Summary: The signing of the Accords does not go as planned
Authors Note: Sorry for the delay, I’ve been swamped with grad school applications and then ended up in the hospital for a few days, Overall I’ve just been having a rough go the last few weeks. Hope you all enjoy. Tagging is open, they’ve just been moved to the bottom, just ask if you want to be tagged :D
“Do I detect some flirting… is the great Black Widow smitten with a Prince?” You twitter sardonically as Natasha guides you away from the Prince of Wakanda, now engaged in a private conversation with his father, the King.
“Will you stop it?” She rolls her eyes as she shoves you forward towards your seat, rolling her eyes as you laugh at her annoyance, “I honestly don’t know what’s with you lately.” You cock an eyebrow at her, confused at her observation, “What do you mean?” you question, wishing for her to elaborate.
“You’re kidding right?” her eyebrows raise at you, believing the answer was obvious, “Talking about flirting? Caring about my relationship status? This isn’t you. The sarcasm and teasing yes, but the incessant smiling and interest in my personal life… I mean come on.” She looks you up and down feigning as if she doesn’t recognize you.
You laugh at her absurdity, wondering how your friend had drawn such conclusions about you, “Oh shove off Nat. I’ve asked you about your personal life before, I’ve cared. You’re overacting… you’re just embarrassed that I caught you flirting.”
“You’re never around anymore, and when you are you’re cryptic and distant. Not to mention how absent minded you have become, always drifting off into your own head, you’re unfocused.”
“I’m not…” you start but Natasha interrupts you, continuing in her explanation, “And don’t even get me started with you and Steve. I’ve known both of you for a while, watched you be on and off for the past few months, and I have never once heard you fight like you did today.”
Her words hit a nerve, wiping the smile from your face as you consider her observations. Had you really changed that much? Had Bucky’s presence in your life had that wide of a scope of impact? You admit that your behavior towards Steve had changed, but that was more because you could no longer give him what he wanted.
Your stomach tenses, realizing fully the effect that Bucky has had on you. Your thoughts were constantly with him, drifting to him at every available moment. She was right… you weren’t present anymore, the bonds that had previously tied you to your work, to the avengers, had been severed. The focus of your life had shifted without you even being aware.
Oh my god. I’m in love with him. I love Bucky. You stood there with a blank stare glossing across your face. You had never fallen in love with anyone. Sure you had affectionate feelings before, you would go so far as to say you were invested in some, but never like this. Never before had there been this all-consuming feeling, like a magnet pulling you to his presence.
“Y/N? Hello! See this is what I’m talking about, you always drift off nowadays. Y/N? Are you even listening to me?” Natasha grips your arm roughly, pulling your attention to her as she shakes you from your realization, your face quickly correcting as you try to hide your thoughts.
“You’re being overdramatic,” you roll your eyes as you pull your arm from her grasp, noticing as King T’Chaka moves towards the podium, his son taking position beside him, a few feet away. “The conference is about to start, we should sit.” You speak quickly, hoping to distract her as you move towards the row of chairs.
The two of you settle into your chairs as King T’Chaka begins his speech. Natasha shifting ever so slightly in her chair as Prince T’Challa takes his place stoically by the window, observing the conference as his father speaks of peace, defensively monitoring the situation at large. You notice the tension in his stance, his nervousness as he peers around at the crowd of diplomats.
You feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand as something outside draws T’Challa’s attention, causing his head to whip around towards the street. In a moment he is moving across towards his father. You react instinctually, predicting an attack as you hear him yell, “Everybody get down.” In a moment you are vaulting over the table in front of you, hopping over obstacles on your path to protect the King, racing T’Challa to his father.
Then, in an instant, you feel your body blown backwards, heat pressing against you as glass and debris are thrown alongside your airborne body. With a hard smack you feel your back connect with a cement pillar, causing you to crumple to the ground as more debris falls on top of you.
You lay there, gasping for air, trying desperately to regain some orientation as you fight to steady the breath that got knocked from you. Your ears ring as they try to process the sound around you. You feel as if you are under water, the terrified screams sounding muffled and distant as the frightened people scamper around the demolished room.
Your vision blurs as your head swims constantly, you shake your head trying to clear your senses, but lose the fight as your eyes fall closed, your body relaxing into the ruble.
