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Girls Like You

Hey everyone. This was written for @kaunis-sielu‘s Music challenge! My song was Girls Like You by Maroon 5 (I requested it from my personal blog, @a-heart-adorned). Sorry it’s so late lovely, I’ve had a lot going on. This is actually the third version. The first I scrapped. The second is 14,932 words and I felt weird doing a multi chapter for this (but I might post that later since it is complete). And here is this one. Hope you all enjoy!

Marvel- Captain America

Reader insert- Steve Rogers x Reader

Word count: 2,035

Sitting back on the couch you press play on your move and settle in with the big bowl of fresh popcorn. It was going to be just you tonight, so you broke out your most comfortable pair of sweat pants and a baggy tee. The movie was about ten minutes in when there was a knock at your door. You paused the movie to listen and sure enough there was another knock.

You couldn’t help but feel a little leery because everyone you were close to who would know where to come to find you was busy tonight. Glancing at your room you make a quick stop in there to retrieve the hand gun a friend had given you and trained you with in case anything happened.

Moving to the door you positioned yourself, gun held at the ready. You jumped as another knock came. “Hello? Who is it?” You question, cocking the gun.

“Hey, it’s me. Sorry to surprise you.”

You know that voice and instantly un-arm the gun. Swinging the door open you look out. “Steve? What’s up? I thought you were on a date tonight…”

He takes you in with a bit of shock that slowly spreads to a grin. “Nice to see you putting Bucky’s gift to good use. Think I was a bad guy?”

You shrug. “No idea. I just knew all of you were busy tonight, Avengers stuff or personal stuff, and no one else should have been swinging by.” You move into your apartment and gesture for him to follow. “Come on in.”

“Well good thinking, about the gun. But next time, even if you recognize the voice, it’s probably a good idea to keep the gun ready and set before you answer.” He closes the door behind him and follows you towards the couch. “Just in case the real guys know how to use us against you.”

“Point taken.” You fold your legs under yourself as you sit, inviting him to join you. “So, again, what brings you by?”

He huffs as he sits next to you, taking some popcorn out of your bowl and eating it before responding. “Sharon and I broke up.”

“What?”

He nodded and ate a little more. “I showed up to pick her up and she wasn’t ready. She said we needed to talk.”

“Oh, that’s never good.”

“Yeah. Basically, she said we needed to be fair to both of us and that my heart wasn’t in it…” He glances at you quickly then looks away, “And some other stuff, too. But yeah. We’re done.”

“Steve I’m sorry…” Patting his shoulder you stand and hand him the popcorn. “This calls for more than popcorn, however. I’ll be right back. Want me to start the movie over?”

That is how you end up spending the evening, watching a movie, eating ice-cream straight from the pint, and emotionally supporting Steve Rogers, the Captain America, and your best friend. By the end of the movie he ends up with his head in your lap as you play with his hair. You two had always been comfortable with each other, something you know had bothered your romantic partners in the past and something you feel might have affect Steve’s as well. Since the day he walked into the coffee shop that you used to work at though the two of you had just clicked.

As the credits start to roll Steve sits up. “Well, I guess it’s getting late and I should go.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Steven. We are going to put on another movie and relax here. You just went through a break up and I intend to fully support you through it.”

“Honestly. Y/n, I’m not even that upset over it. I mean… Sharon was right. My heart wasn’t in it.”

“Still, you invested time and energy there. It is okay to mourn the loss of that. Plus, I like spending time with you, and it isn’t even that late, old man.”

He laughs and consents and the two of you have a pleasant evening in.

You’re surprised that he actually does take the breakup really well. Over the next few days you spend as much time with him as possible to try and be there fore him. It’s easy considering now you work at the Avengers tower, Tony had liked you and offered you a job, but still. Steve doesn’t really appear phased. In fact, he seems more himself and happy than before. You never though Sharon was bad for him, maybe a bit boring, but you start to think maybe this was for the best.

A few days late the two of you pick up lunch from one of the team’s favorite cafés. Steve does most of the work carrying almost all of the bags as you walk along. You label each team mate’s favorite meal and get them in the fridge for when they get back from their missions, training, and other work. Steve and you sit down to enjoy the specialty sandwiches you picked.

After a laps on conversation Steve gets a thoughtful look on his face before addressing you. “Y/n, why haven’t you dated anyone since you broke up with Colin last year?”

You almost inhale the bite of sandwich in your mouth and start coughing on it. “Wh- What?” You manage to choke out.

“Oh God. I’m sorry, you okay?” After you nod in the affirmative and down some water to stop the coughing he goes on. “Sorry, it’s just something I notice and… I wondered. Pretty, sweet girl like you… There has to be others interested. Sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.”

Watching him as he blushes and looks down at his food you wonder. Was Colin right when he told you it was over because you were in love with Steve? “No, it’s alright. I guess it’s just that… the right one isn’t interested.”

Steve furrows his brow for a moment then nods. “Well then, he’s an idiot.”

Blushing you chuckle. “I guess… Are you interested in dating someone else after Sharon?”

He gawks at you slightly. “Oh! No… I…” He pauses for a moment as Tony walks in and the others start to join you. “Just no.” He finishes.

“Alright…” You change the subject when Peter Parker plops down one side of you, thanking you for lunch, and Loki on the other. Bucky joins Steve and soon your surrounded.

This conversation doesn’t come up again and you chalk it up to Steve trying to process his breakup.

A few months later you are hanging out with Steve in the team’s Livingroom watching a movie Steve had never seen before. The team and just returned from a pretty large mission and most had decided to just turn in for the night. Buck and Tony were up, one working out and one improving his tech, but other than that the two of you were alone. Steve said he had wanted the distraction to help get out of his head and had picked an easy movie. Aladdin.

Somewhere near the middle you move over closer to Steve to get warm. The heat of summer was fading, and it could get down right chilly fast, even in the tower.

Steve gives you a half grin after he looks at you from the corner of his eye and holds up his arm, gesturing you to move in close. After he puts his arm around your shoulder and pulls you in you start to adjust and snuggle into his side. The grimace that crosses his face doesn’t go unnoticed, nor does the way his side tenses up.

