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Based on the song Like Real People Do by Hozier

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Rating: PG13

A/N: super short blurb, super fluffy and soft!bucky, i warned you, have a sweet tooth for this one

"I will not ask you where you came from,

I will not ask you, neither should you.

Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips

We should just kiss like real people do."

Bucky had seen that distant, far away look in your eyes. He knew that look better than anyone else. His heart ached at the thought of anyone ever having caused you pain. He wanted nothing more than to scoop you up in his arms and pepper your face in kisses until your sweet giggle reached his ears again. However, there was a mutual understanding between the two of you. Neither wanted to dive deep into their own trauma, so you left the therapy talk for therapy.

"Babe come over here," he called out to you.

Your eyes snapped to him, taking in his hopeful face, his eyes begging for you to move closer to him. You stood, making the pace over to your boyfriend. When you reached within arms grasp, Bucky pulled you onto his lap. The super soldier began kissing your forehead, cheeks, and lips.

"Buck, what are you doing," you managed out through giggles.

"I'm just giving you love,doll; you deserve it."

"No really James, what is this all about," your eyes locked with his.

He sighed at the use of his first name, "I knew that look, doll; eyes always seeking. Was there someone who dug long ago?"

Your eyes widened at his words. You had hoped he hadn't noticed. With a past as tough as his, your previous love troubles had to be the least of his worries. How could you expect him to listen to you drone about how your ex had taken every chance to drag your self esteem down.

"Bucky…," you started.

"I will not ask you why you were creeping in some sad way, I already know," he cut you off, pressing another kiss to your forehead, "I know you have some sort of hurt in your past, doll. It tears me up inside to think someone is in your head like that."

Your heart thumped in your chest, your mind overtaking you again. You thought of the night you left. How your ex's screams at you echoed off the walls in his apartment. How he slung every insult he could think of at you, as you packed your things. How the words he slung lingered in your brain, even now.

Bucky's voice snapped you out of your trance, "Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips."

You smiled at the man, before capturing his lips on yours. He ran his fingers along your back, calming you down. When you broke the kiss, he rested his forehead against yours. His eyes locked with yours, lingering for a brief second before he looked down.

"I could not ask you where you came from," he whispered out, "That would be unfair, doll. I haven't opened up to you like that. I don't want you to know about my past either; it's ugly. But, if you need someone to talk to, please just come to me."

Your eyes watered as you looked down, "But Bucky, I couldn't put my problems on you. You already have so much to deal with, and my past is so silly compared to yours."

"Now doll, stop that talk. Your problems are never silly. Trust me I'm stronger than you think. Please, come talk to me whenever. I love you."

"I love you too, Buck."

He kissed away your tears, causing you to giggle again softly. He stared in your eyes before pressing a long, meaningful kiss to your lips. You smiled and he pulled you in close.

"Honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips.

We could just kiss like real people do."

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (semi-au?)

Rating: 17+

Warnings: non-canonical (post-CW but Steve doesn't end up going on the run) just very sad but lowkey fluff at the end?

A/N: so this is the second part to my steve imagine "Mayday", I am so sorry for the long wait.

Part 1:

"She's all laid up in bed with a broken heart.

While I'm drinking Jack all alone in my local bar.

And we don't know how we got in this mad situation,

Only doing things out of frustration."

Of course, he was upset with himself, how could he not be? He had lost the one thing in his life after the ice that actually made sense. Sure, being Captain America was great and all, but all he wanted at the end of the day was you. So here Steve sat, at a bar, downing drink after drink with Bucky.

"What happened, man," Bucky questioned, taking another sip of his drink.

"I am just under so much stress, Buck. I let it get the best of me. Plus, the dating scene is a lot different now than it was back in the day. Everything's so much more relaxed now," he explained, his voice dripping with regret.

"Let me guess, she thought you were too controlling."

Steve sighed and nodded, waving down the bartender to refill his cup. His mind flashed to all the little fights you had. The little snide comments he made in anger flooded his mind, causing his heart to break even more.

"Buck, I think I really messed this up. I put the shield in front of the people I care about again," the ice in his drink clinked as he downed that one too, "I tried to make it work, but man, these times are hard."

Steve's head swarmed as Bucky tried to offer him words of encouragement. He knew he needed to move on, you were right. You did deserve better.

