possibly get to all my favorite fics into one list.

key: [general tag, rating*, word count, chapter count]

* G - general audience, T - Teen and Up audience, M - mature, E - explicit; only for adults

first: my own fics. i have seventeen rwrb fics, sixteen of which are completed and one being posted as it’s written. i started posting rwrb fic may 1, 2020 and still do to this day.

elleterates

a different kind of feeling [Junora + Pez, G, 980, 1/1]

a long walk to london [Childhood Friends to Lovers au, G, 11k, 1/1]

growing up and going home [Alex & Ellen - Moving Out, G, 969, 1/1]

it’s quiet in the world tonight. [Kid fic, G, 3k, 1/1]

we've ridden the stars (seen everything from satarn to mars) [Breaking Up & Getting Back Together, T, 500, 1/1]

everything from this point onward is in alphabetical order!

here are five fics from a few of my favorite rwrb authors!

allmyloveatonce has thirty rwrb fics and has been posting fics within this fandom since march 21, 2020! twenty-nine of said works are completed plus one is currently being updated but completely written. 

Countdown [Reminiscing, T, 2k, 1/1] 

Race You to Forever [Marriage Proposal, E, 17k, 1/1]

Someday We'll Know If Love Can Move a Mountain [Angst with a Happy Ending - Canon Divergence, E, 60k, 22/22]

Somewhere We Can Be Alone [Medieval AU, E, 25k, 10/10]

What Do I Know? [Amnesia au, E, 83k, 25/25]

bibliosoph has thirty-one rwrb fics and has been posting fics within this fandom since january 31, 2020! twenty-five of said works are completed. 

Anamnesis [Memory Loss au, T, 3k, 1/1]

As You Wish [Princess Bride au, T, 33k, 19/19]

The Boy With a Storm in His Brain [Cancer fic, T, 32k, 18/18]

Mythology, Huh? [Greek god au, E, incomplete (39k as of now), 19/?]

Two Sides of the Same Coin [Merlin au, E, 86k, 43/43]

bleedingballroomfloor has sixteen rwrb fics and has been posting fics within this fandom since october 10, 2020!

A Mind That Never Sleeps [5 + 1 things, T, 3k, 1/1]

A Picture on Your Corkboard [Memory Loss au, M, 23k, 5/5]

Camp Llwynywermod [Summer Camp au, E, 56k, 8/8]

Eyes Blue, Like the Atlantic [Titanic au, M, 16k, 1/1]

(our last summer) memories that remain [Mamma Mia inspired, E, 91k, 20/20]

cmere has twenty-one rwrb fics and has been posting fics within this fandom since december 20, 2019!

A Tiny Shred of Hope [Canon Compliant, T, 1k, 1/1]

give yourself away sometimes, sweetheart [Canon Compliant, M, 3k, 1/1]

Heaven is You [Post-Canon - Emotional Hurt/Comfort, T, 2k, 1/1]

If You Hold Me Without Hurting Me, You’ll Be the First Who Ever Did [Smut, E, 2k, 1/1]

Truth [Smut, E, 21k, 4/4]

DemonPoxHerondale has eight rwrb fics and has been posting fics within this fandom since february 3, 2021!

A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes [Henry sees his future, T, 2k, 1/1]

Duchess of Albany [Fluff and Crack, T, 1k, 1/1]

I Feel Forever [Post-Canon, T, 1k, 1/1]

it's a little bit funny, this feeling inside [Post-Canon, T, 1k, 1/1]

You carry my love/Forever and always [Historical au, T, 38k, 11/11] 

floatingaway4 has seventy-four rwrb fics and has been posting fics within this fandom since june 30, 2020!

Baby grand [Kid fic, T, 575, 1/1]

Big sister [Sibling Relationship, T, 1k, 1/1]

The last letter [Afterlife, T, 2k, 1/1]

Three fights Alex and Henry never had [Domestic Fluff, E, 2k, 1/1]

Too quiet [Fluff and Angst, T, 1k, 1/1]

ifigo has nineteen rwrb fics and has been posting fics within this fandom since novemeber 23, 2020! eighteen of said works are completed.

A Kingdom for a Stage [Catherine/Arthur, M, 8k, 2/2] 

Cobweb Hearts, Empty Places [Soulmate au, M, 2k, 1/1] 

From Henry, To Arthur [Angst - Grief/Mourning, M, 1k, 1/1] 

Beautiful Indifference [Kidfic, G, 3k, 1/1]

The Crocodile Letters [Fluff and Crack, T, 2k, 1/1]

indomitablelove has eighteen rwrb fics and has been posting fics within this fandom since may 15, 2021!

The B Was Never Silent [Post-Canon - Fluff, T, 2k, 1/1]

brother, brother (let me love you) [Sibling Relationship - Grief/Mourning, T, 4k, 1/1]

into the spotlight [Actor au, E, 40k, 11/11]

lifelines [Canon Compliant - Outing, M, 27k, 8/8]

what we might do (if we stop keeping a secret) [Fix-it - Coming Out, M, 8k, 1/1]

schmulte has fourty-two rwrb fics and has been posting fics within this fandom since december 19, 2020! thirty-two of said works are completed.

Floating Lanterns and Frying Pans [Tangled au, T, 16k, 12/12]

Something About the Sunshine [Starstruck au, G, 11k, 4/4]

Tattoo Guns & Roses [Flower Shop & Tattoo Parlor au, M, 18k, 10/10] 

You Gave Me a Forever (Within the Numbered Days) [The Fault In Our Stars au, M, 27k, 11/11] 

Zeitgeist [One shots - Inspired by Hozier Songs, M, incomplete (4k as of now), 5/?]

here are five fics from a few of my favorite tags!

angst

- as with any fics on this list, please check the tags before reading. in the fandom, about 20% of fics are labeled angst. some may be categorized as angst but not even tagged it. it’s a popular tag in every fandom, and rwrb is no exception. we can’t allow ourselves to be happy apparently

and the heart i know i'm breaking is my own by Princecess_Nales [Post Break up, E, 2k, 1/1]

don't you call him baby (don't you call him what you used to call me) 🍒 by 8glassesofmilkin3minutes [Canon Divergence - Break up au, T, incomplete (4k as of now), 5/7]

God Save the Blessed American President Mom by zipadeea [Assassination Attempt(s), T, 31k, 8/8]

How wonderful life is (while you're in the world) by Mlvdybug [Hurt/Comfort - shooting, M, 34k, 3/3]

Life on Mars by scorpiusalone [Death of an animal, G, 1k, 1/1]

alternate universes

- set either in an entirely different world than our own, or simply in on different than canon, alternate universe fics place our beloved characters in situations, unlike anything they’ve experienced. 

a pillar i am, upright by Inmoonlightigetseasick [Historical au, M, 18k, 1/1]

A Sporting Chance by clottedcreamfudge [College/University au, E, 126k, 7/7]

Heartaches and Cupcakes and Sunshine Boys by everwitch [Write/Model Turned Photographer au, M, 54k, 12/12]

Hetkeksi by Neuqe [Fantasy & Magic au, T, 13k, 1/1]

Texan Rhapsody by DracoWillHearAboutThis [High school au - angst, E, 37k, 9/9]

emails

- the emails between alex and henry are a huge part of the book, as we all know. these fics are takes on emails not shown in the book

My Dearest, Alexander by rooftopkisses [Canon Compliant - Email Drafts, G, 813, 1/1]

Subject: Re: more bad metaphors about maps, but this time i mixed in a few about various musicals by lotsofregurtsactually(adykecalledCJ) [Late-night emails, G, 726, 1/1]

the one with the e-mails by sanjariti [Fluff, T, 873, 1/1]

To Love Another, Is to Cherish Life Itself by acuppaJo [Hurt/Comfort, T, 3k, 1/1]

Whiskey drunk by imasleepytea [Fluff, T, 1k, 1/1]

fluff

- sweet, heartwarming, typically wholesome. fluff. gotta love it. it’s the tag to choose when you don’t want pain and you just want is to see your favorite characters happy.

