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glorystark · 12 days

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His Saviour | Part 1

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: You disobey one of Steve's orders in a mission but you don't think about the consequences...

Warnings: (TRIGGER WARNING!) mentions of self harm and suicide, mentions of killing and torturing, pure Angst no happy ending, mentions of injures, dark!Steve Rogers, swearing, minor spoilers of Black Widow, Steve being an asshole in general

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Featuring: The original 6

Disclaimer: please don't read this if you're not comfortable with any of the topics below or/and if they trigger you. This is just a fiction and it's never ok to act like this. I'm not romanticizing any of these topics and this behaviour!

You are sitting in the Quinjet, observing everyone who is injured in different ways. Natasha has been stabbed in her right thigh, Clint’s left ankle has been twisted, and Bruce, although not injured, appears exhausted due to a significant code green call, during which Nat almost lost him trying to retrieve him. Thor has a few scratches on his face. Everyone’s faces show bruising in different areas, and their bodies are still aching. But you, you have been injured the most. Your right wrist is broken, and you have been shot in your left leg, though the bullet wasn’t deep and didn't cause major damage; otherwise, you probably would have passed out by now. You still have trouble breathing, and your voice is sore because one of the HYDRA agents almost choked you to death. Your face is bruised, you can only open your right eye halfway, and your lips are swollen. The numbness has made it so you can barely feel any pain. When everyone saw you upon returning to the jet, they were extremely worried. You didn’t possess inhuman powers and weren't a super soldier, but you used to be a well-trained assassin and spy in the Red Room, closely partnered with Natasha Romanoff before joining S.H.I.E.L.D. So, it was surprising for the team to see you so battered, though they understood the mission was challenging.

Everyone needed a break upon returning to the tower. Initially, everyone thought it was a straightforward mission: infiltrate a high-security HYDRA base, get two flash drives containing vital and dangerous information, and exit. What no one knew was that it was a trap, with far more agents present than expected. Eventually, you managed to escape, but only securing one of the flash drives.

As everyone settled back in the jet, Bruce finished removing the bullet from your leg and bandaging Nat’s thigh. Thor bragged to Tony about his usual lack of injuries on missions, joking that he could have taken down all the HYDRA agents that day if he hadn’t been 'unlucky', which elicited laughter from Tony. Clint checked on Nat while she recounted a memory from Budapest. Meanwhile, you contemplated going home for a long shower until you noticed Steve, whose eyes were fixed on you with intensity. Confused, you assumed he was lost in thought, but you were wrong.

“How could you be so reckless?!" Steve's voice boomed through the jet as he stood up from his seat, his gaze piercing into yours. Everyone stopped what they were doing, surprised by his uncharacteristically loud tone, given his usually calm demeanor, even when upset. You looked at him, uncertain of what to say. You understood why he was angry; you had disobeyed an order. However, if not for your 'disobedience,' you wouldn't have acquired half the information you have now. To you, this seemed like Steve Rogers throwing a typical Captain America tantrum.

“Well, are you going to answer, or are you too stupid to respond to a simple question?" he growled, advancing toward your seat.

“I wasn't being-" you began to mutter, only to be interrupted by Steve.

“Speak up," he demanded, his voice cutting you off. You met his gaze, puzzled by his demeanor.

“I wasn't being reckless; I was being thoughtful. The-" you tried to explain, but Steve interrupted again.

"Thoughtful?! You call that thoughtful?! Really, Y/n? It's clear you don't understand the difference between stupidity and thoughtfulness.” he retorted.

“Will you stop interrupting me?" you interjected, your voice growing louder as you rose from your seat. You locked eyes with Steve, standing almost chest to chest in front of each other.

“I wouldn't have interrupted you if I knew any useful words were going to come out of your mouth," he countered, finally yelling, causing everyone but you to flinch.

“You have no right to yell at me like this, Steve.” you asserted, standing up for yourself.

"I have EVERY right to yell at you, you-" he began, but you cut him off this time.

"Why are you making it seem like I committed a crime? Yes, I agree it was wrong for me to enter that room alone, but I retrieved the flash drive we needed, didn't I?" you challenged.

“That is not the point right now. The point is, I'm your captain, and I gave a strict, direct order not to enter that room, and you disobeyed me.” he stated firmly.

That was all true. When you disobeyed his order, you knew he would be angry, but not to this extent.

You sprinted down the hallway, incapacitating every HYDRA agent in your path. You tried not to use your gun too often, knowing there would likely be guards in the room.

"Steve, I found the room," you said through your earpiece. You subdued the agent guarding the room where the flash drives were, and as the door swung open, more than twenty HYDRA agents stood before you, blocking your view of the drives on the computer table.

“Y/n, what did you just say? Get out of there now! Do you even know how many agents are in there?" Steve's urgent voice echoed in your ear.

“I do now," you replied, still facing the agents, who were also eyeing you cautiously.

"Y/n, this is an order. Get. Out. Of. There. Now.” Steve commanded, his tone almost a shout.

“Sorry, Steve, but people's lives depend on this.” you declared, charging toward the agents, disregarding Steve's pleas for you to retreat.

“Steve, I really don't understand what the big deal is. I got one of the drives, and yes, I went alone, but at least I obtained something that will help us.” you reasoned, taking a seat.

“Alright, y/n, I'm definitely sure now that you are deaf. You entered a room with so many HYDRA agents-" he began, only to be cut off by you.

“They were like 10 and they were really weak-" you defended.

“They were 27 trained assassins!” he corrected, making you widen your eyes.

"And do I need to remind you that your leg has been shot, and you can barely keep your eyes open, not to mention the rest of your injuries." he added mockingly.

“Okay, Steve, I get it, and I'm sorry for being reckless. Can we let this go now?" you pleaded, sitting down.

“Let this go?!" he started laughing, though his laugh lacked any humor. Everyone looked at Steve, unable to believe his behavior. They never expected him to speak to you this way, especially in front of the whole team.

You and Steve had been friends since meeting during the Battle of New York. You had a lot in common and quickly connected. A few months later, at one of Tony's parties, he kissed you, and the following day, he asked you out. It had been six months since then, and Steve treated you like a princess. He called you his savior because you helped him adjust to life after being thawed from the ice. He adored you. You had a few minor disagreements, but they were hardly fights, more like disagreements. You could never stay mad at each other, and now you couldn't believe the man who was laughing at you and humiliating you was the same person.

