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3 in the morning

pairing: tony x black!reader

summary: tony’s really beat up after a mission and your left to clean his wounds.

warnings: none

“what crawled up your ass” tony asks as i waddle into the infirmary.

“i don’t know maybe that i was woken up by jarvis at three in the morning asking me to clean you up” i waddle over to the cabinet and grab the first aid kit before walking back over to tony.

i grab his face gently and look at all of his cuts, “you really got your ass beat” i mumble as i grab an alcohol wipe. i look at tony as i open up the wipe and he gives me a look and i giggle before wiping the cut on his eyebrow.

after at least twenty minutes of tony being dramatic i get to his last cut, “i swear you’re trying to hurt me on purpose” he states and i chuckle.

“tony you’re just being a baby” he looks at me offended before swatting my ass harshly “ow that hurt” i whine and he chuckles “you ass” i roll my eyes before cleaning up the mess i made.

“thank you sweetheart” tony comes up from behind me a circles his hands around stomach and rubs my bump, he leaves a sloppy wet kiss on my cheek making me groan.

“oh tony come on” i try to get away from him but his grip is too tight “tony please” i beg but he doesn’t let go of me “tony!” i giggle as he leaves a another wet kiss on my cheek.

i turn around and face him, i caress his cheek and smile “i love you anthony” i coo and he smiles.

“i love you too”

hope you understand

pairings: loki x black!reader, thor x black!reader (platonic), odin x black!reader (platonic), frigga x black!reader (platonic)

summary: loki takes you to asgard to meet his parents but things don’t go as planned

warnings: odin being an ass, yelling, swearing, just heartbreak

a/n: this hurt to write and also should i make a part 2???

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“are you excited love” loki asks jumping onto the bed with a big smile spread across his face “yes i am i finally get to meet your mother and father” i look at him as i put my curling iron down.

“is your brother already in asgard” i ask and he nods “yes he’s there for some battle” he rolls his eyes dramatically making me giggle. “loki he’s protecting your home” i reason and he smiles “come on love we have to leave soon” he warns and i nod.

i turn my curling iron off and unplug it before grabbing the white flowy sundress i had laid out and put it on. i walk over to my vanity and fix my hair, making sure i look good so that i dont embarrass him.

“you ready lo- wow” i look over and see loki smiling at me “how do i look” i ask nervously making his smile grow wider. “you my love look stunning” he walks up to me aves wraps his arms around my waist “no woman on asgard could compare to you” i smile shyly at his compliment.

“alright heimdall is waiting for us” he says as he pulls me out of the room “loki i don’t have my shoes on” i tell him through my giggles. he looks back see me and with a wiggle of his fingers i have my gold sandals on “now you do” he says making laugh.

we walk out of our apartment and loki, wraps his arm around me tightly before yelling, “heimdall!”. a rainbow bridge that loki called the bifrost surrounds us and pulls us up into space.

i cling on to loki tighter and he chuckles “i’ve got you” he assures with a smile and i smile back. we are pulled through the bifrost and walk into a circle structure where a man is standing and holding a sword.

“welcome to asgard” the man greets and i smile “you must be heimdall it’s nice to meet you” i smile and he smiles back. “they wait for you” heimdall looks at loki and he nods before grabbing my hand.

*******

we walk into the palace and i look around in awe as i admire the gold pillars that line the hallways and the ceilings painted with the most beautiful art i have ever seen.

when we get to the throne room loki looks at me in my eyes “are you ready” he asks and i nod hesitantly, he nods at the guards and they nod back before opening the doors. loki grips my hand tighter as we walk into the room, odin is sitting on his throne with frigga and thor standing in either of his sides.

loki and i stop a few feet away from the steps that lead to the throne “mother, father” loki addresses them with a nod. “i see you have brought her” frigga says as she walks down the stairs “she’s gorgeous” she admits as she walks up to me.

“it’s nice to finally meet you dear” she smiles at me and i return her smile “it’s nice to meet you as well” she looks at loki with a smile before looking at me again. “has he been doing alright” she asks and i nod “he’s been great” i assure making her smile.

“lady y/n it’s lovely to see you again” thor nods my way and i smile at him “its great to see you again too” he smiles at me before his expression changes back to soft smile he had before.

“that’s enough” odins voice booms as his staff collides with the ground, i wince at the harsh sound before turning my attention to him. “you have brought the mortal you have been talking about” he says as he looks at loki “father she has a name” loki argues. i put my hand on his arm to let him know it’s ok and not to argue with his father.

“if i may i would like to have a word with loki alone” odin says and i look at loki confused and he nods before handing me over to frigga who takes my hand. as we walk away from the throne i look at loki one more time before walking out of the throne room.

*******

loki looked at his father confused as the doors you just walked out of closed “what was that” loki asks raising his voice. “leave her” odin says making loki scoff “i’m not leaving her i love her” loki argues.

odin laughs at loki’s confession “you fell in love with a mortal” odin yells “thor did so whats so wrong with me falling in love with one” loki asks but odin doesn’t answer.

“do what i told you or i will” odin warns before leaving loki in the throne room all by himself.

