#mcu beautiful words challenge

[the-canary]

Summary: Neither of you thought there were things the other was so afraid of. 

Pairing: Enhanced!Reader/Steve Rogers 

Status: Complete

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Part 2 

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5 

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10 

Epilogue

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Serendipity

Serendipity: A Winterwidowhawk Fanfic

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count:  1710

Warnings:  angsty, probs some adult themes.

Synopsis:   There has been a lot of terrible things that Natasha, Bucky, and Clint have had to endure, but they’ve all lead here.

A/N:  For @until-theend-oftheline ‘s #MCU Beautiful Words Challenge using the prompt Serendipity.

Serendipity

Serendipity: The chance occurrence of unfortunate events with a beneficial outcome.

It was a long and dark path that led here.  Each thing, both large and small aligning just right so that one day the four of you would decide that you didn’t care anymore.  You had had enough and people could say what they liked about you, you were due some god damn fucking happiness and you would take it when you could.

The first was clear and not many people knew about it.  In 1928 an infant girl with bright red hair was taken from a Russian Orphanage and brought to a facility known as Krasnaya Komnata.  It was here the very first cog was put in place.  A girl barely able to raise her head had been selected to become an assassin and super-soldier.

The next one was less clear.  What point in Bucky Barnes’ life could you point at and say; ‘That there is the reason you became the Winter Soldier’.

Certainly, if he hadn’t he’d likely have married, fathered some children and died of old age while you were still getting driven to and from school.

Maybe it was the experimentation that he went through when he was first captured by HYDRA.  Without that first lot of serum, it would have been unlikely he’d have survived when he fell from the train.  Or was it before that?  When he had signed up for the army in the first place.   Maybe it wasn’t even his doing?  Had his friend Steve Rogers not signed up for the super-soldier program, and not then been made to perform like a circus animal, he’d have never been in place to save Bucky from HYDRA that first time.  Nor would he have been there to give his mind a shake the second time either.

Definitely, the fall was an important one.  When Sargent James Buchanan Barnes was listed as lost in combat and no one went to search for him.  When he was dragged through the snow, bleeding from the stump where his arm had been torn from his body, his body broken and shutting down.  When HYDRA pumped him full of serum and froze him, thus marking the start of decades of torture and mind control.

Next came Bucky’s transfer to the KGB.  Maybe it wasn’t as important to the two previous things.  Had a young ballerina not taken pity on the brainwashed assassin maybe she wouldn't have been so curious about his memories when Steve had brought him into the group.  Maybe she wouldn't have lingered as long as she did in the room when he was there waiting for him to acknowledge her.  If that same assassin hadn't in turn taken pity on the ballerina and held himself back from the unspeakable acts that he was ordered to perform as part of her training, maybe he wouldn't have been so keen to earn her forgiveness for the things he hadn't been able to control.  Maybe they wouldn't have circled each other the way they did.  Like two moths that were drawn to an open flame.

Or maybe that attraction they had might have been there either way.  The Red Room did leave its mark on both of them, that much was true.  Marks like that are hard to cover up and it did affect their later connection.

The next thing that happened was two boys who had bounced from one abusive home to the next finally bounced their way into a traveling circus.  The older of the two had a talent for pickpocketing and grifting that the circus decided they'd exploit.  The younger had a talent for acrobatics and archery that the circus decided to encourage.  

When the skills of the older bothered the younger enough he turned and Shield grabbed him.  ‘Hawkeye: The World’s Greatest Marksman’ became ‘Hawkeye: Agent of SHIELD’ and the next cog fell into place.  Had Clint and Barney Barton not been beaten daily by their father, Barney would never have taught Clint how to take that beating and keep getting up.  Had their parents not died in the car accident Clint and Barney wouldn’t have found themselves in that home with yet another abusive man.  If he hadn’t beat them, they wouldn’t have run and stumbled into the circus.  Without the circus, he’d have never learned archery.  Without archery, he wouldn’t have been recruited by SHIELD.  Without SHIELD… well, things would have turned out very differently indeed.

You see if Clint Barton hadn’t joined SHIELD it would have been someone else that had been sent to kill the Black Widow.  If that had been the case, well, more than likely the one who had would have been Coulson or maybe Hill.  They would have just got on with the job and Natalia Romanova would be buried in an unmarked grave somewhere in Russia and the rest of you would be traveling down completely different paths that probably would have never intersected.

It had been Clint though.  Clint who saw things others didn’t.  Who grew up with criminals and abusers and was good at detecting the intentions of other people.  Who could read past the lies and see the real truth in people.  It was Clint who had made another choice.

That choice had meant that Natasha had joined SHIELD.  That the two of them became friends.  Best friends.  Friends with benefits.  That when the time came that SHIELD fell they took the leap into the Avengers together.  Being in the Avengers meant being near Steve Rogers.  Being near Steve Rogers meant that when the Winter Soldier had finally shaken off the shackles of what HYDRA had made him, they were near Bucky too.

The three of them spent a while circling each other.  More like water down a drain than sharks around prey.  The problem was that a lifetime of abuse makes forming bonds difficult.  It’s hard to know what the appropriate level of affection is.  It’s hard to accept it when you expect it to be taken away or used against you.  It’s hard to interpret your own feelings.  So two would sleep together but not admit feelings, while two would dance around a dark past they were both too scared to admit to, and one guy just really had this thing for the scary dude with the metal arm and shit that was new, what could he do about that?

Would anyone say it was worth it?  That all the pain and suffering, all the lives that had been lost on the way were a fair price to pay for what they had now? Each one of them would change any of their pasts or the pasts of the others if it was in their power to do so.  It wasn’t that the price was fair, it was more a sense of relief that after all that, they’d found a safe place to fall.

There was still one piece of the puzzle missing.  For three people who are too scared to follow their feelings and too fucked up to recognize what they mean do not make a relationship.  There was one-quarter of the equation missing.

You.

You hadn’t had quite the ride they had.  In comparison, it was positively mundane.  There was no HYDRA or KGB in your history.  No assassin school or circus.  No one had been sent to kill you nor had you ever been sent to kill anyone else.  Maybe that’s what they needed though.  They needed the bad stuff to end so they good stuff could finally take over.

They definitely needed a coffee.

People with that level of trauma often have trouble sleeping.  Especially when they avoided doing anything to actually treat it.  Instead of sleep, they dosed up on caffeine.  Which for them meant coffee, which brought them to you at the coffee shop around the corner from the Avengers Tower.

Initially, they came for the coffee.  Over time they each realized they kept returning for you.

It wasn’t that they realized it was a romantic thing, to begin with.  Maybe the romantic parts of them had died off a long time ago anyway.  They just knew there was something about you that made them feel better.  More comfortable in the space they occupied.  More open to actually being happy.

There was no way of explaining it fully.  Maybe it was the fact you intentionally wrote Bucky’s name wrong on the cup every time, which delighted Clint.  Clint’s light-hearted ribbing led to Bucky’s relaxing into the fact that he might actually have friends.  Maybe it was the latte art you did on Natasha’s coffee that made both Bucky and Clint would tease her about it.  Maybe it was the free cookies.  Or the refills.  Or the fact they just really loved the way you actually seemed to light up when they came in.  That a normal everyday person might be excited to see them.  Not because they were famous.  Just because they were them.

Maybe it was that you were just that right kind of normal that showed them how they could make their own kind of normal.

Which is what they did.  First Bucky spoke to Natasha and they got all their baggage and unpacked it together until they felt they could be something other than people hurt by the Red Room.

Next Clint told Natasha how he felt.  How he really felt.  Not just about her.  About himself and Bucky and even you.  Natasha wanted Clint to be happy above almost everything else and she realized that maybe that meant she needed to find her happiness too.

Then the three of them asked you if you'd like to hang out sometime.  Maybe get a drink.  Not coffee.

And then, and then, and then...

It was Serendipity.  A whole lot of horrible things that all played an important part in getting to the good part.  Which was this.  Four people together in a way a lot of people didn't understand.

No one else needed to.  You understood.  This worked because they needed it to, so they made it work.

“Pchelka, can you get some warm water?”

Natasha’s voice echoed through the apartment in Bedstuy you all shared.  You got up with a groan and made your way to the kitchen.  “What’s happened?”  You called back.

“Clint got his tongue stuck to James’ arm.”  She replied.

You laughed and shook your head as you turned the faucet on and waited for the water to heat up.  “Not again?”

“You might want to hurry, darling.  Clint’s trying to pull himself free.”  She called.

So… maybe there might be some more accidents along the way.  That was life after all.

[jae-sch-writes]

Lunchtime in Solitude

Characters: Sebastian Stan x Reader (more platonic than romantic), MCU cast

Word Count: 808

Prompt: Solitude- a state of seclusion or isolation

Genre: angst

Warnings: ostracism (I think that’s it; let me know if I missed anything!)

A/N: This is for @until-theend-oftheline Beautiful Words Challenge! I am so sorry that this is up so late! I was trying to make sure I got it right! I’m so so so sorry again! Also, I’m sure the MCU actors wouldn’t actually leave someone out, this is just for the purpose of the story! Edited by Grammarly, but any and all mistakes are my own an no one is to blame for them but me, myself, and I.

Despite working on what could possibly be one of the biggest movie sets in the world, you still felt alone. Nothing hurt more than eating alone every day at lunch when everyone else was eating together and talking and laughing at whatever joke someone -probably Chris Pratt- made. Eventually, you just stopped trying to join in on the fun. Every day, instead of seeing if anyone saved you a seat, you went straight to your trailer. Some days, you didn’t even stop to get the food provided, you started bringing your own lunch and supper every day. You wondered if it was even intentional. Maybe you were just that annoying that they made a point of excluding you from their lunchtime discussions. You knew that you were just reading too much into it, but that didn’t stop that little voice inside your head from saying otherwise. There was one day that Sebastian noticed you heading for you trailer before even grabbing a plate of the Chinese provided for the cast and crew. He made a point of bringing it up that day during the conversation, but everyone just told him that you preferred to eat alone.

The next day, Sebastian made a point of asking you to join him for lunch, but you declined. You said you didn’t want to intrude on anything that he and everyone else already had going on, but thanked him for the offer before retreated back to your trailer. Sebastian didn’t mind that you had rejected his offer. What he did mind was how you had used your acting skills against him. Your voice had said that you were fine with eating by yourself in your trailer, and you sounded convincing. Your body language and facial expressions told a truth that he knew was actually a lie. He could see the real truth in the thing that’s the hardest to control while acting: the eyes. Your eyes told a completely different story than the rest of your body. They told him that you thought he was asking out of pity. They said that you were hurt by no one asking you sooner. They explained that you had gotten used to being excluded and isolated from the rest of the cast. Your Y/EC had told him that you had become accustomed to the solitude that lunch had brought you. It broke Sebastian’s heart to see you like this. You didn’t deserve to be secluded from the group. You were a wonderful person who always tried to help everyone who needed it. He was even mad at himself for not noticing you were never there sooner. He was mad at everyone else for never inviting you to sit with them. There were so many inside jokes that you weren’t a part of, all because they ostracized you. There were multiple conversations that he knew you would have made an excellent contribution to. So many things were wrong with this situation, and he wanted to at least try making it up to you. The following day at lunch, he grabbed his food and made his way to your trailer. He decided he was going to eat lunch with you, or at the very least, not eat lunch with everyone else. When he knocked on your door, you were surprised. No one ever interacted with you during the lunch break, however, when you opened the door, you weren’t shocked to see who was standing on the other side. Sebastian stood there. “Can I, uh… Can I come inside?” “Yeah.”  You opened the door wider for him to enter. He stepped inside and after you sat down on the floor in front of your couch, he sat next to you and saw that you had a movie playing on the TV. “Whatcha watchin’?” “American Assassin.” “Nice.” You sat in silence for a while, eating your own separate meals. He had the sushi that provided that day and you had leftover spaghetti from the night before. “Sebastian-” you started, startled by your own sudden break in the quiet atmosphere around you. “Yeah?” “Why’d you come here?” “What do ya mean?” “I mean, you usually eat lunch with everyone else, so why come here to eat with me? I just sit here and watch movies.” “Because I realized how we were treating you and it’s not fair. I was actually disgusted to see the pain in your eyes when I asked you yesterday to join us. You don’t deserve to be excluded like that, no one does.” “Well thank you, Seb.” “Of course, Y/N. I’ll come here every day if you’d like. I just don’t want you to feel like you’re alone. So if you want me to, I’d like to eat lunch with you from now on, just you.” “I’d like that, I’d like that a lot.”

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[jewels2876]

True Colors

A/N: This is my entry for @until-theend-oftheline MCU Beautiful Words Challenge - I took the prompt IRIDESCENT - little did I know how hard describing a person with that word would be! So I took it in another direction, thinking about the things that are iridescent and well…  

Word Count: 810

Warnings: sweet fluffy fluff

Your life could never be called boring; you had a natural zest for life. You loved being with people, around people, among crowds, and even sometimes when you had just a moment to yourself. They inspired you; they made you crave… life! No, life was never boring for you.

When you met Sebastian though? Life stayed the same but he colored your world in ways that made your heart sing and gave your soul joy.

Like when you both got caught in a rainstorm as you had left the gym, your second official date. He pulled you into his arms to huddle under your umbrella. You laughed at him, teased him about melting into a puddle. Then you took your umbrella down and danced, watching the sunlight glistening in the raindrops. He rolled his eyes and made fun of your dance moves before insisting you run into the nearby coffee shop to dry off.

“Do you always dance in the rain?” he had asked with his eyebrow quirked and a sly grin on his face.

“Only when I have a really dorky guy who’s willing to join me,” you had sassed back. His laugh was deep and short, before he leaned over to kiss you, your first kiss from him.

*

Or that autumn day when he had driven you to a meadow scattered with wildflowers. He had set up a gorgeous picnic; as he popped open the bottle of champagne, the sky grew dark before pouring buckets on top of you. You squealed and laughed, running to the car with the basket. Sebastian ran behind you with the blanket and champagne bottle. You both groaned at your horrible timing with Mother Nature again, sipping the bubbles, waiting for the rain to stop. It lasted only 26 minutes (someone had to time it!) and produced the most beautiful double rainbow.

“That’s a good sign,” Seb whispered against your lips just before he kissed you senseless that day.

“A good sign for what?” you asked when you finally got your breath back.

“This,” he laid a small key in your hand with a shy grin. “Move in with me?”

*

Or your wedding day. You had scoured the earth for the perfect dress; you found it and paid for it, knowing his exact expression when he saw you for the first time. Except when you got to the beach destination you both wanted, the dress had been torn to shreds on the plane. You had been heartbroken and demanded (quite irrationally for you) that planes never allow animals anywhere near wedding dresses while in cargo! You made do with a shimmery white dress you found on the island; Seb’s expression was still the same as you had imagined. His eyes crinkled as his smile lit up his face, his white suit shown brilliantly in the sun. The dress hadn’t been perfect but the day had been, and more importantly the man you chose was perfect for you.

“You’re glowing,” he had whispered as you stood across from him. Neither one of you were paying any attention to anyone else.

“You too,” you whispered back. “I love you.”

*

And the first snow day with your first child. You had bundled up little Abby in the snowsuit his mom had sent. Seb was showing her how to make a snow angel by sitting down, then laying down to move his arms and legs. Abby watched her dad and giggled at him, her toothy grin making her look so much like him.

“Come on baby girl, you can do it!” He sat her down next to him. She wildly swung her arms in the air as her little legs stayed still. She batted her lashes at Seb.

“Abby, look at Mommy!” Your phone was extended as you tried to fit all three of you into the photo. Abby waved her arms again, almost knocking the phone out of your hand. All three of you giggled as you snapped the picture.

Seb tried one more time, setting Abby down in the snow, then laying her back. She waved her arms and legs again with glee. Seb lifted her in his arms, and pointed at the tiny angel in the snow. “See baby girl, that’s a snow angel.” He rubbed his nose against her cheek sending her into a new giggle fit.

“Baby!” She pointed down. Seb’s startled expression met your smirk. Abby pointed down again and said it again “Baby! Momma!” She squirmed and Seb let her down, watching her march between his snow angel and hers, all the while pointing and babbling “Baby, momma, momma, baby.”

You reached out a hand; Seb took it and pulled you flush against him. Even with your puffy jacket, his empty hand traced the path from your cheek, skirting your chest, ribs, and hip before rubbing little circles over your stomach.

