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[captinamericashusband]

Sober Thoughts | Steve Rogers/Captain America x Stark!Male!Reader

REUPLOAD A/N: Hi. It is currently 12:41 AM – another restless night unfortunately sigh. After watching a YouTube video of someone reading the infamous Harry Potter fanfiction My Immortal (I love you Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way), I became filled with unbridled inspiration to write something of my own. Anyways, enjoy! Also this is the very first fanfiction I’ve ever written. Please please please (by Sabrina Carpenter) give constructive feedback that won’t be too harsh on my little soul. This’ll be a fluffy fanfic. I'll dabble in smut later on maybe if y'all enjoy this enough...teehee. Happy BRAT summer/autumn 💚

P.S. Any errors you see will be excused by the fact English is not my first language and NOT because I suck at writing and revising ;) This fic will also be posted on Ao3 after they accept my invitation. Pls let me in Ao3.

Sober Thoughts

Word count: 4.7k

Summary: Y/N gets very drunk in front of Steve

Warnings: Alcohol, profanity

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Being the son of Pepper Potts and the eccentric billionaire, playboy and philanthropist (in that exact order) Tony Stark came with its fair share of drawbacks. While financial security was a given for Y/N, a side that came with this coverage was endless PR events. Being the sole heir to the Stark company, Y/N was forcefully thrusted into the public eye at a very young age, constantly forced to appear at social gatherings for the general public to gain somewhat of a perception of him – hopefully for the better. Today was one of these socially exhausting days, and perhaps his least favourite event of all – the annual ‘Stark Gala: proceeds going to various charities!’ A boring name he is very well aware of, and yes the ‘proceeds going to various charities’ line was annoyingly part of the title – something he had so valiantly fought Tony on, albeit unsuccessfully. 

The gala starts in 2 hours. Currently, in stereotypical Stark fashion, Y/N lay sedentary on his bed, staring at the ceiling whilst pondering for ways to escape the tiring event. Amidst his angsty mood, a knock arose from his door followed by Tony entering his room. 

“Hey bud, no more moping around,” he said after flipping the light switch in Y/N's room, “gala’s not gonna dance itself.”

Y/N turned and laid on his belly, eyes stuffed into his pillow in an attempt to suppress the bright lights, “What if I just don’t come, dad? Just chalk my absence to a cold for the press, please. I have no will nor strength to do this.” 

“You know you can’t do that, Y/N/N. The public requests you grace them with your holy presence at the gala.”

“Dad, what if I just set fire to the venue?”

Tony scoffed at his son's comment. “Don’t bother with that sassy attitude, kid. It’ll be over in a flash. Just enjoy, grab some drinks – and hey you might even find yourself a nice date there.” He said, adjusting a frame on the wall. “My best advice is mingle until your mouth falls off – my dad used to say that to me.” 

As Tony continued slightly tidying Y/N's room, a muffled groan erupted from his pillow. Y/N knew he was very well right; there was no escaping. Resigning to his fate, he abruptly stood up from his bed and began rummaging through his closet. “Fine. I’m going because I want to go, not because you’re forcing me to.”

Tony chuckled and ruffled Y/N's hair. “That’s the spirit, champ. I promise you these things can be fun if you let them. Soak up the atmosphere. And enjoy the drinks.” He then murmured, “Just not too much, as well ‘cause…you know.” 

Tony’s sudden shift in tone was in reference to Y/N's relationship with alcohol. While Tony was notorious for being able to hold his liquor, the alcohol-tolerance gene had unfortunately not been passed down to his son. The last time Y/N drank, which had been at Clint’s birthday party, he had somehow woken up inside of a dumpster – not even exaggerating. Another time, he had taken a plane to Washington and found himself passed out on a bench outside the Pentagon – also not a hyperbole. Aware of this knowledge, Y/N planned on getting absolutely wasted in order to pass the time and to make the night somewhat memorable. 

Y/N ran a hand through his hair attempting to fix it whilst looking for proper attire. “Yes, yes I know, father figure. Do you promise it won’t be boring like last year?”

Tony feigned an offended look, putting his palm against his chest. “Boring? There was an open bar and a chocolate fountain – all appearing again this year, by the way. What more could a man ask for?”

“To not come.” Y/N said begrudgingly.

“Okay well sometimes certain things can’t be provided, sugar plum.” A grimace found itself on Y/N's face after hearing the nickname. Before he could respond, Tony was already halfway through the door. “Anyways, be ready by 8; we’re leaving at 8:30 sharp.”

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The night was, to say the least, already an absolute dread. Upon arriving at the upper-echelon-esque museum where the gala was being held, Y/N was already drained. After exiting the limousine that took both him and Tony to the museum, a torrent of camera flashes had blinded Y/N. Furthermore, before even entering the museum, a news reporter had shoved a microphone into his face and asked a very invasive question about his lovelife. Before Y/N could insult the reporter’s rude behaviour, Tony quickly grabbed his arm and ushered him into the museum. 

It was very well aware by the public of Y/N's choice of abstaining from dating, never really having any serious relationships. This was especially questionable for the public considering who his father was, with everyone believing Y/N would’ve followed in lieu of his behaviour during his 20’s. 

However, what the public didn’t know was that the reason for Y/N's singleness was because of one of his dad’s blonde colleagues (that wasn’t Thor). Y/N's crush for  Steve Rogers AKA Captain America had simmered for the last few months. It began during an incident in the Avenger’s Compound in which the inherent Stark idiocy had decided to bite Y/N severely in the ass.

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It had been late at night and Y/N had been tinkering on some project in one of Tony’s spare workshops in the compound when his phone suddenly rang. Picking it up, he saw Tony was calling him. He paused the music blaring in the workshop’s speakers before answering his dad. 

“Hey bud, I have a favour to ask.”

“What is it, father figure?” He set down a screwdriver he was holding down on the workshop table.

“First, you know I hate it when you call me that. Second, there are some files that were delivered to my office that need to be put into storage in the room beside the training area. Would you mind doing it for me?”

“And why can’t you get Happy or yourself to do it?”

“Well I am actually currently at dinner right now with your mother and we are having a blast right now, and Happy is enjoying a paid holiday in the Bahamas.” 

With an overexaggerated sigh, Y/N hung up on Tony and accepted without further question. 

Heading towards Tony’s office, he marvelled at the emptiness of the Avenger’s Compound. While he never interacted much with the Avengers, only in passing, he was aware that some of them were nightowlers. However, there really was no one. Usually, there would be at least a SHIELD agent somewhere, but tonight the building was completely desolate. 

Upon arriving at Tony’s office, Y/N immediately noticed the large boxes propped on his dad's desk. He had clearly underestimated the sizes of the office boxes, with one he (very dramatically) guesstimated being the size of his torso’s length with a width of a baby whale. Unfortunately for him, there were 5 boxes in total. Being the impatient ass he is, he had decided to carry all of the boxes in one go to spare himself having to return to Tony’s office for a second trip. He noticeably struggled and after leaving Tony’s office, he immediately regretted his decision, wishing he inherited more of his mother’s patience. From a bystander's perspective, it was a comical sight seeing Y/N Stark carrying a tower of boxes almost twice his height. 

After rounding a sharp corner – something that could’ve been easily avoided considering the size of the building’s hallways – Y/N  crashed right into another person. Y/N, along with the boxes, crashed loudly and painfully against the cement floor. 

"Shit," Y/N said out loud. The embarrassment from the predicament was too much for him, so he opted for keeping his eyes on the ground, seemingly becoming very interested in the flooring's designed patterns. He stayed in that position, wallowing in his shame until the other person he had forgotten about spoke up.

"Sorry about that, kid." A low and husky voice spoke above Y/N. Y/N moved his eyes from the floor to the other man in the hallway. He was met with piercing blue eyes and a head of light blonde hair. Great. Not only had he embarrassed himself in front of someone, but that certain someone had to be Captain America of all people. Flashing the best smile he could conjure, Y/N stood up from the floor in an attempt to save as much face as possible.

"No, no, it was all my fault Steve," Y/N chirped. Wow, he sounded like a complete wimp. Not only that, but he called Captain America by his actual legal government name. Y/N did not consider himself close enough to call Captain America Steve. The situation was further going off the rails as they both stood in an uncomfortable silence for what seemed like forever. Suddenly, Steve spoke again, breaking the suffocating air of awkwardness.     

"Need help with those." Steve said, smiling slightly at Y/N. Thinking back on it now, it was definitely the smile that got Y/N hooked into Steve. With a curt nod, both of the men started cleaning the mess of files. "Do these need to be in a specific order?" Steve questioned. Quite frankly, Y/N did not care for the files' order; he was much more preoccupied with the strange feeling down in his stomach. He slapped himself internally before answering Steve.

"I'm not sure actually. The person reading these can decipher that themself." Steve chuckled at his words. An actual, genuine laugh. Y/N found whatever he said to not be as funny Steve was making it out to be. But nevertheless, good job Y/N! You made Captain America laugh at something you said! After tidying the files, the two of them started walking, Y/N in the lead with Steve following in his stead. 

"Where to, Stark Jr.?"  

"The storage room by the training grounds."

The walk to the files' designated area was filled with silence – not uncomfortable like before, but instead a somewhat pleasant quiet. Deciding to be bold, Y/N asked Steve a question.

"What do you do all day?" Wow, Y/N didn't intend on that sounding as rude as it did. 

"What do you mean?" Steve responded.

"Like, what do you do when there isn't a mission where you have to save the world or anything." Great save, Y/N said to himself.

"Well, if there isn't a mission I usually train in the gym – nothing bad in doing some extra training. Other than that, I usually visit SHIELD's headquarters to do business that I'm sure you're not interested in hearing about." He turned and smiled at Y/N after saying the last part. The strange feeling was there again.

"That honestly sounds like a miserable existence."  Y/N said. Steve laughed and Y/N smiled, proud of himself for making Captain America laugh a second time this night. "Do you have any actual free time at all?"

