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This Love | Roy Kent

note; random ted lasso imagine for the girlies who are in love with roy kent (me). not proof read as per usual

There was no such thing as right person wrong time, you reminded yourself for the twentieth time in the past two months as you turned off your tv— absolutely tired of seeing your ex boyfriend blasted all over the football channels.

You had broken up about mid way threw his last season— well, he had broken up with you. You had been together for about a year and a half. A beautiful, really happy year and a half. Sure the man was an absolute grump, preferring more to groan than talk half the time, but he had the largest hart of any person you had ever met. His love was so pure and so kind.

The breakup was a bit of a blindside. He had been playing poorly, slowing down as a consequence of his age catching up. He was making mistakes. And Roy Kent did not make mistakes. So he did what only made sense to him in that moment and cut out all distractions. And you, well you were the biggest distraction of them all.

So you packed all of his things in a cardboard box and marched through the halls of the Richmond FC clubhouse, heals echoing across the lithium floor. Your head was high but your heart was in your stomach as you willed the tears to wait until you were safely back behind the tinted windows of your car.

You smiled at Higgins as you passed him outside of the locker room doors, receiving a sheepish wave back. You didn’t realize it at the time, but your smile paired with the dead look in your eye was absolutely terrifying. Next thing you knew you were dropping the box down on the floor in front of him, whipping your hair over your shoulder, and walking away with a sway of your hips that you know had his eyes glued to your admittedly amazing ass.

It was, of course, an act, cause there you were two months and a retirement later, heart still aching every time you saw the unfortunately handsome man across your screen.

Apparently Roy Kent did, in fact, make mistakes. Maybe not on the pitch, but literally everywhere else. Going home to a bed that didn’t have you in it? A mistake. Not having you by his side through the most difficult decision of his life? A mistake. Watching as you laughed along with Jamie’s flirting across the bar? A horrible, terrible fucking mistake.

Roy Kent was an angry man, but my god did he think he was going to explode in that moment. He wouldn’t be surprised if steam was comically coming out of his ears. He could only be brought to tear his eyes from you at the sound of the seat beside him being pulled out, and an insufferable American accent ordering a whiskey from the bar tender.

“You know Roy— you’re about as subtle as a hot pink convertible driving through a south Georgia suburb.” Ted nodded, eyes following Roy’s to you standing beside a smirking Jamie. “You know you breaking up with her hurt more than my own divorce.”

“Fuck off.” Roy muttered, throwing back the rest of his own whiskey.

“I’m serious man. Y’all two love each other— and no amount of pretending like your don’t will change that. That right there,” he paused, pointing to you—“that is a mighty fine woman. One who loves you. You don’t let something like that slip away if you can help it. Take it from me.”

You couldn’t help but to laugh at Jamie’s jokes. It was a good distraction from being in the same room as Roy for the first time since you had dropped off your stuff. Still you could feel him watching you without even glancing in his direction, like he’d never left. You had to be begged by Keeley to even show face, your dear friend insisting that everyone missed you loads. You had a feeling that she was just testing her theory of the two of you not being able to stay away from each other once you took away the distance.

The back of your neck burned, the same way it would when he’d kiss it in passing. Your stomach, once filled with butterflies, was now heavy with lead. You knew Jamie was only speaking with you to piss Roy off. You didn’t care. Or maybe you did, and that’s why you let it keep going.

You watched with confusion as Jamie’s eyes grew wide peering over your shoulder, “I’ve got to run now love.” He muttered, his thick accent mixed with both of your alcohol intake leaving you in confusion.

You could feel that burning feeling getting worse, palms slicking with nervous sweat. You turned around to to met with a wide chest clad in all black, tipping your head back your eyes danced over a familiar bearded chin up to a set of dark eyes that set you on fire. The familiar, gruff man grabbed your wrist, taking your drink and throwing it back himself before dragging you out to the porch.

Your feet were moving faster than your brain, still struggling to process if this was that recurring dirty dream you kept having, or a much more frightening reality. The cold nipping at your bare arms answered that one quickly— you were always on a beach in that dream.

Before you know it Roy had your back against the railing of a porch, body warmed from where it was trapped against his own. He brought his head down against yours, eyes screwed shut like he was in physical pain. You brought your hands against his chest, fists closed tightly around the material of his overpriced black suit jacket. He smelled familiar, like the cologne you had gotten him for his birthday.

“I’m such a fucking prick.” He muttered against your hair, bringing his hand to cradle the back of your head.

