#Steve Rogers fic
ok i just wrote a 4300 word sad fic because i’ve started watching all the avengers movies and i’ve only got up to the civil war but i’m obsessed and it’s probably got a million different plot holes n such considering i haven’t watched half the movies BUT i low-key love it and it doesn’t really coincide with any of the movie events really and doesn’t go into much detail about any actual movie events but i was sad so i wrote a sad fic and i suppose what i’m saying is does anyone want me to post it or should i just scrap it lol ahahah
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Walk the Line (A Stucky Marriage Fic)
A short Stucky fic, prompt coming from @magneticbucky! I hope you enjoy it!
Bucky stared at himself in the mirror, reaching to adjust his tie for the umpteenth time that day. It continued to look crooked, skewed just the slightest bit to the right, not laying correctly down his chest. He huffed, and tugged on the fabric again, panic welling up in his chest at the idea of not looking perfect. He had to look his best. He was getting married today, after all.
“Nat,” his voice came out as a whine, carrying over to the woman sitting comfortably in one of the various plush chairs in the changing room. At the call of her name, she stood up and walked over to him, the smallest of smiles playing on her lips.
“Have you never tied your own tie before?” She asked, a perfect eyebrow raised. He offered a shrug.
“I don’t remember how,” Bucky admitted, knowing he looked a bit lost as he glanced down at the navy blue tie, resting stark against the white of his dress shirt.
“It’s been so long since I had to dress up for any kind of occasion. Let alone… this.”
His voice was strained, he was nervous. He didn’t know why, it was his wedding day after all. People always spoke about this being the best day of your life, but he was blatantly scared.
Scared of messing up, tripping over his own feet. Scared of forgetting his vows, and having Steve take one good look at him and change his mind, right then and there.
“Relax,” Natasha piped up, tugging at the poorly tied knot of his tie, loosening the fabric so she could retie it properly. “I can smell smoke from here. You’re overthinking everything again. Steve loves you. He wouldn’t have asked you to marry him if he didn’t, James.”
Her words were reassuring. She always took perspective, and laid it out plain for him. It was why he asked her to walk him down the aisle — she was simply the best candidate. Ever since coming back to himself, Natasha had been that solid presence in his life, as well as Steve’s. He was eternally grateful to her.
“Just, what if, after all of this, it doesn’t work?” He asked, and she sighed, looking at him with hopeless fondness in her green eyes.
“James, you two have been through hell together, and you’ve both stuck around. Sure, sometimes it was hard, but Steve never gave up on you. Don’t discredit him by thinking he’ll turn away now.”
She was right. He shouldn’t worry so much. He knew, deep in his heart that Steve has always loved him, and he never wavered. Even when Bucky wasn’t himself, even when he couldn’t remember a lick of his childhood with Steve, and the war. Steve loved him when they were trading blows on the helicarrier, when he was chasing him across Europe.
Steve loved him. And he loved Steve, unconditionally.
“You’re ready,” Natasha said, stepping away to take in the sight of him dressed in a white tux, a navy blue tie the only splash of colour on him. It was different — Bucky used to wearing darker colours in shades of black and greys — but it was Wanda’s suggestion for him to wear white.
He thought he looked like the bride, but he was the one walking down the aisle — so maybe it was fitting.
“Am I?” He asked, reaching a hand up to brush at a loose piece of hair that had fallen from its bun.
“You clean up nice. Now, come on. There’s a man waiting to marry you, and he’s probably more nervous than you.”
That garnered a small chuckle out of Bucky, and he nodded, holding out his arm for Natasha to take. She looped hers easily through his, and led him out of the changing room into the hall — at the end stood the large wooden doors that would be opened to the ceremony room, where Steve waited for him.
Where Steve waited to marry him. He could do this. It’s all he’s ever wanted, and he could do this.
Bucky heard the beginnings of music, instrumental to an old tune that he could clearly remember playing on a beaten up radio in a run down apartment. It made him smile, and the doors were opened for him.
The wedding was small, just a few rows of white chairs set up for their circle of friends — and those people rose to their feet at the sight of him. Natasha gave a squeeze to his bicep, and they began their walk together down the aisle.
Bucky’s eyes fleeted around, breathing heavy as they finally found Steve. God, were his eyes shining with tears? They looked glassy — even from here. He was dressed in a complimentary suit to his own, navy blue with a white tie. His blond hair was slicked back, away from his face and he looked beautiful. Simply beautiful.
Steve was always a work of art.
Beside Steve stood Sam, his gapped tooth smile broad, encouraging as he met Bucky’s eyes. Steve wasted no time in asking Sam to be his best man, and Bucky understood why. He was a solid presence, probably the only person who could keep Steve calm in his time away from Bucky while they prepared for the ceremony.
“This is it,” Natasha said lowly, the distance between them and Steve closing quickly. His knees felt like they would give at any moment, but his pride kept him up right.
Soon, Natasha was handing him off, Steve’s hand stretched out to take Bucky’s metal one in his own. His grip was tight, knuckles white as he pulled Bucky up the one step to stand across from him. He was crying.
“You look… good Buck.” Steve softly spoke, voice strained with emotion.
“Not so bad yourself,” he replied, amazed at his ability to speak without wavering.
There was a ripple, as everyone sat down, and the minister they sought out to marry them opened a book.
“We are gathered here today to witness the joining of two hearts, two souls in matrimony. The couple have decided to write, and speak their own vows here today, so Steven, go ahead and begin.”
The deep breath Steve took was visible by the rising of his shoulders. He stood straighter, and gazed down at Bucky with the softest look in his eyes.
“Bucky, James,” he began, Bucky’s real name sounding odd coming from his lips.
“You are… the light of my life. You have been for as long as I can remember, and I remember everything. You were a beacon, and I was just a moth seeking out that flame. The day you waltzed into my life, with all the swagger a boy on a schoolyard could possess, I knew you were the one I wanted by my side.
When we were young, it wasn’t possible. The feelings I had for you were looked down upon, were labelled as wrong. But how could love be wrong? How could my desire to stay by your side, fight by your side, be wrapped up in your embrace be unjust?”
Steve’s eyes drifted closed, a pained expression fleeting across his face, and Bucky wanted nothing more than to kiss that pain away — but he held firm, and waited.
“When you died, I realised how much of my heart truly belonged to you. I didn’t have any direction anymore, no one to point me north or south, no one to be that beacon.
But then, somehow, we found each other again. And it was hard at first, knowing the pain you went through, knowing I wasn’t the man you needed then and there. But Bucky, my love never wavered.”
“Bucky Barnes, I vow to you that I will protect you. I vow that whatever hardships come our way, I will traverse them with you. I vow today, and forever more that I will love you unconditionally, through thick and thin.
You are my beacon, you are the love of my life, and I’m with you ‘til the end of the line.”
He couldn’t breathe. God, he couldn’t breathe through the tears that welled in his throat, that clouded his vision. Steve just spoke everything Bucky had ever wanted to hear, and more.
He loved this man. He loved this man so much, it was painful, it was monumental.
“Steven,” his voice cracked, and he had to swallow heavily before he could even begin getting the rest of his sentence out.
“I made a promise to myself that day on the schoolyard that this little twig of a boy would be the one I would go through hell for, and pal lemme tell you — I did. But I wouldn’t want it any other way.
You were the personification of hope, and belonging. You welcomed me, and all my roughness with a grace only an angel could possess. You were no angel though, don’t let that go to your head. You fought things twice your size at least once a week, and I really thought you’d be the end of me, but I’d go down with so much love in my heart that I could never be mad.
I loved you, through sickness and health, quite literally.
When I went to war, my heart felt like it was gone from my chest — because that heart is you. It’s always been you.”
“The day I should have died I came to grips with it quite quickly. I was grateful, because it was me and not you. I was grateful that you would get to go on, and live for the both of us. But now, standing here with you, I understand that it will never be one or the other, because Steven Rogers I vow that everything we do, we do together. I vow to protect you, and support you through the worst of times, and the best. I vow to be on your six, through whatever wars we face in the future.
I vow, that when we do reach the end of the line, it’ll be together, because I can’t imagine a life without you in it.”
Steve’s tears left steady tracks down his cheeks, but he made no motion to try and wipe them away, and Bucky was grateful — his cheeks wet as well.
“Do you, Steven Grant Rogers, take James Buchanan Barnes, through sickness and health, until death do you part, to be your husband?”
“I do,” Steve’s words held such conviction, it rocked Bucky deep to his core.
“And do you, James Buchanan Barnes, take Steven Grant Rogers, through sickness and health, until death do you part, to be your husband?”
“I do,” Bucky said, offering a nod, as if that’ll make the confirmation more firm, more real.
“Then by the power invested in me, I now pronounce you husbands. You may now share a kiss,” the minister said, and it was Steve who surged forward, cradling Bucky’s face between his hands and pressing a firm kiss to his lips.
It was tear soaked, and the most joyful thing Bucky had ever experienced.
“I love you. God, I love you so much.” Bucky said when they pulled apart, the cheers around the room drowning out as he gazed into Steve’s baby blues.
“‘Til the end of the line Buck. I mean it,” Steve whispered, arms wrapping firmly around him.
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Okay, so it’s been over two months since I posted the first chapter because finals and end of semester stuff was crazy, but here we are.
Steve shows up, a raincheck is collected, and lots of tears are shed.
Summary: Working to build S.H.I.E.L.D. suddenly becomes much harder when Peggy Carter starts having constant dreams about Steve Rogers, despite him having died four years ago. Frustrated as to why she is still having such a hard time moving on, an answer knocks on her door one evening in the form of an older, exhausted super soldier who finally has the chance to come home and collect a dance.
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Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson
Characters: Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes
Additional Tags: Past Riley/Sam Wilson, Minor Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson, Nightmares, Sam Wilson Has Nightmares, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Captain America: Civil War (Movie)
Series: Part 10 of Dream a Little Dream
He'd found Bucky.
In Bucharest. Sam didn't know how long he'd been there. He'd last tracked him down in New York City about a year ago, then the trail went cold. But there he was. Tramping through the snow, the collar of his coat turned up, a black watch cap pulled down low over his ears, eyes darting everywhere, jumping at the distant wail of police sirens. He'd cut his hair in New York, but now wisps of it fluttered from under the edge of the cap. He ducked into a stationery shop, and emerged a few minutes later, clutching a carrier bag with black notebook and pack of common ball point pens.
I ought to say something, Sam continued, speaking to the Riley of his memories. I ought to tell Steve where Bucky is. But I'll be honest with you, Riley… He scares me. If a bird shits on his head, is he gonna go off on a murder spree? Where does the Winter Soldier end, and James Buchanan Barnes begin? I don't even know if we can repair whatever it is that Hydra did to him. I don't know what to do, or if there's anything I can do, and it's eating me up inside.
i loved you in spite of deep fears that the world would divide us || mind_boggling
for @prblyindenial <3
thank you for helping me birth this fic! this is unequivocally for you.
notes: a short stevebucky thing that happens just after the endgame battle. steve realises he must find bucky once the battle is over because after losing him so many times, he swears to never let him go again.
this is an anti steve's ending in endg*me event, everyone else go home!
summary: He didn’t know why he thought Bucky would be different. He figured it was fear of forgetting him. But Steve knew he could never forget Bucky, no matter how much time they spent apart. He was ingrained in his bones and wrapped around his heart like lovers were.
Steve didn’t believe in divine intervention, but it was nothing short of a miracle that Bucky continued coming back to him after all this time. Maybe Bucky loved him, too, and that was all the divinity they needed.
full piece under the cut but if you enjoyed it please give it a reblog and maybe a read/kudos/comment on ao3? hehe thank you
The Snap could be heard across the entire battlefield.
