#flatbottomhollandchallenge

[lesbian-deadpool]

So Much Better Than It Is Today

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

High school AU, Song fic: Paradise By The Dashboard Light

Words: 5,640

Warnings: A LOT of jump cuts, sexual themes, arguing, swearing, bad decisions, not my best work, a little angst. The ending is kinda fucking stupid. Not proof read.

Request: No. (It’s a challenge)

A/N: So this was for @flatbottomholland s challenge, but with me being, well me. I forgot about it. Cause I’m a hot ass mess. So here it is now. I hope you like it, it's not my best work, but I tried. Its 50′s themed, but with modern values. But not really, It's hard to explain. Just read it, and it should make sense... hopefully... Natasha’s a little OOC, but there's a reason for that. Originally written as FxF, but could totally be read by anyone.

Summary: You swore that you would love her until the end of time.

The cold night air streamed against the cherry red metal of the parked Chevy. Stars littered the black sky, the moon reflecting on the rippling waves.

"Sam did not do that!"

"No, he did. I was there," you said, nodding your head. "He was too busy flirting with the waiter, to notice Bucky drinking his milkshake." you chuckled the scene replaying in your head, acting it out to the best of your abilities for her. "Once he found out, he grabbed Bucky's milkshake. Y'know, to drink his instead. But, Bucky being Bucky, wouldn't let him have it. So they started this tug of war for the milkshake, ending with Sam pulling too hard, and splashing it all over the waiter he had been flirting with... and, so that's how Sam got kicked out of, Jarvis'."

Natasha laughed, "But, what about, Bucky?"

"He went home with the waiter. That's why they're not talking right now."

This caused Natasha's laughter to increase, doubling over in her seat. You following her lead.

"Hey, you know, Steve?" you asked.

"Yeah." she nodded, fully immersed in what you had to say. "The used to be skinny kid, turned jock-artist. What about him?"

"He was the waiter."

Joyous laughter poured from the lone car, parked by the vast lake. The smell of nature, and the sound of crickets leaking through the small crack of the open window.

Settling into easy conversation. You found yourself enjoying her company more than you had ever expected. No longer able to pay attention to what she was saying. Watching her face contort into many different expressions. Liking every single one of them. Thinking how lucky you were to be sat here right now.

(Nine hours ago)

You walked down the semi-crowded halls of your high school. Books in hand, backpack slung over your shoulder. Your eyes staring at your destination in front of you. To say you were nervous about what you were about to do would have been an understatement.

"Hey, Natasha." You got her attention, drawing her away from her friends. Your own watching you like halks from behind you. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Sure." She shrugged, following you to a clear part of the hall. One where neither your friends nor hers could hear you. "What's up?"

"Umm, so, I was wondering," you started, some of your nerves coming through your voice. Much to your dismay. You coughed, regaining some of your confidence. "I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me? No? Okay then." you replied for her. Turning on your spot, about to walk away from her. When she reached out and grabbed your elbow stopping you, turning you around to face her once again.

"Okay."

"O- Okay?!"

"I would love too," she clarified.

You looked at her like she had just grown another head. "Are you sure? This isn't some kind of joke is it?"

"No. It's not a joke. I really do want to you out with you." She rested her hand on your arm, giving it a comforting squeeze.

You were about to voice you joy, abruptly thinking, "You know I meant it as a date right?"

"Yes. As a date. I want to go out on a date with you," she said slowly.

"Oh, great." You beamed.

"So, when?"

"When what?" you asked, still slightly dazed out. Surprise still coursing through you from her agreeing to go out on a date with you.

"When are we going out on our date?" she chuckled. Her hand, not going unnoticed by you, as it travelled down your arm, grasping onto your hand softly.

"Oh, uh, tonight?"

"What time?"

"I'll uh, pick you up at eight?"

"Perfect, I just have to be home by eleven."

"You will be home by eleven, scouts honour," you promised, giving her a mock salute. Making he laugh. You smiled bright, at the fact that you had managed to make her laugh.

"Good. You can drive me home then?" she stated more than asked. Pulling you along by your hand, towards the exit of the school.

(Now)

You still felt the envy radiating in the air around you. Like you had hours ago as you walked from the school, people glaring at you. Jealous that you had somehow managed to get a date with the Natasha Romanoff.

Your hand gripped the wheel softly. Playing with the leather sewn onto it. You drifted back into the one-sided conversation in front of you. Music playing in the background of the warm car. Gazing happily at the red-head. As she animatedly spoke. And you just knew. You would remember this day for the rest of your life.

***

All of a sudden, you were in the back seat of your car. Slowly stripping each other's clothes from your lustful bodies. The soft lull of music playing in the background. Disrupted by the heavy breathing and panting pouring from both of your mouths.

Words had stopped being spoken a long time ago. Instead replaced by heated touches. Your bodies felt like they had been burned, where your fire hot hands had grazed one another's bodies. Similar to gripping tightly onto a red-hot knife. The burning hurt. But not as much as you craved each other's bodies. The craving hurt so much; you never knew of a pain so good, a feeling so right, like this one right now. You never knew that wanting something so much could cause so much pain. It shocked you to your core how much you liked it.

You pulled against each other. Tugging at the remnants of your clothes, hands caressing skin. Gasping heavily into each other's mouths.

"No no, stop," Natasha ordered, straightening up in her seat.

"Oh?!" You shot back, sitting back in your own seat. "Did... did I do something wrong?"

"No. No, you did nothing wrong. I just have to get home."

You glanced at the clock on your dashboard, as Natasha began putting her clothes back on, beside you. The clock showing the time was 10:40. Where had the time gone? Looking back to the now almost fully dressed girl beside you, you asked, "Are you sure you can't stay out any longer?"

"I'm sure. If I did, my parents would kill me... then you."

You nodded your head in understanding. "Well, then. Let's get you home." You slowly picked your clothes up off the floor and began to pull them on.

"Won't your parents go crazy if you don't get back on time?" Natasha asked as you both hopped out of the car, and into the cold night air. Moving to the front seats. This way being easier than climbing over them like you did when you first tumbled into the back seat.

"No."

"How come?"

"Mother's dead. Farther's off fighting some war. I live with my senile grandparents, that go to bed at Five pm," you listed off.

"Oh, I'm sorry about your mother." Natasha caressed your arm, in a comforting manner.

"It's fine. I didn't know her." At this, Natasha shot you a look of confusion, silently asking you to explain. "She died giving birth to me."

Natasha took a deep breath, debating whether or not she should apologise for your loss again or not. Knowing that it wouldn't help. Watching as you began driving back to her house. Instead, she tried to lighten the mood. "Well, you must be proud of your father."

"I would be if he hadn't abandoned me when I was born and didn't blame me for my mother's death," you replied. "I don't know why I'm telling you all of this."

"You must like me," she tried again, a hopeful smile on her face. Both optimistic that it would lighten the mood, and that you dod in fact like her.

"Must do." You smiled back.

***

"Grams, Gramps!" you called out to your sleeping grandparents. Knowing full well they were both fast asleep, and wouldn't wake up with your yelling. Throwing your key's into the bowl sat on the small table by the door, a small pile of mail stacked up next to it.

You shuffled through the few letters that were addressed to you, as you continued talking. "How was your day? My day was good. Just got back from the date." You walked into the kitchen, ready to eat some leftovers. "You know the one I told you about when I got back from school? The one with the girl I like? Yeah, it went well. Just dropped her off now. We almost had sex. Remind me not to tell you that tomorrow, when you're actually awake."

Laying in bey, belly and brain full. Leftovers filled your stomach. Thoughts crammed into your mind. A smile on your face, as you thought about the previous few hours you had spent with Natasha.

Little did you know, she was doing the exact same thing.

Natasha crept into her house, hoping not to wake her parents. A light flickered on to her side. Startling her, and making her look to her right so fast that she thought she had just given herself whiplash. Her eyes wide with shock, as she looked at her father.

"I'm back on time." She pointed a finger at him.

He chuckled, "You are. I just wanted to know how your date went."

"It went well."

"I can see that," he said, a teasing smile on his face.

She looked at him confused. "What?"

"Your shirt's buttoned up wrong." He nodded to the white shirt she wore, one side longer than the other, thanks to the missed buttons.

"We didn't do anything."

"Really? Because I'm pretty sure you learned how to dress yourself when you were six."

She exhaled harshly, not wanting to have this conversation with him. "We didn't have sex." She bit the bullet.

"I know. We raised you well." Walking up to Natasha, he threw his arm over her shoulder and began leading her up the stairs. "But don't tell your mother." he gestured to her dishevelled appearance. "She'll rip your heart right out. And the poor souls you spent your night with."

"Oh yeah." She nodded.

"So. Do you like them?"

"I do, dad. I really do."

"Good. Remember, don't-"

Natasha stopped, turning her back to her bedroom door. "Don't let them take advantage of me. I know dad."

He smiled. "Good night," he said placing a kiss on his daughter's forehead.

"Night, dad."

Now here she lay, in bed, her thoughts plagued by you.

Glancing over to the side of your beds, you both suddenly felt lonely. Shrugging your blankets further up your bodies. Trying to replace the warmth the other had provided. Slowly falling into a peaceful sleep. Dreaming of your previous date, illuminated by the dashboard light.

***

Over the next few months, it happened again and again. You would go out on dates, sometimes just going out for a drive around town. But you always ended up fooling around. Either in the back of your car, in one of your bedrooms, one of your living rooms. Yours mainly. And once in the school parking lot. Which made your friends, Tony, Bucky, and Sam. Whistle and hoot at you two. That had been two months into your relationship. That's how everyone found out you were actually dating.

During those months, you were barely dressed when you were alone together. But never going any further than fooling around. Which to be honest, you were getting kind of antsy about. You had both talked about having sex, agreeing to wait until the right time. But you were starting to get frustrated with the wait.

You were parked in an empty parking lot. Getting all hot and heavy with Natasha in the back seat of your car.

Your hand started you travel further up her body, aiming for her breasts.

"Alright, stop. Stop. Stop," Natasha said pushing you off of her.

You slammed back into the seat next to her, huffing out a breath. As she shrugged her discarded clothes.

"Don't be like that," she uttered.

"Don't be like what?"

"Like that," she gestured to you. "All moody cause I told you to stop."

"It's not because you told me to stop-"

"Then what is it?"

"It's not because," you started again, your voice hard, causing her to roll her eyes, "You told me to stop. I don't care that you told me to stop, I'm fine with that. I'll stop if you want me to," You sighed. "It's just that I'd like to know if it's ever gonna happen."

"Of course it is."

"Then when? Cause truthily, I'm getting a little impatient. I'm fine with waiting. I'd just like to know."

"When you love me." She pushed her hair over her shoulder, beginning to button up her shirt.

"How do you know I don't? Do you not know how I feel about you? Sometimes I think that my heart's gonna drown out the radio with how fast it's beating."

"That doesn't prove anything," she commented.

"Then how do you expect me to prove it?!"

"Say it." Natasha turned to you, face hard.

"Say what?"

"Say that you love me."

"How do I know you love me?"

"Do not turn this around on me," she scolded, pointing her finger at you.

"You leaned towards her, resting your atm on the back of the seat. "Baby, listen. We've been together for four months. I do live you. And that's why I want to sleep with you. But if you don't want to sleep with me, that's fine. I just wanna make sure we're on the same page here."

"Just take me home," she muttered.

"But, Natasha-"

"Now, Y/N," she demanded.

You huffed, "Fine."

***

Your eyes moved around, taking in Natasha's form in front of you. From your spot sat next to her, in 'Jarvis' Milkshake Emporium'. Watching her plump lips move as she spoke. Your eyes found their way to her red hair, it trailing down over her shoulders. All except for one lone strand of hair. You lifted your arm from where it rested on the back of the pink and white leather seat of your booth. Moving to brush the piece of hair back over her shoulder, your hand coming up to cup her soft cheek.

Natasha cooed, leaning into your touch, her eyes flickering shut. A small hum escaping through her closed lips.

She slowly opened her eyes. Admiration for you pouring out of them. As you rubbed your thumb over the soft skin of her cheek.

"You've gotta stop doing that," she whispered.

"Doing what?"

"Doing things that make me want to kiss you."

"And what's so wrong with that?" you asked leaning in closer to her. "I thought you liked kissing me?"

"I do." She inched closer.

"Then why don't you?" She answered your question with a passionate kiss. Wrapping an arm around your neck pulling herself into you. Sliding a leg over yours, as her free hand came up lightly touching your cheek.

You wrapped your hands around her, tugging her further into you. Leaving hardily any space left between you. You pulled apart leaning your forehead against hers.

"Ahem," a cough spurred you away from your intimate moment with Natasha. Turning around to look at Tony and Rhodey, the two boys sat opposite you. Both of them smirking as you and Natasha wiped your mouths.

"Sorry about that," you cleared your throat.

"Are you sure you don't want us to leave?" Tony smiled mischievously. "Give you two some privacy?"

"You can talk."

You barked out a laugh at Natasha's response. Remembering all the times they had been less than family friendly in front of you.

"Are you folks all finished here?" You looked up to a smiling Steve Rogers. A dish bucket in his arm. Pointing to your empty plates and glasses.

"Um, yeah. Thanks, Steve," you said.

"It's cool. So, you want the bill?"

"Yeah," Rhodey replied, "We really should be heading back."

"Yeah, they need some privacy," you told Steve, who chuckled in response.

Steve hummed, "Good. We don't need Jarvis busting a blood vessel, cause you can't keep it in your pants."

"Hey!" Tony yelled, gesturing an arm towards you and Natasha. "They're the ones who just had a make-out session in front of us."

"And yet, you're so much worse. It's like your sex drive, is a permanently running motor," Steve commented. Turning to walk away with Tony screeching after him.

Three weeks later, you ended up back at the lake you shared your first date. The sun setting low over the forest that surrounded the lake. Leaving a warm glow on everything it touched.

It had never felt like this before. Your kisses were slower than usual but no less heated. If anything they were more desperate than ever before. Your hands held onto her waist, as you hovered above where she lay on the seats. Red hair sprawled out over the cherry red leather below her. Her hands fisted into your work shirt, pulling against it, keeping you as close to her as possible. One of her legs thrown over your side, calf resting on your back.

"God, I love you," you told her, speaking over the low hum of the baseball game coming from your radio. Mouth never leaving hers.

"I love you, too," she whispered back, voice lustful.

You had talked about this. Agreed on it. But you were still hesitant. Just in case it was all swept away once again. After your fight that day two weeks ago, you both had a long discussion about your feelings and what not. She told you that she did want to go all the way with you. And she knew you wanted the same. The only thing holding her back was that she wanted you to love her, which you told her you did. And she loved you too. She was just so unsure of your love for her. She knew how attractive she was, and she knew anybody could lie to her for one night in the sack. It wasn't that she didn't trust you. She did. She merely wasn't interested in setting her heart up for heartbreak. But you had reassured her that she had nothing to worry about. Telling her that you would never purposely break her heart. It meant too much to you, to do that to her. Which lead you two here. In the back seat of your car, like the many other times. This time both in full agreement, that tonight was the night.

Your deep kissing had continued, once you had uttered your love confessions.

Your hands pushed up her shirt, fingertips caressing the soft skin underneath.

"OK, here we go," the commentator spoke. You and Natasha too engulfed in one another to even register his voice. Your hand's travelling around her waist, to hold her lower back. You used your leverage and pulled the lower half of her body into yours. Making her let out a lustful moan into your open mouth.

"There's the windup, and there it is."

Braking away, you panted on each other's lips. Staring intensely into each other's eyes. Your chests rising and falling with your rapid intake of air. Her arms were now reaped around your neck, hands deep into your hair, nails grazing your scalp. Natasha's eyes were dark, so blown out that you could barely see her bright green irises. Your hands slid slowly up her back. Never breaking eye contact, as you reached her bra, swiftly unclasping it. Natasha attached your lips once again, as she pulled your work shirt from your body. Manoeuvring you onto your back so that she was now straddling you. Only breaking your kiss when she reached under her shirt and pulled her bra from her body. Throwing you a mischievous smirk, before pouncing on your lips once again.

"Turning it on now, he's not letting up at all, he's gonna try for Second." Your hands slid up Natasha's soft skin, coming to a stop just under her breasts. "He's gonna slide in head first, here he comes, he's out!" She nodded to you that it was okay, unbreaking the kiss. With her nod of approval, you gingerly moved your palms up and cupped her breasts. "No, wait, safe - safe at second base, this kid really makes things happen out there."

Natasha sat up and began slowly unbuttoning her shirt. Leaving it wide open, but still obscuring the majority of her breasts. A groan erupted, from your throat, as you ogled at her. The close to animalistic sound coming from somewhere deep in your stomach. She smirked at you, eyes lustful, as she ran the pad of her thumb over your slightly parted lips. Leaning over, you attached your lips. The kiss on the verge of turning into something faster and more wanting. As Natasha gripped the chest of your T-shirt in her hands, tugging it up and over your head.

You sat up, Natasha still seated in your lap. Your lips unrelenting, as you manoeuvred, so your hand pressed gently into her body. Fingers tickling the top of her stomach. As your hand lingeringly moving down her body, gradually easing its way down to her core.

"He's trying for third, here's the throw." Further and further down your hand went. And with it, the antsier Natasha got for your touch. Her breathing quickening. Her fingers gripped the top of your shoulders, as she moves forwards and backwards slightly. Your hand slipped down the waistline of her pants, making their way into her panties. Lower and lower it went. Natasha threw her head back, letting out a low groan. Before making her way back to your lips, sucking n them with a fiery passion. Your hand inched closer and closer to her entrance. Closer. Closer. And closer still. Before... "It's in the dirt-safe at third! Holy cow, stolen base! He's taking a pretty big lead out there, almost daring him to try and pick him off."

