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Tough Break

Warnings: strong language, some mentions of fire/death (child loss & suicide)/injuries/hospitalization, angst, a lot more fluff, period cramps (aka bleeding/blood)

Summary: After a particularly bad month at the hospital, you want nothing more than to let it all out.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

A/N: This was a lovely and cute ask from a user on Wattpad. This really broke through my thoughts and helped me gain more motivation to write again! Anyway, enjoy this one because he’s a golden retriever.

"There's been a fire—"

You dragged your feet down the hall, lifting your head up and tugging your clipboard to your chest. Your heart felt heavier and the more you tried to tune out of your surroundings, the more you focused on the little details that made your heart ache.

"—accident—"

White and green blurred around you, shifting into the background noise as the little sounds made their way to the front. Little whispers of sweet nothings and the hushed promises of feeling better. The cries of a newborn and the cries of a broken heart. A gut-wrenching scream of a mother and another cry.

"—girl around five years—"

Your breath hitched in your throat and your heart tore out of its place into your stomach. You felt the flutters of a shiver, clogging your lungs and making you rush your feet through the maze of plain white halls. You slipped into the room, hoping it was quiet and isolated.

"What should we—"

You wiped your face, trying to clear it of the tears before you went back out into the hallway. Your heart was still lodged into your throat and you felt your sudden urge for a hug grow by times two. You clutched your pen and clipboard, huffing out a breath and repeating an inhale-exhale exercise that your therapist had recommended when your anxiety attacks were brought up.

"I'll break the news to—"

You grabbed the knob and turned it, hoping for no one to notice your distressed state. You put your head down and tried to count to hundred. Hundred steps until your office and then you could hide up there until you were done your paperwork. Once you were done that, you could go home and freshen up and have a little nice conversation.

"Y/N?" You looked up in mock surprise at Keira, her greying hair pulled back into a ponytail and her glasses on the top of her nose. She pushed them up and looked you over once, shaking and sighing once she had accessed you.

There was no way you would get to your office now. Knowing Keira, she probably saw right through that mask you had on for your overwhelming emotions. She knew about the calls and the fire and the accident. She knew about the death and toll it took on you.

"Go home," she said sternly, her voice shaking when she continued, "you've been here long enough today and yesterday. You can't overwork yourself on my watch. Go home."

"But—"

"No, Y/N," she cut in sharply, eyeing another one of the coworkers as she tried to pry into the conversation. "You're working overtime. Go home."

With that final statement, she walked off and tapped away on her tablet—sending out a new schedule that doesn't have your name on it, no doubt about that. If she ever saw you overexert yourself again, to the brink of fainting, she would personally put you in bed rest.

You were glad for her care and damn thankful she did send you home that day.

Once you had gotten back home, you showered and then saw the trail of blood mix in with water. You should have known with the slight cramping and headaches you were getting, but you had blamed it on work, on the bad days at hospital.

You loved your job, you really did, but it was complete chaos sometimes. One life after the next and sometimes that meant you had to be the one breaking the news. That, out of all the people in the world, your person was taken out of it. Most of those announcements left the families and friends in despair, others couldn't process it, barely managing to nod and form a sentence.

These past few weeks had been hectic. There was a fire early on in the month, one that set the building ablaze with people still inside. A few made it out with injuries, a few were hospitalized before dying, and a few were already dead. Later it was a freak accident, icy roads that made a bus loose control and crashed into another vehicle. Most cars were wrecked and most people injured. A few days ago, it was a little girl caught amiss in a blizzard and froze her to death. Today it was a teenager who took his own life and you had to break the news to his parents.

You sighed in relief when you shrugged on an oversized sweater.

It wasn't yours, but it felt like home to you. As if his arms were wrapped around you and his head was resting against your neck. The soft material of the sweater still smelled like him, but you decided it wasn't enough. You grabbed his cologne and sprayed it, sniffing slightly when you felt the mist hit your neck.

You went ahead and microwaved some leftover lasagna from last night before settling down on the couch.

The apartment felt too big for you. Too big and too lonely. You stabbed into your food and took a bite. The remote was far from your reach, sitting on the fireplace underneath the TV. You figured it was for the best since the dull throbbing in your head was turning into a splitting headache.

The door at the front open and closed when you finally put your plate down on the coffee table set in the middle of the living room. Timid footsteps made their way through the hallway, a light flicking on behind you and you turned your head.

"Hey, sweetheart," Steve said, grinning. It faltered on his face and you felt your throat burning. He looked alright, your eyes skimming over his body once quickly.

His eyes flicked over your face once and then twice before he sighed and smiled sadly. He made his way around the couch and sat down beside you, flinging a leg behind you and holding out his arms for you.

"Hi," you whispered before melting into his arms. You rested your head on his shoulder, kissing the curve of his neck and wrapping your arms around his waist. He dropped a kiss on your hair and tightened his arms around you when you hissed at a particularly harsh cramp.

"Wanna talk about it, sweetheart?" He trailed a hand up and down your spine, fingers pressing into your lower back.

"I—" your voice cracked and the feelings that you had locked up while keeping yourself busy finally made an appearance. Sobs racked through your body, Steve's hand coming up to wipe the tears on your cheeks while the other one continued to work its magic on your lower back.

"It's alright, Y/N," Steve said, his cheek resting against your hair. "I'm right here."

"I'm sorry—"

"It's okay, sweetheart. You're allowed to have emotions, especially with the things you see. I know how hard it can be, okay? You never have to apologize for things like this. Ever. You're allowed to be sad. You're allowed to be angry. It's okay to show me those feelings of yours."

Steve was all too familiar with this type of pain. He could tell you were overwhelmed the second he saw the slight pinch of your eyebrows and tense shoulders. He could have chalked it up to being your time of the month—he had started remembering your cycle once you both had become more serious about your relationship—but your eyes had swept up his body too quickly.

As if you were afraid to see cuts and bruises on his body.

"I know," you mumbled, lifting your face to capture his gaze. You felt your cheeks burn with the way his baby blue eyes were filled with concern and worry. You choked on a sob again and fell back into a crying fit.

Steve tangled his hand into your hair and gently pushed your head to his chest and said "Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that."

You slowly calmed down, cries dying down to sniffles and then your heartbeat was almost in sync with his. After a few minutes of silence, you contemplating how to tell him what happened and him wondering how he could make you feel better, he broke the silence.