Steve felt his head turn like lightning, trying to identify where it came from, and more importantly, who did it. His eyes found Thanos, fist raised, and Steve pelted across the battlefield toward him as fast as he could.
As he reached Thanos, he saw the empty gauntlet and what Thanos was staring at, the source of the snap; Tony.
All around him, the Chitauri began fading into nothing. His breath caught in his throat at the sight, and he looked for his fellow teammates across the field – for the ones who’d walked through Strange’s portals before him. He saw T’Challa, Shuri, Wanda, Sam: all of them still standing.
Steve took a breath of relief when Thanos turned to dust in front of him, Thor coming up on his right hand side. He dropped Stormbreaker at their feet, placing a hand on Steve’s shoulder.
“We did it,” Steve mumbled, turning to Thor, whose eyes were only filled with terror.
“Stark,” He breathed, weakly pointing toward where Tony now lay. “He’s dying.”
They both stood in silence, watching Pepper, Rhodey and Peter Parker collapse in front of Tony. Thor gripped Steve’s arm tighter, and it shook Steve from a catatonia.
He sniffed, looking at Thor. “Is everyone okay?”
Thor shrugged, unable to speak. Steve watched as Bruce approached them both and placed a hand on Thor’s shoulder. He flinched slightly, turning to Bruce, and collapsing into him. Bruce just embraced him, his huge frame towering over Thor and his arms engulfing him.
Steve tried to ignore the pain pulsating from where Tony was dying, wanting to leave Pepper with him in his final moments, and he looked around the silent battlefield. Everywhere he could see people embracing one another in solemnity, T’Challa and Shuri holding onto one another in exhaustion, Clint helping Wanda to her feet, the two of them with their arms around each other supporting each other.
Watching the love pour out of his teammates in reunion was bittersweet; they’d lost people for this to happen. There were people who wouldn’t be coming back after the Snap of Bruce’s fingers. The absence ached in his muscles, and Steve felt empty as he stood alone.
Sam approached him, and before he could even speak, Steve felt tears gush into his throat at the absence of Bucky by Sam’s side.
“You okay, Cap?” Sam asked.
Steve’s eyes darted around quickly, “Where’s Bucky?”
Sam looked over his shoulder, “I don’t know, I lost him a while ago.”
“I have to find him,” Steve started to move, but Sam took his arm quickly.
“Let me,” He said, wings extending, pulling his goggles onto his head. “I can cover more ground quicker. Stay here.”
Steve felt his anxiety pulsing as Sam took off, and he watched him fly overhead and begin surveying the field. He continued looking around anxiously, watching for Bucky in the crowds of Asgardians, the Wakandans, the other Avengers. Every time someone moved, he thought he saw Bucky’s blue jacket, the light reflecting off his Vibranium arm. Just as he grew restless, Sam’s voice crackled over the comms.
“South west from your position, Steve.”
Leaving Thor and Bruce behind, Steve took off immediately. He ran through the crowds, dodging everyone he could whilst also scanning for Bucky. He looked skyward, trying to find where Sam had located him, and kept running toward him. Once Steve had passed a group of Asgardians that included an alien made of rocks, he saw Bucky standing amidst who Steve guessed were the newly reunited Guardians. He only recognised Rocket and Nebula.
As he laid eyes on Bucky, Steve’s breath hitched once again. He found himself stuck on the spot, letting the relief flood through his body. Bucky was okay. He was alive.
Almost as if he could feel him lingering, Bucky turned. When he spotted Steve, Bucky smiled, and that was what urged Steve forward.
He ran toward him, and Bucky met him halfway, the two of them throwing their arms around each other upon impact. After what must have been the entire five years apart from him, Steve felt himself relax in Bucky’s arms. His muscles no longer ached and he felt like he could actually breathe. Tears threatened to spill, but he forced himself to speak instead.
“Don’t go turning to dust on me again.”
Bucky laughed, and Steve thought he could hear tears in his voice. “Don’t try and fight an entire alien race by yourself ever again, dumb ass.”
Steve pulled away from him, still gripping Bucky’s arms in fear of him fading away if he didn’t. He couldn’t take him in fast enough; his face was still the same, his stubble, his hair. His smile lines still wilted in the same way and his eyes were still as blue as he remembered. He could drown in them.
He didn’t know why he thought Bucky would be different. He figured it was fear of forgetting him. But Steve knew he could never forget Bucky, no matter how much time they spent apart. He was ingrained in his bones and wrapped around his heart like lovers were.
Steve didn’t believe in divine intervention, but it was nothing short of a miracle that Bucky continued coming back to him after all this time. Maybe Bucky loved him, too, and that was all the divinity they needed.
“What happened?” Bucky asked.
“Thanos wiped out half of existence.” Steve answered, eyes falling from Bucky’s. “Took us five years to get you back.”
“Five years?” Bucky gaped.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t keep you safe.” Steve replied.
Bucky shook his head with a sad smile. “I’m sorry I left you alone again.”
Steve frowned, “What? Why are you sorry? You didn’t—”
“See how stupid it sounds when you apologise?” Bucky interjected.
Steve’s frown fell into a smile, and he pulled Bucky toward him again. As they hugged, he squeezed his eyes shut to force himself to wake up. This had to be a dream. A nightmare. Anything. Bucky couldn’t be standing in front of him unharmed, unchained and undyingly his. It had taken 78 years to get to that point, and now it was finally his, Steve couldn’t believe it was real.
“I thought you were gone for good,” Steve whispered against Bucky’s shoulder. “I thought I’d lost you for real this time.”
After losing Bucky to war, to Hydra, to cryo, to Thanos, Steve knew this time he wasn’t going to let go. They’d surpassed their own endings, and the only one left was together.
Bucky only clutched onto him tighter. “Not without you.”
Steve had fought aliens. He’d survived things that should have killed him, things that he didn’t even know were humanly possible. Things that weren’t humanly possible. He had lived for over a century and grown in two different worlds, yet he still continued to be in awe of the universe and all it created. It was capable of anything yet it kept bringing him and Bucky back to each other.
Steve lived in a world of aliens, magic and now time travel. But the only thing he needed was the most human thing in all his life. It was right there in front of him. His life. It was Bucky.
Bucky began to pull away from him, but Steve gripped his jacket fiercely, keeping their faces inches from each other. He felt his cheeks flood crimson, and he licked his lips in anticipation. He could’ve sworn Bucky’s eyes watched his lips move when he spoke.
“Can I kiss you?”
Bucky swallowed, nodded. “It took you long enough to ask.”
Steve no longer suppressed his smile and pulled Bucky toward him, kissing him hungrily. Bucky kissed him back, and their lips moving together was the greatest feeling Steve had ever felt running through his veins.
Bucky cupped Steve’s face, and his stubble scratched Steve’s chin as they were pressed together. He far from minded. Steve’s heart pounded against Bucky’s chest, and he could feel Bucky’s pounding just as fast against his own. They were almost in sync. It was perfect, even if it took almost a century.
When they parted, Bucky placed his hands on Steve’s shoulders, Steve still clutching onto his jacket with white knuckles. He placed his forehead on Bucky’s, trying to catch his breath before he kissed him again. Bucky tried to speak but Steve didn’t let him. He stole as many kisses as he could; God knows he had waited long enough.
Bucky pulled away from him, panting. “Steve—”
“I know,” Steve answered, kissing him again. “You don’t have to say it.”
“I want to.” Bucky forced Steve to look at him, holding his face in his hands once again. “I love you. I need you to know that. I’m sorry I was a coward and never said it sooner because I’ve loved you all my life.”
Steve shook his head. “I’m sorry it took me so long to realise I loved you too. Because I did love you. I do love you. I always have, despite not knowing it. I love you, Bucky.”
Bucky could only smile. As people moved around them, they grew conscious of an audience and wrapped their arms around each other once again. Steve began to tremble, feeling his body giving up inside Bucky’s grip. The exhaustion was finally kicking in, and he felt unconsciousness calling him.
“Hey,” Bucky murmured into the crook of his neck, lifting him upward. He wrapped an arm around him, the cool of his Vibranium hand lifting his face up toward him. Steve caught Bucky’s eye and he smiled. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.”
Steve only nodded, a smile fading from his lips. “I know.”
Bucky began walking him toward a medical bay. Despite Bucky holding him up, Steve took hold of Bucky’s free hand, the constant need to feel him next to him overpowering any kind of exhaustion. He held onto him tightly, to make sure he was still there. To make sure he wasn’t going to disappear again. To make sure he kept his promise - till the end of the line.
“So,” Bucky spoke up, a smirk on his face. “You can lift Thor’s hammer?”
Steve managed a laugh. “And you finally learned to put your hair up without Shuri’s help?”
“Whoa! That’s a cheap shot.”
“Then don’t mock the new ruler of New Asgard.”
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I Walk My Days On A Wire
Steve Rogers x Reader
Summary: Steve had been your closest friend when you were growing up, always riding bikes to the river with you, defending you from bullies… Until you turned 20. When you met Dean, that all changed. What happens when you go back to your home town and run into your old best friend?
Word Count: 1.6k
Warnings: mentions of abuse, verbal abuse, minor violence, angst, offensive language
A/N: it is not my intention to glorify abuse, being a victim of domestic abuse myself. i also in no way want to make out like the reader is not a strong woman! if you’ve ever suffered from domestic abuse or are suffering now, please, please get help. you are so strong <3
PART 3 OF THE CHERRY WINE SERIES (Part 1 and 2)
“You can stay in the guest room, you know where it is,” Steve says, dropping his keys on the coffee table. The car ride home was silent, neither one sure what to say.
Your heart was broken over what took place, even though you should be thankful. You no longer have to deal with the possessiveness and anger that Dean always showed you.
But you were with him for 3 years, he’s the only person you had.
You look around the house, flashbacks running through your mind. You remember coming over for movie nights, cuddling under a blanket with Steve, falling asleep before you could go home.
“Steve, I’m sorry. I should’ve—“
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Steve interrupts, taking his shoes off. He stands back up, walking over to you. “I just want to make sure you’re okay,”
You swallow the lump in your throat, nodding slowly. “I’m okay,” You answer, your voice quiet.
You’re okay with what happened, you’re okay that 3 years of your life was wasted. But you’re not okay with being in this house again. You know that couch was the very couch Steve slept with your mortal enemy on.
You’re reminded of the days you’d spend here, completely enamored by Steve, while he never even knew.
Steve smiles softly. “We’ll figure out what to do about your clothes, but until then, you can wear some of mine,” He says, walking into his bedroom.
He stands in his closet, his eyes searching for anything you can wear. He’d love if you stayed in your dress forever, but he also can’t help but wonder how you’d look in one of his shirts, thighs on display for him to drool over.
You’ve always been beautiful, you’ve always made him weak in the knees, but now is not the time. You’ve just gotten out of a traumatic situation, you’ve just come home for the first time in 3 years.
He has so many questions he wants to ask you, so many things he wants to tell you.
He wants to tell you that he loves you, that he always has.
Steve settles on one of his smaller t-shirts and some of his boxers, walking back out into the main room. You’re sitting on the couch, taking off your heels. Steve leans against the wall, tucking the clothes under his arm.
“Come here, let’s get you ready for bed,” He mutters, a small smile on his lips. A grin spreads out over your face, playfully rolling your eyes. “You know I’m not drunk,” You say, standing up.
