#captain amercia x reader

[bumblebeebucky]

Made For Me

Steve Rogers x plus sized female reader

Summary: you make an offhanded comment about your body and Steve takes it as a challenge to prove to you just how beautiful you are.

Warnings: talks of body images issues, food consumption, issues with food, insecurities, nipple play, oral (fem receiving), fingering, p in v sex, swearing, 18+ minors dni

Word Count: approx. 1.5k

Masterlist

“How was your day, love bug?” Steve asked as he poured your tea into the mug on the table in front of you.

You shrugged, taking a long sip of the burning hot tea. You winced as the liquid burnt your tongue. 

Steve chuckled at your impatience and placed another cookie in front of you.

It was your usual routine after you came back from work. Steve would be here with your tea ready and an endless supply of cookies while you chatted about what you’d both done that day.

Today was different. 

You pushed the plate away. “No cookies for me today,” you mumbled.

Steve’s eyes instantly narrowed as he tried to read your body, attempting to figure out what was clearly bothering you. 

“I can’t eat them all myself,” he said, his usual grin on his face. 

You refused to meet his eye. “I really shouldn’t be eating as many as I have been anyways. Sharren told me I’ve been filling out so I’ve decided to cut them out.” You spoke into the mug, half hoping your words would get lost in your tea.

Steve heard you perfectly. 

The mug was taken from your hands, and everything was cleared off the table in a matter of seconds. Steve was sitting in front of you now, your hands interlaced with his in the middle of the table.

“There isn’t a single thing that you need to do if you don’t want to. You love cookies, and I know Sharren is a miserable old woman who has nothing better to do than rip down other women to feel better about herself, but you are so much more important to me, and I want to make sure my best girl has all the cookies she could ever want,” Steve said. He leant over and tucked away the piece of stray hair you’d been hiding behind. 

You looked up at him and your heart leaped as you made eye contact with Steve. He had never done anything to make you feel insecure about your body. You were perfectly capable of doing that yourself. 

“You could be with someone so much prettier than me,” you pouted. 

Steve was out of his chair and down on his knees beside you before you’d even finished speaking. His eyes flashed with sadness and you felt your chest tighten.

He stood and helped you stand. Without a word, Steve’s hands drifted to your ass and lifted you up, placing you down on the dining table. 

“Lovebug, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my entire life, and if I need to spend the rest of your life convincing you of that, I’ll do it happily,” he said. His hands were exploring your body now, running over every bump and crevice your skin created. 

“Now, relax and let me make you feel as exquisite as you look.” 

You smiled as Steve leant down and placed a kiss on your forehead. 

His lips trailed down your neck and you leaned back, giving him better access to everything he wanted. And he wanted you. All of you. 

“Fuck, baby. You’re so perfect,” Steve muttered against your collarbone. He looked up at you between his lashes expectantly. You nodded and he grinned as he stepped away and ripped your shirt off of you.

Immediately, his mouth covered your nipple. His fingers came up to tweak the other one and it was only seconds before you were a moaning, sensitive mess beneath him.

Steve slowly lowered you down until your back was pressed against the cold wood. You hissed as the wood sent a chill through your body. You arched away from it, pushing yourself further into Steve’s warm, hard body.

One of your hands tangled into Steve’s hair, and the other one gripped the edge of the dining table as hard as you could. You squeezed your eyes shut as Steve continued to swirl his tongue against you.

His spare hand slipped down your body and pushed past your pants with little resistance. His mouth and hand on your tits never faltered as he pushed your panties to the side and slid his fingers up your slit, gathering the wetness that had been pooling there. 

“So wet for me, baby,” Steve mumbled. “Your body knows exactly how to respond to me. You know exactly what to do for me.”

“God, Steve.” Your moans are so loud they bounce off the tiled walls around you.

You feel Steve smile into your flesh and you can’t help but chuckle at how loud you were. Your laugh turned into a groan as Steve slipped two fingers into you, pumping them in and out at a sinful rate.

His curled his fingers and you nearly screamed when he hit your spot. It was Steve’s turn to laugh now.

“You clench around my fingers so tight that sometimes I wonder how it’s possible for me to fit my cock into you,” he said, his voice low. “But then I remember you were made for me, lovebug.”

Steve removed himself from your chest and made quick work of your pants, throwing them across the kitchen and into the living room. Your panties followed them quickly. 

You were now bare before your boyfriend, and the way he was glaring down at you was feral. 

Every negative thought you’d ever had about your body was gone. Steve looked at you like you were the Holy Grail. Steve was the most intelligent person you knew. Who were you to disagree with him?

“Please, Stevie,” you pleaded. You ignored how pathetic you sounded. Steve loved it. His eyes met yours as he fell to his knees before you. He tugged your body down until your ass was resting against the edge of the table.

“There is absolutely nothing I would rather look at you then you. And absolutely nothing I would rather do than worship every single inch of you.” With every word, Steve pressed a kiss up your thigh, inching his was closer to your dripping center. 

Without warning, Steve dove down and began lapping at your pussy so fast your brain took a moment to catch up. As soon as you registered just what you were feeling, your eyes were bugling out of your head as you yelped out at the pleasure.

“Yes. Yes, Steve. Fuck. Right there,” you moaned. Your words were spilling out almost as fast as Steve’s tongue was darting across your clit.

All of your sense blurred together as Steve’s hands came up to pull on your hard nipples. You keened and your orgasm hit you hard and fast.

Steve pulled away, surprised. “Already?” 

You whacked him on the side of the head and he laughed as he stood, pressing a kiss to your temple. 

“Come here, love bug,” he said, sitting down in the wooden chair. 

You winced as you lowered yourself onto the floor. Steve helped you climb into his lap. You worried about making a mess on his pants, or being too heavy, but you realized none of those things even crossed Steve’s mind, and if they did, he didn’t care.

Steve reached beneath you and pushed his pants down. 

His hands gripped onto your waist as he lifted you and placed you back down all in one breath. His strength would never cease to amaze you.

The feeling of his cock stretching you out had you drooling onto Steve’s shoulder before he was all the way in.

“You are the most stunning creature I have ever encountered,” Steve groaned as he lifted you again, helping you get into a rhythm.

Soon, you were able to move on your own and your moans were overshadowed by Steve’s own groans as you lowered and lifted yourself on his hard cock. You felt filled to the brim, and there was something so comforting knowing that Steve fit so perfectly in you.

“You gotta move, lovebug,” Steve said. His voice was strained as he held himself back from slamming up into you.

You paused, lifting your head to look at him. “I love you,” you whispered.

Steve’s smile shone bright back at you. “And I love you,” he replied. He moved to hug your tight to him and ended up pushing up further into you. You gasped.

“Help me. Please, Stevie. I can’t.”

Steve gripped onto your hips and lifted you again before he slammed you back down onto him. He didn’t relent and his pace had you closing your eyes as you saw stars. Your breaths came quicker and shorter and Steve reached down and circled his fingers around your throbbing clit.

“Come with me,” he mumbled into your open mouth.

You nodded frantically as your body seize around him. Steve threw his head back as he faltered in you and spilled his seed. You collapsed, boneless, onto his chest. Steve’s hands came up around you, drawing shapes into the flesh covering your spine. 

“Bet Sharren doesn’t get fucked like that,” Steve teased.

You lifted yourself off his chest, wincing at how sensitive you were. Steve softened inside of you.

“Are you really thinking of her right now?” you asked playfully.

Steve leaned closer, leaning his forehead against yours. “I’m only thinking about you, lovebug. Always you.”

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[supervoldejaygent]

Safe Haven ~ Day 1: Safe House

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Sam Wilson x ex!Agents of SHIELD!Reader

Word Count: 1.6K

Summary: After the latest Avengers battle, Fury gives a safe house order, landing them at the Reader’s cabin

A/N: Hello my lovelies! Welcome to a fic that I thought of writing 3 years ago before pushing it to the bottom of my WIPs! So, this series is going to be 14 parts as they are in the safe house for 14 days. I probably won’t be posting a new part consecutively, but I am trying to have a fic in my drafts every time I post something new. So yeah, hope y’all like this fic and the series! Enjoy (:

Next

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It was late February when the knock landed hard on her door. Always the cautious one, (Y/N) held her handgun in front of her. She drew into the first position when the knocks hit harder. As she got closer to the door, her footsteps grew quieter, soon becoming light as a feather.

(Y/N) leaned against the oak door and peered through the glass eyehole. From what she could see, it was a large group, about ten. As she surveyed the beaten, whispering group, she gasped upon seeing their leader’s face.

Iron Man. Tony Stark.

His face was badly bruised and a small cut that was probably deeper than it looked tore into his forehead. He lifted his hand to knock a third time when (Y/N) spoke.

“Password?”  her gun still tightly gripped in her hands and ready to use if needed. 

Tony sighed. “Safe House.”

Tucking her gun into the back of her jeans, (Y/N) unlocked the elaborate locks on her door before slightly opening it. The group turned their heads at the noise, giving (Y/N) an actual look at who she was dealing with.

The Avengers. Earth’s Mightiest Heroes.

Feeling overwhelmed by all the people, (Y/N) opened her door enough for one person to walk in at a time. The harsh winter air hit her like a steel wall, as she was only in a long sleeve and jeans. Wanting to get everyone inside as quickly as possible, starting with Tony, she beckoned them all in before closing the door.

Finally done locking it down, she turned to face them, looking over at Tony.

“How long?” she asked.

“Two weeks.” (Y/N) sucked a breath in. Two weeks was long for anyone to be stranded in a safe house. With the Avengers? There was little hope she wouldn’t go crazy. 

Facing them all once again, she cleared her throat, gaining everyone’s attention.

“Alright everybody,” she started, her voice barely up a volume from when she asked for the password. “Listen up and listen well. My name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and I will be your safe house for the next two weeks. I understand you’re all very tired, and from the looks of it, have had a tough fight. I understand that these next two weeks will also be difficult with everyone in close quarters. 

“I do have a few rules to get us started that will help endure everyone’s safety. Number one, everyone must be up by nine. I’ve had a lot of people hauled up here for long periods and one thing I’ve gathered is if there’s no wake-up call, people don’t see a reason to get up at all. Number two, everyone must be active for at least thirty minutes every day. There will be a sign-up sheet posted by the back door every morning. You must sign your name in order to go out, and please cross it out when you come back in. 

“Number three, there is no yelling allowed. I don’t want any unexpected visitors, I’m sure none of you want any unexpected visitors. So please keep your voice at a decent volume. If anyone is caught yelling or raising their voice too high, we will go into lockdown, which I will go over with you guys later tonight. And lastly, although I feel like this goes without saying, this is a shared living space. Please treat it as you would your own house and clean up after yourselves. You are all grown adults, I shouldn’t need to tell you to clean up your mess, but I will if I need to. Any questions?”

The heroes all shook their heads, too tired to argue.

(Y/N) nodded. “Okay good. Now, before I let you all roam free and clean up, I will need everybody’s name. It can be your real name, last name, your hero name, whatever. I just need something to call you all by.”

Tony started, simply giving his first name. 

Then Steve, Natasha, and Sam were next. 

Thor, Bucky, Wanda, and Vision followed.

Leaving Clint and Bruce to bring up the rear.

“Sweet. You guys are all good to go. There are two bathrooms. One on your right, and one downstairs on your left. Let me know if you need help with anything or have any questions.”

All nodding, they divided up, six going to the first bathroom and four going to the second. (Y/N), happy with her start-up work, made her way to the kitchen for a snack, only to find Vision following her.

“Ms. (Y/L/N)?” he asked his eyes slightly with worry.

“(Y/N) is fine,” she said, feeling a little off-put with such a formal name. 

“Okay, then, (Y/N). I do not need to shower or clean up, but my friend, Wanda, was badly injured in the fight, and I’m not sure how to handle such things.”

Closing the fridge and ultimately forgetting about finding a snack, (Y/N) bent below, opening up the cabinet below the sink and pulling out one of her many emergency aid kits. 