*******

“did i do something” i ask thor and he shakes his head “you did nothing wrong” he assures and i nod hesitantly before frigga walks back into the room and pulls thor out to talk.

i play with my fingers nervously as they talk. my mind going a thousand different places wondering, each place worst than the last.

soon loki walks into the room and i get up to hug him but he stops me, i look at him confused and he shakes his head. “we’re done” my heart stops as those words leave his mouth.

“what?” tears cloud my vision as i look at him in disbelief “we’re done” he repeats as the tears fall down my eyes.

“why” i ask trying to keep my voice steady “i don’t love you anymore” he looks at me with a straight face as he says it. “is it because of something i did” i ask and he scoffs.

“you’re a mortal of course you did something wrong” he raises his voice making me flinch, he’s never raised his voice at me. “i could never love or even like a mortal, you are nothing but a waste of space, brainless matter that mopes around all day” he says calmly as the tears fall down my face

“brother” thor warns “shut up” loki yells at his brother “you never meant anything to me, you never will mean anything to me because you are nothing but a pathetic mortal” loki spits at me as i stand there shocked, embarrassed, hurt.

“that’s enough y/n come with me” thor says as he walks over to me and guides me out of the room and into another. i break down in thor’s arms letting out the most painful cries he had ever heard in his 1500 years of living.

*******

frigga walks over to loki’s shaking body and hugs him as he cries into her shoulder “he made me do it mother i never wanted to hurt her” he sobs into her shoulder making her heart break. “i know” she rubs his back gently as he cries into her shoulder “i know”

frigga looks back at odin who had a read less expression on his face before turning back on to her son who was in need of comfort.

as loki cried he hoped that one day he could tell you or at least understand why he did what he did.

Let Me Paint Your Nails || Shuri x Reader

Summary: reader goes to the city of Wakanda with Shuri to make some technical shopping for their new project but it ends in a lazy day and some manicure ☺

Warnings: none

Words: 577

Author: General

A/N: this drabble was written for @bloggingfromherbed and her writing challenge. My prompt was: “Let me paint your nails.”

„Hey, look over there!” You screamed loudly, waving your hands as you did. “They finally opened brand new cosmetic shop!” You were more than excited as you looked at your best friend.

Shuri laughed shortly, she rolled her eyes as she shook her head. “Just leave it, Y/N, we didn’t come here to make a shopping, y’know?” She explained, spreading her arms widely. “We gotta buy some technical supplies to our new project, just a kindly reminder for ya.”

“Yea, yea, I know, but please! Can we get there for a second? I’ll only take a look. Have to check if they offer anything interesting!” You giggled as you opened a door and stepped inside the shop.

Shuri sighed loudly but she followed you inside. “Y/N, c’mon, we don’t have time for such silly actions!” She complained a bit, observing you.

However, you didn’t seem to listen to her words. You were lurking through all the shelves, taking any single bottle of nail polish to your hands and checking the colors. “I’ll take these five!” You claimed happily when you got to the cash desk. You paid and grabbed little bag with your shopping, looking briefly at Shuri. She only let out a loud sigh, placing hands on her hips. “Can we go now?” Shuri asked, you could easily say she was getting irritated.

When you both got back to the palace, you ran to your room, leaving Shuri at the lab. She tried to stop you but resigned seeing how happy you were at that time. She came back to her duties but she decided she’ll visit you later.

At the evening you heard knocking to your door. “Come in!” You said, raising your head to check who was about to enter your chamber.

It was no one else but Shuri herself. “Hi, can I come in?” She smiled at you, half-opening the door.

“Sure.” You gave a brief nod as you focused on the thing you were doing.

As she stepped in, Shuri noticed that you were painting your nails. You ran your tongue along your lips, held breath back as you slowly were doing the manicure.

Shuri laughed. “Need a hand?” Shuri offered as she took seat next to you at the table.

You hesitated but finally agreed on her idea.

“Let me paint your nails, they’ll be looking amazing, I guarantee.” Shuri informed you softly. “Maybe I don’t look like a master of beauty hacks but I know some things though.” She explained calmly as she ordered you to put your hand at the table. You did without protesting.

It took Shuri only ten minutes to end full manicure on your hands. “Here, ready.” Shuri said as she ended. “I hope you like the result.” She smiled brightly at you.

You looked at your hands. Indeed, your nails were looking spectacularly. “Yes! It’s amazing! Thank ya for help, I wouldn’t make them look that good without your help.” You admitted, hugging Shuri tightly. “And ya see? It was worth to buy few nail polishes. Paint your nails too and we can go at the party that T’Challa is throwing!” You suggested, wiggling your brew.

Shuri rolled her eyes. “I knew it was something deeper! Knew it! You wanna go there to meet that handsome warrior, don’t ya?” Shuri teased as she smirked at you.

“Maybe.” You whispered. “But it’s none of your business. Now, get ready and I go look for some dress!”

