#Muses: Au Steve

[cloudybrews]

Steve was confused. He had no idea what year it was. Already got the last of the stone home.. and now ... He wanted to go back. He wanted to retire but be with his friends. Yet here was standing with most confused expression " Exuse me" he walked towards the reader. "Where... and what Time is is"

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something something rockstar!eddie munson au album photoshoot with steve on the cover

[stellar-solar-flare]

The Literary Universe Of StellarSolarFlare

Welcome to my little library of fanfiction! Please note that my blog is a 18+ only space, and all content is intended for adults only. Minors do not interact - you are not welcome here and will be blocked.

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LATEST WORKS:

Reboot | B. B. | M | fluff, established relationship, 500 words Cinderella Magic | S. R. | T+ | fluff, friends-to lovers, 828 words a 3-sentence fic about Steve being a good dad | S. R. | G showing Nat your Halloween costume | N. R. | T+ tempting Steve at a Halloween Party | S. R. | T+ coming home to Steve after a long day | S. R. | G

Latest Sunday WIP Update: 29th of September 2024.

About my writing:

mostly Steve Rogers x Reader and Steve Rogers x OFC (some Bucky Barnes /Reader and Tony Stark/Reader thrown in too!)

Readers that tend to be described as smart, intelligent, slightly socially awkward types that often have STEM-related jobs in-universe.

romance, romantasy, and healthy relationships, usually combined with an action-adventure plot.

Slow Burn, Protective Steve Rogers, Idiots In Love, Mutual Pining, Forced Proximity, Pretend Relationship, Chosen Family, Fluff & Hurt/Comfort, and Fix-Its.

If you were around during the 'Everyone lives at the Tower' era, I never really left that place: Most of my work takes place in an AU where SHIELD fell right after the events of the first Avengers movie, and something called The Avengers Initiative, funded by Tony and strategically led by Steve took its place.

I am a longfic person at heart. For logistical reasons, my really long longfics live on my AO3 - the links on this list that lead to AO3 have a little (AO3) after them. I don't have plans to post all my past work onto tumblr, but my fics on AO3 are open for guests, and guests can leave comments too. I will also make a post on tumblr when I update a story that is on AO3.

HALL OF FAME - my own favorites!

For Centuries (AO3) | Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader | Explicit

As the only daughter of King Howard Stark of Richford, you have always known that you are expected to eventually enter into a political marriage. When King Howard attempts to save his kingdom by marrying you off to the conqueror of half the world, you accept the responsibility bestowed on you. But as you arrive at the court of Emperor Steven the Righteous to be wedded and crowned the Empress of the Centurial Empire, your husband-to-be is not what you expected.

Reader is the daughter of Howard Stark and his second wife, who is not named or described. This is a 'From Political Marriage to Love Marriage' story, featuring lots of romantasy elements, court politics, and protective, righteous Emperor Steve Rogers. The 'Touch her and I'll kill you.' vibes are strong with this one. The slowest of burns.

WIP - 18/x chapters published.

Astronomical Odds (AO3) | Steve Rogers x Reader | Explicit

When you met Steve Rogers, the spark was definitely there, and the way you two hit off made one thing lead to another. But the consequences of that night will reach a lot further than either of you thought. Because now that you're pregnant - despite the astronomical odds - you and Steve need to navigate the situation after having known each other for exactly one night (and the two and a half weeks he spent off the grid on a mission). That wouldn't be an easy thing to do, even if he wasn't a superhero and you weren't trying to become the next Nikola Tesla (or Tony Stark).

So, people really need to stop implying that this is sign you two are meant to be, because honestly, it's just a mess. And Steve really needs to stop proposing to you.

An accidental pregnancy fic with lots of chosen family themes, and Steve and Reader figuring out each other and the upcoming baby situation. Heavy on romance, fluff, and not only Steve but the rest of the Avengers, too, being protective and caring of Reader, who is a literature nerd studying to be an aerospace engineer. Features some discussion of medical realities of pregnancy, and some supersoldier biology related issues.

