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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

[romerona]

Masterlist

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.

[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]

A lot of explaining to do

Pairing: Dr Strange x f!Reader

Summary: Doctor Strange and y/n have had a secret relationship and want to kiss at midnight and Tony Starks New Years eve party. The only issue is that y/n is Tony Starks daughter and the one rule the Avengers must follow is nodbody can have a relationship with Tony Starks daughter. Not based on the mcu timeline.

Word count: 2.8k words

Genre: Cladestine realtionship, Smut, NSFW, angst, 18+

“I’ll be there in 10 X” 

Your Phone buzzed with Stephens notification, you held it close to your chest in excitement. Although you wouldn’t be able to show off your fairly new relationship with the handsome chiselled man they called Doctor Strange, your worries seemed to disappear whenever he was around. 

Now most people would love to show off their new relationship especially at a social gathering like this, but of course with Stephen being an Avenger now, he must obey Tony’s boldly highlighted rule. Any member of the team cannot engage with any relationship with his daughter, and of course that had to be you. At first it wasn’t an issue but Stephen wasn’t a member of the team and didn’t even know you existed. Well he did, everyone knew the daddy daughter team within the Avengers. 

Your powers being the result of a one night stand with a mutant woman, leaving you with the ability to summon fire and control any surrounding flames. But that's a story for another time.

The main issue here was you finally convinced Stephen to come to one of your father’s extravagant parties with the excuse of it being new years eve and the promise of a private after party. However it would be difficult to party with your boyfriend without hinting any form of connection between you two. The only person who knew was Natasha after she caught Stephen walking out of your room one night. All you wanted to do was kiss Stephen at midnight like any newly blossoming couple exploring the honeymoon period. 

“Y/n are you going to get me that drink, i got the last round and i am paying for everything here.” Tony snapped you from your trance waving his hand across your eyes. 

“Huh yeah sure, scotch?” You smile

“Look at that, she knows her dad well.” He joked kissing your cheek. You roll your eyes as you slip away dodging being dragged into conversations with people you’ve never met finally reaching the bar. You slip behind helping yourself to the glasses and observing the selections of vodkas before inevitably picking your favourite and adding it to your lemonade.

“I’ll take that in a martini with you on the side.” A familiar comforting voice guided by a glass being slid in your direction plastered an instant smile on your face. He was wearing a blue suit fitting perfectly around his body, his biceps protruded through the tightness of his sleeves, he looked perfect.

“Look at you Strange, is this you socialising?” You joke filling his glass.

“I can’t help it, I was told this girl I really like would be here and I just had to see her again.” He smiled while taking his drink.

“Doc, you made it! Finally got your head out of those books.” Tony waltzed over patting Stephen on the shoulder pulling him slightly away from you as he always did with any man who stood slightly too close for his comfort. You found it funny that he did his utmost best to reduce the chances of being charmed by rich playboys, just like your mother was.

“Its the end of the year thought I’d come to watch you piss someone off one final time this year.” He joked sarcastically only smiling when you began to laugh. Tony took his drink and headed back to Pepper to keep some of his pride, kissing her check with his arrival. “So tell me how are you going to execute operation midnight kiss?” Stephen turned to you

“Natasha is going to suggest we all find someone to kiss when the ball drops. Everyone has a significant other apart from us two. So that leaves me with you, no one will bat an eye at a midnight kiss.” You lean on the bar smiling at the man before you, noticing how his eyes examined the dress that curves with your figure. “Are you even listening?” You ask, waving your hand in front of his glassy eyes.

“Yes absolutely, sounds like you have it all planned out, let's hope nobody is suspicious when I kiss you tonight. Knowing Tony, he probably hired a detective to watch over you but I reckon I'd suss them out.” He winked sipping his drink

“Yeah because you’re a real detective Strange.” 

“Maybe in a different universe, you never know.” He shrugged as you walked away. As much as you wanted to stay with him all night, you couldn’t risk anyone finding out about your clandestine relationship.

The evening went pretty smoothly, you laughed and joked with Natasha watching her flirtatious remarks fly over Bruce's head. You almost died after trying a sip of the asgardian wine Thor had brought, you found yourself leaning on the balcony trying to ignore his thundering laughter over your lightweight self. You bravely wandered back after giving Stephen a subtle nod showing you where okay, after knowing he’d be worried for you, you weren’t always the most graceful drunk. The scar on your head was a worthy example. 

Most of the team sat around the main table with Clint mimicking the Mjolnir rule.

“Uh, "Whosoever be he worthy shall haveth the power!" Whatever man! It's a trick.”

“Are you serious? we’re going to go through this again?” Tony moaned 

“Mr Stark is right the last time we reviewed this, I believe we had to fight ultron.” Vision stated 

“But it has to be some sort of trick, plus y/n never had a go.” Clint pointed out. 

