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bbypeterprkr · 4 years ago

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𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦

summary ─ “it’ll be okay. i’m gonna make sure of it.” you sniffed as you buried your face into his tank top. his arms were an anchor around you, a cage that made you feel safe.

pairing ─ mickey henry x reader

warnings ─ exes to lovers, language, angst, fluff, kissing, no freaky things in this one, in the upcoming part however...... hmm

a/n ─ this is my first time writing a character other than bucky in this blog *sniffs* be easy on me? 👉🏻👈🏻🥺 hope you like it! please leave a comment if you do! thank youuu <333

𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙸

You were at your friend’s wedding. A wedding that they decided to plan it like it was a regular beach party. It was crowded. You probably knew only two─ three people. Four. You knew four people here, and he was the least person you expected to see. Especially what happened between you two, but it somehow made sense for him to be here. He was a DJ at the end, and he was obviously hired for the party.

Mickey was standing by the DJ booth with his headphones hanging on his neck. He was solely focused on the board in front of him, sometimes turning his attention to the laptop on his left. He was bobbing his head to the song, frowning a little when he focused even more to the changing beat.

He looked good.

His skin was shining with gorgeous tan he got throughout the whole summer, it was a nice, warm golden color. His hair’s gotten longer since the last time you saw him. It looked fluffy and soft, and suddenly you were burning with the urge to run your fingers through it. He had a light scruff going on; some whites were shining through the dark ones. He looked really good. You wanted to cry.

All the emotions you have denied yourself to let out were there, wanting to get out, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t cry at the first time you saw him after years. It would be too… pathetic. You took deep breaths, desperately trying to calm down and to send the tears back. When you felt you weren’t going to cry, you made your way to the bar to get yourself a drink as a reward.

“Can I get a gin tonic? Thanks,” you said, smiling at the bartender. The guy nodded politely. His hands worked fast as he prepared your order. In under a minute, you were sipping your gin tonic.

You were sitting at the very end of the bar counter when he came, all smiling. “Hey man,” he greeted the bartender. “Vodka? You know what I like.” The guy nodded like he did to you, but he was all smiley this time. It was obvious that they knew each other; probably from other wedding or party gigs, you thought. You watched him as he waited for his order.

He kept looking at his phone like he was expecting a call or a text. His eyes were wandering around, too. You felt a pang in your chest when the possibility of him having a girlfriend came to mind. Not that he wasn’t allowed to move on, it just hurt to see him move on this quick and that he looked like it wasn’t affecting him. You sighed. Taking a sip, you continued to watch him.

He was still wearing the rings you bought to him as a birthday gift. You knew he loved rings, so you thought it could make a great birthday gift, you were right. Mickey loved them so much so that he only took them off when he was showering. You smiled at the memory. Your fingers were tracing the small tattoo on your wrist. A matching one was winking at you from Mickey’s own wrist.

“Are you gonna pine after him all night?” You shrieked when you heard your friend’s, Rose, voice right next to your ear, making a couple heads turn.

“Fuck’s sake, Rose!” You frowned. “You scared me!” She rolled her eyes.

“You can’t pine after him,” she said, ignoring the stinky eyes you were giving her. You shrugged and returned to your drink. “He has a girlfriend, Y/N. Tell me you’re not gonna do anything.” You felt another pang in your chest, stronger than before.

“Girlfriend?” You murmured and heard Rose’s approving hum. “I wasn’t going to do anything, but thanks for telling me anyway.” You swore you could hear Rose’s taunting ‘huh’ in your mind, but in reality, she stayed silent.

“Whatever,” she said, waving her hand. “I’m gonna go see if Lara needs help with anything.” You nodded absently and watched her disappear in the crowd.

Girlfriend. He did move on. You swallowed the bitter laughter crawling its way out of your throat with the last of your gin tonic.

Your break-up wasn’t exactly messy, but it was expected. You saw it coming and tried to save it many times, but the effort was one-sided so, it didn’t work. You tried damn hard to make it work, though. You wished he’d make some efforts, too, sometimes. It wasn’t a secret that you haven’t moved on from Mickey; a small part of you would always be in love with him in a way, you knew it. You were only thankful that he didn’t go and cheat on you or something while you were still together. You grew apart, that was what happened, and then you had to move away from Greece, and he didn’t stop you…

Sighing again, you signaled the bartender for another gin tonic. You weren’t going to drink your emotions away and get drunk, that’d be absolutely the worst thing you could ever do. This second glass was your last, and then you were going to make up an excuse and walk away.

You thanked the bartender when he brought you your drink. You started sipping it while you searched for Rose so that you could excuse yourself. The wedding part of this party had happened already, so there was no reason for you to stay. Quickly finishing your drink, you looked for Rose only to find her by the altar, talking to a guy you didn’t know.

“Hey, Rose,” you called out to her. “I’m leaving,” you said when she turned to you. A frown sat between her brows immediately. “Alone, fuck’s sake. I had two drinks and I wanna go home before it’s too late. Alright?” The frown didn’t disappear, but she nodded.