"The only time we get to ourselves are weekends. I typically go for jogs in the morning then catch up on any work I didn't get to finish from the weekday. By the time I finish, it's already pretty late at night." As Steve continued to talk, Y/N couldn't help but sneak glances at him. Y/N had noticed a smile was etched on Steve's face and he wondered if it was because Steve enjoyed his company or if he was merely entertained by their topic of conversation. "If I have any time to spare, I like to draw. I've started taking painting classes recently."  

Y/N debated on whether or not to make a joke about Steve's work and him not "finishing" fast enough, but thought it was too weird even for him. "Wow, even on your day off your life sounds bland – aside from the drawing part I guess." Steve had laughed once more at what Y/N said, and Y/N silently applauded himself once again.   

Steve's smile persisted despite Y/N's slight insult to his daily life. "My turn to ask. What do you do all day? I never see you around that much." 

"That's 'cause I'm usually cooped up in a lab somewhere doing tech stuff I'm sure you're not interested in hearing about." Steve chuckled again. "If I'm not doing techy stuff, then I'm usually doing boring paperwork for Stark industries. And if I'm not doing that, I'm sleeping peacefully in my bed."

"Now I'm offended by you calling my life bland when yours’ is equally as boring, Y/N," Steve joked.

"It'd be more exciting if you were in it." Oh Y/N, what exactly are you saying now? Suddenly, the signature Stark flirtiness accumulated within Y/N as the next words left his lips. "You should join me on my bed sometime." Oh sweet Jesus. Even Y/N himself shriveled from pure disgust at what he just said. It wasn't even a remotely good pickup line. He fully expected Steve to bolt away as soon as possible and leave him behind with the behemoth-sized boxes.   

Before Steve could respond, the pair found themselves in front of the storage room. Steve opened the door for Y/N who could only mumble a quiet thanks in response as he was still shaken up from his earlier misspeaking. Finding a secluded table in the room, Y/N set down the boxes with Steve following in suit. The two then exited the room and found themselves in yet again another uncomfortable silence. Before Y/N could hurriedly escape, Steve spoke.  

"You should get out of your lab more. I'd like to see more of you around if that's possible." Upon hearing that, the feeling from earlier was present again in Y/N's stomach except it had been exponentially stronger this time. "I enjoyed talking with you, Y/N."  

It was as if Y/N had lost any inkling of social awareness as he said his next remark. "You'd practically have to pry me off a workbench with those big arms of yours, Steve."  

Steve only laughed in response, clearly somewhat amused by Y/N's bold eccentricity. "I'll see you around, Y/N." Steve started walking away before suddenly turning around with a smirk on his mouth. "Oh, and I'll take you up on that earlier offer." 

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Ironically enough, Y/N and Steve have yet to converse with each other again after their brief encounter. This was mainly due to Y/N avoiding Steve after having said his embarrassing comments – especially about Steve's arms, something Y/N can't help but gag at upon reflection. Looking back at their moment together, Y/N can only sigh and hope the super soldier forgot about his humiliating behaviour. 

Looking around the museum, Y/N stared in awe at the inside's appearance. The building itself had replicated the architecture and grandeur of Ancient Greece, with large columns on the building's interior and exterior. While the building itself was an architectural beauty, what really stood out were the floral decorations garnered around the room, both on the tables surrounding the middle of the museum designated as a dance floor and hanging in between the interior pillars. Y/N had to remind himself to find his mother later, who arrived hours earlier to help decorate, and commend her keen taste in floral arrangements. 

Y/N's moment taking in the interior decor was interrupted when he was approached by Tony and a stubby man wearing a suit. Tony introduced the man to Y/N who turned out to be one of Stark Industries' business partners. Nothing notable was said in their conversation aside from numbers and Y/N's vision for the future of Stark Industries. This was how the first half of the night went: Tony introduced Y/N to one of his business partners, boring conversations about logistics would ensue, Y/N was asked about his ideas on Stark Industries' future – rinse and repeat. After numerous runs of this seemingly perpetual cycle, Y/N's social battery had been absolutely drained and Operation Get-Drunk-And-Pass-Out was set in motion. Excusing himself from Tony's presence, Y/N ran a beeline towards the bar, his stride swift with determination to get his hands on anything alcoholic.

Taking a seat at the bar, Y/N began thinking about what he would drink. Suddenly forgetting every alcoholic beverage that ever existed, he waved down the bartender to get his first drink of the night. "I'd like whatever will get me the most piss-faced, please." The bartender simply gave him a cordial smile and nod before pouring a single clear liquid into a small shot glass. He then gave Y/N the glass who before drinking said, "bottoms up." The mystery liquid was absolutely repulsive and scorched Y/N's throat. His face puckered up in pain, eyes shut as tears formed at the brim of his ducts. "Jesus, dude, what is this!?"

"Everclear." The man answered with a very thick Russian accent. Y/N had no idea what that was nor was aware of its very high alcoholic percentage, almost being pure alcohol.  What he did know was the vile taste and painful burn signified it was able to get him 100% wasted. 

"I'll take 10 more of those, please."

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At shot four, Y/N's vision had started getting blurry, his lips and skin felt tingly, and he kept laughing at the most nonsensical things to laugh at. His drunkenness was made very apparent for everyone at the bar when he pointed towards someone's poorly trimmed goatee and laughed maniacally at it. While his actions had been in poor-taste and he was making a grand fool of himself, Y/N could care less as he revelled with his newly acquainted friend, Everclear. 

Before downing shot number five, a man had approached and sat beside Y/N and began ordering. To his surprise, Captain America in the flesh had situated himself beside him at the bar. Knowing Y/N's already embarrassing encounter with him sober, only God knows what was about to ensue between the two of them while he was intoxicated. 

“Enjoying the night, Mr. America?” Y/N slurred. 

“Clearly not as much as you, Y/N.” Steve responded. He was currently sporting a classic black and white tux with a dark blue tie. His attire, while as basic and stereotypical as they come for a formal event, suited him perfectly. Being the idiot Y/N was while drunk, the spike of confidence that surged within him caused him to comment on Steve's appearance.

Y/N leaned towards Steve, getting very close in his personal space, then saying, “apologies, Captain, but you sure do look ravishing if I do say so myself. I’m proud to be an American.” Y/N giggled at himself while Steve looked at him with an amused expression. 

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re flirting with me, Y/N.” Steve said, flashing his captivating smile. Y/N stared at him with dazed eyes before leaning back and downing his fifth shot of liquid courage.

"Maybe I am flirting with you, Steve. That's what I was doing last time we talked in case you didn't realize."

"Yes, you were quite subtle the last time we spoke." He said sarcastically. He took a sip of whatever he ordered from the bar before continuing. "Speaking of, I've been meaning to talk to you ever since that night, but I could never get a hold of you."

Y/N laughed, not knowing if Steve actually knew why he hasn't seen him since or if he really was oblivious. "Well, Steve, I was avoiding you because I made a fool of myself the last time we talked." A hiccup came out of Y/N's throat. "And then I said to myself, 'Steve probably thinks I'm weird so I'll avoid him to prevent any further embarrassment'." 

"Well, I really did enjoy our conversation last time, Y/N. I mean it."

Similar to their last encounter, a wave of deafening silence consumed the pair's conversation, the awkward tension causing Y/N to become slightly sober. Fortunately for him, the alcohol was still very much prevalent in his bloodstream, giving him enough confidence to break the awkward silence.

"Sometimes I wish I could just run away – leave this life behind and escape to some deserted island.” Y/N glanced towards Steve who was already looking at him. "It's too much at times – this life."

"It would be easier if you had someone with you for the journey."

Y/N looked at him, feigning an incredulous look. "Are you implying with your word choice, manner of speaking and overall cadence that you want to be that person for me?" Y/N laughed, scoffed was more like it. "I'd say you're the person flirting with me, Steve."

Steve chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving Y/N. "Maybe I am, Y/N."

Y/N could only stare at him as his heart skipped a beat. Perhaps it was the alcohol messing with his senses and disposition, but his usual wit was gone and he was speechless – a rare moment for Starks. Noticing his hesitation, Steve leaned in slightly, lowering his voice to a near whisper.

"Y/N, you don't have to go through this life alone. I've seen through your father how hard it can be for someone in your position. But you don't have to bear it all by yourself."

"Do you really mean that, Steve? Or are you just saying all this because I'm drunk and pathetic." Y/N's voice wavered, the confidence he had during their last encounter was noticeably absent.

Steve reached out, placing a hand on Y/N's shoulder. "I've noticed you, Y/N. Even though we haven't talked much, I can already tell you're a special person. You're more than just Tony Stark's kid. There's something unique about you. And I want to get to know you more."

The butterflies Y/N felt during their last encounter returned and did pirouettes in his stomach. "I don't know what to say, Steve."

"You don't have to say anything right now. Just know I'll be here and I won't be leaving anytime soon."

Y/N looked at Steve, a whirlwind of emotions torpedoing inside of him. For the first time in a long time, he didn't feel so alone. The confidence suddenly returned and a smile braced itself on Y/N's face. "Are you technically asking me out?"

Steve only laughed in response before standing up and saying, "I can take you home now if you want."

Y/N quickly stood up. "Oh yes please, Steve. Another minute in here and I think I'll have an aneurysm." As the two started walking, a sudden wave of a burdening reminder of his father's presence washed over Y/N. "Wait, I can't leave – dad said I-." 

Before Y/N could finish, Steve quickly interrupted him. "I think everyone here, including Tony, can see you're in no condition to be here any longer." 

Y/N could only nod, too exhausted to protest. As they exited the building Y/N's head grew heavy, and it gently fell onto Steve’s shoulder. Steve tensed for a moment, then relaxed as his arm slowly wrapped around Y/N’s waist, pulling him closer. “Take me home, Steve,” Y/N mumbled softly against his shoulder, his breath warm against Steve’s neck.

