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[melwilson]

take it slow

“parker.”

“l/n.”

you raise a quizzical eyebrow and sit up in your bed. the book in your lap is long forgotten as the tall brunette enters your room. “my brother isn’t here.”

his backpack lands on the floor with a thud, now a decorative piece on the hardwood. “i know.”

you refrain a heavy sigh and ask, “so why are you still here?”

peter shrugs. “your mom said that because your brother wasn’t home yet i was free to bother you upstairs. so,” he sends you that dopey smile, “here i am. what? are you not happy to see me?”

“i’m so happy, parker, truly,” you deadpan.

he scoffs, plopping down on your desk chair. “you sound so excited. what are you reading?”

“dune part two.”

“part two, huh?”

that earns him a roll of the eyes. “yes, and i would like to continue reading it..so could you maybe, um, shut up?”

the brunette sports a pout. “rude.” he does as you wish, however, a comfortable silence washing over you.

he takes the time to look you over. your eyebrows are crinkled in concentration as you scan the pages to find the exact spot you were at before your bookmark fell out. your lips are turned into a slight pout- wait. why was he looking at your lips?

he shakes his head and tries to focus on the white noise- sounds of cars passing by, the wind, rustling leaves. it calms him. when he glances at you again, you’re looking at your phone with an even deeper frown and tears brimming your eyes.

“hey, hey,” peter scrambles, “what’s going on, l/n. what’s wrong?”

a stray tear rolls down your cheek and peter is quick, way too quick, to cup your face and wipe it away. his touch gathers your attention and you meet his eye. swallowing back the lump in your throat you mutter, “my dad bailed on me last minute.” another eye roll. “it’s stupid. i don’t know why i’m upset.”

the whiskey-eyed boy offers a sad smile. “because you know that when your dad actually puts in any effort he’s a good dad and you need him. it’s okay to be upset.”

peter knows you’re not convinced. so he extends his arms out to you. he receives back a blank, tear-filled stare. “c’mere, y/n.”

“fine, but only because you called me by first name.”

peter’s arms wrap tightly around your shoulders keeping you close to his chest. his chin rests on top of your head as he rocks your body from one side to the other.

when he hears you sniffle, he knows he’s going to cross a barrier that shouldn’t be crossed. but he does it anyway, placing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. the loving action only makes your tears fall faster.

he hugs you tighter and after a moments of silence he asks, “you wanna go get a milkshake?”

your voice is muffled. “you really want to?”

“anything to make you smile.” he says it like it’s the easiest decision ever. probably because it is. he may be your brother’s best friend, but he loves catching you crack a smile at his lame jokes and the full laugh you let out only around the people you trust.

you shift in his arms to face him, fingers playing the hem of his shirt. “i don’t wanna be a burden, pete.”

“you’re not.” his voice is soft, yet reassuring. “besides, i’ve got nowhere else to be. so get your shoes on, pretty girl. milkshakes are on me.”

as you walk down the side walk, hand in hand, your mind races. peter had never held your hand before. in fact, the last time he had hugged you was on your sixteenth birthday. things were changing. the person who used to be like a brother now felt as if he was on the edge of being your lover. and it scared you.

“you okay?”

“what are we doing, parker?”

he raises a brow, your pace slowing. “i don’t know…what do you mean?”

“the-the hand-holding,” you stammer, “the hugs, the forehead kisses?”

peter stops and disconnects his hand from yours, “i’m sorry, do you want me to stop?”

you look at him in confusion. “i don’t know what i want. what if things change and they don’t work out? i don’t- i can’t lose you as a friend.”

hesitantly, peter grabs your wrists. “hey, it’s okay. ..and i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to cross a line- i just thought, i don’t know i thought you were feeling it.”

you gaze down at his hands. “i mean, i don’t want it to stop. we just-“

“gotta take it slow,” he finishes.

“yeah.”

“let’s just go get these milkshakes and we’ll talk about it tomorrow. yeah?”

you nod and he takes your hand, giving it a squeeze.

“hey parker?” he hums. “thank you.”

anytime, l/n.”

——

i kinda hate this draft, but here you go. i apologize.

#andrew garfield #peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker drabble #peter parker oneshot #peter parker imagine #the amazing spider man #andrew garfield x reader #melwilsonsfics

[melwilson]

lover fighter

written for my dear friend @manddor (sorry for the agonizing wait. it’s a little rushed bc i wanted to get this out to you. forgive me <3)

rafe cameron x kook!reader

fighters just might make the best lovers

you weren’t supposed to be there. in fact, rafe had told you not to go and you had agreed. not only were you physically and mentally exhausted, but also drowning in homework and in need of some much needed sleep. however, kiara had somehow talked you out of staying in and dragged you out to the thornton household.

“are you mad at me?” you asked, eyes flickering to rafe who sat in the drivers seat.

