#‘40s!asylum!Steve Rogers x nurse!Reader

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Oh because i miss them and this reminds me of them, asylum!Steve and his nurse dor this picture. 😍

“I missed you.” His voice broke the silence in the room, his hands steady as they found the edge of your hips. “I missed you, doll.”

“We can’t.” Your eyes fluttered closed, a reaction to his soft open mouth kiss to the apex of your neck. “Steve…”

“Please give me this.” He bore no sign of the man he once was, no station that dignified him as Captain America. In here he was a soldier who lost his mind from the war, in here he was a number. To everyone else, he was a charity case.

“I can’t. You’ll get into trouble.” You protested his affection, fighting with your body that wanted to crumble and your mind that wanted to deny every action in order to save him.

“I don’t care.” He whispered against your neck, your uniform starchy in his hands, not soft like he would’ve wanted, but it was all he could take. “Angel, sweetheart…”

“Steve, they’ll punish you.” Your head lolled to the side, your breath becoming hitched as he slowly started to suckle at your pulse-point.

He was marking you as he knew how, taking the moment to feel you against him in the quiet hours of the night shift. He was already calculating how to escape, how to run away with you but that was months away and he couldn’t wait any longer.

“The doctors, are they hurting you?” His voice took a turn, hands sharply grasping your waist in a show of protective and possessiveness.

“They haven’t targeted me yet, they’ve…they like the more…”

“Stop,” Steve cut you off with gentility, returning his mouth to your flesh, seeking out the kind of pleasure that you could afford now, “you don’t have to tell me.”

“Its not bad for me, its worse for others.” You whispered in the quiet room, your hands resting upon his as your fingers became entwined. “They haven’t…Steve, we shouldn’t.”

“Here,” he recoiled from you only to slip his hand into his pocket, retrieving a sleek silver chain that was standard among the soldiers, “take this.”

“Your dog tags? They let you keep them?” You shivered against his fingers, a soft sigh elicited from your lips as he placed the chain around your neck and fastened it.

“Sadistic, isn’t it? Strip me of everything I used to be but let me keep my tags.” Steve drew his fingertips along the chain, feeling you shiver against his touch. “Take them, keep them under your uniform. Until I can get a ring-”

A knock at the door was your indicator to go. You turned toward Steve and rest your hands upon his chest, fingers tracing a seam in his asylum clothes. Your breath was shaky and you couldn’t look at him until he tipped your chin with his knuckles, drawing his lips against yours once more.

“Until I can get us out of here, and get a ring…” he whispered a vow, flesh against flesh before letting you go. “I promise, I’m going to be a good husband.”

A second knock on the door had you separating, the two of you stepping away from each other. You left first, slipping out of the room to follow the nurse aiding you, your hand resting against the chain hidden under your dress.

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Thirsty Thursday:

What it's like when nurse reader pleads Asylum Steve out of pleasure "Steve please, please", while he's balls deep inside her and he replies "I got you" and showers his love through his actions.

“Please, please, please…” He has to hide his face in the crook of your neck because he feels immense pride and he’s rendered bashful.

Despite being your husband and lover, despite this not being the first time he’s made love to you, fucked you stupid and senseless, he’s bashful.

Maybe its the way you’re pleading with him for his cock to bring you pleasure that makes him bashful.

Maybe its the way you scratch at his back until it leaves marks and your head is thrown back as you cry his name.

Or maybe its because you asked him to fuck you pregnant. Maybe its the way you subtly touched your belly and asked him if he’s really like having a baby running around.

His answer was yes, his answer would always be yes, but then…then he heard you moaning his name as he thrust his cock deep into your cunt and breathed heavily into your ear.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart.” He huffed, he exhaled short and drew his hands down your sides to your hips to steady you.

“I’ve got…” Steve leaned back, he grabbed your legs and threw them over his shoulders to get a better angle, the new position drawing incomprehensible and pleasured whines, whimpers and moans from your pretty lips. “…you.”

He emptied himself in you but that didn’t stop the intimacy. He emptied his balls and began the physical and emotionally charged process of making you feel his passion after sex. His lips dragged along your sweat soaked skin, his tongue lapping at any leftovers as you laid against the bed with your eyes half-shut.

