deep blue dress,

anonymous asked:

Okay but Brendon accidentally walking into the girls' dressing room and seeing all of these things and just being like..."okay sure I'm down for putting these on."

Oh my god like current era Brendon putting curlers in his hair……I’m picturing a deep blue fifties era dress……some stockings……I’m die

The Greatest Gift (Alexander x Reader)

Word Count: 9,279 (when i said it was long, i meant it…)

Warnings: SMUT, angst, swears

Authors Note: JUST FUCKING READ IT PLEASE. IM SO EXCITED FOR THIS FIC. LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THOUGHT, ALSO HAPPY HOLIDAYS AND ENJOY MY HOLIDAY FIC!

Request: this fulfills 2 requests but it will spoil it so i’m not gonna tell you…

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Masterlist

It was unfortunate. Of course you were in love with your best friend, and if that wasn’t bad enough, of course he had a girlfriend. You had met Lafayette through mutual friends, naive and young you thought you wouldn’t fall for the tall frenchman. You did eventually. At first it was denial. You couldn’t love him, he was your best friend.  You didn’t love him surely, but no. Every time you saw him, your world spun around your feet. You felt this way until he introduced Adrienne. She tagged along with everything you guys did and you had no choice but to be happy for them. For him. Because he was so in love with her it hurt you to see them together.

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What Just Happened

(Jughead x Reader)

Summary: You and Jughead have been at each others throats for years. But after a drunken night you barely remember, you’re left confused on where your relationship stands.

Word Count: 1,616

Warnings: language, mentions of sex, drinking(?)

A/N: I just really love a good love/hate relationship and haven’t seen many Jughead x reader versions, so I made my own. (I also didn’t proof read it so let me know if there are any mistakes) Please send feedback! Constructive criticism is appreciated! :)

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Originally posted by marorra

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Chptr 17 - Pathway to Violence - Prom
Sue Klebold
Chptr 17 - Pathway to Violence - Prom

Saturday, April 17, 1999   6:00 pm

We’d spent that year begging Dylan to get a haircut, to no avail, but I convinced him to tie his hair back into a ponytail with one of my own elastics for the prom. He put his prescription glasses in his pocket and donned a pair of small-framed sunglasses. We thought he looked
very handsome.


Alison, our renter, came over and offered to take a picture of the three of us. In the picture, Dylan is clowning around, hamming it up like a professional model, Zoolander-style. The sharp lines of his formal wear stand in stark contrast to the faded flannel shirts and worn blue jeans Tom and I are wearing. He kept his sunglasses on as he posed with us; he wore dark glasses often during the last weeks of his life. I believe now he was hiding behind them.

Tom had remembered to charge the batteries on our video camera, and he filmed Dylan briefly before Robyn arrived. The conversation between them is stilted; clearly, neither of them is comfortable on camera. But we have looked back on this pre-prom video many times, and shown it to others. It is absolutely stunning how normal Dylan seems.

He and Tom talk lazily about baseball; Dylan mimes his hero, Randy Johnson, pitching in an ill-fitting tuxedo. Tom makes some comment about growing up, and Dylan remarks he’ll never have kids. Tom says he may change his mind, and Dylan says, “I know. I know. Someday I’ll look back at this and say, ‘What was I thinking?!!’ ” It is breathtakingly prophetic. When Tom persists in filming over Dylan’s protests, Dylan pinches small handfuls of snow from a nearby bush, lobbing the miniature snowballs playfully at Tom until the camera stops running. The fondness between them is palpable. It breaks my heart.

Robyn arrived in good time, looking lovely in a deep blue-purple dress. Tom taped Dylan presenting her with her corsage, and smiling down at her as she struggled to pin a rose to his lapel. I made paparazzi jokes and asked them to move so I could get a picture without parked cars in the background. Since Dylan had assured us he and Robyn were just friends, I was a little surprised—and frankly tickled—to see him put his arm around her.

In the last few frames on the tape Tom shot, the two of them smile into the camera. Then, self consciously but sweetly, they both begin to laugh.

Kisses, Ice Cream, and Admissions.

Summary: You and your husband skip out on an Oscars week party to go loiter in a grocery store. At the end of the night, you reveal some news you’ve been keeping for a while. 

Pairing: Lin x Reader 

A/N: I started this like five hours ago and I finished it really quickly. It’s an idea I’ve had for a long time, but I just today thought of tying it into Oscars week festivities. 

