wanderlustpeach

[wanderlustpeach]

For love — wanda maximoff.

PAIRING: wanda maximofff x fem!reader

SUMMARY: she was your world & you were her girl.

WARNINGS: none. but who doesn’t love pain ;)

WORD COUNT: 0.8k

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What was taking you so long to come home to her, it's been two weeks. Two dreadful weeks without you. Wanda was surprised she made it this far without exploding, and going after you herself. But she had a job to uphold, she couldn't let her thoughts push to to think out wise.

Glancing over that the clock. counting down the time till you and your team arrived. pacing around the living room planning out all the things she could do with you, now that you both would be free. such a relief honestly. it was like a weight taken off her shoulders, to have her lover back in her arms. but what was taking so them long?

It was like the god knew she's was waiting for you, in the distance she could see the quintet in the distance not that far from the tower, slowly be surely descending upon to the towers rooftop. With a smile on her lips, she excitedly shifted back and forth from her left to right foot, twiddling with her thumbs. she couldn't wait.

One second Wanda was alone on the roof and then next she wasn't. a whole team of the medical staff suddenly was beside her, with a cart ready. She knew what it meant, but oh did she hope it wasn't you. She prayed to a god she no—longer believed in. "Please to be [name] please to the almighty god." She whispered out, clenching her fist.

Please don't be [name] god.

It seemed like time stopped moving, the way the doors of the quintet slowly opened. the way the team inside seemed as though there were out of it. The look of dread and helpless painted across their face, as the meet eyes with her. She knew for the moment she seen them, she could no longer feel your life force with her. But why did it wait tell now to tell her.

"Wanda. . . Wanda I'm going to need you to leave." a nurse named Maddison told her, lightly tapping on her shoulders. Trying to push her ways from the scene. She knew would trigger her to explode. Maybe even hurt people unintentionally. Wanda couldn't hear her, or not like she body told her no to. why would she listen to anything anyone has to say when her own body didn't. Blankly staring at the jet, Wanda counted numbers in her head to calm herself down. She couldn't have a another meltdown, she just gained their trust.

She watched your team, huddle up over your body. The way you lifeless sat there on the ground, blood around you. She watched the way the doctors shoved the team always from their leader. She's watched as your blood stained lips, we're blue. Lifeless of the color they once were. She watched as your chest was sunken in due to the gunshot, the way your once white uniform was now stained red with your blood and the blood of your enemies.

All she could do was watch, what could she have done. you were dead upon arrival. you died, crying for the women you loved. You died not knowing, she was ready. Ready to take the next step in your relationship.

"Why me, why me." She cried out, felling onto her knees balling her body up into herself. Why could she never get the happy ending, no matter what universe she was in, she was always lonely. "Why us?"

"Wanda we have to go."

"Why. . . Why do I have to go when I have nothing else to live for. my brother, [name]. what next, what fucking next." She screamed pushing the nurses hand off her. Running full speed to where the ushered you way to.

Why could she never have a happy ending.

Bursting into the room, glancing down at your now died body as the slowly zipped up your body. there you sat lifeless with a small smile on your lips, the way the blood on the side of your mouth dried and scabbed up. you were way died before arrival. Hours even.

Rustling in her pockets of her cardigan with her now blood stained hands, she pulled out a small black box.

If only you could smile for her one last time, just for her.

"For you my love." She forcefully gasped out, pulling your hands for inside the duffle bag. Grazing her hands over yours the fingers to grow to love just like the rest of you, sliding the ring. your ring. onto your ring finger, as she placed a kiss upon it before moving to your bloodily lips. "The things we do for love." She gloomily stated, kissing your lips one last time. Before finishing the job the doctors were doing.

With a grim smile, Wanda zipped the duffle bag up one last time. turning her view away from your now lifeless body. a haunting image, a reminder of all her failures. failures to protect you.

"till me meet again."

Wanda said closing the door behind her, maybe it was a good thing she keep the dark hold after all.

[wanderlustpeach]

MASTERLIST;

— a collection of stories written by yours truly ;)

[steve rogers masterpost]

→ one last kiss;

synopsis: in which Steve gives you one last kiss.

→ meant to be; pt 2

synopsis: Who said revenge wasn't sweet.

→ ghost of you;

synopsis: he was nothing be the ghost, a shell of a man he once was. it was a cruel joke. Steve was nothing but small fragments of the man she left behind.

[bucky barnes masterpost]

→ meant to be;

synopsis: some people are meant to be, some aren't. there's never in-between.

→ meant to be; part 2

synopsis: Who said revenge wasn't sweet.

[tony stark masterpost]

→ sugar baby;

synopsis: the team loved to label you, as the greedy sugar baby that's lived of the one and only Tony Stark’s pockets.

[wanda maximoff masterpost]

→ little red;

synopsis: shame. nothing but shame to be in love with a women how couldn't see you the same.

→ for love;

synopsis; she was your world, you were her girl.

[matt murdock masterpost]

→ not her;

synopsis: maybe it was for the better, to be left alone in a world which was never designed for you.

→ broken dreams;

synopsis: there always be a fine line between love and hate.

[frank castle masterpost]

→ i’m worth it;

synopsis: all you wanted was him, why was that so hard for frank to understand. What was it? was it the age difference or was it because he couldn’t see you nothing more then just a kid. compared to him.

[billy russo masterpost]

→ counting stars;

synopsis: who didn’t love older guys, you know you did. glady even if it came of the disapproval of your mother’s.

| masterlist |

[tasm! peter parker masterpost]

→ second best;

synopsis: being second best is something, you truly came accustomed to while dating peter parker.

[wanderlustpeach]

the moon taught me there is beauty in darkness too, that even when i don’t feel whole, i am enough.

( .ೃ࿐ ) — destiny, twenties, she/her, full time sinner.

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not her. — matt murdock.

PAIRING: matt murdock x reader

SUMMARY: maybe it was for the better, to be left alone in a world which was never designed for you. a sad truth; you grow to learn.

WARNING: profanity, very short & sweet ;) 

GENRE: angst, nothing but pure angst.

WORD COUNT: 0.9k

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"Maybe it's better this way." Matt breathless said glancing anywhere but your face. "Maybe that's better to leave this relationship the way it's heading. i can't keep doing this." 

"Doing what exactly Matt? Running away from your own girlfriend? It that what your talking about huh?" You retorted back pushing the meal you prepared away. it was almost as soon as Matt opened his mouth god forsaken mouth you had lost your taste of appetite.

"I can't do this. You know I can't."

"Why not huh? Just be honest for once in your damn life matt. Tell me why? Why do I sit home all night wondering if you going to come home to me?" You sadly replied. You where tired physically and mentally, this. This whole ordeal wasn't what you asked for, why couldn't he put this dare devil, vigilante mess behind?

Was that so much to ask for?

"I don't ask you to. I told you when this became to serious, when we BOTH decided to me more then friends. I couldn't stop being something that made me feel alive." 

"I understand that Matt but—"

"Do you really understand! Cause it seems to me like you can't get it through your head. I'm not stopping, who is going to be there when the monsters at night go bump. No one, not a soul [name]."

"Matt we have heroes for that. You don't have to risk you live day and night I just—"

"WE DON'T! WE DON'T EVEN HAVE THE DAMN AVENGERS!"

"Why can't you be like her? Is that so hard to ask [name]. That's all I asked for you when this started. Not t put yourself before me work."

"I was dumb Matt naïve to think that you would put me before you so called 'work'! I'm sorry for being a fool in love with a men who clearly doesn't know what he wants." You shouted pushing yourself from the table you both once shared, being here with him. Being near Matt, something you used to crave brought nothing but dread.

How could he compare you to a dead girl, a women who he lead to her death. "Don't you ever compare me to her. You caused this not me." You spat out with venom dripping through your words. This was his mess, not yours.

"Why not huh? She would understand something you can ducking doing [name]. She wasn't a fucking crybaby, she knew the cost of being with me, living this life."

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" You couldn't take this, to have the man you loved talk of another so highly, even in her death more then you. "WHAT you don't like the truth, she will always understand me more then you ever could." Matt stated with nothing but a dissatisfied frown on his face, why did you have to always make things so hard.

Maybe he should have listened to Foggy when he told him not to bring you in to this life, the life you so desperately wanted to be apart of. A life that you weren't built to live in, something you sadly grown to see.