A Lover's Embrace by septemberleaves [Post-Canon, T, 2k, 1/1]

your love is sunlight by youlostpleiad [Post-Canon - Important Conversations, G, 1k, 1/1]

in wildest dreams (i never dreamed of this) by millsx [Domestic Fluff, T, 8k, 1/1]

your love is better than ice cream by i_m_disappeared [Comfort, T, 1k, 1/1]

Yes/No (Please Say Yes) by stardisnight [Domestic Fluff - Alternate Universe, T, 2k, 1/1]

fun

- do you like fluff but want more than happy feelings? these fics will make you laugh and smile while still holding onto the warm feeling fluff gives you.

Keeping Up with the Alternate Hell Timeline of 2020 by ashspren & sconelover [Crack Fic, T, 4k, 1/1]

playing the game by laurentknows [Post-Canon - Trolling the Press, G, 1k, 1/1]

Thirst Tweets & Mean Tweets [FOR APPROVAL] by loveonpurpose [Post-Canon - Twitter, T, 2k, 1/1]

What happens in Vegas (doesn’t always stay in Vegas) by TheAmberFox [Las Vegas Wedding, T, 5k, 1/1]

17 Firstprince Moments That Remind Us How Single We Are by peppermintpatties [Post-Canon - Social Media, T, 3k, 1/1]

hurt/comfort

- do you like angst but want to feel good at the end? hurt/comfort is the place for that. commonly paired with the angst tag, you know these fics will break your heart and attempt to fix it again.

and i hope the sun shines (and it's a beautiful day) by betwecouldmakesome(softcinnamonroll) [Post-Canon - Break Up and Getting Back Together, M, 8k, 3/3]

i don't know about you, but i'm (not) feeling twenty-two by nopunintended [Post-Canon - Insecurity, T, 2k, 1/1]

My Rose Has Thorns (But They're Not Meant For Me) by absolute-worst-idea(cxptained) [Panic Attacks, T, 2k, 1/1]

The First Daughter and the Prince by totheworldwedreamabout [June and Henry friendship, T, 3k, 1/1]

the sadness you carry, it hangs like a ghost by 14carrotgold [Missing Scene - June POV, T, 2k, 1/1]

junora (+pez)

- t h e y. we need more fics with them. we need more junora fics. we need more june/nora/pez fics. but in the meantime, here are some great ones.

being good (it runs in the family) by demigodbeautiies [Smut, E, 3k, 1/1]

holding onto feelings i’m not used to feeling by ljghtswood [Getting Together, T, incomplete (5k as of now), 1/?]

i cannot fall in love (with you) by orionseye [Self-Discovery, T, 22k, 10/10]

My algebra equals you every time by PaulaLovelace [Canon Compliant, M, 11k, 1/1]

she is my all, she is the one, she is by captainegg [Marriage Proposal, T, 1k, 1/1]

kid fics 

- kid fics are very popular in this fandom, and for good reason! authors like myself, floatingaway4, ifigo, and allmyloveatonce all have amazing kid fics, but here are some amazing ones by authors not yet mentioned!

A Quiet Evening Alone by great_turkey_calamity [Domestic Fluff, not rated but probably G/T, 3k, 1/1]

Grown-Up Names by webeta123 [Kid’s Understanding of Names, G, 1k, 1/1]

Knights, Sword fights, and Whatever Else by Quire [Kids Play Swordfighting, G, 1k, 1/1]

Polaroids by MamaG [Child Meets the Queen, G, 2k, 2/2]

We'll Get Together Then by absoluteaudacity [5+1 Things, G, 3k, 1/1] 

proposals

- casey said it themself, they will get married, here are some ideas on how they would start that process. after all, who doesn’t love a good proposal!

a thousand, a million, billion thoughts, (all under the form of a letter to you) by CrayolaRainbow [PowerPoint & Lists, M, 4k, 1/1]

(baby) don’t make me spell it out for you by extasiswings [Light Lack of Communication, T, 2k, 1/1]

keep most of your heart in london by cresswells [Double Proposal, G, 4k, 1/1]

I'd Cross Oceans by 14hpgirl19 [Sick Fic, T, 5k, 2/2]

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smut 

- please note that all fics under this category are rated E. 

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this life, this love by railmedaddy [Fluff - Frottage, E, 945, 1/1]

bonus fic!

- have you seen the netflix original Young Royals? if not, watch it, if so i recommend this young royals x rwrb cross-over! 

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i had a lot of fun doing this! if i get to two hundred followers, i want to do another one of these so i can shout out more fics and authors! i’ve read almost every fic in this fandom, having been here since august 2019. i know just how talented everyone in this fandom is. fanfic writers, you are loved. thank you for sharing your words <3. fanfic readers, thank you for supporting us!

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Speak Now

Speak Now

Hello, I am back, with an unofficial entry into the lovely @msmarvelwrites 2k Challenge. This is heavily inspired by her challenge but, but I am also aware I am clogging up her mentions ;)

Speak now Pairs:

Steve x Reader, with brief mentions of Bucky x Reader and Historical Wanda x Reader cause its Pride Month :)

Words, around 6k.

Themes, suggestions of smut so 18+, lots of swearing, angst and heartbreak and some fluff.

Baby, I didn't say my vows So glad you were around When they said speak now

You looked in the mirror and took a deep breath. Today was the day you had been dreading for the last 8 months. Steve Rogers and Sharon Carter’s Wedding. Ignoring the pit in your stomach you smoothed your lilac chiffon dress down once more, before checking your make-up and French-braid updo one last time. You felt sick oh how could he be marrying her? Had you two genuinely meant that little to each other meaning it was that easy for him to marry her?

You felt the tears threatening to spring from your eyes and pinched your nose. The limo was almost here, and you didn’t have enough time to re-do your make up if you started crying now. Plus, you knew deep down if you started crying, you’d never make it to the wedding. As one of Steve's closest friends you knew you had to suck it up and be there at his big day.

Originally, he had tried to convince you to take up Sharon’s half-assed offer to be in her bridal party. You would much rather stick needles in your eyes. So, you apologised to Steve and Sharon (not that she cared or even listened) advising how you didn’t have the time free to commit to such a big thing. Steve had originally been upset looking crestfallen, his baby blue eyes pleading with you. You gave him a small smile before assuring him you would still be there for the wedding.

“Don’t worry about it Steve. I’ll be there on the big day. Would never dream of missing it, especially the opportunity to see Sam and Bucky in suits” you said ruefully. Steve didn’t skip over the fact you had called him Steve. You had always called him Stevie. Well. Up until he had announced his engagement to Sharon.

“Hey Dollface”, Bucky said kissing you on the cheek before opening the door to the car. “Hey Buck, Hey Sam, you two look delicious,” you said shooting them a playful wink. Sam mumbled a small thanks avoiding eye contact with you. Bucky however, took this an opportunity to move closer to you. His hand resting on your thigh. The four of you had been friends since college. That’s why you were riding in the limo with them to the church earlier than most.

The four of you had formed a strong friendship back then. Along with Wanda and Pietro Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff. Bucky and Steve had been childhood friends and you had met Sam at Freshman orientation where he had almost knocked you unconscious during his haste to catch a football.

