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[avengersnthings]

I wish that I was friends with Sam Wilson because he looks like he gives the best hugs and advice (which we already knew). Like if I was feeling down, I want the ability to go over to his house and sit on his couch, have him make me a cup of tea, sit down next to me and ask “wanna talk about it?” I just want that.

[meganlpie]

Fic Recs (March 27th)

Here we again! New fic recs for you lovelies!! 

“The Brit and The Hunter” written by @little-red-83. Evan Owens returns the bunker where she meets Mick Davies of the British Men of Letters. (SPN. I usually only read reader inserts, but I absolutely LOVED this and I can’t wait for the 2nd part.) 

“Carefree Confessions” written by @roxy-davenport. The reader gets drunk with Sam and confesses her feelings for Crowley in the back of a very rowdy taxi. (SPN, Humor)

“It Takes an Accident” written by @iwillbeinmynest. The reader hates their soulmate mark until the day Pietro runs into them. At 894 meters a second. (Avengers, fluffy soulmate AU)

“Meet the Ketch’s” written by @faith-in-dean. The reader and her husband, Arthur Ketch, meet the Winchesters and Castiel. (SPN. I’m so far in the Ketch trashcan, it’s not even funny.) 

“Geekchic” written by @tryingtobeanimaginesblog. The reader is something of a geek and Snart takes an interest in them (Legends of Tomorrow, fluffy humor.)

“The Mysterious Girl” written by @avengersnthings. Loki is taken to Midgard against his will where he meets a girl he takes an interest in, especially because she doesn’t speak. (Avengers, slightly angsty fluff)

“A Good Reason” written by @not-moose-one-shots. Crowley and the reader get into an argument, leading Crowley to admit certain feelings he’s been keeping under wraps. (SPN, angst)

“Excuses, Excuses” written by @imagineangryspacegrump. Bones keeps finding excuses to keep the reader from their job in engineering. (Star Trek, angsty fluff)

“Electricity” written by @devynwright-writesimagines. The reader tries to join their brother Barry for lunch only to spend time with Julian instead. (The Flash, fluff)

“The Set Up” written by @atari-writes. Joanna and Jim try to set up Bones and the reader when they go to her candy shop. (Star Trek, AU fluff)

“Titles” written by @waytooinlovewithdeanwinchester. Dean messes up when he introduces the reader as an old hunting partner instead of his girlfriend. (SPN, slight angst)

“Meeting You Was Fate” written by @of-badges-and-guns. Sonny and the reader bump into each other again and again. Sonny starts to think it’s fate. (Law&Order: SVU, fluff with a teeny bit of angst.)

There you have it, lovelies! A new list of fics I’ve enjoyed! Happy Reading and Lots of love!

-Meg

[avengersnthings]

See (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Request: Just heard requests are open. I was hoping if I could get a fanfiction of Steve Rogers x reader where she is also an avenger and somehow develops feelings for him. One day she decides to confess and when she does Steve is lost for words, thinking he doesn't like her she runs into her room and stays there for days and grows distant towards Steve. In the end Steve confesses to her and ends up with something steamy 🙃 and a sarcastic comment from Tony lol

Requested By: @evelynrosestuff

Word Count: 3,367

Warnings: Angst, like one swear word

A/N: My requests are open, so send them in! I hope you all enjoy this.

Tag List:  @mp938368 @generalantiope @thatgirlsar @jumperswellies @quicksoldier @kitkatgaming @marvelfandom-stuff @itsmaytimetosaygoodbye @agentraven007 @marvelgoateecollection @thaniya82 @thats-so-rhyan @hymnofthevalkyrie @themcuhasruinedme @themanwiththemetalarm @mslaufeyson @thisismysecrethappyplace @jackiehollanderr @nayr9e @shaydeevee-blog @mxria-hill @littlelonewolfgirl

MASTERLIST

The mission had gone smoothly; well, as smoothly as missions for the Avengers go. The team made it out with minimal injuries, only a couple of bruises and cuts here and there. Overall, a very successful mission. Before you knew it, the quinjet was ascending through the clouds leaving the French Alps behind.

“Good job, everyone,” Steve commended the team while taking his helmet off, leaving pieces of blonde hair sticking up in tufts. “That should be the last of the HYDRA bases in France.”

“That we know of,” Clint grumbled, putting up his legs across the adjacent seat next to him.

“If they would just stop appearing out of the woodwork like cockroaches then maybe we could get some much needed vacation time,” Natasha chuckled, pushing Clint’s legs back to the ground and taking their spot. Clint rolled his eyes before returning his legs back to their spot, this time on top of her thighs.

You nodded in agreement as you pushed a button so that the pilot’s seat swiveled to face the team. “Well, y’know what they say: ‘Cut off one head, two more shall take its place.’” You shivered in disgust at the thought of more enemies to face. Just like Nat, you all needed a break.

“If only we had some way to tell where they were,” Tony gave you a pointed look.

You threw up your hands in defense. “Hey, you know my visions don’t work like that. I can only see when they decide to make a move. I’m not some radar that just pings every time we get near a base.”

“Would sure be nice if you did, though,” Tony smirked before shutting his eyes to doze off. You could feel your face heat up in embarrassment. Sure, you weren’t the strongest or most intelligent member of the Avengers, but your visions did help, right?

“Don’t listen to him, Doll,” Steve comforted while taking the co-pilot’s seat next to you. He placed one of his large hands over your small one and gave you a smile that always made you weak in the knees. Oh, god, here we go again. You could feel your cheeks begin to flush once more as Steve looked into your eyes. It was so difficult to bury your feelings for the Captain when he looked at you like this. “Your visions help us out a lot more than we could ever explain.”