“no,” he said sharply. though his tone and clenched jaw said otherwise.

you huffed, turning your gaze to the window. rafe had a right to be pissed. he knew the crowd that intended on coming to the party and he knew how you got. you were defensive and not afraid to speak your mind and, if worse came to worse (which it did), a fighter. he was only trying to protect you and you had to respect that.

the air was tense as rafe nodded for you sit on the counter, med kit in hand. it was one you both knew all too well except this time rafe wasn’t the one bloody and bruised and you weren’t taking care of him. his shaky hands dug around for the alcohol swabs, shoulders hunched. eventually, your bruised knuckles came into view as you grabbed everything he would need to fix you up. his eyes searched yours, asking the question he had been dying to know the answer to.

what happened?

your sigh was heavy. “i’m fine.”

rafe gave you a look. the look. “y/n.”

“rafe,” you mocked.

you winced as he unapologetically pressed the alcohol swab to your knuckles. “you gonna tell me how you somehow ended up in a fight at a party i told you not to go to.”

he had to bite his tongue when you rolled your eyes. “just because you told me not to go doesn’t mean i can’t. i can make my own decisions, cameron. damn.”

“that’s not what i was saying. i just thought we agreed- “

“okay, and i changed my mind,” you shot back. “hop off my back, dad.”

the head tilt. oh he was pissed. rafe laughs, dry and bitter and directed at you. “hm, sorry for trying to protect you,” he says sharply tossing the alcohol swab aside. he doesn’t send you another glance as he turns away from you.

“wait, rafe…where are you going?” you ask, the blonde halfway out the door.

“somewhere away from you before i say something i regret.”

the front door of the cameron household slams shut, startling you. it doesn’t take long for the guilt to set in. you knew rafe was just trying to be a good friend, but you were so hot-headed and stubborn.

you tug your bottom lip between your teeth and roll your eyes. you had never felt like an idiot more than you did in that moment. hopping off the counter, you took the first aid kit to the bathroom to finish what rafe had started.

-

rafe hated being alone and you could probably argue that he never was. the oldest cameron sibling naturally attracted people. whether it be his outgoing personality or his status, it was as if everyone was magnetized to his presence.

rafe would argue, however, that he was far too aquatinted with loneliness. his massive group of friends didn’t satisfy the restlessness in his soul. in fact, it only bothered him further. being surrounded by people he didn’t know and didn’t really bother to know him was exhausting. that was until you fell into his life.

you had somehow invaded the loneliness like the sun parting the clouds after a storm. it was amazing, really, how fast he warmed up to you. in a matter of weeks, he was addicted to your presence. the warmth you brought was a deep contrast to the harsh cold thrown at him by his family and his so called ‘friends.’ you had slowly broken down his walls and had exposed parts of him he didn’t intend on sharing. which caused the thought of losing you to be almost unbearable. he was so protective of you and sometimes it came off in the wrong way. but maybe it was because he didn’t know how to express the fact that he loved you?

rafe had fallen and he had fallen so hard he had no time to catch himself. he hit the ground hard, the wind being sucked from his lungs every time your cheeks turn into a smile directed at him. his heart would jump out of his chest the moment you’d wrap your arms around his waist and place that sweet kiss to cheek. he was so gone for you, but-

“rafe?” he didn’t hear your footsteps until you were right behind him. “do you mind if i sit?”

he shook his head. “you know i don’t.”

rafe noticed the unusual space you left between you too, his heart aching at the sight.

“i’m sorry,” you muttered softly. your gaze was towards the sky, eyes locked on the waxing crescent. “those new kids that just moved in were talking mad stuff about you and i couldn’t let it slide. i tried. i really did, but then they started comparing you to your dad and-“

“you didn’t have to get in a fight for me,” rafe interrupted.

“well, no one else was going to defend you,” you shrugged. “it’s not that big of a deal.”

the cameron sibling shifted closer to you, shoulder nudging yours. “it’s a big deal to me. you’re a big deal to me.”

your eyes softened as your searched rafe’s blue ones. “what does that mean?”

“it means that i wish you were more than just my best friend.” rafe’s shoulders seemed to slump in relief at the confession, something he had been holding on to for far too long.

a small smile tugs at your lips. “all you gotta do is ask, cameron.” you stand up quickly and rafe follows, hands grabbing swiftly at your hips until you’re chest to chest.

his eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips, the space between you almost nonexistent. “be my girl?”

your lips grazed his as you answer, “i already was.”

#rafe cameron #outer banks #rafe cameron fluff #drew starkey fluff #drew starkey x reader #rafe cameron x reader #drew starkey #rafe outer banks #outer banks fluff #melwilsonsmasterlist #melwilsonsfics

[melwilson]

the guys on obx and how they’d text you (part 2)

for a lovely reader @manddor hope u love this one

they imply that they’re having a bad day

john b : can i call you rn? kinda having the worst day and i wanna hear your voice

jj : luke is home.

i really need to see you.

pope : i got jumped…again. i’m okay. i’m just really tired of the pogue vs kook war

topper : not having the best day, but i hope you are. call me

rafe : i need you. can i come over?