"Steve, I think that's enough," Nat finally intervened, her voice calm yet firm.

"Is it really? I think baby y/n hasn't learned her lesson yet.” Steve retorted sarcastically.

“Fuck you, Steve. You can't speak to me like that. I'm not a kid. If it wasn't for me, we wouldn't even have that one drive, and god knows how many people could have died. But you can't even realize that because I disobeyed ‘Captain America's orders,' and no one is allowed to disobey America's 'hero.' The only kid between us is you!” you shot back, your voice rising, though not as loud as Steve's had been.

“I'm a kid, y/n? Really? And what are you, a hero? Do you expect me to thank you now? Do you expect all of us to be on our knees thanking you?!" Steve challenged.

“That is not what I said!" you finally snapped.

The tension in the room escalated, and the team grew more uncomfortable by the second.

Steve smirked at your angered state.

“What's the matter, y/n? You seem a little bit defensive. I thought you liked being a hero. You know, because of the guilt, since you started killing and torturing people at the age of 8.”he said, still wearing the hurtful smirk on his face.

The whole team gasped, especially Natasha, whose story paralleled yours. You looked at Steve, unable to believe what he had just said.

“You seem shocked, Agent y/l/n. Oh, and Natasha, don't take this the wrong way. We all make mistakes in our life, but at least after we realize our mistakes, we try to make them up as soon as we can and not run away like a coward.” Steve continued, ignoring your reaction. You and Natasha widened your eyes, understanding what Steve was referring to."Steve..." Nat began, but Steve cut her off.

“I'm not done yet. Some of y'all look confused, well, let me explain it for you," Steve said, addressing the rest of the team.

"Steve, don't." you murmured, your voice weak now. You weren't even sure if anyone heard you, and you were right. No one heard you, but Steve who chose to ignore you.

“Our dear y/n y/l/n was a well-trained assassin back in the years with Natasha Romanoff in a place called the Red Room, which I'm sure you've heard about. Before even Natasha was out of there, Agent y/l/n found a way to leave the Red Room, a way to save every girl, from children to adults, who were mind-controlled into killing, and even worse. But do you know what she did instead?" he turned around the room, looking at everyone as if it was a show. No one said anything; they just kept looking between you and Steve. It was getting harder for you to focus on your breathing.

“Well, in case you haven't guessed yet, she just left everyone who could've been saved, even her best friend who is sitting right here with us.” he said, pointing at Nat.

“And even though she could've killed Dreykov, who was the leader by the way, with her genius plan, she didn't because she was a coward.” he said, emphasizing the word coward.

You've never felt so small and betrayed. You couldn’t believe he was using your awful past against you. When you confided in him, he comforted you, assuring you it wasn't your fault. That you’ve been through a lot and you took the only chance you had to save yourself. And now… now he was a different person.

“Cap that’s enough, it’s not our business what she did in the past. We all did something in some point that we aren’t proud of. She made up for that mistake many times now, since the battle of New York until today’s mission. I’m sure she still feels guilty and you’re just making it worse.” Tony looked at your trembling sight, standing up from his seat and walked towards Steve. The rest of the team nodding along, glad that Tony stood up for you because they were frozen themselves.

“Oh yeah Tony, you’re right I’m sure she feels guilty, don’t you y/l/n?” He looked at you as if you were a kid

Everything about him was hurting you right now. His voice tone that humiliated you in every way, his eyes that sent daggers to your way, his body that was intimidatingly towering yours, his smile which always made you happy and now it was only mocking you. Your throat is dry, your eyes are wet and you feel like your heart is going to come out of your chest in any second. You were hurt and unwell, and everyone could see that, everyone but Steve.

“Agent y/I/n do you feel guilty about your past?" He repeated his sarcastic question.

"I wouldn't worry about that too much since you have a good way to cope with your guilt right?" He continued.

You looked up at him frighteningly, understanding where he was going.

“Steve don't you dare." you whispered, finally being able to say something.

Everyone was confused since they had no idea what you both were talking about.

“you seem scared agent." Steve smirked at you sending shivers down your spine. It hurts so much more that he wasn't even using your name anymore, he felt like a stranger to you.

“SHUT UP!" you had never yelled so loud in your life, the whole jet shook. Everyone flinched but Steve. It seemed like he was waiting for this.

“Come on y/n are you that afraid of everyone knowing how you used to deal with your problems, or do you still do it?"

Everyone was quite once again, something in them wanted to know what Steve was talking about but they also didn't because of the way you reacted.

You looked at him not saying anything but your eyes were begging him to stop. You've never been in such a vulnerable position, especially considering everything you’ve been through.

“oh don't tell me you're gonna cut your wrists open again because you feel guilty you didn't get the second driver."

Everyone froze and widened their eyes, silence filling the jet. No one knew that you used to harm yourself until you started dating Steve, he was the first person to ever know. You felt so comfortable around him that you didn't want to have any untold secrets.

You thought about what if you guys break up but you convinced yourself that even if you guys separate your ways from each other at some point, you're definitely going to stay friends and he's never going to tell your secret to anyone because you believed he was a good man. You trusted him more than yourself and now he proved you all wrong.

You didn't cut anymore, because you found a way to save people. If it wasn't for Nick Fury, making you join the team you'd be long gone by now. But you didn't have a reason anymore, you were happy you had a new family and a new job, everything was perfect for you. Now you felt alone all over again and you didn't even blame Steve, you blamed yourself. You failed.

You started trembling more and started to see black spots. The team walked towards you to see if you were okay. Thor pushed Steve away, "Stay away from her," he warned, before walking to you. You heard Tony and Natasha yelling at Steve, Clint trying to calm them down but looking angry himself, Bruce and Thor asking you if you were alright, but you couldn’t hear anything anymore. It was so loud, but you only heard annoying mumbles. You let out a sob before passing out in the strong arms of the god, the last thing you saw being Steve's worried eyes…

A/N: This was my first (published) fan fiction. I apologise for any writing and/or grammar mistakes considering that English isn’t my first language. Feel free to correct me! If you enjoyed this, please let me know and let me know if you want to be tagged in the upcoming posts! (This fic will make a twist;))

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sunflowerrosewood · 2 months

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Imagine.... Your First Date with Steve Rogers

Author's Note: Since my other account @cheekyredwillow got deleted. I am adding some of my favorite fanfictions to this account and revamping this one with new ones. I hope to make an actual list of fandoms I am still a fan of! NO requests for the time being.