ALSO, I did want to post something today because I wanted to tide you guys over. I said previously I was going to take part in the @hamwriters Write-a-thon, but I just found out that the week for the celebration is going to be filled with some exams, prior commitments, and traveling and I will no longer be able to participate. So, for the next two weeks, this will probably be the last fic I post. I thank you all for reading this and reading ANY of my fics - you’re all greatly appreciated. I’m terribly sorry about the write-a-thon. (I would queue up my fics, but they aren’t even written yet (yes, I procrastinate) so I just can’t participate at all.)

Words: 2,954 

Warnings: Mild cursing, mild make-out scene, and general lack of knowledge about Oscars stuff or if there even are Oscars week parties(??)

So, without further ado, enjoy this fic! 


You felt like you were watching your life out of someone’s else eyes. You raised your eyes above the crowd that surrounded you and connected eyes with your husband. He caught your look at the same time and stopped mid-sentence to smile at you. The sight of his grin warmed your body, reminding you of the way you felt as a child in the summertime sun when it touched every inch of your being and made your soul giggle with giddiness. You vacantly returned to the complacent conversation taking place right in front of you, nodding at the right moments and laughing politely at the rest. It was another story in another place, part of your husband’s Oscars week parties. You’d happily agreed to accompany him on all of his trips, as you wanted to show him off just as much as he wanted to show you off.

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The Less I Know The Better

Imagine: You and Newt are in an a newly blossomed relationship, however, once you see him getting extremely close to another girl you can’t help but feel slightly naive to have ever placed your trust in a man so quickly. 

Author’s Note: I just really enjoy writing angst, obviously. I mean what a way to break up an angsty fanfic with more angst? Right? Anyway, I hope you enjoy this. There is swearing in this ! Wow ! Shock ! Horror ! Tbh, I don’t think I’ve ever read a Newt fic with swearing so please, lap it up !!!! It’s also 3:35am, so soz for shitty writing :-)

Word Count: 2032

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A Hero (Robb Stark)

Prompt: you’re courting or married (whatever you want lol) and you’re at the red wedding and you sense something off and suggest everyone leave and you catch a glimpse of blades hidden in their coats and shout for everyone to run and you basically save everyone! ~ Anonymous.

Word Count: 1406

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Like She’s Mine (part fourteen) - Stiles Stilinski

warnings: the usual.  mentions of alcohol?
word count: 2023


[July, three days before the wedding]

I was rushing around the apartment, tidying as well as I could seeing that the place was a mess.  Allison was vacuuming my floors while I swept the kitchen floors and simultaneously wiped down the counter.  My hair had a handkerchief holding it all back from my face.

“Has he stayed here at all?” Allison called over the noise.

“Nope.  Not once!” I yelled back.

“Stiles?” Madi asked from where she was plopped on the couch.  I saw Allison nod to her.

“So he’s been with his dad? For three months?”

“Yep.  I’d assume so anyways” I said, angrily throwing the contents of the dustpan into the trash bin.  Allison turned off the vacuum and put a hand on her hip.

“So are you broken up?” I threw my hands up in the air.

“I have no idea Al., if we are, he hasn’t bothered to tell me.  If we aren’t…. Still hasn’t bothered.  He’s barely even come by the place.  Really only when ‘Scott tells him I needed him to babysit’.  He barely cares at all” Allison frowned at me.

“Have you tried to talk to him?” I shook my head, looking down at the floor for a moment.  “I mean… it’s three days until you’re basically spending twenty four hours together” She said, but I could see the hint of a smile on her face as she thought about her wedding.

“I know I know, I just need to get this all figured out.  I’m just sorta nervous.  What if he doesn’t like me anymore? He used to be so… so… so in love? Now I don’t think he really wants anything to do with me”

“That’s not true I’m sure.  In fact I’m sure he still loves you.  It’s you and Stiles-”

“You always say that.  It’s me and Stiles. I don’t think that really makes sense to me anymore.  Maybe it used to, but now he’s successfully avoided me for months.  I think we’ve lost it Alli”

“You’ve said that before.  And this is nothing compared to what you’ve gone through.  I think you can make it through this” I sighed and went back to scrubbing the countertops.  “You still love him right?”

“Yeah of course I do” I responded.

