#Stever Rogers fic

[notyetneedcoffee]

Kinktober 2023

It's been so long. I know. I've been neglectful. Haven't I?

Well, I'm back and feeling as kinky as ever!

I have loads of good stuff for you. Bucky. Steve. Bucky AND Steve. Geralt of Rivia. And maybe a surprise or two...

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It's good to be back!

[caplanbuckybarnes]

Steve Rogers Drabbles & One Shots

updated October 20, 2024 - added Take a Chance on Me & One Life to Live

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Always Be My Baby || Summary: Knowing Steve's history and his old way of thinking about premarital pregnancies, you're unsure that he'd be elated at the news of your own pregnancy.

Always Be Yours || Summary: While Steve's away on military leave, he still finds a way to show that he adores his woman [ao3]

Birthdays and Pizza || Summary: you’ve no idea what to do for Steve’s birthday in a city infested with mobster crime.

Caught Up || Summary: a day of baking turns into a day of hiding from the government.

CheaterCheaterBestFriendEater || Summary: After you'd gotten drunk with Tony one night when Steve was away on a mission, you never expected to be heartbroken I the morning.

Cookie Jar Thief || Summary: who could say no to a face like that?

Daddy's Pissed || Summary:Steve comes home from work happy until he receives a phone call from work.

Dirty Little Secret || Summary: Pretending to be disinterested in your arranged marriage? Easy Peasy lemon Squeezy... right?

Divorce in the Morning || Summary: He never wanted to leave you, but you gave him little choice in the matter when you destroyed your family

Divorce Papers || Summary: being the wife of a playboy millionaire boy toy wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.

Do You Love Me? || Summary: You finally confess to your best friend that you’re in love with him, after weeks of sleeping together.

Dressing a Pirate || Summary: Pirate Steve knows you can always help patch him up when he's hurt.

Drinkin' Problem || Summary: Steve gets as drunk as he’s able after the loss of you.

Empire Ashes || Summary: the pair of you watch as his empire burns to the ground, vowing to destroy the enemy.

Family Affair || Summary: Imagine mob boss!Steve letting you stay with him when he finds out his enemies know about you

Flames in Love || Summary: Thanos knows exactly how to destroy you.

For the First Time || Summary: You didn’t believe you had a soulmate, until the Mobster King Steve Rogers walked into your bar.

French Fries and Bruises || Summary: Dating the town's palyboy wasn't easy. But it was a dream come true for you. After all, who wouldn't want to date the most popular guy in town? He was handsome, and funny, and could be quite the tiger i nbed... however, he wasn't exactly an honest man... .you'd only hoped that he would be differnet with you.

Just Once || Summary: You locate the culprit who is smoking in your bookshop.

Late Night Escapades || Summary: After your boyfriend goes away on a business trip, you knew you'd never spent the night by yourself.

Lie to Me || Summary: Life isn’t always so dreadful and distasteful.

New Hope || Summary: You confess to Steve you're pregnant.

One Life to Live || Summary:  Steve comes home from a bar fight.

One Night Stand || Summary: you avoid Steve after having a one night stand with him.

Poison Pen Letters || Summary: an incident involving tripping the Brooklyn King’s henchman causes your family secrets to be aired out in the open. When the Mafia king gets your attention, will you take his offer of romance?

Political Cheats || Summary: Steve catches you cheating on him in the shower with your daughter’s teacher

Pretty Lies || Summary: you’re terrified of Steve finding out that your carrying his child.

Returning Kisses || Summary: After one too many nights of hearing Steve bringing home company, you decide you can't take it anymore.

She Will Be Loved || Summary: After months of being away out to sea, Steve finally arrives home to you

Sleepover Troubles || Summary: Steve’s still having nightmares over the death of his daughter

A Splash of Luck || Summary: It was an ordinary day in the life of Y/N. She was a renowned Photographer, until she visits Rome for a client. Little had show known, this client was none other than the famous model, Steven Grant Rogers.

Take a Chance of Me Skinny! Steve Rogers || Summary: Steve visits the Metropolitan Museum of Art on 5th Ave. in NYC and meets you there.

Trust Me, Okay? || Summary: you were no longer afraid of riding with Steve

A Trusting Moment || Summary: you were working in your dress shop when your favorite pirate comes in for some patch work of his own.

Under the Stars || Summary: You and Steve spend time together star gazing.

What About Now? || Summary: The nicest people have the darkest pasts…

[late-to-the-party-81]

Clowns to the left of me, Jokers to the right

AN: Have a silly little ficlet that fills my last June-iverse space and an adoptable from Stucky Bingo.

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Summary: Knife thrower Bucky is just trying to practise with his act mates. What he doesn’t need is Nat and Clint speculating about what has made Trapeze artist Steve move stiffer today.

Relationships: Knife Thrower Bucky x Trapeze Artist Steve

WC: 1k

CW: Modern AU, Circus AU, Top Bucky, Bottom Steve, Light Bondage, Flashbacks, Secret relationship.

Bingo Fills and Challenges:

@stuckybingo - May Adoptable: “Have you done this before?”

@buckybarnesevents Into an alternate June-iverse - C4: Circus AU

Thunk!

The handle of the knife vibrated where it was sticking out of the target board, a scant half inch from the top of Natasha’s head. The redhead herself was totally non-plussed, her attention focussed not on either of her act partners, but on the rehearsal that was happening up above them all.

Bucky snorted and rolled his eyes at her blasé attitude and threw another knife which found purchase in the wood between her outspread fingers. Beside him, Clint was checking the fletchings on his arrows.

“You really should be paying attention, Nat,” Bucky grumbled. “What if you need to move at the last moment because my aim is off?”

“That has never happened and I doubt it ever will,” Nat replied, her eyes still on the aerial artistry that was holding her focus. 

Bucky couldn’t really blame her. It was amazing the way that Sam, Steve, and now Peter, flew through the air, almost as though they had wings. Sam and Steve had been working together for years, honing their performance as trapeze artists, with Peter recently joining them permanently after years of diligent training in and amongst his performances with the Clown troop.

Just as Bucky was about to throw his next knife he saw Nat’s eyebrows draw together. “Is it my imagination or is Steve looking a little stiffer than usual?” she asked.

Clint pulled his gaze from his beloved arrows and craned his neck. “Maybe he pulled a muscle or something?” 

At his words, a memory from the night before flashed before Bucky’s eyes.

The muscles in Steve’s arms strained and his chest heaved. His signature white vest had been pulled up to reveal his sculpted pectorals and was now tangled around his wrists, limiting his movements. One of Bucky’s knives was thrust through the wadded cotton, pinning it, and Steve, to the wooden tent support behind him, leaving the blonde trapeze artist totally at his mercy.

“Maybe Brock finally wore him down?” Nat mused and Bucky blanched at the thought. 

“I don’t think so,” he countered, hoping that his voice sounded merely conversational. “Steve’s been quite vocal about how he isn’t interested in Brock. He isn’t one of Brock’s lions to be tamed.”

Steve was trying so hard to keep his vocal responses as quiet as possible, but all those little moans and whimpers that spilled from his lips as Bucky explored the expanse of his chest with his fingers, lips, teeth and tongue were like music to his ears.

“Have you done this before?” Bucky’s voice was low and husky and he knew there was no way he was disguising the hunger in his eyes.

“Yes,” was Steve’s breathy response. “Give it to me, Buck. I won’t break.”

“Who was he hanging out with last night?” Clint asked.

“I thought it was Thor, Carol and Val? Maybe they finally succeeded in luring him to their bed?” Nat stepped away from the target and pulled out Bucky’s knives one by one, handing them to him as they switched places. 

“Maybe he tried lifting one of Carol’s weights again?” Clint pulled on his bow string, warming it up, before notching an arrow and loosing it. Bucky felt the breeze from it pass his left ear before he heard it imbed itself.

“Well he is strong,” Nat responded, “but not like them. He’d be better off sticking to aerobatics.”

Steve’s legs were wrapped around his waist, and Bucky pressed as close in as possible as they kissed, their teeth clashing. With his hands he held Steve up as they rutted against each other.

“Doesn’t seem to be affecting him too much though, if he has hurt himself,” Clint stated before loosing another arrow. 

Bucky cast his eyes upwards to watch as Steve, hanging upside down from one of the trapeze swings by his legs, reached out and caught Peter as he was thrown from Sam’s grip. Everytime he watched them his heart was in his mouth, which felt ridiculous considering the act that he was involved in was equally as dangerous. Peter’s former act mates stood manning the ropes of the safety net, ready to let it down at a moment's notice if anyone fell into it. The thunk of another arrow, landing between his spread legs, the flight feathers kissing his crotch brought Bucky’s focus back to where it should be.

“He seems as flexible as normal. And look at his glutes!”

Steve was almost folded in half, his legs over Bucky’s forearms, as Bucky held on to his glorious ass and fucked into him, delirious with pleasure.

“Down boy,” Nat chuckled as Bucky moved away from the target, Clint taking position ready for Nat to practise with her throwing stars.

“‘M just saying,” Clint replied with a shrug that was almost ill-timed. “It’s not like you can’t not notice Steve’s ass. Although Sam’s is definitely a close second.”

“You’re quiet, James,” Nat observed with a tilt of her head. “Don’t wanna speculate as to what made Steve walk with a limp today?”

Under Bucky’s gaze, Steve bit down hard on his lip and the fabric of his DIY bondage started to tear. Steve’s muscles flexed even more and then he was coming, his cock spurting between them as his body pulsed and squeezed around Bucky’s cock. Bucky threw back his head, letting go of his control, and filled Steve up.

Bucky snorted derisively. “I’ve got better things to do than get involved in gossip. Why don’t you ask Wanda? Isn’t she supposed to be the mind reader?” Nat opened her mouth to reply but at that moment the trapeze trio all jumped down into the safety net and Joaquín, Kate, Yelana and Miles hastily lowered it down. Making use of the distraction, Bucky decided to make a swift exit. “See you guys later. I got some stuff to do.”

Clint looked at Nat, confusion writ on his face, but then Steve passed them with a preoccupied expression, having excused himself from Sam and Peter.  As if a light bulb had gone off, Clint said “They’re fucking aren’t they?”

Nat smiled, knowingly before she threw her second star. “Absolutely.”

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[smolvenger]

i know u have been feeling stressed and hopefully this might make u feel better but for a request steve rogers x reader and theyre on their honeymoon

Hi there nonny!!!

Awww, I love that! Steve is the sweetest cinnamon roll so of course we have to write it!!!! This is so sweet, I have to!!! I hope you like it and it's accurate enough, it's my first time writing for him!

No warnings, just tooth rotting fluff!

Honeymooning with America's Ass, Steve Rogers, would include...

Poor boy has never flown before so you have to arrange the details. Once you are packed up and ready to go, he is fascinated by a modern airport. You have to hold his hand so he doesn't get lose because he likes looking in all the shops and different restaurants!

You finally get in and he gets nervous when the plane takes off so you laugh and hug him. You go "darling...you fought Red Skull, but a plane going up makes you scared?!" teasingly and kiss his cheek.

It's a long flight so you show him how to watch movies and play games on the little device thingies that are on airplens and he stays awake the whole time playing on it.

So then you guys...spend the honeymoon in ITALY!!!!

You go around to see such tall, ancient buildings. Far more ancient than Mr. Brooklyn has ever dreamt. At one point, the tour guide calls this building young since it was built in 1673 and he just stares dumbfounded!

But Steve would pick up Italian quickly. He likes calling you Italian terms of endearment like "mia/o carino/a" or "mia/o angelo/a" to make you smile.

Of course, he has to start the day by cuddling you! Though he is too excited to get up and can only take so much cuddling- like an excited puppy!

He remembers enjoying Italian places in Brooklyn when his mom and he would go to celebrate something. So he loves trying Italian cuisine. Telling you stories about his mother- and about how much she would have loved you.

He always holds your gelato like a gentleman <3 As tempted as he is, he never takes a bite of yours, he wants his new spouse to enjoy them.

However, at one point, a pickpocket creeps by you and grabs your wallet. You let out a shout and gasp as he breaks into a run.

Boy did that asshole make a mistake considering your supersoldier hubby.

Steve just fucking BOOKS IT. The pickpocket turns around and gasps. He tries to run, but Steve gets closer to him in a few steps and decks the guy until he falls easily, kicking him until he's flying like a soccer ball through the air. He then grabs your wallet throws the pickpocket to the cobbled ground and returns your wallet.

