Saw your angst post. So hears my idea and you can decline if you want to.
Bucky and reader been getting into a major arguments about how he’s been gone/ going on to many missions and reader ends up thinking he’s cheating on them. Anyways one day he comes home from one really bad mission and they fight and reader confesses and Bucky being angry in the moment says something that heist the reader’s feelings.
You can decide if you want it to stay an angst ending or have fluff one :)
hello, sorry this took so long. I hope you enjoy it, gonna be honest, it made me tear up haha.
summary - bucky shouldn't have gone on that mission.
warning - swearing, angst and maybe some heartbreak.
the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips
Y/n frowns, her eyes cast down as she stares at an old photo, focusing on the person smiling back at her, wondering where it all went wrong. One day she and Bucky were happy and in love, and now.
There’s been a cloud above their heads, and smiles turned to frowns, loving words turned nasty and hurtful. Y/n wonders if Bucky really is out on missions, wonders if he’s found someone better instead.
A sniffle fills the room, and she thinks it may be time to confront him. Y/n hears the door open, making her quickly stand up and run her hands down her face as she wipes her tears away. She straightens out her clothing, trying to make herself presentable, gently placing the photo back down before walking out of the room.
The moment she exits the room, her eyes connect with his tired blue ones before slowly taking in the dark bruises covering his gorgeous face and noticing the slight limp he has when he steps forward to place his things down. Bucky grunts, eyes moving away from Y/n’s as he heads toward the kitchen to grab a drink. Y/n nibbles on her bottom lip before making her way to the kitchen, her mouth opening and closing as she tries to find her words.
Bucky slams his fist down on the counter before swiftly turning and glaring at Y/n, “What? What could you possibly want right now?!” He runs a hand down his frustrated face, feeling the anger from his mission bleed into his relationship.
“I–I” Y/n’s brows furrow, trying to find the words she’s looking for. She begins to fumble with her fingers as his glare cuts through her.
“You what?! Can’t you see that I’m not in the mood for your bullshit right now?! I don’t see you going out and saving people!” Bucky takes a deep breath in, feeling his anger roll through him like waves, his fists clench by his side. “Why can’t you just leave me alone?! Be more like….” He pauses before turning back to his drink.
“Be more like?! Who? Who the fuck should I be more like?!… So it’s true.” Y/n shakes her head, turning and storming off to the bedroom. Stopping short as a hand wraps around her wrist, pulling her back.
“What’s true?!” Bucky’s brows furrow more, lips curling into a snarl as he glares down at the love of his life, not understanding the heartbreak she’s going through and probably never will.
“That most of your missions aren’t missions! That really you are off with someone far better, and you just proved it!” Tears begin to well up in Y/n’s eyes as she tries to pull herself free from Bucky, wanting to get far away and not hear him confess.
Bucky tightens his grip, pulling her tightly against him. “Are you fucking serious right now?! So while I’m off risking my fucking life and you do fuck all with yours, you think I’m fucking someone else?!” Bucky’s anger builds faster, not noticing the look on Y/n’s face as he breaks into a laugh. “You know what, so what if I was! I come home, and we fight. You don’t show me any fucking attention anymore.” He leans down, face lining up with Y/n’s as he stares deep into her eyes with a sneer. “So what if I was fucking someone better.”
A gasp falls from Y/n’s lips, tears freely falling now as she manages to pull free from the man she thought she once knew. “Y–you don’t mean that….” She begins to shake her head, not wanting to believe it to be true, wishing that this was all a horrible dream and that she’ll wake at any minute with a sweeter, softer Bucky comforting her. Not this monster that stands in front of her.
Bucky chuckles, turning his back on her as he gulps the rest of his beer. He shrugs, ignoring the pounding in his head as his other side, the loving side of Bucky, pounds against his mind, begging him to shut up, begging him to grab hold of her and not let her go, screaming that he only loves Y/n and he hasn’t even looked at another woman. The Bucky on the outside winces at the voices and pounding in his head whilst walking over to the couch and sitting down. He watches as Y/n leaves. Her bags are packed as she looks sadly at his emotionless face. He grunts again as the man inside him screams, heartbroken and begging to stop her.