“Where is she?” She followed Vision as he led her to the downstairs bathroom, seeing Natasha and Steve hovering over Wanda. Natasha's hands were pressing against Wanda’s side with a towel as Wanda did her best to not cry out in anguish.

“Jesus Christ, Vision!” (Y/N) scolded, quickly dropping to her knees to assess the wound. “Why didn’t you stop me during my Welcome Speech? I would’ve gladly covered that stuff later if I knew she was injured!”

“No one knew,” Steve said, quickly coming in to rescue Vision. “She didn’t say anything until we made it down here.”

(Y/N) only nodded while she gathered all the supplies she needed and focusing on the task at hand. Directing jobs at them to help stop the bleeding and clean it before it got infected. It wasn’t as deep of a cut as (Y/N) originally thought, having it all patched up within the hour. After wrapping Wanda’s torso, she gave the witch some painkillers, ordering her to take two a day with each meal.

“I’ll change your bandages tomorrow morning, and then every three days so we can avoid any growing infections.”

“Thank you,” Wanda replied, having finally spoken to (Y/N) who had been talking to her three friends throughout the whole ordeal. (Y/N) then ordered one of them to take her upstairs to the room closest to the bathroom in case of any more emergencies, before assigning Natasha as her roommate.

With that fire put out, (Y/N) pulled out her sanitary gloves and began to clean the bathroom, ridding it of any lingering bacteria. Lost in her own world, she was startled when someone else knocked on the door.

Turning around, she caught sight of Sam. He was leaning against the doorway and (Y/N) took note of the small cut above his eyebrow.

“Do you happen to have any small band-aids that can help me with this?” he asked, pointing to the cut. (Y/N) nodded, bending down to grab another first-aid kit underneath the sink. “How many of those do you have?”

“There’s three in every room and there are ten rooms in total. So, about thirty that I’m using. I have about ten or so backups in my shed.”

Sam whistled. “That is a lot. Why so many?”

(Y/N) sadly smiled. “I’ve been doing this for about ten years now. In my fight to keep heroes and agents safe, I’ve lost a few along the way. I don’t intend on losing anyone anymore. I need to be prepared for every situation. If that means I need fifty emergency and first-aid kits, then so be it.”

“That’s a big responsibility.”

“Yeah, but it keeps me sane.”

“How sane can you be after losing those you cared for?”

(Y/N) sighed, finding the band-aid she was looking for and carefully placing it over the cut on Sam’s eyebrow. “When I know, I’ll tell you.”

Sam nodded, knowingly, before thanking and informing her that everyone was about done cleaning themselves up and now looking for a change of clothes.

“Uhm yeah, just have everyone write their sizes down and I’ll go grab some clothes from the shed.”

After the long day had ended, everyone now in sweatpants and sweaters and warm bowls of food in their hands, (Y/N) decided it was a good time to go over being in lockdown.

“Okay,” Clint started, his dish on the coffee table in front of him. “So, basically, everyone, except you, is to go to the basement and keep quiet until you give the all-clear?”

“Yes, basically.”

“Well, that seems like no problem.”

(Y/N) shook her head. “It seems like no problem, but all of you are superheroes and for some reason, have a hard time following directions when danger is near. I know it all sounds easy, but I really need all of you to understand that if I place the cabin on lockdown, you are to do everything I say no matter what you hear. Understood?”

They all nodded, looking more solemn after her enforcing words. 

(Y/N) wasn’t trying to make it seem like they were going to have a bad time while they were here, or make them seem like prisoners, but she found it was the most effective way to get them to listen to her. Because in hindsight, it didn’t matter if she was taken or killed. What mattered was that the heroes she was protecting went back home alive and well. And that was something they were all going to have to live with.

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[awkwardauthorwrites]

Know Who You Are

Previously on awkward-author

Word Count: Just under 1k

Warnings: Probable swear words. Angst. Sad reader.

Authors Note: The song that inspired this is from the film Moana and can be found here. 

If the slamming of a door didn’t startle Steve Rogers from of his sleep, then Nat and her incessant prodding definitely managed to rouse the blond super soldier.

“What happened?”

“Its Y/N.”

I have crossed the horizon to find you.

She was in the fireproof training room Tony had designed specifically for her. Balls of flame flew out of her hands, scorching the targets beyond recognition faster than Steve could register. She was a force to be reckoned with in the state she was currently in. He watched from behind the heatproof, one-way mirrored glass as she blasted through every obstacle that popped up. He knew something was wrong, but until she whipped around to take down the final two planks, he didn’t realise just how bad it was.

Tears streamed down her face, or as far as they could go before they evaporated from her skin. It pained him to see such raw, unconcealed anguish on her features. The despair in her usually bright eyes was suffocating to him, and when she finally dropped to her knees, her energy spent, he silently vowed to do whatever it took to help her. 

“I know you’re there,” she said quietly, her voice barely audible over the noise of the sprinklers. He remained quiet, not wanting to attract attention to himself, but when she glanced up at the reflective surface he knew he couldn’t pretend any longer. Not while her eyes were rimmed red like they were. With a step forward and the flick of a switch, the glass in front of him cleared, allowing her to lock eyes with him.

I know your name.

“Y/N.”

“Rogers.” Her voice was rough, almost as if she had been screaming. Steve wouldn’t put it past her, considering the scorch marks in the ceiling. “Did Nat send you?”

“She was worried,” Steve spoke slowly, quietly, so as not to startle her. “So was I.”

“I’m fine.”

“Clearly.”

Nothing more was said for a few minutes, until the sprinklers finally shut themselves off.

“Am I going to boil if I come in?” he asked, hoping she would smile at his pitiful excuse at a joke. She did, barely, and without humour before gesturing to the door with her head as if to say be my guest. He didn’t waste a second, and stepped into the now-drenched room with a towel as she tried to wring out her soaked hair.

He waited patiently as she attempted to dry her body with the towel and used her affinity for heat to deal with her hair. Silently, he lingered, awkwardly waiting for her to decide whether she wanted to talk to him. Finally, after what felt like hours, she looked up at him once more, the agony in her eyes now covered up with a poorly constructed wall.

“I saw my family today.”

They have stolen the heart from inside you.

Steve didn’t know much about Y/N’s life before he met her. In fact, the only person in this tower who seemed to know anything about her at all was Clint. Despite his retirement from the team, he seemed to constantly hang around the compound, sometimes with his infant child, Nathaniel, strapped to him. Unfortunately, the archer wasn’t currently in the building, and was back at his farm with his family. What little Steve did know, however, was more than enough.

But this does not define you.

“They’re in the city, and asked if they could see me.” She was picking at the loose threads on the towel, seemingly unfazed by the puddle she was still sat in. “I figured it had been so long that it would be okay.” She seemed to roll her eyes at herself before dropping the material in her hands. It quickly soaked up the water at her feet, turning the fabric into a darker, blood red colour. “Turns out they only wanted to see me so that they could brag that I was an Avenger and ask for money. When I said no, they called me selfish, amongst other things.”

“Darlin’...”

“They said I was a monster – a freak of nature – and wondered why you guys had picked me, out of everyone else, when I’m nothing but a mistake.” Steve scoffed and tugged her into his arms for a hug before he could process the action.

“The so-called fireproof room you managed to somehow set on fire would beg to differ.”

This is not who you are.

“You’re not a monster,” he continued, pressing his lips to the top of her head gently as he spoke. She shook in his arms, but he didn’t know if that was because she was cold, or still wet, or a mixture of both. He held onto her tighter in response, hoping that some of his body heat would be transferred on to her. Not that she needed it. “No more than Bruce is, or Wanda, or even Bucky. You’re unique, and special, but your differences aren’t what make you who you are.” Steve could feel his shirt grow damp with her tears as she soundlessly started to cry again. He was at a loss of words, seeing one of the strongest people he knew break down like this. So he did the only thing he could think of, and pulled her just a little bit closer as he ducked his head and pressed a kiss to her temple while whispering something against her skin.

You know who you are.

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[trudy-shams]

What we become - Part 7

1 year.

That's how long it had been since you dropped Steve off at the airport.

Sure, there were video calls, Skype chats and what not but it didn't quite match up to the real thing.

Steve had visited twice in the past 1 year but unfortunately, you were back home on both occasions.

Terrible coincidence, both times.

Steve had become such an important part of your life. You had missed his presence terribly.

You were practically jumping with joy at the prospect of seeing him again in 2 days.

You had so much to talk about, so much to discuss.

You had actually received 2 offers - the first, and more lucrative one, was a big pharmaceutical company based abroad and the other one, which you were going to accept,was in the city

You were so excited to share the news with Steve, who was worried you would leave since you had no reason to stay after completing your degree.

You couldn't really announce that HE was the biggest incentive to stay here because 1.Your mother and sister would reprimand you - they had high hopes for you and your career. 2. Steve and you were not officially a couple.

IEven after the kiss.

Not for lack of trying from your end. The first thing you wanted to discuss after he landed and called you was the kiss.

-------- About a year ago.

"Hey sweetheart. I just landed and called as p..."

"Why did you kiss me?"

You didn't even wait for him to finish. This was important. The kiss was all you could think about. You were in a daze. It unlocked the doors to a side you didn't know existed.

There was a short pause on Steve's end and then you heard those heartbreaking words.

"I wish I hadn't done that"

You could hear your heart shatter into pieces. He didn't mean to. Then why..

Steve realised what he said and rushed to add

"I wish I hadn't done it the way I did. I should have taken you out on a date. Really, truly tell you what's in my heart. Why I drove for hours to have mediocre beer for so long..."

"Hey, we pride ourselves in that beer. My fellow college kids love that stuff"

You heard Steve chuckle.. There was a pause before he continued.

"Look, I already fucked up once, I won't do it again. Let me come back. I want to do this right - when I can see your beautiful face and afterwards hold you in my arms. No rushed kissing at the airport security" Steve was determined.

"I could live with that and just for the record, I am glad you kissed me, makes me regret all the time we wasted not doing exactly that"

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Nat's flight had arrived and you were to meet her at the baggage claim.

Being at the airport again reminded you of the kiss. The thought made you blush. You could not wait for Steve to come back so you could jump his bones.

Yes, that is what you wanted to do. Let him take you apart. The thought of him touching you had driven you crazy enough times in the past.

Just 2 more days.

You saw Nat's fiery red hair as she weaved her way to you.

She was here in the city to meet you but you both had your own agenda.

She wanted to see James while you wanted Nat to meet Steve. She was so important to you and you really wanted to introduce Steve to her. So what you were not officially dating but at this point, it really didn't mean anything. You both were in a long distance relationship as far as you were concerned.

Nat hugged you and kissed your cheek so multiple times.

"I have missed you so much, peanut" She said while hugging you tight.

"I missed you too apple"

"What have I said about calling me apple?" Nat stepped back and mock-glared at you.

"And what have I said about apple and peanut butter being perfect together" you glared back at her.

She cracked a smile "I will...."

She stopped mid sentence and looked at something over your shoulder.

You turned around to witness a sight that would change your life forever.

About 60 meters away , you saw the unmistakable figure of James Barnes, with his lips attached to one WANDA MAXIMOFF.

You knew Nat had seen that but that's not the sight that killed you.

Standing right next to him was Steve Rogers, who was supposed to be back 2 days later, with Sharon's arms around his waist and her head on his shoulder.

Was this a joke. Why did Steve lie to you...

You stopped your internal ramblings and turned to face Nat who now had tears in her eyes.

She quickly grabbed your hand and started walking in the opposite direction.

"Nat the exit is on the other side" you had to remain level headed.

"I can't face him right now. We will hide in the washrooms till they leave" with that, Nat kept marching towards the washroom

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"This is not how I planned for our reunion to be" Nat had been crying non stop since you came home.

After hiding in the washroom for a good 15 minutes, you and Nat had made your way home after making sure the coast was clear.

