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Steve Rogers x Pregnant Reader Pt. 2

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Seeing as part two was a huge success here is part two.

*** Story-line: Steve has gone off on what was supposed to be a two week mission and the next day he would come back to visit his wife. The mission goes south and takes three months. Meanwhile, (Y/N), has become panicked especially since Steve has been unable to contact her. In fear for her husband’s life (Y/N) has taken their ATV and decided to drive as far as she can until she reaches someone who can tell her what has happened.

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When I see Steve, you think as you trek across the highway, the ATV having died long ago and too far away from a gas station, your thumb hitched out. I am going to hit him so hard he goes back to the forties. America’s Idol my ass, making his pregnant wife hitch hike cause the dumbass can’t even pick up a phone, or send a letter. A car pulls up alongside you and you grin at the dark skinned man and his passenger with that had long black hair and pale skin. 

“Would you like a ride ma’am?” The darker skinned man asks. Your knees nearly buckle under the instant relief. You’ve been walking for twelve hours. 

“Yes please!” You say graciously as you open the door and take a seat behind the driver. Your tired legs are cramped from the lack of space. “Terribly sorry to ask this of you,” you say a few moments later as the car zooms down the highway. “Can you move your seat up?” 

“Of course,” the dark skinned man says and the seat moves up making you nearly moan from happiness. 

The other man gasps angrily. “So you can move your seat up for her, but not me? That’s cold Wilson.” 

“Well, one she’s pregnant. Two, she didn’t try to kill me or my car.” The man, Wilson (?) replies with a smirk before turning behind to you. “So where to ma’am?” He asks with a smile and the other man turns on some of yours and Steve’s favorite music. “Dude, really? You and the other fossil I am going to throw myself onto the highway someday if I always have to listen to this music.” 

You laugh at Wilson and the other man catches your grin, from both the music and his friend, and sends you a wink. “Stark Tower, or as far to there as your going, and my name is (Y/N) not ma’am.” You pause for a minute before saying, “I like his music.” 

“Well Miss. (Y/N) you’re in luck cause I happen to be Stark’s friend and I have to say your music taste is not that good. I have waters, other drinks, and some snacks in the backseat. My name is Sam Wilson, and that’s James.” He motions to his friend. “So, why is a very pregnant woman going to Stark Tower?” 

“Is it Tony’s baby?” James asks and you begin to laugh harder than you had in a long time. James looks at you slightly frightened and Sam is smirking. 

“Dear God no. I just need to speak with someone there. A distant cousin.” You tell them before, whilst feeling incredibly rude but too hungry to care, reaching behind you and grabbing an Arnold Palmer, Nutella, Ritz, and pickles. You can barley help yourself as you begin to devour the food. The music plays softly in the background. When you finish the food you lay your head against the window whilst the vibration of the car and the music lull you to sleep. 

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Steve’s POV

Sam, Bucky, and I got back today and I instantly went home to (Y/N) to explain we got sold out and were stuck in Romania till twelve hours ago. I gave Sam and Bucky the car from the hanger with a promise of explaining this place later. I run as fast as I can once they leave inside and see a layer of dust on everything, including the letter on the dinning room table.

Steve, If your reading this and I’m not beside you be prepared for a whole load of ass whopping that’s coming your way. It’s been three and a half weeks without a peep and I have raging hormones. I have decided to take the ATV and go to Stark Tower and demand answers. I know this will reveal our secret but with the worst is true no one could be after me…. I refuse to think that. –(Y/N)

My stomach drops as I imagine what she must have gone through making me feel like a total dick. I run back to the hanger of the jet, speed dial Tony, and take my motorcycle before speeding off to see if I could find (Y/N) on her way there. 

*** Your POV

A hand shakes you out of the best sleep you’ve had in ten weeks. You groggily lift your head up as you take in your surroundings a fog of sleep still around you. “What?” You ask your voice cracking a little and your body screaming and demanding more sleep. 

