this is so beautiful🥺 thank you for writing my request so wonderfully luiza💖
it’s me again🙈 may I please request a blurb with the prompt “I wouldn’t want to be here with anyone else” with bucky? (you don’t have to use this idea but maybe the reader and him get stuck somewhere? and that’s how this line plays into the story?)
fractured light comes through the broken windows of the safehouse - an old apartment in budapest, a loan from one of natasha's old contacts - a glimpse of the golden hour falling upon the city, an eerily quiet atmosphere filling the space
sitting at one of the few mismatching chairs by the iron table, you watch bucky pace through the kitchen, checking cabinets and drawers for conceiled weapons, preparing for the worst
the resplendent light catches on his brown hair, and on his sharp profile, and you can't help but stare, worrying your lip beneath your teeth as a nervous habit - the way his deft fingers handled the set of knives displayed on the counter, the precision in which he watched every corner, fascinated with the details of a man who would barely look twice at you from the time you've known him
also a nervous habit? talking too much
"i'm sorry you have to be stuck here, with me" you started, folding your legs up to your chest, as a unconsicous sign of protection, "i know i'm not steve, or sam..."
"i wouldn't wanna be stuck anywhere with wilson"
you giggle at his intrusion, much to your chagrin. bucky doesn't look away from the counter as he listens to you, "okay, i just meant that... we're not close, that's all. i'm not gonna be great company. i'm sorry about that, i guess"
"i wouldn't wanna be here with anyone else, doll." this time, he lifts up his head, and meets you with smile-wrinkled blues eyes. "besides..."
bucky closes the distance, pulling a chair of his own, and claiming a seat at the table. his eyes never leave yours, and neither does the gentle grin on his lips. "we have a lotta time to catch up"
🍵 join the sleepover!
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CASSIE, THE ANGST MY GOODNESS! how dare endgame steve break everyone's hearts!! this is great; you're wonderful at writing both angst and fluff! great job as always💖
how's your heart after breaking mine?
summary → Steve leaves you for Peggy and you have to learn to move on.
pairing → steve rogers x f! reader, steve rogers x peggy carter
word count → 450
tags → angst
note → i wrote this late last night and early this morning so it's probably not the greatest drabble. also, i know this same idea has been written so many times before, but i wanted to give it a shot. as always, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! and yes, this is based on mr. perfectly fine by taylor swift. enjoy some endgame and endgame steve slander <3
You should’ve seen it coming.
Deep down, you’ve always known you were second place to Peggy, even after all the time that’s passed between them. He still carried that compass with her picture, though he swore he got rid of it. You've always known Steve would go back to her if given the chance.
Now he does.
It's like Steve feels no remorse or sympathy for the pain he's caused you. And not just you, but Bucky, Sam, and the Avengers (well, what's left of them). He's throwing your relationship and his friends away for her. Perfect Peggy. The love of his life. The woman you'll never be.
Sam got the shield. Bucky got the journal and the dog tags. Of course they deserve something, they're Steve’s best friends, though it doesn't feel like it now. What were you left with? Broken promises, an empty apartment, insincere apologies and questions you'll never get the answer to.
Did he ever love me? How can he leave Bucky? Does he realize how badly he's hurting everyone who cares about him?
Eventually you know you'll be okay; you’ll move on and this will all be a distant memory. It helps knowing that one day, you'll look back on this time of your life and realize how better off you are without him. How happy you are now that you've moved on. For right now, you're allowing yourself to feel everything: hurt, anger, confusion.
Meanwhile, Steve feels none of that. His goodbye and apology felt empty; he didn't mean any of what he said. “I'll always love you, and leaving you is killing me. I'm so sorry, and I hope one day you can forgive me. But I have to do this.” Like he didn't have a choice.
You should've said more, but what was there to say? His mind was already made up; it'd be embarrassing to beg him to stay. You would've just looked more like an idiot for being the only one trying, the only one who cared about the relationship. Maybe you should've yelled at him and really let him have it, but would it have changed anything?
