#just sitting and scrolling through pinterest and some part of me will go 'just bruise your face n crack your skull open right fucking now'

[pompompompeii]

google show results for how to smash my head against the wall without making any noise or sound because noises are far too scary

[zi-i-think]

Centerpieces

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!reader

Rating: SFW

Word Count: 1,500+

Warnings: Angst, Like one curse word

Request?: Yes @vxidsti1es​

Prompt: Angst

4. Y/n or character sacrificing themselves for the cause

5. “If one of us doesn’t make it-“ “Don’t say that.”

          The fate of the world rested on the shoulders of some of the galaxy's most capable heroes. 

          Five years ago, when half of the universe disappeared, everyone was left wondering “now what”. Everyone was left with a pit in their stomach that was so deep one might wonder if it would reach the entrance to hell.

         But when Scott Lang came back, with an outlandish idea to time travel, there was a spark of that hope people lost so long ago.

         It was risky and in all honesty, terrifying to everyone involved. No matter how heroic or brave or experienced, no one was spared the intrusive thoughts of “what if.”

         And now, the big mission was just a few hours away.

         Steve Rogers, America’s golden boy and the one everyone looks to for inspiration, stared at himself in the bathroom mirror. His hands were pressed on the sink as he leaned on it. He examined the scars on his chest and the recent bruises from a training session. 

         On the surface, his expression was unreadable. Stoic. But the pressure he felt pressing into him was building up and his mind just kept going back to tomorrow. He’d lost so much and couldn’t bear losing any more.

         “Hey, honey can you help me pick out some centerpieces ?” Steve heard from his shared room with his girlfriend. The woman he’s loved for years now and was now intending to marry.

         The man stepped out of the bathroom, seeing his fiancé focused on her laptop. Even when she was just sitting cross-crossed and hunched over on the bed, Steve couldn’t help but admire his darling y/n. The way her hair looked so effortlessly perfect and the way she seemed to glow in the low-lighted room.

         Steve’s lipped curved up slightly in a smile as he approached her and sank into the bed next to her, looking at the selections of vased flowers and candles she had picked out.

         “Don’t you think we should go to bed?” He asked, wrapping his arm around his lover’s shoulder and placing a firm kiss on her cheek. “We have a long day tomorrow.”

         “Yeah, I know. I just wanted to get a few things done. We’re already so behind on wedding arrangements and my mom is on my ass about choosing a centerpiece and…” She paused. Licking her lips and running her hand through her hair, y/n sighed heavily. “I just needed to distract myself from tomorrow.”

         With her confession, Steve just hummed in understanding. Noticing that she had now stopped scrolling through her Pinterest board, he leaned forward and closed the laptop. Y/n made no protest and instead just leaned back into his chest as Steve in turn leaned back to rest on the bed’s headboard.

         The two sat in silence, enjoying each other’s company. And y/n could just melt in his touch. The way he rubbed his thumb on the curve on her shoulder filled them with comfort.

         “What time is it?” Y/n asked quietly. Like if she were to speak any louder, she’d disturb the comforting silence.

         “Almost eleven.” He answered just as quietly. “You wanna go to sleep?”

         “Not yet.” With a soft exhale, y/n snuggled closer to Steve. Just feeling his warm arms around her waist and listening to his rhythmic heartbeat.

         “Y/n, listen,” Steve started, with a somber tone. “If one of us doesn’t make it-“

         “Don’t say that.” Y/n interrupted. She didn’t want to think about what might happen if one of them were gone. If he were gone.

         Here laid the man that she loved so dearly. Who showed her what it meant to be truly seen. He encouraged her in everything, helped her become stronger. Loved her like no man has ever been able to.

         To even consider the possibility broke their heart.

         Steve considered pressing on with his original statement. But then y/n craned their neck to look at him. Her eyes staring right at him. She already knew what he had to say anyway. 

         “Do you still want to choose a centerpiece tonight?” He instead asked.

         Y/n shook their head. “No. We can do that after we bring everyone back.”