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[queen-of-the-avengers]

Unbreakable Bond

Characters: Chris Evans x Reader, Tom Hiddleston, Scarlet Johansson, Chris Hemsworth, minor characters

Word Count: 1,107

Warnings: all fluff, some angst about drowning

Summary: A relaxing day at the lake with all your friends turns into something much more than you bargained for.

Square Filled: Drowning

Author’s Note: This is for Kari’s @until-theend-oftheline  MCU Beautiful Words Challenge! My word was Vertigo: a sensation of whirling and loss of balance, associated particularly with looking down from a great height; giddiness. I also found this prompt on Instagram, and with the author’s permission, I turned it into a oneshot! I know the post says it’s for Peter, but I changed the pairing! This is also for @marvelangstbingo and I know it’s late, but it’s here. If you have any requests, please send them in! This is unbeta’d and any and all mistakes are all on me.

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One of the benefits of having Chris Evans as your best friend is that whenever he goes somewhere for a convention, interview, or just on a vacation, he brings you. You two have been best friends since the first grade ever since Tyler Romp stole your apple juice fight from your hand. Chris came over with a mean face and pushed him down. Granted, it cost him recess, but it was worth it.

There was this special bond you two shard that no one else would be able to have. In middle school, everyone was teasing him because he’d never kissed a girl while at a slumber party with one of his friends. The next day, he came over to your house where you planted one right on his lips. It was also your first kiss, but you were glad to have shared it with him.

In high school, he dated many girls, but he never forgot about you. Once a week, the two of you would go do best friend stuff despite his girlfriend’s hating you when they realized they wouldn’t have what you two had. When Brandon Johnson asked you out, you were so excited that the quarterback wanted you. He and Chris were friends, and he knew the real reason why he did. When Brandon broke up with you, Chris was there to fix that broken heart.

In college, Chris was studying to be an actor, and when he got his first gig, you knew he had to leave. It was painful to watch him go, but you never lost contact. Chris was your best friend, and he will always be that. At least as friends, you knew he would always be there for him.

It happened right after you two shared your first kiss that you knew you wanted to be with him. There was no other man that even came close to being as good as him. Even as an adult in your thirties, you and Chris never lost that bond. There was a time where the two of you wanted to live together because there wasn’t a moment you two weren't together. 5 years later, and you two have never been happier. But that’s all he’ll ever see you as, a best friend.

He had taken you on many trips before, but he has never taken you to Hawaii. He and the rest of the Infinity War cast wanted to go somewhere to celebrate the success of the movie, and Hemsworth picked Hawaii. Most of everyone was here, even the Russo brothers made an appearance for a few days before they had to go back to work. While this was all fun and games, you and Evans always had time for each other.

The rest of the cast could see just how perfect the two of you were, but neither you or Chris would admit your feelings for one another. Maybe one day, but right now, you were focused on night dying of fright. Hiddleston and Hemsworth thought it would be a great trip to go hiking for a few hours before hanging out at a huge waterfall with a big enough lake attached to it to have some fun. Everyone including Scarlet, who hated heights, jumped off the cliff next to the waterfall. Everyone but you.

Standing on the big rock, you looked down to see everyone blow cheering you on. Being this high up, you started to feel dizzy, but you knew that you had to jump. Your heart began pumping louder and louder, you were afraid the beat would shake the ground you were on.

“You can do it!” Hemsworth yelled.

“If I can do it, you can!” Scarlet added. Evans waited for you to jump, but when he saw the look in your eyes, he knew you needed help.

“I’m going to see if she’s alright,” he said before swimming to the edge. Taking the quickest way up, he met you on top to see you shaking like a leaf. “Hey, are you okay?”

“I can’t do it,” you panicked as you backed away. “It’s so high. I’m feeling dizzy.”

“Hey, look at me,” he said as he grabbed your shoulders. Looking into his eyes, you started to calm down. “I’m right here. Would I ever put you in danger?”

“No,” you sounded like a small child.

“Then you have nothing to worry about. The lake is deep enough where you can’t hurt yourself, and it’s big enough where you won’t jump on anyone. I’m not going to force you to do it, I’m just saying it’s perfectly safe.”

“Will you do it with me?” you asked, grabbing his hand.

“Of course, I will,” he chuckled before walking to the edge with you. “She’s gonna do it!” Everyone started cheering you on like the supportive bunch they were. Squeezing Chris’ hand, you took a deep breath before nodding. He started counting down, and when he reached one, the both of you jumped off at the same time. Screaming from excitement, you landed in the water with a big splash.

Because you were a little heavier than most girls, you sank deeper which meant you had to swim more to get to the surface. Not realizing just how deep this was, you began panicking when you couldn't breathe. Using your legs and arms, you pushed to get to the surface, but it seemed so far away. Opening your mouth, you were about to let in a gulp of water when you felt a familiar set of hands grab you. Chris was able to pull you to the surface, and when you could, you took in a deep breath before opening your eyes. No one seemed to notice just how much you were panicking which is why none of them held concern.

“You did it!” Hiddleston smiled with a clap.

“Yeah,” you coughed.

“You okay?” Evans asked with a worried look.

“I’m fine. You’re here so I’m fine,” you said as you clung to him. He smiled as you both swam to the edge, hauling yourself up onto a rock.

“When we get back, I need to talk to you, okay?” he whispered to you so that none other could hear.

“Okay. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I just want to tell you something,” he smiled before standing on the rock. “Alright, why don’t we head back because I am starving.” Everyone cheered for that notion and started to pack up their things. All that was on your mind was the fact that you almost drowned, and that Chris wanted to talk to you. What does he want to say?

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[asgardian-goddess-of-writing]

The Non-Platonic Way

Fandom: MCU Ship: Thor x Reader Rating: Mature Warnings: Adult Language and Content, Implied Smut Tags: MCU Beautiful Words Challenge, Fluff, Angst, Smut, Nightmares, Amazing Underwear

Summary: On a cloudy day when you’re missing the God of Thunder, you remember how exactly you finally got the love of your life

Word Count: 3490

Written for: @thing-you-do-with-that-thing

A/N: This is for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing’s MCU Beautiful Words Challenge! My word was Petrichor (The pleasant, earthy smell after rain). Y’all… I also want to say I’m sorry for this. I wanted to write more and write smut and a cool concept but it just wasn’t working out. But I might write a couple extensions for this. Hope all of you like it anyway!

Sitting on the maroon window seat in your room looking out the window, you were lost in thought. The sky was cloudy, looking as if it might rain. The sight made you happy but sad at the same time. You had always loved rain since you were young, and that love grew after you met the God of Thunder. Thor. He had fascinated you ever since you laid eyes on him. His look, his voice, the way he talked and moved... You were so far gone, there was no hope in getting you back. And then, that fascination grew quickly into love. But there was no way that a god was interested in you. You were just a girl from New York that just happened to be an Avenger after Nick Fury heard of you, recruiting you into SHIELD and, later, the Avengers after The Battle of New York. You were able to control and generate all four elements ever since you were born.  Your powers were what you thought would be the only thing that the god would like about you but you soon realized that you were wrong. A few months ago on a cloudy day just like this one,... ~~~~ Flashback ~~~~ You were crying and staring out of the window. The Battle of New York had gone down a couple of weeks ago and... it affected you greatly as you had just awoken from a nightmare. It was of you, and the other Avengers, fighting the Chitauri and that damn portal was still open with aliens flying through it. They were never ending. The scariest part of the nightmare came soon after. You had defeated the aliens in your area and when you looked to your right, you saw Steve and Natasha fighting. But an alien that was on some short of flying thing came by, shooting both of them. You screamed and took down that alien, as well as the others, before you ran as fast you could over to them. They were clinging onto life but there was so much damage. You looked up with tears in your eyes, which was a big mistake. You saw Tony flying your direction with one of the gigantic centipede-looking things behind him and when he went to turn, another of the centipede-looking things came with its mouth open and closed its mouth on Tony's suit, undoubtedly killing him. A sob falls from your mouth before you see the Hulk get angry, well, angrier as he had just seen what you had. He jumped onto the alien that killed Tony and started tearing at its armor, which was a good thing. The bad thing is that he was so focused on that, he didn't see the other one coming up and before you could yell at him or do anything, it chomped down on Hulk hard. It had to use extra force but it still got through Hulk's tough skin, killing him slowly. Looking at Hulk, you hadn't noticed that Clint had came down from his perch, likely from him seeing Natasha was down. He looked at her body, tears running down his face before he looked at you with a grim look on his face. You looked back at him with the same expression before yours turned into one of horror. You yelled at Clint to move as an alien came up behind him and you raised your hand to blast air at the alien, or water, or a rock, or fire, or do anything. But it was too late. The alien stabbed Clint through the heart before yanking its weapon out of him and watching as his body fell limply to the ground. No, no, no... Where's Thor? Where's Thor?! Please tell me he's okay. He's a god so he has to be okay. He has to be okay. A loud thump comes from behind you and you stand up before turning around slowly to face whatever creature is behind you, your hand raised to attack. Though, when you turned around, you were about to put your hands down since it was Thor behind you. But it wasn't Thor. His eyes were an odd blue color, not his normal blue. He was brainwashed. The scepter. Loki.

"Thor. Thor, you've got to come back to me, man. Please. Everyone's gone. Steve, Tony, Hulk. The aliens are still coming-" you pleaded before he interrupted you with a dark chuckle. "Of course they're coming, mortal! They will take your planet and it will be ruled by Loki, as it should be," said Thor, pausing before he raised his hammer. "Any last words, mortal?" You looked down, tears falling and a sob slipping out before you steel yourself and look up at Thor and say, "Thor, this isn't you. Don't do this, please. I need you." Thor let out a dark laugh, "You're more pathetic than I thought you were," and brings down his hammer.

You awoke with a scream, sitting up quickly, breathing hard. You jerk as you ear JARVIS's voice. "Are you alright, Ms.Y/L/N? Do I need to get someone?" "N- No. I'm fine, JARVIS. Keep this between us please," you tell him, putting your hands over your heated face as you feel the tears start to come. "Yes, ma'am. If you need anything, do not hesitate to ask," is JARVIS's response, and if you heard right, there was definitely some exasperation in his voice. Probably from me refusing to talk.

Standing up, you go over to the window, sitting down on the seat and it only takes a few seconds before you start crying, sobs coming out every once in awhile. Soon enough, your crying tired you out and you feel back to sleep, curled up next to the window. A few hours later, you awoke to someone with a hand on your shoulder and shaking you gently. You jerk up a little in alarm before you see it's Thor beside you, tears wanting to form in your eyes at the memory of your dream. "Y/N, are you alright? Why are you sleeping over here and not your bed," asked Thor, looking at you with a concerned look on his face. "Yeah- Yeah, I'm fine. I just woke up in the middle of the night and came over here. I must've fell asleep," you told him, partially lying as you steel yourself. "Y/N... You need not lie to me. You look as if you were crying and you look as if you will cry right now. What is wrong?" Thor grabbed the chair from your desk and pulled it over to your seat, sitting in it and looking at you. Looking down before looking out of the window, you bite your lip as you try to hold in the tears as you remember the nightmare. You were trying to figure out if you wanted to talk about the nightmare, whether it would help or make you worse, when you saw it start to sprinkle outside, slowly getting heavier. The sight made you smile a little before taking a breath and turning towards the god. "That wouldn't happen to be your doing, huh? The rain, I mean," you ask, teasing. "It is, actually. I know you like the rain and I wanted to see if it would make you feel better. Did it?" Thor smiles at you, hope in his eyes. You let out a little laugh as you look out the window again, nodding, "It did. Thanks, Thor." You look for a few more moments before looking at Thor again. "I had a nightmare last night and it woke me. It's why I was crying. I was just looking out of the window, crying before I fell asleep. And now here we are." Thor looked at you sadly, a small smile still on his face before he speaks, "I am sorry. Would you like to talk about the nightmare? It might help you feel better." "I'm not going to go all into detail but... It was of the alien invasion, with Loki. I was fighting and then I was going to help Cap and Natasha before they both went down. Then Tony went down. Then Hulk. Then Clint..." you stopped as tears started falling, looking out of the window before continuing. "I was kneeling on the ground, crying, when you came to me. I thought you were going to help me, or go down too, but, uh,... It got much worse. Loki used the scepter on you and you came to kill me." You heard Thor gasp at that part before you went on. "I tried to get you to come back but it was no use. I woke up right as- right as you killed me," you finished, a sob coming from your mouth as the tears start coming full force, putting your head down and covering your face. You sit there crying for a moment before you feel strong, muscular arms gently wrap around you and pull, your body moving to sit in Thor's lap. You wrap your arms around Thor's body as you bury your face in his neck, paying no attention to his hair getting in your face as you continue to cry. "Oh Y/N... I'm so sorry you had such a terrible nightmare. But I promise you that it was only that, a nightmare. Everyone's alive and I'm still me and you're still alive. Besides, I'd rather die than hurt such a beautiful, strong woman as yourself," says Thor, surprisingly quiet for his usually loud self, rubbing your back as he comforts you. You stiffen some at the last words Thor said, smiling a little and calming some. "Thanks Thor. And I'm sure there are plenty more beautiful, strong women that you'd also never hurt." Really Y/N? That's what you say? Ugh... "Yes, but you, Y/N, are at the top of that list." Your mouth opens in shock, a small gasp leaving your lips. There's no way... No way he's meaning in that way. You try speaking but you end up looking like a fish for a few moments before you actually start talking. "Oh? Really," you ask, hearing Thor hum in assent. You wipe your face before lifting your head to look at Thor, asking, "Why's that?" "Because... I like you, Y/N. I really like you. I mean, in the non-platonic way. I like you in the platonic way, too! But also... in the... non-platonic way..." Thor stumbles, trailing off as he blushes and looks away. Your heart beats faster, feeling as it's about to bust out of your chest before you take a breath. You turn Thor's head back towards you, kissing him on the cheek before speaking, "I like you in the non-platonic way too, Thor." Thor grins at you, his smile contagious as the same thing happens to you. "May I kiss you, Y/N?" "I'd love that," you nod, inhaling quickly before Thor moves forward and kisses you deeply, one of his hands moving up to cradle your neck. You move one hand to thread into his hair, marvelling at the softness before tugging at it softly. You barely hold in a moan as Thor lets out a growl that sounds more animal than man before deepening this kiss. Things escalated quickly as you tug Thor's hair every now and then and the kiss gets rougher and more heated.

