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Finding Hope

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: You’ve known for many years you don’t have a soulmate. One day everything you know changes when all of a sudden you do.

You weren’t expecting it. You had spent your entire life knowing you did not have a soulmate. Where you friends and family had an instant connection to their other half at the age of 13, you had nothing. A deafening silence where a world of thoughts, feelings and desires should have been. This had upset you as a child, because it made you different. This upset as an adult, because you understood what it meant. Silence equals death. At some point your soulmate died. You had grieved him and mourned the life you would never have. Then you forced yourself to move on.

That was what you thought anyway, you were not expecting the wave that hit you one summer day. It was like a bullet to your brain. One minute you are going about your day the next you are in agony on the floor. The waves of emotion hitting you are deep, solid and terrifying. Your head has always been quiet and suddenly panic, confusion, anger, terror and a multitude of others are hitting you like bricks. Those around you are on their knees trying to contain your thrashing, but you are too bewildered and scared to even acknowledge them. Eventually, you pass out from the pain and the overwhelming thoughts rushing through your head. The darkness is comforting.

When you wake up you can feel them, a soft hum where there had been a deafening roar. You heave a sigh and gently prod the mind with your own. Confusion claims you.

You are suddenly overwhelmed with a deep sadness and you can’t understand what is happening. Where has this man been your entire life? You throw your covers from your body and swing your legs over the side of your bed and grab your head as it swims with your movements.

You feel guilt wrack your body and it takes several moments to realize that like you can feel him, he can feel you. He’s sorry… You do your best to collect thoughts of forgiveness and send his way, but you honestly have no idea how this works.

It’s a few days of sending feelings back and forth between one another when a news article catches your attention. Captain America is alive by some miracle. You read the story, having missed it on the news, and are shocked when the date catches your attention. The very date your soulmate had appeared in your mind. Suddenly things begin to make sense. That constant state of confusion that he seems to live in, the sorrow that permeates his mind and loss that cuts through even the happiest of moments.

Your Soulmate is Steve Rogers.

Your Soulmate is Captain America.

The revelation is unbelievable, so at first you just don’t believe it. Surely there is some other explanation? Maybe he just wasn’t in range up until now?

It takes several weeks for you to gather the courage to even begin to think about what you need to do to potentially find your soulmate. However, with each day you can feel his feelings of frustrations, loneliness and sorrow grow. You do as much research as you can and then book a flight to New York City. Everyone you know is bewildered at your new strange behavior and very confused at your obsession with Captain America. You couldn’t tell them though. What if he isn’t yours? Wouldn’t it make more sense for his Soulmate to be back in his time? The 1950s? You just didn’t want to get their hopes up. They had watched you struggle with your loneliness your entire life and you couldn’t give them hope. Even if you had hope again, you suddenly feel like you have a shot at the life you never thought you would… If your heart broke again, so be it, but you needed to know.

Upon arriving in New York you have no idea where to go or what to do…

‘Maybe fate will do me a solid and help me find him after all of the torture it’s put me through my entire life,’ you think to yourself as you see a diner off to the side and walk in. You’re tired, hungry and overwhelmed. You can feel the worry of your soulmate prod at your mind and you try to be reassuring.

You find a table in the diner and sit down before grabbing a menu. You are skimming over the choices when you hear an audible sigh from the counter to your right. You are shocked to see among the 1950s memorabilia, Captain America himself. You freeze and shock shoots through you. You watch in amazement as he stiffens before you can feel him prodding you. He’s concerned. You get up and walk over to the counter and sit down beside him. You keep your gaze on him and when he glances over at you he stops suddenly.

Suddenly, you understand what it’s like to have a soulmate. Instantly, you both know who the other is. The loneliness you fought is quiet and almost forgotten with the myriad of feelings that overwhelm you.

“It’s you…” he whispers.

You smile and nod as tears come to your eyes. He smiles as well, the disbelief evident as he reaches out and takes your hand in his.

“Hi… I’m Steve Rogers… your soulmate.”

You can’t say words as you gasp out a sob and throw yourself into his arms. He doesn’t resist, just pulls you closer to him and the two of you sit in the diner wrapped around one another. When the two of you realize what you’ve just done, you quietly pull away from one another embarrassed. He offers you the chair next to him and you sit down. You notice that in your embarrassment you can’t look at him whereas he can’t stop looking at you.

