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- chapter 9 -

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A/N: Hi! Tbh I don’t even know if anyone still appreciates an update here but I don’t want to leave it unfinished so…technically you can see this as the end, but I’ll probably write some more chapters. I just don’t know yet when I’ll update this again but I hope it won’t take me so long anymore, sorry 😫 I’m thinking about either leaving it with Steve x mer or actually making it a trouple;) Well, I don’t know what else to say. I hope you’ll enjoy this chapter if you decide to give it a go<3

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Warnings: intimacy, emotional vulnerability, mating bond, soft sensuality, slight fantasy biology?, Mer is a mermaid which we know so…yeah., sexual content but not smutty? More intimate? And not as explicit, but still p in v just briefly described, biting for mating, scenting, just…I don’t know, it’s not normal sex okay? Be warned.

Pairing: Steve rogers x mermaid reader

The first thing you noticed when Steve opened the door was the bushy addition on his face. You couldn’t surely remember how the humans called it in their language, but It immediately made you think of Bucky, Thor and Tony. They all had it too. Steve’s was new. He had a clean face before.

A grin crept onto your lips as you stood up on your tippy toes and placed both of your palms at his cheeks, cupping his face. He looked so cute. The hair was slightly soft and also a bit rough. It scratched your skin lightly, making you giggle.

“Mer?”, only then did you notice how broken Steve seemed. His voice was quiet, rough. As if he hadn’t talked in a while or was close to tears. Maybe both.

Scratch the second part. Your hands were wet from Steve’s tears. Why was he sad? Wasn’t he happy to see you? But you could swear you had felt how much he had missed you-you had missed him too. “Why Steve sad?”, you asked quietly.

He opened his mouth to say something but a sob escaped his lips as he pulled you in a tight hug. “I thought-I thought you were gone. That I wouldn’t see you ever again-god, I missed you so so much”, he whispered in your wet hair.

It felt good to have you in his arms again. Feeling your body against his own. Steve had missed this the most. The hugs, the exchange of comfort, your body temperature, your hands grabbing onto his shirt and how you held onto him for dear life.

God, he was so scared he’d never have this again-unless

Was this just a dream? Did he just fall asleep in front of the fireplace? Did all the thinking made him dream about you?

This wouldn’t be the first time either. Steve had dreams about this many times. About seeing you again. Having you in his arms. Hearing your laugh. Feeling you nuzzle your face- “Steve? Why not say anything?”, your quiet voice rumbled against his chest, as you tried to look up at him but he was holding you so close you couldn’t move much.

A wet chuckle escaped his lips. Maybe it wasn’t real but he’d enjoy every second of it.

“I wish we’d had more time before you had left me-“ “I’m here now. I stay with Steve for longer and then go visit my family again”, you interrupted him, pushing him gently away.

He let you do it, feeling a bit confused. This didn’t feel like a dream. It felt weirdly real-but it couldn’t be, could it? How did you find him then? Was the alcohol getting to him? Once again he even started to believe in losing the serum. Did it stop working?

“But…how is it possible? Wait-let’s go inside-,” he pulled you into the cabin after realizing you were both still standing on the porch with the door wide open. For many reasons he’d rather be inside. Especially because he didn’t want to let you go. Fuck hydra or any other opponents, he just didn’t want to loose you all over again.

After a few minutes you two were sitting on the couch, with Steve touching you every chance he could get, even just a little bit like brushing his knuckles over your scaled hands. You were really here.

“My family needed me, so I stay, hunt partner gone…missing? Needed to find. Took long but I missed Steve, missed home”, you said, wrapping your arms around his neck and nuzzling your nose against his neck, nibbling gently at the skin there. “Steve home.”

And that’s when it hit him.

All the time you hadn’t talked about going home-all this time you had tried to tell him that HE was your home. Why? Were you feeling the same way? Were you also…in love with him? Could Mermaids fall in love? With a human? Your partner wasn’t a lover but for hunting? Fuck. He hadn’t understood half of the things you had tried to tell him when you had been back at the compound.

Holy shit. All this time you were affectionate because you actually liked him.

He had so many questions. But before he could ask them you pushed your head harder into his neck, clearly unhappy when Steve didn’t appreciate it enough.

Steve couldn’t stop himself from smiling as he pulled you onto his lap. He had missed your weird affectionate touches. It still troubled him to understand everything you were doing, but when your hand slowly pushed his shirt up, he understood you wanted it off. Not knowing why, but he wouldn’t question your needs. He had learned it the hard way once, never again.

So he pulled it over his head, throwing it to the side. “Bushy here too”, you giggled, brushing your hand over his chest hair, making Steve grin. You hadn’t seen him shirtless before.

He had missed you so incredibly much. The way you talked and the little things you noticed that were so normal to him, yet you showed him how different everything for you and him was.

You were from two completely different worlds, yet reunited because….of love? Steve knew you had fallen for you, but still wasn’t sure about your feelings.

“Steve…”, your gentle whisper made him look up at you, as you had climbed onto his lap fully. “Be my mate.”

For a short second Steve once again thought he was dreaming. Mate? He knew it meat lover but…forever, more committed that just a simple relationship.

“You want me to be your mate?” “Of course Steve. I just said”, you nuzzled your nose gently against his neck. “You are mate…we…eh, connected. Like funny phone to big car for music”, it really was hard for him not to laugh at that.

He had missed you limited vocabulary, the funny and sometimes weird sentences-just like this one. But he understood. Party. At least enough to make him understand why he saw so many of your memories.

You two were connected.

He swallowed, not wanting his voice to crak as he agreed. “I…yes. Yes, god, yes. I want to be your mate forever…”, he mumbled, immediately being pushed onto the couch in a lying position while your nails scratched his arms. He definitely didn’t expect to be jumped by you like a tree-literally.

When you wanted to open his pants he held your hands. “Wait-we should talk first-“ “why talk? We together again-want you, Steve”, he felt himself blush at your words. To you it seemed so simple. So…intuitive. Maybe that’s exactly how it should be? Just let himself go. stop over complicating everything. Just be.

“let’s go to the bedroom”, he whispered, being a bit nervous anyway.

You furrowed your eyebrows, wanting to mate with him as soon as possible to never let him go, but if he liked being in a different room you’d let him do whatever would make him more comfortable.

A little squeak escaped your lips as Steve picked you up and carried you to the bedroom. On the way there you nuzzled your nose into his neck, imagining sinking your teeth in the flesh there.

When he let you down on the bed, his hands slowly roamed over your waist down to the hem of the long shirt that you were wearing. With a quick motion it was on the floor, the too big shorts you were wearing followed.

With that you were naked.

Steve swallowed.

Once.

Twice.

He hadn’t been close to a woman in…well…quite the time.

Especially not a woman like you. A mermaid. Soft glimmer of your scales, covering your arms, partly your legs, up along your stomach and breasts. He was pretty sure you had them on your back, too.

You were so…

Different.

You were a mythical creature. Something humans never knew existed.

And yet here you were, in his arms, his mate. His lover.

A nervous smile crept on his lips as he gently pushed you to lay down, before climbing over you. One of his hands brushed along your arms to your shoulder and neck,

With the other one he held himself up next to your head. “You’re beautiful”, the man whispered, pressing his lips gently to yours in a soft kiss.

You returned the kiss with a soft hum, fingertips ghosting up his bare chest, tracing the contours of his warmth, the bit of hair there…his humanity. Things mermen didn’t have.

But then you did something that made Steve freeze-pressing your face to the crook of his neck, gills fluttering open against his skin. It wasn’t new for you to press your gills or face to his neck-but never like that. Never letting them flutter open, completely vulnerable.

Steve could feel the moisture of them, delicate like a sea flower blooming against his throat. It was a sensation unlike anything he’d ever known-soft and electric, intimate in a way deeper than touch.

You didn’t seem to notice his shock, letting your hands push down his pants, till he kicked them off onto the floor. A happy hum escaped your throat as your hand brushed over his hard cock, still clothed but twitching at the gentle touch.

“Want you Steve”, you whispered, already getting rid of his underwear. The corners of your lips twitched at your eagerness and he leaned over you, his hard cock brushing against your thigh. A gasp escaped his lips as he felt the cold scaled against his most sensitive skin. Soft, but cold. Different.

“I want you too sweetheart”, he kissed lowered his lips to your gills, kissing them. You shivered beneath him, a soft, keening sound rising in your throat. It felt so good being kissed and touched there.

You shifted under him, wrapping your hand around his hardness before guiding him into your wetness, sighing as he pushed into you.

Steve couldn’t stop himself from moaning, his body trembling a little bit. It felt different than with any partner before.

You were cool inside. Tight and wet, with a slow, yielding rhythm that moved like the tide. Steve groaned, gripping the sheets beside your head, trying not to lose himself too fast. Everything about this felt sacred. Too much, too good. Still feeling like a dream. He felt lost already.

Your body wrapped around his, your nails digging into his back, not to hurt-but to hold. You met his movements with instinctive rhythm, hips rising to his in gentle pulses. Not rushed. Just two beings becoming one.

It was connection. Mating.

When you leaned into his neck again, he gasped, your gills fluttering wildly as you moaned against his skin, your sharp teeth grazing his skin. Steve’s whole body shivered.

He didn’t know why but something inside him made him push into your touch more, into your teeth, asking for it. Wanting it.

So you let your teeth sink into his flesh. Not harsh. Not to hurt him. But enough for him to feel it and have the skin break-your teeth pressing into skin, anchoring yourself to him. He gasped, body jerking, as a strange, warm tingling pulsed outward from where your bite sank in. It wasn’t painful. He wasn’t scared.

It was….comforting. It felt right,

it was right.

“You are mine”, you whispered into his ear, kissing below his ear, down to his neck and over the tingling mark.

But you weren’t finished. Your claws dragged slowly down his back, then to his arms and along them, scratching his skin. Not deep. Just enough to raise his blood to the surface, to leave him tingling. Marked. Claimed. It felt just like with the beat. No fear, only comfort.

He dropped his head against your shoulder, “I’m yours, forever”, he gasped, his body feeling on fire-in a good way.

Steve’s lungs were filled with a unknown smell, like sea but sweeter and…”do you smell that?”, he whispered, making you press his face closer to your neck. “Me…mate”, you didn’t know how to explain it with your limited words. Explain to him that this is your scent, only for your mate to feel.

It grew stronger with your pleasure which Steve noticed, making him crave it more, but also bringing him closer to his own high. It made him dizzy, his grip on you tightening.

Steve kissed you then, desperate and tender, his hand cradling your cheek like you were something precious. And maybe you were-something not quite of this world, but his all the same.

When you finally fell still beneath him, reaching your high, gills fluttering with each shallow breath, you pulled him close and pressed his face to the spot where your scent lingered strongest-along your collarbone, behind your ear, at your gills.

It’s all Steve needed to reach his high, so intense he couldn’t hold himself anymore, letting you carry his weigh, which you didn’t seem to mind, wrapping your arms and legs around him, putting and clicking quietly, happy.

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This is amazing! Loved it. So funny. Drunk Steve is always so entertaining 🙈

Poor Bucky probably has some PTSD from Steve throwing bad punches-and gonna have some more after hearing Steve say that one specific line

At least Thor enjoyed every second of it🤣

Drunk Steve and #8 for your event please!! I will never get enough of Cap finding out the hard way that the Asgardian mead in Thor's flask does not apply to his enhanced metabolism😆 Love confession, forgetting his girlfriend is his girlfriend, taking a swing at some jerk at the bar, I love this trope!!!!

Warnings for drinking, humor (but Stevie being a terror of a dipsh*t), reckless behavior, overconfidence-to-the-max, fuzzy feels (and memory), one awesome horrible line, and some language. MINORS DNI.

Fools Rush In!Steve also had a run-in with the Asguardian booze....