This wasn't for you, it never was.

"You know what Matt we're done, I can't do this. I can't keep hoping to have you love me they way you loved her, a dead women. a women who merely seen you as a helping hand." You cried out, with blurry stained eyes. You grabbed onto you key set, pushing past Matt with one last look, you shaking voiced your pain. "I hope this what you wanted Matt, to see the women you so called the love for your life walk out like the rest of the world did to you. I really wish you the best in life Matthew, even if I'm not apart of it."

With one last look at Matt, never did he move to stop you. Why would he, wasn't this what he wanted to be left alone. Why would he need a woman he could never compare to the one and only Elektra Natchios. As Matt watched the the door close it was like seeing the light leave his eyes, the colors draining from his body. As if he was stabbed.

It was for the best, that what he repeated in his head. It was to last to go back on his words, words that he knew would haunt [name] for the rest of her life, something he would gravely regret. It was for the greater good, he had to. It was for your safety, with Fisk and his men on his tail it had to be done. Oh how much he would miss you.

With a sorrowful smile, as one singular tear slipped from his eyes. Matt glanced up at his ceiling, a place he once called yours. Looking over the cracks that danced over his walls, a beautiful but unorganized mess. Something you loved to point out everyday you could, something he grow accustomed to, something he no longer was granted.

"You could never be her, you were pure and she's was tainted. And that's something I grown to love about you [name]."

[wanderlustpeach]

broken dreams — matt murdock.

PAIRING: matt murdock x reader

SUMMARY: there will always be a fine line between love and hate.

WARNING: profanity, mention of low self esteem, the use of the word whore, brief mention of sexual act.

GENRE: angst with a hint of fluff at the end.

WORD COUNT: 4k

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The word love had no meaning to you, why would it. When you were trapped in a repeating love cycle of wondering if you were doing the right thing, if you were good enough to be loved. A toxic cycle that went on and on in your head, grasping to the little hope you had.

To be loved & wanted.

Was that to much to ask for, but why couldn't he give you what you wanted, what you were promised in the beginning. The reason it all started, a silly lie it was.

 Countless lies after another, the feeling of longing and desperation, something that was a staple in the so called relationship you had with Grant Ward. The mastermind behind all your life problems & the only one to the Solutions of your never ending downfall.

How could the men who claimed to love you, to the moon and back treat you like a piece of trash at the bottom of his foot, a repeating mistake he came home to. A desperate girl clinging onto hopes and dreams of a no existent relationship. A fool if you asked him. 

A complete and utter fool.

Pacing around the room, breathing in and out. You sat there thinking of all the things you could say, once he stepped foot in your once shared apartment. It was nothing but a reminder of the empty love you both shared for each other, a place were you both claimed to spend the rest for your lives together no matter the cost, a foolish mistake.

It was like he sensed the distress in the air, slowly inching to the door, calculating how he was going to turn around the conversation to make you think that you were in the wrong for thing so such thing. Him using you? No never. The lies he was going to plant in your head to manipulate, the outcome. He was the good guy, and you were being nothing but a disobedient girlfriend who doubt her boyfriend.

"What's that beautiful mind of yours thinking about?" He questioned kissing you on your forehead, pulling your closer getting a good sniff of your freshly washed hair.

"I fuck," you gloomily sighed out, running your hands over your face. You could do this, you don't need him. You remind yourself, pushing down the fear of him leashing out and turning the subject.

"Breathe. Take your time." Grant persuaded, throwing out the old flowers he brought the last time he was over here. A gift he brought every-time he know you wanted out. Out of the relationship & out of his sight.

Finally breaking you pushed yourself of the the wall storming up to grant grabbing the flowers throwing them in the sink next the once hot meal you cooked him, another repeating mistake you fell into. Cooking a meal for a men he was never on time, always the same accuse. " my team needed me," the same fucking lie you heard every damn time.

"I'm done. I can't do this anymore Grant. I'm tired of staying up at night wondering when your come home, I'm just so fucking tired." You cried out, tired of hoping and holding onto something that was never there.

"What the fuck do you want me to do, I'm working for us. Im doing everything for you, and you can't just fucking appreciate it. Im tired to but you don't see me complaining, I work hours after hours for you, Am I not enough for you huh, what more do you want women!" Grant snapped, glancing down at the now ruin flower arrangement, he spent his time and day picking out just for you. Was he not enough for you, maybe he spoiled you to much that you became so greedy that it was slowly killing him.

"That's not what I meant. I just want you to be there for me Grant please, I just miss you." You sobbed out crouching down balling yourself into your body. Trying to make yourself smaller. You just wanted to be seen to be loved for you was that to much to ask.

"Oh baby." Getting Down to your level placing a soothing arm around your now small body, pulling you into his chest hiding you away from the world. "It's okay let it out." He reassured, humming rocking you back and forth cradling you body, glancing up at the ceiling he smirked. The same routine every few months. He had your in the palm of his hands eating the leftover scraps, you depend on him Financial and emotionally. He made it known that he was the only one for you. The only one that could truly love your for how your were.

"Grant?"

"Yes my love," he softly replied still rocking you back and forth, while whispering sweet nothings into your ears, a nothing notch ticked off from his list.

"I'm sorry, for everything. I shouldn't have blow up on you. I know it's my fault, honestly. I'm so sorry please forgive me."

"I forgive you baby. You don't have to apologize." He insisted, slowly pulling you face back from his chest so he could get a good looking at your pretty face, dried tears straining your once radiant face. Only to be left back with nothing but lifeless eyes and now a dependent on a men he viewed your nothing more then a bed warmer, when he wasn't fucking daisy; his fellow teammate.

A outspoken women, a ball of fire that just won't take no for a answer. Something you could never be. You were nothing but merely a doll he crafted from his own hands, a toy.

"Let's go to be okay, I'll makeup for all the lost time we've missed out on okay." He grinned down at you, the shell of a women he used to love.

"Okay." You giggled out, wrapping your arms around him as he carried you to the bedroom. this was all you every wanted for him to see you, to finally appreciate and worship your body.

But who said he truly did, in the end. This was only a mask for the empty hole you had in your heart, a simple pain replacer.

"I love you." You gasped out, as he ripped open your shirt. Throwing you on the bed, spreading your legs as he climbed through like a men that was starving.

Why did you put yourself through this again, time and time again. You were nothing but a stupid girl clinging on to the hope that her once caring boyfriend loved her. How damn foolish could you have been, after everything.

One little word on his end and you were back to where you started, he knocked you back ten steps. It was the one in control and you were nothing more the a mindless doll that followed his ever little steps, ever small meaningless word he drowned you in. False hope, something you grow to take Comforted in like an old friend, you welcomed back with open arms. Something that never changed.

Glanced around the coffee shop waiting for your friend, Karen. To indulge in the relationship problems you have been having for the part few years, you were tired of hiding it from her. She has been with you throw thick & thin.

Maybe your mother was right, you need to love yourself before you love others. Something she drilled in your head growing up, something you never grow to care for. Why would you need to love yourself when you had others that could do that for you.

Toying with the half empty coffee cup, as the now cold and dry pastry sat to the side.

Why did you do this to yourself. You were worth more then this. Maybe it's something you grow accustomed to, the feeling of a endless pit of self hatred. The feeling for nothing being enough.

The bell attached to the door went of cause a few heads to glance over into the new incomer. Karen stood there head strong, beautiful as ever. Hair laid down in her signature low ponytail, with a few fly ways.

"Karen." You called out waving the women over, with a small smile gracing your lips for once.

"Hey, how's to been y/n." She asked placing down her umbrella wiping off the rain from her now strained wet jacket. Glancing up at you, with a wide smile. She missed you. How could she not, you were one of the first people she connected to when she came up her for law, a outspoken girl with big dreams. But before her was now a dull version. Sat before her, there was no longer a sparkle that lit up the room in your eyes, you no longer came by the Law Firm to visit her, like you once did. You became a ghost.

"I've been better truly." You confessed honestly, playing with the now empty cup. Glancing out the window, watching people in love running from the rain trying to find shelter. You watched a old lady calmly walk in the rain with no care for the consequences.

Sighing with a grim frown Karen placed her hand on top of the stray hand resting on the table. "You can tell me anything y/n. I'm always here, open ears and arms."

