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[starryevermore]

🥃 “I know you’re tired, but you have to stay awake.” and natasha romanoff

keep your eyes open ✧ natasha romanoff

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request: 🥃 “I know you’re tired, but you have to stay awake.” and natasha romanoff - annab-nana

pairing: natasha romanoff x fem!reader

word count: 269

warnings?: pet name (sweetie), not proofread

“C’mon, sweetie, you have to keep your eyes open,” Nat said, cradling your head in her hands. Your head rested in her lap, your eyes slowly blinking as you tried to stay awake. The Helicarrier tremored slightly as Steve flew it through the sky. Somewhere, Bucky and Sam were bickering about Redwing, the conversation occasionally pausing as you assumed they looked your way. “I know you’re tired, but you have to stay awake. I know it’s hard, but you gotta keep those pretty eyes open.”

“But I’m sleepy,” you whined. 

“You’re concussed,” she corrected. “Remember? You hit your head?”

“I didn’t hit my head,” you mumbled. “One of those goons hit my head. Which was really rude, ‘cause now I’m left with the ouchie.”

“I think they have the bigger ouchie,” Steve said from the pilot’s seat. 

“Huh?”

“Nat went into crazy killer mode,” Sam said. “Was almost sure she was gonna kill us next if we didn’t get out her way.”

“Note to self: If you want a mission done quick, have Y/N injured so Nat loses it,” Bucky chimed in.

Nat’s lip curled as she looked at Bucky. “If you ever think of intentionally putting her in harm's way, you’ll be lucky if all you get is a concussion.”

Bucky raised his hands, turning back to Sam, choosing to go back to the great Redwing debate. 

“Can we get pancakes when we get back to the Compound?” you asked. 

“After you go to the doctor and get checked out for any other injuries, we can do whatever you want.”

“Mm…How we feeling about world domination?”

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[rebelemilu]

🥁 ❌ ♦️

🥁: do you play an instrument?

no but i tried to learn the guitar but it never worked.

❌: what’s an unpopular opinion you have?

i don’t know what that won’t make people mad at me :/ but i’ll say older country music is better than new country.

♦️: what’s your favorite game?

i was really into gta v for a little bit then i also love the batman games (arkham asylum, arkham city)

#ask games #asks #starrysleepover

[starryevermore]

the best for you ✧ marc spector & nathan bateman

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request: Heyyy. In "best for him" could you do another part or a little drabble (no pressure obviously) like they met again somehow maybe reader was in danger or maybe Marc and Layla were walking together and somehow they make eye contact, just a fleeting moment between them or Marc/reader has been miserable and the other person got over the heartbreak. It’s totally up to you thank youu - anon

pairing: marc spector x fem!reader; nathan bateman x fem!reader; marc spector x layla el-faouly

summary: things have changed, and now you’ve moved on. it’s for the best. 

word count: 1,764

warnings?: a lil angsty, not proofread

THE BEST FOR HIM (PART 1)

Layla had asked to go to the beach. They had been working together for quite some time, a romance quickly blossoming between the two of them. Marc tried to not let the guilt eat at him. But it had just sort of happened. He never planned for it to. He never wanted to be with anyone else besides you. But she was there, and she was kind. She cared about him. It wasn’t the same as being with you, it was different. Not better, not worse. Just different. And Marc didn’t want to make the same mistakes with Layla as he had done with you. He couldn’t handle losing another love. So, if Layla wanted to go to the beach, he would make it happen. 

They were walking down the water, hands joined together, both carrying their shoes in their free hand. Layla had said something about it being nice to feel the sand between her toes, the waves tickling at their ankles as the water came in and went out. Marc didn’t care, but he wanted to make her happy. 

He hadn’t made you happy. He had hurt you. And he had lost you. 

“I’m glad we took this break,” Layla said, leaning her head against Marc’s arm. “You’re always so tense nowadays. It’s nice to see you relaxed.”

“Me too,” Marc said. 

“Still a man of many words,” she teased, bumping her hip with his. “So, I was thinking, after we get done here, we go down to this bookshop close by? It’s supposed to have some really hard to find books that I’ve been looking for.”

“Sure. Sounds fun.”

Just as Layla was about to say something else, Marc stopped dead in his tracks. Oh, he wasn’t expecting this. He wasn’t expecting this at all. 

“What’s wrong?” Layla asked. 

Marc looked away, trying to pretend he didn’t see what he saw. But, he did. And he couldn’t ignore it. “Do you remember the girlfriend I had before you? Y/N?”

“Yeah, why?” Layla paused, realizing what had spooked him. “She’s here. Isn’t she?”

“Over under the big yellow umbrella, in the pink bathing suit,” Marc said. “I-I never thought I would see her again. I hope she’s okay. Happy.”

Layla searched his eyes, trying to find something. Then, she said, “You can go talk to her if you want. If it will bring you peace of mind. I know how much you love her still, even if you pretend like you don’t think about her.”

“Layla—”

“It’s okay. She was your first love. She was there for you for so much. And with how things ended, I understand why you still care for her.” She nudged him in your direction. “Go ahead. I’m going to look for some sea shells, okay? Come find me when you’re done.”

Layla let go of his hand, walking off to find some sea shells, leaving Marc alone to sort out what he wanted to do. What he wanted to say, if he said anything at all. He wanted to run away, to leave and forget that he saw you. But…He couldn’t let this opportunity pass itself by. He didn’t know if he would ever get the opportunity to see you again. 

So, he swallowed his doubts and walked up to you. 

You were reading a book, some sort of romance novel if he had to guess based off the cover. You almost didn’t notice him, until his body cast a shadow down on you. You looked up from the look, lifting your sunglasses from being perched on your nose to resting on top of your head. An eyebrow quirked. Your eyes looked him up and down. “Well,” you said, “never thought I’d see you again.”