“I’ve got you, doll. I will always protect you.” Steve kissed every inch of you saving your belly for last so he could communicate your shared wants and desires. “And when our little baby comes, I’ll protect them too. My perfect happy ending.”

“You deserve it.” Your voice was quiet, you were tired and you still managed to run your fingers through his hair. “Steve…you deserve it all.”

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This SCREAMS steve

“I’ve never danced before.” You admit to him, watching cautiously as he moves furniture around in your small town home. “I’ve never…I’m not a good dancer.”

“You’ve never danced before?” He finds that hard to believe, though you have no reason to lie to him.

“I wasn’t exactly sought after by a lot of men Steve. And then the war happened and I became a nurse, and then the asylum-“

“I understand.” He stops in front of you, placing his hands on your shoulders. Warmth blooms beneath his palms, radiating throughout your body as if you’re being wrapped in a soft blanket.

“So we’re dancing now? Here?” You question him, following him with your eyes as he steps away from you toward the record player.

“I’ll teach you.” He fiddles with the record and then you heard a soft crooning voice radiating around the room, a melody that entices you. “I’m not the best dancer myself.”

“What if I step on your toes?” You nibble on your bottom lips, searching his eyes for any remorse.

“I hope you do, doll.” His voice is husky and he reaches for you, one hand clutching yours and the other resting on your back.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” As if you could hurt this massive enhanced man, though the thought crosses your mind anxiously.

“Relax, sweetheart.” He’s calm, he’s happy to be doing this in the middle of your living room under the soft moonlight.

You dare try to glance down at your feet and find his forefinger and thumb raising your chin again. Your eyes are locked on his and a smile graces his face as the two of you slowly begin to move.

“Let me lead.” He whispers softly, moving you in time with him to the romantic melody and lyrics, slowly tracing the expanse of the makeshift dance floor he made.

You can’t pull your eyes away from him, even if you wanted to. He’s got such a captivating hold on you and you wonder if you’ve done the same to him.

“You’re doing great, love.” Steve encourages you with a soft laugh, hands firmly and steadily keeping you balanced. “Perfect, Mrs. Rogers.”

“You’re a good teacher.” You compliment him in return, easing into the natural flow as you continue from one song to the next, no rush or urgency to stop.

Soon you finds yourself standing flush against him, arms wrapped around him and your head resting on his chest. Your eyes flutter closed as you revel in the safety of this place your in. You’re home, you’re safe and protected as long as he’s breathing.

You don’t have much, you know that, but its a good and honest life. A life where you saved each other.

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ASYLUM!STEVE !!!!!!!

Can you expand on your personal headcanon on reader getting in trouble for not going into the kids ward and he beats up the doctors and stuff?

The hand on your stomach shook, your fingers curling against the material of your uniform. You felt your heart thrashing in your chest as you struggled to breathe without feeling your throat catching. You had stolen yourself away to the end of the men’s wing, standing in front of the window to get a little temporary light.

You were starkly aware of what had happened beyond the closed doors, or at the very least you could guess what was going on and even in the lowest part of your conscience you couldn’t ignore it. You didn’t know who to tell but you couldn’t dare push it down to be ignored.

“You’re shaking.” His voice came from behind you, strong comforting hands rested on your shoulder as his strong chest was pressed against your chest. “Why are you shaking, doll?”

“I got reprimanded for not willingly going in the children’s ward. I hate going into the children’s ward, I can’t…its…” one hand rose to your lips and your stomach twisted painfully.

“Steve, its…” you turned round to face him, blanching when you tried to quantify what you had seen the one night you went.

“You can tell me, sweetheart.” Steve caressed your cheek, his blue-green eyes begging for honesty. “Your secret is safe with me.”

“They’re not getting better, Steve.” You whimpered, your throat getting tight. “They should be getting better, they shouldn’t be here long term but they’re getting worse.”

“There’s more to it,” Steve knew you were hiding something, he knew you weren’t confessing everything, “what else happened?”

“I got reprimanded,” you repeated yourself, your nose scrunching as you shuddered against him, “they want me to go there. They threatened to move me to long term, they call them the incurables. They say that they’re not…”

“Y/N,” his voice became more demanding, he was urging you to confess everything, “tell me the truth.”