You glanced down Natasha's shining body, as she moaned quietly. Carefully laying her back down in front of you so that you could lean over her. You started peppering kisses over her chest. Trailing them down her body, over her stomach, and to the place you knew would make her scream.

"Base line, the suicide squeeze is on!"

You kissed the only showing skin above her pants, as you began unbuttoning them. Peering up to her, you smirked into her skin. She was melting underneath you, her head thrown back, and panting. You focused again on your task at hand. "Holy cow, I think he's gonna make it!"

"Stop!" Natasha yelled, sitting up abruptly. Causing you to fly back, and into the window, your hands sprawled out, holding onto whatever of the car you could. As fear rippled inside of you, at her sudden outburst.

"What?" you asked, your voice soft, hoping to death that you didn't do something to hurt her.

"I just want to know, before we go any further. Do you love me?"

Ugh, this again. She was like a broken record. "Yes. I love you."

"That's not what I mean."

"Then what do you mean?"

"Will you love me forever? Will you never leave me? Will you marry me?"

"What?!" You looked at her like she had just grown an extra head. "Natasha, we've only been going out for like five months."

"I know that. I'm not asking you to marry me, you idiot. I'm asking will you marry me someday? I have to know."

"I... I don't know."

"See. That's exactly why I've been stopping you all these months."

"You can't just expect me to know if you're the one, Natasha!"

"That's why I want you to wait! So that I can experience this with someone one who wants to spend the rest of their life with me."

"Then why didn't you just say that?!"

"I don't know," she muttered quietly. Buttoning up her clothes.

"What?"

"I said, I don't know!" she yelled, shocking you with her outburst. Turning to you, she glared slightly. "I don't know. I'm just so confused, I know what I want. I want love. True and unconditional love. I'm in two minds." She held out her hands, looking at them. Showing you the two invisible separate sides of her brain. "In one of them, I want to do this with you. I want to do this with you so badly. But in the other. I want to wait. I want to make sure you'll be with me forever. That you'll never leave me. That you'll make me your wife." She looked at you. "But I don't know which to choose."

"That's a lie. You know exactly which one to choose. You can wait. And I accept that. I just wish you didn't lie to me."

"I'm not lying to you! I do want this!"

"Then why don't you?!"

"Because I want you to love me!"

"I do love you!"

"Then prove it!"

"How am I supposed to do that?!"

"Figure it out. I can't give you all the answers. This one you have to find out yourself." And with that, she slammed the door of your car and began her walk back home.

You jumped out of the car, hastily grabbing your work shirt and shrugging it on. Chasing after Natasha.

"Wait, Natasha. Wait." You grabbed her elbow. Causing her to spin on her heal, facing you.

"Tell me."

"What?" you asked shaking your head confused.

"Tell me if you want to be with me for my life."

"Let me think about it."

"Tell me."

"Baby, Let me sleep on it," you practically bagged.

"Yes?! Or no?!"

"Let me sleep on it!" you were both beginning to lose your tempers now.

"I can wait here all night! So, tell me. Yes? Or no?"

"Let me sleep on it!"

"Will you love me forever?!"

"I'll tell you in the morning!" you raged at her.

***

That night you laid in bed, wide awake, staring at the ceiling. Your mind going round and round in circles. You could practically hear the words of your father, his hard voice, ringing through your head.

"Sex-crazed fool, thinks they're in love. Doesn't even know what love is." He would say. "Think of how your mother would react." If he were here right now, he would be barking it at you. Standing tall in his military uniform. Your imagination making him taller than he would be. Which makes sense, cause the last time you had seen him was when you were eight.

But, he wasn't here. And neither was your mother. The only people you had were your grandparents. Who were kind enough to let you live with them, while your father served his country. Too busy to visit you. For ten years he had been too busy.

"If you love her so much, why don't you just tell her?"

Sitting up, startled by the voice by your door. You turned to peer at your grandmother. Who had a small knowing smile on her face.

"Gram? What are you doing awake?"

"I could hear your thoughts. You have a restless mind," she said shuffling over to you, in her nightdress and slippers. Sitting at the edge of your bed. That's what she always said. That she could 'hear your thoughts'. Which was fairly true. She could always tell when something was on your mind.

"I've already told her."

"Then what's the problem?" She raised her hands in bewilderment.

"The problem is," you started, pausing as you tried to find the right words, "I want to take our relationship further-"

"Ahh." She threw her head back. "You want to sleep with her."

"Yeah." You nodded. You were starting to feel uncomfortable now. But you knew she would not leave until you told her what was wrong. "But, she wants proof that I love her."

She hummed at your situation, "I'm sure you'll figure something out."

"Have any suggestions?"

"Nope," she said patting your shoulder, before gripping it using it to help her back onto her feet. "This you have to figure out yourself." And with that, she shuffled back out of your room.

You there your body back, head landing on the soft pillow, muttering, "Thanks for the help, Grams."

***

Here you were again, two weeks later, sitting in your regular booth in Jarvis'.

That's when it hit you. And oh boy, did it hit you. It hit you like a tidal wave. The feeling of utmost love. You were prepared to swear on heaven and hell, every God and goddess that existed, hell even your mothers grave. That you would love this laughing girl in front of you, until the end of time.

"Marry me." It had just fallen out. You shocked yourself when you had said it, mirroring the shock that covered Natasha's face.

"What?"

"Yeah," you affirmed nodding. "Marry me. Why not?"

"Because we're eighteen, and have only been dating for six months," she deadpanned.

"So? My grandparents were seventeen when they got married and they'd only known each other for two weeks. They're still happily married."

Natasha laughed, "You're really serious about this, aren't you?"

You nodded. "I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I promise I will love you until the end of time. And you know I don't break my promises," you tried convincing her, leaning closer to her over the table. "Don't you wanna marry me?"

"Okay." She smiled, her hair moving as she nodded slowly.

"Okay?"

"Okay. Let's get married."

***

That was ten years ago. You remembered the joy it filled you with, the way you had run out of Jarvis' with her and had gotten married to her the next hour. You had both got what you waited for that night, and then started the rest of your life together.

And now here you were, ten years later, regretting everything from that stupid stupid day. If you could turn back time, you would. You had changed over time. So had she. You began slowly falling out of you teenage love. And into resentment. Natasha still loved you, however, just like she did all those years ago. You had thought about getting a divorce, many times in fact. But you had vowed and promised her that you would love her until the end of time, that you would always be there, that you would never break her heart. And you never broke your promises.

So now you were here, in your small suburban house. Waiting for the end of time. So that you could end your time with her.

Maybe things would get better.

Maybe you could try counselling.

Maybe...

(Alternative ending. Ha! Bitch you thought! I need to have happy endings.)

"And, Cut!" Phil Colson, or as everyone called him, Mr C, called out. The group of kids standing on the stage snapping out of their personas. Some walking to their friends, others beginning their descent from the stage. As Mr C continued, "Good job out there! You're gonna knock it outta the ballpark on Wednesday!"

Principle Fury walked up behind him, them starting an animated conversation.

"Hey, Mr C," Clint Barton called out, hopping from the stage. Interrupting His and Fury's conversation. "Can I talk to you about something?"

You took a deep breath and ran a hand through your 50's styled hair, glancing around, from your position on the stage. Eyes glancing at the small group of people in front of you, talking away happily, before your eyes caught the redhead walking from the stage.

"I can't believe he wrote his own play," Tony noted, stuffing his hands into his jacket.

"You gotta admit though, it's not half bad," Steve defended.

"Yeah. Mr C is good at this kinda stuff," Tony agreed.

"Plus this gives us extra credit," Bruce said.

"Yeah, Buck needs that." Steve nodded to a now insulted Bucky.

"Shut your whore mouth, Steve," he replied.

You turned to follow Natasha, hoving to have a quick chat with her, as Wanda walked up to the talking boys.

"I still can't believe Fury said yes to this."

"Said yes?!" Tony asked, "Do you know how happy he was when Mr C asked him if he could do this?"

"Well, that's unexpected," Wanda muttered.

You hopped the last few steps, calling out to Natasha as you did.

"Hey, Nat!" She turned to face you, eyebrows shooting up in a silent question, as to why you stopped her. "Are we still going out tonight?"

"Yeah." She nodded, Pick me up at seven?"

"Definitely."

"Don't be late."

"I wouldn't dream of it," you said continuing to walk with her, out of the auditorium.

Just as you were passing where Mr C, Fury, and Clint were converting excitedly. The small freshman named Peter Parker, who Mr C had recruited to be his assistant, moved from his spot standing awkwardly behind Mr C and had taken a few steps towards you.

"Hey, good job."

"Thanks, kid," You replied, smiling at the awkward boy.

As you walked down the bright hallway, you spotted the two infamous Odinson brothers, bickering by the water dispenser. Also decked out from top to bottom in 50's gear.

"Remember, Mom, said we need to clean our room when we get home," Thor said.

"If I remember correctly. It was just you, who had to clean {your} side of the room."

"Would you please just help me?!"

You snickered at the brothers quarrelling, catching Natasha's attention. She threw you a small smile, taking you by the hand and dragging you from the school.

Well, all in all, you could say that you weren't gonna end up like that play.

[blkmxrvel]

A Millions Reasons

Pairing: Alex Danvers x Female!Reader

Words: 1,955

Summary: You’re sick and tired of Alex’s mind games. One day she has you thinking that you’re the only person in your heart and then the next, it’s like she doesn’t even know you. You love her, but you aren’t sure how much more of this you can take. Based on ‘Million Reasons’ by Lady Gaga

Warnings: Angst, Briefly Implied Smut, Insecurities, Crying, Wlw

A/N: This is my entry for @flatbottomholland ‘s writing challenge! I hope you all enjoy this! This broke my heart, I love Alex so much. This is so bad I’m so sorry. It really turn out I envisioned it to be.

Walking into the DEO, you had tried to make the best out of today. You woke up 30 minutes late, your clothes weren’t dry, and you weren’t having a good hair day by any means. You just wanted a fresh clean start.

A chorus of “Y/N, you’re late” and “What happened” rang through your ears as you walked up to Winn’s desk.

“Hey.” You rang out and ran a hand through your hair. Winn turned around and waved quickly.

“Hey! I thought you were staying home today, it’s like an hour after you were supposed to be in.”

“Yeah I know,” you sat in the chair next to him. “Not a good day today.”

Winn shrugged and didn’t press any further. He turned back to his computer, you following suit.

Out of your right ear, you heard laughter that you would immediately recognize anywhere. Your girlfriend, Alex. You turned your head to look at her, only to regret it a moment later.

Alex was talking to Maggie, way to close for your liking. You had no idea what they were laughing about and you didn’t care. This was a constant cycle with Alex, she’d only acknowledge your presence when you were at home, but when you were in public places, it was like she didn't’ even know you.

You were pretty sure that you weren’t losing your mind. Your dignity-- a strong maybe-- but you were almost positive that your mind was intact.

So, you had no idea why you continued to let Alex toss your heart around like a forgotten rag doll, when you knew you could do so much better. You didn’t deserve to have your emotions played, to be treated like a queen one day and complete shit the next.

You loved Alex, that much was obvious. It was very clear that you would do anything for her. She had your whole heart, and you thought that you had hers.

But clearly, you were wrong.

It was a cool, October day. The leaves came tumbling down from the sky as you walked into your shared apartment. It was warm, quiet, and any other day you would be joyous, but today, you could only sigh.

You shrugged off your coat, placing it and your scarf on the rack, before plopping down on the couch. It was warm, quiet. Alex wasn’t here, as per usual. You hadn’t seen her in a few days, which was quite alarming since you lived in the same apartment.

You weren’t quite sure what her deal was. It was great a few days ago, she had taken you out on a date; she was happy and smiling and you were reminded of just how in love with her you were. But, you knew Alex, and with her, you never knew what you were going to get.

You were 5 seconds away from going to sleep when the hushed creak of the front door made you pry open your heavy eyes. It was Alex, obviously, and you subconsciously rolled your eyes.

Your girlfriend of 2 years hadn’t noticed you until she saw a movement coming from her left. You had adjusted your position on the couch, head facing the back and buried in the crook of your elbow.

You felt the couch shift, indicating that Alex had just sat next to you. You weren’t in the mood for her games. You didn’t know whether she was just going to ignore you again or try to act like nothing had ever happened. Either way, you wanted no part of it.

“Y/N..Babe, wake up please.” She shook your legs lightly and you pretended to stir like you were asleep. Groaning, and turned on your back, rubbing your eyes and not bothering to look Alex in face.

“Wow, we’re actually home at the same time for a chance, I’m surprised you even remember my name.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Alex tilted her head, feigning confusion and offense.

“You know what it’s supposed to mean, Alex. I don’t have time for this, not today.” You huffed and stood from the couch, walking towards the kitchen.

“Time for what?” You heard Alex start to follow you. You didn’t answer. She grabbed your arm.

“Y/N what are you talking about? What don’t you have tim-”

“This!” You turned to face her, throwing your arms into the air. “I don’t have time for this, this dance that we do. That you do with me. Sometimes, I don’t even think you want to be with me.”

“Of course I do. Y/N where is this coming fro-”

“Let me finish. Please.” She nodded her head. “There are days where you make me feel like the only girl in the world. Days where it’s like nothing could ever go wrong, like everything is perfect. And then reality sets in.” Your voice had started to break and you looked down at your fingers, broken-hearted.

“I get that your have your days, you know? I get when you don’t want to talk to anyone or be around people, I get it. But lately, the only one you’ve been acting that way towards is me. It’s like a switch is flipped in your heart. Like suddenly, I’m not worth it. Like you don’t want anything to do with me. And I don’t understand it.”

Alex started took a step toward you, and you took two steps away from her in response.

“I love you, Alex. I really, really love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, but-”

Alex walked up to you quickly, grabbing your hands and holding them firmly. You let her, secretly liking the way her touch still made your heart flutter. But then it broke your heart.

“No, please don’t leave me, babe. You know I love you, I want you. I always have and I always will.”

“See,” you chuckled dryly. “that’s the thing. I want to believe you, so bad. But I can’t. Because it’s always one thing after the next. You give me a million reasons to leave you, a million reasons to walk out that door and never look back. Whether it’s you ignoring me, or being cold towards me, or forgetting date nights or ditching me to hang out with Maggie.”

“That’s what this is about, your jealous of Maggie?”

“I’m jealous of everyone, because they get to see you more than I do, your fucking girlfriend. They get to hear about everything first, they get to see your smile or hear your laugh first. I’m not one of your priorities anymore, we both know it.” Alex pulled you into her by your waist when she noticed the tears falling down yours at an alarmingly rate. It broke her heart to see how much damage she had to you, to your relationship.

“You don’t even know the pain you cause me, how many times I cry alone in our bed at night. Because of the things you do. I try to reason, and rationalize. I tell myself that I’m just overthinking and I worry too much. Because then you’re nice, you love me again. Even if it’s for a few days, I feel your love. I feel better. And it shouldn’t be like that. I won’t let it be that way.”

“Y/N, please don’t do this-”

“I’m not the one who’s doing it. I’m not the one who’s tearing us apart one heartbeat at a time. It’s you, we both know it is.”

Alex sniffled and the first tear came out of her eyes. She moved a hand that was on your lower back and wiped her eyes. You were whipped, and couldn’t stand to see her cry no matter how many times your tears were because of her. So you brought both of your hands up and placed them on her cheeks, rubbing the pads of your thumbs into her ever growing dark circles.

“I’m sorry,” she muttered. “It may not seem like I am, but I’m sorry. You know I never meant to hurt you, I have no excuse as to why I did what I did, why I made you feel like shit. But, I love you, baby. I do. I have no rationale or reasoning, but I don’t want you to leave me, I’m willing to do whatever it takes. I want you here, with me, forever.” You smiled a light smile, with love and adoration just pooling in your eyes.

“Give me a reason.” You said after a few minutes of silence. Your face was now a bit more stoic, not so soft.

“What?”

“I have a million and three reasons to walk away right now, but because I love you, and I see the good in everyone. If you give me one very good reason to stay, I will.” You lifted yourself a bit on your toes and kissed the tip of Alex’s nose that was red from crying.

“It’s that easy? It can’t be that easy.” She responded in shock.

You laughed like you used to, before doubt and grief had found it’s way into your heart.

“No, it’s not. I need a reason to stay, love. To give you a chance and not give up on you.”

“A good one, right?”

“Extremely.” You could feel Alex’s heart start to beat a tiny bit faster, and the way her hands got a bit clammy while resting on your back.

“Well, I don’t know why you would give me a second chance. I’m an asshole. I didn’t realize what I was doing at first, but I’m an asshole. I don’t want to be one, especially not with you. I’m not okay with that, and I’m glad you aren’t either. That’s why I love you, because you’re strong, and loving and caring and you aren’t afraid to give anyone tough love.”

“Flattery won’t get you anywhere, Alex.”

“I’m not done!” You both smiled at each other. “I know it won’t be easy to believe, but from now on, I will be doing my job as a girlfriend. I will put you first, I won’t ever single you out, I will prove to you that you have every last bit of my heart. That you’re the only one who can make me fall in love every single time I see your face. Give me two weeks, a month tops, and I promise I will kiss, cuddle, hug and love every single one of your doubts away. If not, you can walk away. I know I’m not perfect, but for you, I will stop at nothing to make sure I damn near am.”

You stood in silence for awhile. You were trying to process Alex’s words, staring into her eyes and replaying each syllable in your head. You let it sink it, travel from your ears, to your brain, then your heart. Alex got worried, thinking that her reason wasn’t a good enough one. She bit her lip while her eyes started to tear up again.