He tried to ignore the near-venom in your voice. You used to always speak so sweetly to him. But those days were long gone. “I’m here with Layla,” he said. He wasn’t sure why he lead with that. “Um, and I saw you, and I just wanted to say hi.”

“Well, are you?”

“Excuse me?”

“Going to say hi. Because I’m really interested in my book, and I would like to get back to that. So, please, say your hi and then go on your merry little way.”

Ouch. That…That really hurt. That you would treat him with such hostility. He deserved it, definitely. He’d broken your heart. He didn’t deserve kindness, not from you. But…To be here, to hear you, to see how you looked at him, it felt like his heart was breaking all over again. 

“Hi,” he said. He cleared his throat, looking away. “I…I also wanted to see if you were okay. I-I know we didn’t end things under the best conditions and—”

Your eyes zeroed in on the gold band on his finger. “You got married?”

Marc swallowed hard. Shit. He forgot about the ring. “Uh, yeah. It wasn’t really planned. Just sorta happened.”

“Musta been quite the gal to convince you to settle down.”

Marc looked away. The guilt ate away at him, burrowing deep into his chest. When the two of you were together, Marc had been insistent that he would never marry. Didn’t see the point in it, he said. What was marriage but a piece of paper and some tax benefits? His love for you should’ve been enough. Early in the relationship, you had tried to persuade him otherwise, tell him all of the things that were great about being married. But he didn’t want to hear them. His mind was made up. So, he didn’t listen. 

And, really, truly, he hadn’t planned on marrying Layla. But he almost died—again. And Layla had been so distraught, nursing him back to health. When he regained his health, he decided he couldn’t just keep skirting around their relationship. At that point, they were a sort of friends with benefits. But now, she had been there for him, taken care of him—he wanted to marry her. 

So he did. And he didn’t think about how unfair that was to you until you were confronting him over it. 

“Yeah, uh, Layla’s great.”

“Layla? The one you were working with?” You hummed when he nodded. “She’s quite the lucky gal. Hope she knows that.”

“I’m the lucky one. To, to find love again after…I don’t deserve her. I didn’t deserve you, either.”

“No, you didn’t.” You set your book down after placing a bookmark in it. As you laid the book beside you, he, too, caught the glint of a gold band, coupled with a glittering diamond ring. “Though, I suppose I should thank you. I never would have met my husband if we hadn’t broken up.”

“Your husband.”

“Some men actually want to marry me. We’re actually on our honeymoon.”

“It’s not that I didn’t want to marry you, I just—”

“Who the fuck are you?”

Marc looked behind you as a man approached the two of you. He stood just an inch, maybe two, shorter than Marc. He had a shaved head, a full beard, and nerdy-looking glasses…And he was Nathan fucking Bateman, the CEO of Blue Book. 

“Hi, honey,” you said, smiling at Nathan as he handed you a margarita. Nathan leaned down, pressing a kiss to your lips, but kept his eyes on Marc. “Marc was just about to leave.”

“Marc,” Nathan repeated. 

“Mhm. He’s here with his wife. Just wanted to stop and say hello. Now he’s leaving.” You looked back at Marc, raising a brow, as if you were daring him to challenge you. 

“You married a fucking CEO?” Marc asked. He couldn’t wrap his head around this. He had always figured you would move on but…Marrying a billionaire was far from the life he thought you would have.  

“Like I said, some men actually want to marry me. And some men don’t know what they had until it’s gone.”

“Y/N—”

“She won’t outright say it, but I will,” Nathan interrupted. “Leave us, leave her, alone. We’re on our fucking honeymoon, and we don’t need you ruining our trip. Alright? So run back to your wife. We’re done here.”

Marc looked back at Layla, who was examining a scallop shell that she had found. He should be happy with her. He really should. But when he looked back at you, all he could think of was everything that he had missed out on. But you weren’t his anymore, and he would never get to experience life with you again. So, he swallowed what was left of his pride and said, “Don’t break her heart like I did.”

“You’re not exactly in the best position to be giving relationship advice, are you?” Natan said. 

“Can you just promise me you won’t hurt her? Just give me that, and I’ll be out of her life for good.”

“I promise. Now get the fuck out of here.”

Marc spared one more glance to you, muttering another “I’m so sorry”, before turning and rejoining Layla. 

Layla smiled when she saw him, lifting her hand to show off the sea shells she had found. 

“Those look great,” Marc said. “Great finds.”

“Thank you. You were over there a while,” Layla said. “Everything okay?”

Marc tried to not let the tears prick at his eyes, but it amounted to nothing. They were still there, threatening to spill over. “She moved on. Got married. Couldn’t stand the sight of me.”

“Was she happy?”

Marc nodded. “I think so. Until I showed up, I guess. She, uh, found out we were married, and I think I hurt her all over again. I-I always told her I wasn’t the marrying type, so I guess she thinks I never wanted to marry her.” He shook his head, trying to forget about it all. “Her, uh, husband seems to be good for her, though. Seems to love her, makes her happy. Which is all I can ask for her. I only want the best for her.”

“I’m sure she knows that,” Layla said. “C’mon, let’s get out of here.”

Marc took Layla’s hand again, letting her lead him off the beach, passing you by again as they left. You didn’t even lift your head as he walked by, instead laughing at something Nathan was saying. He couldn’t remember the last time you looked so carefree, so happy. And it hurt that he wasn’t the person making you so happy. 

But he wasn’t the best for you. Not anymore. 

And he now had to live with that. 

