A Cliché Anniversary

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A sound loud as thunder made you jump for a short second. More loud noises. Things falling to the ground. The known noises. You released a sigh and smiled as you turned around, just as a tall, young boy dressed in a superhero suit stumbled straight into the lab. “Missed the window again?” you asked him casually, trying not to laugh. 

He ignored your question and asked instead. “Is anybody else here?” 

“No. Like always, it’s only you and me. Calm down, Spidey” you laughed as the boy grabbed the mask from behind and pulled it from his head, revealing his true identity. 

“Oh god, wait. There’s somebody!” you suddenly said and panicked dramatically. 

“What?” he said confused and shocked at the same time. Desperately he tried to get the mask back on but stopped himself soon as he noticed how you started to laugh. “Ha ha, how funny. It’s been the fifth time since you pulled that joke”

“And you still believe it” you smiled. “Now come on, change clothes. I actually worked on something really cool for your suit last night.” 

Peter smiled at you as he walked back into your room to change into normal clothes. With his suit, he looked like your dad. Despite the fact that your dad made his suit but what you meant was that he looked older than he actually was. In his normal day clothes, he looked younger but not that that is a bad thing. He looked just the right age. “So, what have you been working at?” he asked and came closer to you. 

“It’s nothing big but I thought it was quite cool” you said and handed him a new pair of web shooters on which you worked on. Peter looked closer at it. Him and you started to hang out more often since you know about each other or mostly you know about Peter being Spider-Man. He is pretty clever just as you are and he had quite good ideas for new inventions. Also he was close your age. That’s why you liked working and hanging out with him, rather than have to work with your dad and his friends. 

Suddenly the signal appeared at the ceiling, making you smile proudly. Peter starred at the red beam, which projects the Signal. “That’s absolutely… awesome” he stuttered a bit, still starring at it. 

“Glad to know you like it” you chuckled as glanced at him. “Let’s change the web shooters and then we still have some work to do.”

“Alright, boss” he teased. You rolled your eyes, wanting to throw something after him as he went to grab his suit. 

Forever and a Day [Bucky x Reader] Part 3/5

Forever and a Day

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, mentions of Peggy x Steve

Rating: T/PG-13

No spoilers for Civil War. This takes place after The Winter Soldier.

Summary: You spent your youth as a friend to Steve and a lover to Bucky. But the three of you were not destined for normal lives and now the past has begun to catch up to you.

Tags: @thebestofoneshots @2muchcandygonnarotursoul

Notes: Thank you guys for your patience. This has been a hard week and I really appreciated all the support and condolences. 

Part 1 | Part 2

Part Three:

Waiting for word from Tony was almost physically painful for you.

For a long time, life had become routine and mundane. You told yourself you liked it that way. In truth, you simply accepted it as your fate. But now life was anything but boring, and you found yourself both terrified and thrilled at the prospect of change.

Steve wasn’t waiting to hear back from Tony. He and Sam were already hard at work chasing any lead they could find. You felt guilty not doing the same, but you had no leads and no other connections. Tony’s facial recognition tracking program was your best bet. If none of Steve’s leads panned out, then at least you could hold out hope that Tony would come through for you.

No matter if his mission had gone poorly that day or not, Steve made an effort to check in every day. Things were still a bit stilted between the two of you. There were a lot of hurt feelings on his side, you knew, but now was not the time to hash things out. Bucky was of the utmost importance, he was all that mattered.

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That Time of Year - Bucky Barnes x (f) Reader

Words: 1152 Paring: Bucky Barnes x (f)Reader Warnings: swearing, but is that a surprise? Requested by @sexymackstan “May I have an imagine where you’re not an Avenger and its Christmas time and you put up this tree, you are pregnant with twins, but your boyfriend Bucky doesn’t know? You planned to tell him on Christmas Day and he plans to propose to you on that day as well. He has everyone over that day and has a priest come and marry you both on New Years Eve. Make it super fluffy and adorably cute, because bucky with children would be super adorable. lol” A/n: you know at the beginning of this I was all “no Lilly don’t use pronouns make it readable by everyone” but then about halfway through it hit me, “lilly you can use pronouns because the reader gets pregnant.” I also saw Civil War again today- man the feels were big. I found many Easter eggs that I am still freaking out about. Oops.

Masterlist. 

Bucky was very enthusiastic about Christmas.

And he was very not okay with having a store bought tree. He even said that even though he’s  very much so in the future, he was going to have a real fucking tree.

And even though Bucky used to be The Winter Soldier and worked with the Avengers, he decided you (who is not anything like an Avenger) was worth more.

So you and Bucky went to find a tree. And it was much more stressful than you expected. And it was even more stressful because you were feeling like you were going to throw up every minute in the morning.

But you toughed it out long enough to see Bucky running around like a little kid, and picking out the perfect tree.

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“You’re dating Peter Parker? How long? Y/f/n we’ve talked about you dating and-” A loud sigh escaped from your lips as your father, Steve Rogers, was preparing for a mile long speech that you weren’t at all in the mood to hear.

Only minutes before your dad had sat you down at the kitchen table, you were wrapped up tightly in a blanket watching a movie with you boyfriend, Peter Parker. The two of you had been together for a short span of two months but you were both keen on keeping it quiet. It was no secret that your father didn’t like the idea of you dating, he even went to the extreme of having a member of the Avengers watch over you at almost all waking moment to make sure the unspoken rule was followed.

Natasha would ‘casually’ tag along on your trips to the mall when Steve suspected you were meeting with a boy. Sometimes Tony would offer to drive you and your friends around because your father was dead set on the idea that a boy would be involved. Bucky and Steve refused to let anyone besides the team train you thinking that one of the male agents would pull something on you. You were beyond thankful and appreciative of your father ( and the rest of the teams) over protectiveness but at times it was overbearing.

You hardly went out to movies with your friends anymore because Wanda’s suspicious eyes made them uncomfortable and Thor could quickly turn your hang outs into awkward learning sessions on Asgardian terms and ways of life. You felt suffocated and smothered twentyfour-seven, well that was you did until you met Peter Parker.

Despite your father having forced you to sit out of the fight between him and Tony a few months back, you still traveled along with him to Germany. Nobody dared involve you in the fight so you kept yourself roaming on the down low in the streets of Munich, Germany with a trusted S.H.I.E.L.D agents watching over you. When the fight was over, Natasha escorted you back to New York and on the plane ride home you were introduced to the one and only Spiderman himself.

It was an odd thing meeting Peter. You quickly found the two of you had a long list of traits in common. You both were total dorks, top of your class, had special abilities, and felt stuck on the outside. When your father and Tony worked everything out and the team became one again, Tony Stark offered Peter a spot on The Avengers, if he earned it.

Peter was ecstatic and trained nonstop with you, soaking all the information you could possible give him up like a sponge. But along the way through all your flirtatious comments and teasing acts, you began to develop feelings for Peter. He was the same age as you and you shared so much in common so how could you not fall for his adorable smile?