After over one-hundred years, he's still having new experiences, but Steve certainly does not consider going to a bar tonight a 'new' experience. He shows up with Thor and Bucky, looks at the menu, and knows before the words come out that Buck is about to ask what the hell elderflower liquor is.

The prices are what Steve scoffs at, but who really cares if he knows no amount of it will get him drunk? Not these three men. Thor never even brings a wallet anywhere, just a flask, so they pass that special-bewitched-never-empty thing around while ordering food--and lots of it to make sure the waitress says nothing about the foreign silver canteen.

He doesn't usually partake. Every other time, when Steve has taken one polite swig, he's noticed nothing but the normal burn going down. That, and mead is deceptively sweet. He's not worried.

Steve thinks it's the hot food warming his belly, the spice of the jalapeño poppers are what's flushing his cheeks, and the music is getting better.

But it's not.

See, he is actually new to this. When Steve was a teen, his illnesses put strain on his lungs, his heart, his liver, his kidneys, you name it, so any alcohol (that wasn't the base of a cough medicine or mouth rinse) was a bad idea. Nothing improved as a young adult, but he had a cocktail or two at the dance halls. There's not much else to do when you won't dance. Problem is Steve never got drunk; he got sick. Sicker, more specifically. He has--to this very day--never experienced being drunk.

Steve is used to being hit, but only when he can see the fist coming.

Bucky...forgot about this until it was way too late.

You get an S.O.S. text begging you to come to the bar. The message is your only gauge for how the night's gone because Steve hasn't texted in hours. You haven't dated long, sure, but you'd expect super-responsible Steve to reach out in boredom not...

Oh.

Oh.

Jacket shrugged off, t-sleeves rolled up so even his shoulders are bare, Steve spots you before the others, suddenly springing to attention and fixing his hair with a rushed sweep of his hand.

Bucky then looks up to wave you over, seemingly unaware of his own floating constitution, holding the drink menu up like a fan for his poor nerves.

Steve is clearly interested and giving you the eyes. "Hey, gorgeous," he blurts with a lopsided grin.

Bucky shouts overtop him, slowing your approach. "Why do you people need to mess with a classic?"

"Explain who 'you people' are in that question."

"HUMANS," Thor bellows.

Bucky points to the laminate page in agreement. "This is not how a sidecar is made."

"Creative license," you offer dismissively, turning to Steve. "How you feeling, big guy?"

"I am spectacular!" Thor leans on Steve's shoulder. "Have a dram?"

Before the cap-full is passed to you, Steve snatches it and downs the liquid.

"Nope." He races to cover his mouth, loosing a belch strong enough to feel as a breeze. "Shit, sorry, doll."

"Not safe for humans," Bucky agrees again. "I've been hoping to order--"

"HOW'S ABOUT--" you announce, forging a path to the bar --"I grab a pitcher of water?! Think that's the best bet right now..."

Good god, he's toasted.

Thankfully, asking for water gets you service super fast, and you're quickly back on your way.

'Quickly' might be an overstatement in the thickening crowd, however, when you can't make it all fifteen feet without being bumped.

The accidental strike knocks you off-course, and Bucky lunges to take the pitcher before it spills. In an attempt to correct yourself, you fall into Steve's chest.

He doesn't notice. He's only seeing red beyond your shoulder.

"Watch where you'r--re going," Steve slurs at the passer-by, possibly burping mid-word.

"Relax, man," the guy drawls, flicking a wrist, uncaring to look at who spoke, and loudly muttering.

"Fucking lightweight."

Sure, Steve has pick fights over the honor of others since forever, and yeah, he's been called derogatory things the majority of his life, but hearing 'lightweight' sends him over the edge. In an instant, Steve is a skinny kid who's ninety pounds soaking wet.

One who swings his fists...and misses.

Thor roars. "Fight!"

"No," you scream as loud as you can while the unbalanced behemoth of current-day-Steve-Rogers regains his footing, shoving you forward.

Bucky apologizes, trying to defuse the situation including Thor's excitement to avenge Steve's honor.

You can't see any of it.

Steve's leaning into you, pinning you between the edge of the hightop table and his strong chest. He looks down with a dopey smile like he didn't just throw a (really bad) punch at some idiot.

"What brings a beautiful woman such as your--" he hiccups "--self to a place like this?" Steve shifts too far on one foot and almost stumbles, slamming his hand on the table to break his fall. "Meant to do that." He's then delighted to notice what his hand landed in.

The tray is produced and exhibited with a flourish. "Fries, m'lady?"

Out of nowhere, Thor pops over Steve's shoulder again. "I taught him that!"

Steve nods.

"He did." Your boyfriend takes a fry to snack on briefly. "He taught me that when I said there was a girl I've fallen in love with."

Steve eats a few more fries, clearly uncomfortable letting that information hang in the air, though he keeps his focus--inconsistent as his vision may be--on you.

You've been on several dates with this man, known him for months and months, talked about taking things slow because neither of you want to scare the other or screw this up. Apparently, he doesn't quite remember that part, though, so Steve bends his head down beside your ear and whispers, "I want to make you drip like that pitcher."

"THE ABSOLUTE SHIT DID YOU JUST SAY, PUNK?" Bucky whips around.

"I did not teach him that," Thor chuckles, still scaring off the last of the club-bros.

Ah, to have super-human ears and dry panties.

Steve steps back, tongue running achingly deliberate across his lips.

"I'm--" he hiccups and shrugs "--trying something new."

When no one responds save for open-mouthed shock, Steve simply announces that he's very thirsty and pins you between his hard body and the table.

"I love YOU PEOPLE," Thor raves, sparking the crowd to join him on the dance floor.

[Main Masterlist; Sleepover Masterlist; Steve Rogers One-Shots]

A/N: Sorry this took so long, nonnie, but I refuse to admit defeat. The sleepover lives on!!

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A Quiet Place

My Masterlist

A/N: I’ve decided to post a little one shot/drabble since it’s Steve’s birthday <3 enjoy!

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Summary: it’s your first time celebrating your boyfriend’s birthday.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x GF Reader

Warnings: none, fluff only implied smut

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Feedback and reblogs are highly appreciated!

You found the cabin three weeks before the Fourth of July, tucked deep in the woods past where the road turned to a muddy track and the trees took over the whole view. It had no cell reception and no cable. The porch creaked. The bed was rather small and you’d have to heat up the water to take a shower. But the silence? The silence was exactly what you had been looking for.

When you told Steve you had plans for his birthday this year, he looked at you like you’d just told him someone planned to attack him-you didn’t blame him. Every year, people tried to do something-tried to surprise him, tried to celebrate, tried to do what they thought made sense on the birthday of Captain America.

But you weren’t celebrating Captain America.

You were celebrating your boyfriend.

You were celebrating Steve.

⸻

You drove up on the 3rd, waiting in your car for him to pack his bag into the trunk and sitting into the passenger seat-something that happened rarely. Somehow it made Steve nervous, especially since you haven’t told him where you were taking him.

He cleared his throat. His voice stayed low, soft with that Brooklyn warmth, that slight accent, he only really let out when he was with you.

“Don’t tell me you booked a spa or something,” he joked.

You smiled without turning your head. “You really think I’d take you to a spa and let all those pretty ladies touch you?”, you both chuckled at that and Steve placed his hand on your thigh, “you’re the only pretty lady I wanna be touched by.”

It made you smile, because you knew.

⸻

That night, you sat together on the porch in the hush of the woods, the quiet rustle of the leaves, stars blinking open one by one. You had asked him if he wanted a drink, maybe something from Thors Asgardian liquor-but he denied. He preferred hot cocoa, even though it was a warm evening. But he enjoyed it that way. He held it with both hands, sweater sleeves pushed up.

You watched him. Even took a few pictures when he wasn’t looking. He seemed so…at peace. It was something he deserved. Just some peace.

“I used to love the Fourth,” he said after a long stretch of silence after you leaned your head against his shoulder, eyes on the sky. “When I was a kid, the parades in Brooklyn were the best part of the summer. My mom would lift me up so I could see the floats. Fireworks scared me even then, but I thought they were beautiful.”

You didn’t interrupt. You let him speak when he was ready. Always. Which didn’t happen often. He hated opening up, even to you. It took a lot of courage and you were proud he was doing it now. He was insecure about trusting. Everyone he trusted was torn away from him-his mom, Bucky, the Howlies, Peggy.

“It’s different now,” he murmured. “They don’t sound like celebration anymore. Just…noise. Reminders…like explosions.”

You lifted your head, looking up at him with a soft glimmer in your eyes, your hand finding his knee and resting there like a quiet anchor. “I know.”

He turned to look at you, blue eyes soft in the low light. “So that’s why…you did this for me?”

You nodded, gently kissing his cheek. “Yes, sweetheart. I wanted your birthday to be special this year”, you whispered.

Steve leaned down, pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “You’re the only thing in this whole damn world that makes it feel manageable sometimes.”

⸻

On the Fourth, you made pancakes in the little kitchen letting him sleep in for the first time in…what felt like forever. Of course you woke him up with more than just breakfast in bed. A bit more…worshipping him, making sure to make this day perfect.

He opened your gift after breakfast-a sketchbook, leather-bound, the good kind, his name engraved on the leather.

You went on a walk together, walking around the woods, enjoying the sounds of nature and watching birds, even having a small picnic where Steve sketched a bit while you sunbathed.

After getting back into the cabin you put on some music using an old record player-that Steve even had to fix, since you didn’t really know how to use it. It was the first time that Steve was able to make fun of you about not knowing how to use something, since usually it was him who had to be taught how to use new devices.

He held you close as you two moved to the music. At some point Steve even hummed the songs he recognised.

Later, you curled up in bed with the windows cracked open. Somewhere far off in the distance, muffled thunder of fireworks came rolling through the trees, but barely enough to stir the night air. “Happy Birthday, my prince…”

He buried his face in your neck and whispered, “Thank you.” You didn’t need to see him to know he was blushing.

And you held him a little tighter, kissing the top of his head as he cuddles into your chest, pressing soft kisses to your skin, gentle and tender, not in a way to indicate something. Just to enjoy the closeness between you two. “Of course my love…I love you Steve.”

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A Quiet Place

My Masterlist

A/N: I’ve decided to post a little one shot/drabble since it’s Steve’s birthday <3 enjoy!

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Summary: it’s your first time celebrating your boyfriend’s birthday.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x GF Reader

Warnings: none, fluff only implied smut

──────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────────

Feedback and reblogs are highly appreciated!

You found the cabin three weeks before the Fourth of July, tucked deep in the woods past where the road turned to a muddy track and the trees took over the whole view. It had no cell reception and no cable. The porch creaked. The bed was rather small and you’d have to heat up the water to take a shower. But the silence? The silence was exactly what you had been looking for.

When you told Steve you had plans for his birthday this year, he looked at you like you’d just told him someone planned to attack him-you didn’t blame him. Every year, people tried to do something-tried to surprise him, tried to celebrate, tried to do what they thought made sense on the birthday of Captain America.

But you weren’t celebrating Captain America.

You were celebrating your boyfriend.

You were celebrating Steve.

⸻

You drove up on the 3rd, waiting in your car for him to pack his bag into the trunk and sitting into the passenger seat-something that happened rarely. Somehow it made Steve nervous, especially since you haven’t told him where you were taking him.

He cleared his throat. His voice stayed low, soft with that Brooklyn warmth, that slight accent, he only really let out when he was with you.

“Don’t tell me you booked a spa or something,” he joked.

You smiled without turning your head. “You really think I’d take you to a spa and let all those pretty ladies touch you?”, you both chuckled at that and Steve placed his hand on your thigh, “you’re the only pretty lady I wanna be touched by.”

It made you smile, because you knew.

⸻

That night, you sat together on the porch in the hush of the woods, the quiet rustle of the leaves, stars blinking open one by one. You had asked him if he wanted a drink, maybe something from Thors Asgardian liquor-but he denied. He preferred hot cocoa, even though it was a warm evening. But he enjoyed it that way. He held it with both hands, sweater sleeves pushed up.