Your eyes dropped down to his hand when he lightly squeezed yours. “Er, thanks. I just wish I could be of more help to the team.”

“You are a tremendous help, Doll,” Steve reassured. “You have saved all of our asses more than once because of your visions. I mean, Clint would be in pieces right now if you hadn’t seen that HYDRA agent going to detonate the bomb next to the wall that he was near.”

“True that,” Clint interjected as he rearranged the arrows in his quiver. 

“You should give yourself more credit,” Steve whispered to you. “I know I do.”

There. Right there. It’s things like that that send shivers down your spine and make you want to melt into a puddle. Did he not realize how charming he was, all the goddamn time?

You couldn’t help the small smile that graced your lips at his kind words. “Thanks, Steve. It means a lot to me.”

Before Steve could say another word, Scott started whining from the back of the quinjet. “Ugh, c’mon. Stupid phone. I just want to check the weather!” 

“(Y/N) should know,” Tony smirked at you. “O Great and Powerful (Y/N), will it be rain or shine when we arrive back home? Or do your visions not cover meteorology?”

You loved Tony, you really did, but sometimes his snide comments about your visions really got under your skin. You could feel your eyes shift focus on the near future to check the weather before you could help yourself. You didn’t want to answer Tony’s question. You weren’t a weatherman. 

“Looks like a 100% chance of me kicking your ass when we get home, Bucket-Head,” You snapped before pressing the button once more for your chair to swivel back to the controls. Loud guffaws sounded behind you, and you couldn’t help the small smirk that replaced your smile. Switching auto-pilot off, you took control of the quinjet to fly the team home.

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Thankfully, everything was quiet on the horizon of the next couple of weeks for the team. While you were constantly watching for decisions to be made by HYDRA that would send the team into action, everything returned to a sort-of normalcy around the Avenger’s compound. Most of the team got their much-needed vacation and either spent their days lounging on the couch or at some special resort that Tony had managed to book at the last minute. While most went, a few members of the team stayed behind to enjoy the peace and quiet that the compound held. The empty base only housed you, Wanda, Steve, and Bucky whilst the rest were whisked away to the resort. You found yourself relaxing on Wanda’s bed, flipping through some magazine while she cleaned her room and ranted to you. Well, more like about you.

“I just don’t get it, (Y/N). Why don’t you just tell him about your feelings?”

It was the same conversation that she kept bringing up. Wanda was always saying that Steve had liked you, maybe even loved you. She just didn’t understand why you didn’t tell him.

“Well, for one, he doesn’t like me like that. Second, I’m not the type of girl who just professes their love to people. I guess I’m old fashioned, that way.”

“But can’t you just see if it will work out?” She groaned and flopped down on the bed next to you.

Sighing, you put down your magazine next to you. “You know it doesn’t work like that. I can only see when somebody decides something.”

“Well, then decide,” Wanda shrugged. 

You cocked an eyebrow up at her. “What?”

She shifted onto her elbow so she could look down at you. “Decide to tell Steve about your feelings. That way, you should know the outcome!”

Sighing, you pulled yourself up into a sitting position. “That won’t work. Even if I did decide to tell Steve how I feel- which I’m not saying I will- I still wouldn’t know the outcome. The vision would be too blurry, too out of focus. Only half of the image would be clear, my half. I still wouldn’t be able to see what Steve would say because he would have to make the decision at that moment.”

“Why don’t you just decide and try to see what will happen? If your vision starts becoming clearer, then you know what the outcome will be, right?”

“I don’t know,” You brought your bottom lip between your teeth, biting gently on it. “I would be practically going in blind. It would be really uncomfortable.” You had always relied on your visions. You couldn’t remember a time you didn’t have the ability to look towards the future. To know what paths folded out before you, which actions would lead to certain consequences. The idea of taking this part away from you felt alien and unnatural.

“Well, that’s how the rest of us feel,” Wanda chuckled. 

“Really?” The idea of you going in blind just kept getting worse. 

“Yeah, none of us know what will happen, but that’s just life, I guess.”

“I don’t know, Wanda...” You worried.

“Okay, how about this,” Wanda sat up. “How about you decide to tell him. I will talk to Bucky about trying to get Steve to admit that he likes you to himself. That way, you can still try to look for the future and whichever feels like the best path, you take it. How does that sound?”

You never tried to out-think the future like this before. It may just work! “Okay, I’ll try it.”

“Great! Now, let’s strategize over some takeout. Chinese or Thai?” She asked, picking up her phone. 

Looking towards the two paths that stretched out before you, you made the decision. “Thai. I have a feeling that Chinese would lead to us not feeling so great in the morning.”

“Your wish is my command, O Great and All-Seeing (Y/N),” joked Wanda as she placed the order.

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This whole ‘going in blind’ thing sucked. It didn’t help that with every turn of the corner, you seemed to be bumping into Steve.

The man was everywhere. Every time you went to the kitchen, he was there. Gym? Yep, there was Steve punching the boxing bag, sweat glistening on his muscles. Living room? Sure enough, Steve was lounging on the couch watching some old-timey movie and opening his arms inviting you in. You couldn’t get rid of the man even if you tried. 

Not only that, but every time you were around him you were peering into the future to see if the timing was right. The picture never became clearer, never came into focus. Between watching for the right moment to confess your feelings to Steve and watching for HYDRA to make their next move, you had a serious headache.

