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royalsweetteaa · 2 years

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Two for one

Pairing: fratboy!Johnny Storm x best friend!reader

WARNING - the following story contains: eventual explicit smut, thigh grinding/penetrative sex, oral sex (F receiving), love confessions, angst, eventual fluff, best friends to lovers trope, jealous!Johnny, reader being shy/insecure, family friend!Bucky Barnes of reader, Bisexual!Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers makes a brief appearance.

Pt. | 1 | 2 | (complete)

Summary: You and Johnny have been best friends since primary school and you’ve had a crush on him for the longest time. When you reach college and it becomes clear your feelings are one sided, you try to move on. Imagine to your surprise when Johnny expresses his dislike to that.

Johnny’s POV

24 hours later and her words still rung in my head, over and over again like a broken recorder.

“I love love you.”

“I LOVE love you.”

When she confessed to me yesterday right outside of the cafeteria, I was left standing in utter shock. Somehow it had never crossed my mind.

Her, the smart, well-educated and prettiest woman beyond body and soul I knew, let alone my best friend being in love with me, a foolish, impulsive fuckboy who doesn’t know what I’ll be doing by the end of college. It just didn’t sound reasonable nor believable, yet here we were.

So much made sense now. There were so many scenarios I could recall where I should have known she loved me beyond being friends.

A specific situation comes to mind when we first settled down in college which was about two years ago, and she came by my dorm to be met by one of my nightstands at the door, asking who she is. I quickly rushed over and greeted her with a dopey smile as I told the other chick to gather her stuff and leave. Y/N looked incredibly upset, and me being an idiot thought she was just embarrassed and mad I hadn’t warned her about someone else being here with me. It ended up with her saying she doesn’t feel well and we decided to move our hangout for another day.

Shit. How could I be this clueless?

Tonight was Saturday, and yet another party was being arranged at Fred’s clubhouse. This night might just break the streak of me always coming over, by any given opportunity.

For the first time in my life, as I sunk my body into my bed, I realized I was feeling something.

I was feeling incredibly sad. I would almost call it being depressed, and that was a rare emotion for me to feel.

The memories of all the times I would sleep in her dorm when I was too drunk to get to my own and she would offer the bed while she slept on a floor mattress, but of course I never let her. I would convince her to sleep on the bed with me, and when she was convinced enough, we would sleep so close to each other because it was so natural for us to do so. Waking up with her by my side and sober was a privilege of its own.

Something memorable that has been haunting the deepest parts of my mind without me realizing it was when we skinny dipped late at night as means of celebrating our graduation of high school. We had our towels on, covering our naked forms right before we left it flying behind us as we jumped down off the deck. We promised each other beforehand to only look into the water and not at each other, but I had broken that promise by a split second of entering into the water.

I saw her, completely naked, the moonlight defining her figure so beautifully — I almost forgot to pull myself up to the surface when we were beneath.

God, she’s breathtaking, I remembered thinking.

All of these memories made me miss her so much. This week has felt like an eternity, and I was drained despite doing little to nothing the whole week.

I started to ask myself if everything I was feeling had a deeper meaning to it. Did I perhaps love her the same way? Or was this only grief over the temporary loss of my best friend? Am I unknowingly attached to her?

I have never been in love, and I don’t think I will ever learn how to love through anyone else other than her. Then again, I knew it would be unfair to her to keep on false hope when I wasn’t 100% sure of myself. The last thing I wanted was to further fuck up our relationship and to hurt her.

She was right about one thing; she wasn’t a little girl anymore, she had said the night we split. After she told me she had a date, I knew I had lost what was once an unconscious grip I had on her.

I still didn’t want to loose that grip, but I knew it wasn’t fair for her. It’s true when people say you don’t truly know what you have until you loose it.

Suddenly, my phone rang from my nightstand and I lazily reached out to answer it.

“Hello?” I asked, not bothered to check up the person behind the call.

“Dude, where are you?”

I recognized it as Rick’s voice, one of my pals.

“At my dorm. Why?”

“What?! Why are you there? You know it’s Saturday, right?”

“Yeah…I’m too tired to be partying at Fred’s tonight. Y’all enjoy yourselves though, okay?”

“Ah…alright we will.” I was about to hang up but Rick added something that caught my attention. “I just assumed you had to be here somewhere because even that girl friend of yours is here. Guess she came alone with that guy I see she has her arm on.”

I rose up from the bed immediately and frowned. “Wait, Y/N’s there too? Who’s she with?”

“I don’t know man. Just some pretty guy with long, brown hair. Why?”

I hung up, not bothered to answer and waste more time. I had to get myself ready for the party.

2nd person POV

“Rad party. Is it really this awesome each Saturday?” Bucky, your family friend asked, amazed at the environment.

“I suppose, yeah…” you replied while you scanned the area.

You and Bucky didn’t hung out often outside of your family gatherings, but you have known each other since childhood, and Bucky had contacted you this evening as he was in town for an internship. He was by two years older than you, and you weren’t super close, but somehow Bucky radiated that energy of being a trustable person, so you were comfortable to update him about personal topics such as your current relationship with Johnny, especially since he wasn’t a part of your college community. He was perhaps the only one who knew about your feelings for Johnny before you confessed him yesterday about it.

“Well, I appreciate you for taking me here. Wouldn’t know where to go without someone who’s familiar with the place. I’ve heard about this clubhouse but haven’t gotten around to spend a night here. I hope it wasn’t a bother, especially since you mentioned a particular person likes to come here often.” Bucky said, looking apologetically at you.

You shrugged and gave him a reassuring smile. “It’s fine, I don’t think he’ll even notice me if he’s here too. Besides, I’m more focused on finding the most handsome guy in this building and shoot my shot.” You said, saying it more as a causal joke but with a little seriousness to it.

You weren’t going to lie and say you didn’t have a mission of your own. Despite Johnny’s last week fiasco, talking and dancing with Charles had increased your confidence, and you had a goal of getting yourself known as a single woman, looking for a competent partner. Of course you weren’t expecting to find a guy right away. It was a process you had to be patient with.

Bucky smirked. “There won’t be a shot to shoot if I find him first.”

You gasped dramatically. “You wouldn’t dare!”

“Let’s make it a challenge, doll.”

A good half an hour later, Johnny entered the clubhouse, looking in every space and corner for you and the mystery guy you had apparently brought with you. It must be the guy she said she was going on a date with yesterday, Johnny thought.

At the side lines of where people were dancing, Johnny finally saw you and turned sour when he saw the guy fitting Rick’s description. You were even talking to a third guy — a blonde and quite tall one. Johnny recognized him as Steve Rogers who had recently come from the military to further pursue his education in college. He had heard a description of him repeated by many of his one nightstands; he was a man of women’s dreams.

“Fuck”, Johnny muttered under his breath.

He didn’t know why he was even here. Again his impulsiveness had put him in action. Somehow he thought he could walk up to Y/N and….— well, he didn’t even know what he would have done or said.

“Oh, Johnny, how nice to see you, baby. Was wondering where you were. The party just isn’t fun without you around,” a woman who’s name might be Claire or Clara said behind him as she walked in front and wrapped her arms around his neck.

He only knew her as someone he had slept with two weeks ago, and having her on him like this set him with a different and uncomfortable feeling he wasn’t used to.

Only a week ago, he was craving for all the female attention — yet somehow he was completely put off by it now, in a time of hurry to resolve the issues he had with Y/N.

“Oh, hey, - um yeah I’m not in the mood right now so if you could just…remove your hands away from me..” Johnny said with a timid smile as he picked her arms up and made her detach from him.

Her facade of a bubbly bimbo quickly turned off as she clearly took offense to that. “What’s your problem? I thought we had a great time last we saw each other.” She said as she placed her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyebrow.

“Yeah, I just don’t do that stuff anymore. Now move along.” Johnny said hastily, loosing his patience.

The woman gasped at his unbothered reply. “Asshole! What, you found someone special? You know what, — Whatever. Whoever has you wrapped around their finger wouldn’t settle down for a manwhore such as yourself.” She spat, and tiptoed her way in her high heel shoes.

Johnny was left feeling very insecure of himself with what that woman had just said. He felt empty of how he couldn’t even defend himself because it was true.

I’m just a fucking manwhore who’s been wasting my time, getting my dick wet because I could.

Shame. Yet another emotion that was awakening in him and something he wasn’t used to at all. Johnny never felt shame. He was an honest man who when he had needs, he pursued for satisfaction. But what did it help now? Was it really worth it?

He lifted his head up to see the guy with long brown hair heading to the men’s restroom. The blonde guy - Steve, had disappeared, leaving Y/N alone at the drink servings where she ordered a grape-flavored fanta. Still, while she’s here with her own reasons, she refuses to drink alcohol because in her own words, ‘it tastes like shit’. Bless her heart, he thought.

Johnny decided to follow Bucky into the restroom, seeing as it was his only opportunity to inspect him now that he was finally separated from Y/N. He made sure to avoid being seen by Y/N or his friends as they would announce his presence to the whole crowd if they saw him. He had come at the right time as Bucky was just about to walk over to the sink and wash his hands. Johnny played it off casually and went to the second sink away from where Bucky was standing, keeping a gap between the two men.

Johnny pretended he was checking for any imperfections on his face, picking up some paper to pretend he was wiping away something from his mouth.

His eyes subtly studied Bucky — specifically his neck, face and hands for anything that would indicate he and Y/N have passed second base.

No hickies…no bite marks…no scratches….

Somehow the thought of Y/N having sex with another guy made him ill. He hadn’t at all considered Y/N having sex, let alone even losing her virginity. He knew he had no right as he’s one to talk, but he couldn’t help it. The fact that he knew little to nothing about Y/N’s sexual experiences made him feel like even more of an awful friend, but then again she hadn’t ever opened up about it herself. She would literally skip sex scenes in movies just to avoid seeing them because she thought it was embarrassing, and Johnny only found her innocent demeanor to be hilarious.

For a long enough moment, Bucky audibly sighed and made eye contact with Johnny through the mirror. “I know what you’re doing, and supervising me won’t get you anywhere.”

Johnny stiffened, not at all prepared to be called out for his actions.

“Johnny, right? I know who you are. I’m not after Y/N, if that’s what you’re worried about. Though I don’t see how it’s any of your concern since you are, or should I say you were only best friends, no?”