“That's true, in fact I don't believe you were there at all.” Rhodey highlighted. And he was right, at that time you were tasked by Nick Fury to draft a certain sourcer to the team. And if you remember correctly by that point in the night he had already fucked you atleast three times.

“I was working.” You blushed feeling the gaze of said sourcer who knew exactly where you were that night. And who you were doing, you looked over to him and saw him smiling through his drink almost as if he was proud.

“Boo come on don’t you want to know if you could rule asgard?” Tony announced. You turned to Thor who smiled

“Be my guest, you lift it, you rule me.” He joked. You nodded and stood over the hammer and gripped it tightly, you huffed and puffed but the hammer made no effort to move. Your competitive streak pulled harder, causing you to grunt and groan as you pulled and still the hammer didn’t budge.

“Okay it's a very clear message, I’m not worthy. Sorry Thor, looks like you still rule the golden realm.” You laughed before Friday interrupted the party.

“Boss it's almost midnight, fireworks are due to start in two minutes.” The group cheered as Natasha got up winking at you during the process 

“Tony, I think we should find somebody to kiss when the new year starts, you know, for luck.” You turn to your father trying your best not to look hopeful.

“Sure why not, any excuse to kiss Pepper.” He smiled, kissing her cheek. A smile formed at each side of your face as you nudged Stephen following the group outside.

“Would you look at that, a well executed plan.” He whispered to you.

“I'm surprised you stayed this long.” You whispered back. His hand moved down to your waist as he squealed your ass.

“I was promised a pretty good reward.” He purred into your ear. Your heart skipped a beat, you’d take him there and then if all these people weren’t around. Your thoughts were interrupted by the beginning of the countdown. You noticed how Stephen still wanted to protect the secrecy that you shared as he moved the two of you to the quiet corner of the balcony.

“Five, four, three, two, one. Happy new year!” You and Stephen waited for everyone to kiss their partner before your lips pressed together. He pulled you closer bringing his hands to your face, you pressed your waist to his moving slightly already teasing him with what you had promised. You smiled through the kiss as his soft groan rumbled through his throat. He pressed his forehead against yours as he spoke softly 

“I can already tell this year is going to be good, all because it starts with you.” He kissed your forehead and intertwined his fingers with yours.

“I think you should go downstairs, I’ll say goodnight and meet you there.” You traced your hand down his chest.

“I think you’re right.” He smirked, raising one brow and leaving the room with a slight skip in his step. 

Tony walked over handing you a glass of champagne and kissed your cheek.

“Happy new year sweetie, who kissed you.” He asked

“Nobody, I just watched the fireworks.” You laughed taking a large gulp of your drink. “Well I'm gonna call it a night, don't be too loud.” You kiss his forehead and wave to Natasha before heading to your own party. 

The guests cheers and laughter began to fade as the elevator doors closed behind you. You trailed your hand along the wall as you stepped closer to your room. You entered with a heavy sigh, throwing your high heels aside. 

“Why do you wear those things? They destroy your feet every time.” Stephen smiled, turning from his window view. You collapsed into his arms swaying with him as you danced to the faded music vibrating above you. You hummed as you trailed your fingers through his silver streaks and kissed his lips softly. Your hands gilded downwards and began unbuckling his belt. They slid into the opening and moved up and down his half hard shaft. He pulled you closer, his moan echoing into your lips. You released his cock and unbuttoned his shirt kissing his body as your head moved downwards, you reached the tip of his cock and began playing with it, licking it up and down before taking him into your mouth.

Your head bobbed up and down struggling to fit him entirely into your mouth gagging slightly. His hand positioned itself on the back of your head holding any loose strands of hair out of your face.

“Fuck sweetheart you really are treating me tonight.” He let out a deep groan stroking your head as you sucked harder, you moved to the tip licking the precum that gushed from his tip. You pulled the rest of his trousers down and grabbed his toned ass and pushed him deeper into your mouth. You bobbed frantically sucking all his juices as he moaned loudly, his cock grew harder and pulsated heavily with the feeling of a hot substance dripping down your throat. He came hard stroking your face as you licked every part of him and swallowed it down. You moved back up to his mouth as he pulled you in for a heavy kiss. 

He continued his kiss moving down to your neck, his hand moved down sliding up your skirt smiling as he reached the wetness. His dexterous fingers glided effortlessly through your folds reaching your tender clit and began massaging it. Your knees buckled slightly at the sensation, he always knew how to please you, two more fingers appeared down there as he slid them into your wet pussy moving in and out. His sapphire blues darkened at your crippling pleasure, your knuckles turning white gripping into him as he fingered you. Your hand moved down to his cock suppried that it was already hard again, it wasn’t uncommon for Stephen to be able to fuck you all night long barely taking time to breathe. That's what had led you to miss the night Ultron attacked. By morning you loins couldn’t take it anymore and you had to leave.