"She needs me now but I can't seem to find the time."

Steve sighed as he saw another text ding on his phone from you. He knew he should open it and respond. You could be asking for him back. Or, you could be telling him how much better you are without him. His eyes watered as he slid the text into the trash, knowing it was better off this way.

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You sighed as another one of your texts was left on delivered for hours. You wanted nothing more than for your blonde super soldier to walk through that door and to crawl into your bed with you. He was your other half, of course, you hadn't meant it when you said you deserved better. You were just frustrated, you wanted attention and you were tired of taking second place. But, you knew that you should've just calmed down and talked to him. You crawled under your covers again, your body shaking with cries as your mind drifted to another Steve-fueled dream.

"So we're going to start by drinking old cheap bottles of wine,

Sit talking up all night, saying things we haven't for a while"

When you awoke, the time on the clock read 2:37 am, the red numbers lighting up the dark room. You sat up, your head pounding from the tears. Your legs ached as you stood, heading for the kitchen in the compound. When you rounded the corner, you were greeted with the sight of a very drunk Steve, rummaging through the fridge.

Your breath caught in your throat before you spoke softly, "Hey, Steve."

His eyes snapped to you in surprise, his normally blue irises tinted with red. His eyes began to water at the sight of you. Your heart clenched and the compound was rocked with a demanding silence.

"(Y/N), please I'm so sorry," his voice was raspy in his throat.

You walked over to the cabinet next to the fridge, taking a deep breath as you brushed past the tall man. You reached on your tiptoes and grabbed a bottle of cheap chardonnay out of it. You turned to the man with a small smile and extended the bottle to him.

"Would you like to come to my room and talk, Steve," you offered.

His eyes watered more, a tear leaking out, as he nodded. You grabbed his hand and led him through the halls. His grip was tight on you, not quite painful. He followed you wordlessly, like a puppy. When you finally reached your door, you opened it, leading him over to the bed to sit down.

Steve opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off, "Steve, please, first let me explain. I didn't mean those things I said. I promise. You are all I want, and I was just frustrated taking the back seat. I just wanted to feel like I actually meant something to you."

He nodded stiffly before beginning, "I never meant to make you feel like that. I love you so very much, you're everything to me. I put the shield first and it got me nowhere. I promise I'm committed to this."

"Steve, you have to also understand that the things that you say hurt me. It's not the 1930s anymore, you are not in charge of what I wear or do. I am my own person and you need to get that for this to work."

"I know. I know that I'm sorry doesn't fix everything, (Y/N), but I truly am sorry. I'm sure it's going to take a while for you to fully trust me again but I am willing to do the work to make you believe that I am in this for the long run."

You two spent the rest of the night polishing off the bottle of wine and chatting like you had just met. For the first time in a long time, your smile was reaching your eyes again. Steve's laugh echoed off the walls, causing your heart to fill with joy. When it was finally time for you to go to sleep, you offered for Steve to sleep in your bed tonight, to which he happily accepted.

Before you drifted to sleep you turned to him, "We're going to get through this."

He nodded, "Don't give up on me baby."

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Rating: 17+

Warnings: MENTIONS OF SUICIDE AND DEPRESSION, other than that its just fluff

A/N: wow i am NOT sure how i feel about this

"I'm standing on a bridge

Waiting in the dark

I thought that you'd be here by now."

You stood on the small bridge, taking in the city lights. "If only life seemed this beautiful all the time," you thought. Your eyes glazed over as you thought of the reason you were here. Your mind drifted to the slipping grades, fights with your mom, and your best friend abandoning you. It all seemed to be falling apart around you, caving in quicker than you could dig.

You sighed, placing on foot on a ledge and pushing yourself up, until you were standing on the edge of the bridge. Tears flooded your eyes, blurring your vision to the world around you.

"Isn't anyone trying to find me? Won't somebody come take me home," you pleaded the universe.

You looked down at the cold water below you, hoping that it was at least a quick fall. Suddenly you were swooped off the bridge, landing on your feet on the pavement. Your eyes darted over to the figure who grabbed you, your eyes widening in realization. Standing before you was Spiderman, the local hero. He ripped off his mask, revealing a cute brunette boy your age.

"Shoot I probably shouldn't have revealed my identity, but you really look like you need a friend. What's wrong," he questioned.

