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summary: part 2 to worried glances!

pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader

word count: 5.4k

warnings: language, gets steamy but still pg😔

sidenote: thank you so much for all the support on wg! my jaw dropped at all the sweet comments. this is not my primary tumblr account so it wont let me respond to them:( i will be continuing with this story but i also have a couple ideas that i want to crank out. requests are open :) love u all and i hope you enjoy part 2!

read part one here!

masterlist here!


Holy fuck. That was the only thing going through your head. 

“Excuse me?” You choked out. 

The tension in the room was as thick as molasses. Definitely not as sweet.  The two agents that asked to question you about Bucky stood emotionless. The table behind you was the only thing stopping your knees from giving out.

“Question her for what? She barely knows him. Think of involving her in anything and I will get a lawyer on her ass before you can blink.” Tony was by your side in an instant, phone in hand. Most likely had the U.S’s finest legal counsel on speed dial.

He had always been protective of you. Starting as an intern for Stark Industries, he saw your intelligence right away. Bright, independent, bold. So much so, you were offered a full-time job as a tech analyst only two months into the internship. Seeing as you were still in college, you had to decline. 

Tony had taken you under his wing; you were like a daughter to him. He was insistent and couldn’t have your talent going to waste. He saw your boss shitting on a new data comprehension model you had designed which would be able to predict and fix abnormalities in the JARVIS database- so he fired her and made you the boss. You settled with part-time.

You ran your division for a bit. When the Avengers formed he didn’t hesitate to ask you to join. They needed someone behind the scenes. Someone trustworthy to run the control room while they were on missions. Someone to monitor computers and make the risk of death slightly lower. 

The agents sensed your surprise. Their demeanor instantly changed once Tony mentioned a lawyer. “Just routine questioning, miss.” The taller one immediately said, alarmed. “We have a detailed account of interactions with Barnes for all the Avengers present except yourself. It’s just protocol.” He gave you a small assuring nod. 

Your shoulders visibly relaxed and a wave of relief washed over you. Tony separated himself slightly and set his phone down on the table. Steve let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He and Tony both wanted you as far from the problem as possible.

You stared down the agents for a couple seconds. Could you do this? Lie to government agents? If it took lying to men who had the power to end your whole career, then it wasn’t much different than what you had already done with Steve. Couldn’t be that hard. 

You bit the inside of your cheek and nodded to the ground. “Yeah okay. Let’s go then.” You pushed yourself off the table and walked towards the agents. 

“If she’s not back here in forty-five minutes we’re going to have trouble,” Tony called behind you. You shot him a small smile.

“You’re so paranoid sometimes, Jesus. I’m a big girl.” 

The short one held the door open as you trailed behind the other. Your eyes met Natasha’s when you walked through the control center. With an understanding smile, she silently wished you luck.

You caught sight of Bucky in the monitors as you passed through. Your heart clenched for the hundredth time that day.


You couldn’t do this. 

They led you to what they called a conference room, but it was really a glorified interrogation room. It was in the back of the building and took some walking to reach.

Four chairs were surrounding a metal table in the middle of the room. There were no windows, so the only thing giving light to the room was the white florescent lights in the ceilings. They were bright and hurt your eyes if you stared up too long. They also made your skin look pale and veiny. Reminded you of the lights in your gymnasium during middle school.

There was a camera in the right corner where the wall met the ceiling. Security perhaps?

Behind you, a two-way mirror. No one had told you what it was, but you weren’t stupid. It was a standard cliche. 

The agents had asked you to sit down, promising that someone would be back in a couple minutes. So you did. And began to think.

‘What the hell are you doing?’ You thought as you stared at your hands on the table. You couldn’t lie to secret agents about a wanted criminal! They would charge you with accessory to whatever. You would lose your job. You would lose the team. You would lose Bucky.

Then it dawned on you. You would lose Bucky either way. He was being questioned right now, same as you. The only difference was he wasn’t walking free. They were going to keep him in jail for years. 

You broke at the fact that you’ll probably never get to hold him again, kiss him. The next time you’ll talk to him will be with two inches of polycarbonate between you. All he needed was someone to be there for him, to show him he wasn’t alone. But now he is alone. And locked in a box. Go figure.

Your moping was interrupted by the opening of the door. Your gaze immediately left your hands to meet the person coming through. He was tall and his skin was umber, much like a dark brown forest.

He was serious as shut the door, on his wrist a gold Rolex that was mostly covered by the black sleeve of his suit. You only noticed the watch because you were busy staring at the stack of papers inside the manila folder in his hands.

‘Not good.’

You were placing a strand of hair behind your ear when your hand brushed against your face. It felt cold and sweaty. If the nerves hadn’t started before, now they were in full swing.

You carefully watched as he sat down and placed the folder on the table, wiping your palms on the bottom of your dress. You didn’t want to shake his hand with a sweaty palm.

As if right on queue, he stuck his hand out for you to shake. 

“Good afternoon. I’m Agent Evan Williams. I work for S.H.E.I.L.D., how are you doing?” His serious demeanor all but diminished when he smiled at you. 

You slowly shook his hand. “I’m doing good, thanks. And you?” Liar.

“I’m doing great.” He opened the manila folder as he spoke. The cover page was blank except for two words: Operation Juliet. You felt relieved for a second. If he was going to ask you any questions about whatever that was, then you were certainly in the clear.

“I assume you’ve been told why you’re here?”

You nodded and placed your hands on your lap. You looked at him as you spoke. “Uh yeah. Just some routine questioning about Bucky?”

He intertwined his hands on top of the open folder. “Bucky? Are you on a first-name basis with Mr. Barnes?”

‘So this is how it’s going to be.’ You swallowed.

“No! I mean no, that’s just what Steve calls him. The only interaction I’ve had with him wasn’t very pleasant. I just copied Steve and guess it stuck.” You shrugged.

He nodded. “For legal reasons I have to let you know that this conversation is being recorded.” He nudged his head towards the camera by the ceiling. “Anything you say can be taken and played back at any time.”

That alarmed you. The agents made it seem like all this was just to check off some boxes. Did they make it a habit to record all routine questionings?

“Oh, okay.” Your eyes had widened for a second. You had to remind yourself to stay calm. You didn’t know anything. No reason to be worried.

“So tell me about yourself. What is your position with the Avengers?” He inquired.

“Well, I was hired as a technology analyst. I used to work for Tony. He asked me if I would like to join the team and I said yes. I don’t do anything in the field because God knows that’d be a disaster.” You chuckled lightly.

“Mostly behind the scenes stuff. Fixing computers, diagnostics. I work the control panel during missions and make sure everything is running smoothly from a tech standpoint. Check coms and coordinates. Just computer stuff.” 

He nodded as you finished. “And were you working for the Avengers during the events in Washington D.C. in 2014?” 

“Yes. Well, no. It’s complicated.” He watched you silently, waiting for an explanation.

“I didn’t start working with them until after all the stuff in New York. But even then it wasn’t official. They weren’t going on missions together or anything of that sort, so it was a ‘whenever we need you’ kinda deal. When D.C. happened, they still weren’t really together, so I worked with S.H.E.I.L.D. most of the time.” 

You glanced at the camera a couple of times while you talked. You hoped it wasn’t noticeable.

“You previously mentioned an interaction with Barnes. Would you mind describing it for the report?” He asked. 

You would consider yourself a good liar. Externally. Your insides were eating you alive. The actual lying hadn’t even started, but it didn’t stop your heart from going a mile a minute or your blood thumping through your ears. You couldn’t slip up and let him know that it wasn’t the only time.

“It’s been a while…bear with me.” You sent him a small smile, which he returned.

“As much as you can remember will be sufficient.” 

Yeah, a good fucking liar. You replayed that day in your head over and over for weeks. It was the first time you crossed paths with Bucky. The day your life literally changed forever. You remembered what you were wearing that day to what played on the radio while you were in the car on the highway. 

It was a Prince song that Sam liked. And you remembered that Bucky punched through the window during the middle of the chorus. 

“We had just finished picking up Jasper Sitwell. Kind of an asshole. Hydra, as you know. I don’t remember where we were going but we were driving. I was in the back with Natasha and Sitwell while Steve and Sam rode upfront. Next thing we know the car is being ripped apart and Sitwell was thrown out the window. Bucky’s hand blew through the windshield and broke the steering wheel. The car went in the air, the door broke, and sent us flying. 

“I never learned how to fight so I was more of a liability than an asset if I’m being honest. I decided the best thing to do was to hide behind the flipped car and just wait it out.”

“Did you have a plan when it came to Barnes?” He interrupted.

“Uh yeah- not dying. I wanted zero interaction with him.” You stated matter-of-factly.

That part was true. You were scared shitless as you watched Bucky fight your friends. One man versus three trained fighters. And he was winning.

“There was more fighting and then his dog-muzzle thing fell off. He was right in front of me at that point, but he didn’t see me ‘cuz I was behind the car. There was a lot of silence for a moment, so I panicked. I picked up a pipe that had broken off from a car somewhere, tapped him on the shoulder, and hit him on the head when he turned around. Not the brightest idea looking back.” You let out a small laugh. 

“He wasn’t phased at all. Then he punched me in the face. And that’s the last time I ever saw him.” 

“I assume Rogers wasn’t too happy of your involvement.” He had a comical glint in his eyes as he spoke. 

“I got so much shit for it- language, sorry.” You replied sheepishly. 

Agent Williams leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms.