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[starryevermore]

Congratulations on the 4K sugar!! So so happy for you!! I'd like to request for a 🥃 + "Is that my shirt?" "You mean our shirt?" + Bucky Barnes please? (And if it's not too much trouble, how about adding ABO dynamics to the mix?) Hope you have fun with it!! Thank you 💛🌌

your favorite things ✧ bucky barnes

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request: Congratulations on the 4K sugar!! So so happy for you!! I'd like to request for a 🥃 + "Is that my shirt?" "You mean our shirt?" + Bucky Barnes please? (And if it's not too much trouble, how about adding ABO dynamics to the mix?) Hope you have fun with it!! Thank you 💛🌌- that-damn-girl

pairing: alpha!bucky barnes x omega!fem!reader 

word count: 323

warnings?: a/b/o dynamics, fluff, not proofread

Bucky leaned against the door frame, watching as you flitted around the room. You were nesting, picking out the perfect pillows and blankets and pieces of clothing to add. You took the task very seriously, just like the good little omega you were. He had been watching you for a good fifteen minutes, returning home from work to find you running up to the bedroom with a bundle of blankets in your arms. 

Finally, you turned to him, a hopeful look on your face as you asked, “Do you like it?”

“I would like any nest you make, omega,” Bucky said. He stepped out of the doorway, walking closer to you, His hands rested on your hips, tugging your body close to his. “But this one? I love it.”

You let out a happy chirp at his praise, resting your head on his chest, nuzzling your head, snaking your arms around his waist. “I’m glad you like it, alpha.”

“Love it,” he corrected. “Can I look at it?”

You nodded, unwinding yourself from him, watching as he took a step towards your nest, peering at your creation. You waited with bated breath, needing so desperately to hear your mate’s praise.

Bucky turned, a smile curled on his face as he pointed to a shirt in the nest. “Is that my shirt? My favorite shirt?”

Your face felt like it was on fire as he looked at you. “You mean our shirt?” you said. “Our favorite shirt?”

Bucky walked back up to you, pulling you in his arms. “I’m glad you love it enough to add it to your nest. Love that you use my—our—things in your nest.”

“It’s not finished yet, though,” you said. 

“Oh? Need me to get you something?”

“Mhm. Need you to get your booty in the nest, then it’ll be perfect.”

Bucky laughed, the low sound rumbling in his chest. “Anything for you, omega. Anything for you.”

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[starryevermore]

🥃 A leaves baked goods for B anonymously, but B already knows that it’s A. with wanda maximoff

her secret admirer ✧ wanda maximoff

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request: 🥃 A leaves baked goods for B anonymously, but B already knows that it’s A. with wanda maximoff - annab-nana

pairing: wanda maximoff x fem!reader

word count: 319

warnings?: fluff, not proofread. 

Wanda watched as you flit around the compound’s kitchen, pulling out bowls and measuring cups and the various ingredients you needed. She could practically smell the sweet aroma of your cookies, even if you hadn’t even begun mixing up the batter, much less transferring it to the oven. And, oh, she was sure that they would taste just as delicious. They always did.

For the last month, you had been dropping off a tupperware full of cookies with a note saying “for an angel, xoxo your secret admirer” outside her bedroom door. You’d set them down, knock on the door, then take off down the hall, just barely ducking into your room before she would come out. And she would take the cookies, eat them, and return the tupperware to the floor outside her door with a note thanking her secret admirer for the baked goods. 

She had known it was you from the moment she got the first batch of cookies. You were one of the few members of the team who even knew how to use the kitchen. Between you, Sam, Nat, and Bucky, it was quite easy to narrow things down. Sam tended to favor savory foods. Bucky exclusively cooked out of cookbook from the 20’s. Nat was an amazing cook, but suffered in terms of baked goods. You were the only option left, and the only option she wanted. 

Wanda wondered how long it take for you to work up the courage to say something. For such a badass hero, you were so shy when you were at home. It was cute, endearing. It made Wanda wonder what you’d be like when you open up.

But she wouldn’t push you. So, for now, she returned to her room, knowing that within a few hours, there would be cookies outside her door. And, some day, hopefully soon, you would be waiting on the other side. 

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[starryevermore]

✨ + “You can be angry at me all you want. I'm doing this to protect you”

With Poe Dameron pls

following orders ✧ poe dameron

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request: ✨✨ + “You can be angry at me all you want. I'm doing this to protect you” With Poe Dameron pls  - @tumblin-theworldaway

pairing: poe dameron x fem!reader

word count: 472

warnings?: light angst, fluff, not proofread

“Why the hell would you do that!?” you snapped, narrowing your eyes at him.

“I was following orders.” His tone was clipped, as he was trying his damned hardest to keep his emotions at bay. He wouldn’t look directly at you, his gaze trained to the space just beyond you. Perhaps if he looked at you, his hardened shell would crack. Perhaps if he looked at you, he would crumble.

“Right. Because you’re so well known for following orders,” you scoffed. “After all, you didn’t get demoted because you disobeyed direct orders. That must have been another pilot I’m thinking of. ‘Cause it surely isn’t you! I actually like that other pilot! The one standing in front of me? I don’t know him, and I don’t really care to know him.”

Poe tilted his head back, looking up at the ceiling, his eyes falling shut. “Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what? Tell you how stupid you were being?!” You jabbed your finger at his chest, your voice a near growl. “I can take care of myself. I know that, and I know that you know that. So I don’t understand why you’re doing all this, acting like I’m some damsel in distress, but it better stop today! Understand!?”

You started to walk past him, your shoulder hitting his. Maker, all you wanted to do was crash in your bunk, pretend that this day from hell hadn’t happened. But then you felt warm fingers wrap around your wrist, tugging you to a stop. You stood there, staring down the hall, refusing to turn around. You couldn’t look at him. If you looked at him, you would crumble. 