Johnny scoffed. So he isn’t her date but just a friend, he concluded in his head. “We’re still best friends. We’re just..going through stuff.”

“She told me as such. She’s trying to move on but you can’t seem to stop her from doing so, am I right? What, you’ve caught feelings for her too but you don’t want to commit but you also don’t want to let her go? How do you think that’ll work out?”

Johnny pursed his lips, before he chuckled, though it was obviously one out of annoyance. “You don’t know shit, pal. You think you have the right to open your mouth and talk about our relationship like you know everything. Well you don’t, and you’ll never know her the way I do.” Johnny spat, getting quite irritated by the guy. He stepped closer, to which Bucky rolled his eyes at Johnny’s immatureness.

“Listen man, if you’re going to go after every guy that hangs out with Y/N, you might have to ask yourself a few questions as to why you’re doing it. Is it because you love her the way she loves you? If so, you gotta cut the shit and tell her. You also have to think wether you’re willing to drop your fuckboy lifestyle for her, because there ain’t no way you can have both. That’s just not how relationships work.” Bucky explained, with hands up in defense. “If you’re simply protective over her, that’s fair. But don’t get in the way of her having a good time when you always have. It’s hypocritical.” Bucky ended his discussion of advice and gave a condescending pat on Johnny’s shoulder before leaving the restroom, leaving Johnny to ponder heavily on what he had just been told.

Of course he knew he couldn’t have both. He didn’t want to have both either. The question was wether or not he was deserving of the one thing that mattered more.

When he walked out to the crowded space, he had no aim on where to go. He simply walked around mindlessly, not a single thought bothering him but the environment kept him uneasy.

He leaned against a wall in front of the dance floor, his eyes wandering at random couples - some grinding their bodies together in a sexual manner while others were twirling their partner for fun. He was tempted to drown himself in alcohol to not have to deal with his current dreadful emotions.

Then, his eyes caught on something that would make everything feel even worse.

She was there with Steve, slow-dancing as it was apparent they were in the midst of having a conversation. She was smiling at him, biting her lip occasionally of whatever Steve was telling her.

Johnny let out a shuttering breath as he felt what could only be described as excruciating pain through his chest.

This is what she’s been feeling this whole time.

An unfamiliar sting of a sensation in his eyes made him squint, and that was when he felt a single teardrop drip down from his cheek.

He had to wipe under his eye and study the wetness as if he couldn’t believe he was crying himself. He looked back and saw she saw laughing at whatever joke Steve had whispered in her ear.

His head was cleared up with a single reassurance that he held onto as he let the tears continue to stream.

She’s now going to be happy. You’re going to be so happy for her. Just wait and see.

For once, Johnny had won over his impulsiveness, and had convinced himself he should leave Y/N in peace. The way she wants. If this was the last time he would see her without her even sparing him a glance, he would accept it for her sake. She deserves this.

Right just before he was about to leave, Y/N and Steve rotated while they danced, making her ultimately face what was to the side of Steve’s broad shoulder.

Y/N’s POV

He was right there, staring back at me, in a way that put me so off edge.

Why was he crying? Even more notably - why was he smiling all the meanwhile? Why were all the feelings I had managed to ignore in record time coming back to me by at the mere sight of his face?

I had never seen him like that, let alone seen him crying as if you were breaking his heart.

He gave a sheepish wave and that same reassuring smile he always wore on his face when he didn’t want me to worry about something. This time it was anything but reassuring though.

My eyes followed him as he walked away, not glancing back even once when he walked out to the exit. I grew distressed as thousands of questions were swirling through my mind with a single command, begging me to check up on him.

As I faced the man before me again, all I could see was him. Those same blue orbs were staring right back at me, and it might as well have been Johnny in my eyes. A wave of emotions hit me as I felt myself getting stuck between the surroundings of many people. My breathing was getting shallow, and all I wanted now was to leave.

“U-um..I’m sorry, Steve, I think I need a little air. Thanks for the dance though.” I told Steve, and he kindly let go of me without question.

I rushed out of the clubhouse after Johnny in a hurry, and was relieved to see he had yet to reach his car which was still a few feet away from where he was.

“Johnny.” I nearly whispered his name, but it was no doubt audible to Johnny’s ears as the outside world of the clubhouse was one of silence.

He turned around at my calling. “Y/N?” He stood still on the same spot as I walked closer and studied his bloodshot eyes.

“W-Why are you crying?…Why did you…why did you leave like that as if….”

As if I’ll never see you again?

I couldn’t pick a question of which I first wanted an answer for.

He swallowed thickly as he shook his head and wiped his cheeks from any moisture that still lingered. “I don’t know….I guess I just realized then and there as you were dancing with that man that…— you were right. You aren’t a little girl anymore. And I’m not a little kid anymore either, yet somehow it’s taken this long to realize I’ve been nothing but a fool for wasting my time with things that didn’t matter and hurting the one person I love the most, —

— that person being you.”

2nd person POV

“I’m sorry, Y/N. For everything. For not picking up all the times your face fell when I was flirting with other women. For embarrassing you last Saturday night and ruining your chances with that guy. For having to contain your misery in order to keep our friendship going while I was doing shit out of satisfactory convenience. I’m so fucking sorry.”

You sniffed, wiping a tear right as it was about to shed down. You had become so emotional by everything Johnny had said — it would almost be inhuman to not be crying. You couldn’t resist it anymore as you wrapped your arms around him, giving him a hug out of appreciation for pouring his heart out to you. That he was as much as crying over the guilt which you never wanted to lay on him. “It’s not all your fault. I never told you anything, and it was obvious you couldn’t tell. I know you would have cared otherwise. Besides, it’s your life. You are single and have every right to do as you please.”

“I know….” He said with a sigh. “But I still feel compelled to ask for forgiveness because it still makes me undeserving of you, and a selfish part of me wants you to forgive me so you can give me another chance. Because as it turns out, I think…..—

— I think I may be in love with you too, Y/N.”

Your sorrowful face turned into a glare as you pulled away — unsure if he was being serious or pulling an off putting prank.

“Johnny, I’ve loved you since primary school and endured every time you’ve admittedly slept with several women at the same time. You don’t love me the way I love you.” You said sternly, hoping he would understand love wasn’t a word to throw around.

He nodded, agreeing to your statement as it was only fair. “Maybe not with everything you’ve been put through, but I want to love you that way. If it counts, I was willing to leave tonight without bothering you because I love you too much not to disrupt your chances with someone who deserves you. I know that I don’t truly deserve to be forgiven, but we’re standing here now, together. — And I believe an ‘us’ is possible if you would give me a chance now that I know there’s a possibility for us to be.”

You shook your head as you faced the ground, a sob threatening to arrupt once again during your most important conversation of all time.

“We can’t, Johnny. I’m scared…I don’t want to loose you as my best friend…” your voice cracked as you buried yourself into his chest once again, trying to hide your tearful face. He stroked your back and kissed the top of your head before he rested his chin on you.

“Lovers can still be best friends….you’re the only woman I’ve emotionally connected to in a way that ruins me if we’re separated for too long. I long for your voice and your touch….your gaze as you stare into my eyes with your beautiful ones…I hope you know I’ve meant it all the times I’ve called you beautiful. Back to when we were dressing up for Halloween and you were a princess with your cute little tiara on, — and look at you now; you’re all grown up into a lady. Still so beautiful. So pretty.” He whispered at the near end, giving your hair a few strokes for comfort.

You looked at him timidly and let out a breathless laugh as you wiped away the tears that you knew had smeared your mascara. “I always thought you said it to be nice…”

Johnny frowned, almost offended you would assume such a thing. “I wouldn’t call you beautiful if I didn’t think you were, tootsie. You think honest little me would have thought of lying about how pretty you are? We’re talking about the same kid who asked one of the old teachers why she had saggy tits. I had no filter whatsoever, baby.” Johnny said with a chuckle.

You couldn’t help but laugh out loud as the memory was brought back to you. He was making you laugh away your sadness, like old times, you thought.

You took a deep sigh after, now having the courage to look at him again in his eyes. He could only smile with content back at you and put a hair strand behind your ear as it was in the way of your eyes.

“I love when you laugh….I’m so fucking sorry I led you on. You didn’t deserve to wait this long. I was too distracted to notice how you felt, but you need to believe me when I say I have always cared about you. I love you, Y/N. I want to the same way you do, anyway. I can’t define what love is but I know you’re the closest I’ve felt to it. Give us a try. I promise, I’m willing to give up everything I once called my way of living in a heartbeat if you give me a chance.”

You sniffed once more, though you seemed to have come over your emotional wave. “I don’t know….I guess we’ll have to see if we work over a first date.” You said, adding a wink and a mischievous smile. He returned it with a smirky laugh as he clearly had an idea from that witty head of his.

“How about we get out of here? I actually have a place in mind where I want to take you. Will you allow me, princess?”

Of course you did. After all, how could you resist him when he was asking with that charming face of his?

You drove a good half an hour out from the city before you were driving along cabins and farms. You were sure you had seen the same houses before with the same late night lighting coming from the moon alone. You had requested for a hint of where he was taking you, but Johnny could only smile at you as he gave you the short reply of;

“You’ll know when we get there.”

While on the road, you had texted Bucky, apologizing for leaving on a short notice and to let him know you’re fine. You felt bad for leaving Steve too when you had been getting along the short time you spent together, but you knew he easily could get a new girl to tag on his arm with how handsome he was. There was really no other person you would rather be with than being with the person sitting right next to you.

Johnny pulled over to a small road, and the memories were soon clearing things up to you once you saw a lake with a long deck attached to the land.

You gasped in disbelief that this was the place Johnny had thought of this whole time. “We’re here? But why?”

“Because, we’re going skinny dipping, tootsie.” Johnny announced with a grin. “Just like what we did when we celebrated our high school graduation. A special place of our own.”

“So, this has become like our very own spot, huh? Or have you been sharing it with other people too?” You asked jokingly, only to regret it immediately.

“I would never. Trust me, this is only ours….— and I guess whoever owns that fancy cabin up that hill. Guessing they were the ones to set up this nice deck. I’m sure they don’t mind sharing though.” Johnny chuckled lightheartedly.

He reached out for your hand and you grabbed it with no hesitation as you walked through quietly and carefully down the short path leading to the deck.