"That's what I'm doing right now, Y/N." Steve said softly.

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After exiting the building, Steve hailed one of the idle limousines across the museum. He had to carefully slide in Y/N's body before sliding in beside him.

The ride back to the Avenger's Compound was quiet and tranquil, a stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of the earlier evening. Steve glanced at his watch - it said 3:33 AM - then turned his gaze towards Y/N's sleeping body leaning against the car window. A small dribble of saliva was escaping the corners of his mouth, and Steve quietly chuckled.

"I can feel you looking at me. Cut it out." 

"Unfortunately, I can't seem to stop my eyes from lingering on things I find beautiful." Y/N could only blush at Steve's unexpectedly sappy words, unaware the super soldier had it in him to be a corny romantic.

"You're no better than any other man, Steve Rogers," Y/N teased, though his voice was softer than before. Steve smiled, but was interrupted by a loud yawn erupting from his mouth. Abruptly, Y/N sat up straight from his slouched position, suddenly remembering something in his drunken haze. "You know, you still have yet to cash in on my offer, Steve."

"You mean your offer to be in bed with you?" Steve asked, his tone in between amusement and curiosity.

Y/N eagerly nodded. "I wouldn't mind if that happened tonight."

Steve's head turned at a concerning speed that definitely would've given a normal person severe whiplash. He gave Y/N a stern yet somber look, one that carried warmth with a reprimanding undertone behind it. "I'm not going to sleep with you, Y/N. I mean, you're drunk and that would be me taking advantage of you – I'd like to think you expect better from me."

Y/N blinked, looking both very offended and embarrassed. "That is absolutely not what I meant, Steve, you naughty man!" He crossed his arms and sunk into the limo's soft leather seats. "I meant that it would be nice if we just laid and went to sleep together...I just don't want to be alone tonight."

Steve's expression softened immediately, understanding the vulnerability behind Y/N's words. Their eyes met, a silent agreement shared between them, filling the rest of the ride with warmth from their comforting connection. 

As the car grew quiet again, Y/N, emboldened by the last remnants of alcohol in his system, threw one more cheeky remark towards Steve. "But you would have sex with me, right?" 

Steve laughed, his head shaking, but the tenderness in his smile spoke volumes. "Get some rest, Y/N. We'll talk in the morning."

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Y/N stirred awake in his bed, his eyes wincing as the harsh rays pierced through a gap between his bedroom curtains. His head pounded, and a wave of nausea met him immediately. Unable to fight it, Y/N ran to his bathroom, purging the contents of last night's festivities in his toilet. It was quite a horrid sight. 

After what seemed like hours, Y/N exited from his bathroom, wanting to get more sleep. Stumbling back to his bed, he noticed the large body-shaped mound from underneath his blankets. Frightened, he approached it cautiously, scared of the idea of having drunkenly slept with a stranger. 

Slowly uncovering the body, Y/N was met with the peaceful sight of a sleeping Captain America. Steve's chest rose and fell steadily, lips parted as he took even breaths. Then, the events of the previous night came rushing back to him like a semi-good dream and Y/N mentally facepalmed himself. However, while he internally scolded himself for his embarrassing behaviour, he also congratulated himself for having been somewhat successful in his endeavours of pursuing Steve. 

Laying back down gingerly beside Steve, Y/N grabbed his phone from the nightstand. The time was 11:11 AM and Y/N silently made a wish to himself. He noticed he had received 10 missed calls and nearly 50+ messages from his dad. Thinking it was regarding his early leave from the gala, Y/N decided to deal with his father later, still exhausted from the night before. Opening Twitter (he refused to call it 'X'), Y/N's eyebrows furrowed as he saw his name trending alongside 'Steve Rogers' and 'Captain America.' A knot formed in his stomach and he decided to Google his name. The urge to puke suddenly returned as he was met with a news article reading:

‘Hottest New Couple in NYC?! – Captain America & Y/N Stark Seen  Seen Getting Cozy During Annual Stark Gala’  

Below the headline was a picture snapped of Steve and Y/N at the bar, Steve leaning closely towards Y/N as both shared very flirtatious smiles towards each other. Y/N groaned loudly, causing Steve to stir awake. Today was going to be PR hell.

FIN

A/N: This actually took multiple days to write and while rereading it it's actually really corny? But, fanfic writing is actually kind of fun, I might do it more. Anyways, hope you enjoyed :) Also sorry for any mistakes I'm too lazy to revise

[iamsherlocked1479]

Happpy New Year

Stephen Strange x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: explicit content 18+, slut shame, chocking

Description: Stephen doesn't like that you recived a compliment, he doesn't like that somebody would even consoder they had a chance with you.

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Most people are drunk right now, you’re not denying that you were, of course nobody leaves a Stark party completely sober. All beat it, most of the guests haven’t left yet, they were currently counting down to midnight last you heard the ball will drop in 10 minutes, but you couldn’t care right now. You’re currently pressed up against the padded wall of what looks like a gym, technically you hadn’t left Stark Tower yet, with your legs neatly parted over Stephen's shoulders as his tongue glided through your slick folds. 

“Oh fuck steph- we’re gonna miss the countown, we have to- shit.” Your eyes squinted shut and your hand tightened in his hair as he drew you closer to an orgasm. Your statement was thoroughly met with a grunt and a quick “I don’t care sweetheart” as his tongue continued to lap its way around your clit.

This had all started because Thor complimented your dress, he meant no harm of course only stating that you should belong with the Asgardian gods. But like always Stephen was jealous, he hated that a man would even consider himself worthy of being able to see you the way he did, a goddess in your own right. So after that one incident, at exactly 11:49pm Stephen had enough of the looks you were getting, even though you only had eyes for him, and proceeded to pull you into the nearest empty room and show exactly how only he could make you feel.

“Shhh, sweetheart, don’t want anyone hearing those sweet sounds you make for me.” He said, snaking his hand up your body to cover your mouth as you came. He lifted your legs off his shoulder and pinned you between him and the wall. You could taste yourself on his tongue as he kissed you, your hands continued to work on the buttons of his shirt as they had done earlier before he dropped to his knees for you. “Ah, ah sweetheart” he grabbed your wrists and moved your hand to his tight trousers where you palmed him through his clothes, “we gotta do this fast, i want all the others to see me kiss you at midnight.” He purred as he spun you around, tracing his cock between your folds before pushing you against the wall with a deep thrust. 

You didn’t like jealous stephen, but you loved the way he fucked, he was normally so gentle and kind making sure to touch and kiss you everyway possible before slowly drawing out orgasm after orgasm. But jealous Stephen, he fucked hard, he wasnt one for yelling or arguing, so he would take out his frustrations by pounding into you, he wanted to prove how fast he could make you cum how only he could make you feel that good. 

“You’re mine you know that right?” He purred as he sucked and nibbled at the pulse point on your neck leaving a purple mark for all to see. His cock had the perfect curve making it rub right against your g-spot in this position.

“Steph- please, i know im yours, fuck” you cried as his hand snaked around your neck bringing your head to his. He squeezed slightly, not enough to make it hard for you to breathe, but enough for your hand to clamp onto his wrist and walls to clench around his cock.

“Did you like the way Thor looked at you?” He moved his free hand to pull your dress down just enough to expose your tits to the world. “Did you want him looking at these?” He groaned with his cock twitching inside you. He grabbed on one of your tits, roughly massaging it in his hand and pinching on the nipple. “You know you’re so beautiful, I know you know every man smart enough wants you, admit it you like the attention.” He hissed, kissing your neck and thrusting even harder causing a pile of weights to tumble to the floor. “Tell me sweetheart, do you enjoy the attention?”

“Ye- shit, yes stephen. Fuck.” You moaned, your legs shaking at the overstimulation. He spun you around so that you could see yourselves in the mirrored walls, one hand gripped your chin and pointed you towards the mirror, while the other clung around your abdomen holding you in place as he kept himself inside you.

“Look at you.” He hummed in satisfaction, you looked at what you saw, your dress creased, tits popping out over the top of your dress, mascara running down your face, legs shaking, “look at us” you looked at him through the reflection, eyes darkened, hair stuck with sweat to his forehead, shirt falling down his shoulders and his trousers down only just enough to get his cock out. It was a sight to see, yet a sight you and stephen both loved to see, he loved showing you what he can do to you, and you loved that stupid dumb sarcastic smile of his. 

His arm that wrapped around your waist slid down to your clit as he continued pushing inside you, his fingers played with your clit using his precum that dripped from you as a lubricant, adding to the pleasure. You squeezed your eyes shut as you could feel that knot tightening, threatening to break as your insides fluttered. Stephen moaned at the sensation of your walls clenching around him.

“Open your eyes” he demanded “I want you to watch as I make you cum, i want you to realise you’re a slut, but you’re my slut.” He grunted as he felt himself drawing closer to his release, his fingers now frantically swiped up and down your clit and with his cock still hitting your g-spot, the sensation became unbearable and the knot snapped, this felt different your felt yourself dripping onto him and creating a small puddle on the hard gym floor. Your knees buckled and you melted to the floor where Stephen set you on all fours, still making sure you can see yourself in the mirror. He kept himself inside you as you slumped, trying to catch your breath

“You see that, that's how good I can make you feel. Tell me what you are.” he said, giving you a single hard thrust causing the sound of skin on skin to echo through the dark room.

“Yours.” you said through breathless moans, this landed a firm yet satisfying slap on you ass as he sped up his motions.

“My what?” he said “speak up” he said moaning, following his own ecstasy

“Your slut.” you cried out, holding yourself up as you could see in the mirror that he was completely lost in the chase for his own orgasm, so you angled yourself that you were pushing yourself onto him every time he entered you. “I’m your slut stephen, yours and yours alone, my pussy is made for you.” your words only encouraged him as he moaned with the satisfaction that the lesson he had been trying to teach you had finally sunk in. 