You and Bucky had a complex history. He had liked you from the moment he had met you, however, you weren’t interested in him. To be fair, you hadn’t been romantically interested in any of the boys, instead, your interest had been caught by one of the red-haired females you were sharing off-campus accommodation with. It didn’t stop Bucky from trying to get you into his bed all through your freshman year though. He had eventually given up in the summer and had never brought it up again after realising his best pal Steve had a thing for you too.

“So, what do you say Y/N, after the wedding, you come back to my hotel and let me make you feel real fucking good again, just like I did all those months back”, Bucky whispered. His hot breath tickling your neck. You instantly felt yourself flush at the memory. Straightening up you removed Bucky’s hand. “Come on James, I told you. It was a one-time thing, never gonna happen again. The only hotel room I will be ending up in is mine”, you said. Determination filling your features.

From across the limo Sam snickered whilst Bucky sulked. “Sure Y/N we all know who’s hotel room you’re gonna end up in and it isn’t anyone in this limo’s” Sam smirked. You instantly felt yourself heat up with embarrassment at Sam’s call out. He was right though. Anytime things got rough for either of you, you and your college girlfriend Wanda always found a way into each other’s beds. You picked at bottom of your knee-length dress before sighing. “Actually, I’m fairly certain she and Vision are in a good place at the moment, and she is bringing him as her date. You examined your fresh manicure avoiding their eye’s.

After a quiet 15-minute ride the three of you arrived at the church. Bucky had been whispering sweet nothings in your ear the entire ride. Sam had ignored you up until you had gotten out the limo. Grabbing you by the elbow he pulled you to one side telling Bucky to go on in.

“Y’know Y/N I always thought it would be you up there with him today,” Sam said sympathy filling his eyes. “I know this day is hard for you. So just know after the wedding if you want to get out of here, I have your back and will cover for you”, Sam continued. His brown eyes boring into you. You felt that familiar lump form in your throat and instead of addressing it you threw your arms around Sam and buried your face in his chest.

“Thank you” you mumbled. You and Sam were great friends, but Sam very rarely showed you physical affection. However, at that moment he knew that the hug was grounding you, so he rested his chin on the top of your head squeezing you tight. Running his hands up and down your back in a reassuring measure.

You stayed like that for about 2 minutes, a few loose tears escaping, that was when you heard Steve and Bucky’s laughter coming down the hallway towards the churches front garden, where you were stood in an embrace with Sam. You stiffened before withdrawing from Sam’s embrace. You shot him a small sad smile, before shaking your head and running off before Steve had a chance to talk to you.

You knew he would tell you how much it meant to him that you were there. How he was so happy that despite all your history, how you had once again shown up for him. You just couldn’t face him. You had gone out of your way to avoid being alone with him for the past eight months. “Hey, Where’s Y/N rushing off too”? You heard Steve ask as you rushed off the nearby meadow.

Bucky and Sam were obviously a part of Steve's wedding party. Because of this, they were needed at the small church where the wedding was taking place an hour before guests were due to arrive. Steve had insisted on you riding to the church with Sam and Steve in the limo he was paying for. He refused to hear of you spending money on a cab to attend the big day. Especially not when there was plenty of room and you were on the way to the church. Eventually, you had agreed after Steve had worn you down. The goofy grin he had given you had simultaneously made your heart do a somersault and rip further in half.

It was warm summers day in Massachusetts and the little church really was the perfect venue. Well to you, and it definitely was for Steve but you knew that social standing meant more to Sharon, she had wanted the big fancy private venue which seated 500 plus guests in NYC as opposed to the quaint little church with a max capacity of 50.

The long grass tickled your ankles as you entered the meadow, your eyes were instantly drawn to the big oak tree with a rickety wooden swing hanging down. You had at least 40 minutes before you would need to head in. The wedding was in an hour, but you weren’t looking forward to the awkward encounter with Wanda that was waiting for you. The sun was beginning to blaze, and it was even midday. Deciding you had enough time; you undid your strappy beige sandals and ran towards the swing.

You sat on the rough wood, slightly warm from the heatwave MA was experiencing, the rope had frayed and aged but you didn’t care, the sun was fighting its way through the canopy of thick green leaves. You let out a deep breath before kicking your feet along the dried dirt. You leant your head back and closed your eyes, shutting the world out deciding to live in these tranquil moments.

Flashbacks.

You and Steve had been dancing around the sexual tension between the pair of you for the last 3 years. Neither one of you ever daring to make a move. Mostly because you and Wanda were either constantly fighting or fucking. Sometimes both. Okay, mostly doing both. Steve wasn’t much better, every few months he had a new girlfriend and then there were countless one night stands in between. However, it was your final year of college you and Wanda had decided to call it quits for a good 5 months ago.

You hadn’t planned on getting this drunk, originally Sam and Nat were coming over to your apartment for some drinks to check out your new place. But then Sam had asked to bring this girl he was dating Jane, and Steve had heard from Nat about the get-together, pleading with you the be included.

So that was how you had ended up drunk as a skunk belting out cheesy pop hits on your old PlayStation sing star. Natasha had left long ago, claiming she had a paper to write, Sam and Jane were snuggled closely on the small sofa.

“Come on Y/N sing You’re the one I want with me,” Steve said trying to pull you up from the floor. You whined and wriggled your wrist free-falling back on the cold laminate floor. The sudden movement made Steve lose balance as his feet had been on your toes.

“Stevie, now look what you did” you giggled as the blond hottie fell on the floor opposite you. “This never would have happened if you’d just agreed to sing with me Puppy” Steve replied pouting. Puppy. He called you that claiming you had the biggest puppy dog eyes and energy of a 6-month Puppy all the time.

“I told you, I don’t sing duets anymore jerkwad,” you said shuffling away from the blonde. Steve decided that he didn’t like this much and pouted. You let out a small involuntary giggle. This only seemed to upset Steve more, deepening his pout and raising his eyebrows, he let out an exasperated sigh.

The mixture of Steve’s adorable pout, the tension between you and the alcohol was too much and with that, you broke out into a fit of giggles rolling about on the floor. Your T-shirt etched up as you moved to try to quieten your giggles, showing flashes of your skin to Steve. Your giggles were intoxicating, mixed with the wafts of your favourite body spray, the way you screwed your eyes up when you laughed, and with the way your shirt was etching higher and higher, Something in Steve snapped.

In one swift movement he caught your wrists as you rolled over so you were on your back, pinning them above your head with one hand, his other holding your left leg in a bent position, Steve was on top of you using your leg to prop himself up so he wasn’t crushing you. Your eyes caught Steve’s baby blue eyes. You swallowed, unable to break the eye contact with Steve.

“Stevie”, you whispered uncertainly. With that, the daze Steve was in broke and he crushed his lips to yours. He tasted like beer mixed with the fruity makeshift cocktails you’d made when the beer ran out, his lips were slightly chapped.

His kiss started of hungry and frantic, you returned the kiss, drinking in all the sensations. The pressure on your wrists loosening as the kiss melted into a softer, gentler, more loving kiss. After a few moments, the kiss stopped and Steve drew back, You didn’t move, just as stunned as him.

You could see the blush slowly creeping over Steve's face, so you leant in, closing the small distance as Steve's face still awkwardly hovered inches above yours.

“I think we should kick Sam and Jane out” you whispered shooting him a sly smirk. Steve's blush deepened. He nodded his head and slowly drew back. Once standing he offered his hand to yours to help you up.

After Sam and Jane left you and Steve spent the entire night fucking each other senseless. It was the start of your 4-year relationship. You and Steve were practically inseparable for the rest of your time at college. You already were before that night, but after the kiss and the events that followed you two became insatiable for one another.

You were so caught up in your flashback that you didn’t hear Bucky calling your name. “Earth to Y/N,” he said waving his hand frantically in front of your face. You were so taken by surprise you couldn’t help but let out a small shriek, to which both you and Bucky burst out laughing. “Jesus H Christ, Bucky! You almost gave me a heart attack”. You said shooting him a toothy grin.