Johnny was already in the process of removing his shirt, and you took it as cue to start undressing as well. As you had removed your fancy party dress which you couldn’t care less about, a concern came to mind when you were left with only your undergarments on.

“Um…Johnny? Do you by any chance have any towels with you?”

He had just removed his pants when he looked up at you, only briefly distracted by the image in front of him. Since when have you been using lingerie? came the question to Johnny’s mind. He was almost caught drooling but he shook away the distraction and turned his gaze down.

“Uh, no I’m sorry…this was kind of a last minute idea to come here. I should have remembered, I’m sorry. I’ll turn around though, if it’ll convince you to still dive in with me.” He said, brushing his hand over his neck in embarrassment.

“Okay…you promise you won’t look right?

“I won’t. As soon as our clothes are off, I’ll grab your hand and we’ll run forward to the water without looking anywhere else, okay?”

You reluctantly agreed and took off your last pieces of clothing while Johnny faced away and did the same.

“Are you fully undressed?”

“Yes,…you?”

He let out a sharp breath before answering positively. “Are you ready?”

You shrugged, feeling a little anxiety settling in. “As I can ever be.”

“I’ll take that as a yes. Grab my hand.”

“I don’t know how without looking behind me…” you said, as you peeked through your side but couldn’t see his hand reaching out to you.

“I don’t care. It’s not the first time you’ve seen my ass. You can look at it anytime, baby.” He said cockily. You just knew he was smirking proudly of himself for saying that.

You gulped and decided to trust him for consenting to look. As you turned, you were met with his muscular back towards you, and your eyes wandered down to where his arm was reaching out to which his butt was at full display at the same eye level.

What a nice ass, was the only thing you could think of as you tried your best to not let it distract you too much. Once you grabbed his hand, you were immediately dragged off to the deck.

You ran as fast as you could, Johnny slowing his pace to match yours as he was a quicker runner. Before your anxiety could retract you, you were already jumping out from the end of deck, your bodies colliding with the water milliseconds later.

You were down below for a few moments, with you pulling up to the surface first. Johnny came up a few seconds later as he had probably challenged himself to stay under for longer.

“Hell yeah, that was awesome!” Johnny cheered as he used the palm of his hands to wipe away the water from his eyelids. He quickly looked around and saw you, rubbing your one eye, clearly in discomfort.

“You okay?” He asked out of worry when you didn’t say anything.

“Yeah, I just got something in my eye…probably a piece of seaweed or something.” You replied, still having troubles opening your one eye.

“Here, let me see.” He offered, and swam closer to you. He cupped your face with one hand to keep your head steady as he took a closer look. “Ah, there it is.” He said, and carefully touched the side of your eye to remove something that looked like a tiny part of a leaf or your suggestion of a seaweed, but it was hard to tell with only the moon light to shine things to view. He carefully picked it out, and you blinked a few times before your eye was becoming unbothered by the earlier irritation.

“Thanks. Aside from having my eye attacked, it was fun. It’s cold though.” You said and shivered with gritted teeth.

You hadn’t noticed you were so close to each other after he had helped you remove the thing from your eye, and now you were silently staring, with only the sound of the small waves hitting the surface. Your leg as they kept on swaying to hold yourself up on the surface accidentally brushed against his thigh.

“Oh, sorry…I uh, we’re kinda close right now.” You said, as if it wasn’t obvious enough.

He smiled adoringly as he could tell he was making you a little nervous. “Yeah…I guess we are.”

Your eyes fell from his eyes to his lips as you saw how red they had become from the low temperate of the water. They looked awfully kissable to you as of now. Your face closed into his as you craved him too much not to do so.

The idea seemed to have crossed his mind too because he leaned at the same time, hunger for your lips striking within every nerve and bone of his body.

He moved you back against the deck as he hung his arm on it for support and used his other hand to hold your chin for a kiss. His lips met yours in harmony, so perfectly placed together it could be an evidence of its own that you’re meant for each other. Your arms hung around his shoulders for support as you grew tired of kicking your legs to keep afloat.

He could feel your perky nipples against his chest, and he nearly wanted to have you further pressed against him — but for once he allowed himself not to follow lust. This was all about a gesture of pure love for you, one you were giving him back through the kiss. It was sweet and simple, something he wasn’t used to but it could gladly be the only affectionate gesture you shared with him if you wanted to.

Once your lips detached, you slowly pulled away to take another good look into each other’s eyes. The corner of his lips perked upwards into an amused smirk.

“Now that was even more amazing. Didn’t peg you for a good kisser, princess.”

You playfully hit him in the chest and faked a shocked gasp. “Rude!”

You got out of the water by the lakefront shortly, making sure not to look at each other while you dried yourselves as best as you could. Johnny would shake himself like a dog, making all the water splatter away and run down his body quicker.

“Well, seeing as we don’t have any towels, we’ll just have to tolerate being a little wet.” Johnny said, not at all satisfied with the feeling of soaking his boxers as he slid them back on.

You hummed as you tried to dry your hair by pressing out the water that was still contained in your hair strands. You shook your legs where most of the water had built up by the end of your body, and while it was uncomfortable to put your dry clothes back on when you were still wet, you didn’t have much of a choice.

Soon enough, you were both dressed again, and you finally faced each other to leave.

“This was kind of romantic of you, you know…I’m very happy you took me here again.” you softly commented. Johnny could only smile gleefully and tighten his grip on your hand. He pulled your hand up to his face and gave it a kiss.

“I’m glad to hear, baby.”

When you sat down on the passenger seat, you couldn’t help but feel unsatisfied about something. It was as if something was missing — like there was something you wanted to do before you left the area and wouldn’t return for the foreseeable future.

As you looked to your side where Johnny was sitting with wet hair, trying to pull out his car keys from his small pocket looking ever so sexy, you finally knew what it was you wanted to do.

“I think I want you to fuck me here, Johnny.”

He visibly stiffened when those words left your mouth. He had to look at you and see you, as if he couldn’t tell you had just asked that or if it was something he imagined. “W-What? Like Right here? Right now?” Johnny asked, not sure if he understood you right.

You bit your lip and nodded at him shyly. He gulped, not believing his luck that you were aroused. As tempted as he was to pounce over you right then and there, guilt arose and it stopped him from taking any action.

“I don’t think that’s the best idea, Y/N…shouldn’t we wait at least until we’ve been on a real first date? Or I don’t know, - have sex in like a fancy hotel or something instead? I really want to show you how much I care and love you like no other girl.” Johnny explained while caressing your cheek.

You smiled at him and held over his hand with your own. “That’s really sweet, Johnny. The fact that you’re willing to wait and plan out where we should have sex means a lot to me.” You smiled adoringly. He nodded, and was about to start the car engine but you held his jaw to face you again as you moved closer to him.

“But as a matter of fact, I really want to have sex with you in your car, while we’re at the most romantic spot you have ever thought of bringing me to, in the middle of nowhere where no one can bother us. I’m not scared anymore of showing myself to you. Please, Johnny…..fuck me. I want you so bad...” You plead - almost moaned as you rested your hand on his thigh.

He could already feel himself harden beneath his pants at the mere feeling of your pretty hand so close to his crotch was convincing enough. The fact that you were confidently seducing him told him he should give you what you want. He wanted to fuck you just as much in the tight space as you wanted to.

“Since you’re being so touchy with my thigh, why don’t we start with you riding it, princess? Wanna have you make a mess on my jeans…make yourself nice and wet for me to feast on later.” He said seductively, words dripping like sweet honey.

You climbed off your seat and leaned on him, attaching your lips to his once again — this time humming moans into his mouth as you savored the wonderful sensation which you have been dreaming of for so long. He nibbled at your bottom lip, only to groan when you hungrily pulled yourself against him for a deeper kiss.

His hands placed carefully on your hips, ever so often squeezing your flesh for his own amusement. He was trying to make access to slip his tongue inside your mouth, but you were foreign to know his intentions.

“C’mon, don’t go shy on me now. Open your mouth a little…” he muttered. You submitted to him, and let his tongue invade your mouth, occasionally dancing with your tongue before closing in for an open mouthed kiss.

“Come sit on my knee and grind yourself on it….stick your tongue out too. I wanna suck it, tootsie…” he muttered with pure lust. You hazily listened to his demands, already fucked out of your mind as you were growing wetter between your legs.

He was incredibly good at this…, you had figured as much before, but this time you fell victim of his skillful techniques of seduction.

He sucked your tongue into his mouth, and your eyes rolled back when he made you grind out with your hips against his thigh. You repeated the motion, your underwear being the only layer of clothing that separated your cunt and Johnny’s thigh.

You breathlessly pulled away, making Johnny open his eyes, his lustful gaze frowning slightly at your sudden retreat.

“I wanna…I wanna take off my underwear…” you reluctantly announced as you let out a hot breath. “Tear’em off, please…I can’t wait anymore.” You mewled in agony.

Johnny didn’t need to be told twice as he ripped them by the side and let the fabric seep away from your wet cunt. You yelped at the feeling of your ruined garment dragging along your pussy lips, creating the tiny friction you so badly craved.

When you opened your eyes again, you saw Johnny eyeing your exposed cunt, seated against his thigh. His brows knitted into a face that screamed primal lust for sex.

“Oh, fuck…would you look at that. What a cute baby pussy you have.” He purred while licking his lips. You whined at his comment, not expecting it to be his response of a reaction. He reached out and spread your pussy lips apart for a better view of your hole.

“Johnny!” You cried out, foreign to the feeling of someone else’s fingers touching your sex. When he let go, you continued to hump against him, desperate for stimulation. You clung onto him with your arms around his shoulders, your moans heaven to Johnny’s ears.

“You said you’ve had a crush on me since primary school, right?” Johnny asked huskily into your ear. You nodded feverishly, confused as to why he asked in the midst of you rubbing your cunt against his thigh.

He leaned into your ear and let out a hot breath before speaking. “That means you most definitely have touched yourself to the thought of me, right?“

Oh, he was going to be the death of you.

You buried your face into his neck in embarrassment as you whispered a ‘yes’.

He chuckled lowly and stroked your back for comfort. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of, tootsie.” He assured softly. “ I’ve touched myself to the thought of you too…”

“W-What?” You asked, letting out a shuddered gasp.