“That's right sweetheart, your mine” His trembling hands practically vibrated as he gripped the fat of your hips turning his knuckles white. You looked in the mirror, the smell of sex filling your nostrils, you looked at the sight behind you, his biceps straining through the sleeves of that white dress shirt you loved so much, his muscular chest shining with sweat. That was the man you fell in love with, every inch of him, even his salt and pepper temples he hated so much, you loved him.

“Say it again sweetheart.” he begged, he was so close.

“I’m your slut Stephen. I want you to fill me up, make your slut drip with your cum Stephen.” you called out with a victorious smile as he came, strengthening his grip on your waist. His body caved on top of yours as he littered your shoulder with kisses.

“Did you fuck out that atitude?” you asked with a giggle

“I don’t have an attitude.” he stated, sitting back on his knees and watching his seed drip from you. “I just like to make my opinion clear.” he smiled when you jolted as he pushed his cum back into your sensitive hole.

“I think you did.” you got up and put your underwear back on, which had been left at the door, the face he pulled when he realised you were just going to keep his seed inside you almost wanted to make you do it all again, but you did have a deadline to meet. You watched as he buttoned up his shirt and tucked himself back in place. “You know I love you and only you right?” 

“Of Course i do.” he walked over and kissed your forehead “i just wished other people understood that.” he clicked his fingers and your makeup and hair neatened themselves up like nothing had happened and linked his arm into yours.

“It was just a compliment Stephen, Thor didn’t mean anything by it.” you laughed to yourself as the hum of the party grew near

“You don’t know that for sure.” Stephen joked back as he grabbed two glasses of champagne and handed one to you.

“I know you’re jealous.” you looked at him and he rolled his eyes

“So what if I was?” he smiled “Sometimes i think you prefer it.”

“So what if I did?” your brow quirked, he opened his mouth to say something when you were interrupted by the rest of the guests beginning to count down and stephen lead you to the balcony where the others where

“3… 2… 1… Happy new year!” Stephen pulled you towards him and locked his lips with yours with a passionate kiss, you had to grip your glass so that you didn’t drop it on impact, he pulled you closer to him, allowing you to rest on his chest before finally parting.

“Happy new year sweetheart.” he smiled and gave you another peck

“Happy new year.” you smiled back

“Now correct me if i’m wrong but we need to go home, i haven’t seen you naked since last year.” he pulled your wrist

“That joke wasn’t funny last year and it still isn’t” you gave him a pity laugh

“Then why are you following me?”

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A/N: I have to say i might have gotten a little carried away with some of the language there, but im not appologising, this was based of a dream i had a few weeks back and i thought i'd turn it into a lil end of year gift for you all because in january i will have bneen posting for two years which is crazy to me because this year we have grown from around 50 followrrs to 250! which is even more crazy so, hope to get back into the swing of things next and hope you all have a great new year love ypu all sm! <3

[allthosepeopleilovetofangirlover]

Dating Sam Wilson Headcanons

Sam is perfection. He's the perfect boyfriend anyone could ever ask for.

He's kind, he's brave, he's absolutely in love with you, he knows how to take care of you.

People underestimate him. It's obvious, since he hangs out with super soldiers like Steve and Bucky, but you're very happy for Sam, your boyfriend. You love Sam for what he is, you appreciate his abilities honestly, and give him credit where it's due.

Sam pretends to be happy and confident all the time, but you can see beneath his charming exterior.

He has insecurities, has low confidence, and a lot of self-doubt. He's an Avenger, and a lot of things come with that. You always try to reassure him that what he's doing is enough, and that he's more than enough, sometimes it convinces him, sometimes it doesn't.

His love language is acts of service. He's the kind of person who'd do anything to reduce your work, and try his best to keep you stress-free and happy.

Sam likes to talk to you. He's always trying to make you laugh, and he bear it when you, the love of his life, is sad. He'll do anything to make you happy.

You have your highs and lows, and each time, he's there to support you.

Sam's great at giving a pep talk, since he was like a counselor to war veterans. But for you, he adds personal touch, and gives you real, useful advices instead of painting pictures in thin air.

You two watch a lot of movies together, and Sam spends a large time explaining to you how unrealistic the action scenes are. You bite your tongue every time and try not to remind him of the fact that he's an Avenger, and fights like that too.

People try to tell you that you can do better than Sam, or in exact words, 'why Sam Wilson? why didn't you go for Captain America or his hot friend?'. You get tired of telling people that it's Sam you love, and you don't have eyes for anyone else.

Sometimes, when Sam hears this, he gets upset. A part of him believes that you deserve far more than what he has to offer, but you dismiss his doubts by saying that it's him you love and him you want.

Your boyfriend is a hero not only for millions, but also for you. But his hero is you, his beloved partner.

Masterlist

[howlslibraryy]

Chapter 4 of "He's Mr. Perfectly Fine"

Chapter 4 is out now! Here is the link to the story: He's Mr. Perfectly Fine

Chapter Summary: Ahead of their tour of MIT, Peter meets up with a former Avenger at the request of Nick Fury, while Mickey processes what happened at the Coles High Carnival the night before. (The former Avenger is Bucky btw) So look forward to this dynamic this chapter :D

[stackthedeck]

what are ur thoughts on spidery!pete?

also if those thoughts are positive, do you have any related fic recs?

anon I love you but I'm offended that you would even ask this! This trope is like crack cocaine to me and I've written a few of these actually. I could have sworn I did a video for this for tiktok but that was the inappropriate use of superpowers videos which is just a little bit different.

This trope can be subdivided into two categories: cute and silly, and monster fucking. I prefer the second one but I'll make a list for both

✨silly and cute✨

the human heating pad by stackthedeck. Gotta promote my own stuff lmao but I am proud of this fic, Peter purrs like a spider

I'm Something of a Scientist Myself by fancastical. This is E and can be an squick for some people, but all the fun spider mating habits made me laugh and I think the relationship was built really well. Like seriously so many spider facts

Sweet As Sugar In My Mouth by kingkuebiko. Again with the spider mating habits but it's cute, short, and sweet and also from Peter's perspective so he's like "why is this doing it for me???"

It's the thought that counts by aurorae. Very very spidery Peter, just a cute fluffy one-shot of spideypool getting together

Spider’s Out of the Bag by ShimmeringBubble. Another purring fic but this time Miles gets in on it!! This fic is so cute and I love seeing them acting like brothers and god I just love Miles he's my favorite boy <3

Fics that make a compelling argument that Peter is the monster in the monster fucker ship dynamic (read the tags so so carefully):

caught in the spider's web by Stackthedeck. I wrote this one, web bondage and fangs, have fun!

Babe Wake Up, It's Pumpkin Spice Season by X_Gon_Give_It. More web bondage!! This fic has fantastic sexual tension and leans into a more spidery Peter being very dangerous

Cicatrices by WaterMe. God I adore this fic!! It's more focused on the implications of Wade's powers at first which I fucking love!! Not only is Peter more spidery it physically affects him and it's fascinating. Like this fic is not afraid to play with the dark implications of powers, but there's lots of really tender moments between Wade and Peter

The Moist Demanding Chasm of His Mouth by PastaPapi. Fangs!! Not twilight vampire fangs but like supernatural vampire fangs, trust me this shit fucks but please read the tags. Also the Spinnerets <3

Pearlescent Silk by Chancy_Lurking. This one is honestly pretty tame and sweet but I know the wrussy is not everyone's cup of tea. But it's mine and this is so good!!

[zahrabookz]

Baby Of Mine Is Now Completed and Available to Read :)

[strawberrywinter4]

do you have any fic recs where like… peter seduces wade? like i’ve been thinking about spideypool with a batcat type vibe. like why can’t peter seduce wade like one of the female spider ladies do? as a treat

What a good question. So, I haven’t read any spideypool fics in a while, BUT I have found some recs that I hope is what you’re looking for (basically role reversal, which is, I hope, at least close to what you’re trying to find).

Did ya Miss Me? by orphan_account

The Boys Wear Red by Orcusnox (Cat9894)

Ummm this is all I could really find 😭 Now I know what you mean that there are barely any fics where Peter seduces Wade, I searched so hard lol.

If ANYONE has any fic recs that are like this, please suggest them!! It would be greatly appreciated <3

Thank you so much for the ask and I wish I could have been more help :((

[astro-rain]

delicate character quotes:

quotes from songs that align with characters from my bucky fic! (if u wanna read)

bucky:

“You look so pretty, pretty like the sun / I could watch forever while you shine on everyone”

“It's all in my head, it's all in my mind / I see the darkness where you see the light / It's all in my head, who do I trust? / I thought that you loved me, what is happening to us?

“Even in my worst times / You could see the best of me / Flashback to my mistakes / My rebounds, my earthquakes / Even in my worst lies / You saw the truth in me”

“And I woke up just in time / Now I wake up by your side / My one and only, my lifeline”

“Your kiss, my cheek / I watched you leave / Your smile, my ghost / I fell to my knees”

“I will follow you way down wherever you may go / I'll follow you way down to your deepest low”

“Everywhere I go leads me back to you”

“And if I'm not the one for you /You've gotta stop holding me the way you do”

female lead (reader):

“A curse or a miracle, hearse or an oracle / You're incomparable, fuck, it was chemical”

“It's all in my head, it's all in my mind / I'm so selfish, you're so kind / It's all in my head, baby, I can't breathe / I look in the mirror, what has happened to me?”

“I wanna be perfect like all your other friends / You look so pretty, pretty like the wind / Every time you touch me, I feel adrenaline”

“There was something 'bout you that now I can't remember / It's the same damn thing that made my heart surrender”

“And I fall, I fall for you / You caught me at my weakest”

“If you're not the one for me / Why do I hate the idea of being free?”

