#i also spent toooo long making the ring pictured line up.

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(cross posting from my main because uh. not everyone needs to know my main)

possible tw for fake blood (drawn) and slight glitchyness(?)

fourth slide is mason yes.

i uh. actually dont know if im properly done but. its not like i show my like. um

proper?????? art on this acc anyways.

uh, feel free to not believe the whole lopt killing mason thing.

i dont really know why i made it in the first place lmao

(i absolutely do. i was being edgy and went “hey! i can traumatize charaters!” and did. for better or worse idk 🤷)

uh. sorry for rambling on smth that isnt main.

this feels kinda awkward and idk why

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Sweet on You

So this is mostly based off of a dream I had the other day. It is my first piece of writing that I’m publishing so I’m sorry if it isn’t amazing. I was inspired tremendously by Kaytizzle and if you haven’t read her amazing stuff I don’t know what you’re doing with your life! I don’t know how long it will be, I’m still trying to figure all of it out. 

It will be in a Y/N format and is slight AU from the timeline. I’m not choosing to ignore Endgame...but I’m choosing to ignore most of Endgame. Because I refuse to accept the pain! I don’t have a beta so all the errors are my own!

Pairings: Steve Rogers x FemaleReader (Y/N)

Summary: You’ve been working with the Avengers for a little over two years and one night you receive a late night phone call that scares the hell out of you! 

Words: 1,669 (Yikes!)

Rating: PG 13 (For the Language)

Warnings: Language (cursing), sad feels. It’s mostly fluff until at some point my brain comes up with some plot moving monster. Thanks for reading! Tagging @kaytizzle because she asked and I don’t think I could ever say no to her.

 Sweet on you

Part One: The Phone Call

12:00 Am.

It started as a buzzing sound. The vibration barely caused your phone to move on your nightstand as the screen lit up a small section of your darkened room. You didn’t even stir from your slumber as the phone continued, sound asleep and dead to the world on this now Wednesday morning. But that only lasted three to five seconds before the ring tone came blaring through your  consciousness.

You were jolted awake at the sound of a “Red Alert” from Star Trek playing from the phone’s speaker at the loudest possible volume. Mumbling a long strand of curses and insults at the mystery caller you reached your arm onto your nightstand. You pulled your phone to your face after blindly grabbing it, and you felt your face pale as your eyes focused onto the blue eyes of the contact picture.

Steve Rogers. Captain America.

The Avengers had been away at a mission in Florida for the past week and a half. You didn’t have all the details about the giant drug ring they had gone down to break up but what you did know is your employer, Pepper Potts was NOT happy about it. At all. But she was also currently almost seven months pregnant with Tony Stark’s child, so you could understand why she was on edge. You quickly pressed the green button and accepted the call, your fingers shaking as you brought the phone to your ear.

“Rogers? Are you alright? Is everyone alright? What’s going on you never call me like this.” Your voice was panicked and rough, fear coursing through your veins.

“Y/N? Put me on speaker I’m afraid we might lose reception.”

His voice was calm but filled with authority as you jammed your index finger onto the speaker function, nodding as if he could see you.

“Alright we’re good. Now what...” You were cut off by what sounded to be a lot of hushed tones and counting before your ears were subjected to the most horrid sound you could ever think to hear at midnight.

Singing. Very awful, and out of tune singing.

“Happy birthday toooo yooou,”

You groaned into the phone before grabbing the pillow to your left and shoving it over your ears in poor hopes of drowning out the infernal noise, dropping the device onto your bed as the team continued to sing to you. Today was your thirtieth birthday. You had spent the past week trying to forget it was coming but oh no, not on your friend’s watch. You wondered if it was possible to gouge your own ears out. It would make dealing with Sam and Bucky banter a whole hell of a lot easier.

“Happy birthday dear Y/N! Happy birthday to youuuu.”

“And maaany mooore...” You failed to suppress a giggle as Sam’s loud baritone rang over the rest of the group before they erupted in cheers and hollers.

“You are all assholes! I was trying to sleep! Do you have any idea what it’s been like working for Pepper while you’ve been away? She’s trying to kill me!”

“Oh chill out Y/N we only wanted to be the first ones to call ya.” Sam called out, you sitting up in your bed and pulling your legs to your chest.

“Yea Y/N at least you’re not in my shoes. Could always be a lot worse, remember that.” Tony’s sass was always something you looked forward to, even if his wife was an absolute nightmare in her current condition.

“Considering you’re the one that put her in this position Tony I think you deserve to be public enemy number one.” You quipped and heard a rousing chorus of laughter from everyone on the Quinjet. Well, everyone but Tony.