“It’s true…I did it twice - maybe thrice during last year of high school because….— well, you matured and I started to find you attractive. But each time I did it, I felt so fucking guilty and I used all my willpower to stop. I made a promise that I would never try to take things further with you because you meant too much to me, and I didn’t want to make it weird between the two of us if I continued to drive that sexual feeling, so I just…suppressed it I guess. My mistake…” He admitted with a grunt.

He could feel you soaking his trousers as if they weren’t already wet enough, and he could feel your cunt pulse with each grind. He softly pulled you away to see you in a flushed out state, your eyes barely holding up as you panted. He took a good look at your cunt again.

“Look at how much you’ve drenched me, Y/N…” he cooed, patting your ass lightly.

“I’m sorry…” you mumbled, looking down at the wet patch with guilt.

Johnny lifted up your gaze to meet his right away. “Hey, don’t feel sorry. I’m just teasing you. I want nothing more than to dive into your wet pussy and taste your sweet juices. Would you like that? Wanna have me eat you out in the backseat, baby?”

He only needed your weak nod as clarification, and he was already pulling his seat down, making you collapse onto his chest so suddenly. You crawled to the back first and settled yourself on the corner seat to leave more room for Johnny to come behind with you. He followed soon after and towered you.

“Take your dress off and let me see your tits, Y/N…” Johnny requested.

“You gotta take off your clothes too! I want to see you..” You whined as your eyes wandered to the tent in his boxers. You almost grew thirsty as you saw a wet patch of what you could assume was precum leaking out.

“Right, right…hope I don’t scare you with my size. You’re still a virgin, aren’tcha?” Johnny asked, his mind still with the assumption you were still pure.

You bit the inside of your cheek, suddenly feeling anxious as you were about to come with the following confession; “No, I’m not actually…but I would still like to go slow since it’s been a while…”

Johnny froze and looked up at you when he was in the midst of unbuckling his belt. So I was wrong, he thought.

“Oh…— I mean, of course you’re not. Shouldn’t be surprising as most people loose it at some point during our teens…” Johnny quickly brushed off casually. “And we’ll take it slow. Don’t you worry one bit, tootsie.”

He pulled off his pants and shirt, smirking as he lastly pulled down his boxers where his hardened cock sprung free, bobbing slightly as it aimed right at you. You let out a shuddered gasp at the sight of it, finally able to conclude that the real thing beat your past imaginations of how his cock would look like.

“It’s so long and pretty…” you said, not intending to say it out loud but it escaped your mouth with no thoughts. He snickered at your compliment, which made your thighs squeeze together in anticipation, wanting nothing more but to have him inside of you.

“Nu-uh! Keep’em spread. Before I fuck you into paradise, m’gonna follow through and eat you out like I promised…” he whispered, before he bowed down in front of your pussy — so close to it you could feel his breath on you.

You whimpered when his tongue flickered at your leaking hole first, before he lazily licked a stripe upwards of your cunt. When he met the top, he licked your clit a few times before sucking on it.

Your hands held tightly onto the top of his head, not knowing where else to put them as he kept on torturing you with his slow licks.

“Hmmm…love your pussy juice, baby…might just be my new favorite taste out of everything there is….” He moaned against the soft flesh. You couldn’t see it from your point of view, but Johnny was jacking his cock off to receive some relief out of his already pent up sexual desire.

He didn’t warn you when he inserted a finger inside of you, loosening up your tight hole for what would soon come and invade your cunt.

“It’s gettin’ real fucking hot in here…wanna leak my leather seats with your sweet juices and get us all sticky in here, huh?”

“Uh-huh!” You responded with a high pitched voice, feeling yourself getting closer with how good Johnny’s fingers felt. He scissored your weeping hole, stretching it wider than it has been for a long time. “Mmmh! Oh, fuck! Johnnyyyy..” you whined his name as his tongue once again invaded your clit, his tongue circling around the sensitive nub.

He gave your pussy a few kisses before he rose up. “I could be between your legs for hours, but I really need to be inside of you before I make myself cum…”

You nodded while eagerly making yourself comfortable on the seat for Johnny to nestle himself between your thighs.

“Gather some spit in your mouth and carefully spit into my hand, princess…” he ordered you softly.

You did as he said, not really knowing why he needed it, but not questioning him as you let the liquid seep out of your mouth and onto his hand.

“There you go….” He cooed, before applying it to his cock, stroking it a few times with the slick, making your eyes widen.

Somehow he had turned you on immensely by using your spit as lube for his dick.

He held it and pointed it towards your cunt, already sinking the tip in. You grabbed onto his shoulders for better support and cried out. He grunted when he passed being halfway inside of you.

“S-So big…” you whined when he was almost all in. He hunched over you and held his hands over your hips.

“It’s okay, princess, you can take it…-fuck, you’re so tight!..” He groaned as he squeezed his eyes shut in order not to cum. “Oh god, this is something else…” he moaned under his breath.

Your legs wrapped around him with your fingers digging into his back as he began to slowly move his hips, his balls lightly tapping your ass for each roll.

“Mmmm, fuuuck…How does it feel to finally fuck your best friend, huh? It feels fucking amazing on my end, but I wanna know….” He said with a brief pause as he adjusted his hips to roll deeper into your cervix. “..Is it as good as how you imagined it to be? I need to know. Please tell me, baby.”

“Oh, yess!! Aaahh, it feels a thousand times better than I imagined! Love your cock so much, Johnny! You’re fucking me soooo good! Nghh — aaaah!” Your head threw up against the end of the seat, not having felt this good in your life.

“Yeaah, that’s it…what best friend would I be if I didn’t fuck your tight, baby pussy as good right as I do? M’gonna make you cream all over this seat, baby.” He purred.

You let Johnny drag your bra down to the point where they were fully exposed. He had longed to see those cute perky nipples of yours which earlier were firmly pressed against him, and now he could witness them bounce as he fucked you into the seat of his car. His mouth quickly invaded them, and he suckled your nipples like his life depended on it.

Your moans got louder and louder the closer you got to reach the climax you have been patiently waiting for, and Johnny could only pick up speed as he was getting close too.

“God, fuck - feels too good to be inside of you, Y/N…you’re too good for me…” he panted into your soft skin as sweat was making an appearance on his forehead and shoulders.

You shook your head with shut eyes, wanting to tell him he was wrong, but you thought it was best to show it through something else. You let go of his shoulders and cupped his face to give him another sensual kiss. He whined into it as you took the lead this time by sucking his tongue.

Suddenly, you felt your climax was about to crash over you and you breathlessly pulled yourself away for air needed for the moment.

“Johnny, I’m gonna cum! Oh God!” You cried out and curled your toes while your climax approached you.

“Aaahh there you go baby, squeeze me…” he purred into your ear, continuing the same pace of pounding into you as he was getting ready to release his own orgasm. “Oooh fuck, I’m going to fucking-!” He pulled out just in time and stroked himself while he splattered loads of his cum all over your upper stomach and breasts.

He collapsed on top of you, trying to regain his regulated breath like you. He faced you once more, and you could only giggle from the turn of events. You wiped the sweat away from his forehead and quickly kissed once more before Johnny removed himself away from you.

Now you weren’t only wet but sweaty, covered with Johnny’s cum and drenched between your legs, having only a piece of napkin from your handbag to clean up the whole mess as much as you could.

You dressed yourself up for the second time of the night, and drove away from the place that would now have two separate and very meaningful memories of your relationship.

“So, you lost your virginity too, huh? Why have you never told me?” Johnny had to ask out of curiosity as he drove your way home, trying not to sound too bothered about it.

“Oh, that…uh,” you briefly paused as you swallowed. “— it wasn’t really worth bringing up at the time. I lost it out of pity to a guy I was a summer camp leader with the year after you lost yours. It wasn’t anything intimate though, we just kinda…mutually agreed to have sex just for the fun of it in a storage room. I never let him kiss me though. You stole my first kiss back there when we were in the water.”

Johnny, while a little taken aback by the first given information, was even more surprised to know about the second one. He turned to you while cautiously following the road as he drove. “Really?? Damn, you kiss like a natural…I was convinced you had some experience…” he said. “Would you say it was a good first kiss?” He had to ask with a narrowed eye.

“Of course, Johnny…we were kissing in the water with the moon in front of us. It couldn’t get any better than that.” You giggled as you stroked his arm.

He grinned, teeth coming to view because he was just so happy. Things couldn’t have ended better after having an emotional ride of a rollercoaster from both parties this past week.

“…I’ve never done a blowjob on someone before either. I was maybe hoping if…if we aren’t too tired when we get back, I could maybe try it with you. If you want to that is,” you suggested, nervousness apparent in your voice.

Johnny swallowed thickly and let out a large sigh as your confession made his cock harden.

“We could do that, or — I could pull over right now and see just how well you can suck my dick, tootsie.”

You both knew this was far from the end of the night when you found an empty parking lot a mile later.

Note from author: This part turned out so much longer than the first one but I enjoyed adding every part of this story too much to care! I hope you enjoyed it too!

Might make a few drabbles connected to this story in the future because I really love this pairing with best friend!reader and fratboy!Johnny Storm.

Hearts & Reblogs are appreciated! <3

#johnny storm x reader #johnny storm x y/n #johnny storm x you #johnny storm #chris evans #chris evans character fanfiction #cevans characters

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They don’t serve wine where you’re going 🍷

Steve rogers x dark incubus reader

Summary: What first looked like a reoccurring nightmare, turns out to be real.

Warnings: dream manipulation/nightmares, stalking, torture (cutting), manipulation, non-con marking, little violence, dark reader, TopDom reader, kidnapping, praise, degradation, pet names, collaring and leash, (non-con) smut, anal, rough sex, spanking, mind breaking/hypnosis begging, master kink, mention of multiple orgasms.

Based on this request: Imagine in his 70 years asleep an incubus was tormenting him and continues even after he is defrosted. Till Steve finds out the incubus marked him as his. Reader hidden as one of the enhanced agents confronts him it may start with cap having a tight grip on readers neck till he felt readers tail smacks him across the room everything went quiet and dark till reader appears in steves mind and takes steve to his realm and keeps him as a pet.

Enjoy!

