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#Steve Rogers x reader
moonlit-imagines · 2 days
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Headcanons for being the forgetful Avenger
Avengers x reader
warnings:
a/n: it not too long i so sorry
prompt: @glitchy-bean: “Hi!!! I hope you're doing good!!! Could I request smth with a really forgetful reader + the avengers gang? More like found family than anything romantic at all with a teen reader if that's okay!!!”
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“well sorry” -you, consistently “i cant remember everything”
“you can’t remember anything” -nat
“yeah, y/n, were you dropped on the head as a baby or something?” -tony
“cut it out, guys. it’s not their fault they forgot thor’s birthday. besides, hes had a couple thousand” -steve
“are you calling me old, captain?” -thor
“at least im not the only one” -steve
it wasn’t just birthdays you forgot
much much more serious than that
rendezvous points, mission details, plans of attack, perp descriptions, where you put your keys, where you put your gun
you name it you forgot it
i mean—not always, but enough for it to be the running joke
“keep your comms on, y/n. not having a disaster like last time when you couldn’t remember whether to cut the red wire or green wire” -tony
“you wish i cut the wrong one” -you
“uh, no, that’s very harsh. i moreso wished you didn’t scare us half to death by nearly digging your grave” -tony
“oh ok i forgot” -you
“who left their macaroni and cheese in the microwave?” -vision
“damn! its cold. and crusted a little. how long did i leave this in here?” -you, poking your tray with a fork “and why are you usingbthe microwave? you dont eat”
“this is a shared space, is it not?” -vision
“he’s got you there” -steve
“you’re just ganging up on me because you’re all miserable and you want me to be miserable too. i’m going to drive one of tony’s expensive cars now, you can’t stop me” -you, storming out
you walked right back in
“what’d you forget?” -steve
“wallet, phone, keys” -you
tony noticed
“where is y/n going with my car?” -tony
“not sure, just out” -steve
“probably gonna forget their turn signal and crash into someone’s car” -tony
as far as missions went, though, you were a bit of a powerhouse so you didn’t really need to be looked after on that front…just had to make sure not to blow anyone else’s cover
“hey, what’s the codeword again?” -you
“check your wrist, kid” -nat
“oh, right…okay thanks” -you
“*gasp* was i supposed to give the signal? i just kinda went in” -you
“ok, who told y/n they could give the signal. speak up now” -tony
*clink loudly snickering over comms*
kinda forgetting what you’re talking about in the middle of sentences sometimes but like, just glitching out
“something smells like it’s burning” -you “my cookies…”
you forgot to set a timer
and forgot you were making cookies
the avengers honestly did find it endearing
just a hyper kid who cant get their thoughts in a solid line
but they’d continue making jabs at you constantly
“maybe wanda can fix your memory problems” -tony
“i will not” -wanda
“oh well nevermind then” -tony
honestly with all your forgetfulness, you worried as you dusted away if anyone would forget about you
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thyme-in-a-bubble · 8 hours
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「 let's bake something yummy to celebrate 10k 」
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i can not believe i've hit this number... it's only two years ago that i began writing and sharing it online, so to think over that there is that may of you out there is truly unbelievable. in my head there is just enough to fit on my little couch here at home, but i don't think my couch is big enough for that many. thank you all so much from the bottom of my heart for staying here with me, for reading my silly little stories and for always being so kind. i love you all.
this celebration will run from now till the 31 of march. anyone can participate and you can send in as many asks as you’d like, there is no limit.
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incorrectquotesmcu · 7 hours
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Steve: That’s why we needed to get an expert.
Y/N: Oh really? Who did you get?
Steve, staring: …
Y/N: Oh! Right, that’s me... yes.
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biteofcherry · 3 days
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Certain idea bounces in this author's head and while my predictable mind chose Steve to be the main in it, I thought I'd let you guys decide who to write it for.
What you need to know about it:
a twisted version of soulmates
everyone has a special ability, but not flashy, superhero kind of powers
feeling that soul connection is the last thing you predict happening on your vacation, especially since such connections are a rarity (it doesn't happen for everyone)
you run from it
he's a very powerful, dangerous man
he will try to track you down
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Safe Place | Steve Rogers
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 -> Boyfriend!Steve Rogers x Girlfriend!Reader
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 -> It’s your and Steve’s anniversary but he looks kinda distracted, when he has a nightmare he tells you what’s going on in his mind.
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 -> 846
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 -> (T) PTSD, Bucky falling from the train, nightmare, angst, fluff
𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 -> hili! I was thinking on maybe a one-shot with this one? Maybe Steve and his girl meeting on the Smithsonian? and a few months later when the relationship is going well, she helps with him a nightmare bc of his PTSD? Steve is pretty shaken up and only her can calm him down? Maybe he had a nightmare from when Bucky fell of the train and just keeps getting worse and worse? @rogersbarber
𝐀/𝐍 -> Thank you for the idea for that oneshot. Enjoy and hope you like what I made with it.
𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 -> 10 Years Anniversary CA:TWS | March 26 | Theme: On your left | The Smithsonian, First Meetings, Endurance, Mission, PTSD, Favourite Quote | @catws-anniversary
Masterlist | Steve Rogers Masterlist
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"Either one of you know where the Smithsonian is? I'm here to pick up a fossil," Natasha says with a smirk, looking out of the window of her car. Steve rolls his eyes and groans, frustrated, while Sam bursts out laughing.
They just finished their morning run, and Steve was once again faster than the dark-haired man. He just passed the other man, smirking and saying his favorite morning line, while Sam tried to convince him with a lot of no's not to say that line. 'On your left.' Steve said and ran faster, around the corner. Sam tried his best to run after Steve, but he was way slower than the super soldier. Now they are standing next to each other under a tree, looking at Natasha, who waits for Steve. The blond man smirks at Sam and makes his way to the car, opening the door, and then he gets into it.
"Come on, Grandpa. Don't have the whole day," she says, rolling her eyes playfully.
Steve nods towards Sam. When he closes the door and looks out of the window, Sam laughs and nods back.
"Can't walk everywhere," Steve says before Natasha drives away.
// Divider //
After the mission they had that day, Steve went another day to the Smithsonian; he heard a lot from there, and then he was back, back in the 40's, back where the small boy from Brooklyn turned into Captain America. When Steve walked a few meters through the museum, a little boy immediately recognized him, and his small eyes widened. The boy started smiling, but before he could tell his parents about Captain America in the Smithsonian, Steve lifted his finger and held it in front of his lips, showing the boy to be quiet. Later that day, Steve accidentally crashed into you. You threw your whole coffee over his shirt, and he asked you out to get a new one. After that, the two of you dated each other, got closer and closer, and now you're living with him in a small apartment.