“The doctors go in at night, when they shouldn’t be going in. They’re not…they’re supposed to be doing one final check and they’re not supposed to go in after but-“

“Angel,” Steve lifted your chin and brushed his lips against your own, “thank you for telling me.”

“I can’t go back Steve. I can’t-“ the first few tears rolled down your cheeks and neck, before temporarily staining your uniform.

“You won’t have to, its okay.” He cupped your cheeks, and drew you into a tight, protective hug. “I’ll make sure you won’t go back to that hell.”

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Steve tucked his hands behind his head as the nursing staff and administration had gone running to the children’s ward, a sense of panic coming upon the facility when the main doctor in the children’s was found laying in the middle of the nursing station with his pupils blown wide and no physical sign of trauma other than his neck bent at an odd angle.

“He slipped and smacked his head off the desk, he had a bleed in his brain.” He overheard one of the nurses speak while rubbing her arms, her lips pursed.

“It was an accident. It was a freak accident.” Their overlapping voices had brought a smirk to Steve’s lips, the justice that he had inflicted on the sick and twisted doctor was well deserved.

“Those kids didn’t see anything?” Steve had only sat up when the door was being unlocked, and you had begun wheeling in the tray with his meds and his breakfast.

“Good morning, Mr. Rogers.” The doctor had followed, a clipboard in his hands. “Please sit.”

“Good morning, captain.” You took your place to the left and started unloading the unseasoned eggs and porridge onto the writing desk and then you had stepped back, fiddling with the chart you were responsible for.

“What a tragedy last night,” Steve had poignantly glanced your way, “the doctor had a freak accident.”

“Funny isn’t it?” The doctor’s eyes flickered up from the clipboard in his hands. “That people are dying and the only one who could have-“

“I was in my room all night.”

“So it seems.” The doctor hummed, his eyes narrowing. “No one saw you out of your room.”

“A mysterious death.” Steve shifted, moving closer to you in a protective stance. “A tragedy like you said.”

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Can I request asylum Steve love on her little wife on Christmas eve. Like you remember in the Notebook, Ally and Noah did near the fireplace. Or maybe, whatever you want... just them loving on each other.

Christmas countdown day 22 — Free Space (I got nothing)

He added another log to the fire and then he returned to you, drawing his hand up and down your bare waist as he settled himself behind you. The glow of the fireplace had cast the two of you in soft light, drawing you and Steve closer together. His lips had caressed the back of your neck with soft flummoxes, a tender embrace that matched the rhythm of his hips as he slowly rocked into you.

You turned to face Steve, your hands on his neck a warm touch to match your kiss and the subtle sharp intake of air. Steve had pushed the head of his cock back into you, the stretch of your walls around his shaft was blissful. You whined his name and leaned back against his chest, meeting his thrusts with the rocking of your hips.

Steve whispered sweet nothing into your ear, slowly and languidly fucking you in front of the fire. The house was quiet, prepped for your first Christmas together since the asylum, and after a quiet dinner together you’d gone to sit in front of the fire and read Steve’s favourite book. It wasn’t long before you were stripped down and laid out, it took even less time for Steve to hook your legs over his shoulders and taste you on his tongue.

“I love you, I love you, I love you…” he repeated himself, fucking you deeply and intimately with sharp thrusts, holding you to his chest with his arms around your waist, hands settled on your hips. “Mrs. Rogers, my wife-“

“I’m going to cum,” you whined into his shoulders, your legs shaking in response to him holding your hips steady, his thrusts becoming harder and more intense, “Steve I’m going to cum.”

You found yourself flipped onto your stomach with your ass lifted. He was relentless, fucking you with renewed energy and stronger thrusts. Your fingertips gripped the floor and you moaned his name like a mantra, your back cold for a moment before he leaned over you and whispered in your ear.

“Maybe we can celebrate new years with a pregnancy.”