“Tossing, turning / Struggled through the night with someone new / Lantern, burning / Flickered in the night, only you / But you were still gone, gone, gone”

“Your touch brought forth an incandescent glow / Tarnished but so grand”

“My house of stone, your ivy grows / And now I'm covered in you”

“My mind is a place that I can't escape your ghost”

“I'm a wreck without you here / I'm a wreck since you've been gone / I've tried to put this all behind me / I think I was wrecked all along”

“I still love you, I promise / Nothin' happened in the way I wanted / Every corner of this house is haunted”

“Everything I know brings me back to us”

“Skies grew darker / Currents swept you out again / And you were just gone and gone, gone and gone”

quotes for the relationship:

“I felt it, you held it / Do you miss us, us / Wonder if you regret the secret / Of us”

“And when you're far away / I still feel it all / And when you're far away / I still feel it all the same”

“Everyone thinks that they know us / But they know nothing about / All of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation / My hands are shaking from holding back from you”

“Wait and pretend / Hold on and hope that we'll find our way back in the end”

“How's one to know? / I'd live and die for moments that we stole / On begged and borrowed time”

“These hands had to let it go free, and / This love came back to me”

[shelfthe-reader]

6. Are there any fics from others you reread all the time?

OOOO YES YES YES!! (Brings up my Google Doc! And some of these aren’t on the doc since they aren’t Percy Jackson related)(now you people get to see my ao3 history)(thinking about changing my name + PFP so you can’t tell it’s me)

Percy Jackson

Dawn Rises from the East by @tsarisfanfiction . I have it under good authority that I’m half of those hits.

Dear Reader by @wrongcaitlyn . This fic OFFICIALLY introduced me to Lizzy, Gracie, and Phoebe’s music

it’s just our bringing up that gets us out of hand by ma_lar_key on Ao3. I first clicked it because the title is LITERALLY a lyric from West Side Story but I’m obsessed with it all

Senior Year Cliches by @no2ticonderoga . My favorite Senior Year/High School AU that follows canon (for the most part)

^^ These have all been read at LEAST three times a piece (sometimes more, depending on if I read the PDF at school during studyhall)

Now we’re gonna get into the fics/fandoms that I never talk about because, contrary to popular belief, I do (sometimes) care about my digital footprint

Marvel

See You as You Are by Wholocked96 - curiosity killed the cat with this ship (Sam Wilson x T’Challa) and now I’ve read it four times

I probably have a couple more marvel ones/two other fandoms that I won’t disclose at this time but I can’t remember rn and I’ve been at this for too long

[captinamericashusband]

The Love Letter | Steve Rogers/Captain America x Male!Reader

A/N: Another Steve Rogers fanfic because he is a cutie. This one is way shorter than my first fic and not the best writing I've done admittedly. Anyways, enjoy!

P.S. Stream Short n' Sweet by Sabrina Carpenter 💋

The Love Letter

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: Y/N, too afraid to verbally confess his feelings for Steve, gives him a love letter instead

Warnings: Sad

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Natasha stared bewildered at Y/N, aggressively punching the boxing dummy in the team's training room. With each continuous whack, growing strength with each successive hit, the dent in the dummy's torso grew larger. Natasha observed that he only acted this vehemently if something was bothering him. The last time this occurred was after a botched mission that resulted in numerous accidental deaths and tonnes of paperwork. As Y/N began winding down from his strenuous training, Natasha approached him, already having a slight idea for the cause of his trouble.

“It’s Steve isn’t it?” she abruptly asked. 

Y/N glanced towards her with a questioning look. “I’m sorry?”

“You like him, but you’re too scared to tell him.”

Y/N stared at her, trying to maintain a look that conveyed he was completely unsure as to what she was on about. However, he soon cracked under the pressure of her intense piercing gaze and gave her a resigned look. Sighing, he said, “Was I that obvious?”

"Y/N, we all see the way you ogle him." Y/N's jaw slightly clenched at his obliviousness to his obvious crushing. "The whole team knows, and I wouldn't be surprised if Steve himself did too."

Y/N let out a frustrated groan, running a hand through his hair. He always hated Natasha’s cunning observational skills. But he was aware this time his long-term crush was exposed at his fault. “I just don’t know how to tell him. I mean, what if he doesn’t feel the same?”

Natasha lightly placed her hand on Y/N’s shoulder. “You’re not going to ruin anything by telling him. There’s nothing wrong with being honest. Plus, there could be the chance he likes you also.”

Y/N’s head shook slightly. “I’m not sure how to tell him without completely embarrassing myself in front of him.”

Natasha’s expression turned deep with thought. Then, the metaphorical light bulb lit up in her head. "Maybe you should write him a letter. That way nothing you’ll say will be misconstrued. It's the most objective way to say your feelings for him, Y/N."

Y/N glanced towards Natasha, unaware if she was serious or saying everything in jest. "Wouldn't it be easier if I sent him a text message?"

Natasha shook her head. "Letters are more romantic. Plus, Steve is old-fashioned. I'm sure he'd appreciate it more than some lacklustre text."

As Natasha left the training grounds, Y/N began thinking deeply about her suggestion. He never imagined telling Steve about his feelings, let alone confessing through a handwritten letter. The worse that could occur, he thought, was that Steve would reject him and the entire trajectory of any friendship they had would completely change beyond recognition. However, the idea of Steve being whisked away by anyone else was enough to fill him with dread. He couldn't have a repeat of his emotions during Steve's brief fling with Sharon Carter. Tear-dampened tissues filled his room the week he heard the news – he reached a new low during that time. After his shower in the gym's adjacent locker room, Y/N began devising what he would say and how exactly he would say it.

Walking back to his room, Y/N made a brief detour to one of Tony's several printers scattered around the compound to grab several sheets of paper. He was already anticipating the inevitable drafts that would end up in his garbage bin. As he sat on his desk, cracking his knuckles before putting pen to paper, he hoped whatever monstrosity he would conjure would convey his feelings in a way that Steve would fully reciprocate them.

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After three hours and several tossed crumpled balls of paper in his garbage, Y/N finally created what he thought was the best thing he had ever written. Skimming through it again, he started thinking otherwise and that it was actually really bad. The letter read:

Steve,

I've been thinking a lot lately, and I finally decided I needed to air it out. Natasha suggested writing you a letter, and honestly, I was hesitant at first. But the more I considered it, I realised it was the only suitable option for this situation. I know you're not the type for overly grand gestures, so I'll keep it simple.

Ever since we met, I've been admiring you. Not just for the reason that you're Captain America, but also for what I've seen in who you are as a person. Your kindness, bravery, strength, and dedication amongst many more of your qualities are things I've come to deeply respect. Over time, these feelings I felt for you have grown from something more than admiration – something I never expected.

I've tried to hide it, but I'm not sure I can anymore. I like you, Steve. I really like you a lot, as more than a friend. I know you've been through a lot, so I don't want any of this to complicate you any further. I just needed to tell you how I feel. I value the friendship we have, and I don't want this to negatively change that.

I understand if you don't feel the same way. If you'd prefer it, we could both pretend I never wrote you this. But if there is a chance you feel the same, maybe we could both see where this goes. No pressure, no expectations – just honesty.

Y/N

After rereading it for the fifth time, Y/N decided this was the best it would get. If Steve hated it, then so be it. Y/N put the letter in a sleek dark brown envelope from a stationary set he bought earlier from a high-end arts and crafts store. Since it was for Steve, he had splurged on whatever he could in hopes it would convey the seriousness of his feelings.

As Y/N walked towards Steve’s room, a feeling of severe anxiety washed over him, causing him to fidget with the letter between his fingers. The outcomes of the letter-sending were so polar that he wasn’t sure if his feelings were worth the chance. On one hand, Steve would feel the same and both would live happily ever after. On the other, Steve would downright reject him, their friendship would be destroyed, and the awkwardness would find a way to infiltrate its way into the team, getting in the way of their world-saving. 

Steve’s door came into view, and the urge to turn around and leave became stronger for Y/N. Before Y/N could back down, he heard footsteps descending the hallway’s corner. After quickly slipping the letter under the door frame, Y/N ran in the opposite direction. Whatever was to ensue after was up in the hands of whichever deity was out there.

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The team assembled for dinner shortly after Y/N’s letter made it to Steve’s room. As he sat in his designated spot beside Natasha, his hands started becoming clammy, and his head became nauseous with worrying thoughts. Steve has yet to arrive at the table. Coughing lightly, Y/N turned towards Natasha. 

“I did it, Nat.” Y/N quivered softly. 

“Did what, Y/N/N?” She said in between her chewing.

“I sent him the letter. Earlier this evening, I sent him the letter. God, I can’t believe I listened to you.”

Natasha turned her head, eyes wide in disbelief. Before she could respond, Steve walked into the dining room. The team greeted him, including Y/N whose voice wavered slightly upon seeing the man he so recently confessed his feelings for. Steve’s eyes wandered around the table until they stopped on Y/N. The two looked at each other, and Y/N’s stomach churned. He tried to read Steve’s expression, but it was indistinguishable. As his heart pounded, his hands trembled under the table. 

Natasha slightly nudged Y/N with her elbow. “Relax, Y/NN. Just see how he acts.”

Y/N nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat. As Steve approached the table, he pulled the chair directly in front of Y/N, sitting down with a small smile. “Hey, everyone,” Steve greeted, his voice soft and supple, smiling brightly at the team. 

Y/N managed to contort a crooked smile in return. “Hi, Steve.” His voice wavered once again and his cheeks blushed. He looked down towards his plate in hopes no one noticed.

As the team continued with their conversation – Bruce and Tony bantering about lab tech, Thor sharing a story about Asgard, and Clint making sarcastic remarks near the table’s end – Y/N kept glancing towards. Steve looked relaxed, but every so often, his eyes would also meet Y/N’s, and Y/N’s stomach would be sent into a spiral of front flips. 

At one point, Steve met Y/N’s gaze and held it for longer than usual. Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. He knew at that point that Steve must have read the letter. There was no other reason for the glances they shared with each other, and the slight glint of something in Steve’s eyes. He could already sense the inevitable conversation Steve was about to confront him with in the not-so-distant future.