You watched him. Even took a few pictures when he wasn’t looking. He seemed so…at peace. It was something he deserved. Just some peace.

“I used to love the Fourth,” he said after a long stretch of silence after you leaned your head against his shoulder, eyes on the sky. “When I was a kid, the parades in Brooklyn were the best part of the summer. My mom would lift me up so I could see the floats. Fireworks scared me even then, but I thought they were beautiful.”

You didn’t interrupt. You let him speak when he was ready. Always. Which didn’t happen often. He hated opening up, even to you. It took a lot of courage and you were proud he was doing it now. He was insecure about trusting. Everyone he trusted was torn away from him-his mom, Bucky, the Howlies, Peggy.

“It’s different now,” he murmured. “They don’t sound like celebration anymore. Just…noise. Reminders…like explosions.”

You lifted your head, looking up at him with a soft glimmer in your eyes, your hand finding his knee and resting there like a quiet anchor. “I know.”

He turned to look at you, blue eyes soft in the low light. “So that’s why…you did this for me?”

You nodded, gently kissing his cheek. “Yes, sweetheart. I wanted your birthday to be special this year”, you whispered.

Steve leaned down, pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “You’re the only thing in this whole damn world that makes it feel manageable sometimes.”

⸻

On the Fourth, you made pancakes in the little kitchen letting him sleep in for the first time in…what felt like forever. Of course you woke him up with more than just breakfast in bed. A bit more…worshipping him, making sure to make this day perfect.

He opened your gift after breakfast-a sketchbook, leather-bound, the good kind, his name engraved on the leather.

You went on a walk together, walking around the woods, enjoying the sounds of nature and watching birds, even having a small picnic where Steve sketched a bit while you sunbathed.

After getting back into the cabin you put on some music using an old record player-that Steve even had to fix, since you didn’t really know how to use it. It was the first time that Steve was able to make fun of you about not knowing how to use something, since usually it was him who had to be taught how to use new devices.

He held you close as you two moved to the music. At some point Steve even hummed the songs he recognised.

Later, you curled up in bed with the windows cracked open. Somewhere far off in the distance, muffled thunder of fireworks came rolling through the trees, but barely enough to stir the night air. “Happy Birthday, my prince…”

He buried his face in your neck and whispered, “Thank you.” You didn’t need to see him to know he was blushing.

And you held him a little tighter, kissing the top of his head as he cuddles into your chest, pressing soft kisses to your skin, gentle and tender, not in a way to indicate something. Just to enjoy the closeness between you two. “Of course my love…I love you Steve.”

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Thank you for reading! Comments, reblogs and feedback are highly appreciated! My inbox is always open, tho I can’t promise when I’m gonna start writing more again<3 but if I’ll like an idea I might check it out and think of something :)

Taglist: @rogersbarber @hawkeyes-queen @felicity-lemons-thoughts

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Thank you for reblogging 🥰 yes definitely!!!🥰🥰🥰

A Quiet Place

My Masterlist

A/N: I’ve decided to post a little one shot/drabble since it’s Steve’s birthday <3 enjoy!

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Summary: it’s your first time celebrating your boyfriend’s birthday.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x GF Reader

Warnings: none, fluff only implied smut

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Feedback and reblogs are highly appreciated!

You found the cabin three weeks before the Fourth of July, tucked deep in the woods past where the road turned to a muddy track and the trees took over the whole view. It had no cell reception and no cable. The porch creaked. The bed was rather small and you’d have to heat up the water to take a shower. But the silence? The silence was exactly what you had been looking for.

When you told Steve you had plans for his birthday this year, he looked at you like you’d just told him someone planned to attack him-you didn’t blame him. Every year, people tried to do something-tried to surprise him, tried to celebrate, tried to do what they thought made sense on the birthday of Captain America.

But you weren’t celebrating Captain America.

You were celebrating your boyfriend.

You were celebrating Steve.

⸻

You drove up on the 3rd, waiting in your car for him to pack his bag into the trunk and sitting into the passenger seat-something that happened rarely. Somehow it made Steve nervous, especially since you haven’t told him where you were taking him.

He cleared his throat. His voice stayed low, soft with that Brooklyn warmth, that slight accent, he only really let out when he was with you.

“Don’t tell me you booked a spa or something,” he joked.

You smiled without turning your head. “You really think I’d take you to a spa and let all those pretty ladies touch you?”, you both chuckled at that and Steve placed his hand on your thigh, “you’re the only pretty lady I wanna be touched by.”

It made you smile, because you knew.

⸻

That night, you sat together on the porch in the hush of the woods, the quiet rustle of the leaves, stars blinking open one by one. You had asked him if he wanted a drink, maybe something from Thors Asgardian liquor-but he denied. He preferred hot cocoa, even though it was a warm evening. But he enjoyed it that way. He held it with both hands, sweater sleeves pushed up.

You watched him. Even took a few pictures when he wasn’t looking. He seemed so…at peace. It was something he deserved. Just some peace.

“I used to love the Fourth,” he said after a long stretch of silence after you leaned your head against his shoulder, eyes on the sky. “When I was a kid, the parades in Brooklyn were the best part of the summer. My mom would lift me up so I could see the floats. Fireworks scared me even then, but I thought they were beautiful.”

You didn’t interrupt. You let him speak when he was ready. Always. Which didn’t happen often. He hated opening up, even to you. It took a lot of courage and you were proud he was doing it now. He was insecure about trusting. Everyone he trusted was torn away from him-his mom, Bucky, the Howlies, Peggy.

“It’s different now,” he murmured. “They don’t sound like celebration anymore. Just…noise. Reminders…like explosions.”

You lifted your head, looking up at him with a soft glimmer in your eyes, your hand finding his knee and resting there like a quiet anchor. “I know.”

He turned to look at you, blue eyes soft in the low light. “So that’s why…you did this for me?”

You nodded, gently kissing his cheek. “Yes, sweetheart. I wanted your birthday to be special this year”, you whispered.

Steve leaned down, pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “You’re the only thing in this whole damn world that makes it feel manageable sometimes.”

⸻

On the Fourth, you made pancakes in the little kitchen letting him sleep in for the first time in…what felt like forever. Of course you woke him up with more than just breakfast in bed. A bit more…worshipping him, making sure to make this day perfect.

He opened your gift after breakfast-a sketchbook, leather-bound, the good kind, his name engraved on the leather.

You went on a walk together, walking around the woods, enjoying the sounds of nature and watching birds, even having a small picnic where Steve sketched a bit while you sunbathed.

After getting back into the cabin you put on some music using an old record player-that Steve even had to fix, since you didn’t really know how to use it. It was the first time that Steve was able to make fun of you about not knowing how to use something, since usually it was him who had to be taught how to use new devices.

He held you close as you two moved to the music. At some point Steve even hummed the songs he recognised.

Later, you curled up in bed with the windows cracked open. Somewhere far off in the distance, muffled thunder of fireworks came rolling through the trees, but barely enough to stir the night air. “Happy Birthday, my prince…”

He buried his face in your neck and whispered, “Thank you.” You didn’t need to see him to know he was blushing.

And you held him a little tighter, kissing the top of his head as he cuddles into your chest, pressing soft kisses to your skin, gentle and tender, not in a way to indicate something. Just to enjoy the closeness between you two. “Of course my love…I love you Steve.”

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Thank you for reading! Comments, reblogs and feedback are highly appreciated! My inbox is always open, tho I can’t promise when I’m gonna start writing more again<3 but if I’ll like an idea I might check it out and think of something :)

Taglist: @rogersbarber @hawkeyes-queen @felicity-lemons-thoughts

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A Quiet Place

My Masterlist

A/N: I’ve decided to post a little one shot/drabble since it’s Steve’s birthday <3 enjoy!

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Summary: it’s your first time celebrating your boyfriend’s birthday.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x GF Reader

Warnings: none, fluff only implied smut

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Feedback and reblogs are highly appreciated!

You found the cabin three weeks before the Fourth of July, tucked deep in the woods past where the road turned to a muddy track and the trees took over the whole view. It had no cell reception and no cable. The porch creaked. The bed was rather small and you’d have to heat up the water to take a shower. But the silence? The silence was exactly what you had been looking for.

When you told Steve you had plans for his birthday this year, he looked at you like you’d just told him someone planned to attack him-you didn’t blame him. Every year, people tried to do something-tried to surprise him, tried to celebrate, tried to do what they thought made sense on the birthday of Captain America.

But you weren’t celebrating Captain America.

You were celebrating your boyfriend.

You were celebrating Steve.

⸻

You drove up on the 3rd, waiting in your car for him to pack his bag into the trunk and sitting into the passenger seat-something that happened rarely. Somehow it made Steve nervous, especially since you haven’t told him where you were taking him.

He cleared his throat. His voice stayed low, soft with that Brooklyn warmth, that slight accent, he only really let out when he was with you.

“Don’t tell me you booked a spa or something,” he joked.

You smiled without turning your head. “You really think I’d take you to a spa and let all those pretty ladies touch you?”, you both chuckled at that and Steve placed his hand on your thigh, “you’re the only pretty lady I wanna be touched by.”

It made you smile, because you knew.

⸻

That night, you sat together on the porch in the hush of the woods, the quiet rustle of the leaves, stars blinking open one by one. You had asked him if he wanted a drink, maybe something from Thors Asgardian liquor-but he denied. He preferred hot cocoa, even though it was a warm evening. But he enjoyed it that way. He held it with both hands, sweater sleeves pushed up.

You watched him. Even took a few pictures when he wasn’t looking. He seemed so…at peace. It was something he deserved. Just some peace.

“I used to love the Fourth,” he said after a long stretch of silence after you leaned your head against his shoulder, eyes on the sky. “When I was a kid, the parades in Brooklyn were the best part of the summer. My mom would lift me up so I could see the floats. Fireworks scared me even then, but I thought they were beautiful.”

You didn’t interrupt. You let him speak when he was ready. Always. Which didn’t happen often. He hated opening up, even to you. It took a lot of courage and you were proud he was doing it now. He was insecure about trusting. Everyone he trusted was torn away from him-his mom, Bucky, the Howlies, Peggy.

“It’s different now,” he murmured. “They don’t sound like celebration anymore. Just…noise. Reminders…like explosions.”

You lifted your head, looking up at him with a soft glimmer in your eyes, your hand finding his knee and resting there like a quiet anchor. “I know.”

He turned to look at you, blue eyes soft in the low light. “So that’s why…you did this for me?”

You nodded, gently kissing his cheek. “Yes, sweetheart. I wanted your birthday to be special this year”, you whispered.

Steve leaned down, pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “You’re the only thing in this whole damn world that makes it feel manageable sometimes.”

⸻

On the Fourth, you made pancakes in the little kitchen letting him sleep in for the first time in…what felt like forever. Of course you woke him up with more than just breakfast in bed. A bit more…worshipping him, making sure to make this day perfect.

He opened your gift after breakfast-a sketchbook, leather-bound, the good kind, his name engraved on the leather.

You went on a walk together, walking around the woods, enjoying the sounds of nature and watching birds, even having a small picnic where Steve sketched a bit while you sunbathed.

After getting back into the cabin you put on some music using an old record player-that Steve even had to fix, since you didn’t really know how to use it. It was the first time that Steve was able to make fun of you about not knowing how to use something, since usually it was him who had to be taught how to use new devices.

He held you close as you two moved to the music. At some point Steve even hummed the songs he recognised.

Later, you curled up in bed with the windows cracked open. Somewhere far off in the distance, muffled thunder of fireworks came rolling through the trees, but barely enough to stir the night air. “Happy Birthday, my prince…”

He buried his face in your neck and whispered, “Thank you.” You didn’t need to see him to know he was blushing.