Ever since you and Steve started experimenting with alcohol, he was always the one to take care of you when you couldn’t take care of yourself. This included taking your makeup off for you, keeping his eyes closed as he changed you into pajamas, and making sure you had a nightstand full of Ibuprofen and water for the next morning.
You make your way to him, tugging the clothes from under his arm. He reaches out, a gentle hand grasping your jaw. He looks deeply into your eyes, any trace of a playful tone long gone. “You don’t have to be drunk for me to take care of you,” He says, rubbing his thumb against your jaw.
You stare into his eyes, seemingly paralyzed by his grasp on you. You can’t explain it, but something looks different about Steve. He lowers his hand, clearing his throat. He can barely look at you, ashamed of himself.
He’s supposed to be your best friend, not another man who’s hopelessly in love with you. He’s supposed to be your safe place right now, not another man who wants to get in your pants.
Steve turns around, making his way to the bathroom. You quickly follow him, ready to get in bed. It’s been a long day, you know tomorrow will be even longer. You lift yourself up onto the bathroom counter, watching as Steve laughs and shakes his head.
“You’re just like you were before you left, you know that?” He asks, reaching behind you to open up a new pack of makeup wipes. Your heart sinks when you see the package.
They’re the same ones you used to use when you were younger. Steve made it a habit to keep some on him all the time, just in case you ever needed them.
Has he been keeping an unopened pack of your makeup wipes in his bathroom for 3 years?
You lift your eyes to look at him, the cold wipe making contact with your cheek. “You’ve changed,” You mutter, listening as Steve hums, completely focused on you.
Your dress has ridden up your thighs, exposing more of your skin. Steve leans forward slightly, gripping your knee to keep his balance. You take a shaky breath, your eyes locked onto his as he rids your face of his makeup.
“Yeah, you’ve uh... You’ve grown up,” You say. You couldn’t help but notice the insane muscles, the way his hands have grown bigger, and even how his voice is deeper. You also can’t help but notice how he’s no longer the giggly, lanky boy who was addicted to jell-o shots.
Steve reaches for another wipe, wiping under your eye. “You kind of have to— close your eyes,” He instructs. “In order for the police to take you seriously,”
You furrow your eyebrows, keeping your eyes closed. “Police?”
Steve chuckles, gently wiping your eyeshadow and mascara off. “Yeah. When your parents told me what you said, I didn’t believe it. The girl I thought I knew would’ve never left town without saying goodbye. I thought someone hurt you,” He explains, his smile completely erased from his face.
You reach out to grab his wrist, lowering it from your face. You open your eyes, your heart breaking in your chest. You can’t believe that you actually put him through that.
You feel yourself getting sick over the thought of Steve at the police station, begging them to find you, begging them to make sure you were safe.
The feeling is enough to break you, bring you back home. “Steve, I left because of you,”
Steve takes a couple steps back, his eyebrows furrowing. He drops the wipe on the floor, slowly shaking his head. “What?” He asks. He couldn’t have heard you right.
He couldn’t be the reason you left.
You lick your lips, keeping your eyes on his. You can see the hurt on his face, but you decide to push through. “The day of my 20th, I came over. I saw you with Monica, you were kissing her,” You explain.
Steve rolls his eyes, storming out of the bathroom. Rage fills his chest, threatening to slip out of his mouth. He has to calm down, he can’t lose it in front of you.
Not after what you just went through.
But Monica? That’s why you left? It doesn’t make any sense, why couldn’t you have just talked to him about it? Steve knows you and Monica never liked each other, but did you really have to leave?
He storms into his bedroom, reaching down and taking his sweater off. It’s too hot in this house, it’s too hot for him to be this mad. He sits on the edge of his bed, his head in his hands.
You come into his room, having followed him down the hall. “Steve,” You start, but you’re quickly interrupted.
His head snaps up, his eyes wild. “Why? Why did you have to leave over that, Y/N?”
You swallow, not sure what to say. You can’t tell him that you loved him, that would make everything awkward!
“Because! You know she made my life hell. Why would you hook up with someone that bullied me?” You ask, crossing your arms.
Steve chuckles humorlessly, shaking his head. “You think I hooked up with her?”
“I saw you, Steve!” You defend. Steve cuts you off, standing up. “She came to my house to convince me that I shouldn’t be friends with you. I was trying to get her to leave, she kissed me. I pushed her off as soon as she did. If you would’ve just talked to me, I could’ve explained,”
Your face softens, the tears falling on your cheeks. You left for nothing. You ran away and spent 3 years away from everyone for nothing.
Steve steps closer, cocking his head to the side. “But you wouldn’t leave town over that. You wouldn’t do that over me hooking up with someone you didn’t like,” He says, trying to understand what happened. He looks you up and down, as if that would help him understand.
You back up, your heart rate quickening. Does he know? Does he know that you loved him?
He keeps walking forward, his eyebrows furrowed. “What was it, Y/N? Why did you really leave?” He asks. You keep walking backward, your back finally hitting the wall.
Steve placed his hands on the wall, beside your head. You gulp, staring in front of you. You’ve got a good view of his bare chest, the various hairs snaking their way across.
Steve lowers his head, looking you in your eyes. He licks his lips, keeping you trapped against the wall.
He’d always suspected why you’d really left, but he never allowed himself to believe it. You were friends, just friends.
But still— The rumors flew. Rumors about how you loved Steve, running away when you realized you couldn’t hide it. Running away when you realized he’d never want you.
But now, by the way you’re looking at him and nervously biting your lip, he knows it’s true.
But still, he wants to hear you say it.
“Because,” You breathe out, your voice small.
Steve cocks his head, pouting his lower lip. “Because what, baby?” He mocks you.
You suck in a sharp breath, thrown off guard by this new-found confidence.
“I was in love with you,”
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A Love So True
Pairing: Chris Evans x Fem!Reader
Warnings: none so far, fluff, meet-cute (eventual smut, angst, fluff, 18+ in later chapters)
A/N: What can I say, I am a sucker for angst. This is a lil' different from my other work, so I hope you enjoy it. Also, this is going to be a multi-chapter fic, so please drop an ask if you want to be added on a taglist for it!😅😊 Also idk if anyone's done this before (i'm sure they have tho, and it's prob better, people here are amazing writers💓), but i've not read it anywhere, so apologies if it seems similar to any other fic you might've read.
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The leaves crunched under your heels, the chill in air making you shiver a tad. It was a gloomy day, with little light and little brightness. The walk reminded you of the numerous times you'd walked to school, taken the same road, walked along the same path, seen the same trees, albeit with newer leaves.
Yet, there was something missing. And you knew what it was, but you couldn't pinpoint it.
The accident. That day, that cursed day, which had changed everything, which was responsible for this feeling. You don't remember anything before that, it's all a haze. All you remember is waking up in a hospital bed, your mother's tearful gaze settling upon you.
Your parents had never said a word. They loved you, nurtured you, kept you safe and sound. And yet, they never filled in the blanks, walking on eggshells in every conversation you'd have. But there was something just nagging at you, day in and day out. It was like an itch, but you couldn't scratch it. A melody on the tip of your tongue, which you couldn't name. And that was your life now.
You walked into the café, grateful for the warmth and the aroma of coffee beans engulfing you. You placed your order at the counter, texting your brother in the meantime.
You took your place in the cozy armchair, opening up your laptop. You'd sent out resumés months ago, but in vain. All good things take time, right? Atleast you hoped so. There was only so much you could do to distract yourself; to keep yourself from overthinking and trying to make yourself remember. Bad as it may sound, you kind of didn't want to remember anymore. It was exhausting, terrifying and draining. You hated the phrase but maybe ignorance was bliss.
With that thought, you got back to the task at hand, feeling around for your charger, but couldn't find it. That was weird. You never left home without it.
"Excuse me? Are you looking for your charger?" A voice asked.
You looked up, and boy were you thankful you'd dropped it. Deep blue eyes, long lashes and pink full lips, a smile adorning them. It hit you like a ton of bricks.
"Oh..thanks.." you mumbled, aware that you were staring but it was involuntary at this point. It wasn't just his looks. Something felt familiar about him, like you'd met him somewhere before, but you couldn't place him.
"May I...sit here? There aren't any good spots left and I don't really like sitting alone." He said, rubbing his neck, awkwardly.
He took a seat, carefully keeping his coffee cup down. Pulling out his laptop, he set it down before speaking again.
"Thanks, I hope you don't mind. It's just that sitting alone just seems so awkward. People give you these judgy looks and I get kinda weirded out by that."
"Oh, I totally get that. You're welcome to stay." You smiled. He extended his hand, after a beat.
"Chris." You shook his hand, giving him your name. His hand was warm, electric jolts running through your body as he grasped your hand. What was happening? Why did a sense of deja vu just hit you? Had you met him before?
"Is there...something on my face?" He grinned.
"Huh? Oh no...sorry, I..I didn't mean to stare. It's just that I felt like I've seen you or met you...somewhere. Do you come here often?"
"Uhhh first time actually. It's funny, I pass by this place so many friggin' times, but never really had the chance to come in. The day I do, I meet a pretty lady, so I guess it was all for a reason." He said, a slight grin adorning his lips.
You smiled at that. So he was a charmer. And a good-looking guy. Huh.
"How many times has that line worked?" You asked, mischievously. He was too good to be true, he had to get flustered by that.
"If it works on you, the number will be one. And by the end of this conversation, I hope I'll get a different number...perhaps...from you." He trailed off, giving the shyest smiled you'd ever seen.
Your eyes widened at that. Jesus Christ, he really was smooth. Buckle up, you thought to yourself, taking a sip from your cup. This was a ride worth taking.
It was probably 6, 6:30, 7ish by the time you'd wrapped up and started leaving the café. Time stood still with him, you noticed. He didn't seem like the type of guy you'd even pursue, let alone have a date with. But you were glad enough to admit that your judgement was hasty and wrong. He was different. Smart, funny, shy, handsome, dreamy. Did you have a crush on him already? After a few hours? That was sooo..not possible....Was it?
You'd talked about so many things, some of which would have made no sense to a third person. He was charmingly witty, his jokes keeping you in splits. He asked you about your job, where you were from, why you chose your major. He listened attentively, hanging on every word you said, as if committing it to his memory.
And his eyes. They were blue with hints of green, which sparkled every time he talked to you. Those eyes beckoned to you, called to you. You could happily drown in those eyes and it would be worth it. But there was a hint of familiarity in them; like he knew you. Like you knew him. They shone with an intensity you'd never seen before; certainly not from a stranger.
You walked home, your head in the clouds, a slight skip in your step. It had been an okay day, but he'd made it a good day. Wasn't it weird, how one person, one incident, could literally change your entire day?
You knew you'd be dreaming about him at night. And his eyes. And his smile. And his hair. And him.
Kicking your boots off, you chirped, "I'm home!!!", knowing for a fact that your mom would definitely notice the change in your mood and ask you a million questions. You didn't know if you would tell her just yet, but maybe after a few dates.
Dates, as in plural. How did that happen, you ask? Well, he must be a goddamn psychic, because what he said did end up happening. You gave him your number, with the promise of him calling or texting hanging in the air.
That night, you drifted off and indeed dreamt about him, whisking you off on a white horse, like a Prince, his blue eyes haunting your dreams.
Chris stood before the window, watching the city lights and silhouttes light up the night sky. It had been a few hours since he came back home, dropping the keys on the table, as he trudged inside. He felt drained, both physically and emotionally. Seeing you had lit him up from inside. Talking to you...oh God, it had to be the best thing ever. He felt like he would burst, seeing your eyes on him as he talked. It didn't feel weird, it felt natural. It felt normal.It felt like nothing had ever changed.