You took a shaky breath before bursting into tears once again. The young man's eyes widened before quickly pulling you into a hug. You muttered an apology but continued crying, reveling in the fact that someone was finally holding you. Once you calmed down you introduced yourself and the two of you spent hours talking about life and the city.

Peter gazed down at his watch before looking at you and extending his hand to you, "Take me by the hand."

"Take me somewhere new," you whispered to him, "I don't know who you are, but I'm with you."

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Yours and Peter's friendship blossomed over the next few weeks. You spent nights at his place with him and Aunt May. May was like a second mother to you, holding your hand and offering advice when you needed it. You and Peter studied, played games, and you even picked up the habit of being there to clean him up after hard patrol nights.

It was finally time that Peter was going to take you to an Avengers event. It was a small celebration in light of Cap's 110th birthday as far as you knew. You had dressed in the best cocktail that you and Aunt May could find. You smiled at yourself in the mirror, admiring how the dress hugged your body in all the right places.

You had wanted to catch Peter's attention and May knew that, opting for a shimmery black dress. You had done some light makeup, hoping to try and keep it as natural as possible. You had developed a crush on Peter, there was no doubt on that. What was confusing was Peter's constant mixed signals.

You hoped tonight was going to be the night that Peter finally realized that you were standing right in front of him begging to be loved. You did one last once over in the mirror before descending down the hallway and greeting Peter.

"Wow, (Y/N), you look.... amazing," he breathed out.

You blushed before muttering a thank you, and off you went.

"I'm looking for a place.

I'm searching for a face.

Is there anybody here I know?"

Peter didn't intentionally mean to ditch you when you got to the party. He was dragged off in a different direction by Tony Stark. Who would you be to object? Nonetheless, it left you completely alone and feeling as awkward as ever. Your eyes darted around the room, silently hoping to land on someone familiar. You knew it was useless, you'd never know anyone here.

The anxiety settled in your tummy, forcing the urge to upchuck the shrimp cocktail you had consumed minutes before. Your palms began to sweat as you realized Peter was no longer in your vision. What were you going to do? You knew nobody here and there's no way you could just start conversing with someone out of the blue. With no other idea in mind, you worked your way through the crowd quietly and exited out to some sort of balcony.

You sat out there for what seemed like hours until you finally heard the door crack open. You whipped your head around, the anxious feeling doubling at the thought of a superhero being behind you. Your eyes locked with Peters and you let out an exhale of breath, the cold making the heat of it visible in the cold air.

"It's a damn cold night," Peter called out to you.

You nodded and started walking over to him, eager to be in his warm embrace.

"I'm so sorry for leaving you, I had no idea Mr. Stark would pull me away like that," He mumbled into your hair as your bodies collided.

"It's fine, Peter. I'm not mad," you spoke quietly.

"Are you sure? You have every right to be. I jus-". you cut him off by pushing your lips against his.

His eyes widened before he realized what you were doing, and then he settled into the kiss. Your lips moved ever so slightly; a sweet, innocent kiss. You pulled away slightly, pressing another soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. You backed away slowly, locking eyes with Peter.

"(Y/N)," He began.

"No, Peter. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have," You whispered.

"Please, don't be sorry. I have feelings for you," Peter spoke slowly.

"Peter, please, you don't mean that," you licked your lips as you spoke.

Peter's eyes stared down at you, before he quickly pulled you into another kiss. This kiss was slightly more passionate, without making it overly sexual. You matched his pace and relaxed into his arms, allowing him to hold you up. He smiled into the kiss, before pulling away and pressing a long kiss to the corner of your mouth. You blushed at him copying your move from earlier.

"Is that enough to convince you that I mean that," his voice was low.

"Yes, I think it is," you smiled.

"Take me by the hand," he spoke with a grin.

"Let's go somewhere new," you agreed.

"I'm fine as long as I'm with you."

Based on the song Mayday by Cam

A/N: i am a monster ngl

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader

Word count: 1k

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: breakup, angst, crying, fighting

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"You are overbearing, I'm not in love

But, I don't wanna tell you.

We've been contemplating how to give it up,

But I can't convince you."