And you held him a little tighter, kissing the top of his head as he cuddles into your chest, pressing soft kisses to your skin, gentle and tender, not in a way to indicate something. Just to enjoy the closeness between you two. “Of course my love…I love you Steve.”

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Thank you for reading! Comments, reblogs and feedback are highly appreciated! My inbox is always open, tho I can’t promise when I’m gonna start writing more again<3 but if I’ll like an idea I might check it out and think of something :)

Taglist: @rogersbarber @hawkeyes-queen @felicity-lemons-thoughts

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Awh thank you im so glad you like it so much!🥹🥹🥹

Hello!! Can I have a request about Steve with best friend! Reader to take on vacation.

And reader drift off in the way, and Steve couldn't stop staring at her and smile omg like a golden retriever 🤧🤧🤧

Maybe he offer his jacket so that she won't catch a cold.

Maybe he steals a sweet kiss but who knows...

Maybe he wants more and he'a planed to cross the line and confess... 🥹🥹🥹

Anyway, wish you have a good day and you have the right to change any plot.

Love ya 🫶🫶🫶

Thank you for the request!💖 I hope you like it and That it’s what you had in mind! Please Let me know if it’s okay <3

Love ya!

Take the risk

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Steve is your best friend, always has been. Until he takes you on a vacation and everything changes.

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: bestFriend!Steve Rogers x Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none 🥰

Keep in mind English is not my first language! There could be some mistakes-let me know.

„What do you mean you bought two tickets to Hawaii? Are you insane Rogers?", you asked your friend in disbelief . It's great news-of course, but who buys tickets without asking first, if someone could actually come? Apparently Steve did.

His cheeks turned a pretty rosy colour. He shrugged. "Well, it was cheep and these were the last two, so...yeah. We'll spend your birthday in Hawaii-surprise?", he said kind of squeamish and embarrassed. Yet there was a small smile on his face. You couldn't be mad at that. Especially not at him. It was a great gift-even though you really didn't want to know the price. It probably would give you a heart attack.

Steve Rogers was a dork.

But he was your dork.

Well, not really. You wished it'd be like that, but you're friends. Really, really close friends. Natasha always teased you about your friendship-Bucky did the same to Steve, but you didn't know that. Everyone around you knew you had feelings for Steve-and vice versa.

"You're an idiot, Steve. God, I love you so much", you laughed and hugged him. Steve's heart jumped, while he embraced you. He really wished you'd mean it. Actually he tried to tell you many times he loved you-for the past few months he tried to give you a hint. But you were clueless-or maybe you just didn't want to hurt him and always brushed it off?

He ignored his inner doubts.

"I love you too", he mumbled in your hair.

You both imagined how it would be, if the other one meant it.

The next three days were pretty stressful, but at the same time you couldn't stop grinning. Two weeks with Steve in Hawaii. Just the two of you. How would you even survive it? Well, actually you were with him most of the time. You were roommates, so you saw each other every day. But it was Hawaii-you had no idea how it'd go. Especially since Steve would be walking around shirtless 24/7. You just knew it. He always did that in summer-what you didn't know, he did it for you.

Well, it's not like he expected you to jump him in the living room or something-even though he wouldn't be against it-but he hoped you'd at least maybe look at him. He really wanted to catch you looking.

You sat next to the window and looked at the clouds. A big smile crossed your lips. They were so beautiful and looked so...soft. Giggling you turned you head to Steve, only to meet his gaze. He was already looking at you-he did it for quite a while now. Just watching you look at the cloudy sky, smiling and giggling. His heartbeat was racing and stomach flip. God you were so pretty. It was hard to stay concentrated on something else-he just….he really loved you. You were so incredibly beautiful, from the inside and outside. The sparkle in your eyes, whenever you talked about your favourite things or the way you smiled at every dog you saw. It was so…wholesome. You took his breath away. Every time he looked at you. God. Why couldn’t he just kiss you right-

„What?", you asked confused. Steve blushed immediately. He didn’t mean to stare. "Nothing,...you wanted to tell me something?", he quickly changed the subject. It worked, since you instantly pointed out of the window. A huge grin on your face. "Look at the clouds! They look so fluffy. Like a white bunny-and god how tiny the buildings are. You can't really see them. Wow...", you mumbled and looked back to Steve.

Grinning he leaned closer over you, to look at the view. He loved sitting next to the window-but he knew you've never been on a plane before, so he wanted you to give the best experience.

While he was so close to you, you had to hold yourself from smelling him. He always smelled so nicely. It was...fresh and clean but also just completely Steve. You couldn't explain it. But it was nice.

Slightly you leaned your head against Steve's shoulder. "Thank you, Steve", you mumbled. Before he was able to answer, a stewardess came over to the two of you. "Can I bring you something to drink, lovebirds?", the friendly lady asked with a professional smile. You could feel yourself blush. Steve's cheeks also had a darker shade, but he didn't say anything to correct the woman. "Just water, if that's okay", you said and couldn't keep yourself from leaning slightly more against Steve.

After she left, Steve started grinning, but didn’t say anything. He wanted to enjoy the few seconds of your not existing relationship. It was quite funny how often people mistook you for a couple; at restaurants, in clubs, in the cinema, parks,…literally everywhere. Even your parents asked if you were together, after they found out about the vacation. Again. They asked it every time you talked about Steve.

After a while of watching out of the window you took your book and decided to read, while Steve leaned his head against your shoulder an decided to take a nap. “But if you snore, I’ll kick you out of this seat”, you teased him-to his defensive, he only snored once while you slept in the same bed. You fell asleep with him after watching a movie and woke because of his loud snoring-it never happened before and never afterwards, but you teased him for it endlessly.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it. It won’t get away any time soon, I guess”, he mumbled against your skin. You felt his lips brush against your throat while he spoke-god did this made breathing become harder. It was nothing sexual, yet you felt your heartbeat quicken. “Sleep well, Stevie”, you said quietly in his hair.

It didn’t took long for him to fall asleep. You could tell by the slower breathing, that he had fallen asleep.

It started to get darker outside an hour into reading the book, so you had to turn on the little light above, to read more-but you didn’t want to do that for to ling, just enough to finish the chapter. After you’d turn it off again, since the light would probably disturb some people.

While you were putting your book away, the stewardess came back. Still with a friendly smile on her face. You noticed her name tag said Emma. “Do you or your boyfriend want a blanket?”, she asked you quietly, as soon as she realised Steve was asleep. You nodded. “Yeah, two blankets please”, you mumbled. She left quickly to get the blankets.

You wiggled a bit around, to get a comfortable position, since you could already feel one of your legs being slightly numb. Of course this woke Steve up.

“Are we there?”, asked steve sleepily and look up, just to look out in the dark night sky. “No, Steve, I wanted to get more comfortable-but you can still lean on me. I don’t mind. And the stewardess will get us some blankets, then you can go back to sleep.” Steve nodded, while stretching a bit-as much as this was possible in this seat.

Exactly then came Emma back with the blankets. “I’m so sorry, but we have only one blanket left.“ “It’s completely fine, we don’t mind sharing”, said Steve friendly and took the blanket from the stewardess. She gave him a big friendly smile-friendlier than before. You didn’t really like it. “Yeah, we like cuddling”, you added. Emma’s smile became a big tighter. “Great. I’ll leave you to it, good night”, she said before disappearing.

Steve looked with a smug smirk to you. “We like cuddling, huh?”, he teased. “Shut up and just spoon me. I’m cold”, you mumbled and turned around as much as you could. Steve put the armrest up and slid closer to you. He put the blanket over your bodies, after which he put his arms around you. You couldn’t keep yourself from smiling slightly.

Steve gave you a quick kiss to your cheek. “Good Night”, he mumbled against your ear. “Night, Steve.”

He really hoped he’d be able to tell you how he felt. On this trip he planned to do it. Everything would be romantic, a real date with candlelight and soft music. He wanted to do it all right. With these thoughts in mind he slowly drifted back to sleep, still holding you close to his chest.

Within a few hours you entered the hotel Steve had booked. At the desk he got the keycard to your room and took your suitcases. “Let’s go, we can go out, to the beach or…maybe a restaurant? I haven’t planned the first day-“ “you have a plan for our time here?”, you laughed softly. It made Steve chuckle. “Kind of, yeah. I’m….well, if you won’t like it, we can do whatever you want and-” He started mumbling. You just pulled him in a hug. Steve hugged you back and buried his face in your hair.

After you got out of the elevator you walked into your room and-wow

Wow.

It was amazing. Beautiful.

The windows showed the beautiful beach close to your hotel. It was already late enough for the sun to be getting down, so the sunset was…incredibly beautiful. “Yeah, you’re right…incredibly beautiful”, Steve mumbled right next to you, looking at you. Apparently you had said your thoughts out loud. Sometimes this happened to you-and Steve loved it. It was…lovely. He liked it. Like everything else about you.

“Let’s change and then we’ll go to the beach okay?”

And so you did.

After you put on your swimsuit and a comfortable dress over it, you left the bathroom to find Steve shirtless on the bed. You could feel yourself blush. “Steve. Where are your clothes.” Quickly he sat up and grinned a bit. “Well, I’m wearing shorts, isn’t that enough?”, he laughed. You shook your head lightly but could keep a grin of your face, while you grabbed one of his shirt from his suitcase and threw it at him.

Within a couple of minutes you were already walking along the beach. Luckily there weren’t many people around. It was colder than you expected but still warm enough to go swim. The sunset was beautiful. Many red, Orange and purple colours. Steve would love to paint it.

You laid out the blanket and sat down with Steve. For a while none of you said anything. Just enjoying the comforting silence. It felt really good. Even though Steve inner artist just wanted to draw the beautiful sunset, he couldn’t stop looking at you. You were just…he couldn’t put your beauty into words. After all this time, after so many years of your friendship, he still couldn’t believe how you haven’t found the one.

Well,

he didn’t know you already did.

You were sitting right next to him.

After a while you two took of your clothes, to go into the water. “The last one in the water is a rotten egg!”, you pushed Steve to the ground and run ahead. Behind you you could hear Steve laugh, while he followed.

“You cheated! You little cheater”, Steve laughed, while he grabbed your waist and threw you over his shoulder. A surprised scream escaped your lips, while you held onto Steve for dear life. “I didn’t! I changed the rules!”, you laughed. Steve laughed one last time, before throwing you in the water. For a while you fooled around, till both of you felt to cold and the sun was already gone.

So you laid down on the blanket with Steve, while grabbing towels and drying yourself. “You know, this vacation is already great and it only the first day. I can’t wait what you’ve planned for tomorrow”, you muttered while leaning your head against Steve’s shoulder. He couldn’t keep himself from putting his arm around you. Your skin was could er compared to his. Immediately you cuddled up to him and put your arm around him.

Steve gave you a kiss on the head. “We can spend the day just…Checking in. Have a look at…everything…”, he mumbled in your hair.

Before you could answer, your whole body trembled because of the cold air. Of course Steve noticed, so he quickly took out his jacked, from the back the two of you brought with you and put around your shoulders. It made your heartbeat fasten. With a smile on your lips, you looked up to Steve. “Thank you”, mumbling you slid closer to him. Steve could feel himself blush, while he unintentionally leaned closer to you.

You felt your breath quicken. Your pulse racing. He was so close to you. If only you could…just lean closer…an kiss him.

And so you did. But before steve was able to react you pulled away. “Oh god”, you mumbled.

Shocked you looked into Steve’s beautiful blue eyes. He seemed as surprised as you-but then he smiled. This time, Steve pressed his lips softly to yours, while one of his hands found your cheek and stroke your cheekbone with his thumb. Your skin tingled everywhere he touched you. His lips were so…so soft. So kissable. The kiss felt amazing. Tender. And…soulful. You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling. This made Steve smile as well.

Slowly he pushed you down on the blanket, while leaning over you. Once again the kisses started, but stayed as soft as they were before. There was no rush. Just the two of you. Two young people in love. Two racing hearts, finally together, after being for so long apart.