“Well then what’s stopping you?”

“Fear of rejection?”


When we’d finished cleaning and Allison went home, I’d taken Madi back to sit on my bed while I looked over my shoe choices.  The dress that Allison had picked for me to wear was actually beautiful, it was a deep blue dress that fell a little past my knee, and had long lace sleeves.  It was gorgeous.  She had planned for my hair to be in effortless curls that would probably take an hour to perfect.  Yeah, I think it’s ironic too.

“Madi, white heels or black?” I held out the choices to her.

“Those!” She said excitedly as she pointed to the white ones.

“Yeah I think so too” I smiled and slipped them on my feet, admiring them in the mirror.  “Good choice” I told her with a wink and put the other pair away.  Madi smiled at me and rolled back on the blankets, kicking around and laughing delightedly.  After one more look in the mirror, I decided that these are indeed the shoe I was looking for.  Then put them in a safe place in my closet.  I turned to see Madi lying back on the bed and crawled in next to her, staring up at the ceiling as she was.  “What’re we thinking about little girl?” I asked, and she blinked.

“Where’s Stiles?”

“At home with his dad, you saw him last week”

“Today?” I shook my head.

“Sorry baby… I think he’s busy” She frowned and looked over at me.  “I’m sorry honey” I held my arms out and she crawled over, laying her head on my chest and the rest of her body pressed against my side.  I rubbed a hand up and down her back, whispering softly until she seemed calm and no longer sad.

“Mommy can I have lunch?”

“Magic word?” I asked, already sitting up and lifting her to set her safely on the ground.

“Pwease?” I giggled and nodded.

“Alrighty, since you asked so politely” I said in a posh accent that made her giggle and run (as best as her little legs could take her anyway) into the kitchen.  “How about mac and cheese?”

“My favorite!” She said excitedly, and rabbed the seat of a chair.  I watched as she stepped onto a bar under it and pulled herself on top.

“Oh good job! You’re such a big girl aren’t you?” I said, clapping for her and grinning.

“I am mommy!” She exclaimed as I poured a box of noodles into the boiling pot of water.  Madi was singing a song I’d never heard of at the table while I nonchalantly stirred the pot.  I think she started to just sing gibberish words because I couldn’t even make out what was being said, but then I heard her repeat ‘humpty dumpty’ over and over.  No, not the rhyme, just the name.  But it made me laugh.

When I finished her lunch, I pulled out a small plastic elmo bowl and dumped some macaroni in there for her, and stuck a plastic fork in there too.

“If I let you do it on your own, promise to try to stay clean?” I asked, and she nodded, excitedly grabbing for her fork.

“I promise mommy!” She said.

“Wait a moment or two dear, it’s gonna be hot” She nodded.

“Okay mommy” I ruffled her hair and went into the kitchen to get myself a bowl.  Right as I’d scooped up a large spoonful to plop into it, there was knocking at the door.

I swear the gods don’t want me to eat.

But, as I always do, I walked over to the door.  But not before putting my helping of lunch into my bowl.  I took a few bites on the way, trying to enjoy my meal before Allison yanks me away for last minute wedding planning, or Scott begs to know what Allison’s dress looked like.  Part of me hoped it was Stiles, standing there out of breath from running up the stairs.  Maybe he’d come in and just kiss me, like he did the first night, tell me he loved me and was sorry.  We’d both apologize and kiss again before he pulled me in for a tight hug.  I was smiling when I opened the door.  I couldn’t have been more wrong.

“Theo?” My voice was muffled from the mac and cheese in my mouth, but manners were the last thing I cared about at the moment.

“Hey… y/n” I nod slowly, waiting for him to tell me just what the hell he was doing here.  “I came by to see you, but mostly Madi” I raised my brows, peaking around the corner to where my daughter was gleefully eating her lunch while saying ‘humpty dumpty’.  How ridiculous and young.

“And you’re here because…?”

“Because she’s my daughter and I have the right to come see her?” I grit my teeth but stepped away so he could come in.

“You get one chance Raeken.  One” I hissed quietly.  “And if you screw it up, then you lose that right.  You lose the right of being her father, you lose the right of coming into this apartment, or ever speaking to either one of us again.  Do.  You.  Understand?” I was trying to keep quiet, as not to alert Madi, but it was difficult not to yell at him, and to keep my voice even.