“And this was the last time you ever saw Barnes?” He asked.

You gave a small nod.

‘Get your shit together.’ You could barely hear yourself think over the sound of your beating heart blasting in your ears like a speaker.

“Haven’t seen him since then.” You took this time to intertwine your hands on the table.

His demeanor changed immediately. He leaned forward across the table to where you could see the individual hairs on his eyebrows and his bloodshot eyes.

“Well,” he addressed you. “I don’t think you’re being entirely truthful.” He cocked his head to the side.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You stared him down. How you managed to deliver that so confidently was comical to you. Not when you felt like the very wind had been knocked out of you, and with it your ability to breathe.

You wanted to scream. You wanted to leave. You wanted to storm out of that room and give fuck-all about their questions. Just routine questioning.

“Let me refresh your memory.”

He removed the cover page from the folder. And what was underneath made you want to crawl in a hole and die.

He placed the pages around the table and spoke. “We have been monitoring your situation very closely.”

You have never felt so helpless in your entire life. Not during the fight in the highway, not during the Accords- never.

It was taking everything inside of you not to burst into tears at that very moment. Everything you tried so hard to conceal, all this time spent tiptoeing around the concept of you and Bucky. All for shit.

The pages were pictures. And by the looks of it, the whole stack were pictures.

Pictures of Bucharest. You standing outside Bucky’s door.

The two of you at a fruit vendor.

Laughing as you walked down the crowded street.

You wearing his hat backward in the lobby of the hotel you used to stay at.


Bodies huddled together as you walked from a movie in the cold.

Loving gazes.


Intimate moments that once upon a time, were just for you and Bucky. Even though you were in public, nothing else mattered. As your lips connected, time stopped. It was just you and him. No Winter Solider, no bad guys, no having to look over your shoulder. 

Or so you thought. All this time you thought you had pulled it off. But they were always one step ahead. 

Every new picture revealed more of your relationship than the last.

Your jaw hung open and you stared at the agent through eyes that were starting to water. He emotionlessly kept scattering the pictures across the table.

“I’m going to give you a chance to tell the truth. It’s probably in your best interest.”

You couldn’t formulate any words. Every possible explanation went through your head. But you couldn’t lie. Not when the evidence was right in front of you. Your heart had dropped to your stomach and there was nothing you could do to get it back up.

“H-how…..where did you get these?” You whispered.

He pondered for a moment before answering. “We never let Barnes out of our sight. Certainly, you must’ve realized that. He is extremely dangerous. High-risk targets don’t easily slip under S.H.E.L.D. radar. We had men in Bucharest long before you even arrived. And when you did, they made sure to take some souvenirs.”

You nodded slowly, wide eyes never leaving the mess of photos on the table. Brain in a daze, barely processing what he was saying.

“I will say, your tracking method was quite impressive.”

You finally registered what he had previously said. “Wait, that doesn’t make any sense. If you knew where he was, why not arrest him as soon as possible?”

“Not our orders. We had a command from Director Fury to strictly monitor. If he engaged in violent activity we were to report to local authorities and apprehend him. We weren’t allowed to let him leave Bucharest. Thanks to you, he didn’t.”

It started to make more sense. Some of the blank spots were beginning to fill up. Of course Fury had something to do with this. He probably pitied Steve- couldn’t let Bucky face prison. So they built one around him.

Oh my God. Steve. The team. They were going to find out. Pray they hadn’t already. The fear of consequences now piled high. Steve would never forgive you. You were a terrible friend. You felt like a child who got in trouble for hiding candy from his parents. Except the candy was his childhood best friend.

Along with shame and fear, you were beginning to get angry. Your skin was becoming warm, the cold room suddenly hot.

“If you already knew all of this, then why bother even bringing me here? Just charge me with whatever the fuck you want to charge me with and call it a fucking day. Bucky’s in custody. I’m literally no help to you.”

You pushed your chair back and stood up. You paced around the room and ran your hand through your hair as you spoke. You were exasperated.

Hs rolled his eyes. “Calm down. No one is going to charge you with anything. Just sit down and talk. I just want to know about your relationship.”

You stalled and looked at him. “What, you want advice? Well, the first step in a healthy relationship is to respect their privacy. That involves not taking secret pictures, thank you.

He let out a dry laugh. “Very funny. Now sit.”

It didn’t sound like a request, and you didn’t want to get into any more trouble than you were already in. So you complied.

You glared at him once you were at eye level again.

“What do you want to know.”

“What was he like towards you?” He messed with his watch a little.

You scoffed. “If you’re asking if he was violent, he wasn’t. He’s not like that.”

“Well from what we’ve seen, violence is a characteristic that seems to suit him.”

“Violence suits the Winter Solider, not Bucky.” You refused to look at him. Instead, you leaned back and focused your attention on the popcorn ceiling.

“And what did he tell you about his origin?”

“You never told me if you liked the journal, asshole.”

It was Sunday evening. The week before Christmas. The wind outside and the cold were killer. Bucharest wasn’t known for warm winters.

You and Bucky had lounged around all day. Watching movies, playing cards- simply enjoying each other’s company. He had tried to cook you breakfast that morning but accidentally left the eggs on the stove too long.

When you smelled the burnt eggs, you laughed so hard you cried. How does someone burn eggs?

But you couldn’t blame him. It was mostly your fault. He got distracted. By your lips. You had kissed him good morning, and when you started, he couldn’t stop.

The only thing that pulled you away from each other was the smell of burnt eggs. You didn’t let him cook for the rest of the day.

The evening air was crisp and cold. Due to Bucky’s sweet tooth, hot chocolate sounded extremely appealing.

So there you were, stirring chocolate in a bowl above a pot of boiling water, watching it melt. You were absentmindedly replaying your memories with Bucky in your head. You thought back to the journal, something he’s never without, but hasn’t talked to you much about.

You jumped a little as you felt strong arms wrap around your torso, chestnut hair against your face.

“‘M sorry, doll. I hope you know I like it. Best gift I’ve gotten in a while.” He mumbled into your neck.

You smiled softly and leaned into his touch. “If you like that, just wait for your Christmas gift.”

He spun you around and pressed you against the stove, the chocolate all but forgotten. “I told you you not to get me anything. You’re all I need.”

You started into his blue eyes and saw the endearing look he was giving you. It made you melt.

Bucky had never gotten so lucky. And he let you know whenever he could. To him, everything he’d been through, the 70 years he’d missed, all we’re worth it- if it meant he’d gotten to meet you. And he would do it a thousand times over if it meant you could lay with him at night while he buried his head in your neck and held you.

A small pout rested on your face. “I know Buck, but you gotta let me do this. I leave on Wednesday so we won’t be together for Christmas.‘Course I’ve got to get you something.”

He got close to your ear and whispered. “The best gift you could ever give me is your time. And since we have limited of it, we have to use it wisely, darlin’.” You felt his stubble as he began to pepper your neck with soft kisses. His fingers gripped your hips tightly as he found the sweet spot right under your ear.

You let out a soft hum and closed your eyes.

“Nice try darlin’.” You mocked. You slapped his arm lightly and turned back around to stir your chocolate. He pulled away with a grumble and gave you a playful glare.

“Oh don’t be so whiny.” You laughed. “Can you be useful and grab me the milk, please?”

“I’m useful…” He mumbled, opening the fridge with his metal hand. He placed the milk carton on the counter along with two mugs.

After more banter, you finished the hot chocolate. Bucky insisted that you drank them on the couch. He just liked to be close to you.

He pulled you so you sat on his thighs and your legs were resting horizontally on the couch. You watched him blow on the steaming drink, careful to not burn his tongue.

You were not as patient. After a quick blow, you brought the mug to your mouth and drank.

Not your best idea. It felt like thousands of white-hot needles piercing your tongue and going down your throat.

You stuck your tongue out and gasped. “Fuck! Hot hot hot hot hot-” You fanned your mouth and started taking in more air in hopes of alleviating some pain.

You glared at Bucky when you felt his laugh through his chest.

“Way to laugh at my misery.” Now it was your turn to grumble.

“Not my fault.” He eyed you as he drank the hot chocolate. “‘S good, thank you.”

You nodded and leaned your head against his shoulder, arm pressed into his chest. He wrapped his arm around your waist, his metal one holding his mug. You had your hands wrapped around your mug, laying in your lap.

There was silence for a second until you spoke up.

“Can you tell me about how you got here?” You whispered.

He probably wouldn’t have heard you if he was focused on anything else. But he was always focused on you.

“Don’t you know about that? You were there for most of it. ” He replied, confused.

“No Buck, I meant like… you know.” You stared down at the mug in your hands.

“Hydra.” He responded, taking another drink.

Thick silence engulfed the room.

“I mean, only if you are okay with talking about it. I wouldn’t- I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or-.” He cut you off.

“‘S okay. I can tell you if you want, darlin’.” You looked up at him from your place on his shoulders. He was staring at the wall in front of you.

“It hasn’t all come back to me yet.” He warned.

“That’s okay. You don’t have to tell me everything, jus’ want to know more, that’s all.” You snuggled further into his shoulder.

“I fell off a freight train. I was with Steve. We were going to get a man named Zola, a scientist for Hydra. He invented a lot of crazy shit. The serum they used on me was one of them. They must’ve found me in the snow and brought me back. Not sure how I survived the fall.

Hydra obsessed with being the strongest force in the war. Started the Winter Solider operation. Bunch of lab rats injected with the serum and put up against each other. But it was strange. It was like,” he paused. “Like they knew I was the strongest. But they had the others fight me just to watch them lose. Disguised it as a training exercise. But it wasn’t for the others. It was for me.”