You go to all sorts of incredible art museums. Steve himself loves to doodle and when you take sitting breaks, he tries to make little copies of them. You put his hand gently over his and lean into his cheek as he does, holding his free hand.

Of course, since a lot of Italian people tend to have darker hair, they make huge eyes at his blonde locks. Some even try to flirt with him, but he quickly pushes them aside to give you a hug or flash them the new wedding band, assuring you with small kisses. There are smiles and looks of jealousy- the incredibly handsome blonde man is your husband and yours alone, as you are his.

He talks to and befriends everyone. Old ladies in cathedrals praying and kissing their crucifix necklaces. Children running around streets and jumping sunburnt into the sea. Fellow tourists in wide hats and billowy shirts. Chefs of mom-and-pop shops with rosy cheeks and loud, boisterous voices and stories in every dish.

It only makes you love him more.

[steviebbboi]

Red (Chapter 02)

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Original Female Character

Summary:

Eleana Harlow (Ellie) is an Enhanced Individual turned Avenger. She's also Steve's everything. She just doesn't really know it yet.

Warnings: non-canon, slight canon divergence, sorta established relationship, OFC has powers and is POWERful, enhanced!reader, protectiveSteve!, softDom!Steve, steve and OFC are intimate, angst, eventual smut, friend(ish) to lovers, mentions of mental health issues and PTSD, mentions of dissociative episodes, mentions of violence/death but its not too explicit. (* indicates chapters containing smut)

Would love some feedback, and any reblogs and comments are appreciated! MINORS DNI - DO NOT read unless you're 18+ thank you!

DISCLAIMER NOTE:

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Chapter 02. Fire Hazard

“Well, took you long enough. Was about to send the Iron Legion on your ass for that core spike. But most importantly, to check on my coffee.” Tony piped as she exited the elevator into the common space of the tower. 

Ellie rolled her eyes and replied, “Stark, even if you did send the Legion, they would’ve only found me reducing my core temperature. Like I was trained to do, remember?” The latter half of her inquiry laced with sarcasm. 

The team knew that she was more than capable of managing her heat spikes. The StarkWatch was programmed to alert everyone on the team when her core temperature went over the regular temperature of the human body. In a normal human’s case, it would be 98.6F. In Ellie’s case, her threshold stood over 110F. 

Ellie’s time training with SHIELD involved intensive mindfulness breathing exercises and various other grounding skills to be able to manage her own body temperature. She understood the power of breath and how she uses it determines how she regulates not only her body, but her mind. A necessity for an Enhanced individual like Ellie. 

In that moment, Ellie thought back to how a former SHIELD therapist once described it within a written profile and scoffed to herself. “The Enhanced individual requires down regulating skills due to their reported extensive trauma history and poor ability to control stated Enhancements. The Enhanced individual is recommended weekly psychotherapy, physical therapy, and pyro-kinesthetics training. The Enhanced individual is not currently recommended for field work. Further to be assessed.” 

Ellie darkly chuckled to herself quietly at the morose characterization. “Well, he wasn’t wrong.” 

Tony took his coffee from her outstretched hand and said with a more serious tone, “That StarkWatch is there to save lives, Dante. Not just theirs, but yours. Like it's trained to do, remember?” 

Ellie smirked at the attempted joviality, “Yes, I know, Stark. Don’t get all weepy on me now.” She did appreciate how Tony and the others cared about her. Despite her own self-loathing, she wasn’t an apathetic monster. Far from it, she enjoyed being needed, especially knowing that her team trusts her to watch their back- as she does them. It helps her heal.

Tony chuckled and whatever tension that was there had left. “Not a chance. My tears would disassemble the team once they realized it would heal the world. Figured that we still may need your fiery goddess-like powers to put out some flames.” 

Looking behind you, he smirked dramatically, “Ah, incoming- here comes a hazard now!” Recognizing his less than subtle warning, associated with the familiar loud footsteps, Ellie sighed deeper and cringed. She turned around knowing exactly what to expect.

In all his stature and glory, Steve Rogers was a commanding force in every room that he entered. Standing tall at his full height, shoulders back and broad, his handsome face slight with a frown - he walked towards Ellie with intention in his dark gaze. He was wearing his training gear and exuded power and a determined energy. Ellie clamped her lips together before she let out another exasperated sigh. “Why does he have to look so good during moments like this?” she annoyingly thought to herself. 

“Friday, you were supposed to let me know when to clear the room! ” Ellie whispered angrily to the ceiling.

“Apologies, Agent Harlow. Captain Rogers had overridden your command after your last core temperature alarm.”

Ellie sighed and rolled her eyes, “Of course, he did.” She whispered now to herself. Looking at Steve’s face as he got closer, she can see that he also didn’t appreciate the secret command that she gave to Friday should this ever happen again. 

“Steve, you already know–” she began to explain. It was always like this when her heat spiked. With the notification going to every member of the team, she was always met with concerned check-in’s from her friends. The captain, however, always came in with concern and frustration. As team leader, Steve didn’t particularly enjoy it when one of his teammate’s were in danger, to others or themselves. More specifically, Steve didn’t like knowing that Ellie was in danger, period. 

Steve interrupted her before she could even start to console him. “Ellie, I know that you know what to do should your temperature ever spike. But this is the fourth time this month. It used to be once every six months. I let you avoid it the last time but not anymore. What’s going on?” He stopped in front of her with his hands on his hips. Now that he was closer, she could see more worry in his eyes than anger. 

He resembled a scolding figure if she ever saw one. Her frustration peaked when she felt her initial intention to dismiss his concern had now disappeared when she noticed the sincerity of his inquiry. She knew that the super soldier was just looking after her. The first time that her core heat had risen over the past month, concern was there but was dismissed due to the fact that it had historically spiked sporadically. But then it happened again the next week. And then the following week. And then today. 

Ellie knew that the episodes were triggering it. It was almost the anniversary of the incident, and she knew that the episodes were frequent when it was coming close to the date. She just didn’t like to admit it because she should have been healed by now. She shouldn’t be this impacted by it anymore. 

In her own head, now paired with the guilt for making the others- Steve, worry, Ellie frowned and put her hand to her furrowed brow. A headache brewing out of frustration with herself. She let out a heavy sigh that carried weight that the super soldier could understand. 

“Hey,” Steve implored softly and gently gripped her arms. “We’re just worried about you, Red. You know that you can tell me anything.” 

At his touch, Ellie flushed and her entire body seemed to relax before she could even consciously recognize it. The brewing headache seemed to dissipate. His words washed over her with a familiar nurturing comfort that she always received from Steve. 

Red. A name that only Steve was allowed to call her. Barton tried to call her that once before when they were on the quinjet on their way to a mission. The long, silent look that Steve sent him was intimidating enough to quiet the whole hull. It was an instantaneous reaction and she didn’t think that Steve even remembered doing it to this day. But that was the last time that anyone had ever attempted to say it. 

Ellie let out another sigh and admitted with closed eyes, “The episodes…they’ve been more frequent the past few weeks.” A burning discomfort floated back into her body as she confessed. 

Steve caught Tony’s eyes behind her and the tech genius only pursed his lips in understanding. His usual quipped humor silenced, he took his coffee and left the room. Giving the two remaining Avengers the privacy that even Tony Stark could recognize and respect. 

With the two standing there in a muted silence, Steve broke it by squeezing her arms gently. At the additive touch, her eyes opened. Brown eyes filled with sadness and resentment matched a bright, soft, and caring blue gaze. “The anniversary is the beginning of next month.” He stated, understanding laced in his tone.

Ellie trusted, respected, and cared for all of her teammates. Her gratitude extended from the very first time that she had ever met them, worked with them, and gotten to know them. It’s only been 3 years since she officially joined the Avengers team but it felt like decades. When you go through these missions, these intense and traumatic world-shifting events, you’re going to learn all that there is to know about respecting life. And the members on the team understood that and each other in ways that nobody else ever could. 

But Steve– oh, Steve. He was a man out of time. He understood more than anyone what it was like to have had, to take, and to lose. Family. Friends. A first love. Just like she did. Through his transformation, he had to find himself again in the purest, but sometimes, most painful of ways. He had to learn to adapt to a new world. Just like she did. She and Steve were able to understand each other in ways that the other team members couldn’t. And that wasn’t an observation, nor was it a cold or isolating fact. It just was. 

This connection brought them closer over the years, and maybe in ways that the other team members could observe, and the two people in question couldn’t. 

After the mention of the anniversary, Ellie released a relieving breath. Her breathing skills now kicked in as she forced herself to regulate. She never felt more vulnerable than whenever she had to talk about the incident. Even with Steve.

Noticing this, Steve knew that it was his cue, and rubbed his hands over her arms slowly. His thumbs slowly circled her soft skin at the same time. He took the next breath with her.

“That’s it, Red. You’re okay.” He whispered and brought her closer to his chest. Their height difference put her forehead to perfectly land just underneath his collar bone. Appreciating the co-regulation, Ellie felt her hands grip Steve’s biceps in attempts to continue grounding. He was her rock. A domineering but calm force that she knew would help her move through her symptoms. 

It was like that for a couple of minutes. Steve kept whispering his reassurances, I’m with you, Red. You’re okay, El. All the while, she put her entire weight on him, her hands that were gripping his arms now tightened as she finally broke down. She didn’t want it to get to this point. She felt like a burden to the team, to Steve, and a burden to herself. But relief was all that she felt. To be able to just cry and not be judged for it. To hug someone and to feel them hug you back. It’s what she needed, and Steve gladly gave it to her.

Now hugging her to him, Steve readjusted their position and now had one arm around her waist, rubbing circles on her back. The other hand resting on the back of her neck underneath her hair. Ellie gripped the back of his shoulders like a lifeline. It always feels this intense, for some reason. It’s almost as if the incident happened just yesterday. 

A minute or two passed and Ellie’s soft sobs quieted down into short sniffles. Steve took this as another cue to check in and put enough space between them for him to catch her eye. He kept his hands around her waist and neck, prepared to bring her back in closer to him should she still need him to do so. 

Even though her eyes were now shiny, red, and slightly puffy, Steve’s empathy shined through as he met her calm and content gaze. “Hi, there.” He offered with a small grin. 

Ellie sniffled a little before returning his smile with a genuine smile of her own. “Hi, Steve.” Finally coming back into herself after a much needed emotional release, she detached herself from Steve. Not completely so but just to rest her hands on his chest while his shifted down her back. 

“How do you feel?” He asked with concern still apparent in his voice. She nodded her head slightly and said, “Better.” He softly grinned and let out a good while his right hand left her waist to caress her cheek with the back of his fingers before putting her hair behind her ear carefully. She smiled more at the care through his actions. 

Unbeknownst to Steve, he was gazing at her with a look that she will never tire of seeing upon his face. While they were always close, physical signs of affection took time to foster between the two. Ellie flushed and smiled slightly every time Steve either caressed her cheek, stroked her hair, gave her a hug or rubbed her arm, or waist. But she never denied it. She welcomed his touch happily and appreciated the soft gaze that was associated with it. 

Ellie liked to believe that his gaze held something more than just a quick look. She would like to believe it's because he saw her as more than a teammate, or even a friend, caring for another. It was personally nurturing, protecting. A softness that only seemed to be reserved for her. Naturally, it felt intimate and romantic - the way that he would look at her sometimes. He never seemed bothered by it after he initiated it, nor did she call him out on it. If she had to continue to take from him- soft touches and protective gazes she would blissfully take from Steve. 

“You can’t let yourself bottle it all in, Red. Dr. Winsherr said that the episodes will never really just fade away. No matter how much time has passed, with PTSD, it will take its time.” Steve said to her gently. Ellie looked down at her hands on his chest and let out a reluctant but agreeable mhm. She often dismissed her own mental health for the sake of her having to prove that she was strong enough or tough enough to handle her symptoms by herself. She knew it was futile to avoid her problems, but she was still working through accepting her post-trauma experience.

“Hey, you with me?” Steve nudged and squeezed at her waist again to capture her attention. Snapping her eyes from his chest to meet his, she nodded and affirmed. “I’m with you, Steve. I know. It takes time.”

Ellie knew. Of course she knew. And she knew that Steve knew because he still experiences his own episodes from time to time. Naturally, the Star Spangled Man with a plan was naturally more adaptive than she was and was able to practice his acceptance skills more easily. He still has his moments where he reverts back to the plane crash, feeling the cold water envelop his frozen body but conscious mind, or to witnessing Bucky fall to his death. Those were moments that she was there for him though. And she gladly gave just as much Steve gave today.