"Wanna talk about it?" He offered, fingers massaging your scalp as a gesture for you to look at him. You did and shook your head.

"Not right now." Your voice was low and raspy, eyes rimmed red and nose blocked. Steve reached over for a tissue and handed it over to you. Once you blew your nose and crumpled the tissue in your hand, he spoke again.

"Try and get some rest then, sweetheart." His arms tightened around your waist, shuffling down slightly so that the two of you were laid down on the couch. You were laying half on top of him, an arm and a leg thrown over him.

"But what about you?" You furrowed your eyebrows, glancing up at him and catching his eyes on you already.

"What about me, sweetheart?" He watched your eyelids droop shut for a moment too long. You had overworked yourself this week again and he had noticed it this time around.

"The couch is too—" you yawned— "too small for your body."

"Go to sleep, Y/N."

You hesitated, eyes lingering on his.

"I'll wake you up when I feel like going to bed, okay?" You both knew that was a lie. Steve hated waking you up after you had fallen asleep. You hated waking him up too, especially when he came back from a tough mission.

"Okay." You were too tired to argue, knowing you should have, but Steve was stubborn when he wanted to be.

"Goodnight, sweetheart."

Steve would have never gotten the chance to wake you up anyway, having fallen asleep with his arms around your waist and feeling more content with your warmth engulfing him. The only thoughts that crossed his mind were of how he was going to make the rest of the week better for you. Starting with cuddles, a decent breakfast, and some of your favourite movies and TV shows, he would show you how much you meant to him.

The ring in his pocket would came out later when you would be busy staring at the stars while he would be staring at you as if you hung them there in the first place.

For now, he was more than happy to be here for you.

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Fight With Me

Warnings: angst, fluff, sexual themes (nothing graphic), not edited

Summary: You want Steve to fight with you, for you, but he doesn’t have the same thoughts.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

A/N: I’m more active on Wattpad at the moment because it’s just more portable for writing right now. My laptop is being used for school only since I’m starting fresh at uni again. This is written with a new sort of writing style I tried out at this creative writing club I joined. Anyway, enjoy this!

Steve never asked you for much.

He always stood against the counter during any meal times, letting you rummage through cabinets and the refrigerator to see what you wanted to make and eat. He followed you around when you two were out shopping, letting you pull out shirts, put them against his chest, and then choose whether or not he was going to buy it. He would sit down whenever you asked him to, stand if you ever needed him to, and lay down beside you when you had a long day.

If you ever asked him for any advice, he would shrug and grin, saying you were better off deciding.

You usually frowned nowadays, wondering why he never put forth his own two cents. You were willing to listen, you had never shut anyone down before. So it confused you to no length when he never put his thoughts out on display for you.

"What's that frown for?" Steve asked, glancing over at you from where he was cutting the green peppers.

You shook your head and turned away, unable to stomach Steve's closed responses anymore. It had gotten to a point where you were beginning to think he was never in this relationship to begin with. That this relationship meant nothing and he was just here to past the time. And who were you to just turn up dating someone as kind and handsome and caring and popular as Steve fucking Rogers.

He was Captain America for fuck's sake.

He had woman lining up behind him, begging for just one chance with America's golden boy. And here you were with that one chance, hoping and praying to whatever god you decided to believe in that he wasn't in love with you. Not like this. Not if he was going to let you make every single decision. Not if he wasn't even going to fight for you if you made a bad choice.

"Y/N?" Steve tried, voice full of concern and worry.

You two had never fought. Not even once. Just because you were the one making all the verdicts. There was never an argument from him after you made a choice. He just accepted it and went on with his life as if it never effected him. As if your opinion was all he ever wanted.

That was true. It couldn't be true, you knew that.

You saw the way he hid his grimace when he bit into a dish he didn't quite like as much as you. He hid it well, but he had his little giveaways; the way his mouth quirked slightly, or the way his left eye twitched, or the way his leg started bouncing. He would rarely wear the salmon-coloured shirt—the one you never liked either and got for him anyway, hoping to engage him in an argument. It didn't work. He took it in and housed it, thanking you and giving you compliments on your style.

Your frown deepened.

"Y/N?" Steve was standing beside you then, looking at you with the same concern that was laced into his voice. "Are you okay?"

"Yep," you replied, popping the 'p' and then muttering, "as much as I can be."

"What d'you mean, love?" Steve's eyebrows furrowed and you said nothing, mentally cursing his super-hearing. You moved backwards to where Steve was and grabbed the cutting board with the cut green papers on them. You poured them into the sauce and ignored Steve's pursed lips.

"Did I do something?" Steve grabbed your elbow gently when you started to move away from him again.

"No, you didn't do anything and that's the problem," you finally answered, tone a bit snappy and harsh, but you were too into your head to notice it. Steve let your elbow go, his blue eyes firmly locking you in place when he caught your eyes.

"What—didn't do—I'm so confused, love." Steve's jumbled words and your jumbled thoughts made you want to cry.

"Why don't you ever say anything?"

"I do—"

"No, you don't." That was a final tone. There was no need for a further explanation, but you had this pent up rant and frustration that you gave him the explanation. "You let me choose everything for you, Steve. Your clothes, your shoes, your food, EVERYTHING! You don't choose anything and you what? I'm sick of it! It makes me sick to think I'm controlling your every little thing! It makes me sick to look at you in the eyes and tell you that I wanna eat this or that and you agree to it! Without saying anything in return!

"I could be asking for brussel sprouts and you would say okay even though I know you hate it! You hate that shirt I chose out and said sure I'll wear it as if it doesn't matter what you think to me! I care about what you think! About what you want! About whatever you think! I care! But you never let me know what goes through that thick skull of yours, Steve! You care about me and that's all I ever hear!"

You took a breath, tears flowing down your cheeks and sniffling when you felt that familiar tickle in your nose.

"So tell me, Steve, why don't you ever say anything?"

Steve looked ashamed, pained, and confused all at once. His eyes were darting around with whatever overwhelming feelings were going through his head. You wished you could have gone easier and softer on him, just as he has always been with you, but you had exploded. You didn't even know if half of what you said made any sense, but you got your mind out there and that's what mattered to you at the moment.

That and Steve's response.

A few seconds of silence and your stomach started to drop.

A few minutes of silence and your heart followed your stomach.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry," Steve started, voice thick with emotions. "I didn't think—I didn't know that you felt like that. I just—I found it—I thought that this would've been avoided."