Every anniversary, the two of you go out to the Smithsonian and get a coffee in the coffee shop you did when you first met. So you did today, but something was different. Steve wasn't as happy as he used to be. He stood the whole time in front of the memorial with Bucky and watched the movies a few times. Steve's eyes were red and teary when you went back home, but when you asked him what was wrong, he just said he was fine. You're lying next to him in bed, staring at the ceiling, while you listen to the heavy breaths of your boyfriend. He turns from one side to the other, and sweat covers his forehead.
"Stevie? Wake up; you're fine. It's just a nightmare," you mumble and turn yourself toward him.
You let your fingers slide through his hair, moving them out of his face, while you lean closer to kiss him softly. Steve groans softly, opening his eyes slowly. His eyes are red, and some tears fall down his cheek. Before you can say something, he sobs quietly. His hands are clinging to the sheets when he looks through the room before he looks at you.
"Princess?"
"Yes, I'm here."
Steve sighs softly, running his hand through his hair. Then he inhales deeply and grips you by your waist, pulling you on top of him. You place your chin on his broad chest, looking up at Steve.
"Do you want to tell me what happened in your dream?" Steve inhales deeply, closing his eyes for a moment before he exhales and opens his eyes again.
Even when it's dark, you can see his steel-blue eyes. The room was slightly brightened by the moon.
"It was- Bucky was there; we were on the train, and then there was the big guy, and Bucky was suddenly thrown out of the train. He was clinging there- there at the edge of the train and tried to reach for his hand, but I-I just didn't get it, and he fell," Steve says, and you kiss his chest, calming him down slowly. "A-And since that one mission, I-I feel like I heard someone mention that Hydra found a man in the Alps in the 40's. And they said he is now the most powerful weapon from Hydra. The Winter Solider. B-Bucky could be He could be alive. I need to find him.”
You move your hand over his shoulders, his heart racing against his ribcage.
"We will find him, but first you need to calm down. Then we eat breakfast, and then we're talking with Nat and Sam to get more information about the Winter Soldier." Steve smirks, leaning closer to capture your lips with his before he kisses your nose.
"That's why I love you, princess."
"I love you too," you mumble and bite into his chest, making him laugh and causing him to tickle you.
You're his biggest supporter, the one woman he really loves; you're his home, his safe place.
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𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐭𝐨
𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬.
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Hello
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Summary: You’ve given up on love. That is until a stranger walks up to you in a bar, and starts off a chain of events even you couldn’t dream up.
Characters: Steve x F!Reader.
Words: 1.2K.
Warnings: some angst, pregnancy/giving birth, mostly tooth-rotting fluff.
A/N: Formerly a Patreon exclusive. Based off of song of same name by Allie X. Definitely give it a listen. Beta: @princessmisery666 but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Please support our content creators by sharing our work.
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It all started with a hello.
In the corner of a bar, you hurriedly swallow down the last of your now room-temperature rosè. Your date had stood you up. Again.
Last week, you’d made arrangements to go out for sushi, and he failed to show— coming up with some lame excuse about work commitments, forcing him to remain at his office. Then he called last night out of the blue asking if you were free, that he wanted to make it up to you. You gave him the benefit of the doubt, and agreed.
But of course, two hours have gone by without a word. After the first forty five minutes, you convince yourself that he’s still just running late— hoping he’s just caught up in traffic and can’t get to his phone. But once the big hand has surpassed ninety minutes, you’re adamant he’s done it again.
What is it with you always attracting these pathetic jockstraps? They either arrive and end up being the most pretentious, sexist creeps known to man, or they just don’t bother to show up in the first place. And that isn’t even counting the string of failed relationships that follow you like a bad smell. Men who, after only a couple of months, realize that commitment isn’t for them. Or maybe you weren't.
This is your last ditch attempt to find someone, in the hopes he wouldn’t turn out to be a complete jerk. After all, he had reached out to you for a reason— maybe he felt something more, a flicker of attraction you hadn’t picked up on yet? But the longer you sit alone, the more it becomes apparent that you’re destined to sit by yourself forever.
That’s how you ended up here, hidden away in the corner of the room, nursing a large glass of alcohol— or five. You don’t pay attention to anyone coming or going after a while, too preoccupied with your own sorrow to notice him enter.
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He notices you though. Shielding yourself from the crowd, melancholy fraught in your features. He wonders what your story is— how you put yourself in full view of people, but still managed to remain so closed off.
He studies you as he sits at the bar, choosing the perfect spot to watch you without looking too conspicuous. Every woman that sidles up against him, batting their long eyelashes and flashing him a little too much cleavage, he politely turns down— nothing about them intrigues him. They have everything on show, thus the mystery he seeks is already gone.
Eventually, when he thinks you are getting ready to leave, he takes a chance and approaches you.
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You’re unaware of the man’s presence until he’s stepping up to the table, clutching a full measure of amber liquid. And even through the dim light, his sapphire eyes sparkle, and his wide genuine smile almost blindsides you completely.
You half-expect him to ask if someone is sitting in the empty chair opposite you— ready to watch him walk away with it to the gaggle of women eyeing him up at the next table.
Whatever you imagine he’ll say, or what his voice would sound like in the few brief seconds are nothing compared to the deep husk, or the singular word that falls from his parted lips.
“Hello.”
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Smoothing out the satin skirt of your dress, you glance at yourself in the mirror— taking in the intricate way your hair has been styled, and the subtle tones of natural make-up framing your eyes.
This is it. The moment you’ve dreamt of since you were a little girl. You should feel terrified that something could still go wrong— he could still walk away, but somehow the reassurance that’s been forged into your skull over the years reminds you, in his voice, that this is forever. Fate has prepared you for this. Fate has led you to him.
You suck in a huge breath before releasing it through your pursed lips, formed into the shape of an O. You can hear your mom on the other side of the door, her voice muffled but raised slightly as she talks to somebody in the corridor.
“You can’t go in there,” the older woman chastises. You don’t hear the response, if any, but a soft knock at the door gives you a pretty good idea of what it would’ve been.
Slowly, you glide over, pulling the door towards you as your heart hammers away inside your chest. For a moment you’re fearful you might throw up on your gown, but the second you catch sight of Steve’s azure gaze, the feeling subsides as quickly as it came.
He temporarily stands awestruck, before muttering, “Hello,” with the same wide grin that had you smitten the moment he approached you in that bar.
“Hello to you too,” you reply, matching his smile with your own.
“So, I was wondering,” he starts, taking a slow step towards you and holds his arm out for you to take, “if you fancied getting married today?”
You reach forward, hooking your arm through his. “Thought you’d never ask.”
He slowly escorts you back the way he’d come, and you catch sight of your mom tearing up as she steps back to allow you to pass, giving you a proud smile.
As you reach the stairs to take you down to the ceremony, you begin to loosen your grip around Steve’s elbow, but he places his spare hand on top of yours, giving you a light chuckle. “Don’t you let me go now.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
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You’re certain the sound of that first tiny cry will stay with you forever— no matter how much time passes or how your memories may dwindle. You’ll hold onto it like the world’s most precious pearl, protecting it with every fibre in your being.