“Y/N! Y/N!” You feel a firm hand on your shoulder as someone touches your cheek, pushing the hair out of your face. Your eyes open as the sound of screams return to your ears. “Thank god!” Natasha breathes a sigh of relief as she helps you sit up, you wince slightly as you clutch at your shoulder, a large piece of glass imbedded in your skin.
Natasha’s hand moves quickly to the wound assessing the damage “I think it’s just superficial, doesn’t feel that deep.” You hiss as you move yourself to a kneeling position, feeling your body ache beneath you as bruises begin to form. “You’ll need stitches none the less,” Natasha scolds, trying to keep you from rising to your feet, “Just stay still will you! Can I get a medic?” She shouts searching the room for help.
“Nat, I’m fine, there are plenty more people that need help. Just help me get up.” She bites her lip as she debates whether or not you should move but as she takes in the carnage of the surrounding scene she realizes that you were not the biggest priority. “Fine…” She caves, “Let’s get you out of here.”
With Natasha’s help, you are able to make short work of it, stopping only once to breathe through a dizzy spell, your legs finding their strength with every step as she guides you out of the building and towards an ambulance.
“What were you thinking running forward like that, you could have been killed!” She scolds as you wait for medical attention. Though Nat was still pretty young she was a fair bit older than you, often causing her to go into worried mom mode whenever you were particularly reckless. Between her and Steve it was a marvel that you were even allowed to hold knives, let alone fight with them.
“I saw T’Challa notice something outside, I thought it was a sniper. I thought I could get to the King in time…. The King… Natasha?” She shakes her head sadly, confirming your fear. “And T’Challa?” You ask earnestly, worried for the fate of the young Prince. “He’s alright, a little beat up and heartbroken but… He’ll make it.”
The medic arrives, interrupting your conversation with Natasha, you nod and allow them to tear your shirt exposing the bloody skin and shard of glass entrenched in your shoulder. “I’m going to check on T’Challa, get some information, maybe find you another shirt. I’ll be back to check on you in a bit alright, just stay put.” Natasha squeezes your hand affectionately as you nod, agreeing to her terms.
It takes about 20 minutes for the medic to remove the shard and insert a few stitches, but pretty quickly you are patched up and drinking water, watching as Natasha sits across the way, next to a distant looking T’Challa.
His grief was evident in the Prince’s stance as he looks at his ring, allowing Natasha’s words to wash over him before decisively standing and walking purposefully away from her.
In a moment she is walking back towards you, a long sleeve black shirt in hand. She throws it to you, looking over the bruises forming along your torso as you slip your arms through it, cautiously moving your newly repaired left shoulder. “Any info?” You ask curiously, pulling the shirt over your head and settling it down on your torso.
“Yes, they’ve released a video of the suspect. It’s The Winter Soldier.” You hear Natasha’s words as if from a distance, your stomach knotting at the sound of the alias. Bucky? But… it couldn’t be. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t. “No… it has to be someone else.” You speak quickly not fully comprehending your own words.
Natasha raises an eyebrow at you, confused by your assertion, not expecting this reaction, “What? It’s Barnes. They’re sure of it, they have him on video by the van, about 30 hours ago. The team is just waiting for a reliable tip on his location.”
30 hours… I was with him then… It wasn’t him… He knew I was here… He wouldn’t. He would never hurt me. “Natasha, you have to listen to me, it wasn’t him. They’ve identified the wrong man. I don’t know how and I don’t know why, but it’s a distraction. Bucky didn’t do this.”
“Y/N…” She speaks slowly, her brow furrowing in confusion as she processes your words. “What are you talking about? Do you… do you know something?” She leans forward, staring at you intensely as your brain whirs trying to form a response or find an escape. Natasha’s phone begins to ring, distracting her for a moment as she answers quickly.
“Yeah?” She responds roughly, her eyes remaining locked on you. “Are you alright?” Steve asks on the other end of the call, “Ah, yeah, thanks. I got lucky.” She responds slowly, “Y/N? Is she… Is she ok?” he questions, “She’s fine Steve, a little bit bruised, but she’ll live.” She turns her back to you, looking questioningly through the street as a siren fills the air.
“I know how much Barnes means to you, I really do. Stay at home, you’ll only make this worse for all of us. Please.” You hear Natasha caution Steve, thinking quickly. Of course Steve would try to protect Bucky, but he was running out of time.Luckily you knew something no one else did; where he lived, you just had to get to him.