“You can be angry at me all you want. I’m doing this to protect you.” His voice was soft, you almost turned around. But you needed to stand your ground. You would not crack. “I know you can take care yourself. I know that better than anyone. But this…This time was different. I almost lost you, Y/N. And I don’t want to think about what will become of me if I lost you.”

“You’d move on. You’d have to,” you said. “The Resistance would need you to move on.”

“I wouldn’t want to.”

“You can’t say things like that, Poe. You’re going to make me think you care.”

“What if I did?”

“Did what?”

“Care. What if I cared?” Poe circled around you, standing in front of you now. “Because I do. I care more than I could ever describe.”

“…then I would say that we need to talk about this,” you said. “Because I care about you, too. But first…Let’s find something to eat.”

His mouth quirked up to a smile. “It’s a date.”

“Mm, not yet pretty boy,” you said, laughing quietly. “Gotta make you work a little harder for that.”

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[starryevermore]

🥃 “You don’t have to hide your tears from me.” + steve rogers

no tears left to cry ✧ steve rogers

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request: 🥃 “You don’t have to hide your tears from me.” + steve rogers - annab-nana

pairing: steve rogers x fem!reader

word count: 307

warnings?: light angst, fluff, not proofread

You were used to not showing your emotions. As a trained spy, it was quite literally a matter of life and death if you dared to drop your emotionless façade. You avoided quirks of your lip, wrinkles of your nose, crinkles of your eyes. You could even avoid flashes of anger or hurt in your eyes. That, of course, didn’t mean that you particularly enjoyed hiding your emotions. But…well, it was all you knew. 

Being with Steve, though…Well, he started to chip away at your walls. Being with him, it made you more comfortable with expressing your emotions around him. You let love flood in your eyes. You allowed a smile to grace your face. You didn’t suppress your laughter. 

But this…He couldn’t see this. Steve couldn’t see this, the tears rolling down your cheeks, the sobs wracking your body. It would only hurt him to see you like this. You couldn’t hurt Steve. You just couldn’t. And yet…He found you anyways. 

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, kneeling in front of where you sat on the bathroom floor. He collected you in his arms, pulling you into his lap, holding you tightly. “What’s the matter? You can tell me.”

“No, no, you can’t see me like this!” you said, trying to wiggle your way out of his arms. 

“Y/N…You don’t have to hide your tears from me. You don’t have to hide anything from me,” he said, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “Please, let me help you.”

“I-I just need to cry,“ you said. “Please, don’t make a big deal out of this.”

“Okay,” he said, “as long as you let me hold you.”

And so you sat there, on the bathroom floor, crying your eyes out, until there were no tears left to cry. 

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[starryevermore]

the best for him ✧ marc spector

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request: ✨ + 41. Did you always know that you are going to leave? & 46. I'm not good enough for you, aren't I?  with Marc Spector please! It's from the darkloadofthesimp prompt list. Like the reader found out that marc is leaving her because she found out about layla or something   idk if its allowed to ask for one shot/fic/blurb containing two prompts, but if its not, then you can pick anything out of the two 🏼 so excited for your sleepover event!! 💥🏼 Love your blog babes ❤️ - @jakelcckley

pairing: marc spector x fem!reader

summary: things have changed, and you must let him go. it's for the best. 

word count: 1,038

warnings?: angst, break up, not proofread

THE BEST FOR YOU (PART 2)

Marc was different. He had been different for some time now. You had been blaming it on Khonshu, the god who had saved his life at the cost of Marc having to serve him. Now, Marc was having to fight Khonshu’s fights, being dragged across the world, coming back to you more battered and bruised than you had ever seen him before. He was constantly exhausted, collapsing on the bed when he finally got home. You almost never saw him anymore. It almost felt like you were more like strangers than a couple these days. 

It weighed heavily on your heart. You had thought that you and Marc would be together forever. Perhaps never married, you weren’t sure Marc was the marrying type. But you always thought it would be the two of you. Now though…You weren’t so sure. 

And, as you saw notification after notification from a woman named Layla pop up on his phone, you began to realize why he might not be as close to you as before. The messages coming through were innocent, but…When you saw the smiley face emoji beside her name, knowing that Marc was never the type of person to use emojis at all, it left you with a sinking feeling in your stomach. 

“What’s on your mind?” Marc asked. No term of endearment. No baby. Not even a hint of love in his voice. Maybe you were strangers now. 

You looked up at him. Water dripped from his hair—had he taken a shower? He used to always invite you to take a shower with him, even if you didn’t always agree. He loved to wiggle his eyebrows at you, tug you close to him, whisper in your ear that it was very important to save water. 

Clearing your throat, you glanced back at the phone, raising it for him to see. Your heart sunk a little when some of the color drained from his face. “Someone named Layla was texting you. I was about to find you to let you know, seemed important.”

“Oh.” He held the phone tightly when you handed it to him. “We’ve started working together. She…Her father was one of the people who I…It’s—”

“Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to explain anything to me,” you said. Except, you kind of wanted him to continue. To confirm your suspicions. You knew Marc would be the type to cheat, at least not physically, but you could tell his heart no longer lied with you. 

“Nothing’s going on between me and Layla.”

“I never said there was.” You glanced back down at your lap. “But, I do have a question for you.”

Marc gave a curt nod. “Shoot.”

“I’m not good enough for you, aren’t I? Not anymore, anyways.”

When you glanced back up, he was staring down at his feet. And that was all you needed to know. 