Abandoned House || Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve takes you to an abandoned house during Halloween night for a ‘date’. What happens there is hard for you to believe…

Warnings: none

Words: 1037

Author: Rouge

A/N: this little oneshot was written for @loki-the-fox writing challenge. Thank you for the opportunity ☺

Against the dark night sky all Steve could see was the crumbling walls that were nothing more than a ghostly silhouette of some previous existence. The wind whistled through the trees.

”Did you hear that? Let’s go see what that was,” he offered, glaring at you above his shoulder.

You shuddered as you pulled your coat tighter around your waist.

The fading of the sunlight had also meant the fading of the heat. Wintry air swirled around both of you, taking every lick of warmth it could.

“I am not sure, Steve, I don’t feel good here,” you claimed quietly, tucking your chin downward into your pullover.

“Shush,” he put his finger to his lips, humming softly. “I’m here with ya. You’re gonna be alright, come on,” Steve reached his hand out to you, a little smile appeared on his bearded face.

You sighed loudly but took a hold of his palm and let him to lead you in. You didn’t like the idea at all but you loved Steve and it was cute from his side that he was trying so hard to impress you. The idea of a trip to an abandoned house during Halloween night was, however, not your thing. You’ve agreed on his idea mostly because you didn’t want to make him sad. You knew that he put a lot of effort to prepare something. Besides, it was something new. You trusted him fully, in the end he was your boyfriend. Part of you still was afraid of what was about to come but you took a deep breath and followed him inside.

Both of you were exploring the house for almost an hour.

Dust was over every surface like dirty snow.

Thankfully, Steve has taken the flashlight with him so you didn’t have to blunder through the complete darkness.

The floors had been a highly polished parquet, individual blocks lovingly placed and sanded to a smooth finish before the varnish was brushed on with fine bristles. The walls stood firm, the window frames strong, glass triple glazed and whole. All in all, it looked like a movie-set, a place waiting for life to come. The only give-away was the odour, well, that and the dust. It was musty and dry, but nothing opening the doors and windows couldn't solve.

You both passed by cracked windows and mouldy, browned wooden walls with water stains painting as scars upon skin. You and Steve stopped when you came to a collapsed doorway. Wooden planks barred you from entering, still there from when the northern side of the house had fallen on itself.

You approached, peering through the slats, the light streaming in. It looked just like the rest: quaint in size, aging, and creepy. But what was ‘abnormal’, there was a little table in the middle of the room with a tiny ornate music box on its counter.

You glared back at Steve and he nodded softly, moving beam a bit to wider the slat for you to slither in. “Don’t hesitate, Y/N. It’s safe to get in, I guarantee,” man assured you softly.

With a quiet whimper you got into the room and waited politely at Steve to join you.

As he did, you both heard some not nice cracking a floor above and you held your breath back.

“What was that, Steve?” You whispered, instinctively grabbing a hem of his flannel shirt, tugging on it and pulling closer to him.

“Shush, Y/N. The house is old, it’s going rotten everywhere. It was just a wood, shush,” he explained calmly, stroking over your shoulder.

You mumbled something under your breath and you simply nuzzled to his wide chest, you shivered as you did.

“Hmmm? What’s that, Y/N? Don’t be afraid, it’s okay, I’m here. I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

You could feel Steve smiling and you relaxed in his string arms a bit. Indeed, you felt securely when he was right next to you.

You glanced back at the music box.

“How is it not devastated like rest of the house? Only the music box is in a good condition. Interesting…” You muttered rubbing your chin with a thumb.

Steve let you out of his arms and gently pushed you ahead. “Instead of talking, go and check why is that,” Steve suggested lightly and you frowned a bit.

Was it some kind of a trap?

You looked around the room in an attempt to look for any hidden camera but there was nothing.

As slowly as it was possible, you approached the old table and took the music box in your hands. You turned around to Steve, and within a second he was standing in front of you. Rogers took the box out of your hands and looked down at you as he was towering over your figure.

“Steve…?” You asked, cocking brow up and tilting your head a bit. “What’s that, Steve?”

He only smiled at you, showing his beautiful teeth as he went down on his knee slowly, and it was when you simply knew what was about to happen.

“Steve…?” You asked again but he kept smiling only.

Steve opened the box and you saw a beautiful ring with a sapphire. You slowly put your palm to your mouth, you felt like you would collapse.

“Will you marry me, Y/N?” He asked softly.

The air was so brittle it could snap. But you took a step closer to him, nodding. “I do, Steve.” This time you spoke firmly, so sure of your own words. “I do.”

You let him put the ring on your ring finger, and when he stand up again, you simply jumped into his arms. “I love you so fucking much, Rogers,” you whispered between kisses you were placing everywhere you could reach.

He giggled happily, wrapping his muscular arms around your waist and nuzzling his bearded face into your shoulder. “I do love you too, honey-boo,” he claimed. “But, language!” He laughed harder, ruffling your bangs.

“Oh, c’mon, Steve! I’ve used THIS word to emphasise how much I love you, Cap,” you explained yourself and grabbed his palm. “Can we go back home now? I would rather not be killed in some abandoned house.”

Candy Case || Tony Stark x Reader

Summary: Reader gets some candies on Halloween 🎃 Unfortunately, someone eats all of them.Reader  tries to find out who is behind this.

