#steve rogers one shot
Dilf ex-husband!Steve who you still fuck when the kids are at their grandparents bc nobody makes you cum like him.
⟶ love hate • dilf!steve
warnings || toxicity, steve is kinda an asshole, mocking, lots of banter/bickering, hate sex, unprotected sex, choking kink, angst with a happy ending, lots of dirty talk — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI
word count || 795 words
notes || this gif is hilarious oops
“Where’s that pretty little new girlfriend of yours, huh?” You spit as you’re pressed between the cold wall and Steve’s warm and muscled chest.
You can see his jaw tense before a wicked smirk crossed his face, “don’t know. After I fucked her on the kitchen counter I never called her back.”
He knew how to get a rise out of you, hitting all your buttons as he stuck a familiarly thick thigh between your legs.
“That’s no surprise, you do only care about yourself.” You bit back, loving the way his nostrils flared and his eyebrows tensed.
“If you don’t shut up I’ll shove my cock between your lips so you can put that smart mouth to work.” He growls, cock growing harder against your hip.
You roll your eyes, “you miss my mouth that bad, baby? No one else can suck your dick like I used to?” You mock, fake pouting as you felt his fingers wrap around your neck.
“Just admit you miss fucking me, Steve,” you whisper as his thumb runs over your bottom lip.
“I did,” he smirks, “missed usin’ that sweet pussy of yours. Every goddamn night,” he purrs in your ear.
His words and hot breath against your skin made goosebumps prickle at your skin as your eyes fluttered shut.
The sex was always good. It never disappointed and it’s probably the only reason you and Steve stayed married for so long.
Even now, divorced, you couldn’t help fucking once the kids had been dropped off at their grandparents house.
“Remember that, sweetheart?” His words echoed, “remember the way I had to cover your mouth with my hand or stuff your panties in your mouth so we wouldn’t wake the kids?”
You did remember, you’d never been able to hold back with Steve.
A whimper left you, eyes opening to meet his dark ones.
“Let’s recreate the memory. Pretend we don’t hate each other and just fuck.” Your knees nearly gave out as you nodded.
It was quick and messy, how you both discarded every article of clothing from your bodies before you were against the wall again.
“Missed this, jus’ isn’t the same when I’m fuckin’ some chick I met at the bar,” he chuckled darkly before you pinched his nipple.
“That’s a shame, my vibrator is a wonderful replacement,” you spat back even if it was a lie.
He growled, fingers toying with your clit as he held you up with your hand wrapped around his aching cock.
“Gonna fuck you to shut you up, aren’t I?”
You just giggled, his thick length filling you up second later as he held you up against the wall.
A soft thud sounded, your head falling against the wall, “fuckin’, shit.”
You couldn’t form a coherent sentence as Steve’s cock brushed against your spot.
“Not so mouthy now that I’m stuffin’ you full, huh?” He smirks, thrusting into you as your fingernails dig into his freckled shoulders.
You don’t care enough to answer him, enjoying the way he’s fucking you as his lips are sucking at the skin of your neck.
“No,” you swat at him, “no marks,” you swallow but he just nibbles further.
“Why? Don’t wanna admit you’re still fuckin’ me?” He sounded almost hurt as you shook your head, but your toes started curling.
“Seems like you like it, gonna fuckin’ cum already, huh?” He taunts further, hips stuttering as you squeeze him before he’s spilling inside of you.
Your feet touch the ground again, steadying yourself before he’s pulling out.
It’s silent as you’re both redressing yourself before you face Steve again trying to fix your hair.
“Are you gonna be there for P’s recital?” You ask and he nods his head “‘course, I booked the day off work.”
You smile at him, regardless of how toxic you and him might’ve been together, he was an excellent father.
“Leo has a soccer game this Saturday too, if you wanna come. I’m coaching this year,” he adds and you nod your head.
“Yeah, it’ll be like we’re a family again,” you joke, but Steve just looks at you before stepping closer and kissing you deeply.
“We could be a family again,” he whispers against your lips making your breath hitch.
“No, Steve. We tried, all we did was argue,” you said but he doesn’t let go.
“Does it matter if we still love each other?” He asks and you feel your heart drop at that word.
“I was an asshole, I came home late thinking that if I got that huge bonus everything would be fine. But,” he swallows, “I miss you.”
You have to close your eyes to stop the tears before you’re chuckling, “one more shot?”
Steve smiles, kissing you again, “one more shot.”
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7 SECOND RULE
Summary: A regular day at the compound turns out really great.
Warnings: Fluff, A little tension, Steve in his white shirt
Pairing: Steve Rogers x F!Reader
Word Count: 3k
“Steve! Stop it! You’re stronger than I am!” you giggle uncontrollably while Steve has you pinned down on the mat as a result of your last sparring session. “Oh really? You sure do like to talk a lot about how much you could kick my ass. Why don’t you put your money where your mouth is sweetheart?” He chuckles back, poking at your sides and tickling you. Steve loses his stance and you push him off of you, he flops over, laying beside you.
“I feel so out of shape whenever I train with you.” You chuckle breathlessly while pushing yourself off the ground. Steve pushes himself up and laughs. “You’re doing great, you’re putting the work in and that’s the most important part.” He smiles sweetly.
Steve was always a sweetheart. Half of the time it felt like there wasn’t a bad bone in his muscular body. He had the sweetest smiles and those perfect blue eyes to top it all off. He really was like a golden retriever but as a man.
“Mind if we use the mat? I would enjoy kicking Sam’s ass.” Wanda speaks up, her accent spiking through each one of her words. “Let’s not get too cocky now. You’re what? 5’5?” Sam chuckles back as Wanda glares at him.
“We’re done here anyway, go right ahead” Steve smiles before walking side by side with you, out of Sam and Wanda’s way. You both sit on the bench, drinking your water and catching your breath. “Who are you betting on?” you ask with a smirk. “Oh, so it’s a competition?” Steve replies in an intrigued tone. “I put $20 on Wanda.” you smile confidently. “You’re on,” Steve replies before sternly shaking your hand.
You both watch as Sam and Wanda position themselves. Wanda makes the first move but Sam quickly grabs her arm, twisting it behind her back. Wanda chuckles and loosens her posture like she had given up. Steve chuckles beside you and holds his hand out. You smirk and shake your head at him. He gives you a confused look before looking back at the two on the mat. Sam releases Wanda and chuckles. “I tol-“
Before Sam could even try to finish that sentence, Wanda kicks out his legs and pins him down on the mat. “Yes!” you cheer. She looks up at you with a smile. “That actually works? Men are so stupid sometimes.” She chuckles, her accent coating her words.
“Woah Woah, what was that?” Steve asks in pure confusion. “I would also like to know what the hell that was,” Sam replies, lying lifeless on the mat. “It’s just something I taught Wanda a little while ago, nothing crazy. It doesn’t work every time but it’s very effective when it does,” you reply before taking another drink of water.
“What did you call it again?” Wanda smiles. “3 Second Rule.” you smile back. Sam breathlessly chuckles while getting up off the mat. “So what? You just pretend to give up?” Sam asks. “That's what it looked like.” Steve chimes in.
“Want me to show you?” you ask Steve. He pauses in confusion before shrugging his shoulders and walking back up to the mat. You follow behind him, Wanda giving you a smile on the way. “Let’s do this,” Steve smiles.
“Okay, so let’s put ourselves in Wanda and Sam’s position, just for an example” you state. Steve lightly grabs your arm and holds it behind your back, pressing his chest against your back. You can feel his breath on your neck, tickling your skin.
“Like this?” he asks softly. “Yes.. yeah. Just like this” you stutter. “It has to feel real though, grip my wrist a little tighter. You have to act as if we’re really fighting” you instruct. Steve tightens his grip on your wrist and pulls you closer as you tense up and begin to try and free yourself. “Is that as hard as you can go? Come on Steve, imagine I was trying to kill you, or even someone you love. His grip tightens even more and you’re secure in his grasp.
You smirk at Wanda as she watches you and Steve from the bench. “You’re hurting me... I take it back, I can’t” you whine. Steve’s posture drops and he lets go of your wrist. You swiftly turn around, kicking his legs from under him and pressing your forearm against his neck once he hits the ground.
Sam and Wanda die of laughter on the bench as you smirk at Steve. He looks at you in pure confusion. You remove your forearm from his neck and he lets out a deep breath. “It’s proven that men hardly perceive a woman as a threat compared to a man. So when I become all innocent and act like I’ve given up, you gave in and let your guard down”
You help Steve off the mat as he looks at you in awe. “Once you let your guard down, it’s also proven that it would take you an additional seven seconds to again perceive me as a threat just because I’m a woman” you chuckle at his look of confusion.
“I didn’t believe it when she told me, but it really works” Wanda chimes in. Steve just breathlessly laughs and shakes his head. “It hit you like a truck too, didn’t it?” Sam asks with a chuckle. Steve just nods as he grabs his water bottle from Sam. “Women amaze me more and more every day,” Sam admits. You and Wanda chuckle before you decide it’s getting late.
“On that note, I think I’m gonna officially call it a night. I’ll be in my room if you guys need me” you smile before grabbing your stuff and heading out of the gym. The only thing you can think of is how amazing a shower is gonna feel after all of that, your muscles were already beginning to ache from all the work.
You loved living in the compound, it was spacious and everyone had their own little space. Each room was built like it was a personal apartment minus the kitchen. A comfy bed, decent closet, space for personal items, a bathroom with a good amount of counter space (which was always important). You enjoyed having your own space to decorate and call your own, it felt really warm and welcoming.
You quickly place your stuff down on your bed and head into the bathroom, starting the shower before peeling off your sweaty workout clothes. You pushed them in a pile on the floor before jumping in with a sigh. The cold water eased your aching muscles and felt refreshing.
You took some time to wash and condition your hair before scrubbing your body down and rinsing off. Once you turned the water off, you stepped out of the shower and wrapped your towel around yourself. When you exited your bathroom you immediately glanced at the clock on your wall. 11:18 pm
You dried yourself off, hanging the towel up before quickly picking out your clothes. You opted for your most comfortable pair of pyjamas before heading back into the bathroom to brush your hair. You combed through it, applying a few products so it didn’t go crazy when it dried. Before picking up your toothbrush you decided you wanted to eat something before going to bed. Late-night snacks were always better when there was no one around and the entire compound was quiet.
You quietly shut your door behind you before turning and walking down to the kitchen. Everyone was usually in bed around this time so it was the perfect opportunity. You smiled to yourself as you headed to the kitchen. Once you reached the kitchen, you were surprised to see a very tired-looking Steve leaning against the counter. He was holding a Stark Tablet in his hand, reading over what must be a recent mission report. His hair was messy, still a bit damp from the shower he must’ve had beforehand.
He wore a white t-shirt that was obviously too small for him, but then again nobody was complaining about the view. You cleared your throat and he looked up at you, smiling once your eyes met his. “Evening stranger,” he says softly. “Stranger? You don’t remember me kicking your ass not that long ago?” you reply, keeping your voice low in fear of waking anyone up. He just chuckles as he pushes himself up from leaning against the counter, turning off the device in his hand.
“What’re you still doing up?” he questions. “Well I was about to brush my teeth and go to bed, then decided I wanted a snack” you smile softly before walking up and opening the fridge. The fridge light is bright, filling the room completely. You pull out the washed bowl of grapes that you had put in there this morning, surprised that no one had eaten them.
“Your snack of choice is those grapes?” he chuckles slightly in disgust. “Woah there, what do you have against these grapes” you reply, pretending to be hurt at his tone. “I’ve just never really liked those ones. I hated them as a kid” he replies before reopening the fridge and pulling out a water bottle.
“You're telling me that you haven’t tried them since you were a kid? How do you know if your taste buds have changed or not?” you ask in disbelief. “That’s how bad they were! I hate just looking at them now” he chuckles. You quirk your eyebrows before giving him a smirk.
He looks at you in confusion before realizing what you’re thinking. “Nope. Not in a million years. Stay away from me” he protests. “Just one! If you don’t like it then you can hold it against me forever” you chuckle before handing him a single grape. He looks up and down, switching between your puppy dog eyes and the small grape in your hand.
“Fine. Just one” he groans. You drop it in his hand and he looks at it in disgust before putting it in his mouth and hesitantly chewing. His tense expression drops once he gets a taste of the grape. “I knew it” you smile at him. He is unable to hold back his smile before shaking his head in defeat.
You place the bowl of grapes back in the fridge and Steve leaves the kitchen with you. “Can I walk you to your room?” he asks softly. You nod with a smile. The walk is silent for the first few seconds before you decide to break that silence. “How was your day?” you internally cringe at your attempt at small talk but he smiles at the gesture.
“It was good. Early morning run, hung around until lunch, ate lunch, hung around again until you and I went for training” he replies in detail with a smile spread across his face. “And how was your day?” he continues.
“Good. I didn’t work out much, just kind of watched movies, read, worked on some files. The boring stuff” you smile. Steve was such a productive person, he woke up at 5 am every day for his run, he didn’t spend too much time on the couch or in his room. He liked to interact and move around. In that way, you were opposites.
You finally reached your bedroom and Steve shot you a sweet smile before turning around to head back. “Steve?” you ask, your voice projecting a little louder than you thought. He turns around and smiles “Yeah?” he asks, his tone a lot softer than yours. “Are you tired?” you ask.
He tilts his head and smiles at you before replying. “No, not really” he chimed. With that, you open your door wildly, motioning for him to come in. He hesitantly enters your room and you follow in behind him. You settle in while he stands there, looking around and admiring how you had filled and decorated the room.
“Have I never had you in here before?” you question. He shakes his head as he continues to look around. “I've been in here but it’s only been for seconds at a time” he admits. “Well, this is it” you beam while holding your arms out, motioning to all the things around you.
He chuckles as he turns and his eyes settle on you. You pat the spot beside you on the bed and he obeys, settling in the spot beside you. “You wanna watch a movie?” you ask cheerfully. He nods and you pick up the remote in excitement.
Steve hadn’t seen many movies outside the ones from his time. He had seen some of the classics but only because they were strongly recommended to him. “What do you wanna watch?” you ask while clicking through the choices. “Well, what ones are your favourite?” he asks in a genuine tone.
“I really like classic horror if I’m being honest. Have you seen Scream?” you ask with a big smile. “I haven’t seen that one, sounds interesting” he replies with an equally big smile. You search for the movie and hand Steve the remote. He presses play and you quickly run up out of the bed to turn off the lights, bolting back into bed once they’re off. When you jump back into bed you crash into Steve’s side.
His laugh is low and deep. “Why were you in such a hurry?” He laughs. “I didn’t wanna miss anything” you admit before giving your full attention to the movie. “I thought you said you’ve seen it before” he questions. “I have, I just like it a lot” you admit once again. The darkness of the room hides a lot, including the big smile that comes across Steve’s face as he watches you. Your eyes are filled with enjoyment and you look so happy, he liked that look on you.
As you watched the movie, Steve inched closer and closer hoping you wouldn’t notice and question him on it. When a jump scare came up, he would move slightly closer. Another jump scare came and Steve moved closer, you felt his arm brush against yours and you look over at him only to see he was already looking at you in complete worry. Your expression softened and it eased his worries.
You gently lifted his arm, placing it around your shoulder as you cuddled into his side. Steve’s heart began to beat fast and his skin felt hot. In the light, anyone would be able to see his face all beat red, paired with an uncontrollable smile. Your skin against his felt cool, it eased him and made him feel much better the longer you laid there.
Once the movie came to an end he looked down at you only to see you looking back up at him in anticipation. He furrowed his eyebrows and chuckled nervously. “Why’re you looking at me like that?” He asked. “I wanna know if you liked it or not,” you ask genuinely. His heart basically melts then and there as he sees the excitement on your face. “I liked it a lot. It was really good” he admits, enjoying watching the smile grow on your face.
Now that the movie was over, Steve wasn’t sure if he should leave or not. He wasn’t sure if the sudden cuddling meant that you wanted him to stay or if it was just in the moment. He shuffled a little underneath you and you looked back up at him, a tired look plastered on your face.
“Do you want to stay here tonight? Like this?” you ask softly, a yawn creeping up behind your question. “I would like that” he replies, pulling you closer into him. You make yourself comfortable and place your hand on his chest lightly. You feel Steve’s breath hitch and you look up to check if he’s okay.
“Are you okay? Do you want me to give you some space?” you ask worriedly. He shakes his head frantically and quickly. “I’m just a little nervous I guess” he admits, trying to avoid eye contact. You smile and a soft blush warms your face. The Steve Rogers was nervous around you.
You gently push yourself up to his level before placing a delicate kiss on his cheek. He sighs in relief at the contact. He searches your eyes before slightly parting his lips to speak. He leans in a little closer before softly whispering to you. “Is it okay if I kiss you?” he asks, anything quieter and you might not have heard him.
You nod and he closes the gap, interlocking his lips with yours. The kiss is sweet and genuine, his touch is soft and delicate. It was easy to tell that right now, Steve only had the purest intentions. Once you part, Steve lets out another sigh of relief. “Your lips taste so sweet” he whispers, pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead.
You smirk and let out a small chuckle. “Must’ve been those grapes” you admit. He laughs along with you before pulling you back into his side, holding you as close as he possibly can. His body feels so nice against yours, it’s almost like his physique is all an illusion, Steve Rogers may be 200 lbs of basically all muscle but to you, he’s the softest, sweetest and most comfortable person in the entire world.
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She Was Scared- Bucky Barnes x Reader
warnings: angst, blood, death, language, comfort
Summary: Reader goes on a mission that took a turn for the worst, and just needs one person to help her.
(gif not mine!)
You walked through the echo-filled halls of the compound, with only one person in your mind. Bucky.
You had just come back from a mission, and you needed to find him. You had one of your best friends assigned with you. It was supposed to be a simple get in, get the information and get out. It didn't go as planned, they had made a mistake. It was supposed to be near abandonment, but it turned out that it was chock-full of Hydra agents.
The moment you arrived everything seemed normal, but as soon as you entered the building things went to shit.
You were immediately met with gunfire. Luckily you and (y/f/n) had found cover quickly. You knew splitting up wouldn't go over well, but before you could disagree she was out of sight.