You put your arm around Steve’s neck, while he stopped kissing you, to once again gaze in your eyes. God, he finally kissed you…or the other way around, he didn’t know. It didn’t matter.

For a while you looked at each other. Just grinning like two idiots. Feeling your heartbeat racing like crazy.

“it wasn’t supposed to happen like that…”, he mumbled after a while, which made you draw your eyebrows together. Did he regret the kiss? Oh god, what if your understood it all wrong? But he -

Steve saw your hesitation and shook his head quickly. “No, no, no, no, not like that…I meant-I had it all planned. On your birthday. I made reservations in this amazing restaurant and…I told them to put a bouquet roses and candles on the table…”, Steve explained, while kissing your face. “…And I asked them to bring us champagne to our hotel room-it’s actually funny, I kinda…accidentally told them it’s our honeymoon while booking-well, it wasn’t on purpose, but I kind of started rambling and…god what am I talking about?”, he laughed, which also caught you to laugh.

“And what…what exactly would this be about? All of this?”, you asked quietly. Steve slightly smiled.

“I wanted to tell you, I love you, Y/N, wanted to ask you on a real date”, he said, while caressing your face. His words made you smile. Once again you pressed your lips to his, but the kiss endet quickly.

“I love you too, so, so much…and I’d like to go on a date. On my birthday. Just like planned.” Your words make Steve grin. He nodded immediately.

A shiver came over you. Of course Steve noticed.

This made you two decide to get back to your hotel.

After you both took a shower you laid together in bed. It wasn’t any different from any other time you slept together in a bed. Yet it still felt completely different. Because this time, you knew how you felt. You loved each other.

Smiling, you buried your face against Steve’s chest. It was the first time you could do this, without an excuses about being ‘to cold’, so you cuddled close against his warm skin. It felt amazing. Even though you hadn’t had the relationship-talk you knew you were a couple. Steve felt it. You felt it. It was this simple-only to bad you hadn’t had the guts to do it sooner.

„I love you, you dork“

„I love you, too, you slightly less of a dork.” Steve’s reply made you laugh.

You were perfect for each other. Everyone around you knew it-and finally so did the two of you.

If there’s anything that’s needs changing let me know!

I’m actually thinking about writing the date too, like a second part to this. Would you like reading it? :)

Requests are open!

Please like, reblog and comment!💖💖

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Oh wow thank you🥹🥹

My beloved reblog masterlist! Thank you to every writer out there who shares their labors of love. Fanfic (the ones listed here in particular) has gotten me through the toughest time in my life. This list is my own personal library of favorites, but I hope it can be enjoyed by others as well. As always, writers appreciate comments and reblogs to show your gratitude. Happy reading💛

Key

💛 = fluff │ 🔥 = smut│💔 = angst│✨ = all-time fav

All fics on this list are for Steve Rogers. Scroll to see my reblog masterlist(s) for other characters.

With a handful of exceptions, this list does not include anything I've read and reblogged since February of 2024. I'm working on getting it up to date!

Oneshots Canon(ish)

Should Have Known Better: A pool day with the Avengers causes Steve to figure out your secret. Hurt/comfort. Steve Rogers x f!reader. Steve being so sweet and protective and perfect. 3k 💛💔

As The Dust Settled: You meet Steve rogers while he’s on the run from the government and you offer him and his friends a place to stay. When the blip occurs you lose your own family, your best friend Maggie. When Steve shows up at your door you’re more than happy to let him stay. What happens as the dust settles? 9k 💛💔✨

Safe: You ran away from your abusive ex….after a few months he came looking for you. Good for you, you had such a great neighbour. 4k 💛💔✨

Paint Stained Overalls: After months pining after his oil painting teacher, Steve does something about it. 3k. 💛🔥✨

Just Like Home: Your soldier comes home to you in autumn. 6k 💛🔥✨

Save Me, I'll Be Quiet: Steve is in love with you and realizes that you're getting bruises but they are not from the mission. 4k 💛💔✨

Just a Human: You're being harassed by the Brads and Chads of the agents. Steve & Bucky are just in time to help. 9k 💛💔✨

Call it Anything But Love: FWB!Steve x Reader. In the bedroom, he's passionate and intense, exhibiting a lustfulness few ever get to see, but outside, he remains his cool and usual self. But when you're friendly with Bucky at his birthday, Steve needs to clear the air. 7k 💛💔🔥✨

Your Heart A Pancake: When you're drunk and stranded at a bar and your boss calls you, he's not happy—and he ends up giving you a ride home on his motorcycle. 3k 💛✨

Walk Me Home Tonight: Steve walks you home from a party after he notices you're not really in the mood to celebrate. 5k 💛💔✨

Secret Relationship (Sugar): Steve tries his girlfriend a secret for a while but the other Avengers immediately know. He's less reckless on missions, he texts more, he leaves work on time. There has to be a reason for that and Tony Stark himself turns into a superspy trying to find out what or who that reason is. 1k 💛✨

Prey: Steve is staring at you from across the room, but you’re staring right back. 2k 🔥

Casual: The reader has been seeing Steve for more than a year now, stuck somewhere between friends with benefits and an actual relationship. He wants to commit to you, but he can’t let himself. You overhear a conversation you wish you hadn’t- learning much more about the way Steve feels about you than you ever wanted. 4k 🔥💔

In The Rain: Tony gets drunk and says horrible things to you about Steve. When Steve returns from the mission, he finds you to clear things up. 2k 💛💔✨

Perfect: You break up with Steve and he demands to know why. When you reveal the truth, he tells you you're just perfect as is. (fic deleted, but please lmk if it gets reposted!) 💛🔥💔✨

Please Be Rough With Me: Steve's a dom but doesn't tell you until one night he snaps. 2k 🔥

You Make My World Spin: You work in the tower and Steve tries to flirt with you. But Tony's new adjustment to his shield gets in the way–literally. 7k 💛

3+1 (Un)Wanted Mistletoe Encounters: Christmas time in the tower! 4k 💛

The Scarf: You give Steve a handmade gift, but rethink things when you realize everyone else has gotten him something extravagant. 2k 💛

Improvising: After falling for the cute and shy assistant Steve tries to ask her out..but it doesn't go according to plan. 2k 💛

Jealous: Steve really doesn't like the person you're interviewing, so afterwards he fucks you senseless. 3k 🔥

Old Man Moves: Steve shows you a thing or two about being an old man when you're working on a WWII Assignment for school. 5k 🔥

Getting to Know You: During one of Starks famous party’s you and Steve…get to know each other better. 5k 🔥

Take the Risk: Steve is your best friend, always has been. Until he takes you on a vacation and everything changes. 3k 💛

Remind Me: A night out with friends who try to talk you into confessing your feelings to the man you’re in love with and a lot of alcohol. What could possibly go wrong? 2k 💛

Experience: You're an Avenger but younger than the others and they make fun of you for being inexperienced. One morning reeeally early Steve catches you sneaking a guy out of your room and he gets really surprised and protective. 2k 💛

Comfort Zone: You force yourself to confess to Steve exactly how you feel. 2k 💛✨

His Button Up: Confident little you puts on Steve's shirt but at sight of your man standing at the doorway all hot and shit, its almost unbearable. 1k 🔥

Touch: Your boyfriend Steve discovers your size kink, and love of being manhandled by him. What he does with this new information? Well that’s entirely up to him… 3k 💛🔥

It's Your Captain's Birthday: You're avoiding Steve Rogers' birthday beach party by relaxing in the ocean, but when he finds you alone in the waves, your captain is sure to let you know how much he appreciates that you wore a bikini in his colors to his party—and things escalate from there. 7k 🔥

Talk: Neighbor!SteveRogers x female!reader. You like Steve. And, actually, Steve likes you too. But for some reason, you are convinced that he doesn’t. So after you come home one night, drunk off your ass might I add, and freshly stood up by one asshat of a Tinder date, Steve can’t help but confront you about it. 4k 💛💔🔥

New Year, New Steve: A stranger kisses Steve at a new year’s party and it ignites something in him that he never lets himself have. 5k 💛🔥✨

Hot Boy Summer: Your boyfriend is all hot in every season, but there’s just something about summer Steve messing around in a pool that makes your heart melt and your bikini wet before you even step into water. And really, the hottest outfit your man can wear is happiness–or nothing at all. 3k 💛🔥✨

Fireworks: Everyone but you and Steve realize you like each other. 4k 💛

Birthday Love Present: Steve x Stark!Reader. It's your 21st birthday and Steve finally confesses his feelings. But what happens when your dad, Tony Stark, finds out? 💛

Try a Little Tenderness: Mafia AU. Steve can’t win you with presents. He’s got to try a little tenderness. 4k 💛

A Quiet Hue: Desperate for a cure for your blocked creative flow, you take a trip to the roof of your apartment to overlook the city for inspiration. That's where you meet Steve, discovering he's your new neighbor. Needless to say, meeting him aids your motivation, and opens up the possibility of something more. 5k💛

Idiots in Love: Being in love with Steve Rogers isn’t easy with all the dates Natasha sets him up with. One day you’ve had enough and ask her to set you up, something you’ve never let her before – and a certain blonde isn’t too pleased. 5k 💛💔✨

Cool Rider: When another date ends in disaster, and Steve shows up in an attempt to “cheer” you up, you’re instantly against everything. But it’s Steve, and you should know by now that he never take no for an answer. 4k 💛💔

Ever Since I Met You: Your best friend takes you out for a valentine's day friend date that ends with the two of you cuddling in a hotel room—and discovering you've both been hiding feelings since the day you met. 5k 💛🔥

No More Apologies: A small comment from Sam leads Steve into a downward spiral, revealing some grim parts of your past. 3k 💛💔✨

Oneshots AU

Winner Takes All: College AU. Frat!Steve x OC named Dean. Roommates to lovers. "It's always been you." 8k 💛💔🔥✨

Tell Me What You Want: Mafia AU. Your mob boyfriend, is none other than Steve Rogers and he is willing to get you whatever you wanted, all you have to do is ask.  And be careful what you ask for because he’s going to give it to you over and over again. 3.5k 🔥✨

A Misunderstanding: Frat!Steve AU. You and Steve slept together a couple of weeks ago and, though he said he would, he hasn't called you since. Harsh words from your best friend lead you to accept that he just doesn't want you in that way. 2k 💛

Come Here and Show Me: Lumberjack AU. Steve asks you to tease him and then immediately takes it back. 2k 🔥

What You Deserve: Best Friends Dad AU. After you caught your-now ex-boyfriend cheating, your best friend let you stay over for the night…there was only one problem. Her unbelievably hot dad. 4k 🔥

Ruin Our Friendship: College AU. Friends to Lovers. He’s your best friend. Your best friend. The best friend that has you pressed against bookshelves with his hand over your mouth. 2k 🔥✨

Possessive: Ex!Dilf!Steve AU. He is not happy when he finds out his ex wife has a date. 3k 🔥✨

Guys My Age: There’s nothing quite like getting scolded, punished, and fucked by your best friend’s dad. 🔥

Heat of the Moment: DBF!Steve x OC AU. Regan comes home from college and enjoys a hot afternoon on the rooftop. 🔥

Taste of beer: Therapist!Steve x Abused!Reader. 3k 💔

What Are Best Friends For: AU. Steve rogers is your best friend, but after you have a one night stand with someone else, he decides it's time to show you exactly who you belong to. 9k 🔥

Once More, With Feeling: DBF AU. Steve Rogers discovers you've been using toys when he isn't around. He sneaks into your house to punish you accordingly. 1k 🔥

Highest Bidder. AU. Tired of being a virgin and out of money you travel to Las Vegas to auction it off. Little do you know your friend Steve Rogers won't let anyone else have you. 5k 🔥

Drabbles, Headcanons, etc.