Laying your head against the mountain of pillows behind you, you let your eyes flutter closed for a second, somehow oddly comforted by the muted sound of nurses out in the corridor and beyond, before a deeper, more familiar voice floats amongst them.
“Can I see them now?”
You can hear the anguish in his tone, knowing how desperate he is to make sure you’re both okay after you were whisked away to recovery.
“Yes, of course Mr. Rogers, she’s right in there,” comes a light, friendly reply.
Steve suddenly appears from behind the blacked out door, the worried look etched into his features instantly melting away as his eyes catch yours.
“Hello.”
“Hello Daddy,” you whisper, casting your gaze down at the tiny bundle laid on your chest. Steve moves to stand beside you, and rests his hand gently on your forehead, stroking your temple with the side of his thumb— just like he always does.
“She’s perfect,” he sighs happily.
You glance up, flashing Steve a soft smile, before gazing lovingly back down at the little girl— your precious Pearl— noticing she’s inherited the same beautiful, cerulean eyes from him. “Yes, she is.”
Five years ago, you never would’ve dreamt this is where you’d be.
Steve may have found you sitting alone that night, but there hasn’t been a moment since that he ever left a chair beside you empty.
It’s finally real. I found my fantasy. Remember the day when I heard you say…
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dameronology · 1 day
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we can't be friends (steve rogers)
summary: based on we can't be friends by ariana grande
warnings: angst, swearing
sorry for being absent for six months. even more sorry that this is what i came back with. enjoy!
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Being loved by Steve Rogers was like sunlight on a stormy day. Peaking through the clouds, encouraging you to come out of whatever shelter you'd chosen; letting you smell the fresh rain on the pavement as the light finally came through, taking back the water until next time. It was warm on your skin, right through to your bones and your heart and to your very soul. You could have basked in it forever.
The mornings were your favourite, waking up to golden alabaster skin, carved into his muscles. They were slightly scarred, with jagged pink marks of stab wounds and bullet skims and far too many near misses for you to be comfortable. Of course, he healed faster than most but when you were as trigger happy as Steve Rogers was, barely a mission went by when he didn't come home with some minor wound or another. Still, him being there was the most important part. He'd let out a sleepy little yawn and subconsciously roll over to hold you, taking him in his arms and pulling you to his chest. That was where you felt safest.
No matter how busy he was or how demanding work became, Steve always showed up. Flowers waiting for you on the counter after a bad day; ordering take out when you were ill and always making sure your favourite show was recorded on the DVR. You never even had to ask. He'd buy you new roses before your old ones had even began to wilt; had your busiest work days recorded in your phone calendar so that he could step up, even when his own job was pulling him across the country. That was the thing about Steve Rogers: he always showed up.
Until he didn't.
Being loved by Steve Rogers was like sunlight on a rainy day, but waiting for him to love you back was a never-ending storm. Rain pelting down, hammering onto your clothes and seeping through to your skin and your bones and eventually drowning your heart. There was no dry escape. No shelter to hide from the rain. You always felt it - the wet, the cold, the shivering - no matter how hard you tried to escape. There was no getaway from the realisation that he no longer loved you back, or from the 19 miscalled waiting on his phone, or from the dead roses wilted on your kitchen windowsill.
Long conversations about your future had turned into silent, screaming pauses. The arguments felt pointless. You could only beat a dead horse so many times before you realised it wasn't coming back to life.
You sat on opposite ends of the sofa now. Slept on different sides of the bed. Watched your favourite show in silence whilst he tapped away at his laptop, barely even bothered by your presence. He'd sat too a high standard for himself. It was one he couldn't keep, but even the bare minimum was a golden standard compared to what he was giving you these days.
"I'm done."
You'd surprised yourself more than anyone with the words. Steve had come home from work late again. The fourth time that week, twelfth time that month and countless times overall. You'd made dinner. It was cold now, like the stony expression on his face and the watery one on yours.
"What?"
Steve glanced up from his phone, brow furrowed.
"I'm done," you said.
"With what?"
You sighed deeply, regathering yourself for a moment. Pushed down the lump in your throat, shoulders raised to try and show whatever tatters of your pride you had left.
"I'm leaving you," you said. "I can't...I don't want to sit around and wait for you to love me again."
Steve put his phone down, pausing for a moment. It looked like he was going to say something...maybe anything. Even though your mind was made up, part of you wanted him to beg. To get on his knees, take your hands and plead for your heart back. God knows that this time a year ago, he would have pleaded with you in person and with writing in the sky.
Instead, he just sniffed.
He sniffed, and you left. Keys to your shared apartment thrown into the dish on the side, never to be taken again. At least the Lego heart keys chain you had together would be together again - you know, when he was actually home.
Whatever time you had previously put into your relationship, you now put into yourself. Found a nice little loft on the other side of the river - it felt like the wrong side, but everything felt wrong without him - and decorated it with everything but photos of you together. There was a nice rug, and a beautiful sofa, and your marble counters were a nice welcome home.
Still, the bed felt cold. Not as cold as it had when he'd lovelessly laid beside you, but still. Cold. It felt strange only having one tooth brush in the holder, and only one bottle of shower gel on the edge of your bath. The toilet seat was always down now (Steve had had only one flaw, and that was it) and you always tripped over the shoes that you left by the door because he no longer tidied them away.
It felt like half your heart was missing, but eventually it grew back.
You forgot about Steve, and the Avengers, and that entire world until Natasha Romanoff texted you. It had been six months since your break-up by that point, and even though you missed them all dearly, it had been natural for Steve to get them in the break-up. You had your friends. He had his. But, it was nice that Natasha still thought of you.
Hey, hope you're doing well. I'm having my birthday party next week at my apartment. 7pm, same building as always. It would be nice if you came. Steve may or may not be but he's been annoying lately so I'd rather have you. Let me know <3
At first, it had been an immediate no. Then you thought about it some more, and it was a definitive no. Then, you found yourself calling Nat and talking for three hours straight.
Apparently Morgan was in her One Direction era, and had thrown an hour long tantrum when she found out they weren't together anymore. Pepper and Tony had tried to pay for a reunion, but they weren't interested. Bruce was doing an assignment in France and Clint and his family had moved a little closer to the city. Sam and Bucky were still working for the government and naturally, that had brought Natasha onto the subject of Steve.
Doing better. That's what she said. Apparently he wasn't working as late anymore and he'd cut down his hours. He was going to therapy, drinking less and working out more. She'd lingered on the last sentence, but ended it with he's more like your Steve again.
That made you want to go to the party even less, and yet the following weekend you found yourself stood outside Natasha's high-rise apartment building at 7:35PM. You'd put more effort into your appearance than usual; a more expensive fragrance, spent a little longer on your hair and worn the outfit Steve had always thought you looked best in. Maybe it was a calculated move, but you'd never been all that good at maths.
Your entrance was met with four or five hugs. Natasha looked amazing as ever, and Bucky was brighter now. Tony was elated to see you and you didn't ask about Pepper's little baby bump, but you could see it was there. Your mind was kept too occupied by all them to even think about Steve.