it’s your birthday

john b : happy birthday, babe 💕 i love you more than life itself. i’ll see you soon

jj : wake up, sunshine. it’s your birthday! can’t wait to celebrate with you bby 🥳

pope : happy birthday, y/n! love you always <3

topper : happy birthday lover ❤️ grateful to have known you for another year. i love u

rafe : thank you for changing my life. i love you. happy birthday, baby

you send them a pick up line

john b : you better be glad i love you, that was awful

jj : shawty please, you’re talking to the pick up line king…

are you a parking ticket bc you’ve got fine written all over you

pope : never say that again, luv u tho

topper : i’m flattered, but no my name is not google

rafe : don’t make me act up

your one year anniversary

john b : happy anniversary, babe ❤️ i love you

jj : one year with my best girl. thanks for putting up with me, sunshine

pope : happy anni, my love. loving you is easy

topper : one year with you has been a dream. thank you for loving me. can’t wait to shower you with kisses today 💕

rafe : can’t believe it’s been a year with you. i love you, baby. see you tn

you send them a cute surprise

john b : thanks for the gas money and new bandanas, bby

jj : i’m the one who’s supposed to spoil you, not the other way around. but thank you for the new hat bubs

pope : you know me too well, dad and i appreciate the dinner babe

topper : sneaky little lover, i didn’t think you were listening when i said i needed more shampoo and conditioner

rafe : i promise i won’t let this ring rust, thank you bby

they somehow find out you got in a fight

john b : are you okay? text me asap

jj : i heard my girl got in a fight… did you win?

pope : what the hell, babe? do you need anything??? are you hurt?!

topper : i need to make sure you’re okay. call me pls

rafe : i stg i’ll kill whoever laid a hand on you

a random text you get while at work

john b : wanna surf after your shift?

jj : i can’t find my red hat, kinda upsetting

pope : did i leave my new scientific calculator at your house last night?

topper : i really wanna punch kelce in the face sometimes… anyways, how’s your shift?

rafe : i almost killed a man today. i didn’t tho. i hope ur proud of me

#john b x reader #jj maybank x reader #pope heyward x reader #topper thorton x reader #rafe cameron x reader #obx headcanons #outer banks fluff #obx x reader #chase stokes #rudy pankow #jonathan daviss #austin north #drew starkey #obx #obx2 #outer banks #rafe cameron fluff #blurbs #melwilsonsfics #melwilsonsofficialmasterlist

[melwilson]

melwilson’s masterlist

last updated: july 5, 2022| check out my previous works ! check out mel’s favorite fics !

* personal favorite , + popular

m a r v e l

JAMES  BUCHANAN  BARNES ; BUCKY 

neighbors | the reader misses the handsome face next door.

not my captain | america has a new captain, but he’s not yours.

lonely people | in which two introverts find love in their loneliness 

good for you | you’re a veteran neglected by your country, so is bucky. they say friendship comes through pain. 

beautiful and breathtaking | you and bucky, both damaged by the control of hydra, find love amongst your chaos. *

my hero | the reader tells bucky what he needs to hear and what he never expected.

j b b | bucky’s lover has a constant reminder of their love for him 

hands | bucky is obsessed with his lovers hands. *+

need you | bucky just needs to feel his lover. 

finish the story | reader encourages bucky to tell a story and he doesn’t get to finish. 

bucky barnes being in love with you  +

things bucky barnes would do to say ‘i love you’ without actually saying it. *

first date with bucky barnes

keep ‘em safe | bucky trusts his lover with his dog tags.

call me | bucky lets you know you can call him when you need him. *

always | it’s you and bucky. always. 

prom | bucky asks you to go to prom with you 

SAMUEL  THOMAS  WILSON ; SAM

bed? bed. | sam wilson won’t sleep until he knows his best girl is going to bed beside him.

make up | headcanon *

STEVEN  GRANT  ROGERS ; STEVE

breaking point | even the strongest of men meet their breaking point.

picture of you | you remind steve just how much he means to you through art.

lion boy, broken boy | steve never thought he’d have to face the trauma of his past, but he did. with you right beside him. *

walk w me? | quality time with his lover. steve loves moments like that.

missin’ you | rogers just misses his lover. 

all i got | steve is more than enough for you. 

the most beautiful work of art | you offer to be steve’s canvas for a day. *

so this is love | rogers keeps his promises.* 

happiest of birthdays to you | you get steve a thoughtful gift for his birthday. *

THOR  ODINSON ; THOR

from the sky | the god of thunder falls from the sky and ends up in arizona?

tattoos | thor is in awe of his lovers tattoos.  

ANTHONY  EDWARD  STARK ; TONY

school nights | tony’s lover lends him a helping hand. *

JOAQUIN  TORRES ; TORRES

anniversary love | joaquin would never dream of missing this moment with you. 

DRUIG

not you | druig may hate everyone else, but he could never hate you +

just for a kiss | druig forgot to kiss you good night. +

whatever you want | dru is your knight in a dark leather jacket. 

CLINTON  FRANCIS  BARTON ; CLINT 

too soon? | a pretty math teacher interrupts clint’s night alone. *

D R A B B L E S  &  H E A D C A N O N S 

beautiful boy | w/ steve rogers

i’m falling for you | w/ bucky barnes 

you’re cute | misc. 

i love you | misc. 