“Right. Do you have an appointment scheduled with Dr. Winsherr yet?” He prodded gently. He didn’t want to push her but he knew that in moments like this, therapy could offer her a space that maybe he couldn’t. 

She recognized his prying with a cheeky grin but appreciated him asking, nonetheless. “Yes, Mother Hen, I have it scheduled for next Friday.” Steve jokingly rolled his eyes at her quip and gave her one last squeeze on her hips before letting her go. Ellie also dropped her hands from his chest reluctantly, already missing his firm embrace. 

“Good. I’m glad. You know that all we want for you is to feel capable and to protect yourself. Those alerts happen for a reason, you know.” He continued on. Now she jokingly rolled her eyes and said, “Yeah, yeah, yeah. The StarkWatch is there to protect others and myself, blah blah.” Echoing Tony’s earlier sentiment back to Steve.

“Protecting others means us too.” Steve caught and spoke firmly. “If anything happened to you, Red…” he paused and continued with a darker tint to his gaze, “I’m not sure what I would do.” Her eyes widened a bit at the sudden vulnerability. It’s not because he was saying that he was scared of her, or merely worried about his team’s safety. But, because he was scared to lose her. This was a first for the both of them, to be so honest about where they stand in regards to how important they were to each other. It was mostly shown through actions. But this was through actual words.

“ Steve…” That was all Ellie could breathe out. The roles reversed and now Steve flushed, almost as if he didn’t even catch what he said until he saw her reaction. “We would all be lost without you, Red. So just make sure that you take care of yourself, okay, can you do that for us?” For me, was underneath that request. 

Ellie noticed the shift of energy and desired to cling onto it for another second. Taking a risk, she replied, “I can do that, for you, Steve.” 

Steve’s breath now hitched slightly at her response. It was exactly what he wanted to hear. His eyes grew warmer as he looked down at her. It was quiet between them now. Until Steve reached out once more with his right hand to caress the very same cheek that he had just a moment ago. She met the movement with her own by leaning into his hand until he was able to cup her cheek completely. 

“You know that we’re going to have to talk about this sometime, El." Steve whispered with his face closer to hers. Their faces were so close that they could feel each other’s breath on their skin. 

“Talk about what?” She whispered back, mesmerized by his blue eyes, her gaze still on his as she felt his other arm go back around her waist to pull her body closer to his. She hooked her arm underneath his again to clutch onto the back of his shoulder. Her other arm went around his waist to anchor herself to him. Their embrace was so intimate that there was no mistaking the energy in the room shifting into something different. Something new. 

“You know what, Red.” Steve said with a knowing tone. His nose softly nuzzled her own as her eyes unconsciously drifted shut at the sultry tone of his words. His lips were so close to brushing hers. She could practically feel his lips on hers. Almost anticipating it. 

Of course, again, Ellie knew exactly what Steve was talking about. Their increased physical contact also initiated something new between the two Avengers. An intimacy. A romantic energy that was so charged that it made Ellie’s blood rush and pool to her heavy beating heart, and to other parts of her body that were just criminal. Her body ached with a charge that she knew only Steve would be able to satiate. 

It began six months ago when they returned from an intense mission. It was a particularly rough mission. Ellie had to use her powers, which was not worrisome of course. What was worrisome was that she had a harder time pulling back on this mission. 

Her abilities included being able to absorb, manipulate, and manifest fire. She could not only generate fire from her own body, but she could also smother them. However, the use of her powers always came with some cost.

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think about me

pairing: professor!steve rogers x black!fem!reader summary: there's just something so very familiar about professor rogers' voice and you're determined to confirm your suspicions.

wordcount: 3.6k warnings: rated M for mature. minors dni. spicy language and explicit talk. power dynamics (professor/student). age gap (not specified, but reader is a college senior (22-ish)and steve is about early-to-mid 30s). housemate!sarah (she's younger here so aj isn't born yet). pet names (sweetheart, pet, good girl). not beta'd (that's a warning in itself). let me know if i missed any! dedications & credits: so this is my first posted piece of writing in like 2 years 😭 and for a completely new fandom (as is everything else i plan to write on this blog). i'm dedicating it to @tulipsbymybed because she gave me the inspo for this about a month ago when she posted about soundgasm being down. i was like "what is that?" looked it up and yeah, got inspired. originally planned to have smut in it but my rusty ass gave in before that point so maybe next time (: divider and banner by: me

"girl, listen to this."

pushing back in your rolling chair, you moved to give your housemate sarah space as she grabbed one of the earbuds from your outstretched hand and popped it into her ear. thumb tapping once on the space bar to press play, you lifted your gaze to her face, gauging her reaction. after a beat, she looked at you, brow raised.

"okayyy. it sounds like a boring ass class lecture."

chuckling, you shook your head for a second before nodding. "right, so now listen to this."

middle finger on the trackpad, you paused the recording and switched tabs, queueing up a different audio. you returned your attention back to sarah's face just in time to see it change completely. from open curiosity to complete shock and maybe even a little scandalized due to the rating of the content flowing into her ears. brows furrowing then stretching to a high raise, her head tilted slightly from one side to the other before she pulled out them out.

"okay, now that's some straight up porn. the hell you got me listening to?"

dodging her playful swat, you laughed, letting the sound build up from your belly, spilling between glossed full lips, hand reaching to pause the audio again.

"you don't think they sound like the same person?" you asked, ignoring her question as you got to the point of the demonstration.

squinting her eyes, sarah looked to the side as she ran the voices back over again in her head.

"play that first one again." you did, the baritone of professor rogers' voice softly bleeding out from the headphones, slightly distorted the further in distance. "hmm, yeah i guess they do sound ali- hold up? are you sayin' that's one of your professors?"

lips rolling in slightly, you gave a wide, closed-mouth smile, the corners of your eyes creasing as you nodded. 

"he only started at vbu last year, but sarah, if that's who i think it is, that man's voice has brought me to some of the best orgasms in my life for the past...what? 2, 3 years now?" you estimated.

"even while you were with..."

"especially while i was with..." you trailed off, the both of you holding strong to leaving the names of your exes in the past with person they belonged to.

"ho-ly shit," sarah breathed out in syllables, as much disbelief in her voice as you were feeling.

you shook your head, thinking back to the first day of script writing class a handful of weeks ago, where unanimously-dubbed finest professor on campus, and the newest, steven rogers stood up in front of a classroom of thirty people and introduced himself in the same sonorous timbre as the voice that you brought yourself to climax just twenty-two hours before. you had made the connection almost instantly, but refused to allow your mind to keep the link. 

there was no way this army captain veteran with a medal of honor, a cannes film festival award for best screen play, and a goddamn heart tremor was an audio porn narrator. no fucking way. and it was dangerous to even let the idea fully form in your mind. 

but then the weeks continued on--as did your solo sessions--and eventually you started to pick up similarities between the way professor rogers and thenomad7418 pronounced certain words. thus came the idea to record and compare.

which is exactly where sarah found you after her getting in from her shift at a local nursing home. 

"soooo...you gonna fuck him or what?"

snapping you head up and to the side, you gave her a look questioning her sanity. 

"bitch, what?"

"i mean, you doin' all this for what? shits and giggles? you already know he can get you off with just his words and the sound of his voice. time to see what else dat mouth do."  she shrugged a shoulder before turning back towards the door, walking away as she spoke. "bye. i'm gonna go pick up my child now." 

throwing up a peace sign without even looking back, she left you to simmer in her words of wisdom.

there was no way you could fuck your professor. right? like, there were literal rules about that sort of thing...wasn't there?

you probably should've been ashamed about the length of time you spent typing away into the search engine of both the university's website and the general internet, trying to see just how far the legalities stretched. you probably should've been putting all this effort into his assignment that was worth half your final grade, but there were more pressing matters at hand.

according to the many sources across the net, it was heavily frowned upon and considered especially unethical for a professor to sleep with their student.

however.

it wasn't illegal. 

so as long as professor rogers was willing to risk his job and the respect of his colleagues, the overall institution of higher education, and most-likely his family, all signs were a-go.

the question was: were you actually going to make this information useful? and if so, how would you go about it? hell, were you even sure this was thenomad7418?

an alarm pinged on your phone, a reminder to submit your first ten pages of your assigned twenty-page script for review, gave you an idea. fingers flying across the keys, you located the file and began to type away at your new edits, only pausing to queue up one of your favorite audio posts from thenomad7418 and pressing play. 

it was risky, but it would confirm whether or not professor rogers had a secret online hobby and if he did, would also let him know you knew while putting the ball in his court in a way that would hopefully have than his balls slapping against your court. 

from: steven.rogers@vbu.edu

subject: CONFIDENTIAL

good afternoon,

i am writing to inform you that you may have completed an academic offense of plagiarism on your 10-page draft submission. under the university's undergraduate and graduate academic integrity policy, it is my duty to meet with the student and investigate the situation prior to elevation to higher channels such as the provost and ultimately, the president of the university. i refer to you verona bay university's academic integrity website: www.vbu.edu/academicintegrity. 

as you know, this week marks the beginning of our new class schedule that will run for the entirety of the second half of the semester, our normal thursday evening class being replace with optional office hours with me for further help and guidance on the final assignment. in order to refrain from further disruption to the learning environment, i am inviting you to meet with me at my office this upcoming thursday during the normal class hours and newly allotted office hours of 7pm to 9pm to discuss this matter. please let me know as soon as possible if this works for you as well as your expected time of arrival so that i may reserve the timeslot in your honor. 

attempts to avoid attending the meeting or ignoring correspondence will be considered as evidence towards your case, should one be created against you, and brought in front of the university's academic board. should this situation be escalated to additional parties, a copy of this letter will be submitted for ascertainment as well.

sincerely,

steven rogers,

adjunct professor, english department

what the actual fuck?

"alright, now as you all know this is the first day of our new schedule, meaning there's no class this thursday or any thursday the rest of the semester."

a few classmates took the opportunity to let out a few whoops and though the reminder of "this thursday's" importance made your stomach turn, you couldn't lie. the idea of being free thursday nights brought a smile to your face. 

"now, don't get too excited. i want you guys to use this free time to work on your scripts and take advantage of my open office hours, okay?" his gaze swept over the class pointedly, as if trying to instill the advice through his eyes. "i'm holding that time specifically for this class so be wise with your time. don't waste it because you won't get it back."

he paused for effect before continuing on, scuffing the bottom of his dress shoe against the tiled floor as he turned in his slow pacing. 

"one final thing before you go."

the start of his sentence prompting the sudden scrapes and paper-rustling as you and your peers took it as a sign to pack up.

"i'm grateful for the few of you that took the initiative to turn in your 10 pages early even though they aren't due until this friday. for those that haven't turned in your assignments yet, i just want to reiterate that i will not accept plagiarized work. not only is it against school policy, but it's also against my own personal moral code."

shame burned in the pit of your belly as professor rogers basically called you out without slandering your name out loud. you hesitated in putting your notebook into your bag, wanting to glance over your shoulder from where you're hunched, but instead deciding to keep your head ducked. 

"the some of you that have turned your assignments early, please check your emails. it seems as if there are a few of you that need to schedule a meeting with me to talk about your submission."

this time you did look up at him, watching as his eyes bounced non-committedly around the room as he spoke, his final words breezing through pink lips when his eyes locked on yours.

baby blue burned into dark umber, capturing your gaze until he chose to break it, looking away. feet continuing in its movement, he crossed towards his desk, reaching over to tap a key on his laptop with a dramatic flair, effectively disconnecting his device from the projector.

"class dismissed."

for as bold of an idea your plan originally was, you couldn't lie and say you weren't nervous, knee bouncing as you sat on the couch in the small lobby of the english department's offices.

since it was five minutes to 7:30pm, the time of your schedule meeting with professor rogers, the offices were empty. all except for one, the bright light of your professor's office providing additional illumination to the moderate space through the half-way open door. 

you had been there for ten minutes now, not wanting to add tardiness to his already tainted opinion of you, but any time you thought about getting up to get this whole ordeal over with, the knot in your stomach tightened you into submission on the plush cushion of the loveseat.

a stray cough sounded in the silence of the room, slipping from behind professor rogers' open door, breaking your thoughts from their stream of rumination. 

fuck, did he know you were here this entire time? well, that's embarrassing. 

wiping your hands on your thighs, smoothing the fabric, you released a deep breath. the worries, the stress, the possible outcomes floating around in you mind space, pushed out of your current consciousness with one long silence expel of carbon dioxide. you rose to your feet, body moving on autopilot towards the gapped door.

you stuttered a knock against the wood, pushing past the cracked barrier at his immediate "come in."

his office was more spacious on the inside than from where it seemed in the lobby, tucked away in the back corner. angled gothic-style windows adorned the far two sides of the room, carved crown molding in a dark cherry wood wrapped the perimeter, matching bookcases braced tall along the walls, filled with literature, interlaced with personal trinkets.

even in his short time of employment at the university, professor rogers had run out of space for his books, neat and haphazardly stacked piles littered the back wall, awaiting a proper home.

several feet from the farthest wall of windows sat the man in question, tapping away at a laptop that sat on his busy desk. 