Dinner continued, and eventually, the team started to disperse. As for Y/N, his heart sank as he remembered it was his turn to wash the dishes today. Today of all days. Even more troubling, Steve had volunteered behind to help with cleaning. Y/N already knew where this was going to lead. With one last glance at Natasha who offered him a reassuring smile, it was just Y/N and Steve left together.

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The kitchen was dead silent as the two men cleared the table, the clinking of dishes and the sound of running water from the sink being the only interruption. Y/N could feel Steve’s presence beside him – comforting and warm, but tonight it felt different. Heavy. He couldn’t conjure the courage to look at him, instead focusing on aggressively rubbing a stubborn stain on one of the plates.

Finally, after what like an eternity, Steve finally broke the silence. “Y/N,” he said, his voice carrying a certain softness that made Y/N’s heart beat faster. “About the letter…”

Y/N froze, squeezing the sponge in his hand hard. He knew this was bound to happen, but hearing Steve’s voice mention his letter still made him incredibly nervous. Slowly, he turned towards Steve, ready for whatever he was about to be hit with. “Yeah?” he managed to whisper, his voice barely managing to make it above a whisper.

Steve fully turned towards Y/N, setting down the dish he was currently drying and meeting his eyes. His expression was serious, and his blue eyes were holding a feeling Y/N couldn’t decipher – nervousness, maybe, or regret. “I read it,” he said quietly. “And I want you to know that I’m honoured that you trust me enough to share your feelings with me. I really am.”

Y/N’s heart clenched. He felt the impending doom through Steve’s tone. Y/N nodded slowly, attempting to keep his emotions in check. “But…?”

Steve took a deep breath, he turned away briefly before meeting Y/N’s eyes again. “But I don’t feel the same way,” he said, voice firm but soft. “I care about you a lot, Y/N, as a friend. I value our friendship and I don’t want to hurt you. But I don’t see you the same way as you see me.”

Y/N’s felt his heart shatter, the pieces were spiralling into a million jagged edges. The pain was worse than anything he experienced. It felt worse than any gunshot or stab wound he ever endured. “I understand,” he said. It was evident he was trying to hold back tears. “I just thought… maybe…”

Steve’s hand hovered above Y/N’s. He hesitated before retracting it, unsure if Y/N wanted to be touched or not. “I really am sorry, Y/N. I don’t want to make this awkward between us. I value our friendship too much for that.”

Y/N could only nod again. His chest swelled with a numbing feeling. He then realised what the glint was in Steve’s eyes. It was pity. “Yeah, no I totally understand,” he muttered. He stared at the soapy water. “It’s fine. I’m fine. I shouldn’t have said anything. It was stupid – I’m sorry.”

“Hey,” Steve said gently. “It was not stupid at all. You have every right to express your feelings. I’m just sorry I couldn’t give you the answer you were looking for, Y/N.”

Y/N could feel the tears pooling near the ducts of his eyes. The weight of the rejection fully settled on his shoulders. “Yeah well…thank you for being honest. I appreciate it, I guess,” he whispered, turning back to the dishes to hide the tears now streaming down his cheeks. He scrubbed at the plates more force than necessary, trying to channel to pain he was feeling towards his hands. 

Steve hesitated. It was clear he wanted to say more, but he could tell Y/N wanted him to leave. “I really am sorry, Y/N.”

Y/N couldn’t trust himself to speak again, afraid his voice would hint at the tears leaving his eyes. After a brief moment of silence, he could hear Steve’s footsteps retracting from the kitchen.

When he was sure Steve was gone, Y/N let out a shaky breath before letting his tears fall freely. He gripped the edge of the sink, knuckles turning white in an attempt to hold himself together. But it was to no avail. He slid down to the floor, back against the kitchen sink. The pain was too raw to hold in. As he buried his head in his hands, he sobbed and prayed that no one would walk in and see his miserable self.

He was fully prepared for the possibility of rejection. But everything in him was hoping Steve would feel the same. That the future he envisioned for both of them together would become real somehow. The heartache he felt was unbearable, and each breath he took was a struggle as he attempted to calm himself down. Was he not good enough for Steve? Was he not attractive enough? Y/N started internally beating himself, trying to find the reason he wasn’t desirable for the only person he could ever want.    

Minutes passed, maybe hours; Y/N wasn’t sure. Eventually, the tears started slowing down and his breathing became more shallow. He wiped his tears with the back of his hand, taking a few shaky breaths before standing up. He knew he had to pick himself up and move on. But for now, Y/N could let himself wallow in his grief. 

As he walked back to his room, he couldn’t help but think if he could ever face Steve without breaking all over again. 

FIN

A/N: Sorry! Hope you enjoyed! Next one will be cute as fuck I didn't enjoy writing this one that much actually it didn't fill me with happy giddy feelings.

[iamsherlocked1479]

Something more

Pairing: Dr Strange x f!Reader

Summary: y/n is a student getting ready for a christmas party at kamar-taj and a certain sourcer takes a special interest in her.

Word count: 2.8K words

Genre: meeting at a party, smut, aingst/18+

Warnings: NSFW, eating out, sexual content, swearing

A/N: well I haven't written smut in a while so i wanted to, thought i'd male it festive as its the festive season. Enjoy!

The halls to the sanctum had been decorated perfectly, you didn’t know what made it perfect but it just was. How the sourcers had made an over five hundred year old temple look like the modern christmas winter wonderland it had become must have been, well, sorcery. The walls were dimly lit by thousands of tiny Christmas lights and the snow was pushed neatly into piles with tiny snowmen guarding the paths. Kamar-taj itself has become the perfect winter destination, and for a young apprentice it would be the perfect party to end the year. 

Your breath escaped into the cold air as you leant out your chamber window admiring the work of the masters. You turned to examine the dress you had picked out specifically to wear tonight, the theme was obviously christmas and while you were not always the most Christmassy dresser during the season you finally settled on a bright scarlett dress that made the oceanic sapphires of your eyes really pop. You weren’t willing to openly admit it but you were hoping the dress would help you get laid, it had been six full months since you had any intimate contact with anyone. Well technically it was five years and eight months but you could discount the five years of being blipped and two months of realising literally anyone close to you had either moved away or sadly passed.

That's exactly what led you here, you bumped into Master Wong on the way out of the cemetery after spending two hours crying over the loss of your mother, which of course was expected. You remember exactly how he responded to a teary eyed girl smacking right into him and his less amused friend, who also happened to be a respected master (but that information will be discussed later), he wasn’t angry or offended like his accomplice. He was quite the opposite, forgiving and welcoming, offering you a place in kamar-taj to learn the ways of mystic arts. Of course at first you insisted you’d be fine and didn’t need to be part of any cults on the other side of the world, but after a rough night of heavy drinking and a questionable looking one night stand curiosity got the better of you and here you are six months later hoping an expensive dress will get you laid. 

But by the looks of it, it was exactly what it was designed for. When women look at it, they imagine how it will make their figure look or boobs pop. But this dress, this was the kind of dress that caught the attention of men who would spend the whole night calculating how easy it would be to get off. If it was the kind of dress that would allow them to slip their hand between your thighs or if it would allow them quick access to the goods in the bathroom. And yes, yes it did all of those things and that's exactly why your touched deprived ass decided to pick that dress, hopefully it didn’t attract the attention of the elders.

You spent a couple hours showering and preparing your makeup while waiting for your two friends to knock on your door and when they did their eyes widened.

“Oh my god y/n that dress is stunning look what it does for your figure!” they both gasped 

“Well that's kind of the idea.” you say awkwardly rubbing the back of your neck. You follow the snowmen down the path to where the sounds of laughter and fancy versions of Christmas music echoed from the warmly lit courtyard. The large wooden doors were pulled open by magic revealing small fires neatly placed everywhere trying to regain some heat. Most people were huddled in small groups discussing the year or plans they had made for the holidays. Instinctively you and your friends went to the boys of your group who were already there, grabbing a glass of champagne from one of the passing servers. You saw the effect of your dress working, Thomas, one of your close friends eyed you constantly as the group laughed. Maybe he would be tonight's main course, without expecting you had already drained your first drink. 

“Excuse me.” you wave your hand at the passing servant who completely blanks you as she heads straight for Wong who was busy hugging someone who awkwardly hugged back. You follow the servant towards them who continues to blank you as you try to stop them.

“Strange! I wasn’t expecting you this evening.” Wong cheered. He pulled back revealing Master Strange, protector of the New York sanctum who looked like a child whose mother had forced him to appear at the family dinner.

“Excuse me” you mutter again to the servant who still paid no attention to you.

“Well I knew if i didn’t come tonight i would be forced to come to the new years eve party.” he paused while taking a drink from his cup. “Excuse me, madam, will you please give the young lady her drink so she can stop circling us.” he asked the server who stood confused looking around for who he was talking about. “For god's sake, allow me.” he tutted and grabbed a champagne glass and began heading in your direction, you froze, panicking, you didn't want to interrupt them, you just wanted a drink. He held out the glass to you and smiled “what's a girl gotta do to get a drink around here huh.” he smiled. You took the drink cautiously and then said the worst possible thing could have happened.

“You're welcome” you say taking the drink from his hand, what the hell was that? walk away, walk away now. You turned and swifty made your escape keeping your eyes locked on your friend Lauren who witnessed the whole thing, she found it quite the comedy show. You hide your face in her shoulder as she laughed

“Oh my god , there goes my chances of shadowing one of the most experienced members of the mystic arts.” you say drowning in your own shame.

“Hey at least your dress is working.” she points out the way that Strange’s eyes had not left your figure since your embarrassing encounter.

“Yeah but he’s at least ten years older than me.” You watched him closely.

“Older men have experience.” she nudged you playfully and you both laughed. 