"I just want to be loved and not treated like a mistake. A damn burden clinging onto anything that shows me a little amount of love. I just want to be me again Karen is that so hard to ask for."

Finally pulling your eyes away from the window. Karen could finally see the sadness in your eyes, the longing to be treated as enough. It crushed her, what happened to her once careless friend. Where did she go?

"What did he do!" Karen finally broke the silence, she knew you wont just think like this. She never really liked him in the first place, just tolerated him for you sake. He was the devil in disguise to her.

"It's not him. It's me. I'm the damn problem. I ask for to much over and over again. I understand that his busy working to bring home food on the table, but his barely there. He barely fucking sees me, I'm a damn ghost in my own house." You ranted, gripping her hand So tightly you could see, her once white hands turning a bright red. She let you do it, you needed to let it out. She understand. You where the problem not him, something he embed in your head.

It was all your fault. It always will be. He was doing you a favor by still being with you.

"Stop thinking like that y/n please. You aren't the problem it's him, have you looked in the mirror honestly. I'm not trying to be mean but have you seen yourself, you aren’t you. You look tired, beat down.”

It was the honest truth, something you need to hear. Even if you weren't going to listen you need to know you have someone here who truly cares for you, not a damn manipulator who is feeding of your insecurities and lows self esteem. He was a liar and a cheat.

"Honestly Karen I didn't come here for you to shit on me. I just need someone to talk to."

"And that's what you have. No you want someone to listen and let you continue to hurt yourself. For you to be a fool and depend on a men who might I add is a criminal. A damn criminal — a danger to society."

"I know. I shouldn't be hiding an ex — shield agent in my house. But what can I do I'm in love with him. His my whole world. Im nothing without him." You admit sadly, with tears clouding up your vision. What you be without him. You are you today thanks to him. A emotionally unstable mess, and sad excuse of a woman.

"Y/n you called me for help, so let me do it." She promised wiping the down tear strained checks, slowly blinking her tears away. How could she have let this go on for so long, She just wanted you to be happy but at what cost. Look at you now, a shell of a beautiful woman she cared for.

A mess, a beautiful mess.

"I'll let you help, but please promise me no matter what never, I mean never let be become like this again." You insisted placing you dry, shaking hands on top of hers. You needed to do this, for you and your self esteem.

A crumbled, stomped out poor thing.

"I promise. With my last dying breath he will rule the day he crushed your heart y/n." Karen proudly claimed, pulling her hands away from your face. "But we first need to start with the packing. I know it will be hard, it know it hurts but if you want to get better you need to start now."

"For the better." You grimly smiled, looking down at the ring Grant give you on your third anniversary; where he promised he would make you Mrs.Ward. How foolish you were back then, a blind girl to love and hope. Slipping off the ring throwing it in the empty coffee cup, placing the lid back on it.

"To new beginnings." Karen exclaimed, pulling out her phone texting Foggy if him and Matt could help with a friend moving out. They need a break anyways, with the lack for cases. They need fresh air, especially from the stale air, they are surrounded in all day.

She didn’t want to worry you pretty head, she had this under control. That’s what she was here for. Moral support.

"Let's get you shopping first, we need to change that whole little get up you got going on right now." Snatching your arm up, pulling you to the door. But slowly coming to a stop next to the trash can wearily glancing over at you, as you debating on throwing the ring in the trash. With a smile on your face, no longer glancing down at the ring, you tossed it in the trash were it belonged.

"Good riddance."

Smiling at the small steps you made, she pushed out the door with a pep in her step. She was going to get the old you back no matter the things she had to do. You were her rock and she was the light at the end of the tunnel.

God it was hard playing strong, it was so wearing trying to push the feeling out doubt down. We're you doing the right thing but leaving him, was it worth it in the end, would you truly be free like you dreamed. To be loved without having to beg over & over again to be seen. It's been three weeks since you last seen your old home; an empty place you closed yourself into staying in. It became your own living hell. A place were you were so desperate to be loved & seen by a man who don't love you.

Moving in with Karen into her two bed apartment — that could barely fit the both of you, it was nice. It felt homey. You didn't have to look over your shoulder wondering if you boyfriend was coming home to see you. You didn't have to wonder, you had Karen: a loving friend that would do anything for you. For the past three weeks, she's been taking you out to places you once loved, showing you think your own boyfriend couldn't.

She was your knight and shining armor.

"Hey y/n I'm going out would you like to come?" Karen asked brushing out her freshly done curls, pining a few loose strands behind her ears. Glancing over from the bathroom mirror: as the door stayed cracked open. So she could keep an eye on you. You've been have withdrawals, second guessing your decision.

"I don't know Kare, i don't think I can mentally handle being around people. Not right not at least." You grumbled, tearing your eyes away from the tv. It wouldn't hurt at all to at least live a — little would it? No, you needed to get out of this funk, for wondering about what ifs.

"okay it's —"

Cutting her off, you racked your brain with possible outcomes. You could be happy for once. To live in the moment and not worry about him or your problems. A little drink wouldn't hurt, to dance the pain away. Something you desperately needed, a numb to the pain. "You know what why not, to hell with it. What harm could it do." You confidently stated. Turing off the tv,  jumping up heading to your how disorganized and clutter room, looking over the boxes till you came across a box where you had you collection of clothing shoved deep in the closet hidden away from the world never touched again. I'm his words they were slutty, it looked like you were asking for it. A attention seeker, a fucking whore.

Pulling out a skinny tight black strapped dress, it was beautiful. Never ever truly able to wear it around Grant. Not when he shoved his words down your throat, a daily reminder. You were a attention seeker; clinging onto the validation of others. A Whore, who didn’t know how to control herself. Why would you want another man to look at your when you had him. It never mattered how you felt, no it was always about him. How could he deal with this, a whore of a girlfriend. A shameless one.

You could never do anything right in his eyes, there was always something you had to do that set him off, the way you wore your hair, clothes and they way you talked. He had to be in control of you every breathing moments when he had the time. When he wasn't fucking his teammate: Daisy or Skye what she liked to be called now.

Stripping yourself from you clothes, you grabbed a pair of see through black stocking. a new pair of matching bra and underwear. Grabbing a pair of black pumps, You wanted to feel good in your own skin again. It was show time, you told yourself as you liked over yourself in your mirror. You cleaned up well when you tried.

"Well i be damn, you look so good y/n. Oh my god." Karen gasped looking over your body, the dress snatched you in ever right place. It brought out your little hip dips and fully fit snuggle over you chest. You were breathtaking: a beautiful miss.

"Don't flatter me Karen. You are the real show here." You giggle pulling her close to your chest. Giving her a little twirl, watching your best—friend spin around. Looking like a fairytale princess.

"Let's steal the night baby." She chucked grabbing your arms, dragging you to the door while holding her keys in—between her teeth, struggle to grab her bags. This was going to be one hell of a night.

If only you knew the Devil was going to be there: hidden in the shadows. Watching your every more. Fascinated by the way you carried yourself with false sense of pride and confidence. Clinging onto false hope & reassurance. Watching the way your body was begging to be mishandled, craving for attention to be broken beyond repair.

Matt did know why draw him to you, was it the sadness that reeked all over your body when you came in with Karen, maybe it was the way you shoved down the doubt you had in your body and sucked it up. He could sense you from over here, with all the sweaty bodies bumping and grinding against each other clinging on to feeling. He could smell the sex in the air, from the couple in the far left corner who was shamelessly giving head to her partner, buckled on her knees doing what she knew best.

He could feel you disgust and nervousness, the way your body clamped up ever time a men reached out to put a hand on your hips, crawling at your skin like hungry wolves.

You didn't fit this seen, but neither did he. A blind in a club, a men unable to see in a damn club, what a shame. He wouldn't be able to see the colorful discs ball bouncing off you skin light you up, like a star in the sea of bodies.

It drawl more attention then what you needed. Remembering the words of your boyfriend: "You're a attention whore, you just crave to be seen damn it." A remaindered that you were less then him, nothing but trash under his foot, something so easily to discard and walk past.

"I'll be at the bar." You told Karen pulling your body away from the grasping hands as you watched her make her way over to a her friends: Matt & Foggy. Who were stationed in the middle of the far back, in a booth overlooking the mess of bodies.