“What’s your name, Ma’am?” he asks in soft wonderment.

“It’s (Y/N)… I’m glad I found you… I didn’t know if I would be able to.”

“Find me? You knew I was your soulmate?”

“All my life my head has just been quiet… It’s been a little lonely. I had just accepted that I would be alone… I figured that my soulmate died as a young child before our connection formed. Then a few weeks ago my head just burst to life… And you were there… When I heard that Captain America was back and the date of you waking up coincided with me suddenly having a soulmate… I just… put two and two together.”

He nods deep in thought for a moment, a pensive look on his handsome face.

“So you came all the way here to find me? In New York?”

“It seems foolish in retrospect…”

“NO! I’m glad you came… I’m glad that we…” he reaches out and puts a hand on top of yours, “found each other…”

You gaze into his eyes and smile softly back at him. A deep sense of peace encompasses your body and you can’t help just enjoying being in his company. Suddenly, that sense of peace that your friends feel, you understand perfectly.

The two of you sit and talk for hours over coffee and desserts. “You must be exhausted from your trip here and I’ve kept you talking in a diner. Do you want to go to your hotel? I can take you there of course! Unless you want to go by yourself, I understand if you need your space.”

“Can you take me? I would like to shower and get changed, then maybe we could…talk… a little more?”

He happily agrees and pays the tab, absolutely refusing to allow you to put any money down at all. He hesitates for only a moment before he takes your hand in his and leads you outside to his motorcycle parked outside.

“I didn’t take you for the dangerous type Mr. Red White and Blue…” you say with a wink.

He grins at you, “And why not?”

“Hmm… I don’t know… You always seemed so… noble?”

He takes a step towards you and his hands come to rest naturally on your waist, and his voice drops to a low murmur, “You don’t become a hero by following orders.”

You feel a shiver go up your spine before your hands come to rest on his chest, “That’s good… For a moment I was afraid I had a boring soulmate.”

He chuckles before he pulls away and gets onto the bike before he helps you on behind him. Your backpack with all your things making it a little awkward. The backpack you had to practically pry out of Steve’s fingers in order to carry yourself. You weren’t really used to anyone helping you with things.

When you arrive at your hotel Steve frowns at it, “I don’t like that you’re staying here alone…”

“What? It’s a nice place!”

“It’s… not that… I could probably get you a room at the tower… I would like it better if you were close to me…”

It suddenly hit who your Soulmate actually is. A superhero. A legend. A celebrity. The implications that you could not be safe is not lost on you.

Steve pulls a phone out of his pocket and looks down at it hopelessly.

“Do you…?”

He looks up at you with his brows furrowed adorably before he holds the phone out to you with a sigh.

You giggle as you take it from him and step closer to him. “If you want to make a call, you just tap the little icon that looks like a phone.”

“In my day we used actual phones…” he grumbles.

You turn towards him and peck his cheek taking him off guard, “It’ll get better. Now who do you need to call?”

He tells you the name of his contact at the Tower and you scroll through his contacts until you find them. You tap their name and hand him the phone back. He holds the phone up to his ear and begins to speak into it. His arm comes around behind you and he pulls you towards him as a large group of men walk by. Instead of removing his arms from you, he leaves it there and you love how safe you feel in his arms.

It takes only a moment for him to explain the situation and inform you that you will be staying in the tower with him. You don’t argue and the two of you head to the Tower so that you can freshen up and change.

When you walk into the tower you are amazed. There are windows lining the outer wall and everything is high tech. The best of the best and that which isn’t even on the market yet. You gaze in wonder at the stainless steel and the modern decor. It has an odd atmosphere, which takes you a moment to understand. You are a photographer and you are used to colors and textures, everything here feels static and robotic.

“This is nice…”

“You don’t sound impressed.”

“It’s just very… stale.”

He chuckles, “Yeah…. It’s not very homey…”

You hum in agreement as you follow him up the stairs to your room. You can’t believe that you will be sleeping in this Tower tonight.

“Well I appreciate it anyway…”

He pauses and you almost bump into him making you stumble a little on the stairs. He reaches out and catches you before you stumble and steadies you.