“Alright,” she said. “Let me know when you’re home, though,” she added.

“Sure,” you agreed. You could do that. “See ya later.”

─

You decided to walk home through the beach. The sound of the waves and the smell of the sea always calmed you down right away. Tonight wasn’t so different. You hugged yourself. It wasn’t cold although there was a breeze. You didn’t mind, though. It was a nice change after the burning heat of the day.

Walking slowly, you closed your eyes and breathed in deeply. It was peaceful. You forgot how nice this walking-on-the-beach-at-nights thing felt. A smile made your lips twitch. You exhaled slowly, shivering pleasantly when the breeze licked your skin. You were away from the party now, and with the music gone, it got quiet and, like it was possible, even more peaceful.

You smiled.

“Wait!” You froze. “Y/N!”

No, you thought. You didn’t want to deal with him. No, please. I’ll cry, no.

“Hey,” Mickey said when he caught you. “I, uh, didn’t know you were going to come to the party,” he added. His fingers were already playing the short hairs of his nape. You gave him a forced smile and nodded.

“Last minute decision,” you murmured, not bothering to go into detail. Mickey nodded, too. He looked like he wanted to say something but couldn’t, or didn’t know how to. You didn’t pressure him. You just wanted him to go because you didn’t want to cry when he was with you. He didn’t deserve to see you vulnerable anymore.

“Well,” he started. “I’m actually glad you came,” he said, chuckling lightly. You frowned. He’s glad? That’s new, you thought. Mickey hummed softly, seeing the slight frown appearing between your eyebrows. “I wanted to talk to for a while, but you changed your numbed and moved away, so I couldn’t,” he explained. You stopped in your tracks. Taking a deep breath, you tried to swallow your tears away.

“What do you possibly want to talk about, Mickey?” You asked. Your voice was angry and a little shaky. You could feel the lump in your throat. Mickey sighed.

“I wanted to apologize, Y/N,” he murmured. He played with his fingers, pulled on his bracelet and sniffed lightly. He was nervous. You clenched your jaw. “The way we ended was… bad. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it to end that way.” Then, he rolled his eyes. “I didn’t even want it to end, actually. It just happened.”

“What?” Your frowned deepened. “You didn’t want it to end? What the hell are you talking about, Mickey?”

“It was a misunderstanding!” He exclaimed. “Look, we got distant, yes. It was…” He exhaled harshly. He suddenly looked tired, like he was about to cry. “I have a kid,” he murmured. “A son. He’s six, and I’ve been trying to get his mother to let him see me. There were some legal shit I had to do, and then I learned that he got sick. I didn’t mean to get distant, but I did, I know my mistake.” Mickey lifted his head; his baby blue eyes were teary, and they looked earnest, soft and sad. You bit your lip. “I’m sorry for not telling you that I have a kid. I’m sorry for closing in and for getting distant.” He took a deep breath and stepped into your personal space. His fingers brushed your knuckles. “I’m sorry for letting you go. I should have stopped you, should’ve been honest to you. I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

You looked down at your hand where he was still brushing your knuckles with his fingers softly. Your chin was trembling, and there was no stopping your tears: They were running down freely. “Why…” You started but had to cut yourself and clear your throat. “Why would I believe you?”

Mickey nodded slowly. “You have every right to not believe me,” he agreed. “I can show you his pictures. The paperwork? I’ll do anything to get you to believe me, Y/N. I’ve never wanted what we had to end like this.” You sniffed.

“Picture,” you whispered. Mickey immediately reached for his phone and opened the gallery. He scrolled down a little and clicked on a picture, and then turned the screen to you.

“His name is Hector,” he said. You grabbed the phone, eyes already taking in the details.

The little boy had his hair. It was chestnut brown, fluffy and slightly curly. He had brown eyes, a cute nose and a chin dimple like Mickey’s. He was smiling in the picture, and you could see the resemblance. You smiled when you saw him wearing a Scooby-Doo t-shirt.

“He’s cute,” you murmured, handing him the phone. You watched his lips stretch wide for a smile as he, too, looked at the picture briefly. The love and adoration were obvious on his face, and fatherhood would look great on him, you thought. “Looks like you.” His smile widened.

“Yeah, his mother isn’t happy about it,” he grumbled and then rolled his eyes. You hummed. Mickey locked his phone and stuffed it into his pocket. “I’m sorry for not telling you about Hector earlier.” You shrugged. It had been years, you didn’t have the right to get mad.

“It’s fine,” you whispered. Sniffing, you looked around. “Go back to the party,” you told him. “Your girlfriend might be looking for you.” You ignored the slight venom your voice was carrying.

“Girlfriend?” Mickey said, grimacing. “I’m single.” You looked at him.

“No need to lie, Mick,” you murmured. “It’s fine if you have one.”

“But I don’t?” Mickey muttered something to himself. “Who told you that? Was it Rose?” Your eyes snapped at his, giving him the answer he was looking for. He laughed bitterly. “Your friend is into me. So, she’s keeping everyone away from me.” He shook his head like he couldn’t believe this was happening. “I rejected her a couple months ago, and since then she’s been a bitch to me.” Then, he gave you a side eye. “Sorry.” Shrugging again, you continued to look at him.