"What is he doing here," You asked yourself looking over at Matt: who was dresssed in his usual suit and tie, that fitted him like it was made for him. Like it was a second skin. Last time you checked he was blinded, what would he have in being in a club full of degenerates who wanted to live in the moment.

To feel loss and free. Something you wished you could feel, to be careless and not have to worry about your life problems. Or more like you boy problems.

"Can I get a Margarita please."

Distracting yourself from the problems at hand. You didn't notice an approaching figure, one that stood out then the rest. A men with a devilish smile, and bright red glasses. "Hey can I get a Bourbon on the rock with light ice." He called out from behind you flagging down the waiter who just not finished with your drink, nodding at the man beside you fixing up his drink.

"What brings you here?" Matt asked. Staring up small talk, he felt you stiff up when you finally realized he was talking to you, glancing up at the man. There he stood, with a Bourbon in hand. It seemed like his eyes were on you, but how wasn't he blind?

"What do you want Matthew?" You asked glancing over at the men that made you heart skip a beat. Something you shouldn't be feeling. You were in a relationship more or less, you couldn't have feels for a man who was known to be detached and careless when it came to women.

But that's what made you crave him more, you wanted to feel something. To be touched and worshipped even if it was only for the night. Could he show you that? Would Matt knowingly be with a taken women, a women who was claimed to a monster, a pathological liar.

"Nothing I just wanted to see how your hold up y/n." He whispered into you ears, as he reached past you grabbing his drink. He could feel the way your heart picked up speed, the way you pulse quickened, the way you hand became clammy. He know he was the cause it.

"Matt you need to back up before I do something I'm not supposed to." You begged. Barely holding on, as the alcohol coursed through you body. Making you on edge, ready to jump if you were gave the chance. He smelt good, damn it he was just all around drop dead gorgeous. Everything about him, his smile they way he cared for people.

He was everything you wished for in a man, a dime out of the rest. "What if I want you to." He teased sliding his arm around your waist, pulling you flat against his chest. He could feel everything. He could smell you arousement in the air, it surround you in a cloud. God was it heavenly.

"Matt please." You begged with lust filled eyes, turing sideways to get a good look at him.

"Please what baby?"

"Please fuck me." You whispered seductively into his ear, biting on you lips, gripping on your thighs trying to keep them closed. Maybe, just maybe it felt right.

With the alcohol flowing through, you couldn't think straight all you wanted was him. Him in—between you, on you. You wanted him to destroy the little sanity you had left.

"That's all you had to say. Let's get out of here shall we." Pulling you from the chair, forget all about the drinks you both order. Slapping a 40 on the table, with the two drinks pushed together. Nodding at the bartender.

He was going to ruin you world. Make you wonder why you were so head in love with a man, who had no care for you. A man who seen you as nothing more then a toy, and controllable toy.

"I'm going to show you what I've been missing." He growled grabbing a handful of you ass. It was going to a long night.

[wanderlustpeach]

Meant to be — part two.

PAIRING: steve rogers x reader, past! bucky barnes x reader

SUMMARY: who said revenge wasn’t sweet.

WARNING: angst with a happy ending, bucky barnes. . . jumpscare fr. narcissistic behavior. 

GENRE: friends to lovers, exes!bestfriend, fluff & angst.

WORD COUNT: 4k

[PART ONE] [MAIN MASTERLIST]

Its been three months since you last seen Bucky or the whole team in general, how could you. Openly walk around after the new spread like wild fire. The Almighty Bucky Barnes, once the Winter Solider cheated on his girlfriend soon to be fiancé. The women he so proudly showed off the the first two years of their relationship.

Maybe it was for the best things didn't work out between the two of you. being in love with a men who was no longer head over heels for you, a complete and utter one side love story. Where there was never a happy ending, for you at least.

But who is he to tell you what to do, he cheated not you.

"Can you come over, I need help understanding this. I don't know why fury gave me this in the first place this isn't even in my grade level."

"He must trust you with it. cause there is no other way he would give you documents if he didn't think your were capable of doing them." Steve reassured you, placing a gently hand on your shoulder. Slowly rubbing your back side to side, glancing down at the documents.

He's really became the only person you could truly trust at the moment other then Wanda or Vision, who have been giving you weekly updates on what's going on at the tower with Bucky and his mistress.

Maybe it wasn’t sane to have your friend watch over your ex, but what could you do. He was the man you watched grow before your eyes, the man that was there for your twenty birthday when you had no one. He was the shoulder you could lean on, when times where down.

But where is he now, gone. Just like the rest of the people that came and went in your life.

No one special.

"you know you're going to have to face your problems sooner than later." Steve teased, pull out the shelf she called him over to arrange.

for the past three months they have became attached to each others hip. If you seen Steve, y/n wasn't far behind. According to Wanda it seemed like they were the better fit them what she had going on with Bucky. More to y/n's despair, your friends constantly reminding you that it was better off without the stress, of not knowing if the man you laid with at night truly loved you. maybe it was for the better, to be happy and healthy.

Could Steve love you the way you want to be love? a reoccurring question that bounced around in your head, was it to fast to move on from him. why did it have to be his best-friend.

He wouldn't see me like the way I see him, I'm his best friends ex. Why would he.

Why were you trying to push yourself on a men who cares for you. This wasn't worth it, the constant second thought, the longing looks.

The sweet gesture. He was just being a good friend, nothing more.

This is Steve who we are talking about, a golden retriever in a human body. You knew where is loyalty lied with.

"I'll rather ignore them till I can't anymore." You stated, rolling your eyes at the shadow of Steve. Who is he to tell you what to do with your life.

It's your life after all.

"it's not healthy though. It's better just to get it out the way, I can see your still stressing over it. you haven't been sleeping, I know it's the nightmares. You aren't getting better. I just want this best for you." He sighed out, with a grim frown. He couldn't watch you tear yourself apart thing of what ifs.

Things you wished you could have done differently, but you froze up. You weren't the women you so proud claimed you were. You loved to put on the front you were strong then what you truly were.

Buts it's tiring, wearing a mask. not being true to yourself or others.

It was a never ending cycle of pain, you lived.

a beautiful doomed love story.

A friendly little date, that was what this was. Steve proposed to break y/n out of her funk, she need to get out the house after being cooped up for the past months. It wasn't sane, if you asked him. To be real nothing she did nor the things around them were real sane or normal.

You needed a breather.

"Steve did you bring the wine?" You asked. Placing down the blanket under the London plane tree, kicking off the fallen leaves from the sheet. Placing down the basket as Steve frantically looked inside his carry on bag.

"Yes!" He exclaimed pulling out the bottle of wine, like it was a glorious treasure. with a spark in his eyes, and a big grin on his face.

"I'm not at forgetful as you think y/n." He taunted, shaking his head at you, plopping down on the ground right next to the now neatly placed out food.

"Whatever you say. You did for the spoons and fork though." You giggled sticking your tongue out at the man.

"You’re so childish." He grunted.

"But you like it" You retorted, knowing damn while you were right. Wanda told you mister Goldie had developed a little crush on you after you helped him with his artist block.

You became his muse, the one he was drawled to. The one that lights up the stars in his eyes. Was he guilty? Yes. For felling for the women he promised would never be able to have a hold on his heart again.

"Yeah I do, what are you going to do about it." Steve challenged you, with a sinister smile and a raised eyebrow.

Lose for words y/n stared at him like he grow to heads. This couldn't be real, when did he become so bold? Was it Sam or Tony? Which one would make it better. Neither.

Snapping out the little daze, something which in clicked. The feeling you have been pushing down for the past few weeks, the longing and need to be loved.

"oh a-lot , just you wait baby. "

Positive

Stained in big black letters POSITIVE , across the small mini screen. There was no changing it, no turning back. No reduces. This was it. It was the third test y/n took. The same results for everyone. This had to be a joke, this couldn't be true. Steve claimed he was unable to have kids do the to serums. So what is this?

Two lines; telling her something she didn't want to hear, this was a mistake. It had to be.

What was he going to think, what were all of them going to think of her, was she nothing but a cheap whore how go pregnant by her exes best friend. Something so low and grimy, that's what they would think.

But who were they to Judge.

Steve . . . Steve. Did he want to be a father? We're they ready for this. You finally came to term what was going on between the two of you.

