#steve rogers x raeder

[braveclementine]

The Winter Soldier

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC Elizabeth Lightwood. I do not condone any copying of this.

Insights launching in sixteen hours, we're cutting it a bit short here." Nat said from the backseat.

It was a very awkward arrangement. The car only fit four people. Sam was driving, Steve was in the passenger seat. Nat and Sitwell sat in the back. The only option for you was to sit on someones lap. Since Sam was driving and you hated Sitwell (Steve wouldn't have let you even if you wanted to anyways), you were sitting on Steves'.

It didn't really bother you to much, but you wondered if that fact should bother you.

It wasn't that you didn't love Tony or even that you wanted to cheat on Tony. You never wanted to cheat on Tony, he was the only one that you loved.

But there was an attraction to Steve- how could there not be? But it was more of what you'd said after you'd woken up. You kind've just wanted to know that there was someone out there, who wasn't designed to love or care about you, that did.

Steve just happened to be that person.

"I know." Steve said. "We'll use him to bypass the DNA scans and access the helicarriers directly."

"What? Are you crazy?" Sitwell asked. "That is a terrible, terrible idea."

Suddenly, there was a crash as something landed on the car. The glass on Sitwells side shattered and a long, familiar looking metal arm reached in, pulling him out.

Nat suddenly jumped into the front seat, smashing you between herself and Steve as you heard gunshots. You fought frantically, feeling the breath close up in your throat as your claustrophobia started to rise up.

Sam slammed the brakes and you finally managed to break free. Now there were two ladies in Steve's lap. You glanced out the window and saw a man standing there, the silver arm with the red star attached to his body. He had long brown hair and his eyes and mouth were covered by a mask.

Suddenly, something rammed into you from behind and you started going straight towards the man.

"NAT GET OFF ME!" You shouted, panic almost giving in.

The man did a fantastic flip, landing on top of the car. You tried to wiggle out between the two of them. A hand suddenly shot down and ripped the steering wheel right out of Sam's hands.

"SHIT!" He shouted.

"Hang on!" Steve shouted as the car started to flip. You could feel his arm tightening around you, while he reached out to grab the back of Sam's jacket.

You were suddenly falling out of the car, landing harshly, though it didn't feel to bad since you were landing on Steve instead. But you started to panic, now noticing that it was both Sam and Nat on top of you.

'Breathe in'.

'Don't panic.'

Steve yanked you to your feet and you tried to pull yourself together.

"Y/N-" Steve said and then his arm was wrapped around you again. You didn't even know what happened, except that you went flying. You crashed through something. You heard screams. The thing you crashed into crashed.

"Y/N! Y/N!" Steve shouted and you groaned. You were bloody useless on this trip.

"Steve?" You asked uncertainly. "What-?"

"Are you alright?" Steve asked, blue eyes worried.

"Uh, I think so." You mumbled, checking your pockets for the guns. "What the hell just happened? Who is that?"

"The Winter Soldier." Steve said. "He killed Fury."

You wanted to shoot to your feet, but you suddenly realized that you were in a bus that was tipped sideways. People were crawling out windows and you looked around. You could hear gunshots.

"Let's get out of here." You suggested.

Steve helped you to your feet and the two of you started to run through the bus as bullets pinged in and out. Amazingly, Steve and you didn't get hit, although you think you might've gotten nicked along the back of your left calf, but through the adrenaline, you weren't sure.

Steve caught his shield outside of the bus and blocked the two of you from more bullets. You fired your gun at one of them, making him duck out of the way to avoid getting shot. You hit one of them, but you were pretty sure it was just in the armor.

Steve used the shield to bounce a bullet back at someone else. He started to walk forward slowly, leaving you exposed, but you took that moment to turn tail and start sprinting down the street.

You could see the Winter soldier walking calmly down the street. You sprinted, wanting to catch up. You'd jump on his back and hopefully incapacitate him with a sleeping agent that Tony had designed for you.

You watched him bend down, throw something under the car and then after it blew up, Natasha leapt on him. The two of them fought and you ran faster. She managed to incapacitate his arm and then the two of you veered away from him.

Now that you didn't have the element of surprise, you knew it would be useless. The two of you ran down the street. You ducked when you heard a gunshot, but Nat fell to her knees.

"Nat?" You asked, crouching down in front of her, seeing her hold her shoulder. "Move your hand, let me see."

"No, run." Nat demanded and the both of you looked up to see the Winter Soldier pointing his gun at you. You immediately lifted your handgun and shot at him, but he blocked it with his metal arm.

Steve was there suddenly, the metal fist landing into Steve's shield.

You froze, watching the two of them fight. They were basically equals, neither having the upper hand of the other once Steve's shield was gone. Watching Steve defend himself as the Winter Soldier attempted to stab him with a knife was amazing. And even the Soldier was smooth and fluid in his movements, tossing the knife with one hand, only to catch it in another to stab Steve.

Stab Steve.

You launched yourself back into action, running over to the van where Steve's shield was stuck, yanking it out with all your strength.

You stood there, waiting for an opportunity to pass it to Steve. You watched as they flipped each other over their backs. The Soldier's arm always made a weird buzzing noise before it shot forward, like it was powering up and then shooting. Finally, Steve was right in front of you and you handed over the shield easily.

Suddenly, Steve flipped him forward so that the soldier lost his mask.

You watched Steve freeze. "Bucky?"

"Who the hell is Bucky?"

But he had stopped fighting, the two of them staring at each other. Steve suddenly ripped his shirt from his chest, showing the golden retriever tattoo that was along his rib cage. He pointed to it and shouted, "You're my soulmate."

Your mouth dropped.

"Bucky, you're my soulmate!" Steve started running towards him. He even dropped the shield and then wrapped his arms around him.

You tensed and watched, until the man that Steve called Bucky put his arms around Steve.