“It will be nice to have a friendly face around here, even if it is just for a few days,” he murmurs as he gazes into your eyes. You feel his loneliness hit you like a freight train in that moment. You’ve always prided yourself on your independence and promised yourself you would never uproot your life for a man. However… Steve lost his life the day that plane crashed. He may be alive but he woke up with no one to call family or friend in a time that may as well be a whole other world.

“Well… perhaps it can be longer than that… I mean we are supposed to be made for each other right? I’m sure I could find opportunities here.”

He gazes at you for a few moments in wide eyed wonder, “You don’t have…”

“Maybe I just want to…Maybe we both need each other in ways we don’t even know yet…”

He tries to hide his smile by looking down and avoiding your eyes. “That would be nice then… It would be nice to have… you here with me.”

“Does that mean we’re going to do the old fashioned dating thing?”

He smirks at you, “Have you ever been swing dancing?”

“I’ve never even been dancing…”

His mouth drops open and his eyes widen in shock, “Never been dancing?! Well we’re just going to have to fix that!”

You laugh, “I guess we are.”

That night when he took you dancing, you’ve never felt more at home than you did in his arms.

It took me forever to write this! I liked how I ended it though! I think it was quite cute!! Comment and tell me what you thought!

Taglist: @moli1497 @crist1216 @emmateskey @fandom-princess-forevermore

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Me, a fool, on my way to see the re release of endgame: Maybe they won’t kill Tony Stark this time

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me having a new idea for a relatively short fic:

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When It Rains, It Pours (Thor x Reader) Part 1

After an intense battle, the avengers have saved New York from being corrupted by Loki’s evil. The time has come to bring him to Asgard to face judgement and proper punishment. You’ve been enlisted by Tony Stark to help create a device that will temporarily disable Loki’s abilities in order to ensure he won’t escape. However, when you go through a test run of the device with the mighty Thor you find that the device malfunctions and instead takes away Thor’s powers instead. How will you help the God of thunder now that he remains powerless against his brother’s ill will.

Thor x Reader

Words: 3,985

A/N: ITS FINALLY HERE!!! I told y’all I was going to provide with Thor content!! I may have skipped out on that crown fell update but yknow all in the name of the Lord of thunder ya feel me. ANYWAYS!! I hope yall enjoy this fic as much as I enjoyed writing it!!

BTW check me out on ao3!! crownfell is up there and this fic will be too as it updates!! ao3 link

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my brain: write

me: ok

me: *opens a doc* so?

my brain: so what

me: words?

my brain: what's words

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Hello yes this is a great story and I’m loving it so much so far. It’s rare that I read/like Tom fics but this was so much fun to me. Please keep posting and keep writing you have so much talent!!!!! I really enjoyed it thank you for writing it <3

My Best Friend’s Best Friend (Part 3)

A/N: So I know that I don’t update super often but I have actually had all the parts up to now written since July 2018, I just feel really bad that I don’t know what else to add to the story and I think this is the part where it kind of falls apart and becomes uninteresting (tbh I think 2.5 is where I peaked) so I didn’t want to post it, but what I’ve decided to do is I’ll post this and see how much I can improve on it to continue the story and if I feel like it’s going nowhere I’m going to rewrite it as Peter Parker x Reader instead of Tom Holland because I do have some ideas on how I could make that story continue.

Word Count: a little over 2500

Warnings: It’s not very good?

You are abruptly awoken by someone jumping on top of you in your bed.

“Oof” you huff with the sudden pressure on your legs. You cover your eyes and mutter “go away” before trying to roll away, but to no avail.

“Come on (Y/N) it’s nearly 11 o’clock, you just gonna sleep all day?” you hear Harrison ask.

“Jeezus Harrison” you reply while snapping your eyes open, suddenly much more awake, assuming it was Cassie jumping on you and not Harrison.

“What are you doing here?” you ask as you rub your sleepy eyes.

“Your mum let me in” he explains, standing up from his spot laying on your legs.

You throw the covers over your head and lay back down muttering “Of course she did.”

“Goodness me” Harrison says, his voice laced with sarcasm “you were all over me for answers last night and now you don’t even want them?”

You whip the covers off you and sit up straight, having forgotten about last night. You gesture for Harrison to sit down and say, “You must tell me everything, leave out no details!”

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When Worlds Collide...- Peter Parker x Reader, Barry Allen x Reader, MCU x DCU Crossover - Part 9.

