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Mind Over Matter - Part 2

Summary: Everyone knew the Baron Helmut Zemo, you’d have to be living under a rock to not recognize the name of the ridiculously wealthy royal attending your university. He was the school’s top bachelor, a sophisticated and confident man who obviously was wealthy. That was enough to make any woman at the university swoon, but he was always known to never keep a girl for long. What happens when (Y/N) finds herself meeting him at one of his parties?

A/N: i’ve started watching so many movies with Daniel Bruhl in it! he’s taking up every space in my mind. will i ever update my steve rogers fic? only time will tell. part 3 coming soon if ya’ll enjoy this :)

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Part One

You couldn’t believe what had just happened between you and Zemo. It was like something was controlling your body, not caring what was happening, only that it needed to happen. His hands lit your skin on fire, so comforting but almost dangerous. His kiss left you yearning for more, but here you were, walking back to your dorm instead of spending the night with the Baron.

Your heels clacked against the pavement, providing some distraction from the drunk classmates goofing off in front of Zemo’s house. You just wanted to get to the comfort of your room and lay in your bed until Wanda came home so you didn’t have to process this entire evening on your own.

“(Y/N)!” Footsteps came from behind you with an all too familiar voice calling out your name, and you let out a groan. Instead of leaving this night behind, Zemo had to follow you out of the party, and you’d be forced to confront the scene that had just taken place in the lovely mansion you wanted to abandon.

Before you could turn around, Zemo was by your side. His suit jacket had been discarded, leaving his arms even more noticeable under his white button-up. There were a few stray hairs clung to his forehead, no doubt from the partying, but Zemo’s face was full of concern rather than a carefree college student.

“Are you okay?” His voice was soft, making you release the tension from your shoulders, and you looked at him confused. “You left in a hurry, I wanted to make sure you were okay,” he elaborated.

“I’m fine, Zemo. I’m just ready to call it a night,” you say with a pained smile.

“Please, call me Helmut.”

“So any girl that makes out with you can call you Helmut?” A joking tone took over your voice, and your mind still couldn’t understand the effect this man had on you.

“Precisely,” he responded with a chuckle before he continued. “But seriously, I had no intentions of making you uncomfortable, and I apologize if I overstepped.”

Your smile became more sincere, and you looked down at the ground before responding, “I’m okay, Zemo. I’m just ready to go back to my dorm.”

With a defeated look on his face, Zemo simply nodded, “At least let me walk you back, it’s late and Wanda is still with Vision.”

Your eyes went wide with surprise. It wasn’t easy forgetting about this man, but you’re not entirely sure if you would want to forget about him. His accent and his manners left your head in a spin, and that’s without even thinking about his attractiveness in this moment. The hair that you were able to run your hands through not too long ago clung to his forehead, his cheeks slightly rosy due to the alcohol, and his puppy dog eyes were almost too much to handle. Too hard to say no to.

“Fine,” you conceded, “but you’re carrying my heels.”

“Naturally.” Zemo’s smile showed you a different man than you had ever seen on campus. It wasn’t unusual to see him remaining stoic and unbothered at the library during his studies, nor was it unusual to see him looking constantly formal. Zemo’s messy appearance showed his casual side, making him seem almost more domestic in your eyes.

With a sigh, you hand over the heels that you’ve been carrying and start the journey back to your dorms.

It remained quiet for a few minutes, allowing yourself to glance at Zemo whenever given the opportunity, only to find that he was constantly looking at you. A blush crept up to your cheeks as you realize this, and you shake your head as a way to ground yourself back to reality.

“This is the Baron Helmut Zemo,” you thought. “He doesn’t pine after women, women pine after him. Get a grip.”

Yet here he was walking you back to your dorm in order to ensure you arrived safely.

“May I ask you a personal question?” There Zemo was again, making even a simple inquiry as formal as possible. Is this the European manners or simply how he was trained when he was young?

“You may.”

“Why do you not go out much?” Zemo stared at you curiously, his eyes narrowing slightly at his own question.

“I’ve… got many plans for myself. Men aren’t a part of that plan,” you explain, sending a look over to the man next to you before continuing. “My plan is school first, life second.”

“What’s the point of living if you are not having fun during it? University is a big deal in many cultures, it’s the time people find themselves and experiment.”