When Peter came to you early one Sunday morning with the news that Tony was letting him join in on the next upcoming mission, you couldn’t hold back. You leaped across the room closing the space between the two of you and pressed you lips against his chapped ones without warning. An eruption of butterflies and fireworks exploded inside of you at the embrace. Peter’s hands trailed up your side and stopped at the small of your back pulling you tight against his body. You kept your hands by your side feeling a bit awkward not knowing what to do with them, it was your first kiss after all. You pulled away moments later and grazed your numb lips with your fingertip.

“Wow…” Peter mumbled smiling widely.

‘Yeah…” You responded still glued to a state of shock.

From there on Peter Parker and yourself made a plan and vowed not to tell a single soul of your relationship until your dad eased up. The team never questioned either of you and Steve trusted you with Parker, thinking of him as only your friend. You had no idea how long it would take and for a while you pondered over the possibility of never being able to come public with your relationship. But now as you sat soundlessly in front of your dad the idea of never coming clean to Steve didn’t seem so bad.

“Dad I like him alot and I know you do too. He’s nice to me and he doesn’t make me feel so lonely in this place. I don’t have many friends, dad. Peter had always been there for me and he understands me.” You explained softly staring at the marble countertop. The mesh of greys and white were suddenly the most interesting thing you had seen as your the padding of your finger traced the designs.

“I did like him,Y/n. That was before I knew he was dating you.” He said sternly. After you dad caught you with snuggled up to Peter and demanded an explanation, he rushed you back home to your apartment in Brooklyn that your father shared with your Uncle Bucky.

Bucky was seated on the couch flipping through channels and trying to remain out of the argument. He had had his fair share of wars within the last year and the last thing he wanted was to get between Steve and you.

“We’re still dating, dad.” Your voice was shallow and low. You could feel your throat clenching up and tears building up in your eyes. Peter was your best friend and were quickly developing deeper feelings than you could handle, the last thing you needed was your dad against you.

From the corner of your eye you could see your Uncle Bucky shifting from his seat on the couch to turn and subtly glance at your father and you.

“That’s not the point- Y/n I’m just… I’m just upset you didn’t tell me, alright? I thought you knew you could tell me anything.” He admitted defeatedly. His eyebrows were scrunched together in deep thought as he stared at you from across the table. A bit of guilt washed over you as you took in his words knowing exactly what he was touching on. Your mother, whom was long gone and had no intention of returning, was a very distrustful person after your birth. She betrayed your family and left in the middle of the night without warning leaving your dad in ruins.

The last thing you wanted was to turn into your wariness mom.

Reaching across the tabletop you laid your hand on top of your dad’s giving it a light squeeze. “Dad I’m sorry I didn’t mean to hide anything from you. The only reason I kept it from you was because I knew you would react like this. I really like him, Peter that is, but I was scared you wouldn’t let me be with him and be mad at me.”

Glancing up at you with watery eyes Steve shook his head,

“No sweetheart, I could never be mad at you. You’re my little girl and I love you more than anything. I’m sorry I’ve been so protective of you I just don’t want to lose you like I did your mom. Parker’s a good kid, he’ll take care of you and I’m sorry I embarrassed you, Y/n. I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did.” A small visible trail of salt tears were skimming down Steve’s cheek making you feel even worse for not telling him in the first place. “You didn’t embarrass me, dad. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Peter and I, I should’ve never tried to hide it from you at all.” Maneuvering around the long island you managed to throw your arms around your father’s broad shoulder hugging him tightly. He returned the gestured immediately and rubbed your back soothingly.

“It’s okay, sweetie. I can understand why you didn’t tell me, but from now on I want you to know you can be honest with me, okay?” He explained. You smiled happily and nodded your head in agreement.

A new presence filled the room as Bucky stood awkwardly by you two. Pulling apart Steve wiped his eyes and turned to your Uncle with curious eyes. Bucky threw his arm around your shoulder and chuckled loudly.

“You know Steve, I’m surprise it took you so long to figure out those two are dating. Natasha and I have caught them millions of time sneaking around the tower together.” Your eyes grew wide at his words. “Wait you knew?” You gaped up at him. James smirked down at you and ruffled your hair. “Of course I did. You guys aren’t exactly the best at keeping secrets.” Bucky teased reaching across the table to grab a purple plum from the bowl. Steve turned in his chair and stared at him in confusion. “Buck, why didn’t you tell me sooner?” He questioned. Chewing on the plump fruit Bucky shrugged. “Because I knew you’d freak out, besides they’re cute together and it was pretty amusing watching them think they were slik.” A faint blush painted your pale cheeks red. How had you not known Bucky had caught on to you and Peter? You thought you two were as careful as could be, what sort of slip up had you caused? Before you could push the matter anymore a loud knock on the front door cut you off. You dad excused himself and walked over to the door as you continued your discussion with Bucky who gave you a play by play on the exact moments he caught you and Parker together in the couple form.

A voice from the apartment door drew you away from Bucky and caused you to gaze over in realization. When Steve opened the door he was face to face with the one and only Spiderman who stood with his chest puffed out and a look of determination tracing his perfect features. You tried to signal to him from behind your father that you had worked everything out but he simply ignored you and started his mini rant.

“Hi Mr. Rogers, I’m sorry for dropping by unannounced but I needed to talk to you about Y/n and I. I’m sorry for disrespecting you and not telling you about how I feel for your daughter but I care about her a lot and you sort of intimidate me. Actually you really intimidate me and scare me a bit.  Anyways, I like Y/n a lot. She’s my closest friend and basically the only person I can relate to around here. I promise I have never nor do I plan on ever treating her wrongly, she means alot to me and she is beautiful and smart-” Stepping aside your dad motioned his arm towards the inside of you home and smiled warmly at the young teen.

“Peter would you like to come in for dinner? I was just about to put a pizza in the oven or maybe make some pasta. If it’s alright with your Aunt we would love to have you over.” Buck and you shared a look and snickered quietly watching the sudden mixture of dementedness and revelation. His hands were shoved in his pocket and he once again stumbled along with his words. “I- uh…um… you- well… yeah sure I g-guess. That uh- that sounds really nice.” Peter’s hand worked its way to the back of his neck scratching it uncomfortably. Steve shook his head and pointed his finger towards the kitchen. Peter’s big brown eyes landed on you the second he entered the room and his lips stretched.

“Y/n…” You gave him a small wave slowly making your way to him. Bucky sipped on his water trying to mask his laughter and avoid staring at you and Peter shifting awkwardly in front of each other. Steve bit his lips as he turned on the oven and strained his hearing hoping to catch in on your conversation.

“Hey Peter, what are you doing here?” You whispered grabbing ahold of his upper arm. Peter shrugged his shoulder and looked past you watching your dad pull a pizza out from a brown box.

“Well, uh it’s sort of lame but I came to talk your dad into letting us be together. I thought it would be all dramatic and he’d hate me but I think he took it pretty well.” Peter admitted. You could hear a muffled chuckle from your Uncle Bucky but he managed to replace it with a cough before Peter noticed.

Nodding you wrapped your arms around Peter’s waist and hugged him close. He reacted quickly, his hand reaching up to comb through your hair. With your head resting on his chest you gazed up at your boyfriend with a sweet smile,

“That’s so kind of you, my hero.”