You move slowly, cautiously watching Natasha as she continues to glance through the street only feet from you. Silently you sneak around the ambulance and disappear into the crowd, breaking into a run as you establish some distance, heading back to the jet for supplies and a ride. You feel your feet quicken beneath you as your adrenaline clears your head. You have to move quickly, Bucky was running out of time.
Request: if you have time can you write this? : newt and reader are best friends (newt have a crush on reader) and he brings her to his home at New Year’s Eve and his p̶̶e̶̶r̶̶f̶̶e̶̶c̶̶t̶ auror brother flirts with her, newt get jealous. But at the midnight after a akward evening they both confess theri feelings
You were getting ready in your room because Newt had invited you to his home to spend New Year’s Eve. So you wanted to look good for him, but not too dressy. You opted for a light sweater over a black skirt while also slipping on matching thigh high socks and some warm boots. You fixed your hair and makeup using magic before skipping over to your door. Once you opened it, you found Newt about to knock on it, and he flushed once he realized you’d already opened it.
“Hey Newty, I was just finishing up, so how do I look?” You asked and did a small twirl in front of him.
“I-I think you.. look w-wonderful..” he replied, blushing darker before turning away so you couldn’t see.
“Well then Y/N a-are you ready to g-go?” Newt held an arm out for you to take, and once you did, the two of you made your way towards his house. You walked up the stairs with him, eagerness filling you to be at his house, you only went there a handful of times, and not for long either.
“Here w-we are love, now I forgot t-to tell you my brother is here too, but he shouldn’t b-bother you much.” He seemed a bit upset at the fact that his brother would be there with you two, but you didn’t mind.
“That’s perfectly fine, I just can’t wait to spend New Year’s Eve with you!” You heard him give a soft chuckle from your excitement and then you were led into a lovely house.
“Newt? Is that you?” A deep voice called from inside and a man who only had the same hair and eye color as Newt appeared. He seemed attractive.. although in the back of your mind you were still thinking about Newt.
“Yes it’s me, and I brought over Y/N, so she could spend New Year’s Eve with me..” Newt answered, leading you over to the couch so you could sit.
“S-sorry about that love.. it’s just m-my older brother.” Newt explained quietly, before standing up again once he had taken off your coat.
“I’ll go get some tea and some biscuits to go with it.” Newt made his way to what you thought was the kitchen, stopping to exchange greetings with his brother.
Once he was within the kitchen, his brother looked over at you, shooting you a smile. He walked towards a chair beside the couch, sitting down.
“Hi there Y/N, right? I’m Theseus, although you’ve probably heard of the name, but I promise I’m not gonna start bragging about what I’ve done.” He seemed to be trying for a charming smile, which you didn’t mind too much.
“It’s nice to meet you Theseus, and I believe I may have heard your name somewhere.” You gave him a small smile in return, studying his face more. It was something you picked up from Newt to look for the details. His eyes looked very similar at first glance, but now that you looked again, you could see he had more gray tinted blue, while Newt had green tinted blue. His hair also wasn’t as curly, which you found strange, so used to Newt’s wild curly hair.
“It’s nice to meet you as well, in fact I’m very lucky to have met a woman as beautiful as yourself.” He took your hand and kissed it lightly, which made you blush but also shift awkwardly and look down some.
What you didn’t know was that Newt was currently staring daggers into his brother, getting jealous of how he was flirting with you. He came out of the kitchen with a tray full of tea and biscuits, smiling inside when you pulled away from his brother and turned to face the tea and him.
“Here we are.. Theseus would you like a cup?” Newt asked, glancing up to his brother.
“Oh no thank you, I had one just a bit ago.” Theseus answered, leaning back in his seat.
The two brothers seemed to be locked in a staring match while you fixed your tea and picked out the biscuits you wanted. Once you looked back up, they stopped, looking towards you now. The three of you sat in silence, which was comfortable for you, but only because you were busy with your drink and food. The other two seemed a bit fidgety.
“Please excuse us Y/N, I need to discuss something with Theseus.” Newt said, to which you nodded understandably with a mouth full of food. The two walked towards the kitchen, and you couldn’t hear their discussion. Which was good because Newt was telling his brother to stop flirting with you, and even explained his plan to confess his feelings to you. His brother luckily decided to be nice and walked back out.