Hello my beautiful bubs💗 so I see you added Max Burnett to your list and like to request a little angsty and fluff.
So Maybe him and reader get into a ugly and heated argument or he leaves her with no explanation like he does in the movie but then they End up fixing everything after awhile.
hey baby! I hope you like what I wrote!
summary - max left you with a word, causing you to go through many stages of heartbreak until you finally meet again after 5 years.
warning - angst, swearing, heartbreak, no happy ending.
the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips and @firefly-graphics
He told you to meet him here. You were sure of it. You had reread the address and time he sent, not wanting to disappoint him. You waited anxiously on the bed, gnawing your bottom lip as you whipped your head from the door to your phone. You turned it on and went to the messages, opening his contact.
Max❤: Meet me at our spoken place, you know what room. No, later than 12.
You looked at the time, noting it was now an hour past 12, and you were all alone. You scrolled through the messages you had sent him.
You: I’m here. 12:00 seen
You: Max? Where are you? 12:05 seen
You: Max? 12:15 seen
You stared sadly at your last message.
You: I see… You’re not coming… 1:00 message could not be delivered
You blinked back the tears, wondering if you would’ve seen the signs beforehand if you weren’t so stupidly in love. You would’ve rathered him break things off face to face instead of leaving you like this. Did he even care about you? Were you nothing to him? All these thoughts ran through your head as you stared at the wall, not bothering to wipe the tears that rolled down your cheek away. You must’ve been there for a long time because you were only brought out of your zoned-out state when someone entered the room, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder and asking if you were okay. You painfully smiled, nodding your head before leaving. You made your way home, feeling drained of all emotion, not knowing if you’ll ever feel okay again.
You slowly stripped from your clothes, turned the shower on and entered. Your head rested against the cool tile, letting the water run down your body as tears fell from your eyes. Your heart hurt more than ever, squeezing harshly inside your chest as if someone had reached inside and begun to squeeze. Your sobs filled the quietness of your apartment, showing you how alone you really were. Once you were finished with your shower, you slowly got out and dried yourself, dressing in your comfy clothes before crawling into your bed, ignoring the harsh rumbles in your stomach, begging for food, ignoring the dryness of your throat. You just wanted to close your eyes and never wake again.
It had been about five years since Max left you without a goodbye and a shattered heart. You spent the first year numb, barely living or feeling anything. Your friends and family didn’t see or hear from you, and when they did, they noticed that you barely took care of yourself. They tried convincing you to go to therapy, but you stared at them blankly. Barely even hearing a word they spoke to you.
The second year, you spent grieving. Your feelings came crashing down on you one day, and you couldn’t stop the dam from breaking. You’d cry whenever you saw something that reminded you of him, and you’d cry if you saw his name or someone who looked like him. You’d cry when you came home and saw things he had gifted you or the jumper he had left behind. The people in your life were still worried, but they were relieved you were at least feeling something now, taking more care of yourself than the previous year.
And now we are here. For the remaining years, you became cold, heartless, and mean. You had built walls so damn high around your heart that no one could penetrate it. This is what caused the meeting you walked into. Your friends and family sat in your loungeroom as you walked into your apartment, staring at you worriedly. Throwing excuses that they care about you, they're worried about your well-being, and that you need to get help. You left, slamming the door behind you and heading to the closet bar. You sat on the stool and ordered a whiskey, needing something strong. You barely took notice of the man sitting beside you, rolling your eyes as other seats were available.
“I didn’t think I’d ever see you drink whiskey.” You scowled, knowing who was now sitting beside you by the voice. Max smirked, leaning against the counter. “What, no hug?” You skulled the rest of your drink, slamming the glass down before slowly turning toward him, noticing the smug look on his face.
You smirk, causing his brows to furrow as confusion takes over his features before you raise your fist and slam it into his face, hearing the crunch of his nose. You slam some bills down onto the counter and begin to walk off, exiting the bar to get as far away from that asshole as possible. You rolled your eyes, clenching your jaw, when you heard him following behind you. “Hey! Wait up!” You don’t. You just pick up your pace until he grabs hold of your arm and spins you, quickly raising his hands as you go to punch him again. “I just want to talk.”