Suddenly Thor pulls back, looking at you as you both pant and catch your breath. “Y/N... I would love to go on but I want to know-“ “I am. I do. I want this. I want you, Thor,” you assure him, knowing what he was going to ask. Thor gives a small smirk and, instead of answering verbally, stands up before carrying you bridal style to your bed. You blush and bury your face in his neck as dirty thoughts enter your head at the sheer strength he just demonstrated. The things he could do..., is your last thought before he lays you on the bed, your rear end hanging off the foot of the bed. Thor looks at you before taking off his shirt, revealing his extremely muscled chest. You didn’t even realize you were staring until you hear a chuckle coming from the god, making you look up and glare at him. “Oh shut up,” you tell him, feigning annoyance. “Whatever my lovely lady wishes after I ask a question,” is his reply with that stupid, sexy smirk on his face. “Yes,” you ask, your cheeks turning a little pink at the term. Thor slowly runs his hands up your legs before hooking his pointer and middle fingers in the band of your sweats and asking, “May I take these off?” You grin at the question and the sentiment it held before nodding, “Yes, you may.” Thor smiles and pulls down, revealing your underwear and legs. The underwear wouldn’t have been a problem if they were plain underwear or lingerie. But they were a problem since they were white and had the words “When Thor throws HIS hammer, he is SERVING JUSTICE... But when I throw a hammer, I have ‘ANGER MANAGEMENT ISSUES’” with a picture of Mjölnir and a normal hammer. It takes your arousal-addled brain and a growing smile on Thor’s face for you to realize why exactly he was grinning.You gasp and mentally bang your head against the wall several times before you rush to roll over and attempt to pull up your sweats that were wrapped around your ankles. ‘Attempt’ was the key word. You instead end up tripping and falling over, landing on your face. Sighing, you blush hard and stay in your position on the floor, “Fail.” That one word finally breaks Thor and he breaks down laughing, leaning back as he gives a full body laugh. After a couple of minutes of him laughing to the point of tears, you deadpan, “Yeah, it’s hilarious, Thor. Just laugh it up. Ugh, why did this have to happen?” Chuckling, Thor looks at you while sobering up some, “Ah, I haven’t laughed like that in a while. Are- Are you alright?” “My body is fine. My ego on the other hand...” Thor walks over to you and picks you up, sitting you on the bed. He looks down at your underwear one last time before he tells you, still laughing every now and then, “You should not be embarrassed. Everyone falls at the worst moments and I absolutely love the underwear. Where did you even find those?” “I was looking online for some punny underwear because... I actually don’t know why I did. But I stumbled across those and I just had to get them,” is your explanation, blushing still. “Well, I am glad you did. Now, shall we continue?” Thor kneels in front of you, taking your troublemaking sweats off from around your ankles before looking up at you, his eyes filled with love and arousal. You inhale deeply at the look before nodding, arousal quickly coming to the forefront of your mind. Thor smirks at you before standing and lifting your shirt up and over your head, tossing it on top of your discarded sweats. He then presses his arm under you and lifts you, with one arm, to hold you against him as he climbs on the bed and lays you in the middle of it, hovering over you. The action made you become so much wetter, making you want him to pull those dorky underwear off and get to using that undoubtedly skillful tongue and fingers. He must’ve had the same thought as he carefully pulls your underwear down and tosses them somewhere in the direction of your other clothes. You could feel your cheeks heat up at your almost nakedness while Thor had only taken his shirt off. Something in you causes you to lift a hand to press on Thor’s shoulder, easily pushing him to lay on his back before you climb on him, straddling his muscled stomach. You then move to remove your sports bra, leaving you completely naked over Thor. Just as when you had seen his bare chest, Thor ogles at you, tracing every bit of you in his vision with his eyes before he looks in your eyes. “You’re gorgeous, Y/N. Absolutely gorgeous. And I can’t believe I have you all to myself,” Thor tells you, making you blush deeply. “You’re not too bad yourself,” you reply with a smirk as you lean down to whisper in Thor’s ear. “Let’s get started, shall we?” Thor’s growl at your words was all the answer you needed before the two of you started making love to each other for the first time. ~~~~ End of Flashback ~~~~

You started grinning as you remembered that day, one of the best days of your life as you remember it. Rain had always been the sound and smell you had associated with happiness and now, love. Standing up, you leave your room, grabbing a jacket on the way to the elevator. “Where to, Ms.Y/L/N,” JARVIS asks, the door closing. “The roof, please. And how many times do I have to tell you? Just call me Y/N. ‘Ms.Y/L/N’ is too... formal.” “Alright, Ms.Y/L/N,” is JARVIS’ reply, something akin to amusement in his voice as the elevator starts to move. You roll your eyes, letting out a sigh. Within a minute, the doors opened to reveal the roof and cloudy skies out in front of you. “Thanks JARVIS,” you say, stepping out of the elevator, starting to make your way over to a chair you keep up here when you want to look at the view of the city or the night sky. Sitting down, today was a view of the city day and you start to watch cars move about. Well, sort of, there was of course a traffic jam. It’s New York so of course there’s a jam. You don’t know how long you were out there for but you gasp as you feel a raindrop fall onto your nose before it runs down and drops. Smiling you look up at the sky and see that the sky is slowly opening up, sprinkling and slowly getting harder. You stand up and walk around, feeling water seep through your clothes and running down your face. You lift a hand, controlling a bunch of raindrops to form a small, shifting ball of water. You make another with your other hand and make them into rings before repeating the process. Soon, you have a small chain of water rings before you freeze them and place them on the ground. After having around seven rings of ice, all of them decreasing in size, you make an ice rod with a wider circle base. You place the icy stand a few feet from you and freeze it to the ground before you walk back to the rings and pick the biggest one up. Tossing the ring, it goes directly on top of the rod and slides down to rest on the base. “Easy,” you mutter as you pick the next one up, and toss it, watching it do the same thing the other did. “Still easy.” You keep throwing the rings of ice and they keep sliding down the rod and resting on the one below it. After grabbing the last one, which was about three inches in diameter, you check your aim before tossing it. “And she scores! All seven rings are on the stand! She’s the best ice-ring thrower of them all,” you cheer for yourself. You then gather water in the air and slowly crystallize it, watching it turn into an ice circlet before placing it on your head. “You are great at throwing ice-rings,” a voice from behind you says, making you jump and create an ice spike before turning around. You let out a breath, relax, and turn the spike into water as you see Thor. “You scared the shit out of me,” you tell him before grinning as you run towards him and jump into his arms, clinging onto him. Thor gives a laugh as he catches you, holding you tightly. “I apologize.” “It’s okay. I missed you, Thor,” you admit, not letting go of the god. “I missed you too, my lady. Now, how about we go in and I’ll make up for my absence?” Thor asks, smirking at you. You smirk and dry yourself off, moving all of the water off of you and shielding yourself from the water as you move towards the elevator. “You comin’?” You grin as you hear rushed footsteps from behind you before a strong arm wraps around your waist. “You will be,” Thor replies, chuckling before starting to laugh as you sigh deeply and roll your eyes. “Oh, shut up!”

Here's the picture of the underwear!

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Don’t Think Twice - S.R  (1/10)

Summary: Neither of you thought there were things the other was so afraid of. (Enhanced!Reader/Steve Rogers).  

Prompt: Vertigo - sensation of whirling and loss of balance, associated particularly with looking down from a great height; giddiness

A/N: This is for @until-theend-oftheline ‘s beautiful words challenge. 

Feedback is always welcomed.

Steve Rogers has never had time to adjust to his situations at anytime of his life.

From the very beginning, he came out fighting for a breath of air and each year it was a struggle to fight for another year of life through illness, loss, and strife. It was something that came to him like breathing, so it was natural --even with all his illnesses-- that he felt the need to fight for his country and other -- it was something natural  embedded to his skin and bones.

The dizzying feeling that came with standing up and breathing every single day slowly changed when his circumstances changed, but that was soon changed over the dizzy and confusion that came with war. Yes, Steve knew who the “bullies” were and what he was fighting for, but the graying areas and all the came with going from dancing and twirling to leading the Howling Commandos, to meeting Peggy and losing Bucky -- well, he didn’t feel anything until the loss became too much then he just couldn’t feel anything at all.

Fight. Fight. Fight.

It was the only thing he knew, and he kept going until he sank into the frozen ocean.

And sometimes, he still feels it in his core, years and years after the first fight is over -- he keeps going. The new tech and new forces to fight send him into a tizzy, but there is nothing else that Steve Rogers --no, Captain America-- can do besides fight, fight, fight.

Somewhere deep within him the flight complex is gone, as he keeps charging forward.

And if anybody ever notices his growing dislike towards the cold, the ocean or that he freezes for just a second at the sound of an airplane engine -- well, none says anything.

 “One of the new recruits is enhanced,” Maria states in one of their early morning debriefs. Blue eyes give her a questioning look. Steve was completely used to the idea of enhanced agents by now, he had seen it multiple times on the field with the new S.H.I.E.L.D agents after the reconstruction that came with the fall of HYDRA -- it was a good job for someone whose powers might be seen as fearsome by the general population.

“And?” he can’t help but question, as Maria places a file in front of him.

“She can’t control her powers.”

 The sudden cold, the repression of your breathing in exchange for your powers isn’t something that you will never be used to. It goes against every instinct set be down into your body, but you have to get used to it -- there is no other choice. However, that doesn’t stop you from screaming and thrashing about when a touch sets your power off within the hanger of the Avengers Compound.

You don’t mean it, but any surprise kicks that familiar instinct of run or fight, but you don’t have a choice in what your body decides to do -- it’s running every single damn time, as the air leaves your body once more and you end up on the ground. Heavy with sweat running down your body, as you try to gain control over instinct once more.

“Hey, hey,” a soft voice grabs your attention from above, as your body freezes once more -- ready to fight back from whatever may come, but all you want to do is lay down and give up. It would be so much easier than fighting in the long run.

“Please stay back,” is the only warning at you can give in some sad attempt to stop the inevitable, as you feel the veins and leaves surround your upper arms before passing out completely once  more.

Run, run, run --- but you were so done with that.

You just wanted it all to end.

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Hiraeth

Hiraeth: A Stucky Fanfic

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Steve Rogers x F!Reader x Bucky Barnes

Word Count:  1775

Warnings:  angsty, probs some adult themes.

Synopsis:   Steve misses his home and gets caught up in his memories of it.

A/N:  For @until-theend-oftheline ‘s #MCU Beautiful Words Challenge using the prompt Hiraeth.

Hiraeth

Hiraeth: A homesickness for a home you can’t return to, or that never was.

It’s funny how when you look back at your past it’s through rose tinted glasses.  It’s always the good old days when you spoke about them.  You always think about the things you missed and not about the stuff that made your life hard.

Steve missed so much.  He missed his mother with a burning ache.  Sometimes in that zone between waking and sleep, he’d think about the life he had now, the one he shared with you and Bucky and for a split second, he’d forget Sarah was gone and want to tell her.  The immediate and sudden realization she’d died around 65 years ago was almost like losing her all over again.

He missed the Howlies.  The first group of people he really had thought of as friends.  He missed their humor and snark and the way he knew they had his back. He had wished he had gotten to see what had become of them.  What their lives had panned out like.  He missed that he had missed that.

He missed Peggy.  He missed her smile.  Her ability to take absolutely no shit from anyone.  The way she never let herself be intimidated.  The way she saw him.  The real him in a way no one else really did.  Aside from his mom and Bucky that was.  He missed that he never had a life with her.  He imagined what that life would have been like and it was so different from the one he had now.  Not the white picket fence, but closer to that than what he had now.

He would look back on that life and see this big mass of missed potential.  Of children that were never born.  Weddings that were never had.  Cookouts never held.  Family dinners never eaten.  A mother’s pride he had yet to earn even though it had been freely given.  Thinking of his old life was like a dull ache, and while he hated himself for thinking it, a large part of that was because he missed Bucky.

God, how he hated himself for thinking things like that.  He had Bucky now.  He had him more completely than he had ever had him back then.  He just missed seeing that smile that wasn’t weighed down with years of suffering.  He missed the way he could talk and talk and talk and always seem excited.  He missed how he got dragged out on dates he didn’t want to be on, with women who wouldn’t look twice at him.  He missed the Bucky he grew up with and he hated himself for it.

“What’re you doing?”  You asked as you and Bucky filed into the room, your arms laden down with shopping bags.

Steve looked up from the archive box he had open on the floor and smiled.  It wasn’t that he dwelled in the past.  There was a time he did.  When he first woke up it was like the only things he felt were a mixture of isolation, regret and a deep desire to one day fall asleep and wake up and find out it had all been some fever dream he had.  It wouldn't be the first time he had one.  Or if that couldn't happen, perhaps he could not wake up at all.

He had adapted though.  He had made the best for himself and truth be told he quite liked this new life.  He loved his new friends.  They were smart-mouthed and intelligent and didn't take his shit.  He liked working for the Avengers.  Sometimes it felt like he might be trapped doing it.  That he was fighting the same fight over and over and there was nothing he could do, nothing would ever actually change.  Still, he did believe in the fight and if he could hold back the people that wanted to oppress others to some extent, he would.

Most of all he loved his life with you and Bucky.  You were like this breath of fresh air in his life.  Even though you hadn’t known him back when he was small, so he could never know for sure, he didn’t think you would have rejected him.  You were kind and your heart was open.  You had been so good for Bucky.  As much as he had wanted to be the only one Bucky needed, that wasn’t going to be the case.  Steve knew Bucky felt guilty about not being who he used to be, just like Steve felt guilty for missing him.  With you, Bucky would relax and be himself.  If it meant he was quiet and standoffish, you had a way that made him feel comfortable enough to do it.  You could reach out and make him feel wanted but also heard.  Steve was trying to learn that himself.  He really was.  For him, you were the future.  The promise of a life that maybe wasn’t the one he had expected, but the one he wanted and actually fit the person he was.

Bucky might not totally be the guy he missed.  He was in there though.  He was still fiercely loyal and had a strong need to protect people who were weaker than he was.  He was still loving.  He still loved new technology.  He was still a snarky little shit when he wanted to be.  He was a new person too.   There was a lot to love about the quiet Bucky.  The one that had gotten a new love for cooking and loved taking in stray pets.

So he didn’t dwell in the past.

He just missed it.

“I got a few boxes sent to me from the Smithsonian.”  He explained.  “I periodically ask for my stuff back.  They hate it.  They think it’s theirs, which is kind of what museums are known for I guess.  Unfortunately for them, they actually don’t have a leg to stand on.  So when I ask they go into their archive and send me some of the things they don’t think they’ll use.”

“Anything interesting?”  You asked taking a seat beside him.

“Oh yeah, this is a good lot.”  He said, taking out some photographs.  “There are some photos of us as kids.  Here look,”  He handed a photograph of the two of them as boys together at Brighton Beach.  “That was a good day.  We had fun.”

“Is that how you remember it?”  Bucky asked.  “I remember you not hearing when some guys kicked their football in your direction.  Wanting to fight them for calling you a jerk for not kicking it back.  It setting off your asthma which in turn made something happen to your heart and you passed out.  Your mom had a fit and we had to take you to the hospital.”

Steve dropped his eyes.  He’d forgotten that.  Health things he tended to box up and put to the side.  He hated remembering how painful it was to even exist before taking the serum.

He shuffled thing around and pulled out a small ring box.  “I got my mom’s engagement and wedding ring.”  He held out the box to you.  You took them and opened it looking at the simple bands sitting in the box.  “I’d always thought I might propose to someone with that.  I guess with…”  He indicated to the three of you.  “I won’t be doing that.”

Bucky took the box from you and looked at them.  “That’s cool.  I wonder who got my ma’s.”

Steve looked up at him.  “Becca maybe?”

Bucky nodded.  “Yeah.  I should look her up.  I just… she’s probably…”

Steve saw that loss in his eyes.  That feeling of missing out on a life he was supposed to have.  Steve put his hand on Bucky’s leg.  “Maybe, maybe not.  She might have had kids though.  You could be an uncle.”

Bucky furrowed his brow like he was mulling over what the implication of that was.  “Maybe you could give these to our kids one day.”

Steve tilted his head and assessed him for a second.  He pictured the potential of a life the three of you could have together.  Maybe a house and some room for the animals that Bucky had been talking about.  Kids.  Two or three.

“Buck, you ever just feel homesick for the past?”  He asked.

Bucky nodded.  “Sure.  Kinda had something really fucking shit happen to me that I wish hadn’t happened.”  He said.  “But I try not to focus on it.  I have both of you.  Didn’t have that back then.”

You smiled and ran your hands through Bucky’s hair and he leaned into it, humming softly.

“You had me back then,”  Steve said.

Bucky shook his head.  “No, I didn’t.  Not like this.  I wanted it, but you and I both know it wouldn’t have happened.  Even if we did get up the courage to live that way, how long would I have had you for?  You’re homesick for something that was never real.  This is.  Besides,”  He pulled you down into his lap and nuzzled into your neck.  “Someone wasn’t even their parent's happy thought back then.”

You squealed and started giggling.  “Bucky!”

He kissed your cheek and you held out your hand to Steve.  He took it and leaned in against you both.  “I sometimes miss my home too.  It sucks you can’t go back.  I can tell you, whenever I do I just remember how far I’ve come and how glad I am that I’m not there anymore.  Sometimes you just need that.”  You said.

Steve looked at you and smiled softly.  “Maybe you could take the rings for now?”  He suggested.  “I mean, we can’t exactly all get married, but I feel like we already are.”

You put your hand to your heart.  “Really?”

“Yeah.  Really.  If you want to.”  Steve picked up the box and took the small gold band with the small round cut diamond set into it.  You offered him your hand and he slipped it on your finger.  The look of pure joy on your face at that moment.  How your eyes shimmered with tears that you were doing your best to hold back.  The way that Bucky wrapped his arms around your waist and nuzzled into your neck while his legs moved so they were draped over Steve’s lap.  They reminded Steve of what he had now.  What was real and tangible and not just hope for something that could have been or might be someday.  He had love and a family and a place in the world.  He needed to live in it.

[munsons-hellfire]

Everett Ross x Avenger!Reader (Ex-CIA) Headcanons

REQUESTED BY: @autistic-solar-fandom

PAIRINGS: Everett Ross x Ex-CIA!Avenger!Reader

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I am so sorry this took a while, I really had to think about how I wanted to set this up and the headcanons that I thought would hopefully be good. I don't know if I even did this right, but I like the way I have it. This is my first time making headcanons. I kind of made it into an AU, so most of the events of what happens in the MCU (mostly the Accords), doesn't happen. Hopefully it is to your liking.