"you wanted to see me, professor?"  you prompted, shoes glued to the floor where you stood, the open door not too far from your back. 

the steady clickity-clack of fingers on keys didn't pause as he glanced up at you. you weren't sure if you imagined the way his eyes swept over your frame, especially with how quickly his gaze moved back to the illuminated screen in front of him.

"yes, please come in, shut the door, and have a seat. i'm just finishing up this email."

he motioned first towards the door then the two chairs that sat facing his desk with one hand, the other and eyes still trained on their current task.

okayyy, you mouthed to yourself, turning on your heel to pushed the door closed before moving take a seat, placing your bag in the empty chair next to you. 

time seemed to slow down as you waiting for him to finish. his fingers barely paused in their typing, only in occasion as you assumed he was reading over what he had just wrote.

you studied him, the frustrated indent between his brow, the neutral down turn of the corner of his lips, the minuet movement of blue irises as they danced along, typed sentence by typed sentence. 

the resolute stream of the keys lulled your anxiety into false security, pressured tempo of your heart calming to an even hammering before hiccupping in its stride the second professor rogers' gaze lifted to meet yours.

locked and loaded with emotions and intent you had yet to decipher, professor rogers' hands reached up to close his laptop before lying flat on the desk as he pushed himself to stand.

"shall we get started?" he asked, brow quirking as he slow stepped around his desk.

shifting forward in your seat, you licked your lips nervously, mentally queueing up the bullshit apology and excuse you had worked on all morning.  

"professor rogers, first, i want to apologize for w--" 

he held up a hand as he settled his against the front corner of his desk, effectively cutting you off mid-script.

"i just have one question for you." you nodded eagerly, curiosity pushing through the mental anguish. "how long have you known?"

wait, what?

head crooking back slightly, you gave a long blink, trying to process the curve ball query he threw in your direction.  

"i-i'm sorry?"

"how long have you known that i'm thenomad? were you planning to blackmail me or something? because i promise you, sweetheart, i can give you many reasons why you'd come to regret it."

there was a darkening to his gaze that seemed to add to the glaze that already started to cover your sex the minute he told you to come in.

you weren't sure if it was a natural response your body had developed through years of listening to that baritone bring you beyond insanity, or if it was because this man truly measured up to his on-campus secret moniker of being the most attractive man employed. 

it didn't matter if his words were probably hinting at something along the lines of an academic suspension and a report to the appropriate authorities, repercussions that seemed more aligned with what you knew of his professional life and apparent morals. an oral history of his dirtiest desires were seared into your mind, making the immediate interpretation his threat something a little more filthy.

a small smirk curled on your lips, the anxiety about academic penalties giving way slightly to the ultimate satisfaction of being right. 

"actually, i wasn't entirely sure until i got hit with that plagiarism email the other day, which was fucked up by the way."

"language," he chastised, arms folding across his chest, a sigh releasing from his chest. "but that is a relief. i may have been a captain, but i never really liked doling out unnecessary punishments."

pulsing in your panties, you wondered what actions he considered catalyst for such corporal punishment and how soon you'd be able to pull it off. your gaze drifted over his chest, tight knit of his sweater stretching across the muscles he seemed to be maintaining well post-military career.  

the clearing of his throat snapped your attention back to his face as he spoke again. 

"however, that does bring me to another question." shifting his weight, he settled further into his seat on his desk, legs crossing at the ankle.  "how long have you been a fan? because that little dialogue you wove into your project--which you'll need to resubmit by the way--was a little over a year old."

a bashful tingle danced along your cheekbones, fingers twitching in your lap as you fought the desire to cover your face.

it was one thing to be bold in your lust in the privacy of your apartment, but speaking to the man in which you were a lustful fan of, him questioning the depth of your desires, had you flaming from the inside out.

if it weren't for the blue flames blazing in his eyes, the slight but evident bulge forming in his dress pants, you would've felt alone in your interest.

"i might've found your page back during freshman year," you said.

"and you're a senior now?"

"yes," you breath out, voice carrying on the air softer than expected.

a hum vibrating between closed lips, the blond stood from his half-seated position, shoes sounding measured steps as he moved to stand behind where you sat. your eyes followed him until he was out of sight, your head unturned.

"and did i make you feel good?"

his question was unexpected, but your pussy clenched all the same, thick thighs rubbing together in an automatic search for succor. mutely, you nodded, head ducking slightly, demure in action.

"i can't hear you, doll." the rasp of his voice sounded in your ear, his warm breath curling around the shell of it. nose nuzzling the soft skin tucked behind the lobe, he continued to speak. "did your needy little pussy get wet at the sound of my voice?"

fuck, this man was going to ruin you. you already knew what his voice did to your through the audio distortion provided by today's current technology.

but to hear it in its truest and rawest form, a gruffer vibrato that his normal class lecture voice lacked, it only fueled the fires licking their way up your spine.

"yes," you answered honestly. there was no turning back now, no more hiding behind the anonymity of your a generic username and profile picture.

"mmm, i'm not gonna lie; i like hearing that i've been making you cum since before you've even met me."

he straightened up, the distance between you two giving you the space to let go of the breath you had been holding. the growing tension didn't so much as break as it did shift, given room to breathe like wine poured into a glass.

you changed a glance at him over your shoulder, plump bottom lip caught between your teeth as you drank in the new adjustments to his outfit he was making.

suit jacket tossed onto the spare chair, deft fingers unbuttoned and rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt back, revealing a fine dusting of hair along his brawn forearms before traveling north as did your gaze.

a throaty chuckle drew your attention from the loosening of his navy tie to the smirk now playing on his lips. busted.

"enjoying the show?" feeling bold, you nodded, teeth dragging off your lip as your released it. "well that's too bad because i feel like i'm the one overdue for a performance."

"uh..." you turned back around in your seat, bashfulness tempering the steaming swirl of your sacral.

sensing your apprehension, professor rogers stepped close to you again, hands resting on your shoulders as he leaned in, voice back in your ear where you loved for it to be.

"don't go shy on me now. it's nothing you haven't done before. i'll even provide the soundtrack."

strong hand smoothed up and down your arms, the feeling of his lips pressing kisses against your clothed shoulder soothing the shyness into submission.

eyes locked on his traveling hands, your breathing hitched when they reached your thighs, soft cotton of your knee length skirt sliding sensually against your skin.

"don't you wanna be a good girl for me? a good girl for your professor?"

it seemed as if the moisture in your mouth had dried up, choosing the sweetness between your thighs as its new home. unable to form words, you nodded. the skirt paused, bunched in his grip from where it slid higher up your thighs.

"all my student speak up in class, don't they? unless you want me to spank that clit until you can remember how to use your words."

"yes, god yes." you confessed, hips swiveled and bucked against the cushion, searching for friction.

professor rogers' chuckle sounded in your ear, saturated with desire as he displayed amusement in your desperation.

"don't worry. i'll take care of ya. right after show and tell. you show me how you cream those pretty fingers of yours and i'll tell you exactly how good you look taking my dick."

the skirt pooled at your waist now, fingertips creating choreography on your bare skin. "now open these sexy legs for me, sweetheart."

as if they were his to control, your legs fell open, breathing becoming more labored as his hands made a seamless transition to your inner thighs.

"oh ho-ho, who knew you were such a teacher's pet?"

his fingers softly kneaded the muscles there, lightning current traveled the expanse of your body, limbs shivering as a wave of promised pleasure triggered your senses.

"show me you can be a good girl and touch yourself for me." 

[inevitablysomber-dark]

Can I request a dark Steve x Reader, total smut? He's her coworker and is always kind of bullying her for her appearance and making her feel bad about her mistakes, and the whole office is in on it, even her boss. She has to work late and ends up crying at her desk, and he takes the opportunity to jump her bones.

Sheeps Clothing

I would like to apologize for this story being so long, I saw it last night and started working on it this morning, on my phone. Up until I got home, and when I looked at the file on my computer, it was like 1.8k words.

Warning: Non/Dubious Consent?, workplace harassment, power dynamic, MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. MINORS DNI

Summary: You try to get away from Steve, but you don't even have a chance.

"Jesus!" Someone exclaimed 

You look up to see who said it.

"What the hell are you wearing?" It was Steve, and he was speaking to you

You look down at your outfit, a long flowy dress with puffy sleeves covered in a floral pattern.

When you look back up at him, you don't have a chance to say anything before your desk mate, Hailey responds.

"Hush, you know she lacks fashion sense."

"But this is atrocious.” he grabs the loose bow at your neck and flicks it."

You're surprised by his proximity and jump, causing your chair to push backward as Steve steps back, letting you fall to the ground on your side of the cubicle. 

"Geez," he says

When you look up, he's standing over you, a nefarious smirk splayed on his lips, amused by your embarrassment. 

It takes a little longer to get up than you hoped, especially since Steve insisted on staying in your way.  

Once you've managed to get on your two feet, you dust yourself off and make your way to the bathroom, doing your best to slide past without touching him. 

When you finally get there, you can feel your emotions surfacing, and you take a few breaths to calm yourself. 

There was a data analyst position; Mindy, your supervisor, said that you were a shoo-in, so you applied with her blessing and reference. Since it would be in the same building, the commute would be the same, and the best part is you’d finally get away from Steve and all his little lackeys. 

You were expecting to hear from them today, so you had no plans to let Steve bother you with his shenanigans. You compose yourself before returning to your desk, ensuring your demon has left your station. 

***

Throughout the day, you’re checking on your emails, dodging Steve, and somehow managing to complete your tasks. Around 2:00 pm, you finally get a message from human resources with the updates for your job application. 

Good Afternoon Y/N,

Thank you for applying for our job opening. Unfortunately, we cannot continue your process due to an incomplete resume. We have decided to pursue other candidates that more closely meet our needs. 

Thank you for your consideration, and we wish you success in your career pursuit.

You were confused. An incomplete resume?

You go back to your file to review said application. As far as you can tell, everything has been completed, so you decide to go to HR in person to ask what is going on. 

“It looks like your reference letter was never sent in,” the lady behind the desk said 

“What?” you asked 

“Yeah, you completed everything on your end. Your supervisor or manager just didn’t send in their reference,” she says 

“ Well, what if I get her to send it in today?” you ask, swallowing a croak.

“Unfortunately, all necessary positions are filled. However, if you are still interested later on, keep track of position statuses on the site for employees.”

“Thank you,” you say as you leave.

 

What else could you say? Mindy had sworn to you that she would get your reference in as soon as possible, and that was two months ago when you first applied for the position. 

You head to your floor, intending to speak with her as soon as you get there. She knew the reference was an essential part of the process. It was a rule that only applied to employees in the same company looking to go to a different department. 

It was an opportunity you’d missed not because of your negligence but someone else’s, not just anyone, but someone in a position of power. 

You were heartbroken. 

When you finally got to her office, she was on the phone, but you waited because you needed to know why she didn’t send in something so important.

When she finally got off, you pounced.

“Hey Mindy, I just received a rejection for the Data Analyst position,” you stated 

“Oh, sweetie, I’m so sorry,” she says. “Welp, better luck next time.” 

“Well, they said they didn’t get my reference….” You paused to give a pointed stare “from you.”

“Well, I can’t just put my name on anything. You know, I do have a reputation to keep up.”

“ I’m one of your best employees.” You state, “I keep up with all information going in and out of this department, I make all the data more digestible, I keep up with everyone's schedules to optimize work efficiency” your voice began quivering as you got louder and more 

confident 

You give so much to this department just for Mindy to stab you in the back and say that you weren’t worth it?

“Well, since you do so much for this department,” she stands, walking toward you with several manilla folders in hand, “Why don’t you digitize these files for me? And maybe next time, I’ll think about giving you a reference.” she hands you the folders and walks back to her desk. 

When she notices you still haven’t left, she waves her hand at you. 

“Goodbye.”

You walk away defeated. 

What are you going to do?

***

It's the end of the day, and you’re working like a madman trying to digitize the files Mindy gave you. 