He trembled for a second, blinking. He looked so broken and confused.

And then Bucky pushed Steve away, looking scared almost. Then he pushed Steve completely so Steve went flying back towards his shield, seconds later an explosion going off near Bucky.

You scrambled to your feet, grabbing Steve's shield and handing it to him. Sam had landed near you guys and Nat was kneeling on a car, the one who had bombed him. Steve went, probably to yell at Natasha, but then the cars suddenly started coming up.

You saw Rumlow right away, who pointed his gun at Steve. "Put the shield down. Get on your knees."

Rumlow roughly shoved your to your knees. He kicked the back of Steve's legs.

"Not here. But the gun down. Not here." Rumlow hissed to someone else who had a gun to Steve's head. And then, just for you to hear, he whispered in your ear, "We're going to have some fun when we get back."

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"It was him." Steve said, staring at his hands as the four of you sat in the back of the armored truck. "He looked right at me like he didn't even know me."

"How is that even possible? It was, like, 70 years ago." Sam responded.

"Zola. Bucky's whole unit was captured in '43. Zola experimented on him. Whatever he did helped Bucky survive the fall. They must have found him and-"

"None of that's your fault, Steve." Nat mumbled.

"Even when I had nothing, I had Bucky." Steve sighed.

"We need to get a doctor here." Sam said in a harsh voice. "If we don't put pressure on that wound, she's gonna bleed out here in the truck."

One of them threatened him with the zapping stick. And then two seconds later, shoved the zapping stick into their partners' chest. He fell to the ground almost silently.

"Ow. That thing was squeezing my brain." Maria Hill said as she emerged from the helmet.

Maria.

Oh shit you'd forgotten about her. Coulson had died and had been her soulmate. Fury had been her secondary soulmate and now he was dead too. Fuck.

"Who is this guy?" Maria asked.

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Steve and Sam helped Natasha between the two of them, following Maria while you brought up the rear. You were starting to feel dejected and useless. You'd done jack shit during this entire trip except have Steve catch you, carry you, protect you, or throw you around like eighty gazillion times.

You were an Agent and a well trained one at that. Fury had wanted to send you out on missions. How the hell were you so useless when it came to the actual thing?

Because you knew, something had been holding you back. You hadn't wanted to shoot the Winter Soldier. You had wanted to protect him subconsciously and now you knew why. Because he was Steve's soulmate.

But how could you fight and help the other three, if you were unwillingly to protect them?

Maria led us down, shouting to someone and then she said something that you ignored. You had no idea where you were, but you were hoping there would be a phone around. You really wanted to talk to Tony.

Maria pulled plastic aside and you stopped short, seeing the man lying in the hospital bed.

"About damn time." Nick Fury said. 

[talesofadragon]

Paint Me Midnight Blue Excerpt

“No. Art is versatile. It means that it doesn’t have one form. Anyone can be an artist. And it looks like you are one! Are you a secret artist too, Little Princess? My, my. Can I sneak a peek at those coloring books you have? 

The most radiant smile decorated Nyla’s face. The toddler excitedly squealed, reaching for her coloring books. One was already open, displaying a half-completed image of a ballerina. Nyla gripped her book tightly, proudly displaying her work for Steve to see. 

Instead of the soft pink and light colors that usually accompanied a ballerina’s image, her tutu was a vibrant shade of purple, and her hair decorated her face in a halo of wild embers—orange and phoenix red shadows hanging like an autumn crown atop her head. 

“This is…wow. I’m speechless.”

Y/N snorted, unable to rein in her expression at the double meaning behind her professor’s phrase. She covered it with a cough, distracting her daughter with a hand around her waist. 

Nyla, for her part, did not seem to understand or suspect any subliminal implication. She jabbed her finger across the page, tracing the purple tutu, reminiscent of Maleficent’s envenomed magic. 

“You said that art in New Express-ym is vibrant,” Nyla explained the reasoning behind her technique, emphasizing the “i” in vibrant. “I made the bal-rina in their style. Is it pretty?”

If you’re a fan of witty, poignant, and lighthearted stories with heartfelt moments, don’t miss out on Paint Me Midnight Blue. Dive into the world of this professor x student, age-gap, and single mother storyline, exploring love through the eyes of an artist. The series paints its narrative with the bliss and challenges of romance in a rich palette of deep midnight blue.

Catch parts 1 and 2 by clicking on the series' masterlist!

All Masterlists | Paint Me Midnight Blue Masterlist

[scar-lie]

Crazy Love {Natasha}

Summary : Your love from a certain redhead leads you to something unpleasant

Pairing : Natasha Romanoff x Fem ! Raeder

Warning : Blood Torture, Bad writing

Word Count : 2,568

Crazy Love Pt. 2

Crazy Love Pt. 3 Ver. 1

Crazy Love Pt. 3 Ver. 2

Cherrylemontober

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You were sitting in the bar drinking whiskey while watching Natasha across from the room, She was having fun talking with Mr. America, Captain Steve Rogers, while getting handsy, it makes your blood boiled

Steve and Natasha have been dating for a year and a month now, but you love her, you're crazy in love to her, that you can kill anyone or everyone just for her nor yourself, you can do that in order for her to love you

But the thing is she's not into you, you already confess to her 2 years ago but she rejected you, saying that she didn't love you and she just see you as a friend and that's it

You try to make her fall in love with you but her heart is already for Steve, at first it was ok for you, saying that it's better to be friends rather than to lose her, so you just let it and try to move on

But the thing is, the more your with her, spending time together and the day passes the more your falling in love to her, that it made you crazy, crazier more than what you think

You already kill mens before for her, because you to are still best friends and she thinks that you already moved on, she always ranting about everything that happened to her life and what she want in the future

That lead to her telling you that a particular men are trying to get to her pants and just disrespect her, you always comfort her and and be there for her, until the ranting about mens hitting on her and harassing her happened frequently that it mess with your head