WORD COUNT: 1.06K Words

You and Everett met in the CIA before you joined the Avengers, it was there that your relationship started to blossom only after you two had finally trusted each other.

You and Everett had gone on a mission that had really tested your limits of trust.

You were injured in the line of fire and left in a hospital bed for a few days. Everett never once left your side.

After that mission that left you injured the two of you were hard to separate from each other. You had both bonded pretty quickly.

Your established friendship quickly turned into a relationship, and while the two of you weren't afraid to tell anyone you were dating each other you did keep it professional at work.

About a year after you and Everett started dating you joined the Avengers fighting alongside them. With your new job, life was a lot more riskier. But you were able to handle yourself out there, even Everett knew it.

Two years into the relationship Everett got down on one knee after a romantic dinner and popped the question asking you to marry him, you of course said yes. There was no doubt in your mind that you didn't want to spend the rest of your life with Everett and he felt the same way.

Six months later you were married in a small ceremony with your friends, family, and coworkers (the Avengers), as well as Everett's friends, family, and some of his coworkers. It was a beautiful wedding and at the end of the day you were just happy to be with each other regardless of marriage.

During the first year of marriage it was a challenge to always see each other. Sometimes you both would be on missions for months at a time. Sometimes you'd be undercover, or vice versa. But when you could get time off from work and Everett could do the same, those were the nights that made everything worth fighting for.

Five years into your marriage, you find out you're pregnant. At first you're afraid to tell Everett because the two of you were happy as could be and had never really talked about wanting kids. But now that there was a baby involved that was made from Everett there was no way you couldn't give this up.

You called Everett to the Avengers, he showed up after he had gotten off of work. He was so excited to see you given that he had been working on a case for about three weeks. You had everything picked out to tell Everett about the baby on the way.

When he got to the tower you spoiled him with his favorite dinner, dessert and his favorite drink of choice.

After everything had been devoured you gave him a present which contained the announcement. When he opened the box he was shocked at first not entirely sure how to process the news (not because he wasn't happy, just because it was the last thing he was expecting). But his confused face turned into a happy face and you knew he was over the moon excited to have a kid with you.

After you told him, you stopped going out on missions with the Avengers because you wanted to stay safe and keep your baby safe. Everett also agreed with your choice.

Throughout the pregnancy it seemed to be an easy one, but everything changed when you and Everett discovered that you were not only having one kid but you were expecting twins. Both of you were shocked at first and didn't know how to process the information that the doctor had given you and your husband.

But like everything else the two of you worked together to figure it out. As your due date got closer everything started to fall together, you had the baby's room done.

Your hospital bag was ready and you had the clothes that your son and daughter would come home in. The names were picked out and you would announce it to your family after you had given birth to the twins.

When your water broke, everything started to settle and both you and Everett would be parents in less than a few hours. The experience was a painful one but well worth it. Your son was born first, though he did take his time arriving into the world. You told Everett that he was going to be just like you. While your daughter on the other hand came out into the world quickly, you and Everett both knew that she was going to be like him.

Everett had picked his name, he named him Felix Alexander Ross. You had named your daughter Florence Annabelle Ross. Their names seemed to fit them perfectly. And neither you nor Everett couldn't be more happy.

As the kids got older you and Everett noticed that Felix really did take after you and Florence really did take after Everett.

When the twins turned 14 you decided it was time to do smaller missions with the Avengers, mainly staying home because they both wanted to train with you and Everett. They wanted to learn everything and anything that they knew their parents would allow them too.

Everett knew there was no way that neither him nor you would be able to stop your children from fighting alongside them. But when Fury came to you and Everett with the idea of a Young Avengers, you both knew that the twins were going to want to be apart of it.

You both agreed on the condition that the two of you got to help them. You both stayed on the sidelines but you helped make suits for them, create new tech (with Tony's help), and help train them as well if they needed it.

Life was perfect so far, you were both so happy of who the twins had turned out to be while still allowing your guidance and Everett's.

You and Everett would be celebrating your 24th anniversary together and while the two of you tended to stay back you still went on missions together, some dangerous, some not so bad, and sometimes Felix and Florence would tag along and the four of you would fight the bad guys together, it was perfect bliss and one you never ever wanted to let go of.

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Just a Dream

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Female Reader, Steve Rogers, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers

Word Count: 2517 // Rating: Mature

Summary:  It was two weeks after the day she turned eighteen All dressed in white, going to the church that night

Tags/ Warnings: My Writing, Halloween Challenge, Writing Challenge, Songfics, Marvel Cinematic Universe, MCU, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Weddings, Grief, Funerals, Established Relationship, Wedding Day, War Time, Change to Storyline, Steve Doesn’t Go To War, Army, IDK how they do the flag thing, Love Letters, Engagements, 1940s Era, Just a Dream // Carrie Underwood, I Wonder Who’s Kissing Her Now // Bing Crosby, The Song Varies But I Like The Bing Version, Lyrics, Reader’s Wedding Dress

Notes:  This is part of my writing Challenge for Halloween 2022. All fics are based off of songs I love. The aim is to write one fic a day for 15 days straight. I’m doing a similar thing for Christmas but they will all be headcanons [requests welcome for that] Enjoy x  

15 DAYS OF SONGFICS FOR HALLOWEEN (OCT 15TH - OCT 31ST)

I sat on my bed my fingers combing through the box of letters in my lap. They were dirty, fingerprints full of grime across the page where he’d stopped and started either picking what to say or being torn away from writing to me. But I didn’t care. My fingers deftly selected the one I’d be looking for. One of his most recent ones. I unfolded it carefully a small smile coming to my lips as I saw his familiar chicken scratch handwriting on the page. 

Y/N,

Sorry I haven’t written to you much these past few weeks. I was hoping to get this one to you by your birthday so if it’s late let’s pretend it's the post office’s fault, not mine. I hope you have the best day sweetheart. I know we already planned everything but I was hoping that I’d be home on the day to give you that ring we saw at that jewellers down on 3rd street. But when did the pair of us ever get that lucky? I promise as soon as I’m back that ring’ll be on your finger and we’ll be in that church. 

Love you always

Buck

My thumb swiped over his name as if I was trying to absorb the love through the page into my body. I sighed and placed it back in its box before I bent down and placed my shoes in front of me, slipping into them one by one. As my foot hit the bottom of my left dainty court shoe I felt something underneath my toes. I wiggled them trying to get a grip on what it was. It was round and cold against my stocking-covered foot. A sixpence. I smiled. My mother, ever the traditional and also the efficient. God knows how long that had been in there just waiting for the day. I stood up and smoothed my dress out careful for the creases of where I had been sat not to show. 

‘Oh you just look,’ my mother said. I turned to find her standing in the doorway. She was in a stiff skirt and suit jacket, a small hat nestled in her hair, and she was looking at me with tears in her eyes. She came into the room and grabbed me by the elbows as she looked me up and down.  ‘You look, beautiful sweetheart,’ she said thickly. I tried to swallow the lump in my throat.  ‘Thanks Ma, do you really think this is still right though? I mean …white?’ I whispered gesturing to my dress. It was simple, skirting around my mid-shin with long sleeves and a moderate v-shaped neckline though I knew it would be enough to get tongues wagging.  ‘I bought it specially,’ Mom said, ‘besides anyone says a word they’ll have me to deal with-’

‘Girls,’ my Dad said cutting her off. He stood by the bedroom door nervously, ‘we oughta get going. Traffic..’ He didn’t linger instead he headed back downstairs leaving me to watch where he had disappeared. I felt my mother caress my arms softly and then she headed to the door and waited for me. I looked at her trying to push the lump that had returned in my throat down. With my head held high I walked towards her and we headed downstairs and into the car that my Dad was waiting in. 

The ride to the church wasn’t all that long though it felt eternal as my Mom babbled on nervously. Eventually, we pulled outside a grand old building that was starting to look more and more out of place in the middle of downtown Brooklyn. My Dad pulled the car to the kerb and motioned for us to get out which we did, standing on the sidewalk as he pulled around into the parking lot and reappeared, looking harried, a few moments later.  ‘That parking lot is busy as hell,’ my Dad griped.  ‘Frank,’ my Mom said in a warning tone. ‘That’s a good sign,’ he said quickly, ‘plenty of people.’ 

I didn’t say anything. My stomach had formed a colossal pit inside itself and my legs felt heavier than lead. I couldn’t focus on anything else but walking up those stairs to that front door. I entered first, my parents behind me, and looked out into the grand hall of the church. It was lined with stone pillars, ornate statues on every wall and stained glass windows that were now blocked out from the light on one side from where New York had continued to grow around them. As the door made a noise heads turned towards me pew by pew, taking me in. Some smiled. Some bowed their heads. Then as my eyes swept down to the front of the line I saw Steve. He stood up watching me closely.

I felt tears burn my eyes and I pulled the veil that had completed my outfit down over my face blocking me somewhat from view. Music started gently in the background as if announcing our arrival. 

And then, he was there. At the end of that aisle waiting for me. Bucky.  Except he wasn’t him.  His handsome face wasn’t smiling back at me as planned.  No, instead, a cold hard wooden casket was propped up in front of the altar draped in an American flag. 

I felt bile at the back of my throat. Anger.  He fought for that flag.  Died for that flag.  And here it was like some horrible reminder separating me from him one last time. 

I felt my Dad’s large hand press into the small of my back, edging me forward though my feet didn’t want to go. I walked down the aisle, my head bowed so I couldn’t see everyone watching me, listening to the clack of my heels on the tatty tiled floor.  

We got to the front quickly and my parents slid into the pew behind Steve. He stood there awkwardly looking as if he was trying to decide whether or not to hug me. His eyes were red-rimmed and tears brimmed in them as I stood there. I couldn’t do it any longer. I couldn’t look at him. So, I sat down and he quickly followed sitting next to me in the pew. My vision was blurry and my head bowed but I still spotted the order of service as Steve pressed it gently into my lap. Bucky’s face beamed up at me bringing with it a new wave of silent tears. I heard someone up ahead clear their throat and looked up to see the preacher standing at his lectern, itching to begin. 

‘The funeral director tells me everyone expected is now seated,’ he said sadly as the music faded out, ‘so I would like to begin by asking everyone to bow their heads as we come together in prayer.’ 

I dropped my eyes to my booklet, opening it so I could read the order of service as he started to speak.  

‘Dear Lord, we ask you today that you lift up the soul of our dearly departed Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes and with that heal the hurt that has brought us all together on this very sad day,’ he said. I fought the urge to snort. He spoke as if one church service was going to fix everything. As if it was going to pull the knife that had been sticking into my chest for the past few weeks out. My mind wandered, blocking him out, as I dropped my eyes to the page which listed the readings and songs I had chosen for today. As I did I felt a gentle hand slip into mine. Steve.

His fingers were cold and slender. Entirely unlike Bucky who could wrap both of my hands in just one of his. But like I would with Bucky I didn’t shake him off. It wasn’t what I wanted, what I yearned for, but it was enough to keep me from breaking down entirely. Like it had been a week ago. 

‘I don’t want to meet with them,’ I said folding my arms across my chest in an effort to hold myself together. My Mom pushed the kitchen door to and turned to me, her face sympathetic yet thunderous.  ‘Well you have to,’ she said. ‘Why?’ I said pathetically, ‘I don’t care what they pick. Steve can do it what does it matter.’ ‘It matters because it’s important that Bucky gets a decent service!’ she hissed. She was desperate to yell at me I could tell but the threat of guests in the next room and the fact I kept spontaneously bursting into tears seemed to stave her off, ‘and it might have escaped your notice but you and Steve are all that boy had left. Now, I know you don’t feel like talking to people but I doubt Steve does either. And I know it’s not the same love but he’s hurting too. Maybe a little support from you wouldn’t go a miss.’ 

I stared at her. Her eyebrows were skirting the top of her forehead and I felt annoyed at just how right she was. I trudged past her and into the living room where Steve was sitting opposite a portly gentleman who was offering him a brochure that Steve took and started to leaf through. The pair of them looked up as I entered and Steve threw the brochure onto the coffee table. 

‘Miss Y/N?’ the man said as I sat down on the couch beside Steve, ‘Steve said you’d be along in the minute. We were just going through the brochure and I was just asking Steve if he’d thought about opening hymns.’ ‘We hadn’t started properly,’ Steve said sheepishly.  ‘Of course not,’ the man said, ‘though I did say Make Me A Channel of Your Peace is a really nice one.’ ‘No,’ I said my voice hard.  ‘Or Amazing Grace-’ ‘Buck,’ I said my voice strangling his name as it came out. I had barely spoken it since we had heard the news, ‘he didn’t go to church. He didn’t know any hymns.’  ‘Yeah,’ Steve said, ‘what about a song instead?’  ‘Well, the organist-’ ‘Would be able to read any sheet music we got right?’ Steve said overriding the gentleman who was looking a little irked.  ‘Yes, I’m sure they would,’ he said setting aside the sheet of paper he was holding. 

‘What should we pick?’ I said nervously looking at Steve. He looked exhausted. His face was practically grey and the bags under his eyes were more black than purple. He also looked thinner, if that were even possible, his face a little more gaunt.  ‘I wonder who’s kissing her now,’ he said without missing a beat then his gaze caught mine. He dropped his head nervously as he mumbled, ‘he loved that one…played it the entire day the first time he met you..damn near broke my record player.’ 

That familiar lump returned to my throat as I pictured them sitting in Steve’s tiny front room him putting the needle back again and again so the song would play. It wasn’t even my memory and it was like a knife to the gut. 

‘Shoulda never turned him down that day,’ I said with a chuckle which surprised everyone in the room.  ‘Nah,’ he said, ‘he needed knocking down a peg or two.’ ‘I bet it bruised his ego,’ I said sadly.  ‘Never, you know Buck…never backed down from a challenge,’ he said and I nodded though it was tiny. His words hit me like a freight train. He was right. Bucky never did back down from a challenge. This was why we were here.  ‘Right,’ the man said clapping his hands together in order to move proceedings along. As he started to babble on about psalms and readings I stared at the wall behind him blankly. Until, after a moment, I felt a tiny hand slip into mine on the couch beside me. My fingers laced into his at once and I didn’t let go until that man was firmly out the front door. 

My not paying attention had lasted longer than I had expected because when I looked up I found everyone was standing and Steve’s hand was tugging me upwards. We sang a couple more songs. My Dad got up and said the eulogy, a fact a was thankful for as neither Steve nor I figured we could get through it in one piece, and then just like that it was over. Army officials descended from the sidelines in perfect unison as we stood watching their dance. I could feel Steve stiffen beside me. Out of patriotism or longing, I didn’t know which. And then one of them was in front of me offering a folded-up flag out to me like some medal of honour. 

Dozens of eyes burned into me as I looked at this man. Stern. Unyielding. I reached out and took the flag off of him holding it to my chest but it was no use. As a horn started to play a military procession and several men lifted Bucky’s casket off of its stand my heart broke.

It was like a bullet ripping through me, fragmenting my heart into pieces. I wanted to drop to my knees. I wanted to scream. Sob my heart out. But I couldn’t. I was stuck. As they moved passed me leading Bucky to the hearse I stood frozen to the spot. Steve and my Dad grasped me gently by the elbows and pushed me forward. It was a wonder one of them didn’t have to move my feet in step either. 

It was like wading through custard. Wading through custard on a road a mile long. Like I was dreaming. I wished I was. I willed myself to wake up. Hoping that when I came to I’d be lying in bed with Bucky, his arms wrapped around me as he gently caressed my hair. I wanted him to ask me what my nightmare was about and for us to laugh at how preposterous the idea was because he would never leave me. 

I wanted to walk out this very door as I had planned. My Dad and Steve were still behind me but Bucky was on my arm instead, confetti around us as we celebrated being newlyweds. Like we should’ve been doing today. 

But I couldn’t. 

 Y/N, 

I’m coming home! Well for a while at least. They’re shipping us somewhere new so in the downtime me and you will be back together. And I know just what we’re doing first! 

Tell your Ma to start organising a date for the church. I’ll be back in two weeks so anything after then is fine. I don’t want to waste another minute. And tell Steve to get to writing his best man speech, can’t have him letting the side down.

Love you always, 

Buck 

 Baby, why'd you leave me, why'd you have to go I was counting on forever, now I'll never know Oh I'll never know

[samwontshare]

Nakia/Namora ficlet

Off I go to rarepair hell!

I have written Nakia/Namora. It will probably be the only fic for this pairing. Thank you in advance to anyone who reads MCU rarepairs. 

You can find it here on AO3. 