Steve’s heart practically melted at the sound of your loving voice. As much as it hurt to see you growing up, Steve knew it was bound to happen eventually. Besides, he thought, things could’ve turned out much at worse, at least you weren’t seeing Deadpool.

-Daizy x

Of Oblivious Minds (4)

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Summary: You're positive Azriel is in love with Elain. It seems so obvious. But Cassian is laughing at you and suddenly nothing makes quite so much sense anymore.

Word count: 3k

Warnings: Angst

a/n: Thank you for reading and sorry for the wait!! I hope you enjoy :) Let me know what you think ❤️

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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You were leaving today, and suddenly—with your bags at your feet and the air around you filled with stagnant silence—a few days seemed so juvenile. So… inconsequential in the grand scheme. 

You would leave, and when you returned everything would be the same. Azriel would still love another and you would still be left with the bleak realization that you had spent the last few centuries denying a love that you knew to be fruitless. 

Nothing would change if you were to be gone only a few measly days. 

But if you were to be gone a month? A year, even? 

Much of your work for Rhysand could be done from afar, especially with the library in Day Court. Helion wouldn’t mind; he’d asked you to consider an extended stay in the past. And maybe there could even be something there, something to take your mind off of your true home. 

The home that wasn’t Velaris. 

You saw him every time you closed your eyes. His rare smiles, his even rarer laughs; you saw the way his watchful eyes skated across every room you entered and reminisced on each twitch of his hands—the way you could feel it against your fingers when you grabbed for him in the busy streets of Velaris. 

Azriel was inescapable, even when you battled against your vision and attempted to drift to sleep. 

He was everywhere, everything. 

But he wouldn’t be in Day Court, and although that wouldn't stop your thoughts, it would be something. It would be distance. 

With a flick of your wrist, you sent your bags away to Day Court and heaved in an uncomfortably large breath. You knew he would do little to deny you, but you still needed to ask Rhys. He was your High Lord and employer, above all your friend, and you knew it would take a little persuading. 

Maybe tears. Yes, tears were very moving and equally as conjurable at the moment.

It only took one step before the knock on your door left you still. Your shoes made a dent in the carpet and you could hear him breathing on the other side of the ornately carved wood. You could always tell when it was Azriel. 

You shifted your weight from one knee to the next, gripping your skirts at the thigh. Azriel knocked again, this time in a faster pattern—more rushed. 

You bit into your lip. You hadn’t planned to see him again, not before you left. You would deal with the repercussions of such an act later on, but not now. Not when you had finally gotten your emotions under control for long enough to have a conversation with Rhys. 

It made sense to you now why you had repressed this for so long. 

The sound of your voice was startling. “Come in.” 

The door creaked, but the sound was overpowered by Azriel’s boot clicking against shining marble. The shadowsinger entered before his shadows, but the wisps followed close behind, quickly abandoning their master in favor of darting toward you. They twisted up your legs and elbows, rolling into your hair and dancing along your fingertips. 

Something like fear, love, crushing defeat tugged and tugged at your chest. 

“Azriel,” you greeted, aiming for a surprised tone and failing. “Have you come to see me off?” 

The spymaster didn’t smile. “Rhys sent me. He said you might have a message for him.” 

That cauldron-damned meddler. Of course he somehow knew about your reservations. You doubted he knew exactly what you had to say, but you had been dragging your feet all morning and were currently about an hour late for your own departure. 

And of course he had sent Azriel of all people. 

“Oh! Well, I suppose I could go and—” 

“Why is half of your vanity gone?” 

You blinked, startled by the words. If Azriel was anything, he was polite and never one to cut someone off. You went to search Azriel’s expression but found him zeroed in on the table pushed into the corner of your room. 

“What?” It was all you could think to formulate. 

But Azriel was quick to respond. “Almost all of your things are gone. Your perfumes and the pots of cream you keep on the side. You’ve only left the items you don’t use anymore.” 

“How do you know—” you cut yourself off this time, ignoring the glaring question that tried to blind you. “Azriel, I’m going away… to Day Court. You know this.”

But Azriel only shook his head, stalking over to the table and yanking the drawer open so harshly it shook the mirror. When he didn’t find what he was looking for, he went to your closet, throwing open the door, shoulders rising and falling with more effort. 

“Azriel—” 

“You’ve packed too much.” He turned to you, some of his shadows returning to wind around his chest. “You’ve taken most of your clothes.” 

“You know I always overpack,” you laughed, but the laugh sounded fake, painful. 

You fought the urge to cower under Azriel’s scrutinizing gaze. It was as if he was on fire, as if he was aflame and filled with something that had been pent up for far too long. If someone, anyone, were to look inside of you, they would see the same thing. 

Which is why you needed to get far, far away from this situation. Away from him.

But the longer you looked back at him—the longer you tried to slap that easygoing smile on your face—the longer he stared back with the same steady intensity. 

“Is something the matter?” you tried. 

Azriel’s hand twitched. 

That feeling crept along the edges of your ribs once again. 

“Is something the matter?” he parroted, jaw so impossibly tight the words came out pinched. 

You finally looked away, playing with your fingers. “Yes?” 

He started laughing. But it wasn’t the kind of laugh that made you feel light. It didn’t fill you with pride for eliciting such a sound from him, nor did it make you want to laugh in return. It made you feel dark; as Azriel laughed, you wanted to heave the sound back within the depths it flowed from. 

“There are several things that are the matter, y/n, but I’d say the most pressing is that you have been avoiding me for weeks. That every moment I’ve tried to spend with you has been promptly evaded and now you’re leaving and you had no intention of saying goodbye.” 

“I was going to—” 

“Please,” he pleaded, eyes soft yet so achingly desperate. “Don’t lie to me. Not right now.” 

The indent in the carpet was becoming permanent; you couldn’t seem to move. 

“I’ve been… I’ve been going through a hard time. Leaving seemed like it was the best for me. Just for a little while. Just until I could sort a few things out.” 

“For how long?” he asked, voice cracking along the precipice of the last word. 

You paused then, staring hard into his eyes. “A while.”

A shaky breath left the shadowsinger, his chest reflecting the sound. He ran a hand into his hair and tugged at the roots, an action you hadn’t seen him do in years. A sickening sort of pity ran through you—a sort of responsibility. 

Because Azriel was your friend, and he was going through something, too. You had no idea if his mate reciprocated his feelings. You found it hard to believe that anyone wouldn’t love Azriel, but the conversation you’d overheard last week gave nothing away. 

Maybe Azriel hadn’t told her yet because she didn’t love him. And maybe you were being a bad friend by not being there for him. 

Tossing your hurt to the side, you took a step forward. Azriel watched the movement, eyes flickering behind you to catch the previous imprint of your feet on the carpet. 

“I’m sorry,” you began, resolute. “I’m sorry that you felt you couldn’t tell me. And that you’ve been… having a hard time. I know I’m not leaving at the most opportune time, but you can write to me and I can help you.” 

Some of the brokenness on Azriel’s face morphed into confusion. “Help me?” 

“With your mate.” 

And it was as if Azriel had been shot. He physically recoiled, his right foot coming down to catch him as he fixed his imbalance. 