But the most mess with your head and made you even crazier is when she rant about a particular men raping her, not once nor twice, it's more than thrice

So what you did is asked her about the names of other mens she didn't tell you, once you got it you hunt them down and kill them, in a hard way

You torture them before killing them, you will tied them down in a metal bed or just in pole and you start to hit them, punch, kick, slit them, stab and twist the knife in their flesh, carving words in their skin, use electric shock, puddle them etc. but the worst it, you cutting what's between their legs

Making them beg for your forgiveness of what they did that they didn't know at why you were doing it to them, seeing them in that kind of situation makes a relief on you, telling your self that they will never ever touch your girl 

After your finished them them you clear thing up, leaving no evidence that your the one who made those and just throw them somewhere and them a few days, they will on the news where all your team watch

You always make sure that you carved a words in their skin like, Rapist, harassing or any word that what they did to my girl, letting other people know what they did once they already found

"Hello, earth to Y/N!" You snap out of your thoughts when Wanda your bestfriend snap her fingers in front of your face

"Yes?" you asked looking at her

"I said are you ok? your lost in your thoughts!" she said drinking her Pina colada, you just send her a small smile

"Yeah I'm ok, just minding my business!" you said and gulp your whiskey then order a new one, but it was Gin tonic

"Penny of it?' she asked chuckling and you chuckled to it while shaking your head

"No thank you Wands, but it's better to keep it only on me" she nod sipping her drink with a smile

"Whatever you say, I know you can handle that you're Y/n Y/L/n for God sake, you can do everything" she compliment you and the bartender slide your drink in front of you

You smile and nod humming then sip on your drink, what she didn't know how dark is in your mind, recalling what you did to those mens with a smile on

"Anyways, I have to go, Vis and I will get out of here" she said and Tap your cheeks and hug you, you return the hug and smile at her, then she leave with a wave

So now you're alone again in the bar but you don't care, you just watch your girl until you see she was heading out so when she got out you follow her behind, not to close for her to notice but not to far for you to slip her out of your sight

Until she go outside and answer a phone call, you just watch her talking in the phone until she's finished, she just stay there for a minute until a guy come to her and getting handsy

The guy is clearly drunk and Natasha try to get him off of her until he's harassing her, putting more force and it makes your blood boiled so you step in on the two and pull Natasha in your embrace

"Get the fuck off of her!" you hissed in pure anger and give him a glare, Natasha got behind you hiding, sure you're smaller than her but you're capable of everything, even beath this guy who's 6 flat tall

"And what are you gonna do, kid? beat me? your noth-" you cut him immediately and punched him in the stomach that make him crouched down and you punched his nose pretty hard that it dislocate and bleed

"What are you saying!?!? you hissed and kick him making him lay in the ground then you start to kick him over and over again

You just stop when Natasha stop you, she pull you off of him and make you look at her, she cup your face and caressed your cheeks with her thumb

"Hey, hey calm down, I'm fine..........let's just............let's just got inside ok?" she said softly and all your anger wash away once you look at her emerald eyes

"Ok.." you said and you both got inside but you take one last look on him and you see her laying in the ground unconscious, you smirk at it thinking you will got him later

once you both in the party again you just again watch her in Steve embrace, if you can rip Steve's head you will just to get your girl but you can't, Natasha loves him so much that you can't just take her happiness away, sure you're crazy for her but you still want her to be happy 

The team and other people just there partying so when you know that the team are so engage to the party you quickly get out and see he's still there unconscious, so you pick him up over your shoulder and go to the forest near the compound where you always kill every men lay who lay their fingers on your girl

Once you got in there you tie his ankle in the floor and tie his both wrist, once he's already tied up, you take off the blazer of your suit and rest it in the chair in the corner, you smirk at him and take a bucket of cold water with come cube ice then pour it om him making him jolt awake, gasping for air

"Well, well well, look like I gonna have some fun tonight" you said and crouched down to his level

All his drunkenness wah away and look in your eyes with confusion, you smirk at him and he start to get free, he look down and see he's all tied up, he look back up to you with confusion and fear on his eyes

"Wh-what is this about?" you stand up and go to the wall and table where all your weapons are, you chuckled at him and take a pocket knife, your favorite pocket knife off of the table

"To entertain myself?" you said with a question and turn around to look at him with a smirk and you twirl your pocket knife in your hand

"Wh-what are gonna do to me?" he asked scared of you, you chuckled darkly and slowly walk towards him

He became to shake his head and his body shaking, once you're in front of him you just slice his right cheek, it bleed down to his cheeks to his neck that make him scream

You just continue to torture him, and him begging for you to stop and forgiveness of whatever he did but you didn't buy it you just continue to torture him

In the other side Natasha is looking for you but she can't find you, she noticed your sudden action few months ago, so she's observing you for over 3 months now, she noticed some changes on you

So tonight she put a tracker on your suit before you got in the party, she and Wanda is planning to find out what's up with you, and tonight is the night they will find out

"Where's Y/N?" Wanda asked to Nat, Natasha just shrug and bring her phone out to see where are you

"I don't know, she just vanished again!" Natasha said and they go out and look where you at

Once they see where you are in Nat's phone they frown at where you at, in the middle of the forest near at the compound, they look at each other with confusion

"What is she doing in the middle of the forest at this hour?" Wanda asked, Nat just shook her head

"I don't know but I have a bad feeling of this one!" Nat said looking at what direction your at

"Well, there's only one way to find out!" Nat mumbled but Wanda can still hear it

"Well, let's go!" Wanda said and Nat nod and they start to go where you are

Once they already found an old house, she take a deep breath and look at the house, they look at each other, wondering why are you here

"Are you sure this is where she is?" Wanda asked looking at the old house, Nat not and look at her phone to confirm this is the destination