“Oh God, Buck…” You removed your head from his shoulder and looked at him somberly.

His mouth curved into a sad side-smile. He wrapped his arm tighter around your waist and pulled you back onto his shoulder.

“Now these don’t come too clearly. They hooked me up to machines. They said some words and I was gone. Fried. Under their complete control. I don’t know what I’ve done, jus’ know it’s nothing to be proud of. Whenever they needed me, they would send me out. I couldn’t think for myself. They gave me a mission, I had to execute the orders.

“I’m a machine. A pawn that killed whoever stepped on their toes that week. And when they were done using me, they stuck me in a tube and froze me until they needed me again.”

He bent down as best he could with you on his lap and placed his mug on the floor. You did the same.

“James Barnes. You listen to me right now.” You spoke softly and turned to face him.

You cupped both sides of his face with your hands, your thumbs tracing over his stubble-ridden cheeks. Brown hair fell around your hands like hickory vines.

His eyes were sad, reminiscent. Reliving those memories, he looked the same as the day you came to his door. Disappointed, ashamed- of himself.

You searched his eyes for true feelings, a hint to how he really thought of himself. A monster. And it made you want to take it all away. Take the pain for him. Live it all yourself instead of him. But what was done is done. Now the best you can do is remind him that he won’t ever have to feel like that again. Like a monster. Like a killer. He can just be yours.

After years of giving up everything, he found stability. A constant. Something to wake-up to that won’t have him second-guessing it’s intentions. If he can control one thing about his life now, it’s you. And he knows that he will never let you go, so long as you want to stay.

“You listening?” He hummed into your hands, eyes never leaving yours.

“I am proud of you. So incredibly proud. You the strongest person I know. Literally.” You both cracked a smile and snickered.

“Don’t you ever call yourself a killer. Please. You are not a machine. That’s not you. You are an amazing individual with a heart of gold who I would do anything to spend just five more minutes with. The Winter Solider is not Bucky Barnes. You are not who they made you. You’re so much more. To me. To Steve.”

He wrapped his hands lightly around your wrists, cold metal made you shiver in the December night.

“I love you. I wanna give you everything you deserve, darlin’. It’s not easy dealing with it.” He mumbled, his lips barely grazing yours as he spoke.

“You already give me more than I deserve. I hit you with a car pipe for Christ’s sake ” You whispered, giggling. “I’m not the type to run away, y’know. You’re not getting rid of me that easy.”

No matter how many times you kissed, it didn’t fail to make time standstill. When your lips touched, your heart pounded against his chest, emotion pouring out from your lips onto his. His hands left your wrists and back to your waist, pulling you tight against him. You felt safe, like nothing could hurt you.

He could only focus on how soft you felt against his calloused hand. How his chill-chapped lips were such a rough contrast to your smooth ones. He could feel the love and security you were trying to express in the kiss, like you were trying to send him a message with no words.

Your lips molded together like puzzle pieces. They like were meant to be together. His tongue grazed your lips, begging for an entrance. He was rough- needy. Kissing you like you were the first glass of water he had in days.

The smell of your coconut shampoo filled his nose, which paired sweetly with the taste of hot chocolate on your lips. He let out a soft groan as your hands tugged at his hair lightly.

The temperature outside was below freezing, but as your lips moved against his so perfectly, your skin was burning.

You were so roped into the moment, you had forgotten about your need to breathe. Your lungs screamed for air but you refused to give in. The way his fingers deliciously gripped your waist provided oxygen in its own way.

Light-headed and drunk on you, Bucky pulled away, panting. On his inhales, he gave you quick pecks, not wanting to completely separate himself just yet.

You stared at him lovingly, lopsided smile on your face. After you had both caught your breath, he leaned in again.

Your eyes closed for another kiss but were surprised when his mouth never contacted your lips.

You felt him press a slow kiss to your forehead and somehow, this felt more tender and intimate than the hungry kiss you had just shared.

You have him a hug when he pulled away, snuggling into his shoulder again.

“Thank you.” You mumbled. “For everything.”

His fingers drew patterns into the small of your back.

“Thank you, doll.” He replied. “For trustin’ me.”

“That’s all he remembered?” Agent Williams did not look convinced.

You told him everything Bucky told you about Hydra. How they turned him into a living chess piece.

“Everything. He would’ve told me more if he remembered.” You crossed your arms and glared.

“And you trust him to be truthful?” He inquired, raising an eyebrow.

“With my life.” You dead-panned.

“And it never occurred to you that he could be lying about any number of things?”

Your chest was beginning to redden and your eyebrows furrowed.

“No. He wouldn’t lie. We-we trust each other. It doesn’t sound like much but it took trust for him to even let me in his apartment. He wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize that.”

“And wha-.” He was cut off.

You jumped, nearly falling out of your chair as an alarm sounded from outside the door. It was loud, and even from inside the room it seemed to make your heard throb.

You shot Agent Williams an alarmed look. He was standing up, pictures on the desk completely forgotten.

A light behind you flashed red. It was right next to the mirror. You hadn’t even noticed it the first time you walked in.

An agent bust through the door, inviting the sound further into the room. And you thought it couldn’t get any louder.

“Miss, you need to come with me right now.” He stuck out his hand for you but you were glued in your seat.

“Wh-What’s happening? What’s going on are we being attacked or something?” You rapidly looked between Agent Williams and the one at the door.

“Platinum-level security breach. We have to get you to a safe location.” He urged, shaking his outstretched hand.

“Shit.” Agent Williams unclipped a walkie-talkie from his belt and began to speak. “We have a platinum-level breach in Sector 4. Lockdown all main entrances and secure the perimeter.”

The agent by the door had enough waiting. He marched over and grabbed you by the hand and pulled you up.

You could barely hear anything around you over the flashing lights and the incessant alarm.

“What does that mean? Platinum-level?” You yelled as he dragged you out the door. He wouldn’t answer. He was too busy maneuvering you through the sea of people in the hallways and control rooms.

You looked around trying to find Steve, Sam, Tony, anyone familiar. With the rate he was pulling you at, it was hard to focus on anything for more than five seconds.

You heard Agent Williams holler on the radio behind you.

“Platinum-level breach in Sector 4. I repeat Barnes is out. Secure the main exits and the perimeter. Get me SWAT…” His voice drowned out into the background.

Bucky had escaped.

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Your hand lay on her cheek, while your other hand was firmly planted on the wall behind her head. she smelled great. The close proximity caused your throat to ache and your cheeks to heat up. You could feel her hot breath fanning on your face. She took short shallow breaths like she was keeping a secret that threatened to spill. You looked up at her, going to stare into her eyes, but she was staring at your lips. Eyes trained on them like a predator with its prey.

“Nat” You breathed. Breath hitting her face as she tried to pull away from looking at your lips, but she couldn’t.

“Yeah” She said breathlessly, still staring.

“Nat, up here” Only then did she pull her eyes away from your lips. You could feel your heart beating in your ears. You could practically hear her heartbeat against the wall. “Just kiss me” With that, he grabbed the lapels of your jacket and crashed your lips together.

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Height Differences// Requested

Genre: Romance, fluff.

Warnings: None.

Gif above is not mine, all credits go to the original owner. 💙

Pure concentration was settled upon your features, your eyes stared above you, locked onto a particular sight.

Your partner’s plush lips, so desirable yet so out of reach as they moved together whilst he spoke.

Your eyes narrowed slightly as you inched closer, the tall blond who towered over you failed to notice.

You stood upon the tips of your toes in attempt to press your lips to his cheek to gain his attention.

But it was proven to be futile.

You refused to ask for assistance, you were so sure that you could accomplish your mission.

You huffed out a sigh with the realization that you were unable to reach his lips, let alone his shoulder.

“(Y/n)? My love, what is the matter?”

He chuckled out the question, pretending to not to know what was going through your head.

“Do you want a kiss?”

He grinned down upon you, beaming much like a ray of sunlight shining down to warm your heart.

You nodded silently, pleased he had known exactly what you had wanted. He wrapped his arms around your much shorter frame, your head resting upon his middle.

“All you had to do was ask my love.”

He lowered his head to press his lips to yours, he smiled against your mouth with a soft laugh.

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Alone//Requested by: @stellastyless

Genre: Angst, romance.

Warnings: Mentions of death, sadness, anger.

I hope this okay! I’m really sorry for the wait. Gif above is not mine all credits go to the original owner. 💙

“My best wishes to the future husband and wife,”

The voice of your closest companion rung within your ears, pride dripped from his tone as his glistening brown eyes found yours through the crowd that clapped for both you and your fiance.

He was so much like a brother to you, the closest thing to a family you had ever gotten. He was so excited to speak at the party.

You joked to him, saying it was perfectly okay to cry, but he laughed it off. Fully knowing he would be doing just that this moment.

The battles you had all gone through were long and rough, but the smiling faces of those around you and the sounds of carefree laughter in the midst of this celebration was what you saw back then.

And what made all the scars and old wounds worth the pain, you were sure you would put yourself through it repeatedly to acheive the same results.

The people that made banners in your honor, and painted bridges and walls thanking you.

“Thank you for saving us, Black Spirit!”

The bold crimson letters were burnt into your mind and brought a pained smile to your face.


Tony’s voice tried, had he just appeared before you? You were sure he was before the guests with Pepper beside him just a mere second ago.