"I can't do this." You sighed out. Shoulders slumped down crave into yourself, trying to protect you from the frantic thoughts that flew through you head. Was it worth it, would you be a good mom.

You weren't even as financially stable to support a baby, you could barely pay for yourself.

Wanda. She would know what to do with this. She has to know, you don't think you'll be able to do this yourself.

Pushing yourself up from the fetal position, you reached for your phone that sat on the corner of the countertop of the sink. Frantically scrolling through your call list you, finally came across her name.

Three rings is what it took for her to finally answer the call, "Yes love?" She asked, moving into the sit up position. As vision laid on the side of her.

"I've made a mistake Wanda." y/n cried out, throwing the test across the bathroom. While it slide across the floor to the corner of the small room, resting face down.

"what did you do? This time."

"Something I can't go back on now."

"What did you do y/n." Wanda snapped. Moving to the other room to give you and her more privacy. The Tension was unbearable. She don't like the long pause nor the vague answers she was receiving.

"I'm pregnant Wanda. I'm FUCKING PREGNANT!" You screamed out in frustration, on the verge of have a mental breakdown. How could your life flip upside down, with just one simple test.

"You’re what? Who's the dad, never-mind don't mind that we already know that answer."

"does he know? y/n tell he knows?"

"No why the fuck would he know. I just found out!" You growled, pulling at your hair.

"Okay y/n baby can you take a breather for me. In and out slowly." She tried to reassuring you. She felt the hostility through the phone, she called for moral support not to have another thing on her mind begging her to do the right thing and keep the baby and tell Steve.

"I'm trying. I'm fucking trying." You breathily sobbed out, pulling yourself together. Fixing the fallen clumps of hair your of your face, aggressively wiping the tear stained face, breathing in and out like Wanda course you in to do, to steady tour heart and have a clear head.

"Can you come over. I need you, I need my best-friend."

"Already one the way. Stay on the phone with till i goes there okay. I'll be there, and you want be alone okay babes."

"Yeah I can do that." you whispered, with a faint smile that pulled on the corner of your bloodshot lips.

"Now let me get this straight. You and Steve have been having frequent sex for the past few months, and you didn't expect to get pregnant?"

"No, we both thought it was fine because they said due to the serum he wouldn't be able to have kids. And we didn't need them because we are only seeing each other, no one else." You announced, tapping your nails on the table in a in consistent pattern, glancing around the room to avoid her piercing green eyes. To see the disappointment and concern for her best friend and future god kids health.

"You didn't tell me?! Me out of all people?" She asked dramatically rolling her eyes, slapping your thighs. " it's fine that, at least we both can go through this together." Wanda Insisted holding out her pink finger.

"I pinkie promise it will be okay, y/n."

"You can't guarantee that Wanda. But we can try." Clasping your pinkie with her, kissing the back of you hand with a great full smile. You couldn't ask for a better best-friend.

"Now how are we going to break this to Steve, I mean he has the right to know he'll be a father?" Wanda questioned, walking through the aisle of baby clothes and pacifiers, picking a pair of yellow onesies and a green pacifier.

"Honestly I don't know, I'm debating on sending a letter with the pregnancy test attached to it. But like ew, I might just straight up tell him. It's the better option."

"Not very creative is it?" Wanda laughed it, grabbing a teddy bear for her future god child.

"I think that should be enough." You said snatched the other three pair of onesies from Wanda's hand before her placed them in the half way fulled cart, "I'm grateful, but we don't even know the gender of the damn baby yet."

"You could never be fully prepared."

"You’re not wrong but let's hurry up so I can get this over with, I already told him to meet me home at 7:30, and it's 6:45 now." You calmly told her, pushing down the ache that climbed up your throat the more you thought about telling him. It was to soon be a father, if he wanted to say in both of your lives.

"Okay cutie pants," She giggled slap your ass, skipping to the line.

"This damn women."

The clock struck 7:30, as Wanda and y/n finished hiding the clothes in the spare room in your apartment, it seemed it slowly became the place where you and Steve lived, his music Collection scattered in the corner of the room, next your beautiful potted snake plant.

He should be here any minute, you could do this. It's like just ripping off and bandage and hoping the blood under stopped rushing. Wanda sat in the couch, slowly flipping through the pregnancy book she snatched up, when your weren't looking. You need her here, she was your moral support if anything went haywire.

The pounding foot steps approached the door, with the jiggle of his keys, slowly turned in to the lock. If felt like eternity watched the lock turn sideways.

Closing the door behind him, Steve stood there with a Bouquet of roses, with one of the biggest smiles she ever seen on his face. "Hey doll." He leaned in placing a peak on her awaiting lips, caressing her face. Pushing that one loose curly back behind her ear.

"Hey." You breathlessly breathed out, staring up at the man that stole your heart.

". . . Wanda, it's been a while." He greeted her, looking over your head, and the short ginger.

"Hi Steve. I'm let y'all be, since you have something really important to talk about. Y/n I'll be in the spare room if you need me," She reassured.

Leaving the pregnancy book face up, in open view for Steve to see it, if he glanced down at the table. In plain view.

"Stevie baby. . . I have something to tell you. Please don't get mad." You quickly rushed out, directing him to the couch. Sitting the farthest away from him, almost falling off the edge of the sofa.

Placing the bouquet of flowers in the empty vase, he cleaned out earlier this morning. Pushing the vase back into its original spot, breathing in and out. This could go both ways, you either wanted to break this off. It was only right. Or there was something else, something that could make it or break this relationship.

"Okay. What is it." Steve asked worried, watching your body language. They ways your shoulder were tensed up, the ways your body looked like it was caving into its self, the pricing at the nails and the long pauses.

"Steve this might be a shock, for the both of us really. But I'm. . . I'm pregnant," you blustered out, looking else where but his bright blue eyes. "It’s okay if you don't want this, I would understand." You quickly cut in before he could speak, not wanting to hear something you knew you weren't able to deal with.

"I. . . , y/n calm down. I'm not mad more surprised." He stated getting up, to reach out for you. But you flinched back screamed of being accused of something you didn't do.

"It's okay, it's just me. Baby it's okay, I got you." He reassured you pulling you into a tight embrace, rubbing your back in deformed circles.

"it's okay, I'm here"

" Your not mad?"

"No I'm not, I should have expected this. I mean it takes two to make a kid y/n. this is honestly a miracle if you ask me, I never thought I would be able to have kids ever." He revealed, looking off into the distant still rubbing your back. Placing a soft kiss you your head, with a faint smile on his lips. Maybe he could actually have the life he wanted.

"But how do you know it's your, I could be a whore damn if you know?" you cried out. Not believing this is happening, he couldn't be this caring and genuine. there had to be something he wasn't telling you.

"I know your not. You don't have to deflect and make excuses because you think things are to good to be true. It's okay to be happy for once. " 

"You don't to seconds guess yourself anymore. I'm here for you and this baby. Our baby."

"Just one big family huh?" You whispered out, slowly blinking sways the tears and self doubt. You could do this, for your and your some to be family.

"Our little baby." He grinned, placing his hand on your stomach. " For family." He whispered, glancing up at the ceiling. while you laid sound asleep in he's arms, curled up snuggle under this arms.

It's been seven months since you last stepped place in this building, four months since you found out you were pregnant. This placed brought nothing but good and bad memories. The memories of running through the hall as you and Natasha and Sam stole of Tony's blueberry carts or they hallways you caught your once lover, cheating on you with your so called best-friend.

Oh how the times have passed.

"Are you sure about this." Steve asked holding onto your hands, on the other arm carrying around your bag that hold your snacks.

"Yeah I am, we have to face the music sooner or later." You calmly told him, while rubbing on your small but noticeable bump. Something that Steve grow to love watching grow everyday, to so his girlfriend and his child grow into beautiful people. This was a gift.

Watching the floors count up, it felt like a hard hand gripped onto your neck slowly choking you out. It felt like nails were dragging up your throat everything you gulped, it was excruciating.

Already having Wanda and Tony prepared for you grand opening, they missed you. They might not say it but they missed having you wreck havoc in the tower. It became dull and lifeless, as they watched the man that broke down the women they cared for, freely walk around with no care to the world nor the woman he destroyed and disregarded.