The next thing you knew you were fighting alone. You had managed to take down the men that first greeted you and traveled deeper into the facility. You had assumed she would meet you in the control room but she wasn't there. You quickly got what you needed and ran down the hallway in search of her.
Once again you heard gunfire and picked up the pace. Following the noise down a narrow corridor just to see men on the floor. They were unmoving dead and you smirked a bit. Knowing she could handle herself.
Continuing you found her, her back facing you and her breathing heavy. You knew she had just finished taking down the man in front of her.
You called her name, and she didn't answer. You called it again and she dropped to the floor. Your eyes widened and your heartbeat picked up. Racing to meet her on the floor. When you got to her you turned her body to face you. You could see three bullet holes, you knew one of them was too close to have not hit an artery. Tears came to your eyes as you sat there on the floor with your friend in your arms. Her blood soaking through your clothes and staining your skin.
"(Y/n)..." you heard her voice whimper. Your eyes shot to her face, trying to keep tears from falling. "I'm here. I'm right here honey." You reassured her. "I'm scared. I-I don't want to die. I don't want to die here." She cried desperately to you. She reached up to grab your arm trying to stay grounded. "You're not gonna die, I'm gonna get you help ok. Everything will be ok. You don't have to be scared, don't be scared." You moved to grab her hand. You knew she wasn't going to make it even if you called for help. By now tears were falling freely.
"I was supposed to get married... I was supposed to have a life after this. Please, please. I'm so scared (y/n), I can't..." you could see blood trickle from her lips. Her voice was quiet and you could see her struggling to breathe. She desperately reached her hand up to grab your face, searching your eyes for some sort of reassurance. Her blood was smeared now across your cheek. Her breathing slowed and you could feel her cold grip loosen. Her hand slipped from your face and her body went limp. You don't know how long you sat there just crying, knowing she wouldn't be able to have anything she'd always wanted. Knowing you'd never have her back, knowing how scared she was and you couldn't do a thing.
They soon sent some people in to find you and bring you back. The way they found you broke their hearts. They had to drag you away from her.
Now here you were dragging yourself through the halls in search of your boyfriend. Tears flowed freely, and you didn't even care if anyone else saw or heard you.
The team was all sitting together on a rare day off when they heard crying coming down the hallway. Immediately they were out of their seats and into the hallway. What they saw next made their jaws drop.
There you were covered in blood, crying, and stumbling down the hall. Immediately Steve and Natasha were running to greet you. As soon as Steve got to you he tried to wrap his arms around you, but all you did was push him away doing the same to Nat. You just pushed and pushed them away crying.
"Leave me alone. Leave me alone!" You cried at them. Bucky had heard a commotion and rushed down the hall.
"Bucky!" You sobbed loudly. He heard you and ran faster.
"Sweetheart, what happened?" Natasha tried once again to calm you. It only made you cry harder.
"She's dead. She's gone, she's dead!" You cried again. They all looked at you in shock, knowing exactly who you meant. Their hearts broke.
Bucky raced around the corner panic written across his features. His eyes immediately set on you, he quickly walked towards you and when your eyes set on him you stumbled forward almost falling. He rushed to you and wrapped his arms tightly around you.
"Bucky. Bucky, she's gone... she's gone and it's all my fault." You grasped at him like he would disappear if you let him go.
He screwed his eyes shut at the sound of your crying. His heart was breaking for you, he knew how close you were.
"I'm here (y/n), I'm here." He said before gently lifting you. You wrapped your arms and legs around him, hanging on desperately.
The team just looks on, and as Bucky walks away with you they look at each other. Steve and Nat have tears in their eyes as they hear your cries fading away down the hall.
Tony is the first to walk away, you could tell he was holding back his emotions as he swiftly disappeared around the corner. Eventually, they all dispersed to deal with what happened.
As Bucky carried you to your room your crying had begun to die down. His hand ran up and down your back, he felt you slightly relax against him and kissed your hair.
He got to your room and as he sat you down you grabbed his hands. With a scared look in your eyes, he lifted your hand and kissed it gently. "I'm not leaving doll, I'll be right back I promise." His eyes were filled with sincerity. You nodded slowly, knowing he would never leave you.
He let go of your hand and walked into the bathroom wanting to get a warm shower started. He walked back out and found you in the same exact place as you were before. He walked over and kneeled in front of you. "Hey, darlin' why don't we get you cleaned up ok." He said gently. His voice was soothing. He knew it wasn't your blood and it made him internally cringe. You were covered in your best friend’s blood and he knew that would never truly wash away.
He helped you stand up and walk to the bathroom. Your hand in his the whole time.
He never once asked what happened, he knew you would speak when you were ready.
He helped wash the blood and sweat away, gently working the knots from your hair. Willing the voices in your head away with loving words. When you were done, he wrapped a fluffy towel around you pulling you close to kiss your forehead. "You're gonna be ok doll, we're gonna be ok." You just nodded and let him lead you back to the bedroom.
He let you get ready for bed and helped whenever you asked him to.
Soon your hair was brushed you were clad in one of his shirts and you were delicately placed under the covers. You let out a sigh and buried your head into the pillow. Bucky looked down at you with a sad smile.
He swiftly rounded the bed to his side and slipped in next to you. He reached over to turn the lamp off and before he turned to lay down again he felt his shirt get tugged.
He turned back over and saw your beautiful (e/c) eyes looking up at him. He lied down on his side to face you, he could see the leftover fear swimming in your eyes. It broke his heart seeing you so broken and scared. He could feel the guilt roll off of you in waves.
He reached forward with his flesh hand and pushed a lock of hair from your face. "Hey, doll." He whispered. "Hi, Buck." You whispered back, your voice was hoarse from crying so much.
You let out a shaky sigh and moved closer to him, he wrapped his arm around you pressing a kiss to your head.
He felt you begin to shake again, and grip his shirt tightly.
"It's (y/f/n)... She's dead." Your voice shook. Bucky just held you tighter. "You don't have to talk about it if you can't (y/n)," Bucky spoke softly to you.
You pulled back slightly. "No... no, I have to." You said. He just nodded showing you he was listening.
"She didn't let me tell her we needed to stay together. She just ran off, I should have gone after her." You explained. Bucky squeezed your hand. "I thought we would meet up again, but she didn't show up. I-I got what we needed and went to look for her. I followed the shots I heard, and when I found her I called out to her. She didn't turn around, she just... she just collapsed." You were having trouble keeping it together now.
"It's ok doll, I'm here." Bucky comforted you.
"I got to her and I held her. She- she kept on telling me how scared she was. How she didn't- how she didn't want to die." You were crying now. He kissed your head, wiping away your tears. "Doll-" he tried to speak but you cut him off.
"James..." you only called him that in those small intimate moments between you. When you were both vulnerable.
"James, she was so scared. She told me how she didn't want to die, she wanted to get married and have kids... she wanted- she wanted a family." You cried to him gripping his hand tighter than ever.
"I'm so sorry (y/n)..." he tried not to let a few tears slip.
"She would've been an amazing wife, and even better mother... and I couldn't- I couldn't do anything. I couldn't save her." You choked on your cries. He pulled you close again and just held you to him.
"It's not your fault doll, she loved you. You were with her, you stayed with her and she loved you for that. She'd want you to live for her, she'll never not be with you I promise." Bucky comforted you, though holding back his emotions.
"I don't want to lose anyone else. I couldn't handle it. There's no way I could live any kind of life. Please don't leave me too. Please James, please." You breathed sharply. "I'm never leaving you (y/n), never." He promised you.
"I'll never leave you either I swear. I'll never leave you." You swore to the man next to you.
You pulled back so you could look at him, his eyes were glassy just like yours. You lifted a hand and rested it on his face, gently sweeping your thumb over his cheekbone. He grasped your hand and moved it to place a kiss on your palm. You smiled sadly at him. He leaned closer and rested his forehead against yours. Your lips almost touching, you could feel his breath fanning across your face and you sighed. "Kiss me." You whispered. You closed your eyes and felt his lips press to yours gently. You let your fingers intertwine with his just as easily as your lips moved together. He broke away softly and you let your eyes flutter open just to see he was staring at you.
"I love you, James." You said. "I love you too doll, forever." He whispered and kissed you once more.
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heyy do you think you can do a steve rogers x reader where the rest of the avengers try to matchmake them because everyone ships them (& everyone knows that they're both in love with each other besides themselves LMAO)? it would be EXTRA amazing if you could make it such that the reader is smaller/shorter than steve? personally really love the height difference in a relationship but if not it's fine too! thank you so much, have a great day ahead xoxo
Set Us Up
Word Count: crude language, but mostly fluff
a/n: This took me a hot minute because I couldn't think of ways for everyone to try and set them up lol, but I think this is super cute! I hope you have a great day too!!
"He totally has a thing for you! Nat, back me up." Wanda turned to the redhead.
You, Wanda, and Nat were supposed to be training. Instead, the two of them have been trying to convince you to make a move on Steve. As if that would ever happen.
"She's right." Nat replied calmly.
"Would you two stop gossiping and just train with me! Please!" You have never confirmed your crush on Steve, but that didn't mean your two best friends didn't know about it.
"Y/N, I'm serious. That man is crazy about you." Wanda tried again while Nat easily defended your attack.
"Wanda, he's my friend. That it." You refused to make eye contact, knowing she would she the longing in your eyes. Instead you kept advancing on Nat.
"Friends don't look at each other like that." Wanda smirked, knowing you'd fall into her trap.
"Like what?" You continued sparring with Nat.
"Like he wants to fuck you against any flat surface available." She stated matter-of-factly.
"Wanda!" You finally turned to her. Unfortunately, that was the point where Nat went on the offensive.
She easily tackled you to the ground, unable to stop her own momentum. She folded you like a pretzel, resulting in a very pitiful whine from you.
"Ow." You complained from the ground, not bothering with trying to get up.
"I know exactly what you need." Nat smirked devilishly. "Steve!" She called across the gym, only making you wince further.
"Steve! Can you do me a favor?" Nat asked the super soldier, knowing he was never one to turn down a friend in need.
"'Course, what do you need?" He made his way across the gym to where you were still sprawled out on the mats.
"Y/N just took a pretty bad beating. Can you help her stretch?" Her and Wanda wore matching smirks despite trying to hide them. "I'd do it, but I promised Wanda I'd help her with something, and we have to go now."
Steve barely had time to respond before the two women were making their way out of the gym.
"Hey, Y/N." He greeted you kindly, looming over your body which was still on the ground. "Are you okay?"
You huffed, glared at the door where your friends just abandoned you, and then smiled at Steve. "Yeah, Wanda just distracted me and you know what that means when you're sparring with Nat."
He grimaced slightly, imaging the beating you just experienced.
"I've definitely been there." He gestured for you to put your foot in his hand. "Here, give me your ankle."
You followed his instructions, lifting your left leg until he grabbed onto your ankle. He slowly pushed your leg forward, helping to stretch your hamstring.
You couldn't help but laugh at the way he had to bend over slightly to fully push on your leg.
"What's so funny?" He tickled your leg before gesturing for you to switch.
"Nothing. You're just really tall." You snickered again at his hunched over frame. Your foot didn't even reach his hips, meaning his back was arched at an odd angle to give him the correct leverage to help you stretch.
"Maybe you're just short. Ever think of that?" He raised a brow, dropping your right leg back to the floor. "C'mon, give me your hands."
You raised your arms up like a petulant child, knowing he would have to bend down to reach your hands.
He rolled his eyes at your childish behavior, but ultimately bent down to grasp your hands. He pulled you to your feet a bit too harshly causing your body to stumble into his.
Your head landed squarely against his chest, really showing off the height difference.
"See," he put a hand on top of your head. "You're just short."
You shoved him slightly, backing away from his warm body. "That may be true, but that doesn't mean you can go around saying it." You playfully glared at the much taller man.
"I'm sorry. Come with me, I'll make you a smoothie to make up for it."
Despite your best efforts, you couldn't keep the grin off your face.
You just knew Nat and Wanda would be all smirks when you inevitably filled them in on this whole encounter.
"Who moved all the mugs?" You muttered to yourself. You spent the last five minutes standing on the tips of your toes trying to reach the mugs that, for some reason, had been move to the very top shelf.
Then you spent another five minutes looking for the step stool you kept in the kitchen.
You were about to resort to climbing on top of the counter when Steve walked into the kitchen.
You didn't even have to ask for his help before he was walking up behind you and reaching for a mug. His body briefly brushed against yours as he pulled the mug from the shelf, plopping it down on the counter in front of you.
"Thank you." You smiled at him, unsure if you could form any additional words.
"Anytime, short stuff." He smirked.
"Hey! It's not my fault someone felt the need to reorganize the cabinets." You whined. "Who does that?"
"I think it was Tony." He chuckled. "He said something about helping two idiots realized they're in love." He shrugged.
"That man is so weird." The two of you laughed, completely oblivious to Tony's plan.
"You ready to go, punk?" Steve could tell just by the look on Bucky's face that something was up.
"What did you do, jerk?" He eyed him suspiciously.
"Nothing!" He quickly looked down the hall, knowing you and Sam were supposed to emerge any second.
"Sam! You promised you would take me to Coney Island today!" You followed him down the hall, not realizing Bucky and Steve were already in the living room.
"I know, but I can't! I have to fix my wings." He glanced at Bucky conspiratorially. "Tin man, Tony said he needs you in the lab. Something about updating the tech in your arm."
Bucky looked back at Steve.
"Sorry, man. Gotta go." Bucky went to leave, but turned back before he made it out of the doorway. "Why don't you and Y/N go?"
"That's a great idea!" Sam added on. "You two go have fun."
The two of them ran from the room together before you could protest.
"Looks like it's just you and me." You smiled at Steve, grabbing your purse and heading for the door. "You coming?"
"Definitely." He smiled right back at you before leading you to the car.
The car ride took a while, but it felt like no time at all while talking to Steve.
"What's your favorite part?" He gestured to the park map as the two of you walked in.
"I've actually never been before. That's why I was so bummed when Sam said he was busy." You looked around the park entrance, taking in all the bright colors and happy people.
"I'll just have to show you all of my favorite parts then." He smiled at the look of wonder on your face, slowly reaching for your hand.
"I'd like that." You bit your lip nervously, butterflies swarming in your stomach when he took your hand.
He showed you around the entire park, starting with the rides. You went on every ride you could, only stopping when a fan asked for an autograph or a picture from one or both of you.
"Those are all the best rides." He smiled confidently.
"Really? No ferris wheel?" You pouted a bit. "I've always wanted to ride a ferris wheel."
"Don't worry, we will." He grabbed your hand again. "It's better to save that for the end of the night. Right now, it's time for games."
You couldn't help but smile at his antics. He genuinely looked to be having the best time in the world, and you honestly felt the same way.
"Lead the way."
The two of you made your way to the arcade, where Steve let every kid beat him.
His face lit up with joy watching them celebrate beating Captain America at various carnival games. When the game seemed unbeatable, he would win and let the kid choose a prize.
At the last game, he whispered with one kid as you looked on suspiciously. The little boy grinned, nodding his head in complete seriousness before turning back to the game.
When Steve won, the little kid smiled bigger than anyone else had all day. Steve walked back over to you with an enormous gray teddy bear.
"Your losing streak ends." You gestured to the bear.
"Yeah, well little Michael over there said I needed to win a prize for my pretty friend. He said he'd throw the game for me." He spoke with complete seriousness, causing you to giggle.
"That might be the cutest thing I've ever heard." Your face was the epitome of heart eyes as you looked between Steve and the bear. You pulled him into a massive hug before finally stepping back and trying to calm down.
"What's next?" You grabbed the bear, holding it tightly in one arm.
"Food!" Again, he held your hand as he lead you around the park.
He walked with you along the boardwalk, pointing out various spots to get different foods. Some had been there since he was a kid, others were clearly newer.
"This used to be my favorite." He smiled fondly looking at the Nathan's Famous sign.
"Well then, what are we waiting for?" You walked confidently up to the window only to realize you had no idea what to order. "Steve! What should I get?"
He laughed at the panic on your face. Without even realizing, he put his arm around your shoulder, drawing you closer to him. You went easily, leaning into his touch.
"Can we get two Coney dogs and a large order of fries?" He asked the attendant taking orders. "Do you want anything to drink?" He looked down at you as though this were an everyday occurance.
"A slushie!" Your eyes went wide, a giddy kind of excitement growing in you.
"And two cherry slushies, please." He fished out his wallet with his free hand, still holding you close.
You moved to get money as well, but Steve shook his head. "This one's on me, sweetheart."
You all but melted at the pet name, hiding your smile by burying your head between your bear and his chest.
You signed a few more autographs and posed for more pictures while you waited for your food. A little kid came up to the two of you just as your order was called.
"I'll get it." You gestured for him to talk to the child.
"Captain America!" The little girl smiled widely when Steve crouched down to talk to her. "Are you on a date?"
Steve's face reddened at the question, but it made him think. "You know what, I think I am." He shook his head when he finally realized that Bucky and Sam set the two of you up without either of you realizing it.
"My mommy's gonna be sad. She said you're really handsome." The little girl laughed.
"Well, she's right. He is really handsome." You whispered conspiratorially as you returned with the food.
The little girl laughed before running back to her mom.
"C'mon, we can go sit on that bench." Steve gestured to an empty bench overlooking the beach. The two of you joked and laughed while you ate, but Steve couldn't stop thinking about the little girl's question.
"It's beautiful." You looked out over the sand. The sun was low in the sky, reflecting off the water.
"Breathtaking." Steve agreed, his eyes focused on you rather than the view.
"It's later in the day. Does that mean it's time for the ferris wheel?" You smiled widely, a common occurrence for the day.
"Yep. The ferris wheel is the very last thing to do before leaving." He threw away the trash from your meal before taking your hand in his.
"Why's that?" You looked up at him curiously.
"It's slow enough for you to enjoy the ride, even after eating. Plus, you get the best view from the top when the sun is setting." The two of you stood in line as he explained his reasoning.
"I guess you really know all the best tricks." You smiled at him, hugging the bear to avoid any embarrassing actions.