He didn't give you more so that meant you would have to ask him. Again.

"What would be avoided—"

"This!" He pointed between the two of you and heart lost a beat. "These arguments and fights! I wanted a peaceful life. I love you! I love you enough to swallow my dislikes!"

"I never asked you to do that!"

"You didn't have to!"

"Why would you assume I wanted—"

"It's what I wanted Y/N!"

Silence.

"I wanted to live peacefully with you. I wanted a life full of peace and love." Steve's blue eyes were trying to find yours, even though yours were trying to find anywhere else to look.

Tears were streaming down both of your faces by then. The argument was new. Arguing was new. New wounds were open and oozing out of them was hurt. Hurt was being transformed into words. Words were being thrown around and used as knives. Knives could be used to make wounds.

And you were back to square one.

"To love me, Steve, you need to accept the fact that we will fight. We will fight and come back to each other because we love each other." Your heart constricted in your chest when Steve shook his head. "Don't you love me enough to trust it?"

"I do." No hesitation on his part. He gave you the answer you were hoping for and you let out a sigh of relief.

"Then argue with me. Fight with me. Tell me what you dislike even if I like it." You reached out your hand and intertwined it with Steve's. He stepped closer to you and you looked up into his eyes, breath getting caught with the intensity of his pupils dilating more the longer he looked at you.

"I want to do what other couples do, Steve. Fight and make up. Argue and make up. Bicker with each other for no reason and laugh when we kiss. I want that, Steve. I don't want to get that sickly feeling when you agree with everything I say. It feels toxic."

"Okay," Steve breathed out, his free hand coming up to clear your cheeks of your tears and then tilted your face with your chin. "Can we make up, now?"

"Depends on how we're making up," you said, lips an inch away from his. His eyes flickered between your lips and your eyes. He found what he was looking for and he closed the inch between you, kissing you deeply as possible.

Kissing him made you feel like you were floating. When he lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, you let out a moan, breaking the kiss. He never strayed away from you though, kissing down your neck and laying you back onto the bed.

"Do you want to—"

"Do what you want today, Steve, please," you whispered, hoping you never broke the bubble surrounding the two of you.

"Anything?" His eyes gleamed with something you had never before. Something that set your whole being on fire.

"Please," was the one word you come up with.

Steve didn't take long to undress the two of you. As said, he did what he wanted, asking you if it was alright and if you were okay at all the right times. He made sure you were comfortable and then helped you reach your high. The two of you shared hushed whispers, moans, and other sweet nothings in the dim lit room.

"If that's how we're going to make up every time we fight," Steve started, looking down at your face on his chest, "then I might start picking fights again."

"Like the good ol' days?" You joked, voice groggy with sleep.

"Something like that." His laugh rumbled in his chest and you kissed the spot right over his heart.

"I love fighting with you."

"I think I'm beginning to understand why you wanted regular fight sessions," Steve said, hand slipping down your spine and drawing out a shudder.

"Who said anything about regular?" You teased, chin coming to rest on his chest as you looked up at him. His eyes darkened and he rolled the two of you over.

As he hovered over you, he whispered, "Fight with me?"

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— frozen hearts: day ten —

Warnings: strong language, fluff, angst, panic attack, mentions of past abusive relationships, sexual themes

Word Count: ~6k

A/N: Enjoy this chapter! Send in asks for any oneshots you want to read for this specific series! And let me know what you guys want to see in the epilogue. Reblogs and comments are always welcome (as long as they don’t hurt anyone in any way). Anyway, enjoy! (See a/n at the end)

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The sun had still some time before it started to peek over the horizon when you stirred awake, without any commotion, chatter, or kisses being placed on your skin. When you turned around, hoping to find your personal heater next to you like always, you were met by the image of Prem laying on Bucky’s torso and Nate curled up against his side, wrapped with Bucky’s metal arm around his tiny frame. Dan shifted, snuggling closer to you and you swung your arm over him to let him cuddle closer. The three boys were fast asleep, two of them snoring lightly—it was Prem and Dan. Bucky was just as deep in slumber, hair flattened against his pillow.

You tried to go back to sleep, glancing at the glaring red numbers that read 4:54, but sleep was not exactly your friend at the moment. You had closed your eyes multiple times, thinking of nothing and then trying to imagine a repetitive image like your therapist had told you to do, but it didn’t work. Unable to shut your mind off, you allowed the thoughts of embarrassing moments and wonders of the past creep up on you and drag you under them. Memories of the past few days started playing in your head, touches and kisses making you smile slightly and glance over at the man that you had come to love.

Love, you thought with a load of surprise. It hit you all at once; the way you looked for him in a room or wanted him to be near you and the way your lungs contracted when he wasn’t with you. It wasn’t as if these feelings had started now; they had begun back when he came back from his first tour. The day he was due to leave, you were there with Steve in front, giving Bucky a long brotherly hug before patting his head and looking back at you. You, in retrospect, had a much less affectionate goodbye, leaving him with a quick quip—don’t do anything stupid ‘til you get back ‘cause then I can’t record it—and a wave of your hand in mock salute. Bucky had given you a smirk in return.

He had, whether he knew it or not, then or now, your heart in his hands and you didn’t really want it back unless he was going to break it. That part you still had to decide, looking over at Bucky with what you knew as hesitation. He never minded the slight delay in your hand touching his and you were thankful for his consideration. He never cared much about the amount of time you seemed to spend deciding to word out your thoughts and never once made you feel stupid. Even with the squabbles and arguments, you two had never made the other feel like nothing, like nothing they ever said or did mattered.

Unlike someone you knew.

Your heart clenched and your breathing got irregular. You were hyper aware of the way your shirt clung to your back and sleeves closed in on your arms. The blanket was suddenly too warm for you, heavy in the way it layed on your waist. You looked around, finding five things you could see; Bucky’s hair, Prem’s yellow shorts, the bookshelf, the curtains matching the colour scheme of your room, and the lampshade on Bucky’s side. Then you moved your hands, finding four things you could feel; the blanket, Dan’s warm hands, your bracelet on your arm, and your silk pillowcase you had changed yesterday. You shifted slightly, listening for three things you could hear; Prem’s light snoring, the hum of the vents, and the wind pushing against the window. You could smell Bucky’s cologne and the laundry detergent of the bedsheets.