That - naturally - all came crashing down when you saw him across the room. He was leant against a pillar, hair longer now but fluffed up and a 5 o'clock shadow gathered on his chin. Not like the man with long hair and a beard that you'd left, but not quite the squeaky clean looking Steve you'd fallen in love with either. Still though, it was closer. He was showing through the cracks.
The question of whether or not you would approach him answered itself, because you blinked and suddenly he was stood in front of you.
"I owe you an apology."
Straight to the fucking chase.
You faltered slightly, but didn't let it show. "Yeah, I think you do."
Steve glanced around you at all your friends - naturally, they were all staring at you. They might have been superheroes but that didn't stop them being nosey fuckers.
"Let's go to the roof," he said. "I mean...if you want. You don't owe me anything."
You nodded your head. "Let's go to the roof."
The climb up the stairs to Natasha's terrace was awkward, but not as bad as the silence that quickly filled the cold air as soon as you got up there. Steve might have been one of the bravest men you'd ever met, but vulnerability scared the shit out of him. You suspected that was the case now.
"So?" you asked. "What could you possibly have to say?"
"I'll only say that I'm sorry once," Steve began. "So: I'm sorry. For pushing you out, for not trying, for letting work consume me. Even more for the fact I didn't even try to stop you leaving, because as soon as you shut the door, all I wanted to do was run after you, but I'm not stupid. I knew your mind was made up."
"Where are you going with this?"
"You leaving was like a bucket of cold water," he continued. "It made me realise a lot of things - about how much I'd left myself go, mostly. I've stopped drinking and started going to therapy, and I have my work hours capped."
You smiled. "Well done, Steve. That's really great."
"I'm better now. Not fully, but...I'm getting there," Steve replied. "I asked Natasha to invite you tonight. She wanted to anyways but it was sort of my idea."
"Why?"
"So I could apologise, but mostly because I want you back in my life," he explained. "As friends, as something more. Hell, I'll take you as my enemy if it means I get to see you again."
You sighed, eyes falling to the ground. What could you even say to that? Enemies sounded pretty good - and definitely well deserved - but you didn't hate Steve. You'd moved on, but that didn't mean you'd lost all capability to love him.
"How do I know you won't do it again?" you asked.
"You don't," he replied. "I don't know that either, but what if it doesn't happen again? What if...what if things were really good?"
You glanced away, eyes staring at the distant Manhattan skyline for a moment. It glittered and glimmered, mostly rebuilt after the 2012 incident. You could see Stark Tower as well. Steve had told you he loved you for the first time on that roof top. Now, here he was, begging for you back on another.
"Friends," you muttered. "We can be friends. I don't know after that. I've waited six fucking months for you to decide that you love me again-"
" - I never stopped -"
" - not the point, Steve!" you cut him off. "We'll start with friends, then go from there."
"I'll wait ten years if I have to," he said. His smile suggested he was joking, but you knew he wasn't.
With that, Steve pulled you into a hug. In your soul, you knew you couldn't be friends. Enemies was worst but strangers was horrible too. The answer was inevitable, but you just had to make him wait a little while.
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Decisions
Stucky x reader
You're in love with two super soldier avengers will they make you choose between them or let you have them both?
Note - this is something I wrote for one of my old blogs sorry if it’s bad!❤️
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The hardest decision is when you have to choose between 'two'. It's even harder when it's two people you love with your whole heart. And right now your heart and soul were split between Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers. The two best friends loved each other truly but they loved one thing more, you.
They would do anything for you, each of them going out of their way to prove the undying love they held so dearly for you.
You don't even know how it happened, you've only been an avenger for a year. Yet somehow you already fell for two of them. You never chose to love them and honestly if you could go back and change the day you fell for each of them maybe you would, keyword being maybe.
Both parties had their pros and cons but it will always be more than that. You loved each and every one of their individual flaws and they loved yours. You held an all-consuming love for each of them so you decided to not decide. Maybe that was a selfish idea but how could you choose without hurting the other. You also knew you'd be hurting yourself. You just wished that there could be a way to have both of them so you could show them that you loved them equally. After all, maybe there was a way.
Unbeknownst to you the two super soldiers already knew you loved the other. When they first started to become infatuated with you they saw how you treated the other.
Steve would watch as you hung off of Bucky's metal arm at another one of Tony's extravagant parties. To him you two looked like a beautiful, happy couple and he backed away because he'd never seen his best friend so happy. He pushed down his love for you for the sake of his best friend's happiness.
Bucky watched as you practically sat on Steve's lap as you showed him movies that he'd missed over time but he saw that Steve wasn't paying any attention to the movie. He was paying attention to the way you clung to him, and the small smile that played perfectly on your beautiful lips. Bucky would never admit it but he was jealous, he was jealous of the way Steve looked at you like you were the most ethereal being he had ever laid eyes on.
Eventually, they brought it up to one another if the two were good at anything they were good at compromising. They'd been doing it since they could remember. Usually, when a compromise arose they agreed to share and that's exactly where the same predicament with you came. They agreed to share you, but of course only if you agreed too.
Once again Tony was throwing a party in honor of another successful mission. Usually, after such an enduring mission both of the super-soldiers would retreat to their personal quarters to call it a night. But not tonight, no tonight they put on their tightest clothes to extenuate their busting muscles and slightly growing bulges. They knew you always came to the extravagant parties, they also knew you put on your shortest dresses.
Every time you walked into these parties you were noticed by most of the men and even some women. Not that you minded you loved the attention and lustful looks but more specifically you loved Steve and Bucky's attention. You were well aware that if you bent down at all, everyone would get a free show of your thong-clad ass. You loved that you could feel their gazes burning into the back of your figure as you strutted to the bar. “You know they look like they’re about to pounce on you.” Natasha who was behind the bar was also well aware of the animalistic gazes on you. So you just smirked and acted to your best ability to be innocent. After sitting at the bar for a while you felt a presence behind you so on instinct you turned around to find a smirking man you didn’t recognize. “ May I help you with something?”, “Well gorgeous you could let me buy you a drink.” You really didn’t feel like having to flirt like an adolescent teen with this man but you could practically feel the jealousy radiating off of the two brooding men. So you put on your best imitation of a shameless flirt.
After talking to the man you realized just how different he was from the two men you were so utterly in love with. Maybe, in another universe when you weren’t so smitten, the guy may have come off as charming or in the least attractive. But all you saw was a guy who wanted to take your dress off and fuck you for his own pleasure. So, to pass the time and the male’s incessant blabbering of himself, you picture all the ways Bucky and Steve could rip your clothes off and ravish you. You were so far gone in your fantasizing that you had yet to notice the presence of the two men behind you. What finally snapped you out of your wildest dreams was Steve wrapping his arm around your waist.