“I know you wanted to keep it private, but I overheard. Azriel—” You swallowed. Hard. “—It’s so wonderful that you’ve found your mate.” 

Something was set in motion, and Azriel was shaking his head. His gaze was fixed on you and his eyebrows were pushed together in a painful expression and he just kept shaking his head as your chest caved and it became hard to breathe. Something pulled from within and it felt like your heart was unraveling. 

Couldn’t he see how hard this was? How much it took from you just to acknowledge that he was destined for someone else? 

The shadowsinger seemed unaware of your inner turmoil, instead taking long steps across the room until he reached you. He leaned down, brought his hands up to your face, and he broke another piece of you as his forehead touched yours. 

He was whispering something, words so low even your fae ears couldn’t catch them, but you knew they were fast. Fast and incoherent and you weren’t even able to find their meaning in his expression because his eyes were squeezed so tightly. 

“Please, just notice. See it, angel, it’s there.” 

Your jaw quivered. He was so close to you. The few words you were able to make out were confusing. 

“My oblivious girl. Please.” 

“Azriel—” 

When he opened his eyes, the world fell off its axis. The fear in your chest—the feeling that had been unraveling you and leaving you weak—alighted. It pulled and pulled but this time it didn’t hurt. It no longer left splinters embedded in your ribs or took the breath from your lungs. 

As you looked up at Azriel, it was only soothing and warm and—

Mate. Azriel was your mate. 

You pushed back from him, stumbling and catching on the rug as you went toppling down to the floor. There was no pain from the fall; a numbness overtook your body where the warmth once flowed. 

“You’re my—Azriel, you—” 

There were no endings to the sentences you began. Azriel tried reaching a hand down, but when you wouldn’t take it he joined you on the floor. He sat with you between his legs, bringing you forward until your knees curled against his chest. And then he wrapped you in his arms and then his wings, taking calming breaths as yours ran rampant. 

“I am your mate,” he finished for you, so much more soothing than you had ever heard him speak.

“But Elain,” you gasped out, finding solace against his chest. You leaned your forehead against him and relished in the heat. 

“What of Elain?” Azriel asked, bringing a hand up against the back of your head. 

“You love Elain.” 

“I do not love Elain.” 

“And Mor?” 

“I do not love Mor, either.” 

You nodded against him. This would take longer for you to come to terms with later, but only simple answers were getting through to you now. And the bond—the bond—sang as you touched Azriel. The bond didn’t care if you were confused or hurt or disbelieving.

Your mind swam as a new influx of emotions filled you, but there was a distinction to them and you knew they weren’t your own. At first, it was hard to pick through them all; there were so many that they all blended together. There was an obvious tender love, but also a crippling fear that mingled with a darkness you couldn’t place. There was adoration and hopefulness and a sense of peace that lay at the bottom of all else. 

But you could tell this peace was new. It wasn’t as deeply ingrained as the others. 

Azriel leaned back, craning his neck down to catch your gaze. “Do you feel that?” he asked. When you nodded, he continued. “Those feelings have always belonged to you. All of them. I know there is not a lot of proof of that, and I will spend the rest of my life making up for that, but they have always belonged to you.” 

“Have you always felt mine?” you asked, voice sounding unused. 

“Since I’ve felt the bond,” he nodded. 

“How long have you…” 

Azriel sighed, but it wasn’t out of irritation. The bond told you as much. “Months.” 

Tears burned at the back of your eyes. “Then why did you never—” 

Azriel shushed you as your voice cracked. He ran both hands behind your head and held you steady as his lips pressed to your forehead. 

“I didn’t want to lose you.” 

Throat still closed, words still choked, you replied, “That is idiotic.” 

This time, when Azriel laughed, you felt that pride spark up in your chest. “I know, angel. Gods, do I know that.” 

There was a brief pause, a respite to the revelations and emotions in the room. You counted your breaths as you pressed against Azriel, and he ran his hands up and down the length of your spine, chaste kisses pressed to your head as the minutes ticked by. 

“Don’t leave.” Azriel broke the silence. “Stay. Please.” 

When you didn’t answer, he kept talking. 

“You don’t have to love me. I know that is a lot to ask and there are still so many questions left unanswered. But, y/n, I have loved you for a long, long time. I couldn’t bear it if you left. It has been difficult to even function this past week with you avoiding me. If you were to leave—”

“I only avoided you because I thought it wasn’t me,” you interrupted, pulling back once again to meet his gaze. “I thought you didn’t love me and I couldn’t stand it, so I wanted to leave.”

A grim line set into Azriel’s mouth. The desperation returned to his eyes. “We have wasted so much time.” 

“I wouldn’t say wasted. Not when you were here. Not when I was still with you.” 

“Angel.” The word came out like a plea, and then his lips were on yours. His hands pressed you closer and his mouth was hot against yours and it was everything you’d spent three centuries ignoring. You loved him, gods did you love him, and in this kiss was every proof that he loved you. 

You tangled your fingers in his hair, musing the already displaced strands. His wings quivered as you kissed him more, the action sending little pools of light into the bubble he had created. They felt warm against your eyelids, and when you pulled away to see the cause, Azriel moved his attention to your jaw, your cheek, your neck. 

“You are my mate,” he affirmed against your skin, low and gravelly. “Mine.” 

You pulled his head away, leaning your forehead against his own. “And you are mine.” 

“I love you,” he said. 

And you couldn’t say it back, not yet. Azriel seemed unperturbed by this and accepted your small smile as a reply, reciprocating it tenfold. His smile shone in the pockets of light created by his wings and his eyes no longer looked sad. It made you want to say it back.

When that guilt flooded you and your mouth parted, there was a tug at the bond instead. You gasped at the feeling, blinking up at Azriel with owlish eyes. 

“I’ve wanted to do that for months,” he admitted, smile softening as he ran scarred fingers along your cheeks. “Every time I felt your doubt or fear. I figured I could startle it out of you.” 

You rubbed at your chest. “It feels warm. And…” You couldn’t find the words.

“It feels good, angel. This bond was cold and it hurt, but it—it feels good. Like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.” 

A breathy, awestruck laugh escaped you. “You know, I still have to go to Day for the weekend. It’s court-appointed.” 

Azriel groaned, burying his face in your neck. “Then I will come with you,” he grumbled, words muffled against your skin. 

“You cannot. But you can wait for me to return and I will come right back here.”

Following Commands

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 1.6K

Warnings: Few swearwords, arguing and a little bit of angst

Request: Hello Sweetie 😊 I try and request also something. One with Steve where you constantly fight but secretly you have a crush on each other. One time Steve finds you sitting at the Roof of the Stark-Tower, crying. He immediately joins you and hugs you, holding you close while you tell him how useless you feel and that you disappoint all the People around you. He then tells you how much you mean to everyone, especially to him and you finally confess your feelings? :) Thx –Anonymous

A/N: I’m sorry it took me so long to write your request doll, I absolutely love it! ♥

You ran your fingers above the hard disk drives; numbers, pictures and words running to your mind as a tornado of colors and shapes, filling it with the most protected secrets of Hydra. Anything they had ever created, anything they had ever planned or researched –everything now saved on your mind, locked in the safe boxes of your brain.