You felt alright after that, trying to regulate your breathing and keep everyone from waking up. Unsuccessfully, you thought, when you found Bucky looking at you carefully, Prem back on the bed.

“Doll?” He kept his voice low, slowly sitting up and shifting gently as Prem stirred a bit. He placed his pillow where his body had been and Prem stopped squirming around. He walked over as you sat up as well, fisting the bed sheet while he sat down beside your legs. His hand landed on your thigh and he squeezed softly.

“I’m okay,” you whispered, voice higher pitched than usual. You cleared your throat and repeated, “I’m okay.”

“Darlin’...” Bucky’s metal hand cupped your cheek, thumb stroking your cheekbone, wiping a tear that had escaped and gently pressing down. “What d’you need?”

“Just you,” you replied, leaning forward and resting your head on his shoulder. His hand trailed to the back of your head and he hummed a tune you couldn’t place right then. You both stayed in that position for a few more minutes and then you pulled away, finally finding the power to hold yourself up. Bucky’s eyes gave away nothing but his concern and worry for you and you almost broke out into tears.

Maybe he sensed your panic or maybe he just felt like it was the right time, whatever it might have been made him lean forward and kiss you deeply.

That was one thing you tasted.

Him.

Just him.

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When Bucky woke up the second time, he felt your body weight holding him down on the bed. He was never going to complain though, wrapping his arms around you tighter and planting a quick kiss on your hair. He would hold you like this as long as you wanted him to, even if it was the rest of his life or just another minute of it.

After your panic attack—he wished he could have gotten Prem off faster, but the little man had started squirming enough to force Bucky to stay there just to watch you get through the panic attack by yourself—he asked you to lay down and try to sleep. You seemed reluctant to lay down so he ended up holding you for a while, mismatched arms wrapped around your shoulders and your ear pressed against his chest to listen to his heartbeat. Soon after, you started to doze off and Bucky tried to get you to lay down again. Unsuccessful at peeling you away—because of both your arms around his waist and his own will power—he decided to let you hold on to him and get a grasp on reality.

He found himself lying down with you laying on top of him. It was a nice change to when he was the one laying on top of you with his face buried into your stomach.

He looked over at the kids, watching as each of their little bodies rose and dropped elegantly with the breaths they took. He caught the clock with the numbers 8:13 being displayed in a bright red colour as usual. It was weirdly quiet in the house for this time of day, knowing very well that your grandparents and parents were up and going at around six in the morning. Without fail they had been the ones waking everyone up with the commotion downstairs. He never minded it. In fact, without it being there, he felt as if he had entered a whole new world where he was the stranger.

You stirred on his chest and he glanced down to catch you peek open one eye at the boys and then closing it before yawning and shifting to put your chin on his chest. He held his breath as you opened your eyes and blinked away the fuzz. You gave him a sleepy smile and he returned one.

“Good morning, Jamie,” you mumbled, arms coming up to ruffle his hair a bit. Even with your chin stabbing into his chest like a knife, he would never tell you to get up. His heart had already started skipping beats when you gave him that tired smile, but when you called him Jamie? He knew he was a goner. Forever gone. His heart was racing and he honestly didn’t ever want it to stop speeding up.

“G—Good morning,” he stuttered, making you quirk an eyebrow. The nickname had really done a number on him. It was just a nickname—but you said it. You turned your head, the stabbing of your chin in his chest now gone, and looked over at the kids.

“That’s a surprise,” you said, tilting your head back and giving him a look. “You’re probably dying underneath me.”

“No, I’m not.” To prove himself further, he tightened his grip around your frame and tugged you achingly close to his body, ribs and elbows poking into flesh. His metal hand caressed some inch of skin on you, him not noticing where exactly it was. “If you can take my weight, there’s not much of a reason I can’t take yours, doll.”

“Just because I can do something, doesn’t mean you can do the same.”

“I can do everything you do just fine, sweetheart.”

You shifted on his chest and started leaning forward, holding yourself up with your forearms. “You cannot,” you whispered. He squinted his eyes at you, noting the playful yet competitive nature you had taken on this morning.

“I can do everything you do.” He almost stuttered when you leaned down, faces mere inches away. All he wanted to do, and never had he ever thought he would be thinking like this, was press his lips against yours and slowly make his way down your body and then have his way with you sprawled on the bed. Hell, if you both were in a relationship that wasn’t constantly questioned, he would have done it. That and the kids were still here.

Still he pressed his lips against yours, waiting for you before he actually gave you that peck. Never did he question your hesitation because, to some limit, he knew what traumatic experiences you had gone through. It was okay if some days you weren’t okay with his touches or anyone’s. It was okay if you hesitated before touching his hand or holding it. And it was okay if you took your time to love him back the way you could and wanted to. He would forever be grateful for you to be his friend and to be more would be a miracle. A dream that he was hoping would become reality.

“Ew!”

You both broke apart, looking at Nate who had sat up and was nudging his brother and cousin awake. You giggled while Bucky rolled his eyes with a gentle smile on his face.

“You’ll be singing a different tune when you get your own girl, champ,” Bucky muttered, sending a wink towards Nate who stuck his tongue out as if the mere idea of kissing a girl was disgusting.

“That is gross, Uncle Bucky,” he said, kicking the blanket away when he had successfully woken Dan and Prem up. They both seemed to be upset with Nate, but Nate paid them no mind. “Vanessa said she likes this guy in her class, though… I forgot his name.”

“What?” Bucky didn’t like that idea one bit. “She’s only six. She’s not going to kiss anyone.” You gave Bucky a knowing glance and started giggling. Bucky rolled his eyes at you and looked over at Nate who was smiling.

“She said that wanted to kiss him—”

“Nope. No. That’s not gonna happen. I’m gonna call Jake and tell him to keep Vanessa away from that kid.” You started to laugh harder at Bucky's statement, burying your face into his chest as he sighed. “Your aunt’s gone crazy, champ.”

Three quick knocks at the door and then it was swinging open to reveal Matthew with Ariel in his arms. He looked over at you and Bucky, looking defeated as he watched you laugh uncontrollably, and beckoned the kids out with his head. They ran out as fast as they could, Nate still grumbling about the gross kiss.

“G’morning, Bucky,” Matthew mumbled, eyes tired as Ariel started to whine and tear up. You rolled off of Bucky, seeing an escape once his arms loosened. You sat up and stared at Matthew, assessing something Bucky couldn’t and put your arms out for Ariel. Matthew seemed relieved and walked in to hand her over.