"Not really. Just the old ones." He joked.
"Steve Rogers! Did you just joke about your age?" You gaped at him playfully.
"Hey! If I can't joke about your height, you can't joke about my age." He pressed a hand to his chest in mock offense.
"I guess that's fair." You nudged him with your shoulder, but he remained solid as a rock.
The two of you sat next to each other in the cart, placing the stuffed bear across from you.
"You were right. This is an incredible end to a marvelous day." You looked out over the park, taking in the pink and orange hues from the sunset.
"Y/N... I think Sam and Bucky set us up." He looked at you nervously.
"Yeah, they did a great job of it too." You replied easily, having realized much earlier than Steve what was going on.
"You're not upset?" He questioned, a confused look on his face. You decided to respond with an unfamiliar amount of bravery.
"Steve, I had an incredible day. The only way I'd be upset is if you didn't kiss me at the end of it." You smiled shyly.
"What if I kissed you now, even though it's not technically the end?" His smile matched your own.
"That'd be okay too."
"You both leaned in, meeting in the middle for a soft and romantic first kiss. His lips moved against yours as if they were made for each other.
"Steve?" You pulled back for air.
"Yes?" He smiled blissfully, forehead still pressed against yours.
"I think we're the idiots in love with each other." You whispered softly, thinking back to what Tony had said.
"I think you might be right."
He smiled, pulling you to kiss you again.
"Steve?" You pulled back again, a bright smile on your face.
"Yes?" His eyes remained closed, just breathing in the moment.
"The ride is over..."
His eyes snapped open, a blush painting his cheeks when the ride attendant awkwardly cleared his throat.
"Sorry!" He jumped from the ride, grabbing the bear in one hand and you in the other.
"Where to now?" You questioned, laughing as he pulled you through the park.
"Home, so I can end this date right."
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he’s a family affair - s.r
(NOT IN A WEIRD WAY)
summary: you finished your medical residency six months ago, and this was not the job you thought you were going to get.
pairing: steve rogers x female!reader (maybe a little bucky barnes x female!reader)
warning: i dont think this part has any
an: hello! this is the beginning of my steve series, and i am so excited!!! i’ve wanted to write this for so long! input is appreciated!! should be posting the next part of my bucky series tomorrow!! enjoy! also this fic isn’t set in a specific part of the mcu timeline, i’m making my own timeline lol. also also, no one yell at me for calling it the ‘superman serum’ i thought it was funny.
As you walked out of your apartment building, you were greeted by two things. One, being the early morning chill of April. Secondly, a man holding a sign with your last name written on it in black sharpie. You approached him, pulling your thin blazer closer to your body, “Are you Ms. (Y/L/N)?” He asked, noticing you. You nodded your head, and he read the confusion on your face. “I work for Tony Stark, and he asked me to pick you up for your appointment.” He explained, you finally noticed the Stark Industries logo plastered on the side of the large SUV. Tucking the sign under his arm, he gestured towards the back passenger door, and pulled it open for you. You stepped in quickly, wanting to get out of the cold as soon as possible.
The ride was quiet other than the radio in the front playing a ton of old songs, some of them you knew, others not so much. You watched as the other’s car passed and the people walking along the sidewalks, all in their own little world. The ride to Stark Industries was only about a twenty minute drive from your place, but with the New York City traffic, it was around forty minutes instead.
Once the infamous building came into your view, you felt your heartbeat quicken a bit. The car slowly came to a stop out front, and you went to grab for the door handle, but the driver stopped you, “I’ll be right over.” You waited for a few moments before the door was ripped open by the driver. He put his free hand out for you to grab, allowing you to stabilize yourself as you stepped out of the car. “Thank you.” You smiled, straightening out your skirt. “Of course.” He smiled, shutting the door.
“So, you’ll just walk through those front doors, tell the receptionist your name, and she’ll check you in.” The driver explained, motioning towards the large glass doors about twenty feet in front of you. Thanking him one last time, you repositioned your portfolio under your arm and your purse further up on your shoulder.
“I’m here to see Mr. Stark.” You explained, smiling down at the receptionist, who didn’t meet your gaze or even try to smile back at you. “Most people are.” She said smugly, looking you up and down. “Your name?” She asked, smacking her gum loudly between her teeth. “It’s probably under my last name, (Y/L/N).” You shifted your weight from one foot to the other nervously. Her annoyed facade cracked for a moment, eyes widening in shock. “(Y/F/N)? She asked, finally meeting your gaze. You nodded, handing her your license for proof of identification.
She grabbed the phone next to her, punched in a couple numbers, and brought it up to her ear. “Happy, yeah, I have Mr. Stark’s 11:30 down here waiting.” She explained in an annoyed tone, twirling the phone cord around her index finger. She let out a couple “mhmm’s” and “nuh-uh’s” before placing the phone back down on the receiver. “Someone will be down to get you.” She explained, practically shooing you away from her desk.
You took a seat in one of the plush white chairs, placing your bag and portfolio in the seat next to you. Grabbing the phone from the side pocket of your bag, shooting one of your friends a text that read, “Waiting to meet him now, Wish me luck!” As you tossed your phone back into your purse, a large man walked up to you. “Are you (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N)?” He asked, reading your name off the paper attached to his clipboard. “Yes, sir.” You answered, standing from the chair and putting a hand out for him to shake.
The man was heavier-set, not too much so, and wearing a suit, white dress shirt with black pants, jacket, and tie. His face was decorated with a salt and peppered mustache, beard, and goatee, and bushy eyebrows to match. But his hair was free of any grey, which you found odd, figuring he dyed it and didn’t bother doing so with his facial hair. There was a small name plate sitting above his left breast pocket, it read “Happy Hogan, Head of Security. Mr. Hogan grabbed your hand, shaking it. His hands were clammy and warm, you noticed some sweat forming on his brow. Just a warm man, you assumed.
“Nice to meet you, Ms. (Y/L/N). You can follow me.” He smiled, tucking the clipboard under his arm. He started walking towards the elevators, and you quickly grabbed your things, taking big strides to keep up with him. Pressing the button with an up arrow, the both you waited for the elevator to make its way to you. After a few moments, the large metal doors stretched open, giving enough space for both of you to walk in simultaneously. Happy’s large thumb pressed the button marked ‘15.’
“Once we reach our floor, you’ll have to go through some additional security screenings.” He explained, watching the red number increase one at a time. “Sounds good.” You agreed, watching those same red numbers. You had already walked through a metal detector and your things ran through a small conveyor belt, like the ones at the airport. As the large metal doors opened on the fifteenth floor, you noticed a security guard waiting on the other side. “I’ll take those.” Happy said, putting his hand out to take your purse and portfolio.
“Arms out and spread your legs, please.” The security guard said, holding one of those hand held metal detectors, but one that looked like it was on steroids. This didn’t surprise you, you were convinced Tony had created them, being sure they could catch anything metal and some. After no beeps emerged from the machine, the security guard gave Happy a thumbs up, he smiled and handed back your things. Happy led to a pair of hardwood doors, and knocked heavily. A voice called something out from the other side, but you couldn’t quite make it out.
As he pulled open one of the doors, Happy gestured for you to enter. You walked in and noticed a familiar looking man sitting behind a large desk, fiddling with a pen. You had seen his face all over the news, on newspapers, and one thousand tabloids. It was Tony Stark, or Iron Man, both names just as infamous as the other. But he wasn’t alone, as you expected him to be, there was another man.
He was a man of a darker skin complexion and lacked any hair on his head. You noticed an eye-patch that laid over the curve of head and all the way under his ear. He was dressed in a long black trench coat and underneath was a jumpsuit, and on his feet were black combat boots. He was sitting in a chair off to the side, but close enough to Tony’s desk that he clearly would be part of this conversation.
“Good morning, Ms. (Y/L/N).” Mr. Stark said, breaking your train of thought. “Good morning, Mr. Stark and Mr…” You trailed off, looking towards the mystery man. “Fury.” He said flatly, crossing his arms over his chest. “Mr. Fury.” You repeated, shifting your weight uncomfortably. “Take a seat, please.” Tony said, gesturing to the seat in front of his desk. You happily did so, cursing at yourself for even thinking these heels would be comfortable. As you seated yourself, you unzipped your portfolio, “I brought my dissertation, like you asked.” You explained, handing him the two copies, and you now know why he asked you make a second copy. Tony handed Fury one of the copies, and they both read over it for a few moments.
The silence was thick enough to cut with a knife and the nerves had you practically vibrating. The only thing breaking the silence was a page being flipped every so often. “What made you want to do your dissertation on the chemical construction of this so-called, “Superman Serum?” Fury asked, still flipping through the pages, scanning. “Well, it’s an interest that’s run through my family for a couple generations now.” You began to explain.
“Supposedly, my great-grandfather was friends with a man named Dr. Erskine. They shared a lab when they worked for the Strategic Scientific Reserve. Erskine asked him to help him perfect this serum that would completely alter one’s DNA. Make them ten times faster and one hundred times stronger. It would also make their bodies' regeneration processes occur at a much faster rate and essentially pause any aging.” Tony’s gaze was laser focused on you. “And my great-grandfather claimed that he was there when Steve Rogers became Captain America.”
“You sound skeptical about your great grandfather’s claims, Why?” Fury asked, completely forgetting about the paper in his hand. “Well for many years, I thought he was just a senile old man.” You began to explain. “He was in his late-eighties when I was born, and I remember as a kid he would tell me these stories, like they were, well, stories. Going on about meeting Captain America and watching his friend, Dr. Erskine die.”
“When he passed, I was fifteen, and that summer my family and I were tasked with going through all of his belongings. And in his attic I found a box, covered in years of dust and hidden behind some old Halloween decorations. It was full of documents, photos, journals, and everything else you could think of, about his time with Dr. Erskine. And ever since then, with their research, I've been trying to see if I could recreate and perfect their work.”
“Why do you call it the Superman Serum?” Tony asked, glancing down at the page in front of him. “Well, I’ve looked through everything in that box over a thousand times and they never named it, they just referred to it as ‘The Serum.’ And I figured, if it makes the person stronger, faster, and excel regeneration properties, that sounds just like Superman.”
“Well, (Y/F/N), we have a proposition for you.” Fury said, bringing himself to his feet. “I work for an organization called Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistic Division, or S.H.I.E.L.D.” He took a seat on the edge of the desk, directly to your left now. “We’ve been watching you work for awhile, and after some consideration, we’d like to offer you a position to work with us, and more specifically, with our two Super Soldiers, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes.” He explained, putting his hand out behind him, and Tony placed two folders into his hand. “These two individuals have been injected with a version on Dr. Erskine’s “Super Soldier Serum.”
Fury then handed you those same folders. They were a manila color decorated with their acronym, and a crest that looked like a bird. The bottom had bolded words that said “Security Level 7 or Above Required.” You were speechless, so confused, yet a small bit of excitement swelled in the bit of your stomach. “I-I don’t understand.” You confessed, your eyes darting between the two men. Then Tony spoke up,
“You’re about to make your great-grandfather very proud.”
It had been a week since the meeting with Stark and Fury, and you were still reeling about the whole situation. You pinched yourself almost daily, to make sure you weren’t dreaming. And today was no different. The phone next to you buzzed, and a name, one you would never get used to seeing, popped up. It was Tony.
Before you left his office a week ago, Tony handed you a cell phone. “This is how Fury and I will get in contact with you until further notice.” This didn’t surprise you, since you didn’t expect Tony Stark to give a new girl his personal phone number, and you were convinced Fury only communicated with people through morse code.
The text read, “Some of the Avengers are heading off on a mission. I’ll need you to come to the Compound tomorrow, so that you’ll be here before they get back. Plus, Banner wants to talk to you about your “Superman Serum,” bring as much stuff from that box as possible. Thanks.” And attached was an address.
Banner, like Bruce Banner? Not only does that man have seven PhD’s, but he’s also the Incredible Hulk! Mind-blowing. As the day go on, your situation seems to get crazier and crazier. You quickly typed out a response, “Alright, I’ll be there by noon tomorrow. Thanks.” This would be the first time you met anyone other than Tony, Happy, and Fury. And you were incredibly nervous.
Who wouldn’t be? These are literal superheroes, you were living almost every child’s dream. This was your childhood dream. Especially to meet the first Avenger, Captain America. You grew up hearing about him, he was your first crush. Your grandpa had described him to you multiple times, also telling you about his personal history, as well. And that day they found him on ice and when he was finally unfroze, he was exactly like you imagined him to be.
It was hard for you to sit still, running around your apartment, throwing things into a suitcase. Giving yourself enough options for anything they could throw at you, unless it was aliens, you didn’t have anything to wear if they threw aliens at you. When night finally fell, you popped a couple melatonin, knowing your nerves would keep you up all night.
They worked a tad bit, but you woke up at around 7:30 the next morning, not knowing what to do with yourself for the next hour and a half. Then you remembered that Tony had asked you to bring some stuff from the box you found at your great-grandfather’s house. Walking down the hallway, you made your way towards the guest room, where you stored the box.
The box wasn’t so much a “box” anymore. It was more of a file cabinet. You had organized most of it, so it was easier to comb through when you needed too. You grabbed three of your great-grandfather’s lab journals, one folder full of case reports, and some pictures he took during the serum trials. As you pulled out one of the journals, something fluttered out and landed on the floor.
That was odd. You never stuck anything in these journals because everything had its own place in the cabinet. Whatever it was, there was nothing on the back, as you picked it up, you flipped it over. Your eyes widened, it was a picture. You had never seen this picture before, it must have been stuck to the inside cover of the journal. You eyes glanced at the four men, recognizing all of them.
It was you great-grandfather, Dr. Erskine, Howard Stark, and Captain America. “You have gotta be kidding me.” You chuckled, a wave of disbelief washing over you. Placing the picture on top of the stack, throwing it all in a backpack and placing it by your bag.
You managed to kill the hour and a half, and soon you were throwing all of your belongings in the back of your car. The Compound was only about a two hour drive from your apartment, you had put it in your GPS about a hundred times, just to double, triple, and quadruple check. You were actually excited for most of the drive, but absolutely dreading getting out of New York City, so you gave yourself an extra hour to do so, just to be on the safe side.
The drive was full of loud music, a drink from your favorite coffee joint, and psyching yourself up to meet everyone. When the GPS said “You have arrived at your destination,” you weren’t entirely sure if that was correct. Or you weren’t, until you saw the giant ‘A’ plastered on the side. Not very conspicuous.
You noticed someone approaching your car, and as they got closer you saw a familiar face, it was Happy. “Hey, Mr. Hogan!” You called through your opened window. “Hey (Y/F/N).” He said back, opening the driver side door for you. “Oh, thank you.”
Pressing the button to lift your trunk, you stepped out of the car and towards the back. “I’ll have someone bring your things to your room.” He explained, handing you a keycard, with a large ‘3’ and ‘C’ written on it. “Alright, but I’ll take this.” Grabbing the backpack full of your great-grandfather’s things. “And here’s your access card to get the elevators, rooms, labs, so on and so forth. Happy explained that Tony and Bruce would be on the fourth floor, which was a completely dedicated floor of labs and conference rooms.
You expected the interior to be similar to that of the Stark Industries building, busy and bustling. But instead, it almost seems barren. You remembered Tony mentioning some of the Avengers were off being the heroes they are, but surely everyone else had to be somewhere else. You chalked it up to them being in their rooms or on another floor.
So, you climbed in the nearest elevator, scanning your access card, and pressed the number four. The metal doors opened into a small hallway with three or four doors on either side, and one all the way at the end of the hallway. That door was the only one with a light on, so you made your way towards it.
You scanned your access card, and a little green light flickered, so you pulled open the door. And just as Happy said, there was Tony Stark and Bruce Banner. “Hey, champ.” Tony greeted, looking away from the two floating DNA strands in the middle of the room. “Hello, Mr. Stark…” You smiled toward him, then looked towards Bruce, “Hello, Dr. Banner.” He smiled at you, awkwardly.
“I brought that stuff you asked for.” You reached for the backpack, walking towards Banner. Unzipping the bag, you began placing all the content in front of him. His eyes lit up, immediately grabbing for one of the journals. He flipped through them furiously, and you left him to do so, joining Tony. “Banner’s actually the reason we found you, ya’know?”
“Wait really?” You questioned, glancing behind you towards the doctor. He was so enthralled that he didn’t even look up. “Yep, he was conducting a seminar for Dr. Coleman.” Dr. Coleman is a professor at your college, he helped you throughout your entire college career, especially with your dissertation. Coleman took you under his wing, as you started college earlier than most. “He told Banner about you, showing him your dissertation.” Tony continued.
“Banner came back and said that we needed to keep tabs on you.” You were shocked. One, how did Dr. Coleman know Banner, and two, this answered your question about how they found out about you. “He wanted me to reach out immediately, but I wanted you to finish your medical residency first.” You finished your medical residency about 6 months ago, finishing at a younger age than average. “And here you are now.” Tony laughed.
Some time had passed, and the lab door opened. All three of you looked up and towards the woman standing in the doorway. “Vision made dinner.” She said with a thick accent. She was absolutely. gorgeous. Her skin looked like porcelain and her auburn hair contrasted beautifully. She wore a sweater much too large for her and a pair of black leggings.“Hungry, champ?” Tony asked, placing a hand on the middle of your back. You nodded, not noticing your hunger till now.
Tony and Bruce walked out first, and the woman waited for you while you grabbed your purse, leaving the journals and such for Dr. Banner. “Hello, I’m- (Y/F/N), I know.” She cut you off and smiled at you sweetly. “Banner and Tony have been talking about you for months now.” She explained, as the two of you walked to the elevator. “I’m Wanda.”
Dinner was great, well it was after the initial shock of seeing Vision. You had seen him on the news once or twice, but it was very different in person. “Vision doesn’t eat.” Tony explained, when he noticed you looking at the empty space in front of Vision where a plate should be. “Messes with his computer parts.” Banner said, stuffing a piece of broccoli in his mouth. Everyone chatted and you sat their in awe, pinching yourself once again, to make sure you weren’t dreaming.