"Why did you hide? That asshole should have known you had seen him and so should Maximoff" you were appalled with Nat's behaviour. She had always been feisty.

And said what "Hey Maximoff, your fiance, claims to be in love with me. A penniless girl who can give him nothing?"

"What?" You hadn't missed the sparkling ring on Wanda's finger's either.

"Oh c'mon Y/n, you can't be that naive. These people, relationships are business deals for them. Wanda comes from a royal family. She brings in a fortune, a big family name and wealth with her. Nat got up from the couch and started pacing the room " What am I. How would James introduce me to his family and friends 'Hey guys, meet Natasha, Stark's chef's daughter"

Stark's chef's daughter..Stark's chef's daughter..Stark's chef's daughter..

Steve's words from all those years ago.

That's all you were too.

Stark's chef's daughter.

You wanted to laugh at yourself for thinking you were anything else to him.

You hadn't met any of his friends, he never asked you out on a date. Sure, you kissed, but that was exactly what he said it was "a mistake". You were a fool to not connect the dots. Steve and Sharon were always together when you were kids. Steve started hanging out with you around the same time Sharon had left for higher studies or whatever James had told Nat. You were a plaything for him, just like your sister was for James.

But you won't sit and wallow here for an asshole who made you feel insignificant.

And you won't let Nat do that either.

"Make him regret it" you said  out loud.

"What?" Nat stopped her pacing.

"Make him regret ever doing this to you" you jumped from your position on the couch and went to grab your laptop " We are going home. I still have that talent agent's number saved somewhere"

You were determined. You will make sure James regretted the day he did this to your sister. You would make sure it haunted him every day and he felt the pain that your sister feels right now.

Even if you couldn't bear to hurt Steve.

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Steve's POV

This was becoming unbearable.

As soon as Sharon and his welcome home party, hosted by the Roger's and Barnes' was over, Steve would break up with Sharon.

Even if Bucky, his best friend since they were kids, would stop talking to him. Even Mr. and Mrs. Barnes who considered him as their own son would hate him. Even if his own parents would be disappointed in him.

He couldn't be with Sharon. How could he, when you had his heart. Hell, you were his heart. He wanted to do this right. He wanted to break up with Sharon and then ask you out on a date. Slowly, cement his way in your heart and then tell you all he has been feeling since he was a teen.

The first day he caught you with a book at Maximoff's house all those years ago.

And now, after being away from you for a year. He was finally going to tell you how much he loved you. You were his entire world, his heart, his soul.

But first, Steve wanted to break up with Sharon.

He couldn't do this to you or Sharon.

Even if he didn't love Sharon, she didn't deserve this. Their father's agreed on this match since they were children, Uncaring of the fact that said children may want someone else. Sharon was thrown into this as much as Steve was. Sure, she took it better than he did but that didn't change the fact that they were both robbed of this choice.

Steve made sure he didn't meet his Y/n again until after he broke things off with Sharon, specially after the kiss.

He promised himself he would spend 24 hours kissing her the next time he saw her.

And the next 24, doing much, much more.

But he needed to break things off with Sharon first.

That is why he made sure he visited only when you were away, making it look like coincidence when it was not.

Everything was falling into place now.

He would break up with Sharon and then he would take you out for a proper date.

And then he would keep you forever.

Right now? Right now all he wanted to do was pry Sharon's arms off of her and maintain arm's length distance but he had to put on a front for the sake of all the guests.

He was so glad his Y/n wouldn't have to see this.

Some time later

"Steve, where did you run off to. Mom and dad are looking for you. They have an important announcement to make." Steve turned around to face Sharon.

He had been trying to call you for 2 hours now. This was unlike you and he was starting to panic. What if something had happened to you? He had to go see you. Maybe he could call Gamora.

"Cmon, it's important" Sharon all but dragged him along.

"Ah there they are" It was Mr. Barnes with a microphone "My future son in law and the apple of my eye, my lovely daughter"

Steve stood there with his mouth hanging open while Sharon stood next to him, trying her best to contain her smile.

"We wanted to officially announce today that my son and the beautiful Sharon are to be engaged  1 month from now at the Crown" this was Steve's father now.

He couldn't believe it. How could they. No warning. No opinions. No choice.

The constant flashing of cameras brought Steve out of his furious trance. He glared at his father and Mr. Barnes but before he could storm off he felt his mother's hand on his arms.

"Keep smiling baby, I know this is sudden. I didn't know either. I will speak to your father but please stay, for my sake"

It took all of Steve's willpower to keep his anger in check and smile for the cameras.

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"I am so pissed you didn't tell me but congratulations man" Sam patted Steve's back.

"Don't!I am not getting engaged to Sharon. I don't love her" Steve was standing fuming in a corner.

"whew, then act fast man. The entire world already knows" Sam slid his phone to Steve.

The local news channels, prints, social media. It was overflowing with pictures of him and Sharon announcing their impending engagement.

Steve wanted to throw up.

He was sure it had reached you by now. He had to see you.

Oh what would you think of him. He lied to you. Told you he was not back in the city yet. Told you nothing about him and Sharon.

You must hate him by now. He had to get to you.

He was on his bike and zooming away before Sam could say another word.

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"Baby, please open the door. I can explain '' Steve had been banging on your apartment door for the past 5 minutes not expecting a grumpy Gamora to open the door.

"What do you want. Have you not done enough" he should have expected that to be honest.

"Look Gamora, I can explain. Please just let me see her once" Steve would beg on his knees if he had to.

"I don't know where she went and even If I did. I would never tell you" With that Gamora slammed the door in his face.

"I will break that pretty noes of you knock again"

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"Please I am begging you, please tell me where she is?" Steve was back in Asgard. He asked Loki, Thor, Clint, everyone but all of them refused to tell him anything.

So here he was, 7 days since he heard your voice, back in the bar. He stayed there from right when it opened to when they closed, always asking anyone he could where his girl was and looking to see if she came in for her shift.

He hadn't seen her once. Where was she?

"Can I get you anything?" There was a new girl.

"Who are you?" Steve slurred. Was he seeing things. Asgard had hired someone new.

"Um, My name is Peggy. It's my first day today"

"They hired someone else. Are you Y/n's replacement" Steve was appalled. These people gave his baby's job to someone else. He will fucking buy this place and fire everyone.

"Oh, are you a friend of Y/n? She doesn't work here anymore. I heard she got a fancy new Job and left the country '' Peggy chirped, trying to strike up a conversation with the handsome man.

What she didn't know was that Steve was not listening to her anymore. His ears were ringing the moment she uttered his girl had left the country.

His girl had left him.

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"Hi Mrs. L/N, is Natasha home" Steve had never spoken to Mrs. L/N before. He never had to but right now he was desperate.

" Oh hello there dear, come on in and have a seat. I will get Natasha for you"

The house looked..lived in. There was a worn couch, an old TV and a faded rug.

There were pictures adorning the walls.

He could spot Y/n in one of them. Her cute, adorable self, smiling at him.

"That's Y/n, she was 5 in this one. Always so lively" Nat spoke from behind him

"Oh hello Natasaha, how are you" Steve had never seen her like this. Red eyes, swollen face. As if she had been crying for days

Natsha laughed, a humorless dry sound " How do you expect me to be. James didn't expect this did he"

Steve's brows furrowed, what was that supposed to mean?

Nat eyed him for a few seconds and then blinked.

"You aren't here for me. You are here for Y/n." Nat spoke knowingly.

"I knew something was going on but I was so lost in my own grief that I didn't see my sister's. Of course, YOU would be the Steve who was always texting her when she was home for the holidays. Stupid, Stupid me" Nat was speaking more to herself now.

"Could you please tell me where she is. I will go to any corner of the world. Please, I am begging you" Steve would go his knees if he had to

Nat laughed again, in the same dead tone.

"So you could do to her what James did to me?" Nat spoke with such venom that he stepped back "I would rather die Rogers"

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[kaunis-sielu]

Presidential

It wasn’t that you didn’t think your Uncle Tony wouldn’t do a good job. He would. He’d do a great job. It was just that you were really happy with your life and how things were going.

Your job was great, you were seeing a guy named Peter and you knew if Uncle Tony won you’d have to move in with him. You knew that you’d have a million new responsibilities, that things with work would have to end and so would your budding relationship with Peter. You wouldn’t get to continue to live your life the way you wanted, hell you couldn’t do that now. Ever since the announcement that you’d be the one to take on the job reporters had been staking out your home, gym, office and even your best friend’s houses. Honestly it was maddening.

Most of the people in your life hadn’t known about your connection to Governor Stark until the announcement. Only your two best friends Natasha and Wanda had known. Then again what Natasha knew so did her husband Clint but he’d never said a word. People had been pissed, some claiming you didn’t trust them but you’d just wanted to keep the insanity and literal politics away from your life. You didn’t always see eye to eye with Tony on some of his policies either, which just complicated things. You didn’t need to hear other people’s opinions either, it wasn’t like you could do anything about what Tony did anyways.

You’d nearly dropped the phone when he’d asked.

“It’s tradition.” He’d said, and you’d promptly asked why your older sister Maria couldn’t do it. Apparently the niece had to be unmarried. Something about outside influences from a spouse being a problem.

You knew it was over the second he won Florida. There’d only been a couple of states his team hadn’t been sure about and the roar that went through the crowd had been deafening. And it wasn’t like you weren’t proud of him, he’d worked hard. Campaigned hard. He would do a great job, President Tony Stark and serving as his First Lady? His oldest, unmarried niece.

You.

They came to meet you at work. Four hulking men in black suits, guns at their hips and ear pieces in. Your class erupted into chaos the second that Ben asks,

“Is that a gun?” At the top of his voice. This sets off a chain reaction, some of the kids who have dad’s that hunt start chattering loudly about the guns they’ve got at home. A couple start to cry, two in the front of the room, Fredrick and Sera, freeze. Kruz starts talking about how his dad, a police officer, has a gun just like that one. You glare at the man that the gun belongs to and he pulls his coat down in an attempt to hide the weapon. But it’s far, far too late for that.

Damnit Scott." The blonde man says, he’s got these green blue eyes that are currently narrowed at the offending man, Scott. The brunette with brown hair tied neatly back into a 'man bun' groans covering his face with a hand. 

"It's okay! Friends! Calm down!" You attempt to yell over the screaming before deciding that this problem can only be handled one way. "Out." You snap turning on the four men. "Get. Out." You shove them into the hallway and snap the door shut. You kick the doorstop into the crack of the door so that none of the men can get into the room and glare at them through the window. The one who had called out his co-worker puts his hands on his hips as he glares back at you through the window. He points at the badge on his belt then points at the door. You shake your head at him and pull the curtain over your window effectively blocking them from your view.

Turning back to your class you’re surprised to find stunned silence. When the door handle jiggles you yank the curtain back again and glare, pointing at the African American man whose hand is on the handle. You shake your head once, then make a cutting motion over your neck to tell him to knock it off before sliding the curtain back over the window again. You turn back to your now very quiet class,

"Ms. Hill? Who were those guys?" Brac asks quietly, it’s probably the only quiet think that you’ve ever heard or seen him do.

"They work for my Uncle. Don't worry they won't hurt you." 

"Why did they have guns?" Mya asks, her eyes wide as they dart back toward the doorway.

"I'm pretty sure they were fake." You lie to the 23 first graders in front of you with a little shrug.

Luckily relief seems to wash through the class, it seems they've bought your complete and total bullshit. You ignore the men and finish the last two hours of school in peace. They don’t try to get back in and luckily none of your kids seem to be willing to attempt to go to the bathroom. 

At the end of the day you open your door to let your class start to get ready to go. The blonde pops off of the wall and you hold a hand up to stop him.

“I will deal with you after my class leaves.” You say as calmly as you can through gritted teeth. He nods once and none of them move to follow you when your class lines up to go home. You lead your class to the doors then high five them all goodbye, getting a few hugs in the process. You wave good bye to the busses then take a deep breath and head back to your classroom. You gesture for the men to go inside, two go in first the second two follow you in.