WIP - 24/x chapters published.

Brilliant Steel (AO3) | Steve Rogers x OFC, platonic Bucky & OFC | Explicit

The AI Head Strategist, Captain Steve Rogers's world implodes as a wave of inexplicable, supernatural events washes over the globe. The blame is quickly pinned on former HYDRA operatives, the recently de-programmed Sergeant James Barnes among them. With no good options left, Steve and Bucky go rogue in an attempt to uncover and neutralize the threat before it swallows the world whole. The problem: the brilliant mind that might be the key to solving all this belongs to a woman Steve once scorned, and she won’t be happy to find him standing at her doorstep.

In an effort to save the world, Steve and Bucky team up with a woman that Steve once thought would be much more than a teammate. In a universe much more vast and stranger than anyone ever thought, they’ll have to learn to rely on each other — wits and gifts and weirdness and all — to keep said world on its rails.

WIP - 5/x chapters published.

LONGFICS

A Fairytale Of A Disaster | Steve x Doctor!Reader | Explicit

Reader has been stood up by her Valentine's Date. Or has she? Romance, fluff, meet-cute, hurt/comfort. WIP, 3/4.

Equinox (AO3)| soft dark mob boss Steve Rogers x superpowered Reader | Explicit

When you’re caught in the crossfires of a war brewing underground, Steve does what he has to. And as you get pulled deeper into his world, it may very well turn out that starlight can scorch, too. A dark romance story about a woman scorned and a man who is so much more than he seems. WIP, 10/x.

Volatile | Steve Rogers x Scientist!Avenger!Reader | Explicit

Reader has been subjected to an aphrodisiac while on a mission. Steve and the medical team attempt to find a solution. Smut with feelings, eventual fluff, eventual happy ending. Complete, 3/3.

ONESHOTS

(Headcanons and drabbles have their separate list HERE.)

Cinderella Magic | Steve Rogers x Reader | Teen and Up Audiences

The entire thing had been like something out of a movie, starting from how Steve – to you just Steve, one of the regulars at the bookshop you ran – had barged into the store yesterday and blurted out that he desperately needed a date. Fluff, romance, friends-to-lovers. 828 words.

Reboot | Bucky Barnes x Reader | Mature

“Oh, what does the gossip magazine say?” Bucky said as he stalked closer and lifted his sunglasses, revealing his dark eyes. Fluff, romance, established relationship. 500 words.

Warmth | Steve Rogers x Chronically Ill Reader | Mature

Steve is the most caring husband and the best heating pad in the world. Even on the bad days when you don't feel easy to love. Hurt/comfort, established relationship, protective Steve Rogers. 1,771 words.

Worthy | Steve Rogers x Reader | Mature

You and Steve Rogers have been dating for a year. When a journalist is out to get you, you will have to stand together and come out stronger. Romance, angst with a happy ending, fluff & hurt/comfort, protective Steve Rogers. Reader has past trauma and unspecified mental health issues. 2,045 words.

(This list is a work in progress and will be updated as I publish more things on tumblr!)

My taglist is open! Drop an ask / reply / reblog and I'll add you on (must be 18+ to join). Let me know if you'd like to be tagged to all fic, Steve fic, just a specific story, etc.

[golden-ariess]

To The Moon & Back

Pairing: Stalker!Artist Steve

Warnings: Stalking, Manipulation 18+

His Muse Masterlist

| A/N: Surprise, surprise. I had inspiration for the first time in nearly two years. I hope y'all enjoy this ✨

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You read the message again, each word feeling like it was scraping against your skin. How could the person you once loved so deeply become the one you feared most? It didn’t seem possible. You had thought, once, that your love was invincible, that it could weather anything. But Steve’s darkness was something you never anticipated, something that grew in the shadows of his mind until it took over everything else.

You folded the note in half, then again, and tucked it into the side pocket of your bag. You told yourself you’d throw it away later, but a part of you knew you wouldn’t. Even now, when you felt nothing but dread at the thought of him, the memory of who he used to be still clung to you, haunting like a ghost you couldn’t shake.