“Damn right.” You responded through a teary laugh against the side of his neck. “Proper fucking idiot you are.”

He let out a gruff laugh, hands coming up to cradle your face— pulling you back gently so he could look at you. His eyes were soft, that special look that he saved just for you painted across his face. You loved him so much that it physically hurt. Even after he took a knife and stabbed you in the chest.

Right person wrong time didn’t exist, because even through everything, Roy never stopped being your right person.

“I will spend every last day of my fucking life making this up to you. If you’ll have me back.” He muttered, eyes scanning your face with such sincere regret you might’ve fallen over if he wasn’t holding you up.

Maybe it was stupid to take him back, but you hadn’t realized until that very moment that Roy Kent owned a very large piece of you. And standing there in his arms, you had finally gotten it back.

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It’s Disgusting | Steve Harrington

Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

summary; you, robin, and steve spent dustin’s summer away together

After a very long day at the mall, walking around aimlessly while you waited for your brother, it was safe to say that you were a little frustrated when he never showed.

You had brought him to Scoops Ahoy after his endless begging and bothering. He wanted to see Steve as he hadn’t seen his friend since he left for camp at the very beginning of the summer.

You tried to bury the hurt that came with your brother being less than excited to see you after the weeks apart and brought him to the mall.

You and Steve had seen each other in those weeks— probably more so then you had when Dustin was there.

Some days you spent sitting in a booth at Scoops Ahoy chatting with him and his coworker, Robin. They were the main source of your entertainment, if you were being honest. The duo was hilarious together.

Eventually you decided to just go collect your brother.

You walked into Scoops slowly, taking in the small ice cream parlor. It was Robin’s turn at the register, the girl perking up when she spotted you. “Y/N!” she greeted, grinning widely,

“Finally another human with a functioning brain. I swear I could feel my neurons dropping off one by one after spending the day with those dweebs.” She sighed, pointing to your brother and Steve.

“I was happy for the day off,” you nodded with a playful smile, sending a wink to the girl as you shifted your attention to the troublesome duo.

“Time to go, pipsqueek!” You called out, hiking your purse further onto your shoulder.

Steve looked up at the sound of your voice, a large smile taking over his face, “If it isn’t my favorite Henderson! Haven’t seen you since yesterday.”

“Be still my ever beating heart— King Steve remembers me? How ever did I get this lucky?”

“I tend to remember the pretty ones,” Steve winked, ignoring your brother’s disgusted grimace.

“First of all, ew,” Dustin groaned, hitting Steve’s stomach, “—second of all, back off Y/N. Get your own friends.”

“Hey, no” Steve interrupted, putting a hand up, “your sister is an honorary Scoops Ahoy employee whether you like it or not.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Dustin questioned, his arms crossed as he watched Steve make eyes at his sister.

“Oh yeah,” Robin agreed, “she’s the only thing that’s kept me from taking a scooper to Harrington’s head this summer.”

“I’ve been told I have that affect on people,” you gloated, wrapping an arm around your brother and pulling him into your side.

“C’mon, it’s time to go home.”

“Leaving already?” Steve questioned, stopping to stand in front of you, “I didn’t even have a chance to get you your daily sample of USS Butterscotch.”

“Oh God,” Dustin groaned, “get a room.”

You and Steve ignored the boy as he wiggled his way from your grip, moving to stand by Robin.

“How about we just make it a whole cone tomorrow and we’ll call it even?”

Steve pretended to think about it, a small smirk settled comfortably on his lips, “I don’t know if I’d call that even. How about you let me take you to the movies this weekend?”

“Promise me we’ll see Back to the Future and we’ve got a deal.”

“Dear God what have you done?!” Dustin cursed quietly from his spot beside Robin, watching as Steve and you continued to make plans together. Alone.

“It’s a date then,” Steve smiled.

“It’s a date,” you agreed.

Robin grinned, having secretly wanted the two of you together since you started hanging out at the shop. “It’s young love, Dustin. It’s young love.”

“It’s disgusting.”

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The Look | Natasha Romanoff

Natasha x Reader

summary; “stop looking at me like that, i can’t think when you give me that look” requested

send me female!marvel requests pls :))

You were trying so hard to focus on finishing the report for your last mission but it felt like everything was working against you.

First it was Tony asking for your help in his lab with another one of his ridiculous project. You were almost positive he could’ve gotten any other one of your friends to help him, but the man insisted on you.

Then Thor decided to pay a visit and you hadn’t seen the man in months so of course he had your undivided attention.