He tried again, this time much more firm and demanding. His brows were furrowed as if he were frightened.


A gasp was taken into your lungs as your eyes widened, your fingers were curled into your palm, your nails dug into your flesh.

You panted until you breathed too deeply and awakened a sharp pain within your chest.

“There you are, sleepyhead. Thought you were gone for a minute there,”

Thor’s voice chuckled, struggling to maintain the light hearted feelings from before, but his joy sunk once he thought of how bad this situation truly was.

The playfulness you all shared before was gone, leaving the hurtful truth to stand in it’s place.

Your vision was blurry but you could see your surroundings were far different from what you saw.

The pure white tables that adorned a variety of flowers were replaced by broken cars and halfway demolished buildings.

The sounds of soft music and familar voices were drowned by sounds of screams and loud crashes.

The face of who you deemed to be your brother no longer wore pride and love but rather fear mixed with relief.

“You need to get up now,”

His larger hand grasped yours to pull you to your feet, your head fell back to see Clint’s emotionless stare.

“It hurts, Tony,”

You whimpered, the sound seemed to bring Clint back just enough for him to react.

“I know it does, we’re almost done. After this we’ll go home and everything will be alright,”

Clint wrapped his arms around your waist as he stepped away from you, ignoring your cries for him to remain by your side.

“I promise you, I will fix everything,”

He called out seconds before he took to the sky, tears streamed from your face as if you knew what was about to take place.

You were pulled along side Clint’s strides, the wound you had obtained had no place in your memory yet it burned the skin of your ribs all the way down to your thigh.

He attempted to hide you behind the fallen debris but before he could, the sight that met you prompted a scream to rip from your throat.

You watched as he had collected all of the stones upon his hand, the last words he spoke were forever engrained into your mind.

His fingers snapped, seconds later everything you had fought against so harshly faded into nothing but dust.


You broke away from your lover’s grasp despite his protests, you limped to his side and fell to the ground beside him.

Pepper stepped away to allow your goodbyes as she silently wiped her tears away.

“You said you would fix this, you promised me. Please don’t go,”

You rambled, salty liquid rushed down your face as you held his own within your injured hands.

The corner of his lips twitched into a hint of a smile as his eyes faded, his iron clad fingers gripped your arm weakly.

“I did, didn’t I?”

You breath halted as you simply watched the light within his chest die out just like how the flicker of life he held flickered out.

Once his body had gone limp, you brought him into your arms and released the sobs you had barely contained.

None of the others dared to say a word as you expressed everything that welled up within themselves.

You pressed a final kiss to his cheek just how you had done so many times before, but you didn’t recieve a teasing remark this time.

You climbed to your wobbly legs to stumble to Peter, the tears mixed with the blood on his features seemed so out of place. He was just a kid.

You gathered him into your arms as you sniffled, he melted into your embrace as he himself struggled to cease the tears that dripped from his lashes.

Days had passed since that time, it felt as if you didn’t breathe since then. Clint had tried to get you to eat as much as he could, but you hadn’t felt hunger in days.

You stood before the hologram he had recorded, he had talked to everyone except you, your heart tugged at the thought but was soon calmed once you saw his image step closer to you.

“Stella, I know it hurts. But we did it, thank you.”

His warm smile felt just how his gentle hugs did, it chased away the pain but failed to fight off the tears that flowed once again.

Once he vanished, you followed everyone outside where the water was. You quieted your sniffles as you said goodbye one last time.

You turned to hide your face into Sam’s chest, his presence was quiet and soothing. As if he sensed your pain, Bucky brought you into a hug.

Both silently worked to be there for you, to help patch the hole that was in your heart.

Minutes turned to hours, hours turned to days. You refused to smile, to talk, to do anything you used to.

Everything was a reminder of him, the scars that lined your skin seemed to mock your pain, so you covered them with sleeves and heavy clothing.

You stared out the window, your heart longing for him as you marvelled at the moon and the stars that surrounded it.

Has the moon ever shared this feeling of lonliness and despair just how you have?

Your door opened to allow your partner to join you, he was quiet, almost too quiet. You both lived together yet had only shared just a handful of words, most were harsh and meant to hurt the other.

“You need to talk to me,”

His words deterred you, what was there to speak of other than the pain that swallowed you whole?

He recieved no reply and that effortlessly scratched at the scab of his wounds.

“You’re not the only one who’s ever lost someone!”

Your reddened eyes dragged themselves to met his fiery gaze, he trembled with the emotions he felt.

Normally, you would be there to console him, but you couldn’t even console yourself. You couldn’t feel anything.

“You call yourself a hero, but all you are is a child,”

You whispered, venom dripped from your voice. All you could do was make him hurt just like you had.

“What about Natasha? How do you think she would feel to see you like this?”

His eyes widened much like a scared puppy before they hardened.

“Probably the same way Tony would feel about you, they would say we’re pathetic,”

He backed away from you and collected a few of his belongings.

“I can’t stay with you tonight,”

You bit your tongue in an attempt to stay silent but failed, this wasn’t the first fight you had both gotten into.

Where had your love gone? Where was the smiling couple that shared kisses in the rain? You realized they were dead, all that remained was their shells.

You had enough and couldn’t stomach anymore.

“Get out of my life and don’t ever come back,”

You snarled, but the second you saw the look in his eyes, you felt something. You felt horrible, worse than before.

The silence that was shared between you both was almost deafening.

“If that’s what you want.”

His gaze held yours for a few seconds before his back turned as he vanished from your sight.

You were silent until you broke. Loud tear soaked sobs pulled from your throat as your hands covered your ears to protect them from the pain.

You had no one, and the broken shards of your heart pierced the one you loved and screamed to all to not get close.

“Please don’t go.”

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Pairing: Stephen Strange x reader

Synopsis: You never ever expected your long -time boyfriend to propose, but here he was on one knee, and your future was left to one answer.

Notes: Y/S/H/N= Your Superhero Name

Warnings: None

Word Count: 695


           It was a beyond sunny day in New York City. You had a day off from work with the Avengers and everything seemed to be perfect. You and Stephen were off on another adventure, but this one a bit more personal. He had proposed the idea of going to the place where the two of you first met during a mission in France that the Avengers had come to be entangled in. Of course, you said yes, taking almost no time at all to respond. He smiled as the two of you walked through one of his portals to take you two to the meadows of the French countryside where the hideout was during this particular mission. No one was there at the time therefore, making it the perfect place for a picnic.

           You stepped out in front of him and was met by the cool breeze and smell of a green country side. A small stream could be heard from nearby and there were signs of wildlife everywhere. You smiled looking around as he came through and let a picnic blanket and food appear around one of the shaded parts. It was like something out of a fairy tale as you looked around the surrounding land scape, now that you could look at it as a place to relax and not to fight some crazy supervillain.

           You two sat down, enjoying some light conversation before he gave you a strange look.

           “What is it?” You asked taking a sip of your drink.

           “I left something back at the house.” He replied, “I will return momentarily.”

           You nodded as he walked off into a portal only looking back up when you heard someone familiar talking. It was your own voice talking in what sounded like an underwater voice.

           “The name’s Y/S/H/N, and you are?” You heard yourself asking before looking up and seeing a projection of the first day you met Stephen.

           “Strange, Stephen Strange.” The slightly less aged version of your boyfriend answered.

           “Well Strange, you’ve arrived just in time, the first wave of aliens should be hitting Paris in two minutes tops.”

           The picture blurred out into another one of where you two started flirting more and more and that was the first day he realized he liked you.

           “Your cape is ravishing as ever Strange, what’d you do? Dry cleaner?” You smirked crossing your arms.

           “Magic dry cleaner, what a thought Y/N, no I restored it.” He replied rolling his eyes, “But you do seem to be the one with the eye for these kinds of things.”

           “I know.” You chuckled, “And by the way, don’t think I didn’t see you blushing when you were being picked on by Tony about me earlier.”

           “W-wait what?” He said, but you were gone before he had the chance to question you.

           You watched, almost feeling yourself tear up at when you first said “I love you” after a mission gone horribly wrong. It was straight on the battlefield but the two of you didn’t care at the time whatsoever. It kept going until you saw the pictures start spinning and gold spurs of magic form around them, dancing across the pictures so beautifully preserved in time. That was when you heard him from behind you. It was the real Stephen smiling nervously.

           “I am very flattered Stephen but when did you have the time-“ You looked down to see him on one knee in front of you, causing you to jump back.

           “Y/N, I’ve come to propose.” He said making you roll your eyes some at the statement, “Ever since we met here, I’ve always known that there was something special about you, but now I see it every day. Would you marry me?”

           You slipped the ring on saying yes before jumping into his arms in excitement. You’d always imagined this, but never really thought he’d ever propose. It wasn’t really his thing anyways. As soon as you let go, another memory appeared, it was the two of you and the proposal. That was when it all faded away and you were left to fiddle with a new ring and finish your lunch.

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Originally posted by queenofslytherin71

“(Y/N) watch Loki while I go grab Thor and his other traveling companion,” you nod and watch as Brunnhilde walked out of the small abode 

“Well how are you doing (Y/N), long time no see”


“Oh c’mon (Y/N), I thought you loved me”

 “Correction, I used to love you. If you don’t shut up, I will cut off your tongue”

“You know I can use my magic to regrow it back”

“Not unless I tase you first”  


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Originally posted by hasan-minhaj

Marvel 7 Minutes in Heaven Intro

Title: Steve Rogers Fluff

Pairing:  Steve Rogers X Reader

Word Count: 515

Summary: Cute and fluff

Warnings: N/A

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Wanda Maximoff (Scarlet Witch) Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Preview | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 |

A/N: This part is a bit more emotional than I had planned, when do things go as planned anyway tho?