You thought you had time to complete them. Unfortunately, Mindy conveniently left out that some of them needed to be in the system before a specific deadline. 

So here you were, 8 pm, still trying to put all the information together and organize them accordingly, and you still had to be at work early the next day.

When you paused to read the time, you felt a stiffness in your throat, and your eyes began to water so much you could no longer see what was on your computer screen.

The despair became so overwhelming that you could no longer concentrate. You broke down at your desk, thanking the heavens that no one was there to see you be pathetic. 

You cried harder. 

You didn’t like your coworkers, they were always so mean and dismissive towards you, and Steve only worsened the situation. You just wanted to start over somewhere else, with a different group of people that didn’t know you. 

“Why are you crying?” you quickly look up, and there he stands, a frown on his face as if your crying had bothered him. 

You quickly wiped your tears, as best as you could, before getting up and attempting to run to the bathroom. However, Steve grabs your arm before you can get two steps out of your cubicle. 

“I’m talking to you,” he says, his voice firm and unwavering. 

You yank your arm from his grasp and find your way to the lady's room. 

The tears just won’t stop. They were relentless as you grabbed some paper towels and started running water. 

A loud thump startles you as you try to clear away the day's heartache. Of course, Steve is standing at the doorway, staring you down as if you’d just offended him. 

“What do you want?” you ask, not wanting to deal with whatever offensive joke he has ready to throw your way.

He doesn’t say anything initially, as if he were thinking it through. But with a raise of his eyebrows, he asks:

“What’s wrong?”

“Like you care,” you respond.

He walks up to you and slowly backs you into the corner of the sink, his usually cheerful presence becoming intimidating.

“Try me,” he says

His challenge confounded you. Thinking he wouldn’t care, in your vulnerable state, you share what happened, minus the part about wanting to get away from him. He does something unexpected and pulls you into a hug.

You’re shocked by the sentiment at first, but you find yourself cautiously relaxing in his arms. He pulls away and carefully tilts your head back to wipe the tears from your eyes and push your hair from your face. 

“That’s nothing to cry over, and you’ll have plenty of opportunities to move around different departments,” he says 

It was oddly comforting, but something still felt off. 

It wasn’t till he pressed his lips against yours that you understood why. You tried to shove him off you, but he only seemed more determined as his tongue invaded your mouth. 

You bit his tongue and slapped him, desperately trying to gain some 

control of the situation. 

His face was perplexed. 

“Well, I didn’t expect that,” he says “looks like the kitty has some claws,”

He turned your body so that your back was facing him, and you felt his erection pushing up against your ass. 

“Do you feel that?” he asks. “That’s all you. It’s always been you,” he whispers the last part before nipping at the junction of your neck. 

He pulls your dress up, and you try to pull him off, but he grabs your neck and squeezes. 

“How about we behave like a good girl and put your hands on the sink?” he says, “Or I can choke you till you pass out and do as I please then.”

You do as he says 

“Good girl”

He pulls your panties down to your hips and moves his hand across your bottom, a deep groan filling his throat, satisfaction purring in his chest. 

You hear a zip and shuffling before you feel his cock pushing against the cleft of your ass. 

You couldn’t believe this was happening, a sob escaping from your chest. 

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I don’t plan on going in tonight,” he pushes his member between the apex of your thighs so that it is snug between your lower lips. He groans again, moving his hands to your waist. You shivered at the contact his tip made with your love button, unsure of what his plan was.

He grips your waist, moving his cock back and forth between your lips, every movement dragging against your clit, causing a slickness to form and coat his manhood. When there was enough lubrication, he began picking up speed, moving faster, digging his nails into your hips. 

You’re driven over the edge when he pulls you closer to his chest, cupping your breasts in his hands. As your body slackens, his pace quickens, trying to meet his end. 

No more snide remarks or comforting words, just grunts and whimpers between you, racing to the finish line of ecstasy. 

When he finally does, he finishes over the crotch of your panties and pussy lips. He takes a moment to catch his breath, and when he pulls out, he lifts your cum covered panties over your ass. 

“Just a taste of what’s to come,” he says, gently caressing your crotch. He walks away, fixing his pants, and a chuckle leaves him as he exits the bathroom. 

What just happened?

[justagirlinafandomworld]

I saw Stace @princessmisery666 made a masterlist of all her fake fic title requests and was inspired to do the same! Thank you, Stace! 💕

I reblogged an Ask Game awhile back requesting for you to send in some fake fic titles that I would then create a blurb, drabble, or one-shot on what that title inspires.

Y'all were awesome in sending some in and while I've still got a few titles in the inbox, here is what I've written so far!

Steve Rogers

Set Fire to the Bed | 133 words. Angst w/ twist ending. requested by @princessmisery666

Sam Winchester

What More Can I Say? | 486 words. Idiots in love. requested by @ princessmisery666

Splash | 356 words. Silly fun. requested by @hoboal87

Dean Winchester

Rules and Roses | 117 words. Angst w/ UST. requested by @deanwinchesterswitch

Bravery in the Depths | 314 words. Idiots in love. requested by @ deanwinchesterswitch

Sam Wilson

What You Gave Me | 144 words. Fluff. requested by @ princessmisery666

Titles Coming Soon!

Before It's Over requested by @ deanwinchesterswitch

His and Her Rules requested by @ deanwinchesterswitch

When The Wind Blows requested by @ princessmisery666

Young Bride w/ Dean Winchester requested by anonymous

and much, much more!!!

Feel free to send more in!

like the dividers? check out @firefly-graphics for loads more!

My Main Masterlist

[gotlostonmywayhome]

Title: Trying not to lose my sensibility Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Word Count: 6.5k Tags: Omega Verse, Omega/Omega Relationship (Eventually), Steve Rogers/Brock Rumlow, Bad Boyfriend Brock, Alpha Brock Rumlow, Omega Steve Rogers, Omega Tony Stark, Breakups, Pining, Friends to Lovers

Summary:  In the weeks leading up to his heat, Steve rethinks about his relationship with Brock. And his fading friendship with Tony.

Written for @stonylovessteve and @iam93percentstardust

Trying not to lose my sensibility is available to read on AO3!

[mthofferings]

Lalaith Quetzalli

See Lalaith Quetzalli’s existing works here and here.

Preferred contact methods: Discord: lalaith_quetzalli Tumblr: lalaithquetzallicaresi

Preferred organizations: - Anything from the list of approved organizations

Will create works that contain: My main interests are for fix-it fics, either canon divergent, or those that change something pre-canon and it spirals from there. I'm also fine with genderbending and crossovers. Happy endings, hurt/comfort, angst, time travel.

Will not create works that contain: Tragedy, Tragic or unhappy endings, Major Character Death, Non-con, Infidelity, Graphic Abuse, No powers AUs, Team Captain America. Stever Rogers as a main character.

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Auction ID: 1083

Will create works for the following relationships: Loki-centric - MCU Loki/Any - MCU Tony Stark-centric - MCU Namor-centric - MCU Black Panther fandom any gen and ship - MCU Doctor Strange fandom any gen and ship - MCU Agents of SHIELD fandom any gen and ship - MCU

Work Description: For the minimum bid I’m willing to do a simple cover, poster or banner, three to five layers, not counting the signature. If bidding reaches $10, I’d be willing to add other types of digital art like wallpapers or moodboards; any of them with more layers, or more than one fanart. The higher the bid, the more elaborate, or the greater number of works I’m willing to do up to four pieces. Regarding the timing. For something specific, it can be done in less than a week. If it’s to be based on a movie, book, or existing fanfic (without specifics as to what I must show), if I’m familiar enough with it already, same timeline applies, otherwise it might take me from two weeks to a month, depending how long it takes me to familiarize myself with the material. On AUs: I'm alright with anything that doesn't make the characters completely OoC (like no-powers, or turning powered people into completely human, etc.). I'm willing to do poly and rare pairs. I'm also willing to make art for fics that are E, on the understanding that the art itself will not be Explicit (I'm willing to do innuendo, imply things, but nothing graphic).

Ratings: Gen, Teen, Mature

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Auction ID: 2040

Will create works for the following relationships: Loki-centric - MCU Tony Stark-centric - MCU Namor-centric - MCU Black Panther fandom any gen and ship - MCU Stephen Strange-centric - MCU Doctor Strange fandom any gen and ship - MCU

Work Description: I will translate fics either from Spanish to English, or English to Spanish. I will only be translating finished works. Even if they're not fully posted yet, they must be fully written already. While I have my preference for universe and characters, if you'd like something outside those, let me know and we can talk about it. The basic bid ($10) will get you up to 1k. After that I'm willing to do 1k more words for every additional $5. I'm putting a soft-limit at 10k. If you're interested in me doing a longer story, we can talk about it (about how much it'd cost, and the time it'd take me). Also, I'll expect the bidder to have gotten permission from the author and have proof of it (either in screenshot from a message, or an author's blanket permission, if they have one). I've marked my preference for specific universes and fandom. If you'd like one not listed there, PM me and we can talk about it. I'm also open to themes that aren't in my DNWs.

Ratings: Gen, Teen, Mature, Explicit

Can pods bid on this auction? Yes - Podbids welcome!

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[midnightswithdearkatytspb]

MidnightsWithDearKatyTSPB’s Recommendations '23: January

Welcome back to monthly to semi weekly fanfiction and more list recommendations. It used to be VelvetCardiganBucky’s list, but I changed my name. New Year, going through residential treatment soon, new me, new name. A lot of new here at this blog. I follow my username in hashtag form, so tag me in your fics, challenges, to be added in future list. Do not be afraid to message me I will answer back as soon as I possibly can! — Katy K.

This blog and its content is attended for mature audiences, so unless you are over the age of 18, it’s best you turn back now. I’m not in charge of your media consumption there, for you cannot come for me when you don’t like something you read. Thank you.

<< April '21

February '23 >>

My Masterlist

One-Shots:

Start A War by @angrythingstarlight >> Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader x Mob!Steve Rogers - Summary/Request: Another take on what could have been if the reader had decided to stay with Steve, not Bucky, in Pretty Little Liars story. | I always love reading anything written by angrythingstarlight, whether it's on here or it's on AO3. I have yet to read Pretty Little Liars, but this snippet has made me add it to my to-read list.

Looks Better On You by @navybrat817 >> Lumberjack! Stever Rogers x Reader - Steve can't stop thinking about how good you look in his shirts. | You got yourself the perfect amount of alluded smut, and you got yourself the lovey-dovey stuff. It's perfect, just perfect.

Could've Just Asked, Baby by @wndalovebot >> CEO Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader - Summary: All you wanted was, was some time with your CEO mate Bucky, but he seemed to busy for you lately. Well maybe calling attention to yourself was the best thing you ever did. | Did the room suddenly get 10 degrees hotter?

Still into You by @loverwebs >> Peter Parker x Scarlet Witch!Reader - Summary: You and Peter didn’t end things on the best terms and wind up seeing each other again at an Avengers party. | This is what I can picture as a realistic relationship with a fight between a super couple. The ending is *chefs kiss.*

Series:

The Happy Couple: Chapter 6 by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor >> Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader - Summary: Your father makes a deal to marry you to his top capo. (mob au) | The story just really picked up, but you can't really ever go wrong with reading one of Roo's stories. They are just so good.

AO3:

In The Mood by SkylarJames22//@skylarjameswrites >> Mob!Bucky Barnes x Shelby!Reader - Mob Boss doesn't take too kindly to the beautiful Skylar trying to take over his territory in America. He comes to her to make a deal and get her to back off, but a Peaky Blinder never backs down from a fight. | HOT! HOT! HOT!

And They Were Roommates by staygold483 >> Tattoo Artist!Bucky Barnes x OFC - Summary: Luka has just finished her college degree and moved back to her hometown to live with her boyfriend. She runs into some of her old high school classmates, who support her when she really needs them. One of those people, is her high school crush, Bucky Barnes. | I read this story after it was completed and loved it, the ending is okay, but the story it's self is what holds it for me.

One-Shots:

Sweet Nothings by @secretswiftymarvelfan >> Chris Evans x Reader - Summary: When the world is out there pushing and shoving, all you’ve ever wanted was sweet nothings. | I'm pretty sure I have to go make a dentist appointment with Robert Evans, that's how sweet this is, and I love it.

Jealousy's My Best Friend by @cockslutpadalecki >> Professor!Andy Barber x Student!Reader - Summary: You can’t help but be a little jealous when Andy pays another student some attention. | Oh, don't act like you wouldn't be jealous if someone gave Andy extra attention. I know I would be.