“I understand” He said with a curt nod.  I walked into the dining room, and Madi turned to look at us, cheese all over her face.  I giggled softly and walked over to her, setting my own bowl on the table as I took a napkin and cleaned her mouth.

“Who is that mommy?” She whispered, staring at Theo with big eyes.

“That… he’s… Madi this is your Dad” She stared at me now, surprised and something else I couldn’t really tell.  Maybe sadness.  

“He is?” She asked, and Theo walked over closer.

“I am, it’s nice to meet you Madison” He said, kneeling down to be at her eye level.  She stayed silent, looking at me nervously.

“It’s okay Madi” I reassured, and helped her off of the chair.  “I’m gonna go change out of my work clothes” I said to them, and began to walk back to my room.  But I was stopped when I felt little arms wrap securely around my leg.

“Mommy don’t leave me” She whispered up to me, her voice bordering a whimper.

“Oh sweetie don’t be silly, I’m coming right back.  Why don’t you show your father your toys?” She let out a few uneven breaths, and I bent over to pull her from where she’d wrapped herself around my leg.

“Mama-”

“You’re fine love, I’ll be right back” I said, and walked to my room, closing the door before she could run in with me.

(third pov)

“You wanna show me your toys?” Theo asked Madi, an she shook her head.  “Okay, you wanna show me your room?” Another head shake.  He tried to think of what to do to make her earn trust in him, but nothing much came to mind.  She was just standing there staring up at him, fingers playing with the poofy material of her green mermaid scale styled skirt.  “You like living here with Mommy?” Theo asked, awkwardly putting his hands in his pockets.  She nodded this time.

“And Alli and Scoot- Scott- and… and sometimes auntie Lydie and Stiles” She said, forming words as best she could.  “Stiles is my daddy” Theo’s brows raised, blood instantly boiling.  “He’s my daddy.  You’re not my daddy”

He kneeled down quickly, unsure of what to do seeing as she was almost three years old, just that he knew he was angry and know one pisses of Theo Raeken without paying for it.  But y/n came back into the room.

(back to your pov)

I smiled as I walked in to see Theo tickling Madi, making her giggle and squeal.  But when She turned and saw me, she ran right back to me and hugged my jean clad legs.  She sat on my feet and buried her face into my shins.

“Having fun?” I asked with a small smile.  Theo nodded and I looked down to Madi, who didn’t give me an answer,  just hid herself further against me.  “Alright… maybe it’s time for your nap, is that alright?” SHe nodded, and lifted her arms so I could pick her up.  “Uh, Theo there’s macaroni in the kitchen if you’re hungry, and drinks in the fridge” I said.  He nodded, and  promptly took Madi to her room.

“Mommy I want Stiles” She told me when I set her in her crib, sliding off her clothes to put on her comfy pajamas.

“I know sweetie but Theo’s your father” I told her.

“Mommy I don’t like him” She whispered out, and I smiled sadly.

“You’ll grow to I’m sure.  It takes time to like people” I said, putting on her fluffy pink pajama set.  “I love you baby “ I leaned over and kissed her forehead softly.

“Love you mommy” She said back in a hushed and sleepy tone.  I left the room trying to compose myself as best I could.  But all I could think of was how it didn’t take any time for her to like Stiles.  She’d loved Stiles immediately.  Maybe keeping them away from each other for the past three months hadn’t been a good decision.  Maybe I was the one in the wrong and I should’ve fought harder to keep him around.  I went into the dining room, seeing Theo looking in the fridge.

“I thought you had drinks, where’s the beer?” He asked.  I winced, and collapsed on the sofa, pulling out my book and ignoring him.

I missed Stiles too.


ooh guys pt 15 is the wedding… i’m excited to share with you.  it’s going to be super long, like super long, so idk when it’ll be posted yet.  have a good rest of your week kiddos!

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xoxo ~ jordie

fic: forget your perfect offering

I wanted Carol to wear a pretty dress (this is the one I was thinking of, in case anyone’s interested), and then this happened. If you’re expecting any sort of plot or wildness like that, please don’t even click the read more, because you’ll be so disappointed as it’s pretty much allllll smush (with a tiny bit of angst). Idk, apparently I just have ~7k worth of random feelings about them is all.

The title is from Leonard Cohen’s ‘Anthem,’ which is one of my favorite songs in this universe.