“I’m terribly sorry Y/N, but the ministry of magic just called me, so I must hurry there, have a lovely night.” Theseus explained before grabbing his coat and walking out the door.
“Well then it seems it’s just you and me Newty, which I don’t mind at all.” You smiled widely before patting the seat beside you, wanting him to sit down.
“I actually have something to tell you love..” Newt said, sitting down beside you and looking down at the ground before surprising you by looking right into your eyes.
“I-I love you Y/N.. and I want to be with you..” he kept the eye contact, despite his flushed face.
“Oh.. I.. I love you too Newt, I always have..” your own face turned red as you looked at him.
All of the sudden, outside on the street you heard people counting down from ten. You smiled at Newt, and once it hit one, you cupped his face and kissed him deeply.
“Happy New Year’s Newty” you giggled, watching his face turn dazed from the kiss.
“Happy N-New Year’s to you as well love.”
A/N: Here we go, here’s the finale. :D Thank you so much for showing all your love and support for this mini-series, I’ll be sure to inform you if I decide to write more for it. You can read the previous parts here: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4. This will be all added to my Masterlist but I’ll also be making one solely for this mini-series. I’m done yapping, enjoy. X
It was fifteen minutes till the wedding. Your wedding. You were in your beautiful wedding dress, a custom-made one by the designer you loved; Ellie Saab. You looked absolutely stunning, thanks to your talented prep team. You looked perfect and you were marrying the man of your dreams, so why could you still feel yourself on the verge of having a panic attack?
You forced yourself to breathe in and out as slowly as you could manage so you didn’t start to hyperventilate. It didn’t work, so you started to pace in your wedding dress; it wasn’t the best idea. Your best friend was too busy packing your honeymoon luggage, and your mother was too preoccupied with your flower girls- your niece and Chris’- to notice how badly you were trying not to freak out. You shook your head and mumbled to yourself, “I need some air.”
You were about to walk out the back door of your room and into the garden when you heard your brother’s voice enter. You turned to him and swallowed, shaking your head when he asked “you ready, kid?” His eyes narrowed in concern, like your mom’s and Luca’s; you had both their attention now.
“I um-” You shook your head again. “I’m not- I’m- um- I’m having a bit of a panic attack,” you let out a breathless chuckle that held limited humor. “I need some air, I need some air. Luca, get me some air,” you demanded as your hand wrapped around your amethyst clover necklace; you needed all the luck you could get.
“Hey hey.” Luca rushed to your side and put an arm around you. With the other, she grabbed your wrists; it was her ‘keep-Y/N-on-her-feet’ position. “You are fine, Y/N. It’s just nerves, you need to breathe. In and out, babe. In and out,” she instructed in a soothing tone.
“Outside,” you told her. “Take me outside.”
“Okay,” she obliged and steered you towards the patio exit, “let’s go.”
• • • • • • • •
The two of you stood in the garden, the fresh air and the chirping birds did well to calm you. You fiddled with your necklace then your engagement ring, smiling to yourself in reminiscent of how Chris proposed. You were sure about marrying him, you’d been sure about him long before marriage was even an idea. You knew your nerves had nothing to do with him, it was- well, you wished you knew.
“What’s wrong, babe?” Luca asked you; you tore your gaze from your beautiful ring and turned to her. “You and I both know this isn’t about Chris, so what’s the problem?” She asked, titling her head in concern and confusion.
“I don’t know,” you shook your head. “I mean- I guess…At every wedding, there’s a chance of something bad happening. I don’t want anything bad to happen at ours,” you told her. “I just- what if I trip walking down the aisle or the food isn’t good or the band is horrendous and no one dances?” You rambled your irrational fears. “What if the paparazzi and reporters crash the party and ruins the day that- I’ve been trying for the last nine months to perfect? This is our wedding day, Luca. We only get one and it needs to be perfect,” you asserted.
“Y/N,” Luca chuckled softly; like Chris, she was used to your chronic overthinking and perfectionist ways. “You are about to marry the love of your life. Even if everything at your wedding goes wrong, you’re still going to leave it as Mrs. Y/N Evans. That is what’s important here, Chris- he is what’s important here. He loves you and he could not care less what happens as long as you say ‘I do’ at the alter. You could trip walking down the aisle and he will gladly pick you up and dust you off and marry you anyway because he loves you.”
“I know,” you managed a smile as your eyes welled with tears. “I’m just- I’m a bit of a perfectionist.”