It had been 3 years since Natasha had adopted you after a mission went sideways, she had found you crying by the roadside on your seventh birthday. A bomb had gone off where you had been, somehow, your parents had gotten you out. Natasha rescued you and brought you to the Avengers, you were celebrating your tenth birthday with her, but you couldn’t feel more despondent.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” Natasha asked, sliding next to you on your bed as you looked at a picture of you with your parents on your birthday.

You wore an outfit Natasha had helped pick out for you, a bright fav/color t-shirt and shorts. Natasha wore a scarlet t-shirt and black leggings, she knew you didn’t want your birthday to be a big deal so she had kept it casual.

“I miss them Nattie.” You answered, your voice a soft plea. 

Natasha’s emerald eyes softened, she reached out and gently settled you in her lap, hot tears made their way down your cheeks, you sniffled and moved sideways so you could face Natasha. The redhead knew how hard your birthday was for you, but when she adopted you, she had promised to be there for you.

“It’s okay to miss them y/n, I’ll always be there for you.” She assured, gently nuzzling her nose against yours.

You laughed at the sensation, Natasha smiled when you stopped crying. She gently wiped the tears off your face. You smiled softly up at her, melting her heart. 

“I love you mommy.” You said softly, Natasha’s eyes widened and saw you hesitate.

“I’m sorry.” You apologized instantly when you felt Natasha freeze and her smile leave her face.

“No, it’s okay, you can call me mommy if you want to.” The redhead assured, rubbing your back gently, you grinned up at her. 

When she had picked you up by the roadside, she had never expected this. She had considered putting you in an orphanage, thinking she wasn’t right to raise you. But every single day, when you held her hand and hid behind her, trusting her to protect you. Natasha decided she wouldn’t let go of you. 

“Everyone’s waiting for you.” Natasha gestured to the door, you nodded eagerly and jumped off her lap, standing in front of the door as you waited for her. 

“You didn’t say it back.” You noticed, frowning and looking up at her in confusion.

“I love you too sweetheart.” She smiled softly down at you, she gestured to the door again where she knew the rest of the team was waiting for her. 

“Let’s go mommy.” You grinned, opening the door, your smile growing when you saw the rest of the team waiting for you, Tony instantly had JARVIS take a picture of you and your mom holding hands, Natasha’s eyes glistening with tears as she grinned down at you.


You looked at the same picture, sitting in your tactical suit on your bed with tears glistening your eyes. Both you and Natasha had kept a copy to remember it by, it was the happiest day in her life, you kept it to remember how things change for the better.

“What are you thinking about?” Wanda asked, sliding down to sit next to you, wearing a light green t-shirt and black jeggings.

“As if you can’t see that.” You smirked lazily, she gave you a look and you laughed. 

“How things change,” You answered, sighing and tucking the picture in one of the hidden pockets before explaining.

“Just a little over 11 years ago, I lost my parents to an accident. When Natasha brought me to the tower, I thought she was going to give me to the orphanage and my life would be like a terrible version of Annie.” You and Wanda chuckled softly.

“But that didn’t happen, instead, things changed for the better. I became an Avenger, I got a family, then I found you and my life has never been better. But now, I don’t know if things are going to change for better or for worse.” You confessed, Wanda gently took one of your hands, playing with your fingers as she looked at your hand.

“I don’t know about how everyone else will change, but I would still be there with you,” Wanda said after a moment of silence, you smiled and blushed slightly.

“Even when the world is against us?” You joked, smirking to yourself, Wanda turned to face you, lacing your fingers with hers.

“Even when the world is against us,” Wanda stated, you laughed and leaned in for a soft kiss.

Wanda kissed you back instantly, freehand coming to the back of your neck as her lips moved over yours. Your phone rang, you practically jumped away from Wanda, she laughed as you answered it.

“Y/n, the plane is ready where are you?” Natasha asked she sounded tense over the phone. 

“I’m fine thanks for asking,” You heard Natasha chuckle, “I’m on my way there.”

“I’ll see you then, love you y/n.” She said, you heard a tone of desperation but ignored it.

“Love you to mom, bye.” You said, hanging up the phone and smiling apologetically at Wanda.

“I’ll walk you to the plane.” Wanda shrugged, you nodded and let her lead you out in relative silence.

“Remember that song you made me listen to, ‘Home’ by someone-someone,” Wanda asked, you laughed. 

“ ‘Home’ by Topic? And the Alle Farben remix is better.” You said, turning to face her as you approached the jet.

“The marcapasos remix is better,” Wanda argued, you laughed again.

“This is what you wanted to say as a goodbye?” You raised an eyebrow, she smiled up at you.

“No, I wanted to say the lyric ‘Let me come home to you again.’” She said you blushed. 

“God you’re sappy.” You muttered, leaning in for a goodbye kiss, both of you smiled and giggled before breaking apart.

You pecked her lips and hugged her tightly, you felt her inhale your scent and tremble slightly, you squeezed her tightly before letting go.

“Take care, and make sure I can come home to you again.” She winked at you, smiling sadly.

“I will Maximoff.” You assured, walking into the plane and waving her goodbye.

“Take care y/n.” She said, you winked at her and tried to say something before the doors closed, you weren’t sure if she heard you say that you loved her.

Wanda knew it anyway, she considered texting you, but you knew it too. 

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Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Music Requests

I was so excited to write this! I haven’t written for Natasha in so long. Yet, I somehow ended up hating this with a passion. I hope you enjoy though!

 Y/N L/N was always a happy person and a hopeless romantic. Natasha, was not overly romantic, but was happy to watch her girlfriend clean the house, the radio playing lowly in the background. 

Walk in your rainbow paradise (paradise)

Strawberry lipstick state of mind (state of mind)

As the first lyrics were out of the small radio, Y/N spun around happily. It was her favourite song.

I get so lost inside your eyes 

Would you believe it?

She starts singing along now, using the polish she was using on a mirror as a microphone- her other hand to pointing to Natasha who sighs. 

You don’t have to say you love me

You don’t have to say nothing

You don’t have to say you’re mine


She dances up to Natasha now, trying to grab her hands and pull her up and Natasha raises an eyebrow. Natasha seemingly hated the song and Y/N always assumed it was because the woman would never embrace affection the way she did. 

I’d walk through fire for you

Just let me adore you

Y/N then taps Natasha’s nose, trying to distract her enough to bring her into the music. She was determined to have this moment with her girlfriend, for Natasha to just let her adore her.

Oh, honey

I’d walk through fire for you

Just let me adore you

Y/N finally succeeds in pulling Natasha up, bringing her into a sloppy slow dance and giving her a kiss in thanks before continuing with her singing. 

Like it’s the only thing I’ll ever do

As Y/N twirled her around the room, Natasha couldn’t help a small smile appear on her face. Maybe she would let Y/N adore her for a little bit. Besides, she’ll always return the favour.

Like it’s the only thing I’ll ever do

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| Part 1

Series Masterlist

Carol Danvers (Captain Marvel) Masterlist

A/N: Sorry for the delay with the second part of this one

Living in the compound was better than you had expected, you trained with Steve a lot, he wasn’t sure how to train your abilities, but he trained you in self-defense even though you already knew what you were doing. Carol generally tended to keep her distance, Steve told you about someone who had looked similar to you when Carol got her powers. Eventually, you got a little bored of training with Steve, so you decided to ask Carol.

“Do you wanna train?” You asked, Carol was eating eggs in the kitchen, she shrugged and gestured to the eggs on the pan, she wore a black sports bra and army green leggings, her short hair combed away from her face.

“Want any?” She asked, you shrugged and plated some, grabbing a piece of toast and sitting next to her, you wore a fav/color t-shirt and dark grey high waisted leggings.

Both of you ate in relative silence until you asked her about her powers out of curiosity on the way to the gym. She explained how she got them from an infinity stone before asking you about yours. You told me about accidentally joining HYDRA instead of SHIELD. It had been a mutation ever since you were born which HYDRA had exploited until Fury broke you out, you’d worked for him since.

“Neat,” Carol muttered, standing across from you and assuming a fighting stance.

“So you can shift into anyone?” Carol asked as you took a fighting stance at the opposite end, you shrugged and sent a high kick her way which she easily blocked.

“Anyone as long as I’ve seen them before.” You answered, sparring easily with her.

Throughout the training, you noticed that you knew what Carol was going to do a second before she did it. It gave you an advantage, you were able to counter her moves easily. But, Carol knew your fighting style, and as a result of her strength, she was able to counter you. Valkyrie and Bruce watched from outside the gym, amused. 

They could see the tension between both of you, neither of them could figure out exactly what it was. Neither could you or Carol.

“What the hell is going on?” Steve asked, walking up behind Bruce to see you grinning as you almost pinned Carol down.

“We have no idea, they’ve been here for almost 2 hours now,” Bruce answered, watching you easily break out of the pin and counter Carol’s move and put her in a headlock.

“Sorry to break the moment.” Steve coughed, walking in, he wore a tight, light blue t-shirt and faded blue jeans.

You panted and let Carol out of the headlock, both of you were breathing heavily as you got a drink of water.

“What’s up, star-spangled banner?” You joked, panting into your water bottle as you noticed Carol chuckle softly.