         “‘Kay.”

         Steve leaned down, placing a soft and short kiss on her lips. 

         Y/n fell asleep first. Steve just held her in his arms for a little while longer. Taking in every part of her until he too, fell asleep.

         When everyone was planning on bringing the stone back to the present from the past, what no one expected was that Thanos would be able to also come to the present.

         And now, in the midst of the battle, with aching muscles and cuts that stung, all y/n could think about was keeping the people close to her safe. Specifically, Steve.

         “No!” She screamed in worry when the Titan slammed her fiancé to the ground.

         Scamming to her feet, her heart pulled her towards her love, but she stopped herself from going too far. Thanos had thrown Carol to the side, leaving the gauntlet all to him. 

         Y/n was too far to stop him from putting it on, but she ran at him. Just before he could snap his fingers, y/n jumped in, grabbing his hand and holding it open. 

         Thanks looked at her with surprise, his eyebrows tightly furrowed together and a grimace on his lips. And while y/n was focusing and of her super strength on holding his hand open, she also looked up at him with a determined glare.

         Her hand righted around the gauntlet, keeping him from snapping, and jumped up, preparing for a fierce punch.

         And for just a moment, it seemed like she’d get a firm hit. Maybe knock him down. But with Thanos, it was never going to be that simple. Y/n gasped when she realized that he reached for the power stone, yanking it off the gauntlet and clenching it tightly in his fist. The purple glow shined through the cracks of his fist and he swung back before throwing a punch.

         The impact threw y/n back. And she hit the ground with a rough thud. There was a high-pitched ringing in her ears and for a moment, she was sure she had forgotten how to breathe. But not only that, there was something else wrong. A sharp feeling somewhere in her chest, making her breathe heavily and groaning in pain.

         “Oh no.” She said heavily as she began to think of the different things that could mean. The lack of oxygen she felt she was getting. The sudden fatigue. The… the warm liquid that she was coughing up. Y/n wiped the corner of her mouth with a shaky hand.

         Blood.

         “Y/n?” She looked to her side, seeing Steve approaching her slowly with heavy steps. His blue eyes scanned the still state she was in and he sprinted the few feet towards her. “Y/n!” He then shouted.

         Things were beginning to blur together for y/n. Her vision, her hearing was starting to go in and out. And the next thing she knew, Steve was picking her off the ground, holding her up with one arm and the other wiping the blood from her mouth.

         “No.” He said under his breath in distress.

         “Steve…”

         “Let’s get you to the hospital. You’re going to be fine. Okay?” He insisted, however, it felt more like he was reassuring himself more than her.

         “Steve.” She said again before coughing again. The blonde man froze, terrified that he would hurt her more. “Honey, my rib. I- I think it broke and punctured my rib.” She coughed again, more blood spewing out from her mouth. “It’s bad, Steve.”

         “But, we can fix, you. We have access to the best scientists and doctor, you’re gonna be-”

         “You’re in denial.” Y/n croaked out. A thick silence filled the air. Tears began to fill Steve’s eyes and he looked down at the woman he loves. Y/n reached up, unclasping the man’s helmet and slipping it off before letting it fall to the ground.

         “You can’t be... This isn’t...” He tried to formulate some sentence, something to say. But he wasn’t thinking about sentences or last words. He was just thinking about Y/n and how she was slipping away from him.

         The woman’s hand reached up, caressing Steve’s cheek with whatever energy she had left. He placed his hand over her’s kissing her wrist softly.

         “I love you.” She whispered.

         Steve nodded in response, choking on his words. “I love you more.” He whispered back.

         Y/n smiled lightly, the blood continuing to fill her body in the wrong places. Until finally, it became too much. 

Steve felt her hand go limp as he still held it. And then he saw her smile fade and her eyes become dull.

         “No.” His voice cracked and Steve broke down into tears. His head relaxed and he brought her limp body up to cradle it. “We didn’t even get to pick out the centerpieces.”