“Tell me about it.” You heard Chris’ voice and flinched. You turned around and felt your lips part in awe at how handsome he looked in his black, custom-made suit from Versace. He watched you with a similar look, silently thanking the universe for you. “You look beautiful,” he breathed with a sickly sweet smile.
You looked down at yourself and smiled, then gasped when you realized your groom was seeing you before the wedding in your wedding dress and that was bad luck. “Oh my God, Chris. What are you doing?” You demanded and he chuckled softly. “You’re not meant to see me before the wedding, it’s bad luck.”
“I couldn’t resist.” He smiled at you then nodded at Luca who had decided to give the two of you some privacy by heading back inside. “Plus- Your mom told me that you were freaking out and I had to make sure you weren’t going to run out on me.”
You chuckled softly, fiddling with your engagement ring. “You are not the reason I’m freaking out.” You assured him with a smile. “In fact- you are the only thing I am sure about at this wedding. I don’t even know if French vanilla was the right choice for the cake anymore.”
“Oh, come on. French vanilla is the best choice for a wedding cake, we both tasted it and we both loved it.” He chuckled and walked across the garden to take your hands. “I think the dress you’re in can be another, you look like a Disney Princess.”
“You know it’s bad luck to see your bride before the wedding, right?”
“Meh,” he shrugged nonchalantly. “That’s such a dumb superstition, like seeing how beautiful you look before everyone else will ruin what we have. Nothing,” he said, brushing your hair out of your face. “Nothing will ever ruin what we have, Y/N.”
“I’m actually really glad to see you.” You admitted, chuckling nervously and wrapping your arms around his neck. He smiled and slipped his hands around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “You always know how to make me feel better.”
“I kind of have to, you’re going to be my wife soon.” He smiled and let out his own nervous chuckle; it was the good kind of nervous though, the excited kind that created butterflies in his stomach. “I gotta know how to take care of you, right?”
“You don’t happen to have a bag of Gummi Bears in your pocket, do you?”
“You know what.” He laughed and reached into his suit, you laughed as he pulled out a tiny packet of Gummi Bears. You felt your eyes well with tears of joy and excitement; you were about to marry the perfect man. “I figured you would need the distraction today, guess I was right.”
“You’re amazing, Christoper Evans.”
“I have to be to marry you.” He smiled and dipped his head to kiss you. “You’re going to be okay,” he assured you when he broke the kiss, much to your dismay; you could’ve just stayed with him in that garden forever. “And our wedding is going to be perfect, I promise.”
“I guess I’ll see you in there.” You told him and he nodded, pushing the bag of Gummi Bears into your hand. You chuckled softly and gave him another peck on his lips. “Thank you for this,” you held up the bag, smiling.
“Thank you for this,” he smiled and gestured to all of you; you blushed as your smile widened. “I’ll see you in there, Mrs. Evans.” He pressed a quick kiss to your cheek then hurried back in the direction he came.
• • • • • • • •
The music started and your father walked you down the aisle behind the wedding party. The entire time, your eyes were locked with Chris’. He smiled and patted his pocket, subtly informing you that he had another bag of Gummi Bears for you. You stifled a chuckle, your smile reaching your eyes; you were ready for this chapter of your life to begin.
“Take good care of her, Captain.” Your father told Chris as he gave you away; Chris nodded, his eyes never once leaving your face. “I love you, sweetheart.” Your father hugged you tightly and kissed your cheek before leaving you to Chris to join your mother on the sidelines.
“Aren’t you glad I didn’t trip?” You joked as the two of you joined the priest up at the alter. You heard Chris chuckle softly in response. “Are you sure about this?” You turned to him and he turned to meet your gaze. “'Cause we’re about to chain ourselves to each other for- the rest of our lives. You better be sure about this.”
“You say the stupidest things when you’re nervous,” he whispered softly into your head then pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Can we skip all the extra stuff and get to the vows so I can just- marry this girl already?” He asked the priest and laughter erupted in the church. “I don’t think I can wait any longer,” he said and smiled at you.
“Let’s get to the vows then,” the priest nodded. “I believe the two of you wrote your own?” He asked, and both you and Chris nodded. “Shall we begin with you, Mr. Evans? Can we have the rings, please?” He gestured for Scott; Chris’ best man to come forth.