 "What the hell were you thinking?" You snap hands on your hips. The four men rightfully, look ashamed of themselves.

"We are so sorry." The blond says.

“That’s all you have to say for yourselves. You’re so sorry? You brought guns into a school!” You ask staring at him in disbelief. Is he joking right now?

“It’s our job to protect you.” He says, his chest puffing up in irritation. “We're your security detail.”

“Yea, I got that.” You snark, “Do you have names?”

“Steve Rogers. This is James Barnes,” He gestures to the brunette, “Scott Lang.” The shortest man nods, “And Sam Wilson.” The one who winked at you smiles again.

“Why do I have four guys? I’m one person isn’t that a bit of overkill?”

“No. One to drive, one to ride shotgun, and two to flank you.” James explains, “And call me Bucky. Cap knows I hate being called James.”

“Alright, Bucky, what are you expecting to happen at school?” You challenge, it is supposed to be a secure building, how they got in past the extremely protective Monica is beyond you.

“Nothing. But that doesn’t mean something won’t happen.”

“So one of you is going to be here everyday?” You ask, only slightly horrified.

“No, we’ll all be here.” Steve tells you, folding his arms over his impressive chest. God these dudes make you feel tiny, they’re so huge.

“Everyday?” You ask raising your eyebrows, one would be easy enough to explain away to your class but all four? This is going to be a nightmare.

“Until Inauguration Day.”

“Why only until then?”

“That’s probably a conversation to have with President Elect Stark.” Steve says and you get the impression he knows something you don’t. You’re just about to ask when the door pops open and a very frazzled Principal Sitwell walks into the room.

“Miss Hill who in the world are these men?” He demands bustling toward you, you have to take a slow breath to not correct him that you use Ms. not Miss. Steve places himself between you and him, just an arm really but it’s enough to stop Principal Sitwell in his tracks. He stares up at Steve with narrowed eyes that have stopped both children and adults in their tracks.

“Principal Sitwell, this is my Secret Service detail. Rogers, Barnes, Wilson and Lang.” You tell him gesturing to each man in turn, none of them give him much of a reaction, like a smile or nod would be too much.

“Secret Service?” He repeats looking skeptically at you.

“Yes Sir. My Uncle is President Elect Tony Stark, I’ll be serving in the role of First Lady during his term.” He stares at you before her mouth thins into a line, he looks furious and you don’t know why.

“You little liar. I want these men, with their weapons out of my building now!” He snaps and. you stare at him in shock. You what? He thinks you’re lying? How did he not know that you were related to Stark and were going to be serving as First Lady? The rest of the world seems to.

“Woah!” Bucky breathes coming in front of you as well. “She’s not lying to you.” He and Steve both pull their credentials off of their waists. Principal Sitwell turns and looks at the two men behind him who have done the same.

“This really is the last straw. First I get angry phone calls from parents about men with guns in your classroom. Then I come in and you’re surrounded by men with guns who claim to be secret service. No, I took a risk hiring someone so young for such a prestigious school.” He snaps, “Miss Hill you’re fired.” Your mouth drops open and you blink at him in stunned silence.

“I’m sorry what?”

“You’re fired.”

“You can’t just fire me.” You argue, and he can’t, because of the Union you’re in the process is much harder to do.

“I just did. Don’t make this worse for yourself.” He snaps and you gather up your bag of supplies and go. “You can come and pack up your things over the weekend. Leave the actors at home.” He snips as you storm past him, you will not let him see you cry.

You hold it together, just barely, until you get out of the building and into the black SUV's waiting out front.

Once you're out of sight, in the back of the SUV with Bucky and Scott you burst into tears. Neither of the men seem to know what to do. You sit in the back of the truck and let the tears spill from your eyes. Just like that you’ll never get to see your class again, they’re going to be heartbroken. You’re heartbroken! You cry for a few minutes before taking slow deep breaths to calm yourself down. It won’t do you any good to go meet with Tony as a sobbing mess, you don’t need the press to see that either. The four men in the car seem uncomfortable, none of them talk while you drive and when you go to swipe the tears from under your eyes Steve passes you a little packet of Kleenex from the armrest. You have to stay calm, need to relax before you've got to deal with Tony.

"You okay?" Bucky asks, his voice is deep and rich.

"I'm going to have to be." You tell him, voice thick with unshed tears, “I just love my kids so much I’m going to miss the hell out of them. They’re going to be so confused-.” You cut off before you start to cry again.

"I'm so sorry." Steve says from the driver's seat. "Bring it up to President Elect Stark. Maybe he can do something."

"I hate asking him for favors." You admit looking down at the tissue in your hands.

“Well he's asking a pretty big one from you." Sam quips from your right and you realize he's got a really good point.

“You know what, I was going to have to quit my job anyway. I think I'll save that favor for something a bit bigger." You run your fingers through your hair and flop back against the seat. Fired, you scowl out the window and earn a chuckle from Scott.

“Remind me to stay on your good side." He teases and you shoot him a mock glare before breaking out into a smile. He's one of those guys you just can't seem to stay mad at.

“Where are we going?" You ask, it only dawns on you now that you've calmed downthat you hadn't asked before.

“President Elect Stark's house."

“You can call him Tony you know." President Elect Stark seems like such a long, formal title for a man you’ve always known as Tony.

“Actually we're not supposed to." Steve says, his eyes meeting yours briefly in the rear view mirror.

"I'm not going to tell anyone.” You tell them with a shrug, “Besides, I'll probably end up calling him much worse before these next four years are up." All four men laugh as the car turns up your uncle's street. They quickly grow silent when they see the number of news vans parked outside his house, they're practically pressed to the fence in their effort to get a photo of the new President and now you.

“If anything is to happen you are not to stop. You're going directly from this car to the house. Do you understand?" Bucky asks looking over his shoulder at you. You nod before affirming,

“Yes.”

"Ms. Marvel is ready to go." Scott says into a sleeve.

"Who the hell picked that name for me?" You ask, trying to focus on anything but the chaos outside.

“No clue. Let's go." Bucky says, all business, before shoving his door open. People are screaming your name from the other side of the fence. It's more than a little bizarre, you've only been to two events with your uncle. One of them being a private party on election night, the other was the day he announced that he was running for President and you were just on the stage with the rest of your family.

The four men surround you quickly and efficiently and you're safely inside Tony's house in no time. The door clicks shut behind you and the tension leaves the room. You head into the living room for the bar and are greeted by none other than Tony Stark himself holding a glass of wine in his hand. He reaches the glass of wine out to you with a broad smile.

“There she is! The First Lady!”

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[ainstgirl]

Don’t you think she is too little  to get the message behind Aladdin?

“You see, you have to be yourself, he believed that he had to be a prince for her to notice him, but she falls in love with who he is, not for what he has” you hear him say when you enter your daughter's room. 

“babe, don’t you think she is too little  to get the message behind Aladdin?”  you say leaning on the door

“oh no, see get its, i can see it in her eyes” he makes his daughter laugh.

“what i see is a little kid bitting his toy” you say smiling.

“momy doesn't understand us” Chris says while smiling at your daughter.

“what momy understand is that it’s late and our baby needs to go to bed” you go to his crib to remove the blankets

“you heard mom” he kisses his doughter forehead and he places her in the crib and you cover her with the blankets.

“don’t you think she is to little to see disney movies? i’m mean she’s one” You say turning off the light in her room.

“she loves them, the other day she was dancing to the songs” he says and when you look at him raising an eyebrow, he adds “okay, she was moving her head but hey... she loves the movies” 

“whatever you say love” you say with a smile before kissing him. 

“yeah? i was thinking  ... How about we practice how children are made?” He bites his lip.

“really? mmm... we already have one so i think we know how to do that” You say playing his game.

“well, you know I don't want to lose practice” He picks you up and drops you on the bed and you laugh between kisses.

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[marvelousmarvelimagines]

Coming Tomorrow!

A sneak peek of the Steve Rogers x Reader story I’ve been working on for weeks now. It’s up to 8K words at the moment, my longest single fic ever, and I’m only half way done, but I wanted to give you guys a little peek. It’s a request, and here’s the summary. 

For years Steve Rogers and you have been in love with each other, neither willing to admit your feelings and risk losing everything. Then Thanos’s army invades. Your best friend is stuck in space, an army is on their way to capture an Infinity Stone, and forced in two different directions, the two of you are forced to admit your feelings for each other before you part. Will it all be for nothing when the snap happens? 

Keep an eye out tomorrow for the full sneak peak! 

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[marvelsviking]

Ain’t It Fun

Steve x Reader (Fluff) College AU Word Count: 1,536 A/N: This fic is for @caplansteverogers Song Fic Challenge. I fucking love this song and the minute I saw this on her list, I thought of Steve. I thought it was appropriate to set this in college because this is loosely based on a personal experience with someone in one of my classes. Hope you guys enjoy this! 

College has been an absolute nightmare to Steve since he first arrived. He had gotten in on a full scholarship due to his outstanding grades. He had thought that high school had prepared him for college, for the real word. Everything would go smoothly for him and he would give his fellow students a run for their money.  

But man, was he wrong. Currently, he was swamped with homework and was to his surprise, failing all 8 of his classes. He thought he could do it, it hadn't been too hard to balance 8 classes in high school, but college was a whole different ballpark and he wasn't sure how he would survive the rest of the semester.  

You're not the big fish in the pond no more You are what they're feeding on

Steve found out that he wasn't the only person that had this dilemma. The college was filled with smartasses like him who thought that they were going to be the hot shit students. But there was one person who fascinated and irritated him to no end.  

His roommate.  

Steve had managed to snag a role as a Residence Assistant in his co-ed dorm and shared a room with his one of his RA's that lived on the same floor as him. Since they were RAs, their dorm room was massive and their rooms were separated by a living room and kitchenette so neither felt like their privacy was ever invaded on, but they still saw each other enough to pick up on the temperament of the other.  

At first, Steve thought she was just a lazy, irresponsible, know-it-all. Both of their schedules started at 7am, as their first class started around 8am, Steve's classes ended at 4pm and by time he got back to the dorm, ready to do homework, she was already there on the couch, dressed in her hoodie and shorts, eating ice cream and watching the latest Netflix show. Steve assumed that she skipped the rest of her classes and due to her being home so early and to the fact that he never saw her do a single piece of homework or do an ounce of studying. Every now and then when Steve would stress over homework in the living room, she would pop up behind him and begin to correct his work by leaning over his shoulder. Like she was doing now.  

"Conjunction word. Right there" Her chest pressed against his shoulder as she leaned down and pointed at the 'won't' typed on his screen as he was constructing his 10-page essay.   "Your professor is going to take off points for that."  

"How do you know?" Steve snapped his head towards her with a scowl sported on his face.   "What the fuck would you know about writing an English paper, huh?"

"I'm an English Major, I think I know how to write a paper." Her brow furrowed and that only angered Steve. He stood up and looked down at her, the couch creating a space between them.  

He crossed his arms over his chest and stood his ground.   "Oh, so you think that just because you’re an English Major that you can skip class and not do any work?!"  

"Okay! What the hell are you talking about?! I do my work! Don't get mad at me because you thought taking 8 classes was a good idea! And in your freshman year no less!" She yelled back, her fist clenched at her sides.  

"I thought I could handle it okay?! I-"

"You thought you were prepared? You thought that you could walk in here and easily get the spot as Top Student because you were in high school?"

"W-well, yeah. You're right." His anger was short-lived when his arms slowly fell to his sides and a deep breath fell from his nose.  

"And now you're all stressed out because you're alone in the real world. Right, Stevie?" She spoke mockingly and Steve didn’t have anything to come back at her with. She was right, he thought that he could run things here like he did before in high school. But he was wrong.  

Silence stood between them for a while as Steve's focus was on the ground below him, avoiding her gaze. Then finally, she broke it.  