Warnings: none

Words: 938

Author: Cass

A/N: this little oneshot was written for @loki-the-fox writing challenge. Thank you for the opportunity ☺

“Who ate all my candy?!!” You yelled loudly, your voice for sure echoed in every corridor in the tower.

Tony jumped out from his lab. “What?! Who ate who?! What?! Hulk ate Thor?!”

You looked at him blinking. “What? NO! Someone ate ALL MY candy!”

Tony looked at you annoyed. “Sweetheart… really? You know I love you but this is stupid.”

“STUPID!? Those were my candy! I worked hard to get them and someone ate them and I have no idea who.” You whimpered sadly.

Tony rolled his eyes and sighed. “Oh, come here, sweetheart.” He said and hugged you. “Those are just a candies. If you want, I can buy you whole factory.”

“Thanks but that’s not the point! Those were my Halloween candies, I worked hard on my costume. I wanted to eat them today. I’mgonna find out who ate them!” You said full of confidence.

Tony looked at you blinking, then he sighed deeply. “Okay, like you wish, Sherlock. If you find this person nor persons, come to me and I will arrest them.”

You rolled your eyes. “Very funny, better go back to your lab before something will blow up there.” You kissed his cheek and walked away.

You entered the gym to look for literally anyone in whole tower and you immediately saw Steve and Bucky.

Steve was doing pushups while Bucky was sitting on Steve’s back and reading book, it always looked kinda funny.

“Bucky? Steve? Can I bother you a bit?” You asked softly and walked to them closer.

Steve didn’t stop his work out. “Sure, Y/N. What’s wrong?”

Bucky read one more page and looked at you. “How can we help you? Come on, sit down.”

You chuckled and sat on Steve’s shoulders next to Bucky. “So, there is a thing. Someone ate my Halloween candies. Maybe you two know something?”

“You see! I just won 15$ from you, Bucky! I told you she was screaming something about candy.” Steve muttered.

“Shut up, punk and about your case, Y/N. No, sorry, we are here since this morning.” Bucky shook his head.

“Yea, we are really sorry, Y/N but if we find out something, you can be more than sure that we will tell you.” Steve said.

You sighed sadly and nodded. “Okay, thanks, boys. Don’t overwork yourself Steve. See you later.”

“See you!” They said together and then you left the gym

You walked trough living room when suddenly pillow hit you right into the head. “Hey! What the heck!” You looked around.

“God! Sorry, Y/N! I was aiming at Peter!” You heard Scott’s voice.

“Yea, sorry, please don’t tell Mr. Stark.” Peter said looking at you from the ceiling.

“Stark will know no matter what, kid, I mean f.r.i.d.a.y is watching!” Clint said and threw pillow at Peter. Poor boy fell down ontocarpet.

“Oh God! Peter, are you okay?” You walked to him and helped him get up.

“Yea, I am fine. I mean, I had worst.” He nodded.

You giggled and nodded. “Boys, I am glad I see you. I need to ask you something.” You began but Clint stopped you.

“Let me guess, you want to ask us if we know something about your candies.” He said and smiled.

“Exactly! Maybe one of you saw something or someone.” You said looking at three men, hopeful that they knew something.

“No, sorry, Y/N.” They said.

You sighed sadly and nodded. “Thank you anyway, boys.”

“Hey... if this will make you feel better, you always can join our pillow fight.” Scott offered, giving you his best smile.

“Thanks, Scott. Thank you all but I wanna find the person who did this to my candies. See you all later!” You waved at them and left.

You spend most of the day talking with other Avengers but you found out nothing. You finally lost hope and went to basement to Tony’s lab.

“Hey, sweetie!” You yelled walking inside. Tony was sitting in his chair, typing something on his computer. “Hey! You found someone? Who shall I arrest?” He asked and looked at you with smile.

“Shut up.” You muttered and sat on his laps, nuzzling to his chest.

“Oh, don’t be sad.  I will buy you like five candies factories.” Tony hugged you and kissed top of your head.

You smiled softly and just sat there, watching him working and looking around from time to time. Suddenly you saw something familiar on his desk, it was little bowl.

“Tony?” You asked and looked up at him.

“Mmm?” He only hummed in respond .

“Why this bowl is here?”

“What?” He looked at you and then at the bowl. “Ah I just found it in kitchen cabinet.” Tony shrugged.

“I put my candies into this bowl and put them into kitchen cabinet.” You looked at him frowning.

Tony looked at you slowly, smiling like an idiot. “Uhm... Sorry sweetheart...”

Peter walked to kitchen in the middle of the night. He walked through the living room when he heard growl-like sound from the couch. He shuddered, scared.

“GOD! No, don’t eat me! Whatever you are! I will give you everything!”

“Kid... What the hell are you doing here at this hour?” It was Tony.

Peter blinked. “Mr. Stark! What are you doing here on the couch?” He asked.

“Y/N kicked me out of the bedroom... I ate her candies.” Tony growled and hugged his pillow.

“Ohh... Ooh! That’s not good, sir.” Peter nodded and then quickly jumped to kitchen to grab a water. “So... Good night Mr. Stark.”