The pounding in your head wouldn’t stop, not even for the sweet release of sleep. Deciding that a calming cup of jasmine tea might do the trick, you made your way towards the kitchen. Setting the kettle on the stove, you leaned back on the counter and began to rub circles on your temples. Try as you may, the pounding would not abate. You closed your eyes to the present, but that didn’t help either.

“Headache?”

Oh no. You recognized that husky voice anywhere. Your heart leaped into overdrive and your eyes snapped open to reveal Steve in sweatpants and a tight blue shirt. You loved the color blue on him.

“Yeah,” You replied, snapping out of you staring at him. “Thought I’d make some tea to see if it will help.”

“I’ve got it, you sit down,” Steve motioned for you to sit just as the kettle began whistling. Grabbing a mug from the cabinet, he poured the hot liquid. “Jasmine?”

“Yes, and-”

“Two scoops of sugar,” Steve finished your sentence, placing the mug of hot tea in front of you. God, he was perfect. He even knew how you liked your tea. “Want to talk about it?”

Sipping on the tea, you felt the calming sensation pour through your body. “It’s nothing, really.”

“HYDRA?” Steve’s voice grew heavy with worry. 

“No, not them. Just something that Wanda asked me to look out for,” You tried to avoid the topic of what exactly she asked you to watch for.

“Well, if you want to talk about it, I’m here,” Steve gave you a warm smile. And just like that, the image of the future seemed to become a little bit clearer. The vision sharpened around the blurry form of Steve, bringing him into focus. Your heart sped up at this realization. It was now or never.

“Actually, there is something I want to talk to you about,” You set your mug down on the counter.

“Anything,” Steve turned his body to give you his full attention now. His blue eyes pierced your very being with the intensity of his focus. 

“Okay, well, umm...” Your heartbeat was pounding in your ears. With every passing beat of your heart, the image became clearer. You could begin to make out Steve’s expression in the future. Before you could change your mind, you blurted out the words. “Steve, I love you.”

Silence. That’s what you were met with, silence echoing in the air. Steve made no movement, only the slight rise and fall of his chest to let you know that he was still breathing. Your heart seemed to plummet into your stomach as the path that you just chose sharpened in your mind.

“Er, I gotta go,” You stumbled back from the chair at the counter. The hot tears welling behind your eyes were threatening to spill over. “I can see that my mom is about to call me, so I- yeah.”

You bolted from the room, leaving your tea behind. Trying to hold back the tears, you made your way through the labyrinth that was the compound to the safety of your room. The image of Steve just standing there, no expression on his face accentuated the tears that began to prick your eyes. You whipped your door open just as fast as you slammed it shut before crumpling into a heap on the ground. The tears spilled over your cheeks as sobs racked though your chest. Going in blind was a stupid idea. Telling Steve that you loved him was even worse.

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It had been days since you confessed your feelings to the Captain. You rarely left your room, only sneaking out for food when you deemed that the coast was clear. The only time you used your sight was to determine which paths towards the kitchen would lead you to bumping into Steve. Whichever ones echoed the most misery you avoided. 

Wanda had tried to talk to you. Every time she knocked on your door, you either yelled at her to go away or just flat-out ignored her. Soon enough she resorted to calling and texting you. You weren’t sure when you shut off your phone and stuffed it under your mattress so it was out of sight. You knew that you were being mean and unfair to her. She just wanted to help, afterall. But you just wanted to lay in your bed in misery for a little while longer.

Wanting a change in scenery, you decided to turn the TV on and flip through the channels. Nothing caught your attention, and soon enough you turned it back off when you recognized the black and white movie that was playing on one of the channels. It was the same one you cuddled up to Steve under the blanket and watched with him in the living room.

Shoving the remote under your mattress to join your phone, you could feel the tears threaten to spill over for the hundredth time. Before you could give in to them, a knock sounded at your door.

“Go away, Wanda,” You grumbled, putting a pillow over your head to block out her knocking. “I told you, I don’t want to talk.”

“It’s not Wanda.”

There it was, that husky voice that still made you want to melt into a puddle even after all of the hurt you’ve been through. 

“Will you please open the door, (Y/N)? I just want to talk,” Steve’s voice reverberated through the wood.

“I-I’m not sure that’s such a good idea,” You mumbled.

“Please,” You heard the soft thud of Steve resting his forehead on the door. “I miss you.”

He missed you? You were almost positive that he would never want to talk to you again. Your confession destroyed whatever friendship you had. 

“Just open the door,” Steve said. “You don’t have to say anything, just listen. I miss my best friend.”

Best friend? Before you could focus on the future before you, you opened your door to reveal a very sad-looking Steve.

Immediately, Steve’s eyes softened at the sight of you. Hair up in a messy bun and day-old sweats on, he was probably revolted at what he saw. “Oh, Doll-”

He moved to hug you, but you placed your hands on his firm chest to stop him from enveloping you in his arms. “Don’t. It will hurt too much.”

His face fell and was replaced with a look of hurt. “I am so sorry.”

Sorry? What was he sorry for? Not loving you? You couldn’t blame him for that, you supposed. “For what?”

“For ruining everything,” Steve’s hand found one of yours and gripped it tightly in his own. 

“You didn’t ruin anything,” You tried to pull your hand from his strong grasp, but he wasn’t letting go. “I did. I should have never told you. Then we could at least still be friends.”

“No, I ruined it. Now will you please stop trying to pull your hand away from me and just listen for a second?” Steve demanded, catching your attention. You would listen to him, no matter how painful his words would be. You needed a clean break from Steve Rogers, so that you could maybe heal one day. “I love you.”