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Day 1: Go Christmas tree shopping/decorate and set up your Christmas tree — asylum!Steve Rogers & nurse!Reader

The sound of the wind whipping against the window had startled you with it’s sharp cry. The blanket you were folding had fallen from your hands and you’d lifted your head to gaze out the window toward the blistering snow that had created a whiteout around the property. Steve had gone out nearly an hour ago to chop some logs in the woodshed while he told you directly to stay inside to avoid the blistering weather, but now it made you worried about him.

With a slow rise to your feet you had begun approaching the back door of your remote chalet home, your hand stretched toward the coat that was hanging on the wall. Your hand had just grabbed the back of the coat when the front door had swung open and Steve had stomped his feet on the mat by the front door, the sound of his voice giving you immediate relief.

“Y/N,” he called your name as he shut the door and you’d heard the lock click, “where are you, sweetheart?”

“I was worried about you.” You shuffled back throughout your home to the front door, spying Steve with a tall and freshly cut evergreen resting against the wall. “What did you do?”

“I found us a Christmas tree honey.” He shuffled his coat off and shook his head, snowflakes that had been stuck in his hair being thrown off and onto his shoulders. “I thought we could decorate it.”

“You got us a tree?” Your smile was wide as you bound toward the tree and rest your hands upon the branches that were thick and heavy. “It’s beautiful.”

“Our first Christmas together since the asylum,” Steve reached for your hand and brushed his lips against your knuckles, “I want to do it right.”

“I love it,” you leaned into him and stood on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek and then his lips, “our first Christmas together.”

“I already got you a present.” Steve settled a hand on your back as you pulled away, steadying you after he had pulled you out of the way of the tree.

“Yo did not.”

“I did,” Steve carted the tree across the living room to the corner, setting it up against the wall nearest the window, “I think you’ll like it.”

“I didn’t get you anything yet.” You furrowed your brows, biting down on your bottom lip as your brows furrowed. “We don’t have lights or decorations.”

“I found some.” In between breathing into his hands and rubbing them for warmth, Steve had confirmed that he’d not only got a tree for your first Christmas but that he’d found you a present, decorations and lights for your tree all while he was gone to town a few day ago. “In town-“

“You are always surprising me.” You cut him off again with a kiss, your arms wrapped around his neck and your chest flush to his own. “Mr. Rogers, you amaze me.”

“I do my best for you, Mrs. Rogers.” Steve swept you into his embrace, lifting you from the ground with ease to carry you from the living room toward the stairs that would take you to the second level of your isolated chalet.

“I thought we were going to decorate?” You questioned against his lips, whispering softly.

“After,” Steve hummed, continuing his trek to your bedroom until he could set you on the bed, “I want to lay with you.”

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How are Breath You In Steve and his nurse doing these days? They’ve been absent from all the drabbles and asks.

The heavy downpour of rain pelted the sidewalk with a steady drum that had been muffled on the concrete but thunderous on the roof. It was a steady beat against the tiles that had them ran down the panes of glass, the smooth droplets blocked by bars and the reflective surface.

Steve had reached out and set his hand upon the pane, his palm rest against the cool surface. His eyes peered out into the dark, watching the pelting of the earth and the skewed lights reflecting from the street lamps.

He was always aware of the time and the seasons, always aware of who was coming and going to keep a tally in his head. He had to keep track of the nurses and the doctors, he had to watch them as if it was his duty because he was once a hero.

He may have been stuck in the asylum but he was still the great hero. They could have stripped him from his title, they may have taken his rank from him but Steve knew.

He knew he was a hero then and he was a hero now. He may be in here, but he could still be a hero.

He can protect them; he could protect you.

“Nurse Y/N,” Steve mumbled under his breath, watching the arrival of the bus at the front of the asylum as a few nurses got off, you included.

“This rain is endless.” Steve had heard the nurses leaving speaking about the end of their shift, all while watching you stand outside in the rain, fumbling with an umbrella that didn’t work.

“Sweet angel,” Steve had curled his fingers against the glass, angered that he couldn’t be out there with you to keep you from the rain, “you’ll get sick.”

Steve watched you, he continued to watch you even as you lift your bag over your head for protection from the pelting rain. He had kept his eyes on you until you arrived at the front of the asylum and were out of his view, and then he had risen from his chair and moved toward his cell door.