“Hey Sleeping Beauty,” James says softly as Sam types in a code. “We’re here.” You lift your head up from your arm resting on the window and look outside in time to see Sam pulling into a parking structure underneath Stark Tower. 

Sam pulls into a spot that says ‘BIRD MAN NO.1 NO.2′ in spray paint underneath was a chibi of The Falcon making you gasp. You think back to conversations with Steve about Sam and Bucky before your mind puts the puzzle together. Your anger hormones that you’ve been saving for Steve leaks out at the two superheroes. “SAM WILSON AND JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES “I AM GOING TO MURDER YOUR ASSES!” Sam and Bucky whip around in fear at your sudden out burst, and your overwhelming knowledge of their names. “You, have been able to contact my husband this entire time and never told me? Give me your god damn phones right now or I will strangle both of you.” You hold your hand out and give them a piercing glare. 

They both scramble to hand you their phones, Bucky wins and you instantly hit the Steve contact. The phone dials once and he instantly picks up.

“Buck, hey, listen.” Steve starts before you cut him off. 

“You listen here Steven.” Bucky gasps as he realizes who you meant by husband. “You said two weeks and I am pretty damn sure two and thirteen is pretty damn far from three asshole. If you are not on your way to Stark Tower I swear to God I am going to divorce you.” Without waiting for the apologies you knew were about to flood from his lips you hang up and then hand the phone back to Bucky. Both males mouths are wide open. “Well, either of you going to take me to my husband’s room?”

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Raindrops ||Steve Rogers/Reader||

Summary: Steve is in love with you. Always was. But he keeps avoiding you for weeks. Will it be too late for him to tell you?

Genre:Angst

Fandom: Captain America, Marvel

Disclaimer: This is an oneshot(maybe)

A/N: Is it called self-harm when you’re writing Stories that make you cry for hours?

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Steve wasn’t an open character when it came to love. Someone else would make it obvious by looking at this one person for hours smiling but Steve didn’t. Steve was hopelessly in love. Only Natasha knew what was happening with him. She knew men. But Steve’s situation was unnatural. He didn’t looked at the one he loved with blushes or cute smiles. He was just leaving the room without saying anything. He walked away. Natasha of course didn’t tell anything. Steve wasn’t trying to make a move. He was scared and lost. Afraid that he might end up hurting you.

Steve saw you walking in to the room and made his way out, but you cut him by grabbing his arm. He stopped studying your face. Trying to memorize everything about you. He could draw you later or sleep and dream about you.

“Why are you avoiding me?” He didn’t speak. He left.He walked away. You stood to the room alone looking at the wall. You didn’t realize the tears falling down your face. “Steve!” You shout waiting for his reply. “Steve! Come over here!” He just stood in the living room in the couch of the famous Avengers Tower watching the news. Today the news were talking again about the refugees in the Mediterranean Sea. Small, innocent kids and their parents losing their homes everyday cause of the war. Some of them losing family members, even themselves. “Steve we need to talk.” He walked away.

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“Y/n Y/l/n, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff and Tony Stark. Please get ready for your mission. Five minutes.” The director of s.h.i.e.l.d spoke.

“Steve. Can we talk?” He just looked at you and then continued looking at his clock.

“Four minutes y/l/n.” You locked eyes and raised an eyebrow.

“That’s the longest talk we had in weeks.” Silence. “Did I do something wrong?” You asked and he shook his head. “Just say something to me! We haven’t talk in weeks and all you do is pretend that everything’s ok!” He walked away. You sighed and looked down shaking your head.

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“Just talk to her. Avoiding her for weeks doesn’t make things worse.” Natasha told to her blond friend. “Do it before it’s too late. Do it before you regret why you didn’t.”

“You don’t understand. Everything I touch gets hurted. I don’t want to hurt her. If I just enter her life like that I will ruin it.” The redhead woman gave him a sad smile.

“Steve I’m sure, you’ll make your both lives better. Can’t you see? You’re in love with each other.” He nodded. His blue eyes looking at you now.

“I will do it after the mission. I promise.”