What? The confusion you felt must have read clearly on your face because Steve lept into an explanation. “I love you so much, and I ruined everything because I just stood there like an idiot and didn’t say anything. I was so shell-shocked that you loved me too that I didn’t know what to say until I saw you running back to your room. Then you kept avoiding me these past couple of days and I knew I ruined everything. I am so sorry, (Y/N), for letting you think that I didn’t love you for the past couple of days. But, Doll, I’m here to tell you that that can’t be farther from the truth.”

You didn’t see that coming. Steve, your Steve, loved you? 

“Say something, Doll,” Steve shifted his weight onto his other leg. “Am I too late? Do you not love me anymore?”

That snapped you out of it. “Not love you anymore? I don’t think I could do that even if I tried.”

“Really?” Steve’s eyes grew wide with hope. “You still love me, even after I almost ruined everything?” He wrapped his hands around your waist, drawing you closer to his chest. 

“Yes,” You could feel your face warming with the heat of excitement.

“I need to hear you say it, Doll,” Steve whispered to you, nudging his nose with yours as he leaned in.

“I love you, Steve.”

“I love you, (Y/N),” He breathed out before crashing his lips onto yours. It was better than you could ever expect, the feeling of his lips enveloping yours. The heat that spread through your body is what surprised you the most. The heat of his lips pressed against yours. The heat of his hands on your lower back, pulling you into his warm chest as he tightly gripped the loose fabric of your shirt. The heat that spread from your head all the way down to your toes, warming you up in the presence of Steve. As his lips moved from your lips down to your neck, the vision that formed in your mind left you almost as breathless as Steve’s kiss did.

The future that spanned before you was bright and full of color. You watched yourself being together with Steve, your two futures melding into one. You saw the many nights spent together, holding each other and whispering sweet nothings in the other’s ears. You saw your fingers gripping tightly onto his blonde locks, tugging in pleasure as his mouth worked his way down your body. You saw the two of you fighting back to back, protecting each other in what looked like to be a harrowing battle. You saw yourself in white, walking towards Steve down a long aisle. Images of your intertwined futures flashed before your eyes. Your hands with wedding bands interlocked. A tangle of legs in messy sheets as the morning sun shined through a window. A growing belly with Steve’s large hands placed protectively around the bump. Steve teaching your child how to ride a bike as the child shrieked “Mommy, look! I’m doing it!” The two of you growing old together, gray hair replacing his blonde locks. It was beautiful.

“I love you so much, (Y/N),” Steve murmured against your skin, holding you tighter against him. “I just don’t get how you couldn’t see that.”

Pulling away slightly, you looked up into his steady blue eyes that held so much love for you. Cupping his cheek in your hand, you thought back to the vision of you two together. “I do now,” You smiled, pulling him in for another kiss that was sure to be followed by many, many more. 

[avengersnthings]

Nerves (Sam Wilson x Reader)

Request: hey!! can i request sam wilson x reader and he introduces her to the avengers for the first time and he is so in love with her:) & super fluffy! 💓

Requested By: @buckybarton03​

Word Count: 1,561

Warnings: None

A/N: It’s been a while since I’ve written about Sam, so I hope you all enjoy it! Just a reminder, my requests are now open. Enjoy!

Tag List: @mp938368 @generalantiope @thatgirlsar @jumperswellies @quicksoldier @kitkatgaming @marvelfandom-stuff @itsmaytimetosaygoodbye @agentraven007 @marvelgoateecollection @thaniya82 @thats-so-rhyan @hymnofthevalkyrie @themcuhasruinedme @themanwiththemetalarm @mslaufeyson @thisismysecrethappyplace @jackiehollanderr @nayr9e @shaydeevee-blog @mxria-hill @littlelonewolfgirl

MASTERLIST

“Sam, pull over,” You could feel your stomach rolling with every turn of the steering wheel.

“Why? What’s wrong?” Sam glanced at you from the corner of his eye, hands already tugging the car to the side of the road.

“I’m going to be sick,” You just barely got out of the car before you ruined the upholstery. Putting the car in park, Sam jumped out of the driver’s seat and made his way around to where you stood next to the grassy field, hands on your knees. Nothing was coming up, but the nausea still made your head spin.

“Are you okay?” He gently pat your back, rubbing soothing circles between your shoulder blades. “Was it the fast food that we stopped for a little while back? Y’know, I thought that sandwich smelled a bit off.”

“It’s not the sandwich, Sam,” You kept taking deep breaths in through your nose, out through your mouth. With every fresh gulp of air, the toiling in your stomach calmed down. 

“Then what is it?” Sam grabbed his water bottle from the car, unscrewing the cap before handing it to you. You graciously took it from your boyfriend, sipping on the cool water. 

“Well...” You trailed off, taking another drink. What were you supposed to say? That you were scared stiff at the very thought of meeting the Avengers? That you were sure they would all hate you and want you to leave your boyfriend of 7 months? Tell you that you weren’t good enough for their close friend and ally?

“You can tell me anything, Babe,” Sam’s warm brown eyes met yours. That look, along with the water and fresh air put an end to your nausea. Nodding, you made your way back to the car so that you could sit down in the air conditioning. Sam followed behind you, shutting his door shut before turning towards you. “Now, what’s got my Babygirl’s stomach all upset?”

You had to tell him, no matter how embarrassing it was. “What if they don’t like me, Sam?”

“Who?” His eyebrow raised in question.

You rolled your eyes. “The Avengers, Sam. I’m going to meet them today and they are probably going to hate me.”