But it had. And it killed him. Every moment, every second of every day he spent away from you, killed him slowly, minute by minute. He couldn't believe it. He was mourning the loss of somebody who was still alive.
A whine caught his attention. Turning around, he saw Dodger, bringing him his pet lion. Chris smiled through the sheen of tears that had formed. Sitting down, he adjusted Dodger on his lap, stroking his fur gently.
"Hey buddy. I saw your mommy today. She still looks as pretty as she did when you last saw her. I know you miss her a lot, I do too. Bet she'd remember you, bud-" he stopped, his voice cracking as he choked up. No, no. He musn't cry. He couldn't cry. Showing even a hint of weakness would break his resolve. He knew it would be tough, but he had to fight for you.
You never really know what you have until you lose it, he realised, tears flowing freely. He hugged Dodger, holding onto him with all his might, afraid that he too, might leave if he let go of him.
He wouldn't lose you, he couldn't lose you. He would die if he did.
Chris felt a touch on his head, the feel of a hand stroking his hair. For a split second, he wished, hoped, prayed it was you. But it was just Lisa.
Pulling him up, she made him sit on the sofa, as he hugged her and cried, the tears wracking his entire body. She held him, keeping her tears at bay. She hated seeing him like this, and it killed her to see her baby like this. She felt helpless, and rightly so. Mothers can make everything right in the world, but this was one thing she couldn't remedy. So she let him cry.
"You met her today, didn't you?" He nodded, wiping his nose on his shirt.
"Did she recognize you at all?"
"No...she said she thought she saw me somewhere...but that was it." He murmured. He felt weary, his soul heavier than his body weight.
"I miss her, ma." he croaked, his tears starting afresh.
"Don't do this to yourself Chris. You're only gonna end up getting hurt. Tell her the truth."
"You saw what happened in the hospital, ma. She didn't remember me, not even a bit. Telling her might overwhelm her, and I don't want that. If she can't remember me, I'll make her fall in love with me again. Even if it takes me decades, I will. Because she is my wife, my soulmate, and the only person I want to grow old with. I will move Heaven and Earth to bring her back to me."
Lisa simply nodded. She understood. She loved you like a daughter too. This loss was a big blow to the whole family, not only Chris.
That night, as she watched Chris sleep, she made up her mind. She would help her son in whatever means necessary, to bring you back. To bring his happiness back. To make this family whole again.
And no, I've not watched The Notebook, ever (yea sue me lolol). But I read a real life story about a woman who lost her memory and her husband wooed her back afterwards and I was like, ugh.😭
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Movie Fic Masterlist
The following are a series of fics that are based on underrated movies I’ve watched (emphasis on underrated). They are not interconnected. The premise of the fics will be exactly the same as the movie but re-written with MCU characters and a special twist to them!
Feel free to send me a request of an unpopular movie that you’d like to see re-written into an MCU fic!
(In no way do I claim ownership over any of the ideas or characters that I write about in these stories. They are works of fanfiction - just a different take on the movie itself.)
TAU (1/2) (Dark!Howard Stark/ Tony Stark)
Howard Stark, a sadistic scientist, traps you inside his mansion. It just happens to be that your only means of escape is the naïve A.I., Tony, that is designed to kill you if you ever step out of line.
> TAU (2/2) - coming soon
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Like Married Folks Ought To - PurpleStarship
TEEN + COMPLETE + STUCKY + 6512 words
Catholic Steve Rogers, Socialist Steve Rogers, Canon Divergence, Weddings, Pre-War, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Nosy Avengers
Summary: "There isn't gonna be a wedding, Tony," Steve sighed.
"But Rooogers, everyone knows you guys are- what'd they say in ye olden days?- going steady?"
"Nobody's going steady, Stark," Bucky said, and Steve could practically hear him rolling his eyes. "We're both well over thirty."
"Past thirty and still not wed?" Tony shouted and covered his mouth with his hand like he was a lady in a cartoon. "What will the neighbors say?!"
"Stop it, Tony," Steve sighed.
"But why?!" Tony said, making puppy eyes at them. "You would be perfect together! We'd-"
"Because we are already married, dammit!" Bucky shouted irritatedly and yanked a chain from underneath his under armor. There, among his dog tags, hung a well-worn golden band.
Steve and Bucky tell their friends the story of how they got married not-so-legally eighty years ago.
Featuring: The Avengers being every bit as endearingly annoying as you'd expect your family to be, one (1) exhausted priest (seriously, someone give this man a break), and two super dorks stupidly in love since they were just two kids from Brooklyn :3
Something we like about this fic was the characterization of Steve and Bucky. We also really liked the original character, Father Nolan and the team dynamics. This fic made us cry a little but it was well worth it, because what a beautiful story. We think this fic is an excellent choice if you enjoy reading Pre-War Stucky, Catholic Steve, or if you like the Avengers being friends.
You can read it here.
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Part Une - Loving You
Synopsis: You encounter your lost love Christopher and you talk about how you've broken his heart.
Word Count: 1,954
Author note: This part is the follow-up to my latest write up, which I realise didn't garner much attention, but a second part was requested. Strongly advised to read part one.
Warning: Explicit Language, Mention of Drugs
Champagne showers your throat, its cool bubbles rippling inside you and all the way down your body. Your hips sway as you make your way through the tightly packed group of people. Laughter surrounds you as you re-join the dancing fray. A green-eyed model grabs you around the waist, his hands grabbing the thin material of your dress. The end of your dress dances over your high-heeled feet, you twist in the model’s arms and sway against him. Your back presses against him and he holds you tighter.
He whispers something in your ear, something or another about leaving with him to ‘fuck’ on the beach. You barely hear it over the music. Your eyes scanning over your friends that are sprawled around the room, all of them dressed in their finest threads. You would have taken him up on the offer, had it not been for the fact that you have been dating a particular Hollywood leading actor. You’d rather not have any outright fight at a party you’re enjoying because of ‘cheating’.
You move away from the model’s tight hold; you can almost hear his sigh. You dance over to a friend who beckons you to come with her to the bar. You gladly follow, reaching the bar takes a few minutes due to the crowd clambering over their drinks. You finally reach the bar; you lounge on the mirrored countertop. The barman approaches you, “Death in the Afternoon.” You wink at him, he smiles politely.
You turn and scan the room your eyes glazing the room, you catch sight of your date, hiding in a nook. He raises a glass to you, and you turn away from him. Drinking the sight of the partying people fills your stomach, many of them can’t help but stare at you, your presence like a diamond in the rough.
And there he is.
Your breath catches in your throat.
His arm draped across the shoulders of a tanned brunette; her eyes unmoving - glued to his. His lips ghost over hers, they way they used to do to your lips; giggles are whispered through her lips. Wearing a full suit with an undone bow tie strung around his neck - he looks like a drunken dream.
You want him.
He hasn’t noticed you. Or is pretending that he hasn’t.
It’s been six months since that night. You barely remember it; you were so intoxicated - on alcohol and Diazepam. An entirely irresponsible mixture, you try to pretend to yourself that you don’t know why you took what you did; but you know why. It was the only way that you had the courage to do what you did. Otherwise, you’d be with—
“One Death in the Afternoon.” The muscular barman places the crystal flute in front of you, you let a smirk grace your lips. If you weren’t in the same room as your date, you’d fuck him. But you’re trying to change.
You turn back in his direction, your friend also spots him, she promises that she’ll do everything to keep you guys apart. Your friends and family were informed of an amicable break-up with tears shed on both sides - by him. The media reported something similar - both PR teams sending well wishes to the other party and asking for privacy for those involved.
You weren’t aware of the amicable breakup until the email was forwarded to you by your PR head. You had blocked his number, but he had blocked you in every other way possible; you won’t pretend that it was unwarranted. Nor will you pretend that it didn’t hurt, but you couldn’t begin to imagine how much he was hurt.
You’ve done worse, but you don’t think you’ve ever done it to someone you actually loved.
You find yourself back in the folie of dancing, your dress billowing around your legs, its silky touch caressing your skin. You catch sight of the tanned brunette entering the dance floor; he’s following her, his hands toying with her waist.
They dance closely, his eyes roaming her body hungrily. You feel like vomiting. This isn’t fair. You close your eyes and knock your head back, willing the horrible sight away. The songs change twice before you open your eyes properly, your eyes immediately lower to where he is. Their lips are locked, their eyes shut off from the party, his hands dance on her arse.
You are most definitely going to throw up.
You rush away from the crowd, attracting concerned gazes, brushing off the offers of help, you finally manage to leave the house. You edge towards the pool and double over, you dry heave over the grass. You will the vomit up, but it is to no avail. You move away from the tennis style grass and make your way through the garden. Your walk leads you to the sea just beyond the expansive garden. The sky is a warm umber, the setting sun barely visible.
You don’t know how long you’ve been stood there, but you feel a presence behind you. You pray it’s not your date - demanding you keep him company.
You turn and feel your heart stop.
He looks beautiful. It’s the most undeniable beauty you’ve ever seen. He makes your heart throb.
Your heart swells, a feeling you’ve only ever felt once blanketing your heart.
“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to trust someone so much ever again.” His voice is husky, his accent very noticeable. “I couldn’t figure out whether speaking to you would be a good idea, but I really wanted to understand,” he sighs deeply, his fingers whisking out a pack of Marlboros out of his pocket, “even a slither of your psyche.” He lights one cigarette and exhales.
You watch him intently but divert your gaze when he looks at you. “What do you mean?” You whisper. Your courage has left you, and your confidence has set itself on fire.
He nudges the cigarette towards you, “I know you’re more of a vogues girl, but you’re going to have to forgo that right now.” You take the offered cig and pop it in between your lips. It tastes of him somehow and you want to die. “I’ve been fucked up since I left Massachusetts, unbelievably so. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way.” He takes a tremulous breath.
You’re frozen. The cigarette needing to be ashed, he takes it from your fingers. He takes a swift inhalation. “I may have developed a mild dependency on alcohol… and on you. I can’t go to parties without thinking of you. I can’t get out of bed without thinking of you, I can’t breathe — without thinking of you.” His breathing is steady, his words stronger than the wind carried by the sea. You can’t breathe, his words taking the majority of your oxygen, he hands you back the cigarette.
“If I hadn’t done it then, you would have done it first.” You shiver with the cold breeze from the surf. If you could choose between kissing him or dissipating, you would choose to dissipate right into the sand.
His eyes flash across to you, his irises seething with anguish and droplets of anger. “It’s not a race, it never should be.” His hiss cuts across your chest, almost shattering your pearls. “I loved you, like I’ve never loved anyone.” His words make you look at him. The eyes that haunt your dreams are there, right there, less than a step away. The wind brushes his tendrils of golden hair across his face, he looks like a kaleidoscope manifested into flesh. “But I hate you now, in ways I have never hated someone.”
You feel like you’ve been stabbed in the neck.
You can feel a tear slip past your eyelashes, and you almost curse the skies. “That’s fine.” You choke quietly, your voice on the cusp of being drowned by the waves.
“I’ve moved on. I’m happy.” He sighs, he dashes the cigarette stub into the ocean, his hands going back into his pockets. His eyes don’t shift away from yours. “But you haunt me.” He looks away, towards the darkened horizon. “If I could choose between you dying or the Boston bomber - I would choose you.”
Your eyes widen with horror.
You’ve never been confronted with the pain you’ve caused. It’s never bothered you that men would desperately try to tarnish your image in salacious magazines. But this, this hurt you. Finally.
You can’t stop the tears now. You sink into the sand. The water washes against the borders of your legs. You choke a sob back.
“I’m sorry.” Your voice is small and dejected.