“Rose?” You asked. He nodded. You frowned for a couple seconds, and then rolled your eyes. “Fuck’s sake.” Mickey gave you a questioning look. “She was way too happy when I told her that we broke up.” He snorted. When you started walking slowly again, Mickey was quick to adapt your pace.

You walked on the beach for a while like that: Mutual and peaceful silence, calmness on the air now that each other’s presences’ were soothing you both in a way. You took deep breaths. You didn’t know what you were supposed to do with this new information that was dumped on you. You didn’t care that he had a son although you would have appreciated if he were to tell you while you were dating, but it was okay. You sighed.

“I wanna try again properly,” Mickey said, abruptly. “If that’s what you want, too, of course.” He gave you a small smile when you turned your head to look at him, shock etched on your features. “I never wanted it to end, I told you. I’m willing to try again and willing to make up all the pain I’ve caused unknowingly.” You turned to him.

“I’m scared,” you said, and you were. You were scared that you’d get hurt. The first months after your break up were the worst, and you didn’t want to go through those times ever again. With shaky hands, you held his ring clad ones. “Mickey, I’m scared.” He cooed at you.

“Ssshh,” he whispered. His arms were wrapped around you in a blink. “It’ll be okay. I’m gonna make sure of it.” You sniffed as you buried your face into his tank top. His arms were an anchor around you, a cage that made you feel safe. You took a deep breath, filling your lungs with his faint cologne. “I’m gonna make everything right this time. I promise.”

After a short while of silence, you heard him taking a deep breath.

“While we’re at being honest thing,” he murmured softly and slowly, like he didn’t want to ruin this moment. You frowned lightly, pulling back to look at his eyes. “There is someone else that I think you should meet.”

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#fic recs!

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bbypeterprkr · 4 years ago

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a long overdue apology

I’m not even sure where to start.

To everyone who has stuck around during my absence: thank you and I love you.

From the bottom of my heart, I am truly sorry.

I never planned to be gone for more than a week, let alone almost 2 years. During my time away, I have been in and out of the hospital for mental health reasons but I finally feel like I am in a place where I am ready to slowly become more active on here and get back to writing/graphic making.

In order to get back into the swing of things, I will be taking blurb requests :) I’m not sure if anyone will even see this haha but I’m thankful for those of you that do read this.

Happy to be back!

xx Micah

#micah's thoughts

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bbypeterprkr · 6 years ago

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sorry for being MIA

the day i got back from vacation, my appendix burst so i had to have emergency surgery to have it removed. since i’ve been feeling a little better i’ll be working on part 2 of “Got it Bad” so hopefully i’ll be able to post it on tuesday or wednesday. thank you for your patience!

micah xx

#micah's thoughts #personal #delete later

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bbypeterprkr · 6 years ago

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Shawn at the Verizon Up event last night in NYC

Credits: dianaaaa.p

#um wow #canadian prince #shawn mendes

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bbypeterprkr · 6 years ago

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I loved your Bucky imagine got it bad!!! Can’t wait to read more. Love your writing so far. You’re doing amazing. Keep up the good work 💖

you’re so sweet, thank you 🥺🥰

#anon #asks

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bbypeterprkr · 6 years ago

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Two Times

Summary: You are done trying to fix your failing relationship with Steve.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1,545

Warnings: angst, language, cheating, bad writing (oops)

A/N: This fic is loosely based on the song TOOTIMETOOTIMETOOTIME by the 1975. as usual, constructive criticism and feedback are greatly appreciated. requests are open!!

He was late. Again.

He had been promising you all week that he would be back in time to take you out. How could he possibly have forgotten about you on your own birthday? You had noticed that Steve started spending less and less time around the apartment. At first, he said that he was called into a late meeting with Tony. Then, it was that he was assigned a last-minute mission and that he wouldn’t be home for a few days. Today, he hadn’t even called to tell you where he was.

You glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. 11:02.

Finishing off the bottle of Dom Perignon, you kicked off your heels and dragged yourself to your room to get ready for bed. Just as you had finished taking off your makeup and tying your hair up for the night, you heard the front door slam. You just climbed into bed with your back facing the door. Less than two minutes later, you heard your boyfriend stumble into the room. You felt the bed dip and then two strong arms wrap around your waist.

“Hey, baby. What’re you still doing up?”

“Couldn’t sleep. Where were you?” You turned around in his arms to face him. You noticed that he had these odd red stains littered on the collar of his shirt and his lips were stained pink.

“Just out with Sam. He just got back from a month-long mission in Munich so we decided to get a couple drinks.”

A couple. Clearly, it was more than that. This man absolutely reeked of whiskey… and perfume, which obviously didn’t belong to Sam. You spent a moment, trying to figure out what you were going to say until you blurted out

“You forgot.”

“Forgot? Forgot about what?”

You didn’t say anything. You just watched as the wheels started turning in his head. Then it finally clicked.