“Don’t screw up, bud.” Scott patted Chris on the back and passed the rings over. Chris rolled his eyes whereas you chuckled. “You look beautiful, Y/N.” He smiled at you then moved back to his original spot.
“Okay,” Chris took your left hand in his, ring positioned at the tip of your finger as he began to recite his vows. “I don’t want to go into the history of our relationship- even though every second I’ve had with you has been utterly amazing, but I have to talk about the beginning. Before I met you- I never understood the meaning of true love. I always thought that as long as you loved someone and things worked, you could spend the rest of your life with that person. I was-” he chuckled softly, “very wrong. Meeting you made me realize that there was a specific person for everyone and that you were mine.”
“Chris,” you smiled and felt the tears well in your eyes.
“You, Y/N, you-” He felt his own eyes water as he continued to recite the vows he had spent the last nine months working on. “You gave me a new perspective on love, you made me believe in the possibility of having a soul mate. I love you because you stand by me and love me through everything. My ups and downs, my insane work schedule, my stupidity.” He chuckled. “You take care of me when I’m sick, you pretend to share my diehard love for The Patriots even though we both know you hate sports.” Everyone laughed, including you and Chris. “You give me a sense of purpose in life, and that is to love you and be everything you’ll ever need; a husband, a father, a friend, Captain America- if need be. Now I won’t make promises I can’t keep, I won’t pretend like I’m as perfect as you paint me to be- but I will do my best to be the man you see me as.” He slipped the ring onto your finger. “I love you, Y/N.”
“And I thought I was the writer in the relationship,” you let out a breathless chuckle and Chris smiled. “Well, here goes.” You took his left hand in yours and positioned the ring at the tip of his finger. “Christopher Robert Evans, you are possibly the best person I will ever love in this lifetime or another, and I am so incredibly lucky to have met you. The only thing I could ask for now is that I’d met you earlier so I could spend more of my life with you but- that’s just being greedy,” you chuckled softly and he smiled. “You spoke of the beginning and I feel like I should too because you deserve to know that even before we met, you never once ceased to amaze me. With your kindness and your incredible talent and of course-” you giggled, “your dashing good looks. I loved you even before you knew my name and every day since you took me to Russo’s for our date, I have been living a fairytale that I don’t ever want to end.”
“You’re going to make me cry,” Chris chuckled softly, pulling his hand away from yours for a brief moment to brush away a tear gone rouge. You giggled and he smiled, placing his hand back in yours. “Okay, sorry. Continue,” he nodded.
“You make my busy life so much easier and my bad days so much better. You give me the sense of clarity and assurance I need when I get nervous and angsty about the tiniest things. You tell me things are going to be fine and then you do everything in your power to make sure it happens. You take care of me when I go out and party a little too hard-” The two of you laughed at that, remembering drunk you was what brought forth his proposal. “And make sure I always wake up to a hearty breakfast. You’re constantly challenging me, forcing me out of my comfort zone but never failing to make me feel safe. You keep our romance alive, you keep me so incredibly happy, and most of all- you love me even when I can’t love myself. You say you’re not as perfect as I paint you out to be but I disagree, you are every bit the man I see you as. Everything I am and everything good about me is you, Chris, and I am so ready to spend the rest of my life with you.” You slipped the ring onto his finger and smiled, “I love you.”
“I hereby pronounce you husband and wife,” the priest said; the grin on yours and Chris’ face grew as the two of you prepared for the next part. “You may now kiss your bride,” the priest told Chris but his lips were already on yours.
Applause and cheers erupted throughout the church but your focus was only on your husband, just as his was on you. Chris broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against yours, smiling, with your face cupped in his hands. You smiled back, wrapping your hands tightly around his wrists.