“That’s alright.” He’s lit another cigarette. He sits down next to you, offering you a toke. You take it, peaking at him from under your eyelashes.
Looking up at him, you’re met with a longing gaze.
You’re going to wonder forever what’s possessed him, but his lips find yours. They’re the light at the end of the tunnel and following the path to it guarantees his survival.
The embrace is bittersweet, sprinkled with pleasant familiarity. The taste of smoke tendrils dances between your tongues. His fingers swim in your hair, greedily pulling you deeper into his kiss. You want to die in his arms, it would be indeed the heavenliest way to die. You grab his shirt and hold on for dear life, his wine-soaked tongue intoxicating you further. Fireworks explode behind your eyelids and you sink further into him.
He breaks away from the kiss. His eyes riddled with unspoken secrets.
He stands up, his hand extending towards you. Lifting you to your feet and taking your hand in his, he begins to sway with you to the muffled music coming from the house. His hand rests above your bum, comfortably leading you in this dance. You lean your head against his chest, inhaling the smell of cologne and Marlboro Reds. The smell that used to wake you up on holiday weekends. A tear slips from your eye, a manifestation of your longing and your need for him.
Why do hurt people, hurt people?
You recall the day your father left your mother for dead.
“Where’s mum going, daddy?” You look up at the towering figure of your father.
His stern gaze remains on the distressed woman being handcuffed to the gurney. He brushes off your question with a glare embalmed with stone. You gulp and return your stare to your screaming mother; you rush to her, but a paramedic stops you in your tracks. Your mothers begs your father to let her go, her cries echoing around the front garden. Her roses seemingly wilt in sympathy for their weeping creator. She screams and fights against the paramedics, your father doesn’t wait until the doors of the ambulance have been closed before he closes the front door.
You rush to the living room window, standing beyond the curtain with your face pressed against the glass, you watch your mother being driven away.
You’ll never see her again and never know where she took her last breaths; and you’ll be transferred to board at your school. You see your father annually and eventually he leaves you for retirement in South Africa, you’re alone and unloved.
So, you steal hearts so that your own can heal.
Chris breaks your dance, his hypnotising spell diluted by the distance imposed by his now hardened glare. He turns and leaves, his shadow furthering away from your own. You watch in astonishment as he leaves you, cigarette smoke billowing away from his receding figure.
You can’t help the stream that washes your cheekbones.
He’s done the impossible - broke you.
Part 3 - Coming soon.
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4.5k - Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, Fix-It, Post-TFATWS, Angst with a Happy Ending, Getting Together
for the lovely @nadiasna7, who requested it and unlocked 4.5k in me <3
Sam says something in return, but Bucky isn’t really listening anymore. His heartbeat pounds in his ears as he stares through the wall of the two way mirror. The rest of the room becomes a static fog.
Because there, in an interrogation room on the other side of the glass, is Steve. Or someone who looks like him at least.
He’s sitting on a steel chair, wringing his hands on the table with his leg bouncing up and down in a nervous tic. He looks impatient, almost angry, and unsure. His hair is longer than it was when he stepped on that damn platform, and his stubble is coming in, but he looks like Steve right down to his crooked nose and the freckle on his left cheek. He doesn’t have his shield.
Bucky’s heart stutters, once, twice, to where he’s not sure it’s following any rhythm at all.
the post fatws endgame fix-it we all deserve
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When I’m Reborn - Ten
Tony Stark: It is not about how much we lost. It is about how much we have left. We're the Avengers. We gotta finish this. You trust me?
Summary | After Thanos is defeated, the man you’ve loved is stripped of his super soldier form and returned back to his pre-serum body. As he mourns the loss, Steve turns his ire on you as he copes and searches for a way to turn back to the man he was once was.
A/N: Dark! Pre-Serum Steve Rogers x Female Reader.
18+ ONLY - There will be non-con, Munchausen syndrome by proxy, violence and because it’s me, a twist ending. This chapter features heavy angst and sice people asked what was in the box, I gave a lot of hints as to what it could be that Steve’s been keeping hidden.
This is an idea based on this fantastic work of art, which I will continue to re-blog. As always, I love comments and re-blogs! Thank you for reading along if you are!
Previous: One , Two , Three , Four , Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine
gif by @sharonscarter
“You ready to go back, Steven?” Strange asked, Steve’s head hung. A low sniffle and a nod was all that Strange needed before another portal opened up.
Back in the present.
Steve pulled his jacket around him, eyes red rimmed when Strange cleared his throat.
“It’s the journey, Steven. The journey makes us who we are.”
“This journey left me with nothing,” Steve pointed out, voice thick with sadness.
“Because you chose to see it that way. There are various outcomes to your story, Steven. Stop focusing on the one where you always lose.”
“Maybe because there was a lot of that. Ingrained in my biology, for one.”
Strange said nothing for a moment, cars rushing past on the busy street as the background noise to Steve’s heartache.
“I didn’t take you there to punish you. I know you think that was what it was. We all lost people, Steve. I’m not saying that your pain isn’t any less painful but it’s what you do with the information once you have it.”
“I can’t even see her. She’s in the hospital. Bucky won’t even let me near her. I almost killed her, Strange. She’s in the hospital because of me. So I have that information and I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with it when I’m still going to lose. Especially when I deserve it.”
“I think you need to see Banner,” Strange said finally, turning on his heels. “Like I said, lessons can be learned.”
They sit in silence, Bruce and Steve, sizing each other up. The last time Steve was in his lab, he was told he wasn’t worthy to even attempt to try a trial serum. HIs asthma had been particularly bad that day, relying on his inhaler on the walk home, filled with fury and regret.
The man that sits in front of Banner now is quiet, rundown and alone.
“Steve? In the end, you know it’s all gonna be okay, right?”
“No,” Steve answered, rolling up his sleeve as Banner uncapped a syringe. “I don’t.”
When Bruce draws his blood, Steve is transported back to the 30’s, when all he did was have blood drawn because the doctors were trying to find out all the maladies he was inflicted with.
“Strange said you went through it,” Bruce replied, trying to make polite conversation. It fell flat and Bruce cleared his throat, unsure of what to say after.
“I’ve always gone through it. Do you need any more blood?”
“Uh, no,” Bruce answered. “I think I got a good sample. Listen, the last bit of serum that I could replicate was a ninety-nine point seven percent match. I have no idea what the side effects would be but that’s as close as we could come. You need to tell me if this is something you want to do.”
Steve doesn’t try to think. Time travel jarred his brain, flashbacks materialized with every blink of his eye.
“That won’t fix anything. Just my body.”
Bruce pulled up a chair, his big body towering over Steve’s.
“You’re right. But it’s a start. I know you went through hell and back but we need you.”
Steve shook his head. He was tired of being needed but never asked what he needed. The words danced on his tongue before he swallowed them, finally looking Bruce in the eye.
“Yeah? And if it works, then what happens? I go back to the way things were? Back in action as the soldier who only knows how to fight?”
Bruce was quiet again, listening to his friend’s heartfelt question. He didn’t have an answer and he wasn’t sure if he could ever give one.
“That’s entirely up to you, Steve. It’s what you make of it.”
“And if the serum works?” Steve asked, unsure if he wanted to know Bruce’s opinion. “It doesn’t erase what I’ve done.”
“No,” Bruce agreed, his head nodding in agreement. “But it could be a start to making amends. But that has more to do with your mind. All we’d be doing is making sure those ailments go away. It’s like you said. Erksine said that the serum amplifies everything that’s inside. It’s a gamble but maybe you’re not as far gone as you think. And there’s only one way to find out.”
Steve hung his head at Bruce’s words, regret and what almost feels like the smallest sliver of hope cuts through the haze.
“We’ll see,” Steve finally said with a sigh. “I’ll do it.”
Wanda paced around the recovery room, hands shaking with your request still fresh in her mind. She could do it. She’d been able to plant repressed memories before she fully became an Avenger. When Ultron had promised retribution.
“I want to make sure you know what you’re asking,” Wanda began, taking a place at the foot of your bed. “I don’t know what you’ve gone through but I know loss. Even with what you know now, do you still want to go through with it?”
Tears dripped down your cheeks, head nodding in response.
“Make up a story,” you suggested. “I won’t know the difference.”
“You will,” Wanda qualified. “It’ll come through. That much I know. If you wipe him from your memory, then you wipe us too. It’s all or nothing.”
At your pained cry, Wanda wrapped her arms around you into a tight embrace. “You’re both strong. Neither of you would have been able to survive this onslaught if you weren’t.”
“I can’t help him, Wanda,” you cried, tears falling onto her sweater.
“It’s not your job to,” she answered, keeping you close to her as her hand holds the back of your head, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You are not here to fix him. You are here to love him. If you still do.”
“But he doesn’t love me.”
“He does. I know it doesn’t seem that way but I know. He needs to figure it out. But,” Wanda paused, her breath shaking as she inhaled. “I will do this for you if you truly want it. But it won’t bring you peace.”
“But my mind would be quiet.”
The hard knock at the door silenced Wanda’s rebuttal, Bucky’s head poking in. At the sight of you both, he sighed, stepping inside as the door closed behind him.
“Can I have a few minutes?” Bucky asked you.
“I’ll be right outside,” Wanda promised, her hand on Bucky’s shoulder for a moment before she left the room.
“Steve’s with Bruce right now. Sounds like the serum was a success.”
You blinked at the thought. No more frail Steve, barely able to stand without wheezing. No more inhaler or medications that lined the bathroom counter. He could fit into the clothes that were still in the box.
“You don’t have to see him,” Bucky continued, his arms crossed over his chest. “Wanda filled me in on what you want. Are you sure about this?”
“No. But with what I know now, it’s my only option.”
“He needs to know. Even if that’s what you decide after.”
“He doesn’t,” you answered with a shake of your head. “He almost lost us.”
“I know,” Bucky replied, his voice thick with emotion. “But what you want, while very much within reason, could devastate both of you when it comes down to it. Can you give it a day or so? Just to think about it?”
“Bucky…” you trailed off, wiping your eyes.
It wasn’t a lot to ask for but emotionally, you’d been drained of any sort of feeling. A shell of yourself with a small bright light on the horizon. Something to hold onto, to put your faith and love into.
“You can say no.”
You knew he would respect your decision. Maybe that hurt most of all. Everyone laying down their alliance for Steve to make sure you were protected.
“I’ll give it a day.”
Not a compromise but a delay. Something Bucky understood the minute you leaned your head back against your pillow, the updated hospital bracelet catching his attention.
“Are you going to tell him?” you asked, eyes closing with exhaustion.
“No. Not until you tell me to. But he’s going to try to see you. Won’t be as easy as it has been to keep him from you. But I can try.”
“I trust you,” you affirmed, covering your mouth to stifle a yawn. “Thank you.”
“I’ll tell Wanda to come back inside.”
The closed door gave way to a silence that you hadn’t had in weeks. But your mind was already made up, even if you had decided to wait.
When Wanda took a seat across from your bed, the silence was comfortable, enough to make you relax.
“Have you given it some thought?”
“In two days,” you answered with a slight nod. “I don’t want to erase you or Bucky. Just Steve. Can you do that?”
“It’s a lot,” Wanda admitted. “It will take a while.”
“All I have left is time,” you reminded her. “Think of a good story to tell me when it is complete.”
You don’t see the tears that well in her eyes, or the way she nods before she takes your hand.
“Then, I’ll do it.”