On to the imagine. Imagines are short blurbs of a character in a scenario with you.

Imagine Steve Rogers decides to ask you on a date after waiting months to confess.

Imagine the stuttering and shyness that washes over him when he sees your e/c eyes blink back at him in surprise and excitement. Not expecting you to want to go on a date.

Imagine Steve Rogers asking you to go on a date to a nearby coffee shop that doubles as a record store.

Imagine him wanting to share a piece of him that is special and you being the person he decided to share that with. Especially with this small shop that he loved to go to.

Imagine as you are getting ready for the date, you are getting texts from Steve asking how you are and if you are ready. Him wanting to make sure that you are okay and that you still want to go with him.

Imagine as you show up to the coffee shop that Steve is in a nice button up shirt and jeans ready to take you out. You feel your heart beating quick and excitement bubble.

Imagine as you show up in your favorite date outfit that you notice Steve blushing as he looks you up and down. He is smiling and you notice his hands clenching and unclenching as if he has nerves.

Imagine going into the coffee shop and both of you order your drinks. You two sit down and it starts quiet due to nerves. Then you begin to ask him about the old timey music that is playing. His eyes light up and he begins telling you his favorite.

Imagine this date goes on for hours of the two of you discussing favorite things that you two hadn't had the chance to talk before. It makes you two learn so much more about one another.

Imagine going over to the record store and Steve pulling out his favorite records to show you. The store having a record player to test the records.

Imagine you two test the records and sway across the floor with another other. Dancing the night away and smiling with big grins.

Imagine leaving the record/coffee shop with Steve, hand in hand, and looking up seeing the stars. You two take a moment to say how much you two enjoyed this date and seal it off with a kiss.

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wandasfifthwife · 29 days

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every waking hour. every sleeping hour. sweating. panting. heaving. back-breaking. crying. moaning. back arching. every crevice. every day.

edit is not mine, credit to editor in video

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #marvel bucky barnes #marvel steve rogers #steve rodgers x reader #steve rodgers imagine #marvel Bucky #marvel Steve #Bucky Barnes x reader

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pollensweetchimera · 9 months

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Y/n: He died of natural causes

Steven: you pushed him off a roof

Y/n: Gravity is natural

Loki: it would be More unnatural if he survive

Y/n: right.

#incorrect quotes #marvel loki #marvel steve rogers #marvel x you #marvel x y/n #marvel x gender neutral reader #marvel incorrect quotes #marvel #marvel x teen!reader

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pixiexdusts-world · 10 months

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Incorrect quote

Bucky: Where's Y/n, Sam, and Steve?

Natasha: They're playing hide and seek.

Bucky: Where?

Natasha: don't think you get how this game works.

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justsomerandomfanfic · 10 months

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Reunion Disaster - Steve Rogers X Female Reader

Title: Reunion Diaster

Steve Rogers X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Reader's mother, Reader's father (Mentioned), Reader's family (Mentioned), Bucky (Mentioned), Sam (Mentioned), and Loki (Mentioned)

WC: 3,460

Warnings: Reader has a mother and father, Reader doesn't have a good relationship with family, bullying, Reader's mother is probably a Karen, nervousness, anxiety, embarrassment, fear of failure, teasing, taunting, mentions of the 2012 invasion, love at first sight mentioned, slightly suggestive, Steve gets protective, family angst, and fluff

You never really had a good relationship with your family. Sure, some of your cousins were alright and you had a nice aunt and uncle here and there, but your parents were a whole nother story. Ever since you were a kid, they always made sure you felt like a failure. They didn’t want you to grow up to be a disappointment so they never showed any interest in your hobbies or likes. Everything you did, to them, wasn't enough or 'perfect' enough. In high school, when you won second place in the Science Fair, your parents scolded you for not getting first. When you got into college, they weren't pleased that you didn't go into politics as they expected. They didn't even seem happy for you when you moved away from town because they didn't expect you to go too far. In reality, your move from New Jersey to New York was to get away from them. Your mother kept trying to make you think about the 'real world' so it was hard to have any fun.

It was frustrating at first, but then you realized it was better than nothing. So you started doing things for yourself. Going on adventures, making new friends, and having fun being a young adult in the city that never sleeps. One day though, while out with friends, heading to a cafe for lunch, aliens came out of the sky and some guy in a gold-horned helmet was at the center of it. You almost, almost regretted moving to New York, but that was also the day you met him. Captain America had saved you that day, pulling you out of the way of falling shrapnel and concrete. You could still remember the feeling of his arms wrapped around your waist, so protective and strong as he asked if you were alright. You could still remember that day, looking into his deep blue eyes; unable to look away until he was called back into action.

Meeting Steve was the best thing to have ever happened to you. You fell, and you fell hard. Ever since that day, you had thought about Steve every moment you could. Just turning on the TV to the news just for the chance to catch a glimpse of his beautiful face. And Steve had been in the very same boat. Ever since he saved you, he couldn't get you out of his head. Steve had no idea how to get in contact with you or find you in any way. Long story short, while having breakfast with Bucky and Sam, you entered the same restaurant with your friends. After a little bit of confidence boosting by his friends, Steve got up and went over to you. You didn't notice him walking over at first, only looking over when your friends' faces were all slacked-jaws and wide eyes.

And that was the beginning of your relationship.

Four years later, your relationship with Steve, and life in general, couldn't possibly get any better than it already was... But it could get worse. Your parents were hosting the annual family reunion at their home. When you got the message early from your cousin, you prepared yourself for a phone call from your mother. She would probably call you, insisting that you come, and bring Steve with you. But she would ask earnestly, no. A year into your relationship with Steve, you visited your parents during the holidays and told them about your boyfriend. You told them that you were dating Steve Rogers.

Your father, being a news station and newspaper fiend, knew who you were talking about, and so did your mother. Almost instantly your mother let out her signature cackle, letting you know bluntly that there was no possible way that you were dating the Captain America. And with that, you never brought up Steve to them again, but not before one last time, trying to prove it to them with a selfie of the two and your boyfriend, but that only failed on you as well.

