My Child Is Fine Your Child Wants To Marry Multiple Fictional Characters

“my child is fine” your child wants to marry multiple fictional characters

A Swarm of Butterflies

Part one

Part two

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader

Summary: Your first meeting with Steve Rogers elicits the fluttering of butterflies in your belly.

Authors Note: Hey y’all!! I’m new here on Tumblr and this is my first published fic. I plan to write for several different characters eventually!! So stick around and look out for your fav. This is the first part of a Steve Rogers series. I don’t know how many parts it will be just yet. It will be in chronological order from the first meeting forward. Please leave feedback in the comments!!! Message me requests and I’ll see what I can do. Happy reading friends!!



Ever since you had moved into the city you had strolled through the park a few blocks from your apartment each morning. The park was rundown and over grown because people preferred the new park that was build ten miles north, but this park was your favorite place. You found solitude and peace walking the abandoned trails that were intricately wound though a beautiful garden full of blooming flowers. Honeysuckles climbed the trees and bees buzzed about collecting pollen for their honey. Halfway through the trail, surrounded by roses was an old wooden bench. You sat there each morning to watch the make it’s ascent into the sky. The park gave you an escape from the city. It was a hidden treasure. It gave you a break from the chaos of everyday life. A moment to breathe. A moment to reflect and recollect your thoughts. It was the most cherished moment of each day.

You walked the familiar pathway in silence taking in the greenery encasing the trail. When you began to approach the rose bushes that were bursting with bright hues of red and pink you knew that you were nearing the halfway point of the trail and the old, wooden bench you frequented each morning. Your favorite spot in the city. You rounded the corner with a smile and spotted the bench. It was usually vacant, but on this particular morning it was occupied. You stood back beyond the rose bushes and admired the man sitting on your bench for a moment.

He sat on the bench with his muscular arms stretched across the back of it. His golden hair glinted in the morning light. His jaw was beautifully sculpted and his cheeks tinted the lightest shade of pink. His long legs were crossed at the ankles, wrinkling the bottom of his worn jeans. His face was tilted up toward the sky as he admired the variety of pinks and oranges painted across the sky. A soft smile graced his lips. He looked so at peace. You almost turned and headed back down the path. You wanted to allow him this peaceful moment. Maybe he needed it. Maybe it had the same positive effect on him as it did for you, but you couldn’t fight the undeniable pull you felt toward this man. Your feet carried you closer. You took small, quiet steps and came to a stop a few feet away. You took a deep breath and cleared your throat to speak.

“Excuse me,” you spoke. Your voice was soft, almost a whisper.

He turned his head to face you. His bright blue eyes meeting yours for the first time. It stole your breath for a moment, and you tried to calm your racing heart. You had never seen such an angelic looking man.

“Do you mind if I sit here?” You asked, your voice sounding small in the open space. He offered a warm smile.

“Not at all.” He spoke, moving his arms to rest at his sides. He scooted over to make room for you.

You sat down on the opposite end of the bench and crossed your arms over your torso. You could feel his gaze lingering on your frame, but you kept your eyes on the sky. A few moments passed before you spoke again.

,“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” You asked, breaking the silence between you. He turned his gaze back to the masterpiece appearing in the sky before you.

“It is. Since I was a kid I’ve loved getting up early and watching the colors change.” He replied.

“I come here every morning and watch the sunrise. It’s my favorite part of the day. Normally I’m alone. This park has been abandoned for a decade.” You explained, clasping your hands in your lap.

He chuckled, the sound deep and melodious. “I know. I’m from here.” He replied turning his body to face you. “I’m Steve.” He introduced himself, extending his large hand between you.

You turned finally really taking in his face for the first time. You felt foolish for not realizing who he was sooner. Those baby blue eyes were plastered on posters all over the city of Brooklyn.The pounding in your chest intensified. You wound your hands together to try to mask their shaking.

“I’m Y/F/N Y/L/N” you blushed, placing your palm in his.

As soon as your hands touched goosebumps erupted all over your arms, and it felt as though electricity danced through your veins. His hand was warm and much larger than yours. It was calloused and rough from years of fighting. You looked up into his eyes and he shot you a wide smile. He was easily the most beautiful human being you’d ever seen.

