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Boundaries, Part 1

Steve Rogers x Plus Size!Reader

Characters: Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes

Summary: You just finished a two year long photojournalist stint overseas and decide to take a break from traveling. So you head back to your home town and lucky enough, your childhood friend Sam Wilson has a few rooms to rent out. So you head back to California and are met with a surprise, a very handsome surprise.

His name is Steve Rogers and he’s a shy guy from Brooklyn, New York. Dragged across the country by his best friend, Bucky Barnes - he hopes to start a new life after a pretty bad break up with his long time girlfriend, Sharon Carter.

Can the of four of maneuver the art of living together? Or will boundaries be crossed?

Masterlist

The air condition hit your face as the music from the car radio blasted, filling the vehicle with the wistful lyrics of Simon and Garfunkel. You turned right on Monterey Ave and it was instant gratification.

The tree lines that ran all the way down the cul-de-sac, there were three houses on each side of the street and when you made the loop, your car settled in front of a modest one story light blue house with white trimming and red brick stairs.

Turning the car off, you sighed in relief. It had been a long trip back to California, after spending the last two years overseas as a photojournalist for an online traveling blog. With your contract done, you decided to take a break from traveling and take a job at the local photography studio. It was just pure luck that your childhood friend and brother from another mother, had a couple of rooms to rent out. So you took him up on the offer, grabbed the two duffel bags you called home  and made your way back to Monrovia.

Getting out of the car, you slammed the door against the summer heat and walked over to the trunk for your bags - which consist mostly of camera equipment, mementos from different countries and the little clothing you clung to. Walking across the green lawn, you looked over to the large tree that shaded the house and saw a memory of two kids playing on the low trunk.

“Come on, Sam! Fly! Fly!”

“I’m not afraid of anything!” The little boy roared before jumping of the branch, giggling as he tumbled into a large pile of leaves.

You walked up the three steps to the porch and rang the doorbell, heart pounding away in anticipation. Shouting came from the other side of the door and a moment later, it opened up with an unfamiliar face.

Immediately, you were assaulted by light blue eyes. Then a very impressive dark beard, which you could only assume was hiding a perfect jawline. His lips formed a warm smile as his eyes fell down to the bags in your hand.

“Sam, is that you? I know I’ve been gone for a few years, but damn - you’ve changed.” You spoke dramatically, if only to distract yourself from the attractive man in front of you.

The man chuckled and asked if you were Y/N.

“Yeah. Can I assume you’re one of the other roommates?”

“I’m Steve.” He held out a hand and you took it roughly, making his eyes widen in surprise. “Nice grip.”

“Funny,” you motioned for him to move aside and handed him one of the duffel bags. “My last conquest said the same thing. He was French, so it might have meant something different.”

Steve laughed and shook his head. “Sam told me you were funny.”

You walked into the house and marveled at how different it looked from all the years spent running around it. “Yeah, I’m something alright. Oh, be careful with that bag. Lots of expensive equipment.”

“Equipment?”

You snaked around the couch and dropped the duffel bag on the ground, leaning into the cushions, you looked over to your new roommate. Who was standing there, still holding your bag.

“Sex toys, tons of them. So hard to get them through customs,” you retorted with a serious tone. Steve’s eyes scanned your face, trying to decipher if you were kidding.

“She’s pulling your leg, Steve,”

You jumped off the couch and turned to see Sam with a huge smile on his face. You yelped and ran to him, bringing him into a very large bear hug. The two of you stood like that for a good minute, while Steve watched with a small smile on his face.

“Man, girl. You’ve been running around Europe like crazy,” Sam pushed you off him and shoved you playfully. “I read your blog. Nice pictures.”

Your eyes widen, shooting a look of disbelief to Steve. “Do you hear this? Nice pictures! Are you fucking kidding me! That picture of the Venice canal was beautiful, the sun danced perfectly against the water! I waited all day for the perfect time and you call it nice!”

Sam hollered out and shrugged. “It was alright.”

“Alright,” you mocked him and walked up to Steve. “You’re still holding my bag, you must be really polite. That’s good, we’ll need someone to talk the cops out of hauling our asses off to jail.”

Steve sent Sam a look and the pair of you laughed. You took the bag from his hand and patted his chest lightly. “You’ll learn to tune me out.”

“Who wants a beer?” Sam asked waving a hand for the two of you to follow him, pulling your laptop out of the duffel bag, you followed Steve into the kitchen.