Adjusting: Nomad Steve. Face Riding. You Agree. 🔥✨

Munch: No summary needed. 🔥

Time and a Place: Steve & you driving (w/ Tony) 💛

Drunk Words: You get a really loose tongue after a few too many shots💛

Being Shy & Dating Cap 💛

Democratic Ranting Steve

Two-Shots & Mini Series

No Pressure • Part 2: You and Steve are friends turned newly into a romantic relationship. But something seems to be holding him back from escalating your relationship physically. 💛💔🔥✨

In the Strangest Place (We Just Might Find Love) • Part 2: You’re hiding from your boss in a supply closet, minding your own business, when a stranger joins you unexpectedly.  💛💔✨

Seven Minutes • Part 2: You’re not obliged to go to that party, but you go because it’s a rare occasion during which most of your fellow Avengers meet and have some fun together. Until someone suggests a stupid teenage game. Until you and Steve end up locked in a closet together and things take a turn you couldn’t have possibly predicted.💛💔🔥✨

One for the Road • pt2 • pt3 • pt4: Clint had a wife? Clint had children? Steve was just as shocked as any of them to find out about Barton’s double life, yet what was even more shocking to him was Clint’s oldest daughter, who seemed to sink her claws into Steve’s skin the minute they met and keep them there, unremoved, as he felt himself get pulled deeper and deeper into the workings of her inner mind with every smile of hers. 💛💔🔥✨

Broken Bones & Broken Hearts: Boxing AU. Friends to lovers? 🔥💔

(Cap)puccino, w/ Milk and Sugar: Coffee Shop AU. Running a tiny bakery cafe offers little surprise to a creature of habit like you...that is, until Captain America asks you for a coffee recommendation.💛

Series

Hands Off: Bucky Barnes is the most important person in your life. When he confesses to you that he lives at the Avengers tower, and the ‘Steve’ you’ve been hearing about for months is actually Steve Rogers, you think that nothing can top that revelation– and then you find yourself trapped in Captain America’s bedroom getting a second-hand dose of NYC’s favorite new aphrodisiac, Mistress.

Just Right: You’ve been in love with Steve Rogers for at least a year, but he treats you the same way he treats every other member of the team– with respect, but nothing more. It takes an inter-dimensional mistake and a whole second, more assertive, actually interested Steve for you to realize that you don’t want just any version of Steve Rogers– you want the one you’ve been pining for all this time.

Love on the Brain: You found menacing pictures of you friend, colleague and neighbour Steve in your mailbox. Someone might play it off as a bad joke, but you were an agent for the Avengers Initiative and a former FBI agent. You’ve seen cases like this and you were taking no chances. Not with Steve of all people.

Nothing but the Truth: As you were introduced to one Steve Rogers by your friend Sam a while ago, it wasn’t an unusual occurrence for the three of you to get lunch together. Hell, not even for you and Steve only. Except that the one time you decided to go out for lunch instead of sticking to the Tower cafeteria, reporters took a photo and accused you and the Captain of dating. What shocked you much more though was that Tony and Natasha wanted you two to just go with it in order to catch a criminal. Oh boy. This would have been much more acceptable if you didn’t have a crush on that man which was the size of the US…

Fools Rush In: Sketch & Keeps:)

Unbreakable: Most people cried with pure grief the day of the blip. Not you, your tears were from relief. Never in your life had you ever thought you’d be so close to death. Yet you survived. The road ahead would be long but if you survived your ex this would be a walk in the park. Steve was doing everything he could to stop himself from drowning in guilt. He wasn’t Captain America anymore but that didn’t mean he couldn’t help. With the Avengers behind him and half of his friends gone he didn’t know what to do with himself. So he ignored his feelings in order to help others. A chance encounter at a support group meeting might just be what you both need.

Sink Into Me: Mafia AU. You were simply doing a good deed, pulling the handsome stranger out of the way when a car jumped the curb. Little did you know that the life you saved belonged to Steve Rogers, the Army veteran turned art dealer with connections to the Brooklyn crime syndicate. Steve Rogers, who won’t stop calling you his guardian angel. Steve Rogers, whose new goal in life just might be repaying his debt to you. Steve Rogers, who isn’t shy until it comes to his feelings and will stop at nothing to keep you safe. 

Off Limits: You get hired as a new team member of the Avengers, and get introduced to Steve by your father, Tony. You have heard and seen a lot about him, being Captain America after all, but you never expected him to take that much of a liking to you as he has.

Back and Forth: Calling yourself an Avenger would be overstatement, even if you have been joining them on missions quite frequently lately. Calling them your friends would be an overstatement also. Calling you and Steve Rogers friends, now that would be an insult to the entity of friendship – though unlike him, you have enough self-awareness to admit that he isn’t the only one to blame for that. Most of the time anyway. However, the Avengers need your abilities and so you and Steve tolerate each other – or at least you’re trying, your back and forth visibly annoying your colleagues and exhausting you both. And then you’re thrown into a situation where mere tolerance isn’t an option. That should end well, shouldn’t it?

The Gemini: After months of a seemingly normal and steady friendship, things take a complex turn. Steve learns a lesson about the intricacies of being a woman in a man’s world, interpersonal relationships, and the consequences of poor communication through the experiences of you, his favorite Gemini.

Exiled Nomad: Warning, this series will ruin you.

other characters (coming soon)

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I can’t log into my docs where I had all my wips, drabbles and other writings 🥲🥲🥲

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I just saw the red lipstick headcannon with steve and im melting ;-;🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣 .

Girlfriend and villain portion ...please let that be meeeee 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

Yeppp Steve loves red lips😮‍💨

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I love this story!

And it’s do sweet to see the interactions when she’s still a cat 🥹 the sock she gave buck? The little biting with Steve? And just being a typical cat, bossy and everything…love it!

Scrappy

platonic Bucky Barnes x Alpine!Reader Steve Rogers x shapeshifter!Reader

Summary: You transform into a human, revealing to Steve and Bucky that you are not just Alpine, the beloved cat.

part of Companion Animal (see previous or series)

Warnings for mentions of nudity and past trauma (nothing specific), arguing, language (because everyone is in shock), and canon-level violence (toward a bad guy). Angst with a happy-ish ending, since that will be elaborated on later. Zero editing. None of it is strictly not-safe-for-minors, but remember, your media consumption is your responsibility, yours alone, and no one else's. WC 2.1k

You were never supposed to participate, yet here you are chasing a man you know only as “Duplicate” through the woods. Bucky and Steve took off in other directions after what they thought were sole (two) version of the guy, but you have an advantage they do not: you can smell the real Duplicate in a cluster of trees.

You also have a disadvantage: in cat form, you cannot yell loud enough for Bucky and Steve to hear your discovery, and the attempts at crying have spooked the man bolting toward the road. If he makes it there, you suspect he’ll get away, possibly even steal one of your boys’ bikes to do so.

The spike of adrenaline drives you further, faster, harder. You can feel the energy is temporary. You have to stop Duplicate.

Luckily, he’s not particularly fast zigzagging through the trees, so you swipe at his ankles and legs, landing several swats and a bite, but then the cover of forest opens up to a ditch below the north lane of freeway.

One final push, and you have to make it count.

You jump, breathe straining in your lungs, chest tight from fear of failure, fury steadying your claws as they dig into his shoulders, and you pull to drag him down with all your strength.

He crumples with a wail, right on top of you. Between you’re flailing and his, no one manages to get up or out of the lock. It’s a mess of arms and legs, a din of angry grunts and curses, until Steve makes it back to wrench Duplicate off of you and fling him into a waiting left hook of Bucky’s powerful vibranium fist.

Only a few blows later, he’s unconscious, and you’ve scrambled to your feet.

“Oh, OH, shit, sorry,” Steve began to look in your direction, but swiftly covers his eyes and turns away. “I’m sorry, miss. We--we’re here to—did he hurt you?”

Bucky stares openly…at eye-level.

You transitioned from a 16-in long feline with white fur to a woman with no fur.

You’re naked.

“Wha—WHAT THE HELL!”

Steve makes a tutting noise as if Bucky’s forgotten his manners, seems to attempt an apologetic smile your way, and immediately corrects his gaze to the ground again.

With wide eyes, Bucky slowly, carefully, and deliberately says your name out loud. He even repeats it before a dumbfounded “you’re Alpine?”

Steve’s whole body snaps ramrod straight. “What?”

The pressure in your chest swells too big for your ribcage. It hurts. You panic.

They grow taller and taller in your vision, Bucky pleading for you to wait, but when he steps closer, your shaking becomes four legs bolting back to the tree line.

“You know that woman? Did you KNOW ABOUT—“

The screaming continues until you tuck yourself beneath a high root not too far into the woods. You can’t see them, only hear.

“I did not—shut up,” Bucky says to Steve. “I didn’t know, but I recognize her.”

“Buck, you gotta be shitting me. Your cat?!”

“Stop yelling, dude. You’re scaring her.”

“I’m scaring HER?”

The pang bubbles over, so what would be a sob comes bursting out as a high-pitched, pathetic cry, as weak as you felt in human form.

“Yes,” Bucky grits, more vicious than anything you’ve ever heard him say. “You are.”

“I’m sorry,” Steve hisses. “Twenty seconds ago, I didn’t think I’d spent months calling a grown woman ‘babygirl.’ That’s embarrassing…and so insulting.”

“I leave the bathroom door open. How did you think I feel?!”

There’s shuffling as Steve whispers his reply of “that’s just common courtesy, jerk. Why would—“

“I DIDN’T KNOW. Now, just—can you just stay here and make sure this asshole doesn’t—“

“She could be anywhere by—“

“Just do it, Steve,” Bucky grumbles. “We can’t risk him waking up before Containment gets here, and I’m going to go find Alpine.”

“Apparently, that’s not her name,” Steve snips. Footstep crunch through leaves and grass for a moment. “Hey, why have you seen her face?”

“I think—“ Bucky specifies he’s guessing “—her father came by after she ran away. Canvased the whole neighborhood passing out her picture. Actually, he thought she was kidnapped? Maybe?”

“You didn’t kidnap a woman, did you?!”

“No! Of course not. He was convinced she’d never run—ya know what? This is wasting time. I’m—“

You don’t want to be discovered within seconds of Bucky breaching the trees, so you run, hearing, “damn it,” before the footsteps quicken in pursuit.

You race along the tree line until banking a sharp turn to throw him off. For a minute or two, it seems to work. The energy has drained from your body, and you lie down to recover. Your blood rushes past your sensitive ears. That’s all you can hear till…

“Pretty girl, I won’t harm you. I would never harm you.” Stealthy as a ghost, Bucky creeps past the nearest log of deadwood. “I just need to know you’re okay.”

He scans his surroundings before his gaze lands directly on you.

You offer a defiant meow.

“Tired, huh?” He crouches down beside you, his flesh palm landing on your heaving chest. “Your heartbeat is so fast. That’s it. Take some nice, deep breaths. There. That’s better.”

Bucky takes a seat, saying nothing more, just monitoring you, making sure you’re comfortable and safe. He doesn’t need to say anything because it’s clear he remembers your face—your real face—and your story—the version your father tells, at least. Bucky doesn’t give you any excuses. There are no platitudes of ‘everything will be fine’ or ‘all is forgiven.’ After a long time, he simply strokes down your back how he knows you like it.

“Hey, Alpine?”

You side eye him and merp softly.

“Would you like to go home?”

With one last huff and a glance forward, you get up off the ground, grateful his face is not visible from this far below and your own face isn’t readable from that far above. Soon, you notice he’s falling back several paces and turn to tilt your head questioningly.

Bucky points. “Bike’s that way, sweetheart. Is it okay if…I mean, can I just carry you?”

You follow his finger into darkness and dense wood that looks the exact same as everywhere else, realizing you’re lost. You’d be lost without Bucky now in more ways than one.

You stride to his legs and wait to be hoisted through the air, limp and settled automatically, the familiar sweet spot in arms lulling you to rest.