Pairing: Nakia/Namora

Rating: General

Word count: 729

Summary: Namora plans to kill Nakia in retribution for the Talokanil woman slain. She doesn’t plan to find her so beautiful. 

Namora had a spear she wished to dull upon one surface dweller’s ribs. If this woman could sneak into their caves, then she could sneak onto this woman’s beach. But as she gripped her spear tight in her fingers, she saw a small boy tug at his mother’s skirts, run screaming in delight as she made herself a monster mask of seaweed. It would do no good to kill the child under their alliance. This had to be done without a fuss, without anyone knowing.

She would watch.  

Namora watched for many days. She watched the surface woman sew shells from her lands into her hair. She watched her teach all of the surface children about the sea. She taught them about all of the life that lives there, how important it is that humans respect and protect the ocean. She taught them that water connects all life. The woman talked about how she came from water, not the ocean but the rivers of Africa. She shared in hushed tones with the children that when she missed her homeland, she would come to the water and know that she was home.

Namora had drowned the woman's kin in those rivers. It had seemed so necessary at the time. She did not think she regretted what was done. The woman kept her pain well hidden from the children, and only by dark did she add more salt to the sea. Namora envied the way she released her pain.

And still she watched.

It infuriated her that she didn’t lure this woman to the ocean and be done with it. But when the little angelfish strayed too far from the woman and was pulled out to deep water, she did not let the boy drown. Namora saved him. She sent a gentle ray to swim him close to shore. She watched the way the woman, Nakia was her name, embraced him as the most precious object in the world. She watched the fear and sorrow she had hidden shine plain on her face. Namora wondered what it would be like to feel such grief. Hers was stored in the depths.

She found Nakia that night, alone on the beach. She let the water play at her feet.

“I know you’re out there. I can feel you watching me.”

Namora said, in her native tongue, “I came to bleed you for the sharks.”

Nakia said, also in Namora’s native tongue, “Then do it.”

Instead, Namora sat on the empty beach with her, a safe distance. The air felt so strange on her skin. She felt so light she might blow away. It took conscious effort to breathe only from her mouth, to let the salt flow. It was dangerous to be on land. It was dangerous to let Nakia live.

“I’m sorry, for the sister I took from you,” she said at length. Despite the danger, Nakia stared at the water, her arms wrapped around her knees. She still had shells in her hair. The moon made Nakia’s skin glow blue, like Namora's people. Namora swallowed a gulp of water and looked away.

“I’m not sorry for protecting my people,” Namora said because it was true. “She was my cousin. We are all related, every one of us. We’re all part of the same whole. To lose one of us is to lose all of us.”

The woman stared at the stars, her eyes heavy with longing. “I think I understand.”

Namora hesitated, drew up her own knees. “I am sorry for your pain. You are too beautiful to look so sad.”

Nakia held her gaze for just a moment, a small smile on her lips. “You think I’m beautiful?”

“For an air breather,” she retorted, standing to break this spell on her. She waded into the water. “Do not linger in the ocean should I change my mind.”

“Why did you save my son?” It was less curiosity and more a challenge. Namora frowned. She did not believe in the alliance. She believed the surface world was a threat. But maybe… maybe there was more to them. Maybe there was room for women with shells in their hair who glowed in the moon light.

Just before the water took her, she heard Nakia call: “How many hundreds of miles did you swim just to see me?”

Too many, and not enough.

[queen-of-the-avengers]

Music To My Ears

Characters: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count: 692

Warnings: all fluff

Summary: An evening of watching tv turns into a dance off.

Author’s Note: This is for Kari’s @until-theend-oftheline  MCU Beautiful Words Challenge! My word was Mellifluous: A sound that is sweet and smooth, pleasing to hear. I also found this prompt on Instagram, and with the author’s permission, I turned it into a oneshot! If you have any requests, please send them in! This is unbeta’d and any and all mistakes are all on me.

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The best parts about being home from filming is spending time with your husband, Tom. Most of the time it’s spent lazily since all you two ever do was work. On days off, you two vowed to have at least one fancy date every week on the night of your choosing, but tonight is not one of those nights.

Your favorite thing to do was watch Dancing with the Stars because dancing as one of your favorite things to do. Watching different kinds of celebrities dance was entertaining for you, especially when you knew them on a personal level. Tom didn’t mind what you watched, as long as he was with you.

Sitting on the couch, you had your legs draped over his lap while your back rested on the arm rest of the couch. Tom held your feet in his hands, mindlessly rubbing them as you both watched the TV. Looking from it to him, you admired the way he looked. His curly hair was free instead of slicked back, his contacts were in so there was no need for his glasses, and his smile when the couple on screen did a fantastic dance move was the most beautiful. How you ever got to lucky, you would never know. Tom was a blessing to be around, and he was an angel now that he was yours.

“Stop staring at me,” he muttered, knowing you always liked to stare at him.

“I’m admiring.”

“It’s creepy”

“It’s romantic,” you snickered before turning your head back to the screen. They had just announced the new couple that would be performing a dance, and you got excited when you saw one of your friends walk on stage. You’ve been in a few movies with her, so you knew she could dance well even before going on this show.

“I hope she wins, well, her partner. She’s a good dancer,” you commented just as the dance started. Both you and Tom watched as the two people moved with the music effortlessly, mesmerizing whoever watched it.

“Their dancing is amazing,” Tom commented. “I could easily do that. I happen t be a good dancer myself.”

As much as you tried, you couldn’t help the bubble of laughter that came from your mouth the exact time his words left his. Tom looked at you with a hurt expression, even though you knew he was faking.

“Yeah right!” you giggled, picturing Tom doing those dances. He was a good dancer, but when it came to slow dancing. The dance you two had for your wedding was so beautiful, he swept you off your feet literally, but that is all he could do.

“I’m a good dancer.”

“Babe, you are only when it comes to slow dancing. You can’t dance for anything” you laughed, making Tom smile. The first time he had ever heard you laugh, it was like music to his ears. 7 years later, and your laughter still gave him the same feeling as it did before. Nothing gave him more joy than to listen to your laugh. It was musical, almost magical. He’d give anything to hear it every single day for the rest of his life. Getting an idea, he smirked at you before gently moving your feet off him.

“Oh yeah? Watch this,” he grinned, jumping up onto the couch. With the music that was playing, he lifted his arms slightly before rotating his hips to the beat. Laughing at this, you put a hand to your stomach which started hurting.

“Stop! You’re going to make me pee!” you laughed, watching him speed up his movements. He was only pretending to be bad just so he could get you to laugh. If he wanted to, he could sweep you off your feet and dance the night away, but he had other plans. He switched patterns and started doing freestyle, causing you to fall off the couch from how hard you were laughing. Tom smiled and jumped off the couch, helping you up to your feet.

“How was that?”

“Terrible,” you giggled.

“Music to my ears,” he muttered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

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[sebstanaddict]

Love Song

Chapter 1 - Rainbow

Summary : A romantic comedy story between Sebastian Stan and female reader where we witness their journey after they said I do.

After facing so many challenges in their relationship there was nothing more Sebastian and reader wanted than a smooth and beautiful wedding to celebrate their love. But something unexpected happened that threatened their perfect day and turn it into the most embarrassing day of their lives.

Pairings : Sebastian Stan x Female!Reader

Chapters: 1/18 (Might add more)

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Warning : fluff, grief, angst

Word count : 9.2k

This is a sequel to my first Sebastian fic Always You. If you want to understand more about Sebastian's and reader's relationship, please read it first. But it's not necessary to understand this story. Check it out here.

But oh, can't you see

That no matter what happens Life goes on and on And so baby, just smile 'Cause I'm always around you And I'll make you see how beautiful Life is for you and me

Take a little time baby See the butterflies' colors Listen to the birds that were sent To sing for me and you Can you feel me? This is such a wonderful place to be Even if there is pain now Everything would be all right For as long as the world still turns There will be night and day Can you hear me? There's a rainbow always after the rain

Life's full of challenges Not all the time we get what we want But don't despair my dear (coz I know now)

You'll take each trial and you'll make it through the storm 'Cause you're strong, my faith in you is clear So I'll say once again this world's wonderful And let us celebrate life that's so beautiful, so beautiful

Take a little time baby See the butterflies' colors Listen to the birds that were sent To sing for me and you Can you feel me? This is such a wonderful place to be Even if there is pain now Everything would be all right For as long as the world still turns There will be night and day Can you hear me? There's a rainbow always after the rain

Rainbow - South Border

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Pleasantdale Chateau, West Orange, New Jersey - May 6th 2023 - 1 pm

It was a fine Saturday afternoon at Pleasantdale Chateau. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, butterflies flew all over the beautiful gardens at the chateau. Nestled on a 40 acres of land among lush trees, sparkling ponds and rolling meadows was a magnificent estate that seemed to come straight out of fairy tales. Anyone who visited the chateau would feel like they were transported to a charming village in France. It was hard to believe that the magical place was located only 20 miles out of Manhattan.

Despite the peaceful and tranquil atmosphere, the chateau was bustling with people going to and fro. The air was filled with a slight erratic energy as everyone was busy preparing for the event that was going to be held that afternoon. Madeline Rowles had been in charge as head wedding planner for wedding events at the chateau for ten years, but she had never felt as nervous and anxious about managing a wedding until that day.

Their client for that day was a high profile Hollywood actor who had unlimited budget. Not that he specifically asked for anything too lavish. His fiancee was surprisingly a down-to-earth woman who loved simplicity and seemed to even hate anything too luxurious. It was not the couple themselves that made her nervous but it was their guests who made her feel so anxious that day.

The Hollywood actor was a Marvel actor who had been playing one of the most loved characters in the MCU for more than ten years. Aside from high profile Marvel actors such as Robert Downey Jr and Chris Hemsworth, he also had impressive colleagues outside of Marvel such as the likes of Nicole Kidman, Julianne Moore and Jessica Chastain. All of whom were expected to attend that day. Madeline felt grateful that the owner of the estate had a private helipad which could be used by these high profile celebrities to get in and out of the estate quickly. It was one of the facilities they were most proud of, and one of the reasons it seemed that the couple chose the estate for their wedding.

Madeline consulted her checklist for that day and after making sure that all the staff were working on schedule to prepare the area for the ceremony that day, she turned around and headed back towards the chateau. The ceremony was going to be held outdoors in front of one of the ponds on the charming meadow right outside of the chateau. The staff were lining up white wooden chairs, rolling down the white carpet on the aisle and decorating the wooden pergola at the end of the aisle with flowers and vines. Her next item on the list was making sure the grand ballroom where the reception was going to be held was being decorated on schedule. Then it was off to the kitchen to check on the progress of the chefs in preparing all the food for the 350 guests that day.

As she walked towards the chateau she heard a barking sound coming out of the main entrance of the chateau. A golden retriever puppy came out of the entrance running towards her. A small boy of about 8 years old came running after it.

"Lucky! Vino înapoi aici!" ("Lucky! Get back here!") the boy shouted in Romanian.

Madeline went down and tried to catch the puppy but he was fast and slipped past her. She turned around and saw the puppy running towards the ceremony area. Sensing something bad was about to happen, she ran back towards the ceremony area, hoping to be able to catch the puppy in time. The puppy ran across the aisle and headed straight to the pergola and slipped past a ladder a staff was using to decorate the pergola. The staff was surprised. He slipped and fell down the ladder, crushing some flowers who were laid on the grass.

"Oh no! Mike! Are you okay?" Madeline shouted as she ran towards Mike, who was trying to sit up.

"I'm fine.. these flowers cushioned my fall." Mike said as he tried to get up, his hand holding his lower back. Madeline extended her hand and helped Mike up. Just then the little boy ran past them and shouted an apology to them then he continued chasing the puppy, who had ran past the pergola and headed towards a bridge not far from there. Moments later a man ran past them and shouted apologies to them too. Madeline noticed him as one of the groomsmen.

"We need to catch that puppy." Madeline said.

"Yeah, I thought we don't allow pets on the estate?" Mike asked.

"Well, the bride begged us to allow their puppy to come. She said he's going to be part of the ceremony. I couldn't say no." Madeline said.

Mike sighed. "But he ruined these roses and peonies." He said sadly as he looked down on the ruined flowers on the ground.

"You have backup though, right?" Madeline asked.

"Yeah. Still, it's a waste, but I can do something with them." Mike winked at her.

"Well okay, go do your job. The ceremony is in 4 hours. We don't have much time." Madeline said and Mike nodded.

Madeline had a dog herself back home so she knew what to do to catch the puppy. She ran towards the kitchen and once there she asked one of the chefs if they had some spare sausages. Thankfully there were some, so she grabbed them and ran quickly back out to the meadow. She ran passed the ceremony area and the bridge. Once she was over the pond she found the little boy and the man standing near a gazebo not far from there, but the puppy were nowhere to be seen.

"Lucky! Here boy! Where are you Lucky?!" the man shouted.

"Unde ești Lucky?!" ("Where are you Lucky?!") the little boy shouted in Romanian.

"You lost the puppy?" Madeline asked once she got close enough to the man.

"Oh.. yeah.. I was too late. I didn't see where he was going." The man said. He looked kind of familiar, Madeline thought. Maybe he was an actor himself. But she rarely watched movies and TV so she didn't exactly know who he was.

Madeline put her fingers in her mouth than whistled loudly, surprising the boy and the man.

"Lucky! I have some treats for you! Come out come out wherever you are!" She shouted.

"Wow, you can whistle really loud." the man commented in awe.

"Uh.. yeah.. my dad taught me. We used to have 5 dogs so we needed a way to call them." she shrugged.

Moments later they heard a barking sound coming out from one of the ferns near the gazebo. The puppy came out of it and ran straight towards Madeline. His tail was wagging and his tongue was sticking out. Madeline went down as he came closer and the puppy stopped right in front of her and sniffed the sausage she was holding. He bit the sausage out of her hand and was about to run off again but the man picked him up before he had the chance.

"Thank you." the man said, smiling at her as he held the puppy tight in his arms and stood up.

"No problem. It's part of my job." Madeline said, smiling back at him as she stood up.

"I'm Chad." the man extended his hand to her and she shook it.

"Nice to meet you Chad. I'm Madeline." she smiled. She finally realized who he was. He was Chad Crawley, the groom's best friend who used to be in Gossip Girl, a TV show she once used to love. She couldn't believe her luck. She used to have a crush on him back then.

"Aren't you the wedding planner?" Chad asked.

"Oh yeah, I am." she nodded.

"You're doing a great job so far. And this place is stunning. It must be hard managing a place like this." He commented.

"Uh.. thank you. Yeah it can be hard, but it's always worthwhile whenever I see the bride and groom smiling and having fun." she smiled.

"Yeah it is." Chad smiled.

The little boy then came to them and picked the dog off from his hand.

"Stefan, don't let him loose again, okay?" Chad warned him.

"Okay. Sorry." the boy nodded dejectedly then he turned around and walked back towards the chateau, holding the puppy tight who was now contentedly eating the sausage.

"Well, I have to get back and get ready." Chad said.

"Yeah, I have to go and check the ballroom and then make sure the chefs are working on schedule." Madeline said.

"I hope everything else will go smoothly after this." Chad said.

"Yeah, I hope so too! Even if there are mishaps, we're ready, don't worry about it. We've been doing this for decades." she smiled and Chad smiled back.

Little did she know that there was going to be a mishap that had never happened before in the estate and that it would make that day to be truly unforgettable.

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Bridal Salon, Pleasantdale Chateau, West Orange, New Jersey - May 6th 2023 - 4 pm

Y/n stared back at herself on the large mirror in front of her. Her make up artist was just finished putting make up on her. Her eyes widened as she looked at herself. She had opted for a natural look, but she didn't think the make up artist would do such a good job that she still looked like herself yet like a beautiful princess at the same time. Her beautiful eyes popped out even with only warm brown eyeshadows applied on them. Her lips were painted nude pink and her cheeks flushed like she had listened to Sebastian's compliments for her for an hour straight. Her hair was also done. She had chosen a simple updo with folded twists on the sides of her head and a small bun rested on the nape of her neck. Some wavy strands of hair were let loose, framing her beautiful face. She would put on a simple floral hairpiece along with a veil on top of the bun later on, after she put on her dress.

"Thank you Charlotte, I love it!" Y/n said enthusiastically to her make up artist who was staring at her on the mirror.

"You're welcome, Y/n. I didn't have to do much, you're already gorgeous!" Charlotte gushed, making Y/n blushed.