“Steve, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing Doll. Let’s just watch the movie.”

You pause it. “Steve.”

He just looks at you, trying to feign innocence.

“You promised.” Sighing you move to sit on the table in front of him. “Take off your shirt.”

He blushes a brilliant red before stammering. “Really I’m okay. It’s nothing.”

“Steven Grant Rogers, take off your shirt now, before I have to come over there and do it for you.”

The color drains a little from his face but his ears are still flaming red as he looks at you for a moment, mouth slightly parted and a million things flashing behind his eyes. Finally he swallows and nods. He sighs and looks away as he pulls it up enough to show you the gash on his side. It wrapped around from his back, just below his shoulder blade, down and around to the front above his hip bone. Several bruises surrounded it.

“Shit, Steve. You promised you were alright.”

“I am. It’s already way better. I’m a Super Solider, remember? I heal fast.”

“Still, did Banner or Strange look at this?”

“Both.”

“And?”

“They cleaned it up. Said to clean it again sometime to night and maybe put some dressings on it before bed and I should be pretty good by morning.”

Shaking your head, you get up to go get the first aid kit.

“What are you doing?” He asks as you sit back down next to him.

Slowly pushing his arm out of the way and making him lean forward a little you respond. “What does it look like? I’m cleaning and dressing this.”

“Y/n…” He stats to protest.

“Stop. Now behave.”

With a sigh he complies and pulls his shirt off. Somehow you forgot that cleaning this wound would get you up close and personable with Steve’s exposed torso and you have to fight to keep your cool. Holy hell, he’s beautiful. It takes 20 minutes to clean it up well and make sure all of it is well covered.

Steve pulls his shirt back on when you are done and turns to you. “Thank you, Doll. I appreciate the help.”

Nodding and trying not to blush you rush to stand and put the kit away. Unlucky for you, when you rush you tend to get a little clumsy, which Steve knows well as he often has to save you from yourself, and right now is no exception. You trip first over your own foot and then over Steve’s. He’s so fast, as always, and moves to break your fall. That is how you end up sitting in his lap, side against his chest, one arm around his neck and his around your waist.

“Hey you.” He smiles down at you and your face heats with a blush. Damn it.

“He- Hey.” You can’t take your eyes of his. “Thank you.” You whisper, not moving an inch.

Steve stares at you a bit, eyes moving over to take you in. Slowly shaking his head he sighs. “God, I’m the idiot, aren’t I?”

It takes you a moment to realize what he is talking about, and when you do you can barely get out one word. “Yeah.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.” He gives you a cheeky grin. “Truth is… I always was interested. I didn’t know how to tell you without screwing this up.”

You blink up at him for a moment and then suddenly his lips are on yours. It only takes a moment for you to respond by tightening your arms around him and kissing him back. Steve moves one hand to the back of your neck, entwining his fingers into your hair. His kiss is easy and slow, passionate and reverent all at once. As his hand moves slowly along your side you moan softly, and he swallows it hungrily and grips your hip.

You almost jump out of your skin and the two of you pull apart when someone clears their throat. Both of you find Bucky and Tony standing at the top of the few steps going up into the kitchen. They are both smirking at you and Bucky shapes his head a bit.

“That’s disgusting. I think I lost my appetite.” Tony says with a grin that lets you know he actually was over the moon. “And Banner owes me ten bucks.”

Bucky is still shaking his head and chuckles, “About damn time, punks.”

You shake you head and lean against Steve’s chest, embraced and overjoyed all at once.

“Yeah,” Steve says as he kisses the top of your head. “About time.”

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The Best Day Off- Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 713

Summary: Here's my admission for @kaunis-sielu Musical Marvel Challenge. My song was Yeah Boy- Kelsea Ballerni. This is what came about after listening to the song!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: None.

Author's Note: I'm sorry this is so late! Life has been super hectic. I'm hoping to get back to writing more frequently. Hope you guys enjoy!

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Off days for the Avengers was a rarity; and when they came, you took full advantage of them. So that's how you found yourself in your comfiest pyjamas, in the living room with your favorite book. You had been sat there, reading all morning before everyone else got up. Now that the room was full of chatter, you were finding it increasingly harder to concentrate. Against your will, your eyes kept wandering across the room and landing on the very attractive James Buchanan Barnes.

    He was sat with Steve, chatting about God knows what, and holy shit did he look good. It’s not often that Bucky isn’t wearing his stealth suit or work out clothes, but here he was in a ball cap and blue jeans. That’s your favorite look on him.

    “You’re staring again.” Nat whispered in your ear, causing you to jump and slip off the edge of the couch. Embarrassment flooded your veins and caused your cheeks to flame red as you turned to glare at the smirking redhead behind you. “Was not.” you grumbled, plopping back down in your original spot. “You totally were!” she giggled, nudging your arm gently as she took the spot next to you. “ Yeah, yeah, yeah whatever.” you retorted before falling into easy conversation, completely forgetting your little incident.

    After spending several hours just lounging around the tower, you were starting to grow antsy. With your head hanging off the edge of the couch, you groaned, "I'm so bored! I need to get out of here." Nat chuckled as you continue to whine and patted your thigh. You huff at her not so helpful gesture when you spot a pair of feet walking towards you. Your eyes traveled up the person's legs,passed their torso, over the long expense of their muscular neck just to be met with the gorgeous face James Buchanan Barnes. Even seen him from an upside-down angle you still thought he was the most beautiful man ever.

   The clearing of a throat broke your chain of thought and you gave a sheepish smile when you caught his eye. "Couldn't help but overhear your bored. Want to go for a ride?" He smirked, quirking his eyebrow at you. You flustered a little under his gaze, before you managed a coherent response. "Yeah, sure". Flipping off the couch, you adjusted yourself before grabbing Bucky's arm and making your way to the garage.

    "Which car Doll?" You hum to yourself, making your way through the rows of cars, before coming across your favorite one. "Let's take this beauty right here." You answered, admiring the cherry red 1969 Chevy Camaro convertible. Bucky let out a long low whistle as he took in the car; he never would have guessed you knew cars. "Top up or down?" He questioned, opening your door for you before getting it himself. "Down of course"! You quipped back at him playfully as he started the car and drove off.