“Sorry Y/N, Steve sent me out here to look for you, he just missed you earlier, said he wants to speak to you and get a photo of the four of us,” Bucky said. You felt your heart squeeze, you couldn’t do it, you couldn’t talk to him before the ceremony, you just didn’t trust yourself. You didn’t realise it but you had started crying. Bucky caught it before you did. Pulling you up from the swing he enveloped you into a huge hug.

“Hey, hey, it's okay. Bucky’s got you. Don’t worry I’ll make up some lame excuse about you fixing your hair or makeup or something, don’t worry doll. Sam and I are gonna get you through this day and once the weddings done, we are going to get super drunk. It may be an open bar, but Sharon’s Daddy is paying for it”, Bucky said rubbing soothing circles on your back. Unable to speak or else the damn would completely burst you simply just nodded into Bucky’s chest.

Bucky stayed hugging you for about 5 minutes before heading back off into the church, you both knew that if Bucky stayed around too much longer, Sam or more likely, Steve would come looking for you both. As you watched Bucky jog off your phone buzzed.

Hey Babe, can’t wait to see you. Visions looking forward to it too, according to his sat Nav we should be arriving in 10 minutes. See you soon! Xx P.S I hope you’re wearing something sexy for me 😉– Wanda x

Of course it was Wanda, she didn’t need to sign of her text with her name. You still had each other’s telephone numbers. You dropped yourself onto the floor, not caring about the dried dirt around the tree. You knew this was going to mark your dress but with Wanda acting up now, you were well past the point of giving a flying fuck.

You leant your head back on the tree before uttering out a string of expletives. Attending your ex-boyfriend’s wedding was hard enough without your college girlfriend attending too. Wanda was happy (mostly) with Henry aka Vision (god what a pompous nickname). However, that never seemed to stop Wanda and you falling back into each other’s beds. Or Her sending texts like this whenever a group of you got together.

Flashback

“Steve, look at me, please. Say something. This isn’t something I’m choosing to do lightly”, you pleaded for Steve to look at you. Your Grandma in England was sick, she had been given a year, two max to live. Your mum hadn’t been around much for you growing up and your Grandma had practically raised you with her Son (your dad), you had chosen to go back to England to be closer to her during her final year.

“Stevie, please baby. This has nothing to do with you, or me, or us. It’s just the woman practically raised me and I want to be there for her. It will be a year, two max. You can always come visit, I’ll be over to visit, We can make this work. Just please say you want it to work”, you were practically begging by this point. Tears were falling down your cheeks and the man who held your heart in his hands and had the power to stop all the pain stood there at the opposite end of your shared apartment. With his back to you.

“What do you want me to say Y/N?!” Steve's voice came out in an accusing whisper. He still made no motions to turn to face you. “Of course you should be there for her during her final moments. But a year, maybe two? We have a life here, an apartment. I have friends here, Sharon, Sam, Bucky, and Thor. Hell, Nick even said I might even be up for a promotion in a month or two.”

You didn’t miss the fact that Sharon who had been eyeing up Steve since joining Fury’s Law firm 8 months ago was suddenly included in that list of friends. Steve was oblivious. But he wasn’t that oblivious. He knew mentioning her would hurt you. And he was right it did.

“You know what Stevie, I get that. That’s why I’m not asking you to come with me for the whole time, I’m just asking you to come over for two weeks whilst I get settled and then to do the long-distance thing for a while. But if your Friends and possible promotion are that important to you, Then forget it”. You grabbed your phone, the overnight bag you had packed and stormed out of the apartment.

You waited in the rain for 15 minutes, wishing for Steve to chase after you. He never did. So, you called Wanda and asked if she would mind lending you her sofa for the night. You had booked two tickets for a 6 am flight, believing that your precious Stevie would of course come with you to visit your family during this difficult time.

Spoiler alert, Steve didn’t show at the airport the next morning, he also spent the next 3 days avoiding your calls.

Eventually, Steve did apologise. But by then the cracks had formed and the damage had been done, after 5 months you called it quits. 4 Months Later Steve was dating Sharon Carter. You arranged with Wanda and Sam to mail back your key and have your belongings collected. Sam had offered to store them at his apartment in his spare room.

Your phone buzzing beside you pulled you from your flashback. “Natasha! No, I am here, I’ll meet you out the front of the church in a few moments.” You said before hanging up the phone. Showtime folks.

You stood, steadying yourself against the big oak tree before slipping your sandals back on one by one. You checked your reflection using the screen of your phone. Dusted the back of your dress down and plastered that well-known smile on your face before heading back over to the church.

As you approached you spotted the two familiar redheads, Natasha’s a deep red which blazed in the sun, whilst Wanda’s was a lighter shade which almost reflected the sun off of it. Also amongst the group of familiar faces were Pietro and Carol from college. Thor one of Steve's colleagues you liked him, his brother Loki who looked like he was about to melt in the sun, and of course the elusive but well renowned Nick Fury.

These weren’t the only familiar faces in the crowd. Sharon was one of the top socialites off New York, Reed Richards and his Wife Susan were in attendance, their two children were also here, Valeria and Franklin you had heard they were part of the wedding party.

Bucky and Sam appeared at the group shortly before you did, allowing you to slip in beside Nat and Thor. On the opposite side of the small circle like shape Wanda stood hanging off her partner Vision’s arms. She of course spotted you right away and broke through the group squealing your name with excitement.

“Y/N Baby, how are you? You look gorgeous in that dress if I may say so myself!” Wanda said pulling you into a hug and then kissing you on the corner of your mouth. Her lips the brushed against yours ever so slightly before she bounded back over to Vision.

Vision hadn’t missed her antics, but he like you had an unspoken agreement that when Wanda was in one of her giddy moods to just roll with it. He brought two fingers up to his head and half saluted/waved in acknowledgement of your presence. You smiled at him back. He was a good guy; it just didn’t help having their relationship shoved down your throat by Wanda every time you two spoke.

After a few minutes of catching up and posing for group shots with Sam and Bucky, everyone made their way inside. Sam and Bucky both shot you a reassuring smile before they headed of the end of the aisle.

“So Babe. Tell me what’s new? Any more saucy rendezvous with Bucky Barnes” Natasha asked as you all sat down on the pews. Somehow your plan to end up in the middle of the small pew did not work and you found yourself on the end of the pew closest to aisle. Oh well at least you were sat next to Natasha who in turn was sat next to Thor and then Nick. Wanda was sat on Separate pew behind you and was the opposite end of her pew. (one less ex to stress about)

“Nat” you hissed. “I told you, that was a one-time thing. Not even Sam knows. So, keep your mouth shut!”, you said rolling your eyes. Natasha was never one to take orders kindly, so she shifted around in her seat to talk to Thor and Nick.

Flashback:

“Sharon and I are engaged” Steve announced to the small group of you who had gathered at Bucky’s apartment. He made this announcement whilst avoiding eye contact with you (because of course he would). Nat and Sam jumped up to congratulate Steve. Bucky sat down next you with a cheerful grin. You felt your heart break, but you would be damned if golden boy wonder got to see that.

“Exciting news, aint it doll, you gonna be my date? I look mighty fine in a suit if you ask me” Bucky drawled. You looked up his ocean blue eyes and how they shined with such affection for you. You smiled at him before grabbing his beer and taking a long gulp. “Certainly is. Oh I don’t know Buck, I might ask Wanda or even Nat to be my date.” You replied shooting him a wink.

Bucky rolled his eyes, this was all part of the course with the pair of you two, he would flirt, you would joke back but never really return the favour.