“HYDRA is trying to start up another base nearby, we need to take it out,” Steve answered, leaning forwards on his elbows.

“Who is on the team?” You and Carol asked at the same time, your eyes widened as you frowned slightly, turning to meet Carol’s slightly bewildered expression. 

“You two and Sam,” Steve stated, a smile threatening to show as you both looked at each other in shock.

“Our sources show that the base is fairly small, the debriefing is in half an hour.” He stated, walking out of the room.

“Well, this should be interesting.” You muttered, getting up and walking out of the gym with Carol, she shrugged and excused herself to go shower, her mind racing.

It felt almost exactly like it used to, you acted almost the same, Carol kept comparing who you are now to who she used to know, there were so many differences.


The mission was simple, you would disguise yourself as someone inside HYDRA, then break into the control room, steal whatever information necessary while Carol blew up the place and Sam took the leader of the base in. Steve would stay in the jet as back up, everyone left to get ready for the mission, it should only take a few hours.

Once you got there, the base was bigger than the reports had shown. You were able to easily get inside after knocking out a guard and taking his appearance, getting to the control room was difficult since you didn’t have the clearance.

“Y/n, stand down and come back to the jet,” Steve commanded, you nodded to one of the person passing you and continued to walk around.

“The least we can do is get the layout.” You muttered, eyes widening when you saw a secret elevator, you hoped the guards near you didn’t hear that. 

“No, come back now,” Steve commanded, you were tempted not to listen.

You sighed softly to yourself and started to make your way outside when you noticed men surrounding you, two on each side, and a few coming from behind. You were only armed with a gun.

“What’s up?” You asked, turning to face one of the men, all of them were taller than you and strongly built. The man next to you glared, you scanned him up and down and noted the taser on your way out.

“We were alerted of an intruder, this guard was found unconscious.” A man in front of you stated, showing all of them an image of the guard you had just knocked out.

“My twin!” You exclaimed, all of them turned to face you, the man behind you used his taser to knock you unconscious. 


“Where the hell is she?” Carol demanded, impatiently pacing in the back of the jet.

“Her comms are down, I’m trying to get into their surveillance footage,” Maria answered from the Stark tower.

The footage was shown on the tablet Steve was holding a second later, Maria told him you were the guard in the middle. Carol and Sam watched on as the footage showed the man you were impersonating on the screen. They heard you say something about your twin before the guard behind you knocked you unconscious, you turned back into yourself.

Though something was different, it wasn’t the appearance they had grown used to. It was the appearance Carol was used to, you looked the same as the day you died, there was barely any difference.

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Originally posted by avengersmemes

Summary: Avengers gets princessy because of (Y/N), you have elemental powers.

I laid on Peter’s chest as I scrolled through the sea of social media, waiting for something eventful to happen. “Peter,” I whined, rolling over, burying my face in his chest. His arm snaked around me, “what?” I didn’t move, hanging onto him like a koala and it’s tree. But suddenly, ideas of sunshine and rainbows rushed into my head. “Pete, remember last year when we bought a box of disney princess stuff for adults as a joke?” I asked, raising my head up. “Yeah, what?” Peter asked, still clueless as ever. “And everyone except us came back from a mission and they are asleep?” I continued as I rolled over. “Yes?” Peter asked, still confused. “Petey you idiot, let’s prank the avengers!” “You’re crazy, absolutely crazy,” Peter whined, “why are we doing this, we can’t do this!” “Stop being a baby and help me!” I shouted. “I hate you,” Peter huffed. I rolled my eyes as we continued walking down the halls. “Yeah but you love me,” I teased. “Sadly, you’re right,” Peter sighed. “Gimme a kiss if you do Petey,” I joked. “Yeah, yeah loving you was a mistake.” He whined, but resting his hand around my waist. Turning me around, Peter pulled me in for a sweet peck on the lips. I backed away though, “love you too, now let’s go get killed by the Earth’s mightiest heroes.”

“I don’t get it,” I complained, “Tony Stark, one of the richest men alive, has a tiny supply closet.” Peter sighed, picking up a dusty box, “let’s just get out of here.” I laughed, how scared is he? “Fine,” I whined, slowly walking out of the closet, “come on.”

“Who first?” I asked, a smirk creeping up on my face. Laid in my hands on a curly red hair wig. “Clint,” me and Peter said in unison. “So who are we doing?” Peter asked, scratching the back of his neck. “Uh let’s see,” I started, digging into the box, “Clint, Thor, bird brain, Bucky, Steve, Tony, and Loki.” Peter nodded, “then let’s get to work then.”

“You take the bow-” “No Petey throw the clothes out.” “Gimme the wig. GIMME THE WIG!” “The dress, where’s the dress.” “Yes, now spill that on him.”

“I don’t think the wig is enough.” “Extensions!” “Where’s the stuffed lizard!” “The purple one.” “This armour shit is heavy-” “You have super strength…”

“Wig! Wig! Wig!” “Make the snow (Y/N)!” “What do we-” “Deal with it later!” “Fucking shield” “Language…..” 

“Snowmen come on” “CHOCOLATE” “come on” “FOR THE FIRST TIME IN FOREVER!” “Shut it (Y/N) we’re going to get caught!” “The cake! WHERE IS THE CAKE!”

“TALE AS OLD AS TIME!” “SHUT UP!” “Tea ups, tea cups, TEA CUPS!” “Dress!” “Be careful- wait no no no-” “BE. OUR. GUEST!”

“Tail leave the tail!” “FLood the roOm!” “SuRe!” “Shit shit shit SHIT!” “THE WIG!” “Perfect!” “Crabs.” “GIVE ME CRABS!”

“ANIMALSSSSS!” “Grow a tree (Y/N)!” “FOREST!” “SOMEDAY MY PRINCE WILL-” “Shut it!” “YES! Birds!”

I sighed in relief as me and Peter laid on the couch. Finally. “WHO DA HELL TOOK ALL MY CLOTHES AND LEFT THIS DRESS!” I gave Peter a knowing look, but he returned me with a scared one. “Hey Merida!” I teased as Clint stomped into the room. “You! You two spilt that juice on me so I would change into this dress!” I bursted out into uncontrollable laughter. “No?” Peter defended. “That is fine, the wig is fine, but. WHERE. IS. MY. BOW!” Clint’s face grew red in anger, the light shone off the smooth surface of his dress, the red curls of his red wig layed messily on his face. The glitter on his eyeshadow matched the accessories we gave him. The wooden bow with the bear engraved in hung on to his hand. I was curled up on the couch with laughter while Peter’s face is practically the definition of horror. Clint shook his head in disappointment. “You’re lucky I like this dress,” he mumbled. I turned to Peter and gave him a shove on the shoulder. “You’ll regret this,” Clint stated as he wandered off for his morning coffee. As Clint walked out of the room, I flung myself onto Peter from laughter. Peter let out a soft chuckle, “we’re so dead.”

After a while of calming down, me and Peter laid still, waiting for the next subject to come. “Lady (Y/N)! Man of spiders! Was it you who gifted me with the long hair once again!” Thor’s loud voice filled my ears as I tried to hide my laughter and act serious. “Yes! It was me and Peter!” I replied as Thor wondered in with his “hair” trailing behind him. “Thank you lady (Y/N)! For blessing me with the gorgeous locks of hair and the fabric of this clothing!” Thor continued, motioning to his dress. “But may I ask, what is the purpose of disposing my armor and gifting me with a dead lizard?” Thor asked. “The lizard’s a toy Mr Thor,” Peter laughed. “Your armour will be given back later,” I continued. “Thank you Lady (Y/N) and man of spiders, I shall go enjoy the treat of poptarts!” Thor sounded like a 5 year old, a cheerful cute 5 year old. “Who filled my room with utensils?” Loki raged. I compressed a laugh as Peter’s face filled with regret. “Check the bookshelves and thank me later!” I replied. “I assume you gave me this dress too?” Loki asked, still confused by the situation. “Yes my dear, go read but keep the dress,” I continued. “Pathetic mortals,” he scoffed, walking back to his room. I shook my head, turning to Peter, who was still stiff. “You don’t think this is funny?” I asked, still laughing a bit. “No! We’re so dead!”

Next came Stevie, stumbling out of his room, trying to gather warmth. The braid of the blond wig lad on his shoulder, the ice like dress barely providing him warmth. “Who filled my room with snow!” He asked, “it’s freezing!” “Thought the cold never bothered you anyway Stevie!” I laughed, Peter let out a slight chuckle but the fear is still visible on his face. “Plus,” I started, “weren’t you frozen in ice for 70 years?” Steve shook his head, “well I had clothes of some worth, but somehow, I have this dress that looks like ice! And I wasn’t covered in juice!” “Geez sorry Stevie, guess we should have frozen your room,” I muttered. Peter gave me a glare as I rolled my eyes. “Oh where’s my shield?” Steve asked, anger still laced in his voice. “Under a pile of snow,” I said innocently. Peter faceplamed as regret fills his thoughts, “sorry Mr Rogers.”

“Whoever put chocolate in my room, I love you!” I hear Bucky scream as he walks into the living room with pride. His green dress trailing behind and his wig up in a bun. “No problem Buck!” I replied, nudging Peter as he shook his head with a smile. “And what you did to Sam! Yas! I shall now worship you my queen,” Bucky screamed, bowing down. Right then, Sam rolled into the room. His “tail” soaked in water, a crab hanging onto the fin. “Why me you little shit! He gets chocolate and cakes and you drown me!” He scolded. “Shut it bird brain, you’re a fish now,” I replied. “It’s you and spider boy isn’t it!” Sam raged. I shrugged and ignored him, meanwhile Peter sat nervously. “You’re welcome princess,” I scoffed. “You’re okay with this?” Sam asked, his eyes filled with rage. Bucky nodded, shoving his face with chocolate. 

