#Steve Rogers x reader fluff
Life Goes On (Chapter 9)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: Y/N is left in a hotel room and is not happy about it
Warnings: Language, Y/N yells at Bucky (yes this needs a warning cuz she's scary as fuck when she's mad), TFATWS spoilers
A/N: i just wrote this today and i think this is my favorite chapter
Y/N discovered very quickly that when rescuing your ex-vigilante friend from jail, you needed to pack a bag of clothes. Thank god she had forgotten her passport in her car after her trip to Mexico with friends.
Sam and Bucky were not happy that Raynor insisted on Y/N going with them. When Raynor told her to keep an eye on Bucky, she thought she was just teasing, not actually being serious. After Raynor threatened to report suspicious activity to those in charge of handling Bucky’s case, Sam felt no other choice but to drag Y/N along.
Even after Bucky said to just let the government come after him again. He knew Raynor had given him an empty threat, but Sam wasn’t taking any chances.
So here Y/N was, wrapped in the white, soft sheets of a bed in a hotel room in Germany. Sam and Bucky had snuck out earlier, leaving Y/N alone in the hotel room. How did she know? Sam kindly left a note for her, basically telling her that they’d be back later and to just stay in the hotel room. Sam had also mentioned that Bucky surveyed all entrances and exits to ensure no one was getting in and out. With the note was a plate of breakfast (that was still warm, so she had just missed them) and a bottle of water. With breakfast being the only meal they left for her, she assumed that they would be back around noon. The time as of a few minutes ago was 10:57 A.M., so she didn’t think they would be much longer.
Y/n huffed out a breath as she stared up at the popcorn ceiling of the hotel room. She had absolutely no clue where Bucky and Sam could be and that made her anxious. She also couldn’t believe that they left her alone in a hotel in Berlin, Germany. Not to mention, locked, as well. She found herself counting the white kernels of the popcorn ceiling. She recalled reading an article that these ceilings contain asbestos, which was odd considering how nice this hotel was.
She also found it odd that on a secret mission, Sam chose to stay in a nice hotel. She wasn’t really complaining about that though. The shower had plenty of hot water and the bed she slept on felt like heaven.
Y/N felt her eyelids give out. Counting these kernels was exhausting. Her back was well supported by the mattress, which made her lull even more into a sleepy trance. She was tired and bored. She had tried to walk around the hotel room earlier, even put on her favorite Beatles song to dance to. But she just wasn’t feeling it. Which was weird for her, because that song always made her dance. She even tried some 80s songs, but even those groovy beats couldn’t make her tap her foot on the carpet, even if she was held at gunpoint.
Y/N slipped deeper into her slumber. Her body relaxed, the wrinkles between her brows unfurrowed. Sleep, she told herself.
However, her relaxation was cut short. The sound of someone banging their fist against the door caused Y/N to jump right up from the bed. With eyes widened and her heart hammering out of her chest, her mind came to one thing only.
Sam and Bucky were found out and someone was now coming to get her.
She turned her head over the porcelain door, pounding still coming from the outside. Voices were behind the door, but she couldn’t make it out what they were saying, let alone who it was. Anxiety filled her chest, constricting her lungs and squeezing her heart with a fist. She searched around the room for a weapon. There was nothing portable enough to use. The T.V. was too big, the dressers wouldn’t do any good. She had no clue where the remote was. She searched around the room desperately, trying to find something, anything. Her eyes landed on her dirty breakfast plate.
Would a plate really protect you in an intruder situation? Y/N really didn’t know, but she was about to find out.
The door handle jiggled. “Fuck,” Y/N mumbled to herself, looking for yet another thing. This time, a place to hide and attack her intruder. Of course, it was near the door, her impending doom, but Y/N quietly tiptoed to the bathroom, closing the door behind her, not fully, of course, but just enough to let a sliver of light into the bathroom.
She heard the click of the door unlocking, making her breath hitch in her throat. She heard the door creak open. A soft footfall entered the room, the carpet softening the intruder’s boots. She still listened closely. She had counted a total of three pairs of footsteps, all small, quiet and succinct.
A girl with a fucking breakfast plate versus three intruders. This was going to be great on her tombstone.
As soon as she saw the outline of a person, she attacked, a small war cry escaping her throat. She lunged out of the bathroom, porcelain plate raised high above her head, ready to smash it into the intruder’s head. Unfortunately for her, her intruder was fast. Very fast. Before she knew it, her intruder spun around and immediately grabbed her raised arm, keeping it at bay from smashing the plate into their head.
“Y/N, hey, hey, it’s me!” The voice exclaimed, causing Y/N to open her eyes. She didn’t even know that she closed them. Her eyes met Bucky’s terrified expression, causing her panic-stricken face to relax. Her chest was heaving, adrenaline pumping through her veins. Bucky still had her plate-hand above her head.
She gritted her teeth and knocked him square in the chest with her spare arm. “You dick!” She yelled, the furrow back between her brows. Her anger must’ve really driven her punch because Bucky stumbled back a bit, dropping her arm from his grasp. “You take me to fucking Germany and leave me by myself in a hotel room, without telling me?” Y/N was just angry now and she had every right to be.
Bucky’s eyes softened. “But Sam left you a note.” Bucky replied, trying his best to defend himself. “That doesn’t make anything better!” She yelled back. “Where the fuck could you guys have gone anyway?” She huffed out, crossing her arms and looking over to Sam for an answer.
Sam moved himself out of the way to a man in a long fluffy coat. Y/N felt her eyes widen. In anger or shock? She couldn’t tell you.
She looked back over to Bucky, mouth agape, brows furrowed in confusion. “The guy who framed you for killing T’Chaka? Are you fucking serious?” Y/N felt herself getting even more angry with Bucky by the second. She turned over to Sam, who looked very nervous. “And you,” she pinched the bridge of her nose. “You just went along with it? You guys helped break a criminal mastermind out of a high-security German prison?” She motioned over to Zemo, who just looked awkwardly between Bucky and Sam.
“Technically we didn’t break him out, he broke out himself-”
“It doesn’t matter! We’re now harboring a fugitive!”
“If I may?” Zemo said, lifting his hand up, asking permission from Y/N to speak.
“No!” She yelled, her teeth almost bared at him.
She was now livid. She couldn’t believe it. It was one thing to accompany Bucky on this mission, but it was another that he was helping a well-known criminal, which she definitely knew was against his terms and conditions with the United States.
Bucky sighed. “We need his help, Y/N.” She met Bucky’s pleading eyes. “With what?” She asked, stepping towards him, challenging him almost. “You never even explained to me why we’re here in the first place.”
“Those Flag Smashers you’ve heard about on the news,” Sam spoke up, saving Bucky from explaining it to her. “We fought them a few days ago, and they were super strong. Bucky-strong.” Y/N gulped.
“Super soldiers?” She asked, receiving nods from both Bucky and Sam. She sighed, “And I’m guessing he’s the expert on super-soldiers? Some special intell?” She asked. Bucky nodded again. Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose. She was in too deep now. She finally understood why Bucky didn’t want her to accompany them on the mission in the first place. It was too dangerous. Too messy. Too much. Too much for someone like her to process.
“Give me five minutes and we’ll be on our way then.”
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hacker’s heart random headcanons #2
warnings || just little headcanons about Steve and Hacker, including Hero, the rescue dog, and Bird, the peacock.
You get a Polaroid camera specifically to take pictures of Steve shirtless to hang on your wall. You have an entire wall of just your boyfriend shirtless and every time he sees it, he gets extremely flustered. You like to show it off to people too, like it’s a piece of artwork.
Steve is in charge of feeding Bird, the compound peacock because for something reason the bird really likes him??? You always forget Bird exists too because she likes to run around wildly and sometimes you don’t see her for hours
You slowly move Steve’s clothes into turn room because you want to wear his clothes all the time, but you do as sneakily as possible. He doesn’t realize until almost all his shirts are gone.
“Have you seen my shirts?”Steve asked you curiously, peeking into your room with only sweats. You glanced over him with a sly smile.
“Nope!” You reply, pulling him by the string of his sweats into your bed to lay over you. You do eventually tell him, but not until he’s fucked you into the mattress.
Steve always changes his passwords to fuck with you. He always makes them something towards you like “babepleasestophackingus”or maybe something very sweet
Your screen savers are all Steve. One of your laptops is a picture of you, Steve, Hero, and Bird — a very hard photograph to take.
Sometimes when you feel needy, you will hang on Steve like a koala and he just lets you cause he can easily hold you up with one arm around your waist while you cling to his front. It never lasts long because you end up wanting to kiss on him and he gets so distracted.
You once got caught on camera straddling Steve while on a date, much to Steve’s dismay. You have the news article plastered on your wall by all your Polaroids.
“Do you have to display that?”Steve whined, seeing the new article amongst all the shirtless photos.”Aren’t your little photographs enough?”
“No,”You answered easily, taking out your camera while you laid in bed.”Take off your shirt, Captain.”
Steve rolled his eyes at your antics,”You are insatiable, you know that?”He stood at the end of the bed, his hands resting on his hips.
“Yeah, what are you gonna do about it?”
Steve sighed out, staring down at you. He admired how you looked in just a little tank top and a pair of cotton panties.
His hands slipped to the hem of his shirt, peeling it off and as soon as he gazed down at you, you snapped a photograph.
“ So hot,”You whispered, taking the photo and laying it out to dry. You crawled up towards him, reaching up to pull him into kiss. Steve grabbed your waist, falling onto the bed over you with a smile.”You could always take some of me, if you want...”
“Oh yeah?”He smiled, kissing over your jaw.”What kinda of photographs?”
“I could think a few shoots we could,”You smirked, biting on your bottom lip.”You could ones of me like this, laid out on the bed for you, my face while you stuff me full of your cock...”
Steve groaned into your neck, nipping at the base when it met your shoulders. You blushed at the way that seemed to effect him.
“Or while you fuck my throat, or how when you come me in cum,”You teased, feeling Steve grow harder under you. His large hands left your body, going to find your camera with a smirk.
“Better get to work then, shouldn’t we?”
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pairing: steve rogers x fem!reader
summary: dating an avenger came with occasionally dealing with a stressed out boyfriend. part of you always thought the frustration that was plaguing him was due to his career, another part thought he might have found someone else. one night after drinking with thor, steve comes home and confirms your suspicions.
word count: 3.3k
warnings: fluff, insecurities, angst, alcohol & mead consumption, smut, slight dub/con (tagging just to be safe, though all parties are willing) oral (f receiving), fingering, rough sex, dumbification, captain kink, spanking, choking, unprotected sex, cream pie, infidelity, cursing, yelling !!! 18+ minors do not interact !!!
notes: hello! this is my submission for @sweetlyscared #SweetlySad1KChallenge, congrats love 💗! i'm truly a sucker for angst. for some reason i love breaking my own heart when reading so i hope you all enjoy!
Steven Grant Rogers is the love of your life. Even after being together for two years, you were still in shock that America's poster boy had chosen you to be a part of his life.
You were a photographer, always choosing to hide behind the lens instead of in front of it. The day the two of you met, you were walking through the park while the sun was beginning to set. Trying to get the perfect shot of the sun hitting the skyline, you suddenly plunged to the ground due to a massive weight smothering you.
The mass didn't overwhelm you for long though as the gentlemen who ran into you raised up to his full six foot, two inch stature. Extending a hand to you and rambling apologies to you in the process. You grasped the rough appendage which hoisted your being up. When you finally registered the intruder, you suddenly got lost in his eyes, almost immediately recognizing the Avenger.
“I'm so sorry ma'am,” he apologized, “I wasn't looking where I was going. Are you okay?”
You tried to keep your composure towards the super soldier, but responded like a stuttering mess. “Y-yes, I’m fine Captain Rogers. It's alright.”
Taking a quick look over to make sure you weren't injured, he noticed your camera lens was cracked due to the fall.
You looked down and saw the damaged device and a frustrated sigh left your lips. It was your favorite film camera, a Mamiya RZ67 II. A gift you received last year from your father for your twenty-fifth birthday.
“I didn't mean for that to happen, miss. I can buy you a new one-”
“No it's alright,” you quickly dismissed him, “Don't worry about it, I have plenty of others at home.” You don't know why you lied to him at that moment. Maybe it's because you didn't want to inconvenience the man, another part was due to not wanting him to pity you.
“Well at least let me make it up to you. There's a coffee shop around the corner, may I buy you a drink?”
Smiling up at the captain, you softly responded, “Sure I’d like that.” This time you were the one to extend a hand out.
The two of you walked side by side to the coffee house while conversing with one another. When you two reached your destination, he pulled out your chair for you like a gentleman and sat across from you. After ordering your desired items, the two of you ended up lost in conversation. You told him about your job as a photographer and he told you all about his love for the arts.
After an hour of discussing interests with one another, Steve noticed it had gotten dark and offered to walk you home. Accepting his invitation, you two went the 15 minute path towards your apartment.
Walking you to your door, Steve looked down at you with longing in his eyes. Constantly having to defend the Earth, he never had the chance to find love again. But after meeting you, he knew you were too special to let slip past him.