“Good job today,” he whispers. “Couldn’t have done it without ya.”

Out of habit more than choice, you begin to purr, and Bucky scratches between your ears.

“You’d let me know, right? If you didn’t want something? If you hated this?”

You keep purring, eyes shut because it’s too hard to look at him, to see that he knows. You still haven’t made any sort of answer by the time his boots hit pavement.

He stops.

“Alpine, I’m sorry, but you need to use your words. Are you okay?”

A crackling, sad meow escapes you.

“You wanna go back home?”

This time, your chirp is a bit stronger, and you finally open your eyes.

There’s light everywhere, red, white, and blue, flashing endlessly like waves in moonlight.

Bucky swings his leg over his motorcycle and puts you down on the seat, unzipping his jacket as he always does to let you crawl in.

“Wait,” someone calls from all the commotion, and here comes Steve. “You…you found her?”

You scurry to hide, squeezing through the tight leather and Bucky’s rigid side, your feet poking out until you make space. If you thought it was difficult to face Bucky, you weren’t prepared for the sickly surge of Steve knowing what you really are.

“She’s fine,” Buck says simply. “We’re going home.”

“I—I gotta debrief. I can’t leave.” Steve sounds so…broken.

You can’t help but wiggle to get a peek and end up popping up from Bucky’s collar, your ears flattened, looking enough like an alien with fangs that Steve actually smiles.

“Woman, you are not riding like that,” Bucky grumbles.

“Hi” is all Steve manages, but it’s as soft as ever. “I’ll…can I come by later?” His eyes are locked with yours. “I promise I won’t tell anyone. We won’t—“ you feel Bucky’s nod more than see it in unison with Steve’s “—not until you’re ready.”

“Cap! Captain, we’re heading out!”

Steve’s smile falls, and though he’s poised to reply, again he can’t find the words. He only waves and jogs off with his head down.

You slither around beneath the jacket until in your normal spot for riding.

“What’re you, a snake now?” Bucky snorts, playfully adding, “weirdo,” and revving the engine.

This journey home is different. When you first rode the bike with him, Bucky made sure to put a hand under you at every stop, a security check of sorts, and then once you were comfortable, he seemed so proud to have your head poking out that he just enjoyed watching kids and passersby get a kick from it. He doesn’t go full speed this time. The streets are more empty than usual. Bucky doesn’t make to touch you as he stops.

Instead, he motions to this store and that.

“You like donuts? That place is pretty good.”

“Don’t go there unless you want soggy pizza. Way too much sauce. Do not let Steve tell ya different. It’s awful. Man has no standards.”

“Great shepherd’s pie at that pub. We’ll go someday. Goes well with a pint if you enjoy that sorta thing.” He shrugs. “I can’t anymore. Least, not for anythin’ but the taste…”

A clothing boutique shuts off their display lights just as you two zip past.

“Shit, honey, we gotta get you some duds. Tomorrow, maybe.”

You hop down and walk beside him on the way into the apartment, making a b-line for the couch once inside. Pointedly, Bucky sighs, heading to the bathroom, shutting the door very carefully, and cursing several times…quietly.

You’d laugh if you could.

He returns after a trip to the bedroom, a stack of clothes placed in front of you neatly, and he asks if he should give you privacy.

You don’t move from your tightly curled ball.

“Can you control it?”

You just blink.

“Do you want me to stay out here?”

He takes the lift of your head as a ‘yes.’

Bucky sits in his usual corner, rubbing his hands on his thighs awkwardly until he spots the remote on the coffee table.

He shoots you a glance and raises an eyebrow. “Next episode, m’lady?”

When you get up, stretch, and saunter over to him, he swipes the remote and gets comfortable, tipping the blanket off the back of the couch to drape over you.

You watch but hardly pay attention, your head in his lap as you fall asleep.

Your dreams rehash the fight with Duplicate. In one or two reenactments, you purposefully change to human. You’re the one punching him out. You’re the one saving the day. In one or two, Steve looks at you like a goddess, full of awe and admiration. In more than two, he screams in horror, and the last of those jolts you awake.

Bucky may not sleep deeply often, but when he does, his snoring is loud. It’s the first thing you notice, even before realizing it’s your palm pushing up against him to orient yourself.

“Hey, hey, don’t worry.” Steve whispers from at your feet—holding your human feet steady in his own lap. “You’re okay. You’re home.”

The blanket which swallowed your cat form barely covers the length of you now, and you tuck it tightly against your chest, heart hammering to keep you aware. You can feel the shrinking urge, the one that pulls you into a creature of protection, a shielded beast of caution, and it must show on your face. Perhaps your eyes change color or your ears begin to point. You don’t know, but Steve now does.

He slides farther under your legs, reaching a finger beneath your chin. His skin is warm when truly touching yours. You imagined it would be, but you never knew until this moment.

“Stay with me,” he pleads. “It’s alright.”

But what you’ve known from day one—the truth in Steve Rogers’ blue gaze—is that he can’t lie. If he says it’s alright, then it is, and if he orders you to stay…

…then you will.

[Next Part: Cozy]

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A/N: I cried writing this. I was also way too excited to post it, so tahdah, you get more two days later!

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Thank you 😘😘🥰🥰🥰 I appreciate that a lot!!!

Request for a story where Steve hopelessly falls in love with the new hire for the avengers/ stark industries marketing department. So Natasha immediately sets up that she helps him with all things social media

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: It's your first day at Stark Industries...and Natasha seems to notice Steve's little crush on you.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Steve Rogers x SI!employee!reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none I'd say

Keep in mind English is not my first language!

Nervously you entered Starks office. It was your first day at work and you were supposed to come here first. Probably to meet Tony himself-you we're supposed to take care of the marketing department of Stark Industries.

You've dreamt about this since you were in high school. This moment. Entering Starks office, meeting Tony stark himself. You haven't met him, since the job interview was with Pepper-and she was great. Such a friendly and likeable woman.

"Come in, Mrs Y/N", a robotic voice said, after you knocked on Starks office door. Slightly surprised you looked up. Wow. So it was really true-stark had a artificial intelligence in his whole building. Incredible.

You opened the door, a big smile on your face. "Good Morning, Mr Stark", you said while looking at the man mentioned. Your smile slightly fell when you saw the other person sitting in the room in front of Starks desk.

No way.

No fu-

"Cap-Captain-hi-yhm, I mean-Good morning", you said flustered.

Why was he  here? Of course you knew him. Actually you wrote an essay about him in Highschool. And in college.

God. This was embarrassing. You've never had a crush on anybody...besides him. Captain America. Steve Rogers.

Steve seemed to feel pretty much the same. As soon as you entered the room, he blushed. He could feel his whole body being on fire.

Of course Tony noticed this. A smirk appeared on his lips, while he slowly drank a sip from his coffee. "Hello, new employee. I guess you're here to introduce yourself-Y/N, right?", he started talking, while slowly looking back to Steve, who apparently thought the floor must be incredibly interesting, so intense he was starring at it.

You looked back from Steve to Tony. You could feel your cheeks heat up. "Yes, yes that's me. I'm here for marketing department and also the social media for Stark industries?", you asked, since you weren't sure about the last part. Pepper told you this could be a possibility-social media is important for Stark industries and Stark himself-but he wasn't allowed to post anything. It didn't surprise you to hear that...not after the last incident.

Tony nodded, while he gestured you to sit down.

He gestured to the chair in front of his desk.

Right next to Steve.

Oh god.

Deep breaths.

You slowly sat down, giving Steve a small-and tense-smile. He looked away.

Oh wow, great.

"Well, Y/N, Pepper already told me you seemed perfect for the job, so-", the door interrupted Tony mid sentence. Natasha-fucking-Romanoff just entered the room.

Oh god, please no.

A smirk crossed her lips, while she came to Steve and put her hands on his shoulders. "Hi Tony-I think our Gramps forgot he was supposed to train with me", her words made Steve sigh. He was used to the teasing of his teammates. Yet there was something different this time-

A quiet chuckle.

You.

He immediately looked up, which made you look away.

The two of you blushed.

Natasha and Tony noticed your reactions and looked at each other for a moment. Both of them smirked knowingly, while the two of you looked away from each other.  Clueless.

"Well, let's go, fossil or do you need help getting up?", Natasha teased. Steve sighed again and shook his head. "That's I don't need help with getting anything up", his whole face burned. He was mortified. Why did he say it like that? The whole room went quite, while everyone looked at Steve.

Wordlessly he quickly stood up. "We should-training", he mumbled while grabbing Natasha arm and leaving the room with her-the red head started laughing.

As you looked back at Steve, your eyes met. A small smile spread over your lips, before you looked away. So did Steve.

Tony watched the two of you with his eyebrows raised.

He may or may not texted Natasha something about what he saw-of course she already knew.

"So Steve-how's your Twitter going?", natasha asked Steve, while blocking one of his punches. He sighed. They had this conversation way too often. Natasha knew he didn't want any social media-at least nothing as Captain America. Just some small accounts he could use to scroll through Instagram or Twitter, but nothing where he would post. It's just not...him.

Slowly he put his hands down and shook his head. "Come on Nat, we've talked about it. The world doesn't need a...a Twitter account for Captain America", he mumbled, grabbing his water bottle and taking a sip. Unimpressed Nat raised one of her perfect eyebrows. „Whatever you say...Captain Iceberg." A cocky smile on her face. She already had a great idea...

This job was great. You loved it.

Tony was a better boss than the one you had before-and you could actually work in your department and not be the one who brought everyone coffee. That's what happened at your old workplace.

An hour before finishing, Tony came into your small office-which was also new, you never had your own office before. "I have a request for you-the last one for today. Natasha needs some help with a little...social media problem. Could you take a look? I let JARVIS know to let you out on the right floor", he said.

With a friendly smile on your lips you left with Tony your office and went to the elevator. "I'm sure it'll be fun", Tony said and guided you to the elevator with a cheeky smile. Before the door closed you could him hear saying something about...the captains floor? What?

Before you could process everything, the door opened.

You looked straight into the muscular chest of Steve Rogers himself. Slowly you looked up. "Hello Captain", you mumbled quietly, blushing. A small smile appeared on Steve's face. He seemed nervous.

"Hi-what-? What are you doing here?", the man before you asked, while stepping aside, to let you in.

Walking this closely next to him, made your whole body tingle.

Slightly nervous you took out your phone. "Tony told me Natasha needed help with social media? But I think he send me to the wrong floor-I'll call him and-" "Nope, you're in the right place...Natasha did it", he interrupted you quietly mumbling. He sighed. Of course Natasha had to pull something like that.

"She wants me to make a Captain America account on Twitter and Instagram. I don't really need that, but she thinks it could be useful." While telling you this, he put his hand on your lower back and guided you on the sofa to sit. Only a few seconds he realised it. Immediately he withdrew his hand from you, like if you had burned him. Steve could feel his cheeks heating up. God, would this blushing ever stop?

"It's a nice idea. You could use it to spread...awareness, love and important informations, you know? I can help you with making an account...that's kinda my job", you giggled in the end, which also made Steve smile.

Maybe he should give it a try. It had nothing with you to do, of course. But it definitely didn't hurt, that you would have to be here and sit with him for as long as he needed to create the accounts....

You looked at him for a moment. He raised his eyebrows slightly up. Did he had something on his face?

„Your phone“, you said with a slight smile on your face. Steve immediately nodded and looked down at his pants, where he had his phone. His face turned red-or maybe it still was-while he gave your phone over.

The corner of your lips twitched upwards. “Please enter the code and open Instagram, Captain.” “Steve-just-just call me Steve”, he mumbled, while doing what you asked him to do. Once again he gave you his phone.

“Great, thank you, Ca-Steve.”

Slightly Steve leaned over you, to watch you while you…whatever you were doing. You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing while looking at his Instagram account. “Brooklynboy1918? Really, Steve? I can’t believe you have a secret account”, grinning you couldn’t stop yourself from typing in your Instagram account and follow yourself.