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Stick to the Schedule
A/N - Requested by one of my best friends, @ladydmalfoy and tbh, I'm glad she asked me to wrote this because it did things to me 😭. I so hate being single, like I love it, but at the same time I hate it. Anywhooo, enough about my boring life, enjoy my hoes! Also, I'm going to start put the "pairings" things so you guys know who the fics involve.
|| WARNINGS || Explicit themes, Language, Sexual themes, Choking, Breeding kink, Unprotected Sex, Daddy kink, Dom and sub kink, Threesome (2 males, 1 female), Anal, Double penetration, Angst (just a teeny bit. Blink and it's gone), Violence, Bloodshed, Bloody descriptions, 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI||
|| PAIRINGS || Bodyguard!Steve x Bodyguard!Bucky x Drug Cartel Leader!Reader
Stick to the schedule. That was always the plan. You had to cater your daily routine to match Steve's strict regimen exactly. Each time frame was monitored closely until the very last minute. Bucky was a bit more free. He was more the "get you into trouble and then have Steve yell at him for 2 hours straight" guy. He was your escape and Steve was your safe place. Both were inexplicably twisted so heavily into your life that at this point, you didn't think it would be possible for you to spend even one day without them by your side, catering to your every need and saving you when you needed it.
Mind the readers, you were no damsel in distress, but after getting shot and barely surviving, your father deemed it necessary for you to have bodyguards by your side 24/7. The first three didn't go so well, what with their constant disgusting behaviour and sexual remarks. But these two... they applied together... and even though Bucky flirted, they were respectful, they were kind and they knew how to fulfill your needs... although they didn't exactly fulfill one of your desires.
Today started like any other day. Insistent knocking on your door woke you up as you huffed and shouted, "Leave me alone!" You heard Bucky’s familiar chuckles on the other end of your closed door and Steve's annoyed sigh. The door opened and you threw your blanket over your head, hands gripping the soft material. "You have swimming at 10. Up you go." Steve's stern voice rang out. You groaned, "But Stevieeee, it's a leisurely activity, I can be late for it." "Uh, no. No you can't. Stick to the schedule, remember?"
You felt the bed dip beside you as Bucky’s hand rested on your thigh ontop the blanket. At this point, you had gotten so close to both Steve and Bucky that they were more friends than bodyguards. "Aw, c’mon punk! Let her sleep." You peeked from over your blanket, pulling it down just slightly as you nodded frantically. Steve growled, "I swear, sometimes I don't know what to do with you two. Y/N, hop up and get into the bathroom." "And we know you're gonna take a shower afterwards because your hair gets messed up due to the chlorine."
You smiled at Bucky, "I swear, sometimes you know me better than I do myself." Bucky grinned, shooting you a wink, "Course Darlin'." You pulled back the blanket and got up, stretching your limbs. Steve gasped and immediately his gaze glued itself to the floor. You furrowed your brows and glanced down, chuckling as you saw yourself in just your underwear. It wasn't like you were wearing lace panties, no, you needed to be comfortable to sleep so you were wearing cotton panties, but even those were too much for Ol' man Rogers.
"Steve, you've seen me in less." Steve gasped, gaze remaining on the floor. "I have not and Oh God, don't say that so loud." You shook your head, giggling to yourself, "I think you look smokin' Doll." You glanced over at Bucky as he leaned against your dresser, eyes roaming across your body. The feral look in his eyes made you want to jump on him, but you couldn’t possibly do that. That would be wrong. "Remember when I fell in the shower and you helped me get dressed to take me to the ER?" Steve cursed, "Yeah, but that was different." You rolled your eyes, you were fed up with him... mainly for not fucking you, but he didn't need to know that.
"Steve, for fucks sake, just look up." He peeked up, like a child during the scary part in a horror movie. His eyes traveled the expanse of your body, cheeks slightly flushing as he looked away again. Was he... did he like you? No, he couldn't possibly like you... right? You walked over to the bathroom, deciding to do something productive to get your mind off of the two oblivious dumbasses in your room. "So what's after swimming?" You asked loudly as you closed the door behind you and walked over to the toilet. "According to your father... you've been stressed so he booked you an at-home massage."
You bit your lip, truth be told, with your business you had been stressed lately. It didn't help matters that one of your business rivals, Stark Industries, was portraying you as a "naive 20-something" in the media. God, Tony wasn't a bad man when you got to know him, infact you two were good friends, but when it came down to business he spared no expense in making sure his always rose to the top. "Ok..." you washed your hands and started to brush your teeth. "I suggest you speed up as we're getting late!" "I suggesht you calm the fuck down befowre I puncsh your head throughsh a wall." You struggled to speak with your toothbrush still in your mouth. You heard Bucky’s rambunctious laughter from your room and you smiled.
All freshened up, you walked outside and into your closet to find your swimsuit. "Oh shit." "What? What's wrong?" You could hear the panic in Steve's voice, "My swimsuits in the laundry. That's ok, I'll just wear my bikini." You heard a harsh intake of breath and you assumed it was Steve. "No. No, no. You always wear your swimsuit. This is unacceptable." "Relax Dad. I'll be fine." You grabbed your plain, black bikini and walked out, purposefully staring down both men until they blushed and turned around. Steve facing your door and Bucky facing your window. You stripped and pulled on the bottoms of your bikini bottom then your top, except you struggled with the ties. "Awe Fuck. Buck, can you help me tie this shit? If I ask Steve, he might just have a heart attack."
Bucky turned around, shooting you with finger guns and grinning, "I've got you, don't worry." He walked up to you, turning you around as you grabbed your clothed boobs so that the bikini wouldn't fall off. "Like holding your boobs, huh? I could do that for you sometime." You chuckled at Bucky, "Oh, stop it! I'm doing this so that I don't accidentally flash you." "Well, Steve got to see your boobs, it's only fair that I do too." You shook your head. Bucky’s hands found way to your ties, his fingers gently caressing your skin and it took everything in you not to moan loudly. His hands felt so good on you, so warm and pleasant.
The simple touches that barely ghosted over your skin had you shivering, an action that did not go unnoticed by Bucky. He knew you wanted him, he knew you wanted Steve, he knew you wanted both of them and if he was speaking the truth, so did he. But he couldn't... due to rules and protocols set in place by your father. He couldn't even kiss you on the cheek on your birthday without being worried about his impending doom if your father found out. He would be dead. Simply dead. So he and Steve talked about it and decided to keep their feelings under the rug until they found a way to work around your father's rules.
Bucky couldn't help himself as his hands rested on your waist lightly, your breath hitching in your throat. His cool, metal hand rested lightly on the curve of your hips and you let your eyes flutter shut. "Uh, everything cool?" Steve asked and you could hear the apprehension in his voice. Bucky immediately removed his hands and walked back to the window, you looked over at him, his eyes were avoiding yours. "Y-yeah, everything's fine."
"Then get the fuck out, we're already late." You and Bucky chuckled, the normalcy returning from the sexual tension that had previously encaptured the room. "Alright, we're going. Jeez, Dad." "I'd prefer Daddy, but alright then." Steve mused with a slight teasing smile. Even he flirted sometimes with you. You shook your head, grabbing your purse and phone and skipping down to the door. Steve, of course, had to go outside and check first if it was safe for you and then him and Bucky walked you to your car, them on either side of you.
The three of you sat in the car, you in the front with Steve driving and Bucky at the back. The car ride was normal too, music blasting and you and Buck annoying Steve until he snapped at both of you. Finally you had made it to your favorite pool. You had a pool at home, but this one was Olympic size and you much rather preferred it to your own regular-size one.
Getting into the pool, you did a few laps as the boys watched you with a small smile on their face. You swam up to where they were standing and placed your hands on the floor to hoist yourself up. Your face was aligned with their crotches and the small gasp that left the both of their mouths made you smirk. "You boys wanna come in?" Steve chuckled, "Can't Sweetheart, got strict rules to watch you." You sighed, "The room is only booked for me, right?" Both men nodded. "Steve, can I have your gun for a second." He hesitated, but he knew you could fire one easily.
See, your legitimate business was a front for a dangerous drug cartel that you ran. That's why, one of your rivaling gangs had you killed, almost. Steve handed you his gun and you aimed at the security camera, shooting it as you saw it fall limp to the ground. "What did you do?" Steve growled. You looked at him innocently, handing him his gun back. "I'm helping you break the rules. In my purse, you'll find both of your swimming trunks. Get changed and jump in." You smiled angelically at Steve while he glared at you and Bucky laughed his head off. "Count me in!" Bucky grinned.
Within the next few minutes, the two were changed and were hopping in alongside you. You threw water at their faces and watched them playfully trail their way towards you. Slowly they approached you, a look that could only be described as hungry in their eyes. "Uh, guys?" You whispered, the sexual tension once again rising. Steve gave you a small smirk as Bucky licked his lips, looking you once over. They reached you, trapping your body between the edge of the pool and their own, well-built ones.
You timidly raised a hand, lightly touching Steve's bare pec and then blushing and lowering your hand. Steve turned to look at Bucky, an eyebrow raised, "See that Buck? Can't keep her hands off of us. We might wanna relieve some of her tension, no need for a massage." Steve whispered the last part and you gasped in surprise at the sexual remark, Steve had never said anything like this before. "I think we might have to, you know, to relieve her tension." Bucky added with a small smile. "I'd like that." You whispered under your breath, but loud enough for both men to hear as they gave you a smirk and their hands found their way to your body.
Steve's hands rested on your neck, slowly trailing his hand up and down your shoulder and neck while Bucky had his hands pressed onto your waist, fingers digging into your wet flesh. Your breath hitched, waiting in anticipation for what was to come. Suddenly Steve's eyes went wide, he pushed you back, your back digging into the edge of the pool as he covered his body with yours. "Watch out." He choked out before he caught the gun Bucky threw him that was on the floor by the edge of the pool. Steve shot outside as another bullet pierced the widow, shattering it and sailing over your head. Your eyes widened. "Fuck." You whispered under your breath.
"Thanos sent his men?" "Most likely." Bucky agreed with a growl. Your eye twitched, "Gimme a fucking gun, Bucky." Bucky and Steve both spun to look at you, incredulous looks on their faces. "No way. Bucky’s getting you out of here and I'm holding em off." "I'll be damned if I can't help. Also, I'm not letting either of you die before I get to fuck you, yes I fuck you, until you both see stars so hand me a fucking gun." "I say we hand the woman a gun, Steve." Bucky said with a gulp. Steve hesitated, but the murderous look in your eyes told him you'd be alright. He nodded at Bucky as he handed you a spare gun they had. You unlocked the safety and cocked it, holding it out at arms length as your eyes found your target.
A man with blue-painted skin was holding a futuristic looking gun. Yup, that was Thanos’s man, alright. You cocked your gun and were about to fire when the man shot a bullet directly at you. Steve jumped infront of you, it all happened so suddenly that pretty soon, you saw Steve's blood pouring into the pool and sheer rage boiled over you. Bucky could feel the waves of anger radiate off of you and at that moment he had never been more turned-on yet terrified in his life. Your eyes burned holes into the shooter as you took aim and killed him, a single bullet piercing through his forehead.
"Steve." You cried as you waddled to him and held him in your arms. Tears escaped your lids and your whole body trembled from fear. It was a total change in what you were before and now. Now that you had taken your vengeance on the shooter, you were terrified for Steve because... well, because you realized you loved him and Bucky. "No! You can't die! I love you. I love Bucky. I love both of you!" You sobbed and you heard a faint gasp, "Honey, stop being so dramatic. I'm pretty sure it just skimmed my arm." Immediately your sobbing died, the anger was back in your eyes as you saw Steve struggling to contain his laughter.