“Go back to bed, Mr. Rogers.” One of the nurses he didn’t care for had come to the door, shutting him down before he could even ask.

“You need to be sleeping-“

“Nurse Y/N is here, I need to see her.” He could have made the demand, he could have ripped the door from its hinges to throw it and the nurse across the room. “Nurse Y/N-“

“You need to go back to bed.” The nurse insisted, raising her hand to the door to knock aggressively on the window.

“Its okay,” Steve had felt himself relaxing when he hears your voice and saw you coming toward his door, “its okay.”

“Y/N this isn’t proper-“

“Give me a damn break.” You had scowled at the nurse, angered by her tone of voice. “He’s the one of the only patients in here who still has a half a mind and he wants to say hello.”

“That’s not all he wants.” The other nurse side-eyed him, and Steve had grit his teeth in response.

To think that all he wanted was to see your stockings below your uniform was an insult.

Steve wanted to be your husband, he wanted to be the father of your children. He wanted to protect and provide for you.

“Steve,” you spoke his name and slowly unlocked his room before slipping inside, “you’re supposed to be asleep.”

“You’re freezing, doll.” He rest his hands on your shoulders and began rubbing your arms. “Your umbrella doesn’t work.”

“I know,” drops of rain had rolled down your cheeks and Steve brushed them off before they could get too far, “I don’t…I didn’t want to..”

“I know, sweetheart.” He didn’t care for the other nurses and he didn’t bother not using the pet names he would have on the outside.

“You can’t…” your eyes fluttered closed and a hand rest on your stomach before you spoke again. “You can’t say those things, Steve. Its against the rules.”

“They’re hypocrites.” He bit back, his anger not aimed at you. “I can’t call my best girl a sweetheart but they can-“

“Steve!” You hissed and cut him off, your hand slapping over his mouth. “Stop! You need to stop-“

“Have they touched you?” His anger had returned, his hand clutching yours. “They’ve tried with other nurses but have they tried with you?”

“Mr. rogers-“

“I’d kill them,” his hands held your hips, his eyes boring deep into yours, “I need to protect them, sweetheart. Those girls-“

“Nurse L/N,” a doctor stepped in front of the door and rapped on the glass twice, “say goodbye to Mr. Rogers. You have rounds.”

“Steve-“ you tried to step back, watching his eyes narrow in the direction of the doctor.

“Mr. Rogers, you need to return to bed. Nurse L/N leave the room-“ the doctor was cut off with a simple statement from Steve although it was powerful in itself.

“Goodnight, nurse L/N.” he used the proper formalities just for your sake. “I’m a light sleeper if you need someone to talk to.”

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I don't know if it fits in any theme but asylum!Steve's Reader in a costume, maybe decorating the asylum or just being in a costume bc it's fun and maked the patients happier a bit. And Steve sees her and he finds it's cute or sexy or just funny, it's your choice. ☺️

Day 1/Day 2 — pick your costume/decorate your house

“Its a little colour to make the world around them a little less dim.” It stands to reason why there were pumpkins and lights hanging around the main lobby of the asylum, and the stylized nurse’s uniforms that had bared a few additional items to look festive for the Halloween season.

“I don’t have anything.” You reasoned before heading to the floor, denying Bea when she tried to dress you up.

“A few whiskers and a little black nose and you’ll be a cute little kitty.” She had countered your reason with one of her own, and had begun setting black kohl eyeliner upon your cheeks and nose, gleefully adorning your face.

“And another coat of red,” Sue, one of the other nurses on the main floor, had offered you a deeper shade of red, “for the captain-“

“Steve-“ you pressed your hand against hers, another denial that was shot down.

“Please…Mr. Rogers may be as crazy as the next, but at least he’s nice to look at. Might as well have some fun.” Sue pushed your hand away and removed the gold cap from the lipstick before running the rouge along your top and bottom lip.

“He’s not crazy.” You murmured after they were done dolling you up, releasing you to head to the men’s ward. “Half the men here aren’t.”

Instead of heading straight to the men’s ward like you had planned, you had entered the children’s ward to take a short cut around the doctor in charge. Of the many male doctors who had worked here, there was one in particular that had made your skin crawl and your stomach to sour.