“It’s okay. I kind of saw this coming, if I’m being honest.” You rose to your feet, stepping closer to him. You took his face in your hands, lifting his head so he would look at you. “I mean, it does still hurt. But, I can’t make you stay somewhere that doesn’t make you happy.”

“You used to make me happy. I used to only feel happy when I was with you,” Marc said. It was hard to look into his tear-filled eyes, but you did. You knew you would probably never look into them again. “It’s just…”

“You don’t have to explain. Really, I mean it. Some people just grow apart. That’s life. I won’t fault you for that, because neither of us are at fault.”

Marc shook his head, a tear slipping down his cheek. “We didn’t drift apart, though,” he said. And you knew that was true. You just hated for him to feel bad. You hated for him to feel guilty. Even as he had been breaking your heart, you didn’t want to break his. “I pushed you away. I’ve been pushing you away for a long time. I-I never wanted you to be hurt, and I knew that being Khonshu’s avatar—”

“It’s okay, hon—Marc. It really is. I—” But you couldn’t keep lying anymore. Not to yourself, and not to him. Shaking your head, you asked, “Did you know? Did you always know that you were going to leave?”

“I never wanted to leave you,” Marc said. “But so much has happened. So much has changed. And I can’t let you get hurt.”

And you hated yourself as you asked, “But, you can let Layla get hurt?”

“Layla can take care of herself.”

You tried to ignore the edge in his voice. The sort of protectiveness he used to hold towards you. “And I can’t.”

“It’s not—”

“That’s alright. I mean, it’s not a lie. I’d probably break all of the bones in my hand if I threw a punch. I’d sooner drop a gun before I could shoot it. If Layla’s working with you, clearly she can fight. She’s not someone you have to look after, to protect. She’s capable where I’m not. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought it up. She doesn’t have anything to do with this.” You cleared your throat again. “I’m sorry things are ending like this. I’ll just get my things and go.”

“Y/N, you don’t have to leave—”

“It’s your place. Your name on the lease. If anyone should leave, it’s me.” You took a step back, letting go of him. You turned to find your bag, grabbing some of the things you had strewn about up. “I will miss you, you know.”

“I’ll miss you, too.” Marc said. He sniffled slightly. “And I love you. I’ll always love you.”

You paused for a moment. “You don’t have to. Love me always, I mean.”

“I know, but I will.”

You didn’t say anything more, not wanting to argue anymore. And neither did Marc. By the time you finished shoving your belongings into a bag, he was gone. Sighing, you left the apartment, hoping that he would be okay. Because, even if Marc broke your heart, you still only wanted the best for him. 

You never saw him again. 

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[starryevermore]

🥃 “We’ve been by each other’s sides for years, you think I’m gonna leave now?” with bucky barnes

his fears ✧ bucky barnes

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pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

word count: 450

warnings?: light angst, fluff, not proofread

Bucky expected people to leave him. He…didn’t always used to be that way. Back, years ago, when Steve was first trying to help him, he understood there were people who wanted to help, but he couldn’t stop himself from pushing them away. He felt damaged, like broken goods, and he didn’t want anyone to get cut by his shattered pieces. Steve pushed through that, though. He wanted to help. And he did. 

But then Steve left. Decided that Bucky wasn’t worth it or something. Not that Steve said that—he said something about wanting to be with Peggy, something about the life he missed out on because of him being trapped in the ice. He left. He went back to a time where Bucky couldn’t be a part of his life because Bucky was being tortured and manipulated and brainwashed. He…got tired of Bucky. 

Now, Bucky was always waiting for the other shoe to drop. He pushed away Sam, who was also grieving the loss of his friend. He pushed away the other Avengers. He pushed away anyone he wasn’t forced to be in contact with and even then…He kept everyone at arm’s length. He didn’t want to be hurt like this again. 

And then you came along. You, who respected his boundaries while gently pushing him out of his comfort zone. You, who made him laugh so hard his belly hurt. You, who helped remind him what it was like to be happy. He hadn’t been really, truly, happy in so long. 

That’s what scared him the most. Even after years had passed with you by his side, first as his friend and then as his girlfriend, he still feared the day you would come to your senses and he would lose you, too. 

Especially now, in moments like this, when he was coming down from the terror of a nightmare, covered in sweat, ears ringing, taking in the concerned look on your face. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. His voice was hoarse, his throat hurt. He wondered how long he screamed until he woke up. “If you want to leave…”

“How many times do I have to tell you, Bucky?” you asked. “We’ve been by each other’s sides for years, you think I’m gonna leave now? I love you. And I don’t say that lightly.”

Bucky rested his head on your chest, letting you comb your fingers through his hair. Quietly, he mumbled, “I’m scared.”

“I know. But, believe me, I don’t want to leave you. And I won’t. I love you too much to go.”

“I love you, too.”

And, for a moment, as he laid in your arms, he understood what peace felt like.

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[starryevermore]

🥃 "Wake up. You have to wake up. Please. For me." natasha romanoff

a piece of her ✧ natasha romanoff

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pairing: natasha romanoff x fem!reader

word count: 484

warnings?: angst, major character death, pet name (sweetie), not proofread

Nat’s heart dropped when she saw you lying there, body half-hidden under a pile of rubble. No, no, no. She couldn’t lose you. Not you. She’s already lost so many people. How could God or fate or destiny or whatever cosmic being that divined all that was and all there ever will be do this? How could another thing—the best thing—be taken from Nat? 

She was vaguely aware of the rest of the team behind her, watching as she fell to her knees, reaching out for you. She was scared to touch you. Would she make things worse? Would you lose any chance you had at survival if she touched you before the med team arrived? 

“Y/N…” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She felt something wet on her face. Was she crying? She raised her hand to wipe the tears away, but it seemed that acknowledging her tears only made them come harder. “Y/N? Can you wake up for me, sweetie?”