“Talk?” You growl, stepping closer to the man. “Now you just want to talk? After five fucking years, you finally want to fucking talk?!” You scream, punching his chest until he grabs your wrists and stares at you. You huff, glaring at him. “I don’t want to talk, Max. I want you to fuck off. I want to return to five years ago and get the shattered pieces of my heart back.” You lick your lips, “I want to go back to before I met you so that I could have never met you and fallen for your stupid words and your stupid face. I want to be me again, but guess what? I can’t! Because I fell for you.”
He raises a brow, gulping as he continues to stare at you. He took in how beautiful you had gotten and how your sweet scent wafted through the air and into his nose. He missed you and feels it’s too late to make it up to you, but god, he will try his hardest too. “Are you done?”
“Let me go, you asshole.” You growl. You wouldn’t let him back in. You couldn’t. You don’t know if you’ll survive another heartbreak and aren’t willing to try.
“Just listen to me, okay? I’ve been looking for you for five years.” You scoff, rolling your eyes at his words. “It’s true, goddamit, Y/n! Will you just fucking listen to me.”
“Or what? What are you going to do, huh? What’s worse than you pretending to fucking love me and then leaving me without so much of a word?” Your glare sharpens, desperately wanting to get far away from him.
“For fuck sake! I didn’t pretend to fucking love you! I still fucking love you! I didn’t have a fucking choice, okay?!” Your brows furrow, wondering what the fuck he means by that. Max sighs. “They were onto you and me. They threatened to hurt you if I met or even spoke to you. It took me four years to get away from them, to get them off my radar. You disappeared. I’ve been looking for you to ensure they didn’t do anything. Fuck! I didn’t want to fucking hurt you!”
You shake your head, not wanting to believe him. You couldn’t. Sure, you still had some love for him, but you couldn’t put yourself through that again. Max cups your cheeks, looking into your eyes with his tear-filled ones. “Please, just give me a chance… Even as a friend, I just… Please, I need to have you in my life.” You shrug against him, stepping back and away from him.
“I don’t know… Maybe in another life, but I don’t know if I can put myself through that again.” You swallow the sob that tries to pass your lips before turning away from him and walking away, holding back the tears that want to fall.
“Y/n! Please!” He cries vision blurred with tears as he watches you leave him like he left you.
Heyy bubs💗 Okay so based on this: tattoo artist! Lloyd x reader. Like you said he'd fall, and he'd fall hard lol. Maybe it's like readers first tattoo or something but I just have a tattoo artist! Lloyd stuck in my head 😵💫
hello baby! thank you for being my first kofi supporter. I love you so much! I hope you like what I wrote.
summary - you get your first tattoo done by one handsome lloyd hansen.
the gif isn't mine, divider by @newlips
You were beautiful. Lloyd couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t understand how someone as innocent and small looking as you would enter his shop, but you did, and he couldn’t control how fast his heart was beating. You were standing behind the counter wearing a tiny checkered brown buttoned dress with little white sneakers and gold heart earrings. Your big innocent eyes looked up at him, gnawing your plump bottom lip as you rocked on your heels.
“H–Hi… I’m here for my two o’clock.” Lloyd gives you a soft smile, nodding his head.
“Hello, little one.” He smirks as your cheeks turn rosy pink, chewing harder on your bottom lip. “I’m Lloyd, and I hope your okay with me doing your tattoo.” You nod, blinking up at him. He grins, opening the little door for you to walk through. “If I remember correctly, you wanted a butterfly design under your breast?” You nod again, becoming shy at the thought of this handsome man seeing an intimate area. As you reach his station, he gestures for you to take a seat and gives you a comforting smile as he begins to prepare everything. “I want you to know that this is completely professional, and if you want to stop or for me to get a female to do this, just let me know. Okay?”
“Okay… I’m sorry, I’m just really nervous… It’s my first tattoo.” You pout, staring at him as he faces away from you, and when he turns to give you a dashing smile, you blush, ducking your head down.
