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make-me-imagine · 3 years

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Daffodils: New Beginnings

Valentines Special: Day Eight

Day One: Morning Glories // Day Two: Blue Salvias Day Three: Sunflowers // Day Four: Pink Camellias Day Five: Yellow Tulips // Day Six: Violets Day Seven: Lisianthus - Day Nine: Red Roses (link to post with all endings listed)

Plot: The reader keeps receiving flowers and sweet messages every day from an anonymous source leading up to Valentines Day. But who is sending them?

Choose your own character ending (coming on Valentines Day).

Gender!Neutral Reader x ???

Triggers: Brief mention of fighting Words: 1,569

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February 13th

"You sure you’re alright?” Wanda asked as she watched your rub your shoulder.

“I’m good, just a little sore.” you said reassuringly.

You had been called out on a mission with Steve, Wanda, and Natasha to check out a possible hit on a SHIELD office. You managed to catch the assault team before they made it into the building, but a fight broke out. When you were fighting one of the men, he pulled you down a short flight of stairs, you banged your shoulder pretty bad, but it seemed to be alright now.

You were riding back to the tower now, sitting in the back seat with Wanda.

“You should get your shoulder checked out when we get back, just in case.” Steve said, looking at your through the drivers mirror.

“Is that an order Captain?” you asked with sarcasm as you leaned forward, talking to Steve over the seat.

You could see him smirk at your question as he peaked back at you “If it has to be, then yes.”

You smiled in amusement as you sat back in your seat “Yes sir” you said, saluting, making Wanda chuckle and Natasha and Steve smirk at your response.

Doing just as he said, you had your shoulder scanned in the medical wing once you returned. But finding no real damage you went back to work. Entering into the large main room, you staggered back as a man carrying a large box passed by you when you came through the doors. Looking around you saw a bunch of people walking around. It took you a moment before you remembered that they were the people hired to set up the Valentines party.

This room was going to be the main room for the party, tables set up for the dinner and a stage in the front for the entertainment. Seeing through the large doors to your left, you figured that would be where the dancing would take place.

Looking around, you could tell the color scheme was going to be gold and red, classy, but a bit gaudy in some areas. You saw Tony walk through nearby doors, explaining something to one of the decorators, turning, he spotted you. Leaving the decorator with a last instruction he walked over to you.

“So, what do you think so far?” he asked as he stood next to you, motioning to the room.

“No chocolate fountain?” you asked with sarcasm.

You saw his eyes light up as he snapped his finger “A chocolate fountain!” Turning to one of the nearby people, he got their attention “Any chance of getting a chocolate fountain?”

You rolled your eyes “Tony, that’s too much!”

“No no, it’s a good idea” he said to you before looking back to the other person who began writing something down “And get some skewers, fruit and marshmallows, it can be like a giant fondue station.”

“That doesn’t sound very sanitary” you said with a frown.

He hesitated for a moment “No, it’ll be fine, we’ll put up a sign, no double dipping” You shook your head with a laugh as he turned fully towards you “So, how’d your little mission go?”

“Fine, we stopped the assault, arrested all of the members, Nat and Clint will be questioning them.”

Tony opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted as someone called him from across the room “Go ahead, I’ve got to get back to work anyway” you said as you parted ways. Leaving the room you felt anxious again thinking about the party and what would happen. Trying to shake away the anxiety, you got back to work.

- - -

You managed to distract yourself by working the rest of the day, and now you were sitting at the kitchen bar in the public part of the tower. Public meaning it could be accessed by all of the Avengers.

“Hey” Wanda greeted as she wandered in “What are you doing in here?”

You smiled at her and lifted your hand in greeting “Just finished work, I’m waiting for the rest of the party planners and decorators to leave for the day, they are constantly using the elevators and stairs, filling them with people and stuff.” you chuckled.

She sat down next to you “Yeah, I couldn’t even get to the elevator in the first place” she chuckled “How’s your shoulder?”

“It’s good, no pain anymore.” you responded “So, are you looking forward to Tony’s party?” you asked her.

She shrugged “Not particularly. I’m not one for crowded parties.”

“Me neither, but Tony will never get over it if I don’t show up, you too probably.”

“Oh yes I know, he told me so himself” you both chuckled.

"Tony and his parties.” you commented just as the doors opened. Clint, Steve and Natasha walking in.

“Ah, there you two are. “ Clint said as they made there way over to you. Clint and Steve sat at the bar with you and Wanda as Nat moved behind the bar.

You sat and talked with the others for a while, about today’s planned attack, about who they were hired by, and then about Tony’s party. You started to feel the now familiar anxiety rise in your chest. Making yourself yawn, you feigned drowsiness before rising “Alright, I need to get some sleep.” you said, knowing that, though you were tired, you might not be able to sleep anyways.

“Goodnight” Wanda, Nat and Steve said as you began to leave.

“Hey” Clint said.

Turning back to him you rose your brow. “Did you get any flowers from your secret admirer today?” he asked with a smirk.

“Ooh, yeah I almost forgot about that” she smirked as she looked at you. Wanda and Steve turned to look at your as well.

“Uhh, no, but I haven’t been back to my room since lunch, soo”

“Soo, maybe there will be something now?” Nat said with a smile.

Saying nothing you just smiled, cocked your head and then spun around, leaving in silence. Hearing chuckling from the others behind you as you left. You had actually successfully been distracted to the point where you forgot about the flowers.

Luckily all of the decorators and planners had been long gone, so you could make your way to your room easily. As you stopped at your floor, you braced yourself for what would be on the other side, feeling a sense of familiar excitement.

As the doors slid open, your eyes were already trained on your door. And placed at the bottom, was a tall bouquet of pale yellow daffodils tied together with white silky ribbon, a note dangling from the side.

Quickly making your way to your door, you unlocked it before picking up the bouquet and going inside. This was the last bouquet you would get before learning who was behind all of this tomorrow. Your heart seemed to be hammering in your chest as you stared at the note.

You were almost afraid to read it. You hesitated before setting it down and going to the bathroom. Getting ready for bed, you grabbed the flowers and put them into a vase, a new one you bought at the store. Sitting on your bed, you fiddled with the note in your hand. Slowly opening it, you psyched yourself up a bit before you began to read the note.

~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ Daffodils

Daffodils mean “New Beginnings”. I chose these because tomorrow will be the start of a new beginning for the two of us. No matter what happens. I, of course have my own wishes of how tomorrow will go, and I am sure you do as well. Perhaps you have your own desires of who I am, and I hope that I do not disappoint you when you find out who I am.

I have so much more I want to write, but cannot seem to put it properly into words. I’m sure we are both nervous about tomorrow, but I do truly feel as though we are meant to be. And though I cannot see the future, I know tomorrow will be the start of something new, and I can only hope that it will be great. ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~

Reading over the note a few times you lied back on your bed as you stared up at the ceiling. You had stopped trying to figure out who it could be. Knowing that they were careful enough not to let anything seem obvious. And if you had been talking to them one on one, or when everyone would be talking about the flowers, they were careful enough not to say anything that would make them seem suspicious.

For a moment, you debated not going to the party at all. And chickening out instead. But you only entertained the thought for a moment before you felt guilt for even thinking it. They did not deserve that. No matter how afraid you might be about what might happen tomorrow, they didn’t deserve to be stood up, especially not after everything they have said and done. But then again, what if they stand you up? What if they change their mind, and you never find out who they are?

You closed your eyes, your thoughts running rapid through every possibility of what could happen tomorrow. Eventually, without really realizing it, you had drifted off to sleep.

xx xx xx xx xx

Sooo, tomorrow is the day!

I will be releasing every ending throughout Valentines Day (10 in total); starting around 5am MST. Let me know if you want to be tagged in any specific endings.

The endings will be: Bucky, Steve, Tony, Bruce, Thor, Loki, Clint, Natasha, Vision and Wanda.

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madsinartime · 3 years

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thoughts about tfatws

aka cacw (2021) ;)

this will be kinda long, so more under the cut!

Sam and Bucky

i love their relationship. whether you ship them or see them as bros this show gives you everything you could want. sam and bucky’s character and relationship development are the best parts of the show. sam learns to overcome his insecurities and pick up the shield, bucky learns to forgive himself and move on from the winter soldier. although to be honest, who let the fanfic writers into marvel? the couples’ therapy scene and rolling in the flower field are straight (not) out of ao3.

sam wilson IS captain america. i hope that in future movies he’ll continue to be political and an activist, not just focus on all the avenger threats and forget about the stuff that continues to happen on the ground. sam’s a guy who follows through. let’s see him at marches, rallies, campaigning for something better. the show was a step up in representation about different perspectives than the usual mcu stuff and i hope they continue with that.

bucky! him living with the wilsons’ is canon now. i love that he’s finally got his happy ending :) i hope he’ll be in black panther, at least a lil cameo! i think he is great friends with t’challa shuri and all the dora milaje! maybe a bit of how he became known as white wolf? or earning the title? he definitely trained with the dora, rmb how he threw that pole like a spear :D

Zemo

i kinda like zemo as a character now. he’s definitely still a terrible person but hey. he’s a fun guy. he even got the last laugh with orchestrating blowing up the rest of the super soldiers from prison. i wonder what he’ll do about john walker? US agent is definitely the guy zemo hates. would be a cool subplot in a future movie/show.

Sharon Carter

this is such a step up for her from winter soldier and civil war! she’s a badass shield special agent and it really showed. her fight scene in the shipyard is one of my favourite. making her a villain? i mean i kinda get why she’ll be so jaded from being on the run for years. there are some theories where she’s like a skrull,, but idk. the part where she’s the power broker seemed a bit ?? at first, but here’s what i think:

sharon didn’t get blipped. it was shown in endgame but she could have disappeared and so everyone assumed she was dusted. 5 years seems a bit short to build a criminal empire, plus zemo had heard of the power broker and he was in jail the whole time. in those 5 years maybe the original power broker got blipped, and in the power vacuum (lol) sharon took over. makes sense why zemo would think the power broker was a dude. after everyone returned maybe sharon killed the power broker for real or he’s out there hiding and we’ll see the two go at each other. that could be fun to see. as for leading sam bucky and zemo to dr nagle, sharon was playing the long game. nagle maybe was upset with her/not doing so well and she wanted to get rid of him so no one else could get the formula. or she’s already compiled his notes and decided he was a liability. leading the gang to dr nagle and defending them against the bounty hunters (remember someone had to know and send out the message after killing selby) would put her in sam’s good graces and he would get her pardoned, then she could operate outside of madripoor (maybe getting away from the original power broker). anyway i think it would be cool to see what she gets up to in the future.

The Flag Smashers

hmmm. i liked them at the start of the show. karli was young and radicalised by the life after the blip, and she wanted a better life. which is great. i know the flag smashers’ plot was a bit messed up by the pandemic and the had to rewrite some stuff, and the writer’s did a good job considering. still, i dislike how the entire flag smashers became villainized by just karli’s extreme actions. i think that she could’ve had better character development, like john walker’s, where she was out to do good and then because of the serum she became too extreme and spiraled. the first time people get killed is because of an accident. also at the end the whole thing seemed driven by karli, and rest of them were like uhh what are u doing girl. could have been better, but alright, i guess.

in future movies, i hope that we’ll see the flag smashers again. remember they were a global network (with parallels to hydra, which is like, not cool, marvel) with supporters all over the world. just because the leaders were killed off doesn’t mean the movement would stop.

John Walker

marvel’s stepping up with their villain game, which is awesome. john’s negative character development was great and quite believable, considering the way the american government treats its veterans. john likely has trauma and ptsd and a whole host of other stuff that led to his going crazy, all amplified by the serum. he’s a really good example of ‘the road to hell is paved with good intentions’. he does want to be a good person, like him saving the truck instead of going after karli showed, but that doesn’t fully redeem him. let your villains be villains marvel. let him go off, azula style. (not sure marvel is the type to let that happen, but it would be awesome to explore john’s psyche like that.)

Lemar Hoskins

*sigh* i feel like marvel let us down with this one. all the progressiveness in this show and they had to kill off the black sidekick to further the white man’s character arc. come on. i have Thoughts about this. see, this could have been an amazing opportunity to explore lemar and john’s characters. john’s spiral off the deep end, lemar having to reconcile his best friend with this guy, who is nothing like the great man he once knew. everone thinks that john is irredeemable, lemar keeps trying to get him to therapy. john goes crazy from the serum, lemar having to fight against his brother. lemar goes to bucky and asks for help, because he thinks it’s like what happened with the winter soldier thing. bucky learns to help someone he disliked because he too can see the similarities and that john does need help. in the end, john goes full evil and has to be taken down by his best friend. the parallels this would have had with the steve/bucky relationship, yall.

lol if u got this far, congrats and thanks for reading my rambles :D just out here Thinking my Thoughts

#the falcon and the winter soldier #tfatws #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sharon carter #zemo #the flag smashers #john walker #lemar hoskins

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nineteenseventeenbarnes · 4 years

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The Girl Who Cried Wolf

Pairing: CollegeAU! Steve x reader Genre: fluff Word Count: 3917 Warnings: n/a

“What the hell,” someone muttered, nudging on my foot. I groggily open my eyes to see my best friend standing at the foot of my bed. “Y/N, we’re gonna be late.”

“Oh, Steve,” I whisper, my voice hoarse and scratchy from just waking up. “You’re ready already?”

“Well, isn’t this a wonderful sight?” he teases, ignoring my question.

“Yeah, I’m a beauty, before and after bed.”

“Sure, you are,” he rolls his eyes playfully. “Get up, lazy,” Steve grabs a pillow from my bed and throws it towards me. I scowl at him and throw the pillow back, then slowly get out of bed and make my way towards the bathroom.

“Hurry up, we’re gonna be late,” I hear Steve’s muffled voice from behind the bathroom door. “Our first class starts in an hour!”

I wonder how he gets up and comes here early. Oh right, he only lives three houses down.

Exactly 15 minutes later, I emerge from the bathroom, all clean and ready for class in my blue hoodie and black jeans.

“Ready?” Steve asks me with a raised eyebrow, scanning through a novel I had left on the table.

“Yeah! Let’s head off right-"And right on cue, my stomach grumbles. I turn a light shade of pink as Steve chuckles.

"Not until you have breakfast, you’re not,” he tells me, getting up from my bed and walking towards the door, grabbing my bag on the way. “Let’s go grab a bite. We have time to spare.”

We arrive at the diner a couple of blocks away from school. We sat down at an empty booth as Wanda, my friend and the daughter of the owner the diner, comes up and takes our orders.

“Good morning, you two!” she greets, handing us menus.

“I don’t understand why you still need to give us menus. We always get the same things. ”

“Hey, buddy. Don’t be so rude,” I scolded before apologizing at Wanda.

“No worries, Y/N,” Wanda smiles before walking away, passing our orders to the chef.

“You should apologize,” I told Steve, nudging his foot with my foot. “Buck is rubbing off on you.”

“Fine,” he sighs. I shake my head and unlock my phone.