Asleep for 70 years. Not only was he imprisoned in ice, but he was also imprisoned in one particular dream. Better said a nightmare. In his dream, he was being tormented by some inhuman creature. There were so many times that it didn't feel like a dream, but like he was experiencing it in real life. It felt so real so many times. He wasn't in control of his body. Someone...something else was. While his mind told him, begged him to stop his body continued bouncing on the huge cock of the creature he was sitting on. It wasn't until he was rescued from the ice by SHIELD the nightmare stopped. The last thing the creature said to him before he opened his eyes was that one day he would visit him in the real world and turn his nightmare into reality. Years after he got out of the ice he had all forgotten about the creature until one night. Tossing and turning in his bed he was running for his life in his dream-turned-nightmare. Someone yet unknown was hunting him down. In his nightmare, he was still the skinny soldier from before the serum. When he tripped and rolled onto his back he was faced with his tormentor. "Hello, pet. I've missed you. Soon I will catch you and turn you into my obedient cockslut. Until then, sweet dream Stevie." With a startle, Steve woke up, covered in sweat. He stood up and walked towards his bathroom to splash some cool water onto his face. When he looked at himself in the mirror his eyes widened. He brought his hand to his neck and touched it. A mark was visible on the right sight of his neck and it was glowing. The words the creature had said to him before he woke up ghosted in his head. Even though he thought it was just a nightmare, the very present mark on his neck told him otherwise. That night he didn't close an eye, his mind occupied by you unaware of how close you actually were.

The next day he walked to the training room together with Bucky. He had managed to cover up the mark on his neck so no one could ask him questions before he got the answers. The training room was filled with new enhanced SHIELD agents. When the two super soldiers walked in the agents got into position. Steve began explaining some things to the agents when he felt his mark burn into his neck. Bucky noticed his change of behavior and asked him if he was okay which he answered with a simple yes. No one in the room noticed the sly smirk on the face of one of the agents. After the soldiers had demonstrated the exercise all agents started practicing. Some were good, others not so much. You belonged to the first category. Everything you were ordered to do you did with ease. The soldiers noticed this and were proud. At the end of the training, Steve asked you to stay behind. When the both of you were completely alone he offered you a bottle of water before he started talking. "You're a good agent, Y/L/N. I'm impressed. Where did you learn to fight like that?" After you took a sip of your water you answered him, "I've picked up some things while being on earth. I've been here for a long time you know. I just waited till the right moment to come out and show myself." Steve looked at you and something about you was very familiar to him, but he could point his finger at it. "This may sound weird, but have we met before?" Even though you had disguised yourself in your human form to not attract too much attention to yourself, some of the features of your original could be seen in your human one. "I don't know. Have we?" He became confused at your weird answer and the small smirk that started to show on your face. "I know I look slightly different from my original form, but you disappoint me...Stevie." Stevie... No one had ever called him that except for...His eyes widened. In a matter of seconds, he was filled with raged and lurched towards you, grabbing you by the neck and tilting you up in the air. "YOU! WHAT ARE YOU, WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?" A dark laugh left your mouth. "O, Stevie. I haven't done anything to you...yet. And to answer your question about what I am... I am your master." Before he could respond your tail appeared and smacked him off of you. His head hit the stone wall and knocked him unconscious. His mind is again filled with images of you, giving him a sneak peek of what you are gonna do to him. "Time to take you home with me, Stevie."

"Oh, Stevie. Wakey wakey. It's time to play."

Steve opened his eyes with difficulty. "Good, boy."

When he saw you he was wide awake and tried to attack you but he was held back by a metal chain around his neck. Air was ripped away from him for a few seconds. "Tss Tss, Stevie. Don't try to fight me. That won't end well for you." Steve shot you a dirty look and growled in anger, "You won't get away with this. My team will find me and save me. You will be captured and punished." You kneeled so you were on the same eye level as him. "No one will save you. We are not on your precious earth or your reality anymore. We're in my world now. And about that punishment. I won't be the one receiving it, pet." You smirked. Standing back up you started to ridden yourself off your clothing while changing back into your incubus form. A set of horns, a pair of devilish wings, and your tail reappeared on your body. Your teeth became pointy and your hands turned back into sharp claws. When you walked towards Steve he crawled back until his back hit the wall. "O, don't be scared now. Where did that big soldier boy go, huh?" You hoisted him up by his neck as he had done with you. "Everything we did in your dreams will become real tonight. You will accept me as your master and don't think about fighting it. Your body became mine when I put my mark on it. If you deny me you will feel immense pain. Just give in to my temptation and everything will be alright." You did not need an answer from him so before he could give you one you smashed your lips against his and kissed him. Your tongue pried his lips apart so you could enter his mouth. While Steve's mind screamed for him to fight, his body started moving on its own and kissed back while throwing his arms around your neck. Just like in his nightmares his mind was still his, but his body wasn't. How long before he had lost control over both? He didn't notice you unlocking his chain and magically ridding him of his clothes while bringing him to the kingsize bed in the middle of the room. You made him straddle your lap, while still kissing him with vigor. He hadn't expected you to pull back when you did. "How much I would love to continue this, you still need to be punished first. Go lay with your stomach down on my lap, Stevie." He did. He didn't want to, but his body didn't listen. It listened to you. "Good, pet. Don't listen to that voice in your head, just keep listening to mine and everything will be okay." With your nails, you traced circles over his bare back. Goosebumps spread over his body at the feeling of your cold hands on him. "Count for me. And don't you dare forget one. Good pets know how to count for their master." *spank* After the first spank landed Steve didn't say a word, too stubborn. You had expected this. You didn't mind of course. It would be so much more fun for you this way. "I warned you, stupid mutt. You could have listened to your master and be a good pet but you had to be a brat. Now you have to live with the consequences of your actions." Without another warning, you dug your nails into the skin of Steve and started leaving small but painful cuts on his body, which made Steve whine in pain. "You can whine whatever you want, you mutt. You brought this onto yourself. If you just had listened, but no. You will take a hundred more of my cuts on your pretty body. Bad pets like you deserve punishments like this. Think about that while I decorate you. NOW QUIET!"

And so you went on. Cut after cut you adorned his body. Blood streamed down his back onto the floor, but you didn't care.

When you were done, Steve's back was covered in cuts that spelled your name. His sobs faded when you carefully placed his stomach on the bed. "Don't move. I'll be right back." When you returned you straddled his legs and started cleaning his wounds with a wet cloth. After that, you put some healing creme onto them. You were a monster, but you still took good care of your toys. Small kisses were placed on his back. "You did so well for me, little soldier. Let me replace the pain with pleasure." Getting off the bed you walked towards a grey locker where you grabbed a condom. "Get in position, Stevie. The one that your master likes." Without any thought, Steve's body moves on its own and gets on all fours. "Good boy." The bed dipped behind steve. He felt your claws dig into his hips before he felt the covered tip of your cock nudge against his back entrance. You couldn't hold back a moan when you started to enter and neither could he. A few seconds went by after you had fully entered him. If you didn't have your supernatural hearing you would have missed his quiet pleading. "What was that, sweet boy?" You asked with fake sweetness. "P-please move..." A smirk crept onto your face. Refusing your advances at first and now begging to be fucked by you? How pathetic. "You want me to fuck you, Stevie. Well...okay. Hold onto something. This is gonna be a wild ride." Without another warning, you started to fuck into Steve. Your hips hit his ass violently. Steve's knuckles turned white as how hard he was gripping the sheets beneath him. Tears left his eyes but he didn't know why. He wanted to convince himself of how bad this was, but how could he when it felt so good? It was so hard and rough, but he loved it. He felt so full and yet he wanted more. Steve lowered his upper body to give you a better angle. "Such a good boy for me. Not a single thought in your mind. Just me and my cock." The base of your cock had a white creamy ring around it. "I can feel you squeezing my cock, soldier. Come for me. Make a mess for your master." On command like the good soldier, he is Steve came with a loud moan. But you didn't stop. One isn't enough. So you went on even when you had to hold Steve's lower body up by yourself. You just couldn't get enough of him now you fully had him under your command.

Another seven orgasms were pulled from Steve when you stopped moving and placed small kisses on Steve's muscled back. "What's gonna happen next depends on your answer, soldier boy. Who am I?" Quiet filled the room. You smacked the side of his ass when he didn't answer fast enough. "Last chance, Stevie. Who am I? Don't make me angry." Steve pushed his hips back against you. "You're my master and I'm your pet." The wide smile on your face showed your sharp teeth. "I'm glad you know your place. Now get on your knees and clean me off of your mess." You slipped out of his ass and sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for Steve to kneel in front of you in between your legs. Steve pulled off your condom and threw it in the bin. He places his hands on your thighs and started licking the tip of your cock before deepthroating it. You threw your head back and closed your eyes when he started circling his tongue around your shaft. One of your hands was placed on his head to keep him in place while the other held one of his hands. "Keep going, Stevie. Make your master come. After that, you can sleep. Don't worry about the nightmares. I'll protect you. You're mine."

Onto the Next!

Masterlist One, Two

#marvel #Steve Rogers #steve rodgers smut #steve rodgers x y/n #steve rodgers x male reader #incubus #Bucky Barnes #steve rodgers x reader #Steve Rodgers #captain america #The Avengers

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ronearoundblindly · 1 year

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February 2023 Updates!

✨NEW!✨ -> @ronearoundlightly <- is an All-Ages Blog for my fics (see Light Masterlist). This blog, RoneAroundBlindly, will be considered 18+ ONLY from now on. Please adjust your following/notifications accordingly!!! Additionally, you can now buy me a ko-fi.

(It's now an ongoing joke that the formatting above simply does whatever it wants, and I am sick of fixing it.)

See Main Masterlist. Upcoming Projects include:

For FOOLS RUSH IN series: (Steve Rogers x LabTech!Reader) The Things We Do For Love (Valentine's Fluff) posted 2/13 The Dignity of His Choice ('Reflection'--18 & 19 & 20) The Right Partner ('Take My Whole Life, Too'--honeymoon)

For BEDROCK AND BLUEPRINTS series: (Ari Levinson x best friend!Reader) Alone Together (Valentine's Day) posted 2/14

The Root of All Ransom (Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 posted 2/15) Ransom hates you, that one, self-made, rich bitch who wins all the philanthropy awards, but he finds a way to use you to anger his mother, Linda. Bonus that he can get some ass in the process. What could possibly go wrong? Money is the only thing he loves, right? Gifts Given (short one-shot) posted 2/12 (Ransom x rich!reader)

Time and Tines (Steve Rogers x Villain!reader)--preview --for the Bittersweet Symphony Writing Challenge Captain Rogers doesn't suspect a thing when you're first brought in. What could possibly make a fragile thing like you turn bad? What do you get out of attacking these scientists? How do you know so much about Bucky Barnes and why do you insist on speaking to him alone?