A small smile spread across your face, “Do you just like to be poetic randomly, Mr. Baron?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Only when it’s fitting,” Zemo says with a wink.

“I can’t afford to get distracted. Unlike others, I have no back-up plan. This is what I’m doing, this is what I’m going to do. Thankfully, I’ve been able to get enough scholarships to scrape by, but I have to work to keep them.” You answer honestly, feeling almost completely bare due to the intimate conversation, but his presence had a calming effect.

Zemo only nodded and furrowed his eyebrows, signaling that he was in deep thought. He’d stay like that for the remainder of the walk, making you nervous that you may have done something wrong to offend him, but you chose not to voice your own thoughts.

Just as your building came into view, rain started pouring from the clouds overhead. Without a second to think, you grabbed Zemo’s hand and ran towards the doors under the roof, not wanting to get soaked or offend the Baron any more by leaving him in the dreadful weather.

His hand grasped onto yours instantaneously, and ran alongside you with amusement. Amused by what, you can’t understand because your luck seems to only be taking a turn for the worst.

Walking into the building, you could take a better look of the state that Zemo was in, and he seemed beautiful. His hair had flattened out due to it becoming wet from the rain, and you could see his undershirt beneath his button-up. You could get used to seeing more of this version of Zemo.

Taking pity on the already wet man who had escorted you back into your home, you keep hold of his hand and lead him to your dorm apartment where he could dry off if he wishes to stay.

Your hands were slightly shaking as you unlocked the door due to the cold and the skin your dress failed to cover.

“Just come inside and dry off. You can wait out the storm and go home after,” you say without even looking at Zemo. The thought of being alone with him in your room was nerve-wracking to say the least, and you couldn’t let him know that. Letting him know the effect that he has on you would only lead to trouble.

“You’re very kind,” he responds with a grateful smile, and follows you into the college apartment.

Thankfully, you were able to clean up the mess left by Wanda while she was getting ready. Although, you felt ashamed that you continued to live on campus while Zemo practically lived in a palace.

If he didn’t like the place, there was no way of telling by his expression. He remained stoic and took a seat on the couch, laying a blanket over so he wouldn’t get it wet, and shook his head like a dog. Water droplets flew off his chestnut hair, and Zemo smiled like a little boy up at you. This made your heart flutter.

“I’ll go grab a towel and some extra clothes, just one second,” you say softly. You had to get out of the room because he was simply making you suffocate with his boyish charms. However, when you returned with a fluffy pink towel and clothes left by old hook-ups, Zemo had already stripped down to his undershirt and boxers.

You averted your eyes, not wanting to make a fool of yourself as you handed him the things he needed.

“You can look, you know.” You could hear the amusement in his voice, but you shook your head at him.

“I’d rather not,” you respond, keeping your eyes trained on the floor. All of a sudden, you felt a finger under your chin. With slight encouragement, Zemo lifted your face to make eye contact, and he smiled down at you.

“Thank you for your hospitality, (Y/N).” Hesitantly, Zemo left a kiss on your forehead before putting on a new pair of clothes, leaving you breathless.

After gaining some composure, you remove the wet blanket from the couch and toss it into the hamper of dirty clothes before taking a seat. Zemo soon followed along after he got his affairs in order and took the opportunity to sit right beside you.

“I’m assuming these clothes are coming from men who spent the night? After all, even a woman who refuses to date needs pleasure sometimes.” He smiled at you cheekily, raising his eyebrows in a teasing way, but all you could focus on was the way he rolled his r’s. You could listen to him talk about calculus and be able to pay attention.

“That is none of your business!” You reply with a scoff and a little slap against his shoulder.

Zemo feigned hurt and wrapped his arm around your body, “I’d consider us friends now. Friends know each other’s dirty businesses, yeah?”

A giggle escaped from your lips, and you wanted to scoot away from the man, but the warmth of his arm around you was heavenly. Maybe you could make an exception for him.

#baron helmut zemo #helmut zemo #zemo #zemo x reader #The Avengers #marvel #college!au #college!zemo #bucky barnes #wanda maximoff #vision #Steve Rogers #Marvel AU #zemo imagine #zemo x y/n

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Helmut Zemo being ready for it to finally be over + the look on his face when he realized that it wasn’t. | TFATWS 1x05

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Mind Over Matter

(A/N): i think i’ll turn this into a series, but not sure yet! im a whore for zemo rn as everyone is, let me know if you’re interested in reading more <3

Word Count: 2.2k

“(Y/N)!” Wanda plops onto your bed after she runs into the dorm, and smiles sweetly up at you. “Wanna go to a party tonight? Word has it that Zemo is throwing a major bash for the new school year.”