“Steve, do you have soccer practice after class?” I ask, keeping my eyes glued to the text my mom had just sent about her last-minute night shift at the hospital.

Not hearing a reply from the guy, I look up to see him staring at someone behind me.

Raising an eyebrow, I turned around to see him staring at Sharon, a freshman in school.

“You like her?” I asked him, kicking his knee.

He finally realized I was talking to him before he abruptly nodded.

“Aww, cute,” I coo sarcastically. “Isn’t she a bit out of your league?”

“What a friend you are, Y/N.” He mumbles before continuing to watching the blonde beauty.

“Why don’t you go talk to her?” Steve looks at me as if I grew an extra head.

I roll my eyes and divert my attention to Wanda, who was bringing over our pancakes and bacon.

“Ok,” Steve suddenly speaks in the middle of cutting his pancakes. “How do I talk to her?”

“Like how you’re talking to me?” I answer, looking at him weirdly.

“I mean, what do I say to her?” he asks, chuckling.

“Hmm…” I hum, taking a bite of my bacon as I thought of ways.

“Well?” he asks after a while.

“Zip it, Sherlock,” I glare at him. “I’m the one thinking here.”

Steve groans and goes back to eating. And that’s when it hit me.

“I GOT IT,” I announce, slamming my palm on to the table, and Steve puts his full attention on me. Wow, he must really like this girl. “Paper chat.”

“Paper what?” he asks, clearly confused.

“You don’t just go up and talk to her,” I explain. “You can drop a letter or a telegram of some sort down her locker.”

“Like a secret admirer?” he gives me a look, ready to reject my idea.

“Aren’t you?”

Funny how things go your way, but you end up regretting it in the long run.

Steve told me about how he decided to try my ‘weird plan,’ and it worked. Of course, it worked. If it was someone else, it wouldn’t, but this was Steve we’re talking about. He’s a senior, a soccer player, a complete gentleman to everyone except me, and not exactly bad looking. Sharon would be an idiot to turn someone like that down. Or am I just biased? He is my best friend.

“Y/N!” Steve calls from down the hall, running to where I was.

“Whoa, calm your butt down,” I laugh at the overly bright smile on his face. “What’s up?”

“I DID IT!” he cheers, hugging me.

“W-Wait, did what?” I ask him, slightly suffocating from his hug.

“The paper chat thing!” he explains, letting me go, the huge-ass smile on his face never faltering.

“Hey, good job, big guy,” I tell him, smiling. I was genuinely happy for him. He never really took an interest in girls before, so it’s a good thing he got a good response on his first try. “Tell me all about it!”

He starts telling me about how he dropped his first message. He had told her that he found her attractive and that maybe they could get some coffee together, leaving his name and locker number. Later that day, he had found a letter in his locker. It was a response from her telling him that she was interested.

“Well, good luck,” I cheer as he tells me about their plan to meet-up later that afternoon.

“Thanks, Y/N,” he grins, bringing me into another hug before moving on to his next class.

A couple of days later, I find out they were officially going out. That was fast, not that it was any of my business, though. After their café date that afternoon, Steve told me he couldn’t come over in the mornings anymore because Sharon wanted him to walk with her to school every day. I didn’t mind, I was happy for him because he did deserve the best.

He didn’t stop hanging out with me through. Sometimes, we’d have lunch together with our other friends while Sharon sat with hers. We’d hang out on weekends, and Steve would often come over for dinner every time my mom asked me where he was. Things haven’t changed, well, not yet anyway.

One day, after class, I stayed behind for majorette practice. We practiced at the edge of the soccer field, where Steve and the rest of the team were practicing. I noticed Sharon sitting by the bleachers, watching him. I was happy that she was giving him attention.

By six in the evening, the coach dismissed us. I looked over to the field to see the guys still at it, figures since they usually don’t finish until seven or eight.

My eyes landed on Sharon, who was looking at me with a scowl. I raised an eyebrow, wondering what her problem was.

“Hey, Y/N,” my friend and teammate, Maria, calls out, running over to where I stood. “Wanna walk home together?”

“Sure,” I gleefully answered. At least I wasn’t going home alone.

“Wait, do you mind if I dropped by the ladies?”

“It’s fine,” I laugh. “I’ll wait here,” I tell Maria as she dashes to the restroom.

I take out my phone and text my mom, telling her I was on my way home.

“Hey,” a snarky voice calls out. I turned around to see Sharon talking to me. She was absolutely gorgeous up close. She had long blonde hair and flawless skin. It didn’t help that her body was well proportioned as well.

“Oh, hello,” I greet her, smiling.

She rolled her eyes. “Drop the stupid act.”

“Excuse me?” I muttered, dumbfounded at what the girl had just said.

“You’re pretty pathetic for an A-list student,” she snickers.

“Do you have a problem with me?” I ask her, irritation was evident in my voice. I wasn’t going to let someone I didn’t even know talk to me like that. What kind of sick joke was this? How did Steve end up with a demon-like her?

“You keep hanging around Steve even when you know we’re going out,” she hisses. “You think you can steal him away from me, huh, whore?”

I am Y/N. I will not take shit like this.

“FYI,” I start, raising my voice. “He’s my best friend. I HAVE the right to hang out with him.” She rolls her eyes and opens her mouth to say something, but I interrupt her.

“And who said anything about stealing him from you?” I asked. “Are you that insecure?”

She gasps at my accusation. “Y-You should be the insecure one!”

“Too bad, I’m not.” I wave my hand dismissively.

“Not yet,” she mumbles, walking away. An evil smile was etched on her face as she walks back to the bleachers.

“Sorry, Y/N,” Maria yells, running over to where I stood. “Someone thought it was funny to lock the door.”

“It’s alright,” I smile a bit as we both made our way to the gate.

I didn’t take my encounter with Sharon seriously. I guess it was just something a lot of insecure girls feel when their boyfriends have girl best friends.

Nothing significant happened the next few days, and soon after, the weekend rolled in. I decided to spend my Saturday with Nat and Pepper, and we were currently on Omegle out of boredom.

“DUDE, HOW HORNY ARE THESE PEOPLE?” Nat exclaims, followed by fits of laughter as Pepper disconnects the current conversation.

“This website corrupts minds,” Pepper mumbles, chatting with the next person as I nod in agreement.

“Hey, Y/N,” Nat suddenly calls out. “How’s Steve and that chick?”

“I’m not sure,” I tell her after thinking about it.

“And how are you and Bucky?” Pepper asks in a cheeky tone, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Hey, nothing is going on between us, ok?” I mumble, throwing a pillow at Pepper.

“Can’t blame us for asking,” Nat defends. “You two are cute together!”

“Well, I happen to think Steve and Y/N are cute together, too!” Pepper adds as Nat nods in agreement.

“We should-" Nat gets cut off as Steve storms into my room, a frown on his face.

"Oh, hi, Steve,” Pepper greets, not noticing the look on his face. She didn’t, but Nat did.

“Uhh, that’s our cue to leave,” Nat whispers, grabbing Pepper and leaving my room. Great.

“Hey, Steve,” I stand up, approaching him. “What’s up?”

“What’s up?” he asks in disbelief, repeating my words. “You tell me what’s up, Y/N.”

“I don’t follow,” I answer, frowning.

“Sharon told me,” he started. “About what you said to her.”

“I didn’t say anything to her, though…” I answer, trailing off as I realized what he was talking about.

“So you did,” he snickers, a scowl on his face. “I can’t believe you, Y/N! You of all people!”

“Please enlighten me,” I tell him, crossing my arms, anger boiling. I hated it when people accused me of doing something. “What exactly did I do?”

“Sharon told me you confronted her and were saying mean things to her,” he said. “I thought you supported me, Y/N. I thought you were happy for me.”

“Steve,” I groaned. “I am, ok?” I didn’t know how to tell him that his girlfriend had just lied to him.

“Then explain it to me, Y/N,” he sighed, sitting on the chair by my desk.

“She came up to me first,” I explained. “She was telling me about how I was spending too much time with you or something.”

Steve scoffs. He freaking scoffs. Lord.

“You know what,” I stand up. “I don’t know why you even bothered to ask for an explanation when you won’t even believe me.”

“I thought maybe you wouldn’t make stuff up and give me a good explanation,” he shakes his head. “Unbelievable.”

That was it.

“No, Steve,” I shout. “YOU’RE unbelievable. I can’t even look at you right now.”

“Well then, you won’t have to anymore,” he mumbles and walks out the door, slamming it in the process.

I plop on my bed and scream into my pillow. How will I fix this mess? Steve and I have never really argued before, let alone have someone come between us.

Since that day, Steve and I haven’t spoken to each other. Not when we passed by each other, not when he spoke to my friends and I spoke to his.

Our friends knew something had happened, but didn’t bother asking. Steve had started to spend more time with Sharon, even cutting the time he spends with his friends. But hey, who was I to judge.

Two weeks later, on a Wednesday morning, I was walking down the hallway to the cafeteria. On the way, I bumped into Bucky. He was one of Steve’s closest friends and my classmate back in kindergarten. We were pretty close, well, unfortunately, to the point where Nat and Pepper would ship us.

“Hello, Y/N,” he grins, hugging me. I chuckle and hug him back.

“Hey, Buck. What’s up?”

“Not much,” he chuckled. “How are you?”

“Ok, what’s up with the awkward talk?” I joked.

“I’m trying to be nice,” he tells me, feigning hurt.

“You are, ok?” I assure him, playing along.

“Did you hear?” he suddenly asks me. I give him a look, clearly showing that I wasn’t sure. “About Steve and Sharon?”

“That they’re together?” I asked. “Of course, it’s old-”

“No,” he cut me off. “They broke up.”

“Oh,” was all I said. Was I supposed to be happy? Either way, Steve and I weren’t on speaking terms anymore.

We bade each other goodbye, and I continued making my way to the cafeteria. I grabbed a tray and got lunch, making my way towards our usual spot. Perks of being a senior.

On the way, I passed by Steve, sitting at a table with his friends. I took a glance and noticed the dark circles under his eyes. He looked stressed out as he picked on his lunch.

He looked up and we met eyes for one second before I pretended not to see him and continued walking.

I plopped myself on a seat beside Nat as she and Pepper converse about something that happened in their class. Wanda, who sat across me, was texting on her phone.

“Did you hear?” Pepper suddenly asks us. Leave it to Pep to hear about the things going on. “Steve and the chick broke up.”

“No way,” Nat gasped. “Already?”

“Yeah,” Pepper nodded. “I heard she cheated on him.”

My eyes widened in shock. How horrible could that girl be?

“Damn,” Wanda mumbles, shaking her head.

Pepper glanced at me, knowing she was silently asking if Steve and I made up yet. I gave her a small smile and shook my head.

After class, I decided to go home instead of hanging out with Nat and the others - I was tired and I had tons of homework to do. On my way to the campus entrance, I see Steve standing there, leaning on the gate. He looks at me as I get closer. Trying to ignore him, I walk right past him until he grabs my wrist.

“No hello?” he lightly jokes, a small smile on his face. I pull my wrist out of his grip and ask him what he wanted.

“I…” he mumbles. “I just wanted to apologize about the other day.”

“It’s too late for that, Steve,” I shake my head. Is he only apologizing now? After he loses her?

“You were right,” he tells me, laughing sadly. “How could I be so stupid? Why did I choose some girl over my friend? My best friend, none the less.”

“Exactly,” I whisper, my words coming out harshly. “You believed the words of some girl instead of mine.” He drops his head in shame.

Shaking my head, I leave him there and continued walking. I tried to blink away the tears that were threatening to fall but failed miserably. Two blocks later, I found myself a bench to sit on and cry my heart out for the first time since the whole incident.

The day after my encounter with Steve, I receive a text from Bucky, telling me to meet him after class. We decided to meet at the café across campus. I wonder what he needed to talk to me about, it seemed pretty urgent.

The door squeaked as I opened it, walking in. The smell of freshly brewed coffee hit me as I looked around for Bucky. He sat at a booth in the far corner of the café, sipping his drink. I made my way over and sat down.

“Hey, Y/N,” he smiles. I smiled back.

“What did you need me for?” I ask him, straight to the point.

“Steve told me about your… Well, argument yesterday,” he says. I nod, telling him to continue.

“You know what, Y/N? I think you’re both pretty stupid and dense,” Bucky chuckles and I open my mouth to say something, but he stops me. “Just listen to me first, ok?”

“Fine,” I grumble.

“I know, you and Steve are best friends and I come second to Steve and all, which isn’t my point, but… You two have been through a lot and made memories together. Heck, you two are sometimes inseparable. Doesn’t that…” he trails off.

“Doesn’t that what?” I ask him, raising an eyebrow. “What are you trying to say, buddy?”

“That maybe you two have been too blind to see that you two were practically together already,” he finishes.

I laugh loudly, waiting for him to join me and tell me he was just kidding, but he doesn’t. I stop laughing and look at him to see he was serious.

“Steve might be a bit slow, but I’m not.”

“What do you mean, Buck?"

"Just stop it, Y/N,” he chuckles. “I know you’re in love with him.”

I couldn’t reply. I just stared at him, wondering how he got it all figured out. I knew I hid it well. So well, not even Nat or Pepper had an idea.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I quickly blurt out.

“I don’t know why you never made a move,” Bucky says, crossing his arms and disregarding what I had just said.

“We just weren’t meant to be, ok?” I finally admit in a whisper.

“You never even tried,” he mumbled. “Steve is dense. Very dense. You should talk to him.”

I don’t answer him and he knows I won’t say anything anymore.

“I’m not telling you to forgive him for what he did,” he adds. “I just want my two friends to be happy.”

“Think about it, Y/N” he gives me a small smile, patting my head, and walking out.

As I got home, Bucky’s words continued echoing in my head.

Was he right? Was I supposed to tell Steve? How would he react? Am I supposed to apologize, or am I supposed to accept his apology? These questions kept bothering me and I didn’t know how to answer any of them.

If I asked Pep, Nat, or Wanda for advice, they’d tell me to straight-up approach him, slam him on the wall and kiss him, and they’d be pretty dead serious, too. That is not an option right now.

Groaning, I sat up and decided to watch some television, staring at the screen, not caring what show was on. My mind was too busy thinking about someone. And just as I was about to switch the channel, my phone vibrated, indicating that I got a text.

FROM: Steve #1 We need to talk. Please talk to me, Y/N.

Staring at the screen, my fingers froze, not knowing how to reply. I thought about what Bucky said and after a long minute, I finally got the guts to respond.

TO: Steve #1 Fine. Only 10 minutes. Park down the street in 5.

I stood in the middle of the grassy field of the park under a streetlight. Kicking pebbles, I thought about what I would say to Steve once he arrived. And of course, speaking of the devil, I could hear him approaching.

“Hey,” he greets softly, his voice barely audible, but I caught the words anyway.

“Hey,” I greeted back, and then there was dead air.

“So,” Steve says after clearing his throat. Were we always this awkward? “Thanks for coming.”

“Sure,” I answer him, eyes glued to the grass on the ground.

“Look,” Steve starts. “I’m sorry, ok? I know I did wrong. I can’t believe I hurt my own best friend.”