"And for your information, I do my homework. I'm just more comfortable doing it in my room. And I only have 4 classes. So, when you don't see me for hours on the weekend, I'm in there, busting my ass off." She pointed to her room and Steve felt overwhelmed with guilt.  

"Sorry. I shouldn't have judged you like that."   "Apology accepted, I guess. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm making ramen. You want some? You look like you could deserve a break." She turned on her heels and started toward the kitchenette.  

"Thanks, but I really gotta finish this paper. It's-"   "Steve. If you don’t get your ass in here, I'm dragging you in by your ears."   "Yes, ma'am." He gave in and followed her, helping her make the ramen. When the ramen was done, they sat down at the dining table and mostly ate in silence. But Steve had so many questions boiling inside him that they just had to burst out.  

"Four classes?"   She was in mid-slurp when he spoke. She looked up at him with a raised brow and noodles hanging from her mouth. Steve had to stop himself from laughing at how cute she looked in that moment.  

She slurped the remaining noodles and covered her mouth as she spoke and chewed.  

"Yeah, didn’t wanna overwork myself. You know, between school and work."

Steve slightly choked on his ramen in surprise, and she quickly leaned over and hit his back as he coughed up noodles.  

"Shit, are you okay?" She giggled. "Yeah, I'm fine. Are you? You have a fucking job while you're in college?!" He finally said when his coughs calmed down.  

"Yeah? I gotta make money somehow. A lot of things are fun, but being broke isn't." She sat down close to him and brought her bowl with her.   "What about your parents? Don’t they send you money?" Steve couldn't believe how busy the woman in front of him was. He thought he was the busy one, but she brought a whole new meaning to the term.  

"Oh. My. God, are you a trust fund kid?!" She leaned forward, her face struck with amusement.  

"No! My mom just takes good care of me is all." He leaned back a bit as her closeness took him by surprise. "Oh, you’re a mama's boy then?" She smirked.  

"No! She just helps me out when I need it." Steve turned away from her and continued eating.   You had continued eating as well, and Steve thought that was the end. But once again, he was wrong. "So, what? Does she also come here and do your laundry for you too?"   "...Sometimes."  He murmured into his bowl as he had finished his noodles and started to drink the broth.  

"Hey, I'm not shaming you or your mother's love. It’s just that, college is, well for me at least, supposed to be about doing your own thing and getting a taste of freedom, ya know?" She finished the last of her noodles and pushed her bowl away from her.  

"I get what you're saying." He set his bowl down and directed his body to face her again. "But that doesn't mean that you're on your own, Y/N."  

"You are on your own in the real world, Stevie. I mean, sure, I could call up my mom right now and cry to her about how stressed I feel. Hell, you can too. Doesn't change anything, cause the stress is still there." She shrugged.  

"Then what do you do? What do you do when you’re so stressed out that you feel like your life is over?" Steve leaned in closer to her subconsciously.  

"I remind myself that it's not. I mean, think about it" She moved her hands on the table as she spoke.   For some reason, Steve thought it was fucking adorable how animated she was with her hands as she talked. He wondered how he didn’t notice it sooner.  

"After college, you're free to do what you want. You can either go straight into a job if you're lucky, take a break and do your passion, whatever. If I hang on to that freedom, the stress doesn't get to me as much." She laid her hands flat on the table and stood up, taking her bowls with her to the sink, washing them.  

Steve followed her and gently pushed her aside so he could take over for her. She muttered 'thanks' and he smiled at her.  

"Well, maybe you could help me function in the real world?" Steve joked and she let out a slight chuckle.  

"Maybe. Goodnight, Steve. It's been fun." She leaned up on her tiptoes, kissed him on the cheek, and walked out the kitchenette towards her room. She smiled at him as she closed her door and Steve brought his hand up to his cheek. He could feel his face burning up and his stomach flipping.  

"Goodnight."  

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[ao3feed-buckybarnes]

Forget Me Not

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by Bolontiku

With the ability to erase memories, you go to work with the Avengers as damage control.

Words: 3963, Chapters: 3/3, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Forget Me Not

Fandoms: MCU, Marvel, Avengers, captain amercia - Fandom

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel)

Relationships: Steve x reader, Steve Rogers x Reader

Additional Tags: reader - Freeform, Mutant Reader, Reader Insert

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[bumblebeebucky]

Bathroom Shenanigans

Steve Rogers x female reader

Summary: As soon as you enter the party, Steve ushers you off to the bathroom to show you just how much he likes your dress.

Warnings: alcohol consumption, swearing, oral (fem receiving), 18+ minors dni

Word Count: approx. 1.5k

Author's note: i was half asleep when i wrote this. apologies in advance for any mistakes!

Masterlist

You knew you'd fucked up the moment Steve’s eyes met yours from across the large room. Somehow, through the huge crowd, Steve still managed to find you the moment you walked in the room. His intense stare had you blushing within seconds, and you instantly began rethinking the dress you’d chosen to wear.

The neckline plunged down your chest, and the fabric clung to every curve on your body, not leaving anything to the imagination.

You smiled at Tony as he held his arm out for you, helping you down the stairs and into the room. He leaned closer to you.

“I wouldn’t get too close to Cap. He looks like he wants to eat you alive,” he whispered.

You laughed alongside him, but only one of you knew just how true that statement was. 

As soon as you were separated from Tony, you were alone. In the small bag clutched by your side, you felt your phone vibrate. Knowing it was Steve, you purposefully ignored it. You met his eyes again and smiled. Steve’s dark eyes narrowed as he pushed off the bar and began maneuvering through the crowd towards you.

Quickly, you turned and grabbed a chute of champagne from the nearest tray. You downed the drink in three sips and switched out your now empty glass for a new, full one. 

“You really got a death wish, don’t you?” Sam asked, his voice hushed as his arm slid around your waist. 

You shrugged. Both of you watched the tall blond man pushing past people, growing closer. 

“These events are the bane of my existence,” you sighed. “I need to do something to keep them interesting. 

Sam chuckled. Steve had finally broken through the crowd and was now standing in front of you. 

“Good luck with him,” Sam said before he shot you a wink and slipped off further into the room. 

It was just you and Steve now. The glass in your hand was beginning to slip from how clammy your hands had gone. It didn’t matter how many times he looked at you, Steve always made you feel like you were the only thing that existed. 

“Do you like it?” you asked, running your free hand down your side. The silk was smooth and cool, but it did little to calm the adrenaline running through you.

Steve didn’t respond, but he took a step forward. He took three deep breaths before he allowed his eyes to drift down your body. His resolve came crashing down. 

“Come with me,” he muttered, wrapping his arm around you and tugging you off towards the bathrooms. 

You sighed, no real annoyance behind it. “Steve, I just got here. I can’t be leaving already.”

Steve glared down at you and you couldn’t help but grin. 

He pushed the bathroom door open so hard it slammed against the wall and echoed throughout the room. He didn’t even bother to check if the stalls were empty before he was clicking the main door’s lock into place and scooping you up into his arms.

You giggled as you gripped his shoulders. Steve placed you down on the counter, in between the two sinks. Instantly, his mouth was on your neck and he was pushing your dress up, bunching it at your waist. 

“You look absolutely divine, lovebug,” he said, his voice muffled by your neck. "That dress was made for you. You were made for me."

You let out a sharp breath as Steve nipped at your skin. “T-thank you.” You could feel as his mouth contorted into a smile. 

Steve’s hands drifted up your body. His fingertips traced the neckline of your dress and you shivered under his light touches. He pulled away from you, his smile gone, a hungry look on his face instead. 

“I need to give a speech in ten minutes,” he said. His voice was strained. 

You nodded, readying yourself to hop down off the counter and fix yourself up so you could return to the party.

Steve stopped you. “I never said you could go. Sit that pretty ass still and let me make the most of these ten minutes,” he growled. 

Your eyes widened as you watched Steve drop to his knees before you. You’d been dating for six months now, and he’d gone down on you plenty of times. It was no secret it was an enjoyable experience for the both of you. But you’d never done anything like this in public, especially not when there were hundreds of people just on the other side of the door.

And you weren’t known for being quiet. 

Steve’s hands caressed your thighs as he slowly pushed your dress higher and higher. When he was able to, he tucked his head under your dress and covered himself back up.

His head was now hidden to you, but you could feel him no problem.

You could feel Steve’s hot breath against your clothed core. A high pitched moan escaped you when Steve licked against your panties. The pressure had you attempting to grind against his face. 

Quickly, Steve tugged the lacy fabric down your legs, tossing it behind him. You didn’t look at where it had landed. 

As soon as the barrier was gone, his mouth was on you again. You fell back against the mirrors, and your hand moved under your dress to grip his hair. Steve’s tongue was lapping at you so fast your eyesight was going blurry.

It took all of your strength to keep quiet and not alert the entire party to the shenanigans that were happening in the bathroom. 

The thought of someone walking in sent a shot of nerves shooting through you, but also had you throbbing around Steve’s tongue.

His hands were gripping your thighs tight, forcing them to stay open despite your best efforts to slam them shut. The sounds Steve was making were almost as loud as you were. You didn’t understand it, but sometimes it seemed like Steve found eating you out just as pleasurable as you did.

His fingers began circling your clit as his tongue moved in and out of you. 

The feelings were so overwhelming you couldn’t even form a coherent thought anymore. The only sounds in the otherwise silent bathroom were your heavy breathy, Steves moans, and the sound of your wet pussy as Steve pushed his fingers in and out of you, now sucking on your bud.

Your nipples tightened in the air as the dress began shifting and exposed your chest. Instead of covering yourself back up, your hands moved the fabric even further out of the way and began tweaking your hard nipples.

The mixture of all the different simulations was intense and soon your fingers stilled. Your body locked up as your brain refused to focus on anything other than the feeling Steve was bringing you. 

Just as you felt like you might explode, Steve lifted away from your core, just the slightest bit. 

“Come on, lovebug. Give it to me. Paint my tongue. I want you to be all I can taste when I give my speech.”

His dirty words had you gasping loudly as your legs shook and your vision went blurry. Not once did Steve stop lapping at you.

“Fuck Steve,” you moaned. 

It wasn’t until your body began to sag against the mirrors that he reappeared from under your dress. 

The huge grin on his face had you wheezing out a laugh. 

Steve lifted you off the counter and helped you readjust your dress. He pressed a quick kiss to your forehead. 

“I gotta go give that speech. Thanks for the pep talk though, lovebug,” he said, licking his lips before he slipped out of the bathroom.

You took another minute to fix your appearance, doing your best to make sure no one would be able to tell you’d just been taken apart in the bathroom. It was no use. Everyone who knew you and Steve knew you couldn’t keep your hands off of each other. 

After wiping your sweaty neck with a paper towel, you make your exit from the bathroom.

You glanced up at Steve who was on the small stage, giving his long awaited speech. His eyes found yours instantly and he smiled. He gestured down to the pocket on the front of his suit and your eyes widened. 

There, where his green lapel had once been, was now a piece of red lace. You knew if anyone looked too close, they’d be able to tell Steve had replaced his lapel with your panties. 

The thought made you clench around nothing. The smirk on Steve’s face told you he knew exactly what kind of reaction he was getting. 

As soon as he was done with his speech you were going to be dragging him back into that bathroom. And this time, it’d be you dropping onto your knees. 

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[awkwardauthorwrites]

Nancy Mulligan

Word Count: 2.5k

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol. Pure fluff

Authors Note: Previously on awkward-author. Listen to the song here 

It wasn’t that Steve didn’t want to be there – because he did. Really. Despite Tony’s eye-rolling and Bucky’s incessant need to flirt with the single women within earshot. He was just bored. He had been to an insanely large number of parties and events within the past two weeks, and this was no different to any of the others. The alcohol was flowing, the band was loud and the people were bordering on obnoxious. With a small sigh, Steve swirled the whiskey in his glass before taking a large swig and finishing it all. 

“There he is!” Bucky threw an arm around his best friend, a bottle held loosely in between his metal fingers. “What are you doing way over here, punk? We’re off duty, have some fun!”