After hours you had finally found peace on the couch in the compound. The rest of the team had gone out for the night, leaving you to your devices. You settled fown quickly, blankets on your lap as you worked to fill out the forms.

You hadn’t even known that Natasha stayed back until she took a seat on the end of the couch, a book already situated in her lap. You sent the red head a small smile before returning to your work.

You and Natasha had been flirting for awhile but nothing had ever really come out of it. You knew she wasn’t really the relationship type, and the last thing you wanted to do was jeopardize your friendship for something that would likely be temporary.

About five minutes in and you could feel Natasha’s heated gaze on the side of your face. You tried to ignore it, you really did, but it was impossible for you to focus when she looked at you with that much intensity.

“Is there something on my face?” You finally asked, looking up from the forms that you should have had finished by then.

Natasha shruged, a small smirk tugging at her lips. She knew exactly what she was doing. “Aside from that adorable face you make when you concentrate, not really.”

You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest, “Well stop looking at me like that, I can’t think when you give me that look.”

“That’s the point,” Natasha smirked, leaning against her hand, making no move to return to her book.

“Fine!” You huffed, throwing your papers down beside you and closing your eyes.

You could feel Nat shifting closer, placing a gentle hand on your thigh. Slowly you opened your eyes, meeting her heated gaze with one of your own. “You’re very distracting, you know that?”

Natasha smiled sweetly, something different from her usual smirk. “You’re one to talk.”

Slowly she wound her hand through your hair, pulling you in closer. “Tell me to stop.”

You only leaned in closer, pressing your soft lips against her own.

The kiss was short and sweet and not at all how you had imagined one from Natasha. She pulled away slowly, looking you over. “Don’t worry,” she chucked at the sight of your playful pout, “there’ll be more of that later.”

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Happy Fathers Day | Steve Rogers

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary; if yall are looking for a cute father!steve, this isn’t it lol.. but it made me giggle

it’s super short lol but i just got the idea & wanted to write it,, it’s inpired by a tweet i saw ;)

Realization dawned on you at the fifth person who had wished Steve a happy Fathers Day that afternoon, your eyes growing wide. You cheeks flushed on their own accord, watching as your boyfriend’s eyebrows crinkled in confusion yet again.

“Thanks I guess?” He responded, though it was more of a question then anything. Steve shot you a confused shrug, not noticing the horror that had taken over your face.

“Oh my God,” you whispered, mortified.

It had been during a walk through mission when it happened, a mission that everyone was expecting to he far more difficult then it actually turned out.

Natasha and Clint had even made a game of who could collect the most intel in the hour that you would be at the location. Steve hadn’t even warned against it.

You, being bored, decided that you wanted to make your own game out of it. To see how flustered you could manage to get Steve Rogers.

He was an easy man to overwhelm, his cheeks heating up at even the smallest compliment or sign of public affection.

Your first move was just a simple kiss on the cheek in passing when he was chatting with Sam, the Falcon teasing your boyfriend afterwards only adding to it.

Next was a hug from behind, followed by you pushing the Captain against the wall and laying a heated kiss on his lips.

Your big finale had already been planned, knowing exactly what to do to get to him. It was extreme, you’d admit, and definitely not something you’d normally do. But you needed to go out with a bang.

It was close to the time where you were all scheduled to load back into the quinjet and head home when you made your move. Steve was standing beside Bucky and Sam, listening to their bickering with an expression that was equally as stern as it was amused.

Slowly you wound your arms around his abdomen, pressing a kiss to the shell of his ear. “How was the mission, Daddy?”

You were quick to disconnect yourself from the man, only glancing at his completely frozen state over your shoulder as you bounded up the ramp of the jet.

You could hear Bucky and Sam trying to shake the man out of his haze, dragging him by his arms into the jet. Steve’s entire body was red under his suit, you could tell. Mission accomplished.

What you hadn’t known was that his earpiece just so happened to have been on and connected to Tony’s who was back at the compound, serving as your eyes on the ground.

“Shit.”

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Puppy Love | Thor Odinson

Thor x Reader

summary; reader and thor are pining after eachother.. all it takes is a push from the right person to send thor over edge

a/n; i hate this lol.. i started it awhile ago but i didn’t know where to go with it but I promised a post today so here ya go

Thor had a crush on you but didn’t say annything just followed like a puppy then Valkarie comes and flirts it up and he’s all jealous and stuff

Thor was your friend, that much you were sure of. The other Avengers, however, were convinced that he was head over heels for you. You took his following you around like a lost puppy as him seeing you as his closest friend.