“I know this might be a little too forward, but would you be interested in accompanying me to dinner sometime? I promise I won't break anything else of yours, including your heart,” he quipped jokingly.
You felt your heart beat erratically in your chest, which you were almost certain his super soldier hearing could detect.
“I would be honored.”
A little over two years have gone by since your first encounter with the blonde. The two of you had been going strong and it seemed as if you were a match made in heaven. So when did you start to feel so alone in this relationship?
Dating an Avenger, you quickly realized the toll that saving the world took on the man. In the beginning, Steve would head to your apartment after a mission, deflated. He would shut you out, particularly after a tough mission, not wanting to release any tension and frustration out on you. Though you understood, you just wished he would let you be there for him.
After an intense discussion with him about his behavior, he realized how much his attitude was affecting you and promised to be more open and understanding of your feelings.
The two of you proceeded to live a healthier life together. He stopped leaving you in the dark, and it worked for a while, until it didn't.
For the past few months, the stress had been getting to him more and more. He'd be quick to snap at you for the most mundane things, grabbing his coat and walking out the door. You figured it was just work that was affecting your boyfriend's mood again.
One evening, after another argument fell upon the two of you, he did his usual escape routine, leaving you to stew in your frustrations by your lonesome. You were starting to feel helpless. Steve stopped opening up to you. He started spending more nights at the compound, instead of wrapped up in your arms.
There was a small part of you that thought he was cheating on you. You never tried to confront him about it because you never wanted to believe your boyfriend could commit such an act towards you. So you kept your doubts in the recesses of your mind. But every time a fight would break out and he'd leave, those suspicious thoughts kept growing and growing till it was constantly on the forefront of your mind. Deciding that you would talk to the blonde in the morning, you got ready for bed.
You were deep in sleep when you heard the front door open and close. Heavy footsteps trudging to your room, Steve entered the bedroom. Quickly sitting up, you noticed that the time on your alarm clock read 3:47 a.m. You looked and made out the features of your boyfriend with the help of the moon shining through your apartment window. His eyes were glossed over, and slightly red. But you could not miss the way his pupils were lust-blown.
“I'm sorry, princess. Let me make it up to you.”
Stalking towards the bed, he removed the covers of your body revealing your bare legs. You had nothing but his t-shirt that practically swallowed your whole being and a pair of blue cotton panties which were tightly covering your mound.
Steve quickly removed his clothing before crawling up the bed and residing right in front of your clothed heat. He hooked his thumbs into the sides of your panties and slowly dragged them down the expanse of your legs. A string of your arousal connecting your cunt to your panties made him groan in desire.
“Always so wet for me,” he moaned, “Always so good for your Captain.”
Steve dove tongue first into your cunt, swirling his tongue against your clit and sucking it with ferocious hunger. Sitting back on his haunches, he manhandled your body to where he was holding your lower half in the air allowing him to feast on your pussy, while your shoulders and head were the only thing connecting yourself to the bed.
Sticking two fingers into your sopping heat, he dragged the rough pads alongside your walls making sure to reach the spongy spot that he knew all too well. Your breathy moans filled the room, music to his ears.
You could feel yourself on the brink of your orgasm, as could he, so he ate you through it. Your juices coating the lower half of his face like a second skin when you came. He continued to lap you up, only stopping when the overstimulation got too much and you pushed his head away.
Chuckling to himself, he gripped your waist, flipping you on your hands and knees, giving him the perfect view of your ass. Steve gave you a few hard spanks to your right cheek, feeling the area warm up due to his assault.
Pumping his already hard shaft, he didn’t even warn you before plunging deep within your confines. You both loudly groaned at the pleasurable intrusion.
With the Asguardian liquor flowing through his veins, he began to pummel deep into you. Repeatedly slamming the head of his dick against your g-spot, it had you seeing stars.
Sex between the two of you was always soft and gentle. Being used to the languid strokes, Steve was showing a new side to you. Animalistic grunts escaped his throat as he continued to use your body as he saw fit.
“Who’s your Captain?” his authoritative voice boomed in your ears.
Never being talked to like this in the bedroom, you didn’t know how to respond.
Growing impatient, Steve grabbed you up by your neck still driving himself in and out of you. He was choking you while your back was pressed against his sweaty chest. Without skipping a beat, he practically growled in your ear. “I asked you a fucking question, who the fuck is your Captain?”
There was a warning bell sounding off in your head, telling you that this was a completely different Steve that you fell in love with and made love to. But the rough ministrations being performed had you in a lust driven daze. You became so overwhelmed by his pounding that the only sound leaving your lips were various babbles and moans.
“Aw,” he cooed, “Look at you getting all stupid on my cock.”
He pulled out his dick, admiring the wet sheen you left behind on it before delivering rough, quick pumps to your dripping hole.
“Getting all cock drunk just for me. You missed this, didn't you? Me fucking you hard and rough just how you like it.”
Suddenly, you were brought out of your trance. Missed this? The two of you never went this aggressively in the sheets. You tried some more to collect your thoughts, but the more he rutted into you, the more out of touch with your senses you became.
“That’s right you whore.”
“You kept begging for my dick all night. Now. Take. It. Like. The. Dumb. Whore. You. Are.” he accentuated every word with a snap of his hips.
You were on the precipice of your second orgasm of the night, and you could tell Steve was close by the way he was losing control over his thrusts.
“Oh fuck Sharon, I’m ‘bouta cum. Fuck!”
Your body instantly froze. Part of you thought you were hallucinating. What did he just say? Did he just call you Sharon? The sudden rush of realization hit you like a truck. Every ounce of arousal left your system, while you stoically remained perched up on your hands and knees waiting for him to finish behind you.
With a shout of her name for the second time, Steve unloaded inside of you. Ribbons of cum were pumped, coating your walls.
The addition of the mead plus the sudden rush of dopamine to his brain caused him to pull out of your core and flop down on the bed. Within seconds he fell asleep and all you could hear were the soft snores escaping him.
You stay crouched there, looking at your boyfriend with a mix of emotions. Confusion, puzzling you about what the relationship was like between him and Agent 13. Anger caused you to shake due to the betrayal you felt. And finally sadness took over you last. Did Steve leave you every time after a fight to go to her? Did he fuck her like that whenever they were together?
Though shock was starting to form and take over your brain, you slowly stood up off the bed, trying to ignore the pain that was produced by his assault. Making your way to the shower, you turned on the hot water, not even caring about the rising temperature. You stood with your back facing the shower head, the scalding temperature that was burning your back delivered a pain that wasn’t even in comparison to the agony you felt in your chest.
Steve, the love of your life, the man who promised you the world, was cheating on you, and he thought he was fucking his coworker while in bed with you.
Thankful for the sounds of the water droplets hitting the floor, you allowed the noise to mask your own sobs.
After standing in the shower until the water turned cold, you stepped out and dried yourself off. Your body in autopilot mode, you dried your hair, applied lotion to your figure and threw on a pair of sweats you found in the nearby hamper, not even caring that they were dirty.
You walked out of the bedroom and stared at the super soldier sleeping. Your brain couldn’t process which emotion to feel, so you dragged yourself to the kitchen to get away from the man. Pulling a bottle of Jack Daniels off your bar cart, you decided to forgo a glass and enjoy the auburn liquid straight from the container.
Though you were drinking, your brain was going a mile a minute making you immune to succumbing to slumber. So you sat there and waited. Waited for Steve to wake up to see if he had the balls to come forward with the truth.
It was around 8 in the morning when Steve woke up. Though he was not plastered drunk after meeting up with Thor, he still had some difficulty remembering the night prior.
Registering that he was back at your place, Steve reached out to his right in search of you but found your side of the bed cold. Climbing out of the bed in search of you, he called out your name. Pulling on his underwear and t-shirt, he walked out of the room and was met with the sight of you nursing a bottle of liquor and sitting at the kitchen table, your eyes bloodshot as if you had been crying for hours. Steve started to march towards you but once you noticed his presence, you put your hand up, stopping him in his tracks.
“Hey shutterbug, what’s going on? Did something happen?”
You laughed at his concern. With three-fourths of a bottle of Jack dancing in your bloodstream, it somehow made you remember the events of last night even clearer.
“I should’ve known something was up when you called me ‘princess’ last night. You’ve never called me that. It’s always been, shutterbug.”
Steve was trying to figure out what was plaguing your mind, but you stood up and continued.
“And then- oh god. Then you asked me who my fucking Captain was, as if I fucking work for you?” you exclaim incredulously. Wobbling back and forth, Steve tried to help balance you but that just made you move away from his touch.
“I should’ve realized something then. I mean I did for a while. The fact that you started staying more at the compound instead of here with me. How you’d always leave after every argument. Fuck- is that why for the past 3 months you’ve only been fucking me doggystyle? You can’t get off by thinking about her if you’re stuck looking at my face?” Your drunken state of mind causing you to ramble.
The Avenger stood stuck in place. There was a twinge of guilt and fear creeping up on him. How much mead did he drink last night? Did you find out the truth? He tried to speak again but a flash of rage across your face made him immediately close his mouth.
“And then there was the dirty talk. When have you EVER called me those names in bed before Steven? Huh, when? You wanna know what the crazy part was? I started to like it. It was new and kinda exciting. But guess what happened that ruined it? Guess what it was that came out of your mouth that made me want to vomit? Made me want to shut down and hide as far away as possible from you.” You looked at the man standing across from you and could see guilt etched all over his face.
Anger got the better of you, making you throw the bottle in his direction. But due to his super abilities, he side-stepped in time to dodge it. The glass container shattering against the wall, decorating the floor with shards and remnant droplets of bourbon.
“FUCKING ANSWER ME! GUESS WHAT IT WAS THAT YOU SAID?” You were past caring about keeping your composure anymore.
Deciding it was the best time to respond, “I don’t know.”
The second those words left his mouth, you screamed back at him. “SHARON! Agent fucking 13. TWICE, you moaned her name while inside of me. You moaned another woman’s name while you were inside of your girlfriend of two years!” you said incredulously.
The tears started to flow freely down your face. Steve slowly stepped towards you, and since you weren’t moving away he went ahead and pulled you into his arms. He was muttering apologies into your ear while rubbing your back. You were so numb, his voice started to sound muffled as if you were underwater.
After five minutes of him traping you in his embrace, you pulled away, your face devoid of all emotions. Your eyes were cold, distant, something in the past two years of your relationship he had never seen before.
“How long?” you asked coldly. You just needed to know the truth.
“Steven. Grant. Rogers. How long have you been cheating on me?”
He looked like a guilty animal. Eyes downcast, shoulders slumped, he was guilty, you both knew that. The least he could do was have the decency to admit the truth.
“5 months. When she came with me on a mission to Madripoor. We were laughing, and having a good time and one thing led to another and-,” you didn’t have the stomach to be able to listen to him finish.
Stalking over to your apartment door, you opened it and pointed towards the hall.
“(Y/N), you gotta understand she means nothing to me. You’re the one I’m in love with.” He pleaded with you, but you just held that same expressionless look on your face.
“Captain Rogers, it would be for the best if you left. Now.”
There was no malice or sadness in your tone, you just sounded exhausted. It was at that moment, Steve knew how badly he ruined his life. Heading back into your bedroom, he stepped into his jeans and slid on his jacket and shoes before heading back to your foyer.
Looking at you one more time, hoping to ask for one more chance, you avoided his eyes like the plague. Taking the message, he stepped out of your apartment and the door was slammed shut before he even had the chance to turn around.
Deciding it was best to leave you alone, he walked down the flights of stairs, tears falling down his eyes. Steve knew he had no right to feel sorrow, he was the one who cheated. He was the one who broke your heart.
Back inside of the apartment, you stumbled over to the couch, deep in thought.
You thought the world of Steve. He made you a better person. He cheered you up when times were bad. He boasted about your photography skills to anyone who listened. He made you feel like the most important woman in the world.
You thought back to the first day you two met. How he ran into you at the park that day, offering you coffee as a way of saying sorry.
You laid down on the couch and thought about how besides breaking your camera when you first met, he also broke the first promise he made to you as you cried yourself to sleep.
“I promise I won't break anything else of yours, including your heart.”
A/N: okay… so i broke my own heart and started tearing up when i was writing this.
make sure to like, comment and/or reblog if you enjoyed this work, feedback is always appreciated. thank you !
* dividers credit to the lovely @stargazingfangirl18 *
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Optimist - s.r.
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Summary: all the reasons (you) why steve rogers is an optimist
Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader
TW: fluff all the way, maybe some illusions to angst but not a lot
A/N: finals are finally over! I really wanted to write a short sweet thing for steve, hope you enjoy it! (my first time writing for steve, too, lemme know what you think about it!!) p.s. pick up your trash & be kind! :)
Steve Rogers had always been an optimist. How could he not?
The world in front of him was so beautiful. Every morning when the sun rose, it was an opportunity to do better, to be better.