“Night..” He muttered and hid under the blanket. “I will never eat candies ever again.”

The Last Breath || Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: Fight against Thanos takes a dramatic turn.

Warnings: Major character’s death, overall sadness.

Words: 1600

Request by: @herdofsambars

Authors: Rouge & Cass

Everything was incredibly still.

The pain that once burned like fire had faded away to an icy numbness. You didn’t pay attention to it anymore. You were running through the jungle, just to find Steve. You had to find Steve. It was your target.

And when you saw him getting injured by Thanos who was laughing at his own actions, you felt like your soul has split.

There was something in that shout, a pain behind it. You simply watched. You watched Steve’s eyes. Then you knew that the anger was nothing but a shield for pain, like a cornered soldier randomly throwing out grenades, scared for his life, lonely, desperate. You breathed in real, looking Thanos straight in the eye, and when he dissapeared, you approached Steve slowly, sanking on your knees right next to him.

Steve looked at you trying to force a comforting smile, he already knew what was coming.

He lowered his glance and looked at the bloody spot right in the middle of a place where a silver star from his uniform used to be.

“It will be okay,” he tried his best to assure you but was there really a point?

He could feel every inch of his body screaming from pain, his breath was getting rapid and the wound was bleeding heavily, staining his uniform.

Was it really his end? Steve could feel how his body began to give up and he slumped completely on the ground, grabbing your arm tightly, he could feel the panic rising in his mind. Right now, the brave Captain America was gone, there was only Steve Rogers, just a scared boy from Brooklyn.

“Crystal…,” he breathed out.

You inhaled a trembling breath, sweat accumulating on your skin, an icy cold.

“Yes? Yes, Steven?” You asked, barely moving your lips.

You reached out and touched his cheek.

Steve was getting pale slowly and you did anything you could to hold your tears back.

‘It’s… It’s getting so cold, why..?“ Steve mumbled. Even talking was getting harder, he tried to desperately squeeze your arm harder in a quiet scream for help but all he could do was to twitch his fingers, he was losing control, and this was sending even bigger waves of fear through his already weak body.

Steve tried to move, grasping onto remained vestiges of his strengths, he could simply feel how gravitation was pulling him toward the ground and he could do nothing about this.

Stain on his uniform was only getting bigger and bigger, it was already reaching his stomach and blood didn’t stop pouring out of the wound.

"Crystal… Please… Do something! Save me… I don’t wanna vanish…” Steve thought that he was screaming but in fact, it was nothing more than a pathetic whimper of a person that was looking for a salvation.

Just like those clouds above, your insides were in a chaos. A mess. Something was bothering you. Something was hurting you. Something ached inside you. Something felt so wrong, so invalid but you couldn’t tell what. You tried to pin point the cause for this unexplained pain but failed. You tried to reason this unbearable burning but didn’t find any. Everything felt so confused, just like a jumbled set of a puzzle.

And then you realized. Previously unspoken fear has torn your insides apart, from mind to soul.

Steve was dying and there was nothing you could have done to help him, to save his life like he’s done many times for you.

“Breathe…,” you whispered, leaning over him, “I’m with you, you’re not alone… I’m with you till the end of the line.”

“Crystal… Crystal, please, help me… I can’t feel my legs. Why my chest… Why is it so heavy?” Steve asked with a quiet whimper.

With every minute Steve felt like strength was draining out of him, he couldn’t move, he was cold, and every breath was painfully hard to take.

He wasn’t ready to go, he didn’t want to go.

He was Captain America himself but on the other hand maybe it was a good thing.

Steve was fighting through his whole life. Maybe it was a good time to give up? With these thoughts, Steve calmed down and embraced the fact that he was drifting away into the darkness. This was his real salvation, no more fighting nor saving the world.

He smiled at you weakly while his eyes filled with tears. “Is this the end Crystal, right? Do you think they all are waiting for me? All of my friends? Mom and dad? Peggy?”

You simply sobbed into his chest unceasingly, hands clutching at his uniform covered in dirt, blood and dust.

Steve held you in silence, rocking you a bit as your tears soaked his chest. A tiny lapse let you pull away, blinking lashes heavy with tears, before you collapsed again, your howls of misery worsening. The pain must have come in waves, minutes of sobbing broken apart by short pauses for recovering breaths, before hurling you back into the outstretched arms of his grief.

“Don’t leave me, Steve. Just hold on, I will get help for you, just wait for me, and don’t close your eyes. We will pull you out of this, okay? Just don’t you dare to close your eyes, Rogers!” Your grief has turned into a panic mixed with dose of helplessness.

You looked around, trying to figure out where you could have started with looking for other team members but you were too afraid to leave Steve alone.

Steve took your cheeks into his hands, looking you right in the eyes. “Crystal, it’s over, I can’t fight anymore. I’m afraid this is the end,” he said quietly and pressed his lips to yours. It was his goodbye to you, the death was slowly coming to harvest his soul.

Was he scared? He couldn’t tell, he was truly scared of what was coming but at the same time, he felt happy. Steve was going into a better place, where everyone was awaiting him.