“Oh fuck, Y/N I’m so fucking sorry.”

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it.”

“No, it’s not okay. I’m the worst boyfriend ever.”

All you could do was look at him. You could tell he genuinely felt bad. But this wasn’t his first offense. You knew he didn’t deserve to be forgiven but you just loved him so much it hurt.

“No, you’re not. Just… don’t let it happen again okay?”

“It won’t. I promise. I love you so fucking much, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Steve.”

It happened again.

The morning after your birthday, Steve had been going on and on about how he was going to make it up to you on Saturday.

“First, I’m going to take you out to breakfast to that diner you love. Then, we can go to the museum. We haven’t been in a while and they have this new exhibit that I think you’d be interested in. After that, we can come home and watch Disney movies for the rest of the day.”

You had been sitting at the table by the window for about half an hour. You texted and called Steve a dozen times but still hadn’t received a response. At this point, it was embarrassing. You had started to receive pitiful glances from the other patrons of the diner.

Fed up, you flag the waitress down and asked for the check. You refused to sit there and let yourself wallow in self-pity. You were going to give Steve a piece of your mind.

Once you reached your apartment, you threw your keys down on the table and dialed your boyfriend’s number. It kept ringing and just as you thought it was going to voicemail, he picked up.

“Hey Y/N, what’s up?”

“What’s up? Are you kidding me right now Steve? I can’t believe you.”

“Here we go again. What did I do now?” He said as if you were the one bothering him. You scoffed in disbelief.

“I have been sitting here, waiting for you at this diner for 30 minutes. Where the hell are you?”

There was silence for a moment and then you heard it. A woman’s voice.

“Steve… who are you with?”

“A friend. She texted me last night asking if I could help her move a few things into her new apartment and I said yes. What’s the big deal?” He said nonchalantly.

“Steve, please don’t make me ask again? Who are you with?”

“... Peggy.”

You felt your blood run cold. Steve was alone with Peggy Carter in her apartment. Things started to make more sense. That's where the red stains came from. They came from her lipstick.

“You know what, forget I even said anything. See you at home, Steve.” You hung up before he got the chance to respond.

By the time you got back to your apartment, Steve was already there, pacing in the living room. When he saw you come in, he immediately ran up to you and grabbed your hands.

“Baby, please don’t be mad at me. I just wanted to be helpful. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“Didn’t mean to upset me? Steve, you ditched me, again, just to help another woman. And not just any woman, your fucking ex-girlfriend.”

“Peggy and I are just friends. Please just trust me on this.” You just looked at him. Really looked at him. Behind his eyes, there was no sincerity. He was lying. He wasn’t really sorry. You were too tired to argue.

“I trust you, Steve.” He hugged you close, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I love you, Y/N. I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”

You really wished that he wouldn’t make promises that he couldn’t keep.

The next morning, you woke up to an empty bed. You were disappointed but not surprised. You decided to just go on a run to blow off some steam. You had to have a clear mind before you made any decisions. Part of you knew you should leave. You knew that your relationship was beyond the point of repair. But the other part of you, the stupid part of you wanted to stay and make things work. Steve had been such a significant part of your life for so long, you were scared of what living your life without him would be like.

You hadn’t been paying attention to where you’d been going when you bumped into something or someone. They caught you before your body could hit the ground.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I should’ve been paying attention to where I was going.” You said, letting out a breath.

“Don’t worry about it, doll.”

Doll? There was only one person who ever called you that and you hadn’t seen him since you both graduated college. You finally looked at the man’s face and your suspicions were confirmed.

“Bucky? No fucking way, what are you doing here?”

“I got a new job downtown, so I’m back home for now. How are you, Y/N. You look great.” You just blushed and thanked him. Before you met Steve, you and Bucky sort of had a friends with benefits relationship going. You both had always been attracted to each other but were forced to go your separate ways after he got a job in Atlanta once you graduated.

“What have you been up to? Are you seeing anyone special?” You felt your face drop. Steve was the last person you wanted to talk about right now.

“Yes, actually. His name is-”

“Y/N?”

Your head whipped around to see Steve walking towards you… with Peggy. You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

“Steve, what are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing, who’s this?” He asked looking Bucky up and down. Sizing him up.

“Steve, this is Bucky a friend from school. Bucky, this is Steve… my boyfriend.” Bucky smiled and extended his hand to Steve.

“Nice to meet you, man.” Your boyfriend just stared coldly at him.

“Yeah, likewise. Y/N, can I please talk to you for a second?” Before you could even answer, he was dragging you over to a nearby park bench.

“Explain.” He demands, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Excuse me?”

“What are you cheating on me or something? Who was that guy? I don’t like the way he was looking at you.”

“No, I’m not cheating on you, you idiot. Bucky’s an old friend. I find it very bold of you to accuse me of cheating when I could ask you the same thing.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” He grumbled.

“Oh, I don’t know what I’m talking about? What I do know is that there is something going on between you and Peggy and that you don’t love me anymore. At least not how you used to.”