“Baby, no one could ever hate you,” He tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “Why are you so worried about this? They are going to love you.”

“But what if they don’t, Sam?” You questioned, the nausea returning. “What if they don’t think I’m good enough for you? They are practically your family. I’m not going to ask that you choose me over your family.”

“Whoah, calm down, okay?” He cupped your cheek in his hand. “You are worrying over nothing. They will absolutely love you, and you are absolutely way too good for me. Honestly, I don’t even know if I deserve you.”

You could feel your head shaking in disagreement. “You are perfect for me. Don’t say that.”

“See?” Sam gave you a small grin. “That’s exactly how I feel about you. You are perfect for me. Besides, it’s silly for you to worry about these things. They may be my family, but you’re my family now, too.”

Sam’s kind words drove home, and the nausea was soon replaced with butterflies at the thought of you and Sam being a family. “Really?”

“Absolutely,” Sam leaned over the center console and placed a kiss on your forehead. “Let’s get back to driving. We don’t want to be late.”

“Okay,” You sighed, buckling your seatbelt. The rest of the drive to the Avengers compound went by fast, a little too fast for your liking. While Sam’s words and gentle squeezes of your hand helped to calm down your nerves, they never fully went away. By the time that the compound came into view, you thought you were going to be sick all over again. 

“Just breathe, (Y/N),” Sam smiled at you, turning the car off. “They are going to love you.”

“Sam?” You felt like your knees were going to give out as the building loomed in front of you. “Don’t let go of me, okay? I’m afraid I am going to fall if you do.”

“I’ve got you, Babygirl,” Sam’s fingers intertwined with yours as the two of you made your way towards the door. “I’ll always be right here.”

The foyer of the compound was sleek and clean. Windows were everywhere, bringing in the bright sunlight from outside. Sam led you through the compound, passing the gym, laboratory, and kitchen before the two of you entered the living room where the team waited. Just before you walked in, Sam pressed a loving kiss on your hairline, right beside your ear, whispering “They will love you, just as much as I do.”

That little reassurance from him is what propelled you through the entryway into the living room. The team lounged on various furniture strewn throughout the room. Natasha, Tony, and Bruce sat on the long black couch, flipping through various television channels. Wanda had her feet tucked under her on the floor, leaning against the recliner where Vision sat playing with her hair. Clint leaned against the floor to ceiling length windows, watching the birds fly through the air. Steve and Bucky were the first to greet you, seeing as they were the closest to the entryway and because they were the closest to Sam. 

“(Y/N), I want you to meet Steve. He’s the one that got me into the Avengers, as you know,” Sam introduced you to Steve, keeping a hold on your hand the entire time. 

“It’s so nice to meet you, (Y/N),” Steve extended his hand for you to shake. Your hand seemed so small compared to his that enveloped yours. “We’ve been dying to meet you.”

“Thank you,” You could feel the small smile that graced your lips. “It’s an honor meeting Sam’s ‘work-family.’”

The team chuckled at the terminology that you used. In all honesty, they were much more than just a work-family. Any group this tight-knit was bound to view each other as a brother or sister. Sam’s smile only grew as he introduced you to everyone around the room. 

“Breaking out the spring colors, are we, Buck?” Sam joked, circling his arm around your waist as he introduced you to the man in all dark grey. 

Bucky scowled at Sam before turning to you. His scowl was replaced with a small smile at the sight of you. “Nice to meet you, (Y/N). Though, I feel as if I already know you since Sam doesn’t ever shut up about you.”

“Er-thanks?” You chuckled at the death-glare Sam was giving Bucky. You made your way around the room, Sam introducing you to each Avenger. They all were very kind and welcoming to you, which relieved some of the stress you felt. Nat even hugged you.

“Welcome to the family, (Y/N),” She said before enveloping you in a tight hug. 

The rest of the evening went rather smoothly as the team got to know you personally. Asking where you were from, what you did for a living, what’s your favorite band, and a million other questions that spanned through the night. By the time that 10 o’clock struck, the team was starting to break out the bottles of liquor to start up some party game that Tony had invented.

“I think (Y/N) and I are gonna turn in, actually,” Sam interjected before Tony could pour the two of you a shot. “What with driving all day, we are both pretty tired.”

“Boo,” Tony pouted, pouring a shot for you anyways before drinking it himself. “Well, if you change your mind, we all will be here.”

“Don’t have too much fun, now,” Nat smirked, taking a swig from the bottle that Clint and her were sharing. 

Sam just waved her off before pulling you to your feet and leading you to his room in the compound. Just like his apartment back in D.C., Sam’s room was sprinkled with bits of his personality. A stray leather jacket here, a pair of jogging shoes there. The room even smelled just like it did back home. Whatever nerves you had left over from the day disappeared at the comforting scent of Sam. The two of you quickly changed into your pajamas before collapsing onto the bed. You were exhausted.

“Today wasn’t so bad, was it?” Sam pulled back the sheets and climbed in. He opened his arms up for you to snuggle into his chest, just like you did every night back home. You gladly accepted the offer.

“No, it was actually a good day,” You nuzzled your nose into the soft cotton t-shirt that Sam wore. “Guess I was worried for nothing.”

“I told you, Babygirl,” Sam chuckled. Looking down at you, Sam could see the sleep in your eyes and how exhausted you were. “You know I love you, right?”

“No, I actually forgot,” You hummed in content. “Remind me?”

Sam grinned in the dark as he leaned down to capture your lips. The kiss was soft and sweet. It reminded you of home. “I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, Sam,” You barely got out the words before your eyes fluttered shut, content with the little family that was made up of you and Sam.