“Man, this place has changed.”

Sam grabbed three cans out of the fridge and placed them on the kitchen island. “Ma renovated a few years but decided to move down to San Diego with my aunt.”

“Dottie or Dee?”

You asked not looking up from the laptop in front of you.

“Dottie,” Sam answered leaning his elbows on the counter.

“I always liked Dottie better,” you concurred, turning your laptop around. “Venice canal. Eat your heart out, boys.”

Steve moved to your side and leaned down to take a look, his arm touched yours and you pretended to fidget with the beer in front of you.

“That is gorgeous,” he exhaled out - eyes focused on the photo in front of him. You watched him carefully with a dreamy smile until Steve’s head turned to face you. “You’re really talented.”

“Thank you,” you practically whispered out and Sam raised an eyebrow, shaking his head.

“Like I said, nice picture.”

Steve chuckled at the menacing glare you sent Sam and he cleared his throat. “So how do you know each other?”

Closing the laptop, you shrugged. “Oh, totally took his virginity when we were 17.”

“You know what, you can leave now,” Sam groaned.

“It’s okay, Sam. It’s part of life, it was very satis-”

“Don’t finish that damn sentence,” he growled, sending Steve a pleading look.

“- fying,” you boasted before waving a hand up in surrender. “Okay, I’ll stop. For Steve’s sake. We don’t want to ruin a good boy from - where are you from?”

Steve’s eyes lit up with pride. “Brooklyn.”

“No way! Our high school friend is from there!”

He smiled and nodded, opening his mouth to speak but Sam beat him to it. “Okay, so the room situation. I thought I’d take my old one, that leaves three open. Figured you’d want the master room.”

“Yeah, I’m good.” You stood up and moved to the pantry, searching for something to eat. “Your parents use to do the do in there, I don’t want it. I’ll take the room with the big bay window. Steve, you can take the ‘do’ room.”

“Ah, I think I’ll pass. I’ll just take whatever else room is available,” he shrugged and looked over to you. “We ordered pizza, should be here soon.”

“Well, if no one wants the master bedroom, I’ll take it.”

A familiar voice appeared at the kitchen door way and your eyes widen in surprise, because it belonged to a very handsome brown haired man - you knew too well.

“Bucky!”

His mouth formed a sly smirk and he held out his hands to you, as you ran over to him. He lifted you off the ground and held you down by the waist. His eyes narrowed as he gave you a once over and you smacked him on the arm.

“God, still look hot as hell.” The man whistled, keeping his hands on you.

“Yeah well, eating nothing but pasta in Italy for weeks helped me achieve this fine figure,” you raved moving from his grasp.

“A little more meat on you and I’d have you screamin-”

Your hand flew to Bucky’s mouth and he laughed against your skin. It was no secret, you weren’t a small girl. In fact, your entire life had gone by with extra meat on your bones and you were cool with it. Confident in your body and frankly, gave no fucks if anyone else didn’t like it.

“We get it Buck, you like girls with a little cushion for the pushin’,” you sighed and released his hand.

He grinned and looked over to Steve, “I told you she was hot.”

Your head snapped over to Steve, who smiled sheepishly. “Come on man, leave the locker room talk at the door.”

“Rules,” Sam declared. “If the four of us are going to be living together, we need boundaries.”

Bucky rolled his eyes and winked at you. “Whatever you say, Wilson.”

“So,” Steve looked from Bucky to you. “You all know each other from high school.”

“Yeah, I lost my virginity to Bucky when we were 16,” you recanted nonchalantly. “So in a way, it was like Bucky taught both Sam and I -”

“ALRIGHT,” Sam interrupted, his voice booming throughout house. His hands clapped together to obtain everyone’s attention, eyes flickered from Bucky to you. “Let’s talk about boundaries.”

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[minsimagines]

Can I request what it would be like being pregnant with Natasha’s baby? How she would be and all that? Thank you!

- of course, sorry for the extreme delay.

when nat found out you were pregnant, she thought you were joking. it wasn’t supposed to be possible, yet here you were - about to have a child together. 

she was protective, but not only physically, though I’ll get back to that part later. 

vitamins? check. cravings? done. snuggles? snuggled. 

she was on you every minute of the day, until you had to tell her that you loved her, but she was suffocating you. 