"Yeah, this is the place Wands" Wanda nod and they start to go in the house

"This is scary Nat" Wanda mumbled

"Don't worry, W-" Nat stop with a loud scream coming from the underground

"AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" they heard an agonizing scream

There face got paled and they quickly run in the underground but still careful, once they at the door they stop

"Are you sure about this?" Wanda whisper asked and Nat look at her and nod

"We need to go in ok, in count to 3!" Nat whisper and Wanda nod

"1...........2..........3" Nat said and slowly open the door and they come in

Then there you are full of blood, your white suit are now full of blood, Wanda and Nat eyes winded when they see you

"Y/-Y/N?" and mumbled and you turn your head to them with a smile still holding a knife

Nat stay her eyes on you and Wanda look at the man in front of you who was dead and cuts all over his body, with a word carved in his left thigh, 'Harassing'

"What is this about Y/n?" Nat asked and put Wanda behind her, scared of what will you do to them

"This is for you, my love!" you said and start to walk towards her but Nat stop you

"No, stay where you are!" Nat said holding Wanda's wrist in her back

"Ok" you obligate and just stay where you are

"Why did you killed him?" Wanda asked and Nat look at the guy, once she saw the carved word it click to her, it click everything

"For Nat" you just simply said and drop the knife on the floor

Nat look at you again with fear and disbelief, she shook her head not wanting to believe what she think, she bite her lips and find a courage to asked you

"Are you the one who killed those mens in the news?" She whisper asked but you can still heard it, you smile at the thought of it and nod

"Yeah, I did all of it just for you!" you said, Nat shook her head and tears stream down her cheeks, she can't believe it

"Why?" she asked with a shaky voice, you chuckled at it

"Because they lay a hand on you, they are the one who harassed you, raped you, and everything, they deserved it, no one can lay a hand on my love!" you said an walk towards them

They hold their breath until your in front of them, they get a better look on your face, your eyes are soft and warm, your whole face are full of blood, Nat and Wanda shook their head of what they see

"Don't cry my love, no one can hurt, I promised that!" you whisper and caress her cheek and wipe her tears with your bloody hands, Nat shook her head at it and close her eyes

"Ge-get away from us!" she whisper and you obligate you step a few backwards, then they look at you again

"I told you, I don't love you like that, I just see you as a friend, please stop this please!" Nat said and beg for you to stop this, You shook your head at it

"I know, you will learn to love me" I whisper and she hook her head

"I'm sorry Y/N but please, stop this, I can't love you like you wanted, I just love you as a friend!" it stings your heart so much, that you practically did everything for her but that's not enough to love you back and can't have the girl you wanted and love the most

"Just choose me, love me, I promise I'll give you the world jus-" you explained but your team barge in here

"What the fu-"Tony stop himself when he see the situation, all the team eyes winded and quickly get their weapons are and just be ready if you attack them

You chuckled at it and look at all of them, you see that all of them are looking at you in disbelief and they can't truly believe what they saw then there he is, Steve Rogers pulling Natasha behind him

"Just love me" you said looking at Nat's eyes and she shook her head and hide behind him

"Care to explained this madness Y/N?" Steve asked and you chuckled darkly, you didn't say anything so Wanda told them everything, at the end of it, they look at you shocked, they lower their weapons

"You don't have to do that Y/N, you can still changed!" Steve said and You shook your head 

"I don't think you!" you said with a chuckled

"Just let us help you, surrender yourself to us, we can help you!" Tony said but you just chuckled

"Please" Wanda beg but you shake your head

"I'm not stupid Stark, then what will happen if I surrender? gonna put me in the cell call fury them what? he will put guards on me and at the end of this you will kill me!" you said shaking your head with a chuckled

"No thank you!" you said looking at them and they already ready to attack you

"Then you leave us no choice!" Bucky said and they gonna attack you but you know every way in this house so you throw them a gas bomb and quickly get out there

You can't let them catch you, and you will never gonna get back to those hell cell, never in your life

[wonderswritings]

Holiday Ships

Alright so with Christmas and New Years right around the corner, I’m doing holiday ships! Also since I’ve hit a writing block, this��ll give me something to do!

Characters for ships: Avengers, Black Panther, Guardians of the Galaxy, Walking Dead, Vampire Diaries, Supernatural and their respective actors!

Please send me an ask, with a description of who you are, and what you like to do and which fandom you would like it to be from so I can pick a character! And let me know if you would prefer a male or female ship! Character under 18 will not be shipped unless you are under 18 yourself.

Those who request on anon will be completed once all ships who are off of anon are completed!

[insaneasgardian]

Autocorrect and New Numbers

Y/N: Dudeee, last night was C R A Z Y!

Scott: Yea, Y/N and I boned!

Avengers: ...

Scott: OMG BONDED! WE BONDED! DAMN AUTOCORRECT!

Natasha: You can't do that in real life.

Y/N: Ummm... new number, who dis?

[thefanficfaerie]

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[supersoldierfreak]

Take It or Leave It - Masterlist

My Main Masterlist: x

Chapter 1 

Chapter 2

Chapter 3 

Chapter 4

Chapter 5 

Chapter 6 

Chapter 7 

Chapter 8 

Chapter 9 

Chapter 10

Chapter 11 

[terry-perry]

When I Fall in Love

Pairing: Foster Dad!Steve Rogers x Foster Daughter!Raeder, Past Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter (mentioned), Platonic Peggy Carter x Reader

Request: @maximeevansblog​ “The reader is the daughter of Steve Rogers, and she meets Peggy Carter and the reader asks Peggy for love advice?”

You heard many stories about her. Both from the museum and your foster dad, Steve Rogers. To see Peggy Carter in the actual flesh felt like meeting a celebrity. In a way, she was due to how she founded S.H.I.E.L.D. and helped pave the way for women in the military and even the super spy world. 