A strict call for your name caused you to flinch and the flood of information to crackle as you shook your head, trying to push the voice out of it.

“Abort the mission,” Steve’s strict voice called out on the line of your earbud over the voice of fighting at the background. “All Avengers step back, now.”

“Not now, Steve,” you mumbled, trying desperately to get your focus back to the hard drives to get all the cognizance in time. “I’m almost done.”

“I don’t care, step back Y/N,” he raised his voice – yet you didn’t budge. You had everything under your control and could have teleported yourself out of the base of Hydra in nanoseconds or whenever the situation would have demanded you to.

“No,” you shook your head, “All I need is twenty seconds.”

“You are not getting that, get out of the building Y/N,” Steve snapped, his voice deep and harsh, making shivers run through your spine. Shooking your head again, you gritted your teeth as you tried desperately to make the information to flow faster.

“Y/N-“

“Ready,” you sighed from relief as you got the last codes from the hard drives. In a blink of an eye, you teleported yourself back to the Quinjet, breaking into a breathy laugh when you appeared. “Ooh, that was close.”

“Shit, doll, you don’t give a damn about the orders.” Bucky shook his head, yet couldn’t hide the amused grin on his dusty and bruised face.

“Yeah, well when the commands are stupid-ass commands, I refuse to obey them,” you rolled your eyes with a sarcastic laugh as you tried to calm down your breathing as well as stop your heart bouncing out of your chest.

“Are you out of your mind?” Steve called out, his voice cold and angry as he rushed towards you, his blue eyes full of disappointment. “I told you to abort the mission-“

“If I had stepped back at that point Steve–,” you took a deep breath, trying your best to stay calm, “the whole mission would have been for nothing. I got-“

“I don’t care Y/N, if I give you a command, it’s your job to obey,” he snapped. “It doesn’t matter-“

“There was no point in that order, and you know that,” you raised your voice, stepping closer to him. “I had everything under my control so why on earth-“

“Y/N,” Steve shook his head and clenched his jaw. “You are no longer working as an Avenger.”

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BABY LOVE

Bucky x reader. 

an: first bucky fanfic hope you like. first time writing smut be kind please. also love feed back.

Fluff and some smut.

summary: you and bucky are trying. you have had three miscarriages and feel like giving up. You find out your 3 months pregnant but wait a couple more months to tell bucky because you don’t want another heart break.

(NOT MY GIF)

You woke up screaming from pain and horror. You thought to yourself ‘not again. please not again.” As your husband carried you down to the car and rushed to the hospital. It had been your third miscarriage.You were angry and sad because you wanted a baby so badly and you knew how much your husband wanted one too. After the one before this one you talked to Bucky about adoption but Bucky would deny it every time. Not because he didn’t want to but because he knew how happy you were when you were pregnant. He hated seeing you so sad especially after the last miscarriage, all Bucky was doing was apologizing while you were at the hospital.

“I’m so sorry, Doll. I am so sorry.” he cried out.

“What are you sorry about Buck, this isn’t you fault it happens.” you whisper in his ear while running your hands through his hair.

“I am a monster. I did this. It’s Karman for all the bad things i have done. It is finally catching up to me. I am the reason for this. I am sorry baby. You don’t deserve this.” tears rolling down his face. 

“It’s Karma not Karman Buck and this isn’t that at all. My body just isn’t used to this yet, i guess.” you said frowning at him.

“You deserve better. You deserve the world. I don’t know why you let me love you but you do. I love you (Y/N) so much. We will have a baby and how do i know this because when i look at you i feel home and when there is home there is family.” he said wiping his tear and kissing your forehead. The doctor walked in. 

“Hello Mr. and Mrs. Barnes. So, today we found that the reason for this last miscarriage was caused by stress.” You couldn’t help but look down and cry. It was your fault, you did this, you killed your child. Bucky looked over and saw what was happening, he knew that look, he knew that guilty look. “We know that you have had two miscarriages before this. We think you were so stressed about losing this baby that your nerves got the better of you. This is not your fault. I want you to know that now. It happens to mothers a lot more often then you’d like to believe. We want you to take time for yourself and your husband. You need to relieve stress before trying again. So, NO SEX for a Month.”  

You couldn’t hear anything after the ‘CAUSED BY STRESS’ part but Bucky heard everything. You looked up and asked the doctor with tear filled eyes if you could go home. He nodded and released you. The ride home was quiet. You couldn’t look anywhere but out the passenger window. How were you suppose to look at your husband after finding out that you caused the miscarriage. How could he still love you after what you had done. You didn’t mean to but you did it. You to finally got home, he opened the car door for you but you just sat there staring at the floor. He picked you up and took you inside. He took you to the bedroom and laid you down on your bed. You just laid there hoping he would just walk out but of course not he wanted to hold you. He got in bed with you. At first you were facing him but you couldn’t stand it before he fully get  in and comfortable you turned your back to him. He didn’t say anything for fear of him saying something wrong. You fell fast asleep once you got warm enough from Bucky’s touch. When you woke up the next morning Bucky wasn’t in bed with you. You thought he was in the bathroom but he wasn’t. You were coming up with all these scenarios. The worst one was he left because he was disgusted by you. You rolled over and felt a paper. It was Bucks writing.

“Dear my beautiful (y/n),

 I love you. i love you more than anything in the world. I went out for the day to go talk to Fury and Tony to let them know that we will be unavailable for missions until we get through this. I know that you think this is your fault and you’re a monster. I want to tell you that you are the furthest thing from a monster,doll. You are the light in darkness, the stars at night, the extra in ordinary. You will never know how much you mean to me. You will never know how much I miss you when I am away. I know we both want a baby so bad but like you told me when i would have nightmares. We must stay patient. I will be with you til the end of the line. Through the good and the bad my love. I will see you soon. 

Love YOUR BUCKY.”

Your eyes were filled with tears some happy and some sad. While you were reading the note you remember more why you loved James. He knew you like the back of his hand. He loved you and you loved him more than both of you ever could explain. You got in the shower after to take time and think about what you wanted to do next. What was your’s and his next move. You finished up and two luggage bags were packed. You were a bit nervous as to why. When you walked into the kitchen there Bucky was making you lunch and dancing to his music. You couldn’t help but laugh. He slowly turned around with red filled cheeks.

“What’s so funny babe?” 

“Nothing. I was just wondering how you got woman to dance with you with those moves.” you bursted with laughter.

“I will show you how.” he said pulling you in to dance with him. You still couldn’t look at him for longer than five seconds. When you looked away he pulled you in tighter and whispered in your ear. 

“ You got my note right?” 

You don’t say a word to him just nod.

“Well when I went to talk to them they told me that we were due for a vacation.So, Tony suggested we go to his private Island for a few months. He said that we can stay for as long as we’d like and if you want the team to go visit they will go. Well if they weren’t on any missions.” 

“So that is why our bags are packed.”

“Yes my love.”

“I thought you were leaving me.” you joked because you knew he wouldn’t after you read the note. Looking at him before you move forward to kiss him.

“I could never leave you. Are you crazy. As much as you are a pain in my ass (y/n), you are the only one and only thing that keeps me from going insane.” he said smiling against your lips. 