Noticing this, you leaned on your toes, smashing your lips on Alex’s passionately, hands still holding her face. Her eyes bulged out of her head in shock before she started to kiss you back. She slipped her cold hands inside your shirt, rubbing them up and down your warm back.

Your lips stayed connected with hers until you couldn’t breathe, and when you pulled away, you saw stars, hearts, fireworks and everything that you love about Alex.

“Your time starts now, baby.” you pulled on her shirt and started to step back, dragging her with you. You kept your eyes on hers while you walked into your shared bedroom and falling on the bed with her on top.

“Prove it.”

[fanfictionamerica]

A Love That Defies (Tony Stark x GN!Reader)

Title: A Love That Defies

Author: @fanfictionamerica (writing blog of @daneel-the-sister-of-castiel )

Pairing: Tony Stark/Iron Man x Reader (Modern!Guardian Angel AU)

Warnings: Mild language and violence, mention of a panic attack, some angst

Word count: 5,434 (whoopsie, ended up being my longest fic yet)

Tagline: A Guardian Angel’s job is never easy. But when your human charge is Tony Stark and messy feelings come into the mix, the job gets...problematic.

A/N: This is for the sweet @flatbottomholland 's Marvel Writing Challenge (apologies for taking so long). My song was Never Be The Same by Camila Cabello. While this is not a songfic, the fanfic was heavily influenced by it. This fic takes place in the MCU but where angels and demons exist. It is after The Avengers but before Iron Man 3. I should also let you know that this is my first time writing a gender-neutral reader and writing a Tony Stark fanfic, so I hope I did alright! I will be adding at least one other part to this story as well, so no worries.

       Tony was finally ready. He'd gotten all the ingredients and done almost all the rituals to summon as the weird, old tablet called it a "being of mighty, awesome power" with "wings of light." Bruce warned him it wouldn't go well, but Tony's curiosity needed satisfaction now.        He took a deep breath in, then spoke the final words, “Oh guardian of spirits, warrior of the heavens, I call upon you to show yourself here on this earth. And please don't make me repeat those ridiculous words.” Tony knew he sounded like a complete idiot, but thankfully, no one else was in his house at present.        He waited five seconds, ten seconds, fifteen seconds. Nothing happened. Tony looked back at the inscription translated on his screen, searching for errors.        All of a sudden, a resounding crash came through the ceiling to his workshop. The superhero jumped out of his skin, aiming his repulsors at whatever the hell just fell through his roof.        A loud groan of pain pierced through the dust-filled room as Tony edged toward the crash site.        “What in heaven's name just happened?”        The dust finally cleared to reveal the source of the voice: a being Tony could only describe as... "An angel, seriously? I should've known.”

       Your superiors told you choosing him as your first human was a bad idea. They said he grow up to be too dysfunctional and too egotistical for you to be of any help to him. Too broken, too imperfect. Not to mention the factor of his status as a "hero." The chief angels called you crazy. They thought something had gone wrong with you. "You’re making it harder on yourself," they said. The more flawed, the more "heroic" the human charge, the more difficult and more time-consuming a guardian angel's job became.        You could care less. Everyone had flaws (including angels, despite what your superiors said), some more than others. That didn't justify not protecting them from evil or helping them in their times of need. Besides, the angels who told you such things were a bunch of stuck-up bums who couldn't see good if it hit them right in the face.        That being said, you felt less than amused and more than a little pissed to find yourself sprawled out in the middle of Tony's workshop after surviving a hellish fall through Earth's atmosphere.        Your body screamed in torment so your mouth could not resist letting out a guttural groan of pain.        “What in heaven's name just happened?” you asked, sitting up while rubbing your aching muscles.        You'd been sitting in heaven, minding your own business when you suddenly felt yourself falling through the atmosphere with no way to stop.        Your powerful energy protected you from burning up as you fell, but in the process made you black out from the drain on your systems.        You saw a figure inching closer to you. Your blurry vision had a hard time making them out. But as the figure drew closer, your mind went into panic mode when you recognized them as your first human, Tony freakin' Stark.        He gaped at you then said in a disappointed tone, “An angel, really? I should've known.”        You shot him an offended look, then snapped back, “So sorry to disappoint the great Tony Stark. I'll try harder next time I get involuntarily summoned to Earth.”        And that was the start of your fascinating visit on Earth.

Two months after the summoning:        “Can I see your wings again?”        You glared at the persistent scientist. “No. You plucked a feather out of one the last time, and it hurt.”        “Oh come on, don't be stingy. You grew it back.” He flashed a boyish smile your way, causing you to scowl even more.        “If I hadn't been worried about hurting you, I would've smacked you in the head with that wing.”        Tony put a hand to his heart in fake offense. “I give you food, I give you shelter, and this is the kind of treatment I get?”        You sighed. “I'm grateful, but you're the reason I'm down here in the first place, Tony. Excuse me if I don't feel bad for wanting to smack you in the head just one time.”        Tony furrowed his brows then walked over to you and put a hand on your head. “Do you have a fever or something? Because you're a bit grumpier than usual.”        If it were any other person, you might've snapped. But you knew Tony. His words conveyed concern, despite the terrible phrasing he used. He wasn't wrong, either. You had been more on edge lately, for more reasons than one (but you wouldn't tell him that).        You took a step back and turned your head away from Tony, avoiding his penetrating stare.        “I am, I am running low on energy, that's all. Being away from home takes a toll on me,” you tried reassuring him, yet still not meeting his gaze.        A rare moment of silence passed between you two before your charge replied, “Alright Clarence, don't get your halo in a twist. You should go get what we humans call some "food." It's SO good, and you're just not you when you're hungry.”        Tony's sassy words caught you off guard, and you looked back over at him in shock. But before a retort could leave your mouth, Tony tossed a small object towards you. Your reflexes reacted in an instant and caught the object in your hand. Let's say you were less than shocked when you read the label: Snickers.        “You couldn't resist, could you? You must think you're SO hilarious.”        “Because I am.” The cocky billionaire's lips formed into that infamous smirk of his before he turned around and finally went back to tinkering with another suit.        You breathed a sigh of relief as he did so, the built-up tension leaving your body.        You see, the last few months with Tony had been eventful. You found out that he had discovered a long-lost Divine tablet, the primary purpose being to summon an "all-powerful being with wings of light." Of course, Tony with his insatiable curiosity, couldn't leave it alone and ended up summoning you, his guardian angel.        You were furious. You couldn't protect your human charge like before. Following a superhero around with no invisibility would not work out for multiple reasons. You refused to talk with Tony out of anger for a few hours. Of course, that didn't last, though. He poked and prodded you for answers, and you eventually gave in, not having the will or patience to stay silent.        You only told Tony what he needed, however. That you were his guardian angel and that you needed to get back to your home sooner rather than later. You didn't tell him the reason for the urgency. He didn't need to know that you ran the risk of being killed by a demon in your weakened state the longer you stayed or that you could be cast out of the heavens for associating with your charge.        “I still wanna see those wings of yours again,” Tony interrupted your thoughts with the same request he had the first time around.        “Tony, I already told you no,” you admonished the persistent scientist, crossing your arms in front of you.        He said nothing in reply, just giving you a carefree smile as he started walking out of his workshop.        A suspicious feeling crept over you at his lack of protest, so you quickly followed Tony up the stairs and into the living room.        “What are you up to, Tony? You're not gonna bug me about not letting you see my wings again?”        “No.” He didn't even turn around to look at you, still walking towards the back of his house.        “Tony...”        The mischievous genius pressed a few keys on a window, which opened it up to the porch outside. He stepped through it before showing you another less-than-innocent grin, then walked toward the edge of the porch.        You followed after him, stepping out onto the porch. The moment you did so, though, Tony faced you, gave you a little wave, and took one giant step backward onto nothing but air.        Your heart lurched in your throat as your legs immediately went into action, and your wings flashed into existence. You jumped off of the porch with hands reached out in front of you.        The man was already on his way to crashing into the ocean below, so you brought your wings in more as you dove and increased your streamlining.        Tony looked utterly relaxed as he fell, a smirk on his lips when he saw you racing after him. But his proximity to the water should've scared him.        Your heart pounded in your ears as you strained your arms reaching for Tony. You mustered up one last burst of energy, snatching up one of Tony's hands in yours just before he hit the water.        “What in the world were you thinking, Tony Stark? You could've gotten killed!” you shouted.        “I wanted to see your wings,” he said as if that was the most normal thing in the world.        “Besides,” he continued in a confident tone, “I knew you'd catch me. You're my guardian angel after all.”        For some reason, a warm feeling spread through your chest at his words. You began to feel slightly embarrassed again, so you hauled Tony up into your arms bridle style so he wouldn't notice.        “Looks like you're my angel in shining armor, too.” He winked up at you.        Your mouth twitched upward in spite of yourself. “I'm still angry with you, despite your attempt at charming me.”        “Then the smile you had was just my imagination.”        “Definitely.” With that final word, you took Tony back up to the house, that warm feeling still fluttering in your chest.

Four months after summoning:        The metallic stench of blood wafted up your nose as you lay on the pavement, battered and bruised.        “Pathetic angel. Did you honestly think you could defeat a demon like me in your weakened state?”        The demon stood over you and stabbed his jagged blade back into your wounded shoulder. A raw scream of pain left your mouth, but you still struggled to free yourself from the demon.        The evil being gave you an unimpressed, disgusted look. “You still fight, bird-human? Why?”        Despite the piercing agony you felt, you still managed to croak some words at him, “Because I, agh, have something worth fighting for. Also, I really want to try some, damn it hurts, shawarma. I've heard great things about it.”        The truth was, you were trying your best at keeping the demon away from Tony and the bystanders. The superhero didn't need an invisible enemy attacking him in the middle of his fight. He was battling some domestic terrorists who used alien technology to generate fear and take advantage of innocent people, so he needed all of his attention focused on them.        He had also trusted you enough to let you come on the condition that you stayed away from the main battle. You were upset about that, but he hadn't ever seen you fight before. So you agreed (begrudgingly) to staying behind. Thank goodness he did, or people might've gotten hurt. The demon may have been after Tony, but they didn't care about other humans in their way. They were considered collateral damage by the devil.        The demon growled. “So you're stupid as well, angel. Can't you see that humans aren't worth your life? They are insects compared to you, yet you protect them.”        You gave him a bloodied, smug smile. “Mmm, I'd get bored otherwise, gargoyle.”        “You won't be so witty as I kill the other humans and then your human as I make you watch.” The rusty blade was removed from your shoulder, making you bite your lip in an attempt to keep from screaming again.        The demon raised his sword above his head, activating its Hellfire. Your eyes widened, and your heartbeat sped up. There was only one reason that he'd activate his power: to cut off your wings.        You tried to crawl away, but he stepped on your knee, and you heard the sickening crack of bone breaking.        You cried out, but you still crawled in spite of the agony perforating your body. You had to, for Tony.        This time he stepped on your other knee, effectively trapping you on the rough concrete.        “Prepare to-”        “Do us all a favor and stop with the terrible monologue. You just don't have the voice for it.” The familiar, pleasant voice of your charge interrupted the demon.        Your head snapped in the direction of the voice to find Tony standing a few feet away from you with his helmet off, his right repulsor aimed directly at the fiend's head.        The demon froze in shock, dropping his weapon.        The first thought that came to your mind was how in the world could he see and hear the demon? The second and more prevailing thought that came to you was Tony's safety.        You managed a hoarse warning. “Tony, get away!”        The hero kept his ground, actually stepping closer to the enemy. “Can't do that, Y/N. He's hurt my guardian angel.”        He gave you a wink before shooting his repulsor straight at the demon's face without blinking before they could react.        All that was left of his face after the blast consisted of his horns. The body promptly turned into dust, as all demons do when they die.        “You're such an idiot.” You sighed, before you fell into a coughing fit, golden blood leaking from your lips.        He rolled his eyes in feigned annoyance. “The idiot that just saved your life.”        With that, he scooped you up in his arms, careful not to jostle your injured body.        “My human in shining armor, how sweet...” you said as you drifted off from the pain, safe in the arms of your hero.

Six months after summoning:        “You aren't gonna dance, Y/N?”        You flashed Rhodey a dismissive smile.        “No, I'm good. I'm a terrible dancer anyway.”        The lieutenant colonel gave you a skeptical look and then said, “Or maybe it has something to do with the person you want to dance with is currently taken.”        You crossed your arms and avoided Rhodey's gaze. “Has absolutely nothing to do with it, absolutely nothing.”        The lieutenant colonel raised his hands in a surrendering gesture, doing a terrible job at hiding a smirk. “Whatever you say, Y/N.”        He walked off to talk with some of the other guests, making you breathe a sigh of relief. You didn't need another person bringing up feelings.        Lately, your mortal body would react in the most uncontrollable ways just thinking about Tony. The symptoms got worse whenever you were near him. You didn't feel like eating. You couldn't sleep even though your human body needed it. Your words would fail you, your brain becoming a jumbled mess. It felt like someone had injected you with a drug that wouldn't leave your system no matter what. Honestly, you considered not going to this charity ball because of the upheaval your body was going through.        It started around the time Tony saved you from the demon. After he snooped around in angel lore, he found out that the primary duty of a guardian angel was protecting their human from demons. Researching further, the engineer figured out your weakness and decided he'd create some technology using the biological components of that feather he took from you in case you needed backup. The scientist didn't tell you in so many words, but you knew he did it because he cared about you.        He visited you in the private SHIELD hospital room he'd gotten you almost every day. He'd crack jokes, update you on finding a way to get you back to heaven. It felt so nice to be cared for, especially by someone you'd spent so much time doing the same for. You got to see that beautiful heart of his firsthand, feel his hand on your shoulder, have him looking at you instead of through you. Your head denied feeling anything, but your heart screamed at you that you were and that there was nothing you could do.        “Care to dance, Y/N?” a boyish, yet smooth voice interrupted your dangerous thoughts.        Your heart fluttered in your chest, recognizing the voice of the very man you had just been thinking about.        You slowly turned around, finding Tony holding out his hand with that famous flirtatious grin of his adorning his lips.        “Of, of course.” You gave him your best smile, hoping he didn't notice your nervousness.        “Good. That saves me from having to drag you onto the dance floor.”        You shot a glare over at him, but the smile still on your face betrayed how you really felt. You snatched up the millionaire's hand in yours and guided him to the dance floor, praying he wouldn't notice your sweaty palms.        Tony took you by the waist and drew you in closer, gently swaying you to the mellow beat of the music.        However, once he pulled you closer, you felt a gush of fear and panic overcome you. These feelings, they weren't yours. They were Tony's.        You gave him a look of concern, noticing his paling skin and the sweat dripping down his face. Soon you began to feel a slight tremble in his hands. You knew what was happening, and it'd be worse in front of other people.        Your smile turned into a worried frown. “You're in no shape to dance, Tony Stark. I'm taking you outside.”        Not giving him any time for protesting, you dragged him outside into the garden by the enormous hall.        “What are you doing? Y/N, I'm fine.” Even as he said it, you felt his trembling get worse than it was before.        You took a deep breath and took him in your arms, not caring how embarrassed you were at the moment.        “Tony, you're not alright. But I'm here for you until you're ready to let me go. I got you, nothing can hurt you here,” you mumbled into his ear, rubbing a hand in circles on his back.        A moment of silence passed before he spoke in a shaky voice, “One of the reporters started talking about the Battle of New York, asking me all sorts of questions about what happened. I felt fine until I looked down at the dark floor and I was back in that wormhole, falling to my death.”        “I'm here to catch you, Tony. I won't let you die.” You held him a little tighter.        “Take a deep breath in, one two three four.” You felt his chest rise in response. “Then let it out, one two three four.” His breath tickled your ear as he let it out.        For ten minutes, you continued with this exercise, encouraging Tony to breathe and holding him in your embrace. Only once you felt the tension in his body release and his heart rate slow back down did you let your charge go.        “Whadda ya say we ditch this party and go have some real fun? Stop playing it safe and lose control?” Tony interjected, wanting a break from all the stress of the party.        Part of you wanted to tell him no, knowing those feelings brewing inside you would only grow stronger each moment you spent with the mechanic.        The better part of you told you your feelings didn't matter at this moment. Tony needed a distraction to help him recover, and you'd be damned if you'd abandon him in his moment of need.        You took your hand in his and simpered. “Let's go do just that. I've been itching to get out of here ever since I had someone sneeze on me...twice. I've never been more disgusted.”        Tony cringed in sympathy. “Agreed. What do you say about going on a night fly together? Haven't seen those gorgeous wings in a while.”        Your eyes turned downwards for a moment, slightly flustered by his offhanded compliment.        Then you met his gaze again with a twinkle in your eyes. “Why not? They've been in need of some stretching.”        A look of fake shock crossed the millionaire's face. “What, you don't do angel yoga?”        You rolled your eyes with a smile on your lips. “Funny, very funny.”        Letting your hand go, Tony took a mock bow. “Thank you.”        You resisted another eye roll, taking a step away and holding out your arms, gesturing for him to climb in them. “I can fly you to your house if you want, be faster than driving.”        “I don't know; you said someone sneezed on you. I don't need a cold, can't make as many suits,” the man ruminated, putting a hand to his chin in thought.        An unimpressed look formed on your face. Tony knew you couldn't get sick, being an angel. “This is a once-in-a-lifetime offer, Tony. Take it or leave it.”        He slowly wrapped an arm around your neck and draped himself into your waiting arms. “You know I can't resist being in the arms of my angel in shining armor.”        Instead of annoying you, the nickname brought about that familiar fuzzy feeling you'd been trying to avoid earlier.        “Not that nickname again,” you half-heartedly complained, hoping he didn't notice your lack of committal.        With that, you took off into the night sky and set out for Tony's house. The air might have been cold, but your heart was warm as you glided with Tony in your arms, a childlike smile that could light up the world adorning his face. For one moment, everything was right in the world.