   As Bucky drove out of the city, you tucked your feet under yourself and turn to admire Buck. Several minutes passed by before he finally acknowledged you. "Ya know, staring is rude Doll." He chuckled heartily as you flushed red from being caught. "Just admiring the view." You admitted as you turn to watch the scenery fly by.

   Another few minutes passed by before either of you spoke again. "So, where we going?" you wondered. Bucky grinned boyishly as he responded, "This diner I used to go to as a kid. Thought it'd be a great place for a first date" . You hummed an agreement before you registered his words. "Our what?" you whispered. Are you dreaming right now? Is he really asking you on a date? "If that's all right with you doll." He cautioned hoping he didn't read the signals wrong and overstepped his boundaries. You grinned and leaned across to kiss his cheek. "I'd like that very much Bucky". A sigh of relief fell from his lips at your answer. Taking one more jump out of his comfort zone, he reached out to take your hand. Seeing his hesitation, you met him halfway and laced your fingers with his. "I hope they have the best chocolate milkshakes." You murmured, ready to enjoy your first date with Bucky.

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First Choice ~ Steve Rogers x Reader One shot (Modern!AU)

A/N: Hello my lovelies!! Happy Monday! I hope this is the start of a great week for everyone. 

This fic is for the lovely @kaunis-sielu ‘s Marvel Musical Challenge  Go check out this amazing writer! (Persephone is a personal fave) 

I am constantly inspired by you, darling! Thanks for letting me participate in this challenge! 

Enjoy! 

My song was Perfect by Ed Sheeran. 

Summary: You’ve always been Steve’s first choice whether he realized it or not. 

Characters/Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader 

Rating: K+

Warnings: Language, mentions of a deceased parent, I think that’s it. 

Word Count: 4851 (This one kind of got away from me) 

You rolled your shoulders back, desperate to release the tension that had been building through eight hours of pouring over merger documents.

Your phone buzzing distracted you from debating a seventh cup of coffee. You smiled when you saw Steve’s name and photo pop up on the screen.

“Hey,” you greeted when the video cleared up.

Steve was clearly still in bed and had probably just woken up. It was only seven in the morning in New York.

“Hi, stranger. Sorry I missed your call last night. It was showcase.”

“No worries. I totally forgot about that. How was it?”

“Really great. I have some very promising students, and seeing them get such a positive reception was so awesome.”

“That’s wonderful.”  

He sat up and ran a hand through his messy blonde hair, yawning through his next words. “What did you do last night?”

“Not much,” you shrugged. “Just watched some Netflix. Did some laundry.”  

“So you worked,” he guessed, calling you out.

“Maybe.” 

“You look stressed. Have you been taking care of yourself?”

“Yes. Work’s just kicking my ass. This merger is like three days from finalizing and it feels like I need to do another six months of work before it’ll be ready. But other than that. I’m alright.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“No, it’ll be done in a few days. Just need to push through.”

“You can do it. You always pull through.”

“Thanks, Stevie.”

“What comes after the merger?”

“I’m not really sure. Once it goes through, there will be some restructuring so I’m not quite sure where I’ll end up. What I do know is that I’m definitely taking a vacation as soon as possible.”

“You definitely deserve it. Are you going to be able to take any time for your birthday?”

“I don’t think so. If I’m lucky it will wrap up the day before. And frankly I would take just being able to breathe after all this. I wish you were here,” you mumbled as you dragged your knees up to your chest.

“Me too.”

You chatted for a while longer before you begrudgingly admitted that you should probably get back to work.

“I’m glad you called. I needed it.”

“Anytime. Have a good week. You’re going to kick ass. And try to have fun on your birthday.”

“Thank you. I love you, Steve.”

“I love you too, y/n. Talk soon.”

“Say hi to Bucky for me.”

“Will do. Bye.”

Placing the phone face down, you smiled at the picture of you, Steve, and Bucky that sat in the corner of your desk. Steve’s bright grin stared back at you and not for the first time since you moved to London two years ago, you ached for your best friend.

 Despite your worries, the merger went through without a hitch. The London office broke out the champagne as soon as the papers were notarized. The party moved directly from the office to the pub. Mr. Peterson opened a tab and the drinks flowed freely.

“Come on, y/n. Get off your damn phone. No more business,” Allie teased.

“It’s not work. I’m trying to convince my friend that I’m not drunk,” you slurred loudly.

“But you are drunk,” she giggled.

“I know, but Stevie doesn’t need to know that. Come here and take a selfie with me. That’ll convince him.”

She was drunk enough to agree that this would totally convince Steve you were fine. After ten minutes and about 15 photos that were just blurs, you gave up and in your infinite drunken wisdom decided to face time him.

“Hi, y/n,” he chuckled.

“Hi, Stevie. I just wanted to tell you and call that I’m totally drunk not.”

He hummed, obviously unconvinced.

“Clearly. Do you think you’ve had enough, sweetheart?”

“Nope.” You popped the “p”.

“Will you at least drink some water and eat something?”

Your friends were cackling at his attempts to mother hen you from 3000 miles away.

“I ate some pretzels. And some chips. That’s French fries here,” you tried to whisper.

“Okay, that’s good sweetheart.”

“Y/n, get off the phone and come do singles shots.”

“I’ve got to go, Stevie. I love you.”

“I love you too. Please be safe, sweetheart.”

His earnestness cut through your alcoholic haze. It always did.

“I will,” you promised.

“Good. Go have fun. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Oh, and happy birthday.”

You blew him a kiss and ended the call.

“Where’s my shot?”

 You arrived home shortly before dawn with a couple coworkers in tow and collapsed.

It was around two o’clock when you finally regained consciousness. Allie and Jasmine were just starting to stir when you handed them aspirin and Gatorade.

“Thanks, boss,” Jasmine mumbled.

Allie groaned something at you.  

“Well, it’s officially single’s awareness day. What do you ladies want to do tonight?”

“We could go to the pub,” Allie suggested perking up.