“You got that right,” I mumble.

“I was a dick. Well, I chose my dick over my head, and it’s all my fault.”

“Steve, keep it rated PG.” I roll my eyes, knowing that line was probably taught to him by Bucky.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles. “I was speaking to Bucky earlier and he suggested that since I couldn’t think of a better figure of speech.”

“Anyway,” he continues. “You might not be considering forgiving me, but I’ll make it up to you for the rest of my life, I promise.”

“Rest of your life,” I repeat. “That’s a long time.”

“Exactly how I intend it to be.”

“I don’t understand,” I tell him, finally looking up to meet his eyes as my eyebrows scrunch up in confusion.

Steve steps closer, grabbing my hands, a gasp escaping my lips as I try to push myself away.

“A long time, Y/N,” he whispers. “That’s how long I want us to be together.”

“We’re not together, Steve” I remind him, trying to escape is grasp only to have him hold my hand tighter.

“Y/N, I was stupid,” he looks me straight in the eyes. “I had to take a beating to realize that maybe my heart belonged to you all along.”

“Steve,” I gasp.

“Please, Y/N, give me a chance,” he begs, he looked vulnerable right now. “I’ll make it right.”

“I don’t know, Steve,” I whisper, looking away. I couldn’t handle this anymore. Was he confessing to me? A million thoughts were running through my mind.

“Then tell me you don’t feel the same way,” he whispers back.

“I-I…”

“I know you do, Y/N, I can feel it,” he tugs on my clenched palms.

“I- I don’t want to get hurt,” I finally admit.

“You won’t,” he promises. “I’ll never hurt you again.” he pulls me forward and into an embrace, this time, I don’t resist.

“I love you, Y/N,” he whispers, kissing my forehead.

“I love you too, idiot.”

This was it, the secret I kept away from the world for so long was revealed and it ended well.

Thank you, Steve.

And they lived happily ever after.

For now.

[Somewhere…]

“Do you think he finally confessed to her, too?” Nat asked the two in front of her.

“Probably,” Bucky shrugs, popping another gummy bear into his mouth.

“That boy,” Nat shakes her head. “I had to knock some sense into him before he realized his feelings.”

“Same goes for Y/N,” Bucky follows, shaking his head as well. “For a smart girl, Y/N is pretty slow, too.”

“Aww,” Pepper coos. “You two are like the Cupid couple. You two should get together.”

“Eww!” both of them shout at the same time.

#steve rogers fanfic #avengers fanfic #marvel fanfic #captain america fanfic #steve x reader #steve rogers x reader

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cottoncandyloki · 5 years

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Sketches of my Love // oneshot

Pairing: Loki x Female reader + Avengers in the background

Word count: 1635 words

Warning: I don’t think it’s ANGST??? But reader cries at one point but only for a short period of time. Either than that, it’s all fluffy.

Summary: Reader is in love with Loki secretly and Loki finds out after a file mix up.

Authors Note: I got so SOFT writing this! Probably because I wrote a great amount of it a 3 am lol but enjoy! <3

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"You’re absolutely ridiculous!," y/n said to Loki while playfully shoving him. "What? All I’m saying is that the solution to that problem is just stabbing the guy!" said Loki while chuckling. "Loki, you can’t just stab someone whenever you feel like it. All he did was sit in my spot so I went and sat somewhere else." "Well, if you want, I have a spare knife," said Loki. Y/n chuckled. "I’ll pass. It’s getting late, are you going to bed?" "Maybe later, I need to finish my book," Loki said grabbing his book off of the coffee table. Y/n loved seeing Loki read. Whenever Loki started reading, he looked peaceful. Vulnerable. It made him seem less mischievous. In fact, y/n loved anything Loki did. She and Loki were friends for years and she was always happy around him. Y/n started to fall for him, but she could never let him know because she didn’t want to ruin what they had. Ever since what happened in New York, y/n and Loki got close after she was hired to look after Loki in his cell. She had promoted to full time and she and Loki have been inseparable ever since.Y/n wished Loki goodnight and headed off to her room.

Her room was right across from the living room so she could see Loki reading perfectly.

Y/n took out her sketch book and started sketching her view of Loki. She had quite a few drawings of him doing various things, but Loki reading was her favourite.

For almost and hour she was sketching away drawing all kinds of thick and thin lines and made sure everything from the hair all the way down to his clothes was drawn to perfection. Finally finishing she looked at her work and smiled at it [see image below]

"Number 15," she said as she wrote on the paper and put it in her journal. Y/n was getting tired and put her journal on her nightstand and went off to sleep.

The next morning, Tony called a meeting with the Avengers. Loki being tired, was still asleep. Everyone sat around the table as Tony and Steve were standing in front of them. "Before we start, y/n, do you have that file I asked you to print out?" Tony questioned. "I left it up in my room. I think Bruce is still upstairs so I’ll text him and ask him to get it."

As soon as he saw your message, Bruce collected the file and made his way into the room where all the Avengers were. "I think I got the file, y/n," Bruce said handing the file over to Tony. That file looked too similar to another one that she had. Y/n's heart dropped. "Bruce where did you get that file?." "From your night sta-". "WOAH is this reindeer games?!" Tony said interuppting. Y/n turned bright red. "Man he sure does look peaceful when he’s reading. Look Cap! I think he’s listening to music in this one." Steve looked through the folder with Tony and everyone started crowding around to look at the sketches. "Tony! GIVE IT BACK!” Y/n said snatching the folder back. Tony's grip was too strong and Y/n's hands were too fast and the folder ripped in two. Tears immediately started running down her face.

"WHATS WITH ALL THE NOISE?!" Loki said as he was barging in the room. "Can’t I get some SLEEP?" Loki turned to y/n and saw her tear stained cheeks. "Y/n... are you alright?" Y/n ran past Loki taking her ripped folder with her as she ran up to her room. Loki quickly followed and was stopped in front of Y/n's locked door. "Y/n darling, is everything alright?" "Yes, now don’t come in." Loki was never one to listen, so he teleported himself inside. "You don’t look 'alright'." In front of him sat Y/n clenching on her drawings with tears staining her cheeks and shirt as she was slouching on her bed. "I told you to not come in." "Darling, you’ve known me for years and you should know that I don’t listen by now. Now can you please tell me what’s going on?" Y/n shook her head in disapproval and slowly started hiding the drawings behind her back. Nothing gets past Loki. "What are you doing?" "Uhh, nothing," y/n said shyly. Loki teleported behind y/n and took the folder. "Hey!" y/n yelled. "I’m the only trickster here, darling," Loki said smirking. Loki opened up the ripped folder. "What is this? Is this...me?" Y/n's face started to flush. "I uh... I can explain... it’s um." "This is... this is BEAUTIFUL," Loki said smiling widely. "I-it is?" "Darling this is incredible! No one ever gets my hair right.I didn’t know you had such talent...but they’re torn?" "Tony..." y/n said quietly. "Shall I stab him for you?" "NO don’t do that.I’m not mad at him.He just wanted to look."Loki started flipping through the drawings and smiling at each one. "All of these drawings are of me. Why aren’t there any drawing of the others. Stark? Thor? Bruce?" Y/n sighed. The biggest smirk grew on Loki’s face. He had a plan.

Loki slowly put the drawings down and inched closer towards y/n. Y/n froze. Loki then took a strand of her hair and tucked in behind her ear and let his hand rest there as he was looking deep into her eyes. "How does this make you feel?" he said not braking his gaze. At this point, Y/n's heart was racing like mad. She had a lump in her throat that she couldn’t seem to swallow and she felt like she was going to pass out. Loki resting his hand on top of hers wasn’t making the situation any better. "Well?" He said waiting for her response. "I umm... it’s umm... you’re um..." “You should’ve just told me, darling," Loki said removing his hands away from her. Y/n let out a big sigh of relief. "I have no idea what you’re talking about." "You DO know who you’re lying to right?" Loki said chuckling. "Not telling me the truth? Unwise." Now Loki held y/n's hand and used his thumb to make small circles on it. He got even closer until his voice was as quiet as a whisper. "Darling, do you want to try that again?" At this point, y/n felt like she couldn’t even breathe anymore and she knew that Loki was having too much fun with this. "Forget it," she said as she freed herself from Loki’s grasp and started to storm off with her drawings. Loki rolled his eyes.He then teleported infront of her barely letting her stop and held her face and kissed her. Y/n didn’t know how to deal with what had just happened so she quickly walked past Loki. "You know that I’m in love with you too right?," he yelled as he was smiling. Y/n stopped walking and turned around to face him, face flushed and staring at the ground. "Y-You do?" She said nervously. "I see that you admit it," Loki said smirking. "You’re stupid," y/n said while shoving Loki. "I’m what?" he said in a confused tone. "Stupid," y/n said. "Oh, you’re going to PAY for that," Loki said in a teasing tone.

He then teleported y/n and himself back to her room. "Hey what are you-" y/n was interuppted by Loki swinging her off the ground and throwing her on the bed and hitting her with a pillow repeatedly. "ALRIGHT ALRIGHT YOU WIN," she said as she was laughing. "Darling, I already won when I met you," Loki said smiling. Y/n turned red once again. Loki chuckled. "Here, give me those," Loki said gesturing towards y/n telling her to give him the drawings. Loki then use his magic to seal the rips of each drawing making them look like new. He then gave the drawings back to y/n with the biggest smile. "If you ever want to draw me again, love, tell me. I’ll be willing to model for you at anytime." Y/n smiled at Loki and gave him a hug.

"Great job reindeer games!" said Tony alongside the rest of the avengers leaning against y/n's doorframe. "Stark?! How long have you been there?” Loki said in a shocked tone. "5 minutes give or take, ever since you started hitting y/n with pillows." "I liked the part where you said that you won the day you met her, good job brother!" Thor said smiling with a thumbs up. Loki turned red as he rolled his eyes and y/n started to giggle. "I got the popcorn!" Said Peter rushing to the door, "Aw man! It’s over?" “Alright! Everybody out!," Loki said shoo-ing everyone away, “there’s nothing to see here!" He then shut the door locking everyone out. "Okay darling, now where were we?" Loki turning around to see y/n quickly sketching. "What are you drawing, love?" Y/n then picked up her book and turned it around to show Loki. "It’s you yelling at the Avengers!" y/n said excitedly. Loki laughed at the sight. "You managed to even capture the fear in my brother's eyes." Loki then paused."When you’re done with that... c-can I have it?" "Sure,why?" "It’s to remind me about the day I told you that I was in love with you," Loki said smiling at y/n. Y/n nodded and continued sketching with Loki by her side. She wouldn’t have wanted to spend her evening any other way.

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nineteenseventeenbarnes00 · 5 years

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THE GIRL WHO CRIED WOLF

Pairing: CollegeAU! Steve x reader Genre: fluff Word Count: 3917 Warnings: n/a

"What the hell," someone muttered, nudging on my foot. I groggily open my eyes to see my best friend standing at the foot of my bed. "Y/N, we're gonna be late."

"Oh, Steve," I whisper, my voice hoarse and scratchy from just waking up. "You're ready already?"

"Well, isn't this a wonderful sight?" he teases, ignoring my question.

"Yeah, I'm a beauty, before and after bed."

"Sure, you are," he rolls his eyes playfully. "Get up, lazy," Steve grabs a pillow from my bed and throws it towards me. I scowl at him and throw the pillow back, then slowly get out of bed and make my way towards the bathroom.

"Hurry up, we're gonna be late," I hear Steve's muffled voice from behind the bathroom door. "Our first class starts in an hour!"

I wonder how he gets up and comes here early. Oh right, he only lives three houses down.

Exactly 15 minutes later, I emerge from the bathroom, all clean and ready for class in my blue hoodie and black jeans.

"Ready?" Steve asks me with a raised eyebrow, scanning through a novel I had left on the table.

"Yeah! Let's head off right-"And right on cue, my stomach grumbles. I turn a light shade of pink as Steve chuckles.

"Not until you have breakfast, you're not," he tells me, getting up from my bed and walking towards the door, grabbing my bag on the way. "Let's go grab a bite. We have time to spare."

We arrive at the diner a couple of blocks away from school. We sat down at an empty booth as Wanda, my friend and the daughter of the owner the diner, comes up and takes our orders.

"Good morning, you two!" she greets, handing us menus.

"I don't understand why you still need to give us menus. We always get the same things. "

"Hey, buddy. Don't be so rude," I scolded before apologizing at Wanda.

"No worries, Y/N," Wanda smiles before walking away, passing our orders to the chef.

"You should apologize," I told Steve, nudging his foot with my foot. "Buck is rubbing off on you."

"Fine," he sighs. I shake my head and unlock my phone.

"Steve, do you have soccer practice after class?" I ask, keeping my eyes glued to the text my mom had just sent about her last-minute night shift at the hospital.

Not hearing a reply from the guy, I look up to see him staring at someone behind me.

Raising an eyebrow, I turned around to see him staring at Sharon, a freshman in school.

"You like her?" I asked him, kicking his knee.

He finally realized I was talking to him before he abruptly nodded.

"Aww, cute," I coo sarcastically. "Isn't she a bit out of your league?"

"What a friend you are, Y/N." He mumbles before continuing to watching the blonde beauty.

"Why don't you go talk to her?" Steve looks at me as if I grew an extra head.

I roll my eyes and divert my attention to Wanda, who was bringing over our pancakes and bacon.

"Ok," Steve suddenly speaks in the middle of cutting his pancakes. "How do I talk to her?"

"Like how you're talking to me?" I answer, looking at him weirdly.

"I mean, what do I say to her?" he asks, chuckling.

"Hmm…" I hum, taking a bite of my bacon as I thought of ways.

"Well?" he asks after a while.

"Zip it, Sherlock," I glare at him. "I'm the one thinking here."

Steve groans and goes back to eating. And that's when it hit me.

"I GOT IT," I announce, slamming my palm on to the table, and Steve puts his full attention on me. Wow, he must really like this girl. "Paper chat."

"Paper what?" he asks, clearly confused.

"You don't just go up and talk to her," I explain. "You can drop a letter or a telegram of some sort down her locker."

"Like a secret admirer?" he gives me a look, ready to reject my idea.

"Aren't you?"

Funny how things go your way, but you end up regretting it in the long run.

Steve told me about how he decided to try my 'weird plan,' and it worked. Of course, it worked. If it was someone else, it wouldn't, but this was Steve we're talking about. He's a senior, a soccer player, a complete gentleman to everyone except me, and not exactly bad looking. Sharon would be an idiot to turn someone like that down. Or am I just biased? He is my best friend.

"Y/N!" Steve calls from down the hall, running to where I was.

"Whoa, calm your butt down," I laugh at the overly bright smile on his face. "What's up?"

"I DID IT!" he cheers, hugging me.

"W-Wait, did what?" I ask him, slightly suffocating from his hug.

"The paper chat thing!" he explains, letting me go, the huge-ass smile on his face never faltering.