“Well, y/n aren’t you going to introduce us to your company?” Even though you weren’t looking at him you could practically hear the smirk in Buckys deep voice. “This is um...Dylan...yeah, Dylan, this is Steve and Bucky.” You could tell the man was nervous because lets be honest who wouldn’t be, it’s Captain America and the Winter Soldier. If you weren’t just using this guy to make the two soldiers jealous then you probably would have been irritated with them because without another word the poor man scurried off like a frightened mouse.
” Was that necessary, he was rather interesting company.”, “Really because I don’t think you could tell us one thing that guy said. You were too caught up in that beautiful brain of yours, bunny.” There it was ‘bunny’ a nickname Steve had given you but only used a few times since you had known him. Yet each time it’s used it ceases to make your insides stop turning or the bright red blush to fall from the apples of your cheeks. Just like when Bucky calls you ‘doll’ which he used more frequently because it didn’t come off as so sexual, who knew the golden boy of America was so dirty.
“ Doll? You in there, Steve asked you a question and good girls answer when asked.” If you could have, you would have melted into the floor by now. “Oh yeah, what’d ‘ya say steve?”, “Well, Bun I asked if you wanted to go somewhere more private?” Oh god, was this the day you actually get to have both of them? Now that they were actually asking you, you were a lot more nervous than you thought you would be.
“Oh, yeah, how about my room?”, “Perfect Bunny.”
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As they were walking down the corridor to her quarters they couldn’t keep their hands to themselves. Bucky's metal was around her waist very close to the dip of her ass, Steve’s arm was slung around her shoulders his hand millimeters from groping her breasts. Once they got about two doors from her room Steve took the initiative to lightly push her against the wall and cage her in with his muscled arms. “ Are you sure you wanna do this Bunny?”, “ We won’t make you do anything you don’t want to Doll.”, “ Please, yes, I want you, both of you.” That’s all it took for Steve to throw her over his shoulder while Bucky couldn’t resist the urge to smack her ass that was now almost fully exposed to them. “ You’ve got the nicest ass, peach” She couldn’t help the small moan that escaped her bitten lips from the pleasurable pain that was sent rippling through her.
Once they arrived in her bedroom Steve tossed her on the bed and watched as her tits bounced from the impact. After Bucky closed the door he started to undress, starting with his shirt as Steve did the same. Once they were fully exposed they both looked at her expectantly but all she could do was stare in awe at their erect cocks. “Well, doll are you going to show us what’s under that pretty little dress, or are we going to have to rip it off you?” Immediately she sat up to take the hem of her dress and pull it over her head. “Well look at that Buck no bra it’s like she wanted us to fuck her.” She was getting impatient with them standing there in all their naked glory not doing anything so she decided to take matters into her own hands. She started to trail her hands down her body stopping at her tits to play with them, toying her erect nipples between her fingers. The men in front of her didn’t think it was possible for their dicks to get this hard by watching a girl touch herself but y/n wasn’t just any girl to them.
Once she got to her pussy she started to run her fingers through her wet folds, spreading herself to her clit and rubbing tight circles on it. Bucky couldn’t take the sweet torture any longer so with his flesh hand he tore her hand from in between her own legs. Steve went around the bed so his cock was right above her face, she could have drooled at the sight. She was so focused on Steve she didn’t feel Bucky positioning himself between her legs until he started to tease her folds with his angry red tip. She couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped but that gave Steve the perfect opportunity to slip his hard dick into her warm hole. “M’ God bunny your mouth is better than I thought.” Bucky started to slowly push his large cock into her tight hole, going slowly so she could adjust to his size. “ Shit doll you're so tight, I could fuck this tight pussy all day.” All their praises made her squeeze around bucky, making him let out a loud moan that made her thankful for the soundproof walls.
When Steve looked down at her he could see his dick bulging in her throat, he’d never seen anything more erotic. He couldn’t help but thrust his hips harder and hear her gags and muffled moans. Once he thought she had enough so she could gasp for air through her moans of bucky fucking her like a feral animal. He always thought y/n was beautiful no matter what, but right now choking on his cock while getting fucked by his best friend was by far the most beautiful he’d ever seen her.
“Oh fuck, doll m’ so close. Come on I know you wanna cum on my cock, let go peach.” Bucky’s thrust started to get sloppier and more erratic so he reached down to rub harsh circles on her clit. Once bucky started to thrust deeper, she couldn’t hold back any longer and toppled over the dangerous edge of her high. Once she reached her high her walls started to clamp down on bucky with a vice grip which threw him over the edge. Just before he was about to cum he pulled out and emptied his load on her stomach.
It only took a few more thrusts in the back of her throat for Steve to start cumming. He let go in the back of her throat leaving her no option other than to swallow his seed, not that she minded. Once they both pulled out, they adjusted her on the bed with her back to the pillows. Bucky went to the bathroom to get her water and a cloth to clean her up while Steve stayed behind with her. “You ok bunny? We didn’t go too rough did we?”, “No Steve, it was perfect don’t worry.”
Once she was clean and hydrated Bucky and Steve laid on opposite sides of her. Y/n sighed contentedly because finally, she had her two loves all to herself she knew there’d be problems to be straightened out when the time comes but for right now all she wants- needs is to be in these men’s arms.
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Recognition - Part 4
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Starring: Dark!Alpha!Hydra!Steve Rogers x Omega!Shield Agent Fem!Reader
Summary: Is the real Steve still in there somewhere?
Warnings: NSFW! 18+Only! NONCON!!
Word Count: 1888
Divider by: @firefly-graphics
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Maybe if you let your mind slip away you could enjoy this. Sighing you slip deeper into the steaming water, thankful for the little reprieve you’re given. Normally, a relaxing soak would be just what you needed when the stresses of life became too much, but even the bath bombs and oils gifted to you from the other omegas in your same situation couldn’t deter the reality that you were being held against your will.
Sucking in a sharp breath you reach for the loofa at the tub’s edge. Your entire body is sore, filled with scrapes and bruises left over from the fight you couldn’t win. Pausing as a small cramp sears in your gut, you squeeze some soap onto the pouf, gently cleansing your skin.
As the warm water enveloped your body, you closed your eyes, trying to find solace in the momentary escape from your harsh reality. Despite the luxurious surroundings, each moment of tranquility was tainted by the knowledge you were a prisoner, trapped in a world where your fate was no longer your own. The bruises and scars served as constant reminders of the struggles you faced, both physically and emotionally.
A scream echoes from down the hall startling you from your reprieve, sending shivers throughout your body despite the steaming water. So many atrocities going on behind closed doors. How many omegas have come through here resigned to the same fate? Stolen from lives they knew to serve undesirable men, only to be snuffed out and thrown away like trash.
You brought a trembling hand up to your neck, your fingertips tracing the scar where Steve bonded you against your will. The memory of that moment was etched into your mind like a cruel tattoo, a constant reminder of the violation you had endured. The bond tethered him to you leaving you both physically and mentally exposed. Every touch, every whisper felt like an intrusion with no means to escape.