"Darling, just because you got a picture with Captain America does not mean you're dating him. Really, Frank, who knew we'd raise such a delusional daughter."

You hadn't told Steve about the reunion either. You didn't even know if you should go in the first place. But, you were going to have to, if you didn't your mother would have a fit and try and guilt-trip you in some way. You didn't want to be subjected to her more than you already had to, so going to that stupid reunion was the only option. But you didn't want to go alone, you didn't think you could handle your parents, and other members of your family, by yourself. Constant bickering, Uncle Pete and his old-fashioned views, the screaming toddler cousins running around, and your mother reminding everyone how disappointing you are. You felt your shoulders fall in defeat, you'd have to ask Steve if he would go with you. And, you knew the answer.

~~~

Brushing through your hair with your favorite brush, you untangled all the knots that accumulated throughout the day, all dressed and comfy in your pajamas; your back pressed firmly against the upholstered headboard. You let your mind wander as the sound of Steve's shower filled in the silence. Your mind raced with the many horrible events that could happen at the reunion. There was no doubt that your mother was going to bad-mouth you in your own presence, making you feel terrible about yourself, your personality, appearance, etc. After a moment, the door opened, revealing Steve's perfectly-built silhouette against the light of the bathroom. You looked at him, admiring his bare skin, as he ran a smaller blue towel through his hair. His hair was damp as he ruffled it before tossing the damp towel into the clothes hamper on the other side of the room.

Steve walked over to the side of the bed, keeping eye contact with you as he adjusted his sweatpants that hung low on his hips. You couldn't help the smile that slowly made its way onto your face, the both of you not bothering to say a word as the look in your eyes said it all. Steve leaned down, capturing your lips in a kiss, his hands cupping your face. Pulling away slightly, he kissed the tip of your nose gently. "Hello, beautiful," He greeted you, brushing the loose strands of your hair behind your ear and taking your hand.

You smiled at his sweet words, "Hello to you too, handsome." You were so glad to see him. He had been so busy with whatever Fury wanted that you hardly got to see him at all that day.

Steve pressed one more kiss to your forehead before slipping into bed beside you, turning on his side and wrapping his arm around your waist, his face digging into your side as you sat your brush on your bedside table. Instantly, your fingers slid through Steve's soft, damp hair, gently massaging his scalp, generating a soft groan from the man himself. As you ran your fingers through his hair, you felt Steve's nose rub against your side, tickling you slightly, and gaining your attention.

"What's on your mind?" His deep voice spoke up, slightly muffled as his face was still pressed against Steve's... Your shirt. You hadn't even realized that you were even staring off into space, but Steve being Steve, knew something was wrong.

"Just..." You get the words stuck in your throat as you try to force them out. It's now or never. You took a deep breath before you finally decided to speak up. "My mom called, she wants me to come to the family reunion next weekend."

Steve snuggled his face closer into your side, soothing you slightly from just his touch; helping you know that he is always there for you. "Do you want to go?" He then asked, and you felt your chest begin to tighten.

You swallowed before answering, "Well, I have to. It's my mother we're talking about-"

"But do you want to go?" Steve interrupted you, making you look down at him, meeting his blue eyes as he stared up at you.

A small sigh left your mouth, shaking your head. "No... Not really. But she’ll then bother me and call me non stop asking me how come I never came-"

"If you want me to, sweetheart," He cut you off once more, trailing off slightly as his hand around your waist found its way under your shirt, his thumb rubbing comforting circles into your warm skin, "I'll go with you."

You let out a sigh, your heart skipping a beat at how sweet Steve was being, and how understanding he was in general. Letting out one more sigh, you spoke, "Thank you, Stevie. But the main reason why I am so... Anxious is that my parents don't think I'm really dating you."

At that, Steve looked up, pushing himself up onto his arms as he looked up at you with a raised eyebrow. "Really?" He asked, sort of at a loss for words as you nodded.

"I told them flat-out after the first year but they didn't believe me. I even tried showing them a picture of the two of us when we both went to the Empire State Building, but they were being... Irritating as usual."

Steve frowned slightly, overall confused as he spoke up, "Why don't they believe you?"

You let out a small huff as you began to play with your fingers nervously, "Oh, darling, you can't possibly be dating the Captain America. Why would you think he'd go for someone like you?" You mimicked your mother's voice, pitching up your tone before continuing, "Darling, just because you got a picture with Captain America does not mean you're dating him. Really, Frank, who knew we'd raise such a delusional daughter." You remembered your mother's horrible words, feeling your face heat up in embarrassment, and quickly shook your head in an attempt to get rid of those thoughts from your mind.

You then let out a small squeak as Steve pulled you down the bed, your head landing on your pillow. Placing each hand on either side of your head, Steve gazed down at you, "Sweetheart," Steve whispered, looking directly into your eyes, a soft smile adorning his face. "You know that I love you, right?" The way he said it, in such a tender voice, and looking at you with this loving expression made you melt. You didn't even bother replying as you wrapped your arms around Steve's neck, pressing your body flush against his. Steve held you close, kissing the top of your head softly, "If you really need to go, no matter the reason, I'll go with you."

You felt your confidence growing, letting out a small giggle, you brushed your fingers against Steve's back, trailing along his spine slowly, causing the blonde-haired Super Soldier to shiver. You begin to feel giddy, giddy at the thought of seeing your parents' faces when you arrive with Steve on your arm. You were done with how they had both been treating you. You weren't going to stand for their behavior anymore.

"Stevie, thank you," You began, letting your nail gently graze across his bare shoulder, "And thank you for wanting to come with me... And supporting me, loving me..."

Steve pushed himself back up, giving you a small grin as he gazed down at you, "Of course," He paused, his minty breath ghosting over your lips, "Anything for you, honey." You returned the gesture before pulling Steve down, connecting your lips with his, kissing him deeply as he placed his hands on your waist and pulled you closer to him, deepening the kiss.

~~~

Adjusting your outfit in the bathroom mirror, you let out a shaky breath. It was the day of the reunion, and you were already feeling nervous. Fidgeting with your hair, you didn't notice when Steve poked his head into the room, watching as you fiddled with your hair, before readjusting the hem of your sweater. Steve pushed off the doorway and coming up behind you, Steve wrapped his arms around your waist, capturing your attention. Your eyes lock on his blue ones through the mirror, watching as he places his chin on your shoulder. He was dressed in his favorite blue button-up and tan pants. Looking as gorgeous as ever.