“What’s up with her?” You asked, rubbing her back as she whined some more.

“Coming down with a fever, I think,” he replied, shrugging slightly as he touched his own head. “I might have to call in sick too. She’s been fussy all night. It’s half the reason we sent the twins here. Them catching the cold would only make it worse…”

“You should reschedule your flight,” Bucky suggested, leaning against the headboard now as he watched you try to calm Ariel’s whining. “A sick kid and planes don’t go together.”

“Yeah, I know. I’ll do it soon.” Matthew wiped a hand down his face, bending down when you gestured for him to do so. “Can you do it for me, actually?”

“Sure,” Bucky said as you put your hand to Matthew’s forehead and Matthew closed his eyes.

“Am I?”

“Yeah, you are,” you answered simply, smirking a little. “Usually it’s me getting sick.”

“Well, you got luck on your side this time.” Matthew straightened up and let his eyes flicker over to Bucky.

“It’s me,” Bucky started, a teasing grin on his face. “I’m the lucky charm.” He let you push his arm playfully, calling him an idiot with a grin gracing your lips. Yeah, he could get used to that.

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After taking turns watching Ariel while one of you used the bathroom, you headed downstairs, Ariel whining a tiny bit when she sniffed and couldn’t smell anything. Bucky glanced at her in concern and you gave him a reassuring smile as the three of you turned into the kitchen to be met with the sight of grandma, mom, and Tania fretting over Matthew as he coughed into his elbow. He gave you a look, a look that meant he was so done with the attention everyone was giving him.

“Are you also sick?” your grandpa asked when he came near and stood beside you. His eyes drifted and caught the light perfectly for that rich, chocolatey colour of his irises to be noticed through his glasses. You always did wonder why brown eyes weren’t as appreciated as any other colour. They were beautiful too, though you might have been biased while thinking that.

You sighed, rubbing Ariel’s back when she pressed her hot head against your cool neck and whimpered. Her fever had definitely increased, the heated body temperature and shivers telling you that easily. You glanced at Matthew to see him slumped over on the island, head against the cool counter as Tania placed a cool towel on the back of his neck. You suspected she was placing it on his forehead first, but his current position gave her no room to do so.

“Nope.” You looked over at Bucky to confirm he was feeling alright. It hadn’t occurred to you to ask him, being busy with Ariel. He shook his head with a smile and swooped down to kiss your temple before walking away with a wink aimed at you.

“He looks at you so longingly, Y/N,” your grandpa said, eyes twinkling as he looked over at his own wife. “Like he loves you enough to light the world on fire. Like Liam looked at Isabelle.” He looked over at you and you fought back the tears remembering the last conversation you could recall with your Uncle Liam.

“TJ was born when I was in high school, sweetheart,” Uncle Liam explained, looking over at you, big doe eyes and a smile on your cheeks. You pouted, eyebrows furrowing as you tried to do the math in your head at the age of seven. It took a while, but Uncle Liam was nothing but patient.

“So you were only sixteen?” You asked finally, the math finished in your head. Uncle Liam nodded, grinning as Auntie Belle came down the stairs with the one-year-old twins in her arms. Uncle Liam got up, grabbing one of them—you still didn’t know which one was Tyler or Skylar—and kissed Auntie Belle. You pretended to barf, the twin in Uncle Liam’s arms laughing at the face you made.

“Oh, just you wait, sweetheart,” Uncle Liam started, “you’re gonna find someone who loves you just as much as you love them and then I’ll be the one barfing.”

“Dad, seriously? She’s seven,” TJ chimed in, walking through the hall with his arm around Diya, snowflakes on their shoulders and hair melting quickly. The twenty-three-year-old was quickly tackled with your body, happy to see your older cousin brother back from university. “She ain’t dating no one ‘til she’s forty.”

“What?” You pulled your head back from his torso and gave him a look. “I’m gonna be soooo old by then.”

“You’re right,” he said, reaching down to lift you into his arms. “You’ve got to be fifty then.”

“TJ!”

“You good, doll?” Bucky’s voice caught you off-guard, making you jump and Ariel whined, pouting when she raised her head to look at you.

“Sorry, little princess,” you murmured, hand gently pushing her head back down. Once her head was back on your shoulder, you blinked away the tears building up in your eyes. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You sure? We can—”

“Hey, Bucky? Could you come over here for a sec?” You dad called, head peeking out from the study down the hall. Bucky clenched his jaw, but nodded nonetheless when you pushed on his shoulder.

“I’ll be here when you get back,” you said, letting him push himself away from you and make his way down the hall. You watched his retreating figure, wondering what your dad could possibly want to talk about. The Rumlow situation you knew was under control now, courtesy of Bucky when you told him you would like to know what was happening. He was careful with his choice of words, but he was gentle and skipped over explaining some parts like the footage or mentioning Rumlow’s name.

“Y/N, grab the thermometer, please,” your mom’s voice cut between your thoughts and you nodded, moving over to where you knew the medicine cabinet was. Tippy-toeing slightly to reach over the microwave.

———

The twins and Prem were running around and chasing each other with balloon swords in the living room when Bucky came back from your dad’s study. You were on the couch with Ariel asleep beside you, coddled in blankets and a pillow to prevent her from rolling off the couch. He started making his way towards you, but Tara came and sat down beside you before he could even get you to notice his presence.

He barely held back the sigh threatening to escape him and moved to sit down on the two-seater no one else was occupying. He wasn’t really feeling up to talking with anyone, not at the moment anyway. The talk with your dad left him exhausted, only wanting to hold you in his arms and kiss your temple or, better yet, your lips.

The words exchanged with your dad were, well, bittersweet.

The whole conversation had been uncomfortable, to say the least. When he had first walked in, his mind still was reeling with the tears in your eyes a few moments prior. Then your dad started talking and he felt his heart drop to his stomach, taking a seat on the chair as your dad continued his sentence. His eyes had started flickering over to the door as soon as your dad was finished speaking, waiting for Bucky to elaborate and Bucky was wishing the floor would swallow him up. Then Bucky shared the few words that had been on the tip of his tongue without him knowing and your dad smiled, letting him go.

Your parents and family, extended included, were all so respectful and kind and caring.

It made him homesick.