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o u t e r b a n k s

RAFE  CAMERON ; RAFE

lover, fighter | no one has ever fought for rafe cameron, not like you do. 

m i n i s e r i e s

evenings masterlist | they’ve both suffered from a broken heart, but maybe heartbreak brings the best people together. *

D R A B B L E S  &  H E A D C A N O N S 

the guys on obx and how they’d text you +

the guys on obx and how they’d text you (part two) 

the guys on obx and how they’d text you (part three) 

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v i k i n g s : v a l h a l l a

LEIF  ERIKSSON ; LEIF 

worry about you | you can’t help but worry about your favorite greenlander *

viking | you braid leif’s hair.*

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t o p g u n 

BRADLEY  BRADSHAW ; ROOSTER 

can i kiss you | lines are meant to be crossed, kissing you is one of them.

flustered and bothered | rooster can’t help being so attractive and you can’t help but to admire him. +

rooster being in love with you 

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t h e g r a y m a n

COURTLAND GENTRY ; SIERRA SIX

deserving | you think court deserves the world. 

all in | you suspect court has been lying about his line of work. he finally tells you the truth. 

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m i s c . 

SEBASTIAN STAN ; SEB

forelsket | in which two co-stars fall in love with the world watching. (social media au)

JOSEPH  DREW  STARKEY ; DREW

hometown lover | drew comes home to his lover 

jack frost | drew surprises you with his new hair color. *+

pleasant distractions | you’ve lost track of time and drew just wants to cuddle.

HARRY  EDWARD  STYLES ; HARRY 

can i? | you want to paint harry’s nails. 

all about you | h writes a song about you.

TIMOTHEE  HAL  CHALAMET ; TIM

my boy | you and tim on instagram live +

not your turn | 21 questions + first date = falling in love

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[melwilson]

missin you | rogers

hello?”

“hey, did i wake you?”

you rub your eyes, shifting to glance at the digital clock next to your bed. 3:07.

“maybe,” you answer honestly, “but it’s okay. i love talking to you.”

steve smiles softly on the other end. he can only imagine the ruffled sheets, the lines covering your arms, and your half-lidded eyes.

your voice flutters through the receiver again. “are you okay?”

“yeah, baby. just missin’ you. needed to hear your voice.”

it’s your turn to smile, a yawn escaping your lips afterwards. “i saw you yesterday, stevie.”

he scoffs. “so? i can’t miss my girl?”

“i never said all that,” you laugh softly. “and i miss you too, by the way. i always miss you.”

“yeah?”

you nod, though the blonde can’t see you. “yeah.”

“i have a debrief tomorrow morning. do you wanna grab lunch after?”

“you know i can’t turn that down.”

“how does one sound, i’ll pick you up.”

“perfect,” you sigh.

steve can’t keep the smile off his face. these little phone calls meant the world to him. “i love you, darlin.’ you know that?”

you hum. he never goes a day without telling you. “i know. i love you too.”

#steve rogers fluff #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers headcanon #steve rogers #chris evans #chris evans x reader #kinda short #i’m sorry #it’s still cute #melwilsonsofficialmasterlist #melwilsonsfics

[melwilson]

all i got

steve rogers x reader

“take your feet of the dash, rogers.”

the blonde scoffed, with a brief shake of his head before obeying. “you’re funny, ya’ know that.”

“so i’ve been told.”

the man hums, not being able to hold back the small smile on his lips. even while being on the run, you were still able to put a smile on his face.

steve had asked you (correction, begged you) to keep your freedom. stay home until this hell had blown over.

but after the accords, leaving him wasn’t an option.

unfortunately, you both are stubborn af, but you got your way.

which leads you to now.

it’s now your turn to drive for the next five or six hours to an unknown destination.

you glance over at steve before placing a hand on the back of his neck, fingers gently coming through his grown out hair.

he hums, head lolling to the side to look at you.

“you can go to sleep, babe,” you encourage. Lord knows he hasn’t slept in ages.

“why do that when i can spend all my time lookin’ at you?” all he wants to do is lean over the center console to kiss you, but he settles for taking your hand in his.

“always the charmer, huh?” you chuckle.

the now bearded man lets out an airy laugh. “only for you, baby.”

your smile falls and a deep sigh replaces it. the hills and miles of grass and wildflowers grow old quickly. you aren’t sure where you are, but you suppose that’s just your new normal.

however, you know that steve knows. and when you find a place to rest, he will find something to eat all while speaking to the locals in a language you don’t understand.

not once has he heard you grumble and complain about your situation because it truly doesn’t matter to you. you don’t miss home bc home is steve.

you are, however, worried about him. about nat. and sam. and clint. and scott. and wanda. your family.

they deserved the world, you thought, but were thrown in jail trying to protect it.

“whatcha’ thinking about?” steve asks, squeezing your hand.

you shrug. “us. your friends. like what if sam gets caught trying to meet us at the next checkpoint? what if ross finds bucky?” you sigh again. “i don’t know… i’ve got so many ‘what-ifs’ running through my mind right now.”