Thor was definitely in love with you. Everytime he saw you his eyes transformed into hearts. He had sought out advice from both Tony and Steve— both telling him to do the exact opposite. Thor settled on trying to whoo you with his gentlemanly actions.

Never was there a time where you were left to open your own door or bring in your own groceries— Thor made sure of that. But he was too timid to ask you out. He figured that if you shared his feelings you would let him know directly.

You were both very, very wrong.

Things shifted for Thor when his dear friend, the last Valkarie paid him and the rest of the team a visit at the compound.

You hadn’t yet met the woman, having been on your own solo mission the last time she had been there.

And boy was she a sight.

When the last remaining Valkyrie stepped in to the room she had captured everyone’s attention— yours included. She exuded confidence that you could only dream of having. And as an ancient warrior of the highest class, hers was very well earned.

Thor was of course beside you when the woman entered, so before you knew it you were practically sandwiched between the duo. Thor welcomed her in his normal booming voice. “This is my dear friend, y/n.” He introduced.

The Valkyrie couldn’t help but to smirk. She had heard more about you then she was Sure Thor would want you to know.

“You’re even more beautiful the Thor described,” she greeted, placing a gentle kiss on the back of your hand. You couldn’t help but to blush— both because she was beyond attractive and because Thor had apparently called you beautiful.

“I’m pretty sure I specifically told you that her beauty could not be described adequately using this midguarian tongue—“ Thor grumbled, crossing his arms.

By this point you were positive an egg could be fried on the back of your neck.

“I’m just messing with you Thor! Lighten up why don’t you,” she smirked, practically patting herself on the back for her little pun.

Thor just spluttered with pink cheeks, pouting like a five year old.

“Why don’t you and your beautiful lady friend here point me to the nearest bar. I could use a drink.”

A couple hours later and you were clad in pajama pants, snuggled under a blanket on the couch— watching the latest episode of Grey’s Anatomy. Sam was to your right, muching on what you thought to be some chips. He might’ve been more invested in Meredith and DeLuca then you were.

You felt the spot beside you sink, looking over to find the Valkyrie looking at you with a smirk. “So what is this? I find Midguardian television to be especially interesting after a few drinks.”

You sent the intimidating woman a small smile, trying your best to sum 15 seasons up into a couple of paragraphs.

Thor could only watch from beside Sam, his grumbling messing with the man’s concentration. “Can I help you?”

“It is nothing my bird friend,” Thor sighed, “—I just seem to have missed my chance with lady y/n. It is my own fault really, a maiden as fair as she shouldn’t wait for me to ‘man up’ as Tony says.”

Sam chucked quietly, watching you chat with Valkyrie who definitely appeared to be interested. Probably more so in screwing with Thor then actually persuing you. And if Sam knew anything about you, his long time friend, it was that your feelings for the blonde weren’t going anywhere.

“You better make your move soon, buddy,” Sam paused, thinking carefully about his next words, “—I don’t think she’s a goner yet but it looks like your friend is pulling out all the stops.”

The next morning Thor was the first to greet you, a plate covered with poptarts in tow. “Good morning, Lady Y/N.” He grinned, holding up the plate, “I would appreciate your company on the balcony for breakfast if you do not mind.”

A soft blush was quick to bloom as you sent the God a nod, falling in step beside him. You had always harbored a crush on the man who you were sure was relms out if your league.

“I’m glad you agreed to join me— I haven’t seen much of you since Hilde came for her visit.”

You grinned, taking a warm poptart off the plate he had sat down between you. “You haven’t been around much. I though you were avoiding me.”

It was Thor’s turn to blush as he shrugged innocently, “I wasn’t sure my presence was welcomed. I thought you two would like the time alone.”

“I’m always happy to spend time with you, Thor,” you replied, surprised that the words had even come out of your mouth. Thor’s insecurity brought out the opposite in you, for some twisted reason.

A smile bloomed on his face, “Truly?”

“Of course! You’re great and you always manage to make me laugh somehow. I enjoy our time together,” you reassured, placing your hand over his gently.

“Well— I just thought you and Val,”

“Val and I are just friends,” you cut Thor off, squeezing his hand, “—she had questions about life on Earth. I think she just flirts with me to tease.”

“She flirts with you because she knows that it sends my mind spinning.”

You smirked, leaning in slightly, “Well she’s not here now.”

The sudden burst of confidence had taken you both off guard— not that you were complaining. You had a feeling that if it were left up to Thor there would be at least another month of awkward spluttering and following you around like a lost puppy.