It made him want to grab his phone and call his mom. Maybe one day, one day soon, you would finally convince him to. Maybe this whole ordeal would make his ego tip over and he would call his parents and hear them finally welcome him back. He wanted to introduce you to his parents, let them fuss over you as your parents had done to him, let them embarrass him with childhood stories, and love you as much as he did. He wanted to embrace Rebecca again and meet this Riley guy she was talking to, maybe scare him off or accept him into the family.

He finally realised that all he wanted, all he needed now, was a family. And you were connecting him to that too. It was always you. You had always somehow rescued him without noticing what you were doing.

His eyes had trailed back to you without registering it and you caught his eyes. Your shy smile left him breathless, wondering exactly what he had done to earn you in his life. His heart was beating out of his chest still from that little smile of yours when Matthew came to sit on the other end of the couch—there wasn’t much space between the two of them though—coughing deliberately.

“What?” Bucky gruffed, somewhat amused by the way Matthew’s face was contorted.

“Don’t look at her like that,” Matthew said, grimacing right before he sneezed into his elbow. Bucky gave him a tight-lipped smile, but got back onto the topic Matthew had decided to talk about.

“Like what?”

“Like—like, y’know…” Matthew trailed off, grimacing and sneezing again. He sniffled and Bucky patted his shoulder.

“Still don’t know, man,” he teased, the tone not going lost on Matthew. Matthew pushed his arm away, swatting at his shoulder and groaning as he laid his head back.

“You know exactly how you’re looking at her.” Matthew let out another groan when he lifted his head, smirking as he added, “I look at Tania like that when we’re sneaking out.”

“Get your head out of the gutter,” TJ muttered, taking a seat between the two of them and shaking his head. The sofa was a bit cramped then, but Bucky felt at home. “He looks at her like my dad used to look at my mom.”

Matthew coughed violently, getting up as tears welled in his eyes. He glanced at Bucky and you and then back to TJ before sitting back down once the coughs subsided.

“Yeah,” Matthew breathed out, voice croaking. “Yeah, he does look at her like that, doesn’t he?”

Bucky hesitated before asking, “Like what?”

“Like you’re gonna lose her at any possible moment,” TJ replied softly, a distant look in his eyes as he continued on. “A longing, like you can’t believe she’s yours and this is just a dream. And, even if she does leave you or not, you would still burn the world to see her happy.”

Bucky’s eyes flickered over to you, heart clenching as he thought of losing you. He did wake up everyday hoping that yesterday wasn’t a dream and you were still laying next to him, the peaceful expression etched on your face as you slept soundly. Burning the world down? Hell, yeah, he would burn it down if it made you happy. He wanted to give you everything you wanted so if it came down to it, he would burn everything down.

“Fuck, my dad would be so happy to see her so happy, Bucky,” TJ went on to add, just when Bucky had started to get a grip on his heart. “He loved her so much and she loved him even more, if that was possible. She spent every second eating up any love story he told her, the real and fake. My parents’ love was what she grew up with. That was what she wanted for herself and he told her she would find it eventually. He would be so, so happy, right now. He’d love you just for loving her.”

Bucky stayed quiet after that. He couldn’t tell them that he loved you before he told you. You deserved to know first and that’s what was going to happen.

———

“Are two all packed?” Your mom asked for the nth time as you grabbed your toiletries and tossed them into one of the pouches.

“Yes, mama,” you replied, kissing her cheek as you moved past her and put the pouch into the suitcase carefully. “We’ve got everything. The closet is empty.”

“What about the—”

“The bathroom, too,” you interrupted, biting the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from smiling at your mom’s fussing. She had been doing this ever since you and Bucky made your way up to pack up the last few things and carry the suitcases down. She had followed the two of you upstairs, keeping her distance at first and simply reminding you of randoming things before stepping in and helping you fold your dress because you were doing it wrong. Apparently.

“Y/N?” Bucky came out of the closet holding one of your sweatshirts in his hands. “Isn’t this yours?” He held it up higher and opened it up so you could see it more clearly. You nodded hastily, ignoring your mom’s pointed look and caught it when Bucky tossed it over. You folded it and put it over the pouch.

“See? Let me just check through—”

“Ma,” you sighed, turning and holding her arms. “It’s okay if we forget something, we’re coming back next year.”

“You… both are?” She asked, hesitant, but hopeful. She looked over at Bucky who nodded and grinned charmingly.

“Can’t get rid of me,” you teased, turning away again and zipping up your suitcase after checking it over once.

“Or me,” Bucky added, wrapping an arm around your mom’s shoulders when you lugged the suitcase off the bed. “I’m all in, M/N, and whether she likes it or not, she’s stuck with me.”

“I hate it and I hate you,” you grumbled, a teasing smirk on your face as your mom gasped and swatted your shoulder.

“Y/N! Say sorry to him,” she said, not seeing the smug grin on Bucky’s face that, in every single way possible, was taunting you. You scoffed and shook your head, rolling your eyes when Bucky started speaking, hiding yet another smile.

“It’s alright, M/N.” He had the audacity to wink at you. “She didn’t mean it.” Your smile broke out on your face while he continued to grin and you were sure your mom thought you both were crazy.

“Oh, you two…” She gestured around and said, “Get the luggage downstairs now.” With that order of hers, she left the room, closing the door behind her just as you had asked her to start doing a few years back.

Bucky grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his chest, a smug smirk making its way to his face as you tried not to stumble over your feet. You playfully glared at him, hands on his chest as his came down to your hips. He gently started to pressure your hips into swaying slightly, one of his fingers tickling the skin just over the waistband of your sweatpants. You looked up at him through your lashes, seeing his blue eyes already on you and pupils dilating slowly. He started humming a tune that you had heard before, but couldn’t remember the name of, and swayed the two of you gently. He dipped his head down beside yours and you could feel the press of his lips to your temple.

“This is so cliché,” you whispered, giggling when his fingers skimmed the sides of your stomach.

“Shut up and let me enjoy the moment, will ya?” Bucky’s breath was warm on your neck and you sighed.

You nodded and let him hum for a few more minutes, hands gripping your hips tighter every second that passed. You could only wonder what was going through his head and you had every intention of finding out.

“What—”

“Your mom probably thinks we’re having sex,” he cut in, making you freeze before you started giggling and snorting.