As you soaked in the warmth of your bath, your thoughts drifted to Steve. The man you once knew was lost, replaced by a stranger whose motives and intentions were shrouded in evil and mystery. The mind control had changed him, twisted him into something unrecognizable, but a part of you couldn’t help but wonder: was there any trace of the man that you’d once cared for left within him?
You wrestled with conflicting emotions, torn between anger and a lingering sense of hope. Bucky was able to overcome Hydra’s power, so you know that there’s a possibility that Steve may overcome this as well, unless he had become irreversibly consumed by the darkness that now surrounded him. The uncertainty gnawed at you, a constant source of turmoil in the pit of you amidst the chaos of your captivity.
Despite everything, you clung to the small belief that redemption was possible, that the goodness that was Steve Rogers would triumph over turpitude. You yearned for a glimmer of humanity, a sign that Steve was not entirely lost to the shadows. As you pondered the complexities of his character, you couldn’t help but question the nature of free will and the power of love to transcend even the darkest of forces.
The door to the bathroom creaked open, and another omega entered, her presence a bittersweet reminder of the community that had formed among those left alive and held captive. Her gentle smile offered a momentary retreat from the weight of your solitude, and you allowed her to help you from the bath when she held her hand out to you.
“You don’t have to do that.” You tell her when she assists you in drying off, her kindness a small but meaningful gesture amidst the bleakness of your situation, but she just smiles and wraps you in the towel. When you walk back into the bedroom, a selection of dresses is laid out on the bed, and you look at your companion quizzically.
“You’re to choose one, and meet Steve for dinner. I’ll bring you to him once you’re ready.” She goes to leave the room, but your hand catches hers.
“Please, stay with me?” She nods, and together you chose a simple yet elegant dress, its soft fabric offering a semblance of normalcy in your world that’s gone awry. As you prepared for the evening, you didn’t fight the sense of camaraderie you felt with your fellow omega. You were grateful for the companionship no matter how temporary. This moment reminded you of being back at Avengers compound when you, Nat, and Wanda would get ready for a girl’s night out, something that you’re unsure that you’ll ever get to experience again. The thought of never seeing your friends again brought tears to your eyes, and one escaped down your cheek before you had a chance to blink it back.
“You’re one of the lucky ones,” she tells you, her soft hand falling to your arm in comfort. “Usually, omega’s don’t last long with him. That means he may keep you.” She goes back to styling your hair, and you catch her eyes in the mirror.
“What happens if he doesn’t keep me?” you murmur, and you don’t need to hear her answer when she drops her gaze and focuses on her task to make you presentable for Steve. When she’s finished, she gives you a final smile- for sympathy or reassurance you don’t know, but her presence is a reminder that you’re not alone in your struggle. She leads you from the room and through a maze of corridors and turns until finally you’re left alone in a room lit with the glow of candles, and a small table set for two. You’re drawn to the large windows, you haven’t seen anything but Steve’s living space since you’ve arrived, and even though the view is of the hard concrete walls of hydra base, you’re thankful that you can feast on the illumination of the moon and the twinkle of the stars.
“You clean up nice, omega,” Steve’s voice cuts through the silence as he joins you near the window, and you shrink away when his fingers brush your arm. You wait, expecting some sort of punishment from recoiling from his touch, but he just looks at you, extending his arm in the direction of the table. “Sit.”
Hesitantly, you follow his command, sitting at the beautifully set table. The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows across the room, creating an intimate ambiance that seemed incongruous with the reality of your situation. As Steve joined you, your mind raced with questions and fears, each unanswered query adding to the tension mounting inside you.
Steve settled into the chair opposite yours, his gaze unwavering as he studied you with an inscrutable expression. The silence was palpable, filled with unspoken words and unvoiced emotions. Finally, he breaks the quiet, his voice low and measured. “ I hope you enjoy tonight’s meal, omega. I thought it would be a good opportunity for us to get to know each other better.” His tone seemed sincere, but you wouldn’t let yourself shake the underlying sense of manipulation that you just knew was behind every gesture.
“I did know you, Steve,” you began, and you swallowed, hoping to drown the sadness that’s tinged in your voice. “Before all of this, before Hydra, before… everything.” You were different. Kind, compassionate, someone that I could trust.”
His expression remained impassive, but you detected a flicker of something in his eyes- but it was gone just as quickly as it came. “ People change, omega,” he replied, his voice devoid of emotion. “I was weak, and circumstances forced me to adapt, to be someone I never thought I could be.”
“But at what cost?” you countered, your voice wavering when you looked into his eyes. “This isn’t you, this can’t be you. The Steve Rogers I knew fought against this, against hydra. Against all that was ugly in the world. I don’t want to believe that that man is gone.”
Steve seemed taken aback by your outburst, his steely facade wavering for a moment. “ I never wanted any of this,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “But sometimes choices are made for us, paths are chosen that we can’t turn back from.”
You studied his face, searching for any sign of the man you once knew, the man hidden under the layers of deception and manipulation. “Is there any part of you left that regrets what you’ve become?” you asked quietly, the heaviness of the question hanging between you.
For a moment, he looked away, his jaw clenched and his hands folded tightly in his lap. When he met your gaze again his eyes were full of a haunting sadness that sent a shiver down your spine “Every day. But regrets won’t change the past, it won’t undo the choices that have been made.”
The door to the room bursts open with a thundering crash, and a team of Hydra operatives storm in with their weapons drawn. Before either of you could react, Steve is tasered, and restrained before being dragged from the chair and from the room. “No! What are you doing?” You cry out, starting after them when you were blocked by Brock Rumlow entering the room. His expression was cold and calculating. He was one of Hydra’s worst.
“I heard your little chat with Rogers, we got the whole place bugged.” Rumlow began, his voice dripping with disdain. “Seems like you’re getting too close for comfort. That’s a dangerous game to play around here.”
You swallowed hard, meeting Rumlow’d gaze with a defiant stare, determined not to let him intimidate you. “Where is Steve?” you demanded, your voice trembling with fear and anger. “What have you done with him?”
Rumlow smirked, relishing in the power he held over you. “Your precious Steve has been taken away for ‘recalibration,’” he replied, his tone mocking. “A little adjustment to ensure he remains compliant and obedient. You’d do well to follow his example, omega, if you know what’s good for you.”
The threat in Rumlow's words was clear, his warning a chilling reminder of the dangers that lurked within Hydra’s walls. “You can try and intimidate me all you want,” you shot back. “But I won’t let you or Hydra control me. I’ll find a way to save Steve, to free him from your twisted grasp.”
Rumlow’s expression darkened, his eyes narrowing as he regarded you with contempt. “You’d do well to remember your place, omega,”he warned, his voice menacing. “Defiance will only bring you pain and suffering. Take her back to the Captain’s room, and make sure the doors are locked and guarded.”
Two men came and grabbed you by each arm, pulling you from the room and pushing you down the hall back the way you came when your evening started. As your steps echo along the walls your thoughts turn to Steve. He’d been taken by Hydra, his mind in jeopardy of being wiped clean, his identity and memories at risk of being erased forever.