Everyone knew the Baron Helmut Zemo, you’d have to be living under a rock to not recognize the name of the ridiculously wealthy royal attending your university. He was the school’s top bachelor, a sophisticated and confident man who obviously was wealthy. That was enough to make any woman at the university swoon, but he was always known to never keep a girl for long. Fortunately, you didn’t live under a rock, just too immersed in your studies to care much about him. You’ve seen him walking on campus before, with his fur coat and maroon mock turtleneck, and you could see why he was such a popular man. It’s known that Europeans always have the best sense of style.

“I’ve already got a major essay to finish for my philosophy class next week, maybe next time?” You frown at your roommate, feigning sadness that you wouldn’t be able to make it, but by the look of her face, she wasn’t going to let you get out of this one.

“You promised you’d attend a party this year! We’re juniors and you’ve been to only a handful. Besides, his parties are super classy, everyone gets all dressed up. It’ll be fun, I swear.” Wanda looks up at you with pleading eyes, and you couldn’t help but think about the opportunity presented.

It was true, you hadn’t been to many parties since college started. Your grades were stellar, your reputation even more so. Studying as a pre-med was no joke, resulting in your non-existent social life, but you honestly didn’t mind it much. You kept your head down because college was expensive enough as it is, you couldn’t afford to get distracted. Closing the laptop on your lap, a sigh escapes your mouth, and Wanda took it as a silent submission for what she had planned.

“Perfect! It’s tonight at his mansion. Who knows? Maybe you’ll be able to get him wrapped around your finger by the end of the night,” she winked and immediately began rummaging through her closet for the perfect outfit. “I heard the theme was the 20’s, I’ve always loved the flapper girl outfits.” A laugh escaped from Wanda’s lips, and a mischievous smile was displayed on her face.

If there was anyone you trusted at this place, it’d be Wanda Maximoff. Her brother Pietro came as a close second, but she’d been your rock throughout your educational journey. Everyone loved her, everyone wanted her at their parties, but she chose to stay in with you to watch movies and talk about guys on more than one occasion. Coming from Sokovia, Wanda and Zemo talked often because of their love for the Sokovian language, but nothing romantic ever stemmed from their interactions with each other.

Truth be told, you were a pretty girl. This never went unnoticed by the guys around you, leading to a few regretful hookups. Your confidence oozed from your cheeky smile and subtly flirtatious comments when appropriate, but you were adamant on not entering a relationship until school was over. However, you were the realist out of this duo, and you knew for a fact you’d never be able to pull a guy like Helmut Zemo. With his looks and amount of money, he could get the most sought after movie star (which everyone was fairly sure he hooked up with Megan Fox at one point, but that was just a rumor).

“Do you still have your flapper girl costume from Halloween a while ago? I’ve got mine, and I don’t think we have enough time to shop before the party,” Wanda inquired.

“Of course I do, it’s my go to Halloween costume now if I ever go out again.” You smiled, reminiscing over the memories from last Halloween, and stumbled off your bed to find the outfit.

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The music was blasting, and you couldn’t help but look in awe of your surroundings. A double curved staircase with red carpeting was in front of you and Wanda, with grand railings connected to the marble floor below. The home was obnoxiously large, you could talk and an echo would rumble through the room.

Wanda gives you an encouraging look, and grabs your hand to lead you towards the party room upstairs. The silver tassels from your mini dress rubbed against your dress with every step you took, and you knew there was no turning back now. Besides, there was no way you could leave this beautiful home anytime soon, you simply wanted to drink in it’s beauty forever.

Once upstairs, a man in a suit smiled at the two of you, and asked for your invitations, which Wanda gladly handed over. With a nod, he opened the doors that were taller than any of you, and the sight immediately took your breath away.

White, translucent balloons hung from the ceiling. Art deco inspired tables with feathers and gold tassels lining over them containing copious amounts of alcohol were in the middle of the room. Intricate white and golden wallpaper covered the walls, which helped bring everything together, but the flashing disco lights allowed a modern feel to this 1920’s inspired party.