Instead, all you said was, “you don't have to do this Steve, no one is forcing you. It's clear I was always the replacement, and that's all I'll ever be. So spare me the bullshit, alright? I just hope you don't end up regretting it when you realize how good you had it, but it'll be too late. Have a nice time playing house with her, and tell her I said hi.”
What you wanted to ask him was, “how's your heart after breaking mine?” But it's just another question left unanswered.
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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬? 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐚-𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐬
pairing: bucky barnes x reader, sam wilson x reader
summary: the universe and the avengers are definitely out to get you
word count: 1.5K
author’s note: hello there! this silly fic is different from my usual work. it was inspired by a hilarious conversation I had with @ritesofreverie a few weeks ago, and it blossomed into this fic! reblogs and comments are cherished; I hope you enjoy this one!
You attract the Avengers everywhere you go. Not in a fun way, because have you seen how beautiful they all are? No, everywhere you turn, they’re fighting one of the “Big Three” and absolutely wrecking your stuff as they do so. Of course, you appreciate their valiance, but do they have to damage all of your belongings every time?
Your interactions with the Avengers began with minor inconveniences. The first to cross your path was Wanda Maximoff. The one day you were running late to work, you got stuck behind her in line at your favorite coffee shop as she ordered drinks and bagels for all of her fellow Avengers. She apologized to the workers and those behind her, but it didn’t excuse the fact that she delayed the line by twenty minutes. You were fashionably late and felt awful.
If you had a nickel for every time an Avenger knocked food right out of your hand, you’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot, but it’s strange that it’s happened twice.
Clint Barton’s arrow knocks your bagel right out of your hand and into the chest of some bad guy a few days after the Wanda Maximoff incident. This event was more confusing than infuriating; the bagel disappeared in the blink of an eye. Clint didn’t seem to notice; you received no apology or replacement bagel. What a waste of a delicious chocolate chip bagel—your favorite.
Later that same day, you were walking back to your apartment with a fresh, piping hot pizza in your hand. Of course, Spiderman chose your street to swing back and forth on. He miscalculated a turn and ended up kicking your pizza box across the street as he tried to avoid colliding with you. He profusely apologized before continuing to rush towards an active crime scene. You were starving and really looking forward to that pizza. Too bad you’d never get to eat it; a taxi ran right over it just as you were about to pick it up.
Freaking Ant-Man made an appearance not even an hour later. You stood in your bathroom, splashing cool water on your cheeks as you tried to swallow your annoyance towards your friendly neighborhood Spiderman. The next thing you knew, there was a grown-ass man in your sink. You yelped and smacked him right in the face out of instinct.
“Oww! This is my bad; wrong apartment!” he stammers before shrinking and disappearing from sight.
Later that evening, you’re out with friends at the local karaoke bar: your Friday night tradition. You’re still thinking about how you’ve crossed paths with four Avengers in the last twenty-four hours; this must be a world record. Scratch that—make it five Avengers. Thor Odinson steps up to the stage, inserting(?) himself into the karaoke competition—your passion. You always win, so why should tonight be any different? Clearly, the audience is biased towards the Adonis in front of them; Thor wins first place, and you place second for the first time ever. Stupid God of thunder stealing your thunder; how rude!
Natasha Romanoff makes her appearance on your drive to work the following morning. You’re stuck on a bridge in gridlock because yet another one of the “Big Three” was causing problems. Out of seemingly nowhere, Natasha lands feet first onto the dash of your car, startling the absolute shit out of you. She gives you an apologetic glance, along with a wink and smirk, before dashing off to save the day. Thanks to her surprise appearance, your hood now has enormous dents, and no matter how many times you explain to your insurance that it was a freaking Avenger, they refuse to cover the damages.
A few days later, yet another idiot thinks challenging the Avengers is a smart move. The battle is right near your office building, and you’re praying to any entity listening that they stay out of your way. Turns out the universe likes messing with you because not even a second after wishing to be left alone, Iron Man flies through your office window, scattering your reports all over the floor—six hours worth of them. “Are you freaking kidding me?” you yell, diving to the ground to save your work. Iron Man pays no attention as he flies right back out of your shattered window, clearly caring more about the fight than your work; this just adds to the ever-growing list of reasons you're looking for a new job.
