Warnings: Heartbreak, Angst, Manipulation, lies, threats, argumentsĪ/N: This is a revised copy of my oc fic. It is still written in 3rd person. What will happen when he runs into the woman that broke his heart during it? Summary: Steve is living his perfect life with Peggy after the war. Pairing: Steve Rogers & Reader, Steve Rogers & Peggy Carter Steve tsked at her, “That’s not a dinner. To her, he was perfect and so far beyond her reach even when he was right there. She was sure she’d recognize him anywhere, in any timeline. His soul, his aura, whatever you wanted to call it.

It wasn’t his looks or the serum, it was just HIM. He shone so bright she couldn’t see anything else. Eyes she could get lost in and a smile that made her heart stutter. That fact being something Y/N had accepted years ago. She could never be that for him, and he only ever saw her as a friend. The brilliant, strong, gorgeous woman he needed by his side, like Peggy was. The kind of woman that he could fall in love with. But at times, like right now with him so close, she caught herself wishing she could be completely different. She fought too long and hard finding herself to change for someone else. Vowing to be content with what she saw in the mirror every day. Be who she wanted to be, dress in what made her happy, let her freak flag fly. It took years of rejection for her to finally say FUCK IT, and decide to be good enough for herself. She was not pretty enough, not smart enough, not thin enough, not strong enough, too opinionated, too emotional, too weird, too needy. What she thought, what she wore, how she looked, never seemed to fit with their standards. An endeavor that only caused bleeding and more name calling. She tried so many times to scrub herself raw, hoping to wake up with flawless skin. When she looked at it, she could still feel her arm tear open, taste her fear. It didn’t matter to them how she got it, she was labeled a freak and cast aside. Making her the constant target of bullying growing up. It started with the unsightly scar that ran up her arm. Y/N knew she wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea. Comments, reblogs and likes are always welcome and appreciated. No stealing, no reposts, no translations. Warnings: Fluff, angst, hard pining, unrequited love, heartbreak, jealousy, insecurity, sillinessĪ/N: This is a revised copy of my oc fic. Summary: He deserved the world and she wanted to make sure he got it.

Resolved to live the rest of his miserable life alone. The man slipped the band off his finger and sighed. Well, if nothing else, he was good at giving up. He couldn't do it… He should do it… He shouldn’t. He reached for it but hesitated once his fingertips met gold. His eyes flickered down to his left hand, debating if he should take the ring off. Reminding him what a pathetic failure he was and how repulsive she found him. At least it meant it was quiet, Gina wasn't yelling at him constantly. Same time his wife left him for another man and sent him the divorce papers. Hair combed, beard trimmed, clean polo and khakis, he looked ready for work, even though he lost his job six months ago. Staring morosely into the mirror, the brunette straightened his glasses.

Warnings: smut, misunderstandings, dating, dumb choices, fluff, angst, talks of divorce and cheating, bitchy ex-wife, Dennis being DennisĪ/N: This is a revised copy of my oc fic. Sleepwalking through his miserable days and lonely nights… until he met her. Summary: Dennis has never had much luck in his worthless life.

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