Not too long after entering the room, Vision strutted over to the two of you after catching sight of his girlfriend. “Hello (Y/N),” he flashed a quick smile to you and placed a kiss on Wanda’s cheek, “Care if I steal my girlfriend away for a dance?”

“No problem at all,” you waved your hand to dismiss the two of them, and Wanda went off to the dance floor with her love.

This was normal, Wanda would be whisked away by Vision, and you typically found a guy to bring you attention for the night, but something felt different. Right now, all you wanted was a drink, and you found yourself making a beeline towards the tables full of alcohol.

The bartender was dressed in one of the finest suits, and you couldn’t help but wonder “If his employees are dressed like this, what was the Baron wearing?”

“What would you like?” Your mind blanked trying to think of alcohol that you liked, it’s been too long.

“Surprise me, it’s been a while.” You smiled sheepishly, but your attention was caught by the feeling of another person behind you.

“That won’t do, you look like you need something strong.” A thick, European accent filled your ears, and you couldn’t help the way that your body tensed up. With a turn of your head, your eyesight took hold of the one and only, Helmut Zemo.

He looked even more delicious standing so close to you. As expected, Zemo didn’t mess around with his looks. A burgundy, pinstripe suit hugged his figure, and you couldn’t help but take note of the way his arms looked under the tight sleeves.

“Something strong would be nice,” you say holding your chin up, not wanting to embarrass yourself in front of the most well known man in the school. With a wave of his finger and a command in a language you didn’t know, two shots of clear liquid were slammed on the table, and Zemo picked one up with a cheeky smile.

You narrowed your eyes at him and nervously picked up the shot glass with shaky hands. Lifting it up to your nose, your face contorted into an expression of disgust at the smell of acetone. “What is this?”

With a rumbling chuckle from Zemo, your cheeks blushed slightly, silently scolding yourself for losing your composure. He raised his glass and with a tilt of his head, he responded “Rakija, essentially European moonshine. I’ll take a shot with you, it can be too strong for some Americans.”

Silently, you nodded and raised the shot glass, mimicking his actions. Once he swiftly threw back the liquid into his mouth, you followed, and immediately wanted to gag. It burned as it went down your throat, the taste of pure chemicals became overwhelming, and you managed to keep a straight face through it all. Zemo slammed his glass back onto the table and took a step towards you in order to be able to communicate over the loud music.

“I apologize for being such a rude host, but I don’t recognize you.” The smell of rich cologne flooded your nostrils, and you could’ve melted right there. His eyes peered down onto you, being that you were significantly shorter than the man towering over your body, and you licked your lips.

“I usually stay in my dorm, I’m pre-med.” You held your hand out politely, “(Y/N).”

Zemo’s rough hands took hold of your own, lowering his head to leave a kiss on the indents of your knuckles. Without standing up straight, he raises his eyes to look at you through his eyebrows, “It’s a pleasure to meet you (Y/N), I hope you’re enjoying the party.”

His voice was like smooth caramel and melted chocolate, just the right mix of salty and sweet. His thick accent burned into your head with the way he said your name, and your hand was tingling from where his lips met your knuckles. After hearing the stories of his charming ways, you wanted to call bullshit, but experiencing this first hand was completely different. There was some truth to the rumors of the mysterious Baron, and you couldn’t help but feel drawn to find out more. The man simply oozed sex appeal.

“I actually just got here with Wanda. She’s off somewhere with Vision.” You were proud of how you managed to keep your voice at a steady level, knowing that your mind was going crazy with how close the two of you were.

Zemo’s eyebrow perked up at the mention of Wanda’s name and held out his hand with the corners of his mouth turning up ever so slightly, “Any friend of Wanda’s is a friend of mine, care to dance (Y/N)?”

Every fiber of your being wanted you to run, knowing that if you went to dance with him, there was no turning back. Still, you couldn’t stop your hand from being placed into his, and he swiftly pulled you along towards the dance floor.

Sweaty bodies surrounded the two of you, but you could only focus on his eyes engulfing the way the dress hugged your body in all the right spots. He placed his hand on the small of your back where the dress was open, the touch sending shivers down your spine. The Baron’s hands were warm, completely contrasting the iciness of your skin.