It wasn’t just the notes, or the roses, or even the sketches—each one more haunting than the last. It was the feeling that he was always there, watching from the distance, just out of sight. You’d feel the prickling of eyes on your back as you walked through the parking lot at night, or the faint rustling of leaves outside your window when you knew no one should be there.

But the worst were the dreams. Dreams where his face would change, morphing into something unrecognizable—twisted, desperate. He’d reach for you, and you’d wake up gasping, sheets tangled around your legs as you fought to break free from the memory.

Once, you had believed in soulmates. Now, you were just trying to find a way to break the ties that bound you to him.

The police had told you that there wasn’t enough evidence to issue a restraining order. The flowers, the notes—none of it was explicitly threatening. “He’s just trying to get your attention,” they’d said. But they didn’t understand the fear that twisted inside you, the sense that each day brought him closer to crossing a line you couldn’t come back from.

You forced yourself to stand, trying to shake the unease that had settled deep in your bones. You had a life to live, a life that no longer included him. The sun was setting, casting long shadows over your apartment, and you decided it was time to draw the curtains, close the door, and block out the past.

But as you pulled the blinds shut, you caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of your eye—just a flash, a movement on the sidewalk. Your breath hitched, your hands froze on the fabric. You peered through the slats, your heart hammering. Was it him, watching again? Or was it just your imagination, playing tricks on you?

You told yourself to let it go. You shut the blinds tight, locked the door, and turned on every light in the apartment. But even then, the shadows seemed to press in, whispering that he was still out there, waiting.

And somewhere deep inside, you knew that the storm wasn’t over yet.

Night settled in, and the apartment felt smaller, the walls closing in as you paced from room to room, checking the locks and glancing at the windows for any sign of movement. You told yourself it was just nerves. It had to be. You couldn’t let him control your life like this, not when you’d fought so hard to get away.

You had left everything behind changed your number, moved to a new city, even deleted your social media accounts. You told yourself that a fresh start was all you needed. But Steve was a shadow that clung to you, no matter how far you ran.

Your phone buzzed on the counter, and you jumped, your heart leaping to your throat. You grabbed it, hands shaking. It was only a text from Rachel, your best friend and the one person who had stood by you when everything with Steve fell apart. She’d always been the voice of reason, the one to remind you of who you were before him.

"Hey, how’s everything? You good?"

You wanted to lie, to say that everything was fine and you were settling in perfectly. But Rachel knew you too well.

"Just another night, I guess. I thought I saw him again. I’m probably overreacting."

She replied almost instantly.

"You know you’re not. He’s dangerous, and he’s obsessed. Just stay safe, okay?"

You typed out a quick response, feeling the familiar ache of longing for a time when things were simple, when you didn’t have to think about locking your doors or feeling your stomach twist every time your phone buzzed. Rachel was right; you couldn’t let your guard down. But the weight of it all felt heavier than ever.

The clock on the wall ticked loudly in the silence of the room. You tried to distract yourself, turning on the TV, scrolling through channels until you settled on an old sitcom—one you’d watched a million times before, back when laughter came easy and life felt normal. The familiar characters played out their scripted lives, oblivious to the messiness of the real world.

You lost yourself in it for a while, the laughter and the bright colors a brief reprieve. But when you reached for your glass of water, you noticed your hands were still shaking. The fear sat there, right under your skin, and no amount of sitcoms or bright lights could chase it away.

Then, there was a noise. It was soft—just a slight scraping sound, barely audible over the TV. You paused, holding your breath, the room suddenly too quiet. There it was again, like metal against metal. You strained to listen, every nerve in your body on edge.

It was coming from the door.

You felt the cold rush of fear, your body going rigid. You knew better than to ignore it. Slowly, you crept toward the door, your footsteps silent on the carpet. The peephole felt too small, like it couldn’t possibly show you the truth of what lay beyond. You hesitated, hand hovering just above the doorknob.