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You ran to the field avoiding the bullets flying through you. You had a mission and you needed to finish it. Even though that meant getting injured. The three of the hostages you needed to save were now dead. You couldn’t risk another one to get killed of. Eleven. You heard from your comm and lost it. Eleven people got killed. Eleven people you couldn’t save. So concerned to the mission. So concerned about other people’s lives.You fell to the ground holding your wound. The world and the noise were becoming a faded picture in your ear. The only thing you felt was pain. The only thing you could hear was a scream. Raindrops were falling to your body.

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“Hey Y/N. I just want to tell you that I love you. I always did. But I never got the chance to tell you. Forgive me about everything I did. Alright darling?” Steve stood above your grave, the raindrops mixed with his own tears. “I should have told you.” Now he stood in one knee holding a ring, placing it next to the flowers he brought you earlier. “I love you.. Why did you leave me? Why did you not stay here with me? I need you y/n.” He realized that time passed. “Goodbye my lover”.

TLOU2 and the Stages of Grief

To begin, here’s a quick crash course into the 5 Stages of Grief. 

There are five stages of grief; Denial & Isolation, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and Acceptance. Although these are the identified stages, they are not experienced the same for everyone. People experience them occurring in different orders, experience each stage to different degrees, and in some cases people don’t experience all of the stages. Often times people in real life experience these stages without full completion due to how quickly the world moves and the responsibilities that society has put on an individual. Throughout the whole process, our own feelings and thoughts of mortality is brought up. But there is a common thread in each of the stages and that is Hope. While you may have lost someone you are still alive and there is hope that you will continue to live, or in some cases just survive.

Now that we’ve covered some basics to the 5 Stages of Grief, let’s really get into it in regards to The Last of Us Part II. There will be spoilers ahead.

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Cheering him up

Cheering him up

Bucky Barnes x reader

Prompt: “Could you do a Bucky X Reader in which he’s feeling down and the reader comforts him? Eventually it just ends up with them accidentally falling asleep with each other and Steve finds them all cuddled up.”

Notes: this is my first Bucky x reader fanfic so it my be a bit rough around the edges if you know what I mean. 

Warnings: one (kinda) swear?

You just arrived back from a single mission in Afghanistan to find the avengers headquarters empty. Most of the avengers (Steve, Tony, Natasha, Sam, Vision, Wanda) were all in Taiwan for a Gruesome battle against a terrorist organization. Your latest mission was to track down that terrorist organization and find out where they would be going next, which is Taiwan (obviously).

You sighed and exited the jet into the empty dim locker room. Quickly you took off your uniform and washed off the dirt and dried red blood from your clothing and skin. After your shower you changed into your favorite pair of yoga pants and an old tank top. You pulled on a hoodie and left the room and into the lounge area.

You heard a large thunder clap and your head snapped toward the window. It was now raining several hard on the window and a bright light of lightning lit up the film sky.

“Thank god the storm started now,” you absolutely hated flying the quinjet in a thunderstorm ever since you crashed one after a strike hit you. You were about to flop yourself on the couch when you heard something crash in the hallway. You ran to the bar and grabbed the gun that was underneath the granite countertop.

It’s probably just the wind blowing something over you thought to yourself as you started to walk down the hall quietly. You felt a light breeze coming from a room across from Steve’s room and decided that’s where the noise came from. Breathing in quietly you approached the room, you lodged your gun and barged into the room with your gun raised.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry Bucky, I didn’t think you were here,” you dropped the gun in your hand and walked over to Bucky who was looking through a book.

“It’s fine (y/n), it has happened a few times here,” Bucky said as he looked up from his book. You looked into Bucky’s eye they seemed red like they have been crying.

“Have you been crying,” you said kindly as you took a seat next to him on the couch.

“No I just uh watched a sad movie that’s all,” you rolled your eyes as you looked at the tv remote which is in the same place as it always was.

“You can trust me Buck. You don’t need to lie to me.”

“Ok maybe i’ve been crying but it’s just because I’m just feeling down at the moment,” he said as he put his book down of the table beside him.