"You look beautiful," He assured you, making you smile sheepishly before nodding. The more you were with Steve, the more comfortable you felt with everything. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he had been able to accept you, to love you without question since the very beginning. Turning you around in his arms, Steve gave you another tight hug, resting his chin on the top of your head. After a few seconds, he broke apart from the embrace, placing his hands on your upper arms, looking at you intently, smiling gently at you as you looked up at him. "Are you ready?" He then asked, and you nodded, feeling more and more ready.

~~~

The drive was a good two hours, but those two hours were filled with singing along to pop songs on the radio, the GPS giving Steve directions, and the breeze whipping through your hair. But that feeling of being carefree soon dissipated when your eyes landed on your parents' home. The large home, five bedroom - three bath, stood almost menacingly; mocking and calling to you. You squeezed Steve's hand that you held in your lap, your free hand playing with the band of the watch on his wrist. glancing down at the said object, it seemed that you were right on time.

Pulling into the driveway, you recognized some of the other cars parked there; your Aunt Bernice, and your cousin Sue. With a gentle squeeze of your hand, Steve let go of your hand. Letting out a breath, you accepted your fate and unbuckled your seat belt, just as Steve opened your passenger side door. His gentleman acts never ceased to make your stomach erupt into butterflies, but today, especially, today you were more than grateful for his help.

As you walked up the cobbled walkway, Steve kept a firm grip on your hand, his thumb running soothingly over the back of your hand as you approached the house. Heading to the backyard, you could hear people chatting and laughing, making your stomach turn into one giant knot. Steve reached out and opened the white picket fence's gate, allowing you to enter as he shut it behind him. Looking around, you noticed that almost your entire family was present, from cousins, aunts, and uncles; it was a full house.

Noticing how anxious you were quickly becoming, Steve gestured to the refreshments table a few feet away. You didn't want him to leave you but you really wanted some lemonade. Leaning down, Steve gave you a small kiss on the cheek. "I'll be right back."

As you watched him leave for the table, you felt as if everything would be alright, that is, until you heard your mother shriek your name. You froze before you plaster a small smile on your face, turning around to face your mother's sickly-sweet beaming smile. "Y/N! Darling! You came!" She came over, her arms open wide to bring you into a hug before he stopped. Looking around, she put on a pout, "No date?" She asked you, sounding disappointed as she clasped her hand together, her eyebrows furrowed.

Your eyes widened and you shook your head frantically, "No, mom-"

"And after all those years of you insisting that you were dating Captain America..." She scoffed, crossing her arms, "Really, darling, I expected better of you..." You furrowed your eyebrows as your mother's words trailed off, watching as she eyed something behind you; her eyes wide in shock as her mouth hung open slightly agape.

You looked behind you and let out a sigh of relief as Steve came over holding a cup of what you could only hope was lemonade. Your bravery was growing by the second as you wrapped your arm around Steve's waist, him doing the same as he handed you your drink. "Mom," You spoke up, turning your attention to the woman before you, "This is my boyfriend, Steve."

Your mother just continued to stare at Steve, and he was used to it by others back in New York, but your mother was making him a bit nervous too. "You're Captain America." She stated, before narrowing her eyes slightly, "How much is she paying you?" She then demanded, her tone accusatory as Steve frowned, becoming as confused as he was becoming irritated.

"She's not paying me, Mrs. L/N." Steve spoke, ever the gentleman as his arm around you tightened, "I really am dating your daughter."

"But- But that's absurd!" Your mother screeched, this time in shock and defiance as he glanced from you to Steve, "You with her?" She then turned to you, talking down at you as if you were a child again, "Darling, you don't need to bribe superheroes to get dates." She spat, her disgust palpable. "This is childish, really."

Steve glared daggers at your mother, clenching his jaw tightly, "Excuse me?" He growled, his voice deepened slightly, it almost surprised you. You never really heard him use his authoritative voice. You had only heard it a couple of times when you were with the other Avengers hanging out or that one time you watched a mission with Fury. You had to admit, the tone in his voice was making you feel some sort of way. "How dare you speak about her in that way." He said, his voice low and dangerous, "Look ma'am, you have an intelligent, generous, funny, and gorgeous daughter, and it's a shame that you can't see that. She deserves so much more than whatever your family has thrown at her." Your mother's face flushed red with embarrassment and your heart fluttered as you stared up at Steve in awe; your eyes wide, and your mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. You didn't know it was possible, but you just fell for Steve all over again, falling deeper and deeper; hanging onto every word. "You are acting like a bully, and I don’t stand for bullies.” Letting out a sigh from his nose, he turned you away from your mother, “Come on, honey, let’s go home.”

Hardly even there for twenty minutes, Steve led you back to the picket fence gate, unable to stop the lovesick grin from spreading on your face. Helping you into the car, Steve marched his way to the driver's side, hopping into the car and letting out a deep sigh. Looking over at you, Steve felt a bit nervous. How were you feeling? Were you still upset? But when he turned to look at you, from that smile on your face, and the way you looked at him, Steve felt himself calm instantly. Smiling sheepishly at you, Steve took your hand and intertwined your fingers with his.

"I love you." You spoke up with a sigh, admiring the man before you.

The softness in your tone made Steve's heart warm. "I love you too, sweetheart." He replied softly, leaning across the console and placing a kiss on your lips.

You sighed into the kiss, almost forgetting about the lemonade in your hands, hastily putting the cup in the cup holder before you brought one hand up to cup Steve's cheek, while the other remained entwined with his. Pulling away slowly, you rested your forehead against his, taking in his features before you pressed your lips to his once again. This kiss lasted longer, as you both tried to savor each other's taste and scent, relishing the feel of each other. You never wanted this moment to end, not when you could spend the rest of your life in each other's arms.

Finally pulling away, you giggled lightly as you watched Steve’s cheeks turn a faint pink. "You okay?" Steve asked, smiling as you nodded, reaching over and kissing him once more.

"Much better now." You told him before the two of you pulled away.