“Seriously?” Jasmine groaned. “I am partied out. Besides the pubs will be miserable tonight.”  

“How about a girl’s night in? Take out and mushy movies?” you suggested.

“And wine,” Allie added making you roll your eyes.  

“Alright. And wine. How does food from that Italian place down the street sound?”

“Delicious. In about three hours when I’m not nauseous anymore,” Allie grumbled.

“It will probably take that long to get delivery on Valentine’s Day anyways. I’m going to hop in the shower if you want to check out the menu.”

You tossed them the flyer and headed for the bathroom.

An hour later all three of you were showered and dressed in comfy clothes. The food had been ordered and you were searching Netflix for the right romantic movie to start off the night. You had just settled on While You Were Sleeping when the door buzzed.

“There’s no way the food got here that fast.”

Allie and Jasmine shrugged as you crossed the room to the buzzer.  

“Hello?”

“Delivery for Miss Y/l/n,” a man responded in a somewhat rough accent.

Weird. You glanced over at your friends who shrugged. It was your birthday you supposed, so maybe your dad had sent you something.

“Okay, come on up.”

You buzzed him in, in no mood to trek down four flights of stairs. He moved quickly; you had just enough time to grab your wallet to tip him when he knocked on the door. When you checked through the peephole, all you could see was the giant bouquet and a baseball cap.

Warily, you pulled open the door.

“Here you go, miss,” he said in that strange accent. It definitely wasn’t British but it was familiar. The closest comparison you could make was a Brooklyn accent.

He couldn’t possibly…

You were already grinning as you pulled the roses out of his hand.

“Oh my god, Steve! You’re here,” you squealed, tossing the roses on the island before jumping into his arms.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart.”

He easily maneuvered you inside, pulling his bag with him and shutting the door.

“What are you doing here? Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”

“Well, I was going to just send you a care package with a few of your favorite things, but then I thought I am your favorite thing so I bought a plane ticket instead. Surprise.”

He was being flippant, but you could see the way he was cataloguing your appearance. He’d been worried about you. He wanted to take care of you.

“Besides, I wasn’t about to let my best friend celebrate her birthday without me.”

“It’s your birthday?”

Jasmine smacked Allie for interrupting the two of you. They were both leaning over the back of the couch watching intently.

“Yes,” you giggled as you finally peeled your attention away from Steve. “I guess that cat is out of the bag. You guys remember Steve right?”

“How could we forget?” Jasmine commented pointedly and you glared.

She insisted that you two were madly in love after he came to take care of you when your appendix burst the summer before. She was half right.

“Nice to see you both again. Are you keeping y/n out of trouble?”

“Absolutely not,” Allie assured him with pride.

“Good.”

He grinned and glanced down at you. Although he’d set you down on your feet, you were both still holding each other.  

“You’re just in time. The food will be here in a little while and we were just about to start our movie marathon for the evening.”

“And what are we starting with?

“While You Were Sleeping,” you grinned.

“Your favorite. Do you ladies mind if crash your party?”

“Not at all.” Your friends answered in tandem.

 After four movies, Jasmine and Allie decided to call it a night and head out. You offered for them to spend another night, but they both declined shooting you mischievous grins as they left.

Once they were finally gone you curled up next to Steve on the couch.

“How long do I get to keep you?”

“You’ve always got me. But I’ll be in London for the week. It’s February vacation.”

“That’s so exciting,” you squealed. “This is the best birthday present ever.”

“That reminds me. I’ve got a real present for you.”

You whined quietly when he pulled away but he just chuckled and kissed your forehead.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be right back.”

He retrieved a rectangular package from his suitcase and handed it to you before wrapping his arm around you again.

You shook it curiously before meticulously removing the wrapping paper. When you flipped back the lid on the velvet box, you immediately began to tear up.

“Oh, Steve. This is… thank you.”

You pulled the charm bracelet up to inspect it more closely. There were twenty charms in total – one for every birthday you had had with your mom before she passed.

“Thank you so much. Here help me put it on?”

You put the box on the side table and handed the bracelet to Steve before extending your wrist. His large fingers worked the clasp much more easily than you would have thought possible. He pressed a kiss to your palm and then wiped away the tears that had been gathering on your cheeks.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart.”

You wrapped your arms around his waist and burrowed into his side. Steve held you close.

 It was quiet for a long time. Both of you content to just be with each other.

“So how’s home?” you asked finally.

“Not the same without you.”

You scoffed.

“I’m serious.” He gently moved you off his chest and you furrowed your brow. “Y/n, there’s something I’ve got to tell you.”

The clear emotion on his face was worry which sent your heart hammering. You ached to reach out and touch him but since he had put space between you, you refrained. It was a relief when he covered your hand in both of his.

“Y/n, I…. I’ve always… I mean you’ve always… I mean… ugggh.”

He hung his head. You reached out to stroke his cheek with your free hand.

“Hey. You can tell me anything. It’s just me.”

“That’s just it. You’re not just you. At least not to me. Not anymore. I’m not making any sense am I?”

“Not really?”

“You and Bucky have been my best friends for as long as I can remember. It was always the three of us. When you left everything felt a little off. Bucky and I both felt it, but eventually he got used to it. But for me it never felt right. I kind of ignored it and started dating Sharon.”

You had no idea he felt this way. And honestly you had no idea where he was going with this.

“When you had appendicitis last summer. I was a wreck when we hadn’t heard from you for more than two days. When your dad finally heard and called me, all I could think about was getting to you to take care of you.”

You smiled and squeezed his fingers.

“I didn’t tell you then, but Sharon and I broke up that day. She said that me packing up to come here at the drop of a hat was the final straw. And she gave me a choice. Stay or break up.”

You weren’t sure how to respond. You knew Sharon didn’t like you very much, but breaking up with Steve because he wanted to take care of a sick friend?

“I’m so sorry, Steve. I didn’t mean to cause a rift.”

“Y/n, you didn’t do anything wrong. You never asked me to come. I wanted to. And even if you had asked me, it was my choice. I would have done the same thing if it had been, Bucky.”

“Of course. And he and I would do the same. That’s what our friendship has always been like.”