"Hey, good job, big guy," I tell him, smiling. I was genuinely happy for him. He never really took an interest in girls before, so it's a good thing he got a good response on his first try. "Tell me all about it!"

"Well, good luck," I cheer as he tells me about their plan to meet-up later that afternoon.

"Thanks, Y/N," he grins, bringing me into another hug before moving on to his next class.

A couple of days later, I find out they were officially going out. That was fast, not that it was any of my business, though. After their café date that afternoon, Steve told me he couldn't come over in the mornings anymore because Sharon wanted him to walk with her to school every day. I didn't mind, I was happy for him because he did deserve the best.

He didn't stop hanging out with me through. Sometimes, we'd have lunch together with our other friends while Sharon sat with hers. We'd hang out on weekends, and Steve would often come over for dinner every time my mom asked me where he was. Things haven't changed, well, not yet anyway.

By six in the evening, the coach dismissed us. I looked over to the field to see the guys still at it, figures since they usually don't finish until seven or eight.

My eyes landed on Sharon, who was looking at me with a scowl. I raised an eyebrow, wondering what her problem was.

"Hey, Y/N," my friend and teammate, Maria, calls out, running over to where I stood. "Wanna walk home together?"

"Sure," I gleefully answered. At least I wasn't going home alone.

"Wait, do you mind if I dropped by the ladies?"

"It's fine," I laugh. "I'll wait here," I tell Maria as she dashes to the restroom.

I take out my phone and text my mom, telling her I was on my way home.

"Hey," a snarky voice calls out. I turned around to see Sharon talking to me. She was absolutely gorgeous up close. She had long blonde hair and flawless skin. It didn't help that her body was well proportioned as well.

"Oh, hello," I greet her, smiling.

She rolled her eyes. "Drop the stupid act."

"Excuse me?" I muttered, dumbfounded at what the girl had just said.

"You're pretty pathetic for an A-list student," she snickers.

"Do you have a problem with me?" I ask her, irritation was evident in my voice. I wasn't going to let someone I didn't even know talk to me like that. What kind of sick joke was this? How did Steve end up with a demon-like her?

"You keep hanging around Steve even when you know we're going out," she hisses. "You think you can steal him away from me, huh, whore?"

I am Y/N. I will not take shit like this.

"FYI," I start, raising my voice. "He's my best friend. I HAVE the right to hang out with him." She rolls her eyes and opens her mouth to say something, but I interrupt her.

"And who said anything about stealing him from you?" I asked. "Are you that insecure?"

She gasps at my accusation. "Y-You should be the insecure one!"

"Too bad, I'm not." I wave my hand dismissively.

"Not yet," she mumbles, walking away. An evil smile was etched on her face as she walks back to the bleachers.

"Sorry, Y/N," Maria yells, running over to where I stood. "Someone thought it was funny to lock the door."

"It's alright," I smile a bit as we both made our way to the gate.

I didn't take my encounter with Sharon seriously. I guess it was just something a lot of insecure girls feel when their boyfriends have girl best friends.

Nothing significant happened the next few days, and soon after, the weekend rolled in. I decided to spend my Saturday with Nat and Pepper, and we were currently on Omegle out of boredom.

"DUDE, HOW HORNY ARE THESE PEOPLE?" Nat exclaims, followed by fits of laughter as Pepper disconnects the current conversation.

"This website corrupts minds," Pepper mumbles, chatting with the next person as I nod in agreement.

"Hey, Y/N," Nat suddenly calls out. "How’s Steve and that chick?"

"I'm not sure," I tell her after thinking about it.

"And how are you and Bucky?" Pepper asks in a cheeky tone, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Hey, nothing is going on between us, ok?" I mumble, throwing a pillow at Pepper.

"Can't blame us for asking," Nat defends. "You two are cute together!"

"Well, I happen to think Steve and Y/N are cute together, too!" Pepper adds as Nat nods in agreement.

"We should-"Nat gets cut off as Steve storms into my room, a frown on his face.

"Oh, hi, Steve," Pepper greets, not noticing the look on his face. She didn't, but Nat did.

"Uhh, that's our cue to leave," Nat whispers, grabbing Pepper and leaving my room. Great.

"Hey, Steve," I stand up, approaching him. "What's up?"

"What's up?" he asks in disbelief, repeating my words. "You tell me what's up, Y/N."

"I don't follow," I answer, frowning.

"Sharon told me," he started. "About what you said to her."

"I didn't say anything to her, though…" I answer, trailing off as I realized what he was talking about.

"So you did," he snickers, a scowl on his face. "I can't believe you, Y/N! You of all people!"

"Please enlighten me," I tell him, crossing my arms, anger boiling. I hated it when people accused me of doing something. "What exactly did I do?"

"Sharon told me you confronted her and were saying mean things to her," he said. "I thought you supported me, Y/N. I thought you were happy for me."

"Steve," I groaned. "I am, ok?" I didn't know how to tell him that his girlfriend had just lied to him.

"Then explain it to me, Y/N," he sighed, sitting on the chair by my desk.

"She came up to me first," I explained. "She was telling me about how I was spending too much time with you or something."

Steve scoffs. He freaking scoffs. Lord.

"You know what," I stand up. "I don't know why you even bothered to ask for an explanation when you won't even believe me."

"I thought maybe you wouldn't make stuff up and give me a good explanation," he shakes his head. "Unbelievable."

That was it.

"No, Steve," I shout. "YOU'RE unbelievable. I can't even look at you right now."

"Well then, you won't have to anymore," he mumbles and walks out the door, slamming it in the process.

I plop on my bed and scream into my pillow. How will I fix this mess? Steve and I have never really argued before, let alone have someone come between us.

Since that day, Steve and I haven't spoken to each other. Not when we passed by each other, not when he spoke to my friends and I spoke to his.

Our friends knew something had happened, but didn't bother asking. Steve had started to spend more time with Sharon, even cutting the time he spends with his friends. But hey, who was I to judge.

Two weeks later, on a Wednesday morning, I was walking down the hallway to the cafeteria. On the way, I bumped into Bucky. He was one of Steve's closest friends and my classmate back in kindergarten. We were pretty close, well, unfortunately, to the point where Nat and Pepper would ship us.

"Hello, Y/N," he grins, hugging me. I chuckle and hug him back.

"Hey, Buck. What's up?"

"Not much," he chuckled. "How are you?"

"Ok, what's up with the awkward talk?" I joked.

"I'm trying to be nice," he tells me, feigning hurt.

"You are, ok?" I assure him, playing along.

"Did you hear?" he suddenly asks me. I give him a look, clearly showing that I wasn't sure. "About Steve and Sharon?"

"That they're together?" I asked. "Of course, it's old-"

"No," he cut me off. "They broke up."

"Oh," was all I said. Was I supposed to be happy? Either way, Steve and I weren't on speaking terms anymore.

We bade each other goodbye, and I continued making my way to the cafeteria. I grabbed a tray and got lunch, making my way towards our usual spot. Perks of being a senior.

On the way, I passed by Steve, sitting at a table with his friends. I took a glance and noticed the dark circles under his eyes. He looked stressed out as he picked on his lunch.

He looked up and we met eyes for one second before I pretended not to see him and continued walking.

I plopped myself on a seat beside Nat as she and Pepper converse about something that happened in their class. Wanda, who sat across me, was texting on her phone.

"Did you hear?" Pepper suddenly asks us. Leave it to Pep to hear about the things going on. "Steve and the chick broke up."

"No way," Nat gasped. "Already?"

"Yeah," Pepper nodded. "I heard she cheated on him."

My eyes widened in shock. How horrible could that girl be?

"Damn," Wanda mumbles, shaking her head.

Pepper glanced at me, knowing she was silently asking if Steve and I made up yet. I gave her a small smile and shook my head.

"No hello?" he lightly jokes, a small smile on his face. I pull my wrist out of his grip and ask him what he wanted.

"I…" he mumbles. "I just wanted to apologize about the other day."

"It's too late for that, Steve," I shake my head. Is he only apologizing now? After he loses her?

"You were right," he tells me, laughing sadly. "How could I be so stupid? Why did I choose some girl over my friend? My best friend, none the less."

"Exactly," I whisper, my words coming out harshly. "You believed the words of some girl instead of mine." He drops his head in shame.

"Hey, Y/N," he smiles. I smiled back.

"What did you need me for?" I ask him, straight to the point.

"Steve told me about your… Well, argument yesterday," he says. I nod, telling him to continue.

"You know what, Y/N? I think you're both pretty stupid and dense," Bucky chuckles and I open my mouth to say something, but he stops me. "Just listen to me first, ok?"

"Fine," I grumble.

"I know, you and Steve are best friends and I come second to Steve and all, which isn't my point, but… You two have been through a lot and made memories together. Heck, you two are sometimes inseparable. Doesn't that…" he trails off.

"Doesn't that what?" I ask him, raising an eyebrow. "What are you trying to say, buddy?"

"That maybe you two have been too blind to see that you two were practically together already," he finishes.

I laugh loudly, waiting for him to join me and tell me he was just kidding, but he doesn't. I stop laughing and look at him to see he was serious.

"Steve might be a bit slow, but I'm not."

"What do you mean, Buck?"

"Just stop it, Y/N," he chuckles. "I know you're in love with him."

I couldn't reply. I just stared at him, wondering how he got it all figured out. I knew I hid it well. So well, not even Nat or Pepper had an idea.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I quickly blurt out.

"I don't know why you never made a move," Bucky says, crossing his arms and disregarding what I had just said.

"We just weren't meant to be, ok?" I finally admit in a whisper.

"You never even tried," he mumbled. "Steve is dense. Very dense. You should talk to him."

I don't answer him and he knows I won't say anything anymore.

"I'm not telling you to forgive him for what he did," he adds. "I just want my two friends to be happy."

"Think about it, Y/N" he gives me a small smile, patting my head, and walking out.

As I got home, Bucky's words continued echoing in my head.

Was he right? Was I supposed to tell Steve? How would he react? Am I supposed to apologize, or am I supposed to accept his apology? These questions kept bothering me and I didn't know how to answer any of them.

If I asked Pep, Nat, or Wanda for advice, they'd tell me to straight-up approach him, slam him on the wall and kiss him, and they'd be pretty dead serious, too. That is not an option right now.

FROM: Steve #1

We need to talk. Please talk to me, Y/N.

Staring at the screen, my fingers froze, not knowing how to reply. I thought about what Bucky said and after a long minute, I finally got the guts to respond.

TO: Steve #1

Fine. Only 10 minutes. Park down the street in 5.

"Hey," he greets softly, his voice barely audible, but I caught the words anyway.

"Hey," I greeted back, and then there was dead air.

"So," Steve says after clearing his throat. Were we always this awkward? "Thanks for coming."

"Sure," I answer him, eyes glued to the grass on the ground.

"Look," Steve starts. "I'm sorry, ok? I know I did wrong. I can't believe I hurt my own best friend."

"You got that right," I mumble.

"I was a dick. Well, I chose my dick over my head, and it's all my fault."

"Steve, keep it rated PG." I roll my eyes, knowing that line was probably taught to him by Bucky.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles. "I was speaking to Bucky earlier and he suggested that since I couldn't think of a better figure of speech."

"Anyway," he continues. "You might not be considering forgiving me, but I'll make it up to you for the rest of my life, I promise."

"Rest of your life," I repeat. "That's a long time."

"Exactly how I intend it to be."

"I don't understand," I tell him, finally looking up to meet his eyes as my eyebrows scrunch up in confusion.

Steve steps closer, grabbing my hands, a gasp escaping my lips as I try to push myself away.

"A long time, Y/N," he whispers. "That's how long I want us to be together."

"We're not together, Steve" I remind him, trying to escape is grasp only to have him hold my hand tighter.

"Y/N, I was stupid," he looks me straight in the eyes. "I had to take a beating to realize that maybe my heart belonged to you all along."

"Steve," I gasp.

"Please, Y/N, give me a chance," he begs, he looked vulnerable right now. "I'll make it right."

"I don't know, Steve," I whisper, looking away. I couldn't handle this anymore. Was he confessing to me? A million thoughts were running through my mind.

"Then tell me you don't feel the same way," he whispers back.

"I-I…"

"I know you do, Y/N, I can feel it," he tugs on my clenched palms.

"I- I don't want to get hurt," I finally admit.

"You won't," he promises. "I'll never hurt you again." he pulls me forward and into an embrace, this time, I don't resist.

"I love you, Y/N," he whispers, kissing my forehead.

"I love you too, idiot."

This was it, the secret I kept away from the world for so long was revealed and it ended well.

Thank you, Steve.

And they lived happily ever after.

For now.

[Somewhere…]

"Do you think he finally confessed to her, too?" Nat asked the two in front of her.

"Probably," Bucky shrugs, popping another gummy bear into his mouth.

"That boy," Nat shakes her head. "I had to knock some sense into him before he realized his feelings."

"Same goes for Y/N," Bucky follows, shaking his head as well. "For a smart girl, Y/N is pretty slow, too."

"Aww," Pepper coos. "You two are like the Cupid couple. You two should get together."

"Eww!" both of them shout at the same time.

The End.

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A/N i don’t hate Sharon in any way, i just thought i’d use her to minimize creating new characters haha

#marvel #steve rogers x reader #captain america x reader #steve x reader #steve x you #chris evans x you #chris evans x reader #stevexreader #stevexyou

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Fate Changes, People Don’t

Pre-serum Steve Bucky Barnes X Reader She waited until they arrived back at her home to attack him with hugs and kisses, praising him for getting the tickets and promising cookies and other treats when they got inside. a/n:i absolutely ADORE preserum Steve, so I’ve been wanting to write a fic like this for a while, feedback is much appreciated! warnings:anxiety, depression, sassy af Steve

Steve wasn’t entirely sure how he’d managed to end up at the bar, it definitely wasn’t his own idea, and it wasn’t Y/N’s either. Bucky, of course. If it ever involved either of his friends, Steve would jump at the chance. Only now, was he seriously regretting ever saying yes to going out to the bar.

“C’mon, Stevie, just one drink!” Bucky was pleading with the smaller man, holding out a beer to him.

“Buck, I’m the one driving us home, I can’t really drink.” Steve was adamant that he stayed sober, every single time they went out.

He wasn’t having it though, insisting the blonde have at least one drink before the night was over. Steve sneakily pushed the beer over to where Y/N was sitting, who pushed it down the bar towards Clint. He happily took it, drinking down the hoppy taste without a care in the world, while Bucky was none the wiser.

“Alright, I think it’s time we all went home.” Steve stood up from the chair, pulling on his jacket while Y/N pulled on her own.

Bucky was off flirting with a girl up at the bar, using his charm to get her back home in his bed, so typical.

“Can we please get going? I have to work in the morning, and Y/N’s going out to visit her parents.” Steve stared over at Bucky, rolling his eyes as the other man ignored him.

“Sorry doll, seems I’m being requested to leave for the night.” The blonde pouted, placing her hand overtop of Bucky’s bicep.

Their words were much too quiet for either Steve or Y/N to pick up, but neither were dumb, they could tell she was trying to get Bucky to go home with her instead.