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The imperfect moment

You and Newt travel together, and have developed feelings for each other over the years.

Includes a pining, protective and jealous Newt.

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Originally posted by missblondiam


 

“Newt could you give me a hand please?’ y/n called to him from the top of the stairs that lead to the cramped shed, where Newt was hiding. With a deep sigh Newt stood, stretching his back from its previously hunched position.

He could feel jealousy flaring up his back and into shoulders, he tried to push it down, as he trudged up the stairs. He had no claim to her, he had no right to feel like this. He wanted her to be happy, of course he did, even if it wasn’t with him, she deserved that, and so much more. 

He popped his head out of the case, ‘are you alright Newt? You’re looking awfully grumpy’ a slightly cheeky smile on her beautiful face, he couldn’t help but smile back at her. “sorry, just concentrating’ he mumbled, her smile gave way to an apologetic furrow of her brows, ‘I’m so sorry Newt, I didn’t realize, I can sort this out by myself, you go back to what you were doing.’ She apologized profusely, he chuckled at her ‘no, no it’s alright, I was going to take a break anyway’ she stopped trying to push him back down into the worn case.

 Making sure that he was certain, she grabbed his hand and dragged him to her room. Sitting himself on her soft bed, she showed him two dresses, and a skirt with a blouse. She could wear an old sack and Newt would still think that she was the most breath taking creature ever to roam this earth.

“Are you really asking me for fashion advice?’ he chuckled at the notion, she brought her hand to her hip raising her eyebrow. “alright, well I always like you in blue’ gesturing to the pretty deep blue dress that hung from its hanger on the back of your wardrobe door, “it brings out eyes’ a light rose blush blossoming on her cheeks, she gave him a grateful smile.  

“thank you’ she mumbled, as she fiddled with the tie of her robe, he got up to leave so she could change in peace.  

Newt sat himself on the sofa, book on his lap, trying not to feel sorry for himself. She stepped out of her room gracefully, the fabric of her dress fluttering about her knees as she walked. She was breath taking. “I’ll not be out too late, I don’t want to turn into a pumpkin.’ She giggled placing a quick peck on the top of his curly head.

As soon as the front door to your shared flat clicked shut, Newt’s heart sank further, burying his head in his hands.

He couldn’t keep feeling like this, it was too much, he either needed to tell her and risk everything, or move on and give up on the idea that he might find a mate of his own.

He needed a distraction, dwelling on this would only make him feel worse. He climbed his way back into the case, mindlessly heading to Franks enclosure.

The magnificent creature was perched on a large rock, ruffling his feathers, as Newt approached him. The beast gave him an empathetic look, tilting his feathered head towards Newt for him to stroke, knowing that it usually helped to calm the magizoologist.

Newt could hear the beginnings of a commotion going on upstairs, panicking slightly he rushed back to the shed, it was getting louder, your distressed pleading reaching his ears. He broke out into a sprint, scrambling to the door. He found you, trying desperately to push the door shut on the man on the other side, ‘come on doll, we had fun didn’t we, why don’t we continue it.’ He persisted, wedging his foot between the door, so you couldn’t close it.

Newt could feel the anger bubbling in his stomach, as he grabbed the door from y/n, tucking her behind him. ‘I believe she said no’ Newt’s voice dangerously low, ‘you didn’t say you were already with some pompous weedling, did you, you little slut’ the man spat.

Newt grabbed the man by his shirt, pushing him outside against the wall. All newt could see was red, rage and hatred for this scum boiling in his blood. “ you don’t deserve to lick the mud off of her shoes, you repugnant cockroach. Now I suggest you leave, before I do something that I don’t want her to see’ Newt hissed through gritted teeth, trying desperately to keep some sort of lid on his temper.

The man scurried away once Newt had loosened his grip on the shirt. Taking several deep calming breaths, Newt tried to compose himself. He felt your slightly shaking hand rest tentatively on his back,  he turned slowly to face you, realising the true weight of his actions.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me, I’ but she cut off his rambling apology with a tight hug, ‘thank you, thank you, l don’t know what would have happened if you weren’t here’ he could feel her tears leaving a damp patch on his shirt, as she clung on to him, as though he was the only thing holding her to the earth. “I’ll always be here love’ he murmured against her sweet smelling hair as he lead you back to the cosy flat that you shared.