"You asshole! You think fake dying like that is funny?" "No, but I knew you wouldn't admit the fact that you loved us if I didn't. By the way, we both love you too." Steve gently got up, holding your waist and you felt another pair of hands, pull your rear into their crotch. "So much." Bucky mumbled against your skin, his cool breath making you shiver. "Right. Well, first I'm patching you up and then... I wanna sleep." You smirked as you watched Steve blink I disbelief and heard Bucky scoff. "Can we join you?" Steve asked with a small smile.
"Depends on whether or not you behave, Daddy." You heard the two groan under their breath and you smiled, walking to the edge of the pool, leaving their hands behind and getting out slowly. You made sure to add hip sways and a few bends as you got your towel to dry off and wrap around your hips. You turned around, "You comin' or will I have to punish you boys?"
They did not take your teasing well. They were turned on by your dominant complex, but they'd never admit that. No, they wanted to be in charge. Which was precisely why you were sandwiched between both of the strong men. Their arms holding your weak and overstimulated body up as they thoroughly fucked you. Bucky ramming into you from behind, the generous amount of lubricant he applied dripping down your thighs and onto your silk sheets. Steve was mercilessly pounding into you from the front, his previous cum mixing with your own to create a natural sort of lubricant, which was also dripping down onto your sheets.
THEY WERE NEW SHEETS!
But, you couldn't scold the two boys for ruining your sheets when they were fucking you senseless. Your head dropped forwards onto Steve's shoulder as a guttural moan escaped from your chest. The sounds you were making were straight pornographic, out of a porno. Steve's hand played with your clit, while the other was wrapped around your throat. Bucky’s flesh hand ontop of Steve's on your throat and the metal one playing with your sensitive nipples.
The pleasure that you felt, the overstimulation, your nerves felt on fire, your body felt amazing because of the congenial job your two new boyfriends were doing at pleasing you. Pretty soon, you felt the familiar shaking of your legs, the familiar expanding of your bubble until it popped and for the fourth time that night, you squirted uncontrollably on Steve's chest, his abs gleaming with your juices. After seeing your juices on him, he couldn't hold back and cummed into you, Bucky doing the same. You felt their warm seed painting your insides and you moaned loudly.
You fell exhausted onto the bed, Steve and Bucky falling down beside you. "So I guess you two can't be my bodyguards anymore." You spoke and Steve chuckled lowly, "And why's that?" "C'mon! Being my boyfriends and my bodyguards, too overprotective." Bucky shook his head, "I think we can work something out. Oh, and by the way, we aren't done with you yet, Sweetheart." You sighed loudly, well you have to stick to the schedule!
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Steve Rogers - never me pt. 2/2
Summary: y/n leaves stark tower to get away for the drama but a uninvited guest shows up at her friends house.
Y/n rang the doorbell to her friend's house. Someone opened the door and Y/n presumed it was her friends roommate.
“is Y/F/N home” she asked. He replied with a curt nod and he let her in. I dragged my suit case inside. "Hey (Y/N)!" Her friend said excitedly
Her friend took one look at her and her smile vanished. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying.
"Are you alright?" She asked. "(Y/F/N) can I stay at your place for a week? I'm looking for a place and I found one today but till then I need a place." She asked her straight up.
"Sure. But I thought you were living with captain hotness." She said pouring me a cup of tea while we sat smirking at me
"Yeah. We...we had a fight and I don't think we are friends anymore ." She said.
Her heart felt like it was cracking in two. "I'm so sorry Bebe" The girl sat sat down beside her to wrap her arms her sobbing friend.
She cried more as She talked to (Y/F/N) about what had happened. She walked into the spare bedroom and fell on the bed.
Did I say something I shouldn't have?
Is that why he doesn’t love me ?
Was it my fault? She asked her self
She didn’t even realize that the sleep took over her.
The next morning She was awakened by loud voices. She got up from the bed and out of the room. She saw that (Y/F/N) and her roommate were talking to someone at the door.
Actually that was an understatement she her friend was yelling and her roommate was holding her back.
"Please Y/F/N!" She heard Steve's voice. The girl walked out the room. "Steve!" She called out and he instantly looked at her with soft blue eyes. "Y/N please listen-"
"No! Go away!" She screamed."I'm not going away”
“for once, open your eyes and listen to me please god please” She begged "I always tried to hold on Steve. I always tried to keep our relationship even when you acted like a jerk I can’t do this friend ship any more.” She said
The next thing she knew his lips were on hers she tried to push him away at first but she kissed back once they pulled a part she open her mouth to talk and he cut her off “Y/N I... I'm sorry.. I don't know what happened. Please. Don't do this! Don’t give up on us please” He ran his muscular hand through his blonde hair.
"I don't want to do it either, Steve but I can't live like this."
“Just give me a chance to-"
"No! This has to end! I-" before She could finished he leaned in and kissed her again.
"I love you Y/N. I can't loose you. I'll be devastated! I'll loose everything." She sighed
"I love you too." She said hugging him.
“I’m only giving you one chance, okay if you compare me to Peggy again were done forever the no chances after that” she said seriously “okay I promise I won’t y/n I love so much okay I want to be with you only you” he said kissing her.
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for the 2021 @cap-ironman rbb with gladiator steve and emperor stark
read hollyandvice’s incredible fic here: the city of yearning
my ao3 post here: the city of yearning [FANART]
(first pic is an additional fanart and the second one is my rbb entry pls ignore the inconsistency in artstyle it’s been 6 months ;_;)
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SteveTony Weekly - May 16
Happy Sunday!! Here’s what I’ve been reading this week. As always, leave your fic authors some love if you read and enjoy their stories!
**Indicates my recent favs
***Admiring the scenery by AnnieD(scaramouche) (MCU/10K)
Steve’s used to people checking him out, but when Tony does it, it feels… different.
Buried in rubble by fundamentalBlue (A/B/O / 4K)
Tony was in an untenable position. He could feel Steve at his back, pin pricks of awareness stinging his glands. Suppressants lasted twelve hours before they wore off. And while Tony was a reckless workaholic, he always made sure to take his pills on time.
parent/teacher night by CapnShellhead (Kid Fic/15k)
When Steve's best friend James Barnes died overseas, his son James was given to Steve to raise. Steve did the best he could, throwing himself into being a parent with the same focus he did everything else. So, when he showed up to Parent/Teacher night, he was determined to make a good impression on James' favorite teacher.
Of course, like everything else in Steve's life, things didn't go according to plan.
Last stop before malibu by justanotherrollingstony (Hooker AU/5K)
Steve stands under the hot sun, hoping that the next trucker to roll in will bring him enough money to eat tonight, enough to save a little, to get out of this place and go somewhere new.
What he doesn't expect, is to meet a man who changes everything.
to strike a match by 51stCenturyFox (Soulmate AU/5K)
The marks that appeared on nearly every human one day weren’t very obvious -- a pattern resembling the whorl of a fingerprint and almost as unique, on the inner wrist, tinted the color of coal-black ink. Almost as unique, because everyone was supposed to have a match somewhere on earth, and when the match was found, with a solid press of bared wrist to wrist, mark to mark, the pattern disappeared.
***The trial run by AnnieD(scaramouche) (Fake Dating/13k)
Tony and Steve pretend to date, and enjoy it far more than they should.
Something beautiful by AnnieD(scaramouche) (Alternate Timeline/5k)
In one universe sideways, it’s 2012 and the Avengers have just defeated Loki and the Chitauri. Steve Rogers, who has been out of the ice for almost ten years, wonders if his retaking the shield for this event was a one-off, or if he’s ready to keep it again. It depends on Tony.
Love run cold by samptra (MCU/19K)
He had always thought that love was a sudden all consuming emotion; like he had seen in the movies of his time. He was learning though, that sometimes love can catch you by surprise.
***In a different light by marinarusalka (MCU Divergent/20k)
After an unexpected attack, Tony has trouble dealing with his injuries and Steve has trouble dealing with Tony.
Background noise by AnneD(scaramouche) (Avengers Fic/4k)
Steve just wanted to make Tony's life easier, that was all.
***There’s an app for that by AnnieD(scaramouche) (No Powers/17k)
Thanks to the modern gig economy, Steve is the successful owner of a break-up service, i.e. people pay him to break up with their partners for them. One day, he gets the first break-up request for Tony Stark.
It takes a village (or a team of superheroes) by aven_garde (Kidfic/33k)
Three months after the Chitauri attack, Tony received a phone call that changed his life. (Or, the one in which a group of remarkable people come together and balance battling villains and raising a child).
***Sea stars by muccamukk (Marvel 616/41K)
Steve comes back to life somewhere entirely unexpected; Tony doesn't remember being a hero; something is rotten in the province of British Columbia, and the 2010 Olympics are doomed.
Ice ice baby by orbingarrow (Hockey AU/11K)
Tony Stark is a star center, sidelined by a slip in sobriety. Steve Rogers is a goalie, suspended for a punch thrown off the ice.
When the two meet, they're trying to get their lives back on track, both off and on the ice. It turns out, the saying is true: A burden shared is a burdened halved. At least until Howard Stark gets involved.
Sunshine caught in water by areiton (Creature AU/2K)
The boy comes to the water every summer, sunshine bright and beautiful. And below the waves, hidden in the shoals, you watch.
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heyyyy I was looking for this fic where tony and steve are married and go in a mission but they find peter strapped to a bomb and tony tries to deactivate it and Steve says something like if it doesn’t work theyll all die together. Thanks so much ily guys 💜💜💜💜
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Shaky Hands by wordscorrupt
“A bomb, Tony,” He whispered, biting his lip as tears stung his eyes, “They have a bomb strapped to our baby.”
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Are you still doing prompts? (I hope so because I LOVE your little ficlets). If so, can I get their first kiss? (Also, sorry if you’ve already done this, I’m a bit new here)
When March 10th rolled around, Bucky always insisted that no fuss be made over him. Although, that never stopped Steve from treating it like the best day of the entire year. Cake for breakfast, a smear of frosting on the nose, a traditional pinch in the side for a good year. And the wonderful, hand-drawn card that would have been more than enough of a gift on its own—treasured forever with all the others and kept safe in a box of baseball cards under Bucky’s bed. But, this year, given that, “You only turn 17 once, Buck,” Steve had even saved up to get him a science magazine, full of interesting botanical facts and diagrams. Bucky’s heart swelled and constricted in his chest; turned to syrup with all the affection.
(He would spoil Steve right back, come July.)
Having taken liberties with Steve’s Ma’s liquor cabinet, they were tipsy by the time they made it to Coney Island. But they were celebrating—that was how Steve rationalized it to him. In the highest of spirits, they spent all afternoon at the attractions. (He cut Steve a break— didn’t drag him on the Cyclone this time.) The ring toss would have gone over better if he weren’t so pleasantly buzzed—though, he’d still managed to win a tiny stuffed bear; one that he’d be sure to “forget” at Steve’s place. (Steve never would have taken it, if he offered, but for some reason he needed Steve to have it.)
By the time the afternoon melted away, they were off their asses. Dizzy, from the height of the Ferris wheel or from the alcohol, Bucky’s whole body was warm and buzzing with it. Spring breeze, salt-heavy and rolling in off the water, cooled his face. The sun in the vanilla sky would soon sink into the ocean before them, turning everything clementine and amber with little wisps of white clouds on the horizon. Steve giggled against his shoulder at a joke as their compartment moved toward the top.
Everyone below looked like ants; the world was blurry, but when he caught sight of Steve smiling, it tilted back into focus. The caw of seagulls and screeches of delighted children running up and down the boardwalk seemed farther away. The smell of frying doughnuts carried up from the vendors below.