"I'm proud of you." He muttered, making your cheeks flush as you bashfully looked down at your lap. Looking at his watch, he buckled and started the engine of the car, "Well, it's about lunchtime. Wanna go get something to eat and then go home?"

“Cuddle?” You asked, and with Steve’s own nod you sat back in your seat, taking a sip of your lemonade, you nodded, "I'd love nothing more."

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Drag Queen

Pairing: Steve Rogers × Male! Reader

Warnings: angst, anxiety, panic attack, passing out, mention of cheating but nothing happens, trauma ig

Summary: Being a drag queen is your passion, but due to previous experiences, you're afraid to tell Steve about it. You've been doing your best to hide it, but he finds out.

Drag Name - (D/N)

Author’s Note: People who know me well, know how much I love people who do drag and know that I absolutely love watching Rupaul's Drag Race. I wanted to write a one-shot involving Drag for a little while, but I was out of ideas, but finally here it is! Hope you're going to enjoy it!

You still remember when your friend took you to a Drag show for the first time. Seeing all those people dressed in breathtaking costumes, wearing gorgeous makeup who were having so much fun on the stage, entertaining the audience - it made you realize what you wanted to do.

And 3 years later after seeing your first show - you started performing as (D/N). It was amazing, you never enjoyed yourself so much. Dancing and singing on the stage, when people were screaming with excitement was your element. And as much you were proud of what you were doing, not many people knew about it.

Due to past experience, you became worried about anyone outside your friends finding out about Drag. And Steve was no other.

You loved him, you never met someone so polite, caring and sincere. Before you two started dating, he told you about how him being Captain America could affect your relationship with him, but you didn't care, he made you so happy like no one before so you were ready for everything. And yet, as much as you wanted to be honest with him, you weren't ready to tell him.

He never saw you in drag nor did he see a room where you kept all stuff related to that. He was asking about the room that you never shown him, but when you told him to stop asking, he indeed stop. He was worried, but didn't want to push you, especially when you looked like you were about have a panic attack.

After that you were a but less stressed about the situation until you two had a day off and decided to go out together.

"Have you ever been to a show like this?" He asked softly, catching you off guard. Steve gestured to a poster to the Drag show. Not only was it a drag poster, but you were on it. Full-on makeup, huge wig, high heels and colorful dress. You immediately felt like your cheeks were becoming red and hot, but you decided to act like everything was perfectly fine. "Umm yeah. M-maybe once or twice." You answered quickly, nervousness in your voice.

"Did you like it?" Steve looked back at you from the poster, quickly noticing your discomfort. "Oh! You don't have to answer if you don't want to." He added, putting his arm around you and gently rubbed your upper arm.

"It's okay, don't worry. I did enjoy it just… Not everyone understands it and some people see people doing drag as freaks." You looked down at your feet, trying to avoid Steve's eyes.

"Well… I honestly would like to give that show a chance. It's tonight. Would you like to go with me?" He smiled at you, hoping for you to relax.

"No! I mean I would love to! But I already have plan so I can't." You jumped at his question. "Sorry, maybe next time." Steve just nodded and changed the subject. By your reaction, he knew must have happened during one of the shows, but he decided not to ask for now.

You were getting ready for the show, chatting with other Drag Queen and basically having fun. You were waiting for someone to call to go to the stage. "(D/N), it's your time!" Someone announced, you just nodded and went on the stage. Music already playing, you started lipsyncing and moving your body to the rhythm. People were screaming your name and that's when you saw him - Steve with a couple of his friends.

You felt dizzy, everything became blurry and you couldn't breathe. Then everything went black, you hit something hard. You didn't remember the rest.

You woke up a few hours later in the hospital. Doctor and nurse came to your room shortly, informing you about what happened and how you got there. Luckily nothing bad happened to you and you could leave. You just got some bruises. You sighed happily and started getting ready to leave.

Then you remembered why you passed out. You saw Steve and it was the reason. You hoped he didn't realize it was you on the stage. So you looked on the phone to see if he called or texted you. There was nothing on it, so he didn't realize. But instead of messages from him, there were messages from other Drag Queens. They asked if you were okay and if they could do anything for you. You texted them back.

In the end they ended up getting you to your apartment. As soon as you were home you got out of drag, and put a wig, dress and heels to the room for it. Then you decided to remove your makeup, took a shower and went to bed.

Next day Steve came to you without telling you about it. You were shocked and immediately felt you were about to throw up. You tried acting like you were about to panic and opened the door. "Steve? Wha-what are you doing here?" You let him in, you noticed that he was holding a bouquet.

"I decided to surprise you and… Did somebody hurt you?" He put the flowers down as soon as he saw the bruises on you. It was the moment you knew you had to tell him the truth, but you really didn't want to.

You were so caught by your thoughts that you didn't realize you started hyperventilating. "Hey, look at me. I got you. Everything is gonna be alright. Let's take a seat, okay?" You weren't able to speak, so you just nodded and let him guide you to the sofa. "Can you tell what happened? Does it have anything to do with the Drag show?"

"H-How do you know?!" You cried out, tears already streaming down your face. "So it was you?" You could see the confusion on Steve's face. "I mean I thought about it, but I wasn't sure. Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"I just… I was so scared you would hate me and leave me!" You stood up and started walking in circles in order to realize the stress and calm down. Steve stood up and held you in place. You weren't able to look at him, so he grabbed you by the chin and made you look him right in the eyes. "What made you think so, _____?"

"My last partner, they left me because of Drag. They thought that I was a slut, but besides my moves being slutty sometimes, nothing ever happened. It's just a show. I-I promise I wouldn't cheat." More tears went down your face. "And I thought you would think of me that way too. I'm so sorry, Steve. I should have told you from the beginning." He hugged you tightly after that sentence.

"Yes, you should have told me, but I understand why you were so scared, so I'm not mad." He rubbed circles on your back and you finally started to stop crying. "So you're not going to leave me?"

"Of course not. Just don't be afraid to confront me next time." Your only answer to that was nodding, as a sign that you understood. "Would you like to tell me about Drag now? It really seems interesting."

"You really think it's interesting?"

