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In Love (Part 2)

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Pairing:
 Steve Rogers x Reader
Request:
 Am I allowed to ask for a part 2 of your Steve drabble? “Oh my god! You’re in love with him/her’" 
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Hey! xo Would you mind to continue 5 with Steve and turn it  into an extended imagine?
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-Whispers excitedly- can we have a sequel for 5+ Steve?!
Warnings: None
Notes: “Oh my god! You’re in love with him/her!” Part 1. Hey guys, I really got into this one so I wanted to get this out to you as soon as possible. So enjoy… and let me know what you think! Also do you think you guys would want a part 3 to this?
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It had been days since you had basically professed your love for Steve and you had refused to see or speak to anyone since. You’d really messed up this time; he’d seen the weakest part of you, the part of you that just wanted to scream and cry about how unfair this whole thing was. You knew you were worrying your friends, what with at least 2 of them trying to coax you out of your room each day. However one person never showed. Steve. It hurt knowing that he hadn’t bothered to stop by and check on you, though you didn’t really know what you’d expected, but it only helped cement the decision you were busy making. 

“Y/N?” Clint’s voice rang through the door as he kept knocking to get your attention. Huffing you pushed yourself from your bed and flung open the door to a very surprised Clint. “You… actually opened the door…” He murmured, eyes wide and arm still up from knocking. Rolling your eyes you just cocked an eyebrow at the Archer, silently asking what he wanted. “Oh… right.” He mumbled, lowering his arm. “We uh… we were wondering if you wanted to join us for dinner, we ordered your faviroute!” Clint said with a big smile. Averting your eyes at first, hoping Clint missed the look of guilt that flashed through them, you gave him a small smile and nod. “I’d love to.” You smiled, linking your arm with Clint’s as you both headed down to the dining area.

Everyone was very pleased to see you out of your room, especially Nat who pretty much smothered you in a hug as soon as you entered the room. Sitting down with all of your friends, minus a certain super soldier, you happily ate and laughed, ignoring everything you were about to do. “So Y/N, me and Pietro have this mission on Monday…” Wanda smiled as Pietro grinned at you from beside her. “Oh yeah?” You asked, keeping your eyes on your food. “Yeah and we were wondering if you wanted to tag along, we could really use the extra manpower.” She asked, clearly upholding her promise of not looking in anyone’s head. “Uh… I’ll let you know.” You smiled slightly, nodding before tuning back in to the conversations around you. Everyone was so happy, cracking jokes and just being there usual selves, it was nice, normal. Eventually everyone began breaking off, Tony and Bruce heading back to the labs, Natasha and Clint leaving to do god knows what and Thor going back to Jane’s. “Right I think I’m gonna go to bed.” You sighed, kissing Wanda on the cheek and ruffling Pietro’s hair. “Goodnight Y/N.” The twins smiled, turning their attention back to the TV screen.

It was now or never. The whole tower was quiet, even Tony had succumb to sleep, you had to do it now. Slinging a bag over your shoulder you quickly slunk out of your room, casting one last look at the now bare room. Sighing you gently shut the door and headed down to the tower’s entrance. “FRIDAY?” You whispered hoping the AI was still operational. “Yes Miss Y/N?” The female voice quickly replied. “Please don’t tell anyone I’m gone, at least until tomorrow?” You asked. “”Of course Miss.” FRIDAY replied. Just as you reached the door a familiar voice stopped you in your tracks. “Y/N?” Steve asked, clearly confused. Sighing you paused with your hand on the door handle. “Where are you going?” He asked, walking tentatively towards you. “Steve, just leave it…” You murmured, refusing to face him, “Go back to bed.” You sighed, trying to stop the tears from falling. “ No I won’t let you shut me out, not again.” Steve commanded, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Wait why have you got a bag? You’re leaving…?” Steve murmured, turning you to face him. Letting a few tears fall you just nodded in response, seeing the pain flash across his face. “You… you can’t leave.” He breathed, grip tightening on your shoulder. “Steve…” You whimpered, averting your eyes from his pained expression. “I’m saying goodbye. I have to.” You sniffled. “No.” Steve insisted as you pulled away. “No you can’t say goodbye, because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.” He whispered, tears now running down both of your cheeks. “I know.” You smiled sadly before turning to leave. “If it’s any consolation…” You whimpered, opening the door quietly. “Forgetting you will be the hardest thing I’ll ever have to do.” You whispered before disappearing into the night, leaving Steve alone, wishing he’d done things differently.

anonymous asked:

22 “I know this song.” w/ Cap <3

22. “I know this song.”- Steve Rogers

“Y/N! My faviroute Avenger!” Tony greeted as you walked into the party, “Well… besides myself of course. And maybe Bruce… oh and Rhodey now too as well I guess.” He grinned, slinging an arm around your shoulders. “Hello Tony.” You smiled, rolling your eyes at his faux ostentatious behaviour. “Where’s our beloved American hero, I thought you two were joined at the hip or something?” Tony winked, causing you to playfully bump him with your hip. “We’re just friends Iron Ass.” You scoffed, trying to keep your gaze from searching the blond super soldier out. “Oh sure, you two are as platonic as… well… you’re hunky Captain and his metal armed boy toy.” Tony smirked, earning him an elbow to the stomach. “Do you bug all your friends like this or am I just special?” You smiled sweetly, batting your eyelashes as you ducked out of his embrace. “N’aww, don’t be like that, you know it’s a loving gesture.” He chuckled, attention getting drawn away by Bruce entering the room, “Oooh if it isn’t my science bro!” Tony exclaimed, immediately heading in the doctors direction. Shaking your head you went in search for your best friend.