Every day he was out trying to save the world - some days, he’d pick up trash he’d find on his early runs, other days he’d fight until his knuckles were raw and he was close to dropping down from pure exhaustion.
Saving the world was like second nature to him, it always had been. From when he was a little boy, helping his mum in the kitchen when she dropped something on the ground. From enlisting as a soldier - because sometimes war was the only way the world could be saved. Taking the serum even, was all a means to an end to save the world. It made it possible for him to be his best self and gave him the resources to handle it on a physical level as well.
Being an optimist meant seeing what needed to be done. It meant trying your best to see the light, when there was only darkness. It meant that even when he was beaten up and bloody, he could still count his lucky stars that he was alive and breathing. Being an optimist, was seeing the good in people, even when they themselves didn’t.
Being an optimist doesn’t mean it is easy.
Some days, the endless picking up of trash on his runs was a real chore. It was difficult for him to wrap his mind around the fact that people willingly trashed this beautiful green planet he called home.
On mission days, it baffled him how people wanted to destroy the world, their bombs and guns blasting holes in the ground where once luscious trees populated the world, now blood flowing over the once green acres.
It was difficult to understand that people could so easily kill one another, refusing to talk to the other side when conflicts could be solved without any physical harm.
When he saw what the war had done to all the families - families without fathers or mothers, it was difficult to remain an optimist. Kids would come up to him, ask them if their daddy had been brave or if their mother had succeeded in her mission and the only thing Steve could do is nod and choke on the words he wanted to say, instead words like they did it for the country stumbled out.
Being an optimist was hard.
But when he came home after an early morning run to see you lying in his bed, the light filtering through the curtains on your bare skin everything felt like it would be alright.
Steve would be sweaty, his hair sticking to his skin, but you’d still stretch your arms out to get a kiss, your fingers scratching his scalp as he breathed in your soft scent, his body slating over yours in a delicious comfort that could only be described as home.
Steve felt safe and happy, everything in the world was fine and your heart was beating to the drum of love that was present all throughout his life.
Everywhere he’d go, traces of you could be found. On his runs in the park, he’d spot blue irises and he’d pluck a few, just to see your bright smile when he put the vase next to the bed. Your hands would pull him in the bed, kisses pressed against every inch of his face and soft giggles filling the room and filling the small hole in his heart.
Or when he was on a mission, the picture of you he kept inside a small pocket inside his suit, right above his heart reminded him why exactly he needed to see the bright side of life. Seeing the bright side of life meant seeing and loving you. It meant seeing in the full spectrum of colours instead of muted grey scales.
When he returned home after being out of the country for three weeks, you would be right there waiting for him. Your hand would slip from his upper arm down to his wrist and hand, slowly intertwining your digits with his, noses touching when you rejoiced in being together again. The soft touches made him ache in ways he never knew he could, his heart wrenching in delicious twists as he squeezed your hand and kissed your temple. He knew you’d always be there, be his home even when he couldn’t always be yours.
Steve loved the way a little rim of foam would sit on your upper lip after you took a sip from your latte. His hand would reach out, thumb swiping across to get the little bit of foam off and every time a bubbly giggle would escape your throat as you scrunched your eyes in embarrassment. Steve would bite his lower lip as he lovingly gazed at you, before pressing a lingering kiss to your temple as he pulled you even closer to him on the seat in the little cafe around the corner.
The cafe could be filled to the brim, chatter all around you, but the bubble you and Steve created would be filled with hushed whispers and giggly laughter, thighs touching as you looked outside and tried to spot dogs in funny outfits.
The days where you and Steve would be rolling around under the sheets were his favourites though. Steve felt like he was glowing in those moments, your soft hands roaming over the expanse of his shoulders as he pressed a string of kisses against your neck.
Just as you would pick him up when he was down, pat him on the shoulder and show him that he is a good man, he’d do the same to you. On your bad days he would be there, a cup of coffee in his hands as he watched you drag yourself out of bed. Those days he would be the anchor in your life to ground you, make sure you wouldn't get lost along the way. His goal was to get you back from the awful place your mind was in. He wanted to get you back under the soft beams of the sun that would make your skin glow, a small smile gracing your face once again.
Those moments made him realize how much he needed to see the good in the world, to be the good.
So yeah, he could stay an optimist for you.
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hacker’s heart random headcanons (part 1)
Steve was shocked when you started to sext him, like when he first received a pic of you with your tits covered by just your arm, he was floored. You almost got a lecture about how irresponsible it was, but then you sent a pic of your tits exposed and Steve got so hard that he finally saw the appeal.
Sometimes, you just steal his shield when he isn’t paying enough attention. Like you take it and put it on your wall in your hacker’s lair. He always knows it’s you and you make him stay in your room with you until he showers you in affection before you give it back.
You accidentally dyed Hero with paint during a paint war with Bucky and Nat. Hero had tried to play with you when you were organizing paint into balloons and you dropped it on him. He was blue and red for weeks. Steve had given you a lecture on being more careful while you made jokes about getting Hero his own shield because he kinda looked like Steve in his uniform.
You sometimes take naps in Steve’s bed just to smell him while he works. He’ll come into his room and find you curled up looking so small in his room and swears his heart starts to palpate.
Steve has to ask you to wear pants around around the compound because he doesn’t want anyone to see what belongs to him, and you always tell him his shorts cover everything but he’s insistent.
You ask Steve to teach you self-defense and he’s actually really looking forward to being able to protect yourself, but the. He spends the entire time worried he’ll hurt you.
Self-defense lessons ended up being a ploy to get Steve to pin you to the mat and fuck you.
Steve asks all kinds of questions to do with your hacking like he wants to know what everyone is up to now and you tease him dying your boss told you to stop hacking the team.
“I’m your boss.”
“Yeah you are,”You would wink, naming Steve roll his eyes at you.
You went a animal auction once with Steve for some reason??? Clint had been looking at the event for a couple weeks and you were just so curious about it
You wanted to spy on Clint who was getting some animals for his farm, you wanted to know what animals there were and what he was gonna get it. You told Steve it was just recon but you ended bringing a peacock home.
Steve is still bewildered by your need for this flamboyant bird that you have named Bird. He doesn’t know how you managed to convince him to let you get Bird, but now he’s part of the family??? So there is just a random peacock running around the Avengers Compound because you though he was cute.
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First I just want to say your masterlist is the stuff of dreams 🥲 I want to live forever in each of your AUs. 🥰
Can I request a trinity au idea? Maybe one of the trio (reader?) is feeling a little left out and at like a gala or party someone is flirting with them and because they’ve been in weird headspace they entertain it a little and the other two are just like oh heck no this one is ours thank you and just picks them up and carries them out
left out — stucky
warnings || angst, flirting, sad!reader, fluff
You didn’t often felt left out, but for some reason, Bucky and Steve seemed to be playing favorites with each other. It had started when you went on mission with Natasha. You had been gone for two weeks and the boys had seemed to get in this routine of just being them.
Maybe you were just being insecure, but when you found them cuddled up in Bucky’s small bed with no room for you, you felt sadness wash over you. You guys always slept in Steve’s room, his bed was the biggest and fit you all perfectly. Why had they fallen asleep without you?
What you didn’t know was that this was purely an accident. Steve had gone in to get Bucky and they had just fallen asleep talking about what they wanted to get you for the upcoming anniversary.
Then there was shower sex they had the next morning, or how they went shopping the next couple days without you. They went on a whole date without you and you were just...depressed at this point.
Steve had been the first to notice you had been distant. It was the night before the gala and you had slept in your own room in a mess of blankets. Not that Steve knew this since you had locked your door. Bucky had asked where you were when Steve had come to bed.
“Something’s wrong,”Steve said with a frown, eyebrows pressed together.”FRIDAY said she’s asleep, but her door is locked. Did..did something happen?”
“I dunno, she hasn’t been very talkative since she got back from the mission,”Bucky sighed, worry now racking through his body.”You think FRIDAY would let us in?”
“No, I already asked.”
Neither of them barely got any sleep, and where morning finally came, you stayed locked in your room with only Natasha helping you getting ready for the gala. They didn’t see you until that night.
You dressed in a dark blue dress with red lipstick staining your lips, the smooth fabric curved over your assets perfectly. Bucky had caught sight of you by the bar with a faint smile on your lips.
His brows scrunched together, watching you carefully while you seemed to be nursing a fruit drink given to you by the PR agent for the Avengers. He was nice looking man and he was flirting with you.
“You are by far the prettiest of all the avengers, by far, you are my favorite,”The man, Josh, had gushed over you, hand stroking your arm gently.
Bucky nudged Steve with a clenched jaw, and when Steve laid his eyes on you, he thought he might see red. Out of the three of you, Steve was by far the most possessive of you. He puffed out his chest.
“Oh fuck no,”Steve grunted, shoving his drink into Natasha’s hands who had been talking to him. He started towards you with no hesitation, Bucky follow him to make sure he didn’t start too much trouble.
“Oh my god, you have no idea how much I needed that,”You smiled, a blush creeping on your face.”You aren’t too bad yourself, definitely my favorite PR agent..”
“Oh, now you’re just flattering me...”
You felt Steve’s chest against your back, hands gripping your hips harshly. He knew how much you liked it, but it was more to keep you close and have you in his arms. Your breath hitched, taking in the aroma of both your boys.
“What do you think you’re doing, bunny?”Steve asked, picking you up by your waist in a very possessive manner. Bucky stared down the man in front of you, striking fear in the innocent guy who just thought you were pretty. Josh had quickly scurried away when the super soldiers had crowded you, intimidated by their blunt strength and dominance.
“I dunno, he was just being nice,”You bowed your head in shame, frowning at yourself. You had liked the attention the boys had seemed to be depriving you of, or you had depriving yourself of.”What does it matter to you?”
“What’s goin’ on with you, peaches?”Bucky asked, his demeanor changing as soon as you were out of public eyes. He softened, more touchy as he tilted you chin up. Your back was pressed against Steve’s chest, his strong arm holding you close. It was the first time in a week that you had been so close to both of him.
You shrugged, tears welling up in your eyes. You didn’t know how to tell them about all the things you had been thinking. How you didn’t feel good enough or how they seemed so happy without you.”Just noticed how happy you guys are when I’m gone.”
Steve never spun you around so fast, his movements much faster than Bucky’s due the perfect serum. He had you caged under the wall , staring down at you with disbelief. Bucky wore the same expression. You felt overwhelmed by both of them being so close, craving the touch of your boys. You just wanted to be in their arms again.
“What would you make think that?”Bucky asked first, leaning against the wall next to where you were caged in. His hands coming to take one of yours.
“You guys have been...it’s just be you two since I got back, you slept in Bucky’s room without me the other night, you went on a date!”
“You think we’re happy without you? That we don’t miss you every second you’re away, Buck barely sleeps without you. He doesn’t sleep until he knows your safe, he’s so exhausted when you get back, he practically passes out, it was accident,”Steve tried to explain, his strength getting the better of him as his hand accidentally sunk in the drywall behind you.
“It wasn’t a date, baby,”Bucky added, eyes soft on you. It made your heart break a little,”We were getting some stuff for our anniversary.”
“You were?”You asked, feeling embarrassed at how you had gotten in your head. You held onto Steve’s arm, making him easy his grip.
“I thought...I thought you were mad at us, you lock us out, bunny, you’ve been so distant, and I’ve missed you so much. I hate not having you around, you ease me, I’m my best when I have both of you,”Steve told you, hands coming to cup your face.”We love you, we can’t survive without you.”
His lips molded against yours perfectly, his sweet kiss making you forget every insecurity you ever felt. This was what you needed, reassurance that your boys loved you.
Bucky pulled Steve away from you, tugging at your waist so he could embrace you. After a moment, he leaned away and hooked his finger under your chin to look at him.”Next time you get in that pretty head of yours, you tell me, okay? All this could have been avoided if you had just communicated. We should have realized sooner, okay? We’re all fault here, but we’ve got you now.”
You nodded, smiling at him faintly before kissing his lips too. Bucky held you close, made you feel safe and loved. They were right, you should have gone to them. Maybe then you wouldn’t have spent this week so alone.
It didn’t matter now. You knew you would never be alone, not as long as you had your boys.
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yayyy bratty saturday !! what if reader found daddy!steve laughing and messing around with nat and they were very touchy so reader gets really sad and jealous and hides from steve and when he finds her she’s in a full on meltdown
“you’re so funny!” nat laughs at steve, running a perfectly manicured hand across his arm and leaning into him. he chuckles back as though you’re not even in the room with him.
your face falls and you push yourself up from your place on the couch, tears already stinging your eyes. you stagger through the compound, as far away as you can get from steve as tears begin to pour down your cheeks.
about ten minutes later, steve decides to come away from nat and traipses through the compound in search of you.
“baby...” he coos as he finds you curled into a ball, a sobbing mess. “what’s the matter?”
“go ‘way, daddy.” you sob, pushing his firm chest although you know it won’t do anything. “you don’t wan’ me anymore.”
it then dawns on him what you’re talking about.
“baby, i don’t want her. i only want you.” he promises but you shake your head fervently.