He sat her down on the sofa while he made a cup of her favourite sweet tea. Setting the cup on the coffee table he pulled her into his chest, stroking her hair, placing the occasional kiss to the top of her head.

Her sniffles had died away, she seemed to be simply finding comfort in his touch, listening to his heartbeat.

“This might not be the best time, but I’ve had so many perfect moments to say this, and never taken them’ he began as she turned, so that she could look him in the eye. “I must say it now, or I might never say it and I cannot bare not knowing any longer. I love, I love you.’  Newt searched her face, looking for any sign of fear or disgust, instead he was gifted with a smile that he was certain could light the darkest of skies.

Slowly she shuffled up, her breath tickling at his lips, their noses brushing slightly as she leant her forehead against his, ‘I’ve always loved you’

 

Have a great day and be safe

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Howdy! Here I post another cosplay from Wadanohara and the Great Blue Sea, because of the Wadanohara project! In this case is the dress that Wadda mostly wears during the game. I personally like more the white (and the red) one, but this is the most iconic dress of the little Wadda. Well then, see you in the next cosplay!

Tony Stark x Reader

Pairing: tony stark x reader

Prompt: 4. “Damn, when did y/n get hot?”

Words: Not a lot

Warnings: swearing, ?

For: Anon

“Welcome welcome!” Tony called as elegantly dressed celebrities, superheroes, and just generally rich people waltzed into his party. Tony saw a tall blond man in the corner of his eye, dressed in a fitted tuxedo. “Well well well, looks like spangles decided to show up after all.”

Steve chuckled “Nice tux Tony.” Steve said approaching him.

“Thanks, it’s a rental,” Tony said nonchalantly.

“Of course Tony fucking Stark rents his tuxes!” You said laughing behind them, as Steve and Tony whipped around.

The two men, who were more than capable of taking down and army by themselves (and basically had) were speechless. Steve’s jaw was basically hitting the floor, while Tony was constantly opening and closing his mouth. You had to look down and make sure you didn’t have a boob popping out. No, you were still wearing the deep blue fitted dress, hugging your curves. Tony cleared his throat.

“Fucking actually is my middle name,” he managed

“I’m sure it is…” You said rolling your eyes and walking over to Natasha.

“Damn, when did y/n get so hot?” Tony asked, his eyes not straying from you.

“I really don’t know…”

“Hold my drink,, ” Tony said shoving the champagne glass into Steve’s hand.

“You’re not going to ask her out are you?”

“You bet I am,” Tony said with a wink.

“Oh come on, she’s out of reach, even for you,” Steve said, and Tony merely shrugged.

“Probably, but it’s worth a shot.” He said, striding over to you.

“Hi Tony,” Natasha said smirking.

“Sorry Nat, I’m going to have to steal a dance from y/n.” He said, grabbing your hand and pulling you onto the dance floor before you had a chance to respond.

“So, is that dress a rental?” He said smoothly.

“What are you doing Tony?” You said sighing

“I thought we were dancing?”

“We both know I’m not talking about the dancing.”                    

“I thought you looked incredible tonight and I wanted to ask you out.”

“You know I’m not always going to look incredible right?”

“That’s a lie, you always look incredible. Tonight it was just more conventionally.”

“Very smooth.”

“Well, I am Tony fucking Stark.”

You rolled your eyes, chuckling and began to walk towards Nat.

“Is that a yes?” He called

“No!” You said laughing, still walking away.

“Well was that a no?”

“No!” You said again.

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow at seven then!”

“Don’t be late!” You said, trying not to explode with joy.

He wasn’t.

Baby Come Home (17/?)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Swearing

A/N: You were apart of The Avengers, in love with Captain America and suddenly everything is different. Two years later, you’re engaged to a man named Ryan and telling yourself you’re over Steve Rogers and The Avengers, but that might not be the truth. When your secrets start coming to the surface, you have to face the reality that you’ve been trying to bury for two years. Will you say I Do picturing Steve’s face or will you come to your senses and face what’s staring back at you?

(Steve POV in some places, italics are flashbacks)

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“I knew there was something off about this creep.” Buck mutters tense as he stands outside the door, you nod. Sam is touching his wrist, moving his finger across the screen of the control pad for Red Wing, he looks up at the both of you.

“I’ve got no movement inside.” Sam looks between the two of you.

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