Wanda was in the middle of telling an embarrassing story about Tony when a female voice cut her off, speaking from all around you, “Mr. Stark, the Quinjet has landed.” She spoke, her voice was very realistic, but a small tone of mechanics still present. “Thank you, F.I.R-Sir, Rogers in injured.” She cut him off. Tony looked at you,
“It’s your time to shine, champ.”
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You and Steve need to go undercover for a mission, what will happen after you make him see your vulnerable part?
Warnings: fluff, mention of shooting and fighting.
(Gif not mine)
"Alright guys, it's an undercover mission. I was thinking about Capsicle and L/N." Y/N nodded. Undercover missions were her favorite: five stars hotel payed by Tony, new clothes, idiots who tought would be easy to take her to bed and that she could kill with a tea spoon. "Sure, what is it?" The girl asked, looking at Steve and then back at Tony. "You will pretend to be a newly married couple. It's a ball. Clothes, hotel are payed and the jet is on the roof." The girl snickered and looked at Steve. "He really wants us to leave, get your things Cap, I'll meet you on the roof." And she went away, going to her room.
"Friday, set automatic driving." "Coordinates set." "Thanks Friday." Steve sighed and sat down on the bench. "You okay, Steve?" "I hate flying." "I know, it'll be okay. It's just a couple of hours." The soldier nodded, closing his eyes. "Wanna play a game?" Y/N asked, trying to distract him. "You're such a kid... What is it?" "Oh I am the kid, Rogers?" "Sit down, and don't use that tone of voice with me, Miss." He joked and smiled while his eyes were still closed. Y/N sat next to him and smiled too. "What are you going to do? Put me in detention?" "I hate you." "You clearly don't."
"What a wonderful hotel, darling!" The girl said, with a slightly pitched voice, laughing at the annoyed face Steve did. "Y/N..." "Oh, I love you so much!" "Come on, L/N, let's go." He sighed and leaned against the counter. "Hi, we booked under Smith." "Sure, room 214." One. One room. "I'll kill Stark." "I'll gladly help you." She giggled as Steve opened the door. "So Rogers, what are you going to do?" "We have two days before the ball." "Uh, I want ice cream." She said sitting on the bed. "Then why are you sitting down? Come on, let's go." He took her wrist, starting to walk towards the door. "Steve!" "Hey, you have to call me Jonathan." "Okay, Jonathan." She laughed and followed him.
"Steve." Steve got up on her elbows, and looked into her eyes. "Can't sleep? Do you want me to go on the sofa?" He asked quickly, thinking that maybe she was uncomfortable with him sleeping in the same bed as hers. "No, no, don't worry." "So what's going on?" "I heard a noise." "What was it like?" He heard a shot. "Like this, Rogers." He tried to get up, but she held him back. "No, please don't go out." "Y/N..." "Please." She took his hand. "Come here, come here." He hugged her as she shivered. Another shot was heard in the air. "Steve." "It's okay, it's okay." She settled into the Captain's arms, trying to ignore the shots. "Sweetheart, I need to see what's going on." "N-no, you don't have to Steve. Please." "Y/N." "God I feel so stupid, go." She released him and curled up on the bed, while Steve looked at her with sweet eyes. "I'll be right back, I promise you." He hurried out of the room and ran downstairs. He noticed that the hotel was quiet, there was not a living soul and it looked whole. "Jonathan." The girl whispered, still on the stairs, using his fake name so they wouldn't risk blowing the cover. "What are you doing here?" Steve asked, scared that she could get hurt. "Did you really think I would let you go out alone?!" "Let's go back to the room, there is nothing."
"Steve, can I ..." She didn't complete the sentence, because Steve pulled her to him and kissed her forehead. "Sleep Y/N, I'm here." The girl hugged him and sighed. "Thank you, Stevie."
"Wow." Steve said as Y/N came out of the bathroom. She smiled and sat down to put on her heels. "Thanks Steve." "Can you help me with the tie?" "Sure, but I can only tie one type of knot." "Are there more ways to fix a tie?" "Oh my God, Rogers." She laughed and began to tie it. "Thanks sweetheart." "No problem, darling." She smiled at him, then took the gun and put it in the bag. "Are you sure we need it?" "You have shield magnets under your jacket, did you think I wouldn't notice?" "Hit and sunk." He said making the girl laugh, then offered her his arm. "Shall we, Penny?" "We shall, Jonathan." She smiled and leaned against him. "I already hate these heels." "You could not have worn them." "Yes sure, I could have put on sneakers!"
"Name please." "Smith." "Come in." "That was easy." "Stark must have done something." "Yes, like always." He smiled at her. "Come on Jonathan, let's dance." She took his hand and led him towards the center of the room. "I'm happy to be here with you, you know? I mean... If it had been Tony it would have been weird, that's it."
"Well, I'm happy to heart that, Penny." He smiled and walked over to her. " "I think I see him, Jonathan." "Okay, turn around, I want to see him." The girl nodded, then she got closer to him, to speak in his ear. "Twelve o'clock, gray suit." Steve looked where Y/N said to him and sighed. "Any ideas?" He asked. "Shall we take him somewhere and shoot him in the head?" She asked innocently, Steve chuckled. "The first part is doable, but Stark said to keep him alive." "Okay, I can try to flirt with him. Go out, I'll take him there." "With what excuse?" "You surely are not from this era." She kissed his cheek, then walked over to the man. Steve looked at her for a few seconds, before stepping out of the building.
"Since I do not want you to hold a grudge, I'm not someone that likes arms dealers." Y/N said, before kicking him in the balls and then in the head. "Don't worry Rogers, he is just passed out." "Yeah, sure. Let's get out of here."
"Hey." Steve greeted the girl, entering her room. "You need something, Steve? I'm almost done with the report, I swear." The soldier grinned, then shook his head. "No, I'm not here for the report, Y/N." She sat on the bed and patted on the spot next to him. "What is it, then?" Y/N asked. "I just wanted to know if you were okay. You know, after that night..." "Did I make you uncomfortable? I know that I, being an Avenger, shouldn't be scared of guns but... I don't know it's just the loud noise and I was scared you could get hurt and..." "Hey, it's okay sweetheart. Everyone is afraid of something, you don't need to be ashamed of it. I'm afraid of flying and I'm a super soldier, what should I say?" "You have every reason to be afraid of that." "So do you." He said, looking at her. He always found her beautiful, with the expressions she made when something annoyed her, or when Tony did one of his jokes. But mostly he loved the face she did when she smiled. He knew she could make his day only by smiling at his words.
Steve sighed and put his hand on the girl's cheek, stroking her cheekbone. "You are an amazing person, and you shouldn't be scared to let the people who love you see what makes you human. Fear makes us humans, Y/N, you need to undestand that." "I... I don't know how to let people in. I'm an Avenger, for God sake, people should fear me, not the other way around." "I like this side of you. Not that I don't like the others, you are beautiful, and funny, and cocky and... And I sound like an idiot." The girl chuckled. "No please, go on, you really were blasting my ego." Steve pushed her playfully and rolled his eyes when she tried to do the same. "It's not fair, I'm not as strong as you. Don't roll your eyes at me, Rogers." "Or what? Are you going to put me in detention?" "You are quoting me, find your own quotes, be original." "I hate you." "Again? You don't." Steve sighed, looking at his shoes. "Yeah, no, no I don't." The girl smiled. "Are you gonna kiss me now or what Rogers? I tought that your mother taught you how to treat a girl." Steve blushed and his eyes widened. "What? Not used to girls being open about what..." He had enough. He knew that she was just messing with him, but at least he had a good excuse to kiss her. "Finally." "You drive me crazy, L/N." "Glad to hear that." She kissed him again, this time with more desire. Steve groaned when she pulled at his hair, bringing him down on her bed. "I have been waiting for this, Rogers."
"They did it! They kissed guys!" Tony yelled, and Y/N jumped from the bed. "Say hi to the mini camera I bought yesterday." "That's fucking stalking, Stark." She said when she saw the red light that was pulsing on her desk. She took it and she threw it to Steve, that smashed it with his bare hands. "So, where were we?"
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summary~ after helping and steve and bucky out of a sticky situtation, steve has only one question. why?
warning~ mentions of blood and death. reader is an ex-hydra agent. angst kinda.
note: this is my first fic so please be kind to me. also, i tried to make the reader as neutral as possible so everyone can enjoy
Translations: солдат ; soldier
нет, что-то похуже ; No, something worse
Their breaths were ragged. Escaping a Hydra base was no easy feat, Bucky never able to do it himself and Steve only managing it once, fate sparing his life because he was too important to let die. They thought they were as good as dead, S.H.I.E.L.D being infiltrated and no one to save them who they weren’t sure wasn’t the enemy and Bucky, being an assassin, was declared an enemy of the country. There was no one coming to their aid.
After being cornered in nothing short of an exhilarating car chase, all roads were blocked, all exits were guarded by dozens of cars and armed vehicles waiting for their signal to blow them to pieces. Steve looked over at his friend for what he thought was the last time, regret and so much left unsaid behind his eyes as his friend couldn’t bare to look at him. He had gotten him into this mess and there was no way out, or at least that was what they thought.
There was a loud explosion and an unavoidable feeling of heat to Steve’s left. There were bursts of light they both assumed were their demise but from behind the shredded car they had been hiding behind, no thing had touched them. There was something out there, though. There were grunts at first, and the sound of bones being cracked, and skin being sliced. Screams of agony ringing out in competition with shots being fired. They covered their ears and hoped that whatever was killing their enemy wasn’t coming for them next.
“You call in a favor?”, Bucky questioned, wondering whether or not it was safe to look from behind their shield as Steve shook his head.
“No favor I could call in would do this.”
The fighting continued for only a few more seconds before it was quiet. The screams and shouts dying down and the explosions ceasing leaving only shrapnel and blood around them. The car they hid behind shifted, as if someone walked across the top. There was a small thud and there you were. Dressed in something Bucky was no stranger to and wearing a mask they haunted him in his dreams. Blood was splattered mask and the goggles had been abandoned, they assumed because they eventually became to messy to see through. There was no metal appendage, no sense of confusion. You were very aware. You offered a handout, sticky and red, and they didn’t dare touch it.
“Hydra.”, was all you said, and they didn’t know if you were with them or fighting them.
“солдат?” Bucky asked. You looked like a carbon copy of him, hidden face, tortured eyes, strong physique, yet he had never seen you before. You lifted your sleeve, only enough to show your wrist, revealing a symbol he had seldom seen. A marking that flashed him only before he went into the chair and that marked the door at the far end of his base. He was never permitted to enter, never even allow within a mile radius.
“нет, что-то похуже.”
“Why?”, where the first words spoken after hours of silence. Bucky had been dropped at a safe location and Steve back at his apartment after being provided new clothes and an alibi. Back home as if nothing had ever happened. You were still there, only requesting a place to sleep for the night before promising that they would never see each other again.
He didn’t exactly know what he was questioning, why you saved his life, why you wouldn’t let them kill his friend, why you continued to advocate for the both of them even after learning of their crimes which were surely severe enough to warrant a death sentence.
“Dark.”, was the first word that came to mind. “It was always dark. Hydra is unforgiving, taking what shines and corrupting it to shine brighter. They threw me in a room a while ago, took away the windows and the doors. Said I was too powerful a weapon to kill, and my body was practically unbreakable, so they did the next best thing.”
“They broke your mind.” You nodded, holding your wrist in attempts to ease away the soreness.
“They needed a weapon, not a human. I wasn’t supposed think or dream, I was supposed to kill. Just like your friend.”
“Did you know him.”, you shook your head.
“You friend was an expendable muscle, one of the only of their experiments to work but not important enough for them to actually care about his survival. I don’t think we even breathed the same air.” Steve nodded.
“How bad was it?” You furrowed your eyebrows in thought.
“I don’t remember much. It was cold and dirty. The walls were black with grime and the water was like ice. The nights and days blended together, the only distinguishable time was when I was on missions, which weren’t the memorable either. Just…so much blood. As soon as my hands were clean, they were dirty again, and somehow, that wasn’t the worst part.” Steve frowned. Your expression was familiar to Bucky’s whenever he mentioned Hydra. He always looked so pained, so guilty. Your eyes glazed over, tears threatening to spill but you had gotten great and blinking them back. You shifted in the white tee-shirt he had provided you with and the sweatpants that were practically falling off your hips.
“Did they…”, his voice trailed off as he looked for a polite way to ask if she had been mind controlled too but she caught his drift.
“I wish. Your friend could forget, he had something to blame for his deeds, but I was very aware. They didn’t need to torture me, my mind did that itself. It haunts your nights, the things they make you do, it interrupts your thoughts, and traps you inside your mind. It surrounds you, drowning out any chances of redemption until all that is left is the empty husk of a regretful soul.”
“How did you get out?”, she smiled.
“I didn’t. Hydra doesn’t just take your freedom; they take your soul. I broke free and I am still plagued by nightmares. I still cannot live for salvation does not welcome the guilty, but those who are willing to repent. She does not pity, only passes judgement to determine who is worthy to live with themselves. I didn’t know your friend, I don’t plan on knowing him either, but I know what a few years in those cells do to a person. They make you kill people; they make you forget so that allegiance is never an issue yet the most you lose is yourself. You lose your identity, your will to live, you lose hope. I don’t know what he wanted to do with himself, I don’t know his dreams or his aspirations, but I do know that they shouldn’t be taken by the actions of a broken man. He deserves a chance to live, or at least a chance to decide whether or not he can live with what the atrocities that the monster living inside him committed.”
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Pairing: Rockstar Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 300ish
Summary: Inspired by the above GIF
(🥵💦), Bucky decides to show you just how dextrous he is.
Warnings: 18+, minors DNI! Dirty talk, degradation, fingering, voyeurism
You usually occupied yourself for the ninety-ish minutes Buck went to soundcheck each afternoon, whether it was with a sweaty sesh at SoulCycle or a self-indulgent treatment at the hotel spa. But today you had decided to drop in on rehearsal and offer up some support. You and Bucky weren't official but it didn't hurt to show you cared.
Clad in a barely-there sunshine yellow crop top and curve-hugging mini-skirt, you sat cross-legged in the front row of the amphitheatre, eagerly waiting for Bucky to take his turn on the drum kit. During soundcheck, the venue ran on a skeleton crew and the only other soul you saw was a lighting engineer who popped in and out as he was needed.
With a flick of his wrists, Bucky could spin the drumsticks so effortlessly. He almost made it look easy. His double stroke rolls were so precise and yet the sounds he curated were messy, harsh, and iconically rock and roll. His large palms gripped the oak drumsticks, bashfully thumping against the high-hat and snapping against the cymbals.
“Ugh babe, so hot. You’re so good with those hands..” You coyly commented, smiling sweetly at him.
“Yeah? C’mere a minute, doll,” he tutted, placing both sticks on the middle tom. You tramped up the stairs and onto the stage, just as you were told. You spread your feet a few scoots apart, arching your back in eager anticipation. Bucky grunted approvingly, both hands creeping up your flimsy skirt as he yanked your hips forward, hovering over his lithe thighs.
“Buck, there are people here..” you motioned to the lighting guy who sat in the booth not fifteen feet from you two. He may have been preoccupied with setting the cues for that evening’s show but he was RIGHT THERE.
Dismissing your concerns, he firmly chastised you: “No panties eh, baby? What did I say about acting like a slut in public?” his voice low and gravelly.
He spat on his index finger and rammed it inside you without warning. You inhaled sharply, barely registering what just happened, eyes wide and mouth open. He brutally curled his index finger inside you, no mercy for how abrupt he was.
You became a whimpering mess, your moans emitting at a frantic pitch. You fucked yourself back up onto his fingers but were met with scorn.
“Nuh uh, baby takes what I give her. Don't be a greedy whore.” he spits out, shoving a second finger inside, allowing not more than three seconds for you to swallow it up before tearing into you with a third.
"Bucky, oh fuck.. Fuck!” is all you could whine, your velvet walls clenching onto the calloused digits as you felt yourself come completely undone.
You could feel the pressure build in your abdomen, felt the stinging rush of arousal radiate throughout your body - so close to release. You couldn't take a breath that sated you fully, you couldn’t focus on anything but Bucky's fingers deep inside your tight pussy. You preened and blushed as he continued slicing through you. You felt a little floaty, a little dazed. This is what heaven must be like.
And they say all good boys go to heaven, but bad boys bring heaven to you.
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Part Une - Loving You
Synopsis: You encounter your lost love Christopher and you talk about how you've broken his heart.
Word Count: 1,954
Author note: This part is the follow-up to my latest write up, which I realise didn't garner much attention, but a second part was requested. Strongly advised to read part one.
Warning: Explicit Language, Mention of Drugs
Champagne showers your throat, its cool bubbles rippling inside you and all the way down your body. Your hips sway as you make your way through the tightly packed group of people. Laughter surrounds you as you re-join the dancing fray. A green-eyed model grabs you around the waist, his hands grabbing the thin material of your dress. The end of your dress dances over your high-heeled feet, you twist in the model’s arms and sway against him. Your back presses against him and he holds you tighter.
He whispers something in your ear, something or another about leaving with him to ‘fuck’ on the beach. You barely hear it over the music. Your eyes scanning over your friends that are sprawled around the room, all of them dressed in their finest threads. You would have taken him up on the offer, had it not been for the fact that you have been dating a particular Hollywood leading actor. You’d rather not have any outright fight at a party you’re enjoying because of ‘cheating’.
You move away from the model’s tight hold; you can almost hear his sigh. You dance over to a friend who beckons you to come with her to the bar. You gladly follow, reaching the bar takes a few minutes due to the crowd clambering over their drinks. You finally reach the bar; you lounge on the mirrored countertop. The barman approaches you, “Death in the Afternoon.” You wink at him, he smiles politely.
You turn and scan the room your eyes glazing the room, you catch sight of your date, hiding in a nook. He raises a glass to you, and you turn away from him. Drinking the sight of the partying people fills your stomach, many of them can’t help but stare at you, your presence like a diamond in the rough.
And there he is.
Your breath catches in your throat.
His arm draped across the shoulders of a tanned brunette; her eyes unmoving - glued to his. His lips ghost over hers, they way they used to do to your lips; giggles are whispered through her lips. Wearing a full suit with an undone bow tie strung around his neck - he looks like a drunken dream.