Trust by @worksby-d >> Chris Evans x fem!Reader - Summary: Your second first time together. | (Read Warining, then proceed if interested.) I found this one-shot to be adorable, as well as sweet in how caring Chris was. I would definitely come back to read again on my sad days.

Housewife Duties by @lilacevans >> Ari Levinson x (non-descriptive) Female!Reader - After Ari's been gone on a long grueling work trip, you want to do whatever you can to make him feel comfortable. | I need to start my Thursday mornings, or any morning in general, honestly, reading stuff like this. It would put me in a better mood.

One-Shots:

Closer to Me by @kiki0005 >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: After you get pregnant with Tommy's child, he is adamant that you move in with him. | If I'm honest, I would let Tommy Shelby tell me what to do any day. So this one-shot of him was up my alley because he's asking and telling. Definitely worth the read.

*I'm Yours by @sunsetbeachesandwriting >> Tommy Shelby x Reader ft. John Shelby - Summary: Your body is for Tommy and Tommy alone. | I'm a fan of possessive Tommy Shelby, and I didn't know it till I read this, or I just forgot. So good.

Dada Tommy by @quinnsbower >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Tommy is left to watch over his 6-month-old while his wife eats with his sister. What could possibly happen? | This was so adorable, funny, and just plain loving. I love Dad!Tommy, especially to baby girls. Makes my heart go pitter-patter.

The Clap by SunsetBeachesandWriting >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Jealousy never looked so good on someone like Tommy Shelby, especially when all he wants is you back. | If a man ever did this to me, I would slap them. If Tommy Shelby ever did this to me, I would swoon.

Promotion by @sunsetbeachesandwriting >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Y/N is Harry's daughter and works in the Garrison until Tommy decides to "fire" her. | This is both a mix of hot and sweet. I could picture season one or two of Tommy doing this with a massive smile on my face.

Love Is Sweeter Than Vengeance by @pherelesytsia >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Burglars break into the mansion in search of the safe and stumble upon the lady of the house. | This was so suspenseful as well as hot. Just how I like my Tommy Shelby.

You're Everywhere, Love by @sunsetbeachesandwriting >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Everyone has Tommy feeling overwhelmed. He walks out in the middle of a family meeting and goes to the one place he knows he'll find some peace. | I'm definitely not crying, and I'm definitely not going to suggest you have a box of tissues on standby when you read this.

Series:

The Boy in the Window by @notyour-valentine>> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: (Y/N) thinks the boy her daughter sees in the window of the neighbouring house is nothing but a childish fantasy; after all, no one has lived there for years, but when she brings that boy to lunch, she realizes that he is in fact very real and above all- the son of none other than the infamous Tommy Shelby. | While I'm only five chapters into this story, it's quickly becoming one of my favorites that I've read. We get to see more of Charlie and more of Tommy's sensitive and protective side.

AO3:

*Tommy's Red Right Hand by HisRedRightHand >> Tommy Shelby x OFC - Summary: As if being left in charge of the two youngest Shelby siblings wasn't enough, Tommy decides to ask a redhead as ornery as he is and her six-year-old sister to take up residence at 6 Watery Lane. | At 115 chapters so far, I took my time to cherish this story because that is how much I thoroughly enjoy reading this. I highly recommend that you head the warnings that come in the tags in the summary that come with this before you dive in. The author does a fantastic job warning you about each chapter as well.

One-Shots:

A Flower Petal by @jelsasnowflakes1 >> Geralt x Fem!Reader - Summary: When being teased for still being a virgin at Kaer Morhen, geralt comes in and "comforts you" when he sees you crying. | It's fluffy and smutty, but it's the ending for me in the end.

Sleepless by @sgt-seabass >> MobBoss! PrimeAlpha!Nick Fowler x Omega!Reader- Summary: Nick wants all of you. And he will do whatever it takes to claim your soul. | Nick knows what he wants. This is sweet because he knows he will have to make an effort to change how he acts around her.

Series:

Happatance Pt. 6 by @teds-mustache-wrangler >> Henry Cavill x OFC - Summary: Henry is about to go to bed one night when he suddenly gets a text from a random number he doesn't know. What happens when you accidentally text the star actor of The Witcher? Memes apparently. Lots and lots of memes. | I was privileged to beta-read this chapter for Wren and am honored. This is a spicy one y'all so sit back and enjoy some Henry and Lizzy!

AO3:

*A Twist In Time by Comet96 >> Tommy Shelby x Lupin!OFC - Summary: Romy Lupin was a walking cliche. She has her father's metamorphmagus abilities and also seems to be a seer. During her last year at Hogwarts, Tom Riddle is brought from his teenage years at Hogwarts into the year 2047, and soon after, Romy finds herself being sent back into time. Back to 1926, when Merope Gaunt was still pregnant. It's Romy's job to protect Tom Riddle Jr. from being taken into the wrong hands. It was all going to plan until Merope knocked the time turner, and they ended up in 1916, in the middle of the first world war and with no way to get back to 1926. There she meets the Shelbys and somehow manages to find her feet in dingy Small Heath with the help of Harry Fenton, Squib, and a distant family member. | At 43 chapters and hasn't been updated since the middle of September, this story is Harry Potter, pre-Fantastic Beast meets Peaky Blinders, and I'm living for it. It has everything magical-wise you could ask for and Shelby-wise as well. I just wish it would be updated, but dreamers can dream.

Legacy by cl410 or @i-like-plan-m >> Darcy Lewis x Bucky Barnes - Summary: Darcy Lewis meets the Hales from Teen Wolf. (My poor summary.) | I love Stiles from Teen Wolf, and I love this What If twist that the author has done with Darcy. The whole series is good, and I recommend everyone give it a read if you are a fan of Darcy Lewis or MCU and Teen Wolf.

Blue by galaxiejoon >> Louis Tomlinson & OFC >> Summary: Elle is a seven-year-old girl who meets Louis and asks him to describe the color blue to her. | This is adorable and made me tear up the first time I read it in years. I still tear up every time I read it.

@peakyscillian - Looking for a masterlist to binge or just a variety of Tommy and Cillian? I would check out Laura's page and her writing.

@teds-mustache-wrangler - Are your Henry Cavill needs not getting met? Do you feel like perhaps you need to read about Henry Cavill, but haven't yet? Well go on down to Wren's blog, she has all your Henry Cavill needs met.

@gypsy-girl-08 - If you are a fan of Cillian Murphy or Peaky Blinders, then I would check this writer out. They have many Thomas Shelby series to choose from as well as Cillian Murphy

[unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men]

Well I didn't ask for angst today but boy howdy did I get it and also enjoy it. Steve making stupid choices then trying to back out of them made me angry but I was happy that nobody gave him any sympathy. Glad the reader ended up with who she should have been with the whole time and I'm glad Steve knew how royally he messed up.

Cheating!Steve x reader, Bucky x reader

Oh look, more cheating Steve with sweetheart Bucky to save us

A/N: Last year someone asked me for some mad angsty fic and I posted and deleted it so quick because it was god awful. Just awful. However, I had kept a draft of it cause even though I hated it and everything about it, I didn't want it gone forever. Upon rereading it recently...I kinda like it. So I decided to change some stuff (like most of the entire plot), switch around characters (I'm a Bucky girl) and repost. If you want to see the OG fic, I can post it again or just edit this to add it under the new version

Steve couldn't stand seeing you like this. In the hospital room, the needles prodding you, it all reminds him of hydra and the things he had seen on numerous missions. When you almost die, he's thrown back into the spiral where he has no hope for a future. And nothing changes after you get better. You had almost died once. Missions were getting riskier and you weren't always in the clear. In his mind, everything good in his life leaves him or gets ripped away eventually. Peggy was a prime example of that. It's just a matter of time.

Even in your injured state, your attention was all on Steve. You knew how much he hated seeing you hurt. It sent him into a dark place few people had witnessed. As soon as your eyes fluttered open, your tired eyes met his red rimmed, puffy ones. For days, every time you try to bring him back to you, he has his walls built up again.

He won't let himself love you more.

He drinks.

He drinks enough to get drunk. It takes bottle after bottles but he doesn't care. He doesn't care about anything any more. So much so, he decides to seek the warmth of someone else.

Because you almost left him.

You could die so easily.

You almost did.

Nothing matters any more. His moans of pleasure are empty but he's wrapped around her none the less. He doesn't stop until his body can't move, too exhausted to even think about guilt.

-

You have it all planned out. You were finally released from the hospital and the first thing you wanted to do was spend time with Steve. The team had left the compound so you could set up a movie night for you and the captain, you don't want to let him slip from your grasp, not after all you'd been through together. You didn't go through hell and back to lose him like this. You fought for your life to pull through.

There are snacks laid out on the table, a movie pulled up, some hot chocolate made just for you and him. You shuffle nervously, your heart beating erratically. You didn't spend 4 years with him just for this to end because you nearly died. No. He was worth the fight. His cold demeanor was not towards you but towards the fear of losing you. And that fear was from love. Love you both shared deeply for each other.

You knew he got back from the bar late; if he was too drunk then you'd help him to his room and talk to him in the morning. It was a new habit of his but you understood.

Except he never came. He always made it home. Not tonight.

Steve stumbled in the next morning, rubbing his eyes, seeing a small sleeping form on the sofa, snacks and some drinks laid out in the living room. He swallowed thickly when he sees you get up from the couch wearing one of his hold hoodies, making your way towards him.

"Steve?"

You have a soft smile on your face, but it drops when you get a closer look at him. Tears prickle at your eyes when you see the way his neck is littered in bruises, his skin still flushed. He can't look you in the eyes, not after what he'd just done.

"I-

You freeze before him, you don't want to ask. You don't want to know. The broken expression his face is enough for you. You wordlessly leave the living room, locking yourself in, giving FRIDAY instructions to make sure no one can enter.

"Did you talk to y/n" Bucky asks excitedly when he sees Steve sitting in the living room. He knows how excited you were about the movie night, spending days planning every last detail. His excitement drops when he sees the food untouched and you're nowhere to be seen. "Where is she?"

Steve remains silent, staring at his hands. The rest of the team enter the living room, hoping to find you both curled on the couch, but no. Nat's eyes narrow when she sees the hickeys on Steve's neck but something tells her they're not from you, you've never marked him like that before, you've always been so gentle with him.

"How could you?" She hissed, while the rest of the team look at her in confusion. It doesn't take long for them to piece things together. And it's a mess.

You come down to the living room, both Sam and Tony holding Bucky down on the couch while he glares at Steve, his hands still in fists. They all turn towards you with broken eyes, this is not what they ever wanted for you. The second he sees you, he breaks down. You're numb to his cries, his pleas.

He finds you leaving the compound at 1:00 AM from where he's still seated on the couch, something you'd never done before.

"Baby? Where are you going"

You ignore him, making your way to the garage. You were never able to sleep since and staying in bed only left you alone with your thoughts.

"I-I need some space. Don't worry about where I'm going"

"Y/n, please, just let me explain"

"No"

"I made a mistake, I-

"I don't care. I just want need some air"

"Promise me you'll come back?"

You shake your head, you can't even look at Steve. You scoff, shoving past him, not caring when he hisses in pain. His cheek is bruised, spots of dark purple and blue bloom around his eye and you'd seen Nat icing Bucky's hand earlier.

"Y/n, please angel, I-I just want to talk, just promise me you'll come back?"

"I promise" You reluctantly mumble, hopping on your motor bike and speeding off before Steve can call after you again.

You loved him so much.

You fought so hard to pull through for him, you heard every word he'd said to you when you were unconscious.

Tears clouded your vision.

It all happens too fast for you to comprehend.

The car doesn't see you.

The bend is sharp.

You bike is sent over the edge.

Darkness.

-

It's been a week.

You still haven't woken up.

It's all his fault. It doesn't matter that the driver was intoxicated. It didn't matter that it was dark out. You wouldn't have left the compound if he hadn't done what he did and it eats him alive.

He's not met with any sympathy.

No one bats an eye at his tears or sobs, too concerned about your well being to go and comfort him. Like clock work, every member of the team visits on rotation since they can't all be there at once. however Bucky is exempt from all hospital rules with one brooding, grumpy stare.

Bucky is by your side every single day. He doesn't say anything when Steve grips your hand, praying for you to wake up, silently praying himself while your heart monitor continues to beep. Steve refuses to move from your side but he's not given much of a choice when Fury summons him personally for someone mission related.

He's only gone for a few hours but that's when you finally stir. Bucky is on his feet instantly, paging for the doctor while stroking your hair.