“I will leave you here James, so help me god.” Steve only ever used Bucky’s true name when he was pissed, and right now was pushing his buttons to the limit.

“Alright, fine, let’s go.” Bucky slipped a piece of paper to the girl, promising to call when he got the chance.

Steve knew that was a lie, he never called the girls he flirted with, or even slept with for that matter. He used them for his own pleasure and moved on to the next flavor of the week, it made Steve sick to his stomach. He couldn’t say anything though, not unless he wanted to get on Bucky’s bad side. Y/N acted like a mediator, getting in-between the two when it seemed like their egos were too big to fit inside the room.

“Y’know, you didn’t need to drag me out of there, I could’ve easily just gone back to her place.” Bucky was trying to keep his tone casual.

Steve’s teeth gritted hard enough to lock his jaw for a brief moment, before he released the tension, glaring in the rearview mirror.

“And have her find one of us at work to scream that you didn’t call? Cause the last time that happened I almost got fired.” Steve’s grip tightened on the steering wheel, eyes focusing back on the dark road.

Bucky muttered under his breath, crossing his arms over his chest as he got comfortable in the back seat. Y/N was relaxing quietly in the passenger seat, soft humming echoing in the nearly silent car. What Steve wouldn’t give to tell her how he truly felt, to bare his soul out for everyone in the world to see.

He couldn’t do that though, not unless he wanted everyone to laugh at him for being in love with his best friend. She was out of his league by miles anyway, beauty that rivaled that of Hollywood’s most beautiful actresses. She had an ethereal beauty about her, something that Steve couldn’t really put his finger on.

“We’re home guys, let’s go.” Steve put the car in park, looking up at the building they call home.

Bucky grunted, pushing himself out of the car with a long groan, Y/N tiredly slipped out, holding onto the door to prevent from falling onto the ground. Steve helped them each inside, handing over bottles of water and aspirin to help ease the inevitable hangovers they’d have. It’s mainly why Steve constantly chose to be the designated driver, that, and he hated the taste of beer.

“Thank you for tonight Steve, it was a lot of fun.” Y/N smiled softly, slipping into her room before Steve could respond.

The hallway was empty, the door to Bucky’s room shut tight, while Steve’s stood wide open, enticing him inside. He couldn’t fight the feeling anymore, he was exhausted and sleep was going to do him more good anyway. Plus, if Tony was at the office, Steve would need to be on his best behavior. He’d trained well for this job, the least he could do was play nice in front of the boss.

2 Weeks Later “You can do this, just go out there and ask her to accompany you to the gala that Tony’s hosting, she’ll hopefully say yes.” Steve was doing his best not to tremble, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose.

Gathering every last bit of hope, and courage he had, Steve walked out to where Bucky and Y/N were sitting. It sounded like they were laughing at some comedy special Bucky had turned on, it didn’t look all too familiar to Steve, must’ve been new.

“Hey, Y/N, could I umm, talk to you?” Steve’s palms were sweating, hands shaking as he sat down in the chair closest to where she was.

“Of course, what’s up Stevie?” Her eyes were sparkling in the light, breaking Steve’s focus for a second.

“I uhh, I wanted to ask if you’d like to accompany me to the gala my boss is throwing this weekend?” The words slipped out easily, as if Steve hadn’t spent the better part of the last hour freaking out.

Her smile turned sad, gaze flicking down to where her hands were folded on her lap. Steve knew that look, it meant rejection was on his way.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want, I just thought I’d ask.” Steve pushed out of the chair, heading back down to his bedroom before Y/N, or Bucky, could stop him.

He hadn’t told Tony he was going to ask Y/N, so at least there wasn’t the promise of taking a guest now. God, how embarrassing would that have been? Promising to take someone to the gala only to show up empty handed.

Steve wasn’t sure when the tears had built up, spilling down his cheeks, collecting in the frames of his glasses. Shit, he’d have to clean those before anyone else noticed, especially since Bucky noticed those things like a hawk does with its prey.

“Steve? Can I come inside?” Steve yanked his glasses off, wiping them on his shirt to dry the tears, running a hand over his cheeks to hide the tear tracks.

“Yeah, come in.” He hoped he looked somewhat presentable, enough where no one would know he’d been crying.

Y/N pushed the door open slowly, leaving it open partially as she walked over to sit beside him, hand resting overtop of his.

“I would’ve loved to go with Steve, it’s just that Bucky asked me to go to his companies Christmas party.” Oh, of course. “No, it’s fine, really. It’s probably just gonna be boring anyway, a bunch of my coworkers just standing around and talking until Tony announces whatever charity he’s donating to this year.” God, what Steve wouldn’t give to be able to have her there.

Y/N smiled, apologizing once more before leaving his room, shutting the door on her way out. She’d known how much he hated when people left his door open, especially if they were the ones that had gone in their in the first place.

“Maybe I can ask Nat, she likes going to these things.” Steve reached for his phone, sending a quick message to Natasha, asking if she’d like to go.

She agreed immediately, asking what time it started so she could get a dress and be there at a respectable time.

Stevie:you don’t know how much this means, thank you so much Nat. Natsha:How come you didn’t ask Y/N? She didn’t want to go? Stevie:Buck’s taking her to his works x-mas party Natasha:You need to tell her the truth, one of these days he’s gonna ask her out, and she’s gonna say yes. Stevie:I know Nat, trust me, I know. Steve threw down his phone, falling back onto the mattress with a soft sigh. Natasha was always telling him to talk to Y/N about his feelings. It wasn’t that easy though, he wasn’t her type, and her type were guys like Bucky. Tall, strong, gorgeous to anyone that looked at them, and then there was Steve. He had bad vision, was much too short, and too small for anyone to ever fall in love with him.

She loves him, it’s obvious that Bucky’s making moves on Y/N right now. Steve knew the truth, she’d be curled up in his side while they watched a movie together, his arm wrapped around her waist.

Let her go, she deserves someone who can appreciate her fully, someone to truly love her. Someone that isn’t you. She never loved you, she knows her worth, that isn’t some scrappy little punk who can’t guarantee her a future. Her parents want someone that can give their daughter a better future, give her children when the time comes. Kids that will be able to survive their childhood. Tears streaked down to his temples, wetting the hair as he stared up at the ceiling, vision going blurry as he took off his glasses. Setting them down onto the nightstand, Steve curled up on his side, pulling a blanket over his body. Steve truly had no one, not in the end.

Friday Steve glanced over to Natasha who looked stunning in the deep crimson dress, hair pinned up in a style that reminded him of the 40’s. Tony was mesmerized by her the moment they stepped inside, pulling Steve over so they could talk. He was respectful of course, his wife, Pepper, standing by his side the entire time.

“I wanted to actually talk to you about a promotion.” Tony placed his hand on Steve’s shoulder, who was too stunned to speak. “You’re one of the hardest working employees I’ve ever had the pleasure of working with, and I think you deserve to be moved up in the building. I was thinking of Vice President.” Steve had completely lost it, this was a joke right? They were going to pull the rug from under his feet any second.

Except, Tony’s smile was sincere, there was no sense of humor in the expression he wore, or the way his hand gripped Steve’s shoulder.

“Oh my god, you’re serious?” Steve was breathless, staring at the man he’d worked for since he was barely eighteen years old.

Tony nodded, laughing as Steve threw his arms around the other man, hugging him with every amount of strength he had left. He wanted to run home and tell Bucky, and Y/N the good news. Steve was patient though, letting Natasha enjoy the party while he practically vibrated with excitement from the news he’d gotten.

Natasha bid him a quick goodbye, telling him not to be a stranger and to text her a little more, especially since he just received a promotion. He ran up to the apartment, suit jacket held tight in his hand as he pushed open the door.

“Guys! I have some...news.” Steve stopped abruptly, watching the scene in front of him unfold.

Bucky and Y/N were kissing, actually, they were making out on the couch. Her hands were clutching his shirt. The promotion seemed like a distant memory to the horror he was currently witnessing.

“Oh, we didn’t think you’d be home so early.” Bucky carefully extracted himself from Y/N’s embrace, who was blushing furiously.

“Tony has an early flight, needed to end the party a little early.” Steve’s voice was barely a whisper, fingers barely holding onto the jacket.

Bucky cleared his throat, pushing off the couch and helping Y/N to her feet. Her dress looked slightly wrinkled, which meant they’d been doing more than just kissing before Steve had gotten home.

“You said you had news?” Bucky turned to face him, lips pulled up into what Steve assumed was a friendly smile.

“Oh, it doesn’t matter. Night guys.” Steve turned and headed down to his bedroom, locking the door as soon as it was shut.

His fingers shook as he reached for his phone, opening the text chat he had with Natasha.

Stevie:I was too late, Bucky already got to her. Natasha:Oh my god, Steve I’m so sorry. Stevie:I should’ve known it was coming, she doesn’t want someone like me, she deserves someone like Bucky. Natasha:Do you want to come over to my place? At least for the night? Stevie:Please. Natasha:I’ll be there in ten, pack some clothes so you don’t have to sleep in your suit. Steve grabbed the duffel bag from his closet, tossing his pajamas, and clothes into the bag, enough to last a few days if need be. His toiletries were next, stuffed on top while he waited for Nat to show up. The living room was quiet, which meant Bucky and Y/N must’ve gone into his room.

Natasha:I’m coming up, dropping something off, meet you in the living room. Steve wanted to argue that he wanted to get out while he still had some sanity left, but you didn’t argue with Natasha, he knew better.

Sighing softly, he threw his bag over his shoulder, stepping out and walking down to the living room right as Natasha stepped inside. Her hair was still pinned up, makeup making her look extravagant. Hell, she could still be a runway model, even with the sweatpants she had on, and what looked like one of Clint’s hoodies.

“Tony wanted me to give you the paperwork you have to file before they move you, did you want to file it at my place?” Steve could see Bucky and Y/N staring at him, the urge to look over strong.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” Steve held the strap tighter, following Natasha over to the door.

Bucky stood up, the sound of his footsteps catching Natasha off guard for a second.

“Excuse me? What the hell are you talking about?” Bucky had changed into sweats, it seemed as if Y/N had changed too. “I got a promotion, that’s what I was going to tell you guys when I got home.” Steve kept his gaze, wavering for a moment before righting himself.

“A promotion? Steve, that’s amazing!” Bucky had never really been happy for Steve, he always thought he could do better, and now he was.

“Yeah, thanks.” Steve pushed passed him, stepping out into the foyer with Natasha.

She looped her arm through his free one, leaving the building with Steve. He could hear Y/N trying to call his name, Bucky following suit. Natasha didn’t wait for either of them to get outside, slipping inside before they could get to the car.

Steve watched as their figures disappeared, the building become smaller, and smaller as Natasha drove away.

“I have chocolate chip cookies at home, the ones from your favorite bakery.” Natasha knew the way to Steve’s heart, then again, no one else had ever asked him what his favorite dessert was. “The one’s from Murphy’s Bakery?” Steve asked meekly, watching the road in front of them.

Natasha smirked, like the cat that got the canary.

“The very ones. And some of those blueberry muffins you seem to love so much.” God, if Nat wasn’t dating Clint, Steve was sure he’d of kissed her.

“Thank you, really.” Steve didn’t want to deal with the tragedy that was his sad love life, but the thought of homemade baked goods worked for him.

Natasha turned on the radio, keeping the volume low enough where they’d be able to keep a conversation if needed.

“There’s a show, next weekend. Black Swan, if you and Clint are interested.” That seemed to catch Nat’s attention.

Her and Steve loved seeing the ballet, but with work contrictions it got tough at times. He wanted to thank her for doing all of this, for being such an amazing friend.

“How the hell did you manage to get tickets? I’m pretty sure that’s been sold out almost the entire time.” Steve felt his lips quirk up.

“Tony was going to go with his wife, but I guess something came up and he offered them to me first. I know how much you love going.” She looked ready to cry, something Steve hadn’t see her do often.

She waited until they arrived back at her home to attack him with hugs and kisses, praising him for getting the tickets and promising cookies and other treats when they got inside. Clint didn’t seem bothered by her displays of affection, instead continued to nibble on his pizza. Lucky sat by his feet, waiting for a piece to drop so he could eat it.

“Clint! We’re going to the ballet next weekend!” Natasha ran over, jumping onto the couch excitedly, pressing a sloppy kiss to his cheek. “We haven’t been in forever, what’s the occasion?” Clint pushed himself up a little, keeping his gaze on Nat.

She looked over to Steve, smile widening as he held up his phone, indicating that the tickets were already in his email.

“Stevie boy, got promoted, and his boss can’t go so he offered them to us.” Clint seemed surprised at that, more shocked that they were a gift from Tony than anything.

It was settled, they were going to see a show, and Steve was finally going to get to say thank you for all the times Nat helped him.

3 Years Later Steve stepped inside the ballroom where the reception was being held, Natasha’s arm wrapped loosely around his own. Clint was in the wedding party, so he wasn’t able to walk around with Nat, unfortunately.

“If anyone says anything to you, I’ll kick their ass.” Natasha, raised a brow, smirking as she pressed a soft kiss to Steve’s cheek.

“Nah, if anyone has anything to say they’re gonna find out exactly who I am.” Steve had taken over Stark Industries after Tony stepped down.

He wasn’t running it by himself entirely, Pepper still came by most days with Tony, but they were enjoying being a family. And as for Steve? He was able to donate more money than he physically knew what to do with.

“How’s it feel to be a CEO though? You earned it.” Natasha stopped by the bar, ordering herself a drink, and a glass of water for Steve.

Even after so many years, he was still hurt by what had happened, but in the end it was for the best. Y/N wasn’t ever his, and he knew that she didn’t see him that way, there was no reason for him to pine.

“You look better anyway, and I’m not saying that because you can actually afford to buy yourself dinner.” Natasha sipped her drink, scotch.

“It’s what happens when you do what makes you happy, you’ve always been the gorgeous one out of all of us, I just happen to own a company now.” Steve smiled, drinking his water.

Natasha laughed, head thrown back slightly as other people began to file into the room. The wedding party were still outside taking pictures, which meant Natasha would be his for most of the night.

“Do you think Clint will get jealous if I ask you to dance tonight?” Natasha turned to stare at him, shock written all over her face.

“I doubt it, we’re married.” She held up her hand, showing off the wedding ring that Clint had slid onto her finger a little over a year ago.

“I meant, because he won’t get to see you much today.” Steve rolled his eyes, fixing his glasses.

They went off to find their table, a little shocked to see how close it was to the bride and groom’s, each taking a seat as they made their way inside.

Bucky was grinning, arm wrapped around Y/N’s waist as they walked over to the dance floor. Y/N looked around until she caught Steve’s eyes, jaw dropping open when she took in how good he looked. Bucky hadn’t seemed to notice Steve yet, wrapping his arms around Y/N’s waist as they began their first dance as a married couple.

If you’d asked Steve if he was happy three years ago, he’d lie, say that he was doing just fine when deep down inside he was broken. Watching the couple today though, Steve knew he was better off doing what he was.