"Of course! It's your passion, isn't it? I would like to know as much as you want to tell me."

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Currently in my Steve Rogers era🫶

GIFs of smiling Steve cuz he's a cute bean who's to be protected at all costs🩷🥹

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𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 | 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲

【Synopsis】 : Bucky was your protector. The king of the land, but even the king has his dark side, and now Ser Rogers, the leading knight, must help you love him.

[Word count] : 2.53k

-> Genre: Smut. Angst. Fantasy Au.

Paring: Vampire!Husband!Bucky x Dutchess!Reader x Knight!Husband!Steve

[Warnings] : Sweat. Mention of dying and death. Sickness. Blood drinking. Cutting yourself (this could be very triggering, please be mindful) some powerplay. Unprotected sex (dont do that). Desperate Dom Bucky. Switch-to sub Reader. Dom Steve. Making out. Swearing. Crying. Some angst. Steve kinda just sits and watches ahah.

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Something was wrong before you even stepped foot in the throne room. All the torches were trailing a thin line of smoke, and a haze had swallowed the moonlight coming from the slightly covered windows. Heavy breathing can be heard from the other side of the room. You can tell it’s Bucky before you even cross halfway to the throne.

“James?” You call out.

“Stop,” comes a weak plea.

You take a couple of steps closer and see your husband curled up into a ball on the throne with a blanket wrapped around him. He’s sweaty, and his hair is sticking to his skin, covering his face. His shoulder moves heavily with each breath, forcing air in and out of his lungs. You reach out a shaky hand to touch his shoulder, but he flinches away from you.

“Jamie,” you say again.

Slowly and jittery, he looks up to you. He’s pale, and his eyes are dark in the shadows. There’s drool and snot all over his face, and he looks as if he’s been crying. You’ve never seen him like this, and it’s scaring you. You don’t know how to comfort him. He’s the Duke of Brooklyn. He’s a leader. He’s never shown weakness.

“I… I don’t know what’s happening,” He breathes out through gritted teeth, feeling pain cloud his judgement.

You clasp your hands close to your chest. “What do you want me to do?” You ask with sincerity. You want to help, you want to make whatever this is, stop.

He looks off for a second before coming back to you. “Steve. Grab Stevie,” he says before curling into a ball groaning in agony.

Ser Rogers, he’ll know what’s happening. You rush off, leaving your husband to find help. You rush down the hallways and across the castle with your dress pulled up high. How unladylike some would say. Finally getting to the knight’s quarter, you bang on Steve’s door. No response. You knock again, and this time there’s an answer from the other side, a very tired answer. The door finally opens, and your other husband opens the door with nothing on. You’ve seen his jewels a thousand times, so you don’t even take any notice in the moment.

“Put some clothes on, Buck needs you,” you blurt out. “He’s ill, and I don’t know what to do!” You exclaim.

Steve’s eyes widen as if he is now fully awoken and moves back into his room to grab some clothes. “Why not grab the doctor!?” He calls back.

“He wanted you!”

With your reply, he only looks even more confused. He slips on his pants and then a belt along with his knife. Just in case. Once dressed, you lead him all the way back to the throne room. The smoke has cleared since the doors have been opened, and you can spy that Bucky has fallen off the thrown onto the floor. He’s still wrapped up in his blanket and breathing heavily. You and Steve rush over to him as an uncontrollable fear squeezes your chest.

Steve kneels down and rolls Bucky over with a hand on his shoulder. Their Duke shouts in pain as if the touch of another is tormentful. Bucky sits up and shuffles backwards until he hits the throne with a huff. He looks at them, and you’re able to finally see it. His eyes shimmer a scarlet red. They look to you as if you’re just prey and nothing more. His heavy breathing stops, and it’s almost as if his eyes narrow down on you, ready to strike within seconds.

Before he can do anything, Steve steps in between you and the Duke. He forcefully places his hand on Bucky even though he hisses in pain, trying to get away from him. But he holds him in place as he moves his neck to one side, then the other, shaking it side to side. A sharp breath is taken in like Steve is shocked to see something. You can’t see from where to stand, but it must be bad.

“It got you,” Steve curses.

“What? What got him?” You ask.

“No,” Bucky almost whimpers. “Get away from me before I hurt you.”

You step around Steve to see what he’s looking at. His fingers brush over a red bite mark on Bucky neck. It looks painful, and there’s dried blood all around it.

“What’s happened,” you ask again. You have the right to know.

“I’m a fool,” Bucky says before covering his head with his blanket, hiding himself away.

Steve sits back with his knees to his chest. His gaze is hazy, he’s thinking, maybe overthinking. You kneel down next to him and place your hand over his. He slowly looks to you, staring at you for the longest time.

“On the brink of dawn today on our way back from South Brooklyn, we were attacked. It was only one man, and he took down five of our finest soldiers,” he tells out, looking off as if reliving the day. “This man separated us, and I lost sight of our Duke for only a minute. Just one... But I guess that was all it took.”

“Who was this man?”

“No.” He looks to you. “What was this man. I’ve only heard of tales in the north of these creatures. These creatures that live off blood, and with it, they have a strength that is beyond any man. But they crave blood, and that’s what this creature was doing. He drained my men of their blood as I saved our Duke. I… I had to leave them there to save him.”

“Why didn’t you tell me this happened?” You ask, more worry swelling up in your throat.

“We didn’t want to tell you of this attack to not worry you,” Steve admits.

You look back to Bucky cowering away. You don’t feel disgusted for what he is… or what he’s becoming. You feel pity, and you still want to help him. You reach out and move the blanket away from your husband’s face. He flinches away, but his red eyes meet your gaze. He expects to see anger, disgust, or even fear. But none of that shows in your face. Worry is what he sees. Worry for him? But why?

“You don’t need to hide yourself. Tell me how to help,” you offer him your understanding.

He opens his mouth to talk, but he shuts it, thinking his words over before he speaks, “I can’t stop wanting. Everything is so painful. I can feel and hear everything and…” he trails off, looking at your chest, “I can hear your heart. I can hear your blood rushing through it.”

You can feel your heart quicken a little at the thought. But still, no fear comes across you. This was your Bucky. He wouldn’t harm you. And Steve is here if anything goes sideways. So you do something that you never thought you would.