“you worry too much, darling,” steve murmurs.

you send him the smallest smile. “i can’t help it. you’re all i got.”

the blonde leans over the center console and dips his head down to pepper your neck and jaw with kisses. “we’re gonna be okay and our friends are gonna be okay too. i’m not gonna let anything happen to them or you. i promise.”

he sits back in his seat, fingers still intertwined with yours. “because like you said. you’re all i got and quite frankly, all i need.”

#steve rogers fluff #nomad steve #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers headcanon #nomad steve x reader #chris evans #chris evans x reader #marvel headcanons #marvel drabble #marvel fluff #captain america x reader #captain america #melwilsonsofficialmasterlist #melwilsonsfics

[melwilson]

anniversary love

jo <3

happy anniversary, lover ❤️ what a joy it is to love and be loved by you. i’m sorry i can’t be with you today. i’ll be home soon. i love you always.

you smile softly, rereading the text sent by your boyfriend of one year. even though he was in a completely different time zone, in a classified location half way around the world, he still found the time to make sure there were butterflies in your stomach and a sweet smile on your face.

you reply something equally as loving before throwing your legs over the king sized bed, feet hitting the cold hardwood floors. you shrug joaquin’s air force sweatshirt over your thin tee shirt while padding over to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth.

the apartment was quiet as you opened the refrigerator door. if joaquin wasn’t in bed with you, he’d be making breakfast with sports center playing softly throughout the living room.

you sigh heavily. you knew the importance of his job and sam tried his best to make sure jo would be free on your anniversary weekend, but secretary ross only rolled his eyes at the plea and told him that there would be many more to come. you didn’t want to be upset, but you didn’t want to celebrate alone or at all for that matter. you wanted joaquin.

he had tried to make you feel a tiny bit better by sending you some shopping money to treat yourself. the gesture was sweet, but joaquin’s time and attention was so much more valuable then what you could buy with his money.

as you begin to make yourself a cup of coffee, there’s a knock at the front door.

had you ordered something recently? no.

were you expecting someone? no.

you approach the door nervously and look through the peep hole.

“hi, mrs. torres?” the delivery man asks once you open the door.

you let out an airy laugh. “that’s me.”

“congratulations on the special occasion,” he says handing you the large bouquet of flowers.

“thank you so much. have a good day,” you reply gratefully.

“you too.”

you kick the door shut with your foot as you go to set down the heavy bouquet. you find your nose deep into the red, pink, and white roses before picking up your phone.

mrs. torres, huh? thank you for the flowers baby 💕

the day passes by. you decided to leave the house and go shopping as joaquin instructed to take your mind off his absence. though he wasn’t there, the day was as perfect as it could have been. the weather was beautiful, your shopping trip had been a success, and jo had dinner sent to the apartment from your favorite restaurant.

you were settled deep into the couch, glass of wine in one hand and remote in the other, when there was another knock on the door. you groaned not wanting to leave the comfort of the couch.

“coming!” you shout placing your half-full wine glass on the coffee table. your breath hitches in your throat when you open the door. “jo?”

he stands with that stupidly cute lopsided smile on his face, duffle bag sitting next to his feet. “hi baby.” he takes a step forward, arms looping around your waist.

“what are you doing here?” you ask in shock. you pull back taking the dark-haired man’s face in your hands.

joaquin laughs. “surprising you, duh.” he hasn’t shaved since he left, hair longer than before. there’s a bruise on his cheekbone and one on his jaw, but he’s still your joaquin. and he’s finally home. “are you suprised?”

it’s your turn to laugh as you loop your arms around his waist, face nuzzled in his neck. you pepper the skin with kisses before replying, “very surprised.”

the taller man kisses your forehead softly. “i missed you, mama.”

“not as much as i missed you,” you say. “i-“ you’re interrupted by the sound of footsteps trailing down the hallway. you pull away, taking jo’s hand in yours. “welcome home, amor.”

as soon as the door shuts, you’re back in joaquin’s arms, his lips brushing against your own, fingers tugging at your waist. “feliz aniversario, hermosa. por muchos años más contigo.”

you hum, “te amo por siempre, joaquin.”

“y te amo siempre, mrs. torres,” he mutters back.

he gently presses his lips to yours in a kiss so soft and sweet it nearly makes your knees buckle. you find your body molding into his, a groan rumbling in your throat as joaquin pulls away. he laughs at your pout pulling you toward the couch.

“what?” his voice deep and sultry. “you like that?”

he tugs on your hips until you’re straddling him on the couch. “you’re playing a dangerous game, torres.”

he leans up to kiss you again. “don’t act like you don’t love it.”

#joaquin torres #joaquin torres x reader #joaquin torres imagine #joaquin torres x you #tfatws #fatws #danny ramirez #the falcon x reader #marvel fluff #marvel imagine #marvel drabble #melwilsonsfavefics #melwilsonsmasterlist #melwilsonsfics

[melwilson]

evenings ; masterlist

r a f e c a m e r o n x r e a d e r

they’ve both suffered from a broken heart, but maybe heartbreak brings the best people together.