He didn’t have to deal with Bucky’s obnoxious friends, the way they would pick on him because of his stature, or how much he’d struggled. Bucky was born into money, and it reflected in the way he acted towards everyone, whereas Steve didn’t have that. His mother worked hard to give him a decent life, and when her sudden passing happened, he did everything he could to make sure her death wasn’t in vain.

And here he was today, sitting at his friend’s wedding wearing a tux that most likely costs more than the brides wedding dress. Hell, Natasha’s dress probably cost more than her dress did, and Steve was smug about it. He worked for this, and he earned that position.

“Not gonna lie, I’m even surprised they invited me, seeing as I left them with my portion of the rent.” Natasha rolled her eyes, pulling Steve’s hand so it rested atop her exposed thigh.

“We all know his parents paid that rent, he can kiss my ass.” Steve squeezed her thigh gently, being careful not to leave any marks.

Clint was laughing silently to himself at the table, trying not to cause a disruption or catch Bucky’s attention. It wasn’t until Y/N was facing Steve and Natasha once again, that her eyes darkened, glancing down to where Steve’s hand was.

“She probably thinks there’s something going on between us, and as much as I love Clint, I’m not sleeping with him.” Natasha’s snort was clipped, hand coming up to cover her mouth.

“I seriously hope someone makes a comment now, just to watch their whole life come crashing down when they realize who you are.” Natasha leaned down, pressing another kiss to his cheek as Y/N watched.

Her lipstick was transfer proof, so it wouldn’t even leave so much as a smudge, but the satisfaction that both Steve, and Natasha got was worth it.

Their dance ended quicker than Steve expected, but he wasn’t about to complain as they brought out the food. It was delicious, but he was sure that Y/N would make sure the food was nothing short of perfect. The cake was nice, kind of bland to Steve’s standards. The man had a sweet tooth, so he knew how to make a cake.

“Why don’t we go and find your husband, save him for a few minutes.” Steve pushed away from the table, taking Natasha’s hand as they headed off to find Clint.

He looked miserable, standing with Bucky and a couple more of his groomsmen, acting cheery whenever someone looked at him.

“There you are, we’ve been looking everywhere for you.” Natasha stepped over, pressing a kiss to Clint’s lips.

“Hey, I was wondering when you two were going to come over.” Clint wrapped his arm around her waist, smiling over at Steve who was grinning as well.

Sam Wilson, Bucky’s best man, raised a brow as he caught sight of Steve.

“I didn’t think you were friends with the lollipop kids from the wizard of oz Buck.” Sam snorted into his drink, causing the person beside him to laugh too. Steve didn’t care to know who that was.

“Names Steve Rogers, nice to meet you.” Steve smiled, holding out his hand for Sam to shake.

The recognition seemed to suddenly dawn on Sam’s face as he reached forward and shook Steve’s hand weakly.

“I assume you buy things from Stark Industries?” Sam nodded slowly, same as the man beside him who currently stunned into silence. “That’s what I thought, I’ll have to write that under my name at the company, CEO, Lollipop Kid, Steve Rogers.” Steve slid his hands into his pockets, grinning up at the other man.

“Look, I didn’t know.” Sam looked as if he was trying to figure out how to backtrack the last few minutes. “Nah, don’t worry about it, not everyone can run a multi billion company any have as much compassion, it’s probably why you don’t run one. Have a nice day you guys.” Steve tipped his head, heading off to the bar.

Clint’s responding laugh was loud, only slightly obnoxious but Steve was happy to put someone in their place. Bucky hadn’t moved a muscle, eyes following Steve as he ordered a seltzer. Steve merely shrugged.

Maybe get some better friends, he mouthed to the groom.

Natasha was talking with Clint, ignoring all the men that were ogling her inside the room. The dress may have been a touch slutty, but her wedding ring was a giveaway that she was taken.

Y/N made her way over to him, holding up the bottom of her dress so it didn’t drag across the ground and get dirty. “Steve, so nice to see you.” Y/N reached over to touch his arm, as Steve stepped away so she couldn’t touch him. “You too, lovely wedding.” Steve sipped the drink, looking around at the other guests.

“Look, I want to apologize. Bucky told me about the crush you had on me, I’m sorry if I ever lead you on.” Steve’s throat tightened for a brief moment, before he composed himself.

He’d spent nights wondering if it was his fault that they’d gotten together, if only he’d said something sooner, told her how he felt. Except that’s not how life works, and Steve knew that he couldn’t force her to reciprocate his feelings.

“You don’t need to apologize, you get to spend your life married to the man that spent his entire teenage and early twenties using as many women and men as he could, let’s hope he doesn’t get bored with you.” Steve set down his drink and headed off.

Natasha’s jaw dropped open as he walked over to her, wrapping an arm around her waist as they headed out to the dance floor. It was a slower song, something easy for them to dance to.

“I gotta give you credit Steve, you aren’t the same man as before and I think it’s for the best.” Natasha had been there when Steve’s dark days got the better of him, when he was unsure of whether he wanted to continue living.

“They deserve each other, and that’s all I have to say on the matter.” Steve kept his grip loose, in case Clint wanted to dance with his wife.

The other guests would occasionally whisper, asking if Steve was the real deal or a doppelganger. He didn’t bother to correct them, his suit was usually a dead giveaway that he was who he said.

“I’m just glad that you’re happy Steve.” Natasha tightened her hand over his, raising a brow when he shrugged.

“I can’t let people like them dictate how I should live my life, if I did I wouldn’t of become the CEO of a company that makes me happy.” The song ended, Natasha stepping back as Bucky walked over to them.

Steve could see the difference in him, the way he seemed to try and stay composed, even though Steve knew he was about to be thrown out for upsetting the bride. Was what he said a lie? Not at all, and Steve was a little petty.

“I think you need to leave, Y/N told me what you said to her.” Steve merely shrugged, looping his arm through Natasha’s. “Sorry she doesn’t like hearing the truth, have a nice honeymoon James.” Steve turned with Natasha and left the ballroom.

The night sky was lit up by the full moon, and that made Steve grin even wider.

“I give it two years, they’ll try for a kid after six months, she won’t get pregnant, and Bucky will end up cheating.” Steve lead her down the steps, keeping a grip in case she stumbled.

“You’re probably right, I’ll have to keep you updated.” Natasha pulled off her heels when they reached Steve’s car.

He threw one last glance back at the building, saying his final goodbyes before he got into the car. He was done being walked all over.

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chrisevansbabymama · 5 years

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Call Me

Summary: Vanessa, plus-size protagonist gets ditched by her date after Chris persuades her to give it a chance.

Disclaimer: I haven’t experienced what the character goes through so there’s so much cognitive dissonance on my part which might come across as ignorant, but please know it’s not intentional or with malice. Be gentle with me. I hope I do it justice.

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“Chris! I’m so nervous, my hand is shaking, literally shaking,” Vanessa shrieked to her best friend, as she got ready.

Her phone was wedged between her ear and shoulder as she strapped on her midi heels.

“You’ll be fine,” Chris laughed on the other line. “You’ve been talking about this guy and how you just click over text and on the phone, it’ll be even better in person. I promise,”

Vanessa heaved a heavy sigh. First dates with anyone were always nerve wrecking. But the added pressure of meeting in person someone that she had met online wasn’t helping. She’d never done this before.

She’d worked with Chris as his assistant for three years, always side by side, as the nature of the job permitted. Not that she would ever complain; he was the loveliest person to work with, funny, endearing and of course good looking. That little crush she had on him never went away, but she also really loved him as a friend to even risk losing him. So she never thought of pursuing him, more so because she believed she wasn’t his type.

What on earth would Chris Evans, with his dating history, be doing with a plus-sized black woman? As ‘woke’ as he was, surely that wasn’t a territory he wanted to venture into, she would muse.

But to give him due credit, he had been a good friend, his humility, honesty, loyalty and big heart was what she treasured the most. And of course his pretty darn good looks were the oversized cherry on top.

“Okay, if you say so,” she looked at her watch. “I have to go Chris,”

“Okay beautiful, let me know everything! Sneak off to the bathroom and give me updates, if he gets weird, just call me, I’ll be right over,”

Vanessa laughed, “I will, I promise,”

“Oh and Nessa?”

“Mhhh?”

“If you get stuck, have fun tonight, just relax and be you. He’ll love it,”

“Really?” Vanessa asked incredulously, grabbing her bag and turning off the lights.

Chris groaned, “Oh hell yeah, trust me,”

And she would do just that; be herself, and not the first-date version of herself that she often put forward. Everyone had one. But if Chris said it’d work, she believed him. He had a way with women, so of course, he knew what he was talking about.

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Nessa: how late is too late?

Chris: still not there?

Nessa: He said he’s running late, but that was thirty minutes ago, there’s no update.

Chris: Call him?

Nessa: Voicemail

“Ma’am, would you like order?” The waitress came to Vanessa’s table tucked at the corner, for the third time.

The first time she was offering the menu. The second she had been taking Vanessa’s order of white wine.

“I’m still waiting for my uhh friend,” Vanessa said with a nervous giggle, gesturing to the empty seat.

The waitress nodded and pursed her lips, “Just to let you know we only hold our tables for twenty minutes ma’am, and I’ve let your surpass that by a mile,“

“He’ll be here,” Vanessa said quickly.

“Okay, let me know if you need anything,” she smiled contritely before walking away.

She felt more self-conscious than she had after the first fifteen minutes that he hadn’t bothered to turn up. Now almost 45 minutes later, it was as if everyone was really watching her.

People dine alone all the time, I could be one of those. It’s normal. She thought, trying to ignore the occasional glances from other diners that she had imagined.

8:43pm, her iPhone displayed. If he wasn’t here by 8:50 she was leaving. She felt even more stupid for staying that long, despite him notifying her about his punctuality. He couldn’t even make the effort to be there on time? Why even give him that chance?

She picked up her phone and messaged Chris to let him know that she was going home as soon as she finished her wine. He didn’t reply. So she sat there, looking around and watching people walk past in groups, ready to paint the town red. There were couples linking arms, another kissing by the car across the road. And in the restaurant alone, there were plenty. Everyone but her seemed to be having a fulfilled night. She wondered which ones, if any were on their first date. Which ones were in their honeymoon phase? It’d been a while since she’d been there.

When 8:50 came, she decided to give a few more minutes, just in case, slowly nursing her wine as rationale. The looks became obvious; the waitress was now at the door speaking to the maitre dí, pointing towards her table. Well, she couldn’t blame them, she’d held the table for a while and had ordered nothing but a glass of wine. She took out her card, knowing that the next time the waitress came, she’d be kicking her out.

She messaged Chris...

Nessa: I’m done!

Nessa: This is so embarassing!

Nessa: I should have followed my instincts.

Nessa: I’m SUCH an idiot!!!

Nessa: I can’t believe he really didn’t show up!

Chris didn’t reply again, but he called straight away instead, the worry in his voice was apparent as he spoke the minute she answered on the first ring.

“Hey,” he said tentatively.

“Chris!” she could only muster. She wanted to cry, she palmed her forehead, hiding her face, because surely now the whole restaurant was watching her. Oh the pity she imagined they wore on their faces.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I’m so sorry, I feel bad I pushed you to go on this date,”

“Ma’am?”

Vanessa looked up at the waitress, “Chris, I have to go,”

“Vanessa-?”

“I’m sorry ma’am-“

“It’s okay, I understand,” Vanessa forced a smile and raised her card to the waitress.

The waitress merely nodded, wearing a look of sympathy that Vanessa resented because she was too familiar with it, “I’ll get the card reader,”

Vanessa forced herself not to cry. She wasn’t going to cry. Not just yet. She was going to once she got home. She could scream into her pillow and not face the judging faces of the others. She could almost laugh at how hilarious this whole situation was. She always told herself to follow her intuition, and the one time she ignored it, the universe had to prove a point. At her expense. Great.

She put her blazer on, downed the last of her wine and waited for the waitress to return so she could pay, and rush home to call Chris and shout at him for making her do this.

“Hey,” a familiar baritone said behind her.

She turned around so quickly she almost gave herself a whiplash, and then a heart attack at the sight of him.

“Chris?” she frowned, as if she’d seen a ghost.

He was assessing her to see what state she was in; she had her brave face on. He was very familiar with it. She always did that, hide her feelings behind a contrite smile that he’d become so familiar with.

“You okay?” he asked, sitting opposite her.

Suddenly, the room filled with murmurs of excitement at the unexpected spotting of a celebrity dining at a hidden gem.

“Of course I’m not okay Chris,” she scoffed. “What are you doing here?”

“I knew from the minute you told me he didn’t call, that he wasn’t coming,” Chris frowned apologetically, then grimaced at how harsh he sounded. “I made my way as soon as I could. I’m sorry, he’s a jerk,”

Vanessa shook her head and looked out of the window, those tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill over. She wasn’t going to cry. Especially not in front of Chris. She waved her hand dismissively, and chuckled.

“I’m an idiot,”

“Why?” Chris asked, sounding upset with her. “Because you trusted someone and they let you down?”

She shrugged, “He probably had time to think and thought nah, ‘she’s not my type, why bother?’” she laughed. “You know, at least be a man and own up to it?!”

Chris could detect the pain in that sinister laugh. He wanted to roll his eyes at how ridiculous she sounded, but he realised that’s how she felt and he wouldn’t want to trivialise that.

“Or maybe he came here, asked for the table and saw me, and thought hell no,”

“Vanessa, stop it,” Chris said fiercely, reaching for her hand. “Look at me...please,”

“Chris, it’s not your reality okay? You don’t have to ‘get it.’ You won’t ever. The world swoons just at your face alone, then of course, you are built like fucking Steve Rodgers in real life...what could you possibly get? Look around this room alone, as soon as you walked in, everyone gets excited,”

And then for the first time since he’d walked in, he suddenly became aware of the onlookers and sneaking iPhone cameras. He was thankful for the loud music blaring through the speakers, because this wasn’t a conversation for strange ears. He turned his attention back to her and listened. She’d always shared her insecurities about her weight to him, and how that got in the way of her love life or people just treating her like a person worth their attention. He wanted to take the pain away and make her realise how beautiful she was. But he knew, and had said it to her many times, but when the rest of the world wasn’t so accepting or as kind, it would take more than his efforts to change her heart. That wasn’t going to stop him from playing his part and doing right by her though, even if she didn’t believe him.

“I’m sorry Vanessa, I know there’s nothing I can do to make this better or go away,” he said solemnly, tightening his grip on her hand. “But you know, it’s probably for the best that he didn’t string you along. I know it doesn’t make it better, but he didn’t deserve your time,”

“Uh..., sorry to interrupt,” the waitress returned with a sheepish smile.

Vanessa rolled her eyes internally. Of course Chris would have that effect.

“A...a...re you uhmm...still paying?” she looked at Vanessa.