(Happy Ending AU) It’s Saturday evening at the Wheeler’s, and Eleven is in the kitchen when she meets Steve Harrington for the first time. To be precise, Eleven was levitating a box of Eggos down from the freezer when she meets Steve Harrington for the first time. The rest of the boys are in the midst of a campaign, and El needs some Eggos inspiration. Meanwhile, Steve came over to surprise Nancy for a study break. At this particular moment, though, all Steve Harrington could think about was this random girl in the Wheeler’s kitchen who he SWEARS just LEVITATED a box of waffles?!? He can only manage to yell unintelligibly for about three solid minutes: “OH MY GOD OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL THE BOX IT JUST WHAT—” El watches him curiously…so this is the one that Nancy calls boyfriend. He has nice hair, she thinks, but will he quit yelling…. Thankfully, Nancy rushes downstairs after hearing Steve’s frantic shouting and can barely contain hysterical laughter at the scene: Steve practically pulling his hair out and stuttering in disbelief at the little girl with the short hair in the kitchen who’s just waiting for her Eggos to finish toasting. “NANCY,” he turns to her breathlessly, “who the HE–” “She’s twelve, so don’t you dare finish that sentence,” Nancy reprimands. “Who the HECK is she?! She just?! The Eggos?! They floated down?!?” Steve can barely get his thoughts straight and why is she not freaking out about this too?! Nancy shakes her head and laughs. “Steve, this is El, my brother’s little…friend. El, this is Steve, my boyfriend.” Eleven nods in understanding before retrieving her now cooked Eggos from the toaster and heading back down to the basement. Steve is, once again in his life, utterly lost for words. “I’ll explain it later” is Nancy’s only reassurance. (Downstairs, though, El is snacking on Eggos and resting her head on Mike’s shoulder during the game. Nancy’s boyfriend has nice hair….that means boyfriends must have nice hair, she muses to herself. “Mike’s hair is pretty and soft….Mike is a boyfriend.” She decisively mused that part out loud)
Hello sweetie, when you have a little time do you think you could write me some fluffy awkward Steve? Something along the lines of Reader and Steve being friends and then one day he realises he actually wants to be more than friends and all of a sudden doesn’t know how to act around them or what to say and Bucky picks up on it and hatches a plan to get them together? Thank you xx
A/n: I hope you like this and that I did your idea justice. I had a bit of trouble writing this one. Please let me know what you think! Requests are open! Also accepting prompts.
You had always been best friends with Steve, you have also always had feelings for him. It was no secret everyone knew about your feelings, even Steve. He never outright mentioned that he knew of your feelings, and you never mentioned them because it was quite obvious that he didn’t feel the same. You tried to get over your feelings for him and you both maintained a great friendship.
That was until you decided to take a chance and accept a date with a shield agent you had happened to meet through Bucky. When you had finished getting ready for your date you walked into the living room of the tower doing a twirl to show off your dress to the boys.
“What do you think?” You grin at the two of them, smoothing your dress down. Both men looked up at you and were sporting equally large grins.
“You goin’ out with Nat and Wanda again?” Steve asked a confused look on his face. He didn’t remember you telling him you were going out.
“Nope I have a date.” You smile slightly. Bucky watched Steve closely seeing how he would take this turn of events. He had always been the biggest supporter of the two of you getting together. He knew Steve didn’t say he returned your feelings but he had this feeling in his gut Steve was hiding his true feelings.
Bucky watched the emotions play on Steve’s face. First there was shock, then confusion, then a bit of jealousy. You of course didn’t notice. You were in the mirror fusing with your hair. You looked at your watch and grabbed your purse, yelling a goodbye to the boys over your shoulder.
When you had left the room Bucky looked over at Steve. He had a feeling he would get this reaction. Steve was staring at the tv clearly lost in thought. “You okay pal?”
Steve responded with a gruff, “fine” and went back to watching his show.
AN: Requested by @wayward-mirage: Congrats on 500!!! I have a request ! Cas x Reader shopping for baby stuff and playful arguing about how to decorate the nursery because the reader wants to decorate in cute baby angels ? Thanks !!!!
Having a baby wasn’t a part of your original plan for your life. Being a hunter meant that you give up things such as a family and a normal life. Although, normal still didn’t apply to your situation. You were currently 7 months pregnant with a baby boy. The baby was healthy and using your bladder as a trampoline on a daily basis. The part that wasn’t normal was his father. Your boyfriend was the angel, Castiel. You weren’t exactly sure what that would mean for your baby but you both would make sure he was loved and cared for like any other child.
Cas was already a great father. He had been extremely involved with the pregnancy and often laid his hands over your stomach to check on the baby’s well-being, making sure you both were truly healthy. Your current predicament was deciding on a theme for the nursery, both having wildly different opinions.
Character(s): Newt Scamander Categories: fluff; angst; comfort; could be platonic or romantic, whatever floats your boat Words: 1265
In which the reader is Newt’s partner in crime and fellow Hufflepuff, and is just really stressed about this man’s safety. (Takes place after they caught the occamy and before the whole Credence deal went down.)