“How much have you had to drink?” Steve shook Bucky’s arm away from him and frowned at the super solider. “You’re drunk.”

“I’m not,” Bucky scoffed and rolled his eyes, his words clearly slurring. “I’m having a good time. Something you should be doing too.”

“I’m having fun.”

“Clearly.” Bucky obviously did not believe a word he said, because he held his bottle out for Steve to take a sip. “Look, I know you don’t wanna talk about it, but you and Sharon called it quits weeks ago. It’s time to move on.” Steve took a swig from the drink and quickly pulled a face at the horrid taste it left in his mouth. “Some of the girls I’ve been talking to have asked about you. Do you want me to introduce you to one of them?”

“Nah, I’ll be alright,” Steve shook his head and risked another sip before handing the awful-tasting drink back to Bucky. “Thanks though. Jerk.”

“Punk.”

“Tell me you love me, boys,” Tony joined them, all but jumping into his seat as he proudly placed a bottle in the centre of their table.

“Tony, we’ve talked about this,” Bucky tried to keep a straight face. “You’re great and all, but I just don’t swing that way.”

“You’ll be changing your mind pretty fast when you see what I’ve got.” Tony turned the bottle around to show off the label, which read Property of Thor Odinson.

“He’ll kill you.”

“Is that going to stop you from having some?”

“Absolutely not,” Bucky scoffed and pulled the Asgardian liquor over before pouring himself a generous helping. “Stevie, do you –”

“Tony!” a feminine voice cut Bucky off. The three men all turned to look over at the woman approaching them, a wide smile on her face. Steve swore the world stopped spinning as he caught her eye. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, wearing a simple, yet elegant dress that looked a lot like something from the 40s.

“Y/N!” the billionaire stood up and tugged her into a tight hug. “You didn’t tell me you would be coming to this.” He pulled away to give her an accusing glare. “I thought you were still in London?”

“Well, you know me,” something akin to mischief sparkled in her eyes. “I’m never far from an open bar.” Her eyes slid over Bucky and Steve, and the latter could have sworn the half-smile she sent his way was unlike anything he had ever seen before. He didn’t know if it was aimed at him or his best friend, but god, did he hope it was for him. “Good to see you again, Sergeant Barnes.”

“Likewise, Agent L/N,” Bucky smiled and pulled her into a gentle hug. “Or are you Y/N Maas, now?” He looked down her left hand, and then once more when he noticed her bare left finger.

“It’s still L/N.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“I’m not,” she shrugged casually and turned her head to look at Steve. “Captain America, I assume?”

“S-Steve,” the super soldier cringed slightly and cleared his throat. “Please, call me Steve, Agent L/N.”

“Y/N,” she corrected him with the same half-smile that that had disarmed him before. He doubted even his shield could protect him from the glint of mischief that seemed to sparkle in her eyes. Steve decided that the best defence, was a good offense.

“Y/N,” he repeated, a crooked grin of his own appearing as he brought her hand up and pressed a kiss on her skin. He was shocked to say the least, if it were any other woman she’d be melting in his hands right about now, but instead, she shot him a brief wink and another one of those adorable, coy smiles. Steve was glad that she had her back to Tony and Bucky, because that meant she missed the looks of surprise that flitted across their faces, before the smug smiles appeared. The men invited her to sit with them, and it provided Steve with the perfect opportunity to stare at her, enraptured, as she told them a story about the latest mission she had been sent on.

I was twenty-four years oldWhen I met the woman I would call my own.Twenty-two grandkids now growing oldIn that house that your brother bought ya.

The band started to play a new song, and Steve wasn’t surprised to note that he didn’t recognise the tune the guitarist was plucking out. The last remaining couples cleared the dance floor, distaste evident on their face at the upbeat melody. A few children, clad in overly expensive outfits, ran forward, their laughs echoing over the music as they began to fool around in the large empty space. Steve couldn’t help but smile as he watched them and began to fondly remember how he had acted the same back in his day. He was a terrible dancer – and he still was – but spinning a pretty girl around was fun. Especially when they didn’t mind if he stood on their feet.

“Come and dance with me, Stark,” Y/N demanded as she got to her feet.

“Oh no, not after last time,” Tony shook his head with a laugh. “My poor feet won’t be able to keep up with you. Besides, I’ve drank so much of this Asgardian ale, I honestly don’t know which realm I’m in!”

“Tony, I know you think that this stuff doesn’t affect you, and to be honest you’ve even surprised Thor, but if you drink much more it may kill you,” she shook her head at the man and tried to extract the bottle form his grip.

“Are you calling me an alcoholic? Because let me tell you!” he pointed at her wildly, his arm waving around to stay steady. She took advantage of his momentary distraction and slipped the drink out of his hands, before slyly handing the bottle over to Steve. “I am drinking half as much as I used to. Besides, you drink this stuff all the time, I mean you put it in your coffee, surely that makes you more of an alcoholic than me?”

“I don’t go to meetings,” she crossed her arms over her chest and frowned at Tony.

“What?”

“Alcoholics go to meetings, Stark. I’m a drunk. Besides, this stuff doesn’t have the same effect on me as it does you. Now, go and get a glass of water before you die.”

“I haven’t died yet! I’m starting to think I can’t be killed.”

“That’s the ale talking.”

“Really? That’s not what it said to me! Have you been saying things behind my back?” he glared at the bottle in front of Steve accusingly, which prompted the blond to let out a low chuckle. “Whatever,” Tony rubbed his face and tried to get to his feet unsteadily. “I’m gonna see if the drink has any more bar.” He just about managed to stand up before his legs gave out from under him and he fell back down into his chair. “As soon as I figure out where my legs went…”

“Boys?” she looked over at Bucky and Steve. They both looked up at her curiously, and in Bucky’s case, through alcohol-clouded eyes. “Do one of you want to dance?” Her eyes lingered on the blond for a second, something the brunet took note of, albeit slowly. Bucky drunkenly blinked at her for a moment, one eye after the other, before claiming he was too tired after spending half of the night on the floor. Steve could feel the butterflies building in his stomach as he knew what his best friend was about to suggest. He honestly couldn’t understand how he could go up against Hydra, the Chitauri and an army of evil robo-starks with relative confidence, but a single woman could shatter his nerves.

“What about Steve?” Buck mumbled, drunkenly gesturing towards his petrified friend, bottle in hand.

“Maybe later,” Steve replied, trying his best to sound like his usual, confident self.

“I’ll hold you to that, soldier,” she smiled at the men before turning and walking towards the dance floor. The children on the floor welcomed her with open arms, and she quickly kicked off her high heels to join them.

“What’s wrong with you?” Bucky’s hand met the back of Steve’s head. “Go and dance with her!”

“Leave it alone, Bucky.” It was clear from the stern, finality to his tone that Steve was not in the mood to listen to his friends chastise him, so the brunet dropped the subject and turned to strike up a conversation with Tony, who was currently watching the Captain through the corner of his eye. Steve took no notice however, as his gaze was firmly fixed on the stunning woman whirling around to the music.

Steve was enraptured. Her hair had spilled out of its fancy up-do, and flowed around her as she twirled around in style. Some of the present party-goers frowned at the sight, but the majority watched her intently, clearly as taken with her fluidity as Steve was. Tony and Bucky stood up to grab the former a drink, leaving Steve alone at the table to watch Y/N glide across the floor. Her movements were unplanned and uncoordinated, and she stumbled a few times as she span, but somehow, she still managed to move with the grace of a ballerina.

She must have caught Tony’s eye as he waited for his drinks by the bar, because before Steve could blink, Y/N had grabbed Iron Man by the hand and dragged him out to dance with her. It was obvious that the disgruntled face that Tony had plastered on was an act, because he easily kept up with her as they both danced around on the empty floor. His movements were sloppy in comparison to hers, but then again, Steve mused, he doubted that anyone moved as elegantly as she did, especially not with half a litre of Asgardian ale in their stomach.

The violin joined in with the music, sparking a new Irish flame to the music. Being sat so close to the dance floor, Steve could easily hear Y/N’s laugh of mirth as she threw her head back and began to spin herself in a circle. Tony, along with a few other people who were watching, began to clap their hand in time to the music, or banged their fists against the tabletops. The stern, uptight façade on their faces was fading away the longer they watched Y/N dance across the floor with Tony and the children following her lead.

“You should go up there,” Bucky nudged Steve gently as he sat back down. He pushed a fresh glass of whiskey in front of Steve and rolled his eyes at the surprised expression on his friend’s face. “Come on, punk. It’s not every day you meet a dame like her. It’s not the 40s anymore – you’re Captain America – go and talk to her.”

“I’ll probably just step on her feet and embarrass myself,” Steve shook his head and sipped his drink.

“You think Tony hasn’t already?” Bucky chuckled and bumped his friend again. “Go. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“Everything, now that you’ve said that.”

“Get over there, punk,” Bucky insisted, as he all but pushed the blond out of his seat. 

“Jerk.” Steve straightened up and nervously fiddled with his suit jacket, before shrugging it off and making his way over to the dance floor. He lingered on the edge of the floor with some others, not quite joining in as he began to hesitate. What if she didn’t want to dance with him? He didn’t have much time to think about it, because Tony had noticed him standing on the corner of the dance floor, and quickly excused himself with a red face as he stumbled over to Steve.

“Swap.” Tony gasped for breath and tumbled by him to sit down. Clearly, he didn’t have a choice in the matter, because Tony quickly shoved him forward, and into Y/N’s awaiting arms. She grinned up at him, and he could have sworn the whole world slowed to a stop as she took his hand in hers and placed a hand on his shoulder. She was patient with him, and didn’t complain as he faltered and stepped on her feet clumsily. He was sure his face went red as he stuttered out an apology, but she simply giggled spiralled around him before facing him once more.

He took a step back and stomped along to the music with everyone else. He was content just watching her as she tilted her head back, arms over her head as she clapped along and skilfully pivoted herself so that she was spinning around in circles. She didn’t seem to stumble or lose her balance once – or if she did, Steve didn’t notice. She was perfect to him, and when the song came to a stop and she eventually fell into his arms, he could help but laugh and hold her upright.

“Are you alright there, darling?”

“Fine,” she chuckled and pressed her forehead to his chest. “Just give me a second to stop the room from spinning.” The band started up again as the cheers died down, a slower song playing this time. He could see Bucky and Tony gesturing wildly to him over the top of her head, and once again, he was glad her back was to his teammates. He would need to talk to them about subtlety later, but in that moment, he tightened his hold around her and gently began to sway along to the music. Y/N didn’t seem to mind, and the second she was feeling alright, she wound her arms around Steve’s broad shoulders so that she could move back and forth alongside him.

Something tightened in his chest as she lowered her head to rest on his shoulder. Steve thought he knew love before, with Peggy and then with Sharon, but this felt different. It was stronger, more terrifying. He knew, even though he had just met her, that he would do anything she asked him to. He had only known her for an hour, but she had him wrapped around her little finger, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. Steve wanted to know her better, to see if he could take this further. He just hoped that she felt the same way. 

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[kaunis-sielu]

Presidential: 6

The Summit is nice, it’s a politician’s wet dream of an event. You wonder for the millionth time since Tony had forced this date on you why had Dr. Strange wanted to come to this event? He’s charming and only mildly attentive, which works just fine for you. He doesn’t notice the look you share with Steve when he launches into another story, one where he’s the hero. A group of women have gathered around him, you watch with cool eyes as he flirts with them. You didn’t want him here in the first place so you don’t care much.

“Stephen.” You say pulling his attention for a moment.

“Dr. Strange, dear.” He corrects. Arrogant jackass.

“First Lady.” You respond coolly, “I’ll be right back. I’m going to the ladies.” He nods before turning his attention away again. Steve offers you his arm, you take it with a forced smile.

“Keep smiling.” Steve mutters and it actually makes you laugh.

“Tell Bucky I’m gonna need that flask he keeps in his left pocket.”