Steve Rogers was your crush since Highschool-you would let your chances go by.

You still felt a bit flustered about doing that.

“Let’s…make the Captain account for you”, you mumbled. You could feel Steve lean over you-and it made your heart race. Why did he had to be so close? God it made your whole body tremble slightly.

Steve didn’t even noticed at first how close he was. Not until he could smell your sweet perfume. You smelt so, so good…

Immediately he backed away a bit. God, that was embarrassing. You probably thought he was weird, leaning over you like that.

You tried to not to show how shaky your hands were, while you thought about a Instagramname for Steve’s new account. Yet, it wasn’t easy to concentrate. Steve was just…so close. You could smell his shampoo. He smelled so good…so fresh and clean. You just wanted to bury yourself in his chest. Smell him, feel him…

Slightly your eyes widened when you realised what you were thinking about. “S-so, the account is made. Now let’s…do something about the profile picture. Maybe a picture from the photoshoot you had a month ago?”, you muttered, which made Steve smile a bit. You knew about his photoshooting. It made his heart jump, even though he had no idea why.

Steve nodded. “Yes, that’s a good idea. I liked a few photos from this one.”

It only took a few minutes finding the right photo-and you really had to pull yourself together not to ogle all of his photos you could find on the internet.

“Now to the biography, tell the world something about you, Steve…”

Within half an hour Steve had a Instagram and Twitter account just for Captain America.

And also Steve’s food had arrived, that he had ordered, before he found out you’d come to help him. It was enough for the two of you, since Steve always ordered a lot of food.

“Look, you’re getting followers. Told you it was a great idea. Natasha was right”, you said while taking another bite from your pizza slice. Steve already ate six, while you were at you second-and there were still three whole pizzas on the table.

Leaning back, Steve let out a quite sigh. “Maybe I should’ve done it sooner”, he mumbled while looking from his phone back to you.

Or maybe that was the perfect time to make these accounts. At least he spend some time with you.

You looked at your watch and gasped. “Oh, I should get going. My shift-“ “just stay for a bit longer”, Steve interrupted you.

The two of you smiled slightly, while blushing again.

You liked seeing Steve blush…and you were curious how far this blush could go…

“A bit longer probably wouldn’t hurt”, you mumbled flustered, biting in your slice.

A big smile crossed Steve’s lips.

Maybe he should thank Natasha for this.

Speaking of the devil, a massage brought him out of his thoughts. He looked back at his phone. “Natasha says it’s also important that I make a tinder account? What’s that?”, by the way you started laughing, he assumed it was, in fact, not needed.

He definitely will not thank Natasha for anything.

You but your bottom lip slightly. “Of course we can reconsider a tinder account for you, but…it wouldn’t be necessary if you…asked me on a date instead?” Grinning Steve nodded immediately.

Maybe he could thank Natasha after all….just maybe.

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New perfume

My Masterlist

Summary: you got yourself a new Parfum, after seeing some interesting TikTok…

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A/N: hi:) I’m really sorry for not posting. I can’t promise when I’m gonna update any of my wips, for now I just wanna try to write some short one shots and drabbles again.

Warnings: none? It’s rather fluff, implied smut maybe

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

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After watching a few TikTok’s you couldn’t stop yourself from buying something new.

It wasn’t something necessary.

Not even the slightest.

But at the same time you couldn’t stop your curiosity.

Would pheromones really work like they did on all those TikTok’s?

Would it even affect a super soldier?

Only a few days later you’ve received your package. Just a small little carton, Steve didn’t even ask what it was, being so used by you buying always some random little decor or things for yourself.

Your first thought was to use the perfume immediately-but then you decided otherwise.

You waited till you finally went shopping together, walking along the aisles with scented candles. “Steve could you please go and grab a shopping basket?”, I smiled at him, pecking his cheek. He nodded, immediately grinning at the gentle kiss.

After his back disappeared behind the shelves you took out the little perfume bottle and sprayed the sides of your neck and your wrists, bringing your hand to your nose you’d thought a strong sweet smell would hit you but….you couldn’t barely feel the new scent.

It wasn’t bad, like a simple body mist…you thought It would be better.

Well, maybe you got scammed, maybe you used an untrusted website, who knows.

Just when you put away the bottle Steve appeared around the corner, smiling brightly at you, “here you go”, he grinned, holding out the basked, inside a small plush teddy bear holding a heart with "I love you”. Chuckling you stood on your tippy toes to give him a peck on his cheek and-

He sniffed your cheek. “You smell good”, the bond mumbled, making you smirk. “I’m sure it might be also because we’re surrounded by the scented candles”, you smiled at your boyfriend, not believing he’d smell the pheromones since the smell was too faint in your opinion.

Slightly confused he turned to the shelf, grabbing one of the baby pink candles, smelling it. He repeated this action a few times, grabbing various candles in different colours, with different scents and- he placed his hands on his hips. “No. It’s not the candles”, he leaned down to you again, this time smelling your neck.

“Wow, it’s-wow, new perfume?”, he mumbled in your neck, pressing his nose further against your skin, sniffing you. “Yes, Steve, careful I’ll trip-“, I chuckled when he leaned his body more against you.

“It’s amazing-why didn’t you use it before-“, he was interrupted by his own loud sniffing as he breathed in the smell, grabbing your wrists when you lifted your hand to his face. “It’s with pheromones. I just bought it a few days ago…saw it on tiktok”, you explained while watching him press his nose against your wrist.

“I think I’m getting a boner”, said Steve suddenly, his face turning a dark red as he looked down at himself.

And he was right. He had a big tent in his jeans, “oh god Steve behave yourself”, you scolded him quietly, watching as he grabbed the basket, holding it in front of himself.

“We’re going home-“ “it’ll go away in a few seconds Steve-“, he rolled his eyes at my words. “Yeah I know but I wanna go home. Now. I want us to go home to do things that I don’t wanna say out loud”, he raised his eyebrows, making you understand his intentions. “You’re such a dork-“ “you bought pheromones, what can I say, they’re affecting me.”

Grinning, you walked with him to the exit but before you left, you pulled him to a cashier. At his scolding gaze you shrugged. “I want that teddy bear”, you winked.

Moments later you sat in the car, with Steve in the passenger seat, which was a rare sight.

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New perfume

My Masterlist

Summary: you got yourself a new Parfum, after seeing some interesting TikTok…

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A/N: hi:) I’m really sorry for not posting. I can’t promise when I’m gonna update any of my wips, for now I just wanna try to write some short one shots and drabbles again.

Warnings: none? It’s rather fluff, implied smut maybe

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

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After watching a few TikTok’s you couldn’t stop yourself from buying something new.

It wasn’t something necessary.

Not even the slightest.

But at the same time you couldn’t stop your curiosity.

Would pheromones really work like they did on all those TikTok’s?

Would it even affect a super soldier?

Only a few days later you’ve received your package. Just a small little carton, Steve didn’t even ask what it was, being so used by you buying always some random little decor or things for yourself.

Your first thought was to use the perfume immediately-but then you decided otherwise.

You waited till you finally went shopping together, walking along the aisles with scented candles. “Steve could you please go and grab a shopping basket?”, I smiled at him, pecking his cheek. He nodded, immediately grinning at the gentle kiss.

After his back disappeared behind the shelves you took out the little perfume bottle and sprayed the sides of your neck and your wrists, bringing your hand to your nose you’d thought a strong sweet smell would hit you but….you couldn’t barely feel the new scent.

It wasn’t bad, like a simple body mist…you thought It would be better.

Well, maybe you got scammed, maybe you used an untrusted website, who knows.

Just when you put away the bottle Steve appeared around the corner, smiling brightly at you, “here you go”, he grinned, holding out the basked, inside a small plush teddy bear holding a heart with "I love you”. Chuckling you stood on your tippy toes to give him a peck on his cheek and-

He sniffed your cheek. “You smell good”, the bond mumbled, making you smirk. “I’m sure it might be also because we’re surrounded by the scented candles”, you smiled at your boyfriend, not believing he’d smell the pheromones since the smell was too faint in your opinion.

Slightly confused he turned to the shelf, grabbing one of the baby pink candles, smelling it. He repeated this action a few times, grabbing various candles in different colours, with different scents and- he placed his hands on his hips. “No. It’s not the candles”, he leaned down to you again, this time smelling your neck.

“Wow, it’s-wow, new perfume?”, he mumbled in your neck, pressing his nose further against your skin, sniffing you. “Yes, Steve, careful I’ll trip-“, I chuckled when he leaned his body more against you.

“It’s amazing-why didn’t you use it before-“, he was interrupted by his own loud sniffing as he breathed in the smell, grabbing your wrists when you lifted your hand to his face. “It’s with pheromones. I just bought it a few days ago…saw it on tiktok”, you explained while watching him press his nose against your wrist.

“I think I’m getting a boner”, said Steve suddenly, his face turning a dark red as he looked down at himself.

And he was right. He had a big tent in his jeans, “oh god Steve behave yourself”, you scolded him quietly, watching as he grabbed the basket, holding it in front of himself.

“We’re going home-“ “it’ll go away in a few seconds Steve-“, he rolled his eyes at my words. “Yeah I know but I wanna go home. Now. I want us to go home to do things that I don’t wanna say out loud”, he raised his eyebrows, making you understand his intentions. “You’re such a dork-“ “you bought pheromones, what can I say, they’re affecting me.”

Grinning, you walked with him to the exit but before you left, you pulled him to a cashier. At his scolding gaze you shrugged. “I want that teddy bear”, you winked.

Moments later you sat in the car, with Steve in the passenger seat, which was a rare sight.

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Thank you for reading! Comments, reblogs and feedback are highly appreciated! My inbox is always open, tho I can’t promise when I’m gonna start writing more again<3 but if I’ll like an idea I might check it out and think of something :)

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It’ll include

Reader x Steve Rogers

Reader x Bucky Barnes

Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x reader

Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

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Kiss me when I’m blindfolded

My Masterlist

Warnings: it’s smut, slight spit kink, p in v, unprotected sex, Dom f!reader

Pairing: Steve Rogers x female reader

A/N: hi:) just a (very) short Drabble while I’m trying to fight against my writer’s block, I have to start somewhere I guess

The soft kisses made him gasp quietly, barely audible, but you still heard them. A smirk formed on your lips as you nibbled on his skin, a red mark erupting after a few seconds.

Gasping he balled his hands into fists, he couldn’t even hold onto you, being handcuffed to the bed. Oh but god, he really wanted to. He could feel your breasts pressing against his chest, your went folds sliding along his cock but not letting him in, just teasing.

He couldn’t tell if it was you who was so wet or if it was his pre-cum, Jesus, and only a moment ago he had been asking you if you’d had enough lube. This wasn’t even needed anymore.

A chuckle escaped your lips as you kissed him hungrily, him opening his mouth wider for you to spit inside. Another gasp as you did as he pleaded, not having really expected it with his eyes covered with the silky material.

Another sweet sound when you lower yourself onto his cock, letting him fill you to the brim. God, you could never get used to this feeling. Neither could he.

But instead of bouncing on his lap you sat comfortably, grabbing the vibrator next to you. “You know what I’m gonna do now?”, you asked, turning on the toy. “I don’t know”, was his quiet answer that made you click your tongue. “I’m gonna have fun while you lay here and be useful to me”, you gasped quietly as you pressed the vibrator to your clit, already feeling close.

Sighing you started to move your hips, purely for your own pleasure, grinding against him quickly. “Fuck”, you whispered, sliding his blindfold up, enough to watch you please yourself.

Seeing your face scratch up in pleasure while you chased your high, using him as your plaything was enough for Steve to throw him over the edge unexpectedly- “oh god I’m-“ before he could finish his sentence his cock started throbbing, filling your cunt with his seed. Second later you buried your nails in his peck, moaning as your body trembled from your own intense orgasm.

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