“nat, honey, I’m pregnant, not dying.”

after realizing she was being a bit much, she slowed down, letting you tell her what you needed help with. 

she would sit by you every night she wasn’t out on a job, and rub your growing stomach, while whispering sweet secrets. some she spoke in english, some in russian while looking at you with a playful smile. 

you had a huge craving for green, sour apples during your first few months, and she was out, running to the store the second you opened your mouth. 

one night, you woke up and found the bed empty. you found her in the living room of your shared apartment, sitting by the window, looking out. 

“how can I be a parent?” she asked you, her voice a mere whisper. you had felt tears well in your eyes, the sad reality of her past making you emotional. 

“you are no less capable than others, nat,” you had whispered, a gentle hand stroking her back. 

“this is no life for a child,” she muttered and you sat next to her, letting her went to you, while you stroked her back, reasurring her that she would do great. 

now, when you were outside of your apartment… miss natasha romanoff was a hawk. her eyes were on every corner, every edge of a counter, every curb and every shoulder you passed by. 

if you stopped to as much as lift your foot higher than an inch, she was by your side, holding you as you did so. you could only roll your eyes with a smile as you were happy to have someone who cared and wanted to make sure you were alright. 

if anyone looked at you a bit funny, she had a snarky remark ready to shoot.

your favorite moments were when she would tire herself out from the extensive mixing of ‘pregnancy smoothies to make the pregnancy easier’, and she would fall asleep, head on your shoulder, finally getting some well-deserved rest. 

you would almost cry at it, your pregnant hormones going haywire at the sweet sight. 

all in all, you probably couldn’t get a more protected and safe pregnancy than with nat by your side. 

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[theysaywhatasadsight]

Someone New

A/N: This is for @lokissoul  ‘s 1k Hozier challenge and my prompt was the song ‘Someone New’ by Hozier. This is an angsty monster that took me 3 weeks to write, it was so sad. This was beta read by my love @nasarogers  and I’m tagging @trashpanda-barnes who’s always a lovely supporter of my nat fics

Warnings: Oof, character death, mentions of civil war, I guess

“I really don’t think Paris is an option, even if we skirt around and get to the countryside, someone’s got to be there, they always think we’ll be there next-” Natasha was interrupted by the vibrating of one of her burner phones. Muttering an excuse to the rogue Avengers in front of her, with whom she was discussing their next move.

On the other line, a male voice spoke “How are the pears today?”

“Fresher than yesterday. What’s going on, Pat?”

“ Remember the name you told me to keep a lookout for? There was a mugging up on an apartment on 31st street., near Chelsea. They left a body behind, stabbed twice in the head. They’ve sent it for the autopsy, but so far the cause of death is the loss of blood.” He could hear her sharp intake of breath even across the phone.

“It’s identified?”

“Y/N Y/L/N. She was renting one of the flats, looking for a roommate.”

“Thank you for the information, Pat.” She ended the call.

The apartment still smelt of her perfume and coffee. The moonlight shined through on to the hardwood floor, which was stained with blood despite the shabby attempt to wipe it away. It was in the privacy of the empty apartment that Natasha finally allowed herself to break down. Tears streaming down her face, she opened the drawer in the cabinet where Y/N always kept the extra keys. Y/N always spoke of losing her keys so she had a bunch of copies made, one of which she gave Nat. The assassin wasn’t looking for the keys, though. She wanted back a photograph they had taken long ago, which Y/N had framed and wanted to keep on the mantle, but when her girlfriend had argued they’d know she was dating an assassin and subsequently make her life hell, she’d compromised by keeping it in the drawer.

After the whole going rogue fiasco, though, she’d probably moved it somewhere she didn’t have to see it every day. Maybe even dumped it unceremoniously into the trash can. If it was here though, the police would’ve already taken it away. She moved her hand across the inside of the drawer, finding nothing. Her fingers brushed up against an edge that seemed to stick out a bit. Poking and prodding, she tried to lift it up, to no avail. She accidentally pressed it, and it gave way, and something on the right jutted out.

“Clever girl.”

There was nothing in the concealed drawer except some loose change, receipts, and a phone. Police had probably taken her perosnal phone for the investigation, along with the rest of her possessions. The phone was primitive, okay by market standards but Y/N had recently purchased a Starkphone that would make any other look like a bloody typewriter.

So unless the police left something behind, it would seem Y/N wanted someone to see this. After she went rogue, Natasha had only called her once on a burner phone. A voice call that lasted only 15 minutes, where each could clearly hear the other cry, but the redhead knew they would come chasing after Y/N if they discovered they had been communicating.