He finally met your eyes. He looked guilty. But he didn’t deny anything.

“Baby, I’m so sor-”

“Don’t apologize. I know you don’t mean it. I’m going to head back to the apartment and pack a bag. I’ll be back for the rest of my things later.” You felt your eyes start to sting with tears but you refused to cry in front of him. He wasn’t worth your tears.

“I truly am sorry, Y/N. You deserve better.”

“I know.”

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bbypeterprkr · 6 years ago

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I don’t get it why would people ever make fun of Freddie’s teeth when he has one of the best smiles on God’s green earth

#freddie mercury #queen #angel

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bbypeterprkr · 6 years ago

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i'm the anon who asked if you had another account on here. it's so good to see you and your works again! i was a huge fan and was so sad to have lost my bookmarks (i didn't have an account to follow you with at the time). i'm so, so, SO glad you're back! and thank you for putting these masterpieces up again!

you have no idea how happy that makes me, i’m glad you enjoy my writing :’) you’re so sweet. ily anon 💗

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bbypeterprkr · 6 years ago

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Partners in Crime

Pairings: Steve x Reader

Summary: Reader is the youngest one of the Avengers (19), has the ability of psychokinesis (moving objects with mind) and problems with her mother. And Steve’s adorable.

Warnings: Little bit of angst + age difference for some of you?

Words: 1,1k

A/N: I actually wrote the mom-problem parts while having a fight with my own mother, so in that way they might not have effect on all of you, but they are kind of personal for me. I hope you like this one as well, I really enjoyed writing it and remember to send me requests xx

I sat in a corner of a big sofa at the Avenger’s Tower, rubbing my face with my hands, my heart beating like a drum and my breathing unsteady.

“Y/N?” I heard a soft voice calling my name and saw Steve standing in the doorway, a worried frown crossing his face.

“Oh – hi Steve,” I mumbled before forcing myself to flash him a soft smile, “I thought you went training.”

“Yeah I’m about to, I just came to have a snack,” he nodded towards the kitchen, letting out a soft laughter, “I’m starving.”

I laughed quietly. “Tony ordered some pizza, and I stole few slices from him, they are at the counter. You can have some if you want to – it’s really good.”

“Is Tony aware of this little thief act of yours?” He laughed, rising his eyebrow.

“He may not be, so if I were you I would watch my back while eating it,” I laughed, smiling innocently. “Otherwise he will think that you stole the pizza from him.”

“Well, I guess we’re partners in crime from now on,” Steve laughed, frowning then slightly. “Everything okay?”

“I – uhh,” I mumbled, running my fingers through my Y/H/C hair, before sighing deeply. “No, not really.”

The worry on his face got deeper as he walked closer to me, waving towards the sofa. “Do you mind if I – “

“No, no – of course not,” I shook my head, giving him an approval to sit next to me.

“So –“

I shook my head. “It’s nothing really, I’m sorry. I mean I just – it’s kind of hard thing to explain, you wouldn’t understand.”

Steve smiled softly, rising his eyebrows. “Try me.”

I breathed in heavily, biting my lip. “I just had a fight with my mom. Again.”

Since I was the youngest one of the Avengers, only 19, the others had very nurturing relationship towards me. They all saw me as their little sister and treated me in that way. – Everyone but Steve at least. He was the only one who didn’t treat me like a child, but who knew that I was able to endure the missions – and be an Avenger to begin with, despite my young age.

“It’s seems that after the whole Ultron thing she – umm, doesn’t approve me being part of the team. I mean, she never approved it in the first place, but it seems to be getting too much for her. I know she’s just worried, but I’m not a child anymore, I can do this and –,“ I gulped thickly as I felt tears ascending to my eyes. “You know, before I became part of the team, I had nothing. Really. It was just me, alone, with the ability of moving things with my mind,“ I let out a dry laughter, “and I was always the freak. The weird kid who only had a few friends, who didn’t even have time for me so every single day I went straight from school to home, having this crazy dream about how one day everything would have changed. Dream about that one day I’ll learn how to use my gift and make something good out of it. And now that I have it all, now that I’m finally happy,“ I let out a nervous laughter as tears started to roll down my cheeks, “now that I finally really have something and people around me who care about me and make me happy, she wants me to stop. To come home and be that lonely circus freak again.” I sighed, wiping the tears off my cheeks. “And I can’t do that. I won’t do that.”

I flinched as I felt Steve’s hand landing carefully to my shoulder. I raised my head and saw him smiling softly, his eyebrows slightly frowned as he looked at me warmly.

“I’m not very good at giving advices,“ he laughed softly, “but I agree with you. You are not a child anymore and you are justified to make your own choices. Your mother is probably just very concerned, but Y/N, you are part of us now. You are an Avenger and no one can take that away from you,” he gave a talk, laughing then carefully. “Except you – I mean, we are pretty messed up group after all. I mean – a green giant, flying metal-man, god and lord knows what else – I totally understand if you are the one who wants to run away and never come back.”

“Yeah about that,” I uttered slowly. “I – uhh I got to go to the bathroom,“ smiling brightly, I stood up, pretending to leave.