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It had been a hard couple of months, that's for sure. Between helping Wanda deal with the loss of her brother, dealing with the consequences of Ultron, and your now failing relationship with Steve, you were exhausted to say the least. You and Steve had been drifting for weeks. It had started with less sex that tapered off to none. His newest thing was no longer sitting next to you in meetings or at dinners. This one had stung the most, was he now embarrassed to be seen with you? 

Then there were the little things he did daily that hurt you. He spent his time critiquing your clothing choices. 

"Are you sure you should wear that out? Isn't it a little revealing," he asked you as you exited the bathroom.

Your eyes glanced down at the black dress you were wearing, "Hardly? It's just a little cleavage."

"I just wouldn't want anyone to think you're trying to catch their attention," your heart stung at his comment. 

You had tried to reason with him, hoping he would see that you were falling apart. He refused to give you the time of day, saying, "We are fine (y/n), I don't know why you're worried." And with a peck on the forehead, he left the room. You stood there in shock at how blind Steve was becoming to the world around him. Sure, he was focused on saving the world and maintaining peace, but he was neglecting his home life, mostly you. 

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"You gotta let me leave.

I'm lying here, inches away 

But you can't hear me call mayday."

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Things between the two of you had finally come to a boiling point one night after Steve had returned from Lagos. You had heard what happened from F.R.I.D.A.Y., and your worry for the super soldier grew with every passing second. When he finally slumped through the door, he looked like absolute hell. Tear stained cheeks, bruises littering his skin, and dark circles caused your heart to clench. 

"Steve, listen..", you began.

"No, (y/n), stop. I don't wanna hear it from you either. I know this all got messed up and it's mostly my fault," He snapped at you.

Your mouth gaped open before you spit back at him, "I was going to offer you some words of encouragement, but forget it. I'm sleeping in my room tonight."

As you stood, his eyes shot to you, "Don't you dare walk out that door, (y/n). I'm not joking around."

"Or what, Steve? Or what. What are you gonna possibly do? I've been sitting here alone trying to fix our relationship before it goes to shit and the best you can offer me is a forehead peck and a dinner later that week? This is pathetic. I deserve better than this," the tears were free falling at this point.

"Is that all you can think about is you? The world is constantly needing a hero to save it from the next danger. I have to be there for the world. It's my duty."

"You know what? Maybe I shouldn't have gotten involved with you. Look at what it did to my dad and mom. Superheroes will never be able to have happy relationships. I'm done Steve. Save the world, but I need someone who can be there for me. All I asked for was a little attention and some quality time when you can."

"Fine. Walk out the door."

You took one last shaky breath and gathered your things, before walking quietly out the door. 

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"It's either sink or swim.

We tried so many times, for worse or better.

It tears my heart in two to leave it all behind

And say goodbye forever."

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You barely left your room, the darkness of the world around you seeping into every crevice of your soul. The world seemed so much happier and safer with Steve. Wanda came by a lot with food and forced you up to shower and brush your hair. Nat stopped by occasionally with well wishes from the group and little treats for you. 

It was nice to have all of your friends living with you to help get you through this. But, how were you supposed to ever leave your room again when you lived with your reason for crying? Your dad suggested building a floor just for you like an apartment. You declined, and promised him you could still be professional.

The days were spent laying in the dark, crying until your head hurt. Your mind flashed with all the happy memories you had with Steve. The time you went to the orchard and picked apples in the fall. The first time he told you he loved you. The first night you spent completely together. It came and went in flashes, each leaving you more heartbroken than the last.

Then the news came from Wanda that Steve and your father were at odds over some accords. The plan was for there to be a full civil war between your father and people on his side, and Steve and his people. Your heart clenched, knowing your father was holding against the super soldier. Your mind flashed to their safeties as Clint entered the room, looking for Wanda.

"I'm sorry (y/n), Cap didn't ask me to grab you."

"It's fine Clint, I think it best I just stayed here and out of the way."

"Okay, Wanda we better get going. Cap needs our help."

With that, the two left, leaving you alone once more. Your mind couldn't stray from the fact that Steve sent for Wanda, but not you. You knew it best you not get involved, but he doesn't even seem to be hurt at your split. Your head hit the pillow as you spent another day crying until you fell asleep. 

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"Mayday, mayday

This is an emergency.

Mayday, mayday

You've gotta let me leave.

I'm lying here, inches away,

But you can't hear me call, mayday."