It has been about five months since you left for your vacation with Bucky. You two haven’t done anything because you were still a little insecure about what happen. Although you will never forget it you have tried to move past it. The first month an a half on the island you would wake up in the middle of the night just like you did when you had your miscarriage. You had nightmares every night. Bucky would hold you tight every night when you would wake up screaming with tears flowing down your face. He would rub your back and use his fingers to brush your hair out of your face. Every night he would tell you how lucky he was to have someone like you in his life. During the next two months it would happen about two or three times a week. During the Fourth month you had only had two episodes. It was now about month five and you hadn’t had an episode for about  two an a half weeks. You felt confident and glad you finally got good sleep without worrying you would wake up like you would. 

You and Bucky were on the couch watching a movie. He wanted to watch Jaws but you were not having it. You hated sharks so you put on your best puppy dog face and asked to watch the notebook for about the millionth time. He couldn’t deny his best girl. So, there you were watching it. You turned to him and asked “Would you read to me our love story if that were me?” 

“Doll, i am pretty sure you would be reading to me because I would most likely forget before you would.” he chuckled 

“ I forgot you’re like what 200 years old?” you joked.

“Hey that’s just rude. i am 99 to be exact.” he said while tickling you. 

You were laid flat on the couch. He was hovering over you. You loved the way his hair fell when ever he was over you. You missed him. You missed the way he made you feel whenever you were under him. Before you could even think clearly. You pulled him down for a rough but passionate kiss. Sure these past five months you had make-out sessions but nothing to heated. You knew that the moment you kissed him it was end game. You wrapped you arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. He pulled you up so he could sit down and you  were straddling him. He pulled away which caused you to let out a small whine. 

“Baby, I think we should settle down because at the pace we are going i don’t know if i will be able to hold back.” he said looking into your eyes.

“I want you. No i need you James. I need you to love me like you used to. I need to feel you. please.”  The moment you called him James his pupils dilated, he knew you knew that he couldn’t get enough of the way you said his name. He didn’t say a word instead he leaned forward and kissed you the way he always kissed you. You were getting wetter by the second. You could feel his hard on through your cloth sex. You thought to yourself you were glad you decided to were one of his shirts tonight. You began to move your hips rubbing against his sweat pants which made both of you moan. He couldn’t take it. He hopped up carrying you to the room where he laid you flat on the bed as he removed his shirt and pants. You followed by removing your shirt.Well bucky’s shirt. You felt nervous but a good nervous. It felt like the same night you and Buckys first time. He looked at you with those lust filled eyes. He kissed your body covering every inch. He ripped off your bra. 

“Hey i liked that one.” You shouted.

“ Really because i prefer when you don’t have any bra on.” he said right before he took your breast into his mouth. You let out a small gasp of pleasure.He took his right hand and put it on your other breast rubbing and pulling your nipple. with his left hand it was slowly moving down towards your clit. His metal hand played with your folds before you pushed in one finger. Looking up at you through his eyelashes. 

“God (y/n) your so fucking wet baby.” he pushed in another finger causing you to moan his name. It only spurred him on. He moved faster and with every motion he hit your sweet spot. He knew you were about to cum so he pulled out. 

“ What the fuck James.” you said panting. 

“I want to feel you around me. I need you to feel yo around me.” 

You leaned forward and pulled him down for sloppy kisses. You lead your hand down to pull his boxers down. his member finally being free yo forgot how thick he was. You took a deep gulp before rubbing your hand up and down his shaft. You took your thumb on his head and rubbed his pre-cum all over. 

“fuuuuck.. ughh. shit. babe if you keep doing that i won’t be able to get inside you.”

You aligned him up to your entrance. He looked at you waiting for your approval before he slow entered. 

“ Fuck, (y/n) yur so fucking tight. oh my …. igghgh.” He waited a while to let you get use to him. He was taking to long. 

“Are you going to move or am I going to do all of the work?” 

“eager are we babe?” with that he moved at a slow pace picking up. with each thrust you were getting closer. No words were shared the only sounds were skin on skin contact and moans. You were close. He felt it so he reached down and rubbed your clit harshly. 

“ fuck James . I’m going to … ugh .. cum.”

“Go (Y/N) I am right behind you.” with that you released. your pussy clenched against his cock and that sent him over board. He dragged out your high for as long as you could before pulling out and running to the restroom to get a cloth. He cleaned you up. When he was done he laid next to you propped up on his  elbow. He kissed your forehead before snuggling and falling fast asleep. You were asleep for what it felt like a minute. You woke up with screaming from another nightmare but it wasn’t a miscarriage nightmare. in the nightmare Bucky had told you he didn’t love you anymore because you kept killing his children. He said he hated you and never wanted to see you again. You were crying so hard. It woke Bucky up. 

“Hey what is wrong Doll? another nightmare?” you nodded which made him pull you into a death grip cuddle. “It will get better baby. I love you, (y/n).” he said with his sexy morning voice.

You were about to tell him it wan’t a usual nightmare this one was different. You started to talk but was interrupted by his snored in your ear. For the next month you didn’t have a nightmare. You did get sick. You didn’t know why you were vomiting so much. It didn’t even dawn on you that you might be pregnant. The next two months were the same but those two months weren’t as bad as the first month. You were scared that you could really be sick so you went to call Tony. 

“Hey (y/n) what’s up?” 

“Hey, I was wondering if you guys could come down for the weekend I miss you guys it’s been too long.” 

“I know its been like two months since we last saw you both. We miss you. Not as much as Cap and Nat do. You guys are all thy ever talk about. Well anyways we should be free. i think everyone who is out on Missions come home tonight so we will probably be out there first thing tomorrow morning. Is that okay with you.”

“Yeah totally. Oh but two thing. I want to have a small party for bucky. His birthday was a dew days ago and no one was here and i know he says he doesn’t care. I know he does. So when you get here we are going to plan it and two make sure Natasha is coming. She didn’t come last time and I was very sad.” There was aloud knock on the door as you said that. You were a little nervous because Bucky was in the shower and you were not expecting anyone.

“Tony someone is here and I don’t know who it is and Bucky is in the shower. What should i do?” 

“Answer it. No one is going to be there that shouldn’t be.” he said calmly a little too calmly.

“Okay but stay on the line please.”

You walked up to the door and pulled it open to find all of the avengers at the front door. Your team was here, no your family was here. You missed them. They all came in one by one greeting you. You said hi to everyone but someone was missing. Nat.

“Where is Nat at?” You asked them all. 

“Fury called her for an mission and she couldn’t make it.” Sam said.

“Oh. uh. okay.” you said trying not to sound to bummed because everyone else was here. “Well ill be in the kitchen if you need me.” you said walking with your head down. You really wanted Nat to be there she is your best friend and you miss her so much.  

When you got into the kitchen someone was already in there you figured it was Bucky so you told him the guys were here. 

“Yeah, I know (y/n) i brought all of those little brats. “  It couldn’t be. They said she was a way for a mission, but you knew that voice anywhere. You looked up slowly and stared at her. 

“They said you were away at a mission.”

“come on you really fell for that. I had to see you. Last tie they came without me and i was bummed. Hey i don’t want to be mean but you gained some weight i thought you sad you were sick?” 