A surprised laugh escaped my lips as I was pulled back to the sofa by grinning Steve. I spun around, and fell right next to him, laughing.

“I won’t let you leave,” he laughed, tugging my hair carefully behind my ear.

I felt my breath rising as I realized how close we were, his hand still on my waist as his other caressed my cheek, our faces just inches away from each other’s. I nipped my bottom lip between my teeth and saw a glint in Steve’s blue eyes as he leaned slowly closer to me, giving me time to pull back if I wanted to.

But I didn’t. I tilted my head slightly and closed my eyes, as I felt him pressing his lips against mine for a soft kiss. I laid my hand to his chest, feeling his heart beating at least as hard as mine, perhaps even harder – if even possible, and tangled my other to his hair, pulling him closer to me to make the kiss deeper. He chuckled softly, wrapping his both hands to my waist and lifted me to straddle him, without breaking the kiss even for a moment.

“You have no idea how long I have wanted to do that,” Steve smiled as we finally pulled apart.

“Is that so?” I smirked, rising my eyebrow.

“Yes,” he breathed out, smiling brightly. “I just – wasn’t sure if you felt the same way as I.”

I laughed softly, laying my head to his shoulder, his hand caressing my hair gently. “The feeling is very mutual, Cap.”

He smirked, placing his fingers under my jaw and lifted my head so I could see his face. “Well now that I’m aware of that, do you think that we could, you know, repeat our actions?”

I laughed, laying my hand on his cheek to lead him closer and kissed him softly. And just as our lips met, I heard someone calling out my name, sounding annoyed. I grinned, hopping off of Steve’s lap.

“I guess Tony finally found out,” I laughed with an innocent smile on my face.

“I promise to defend you,” he chuckled. “Partners in crime?”

“Partners in crime,” I laughed, before rushing out of the room grinning like an idiot.

#fic recs!#i loved this so much aw

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bbypeterprkr · 6 years ago

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can you do B19 and B45 pleaseeeeee

You didn’t specify a person so I just did Peter, I hope that’s okay :)

B19: “Your hair’s so soft…”

B45: “We could try cuddling”

You were grabbing the last of the snacks from the kitchen when you heard your boyfriend, Peter, call from the living room. He had been complaining about a bad day at the Stark Internship so you insisted on having a movie marathon to lift his spirits.

“Y/N, come look.”

When you walked in the room you were met with a giant pillow fort. All you could do is shake your head with a smile.

“Wow, babe. You’ve really outdone yourself this time.”

Peter just blushed in response and slid over so you can sit with him under a pile of blankets. You handed him the bowl of popcorn and he wrapped his arm around your waist, kissing your head as he pressed play.

“What are we watching?”

“The Polar Express.”

“But Pete… it’s the middle of May. Christmas isn’t for another 7 months.”

“Hey! No one said Christmas movies are only meant to be watched in December. Besides, it always cheers me up.”

Halfway into the movie, you noticed that Peter was still pouty and not back to his normal self.

“Baby, you’re still not feeling any better?” Peter sighed and shook his head in response. All you could do was frown in response and try to think of a solution. You hated seeing Peter down, especially since he always tries so hard to keep other people happy.

“We could try cuddling, that usually seems to do the trick.” He smiled and the small action made your heart skip a beat. That was the first time he’d done that all day. He pulled you down so you could cuddle into his side. You wrapped your arms around his waist as he pulled you close and buried his face into your hair, taking a deep breath.

“Mmmm, your hair’s so soft. It always smells so good. You’re like my own personal pillow.” You just smiled into his chest and hugged him tighter.

“Thank you for staying with me today Y/N, you have no idea how much I appreciate you. I love you.”

“Anything for you, my sweet boy.”

Send Micah prompts, she’s sooooo bored.

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bbypeterprkr · 6 years ago

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Got it Bad (Part 1)

Summary: After weeks of not seeing each other, you and your best friend, Bucky, are finally reunited. (i suck at summaries I am so sorry lolol)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: bad writing, angst (?)

A/N: this is the first thing I’ve written in like 2 years. constructive criticism and feedback are greatly appreciated. let me know if you guys want a part 2 or if you’d like to be added to my tag list!!

You were sitting quietly in the corner of your favorite coffee shop, reading your favorite book. You had finally had time to yourself after having two full weeks of missions. You’d been going to this cafe since you were a little girl. It’s familiarity gave you a sense of comfort. You and your closest friend, Bucky, had agreed to meet here at 5:00pm sharp. It was 6:15.

Just as you were about to take out your phone and shoot him a text, you heard the bell hanging over the door ring signalling that someone had entered the shop. You glanced up and the person you had been waiting for finally arrived.

“You’re late.” You said, standing up to greet your friend. You crossed your arms over your chest and shifted your weight to one foot. Bucky saw past your angry façade and stepped forward to give you a tight hug. This is the first time you had seen him in a while since he was sent to London on a separate mission.