"Hey pretty girl" Bucky whispers when your eyes finally focus, the knuckles of his metal hand gently caressing your cheek. The cool sensation helps you feel more alert. You smile seeing his baby blue eyes, feeling safe as he talks to you softly.

-

Everything hits Steve all at once. He didn't just betray you. He betrayed the team. His bestfriend. Himself. All the people who had faith in him to make the right choice, to do the right thing, to protect them. And he threw it away. Everyone waited a month for you to fully recover before throwing a welcome back party so you'd actually be able to enjoy it. Steve looked back longingly at the happy group gathered together in the living room, more emotions hitting him again.

He was happy you were alive. His sweet, sweet girl pulled through. H

He was envious of the love everyone was sharing, one he wasn't privy to anymore. He was invited, he was still apart of the team after all but he knew it wasn't his place.

He was jealous.

Jealous of the way you melted into Bucky's side. Longing to feel that warmth that he used to feel himself. Bucky had his arm around your waist, keeping you tucked right by him, taking care of you long after you were discharged. He wasn't going to stop any time soon.

There was something between you two, everyone could sense it. The soft gazes at each other and innocent kisses. Bucky wouldn't let a day go by without pressing his lips to your cheek, your nose, your forehead, the top of your head. He needed you to know you were loved and cared for. He stuck to his guns, claiming his actions were purely platonic but the pink blush on his cheeks proved that he was a bald faced liar.

-

Steve knows theres no one to blame but himself. He sighs and swallows the lump in his throat as you stand on your tiptoes to kiss the brunette, sealing you both together forever. He's always thought it would be the two of you standing together at the alter but how things had changed. The cheers of the crowd are a dull buzz to him. He watches Bucky swoop in for another kiss, this time dipping you and capturing your lips sweetly.

"I love you Mrs. Barnes"

"I love you more, Mr. Barnes"

Your happy, love struck giggles cause the first tear to fall.

He does his best to smile when you both walk by, flashes of what your wedding would have looked like. The white dress. The veil. The flowers.

if only he never-

But it was too late.

[deanwinchesterswitch]

February 2023 Fic Rec List

All kinds of genres, but I think mostly fluffy romance and smut. Not necessarily together. 🤣

Some new-to-me authors, too!

Enjoy!

Many of these blogs and fics are NSFW-18+. Please honor any requests from a blog regarding no minors. I am not responsible for the content you choose to consume; heed the warnings for each fic.

~Miscellaneous~

The Girl Called Sparrow ~ @watercolorfreckles. Author's Summary: None (Original Content; Fae x Human)

~MCU~

A Date With Danger ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: None (Bucky x Reader)

My Heart is Still Yours ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Stever Rogers x Gender Neutral Reader)

No Title ~ @girl-next-door-writes. Author's Summary: None (Valentine Drabble; Clint Barton x Reader)

Sugar ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Bucky Barnes x Reader)

The Unexpected Valentine ~ @cockslutpadalecki. Author's Summary: When you decide to spend your ruined Valentines getaway alone, you’re thankful for the peace and quiet but when a mysterious stranger catches your eye, your Valentines weekend turns out better than you ever imagined.

~RPF~

Before The Show ~ @wayward-dreamer. Author's Summary: Y/N finds a way to help with Jensen’s nerves before the concert.

No Title ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Sebastian Stan x Reader)

Something About Fate... Chapter 1 ~ @jawritter. Author's Summary: Y/N has been homeless and living on the streets of Dallas, Texas since the start of Covid. Until one day, a handsome, green eyes strange notices her and turns her whole world upside down.

~Supernatural~

A Few Moments of Madness ~ @smellingofpoetry. Author's Summary: “There were several things he shouldn’t have done that night, one in particular. He shouldn’t have fucked her on the kitchen counter.”

All Along The White Line ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: Take a drive to nowhere with your favorite Winchester…

Bubble Bath ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean Winchester x Reader)

Caught Up In You ~ @lanea-1. Author's Summary: None (Dean x Reader)

I Don't Mind ~ @avanatural. Author's Summary: Four different hunts. Four shared motel rooms, four shared bathrooms, four shared beds. And four times that Y/N doesn’t mind getting closer to Dean.

Imagine Dean being flirty whenever you have to work alone together on a case... ~ @supernaturalfreewill. Author's Summary: None (Imagine/Drabble)

In Living Color ~ @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior. Author's Summary: Y/N never knew how much color existed in the world till a green-eyed hunter stumbled into her path.

Love is in the little things ~ @thinkinghardhardlythinking. Author's Summary: Dean shows the reader he cares as they bond over the season finale of ‘Dr Sexy MD’.

Magical Blooms ~ @iprobablyshipit91. Author's Summary: None (Dean Winchester x Female Reader)

Mine ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: Dean gets a little rough with you, leaving lovely little marks behind so you remember who owns you…

No Title ~ @girl-next-door-writes. Author's Summary: None (Valentine Drabble; Dean x Reader

No Title ~ @thoughtslikeaminefield. Author's Summary: None (Ficlet; Dean x GN Reader)

Nothing Left To Say ~ @kittenofdoomage. Author's Summary: You let it lie too long, and now it’s time to move on. It’s escaping unnoticed that’s the problem.

She Smiles ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean x Reader)

So, How 'Bout It? ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean x Reader)

Used to This-Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V ~ @trexrambling. Author's Summary: You’ve lived with the Winchesters for years as a fellow hunter, and everyone has always stayed well in the friend zone. What happens when nightmares come haunting and Dean offers to help? Will things change, or is it all in your head?

~The Boys~

Checkerboard ~ @zepskies. Author's Summary: You’re not a supe. You’re breakable. Soldier Boy sometimes forgets that.

No Title ~ @charnelhouse. Author's Summary: None (Soldier Boy x F!Reader)

~Top Gun: Maverick~

Stick The Landing-Part 1-No One's In The Room Mini Series ~ @princessmisery666. Author’s Summary: Good news, they made it to the safe house. Bad news, a blizzard hinders their rescue. (Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Ryleigh 'Rodeo')

Personal Vegas-Part 2-No One's In The Room Mini Series ~ @princessmisery666. Author’s Summary: As much as Jake would like everyone to believe he’s the terminator, Ryleigh doesn’t buy it. Stranded for a few days, she tries to discover who he is when no one else is in the room. Jake worries about being vulnerable and doesn’t make it easy for her. (Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Ryleigh 'Rodeo')

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~Supernatural~

Rebekah Jordan (Impala-Dreamer)

Colder Weather ~ Summary: Dean’s always been the one for you, but his life - hunting, fighting, almost dying constantly- it hasn’t given you a chance to try. Until one day, things seem to change…

Every Inch of You ~ Summary: None (Dean x Reader)

Of Whipped Cream and Body Heat ~ Summary: After getting jumped on a hunt, Y/N and Dean find themselves locked in a walk-in refrigerator. Can they brave the cold and each other's temper until Sam sets them free?

thinkinghardhardlythinking

Someone To Watch Over Me-Parts 6-9 ~ Summary: Y/N is married to a very rich, decidedly unscrupulous and powerful man.  A man whose inability to trust means he hires someone to watch over his wife while he isn’t around. He hires Dean Winchester, a handsome stranger to Y/N, who is soon to become a very big part of her life.

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art for Cut the Wire (How to Stop a Civil War) written by youcancallmearrow (art on AO3 here)

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[Image Description: Animated gif. Stever Rogers and Tony Stark sitting on a roof. Steve asks "what if it was Rhodey?". Tony visualizes Rhodey in the Soldier's Chair (the image appears behind him in a glitchy way with lateral bands shifting sideways), turns to look behind him, and imagines himself (as a red stick figure) jumping from the tower with a big yellow “nope” accompanying him.]

bingo stuff (and slight fic spoilers) below:

Title: Nope - Pairing: Steve / Tony, Tony & Rhodey - Rating: Teen / SFW - Medium: digital art. One animated gif, two still images (sort-of crops of the gif) Prompts: - fill for @steverogersbingo’s prompt “James Rhodes“, - fill for @tonystarkbingo‘s prompt “Tony’s poor life choices“ (because maybe he doesn’t really jump from the Tower’s roof but he does seriously consider it), - fill for @lgbtqbingo‘s prompt “I’m not ready, sorry“ (because Tony’s knee-jerk reaction is that he really isn’t ready to think about what would have happened if Rhodey had been WinterSoldier-ed, and because Steve asking him that is the first step to - make love not war - and end up together in the fic) - fill for @anyfandomgoesbingo‘s prompt “nightmares“ because for Tony, Rhodey being Winter-Soldiered is the stuff of nightmares (and if he did not have nightmares about it before that conversation because he was blocking out that idea he definitely will now).

[thewritersaddictions]

Drabble Series: Zodiac Dating Series

Starting: (Coming Soon)

Summary: Each pairing is born within the month of that zodiac. From fake dating to right person/wrong time.

Warnings: Warnings will be posted on each fic for this series as the warnings will be different depending on each post. (Fluff/Smut/Angst)

A/n: @ firefly-graphics for the dividers.

Word Count:

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Aquarius ♒️: Wanda Maximoff + unexcepted Love

Leo ♌️: Leon S. Kennedy + Fake Dating

Pisces ♓️: Robin Buckley + soulmates

Cancer ♋️: Stever Rogers + Love at first sight

Gemini ♊️: Damon Salvatore + Secret Dating

Sagittarius ♐️: Scarlett Johansson + friends to lovers

Libra ♎️: Joel Miller + love trianlge

Virgo ♍️: Andrew Lincoln + academic rivals

Capricorn ♑️: Norman Reed's + grumpy x sunshine

Aries ♈️: Pedro Pascal + enemies to lovers

Scorpio ♏️: Aaron Hotchner + forbidden love

Taurus : Ellie Williams + Right person/Wrong Time

Posted on (09/12/24) - (Coming Soon)

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My oh my… I’ve been missing them so much… I love the soft moments between Steve and reader and how her presence softens Steve immediately❤️❤️ I love them as a family too… loved the man to man conversation between Eli and Steve.

I’m so ready for their date🎉❤️❤️

Heart's Munition

Chapter 8

Pairing: Mob boss!Steve Rogers x Maid!reader

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: crying, fluff-ish

A/N: I realized that I've had this written for weeks and hadn't shared it. We see some of the aftermath from the previous chapter...

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Sharon’s heels hit the tarmac at a steady rhythm. As she walked toward her waiting private jet she took her phone out of her purse and called to give a much awaited update. The phone rings three times before someone answers. 

“Hey, darling cousin.” Sharon smiles the closer she gets to the steps of the plane. “Everything seemed to have gone well. From the information we got it seems like dear old Steve has a thing for his maids so I made sure to send a few guys to the place of his newest hire. She was a cute little thing, couldn’t even put up a fight. Your contact also made sure to scare her into spying on Steve for us.” 

“What about the other one?” 

“The other one?” 

“Yes, there are two maids.” There’s some shuffling of papers on the other end while Sharon stops and waits for an answer. “The other one’s name is Y/N. Apparently Steve has been more than attentive with her.” 

Sharon rolls her eyes and sighs. “Peggy when you gave me this job you only mentioned Regina. I don’t have any intel on this Y/N person.” 

There’s absolute silence on the other end of the line. It annoys Sharon to no end to have to run these little errands for her cousin. As if she wasn’t an important member of the Carter family.

“We’ll figure something out for her later then. What else do you have?” 

“The only one I haven’t heard from is Rollins. He was supposed to go into Rogers’ home, find anything he could on where they were keeping Beck and whatever else he could on your ex.” 

“Sharon, you’re the only one who cares about Beck. He got careless, whatever happened he brought it on himself.” Peggy responded rather bored. “The only thing I wanted was information on Steve’s businesses.”

“Hmm. Well I’ll see you in a few hours and we can discuss next steps. Bye cousin.” Sharon responds and hangs up not waiting for a reply. 

She’s greeted at the bottom of the stairs by the pilot and he ushers her up the steps. Just at the entrance the one flight attendant is waiting to take her bag. She smiles at Sharon although it seems strained, Sharon doesn’t seem to care. Handing over her bag Sharon walks in to take a seat only to be surprised to find that she isn’t alone. 

“Who the hell are you?” She asked angrily at the person hiding behind a newspaper. 

“Did you really think I wouldn’t know you were behind the break in at my place?”

“Steve-“ Sharon whispered out his name. She looked back at the exit only to find that it had been blocked by Bucky. 

“A little convenient that you showed up at my club just as someone was breaking in, wouldn’t you say?” 