Steve himself liked that the two of you were getting along. You were shy, at first, to meet her when he brought you to the nursing home. All Peggy needed to do was show that sweet smile of hers to get you to feel  at ease and start a conversation with her. You had a lot of questions, of course, of who your dad was back then that she happily told you, much to his embarrassment. What overshadowed it though was his fondness of the fact that his two best girls were getting along.

When Peggy had a small coughing fit, it got Steve up to fill the glass on her bedside table. Only to find her pitcher empty and going to find a nurse. You stayed behind to calm her down, but as soon as Steve made his exit, she put a stop to it and gave you a reassuring smile.

"He was always such a worrywart," she said, her eyes on the doorway to make sure he was gone. She then reverted her attention to a confused you. "I just wanted a moment alone with you, my dear,"

"Me?" You asked. "But why?"

"My mind isn't what it used to be, but I still know when someone is keeping something to themselves."

You had no choice but to give an almost silent chuckle in amusement. "Dad said you were always good at reading people."

"Something I'm doing my best to hold onto," her smile turned soft as she continued to look at you. Wanting you to be more assured that everything was okay. "You don't need to tell me what's going on with you. But you know you can. Sometimes it's easier to share things with others you hardly know than with a parent. And if it helps, there's a chance I'll forget we had this conversation."

You didn't want to laugh at that last statement, but felt it was another attempt to put you at ease. She seemed to have a good way to do so right from the moment you came in. You might as well give it a shot since it was something on your mind for a good while. 

"It's nothing bad," you started with a sigh. "But the thing is...there's something about me that no one knows about. Not even Dad. He's amazing, and a part of me knows he'd be okay with it, but...it's too big a secret I've held onto. I wouldn't know how to come out with it."

"Have you considered just doing that?" She suggested. "Coming out with it?"

"Many times," you said, beginning to choke up a little. "Easier in theory."

"Some secrets are, unfortunately." She mustered up some strength to reach out and hold your hand. Giving it a tight squeeze when she saw the tears fighting to fall down. "Take all the time you need. It's yours to share. And I hope you can forgive an old woman for prying."

It was your turn to give a smile to let her know that everything was okay. "There's nothing to forgive. You were sweet listening. Thank you."

Unbeknownst to the two of you, Steve had returned with the water but had stopped outside the room. His super hearing made him hear the two of you and had him wonder what exactly was going on. But judging from the tones, he felt it best not to dwell on it too much. Peggy was already doing her best to give her own motherly advice on whatever it was troubling you. It seemed to do the trick, so far. You'd tell him when the time came.

[imaginestuffs]

MASTERLIST

So here is my Masterlist, if you wanted to use it and make it easier for yourself! I’ll be updating it whenever I can, so keep any eye out if you would like to. 

SUPERNATURAL:

Baby Doesn't Like Me- Dean x Reader

Hair care- Castiel x Reader

Teach Me- Castiel x Reader

Right Here, Right Now- Dean x Reader

Lie With Me- Castiel  x Reader

Apple Pie, and Honey- Dean x Reader

Unknown Love- Dean x Reader

The Decision- Dean x Reader

Believe- Castiel x Reader

Really Home- Castiel x Reader

Drowsy Affection- Castiel x Reader

When You're Asleep- Dean x Reader

Delicate & Pure- Dean x Reader

I'll See You In Hell- Dean x Reader

When I met You- Dean x Reader

On Me- Sam x Reader

They're Happy- Kevin x Reader

She's Grown Now- Jack x Reader

I'M OK NOW- Jack x Reader

Sleepless Nights- Jack x Reader

I Messed Up- Castiel x Reader

Kiss You Forever- Dean x Reader

Not In The Same Way- Dean x Reader

Safe Again- Sam x Reader

I Regret You- Dean x Raeder

I Love You Dean- Dean x Reader

Dorothea- Dean x Reader

Floury Kisses- Castiel x Reader 

Bar Brawls and Healing Hands- Castiel x Reader

Tickles and Freckles- Dean x Reader

to cut or not to cut-Sam x Reader

3 Times, 4 times- Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader

3 Times, 4 Times Pt. 2- Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader

3 Times, 4 Times Pt.3- Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader

3 Times, 4 Times Pt. 4-Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader

3 Times, 4 Times Pt.5-Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader

My Shy Girl- Dean x Reader

Might Last Longer- Dean x Reader

Three Chair Confessional- Dean x Reader

Lost Without You- Dean x Reader

Chatterbox- Dean x Reader

5SOS:

Candy Land- Calum x Reader

MARVEL:

Her Cowardice- Bucky Barnes x Reader

Her Cowardice Pt.2 - Bucky Barnes x Reader

She Was Scared -Bucky Barnes x Reader

WIshes and goodnight kisses- Bucky Barnes x Reader

Who could stay? - Steve Rogers x Reader

Records- Bucky Barnes x Raeder

Not mine to love-Bucky Barnes x Reader

Not mine to love Pt. 2- Bucky Barnes x Reader

Vormir-Peter Parker x Reader

ABOUT YOU?-CATWS Cast X Platonic Reader

First Kiss-Peter Parker x Reader

One Day Closer- Bucky Barnes x Reader

Out of the City- 40's Bucky Barnes x Reader

If He Loved me- Bucky Barnes x Reader

Pity- Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Believe in You- Bucky Barnes x Reader

Eavesdrop-Bucky Barnes x Reader

The Garden- Loki Laufeyson x Reader

I Just Love You- Bucky Barnes x Reader

1,2,3 Kisses-Steven Grant x Reader  Marc's version

Baking Scares-Steven Grant x Reader

Too late-Marc Spector x Reader

What You Mean to Me-Steven Grant x Reader

Hidden Ring-Steven Grant x Reader

Loving Marc Spector-Marc Spector x Reader part 2

Pedro Pascal Characters:

Beautiful- Din Djarin x Raeder

Easier than paying- Javier Pena x Reader

Whiskey & Wine- Javier Pena x Reader

Stranger Things:

Bambie- Eddie Munson x Reader

Falling Slowly- Steve Harrington x Reader pt2 pt3 pt4 pt5

Silly Bet- Eddie Munson x Reader

Never Leave- Steve Harrington x Reader

Who Do You Love?- Eddie Munson x Reader  part 2

I Promise- Eddie Munson x Reader

Love Letter Confessions- Eddie Munson x Reader

A Kiss X3- Steve Harrington x Reader

Harry Potter:

Someday- Fred Weasley x Reader

Eternity- Fred Weasley x Reader

"You, Of Course"- Fred Weasley x Reader

Johnnie Guilbert:

"Do You Now?"- Johnnie Guilbert x Reader

Twisters:

Fresh Out the Slammer- Tyler Owens x f! Reader

[thedarklightwithinus]

Good Love

A/N; The last part of this little mini series. Also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY @captainscanadian​

Summary; All is well. Love is pure. Nat deserves a send off. 

Warnings; None

Pairings; Steve Rogers x Raeder 

Previous Part; Daydream Believer.

Y/N stood silently by as she watched Bruce explain to Steve how the stones had to placed back in time exactly where they had been taken from. Something about nasty alternative realities followed if he didn't. She stood beside Bucky, her head tilted as she looked from Steve to Bruce. 

"It's strange isn't it?" She muttered to Bucky who tilted his head, raising a brow at her. "Bruce of course looks very, very different... Steve looks older yet it feels like just yesterday we were fighting in Wakanda."

"That's cause it was." Bucky told her, smiling sadly as he looked over at Steve. "It's been five years for them... They've had the time to age." Y/N nodded slowly, understanding what Bucky was getting at. "I never met the big guy but I gotta say, this is not what I expected." 

Y/N chuckled, looking over at Bruce who was closing the case that held the stones. "He's much more nicer... Less angry. You're really not missing much."

"I'm sorry about Natalia." Bucky finally muttered, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Steve used to tell me about how close you two were when he visited me in Wakanda." Y/N didn't say anything as she forced a smile on her face, gripping his forearm tightly for a moment.  

Truth be told, she hadn't even begun to grieve for Natasha Romanoff. 

Natasha with her shiny red hair, her beautiful blue eyes, her strong, unique mind. The one woman who had taken Y/N under wing, taught her things she would cherish for the rest of her life. The woman who gave her a chance when no one else wanted to even hear what she had to say. The woman who had become her sister. Her sister. 

Of course then there the grieving for Tony. The man who was so full of himself that it made Y/N love him even more. He was quick to follow Nat in trusting her and taught her all about how to build your own little robot that could do anything you every wish for. Little R.O.B.I.N. still worked to this day, despite being over seven years old. 

Y/N was shook from her thoughts when she heard Bruce speaking up. "Returning in five, four, three, two, one." 

She grinned watching as Steve appeared back where he had been stood. This case he had left with was gone as he stepped down from the platform. Y/N watched him smile as he made his way over to her, reaching out to pull her into his arms. 

"I just remembered something." He told her, resting his arm across her shoulder as the pair stood side by side, looking out across the lake while the others began packing up. 

"What's that?" She asked, reaching up to lace her fingers with his. 

"Do you remember when you told me about the time you saw me but not me back in... 2012?" He asked, looking down at her as she looked up, raising a brow as she nodded. A soft smirk filled her face. "Well, I've finally worked it out. It was me... Me as I am now. The mind stone was encased inside the Scepter."

"I know." Y/N told him, watching the blonde frown. "I mean, not about the stone... But, I knew that it was this you I met." She motioned towards his body as she spoke. "When I came back and I saw you for the first time on that battlefield... One look at your eyes and I knew it was you. Suddenly, it all made sense. You telling me that the old you loved me. You asked how much I loved you."  

"It was selfish of me." Steve admitted, looking back out across the water. "I just... Needed to hear you say it. It'd been so long that i was starting to forget your voice." 

"Well, I'm not going anywhere." Y/N spoke up once more. "And I love you more than anything... Now, what do you say we go visit Morgan? I think she's ace and let's just say... We may or may not be planning a nice send off for Nat." 

[after-avenging-hours]

Heart Skip [8]: Steve x Raeder

Heart Skip / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7

Word Count: 1995

Warnings: mild sexual tension

The rest of your week seems to fly by and before you know it, you’re walking into the Triskelion Monday morning.  You’re given a badge that acts as your access card.  You’re instructed to keep it on you at all times as it will allow and prohibit you from going to certain parts of the building.  You’re then taken to a small office space on the second floor.

It’s there that you’re greeted with one of SHIELD’s uniform specialists.  His name is Max and though he’s very polite, you can tell he’s curious as to why SHIELD would hire a civilian to create a uniform of such high importance as Captain America’s.

He gives you several different uniform samples, so you can get a feel for the materials used and the construction of the designs.  He tells you that he’s available if you have any questions, but other than that you have free range over the project.  You thank him before you’re left to your own devices.

Your office has a large table in the center of the room for tracing out the patterns on the fabric and cutting them out.  There’s a sewing station in one corner and a computer desk in another.  Pulling one of the uniforms off of the rolling rack, you set it down on the table.  You examine the strength and sturdiness of the fabric, noting that the layers are thicker over the chest and torso to protect the body, and thinner along the joints to allow flexibility for movement.

After checking the label to see what materials were used, you move to the computer to research them. Kevlar and Nomex did not exist back in the 40’s, so you had no idea what they even were.  You thank Steve under your breath for teaching you how to use a computer, because at least it means you won’t be completely lost.