After the five of you had all settled back down and congratulations had been shared, you checked your phone, half an hour had passed. Sufficient enough time to leave without making it look like you were leaving because of Steve’s announcement. Which of course you were. You grabbed your jacket from the back of your seat. Said your goodbyes to Bucky and Sam. Kissing them both on the cheek, Natasha had excused herself to make a call, so you would text her your apologies for missing her when you got home.

“Congratulations again Steve, I’m happy for you.” You said forcing yourself to sound sincere. The fact you had called him Steve and not Stevie hadn’t been missed by the three gentlemen at the table. Sam and Bucky shifted uncomfortably whilst Steve forced a small smile onto his lips.

You’d only been back in NYC for 3 months, so you were renting Sam’s spare room. You knew he wouldn’t be home for ages yet. No doubt he would stop of at Leila Taylor’s hotel room for the night as she was in town. So, when you heard a knock on the apartment’s front door 2 hours after leaving Bucky’s you were confused. None the less you opened the door. You expected it to be anyone but Steve.

“Steve!?” You tugged your robe around your body tighter. “What’s wrong? Is Sam okay?” You asked opening up the door inviting him in.

Steve shifted, his muscular frame feeling too big for your apartment. Avoiding your eyes he walked into the kitchen he helped himself to a beer he knew you and Sam stocked in the fridge. Steve was here often, especially for a regular Monday night boys night, recently you had been avoiding being in the apartment on a Monday night. Steve let out an exacerbated sigh and pushed one if his hands through his mess of blonde locks. Suddenly the tension between you cracked and Steve's usual happy demeanour clouded over.

“What the fuck is wrong with you Y/N?” Steve asked pointedly. “You’ve practically avoided me since you got back, I know you try and stay out late on Mondays, so you don’t have to face me. I tell you I’m getting married and you practically bolt out the door?!” his tone accusing.

“You left Y/N. You made the decision to go to England. You walked out the door that night” he said. The anger in his eyes and voice made you feel small. Steve had never been like this with you, never in all your years of friendship.

“You couldn’t even pretend to be happy for me Y/N?” Steve asked looking around utterly broken and wrecked. Finally, he lifted his eyes to meet yours. You stood there, tears in your eyes, arms wrapped around your body tight, you were trying to disappear. Where did Steve get off? Yes, you had left, but for Christ’s sake, Steve had practically pushed you out the door.

You felt all your resolve crack away. Fuck this he didn’t get to stand there and make you feel like the bad person. So, without a word. You walked over to Steven Grant Rogers and slapped him. Steve stood there shocked. You felt shame, anger, embarrassment, and most of all hurt, and with that your heart broke completely in half and you ran into your room sobbing.

Steve realised he had fucked up and ran after you, but you were too quick and shut the door on him locking him out. Steve sat outside your door pleading for you to let him apologise. You couldn’t hear him though, the sound of your blood pulsing in your ears and your heartbroken sobs drowning him out. Eventually you must have fallen asleep because when you woke up it was 2am and you were still in your clothes.

The next morning Sam had informed you that when he had returned Steve had been sat outside your bedroom door. He didn’t ask any questions but told you that Steve had asked if you would meet him at the Starbucks down the road for breakfast at 10. He also silently handed you a note.

You had met Steve that morning and accepted his apology, but your friendship would never be the same. Probably not helped by the fact that the night after Steve had announced his engagement, you went back round to Bucky’s with the intention of letting him fuck your brains out

Anticipation was building and you saw Sharon’s snotty family dressed in pastel, her mum made a mad rush along the side of the church pews, trying desperately not to get caught. It looked like one of the bridesmaids had left the bouquet behind. You couldn’t help but smirk. Certain that Sharon would be yelling at said bridesmaid somewhere in a back room. Such a shame how things always happen to the nicest of people you thought.

Natasha had stopped giving you the cold shoulder now and just as you and Thor were winding her up about her latest conquest the organ started playing. A hushed silence fell over the church, and everyone stood. The organ switched to the bridal march, all though to you it sounded like a death march.

Whilst everyone watched Sharon float down the aisle like the pageant queen she truly was. You let your gaze wander over to Steve. God he looked handsome in his tux. The black fabric stretched taught around his muscular frame. His usually deshelled blonde hair slicked back just slightly. You also let your gaze wander over to Bucky and Sam.

You couldn’t help but feel a stab of pride with the way they stood there in their sharp suits. Standing up straight and tall. Bucky’s usually loose long brown hair tied up into a neat man-bun. Sam’s presence could be felt from where you were sat a few pews from the back of the church. He always did know how to command a room. Just as you felt a small smile tug on your lips you flickered your gaze back to Steve. His eyes caught yours and your smile fell, and you felt that familiar ache in your chest once again.

The wedding started and everyone sat down, you fixed your gaze onto Bucky and Sam, not daring to let yourself look at Steve and his blushing bride. Everyone cooed about how beautiful she looked, and how handsome Steve was. Sharon’s family wiped away tears, you had blocked out the majority of what was being said focusing on the click of the cameras from the wedding photographers.

Then began the part you were really dreading. The Vow’s. Steve and Sharon exchanged vow’s nothing personal about them at all just the standard, I Steve rogers blah blah. You couldn’t help but feel your heart tighten a little when he slipped the ring on Sharon’s finger. The next few moments became a bit of a blur. Natasha had her hand on your leg in what was meant to be a comforting gesture.

However, it seemed to spur you on for when the Priest spoke the words: “Speak now, or forever hold your peace” you stood up with shaky hands. Everyone’s eyes turned to you. Oh fuck what were you doing?! You were about to feign a medical emergency when you caught Sam and Bucky smirking out of the corner your eye. Their nods so slight that you almost missed them.

You didn’t need to look at the faces around you to know most of them were horrified, you were certain a few of your friends were putting it on for show, revelling in the drama. However as your eyes caught Steve’s, a look of hope flickered across them.

“Don’t marry her Stevie”, you said your voice barley a whisper. You had never been one for being the centre of attention in big crowds. You could feel yourself getting flustered. “What, the fuck, did she say?” Sharon screeched. Steve didn’t seem to be listening though and his baby blue eyes never left yours.

Taking a deep breath you continued “Don’t marry her. I know this is selfish, but she doesn’t love you, not the way I do” You stepped out into the aisle. No matter the outcome of this sudden outburst you were going to want to make a quick exit. “Fuck Steve, outside of your status, I bet she doesn’t know the first thing about you deep down, not really, not like I do” “You love summer, but not because of your birthday being in July. No, you love how everyone seems to always be happier in the sun. You prefer Winter over spring or fall because you love the way the nights draw in making you feel cosey as you curl up with a book. You’d also never admit it, but you’d take a bullet for Both Sam and Bucky, if it meant they got the chance to be happy. And lastly, you love the smell of sunscreen over anything else, because it reminds you of simpler times at the beach with Bucky when you were both younger” you were rambling now, and you struggled to stop.

Everything stood still, Bucky and Sam were now grinning like idiots. Steve stood at the end of the aisle mouth agape and Sharon was just in full on meltdown mode. Sensing that you may have just made the biggest mistake of your entire life, you went to leave. Something stopped you, the urge to address Sharon.

“He gets stressed every year around the anniversary of when Bucky went missing for 4 days on a hike up a mountain.” You said spinning around to face her.

“He still blames himself even though he was found thanks to Steve. He shuts down, but if you wrap him in a blanket and play old movie’s he’ll start to open back up” the tears in your eyes were falling faster than you could dry them. You were so busy staring at her you didn’t see Steve stalk up the aisle towards you.