“What a beautiful name.” He replied, your hand still encased in his. At his compliment a swarm of butterflies began to take flight in your belly. Their wings fluttering fiercely and causing the most delightful sense of nervousness to wash over you. You hadn’t felt a sensation such as this in years. Your cheeks heated at the thought and you lowered your gaze for a moment.

“Thank you.” You said with a smile, finally removing your hand from his. You turned back to the sunrise then and took a deep breath trying to calm the fluttering in your stomach. He too turned his gaze back to the sky.

You sat together in comfortable silence as the sun climbed completely over the horizon. Birds fluttered around, squirrels skipped through the trees, and far off in the distance you could hear the rush of cars on their morning commute. The entire world was coming to life, and all you could think about was the super shoulder five feet away. How comfortable you felt sitting there with him, a stranger. The way it had felt when his hand touched yours.

Once the colors had faded into a bright blue and the awe of the moment had dissipated Steve stood from his spot on the bench. Smoothing his hands over the front of his jeans. He walked a few steps closer and looked down at you, hands in his pockets.

“Well Y/F/N Y/L/N, it was nice watching the sunrise with you.” He smiled.

“It was nice watching with you Captain Rogers.” You replied, standing from your spot and walking over to one of the rose bushes. You ran your fingers over the delicate petals of a deep, pink rose.

He laughed, “Please call me Steve.” You crossed your arms over your chest and shot him a warm smile. “Alright, Steve.” You responded. His face lit up.

“I’ve got to head back to the compound, but I was wondering if you’d like to have dinner sometime?” He asked, his voice nervous. He reached a hand back behind his head to rub his neck.

You blushed, caught completely off guard. After this moment you never expected to see him again, and you most certainly weren’t expecting him to ask you to dinner. You looked down at your feet nervousness suddenly overtaking you. You were so tied up in your thoughts that you had forgotten to respond.

“Oh, god. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to over step. Forget I asked.” He rushed out, waving a hand in dismissal in front of him.

“No, no. You didn’t over step.” You shot your head up to look at him. Taking a few steps closer to the towering man. “I was just caught by surprise. I would love to go to dinner with you Steve.” You offered a soft smile.

The super soldier blushed and bowed his head with a smile on his face. He shuffled his feet a bit before looking up at you. “Great. How about you write your number down for me?” He asked, pulling a small leather notebook and pen from his pocket and handing the items to you.

You laughed and took the notebook, writing your name and number on a blank page. You handed them back to him with shaking hands. He reached out for the book and as his fingertips brushed against yours you felt the butterflies wings beating once again.

“I’ll call you, Y/N.” He smiled, tucking the notebook back into his pocket.

“Looking forward to it, Steve.” You smiled. He turned and began to walk the opposite direction. He looked over his shoulder one last time and raised his hand in a small wave.

You smiled and waved back. You stood frozen in your spot as you watched the man disappear around the corner. You really hoped he would call. You turned and continued down the path with a smile on your face and a swarm of butterflies dancing in your tummy. 

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if only

pairing: bucky x black!reader

word count: 661

summary: y/n watches bucky fall in love with natasha.

warning: angst

part 2: happy for you

a/n: all of my one shots have been sad lately i am so sorry, i promise fluff is coming soon :) and also reader and nat do not have any friendship problems.

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watching someone you love falling in love with someone else hurts, and experiencing that first hand was never easy.

i walked into the kitchen after waking up and grabbed a bottle of water, i opened it up and guzzled it down feeling the coolness spread through my body.

as i was drinking my water nat came in wearing bucky’s red henley, she smiles at me before sitting down. i feel a pang in my chest seeing her in his red henley, i tried to shake it off but i was still hurt.

bucky and i had been or were bestfriends for a while, we were at one point in time inseparable. when natasha came back from wherever she was, bucky caught feelings and left me in the dust.

after a while they started dating and he came to me about everything, from gifts to how to ask her to be his girlfriend.

i did my best to hide how hurt i was but soon enough tony caught on, them steve, then sam, then vision, until eventually everyone but nat and buck found out.

after a while everyone but bucky was in the kitchen talking, i drank my water in silence listening in on conversations. as i was finishing my water bucky walked in and kissed nat on her cheek, before sitting next to me.

i didn’t feel like sitting and listening to their conversation about whatever so i got up and left without a word. i walked into my room and shut the door behind me before locking it, i asked friday to turn on soundproof mode so no one could hear me.