“bubba, please. you’re the only one for me, pumpkin.” he begs and you sniffle.
“but you looked happier. ‘m so stupid.” you cry, burying your head in your hands.
“baby, you’re not stupid. i am. c’mere, please.”
“go ‘way!” you croak.
“sweet pea.” he mumbles, pulling you into his lap against your will. you sob into his chest, breaths coming in ragged pants and heaves.
“‘m so stupid. you looked so happy. ‘m so dumb. stupid baby.” you berate yourself, every syllable filled with venom and self hatred.
“shhh, i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.” he apologises over and over again and eventually, your sobs die down to whimpers.
“d-daddy.” you mumble, clinging to him even though he’s the cause of your hurt.
“it’s okay. i’m sorry, i only want you, bubba. just you.” he says over and over like mantra until you start to believe him. you don’t even care if it’s true or not.
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Disconnected Drabble (2)
Summary: In which you learn to deal with jealousy
Fandoms: Avengers, Marvel, MCU
Pairings: Steve Rogers x Mutant!Reader, Avengers x Mutant!Reader (platonic)
Warnings: seriously just silly fluff, some language, I may have traumatized Sharon
A/N: A drabble for my completed Disconnected Series that nobody asked for. I keep going back to this pairing and this universe when I need a little pick me up. This is me just getting my writing mood back up and hopefully it entertains some of you.
No permission is granted to repost, translate, or steal my work. Tumblr is the only place I post my writing. If you see it anywhere else please report it.
Drabble 2: Learning to Deal with Jealousy
Tony had taught you that it was only natural to sometimes feel jealous and protective over people and things that are important to you. You understood that pretty easily. Tony was protective of you because he was a sort of father figure or big brother to you.
“If Steve breaks your heart I’m going to shove him back in the ice myself.”
You were protective over Peter too, wanting to preserve that starry-eyed wonder he always had whenever you were working with new tech.
“Y/N! Can we build a tiny army of exploding ninjas?”
“We can build whatever you want, sweetie.”
Jealousy though sprouted with Sharon. Now that you were in an official relationship with Steve, it kicked in that you didn’t like having another woman making the moves on him. America’s ass was yours. You trusted Steve, but you didn’t like that Sharon was being persistent despite knowing about your relationship.
“Put the flame thrower away, Y/N!”
“She keeps touching him, Tony!”
You’ve never felt jealousy before so Tony had to teach you firmly that it was okay to feel it, but it wasn’t okay to set the other person on fire. It apparently also wasn’t okay for you to demand that they never work together on any missions. However, Natasha also told you that you shouldn’t just let another person disrespect you like that either.
People were complicated.
So you had to get creative.
A briefing was underway for a mission you weren’t involved in. It was just Tony, Steve, Nat, and Sharon in the conference room going over the intel. Naturally, Sharon took your absence as an opportunity to sit close to Steve. Just as she was about to lean in closer to him, the table rumbled and made a whirring sound. A glass partition folded out from within the table to snap in place between the two.
Sharon huffed and tried to go around the barrier, but it adjusted quickly to again block her path. She tried several times and each time it zipped into a perfect position to stop her. The glass also kept wiggling back and forth as if taunting her, daring her to go keep going.
The other Avengers couldn’t help, but chuckle. Tony was particularly relieved that your methods now didn’t include fire or shrapnel and Steve found it endlessly adorable. He couldn’t wait to get out of this meeting and kiss the life out of you.
None of them expected you to have installed the same across the whole Compound. It didn’t matter if they were in the gym, the kitchens, or any of the hallways. Some type of barrier always came up to block Sharon’s advances. One time it smacked her right in the face as it came out from the ceiling. It needed some adjustments. It was a prototype. It wasn’t intentional.
Not at all.
Sharon still didn’t give up though and she was convinced that she would get an opportunity when they shipped out for a mission. Outside of the compound you would have no control of the environment and wouldn’t be able to monitor her and Steve. The mission was successful and they were packing up to leave.
Natasha raised an eyebrow at the obviously predatory strutting Sharon was doing on her approach to Steve. The man saw and looked at his friend pleadingly, begging to help him avoid whatever the blonde agent had planned. He sighed when all he got as an answer was a shrug. He had been blunt with Sharon, clearly stating that all his affection was happily occupied by you.
“You wanna stop by my place when we get back for a drink?” she said in a sultry tone, fluttering her eyelashes up at him as she stroked down his arm. Natasha let out a low whistle at the audacity.
Before Steve could answer a low whirring could be heard coming from the star emblem on his chest. They jumped back as an opening appeared on it where countless Nano particles spilled out, swirling in mid-air until it formed a small robot that looked eerily similar to Eve from the movie Wall E. Steve subconsciously recalled your recent fixation on the animated film.
It turned to smile and coo adoringly at Steve, winked at Nat, then it’s digital eyes turned a glaring red toward Sharon. Its little arm raised and reassembled as a blaster aimed right at her shocked face. Tony said no fire.
But he didn’t say anything about water cannons.
Nat and Steve stared dumbfounded as the tiny robot relentlessly chased Sharon around the area, drenching her while it made noises that suspiciously sounded like cackling. During the ride home on the jet it settled on Steve’s lap, cuddling and purring against him like a pet cat while intermittently hissing at Sharon in warning.
Steve chuckled and shook his head as he petted the robot’s smooth head. He couldn’t wait to get home to you.
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Written in the Stars masterlist
relationships: Stucky x fem!reader, platonic!Peter Parker x reader
word count: 1.4k
chapter summary: you get a new puppy, Peter comes over for lunch, don't get Steve started on bananas
warnings: none, Steve being an old man
[gifs not mine]
Steve pulls on his running clothes, glancing at you and Bucky curled up in bed together (Bucky being the little spoon of course.) He smiles, leaning over, kissing each of your heads gently. You stir, groaning in protest. “Ugh, I have to get up too.”
He tilts his head, “why?”
“Didn’t you say that mornings are for the criminally insane?” Bucky groggily asks, pillow muffling his words.
“I stand by that statement, but I’m volunteering with Clint.”
“At the animal shelter?” Steve asks, grabbing his phone off the charger.
You hum in response, not making a move to get out of bed. Steve smiles fondly, “sounds fun, sweetheart. Do you wanna come with me, Buck?”
The brunet makes a disgruntled sound. “With Sam? Gross.”
“Come on, honey. Sam is my friend, it would make me really happy if you two tried to get along.” Steve croons, carding a hand through Bucky’s bed head.
He screws his eyes shut, knowing if he looked into Steve’s eyes he would cave - but he hadn’t heard Steve call him ‘honey’ since 1945 and the petting feels so good. He lets out a reluctant sigh. “Fine.”
The blonde grins, “great! I’ll make us smoothies!”
“What the hell is a smoothie?” Bucky grumbles. You slip a hand under his shirt, hoping the skin to skin contact will soothe him. It does. He snuggles closer to you.
Steve smiles at the sight, snapping a photo of you two on his phone. Bucky groans, “did you just take a picture?”
Steve blushes, “um, no. Mango, let's go for a walk!”
He rushes out of the room with the dalmatian not far behind, wondering how to change his lock screen. He’ll ask Sam.
“He definitely took a picture of us,” you mumble into Bucky’s neck.
“What a punk.”
Bucky sighs lovingly, “yeah.”
The two of you reluctantly pull yourselves out of bed, sharing a few lazy kisses on the way. “I’m gonna take a shower. I’ll see you boys later,” you tell him. He pouts, “when will you be home?”
You barely contain a squeal at the adorable display. You squish his face in your hand, the stubble tickling your palms, “you’re so cute!”
He grins, looking away shyly. “Doll…”
You kiss his puckered lips, humming in thought. “Probably around lunch. I’ll bring something home.”
You and Steve asked Fury for a few days off with no missions so Bucky was hoping you could spend it all together, but you told him you had these plans for weeks. He tries not to whine in protest. “Alright, sugar.”
⍟ ✪ ⍟ ✪ ⍟ ✪
Just like you promised, you arrive back around lunch time.
“Honey, I’m home,” you smirk, entering the suite. Your boyfriends are on the couch, Bucky’s feet strewn on the blonde’s lap as he tries out his new colored pencils. “Did you know Peter works at the pizza place? Well it was the end of his shift and I told him he could have lunch with us.” You explain, gesturing to the teenager behind you.
Bucky tenses at the sight of a stranger, preparing to move away from his boyfriend, but the blonde places a reassuring hand on his ankle. Reminding him it’s ok to be affectionate in front of others now. “Hi. So, we got a new dog?” Steve asks, cutting right to the chase.
You glance at Peter, who’s cradling the tiny pitbull against his chest. “That’s… his dog.” You supply, placing the multiple pizzas on the table. Mango makes her way over, sniffing at Peter questioningly. “Then why are there pictures online of you adopting it?” Steve challenges, looking smug.
You spin around, looking at him in shock. “Since when can you use the internet?”
He smirks, “I’ve learnt a few things.”
You stare at him in bewilderment for a moment before pouting. “Ok, fine. I might have impulsively adopted a dog.” You look at Peter, who’s frozen in terror, as if lying to Captain America is an act of terrorism. “Pete, you can put her down.”
He slowly sets the puppy on the ground, still looking between your two boyfriends nervously, like they’re going to attack him. You roll your eyes, releasing a sigh, “come on boys, time to eat.”
Steve and Bucky walk to the kitchen, each offering you a peck on the cheek. You notice Bucky still hasn’t said a word and take his metal hand in yours, gently kissing the silver knuckles. He blushes at the sweet display of affection.
“Peter, take a seat. You haven’t met Bucky yet have you?” You ask, releasing the prosthetic and making your way to the fridge. He fidgets nervously. “Um, No, I haven’t. Nice to meet you Mr. Barnes.”
He smirks in response, “just call me Bucky, kid.”
Peter’s eyes widen, looking somewhat starstruck. Steve holds back a laugh, watching as you return with drinks for everybody. “Thanks sweetheart.” He glances at the small grey puppy who’s currently having a staring contest with the cat. “So, we got a dog?”
You place a slice of pizza on your plate. “I didn’t plan it, but I heard this worker saying how someone abonded this litter and that it was gonna be hard to find them homes because of stupid stereotypes about pitbulls,” you explain, huffing in frustration. Steve watches the puppy get spooked by Kiwi and run into the couch.
You glance at Bucky, noticing him self consciously tug on short sleeve. “What do you think, Buck?” You ask, trying to bring him into the conversation. His head snaps up, looking at you questiongly. “Do you like her? I think you should be the one to name her.”
He licks his lips nervously. “Me?”
You hum, “Stevie and I named Kiwi and Mango so it’s only fair you get to name her.”
“Is it gonna be another fruit name?” Peter asks curiously, chocolate brown eyes settling on Bucky. He furrows his brow in thought, “I don’t know yet.”
Peter’s nods, eating happily. “Speaking of fruits, what kind did you guys have back in the day? Like, I can’t imagine someone eating a papaya during the great depression.”
Steve chuckles in amusement. “We definitely didn’t have all the options you have today. And fruits were only available when they were in season, not year round like they are now.”
“The first time he tried a kiwi he just bit into it, skin and all,” you tease, remembering his disgust at the fuzzy texture. Peter's eyes widened, “no way!”
He laughs, looking at the super soldiers curiously. “So you could only have fruits while they were in season? What if you were craving a banana, would you have to wait all year?”
You look at the teen in alarm, “don’t get him started on bananas.”
“They’re totally different!” Steve protests, throwing up his hands in frustration. Peter flinches in surprise at the outburst. Bucky perks up, looking at him questioningly, “you noticed that too? I thought it was just me.”
Steve looks at his partner with pure admiration in his eyes. He claps his shoulder, voice heavy with emotion when he speaks, “no, pal. It’s not just you.”
You scoff at his dramatics, looking at the confused boy beside you. “The type of bananas Steve and Bucky grew up with were called Gros Michels, they were the main variety grown until the 1950s.”
Peter quirks his head. “What happened to them?”
“Panama disease wiped them out.”
“Can you still get them today?”
“Yeah, but they’re really difficult to find. Steve orders bundles of them from Hawaii.”
Peter’s eyes widen. “Woah. So, how are they any different from regular bananas?”
You groan. Steve ignores your protest. “I’m glad you asked. First off they’re way sweeter and a lot more firm. The bananas people eat today are like mush, I feel like I’m eating soggy oatmeal in a peel.”
You roll your eyes but Bucky and Peter are completely focused on his speech. You suddenly feel crazy, are you the only one who doesn’t want to hear Steve’s monologue about the cruel joke that is the Cavendish banana? You pick up the puppy who is sniffing under the table, “baby girl, I think we're the only sane ones here.”
Bucky breaks away from the blonde’s lecture, peering into her silver eyes. “Plum.”
Steve pauses mid-sentence. “What?”
“The dog. I like the name Plum.”
Peter breaks out into a grin, petting the pitbull, “that’s a great name, Bucky! It really fits her.”