Lloyd rolls forward and places a comforting hand on your knee, “It’s okay. There’s nothing to be nervous about, and once I begin, you may even find it comforting.” You giggle, nodding your head at his words. “Now, for me to begin. You need to unbutton your dress, and I can give you a towel to cover yourself?” You begin to unbutton the top part of your dress, causing Lloyd’s eyes to widen, and he quickly turns around and busies himself to give you some privacy, holding out a towel before you let him know you’ve covered yourself. Lloyd turns around and smiles at you, “Ready?” You nod, watching as he wipes the area and places the stencil onto your skin. “Okay, this may hurt. Let me know if you need a break.”
The whole time Lloyd was tattooing you, you stared at him in awe, tracing his tattoos and features with your eyes, wondering how someone could be so handsome. You’d turn red every time he’d catch you staring, smirking every time he did. Lloyd would ask how you were doing and if you needed a break every few minutes, but you didn’t because watching him work was somehow comforting. You didn’t know that inside, his heart was beating out of his chest at being so close to you. Lloyd rolls back as he finishes, “All done, beautiful.”
You choke on your saliva at the word that leaves his mouth, staring at him with wide eyes. Your eyes move to look at the fresh tattoo through the mirror, smiling at how pretty it came out. “Thank you! It’s so pretty!” You jump, feeling giddy. Lloyd rolls back over with some things in his hands, resting a hand on your thigh.
“I’m just going to place some cling wrap over it. I want you to leave it on for an hour and gently wash the tattoo with warm, soapy water. For about two weeks, you’ll need to rub a tiny amount of cream onto it, okay?” You nod, blushing as his warm hands touch you again, and your eyes connect with his pretty blues. “Alright, I’m done. I’ll let you button your dress up and meet you at the front.” He leaves as you begin to redress before slowly making your way to the front, your eyes landing on his plump ass before looking away with a blush. As you arrive in front of him, you notice the smirk he gives you, like he knows you were checking him out. “Okay, that’ll be $150.”
You reach into your purse and hand him the cash, feeling chills as your fingers brush with his. “T–Thank you.” You give him one last smile before exiting the shop, knowing you’ll return because you can’t avoid the handsome tattoo artist.
“Shit!” Lloyd kicks himself, annoyed that he didn’t at least get your number. Hoping you’d come back, so he gets to see you again.
For fluffy ideas: Lloyd coming home to wife!reader and just cuddling her being so soft and gentle. He’s hardly every this soft and vulnerable. So when asked what’s wrong he replies “ just missed you”🥹
hey, I hope you like it!
the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips
You hear the door slam from the kitchen, and a sigh escapes you as you realise someone’s pissed Lloyd off again, and you’ll have to deal with the aftermath. You slowly place the pot in your hand down and head over to where the whiskey is, grabbing a glass and filling it before walking to his office and softly knocking on the door.
“What?!” You don’t even flinch at his tone anymore, opening the door and walking in. You notice your husband slumped over on the couch, his head in his hands, before slowly lifting and connecting with your eyes. “Oh, pumpkin. It’s just you.” He sends you a soft but tired smile. His eyes flicker down to the glass in your hands, and a small thank you leaves him as you hand it over.
He takes a sip before placing the glass down, opening his arms up and gesturing for you to enter them. His baby blue eyes stare up at you, fluttering closed as you curl into his lap. Lloyd places a loving kiss on top of your head, breathing in your sweet scent as he holds you close to him.
You inhale his cologne, feeling safe in his arms. Your cheek rests on his shoulder as you look at his face, taking in the moustache that sits perfectly above his lips and how his face softens. Your hand comes up and softly strokes his cheek, eyes connecting with his. “What’s wrong, my love?”
Lloyd sighs, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. “Nothing, pumpkin. I just missed you.” Your insides melt at the softness he’s expressing, pressing your body into his more.
Hey bubs, I have a request and I’m sorry it’s long 😅 Werebear! Ari x plus size reader🫶🏽
Maybe one day in there relationship she wakes up in a not so good mood about herself which causes her to be insecure for the day and throughout the day she sees girls flirting with ari and thought he flirted back.