“How’ve you been, doll? It’s been almost a month since we’ve talked face to face.” He sat down looking through the menu placed in front of him. You took this time to admire his features. You had always thought Bucky was incredibly handsome. The moment Steve introduced you to him, you were mesmerized by his steel blue eyes and his perfect, dark hair. You never voiced your opinion, though. It would be a bit inappropriate seeing as you worked together and you didn’t want to jeopardize your friendship. You didn’t realize you were staring until Bucky spoke up again.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” He said with concern written all over his face. You quickly shook out of your daze before replying. “Yeah, I was just… thinking.”

“About what?” He put the menu down and gave you his full attention. You were caught off guard by his question and had to make up an answer on the fly.

“I was thinking about how much I missed my best friend.” You said giving him a cheesy smile. He just chuckled and shook his head. “I missed you too, doll. I was thinking, since we haven’t hung out in a while, why don’t we we visit the carnival, tomorrow? It’s in town for one more week and it’ll give us some time to catch up.” He asked with a hopeful look on his face.

You gave him a look of approval. “You’ve got yourself a deal, Barnes.” He just smiled excitedly at you.

While Bucky was ordering his beverage, you decided to go to the restroom to freshen up. While you were washing your hands, one idea kept replaying in your mind. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to pursue a relationship with Bucky. You both already knew so much about each other so you wouldn’t have to go through that awkward “getting to know you” phase. You got along great. You were two peas in a pod. All you had to do was see if Bucky possessed any romantic feelings toward you and everything would fall into place.

You quickly dried your hands and exited the restroom. You were about to go back to your booth, when you saw the shop manager, Margot, sitting in your spot. You and Margot were good friends seeing as you were a frequent customer. She was a nice girl. She and Bucky were laughing and seemed to be having a good time. You didn’t want to interrupt so you quietly walked over to the table to grab your coffee so you could wait for Bucky. Unfortunately, you were unable to slip away unnoticed.

“Oh, Y/N! How are you? I didn’t even see you come in.” Margot smiled at you with her perfectly straight teeth. She was one of the prettiest girls you had ever seen in your life. She was also one of the kindest. When she wasn’t busy running the coffee shop, she was busy donating to local homeless shelters or reading to underprivileged kids.

“Hello, Margot. It’s great to see you, but I’ve got to get going. Buck, I’ll be waiting outside. Have a good night, Margot”

Bucky didn’t acknowledge you but you knew he heard you. You stood right beside the welcome sign by the door. You played multiple games on your phone to try to help pass the time. You even resorted to digging through your purse to throw out all of your old receipts. By the time Bucky finally exited the shop, your bag was about a half pound lighter.

“Took you long enough.” You said jokingly to your friend. He let out a light laugh. “I’m sorry, Y/N. We were in the middle of a hilarious story about her little brother getting a fishbowl stuck on his head. I didn’t realize the time.”

“Yeah, yeah. Apology accepted. Let’s just head back to the tower.”

You were in your sleeping quarters getting ready. Tonight was the night that you and Bucky agreed to go to the carnival. Your hair was styled to your liking and your makeup was perfect. You wore a stylish pair of distressed boyfriend jeans with a cute halter top and comfortable shoes. You looked as if you tried, but not too hard. Once you were satisfied with your look, you made your way down the hall to Bucky’s room. You gently knocked on his door and waited for permission to enter. A couple seconds later. The door flew open to reveal Bucky. He wore a neatly pressed suit jacket, shirt, and black dress pants. To top it off, he donned Italian leather loafers. Confusion was written all over your face.

“Um, Buck… don’t you think you’re just a tad bit overdressed for the carnival?” Just as the sentence left my lips, his eyes widened in shock.

“Oh my gosh, Y/N. I am so sorry. I completely forgot that we were supposed to go to the carnival tonight. Margot called and invited me to the theatre tonight.”

Ouch, that stung. You thought to yourself. You felt your heart break just a little bit. You couldn’t help but feel disappointed. Two hours of getting ready were wasted and now you had nowhere to go.

“No. It’s okay, Buck. Go out and have fun. I’ll be fine.” You said, trying to avoid eye contact in fear that your eyes would reveal your true emotions. He placed his hands on your shoulders. “Are you sure? I could always try to get you a ticket to the show.”

“I’d rather not be the third wheel. I promise I’ll be okay. Enjoy your night.” You said, offering a small smile. He gave you a quick hug before walking towards the exit. “You’re the best Y/N. I’ll make this up to you, I swear. Bye doll.” And then the door shut behind him.

It was that exact moment that you realized something. Bucky Barnes was actually going on a date. With a girl that wasn’t you. You weren’t completely sure how that made you feel. But, you did know one thing.

You had officially been placed in the friendzone.

#timezone reblog #:)#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barns imagine

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bbypeterprkr · 6 years ago

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I'd love to practice writing so I can improve. Please send me some prompts :) regular requests for fics are also open!!!

200 Dialogue Prompts

A. ANGST:

“I think we should break up.”

“You aren’t who I thought you were.”

“I don’t even know who you are anymore!”

“Why can’t you look at me?”

“What’s wrong?”