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“my heart talks about nothing but you.”

- albert camus

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warning ! mentions of breakups, anxiety, lack of love in the home, a couple of oblivious lovers

part one ; evening coffee | rafe is having a rough day and finds solace in the pretty girl who works at the cafe a few blocks from his apartment.

part two ; evening sunsets | you go to the beach with rafe as promised and you share your love for the sun, pretty skies, and each other’s company.

part three ; evening rain | rafe is away on vacation, but can’t stay away from you

part four ; moonless nights | you take a risk that surprises both you and rafe. leaving you disappointed and rafe confused.

part five ; new mornings | they’re figuring out how to love and they’ll face it head on if they’re together. 

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w a l k w me?

steve rogers x reader

steve was restless. his body was just itching to do something. 

he glances at the clock. it’s a little after one in the morning and usually at this time he’d be coming back from the gym.

but his body is tired and worn from the mission he just came back from. 

so going on a walk would have to suffice

he’s nearing the living area when he notices shadows dancing across the walls. 

you’re sitting on the couch, blanket thrown over you legs, eyes trained on the massive flat screen. 

you’re watching top gun, steve recognizes. you’ve seen that movie a thousand times, yet he can’t help but smile at how engaged you are. 

he loves that about you - your sense of childlike wonder. 

he pushes himself off the wall and sneaks around to the back of the couch

before he can even reach you, you’re turning around, gun in hand.

his eyes are wide as he lets out a surprised laugh and you huff placing the nine mm on the table beside you

“damn you, rogers.” 

“i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to scare you,” he apologizes softly. 

you glace at the clock. “what are you doing up?”

the blonde scoffs. “really?” 

steve rogers was either an insomniac or really good at being a night owl 

“what are you doing?” steve asks. 

you shrug. “can’t sleep.” 

“well, i’m going on a walk. you wanna come?” steve offers. 

you nod taking his outstretched hand. he smiles as you slip your feet into your crocs. 

honestly, he thinks they’re outrageously hideous. but everyone seems to have a pair, but him. including bucky. 

the two of you walk silently throughout the compound. it wasn’t until you got outside that you muttered, “i love the moon.” 

the blonde looks down at you and your eyes flicker to him and then back to the sky, a soft smile covering your features. 

he wants to say, ‘i love you.’ but he fears neither of you are ready for that yet, so he hums pulling you close. 

the two of you walk for almost an hour, steve placing soft kisses to your forehead every so often just to make sure you’re really there with him. 

he likes these moments with you. when it’s quiet and there’s minimal conversation and he can clear his mind. 

he likes that he can let his guard down around you. he can be steve. not the steve that gets called cap or captain all day long. 

he stops walking suddenly and pulls you into his arms, head buried into your neck and arms wrapped around your waist. 

he sighs in content and you mutter, “good?” 

“perfect.”

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new mornings

evening coffee ; part five

rafe cameron x reader

they’re figuring out how to love and they’ll face it head on if they’re together

it’s been almost two weeks, not that rafe’s been counting. (okay, he’s definitely been counting.) but in his defense, he’s confused. because it’s been exactly one week and four days since you were stood up and he knows you’ve been working. and you’ve been posting on your instagram story your time with your friends. you’ve been talking and interacting with all pretty much everyone.

everyone except for…rafe.

and he hates it. you’ve pushed him away. and he doesn’t even know why.

you haven’t answered his texts. his calls go straight to voicemail. and rafe is agitated because he hates conflict and he misses his best girl. so what does he do? he goes to your apartment.

you’re not working today. he saw one of your mutual friends, kiara’s, instagram story. you’d be back sooner or later.

he sits in front of your door for three hours. three whole hours before he hears you humming down the hallway. you stop in your tracks when you see him, eyes raking over rafe’s frame. he holds your gaze as he stands, hands stuffed into the pocket of his jeans.

“hey,” he mutters.

“hi,” you answer back nervously. your feet carry you towards him and once you’re in arms reach, he takes your shopping bags from your hands as you unlock the door. even though it hasn’t been that long, it feels weird having rafe in your space again. he sets the shopping bags down near your bedroom door before turning to you.

his face is serious, eyes searching your own. “you shut me out. why?”

you fidget under his gaze and hop onto the counter to distract yourself. “i know. don’t take it personal. i do it to everyone.”

rafe scoffs. “everyone except kiara, madison, cleo, emily, jj, pope, my own sister…should i go on?”

you sigh. “rafe-“

“no y/n. i thought that maybe you needed a little bit of space after what happened. and i get that,” rafe says, “but you don’t get to shut me out. not me. not after what we’ve been through.”

you would rather dig your own grave than look rafe in the eye. what are you supposed to say? ‘sorry, i shut you out. i’m just like kinda in love with you, but too scared to admit it because you’re too good for me and i’m not sure if you still need time to heal from your ex who broke up with you five months ago.’

goodness no.

you don’t really know what to say before rafe’s shoes come into view, his fingers grabbing your chin to lift your head up. you avoid his gaze, eyes fixated on the microwave behind his head and rafe sighs.