"There's no turning back after this." he interrupted breaking you out of you day dream, the elevator strike 72 floor.

The elevator doors, slowly opened to reveal Steve and You holding hands, which came to a shock for the team. They weren't informed that you two became a thing. Especially since you were his best friends ex girlfriend. Mouths wide open with nothing but pure shock in their face.

Breaking the silence Sam came up and slapped Steve on the shoulders, "Long time no see buddy,"

Which helped the rest of them dispersed into the rest of the living room, distracting themselves from the elephant in the room. Steve and you were a thing, and Bucky Stood there at the elevator with nothing but a distaste look on his face, as if he was betrayed.

"What the hell is this?" Bucky accused pointing at the two of you, with disgust written all over his face.

"What tf does it look like idiot," You snapped not liking the hostility he was showing you nor Steve.

"It looks like my best-friend is fucking my girlfriend behind my back."

"EX GIRLFRIEND remember that, the one you ducking cheated on with my so called best friend. I've been waiting for his damn moment your dumb ass would open your fucking mouth and spiel nothing but hypocritical bullshit. Like your any damn better!"

"Calm down y/n it's not worth it." Wanda came up pushing pass Bucky stepping on his foot in the passing, rolling her eyes. Fucking man baby, childish. "We have more important things to say today, remember this is what you both came for. Remember you and Steve."

"Yeah your right, I'm not going to waste anymore time thinking about this dickhead and his lover." You snarky remark, glancing at Bucky and Natasha.

"Today we have you all gathered to tell you news that me and Steve have been holding onto," You told them, standing in the middle of the room with Steve by your side. Glancing down at your with a smile , filled with nothing but pure love. Anyone one to could see it, if wasn't hard to see. He was heads and heels in love with you. And same could be said for you, he made you embrace your flaws and grow to love yourself when no one else could.

"We are expecting."

"Expecting what to be exactly?" Tony asked glancing between the two of you, but mainly having his eyes in you, and you briefly stopped yourself from touching your stomach, and habit you grow.

"A baby duh, Tony." Wanda explained smiling at the group, as they cringed onto the words that came out her mouth. the room broke out into discussion about the baby and the some to be parents, as they talked they didn't keep a close eye on Bucky.

Glancing room the room, Steve watched the body language of Bucky, he looked like someone sucked the life out of him, he looked lifeless. just the shelf of the man he once was, nothing but dull man that was left behind. it was sweet revenge to watch them man that crushed you under his finger get the same treatment he gave you when he decide to step out the relationship and cheat on you.

It was bittersweet, to watch the man you once knew cling onto the life he once had.

Revenge was sweet but this was sweeter.

"To family." you whispered grabbing the hand of the man you came to love, and the small little family that was just starting.

the happy ending you deserved.

[wanderlustpeach]

Meant to be — bucky barnes.

PAIRING: bucky barnes x reader

SUMMARY: some people are meant to be, and some are not. theres never a inbetween.

WARNING: second guessing love, cheating/infidelity. 

WORD COUNT: 1.4k

[PART TWO] [MAIN MASTERLIST]

“He's the love of your life isn't he?"

"Yeah he is. He's just everything I'm looking for in a man." You sighed out glancing over at the man you called your boyfriend. The love of your life. Bucky barnes, the man that stole your heart. The man of the hour. The star of the show today.

It was his birthday.

"How old are you now old man?" You giggled, tapping on the shoulder of the birthday boy.

“one hundred six but whose counting. But you also know it's rude to ask someone age these days." He stated shaking his head glancing down at you, with his blue doe eyes with a smile gracing his pink plump lips.

“there he is! Bring him here!"

Glancing over at Bucky with a smile, " it seems you have been called upon my love. "

"No. Just plain and simple no. I don't do these things. I didn't even want to be here but u know how persistent tony is. could I really say no?"

"No buddy. I would just say get this over with the quicker the better for the both of us." Steve told him, with a grim look on his face. Sipping on his bourbon on ice.

"I never win do i."

"No now suck it up!" You laughed pushing bucky up to the stage with tony stood with his hands reached out, slowly grabbing it bucky climbed on stage. In front of staff and friend. He was the main star today. The main attraction.

"Today here, we have the almighty bucky barnes or former know as the winter soldier."

"I’ve retired front that name tony." Bucky cut in mid way through Tony's speech.

"Yeah, yeah what're ever anyways. We are here to celebrate his 106 birthday. He's kinda old if I say so." With the last remark tony pushed him off stage, " anyways back to me, I hope you all have an amazing party. Don't forget that I was the one who throw it."

"The one and only playboy millionaire tony starks."

As tony want on a rant about himself, you pulled bucky back to the small corner they once resided at was now filled with Natasha, Steve and Sam.

"Well isn't it the man of the hour." Sam taunted.

“Shut up bird brain.”

"Oh you want to go there. now do you." Sam antagonize ready to start problems. It was funny to him, to see Bucky all riled up. It was his own sweet medicine.

"Stop it Sam. not today." Steve told him jokingly, pushing his shoulder. Two people how act like they hate each other guts were attacked at the hip like no other.

"He started it." Bucky replied childishly, with his face scrunched up in a frown.

The hours flew by drink after drink, y/n was off her rocker. Quite out of it, as she clings onto for dear life. Scanning the room for her boyfriend.

"Where could he have gone." You breathlessly asked, looking around the room like a mad women. What man who let his significant other getting blackout drunk.

Overlooks the two couple in the corner making out, you slowly walked to your shared room. Never being the man and women a second glance. the man that looked oddly similarly to your boyfriend statuary and height. It couldn't be him or her. They would never do that to you. how could they, she’s your bestfriend.

Maybe it was your mind playing game with you, but the women looking oddly similar to Natasha. The women you called you your soul sister, the girl who break the fingers of you ex after he threatened to blackmail your nudes.

They couldn't do this to you. Could they?

As the night went on, bucky finally came to the room. Dazy and confused. Smelling of another's women perfume. A smell you couldn't wash from your brain. Vanilla, with a hint of musk.

"Hey baby." He smiled, staring down at you as you laid loosely across the bed you both shared.

"Where have you been?" You asked already knowing the answer, you had time to put it together. The smell, the bold red lipstick marks on his neck. Ones he didn't even try to cover before coming in the room. Like he was proud of his infidel. Like it was a long runny joke to him.

"I was with the boys. You know how they like to be." He reassure shrugging of his shirt, throwing it into the pile of clothes that was cascade across the floor in the corner of the room next to their three year anniversary photo.

Where did you go wrong? Was the sex, the clinginess, we're you to overbearing.

"come to sleep I missed you." you asked sadly overlooking, the pain u held in your throat as he bent down and kissed you with the lips, that touched another women. A women who wasn't you.

"Give me a moment. I have to take a shower, they boys really gave me a run for my money." He smiled shacking his head.

"Yeah the boys." you grimy said, looking above you at the ceiling, as a stray tear rolled down your cheek. Maybe just maybe this wasn't meant to be.

It's been weeks since the incident, you sweep it under the rug. With the false hope that thing would get better over time, maybe he would grow to love you like he used to. Maybe if his eyes didn't glow the way the used to at you, at Natasha. The women who acted like nothing happened between the two on the night of his birthday.

It was like they were playing you for the fool, the sneaky glances. The long touches and overly caring words for each other. It seemed like it was only them in the room.

Where did you go wrong, the million dollar questionnaire you replied in your head everyday.

"Hey bucky can we talk?" You asked as Steve was going over the strategy, with them. he had known had you been feeling, it seemed like he was the only one you could confided. The best friend of the man that was casually stomping out your heart, like it meant nothing to him.

"Can it wait for the second, we have t go over the plan." He irritating replied back, barely glancing up from the board.

"It's fine. I think it's best for your guys to talk." Steve pleaded , looking over at you with a smile grim smile. He knew what was coming, he could imagine all the drama and pain that was going to unfold in a the matter of a few minutes. To have yours and his world come crushing down at your feets. but who could blame you.

"Okay, let's talk then y/n."

"Some people aren't meant to be, maybe we aren't. maybe we aren't good for each other. " you cried out, moving out of his reach. He knew what was coming the moment you asked to speak, in a close off part of the tower. no cameras. no witnesses.

your were done, dried up. Tired, tired of grasping at something that was no longer yours.