You find a notebook and some pens in a drawer under the desk and use them to take notes on the information you find online.  You’re a little surprised by how far the technology behind fabrics have reached in such a short time span.  Fabrics that can stop bullets and protect from fire?  It was incredible.

You spend your entire day researching the limitations and benefits of the fabrics and find a couple of other new fabrics along the way.  You’re so caught up in your research that before you know it, the day is over.

The week passes by in a similar manner.  You spend most of it on the computer researching different types of uniforms, patterns and fabrics.  You even start on a few sketches.  You don’t see Steve, but he’s never too far from your thoughts.  Based on your accelerated heartrate throughout the day, you’re pretty sure that he’s spending his time training.

It’s just after lunch on Friday when there’s a knock on your door.  You call for the person to enter, turning in your desk chair to greet them. “Steve!” you give him a wide smile, pushing out of your chair as he steps through the door.

“Hey,” he smiles back, closing the door behind him and moving toward you.

You’re not sure if it’s because you haven’t seen each other in several days, or if it’s because of his training, but he seems bigger, somehow.  It might also be how tight his shirt is on him.  You recognize the logo in the center of his chest from your research earlier in the week.  It’s an Under Armour shirt.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, gazing up at him curiously.

“I wanted to check on you. To make sure you were settling in alright.”  He glances around your office before his eyes move back on you.

You smile reassuringly, “I’m doing great.  Everyone’s been friendly and I’m doing my best to blend in.”

Steve nods, looking a little relieved, “Good.”

“How’s everything going with you?”

Steve releases a small sigh, quirking his head to the side a little.  “A lot of training.  Endurance in the morning, then strength.  Combat training after lunch and tactical training in the afternoon.”

You raise your brows in astonishment.  “Sounds busy.”

“Yeah,” Steve nods in agreement.  “During the war, the basic training I received was back before the serum and I could barely do any of it.  After the serum, I pretty much relied on my strength and my shield, I had no technique. I never even knew that there were so many ways just to punch someone,” he chuckles.

You give him an amused smile.  “Oh!” you start.  “While you’re here, I should get your measurements,” you turn to get your notebook then you go to your sewing station to find a tape measure.  “It’ll still be a while before I get to that stage, but considering how busy you’ve been, we may as well do this now.  That is, if you have enough time…” you pause in your search for a tape measure to glance back at him.

Steve blinks, a little thrown from how fast you were talking.  “Um, sure.  I have some time.”

“Good,” you smile sweetly, turning back to your search.  “Ah, there you are,” you mutter, finding the tape tucked under a pair of scissors. You gesture for Steve to join you next to the table so you can have your notebook nearby but have both hands available for measuring.  “This should only take a minute,” you tell Steve.  Your hands reach up, arms nearly encircling his neck as you pass the cloth tape between your hands to begin your measurements.

Steve barely hears your comment, because he’s suddenly been assaulted by your perfume.  And it smells like heaven.  Like Brooklyn in the 1940s.  Like the night he first met you when you walked up to take a picture with him and your friends.

Your hands join together at the base of his throat, the tape wrapped around his neck.  You’re very gentle about it and you don’t keep the tape wrapped for long, but Steve is already finding it difficult to breathe, because every whiff of your scent adds fuel to the flickering flame that’s begun to grow deep in his belly.

He doesn’t know how you managed to get such an intoxicating scent.  You must have done some more shopping without him the week you both had off.

You measure out the length of his shoulders next.  Steve wants to fidget, to shift from foot to foot, but he refrains.  He’s not used to this.  Tailored suits were expensive, even in the 40’s.  Most of his clothes had been bought at second hand stores or were things that Bucky had grown out of.  His clothes had never really fit him right, but he’d never had anyone to impress, so he hadn’t cared.

Steve recalls doing this once for the suit that Howard made, but the tailor that had done the measurements was a man, and Steve certainly hadn’t been attracted to him.

“Lift your arms a little,” you request.

Steve almost doesn’t catch it, he’s too focused on trying not to embarrass himself.  With his elbows bent out, you have enough room to work the tape around his back to measure the circumference of his chest. Your hands meet in front of his sternum, reading the tape.  “Inhale,” you command, wanting to account for the expansion of his lungs.

Steve does so, and immediately regrets it.  Your scent fills every single inch of his being, and his body is beginning to react.  It only gets worse when after you’ve finished measuring out his torso, you drop to your knees.

Steve clenches his jaw and swallows thickly.  The sweatpants he wore for training today are loose enough to hide some of the stirring that’s beginning to happen underneath, but he doesn’t know how long that will last.

Luckily, you seem perfectly oblivious to the reactions of Steve’s body to yours, continuing to jot down your measurements and take new ones.  “I just need to get your inseam and then we’ll be done.”

Steve tenses.  He may have spoken too soon.

With the tape between two fingers, you place your hand dangerously close to the apex of his thighs.  The darker part of him that sits deep in the back of his mind actually kind of wants you to touch him.  Wants to see your reaction to finding out what you do to him.

Steve tries desperately to keep those urges from coming forward.

“Alright,” you smile sweetly up at him, pulling your hands back.  “That should be everything I need,” you tell him, standing up as you jot down a few more notes in your notebook, completely unaware of the havoc you’ve wreaked upon your soulmate.

Steve begins to feel a little guilty for his reactions.  He knows it’s too early in your relationship for those kinds of thoughts.  But you’re just so beautiful and so perfect. His body aches for your touch.  He watches you as you set your notebook down, your eyes continually sweeping over the numbers to make sure you got everything.  You distractedly begin to roll the tape measure back up between your fingers.

“Have dinner with me,” the words tumble out of Steve’s mouth before he’s even realized he had the thought.

You look up at him in surprise.

“I mean…” he back tracks. “If you want…  And if you don’t already have plans.  Maybe you’d like to?” he asks awkwardly.

Your lips melt into a gentle smile and once again Steve is finding it difficult to control his body. On second thought, maybe this is a bad idea.  “Okay,” you tell him.  Too late.