Bucky smiles shyly at the praise. “Aww little Plum Barnes-Rogers,” you coo, tickling her tummy.
Steve frowns, “why is Barnes first?”
The brunet scoffs, “because I’m older, you baby.”
Peter chokes on his drink in surpise.
a/n: plum, happy pride month!!
tag list: @spookyparadisesheep @moonstuffsteve @thatcrackheadsadbitchtm @officialfictionalwreck @rowenaravenclaw2-blog @lets--be-honest @aikeia @mikariell95 @bananapipedreams @mollygetssherlockcoffee @hufflepuffzutara
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Hiii I was wondering if i could request little reader having a nightmare during a nap and running to daddy Steve who’s working for bratty Saturday. I always have the worst nightmares whenever I decided to take a nap 🥺
of course baby💞💞 this is so cute!!
warnings: descriptions of nightmares, crying, but totally fluffy w soft!daddy!steeb <33
just imagine him looking like that, so big & muscly and just curling up and falling asleep in his lap,,, yes pls🥺😫
you wake with a start, jerking upright in your bed as your breath comes in ragged pants. you feel like absolutely sobbing as you realise that you’ve had another nightmare.
they’ve become a huge problem for you recently; every time you nap during the day, or even sometimes at night, you’re plagued by horribly vivid dreams, consisting of all of your worst nightmares rolled into one.
you whimper, climbing out of your bed and trudging to steve’s office, where he’s been working all day.
you push the office door open timidly, clutching your stuffy to your chest as you catch sight of your daddy working furiously. he looks busy, maybe you should come back later, you think.
as you swivel back around to exit the doorway, he catches sight of you, stopping you in your tracks.
you spin back around to face him, casting your glossy, tear filled eyes down at your feet.
“what’s the matter, baby?” he asks worriedly, frowning in concern at your tears. he opens his arms for you to walk into. “c’mere, sweet girl. did you have another bad dream?”
“mhm, daddy.” you mumble, bottom lip quivering as he pulls you into his lap.
“oh, my poor baby. daddy’s got you now. you’re okay.” he coos, rocking you in his arms as you sniffle quietly.
“‘m sorry, daddy. you’re busy and i’m just in da way.” you croak as a tear trickles down your cheek and drips off of your chin.”
“you’re never in the way, bubs. you’re my priority, always. don’t forget that, okay?”
“okay, daddy. tank you.”
“you don’t have to thank me. i love you.” he promises, kissing the top of your head as you curl up against his chest.
“i lub you too, daddy.” you mumble quietly, nuzzling further into him as his muscular arms tighten around your body.
“you just relax there whilst i finish my work, alright baby? and then we’ll cuddle and you can pick a movie to watch, okay?”
“m’kay, daddy.” you smile, leaning against him as he gets back to work, feeling much safer in your daddy’s arms.
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Sometimes Music Makes Your Heart Ache-Bucky Barnes x Reader
Disclaimer: I don’t own Bucky. Though I wish I did. Sadly he belongs to the MCU.
Summary: While Bucky was working on a mission report, a song triggered the reader and brought her to tears. Fluff ensues.
Warnings: none really. Implied sexy time.
Bucky and I were lounging around the house. I was laying on our bed with my headphones in. a hoodie and my Star Wars pjs making a new playlist for when I roll my windows down in the car. Bucky was sitting in the office across the hall doing some post mission paper work that Sam threw at him.
Bucky had only been back since the early afternoon, and after a VERY happy reunion, he had to go do some paper work after dinner. I made myself comfortable and had my phone in my hand as the rain poured outside and the fan made some white noise for Bucky so that he could concentrate.
We had been in separate rooms for about an hour at this point. Bucky didn’t want to wonder far from me since he just got back, but our bed was more comfortable. If he needed me, I was there and vice versa.
While creating the playlist, I had my music on shuffle when I wasn’t randomly stopping a song to hear the beat. Suddenly, a song about Marines started flooding my ears and my eyes immediately started filling with tears.
My sister has been a Marine for 2 years and is still in the different schools they have them go through. Seeing as she is a transpo driver, I worry when the call will come for her to be shipped over seas. It’s all dangerous, but she’s the baby of the family and it always strikes me every time I think about it.
Bucky was highly concentrated and was just finishing the paper work when he heard the first sniffle. He thought it was himself for a second and finished off the paper work with one last signature before turning around. He heard the sniffle again and quickly looked at me.
Seeing tears streaming down my face and a red nose glowing in my phone light, Bucky quickly made his way over as his concern grew. “Doll. What is it?” He asked, pulling my hoodie down and taking a headphone out so that I could hear him. My attention snapped to him at his first touch, shaking me out of my thoughts. “What’s wrong? Talk to me.”
I attempted to regulate my breathing before responding. “M-mm-my ssss-sister.” Was all I got out before I started crying again, gasping for a breath.
“Which one sweetheart? You have 3.” Bucky asked, still trying to understand what was wrong.
“Y/S/N.” I replied.
“Is she hurt? We can get Tony to get us a ride out there and bring her here. We can get her the best care.” Bucky said, quickly trying to dry my tears. He hates to see me cry.
“N-no. Nothing l-like that.” I managed to get out. “It’s t-tt-this stupid sss-song.”
Bucky went from looking genuinely concerned to looking amused in three seconds flat. He let go of the grip he had on me and yanked the phone away. First he looked at the song before changing it to something that reminded him of me.
“Well doll, that’s how you fix that.” Bucky said, handing my phone back. “She is fine. She does what we do, but in a different capacity.”
I took a steadying breath before responding. “ I know. It doesn’t make it any easier.”
Bucky sighed at my response and slowly nodded his head, looking down. “I wish I could say I understood, but I was the one that was sent off. Not one of my siblings.” Bucky said, looking up again. “Steve understands better than I do. It killed him that I was out there without him. His skinny, asthmatic self wanted to protect me and fight for our country so bad, but his health was just getting in the way. He always told me he was worried about me.”
“Well you were also in combat.” I reminded him. I love Steve and his needed to protect the person I love and myself. We would both do the same for him.
“She isn’t even in combat yet babe.” Bucky sighed. “She may never see combat like that, or even like what we see, in her lifetime. Some people get lucky.”
“But what if she doesn’t get lucky?” I asked.
“Then she was trained for it.” Bucky replied. “They won’t throw her out there without being trained. Plus, if it’s that major, we have strings to pull and I’ll go stand with you and her. We would fight together.”
“James.” I breathed, truly touched by his words. “I would never take you back to a war like that. I couldn’t do that to you.”
“We do that here doll.” Bucky quickly replied. “It just looks different. I’d go anywhere, fight anything, fight anyone, and do anything for you.”
I breathed deeply and had a new set of tears coming to my eyes for a completely different reason. “I love you James Bucky Barnes.”
“And I love you.” Bucky replied, leaning up and pressing a kiss to my lips. Leaning our foreheads together, he added, “Everything will be fine. I’ve got you.”
“Thank you.” I whispered.
Bucky smiled, leaning back to look me in the eyes. He patted my lap as he went to stand. “No more emotional music. I don’t like to see you cry.”
“Then come put a smile on my face.” I teased.
“Aren’t you tired from earlier?” Bucky inquired, but began to walk toward me again anyways.
“I’m never too tired for you.” I winked.
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It’s 2021 people. Get it together.
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notes: I am just starting to get into writing marvel fics, so the characters I have are very limited at the moment! Once I get writing more marvel content, I think I’ll stick mainly to steve rogers, bucky barnes, peter parker, natasha romanoff, thor odinson, loki laufeyson, & tony stark. However, feel free to send in requests for other characters! I will happily give them a chance.
Please keep in mind that I have not yet seen everything marvel - I’ve watched all but one of the movies, and I’ve yet to watch any of the series. I’m currently watching loki as it comes out, but I haven't been able to start wandavision or the falcon and winter soldier yet. So i’d appreciate if you could keep that in mind when requesting specific scenes or for a character I have not yet met.
Lastly, please keep an eye on my bio to know when requests are opened or closed!
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• O’ Captain, My Captain ღ ☑
A stealth mission gone wrong leads to some injuries and an accidental sharing of feelings. // 2.8k
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O’ Captain, My Captain // s.r.
steve rogers x reader
requested: no - # 2/7 for my 2k writing challenge where I used all of the day’s prompts!
summary: A stealth mission gone wrong leads to some injuries and an accidental sharing of feelings.
word count: 2.8k
warnings: mentions of fighting & injuries, very slight angst if you squint, fluff
A/N: I debated posting this tonight bc I already posted a fic, but you know what? fuck it. I don’t want to wait forever to post this bc I like it. I’m pretty sure this si the first marvel fic I’m posting?? I know I’ve got some that I’ve started before this one, but I don’t think I’ve posted any yet?? Idk. I hope you like this!! Xx
“Would you be quiet?” You huff, shaking your head at the blonde man walking beside you.
For someone who has supposedly done stealth missions before, you’re questioning how he ever managed. You swear that since you step foot in the base, he hasn’t stopped talking. Honestly you’re not sure how you haven’t been found out or caught yet.
“At this point, if we get caught, I’m blaming you.”
“We won’t get caught, y/n. Settle down.” Steve huffs, rolling his eyes in mock annoyance.
As soon as the words leave his lips, you hear a loud clang from somewhere behind you, although it could be in front of you as the hallway you’re currently in is awful echoey.
Senses heightened, you find yourselves surveying the entirety of the hallway before even considering moving.
“Won’t get caught, huh? Say that again and I’ll try to believe you.”
“Just stay alert. I’m not going to let you get caught, but that doesn’t mean anything if you don’t make it out of here.”
“Got it. Stay alive.” You quip, not able to keep your sarcasm at bay.
“Cap!” You shout as one of the bad guys sneak up on his backside.
You had managed to get through the hall, and even all the way to the basement laboratory before the two of you encountered hydra goons.
It would have been fine, if you had paid attention when they first attacked you. Instead, you twisted your ankle and fell backwards when trying to dodge their advances because you hadn’t paid attention to the layout of the room. This meant that Steve had to help you up before helping himself, leaving him open to attack.
“Got it. Are you good?” He checks, glancing back at you as you get your footing, your ankle already screaming at you.
“Yep. I’ve got it. Let’s take care of them.” You reassure, ignoring the pain in your ankle as you ready yourself for combat.
Dodging an attack from some short, dark-haired hydra agent, you sweep your leg out to trip him, pinning him to the ground with a few simple jabs at certain pressure points.
You catch sight of Steve fighting off a handful of agents himself, but before you can even think of helping out you’re being cornered by two new agents.
It doesn’t take you too long to take them down, but as soon as they're taken care of there’s more advancing.
You honestly can’t tell how long you’ve been fighting now. It doesn’t seem like it’s been that long, but time passes differently when you’re trying to survive.
In all honesty, you’re getting worn out, but you know that the second you let it fully take over your body will be the second you fall. That means that even though your muscles are burning and you’re hardly able to take a deep breath anymore, you keep pushing and fighting.
“Y/n, look out!” Steve shouts, spotting a stray agent getting ready to attack you.
You don’t register his words in time though as you get thrown back by the agent, hitting the wall with more force than you had expected. It’s not until he’s stalking towards you do you realize that he must have been another test subject of theirs - gaining super strength at the cost of his humanity.
You attempt to get up to fight back, but the combination of being tired and hitting the wall has your head spinning. As soon as you’re attempting to push yourself up, you’re stumbling down again and dozing off.
Coming to, the first thing you make out is the small room you’re in. You’re guessing it’s a hotel of some sort by the setup - a small table with a coffee maker, a single dresser with a TV set on top of it, and one sole full-sized bed. The second thing you notice is just how tired you still feel, along with the ache in your entire body.
You groan as you try to sit up, but as soon as you do you begin feeling lightheaded.
“Oh, you’re up. How are you feeling, y/n?” Steve asks as he comes into sight, carrying a couple bags in his hand.
“Sore...those hydra agents were relentless.” You groan, still attempting to push yourself up to a sitting position which is proving to be more difficult than it should be.
He catches you wince lightly, frowning as he sets the bags down on the table to help you.
“Let me help.”
You sigh, nodding lightly as he carefully wraps an arm around your waist, giving you his other one to pull on.
“Thank you.” You murmur, resting your head against the wall as you shut your eyelids.
“Are you alright?”
“Yeah...yeah. Just a little lightheaded.”
He nods, pursing his lips in a frown, watching you take a few breaths to steady yourself.
“You hit that wall hard, after you had already hurt your ankle. I’m sure you’re going to be sore for a few days at least.” He tries to console. He may be good at pep talks, but he’s never been all that great at comforting people.
“Just get me some ibuprofen and I’ll be fine. When are we heading back?” You question, opening your eyes enough to look at him.
“Not for a day or two at the very least. You need to heal some before I’ll even think about getting us back.”
Before you can even register or question his words he’s continuing.
“You might just have a twisted ankle and some soreness here and there, but I doubt it. You’ve got a broken ankle and a concussion at least, on top of various bruises from fighting.”
“And how are you so sure?”