You want him.
He hasn’t noticed you. Or is pretending that he hasn’t.
It’s been six months since that night. You barely remember it; you were so intoxicated - on alcohol and Diazepam. An entirely irresponsible mixture, you try to pretend to yourself that you don’t know why you took what you did; but you know why. It was the only way that you had the courage to do what you did. Otherwise, you’d be with—
“One Death in the Afternoon.” The muscular barman places the crystal flute in front of you, you let a smirk grace your lips. If you weren’t in the same room as your date, you’d fuck him. But you’re trying to change.
You turn back in his direction, your friend also spots him, she promises that she’ll do everything to keep you guys apart. Your friends and family were informed of an amicable break-up with tears shed on both sides - by him. The media reported something similar - both PR teams sending well wishes to the other party and asking for privacy for those involved.
You weren’t aware of the amicable breakup until the email was forwarded to you by your PR head. You had blocked his number, but he had blocked you in every other way possible; you won’t pretend that it was unwarranted. Nor will you pretend that it didn’t hurt, but you couldn’t begin to imagine how much he was hurt.
You’ve done worse, but you don’t think you’ve ever done it to someone you actually loved.
You find yourself back in the folie of dancing, your dress billowing around your legs, its silky touch caressing your skin. You catch sight of the tanned brunette entering the dance floor; he’s following her, his hands toying with her waist.
They dance closely, his eyes roaming her body hungrily. You feel like vomiting. This isn’t fair. You close your eyes and knock your head back, willing the horrible sight away. The songs change twice before you open your eyes properly, your eyes immediately lower to where he is. Their lips are locked, their eyes shut off from the party, his hands dance on her arse.
You are most definitely going to throw up.
You rush away from the crowd, attracting concerned gazes, brushing off the offers of help, you finally manage to leave the house. You edge towards the pool and double over, you dry heave over the grass. You will the vomit up, but it is to no avail. You move away from the tennis style grass and make your way through the garden. Your walk leads you to the sea just beyond the expansive garden. The sky is a warm umber, the setting sun barely visible.
You don’t know how long you’ve been stood there, but you feel a presence behind you. You pray it’s not your date - demanding you keep him company.
You turn and feel your heart stop.
He looks beautiful. It’s the most undeniable beauty you’ve ever seen. He makes your heart throb.
Your heart swells, a feeling you’ve only ever felt once blanketing your heart.
“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to trust someone so much ever again.” His voice is husky, his accent very noticeable. “I couldn’t figure out whether speaking to you would be a good idea, but I really wanted to understand,” he sighs deeply, his fingers whisking out a pack of Marlboros out of his pocket, “even a slither of your psyche.” He lights one cigarette and exhales.
You watch him intently but divert your gaze when he looks at you. “What do you mean?” You whisper. Your courage has left you, and your confidence has set itself on fire.
He nudges the cigarette towards you, “I know you’re more of a vogues girl, but you’re going to have to forgo that right now.” You take the offered cig and pop it in between your lips. It tastes of him somehow and you want to die. “I’ve been fucked up since I left Massachusetts, unbelievably so. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way.” He takes a tremulous breath.
You’re frozen. The cigarette needing to be ashed, he takes it from your fingers. He takes a swift inhalation. “I may have developed a mild dependency on alcohol… and on you. I can’t go to parties without thinking of you. I can’t get out of bed without thinking of you, I can’t breathe — without thinking of you.” His breathing is steady, his words stronger than the wind carried by the sea. You can’t breathe, his words taking the majority of your oxygen, he hands you back the cigarette.
“If I hadn’t done it then, you would have done it first.” You shiver with the cold breeze from the surf. If you could choose between kissing him or dissipating, you would choose to dissipate right into the sand.
His eyes flash across to you, his irises seething with anguish and droplets of anger. “It’s not a race, it never should be.” His hiss cuts across your chest, almost shattering your pearls. “I loved you, like I’ve never loved anyone.” His words make you look at him. The eyes that haunt your dreams are there, right there, less than a step away. The wind brushes his tendrils of golden hair across his face, he looks like a kaleidoscope manifested into flesh. “But I hate you now, in ways I have never hated someone.”
You feel like you’ve been stabbed in the neck.
You can feel a tear slip past your eyelashes, and you almost curse the skies. “That’s fine.” You choke quietly, your voice on the cusp of being drowned by the waves.
“I’ve moved on. I’m happy.” He sighs, he dashes the cigarette stub into the ocean, his hands going back into his pockets. His eyes don’t shift away from yours. “But you haunt me.” He looks away, towards the darkened horizon. “If I could choose between you dying or the Boston bomber - I would choose you.”
Your eyes widen with horror.
You’ve never been confronted with the pain you’ve caused. It’s never bothered you that men would desperately try to tarnish your image in salacious magazines. But this, this hurt you. Finally.
You can’t stop the tears now. You sink into the sand. The water washes against the borders of your legs. You choke a sob back.
“I’m sorry.” Your voice is small and dejected.
“That’s alright.” He’s lit another cigarette. He sits down next to you, offering you a toke. You take it, peaking at him from under your eyelashes.
Looking up at him, you’re met with a longing gaze.
You’re going to wonder forever what’s possessed him, but his lips find yours. They’re the light at the end of the tunnel and following the path to it guarantees his survival.
The embrace is bittersweet, sprinkled with pleasant familiarity. The taste of smoke tendrils dances between your tongues. His fingers swim in your hair, greedily pulling you deeper into his kiss. You want to die in his arms, it would be indeed the heavenliest way to die. You grab his shirt and hold on for dear life, his wine-soaked tongue intoxicating you further. Fireworks explode behind your eyelids and you sink further into him.
He breaks away from the kiss. His eyes riddled with unspoken secrets.
He stands up, his hand extending towards you. Lifting you to your feet and taking your hand in his, he begins to sway with you to the muffled music coming from the house. His hand rests above your bum, comfortably leading you in this dance. You lean your head against his chest, inhaling the smell of cologne and Marlboro Reds. The smell that used to wake you up on holiday weekends. A tear slips from your eye, a manifestation of your longing and your need for him.
Why do hurt people, hurt people?
You recall the day your father left your mother for dead.
“Where’s mum going, daddy?” You look up at the towering figure of your father.
His stern gaze remains on the distressed woman being handcuffed to the gurney. He brushes off your question with a glare embalmed with stone. You gulp and return your stare to your screaming mother; you rush to her, but a paramedic stops you in your tracks. Your mothers begs your father to let her go, her cries echoing around the front garden. Her roses seemingly wilt in sympathy for their weeping creator. She screams and fights against the paramedics, your father doesn’t wait until the doors of the ambulance have been closed before he closes the front door.
You rush to the living room window, standing beyond the curtain with your face pressed against the glass, you watch your mother being driven away.
You’ll never see her again and never know where she took her last breaths; and you’ll be transferred to board at your school. You see your father annually and eventually he leaves you for retirement in South Africa, you’re alone and unloved.
So, you steal hearts so that your own can heal.
Chris breaks your dance, his hypnotising spell diluted by the distance imposed by his now hardened glare. He turns and leaves, his shadow furthering away from your own. You watch in astonishment as he leaves you, cigarette smoke billowing away from his receding figure.
You can’t help the stream that washes your cheekbones.
He’s done the impossible - broke you.
Part 3 - Coming soon.
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Marvel - A Captain America Imagine
Steve Rogers x Female Reader
Here's Part 1
The future becomes more certain.
"I am in need of some calm," Steve said, taking a bite of his sandwich. "Space, time travel, losing people I loved, it was all a lot to handle at once."
You sympathized with his confession. "My mom died a few weeks before I blipped, but my dad supposedly got sick while I was gone."
"I'm sorry," he said genuinely. "I can't imagine how that feels."
"I can't imagine what you've seen, what you've gone through," you shook your head. The last few years seemed to be nothing but pain for the world. It was a heavy burden to carry.
"And yet, right now, makes it all seem worth it," he said with a soft whisper, the same slight smile brightening his solemn features.
You could feel your face heat at his sweet words. His deep drawl healing away all of today's problems.
"You said you had a place outside of the city?" Steve asked.
"Just a small apartment. Where do you live?"
He gave a deep sigh, a crooked smile on his face as he soaked you in, "I don't know that I have a place. I crash everywhere. I was on the run after the Sokovia accords, and then I was so busy after."
You knew what he was getting at and you smiled. "You could always stay with me, if you'd like?"
"I'd never want to put you out."
"You wouldn't be. I would enjoy having someone around."
He reached out to run his rough, calloused hand down your face. It was almost like he couldn't believe you were real.
It had been a few weeks. Steve stayed at your place with you. Even for what little work he did have, he didn't stray far.
You still couldn't find a job, and you were quickly eating through your savings and the money your parent's had left you.
The two of you were eating a quiet dinner when Steve spoke up, "If you could live anywhere, where would it be?"
You hummed, swirling your spoon around, "I'd like to have some land, have some animals and a garden or something."
"Sounds like a quiet life," he whispered, and you looked up, wondering where he was getting at. "I thought the guy who wanted all of that went in the ice, but then..."
"Where are you going with this, Steve?" you asked him.
"The government has offered me a pardon for what happened all those years ago, and they're also offering to pay for my retirement."
You reached for his hand across the table and he laced your fingers. "But you don't want to retire, do you?"
"Retirement wouldn't mean I stopped working. I could accept this money, and still do my own thing privately."
You stacked your dishes and carried them to the sink. "That would probably mean giving up the Captain America mantle though."
He shrugged, and you could tell what he was thinking. He had already parted ways with it.
"I want to be more than Captain America," he said it so softly that the clanging of dishes nearly covered it.
He held out his arms and you tucked yourself into his chest.
"You are more than that," you mumbled, rubbing his back. "Especially to me."
He kissed the crown of your head. "We would be set with this money though. It's a very generous amount. We could get that little farm you want."
You pulled away, finding his haunted blue eyes. "Steve..." you whispered.
"I want to buy a home with you."
You reached up to cup his face, "You're so sweet, you know that? But I don't want you accepting the offer because of me. We can figure something else out."
He leaned down to brush his lips with yours, "I don't want to figure anything else out. You're all I want, honey. I mean maybe, later on, I'd like a kid or two." He grinned cheekily.
"Or three," you smiled.
Steve kissed you fiercely, "Or four."
"I'm going to stop you there," you chuckled, kissing his cheek and nuzzling his neck.
Your thoughts started to run with dreams, dreams with Steve and dreams of family. The future had always been uncertain for you, but maybe things could look up.
He gave a wistful sigh, "Besides, I know the perfect man for taking up the mantle. I think I deserve this, the simple life, with you."
"You know I'll support you no matter what. Whatever you choose, it doesn't make you any less of a person."
He rested his head on top of yours, a soft I love you floating from his lips and swelling your heart.
Tags: @bklynxbaby @sammyirwin24
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Hey! Great work! Can I get some Steve trying to ask the reader out but getting too nervous every time until someone (maybe Sam or Buck or both haha) takes pity on him and does something to help the poor guy out?
Sometimes A Little Help is Needed
A/N: I’m so happy! This is my first Steve request!! I love this so much. Thank you for the request and your kind words! I hope you enjoy!! :)
Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem! Avenger! Reader
Warnings: none, just fluff
“Just go ask Y/N out already, please. You’ve gotta stop staring all the time,” says Bucky, coming up behind Steve.
“He’s right,” says Sam. “You know it’s bad when the master of staring tells you to stop staring at someone.”
“Hey, that’s not true!” says Bucky.
“Oh, that’s not true? Just yesterday you were…”
Sam is interrupted by Steve. “Stop it, both of you.” He turns to face them. “Now quick, what do I say?”
Sam places his hand on Steve’s shoulder. “Just give ‘em that Steve Rogers charm. Ya know, walk up and say ‘hey, Y/N, I was thinking we should go dancing tonight. What do ya think?’”
Bucky shakes his head. “That’s a terrible idea. Steve can’t dance for shit.” He looks at Steve. “Just ask them out to dinner. You could go to that diner in Brooklyn.”
“That’s a great idea,” says Steve. He pats Bucky’s shoulder. “Thanks, Buck.”
Steve starts walking towards you and stops halfway. You were sitting on a chair out on the balcony, reading a book. You looked beautiful. He couldn’t do this.
“I can’t,” Steve says as he turns around. “I just can’t.”
He walks out of the living room, leaving Bucky and Sam standing there confused.
“We’ve gotta do something,” says Bucky.
“I hate saying this, but I think you’re right. I know just the thing too.” Sam replies.
Bucky and Sam smirk at each other before walking away to set up their plan.
You walk into the kitchen, the delicious smell drawing you in. You stop when you see Bucky and Sam cooking, both wearing aprons.
“Hey, guys” you say. “What’re you cooking in here? It smells delicious.”
Sam quickly looks up at you before continuing to stir pasta in a pot. “Oh, hey, Y/N, fancy seeing you here. Bucky and I are just whipping up some chicken alfredo.”
Bucky lifts his head up from the oven to look at you. “Hey, Y/n!”
“Hey,” you laugh. “Since when do you two cook together?” you ask.
Sam walks up to Bucky and wraps his arm around his shoulders. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. We love each other.”
You look between the both of them. “Right,” you say. “So, is this dinner for you?”
Steve walks in right after you finish talking. “What’s going on here?” He turns to you and smiles. “Hey, Y/N.”
You smile back. “Hey, Steve. Looks like these boys are going to enjoy a fancy dinner together.”
Bucky moves to lay a cloth over the dining table, as well as two wine glasses and a bottle of wine, while Sam fills up two plates of food and sets them down.
Sam’s phone starts to go off. “Oh, shit, who could that be?” he says.
He runs out of the kitchen to answer the call.
“Well, I guess you two have fun,” you say, about to turn around to head back to your room.
Before you can leave, Sam runs back into the room. “Buck, we have to go.”
“What?” asks Bucky.
“Tony just called. We’re being sent on a mission. Got 15 minutes to pack and then we’ve gotta be on the quinjet.”
“Oh,” you say confused. “Well, good luck.”
Bucky and Sam start running out of the room.
“What about all this food?” you yell after them.
“You and Steve can have it!” Sam yells back. “Don’t let it go to waste!”
Steve looks down at the floor and blushes. They set this whole thing up.
“Unbelievable,” Steve whispers to himself.
You turn around to look at Steve. “What was that?”
“Nothing,” he says quickly. “Uh, I was just thinking that we should eat this food together. Sam’s right, we shouldn’t let it go to waste.”
“Sounds good to me.” You sit down at the dining table, Steve sitting at the spot across from you.
Steve looks at you nervously.
“Is everything okay?” you ask.
“Yeah, uh, well, no… I mean yes, everything is fine. There’s just something I need to tell you.”
“Okay…” you say. “You’re making me a little anxious here, Stevie.”
He puts his hands out. “No, no, don’t be anxious. I just, uh, well, you see, Sam and Bucky set this whole thing up.” He scratches the back of his neck and looks down at the table.
“Set what up?” you ask.
“This,” Steve gestures towards the food and wine. “I have been trying to ask you out for a few months now and each time, I chicken out. Sam and Bucky aren’t going on a mission. They made this food and then lied about having to leave, so we’d stay and eat it together. I didn’t know they were going to do this, I swear. I just pieced it together right after they left.”
You nod your head slowly. “I see.”
Steve gets up to come closer to you. “Look, Y/N. I’m so sorry if you’re uncomfortable. We can completely forget this ever happened and…”
You cut him off by kissing him.
When you lean back, you stare at Steve as he stands there with his eyes closed, a small smile on his face.
“Why don’t we go on a real date? Not one that Bucky and Sam awkwardly prepared.” you say.
Steve opens his eyes and looks at you. “Yeah, uh, how about that diner I told you about?”
You smile. “Sounds perfect. Want to go there now? I’m starving.”
“Yeah, beautiful, let’s go.”
Steve grabs your hand and leads you to the elevator.
Bucky and Sam watch you both leave from the room over.
“I can’t believe he didn’t ask Y/N to go dancing,” says Sam.
Bucky looks at him incredulously. “How many times do I have to say it. Steve can’t dance.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Sam rolls his eyes. “Whatever you say, tin man.”
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MAKE A DECISION
A/N- My first time writing for Steve Rogers and I am pretty nervous lol. Anyways I hope you like it. Reblogs are very much appreciated and feel free to drop a request in my inbox if you want to.
Pairings- Dark! Steve Rogers X reader
Warnings- 18+, Toxic relationship, Dub-con, dark themes, implied smut, language, smut, , oral (m receiving) , obsessive behaviour, (Stay away from such guys irl) , horrible writing.
Please don’t proceed if any of the above triggers you.
Summary- After constant fights with Steve and watching your relationship fall apart; you crave solace and find yourself in the arms of a colleague. Too bad Steve decides to visit you at work.
You looked at the time displayed on the taskbar of your laptop and felt a wave of relief wash over you. It was finally time for lunch. Your stomach was rumbling due to hunger. The past few weeks hadn’t been really good. Steve picked the most stupid reasons to be mad at you and it was like everything you did was pissing him off.
You felt horrible and above all insecure. You couldn’t help but wonder if he even loved you anymore. The day before he went all crazy over your best friend being too ‘touchy’ with you. Now you knew Steve was a possessive man and even though you used to pick fights with him over his possessiveness, you loved it.
The only reason you would argue about it was to rile him up and that made you believe one thing that almost all those books and movies had told you- The sex after making your man jealous is the absolute best.
He would pick up small reasons to punish you earlier too but that was different. Getting punished was something your horny ass liked. But now all he did was yell and throw stuff. It was like everything had changed these few weeks. Earlier you would jump out of joy when Steve cam home. Now, a wave of anxiety fell over you every time you heard the sound of front door. Your stomach would churn and knot, heart beat faster as your mind would race to make sure everything was in place, hence giving him no reason to be mad. Steve Rogers on the other hand would still find one.