Threadbare (Steve Rogers x fashion designer!reader) Steve would never have imagined having so much in common with a purely creative soul...even if he did assume you were a man for the longest time.

Item 107 (skinny!demigod!Steve Rogers; Beauty & the Beast AU) Long ago, Steve used his power to imbue a special piece of his artwork to draw forth his true bride, and then nothing happened. Bitter and callus after centuries alone, overlooked for his physical stature, he runs his own gallery in Brooklyn in lieu of enjoying the world around him. Can a chance meeting at a show opening and a misguided search for a bathroom really change his whole life?

#ro updates #writing wip #fools rush in #steve rogers x reader #ransom drysdale x reader #steve rogers fanfiction #ransom drysdale fanfiction #bedrock and blueprints #ari levinson fanfiction #ari levinson x reader

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radio free america! [ 1/8 ]

pairing—steve rogers x barista!reader

summary—a cute guy forget's his sketchbook and it's up to the equally cute barista to make sure it's returned safely into his arms

warnings—lots of angst from Steve's pov, crushes at first sight, idiots who like each other, this doesn't really need a warning, meet-cute?? , set months before the events of the battle in New York

a/n—they definitely didn't show enough of what Steve might have felt waking up 70 years into the present

The man woke up from a war and almost immediately was thrown into another

THE MAN NEEDS THERAPY

the endgame ending only happened cuz my man still had unpacked trauma from everything

❥ owner of a lonely heart

he felt many emotions as he woke up 70 years into the present

he felt so afraid not knowing a single thing as he opened his eyes

Is he dead?

If he's alive, where's Peggy?

Why did the radio say the game of '41? it's supposed to be 1945

he felt more scared as he was welcomed by a stranger

After running away from the fake room made to look like a hospital room he was in, he finds himself in a stranger – more modern version of New York that he could hardly recognise

Everyday since waking up, he'd just feel lost most of the time — a man lost in time.

There were more buildings and billboards that were lit up.

He thought he died, everybody did.

Maybe he should have died , because he never asked to be alive after 70 years as he knew sacrificing his life was worth it.

it’s still weird for him to see everything has passed,his friends were gone and Peggy already lived her life without him.

it felt strange exploring New York, there were more buildings, more variety of foods.

It's new territory and he felt isolated, like a newborn exploring a new world without training wheels.

He wasn't lost too much, he's a 27 year old and some things came easy to understand.

He didn’t know what purpose he had left.They won the war and he had saved the city from being hit by the Valkyrie.

Everything was high tech compared to his time, electronics were a bit confusing to understand but he did find it fascinating that everything could be easily stored and done using a small square of a phone that you could bring easily anywhere .

… but what’s left for him when he has lost everything?

Bucky fell of the train,the Howling commandos were gone and it’s too late for him and Peggy.

He basically had nothing left to live for yet he's given a second chance that he didn't know what to do with.

He felt distraught that day when he was given their files, every single one of the Howling Commandos were marked deceased except Peggy’s.

He didn’t have the courage to call Peggy, he didn’t even know what he’d say in the first place.

' Hi, I'm not dead and I'm stuck in my 27 year old body????? I was stuck in the ice like a freaking popsicle Peggy! I'm sorry we never got our dance ... '

He’s all alone and absolutely out of place in the world he’s now forced to live in.

He felt like God was playing a cruel joke on him.

He would go out strolling and see everything has changed.

He just wanted to go back as that skinny guy from Brooklyn with his best pal.

Everyday he'd be at the gym assaulting gym bags as a way to let out his frustrations. He would work out until he feels breathless. On sunny days he'd go out walking, he'd eye the buildings in awe as they were more developed.

Today he sat outside a coffee shop where he only bought a single cup of coffee while he started drawing the building up front.

He would ride his motorcycle and feel the cold air, he'd close his eyes for a few seconds still imagining that he's back in the forties.

" good coffee? " you asked as you saw the cute guy that ordered a while ago that your co-worker assisted

" yeah, nice coffee " said Steve with a small smile

" good cause I made it " you humored

' seriously Rogers? niCe cOfFeE , he still didn't know how to talk to pretty girls '

If Bucky were here right now, he either would've stolen the girl or nagged him about how he should ask for her number, Steve thought not noticing you placing the cake on his table.

“ i didn't order any sweets, maam “ said Steve eyeing the small cake you gave him

It was a simple oreo cake with white frosting everywhere.

He saw how beautiful you were and is awestruck.

He couldn't help but feel he saw you before, maybe as he passed this very same shop.

“ i know you didnt but you seemed sad, no offense “ you said smiling as the man Infront of you smiled back

“ thanks, I guess i am kinda famished “ Steve said picking up the small fork to take a bite

He wouldn't say no to a cake given by a pretty dame

He wasn't that stupid

“ So waiting on the big guy? “

“ maam? “ he questions

“ iron man, lot of people eat here just to see him fly by “ you said pointing at the building he was drawing before you talked to him

“ maybe another time " said steve as he took the cake quickly in one bite that made you giggle seeing the frosting that was left in his lips

He felt hypnotized by your small laugh and the way you crunched your nose as you laughed.

He turned red thinking he made a fool of himself and quickly wiped of the extra frosting around his mouth.

“ table’s yours as long as you like,nobody’s waiting on it and plus we got free wireless “ you said as you started walking away wiping your hands on your apron

“ radio? “ the cute guy asked that just made you smile more thinking he was joking

“ ask for her number, you moron “ an old guy next to Steve asked as he shook his head

He walked away forgetting the sketchpad he brought, occupied with the thoughts of you and your laugh.

You returned outside to clean some tables and give out other people's orders.

He watched the trains go by, like the way years had gone in the blink of an eye.

You went to the cute guy's table and saw his forgotten notebook.

You tucked it under your arm as your hands held the tray filled with empty plates and cups with the clattering of some utensils as you moved.

You set down the sketchbook just to peek in case the guy that left wrote his name.

You opened it cautiously to the first page knowing artists like to be careful with their sketchbooks.

You were an art major yourself but in digital arts, you wanted to pursue a career in animation.

You liked drawing a lot too as a teenager, and painting but animation fascinated you.

The moving pictures that could tell any story you want it to, the magic of voice acting and sound effects making a movie without actually showing real people amazed you.

You loved disney films and ghibli animation, you loved the way even drawings can showcase complicated emotions.

S. Rogers

His first initial and surname were written on the small corner of the first page. A thing most people do even if they didn't draw, they'd put their initials or signature.

You did it too,with all your notebooks, your umbrella and even your books.

You couldn't help but flip the next pages getting mesmerized by the drawings the cute guy had.

You giggled seeing the monkey in an army like attire holding a shield, their were drawings of people – most of them looked as if they were from the military. They had helmets on or had the more professional uniforms with buttons and medals.

The more drawings you saw the more it felt wrong peeking at his masterpieces, you'd hate it too but you made the excuse in your head that you were just trying to find more information on the cute guy that left rather quickly that afternoon.

You sensed the sadness, emptiness of the drawings he had, maybe he missed these people, you thought while closing the notebook not wanting to pry into his privacy any longer.

You smiled as you walked home remembering the details of the cute guy's looks. He seemed nice and dorky, not like the guys that would just hit on you and expect you to say yes after some sweet talking.

You kept it safe in one of the drawers under the cashier hoping the cute blonde will show up again.

His ocean blue eyes made you blush, they felt so intimidating in a way that made you feel like your old 16 year old self.

It was infatuation at first sight, his outfit making him look old fashioned but still dashing.

You wanted to be the one to always put a smile on his face if it looked as pretty as the one he gave you just hours ago.

You wanted to pass your finger through his blonde locks that you'd bet were as soft as clouds.

You couldn't miss his broad shoulders and thick figure.

You found yourself crushing on the mysterious cute guy that left his sketchbook.

You felt giddy as you slept thinking of the same pair of ocean blue eyes.

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x female reader #steve rogers x f!reader #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers fic #chris evans

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nekoannie-chan · 1 year

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Week 49 Reblog Masterlist

You can check my reading guidelines here.

You can check my masterlist here.

You can check my main reblog masterlist 2022 here.

You can check my December reblog masterlist 2022 here.

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This is the list of the fics I read and recommend in Week 49 2022:

Keep your eyes to yourself (John Proudstar X Reader, Andy Strucker X Reader) by @scarlett-dunbar101 💚

And then it rained (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sapphire-rogers 💚

Morbius (Michael Morbius X Reader) by @may85 💚

Imagine Steve visiting skull in prison by @imaginemarvelfanfic 💙

Fully agree (The divine pairing) by @rose-of-gabriel 💚

What could’ve been (Steve Rogers x Reader, Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter, future Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @you-are-my-sanctuary 💙

Secret Santa (Bock Rumlow X Reader) by @captainsophiestarkwriting 💚

My saviour chapter 30: Alexander Pierce (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow 🖤 ❤️💚💙

What could’ve been final part (Steve Rogers x Reader, Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter, future Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @you-are-my-sanctuary 💙

Lesson (Ororo Munroe X Reader) by @blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms 💚

Kiss me and stay with me (Stucky) by @hollybee8917 💚

When you’re old (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @nana1000night @1000night💚

Chrome & leather chapter 16 (Steve Rogers X OFC, Billy Russo X OFC) by @saiyanprincessswanie 💚💙

The will to get to you (Thunderblink) by @zoefandom127 💚

Slow dancing in the kitchen (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @rodrikstark 💚

Dating headcanons with Michael Morbius (Michael Morbius X Reader) by @angelltheninth 💚

40’s (Skinny!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @justalonelyslytherin 💚

#Annie recommends #stardust reblog challenge

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dungeonpuppykai · 3 months

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yeah yeah maybe i am ovulating, maybe i am disgusting

but one thing i know for sure is that

i am a 6' busty babe and

i would love for this man to fold me like his laundry

because like, everybody would think i call the shots because of how polite and soft he is overall and the size difference, of course plus me being a seasoned brat

only for me to act smart or big and he only gives me a look and i pathetically whimper and curl into his side, muttering apologies and pressing soft kisses along his humble shoulder

even better if i am wearing heels <3

#petition for steve rogers to destroy me in any size #brain rot uwu #school night always makes me act stupid #kai rambles #steve rogers imagine #dark steve rogers #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x oc #steve rogers x plus size reader #steve rogers #skinny steve rogers #pre serum steve #steve rodgers x reader

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justalonelyslytherin · 2 years

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Hello Ally! Happy Dragon Boat Festival!!