“Bucky!” You started laughing then, watching his shoulders lift and drop. He chuckled when your laughs subsided. “Bucky—”

“I was also thinking about the fact that I’m not gonna be able to sleep in the same bed as you after we get back,” he murmured before you could ask him. “I won’t be able to wake up or go to sleep beside you when we get back. Not for a while at least. Which is fine, I get it, but I’m—Imma miss you. Imma miss you tons, doll.”

“I’ll miss you, too,” you whispered, tears welling up in your eyes, “but we need to do this right.”

“I know.”

“We can’t skip to the part where we live together,” you continued, toying with the button on his shirt on his chest.

“I know.” Bucky bit his lip when your eyes flickered up to his. “I have to—Let me just—” He pulled away from you slightly, just enough to pull his dog tags out from under his shirt and then tug them over his head. His eyes darted between the two of yours before he put them over your head and slid the chain down, tags resting over your shirt. Right over the center of your chest.

“Bucky—”

“My name should be close to your heart, sweetheart,” he said, cradling your cheek with one hand while the other one lifted the chain slightly, letting it slip down your shirt and have the tags rest directly on your skin. The cool metal made you gasp softly, Bucky’s eyes darkening when he heard it. “If I’m not going to be near you, my name will.”

———

Tears and hugs were exchanged once again.

You were holding onto Ariel still when your dad and Bucky had put everything into the taxi. Your mom was sitting on the stairs and holding her head in her hands, every now and then a sniffle emitting from her. Tania held out her arms for Ariel and you handed her over, placing a gentle kiss on both their cheeks and then turned to the twins and Prem. After receiving hugs and kisses from all three of them, you held your arms out for Tara who quickly pulled away and hid behind Diya, a sniffle making its way to your hearing.

Diya gave you a look and you nodded. Matthew gave you a big hug, whispering something no one else could hear into your ear and pulled away with a satisfied grin. You punched his arm and he swatted your head just as your mom looked up.

“Oi! No, Matthew, no hitting. Gosh, you two!” She exclaimed, getting up and throwing her hands in the air.

“I hope you get sick, too,” Matthew said loud enough for your mom to hear. She glared at him while you stuck your tongue out at him.

“I bet ten that I’m not gonna,” you countered, grinning as Matthew put his hand out for you to take.

“Deal, nerd.”

“Dumbass,” you muttered, just for Matthew’s hearing. He merely grinned and grimaced before sneezing, pulling his hand away from you sharply to sneeze into his elbow. Twice. Maybe three times. You cringed and then waved to TJ who was now balancing Prem and Nate on his arms. He gave you a smile in return and then started spinning for the boys.

“Shall we?” Bucky asked, holding out a hand—it was his left hand—for you to take. You took it without hesitation and said your goodbyes while zipping up your jacket.

“Bye!” A course of byes followed yours. You both headed out the door and into the taxi, waving for your dad to get inside and close the door from the cold. The sun was already kissing the horizon, moon and stars plastered to the sky.

Once the door closed, the taxi started moving and you found yourself leaning against Bucky. Overwhelmed with the feelings of leaving and getting back home, you found a few tears slipping down your cheeks, hurriedly swiping them away before Bucky could notice. But your sniffling had certainly told him everything he needed to know. He let go of your hand and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, drawing you as close as the seatbelts would let him. He kissed your forehead and temple, soothing you with small sweet words as the driver looked back.

“I’ll tell you one thing, girl,” he started, pushing his glasses up his nose, “that family knows you love them because no one in their right minds would travel through this kind of weather for no reason.”

“What’s your name, sir?” You croaked out, voice nimble.

“Stan. Stan Lee.”

———

After Mr. Lee dropped you two at the airport, you helped Bucky set the suitcases on a trolley and let him steer it when he had kissed the argument out of you. You kept your hand in the crook of his elbow as you both made your way through all the security and crowds, feeling some eyes on you at times. Once you both came to a stop at the terminal, suitcases now being dragged behind, the two of you collapsed onto the chair in exhaustion. Then comes the announcement that the flight has been delayed and you sigh, head lolling to the side to rest on Bucky’s shoulder.

“Could you wake me up when it’s time to go?” You asked, yawning and glancing up at him.

“Yeah, sure,” he mumbled, planting a kiss on your lips. Then he came back for another kiss, a gentle and sweet kiss that lasted a few seconds longer than the first. “Go to sleep.”

———

Bucky had woken you up gently, hands pressing into your face and arms and lips landing on your temple. Later, when you two had checked in and sat down on your seats, both of you secretly glad that it was a two-seat lane this time, you let your eyes close once more. This time Bucky put his head on top of yours and fell into an abyss with you.

———

“Y/N!” Natasha called, waving you over as Steve called out, “Bucky!” They both had their own cars parked beside each other and were sporting matching grins when your intertwined hands caught their eyes.

“What happened here?” Natasha’s signature sly smirk on display. She wrapped you in a hug, forcing you to take your hand out of Bucky’s and embrace her back. “I need all the details when we get home.”

You pulled away, giving Steve a hug as a greeting and then looked at Bucky, who was clenching his jaw and looking at his suitcase as if it was the most interesting thing at the moment. Steve grabbed your suitcase and dumped it in Natasha’s trunk, letting Bucky handle his own luggage. Bucky didn’t bother looking at you which broke your heart a little bit more than you cared to admit. You didn’t realise how hard it would be to go back to living with Natasha after spending over a week living with Bucky.

You both had gotten a glimpse into what could be and neither of you wanted that to go away.

“Did you have a good time?” Steve asked, raising his eyebrows. A small trickle of snow started falling from the sky and you looked over at Bucky, who still avoided your eyes and looked up at the sky. He let snowflakes get caught in his eyelashes and hair, lips twitching slightly.

“I can feel your eyes on me, doll,” he said, his blue eyes finally settling on you. You grinned and shook your head, turning your eyes back onto Steve.

“Yeah, it was fun,” you breathed out, breath turning into vapour as you spoke. “We’ll tell you two everything that happened tomorrow.”

“Oh, I expect it,” Steve teased, eyes darting to Bucky and then back to you. He furrowed his eyebrows, opening his mouth to say something before you yawned. He closed it and then said, “Let’s head home. We’ll meet at your place tomorrow and—”

“Can’t, Steve,” Bucky interrupted, eyes meeting yours. His smile grew, dimples appearing and a pink tinge upon his cheeks. “I’ve got a date.”