The scraping stopped.

And then, there was a knock.

Three slow, deliberate taps. Each one sent a shiver down your spine. You couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. Your mind raced, a thousand thoughts crashing together. Was it him? Could he really have found you?

“Hello?” you called out, your voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking too loudly would invite something in. No answer. Just silence, heavy and pressing.

You pressed your eye to the peephole, holding your breath. At first, you saw nothing but darkness—just the dim glow of the hallway light. Then, slowly, a figure came into view. A man, standing still, his face obscured by shadows. You couldn’t make out any details, but you knew.

It was him.

Panic surged through you, and you stumbled back, heart pounding so hard you thought it might burst. Your mind screamed at you to call someone—anyone—but your fingers fumbled with the phone, the screen slick in your sweaty grip.

Then, the knocking started again. Louder this time, more insistent. And you knew, deep down, that Steve wasn’t going to leave.

With a trembling hand, you typed a message to Rachel. He’s here. You pressed send, praying she’d answer, praying she’d know what to do, because you were out of options.

The door rattled as the handle turned, and you backed away, feeling the walls press in, the fear tightening like a noose around your throat. Steve’s voice, quiet and low, drifted through the door.

“I know you’re in there. We need to talk.”

You felt the world narrow to that single point, every instinct screaming at you to run. But there was nowhere to go. You were trapped. And as his voice filled the silence, you knew this wasn’t over—it was only just beginning.

You bolted to the kitchen, clutching your phone as you moved. You fumbled to find the knife drawer, hands shaking as you yanked it open and grabbed the first one your fingers touched. It wasn’t much—a small paring knife, its blade reflecting the overhead light—but it felt like a lifeline, a piece of steel against the terror thrumming in your veins.

Your phone buzzed, and you glanced down. It was Rachel. Call the police. I’m on my way. Relief flooded through you, but it was quickly replaced by dread as Steve’s voice echoed again from the hallway.

“Why are you hiding?” he asked, his tone soft, almost pleading, as if you were the one being unreasonable. “You know I just want to talk, right? We need to fix this. I love you.”

The words felt like poison, winding through your chest. You squeezed your eyes shut, leaning against the counter for support. You’d heard those words so many times before, when he still had a hold on you, when you still believed they meant something real. But now they sounded like a threat..

You dialed 911, your fingers trembling as you pressed the phone to your ear. The operator’s voice was calm, clinical, as you whispered, “There’s someone outside my door. I think he’s trying to get in.”

“Stay calm, ma’am. Can you confirm your address for me?” You rattled off your location, the words spilling out in a rush. “We’re sending a unit now. Stay on the line.”

You nodded, even though she couldn’t see you, clutching the phone tighter as you crouched down behind the kitchen counter. Steve was still at the door, his voice a low murmur, like he was talking to himself now. You strained to catch the words.

“…always trying to push me away… like I’m the bad guy…”

You felt the burn of tears in your eyes, but you forced them back. You couldn’t let him see you cry. That was what he wanted—to see you break, to know he still had power over you. But you were done giving him that.

Minutes dragged by, each one feeling like an eternity. You clung to the operator’s voice, her calm instructions grounding you in the reality of the moment. You were no longer the person who used to cling to Steve’s words, hoping he would change, hoping he’d be the man you once thought he was. You were someone different now—someone who had learned to survive.

The pounding at the door grew louder, and you felt the kitchen walls closing in as Steve’s patience ran out. “Open the door!” he shouted, and the sound of his fist slamming against the wood made you flinch. “You can’t keep ignoring me!”

You gripped the knife tighter, crouched down as small as you could, the sound of his rage vibrating through you. You tried to focus on the operator’s voice, the promise that help was coming, that you weren’t alone. But Steve’s shouts filled the apartment, drowning everything out.

A loud crash came from the door, and your heart leapt to your throat. You peeked around the corner, just in time to see the wood splintering under his weight as he slammed his shoulder into it. Fear surged, your mind screaming at you to run, but there was nowhere left to go. You were trapped.