Air takes notice of this and just plans for cute movie night, but reader is still not in a good mood so maybe they fight and they both says some hurtful things, nothingness reader and him both apologize and ari just showers her affection and reassurance that he’s only got eyes for her and no else and that he loves her 🥺 what do you think??
hello, don't apologise! okay, so this is my first plus size reader, and I hope you like it, but I would just like to say. no matter what you read in this story, this is not you. do not see yourself as disgusting, ugly, fat, etc. In real life, whether you have more flesh than someone else or less, you are beautiful inside and out. If you ever feel like what the reader feels, please find a friend you can talk to about this (I can be that friend!). but remember, no matter what you look like, you are gorgeous and if someone else doesn't see that. It means they aren't right for you. they aren't meant to be around a god/goddess like you. YOU ARE PERFECT! (also, I do get how it feels, I no longer trust my mind or people from it, haha.)
summary - reader wakes up feeling flawed, seeing everything wrong with their body. ari doesn't catch on as fast and accidentally makes you think he wants someone else. will the issue be resolved after a fight you two have?
warning - angst, insecure reader, nasty thoughts, sad reader and ari, mentions of cheating, fluff.
the gif I use isn’t mine, divider by @newlips
You look at yourself in the mirror, staring at the clump of flesh on your stomach, hips and thighs, frowning at the stretchmarks and how fat the skin looks as you switch angles, wondering why it looks worse the more you stare. Your eyes flit over to a photo of you and Ari, and the frown on your face deepens as you wonder how someone like him would want to be with someone like you. When you found out, Ari wasn’t human. You accepted him because you knew how it felt to be pushed aside for being or looking different, but you would never understand how he can look at you and see something he likes, not when there’s someone better out there for him.
As you hear Ari get closer to the room, you quickly chuck on the gorgeous sundress that he bought you. Still, no matter how pretty it was, whenever you looked in the mirror, the prettiness seemed to be sucked out of the dress, causing you to feel disgusted because you ruined something so gorgeous.
When Ari entered the room, you put on your best fake smile, and when he wrapped his bulky arms around your chubby form, you tried to hide the grimace you felt, praying he couldn’t feel your rolls underneath. You meet his eyes as he leans down to place a kiss on your plump lips. His compliments go unnoticed as your ears are too busy ringing, your mind filled with horrible thoughts and feelings.
“Are you ready to go, Tulip?”
‘Go? Go where?’ You blink, slowly coming out of your haze as you try and think of where you guys are going.
“Remember, baby? You wanted to go to the markets and buy some fresh fruits for the pies you wanted to bake.”
‘Oh, why did I suggest something like that? I wasn’t in my right mind to suggest baking something that would make me fatter. Am I trying to make Ari run for the hills?’
You don’t remember how you got into the car, but you feel Ari resting his hand on your fat thigh, causing you to squirm because the longer his hand stays, the more he’ll become disgusted. Ari tries to talk to you, but you can’t seem to hear a word that comes out of his mouth. Everything seems like a blur once you get to the markets. Walking from one stall to another, picking up the freshest fruits you both can find, occasionally Ari would look at you and smile, kissing your cheek and holding you close to him, but that seemed to fly over your head.
How other women seemed to look at the two of you didn't fly over your head. They’d flirt with Ari as if you weren’t standing right next to him, wrapped up in his arms. Your eyes glazed over for a split second when you heard Ari respond to them. Deep down, you knew he was being nice, that he’d never look, think or flirt with another woman because Ari deeply loved you. Still, for some reason, you thought he was flirting back. You’ve never seen that smile on him before.
‘Why was he looking at her like that? Did he like how thin she was? That she didn’t have so many rolls or flesh? Did he like how she could fill her sundress perfectly? Did Ari want her instead?’ You don’t notice Ari dismissing the woman’s flirtations or that he looks down at you with concern. Because why would you? You’re so lost in your head that your mind and reality are merging.
Ari pulls you closer to him, his hand coming up to stroke your puffy cheeks. “Hey, Tulip. You with me?”
You blink, and your eyes slowly move up. You nod because your throat feels too dry for you to speak. Ari nods even though he’s unsure about how you're feeling. You both begin to leave the markets, and throughout the day, it’s a repeat, women flirt. You think Ari is flirting back, and you hate yourself and your body because maybe if you looked like one of those models. You’d be able to keep a man.
You are so spaced out that you don’t notice Ari grabbing your favourite snacks, nor do you see that when you get home, he sets up the lounge room for movie night. Putting on your favourite horror movie because he knows you prefer horror over romance.
