You are My Heaven Pt 2 [End] (Steve Rogers fic)

Characters: reader, Steve, Sam, Natasha (mentioned), Maria Hill

Summary: Falling for a good man, who happened to be her training partner, was unavoidable. What if you can’t stay away, even after heartbreak? Is it possible to be friends with some one you’ve fallen for? Life rarely unfolds the way we hope it would. (Events take place after CATWS)

Warnings: lil fluff, lotta angst. Heartbreak. I’m sorry.

Word Count: 2.8k

Song Inspiration: Litost by X Ambassadors

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A/N: This one hurt. Once again, I drew from my own personal experiences, so it took a lot out of me to write. I hope you enjoy it? I’m considering an epilogue, so let me know if that is of interest! Please let me know your thoughts! Special thanks to @buckyywiththegoodhair for helping edit. Bless you!  

<<<Part One   Part Two   Epilogue>>>



Originally posted by from-wizards-to-soldiers

The next morning after a maximum of 3 hours sleep, you dabbed on some concealer to hide bags under your eyes and got dressed. Hopefully you could blame your ‘illness’ on not looking your best. Once you arrived, it seemed you didn’t have to worry. Apparently Nat was a little too good at telling the story that you’d been sick. When you walked into work, everyone was shocked that you were “up and around” so soon. It was like you had the plague or something.

Assuring everyone you were fine, the office was back to business as usual. However, partway through your first day back, a mission report update arrived from Steve. Upon seeing the email, your breath quickened with a twist of your still-tender heart. You sought refuge in the bathroom until the pain in your chest subsided and tears dried. 

The rest of your week passed without incident, the only unusual being your lack of visiting the gym. Even without Steve there, too many memories lingered. You kept yourself distracted by catching up on work and spending time with the other Avengers. That weekend, you actually made an effort to go out with friends and socialize. The pain in your chest still lingered, but less sharply than before.

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Dean Oneshots

Originally posted by bitch-jerk-moose

♦ - Smut
♠- TW: Self-harm

Dean, the Cheerleader
Drunk Texting Dean
Good Stuff
Minecraft and a Winchester
Pick One
Pie and Webcams || Taste like Pie
Puppy Love
Crowley Was Right
Busted || Making bail.
Anything for You
Hey Jude  ||  She’s Perfect for You
Thunderstorm Comfort
Winchester Fanfiction
In My Time of Dying
Car Wash
Get Yourself a Bad Boy
Cold Sheets
Suds in the Bucket
Good Friends, Hard Times
Sleeping with the Wrong Winchester
Rock Stars and Love
Paradise by the Dashboard Light
Just a Dream
Unlikely Trio
You Lied to Me || We Need to Try
Left, Left, a Little More
Death’s Daughter
Really Don’t Care
He’s Gone
Rekindling the Fire || Nightmare
Hide Now || Now I’m Found
Your Turn, Sweetheart || Get to Work, Dean || Get Here. Now.
The Story of an Angel
Making Him Jealous
In Her Eyes
Taylor’s 23rd
Goodbye is a Second Chance || Second Chances
The Dangers of Social Media
All Grown Up || Have Fun
Hate Me Today
My Little Girl
Princess Dean
Sweet Child o’ Mine
Regrets || Atonement
Had Enough
Never Again
The Girl
I Want Crazy
Blind || Now I See
Consider Me Gone
With a Glance || Late Night Lies
This Time
Lost the Bet
Dean Always Does
Watching the world burn - Azazel - Mention of suicide
Like Father, Like Son || Days Gone By
Dean’s Boys
Creature of the Night
Dean’s dirty little secret.
Pineapple Under the Sea
3am. - Drabble
Save Yourself
What Are Brothers For?
It Terrifies Me
The Hunt
Over Me
Blank Space
You have a decision to make.
Never to be Found || Favorite Bedtime Story
That Night
Since Day One
Different Towns
Such a Good Actress
Dean’s Hands
The Unknown Son
Demonic Truths
I Want You Here
Tall Girls
I Choose You


Pressure (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

Request: Not sure if you’re accepting requests but could you do a Bellamyxreader in which the reader is struggling because she feels useless and feels pressured by Bellamy because he keeps assigning her to tasks she can’t do. Thanks love and have a good year

A/N: this turned out wayyy more emotional than i planned, happy new year xox 

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Another day, another chore. Lately, it seemed like all you were doing is taking orders and failing. No matter how hard you tried you struggled with every task Bellamy had intrusted you with. You didn’t know how to tell him you were just too useless to complete them and it had all taken a toll on you. The pressure placed onto you kept growing and growing - it only took a sentence for you to break underneath it.

“The point is for you to build a fire, not let everyone freeze to death.” Bellamy mutters to you, his voice laced with annoyance as he stands next to you. You pause, closing your eyes for a few seconds before throwing the wood on the ground angrily. You storm off to the loud sound of it thudding to the ground.

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another lonely friday night
drew wilson
another lonely friday night

another lonely friday night

if these walls could talk i bet they would cry

and i doubt that i’m on your mind

just like how you’re on mine

wasting all my time

getting drunk until i’m blind

another lonely friday night

if these walls could talk i bet they would cry

and i know that i’m not on your mind

but you’re the only thing on mine

another lonely friday night