“Well for starters I would very much enjoy to take you out for a meal, as a true Lady should be treated.”

“I’d like that very much.”

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Goodbye to Family | Natasha Romanoff

natasha x platonic!reader

ENDGAME SPOILERS — even though the ban was lifted forever ago

me giving the Nat storyline a little more closer :(

Natasha had quickly become one of your best friends after you had joined the Avengers. She found that your life had paralleled her own in some ways.

You had been raised the fight since you were a little girl, though your trainer was your own parents. Both worked for the American government and knew what dark secrets it held.

Those same secrets resulted in their death and then you going off of the grid for years, doing contracted work to make a living. Eventually Nick Fury had found you, making you a SHIELD Agent and then finally an Avenger.

You were quiet and untrusting— just like she was until she made a family put of the team. She was the first person you had even opened up to.

The two of you didn’t have to talk when you were together— just being in eachothers presence brought a certain level of comfort that you weren’t sure you had ever felt.

You trusted the woman with your life. So when she didn’t come back with Clint and the soul stone you felt your heart break instantly. It was the only time they had ever seen you cry— as you clung onto Stevebwith your vice like grip, begging the man to make the pain stop.

Sure you loved the team— but Nat was your only family. Nobody else understood you— understood your pain like she did.

You didn’t blame Clint, even if he had blamed himself. You just wish you would’ve known your last time seeing her would be your last time.

Instead you were left to bury an empty casket, sending the picture of the two of you with clint across the lake alongside Tony’s old reactor.

Natasha Romanoff kept you sane through it all. Through the bad memories and the nightmares. And now that everyone around you had their families back and yours was taken away— you couldn’t help but to feel lost all over again.

But this time you weren’t sure if there was anyone out there who could bring you back.

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Won’t Let You Down | Steve Rogers

steve rogers x platonic!reader

ENDGAME SPOILERS — even though the ban has been lifted

btw i cried real tears while writing this, so anGst— but a happy-ish ending depending on how you look at it :))

You watched as Steve disappeared into the makeshift, much smaller timemachine with the infinity stones.

The past five years of your life had been hell, to say the very least. Where others would say you were lucky to have survived the snap, you wanted nothing more than to just disappear. Then you wouldn’t be left to mourn the loss of most of the people you held closest to you, all while baring the weight of the world on your shoulders.

Everyone expected you to rise up and be who they knew you could be. You never understood what that meant— where the faith came from. Sure you were an Avenger, but you were ordinary. Basic powers, basic level of intelligence, not exactly a leader— you were no Captain America or Iron Man.

But still you tried, mostly because there was nobody left and the team was mourning too. Well, what was left if them. Somebody had to take on more responsibility, and burrying yourself in the work seemed like a good way to bury your feelings.

At first there were talks of finding a way to get them back. But then Tony moved to a cabin in the woods and had a kid with Pepper, and Clint went off the grid. Everyone was trying to focus on adjusting to life without the ones they loved. But it was easier just to forget they existed.

And then five years had passed and suddenly the word hope didn’t feel like a curse on the tongue anymore. Time travel was possible and so was getting everyone back.

And then you succeeded after almost failing more times then you could count. After more losses then you could count. First Natasha, then Tony, and you were grieving all over again.

But everyone was back and the good out weighed the bad.

Steve was there through it all, pushing you to become better. You were almost positive he took you on as a project from a distraction. But he was there for you more then you thought you deserved. He pushed hard but it worked because all of a sudden you were making calls and writing orders and being in charge.

Steve held you when the grief couldn’t be pushed down any longer— when it boiled over and you remembered every memory you had with Sam or Peter. When you remembered trying to help the kid with his homework only to quit because he was way smarter then you— or messing with Bucky with Sam.

Steve held you together even though you were sure he wanted to fall apart.

So when he didn’t come back after the five seconds you felt your stomach drop. You refused to believe that a man who had survived all that he had was gone.

And then Bucky called out your name— everyone turning to the little old man who sat on the bench, overlooking the water. When he turned to face you his features were unmistakeable.

Steve Rogers was still Steve Rogers— still Captain America regardless of age. Slowly you walked in closer, standing in front of the man you had grown close to. You smiled shakily at the sight of the golden ring on his finger— he had gotten his happy ending.

“How’s it going, old man?” You questioned shakily, sitting beside him on the bench. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him— you wouldn’t be able to keep the tears in like you were trying so hard to do.

Steve chuckled, pulling a black bag out from under the bench, “I can’t complain.”