“i am i keep throwing up.” 

“Oh wait a moment. The throw up the weight. When was the last time you had your period?”

“like three months ago why? oh my god. do you think its possible? No i need to calm down it can’t be.”

“Have you taken a test? That is the only way to know for sure.” she said with a leaning motion

“I haven’t. Do you think there is one here. I don’t want to leave if we leave it will be suspicious. I have one in my bag. It was from the last time you .. uhh. you were pregnant.” 

You tried not to cry. You were holding tears back. “Go get it please. We need to know.” She was gone and back in less than a minute. Bucky was finally out of the shower so you asked if you a Nat could be alone for awhile because you needed to  ‘catch up’. He walked out of the bedroom and as soon as he did you ran into the bathroom to pee on the stick. Nat timed it five more second and you will see if whether or not you were pregnant. Times up you lift it up and there it read.

“ What does it say? “ Nat whispered.

“PREGNANT.” you mumbled before tears flowed down your cheeks. They were both happy and sad tears. Nat rushed to your side. 

“Hey look at me you need to stay calm alright just stay calm.” You nodded.

“Are you going to tell him?” 

“I can’t. I am barely three months i am guessing. I can’t lose this baby too. If i tell him he will want to help and it will only stress me out and i can’t have that Nat. i just can’t. I will tell him if i get further than 6 months. I can’t see him go through another heart break. I need to stay calm and relaxed for our child. He will be mad if he finds out but he will know i just wanted to keep our baby safe.” you said with tears rolling down your face.

“How do you expect to do that?” Nat asked.

Crap you hadn’t thought about how you would hid your belly or your glow. Let alone you cravings. It is going to be difficult but not impossible and you would do anything to protect your child.

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@ xo-ivanna-xii requested:

Hi! Can you make something angst of Steve x Reader. Where the reader was falling in love secretly with Steve and suddenly Steve is proposing Sharon Carter in front of her? And since that she just ran away from everything and begin work as one of Fury spy and Steve starting worry about her after she missed for a year? Happy ending please!! And please tag me because I really like your story 💜💜

Words: 1.848

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Not enough angst, not enough fluff. Little swearing.

Author notes: As usual (Y/N) is your name, (Y/L/N) is your last name. I AM SO INCREDIBLY SORRY FOR NOT DOING THIS REQUEST BEFORE BUT I REALLY COULDN’T COME WITH ANYTHING!! @ilovebeingjoyful knows because I must have told her a hundred times haha! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this :)

You felt how your heart was ripped off your chest, just like in that Simpsons’ scene, when Laura takes out Bart’s heart and tosses it away in the trashcan. You tried to walk away but your legs were stiff and your mind was numb.   “… So, Sharon I am here on my knees to ask you a very important question… do you want to marry me?” Steve was on his knee, revealing a diamond ring to Sharon.   A loud crash interrupted the happy couple. The glass of water you had in your hand slipped from your fingers and hit the tiles in a matter of seconds. You jumped back when the water got to your bare feet. They both looked at you and you were finally out of your shocked state. Sharon and Steve ran to you to help you gather the shattered glass on the floor.   “FUCK!” You yelled “God I am so sorry guys, I didn’t see you were here” You hurried to apologize as you picked the wet bits of glass from the floor “Pease, don’t mind me” “You’ll hurt yourself (Y/N)” Sharon said in a motherly manner, helping you pick up the pieces “Go put on a pair of shoes” “No biggie” You faked a smile “By the way, congrats guys, I heard the last part. I’m sure you will be extremely happy together”   After apologizing for the hundredth time. You ran back to the kitchen trying to keep the tears inside your eyes. The pointy glass didn’t hurt as much as seeing Steve proposing to Sharon. You knew you should have said something first. You were hopelessly in love with the soldier and you knew in your heart you would have made a better wife than Sharon. Yes, she was in love with him too, and apparently she was way prettier than you, but no one knew Steve the way you did.   You used your spy abilities to cover your feelings and to shove them in the back of your mind and calmly made your way to your room. You took your phone from its charger and dialed the only number who could give you some peace of mind.   “Fury, you still got the job?” You asked immediately after the other line picked up and nodded at his answer “Count me in”   You cried your heart out after throwing your phone on the bed again.  It literally felt like someone threw a stone at a wall made of glass. Maybe het glass shattering before was a way to explain how you felt, a very literal way. You didn’t want to see him ever again.   That same night you packed only the necessary; your uniforms, your favorite Colt M1911, mags, a knife and of course, normal clothing for the everyday girl you were. Without looking back, you took a jet that awaited for you at an hour that everyone were supposed to be fast asleep.   But only one night owl was there to see you.   After a few weeks from your disappearing, Steve started to wonder where you were. Since you didn’t show up for training or you were not even invited to the parties or gatherings Tony hosted once in a while, the super soldier began asking around the team but no one really knew where you were. You left without major warning and everyone thought you’d come back soon. Maybe you were assigned to a tough mission or something like that. Sam was the one who was most calmed about your whole missing state; he knew about your whereabouts and he had a mission of his own: to never tell Steve about you or the reason you truly left.   “No one knows about (Y/N)?” The blonde soldier asked after training “Seriously?” “Steve, she must be gone for a reason” Sharon soothed her soon-to-be husband caressing his shoulder “Whatever that reason is, we must respect it” “She can be dead by now and we wouldn’t know” He pointed out “None of you care about her anymore?” “Steve” Sam interjected “Calm the fuck down. She’s fine” “How can you be so sure?” “Steve, if Sam says she’s fine, we better trust him” Sharon agreed. “What the hell is wrong with you two?!” Steve stormed out of the training room and left her fiancée and best friend with a puzzled expression.   Steve missed you more than ever. He needed you.   “We’re going back to the States, agent (Y/L/N)” Fury said “We have the flight in a few hours”   You were enjoying breakfast in the gorgeous Thera, in Greece. Your job had been over for a month now and you suggested to go on vacation until something came up, and the beautiful island was the perfect destination to lay low for a while. After a year of being everywhere and fighting everyone, you deserved to rest.   You missed home, you missed Sam, and you missed… Did you? In this whole year of being away your mind was so full of things that Steve was not even a thing to think about, not even when you slept, so for that reason you weren’t truly sure if you were still in love with him. Maybe you weren’t, and that was a good thing.   “Is there a reason for that?” You asked, munching a mouthful of pancakes. “I miss home” He answered simply, going back to his orange juice “Do you have a problem with that?” “No, sir” You replied coldly.   It’s not like you had any problems with going back. You thought it would be nice to stop by and check up on everyone’s life, but now that you deeply thought about it, seeing Steve might trigger something inside you. The last time you saw him he was proposing to Sharon, what was going to be now? A tiny blonde kid running around? Were you even ready to see him after a year of being out?   Surely you could fight bad guys and everything you encountered, but having avoiding your feelings for so long made you quite reluctant to face them again. Perhaps Fury did things for a reason.   “Fury, can I ask you something? You said after a long pause, but still not daring to look at him “Why did you think of me for this job? Natasha was better qualified for this” “Do you want me to lie or you prefer the truth?” “I think I deserve the truth” You leaned your back on the chair’s back and put on your glasses. “I knew how madly in love you were with captain Rogers, and I also knew that he was going to propose to Miss Carter. I care about you (Y/N)” He sighed “You’re at your best when your mind is off from the things that hurt you… And he hurts you, everyone but him could tell” He wasn’t even looking at you but you were sure about his words “You needed the distraction, I needed an agent… You will thank me later about this” “Will I?” You asked, his response was only a careless shrug. A private jet was waiting for you after getting things ready. It had no sign whatsoever of being one of Tony’s or SHIELD’s. You looked at the clear sky and silently said goodbye to the beautiful island and got your mind ready for confrontation. The few hours of flying were not enough to keep your mind in peace.   Upon arrival, Sam, Steve and Natasha gathered to welcome you back. Natasha ran off with Fury while you stayed with the veterans. Sam updated you a little bit on how things were around the facilities and Steve silently looked at you and observed every little thing you did.   Sam headed away after noticing he was being a third wheel.   “So, how’s everything?” You asked “How’s the married life?” “I don’t know about that” Steve laughed loudly “I’m not married” “God, I’m so sorry” You hurried to apologize, causing Steve to laugh even harder. “I’m not sad. I mean, kind of. Sharon broke up with me… She knew that after a while, I was not completely in love with her” He shrugged. “Well, that’s not so bad” You shrugged too “Poor Sharon though… She seemed really in love with you when I accidentally walked on you two” “Yeah, but she didn’t seem so in love when I walked on her and one of the new recruits having sex in my bed” He rose his eyebrows and pursed his lips “Anyway, enough of me already. How was your year? Where have you been?” “I’ve been everywhere, to be honest with you” You sighed “Fury has kept me quite busy and I appreciate that… I needed some time out, to clarify my thoughts or at least to keep my mind away from things” You bit your bottom lip before giving away too much information. “I saw you leaving that night… I wanted to go say goodbye but it didn’t seem like a good thing to do” “It wouldn’t have been either”   You two remained silent as you walked carefree around the facilities. It wasn’t very changed, but it felt different from what it before you left. It was not like going back home at all. You felt slightly uncomfortable, and things were about to get worst.   “(Y/N) answer me with the truth, why did you leave?” He grabbed your arm and forced you to look up to him. “Fury needed me for a job” You shrugged, you were not exactly lying “And I said yes” “But what made you leave so silently. You never told any of us about this job, and you didn’t say goodbye. And why is that you casually left when I proposed to Sharon? Why that day? Why not any other given day?” “Because I knew that if I stayed here I wouldn’t function anymore. Fury knew it as well. He said that I was in my best when nothing hurt me” “And what hurt you?” “You did, Rogers” You bit your bottom lip to keep it from shivering “I was so desperately in love with you that… You remember when I broke the glass?” He nodded silently “My heart felt like that too. I know it was my fault for not saying it before, but you were with Sharon and you were so happy with her that whatever I said would only cause trouble and that was the last thing I ever wanted” You took your hand to your hair and ran your fingers through it “I might have loved you, but I still wanted you to be happy…” “You loved me? Past tense?” “Undefined tense” You replied “You said something about… Not being completely in love with Sharon… Are you in love with someone else?” “I thought I wasn’t but… You were gone and I guess… You never know what you have until it’s gone” “You love me?” He replied with a smile and a shrug “It might be too late” You warned. “But we can try anyway” He caressed your cheek with his thumb as you kept walking.