i slid down my door and let out a loud sob, i felt hot tears steam down my face as i sobbed. i sobbed for hours until i felt fatigue hit me in waves.

i got up and unlocked my door before walking to my bed, i close my eyes and soon enough i fall into a dreamless sleep.

when i wake up it’s around ten, i get out of bed and walk into the living room to see everyone watching a movie. i walk over to the couch and sit next to wanda, i lay my head on her shoulder and she lays her head on top of mine.

as we’re watching the notebook bucky and natasha come out of the elevator with smiles on their faces, it takes everything in me to get up and walk into my room.

i walk into the kitchen and walk right back out as i see natasha and bucky kissing each other, as i walk into the living room everyone can see the hurt look on my face. i walk over to the couch and sit back down next to wanda, and she frowns.

“what are you guys watching” bucky asks walking into the living room with natasha clinging onto him.

“the notebook” peter answers, his eyes still focused on the tv.

of course they join in and of course they sit next to me, if it wasn’t for steve mouthing ‘stay’ i would have left.

at the end of the movie i’m crying into wanda’s shoulder and she was rubbing my back “i hate this movie” i say through tears making everyone laugh.

hearing bucky’s laugh made me cry ever harder “alright i’m calling it a night” i mumble as i get up but i feel his hand wrap around my wrist “come on stay” he pleads and i notice everyone looking at me. i try to hold my tears back but i just cry more.

“i’m sorry but i can’t” i say and he removed my hand from his grasp, i quickly walked out of the living room into my room.

i shut the door behind me and once again sobbed, not even bothering to ask friday to turn on soundproof mode.

i figured it was time to move on but it wasn’t as easy as you thought.

if only it was.

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Tips For Writing Black Characters

Since some of y’all don’t know how to write Black characters, I decided to give you some tips. My fellow Black people can add onto this if they’d like.

Not all Black people are from the United States. The U.S. just has the largest population of Black people in the world due to slavery. There are Black people from Europe, Asia, South America, the Caribbean, and the motherland Africa. We aren’t limited to one country or continent. 

PLEASE DO NOT WRITE DARK SKIN BLACK WOMEN AS RATCHET. The stereotype is rooted in both racism and colorism as the “strong Black woman” trope has been used to defeminize dark skin Black woman and even deny them healthcare. Make feminine dark skin Black women!

People mixed with Black ARE Black People. I shouldn’t have to explain this.

Lightskin =/=  Mixed race. There are light skin people with fully Black parents and they still come out like that. Yes you can have mixed race characters that have light skin but most light skins come from fully Black parents.

Don’t make most of us athletes, singers, or rappers. Some Black people want to do writing, some Black people want to make video games. Just because we dominate a few things doesn’t mean that most of us want to do said things.

Don’t be afraid to make queer, disabled, or neurodivergent Black characters. Most Black people aren’t represented in those communities, so making Black characters apart of said communities would be really great to see.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DO NOT MAKE JOKES ABOUT OUR RACE. Your watermelon jokes aren’t funny. Your fried chicken jokes aren’t funny. Racism isn’t comedy.

DO NOT REDUCE US TO THE BEST FRIEND/M*MMY TROPE. Do not make your Black characters dependent on the white protag or make them their “parent”. Black characters’ only personality traits shouldn’t be the shoulder for the protag to cry on.

Put Black people in subcultures were Black people aren’t prevalent. I wanna see Black punks. I wanna see Black lolitas. I wanna see Black indie girls and boys. Black people aren’t always hood. We can still like rap music but still be apart of different subcultures.

DO NOT FETISHIZE US. DO NOT. Don’t make Black women’s bodies a fetish. Don’t make Black men’s bodies a fetish. We are not a fetish.

Please look up common Black hairstyles and the history of them. Treat Black hair with care. Do not put non Black characters in box braids or cornrolls because those are protective styles for Black women.

Please look up Black hair types. Not all Black people have the same hair type.

DO NOT WRITE NON-BLACK CHARACTERS SPEAKING IN EBONICS. JUST DON’T.

I hope this guide on how to write Black characters. Reblogs > Likes

friendly reminder that tara lewis was a member of the bau longer than each of the following: luke, matt, ashley, kate, alex, elle, jordan, gideon! idk how else to tell y’all that she’s not a side character. she’s just black and you’re racist