“Why’d you do it?” You couldn’t help but to question, not entirely knowing if you wanted the answer. You knew he knew what you meant. Hell, Steve knew more about you then you did about yourself.

Steve smiled slightly, watching as you looked over the water with your chin held high. “I needed to do something for me for once. I think Tony would’ve wanted me to do it.”

“Was it a good life?”

“The best. But I did miss you— and Bucky, and the team. I told Peggy all about you— how you remind me of her. You’re both so strong.. so brave.”

You almost cursed as a tear fell when you turned to look at Steve. Yet another person you had lost, even if he was still technically there. “I’m gonna miss you, old man.”

“I know,” he nodded, pulling the black bag onto his lap, “—but you’ll have this to remember me by.”

Slowly he unzipped the bag, revealing his sheild. It still looked the same— though for you it had only been a couple of seconds.

“I-“ you paused, looking over Steve’s shoulder to Bucky and Sam who watched with small smiles, “I can’t Steve. It’s yours.”

“Not if I give it to you,” he chuckled, “— I’m an old man now. I don’t have any use for it. I think you’ll find something to do with it.”

“I don’t know,”

“Well I do,” he nodded firmly, sliding the shield over to you, “—you are the most capable person I know. I trust you.”

You couldn’t help but to pull Steve into a hug. He had been your rock for as long as you could remember. And for him to trust you enough with his shield— with his team? You weren’t sure anything could ever top that feeling.

Slowly you pulled away, Steve’s hand still attached to yours. Neither of you were ready to let go��� to say goodbye.

“Thank you,” you paused, wiping at the tears that had fallen onto your cheeks, “I won’t let you down— I promise.”

Your words felt so final. You knew that you would never see your friend again after this. As much as you hated it— this was your goodbye.

“I know.”

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Hope and all its Friends | Sam Wilson

sam wilson x reader, avengers x reader

ENDGAME SPOILERS — even though the spoiler ban has been officially lifted

angst, but not as much as the others.. some happiness sprinkled in there

Steve tried to remind you how lucky you were to have survived the snap. To be apart of the half that didn’t disappear into a cloud of dust.

But you couldn’t help to wish that you left with the reat of jearly everyone you loved. Because five years was a long time, made even longer by what you considered to be false hope. You didn’t know how to live in a world where Sam Wilson didn’t — and five years didn’t change a damn thing.

But then the hope became real— and infectious. It got so bad that even you began to feel it. Scott came back from his stint in another dimension or whatever, and brought with him a possible solution. The only sensible way anybody had come up with to bring back what you had lost.

And then Tony came back and figured it all out, as Tony Stark often did. And suddenly you were in a machine that would take you back in time to collect the infinity stones.

When you had finally gotten them all you wanted to feel better. But something wasn’t right. Even if Tony and Steve had failed at first, it was all too easy. Even if Natasha had died along the way.

Tony told you that you were being ridiculous, to have a little faith. But in those five years it felt like that had been taken away from you. Faith opened you up to more pain— more grief. And you were done feeling weak.

Hulk snapped his fingers and the world flashed that familar white before returning to normal. Except everything felt the exact same. You were still five years older and Natasha was still dead. And Sam still wasn’t by your side.

Then the world exploded— literally. You couldn’t stand up because the world was shaking so much. The only sound you could hear was explosions sureounding you— not even the screams of your friends.

When it finally stopped you were a hundred feet below sea level, looking up at a hole in the sky. You were sore, but the pain was out weighed by the confusion, and then finally understanding.

You hurried to stand up— you were all alone, the rest of the team being who-knows-where. If you were going to go out, fine. But you’d go out fighting.

Slowly you managed to make your way back up to the surface. The lack of injuries you suffered from was honestly impressive.

You looked around, seeing what had unfolded. Somehow a dead Thanos had managed to come back and create hell yet again. Because exterimating half of thebpopulation wasn’t enough. He had to finish the job.

Thor and Steve were fighting the hardest, trying to take on as many of his little minions as possible. And Steve was weilding Thor’s hammer (which you had predicted would happen at some point, by the way).

You decided to just jump right in, grabbing one of the gross monsters around the neck and slamming it into the ground. You continued to take them out one by one as best as you could. With your hands, with bullets, it didn’t matter. As long as they were gone.

The three of you looked up to the sky as it began to fill with even more ships, troops lining up on the ground waiting for Thanos’s signal. You reached over and grabbed Steve’s hand. This was it. Four people couldn’t take on this many— but you knew that all of you would die trying.