The heavy clunk of boots behind her told Nat that Steve had walked up to her. He knelt beside her, hand resting on her shoulder. “Nat, I don’t think—”

“She’s fine!” Nat protested, shaking off Steve’s hand. “She just…She needs to nap. She fought hard. She deserves a nap. B-But, we need to get out of here. We need to get to safety, and then she can nap—”

“I don’t think this is the kind of nap a person wakes up from—”

“NO! Don’t say that! Don’t fucking say that! She’s FINE! She…She just…” Nat sobbed, falling forward, hands covering her face. “I can’t lose her. I can’t lose her. She’s everything, she means everything to me! It wasn’t supposed to be like this!”

Someone else—Sam—came up on the other side of Nat, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her into a tight hug. “It’s okay. Let it out, Nat. Let it out.”

Nat hugged him tight, her tears drenching his suit. “I cant’t lose her. She’s not gone!”

“Shh, it’s okay, it’s okay,” Sam said, rubbing her back. 

“No, it’s not! I didn’t even get to tell her that I love her!”

“She loved you, too. She loved you so much,” Sam said. “And she knew you did. Believe me, she knew you loved her.”

But that wasn’t enough, knowing that you knew. Because now…the entire future Nat wanted with you was ripped from her. She would never get to ask you on a real date. She would never get to ask you to be hers. She would never tell you she loved you, never ask you to marry her. Never get to retire from the team, move out to the mountains, have a family with you. It was gone. It was ripped away, gone before it could even be hers. 

A piece of her died that day. 

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[starryevermore]

🥃 “I can braid your hair for you- I mean, only if you want.” with peter parker please <3

spidey powers ✧ peter parker

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pairing: peter parker x fem!reader

word count: 497

warnings?: fluff, pet name (baby), not proofread

“Ugh, I fucking hate this,” you groaned, throwing a bobby pin down on the sink counter. You started pulling the small elastic ties from your hair, tossing them in the garbage because they were too stretched out to be used again. After all, you’d already tried redoing this hairstyle at least five times now with the same elastics. 

Peter poked his head into the bathroom, eyebrows knit together in concern. “Everything okay, baby?” he asked. 

“No. My hair’s being stupid and won’t cooperate,” you pouted. 

It felt silly, the way tears were pricking at your eyes. But, you wanted to look nice. You and Peter rarely went out anymore, trying to save up money to buy a place of your own. But you’d gotten a big promotion, and Peter wanted to treat you to a nice dinner at a restaurant Mr. Stark had recommended. So, you wanted to dress up. But your hair refused to do anything you wanted it to.

“I’m sorry, baby,” Peter said. “Could I—I mean—I can braid your hair for you—I mean, only if you want—”

“…Well, I suppose spiders are good at that whole weaving thing, so you might just be able to come up with a decent-looking braid,” you teased. 

“I’m not that kind of spider!” Peter laughed. He stepped out for a moment, returning with a chair so you could sit while he braided your hair. “I don’t even produce my own webs.”

“Yeah, why is that?” you asked, taking your seat in the chair, watching in the mirror as Peter stepped behind you, sectioning off your hair with a rat tail comb. “Didn’t you say one of the Peters from a different universe made his own webs? And there was, like, a little hole in his wrist they shot out of?”

“Blehh, don’t remind me of that,” Peter shuddered. “Great guy, he was, but that web stuff…Gives me nightmares.”

“I’m just curious, how can you be Spider-Man when the only real spider part of you is you’re sticky?”

“I have a spidey-sense!”

“Yeah, but is that an actual spider thing? Or just a different superpower that you’ve decided is a spider-related power because you chose the moniker Spider-Man?” You paused for a moment. “Though…If you, and the other Peter, really had spider powers, wouldn’t your webs come out of your butt? Have you tried that? Maybe you can produce your own webs but—”

“I’m not going to test that!” 

The two of you went back and forth about Peter’s powers until your hair was finished. 

“You know what? I think I was right on the spider-weaving-thing,” you said, admiring the way your hair looked. “Thank you, baby.”

“You’re welcome,” he said, leaning down to kiss you. “You look gorgeous.”

“All I have done right now is hair and makeup,” you laughed. “I haven’t even got dressed!”

“And yet, you’re still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” 

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[starryevermore]

✨ this sounds soooo much like marc so “you can be angry at me all you want. i’m doing this to protect you.”

the worst that could’ve happened ✧ marc spector

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pairing: marc spector x fem!reader

word count: 641

warnings?: mention of being shot, light angst with a happy ending, implied smut, not proofread

Marc’s jaw clenched as he looked at you. Anger burned behind his eyes. You weren’t quite sure if it was because of you or because of the near-death experience you suffered from. His chest shook at he breathed, the rage still simmering below the surface, Marc exercising a considerable amount of effort to keep it at bay. And you certainly hadn’t helped the situation. “Say that again,” he seethed. “I dare you.”

“…you didn’t have to be the hero this time. I could’ve saved myself,” you repeated. It was hard to keep your voice strong. Marc’s withering gaze made you want to shrink into yourself. You had always known he was an intimidating man, but that intimidation was always directed at other people. Never at you. 

He took a step closer to you, using every inch of his height to tower over you. “It’s my responsibility to keep you safe.”

“I can handle myself,” you insisted. “I took care of myself just fine before you came along. You didn’t need to step in and get yourself hurt.”

“I can heal easily. You can’t.” 

His tone was so matter-of-fact it almost made you drop the argument entirely. But you couldn’t. He’d bruised your ego, implied that you couldn’t take care of yourself, and that hurt more than any potential wound you could have gotten.