Eight months after summoning:        No. It couldn't be. You couldn't believe it. There it stood, though, the Mark of the Damned. The pain the Mark gave you served as another confirmation.        You could pretend that you didn't know why it was there, but both your mind and heart knew. You had violated the most sacred rule of guardian angels, falling in love with your human charge.        You thought avoiding Tony would help, but it only made it worse. You missed him terribly, and it broke your heart to see him with such a sad look in his eyes.        “What is that, Y/N?”        You damn near jumped off the floor in surprise, forgetting that you had left the bathroom door open.        “Nothing you need to worry about, Tony,” you replied in a dismissive tone, pulling your shirt back over the Mark.        You saw the man cross his arms in the mirror, very clearly not satisfied with your lackluster answer.        “Deflecting is my style, not yours. A burn isn't "nothing." You're hiding something, and I wanna know what.”        You sighed, pinching your nose in frustration. “Tony, knowing might make you do something stupid or dangerous. I can't tell you.”        The hurt in his expression made your heart lurch. “Can't tell me or won't?”        You bit your lip to keep tears from falling and tried to leave the bathroom. The emotions in the room were suffocating you. However, Tony stepped in front of you and blocked the only exit, effectively trapping you.        You kept your gaze straight ahead, knowing if you met those beautiful brown eyes that you'd fall apart.        “Please move, Tony. I want out,” you pleaded, desperate to get away from him again.        “No, you can't keep running away from me, Y/N,” he replied tersely. “I'm not leaving till I get answers.”        You crossed your arms, trying to provide yourself with a kind of comfort. “What if I told you that if I revealed why I have this Mark, you'd be in danger from my superiors? Beings who are infinitely more powerful than me?”        Tony scoffed. “I've fought angry gods and homicidal aliens before. I can take on a few self-righteous halo-wearers.”        You finally looked over at him, a desperate and sad look in your eyes. “No, Tony, it's not the same. They can erase your memory or cause great injury to you. Not to mention that your technology won't work on them; they're too strong.”        You could tell that Tony didn't look the least bit swayed or bothered by what you just said.        “Does it look like I care?” he said in a matter-of-fact voice. “Just because your job is to protect me doesn't mean you can stop me from protecting you. I wanna know who hurt you.”        You broke eye contact again and looked down at the floor. Telling him would almost certainly reveal your feelings. You didn't want him to find out, but you couldn't half-ass the explanation or tell him a white lie. He wasn't stupid, and you weren't the best liar.        A moment passed before you let out a shaky breath and dived right into the explanation, Tony's expectant eyes on you. “It's called the Mark of the Damned. You get it for disobeying the most binding Guardian Angel rule.”        “And what is that?” His stare seemed to be boring into your soul at this point.        Tears welled up in your eyes, but you managed to keep them in before you said in a small voice, “Never fall in love with a human.”        You omitted the stipulation that it was falling in love with your chosen human that got you in the most trouble. You were hoping to keep Tony from finding out about your feelings for him a little longer.        “…I see. Is it the mailman who dropped packages off here as an excuse to see you or the person who kept flirting with you at the charity ball?”        You bit your lip again and shook your head. “No, Tony. None of them. Think closer to home.”        Tony asked in a strained voice, “Is it Rhodey? Because I could see why.”        “No, Tony. Not him.” You finally looked up into those warm brown eyes of his, shocked by the pain you saw hiding in them. “Who's the person who never gave up on trying to get me home? Who's the person who told me to let go of control and enjoy life? Who's the person that took care of me when I nearly died? Who's the person that risked their life for mine against an unknown enemy?”         Your lips stretched into a bittersweet smile. Then those tears you'd been holding back started pouring from your eyes like rain from storm clouds. “You see, I could try to run from you, but I realize now that it's useless. Being with you has changed my life, and I'll never be the same.”        Tony stood there in shock, finding himself speechless (which was rare).         Your heart pounded in your ears, your body shaking. After a few seconds, you couldn't take it anymore. You ducked under one of Tony's arms and started walking in the direction of the front door.        However, just as you reached out for the door handle, you felt his calloused hand grab your wrist and spin you around. Before you could shout out in surprise, your lips were covered by the touch of another pair of lips. Your eyes bugged out of your head for a moment, not believing that it was Tony kissing you. Your brain couldn't compute.        The man pulled away before you got a chance to respond in kind. Then he laughed a little at the bug-eyed expression written on your face. “I thought you said no more running away, Y/N.”        The shocked expression on your face melted into a joyful smile, momentarily forgetting about the danger. You replied in a tearful voice, “Yeah, I know. I'm a nervous, confused ball of energy right now, okay?”        Tony raised an eyebrow. “Confused? How can an "a being of mighty, awesome power with wings of light" be confused?”        You let out a nervous laugh. “Being suddenly kissed by someone will do that to any being, powerful or not.”        He stuck his hands in his pockets and tilted his head in puzzlement. “Does it really surprise you that I would like you back?”        “Yes, it really does,” you said in a resigned manner. “You've known me less than a year, Tony. You're a human; I'm an angel. I could get you hurt.  Besides, part of me hoped that you didn't like me back. It would've made leaving you easier.”        Tony opened his mouth to refute you, but then your last words registered.        “Leaving you? What's that supposed to mean?”        You backed away from Tony, walking toward the front door.        “The Mark is burning, Tony. Those superiors I told you about, they're coming to take me back to the heavens. I have to stand trial for my crimes.” You attempted a happy smile, but it turned into a bitter one. “And I can't let you be near me when they do.”        “What do you mean by that?” You saw Tony take a step towards you, probably planning on stopping you. However, you couldn't have him doing that. So you raised your hand and used what little power you had left to halt his progress completely.        Tony made an effort to move forward but found himself unable to do so.        He gave you a look of disbelief and betrayal. “This is how it is, then. You'll leave, and you won't let me protect you.”        “I'm your guardian angel, after all, not the other way around.” You sent him one last smile with one final tear gleaming in your eye. Then you stepped out of the millionaire's house and flew up into the sky, not once looking back.        You enjoyed the feel of the breeze through your wings, knowing it would most likely be the last time you experience it. Almost as if on cue, you felt a great power surge, and warrior angels appeared in front of you with weapons at the ready.        “Do not resist, Y/N,” one of them commanded, “Or things will end-”        “Badly for me. Yes, I know.” You sighed in annoyance. “I'll come willingly.”        You held out your hands, waiting for the handcuffs.        They gave you a skeptical look, then one of them clasped the handcuffs around your wrists in a cautious manner. They subsequently flew on either side of you, and each took a shoulder of yours in their grasp before you all flashed back to Heaven's Court of Judgement.        You were standing in front of a vast assembly of angels, all with varying looks of disgust, disappointment, or sadness.        The room grew silent as the honorable Judge sat down in their throne with a grave expression on their face.        “Here before you stands the accused, Y/N of the lowest choir of angels. The charges against them: Letting a human summon them and defying the Guardian Angel's most sacred rule. Their possible sentence: banishment from Heaven. Y/N, do you wish to defend yourself against the charges?”        “No,” you stated in a resolute tone.        The Judge's frown lines deepened. “Do you realize the graveness of your situation, Y/N? If you do not offer up any explanation for your grievous transgressions, you will be found guilty and thrown from the sky, in which you have no guarantee that you'll survive the fall.”        Your hands shook, but you managed looked up into the other angel's eyes with a steely gaze. “I have nothing I should be ashamed of, so I don't see the need to explain myself to you or anyone else. If that deems me guilty, then so be it. If loving another is what kills me, then I'll die gladly.”        You were a bit dramatic, but you needed their focus on you. The pain you'd go through didn't matter, despite your fear of it. You'd do anything to keep them from hurting Tony. Besides, what better way to keep them distracted than by telling the truth?        “So be it, Y/N of the Guardian Angels,” the Judge replied in cold, apathetic tone. “With your blatant disregard for the rules and complete lack of penance, I find you guilty of all charges. Your punishment shall be banishment from Heaven and the pain that the fall shall bring about.”        No sound could be heard as the warrior angels grabbed you again and guided you over to the Banishment Gateway. You felt the icy coldness of fear creeping in your veins, but it wasn't nearly as powerful as you expected it to be. That warm feeling of love Tony gave you countered the fear's effects, made you feel safe.        Even as you felt yourself being thrown from Heaven, fading out and burning as you fell through Earth's atmosphere, you knew that love was all worth it in the end.

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Because I Had You (3/3) - Steve Rogers x Reader

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A/N: It’s finally here! The angstiest part of them all! Thank you so so much @flatbottomholland for letting me get involved in your writing challenge! I had so much fun writing all three parts, this part especially! The lyrics from the song ‘Because I Had You’ were changed a little because reader is female so it just made a little more sense for this fic. Check that song out!

Permanent tag list: @glorious-fandoms, @rousetta, @fuckyourgondola Steve Rogers tag list: @alepowell, @kaitlynw011 Series tag list: @i-just-wanna-live-gc

Disclaimer: **All characters besides Reader, belongs to Marvel (MCU)**

Word count: 1,422

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader, Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter

MCU Characters: Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter, Bucky Barnes (mentioned)

Rating: General

Warnings: Sexual intentions at the end. Nothing descriptive though. Just a mention. Still very clean fic though :) Angst!

Summery: You decide to confront Steve about the distance, but that may have been the wrong move.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

You went to bed that night with a really hurt feeling. Steve moved on, well technically you were never together so it wasn’t as if he really had moved on, it just really hurt you. You were in bed and thinking about the biggest regret you held; getting Steve to leave. Getting Steve to pursue his dream. It was such a selfish regret, but you wanted him and only him. You thought you knew what you wanted for Steve, for him to be happy because that’s what made you happy, and now he was happy however, it wasn’t making you happy. He was being distant and it hurt so much. Almost like he took out your heart and ripped it apart with his new found super strength.

Peggy Carter was a fabulous woman. Apparently people knew who she was. She was a strong and independent person. She was driven and smart, so intelligent is was beyond your belief. Above all else though, the thoughts that spun in your head formed round the fact that she was everything you weren’t. Tall, amazing posture, hair that had not one strand out of place. She was just all out stunning. She didn’t even have to try. Steve saw it all too, that’s why he was in love with her. It was clear he was happy with her around and maybe he just didn’t need you there anymore.

You finally managed to find sleep even with all the racing thoughts in your head. You got out of the house earlier than you usually do, but it was to see Steve off. To move on, you needed to say goodbye. It wasn’t only a physical goodbye that you needed, but an emotional one. You needed to say goodbye to all the pent up emotions and feelings. Things he should never know about. Moving on meant taking risks, which wasn’t your forte but it was worth it if it meant giving Steve the life he deserved.

You arrived at the station since you heard that they’d be taking a train to the next stop, thanking your lucky stars, Steve was there, alone. ‘Hey.’ You said cooly. Steve smiled at you and walked over to meet you in the middle.

‘What are you doing here?’ He asked wrapping you in a hug. If only he knew what that hug meant for you.

You pulled away from the hug and looked him in the eyes, you were cursing the tears that had already started to form. ‘I came to say goodbye.’ The crack in your voice didn’t go unnoticed by Steve. You pulled you by the arm to sit on the seat next to him in the station.

‘Y/N, you know this isn’t goodbye right? I’ll be back and so will Buck.’ He smiled at the thought. Your heart swelled at the thought of it being like old times. ‘Maybe Peggy can join us. Of course only if she wanted to.’ And your heart cracked.

‘Yeah, of course. I must ask, does Bucky even ask about me?’ You wanted to change that subject to anything else.

‘Yeah! I mean, not lately since we stopped the whole sending letters thing, but when we were doing it, every time I got one he asked how you were doing without us.’ You both chuckled. Bucky may have been Steve’s best friend, but you’d be damned if he didn’t care just as much about you. This is how it was before Peggy. You could talk without hesitation, and it just rolled. Words rolled from your tongue and it was just easy. Unfortunately, just as things turned slightly normal, the woman herself came out onto the platform.

‘The train is delayed. We’ll be here for at least another hour.’ She said with a slight annoyance to her tone.

‘Do they know why?’ Steve asked standing up to be next to her.

‘Repairs.’ She huffed. ‘I’m going to see if I can find another station close by that has a different train running. Can’t have Captain America late to a show.’ She teased with a smirk before leaving.

‘Steve?’ You spoke softly and he turned around with a blush to his cheeks. You really needed to get this out. ‘We need to talk.’ Your tone never went louder, it stayed levelled and quiet. Steve sat next to you and you breathed out a shaky breath. ‘I, I um, I have no idea how to start.’ You laughed a breathy laugh.

‘You can me anything doll.’ He said it with such a beauty to his voice. He was so sincere. This was so much harder than you anticipated.

‘Since you’ve met Peggy, things have changed between us. You’re more distant and I don’t know, I guess it hurts.’ Steve’s eyes never left yours, but the glint he had did fade.

‘What are you saying Y/N?’ Steve asked a little taken back.

‘I’m just saying that maybe you being around Peggy has changed you.’ You suggest, but Steve wasn’t having it. He stood up as fast as a snap of your fingers.

‘Seriously Y/N? I’m finally happy, and you can’t bear to see that?’ He scoffed and continued before you could say anything. ‘That is such a selfish thing to say.’ He snapped.

‘I’m happy for you Steve, but is it such a bad thing that I don’t want things to change?’ Tears began to blur your vision.

‘Not bad, just selfish.’ He shook his head then his eyes locked to yours once more. ‘I think this is where the ‘goodbye’ happens.’ His voice was warm, but it now had a saddened and cold undertone. You nod before picking up your bag.

‘Goodbye Steve.’ You walked away before he could say anything. He was mad and hurt. After having about 20 minutes of time to calm down, you realised that the way you said goodbye wasn’t how you wanted to leave Steve. You raced back to the station and asked the man there when the train left. He said that it was now boarding so you ran to the platform. The train was gone though. So was Steve. There was one thing left though. Sitting on the bench was the locket. Your heart stung deeply and tears flowed freely down your flushed cheeks. After what seemed forever, you left.

You went to the bar, you sat and ordered a heavy drink, and let a guy sit next to you. By this point, all your morals were washed away. He flirted with you but you didn’t tell him to back off. You ended the night leaving the place with this man in tow. It wasn’t your nature, and he wasn’t the man you ever thought you'd do something intimate with. He was not Steven Grant Rogers. But maybe that was a good thing. You’d just never be able to love anyone, so was there a point in even seeking love anymore? You did do one thing right that night though, you left the locket in the bar. It was important but had too many memories. Steve didn’t want you in any shape or form. Not only did you lose the person you loved that day, but also a much needed friend.

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Bonus - Steve POV (Earlier/after fight) He regretted everything. It had been about 15 minutes and the train had reached the platform. Steve sat in a seat, slouched posture and his head was held in his hands. In his anger, Steve put the locket, the only piece left of you on the bench so he could completely leave you behind. He was furious at your accusations, but now sitting here, he realised that maybe you were right, maybe he was letting you go. But he didn’t want that ever. You were so much to him. Peggy sat next to him, keeping a professional distance. Steve was about to stand up and get that locket, but the train started moving. He cursed himself for even acting on his anger.

‘She’ll be here when you get back Steve.’ Peggy smiled softly. You weren’t who Steve wanted, Peggy was. You were just, a very important person in his life. You never dared turn your back on him, in fact, you were there for him in his hardest times, but he decided to turn his back on you when life got hard.

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No one would make either of your lives like they were before and you both had the same last thought about each other, “Because I had you.”

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Bad Liar

A/n: Hi~ This is for a writing challenge by @flatbottomholland​ based around the song Bad Liar by Selena Gomez!  - Its very fluffy, friends to lovers troupe!

“…I see your face, Oh wait, that’s someone else…”

The crisp cold of the early September morning hit your face as you exited your apartment building. Walking to the subway station a block down never was a hard walk, but the cold didn’t make it any easier. You watched as people started making their ways onto the streets quickly polluting the peaceful morning walk, turning it into something different. Something stressful. You plugged your earphones into your phone and then into your ears. You turned the music up as you tried to get your mind off of Peter Parker.

He had been your best friend since you started high school. What started off as a basic biology partner lead into hanging out with Peter and Ned all the time, MJ eventually joining, and then led you into what you thought was feelings for Peter. You stared at the sidewalk, refusing to even touch on the thought that you might like Peter. As you neared the entrance to the subway, you looked up into the crowd of people and seeing Peter’s face. A wide smile etched itself onto your features, but when you looked at the boy again, Peter disappeared leaving another face where you saw his.

“…Just like the battle of Troy, There’s nothing subtle here…”

When you got to school you met up with Ned, Peter, and MJ while waiting for the first bell to ring. You all sat down at the small picnic table in the cantine area. Peter next to you and Ned and MJ across from you. You remained quiet feeling Peters side pushed next you yours noticing every movement, and trying not to blush as Peter put his hand on your knee.

“Y/n, are you okay? You seem…off.” Peter asked you looking down at you, quickly squeezing your knee causing you to take a sharp breath in. You tried to cover it up with a cough, and while Peter believed it, Ned and MJ shared a knowing look.

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m okay; just tired you know? With those AP classes.” He smiled at you, his brown eyes sparkling with the sunlight starting to rise over the small buildings of the city. The bell rang and students started to scramble to their first classes.

“I’ll see you in second okay?” You nodded as Peter and Ned headed off to their first classes, and you and MJ began to walk together toward yours.

“You know you are about as subtle about your feelings as Paris when he kidnapped Helen.” MJ said, causing you to stop your love-struck gaze at the retreating figure of Peter to stare at her.