With another hand on your waist and a smirk, he began moving his hips, which you soon followed. As the song went on, the distance between you got smaller and smaller, until your chest was practically smushed against his. You lifted your left hand to run through his chestnut brown hair, and it was as soft as you expected it to be.

“Of course it is,” you thought to yourself. “A Baron deserves only the most expensive products.”

“You’d think I would know everyone on campus, but your beauty caught me by surprise.” His breath felt hot against your ear, and you swallowed thickly.

“Not many people know me,” you countered.

“What a shame, isn’t it darling?” The use of pet names was enough to make your knees buckle, especially when paired with the Sokovian drawl, but you shook your head in defiance.

“He probably says that to all the girls.” Even so, you wished your mind would be quiet so you could appreciate this moment for what it is. The chance to dance with the bachelor everyone was pining for, but he was only paying attention to you.

You didn’t respond, only picking up the pace of your swaying hips, grinding against his thigh. Zemo exhaled a quick breath, and wasted no time to smash his lips onto yours. This action sent electricity through your body, the taste of the alcohol on his breath only made him more alluring, and your mouth copied his movements. Teeth clacked against one another, but neither of you cared. The only thing you could think about was the feeling of his fingers trailing down your back, and the way you fit with him like a lost puzzle piece.

Zemo grabbed at the nape of your neck, signaling to deepen the kiss with a tightening grip and a nip at your bottom lip, but you pulled away before you did something you regret.

With a confused look, Zemo licked his lips. “Care to go upstairs to my room?”

“Actually,” you say breathlessly, “I think it’s better if I head out.” Regretfully, you untangle your bodies and take a step back from the powerful man standing in front of you.

Without taking a second to think about what you’ve just done, you turn and make your way to the exit, but not without glancing at the Baron one last time.

His eyes never left you, and he stood still as you walked through the doors.

#zemo #baron helmut zemo #zemo x reader #marvel #wanda maximoff #vision #zemo imagine #zemo fanfic #the falcon and the winter soldier #the avengers #college!au #college!zemo #bucky barnes #pietro maximoff

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The Boxer Masterlist

Summary: (Y/N) moves to New York City in search of a new life, only to find a handsome man working out at her local gym. He’s covered in cuts and bruises, oozing with bad decisions, but (Y/N) can’t help but being attracted immediately. Surely, this isn’t a good idea, but what’s the harm in being friends?

Boxer AU

Part One

Part Two

Part Three (coming 4/16)

Part Four (coming 4/23)

updates every friday

#Steve Rogers #steve rogers x oc #steve au #steve rogers au #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes #boxer!steve #james barnes #marvel #Marvel AU #The Avengers #avengers #steve rogers imagine

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The Boxer - Chapter Two

Word Count: 1.2k

Part One

The next time I saw Steve was a few nights later and, for lack of better words, he looked awful. A shoulder sling was off to the side and the punching bag was taking a harder beating than the last time you had seen him. Something had happened, and the increase of cuts on his face gave me a good idea of what went down.

When his eyes met my stare, Steve simply nodded before resuming his workout, much to my dismay. He wasn’t there earlier. I would’ve noticed him immediately with how bruised his face was, at least, that’s what I like to tell myself. Let’s be honest, he was a stunning man. His tight, dri-fit top hugged his muscles and left little to the imagination.

There was no doubt that Steve was a ridiculously fit man, anyone would be an idiot not to admit that. With every punch, the bag was pushed further and further away before swinging back to him. His mouth was slightly ajar to help him breathe, biting his lip whenever sweat dripped down. With his blonde hair sticking to his forehead, he couldn’t look more handsome, even under these damned lights.

I was so distracted by Steve, I hadn’t even noticed Bucky sitting in the corner, a look of concern etched on his face. My ears could hear the full conversation from afar, and tried to pick up some weights to look like I wasn’t eavesdropping. I was almost done for tonight, anyway.

‘Great,’ I thought. ‘I make two acquaintances and I’m already spying on their conversations.’

“Take it easy, alright? You won that last fight, but only by pure luck. With how beaten up you were, everyone was surprised you didn’t fall. I don’t know how you mustered up the strength to knock the guy out. Care for your shoulder before it turns from a sprain to a full on dislocation.” Bucky looked disapprovingly at Steve and grabbed the punching bag before he could hit it again.