“We’ll have the menus, please?” Chris looked at Vanessa, she gave him a small smile for confirmation. “And we’ll have a bottle of what she was drinking,”

“Yeah, sure, I’ll be right back,”

“Thank you Chris, for coming,” Vanessa finally said, heaving a heavy sigh. “I’m sorry for being a bitch,”

“No, you have every right to be mad. And at me for coming along with unsolicited advice. Man,” he shook his head. “Guys are jerks, I’m sorry on behalf of the entire male specie,”

Vanessa laughed, “It’s not your fault,”

“Yeah but women really put up with hardcore jackasses every day, can’t be easy,”

“Well,” Vanessa finally smiled. “Not all men. You turned out pretty decent,”

“Mhhhh,” Chris grimaced, slightly shrinking into his seat. Vanessa rolled her eyes. He always did this, deflected compliments, just as she did. “I try, I’m not perfect,”

“You’re miiiillleeesss ahead of the foolishness I’ve encountered, you have a good heart kid, I know you wouldn’t pull something like this,” Vanessa said confidently.

“Don’t make me blush,” he joked, then straightened up. “But no, I wouldn’t, especially not to you,”

“You don’t have to tell me what you think I want to hear,” she scoffed. “Besides, you’re now paying for this dinner, so stop sucking up to me,”

“Here you go,” the waitress interrupted again, placing menus in front of them.

“Thank you,” Chris and Vanessa said in unison.

“You’re welcome,” she said, needing a reason to linger a bit longer to take Chris in before she went off again.

“Have you been here before?” Chris asked from behind the menu? “What do you recommend?”

“The prawn tacos are amazing, oh and the nachos too, but they’re a lot - we can share,”

“Uh yeah, no, I don’t share,” he said avoiding eye contact. “You know this,”

“This is true. Evans doesn’t share food. And here I thought you were the good guy,”

“I am,” he smirked. “And also, I wasn’t just saying what I thought you needed to hear by the way, I meant it,”

Vanessa glanced at him, smiling as her heart warmed. She knew he meant it. Chris had a mantra where he always insisted on saying exactly what he meant and meaning what he said. But that wasn’t what warmed her heart; it was that the night had turned around for the better after all. There was no one she’d rather share the evening with than Chris. He looked up too, smiling in return.

What is happening here? She thought. She looked back down quickly, studying the menu as if she hadn’t decided on what she was having. Then her phone flashed on the table, her eyes flickered to it quickly, not wanting to rush to pick it up and be rude in Chris’ company. Until she saw his name flash on the screen.

"Shame he didn’t get to see how good you look right now,” Chris said, before Vanessa could even process what was going on, he continued, “Also, this is a much better date. Don’t you think?”

She shook her head at him for his silly antics, she couldn’t take him seriously when he was in flirting mode. It was that smirk that made it hard to discern how serious he was. Though it felt good whenever she was the recipient of it, she also wished that he really meant that, and not just said things to make her feel good. The problem with him saying things that felt good is that it was fleeting, he’d say it and move on.

“Are you ready to order?”

Vanessa looked up, grateful for the waitress’ presence for the first time that evening.

“I think we are,” Chris said, Vanessa glanced over at him and met his eyes that were lingering on her. He smiled and raised his brows at her, “Don’t you think?”

Vanessa turned to the waitress and nodded rapidly, suddenly fumbling awkwardly with menu, “uh yes, I think so,”

Chris smiled from across the table, knowing that wasn’t an answer for the waitress.

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percywinchester27 · 6 years

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Tic Tac Toe (Part-31)

Word count: 4.6k

Pairing: Sam X Reader

Warnings: Angst, Kidnapping, Graphic violence, blood and injury.

Series Summary: The reader shifts into a new city after being offered a dream job by a big firm. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect after an ugly break-up with a douche-bag Ex. But things turn out not as dreamy as she’d want them to be and the only thing that keeps her smiling is a totally coincidental game of Tic Tac Toe.

A/N: It’s taken a lot of effort to both write this chapter and post it. And not just by me, but by both my betas too <3

Beta: @sdavid09 and @deanssweetheart23. You girls are a blessing. Despite being so busy, thank you for reading this at the last minute, Shanna. And Athina, I just hope you get better soon, thank you for reading this despite being unwell. This one is for you girls <3

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Catch up: Part 1, Tic Tac Toe Masterlist

Sam’s POV:

Sam was sitting on the couch, elbows resting on his knees and hands clasped in front his face. His lips rested on his intertwined fingers, a silent, desperate prayer continuously leaving from them.

The moment Sam had asked Phil to call Jody, Phil's training as a skilled bodyguard had overtook him. He'd scanned the whole house up and down, ripped curtains and moved furniture.

But Sam? He'd known something was wrong the minute he'd seen that game. The phone conversation hadn't made anything better.

"Sam?" Jody asked genially. "How are you?"

"It's Y/N," he croaked. "She's missing. Someone took her."

"Missing?" Her voice had immediately taken a professional edge. "When was the last she had been seen?"

"Uh… I don't know," he ran his fingers through his hair. "Around lunch time she had picked the keys from my neighbor's house. She and my dog have been missing since."

"What was she wearing?" Jody asked.

"Hang on," Sam put the phone on speaker and repeated the question to Steve who promptly launched in a description of what Y/N was looking like that day. Black skirt and white flowing blouse. Steve also described what Sophie looked like which was well, because Sam wasn't sure he could speak anymore.

"What makes you think someone kidnapped her?" Jody's voice was sharp.

He couldn't explain about the game or even the necklace. "I just know," he all but sobbed. "Just find her."

"Okay. I'll put an APB out on her, and I'm coming over right now to see if there's any evidence or signs of struggle in your apartment."

"Okay."

Jody had arrived a short time later with an entire team, and mechanically Sam had repeated the story behind the games and the locket. Jody hadn't looked entirely convinced but Phil had ushered her inside the house, whispering something urgently.

Sam couldn't bring himself to care where he was taking her. He couldn't bring himself to even breathe.

"Sammy!"

Sam looked up to see Dean rushing past the officers towards him, his face chalk white.

Suddenly Sam felt like an 8 year old. Jacob from the 6th grade had stolen his bicycle and pushed him into the ditch. Sam had ran all the way home and hugged Dean tight, sobbing hard. His cycle was all he'd had and someone had yanked it away. Dean had soothed Sam, telling him it was okay to cry as long as he found it in himself to fight for what was his. The next day the two of them had walked to Jacob's house and, with a little encouragement from Dean, he had taken back what was rightfully his.

Sam wanted to go hug his brother, and ask him to fix everything for him like he always did. But Sam couldn't even stand without his legs giving away. This wasn't 4th grade and it wasn't about a piece of metal. Y/N was his life.

Dean crouched down before Sam. "Hey, look up."

Sam didn't.

"Sammy, we're going to find her, man." Sam knew his brother too well to know every inflection in his voice. Dean was trying to reassure himself as much as he was trying to assure Sam.

Before Sam could respond, Jody came out, her face somber.

"You think someone else might have a bone to pick with her?" She asked.

"So, you believe me? You didn't look convinced a minute ago."

She gave Phil a hard look, and he turned his eyes away from Sam. "You didn't tell him?" She asked Phil.

"Tell him what?" Dean questioned, standing up to face Jody.

She sighed. "There's a huge blood stain on the carpet around the corner to the library. It isn't exactly fresh, but it's definitely less than half a day old. Someone had moved a piece of furniture to cover it."

"Blood? Whose blood?" Dean's voice was an octave higher, from both fear and anger.

"I can't say for sure. There was a lot of blood there, and some stains behind the wall, along with dark animal hair. Could have been anyone, really."

Sam heard the conversation, but the words seemed to be coming from another reality. This whole scene seemed to be straight out of a horror show.

Then it struck him.

"Wait…" He rasped. "You said, 'else.' You said 'who else do you suspect?' What did you mean by that?"

She looked at him like it was the most obvious thing. "Walker, of course."

"Walk- what?" Sam stuttered. "Isn't he in the prison?"

"No. He was bailed out a month ago."

What the hell? "Weren't you supposed to tell me that?" Sam said, his tone angry.

"You think I didn't try, boy?" She shot back. "I called you so many times, I lost count. And I left messages on your phone, too. I thought you'd have bothered to check them by now."

Sam's face crumpled. Of course she had tried. He'd been so busy with work that he'd barely checked his phone.

She sensed his pain, and softened her voice. "I'm sorry, Sam. I really am. But I'm doing everything I can to find her. I have the entire police department looking for Gordon Walker right now."

"What about that Bela?" Dean interrupted. "She had a bone to pick with Y/N. She could have been involved."

"I'll need to know more about her, too, then." She turned towards Sam. "We'll find your girl, Sam. We will." She clapped his back once and then she was out.

"I'm going to go with her, and keep you guys updated about what happens, okay?" Phil reassured, clasping his shoulders and following Jody.

Sam sank back into the sofa, the little package in his pant pocket, digging in painfully. Dread was overcoming him in new bouts.

Blood?

What had happened to his perfect life?

"Sam? SAM!"

Blinking, he looked up to see Dean calling his name, looking scared.

How long had he been calling him? How long had it been since Jody had left?

"Sam," A new, soft voice called, and through the unshed tears, he recognized the familiar face of his red headed friend. Charlie was crying too and she looked ready to go into shock any minute now.

Sam had no idea when she had come in. Before he knew it, her small arms were wrapped around his shoulder, offering comfort, maybe expecting some in return. But there was nothing he could do except feel numb.

"I'm so sorry," Charlie was whispering. "But we're going to find her. They're going to be okay. Y/N is stubborn. She's a fighter, if I ever knew one. You know that."

Charlie wiped her tears, trying to put on a brave smile. "And you know how Sophie is. She always comes back. The sheer number of times that we've lost her. Remember two years ago we were in a park and she disapp-" Abruptly Charlie stopped, then gasped.

"Sam!" She shook him violently. "Remember that time we lost Sophie? You went so berserk that we went and got that tracker chip installed in her collar."

Sam's head whipped around, the sudden jolt in his stomach sparking some emotion.

Charlie jumped to her feet, looking from one side to another. "Where the hell is your computer?"

For a second Sam couldn't gather his wits. "I- It's in my bag. But the battery is dead." Both of them knew that it took ages to charge.

"I have one running next door," Steve said quickly. "C'mon."

Charlie followed him out of the door and so did Sam and everyone else, thoughtlessly.

Sam watched with bated breath as they worked their magic, both taking two different computers and hacking into Sam's history through his IP to find the tracking program that had been buried deep, because it had been over a year since Sam had to look at it.

"There!" Charlie pointed to a blinking point on the map. "That's where Sophie is."

"Where is it?" Sam asked, letting some hope seep into his chest.

She tapped the spot on the screen once more. "An hour out of town, towards north. It's that debunked industrial zone full of warehouses."

"What are we waiting for?" Sam shouted. "Let's go."

Charlie hesitated. "Uhh… Sam. The dot is not moving."

It took a minute before the implication behind her words struck him. It felt as if a stone had dropped through his stomach. Sam gulped harshly, and then said again. "Let's go. NOW."

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The car was moving too slowly. Dean was pushing the Impala to its limits but it wasn't fast enough.

Charlie was muttering directions from the backseat as she kept a constant watch on the blinking, unmoving dot when it got closer and closer, while Dean ripped the car through the night road, a furious expression on his face.

Sam didn't know what expression his face held, but his grip on the window frame never loosened, even if the glass edges were beginning to make painful dents in his skin now.

"You know what, Sam?" She asked, smiling softly

"Yeah?" He glanced at her from the passenger's seat.

"I've always wanted to do this."

"Do what? Drive a jaguar?"

"No. Have hot illegal sex in the backseat of the car," she smirked.

Sam could feel blood rushing to his cheeks. "W-we haven't done that," he stuttered and her grin grew more pronounced.

"Yet!" She cocked an eyebrow. "We are heading into the garage now, you know!"

Sam just couldn't look away. The way her smile had the ability to make him forget every problem was nothing short of magical.

"I was actually talking about this," she gestured around him with one hand as they eased to a stop in the traffic. Phil had taken a day off and Sam had suggested that Y/N drive them back home. The way her eyes had lit up at that had been a sight to behold and Sam wanted to congratulate himself on getting one thing right.

It had taken a little explaining with all the gears and how the key slot was in a different place, but she drove the thing like a pro. The excited smile seemed permanently plastered on her face.

"This?" Sam asked again, expecting another smartass response. Instead, her eyes glazed over.

"I meant having you in my life. You must have noticed by now that I'm a very steady person, and for a long time, I used to think that it makes me boring, you know? And I hate to admit it now, but there was a part of me that thought Michael cheated on me because he found me uninteresting. After that, I never thought I'd have something so beautiful in my life."

She was looking straight ahead, but Sam could hear the waver in her voice. She was fighting to keep it steady. Either she still believed that she was boring, or that she didn’t deserve living like this, and neither of those was acceptable.

"Hey, look at me," Sam said, "You're the light of my life. It's okay to be steady, and there's nothing I would want to change about you."

Y/N nodded, still looking straight ahead.

Sam put a hand on one of hers, where it rested on the gear stick. "I love every little thing about you. You are beautiful just the way you are, Y/N. I can't imagine living without you."

The truth of his own admission caught him by surprise. She had dissolved herself in his life so bindingly, there was no separating them now. His life would lose its essence without her. It wouldn't even be life anymore.

She looked at him then, eyes watery. "I'm just scared this is too good for me," she whispered.

She had that backwards.

The car cruised into the garage slowly and she parked it in the slot perfectly. Sam reached out and pulled her into his lap, finding her lips in a desperate kiss. Desperate because he wanted to somehow convey just how good she was. It was easy to be smart, easy to be beautiful. What set her apart was how good she was in her heart. Kind and loving.

Just because she had had the bad luck of meeting that dick, who didn't treat her right, she shouldn't be feeling this way.

And then, she kissed back, challenging him to prove it, challenging him to make her see she was worth it.

Sam's hand fisted in her hair and he pulled her impossibly close in the cramped space. The other hand dug into the skin of her lower back through the fabric. This was different than every other kiss. It was frantic, like she wanted him to remember, and messy like it was a first time. They were both hot and sweaty within minutes, but neither wanted to back down.

"I love you," Sam repeated urgently. "I need you to believe that you're it for me, Y/N."

She never let her guard down like that with him. Whenever he'd needed, she had been his strength, standing right next to him. To think that even a little part of her doubted if she was enough for him was blasphemous.

"You believe me, don't you?"

She just kissed him harder, and he had to push her back a little. "I need you to believe me."

Sam lowered his head to meet her gaze. Her eyes seemed like watery crystal, a little scared but brimming with love. While he was searching for his answers there, she seemed to find hers in his.

At long last she nodded, and threw her arms around his waist.

"I never wanna be away from you," she mumbled.

Sam knew she was just as worried about the presentation on Monday, and a part of her still wasn't convinced that his decision to give up the CEO's position wasn't because of her.

He kissed her hair, wrapping his arms around her. One of his hands slipped under her blouse, and unclasped her bra, rubbing circles into the skin of her back. He knew that it always calmed her down. "You won't have to be."

Sam held her like that till her breathing eased, till her shoulders relaxed. Till she stirred against him.