“How do you know about that?” Steve asks with a surprised glance down at you.

“Last week when he plowed through that crowd with me practically glued to him. I could feel it.” You tell him as the two of you round a corner toward the bathrooms.

“Buck bring the flask.” Steve mutters into his sleeve and you laugh again pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“My hero!” You lean back against the wall before looking back up at him, “Oh, I got lipstick on your face.” He wipes at it but it doesn’t come off. “Here let me.” You offer straitening up and moving toward him. You gently wipe the dark lipstick from his cheek, his all seeing blue eyes watching you the whole time. He looks like he’s about to say something when Bucky’s even steps fill the hallway.

“Lady.“ He grins passing you the flask out of his inside pocket. It’s about half full.

“Please tell me you all haven’t drank this much tonight.”

“No, it’s for when we’re done with you for the night, we all take a swig.” Steve says, you can see the laughter in his eyes.

“And we don’t drink from it on the job.” Bucky tells you as you undo the cap,

“Didn’t know I was such a pain in the ass you had to celebrate every time you got to be rid of me for a night.” You tease them before taking a swig, “Damn that’s smooth.” The liquid burns down your throat in a pleasant way.

“Only the best for you Lady.” Bucky says with a wink and you laugh.

“At least he’s only here for tonight.“ You say with a sigh passing back the flask and taking the mint Steve offers to get the alcohol off your breath. The two men nod in agreement, Dr. Strange hasn’t exactly been kind to your team, not like your friends are. He pretty much ignores them like they’re not good enough for him to talk to. “Just tonight.” You mutter before taking the arm Steve offers again and making your way back to the summit.

But you’re wrong. Dr. Stephen Strange becomes your permanent escort. When you’re not with Tony he’s there, and for a man like Tony who loves a party he seems to be absent from quite a few. Dr. Strange gets more and more obnoxious, he gets more into himself, and pays less attention to you when you slip away to have a quiet moment with Steve, Sam, Bucky or Scott. They’re honestly your saviors.

When the music starts at yet another event you’ve been forced out to Dr. Strange at you’re stunned when he stands and offers you his hand.

“Dance?” He asks and with what feels like all the eyes in the room on the two of you it’s impossible to refuse.

“Oh. Sure.“ You tell him with a smile and he leads you out to the dance floor. One of his hands goes to the small of your back, the other is wrapped around your hand. He doesn’t talk, just moves you to the music. It’s uncomfortable but you force a smile on your face. It’s not until his hand creeps to your ass that you speak. "Move your hand up.” You say through gritted teeth, your lips stay pulled into a smile but your eyes go hard as you glare up at him. He doesn’t meet your gaze.

“What?”

“Dr. Strange. Move your hand up or I’ll call my team over for sexual assault.” You hiss through your smile.

“Most women would consider themselves lucky to be seen with me.” He comments moving his hand to just above your ass. You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and start to count to 100. One of the boys should be over here to rescue you before then. He’s leaning in, oh god he’s leaning in for a kiss and you don’t want to kiss him but you don’t know what to do. At the very last second you’re able to turn your face just enough that his mouth lands on the corner of yours. Someone clears their throat.

“Lady you’ve got a phone call.” Steve says looking furious.

“Thank you. Excuse me Doctor.” You untangle yourself from his arms and Steve leads you out of the room and away from the crowds.

“You okay?” He asks lowly, his body is tense, you’ve only used your secret hair tucking code twice for a rescue.

“I hate him. I’m done. I’m done with this whole charade.” You fume pacing the width of the hallway. “He kissed me! Or, I guess attempted to. I’m never going to get the feeling of his mouth off of mine.” You complain as you rub a hand over your lips. “I just- ugh!” Steve catches your arm and gently turns you toward him before planting a kiss on your lips. It takes you a second to register that his mouth is on yours. You kiss him back, your fingers going to the back of his head, one of his arms wrapping tightly around your waist. He pulls away from you like you’re on fire and you stare up at him in confusion.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.” His voice is ragged.

“Then why did you?”

“Because it was all I could think about.” He says running a hand through his hair, “I shouldn’t have.”

“But you did. And if I can be completely honest with you Steve I’m glad you did.” His surprised blue eyes swing back to study your face.

“You’re glad?” He whispers, like he can hardly believe it.

“Yes.” You tell him softly, “Yea, I’m glad.”

“Why?” He demands.

“Because, I like you Steve. I think you’re kind, honest, brave, handsome and I like that you make me feel safe. You drive me a little crazy with all your rules but in the long run I know when shit goes down you’ve got me.“ You tell him as you move slowly across the hallway to him.

"I make you feel safe?” He asks quietly and you can’t help the small laugh that slips past your lips.

“Does that surprise you?” You ask turning to lean against the wall next to him.

“It’s just nice to hear.” He admits, he turns so that you’re between him and the wall, something that you’re not even sure he realizes he’s done. Sam had told you it was a protective position, with the wall at your back they only had to worry about protecting you from three sides. You can feel the heat coming off of him as he leans closer. “I should probably be removed from your detail.”

“Now why would you do something as stupid as that?” You ask reaching out and tugging on the lapels of his black suit jacket, holding him to you.

“It could get messy.” He murmurs, his eyes flicking down to your lips.

“If my opinion counts at all I’d rather have someone who cares about me protecting my life than a stranger.” He looks uncertain and you sigh, “Let’s talk about this later okay? I need to get back.” Steve nods and offers you his hand. You take it and he presses your knuckles to his lips before he tucks it into the crook of his arm. The two of you walk back into the room in comfortable silence, at least until you see Dr. Strange leering in your direction. “All clear.” Steve mutters into his mic before you release his arm.

“Oh and Steve?” He glances down at you, “If Dr. Strange grabs my ass or tries to kiss me again I’m considering it sexual assault. I may not wait for one of you to get to me.” You pretend not to see the little smirk on his face when he nods.

“Is everything alright?” Dr. Strange says, you’re mildly surprised that he gives a shit.

“Yes.” You lie easily, he doesn’t need to know anything more than that and when he realizes that’s your full answer he nods clearly not paying much attention now that he knows it’s nothing that concerns him. You sit down and close your eyes for a second, a smile on your face as you let out a long slow breath. He really is the worst.

The rest of the evening passes quickly, on your way back to the White House you text Tony, letting him know that you’ll no longer be taking Dr. Strange as your date to events. You don’t care if you have to stop going to events, you’re done being pimped out. He’s not happy but you really don’t care. You’re not surprised when your phone rings and you see it’s Tony.

“Heads up boys, this could get awkward.” You tell him before answering.

“You do not get to decide to just end the agreement.” Tony says as a way of greeting.

“The hell I don’t.” You argue back, “He sexually assaulted me Tony!” You feel both Sam and Scott tense up next to you at the words. Steve holds up two fingers telling them to wait and it’ll be talked about later.

“Excuse me?” Tony sneers,

“He grabbed my ass and kissed me!”

“That’s not- are you sure it was sexual assault?”

“Tony. He put his hands on me in a sexual way and I did not want or appreciate it.”

“You’re right, you’re right. Okay, you don’t have to take him anymore. I still don’t think it’s appropriate for you to take your security detail but I’m not going to stop you.”

“Thank you.” You hang up then and sigh down at the phone.

“We’re done with Strange boys.” You tell them with a smile, you expect some sort of whoop or cheer but you’re greeted with silence. “Is everything okay?”

“He sexually assaulted you?” Scott asks lowly, his voice tight and when you look over at him you see the fury on his face.

“Uh, yea.”

“And you didn’t tell us because?” Sam asks, his eye narrowed at you.

“Um, because I had it handled?” Why do you suddenly feel like a scolded child?

“But you shouldn’t have had to.” Bucky says from the front seat, “We could’ve and would have loved to removed him with extreme prejudice.”

“You guys hated him that much huh?”

“Lady, he was a jackass.” Scott says simply, “He was never nice to you.”

“No, he wasn’t. Not like a real date should be.” Steve says, your eyes meet his in the rear view mirror and you smile when you hear him give a satisfied little sigh. “Which is why I’d like to go on a date with Lady.” Steve blurts. The three other men in the car stare at him before turning their gazes on you.

“You what?” Bucky demands, his tone hard and cold.

“I’d like to go on a date with Lady”

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Infinity War (Captain America series) Part 1/2

Summary: This series are inspired by my fic LOCKED IN THE ELEVATOR WITH A STRANGER (ONE-SHOT)  I thought about what would happen if the reader had been in the elevator scene of Captain America: The Winter Soldier and then i decided to make the rest of the movies where Steve’s appears from the reader point of view! I hope you like this! English is my third language so im sorry if there’s any misspellings.

Pairing(s): Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: none.

Gifs aren’t mine

Captain America: The Winter Soldier Part 1 , Part 2

Captain America: Civil War Part 1 Part 2

You are resting on Steve's chest, recovering your breathing. "I love your new look" You say playing with his beard. "It helps me to go unnoticed" he says before kissing your neck. "I wouldn't say that, I think you call even more attention now, not like Captain America, just like a very attractive man" you say raising an eyebrow and he laughs. "that's not true" "you remember the girl at the reception? she was eating you with her eyes" you say. "are you jealous?" he has a smile on his face. "yeah... i look amazing and she didn't even look at me" you say and he laughs. "you look more than amazing" he says kissing you, things where heating up when you hear groans from Sam's room. "OMG" you say covering your ears "i hate this place" "suddenly I want to go for a walk" Steve says with flushed cheeks. "Me too, I do not want to hear this" You say getting out of bed.

"I bet you 20$ that is the girl at the reception" You say walking with Steve. "Deal" he says taking your hand. "Are you still worried about Wanda?" Wanda hasn't communicated for 4 days. "She should have already returned or at least communicated with us, we don't even know where she is" he says frowning. "she's fine" you say. "how do you know that?" he ask you. "it's Wanda, she's the most powerful of us" you say emphasizing the obvious "besides, she is not alone" you say smiling. "what? who's with her?" Steve stops walking. "i can't tell you, i promissed her but trust me, she's fine, she just wants more time" you say squeezing his hand. "I still worry" he say looking at you. "you wouldn't be you if you didn't"  you give him a quick kiss "we all deserve a break...not everything in life are missions" "I know" he says kissing your forehead.

You were walking with Steve when the picture of a newspaper catches your attention. "they're getting married?!" you say when you see the cover of today's newspaper. "who?" Steve says confused. "Tony and Pepper" You say reading the newspaper. "That's great!" He says smiling but you know what he's thinking. "I know you'd like to talk to him and congratulate him, but I don't think it's a good idea, he has the phone... if he wanted to fix things he would have called you" You know it's not what he wanted to hear, but it's the truth. "I know i just...I miss him that's it, he was my friend"  he says with a sad look "he's happy Steve, that's all that matters" you say caressing his face "I'm cold, do you think we can go back?" "let's hope he's finished" he says giving you his jacket.