"I can see why he's head over heels for you. I heard he's had a crush on you for twenty years! Is that true?" Charlotte asked as she tidied up the dressing table, putting brushes, lipstick, eyeshadows and all the other make up tools she had into her make up bag.

"Oh, where did you hear that, Charlotte?" Y/n asked, surprised her make up artist knew of that fact.

"I read it on the internet. You're famous now you know, I can just google you and all information about you came right out." Charlotte winked.

"Well, I didn't think that information would come out." Y/n said, still pondering how that specific private information could have come out. But then again, this is the internet age where anything and everything about someone could be found on the internet, especially if that someone was a celebrity. She wasn't one herself but dating one turned her into one herself without her realizing it.

"You better get used to it now that you're marrying an A list Hollywood actor. People would put you under a microscope." Charlotte commented nonchalantly. Her comment made Y/n's stomach churned unpleasantly. She did think about it but never dwelled on it too much. Now that she heard it from someone else, it made her more nervous.

"Umm.. yeah. I guess I have to get used to it." she said, doubt in her voice.

"Oh I'm sorry, dear. I hope I didn't scare you with you that comment. Just forget it okay? Focus on yourself and your fiancee. You're getting married!" Charlotte said cheerfully.

"Yeah.. thank you Charlotte." Y/n smiled. Deep down she still felt nervous so she stood up and went to the table where drinks were served. She picked up a tall wine glass and opened a bottle of champagne. As she poured it she felt a warm hand touching her arm.

"Y/n.. are you okay? Are the nerves finally getting to you?" Shannon, her maid of honor asked, her eyebrows furrowed as she looked at Y/n.

"I'm fine Shannon, just needed a drink. I'm thirsty." Y/n said and she sipped a little of the champagne. As the champagne entered her system, she felt immediately calmer.

"Are you guys ready?" Y/n asked, referring to her bridesmaids and putting her wine glass down.

"Yeah. The only one who isn't is you! The ceremony is starting in an hour and you're still wearing a robe!" Shannon protested, her hands gesturing all over Y/n's white silk robe that she had worn since she started getting ready that afternoon.

"Yeah, I just need to put on the dress, some accessories, the veil and the shoes then I'm ready." Y/n said.

"That's still a lot to do." Shannon protested.

"An hour should be enough, Shannon. Don't worry." Y/n said as she started to go to get her dress.

"Wait, I have Sebastian's gift for you." Shannon said, putting a small blue velvet box in Y/n's hands.

"Oh okay. Have you given mine to him yet?" Y/n asked.

"Of course I have." Shannon replied.

"And how did he react?" Y/n asked curiously.

"He was shocked but happy. And he had put both of them under his shirt." Shannon smiled.

Y/n had bought Sebastian a gold chain necklace with a gold charm in the shape of a key. She had written a short note on a card that Shannon had given to him as well.

"Iubirea mea, you have the key to my heart. Wear this with the heart shaped pendant you have on your chest so that I will always be near your heart. Love, Y/n"

Right when they just started dating, Sebastian had bought a heart shaped pendant to symbolize his love for her and he had put it on the band of his watch. Y/n wanted him to wear it differently now that they were getting married. She thought it should be put nearer to his heart. And since he did have the key to her heart, she decided to buy him the key charm as well to symbolize that.

"Okay, good but... why would he be shocked?" Y/n asked, her eyebrows raised.

"You'll see why. Just open yours." Shannon smiled with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Hmm.. okay." Y/n opened the velvet box and gasped aloud. There inside the velvet box was a gold charm shaped in a heart-shaped key, dotted with small diamonds. She couldn't believe that they basically bought each other the same gift.

"There's a note there." Shannon said, her finger pointed onto the insides of the top of the velvet box. Y/n pulled out the small paper and opened it. She smiled wide as she read it.

"Y/n, sweetheart. For twenty two years you're the only one who have the key to my heart. So I hope you'll wear this with the pendant I've given you and we can always be near each other's hearts even when we are apart. I love you. Always. SS"

Sebastian had also given her a heart shaped pendant when they started dating. And they had made a promise to each other back then to always have each other's hearts. They really were soulmates, she smiled wide as she picked up the pendant and hung it on her necklace, right next to the heart-shaped pendant she always had on.

"You guys are so sweet." Shannon said, sniffling.

"Shannon.. are you crying?" Y/n asked, laughing a little.

"I am! I've witnessed both you being in love for twenty years before you finally got together and I'm just so so happy that you're finally getting married! If anyone deserves this it's both of you!" Shannon exclaimed as she pulled Y/n into a tight hug.

"Aaawww.. Shannon.. Thank you for being there for me and Seb all this time." Y/n said, rubbing her best friend's back.

"You're welcome, Y/n. Now let's put that dress on and go get married!" Shannon said as she released her hug on Y/n.

"Okay!" Y/n smiled and said enthusiastically.

Y/n went towards the wardrobe where she had kept her dress in. Her mind wander to when she was searching for 'the dress'. After trying on what seemed like hundreds of dresses, Y/n finally chose one dress from Allure. It was from their Disney Princess line, one that was named after Cinderella. She was afraid people would think she was cheesy to choose a dress inspired by a Disney Princess, but if there was a time to be herself, her wedding was it. And the moment she put on the dress back at Allure's store, she knew it was it and she had to get it.

She picked the dress who was still inside a white dry cleaner's bag and pulled the zipper down. Her jaw dropped as she looked at the dress. The dress wasn't what she bought. It was a different dress.

"Shannon! This isn't my dress!" Y/n said, showing the dress to Shannon.

Shannon spit out the champagne she was drinking when she saw it.

"F**k! No way! That's not your dress!"Shannon shouted in dismay.

"No it's not! Who picked it up from the dry cleaner's?" Y/n asked.

"Umm.. I did." Shannon said, her head hung in shame.

"Didn't you check it first before you get out of the dry cleaner's?!" Y/n asked, her voice raised a little as she felt anger started to seeped into her heart.

"I just glanced at the top. I mean.. the top looks similar to yours. So I thought it was yours. I'm sorry." Shannon said, regret in her voice.

The top part did look similar to Y/n's dress. It had a capped sleeve and plunging V-neck but it had mermaid silhouette not ball gown like her dress, and the skirt was made from satin not tulle like hers. She pulled out the dress from the dry cleaner's bag and checked the size. It was smaller than what she usually wore. Her heart sank to her stomach as she realized they were in trouble.

"Do you think we have time to pick up my dress from the dry cleaner's?" Y/n asked.

"Well, it's half an hour away, an hour counting the time I need to get there. And it's Saturday, God knows what the traffic is like in the city on Saturdays. You'll definitely be late." Shannon stated matter of factly.

Y/n sighed and walked towards the window of the bridal salon. She could see that people had started to arrive to the estate. She couldn't possibly asked them to wait. Sebastian had invited many of his famous A list celebrities and filmmakers who probably didn't have time to waste. And she would embarrass Sebastian if she came out late. People would talk. She finally decided that she could just wear the dress, no one needed to know it wasn't hers. Then she could return it back to the dry cleaner's afterwards.

"Okay, I'll just wear this one. No big deal. Can you help me?" Y/n turned towards Shannon.

"Okay, you sure you want to wear this dress? I mean.. it's different from what you've picked." Shannon said.

"Yeah. I mean.. I'm disappointed that I can't wear the one I chose. But at the end of the day it's just a dress. And this one looks pretty too. I just hope I can fit myself in it!" Y/n exclaimed.

"Well let's go and find out." Shannon said and she picked the dress off from Y/n's hand and headed towards the dressing room.

Y/n took off her robes and hung it on a hook behind the door in the dressing room. Shannon pulled out the hanger from the dress and unzipped the back of the dress.

"Okay, here we go." Y/n said, putting her feet inside the dress and Shannon helped pull it up and put her arms inside the sleeves.

At first it seemed the dress would fit her. She looked in the mirror and was not thoroughly disappointed at what she saw. But then Shannon started to pull up the zipper on the back of the dress and she felt her stomach being squeezed.

"Shannon! Stop!" Y/n protested.

"I can do it, Y/n. Just a little bit more." She said as she pulled the zipper up with a lot more effort.

Y/n sucked in her stomach and held her breath and the zipper finally closed fully up to the back side of her neck. She let out a sigh of relief and turned sideways to study herself in the mirror.

"I think it can work." Y/n said.

"Yeah, thank God. Can you walk though? The skirt seems to be a little tight." Shannon said, studying her.

"Yeah I think so. Can you go and get my shoes?" Y/n asked.

"Sure." Shannon nodded and left to pick up her shoes.

Y/n studied her stomach in the dress. She still had the fat belly courtesy of Starlene, she didn't think she could ever lose it, so she had worn a corset to help flatten her belly. But whoever the dress really belonged to definitely had an enviable flat belly, she could hardly breathe wearing the dress even though she already had the corset on.

"There you go Y/n." Shannon said, returning with a shoe box containing her shoes.

Shannon opened the box and put the pair of shoes out and put them on the floor next to Y/n. Y/n had chosen a pair of Bella Belle 2-inch low heel pearl shoes with romantic floral lace motif and playful interlocking straps at the ankle. She wasn't used to wearing high heels for too long and considering she was going to have the ceremony outdoors, low heeled shoes seemed to fit better than high heeled ones. Y/n put them on and leaned down to tighten the straps and that was when she heard it. A loud unpleasant ripping sound could be heard. The dress had ripped at the back.

"Shannon! Oh No!" Y/n froze in place, her eyes widened in shock. Shannon put her hand in her mouth in surprise.

"Y/n! Don't move!" Shannon said as she went to check the damage of the dress.

"Is it bad?" Y/n asked, turning her head to look up at Shannon.

 "Umm.. it's a long rip.. I think you can stand up now and see for yourself." Shannon said.

Y/n stood up slowly and could immediately tell the difference. She wasn't having difficulties in breathing anymore. She turned her back toward the full length mirror on the wall and turned her head to inspect the damage. The beautiful dress really was ruined.  The rip started from the top part down to almost her bottom. There was no way she could wear it. She started to feel tears well up in her eyes. How could this happen? At the most important day of her life. She thought in frustration.

"Y/n.. don't cry. We'll figure a way out. I'll go to the dry cleaner's now and get your dress. I'll be back in no time. You'll only be late like.. an hour at most. Okay?" Shannon said as she held Y/n's arms and rubbed them, trying to make Y/n feel better.

"Okay. We'll have to let Seb know, and the wedding planner so they can keep the guests entertained while they wait." Y/n said, starting to regain her composure back.

"Okay. Don't worry, I'll let them know. I'll have Rose, Allison and the others to come here and accompany you, okay?" Shannon said referring to Y/n's other bridesmaids as she gave Y/n a tight hug.

"Okay. You probably should ask Nick to come. He can drive for you." Y/n said, referring to Shannon's boyfriend who was also one of the groomsmen.

"That's a good idea. Okay. I'll see you later Y/n." Shannon said and she left Y/n quickly, almost running on her way out.

Y/n sighed as she watched Shannon leave. She decided to take off the dress and put her robe back on. After taking the dress off and putting on her robe, she went out of the dressing room and found all of her bridesmaids sitting on a blue circle sofa in the middle of the room, waiting for her.

"Oh Y/n.. we heard what happened. And we're really sorry." Rose said as she walked closer to Y/n and gave her a hug.

"It's okay, Shannon is getting my dress now. Has anyone told Seb or the wedding planner yet?" Y/n asked. It was 15 minutes to 5 pm, he was probably on the meadow already, under the pergola, waiting for her, she thought nervously.

"I'll go and tell him." Adelina, one of Sebastian's close friend from Romania offered.

"Thank you Adelina." Y/n smiled at her and took a seat among her bridesmaids. Allison, another one of her bridesmaids offered her a glass of champagne and she took it gratefully. Just then there was a knock on the door.

"Y/n.. can I come in?" It was Sebastian's mother. Oh no. Y/n thought. She never felt so embarrassed in her life.

"Uh.. come on in Mrs.Frank." Rose opened the door and Mrs. Frank came in holding Starlene in her arms.

Sebastian's mother looked stunning in a silk soft magenta dress. While her daughter Starlene looked so cute wearing a white tulle dress. She wore a matching floral bandana on her head and if her eyes didn't play tricks on her, someone seemed to have put on lip gloss on her lips. Something she definitely didn't agree with. But that shouldn't be her focus.

"Mrs.Frank, I'm sorry." Y/n said, walking closer to her and picked Starlene off her arms. Starlene looked up at her and smiled, realizing her mother had picked her up, and she put her small hand on her cheek as if encouraging her and telling her everything was going to be okay.

"Y/n.. why aren't you in your dress yet?" Mrs.Frank asked, her eyebrows furrowed.

"I.. uh.. brought the wrong dress." Y/n said, her head hung in shame.

"The wrong dress?" Mrs.Frank's eyes widened in surprise.

Y/n told her the whole story and Mrs.Frank laughed so loud after she was done telling her story, surprising everyone in the room.

"In all of my 67 years of life I have never heard a funnier story." Mrs.Frank commented.

"Umm.. yeah.." Y/n started to laugh as well, Mrs.Frank's aura had started to affect her too and everyone in the room started to laugh as well.

"This will be a great story to tell your grandchildren one day." Mrs.Frank winked.

"I guess so." Y/n said, smiling as she felt the burden in her heart lifted.

"Anyway, the reason I came was to actually give you this. You need something borrowed to complement your dress don't you?" Mrs.Frank said.

"Oh.. yeah, that's right. I forgot about it." Y/n said.

Mrs.Frank pulled out a beautiful bracelet from a pocket in her dress. It was a bracelet made from a chain of cubic zirconia mounted in a clover leaf shaped silver alternating with round shaped cubic zirconia.

"Oh it's beautiful Mrs.Frank." Y/n said admiring the bracelet.

"Here, let me put this on you." Mrs.Frank said.

"Thank you so much Mrs.Frank." Y/n smiled after Mrs.Frank finished putting the bracelet on her wrist and gave her a brief hug.

"Starting today you can call me mom." Mrs.Frank said, winking at her.

Y/n could feel her eyes well up in tears again. Her words reminded her of her own late mother who had died from cancer years ago. She wished she was here to witness her getting married to the love of her life. 

"Oh no.. don't cry dear.. " Mrs.Frank said, noticing that Y/n's eyes had started to water.

"I'm sorry.. I just.. I remember my mom." Y/n said.

"Oh dear. I'm sure she's really happy looking down on you from up in heaven." Mrs.Frank said as she gave a her a tight hug.

"I'm sure she is." Y/n sniffled and wiped her eyes from the tears. Thankfully Charlotte had applied waterproof mascara on her so her make up wasn't ruined.

Another knock was suddenly heard from the door.

"Y/n, it's dad. Can I come in?" Y/n's father's voice could be heard from behind the door.

"Dad, come on in." Y/n said while Mrs.Frank picked Starlene off from her arms.

"Oh hi everyone, I didn't think it would be so crowded here." Y/n's father said, surprised seeing Y/n's bridesmaids and Mrs.Frank there, making everyone laughed.

"Hi dad." Y/n said, walking towards him.

"Y/n.. you look beautiful!" her father said but then he stopped himself as he slowly studied his daughter.

"Are you.. going to wear this?" her father asked in confusion.

"No, dad.. I brought the wrong dress." Y/n said, laughing.

After telling her father all that had happened, her father laughed and commented that he didn't expect something like this to happen in her wedding. In his eyes she was always so perfect doing everything in her life that a mishap like this was truly unexpected.

"Yeah well, there's always a first time for everything, right dad?" Y/n said.

"Absolutely. Now, I wanted to give you the something blue in case you don't have it yet." her father said.

"Oh.. I did buy a blue garter but okay. Thank you dad." Y/n said.

Her father pulled out a small velvet box from inside his pant's pocket and gave it to Y/n. She opened it and there in the box was a beautiful crystal brooch in the shape of a flower. The brooch had a combination of white crystals and blue crystals on the edge of the petals and in the middle of the flower.

"Oh it's beautiful, dad." Y/n smiled softly as she studied the brooch.

"It belonged to your mother. She wore it on her wedding day, your grandmother gave it to her. So it also can be the something old, and something borrowed too." Y/n's father said.

"Oh that's right. Thank you so much dad." Y/n said and gave him a brief hug.

"Now I feel mom is here watching us." Y/n continued, tears welled up in her eyes again and she could see her father started to have tears in his eyes too.

"I miss her so much." Y/n's father said.

"You look so much like her on her wedding day." he continued, putting the palm of his hand on his daughter's cheek.