“Can I cheer you up in anyway,” you said with a smile.

“No.”

Your smile turned into a frown and you turned on the tv near his bed again, “well I am going to cheer you up somehow,” Bucky sighed as you got up and sat on his bed. He turned around to see what you were doing.

“What the hell are you doing (y/n)?”

“Buying the entire Star Wars movie collection so we can watch them together,” you pronounced with a smirk.

“What the heck is Star Wars,”you groaned and put your head in your hands.  

“I don’t know, maybe just the best movie trilogy ever!,” you got up from the bed and grabbed Bucky’s hand pulled him onto the bed so that he could see the movie screen.

“Whatever, at least I get to stop reading that book. Steve said I should read it and it sucks,” you laughed and the both of you leaned against the headboard of his bed.

The two of you stayed up late watching the movie trilogy. Most of the night was very quiet but there was the occasional gasp and laugh from Bucky but nothing compared to when he found out who Luke’s father was. He almost fell out of his seat next to you.

It was around 1:30 in the morning when Bucky and you fell asleep on his bed. You rested his head on his shoulder while Bucky slept with his arms around you and his head up. Your goal was fulfilled you have cheered Bucky up.

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It was the early morning, you and Bucky were still fast asleep but the rest of the Avengers had just arrived back from Taiwan.

Steve walked back to his room quietly still wearing his now dirty uniform. He stood still in his doorway once he heard the Star Wars theme music coming from Buckys room.

He peaked inside the room, wondering why Bucky would be watching Star Wars and found you and Bucky were still asleep. Steve blushed as he saw the both of you together and went back into his room smirking.

“Damn buck you have always been the lady’s man.”

So, @multifan-im-doomed asked for this, and I’m so glad you did because oh my god, this was so fun to write. I tagged it onto the end of a Bucky x Reader requested by @vastudent3 way back when, and it turned out pretty good. I hope you like it to. Enjoy, my darlings!

Can I request one in which the reader has some kind of spiritual abilities that enables her to communicate with spirits (or even go to the spirits world) and she helped Steve meet Peggy but she ended up meeting her dead ex boyfriend as well?

“Memory Lane” (Part 3)

Part 2

“What happened?”

Bucky was all of a dither. He didn’t know how to respond. He was in shock. “I- I- I don’t know. It was- Something happened. I- I- I-” “Mr Barnes,” Helen Cho commanded, “I’m going to need you to calm down. I cannot help your girlfriend unless you tell me what happened.”

The gurney sailed through the corridors with ease, Dr Cho and her medical staff either side. Bucky also accompanied them and Steve jogged just behind. Both men looked terrified.

Dr Cho had been informed that she would be dealing with Bucky’s girlfriend – but it looked nothing like you. Instead, the stretcher carried a grey statue. Yet somehow ‘statue’ seemed to be the wrong word. The structure looked fragile, twisted, and thin, like papier mâché mixed with gravel. On the bright side, at least it resembled a person. Your arm – presumably trapped within the stony cocoon – reached up into the sky, frozen where you had reached out for help.

“It… It was a bomb.” “A bomb?” Cho asked. She pulled the stretcher towards her as they turned a corner. “Yes. And no. It was a bomb, but not like a bomb I’ve ever seen.”

“Are you sure?” “It was…” Bucky strained himself remembering the detail, “blue, like a crystal. But it let off this… this stuff. This mist.”

Nobody saw Steve halting in his tracks.

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Wisdom Teeth and Too Small T-Shirts (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: “10 and 13 from the prompt list with Peter, pretty please????” + “#10 please”

#10: “There is no way I’m going out in public with you looking like that.”

#13: “Hey is that my shirt?”

Summary: When you became Peter’s girlfriend you knew you would have to put up with a lot of things: crazy supervillians, missed dates, late assignments, etc. but you never anticipated that your hardest challenge to date would be something not related to his hero persona at all, but just getting home from the dentist.