“Well we were going to name the kid after you Y/N but now that will have to change. You know we have lots of other real family and friends that would kill for that honor.” You scoffed, shaking your head knowing full well he had a well placed pout on his face.

“Yea like Pepper’s weird uncle.” You heard Natasha mutter near the phone and nearly barked out a laugh in response.

“Listen Sweetheart we’re getting off track here.” Steve cut in and you felt the energy of the conversation shift. His tone was serious, commanding, and yet the sincerity was something you never could hear enough of from him. You had been sweet on him for a few months now and hearing him call you Sweetheart always managed to give you goose bumps. You loved hearing it, even if he didn’t mean it in the way you secretly hoped he did.

“We just wanted to wish you a Happy Birthday. We know your parents haven’t always been the best and we wanted to be here for you. Thirty is a great number and you’re an amazing person. You deserve a life with people who love you. We’re lucky you picked us.”

Your heart stopped for a beat as he took a breath, the rumble of the Quinjet landing giving you some peace of mind before wandering to what he had said.

People who love you.

Your life hadn’t always been so full of laughter and love. Growing up had been exceedingly difficult, your parents always away on business as lawyers and extremely cold when they were home.

At your high school graduation, when you told them you wanted to go into the administrative field and not the “Family Business” suddenly your “supportive” family became strangers. You fought the whole week you packed for college in New York, far away from California and your controlling parents. Your mom and dad were furious over it, and vowed to cut you out if you went through with your chosen career.

You graduated college with a major in marketing and a minor in business with honors on a full ride scholarship. Your parents didn’t bother showing up, just simply sent you a cold letter explaining your removal from their will and family. To say you were a mess was putting it lightly. You focused your rage into your career right out of the gate, jumping into the field less than month after you graduated. It didn’t take long before you started as an intern with Stark Enterprises, then moving up the ladder to work directly underneath Pepper. After six months there you were moved to The Tower and received the amazing opportunity to work exclusively with The Avengers.

Two years later and you couldn’t be happier. It didn’t take the team long to warm up to you, and now you considered them to be your chosen family. Between missions you found yourself grabbing coffee with Nat and Sam. You help Thor and Cap train, while also helping them adapt to the modern world. They nearly kill you with their five am jogs but they always treat you to pancakes afterwards. Also there is the big bonus of you getting to stare at Thor and Captain America while they’re sweaty. It’s a win-win. Recently you all decided to get together once a month and have a movie and board game night. It’s always tons of fun and your face always ends up hurting from all the smiles and laughing.

But still after all that you couldn’t help but feel a little somber, this birthday marking the eleventh one without your mom and dad.

“Y/N?”

Steve’s gentle tone made you blink back into the present, forgetting temporarily about the conversation at hand. You quickly moved your finger to take the phone off speaker and held it back to your ear.

“Yea sorry, ya lost me for a minute. What were you saying?”

“I was saying that we just finished landing back at the Tower and we’re going to get some shut eye but don’t worry, we will all be there at eight o’clock sharp for the meeting with Pepper.”

“Good, cause I’m looking forward to my annual Captain Rogers birthday hug.” Oh that sounded creepy. Shit. You tried to calm down, secretly super happy that he couldn’t see the blush spreading across your face. You couldn’t help but smile, it widening as you heard him chuckle; a deep sound from within his chest that always managed to make you feel a little light headed. Is that what they meant when they said “To swoon”?

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world Y/N.”

Damn your heart could have melted into a puddle at that very moment. Seriously he was going to give you a cavity from being so sweet. What was worse is he was always like this. You weren’t complaining but it was hard to try to get a read on him sometimes.

You exchanged goodbyes with everyone else before hearing them leave the jet, glancing down at your phone and looking at the time. Nearly one am. Holy shit you were going to need a caffeine I.V to make it through tomorrow. And you still had to bake scones and muffins for everyone. And grab coffee. And make yourself look presentable for the meeting. You sighed, forgetting Steve was still on the line.

“Alright Doll I’m going to let you get some more sleep. Happy birthday again, I’ll see you soon.”

“Goodnight Steve, thank you. I really do appreciate it.”

“Not a problem! Anything for my best girl! Goodnight.”

The call ended and you looked down at your phone in shock. His best girl? What the hell was that supposed to mean? You sat the phone back on the nightstand and plugged it into the charger before resuming your position from earlier, facing the wall and staring into the dark room. Except now you were wide awake and mulling over the conversation in your head. There was no way on god’s green earth that Captain Steve Rogers thought of you as anything more than a friend. Right? 

One thing was for absolutely certain. Maybe thirty wasn’t going to be so bad after all.