Before you even knew what was happening, the sky lit up bright orange, circles opening up. You had seen that before, it was Strange.

But what made your heart stop was a smug voice syaing, “On your left.” You and Steve shared a look.

Their stupid plan had worked. Sure, it may have brought on the end of the world yet again, but it worked. And as thousands of people poured out from those weird little circles, hope bloomed in your chest yet again. Because if you were going to die, at least you would’ve seen Sam Wilson one more time.

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Have a Heart | Tony Stark

tony stark x reader

ENDGAME SPOILERS — even though the spoiler ban has been officially lifted

puuuure angst, another one that i CRIED while i wrote, i’m sorry. idk how to write endgame in any other way tbh.

As soon as you saw the guantlet on Tony’s hand, you knew.

You had seen what it had done to Thanos— to Bruce. Both men almost died, both far stronger and larger then your husband.

A part of you couldn’t help but to be proud. If Tony Stark was going to go out, he was going to go out a hero. He was going to go out saving the world. The world that you and your daughter lived it.

As Tony prepared to snap his eyes met yours it what could only be described as a silent goodbye. Thor stood behind you with his hand on you shoulder, watching as the world turned white for a second before Thanos’s minions began to turn to dust.

You rushed over to your husband, falling beside Peter as you reached out to grab the man’s hand. To let him know that you were there— always. Ton’s eyes were heavy, you could tell. He was trying so hard to keep them open— to see you one last time.

“I love you,” you sobbed, holding his hand up to your mouth, “I love you so much. And I’m so proud of you.” You cradled his face in your hands, watching as he tried to twitch his lips up into a smile.

“You’re my entire world— you and that kid we made.” He chuckled— you could tell it was painful.

You pressed a kiss onto his lips, barely noticing the salty taste of your tears. “We’ll be okay— I promise.”

“I know,” Tony whispered, his head falling against the piece of debree he was leaned up against, “take care of Peter.”

“I will— I’ll take care of it all. You can go now Tony. We’ll be okay. I love you.”

“You too, so much.”

And then his eyes closed and it felt like a piece of you left with him. You couldn’t even celebrate the victory, holding your dead husband— the love of your life in your arms. Peter clung to your side, crying along with you.

You thought you had been lucky after the snap— all things considered. You were one of the few who still had the one that mattered most to them. And then you had your daughter and it felt like you could learn to be okay again.

But Tony Stark was a hero.

And your love for the man— his love for everyone around him, was proof enough that Tony Stark did indeed have a heart.

[lexiesmeredith]

“I love you 3000” was pretty cute, but Sam’s “On your left”?… iconic

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Starting Over | The Avengers

clint barton x platonic!reader

ENDGAME SPOILERS — even though the spoiler ban has been officially lifted

helllla angsty, sorry :( also v v short

You were told to wait on the ship, that Clint and Nat would be back for you and not to worry. They had it.

So you waited.. and waited.. and waited, much longer then either of the pair had advised. At least the planet was pretty— the trees spread out far and wide in every direction. It gave you something to look at while you tried to ignore the pit growing in your stomach.

All of a sudden you felt the air shift, it was like an invisible hand was wrapped tight against your throat. You could barely breathe.

Then the door opened and Clint walked in— his head hanging low as he gripped the red stone, his suit soaked.

When his eyes met yours, you knew. It was like a bullet ripped through your chest, a ringing sound piercing your ears.

And then you remembered, a soul for a soul.

Someone had to pay the ultimate price, and Nat wouldn’t be Nat if it hadn’t been her.

The woman wanted nothing more then to save her friends— so much so that she would give herself up a thousand times over.

But you couldn’t help to wish that she was selfish— and as Clint pressed his bracelet, nodding at you solemnly, you knew he agreed.

Neither of you knew how to exist in a world where Natasha Romanoff didn’t. Just when you thought your grieving was done, it started right back over.

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me, writing a captain america fic; it was a warm sunday evening when i saw him. instantly our eyes met and i was unable to look away. the air was thicc; he was thiccer.

[lexiesmeredith]

sam: “on your left”

me:

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Not Quite Love | Jackson Avery

Jackson Avery x Reader

Summary; Jackson might or might not be head-over-heels for you. Even if you didn’t believe him

You were a Peds surgeon, an amazing one at that. You had come right as Arizona decided to take her fellowship in feodal medicine— being hired due to a long list of references and accolades. You had never been one to let petty things, such as relationships get in the way of your work.

That being said, you couldn’t help but to enjoy the constant flirty banter you had going back and forth with Jackson Avery— the head of plastics.