“One last” you turned to face Steve again, however you were cut of by the feeling of his warm lips crashing on to yours. His hands cupped your face. “Shut up Y/N” he said pulling away. He grabbed your wrist and took of rushing back up the aisle towards the exit dragging you behind him.

The church erupted into chaos as Sharon screamed for Steve to come back. Many talked about the disrespect and tutted. Bucky and Sam whooped and cheered; a few people clapped in that slow confused sort of way. It was all a blur as Steve moved quicker than he ever had in his entire life. You were still in a daze. You couldn’t quite believe you had interrupted a wedding.

Steve moved off to the side of the church his grip on your wrist tightening as he fumbled in his pocket, it was like he was looking for car keys. Suddenly he remembered where he was. What he was wearing and that he was in a tux and did not in-fact have keys on him. However, the limo he had paid for to bring you and Sam and Bucky to the wedding could be seen just down the lane from the church.

Steve turned to look at you, before shooting you a wink and he took of running, you nearly stumbled over your feet trying to keep up. The driver seemed a bit a taken a back as Steve opened the door and pulled you in behind him. You still couldn’t hear anything as your heart was beating out your chest so loud you were surprised Steve couldn’t hear it.

Steve rambled of an address to the driver of the limo, assuring him that he would still get paid for the unplanned journey. The limo set off and Steve settled into the seats pulling towards him so that you had no choice but to straddle him. Finally, your heart beat slowed enough for you to process everything, and with that you started crying again.

He was yours again, after all this time, after all the heartbreak and angst he had chosen you. You didn’t believe it, which is why you were crying, certain this was a daydream, and you would once again snap out of it and find yourself back in the church.

Steve pressed his head towards yours, pecking gentle kisses on your nose, cheeks, and forehead, as if he seemed to understand what you were thinking. He opened his mouth.

“Baby, I didn't say my vows, So glad you were around, When they said speak now”

[amanda-teaches]

It’s For Charity

Summary: Convincing your best friend, Dean, to participate in a charity date auction you’re running turns out to be the easy part. Watching other women bid on him? That’s the hard part.

Pairing: Photographer!Dean x Reader

Square filled: Photography AU for @spngenrebingo and Date Auction for Charity for @spnfluffbingo

Word Count: 2092

Warnings: Minor swearing, a whole lot of fluff

A/N: Surprise, a fluffy little one shot for y’all! The prompt that inspired this was requested for me to write by @deanwanddamons​ for my 2k Writer + Reader Challenge. If you’re a writer too, there’s still some spots open to join if you’re interested!

Grasping the edge of the curtain, you slowly pushed it aside, peeking out to catch a glimpse of the waiting audience. “Hoo…” you breathed, nerves beginning to flutter in your stomach, making you feel just a little bit nauseous. “That is a lot of people.”

As panic began to rise, you felt a hand on your back, followed by a deep, familiar chuckle that instantly soothed you. “Dean,” you sighed, turning around to see your best friend, his ever-present camera hanging around his neck. “Thank God you made it.”

“Wouldn’t miss it,” he replied with a wink, raising his camera to your line of sight. “Besides, heard you needed a photographer.”

You could practically feel your shoulders sag with relief. “You’re the best.” You threw your arms around his neck and pulled him in close. “Thank you.”

He pulled back and grinned, keeping his hands on your waist. “No problem. So, a lot of people, huh? That’s great.” You made a face, and he raised his eyebrows. “That is great, right? More people equals more money for the charity.”

“Yes…” you admitted begrudgingly, “but, since I’m the one who has to go out there and start the date auction in front of all those people…”

“Hey,” he said, his hands tightening around your waist. “You’re gonna do awesome. You’re gonna go out there, knock their socks off, auction off a bunch of poor innocent saps, and raise a hell of a lot of money for charity. You got that, sunshine?”

You smiled at the nickname that never failed to cheer you up. “Got it,” you shot back, as he laughed and pulled you into another hug.

“And, you’d better believe, as much as you may try to forget, I’m gonna take enough pictures of you up on that stage that you’re gonna be remembering this night for a long, long time.”

“Oh, God,” you moaned, rolling your eyes as you pushed him away with a smile. He reached his hand back out towards yours, but your assistant, Jessica, came rushing up between you.

“Y/N, we have a problem!”

You raised your eyebrows playfully at Dean. Jessica’s dramatics were a long-running joke between the two of you. “What is it now, Jess?”

“We’re one guy short.”

Your smile fell as her news sank in. “What?!”

“One of the guys dropped out. He’s not coming.”

You shook your head and began to pace back and forth. “Oh, no, no, no…”

Dean glanced back and forth between the two of you. “Wait, I don’t get it. What’s the big deal about a guy dropping out?”

You continued to pace, wringing your hands together. “The agreement we made with the venue was that if we auctioned off at least 10 people, they’d waive the rental fee. If we don’t hold up our end of the bargain, they’ll lose money, which they’ll end up charging us...”

“Which will take money from the charity,” Dean finished. “Damnit, Y/N, I’m sorry.”

You turned to him, your eyes widening with excitement as an idea flitted through your brain. “Wait! You could do it!”

A look of pure fear crossed Dean’s face. “No,” he said, swiftly backing up, as if some distance would protect him. “Nuh uh, Y/N, nope.”

You ran up to him and grabbed his hands, looking up at him with pleading eyes. “Come on, Dean, please?! I need you!” 

He shook his head, his expression adamant. “No way, not gonna happen. You know I don’t do blind dates, Y/N, especially from charity auctions! Who knows what crazy will bid on me.”

You pursed your lips, your voice growing serious, as if you were a superhero trying to inspire a crowd of thousands. “Dean, the charity needs you. Think of the kids.”

He groaned, exhaling his frustration with a defeated sigh. “Shit, sunshine, you’re really pulling all the punches now, aren’t you?”

You didn’t say a word, just smiled up at him sweetly until he finally nodded. “Fine, fine, I’ll do it!”

“Yay!” you yelled, throwing your arms around him. “I love you. You really saved my ass.”

“And, don’t you forget it!” he bellowed back at you as Jess grabbed his elbow, forcibly dragging him back to where the other men were gathered. Once he was out of sight, you took a deep breath, centering yourself, and moved once again towards the curtain, taking your place for your intro.

You ended up breezing through it, the focus of your mission chasing away your earlier nerves. You were so distracted, running around trying to manage everything, you barely even registered the rest of the auction until it was almost over.

Staring down at your iPad to get an update on the money raised so far, you were wandering out onto the main floor, just off the stage, when you heard the announcer call out the last contestant. “Now, ladies and gentleman, we’ve saved the best for last! This eligible bachelor was born and raised right here in Lawrence. He’s a renowned photographer who loves sunsets, long walks on the beach, and frisky women. Please welcome, Deannnnn Winchesterrrrrr!”

You lowered your iPad, laughing as you turned towards the stage and the noise. Of course, he’d given them that for his bio. What a dork.

You watched as he walked out onto the stage, strutting his stuff with unparalleled confidence. Laughing uncontrollably, you stared as he turned around, posing with his hands on his hips to the sounds of cat calls and cheering. He may not have wanted to do this, but you had to admit, he was giving it his all. It was pretty impressive to watch.

The cheering didn’t abate, forcing the announcer to start the bidding in the midst of the noise. It started off at the normal $25, but it quickly escalated, growing to over $100 in a matter of seconds from a wide range of interested women.

As you realized what was happening, your eyes shifted to the crowd, watching the bidding war. It was an all out war for Dean, but there was one woman in particular who seemed particularly motivated. She was tall and thin, her outfit doing little to keep her boobs from practically spilling out. You hated her already, and, unfortunately, she was outbidding all the others each and every time.