Picking at a fray on the knee of his trousers, Steve stopped halfway through a sentence about what time Bucky thought all the lights would turn on. And he had to have noticed the way Bucky couldn’t refrain from staring at his face. Smiling sheepishly, Steve’s eyes lit up. Big and honest-blue; flecks of green near the middle with those thick eyelashes. Peach-undertoned skin and the yellowing bruise on his jaw from a fight he’d gotten himself into the previous week.
“Did ya know?” Bucky asked, voice honey-slow. “Did ya know that sunflowers—sunflowers face each other when they can’t find the sun.” He didn’t know why, but it felt so important that Steve knew. “‘s like they’re kissin’.”
With the scrunch of his nose, Steve beamed. “No, didn’t know that.” His eyes flicked to Bucky’s mouth. “That’s sweet.”
Bucky looked out over the water; light off the waves refracting into glittering pieces. A few contentented beats of silence passed.
“Buck...how d’ya tell someone you want to kiss them?”
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MAKE A DECISION
A/N- My first time writing for Steve Rogers and I am pretty nervous lol. Anyways I hope you like it. Reblogs are very much appreciated and feel free to drop a request in my inbox if you want to.
Pairings- Dark! Steve Rogers X reader
Warnings- 18+, Toxic relationship, Dub-con, dark themes, implied smut, language, smut, , oral (m receiving) , obsessive behaviour, (Stay away from such guys irl) , horrible writing.
Please don’t proceed if any of the above triggers you.
Summary- After constant fights with Steve and watching your relationship fall apart; you crave solace and find yourself in the arms of a colleague. Too bad Steve decides to visit you at work.
You looked at the time displayed on the taskbar of your laptop and felt a wave of relief wash over you. It was finally time for lunch. Your stomach was rumbling due to hunger. The past few weeks hadn’t been really good. Steve picked the most stupid reasons to be mad at you and it was like everything you did was pissing him off.
You felt horrible and above all insecure. You couldn’t help but wonder if he even loved you anymore. The day before he went all crazy over your best friend being too ‘touchy’ with you. Now you knew Steve was a possessive man and even though you used to pick fights with him over his possessiveness, you loved it.
The only reason you would argue about it was to rile him up and that made you believe one thing that almost all those books and movies had told you- The sex after making your man jealous is the absolute best.
He would pick up small reasons to punish you earlier too but that was different. Getting punished was something your horny ass liked. But now all he did was yell and throw stuff. It was like everything had changed these few weeks. Earlier you would jump out of joy when Steve cam home. Now, a wave of anxiety fell over you every time you heard the sound of front door. Your stomach would churn and knot, heart beat faster as your mind would race to make sure everything was in place, hence giving him no reason to be mad. Steve Rogers on the other hand would still find one.
Earlier you thought he was just stressed. You did have a little idea about what the reason could be though. A few weeks ago Steve was rambling about spending his entire future with you as you both lay in bed, making heat rise up your body as your ears burned and heart fluttered. You never though you would reach to this point. As the conversation went on, you told him you weren’t ready for kids right now. You missed the way his eyes darkened and jaw ticked at that. He didn’t argue with you at that time but did keep pressing the idea of having kids. After starting the discussion about having kids a few more times and having the idea rejected by you, he stopped.
You weren’t sure if his frustration and annoyance towards you came from that but there was a chance that it did. The fact that Steve might be fighting with you due to this reason was only adding to your misery. Because did Steve even loved you if he couldn’t respect your choices. And the worst part of it all was that no matter what Steve did, you would never be able to leave him. You knew it was bad but it was the truth. It scared you sometimes that you would rather live your whole life unhappily with Steve than to not live with him.
“Hey, let’s go for lunch.” Nick, your colleague and good friend said making you turn your eyes up to him.
“Hey, uh yeah let’s go.” You replied, standing up while closing your laptop’s lid and grabbing your stuff.
“Yeah, I am perfect. Why do you ask?”
“You always look a little off these days. Is everything okay?”
“Yeah Nick, don’t worry. I am perfectly fine.” You tried to convince him, smiling at him. It just felt nice that someone actually cared about you because you hadn’t felt loved in quite some time.
“And you can always, wait, you are listening right. Are you listening?” Nick’s voice broke your chain of thoughts.
“Oh, I am so sorry, I completely zoned out. What were you saying again?”
He walked closer to you as you looked at him. He had beautiful eyes. Three years of knowing each other and you realised how pretty they were just now. You were so lost in his eyes that you didn’t realise he had his hands in yours as he lightly pushed your body down, making you sit in the chair.
As you sat on the chair he stood on his knees in front of you, your small hands still in his large ones.
He sighed and looked down for a few seconds before his eyes found yours once again and he said, “ Listen, you can share anything with me, yeah. I know you are stressed and troubled about something. Is it something I can help with?”
“It’s nothing” your voice came out too meek and low.
“You sure there’s nothing you want to tell me?”
You nodded earning a sigh from him.
“You mean a lot to me, you know. I just, I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.”
The worry and love in his eyes for you made your heart warm. You wanted to cry. In the three years you have known each other he had always supported and loved you. He had always been there to make you laugh when you were low, always been there to help you and always been with uou when you needed. He was the perfect friend.
“I- um, okay I’ll get this straight. Is it Steve?” He asked.
You looked at him, slightly shocked. He really did know you very well.
“Look, I have seen the way all the blood drains from your face when he calls you these days. And each and every time he calls you, you guys fight. More like he keeps yelling and you tell him to calm down over and over again. And the party last night. Is it him?”
Tears filled your eyes as you nodded.
You stood up from the chair as he too stood from where he sat on the floor. You wrapped your arms around him after a small pause of staring each other. You stood in his arms and whispered, “thank you for always being there for me.” as he stroked your hair.
“Hey , It’s okay. I am here for you. Always.” he kept repeating until you calmed down.
You looked up at him with glazed eyes as he gave you a small smile. His hands came to cup your cheeks.
“I am always here for you.”
You didn’t realise how close you were until you felt Nick’s warm lips over yours. The kiss was soft and so were his lips. You hadn’t been kissed like that in a long time.
You pulled away from each other, his hands still on your face. There was a moment of really uncomfortable silence before you gave him a slight smile and started laughing making him frown a little before breaking into a sweet and joyous laugh.
“I am really sorry to interrupt you guys. I mean, clearly you were both having a great time over there.”
Your whole body went cold as you felt goosebumps rise on your skin. All you could hear for a few seconds was the throbbing of nerves in your ears and your beating heart. You felt like throwing up.
You looked at Nick staring at Steve with hatred.
“Don’t look at me like that. I am not the one fucking someone else’s girlfriend.” Steve said in an eerily calm voice.
“Don’t worry baby, it’s not your fault these men can’t leave you fucking alone.” He said looking Nick dead in the eye.
Steve approached Nick like a predator approaches its prey.
“She told me how you fucking treat her, alright. It’s you who needs to leave her alone.” Nick said making Steve let out a low, scary chuckle.
Steve walked towards Nick and punched him hard, making him fall down. You let out a cry, muffled by your hands that covered your mouth.
Nick groaned, his bleeding nose in his hands.
“Steve stop.” You yelled as he kicked Nick aggressively making him cry out in pain.
“Steve” You placed your hands on his chest and tried to push him back.
“Shut this filthy mouth of yours.”
Steve pushed you away and kicked Nick two more times, the sounds of his grunts, Nick’s pained cries and your begs for Steve to stop filling the room.
You stood in front of Steve to prevent him from hitting Nick. You tried to push him back, your eyes begging him to stop. He took your hands in his and gave you a small smile, an evil one.
“Let’s go sweetheart.” He said taking your hand and leading you out. You looked back at Nick as he groaned in pain.
“Steve we need to get him to the hospital.” You pleaded him, your eyes filled with tears. You never thought Steve was capable of doing something so horrible. To think you were in love with such a man made you sick.
“Steve, Steve we need to-“ He cut you off by placing a finger on your lips.
“Stop it babe. You are making me really mad right now. He won’t die.”
You looked at him shocked and disgusted. You tried to break free from his grip on your hand but it was too tight. He pulled you into the elevator with him and pulled you closer to him. His thumbs stroked your wet cheeks and he proceeded to wipe your tears.
“Stop crying babe. What are people going to think?”
His words made you whimper as tears fell off your cheeks.
He leaned closer to you and whispered in your ear, “Save it for later. Trust me you are going to need your tears.”
He aggressively wiped your cheeks.
You both reached down and his hand found your waist, his grip on you iron tight.
“Don’t do something stupid. You are walking on really thin ice right now.” He whispered in your ear.
He walked smiling as if everything was okay. You, on the other hand were terrified. You felt really bad for Nick. Guilt was eating you. You felt like you would explode. It was all your fault.
You both reached his car and he motioned you to get in. Your body was trembling. He got in too while you did your seatbelt with shaky hands. You thought he would yell at you as soon as you both get in but he didn’t say a word for the first ten minutes of the drive. You looked at him with guilty eyes, still terrified. You didn’t want him to hate you. You would do anything to make him forgive you. Your worry about Nick was all gone now.
“I- I am sorry Steve.”
“You should be.”
“I come to my girlfriend’s office, bringing her favourite order from her favourite restaurant to have lunch with her only to find her fucking some jerk.” He added.
You wanted to say that it was just a kiss but you figured it wasn’t the best thing to say at that time.
He didn’t say anything the rest of the ride home and neither did you. You just looked out of the window, imagining you were somewhere else, anywhere else. You didn’t want the car to stop. You just wanted it to go on and on. Unfortunately you reached home after some time and you felt bile rising up your throat.
“Go in and wait for me in the bedroom, naked and on your knees.”
You opened your mouth to say something but stopped as his tone had left no room for discussion.
You stepped out reluctantly and found it really hard to open the door as the key shook along with your trembling hands.
You got in and went upstairs quickly. You knew that it would only make him madder if you didn’t hurry up. You undressed and sat on the floor on your knees. Steve entered shortly. The sound of his heavy footsteps only scared you further. He passed you and took a seat on the bed behind you. You turned to him. He opened his belt and let it fall on the floor, a clinking sound filling the room. He opened the button of his pants and unzipped it, all the while looking at you.
When he took his dick out and told you to open your mouth you were shocked. This was too easy. You had expected him to punish you, beat you even, but the fact that he just wanted to fuck your throat made you more anxious. It meant you would have to wait for some more time to know what Steve’s actual plan was for you.
You opened your mouth and he gave your throat no time to adjust. He just slammed in making your throat burn. You were chocking around his dick and not in a hot way. Tears were streaming down your cheeks as you clawed his thighs.
“See, your lips are made to be around my dick, not to kiss other men.” He said as his hands gripped your hair tight keeping your head in place.
You needed air. Your head felt heavy. You were gurgling around his dick, desperately slapping his thighs to let him leave you.
His fingers came up to wipe the tears off your face as he said, “You are going to have my child. It’s going to be perfect honey. Trust me.”
He sounded so sincere and genuine that if you weren’t chocking right now, you would have believed him.
He let your hair free and you quickly pulled yourself away from him. You tried to take in as much air as you could as you wheezed and coughed.
After what felt like hours you calmed down a little and started sobbing.
“Don’t cry now baby you need all your strength and courage to make the big decision.”
You looked at him confused. You wanted to ask what he was talking about but your throat didn’t allow you to let out any words.
“Oh I didn’t tell you? My bad. Tomorrow, either you file a harassment report against that office boy or you give a resign. Now I wanted you to do both but you know how generous I am. So I am giving you a choice. Now get on the bed.”
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