Congrats for 100 followers and open the celebration !!l I'm so proud of you 😌😌💖💖

My request is:

Skinny Steve and best friend!reader

the prompt：Person B isn't a very affectionate person, while Person A cherishes every moment they get with Person B. One day while Person A is cooking breakfast, Person B comes up and surprises Person A with a hug from behind. (Bonus + Person A buries their head into the back of Person A's shirt.)

you can decide the two roles for who is who, I don't mind and I'm so excited about your drabble or anything ！！

Love you💖💖

Thank you so much dear <3

I loved this request very much! Skinny!steve is an adorable bean and the prompt was *chefs kiss* When I read this I knew I had to make this into an 40s!au, it just fit so well.

I don't want to talk too much or spoil anything. So to find out who got which role you have to read ;) I hope you enjoy it. PS: This became wayyy longer than I had anticipated. I wanted to make short things for these requests, as a practice. Well, practice failed xD

Wordcount: 4.3k

Warnings: none

Divider by @firefly-graphics

What took so long? She had knocked, yet they took forever to respond. Looking around the narrow and dim hallway, she willed them to open the door again. It wasn’t that she felt uncomfortable standing here, but she knew their neighbors were always watching and listening and she didn’t like that one bit.

Finally, the door opened, to reveal the brown-haired young man of the duo she called her best friends.

“Why are you alone?” Was the first thing Bucky said and it made her roll her eyes. What class he had. Instead of answering Y/N pushed him to the side - which in reality Bucky stepped aside to let her in - to enter the apartment.

“That’s all you can say when you see your best friend? Not a ‘hello Y/N, how are you today? How was work?’ Or a ‘lovely do you look tonight, is that dress new?’”, she teased him. Bucky huffed at that and closed the door behind her. Instead of giving her a proper greeting, he came near her, feigning to tousle her hair or playfully rough her up some other way. It made both of them snicker.

“Hey punk, look who’s here!”, he then shouted further into the small apartment. It was more the size of a shoebox than anything. But it was their own, they liked to emphasize and at least they had a roof over their head.

Shuffling came from the only other door that led into the only other room besides this, which was everything from kitchen to living and dining room and entrance. Shortly after the shuffling Steve poked his head out of the doorframe. It made her smile.

“Hello Steve!” Leaving Bucky behind she walked over to the smaller blonde. Her smile - from being happy to see him - quickly melted into a frown as she noticed his clothes.

“Why do you look like that?” she asked him. He wasn’t wearing his going out clothes, which he should have considering they had agreed to go out dancing. All four of them. Bucky, Steve, her roommate, and Y/N.

“Ouch Y/N/N. Don’t wound the poor man, he can’t do anything for being so ugly.” Scowling she turned back and hit Bucky in the chest. So hard that he ‘oofed’ and rubbed the spot on his chest afterward.

“That’s not what I meant!”, she bickered back at him before she turned to Steve again. “That’s not what I meant.” Her voice was much softer as she repeated her words, barely above a whisper.

“Why aren’t you ready?” she asked him and pointed at his outfit. He didn’t look anywhere near ready to go out. Bucky huffed behind her and she could almost feel the way he rolled his eyes at Steve.

“The punk doesn’t want to go.”

“Why?” Y/N frowned.

“I’m not in the mood,” Steve muttered and looked down at his feet. He did that whenever he didn’t want to talk about something.

“You said you would go. You promised. Please,” she asked him, no begged. “Don’t leave me alone. Don’t let me go alone with Dot and Bucky, they’ll ditch me the second they get the chance to.”

“Wait, so Dot is coming?” Bucky chimed in again, his head appearing in the corner of her eye. Y/N rolled her eyes and shoved Bucky in the shoulder.

“Yes, she will meet us at the dance hall in a bit.”, she said. “But that’s not the point!” And with that, she shooed him away so she could solely focus on Steve and why he didn’t want to go.

Now she asked him quieter and much more serious, “Is everything alright? Are you feeling off? Ill? Or is there something else going on?”

He didn’t work with her, just looked at her blankly. Well, actually he mostly tried to avoid her gaze. Then he shrugged again,

“I’m not feeling it tonight. Not in the mood to go dancing is all.”

Not that he would ever tell her, ever admit, that he couldn’t stand to watch her dance with other men. That he hated to see her be taken from him, asked to dance with - something he couldn’t do with her as they could. He knew just one day - sooner than he would like or could bear - she would be stolen right under his nose by another man.

“C’mon, you can’t leave me alone with these two. Please,” she begged again, smiling at him in that way she knew he couldn’t say no to her. Today however he was a tough nut to crack, only scoffing at it and looking back at his feet.

He was like that sometimes with her, but she never took it seriously, she could never be mad at him for it. Steve was a very closed-off and silent person. He didn’t trust easily and thus he didn’t open himself often. Bucky and she were pretty much the only people Steve felt comfortable enough to be his true self. But even with them, he had his exceptions.

“We don’t have to go long. Only a song or two.”

He still seemed hesitant, now looking back at her but without saying anything. She knew he was contemplating, thinking deeply. This could go either way, Steve was stubborn, and if he had made his mind up if he truly didn’t want to…

“Fine.”, she agreed with a heavy sigh and a nod.

“Thank you!” Beaming she leaned in towards him and kissed his cheek. In her joy, she didn’t even notice how red he turned from it. But Bucky did and he wiggled his eyebrows teasingly at Steve over her shoulder.

The streets were busy with young people looking to enjoy their evening and workers from and to their way to work. Quiet was something that couldn’t be found in New York. You were never alone, there was always someone listening or seeing what you were doing. With so many people living in close quarters it couldn’t be quiet.

But it wasn't all the other people that were loud right now as the trio was on their way to the dance hall. It was Bucky and Y/N’s incessant bickering. They were best friends too, just like Steve was with them. It was all just friendly banter, constant, however.

“Do not make me homeless Barnes!” The woman in their middle complained to the tallest of the group. Bucky had a bright grin on his lips, his hands casually shoved into the pockets of his trousers. He was a handsome fella, a lady's man and he knew that. His careless behavior however agitated Y/N at that moment. It didn’t sit right with her that his latest conquest was no other than her roommate.

“I'm serious! If you break her heart - and you will at one point Bucky, I know you well enough - I’ll be in a real awkward position. I may even need to look for another home then.” It was true. Her roommate had the apartment rented originally and Y/N had found it by luck just when she had been looking for a roommate. If Bucky screwed up she feared her roommate would kick her to the curb.

“You can always crash at our place until you find something or just come stay with us, doll. Am I right Steve?”

“What would your mother say? She would get a heart attack!”, she argued and shook her head.

“Screw that, what would my mother say? I’m a respectable young woman with a good reputation to uphold. I can’t live together with two young men when neither is my husband.” She sounded like her mother reciting it. It was her words after all. Now Y/N herself didn’t see it that strictly, but the beliefs her mother had drilled into her still found some space. She didn’t want to have their neighbors talk. Hell, these people probably already talked enough about the three of them and how inappropriate it was for her to visit them alone and so often too.

Before their banter could continue they were almost at the dance hall already and in front of it stood Y/N’s roommate, waving and calling for them.

Going to the dance hall went like it always did. They would enter as one big group and scope out a table for them where they could sit and drink and rest in between dancing.

Said table would be Steve’s spot for the entire evening. He never really wavered from them, even if both Bucky and Y/N tried to every time.

Bucky had long given up trying to get Steve paired up with a girl to dance, Steve had stopped trying after the first or second time. They never wanted to dance with him.

Bucky was the one that was gone the quickest. He always found a girl in no time. Now with Y/N’s roommate, they were gone even faster. Almost immediately after they had found a table at the corner Bucky had been dragged towards the dancefloor.

Y/N was the switch. She alternated between spending time with Steve sitting at the table and indulging the dancefloor herself. That was if someone asked her to dance. Some days there would be a huge flock of young men asking her, they would almost form a line, on other days it was just one or two, and sometimes there were none.

She didn’t like the huge attention and normally only danced to one or two songs. She wasn’t here for the dancing part. Steve never believed her if she told him that, always insisting to take her chance and dance with another guy. Why couldn’t he see she just wanted to spend time with *him.*

She did like to dance and for the most part, the young men asking her were nice. Only one or two had tried to cop a feel but Bucky had come to her rescue then. But what she wanted more than to dance with some random guy, was to dance with Steve. She had tried to talk him into it but he never agreed. So the next best thing for her was to sit with him at the table they chose and listen to the music and chat.

Tonight was one of those nights where they were just doing this. The conversation however was tedious and felt forced. Steve answered shortly, most of his answers were clipped and one word only. He seemed too deep in thought.

With time she got fed up and bored. They were now mostly sitting in silence. That’s when she saw her roommate across the room, waving her over. Confused, she looked around, but it had to be her she meant.

“I’ll be back in a moment,” she told Steve and got up. Almost there the other girl pulled her to herself almost making her stumble.

“I need a favor. A big one.” Her tone was giddy yet somehow apologetic. It gave Y/N a bad feeling. She had an idea what this could be about. “I need the apartment for me tonight.” Oh no.

“Don’t do this to me, Dot,” Y/N whined.

“Please!” Dot whined back, doing her best rendition of her sad face to persuade. “Bucky said you could stay over at their place tonight.”

“Dot!”, she protested.

“Please, please, please. I owe you if you do that. Can you?”

How could she say no? If she did, Dot would never forgive her and she didn’t want them to go bother Steve and kick him out. So she agreed, albeit reluctantly and rather bummed out.

Where was she supposed to go now? Where was she supposed to sleep?

Back at the table, she slumped down in her seat beside Steve. He immediately noticed something was wrong. So she told him, whining about the precarious situation.

“Stay the night,” he blurted out, startling her. Surprised she looked at him, her mouth slightly opened.