“Did you just compare me to the cause of the Trojan War?” MJ just looked at you and smirked. You playfully ran into her which caused both of you to giggle before quickly walking to class.

“…Call me an amenity, Even if it’s in my dreams…”

When you finally made it to your second class, Peter smiled from your shared lab station in the back corner of the classroom. You sat down next to him putting your bag to the side after pulling your notebook out of it.

The teacher walked in closing the door after the bell rang. “Lab today!” The teacher said taking attendance from his desk at the front. “You’ll be working with the partners at your desk this time.” You looked over at Peter who was smiling brighter than the sun on a midsummer day.

“Yes! I’m so lucky, you’re such a good partner.” You blushed at his compliment,

“You’re such a needed part of my life Y/n.” He looked at you with such intensity that you’re whole body began to become warm.

A loud slam caused you to jolt up from your desk. You looked around and you were still in your first block. You fell asleep, and you dreamed about Peter. Everyone in the class was looking at you wide eyed. Your textbook had fallen off the desk. You picked up your textbook face going red as the class turned back to the lesson. Even in your dreams, Peter was the main focus.

At least you heard him say you were a needed part of his life, although it was just a dream. You wished Peter would say he needed you. When the real first block ended and you began to walk to second, science, you thought of the dream. Peter Parker, your best friend for the past three years. Did you really like him? You looked down at the ground in front of you, still avoiding all of the rushing students trying to get to their seconds. You walked into the cold science classroom still looking at the floor watching how the tile changed slightly from hallway to the room.

Someone brushed by you saying a quiet sorry as they passed, you looked up. “Oh, Y/n sorry I didn’t realize that was you.” Peter. Of course it had to be Peter who ran into you. “Are you okay? I mean I know I asked you his morning, but something still seems off. Are you feeling bad?”

You met Peters eyes, they were full of intensity. He genuinely cared for you, which did not stop the ache in your heart or slow it’s racing at all. “Y-yeah. I’m okay. Just tried.” He looked you up and down. You nodded as if to say you were serious. He looked you over one last time before smiling again and walking over to your lab station. The whole class you felt him beside you. Him scribbling notes in his rushed handwriting, and you watching him. Observing how his muscles moved as he shifted in his seat or how every time he finished writing a lengthy paragraph he rolled his shoulders back and let out a small sigh. He took up a whole section of your mind, and you were addicted to the way he made you feel. You were addicted to Peter Benjamin Parker.

“…I’m trying not to think about you, I’m trying not to give into you….”

Lunch and your last two classes both consisted of you sitting next to Peter. The rest of the day consisted of you trying, but ultimately failing, not to think of Peter and focus on your work. Yet, every time he touched your knee, whispered a comment to you or asked you a question, every feeling you’ve been trying to ignore and hide surfaced. You tried not to give into the fact you might like, if not love Peter. When your final class started you sat next to Peter again. The teacher started as she normally did, telling everyone to get things out and write your response to the journal entry on the board.

“I smell a project.” Peter whispered. You nodded, continuing to write.

“Alright everyone the first 15 minutes of class have finished. Who would like to share their response for…” She looked  at the board to reread the question. “Is platonic love really that different from romantic love, why?”

No one raised their hand to answer, and the teacher just stood looking at each student. “You know I hate to do this, but if no one volunteers I will volunteer you.” Peter and you shared a look. Still no one raised their hands again causing the teacher to once again look at the students. “Alright, Peter what’s your answer?”

He flushed, and any shy kids worse nightmare began; being called on by the teacher without warning. “U-um platonic love it- it isn’t that different than romantic love.” He glanced at the teacher and she nodded telling him to continue. “Because platonic love can easily turn into romantic love, if you let it. Romantic love is you want them around you at all times, you want to make them smile, make them laugh, and you see a future with them. Don’t you want that with your friends too?” Your stomach was doing flips in your stomach as Peter said his response. Could he be talking about you, would he be talking about you?

The teacher again called on an unsuspecting victim. “Romantic love is like a wildfire started suddenly and almost impossible to stop. Where platonic love is like the fire you use in a candle you can light as many as needed, but also put them out as needed. However both are dangerous, and both can burn you.” The entire class moved on quickly from her poetic analogy, but you thought it over for a while. If the love you felt for Peter was a fire, you guessed you’d burn.

After the teacher had enough responses, thankfully sparing you from giving yours, she began to explain an upcoming assignment. “Now I know group works isn’t your favorite, but with this project-”

“Told you!” Peter whisper yelled to you. Rolling your eyes you turned your attention back to the teacher.

“The project will be easier than most I assign you.” You signed in relief, having already dealt with one of her projects. “You are going to be doing two venn diagrams. One with you and your partners ideals on platonic love and the other on romantic love.” You looked at Peter with that look of ‘partners?’ He nodded and whispered a “Duh” to you. “And that’s it! Very easy the only catch is that’s it’s due on Monday. Meet up with your partner over the weekend and work on it.” As she finished the bell rang.

Everyone shuffled out of the classroom, you and Peter joining them. You met up with Ned and MJ outside of school. “Me and y/n have a project due. I want to get it done with as soon as possible.” His words stung a little, did he not want to do the project with you? Did he only agree to do the project because he knew you?

“Alrighty so movie night Saturday instead of tonight?” Ned asked Peter nodded.

“Y/n do you just want to come home with me now?” Peter looked at you avoiding eye contact you nodded while looking at the stained cement in front of you. He hummed and said bye to Ned and MJ. You followed behind him throwing MJ a glance to see her looking between you and Peter confused. Looking back you walked a little behind Peter following him in a line versus side by side like you usually would, the awkward silence thick between you and Peter. Had he found out about your feelings that you hadn’t even confirmed until this morning?

The subway ride back to his home on the side of Queens was even more awkward than the walk there. You and Peter managed to score two seats next to each other. The both of you sat in silence letting the loud shaking sound of the subway car fill in any sounds. Then you finally exited the subway and began the short walk to Peter and May’s apartment. When you walked up the stairs to his front door, he fumbled with the keys for a second, which would have caused to giggle if the air around the both of you wasn’t so thick. He walked in, holding the door open for you to follow before shutting it behind him. You looked at him, “My room?” He said answering the question in your head. Nodding, you began to walk to his room. When you went in you sat on his bed like you always did, and he sat at his desk.  

You both just sat there for a few minutes Peter looking at his empty desk in front of him, and you looking at Peters back. “Peter?”

“…I see how your attention builds, It’s like looking in a mirror…”

He looks back at you this time, though you can tell he’s thinking of something. “We should get to work. Should we do math first? I mean we just finished English, maybe a break would be good?” You nodded as you pulled your Math textbook out of your backpack. Minutes passed and you were still focusing on your work. You felt someone watching you looking up you met Peter’s eyes. Watching his jaw clenched and he swallowed.

“You’ve been on that same problem for a while do you need help?” Your annoyance for the way he’s being treating you almost at its boiling point.

“We’ve been sitting here awkwardly for the past hour, and one of the only things you say is that?” You snapped at him, and you didn’t mean it to come out as harsh as you said. He flinched slightly at your tone; you had never been mad at him before.

“I was only trying to help.” Peter’s small temper started to come alive. His voice dropped a little, and you watched as his annoyance began to match yours. His reaction was like a mirrored image to what you thought you would look like.

“Well, I’m sorry that we can’t all be Mr. Genius ‘I build computers’ boy.” You were saying things thats hadn’t crossed your mind in awhile, but heated moments like this always bring those out. Tears brimmed your eyes as your thoughts spiralled completely out of control. Confused, Peter got up from his chair and walked across the room. Your eyes were fixed on the ground in front of you. “I’m sorry that I’m not smart enough to be your friend.” You let out a breath, almost like a lifeless laugh.

“You’re this smart boy who gets A’s and B’s barely even trying. On top of that, you’re so strong; you put your life at risk every day for people who don’t even know your real name. I don’t deserve you, Peter.”  He stood in front of you, and he pulled you off the bed until you were standing. He pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you. You breathed Peter in, feeling happier already. He really was like a drug.

“…What could possibly happen next, can we focus on the love?…”

“Y/n, you are one of the smartest people I know, and I know Tony Stark and Bruce Banner.” You’re hearing his compliments, but not listening to them. Being wrapped in Peters arms, and him talking your worries away is all you’ve ever wanted. Yet, with everything, losing Peter to dumb feelings wasn’t worth it. You took a deep breath, breathing Peter in, before pulling away from him. Waking to the other side of his room, to give at least a little space between you two. He looks at you confused, but keeps his distance.

“Y/n something is wrong. Something is has been wrong for weeks, and you won’t talk to me.” Peter’s eyes began to tear up and his voice began cracking. Your own eyes teared up, seeing one of the strongest people you know cry.

“I can’t do it Peter.” Your voice was soft, realizing you can’t be ‘just friends’ with Peter. Tears streamed down your face as you thought over what you were about to say; once this was out your friendship with Peter would be over.

“What can’t you do, y/n?” Peter’s voice went soft as well, feeling that what was about to happen was serious.

“I can’t be close with you like this and be friends with you. It’s too difficult!” You ran your hands over you face and through your hair. You voice began to raise again with this, and your frustration was evident.

“You can’t be friends with me? Why? What’s wrong?” Peter’s voice was still soft, but tears were streaming down his face.

“I’m afraid Peter, that’s what’s wrong.” You turned around, not wanting to look at Peter. You were afraid of losing Peter, but you were terrified of falling in love with him. He walked over to you grabbing your wrist and turning you to face him.

“What are you afraid of y/n?” He says putting his hands on your shoulders, forcing you to look at him.

“Falling in Love with you.” You said so softly you were afraid he hadn’t heard you. The room was so silent you could hear the traffic and the train outside, but the loudest sound was your heartbeat in your ears. Peter stood there silently your knees were weak, and you felt like you would collapse right then.

You thought about everything those five words could do, what they could end. Peter as your boyfriend. Star Wars marathons acting out both of your favorite scenes. Walking to school together, holding hands through the hallways, and kissing at your locker. Cafe dates while you worked on school work, but eventually you knew you’d lose focus on the work in front of you instead you would watch Peter. Being able to kiss him when he was sad, after a tougher mission, or to shut him up when he was rambling too much. Peter calling you when he got home at 3 A.M. just to tell you he loved you, and that he missed you. The happiness every time he crawled through your window after a patrol for a kiss goodnight before  he went home.  Yet, you thought about everything that those five words could ruin. What if this made things too awkward between you two. You would never again know what a hug from Peter felt like, he would go to another person after missions, and your sturdy friendship would disappear.

“What if I want you too?” He asked shattering the daydream you wrapped yourself in.

“To what?”

“Fall in love with me, completely.” Peter looked at you. Uncharacteristic confidence was radiating off of the usually insanely shy boy. You pulled away from him you ran your hand over your face before turning away from him. Peter quickly pulled you back to him, but this time he pulled you even closer. Your faces were almost touching, and his arms were wrapped around your waist. Your hands were awkwardly over his chest. He chuckled at your shocked expression.

“What if I want you to face your fear and love me. ” You stood there silent from confusion, he laughed soundlessly again. Using one of is hands to bring one of your hands around his neck, then doing the same to your other hand. With Peter’s hands around your waist and yours around his neck youre as close to Peter as you’ve ever been.

“What if i told you I already did?” He said. You looked at him confused once again.

“What love yourself?” He laughed at you again. He removed his hands from your waist, but moving them to cup your face. He moved his face close to yours, both of your noses almost touching.

“No, love you.” You felt Peter’s breath on your lips. You licked your lips as you stared at his.

“Can I kiss you?”

You nodded as you leaned into him. Your lips traveled the small distance to his. The moment you had been dreaming of for the months of pinning after Peter finally happened. The kids was timid, like both of you were still unsure if this was okay. You pulled away from him, but his eyes stayed trained on your lips. You started to say something, but he quickly ignored that and pushed his lips back to yours. This time it was more sure. He moved his lips in harmony with yours as your hands went behind his head and then into his hair. You pulled on it as he kissed you harder. When you pulled he let out a small whine which caused your heart to jump and beat loud and fast.

“Wow,” Peter said. You nodded still speechless from what just happened. “If I knew kissing you would be like that. I would have done it sooner.”

“Well now you can do it whenever you want.” You said smirking at Peter meeting his eyes. He smirked, but that quickly turned into a huge Peter smile. He leaned back into you and met you lips again. This time it was slow and full of love.

“…With my feelings on fire, Guess I’m a bad liar…”

[pinkprincepeterparker]

Bad Liar

A/n: Hi~ This is for a writing challenge by @flatbottomholland​ based around the song Bad Liar by Selena Gomez!  - Its very fluffy, friends to lovers troupe!

“...I see your face, Oh wait, that’s someone else…”

The crisp cold of the early September morning hit your face as you exited your apartment building. Walking to the subway station a block down never was a hard walk, but the cold didn’t make it any easier. You watched as people started making their ways onto the streets quickly polluting the peaceful morning walk, turning it into something different. Something stressful. You plugged your earphones into your phone and then into your ears. You turned the music up as you tried to get your mind off of Peter Parker.

He had been your best friend since you started high school. What started off as a basic biology partner lead into hanging out with Peter and Ned all the time, MJ eventually joining, and then led you into what you thought was feelings for Peter. You stared at the sidewalk, refusing to even touch on the thought that you might like Peter. As you neared the entrance to the subway, you looked up into the crowd of people and seeing Peter’s face. A wide smile etched itself onto your features, but when you looked at the boy again, Peter disappeared leaving another face where you saw his.

“...Just like the battle of Troy, There’s nothing subtle here…”

When you got to school you met up with Ned, Peter, and MJ while waiting for the first bell to ring. You all sat down at the small picnic table in the cantine area. Peter next to you and Ned and MJ across from you. You remained quiet feeling Peters side pushed next you yours noticing every movement, and trying not to blush as Peter put his hand on your knee.

“Y/n, are you okay? You seem…off.” Peter asked you looking down at you, quickly squeezing your knee causing you to take a sharp breath in. You tried to cover it up with a cough, and while Peter believed it, Ned and MJ shared a knowing look.

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m okay; just tired you know? With those AP classes.” He smiled at you, his brown eyes sparkling with the sunlight starting to rise over the small buildings of the city. The bell rang and students started to scramble to their first classes.

“I’ll see you in second okay?” You nodded as Peter and Ned headed off to their first classes, and you and MJ began to walk together toward yours.

“You know you are about as subtle about your feelings as Paris when he kidnapped Helen.” MJ said, causing you to stop your love-struck gaze at the retreating figure of Peter to stare at her.

“Did you just compare me to the cause of the Trojan War?” MJ just looked at you and smirked. You playfully ran into her which caused both of you to giggle before quickly walking to class.

“...Call me an amenity, Even if it’s in my dreams…”

When you finally made it to your second class, Peter smiled from your shared lab station in the back corner of the classroom. You sat down next to him putting your bag to the side after pulling your notebook out of it.

The teacher walked in closing the door after the bell rang. “Lab today!” The teacher said taking attendance from his desk at the front. “You’ll be working with the partners at your desk this time.” You looked over at Peter who was smiling brighter than the sun on a midsummer day.

“Yes! I’m so lucky, you’re such a good partner.” You blushed at his compliment,

“You’re such a needed part of my life Y/n.” He looked at you with such intensity that you’re whole body began to become warm.

A loud slam caused you to jolt up from your desk. You looked around and you were still in your first block. You fell asleep, and you dreamed about Peter. Everyone in the class was looking at you wide eyed. Your textbook had fallen off the desk. You picked up your textbook face going red as the class turned back to the lesson. Even in your dreams, Peter was the main focus.

At least you heard him say you were a needed part of his life, although it was just a dream. You wished Peter would say he needed you. When the real first block ended and you began to walk to second, science, you thought of the dream. Peter Parker, your best friend for the past three years. Did you really like him? You looked down at the ground in front of you, still avoiding all of the rushing students trying to get to their seconds. You walked into the cold science classroom still looking at the floor watching how the tile changed slightly from hallway to the room.

Someone brushed by you saying a quiet sorry as they passed, you looked up. “Oh, Y/n sorry I didn’t realize that was you.” Peter. Of course it had to be Peter who ran into you. “Are you okay? I mean I know I asked you his morning, but something still seems off. Are you feeling bad?”

You met Peters eyes, they were full of intensity. He genuinely cared for you, which did not stop the ache in your heart or slow it’s racing at all. “Y-yeah. I’m okay. Just tried.” He looked you up and down. You nodded as if to say you were serious. He looked you over one last time before smiling again and walking over to your lab station. The whole class you felt him beside you. Him scribbling notes in his rushed handwriting, and you watching him. Observing how his muscles moved as he shifted in his seat or how every time he finished writing a lengthy paragraph he rolled his shoulders back and let out a small sigh. He took up a whole section of your mind, and you were addicted to the way he made you feel. You were addicted to Peter Benjamin Parker.

“...I’m trying not to think about you, I’m trying not to give into you....”

Lunch and your last two classes both consisted of you sitting next to Peter. The rest of the day consisted of you trying, but ultimately failing, not to think of Peter and focus on your work. Yet, every time he touched your knee, whispered a comment to you or asked you a question, every feeling you've been trying to ignore and hide surfaced. You tried not to give into the fact you might like, if not love Peter. When your final class started you sat next to Peter again. The teacher started as she normally did, telling everyone to get things out and write your response to the journal entry on the board.

“I smell a project.” Peter whispered. You nodded, continuing to write.

“Alright everyone the first 15 minutes of class have finished. Who would like to share their response for…” She looked  at the board to reread the question. “Is platonic love really that different from romantic love, why?”