Previous - Next - MASTERLIST

For the next few hours you decided to spend it with Barry, Bruce and mostly, Tony. To no one’s surprise you and Tony got along really well, you didn’t know much about the science stuff, but you knew enough to show interest and pay attention. Not too long ago, Nat and Steve returned from shield with info and some stuff for Tony, Bruce and Barry to fix the tachyon device.

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I recently went on a pretty long trip, and, let me tell you, home sickness is real. This was great to read after that so thank you!!

Homesick

Tom x reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: anxiety (and a whole lot of fluff too)

a/n: taking a small break from my series because I felt like a little comfort so I wrote this. hope you enjoy xx

You hoped for a sense of relief once you returned to your hotel room after a long day in Paris, but your feeling of discomfort seemed to get worse. Ahead of you, Tom dropped his backpack by the door and let out a loud sigh of exhaustion. He rounded the corner and entered the bathroom to freshen up.

You closed the door, feeling your shoulders getting tenser. Your hands were starting to shake and as you made your way to the bed and your mind continued to wander, you felt a sense of nausea.

The idea of wanting to go home hit you in the middle of the day while Tom was doing an interview. You were by yourself for the first time in his press tour, and it was only for about 20 minutes, but that’s all your mind needed for you to start missing home. You thought about how long you’d been away and how you wished you had your old routine back. You just wanted to go home but you couldn’t. It was like you had no more control like you had no say in what you could do.

You slowly sat down on the bed, your whole body becoming tense. Tom wandered in and out of the bathroom as he settled down from his big day.

“Oh, let’s start thinking about what we want to do tomorrow since I have the day off,” Tom said.

You took a deep breath in an attempt to calm down but it didn’t work. You just watched Tom instead and hoped it would distract you, even just for a moment.

“I know you’ve always wanted a photo in front of the Eiffel Tower so we can do that.” He pokes his head out of the bathroom with a toothbrush in his hand. He points it towards you. “Oh, and we can get dinner and try everything on the menu. Only French food.”

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Tom accidentally dropping your name in an interview and people getting suspicious

i thought i’d do a headcanon for this (it’s my first one so go easy on me) but i hope you like it! 🤙🏼

Tom would be doing press for his latest film

It was a day filled with interview after interview and the questions were beginning to get monotonous

Typical press tour questions but it felt like no one was even attempting to ask something different, something substantial

He’d played a silly game here and there with some of the interviewers, which actually helped make the day a bit better

You knew he’d be busy most of the day but he made sure to sneak a few texts to you

“i miss you”

“they just brought up Tess 🥺 give her a hug for me”

You’d send him a quick pic of yourself snuggled up with Tessa - “we miss you ♥️”

But it had been hours since you last heard from Tom and you tapped your phone to life noticing all of the notifications on the screen

They weren’t from Tom though

“who is the girl he was talking about?”

“this is her!!”

You see his fans tagging you after figuring out your Instagram from some of Tom’s old posts with you in the pictures

Unbeknownst to you, Tom had dropped your name when an interviewer asked a question about filming

That question?

“What was one of your favorite days from set?”

Tom had brought up the day you and Harrison had come to visit since he’d been homesick during most of filming

Except Tom focused mainly on you during his answer

And the fans were having a field day with it

Your eyes widened as your follower count increased, likes on old pics of you and Tom started rolling in, and you were being tagged in fan posts (some nice, some not so nice…you ignored the mean ones)

“the div mentioned you, didn’t he? 😂” a text from Harrison buzzed your phone

You figured Haz was getting tagged in stuff as well

Finally when the day of interviews came to an end for Tom, he pulled his phone out to call you but was met by a screen filled with social media notifications

“…please don’t strangle me when i come home this weekend…” Tom nervously sent you

“you do remember Haz was with us that entire day, right? 🧐”

“you two are never going to let me live this down huh? 😓”

You laughed realizing Harrison must have texted Tom teasing him

“i guess the secret’s out, spoiler boy 🤫”

Tom chuckled to himself…that nickname would never go away

It was late where he was but he figured he’d just add more fuel to the fire that was already raging

Another notification popped up on your phone but you had already fallen asleep

You’d wake up to a picture Tom posted from the day you’d been on set…the two of you in his trailer, your head nestled on his shoulder

The caption: “Fun fact…Haz was there too 😜”

“i can really feel the love. thanks, ya little shit” Harrison commented

You shook your head with a laugh when you eventually saw the post

Your comment was a simple pair of emojis

“🤫🥰”

And the fan speculation continued on…

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Daddy’s Girl

Pairings: Daddy! Barry x reader

Warnings: Swearing

You pushed the door bell and waited. Not even five minutes later a guy with an exhausted expression on his face and an adorable little girl on his hip met you on the other side of the door. You smile politely and the little girl giggles at you.