“Leave the kids alone!” I smiled as I heard Tony’s voice. As he wandered in the room, a trail of small animals followed behind him. “By the way, thanks for the throne, I want more,” Tony joked. I lightly shook my head with a laugh, me and Tony had this love hate relationship, but he’s like my father figure, or an annoying brother. “No problems Tones, check under the chest, there’s a cake!” I replied, shoving Peter lightly, “I told you this was a good idea.” “Thanks kids, oh and Thor seems to be enjoying his hair,” Tony joked. I laughed, shooting a glance at Peter, “I knew he would like it.” “Loki seems to like the dress?” I shrugged, “let him be him.”

“That was fun,” I laughed, as the sun rose to welcome the next day. “Yeah fine, it was pretty good,” Peter added, laughing as well. “Morning guys,” I hear the familiar voice of Bucky. A confused look finds a way to my face, so does Peter. “I see you’re liking the dress?” I ask, ignoring the glaces I got from Peter. “Yeah actually, the fabric is amazing, the wig is nice too,” Bucky shared, he seemed like a proud 6 year old. “Good for you?” I asked, Bucky nodded proudly as I shrugged to Peter. “Hey Nat!” I called as she walked in the room as well. “Hey (Y/N) did you do that to the avengers?” She asked. “Do what?” I replied cluelessly. Peter faceplamed as he said, “sorry.” “What? Don’t say sorry, this is great!” She laughed, “this morning Clint was bragging about his dress and wig, and he likes the bow now.” I shrugged, “guess me and Peter are good at carving?”

“LeT iT GooOOOoooOOooOOoooOooOoooOOoO!!!!!” Stevie screams. Peter glared at me, I shrugged, I may or may not have brainwashed the lyrics of “let it go” into Steve’s head. Nat face palmed as Tony screamed back, “SoooMMMeEEeee DaaaYYYAAYYAYAYYYYY mMMMmMmMMMYYYYyYYYyYYY PrrRRIiIIIInNNNCCCccccEEEeEEeEE WIiiIiIIlLLLLLLllLl COoooOOOOOMMMEEeEEee!” Peter glared at me as a song battle broke out. Thor went, “ATtTTTTT LAASSAAaaAAAsSSSSSSSSStTTTTtttTTttt IIIIIiIiIIIIiiiIIIi SEEEee-” “PppPApAAAEEeRRRrrRRTTttTTt OOOooOOFFFffFFF YoouuuururrrRRRRRr WOoowowoOU-” I glanced at Peter, who looked just as sleep deprived as I am, “SHUT THE FUCK UP!” 

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Biker!Bucky x Reader

Warning: PG-13, Language, mentions of sex, Rumlow being an asshole, bad break-up, could be triggering (read at your own risk)


Today was the day. You had been struggling with doubt since you first got the hint that something wasn’t right with your relationship. Today, your struggles–possibly along with your relationship–would come to an end. You knew what the outcome would be, but weren’t sure you were strong enough to actually face the music, even after you had seen it yourself. Even if you’d followed your boyfriend to the bar where he met up with some random chick and saw them exchange saliva more times in one night than he ever kissed you in a week. It was going to hurt, but today marked the end of it all. You just needed him to get to your apartment. You’d rehearsed what you would say to him a million times in the mirror, along with an additional thousand with Natasha. You were prepared for any excuse he’d try to give, yet there was a small hint of doubt creeping up in the back of your head.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening. You shook your head, getting up from your spot on the kitchen counter and taking a few steps in the direction of the door. “Baby face, I’m home,” Brock called out to you. You walked over to the living room, arms crossed, attempting to keep a neutral expression and not break into a fit of rage. “Good,” you said simply, “You’re here. We need to have a little chat.” Brock looked you up and down, a smirk spreading across his lips, “Ah, I see. Does my little fawn want to act tough for her old man?” He began to remove his jacket, not breaking eye contact with you as he kept the same smirk on his lips. “That’s not what I want,” you scoffed, maintaining the same strong posture you started off with. Brock looked at you in confusion, not fully understanding that you didn’t want to get him laid. “Then what do you want?” He asked, as if there was nothing more you could ask of him. 

“How about you tell what it is you want,” you snarled. Once again looking at you in confusion, he takes a few steps closer to you, which you mimic away from him. “Sugar, what are you talking about?” he asked, feigning innocence. That alone made you want to rage. But you kept it in… For now. “What am I talking about?” you questioned almost accusingly, “I’m talking about your co-worker, your friend’s girl, the girl from your gym, the barista. I thought you wanted a serious relationship with me, but I guess I got it wrong because you keep dicking around with whatever air headed bimbo crosses your line of sight.” 

Brock took a step back, faking a surprised look, “Muffin, what are you talking about?” That was it. His denial was the thing that set you off. You released your arms, letting them fall to your sides with your hands curled into fists. “Oh, cut the bullshit,” you snapped, “I know you’ve been sleeping with any broad that opens her legs in your direction, I’m not stupid!”

“That’s insane, Y/N! I would never cheat on you!” Brock defended, “What did Nat say to make you doubt me?” You walked over to the small desk to your left, taking the file and opening it. “She helped me figure it out,” you hissed, “She showed me just how much of a piece of shit you are!” You took the pictures inside the file and threw them at his feet. The floor was littered with pictures of him with other girls. Making out with a blonde, arms wrapped around a brunette, dancing erotically with a redhead, a girl with black hair in his car only partly dressed. Every compromising position he could possibly be in was captured in those pictures. “You want to start explaining yourself, or are you going to keep playing dumb?” you asked in a harsh tone. 

He looked up at you with an expression that seemed like anger. Shrugging his shoulders, he took his hands out of his pockets and began to speak, “What do you want me to say?” You glared at him, “How about you start with explaining why you did it?” Brock scoffed, looking away from you for a moment before meeting your eyes again, “You want the truth? Fine, the sex was absolutely amazing. I didn’t want to stop because they did something you could never do. They got me off every single time. You never did once.” You were absolutely disgusted. The anger in your stomach grew as you began to contemplate the repercussions of letting yourself take it out on him physically. 

“Get out,” you whispered angrily. Brock was much bigger than you and he’d been known to not let gender stop him from hurting anyone. Especially if he was provoked. Brock shook his head, “Don’t you wanna beg for me to stay? Don’t you want to fix things? Don’t you want me to touch you the same way I touched them?” Your disgust increased with your anger. “Get! Out!” you screamed, pointing at the door behind him. Brock rolled his eyes, turning around to walk out. Opening the door, he stopped momentarily and turned to look at you again, “Call me when you’re in the mood to beg.” 

You grabbed a glass vase from the desk and threw it to him, shattering it on the door with a few pieces cutting his cheek. “You bitch!” he shouted before slamming the door as he left. You were left to stand there in your fury as your mind began to process what happened. It’s done, you’re free. Once you were sure he was far enough down the hall, you took your phone out of your pocket, dialing Natasha. As the line rang, you crouched down to pick up the pictures, putting them in the file to burn later, along with your own pictures that were already waiting in the fireplace. 

“Is it done?” Nat asked from the other end, not bothering to say hello. “It’s done,” you confirmed, walking over to the fireplace with the pictures and throwing them in. “Thank god,” she sighed, “I’m on my way over, we can go out and drink this asshole away. I know this bar we can go to that’s run by an old friend of mine, what do you think?” 

You turned on the gas as she spoke, lighting a match and throwing it in with the rest of the stuff. “Actually, I’m more in the mood to have a girl’s day in. Like we used to before he came into my life,” you said calmly, watching as the flames embraced everything in the fireplace. The pictures, like your feelings, turned to ash before your eyes. “Sounds good,” Nat replied, “I’ll need to go shopping for wine and snacks though. I’ll be there in thirty.” 

“See you then.” you hung up and walked over to the couch to sit. This was the beginning of your new life after three years of wasting your time with a worthless pile of human trash. So why did you feel so tired? You were tired of everything and you couldn’t explain why. Keeping your eyes fixed on the fire in front of you, you let your mind wander to anything but him. Here’s to a fresh start, you thought, no more Rumlow.  


A/N: I know it’s kind of overused to make Brock Rumlow the asshole ex, but who else fits the role? First chapter done!! This one is just mainly for exposition, but I promise Bucky will be in the next chapter. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed! I will be posting the next chapter tomorrow and I promise it will be much longer. Let Me know if I missed anyone on the taglist as I’m still trying to get my shit together. I love you all, I hope all is well, and please stay safe!!

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Who Am I?: Chapter 13

Notes: I mean no disrespect by writing or posting this, and in no way do I take the themes and topics discussed in this series lightly. So if you’re triggered by any of this, I suggest not reading it.

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Y/H/C = Your hair color

Y/E/C = Your eye color

Chapter Description: While Lisa is trying not to lose hope, you’re trying not to freak out. You sent your pictures to the NCMEC, you have twenty-four to forty-right hours until the police arrive — you don’t know what to expect.