His hand slipped into your palm. “Crystal, please. Be brave and don’t cry. I had a wonderful life here, I couldn’t ask for more. Finish what we all have started,” Steve smiled at you slightly as his eyelids became heavier. He started to slowly drifting away, and at this point no one could stop it.

You became quiet, yet you have wanted to scream and shout all these emotions out of you, it would be easier that way. Unfortunately, your throat was swollen, so you couldn’t even properly breathe.

You laid next to him, nuzzling into his neck, trying to be as close as it was possible.

“I’m sorry, for all I’ve done, for how awful person I was many times, for all the moments when I disobeyed you…,” you were counting quietly. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t have saved you, Steve… Forgive me, my love…”

You pulled up a bit to reach his pale lips. You pressed yours to his for the very last time, letting the tears roll down your cheeks.

*********

Steve felt weird, he expected to see nothing but darkness, instead he felt the warmth.

He looked down at his body, inspecting every little inch; his uniform, blood and whole suffering were gone.

The place was warm and oddly familiar, Steve looked around and then recognized it. It was one of those places where young soldiers used to hang out before they were sent on the front.

“Excuse me, handsome,” he heard a voice and felt like someone grabbed his palm. “I believe you promised me a dance, sir.”

Steve turned his head only to see Peggy smiling at him.

He gladly returned the smile. “I believe so, too,” Steve answered and followed Peggy on a dance floor.

Steve wrapped his arms around her waist while she wrapped hers around his neck. “You did a great job, soldier but the war is over now, Steve. No more fighting, no more suffering,” Peggy whispered and gently caressed his cheek.

“I know,” Steve nodded and smiled.

*********

The sun shone brilliantly and the virescent colour of the spring day under it’s glare was offensively bright and cheerful. It was as if they conspired to show you how the world would go on without Steve. It shouldn’t. Everything should be as grey and foggy as my emotions, it should be cold and damp with silent air. But the birds still sang and the flowers still bloomed. You walked through the churchyard like a silhouette of yourself, wishing you really were as insubstantial as the shadows so that your insides might not feel so mangled.

The battle against Thanos was lost. Not many of your colleagues have survived.

But now, all of you met up again, at the funeral of Captain America. And you were the one to make a speech.

“I could write a million letters, each one the same as the last in sentiment and cadence. They stay the same, only the word arrangement changes. It boils down to one thing, we all miss you…,” you said, trying to keep your head straight, “You should be here. Ultimately, no one knows if that is selfish or not and even if it is, to hell with the rest of the world and their opinions. You should be here. I miss you. Your pretty blue eyes, beautiful smile, wily heart, torn mind, and kind, tortured soul. My heart is missing an integral piece, a part that keeps it from working correctly. I miss you, Steven Grant Rogers. And I do hope you finally found your peace.”

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The Blizzard || Steve Rogers x Reader Oneshot

Summary: Steve and Y/N are married and they deal with Steve’s PTSD. Steve, after snap of Thanos' fingers, has gotten it again but this time it hit him harder. In the winter scenery , reader does her best to calm her man down.

Warnings: none

Words: 1088

Request by: @porgswillrullgalaxymotherfucker

Authors: Rouge

In the blizzard there was no way to know which direction to go, the usual landmarks were hidden behind the white that swirled so densely.

You could feel you blood cool and your skin become icy. They shouldn't have come, not in this weather, but there was no other choice, Steve’s PTSD caught him harder than ever before.

Steve has always loved the flowers and the birds, loved the sunlight and the clouds that drift by. He has always loved the way the leaves move in a breeze and that soft whispering sound they make, like nature loves to chatter too. Yet the tiredness that begun a while ago remained like a veil over his skin, grey and cold. And as he watched the petals and the twigs that sway outside the window, there was only a creeping sorrow where there should be joy.

You, as Steve’s wife, were trying so hard to help him, yet failed. No doctor nor therapy were successful. Steve’s condition has gotten even worse in past three months.

It was when you’ve made a decision about leaving Washington. You’ve found a cozy cottage house near White Mountains,  New Hampshire. Gladly, Steve agreed on that idea, and soon you both were on your way.

And now, you were finishing a dinner, while Steve was laying on the couch, reading some book that you’ve discovered on the shelf in the little living room.

When you set everything on the table, you looked at Steve, smiling gently at him. “Darling, dinner’s ready.”

His eyes met yours, he simply nodded and closed the book, leaving it on the couch as he got up and took a seat at the opposite side of the table.

You were eating in the silence, from time to time Steve was looking up at you, remaining quiet.

Soon the dinner was finished, and you went to wash the dishes. You were surprised seeing, how Steve joined you in the kitchen and started wiping plates.

“How are you?” You asked slightly.

“It’s better. But I am not sure. Let’s just say it’s okay for now,” he responded, shrugging.

You couldn’t help but giggled loudly. “I just hope this place will help you get your strengths back, Steve,” you looked at him briefly, then focused on the dishes again. “It’s so calm and silent here, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is, doesn’t it bother you, Y/N?” His voice became softer, Steve leant his hip against the kitchen counter, still wiping plates and putting them to the nearest cabinet.