“I’ve seen broken bones and concussions on the battlefield enough times before to have a pretty good idea that you’ve got the same.” He deadpans, but cracks a smirk nevertheless when you roll your eyes.
“Alright Rogers, whatever you say.”
“I’m really hoping those bags you were carrying contain food. I know for sure that I could eat.” You blatantly hint, drawing a chuckle from the blonde man.
You can’t stop the yawn that wants to escape your body. It’s been hours now since you woke up to Steve returning, and you are thoroughly exhausted.
Not that you’ve done anything to warrant such exhaustion - since he returned the two of you ate, he tended to your injuries, you both changed into lounge clothes he had picked up, and then watched some tv and chatted.
It’s certainly been nice, but it feels wrong all at the same time. Sure it’s been lovely having the entire evening to hang out with Steve, but you can’t help but feel like you should be doing something. If you’re not trying to get back to headquarters, then you should at least be trying to gather information on the hydra operations you’re trying to take down.
Instead, the two of you have just been laying around, talking and laughing. You’ve watched some rather boring tv before you found a movie that interested the both of you. You can't lie and say it's been torture, because in all reality, it's been more like heaven.
You never really had a chance to get to know Steve aside from missions and running the Avengers. You had obviously heard stories from some of the other members, but you didn't really know him.
You've always found him pretty attractive, but he was older than you - even ignoring the 70 year time period that he had been frozen. That, and he was your superior in a way. You knew that you would never have a chance no matter how much you hoped for one.
That's partly why you never got to know him. Sure, you've been dying to every day since you met the man, but you figured that the best way to keep from continually falling for him was to avoid any unnecessary socializing.
“Are you tired?” Steve asks softly, catching you yawning.
He can’t help but admit to himself that it’s rather adorable seeing you so sleepy, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“A little bit.” You admit, another yawn escaping your body as tears line your waterline.
“Get some rest then. It’s been a long day, y/n.”
You nod lazily, carefully adjusting yourself to a more comfortable position.
You hiss, wincing as you put just a bit too much pressure on your ankle and twisting your torso more than you should have. Immediately Steve is checking you over, trying to figure out what happened.
“What happened? Why are you wincing?” He asks, eyes bouncing all over your figure - from your pained expression to how you're holding yourself tensely.
“I moved the wrong way.” You hiss, trying to breathe through the pain as tears brim your waterline.
“Where does it hurt?” He asks, features relaxing slightly. He had tried his best to tend to your injuries, but there’s only so much he can do here without the proper education or equipment.
“My ribs and ankle.” You sigh, gently relaxing yourself as you attempt to lay down in the bed more.
He nods, pulling the blankets back to grab ahold of your leg to prevent you from applying pressure to the ankle as you wiggle down into the mattress.
Once you’re settled, he helps you get your leg situated so you’re comfortable but the ankle won’t hurt. Then he pulls the blankets back up over your body, tucking you in with a little smile.
“Good night.” He murmurs, starting to walk away from the bed.
“Wait! Where are you going?”
“Just to the chair over here.” He chuckles, pointing towards the piece of furniture as he watches you pout slightly.
“You’re not sleeping there, are you?”
He watches your frown deepen, wondering why you’d care. He didn’t want to spend too much on a room, which is why he just got a single. He had already planned on you taking the bed, not thinking it’d matter to you.
“No. That’s going to be so uncomfortable, Steve. You need a bed too.” You pout, watching him as he watches you, confusion plastered on his face.
“….but there’s only the one bed.”
“So? I don’t mind, and I mean, I-“ you stutter, warmth blossoming in your cheeks as he watches you with furrowed brows.
“I don’t want to be alone.” You mumble, watching as it finally clicks in his head that you want to share the bed with him.
He mouths a little ‘oh’ before smiling and making his way back over to the bed. You watch with bated breath as he pulls the sheets back again only to crawl in beside you.
“You okay?” He asks, smiling lightly at you, taking in how beautiful you are as he does so.
“Mhm. Are you?”
“I’m perfect. Now get some sleep, y/n.” He chuckles, pulling the blankets over himself.
You whine but nod nonetheless, situating yourself the tiniest bit before you’re closing your eyes, hyper aware of just how close Steve is next to you. If you were brave, all you needed to do was wiggle back about six inches and you’d be curled up in his side. As much as you’d like to, you figure it’s probably best to keep that little bit of space, opting instead to just try to fall asleep.
Steve groans lightly as something hits him in his sleep. Rubbing his eyes he looks around, frowning when he doesn’t find anything out of the ordinary.
He finds that he fell asleep to the tv playing, some irrelevant sitcom playing on the screen. Sighing lightly he goes to find the remote, finding that he can’t move.
Looking down, he can’t help the groggy smile that fills his face. Somehow in your sleep you had turned onto your other side from which you fell asleep on, entangling your legs with his while your arm was thrown over his stomach in a hug. He could feel his heart swell as he admired your sleeping form.
There was no denying that you were attractive. He himself had been attracted to you since you first joined the Avengers. The sole reason he never made any moves was because he could tell you were trying to keep your distance from him. It hurt, but it’s not like it was the end of the world. He figured that you had your reasons for staying away and he wasn’t going to push it.
Now that your body is practically on top of him, though, he can’t help but wonder what the exact reason is for you keeping your distance. He’s tired of it in all honesty. He thought that maybe he could get over his little crush if you were going to stay distant, but his feelings have only grown tenfold.
He can’t walk into any common area of the compound without wondering if you’d be there or if you’d walk in. He’s constantly wondering if you’re thinking the same things of him. He’s always watching you whenever you’re in sight - including during battle, which isn’t the best thing to be doing, but he can’t help it.
“I’m going to take care of you, I promise.” He murmurs, going to press a kiss into your hairline.
“We’re going to get your ankle all fixed up and then I’ll make sure your concussion is getting better. I promised you that you wouldn’t get captured, and I’m promising you now that you’ll heal up just fine.”
As he talks, he mindlessly plays with the ends of your hair, gently waking you in the process.
“I’ve never broken a promise to you before, and I’m not planning to now. I care for you too much to ever think about hurting you. God it killed me when you passed out. There were still so many hydra agents and I-I just couldn’t let them hurt you. I think I blacked out myself, honestly” he rambles, chuckling lightly, not noticing that your breaths are deeper against his chest.
“I remember watching you pass out and worrying that they’d hurt you while you were out, and then, I don’t know. It’s like I woke up and all the hydra agents were taken care of.”
“All I knew was I had to make sure you were safe. We may not be close, but god do I wish we were. I get that you have your reasons for wanting to keep your distance, but I can’t keep pretending that I don’t have feelings for you. I just wish I could say that to you awake…”
You can feel him sigh, and you can tell he’s frowning without even looking at his face. You can’t help but smile lightly, a small blush covering your cheeks as you bury your head into his chest slightly.
“You’re awake, aren’t you?” He mumbled after a moment.
You nod lightly, gently lifting your head to look at him as he chuckles and shakes his head, his hand rubbing at his temples.
“I have feelings for you too, Steve. That’s why I put distance between us. I-I didn’t think I had a chance….” You admit, looking away from him as you continue your thoughts.
“I thought that having some distance between us would help me stop falling for you.” You chuckle.
“Not at all.” You laugh, blushing wildly as you look up to him to find a large smile on his face.
With a smile he leans down, capturing your lips with his in a near mind blowing kiss. Years of pining and hidden feelings are finally brought forth, and it’s more than you could have ever dreamed. You swear it felt like fireworks were going off throughout your body - your stomach twisting, your heart racing, and every nerve hyper aware of his touch.
Pulling away you can’t help but giggle, giddy off of his touch. He smiles, tucking some hair behind your ear before pressing kisses all over your face.
“I really like you, y/n.”
“I really like you too, Steve. I’m glad that you were there to make sure I was okay.” You giggle, pressing one last soft kiss to his lips before settling back into bed beside him.
Making sure that the tv is off, Steve wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you into his body so there’s not an inch of skin without yours upon it. Of course he makes sure you’re comfortable first and that you’re not hurting anywhere. As soon as he’s sure that you’re okay, he presses another kiss to your hairline, whispering sweet words and promises to you as you drift off to sleep once again.
As he feels your breaths become shallower, he can’t help the content smile on his lips. Playing with your hair as you sleep, he drifts off for the night with you.
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ex!dilf!bucky coming home after his daughter recital ￼and fucking you in the kitchen
PAIRINGS! ex!dilf!bucky x f!reader
SUMMARY! in which bucky can’t handle how you look in that tight dress.
WARNINGS! cheating, 18+ minors dni, unprotected sex, public sex, almost got caught, breeding kink, bucky uses his fingers to shut reader up.
your daughter had invited you and your boyfriend, steve, to her dance recital at her school. you were ecstatic that she was finally pursuing something she loved, so of course you said yes without hesitation.
what she didn’t tell you, was that her father, james, would be going also. you had to find that out the hard way. both you and steve went all out, you wore nice clothes and wanted to bring her for ice cream afterwards.
you were in a tight dress that wasn’t too tight for it to be uncomfortable. steve was in a navy dress shirt, rolled up to his elbows, and black slacks. “c’mon, we’re gonna be late.” steve said.
you waved him off and continued with your lipstick. you hummed as you threw the rest of your makeup in the bag, just in case you needed a touch up.
“you look beautiful.” steve smiled, kissing you. you smiled and held his shoulders. “thank you baby, c’mon.” you said, taking his hand and walking to the car.
you two arrived at the school and walked inside, hand in hand. your face, that once had a wide smile, dropped at the sight of your ex husband, james. you knew he was dropping your daughter off, not that he was staying.
“mom! steve!” your daughter, stella, yelled, running up to you two. you hugged her tightly and lifted her. “my baby! we’re so proud of you.” you said, kissing all over her face.
she squealed and got down, hugging steve. “hey princess.” he smiled, kissing her head. james walked over with a smirk, sticking his hand out. “hi, we haven’t met, m’bucky.” he said to steve.
steve took his hand. “steve, you must be stella’s dad.” steve said, wrapping his arm around your waist. “yeah, he is.” you said, pulling steve away to the seats. steve chuckled at you and sat down.
“stop being jealous babe, i find you more attractive than bucky.” he joked, kissing your cheek. you giggled and shook your head. as if the devil wanted to ruin your day, bucky squeezed in, sitting on the other side of you.
you sighed and placed your head on steve’s shoulder. you felt a hand on your thigh. you were confused because it wasn’t on the thigh next to steve, and why would he reach all the way over to grip your other one?
you looked down and saw bucky’s hands slowly gripping and releasing your thigh. you scoffed and slapped his hand away. bucky smirked and looked over at you.
“hey, steve? m’having a barbecue today f‘stella’s recital if y’two wanna join?” bucky reached over, talking to steve. you rolled your eyes and leaned back. steve smiled and nodded.
“yeah! that would be great, thanks boinky.” steve said. you snorted and hid your face in his shoulder. you knew that was purposeful, because he knew bucky’s name.
bucky looked at you before nodding and sitting back. you smiled and held steve’s hand. the hall lights turned off, signalling that the recital was about to start.
after the recital, you and steve walked out with bucky. “jus’ follow me, i’ll see y’guys there.” bucky smiled at you both. “thanks binky!” steve returned the smile, walking you to the car.
“bucky seems great.” steve nodded as he started to drive. you shook your head and sighed. “you’re going to aggravate him.” you said, fixing your makeup in the small mirror.
steve turned over to you before looking back at the road. “oh yeah? and what’s he going to do?” steve asked, flexing his giant biceps. you smiled and kissed his cheek. “my knight in shining armour.” you teased.
you arrived at bucky’s house after a while driving. “hey bonky!” steve said as he got out, walking in with bucky. stella walked up to you and hugged you. “does steve not like dad?” she asked.
“no, love, he does like him, he just likes jokes more.” you pet her head, walking into the kitchen. bucky put his hand on the small of your back. “he’s a dick.” he whispered into your ear, before moving beside you.
you turned to him with a scowl. “i must have a type then.” you sassed, walking out to the garden with the food for the barbecue. bucky watched you leave with a smirk.
about two hours later, each adult was drunk while all the children were passed out upstairs. “i’m going in to get another drink.” you said, getting up and walking inside.
you walked to the kitchen, being greeted by bucky’s wide smirk. “hey dolly.” he said as he moved away from the fridge. you scoffed and opened the fridge, taking out a drink.