She took the phone, slipped it into her pocket and went searching for the photo.

Dear god, why am I even doing this? Clearly losing my sanity.

I know you said nothing could ever come out of dating a bloody assassin but god, how I love you. It’s hard. Yes, I know, whoever’s listening to this is scoffing and Nat if that is you, wipe that cheesy smile off your goddamn face. It’s just, once you fall in love, it’s really fucking hard to get out, you know? Particularly when there’s no such breaking of the commitment; that here’s your heart and here’s mine and let’s go our separate ways. We fell apart because we had to, because some idiot decided to fight with their own teammates.

She pressed pause. The phone had nothing on it except a few recordings on it, and the number of the burner phone. It would not work, but it was nice to some corner to her heart that Y/N had somewhere to turn after all.

But it would be of no use, would it? Y/N was dead, dead, gone, and she could not protect her. Then and now. Crying was a release, it reminded her she was human.

So, I met someone today.

What a fucking slut, right? Barely, what, 4 months after your girlfriend of 2 years drops off the face of the earth after betraying her team, Y/N hooks up with the first person she sees.

He’s nice, for your typical coffee shop hipster. Reads. Probably thinks a date is us discussing our favorite indie films. Not bad, right? We used to do that, Nat and I, except she never saw movies.

I think it’s natural I compare everyone to my previous relationships. Healthy, right? I mean you see where you went wrong, what you should’ve done. So, Nat, where did I go wrong? Why was I not worth it? Why do I have to suffer this goddamn agony of losing the one person I love more than anything just moves on.

It’s late, I think I should sleep.

She should’ve done that.

Cut Y/N loose, explain nothing. She would never have to go through what she seemed to be going through, or she would’ve already moved on and there would be no recordings where she compared herself to everyone else she saw and how happy they were. How she’d lost the chance to be happy herself.

Natasha set the phone aside and looked at some photos Pat had sent over of the crime scene. The stained carpet after investigation would probably be replaced by the landlord and Y/N Y/L/N would become some kind of urban legend in the building. There would be trouble finding tenants.

Nat did have enough to buy out the landlord. Cry herself to sleep every night in the shell of the house she was meant to share with the love of her life.

Saw this cute girl in the grocery store today. Pretty, nice hair, glasses. Loves to write, probably and wants a photographer girlfriend. I mean I did have a photography phase in college. The family has enough money to let her do whatever she wants.

Dear god, I need therapy and a drink.

Is it even normal to fantasize over every stranger you see and imagine a life with them? Love with every stranger, the stranger the better?

There was no evidence that the murder was premeditated. The official conclusion was that Y/N had chanced upon the robbery and was silenced before she could alarm anyone. They had found some bits of DNA under her fingernails that matched a fugitive who was accused of 3 muggings in the past and had been acquitted all three times. His lawyer was really good, apparently.

Natasha skimmed a few of the recordings to see if any conclusive evidence or anything about anyone following her. She kept these recordings as a diary of sorts, clearly, but it could be valuable if it had managed to pick up something of the day Y/N was murdered.

There were many recordings, all of them detailing people she’d met and how she’s imagined an entire relationship with. About how she’d find someone with hair the exact same color as Natasha or one who had exactly the same clothing sense and on and on until  Y/N herself had had enough of the constant comparisons.

The last recording was a whole 4 hours. YN had either forgotten to switch it off or…

Natasha didn’t allow herself to think of the other possibility. She quickly played it back and held her breath.

It’s never simple, am I right? Getting over people, like they’re a bridge to cross and once you get over that there’s no looking back.

I just see anyone and all I see is you. All that time we should’ve had together, just gone. I’m wasting my time apparently because love is useless. I have it but the one person who has my heart completely is just not bloody there.

I wouldn’t ever know how long we would go on, Nat, how far we would travel together, I would…

What was that?

Hold up, I’ll put you somewhere.

A thud. Low groans. A high pitched scream, noises and then silence. Apparently, she had really forgotten to switch it off before putting it back and it had recorded until it ran out of battery.

There it was, clear as day, the conviction of the man who had evaded the law until now.

Natasha sent off the last recording to Pat, asking him to send it to the investigation. It would be sufficient to get him the time he deserved. The rest she kept for herself, the last memory of the woman she loved.

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[quest-draws]

AU: Lucretia and Dupree as Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur

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