“Me? No, not at all, actually I needed this after all that urban uproar, you know?” You stated simply.

Steve smirked a bit, and the conversation was over. It was still a good sign that he eventually was talking to you instead of running away…

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It was late in the evening.

Steve looked out of the window at the blizzard. He watched a driveway disappear in the sure knowledge that he'd only have to dig it out again in the morning.

“It’s snowing. Again,” Steve admitted.

You raised your glance to look at him. “Don’t bother with it. We’re in the warm house, there’s nothing bad to happen,” you smiled, but you noticed how his facial expression has changed, so you put a papers you were filling aside and got up to approach him. “Steve… What’s wrong?” You put hand on his muscular shoulder. “Are you feeling fine?”

As soon as you touched him you felt, how tensed his muscles were. He was about having another anxiety attack, you good knew this.

“Hey, handsome, come here,” you slipped your palm to his, tangling your fingers together as you pulled him to the couch.

You sat down, so did he. His steel blue eyes found yours, and the only thing you saw in them was sadness. A huge sadness.

“Steve,” your voice was nothing more but a whisper, “It wasn’t your fault. No one could have saved them. No one,” you claimed.

Steve put his face in his hands, he was sobbing slightly. And suddenly he shouted out loudly: “There are days when my head just doesn't work! I try so hard to focus and it's like trying to run through water. My brain fogs up and thoughts go nowhere at all. Sometimes I think its natures anesthesia, anything to numb the pain, to wipe out the trauma. Then there are the times of clarity, sudden moments when I can see every detail and feel every feeling. The trigger can be anything...,” Steve explained quietly, “And I see those faces over and over again. I could have saved them…,” he was breathing hard, he paled on his face.

You lowered your head. Truth was that you also were having very difficult time lately, but you wanted to stay strong, for him.

“At the start I hoped it was a process to wipe out the bad memories, to stop me reliving them to well-meaning askers. Now I know it's not so simple,” Steve added, looking at you. “I don’t know if I will survive all this, Y/N.”

He laid his back down, placing his head on your lap, and you smiled. You started playing with his bangs, gently scratching his nape with other hand.

Steve closed his eyes and purred lazily. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, Y/N,” man declared openly. “I’d be already gone…”

“Shush, Mr Rogers,” you leant down to place a kiss to kiss forehead.

Steve hummed softly and moved a bit, so his lips met yours as he gave the kiss back. “It’s you who makes me calm everytime,” he opened his eyes, looking up at you.

You chuckled a bit and booped his nose with your index finger. “I’ve told you a thousand times – it’s gonna get better. It just takes time to heal. Like a wound,” you tangled your fingers in his bangs, and Steve reached his hand out to caress your cheek.“You know, I like this cold. Cold is good if you are warm inside, just the same as we love ice in the summer time,” he laughed shortly. “Even on the coldest days of winter the sun is bright in the sky, bringing a bit of joy to my heart. Even now, when we can’t go back to the world that we knew before.”

You smiled. “That’s good, Steve. I’m happy you’re getting better,” you said, looking at the fire that was cracking in the fireplace. “We’ll make through it, I promise.”

And it was still snowing outside.

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That’s How I Like You The Most || Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: You’re a member of S.H.I.E.L.D. You constantly have nightmares about Winter Soldier. One night, when no heater is working and you wake up covered in sweat, Steve Rogers is the one to cheer you up.

Warnings: none

Words: 1306

Author: Rouge

A/N: This fic was written for @justsomewritingprompts ‘ s writing challenge. I had: Scenarios: 12. Cold Night, No Heater || Quote: 7. “It’s fucking freezing” || items: 14. Blankets

An ominous boom startled you out of your abysmal nightmare. Your cheeks were wet and body was bathed in a cold sweat. The sheets were twisted around your limbs, probably because you were thrashing in yoursleep. Your heart pounded against your chest. You trembled. The room was entirely dark. No light anywhere. The remnants of your nightmare still clung to your mind, haunting you. You had no trouble imagining Winter Soldier lurking in the murky darkness of your room.

Another flash of lightning illuminated the room in blinding light. You let out a frightened cry and buried the face into your pillow. Even your breaths trembled. You swallowed and once again turned to see the endless darkness of the room.

Second later, the door was opened and familiar voice echoed from its walls.

“Y/N? Are you okay?”

You blinked few times, adjusting your eyes to sudden brightness. You saw Steve peeking into your room, a dismal expression on his face.

“Yes. It was just a nightmare…,” you whispered, rubbing your temples. “I’m sorry, did I wake you up?”

Steve smiled, yet he was pale still. “You were screaming. I got pretty worried about you,” Steve cleared up sadly.

You nodded slightly, wrapping sheets tighter around you. “Bruh, it’s cold again, and Tony promised me to fix my radiator,” you said, looking sadly at Steve. “And now this nightmare, I am done, I can’t rest properly since few days,” your voice was nothing more but a whisper.

Steve tilted his head gently, chucking. “Don’t count on it, Y/N. Tony’s busy, almost always. Heater doesn’t work in my room either. Maybe, if you would like, you could come to me,” Rogers suggested, a little grin crept onto his lips.