Despite the odds stacked against you, you were determined to save Steve and uncover the truth behind Hydra’s sinister operations. You silently vowed to fight back against the oppressive regime that sought to consume everything in its path.
Or you’d die trying.
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“Hold it, hold it.” Your father said as he saw you walk past him in slightly revealing attire, only so that a glimpse of your stomach was shown when you lifted your arms, really. “What was that?” He pointed at your midriff.
“Huh?” You said in confusion before it clicked in your head and you’re eyes noticibly widened. “What do…you mean? Is there something on my shirt?” You looked down and brushed your hands down your stomach.
“Just show me.” Steve sighed and your shoulders dropped in defeat, pulling your shirt just over your belly button. “When did you get a piercing? How did you even pay for that?” He questioned, looking back up at you in disbelief.
“I got it done on a day you were out on a mission, my friend payed for it.” You admitted and poked it a bit. “It healed good, though. And it’s kind of cute, I like it. Don’t you?” You asked your father.
“I am glad your happy with it.” Steve plainly responded. “Just run it by me before you put any more holes in your skin. That includes tattoos, too.”
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A fresh start (4) - Three men and a baker
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Summary: The world is safe. Thanos is gone. What now?
Pairing: Post-Endgame!Steve Rogers x Plussized!Reader
Warnings: angst, language, plus-sized reader, virgin reader, virgin Steve Rogers, fluff, falling in love
A/N: Please consider I don’t care about the timeline of Endgame. 
Written for my 16.666 followers celebration. Requested by @elle14-blog1​
A fresh start (3) - Where to Captain?
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Time passed so fast.
One night Steve told you about their plan to bring all the people the world lost in the blip back, and the next thing you remember is that he came to you to say goodbye before the final battle.
You spent your days worrying about Steve, his friends, and the fate of the world. What if Thanos did something even more horrible if he found out what Captain America and the remaining Avengers tried to do?
You had faith in Steve and his friends. Still, you were scared of losing Steve forever. Just like you lost your granny.
The world was a different place, and you could only hope that whatever happened after Steve and his friends defeated Thanos would make it a better place for everyone.
You barely slept, and only dragged yourself out of bed to support the support group. It was important for you to help them cope while Steve tried to bring their loved ones back.
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One day, when you opened your granny’s bakery three men stepped inside. Steve Rogers was one of them. He smiled and wrapped his arms around you.
“Steve,” you sniffled. “You’re back.” You held tight onto Steve for dear life. It felt too good having him back with you. “I feared the worst. I thought I lost you forever.”
Steve pecked your forehead, cheek, and lastly your lips.
“Whoa, Cap,” Sam chuckled as you and Steve were all over each other. “Take it slow. We are still here with you.”
“Steve, don’t you want to introduce us to the pretty dame?” Bucky poked his friend’s back. “We are here to get to know her.”
“Oh, sure,” Steve reluctantly let go of you. He looked you all over before introducing you to his friends. “Doll, that’s Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes.”
You gasped. “Your friends are back! You made it.” You wrapped Sam in a hug, sniffling as he was back. “Welcome back Sam.” You turned your attention toward Bucky. He huffed, but let you hug him too. “Bucky! Steve told me so much about you and Sam. His best friends.”
“Uh-it’s nice to meet you,” Bucky said. “Steve, I can’t believe you hid a pretty dame like Y/N from us for so long.”
“To be fair, you weren’t around when I met Y/N—” Steve dropped his gaze, suddenly aware of what he just said. “Sorry. That was…”
“Hey, we were only dust in the wind,” Sam joked while Bucky grumbled under his breath. “You brought us back, though.”
“He never gave up on you,” you hastily said. “Steve missed his friends so much and tried to find a way to defeat Thanos. And he did.” You wrapped Steve in a hug again. “I knew he’d make it. He’s my hero.”
Bucky and Sam shared a knowing look. “So…this is your bakery?” Sam said to break the awkward moment. “It’s very nice.”
“It was my granny’s bakery,” you explained. “She left it to me. Granny passed away shortly before the blip.”
“It smells great,” Bucky craned his neck to glance at the freshly baked pie on the counter. “It smells like plums.”
“Do you want a slice, Bucky?” You grabbed Bucky’s hand. “Sorry, is it okay that I call you Bucky?”
“Sure, doll,” you giggled when Bucky brought your hand to his lips to press a soft kiss on your knuckles. 
“Buck,” Steve stepped closer to you. He possessively wrapped his arm around your shoulders and gave his friend a stern look. “How about we all have a slice of pie to celebrate our reunion.”
“Aw, he doesn’t like sharing,” Sam teased. He watched you lean into Steve’s touch. “I get it, man. She’s special.”
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“Your girl is nice,” Bucky watched his friend check on his phone. “Y/N said you met at the support group meeting. How long is this going on between you two?”
“She’s…I mean…she took my breath away the moment I first laid my eyes on her,” Steve nervously shifted on his feet. “I like…no, I love her. She’s the one, Buck. I just don’t know if I’m the man she wants.”
Sam huffs. “Steve, she’s completely and hopelessly in love with you. Y/N didn’t even spare us a glance. She’s not impolite, that’s a fact. Y/N simply was distracted by your presence.”
“What he said.” Bucky nodded in agreement. “What’s the problem? You love her. She loves you. A perfect match.”
Steve's cheeks turned pink. He huffed and dropped his eyes to the ground, staring at his shoes. 
“She’s perfect and I love her. Y/N is the one but,” he sighed deeply. “How can I tell her that I never was with a woman before?”
“Wait—what?” Sam looked at Bucky, furrowing his brows. “But man, you’re tall and all. Women should be all over you. How can you never…I mean…”
“Stevie waited for the right girl,” Bucky placed his hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Right? You didn’t want your first time to be meaningless.”
“Something like that,” Steve murmured. “After I crashed into the ice and lost the chance to dance with Peggy, I have never met a woman making me feel the way Peggy made me feel. Y/N is different. She’s the one and I don’t want to disappoint her.”
Sam nodded and thought about a way to help his friend. He was honored that Steve felt comfortable enough around him to talk about such a sensitive topic.
“I need your help,” Steve suddenly said. “I want to make Y/N happy in any way. This includes physical love too.”
Bucky grinned. “Stevie, we’ve got this.” He looked at Sam. “Right? We are going to tell Steve how to make his pretty doll happy.”
“Do you think she’s ready to take the next step, Steve?” Sam asked. “You should both be on the same side.”
Steve shook his head. “I don’t want to hurry things with Y/N. All I want is to be ready to give her pleasure if she wants me to. I want her to feel safe and loved when she’s with me. I would never do anything she doesn’t want.”