No one raised their hand to answer, and the teacher just stood looking at each student. “You know I hate to do this, but if no one volunteers I will volunteer you.” Peter and you shared a look. Still no one raised their hands again causing the teacher to once again look at the students. “Alright, Peter what’s your answer?”

He flushed, and any shy kids worse nightmare began; being called on by the teacher without warning. “U-um platonic love it- it isn’t that different than romantic love.” He glanced at the teacher and she nodded telling him to continue. “Because platonic love can easily turn into romantic love, if you let it. Romantic love is you want them around you at all times, you want to make them smile, make them laugh, and you see a future with them. Don’t you want that with your friends too?” Your stomach was doing flips in your stomach as Peter said his response. Could he be talking about you, would he be talking about you?

The teacher again called on an unsuspecting victim. “Romantic love is like a wildfire started suddenly and almost impossible to stop. Where platonic love is like the fire you use in a candle you can light as many as needed, but also put them out as needed. However both are dangerous, and both can burn you.” The entire class moved on quickly from her poetic analogy, but you thought it over for a while. If the love you felt for Peter was a fire, you guessed you’d burn.

After the teacher had enough responses, thankfully sparing you from giving yours, she began to explain an upcoming assignment. “Now I know group works isn’t your favorite, but with this project-”

“Told you!” Peter whisper yelled to you. Rolling your eyes you turned your attention back to the teacher.

“The project will be easier than most I assign you.” You signed in relief, having already dealt with one of her projects. “You are going to be doing two venn diagrams. One with you and your partners ideals on platonic love and the other on romantic love.” You looked at Peter with that look of ‘partners?’ He nodded and whispered a “Duh” to you. “And that’s it! Very easy the only catch is that’s it’s due on Monday. Meet up with your partner over the weekend and work on it.” As she finished the bell rang.

Everyone shuffled out of the classroom, you and Peter joining them. You met up with Ned and MJ outside of school. “Me and y/n have a project due. I want to get it done with as soon as possible.” His words stung a little, did he not want to do the project with you? Did he only agree to do the project because he knew you?

“Alrighty so movie night Saturday instead of tonight?” Ned asked Peter nodded.

“Y/n do you just want to come home with me now?” Peter looked at you avoiding eye contact you nodded while looking at the stained cement in front of you. He hummed and said bye to Ned and MJ. You followed behind him throwing MJ a glance to see her looking between you and Peter confused. Looking back you walked a little behind Peter following him in a line versus side by side like you usually would, the awkward silence thick between you and Peter. Had he found out about your feelings that you hadn’t even confirmed until this morning?

The subway ride back to his home on the side of Queens was even more awkward than the walk there. You and Peter managed to score two seats next to each other. The both of you sat in silence letting the loud shaking sound of the subway car fill in any sounds. Then you finally exited the subway and began the short walk to Peter and May’s apartment. When you walked up the stairs to his front door, he fumbled with the keys for a second, which would have caused to giggle if the air around the both of you wasn’t so thick. He walked in, holding the door open for you to follow before shutting it behind him. You looked at him, “My room?” He said answering the question in your head. Nodding, you began to walk to his room. When you went in you sat on his bed like you always did, and he sat at his desk.  

You both just sat there for a few minutes Peter looking at his empty desk in front of him, and you looking at Peters back. “Peter?”

“...I see how your attention builds, It’s like looking in a mirror…”

He looks back at you this time, though you can tell he’s thinking of something. “We should get to work. Should we do math first? I mean we just finished English, maybe a break would be good?” You nodded as you pulled your Math textbook out of your backpack. Minutes passed and you were still focusing on your work. You felt someone watching you looking up you met Peter’s eyes. Watching his jaw clenched and he swallowed.

“You’ve been on that same problem for a while do you need help?” Your annoyance for the way he's being treating you almost at its boiling point.

“We’ve been sitting here awkwardly for the past hour, and one of the only things you say is that?” You snapped at him, and you didn't mean it to come out as harsh as you said. He flinched slightly at your tone; you had never been mad at him before.

“I was only trying to help.” Peter’s small temper started to come alive. His voice dropped a little, and you watched as his annoyance began to match yours. His reaction was like a mirrored image to what you thought you would look like.

“Well, I’m sorry that we can’t all be Mr. Genius ‘I build computers’ boy.” You were saying things thats hadn’t crossed your mind in awhile, but heated moments like this always bring those out. Tears brimmed your eyes as your thoughts spiralled completely out of control. Confused, Peter got up from his chair and walked across the room. Your eyes were fixed on the ground in front of you. “I’m sorry that I’m not smart enough to be your friend.” You let out a breath, almost like a lifeless laugh.

“You’re this smart boy who gets A’s and B’s barely even trying. On top of that, you’re so strong; you put your life at risk every day for people who don’t even know your real name. I don’t deserve you, Peter.”  He stood in front of you, and he pulled you off the bed until you were standing. He pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you. You breathed Peter in, feeling happier already. He really was like a drug.

“...What could possibly happen next, can we focus on the love?...”

“Y/n, you are one of the smartest people I know, and I know Tony Stark and Bruce Banner.” You’re hearing his compliments, but not listening to them. Being wrapped in Peters arms, and him talking your worries away is all you’ve ever wanted. Yet, with everything, losing Peter to dumb feelings wasn’t worth it. You took a deep breath, breathing Peter in, before pulling away from him. Waking to the other side of his room, to give at least a little space between you two. He looks at you confused, but keeps his distance.

“Y/n something is wrong. Something is has been wrong for weeks, and you won’t talk to me.” Peter’s eyes began to tear up and his voice began cracking. Your own eyes teared up, seeing one of the strongest people you know cry.

“I can’t do it Peter.” Your voice was soft, realizing you can’t be ‘just friends’ with Peter. Tears streamed down your face as you thought over what you were about to say; once this was out your friendship with Peter would be over.

“What can’t you do, y/n?” Peter’s voice went soft as well, feeling that what was about to happen was serious.

“I can’t be close with you like this and be friends with you. It’s too difficult!” You ran your hands over you face and through your hair. You voice began to raise again with this, and your frustration was evident.

“You can’t be friends with me? Why? What’s wrong?” Peter’s voice was still soft, but tears were streaming down his face.

“I’m afraid Peter, that’s what’s wrong.” You turned around, not wanting to look at Peter. You were afraid of losing Peter, but you were terrified of falling in love with him. He walked over to you grabbing your wrist and turning you to face him.

“What are you afraid of y/n?” He says putting his hands on your shoulders, forcing you to look at him.

“Falling in Love with you.” You said so softly you were afraid he hadn’t heard you. The room was so silent you could hear the traffic and the train outside, but the loudest sound was your heartbeat in your ears. Peter stood there silently your knees were weak, and you felt like you would collapse right then.

You thought about everything those five words could do, what they could end. Peter as your boyfriend. Star Wars marathons acting out both of your favorite scenes. Walking to school together, holding hands through the hallways, and kissing at your locker. Cafe dates while you worked on school work, but eventually you knew you’d lose focus on the work in front of you instead you would watch Peter. Being able to kiss him when he was sad, after a tougher mission, or to shut him up when he was rambling too much. Peter calling you when he got home at 3 A.M. just to tell you he loved you, and that he missed you. The happiness every time he crawled through your window after a patrol for a kiss goodnight before  he went home.  Yet, you thought about everything that those five words could ruin. What if this made things too awkward between you two. You would never again know what a hug from Peter felt like, he would go to another person after missions, and your sturdy friendship would disappear.

“What if I want you too?” He asked shattering the daydream you wrapped yourself in.

“To what?”

“Fall in love with me, completely.” Peter looked at you. Uncharacteristic confidence was radiating off of the usually insanely shy boy. You pulled away from him you ran your hand over your face before turning away from him. Peter quickly pulled you back to him, but this time he pulled you even closer. Your faces were almost touching, and his arms were wrapped around your waist. Your hands were awkwardly over his chest. He chuckled at your shocked expression.

“What if I want you to face your fear and love me. ” You stood there silent from confusion, he laughed soundlessly again. Using one of is hands to bring one of your hands around his neck, then doing the same to your other hand. With Peter’s hands around your waist and yours around his neck youre as close to Peter as you've ever been.

“What if i told you I already did?” He said. You looked at him confused once again.

“What love yourself?” He laughed at you again. He removed his hands from your waist, but moving them to cup your face. He moved his face close to yours, both of your noses almost touching.

“No, love you.” You felt Peter’s breath on your lips. You licked your lips as you stared at his.

“Can I kiss you?”

You nodded as you leaned into him. Your lips traveled the small distance to his. The moment you had been dreaming of for the months of pinning after Peter finally happened. The kids was timid, like both of you were still unsure if this was okay. You pulled away from him, but his eyes stayed trained on your lips. You started to say something, but he quickly ignored that and pushed his lips back to yours. This time it was more sure. He moved his lips in harmony with yours as your hands went behind his head and then into his hair. You pulled on it as he kissed you harder. When you pulled he let out a small whine which caused your heart to jump and beat loud and fast.

“Wow,” Peter said. You nodded still speechless from what just happened. “If I knew kissing you would be like that. I would have done it sooner.”

“Well now you can do it whenever you want.” You said smirking at Peter meeting his eyes. He smirked, but that quickly turned into a huge Peter smile. He leaned back into you and met you lips again. This time it was slow and full of love.

“...With my feelings on fire, Guess I’m a bad liar…”

[fatbottombucky]

😊😊Oh, my gosh. I love this!!!

It’s one of my favourite songs, so I am sooo happy it was picked!! You did such an amazing job!!! Thank you for participating. Also, that ending tho?? Wtf huney!! What happened?? I need to know.🧡- Rosalie🍑

Boy Meets Girl (Bucky Barnes x Female! Reader)

Hello! This is for @flatbottomholland‘s writing challenge! I used Troye Sivan’s Strawberries and Cigarettes. This piece is 4,094 words long. I am really proud of this, I think there may be a couple cuss words in here but besides that it is friendly to everyone! I hope y’all enjoy! Happy reading, and have a good day! 

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My My My!

Bucky Barnes x gender neutral reader Fandom: Marvel (Captain America) Genre: Fluff Summary: Bucky is sick of you and him running away from each other Word count: 847 Y/N= Your Name Author's Note: I wrote this for @flatbottomholland ‘s 14K writing challenge! This is inspired by the song My My My! by Troye Sivan. Congrats on 14K, I hope you enjoy this!

Prompt used: My My My! by Troye Sivan

It was the same feeling. The same feeling Bucky had when he had talked to you for the first time. The same feeling he had when he saw you again. He felt like your eyes were swallowing him, like he was drowning in a deep ocean, somewhere between the continents, far from the land. It was like a weight was crashing his ribs. The intense feeling of being struck by a lightning. The feeling of burning on the inside. A warm and comfortable, but also terrifying feeling, every time he saw you.

Bucky wasn’t able to stop thinking about you. Ever since he had met you, all his thoughts were spinning around you. He lived for everything you did. He loved your sweet smell, your voice, your face. You were the feeling of hearing one’s favourite song on the radio. The smell of fresh laundry. A warm hug. Your name was his favourite word. Your eye colour was his favourite colour.

There was nothing he didn’t love about you, and that was what scared him.

The soldier had been running away from love since he woke up in the twenty-first century. Going steady, dating, being partners, having a significant other, being lovers, whatever people wanted to call it, had been a lot easier in the 1940’s, when Bucky didn’t have a metal arm, when he wasn’t known as the ‘Winter Soldier’, when he was just normal. And he hated it.

No sane person would ever date someone like him. No sane person would ever love him. That was what he thought about himself until he met you. That was when he told himself, “Fuck it. I deserve to be loved” because that was exactly what Steve had always said to him.

So, Bucky had to stop running from love.

But he didn’t know if you were ready to do the same.

Bucky turned his head to the side to look at you. In his eyes, you were shining as bright and beautiful as a diamond in the golden light of the sunset. You had dragged him to a meadow far away from the city to watch the first sunset of autumn. After you had told him, that it was your favourite thing to do in the whole year, he agreed to join you. It wasn’t too cold yet, and some leaves were already lying on the ground, while the ones remaining on the trees were shining in the bright colours of red, orange and yellow. Seeing this, combined with the grass and you walking in front of him, dressed in a comfortable jacket and with Bucky’s scarf, gave him a warm feeling. You sat down and leaned against a tree, Bucky sat down next to you.

“Look at how beautiful this is,” you whispered. Bucky smiled and nodded. The golden and yellow light looked beautiful on your skin and it made your hair shine in a very special way.

“It’s the most beautiful sunset of the year.” Bucky only hummed at your comment. 

“Are you even looking?” Now you turned your head to face him, a sweet smile on your lips.

“Stop looking at me,” you giggled. 

“I can’t,” Bucky admitted. 

“Why not?” He sighed. Steve had told him to admit his feelings to you, but he had always been too afraid to do so. But the cozy feeling and how beautiful you looked, almost like a piece of art, made him want to tell you everything. 

“You look so beautiful in this light. It’s like I am seeing you for the first time. It’s like I’m falling for you for the first time all over again.” He felt himself smile. “This has been going on for so long. You and me, I mean. That you are running from me, and I’m running from you.” You leaned forward to remove a long strand of hair from Bucky’s face. You put it behind his ear very slowly, as if you could feel the burning under his skin that he felt when you touched him.

“I know,” you said quietly. 

“I don’t want to wait any longer, Y/N. You said that you know it just as well as me. I am ready for this, all I need is you to say that you like me too.” You moved a little closer to him, making the leaves under your body rustle when you cuddled into him. 

“I know,” you repeated as he put an arm around you. “Let’s not run from each other anymore.” You put your head onto Bucky’s shoulder.

“But first, let’s watch the sunset. Let’s spend it as if it was our last,” you said. Bucky chuckled and picked up a leaf from the ground. It shone bright red in the light of the slowly disappearing sun. 

“For you,” he said. You took it from his hands and looked at him in confusion.

“If this was our last night together, I’d regret never giving flowers to you. But since I don’t have flowers here, I think that a leaf is a good alternative,” Bucky explained quietly.

“It’s a great alternative.” You leaned forward and kissed his cheek, feeling his stubble against your lips as you pulled away.

“Thank you, Bucky. I’m all yours now.”

[fuckcanontbh]

Boy Meets Girl (Bucky Barnes x Female! Reader)

Hello! This is for @flatbottomholland‘s writing challenge! I used Troye Sivan’s Strawberries and Cigarettes. This piece is 4,094 words long. I am really proud of this, I think there may be a couple cuss words in here but besides that it is friendly to everyone! I hope y’all enjoy! Happy reading, and have a good day! 

“Maybe this was a bad idea…” The idea floats by before you shake your head. You’re sitting in your car that’s parked beside the street, an apartment complex in front of you. Your hands are gripping the steering wheel, your car is idle, and the radio is softly playing Troye Sivan’s “Strawberries and Cigarettes”. “So many things could go wrong, what if he doesn’t feel the same? What if I’ve just been imagining the signs? I could make a fool out of myself.” A groan escapes your lips as you think of the man in question.

               James Buchanan Barnes. A man with a wild history and the man who had stolen your heart, but he didn’t know this, which is why you were currently beating yourself up outside of his apartment complex. You’d made the decision to tell him, all it took was a text saying that he wasn’t doing so well.

Remember when we first met? You said light my cigarette, so I lied to my mom and dad, I jumped the fence and ran, but we couldn’t go very far cause you locked your keys in your car. So, you sat and stared at my lips and I could already feel your kiss.

               You remembered when you first met James, you were sitting at the park when he approached you, asking if you would light his cigarette. You were about to say no but was struck speechless by the man in front of you. His dark brown hair was pulled up into a small bun and if someone had asked you beforehand you would have said it was tacky, but it fit him well. He was wearing a black shirt with a simple brown jacket thrown over it, his legs were covered by dark jeans that fit him perfectly and you were sure if he turned around they’d do wonders to his ass, but your wandering eyes were brought back to his face when he cleared his throat. You had squeaked an apology before finally answering no. “Smoking causes cancer you know.” With that simple comment he chuckled at you and sat next to you.

“Yeah, so I’ve been told, but it’s a good distraction, and plus gives you time to think about other things.” You shook your head, and although you were surprised by him sitting down you continued the conversation. “Maybe you should get better friends that make you think.” Another laugh as he looked down at his feet, which were covered with tattered sneakers. “Maybe. But with how things are right now, I think my friends would have me thinking too much.” You shook your head, “No such thing.”, your phone beeped letting you know you had gotten a message and when you checked it you groaned. “First, why the long face? Second, was that a Kim Possible Kimmunicator sound?” You flushed at his question and set your phone down. “My friend Pepper wants to drag me with her to go clothes shopping for this event she got us invitations to. I really don’t want to go. And yes, yes it was. It’s funnier when someone calls me.” “I just think it’s cute. And why don’t you want to go? Sounds like fun.” Your face heated up at his comment and you looked away, toying with the end of your jacket as you answered. “She just makes me try on so many things, shopping takes forever with her. We don’t even need new clothes, she just wants a reason to go shopping.” You groaned as your phone went off again. “Well, do you want an excuse to get out of it?” You raised an eyebrow. “And what could I possibly be doing except going shopping?” “Having lunch with me? I mean only if you want to, you’re a good distraction.” You sputtered as you answered. “We don’t even know each other’s names! You could be a serial killer for all I know!” “My name’s James, but my friends call me Bucky. And scout’s honor I’m not a serial killer.” Yet another smile. “Why has he got to be so cute?” “I’m (Y/N). And I can’t believe I’m saying this, but okay.” He-James-looked shocked, but quickly recovered by standing up and offering you a hand. “I guess we’ve got some place to be, don’t we (Y/N)?”