Y/n was speechless and could only feel tears falling from her eyes. Her chest tightened as she remembered her mom. Just then a loud knock could be heard from the door again.

"Y/n! Sweetheart.. it's me.." Sebastian's voice could be heard from behind the door and everyone in the room froze as they heard him.

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Ceremony Area, Pleasantdale Chateau, West Orange, New Jersey - 4.50 pm

Sebastian stood underneath the pergola at the end of the aisle, gazing at all the guests sitting in front of him. He smiled at them as their eyes caught his. He saw Anthony Mackie sitting next to his ex-wife. It seemed they were getting back together and that made him happy. Anthony winked at him as he looked at him and Sebastian smiled. Next to Anthony was his Captain America co-star Danny Ramirez who was busy looking down on his cellphone. Several seats away from them he saw his other Marvel co-stars, Chris Evans, Jeremy Renner, Scarlet Johansson, Mark Ruffalo, Chris Hemsworth, Paul Rudd, Chris Pratt, Samuel L Jackson, Tom Holland, Elizabeth Olsen, Paul Bettany and Robert Downey Jr. Each sat beside their spouses. He then saw his co-stars outside of Marvel, Jessica Chastain, Lupita Nyongo, Diane Kruger, Penelope Cruz, Nicole Kidman, Julianne Moore, Renate Reinsve, Margot Robbie, Lily James and Daisy Edgar-Jones. Granted, he did have many female co-stars, more than male ones. Some of his male co-stars also had come, he could see Jamie Dornan, Adam Driver, Channing Tatum, Daniel Craig, Seth Rogen, Edgar Ramirez and even Robert Pattinson. He glanced toward their right side and was surprised to see Ridley Scott came. He also saw other directors he had worked with sitting and talking amongst themselves. There were Craig Gillespie, Mimi Cave, Steven Soderbergh, The Russo Brothers, Darren Aronofsky, Aaron Schimberg, Drake Doremus, Benjamin Caron even Argy Burgy who came all the way from Greece. Kevin Feige, the head of Marvel sat next to the Russos and was chatting with them. Sebastian didn't expect all those high profile people to come. Especially the likes of Ridley Scott who he had not met in a while. But events like this were also a good way to network and he suspected that was another reason why they all came. And whatever the actual reason was, he felt really grateful that they all had the time to come.

He glanced at his watch and it was already 5 pm, the ceremony was supposed to start now. He took a deep breath and replayed the vows he was going to say in his mind. Yes, he and Y/n had decided to exchange personal vows in addition to the more traditional vows being said in a wedding ceremony. He had it written in a piece of paper but having used to memorize many lines from a script, he didn't need to see it. He could remember all of them by heart.

Suddenly he saw Adelina walking quickly from the chateau towards them. She stopped before reaching the start of the aisle and gestured at Edward to come towards her. Edward, as best man, was standing right next to Sebastian. Edward nodded at Adelina and walked swiftly towards her. Sebastian's heart started to beat faster. He wondered whether anything was wrong. Adelina was supposed to come down with the other bridesmaids but she was alone. And her face looked slightly nervous.

Adelina whispered something to Edward and he nodded in understanding. He then turned around and walked back to Sebastian. Adelina turned around too and walked back towards the chateau.

"Edward, what's going on?" Sebastian whispered as Edward arrived next to him.

"Seb, I'm sorry. Adelina said there's an emergency with Y/n's dress." Edward whispered, his back facing the guests.

"What do you mean emergency with her dress?" Sebastian asked, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Well, she didn't tell me the details just that we need to entertain the guests while we wait." Edward said.

"Hmm.. okay." Sebastian nodded. He started to feel nervous. He wondered if it meant something. He also was curious what it meant 'emergency with her dress'. He decided to go and see her to make sure she was alright.

"Edward, I'm gonna go and see her, make sure she's alright." Sebastian said,

"But.. Seb.. You're not supposed to see her." Edward protested.

"I need to know what's going on." Sebastian said.

"I can go and find out but you need to stay here." Edward said.

"No, Edward. I gotta see her. I have a bad feeling. Just please stay here and.. I don't know.. sing or something.." Sebastian said as he left Edward quickly and walked towards the chateau, making people's heads turned towards him as he walked pass.

"But.. Seb.." Edward said, his words cut off as Sebastian already left him.

Moments after he reached the entrance of the chateau, Sebastian started to run towards the Bridal Salon. His heart pounding hard in his chest. He wondered if 'emergency with the dress' was a code word for something, like.. cold feet. Is she starting to have cold feet and having second thoughts in marrying him? He really hoped it isn't case. He thought.

He reached the area where the Bridal Salon was and he was about to go upstairs towards it when he almost bumped into someone. A woman was coming down the stairs. He realized it was the wedding planner, Madeline.

"Mr.Stan! Why are you here?" Madeline asked, standing in front of him, preventing him from going upstairs.

"I need to see her. I need to see Y/n." he said.

"I'm sorry Mr.Stan but you're not allowed to see her." Madeline said, putting her palm up towards his chest.

"But they said there's an emergency with the dress." Sebastian said.

"Yes, it's being taken care of. Don't worry Mr.Stan. Now if you'll please go back towards the meadow and wait there." Madeline said, grabbing his arm and guided him back out from the room.

Sebastian pried his arm away from Madeline and protested. "I'm sorry but I need to see her." he then ran past her and went quickly upstairs with Madeline's shouts following him from behind.

He didn't care if he wasn't allowed to see her. He was finally not believing in superstition again. After giving it a thought, he actually tried proposing to her three times before finally succeeding in his fourth try. If he had believed in superstition, he wouldn't have been there, finally about to marry her. So there was no use in believing in superstition.

He finally arrived in front of the door of the Bridal Salon. He knocked loudly and called out her name.

"Y/n! Sweetheart.. it's me.." Sebastian said.

Madeline suddenly appeared next to him and tried to take his arm and guided him away from the Bridal Salon. But Sebastian wouldn't allow her to touch him and his hand and hers played some kind of weird dance as he tried to avoid her hands from touching him.

"Madeline! Would you please leave me alone. I just need to talk to my fiance. Please!" Sebastian begged, his eyebrows furrowed in anxiety. Seeing the anxiety in his eyes, Madeline finally backed off and after apologizing to him she turned around and went downstairs, leaving him alone in front of the door.

"Sweetheart.. I need to talk to you.. are you okay?" Sebastian turned towards the door and leaned his forehead on it.

"I'm fine Iubirea mea! You need to go back to the meadow. We're not supposed to see each other." Y/n responded from behind the door.

"Honey, I don't care about that anymore. I need to see you. Are you sure you're okay?" Sebastian asked, worry still apparent in his voice.

"Sebby honey, Y/n is fine." he heard the sound of his mother from behind the door.

"Mom?" Sebastian asked, recognizing his mother's voice.

The door of the Bridal Salon was opened all of a sudden and Sebastian was startled. His mother stood in front of the door, carrying Starlene in her arms.

"Mom.. where's Y/n?" Sebastian asked as he made his way into the room.

"She's in the dressing room, Sebby honey. Now come on.. let's go back to the meadow." His mother said.

"No! I need to talk to Y/n, mom, make sure she's okay." Sebastian said.

"She's fine Sebby honey, everything's fine." His mother said but Sebastian didn't buy it. He looked behind his mother and saw the bridesmaids and Y/n's father all stood staring at him.

"Guys, Mr. Y/l/n, I'm sorry, I need to speak to Y/n." Sebastian said.

"Okay, son. Come on everyone, let's go and give them some privacy." Mr. Y/l/n said and he walked towards Sebastian. He clapped Sebastian's shoulder as he passed and smiled at him then he walked out from the Bridal Salon, followed by his mother and all of Y/n's bridesmaids who gave them shy smiles as they passed.

"Thanks guys." Sebastian nodded at them. Rose was the last one to leave and she closed the door behind her, leaving Sebastian alone in the Bridal Salon.

He walked quickly towards a closed door near him where he suspected the dressing room was and knocked at the door.

"Y/n.. sweetheart.. are you okay?" Sebastian asked.

"I'm fine Iubirea mea!" Y/n replied but she sounded so far away, like not from behind the door he was in front of. He opened the door slowly and found out it was the bathroom, not the dressing room. He shook his head, felt a little stupid then turned towards another door near the bathroom.

"Sweetheart.. are you in here?" he asked and touched the handle of the door. Just as he was about to turn it, he felt a little resistance from it, it wouldn't turn. He realized Y/n was probably holding the handle from the other side, preventing him from turning it.

"Sweetheart.. can I come in?" he asked slowly.

"No, Seb. What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice sounded confused.

"Adelina said there's an emergency with the dress." Sebastian said.

"Yeah.. there is.." Y/n said.

"Are you.. are you having cold feet?" Sebastian asked, his voice shook a little.

"What? Why are you asking me that?" Y/n asked, clearly confused at his question.

"I.. I thought that was what it meant." Sebastian said as he leaned his forehead at the door.

"What?" Y/n asked, clearly not understanding what he meant.

"The 'emergency with the dress'.. I thought it was code word or something.. that you're having cold feet." he explained.

He could hear Y/n's sweet laughter from behind the door making him smile. But he was still confused.

"So.. it's not code word for cold feet?" he asked slowly.

"No.. it's not, Seb." Y/n answered in between her laughter.

"You're not having cold feet?" He asked.

"No.. I'm not, Seb." She continued to chuckle.

"Okay.. phew.. I'm so glad." Sebastian said, smiling as he felt his anxiety slowly gone from his heart.

"So, what does it mean?" Sebastian asked.

"It literally means what it is, Seb." she answered, finally recovering from her laughter.

"That there's something wrong with your dress?" he asked.

"Yeah.. everything is wrong with the dress as it's not the one I chose." she said.

"What do you mean?" he asked, getting even more confused.

"I brought the wrong dress from the dry cleaner's, Seb. It got switched with another person's dress. Shannon picked up the wrong one." Y/n explained.

"What the h**l!" he cursed.

"Didn't she check it first at the dry cleaner's?" he asked, dumbfounded.

"She just checked the top part. It looked similar to mine so she thought it was really mine. Please don't be mad at her. It's just an honest mistake. She's going to the dry cleaner's now with Nick to pick up my dress." she explained.

"Oh okay. That's gonna take a while." Sebastian glanced at his watch. It was 5.15 pm. They were already 15 minutes late. He hoped his guests were patient enough to wait.

"I'm really sorry Iubirea mea. I tried putting on the other dress but it was too small on me, I actually ripped it." Y/n said, sounding ashamed.

"Oh my.. well, it's okay honey. You know, like I once said, I would still take you even if you only wear a potato sack." he laughed, referring to a joke they once shared when they were about to attend last year's Emmy Awards.

"Well, I'm in something better than a potato sack." she said, making him smile.

"What are you wearing, sweetheart?" he asked, getting curious.

"Just a white silk robe." she said.

"Oh okay.. and sexy lacy underwear?" he teased.

"Oh.. yeah.. something like that.. " she said, her voice slightly changed and sounded a little more sultry in his ears. God, how he missed being with her. After being away from her for three months he craved her touch on him but fate willed it that they didn't have the chance to make love yet.

The morning after Lucky ate their wedding ring they had tried to make love but Starlene had woken up just as they were about to do it. After that he had to go and buy gifts for his groomsmen, something he hadn't had the chance to do as he was so busy filming. He then stayed at a hotel overnight with his groomsmen for his bachelor's party. They spent the next night after that at the chateau, right after rehearsal dinner was done. Y/n stayed at the honeymoon suite with Starlene while he stayed in a different room with Chad. As a man with natural human needs he really was desperate. He hoped they would be able to do it that night. It was their first night as husband and wife after all. He had checked the honeymoon suite and it looked really comfortable and romantic.

"I miss you, sweetheart.." Sebastian said, leaning his forehead at the door.  He then opened his right palm and touched the door. Little did he know that Y/n was doing the same thing from the other side. She leaned her forehead at the door and her left palm was at the door, exactly where Sebastian's palm was. Even separated by a door they could still sense each other even though they didn't realize it.

"I miss you too, Iubirea mea.." Y/n said softly.

"Iubirea mea.. can I talk to you about something?" she suddenly asked.

"Of course, honey. What do you want to talk about?" he asked curiously.

"I just.. I feel like our relationship has been quite challenging, from the beginning. Not just after we got together. I mean.. you told me you tried to tell me how you feel about me at least two times when I was with Zac." She said, referring to the time when Sebastian tried to confess his feelings to her twice, thinking she was single at those times but she turned out to be with her ex boyfriend Zac.

"Yeah, well.. I waited before that for you to break up with Jesse." He said, referring to her other ex boyfriend.

"Oh.. yeah. And then you said it took four attempts until you finally proposed to me." she continued.

"Uh.. huh.." Sebastian nodded, wondering where the conversation was going.

"And then.. Lucky ate our wedding ring, and even before that, my engagement ring fell down the drain." she said, referring to the time when Sebastian was trying to propose to her but the engagement ring fell down the drain and ruined his plan.

"Yeah.." Sebastian chuckled remembering those times. They weren't funny when they happened, in fact they made him quite angry and anxious. Now that the events had passed and he thought about them, he felt they turned out to be really funny stories.

"And now.. this.. my dress isn't even here.. and I ripped someone else's dress. God, I hope whoever's dress it is won't need it soon. We'll need to fix it before we return it. And then.. your mom.." Y/n said.

"What about my mom?" he asked curiously.

"She gave me a bracelet for the something borrowed thing that I'm supposed to wear." she said.

"Oh that's so sweet of her." he responded.

"Yeah, but.. I just realized your mom failed her first marriage, and I.. I thought the something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue thing is supposed to bring us luck as we get married but my something borrowed is from someone who failed her first marriage.. what if.. God.. I'm sorry, Seb.. I don't mean to insult you." she rambled.

Sebastian swallowed hard as he listened to her. She did have a point. But wasn't he supposed to not believe in superstition anymore?

"It's okay, honey. I get what you're saying." he said.

"And then.. I just realized we're getting married on a Saturday!" she suddenly exclaimed.

"Honey.. what's wrong with getting married on a Saturday?" he asked, confused at her statement.

"I don't know if you've ever heard it but there's a rhyme from English folklore that said 'Monday for health, Tuesday for wealth, Wednesday best of all, Thursday for losses, Friday for crosses, Saturday for no luck at all'!" she said.

"Sweetheart, it's just an old rhyme. Do you know how many couples are getting married on a Saturday nowadays?" he asked, sighing.

"I know.. it's just.. " she sighed. "Have you ever felt like someone out there just hate that we're together? Like.. God doesn't want us to be together.. or something.." Y/n finally said.

Sebastian sighed. Truthfully he did think that when his proposal attempts repeatedly failed. But that thought was gone after he finally succeeded in proposing to her on his fourth attempt.

"Sweetheart, I thought you didn't believe in superstition." Sebastian commented.

"I don't.. but.. I just wonder.. you know." she said, doubt still filled her voice.

"Y/n, my love. If anything, I think our relationship is the epitome of love conquers all.. you know. It's a perfect example for other couples out there that no matter what the problem is, as long as we still love each other we can overcome it together. I think it's what God wants from us, that we become an example of that. Not because He doesn't want us to be together. On the contrary, I think He's testing us. He wants us to see how much we love each other. Whether we still end up together despite all the challenges." Sebastian said. He truthfully felt surprised at his own answer to her question. But, he felt it was true. He had never felt so sure of anything else in his life. And he was going to marry her no matter what challenges they would face.

"Honey, I assure you, and I promise you, that I will marry you today, no matter what dress you wear or whether you wear a dress at all. We are going to leave this place as husband and wife. Please, leave your doubts behind and trust me. This is just a little detour in our journey to be married. And we are going back to the correct path. I'm sure of it." he said, putting both his palms now at the door.

Faintly he could hear Y/n sniffle at the other side.

"Sweetheart.. are you crying?" he asked, concern filled his voice.

"Uh huh.." she said, sniffling a little louder.

"Oh, honey. I didn't mean to make you cry." He said, wishing the door would just disappear and he could hug her tight and comfort her.

"It's okay.. I'm crying happy tears, Iubirea mea." she said, her voice sounded a little better.

"Oh okay.. good.. " he breathed a sigh of relief. He suddenly felt the urge to just touch her hand, to help strengthen her resolve. He needed her too.

"Sweetheart, would you please open the door a little?" he asked, his hand slowly slipped down to the door handle.

"Umm.. why?" she asked.

"Well.. I just want to hold your hand. I actually want to see you, but if you still believe in superstition and don't want me to see you then, it's okay. I just.. I just need to touch you." he said slowly.