"We should go up," she sighed. She seemed just as unwilling to let go of him.

Sam smirked, knowing exactly how to get her to smile. "Hey, what about the hot illegal car sex you promised?"

She looked up and Sam noticed with a smug satisfaction that there was shock all over her face.

"You're kidding. The security is like 50 feet away. You wouldn't dare." Y/N raised an eyebrow, trying to call out his bluff.

Sam shrugged slyly. "They don't have to know." With one quick motion, he tugged at the knot of her blouse, making it fall apart from her shoulders, then drew her closer, his lips grazing her ear. "Just don't make a single sound."

The blaring noise of sirens pulled Sam back to reality, jerking him. That was the sound of his nightmares, the fire brigade siren.

His hands instinctively shut his ears, and he realized that Dean was maneuvering the car towards the sirens. Why would he? Dean of all people knew what that sound did to him. It rendered Sam helpless.

Sam turned to look at his brother, to ask him why they were heading that way, but the look on Dean's face silenced him. Behind him Charlie seemed to be drawing shaky, muffled breaths too. They weren't passing by the fire sirens, they were heading towards it.

Sophie.

Up ahead, the building was up in flames. An orange, fiery, red blaze was consuming the northern facade. Sam flattened back against his seat, his heart accelerating to double its speed.

"Sam," Dean shook him by his sides. "The tracker ends here." He let Dean drag him out of the car. Every nerve of his body was fired up, telling him to run in the opposite direction, away from the prickling heat, but he knew he had to do the right thing.

The logical part of his brain was analyzing the situation, noting that the ladders were just being drawn out, the men were still unrolling the hoses. It couldn't have been more than a few minutes since their arrival. Either the fire had just erupted or they had been notified late. Either way, Sam averted his gaze from the building, looking around for his dog. She had to be somewhere close.

She couldn't have been inside, right? The sensors on the tracker would have melted if Sophie had been anywhere close to the fi- … No, he mustn't think this way. Sophie had to be out somewhere. He stumbled along with Dean and Charlie, looking around, trying his best to not look at the roaring fire.

In his peripheral vision, he saw a fireman accost Dean. His brother was quick to explain what had happened and they were following the dog's tracker. Before the man could object to their presence, Charlie smoothly followed Dean by bullshitting about how Jody was family and they had been allowed here.

Sam didn't pause to give explanations.

There was no point in calling out loud over the roar of fire, or the noise of the sirens. Even if it could help, Sam was sure no voice would leave his throat.

The razing building seemed to be a warehouse, and all around it tall, wild grass covered the land for acres at a stretch till the highway. Sam's breath was coming out in bursts now, as he looked around, running away from the north side, the fire, everything.

"Sam!" Charlie called, coming up from behind him. "Look there!"

Along the southern edge of the concrete monolith, huddled by the sides of a faded blue car was a dark form, darker even than the darkness shrouding this side.

Without thinking, Sam's feet rushed towards it and sure enough it was his beloved German Shepherd, lying on the dusty floor, eyes closed.

"No… no…." Sam pleaded lowly, coming to crouch next to her. "Sophie!" He shook her lightly, noting with some relief that she was still breathing. A ragged cloth was wrapped around her flak that seemed to be caked with dried blood. "Is she gonna be okay?" Sam asked Charlie desperately, knowing deep within that she didn't have answers for him.

Charlie let out a quiet sob, but she pulled out her phone and turned the flashlight on, holding it towards the wound. Sam was scared of unraveling the cloth, scared of knowing how deeply Sophie was hurt underneath. But he also knew that removing the cloth might be the opposite of helpful because it might cause the stopped blood to flow again.

He felt a heavy hand rest on his shoulder and with blurred eyes Sam saw his brother's silhouette against the blood tinted night sky.

"Jody is on her way. She should be here any minute now."

Sam was still running his fingers through Sophie's matted hair, holding her against his chest. Tears streamed down his face now, the despair so overbearing that hope seemed like possibility only in another life.

Where are you, Y/N?

"Sam, we need to get her to a vet," Dean reminded him gently.

Sam sniffed. "Right," he cleared his throat, then awkwardly reached out for his phone from the back pocket without letting go of Sophie. He tossed the phone to Charlie. "The number is saved under 'Dr. Pamela Barnes."

Charlie nodded, tapping at the phone.

Sam hugged Sophie a little tighter, thinking about how she got there. There was a car around, with the trunk popped up. So, Sophie was in there? And someone pulled her out. The car itself seemed to have been handled roughly. The front door was propped open and the glass had been shattered.

His eyes followed the pattern of the glass crystals scattered on the floor, something had been dragged out of it, something that left a wet, bloody trail.

A sharp intake of breath and then Sam's eyes snapped to find his brother. Dean seemed to be following the track too, immobile and scared, till its end leading inside the building.

"No."

It wasn't a prayer this time. It wasn't a lament either.

It was a statement. One that dictated the decision of Sam's existence now.

No. It couldn't be.

Thoughtlessly, Sam was back on his feet, his eyes finally meeting the sky high flames. Frozen now.

Sam was pushing, Sam was pushing hard. The hands restraining him were digging into his body painfully now, doing everything to keep him from propelling inside. The voices around him were painfully confident about the outcome. Instead of consoling, they were grieving, urging him to believe that all was gone. That she was gone.

"But she's in there," he kept crying, between the lamenting shouts of her name. "She said she would bake cookies for me. I need to get her out!"

But the hands wouldn't yield. They wouldn't let go of him.

"Listen to me, son," A quiet, gruff voice whispered from somewhere behind, "She's gone. The fire has been raging for a few hours now."

"No," Sam yelled. Dad was wrong. This couldn't be happening. It had to be a nightmare. Any minute now he would wake up and it would all be gone.

Amongst all the hands, he felt another land on his shoulder. A touch so comforting, so reassuring that Sam would identify it anywhere, even in the middle of this hell. Because this touch meant safety. It meant everything was going to be okay.

Sam turned towards his brother, somehow wrenching all those hands away.

"She's in there, Dean. Jess. She's still in there. I have to go in." He pleaded with his brother. Dean would understand. He had to understand.

But Dean's eyes were fraught with anguish, tears shining through the green.

It seemed to ache him from the insides as he said, "Sammy, you need to listen to me."

Sam heard the next words even before Dean said them.

"She's gone, Sammy, there's nothing you can do."

*snip* *snip*

Sam fell to the ground, a marionette whose strings had been cut.

This was it, this is how it ended. But it hadn't quite. That one last blood curdling scream was still remaining.

This time, Sam did not wait. Through the tears, burning anger and the absolute soul crushing fear, he did not wait. He was already running now, hurtling as fast as he could towards the southern exit, like his life depended on it. It did.

A hard grip landing on his shoulder brought him to a halt, to a twisted Déjà vu so cruel that it left him reeling, out of balance.

"No," Sam spoke, his voice dead. "I'm going in. I-I have to…. You can't stop me today."

Dean's grip tightened on his arm, but instead of pulling him back, he jerked Sam forward. "I wasn't stopping you. But you're not going in there alone, I'm coming with you."

For a second Sam faltered. As much as the mere thought seemed to sear Sam from inside out, the idea of Dean being in there somehow, impossibly added to the terror.

Dean sensed his thoughts without words. "I am coming. You're not stopping me."

The determination in his voice was so strong, Sam knew there was no wavering it.

Sam turned around, gulped every instinctual shred of the irrational dread that the engulfing fire seemed to instill in him, and flung himself in through the exit.

This side of the structure wasn't ablaze, but it was still sweltering hot. Hot enough to make Sam's eyes water and his skin swelter. The further in they went, the harder it became to breath.

"Y/N-!" Sam tried to call fruitlessly, instead, a coughing fit overcame him because of the smoke.

It was dark, hazy and suffocating. Sam could barely put one foot before another through the crippling fear, but he had to find Y/N. If he couldn't find her, what was the point of even getting out of this inferno?

"That way," Dean pointed through his own wheezing. "I- think it's that way."

Sam followed blindly, not giving himself the time to consider that he was heading towards the heart of the fire, checking every corner. The place was huge and confusing, adding to the pure panic he was feeling, but it also made his mind detach from the body, mechanically go through the motions that were expected of his limbs. Head in, look around, find her. His mind however was trapped in a limbo of constant chaos and unbelievable pain.

In a brief second of utter desperation, Sam turned a corner and there she was, lying on the floor, unconscious and broken. Her leg was bent at an odd, painful angle and her white blouse was covered in red. Blood matted the hair on the back of her head and tricked down from the side of her mouth and nose. In fact, every exposed part of her body seemed to be covered in some kind of bruise or burn.

"Fuck!" Dean exclaimed behind him, rushing forwards to the girl who meant more than the world to Sam.

"Y/N?" Dean crouched by her side, straightening her head. "C'mon… c'mon… c'mon," Dean muttered under his, placing two shaking fingers against her throat. 3 heartbeats, then his brother sagged to the ground, and Sam's heart stopped.

Dean looked up, eyes wide. "She's breathing, Sam. She's alive."

Sam felt himself collapse against the wall behind him.

She's alive.

"What're you looking at? Help me!" Dean yelled urgently. "We have to get her out of here."

When Sam did not move, Dean pleaded, "Sam! Snap out of it. She's not going to make it if you don't move."

His legs gave out beneath him and Sam fell on his knees, right in front of her.

"Here," Dean lifted her torso up. "I think her leg is broken. Hold her up."

Gingerly, Sam placed a hand behind her back, pulling her into his lap. Before he could hold up her broken knee, the staircase behind them cracked and with a deafening thud came crashing down.

Instinctively Sam threw his body against hers, shielding her from the chunks. The shrapnel embedding in his back didn't even register.

"Get her out of here," Dean shouted from behind him. Sam turned to see his brother shifting the broken joists and stringers that were blocking the door.

"Damn it, Sam! fucking MOVE! Get her out," he said, face furious now.

Finally, Sam moved, tucking her into his chest and walking away towards the staircase. Dean was still holding the hot wooden beam away from the door, so, Sam ducked through it, pulling her out.

This time Dean took the lead, guiding Sam through the winding passageways, and finally out of the building before coming to a halt outside.

The sirens behind them were blaring louder now, the voices shriller, Sam's hand resting on Y/N's chest however faltered.

"She's gonna be okay," Dean huffed.

But Sam refused to meet his brother's eyes, hugging Y/N tighter against him, as his voice cracked. "The- then why isn't she breathing?"

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I wanted 2 talk. Learned about inhalants in my drug class. Boy those kids will huff anything, won’t they? But it’s really sad how dangerous that can be.

I went to the dr today to discuss some issues I’ve been having, I don’t really want to get into it but.. physical things Why do I always feel like nobody listens to anything I say like maybe because I’m a woman or something. I hate acting like some kinda victim but sometimes you get that vibe. I mean when I was young, I thought people never took me seriously because I was young. Now sometimes I feel like that too and what should I blame it on? Maybe everyone just feels like that their whole life or it’s just me. I’m keeping up with school. I stay up late and do stuff. The dr. was nice but sometimes don’t you just feel like you’re on your own? well my strength when it comes to some things just has to come from within It’s just... I get tired too. My favorite classes are the art ones and stuff like that. Makes me wonder somethings why I’m doing psychology. In many ways it comes natural to me and it’s an interest. In other ways I think I should do wacky artistic stuff. I guess the truth is I can do wacky artistic stuff any time I want. I never even have to stop learning. But who knows. Who even knows what is right for anything, you know? If you have any advice feel free to let me know. Having suffered with anxiety and stuff, I have a unique understanding and empathy when it comes to certain types of suffering. I think it’s a good thing. I don’t even know if I’m the type of person who wants to help people, or if I’d be good at that. The important thing to me is that I’m continuing my education. In the past simple things like my G.E.D. seemed like such a hurdle. The important thing is that I’m doing something useful with my time? I guess now I don’t have to feel so guilty about the hours of listening to re-runs of howard stern clips. It’s my free time and I learned some shit so it makes sense I guess. I’m not trying to say I don’t have any like good feelings about doing psychology. There’s plenty of good reasons. But deep down we all know that talking about diagnosis and case studies doesn’t really fill me with the kind of glee that more artistic stuff does. At the same time, any job is just a job, right? I need money. Sure after I finish my degree there would be other things I could continue on to do. But hey I’m not 18 or something right? I’m young enough though I guess. My mom always says DO IT NOW WHILE YOU’RE YOUNG. One girl I work with is 18 years old I think and she got accepted to Oxford. She’s going to go there after awhile. I guess that’s cool. I heard something on the radio about pornography. It was two guys who sounded kinda old and the way they were talking about it made me laugh at first. I was like literally lol-ing. Then it started to make sense. I think a lot of pornography does promote abusing women in a way. I’m not saying there’s no porns that promote abusing men, alright? Anyway. I’m not trying to be a square about it. But what I think is that a whole lot of people watch it. Kids grow up watching it sometimes from a young age and it can shape your mind in weird ways. I just saw a video where Ted Bundy talked about kind of his experience with pornography and how it can really fuck up your head. I think there’s something to be said for being able to be creative, or getting a whole lot out of something little. Something subtle. I don’t think people should become desensitized to everything. I think some people don’t know how to separate certain things from reality. I think people in the porn industry can be damaged by it. But you know, where do you draw the lines in life? Because people have a right to do what they wanna do, or something like that. I’m not one of those people who thinks women should just COVER UP either. It’s just something to think about I guess. I saw some of these body positivity pages on facebook. Pages which depict heavier women accepting of their bodies and being sexy and cute or whatever you want to call it. It reminded me of something.. Steve once pointed out that on underwear packages, skinny women stand in sexy poses and the plus sized underwear show heavier women like bursting out laughing. I think what he’s getting at is that heavy women aren’t really portrayed as being sexy in any way. Like they’re sending a different message. I see what he means. And what I feel is that... it was funny to see the facebook pages because in the media or on packages you never see heavier girls depicted as being sexy or confident in the same way. Theres just a subtle difference usually, ya know? And I’m sure you could say that companies don’t want anyone to feel good about themselves because they want to sell you more shit. I duno it’s just amazing what a dumb sterile little world were all living in while being tricked that everyone is so free. all the advertisements want to make you believe that you are making your own choices. But in many ways... the only choice you have is uhh. Be thin. Cover up the acne. The choice you have is the one they are dictating. Now you have the choice which acne meds to buy ;) Anyway, that might be a bad example. But you know. It’s the same way animals like cows or pigs aren’t really on television being cute and all that shit. You might see a nice documentary about whales or something, but how much does anyone really know about like, cows and what not. They don’t want you to think about it. The truth is cows are really sweet, cute and smart. The fact that you can go to the grocery store and buy chicken and it has a little picture of a chicken wearing a graduation cap holding a diploma and it’s called “ smart chicken” is making a mockery of life. On a personal level, well.. I miss my friends and family I do feel disconnected from them. I think if I saw them more it wouldn’t be that way. I’m not much for making new friends. I mean.... I had a chick I really liked at work and then she got fired. *shrug* Well anyway Pleasure to know you all <3

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