"Doll we can work this out. I'll change. I promise." He cried out reaching for you. He couldn't loss you, it's was like losing a piece of himself.

"you can't fix what is already done. You cheated plain and simple. With the women you so called had a past with, the women who I called my best-friend." You screamed, shaking from the adrenaline rushing through you body, you had to leave you couldn't be here anymore. Not around him or her, who knows what could happen.

"it's for the better. Maybe we can work this out in a few years or months even. you need to fix yourself before we start being us again. "

"it's for the better." You whispered closing the door on the man you once called the love for your life. The man who claimed you were his world. the man who cheated, the one who stepped out the relationship.

maybe some people just aren't meant to be.

[wanderlustpeach]

One last kiss — steve rogers.

PAIRING: steve rogers x alien!reader 

SUMMARY: in which steve gives y/n one last kiss.

WARNING: angst, main characters death.

GENRE: angst.

WORD COUNT: 3.8k

[MAIN MASTERLIST]

The world they once knew was nothing but remanence of what once was.

The world around you was slowly but surely falling apart around you and the people you loved, not only be cause of the godforsaken titan that was dead set on cleansing the world 50% of the population.

You've watched the people around you, your family fall with the snap of his hands.

Thanos that man that was going to rip everything and everyone from the people that loved them and truly cared.

As you watched, the team around you plan on how to stop the inevitable that was coming, you made a promise that you where willing to keep with you till your last dying breath, to love and cherish Steve and the team.

They where splitting up into teams, to retrieve the stones in each timeline. There could be no flaw no matter easy it would be to stay in the time line, where nothing of this sorts happened, but in the it would still end up the same way it is now.

As many thought run though you head, you glanced down at the engagement ring Steve put on you hand, on the lovely night of your two year anniversary. They night was nothing but magic, and god so help you if you don't come back home to the man you loved.

"Y/N were you listening?" Stark asked glancing over to the you. a once was bubbly person now life in the shell of a dull unlife like person. a kid he once called his mini me. oh how the times have changed.

"Yeah stark, I was listening."

"Okay if you where listening, then who's team are you on then, no matter of fact what were we even talking about if you were so called listening?!" Tony retaliated back with fed up with the way things have changed. He has a wife a family now.

They were chasing after nothing but a fever dream, a delusion if you asked him. You cant change the past you can only move on from it.

"We don't have time for this bickering, we need to do it now. While we still have the head start." Natasha cut in. He once was red dyed hair had now grown out to her natural color.

She looked different, they all did.

Things changed, for the better or worse. You couldn’t decide with one it was.

"While your were off daydreaming, you were placed on the team with Thor and the raccoon. I mean rocket whatever you would call that thing."

"Not a raccoon," Rocket rolled his eyes, tired of being called anything then what’s he was.

"Okay," you mumble looking over the list of people that unfortunately were lost within the snap. Thousands, even millions of lives taken away. A mass genocide if you would call it.

"Lets get to it then."

Y/n couldn't sit here and dull over the past, she had to move on. She had the world to save, to stop man he started it all. A titan, a conquer.

Also they all got in position around Bruce as he put on the glove that tony made for the stones. Bruce looked around him at the people that were left and sighed thinking about all the people they lost.

As he slid it on the glove started to light up, as more light started to come from the glove Bruce broke out screaming clinching the glove around his fingers, as he tried to snap his thumb and index finger together, while in pain.

"Oh my god." You cried out moving to help Bruce, but was pushed back by Steve who looked down at you, with pleading eyes 'telling you not to help'.

But He couldn't lose you too, not here.

Finally Bruce was able to snap his fingers, sighing out in relieve while collapsing on the cold hard floor of they compound. Gasping looking down at the green gm an that grumbled and grunted in pain.

“Tony hand me the med kit." You plead to the older man that was standing near where it was placed earlier by you, just in cases someone got hurt trying to retrieve the stones.

As she helped with Bruce, Scott walked out looking at the butterflies and the sound of birds chirping in the air, as Clint's phone went off. As Steve signed with a small smile on his face, looking down at his soon to be wife. You, as you help Bruce the man that restored millions of people's lives back.

It seemed like the gods around them sensed the happiness coming from the far compound deep from population, it all happened in slow motion, as y/n glanced up to smile at her man a missile flew through to front window where Scott was just at, as more rain down on the compound. You gasped as the floor below you and Bruce caved swallowing you and him into the ground below.

As you body slapped against the hard and dirty ground below the ground, with Rhodey and Rocket as the ground below you grow wet, you glanced up to see that Bruce was holding the beams from the structure from falling on the four of you. While looking over to Rhodes and big gush if water comes down the small damp hole your guys where in.

"fuck me. . . " you cried out, trying to keep your head above the water as you pushed on your side that had a bar from the building stuck in your side. You gasped for more air you chocked up on more water that was pushed down on the three of you, the water flow down your throat, you began to feel lightheaded as the water became more. With the remaining strength you had left in you, you pulled yourself all the way over to the others who have some how became free from the rumble. 

Rhodey seen you struggling went over to help you move around the mess that was caused by the missiles.

"w — what are we going to do." you chocked out rubbing your now raw throat, looking over the mess that was made over on the battlefield.

"We fight, but more importantly we find a way out of here."

Somehow with the help of Scott you and the guys found and way out from underground, to only see sight of your significant other going hand to hand combat with the titan, Thanos.

"Okay we need to split up, I know this isn't ideal but we have to attack." You discussed the plan, looking over the remaining amount of people around. Counting into the fact that some on y’all wouldn’t make it out today. 

"I'm with you one that one this time, but only this time." Rhode declared. Watching as the aliens around you descended from the sky before you.

This might be your last mission, and you were fine with. This was for the greater good.

Taking off in different directions, you where heading you help a fellow agent, who seemed to be lacking behind must the others.

Glancing over in the corner of your eye, you seen Tony flying and dodging the flying debris that seemed to keep coming down upon the group. This was to much, even for the avengers. 

Within a split second you watch a glowing sphere descend from the sky, it was magnificent almost soul crushing. They were here, help was finally here.

Steve smiled at the sight of his friends, as the all aliens up behind him waiting for the go to fight, as you right the front to stand next to Steve to looked down at his hands smiling before taking it into yours moving it up to your mouth, kissing his hand.

"I love you so much." You whispered, not glancing over at him. You couldn’t, most were going to die here today.

"Assemble!”

It all happened so fast, you where fighting two aliens back to back, as you bend down on you knees as the alien jumped up in the air from a nearby rock, you rolled on your back stabbing the monster while it was in mid air, as you kicked the other one back into the rock the other jumped off. Knocking it off course as it shook its head.

Moving on to more aliens you seen that the titan was standing watching the slaughter happen, in the spare of the moment you thought about the friends and family you lost because of this man. Millions of other people and aliens her killed because he wanted it to be shaped in the way he wanted, with all force you ran up to the titan dodging and killing the surrounding aliens around you, finally as you descended to the man. She turned his head interested in the human before him.

"what bring you here child." He asked in a cold rustic tone, looking down at the human before him. With a scowl on your face, you launched the sword your where carrying at him. He easily Deflected the object killing one of his own pets, as he stood slamming into the other as he approached y/n with nothing but the look of murder on his face.

"You useless pitiful worthless child! How dare you. After everything I did for your worthless planet you call home." He yelled as he began to run up, side stepping his attack, you merely dodged a full on charge. He wanted you died, and that what he was going to get.

Thanos caught your side step by summon the ground around you, pulling you off ur feet slamming you down before him. You were now with reaching the the man that destroyed worlds and aliens alike, this would be no difference.

“You truly disappoint me. . . Oh how I hoped you would have been different little one.” He sadly replied. You could have had the world, any world if you had just asked him.

But betrayal can only do so much, something he couldn’t let you get away with. It had to be avenged with death, yours. 

"It seems. . . As though your time has ran out little one." He smiled with a. Wolffish grin. He would take pleasure in snapping very one in your bones.

The death a child her watched grow and become a women he grow to despise. Such a shame really.

Moving within the speed of light. Thanos wrapped his larger hands around your fragile and weak windpipe applying slight pressure on it staring you dead in your eyes with sorrow, this was hurting him more then you. He told himself. You were his child, a little girl he saved from mass destruction on her home planet, he cared for you even if it was with thought love.