“Ma’am, are you still there?” the operator’s voice cut through the chaos. “Officers are only a few minutes away. Stay with me.”

The door buckled again, the wood cracking. You knew you didn’t have minutes. You had seconds. Steve’s shouts were growing louder, more frantic. You backed up, knife in hand, feeling the walls press in.

Then, a sudden burst of noise—a new sound. Sirens. You heard them faintly at first, then louder, echoing down the street. You watched as Steve paused, his face twisted in frustration as he realized what was happening.

“No,” he muttered, his hands still pressed against the door. “No, this isn’t over.”

But you could see the shift in him, the way he hesitated, caught between his anger and the fear of being caught. The sirens were louder now, and you heard the slam of car doors, voices shouting orders.

Steve turned, and you watched through the peephole as he fled down the hallway. Relief crashed over you, so strong you almost collapsed. You stayed where you were, heart still racing, until you heard the knock on your door—a different knock this time, firm and authoritative.

“Police! Ma’am, are you in there?”

You scrambled to your feet, rushing to the door and fumbling with the locks. You pulled it open, and the sight of the officers standing there—two of them, their hands resting on their weapons—made you sag with relief.

“He was here,” you breathed, feeling the tears finally spill over. “He was trying to get in.”

One officer nodded, stepping forward to guide you out of the apartment. “We’ll take care of it. We need you to stay with us for a moment, okay?”

You nodded, letting them lead you out into the hallway, your legs shaky beneath you. As you stepped out, you caught sight of Rachel rushing through the lobby doors, her face pale with worry. She sprinted toward you, pulling you into a tight hug.

For the first time in months, you felt a flicker of safety, like maybe, just maybe, things would be okay. But even as Rachel held you, her voice soothing in your ear, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t the end.

Because as you looked back at your apartment door, the wood still splintered and broken, you knew Steve was out there. And he wasn’t going to stop.

Long time no see💛. I have so much to catch y'all up on. But in the meantime hit up my ask inbox. I would love to chat ✨

[fizzigigsimmer]

Listening to the platters’ only you and thinking about 50s era harringrove 👌👌👌

Honestly same Anon! Ever since i found that dance video I can’t help but picture steve x billy, at the only diner in Hawkins, splitting a basket of fries and a milkshake. Whenever people ask they say it’s because Billy doesn’t like to “waste” his money on fast food & bullshit, he’s saving up to go to California after graduation, but he doesn’t mind stealing Steve’s food. It’s a game now, how quickly Billy can steal the first sip of Steve’s milkshake before he can stop him. All their friends just roll their eyes. Used to their rivalry and the way they always have to be in competition with each other. It’s calmed down a lot since Billy first moved to town - at least nobody seriously thinks they hate each other. They just have to occasionally remind the other who’s the top dog and neither has noticed that they’ve accidentally become best friends and everyone treats them like a unit anyway. Which is exactly how they like it, because they’ve been secretly boyfriends for months and Steve has the day they’re planning on running away to California circled in his calendar.

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[matchingbatbites]

Part 1

Steve visits Eddie often. He loves being around the other man, loves how kind Eddie is, how funny he is for someone who rules the dead. He seems to love making Steve laugh and is always cracking jokes that send the goddess into giggles.

Honestly, Steve spends more time than he should in the Underworld, but Eddie has so many duties to tend to, it makes more sense for Steve to come to him than the other way around.

It’s nearly a year since he met Eddie that his joy is brought to an end. Steve is summoned to Olympus, is told that his visits are sending the world into chaos.

He didn’t know that traveling to the Underworld would cut the human world off from his magic, that the plants that bloomed with his presence would die off when the connection is severed.

Zeus bans him from visiting Hades, and Steve ignores the smug look on Ares’ face, the pitying looks from Hera and Aphrodite. Not all of the gods are here to witness his humiliation, but there are enough to make him flush with shame, to have him leaving as soon as he's able to.