At this point, you’re sure the cosmos are out to get you. That very night, you’re walking back to your apartment, eager to decompress after a long week of Avengers-related shenanigans. Right as you step off the elevator, Mr. Captain America rushes by you, knocking you onto your butt before sprinting straight through the hall into your apartment and breaking down the door with his shield. You’re stunned silent. Before you can even think to yell at him, you hear glass shattering and him thumping on the fire escape. Dear God, how are you going to explain this to your landlord?
Seemingly seconds later, Sam Wilson flies into your life, following Steve through your hallway. He trips over your scattered belongings—thanks, Steve—and falls right into you. He gives you a dorky grin as he rests in your arms like a cheesy rom-com role reversal.
“I’m so sorry, sugar. Normally, when I fall for a gal, it isn’t in such a literal sense.”
You’re so shocked that all you do is laugh as he rushes to follow Steve.
Not even twelve hours later, Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier/White Wolf (you don’t know what he goes by these days) crashes into your life. He knocks hot coffee all over your white blouse when running to stop a mugger. Of course, the one day you have a huge presentation and don’t have any backup clothes is the day this happens to you. Bucky catches the mugger quickly and returns the stolen purse to the little old lady who fell victim to the mugger’s crimes. To your surprise, he jogs to catch up to you, stopping in front of you to get your attention.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine, but I have a huge presentation in an hour, and now I have to look like a mess in front of important clients,” you complain while staring at his shoes. You look up to see an unexpectedly handsome face grinning at you, an apologetic glint in his eyes.
“I can help with that,” he insists, tugging off his navy blue sweater, exposing a tight black short sleeve shirt. He hands his sweater to you before you can protest. “You need this more than me.”
His kindness shocks you; the other Avengers have barely paid any attention to you. You can barely muster your response. “Thank you, but how will I give this back to you?”
He gives you a wink alongside a smirk before answering, “keep it; it suits you.”
You fight the heat rushing to your cheeks as he walks away. With a tighter grip on your coffee cup, you make your way to the office.
At this point, you’ve met every single Avenger who makes public appearances. You’re absolutely done with the world’s mightiest heroes; you hope to never see any of them again. Well, Sam and Bucky wouldn’t be too bad to run into again, but hopefully not by knocking into you and ruining your day. You’re pleading to the heavens that you make it to your job interview on time without any Avengers-related predicaments.
“Hello! Thank you for meeting with me, especially on such short notice—” you begin, but you cut yourself off short once you look into the eyes of the men sitting at the table. “You’ve got to be shitting me!”
Lo and behold, it’s Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, and Bucky Barnes. Great. This is just lovely. The men share a confused glance.
“You don’t remember me?”
They shake their heads.
“Seriously? All three of you, and your little friends, have found a way to mess up my day for the last two weeks, and I am SICK OF IT. You owe me insurance! Steve, Mr. America, whatever; you’re telling me you don’t remember breaking my door down and crashing through my window? Sam, The Falcon, you literally fell into my arms? We had an adorable meet-cute! And Bucky? I am wearing your sweater right now! You gave it to me after knocking coffee onto my blouse? We also had a sweet moment? How the hell do you guys not remember this?” you complain, crossing your arms and pouting your lips once you finish your speech.
“That’s where my lucky sweater turned up!” Bucky exclaims with a shit-eating grin on his face.
“Ugh!” you groan, placing your head into your palms.
Bucky reaches out, gently placing his hand on your arm, “let me make it up to you, sweater stealer.”
You sit up and counter, “you offered me your sweater, mister!”
Sam rests his hand on yours, an adorable smile plastered on his face as he adds, “let me fall for you for real this time, sugar.”
What the hell is happening right now?
Steve is just as confused as you. “Hey, you guys? Did I miss something?”
“We’ll catch you up, bud,” Sam says as he winks at you.
Maybe crossing paths with the Avengers was a good thing after all?
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