“look at me, y/n,” he pleads. “please.”

finally, your eyes meet his baby blues and his shoulders relax. you allow him to take your hands in his own and he says softly, “talk to me. i miss you.”

“i miss you too.”

rafe hums, happy to hear a full sentence from you. “yeah?”

you nod knowing what he was really asking. then why did you shut me out? “i don’t know why i did it. it was just easier, i guess.”

the blonde quirks a brow. “easier than?”

now or nothing. “easier than me admitting that i think i like you a lot. as in more than a friend.”

rafe squints at you. and then his eyes widen. “oh.”

you stop playing with staple gold ring and look up at him. “oh?”

he blinks and then shakes his head. “no…not ‘oh.’ i just um- you like me?”

“i feel like i shouldn’t have said anything,” you say shakily pulling your hands away.

rafe isn’t sure what to say, but his actions have always spoken louder than words.

so he kisses you.

his hands are tugging at your hips and for a moment you’re in complete and utter shock, but then reality sets in and you’re moving your lips with his. you groan as what was a gentle, sweet kiss turns passionate and needy. your hands are running down rafe’s chest and he’s pulling you impossibly close and in that moment, he feels everything love is and is supposed to be.

you let out a whimper when rafe pulls away, chest rising and falling quickly between your fingertips. you don’t let him get far before you’re pressing drawn out pecks to his lips.

“can’t get enough of me, huh?” rafe murmurs and you can feel his smile.

the roll of your eyes doesn’t go unnoticed and rafe is softly pressing his lips to yours again. “you taste like home.”

his heart flutters. “and you taste like strawberries.”

you laugh. a sound that makes rafe weak in the knees. “thank you.”

he hums, adoration lingering in his blue eyes. “i love you.” he says it before he can take it back, not that he wants to. he’s sure he knew he would fall in love the day he walked into the coffee shop.

“i love you too, cameron.”

he leans down to kiss you again before wrapping his arms around you. you both have a lot to learn about this whole ‘love’ thing. neither of you had been loved very well before you met each other. and that’s okay. because even loving someone takes practice. and you’re both more than willing to work at it.

the morning seems to fade away as you stay wrapped up and consumed with each other. the sun shines a little brighter, the birds chirp a little louder, and the evening draws closer.

evenings have been good to you.

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moonless nights

evening coffee ; part four

rafe cameron x reader

you take a risk that surprises both you and rafe. leaving you disappointed and rafe confused.

a knock on your apartment door startles you as you glance down at your watch.

5:30.

you pad over to the door and crack it open and a smile tugs at your lips as you open the door wider allowing rafe to step through.

“cameron,” you greeted.

“l/n,” he says.

you shut the door and he follows you to your room. your bed is covered with various clothing items and he raises a curious eyebrow as you sit down at your vanity and pick up what he assumes is mascara.

his blue eyes bore into you and after a few moments you meet his gaze in the mirror. “yes?”

“we going out tonight?” rafe asks.

you sighed mentally. you had hoped that rafe would be busy tonight. he had been helping out his dad at his office lately which meant that you weren’t spending as much time together. he had hoped to surprise you and maybe some order takeout and rent a movie.

“i am going out tonight,” you replied nervously. “i’m actually going on a date.”

rafe stiffened. “oh.” the way he tenses tells it all, though he tries to recover. he knows it’s been a long time since you put yourself out there and he wants to be happy for you, but he can’t will himself to be.

he’s jealous?

no…

yes. he’s jealous.

“who are you going with?” rafe asks. there’s a strain in his voice and his gaze meets the floor.

“this guy named caleb,” you reply slowly. “i met him while you were in italy. he’s nice.”

rafe hums.

you notice his change in demeanor and you suddenly feel guilty. it’s not like you two were dating, but most would probably assume you were something. you had been connected at the hip since the day you’d met and the amount of times someone had said, ‘you guys make such a cute couple’ had been at least seven- you stopped counting after that.

rafe meant a lot to you. you both knew that, but you weren’t anything more than best friends. and it was time to step out and allow yourself to date again. you we’re hoping rafe would be happy for you. but by the look on his face, you couldn’t quite tell.

“i thought friday’s were our night to hang?” rafe asks. his voice was sharp and your eyes flicker to him as you put away your makeup.

“i honestly thought you were busy,” you say honestly.

rafe runs a hand through his hair. “when have i ever been too busy for you?”

well, damn.

you suck in a deep breath. if you didn’t feel guilty before, you definitely did now. you open your mouth to respond but the ding of your phone interrupts you.

can’t wait to see you tn

you sight as you stand up, grab your jacket and purse before walking over to rafe. “i’ll talk to you later. you can stay as long as you want.” you kiss his cheek softly before leaving.

-

“can i get you anything to drink?” you waitress asks. her blonde hair is pulled away from her face and her eyes are kind.

you swallow. “um, a water with lemon please.”

the waiter, a lady probably in her mid-thirties, nods with a smile. “and would you like to order now or do you need more time?”