Y/n didn't respond for a while, making him slightly anxious. After what felt like a long time, she finally responded. "Okay, I'm opening the door a little."

She then turned the handle of the door and they opened it together. Her hand came out of the door and Sebastian quickly held it. He felt like he was home when he held her hand. He lifted her hand up and kissed it softly and he could hear her sigh at the other end.

"Honey, no matter what, I love you. We'll get through this together. Like we always do. Don't worry okay?" he said through the gap at the door while holding her hand tight in his.

"Okay." she said softly.

They stayed like that for a moment, holding each other's hands, just enjoying each other's company, forgetting about their little predicament for a moment.

"Iubirea mea.. close your eyes." she suddenly said.

"What?" he asked in confusion.

"Just do it, Iubirea mea." Y/n insisted.

"Okay." he said then he closed his eyes slowly, wondering why she asked him to do it.

He felt her hand slipped off his and a slight breeze passed his face and he could hear a slight creaking sound. Then he felt the softest, lightest touch on his lips. She was kissing him softly he just realized. She bravely opened the door and let herself see him and kissed him! He felt weak at the knees as she continued to cup his face with her hands and kissed him so gently. He pulled her closer by the waist and continued to close his eyes as they kissed and kissed as if the world was ending and they only had that moment to be together. After a while Y/n broke the kiss and lifted his hands from her waist and he felt her going back to the dressing room and closed the door in front of him.

"Sweetheart.. you.. I can't believe you just did that. You.. are.. going to be.. the death of me." he chuckled as he opened his eyes, leaned his forehead at the door and put his palm back at the door.

"I'm sorry Iubirea mea.. I just had to do it." she said, laughing.

"Well now I really can't wait to see you." he said desperately, making her chuckle.

Suddenly there was a loud ringing sound. A cellphone was ringing. Y/n's cellphone judging from the ringtone.

"Iubirea mea, I'm sorry. I think it's my phone. Would you please get it for me? It's in my hand bag right underneath the dressing table." she said.

"Okay." Sebastian nodded and he left to get her handbag.

He picked her handbag up and opened it. He then reached in to pick up her cellphone. When he saw her cellphone it was showing Shannon's name.

"Honey, it's from Shannon." he said, as he arrived in front of the dressing room.

Y/n opened the door a little and stuck out her hand. Sebastian put her cellphone in her hand and her hand disappeared back into the dressing room. He waited anxiously as he put her handbag down on the floor.

"Hi Shannon.. Oh no! I think I might just end up wearing this silk robe if you can't get here within half an hour. We're already half an hour late. I'm so embarrassed at all the guests." she said.

"Yeah.. okay. I appreciate it. Let me know if you can find an alternative route. Thank you. Okay, bye." she said.

"Honey, what did she say?" Sebastian asked.

"Seb, she said she's stuck in traffic. There's an accident at I-280 W, she's been stuck there for fifteen minutes. Nick is trying to find a different route. So it seems we'll have to wait longer." she said in regret.

Sebastian's heart sank to his stomach. He felt truly embarrassed and dreading what his guests are going to think and say about this. He remembered seeing the faces of his colleagues and how some of them had arrived using helicopters that day because they had tight schedules. He wondered if they would wait or would leave if the ceremony started as late as 2-3 hours from schedule. Thinking about his colleagues arriving with helicopters sparked an idea in his head.

"Wait a minute.. there's a helipad at this estate." he said.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking Iubirea mea?" Y/n asked.

"Yeah. I'll go and ask Madeline if we can use the estate's helicopter. I'm sending Rose and Chad to get the dress." Sebastian said.

"Okay. That's a good idea." she said.

"Stay here okay? I'm going back to the meadow to explain things to the guests and.. maybe.. entertain them. I'll send Allison and the other bridesmaids here to accompany you, okay?" he said.

"Okay. Good luck! I'll see you under the pergola Iubirea mea." she said.

"I'll see you under the pergola, honey. I love you." he smiled.

"I love you too, Iubirea mea." she said.

He then quickly left the Bridal Salon to find Madeline, hoping things will go smoothly and they wouldn't be too late in starting the ceremony.

Chapter 2 >

[real-jane]

✨Kate’s Follower Celebration✨

In celebration of 725 of you beautiful friends choosing to follow me, I’m very excited to propose this Healing Hands writing challenge!

The goal of this challenge is to focus on characters finding comfort and healing in some way. :) Because I cannot seem to write anything without making it far longer than is necessary, this challenge is intended to limit word counts to 725 or less.

Rules:

1. You can challenge ME to write a specific prompt, or you can choose to write it yourself!

2. Could be a fic, a moodboard, an edit of some kind. I will happily create a moodboard for your chosen prompt, just specify that in your submission!

3. Must be no more than 725 words (pls use *read more* if over 500!)

4. A complete prompt must include THREE THINGS: a type of healing, the situation you’d like to see it in, and a character you’d like to be used (see below for ideas). If you’d like to write a character, healing, or situation type outside of the ones I listed, that’s totally fine! 

5. I don’t want to put too many restraints on content, but please make sure you properly tag any potentially triggering content in a warning at the top of your piece! Angst/smut welcome, naturally.

6. Deadline for participation is May 31st

7. Tag your piece with #HealingHandsChallenge and tag me so I can see your piece! I will make a masterlist once the celebration closes.

TO ENTER: Message me to say that you’d like to participate! Tell me whether YOU would like to write for your prompt, or if you’re challenging ME to do it, and provide me with your three choices (type of healing, situation, character) from the lists below, or with an original suggestion! (If you’re gonna go for it, you’re certainly not required to message me first 🥰)

I am so excited to see what you come up with! Thank you so much for joining me here. It has been such a gift getting to know y’all through our shared fandoms.

Cheers!

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Type of healing:

Patching up heartbreak

Giving medical attention

Cleaning them up

Finally letting them go

Self-administered healing

Or something else of your choice...

Situation: 

Stormy weather

In a dream

In hiding

At a wedding

Grand public gesture

After battle

Or something else of your choice...

Characters I’m willing to write:

MCU characters

Harry Potter characters

Star Wars characters

Anyone from the Grishaverse

Bridgerton Characters

Or someone else of your choice...

My Masterlist

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[the-canary]

Don’t Think Twice - S.R (10/10)

Summary: Neither of you thought there were things the other was so afraid of. (Enhanced!Reader/Steve Rogers).  

Prompt: Vertigo - sensation of whirling and loss of balance, associated particularly with looking down from a great height; giddiness

A/N: This is for @until-theend-oftheline ‘s beautiful words challenge. i really like when somethings aren’t said just yet, there is a lot left with this chapter but if you have your own thoughts, ideas, and questions -- please consider sharing them, i would love to hear them! i hope you enjoy the last chapter, this series ran longer than i thought it would, but it was a fun ride! <3

Feedback is always welcomed.

Gideon understood that once he uploaded whatever was remaining of his father, that he as a person would be destroyed, but if he really thought about it -- there was so such thing, to begin with. Any version --whether memories or wounds-- was replaceable in the long journey to find what his father wanted, he was just a bigger piece to the puzzle with two objectives in mind -- find his father and reunite with his sister.

But, to see his sister with people that cared for her, saw her as a human being well that just sparked something in him. They hadn’t known each other for very long, but there was a sense of destruction in Gideon that wanted to make his sister remember that she wasn’t anything of the sort -- she was doll meant to be used and thrown away when her time came...when their father was meant to come back and bring home.

Maybe, that’s why Gideon moved with his plans faster than they should have gone. The chemical reaction in his body should have moved so fast, but his anger and impatience made it so the metal and gases in his body expanded further and faster, as his father’s incomplete voice began to swallow up whatever “sense of self” the young man had once.

The youth his sister had met in Sokovia was barely there when she met and headbutted his last remaining body near the Avengers Compound. Her metal limbs and just entire self encompassed him and why he can heat her and father fighting over whatever --ideology or future plans, he isn't quite sure-- but the last part, as the metal expands and encases the blue burning completely lets that little part that is left of Gideon to shine brightest of all

“Wanda was right,” she laughs breathlessly, “Siblings are so annoying.”

There’s a blast that destroys part of the building that is facing it, as Victor tries his hardest not to run over to where he knows you would be. You had rushed out in the last minute, and in your unstable state he really couldn’t stop you. Lawson had tried following you, but the smoke and fumes had been too much for him as well and he needed to help with the evacuation of all the other less-ranked S.H.I.E.L.D agents.

It isn’t until a least an hour later that both Lawson and Shuri come in with two hovering stretchers that a little blue sheen over them. Green eyes widen and Victor moves his body mainly from shock to look at the person laying on one of them -- limbs missing here and there with blotches of dirt and metal covering them all over.

All the rocks and crystals in the center of the chest are broken or cracked in some way, except the center. There is a light crack, but it is still burning a bright and clear blue.

“She’s still alive,” Shuri declares, “But completely comatose.”

Victor can’t help but sigh with a little laugh, “Of course, she would be. Do you think your plan could work now?”

Shuri looks at the doctor before nodding, “If we want to keep her alive, we better start the vibranium transfusion.”

“And the other?” Lawson can’t help but add-in, the silence heavy but Gideon's own heartbeat is just as strong as yours, though he is missing more patches of skin and limbs than you are. There is also heavy scarring over his face and burns on the right side of his body.

“We’ll do what we can,” Shuri declares while moving her fingers over the hologram keyboard, “For the both of them.”

Lawson frowns, but doesn’t say anything as both Victor and Shuri yell and more medical help is brought in.  

However, it isn’t that easy as skin needs to be regrown and the vibranium needs to be put into balance with the remaining serum and with anything else that happened when that bright light took ahold of everything.

There are so many questions that need answering, but for now -- everyone’s whose life you touched in such a short amount of time hopes you make it back in one piece --- and like you, most of all.  

You are completely unaware that there is a certain man (after he has come back and everything had been explained to him) that tends to stand near your pod every once and a while, though nobody else says anything about it.

You wonder if there was a certain stirring in Audrey Hepburn's character back in Funny Face when she started doing those fashion shoots and opening up herself to the world that had been brought to her by Fred Astaire. You wonder if it was scary at all, or if it was as easy as gliding or flying -- if you forgot to be scared because there was someone with her, even though she was still wary of him when it came to love.

It was one of your first thoughts, as you slow woke up from the dead to have both Shuri and Victor looking at you. You glance around for a second, as the princess asks you how you are feeling.

“I’m…” your voice feels dry from lack of uses over the past couple of months, “...not burning anything?”

Shuri grins and nods, “We’ve stabilized your blood with vibranium and some of your brother’s blood.”

They aren’t sure how to add it might have all be thanks to Captain Rogers, so they leave that part out for now, though it helps that something else is on your mind.

“Gideon?” you faze everything out, remembering your brother’s body but your father’s words (It all deserves to be burned down for what they did to you) being the last things you heard, so you can help but get up just a little in both fear and worry, “Is he still alive?”

“He’s still asleep,” Victor adds in as he motions to a large white pod not too far away from the three of you -- somewhere you had only been a few hours before. At the mention, you just let out of a huff of air before collapsing on the bed once more.

“That’s good,” you let out a light laugh before blacking out completely once more. Shuri and Victor can’t help but look at each other unsure of what just happened, but soon realized that you were alive and well -- and above all else, your powers were being controlled better than they thought they would be.

Slowly but surely you get used to walking in “new skin” as creepy as it may sound because there are patches that have been cleared up and the metal doesn’t sing to you as loud anymore, though it is always there as surely as it seems that Gideon will be sleeping for a while longer -- his healing system completely destroyed and as the Avengers found out, he was the last one of those made. All those others have been destroyed or harmed when the bombings started taking place -- they had all been the sacrifice for bringing your father’s consciousness back once more.

For now, you were sitting underneath the shade of one of the many Avengers building as the sun slowly started to set. The spring heat still made you a bit dizzy here and there, but you had heard that someone was finally coming back from their extended stay in Wakanda.

“Captain Rogers!” you exclaim with a wave, as he runs down the lace for a moment before stopping. Blue eyes stare at you for a good second before you come up to him -- blood starting to warm up just a bit more, but not for its usual reasons.

“Are you alright here?” he can’t help but ask, “Like this?”

You look down at your legging and short sleeve before nodding, “Yes, I’m slowly getting used to the weather.”

Steve smiles before asking if you want to finish the rest of the run with him. You say no, that you still aren’t ready for that sort of thing, though you question if he is willing to watch another movie with you. He agrees right before Lawson ends up calling you for your check-up. You end up heading back inside and wait until your usual hours, as the cold settles in more comfortably than before.

You’re already there, halfway through another Audrey Hepburn movie and munching on popcorn when Steve finally comes in. You welcome him with a pat on the seat and though this is widely different from before, Steve can’t help but wonder what brought about all this change, he ends up -in the silence of it all-- asking right before you start the movie once more.  

“It’s crazy,” you breathe out, trying to express what you were feeling in that one moment that you were sure was the end, “I just jumped in the way without a second thought.”

“That was pretty reckless,” Steve remarks as you give him a questioning stare.

“Now, that’s not fair,” you fight back with a grin. The warmth calling you more than it should, as you lean just a bit closer to Steve, “I’ve heard you do it all the time. I’m just following by example.”

Steve laughs and shakes his head as you give him a soft smile, something that he had never seen before -- at least coming from you. And as you settle in to watch the rest of the movie, Steve can’t help but notice that between the chill of the air-conditioned room and feeling of your lukewarm body, there is a sense of dizziness fluttering inside his chest -- Steve was sure he knew what it might be, but for now things could come as slowly as they would -- you still had much to learn and recover from but he knew that he would be there when you need him.

Between fighting and flying against all these emotions, Steve wouldn’t think twice about staying by your side for now.  

A little bit further down the road, you might end up admitting the same thing as well. And if someone finds you both asleep on the couch later on, well Shuri will have some pictures to show later on as well.

[ironstrangeao3]

During the darkness (you were my sun)

by itsmaneskinbitch

In 2016, the Avengers broke up and everyone went their own way, leaving a handful of heroes to protect the world. In 2017, their names are being cleared and the fugitives were allowed to come home.

Wanda Maximoff is trying to get adjusted to life with people she used to loathe while Natasha Romanoff is trying to have a new beginning with her teammates while teaching her sister how it is to be a hero. When a few midnight coffee meetings start developing into something more, the young women come face to face with feelings they've never had before and the challenge of allowing themselves to be happy for once without pushing their needs aside.

Words: 2633, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Black Widow (Movie 2021)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F

Characters: Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, Avengers Team, Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Stephen Strange, Clint Barton, Thor, Bruce Banner, James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Pietro Maximoff, Yelena Belova, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Vision (Marvel), Michelle Jones, Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Kate Bishop

Relationships: Wanda Maximoff/Natasha Romanov, Avengers Team & Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton & Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff & Wanda Maximoff, Avengers Team & Avengers Team, Yelena Belova & Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton & Natasha Romanov, Peter Parker & Natasha Romanov, Wanda Maximoff & Peter Parker, Natasha Romanov & Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes & Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Tony Stark/Stephen Strange, Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Wanda Maximoff/Peter Parker/Natasha Romanov, Bruce Banner and Natasha Romanoff, Natasha Romanov & Thor, Wanda Maximoff and Tony Stark, Wanda Maximoff and Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner/Clint Barton/Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov/Tony Stark/Thor, Avengers Team & Peter Parker, Natasha Romanov & Sam Wilson

Additional Tags: slowburn, gayest story I have ever read, natasha is 32 and wanda is 26, There's smut, a lot of smut so you've been warned, there's nothing dark and there will be warnings at top of each chapters, civil war happened but everything after this is not canon, also slowburn friendships because mcu didn't repair all the friendships they broke, half of the couples are gay if you don't like it go, natasha and wanda adopt peter at some point, and bucky and steve have their little apartment in brooklyn and are happy, now warnings, anxiety and ptsd, ADHD, natasha gets the life she deserves and wanda doesnt become a villain because she's finally happy, pietro does not fucking die he deserved better, Everything is Beautiful and Everything Hurts, Natasha Romanov Is Not A Robot, Clint Barton & Natasha Romanov Friendship, Protective Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Protective Wanda Maximoff, yelena nat and wanda become an unstoppable trio, there's some fight scenes but not really graphic, me investing my gay needs into a fic, Found Family, wanda still becomes the scarlet witch, nat and wanda are also the best gay mothers no other opinion allowed, both team cap and iron man friendly, i am also projecting my daddy issues on pietro so

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/46037407