“You want to be with him/her/them, don’t you?”

“You promised you’d change!”

“Am I not enough for you?”

“What is so wrong with me?”

“I’m sick of trying.”

“I don’t want to be just friends.”

“I can’t trust you anymore.”

“I can’t even look at you.”

“Your problem isn’t me, your problem is _______” (Fill in the blank)

“I’m always wrong, aren’t I?”

“You said this time it’d be different.”

“Please give me a chance.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“I wish I’d never laid eyes on you.”

“I don’t love you anymore.”

“We can’t keep this up forever.”

“You make me feel so small.”

“Don’t leave me like this!”

“Don’t ever call me again.”

“Talk to me, please.”

“Don’t push me away.”

“This is your son/daughter.”

“I think I need a break from you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I can’t promise you anything.”

“It’s better this way.”

“The baby… it’s yours.”

“After all this time, and you still can’t look me in the eye?”

“I can only blame myself.”

“I was only pretending.”

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“This is all because of you!”

“I don’t feel the same way.”

“Just go!”

“Please stay.”

“What aren’t you telling me?”

“It’s okay, you didn’t know.”

“Don’t tell me to keep calm!”

“I’m keeping the baby, with or without you.”

“I need to be alone.”

“Stop calling me.”

“I can’t remember why I ever loved you.”

“Don’t apologize; I know you don’t mean it.”

“I can’t believe what you’ve done.”

“I don’t need you, I’m fine on my own.”

B. FLUFF:

“Quit stealing all the pillows!”

“You want a bite?”

“Give me a second and I’ll show you.”

“You’ll play this game with me, won’t you?”

“What should we name him/her?”

“Have you ever played in the rain?”

“Is it hot in here or is that just you?”

“Why are your feet so cold?”

“Ride the Ferris wheel with me?”

“There’s room for two/three!”

“Stop that, I’m ticklish!”

“Put your finger here while I go get the tape.”

“Here’s my number!”

“You want chocolate or vanilla?”

“Your hands are so warm!

“Are you sure you’re not tired? Because you’ve been running through my mind all day.”

“You’re sweeter than candy.”

“You smell really nice.”

“Your hair’s so soft…”

“You’re my new pillow.”

“Can I rub your back?”

“If nothing lasts forever, will you be my nothing?”

“I think I love you.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Hold my hand.”

“It’s not morning yet.”

“Stay for a little longer…”

“Of course I’m happy! How far along are you?”

“You’re so beautiful.”

“I’ll always be here for you.”

“You are my love.”

“You were right here all along.”

“Do you want my coat? It’s really cold out here.”

“You don’t need keys to drive me crazy.”

“Do you want to get dinner sometime?”

“Call me whenever… no really.”

“You’ve got flour on your cheek.”

“Sorry… your hair was in your face… thought I should move it so I could see you better.”

“You don’t have to leave so soon.”

“You could put your feet in my lap, you know.”

“I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

“We’re pregnant!”

“Are you science? Because I’ve got my ion you.”

“We could try cuddling.”

“Stop being so cute.”

“Are you okay?”

“Our relationship is the most important thing in my life.”

“You can sleep, I’ll keep you safe.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything.”

C. HURT/COMFORT

“I came as soon as I heard!”

“Get back in bed, you’re not healed yet!”

“I’m not leaving your side.”

“I don’t care, I’m not staying in bed!”

“You can put your cold feet on me.”

“Want me to hold your hand?”

“Move as little as possible.”

“Hey… you’re awake!”

“Stay close, please?”

“Don’t look at me… I’m sick!”

“I think I’m going to puke…”

“I’ve never felt worse.”

“Does it hurt badly?”

“Don’t move, I’ll get help!”

“I’m so tired I can barely move.”

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Can you see me?”

“I’m coming for you, don’t move!”

“Want some tea?”

“Can you please stop eating that? The smell is making me nauseous.”

“Where are you? Tell me where you are.”

“Morning sickness isn’t always in the morning.”

“Eat your soup before it gets cold.”

“I want more noodles… that’s just broth and you know it.”

“Can I have a glass of water?”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Yes, I’m taking care of them. They’re coming home with me.”

“Do you want me to get more blankets?”

“Did you have another nightmare?”

“Can you come pick me up?”

“Just breathe. Breath with me.”

“Where did all those bruises come from?”

“Talk to me. You can’t take on all of this alone.”

“I think I have a band-aid in my purse…”

“I’ll need something stronger than this.”

“Stop telling me you’re okay.”

“The sight of blood makes me pass out.”

“I’m in the hospital.”

“Just keep pressure on it.”

“You should probably eat something.”

“Oh hey… you’re here.”

“Oh, don’t cry. I hate it when you cry.”

“You don’t have to sleep here just because I got admitted.”

“You’re burning up.”

“When’s the last time you slept?”

“Hey, hey… it’s just me.”

“Calm down…”

“Because I care about you!”

“I don’t know where I am!”

“How drunk was I?”

D. LEMONS (Under the cut)

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#prompt list #micah's thoughts

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