“I know. And I tried to explain it that way, but she insisted that what I felt for you was different than what I felt for Bucky, and that it wasn’t the first time I had clearly cared more about you than her. Honestly, she had been pissed for months because her friends had seen me in the jewelry store around Valentine’s Day and they convinced her that I was going to propose or at the very least buy her a nice set of jewelry. So when the holiday rolled around and she got flowers and monogrammed journal and pen, she got pretty bent of shape.”

“Wait. Why were you in the jewelry store?”

“I was talking to them about your bracelet. I wanted to get it done for you last year for your 25th. But I couldn’t get the charms from your dad on time.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. So when she gave me a choice between picking you and her, it was a no-brainer. You’ve always been my first choice.”

“And you’ve always been mine.”

His answering smile was soft, before he sobered slightly still needing to get through what he had to say.  

“Like I said before. For me, you and Bucky were everything to me. But you were a package deal. Never one without the other. But, everything changed when I stayed with you for a month. Or maybe it didn’t change, I just finally opened my eyes. Either way. It was the first time that there was no Bucky. No Wanda or Sam. No anybody. It was just you and me. And god, it felt so right. I finally had that missing piece back.”

He raked a hand through his hair and took a deep breath before trapping you with his cerulean gaze.

“I know that this will change everything for us. One way or another. I was scared to tell you for a long time because I was scared I’d lose you, but I’ve always believed in you, and I’ve always believed in us. And whether you feel the same way or not. You deserve the truth. I’m in love with you, y/n. I think I always have been.”

You squeaked at his confession. You had never dreamed that Steve would feel the same way about you.

You could see the nervousness growing on his expression, but you couldn’t find the right words so instead you leaned forward and kissed him firm on the lips. He was stunned at first, but after a moment, he responded eagerly.

“I take it that means you feel the same way?” he laughed as he leaned his forehead against yours.

“I’m so in love with you, Steve. I’ve always been in love with you. Ever since we were kids.”

He kissed you this time, soft and timid. His large hands framed your face, thumb running along your cheekbone as your lips moved in tandem.

 The next week was pure bliss for you. Despite the craziness of the merger, you managed to make time to spend with Steve. Being with him felt completely right, and you had been so close for so long, that a lot of the “future” conversations went a lot deeper than “what’s next in your career?” You could see a life together.

Despite that, you both agreed to take it slow until you knew what the restructuring would mean for you. You had told Steve that it didn’t matter if you got offered a full time position – that you would move back to New York so you could be together. But he knew how much the job meant to you and he made you promise that you would consider the offer.

“We can make anything work between us. We’ve always made the best team,” he reminded you as you walked along the river.

“I know, but I want to know what plans we get to make.”

“It’s only a few weeks, right.”

“Right?”

“What’s a few weeks in a lifetime?”

 The restructuring that you expected to take a few weeks ended up taking a few months, and in June you were still in London. And you were both getting antsy.

You and Steve were having your weekly skype session and he had been distracted during the whole morning.

“What’s wrong?”

He opened his mouth to continue before snapping it closed.

“What is it?” you pressed again.

“Nothing.”

“Steve,” you warned lowly.

“It’s dumb and unhelpful.”

“Just tell me.”

He sighed and debated a few more moments before speaking.  

“I know that you still don’t know what long term is. But I was wondering if you were going to be able to visit for 4th of July?”

You knew what he was really asking. Were you going to make it home for his birthday?

“I hope so. But I’m not sure. Everything is still pretty chaotic here.”

“Okay. Well, let me know when you find out.”

He did his best to hide his disappointment. He wasn’t very successful.

“I will. I promise I’m going to do my best. And it wasn’t dumb and unhelpful. I want to be there. When are you and Bucky heading up to the lake house?”

“June 25th. Bucky will be there for that weekend and then come back on the 2nd.”

“So early?”

“Well we didn’t get up during Memorial day so I need to actually open the house get it cleaned up and aired out before everyone comes up for the bash.”

“Gotcha. Well I’m sure it will be a blast.”

“Yeah. I’m excited.” He offered you a bright smile, but you could see the tension in his jaw.

“Hey, the partners have been meeting pretty frequently over the past two weeks. Hopefully I’ll hear something in the next few days. I’m sorry.”

“Hey, no. Don’t be. I’m sorry. I just miss you.”

“I miss you too.”

 The following day at work, you had just gotten out of a review meeting when your boss stopped you.

“Y/n, could I speak with you please? In my office.”

“Of course, Mr. Peterson.”

You followed him, to the upper floor of the building.

“Please, sit.”

You smoothed your pencil skirt and folded your hands in your lap as you waited for him to speak.

“I wanted to speak to you about your future. Now, I know that you were brought in as an external member of the merger team when we started two years ago. But I would like to think of you as part of the Peterson family.”

“I appreciate that, sir. I have certainly enjoyed my time here. It’s a wonderful company.”

“I’m pleased to hear you say that. I have a proposition for you. I would like you to head up our acquisitions department at our new office in New York.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Would that be something you’re interested in?”

“Absolutely.”

“Great.” He pulled a folder from the bottom of the stack to his right. “I’ll believe you’ll find the offer more than fair. Why don’t you take a few hours to review it and see if there’s anything that is a deal-breaker.”

“I will, sir.”

You locked yourself in your office for the rest of the morning. You couldn’t believe how perfect the. It was everything you had ever wanted on a platter. And you would get to be back in New York with Steve permanently.

 In the afternoon you walked back into Mr. Peterson’s office with determination.

“Was everything alright?”

“Yes. It’s an extremely generous offer. I just have a few questions.”

“Of course.”  

“When would the position start?”

“I’m afraid that is the one sticky part. We will have filled the position here in next week but the New York office won’t be functional until the beginning of August. You’ll be compensated of course, but I’m afraid you won’t have much work in that time.”

You had to hide your excitement. The timing was working out perfectly.

“That’s no problem, sir. It will give me an opportunity to relocate and hit the ground running.”

“An excellent attitude. What other questions did you have?”