Aphrodite catches him before he gets too far, her hair and robes both immaculate even as tears stream down her face. “Ares told them where you were going. I tried to stop him, but he’s… bitter. Jealous.”

She takes his hand, holds it between her own. “I can tell that your feelings are true, and that Hades feels the same for you. I wish I could help you, Persephone. You both deserve happiness.”

And like a stroke of lightning, Steve knows what must be done.

He thanks her and leaves Olympus, finds the nearest gate and descends into the Underworld. Cerberus is given three loving pets as Steve passes by, heading to the garden behind Eddie’s home.

The plants have been thriving thanks to Steve’s frequent visits, the flowers are in full bloom and the plants that can fruit are full and heavy with produce. He plucks a pomegranate from its branch, and stares at it as he remembers.

The goddess had found Eddie eating one on his third or fourth visit, and the older had stopped him when he’d gone to grab a few of the seeds for himself.

“You can’t eat anything grown in this realm. You’ll be stuck here if you do.”

Eddie had looked almost sad as he’d said it, and Steve had tipped his head to the side.

“Are you saying you don’t want me around?”

“No! I mean, I would-” Eddie stopped himself, took a breath. “You don’t belong down here. This place is far too dark, too bleak. It doesn’t deserve you.”

And Steve could read between the lines, could hear what Eddie wasn’t saying. He had ignored it at the time, let Eddie be right, but now? Now Steve knows that Eddie is the only one who deserves him.

Call him selfish, but no one has ever treated Steve the way Eddie does, has cared for him so, and he wants nothing more than to spend the rest of his days in the Underworld, side by side with the man he loves.

He tears open the pomegranate as a voice comes from the house.

“Steve? I didn’t realize you were here.”

Steve turns to face him, and Eddie’s eyes drop to Steve’s hands, dripping with red as he holds the fruit in his hands. His face pales and his eyes jump back to Steve’s.

“What are you doing?” he asks, taking a cautious step forward.

“Do you love me?” Steve asks in return. Just seeing Eddie has firmed his decision, and he stands, unwavering as he watches the other man pause at the question.

“I do. More than anything.” Eddie seems nervous, but his voice is steady, and Steve knows he's telling the truth.

“If I asked it, would you let me stay? Let me stand by your side for the rest of time itself?”

Eddie steps closer, now in arms reach. “I would. I would not turn you away, even if it meant my life.”

Steve’s eyes don’t waver from Eddie’s as he scrapes a handful of seeds from the fruit and shoves them in his mouth.

The juice is tart at first, but is followed by a delicious sweetness, something that reminds Steve of Eddie himself, and as he swallows, Steve can feel the shift within him.

Hands grab his face and the fruit falls to the ground as Steve grabs Eddie in return, both meeting in a desperate kiss. Magic flows between them, invisible threads tying them together in a bond so concrete, even the Fates themselves could not cut them.

They pull back after a moment, and Steve’s eyes drop to the red smear across Eddie’s mouth, something that is surely mirrored across his own.

“My wonderful little goddess,” Eddie mutters, awestruck as he places another kiss to Steve’s lips, more tender than the last.

“You're stuck with me now,” the goddess responds, sending them both into giggles, and yeah. It feels good to be selfish.

(Later, Steve will cut a deal with the rest of the gods. He will come back for half a year at a time and tend to his duties, leaving his beloved twin Demeter in charge while he’s gone, in exchange for Zeus’ blessing to have children. Zeus will have no choice but to agree.)

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Tagging @stardustonpages because they respectfully asked for more <3

[blackwood4stucky]

I truly can't help it. I watch stuff and go "ooo stucky au!"

[augustjustice]

Feeling half-naked without his rings, Eddie absently flexed his hands.

...Steve’s hands. 