He was ridiculously handsom, smart, rich, and talented. And for some, crazy reason, he had an interest in you. Well, you found it crazy. To Jackson it was natural— his attraction towards you came naturally.

“Hello, beautiful,” the bright-eyed surgeon greeted, putting his patient chart down in front of him as he sat behind the nurse’s station. Jackson always found himself in the Peds ward— Alex constantly teasing him about his need to follow you around like a little lost puppy dog.

You could feel the blush blooming on your cheeks in spite of the eyeroll you sent Jackson’s way. He never understood the resistence you kept up, when the both of you knew that you liked him back.

In your head it was a nobrainer. Jackson was a natural flirt— his words just a way for him to pass the time and get through your long shared shifts. He had a kid, and a stunning ex wife that you were no match for in anyway. What could you offer him that he couldn’t get somewhere else?

“Hey,” you smiled softly, your fingers tapping away at the keyboard. You really wanted to finish up your paperwork as wuickly as possible, not at all wanting to extend your shift an extra couple of hours.

“What’re you working on?” Jackson questioned, leaning over in the black rolly chair so he could get a better look at your computer screen. Jackson never did understand the short hand that you labeled your notes with— just how you liked it.

You turned your head to face the handsome man, resting your head on your hand as you looked up, “Just finishing up the paperwork from the patients that got released. A lot of kids went home today,” you smiled giddily, the shine in your eyes captivating Jackson completely.

Any attention that he might have had elsewhere completely shifted towards you in that moment. It was impossible for it not to when you talked with your whole heart like you often seemed to. Honestly, captivated wasn’t a strong enough word.

“My heart transplant kid, Tommy, had a full recovery. He was at a high risk for rejection, but he left without showing any signs. He was already bouncing off the walls with energy,” you continued, missing the way Jackson’s eyes glazed over, and how they crinkled at the sides. His grin was so wide it ran the risk of sliding off of his face completely.

You sighed dreamily, returning your gaze to the computer monitor, “This is why I do this— why we do this. For kids like Tommy who would’ve died without a transplant. And now he gets to live the rest of his life out like any other guy— like any other kid.”

Jackson couldn’t tear his eyes away from you, whether you be facing him head on, or him only being able to get glances at your profile. He wanted this, he wanted you. To be able to talk to you about your day, to memorize the way your eyes shined when you talked about your work.

He could picture himself coming home with you after a long shift, you tucked under his arm— huddled in his side for warmth. He wanted a dog, and a white picket fence. Hell, he wanted a baby. And he wanted all of it with you.

“I love you,” he blurted out, pink finding its way onto his cheeks, his eyes wide with disbelief. That’s not at all how he wanted to tell you. Honestly, he wasn’t sure if he ever wanted to tell you— or if he wanted to keep the fantasy seated in the back of his mind, where only he could unlock it.

“I-“ you paused, concentration no longer even slightly possible, “you what?”

“I love you. I-I didn’t mean to blurt it out like that, but I do. I really, really do.”

“This isn’t a funny joke, Jackson. Not funny at all,” you sighed, shaking your head. There was no way in hell Jackson Avery was in love with you. No matter what Alex told you, or Meredith. Or hell, even Jackson him self.

It felt like some cruel joke the universe decided to play on you. On top of everything else.

“Why would I be joking?” Jackson questioned, now fully facing you by this point. His eyes were still wide, but for a completely different reason. Why didn’t you believe him?

“I love you and I have for awhile. I thought it was pretty obvious.”

“Obvious my ass,” you muttered quietly— though apparently not quietly enough that he wouldn’t hear you.

Jackson couldn’t help but to splutter out a laugh. You were ridiculous in the most incredible way possible. At this point his heart was beating out of his chest— and his grin was so wide he worried that his face might just crack in half.

“I’m serious. All I do is flirt with you— why the hell else would I always be on the Peds floor?”

“I don’t know, maybe because you wanna help out some kids?” You responded sarcastically, rolling your eyes.

The blush on your cheeks gave you away though— and it took Jackson everything inside of him not to kiss you right then and there.

“No, I like the woman helping the kids. I like you. And I’d really really like it if you went out with me this weekend. Not to Joe’s— somewhere nice where I can buy you dinner.”

You paused for a second, weighing your options. Jackson was a great guy— way too great for this all to be some grand ellaborate joke. Though that idea was bouncing around in your head quite a bit.

Then again, what did you have to lose?

“I— okay. Pick me up at seven.”