“I’m fine, Buck. My next fight is in a week, I’ll be healed by then.” He huffed before grabbing a towel and his water bottle. “Learning how to push through the pain is how you win. That’s how I stayed up in the last few rounds. I haven’t lost yet, and I don’t plan on it for a while. I was already out of training for a couple days, I gotta get back into it now.”

Bucky scoffed, “Well you won’t be winning anymore if you have a bum shoulder.” Steve gave his friend a sharp look before packing up his stuff into his duffle bag.

I turned my back toward them, putting the weights down and making sure to wipe off my fake sweat from the equipment. The two men were gone when I turned back, and I let out a sigh of relief. It felt wrong listening in on their conversations, but I couldn’t help it. Steve looked like he’d been run over, and it was normal for me to be concerned, right?

‘Not for a guy you met a few nights back.’

I rolled my eyes myself, acting like some lovesick puppy for a guy I’ve had one conversation with. Making my way to the front doors of the gym, a familiar voice spoke up.

“You ever get that mace?” Steve gave me a crooked smile when I turned around, and I couldn’t help but laugh a little. The same man who was covered in healing injuries still somehow managed to look like a puppy.

“No, actually. Haven’t had the time.”

He sucks his teeth, and after a few moments that seemed like forever, he opens the door. “Let me walk you home.”

‘I’m fine, really,’ was what I wanted to say, but Steve was intriguing. Besides, I wanted to know more about the fight that went down. Instead of opposing, I walked through the door, exiting the gym with him.

Neither of us talked for a few minutes, only the sounds of the occasional car passing could be heard. Not wanting to be an intruder, but also curiosity got the better of me, and I looked over at him, “So what happened to you?”

Steve glanced at me before shoving his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. “Why do ya wanna know?”

I rolled my eyes at his attempt to deflect from the topic, “Call it concern for a friend.”

Steve huffed a laugh and looked over at me, “Had a fight. Lasted a little longer than I wanted it to, but I won. That’s all that matters.” He turned his head away from me, focusing instead on the sidewalk. The street lamps didn’t light up the area much, but I could still see the ghost of a pained look on his face as we walked side by side. “Bucky practically banned me from the gym for two nights. I swear it’s not that bad.”

“Yeah? Try looking at a mirror.” Steve rolled his eyes, and that was all either of us had to say on the topic. Getting closer to the apartment complex, I picked at my palms as we walked, itching to keep conversation going.

It was his turn to break the silence. “So what brings you to New York?”

“Why do ya wanna know?” He smiled at my attempt at mocking him, and I continued, trying to make most of the short time of the walk. “I got a decent nursing job at a hospital nearby. Pretty decent pay from what I used to have, although, that wasn’t pretty hard to top. My old city was small. Everyone knew everyone, and it was just time for me to get out. Everything was too familiar. I figured there was something bigger waiting out there for me, so why not look for it at the Big Apple?”

Steve nodded, taking a moment to think about my answer before responding, “I’ve been here practically my whole life. I live in the place my ma used to live, go to the same gym Buck and I went to as teenagers, now he owns the damn place. Nothing wrong with familiarity.”

The corners of my mouth tugged into a smile. Staring down at the ground at my feet, I shrugged my shoulders. “Yeah, I guess not.”

‘I wouldn’t mind becoming familiar with you.’ I discreetly shook my head, ridding the thought before it could get too far.

Luckily, the views of the brick building apartment building came into view before we could get too deep into our conversations. With everything already said by him, I could feel a pull into wanting to get more out, and that’s a dangerous thing to get sucked into.

“Well, this is me,” I say as our footsteps came to a stop, and Steve looked up at the building. “Thanks for walking me home, really. I didn’t need it, but it was nice having company. Been way too busy at work to make friends.”

He flashed another one of his famous, sickly sweet smiles, and shrugged nonchalantly. “See you around doll, maybe get some form of protection so I don’t have to walk you home every night.” With a wink, Steve set out on his way home. I couldn’t help but replay the entire interaction over and over in my head before heading up to my apartment.

#steve rogers #boxer!steve #steveau #steve rogers au #steve x oc #bucky #james barnes #james buchanan barnes #marvel #marvel au #steve au #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers oneshot #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x oc #captain america #captain america x reader

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One Liner Prompt list #11

1- “Are you ok? You sound like you’ve been gargling glass.”