You ironed out a few more details and the contract was sent to HR for approval before you signed it. As soon as you got out of the meeting, you started planning your surprise. There was one very important call you needed to make.

 Steve felt strange making the drive up to the lake house by himself. Usually it was the three of you going up, but you were stuck in London and Bucky had bailed at the last minute, citing a work emergency. So he cranked the radio in his truck and let his thoughts turn to you.

He was expecting the house to be musty when he unlocked the door, but it smelled of fresh flowers and baked goods instead. For a moment he was concerned that he had walked into the wrong house, but the familiar height tracker on the wall told him differently.

Silently he lowered his duffel to the floor and pulled the baseball bat out of the hall closet. He heard running water and soft humming coming from the kitchen and crept forward.

When he glanced around the corner he couldn’t believe what he saw. You had your headphones in and were dressed in workout shorts and your track team shirt from high school, and you were dancing as you washed the dishes.

God you were gorgeous. And you were here.

He hadn’t realized that he dropped the bat until he heard it clatter and you whirled around.

“Steve! What are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here?”

“Bucky said you wouldn’t be here until later this afternoon. I had a whole plan. Romantic dinner. Candles. Pretty dress. Instead you’ve got a bit of a jet-lagged mess. Sorry to disappoint.”

He shook his head as he strode over to you and pulled you in for a bruising kiss. You sighed when he swiped his tongue across your lips as he sought entry. His hands on your hips urged you to hop up and he placed you on the counter, eliminating the height difference.

“Let’s be clear, y/n,” he rumbled when he finally let you breathe. “You are beautiful. No matter what you’re wearing. The only thing that matters is that you’re here.”

“I’m here.”

“Wait a second. So are you the reason Bucky bailed on me at the last minute?” he teased with an arched eyebrow.

“Guilty as charged. When I found out that I had the time off, I wanted to surprise you. And much as I love Bucky, I also wanted you to myself for a few days.”

“That was a very good idea,” he growled as he captured your lips again.

Instinctively you wrapped your legs around his waist and before you knew it he was carrying you upstairs.

You happily reunited with Steve for a few hours before you kicked him out so you could execute the surprise you’d been planning.

Once he was gone, you quickly assembled dinner before showering and changing into your favorite dress. You left your hair natural and your make up light and pretty soon you were ready. You just had to wait for Steve to return.

Right on cue, you heard the crunch of gravel in the driveway and hurried to the bottom of the stairs so he’d see you right as you came in.

“Wow,” Steve whispered when he opened the door. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you.”

You were surprised by the awed look in his eyes.

“These are for you,” he held out the bouquet of red roses, and you inhaled.

“Thank you. Again. Let me put these in water and then I have dinner waiting.”  

“Where are we eating?” he asked as he peered into the dining room and living room and didn’t see anything set up.

“You’ll see.”

You set the vase on the counter and took his hand to lead him outside. The food and candles were set up on the picnic table near the end of the docks. Soft music was playing from your Bluetooth speaker. You’d even managed to string up the fairy lights and lanterns from your graduation party.

“Someone was busy. This is amazing, sweetheart.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

You pecked him on the cheek before nudging him towards the table.

“So how was the last day of classes?”

“Really good. One of my kindergartners made me a hand print stegosaurus because I had helped her with her speaking part.”

“Oh, that’s so cute.”

You honest to god swooned as you looked at how he lit up talking about his students. It was dreamy. You couldn’t help but think about him as a father.

“There were a few very sweet eighth graders who came to say goodbye and tell me that they had already signed up for summer art classes. They were pretty bummed when I told them I wasn’t teaching this year.”

“Why aren’t you?”

“They asked but, I wasn’t sure if I would be spending my summer in London or not.”

It was the perfect opportunity to tell him the news, but he stood up abruptly.

“Dance with me?”  

“I’d love to.”

You kicked of your heels and let Steve pull you up into his arms. The two of you swayed as the sun finally dipped below the horizon and the stars started to come out.

“So I have some news. I talked to Mr. Peterson recently about my future with the company.”  

You expected him to tense up but he didn’t, he just gestured for you to continue.

“He offered me a full time position with the company. It’s pretty much everything I’ve ever wanted.”

“That’s amazing. Congratulations.”

“Thank you.”

“I’ll call Phil in the morning and let him know he needs to start looking for a replacement.”

It was so matter of fact you rocked back for a second to look at him in surprise.

“Don’t worry. It won’t be out of the blue or anything. I already gave him a head’s up a couple of weeks ago. I told him that I wasn’t sure because you were waiting on an offer, but potentially I would be moving to London to be with you.”

You were floored by his comment. You had thought that the two options were either you moved back or that your relationship was long distance. You never even considered asking him to leave Brooklyn. You didn’t doubt that he would for you, but you knew how much he loved New York and his students. Hearing him so open to that made your heart happy.  

“I am so in love with you,” you breathed.

“Well that’s good,” he chuckled at the unprompted expression of affection. “Because I am very much in love with you. And I’m so excited to start a life with you in London.”

“Not so fast. I’m moving back to New York.”

You expected joy not the frustrated disbelief and disappointment you saw.

“What?”

“Kinda thought you’d be happier.” You mumbled taking a step back from him. Or rather trying.

His hands moved from your waist to your shoulders to keep you in place.

“Y/n, please tell me you didn’t turn down your dream job for me?” Steve groaned, and you realized he misunderstood and the smile returned to your face.

“I didn’t turn down anything, Steve. I’m moving back for the job. Mr. Peterson has asked me to head up the acquisitions department at his New York office.”

“Really?”

“Really,” you grinned.

“YES!” he yelled as he picked you up and spun you around, peppering your with kisses.

“That’s more of the reaction I was looking for,” you giggled.  

“I’m sorry, darling. I just couldn’t bear the thought of you giving up what you love for me.”

“Neither could I. I know how much you love your students. And I’d never take you away from them.”

“I love you, y/n. You’re always going to be my first choice.”

“I know. And you’re mine.”

“But,” you both said at the same time, laughing.

“But, you can choose me without giving up what you love,” you reminded.  

“Agreed.”

Steve hugged you close and kissed the top of your head, and you danced through the night whispering I love you’s against each other’s skin.