After a quick text telling Pepper something had come up, you were walking with James to his car. Unfortunately, he had locked his keys in his car, and instead of lunch you two sat on the hood of his car as you waited for the locksmith to come. “It was a pretty nasty accident. But at least all I lost was my arm, and now I have this bad boy. Got it all the way from Africa, especially made just for me.” Despite the story behind his intricate prosthetic, James was grinning like a school boy as he turned his prosthetic more for you to see. A comfortable silence fell between the two of you as your eyes met his. His eyes seemed to see through you, the blue of his eyes matched the pale sky behind him, and they glanced to your lips a couple times. As the two of you began leaning in you could already imagine the feeling of his lips on yours. “Excuse me, are you Mr. Buchanan? I’m Paul, I’m here to help you get your keys.” And the moment was broken, a man standing to the side of James’ car with a kit already in his hands, and a small knowing smile on his face. Within moments, James was already next to the man as Paul got his door unlocked. By the time the door was finally unlocked, and his car started, you were ready to go home. You had told Pepper you’d meet her at your place for takeout.

“Alright, hate to say it, but we’ll have to do a rain check on that lunch. I told Pepper I’d meet her for dinner and it’s already four. I’ve got to head home.” His face fell at your words, but he recovered quickly, opening the passenger side door. “That’s okay, allow me to give you a lift?” You nodded, your face heating again as you sat down, James shutting your door for you before jogging to his side. “Alright, lead the way.”

Twenty minutes later you were sitting in his car, your apartment in front of you as you scribbled down your number on a napkin you had in your bag. “Text me about that lunch.” You smiled as you handed him the napkin, but before you could turn to open the door, his hand was on your cheek, making you look him in the eyes again. “I will.” And then his lips were on yours for just a second, making you think maybe you had imagined it. “Now go have fun, I’m glad I met you today (Y/N). I’ll definitely be taking you to lunch soon.”

Remember when you taught me fate, said it’d all be worth the wait? Like that night in the back of the cab, when your fingers walked in my hand. Next day, nothin�� on my phone, but I can still smell you on my clothes. Always hoping things would change but we went right back to your games.

               “You’re going on a date with Blue Eyes? I’m so excited!” Your red headed friend sat up on her knees, your bed dipping with her weight. “What are you going to wear? I can’t believe you waited until I was about to leave to tell me about this!” You rolled your eyes at her words, opened your closet and pulled out a maroon dress. Pepper grinned at your choice and finally got off your bed. “You’re going to knock him dead, if I wasn’t busy I’d totally pretend to be someone else, so I could see how your date went. If you don’t text me, I’m going to assume it’s going very well.” A wink punctuated her sentence and she hugged you close. “But seriously, be safe, have fun, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Text me when you can. I’d stay if I could, but I have to go to work or I’ll be late! Love you girl!” At first your face had turned red, but that only lasted a moment before you laughed and shooed her out the door. “Love you too, text me when you make it there, I’ll see you later!”

               You looked yourself up and down in your mirror. The dress you had chosen was a cold-shouldered T-shirt style that went down to your knees. As you made sure your hair didn’t look too crazy you heard your apartment buzzer going off. “Hello? (Y/N), it’s Bucky, and I promise I didn’t lock my keys in the car this time!” You laughed when you heard what sounded like keys being shaken by the speaker and slipped on your nude flats as you headed towards your buzzer. “I’m coming Bucky, be down in a minute!” You smiled and grabbed your purse from its hook by the door before making sure your apartment was locked and headed downstairs.

               “So where are we going again?” You smiled as Bucky began pulling out of the parking spot he was in, a grin on his face as he glanced back at you. “It’s a surprise doll, you’ll have to wait and see.”

               Within minutes you were pulling into a small diner called “Debbie’s Diner”. It looked just like you would imagine a retro diner to look, complete with the black and white tile and red accents. “Welcome to Debbie’s Diner, I’m Penelope and I’ll be serving you today! Just the two of you today?” You nodded and followed the blonde girl to a booth by the window. “Thank you!” Penelope smiles and pulls out a writing pad out of her apron. “What can I get you guys to drink?” “A strawberry shake and a couple waters?” Bucky’s voice cut you off, but his face said you could easily change the order. You nodded again and smiled at him before looking down at your menu. Different burgers filled the pages, and the diner had a whole page dedicated to their shakes. “What are you thinking about getting? I always get their bacon cheeseburger and onion rings. They’ve got the best burgers in town. I hope you don’t think I was too forward with getting one shake for the both of us, thought we could make our own retro moment.” A sheepish smile crept on his face as he looked out the window.

               “Why do you never see a dead crow in the road?” You looked at Bucky questioningly as you took a sip of the shake between you two. “I have no idea.” “Because crows always warn each other by saying CAR CAR CAR!” An ugly snort escaped you, and you had to fight the embarrassment as it crept up your spine. “That was cute.” Bucky smiled at you and reached across the table, putting his hand over yours. “About the other day, sorry if I was moving along a bit too quickly for you.” A blush danced across your cheeks as you looked at his hand over yours. “It’s not a big deal, don’t worry about it.”

               You two left the diner hand in hand with huge smiles on both your faces. Once again, he left you wanting more by giving you a simple kiss before sending you on your way with promises of another date. As you opened your door you were floating on cloud nine, the feeling of his lips still in your mind. As soon as you got to your room you jumped on your bed, your back hitting the mattress as you stared at the ceiling. “What am I doing? He’s making me act like a lovesick teenager.”  

               For what felt like the hundredth time you turned on your phone. “He still hasn’t texted?” You shook your head at Pepper’s question and set the phone on the small table next to the couch. “I can’t believe him, you said the date went well. What is he playing at?” Her voice had an edge to it, and you could tell she was ready to find out exactly what his problem was, right from his mouth. “Pepper it’s fine. Maybe his phone died or he’s busy. You know how guys are.” She huffed and plopped down next to you on the couch. “Yeah, I know. But I also know that he’s been anything but an ordinary guy. He’s been sweet and gentlemanly, and he’s been texting you nonstop for the past four days. Now all of a sudden, he’s not texting you about your childhood pets, or favorite foods? Something isn’t adding up. Forget about him, he just doesn’t realize how much of a catch you are.” Pepper hugged you with one arm and then turned her attention to the movie on TV. You sighed and slowly stood up. “I think I’m just going to head to bed. I’ll see you in the morning. Good night.”

And even if I run away, give my heart a holiday, still strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you. You always leave me wanting more, I can’t shake my hunger for, strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you.

               Nearly a week had gone by and after trying to reach out and not getting an answer, you’d given up. The event Pepper got invitations to was tonight and she finally revealed it as being a birthday party for one of her boyfriend’s friends. “I think you should go with your black cocktail dress, it looks great on you.” She smiled as she quickly put it on, excited for the party. Tony, her boyfriend, was known for throwing extravagant parties, especially for those near to him, Pepper’s birthday party was a night to be remembered, or forgotten depending on how much you drank. You were sitting on her bed as she got ready, taking the time to do her hair and make-up, unlike you who had chosen to just throw on a simple white and teal patterned sun dress with no make-up. Her phone went off and she practically dove for it a smile lighting up her face. “Happy’s here, let’s head downstairs.” She grabbed her purse, and opened the door, her smile never lessening as she headed downstairs. After locking the door, you followed her down the stairs, doing your best to match her good mood. “Hey Happy.” Pepper hugged the man close and then slid into the car from the door he held open. “Hey Pepper, hey (Y/N).” “Hey, thanks for getting us.” You smiled at him as you slid in behind Pepper, ready to have a good night at Tony’s.

               Music was already blasting as you walked into Tony’s place. The walls seemed to be thrumming as you walked in, Pepper already vanishing into the crowd as she looked for her boyfriend. A banner hung on the wall in front of the door that wished someone named Steve a happy birthday. For some unknown reason, the colors chosen for decorations were red, white, and blue. Whoever this party was for seemed to be super patriotic based on the decorations around the room. A small section of the room had been transformed into a small bar. You shook your head at the amount of people already taking advantage of the free drinks, and instead headed in the opposite direction towards the make shift dance floor. Soon enough you saw Wanda standing to the side with a drink in her hand laughing with a tall man beside her. “Wanda! Think I can bug you for a bit? Pepper ran off!” You had to raise your voice slightly to be heard over the music, but nonetheless Wanda smiled and nodded at you. “Yeah, (Y/N), this is my friend Vision.” The man beside her smiled and extended his hand in greeting. After a simple shake the three of you began talking and catching up with Wanda had done your mind good, all worries about James left your mind.

               It’d been a couple hours and Tony had taken a stand on stage as he called for everyone’s attention. “I just wanted to thank all of you for coming out, and I also wanted to wish a very happy birthday to Steve himself, Steve if you’ll get up here.” Tony scanned the crowd but didn’t have to look long as a man began emerging from the crowd, people parting like the sea before him. This man, Steve, was truly a sight to see. His blond hair seemed to sit perfectly on his head and the blue shirt he had on was tight around his chest and arms. But it wasn’t him you were worried about, you were worried about the man behind him, the one who hadn’t texted you in a week. His hair was styled tonight, out of his face but still amazing. Your chest tightened when his eyes met yours, blue eyes widening before you pushed your way through the crowd towards the door. By the time Steve had made it on stage and had started speaking you were opening the door and stepping outside. The cool air wrapped around you and a shiver worked its way up your spine as you began walking down the street. You sent a quick text to Pepper saying you were making your way home and that you were fine.

               The streetlights gave a soft light to the street as you walked, your flats barely making any noise as you made your way to a nearby park. There was a swing-set in front of you and you made your way over to a swing and sat down, you set your purse on the ground and grabbed your phone. There was text from Pepper asking if you were okay, but you just marked it as read and shut your eyes as you began swinging. “Why has he had such an effect on me? I’ve only seen him a few times.” You grumbled to yourself and shook your head, trying your best not to think of Bucky. But all that came to your mind was how he looked the first day he met you and how his kisses tasted. The first had a hint of smoke probably from a cigarette he had smoked earlier, but the second had tasted like the strawberry shake the two of you had shared.

Your thoughts were cut short when you heard shuffling nearby, and you began scanning the playground, hoping to see who was approaching. You slowed the swing to a stop and grabbed your purse, reaching for your pepper spray when you saw him. The one man you were doing your best to avoid, the one who had you out here instead of having a good time with your friends at the party.  He was looking down at his feet, kicking up sand as he approached you. “Why are you here?” Bucky looked up, a baby blue button down tucked into a pair of black jeans, and he took his right hand out of his pocket, so he could brush his hair away from his face. “I know you probably don’t want to see me, especially after not texting you for a while…” He trailed off and leaned against a pole of the swing-set, stuffing his hands back into his pockets. “You’re right, I don’t want to see you. You’ve acted like you haven’t wanted to see me either, you don’t make any sense. You act like you want to see me again when we’re together but when it comes to getting together again you don’t even text back. I tried texting you, if you didn’t want to see me that’s fine, should’ve just said so.” You rolled your eyes and stood up from your swing and took a few steps back towards the street.

“Can you wait for just a moment, please? Let me explain myself, because I don’t want to lose you. And yeah, I know I haven’t really shown you that, but I didn’t text back because I’m scared.” You scoffed and continued walking, and you could hear Bucky shuffling behind you. “Look, I have never felt like this in this short of time before. The whole reason I walked up to you that first day is because I wanted so badly to talk to you, and I never thought you’d give me the time of day. And then you did, and you didn’t run away when I kissed you, and even better you shared a shake with me despite it only being our first date. You’re perfect for me, and you’re perfect in general. Sorry that I messed up so bad, and I know you need time, but I really want to try again. When you ran off from the party I knew I had to fix this, give me another chance, please. At least let me give you a ride home, and then if you don’t want to give me another chance that’s fine, I just don’t want you walking home in the dark.” His steps stopped following you and you stopped to slowly turn around. “Fine. But only because the streets are kind of scary at this time of night, plus Pepper would kill me again if I got killed out here. So, lead the way I guess.”

Long nights, daydreams, sugar and smoke rings, I’ve been a fool. But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you. Headlights, on me, racing to 60, I’ve been a fool, but strawberries and cigarettes always taste like blue eyes, black jeans, lighters and candy, I’ve been a fool. But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you.

               Once the two of you were in his car he looked at you, a cigarette in between his fingers, his eyebrows raised in question. A curt nod is all he needed before lighting it and taking a drag before pulling out of the parking lot. Smoke curled itself around his head before disappearing out of the window. He didn’t look at you again, his eyes turned steel towards the road, and his jaw was clenched in the moments the cigarette wasn’t on his lips. After each stop, it seemed like the second the light turned green he was already going 60. You huffed at the abruptness of it but kept your eyes trained out the window, watching the buildings fly by. With his reckless driving, you were home within minutes and quickly making your way out of his car. He finally looked at you as you stood about to close the door, his eyes shone with hope as you finally spoke. “Smoking causes cancer you know.”

               “Maybe this was a bad idea…” The idea floats by before you shake your head. You’re sitting in your car that’s parked beside the street, an apartment complex in front of you. Your hands are gripping the steering wheel, your car is idle, and the radio is softly playing Troye Sivan’s “Strawberries and Cigarettes”. “So many things could go wrong, what if he doesn’t feel the same? What if I’ve just been imagining the signs? I could make a fool out of myself.” A groan escapes your lips as you think of the man in question.

               James Buchanan Barnes. A man with a wild history and the man who had stolen your heart, but he didn’t know this, which is why you were currently beating yourself up outside of his apartment complex. You’d made the decision to tell him, all it took was a text saying that he wasn’t doing so well.        

               It’d been a couple weeks since you had last seen him but knowing that what he had said was true had you sitting here. You knew you had to tell him that you did care for him, and that you hadn’t texted because you were still upset. “Stop stalling, (Y/N). Just go in there and tell him, he deserves to know. He opened up to you completely and now he’s been sitting at home just overthinking like you were…what if I waited too long? What if he’s already made up his mind to move on?”

               You sigh and release the steering wheel, finally switching the car off and opening the door. “You never know if you don’t try.” A deep breath made its way through you and you locked your car, walking up to the front door of the apartment complex.

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My My My!

Bucky Barnes x gender neutral reader Fandom: Marvel (Captain America) Genre: Fluff Summary: Bucky is sick of you and him running away from each other Word count: 847 Y/N= Your Name Author’s Note: I wrote this for @flatbottomholland ‘s 14K writing challenge! This is inspired by the song My My My! by Troye Sivan. Congrats on 14K, I hope you enjoy this!

Prompt used: My My My! by Troye Sivan

It was the same feeling. The same feeling Bucky had when he had talked to you for the first time. The same feeling he had when he saw you again. He felt like your eyes were swallowing him, like he was drowning in a deep ocean, somewhere between the continents, far from the land. It was like a weight was crashing his ribs. The intense feeling of being struck by a lightning. The feeling of burning on the inside. A warm and comfortable, but also terrifying feeling, every time he saw you.

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First submission to the writing challenge (songs still open if you want to find my challenge just search Flatbottomhollandchallenge) And I LOVE IT!!! 😊

Steph, this is so good!! 😩(I now just want you to do every ABBA songs as fics!) - Rosalie🍑

take a chance on me - peter p.

pairings: peter p. x reader 

summary: based off of the song Take A Chance On Me by Abba 

warnings: none 

word count: at least 1,000

a/n: written for @flatbottomholland ‘s writing challenge! have two others based off this song too (because I low-key hate this) so… expect that later???? :) 

You mentally psyched yourself up as you finished lacing your sneakers, you eyes trained on the brown haired boy you had been searching for all day. You had practiced how to ask him this all day, you reminded yourself. 

You could do this. 

Jogging up to Peter as he begrudgingly ran along the track with the others in his gym class, you flashed him a bright smile, “Hi!” 

Jumping at your sudden enthusiasm, Peter had to catch himself as he tripped, barely retaining his standing position, “Jesus.”

Chuckling softly, you stopped besides him, maintaining your run in place, “No, it’s Y/N.” 

Flashing you a nervous smile, he nodded slightly, “Yeah, sorry, hi.”

“So… I was wondering, you know, if I you weren’t busy, maybe we could hang out on Friday?”

Hoping he’d get the hint that you were inviting him to be your date to this weekend’s homecoming, you carefully bounced from foot to foot. There were really only two ways this could wrong. For both, you had prepared an answer and even a way out of the situation.

But what Peter had said… it caught you completely off guard.

Frowning slightly, Peter shook his head lightly, his eyes roaming the field behind you as he spoke, “I wish I could, but it’s homecoming,” as you were about to interrupt, his eyes cut back to you, anxiety practically clear in his eyes, “Which, you know, I have a date for.” 

Trying your best to hide your disappointment, you nodded slowly, “Oh. Alright. Maybe I’ll see you there, then. And, if you change your mind… I’m the first in line, alright?” With a bold wink, you continued your running, leaving a very confused Peter alone in his spot, his hand running through his hair in frustration.

Your plan for the dance had been fairly simple. Show up. Look great. Show Peter what he missed out on. Have fun. 

Yet, the longer you spent watching him, the sadder you watched him get. His supposed date had abandoned him, never once standing with him since you had arrived. Not to mention the fact that he was practically wilting like a flower, leaning more and more into himself. 

Excusing yourself from your own friends, you made your way over to Peter, snagging a few snacks from the snack table in the process. “This seat taken?” 

Glancing up at you, Peter’s face broke into a grin, his head immediately nodding, “Yes.”

Quirking a brow slightly in amusement, you sighed, “It is?” 

Realizing the mistake he had just made, Peter’s ears turned a light shade of pink, “No, is what I meant. It’s not taken. And yes, you can sit here.”