“Hi I’m Barry and this is my daughter Nora. Sorry I look a mess right now someone didn’t want to take a bath.” He looks at Nora with the shake of his head and she just babbles in her own little world. She was so adorable. Her big green eyes like her father shined brighter than the sun.

“Hey I’m y/n.” You shake hands and step inside. His place was a little small for a family but you said nothing. He sets Nora down in her playpen and she whines a little until the teddy bear next to her catches her eye and soon she doesn’t want Barry’s attention anymore.

“So let me show you around.” The tour was short. You two went over what days you’d watch little Nora and what she eats and what she puts up a fuss about. The little one sure was a picky eater but you’re use to it. You’ve been babysitting for a while now. Your situation has been a little annoying. Saving money was hard but its the only way you’ll be able to pay for college.

He gave you his number and grabbed his coffee cup before waving and leaving for work. If you couldn’t reach him there was a list of numbers on the fridge with names next to them. You go into the living room to see Nora asleep with the teddy bear in her arms and you smile. you always wanted kids of your own someday but you didn’t have time to think about that right now. Picking her up gently you walk to her room and lay her in her crib and turn the baby monitor on before going back to the living room to clean up the toys left around on the floor.

The day went by slow. Nora slept through the most of it but two hours before Barry came home she was awake and bouncing around with energy. The little goofball loved you already. Right now she was sitting in your lap giggling while playing with your hair she tugged a little too hard and you winced. Her big eyes widened and she let go. you could see the sadness in her eyes that she hurt you. You quickly shake your head and hug her close.

“No No sweetie its okay.” You try and calm her down but her lips quivered anyway so you kiss her head and sing softly and just like magic she stops crying and looks at you with a wide smile on her face. Before you could finish the song a key unlocking a door sounded in your ear and you look over to see Barry walk in with a briefcase.

“Hey, how was she?”

“She’s an absolute angel.” You go over to him with Nora on your hip and she squeals with excitement the closer she got to her daddy. He takes her in his arms and kisses her chubby cheeks and she squeals more and squishes his cheeks. It was such an adorable sight.

“I made dinner. it’s on the stove for you and I cleaned up for you” You rub your hands on your jeans nervously. you don’t even know why you’re nervous.

“Y/n, you didn’t have to do that” He says with a soft tone as Nora chewed on his shirt.

“I know but I wanted to. I figured you’d be too tired to do anything when you get off work but you don’t have to pay me extra or anything” You gather your things, getting ready to head out the door until a large hand on your arm stopped you.

“Would you like to stay for dinner?” Barry asks, a pleading look in his eyes. He wants you to say yes.

You smile softly and put your bag down next to the door. “Of course, I’d love to”

As the night went by you and Barry got to know each other. Once little Nora was asleep you and Barry’s conversation went from talking about college to your non existent love life to Nora’s mother. You learned that her name was Iris West and you instantly remembered that she was the owner of that blog about The Flash. She left Barry for a job offer a month after Nora was born and never came back. You didn’t know the woman and already knew she was a major bitch. How can someone just leave their baby?

“I’m sorry about her. You truly deserved better” You say kindly and Barry just nods. He wasn’t sure if he even wanted to find someone new after all the dates he’s been on he came to conclusion that he didn’t want different women around Nora. It’s always just been him and Nora and honestly he was perfectly fine with that but it was something about you that he was strung on and he really wanted more. Maybe its the fact that Nora instantly took a liking to you or how you always were so willing to help him. He doesn’t know but he’ll find out soon.

A/N: Sorry this part is super short I made it this way because this intentionally was supposed to be an oneshot but I came up with a lot of ideas for this story so it’ll be a mini series instead. I hope you enjoyed it!

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