Warnings: Some anxiety, some angst, grieving the loss of a child/sibling, some comfort, mentions of manipulation, gaslighting, and abuse

Word Count: 1,556

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Previous Chapter: Chapter 12

You don’t immediately give the photo album back to Isla. After sending the email, you choose to just look through the album for the sake of nostalgia and distracting yourself. While Isla did have a fair amount of pictures of Emmy with you, a lot of the pictures are of your friend and her family, obviously. Family vacations, family gatherings, candid pictures of Emmy or her parents, pictures of scenery — you can’t stop yourself from admiring them. Emmy’s family is nothing like yours. Aside from her having both of her parents, Emmy’s family is big and fairly open with each other. Isla and Matteo are honest with what they do, never sugar-coating anything if they can help it. That’s where Emmy gets a lot of her qualities.

Your… family is nothing like theirs. Your mother — Hayley — had her secrets, wanting complete control over everything and would do anything to achieve it. Manipulation, gaslighting, fear, abuse — it didn’t matter what Hayley did as long as she maintained control.

While Theresa did her best to keep the peace, she willingly fed into her sister’s behavior. Theresa’s own secrets and discoveries only made everything worse, made your life more difficult. She claimed to love you, but knowingly kept the truth from you.

But you don’t know if what she says is really true, you think. Her and Emmy say that you’re somehow connected to Y/N Evans’ disappearance, but until you get definitive proof you’re her, there’s no way to know for sure.

You close your eyes, leaning your head back against Emmy’s bed. Twice you’ve been told you’re connected to the disappearance of Y/N Evans. While Emmy made the connection only to support her theory, Theresa did her own research years ago. She believed it wholeheartedly. Closing the photo album, you place it on the ground beside you and get your phone out. Emmy showed you an age progressed picture of Y/N Evans, if you can find it, and maybe a baby picture of Y/N Evans, you could come up with your own conclusions.

Ever since this whole mess started, you’ve been holding onto what other people said. You’ve never had a conclusive opinion of your own. Instead, you spent your time jumping back and forth on what you truly thought and felt. It’s exhausting and you’re ready to take a step back from everyone and just do your own investigating. No help, no second opinions or unconfirmed theories.

Going onto the NCMEC website, you type Y/N Evans’ name in and wait as it loads. Not even a few seconds later, a picture of an infant comes up on your phone’s screen. You hold your phone a little closer to your face, wanting to take in every detail. Her eyes are roughly the same shape as yours, but her hair is lighter. She has the same skin color as yours, too. That makes you feel a twinge of uneasiness.

Next is an age progressed picture. This time, Y/N Evans is a child. Her eyes are shaped like yours, same color too. Her nose almost looks like yours, but it looks a little flat. Her mouth is turned into a smile that’s eerily similar to yours. The uneasiness steadily grows. You glance at the photo album beside you, briefly thinking of getting an old picture of you to use as comparison. You want to be absolutely sure. Flipping the album open, you find a picture that you feel is good enough to use as a reference. Holding it close to your phone, you do a double take on how you look next to the picture of Y/N. And… same eyes, same skin color, same shaped eyes and similar smile. The nose is the only thing that’s a little off in the age progressed picture, otherwise it is similar to an extent. Her hair is still very light, which contrasts greatly with how yours looks, but it’s close enough.

A lump forms in your throat.

The next age progressed picture is of Y/N Evans as a teenager. This is where you feel your heart drop through the floor. The similarities are uncanny. Whoever made the picture got nearly everything right. Her hair still had that light color, though yours darkened only a little. Her nose looked better, nearly similar in shape to yours. Her eyes still have the same shape and color, and the facial structure is almost there when compared to yours. And her smile… her damn smile. It’s yours, there’s no doubt about it.

Emmy’s theory is right. Theresa’s confession is right. They have to be right. The physical similarities are there, and it explains why you look so different when you were with your mother and aunt.

And that hurts so much.

Going back to Y/N’s baby photo, you look at her information. While the physical similarities are there, maybe her information lines up with yours.


Y/N Alaina Evans

Y/N was last seen in the Emerson Hospital Children’s Ward.

Born: May 9, 1997

Abducted: May 28, 1997 (aged 19 days)

Abducted From:

Emerson Hospital

Sudbury, Massachusetts

United States

Sex: Female

Hair: Y/H/C

Eyes: Y/E/C

You start chewing on the inside of your cheek. Some of her information lined up with yours, even if it wasn’t completely accurate. The only information you have on yourself is what your mother told you, what you believed for so many years.

Y/N Evans was born on May 9th; you were allegedly born on May 7th.

Y/N Evans was only a few weeks old when she was abducted; you allegedly spent a few weeks in the hospital after you were born.

Y/N Evans was born in Massachusetts before she went missing; you were born there too, until you came to New York.

Somehow the information you have on yourself works with the information on Y/N Evans. You’re allegedly two days older than her, and the physical similarities should speak for themselves. Not to mention Y/N Evans was born in Massachusetts before going missing and you were born in Massachusetts before coming to New York with your mother.

Maybe you are Y/N Evans. Based on what you’ve gathered so far, with the information you know, it’s a possibility. And, for a split second, you feel a sense of accomplishment wash over you. Your curiosity led you to this discovery. The help of your closest friend and Theresa led you to this. But that sense of accomplishment vanished just as quickly as it arrived, uncertainty taking its place. The police are bound to come knocking at Isla’s and Matteo’s door any day now. You can’t help but wonder…

…where do you go from here?


By the time Lisa arrived at her house, she felt emotionally and psychologically drained. She knows to keep herself going for her family’s sake, but with everything that’s going on she can only take so much more.

Chris promised he’d be home the week of Y/N’s birthday. Scott and Carly promised to come too. The only one who didn’t have an answer is Robert, Lisa’s ex-husband. After their divorce all those years ago, Robert took some time away from his family, his children, to himself to think. He was gone for several months, refusing to answer calls or emails. It wasn’t until he came back eight and a half months later that he announced he started a relationship with someone else, that he’d be moving in with her. Everyone was hurt. Things became messy for a long time.

Lisa did nothing but wish Robert the best. While his declaration stung, she couldn’t spend her time crying over him or feeling angry. She still has four other children to care for — four other children still grieving in their own way.

Communication between Robert and his ex-wife and kids were infrequent. Carly and Shanna tried to forgive him, tried to move past what he did, but the hurt feelings are still there. Scott tried keeping frequent contact with his father, but eventually stopped altogether. Chris took it the hardest, when it came to his father’s new life. Any contact between Chris and Robert is very scarce, and it’s likely going to stay that way.

Lisa had to step up for her childrens’ sake. She became their lifeline, their support. She helped them with everything after the divorce. From helping with schoolwork, to accompanying them to therapy sessions, to being the mother and father they desperately needed. Even now, with all her older children as adults, she’s still their lifeline, their support. She wanted them to have a very open relationship with her, to be comfortable enough to tell her anything. They are, and she’s so happy for that. But at the same time, it hurts her. They’ve all expressed to her so much pain and turmoil from what they’ve endured, from Y/N’s abduction to the divorce. In a way, it makes Lisa feel as though she’s failed, that she didn’t do enough.

Turning her car off, Lisa leaned her forehead against her steering wheel. She felt so many emotions swirling inside her, making her want to scream, or cry, or even throw up.

Lifting her head up, Lisa leaned back in her seat.

Where does she go from here?

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Music Requests!

So, I’m not sure if anyone’s done this yet, but basically you request a song and I write a drabble/ blurb based off it for a character of your request.

I recommend requesting a song from one of the artists below since I listen to their songs. You can request some not below though. However, I have the right to deny your request if it makes me uncomfortable (this goes for artists/songs on the list as well).

Who I write for

Artists I like:

  • One Direction
  • Taylor Swift
  • MARINA/ Marina and the diamonds
  • 5 seconds of summer
  • Harry Styles
  • NiallHoran
  • Louis Tomlinson
  • Avril Lavinge
  • Dua Lipa
  • Lily Allen
  • Little Mix
  • Paramore
  • Panic! At the disco
  • Dodie
  • Meghan Trainor

Some of my favourite songs I think will work well:

  1. Lay All your love on me - ABBA
  2. Adore you - Harry Styles
  3. Paper Rings - Taylor Swift
  4. Absolutely Smitten - Dodie
  5. Half a Heart - One Direction
  6. Who’d have known - Lily Allen
  7. Black and White - Niall Horan
  8. Blank Space - Taylor Swift
  9. Wildest dreams - - Taylor Swift
  10. Gorgeous - - Taylor Swift
  11. Stay Stay Stay - Taylor Swift
  12. One Thing - One Direction 
  13. Little Things  - One Direction 
  14. They Don’t know about us  - One Direction 
  15. Strong  - One Direction 
  16. Illusion  - One Direction
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Steve Rogers x Reader.

Summary:  in which you must trust yourself before you trust someone to love you. 

AN: Thank you to @darkficsyouneveraskedfor​ for sending me this title and allowing me to be a part of the “What’s in a Title?” writing game! I had so much fun with this- it’s different from my usual writing style so I hope you all enjoy it. Pls leave feedback :)

Words: 970 

Warnings: little fluffs, lotta angsts, smutty energy but…, no happy endings to b found here my guys.


Originally posted by shwdgold

“Do you trust me?”

4 simple words; one complicated question. A question with so many scenarios and a hell of a lot of anxiety. An utterance on the tip of a tongue- common- second nature maybe. Nevertheless, the answer, intensified in the moment, riddles scenes with alluded outcomes. Love, desire, need, pain, anger, even heartbreak.

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