The evening progressed rather smoothly, with the servants finally focusing on others so your supply of champagne was never low. Your eyes would occasionally drift over to the more experienced sourcers who’s laughter echoed through the courtyard and every time it did, Stange’s eyes would somehow find their way to you and your scarlet dress. You wondered what it would be like for him to fuck you, he looked like the kind of man who knew what he was doing and would definitely waste no time in removing your dress. But maybe that's what he put out to the world, perhaps he was the complete opposite, and would spend his time exploring every inch of your body, either way you would be happy to find out. Like Lauren said he would for sure have the experience of an older man.

By now your taste for champagne had grown weak and you yearned for something with more of a kick, your eyes averted to the bar and most importantly the stools, your shoes were devouring your feet and you could only take so much. You slump down into the stool and let out a subtle sigh of relief.

“What can I get for you?” the bartender asked, placing a glass down he had been polishing.

“I think she’ll have water.” a deep husky voice answered for you, you turned to see master Strange leaning on the bar next to you smiling softly at the bartender who looked at you for a reply.

“I’m sorry what gives you the right” You say mildly offended

“I just watched you down four champagnes in one hour” he smirked.

“And what's stopping me from going to get another one now?” you both look at the server who stood in the doorway at the opposite side of the room.

“Absolutely nothing.” he did the same annoying smirk again before nodding his head to the door “go on.”

“That's besides the point why do you get to stop me?” you ask insulted, he gently grabbed your arm and pulled himself closer to your ear and spoke softly.

“Because when I ask you to come home with me so I can take that dress off you, I’d like you to be conscious so I don't feel guilty.” His tone released a swarm of butterflies into your gut and your mouth grew dry. You call over the bartender

“Two waters please.” The bartender nodded and placed two water glasses in front of the two of you and left you to your conversation.

“So I guess my friend was correct, you have been staring at me all night.” You take a small sip of the cold water whilst watching Strange run his long dexterous fingers around the rim of his glass wiping the condensation forming at the sides.

“I also wanted to apologise for being so rude when we met a few months ago, I was the guy who seemed more than irritated when you bumped into us ( I told you we’d get to that.)” You hadn’t listened to a word he said. Your sole focus was imaging what his fingers could do and why he had such large scars running down them. “Like i said, i’m sorry” he rubbed your shoulder gently snapping you out of your trance.

“No worries, I'm sorry the laughter of strangers is completely throwing me off.” you laugh swallowing the last of your drink.

“Then let's get some air.” He held out his hand and you gladly took it.The cold air hit you both sharply causing him to act in the most gentlemanly way. “You must be cold in that dress, here.” He removed his jacket revealing how well his white shirt fitted around his unexpected muscular frame, fitting perfectly around his tall stature. In that moment you took in Master Strange his grey stripes that highlighted each side of his hairline and how his goatee was neatly trimmed. You wandered if when and if he went down on you you would feel the roughness of his head between you.

“Thank you” you finally answer. You head to the balcony where it's quiet, “It’s beautiful” You were right the full moon casted its bright light over the crowded city of Tibet, the usually busy daytime was tamed and quiet during the night.

“I used to come up here to practise my spells” He said, eyeing the view. You look at him curiously trying to imagine what he was like, surely a master this experience caught on almost instantly. He noticed you staring and did the same smiling smugly.

“What?” you ask

“Nothing, just admiring the view. God my coat looks amazing on you, it really completes the look. A perfect addition on my part.” He brushed your shoulders, wiping off the snow that was begging to fall softly around you. Your eyes locked on his soft pink lips, wondering how they’d taste. An unexpected force brought you together, lips locking as his tongue entered your mouth. Your eyes closed as he pulled you in wrapping his arms around your body, you felt a sudden wave of warmth. You opened your eyes to the sight of the warm  quiet aura of the New York sanctum, unlike the rest of the sanctums it hadn’t been decorated with christmas decorations. It was just the same old sanctum and something about that felt calm and organised.

“So I assume you’re not the festive kind of man Strange?” you aks chuckling slightly

“I find holidays and parties distract people from their work.” He said walking to the fireplace and lighting it with ease. “And it's Stephen by the way, I figured if you wanted to spend the night you might as well know my name. That is if you want to.” he sat comfortably in an armchair crossing his leg securely over the other.

“If i didn’t then i would have got another champagne, and i think you should know that my name is y/n.” you smile flirtatiously and slide his jacket off your shoulders. You throw it towards him and he jumps regaining consciousness after watching you glide into the chair opposite him. “So tell me Stephen do you often bring women home after eyeing them all evening?” you circulate your fingers on the arm of the chair smiling at his face watching them glide over the seams.

“Quite the opposite, I only came because I have to show my face every year at least once or they start to think I'm dead. And if i didn't come to this one i think Wong would have brought the party to me.” he laughed

“I wouldn't have minded it.” you got up and walked over to him and pulled him up. Your mouths locked once again, only this time he ran his arms up to the zip of your dress, you followed his actions and began working on each button of his silk white shirt. He pulled away and opened a portal to his room and you both pushed each other to the bed laughing and joking. You step out of your dress and lay down on the bed watching him undress and thats when you realised you where about to make love for the first time, of course you’d fucked before but that was just your body. Now it was so much more you wanted this to be with your heart, your heart had never been involved with the other men before. You could only hope that he was putting more than his body into this as well. All of your thoughts disappeared when he began his work on you he started at you lips before moving down to your neck sucking on the sweet spot allowing a small moan to escape from your lips, his own purrs sent a ripple down your spine as he moved down you your breasts, the bristles of his goatee tickled you nipples,he moved across them but quickly moving down your abdomen to the centrepiece of you body. His eyes darkened with lust as he removed your black panties

“My, Myn y/n. Look at how wet you are for me already” he growled before diving in between your folds twirling his tongue around your delicate clit. He began to light a fuse within you drawing you closer and to a climax.

“Oh fuck Stephen keep doing that, i’m going to cum.” you moan. He pulled away with a devilish smile.

“I don't want you to cum until my cock is deep inside you.” He pulled off his trousers revealing his neatly groomed thick cock that slapped fully erect onto his abdomen. He grabbed you ankles and pulled you to the edge of the bed where he stepped off and plunged himself deep into you. His cock filled every one of your walls until he was balls deep within you, the answer to the question you asked yourself earlier was slowly being revealed he fucked you hard with passion unlike you had ever felt before and it was amazing. He wrapped his arms around your thighs somehow managing to increase the pleasure into a whole new level.

“F-fuck, fuck me Stephen Strange.” You could feel your walls tightening around him as your breathing became irregular and the spark ignited again.

“Oh fuck darling I love the way your pussy tightens around my cock when you cum.” he fucked you through your orgasm moaning along with you. His pace began to grow irregular until he became close to his own climax. He stuttered and pulled himself from you and released hot white ropes onto your stomach slouching over you. He summoned up a cloth and wiped his mess of you and laid next to your paralysed self, exhausted from the events that had unfolded. “I’m not done with you yet, I want you to stay. I want to taste you again.” moved his hand reaching out to stroke your head that you had placed on his stomach. 

“If you insist” you smile and sit over his face and grip the head board as he begins his feast. His goatee brushed against your folds causing you to bite down tightly with your teeth on the oak headboard of his bed. The pair of you moaned and fucked for the next few hours stopping breifly to eat. 

By morning you lay in his arms watching the rise and fall of his chest, the warmth from his body awakened something you hadn't felt since before Thanos. It was a sense of safety and belonging, you had already made your mark in his life, the bite marks of his headboard were a clear example, but the way he held you in his arms was a clear sign that this wouldn’t just end up being a one night stand.

It was something more.

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[allthosepeopleilovetofangirlover]

Dating Stephen Strange Headcanons

Let's be real, this man is OBSESSED with you.

Stephen is the kind of guy who's either not into you at all or he's absolutely in love with you. There's no in between for him.

When you two got together, Stephen would follow you around, trying to see and remember basic things about you like your everyday habits, what you like and dislike. He did this because he wanted to know what would keep you happy and what wouldn't.

His love language is gift giving. Anytime if you even look at something and your eyes light up, he will remember what that was and will get it for you. No matter the cost.

You always reprimand him for buying something way too expensive for you, but all he replies with is : Darling, you're the most precious thing I have. This is the least I can do for you.

He's a hotshot surgeon, but he holds interest in nobody other than you. You're it for him.

You get jealous of women who tail him around, who can't get it in their heads that he's in a serious, committed relationship with you.

If you start doubting yourself and start feeling insecure, Stephen is always there to reassure you, calm you down, and doesn't even hesitate to show all those women that he belongs to you.

But he also doesn't hesitate to show other men that you belong to him.

Stephen is very possessive, and hates it when any other man gets too close to you. You're his, and no one else gets to be too close for comfort.

If he ever spots you laughing with someone, or talking to someone for too long, he'll try to revert your attention back to him.

God forbid, if he ever finds a man flirting with you or bothering you, his deadly glares with turn into violent punches.

He's also deadly protective, always touching you in some form at public events, and keeping an alert eye on your surroundings, searching if anyone is giving you unwanted attention.

Though you've told him dozens of times that you can protect yourself just fine, he's always unconvinced.

Though he doesn't underestimate you, he just wants to be a man who protects his lady.

He'll be hesitant to introduce to the fellow Avengers because he's worried that you'll be overwhelmed, but you insist that you'll be fine.

You constantly worry about his safety and well-being whenever he's on missions, that's something you cannot stop doing even after tons of reassuring from him.

He's arrogant, and has plenty of anger issues, but you motivate him to be a better person. And he likes it.

Your smile can melt his heart, and he'll keep the world at your feet if you just asked.

Despite being responsible and secretive about his powers, Stephen wouldn't hesitate to use them once in a while to make you feel happy.

You're a gem in Stephen's life, just like he is in yours. You're eternally grateful to have each other, and love each other unconditionally.