“Fuck baby your hard again” you smirk regaining the use of your legs somehow manging to jerk his cock between the waves of the orgasm his fingers where creating.

“Not for much longer.” He pulled his hands out of you and sucked his fingers clean. “You’re my favourite flavour” He lifted you up and instinctively your legs wrapped around him and he pushed you against the window. He didn’t hold back thrusting himself into you as far in as he could go fucking you hard pushing in and out. It felt so hard you were worried the glass would break. His fucking proceded, deeper and harder he groaned into your ear pleasing you as he worked. The orgasm began building within your core, you waist trembled as he fucked,his length filled you effortlessly stretching you out as far as it could go. Your orgasms came and went, each stronger than the latter he always knew where that sweet spot was, you took a moment gazing into his sapphire traps as he worked watching the way the new year’s fireworks reflected in them.

He lifted you off the window still keeping his cock inside you and laid you on the bed where he knelt over you and pushed in slower, almost worshipping your body. He took time to kiss every part of you while sliding in and out gently, still pushing in deeper. His breath faded over your lips before colliding with them once again.

“I love you y/n, i don't know how its possible but i love you in every universe.” He said slowing his pace, the mood became more intimate as you both shared kisses he wanted to be in you for as long as possible. Your fingers intertwined as he lifted your arms above your head to worship your perfect breasts. He brought you to your climax again before he followed like the gentleman he is cumming inside of you painting your insides white. He stayed in you for a moment still kissing your lips, before picking you up and heading to your shower.

He removed himself from you and helped you clean yourself by wiping his juices from your cunt. He left you to wash your hair giving you some privacy. When you entered the bedroom, Stephen had changed into a pair of sweatpants he kept in your room. You got into bed next to him and cuddled up beside him as you always did. 

The next morning arrived quickly with the sounds of knocking rattling your door.

“Y/n wake up, we were supposed to meet an hour ago! We’re going to miss our reservation.” Your fathers voice echoed into the room. You turned to Stephen who was still sleeping peacefully.

“Stephen shit we overslept, that's my dad you need to hide.” You shook him awake pushing him from the bed

“Y/n i'm coming in.” Tony’s voice became more clear as the door slowly opened. Stephen fell from the bed hitting the floor with a thump as he rolled under the bed.

“H-hey dad sorry I must have drank a lot.” You say nervously 

“What was that noise? Is someone here.” Tony asked suspiciously 

“Erm no, my shoes just fell off my bed.” You point to your heels thrown to the other side of the room.” Tony raised one brow scanning your room.

“Pretty heavy shoes.” He didn’t buy it

“I'm 26 you can't get mad if there was someone in my room. Which there isn’t.” You answer. Tony stood sternly against the doorframe, crossing his arms still not convinced before sighing heavily 

“Okay just get ready Pepper is waiting in the car. Love ya.” He closed the door and you waited to hear his footsteps fade away before whispering 

“I think he’s gone, you can come out now.” You tapped Stephen's foot.

“Not my first close call.” He says sitting up fixing his hair in the mirror. You laugh at his remark and gather his clothes

“I think you should go, I’ll be around later.” You kissed his brow but noticed he was looking for something.

“Have you seen my jacket? it has my sling ring in it”  He asked, searching his discarded clothing.

“No, the last time I saw it, you where- oh shit.” You paused

“What?” He asked 

“It's upstairs. You took it off halfway through the night.” You say placing your face into your palm. 

“What's the issue there i can just go get it. Tony and Pepper are waiting for you in the car.” He said doing the buttons up on his shirt.

“Are you sure?” You say nervously.

“It’ll be fine c’mon.” He opened the door and looked down the hall before stepping out, he led you with his hand until you reached the elevator doors. “See i told you easy.” He said as the doors pinged behind you. He smiled and kissed you again, but didn’t stop when the doors opened.

“I knew there was someone in there!” Tony stood with Stephen's jacket in hand.

“It's not what it looks like.” You say, but it was exactly what it looked like. 

“Strange, you better have a good explanation.” He threw the jacket into Stephen's arms who stood his ground, not even flinching.

“I don't need to explain anything, I love your daughter.” He said confidently, Tony turned to you waiting for an answer.

And now you had a lot of explaining to do.

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A/N: Hey everybody Happy New year, well it will be soon, i hope you enjoy this its something ive been wanting to write for a while. Hopefully next year i actually post more but i really enjoy writing these stand alone fics and i hope you do too.

As always thanks <3

[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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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 :)

[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.