While he’s busy setting up something that will hopefully make you feel better, you change into a pair of trackies, and just as you pull on one of his shirts, Ari walks in with a big smile, his eyes moving up and down your body causing you to squirm.
“What?!” You snap, not wanting him to have the time to judge how ugly you really are, and your arms come around to hug yourself.
Ari’s hands fly up, “Woah, what’s with the attitude, Tulip?” He frowns when you glare, not understanding why you’ve been off today. “What’s wrong with you? Talk to me.” He slowly moves forward.
“What’s wrong with me?! What’s wrong with me!? Like you don’t know! I saw how you looked at those women! I saw how wanted them!” You screamed, desperately holding back the tears because you don’t want to add weakness to the pile of things wrong with you.
Ari’s brows furrow, beginning to feel irritated with your insecurities. “Tulip, you know damn well that I didn’t flirt with those women! You know that I don’t want them, no matter how fucking skinny they look!” He growls, and his nose twitches in anger. Ari’s eyes move down your form. In his mind, he doesn’t see you as anything but beautiful. But that’s not how you see his look. All you see is disgust, and your heart clenches.
“Bullshit! Why the fuck should I believe you?! All you do is lie to me! I’ve seen you go after them when you think I’m not looking! You don’t think I don’t notice that you don’t touch me when you shift! When you need someone to mate with, but you leave instead!” Your hands tangled into your hair as you scream, tears building up as you think of those lonely nights when you look down at yourself and wish you could just cut the skin off. Because then maybe he’d pick you, perhaps he’d want you as his mate.
“Are you fucking serious!?” Ari growls, stalking forward until his large form towers over your shivering one. “You think I’d fucking go out and cheat on you?! You think the whole time I chased you, trying to prove that I wanted you was all for nothing?! Why the fuck would I waste my time with you if I wanted someone skinnier, someone with fewer fucking problems?! Do you not see that I don’t mate with you because I could fucking hurt you!” He roars, eyes glazed over with fury. His anger is more aimed at himself for not seeing how much you were hurting.
‘Skinner, fewer problems, waste of time, don’t want to mate with you, cheat.’ These words ring in your head, and your heart clenches as it all becomes too much. You look up at Ari with tears in your eyes, and your fists pound on his chest. “I hate you! I hate you!” Both hearts break as tears begin to roll down both of your faces. Ari quickly pulls you into his arms, wrapping you securely against him as he strokes your head.
“Oh, Tulip. I’m so fucking sorry. You’re my goddess, and I love you so much.” Ari’s voice cracks, and his eyes close as he basks in the feel of holding you in his arms, letting out a sigh of relief as you sink into his hold.
“I’m so sorry, Bear! I’m sorry. Please forgive me! I don’t hate you. I love you so much.” You bury your face into his chest, and your tears soak his shirt as your sobs fill the room. You felt lucky that you had someone like Ari in your life.
Ari pulls away and kneels on the ground, placing loving kisses all over your stomach, hips and thighs, showing how much he loves your body, proving he’s unbothered by your insecurities and that he only sees it as perfection. Ari looks up at you and pouts. “There’s nothing I’ll find more beautiful in this world than you, Tulip. Not the sun. Not the moon. Not even the entire galaxy compares to the light you radiate wherever you go.” Your breath hitches from his words, feeling your cracked heart begin to heal.
You reach down and stroke his cheek, watching his eyes flutter closed, a soft breath leaving him at your gentle touch. “Thank you, Bear. I’m so sorry that I’ve been such a mess, and there’s no other man I’d love not when I have you.” Ari stands at full height, and a squeal escapes your mouth as he lifts you like you weigh nothing, carrying you into the lounge room where everything is set up.
The moment he lies you down and holds you against him is when your eyes begin to flutter closed from his sweet woodsy scent and warmth, feeling safe and secure in the arms of the man you love and who loves you.
Based on the song by katy perry ” the one that got” were reader and Steve had a love like no other, but like it says one of them was “the one that got away” weather it be Steve Choosing the war and Peggy over Reader. Or Reader choosing happiness with some else in endgame because Steve never made the choice or decision to further make their relationship serious Later realizing that he made a mistake.