Earlier you thought he was just stressed. You did have a little idea about what the reason could be though. A few weeks ago Steve was rambling about spending his entire future with you as you both lay in bed, making heat rise up your body as your ears burned and heart fluttered. You never though you would reach to this point. As the conversation went on, you told him you weren’t ready for kids right now. You missed the way his eyes darkened and jaw ticked at that. He didn’t argue with you at that time but did keep pressing the idea of having kids. After starting the discussion about having kids a few more times and having the idea rejected by you, he stopped.
You weren’t sure if his frustration and annoyance towards you came from that but there was a chance that it did. The fact that Steve might be fighting with you due to this reason was only adding to your misery. Because did Steve even loved you if he couldn’t respect your choices. And the worst part of it all was that no matter what Steve did, you would never be able to leave him. You knew it was bad but it was the truth. It scared you sometimes that you would rather live your whole life unhappily with Steve than to not live with him.
“Hey, let’s go for lunch.” Nick, your colleague and good friend said making you turn your eyes up to him.
“Hey, uh yeah let’s go.” You replied, standing up while closing your laptop’s lid and grabbing your stuff.
“Yeah, I am perfect. Why do you ask?”
“You always look a little off these days. Is everything okay?”
“Yeah Nick, don’t worry. I am perfectly fine.” You tried to convince him, smiling at him. It just felt nice that someone actually cared about you because you hadn’t felt loved in quite some time.
“And you can always, wait, you are listening right. Are you listening?” Nick’s voice broke your chain of thoughts.
“Oh, I am so sorry, I completely zoned out. What were you saying again?”
He walked closer to you as you looked at him. He had beautiful eyes. Three years of knowing each other and you realised how pretty they were just now. You were so lost in his eyes that you didn’t realise he had his hands in yours as he lightly pushed your body down, making you sit in the chair.
As you sat on the chair he stood on his knees in front of you, your small hands still in his large ones.
He sighed and looked down for a few seconds before his eyes found yours once again and he said, “ Listen, you can share anything with me, yeah. I know you are stressed and troubled about something. Is it something I can help with?”
“It’s nothing” your voice came out too meek and low.
“You sure there’s nothing you want to tell me?”
You nodded earning a sigh from him.
“You mean a lot to me, you know. I just, I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.”
The worry and love in his eyes for you made your heart warm. You wanted to cry. In the three years you have known each other he had always supported and loved you. He had always been there to make you laugh when you were low, always been there to help you and always been with uou when you needed. He was the perfect friend.
“I- um, okay I’ll get this straight. Is it Steve?” He asked.
You looked at him, slightly shocked. He really did know you very well.
“Look, I have seen the way all the blood drains from your face when he calls you these days. And each and every time he calls you, you guys fight. More like he keeps yelling and you tell him to calm down over and over again. And the party last night. Is it him?”
Tears filled your eyes as you nodded.
You stood up from the chair as he too stood from where he sat on the floor. You wrapped your arms around him after a small pause of staring each other. You stood in his arms and whispered, “thank you for always being there for me.” as he stroked your hair.
“Hey , It’s okay. I am here for you. Always.” he kept repeating until you calmed down.
You looked up at him with glazed eyes as he gave you a small smile. His hands came to cup your cheeks.
“I am always here for you.”
You didn’t realise how close you were until you felt Nick’s warm lips over yours. The kiss was soft and so were his lips. You hadn’t been kissed like that in a long time.
You pulled away from each other, his hands still on your face. There was a moment of really uncomfortable silence before you gave him a slight smile and started laughing making him frown a little before breaking into a sweet and joyous laugh.
“I am really sorry to interrupt you guys. I mean, clearly you were both having a great time over there.”
Your whole body went cold as you felt goosebumps rise on your skin. All you could hear for a few seconds was the throbbing of nerves in your ears and your beating heart. You felt like throwing up.
You looked at Nick staring at Steve with hatred.
“Don’t look at me like that. I am not the one fucking someone else’s girlfriend.” Steve said in an eerily calm voice.
“Don’t worry baby, it’s not your fault these men can’t leave you fucking alone.” He said looking Nick dead in the eye.
Steve approached Nick like a predator approaches its prey.
“She told me how you fucking treat her, alright. It’s you who needs to leave her alone.” Nick said making Steve let out a low, scary chuckle.
Steve walked towards Nick and punched him hard, making him fall down. You let out a cry, muffled by your hands that covered your mouth.
Nick groaned, his bleeding nose in his hands.
“Steve stop.” You yelled as he kicked Nick aggressively making him cry out in pain.
“Steve” You placed your hands on his chest and tried to push him back.
“Shut this filthy mouth of yours.”
Steve pushed you away and kicked Nick two more times, the sounds of his grunts, Nick’s pained cries and your begs for Steve to stop filling the room.
You stood in front of Steve to prevent him from hitting Nick. You tried to push him back, your eyes begging him to stop. He took your hands in his and gave you a small smile, an evil one.
“Let’s go sweetheart.” He said taking your hand and leading you out. You looked back at Nick as he groaned in pain.
“Steve we need to get him to the hospital.” You pleaded him, your eyes filled with tears. You never thought Steve was capable of doing something so horrible. To think you were in love with such a man made you sick.
“Steve, Steve we need to-“ He cut you off by placing a finger on your lips.
“Stop it babe. You are making me really mad right now. He won’t die.”
You looked at him shocked and disgusted. You tried to break free from his grip on your hand but it was too tight. He pulled you into the elevator with him and pulled you closer to him. His thumbs stroked your wet cheeks and he proceeded to wipe your tears.
“Stop crying babe. What are people going to think?”
His words made you whimper as tears fell off your cheeks.
He leaned closer to you and whispered in your ear, “Save it for later. Trust me you are going to need your tears.”
He aggressively wiped your cheeks.
You both reached down and his hand found your waist, his grip on you iron tight.
“Don’t do something stupid. You are walking on really thin ice right now.” He whispered in your ear.
He walked smiling as if everything was okay. You, on the other hand were terrified. You felt really bad for Nick. Guilt was eating you. You felt like you would explode. It was all your fault.
You both reached his car and he motioned you to get in. Your body was trembling. He got in too while you did your seatbelt with shaky hands. You thought he would yell at you as soon as you both get in but he didn’t say a word for the first ten minutes of the drive. You looked at him with guilty eyes, still terrified. You didn’t want him to hate you. You would do anything to make him forgive you. Your worry about Nick was all gone now.
“I- I am sorry Steve.”
“You should be.”
“I come to my girlfriend’s office, bringing her favourite order from her favourite restaurant to have lunch with her only to find her fucking some jerk.” He added.
You wanted to say that it was just a kiss but you figured it wasn’t the best thing to say at that time.
He didn’t say anything the rest of the ride home and neither did you. You just looked out of the window, imagining you were somewhere else, anywhere else. You didn’t want the car to stop. You just wanted it to go on and on. Unfortunately you reached home after some time and you felt bile rising up your throat.
“Go in and wait for me in the bedroom, naked and on your knees.”
You opened your mouth to say something but stopped as his tone had left no room for discussion.
You stepped out reluctantly and found it really hard to open the door as the key shook along with your trembling hands.
You got in and went upstairs quickly. You knew that it would only make him madder if you didn’t hurry up. You undressed and sat on the floor on your knees. Steve entered shortly. The sound of his heavy footsteps only scared you further. He passed you and took a seat on the bed behind you. You turned to him. He opened his belt and let it fall on the floor, a clinking sound filling the room. He opened the button of his pants and unzipped it, all the while looking at you.
When he took his dick out and told you to open your mouth you were shocked. This was too easy. You had expected him to punish you, beat you even, but the fact that he just wanted to fuck your throat made you more anxious. It meant you would have to wait for some more time to know what Steve’s actual plan was for you.
You opened your mouth and he gave your throat no time to adjust. He just slammed in making your throat burn. You were chocking around his dick and not in a hot way. Tears were streaming down your cheeks as you clawed his thighs.
“See, your lips are made to be around my dick, not to kiss other men.” He said as his hands gripped your hair tight keeping your head in place.
You needed air. Your head felt heavy. You were gurgling around his dick, desperately slapping his thighs to let him leave you.
His fingers came up to wipe the tears off your face as he said, “You are going to have my child. It’s going to be perfect honey. Trust me.”
He sounded so sincere and genuine that if you weren’t chocking right now, you would have believed him.
He let your hair free and you quickly pulled yourself away from him. You tried to take in as much air as you could as you wheezed and coughed.
After what felt like hours you calmed down a little and started sobbing.
“Don’t cry now baby you need all your strength and courage to make the big decision.”
You looked at him confused. You wanted to ask what he was talking about but your throat didn’t allow you to let out any words.
“Oh I didn’t tell you? My bad. Tomorrow, either you file a harassment report against that office boy or you give a resign. Now I wanted you to do both but you know how generous I am. So I am giving you a choice. Now get on the bed.”
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Pairing: Steve Rogers x gn!reader
Warnings: mention of violence, one cuss word
A/N: A bit short maybe, but I hope you still enjoy!
He was born there. He grew up there. His whole life has been spent in Brooklyn before he had left to join the army. Steve missed his old home, that's why he frequently visited said borough. Most of the time he went alone, but sometimes you would accompany him. You loved to hear stories about the good old days.
Today was such a day. You and your boyfriend were strolling through the busy streets of Brooklyn, arms linked. He was telling you about his early life and how his mother was known to cook the best meals when he suddenly stopped. „What is it?“ you wondered, not letting go of his arm. „It still exists.“ he said, looking ahead. „What does, love?“ Steve pointed to a side street. „This alley.“ He gently pulled you with him, halting in front of it. „I got beaten up in it once. If it hadn't been for Bucky, it probably would have ended worse.“ He chuckled, but soon realised that you didn't find it as amusing. „Steve...“ You softly twitched at his sleeve. “It's okay, Y/N. Those were still good days. It's not like I've been beaten up everyday. Although I have to admit that it did happen quite often.” You shook your head, chewing on your bottom lip before you looked at him. “And he was a prick, so...” he added, returning the gaze. You sighed. “I guess you never learned when it was best to just run away.” The super soldier tilted his head. “I guess I didn't. But maybe that's what brought me here, to this exact moment.” This planted a small smile on your face. “Maybe.”
You continued your promenade, eventually reaching Brooklyn Bridge. People were rushing past the pair of you when you came to a halt on the bridge itself, the sun already starting to set. “Didn't realise it was so late already.” said Steve, glancing at his watch. “I'm not complaining.” you mumbled, shortly taking a look at the water below before lifting your gaze to admire the sky slowly changing colours. You didn't notice your boyfriend examining you, pure adoration in his eyes. Everyday he wondered how he could possibly be so lucky to have you by his side. He kissed your head, joining you in admiring the sunset.
“Maybe we should just move here.” you said quietly after a while, only for him to hear. The man smiled softly. “That would be great.”
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Proposal- Steve Rogers
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Characters: Steve Rogers
Request: Anon- Steve Rogers and "I'm falling more in love with you everyday" please
Word Count: 426
When Steve asked if you’d like to take a walk in the local park, you were more than happy to go. It was a pleasant springtime day and you liked spending time with your boyfriend, so it was a nice idea to get a breath of fresh air.
The local park was beautiful and held some of your favourite memories, especially ones with Steve. Your family had always frequented the park growing up and once you were an adult, you visited it often to spend time out in nature and attempt to relieve some of the pleasant memories of your childhood. You ended up meeting Steve when you had been walking with your headphones on and accidentally walked into his path as he ran, leading to a collision; it was awkward and weird, but it led to him assisting you back to your car and inviting you back to apologise. Many of you dates ended up there and you couldn’t think of anything negative about your time there, past a few scraped knees.
You laced your fingers through Steve’s to give it an excited squeeze as you recognized the area of the park you had wandered into.
“Isn’t this where we met?” You smiled. “I think I remember falling into that dirt.”
“It is,” he whispered, his voice slightly shaky and unable to hold your eye any longer.
“Are you okay?” You questioned.
It was a very rare occurrence to see Steve nervous, he was Captain America after all and although he wasn’t overly confident socially, he was very good at hiding any nerves he had.
He nodded his head taking a deep breath before turning to you. You weren’t certain what was going on or why Steve had decided to stop your walk there, but you were starting to become worried about him as it was very out of character for him.
“You’re worrying me.”
“I’m sorry,” he said softly. “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course, you can, you can ask me anything.”
He took one more deep breath before speaking again.
“I love you with all of my heart and I couldn’t think of a more perfect place to ask you this. I have never doubted that I’ve wanted to ask you this and I’m just falling more in love with you every day,” he smiled warmly, dropping down onto one knee. “Will you marry me?”
You couldn’t contain the joy that built up inside you, all you could do was nod repeatedly and kiss him with all the passion inside of you.
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Partners Against Crime
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Gender Neutral Reader
Summary: After your boyfriend takes a promotion, you’re assigned a new partner. How will you both deal with the separation and potential of someone getting in the way?
Warnings: This fanfiction does revolve around law enforcement but I will not include any controversies.
Word Count: 2.4k
A/N: Thank you @stucky-my-ship for requesting this! I’m so excited to turn this into a series. Hope you enjoy <3 Thank you so much to those who read! Feedback and interactions are heavily appreciated. Also! Please reach out if you would like to be tagged in future parts and my other projects.
You flickered your eyes open as a blaring noise came from beside you. No matter how many years of experience you had with this job, you swore you would never get used to this schedule. Even when you were starting out as a beat cop everything seemed easier. It was probably just the adrenaline from coming straight out of the academy but then your life changed. You were promoted from beat and finally landed your goal job as a detective. You dreamed of being a detective ever since you were little. You smiled softly at the memory of you sneaking downstairs to watch tv behind your parents backs. Often finding yourself glued to crime shows; they fueled your desires to take down criminals.
You throw your arm toward the side table and shut off the alarm. Then you proceed to roll over and frown at the empty bed space beside you. Your boyfriend, James Barnes, well you called him Bucky, just got promoted to Sergeant. He was officially in charge of the precinct you both worked at. Which was both a blessing and a curse. You were so proud of Bucky, he finally got the promotion he has been working his ass off for and the new job came with a lot of good things for him.
But, you couldn't hide the fact that it was gonna severely weigh on you. You and Buck had been partners since you first got promoted to detective. You both really clicked from that day forward. It was gonna take a lot to get used to not having him by your side. In this line of work you need a person you can trust one thousand percent. At the end of the day this person is in charge of your life and you're in charge of theirs. Bucky was the definition of what a partner meant to you. Which is why it was no shock that three years later you both shared an apartment and ended up falling in love. However you just knew the promotion would put a damper on that as well. You had to keep your affair hidden from the precinct and trusted very few people. When you moved in with Bucky, you weren't even allowed to update your address so every now and then you'd make your way over to your old place to pick up mail. Luckily, you hit it off with your old landlord and he helps with anything and everything you need. Although you were certain he did it to eventually get a legal favor. But you didn't mind. It bought you time with the man you love.
Being that the precinct didn't know about you and Bucky, you couldn't stop yourself from worrying about the future. He was no longer your equal. He was your boss and you were terrified of the thought of someone finding out about your relationship. It could get both of you fired or moved to different precincts. Which was the better of the two, but it would be hard to work without each other. You strongly believed what made you best at your job was having him beside you. Or at least in the same work place. This mindset also made you question if your relationship would ever progress more than it was. Of course you wanted to eventually marry Bucky but how would that work with your jobs? There were so many obstacles the two of you faced and it made you even more stressed for your first day without him.
While groaning, you rub your face. Then you gain the strength to pull yourself from the half empty bed. You make your way to the bathroom and turn on the water. Giving it time to heat up while you go grab a towel and pick out clothes for your day. After showering and getting ready, you stepped out of your shared room. The apartment is small and cozy. New York was an expensive city to live in but you both made it work. When you were looking for apartments, you didn't care where you ended up just as long as we were with each other. Being that the apartment was tiny, you could see straight into the kitchen from the hallway. Your eyes fell straight on a note besides the partially full coffee pot. You smile to yourself and walk over. You lift it off the counter and begin to read,
Good morning Doll
I hope you slept well. I left early this morning to get a head start on everything at the station. I made us coffee. I hope it's still good by the time you wake up.
P.S. Please grab our usual at the deli before you come in
You let out a brief chuckle at the final sentence written on the piece of paper. You grab a travel mug from the cabinet and place it in front of you. Then you proceed to grab the pot and pour it into the cup. After adding creamer and sugar, you bring the cup to your lips and take a small sip. The coffee was good but on the colder side. Therefore you pop it in the microwave while you quickly grab your belongings. When you hear the beep, you remove it and put the lid on. Carrying everything with you out of the door.
While driving to work, you swing by the deli up the road from your apartment building. You park on the busy New York street and quickly get out of your car and run inside. The bell above the door dings and Frank and Linda look up from behind the counter. You shoot them a large smile and they quickly return. The deli was owned by this sweet older couple since the early 70s. They were so kind to you and really cared for their regulars. So much so, they memorized Bucky and your order. Sometimes even having it ready before you arrive in the mornings.
"Good morning (y/n)! Where's Bucky?" Frank asks, his welcoming smile fading into a light frown. He walks toward the edge of the counter to meet you.
"Good morning! He went in early. First day of the new promotion. I'm still gonna bring him breakfast though," you explained while Linda grabbed a brown paper bag from the far counter and brought it toward you.
"Oh! Please tell him we wish him well, would you? We remember like it was yesterday when you both started coming in here. You've come a very long way and were so proud of you both," Linda said kindly. Her words turn your cheeks a dark shade of pink.
You could remember that day like it was yesterday as well. Bucky brought you here on your first day of the job and you've been coming to Frank's since.
"Why don't we stop and get food before we start our case? I know this amazing deli a few blocks away from the station," Detective Barnes suggests and you nod.
His gaze stays on you while you both get into his car. You slide into the passenger seat then proceed to put your seat belt on. You watch him do the same then start the car.
"So how long have you been a detective?" you ask softly, fiddling with your notebook and pen in your lap.
"Bout' 5 years or so. Rogers, the guy you met back at the precinct, he was my partner. We go way back," He replies while he pulls out of his parking spot. Beginning to make his way up the block.