“I mean-” he went on to correct himself, clearing his throat, “Buck was right. You can stay at our place for the night. I’ll take the couch and you sleep in our bed.”

“No, Steve. I can’t do that.” She shook her head.

“But you can.” He was serious. His expression alone showed that.

“I insist, doll.”

His usage of a nickname made her swallow. Butterflies blossomed in the pit of her stomach. How could she keep disagreeing with him if he insisted and called her that?

“I’m not going to take no for an answer, Sweetheart.” There. He was doing it again! “You said so yourself earlier. You are a young, respectable woman. I can’t let you be homeless for the night. It’s not safe.”

“Alright,” she agreed, still reluctant. “But only under the condition that we share the bed. I don’t want you to sleep on the couch, it’s so uncomfortable and bad for your back.”

Now it was Steve’s turn to try to resist and argue with her. He was already opening his mouth to protest when she cut him off.

“It’s not like we haven’t fallen asleep on a bed together.” In truth, most of these incidents had happened before they hit puberty. But it had happened once or twice as teenagers and young adults too.

The apartment building was somewhat quiet when they entered. Quieter than in the day but again, it was never truly quiet. They could hear the clanks of bottles and pans as some people cooked, several dogs barking outside, and the occasional crying baby.

The hallways were dark, you had to look closely to not trip over empty milk bottles left on doorsteps and old newspapers and the other odd stuff people set in the hallways.

It felt like they were doing something naughty, something forbidden and in a strange way, this feeling made Y/N giddy. Steve shushed her giggling as he led her through the hallway. They were sneaking their way up to his apartment through the staircase and halls, carefully to avoid being seen by any nosy, prejudiced, and gossipy neighbors.

Only once inside the flat, they both broke out in snickers and giggles, the humor and absurdity of their doing catching up to them. Like two naughty Teenagers.

Steve placed his keys onto the small table they had before he removed his coat and looked back at her. She knew the apartment almost as well as she knew her own. It still felt too early to go to bed. She still had too much energy.

“Let’s dance,” she blurted out, surprising both of them. It had been a spur-of-the-moment idea but after she thought about it again she added softer, “Dance with me.”

It was a silly request. He didn’t dance. She knew that. Even if they were in the dance hall, he didn’t. But there was a small hope he would say yes. Because it was her that had asked. Steve wasn’t a very affectionate person. He rarely truly smiled, most of the time it was a small, barely-there thing or it was sarcastic. That he had much of. He was a walking sass machine, yet the words and actions from deep in his heart were seldomly seen.

Feeling stupid for asking, really she knew better than to ask him, she wanted to take it back. That’s when Steve beat her to words, surprising her entirely.

“I think there is a record,” he mumbled and started to look around for the small collection of discs they had. The record player was second-hand. Bucky’s parents had gifted it to them together with the records when they moved in.

It surprised Y/N. So he wanted to dance? The scratching of the needle sounded before the first tones of the record started playing. By the time the first song was already well into playing Steve turned around, nervously drying his clammy hands on his pants.

He looked around the room and shoved the table to the side before he turned back to her. Now he stood in the middle of the room, holding his hand out to her. Y/N could only look at him dumbly, the surprise still written across her face. Was she dreaming right now?

“C’mon.” Steve looked unsure of himself but still held his hand out to her. This snapped her out of it. Putting her purse on the ground and shrugging her thin coat off, she hurried over to him.

Her breath caught in her throat as their hands connected. His hand was much bigger than hers and somewhat more callused but still very soft. There were the small ridges from his constant use of pencils and paintbrushes, yet his grip was delicate.

Both of them slowly shuffled into a dancing position. At first, they had some trouble adjusting and trying out some of the proper poses but it felt too stiff. It was only when the first tones of the next song, a very soft and slow melody, started to play that they looked at each other and threw everything overboard.

Still, somewhat hesitant Y/N took a step closer to him, the fingers of their connected hands weaving between each other and their free hands finding rest on the opposite body. Entangled in an intimate embrace both of them started to sway to the soft music slowly.

“Thank you,” she whispered at some point. She could feel Steve tensing up slightly.

“What for?” he asked her.

“For dancing with me. I know I always say I don’t like to dance that much but once in a while it is nice.”

Steve was silent at her words, it almost felt as if she had said something wrong.

“Surely you have had better dance partners,” he muttered eventually.

“No,” Softly she hummed and shook her head at the words.

The simple word made him pull back just so much that he could look at her with one raised eyebrow.

“I like it. I’d even say you are the best dance partner I’ve danced with.”

Now that made Steve scoff. She was almost sure he would stop the dancing now, pull away and pout at her. But he didn’t, she however could feel his fingers tightening their grip at her waist, flexing.

“Do you want to know why?”, she now asked him and he shrugged his shoulders, wanting to but at the same time not.

“Because it is you,” she told him. “The other men I have danced with objectively may have been better dancers but they weren’t you.”

She bit her lip, her heart hammering against her chest as she awaited a response. Anything really. Instead of saying something, Steve pulled her a little closer, essentially bringing her to place her chin on his shoulder as they continued to sway to the soft music.

While their dancing was peaceful, her mind wasn’t. The moment continued to play in her mind, making her question his reaction and her words. They continued their silent dancing to a couple more songs. So long until the record ran out and the monotonous scraping of the needle returned. Steve cleared his throat and let his hands slowly sink to his sides. Instantly Y/N missed his touch.

“We should probably go to bed.”

She didn’t want to, but her lips were locked. Instead, she nodded faintly, turning around to grab her purse and her coat while Steve turned the record player off.

When Steve woke up the next morning he was alone. The bed beside him was empty. Wiping the rest of sleep from his eyes, the gaunt man slowly sat up. The thin blanket that they had used to keep them warm in the night slipped down his body and pooled in his lap. Through the flimsy windows, the sound of the streets and the traffic filtered into the room, together with the early light of the day.

An unpleasant and heavy feeling had sunk down in his stomach as Steve had thought Y/N might have gone already. Only when he glimpsed her shoes at the of the bed, right beside his own, he had felt relief. The thought of her just going, without saying goodbye; sneaking away like a lover for only one night, as someone unimportant had upset him. He knew he wasn’t the best at showing his feelings, but she surely had to know how much she meant to him.

Contemplating he kept watching the two pairs of shoes, almost the same size. His were old and barely holding together, the newspaper he had shoved into them to make them fit better was peeking out from the top. He had put them neatly beside each other, the shoes aligned with the frame of the bed, the same way he neatly stored his drawing materials. Hers looked much better, not like they would fall apart any moment. They weren’t as neatly placed as his, Steve noticed. Y/N had a little way of chaos, she liked to do things out of order and with a twist. He found it endearing and cute.

He liked the look of their shoes beside each other. As if hers belonged right here, as if it were their place, putting them there each night and taking them again every new morning. He could get used to it.

Clattering coming from the other room made him alert and curious. Pushing back the blanket he left the bed to go investigate.

The smell of fresh breakfast and the sizzling of the pan spread through the living area as Y/N stood in the small kitchen. She had woken up some time ago. Steve had still slept deeply and soundly, yet she hadn’t found back to it. After a while, she had even gotten fed up with lying there and holding still. So, quietly and carefully she had climbed out of the bed without disturbing her best friend and tiptoed out of the room.

Indulging in some people watching through the window that faced the main street had occupied here only so long. The idea to make breakfast came to her when her stomach faintly rumbled.

Now she stood in front of the stove, whipping up some breakfast for the two of them with the little groceries the boys had in their place. Y/N hadn’t noticed the time tick by or Steve’s awakening in the other room, she had been too occupied with the food. And soft humming the melody of the song they had danced to the previous evening.

The memory made her stomach and heart flutter. Being close to Steve had never bothered her, but it also never had caused such a reaction in her. She enjoyed being in close proximity with him because it made her feel safe and welcome. He accepted her chaotic and clumsy self when others looked down on her for it, just as she didn’t care about his frail body and many health problems.

She cherished every small moment they had together, every time he let her get close. It was rare for him to get touchy or particularly affectionate, so when it happened it was something special for her. Maybe also because these moments made her heart flutter and butterflies hatch in her stomach.

“Oh!” A surprised gasp left her mouth as two arms suddenly snaked around her middle. Their grip was soft as fingers grasped the fabric of her dress in the front. Her heart pounded in her chest, both from the surprise and the sudden closeness. Putting away the wooden spoon she was holding, she placed her hands on the countertop. The coolness under her palms helped her center herself again. She had to close her eyes for a moment.

“Steve?”, she asks softly, almost questioningly.

The man behind her didn’t say anything, yet she could feel his grip on her dress tighten briefly before his fingers smoothed the fabric at her stomach again. A slow hum left his lips. She could feel him closely behind her.

“What are you doing?”, she attempted again, this time with a question. She could hear him sigh.

“Just holding you, doll,” he muttered. Her mind was spinning. This was so unlike him, so different from what was the norm. Had he gotten sick? Was he feverish? Delirious? She remembered him acting differently yesterday evening too. First his reluctance to not go out, then to dance with her. Had he maybe been sick and hid it from them?

“Steve, are you feeling alright?” She wanted to reach out behind her and feel his temperature but the slightest movement of her body made him tense and press himself against her back. Her breath hitched in her throat.

She could feel him clearly on her back, chest pressed against her back, hips touching her behind. Then she felt his nose gracing the middle of her back, in between her shoulder blades before it was replaced with his forehead. His breath was warm against her back.

“I’m alright,” he answered her. He sounded content, pleased almost as if there was no care in the world at this moment. “Entirely alright.”

He didn’t feel feverish, she figured. Surely she would have felt it through the thin sheet of dress on her back if he was burning up. Deciding to stop questioning this, she tried to indulge at the moment, take it in completely before it ended. She closed her eyes again, relaxing and leaning back the slightest bit to feel him even closer to her.

Her hands that had previously been placed on the countertops lifted and she gave them new places to rest. Softly she laid her hands on top of his arms, her fingers tracing his small circles into the fabric of his shirt and the small bits of skin that were uncovered. With one hand she even let her fingers wander and reach under the sleeve, her fingers brushing over the inside of his wrist where she could feel his pulse.

They left out a relaxed sigh at the same time. A smile tugged at her lips. She could feel him smile too, as he had started to nose against her shoulder. Even without saying it, they knew. Knew about each other's feelings for the other even without the need for a confession.

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