———

A/N: Um so, this is the end of the series. I mean I do have an epilogue planned but this is the finale, the ending. This was my first series for those of you who didn’t know that. It started off as a way to pass the time in class (yeah, class, I know) and then when I had written about half of it, I decided, hell why not post it? I did and now we're at the end. Those of you who have been here since the beginning thank you and those of you who have joined now, give me a chance and thanks. There is so much that I want to say, I mean like, soooooo much. But I don’t want to bore the few of you who are reading this so, yeah.

Overall this series has (at this point, from the prologue to this chapter) 74.3k words and 327.3 characters and 120 docs pages. One of the longest things I’ve ever written. Evidently so. I thank you guys so much for the love and support. I’m a mess this year. I’m ending a Christmas fic in August so yeah, a mess. Luckily I’m seeking help from professionals and non-professionals (aka my bf). Cuddles and hugs are sent from me to those of you who need them and want them. I love you guys loads. Like a ton and ton of loads! So much my heart is bursting at the seams.

Thank you, guys!

PS send in asks and questions for this couple because I wanna do that for sure. i'm in love with these two idiots, 'kay? and i can't seem to want to let them go.

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itsamarvelfan-writes · 1 year

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#mcu #marvel cinematic universe #mcu x reader #x reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #mcu poll

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itsamarvelfan-writes · 1 year

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Welcome to my 1000 followers celebration! I don't even know how so many of you decided to follow me and give me support throughout these few past years. This is crazy enough as it is but honestly can't get my head down from the clouds sometimes. This blog has become one of my safe places, even though sometimes there are things I wish I hadn't seen, and all of you make it that way. I don't know how many of the thousand still interact with my blog and how many are just there, but I really do appreciate every single one of you. If I could I would message every blog following me.

I wanted to do something a bit more “me” I guess. Seeing that this blog started just for incorrect marvel quotes (literally in the name) I decided that you should be able to make your drabbles/oneshots/series based on an incorrect quote that I have posted. I thought it would be fun, but I did give the option of regular prompts and some fun AUs are listed below as well. Most prompts and AUs have been found on Pinterest.

If you don’t want to participate, please consider reblogging! It might give others a chance to maybe escape their writer’s block as writing challenges have often done for me!

Rules:

Send me an ask or message with which incorrect quote/prompt you are using. Please make sure to add it at the beginning or bold it.

If you are not participating, can you please reblog for signal boost? I would really appreciate it.

You can pick an MCU character. You can also do any MCU ships, but no incest like Th*rki or St*rker.

Use any of the incorrect quotes or prompts written below

Two people per prompt/incorrect quote

Three prompts per person and one incorrect quote per person

AUs are completely optional (but definitely encouraged)

It can be a drabble, oneshot, or series

Warnings must be given properly. Any warnings that you may have missed, I will let you know and please do add it. In addition to this, I will not be accepting any dark!fics and/or any rape or anything of the sort. If you want to run something by me, by all means go ahead.

Deadline: June 30th, 2023

Lastly, please tag me @incorrectmarvelquotesss and add the tag #loveys1kcelebration

Incorrect Quotes

“When you close both of your eyes, you see darkness, but when you close one you see nothing.” / *closes one eye before reopening it* / “Did you just wink at me, you big flirt?”

“This is my life now. I have climbed this hill am now I shall die upon it.” / “Shut up. We’ve only been hiking for twenty minutes.”

“Why are you still here?” / “Because I care about you, you asshole.” (@nekoannie-chan)

“You can’t love someone unless you love yourself first.” / “Bullshit. I have never loved myself, but you? Oh god, I love you so much I forgot what hating myself felt like.”

“So, what do ya think? Good idea, right?” / “Whatever floats your titanic.” / “The titanic sank.” / “Yeah, just like your IQ did when you came up with that idea.”

“I’m so hot.” / “Yeah, you—” / *moves to stand in front of the fan* / “—I mean, yeah. It’s hot in here.”

“Stop doing that.” / “Doing what?” / “Saying things that make me want to kiss the hell outta you.”

“You’re so hot.“ / “Okay?” / “I’m falling for you and so is my zipper.”

“Where are you going?” / “Hell, most likely.”

“Stop yelling at me or I swear to god I’m gonna fall in love with you!” / *starts yelling louder* or *stops yelling*

Other Prompts

“Lean on me.” / “For support?” / “Yeah, why else?” (@marvellingdaydreams)

“Stay with me. Don’t close your eyes.”

“There’s a bullet in you. You got shot. I can see it.” / “I can feel it.”

“I want you to come if you can.”

“Stay away from her/him/they. She’s/He’s/They’re mine.”

“Stop glaring, sweet cheeks. I know you want me.”

“I hate that you’re so mad at me, but you look so hot right now.”

“Just date already! Even the cat/dog want you to date at this point.”

“Half of this city wants you dead.” / “Wow. A month ago, the whole city wanted me dead. Things are looking up.” (@nekoannie-chan)

“You’re drunk.” / “I’m still sober enough to kill you darling, so don’t push your luck.”

AUs (optional)

“You’re overdue on this book and I really want it so I’m tracking you down” AU

“When you told me your name I thought you were joking so I made a joke and started laughing before I realized it really was your name and now we’re stuck in awkward silence while I figure out how to apologize” AU

“You were waving at your friend behind me but I got confused and waved at you and now I’m dying of embarrassment but you think I’m cute” AU

“I was just getting my laundry done but then I saw you putting in what seemed like a bunch of clothes stained in blood so now I’m kind of terrified of you” AU

“Our pets banged and now mine is expecting so I should probably get to know your name and figure out what we’re doing because this isn’t cheap” AU

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itsamarvelfan-writes · 1 year

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I can’t participate rn (ugh uni) but I’m sure going to reblog it

If you don’t want to participate, please consider reblogging! It might give others a chance to maybe escape their writer’s block as writing challenges have often done for me!

Rules:

Send me an ask or message with which incorrect quote/prompt you are using. Please make sure to add it at the beginning or bold it.

If you are not participating, can you please reblog for signal boost? I would really appreciate it.

You can pick an MCU character. You can also do any MCU ships, but no incest like Th*rki or St*rker.

Use any of the incorrect quotes or prompts written below

Two people per prompt/incorrect quote

Three prompts per person and one incorrect quote per person

AUs are completely optional (but definitely encouraged)

It can be a drabble, oneshot, or series

Deadline: April 20th, 2023