Walking up the tall blond at the bar, you threw your arms around their neck and hooked your chin over their shoulder. “Well hello to you too.” Their deep voice chuckled, turning in his stool to face you as your arms dropped back to your sides. “Come here often Stevie?” You grinned with a wiggle of your eyebrows. “We live here you dork.” He laughed, eyes sparkling under the party lights. With a roll of your eyes and a smile, you slid into the stool next to him. Just as you beckoned the bartender over, a slower song that you didn’t recognise turned on. “I know this song.” Steve smiled a wistful look dancing across his features. “Oh yeah?” You asked, smiling fondly at the Captain. “Mhhm.” He hummed, fingers tapping the beat onto the bar surface. “Well then, let’s dance hot stuff!” You grinned, entwining your finger with his and dragging him into the crowd.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you felt his large hands tentatively wrap around your waist. Laying your head on his chest you could feel his heartbeat drumming against his chest, the two of you swaying gently as the music played softly in the background. “You know…” Steve whispered, “I was real lucky to have you fall into my life.” He murmured softly, his breath against your neck. “Sap.” You whispered with a smile tugging at your lips. “For you, yeah.” Steve chuckled, pulling you even closer as the two of you swayed.

Request a prompt HERE.

At a few minutes before four, Peeta turns to me again. “Your favorite colour … it’s green?”
“That’s right.” Then I think of something to add. “And yours is orange.”
“Orange?” He seems unconvinced.
“Not bright orange. But soft. Like the sunset,” I say. “At least, that’s what you told me once.”
“Oh.” He closes his eyes briefly, maybe trying to conjure up that sunset, then nods his head. “Thank you.”
But more words tumble out. “You’re a painter. You’re a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.”
Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry.
—  Mockingjay

One day someone is going to see you. That’s it, take in that sentence. One day someone is going to see you. I tried to see you. I think the true cause of my dwelling over her is that I tried to be so real, I tried to give her everything everyone wants in this world, something real. You know? You want someone to love you for who you are. You want someone to know you. You want someone to care about you. What do you do after school? What’s the first thing you eat when you wake up? What keeps you up at night? What means a lot to you? What’s your faviroute book and faviroute song? Are you happy? Yes? Amazing, tell me why. What make you laugh and what makes you cry? Would you rather watch a movie or go out? What do you think about when you see the stars? How do you feel about animals and nature? Who are you? Who do you want to be? Can I see you on the inside? You’re feeling sad, okay let me help you. What do you want? I would do anything for you. I have a heart but here, have it, out of everyone I want you to have it. Something real, something raw, something naked. I miss calling you baby… Because I really wanted you to be mine. I really wanted something real with you because I really cared about you. I’m well aware that I’ve always had a big heart and a lot of feelings, well guess what? I wanted to give it all to you, and I wanted you to open up to me. In the end though? I realized that giving up isn’t always the wrong thing to do because you should never continue loving someone who’s never going to love you. So to you, and you will never even see this, but I hope you know deep down in your heart, and when you can’t sleep at night, that she is never going to love you but I did. You didn’t even let me love you, you wouldn’t even let me in. I let myself in. I loved you because you needed love. You just didn’t need my love. I’m mature enough to admit that, to see that now. I’m a good person, that’s why we said goodbye because I know my absence for the rest of your life is what you wanted. I love you and that’s why I’m going to let someone else love you. Because you’ll never love me. But I’m not strong enough to be okay.

fiiiiiiiiiiiingoooooooon  asked:

Fingon had just finished to work, it was pretty late. Another one of these days where he had to stay later. Finally he's at home. "Glorfindel?" He looked around. "I'm home my love.."

Glorfindel was asleep on the couch, curled up with a blanket and an empty plate of food infront of him. The TV was on TLC, his favirout channel and the lights were dimmed down to a slight glow

One day someone is going to see you. That’s it, take in that sentence. One day someone is going to see you.
I tried to see you.
I think the true cause of my dwelling over her is that I tried to be so real, I tried to give her everything everyone wants in this world; something real. You know? You want someone to love you for who you are. You want someone to know you. You want someone to care about you. What do you do after school? What’s the first thing you eat when you wake up? What keeps you up at night? What means a lot to you? What’s your faviroute book and faviroute song? Are you happy? Yes? Amazing, tell me why. What makes you laugh and what makes you cry? Would you rather watch a movie or go out? What do you think about when you see the stars?How do you feel about animals and nature? Who are you? Who do you want to be? Can I see you on the inside? You’re feeling sad, okay, let me help you. What do you want? I would do anything for you. I have a heart, but here, have it, out of everyone, I want you to have it. Something real, something raw, something naked. I miss calling you honey… baby… because I really wanted you to be mine. I really wanted something real with you because I really cared about you. I’m well aware that I’ve always had a big heart and a lot of feelings, well guess what? I wanted to give it all to you, and I wanted you to open up to me. In the end though? I realized that giving up isn’t always the wrong thing to do because you should never continue loving someone who’s never going to love you. So, to you, and you will never even see this, but, I hope you know deep down in your heart, and when you can’t sleep at night, that he is never going to love you, but I did. You didn’t even let me love you, you wouldn’t even let me in, I let myself in. I loved you, because you needed love. You just didn’t need my love. I’m mature enough to admit that, to see that now. I’m a good person, that’s why we said goodbye because I know my absence for the rest of your life is what you wanted. I love you, and that’s why I’m going to let someone else love you, because you’ll never love me. But I’m not strong enough to be okay.