“Vhat the hmck.” Peter struggled against the seatbelt that you had just buckled for him. He had just gotten his wisdom teeth out and his speech was pretty impaired by the cotton in his mouth. While it was extremely cute, you focused on the task at hand; getting Peter to keep still and keep his seatbelt on. You were supposed to drive him home and take care of him for a bit while Aunt May was at work and you had openly accepted the job, getting to witness whatever crazy stuff Peter said would be super funny and cute, you just hadn’t anticipated how crazy.

“(Y/N)!” Peter yelled. “Vhere err ooh?” 

“Peter I’m right here. I just walked around the car to get in.” You giggled as you got in the driver’s seat and buckled yourself. You began to back out when Peter screamed and you pressed the brake to the floor.

“Oh my gosh! Peter what?” You looked at him in the rearview mirror. 

He yawned and shrugged. “I just felt like I needed to do that.” You closed your eyes in exasperation. Maybe this wouldn’t be as cute as you thought. 

Once you got on the road you heard Peter rummaging around in the back of your car. You ignored it because of the heavy traffic and hoped he wasn’t causing too much trouble. When you looked up you snorted in surprise. 

“Hey is that my shirt?” Somehow Peter had taken off his own shirt and put on one of your extras that you had kept in the back of your car. It was obviously much too small for him and had a print from a Disney movie on it. 

“No.” He jutted out his chin stubbornly. “This is my shirt.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his look of surprise when he looked down and noticed the shirt didn’t cover his stomach. He looked so ridiculous you couldn’t help it.

“Oh Peter.” You giggled. “What am I going to do with you?” 

“Kiss me probably,” He winked before laughing himself while you just rolled your eyes. He continued to make comments as he reached into your bag and pulled out your tiny makeup bag. 

“Peter no.” You tried to look at him again as you simultaneously tried to turn the corner and avoid an oncoming car that had swerved into your lane. 

“Peter yes.” He answered you as he began to put eyeliner on his nose. You gave up and focused on the road. Once you got home you’d be able to give him the attention he obviously needed.

Soon you were parked in the apartment lot and you finally looked at Peter. 

“I can’t believe you.” You couldn’t stop laughing at how funny your boyfriend looked. You were pretty sure that lipstick was on his eye lids, and matched with the tiny shirt he sure was a sight to see. Peter began giggling because you were laughing. 

“How do I look?” You just shook your head and grabbed the bag away from him, still chuckling. 

Peter went to open his door but it was stuck. “Why won’t it open?” He asked you innocently. You smirked as Peter struggled against the child locks that you had activated as soon as you both had gotten in the car. 

“I’m sorry Peter, but there is no way I’m going out in public with you looking like that.”

Betrayal Part 2

Part 1

Genre: Angst Words: 2,147 Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: Injuries, emotional and physical torture, violence Summary: There are mind games that both sides need to play.

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“Sergeant Barnes. Is your girlfriend asleep? I hope she hasn’t died on us so soon…”

Bucky kept his eyes trained on your unconscious form. It wasn’t long after your guys’ talk that you passed out once again, too exhausted to keep your head lifted any longer. This worried Bucky, but not as much as the man who had just entered the room.

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#53 “That is the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.” #97 “Fuck, are you bleeding?”

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“… and that’s it.” Steve finishes serious, but with a small smile on his face. “That’s the stupidest plan you’ve ever had.” You break the silence after a few minutes. “Of course I’m in.” “(Y/N), no.” Bucky pleads quietly and shakes his head, but you ignore it. You understand that he wants you safe, but that doesn’t mean that you sit on your ass all day and wait until he’s coming home.

Blood is dripping down your hip and you press your hand on it, trying to hide it from Bucky and the others. “Fuck, are you bleeding?” Tony asks and you close resigned. Immediately Bucky comes to you, checking your body for wounds. A hiss leaves his mouth as he sees the scratch. “It’s fine, baby.” You say, but as you open your eyes your vision is blurred. “Shit…(Y/N), noo.” Bucky shouts. It’s the last thing you hear before you collapse in his arms…