Your gaze moved back to Dean, who, instead of looking proud over his bidding war, looked incredibly baffled and a bit uncomfortable. You felt a wave of...something wash over you, and you knew you couldn’t let another girl win him. The bidding was up to $350, but you shouted out a higher bid, surprising even yourself. “500 dollars!”

Dean whipped his head around to you, his eyebrows raising with a surprised grin, but you kept your eyes on Miss Cleavage, silently challenging her. She glared at you, but sat back down, as you heard the announcer shout, “Going once, going twice, SOLD for $500 to the lovely young woman by the stage.”

You let out a sigh of relief, your eyes finally connecting with Dean’s, who was staring back at you with amused bewilderment, and, it was only then that you realized the full weight of what you’d just done.

You’d just bought Dean Winchester.

“So $500, huh?”

You tried to ignore the smug look on Dean’s face as he helped you gather up the left behind trash on the banquet room floor, holding out a trash bag for you to throw some confetti in. “Don’t get a big head,” you groaned, giving him a quick glare. “I was just trying to save you from the crazy you didn’t want, remember?”

“Mhmm,” he muttered, still smiling suggestively. He squatted down to meet you at eye level, stealing your gaze away from the dustpan you were holding. “Either way, sunshine, you still spent $500 on me. You know that technically makes this a date, right?”

As you looked into his eyes, all your nervous butterflies came rushing back, and you swallowed, clearing your throat and standing up. “Yeah,” you laughed off, moving away from him. “A real hot date we’re having here, cleaning up trash.”

You thought if you played it off, he’d drop it, but he just grinned wider, his eyes sparkling as he stood back up, following you. “Now, I wouldn’t be worth $500 if I let you clean up trash the whole date, now would I?”

You sighed, turning towards him. “Dean, seriously, you don’t have to…” Your voice trailed off once you noticed he was holding his camera up. “Wait, what’re you doing?”

He took the trash bag out of your hands and placed it on the ground before gripping your shoulders, guiding you gently towards the stage. “I’m pretty sure I promised you some pictures on that stage.”

“Dean! That was when I was giving my speech.” You slowed your steps, playfully resisting his nudging, but he kept walking, making a small smile find its way to your face.

“Yeah, but as you may recall, I was a little busy being drafted into service when you were giving your speech.” He moved you up the steps, onto the middle of the stage, turning you around so you were facing out towards where the audience had been. “Work with me here, sunshine.”

“Okay, okay,” you chuckled, posing for Dean as he ran down the steps and raised his camera, snapping a few quick shots. With his eye still to the camera lens, he raised a finger, signalling you to turn around, and you complied, laughing and shaking your head as you spun.

“Good, perfect,” he exclaimed, beaming at you from behind the camera. He lowered it and looked at the viewscreen, his grin widening. He quickly bounded up the steps, taking them two at a time until he reached you. He held the camera out, showing you the pictures. “See? Gorgeous.”

You smiled, looking at the picture, but, once you looked up into Dean’s eyes, your smile faded, a sharp intake of breath replacing it. His look was electrifying, filled with fire, and it made your heart quicken in response.

Dean stared at you silently for a moment, biting his lip, his gaze dropping ever so slightly to your mouth before rising slowly back up to your eyes. “Y/N, I need to know. Why did you really bid on me?”

You swallowed, breathing in deeply, a shiver coursing through you. “The truth?”

“Have we ever lied to each other?”

“No,” you admitted reluctantly. You sighed again, knowing you had to come clean. “When I saw all those girls bidding on you, I don’t know, something just came over me. I didn’t want any of them to win.”

He smirked softly, his amusement growing. “Why, Y/N Y/L/N, were you jealous?”

“Jealous? Me? No,” you scoffed, but then you remembered you could never lie to Dean. “Okay, maybe a little, but those girls were nowhere near good enough for you!”

He turned to face you head on, his eyes filling with a yearning you’d never seen before, but one you’d prayed for every night. “Then, who is?”

“Me, okay!” you yelled, finally admitting what had long stayed hidden in your heart. “Me. That’s why I bid on you, Dean, because I’m the one that’s good enough for you, I’m right for you. And, I know we’re just friends, and I’m so stupid to make the mistake of falling in love with my best friend, but I want you, Dean. Maybe I’m an idiot, maybe I’m imagining things, but I don’t care. I can’t stand the thought of you being with anyone else, as selfish as that sounds, so when I saw it happening right in front of me…”

Suddenly, his lips slammed into yours, stopping your rant mid-breath, and it felt like you were flying. You moaned, melting into him, and his arms wrapped around you, his body fitting perfectly against yours. It was then and there that you decided you never wanted him to let go. In fact, you were pretty sure this is what heaven must feel like.

When your lips parted, both of you were breathing heavily, Dean’s forehead resting against yours. “Damn, sunshine.”

You panted softly, your hands slowly finding their way to his chest. “So, I’m not imagining things?”

He shook his head, the movement minimal while his forehead still touched yours. “I want you, Y/N, no one else.” He pulled back, looking into your eyes with an overjoyed smile. “It’s always been you, sunshine.”

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Aastha

Part 3 of 4

Summary: After an unimaginable loss, you discover your powers and become even more cemented in your faith. Sam experiences a similar loss and struggles with it. When you meet, how will your lives change?

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Indian!Superhero!Reader

Words: 1,922

A/N: This is for @bucky-smiles 2K Bollywood Writing Challenge! My prompt was Jab Tak Hai Jaan. The thing that stood out most to me was both of the protagonists’ struggles and/or commitments to faith, so that’s what I drew on for this fic. Although I know that Sam is an orphan in the comics, having lost both his parents to violence, I had him be raised by his mother, so she’s still alive here.

Beta’d by: The lovely @bucky-smiles herself. I wanted to make sure I did the culture and religion justice, so thank you! Also beta’d by another Indian lovely @emilyshurley​, who also made the above aesthetic for me. Thank you both for working with me. It meant a lot for me to get the culture and religion right because representation fucking matters, so your help was invaluable to me. <3

A relationship, or gasp!, love had never really been in the plans, until that morning at the Washington monument, bonding with a man named Sam Wilson about the infuriating whirlwind that was the 30-minute, 13-mile Steve Rogers. “He’s insufferable, right?” You asked, breaths heavy yet steady at your pace.

“Unbearable,” he laughed, letting go of the competition with Steve to hang back with you. “You’re Agni, right? New Avenger?”

“Been with them for about two years now, so not new. But newer. And the name’s Y/N. And despite the “A” it’s pronounced ‘ugh-nee. It’s the Sanskrit word for fire.” He smiled; impressed.

You’d never felt the need to hide your story – how you became who you were - but what Sam said next took you aback. “Sorry about your mom.”

“Thanks,” you replied, smiling fondly at the memory of her perfectly imperfect smile and shining brown eyes. “I can’t say for sure why I made it out and she didn’t. All I know is what I believe. I plan to do right by her memory.”

“That’s really admirable,” he said genuinely. “I lost someone too, and I think it broke my faith. I admire anyone who can keep it.”

“I have to,” you replied. “My faith grounds me.”

----

It was your distinct differences in regards to loss and faith that drew you closer. Sam was consistently inspired by your ability to hold onto something so intangible as faith when you’d lost so much. After every mission, you all needed to decompress, and you decompressed in your own unique ways, but time and time again, the two of you spent your time together, watching bad movies, eating popcorn, playing pool – or more accurately kicking Sam’s ass at pool – but hey.

Though he’d lost his faith in God, you’d encouraged him not to lose faith all together, instead channeling that belief into something tangible. “What do you mean?”

“Well, faith is a shaky thing for some people. Because you can’t see it. What can you see? What can you see that you believe in?”

“This team. People. I believe in people.”