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[avengers-r-us]

Lights Out

So this is my entry for @kaunis-sielu Marvel musical challenge! 

PAIRING: Loki x female!reader

PROMP: Xo by Beyonce

WARNINGS: A cheeky God of Mischief ;)

The Avengers had all gathered at the tower for one of Tony’s famous end of fight celebratory party. You had been apart of the team ever since the battle of New York when a certain God of Mischief was the villain of the week. To say you weren’t attracted to the dark haired God of Mischief, would be a lie. So that’s what you did, you lied to yourself about your attraction to Loki Laufeyson. Anyone could see that the two of you had chemistry, but it was just easier this way.

After spending an hour in your room with Natasha and Wanda fussing over making you look ‘hot enough to drop jaws’ you finally found yourself at the party. “You look lovely tonight, Lady y/n.” Thor spoke as he made his way over to you and pulled you into a hug. The two of you had a good relationship despite your intense need to avoid his brother. Smiling gratefully at Thor, you pulled back from his hug and straightened out your pastel blue floor length dress. “Thank you Thor.”

“Well, aren’t you going to tell him he looks nice too?” A smooth voice cut in as another arm was snaked around your waist, pulling you into them. Turning to find the arm belonged to Loki, you quickly removed it from your waist and took a step away from him. Turning to look at Thor, you gave him a weak smile “You look very handsome tonight, Thor.” Nodding his head, he smiling at you “Thank you, Lady Y/N.” You quickly patted his arm and walked away from the brothers, straight to the bar to sit next to one of the S.H.I.E.L.D agents you’ve seen around.

“Long day?” The agent smiles, taking a sip of his drink and motioning the waiter over. Smiling at him you nod your head and sigh “You have no idea.” Pushing your hair over your shoulder you slyly looked at the agent, noticing that something was off about him as he kept looking over your shoulder at the big window behind you. Playing off as if you hadn’t noticed anything, you stood up from your seat and seductively stroked his arm goodbye before you calmly walked away. The swab sample you took of a strange substance you notice on his jacket in your hand as you smoothly pulled the closest team member you could reach into a dance which unfortunately happened to be Loki.

“Hello pretty lady.” He smirked, taking the lead as you danced. “Loki, do you know the name of the agent by the bar.” Swiftly dipping you to the beat of the music, he sneakily took a look at the agent before pulling you back up to face him and twirling you around so you were facing the agent. “His name is Caleb Smith, he’s been working for S.H.I.E.L.D. for nearly a year. He’s single, 28 years old, likes to knit, is allergic to dogs and lives nearby.” You let out a melodic giggle as you moved your attention back to Loki “I don’t know whether to be concerned you know all of that or impressed?” Loki gave you a big grin before pulling you closer to him until you were chest to chest, leaning towards you he whispered in your ear “How about, turned on?” pushing him off, you smirked “concerned it is… I’ve got to get this sample to the lab, keep an eye on him and alert the others if anything suspicious happens.”

Just as you found yourself out of the room and nearly at the elevator, the sound of a gun going off and screams could be heard as the lights went out. Instinctively you found yourself running back towards the room, you began to panic as you saw people coming from every exit. Pushing through you tried to get through the door way but you felt as though you were swimming up stream.

You could hear the screams of pain coming from someone in the room, the voice sounded so familiar. Loki. Pushing harder through the door you began to call out to him “LOKI!” finally pushing through the crowd and into the room. You tried to search for him but couldn’t see in the dark. It was at times like this you wish you had nighttime vision “I-I’m over here, Y/N.” Loki weakly responded before he started to cough. Your heart dropped into your stomach as you quickly followed the sound of his coughing to find him laying on the floor. The only light illuminating his face was the pale glow of the moon through the large window. As you knelt down in front of him, your hands came into contact with a sticky substance, your eyes instantly began to water as you realised what it was “Loki…” you felt him take your hands in his, comfortingly rubbing his thumb on your hand to calm you down.

“You were right, that agent was up to no good.” Loki chuckled before he began to cough up what you assumed was blood. “SOMEONE PLEASE HELP!” You yelled into the dark, but there was no response. Quickly standing up you ripped the bottom of your dress off to tie it around his wound. Realising that the blood was coming from Loki’s chest you quickly wrapped the materiel around his wound best you could in the dark and put pressure on it to stop the bleeding.

“How the hell did this happen?” You asked him, tears falling from your face onto his chest. Reaching up to wipe your tears away, he smiled affectionately at you “I was trying to be one of the good guys and show a pretty lady that I’m not all that bad.” a warm smile formed on your face as he said this, you could feel Loki becoming weaker and weaker in your arms. Taking a deep breath to calm your nerves, you realised that you could save him… all you had to do was kiss him.

So that’s exactly what you did.

You could hear Loki gasp as your lips met, although he was weak he instantly pulled you closer to him and began to kiss you back. All the pent up emotions you felt towards each other, put all in this kiss. The lights suddenly turned back on, as you pulled back from the kiss you were happy to see Loki’s once pale face regained its colour. “That…that kiss was amazing all that love, thank you for that by the way… but I’m still bleeding out.” Letting out a laugh, you began to unbutton his shirt to check his wound. Loki’s eyes widened as he saw what you were doing and laid back down onto the floor, looking up at the ceiling he spoke “If this is the way I die, then be it!” He sat back up to bring you back into a kiss only to have you push him to lie back down. “Look at your chest, Loki.” Confused Loki lifted his head up to looked down at his chest and found… nothing. No gun-shot wound, nothing. Sitting up, he looked at you in awe.

“Loki…Have you ever watched the movie tangled?”

“Yes, love.”

“You know how she has magical healing powers?”

“Yes, love.”

“Well… that’s how I healed you.”

“Marvellous, can we go back to kissing now?” Laughing in shock, you planted a quick kiss on his lips before getting up as the S.H.I.E.L.D. doctors rushed into the room and straight towards Loki. “Where are you going love?” Loki yelled over the doctors surrounding him. Turning around to look at him you smiled “This pretty lady is about to go kick the ass of the guy who hurt her man.” winking, you watched Loki’s jaw go slack as you ran out of the room. Laughing as you quickly darted out of the room, you could hear a Loki yelling after you “GO KICK HIS ASS, BABY!”