Chuckling softly at him, you took him up on his offer, sitting down and offering him a cupcake, “I’m not sure if they’re good. Linda’s mom made them. Although, I didn’t really know that buying them from-” 

“I’m sorry.”  As Peter cut you off, you couldn’t help but stare at him in confusion, “What?”

Sighing lightly, he ran a hand through his hair, messing up the style he had earlier created but melting your heart non the less, “I’m sorry for saying no. You look like your having fun but I’m just apologizing for my stupidity because I really should’ve said yes since I’ve liked you for the longest time but see Megan asked me and I thought it was too late to back out but apparently no time is too late because she left me and-“ 

And with this, Peter jabbered onward, his lips opening and closing in the rapid spit fire of words he was expelling, his apology now growing to things you didn’t even know he had done.  

You could only watch with furrowed brows, a multitude of thoughts filling your brain; How is he talking so fast? How does he have so much to talk about? Why hasn’t he stopped to breathe?

As you pondered these things, you gnawed gently on your lower lip. You wanted to tell him to shut up. You did. 

But he just looked so cute. And he just seemed so… sad. You couldn’t bear to make it worse. Upsetting him was the last thing you wanted to do but… he had been going on and on now for what felt like hours. 

With a hopeful intake of breath, you watched as he finally stopped talking… and then started again. With a sigh, you realized he unambiguously paused for air; not stopped because he was done. 

You had to do something, you concluded. You simply could not let this go on any longer. With a new resolve and a rush of confidence, you leaned forward and captured his lips with your own. 

His body was momentarily frozen in shock, before he quickly responded to the kiss by cupping your cheek gently and humming contently into your mouth.

 With a grin you carded your fingers through his hair, completely comfortable with the fact that his hair would never return to its original styled state. Only after you were sure he would stay quiet, and you had had enough, did you pulled away with a mischievous grin on your lips. 

You watched as his expression shifted from that of joy, to shock, and finally confusion. “What… why did you do that?”

With a grin, you shrugged, “Because I like you too. Even when you dramatically rant.”

Smiling slightly, Peter nodded, “Do you think we could have a fresh start? Me ask you to the dance this time? You, hopefully, accept?”

You nodded excitedly, watching as he stood up and extended a hand, “Y/N Y/L/N, will you be my official date to this dance?” 

As you took his head and allowed him to pull you up, you planted a kiss on his cheek with a smile, “Of course. Lucky for you, honey, I’m still free.”

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Because I Had You (2/3) - Steve Rogers x Reader

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A/N: Yay! And here is the second part to the ‘Because I Had You’ short series! Once again, thank you @flatbottomholland for letting me be part your writing challenge! The third and final part will be uploaded on Tuesday 10 PM (AEST). Let me know if you want to be tagged in the last part!

Permanent tag list: @glorious-fandoms, @rousetta, @fuckyourgondola Steve Rogers tag list: @alepowell Series tag list: @i-just-wanna-live-gc Disclaimer: **All characters besides Reader, belongs to Marvel (MCU)**

Word count: 1,287

Pairing: (Partly pre-serum Steve) Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

MCU Characters: Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter, Bucky Barnes (mentioned) 

Rating: General

Warnings: Light angst

Summery: Steve leaves, but then he comes back on his tour, however things have changed between the two of you.

Part 1

You and Steve had to say goodbye, and at first you were so happy for him but now, not so much. Call it selfish, but you were losing both your best friends; some of the only people that actually cared about you. But more than that, you weren’t going to see the love of your life for so long. You loved him and it was clear to Bucky, just not Steve.

‘Got everything?’ You asked just before he left. He nodded,

‘Yeah. I can’t believe this is actually happening!’ He said with a big smile. You quickly pulled him into a tight hug and buried your face in the crook of his neck afraid that the tears would fall in front of him. You just hadn’t noticed the tears that had slipped down your cheeks and onto Steve. ‘Hey, what’s wrong?’ He asked you brushing a hand through your hair.

‘I’m losing Bucky and you Steve. I’m happy for you, but it’s hard.’ You saw tears form in his eyes too.

‘You’re not losing me doll, I’ll be back.’ He reassured you. He rarely ever called you ‘doll’ so it warmed your heart that he chose to use it now. You pulled away from him wiping your cheeks. ‘C’mon Y/N, please don’t cry. Smile! Let your smile be the last thing I see before I leave.’ You let out a teary laugh. ‘There’s the smile I love!’ He says smiling back at you.

‘Okay, you have to go! You’re going to do amazing Steve! Make this country proud!’ You pump a fist in the air for added effect causing the both of you to laugh. ‘Also, I want to give you this, so you can remember me even when you’re gone and I can’t physically be with you.’ You took off the locket you always wore around your neck and handed it to him.

‘Y/N, I can’t take this. It was the last thing your mother gave you before she passed.’ You shrugged.

‘She gave it to me so I could remember her, now I want to give it to you so you can remember me. Just, don’t wear it.’ You chuckled. He smiled gratefully and opened it. Inside held two small photographs. One of you, Bucky and Steve the first time you went to the carnival together and the other of just you and Steve hugging. Bucky took that one day when you all went for a picnic. Bucky brought along one of the girls he had picked up at the bar the night before, so you basically only talked to Steve that day.

‘Thank you so much Y/N.’

‘Steven Grant Rogers?’ A man called out.

‘I’ve gotta go. Bye Y/N.’ He hugged you once more before rushing away.

‘I love you.’ You whispered.

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A Millions Reasons

Pairing: Alex Danvers x Female!Reader

Words: 1,955

Summary: You’re sick and tired of Alex’s mind games. One day she has you thinking that you’re the only person in your heart and then the next, it’s like she doesn’t even know you. You love her, but you aren’t sure how much more of this you can take. Based on ‘Million Reasons’ by Lady Gaga

Warnings: Angst, Briefly Implied Smut, Insecurities, Crying, Wlw

A/N: This is my entry for @flatbottomholland ‘s writing challenge! I hope you all enjoy this! This broke my heart, I love Alex so much. This is so bad I’m so sorry. It really turn out I envisioned it to be.

Walking into the DEO, you had tried to make the best out of today. You woke up 30 minutes late, your clothes weren’t dry, and you weren’t having a good hair day by any means. You just wanted a fresh clean start.

A chorus of “Y/N, you’re late” and “What happened” rang through your ears as you walked up to Winn’s desk.

“Hey.” You rang out and ran a hand through your hair. Winn turned around and waved quickly.

“Hey! I thought you were staying home today, it’s like an hour after you were supposed to be in.”

“Yeah I know,” you sat in the chair next to him. “Not a good day today.”

Winn shrugged and didn’t press any further. He turned back to his computer, you following suit.

Out of your right ear, you heard laughter that you would immediately recognize anywhere. Your girlfriend, Alex. You turned your head to look at her, only to regret it a moment later.

Alex was talking to Maggie, way to close for your liking. You had no idea what they were laughing about and you didn’t care. This was a constant cycle with Alex, she’d only acknowledge your presence when you were at home, but when you were in public places, it was like she didn't’ even know you.

You were pretty sure that you weren’t losing your mind. Your dignity– a strong maybe– but you were almost positive that your mind was intact.

So, you had no idea why you continued to let Alex toss your heart around like a forgotten rag doll, when you knew you could do so much better. You didn’t deserve to have your emotions played, to be treated like a queen one day and complete shit the next.

You loved Alex, that much was obvious. It was very clear that you would do anything for her. She had your whole heart, and you thought that you had hers.

But clearly, you were wrong.

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💕this is soo good. I haven’t read much Alex stuff, but I love this.

Thank you for participating in my challenge. Guys seriously check this blog out, amazing writing- Rosalie🍑

A Millions Reasons

Pairing: Alex Danvers x Female!Reader

Words: 1,955

Summary: You’re sick and tired of Alex’s mind games. One day she has you thinking that you’re the only person in your heart and then the next, it’s like she doesn’t even know you. You love her, but you aren’t sure how much more of this you can take. Based on ‘Million Reasons’ by Lady Gaga

Warnings: Angst, Briefly Implied Smut, Insecurities, Crying, Wlw

A/N: This is my entry for @flatbottomholland ‘s writing challenge! I hope you all enjoy this! This broke my heart, I love Alex so much. This is so bad I’m so sorry. It really turn out I envisioned it to be.

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Walking into the DEO, you had tried to make the best out of today. You woke up 30 minutes late, your clothes weren’t dry, and you weren’t having a good hair day by any means. You just wanted a fresh clean start.

A chorus of “Y/N, you’re late” and “What happened” rang through your ears as you walked up to Winn’s desk.

“Hey.” You rang out and ran a hand through your hair. Winn turned around and waved quickly.

“Hey! I thought you were staying home today, it’s like an hour after you were supposed to be in.”

“Yeah I know,” you sat in the chair next to him. “Not a good day today.”

Winn shrugged and didn’t press any further. He turned back to his computer, you following suit.

Out of your right ear, you heard laughter that you would immediately recognize anywhere. Your girlfriend, Alex. You turned your head to look at her, only to regret it a moment later.

Alex was talking to Maggie, way to close for your liking. You had no idea what they were laughing about and you didn’t care. This was a constant cycle with Alex, she’d only acknowledge your presence when you were at home, but when you were in public places, it was like she didn't’ even know you.

You were pretty sure that you weren’t losing your mind. Your dignity– a strong maybe– but you were almost positive that your mind was intact.

So, you had no idea why you continued to let Alex toss your heart around like a forgotten rag doll, when you knew you could do so much better. You didn’t deserve to have your emotions played, to be treated like a queen one day and complete shit the next.

You loved Alex, that much was obvious. It was very clear that you would do anything for her. She had your whole heart, and you thought that you had hers.

But clearly, you were wrong.

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Ummm, @chantelle-x0x , wtf!!! My heart hurts.

That ending isn’t what I expected (but I loved it), I am just... this has been amazing!! I love this, I love you. I am so happy you asked to participate, I’m so happy we’re talking. You’re an amazing writer, super talented. - Rosalie🍑

Because I Had You (3/3) - Steve Rogers x Reader

Masterlist

A/N: It’s finally here! The angstiest part of them all! Thank you so so much @flatbottomholland for letting me get involved in your writing challenge! I had so much fun writing all three parts, this part especially! The lyrics from the song ‘Because I Had You’ were changed a little because reader is female so it just made a little more sense for this fic. Check that song out!

Permanent tag list: @glorious-fandoms, @rousetta, @fuckyourgondola Steve Rogers tag list: @alepowell, @kaitlynw011 Series tag list: @i-just-wanna-live-gc

Disclaimer: **All characters besides Reader, belongs to Marvel (MCU)**

Word count: 1,422

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader, Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter

MCU Characters: Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter, Bucky Barnes (mentioned)

Rating: General

Warnings: Sexual intentions at the end. Nothing descriptive though. Just a mention. Still very clean fic though :) Angst!

Summery: You decide to confront Steve about the distance, but that may have been the wrong move.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

You went to bed that night with a really hurt feeling. Steve moved on, well technically you were never together so it wasn’t as if he really had moved on, it just really hurt you. You were in bed and thinking about the biggest regret you held; getting Steve to leave. Getting Steve to pursue his dream. It was such a selfish regret, but you wanted him and only him. You thought you knew what you wanted for Steve, for him to be happy because that’s what made you happy, and now he was happy however, it wasn’t making you happy. He was being distant and it hurt so much. Almost like he took out your heart and ripped it apart with his new found super strength.

Peggy Carter was a fabulous woman. Apparently people knew who she was. She was a strong and independent person. She was driven and smart, so intelligent is was beyond your belief. Above all else though, the thoughts that spun in your head formed round the fact that she was everything you weren’t. Tall, amazing posture, hair that had not one strand out of place. She was just all out stunning. She didn’t even have to try. Steve saw it all too, that’s why he was in love with her. It was clear he was happy with her around and maybe he just didn’t need you there anymore.

You finally managed to find sleep even with all the racing thoughts in your head. You got out of the house earlier than you usually do, but it was to see Steve off. To move on, you needed to say goodbye. It wasn’t only a physical goodbye that you needed, but an emotional one. You needed to say goodbye to all the pent up emotions and feelings. Things he should never know about. Moving on meant taking risks, which wasn’t your forte but it was worth it if it meant giving Steve the life he deserved.

You arrived at the station since you heard that they’d be taking a train to the next stop, thanking your lucky stars, Steve was there, alone. ‘Hey.’ You said cooly. Steve smiled at you and walked over to meet you in the middle.

‘What are you doing here?’ He asked wrapping you in a hug. If only he knew what that hug meant for you.

You pulled away from the hug and looked him in the eyes, you were cursing the tears that had already started to form. ‘I came to say goodbye.’ The crack in your voice didn’t go unnoticed by Steve. You pulled you by the arm to sit on the seat next to him in the station.

‘Y/N, you know this isn’t goodbye right? I’ll be back and so will Buck.’ He smiled at the thought. Your heart swelled at the thought of it being like old times. ‘Maybe Peggy can join us. Of course only if she wanted to.’ And your heart cracked.

‘Yeah, of course. I must ask, does Bucky even ask about me?’ You wanted to change that subject to anything else.

‘Yeah! I mean, not lately since we stopped the whole sending letters thing, but when we were doing it, every time I got one he asked how you were doing without us.’ You both chuckled. Bucky may have been Steve’s best friend, but you’d be damned if he didn’t care just as much about you. This is how it was before Peggy. You could talk without hesitation, and it just rolled. Words rolled from your tongue and it was just easy. Unfortunately, just as things turned slightly normal, the woman herself came out onto the platform.

‘The train is delayed. We’ll be here for at least another hour.’ She said with a slight annoyance to her tone.

‘Do they know why?’ Steve asked standing up to be next to her.

‘Repairs.’ She huffed. ‘I’m going to see if I can find another station close by that has a different train running. Can’t have Captain America late to a show.’ She teased with a smirk before leaving.

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Oh I am sooooo damn angry with Steve 😭

Because I Had You (3/3) - Steve Rogers x Reader

Masterlist

A/N: It’s finally here! The angstiest part of them all! Thank you so so much @flatbottomholland for letting me get involved in your writing challenge! I had so much fun writing all three parts, this part especially! The lyrics from the song ‘Because I Had You’ were changed a little because reader is female so it just made a little more sense for this fic. Check that song out!

Permanent tag list: @glorious-fandoms, @rousetta, @fuckyourgondola Steve Rogers tag list: @alepowell, @kaitlynw011 Series tag list: @i-just-wanna-live-gc

Disclaimer: **All characters besides Reader, belongs to Marvel (MCU)**

Word count: 1,422

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader, Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter

MCU Characters: Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter, Bucky Barnes (mentioned)

Rating: General

Warnings: Sexual intentions at the end. Nothing descriptive though. Just a mention. Still very clean fic though :) Angst!

Summery: You decide to confront Steve about the distance, but that may have been the wrong move.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

You went to bed that night with a really hurt feeling. Steve moved on, well technically you were never together so it wasn’t as if he really had moved on, it just really hurt you. You were in bed and thinking about the biggest regret you held; getting Steve to leave. Getting Steve to pursue his dream. It was such a selfish regret, but you wanted him and only him. You thought you knew what you wanted for Steve, for him to be happy because that’s what made you happy, and now he was happy however, it wasn’t making you happy. He was being distant and it hurt so much. Almost like he took out your heart and ripped it apart with his new found super strength.

Peggy Carter was a fabulous woman. Apparently people knew who she was. She was a strong and independent person. She was driven and smart, so intelligent is was beyond your belief. Above all else though, the thoughts that spun in your head formed round the fact that she was everything you weren’t. Tall, amazing posture, hair that had not one strand out of place. She was just all out stunning. She didn’t even have to try. Steve saw it all too, that’s why he was in love with her. It was clear he was happy with her around and maybe he just didn’t need you there anymore.

You finally managed to find sleep even with all the racing thoughts in your head. You got out of the house earlier than you usually do, but it was to see Steve off. To move on, you needed to say goodbye. It wasn’t only a physical goodbye that you needed, but an emotional one. You needed to say goodbye to all the pent up emotions and feelings. Things he should never know about. Moving on meant taking risks, which wasn’t your forte but it was worth it if it meant giving Steve the life he deserved.

You arrived at the station since you heard that they’d be taking a train to the next stop, thanking your lucky stars, Steve was there, alone. ‘Hey.’ You said cooly. Steve smiled at you and walked over to meet you in the middle.

‘What are you doing here?’ He asked wrapping you in a hug. If only he knew what that hug meant for you.

You pulled away from the hug and looked him in the eyes, you were cursing the tears that had already started to form. ‘I came to say goodbye.’ The crack in your voice didn’t go unnoticed by Steve. You pulled you by the arm to sit on the seat next to him in the station.

‘Y/N, you know this isn’t goodbye right? I’ll be back and so will Buck.’ He smiled at the thought. Your heart swelled at the thought of it being like old times. ‘Maybe Peggy can join us. Of course only if she wanted to.’ And your heart cracked.

‘Yeah, of course. I must ask, does Bucky even ask about me?’ You wanted to change that subject to anything else.

‘Yeah! I mean, not lately since we stopped the whole sending letters thing, but when we were doing it, every time I got one he asked how you were doing without us.’ You both chuckled. Bucky may have been Steve’s best friend, but you’d be damned if he didn’t care just as much about you. This is how it was before Peggy. You could talk without hesitation, and it just rolled. Words rolled from your tongue and it was just easy. Unfortunately, just as things turned slightly normal, the woman herself came out onto the platform.

‘The train is delayed. We’ll be here for at least another hour.’ She said with a slight annoyance to her tone.

‘Do they know why?’ Steve asked standing up to be next to her.

‘Repairs.’ She huffed. ‘I’m going to see if I can find another station close by that has a different train running. Can’t have Captain America late to a show.’ She teased with a smirk before leaving.

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