You watched the busy street and took everything in with new eyes. You lived in New York your whole life but the city was still new to you. Your gaze shifts to your partner and you blushed lightly. His dark hair, calming smile and kind personality seemed to draw you in. But you pushed those thoughts away. This was professional and you knew that. However you found yourself incredibly lucky to be partnered with someone who already gave you such a welcoming homely feeling.
"Whatcha thinking about, (y/l/n)?" he asks. Shifting his attention from the road to you. His eyes connected with yours and suddenly all of your first day jitters went away.
His eye snapped back to the road and he began puling to a stop. Veering off to the right side of the road into an empty parking spot. Once his eyes snapped away, you took a deep breath and looked away as well.
"Just trying to get a good read on my partner. Making sure he's not dirty or part of something that'll get me killed," you say jokingly. You let out a laugh at your own stupid explanation and Barnes' attention quickly turned back to you. The corners of his mouth instantly went up and he shot you a toothy grin.
"Don't worry. If you're with me long enough. I'd let you in on my dirty cop side. No need to fear for your life," He joked back. Holding up his hands as if he were surrendering.
"All about the money in the end, isn't it Barnes?" You asked, continuing this forming inside joke.
You both get out of the vehicle and you notice a big sign above the small deli. The name reading FRANK'S. You both walk inside and you smile as you're greeted by a seemingly older couple. You have been to countless deli's in New York State but this one gave you a great feeling. You didn't have family in the city. So it amazed you how quickly strangers could become such a crucial piece in your life.
She hands the order to you and you begin to pull out your wallet. Frank instantly puts his hand up and smiles, "Please it's on the house today. Also don't forget your coffee! Feel free to grab one for Bucky too."
"Thank you so much," was all you managed to reply with. Their utter kindness always brought so much love to your heart.
You notice you forgot the mugs so you walk out of the shop toward your car. You unlock it and pull on the passenger side door. You put the food in your car. Then lean over and grab your nearly empty travel mug from home and the spare from your car. You bring them inside so you can quickly fill them up before making a b line to work.
When you arrive, you walked into the precinct with your hands full. Doing your best to carefully get to your desk. You notice Bucky making himself at home in his new office and you can't help but feel an overwhelming amount of happiness for your boyfriend. He looks so excited and you were so incredibly proud of him. You set your coffee down then pull out your breakfast sandwich placing it on your desk. You grab the brown bag and Bucky's coffee wasting no time before you walk into his office. The man instantly looks up from his papers with a smile.
"Good morning beautiful. Is that for me?" He asks softly, keeping his voice low enough so no one hears.
"Good morning Sergeant Barnes," you say with a small smirk growing on your lips. You move closer to the desk and set everything down. "Linda and Frank gave us our food for free today. They wanted to congratulate you on the promotion. They're very proud of you."
"That's very kind of them. I needed this. Thanks for picking up the food. Rogers told me to come in early and I'm kinda glad I did because he was able to give me the full run down. Hopefully everything goes smoothly from here on out. Although it was weird coming in alone. I hope that won't become a regular thing. Despite the headache, I love our chaotic mornings," Bucky explains followed by a small chuckle. Your mind instantly recalls how usually your mornings consisted of you both fighting for space to get ready. Except you also both secretly adored the morning due to the fact Bucky loves to wake you up with light kisses.
"I agree. I really hope it's not regular. I already lost my partner, the last thing I want to lose is alone time with my boyfriend," you sigh then force a slight laugh. You didn't mean for it to come off in an upsetting way, but you realized it did when the room fell silent.
"Is my new partner coming in today?" You ask curiously, unable to find anything but awkwardness after your statement. You pay close attention to his face and notice a sour look appear. Maybe he wasn't taking it as well as you thought.
"Yeah. He should be in soon," Bucky replies and you nod. You walk out of his office and make your way to your own desk.
You unwrap your sandwich and use one hand to eat and the other to flip through your files. Taking in all of the new information for the case you are starting. You quickly finish your food then you take a large sip of your coffee. You haven't been given any information on your new partner so you wanted to make sure you knew as much as you could about your mutual assignment. Just in case you were stuck with someone inexperienced.
After about a half hour of being lost in thought while analyzing your papers, Bucky's strong voice fills the room. You look up and catch his gaze. He motions for you to come toward him; you get up from your chair and follow behind him into his office. Inside you see a man sitting in one of the two chairs across from Bucky's. He had on black dress pants, a light blue button up shirt and a black blazer. The outfit complimented his body quite well. Your focus moves up to his face, noticing his piercing blue eyes and his slightly long blonde hair. You hear a fake cough come from Bucky and instantly look at him.
"Detective (y/l/n), this is your new partner. You guys will be working the Reagan case together."
The man stands up from his chair and eyes you up and down. He finally extends his hand to you and you shake it.
"Hi, I'm Detective John Walker."
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If you love her like that - Part 3.
Pairings: Wanda x reader
Summary: After the argument between Wanda and y/n, some unexpected things happen; what will happen at the end?
A/n: And this, my loves, it's the final part. As I said before, I didn't expect to do more parts, I expected to leave it in angst and to keep it as a sad story, but since it was requested, I wrote part 2 and decided to give you a part 3😉 It was really fun to write and I loved it! Hope you enjoy it, and if you have any requests please do send them because I'm running out of ideas hehe. Thank you all for reading🥺
Part 1 | Part 2
“Have you seen Wanda?” Natasha asked anyone who crossed her way, but no one seemed to really know. She placed both drinks on a table near and sighed as she looked around. “I’m gonna kill Stark for inviting so many people.”
“Agent Romanoff.” Vision said as he appeared beside her.
“Vision, have you seen Wanda?” Natasha turned to look at him.
Vision nodded. “I think I may know where she is. But most importantly, I saw miss y/l/n walking out of the building with Captain Danvers. That might be important.”
Natasha groaned. “Okay…you go with Wanda, I’ll go find y/n.”
Meanwhile, y/n had pulled Carol out of the compound, tears still in her eyes as she tried to breath. She didn’t expect any of this to happen, she thought that she would leave the letter and she would never see Wanda again, or at least for a while and even after, they would have forgotten about everything that had happened, but she also knew none of this could be avoided. She let go of Carol’s hand as she exhaled; what would she tell Carol? She didn’t know why she had really left the compound and why she had accepted the mission, now she felt stupid for hiding it.
“Y/n, what’s wrong?” Carol asked as she walked closer to y/n.
“I just-“ y/n swallowed hard as she wiped away her tears. “It’s nothing important, just…just a situation I had with Wanda. It’s over now.”
Y/n turned to look at Carol. “What?”
Carol shrugged. “You’re still crying. You’re still…you’re still shaken about what happened back there. It is important.”
“I’m sorry.” Y/n sighed as she let her tears roll down her cheeks. “I didn’t…I didn’t mean to ruin the party for you. I know how much you love parties and you missed everyone and-“
“Hey, hey, hey.” Carol placed her hands on y/n’s face and made her look up at her. “You didn’t ruin anything for me. I was having fun with you. The others can’t handle alcohol.” She joked, getting a small chuckle from y/n. “I love being here with you. I love you.”
Y/n’s eyes widened. “You…I- what?”
Carol chuckled. “I love you.” She whispered softly as she placed a small kiss on y/n’s lips. “I do. And whatever happens, I’m here. You never ruin anything.”
Y/n’s mouth fell open as she tried to find the right words to say, but she was really shaken by what had happened; this was a plus now. As she was about to say something, she noticed someone walking to them, taking her attention away from Carol.
“Nat?” Carol turned around and smiled at Natasha, feeling a little disappointed. Y/n looked back at Carol for a moment and then looked back at Natasha. “What’s up?”
“Can I talk to you? Privately?” Natasha asked quietly, and then turned to look at Carol. “Thor was looking for you, he wants to prove something to the guys or some stupid thing.” She chuckled softly.
Carol nodded and looked at y/n. “Will you be okay?” Y/n only nodded, offering a smile. Carol smiled and kissed the side of her head before she left the two women.
“What you wanted to talk about?”
“What are you doing?”
Y/n furrowed her brows. “Excuse me?”
Natasha shrugged. “What are you doing? You were in love with Wanda. You were dying for her, you were head over heels. Now you’re telling me that just because of some jealousy you leave for months, and come back with a girlfriend? What happened to you?”
“No. Don’t do that. Not you too.” Y/n shook her head. “I thought you had my back.”
“Just to be clear, I’m in no one’s side. But I was there to listen every thought you had about Wanda, every thing you two did together, how you loved to see her, how you loved to be with her, everything, y/n. I was there when you were drunk and sad because you were scared to confess your love for her.” Natasha sighed. “You left. You didn’t even let me know. I do have your back, but I don’t think you have mine. I don’t think you trust me.”
“Don’t fucking do that, Romanoff. That is not fair. Whatever happened with Wanda, is our thing, not yours. I didn’t want to put you against her.”
“She’s not putting me against you, y/n. She doesn’t even know I’m here.”
“Well, good. Let’s keep it that way and get over it.”
Natasha laughed. “So...that easily? Just…like that. You’re going to let everything go?”
“She wasn’t here! She wasn’t there for me when I came back! How do you think I felt in that moment?! You don’t know anything about how I felt!”
“I do because I’m seeing the same with Wanda! She’s lost, y/n. She misses you.”
Y/n sighed as she swallowed back her tears. She didn’t want to have this conversation with Natasha, not when she was still confused about the whole thing. She thought Natasha more than anyone would understand.
“Carol loves me.”
Natasha furrowed her brows. “What?”
Y/n turned to look at Natasha. “She told me she loves me. Just now. She loves me. We’ve been working for a while, we’ve been hanging out for a while, it wasn’t official until just a few weeks ago and she…she loves me, Nat.” She smiled sadly as she felt more tears.
Natasha licked her lips softly as she looked down at the floor. “Do you?” She looked back up at y/n.
Y/n stared at her for a few seconds, trying to fight against her mind. “I think I do.”
Natasha nodded. “Well…I’m happy for you, then.” She sighed. “But then don’t come to me when Wanda gets over you and she does much better without you.”
Y/n huffed. “So…I can’t come up to you anymore?”
“I’m not saying that. But Wanda…I’m here for you. But I won’t leave her side, not when she needs me.” The redhead simply said before walking away. “I’ll tell Carol you’re waiting for her, so you don’t have to go back.” She said without looking at y/n as she walked inside.
Y/n brought her hands up to her face as she sobbed. How did she end up in a situation like this?
Wanda laid in her bed, swollen eyes staring at the window. It hasn’t been long since everyone had left the building, someone mentioned it was about to rain and it was better to leave. Quietly, Wanda had walked to her room, telling Vision she really didn’t want to talk, and she wanted to be left alone. But she also felt like she couldn’t be alone anymore, she felt sad, she felt lonely; it was a different feeling from when she lost Pietro, but somehow, she felt like she was back to that numbness once again, that place where y/n had taken her out of.
Natasha closed the door behind her and took her heels off, walking to Wanda’s bed. “Wanda…”
“How can someone stop feeling? I just…did she feel this way? This whole time she…” Wanda sniffed. “Why didn’t I notice? Why didn’t I just talk to her? I could’ve…maybe we could be together by now. Maybe…” she shook her head. “There’s no maybe anymore. There’s no what if…”
“Don’t do this to you.” She sat on the edge of the bed.
“I deserve it. I hurt her first.” Wanda whispered softly.
“No one deserves anything. Things are just…complicated.”
“She’s happy with Carol. I can see it.” Wanda sighed. “I tried to tell her that I loved her. I guess she knew but…she didn’t let me finish.”
Natasha didn’t know what else she could say, what else could calm Wanda down or keep her mind clear for at least tonight. She didn’t want to choose a side, but she somehow knew Wanda needed her, y/n seemed okay without her.
“Stay tonight?” Wanda whispered softly as she turned to look at Natasha. “I just…I don’t want to be alone.”
Natasha stared at her for a moment and offered a smile, nodding. She climbed the bed and laid just beside Wanda. She was surprised when Wanda moved and laid her head on Natasha’s chest, but soon enough wrapped her arms around her.
“Things will get easier.” Natasha whispered softly as she rubbed Wanda’s back.
Y/n sat on the couch as she looked down at her mug, she had arrived a few hours ago waiting to talk to Tony. She had meant to go pick some stuff from her room but knew that maybe Wanda would sense her, and she wasn’t ready to face her again, not right now. It had been 2 days since that party, and she still felt conflicted about what had happened. She had expected to see Natasha around or for Tony to tell her to get y/n, but even now things with Natasha didn’t seem to be okay either. She heard footsteps and looked up but sighed relieved as she saw Vision walking to her.
“Miss y/l/n.” Vision offered a smile as he sat down beside her. “May I ask you something?”
“Sure.” Y/n looked at him.
“Do you hate me?”
Y/n furrowed her brows. “I don’t…no. I don’t. Why would you ask that?”
“Well, I have many reasons but…firstly…I came between you and Wanda, which I’m not very proud of, but also had no idea about it until you mentioned it.” Vision cleared his throat. “I wish things had gone differently.”
Y/n shook her head. “Vision, that’s…that’s the past now. There’s nothing to do about it.”
“How are you so sure?”
Y/n smiled confused at him. “Well…things between me and Wanda are not okay anymore and…it’s over.”
“I’ve never felt love before. I’ve never known what is losing someone, I don’t feel sadness nor anger. At least, I haven’t until now. I’m not sure what I am.” Vision sighed. “But one thing that I can tell you, what you have with Wanda, or had, is unlike any other thing that I’ve seen. You were the one who made her feel like home, you were there for her. You two connected. I believe that’s something bigger than anything.”
“But…I don’t think it’s that easy to go back to it.”
“People make mistakes. Mistakes help us grow. We can let them take us down to a dark place, or we can learn from them, move on and let go.” Vision offered a smile. “The way you talked about Wanda back in that day…I believe you exactly knew what you wanted to say. You exactly knew what you meant. You spoke from your heart, not from your mind or drunken state.”
Y/n laughed. “Yeah I…I guess.”
“Only you can decide if you want to move on and let go, or…move on, let go, and try once more. There is nothing wrong with giving it an opportunity.”
Y/n smiled as she looked back at him, squinting her eyes. “You know…you should definitely give ted talks or even therapy. We can be partners and I can administrate the money.”
Vision smiled. “Wouldn’t that be fun?”
Y/n chuckled. “It would.” She offered a smile. “Thank you, Vision.”
“My pleasure.” Vision stood up. “It’s good to have you back, y/n.”
Y/n smiled. “It’s good to be back.” She nodded.
Another 3 weeks since y/n had left again, apparently another mission in space with Carol. She hated the fact that it was now Carol, and it wasn’t her anymore; Wanda would be there with her always, no matter what y/n was doing, they always did missions together, they did everything together, until y/n had left for that one mission that she still regretted not going to. Maybe if she had gone with her, they’d be okay, they could possibly be together or both of them would be stubborn and shy and would keep their game going.
But now someone had taken her place, someone else made y/n happy, Carol made her happy. She was occupying that place that had always been Wanda’s, now she had lost that happiness that y/n had brought to her. She didn’t know why she hadn’t said anything sooner, she still fought with herself about why she had kept it so long. Y/n was always there, she could always be honest, she could always talk to her, but she was shy, she was scared their friendship would get ruined; now it was ruined.
Natasha had kept her company this whole time, she had tried to be there for her whenever Wanda needed her, even if it meant she had to stay the night in Wanda’s room. Clint teased them both, saying they could be the new couple, but it wasn’t like that. Sam had said it could probably be a way to get y/n jealous. Wanda would be lying if she said she hadn’t thought about it, she had, but it was easier to think about it than do it, and she didn’t want to do it, she honestly didn’t want to get to that point because it would only be useless and selfish.
Natasha tried to take y/n’s place, even if she knew she could never be like y/n. She tried to watch movies and shows with Wanda, she tried to make her laugh or smile, but it seemed impossible. Wanda had gotten to a level of numbness that she never thought she would get to again. She felt hopeless, she felt sad, she felt tired and mad. She was mad all the time expect when she was with Natasha. Everything seemed to be going wrong.
She thought she would never see y/n, unless Tony invited them over, but that only meant that both Carol and y/n would show up. She wouldn’t stand to look at them again, she would feel sadder with just looking at them interacting, the way she wished she could do with y/n. She didn’t think things could get better, the world was against her.
“You gotta be kidding me.” Wanda looked at Steve with annoyance.
“Nope. I need you, and Romanoff.”
The world was really against her. Steve was against her. She was tired, she didn’t have enough energy to even get herself to walk to the kitchen, and they expected her to go on a mission? He had to be joking. This was the last thing she expected, this was the last thing she wanted to do, she didn’t want to go out of her room ever again, this was on Natasha for pulling her out for the meeting.
“Maybe it would be better if it’s only us, Steve. Why would you need Wanda?” Natasha asked as she noticed the annoyance in Wanda’s face. Of course she knew how Wanda felt about it.
Steve sighed. “I’m sorry for doing this, but I really need you, Wanda. It’s a big mission, we don’t know what to expect and I want you to be part of my team.”
“Yeah, like that one time back in Lagos?”
Natasha turned to look at Wanda. “We already went over that. Don’t use it as an excuse now.” She slightly hit Wanda’s arm as she noticed the girl rolling her eyes. “Maybe it would be good for you.”
“And why would it be?”
“Just saying.” Steve replied. “Be ready on 10.”
The whole ride was quiet, Sam had joined them at the end too, the fantastic four were back again, something that didn’t excite her at all. She knew it was her job, she knew she had to help, she has been part of the avengers for a while now, so getting into a teenage attitude wouldn’t be any help. As soon as they arrived, Wanda could hear the gunshots coming from outside. Steve had said something about covering them and a plan that seemed to be good. As soon as they walked out of the Quinjet, Wanda and Sam did as Steve had said, but little did she know that more people were there to help them out.
The moment Wanda laid eyes on y/n, her heart stopped and her whole world shut down entirely, completely ignoring Sam. She then saw someone landing just beside her and she felt anger taking over her body; of course Carol was here, they now seemed to be the perfect team. Wanda shook her head and followed Sam, trying to keep the plan going and trying to keep her thoughts and eyes away from y/n.