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[howlslibraryy]

Chapter 5 of "He's Mr. Perfectly Fine"

Chapter 5 has just been released: He's Mr. Perfectly Fine (AO3 link)

Summary: Kamala and the rest of the recruited Young Avengers learn of what is going on at MIT campus and the aftermath of the incident is still reeling through Peter and newly super-powered Mickey's heads. Meanwhile, Dr. Strange bids farewell to his trusted student.

We get to see some dynamics we haven't seen in the MCU in this chapter :)

[romerona]

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Somebody To Love:

In which the daughter of the Lord of Darkness who was born with the sole purpose of destroying the universe falls in love with Peter Parker.

Wattpad: TessaRyoung Ao3: Natflower1331

Act I: Doctor Strange (2016)

Prologue.

Chapter 1: The green man's visit.

Chapter 2: The Strange man's travel.

Chapter 3: Tour of the temple.

Chapter 4: The blind girl.

Chapter 5: Borrow books.

Chapter 6: Dream walking.

Chapter 7: The strawberry mission.

Chapter 8: Out of your head.

Chapter 9: Jack Frost's kiss.

Chapter 10: The bazaar.

Chapter 11: The beginning of the end.

Chapter 12: Possession of the body.

Chapter 13: Small comfort.

Chapter 14: One last goodbye.

Chapter 15: New York and Surgeons.

Chapter 16: Life-saving bug.

Chapter 17: Gods of Asgard. (Thor Ragnarok)

Chapter 18: Precious stones. (Infinity War)

ACT II: End Game/ Far From Home

LOVELY LOVE

ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ɪᴛ ꜰɪɴᴅꜱ ʏᴏᴜ. ꜰᴏʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴇᴍᴇʀꜱᴏɴ, ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ, ɪᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴏꜰꜰ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴇᴇᴛ… ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀʟʟʏ.

Harry James Potter x OCFEM!

Masterlist.

[crumbledcastle28]

Bucky Barnes: Together (If The Fates Allow)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader (she/her; afab)

Excerpt: “As he swayed with you, copious amounts of sweet nothings came to his mind, and he nearly spilled them all. But something about the mix of the music with the silence of your voices felt like communication enough. It was as though you were speaking a language together, through your own brains and your own hearts, that this was all you needed.”

Warnings: Bucky gets a bit sad, is a total simp for the reader, and it ends in a makeout. What more can you ask for? Reader also has blue eyes. This is also completely off-canon and makes no sense with any actual marvel plot.

A/N: Surpriseeeee. Merry Christmas @leahkenobi.

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His brothers sigh of disappointment through the phone cut through him sharply, working its way down to his chest.

“I’m sorry Buck, with the weather being how it is, we’re staying in tonight. I’m sorry.”

He leaned against the kitchen counter, squeezing the bridge of his nose with his fingertips. He expected this call as soon as the snowflakes outside changed from slush-like droplets to thick balls of powder, packing down the entrance to every building in New York City. Including the Avengers Tower, which had been decorated for the holidays as soon as the clock struck midnight on Thanksgiving night. Bucky leading said decorating, of course, saying he wanted the compound to look “classic.”

And did it ever.

Multi-colored Christmas lights, a glittering evergreen coated in ornaments on the verge of gaudy, with a surrounding atmosphere of stockings, nutcrackers, reindeer, and his favorite, penguins. It was a winter wonderland, crafted in his own design. One of the few things in his life he had been proud of making with his own hands.

And he wanted to show it to you. That’s all he wanted for Christmas, to see the familiar light in your eye that every person could see get impossibly brighter at something from him. That he did. But, how could he forget, he was James Buchanan Barnes, and he was not known to leave behind a trail of good-fortune.

Bucky creased his eyebrows together and took a deep breath. “It’s alright Steve, just stay safe pal.”

“We will Buck. We will. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” he responded, and ended the call the way you had taught him to. Your laughs while attempting to explain how iPhones work floated around his brain, and it cut a bright spot through his ever-present darkness.

He leaned forward slightly to catch a glimpse of you on the couch, and your light cut through his darkness even more.

You were sat comfortably, leaning against the arms of the couch with a fuzzy blanket around your middle. You had on jeans and a sweater—Christmas-themed of course, one you had “treated yourself” to, not knowing that Bucky had secretly taken care of it himself—and your hair was done how you liked it. Your makeup complimented the natural vision that was you perfectly, brightening the spots that were already brightened, and  accentuating the parts of you that sucked out his breath when he first caught you in his sight.

You looked perfect. Absolutely perfect.

A part of him was excited nobody else got to see you looking this way, but the rest of him cracked for you. He could see your excitement in the way you were sitting—on the edge of your seat, scrolling mindlessly on your phone, obviously waiting for some kind of sign from him that it was time to go.

He gritted his teeth and internally cursed every god out there, wishing they could be the ones to cause the disappointment on your face, not him.

He pushed himself off the counter and breathed deeply, running his hand through his hair as he made his way towards you. Your head turned as he walked, and your eyes sunk at his demeanor.

He’d been through so much pain in his life, and while this was not a big deal in the long run, the light blue of your eyes turning even a tone of interstellar sunk his stomach every time.

“I’m sorry baby,” he said, swallowing hard. “Everyone’s staying home tonight.”

You gave him a sad smile before your lips fell into a line, but you shrugged your shoulders nonetheless. “It’s okay. It’s probably best to keep everyone safe.”

He loved you more than anything in that moment, but he also knew you better than anyone.

He sat down at your side and placed a hand on your thigh, internally recalling the times he had done so before to calm your nerves and how much you seemed to like it, before mumbling. “It’s okay to be disappointed. I’m disappointed. I wanted you to see the tower all decorated.”

You smiled at him, ever the optimist. You brushed back his hair and said, “There’s always Christmas Day, I can see it then.”

He nodded, eyes fluttering at how you always touched him just right, before he brought your palm down to his mouth. “I’m sorry you didn’t get to show off your sweater.”

You laughed, smiling wide enough to crease your eyes, and he smiled widely too. “Good thing you prefer it off of me.”

He laughed loudly, knowing your joke was purely to make him feel better, and pushed you back into the couch. The both of you laughed together as he pulled himself on top of you. He kissed around your neck teasingly, tasting a mix of your skin and perfume, and brought his hand to the warm skin of your rib cage. You laughed joyously, cheeks reddening as he kissed around you.

He smiled at your flustered state, feeling his own heart pound. “You know me too well.”

He felt you kiss his cheek and he hummed, enjoying your softness and comfort. He leaned back to look at you smiling up at him, the wide-open window showing the blizzard outside giving your face the perfect silhouette, and he exhaled in satisfaction.

You always seemed to bring that specific exhale to him, one that he had been unable to explain to both his friends and himself. It was an exhale of calamity, serenity, peace. Like one’s muscles relaxing after getting home from a long day, or eating a warm meal after being out in the cold. You were complete and total tranquility for him, and you deserved a happy Christmas Eve if it was the last thing he did.

He brushed your hair back and kissed your forehead before untangling himself from you. He pulled you up from the couch by your hand and sat you up straight before practically sprinting his way into the kitchen, hearing your laugh as he headed towards his destination.

“Where are you going?” you asked brightly, and he smiled. Every ounce of disappointment had already left your tone, which only egged him on.

He stopped next to the stove and pulled out his stereo, the one you had gotten him exactly a year ago, and pressed play. He turned the dial slightly to the right, and the familiar baritone of Frank Sinatra drifted throughout the apartment. He then slowly made his way back to you, your body language showing him your eagerness, before he pulled you to your feet and wrapped your arms around his neck. A blush crept up your neck once more, and Bucky kissed the side of your mouth as he began to sway to the tune.

The same exhale of relief you always brought him exited from your lips that time, and you tucked your head into Bucky’s chest. Right over his heartbeat. He held you tightly, warming from the inside out, and placed his chin on your head. Completely surrounding you in him.

He had never felt so complete in his life.

As he swayed with you, copious amounts of sweet nothings came to his mind, and he nearly spilled them all. But something about the mix of the music with the silence of your voices felt like communication enough. It was as though you were speaking a language together, through your own brains and your own hearts, that this was all you needed. Just the feeling of being pressed against each other, snowed in on Christmas Eve, with nothing but brightness to look forward to. This feeling of “what could go wrong” used to fill him with gut-wrenching dread, but now, with you in his arms, he had the strength to push that all away, and just live.

You mumbled something against the fabric of his maroon sweater, but he couldn’t quite catch it.

“What was that baby?” he asked, kissing the top of your head.

“Why didn’t we think of this sooner?”

He smiled, laughing deeply, and whispered, “I don’t know.”

You pulled away from him to look into his eyes, still swaying. “Can this be a new tradition?”

He smiled down at you, framing your face in his hands, before pressing a firm kiss to your mouth. “Of course baby. Whatever you want.”

You smiled up at him, and he noticed a thin line of tears beginning to mist below your perfect eyes. Like icicles dangling from trees against a bright blue sky. Luckily for him, he knew they were from pure goodness and gratitude.

He kissed you again. And again. And again. Before whispering against your lips. “I love you.”

You pulled him in deeper by his collar, beginning to back him up against the couch, and whispered, “I love you too. Merry Christmas.”

He ran his hands down your body, continuing his life-long mission to have you completely memorized, before picking you up and carrying you the rest of the way, laying you down on the couch gently. He used the strength of his metallic arm to keep you steady as he laid you, while using the delicacy of his right to keep your face pressed against his. Your skin on his was an addiction, one he would never go through withdrawal for.

He entangled himself on top of you, kissing you harshly before pulling back to look at you. Red in the face, swollen lips, and a blissed out smile.

“Merry Christmas indeed,” he responded, before diving back in.

Out of one hundred and six Christmas Eves, that one was by far the best.

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[steve-rogers-fanfiction]

Steve Rogers / Bucky Barnes Story

Chapter 27: Secrets Are Meant To Be Exposed

Follow the tangled romances and secrets of Steve Rogers, Sarah Carter (Blake Lively), and Bucky Barnes in this captivating Marvel fanfiction series.