“i’m actually waiting on someone,” you reply. your eyes drift to the clock on the wall. 6:15. caleb was supposed to meet you at the small restaurant at six and by his text, he was eager to see you. so you shrugged off his untimeliness.

five minutes later you waiter, kelly, comes back with your water. “ready to order or should we wait a little longer?”

you chew on your bottom lip. “um, just a few more minutes.”

ten minutes. kelly returns.

“alright sweetheart,” she mutters. “we’re gonna make you something on the house. whatever you want.”

you send her a sad smile. “i’ll just take the chicken tenders.”

kelly chuckles. “we’re on it.” she places a hand on your shoulder. “i’m so sorry, honey.”

you look up at her and shrug. “it wasn’t meant to be, i guess.”

“is there anyone you can call to get a ride?”

you groan and mentally curse yourself for getting an uber. “yeah, there is.”

rafe was still sitting on your couch when you text him.

bubs <3

hey, i’m sorry to be a bother…can you come pick me up?

the air inside the car was tense. you were more embarrassed than anything, rafe was confused. but more-so, he was pissed that caleb stood you up. you didn’t deserve that.

“i’m sorry he stood you up,” rafe muttered, eyes flickering to you, worry laced in his baby blues.

“don’t apologize for something out of your control.” the hurt in your voice is evident.

“he left the most beautiful girl in the world sitting in the middle of a busy restaurant while he was off doing whatever he decided was better than being with you,” rafe argues. “how come you can’t realize how special you are? you’re worth so much more than a -“

“rafe,” your voice breaks. “it’s okay. i’m okay.”

he thinks about pulling over because he knows you’re about to cry. “you’re not okay.” in less than a minute, he’s pulling into the parking lot of your apartment building. he shuts off the engine and gets out. you can’t will yourself to look at him when he opens your door, but then he reaches across your waist to undo your seatbelt, and then he takes your hands and pulls you up wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

slow tears roll down your cheeks and you’re not sure why. it’s not the first time you’ve been stood up. this time feels different though. why? you can’t put your finger on it.

you sniffle, hands gripping onto rafe’s tee shirt, his chin resting atop your head.

he’s warm and one hand is rubbing the length of your back and you’re saying it before you can stop, “no one’s ever done this for me before. thank you.”

a frown tugs at rafe’s lips. that statement alone makes him upset because you, with the sweetest soul, have been hurt so much. and what makes things worse is that you’re really good at hiding it. he kisses the crown of your head, eyes flickering up to the sky before squeezing you tighter.

the moon wasn’t out tonight.

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s c h o o l n i g h t s

teacher!tony x reader

the door shuts quietly just as five-thirty hits the clock. 

soft footsteps can be heard as tony enters the living room. he finds you curled up on the couch, a book by your favorite author in one hand and a cup of tea in the other. 

you smile when he comes into view, a tired smile on his face. 

“hi love,” you greet softly. 

“hey honey,” tony says, sitting on the edge of the couch. he leans over your book to press a kiss to your lips. 

it’s soft and sweet like always. 

when you pull away, you notice how tired he looks and the large stack of papers that now sit on your coffee table. 

“how was school?” you asks setting down your mug and novel to give tony your full attention. 

“good,” tony says honestly, “we had labs today. they did good.”

you hum, kissing his temple. “you look exhausted. go shower and lay down until dinner gets here.” 

“i have papers to grade, baby.”

you roll your eyes pulling the science teacher off the couch. “i know.” 

he tries to pull away from your grasp, but you send him that look. the look that tells him he should do whatever you told him to do. 

sighing, he leans down to kiss you again. “i love you.” 

“i love you too.” 

once you’re sure tony is in the shower, you take the stack of papers and go sit at the kitchen counter. 

the answer key is sitting on top, tony’s messing handwriting scribbled around in green ink. 

picking up a pen, you get to work grading a few papers at a time. 

you include a smiley face at the corner of the paper like you know tony does. some papers have ‘good job’ scribbled in your handwriting next to their score. 

thirty minutes later, tony hears you humming to the music you have going through the speakers. he rounds the corner to enter the kitchen, but stops when he sees you. 

you’re about a third of the way through the stack, trading the advanced biology assignments for the anatomy tests. 

too good to me, tony thinks to himself before making his presence known. 

“these kids are pretty smart,” you mutter, tony’s arms wrapping your waist from behind. “they must have a really good teacher.” 

tony hums. “you think?” 

you nodded as his lips come in contact with your shoulder. “yeah, i heard he’s basically a genius, kinda sophisticated, very attractive.” 

“don’t forget his extremely helpful and annoyingly sexy wife,” tony mumbles in between peppering kisses to your exposed skin. 

you laugh lightly setting down your pen. “can’t forget about her.” 

“thank you for doing this,” tony says gratefully. “can i join you?” 

you hand him a pen, but not before stealing a kiss. “get to work, stark or i might just take your job.”

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finished the ‘evenings’ miniseries. please go check it out. it’s the first series i’ve ever finished lol. thank you for all the support :)

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