[kaunis-sielu]

Hey! For your marvel musical challenge could I have XO- Beyoncé for either Pietro or Loki I’m still deciding lol 💓

Oooooh! Yesssss (if you want my vote dm me)

[kaunis-sielu]

Hi, I saw your writing challenge. And wss wondering if i could do it? If I could I would love to have the song Marry You by Bruno Mars and it would be with Steve Rogers.

Heck yea! It’s all yours!

[kaunis-sielu]

Hello, love! 😁 First of all I'm abso-bloody-lutely mind blown by your writing (and I haven't even read everything yet). You're an amazing writer and I can't wait to see what you've got in store next 😁 And, secondly, I'd like to participate in your challenge. I've got an idea for three songs with three characters ("Touch" with Bucky, "My First Kiss" with Steve and "Cake By The Ocean" with Loki). You can tell me which one's a go, and I'll start on it, straight away 😁😁 All the love ❤️❤️

Hey! I feel like there’s a lot of Steve so how about you do the Bucky one with Touch? I’ll get you added ASAP :) super pumped that you’re in! And thank you so much for reading!!

[kaunis-sielu]

Hi lovely. Can I have Girls Like You (feat Cardi B) - Maroon 5 with Steve Rodgers?

All yours!! Thank you for joining!

[kaunis-sielu]

Hey lovely, can I have Superficial love Ruth B with Steve Rogers??

It’s all yours my friend! Thank you so much for joining!

[kaunis-sielu]

Can I get in on your musical challenge with the Micheal Buble Home? Not sure who I’m gonna write yet but I love that song.

It’s all yours! Thank you so much for joining!

[kaunis-sielu]

Hello hello! I’d like to join your music challenge if you don’t mind. I’d like to use “Little do you know” by Alex and Sierra with Steve Rogers. Thank you so much! 💕

It’s all yours! Thank you for joining! Tell all your friends 😁

[kaunis-sielu]

I'd like to join in on your challenge. I'd like to use Yeah Boy by Kelsea Ballerini with Bucky. Please and thank you. ❤️🙏🏻

It’s all yours! Thank you so much for joining in!

[kaunis-sielu]

Hi!! I love your writing and I'm super excited about your music fic challenge. Could I write Secret Love Song by Little Mix with Steve Rogers? ❤️ Thanks! (I'm a new writer and I think your challenge would be the perfect way for me to get started.)

It’s yours :) just wanted you to know I got this one too!

[kaunis-sielu]

Your challange looks really cool! Just to make sure, you are challenging others to write these correct?

Yup! I want to encourage others to flex that creative muscle!

[kaunis-sielu]

Hi lovely! I'm super excited about your challenge. I was wondering if I could do Perfect by Ed Sheeran with Steve? (Posting from I-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend btw) Thanks! Ps. Been swamped and haven't caught up on your latest stuff but can't wait to binge over the holidays. 😍

I’m so excited! Thank you. Perfect with Steve is alllll yours!!!

[kaunis-sielu]

Excuse me this was adorable and I love it.

First Choice ~ Steve Rogers x Reader One shot (Modern!AU)

A/N: Hello my lovelies!! Happy Monday! I hope this is the start of a great week for everyone. 

This fic is for the lovely @kaunis-sielu ‘s Marvel Musical Challenge  Go check out this amazing writer! (Persephone is a personal fave) 

I am constantly inspired by you, darling! Thanks for letting me participate in this challenge! 

Enjoy! 

My song was Perfect by Ed Sheeran. 

Summary: You’ve always been Steve’s first choice whether he realized it or not. 

Characters/Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader 

Rating: K+

Warnings: Language, mentions of a deceased parent, I think that’s it. 

Word Count: 4851 (This one kind of got away from me) 

You rolled your shoulders back, desperate to release the tension that had been building through eight hours of pouring over merger documents.

Your phone buzzing distracted you from debating a seventh cup of coffee. You smiled when you saw Steve’s name and photo pop up on the screen.

“Hey,” you greeted when the video cleared up.

Steve was clearly still in bed and had probably just woken up. It was only seven in the morning in New York.

“Hi, stranger. Sorry I missed your call last night. It was showcase.”

“No worries. I totally forgot about that. How was it?”

“Really great. I have some very promising students, and seeing them get such a positive reception was so awesome.”

“That’s wonderful.”  

He sat up and ran a hand through his messy blonde hair, yawning through his next words. “What did you do last night?”

“Not much,” you shrugged. “Just watched some Netflix. Did some laundry.”  

“So you worked,” he guessed, calling you out.

“Maybe. You look stressed. Have you been taking care of yourself?”

“Yes. Work’s just kicking my ass. This merger is like three days from finalizing and it feels like I need to do another six months of work before it’ll be ready. But other than that. I’m alright.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“No, it’ll be done in a few days. Just need to push through.”

“You can do it. You always pull through.”

“Thanks, Stevie.”

“What comes after the merger?”

“I’m not really sure. Once it goes through, there will be some restructuring so I’m not quite sure where I’ll end up. What I do know is that I’m definitely taking a vacation as soon as possible.”

“You definitely deserve it. Are you going to be able to take any time for your birthday?”

“I don’t think so. If I’m lucky it will wrap up the day before. And frankly I would take just being able to breathe after all this. I wish you were here,” you mumbled as you dragged your knees up to your chest.

“Me too.”

You chatted for a while longer before you begrudgingly admitted that you should probably get back to work.

“I’m glad you called. I needed it.”

“Anytime. Have a good week. You’re going to kick ass. And try to have fun on your birthday.”

“Thank you. I love you, Steve.”

“I love you too, y/n. Talk soon.”

“Say hi to Bucky for me.”

“Will do. Bye.”

Placing the phone face down, you smiled at the picture of you, Steve, and Bucky that sat in the corner of your desk. Steve’s bright grin stared back at you and not for the first time since you moved to London two years ago, you ached for your best friend.

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