Depending on how you choose to write it, it could end with “ In another life, I would be your girl We keep all our promises Be us against the world”
Or “In another life I would make you stay So I don't have to say You were the one that got away”
Sorry it’s long bubs :( I just really wanna see some angst with this
hey bubs, I hope you like it.
summary - steve was the one that got away... but did he really?
warning - angst.
the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips
You felt…
Drained.
You thought that you and Steve had the best love story out there… But you should’ve known you never compared to Peggy Carter.
You had never planned that one day you’d be losing him. It used to be you and him against the world, and it was never you without Steve. You two had made a pact. He held your hands one night, pressing his forehead against yours as he whispered, “I’m with you till the end of the line.”
Now you sit here, wondering if that was a lie. You wish you could’ve hated the people who caused this and made it possible for him to go back in time. But it wasn’t their fault that he chose someone else over you, who stood by him through thick and thin. Tony seemed to have a clue that Steve would pick her, and he left you a large sum of money and a letter explaining that even if Steve left you, you’d always be family to him. Sadly he never got to tell you this… Because he died.
All of this money couldn’t buy you a time machine.
You wished you were enough for him to stay.
As you walked across the field, you felt the power inside you coursing through your veins. You could feel the anger building inside. You could feel the rage burning your flesh. Your eyes locked with the old Steve, watching them widen as you grinned. You could feel his body shiver from how menacing you looked.
Your eyes burned a bright orange, and your hair flowed wildly behind you as you began to hover. Your body flew closer to the man that broke your heart. Not even the men around could stop you. As your hand wrapped around his neck, you snarled down at him as your chilly voice sent fear through everyone’s bones.
“In another life. I would make you stay.” You began to lift him into the air. His choking and pleading fell on deaf ears. “In another life! I would be your girl… We’d keep all our promises! BE US AGAINST THE WORLD!”
How the elf’s look at reader to get what they want.
🥺
“Can we please, pretty please have some chocolate!” The elves beg, practically getting on their knees, looking between you and the bag of chocolates in your hands.
You shake your head, a slight pout on your face as you feel bad for saying no. “I’m sorry, but Ari said you guys can’t have any sugar at this time of night.” Your heart breaks by the tears gathering in their eyes and the smalls whines that leave their mouths.
“Pretty please… we will be good, we promise.” Their eyes widen, head tilting forward slightly as they pout their lips, glossy eyes staring into your soul.
The sight causes your own eyes to water, struggling between listening to Ari’s orders/rules and giving into the tiny men. You look up for a second as you ponder, before looking back down at them. “Do you guys promise to be good? That this won’t come down on me?” Their little heads move up and down rapidly, tiny hands reaching out as they wait for the delicious chocolate to fall into their grasps.
Slowly, you open the bag and take out a few pieces. Taking your time to break them apart, before handing over just enough to the elves. Hoping and praying that what Ari told you wasn’t true. “Okay, here you go… please be good.”
A chorus of thank you’s leave their tiny selves, gobbling down the chocolate as though someone would take it if they didn’t. Your eyes widen as they jolt up, eyes wide and full of what seems to be sparkles, they look at one another. Letting out gleeful squeals before zooming around the room, climbing things, breaking things, causing mayhem.
“I see you gave in.” Your head whips around, spotting Ari leaning against the door frame, brows raised, and arms crossed against his chest as he shakes his head. Your heart falls into your stomach, feeling like you’ve disappointed him. Ari slowly walks forward, kneeling down and taking your face into his hands. “Don’t worry. I, to fall for it as well.”
Cuddles with elf Steve.. that’s it, that’s the request 💗 I <3 u 💗
hey baby, I love you too💗
summary - cuddles with our little elf steve.
warning - too much fluff.
the gif and headers I use aren’t mine.
Steve crawls onto your body, smiling widely as you look down at him. He waves, giggling as he curls into your chest, clutching onto you as he nuzzles his face into you. “You okay, baby?” Your finger strokes his head softly, looking down at him.
He nods, “Mhm, just tired.” Steve pecks your chest, blushing and closing his eyes. Loving how gentle you are to him. “Is okay?”
“Yeah, baby. It’s okay.” You both drift off to a peaceful sleep.