Dr. Rollins was a younger doctor, one who had freely taken liberties with the other nurses in a ploy of charm and charisma. He was attractive enough to not be denied by many, and skillfully linguistic to the point of being able to talk his way out of most trouble. And that in turn had painted a large number of the nurses as potential new targets, given the turn around.

“Good morning, Nurse L/N.” you were greeted by the team of nurses on the floor and you had taken note of one new nurse. “Wise to go this way, Doctor Rollins is on a rampage this morning.”

“Why?” You dared ask, hesitating and hovering by the door that led to the staircase.

“A few orderlies were found bruised and broken,” the nose spoke with cautious pride, “and none of the men are owning up to it.”

Your heart beat wildly in your chest as the nurse recalled the story, knowing exactly who it would have been that defended the women and children, even the more mentally ill men. You knew exactly what kind of man had done what no one else was brave enough to.

“O-oh.” You stuttered, licking your bottom lip as your hand shook. “T-thank you for the heads up.”

You slipped into the stairwell and let the door slam behind you. As it had become closed and you were alone, you had rest a hand on your torso and exhaled slowly. Your eyes had become closed, your heart still racing as one man had come into your mind and one man remained.

“I’ll always be here to make sure you’re safe. Even if its in the shadows.” You remembered the feel of his hands upon your arms, and the steady beat of his chest as he hugged you.

The way his arms secured themselves around you in the dark corridor, and the excuses he had made for you. Steve had protected you so much already, he had kept you safe from the doctors wrath.

“An angel of mercy” is what he had called you over and over, a steward of kindness and compassion.

“Dr. Rollins-“ your eyes opened and your heart nearly beat out of your chest as a door opened and closed again, slamming shut with force.

“If it weren’t-“ you jumped out of your flesh and tucked your head, scurrying up the stairs as he had started to come down, pausing when his hand grasped your arm.

“Its fitting for you, Nurse L/N.” he stopped you, reached for your chin to tilt your head up. “A kitty cat, do you purr for anyone in particular?”

“Doctor Rollins-“ the door opened again, and a steady presence had entered the stairwell, his blue-green eyes becoming hardened as they rest on the point of contact.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be, doctor?” Steve’s voice stirred a shiver that ran down your spine, and it was a quick tug that you were free to run up the rest of the stairs.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be, Mr. Rogers?” Dr. Rollins had raised an eyebrow and smirked at Steve, as if he had known secrets you didn’t know.

“I’m helping Nurse L/N with her rounds.” Steve had stepped down on the first step, a steady hand remaining on your hip to keep you within his reach.

“I suppose you should go then.” The doctor straightened his tie and then he was off, leaving you and Steve to your own devices.

“Did he hurt you?” Steve had turned on you, trapping you between the railing and his massive chest, staring down at you with comfort.

“N-no.” You shook your head, curls bouncing against your cheek. “No-“

“Sweetheart, look at me…” he extended another pet ale and cupped your cheeks, his large palms resting against your flesh being mindful of your painted on whiskers. “You can tell me anything.”

“Was it you?” You asked him, your voice shaking. “With the orderlies?”

“A nurses’ dress was ripped, they were laughing about it.” His eyes had hardened again, and his fingers tightened in your flesh.

“Steve, they could hurt you-“

“You make a beautiful, cat.” He had grown softer, his eyes searching your face. “Adorable, sweet kitty.”

“The other nurses…they think it’ll help the patients, and they’re probably right-“ you exhaled and slowly started to lean into him, crossing a boundary no doubt.

“You’re in charge of the activity. The other nurses all bowed out.” Steve mumbled against your forehead, kissing your flesh softly before he finally stepped away.

“I’m always in charge of activities.” You hummed, not so much a whine as a statement.

“I’ll be right there with you.”

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I miss asylum steve hes so sweet assides soft dark Is it ok to ask about what happened when they first escape the asylum what did they do 🥺 and did they manage to get the asylum shut down due to abuse and ill treatment from staff to their patients?

The heat of the fire, the rapid burning wing of the asylum was met with the force of a deep and dark winter night, the howling wind that stole your breath and chilled you to the bone.