“y’know i hate people mixin’ up my name.” he whispered, pushing his erection against your ass. “i guess m’gonna have t’hit stevie where it hurts.” he bit your shoulder softly.
you hated the affect bucky had on you, he was like a virus. “gonna have t’show him how fuckin’ weak you are.” he spat, moving your hair over and kissing your neck.
you couldn’t believe it, bucky was teasing you while you were standing in the fridge. “you’re mine, forever mine.” he whispered, biting your earlobe. you whimpered slightly, feeling your legs go weak.
bucky smirked and gripped your waist, pulling up your dress. “no panties? t’your daughters recital?” he chuckled. “it’s almost like y’wanted me to fuck ya.” he shook his head.
bucky massaged your ass, earning a small moan. “is stevie touch starvin’ ya?” he smirked, pulling down his pants just enough for his cock to pop out. “y’gotta tell me you want it, petal.” he whispered.
you whined and turned back to look at him. “want it so bad.” you cried. he smirked and slid his tip into you. “who am i t’deprive ya of such a pleasure?” he asked.
you rolled your eyes to the back of your head and wiggled your hips. bucky complied, sliding into you deeper. “fuck.” bucky hissed, enjoying your tightness. you threw your head back into his shoulder and grabbed the shelves in the fridge.
bucky’s hand fell over your mouth, his middle and ring finger shoving into your mouth. you felt something cold hit your cheek. you were too cock drunk to even care.
“i’ll be back in a sec!” steve’s voice sounded from the backyard. bucky cursed under his breathe and shoved you into the tiny broom closet, not caring that the fridge was open or that there was barely any space in there.
bucky continued to thrust, making you gasp. “shh, shh, don’t wanna get caught, pretty.” he smirked, biting on your shoulder again. you whimpered and felt the knot in your stomach slowly form.
bucky bottomed out, finally, hitting off your sweet spot without any effort, continuing to assault it with every thrust. you wanted to scream and cry out in pleasure, but his fingers down your throat stopped you from making any voice.
the knot in your stomach was tightening. you felt yourself clench over bucky, making him moan out. “oh god.” he whispered, resting his forehead on your shoulder as he continued his sloppy thrusts.
your toes curled and you gripped anything you could, coming loose all over bucky. “that’s it, such a good girl.” he whispered. bucky wasn’t far behind, cumming inside of you almost immediately after.
“gonna make you my mommy again, huh? how’s that sound?” he asked, thrusting his warm seed into you. you groaned and pushed him off. “i have no fucking panties you ass!” you whisper-yelled.
bucky chuckled and shrugged. “have fun, i guess.” he said, tucking himself away and walking out. “dick.” you shook your head, trying your hardest to clean yourself up with anything you could find.
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❀ = smut
♔ = platonic ships
♬ = song fic
☆ = fluff
☽ = angst
♡ = personal favorite
james buchanan barnes / bucky
traitor ☽ ♡
brutal (coming soon) ♬
jealousy, jealousy (coming soon) ♬
avengers x teen!reader
brutal (coming soon) ♬
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Congratulations on 300! Could I request a Stucky x reader with workplace romance and secret relationship?
Feel like it could be fluffy? And maybe fluffy secret smut if you wanted to incorporate that too 🤷😉
Thanks for requesting, sorry it took me so long to get to it! It came out a little more Steve-centric than I planned, but I liked how it panned out!
CEO!Stucky x Reader (1179 words)
Warnings: allusions to oral sex, implied smut
You felt good today. You’d gotten up for a run before work, you were wearing your favorite work outfit, and you were feeling confident about your performance review this afternoon. You chatted pleasantly with your coworkers in the elevator, making your way to your desk and settling in for the morning.
“Morning, peach,” Steve Rogers, CEO and your boss, pecked you on the lips on his way past your desk outside his office. “Buck won’t be in today.”
“He told me,” you chirped. “You sure you don’t want me to push the Stark meeting?”
“Nah, I can handle it on my own. Do I have any free time today? I want to get this contract written up before the weekend.” He unlocked his office and leaned on the doorway, watching you work with a small smile.
“You had a free slot from two to two-thirty, but I just filled it.”
“Someone called for a meeting this early? Who is it with?”
You laughed, “Me.”
He clucked his tongue, “No, we can’t cancel that one, can we? Bucky will have to do the contract for me tomorrow.”
“Guess he should have been here,” you smirked. “The one who kisses the assistant gets the good meetings.”
He chuckled, “I’ll keep that in mind.”
The morning slipped by quickly and at lunch, you took your food into Steve’s office, locking the door behind you. He glanced at your lunch pail and cursed, checking the mini-fridge for his own, “I forgot my lunch at home.”
“That’s alright, I can share. But in exchange, you have to feed me grapes like in the movies,” you teased.
“Deal,” he laughed, fingers brushing your hips as he leaned in to kiss you. His lips had barely brushed yours when there was a knock at the door.
“I’m on a call,” Steve called over, hoping to send whoever it was away.
“You are not,” Bucky’s huffy voice came from the other side. “I brought your lunch, you punk.” He heaved a sigh, “You two aren’t going at it, are you?”
“No, we were waiting for you, Buck,” Steve teased as you went to the door.
You let Bucky in and he locked the door behind him, grumbling, “You better be.”
“How was your appointment, baby?” you asked gently, brushing his arm and leaning in to kiss his cheek. You liked seeing him out of his work clothes; he was cute in a pair of dark jeans and a tee-shirt.
“It was fine,” he waved the question away. “Should’ve just come to work.”
“You need a day off,” you huffed. “You’d better go back home.”
He leaned in close, brushing his nose against yours, “But I’ve got work to do, doll.”
Steve chuckled low, “I was just about to start.”
Later that afternoon, you were seated in the front of Nat, head of the human resources department, “How are you feeling about your evaluation?”
“Good,” you smiled. “I like my job, so I work hard. I think I’m good at it.”
“That’s always nice to hear,” she nodded. “Your evaluations from Mr. Barnes and Mr. Rogers show it too. They both gave you glowing reviews.” You beamed and she continued, “This will be a simple one, so I’ll go through the reviews and you can sign your raise acknowledgment and we’ll be done.”
“Mr. Barnes gave you full marks in every category, punctuality, communication, work ethic, and productivity.” You sipped your water, hoping your self-satisfied smile wasn’t conspicuous. “Under comments, he wrote ‘Y/N consistently displays excellent oral skills-’”
You choked on your water, patting your chest pathetically as you caught your breath. You weren’t expecting him to be so tongue in cheek about it.
Nat gave you a sympathetic look and waited for you to sort yourself out before continuing, “‘-and retains a firm grasp on her job duties.” You wiped away the tears from your eyes watering; you were going to kill him.
“Mr. Rogers gave you full marks as well, so you got a clean sweep there. Very well done,” she smiled at you. “Under comments, he put, ‘If I could give a higher mark than a ten in each category, I would. Y/N is truly the missing piece Bucky and I have been looking for. We couldn’t fathom a day without our assistant.”
You tried to keep your expression neutral, fighting back the prick of tears. That was far nicer than anything you’d expected.
If you looked teary-eyed, Nat must have brushed it off as a normal reaction to being praised in a performance review, “Here is your raise acknowledgment. We usually cap the annual raise at eight percent, but as both of the CEOs seem adamant that we keep you here, you’re offering ten to keep you around.”
You nodded your understanding; you would have been happy with an average raise. Scribbling your signature on the page, you hastily thanked her and made a beeline for the door.
“Y/N, can I ask you one more thing before you go?”
You let go of the knob and turned around, “Of course.”
“I went up to the CEOs’ office around lunchtime and heard some noises I thought could be-” she paused, “Concerning. I don’t want to start gossip, but if anyone would know something and be trusted to keep this confidential, it would be you. Do you know of anything going on I should be worried about?”
“I’m sorry,” you shook your head, “I went offsite for lunch with a friend today, so I’m not sure what you mean.”
“Heavy breathing,” she offered as clarification. “Panting, maybe.”
You widened your eyes, “Oh!” You didn’t have to fake looking uncomfortable, “I’ve never seen anything unusual.”
“You can tell me, if it was just Mr. Barnes and Mr. Rogers in the office-”
“Mr. Barnes actually wasn’t working today. He had an appointment.” Not technically a lie.
“Oh. But the sounds? That’s not usual?”
“Mr. Rogers does do the occasional light workout during his lunch break, push-ups and whatnot.” You looked pensive, “He did mention that he didn’t have time to go to the gym this morning so he could get the extra workload done.”
She relaxed slightly, “That would explain it then. Thank you for clearing that up. I hate to sound so nosy-”
“Of course you don’t,” you smiled kindly. “It’s your job. I’m sure Mr. Rogers would understand.”
“I’m sure he would,” she tipped her head. “But it would be a little embarrassing for me. If you could just-”
“It’ll be our secret.”
Back on your own floor, you marched into Steve’s office, where he was on the phone. Locking the door behind you, you clicked the mute button as you made your way around the desk, sitting in his lap and capturing his lips roughly with yours.
He hummed before pulling away, “I’m on a call, peach, I can’t-”
You slid beneath the desk, gazing up at him from between his knees, his belt buckle in your hands, “You don’t have to do anything. I’m just gonna give you your performance review.”
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Golden Boy - Steve Rogers x Reader
a/n: how is it already friday?? wwhattt? it's been an amazing week, and this is my fifth submission for @theweasleyslut's 2k challenge. don't forget to join by this sunday!
also... had to grace y'all with our favorite, frat boy!steve :)
pairing: frat boy!steve rogers x reader (AU)
word count: just over 2.5k
warnings: pet names, language, possibly underage drinking (ages are not set), super toxic fratboy!boyfriend (OC character), jealous!steve, angst + fluff, one kiss.
(also i know that syracuse is like four and a half hours from NYC so pretend Y/N goes to college in upstate NY too i guess)
prompts used: all of them!! best friend's brother + college + "are you going to hate me forever if i do this?" + "i thought things were going great."
sneak-peek: when your boyfriend drags you to another college's frat party, you're met with a familiar face from your past.
“Are you going to hate me forever if I do this?”
A tear threatens to escape as you look up at Steve. He towers over you, carrying a bouquet of flowers. As if that could magically make everything better.
Your silence saddens him, making him pause to look around your room. Countless nights spent together, sneaking him in and hiding from your parents, definitely not telling his sister, Lily, where he was. Definitely not giving away that her best friend was dating her older brother.
“Do you really have to go?” Your biggest nightmare was coming to reality. You had thought you could make it work, that even a one-year age gap didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. Boy, were you wrong.
Your words hit him like a ten-ton truck, and he swallows hard. “Yes, doll, I’m afraid so. My mom’s right; I can’t pass up this opportunity. I wish I could just take you with me, but…”
“I know, I know,” you sigh, looking away from him. “I’ve got to finish high school.”
He takes one of your hands in his and uses the other to gently grab your chin. He moves your face to look at him. “Listen, I’ll wait for you. You’re so incredibly worth it, and I love you.”
The words bring a smile to your face. You squeeze his hand in yours, believing the words as you say them. “I love you too, Steve.”
In the passenger seat of Charlie’s Jeep, you’re off to the fourth party this week.
“Babe, where are we even going? We’re at the edge of campus,” you sigh, eyeing the nameplate for the university as he blows through a stop sign.
“Just chill, we’re heading to another campus just a little further upstate. My buddy said it’ll be the party of the year, and we can’t miss it.”
You roll your eyes, still regretting joining the sorority Lily had begged you to sign up for with her. These types of parties were definitely her style, not yours, yet you were the one who ended up with a frat-boy boyfriend.
Your purse buzzes wildly, and Charlie glances over at you. “I’ll get that,” you say quietly, pulling out your phone. Lily’s name lights up the screen.
“Y/N! Where are you? I’ve been looking for you everywhere, you kinda just… I dunno, disappeared!” She sounds buzzed already, and part of you wishes you were there to keep her safe. She was always a lightweight, even before she could convince you to have a sip with her.
You smile as you look out into the night. The soft glow of the streetlights is the only thing illuminating the dark freeway, and the rolled-down windows bring gusts of wind into the car. Your hair was probably already a mess, but it was no use trying to convince your boyfriend to roll them up. “Charlie’s taking me to this big party upstate, so we’ll be there for the night,” you tell her as he smiles over at you. He places a hand on your thigh, squeezing it a little.
“Be careful! You know how much I hate that guy, he’s such a jerk! Are you sure you want to go to a party with him in an area that you don’t know?”
Her words make perfect sense, but you know there’s no turning back now. What would you do, tell Charlie to turn the car around and speed back to campus? Let him have his own fun without you? That wouldn’t go well at all. “Don’t worry Lily, I’ll be fine. I’ll see you when I get back.” You hang up the phone, sighing a little. “Which campus are we going to anyway?” you ask Charlie, who is now swerving between cars on the highway.
He suddenly gets off the freeway, and you already see the name of the offramp he’s going towards. “Syracuse, their football team’s having this big blowout party with one of the biggest frats in New York. You know me, I’m always game for that typa shit.”
You freeze as the memories come rushing back. All those years ago, you had bid Steve goodbye as he headed to Syracuse University. He had received a scholarship, a huge scholarship, to play football for them for four years. Syracuse had taken everything from you; you couldn’t go back.
“Charlie, I can’t go. Y-You need to take me back home,” you start to stammer, shaking your head. You eye the nameplate as he continues to drive, your head spinning when you see the buildings you saw when moving Steve in.
He chuckles, gripping his hand on your thigh. “Oh stop, Y/N, you’re so shy. Don’t worry, I’ll introduce you to plenty of people there. I’m sure they’ll love you.”