You blushed, turning your head aside. “I don’t know if I should…,” you stated softly but your body demonstrated what he needed, you shivered as cold thrill ran along your spine.

Steve chuckled. “Come on, yesterday I received a brand new blanket, we could try it,” he cocked his brow.

You blushed even harder, was Captain America himself trying to hit on you? You nodded but before you got up from your bed, you gave him a glance. “Can you, like, I have to get dressed…,” you grinned at him, “You can wait for me near the lifts,” you suggested, hoping he will obey.

Steve consented, and with a huge smile, he closed the door of your room.

It was when you let a withhold breath out. Captain America. Steve Rogers. You couldn’t wish anything more.

You quickly roamed through your wardrobe to pick black, fitted leggins and white tank top.

Within five minutes you joined him on the corridor, rubbing your shoulders. “Fuck, it’s fucking freezing,” you summed up.

Steve agreed with you as he pressed the button to call an elevator. His steel blue eyes measured your figure, from the bottom to the top, he couldn’t help but smirked at you.

When you both entered  the elevator, he pressed button signed “5”, it was the floor where his chamber was located.

“You look gorgeous, you know, Y/N?,” he askedcasually, his eyes were still on you.

You pressed your back to the wall of the elevator and pretended you were focused on numbers that were changing on the display.

“Thanks,” you said softly, glaring up at him for a second.

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The room was uncomfortably large. The floor was polished concrete, the walls white. There was room in here for dozens of people. It was a perfect place, but cold in its tranquility. The soft jazz was just audible as background noise.

“Wow… Scandinavian furniture… I didn’t expect something like this…,” you covered your mouth with palm, admiring the sight.

“Why not? I am not that old, Y/N, and trust me, I like to surround myself with a good quality,” Rogers whispered right in your ear from behind.

You didn’t even notice when his hands were wrapped around your waist tightly, you only hummed at the unexpected touch of his large palms and muscular chest nuzzling to your back. “Come on, it’s cold here, as I mentioned before my heater isn’t working, too,” Steve said, “Follow me, Y/N. It should be better in bed, I bet the blanket is still warm.”

He grabbed your palm and pulled you to his bed. As soon as you sat on a soft mattress, Steve joined you, wrapping woolen blanket around both of you.

“Mmmm, it’s so soft, and warm,” you purred, leaning your back against Steve’s chest. “Much better. I just hope Tony will finally do something with heating or we will freeze to death.”

You heard him laugh, his voice made your heart skipped a beat. You closed your eyes, trying to warm yourself up.

“Will you tell me about that nightmare, Y/N?,” Steve asked suddenly, his voice sounded gently. You found it so cute of him that he always was trying to figure out your problems. Steve was particularly the only person from the entire team that you got along so well with.

“Winter Soldier,” you responded simply, “I dreamt about him chasing me, again,” you sighed deeply.

“Shush, Y/N,” he said in that strong voice of his, “S.H.I.E.L.D. will find him soon, I guess,” he ensured.

“Maybe, but what will happen if they won’t?,” you turned your head to face him.

“Then I’ll make sure you’re safe, just like the others,” he cupped your face with his palms, rubbing his thumbs against your cheeks, “There’s nothing you should be worry about for now. Everything’s okay, Y/N, trust me.”

You nodded, exhaling a shaky breath. “I do,” you stated, “I always do.”

You nuzzled to his warm body, humming softly under your breath. Oh, he was so warm!

In the darkness of his room your cuddles were felt like a little touch of heaven, warm, together, cozy. You wished you could extend the night just so you could stay close to Steve for longer, safe in his strong embrace. His arms wrapped right around you brought a peace you've never known before, a calming of the storms in your heart, soul, mind. In his embrace you started to believe that there was nothing out there to fear, that all there was, was sunshine, beautiful trees and only good things to happen.

“Steve, can I be honest with you?,” you asked suddenly, opening your eyes and stretching a bit in his arms.

“Yes,” Rogers looked you right in the eye, he was visibly interested.

“Your cuddles are the only medicine I need, they are the light in the darkness, a lone star in an otherwise empty sky. I feel so safe when you’re around.”

You put both hands on his chest, supporting yourself, and you leant to him to place a warm, needy kiss to his beautiful, full lips.

Firstly, you were afraid he will push you away but nothing like this happened. Instead, his muscular arms were wrapped around you and second later, Steve was pulling you as closer as he only could. He deepen the kiss, your tongues were dancing together for a short while before you had to pull to take a breath.

You panted, trying to calm your heartbeat. You looked at Steve and he was only smiling at you, a little blush on his cheeks made him look like an embarrassed teenager. You only smirked at him and put head to his chest, listening to his heart.

Steve pulled the blanket tighter around two of you to make you feel comfortable.

“You’re a good kisser,” he praised with a grin, and you felt like a blush spread against your face.

You grabbed the hem of blanket and pulled it onto your head. “Bye, I’m gonna hide, you’re making me blush, Steve!”

He laughed warmly. “And that’s how I like you the most,” Steve purred.