“Then that’s where your faith lies. You still have it; it’s just changed course.”

“How are you so wise?” He asked with a laugh.

“Just gifted, I suppose.” Leaning over, you kissed the underside of his chin. Somehow, through all this, you’d just found each other. There’d never been any official discussion of what you were to each other – you just knew. He was your best friend and confidant; the man you loved. Another blessing you were sure. There was no animosity between you and anyone else on the team; you got along with everyone, but you found solace in Sam, and he in you.

No one questioned it either. Not even Tony. Though he poked fun every now and then, which you would of course return, because he had Pepper. After a week without any action, you were almost starting to feel left out, until you, Sam, Nat and Steve were called on a mission.

At the rendezvous point, Fury briefed you on your mission. “Pieter Sidorov,” he said, looking straight toward Natasha. “You know him, right?”

“The Russian scientist and mass murderer? Yea, I’m familiar with his work. Rescue mission?”

“Extraction. We still don’t like the guy. He’s still a grade-A asshole. But after the fall of Hydra here, everyone left that’s loyal has gone into hiding. And Sidorov is aiding what’s left of Hydra within KGB airspace. I need the four of you to get him and bring him back. We need him alive.”

The four of you nodded simultaneously, your mission clear. With the help of a few still-trusted SHIELD pilots, you made your way into former KGB airspace. “Okay, what’s the game plan?” Sam asked, already outfitted in the new and improved EXO suit; Tony had made a few adjustments in the likely case one or both of the wings were damaged, so hopefully he would never be down for the count again. “Who the hell is this guy?”

“Pieter Sidorov is a fucking genius. When you have that kind of intelligence, you go one of two ways, good guy or the worst guy. Guess which Sidorov is?” Nat started. “Anyway, he has no superpowers himself. It’s his suit. He developed a suit that allows him to suck the powers, and essentially life, from other super-powered people.”

“What can he do?” You asked. “He’s just any regular guy without the suit, but with? What do we have to look forward to?”

Natasha raised an eyebrow, rattling off the list of abilities the suit imbued him with – telekinesis and telepathy. “With, obviously, the added bonus of sucking whatever powers you and Steve have,” she said, tilting her chin toward you. “So if he’s got the suit, don’t get caught.”

“Thanks, Nat,” you laughed. “We go in teams of two, yea?”

Tony and Steve were your de facto leaders, so you all looked to Steve for your assignments. “Yea. Nat and I will infiltrate the right side, you and Sam go left. Nat will hack us into the system and shoot the map of the inside of the helicarrier to your watches. You might think we need the suit too, but we don’t. It’s programmed to work with his DNA. Without him the suit is useless. We take everyone out in our way and grab Sidorov, unharmed, and bring him back to Fury. From there –“ He hesitated. “From there, I don’t want to know what Fury’s gonna do with him.”

You trusted Fury, but he was definitely a scary man. “Me either.”

“All of us will leave the way Nat and I went in. Sam, make sure your wings are operational. The rest of us, make sure our parachutes are ready to go. As soon as the pilots make the drop off, they’re out. When we hit the ground, Nat has a way out.”

“What way?” Sam asked. “Car, bus, train?” She didn’t answer, her face showing no indication of releasing her secret. “Secret underground base?”

When she raised her eyebrow, you and Sam exclaimed at the same time. “Shut the fuck up.”

Smiling, Steve ensured that everyone had their orders. “Alright,” he said, turning toward you and Sam as the pilot pulled into the hellicarrier’s airspace. “See you two on the other side. Be careful.”

“You too, Cap,” you said quietly.

After Steve and Nat jumped onto the roof of the carrier and made their way inside, the pilots swung around the left, letting you and Sam out before speeding away under the cloak of night. “Back me up,” you said softly.

“Always.” Your back was to him but he spoke with a smile. “Ten o’clock.” Sam hid in the shadows as a man, presumably a guard, approached. Your size, and apparently boobs, always made men underestimate you, leaving you the perfect opportunity to slip them into a chokehold and wait until they passed out.

The moment the guard fell to the floor, Sam emerged from the dark hallway. “Have I told you how sexy that is?” He asked.

“Not now, Sam,” you laughed. “But yes. And please tell me more when we get the fuck out of here.”

Within a minute of knocking the guard out, Nat had uploaded the map to your watches. Unfortunately, it also alerted the entire crew on board to your presence. You figured that would happen. “Alright, stay at the ready,” Sam spoke. “How many people on this helicarrier?”

“About 500.”

“Fuckin wonderful.”

Quickly, you glanced down at the map on your watch, charting the quickest and easiest way to where they were keeping Sidorov. “Right in the middle. Great. They’re coming after us either way. Wanna stealth it or make an entrance?” You asked.

“Baby, do you even have to ask?” Sam laughed.

“Entrance it is.” As you charged forward, Sam followed your lead, handling any stragglers that happened to make it beyond your wall of fire. Those that didn’t run scared, fell victim to your wrath, dissolving into piles of ash snaking through the grates at your feet.

From the opposite end of the vessel, you heard the cacophony of screaming voices. Of course, Steve and Nat were holding their own just fine.

A nearly 300-pound, 6 foot tall Russian made his way past you. Big dude, but agile as hell. He’d assumed you were the strength out of you and Sam, disregarding him to try and take you out. But that was his mistake. As the man put you in a chokehold, Sam pulled out a knife, dropping down and slicing both of his Achilles before spin-kicking him in the face and over the railing. “Thanks, babe.”

“No problem. Let’s go. I want outta here.”

Your well-oiled machine moved swiftly through the maze-like hallways. You’d have a few cuts and bruises, but since joining the Avengers, that was pretty much Tuesday. As you approached the room where Sidorov was being kept, you made your silent prayers for the successful completion of this mission. You’d always prayed beforehand, in one way or another, but in the thick of it, you couldn’t help but offer up a few more silent prayers.

Melting the metal doors before you, Sam barreled past you and grabbed Sidorov, before running straight into Nat and Steve. Sidorov’s eyes sparked with a hint of recognition. “Natasha?”

“Aww, so sweet, you remember. You’re coming with us.”

Steve took the front lines of your escape route, using his shield to push over everyone in his way, while Nat and Sam handled the scientist and you kept an eye on your six. “You ready to jump?” You yelled, wind whipping your skin as Nat opened the door they’d entered. She pushed Sidorov out, sans parachute, and was followed quickly by Steve, leaving you and Sam to bring up the rear.

“Go!” Sam screamed.

Despite having jumped out of planes with the team before, it never got any easier. As you sailed through the air, you chanced a glance back and breathed a sigh of relief when you saw Sam jump too, only to watch a hook pierce the middle of his wings, ripping them off, and knocking him off balance. He spiraled in mid-air; you screamed into the wind, unable to do anything else but pray Tony’s upgrades kicked in.

Turning your attention toward the rapidly-increasing ground below, you waited for the right moment to deploy your parachute. When you ripped the cord, the parachute deployed, but apparently during your scuffle with the Russian guards, one of them had managed to slash it.

“Fuck!” Your heart raced as the ground approached, bracing for impact.

----

Sam panicked for a moment before his backup wings exploded out of the back of the EXO, giving him control once again. When he looked down, he saw his worst nightmare. “Not again. God, not again.” Y/N was fast approaching the earth with a slit parachute; she had a healing factor sure, but there would be nothing to heal if she pancaked into the pavement.

He retracted his wings and sped toward the ground, his hand stretched out in an attempt to grab her, the parachute, anything that might soften the fall. “Please God, don’t do this to me.”

Within a few hundred feet of the ground, he managed to grab her, only to have the chute make him lose his grip. For the second time in his life, Sam watched as someone he loved fell toward the unforgiving earth.