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26 Going On 16 (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request:  🕸 How about Peter is standing at the altar but not as the groom. He always had feelings for (Name) but never got to tell her, in fear of putting them in trouble. After (Name) marries someone else, Peter makes a stop by his apartment to collect himself before going to the party-now regretting not telling (Name) his feelings. He lays on his couch before falling asleep and when he wakes up, discovers that he's a teen again in his old room and he hears (Name) knocking on his door to wake up. When he looks at his phone to see the date, he notices two things. One, (Name) was single because they still hadn’t meet their spouse and two, Peter realized that he had a second chance with (Name). So pretty much a “13 going on 30” type of thing but only reversed plus a twist.

Requested By: Anonymous

Word Count: 3,311

Warnings: Angst, maybe like one swear word

A/N: I know I haven’t written in a very long time, but I finally wanted to write something and I received this AMAZING request! I loved writing this and got a little carried away, I wrote a bit more than what the request asked for. I couldn’t help myself! Plus, I think this is the longest piece of work I’ve written! Well, I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it. **gif not mine, found it on Google. Creds to the creator!**

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Peter’s heart raced inside his chest. He couldn’t believe that today was finally here. There he stood, up at the altar, decked out in a tuxedo with light blue flowers pinned to his lapel. He could feel his palms growing sweaty as the entire congregation turned their heads towards the back of the small church. Peter quickly wiped his palms against his pant leg, trying to rid himself of the excess moisture. Slowly, everyone in the pews rose at once, the piano singing out the first few notes. Then, it happened, the church doors swung open to reveal the most beautiful thing in the world: you.

You were absolutely stunning, of course. An absolute vision in white, the dress almost matching your radiant smile. Peter could feel the tears begin to pool in his eyes, but he took a deep breath to calm himself. He wouldn’t allow himself to cry. He wouldn’t waste a single second on tears that would cloud his vision of you. You slowly marched down the aisle, train billowing behind you as your father led you towards the altar with you on his arm. Your eyes met Peter’s, and your smile seemed to grow even wider once you saw your best friend. Climbing the steps of the altar, you threw Peter a wink. Peter couldn’t help the small laugh that bubbled out of his chest. You were perfect.

“Wish me luck,” you mouthed the words to Peter as your father placed a kiss on her cheek.

“Good luck,” He mouthed back, this time unable to hold back the tears any longer. Peter watched your father take your hand and place it in the open palm of your intended. He took your hand as he led you closer to where the officiant stood. 

“Oh, I almost forgot,” You giggled, before turning back towards Peter. He could have sworn that his heart was going to leap out of his chest. You looked even more beautiful up close, your rouged lips curling into a smile that you reserved only for Peter- his smile. “Can you hold these for me?”

All he could do was nod, taking the beautiful bouquet of light blue flowers from your manicured hand. Quickly, he brushed his fingers against yours to feel the smoothness of your hand. That very hand that would clean his wounds after he hurt himself during some battle, protecting the citizens of New York from the newest threat. Your touch threw him back into a long distant memory, of when you both were in high school.

“Peter, I swear you are like a magnet for trouble. How did you hurt yourself this time?” You teased, leading your best friend through your house towards the bathroom where you routinely patched him up.

“Some guys in an alley,” Peter winced at the stinging sensation of the rubbing alcohol touching the cut on his face. You mumbled a small “sorry,” and continued to clean out the wound. “They were trying to mess with this old lady.” The lie fell easily from his lips. He was getting better at this, hiding the fact that he was Spider-Man. Well, it wasn’t really a full lie, he thought. It did happen in an alley, it just wasn’t some guys that beat him up. It was rather a new eight-armed doctor that was a recent thorn in the side of Spider-Man.

“While I appreciate you being all chivalrous trying to save some old lady, but you should have called the police, Peter. You aren’t as tough as you think. You could’ve got really hurt,” Your words were chastising, but Peter knew the only reason was because you cared for him.

“I know, I’ll be safer this time. Promise,” He held out his pinky finger, and waited for you to wrap yours around his. Sighing, you placed the bandage over his cut before intertwining yours with his. Your lips curved into a smile- his smile- before grabbing onto his hand.

“C’mon, we’ve got Calculus homework calling our name.”

The booming voice of the officiant is what pulled Peter from his reverie. “I now pronounce you Husband and Wife. You may kiss the Bride.”

No! Peter yelled in his mind. This isn’t how it’s supposed to happen. He was the one supposed to be up there with you, front and center, not off to the side holding your bouquet. He was the one supposed to be kissing you, sealing your hearts together in matrimony, not him. It all happened so fast, your fiancé- now husband (Peter blanched at the word)- leaned forward and captured your lips in his. All Peter could do was stand off to the side in shock as the church erupted in applause and congratulations for the happy couple. Time seemed to slow around him and he remained frozen in his place as you and your husband raced down the aisle, eager to start your new life together.

Where did it all go wrong?

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Peter had a few hours until the reception, and he didn’t feel like celebrating. While the rest of the wedding party went out for drinks, Peter instead slinked away, complaining of a headache that wasn’t there. He promised the rest of the party that he would be back in plenty of time for the reception, he was just going to head back to his apartment for a few hours and take a quick nap to get rid of the headache.

“Don’t be gone too long, the party can’t start without the Man of Honor!” Some bridesmaid giggled, already on her second glass of champagne. Where she got it, Peter didn’t know. He didn’t care. He just wanted to be by himself.