You rolled your eyes, practically scoffing. “The worst that could have happened was a flesh wound. Would’ve bled a little, but would have been patched up real quick. You, on the other hand? You jumping in front of me resulted in a much more serious injury! You can’t just do that, Marc! I don’t want to see you get hurt on my account—”

Marc surged forward, taking your face in his hands, pulling your lips toward his. Your words died in your throat, instinctively leaning into the kiss, your arms snaking around his neck, your fingers entangling themselves in his hair. 

When he pulled away, his eyes had softened. He gently nudged your nose with his, his voice barely above a whisper as he said, “You can be mad at me all you want. I’m doing this to protect you. Okay? I’m doing this to protect you, because I love you. I don’t care that you wouldn’t have been hurt too badly. I don’t want you to be hurt at all.”

“Marc—”

“I have so few good things in my life, and you’re the best damn thing I have. So forgive me if I’m a little overbearing at times, if I accidentally undermine you. I just don’t want to lose you. I can’t lose you. Okay? I can’t fucking lose you. I can’t.”

“I’m not going to leave you, Marc. You know that.” You carded your fingers through his hair, nuzzling your nose against his. “I appreciate you protecting me, I do. But, please, baby, understand me when I say that I know my limits. I know what I can handle. And if there is ever a moment that I know I can’t take it, I’ll let you know. Okay? Because, even if you got this superhuman healing ability going for you right now, that doesn’t mean I like the image of you being shot because of me.”

“I’ll be better, baby” Marc swore. “I’m sorry.”

“I forgive you,” you said. “Now, c’mon. I think we’ve earned a nice dinner after this, yeah? My treat.”

“I think I should be the one treating you,” Marc said, a teasing lilt in his voice. 

“You already got shot for me. Let me treat you, baby.”

“Hmm, fine,” he conceded. “But I get to pick dessert.”

You laughed lightly. “And I look forward to your choice.”

“Good, because this is the kinda dessert that takes all night to be thoroughly appreciated.”

“Mm, might have to skip dinner then.” 

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[starryevermore]

🥃 “You said you wouldn’t fall in love with me.” “I lied.” + steven grant

don’t say you’re in love ✧ steven grant

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word count: 389

warnings?: angst, pet name (love), not proofread

Steven felt like his heart jumped out of his chest when he heard your confession. Were you serious? Were you genuine? He…He couldn’t believe this. “You…you love me?” he repeated, making sure he heard you right. 

“I do,” you said. 

“But you…You said you wouldn’t fall in love with you.”

And you had. Long ago, when you met Steven, he was still struggling with the whole Marc and Jake situation. Back then, the two of you had gone on a couple of dates. You thought things had gone well, but Steven…He was scared to let anyone in. He tried to break things off, but you insisted that you could be friends. He agreed, but he made you promise that you wouldn’t fall in love and he would do the same. That had been easy enough, the promise, you mean. But not falling in love with a man as sweet as Steven…That was a whole other ball game. 

“…I lied,” you said. “Look, you don’t need to do anything. We don’t need to act on this. You don’t even have to love me back. But I couldn’t keep this from you anymore.”

Steven spared a glance at his reflection in Gus’s tank, before looking back to you. He shook his head. “I can’t do this. I think you need to go, love.”

“Excuse me?” you repeated. 

“You…You can’t love me. I can’t let you love me,” he said. “I-I should have realized this sooner. I’m sorry. I just…This isn’t good. For you. For us.”

“Steven, please—”

He looked away from, refusing to meet your eyes. “I-I know this hurts. But, it’s better in the long run. Believe me.”

You felt tears pricking at your eyes, and you prayed that they wouldn’t spill over. You didn’t want to cry. Couldn’t. Not now. “Is that really what you want?”

He nodded. 

“…Fine. But don’t come looking for me once you realize the mistake you’re making. That you’re throwing away a friend over this, over something we could easily move on from. When I walk through that door, I don’t ever want to hear from you again. Am I clear?”

“Crystal.”

And so, you left. And you prayed that you would never see him again. Because, if you did, your heart would surely break. 

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[starryevermore]

🥃 “You can’t get rid of me that easily.” + layla el-faouly

no sudden movements ✧ layla el-faouly

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pairing: layla el-faouly x fem!reader

word count: 375

warnings?: mention of being shot, light angst, fluff, pet name (baby), not proofread

Beep…beep…beep…

God, that was such an annoying sound. What the hell was that? Was it some new stupid alarm sound that Apple came up? You didn’t think they could come up with anything more annoying than the default alarm sound. Ugh, now you had to turn the damn thing off. 

Groaning, you forced your eyes open, immediately wanting to shut them again because of the blinding lights. Slowly, you tried opening your eyes again, your brows furrowing together as you realized the room you were in was absolutely not the hotel room you and Layla had been sleeping in. 

Shit. Layla. Where was she?

You started to sit up, but a hand came out, pushing back down on your shoulder. “Don’t move too fast, baby,” Layla said. “You’ve been through hell, so no sudden movements.”

“What happened?” you asked, your words slightly slurred from the pain meds you were sure were pumping through your body and the whole “coming out of a deep sleep” thing. “Last thing I remember, we were surrounded. And then—nothing.”

“You got shot. Real bad. Marc, uh, snapped and killed all of them while I raced you to the hospital.” Layla looked away, like she didn’t want you to see her cry. “I was so scared I wouldn’t get you to the hospital in time. I thought I was going to lose you.”

You let out a dry chuckle, taking her hand, pressing your lips to it. “You can’t get rid of me that easily. It’s going to take a lot more than a silly little bullet wound to take me out.”