“I only came by to offer you a business deal, a good one at that.” Sharon shifts side to side nervously. “One that you turned down. I don’t know why you’re here now though, I still have a few hours before the twelve hours are up.”

“I’ve changed my mind on the twelve hours. Why don’t you stay in New York for a while.” 

“I would but I have business to take care of elsewhere.” 

Steve stands up and closes in on Sharon. She has to tip her head back slightly to look at him. He smirks as he sees the fear in her eyes. 

“You aren’t going anywhere any time soon Sharon. Let’s go.” 

“Steve, you don’t hurt women.” Sharon says. “It’s your one rule. You won’t hurt me.” 

“You’re right, I won’t. But she will.” Steve juts his chin up so that Sharon has to look behind her. When she does she sees Nat standing besides Bucky and her blood runs cold. “You’re going to tell me everything I want to know.” Steve whispers in her ear before pushing her toward Nat. 

You had offered to go to Regina’s apartment to collect her things. Clint was with you since Steve needed Nat. You personally packed her clothes and were looking around to make sure you didn’t miss anything from the list Regina had given you. One thing she had asked for was a picture in a frame on her night stand but it was missing. The other thing you grabbed was a photo album from her closet. 

“You got everything?” Clint asked from the door.

“Yeah,” you said but you kept looking around. “It’s odd.” 

“What is?” 

“Regina mentioned she had a daughter but there is nothing in this apartment that would suggest a kid lived here.” 

“You think she’s lying?” Clint perks up. 

“I don’t know, maybe?” You look back at Clint with concern. 

“I can look into it if you want.” 

“I’ll let you know, maybe I’ll just ask her instead.”

“She could lie. Why don’t you let me do a little digging and I’ll tell you what I find. Then you can ask her, see if everything matches up with what she tells you.” Clint offers and while you head out of the apartment you think it over.

“Yeah, that makes sense. When can you let me know?” 

“I’ll tell you everything I find tomorrow morning.” Clint takes the bag from your hand and leads you out of the old building. 

“Ok that works.”

“Look at you becoming a little boss of the family.” He chuckles at your eye roll. 

“After last night I just want to make sure no one will try to hurt us again.” You defend yourself. “Regina is still new, what if the video and all that are a set up?”

“I thought you liked her?” Clint opens the car door for you. 

“I do but I won’t put my son’s well being above anyone else.” 

“That’s the right call. Boss.”  Clint chuckles.

You checked in on Elijah first. The events of the previous night had worn him down and he was taking a nap. Next you went down to the server’s quarters where Regina decided to take a room instead of a regular room on the second floor. She was wrapped up in a blanket. Tears streaked on her cheeks, her eyes red and puffy from all of the crying. The injuries had been bad and you knew she was in pain. You were sure that she wasn’t involved in the attack, instead she was just a victim.

“Hey.” You called softly. “May I come in?” 

She looked up at you, eyes slightly glazed over but she nodded. 

“How are you feeling?” 

Regina just shrugs. “Fine I guess.” 

“I got everything on your list. Well almost everything. I couldn’t find the picture you asked me for.”

“The one on my nightstand?” 

“Yeah, I’m sorry.” You say as you sit at the edge of the bed.

“This is bad.” Regina stands and starts pacing. “If it’s not there then it means those guys know what my daughter looks like. What if they try to hurt her?” She asks, panicked. 

“Hey, I’ll talk to Steve ok? In the meantime can we talk to whoever she’s staying with?” 

Regina sits next to you looking completely defeated. You place an arm around her shoulder and give her a side hug. 

“Her dad is a cop. He has a lot of connections so I only get supervised visitations with her. If he finds out this happened to me he’ll make sure I never see her again.” 

“You’re not alone anymore. We’ll figure it out.” 

Regina gave a small nod but it broke your heart to see her so defeated. You’d been where she was when Eli started getting sick. All alone with no one to depend on. You wouldn’t let Regina feel the same way. 

She leans her head against your shoulder and you let her cry until she’s tired herself out.

By the end of the day you were exhausted. Both physically and emotionally and you didn’t think you could push yourself any further. You shuffled your way down the hallways until you reached Steve’s office. On the other side of the door you could hear him barking orders at everyone. You’d never heard him so angry before and you reconsidered interrupting but the door flew open before you could leave. 

Sam and Bucky both stood there with matching angry expressions that seemed to melt when they saw you. They stepped to the side to let the others through first.

“Hopefully you can calm him down a bit.” Bucky says while nodding towards the office. 

“He’s extremely pissed off, if he says something out of line you tell us and we’ll handle him.” 

“Thanks Sam but I think I can handle him all on my own.” 

“Yeah you can.” Bucky smirks and sends a wink your way. 

You roll your eyes and walk past them. Steve is pacing back and forth while shouting at whoever is on the other side of a phone call before hanging up. He turns when he hears the door closing. You lean your back against it and watch him. Steve’s eyes soften when he sees you. Without saying much he walks over to you, places his hands on either side of you and tilts his head to the side.

“What’s going on? Are you ok?” He asks softly. It had barely been twenty four hours since everything had happened. 

You look up at him through your lashes and shrug. Steve gave you a small smile before pulling you in for a hug. You felt the tension in your shoulders felt away. After a minute of Steve holding you he pulls you toward the couch and when he sits he takes you with him. This time you don’t wait for Steve to prompt you, you tuck yourself into his side and rest your head on his chest. 

“It’s been an emotionally draining day.” You say after a minute. 

“What can I do to help you?” 

“This is nice.” You tilt your head back to find Steve already looking at you. 

His fingers are tracing patterns over your arm as he takes you in. 

“What else? You can ask me for anything and I’ll give it to you.” 

“I don’t know. Eli’s fed, bathed and clothed. I don't think there’s much else.” 

“That’s Elijah. As long as I breathe I’ll always make sure he has everything he needs and more. I’m talking about you. What do you want?”

You huff and hide your face in his chest. This felt like too much. You didn’t know what you wanted because for so long you only had what you needed, barely. Now here stood a man that wanted to give you everything you could ever dream of and you were completely blanking. 

“How about we start with something small?” Steve asks. “If you could do one thing right now, what would it be?”

“I’d like to actually have a bubble bath. I didn’t get to enjoy one last night.”

“We can do that.” 

“We?” You narrowed your eyes suspiciously and Steve laughed. 

“You can do that.” 

You pulled away and laughed. Steve only grabbed your hand and pulled you into his side again. This time his hand rested at your waist just to make sure he could keep you there for a little bit longer. He needed to see you, to touch you and hear your voice. He was losing himself in a fit of rage the longer he thought about what you’d gone through. 

“What else?”

You shrugged again.

“Ok, we can start small. Give me ten minutes and meet me in your room.” 

“Steve, I can make my own bath.” 

Steve hums in acknowledgment but gets up anyway, kissing your forehead in the process. 

“Ten minutes. Stay here.”

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When the ten minutes were up you made your way up to your room. Steve had just walked out of your en-suite and nodded his head in its direction. You walked over and were surprised to find candles lighting the area. The scent of lavender filling the air and a glass of wine sitting on the counter. He’d also placed a few of your lotions and skin care items on the counter for you.

“You did all this for me?” Your voice is small as you asked. 

“Of course. Although this is just a little something, you deserve so much more. You do so much for everyone here. I thought I showed you how much we appreciate you.” 

You turn and smile at him. Steve sends a small wink your way and backs out of the bathroom doorway. 

“I’m going to hang out with Eli, join us when you’re done but take however long you’d like.” 

“Thanks Steve.”

“You’re welcome, baby.” 

You weren’t sure how long you spent in the bathroom but it was a needed break. After the water started getting cold you got out and did your skincare routine, then found a comfy pair of pajamas and you started to feel better. Once you were done you went to find Steve and Eli but they weren’t in Eli’s room. After searching their second favorite spot to hang out in, the balcony on the third floor you headed down. 

“Hey Peter.” You said as he stepped out of the hallway his room was in. 

“Hey, how are you doing?” 

“I should be asking you that.” 

“I’m ok, really.” He says after seeing the doubt on your face. “If you’re looking for Eli he’s in the theater room kicking Steve’s ass at Mario Kart.” 

You smiled before giving Peter a kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you for everything you’ve done.” 

“You don’t have to thank me, we’re friends.” 

“I do. Call me if you need anything ok.” 

“Yeah, see you later.” 

You nod before heading down to the first floor. Even from the bottom of the stairs you could hear Elijah hollering from the room at the end of the hallway. 

“I win, again.” Eli celebrates by jumping on the couch.

“You’re cheating.” 

“I’m not. You just suck cuz you’re an old man.” Eli shoots back.

“I’m not old.” Steve defends himself.

“It’s ok mom sucks at this game too.” 

“Hey.” You said from the door and Eli yelped before falling on the couch and trying to hide from you. His fit of giggles didn’t help him stay hidden though.

“Wanna say that to my face you punk.” 

Eli laughed harder once you grabbed his foot and pulled him towards you. You tickled his sides until he begged for you to stop. 

“Ma,” he said between laughs. “It’s true.” He takes a deep breath. “You suck at Mario Kart.” 

“Well I want to play so set me up.” 

You look up to see Steve smiling in your direction. 

“I’m gonna kick your butt too, Rogers.” 

He raised his eyebrow and he smirked. “Are you now? I think I can beat you.” 

“Yeah right.” 

“Fine, let’s bet on it.”  Steve challenges.

“Ok, what do you get if you win?”

“If I win, you go out on a date with me.” 

Elijah looks back and forth between the two of you, a bit excited at the possibility. 

“And if I win-“ you think for a moment and smile. “You have to wear a maid's uniform for a whole day.”

“A maid uniform? Really?” 

You give him a mischievous smile. “I’m talking French style.” 

Steve immediately shook his head in disagreement. “No way.”

“Why? Scared you’re gonna lose?” 

Steve narrowed his eyes at you before grabbing the controller again. He extended his free hand in your direction. “Shake on it.”

“What do I get if I win?” Elijah piped up. 

You and Steve chuckled. 

“How about you get to pick three new video games.” Steve offers and it’s your turn to raise eyebrows.

“That’s too much.” 

“Nonsense. It’s a fair trade but I’m sorry to say kid, I’m winning this round.” 

“Sure.” Elijah says sarcastically. 

The three of you start playing, yelling over each other. At one point you try to knock Steve’s controller out of his hand only for him to try the same thing on you. You were laughing even though your character was dead last and kept getting hit with shells or banana peels. By the end of the race Elijah and Steve were sitting waiting for your character to finally cross the finish line. 

“Will you look at that?” The smug look on Steve’s face annoyed you but you still wanted to smile. 

“Yeah, yeah. Congratulations Rogers, you win.” 

“It seems like it. Don’t worry, I'll make sure you enjoy our date.” 

You roll your eyes at him.

“Can we watch a movie now?” Elijah asked with a sweet smile on his face.

“Of course we can bub.” Steve says.

“Can we have snacks ma?”

“Yeah, I’ll go get some things together. I’ll be right back.” 

Eli smiled and watched as you walked out of the theater room. The moment the door was closed he turned to look at Steve. The smile he had dropped and he crossed his arms over his chest. 

“What’s going on little man?”

“Where do you plan on taking my mom on a date? Is it somewhere nice? Because she deserves something nice. And you have to treat her like a princess because mom never does anything nice for herself.”

Steve smiles. Elijah reminds him so much of himself at that age. Steve was and still is just as protective of his mom as Elijah is protective of you. 

“Yeah, I was thinking of doing something really nice for her.”

“Like a surprise?” 

“Just like a surprise. Maybe you can help me.” Steve nods. 

“Ok, I’ll help you. But remember you have to treat her nice, ok? Or else we,” Eli motions between himself and Steve. “Are going to have a problem.” 

Steve stifles a chuckle because Elijah had a no nonsense look on his face. This was a man to man conversation and Steve could respect that.

“I’m not kidding. Sam and Bucky said they had my back.” 

“I promise I’ll do everything I can to treat her nice and make sure she’s happy and you too.”

“Ok good.” Elijah says just as you walk back in with a tray of snacks and drinks for the three of you.

“So what are we watching?” 

“Luca.” 

“Why am I not surprised?” You murmur as you settle down.

Eli cuddles into your side to watch his favorite movie. You smile while looking down at your baby and then your eyes move up to find Steve looking at you. He had a soft smile on his lips and he winked at you before turning back to the screen. 

He could get used to this and he’s making it his mission to make you and Eli a permanent part of his life.

Ch. 9

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