You grab Steve’s knife from his belt and hold it out. Bucky’s eyes widen, and your other husband begins to protest, but you stop both of them with a raised hand. You are not some damsel that needs to be protected. All you’ve ever wanted to do was help. With Steve being a Knight of Brooklyn and Bucky being the Duke, you have never been able to feel your worth. You’ve kept it to yourself because you knew that both of them would say that you need not worry. But you do none the less.

You hesitate before you cut on top of your arm. You don’t want to harm your own hand or cut too deeply in case you bleed out. It hurts. The pain has you gasping, breathing loudly. The knife is like a fire that won’t stop. The blood already begins to pool and dribble out of your wound. You look over to Bucky to see he’s staring at the blood with wide eyes, pupils dilated to small dots.

“It’s alright,” you say as you hold your arm out.

With that command, he grabs you and latches onto your arm. You can feel his teeth clamp down, but it isn’t painful. The painful part is him sucking at the wound. Drinking in the blood. but underlining a pleasure deep within. Maybe you were becoming delusional, but that didn't matter at this moment. Steve grabs onto your other arm as support, his eyes never leaving Bucky. You breathe heavily, controlling yourself as your arm burns a heavenly sensation.

The blanket drops from Bucky’s shoulders, and you realize that he’s naked under it. And he’s growing hard. You can feel your face redden at the sight.

Bucky let's go with a gasp, inhaling deeply before coughing. He stares at your arm before touching the blood that’s smeared over his mouth.

“Y/N,” Steve breathes out. “This can’t be good for the Duke.”

“Do you feel better?” You ask Bucky, ignoring Steve at the moment.

Bucky nods with a short yes before quickly wiping his mouth with the blanket. He then rips a part of the blanket off with a strength you’ve never seen. He wraps it around your wound tightly and you hiss at the discomfort.

“I’m sorry,” Bucky apologises.

You grab his face and look up at him. He winces at the touch but leans into it after a couple of seconds.

“There’s no need to be sorry,” You assure, bringing him in for a kiss, letting him know it’s alright. That there is no fear towards him. That he is still your husband and lover. You taste copper as you deepen the kiss and grip his hair in your fist.

He pulls away and looks at you, “Please, I… I need you right now.”

Steve chuckles, “Why don’t we take you’s two to your room?”

Bucky shakes his head. “No, no. I need you here to make sure I don’t hurt her. As an order from your Duke,” he says as if he’s out of breath.

After a while of staring at Bucky, clicking in his head on what’s going on, and then looking at you, he agrees. In all honesty, you’re a little turned on at having Steve watch while Bucky takes you. But this shouldn’t be a funny matter because Bucky is now something different entirely and doesn’t know his own strength enough that he needs Steve here to help. He’s desperate as well, and desperation can be a dangerous thing in itself.

Bucky is on you as soon as Steve agrees. He’s kissing your neck and grazing his newfound fangs over your skin. The feeling goes straight in between your legs. You shuffle back into Steve’s lap, and Bucky follows you as if he is stalking your body. The blanket is long forgotten, and Bucky towers over you on his hands and knees. He rides up your night dress with one hand, all the way to expose you to the cold air. You don’t wear anything underneath, for good reasons such as now. This was something Bucky taught you.

Steve watches intensely at the flashes of the fangs that Bucky keeps grazing over your skin. He holds onto you tightly so you don’t slip away, or so Bucky doesn’t drag you from him. You feel a light prick of the fangs, but they’re gone before you know it. You finally opened your eyes, you hadn’t realized you'd closed to see Steve grabbing the Duke by his hair.

“Watch yourself,” Steve says firmly. “Don’t bite, my Duke.”

Bucky nods vigorously before Steve lets go. One of your hands comes around and grips Steve’s thigh while the other is placed on Bucky’s chest.

“Careful, love,” you whisper up to him.

He looks back to you, gazing over you with confusion, then care. He brings his face down to your neck for your comfort. With the hand on Bucky’s chest, you bring it down to your pussy and quickly open yourself up. You’re already wet and it’ll have to be enough. With a gentle hand, you guide Bucky’s cock into you. He utters and whines into your neck. A sound you’ve never heard from your Duke but it only brings warmth to your chest.

Bucky begins at a brutal pace that has you gasping at every thrust. He moves you upwards into Steve’s lap further and further until you’re almost in a sitting position. You bring his head out of your neck and make him look at you.

“It’s okay, calm yourself. Easy, love,” you assure him, kissing his cheek and the corner of his mouth.

He slows down to a pace that sends a shock of pleasure through you with each push. He rests his forehead against yours as you grab Steve’s legs again. You feel his hard-on against your back, and it brings a small smile to your face. You push Bucky’s face back into your neck as he speeds up a little to ride out his high. You look up to Steve, who swallows thickly.

“You can have a go later tonight,” you tell him through pants as you pat his cheek softly. All he can do is stare at you as his face flushes a bright red. He blushes so easily, you thought.

Bucky grabs your hips a little too tightly and lifts them a little to get a better angle. You moan out loudly as he hits your spot over and over again, sending thrills through your being. You can feel yourself growing closer with each thrust. The pain is something you never knew you would enjoy. The searing grip of his hands is definitely going to leave bruises, but the thought of it strangely excites you. You become louder and louder at just the thought, uncaring of anyone outside the throne room to hear.

The pleasure rips through you all at once, crashing into you like a wave at the beach. You gasp out loud and grab onto Bucky tightly as he keeps fucking into you through your orgasm. It’s blissful pain that has you panting and whining. Bucky’s thrust becomes stuttered and you know he’s close. He fucks into you once more, and then he dives deep, coming inside of you with a shuttering breath. The warmth that comes with his load sends a shiver down your spine.

The both of you are left panting, and slowly, you collect yourselves. Bucky pulls out carefully, but he stays lying atop of you. Steve keeps holding onto your body as if something else is going to happen. Worry is still written on his face as he stares down at Bucky.

“We’ll work through whatever this is, Stevie,” you try and calm your lover's nerves. But he is a Knight for a reason. It is why he is a knight in the first place. Bucky’s shoulders begin shaking, and you feel a wetness fall on your collarbone. You lift his head up once more to see hot tears rolling down his face.

“Shh, shh,” you hush as you wipe his tears away. “It’s alright.”

You bring him in for a hug as he sobs. You rub his back as you think of the future. Of what’s to come. You’ll have to become the stone for both of them. None of you knows what Bucky truly is now only other than the folk tales that whisper in the night. It’s all a learning experience for all of you. But you’re ready for the challenge that comes with this. and so were they.

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