When you arrive at the motel you see the reception girl leave Sam's room. "I told you" you say with a smile on your face when Steve gives you 20$. "Whats up guys?" Sam says when he sees you. "you own me 20$" Steve says to Sam. "what? why?" "He'll explain it to you tomorrow" you say entering your room. You were asleep in Steve's arms when someone knocked on the door. "Whoever it is, I'm going to kill him" you say yawning. Steve puts on his pants before opening the door. "Nat?" he says surprised. "have you seen the news? Tony..." Nat start saying before you interrupt her. "we know... he's getting married" You say sitting on the bed. "No, he's missing" Nat says getting your attention. "what? how?" Steve asks. "in the attack on NY, he just disappeared" she reports. "we need to find him" you say getting dressed. "but how?" Nat asks. "Vision" you say thinking aloud. "We don't know where he is" Steve says looking at you. "he's with Wanda" you say biting your lip. "wait what?" Steve says confused "Great, we also don't know where she is" "I know where she is, I promised her I wouldn't say anything but this is important" you say finally. "suit up, we leave in 5 minutes" He says before Nat leaves the room leaving you alone with him "why didn't  you tell me?" "I understand that you are upset but I promised her I wouldn't say anything, They needed time to know what they wanted" you explain and you can see how the anger disappears from his eyes. "put on the suit" he says pulling his suit out from under the bed. "Steve... we'll find him" you say hugging him from behind. "Maybe if I ... if things were like before, this wouldn't have happened" he says and you give him a kiss on the shoulder. "This is not your fault, let's go for Vision and Wanda, together we will find Tony" You say kissing him before you go and put on your suit.

while flying over the small town where Wanda and Vision were you see red lights and explosions, then you recognize Wanda and Vision when they are thrown against the roof of the train station. As soon as the plane touches the ground Steve runs out to them. You hate when he does that, run off leaving others behind, not all of you are super soldiers. When you arrive at the train station Steve is fighting with aliens¿? You don't think twice before launching yourself against them, Sam knocks them down, so you take the scepter of one of them and you stick it in his stomach, the woman was about to attack you when Steve blocks his blow protecting you. The alien you hurt is on the ground so  Steve, Nat and you fight against the woman until she is disarmed. "we don't want to kill you" you say. "but we will" Nat says with a smile. "you'll never had the chance again" the alien says before a light takes them, just like in the movies. "Wanda, Vision!!" you run towards them. "Y/N" she says hugging you "thanks for coming" you help Wanda with Vision who is injured. "Thank you Captain" Vision says, it's been two years since the airport fight. "lets go to the plane" he says.

"the deal was to contact every two days" Nat says on the plane. "we just wanted more time" Wanda says caressing Vision face. "well that time almost kills you" Sam says. "Sam" you warn him "Vision you have to help us find Tony" "I don't know how... the stone, I am very weak" vision says. "what do we do now?" Sam asks. "Rhodey" Steve says serious. "Do you want to go and talk to who is chasing us?" Sam says with irony. "It is the only option, he will help us" Steve says. "you don't know that"  Sam says raising his voice. "he's his best friend, he will, and if he doesn't... it's a risk that I am willing to take, you don't have to come with me" Steve says. "i'm going" you say without hesitation. "me too" Nat adds. "Fine, but if they catch us I'll get the biggest cell" Sam jokes. "Let's go home" Steve says . He's worried and you don't know how to help him, you can only hope that Rhodey will help you.

"I can't believe we're going to do this..." Sam says before entering the room. "Mr. Secretary" Steve says when you enter the room. "you had some nerves... i'll give you that" "you could use some of that right now" Nat says. "the world is on fire, and you think all is forgiven?" "I'm not looking for forgivness, and i'm way past ask for permision" Steve says and it fills you with pride. " Earth just lost your best defender, so we're here to fight" you say. "if you wanna stand in our way, we'll fight you too" Steve says taking a step forward. "arrest them" he says and Rhodey nods before cutting the transmission. "i'ts grate to see you Cap" Rhodey says with a smile "Y/N" he says hugging you "you guys... really look like crap" he jokes. "Well the hotels weren't a five stars" Sam adds. "i ... i think you look grate" you hear Bruce, he's back? "hi Bruce" Nat says and you cant help but smile, you could feel the tension in the air. "This is awkward" Sam says and you hit him in the stomach "hey.." "shut up" you say.

"so... they're coming back" Rhodey says. "and they know how to find us" Wanda says worried. "Thanos has the biggest armada in the universe, he's not going to stop until he gets Vision's stone" Bruce explains. "well he have to protect him" Nat adds. "No, we have to destroy the stone" Vision says and the room went silent. "but that would kill you" Wanda says without believing what Vision is saying. "get rid of the stone is the only way that we can make sure Thanos doesn't win" Vision  says and Your eyes are fixed on Steve, who is very quiet. Something tells you that he is thinking about the decision he had to make to save the world 70 years ago. What he lost. "only you have the power to do it Wanda" Vision says. "No... you can't ask me that" You can see how Wanda struggles to contain the tears. "one live can't get on the way of saving the universe" Vision say to Wanda. "but it should" Steve says speaking for the first time "we do not trade lives" "You did the same thing 70 years ago, tell me how this is different" Steve didn't know how to answer but Bruce has another idea, if they can separate the stone from  Vision, they can destroy the stone without destroying Vision. "I know a place to do it" Steve offers "get ready, we do not have time to lose"

"Steve, are you okay?" you ask when you are alone in the room. "an alien wants to destroy half of the universe, do you think I'm okay?"  he replied defensively. "Steve... i saw you when Vision and Wanda were talking about sacrifice..." you start saying. "I don't want them to make the same mistake as i did" he says looking at the ground. "sacrifice yourself for the rest of the world? i would do the same thing as Vision" you say. "No, i wouldn't let you" he says staring at you. "that's not your decision" you say upset but you decide to calm down "Steve, what you did... was very brave but i know how much you lost that day" "I don't want you to think that I'm not happy with you" He says caressing your face "but i don't want them to suffer like i did, they deserve to be happy. Now we have an option, I will do everything possible to avoid them suffering....I love you Y/N" He says kissing and you know it's true, you know he loves you, but a small part of you is hurt by Steve's reaction. "let's go to see Buck" You say separating yourself from him and going to the plane.

PART 2

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#chris evans #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans fanfic #chris evans x reader #captain amercia #captain america fanfic #captain america x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers fanfiction #Steve Rogers #infinity war fanfic #infinity war #marvel #MARVEL FANDOM #marvel fanfiction #fanfiction

[ainstgirl]

A PICTURE CAN CHANGE YOUR LIFE (Part 8)

This is my first fic so…. be nice? English is my third language so im sorry if there’s any misspelling.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: None.

PART 7 

Chris wakes up the next morning when he hears the noise of the coffee maker, when he looks at the other side of the bed it's empty. You were preparing breakfast when Chris kisses your neck.   "good morning" he was only wearing his underwear since you were wearing his shirt. "good morning beautiful" he says, giving you another kiss. "so ...that happened, Should we talk about it?" you say turning around to be face to face with him. "you regret it?" Chris ask you. "Of course not, but last night you were drunk and ..." you start saying "I love you and I want to be with you" he says looking at your eyes. "I want the same thing, but I think it's best if we keep it a secret, at least for now" you said. "I think the same...Now, where were we?" He lifts you up so you can sit on the counter while he kisses you slowly. You put your legs around his waist so you can be closer to him making the kiss deeper, Chris only stops kissing you so he can take off your shirt, he lets out a grunt when you bite his lip...

"OH MY GOOD!  my eyes!!!" your heart almost stops when you hear Sebastian. "What are you doing here?" you scream while trying to cover yourself. "Stop looking at her" Chris says while he covers you with his body so you can put on your shirt. "oh god, I'm sorry" he says turning around. "What are you doing in my apartment without permission Sebastian? the key was only for emergencies!"  you get off the counter. "It was an emergency, I didn't have any eggs left" he says excusing himself. "He has a key?" Chris  asks raising an eyebrow. "Seriously, that's what worries you?" you said. "So ...  you're together?" Sebastian asks with a smile. "We have kept it a secret for what.... 5 minutes?" you laugh. "we want to keep it a secret, so not a word ,to anyone" Chris says taking some eggs out of the fridge "now go away" "I know how to keep a secret" Sebastian is about to leave when he stops at the door " Wait a moment, the sounds I heard last night ...you two?"  He says with a smile before closing the door.

"Oh my god" You cover your face with your hands "I won't be able to look at his face again" you said blushing. "Why does he have a key?" Chris asks you as if nothing  had happened. "really?" you say rolling your eyes "I'm going to take a shower.....Are you coming?" You tell him while taking off your shirt and Chris takes less than a second to be by your side kissing you with passion.

You and Chris had been dating for a month, keeping the secret on set was complicated but luckily you had Sebastian to help you.

"What do you want to do tonight?" you ask Chris who had just arrived from set. "I'm exhausted, so whatever you want" he gives you a quick kiss. "What do you think if we watch a movie? and since you're going to fall sleep as soon as the movie starts, I'll  choose it." "sounds perfect" Chris says lying down next to you. "then let's see ..... The Man from U.N.C.L.E." you say smiling. "whatever you want , Love" Chris was so tired that before the movie started he fell asleep, but he opened his eyes when he heard Henry's voice. "what are you watching?" Chris says suddenly sitting up. "I told you, The Man from U.N.C.L.E." You say as if nothing. "I hate that movie" he says turning off the movie. "hey, I was watching that" "I'm not going to fall asleep while you watch your ex" he says rolling his eyes. "Henry is not my ex, we only went out once" You couldn't believe Chris's jealousy. "He kissed you, I saw you" He says jealous. "Yes but, who did I end the night with?"  you say sitting on top of him. "with a very lucky man" Chris says kissing you and you can't help but smile. He clings to your body while kissing you. "I thought you were tired" you say biting his lip. "I'm never tired for you, love"  he kisses you with passion. He helps you to take off your shirt when his phone rings. "don't answer" You say kissing his neck, but his phone keeps ringing, Chris looks at his phone and sees that it's Sebastian so he keep kissing you. "finally" You say when the it finally stops, but then, your phone starts ringing. "it's Sebastian... I'd better answer him or he wont leave us alone"  you say when you see who is calling you. "If he calls us because he ran out of eggs, I'll kill him" Chris says before you answer the phone. "It better be important Sebastian" you say while Chris kisses your neck. "Turn on the Tv, channel 5" he  simply says. Chris looks at you confused when you turn on the tv, but then you see it... "I will call you later" you say to Sebastian before hanging up. On the TV screen there was a picture of you and Chris kissing. Chris was wearing his Captain America suit with sunglasses, you remember that day, there was no one around, so Chris kissed you before going back to film his scene. Under the photo was a text that said: Chris Evans cheats on Jenny Slate with Civil War co-star Y/N.

"Hey, don't worry, we will make a statement explaining the situation" Chris says turning off the tv. "I'm going to call my publicist"  he kisses you before leaving the room. "oh my god" You can't believe what you saw.... you decided to check social media to see what people said. "An advice, never look at your social media when these things happens" Chris says sitting next to you. "half of the people say horrible things about me and the other half likes me more than Jenny" you say looking at the ground. "hey look at me, we'lll fix this" He says kissing you on your forehead. This was the reason why you wanted to keep your relationship private, you could already feel the pressure of the public eye...But this was the price of fame and you had to learn to live with it.

"On the positive side, we can go to work in the same car" Chris tries to make you laugh. "Why am I nervous?" you say biting your nails. "My publicist is taking care of everything and we just have to put up with some jokes from the cast. Don't worry" he kisses you on the forehead and you take a breath before entering on set. "and here comes the couple" Downey says when you enter. "well that was fast" you tell Chris in a low voice. "Evans you broke my heart! find out about this from the press"  everyone knew that Chris broke up with Jenny but not that you and Chris were together. "I guess I wanted to keep Y/N  just for myself" Chris says laughing. "I can understand that"  He says hugging you "I'm happy for you two"

Apparently you had no reason to be nervous, everyone was happy about your relationship and it was great to be able to hug and kiss Chris without worrying about being seen. Chris's publicist has denied that Chris cheated on Jenny and that your relationship happened later, there weren't victims in this matter. All that remained was waiting for things to calm down.

"You see, it hasn't been so bad" Chris says when you enter your apartment. "you were right" you tell him giving him a kiss. "that's what I like to hear" "I take it back" you hit him in the stomach. "No, you can't take it back" he says kissing you " tomorrow night, don't make plans, I'll take you to dinner" "Why?" you smiled. "because we've been together for a month and we haven't been on a real date, and now that we don't have to hide, I want to take you to dinner" "I like the idea" you say biting your lip. "perfect, I will pick you up at 7, Good night princess" "Call me when you arrive" you kiss him goodbye.

It's been a long time since you felt so happy but something inside you told you that happiness wouldn't last long.

I hope you liked this chapter, don’t forget to leave some feedback please!

Part 9

MASTERLIST 

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