2- “No no no, sorry! I just-… I honestly didn’t think you even knew my name.”

3- “For once, this isn’t actually my fault.”

4- “….Did you just sniff me?”

5- “Give me back my keys! I’m fine!”

6- “You’re my boss, not my mum. Why are you so worried about me all of a sudden?”

7- “I’m not going to like what you’re about to tell me…. am I?”

8- “I can’t believe you told them you were my fiancé.”

9- “I didn’t know you had a cat.”

10- “What the fuck did you do to all of my clothes?!”

11- “Excuse you, I can be as dramatic and ridiculous as I want, outside of work hours. You can’t stop me.”

12- “Did you know that you talk in your sleep?”

13- “Don’t be sorry…. It was kind of cute actually.”

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The Boxer - Chapter 1

A/N: hi! i started this account to encourage myself to write more as a distraction from school, and this is my first fanfic. hope you enjoy <3

Word Count: 1.1k

The dim fluorescent lights strained my eyes almost immediately upon entering the run down gym. It was late, almost too late to begin exercising, but I needed to do something instead of tossing and turning in my bed. Moving into a new city was an idea that always sounded nice, but I was constantly itching to be doing something, even when I had no one to keep me occupied.

The sounds of my footsteps echoed into my ears as I walked up to the front desk, but the man standing there didn’t pay any mind to it.

“Hi, I’m here to start a membership.” Flashing my sweetest smile when the man rolled his eyes at a new member attending the gym at 11pm, and he began tapping away on the keyboard of his computer.

“New here?” The man asked. My eyes flashed down to his name tag. Bucky.

“Just moved here a week ago. This is the closest gym to my apartment.” I handed him my drivers license to help get the process going, not really wanting to talk about this right now.

“Welcome to New York, (Y/N).” Bucky gave me a small smile as he handed over my gym card.

As I took a turn into the main gym, I couldn’t help but notice someone in the corner. I didn’t think there would be other people here this time of night, but obviously, I was wrong. His blonde hair was soaking, sweat dripping down his face as he beat a punching bag with all of his might. His chest heaved up and down as he stopped the bag from moving with his large hands.

“Hey Steve, try not to break one tonight.” Bucky came out from behind his desk and stood in front of (apparently) Steve with his arms crossed.

Steve let out a heft laugh as he wiped his face with a towel, “No promises Buck!” He looks over towards me, locking eyes. I quickly looked away and made my way to the nearest treadmill.

He was attractive, no doubt about that. When he looked at me, I caught a glimpse of his strikingly blue eyes, but I couldn’t focus on that right now. I was here to get some energy out before heading back to my apartment, and the point of being in a new city was to focus on myself. Not to drool over a hot guy in the gym.

I felt proud of myself for dispelling the thoughts of him out of my head, but I couldn’t help stealing some glances from the man in the corner. All of a sudden, he wasn’t there anymore.

“Hey, I’ve never seen you around here before.” Steve was standing next to me with a slight smile tugging on his lips.

I put the treadmill to a stop, and nervously played with my fingers. “New to town, came here about a week ago.” He nodded, taking in my words and held his hand out.

“Steve.”

“(Y/N),” I said shaking his hand.

“This area can get pretty dangerous if you’re not careful, I suggest you invest in some mace or something.” Steve stretched his arms over his broad chest, and I couldn’t help but take a look where his shirt was slightly riding up, giving me a glimpse of his abs.

“Thanks, but my apartment is pretty close, so I don’t think I’ll have any problems,” I explain as I get off the treadmill, slightly embarrassed that this man was getting me more worked up than exercising ever could. “Are you a boxer?”

He wrapped the towel around his neck nodding, “Been doing it for as long as I could remember.” Biting my lip, I finally took notice of the cuts and bruises on his face. On his right cheek, a healing cut with a nasty yellow bruise resided there. His knuckles were cut up, as if all he stuck his hand in a pile of glass. The evidence of violence deeply contrasted his overall appearance. His short blonde hair, pearly white teeth, and ocean eyes made me think of the average All-American boy.