“Get out of here! Get to the back barn!” Screams of fear as fire ate at the shiplap boards, as the wicked flames turned the place of torment for so many into a freedoms call.

“Nurse L/N-“ a voice called you from the distance, as another person had grabbed you around the waist and hoisted you from the snow covered earth.

“You did this you little bitch!” One of the lead psychiatrists had growled angrily in your ear as he began dragging you away from the main building toward one of the ambulatory vehicles sitting far enough away from the fire to remain mobile.

“Let me go! Please-!” You frightened screams were drowned out by the sound of the fire, by the other screams of patients and staff.

“Since you like fucking patients like a little whore, you’re gonna take my cock-“ a vapid thud had come from behind you and the doctor was ripped away from you, the sickening crunch of his body against cement and stone had come as you fell to your hands and feet, ice and clumps of frozen snow clung to your flesh.

You exhaled with the feeling of ice in your lungs, sweat from fear rolling down the back of your neck. You had slowly turned your head, watching as Steve had dragged the doctor by the back of the shirt collar away from you toward one of the ditches.

They tried to call him insane, they tried to declare him so mentally unstable that he would never see the light of day.

He hated bullies no matter where they were from.

“You thought you could touch those nurses, take advantage of those patients because they were under your care…” He lifted the doctor high above him, Steve’s eyes narrowed.

“This ain’t you, Captain-“

“Captain?” Steve’s eyes became darker and more intense. “You told me I wasn’t Captain America anymore.”

Steve threw him like a rag doll, he had disposed of him into the wasteland of the ditch. He had watched his body fall painfully and then he spat at his feet, a slew of curses falling from his tongue.

“Steve-“ he was before you before you could finish speaking.

“We’re getting out of here, honey.” Steve had lift you from the snow, gentle hands that had committed acts of aggression only moments before.

“Steve…” he cupped your cheek and brushed falling ash from your flesh.

“We’re leaving, we’re never coming back.” He carried you toward the ambulatory vehicle, the license plate discarded and broken, and set you inside the cab.

“Where are we going? Steve…I’m…” your voice shook and tears sprung to your eyes.

“You don’t need to be afraid, sweet girl.” His eyes held nothing short of earth shattering love and adoration. “I’m going to take care of you, I’m going to keep you safe.”

“Away from here?”

“No one will ever bother us again.”

#asylum!steve rogers x reader #asylum!steve rogers x nurse!reader #asylum!steve rogers #‘40s!asylum!steve rogers x nurse!reader #‘40s!steve rogers x nurse!reader

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Personal headcannon for asylum!Steve

Reader doesn’t like going in the children’s ward because she doesn’t like seeing the sick kids who aren’t getting better and because she’s seen doctors entering their rooms when they shouldn’t be

When she tells Steve that she got in trouble for refusing to go into the ward, he presses her to tell him why. After learning what she knows, Steve breaks out of his room/cell to deal with some of the doctors that have died from mysterious circumstances

#asylum!steve rogers x reader #asylum!steve rogers x nurse!reader #asylum!steve rogers #‘40s!asylum!steve rogers x nurse!reader #‘40s!steve rogers x nurse!reader #‘40s!steve rogers #1940s!steve rogers

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I miss Assylum!Steve. What's he been up to?

“Are you warm enough?” The wood crackles and pops when Steve threw another log on the fire, his head stooped low as he blew into the fireplace to further stoke it.

“I’m fine.” You reply yet shiver, your teeth clattering as you tug the blanket further against your body. “I’ll warm up soon enough.”

“It’ll be a bad winter,” Steve closes the fireplace door and opens the damper, wiping his hands against his shirt before he stands and crosses the living room.

His barefeet traipse along the hardwood floor and he only stops once to pick up another blanket before he joins you on the sofa. He opens his arms and you dove for his embrace, curling in on his warmth and his strength.

“Sweetheart,” Steve rubs your back and eases you as best as he can, “I promised I would make this a home for you and I mean it.”

“I trust you Steve.” Your eyes flutter closed and you sigh, hearing his heart beat is about as calming as you can get. “I know you will.”

“Its you and me,” Steve whispers, he croons and draped the second blanket across you both, “I promise as your husband that I will do everything to keep you safe.”