You were his daughter. 

Watching as the color drain from your face as you gasped for air clawing at his hands, but it was inevitable. You were to die here, by his hands. Your own father figure. 

Choking up on the blood that began to fill up your throat, clasping for air that you so desperately needed. tears running down, the now colorless life drain cheeks. With the last bit of life you had left you released your hands from clawing at Thanos as blood clanged to the bottom of your nail bed.

"What a shame you became little one." He sighed letting your body hit the cold hard ground with such force that caused your body to shake and bounce back off the ground, with it slamming right back to the cold hard field, with blood flowing around your like a river.

He would leave you just like you left him.

"No!” Steve screamed killing the last aliens that blocked his path from you, tears streamed down his face with his nose flared. Sprinting fall force to were your body laid almost lifeless, grasping for life that was slowly fading from you.

Watching as the man you loved be bombarded with aliens life and right, as they avoided your body like it was the plague that deep through your blood. 

You did this to yourself, you could have stopped this if only you stayed by his side and never fall for the man. He sent you to do one job, to help Loki get the stone and return home. But you never truly followed the plan, you fall for a human that was way past his due date. A mortal you had a child with.

You gasped out clutching your sore broken windpipe, while the blood for the fight before blurring your eyesight. Looking up at the sky, watching the light show of the other fight around in the sky. At least your tried, that’s all that the matters right? That your tired to be better?

Skidding across the ground steve was finally here, in your last moments her was here with you. Glancing who at him the pleading eyes, bloodshot from the lack of blood and blood lost. This was the end, here. Right here in his arms.

"It’s okay. . . I got you. I’m here not baby.” He cried out placing a sloppy kiss on your forehead, tears blocking his vision for the war around him.

“Just stay with me okay. . . Please just stay.” He begged the gods to let you live, for him, no for you and your dreams you didn’t get to live.

With a small shake of head, he knew. This as inevitable.

A life for life. A price for the mistake you made. 

"Yes anything! Please god." He cries out, trying to rub the pain away which don't help but he couldn't just let you die, but what can you do when the people around you all die, nothing but move one.

" — steve.” You dragged out clutching on his hands with a death grip. You could feel the pull, the feeling for your body slowly leaving your body. The stranger was here, to take you home. 

“ a . . . kiss please that’s all I ask.”

“anything.” he weeped caressing your blood caked hair. 

Steve glanced down with sorrows written all over his face, you were gone. The life drained for your eyes, once his favorite color now a pale grey clouded eyes, with the hue of gloss within them. filled with unshed tears. bending down his stiff neck, angling his lips to place one last kiss on your now cold, blood stained lips.

Just one more last time.

the ending credits of one last time: hope and dreams.

"You deserved better." Y/N stated while, a smile graced her your face looking at Natasha.

"We all did."

while watching the funeral play on, Y/n grab a handful of flower petals, looking down at them with a smile sprinkled the remaining petals over the group as they watched their once friends lifeless bodies be placed 6 feet under.

“will meet again.” Y/n whispered, as a stray tear tan down her face. He will always be her Steve no matter what. To the end of the line.

“come on losers we have a game to finish!” exclaimed Pierrot as he held up the board game, shacking his head that the last members of the group.

“we’re coming hold on!”

“unbelievable if you ask me.” Natasha sighed rolling her eyes.

“what would I go without you.” She question, pulling her bestfriend by the waist dragging her to the group that awaited them.

“oh I don’t know die maybe.” She stated shrugging her shoulders.

“yeah maybe you're right.”

[wanderlustpeach]

A stark at heart — jon snow.

PAIRING: jon snow x reader

SUMMARY: in which jon snow, has to be remember he will always be a stark.

DISCLAIMER: this is been discontinued, there will no updates.

WORD COUNT: 1k

[MAIN MASTERLIST]

“wait... so your telling me Jon just gave up everything, everything your family Sansa the starks stood for and built to a Targaryen?”

“a outcast might I add?” Y/n questioned looking over her friends face, a face she thought she would never see after kings landing. The place that took away the man and seen as her own father.

“yes, I understand that your frustrated and furious. how to do you think I felt when the came here and spoke to me like I haven’t just got my lands back, after everything I did to gain it back. The pain and lost my family went through, just for him to been the knee to a tyrant. a god forsaken dragon queen.” Sansa ranted on about, rubbing her hands through her once bright hair.

“I’m just - I can’t even fathom a word to describe how I feel.” Y/n shake her head. Looking over the small knife that jon give her the last time they seen eachother, at the wall with her many other friends like Sam and Tormund. Oh she missed her giant big red-head friend.

“What are we going to do, we can’t sit here and let that woman walk over us!” Y/n exclaimed, she was tired of people taking from people she cared the most for, and she wasn’t going to let another person walk over her family.

“We can’t do anything! She has a dragon and half of our army are now dead, or not in Commission to fight another war. We lost, I lost everything to a Targaryen.” Sansa mumbled looking down at her shoes, she lost a person she just got back end the spilt of a few hours.

“We lost thousands of Northern men and women, people who were fighting for something they believed in.” Sansa proudly stated smiling of the memory of her now fallen friends.

“I know I.. we all lost someone we cared for, but to watch the man i loved for years blindly follow behind a woman who is also his aunt, as she kills millions of people and children. I can’t stand aside and watch.”

“I’m not telling you to stand aside, I’m telling you to watch who you tell to be careful.” She stated smiling pulling Y/n into a overdue hug. Y/n sigh into the hug, closing her hands around the small waist of Sansa back breathing in the Northern smell, with a small hint of lavender and wood.

“I’m going to miss you.”

“I know you will, who wouldn’t miss Sansa Stark, the eldest heir to Eddard starks line.” Y/n smiled at the rare sight of the old little bird she remember for she left with the hopes of finding a new life without Jon snow.

“What are we going to do, we can’t sit here and let that woman walk over us!” Y/n exclaimed, she was tired of people taking from people she cared the most for, and she wasn’t going to let another person walk over her family.

“We can’t do anything! She has a dragon and half of our army are now dead, or not in Commission to fight another war. We lost, I lost everything to a Targaryen.” Sansa mumbled looking down at her shoes, she lost a person she just got back end the spilt of a few hours.

“We lost thousands of Northern men and women, people who were fighting for something they believed in.” Sansa proudly stated smiling of the memory of her now fallen friends.

“I know I.. we all lost someone we cared for, but to watch the man i loved for years blindly follow behind a woman who is also his aunt, as she kills millions of people and children. I can’t stand aside and watch.”

“I’m not telling you to stand aside, I’m telling you to watch who you tell to be careful.” She stated smiling pulling Y/n into a will over need hug. She sigh into the hug, closing her hands around the small waist of Sansa back breathing in the Northern smell, with a small hint of lavender and wood.

“I’m going to miss you.”

“I know you will, who wouldn’t miss Sansa Stark, the eldest heir to Eddard starks line.” Y/n smiled at the rare sight of the old Little bird she remember befor she left with the hopes of finding a new life without Jon snow.

Pulling back from the hug Y/n got one more last look over her friend, and the room that was once her fathers. “ It’s not going to be a goodbye, it’s a long pause on a see you later.”

While rolling her eyes and shacking her her head at her friends antics, give her a small dainty necklace with a small direwolf in the middle with a words “always a stark” embedded in the the iron, “Sansa.” She gasped out, looking down at the small priceless item.

“Shh and go save my brother, bring the old jon back to us. For all of us.”

“I will, I promise you.” Y/n vouched willing, closing the door to Sansa bedroom, walking down the once light fulled hallways, which were nothing but ruins of the once happy life she lived only a few years ago with no doubt of the world changing in the matter of days or years.

They were no longer the small children that believed in happy ends and fairytale, with the small princess getting a golden knight in shining armor or the brave prince. All of those dreams were crushed when the blonde incest born king decided to take the life of one of the most noble and loyalties Lord’s realm life infront of a crowd of people who we’re nothing but blood hunger for entertainment.

“ I will get him back for all over us, and the north.” At the end of her words, smiling looking over the remains of the once beautiful Winterfell.

Stacking the rest of her belongings for the long time she has a head of her to Kings Landing, she was heading straight to the Capital on a mission of her owns. To get Jon snow to remember who he truly is.

A stark at heart.