“Y/N…”

“Hey, I’m okay now. A little banged up, but okay. Living, soon to be kicking when I regain feeling in my legs—what do they put in these pain meds?—and gonna be glued to your side for all eternity,” you said. You paused, then asked, “Where’s Marc?”

“He went to get breakfast. Why?”

You slowly sat up, lifting your hand to caress Layla’s face, pulling her down to meet you halfway. “Just wanna know how long I can kiss you before he gets back.”

“You probably have a good half hour,” she said. 

“Then I’m gonna make the most of every single second.”

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[starryevermore]

🥃 + “If I survive this, I'm requesting hazard pay.” + Nathan Bateman

(My prompt takes place in the Ex-Machina universe where Kyoko and Ava still exist. Perhaps this is something occurring canonically in the movie, minus Caleb, where the AI’s try to kill Nathan but reader saves him instead.)

You can also ignore my parentheses section above if you so choose and have fun! Never want to diminish anyone’s creative ideas. That’s just where my initial thought process went to.

💕 Thank you for all your contributions. Hopefully I did this right? 😂

bleeding love ✧ nathan bateman

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pairing: nathan bateman x fem!reader

word count: 592

warnings?: implied character death, angst, ambiguous ending, not proofread

When Nathan Bateman asked you to come work for him out of his secluded mansion, two thoughts ran through your head: (1) this was easily the most important move you would ever make in your entire career; and (2) if there were ever a chance that you would be murdered, this was it. Granted, back then, you thought you’d be murdered by Nathan. After all, it’s always the eccentric billionaire types that commit the crimes, isn’t it? And being asked to move to the middle of the woods? Where you had to hike a mile into the woods to even reach the damn house because he refused to let anyone see it? Yeah. Yeah, if you were going to die a gruesome death, you were sure it would be by his hands. You never expected that it would be a fucking AI that would take you out.

Nathan had brought you to his mansion to look over his code. He never really told you what the code was for, only ever gave you bits and pieces to look over. It was interesting, working with Nathan. He was incredibly dedicated to his craft, and you admired that. Really, actually, you admired him. Sure, the man was rough around the edges. But he made you laugh, he respected your intelligence, often asking for your opinions on his work, even if it wasn’t technically in your job description just because he valued your opinion. And then, of course, were the dance parties. God, you’d never seen a man more attractive than him. 

Then—he finished his work. Or, at least, got to the point where you could see what he was doing. He’d been working on AI, and he wanted you to judge his latest project, Ava, to see whether she was genuinely capable of thought and consciousness. And it had been going well. 

That is, until you realized Nathan had built an AI who wanted to kill you and him and join the real world. 

Well, actually, you don’t know if she wanted to kill you. She was trying to kill Nathan, but you had jumped in the way of her blade and suddenly you were the one collapsing to the floor. 

“DON’T YOU FUCKING TOUCH HER!” Nathan shouted, striking Ava in the head with…something. You couldn’t quite see. All you could see was a decapitated Ava falling beside you, Nathan falling to his knees, pressing his hand into your stomach, shouting at Kyoko to get the first aid kit. 

“If I survive this…” you started to say. 

“Shh, save your energy,” Nathan said. “And don’t talk like that. You’re going to be fine. You’ll be fine.”

“…I’m requesting hazard pay,” you finished. You placed your hand on top of Nathan’s, patting it slightly. “It’s okay. It’s not your fault. Don’t feel like you have some duty to me.”

“Of course I have a duty to you.You’re my employe, and you’re my…” Nathan sighed, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment. As he gazed down at you, you could see him holding back tears. “I’m not good at this sort of thing. I really care about you, Y/N—”

“Shh, I know,” you said. “You don’t have to say anything. I, uh, think I’m gonna close my eyes for a sec. I’m really sleepy.”

“No, no, don’t—”

But all you could focus on was how heavy your eyes felt. You just needed to close them for a second. That’s all. You just needed a second. And then it all faded to back.

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[starryevermore]

✨ “stop touching things.” because this sounds a lot like steven

couple activities ✧ steven grant

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pairing: steven grant x fem!reader

word count: 334

warnings?: fluff, pet name (love), not proofread

“This was supposed to be a couple’s activity,” you teased, watching as Steven took the instruction booklet that came with the LEGO set you had bought. “This is looking a lot more like a I-look-at-Steven-being-a-cutie-who’s-building-LEGOs activity.”

You and Steven hadn’t gotten to see each other much lately. Your job had been making you work late and, by the time you got home, you would be on the verge of collapse. Most days, you would just take a shower and go to sleep, curled up in Steven’s arms, as soon as you got home.  So when Steven proposed that the two of you spend the weekend building some of the LEGO sets you’d accumulated over the last few months, you were eager to get started. 

Steven glanced up at you over the rim of his glasses. God, he looked so handsome in his glasses. “Oh, I’m sorry, love! I just got a bit excited. Didn’t mean to leave you out.”

“I’m just teasing, my love,” you said. “I love seeing you so excited over something.”

“No, but you’re right, this is a couple thing.” Steven pushed the booklet aside and grabbed the plastic baggie labeled “1”, cutting it open with a pair of scissors. “We’ll organize this together, then we can fight over who gets to make the first piece, yeah?”

You laughed, already organizing the studs by color. “Alright, but I got a good right hook on me. You wouldn’t stand a chance.”

Steven threw his head back laughing. “With a threat like that, you can have the first piece, love.”

But then he reached for one of the pieces you needed, so you quickly smacked his hands. “Stop touching things! It’s my turn to build,” you teased. 

“Ouch! That hurt, love,” Steven joked. 

“Then let me fix it, my love,” you said, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Better?”

“So much better, love.”

“Good, now don’t touch my LEGOs again!”

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