They were broader than Eddie’s own, palms thicker, fingers longer. He was now missing the calluses that littered his fingers after years of playing guitar, but Steve’s hands were still a far cry from the overly soft, prototypical rich boy hands someone might expect. Instead, they were covered in their own map of calluses Eddie would only be too happy to memorize, rough patches that told the story of years spent on the Hawkins basketball team, and the firm grip that had fought off monsters with nothing more than a baseball bat full of nails. 

Based on the stories he’d heard and the things Eddie had seen himself, he knew all too well that Steve’s hands were weapons.

But they were also the same hands that shielded his friends from danger and ruffled Dustin’s hair, that picked the kids up when they were down and carried Eddie, barely breathing, to safety out of the Upside Down.

It was a painful cliché, waxing rhapsodic about his hopeless crush. Still, as Eddie traced the twisting creases on Steve’s palms–the clear curve of his lifeline, his surprisingly long heartline—he couldn’t help but think that Steve’s hands were…really beautiful.

[imaginedreamwrite]

Picture 8 is so Steve and his muse!

He watched you, studying every feature of your beautiful face while you read. The book was held up above your head, your legs bent and resting against his body in a manner that was both comfortable and relaxing for you, the intimacy extended by Steve drawing his hand up and down your bare thighs.

He enjoyed watching you relax in bed, no pressure or urgency in your day. His schedule was hectic enough, his role as faction leader was chaotic on the best of days and you were his place of peace. When he came home to your in your penthouse apartment above the city, he found quietude and resolution.

“I have to be gone tomorrow, I have to meet a few people, do a few things.” He drew his fingertips up over the curve of your knee and back again, revelling in your soft skin and the eased complacency of your marriage.

Despite it being arranged, despite there being an unforeseen weight behind the ties that brought you both together, Steve was a good husband. He was a good husband and you were an amazing wife, the two of you falling truly and deeply in love with each other.

“Muse,” Steve spoke your pet name, drawing your attention away from the book toward himself, “would you like to come with me? Or do something else?”

“It was a choice he gave her,” you read from the book in your hands, slowly rolling over and switching positions to face him, “and with the choice given, she grasped it in her hand and took the plunge.”

“Is that yes, darling?” Steve enveloped your waist as you laid on his chest, your fingers deftly stroking his jaw.

“I’d love to come with you, Steve. I like being involved.” You nudged his jaw, giving you the perfect opportunity to nestle yourself against him as best as possible. “I’d like to visit the hospital, I want to start working there.”

“Whatever you want, Mrs. Rogers.” Steve squeezed your waist once, and then he yanked the blanket up over your bodies to tuck you both in. “Whatever you need-”

“I want to take a nap.” The corner of your lips twitched, your fingers pawing at him like a cat kneading its bed. “And you’re my bed.”

“I’ll lay still then.” He angled his head to kiss your head, whispering sweet endearments into your hair.

[builder051]

Whumpmas in July 2024 day 7: Favorite whump fic

I have a solid number of favorites. If you go to the desktop version of my blog, there’s a tab called Hall-o-fame. Clicking that should take you to a list of links to other Tumblr posts and AO3 stories that I find especially well done (as suited to my interests; it’s not a be-all-end-all grading system or anything.)

That said, there is one fic that has captured me since the moment it appeared on AO3. It treats Stucky in a stand-alone AU setting, and it effortlessly draws the reader into the narrative without any need for background information. There illness; there is angst. There is drinking; there are consequences. There are troubled relationships; there are serious conversations. It’s a Steve-caretaker and Bucky-whump fic with cameos from Natasha and Sam. To me, it’s perfect.

(As many of you know, @mohini-musing is my significant other, but this story predates our relationship by about a year. We were casual writing buddies for quite some time before things got serious. This story shot straight to the top of my reading list before I knew who was behind it.)

I hope you love it too!

[auwuli]

Eddie Munson drinking an iced latte with his name written on the cup, a little heart drawn over the i by coffee shop owner Steve Harrington.

Steve is genuinely flabbergasted that a man this beautiful actually exist. He keeps starring and messing orders up.

"Robin may be right... Because I kinda feel a whole lot gay right now."