The drive back to his apartment was uneventful. It would have been quicker if he just swung through the city with his webs, but he didn’t want to be quick. He wanted to drag out his time before he had to return to being the happy and dutiful Man of Honor for the girl of his dreams. No, Peter wanted to go back to his apartment, have a stiff drink, and pass out for a few hours of blissful nothingness.

Key turning in the lock, Peter was finally home. Kicking off his shoes, he sat on his couch. Peter felt nothing but pity and regret. For the past ten years, he has been in love with his best friend, but he was too much of a coward to admit it. He had all the time in the world to tell you his feelings before your now husband walked into your life. He even had time after that to admit his feelings to you. Hell, he even had time during the ceremony to yell “Stop! (Y/N), don’t marry him! He’s not right for you, but I am! I’m in love with you and have been for ten years, marry me instead!”

It was too late now, and it will always be too late for him. Peter could feel the bile rise in his throat at the thought of never being with you, and he almost ran to the bathroom, afraid he was about to be sick. Instead, his head pounded not with a headache, but rather with “what if’s.” Groaning, Peter flung himself back onto his couch, throwing his arm over his eyes. Instead of thinking about you marrying the wrong man and him being too much of a coward to tell you his feelings, Peter succumbed to the welcome darkness of sleep. At least there, in his dreams, he could be with you.

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Pounding on the door is what woke him up. Peter groaned, wanting to fall back asleep and avoid all of his problems. It was easier than having to go to the reception and pretend to be happy that you were married to the wrong man.

“Peter, wake up!” Your voice called from behind his door, followed by more pounding. “We are going to be late for school! If I get one more tardy, I am going to get detention and it will be all your fault!”

Peter’s eyes flashed wide open before he bolted upright on his couch. Rather, his bed, as the sight of his childhood bedroom in May’s apartment filled his view. Confusion swam through his head as he scrambled off the bed, legs entangling in his sheets, causing him to fall out of his small twin-sized bed. 

“Did you just fall out of bed, Peter? Are you even up yet? C’mon, dude, Mr. Green is going to kill me for missing Calculus again!” Your voice shouted through the wood once more. 

“Ye-yeah, I’m coming! Just give me a second!” Peter called back, shocked at the sound coming from his mouth. Gone was the deeper voice he earned after going through years of puberty. Instead, he discovered that his voice was higher-pitched and cracked regularly. What was going on?

Peter stuck his hand under his bed, fishing for his phone amongst the dirty laundry that was shoved under. His fingers found the old cracked phone that he used to own. Turning it on, Peter’s brows furrowed and then shot up once he noticed the date on the screen. 2017?

“How can this be happening?” Peter mumbled quietly to himself, dropping his phone and carding his fingers through his hair. Somehow, and he didn’t know how, Peter was back to being 16 and was no longer a 26-year old. Just like that, it was like the past ten years- or, the future ten years- no longer existed. Was this some time-fluke? Did one of the Avengers mess up the space-time continuum and reversed time by ten years? Or was this all a dream? Did you really just get married?

Peter stopped in his tracks. If he was 16 and back in his old room, then that would mean that you too are 16. That meant that you hadn’t gone off to college yet and met your fiancé. You never met him and never started dating him and never got engaged and never got married.

“I still have my chance,” Peter whispered to himself, a smile erupting onto his face. He couldn’t believe it! Somehow, by some miracle or accident, Peter was 16 and still had his chance. This time, he wouldn’t mess it up. No, he would get it right this time. He will tell you that he is Spider-Man. He will tell you his true feelings. He will pick you up and kiss you and say “I love you.”

“Peter, I swear if you don’t come out of your room in one minute I am leaving without you!” You yelled, pounding on the door.

Peter snapped out of his realizations and stood up. He was going to tell you right this minute because nothing else in the whole world mattered more than you right now. His hand found the door knob and he yanked his door open, a little too hard, and took the door off its hinges.

“Peter, oh my God, what did you do?!” You exclaimed, motioning to the now broken door in his hands. There you were, right in front of him, just as beautiful as ever. Your hair was longer, like it used to be when you were in high school, and you had your backpack slung over your shoulders.

“Doesn’t matter,” Peter breathed out before letting go of the door and taking you in his arms. He pulled you tightly into his chest, squeezing you to him as he nuzzled his face into your hair. You smelled of your favorite shampoo, and Peter wanted to hold on to you forever.

“Dude, you just yanked your door off its hinges! May is going to flip!” You admonished, slightly confused as to what was happening. You circled your arms around his waist and hugged him back. “Are you okay? You’re acting weird, despite the fact that you just broke your door.”

“I am absolutely perfect,” Peter grinned, pulling back so he could look into your confused and worried eyes.

“Are you sure? You’re not taking any steroids or drugs, right? Because a person just can’t do what you just did.”

“I’m not on any drugs, I promise. I’m so glad to see you,” He couldn’t stop smiling.

“Okay, something is definitely wrong. Are you sick?” You asked, putting your hand onto his forehead to check his temperature.

“No, I’m not sick,” Peter grabbed your hand that was resting on his forehead. Instead, he interlaced his fingers with yours. “I am absolutely, one hundred percent, positively okay. (Y/N), I love you.”

“Love you too, Pete,” You dismissed his weird outburst. “Do you need to stay home from school? I can tell Mr. Green and get your homework for you-”

“(Y/N), will you stop and just listen to me?” Peter interrupted, before taking a deep breath. “Look, I haven’t been completely honest with you these past few years. For one, I’m Spider-Man. Second-”

“You’re WHAT?” You were the one to interrupt this time, your eyes growing to the size of dinner plates. 