You give him a fake smile back. Lily’s proposed plan to you didn’t seem so bad now.
As the Jeep pulls up to the large frat house, you can already tell that it’s the party of the year. Orange and blue streamers litter the lawn in front, along with red plastic cups and beer bottles. The booming music practically shakes the ground, and cheers and shouts fill the stillness of the night. Even for a large house, crowds of people fill the areas around it, and more people continue to pour in from the sidewalk. Before you can look around any longer, Charlie takes your hand and leads you out of the car.
He’s already eyeing other girls as you walk up to the house with him, flashing smiles and waving down friends. The worst part about dating a frat boy was this, how he’d leave you in a corner to dance with another girl, get completely wasted, disappear for hours, and then come crawling back to you by the end of the night. He would swear up and down that you’re ‘the only girl for him’ in a plea for a ride home. He’d then crash on your couch, you’d nurse his hangover, and you’d do it all again. And there was no escape.
“Babe, I’ll be right back, don’t move!”
You watch Charlie run towards the party, and there you are. You’re stuck in the corner again.
You had gotten used to observing the frat parties you’ve been to, studying the drunken dancing and utter carelessness for any amount of dignity. You feel like you’re the only sober one in the room. Until you lock eyes with a man across the room.
He’s wearing a white tank top, one that you had seen before. One that you had definitely seen before. His golden hair is tousled in all directions, and his blue eyes stare into yours through the chaos of the party. No. It couldn’t be.
Suddenly you don’t see the man anymore. You look around frantically, trying to find Charlie to take you home. You push through the crowd, through the sea of buzzed idiots, until you hit a wall.
“Charlie said you’d be here.”
Breathlessly, you look up at your ex-boyfriend. Steve. It’s him, the man you thought would be the love of your life, but he looks so much bigger. So much more muscular. He was the team’s star quarterback, what did you expect. “Steve, I can’t do this…” You hadn’t even had a drink, but your head starts to spin even more.
He catches your arm, looking into your eyes. “It’s okay, doll, let’s take this outside. Get you some fresh air.”
“It’s been so long, doll, I’ve missed you so much.”
Sitting on the lawn chair outside, the party was just as chaotic in the backyard. Music loudly playing through the speakers, White Claw cans littered everywhere… “How did you know I’d be here?”
He smiles, leaning back in his own chair. “Your little boyfriend hinted me in. He’s in the same frat as me, you know that? Different chapter, obviously. We had a meeting last week when he mentioned your name.”
You swallow hard as his eyes stare back into yours still. You had moved on; you had told yourself that you were done with him. You waited for two years, and it was two years too many. How were all those feelings suddenly rushing back? “And you convinced him…”
“I convinced him to bring you all the way up here. Clever, isn’t it? I figured he wouldn’t turn down a party for anything, and I wanted to talk to you. Especially after you turned down my invite to Thanksgiving two years ago.”
You grimace. Lily had invited you to their family dinner, telling you all about Steve’s new girlfriend. How pretty she was, the way Steve would look at her, how much the family liked her… you weren’t interested in doing that. “Because you moved on so quickly. Steve, I was hung up on you for two years.” His eyebrows raise at your words, a small smirk lighting up his face.
He chuckles a little, taking a sip of the beer in his hand. “Are those feelings still around, doll? Still hung up on the best you’ve ever had?” He had gotten cocky in college, but part of his words started to turn you on.
Yes. “No,” you lie to him, but it’s as if he can see through everything you’re saying. “I have a boyfriend, remember? I’ve loved him for a whole year…”
He scoffs, looking towards the house before his eyes dart back to you. “Charlie? That manchild over there doing body shots? You can’t be serious, Y/N, he’s definitely not your type.”
“How do you know what my type is, Steve? You haven’t been around for three years. You know where I live, I’ve lived with your sister all this time! Where have you been?”
“I’ve been obsessing over you, doll,” he responds in a more hushed tone. “Not a day has gone by when I’m not thinking of you, your lips on mine, finally getting to tell my family, tell the whole world that I love you. I love you, doll, can’t you see that?”
Tears threaten to fill your eyes. Again. As much as you wish you could be honest, just leave Charlie for the man you’ve always dreamed of, it’s not that simple. “Steve…” you breathe out, swallowing hard. “You can’t just walk back into my life like you didn’t break my heart. You tore my heart in two and I couldn’t even tell my best friend. That hurt. You can’t just pretend like you didn’t do that.” His face softens as he realizes what he’s done. “I’m with Charlie now, and you need to accept that. Things are going great, and it’s not fair for you to just ruin everything I’ve built up.”
He sighs, looking into your eyes. “I-I’m so sorry, you know I never meant to hurt you. I filled my life with people I thought would replace my own sadness, replace you, but it was never the same.” He looks away. “I understand that you can’t just drop everything and run away with me… but could I please, doll, just have one dance with you? Just one.”
Your eyes look up to meet his own, and you can tell he’s serious. “Okay, just one.” You crack a small smile, standing up and bringing Steve with you. “Just don’t fall in love too hard, okay?”
His eyebrows raise at that, and he smiles back. “Too late,” he says under his breath, too quiet for you to hear.
Just one dance. That was what you had told Steve. An hour later, you still found yourself giggling and wrapping your arms around him as the music sounded through the house. It was like the two of you were the only ones on the dance floor; you had completely forgotten about everyone else in the room.
Until an arm snakes around your waist, pulling you against a chest.
“Sweetheart, what’s going on? Why are you dancing with this guy when you’re mine?” you hear Charlie ask you, his breath hot on your ear. You look up to see him glaring at Steve, who instantly notices your absence.
Steve chuckles before you can answer. “Charlie, so great to see you again. Looks like she’s done being the little puppy dog that you sit in the corner, she wants someone who doesn’t leave her alone for three hours.”
Your boyfriend’s eyebrows raise, and his grip on you tightens. “Shut your fucking mouth, golden boy. You have no clue what my girl wants.” No, Charlie, he knows exactly what you want. He starts to back up, pulling you off the dance floor. Steve follows.
“It didn’t feel like that a few minutes ago, the way she was dancin’ on me.” Charlie’s fingers practically bruise your hip. “Just face it, kid, you’re jealous because I’m better for her than you’ll ever be. Now take your hands off her…” He narrows his eyes at the man behind you. “... or we’re gonna have a problem.”
“Maybe we are, because you barely know her! We’ve been dating for a year, who do you think you are?”
This time, you cut into their conversation. “Charlie, this is Steve. Steve Rogers. My ex-boyfriend. Remember?” When he looks back into your eyes, you try to escape his grasp, but he pulls you in against his crotch.
He snarls at Steve. “My my, the infamous Steve Rogers. Looks like you’re three years too late. She doesn’t love you no more, she probably didn’t want to dance with you in the first place! Just waiting for her boyfriend to come back to get here, that’s all!”
“She agreed to dance with me, you imbecile,” Steve mutters, taking a step forward. “Now get your fucking hands off my girl.”
A moment of hesitation passes by until you feel Charlie’s hands move to your back. He pushes you forward, right into the man in front of you, but Steve catches you instantly. “Fine, you whore, he’s yours! Don’t act surprised when he leaves you for some other bitch, and you’ll come crawling right back to me. I’ll see you then, princess,” he scoffs, and you get to your feet.
“I thought things were going great,” Steve teases sarcastically, and you give him a little shove with a small smile. “Don’t worry, doll, I’m gonna beat the shit out of him,” he growls, but you hold him back with your hand. “Such a tool, he doesn’t deserve you.”
“C’mon, Steve, let’s just get out of here.” You try to pull him along with you out of the frat house, so tired of the scene. Desperately wanting to go home. Before you can, you feel Steve’s hands around your waist.
Before you can say anything, his lips are against yours. Oh, how you had missed his soft lips, meshing with yours. He pulls you against his body, and you can feel him deepening the kiss even more. His tongue darts out to part your lips, and you instantly let him in as your hands move towards his messy hair. He pulls away for just a moment.
“You know, we should probably tell Lily.”
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Can I request daddy steve or bucky wanting to not co-parent with reader anymore but want to try to be a couple again
baby say the word and let me go
pairing: daddies!Stucky x little!Reader, Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes, daddy!Henry Cavill x little!Reader, little!Reader x Kal
warnings: angst, fluff. ddlg relationships
a/n: thank you for the request, and I hope you enjoy it!!
you couldn't believe what you were hearing.
they didn't want to be your daddies anymore? it didn't make any sense to you, especially their excuse of 'wanting to be a couple again.' they said that it was just for a little while, and then they'd gladly go back to being your daddies, but at that point you had heard enough, and you left. you'd packed your bags, and headed to a friends house for the time being, until you could get back on your own feet.
Steve and Bucky immediately regretted letting you go. they regretted ever having that conversation with you. the absence of your in their lives was painful, and it felt like ripples in time had embedded themselves into their lives. when they'd wake up in the morning and you weren't snuggled in between them, when Bucky would open the cabinet to get out the coffee mugs at breakfast, and your Mickey Mouse one wasn't there, when Steve would shower, and your Bath and Body Works body wash and body scrub in your signature scent weren't there. everything hurt, and the only way for their hearts to heal was to have you back, so after a lengthy conversation about how to win you back, they set out on their mission to find you.
you'd known they would live to regret it, but that didn't mean that you were going to let them back in. they'd broken your heart, and you didn't think that the situation was one that could be fixed.
as your eyes opened, you smiled. you could feel Kal laying at your feet like always. your smile faltered slightly when you reached out for Henry, only to find him gone, but it rectified itself when you could smell him cooking in the kitchen.
you climbed out of bed, trying your hardest not to disturb the snoring bear, and made your way downstairs in your shorts and oversized t shirt that belonged to Henry.
Henry could hear your footsteps approaching the kitchen, and he smiled as he grabbed your Mickey Mouse coffee mug, and filled it with coffee from the freshly brewed pot in front of him. he could smell you Bath and Body Works body wash that you had used just last night as you wrapped your arms around him, and it reminded him of the way you snuggled up to him at night, a feeling he'd never get tired of.
he placed the coffee cup down on the table, before lifting you onto his hip like he always did. you may not be little 24/7, but you were still his baby girl, and to him, his baby girl shouldn't have to exert herself more than necessary.
he sat you down at the table, and pointed out the food he wanted you to eat on your plate. he warned you about how hot the coffee was, and you gave him a smile as you felt yourself slipping into your little space whenever he called you princess. you received a kiss on the head, and dug into the eggs and toast, with fruit on the side.
your day continued normally after that, Henry helping you get dressed as you slipped further, and just before lunch time, the two of you headed out to take a walk in the park. the weather was warm enough for once that Henry didn't make you wear a jacket, and you took full advantage of that, wearing a flow sundress that settled just above your knees. Steve and Bucky would've never let you wear something like this, and it made you realize how much happier you were with Henry. Kal chased some squirrels while you and Henry took a rest on one of the benches. you gazed around the park, and your heart dropped when you caught a glance of Steve, standing at the edge.
without alerting Henry, you looked around and your eyes found Bucky on the other end of the park. they hadn't noticed you yet, but it was obvious they had somehow found you. it was inevitable, them finding you, especially since they worked with Tony Stark and had access to all the top technology, but it still scared you. you gripped Henry's and tighter and he looked at you confused.
"what's going on baby girl?" he asked, and you nodded towards Bucky at who was now walking towards you.
"old daddies here." you said quietly, and Henry's jaw tensed. he called Kal over, who came bounding up to him immediately, and once he was secure on the leash, the two of you headed off and back towards the mews. Steve approached you three as you were leaving the park, and Henry shoved you behind him when he addressed you.
"y/n?" he asked, and you stared at the ground, suddenly finding the back of Henry's running shoes the most interesting thing in the world. "can we talk, honey?" he asked, and Henry shook his head.
"I don't think so."
Steve rolled his eyes at the larger man. "look man, I just want to talk to her. we made a huge mistake and Bucky and I want to fix it. we miss you like crazy, doll." he said, the emotion present in his ocean blue eyes.
"you don't get to call her that, anymore." Henry said. "you made the decision to leave her, because you two wanted to be a couple? really? and now you want her back, when she's clearly somewhere where she's loved, and with someone who won't do that? that's pretty idiotic, especially for Captain America." he said, and began to lead you towards his house, but as you two turned around, you found your path blocked by Bucky.
"just let us talk to you, please." Bucky pleaded, and you shook your head, not making eye contact with him.
"no. wan' go home wif dada." you stated, and Henry watched as Bucky's face fell at the mention of his old name, a name that you now called Henry. "you didn' love me, you lef' me." you said quietly, but you knew Bucky could hear it.
"dada loves me, not you." you said, tears slipping down your cheeks, and Henry immediately led you away, Bucky letting the three of you pass this time. Steve caught up to him just as he broke down, his arms coming to rest around Bucky's waist.
"there's nothing we can do, Buck." Steve said sadly, watching you walk away with another man. they could hear your giggles as you ran across the street with the Akita, a smile on your new daddy's face. "we messed up, and she's gone."
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