As for Eddie, he is trying his hardest to look alive and not stare back at the absolute smoke show that is the barista behind the counter.

"Be cool Munson! For once in your life! Is he still staring? Shiiiiiiiit. Look smart, be pretty! Don't mess this up or I'll kill you! Yeah, kill myself whatever... You heard me!"

[cloudybrews]

Starter for @c0mplex-heroes  Steve nearly tripped into out of the portal. he wouldn't leave his dauhgter. He refused. A grin on his face as he spots her. "Maggie" he calls out warmly.

[tearsoftime0086]

trying to write but being distracted by the mental image of Steve dual wielding lugers in front of Chris, who's trying so SO hard to teach proper gun handling and safety

[stellar-solar-flare]

I have this idea floating around in my head. A sort of a modern version retelling of For Centuries but not an exact same plot and no fantasy elements.

Reader is either a royal that's not the heir apparent or simply a super rich old money heiress, and a soft dark no powers Steve Rogers is the leader of a mob, known for his ruthlessness and his strategic intellect. He blackmails Reader's family into them arranging a marriage between him and Reader, presumably for the connections and the money she and her family have. She doesn't want to, but she doesn't really have an option.

But when Reader spends more time with Steve, she realizes that this doesn't seem like a man who would force someone to marry him. Why, then, would he do something like this...?

I don't know what will come out of this and when or if anyone would be interested but it's been occupying my brain recently.

[apocketfullofmuses]

@halliwellauto | sent: 00:00:00 (for bucky and steve)

The fact that Bucky and Steve's counters had both hit zero when they met as kids was something they'd had to hide - having another boy as a soulmate back then wasn't something that would be accepted; and both boys having another counter was just as unexpected. Because the numbers on each of their wrists were different, it was easy enough for them to assume that their other counter had been a mistake, and their real soulmate's were still out there, though neither boy truly believed it was a mistake - and they'd never seen a counter with numbers as long as theirs before.

Once they'd both ended up in the twenty first century and found each other again, their ideas about their soul counters had changed; not only was it completely normal that two guys could be soulmates, they'd heard of others having more than one counter, too - they'd even met other soulmate polycules, some even numbering four or five. Their numbers - both on their right wrists - had also synchronised, ticking down every day. On this particular day, the super soldiers were doing a little Avengers outreach work for charity; they were being introduced to a group of local business people, one of them being a pretty brunette mechanic. They both felt it at the same time, that telltale tingling feeling in their wrists that they'd felt once before.

Glancing at their wrists, neither was surprised to see that the counters had hit zero. With slightly awestruck smiles, Bucky addressed the woman they'd just been introduced to. "We've been waiting a really long time to meet you, doll."

[pcrfectstorms]

[ @kingsnackgsnack gets a modern tattoo artist eddie au starter ]

eddie loved his job, he's been at this studio for a few years now, build up a little reputation for himself, had a steady stream of regulars and his books would always be booked out for months in advance, he'd came along way from the shoddy stick and pokes he'd done on himself in high school. he had a new client on his books today for opening up, let his receptionist to do paperwork before introducing himself, oh and she brought a boyfriend, cute -- eddie didn't mind, first timers often brought a partner with then.

"hey! robin was it? nice to meet ya, know we talked on the phone but not the same right? so we're doing a little tarot card today? if you're good with the design i'll get it printed and we'll get ya up on the bed, your boyfriend coming in with ya?" he asks, eyes running over to steve, who was sitting anxiously in the waiting area. real pretty boy, he thinks, wonders if he has any ink himself. the girls happy with the design so they make their way into his room and he tells her to make her self comfy while he prints out the stencil. so it turns out he isn't her boyfriend, interesting -- so free game to flirt, and he does. "so, pretty boy, you got any ink?" he asks without looking up, eyes laser focused on the job at hand. "body's a canvas baby, everyone should have a little ink, but maybe i'm bias, is my livelihood after all." eddie jokes, pausing to wipe away the excess ink, he looks up and winks at steve.