“Yes, I’m Spider-Man,” Peter flicked out his wrist and his web-shooter appeared, hidden underneath his sweatshirt. Webs sprayed against the wall to prove his point, and your eyes somehow got even wider. “I’ll explain more and answer your questions later, but right now I have something more important to tell you.”

“More important than revealing that you are a superhero?”

“Yes, now please listen,” Peter took both of your hands in his and looked into your eyes. “(Y/N), I love you. Not just as a friend loving another friend, but something more than that. I love you like Romeo loves Juliet. I love you like no best friend should. I love you in the way that makes me want to sweep you off your feet and take you out on cheesy dates and hold your hand and comfort you when you cry and kiss you whenever I want. (Y/N), I’m in love with you.”

Peter waited for your response, but you just stood there in shock. Your eyes darted across his face, as if you were reading a book, trying to understand the words that were just spoken to you. “Please, say something.”

“So, what you’re saying is that you love me?” You whispered, meeting his eyes.

“Very much so, yes,” He smiled nervously. “More than you could ever know.”

“Oh. Well that changes things.”

Peter could feel his heart drop the very pits of his stomach. He could feel his face fall too, and went to let go of your hands.

“No, wait!” You quickly held onto his hands tighter. “You misunderstood. It changes things because I love you too, more than a best friend should, and I never thought that you liked me and was too nervous to tell you and-”

Just like that, Peter’s heart soared from the deepest pits of his stomach. Holding your face between his hands, Peter stopped your rambling by crashing his lips on yours. He carded your fingers through your hair, pulling you as close to him as he could. It felt like Peter had been drowning his entire life, or atleast the past/future ten years, but as soon as your lips touched his, it was like he could finally breathe. He couldn’t believe it, you were here in his arms, kissing him back as if your life depended on it. 

“I love you so much, (Y/N),” Peter broke away once the need for oxygen was too great.

Looking up into his eyes, you placed your smooth hand against his cheek, drawing him back in for another kiss. “I love you too, Peter.”

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Peter was beyond nervous. He could feel his heart racing in his chest as guests milled about in the pews. Peter stood at the altar, bouncing from foot to foot as he tried to calm his nerves.

“Would you calm down, kid? You look like a little kid that really has to pee,” Tony said from behind, clasping a hand on his shoulder. A small amount of relief washed over Peter as he hugged Tony.

“I’m just too nervous, Mr. Stark. And excited,” Peter nervously chuckled as Tony clapped him on the back. 

“Don’t be, you have your whole life ahead of you. This is the beginning of a new chapter in your life, and you will be so much happier. I know I am,” Tony reassured as Pepper walked towards them, towing little Morgan behind her. 

“Someone wanted to say good luck,” Pepper smiled as she let go of Morgan’s hand. Morgan ran up to Peter, throwing herself into his waiting arms.

“Hey, aren’t you supposed to be in the back with the flowers?” Peter joked, balancing Morgan on his hip.

“I needed to tell you something,” Morgan giggled. “It’s a secret.”

“Oh yeah?” Peter quirked up an eyebrow. “I’m all ears.”

Morgan leaned in and cupped her tiny hands around her mouth so that no one else would hear what she had to say. “She looks very pretty, like a princess.”

He couldn’t help the blush that began to rise to his cheeks when he imagined you in your dress. “She does?”

“Mhm,” Morgan nodded, before scrambling down from Peter’s arms. “I’ll bring her to you!” And just like that, Morgan bolted down the aisle in her little flower girl dress to await your arrival.

“Well, that’s my cue,” Pepper sighed before enveloping Peter in a hug. “She really is beautiful.”

“See you on the other side, kid,” Tony smiled as he followed his little family.

Just then, May sidled up next to her nephew. “Your mom and dad would be so proud of you. Your uncle, too.”

“Aw, c’mon, May. No sad tears,” Peter enveloped his aunt in his arms as she tried to hide her tears.

“They aren’t sad tears, they’re happy ones,” May sniffled, dabbing under her eyes so she doesn’t ruin her makeup. “I am so proud of you, Peter, and so happy for you. She is absolutely perfect for you.”

“I hope I’m perfect for her,” Peter nervously laughed.

“Don’t be silly, of course you are,” May gently hit his shoulder. Just then, everyone seemed to settle into their spots and the pianist took her seat. “It’s time. Good luck.”

“Thanks, May,” Peter smiled, facing the doors of the church. Slowly, everyone in the pews rose and faced the doors, and the pianist began to play. Then, it happened, the church doors swung open to reveal the most beautiful thing in the world: you.

This time, Peter wasn’t standing off to the side as you marched towards the altar. No, this time he was right in the center as he watched the love of his life walk towards him. You were absolutely incredible, more stunning than the last time, whatever that was. Peter never did figure out if it was a time fluke or just a very, very bad dream. He didn’t care. All that mattered was that you were walking towards him in a beautiful white gown, smiling the smile that was only reserved for him. 

He couldn’t help the tears that decided to stream down his face. Once your father handed him your hand, he lost it. The only thing that consoled him was the fact that you were crying too, as the two of you walked towards the altar. 

“Good luck,” You mouthed the words to him, squeezing his hand as the two of you took your places before the officiant.

Peter didn’t need luck, not today. He was already the luckiest man in the world to call you his, and now, he was making you his for the rest of time. Instead, he mouthed the words “I love you,” as the officiant began the ceremony that would begin the rest of his life with you.

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So like if I decided to try writing some Avengers smut, would you guys actually read it? I've never written it before and I'm kinda scared to but I am trying to write new things. So would you guys actually read it?

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