“Relax, Steve,” Sam patted Steve’s shoulder. “We will help you. Y/N is special and I’m glad you found someone like her in your darkest hour…”
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SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading List Weeks 191 & 192
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Welcome to weeks 191 & 192
A/N: Thank you again to those who gave me recommendations for fanfics. 💜 This week had me reading 30 fics. Absolutely amazing stuff here.
As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal-boosting them. The author is listed next to the title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community.  💜💜
Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.
Click HERE for past reading lists.
For my Masterlist click HERE.
Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.
Page-break by @whimsicalrogers
Header by @fictional-affairs
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I love you 3000 💜 Missy
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Dreams Do Come True - (Steve x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie
Made for Me - epilogue - (Bucky x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie
Bucky Oneshot - @samodivaa
For Years or For Hours - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817
TOL - I'm your daddy now (1) - (Lloyd x Reader) - @holylulusworld
Scratches - Kinktober Day 4 - (Bucky x Reader) - @the-iceni-bitch
Luckiest man alive - (Ari x Reader) - @nicoline1998enilocin
Relief - (Robert P x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18
Olden - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan
Failed mission - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan
Ethereal Part 4 - (Ari x Reader) - @labella420
Puppy gets it all - (Cole x Reader) - @holylulusworld
Color Me Yours - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog
Collared part 35 - (Dean x Reader) - @spnexploration
Collared part 36 - (Dean x Reader) - @spnexploration
Built Differently - Stroke of Midnight- (Stucky x Reader) - @rookthorne
Finding Home (2) - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog
Life Is Short So Make It Sweet - Chp 4 - (Curtis x Honey) - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork
Reconnect - Waiting a Little Longer - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817
Switched Sides part 4 - @deliciousangelfestival
Your Mark On Me - Part 6 - (Steve x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513
Ideal Triad's First Beta Rut - (Stucky x OC) - @rissararity
His Prize - (Bucky x Reader) - @targaryenvampireslayer
Two Bosses Part 10 - (Ransom x Reader, Steve x Reader) - @labella420
In the Court of the Shield and Star - Prologue - (Steve x OFC) - @hollybee8917
Lost in the Dark -(Bucky x Reader) - @tuiccim
Boom Clap - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog
New job - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan
Cost - (Steve Rogers & Clarice Fong) - @nekoannie-chan
Release Me Pt. 3 - (Andy x Reader) - @labella420
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y’all ever fantasize about a fictional character a little too hard to the point you’re convinced you should be admitted to a mental hospital?
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After years he sees him again | Steve Rogers
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 -> Boyfriend!Steve Rogers x Girlfriend!Reader
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 -> After seeing Bucky after years again Steve still suffers with guilt. But he knows you support him and together you will find his best friend.
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 -> 880
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 -> (T) past trauma, guilt, fluff
𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 -> 10 Years Anniversary CA:TWS | March 27 | Theme: Steve Rogers | Motorcycle, Guilt, “It kind of feels personal.”, Favourite Steve Quote | @catws-anniversary
Masterlist | Steve Rogers Masterlist
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The sun is shining beautifully into your shared room, and Steve breathes softly. His eyes are focused on you, while your head rests on his shoulders. Yesterday was an exhausting day for Steve; he just met his childhood friend, even though you can’t really name it a meeting. It was more of a mission, which ended up with Steve feeling more alone than ever before. He loves you, and you love him, but there is always a missing part inside of him, Bucky. His old friend, who protected him and was always around him. James Barnes, Sergeant James Barnes, 107th Infantry Regiment. Steve helped him escape the Red Skull; he would have walked to Austria when Howard wouldn’t have offered to take his plane. And then there was the next mission, the one he lost his best friend, or at least he thought he did because yesterday he found out Bucky is alive, but now better known as the Winter Soldier. Steve’s hand is placed on your back, and he draws small circles on your skin. You turn your head to look at him.
“Stevie?” You ask softly while you slide your hand up and down his broad chest and along his abs.
He breathes heavily, closing his red, swollen eyes before he opens them. Then he looks at you, trying to force a smile on his lips, but you know it’s not a real one. His eyes don’t light up as they are used to when he smiles. But you don’t blame him; how is he supposed to smile when he just saw his best friend after thinking he would never see him again. After finding out that his best friend is the winter soldier and Bucky didn’t even recognize or remember Steve anymore, Steve was alone and exhausted.
“He was looking at me-“ he interrupts himself, eyes filling with tears. “Directly at me. And he didn’t even know me.”
The tears falling down his cheeks, you capture his cheek to wipe away the tears. Steve immediately leans into your touch, sighing softly.
“W-When I had nothing… I-I had Bucky,” Steve says quietly, but you understand him.
Your boyfriend closes his eyes once again, seeing his best friend standing in front of you, the mask just falling off his face, and he turns around, facing Steve. Steve’s eyes widen. His best friend, his childhood best friend, is standing there. His throat is suddenly so dry that he needs to clear it, staring at the other man who looks back at him. ‘Bucky?’ Steve's voice is shaking when he speaks. Bucky looks confused, narrowing his eyebrows, and his eyes glide from Steve to the side, back to Steve, and back to the other side. There is no one else than the two of them, so why does the blonde man just say that word, that name, which sounds kinda familiar to the brown-haired man, but at the same time he doesn’t know what Steve is talking about? ‘Who the hell is Bucky?’
“Steve, do you want to eat breakfast?”
“What? Ah yes, sorry.”
“Stevie, we will find him,” you say, kissing his chest softly while he just nods.
Steve hasn’t slept all night after seeing his best friend. The confused look of Bucky is always in front of his eyes when he closes them. The guild inside of him is worse than ever; maybe he should have jumped after his best friend. Maybe he could have saved him, or should he could have reached Bucky’s hand and pulled him back into the train. You try so often to convince Steve that it wasn’t his fault, but Steve just shakes his head and smiles softly, trying to believe that he wasn’t the reason for Bucky falling down, but deep inside of him, in his heart, he gives himself the fault, maybe because he asked him to come with him on the mission. Whenever he rides the motorcycle, he sees Bucky in front of his eyes, when he saved him, when they walked back to Peggy side by side, when they are on the mount, next to each other. The smile on Bucky’s face when he laughs. He used to ride the motorcycle as Captain America, and Bucky sometimes made jokes about the man in uniform tights on a motorcycle with a shield. ‘It’s nothing personal, pal. Just- those tights for a big man like you.’ Bucky laughed, placing his hand on Steve’s shoulder. ‘It kind of feels personal.’ He replied and chucked. Steve’s attention is back at you when you kiss his neck. His fingers draw circles on your back, and then he pulls you closer against him.
“I love you, princess.”
“I love you too, Steve.”
He loves you so much; he always knows that you support him as much as he can, and you would never be mad at him for showing his real feelings. With you, he can be the way he really is; he doesn’t have to be the hero he has to be in public. You love him the way he is, sad, happy, excited, or exhausted from his mission. Steve leans closer, capturing your lips with his, smiling softly against your soft lips. While he pulls you on top of him and tickles you softly.
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𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨
𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬.
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