“Steve-“

“You took care of me,” his voice was soft, almost demure, “when no one else thought I was sane, you did. When everyone else thought I was a lost cause, you cared about me. Not because I was Captain America but-“

You cut him off by nuzzling your cheek against his chest, drifting off into sleep. “-because you’re Steve. Because you’re my sweet, Steve.”

“And you’re mine.” Steve kissed the top of your head, his eyes closing in tune with yours. “You are what I’ve always dreamed of.”

#asylum!steve rogers x reader #asylum!steve rogers x nurse!reader #asylum!steve rogers #asylum #40s!steve rogers #40s!steve x reader

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“I want to get out of here, find a place where no one knows me.” His voice catches up with you in the late hours of the night, he’s almost sorrowful as he sits on his bed.

“Mr. Rogers-“ you start with formalities only to have your breath very swiftly leave you when he lifts his head and his blue-green eyes shine like iridescent beacons in the dark.

“Steve,” he corrects you, “please just…Steve.”

“Steve,” you’re supposed to be doing the final rounds of the night before the patients settle in, “why do you…I mean why would you…”

“Why would I want to live where no one knows me?” He repeats what you can’t quite manage to ask, and the corner of his lips twitch as if he wants to smile but is incapable.

“You’re a good man, you’ve done so much for the world and-“

“I want to get married, I want to be a father. I want…more than this.” His brutal honesty is laced with anguish, with monumental fear that he will be unable to do what he wants most.

He’s already perched on the edge of the bed, his hands gripping the thin mattress when you approach. Your kitten heels and standardized starch white nurses’ uniform brushes against the back of your calves. You see him in a different light, as the young man and weary soldier that he was.

He’s not crazy; he’s suffering. And you’ve deduced that his penchant hatred of bullies has turned him into an enemy of the doctors who take liberties with nurses and patients.

You know that every instance of him attacking orderlies was completely justified. He was defending them; he was defending you.

“Steve…” you stand a few inches away from him, your hands trembling as you reach out to graze your flesh against his.

“I want to have the dream I was promised.” He looked at you, his eyes piercing your soul until your fingers brushed his cheeks. “Don’t I deserve that? Don’t I deserve the chance?”

His thick dark lashes brush against his cheeks as his eyes close, his breath comes out in soft sighs. You feel him turn into your clutch, his lips dusting the inside of your wrist as he subtly breathes you in. His hair is falling into his face which is nothing a cut couldn’t resolve, and you know it won’t be long before he grows a beard.

He is beautiful; he is an Adonis before you.

“Yes, Steve.” You finally speak, finally let go of the breath you had been holding. “Yes, you deserve happiness.”

His lips move against your wrist, a soft melody you had heard before seems to echo in your head while a picture of a happy home lingers at the forefront of your mind.

It may have been restrictive, and it was a fantasy at best, but as you listened to his soft humming you let your mind wander.

You let it wander to a place that was homey and quiet, a place with a large yard and a big picture window. A home that was made cozy by the same kind of gentle music Steve was singing, and the soft sway of two bodies together.

All of this made complete by the patter of footsteps and the childlike laughter that warmed your heart.

You saw it all; you saw it with Steve.

“Yes,” you were swept away, “you deserve it all.”

#asylum!steve rogers x nurse!reader #asylum!steve rogers #‘40s!steve rogers #‘40s!Steve Rogers x nurse!reader

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Upcoming series I will be (eventually) writing:

Easy On Me — alpha!Lee Bodecker x omega!Reader, mail order omega, soft!dark

Breathe You In — asylum patient!Steve Rogers x nurse!Reader, set in the late ‘40s, Steve was captain America, soft!dark

Everything For You — best friend!mob!Jake Jensen x reader

Wildest Dreams — alpha!quarterback!Steve Rogers x omega!reader x alpha!halfback!Bucky Barnes

Endless Love — merman!Jake Jensen x diver!reader, Fae!Jefferson x photographer!Reader, two separate reader stories tied into one

Ugly — Prince Charming!Steve Rogers x ugly stepsister!Reader x captain of the guard!Bucky, soulmate au, retelling of Cinderella, stucky x reader