“Professionally?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

Steve lets out a chuckle and flashes his teeth at me with a grin, “Something like that.” Sensing my confusion, he clarified, “It’s not my day job, and I fight at a shady place, but it does help pay the bills.” Bucky calls out to him from the front, and he rolls his eyes at the sound of his friend.

“It was nice meeting you, it’ll be nice having a familiar face,” I say smiling.

“Likewise. Hope to see you around more, doll.” he winked before making his way towards his friend, leaving me blushing next to the treadmill.

During the rest of my workout, I couldn’t help but think of Steve pounding on the punching bag in the corner. He threw punches with such a ferocity, I wouldn’t want to be on the other end of his rage. Maybe he’ll invite me to watch a fight, but if he’s invading my thoughts after only seeing him in the gym, imagine the effects he’ll have on me after seeing him in action!

I rolled my eyes at my thoughts. Clearly, I’ve forgotten the rules I’ve set for myself before moving. I couldn’t get interested in a man I’ve just met, even if he is an attractive boxer. I’m here to start a new life for myself, and that means I need to take it slow. Diving in too deep and too fast will only end badly for me, but who says I can’t be friends with him?

Chuckling to myself at the pining going on in my mind, I clean the machine I was using, and make my way towards the front. Steve is nowhere to be found, but Bucky was finishing up locking everything.

He gives me a small wave, “Have a good night (Y/N), don’t let Steve scare you. I don’t think this area is that bad.”

“I’m sure you don’t nothing bad ever happens to a man at night,” I joke and he lets out a huff of laughter.

“I suppose you’re right about that.” After returning his wave, I exit the old gym, and make my way towards my new apartment. Of course, I felt the compelling need to analyze my surroundings as I walked. It wasn’t the best neighborhood. In fact, this area wasn’t my first choice, but it had cheap apartments. Staying on high alert, I couldn’t allow myself to get distracted by the boxer with striking blue eyes that could stop anyone in their tracks.

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Writing Prompts

Because, why not? It’s fun to do writing prompts.

Pick and choose which ever you want. Can choose multiple for one or more prompts.

Specify Character/OC/ship/OTP and which parts and numbers. Like this;

Fred x Buddy - Au 3 - situation 13 - Sentence 4.

Feel free to reblog this.

AUs -

Street racing au

Flower shop & Tattoo shop au

Pirate au

General modern au

Roadtrip au

College/university au

Dancing au

Mythical au

Soulmate au

Supernatural au

Nerd x Football player au

Mythology au

Demon x Angel au

Alpha/Beta/Omega au

Band au

Stranded on an Island au/Stranded au

Viking au

Futuristic au

Long distance relationship au

Neighbours au

Situations-

Standing outside in the rain.

Dancing in the rain.

A movie marathon at home.

A sunny morning cuddling in bed.

A rainy morning cuddling in bed.

At a party at someone’s house.

Going on a long drive somewhere.

Going camping with friends, they meet for the first time.

Playing a game together.

Going to an amusement park.

Going on a mountain hike together.

Going to meet the other partner’s family.

Going on an adventure together.

A fun day on a snowy day.

Staying in a cave overnight due to a storm.

Sentences -

“I never expected to meet you here.”

“You look breath taking…”

“I love you so much it almost hurts.”

“I… think I love you.”

“You’re just too damn cute!”

“If we weren’t here, I’d marry you already, babe.”

“You’re too distracting with your handsome face and… your… everything!”

“You’re sexy and you damn well know it, or else you wouldn’t be wearing that.”

“I’ll never forget you. Not even after this life is over!”

“Let’s be clumsy and fall in love!”

“Please stop making me fall in love with you! I swear, everytime I see your beautiful face, I fall all over again.”

“You are the love of my life. There’s no way I’m leaving now.”

“I chose you. I’ll always choose you, no matter who comes in the way. There’s no one else.”

“I won, because of you. I won, because I have you by my side, cheering me on and driving me.”

“If letting you go is the only choice I have, I will. Because I love you.”

“No matter if you push me away or ditch me for someone else, I’ll always love you! I’ll love you, even from a distance.”

“I’ve gone through some real shit in my life, but… you make my present and future seem so much more brighter.”

“I… I want to be happy with you. Now and in the future….”

“Please… Be mine. Let me be yours. Be the love of my life.”

“You never fail to make my heart beat even stronger for you… Here, do you feel it? It beats only for you.”

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