It wasn’t long until they were informed that Steve, Natasha, and Carol were inside, their surroundings seemed to be quiet now as they finished with all the agents attacking them. Sam left Wanda to make sure no one was around, but that’s when the worse came; they weren’t prepare for the super soldiers that appeared out of nowhere, giving their best fight. Wanda tried to get two of them down as soon as they appeared in front of her, trying to get all of her attention on them until she heard y/n screaming.
She turned around to find one of them pointing a gun directly to her head. Wanda didn’t know how she got the two soldiers down so fast, but she didn’t think about it, not when she had to run to protect y/n. She kicked the soldier and fought him, not giving her time to really use her powers as he grabbed her by her arms. She then heard a gun, and the soldier went down, making Wanda fall to the ground as she panted.
Y/n had been distracted trying to put down another soldier, not noticing the one behind Wanda who seemed to have some sort of new weapon. She only heard the painful scream coming from Wanda, and that’s all it took for her to run to her. The moment she tried to stop it, the soldier attacked her with the same weapon, making her cry for the pain, but that didn’t stop her until she could take him down so he wouldn’t hurt Wanda. The soldier didn’t waste time and used the weapon on y/n more than once, hitting her side, her stomach, her leg, anything he could reach until Wanda took the weapon from him and used it, making the soldier fall to the ground unconscious.
“Are you serious? What were you thinking?!” Wanda yelled as she looked at y/n.
Y/n tried to hide her pain as she looked back at Wanda. “He was hurting you! What did you expect me to do?!”
“Not that! He could’ve killed you, y/n! You’re always so reckless on missions!”
“Oh don’t play saint, we both know you are reckless too! You always put others before you, why couldn’t I do that?!” Y/n stood up and grabbed her side, whining.
Wanda kept yelling as she walked closer to y/n. “Because that weapon was meant to hurt me!”
“And that’s exactly why I stopped him!”
Wanda scoffed. “Why would you even care?”
“Oh please, don’t start this, Wanda.” Y/n rolled her eyes.
“Don’t start what? You were the one who said that you wanted to be away from me. You didn’t want to see me, you didn’t want to talk to me. Why would you stop him if you didn’t want to see me?” Wanda felt tears in her eyes as she felt anger all over her body.
“Stop it, Wanda.”
“No! I won’t! Are you afraid your girlfriend will hear us? You didn’t let me talk!”
“You didn’t let me tell you anything! You left saying we were done, why do you even car-“
“Because I fucking love you, Wanda! I can’t fucking lose you, that’s why!” Y/n looked back at Wanda with tears in her eyes.
Wanda finally was speechless as she stared at y/n. “What?” She whispered softly.
Y/n turned around to find Carol standing right behind her; she had fucked up. Carol only stared at her for a moment and then looked back at Wanda. Silence surrounded them for a moment until Sam let them know that they were ready to leave. Y/n didn’t say anything else and left the two women behind.
“Carol…” Y/n followed Carol to what used to be her room a few months ago, closing the door behind her.
“I told you…I told you I loved you. And you…you say it to her?” Carol looked back at y/n with tears in her eyes.
“I didn’t…I was…” y/n swallowed. “I told you about, Wanda.”
“You didn’t tell me you loved her.” Carol shook her head.
Y/n sighed. “I don- I’ve known her for so long, we’ve been through a lot and I just- I didn’t meant for you to hear that.”
“Oh so, you didn’t want me to be there? You didn’t want me to worry about you and go check on you?”
“Carol, don’t put words in my mouth.” Y/n covered her face with her hands.
“Why didn’t you tell me? Why did you let me…why did you let me fall for you? I know it’s probably too quick and I’m sorry, I just- God, I hate confessing feelings, I hate being vulnerable, but I was with you!” Carol bit her lip as she tried to contain her tears.
Y/n’s face softened. “I know.” She walked closer to Carol and placed her hand on her cheek. “I know, and I am sorry. You…you are really special to me, Danvers. Honestly.”
Carol looked down as she let some tears roll down her cheeks. “But I’m not her.”
Y/n’s heart stopped for a moment at her words. She licked her lips softly as she sighed. “You don’t have to be anyone, you are you, and I like who you are.” She smiled softly. “Always have.”
“Really?” Carol looked up. “Even if I’m much older than you?”
Y/n laughed. “Isn’t that better?” She grinned.
“Shut up.” Carol rolled her eyes as she chuckled, looking back into y/n’s eyes. “I’m sorry for how I reacted.” She carefully placed her hands on y/n’s waist, trying not to hurt her even more.
“It’s okay. I get it.” Y/n smiled as she moved her hand to the back of Carol’s neck, caressing it softly.
Carol smiled and leaned in to kiss her lips softly, tears still rolling down her cheeks. Y/n kissed her back just as softly. Y/n knew what she had done and the damage she had caused on Carol, but she wanted this moment to last a little longer. Carol slowly pulled away and looked into y/n’s eyes again, smiling sadly.
“I think we should talk.” Carol licked her lips.
Y/n nodded. “Yeah, we do.” She smiled softly.
Wanda brushed her hair softly as she stared at herself in the mirror. She didn’t know how she felt, everything was now confusing, and she wanted to really understand what had happened back there. Part of her felt bad, part of her had wanted to hear those words, but maybe it was an impulse because y/n hadn’t come to see her since they arrived. Wanda walked back to her room and sat on her bed as she stared at the window until she heard the door opening. She turned to find the redhead smiling at her and closing the door behind her.
“I don’t think I’m ready to sleep just yet.” Wanda said softly as she offered a small smile.
“I know.” Natasha smiled. “I don’t think I’ll sleep here anymore.” She chuckled softly.
Wanda furrowed her brows. “Okay?”
“I think Carol left.”
“How do you know?”
“Not pretty sure. Was just passing by and didn’t hear anything.” Natasha walked to Wanda’s bed and sat down as she grinned.
“You truly are a spy, aren’t you?” Wanda teased.
Natasha looked at her and smirked. “That’s the Wanda I’ve been trying to get.”
Wanda shrugged. “Is it bad to say that I wanted that to happen?”
“No, I don’t think so.” Natasha smiled. “It’s your time.”
“What if she doesn’t want to talk to me? Or if it was only an impulse?”
“Coming from y/n, it was definitely an impulse.” Natasha grinned. “But a meaningful impulse. She wouldn’t have said it if she didn’t mean to.”
Wanda smiled, a genuine smile in months. “Should I?”
“Definitely.” Natasha stood up. “I’ll finally get back to my room.” She joked as she opened the door and looked at Wanda. “Let everyone sleep after you two talk, okay? We don’t want to hear anything.”
Wanda furrowed her brows. “Hey!”
She only heard Natasha laughing as she left the room, but this time she didn’t close the door, knowing that Wanda would soon go to y/n’s room. It took another 5 minutes for Wanda to finally convince herself that she had to go talk to her. She stood up and walked out of her room, slow and quiet steps as she got closer to y/n’s room. She took a deep breath before knocking softly, waiting for y/n to let her in. After a minute, she finally heard y/n’s sweet voice. As soon as Wanda opened the door, she noticed y/n was cleaning up the bruises that she had gotten in the mission, also noticing that y/n was only on a sports bra and some pants.
“I-I’m sorry, I can-“
“Come in. It’s not like you haven’t seen me like this.” Y/n chuckled nervously as she looked at Wanda.
Wanda nodded as she entered the room and closed the door behind her. She looked around and smiled a little as she was finally back in; she hadn’t been in this room ever since y/n had left. She cleaned the room for y/n to come back and didn’t let anyone go in. She turned her attention back to y/n and didn’t hesitate to walk close to her, sitting on the bed and looking up at y/n, grabbing y/n’s hand so she could do it herself. Y/n looked down at Wanda and gave her the chance to help.
Wanda grabbed the healing cream and carefully started putting it on y/n’s side; y/n groaned softly as she looked up at the ceiling, trying to swallow back the pain she felt.
Y/n looked back down at Wanda. “What for?”
“I should’ve put attention. I should’ve known he was behind me and I could’ve taken him down. He wouldn’t have hurt you.” Wanda whispered as she kept her eyes on y/n’s bruises.
“I would’ve helped either way.”
“But I could’ve protected you.” Wanda finally looked up at her as she finished. She shook her head. “And you know I’m not only sorry for that.”
“I know.” Y/n sighed as she sat down beside Wanda. “I’m sorry too.”
Wanda shook her head. “No need to be.” She looked down at her hands. “Where’s Carol?”
Y/n smiled sadly. “She uh…she left.” She looked down at her hands too as she chuckled. “She went back to space.”
Wanda looked up at her and furrowed her brows. “What? What about you?”
“I’m staying.” Y/n whispered softly. “It was fun and all but…it was not for me. I’m just a simple agent and I should stay where I belong. She understood that.”
“We didn’t end up bad.” She confessed as she looked up at Wanda for a moment.
“Oh.” Wanda nodded as she looked away again, biting her lip.
Y/n cleared her throat as she looked away. “I mean we…we broke up…or ended whatever we had.”
Wanda then looked up at her again, a small smile on her face. “Oh…I’m…I’m sorry.” She shrugged.
Y/n then smiled. “No you’re not.” She chuckled as she looked back at Wanda.
Wanda chuckled too. “Maybe I’m not.”
Y/n smiled as she studied Wanda’s face. “What happened to us?”
“I have no idea.” Wanda sighed. “Things are not always the way we want them to be.”
Y/n nodded. “I’m sorry about Vision. I never…he’s a nice person. He’s my friend too and I know that he also wanted the best for you.”
“Yeah, he’s nice.” Wanda smiled. “You know, he was surprised to see you drunk.” She teased.
“Don’t remind me please. That was embarrassing.” She shook her head as she laughed.
Wanda laughed softly as she shrugged. “I thought it was cute. You’re not one to speak about feelings or anything that involves being vulnerable.”
“You’re not wrong about that.” Y/n smiled.
Wanda bit her lip, thinking if it would be good to take the risk. “Did you really mean everything you told him? Like…you really remember everything I love.”
Y/n smiled shyly. “Well…I…yeah. I know you, I just…of course I’d remember. Because I always tried to do just that, to see you smile and happy.” She confessed as she looked at Wanda.
Wanda nodded. “So…you’re staying…for me?” She grinned.
Y/n cleared her throat as she looked down at her hands. “We both know that it’s not about that, just…Tony asked me to stay. He says they need me back.”
“Right, yeah. Steve does need more in his team.” Wanda nodded again as she looked back down.
Both women went silent for a moment, debating whatever was going on in their minds, things seemed to be okay now but there was still so much left to say, they didn’t know if it would be the right time to even talk about it, if it would be good to risk the moment they were having. Y/n was the first to look up at Wanda, staring at her for what seemed like forever, making Wanda look up at as she felt y/n looking at her. They both smiled at each other, almost laughed at how awkward they were feeling as if they had never stared at each other before.
It wasn’t long before they both realized how much time they had wasted; they had been there together this whole time, but both of them had been too afraid to do anything about it. They had been to afraid to speak up and get hurt if it didn’t work, they had been afraid of losing each other, but somehow, they had almost lost each other either way by now speaking up. Wanda bit her lip as she looked down at y/n’s lips and then back up to her eyes. The tension was there, it felt like they were the only people in the world.
“Fuck it.” Y/n said before she leaned in.
Wanda met her half way and pressed her lips against y/n’s. Wanda placed both of her hands on y/n’s neck as y/n placed her hands on Wanda’s waist, embracing each other into a passionate kiss, a kiss they both been waiting for so long, a kiss they both have dreamed about for a while. The kiss showed every emotion they both had kept, every feeling, all the love they both had for each other, it was like nothing else they both had experienced before.
Wanda’s fingers slid into her hair pulling her impossibly closer, y/n took this chance to put Wanda on her lap without breaking the kiss. As if it was any more possible, y/n pulled her closer, forgetting about her wounds for a moment, nothing else mattered as long as she kissed Wanda. But then Wanda decided to push y/n down so she could lay down on bed, her hands leaving her hair and going down her abdomen, forgetting completely about the big bruise she had just taken care of. Y/n whined softly making her break the kiss.
“Oh my god, I’m sorry!” Wanda gasped as covered her mouth.
Y/n shook her head as she tried to sit up with Wanda still on her lap. “Hey now, it’s okay. We both forgot.” She laughed a little as she looked up at Wanda, placing her hands back on Wanda’s waist.
Wanda smiled down at her and wrapped her arms around her neck, leaning down to peck her lips. “I guess we did.” She laughed. She bit her lip, trying to contain her smile. “I love you.”
Y/n smiled widely. “I love you too.”
“And I am not letting you go this time.” Wanda whispered softly as she ghosted her lips against y/n’s.
“You better not, or I’ll just have to go back to space.”
Wanda hit her arm carefully. “Don’t joke with that.”
Y/n laughed. “I had to, sorry.” She kissed her neck softly. “I’m not leaving again, ever again. Even if it’s for a mission, youare coming with me.”
“Deal.” Wanda biting her lip as she pulled her face up and kissed her lips again. “We’ll have to thank Nat tomorrow.”
“She told me Carol had left, or that’s what she thought.”
“She was…she was outside my door?”
Wanda shrugged as she laughed. “I guess.”
Y/n rolled her eyes. “Most likely.” She grinned. “And we also have to thank Vision.”
“Vision? What for?”
“He talked to me. Said what we had was like nothing he’s ever seen. You know his way to talk.” She chuckled as she pulled Wanda closer. “But he was right.”
Wanda smiled. “We’ll thank him tomorrow too.” She leaned down and kissed her lips. “Should we sleep now?”
“Who said I wanted to sleep with you?” Y/n raised her brow as she teased.
“Because I want to. I don’t want to waste any more time.” Wanda kissed y/n’s forehead. “And I don’t want to sleep alone anymore, not when you’re here.”
Y/n smiled. “I do want to sleep with you.” She looked up.
“In what way?” Wanda smirked.
“Miss Maximoff.” Y/n raised her brow as she chuckled. “But…in any way, really.”
“What about your bruises?” Wanda said as she carefully ran her fingers against the bruise.
“It’ll be worth the pain.” Y/n said as she moved them so Wanda would be laying in bed and y/n on top of her.
“We’ll be careful then.” Wanda smiled as she pulled y/n and kissed her lips softly.
For a moment, Wanda thought that it would be another sleepless night, but at this point she didn’t care about it, not when she had y/n back, she was finally by her side, she was finally happy again. She had missed these sleepless nights with y/n, although this was a little different, they cuddled, they watched movies or shows, they talked, all of it. It was back to normal again, and she loved every moment of it. Both women laid in bed in a comfortable silence; even if they knew they still had to talk, they just focused on each other. Wanda in y/n’s arms while her fingers traced Wanda’s spine softly; nothing could be better, nothing could be more beautiful than a moment like this.
“I have a question.” Wanda said as she looked up, her fingers tracing patterns on y/n’s naked chest.
“Ask away.” Y/n whispered.
“Did you really talk to Stark? Or…are you staying for another reason?”
Y/n smiled as she looked at Wanda. “I did talk to him. But…he just said that he was glad I was back, and this will always be my home. When Steve called for backup, Carol was the one saying we should come and the moment I saw you…I just knew I wanted to stay. Even if I had screwed things…you will always be my reason for staying.”
Wanda smiled. “I’m so glad you came back to me.”
“I’ll always come back to you.” Y/n smiled. “And I’ll love you just the way I’ve always loved you, just this time…it won’t be secretly.” She winked at her.
“I love you. So much.” Wanda smiled softly as she pulled y/n for another loving kiss.
Nothing could tear them apart from now on. Y/n has regretted being drunk that night because everything had gone wrong from there, but she was now thankful, they could’ve avoided all of this, but they couldn’t have it any other way. They were going to enjoy every second, every minute, every day of their love for each other.
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When He’s Drunk
A/N: Poor Bucky 🥺
Summary:IMAGINE! Includes; Bucky, Thor, Steve, Peter Q, and Loki
Word Count: 392
Bucky hated parties, he hated them with a passion. Which sucked because Stark seemed to throw one every weekend. When Bucky would drink the galactic stuff Thor would bring on occasion, Bucky found himself very emotional, more than usual. At least when he was sober, he was able to functionally talk to people, he might have scared the shit out of a few, but nonetheless. When he was drunk he’d just sit in a corner sulking without speaking a single word to anyone the whole night. You thought it was weird. One time you went over to talk to him and he started to cry… you felt bad for him, but you weren’t doing that again
Thor loved parties no matter if they where on Earth, Asgard, Knowhere, or Anywhere. No matter where in the galaxy, he enjoyed himself. What he loved the most about parties was that he could drink. Beer especially. Whenever he was drunk he’d get all giggly and everything was absolutely hilarious to him.
Sober Steve is sorta uptight, but drunk Steve Grant Rogers? Well let’s just say his back hurts every time because he is always carrying the party. Thanks to Thor and his magically strong alcohol, Steve could finally let go and relax. Now it was extremely fun he got super drunk, because it was a very rare occasion and a very different Steve. One time you yelled “TAKE IT OFF” teasingly and he actually began to take off his clothes… He was wild as hell.
“I love you.” Falls from his moth about 70 times in one night if the drinks too much. And if he’s not telling you specifically that he loves you, he’s going to tell it to anyone who will listen.
“I fricken love her man!” He would say with his arm draped around some poor random guy.
Loki was/is very easily irritated when he is drunk or sober for that matter. One time he and Thor began to fight because Loki didn’t like how Thor spoke to you. He said it was “Disrespectful”, but in reality the only thing Thor said was that he didn’t understand the meaning of the movie “Home alone.”, which was one of your favorites. He stated that he’s been home alone many times and… umm well not important . Loki had zero patience for it nonetheless.
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His Pet Names For You
Warning: NONE! All for funzies
A/N: it’s kitten or puddin for meee!
Summary: IMAGINE. Includes: Tony, Steve, Bucky, Peter x2
Word Count: 36
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Soooo I only have time to write one thang tonight.... please let me know in the comments what y’all would rather see:
Bodyguard Bucky & Virgin with a Praise Kink
Part 5 I’m With the Band
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