Anything (Loki x reader)

You should do story where Loki x reader are together during AOU and during Stark’s party when everyone is trying to lift the hammer the reader gives it a try and lifts it. Idk what should happen after that.

//Okay I made a slight change because if (Y/N) could move the hammer that means Asgardian business and that would cause trouble so vv sorry :) // ——————————-

Loki was a large nuisance around the Avengers. Even after he apologized for everything, and managed to get out of his Asgardian prison sentence.

The only one he was kind to was (Y/N). “His (Y/N),” he reminded himself daily.

The way they met would forever be an Avenger favorite. (Y/N) was brought in with very dangerous skills with water. She could control it at her will. Loki thought it suited her very well; the way her movements seemed liquid.

He could watch her for hours. The way her eyes would light up whenever music played. Not the new kind, but classics that had a taste of a different era. She would grab his hand and laugh while they stumbled around the massive lounge.

He loved to run his hands through her wild hair and always stated how opposite her personality contrasted. She was calm with bright eyes and soft skin, and she made everyone look twice when they saw her.

So he had no idea how she had been so taken with him from the beginning. As soon as she caught sight of him standing in her new dwelling, she smiled at him and talked to him for hours about anything and everything; ranging from questioning life to the cuteness of koalas. He was wrapped around her finger quite soon.

He would do anything she asked. Anything, except attend Tony’s monthly parties. He hated the social interaction, and would much rather tuck himself in the library with (Y/N) hooked to his side. (Y/N) however, enjoyed the Avengers’ antics far too much, and always tried to persuade Loki to join in on the fun, to which he politely declined.

So it was at one of Tony Stark’s famous parties, that she sat laughing while the other avengers attempted to lift Thor’s hammer. They all stopped laughing when Steve made it budge. He quickly stopped once he saw Thor’s face and retreated. Thor gave a chuckle, but anyone could tell it was forced.

“Oh, you’re laughing (Y/N), but go ahead and try,” Clint pestered with a grin taking up his face. (Y/N) knew she couldn’t pick it up with her hands so she quickly accumulated the surrounding water supply and pushed it under the hammer until it began to rise.

“That’s cheating, (Y/N)!” Tony screeched at her. She just giggled an agreement out and set the weapon back on the table.

“A worthy display, Lady (Y/N), but I feel that doesn’t deem you worthy,” he chuckled with a raised brow.

“Worthy? How could you be worthy? You’re all killers. You want to protect the world, but you don’t want it to change. There’s only one path to peace… your extinction,” a deep electronic voice emerged from the mangled body of an iron man suit. The Avengers stepped back and looked to Tony in question. They silently listened to the android’s speech until it remarked about killing someone.

“You killed someone?” Steve asked in concern. Tony and Bruce exchanged a glance and muttered ‘Ultron’ to each other. (Y/N) quickly held her hands near the pipes of the water supply.

Everyone quickly jumped into action once the Iron Legion drones began to attack them. The water burst from the pipes and cut through them like a filet knife. (Y/N) was doing great until there were two attacking her at once; one held her hands down and another slammed her head on the hard flooring. The bots were quickly destroyed after bursts of green magic spread through their hardware.

The rest of the team quickly realized, though Ultron’s body was destroyed, he wasn’t. After seeing the damaged state (Y/N) was in Tony raced over; hovering where she laid motionless in Loki’s arms. Green mist seeped out of Loki’s hands as they covered (Y/N)’s bloodied and torn wrists, leaving her skin healed. He clutched her to his chest and held her away from Tony. “You’ve done enough, Anthony,” he muttered through clenched teeth.

He picked her battered figure off the ground and carried her to the tower’s care unit. A head wound would take much more than magic to heal.

He would do anything she asked. Anything, even attend one of Tony Stark’s famous parties.