Steve clears his throat, silently cursing the appendage down south.  “Great.”

You release a small laugh. “Great,” you repeat.

Before Steve can make an even bigger fool of himself, there’s another knock on the door.  The two of you turn to it.

“Come in,” you call out.

The door opens to reveal a beautiful woman with bright red hair.  Her sharp gaze washes over you and Steve before she raises a perfectly arched brow.  “Rogers, fancy seeing you here,” she comments, stepping inside.

“Nat,” Steve greets with a nod.  He crosses his arms over his chest, desperately trying to get his body in check. You may not have noticed anything, but nothing gets passed the Black Widow.  “Did you need something?”

Her gaze shifts to you. “I’m actually here for her.”

“Me?” you question.

Nat nods, “I’m to be your training instructor.”

“Oh,” you comment. You’d almost forgotten about that part of your agreement with Director Fury.

“We’ll start Monday, so bring gym clothes,” she tells you, leaving no room for argument.

“Okay.”

With a curt nod, she bids you and Steve farewell, before she leaves.

You gulp, looking back up at Steve.  “Is she always that intimidating?”

He laughs briefly, “You’ll get used to it.”

You don’t like the sound of that.  A short silence falls between the two of you.  “So… Dinner?” you question, looking up at him through your lashes.

Steve huffs, giving you an embarrassed smile.  “Right. Dinner.  Uh, I’ll pick you up at 7?  Or we could just stay in, if that’s what you’d prefer.  I don’t mind, either way,” he rambles.

It’s hard to fight your smile, he’s so endearing.  “7 sounds great.  And I’ve been wanting to try that Thai food place around the corner from the apartment. It smelled really good that day we walked passed.”

Steve nods in agreement. “Okay.”  His gaze washes over your face once more, before he looks to the door. “I should probably get back to training,” he sighs, he doesn’t really want to leave.

You have to try to hide your own disappointment.  “Oh. Alright.”

“But I’ll see you tonight?” he questions once more, just in case you’ve changed your mind in the last 5 seconds.

You smile warmly.  “Yes, 7 o’clock.”

He smiles back.  “7 o’clock.”

---

Part 9

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[talesofadragon]

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐀 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐥. 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝.

❛ 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 ❜

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧

Steve's love for Y/N is put to the test as Hydra resurfaces and mounting evidence suggests that Y/N may be a double agent.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝

Newly crowned King Steven Rogers needs a love that rebels against conformity, granting him the solace he yearns for. But what happens when all he needs is not what his kingdom wants? (royal au)

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐄𝐚𝐬𝐭��𝐧 𝐀𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐞 (Kinktober Special)

Steve Rogers was looking forward to spending Halloween with his Y/N. But a cozy night in with pumpkin spice lattes and that Halloween Town movie he needed to catch up on was soon abandoned when the mysterious house on Easton Avenue called for his attention.

❛ 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ❜

𝐕𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 : ̗̀➛𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆

When a night at the city’s most prestigious nightclub triggers a series of misfortunate events, Y/N’s world of hues is thrown off balance, colliding with a stranger whose eyes may be blue but his world is a handful of shades too dark. (mafia au)

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐌𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 : ̗̀➛𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆

He had always admired her from afar, tracing the contours of her soul in shades of blue that mirrored his own. But the silver lining her irises was painted by silhouettes darker than he had known. For her, Steve was ready to walk through the unforgiving shadows. Because even in its darkness, blue bleeds depth and devotion—everything Steve feels for her and her little girl.

(professor/student - single mother!reader)

[thedonswife13]

This is so good! I love that Steve picked up right away that there was something wrong and tried to put the pieces together with the info Bucky gave him.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐌𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞

Synopsis: Steve Rogers was blue: serene, profound, magnetic. He exuded clarity and grace as a SHIELD Prize laureate and Chairman of the Arts and Culture Department at Stark University—until a moment in time disrupted his sense of balance. 

He had always admired her from afar, tracing the contours of her soul in shades of blue that mirrored his own. But the silver lining her irises was painted by silhouettes darker than he had known. When her secrets became too hard to shroud, and her colors dissolved into Steve’s essence, his composed demeanor cracked, revealing a primal, possessive side. 

For her, Steve was ready to walk through the unforgiving shadows. Because even in its darkness, blue bleeds depth and devotion—everything Steve feels for her and her little girl.

Pairing: Professor!Steve Rogers x Student!Reader/Mum!Reader

Warnings: Age Gap (14 years. Both are adults), teacher/student dynamic, abusive relationship, gaslighting, emotional manipulation, terrible partner, co-parenting. 

Genre: Angst | Fluff | Emotional Hurt/Comfort | Slow Burn | Age Gap | Teacher/Student

Part I - 4K Words

All Masterlists | Paint Me Midnight Blue Masterlist

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐓 was tarnished. Marred by hedonism and distorted by a noxious dose of conformity. If contemporary meant disproportion, then this generation had done wonders in creating subpar avenues for artistic integrity and expression.

Stacks of paper towered over Steve’s desk, mocking his years in the artistic medium. He could count on one hand the number of students who had passed the latest assignment, and he was already experiencing a headache at the additional projects he had to organize so his students wouldn’t walk away with an F by the end of the term.

He wasn’t a harsh teacher; the crying girls exiting Bucky’s office and the boys almost pulling out their hair after his lectures proved Steve’s point. Yet, he was, more often than not, having to do more work than he should to ensure his students achieved the bare minimum.

It was Monday morning, ten minutes till eight. Sunlight delicately penetrated the empty classroom’s window, infusing the serenity of the atmosphere with an angelic glow. None of his ten students had shown up yet. Most of them swapped the first fifteen minutes of class for a few more minutes of sleep as if the Sandman would not visit each of them throughout the lecture either way.

No wonder only three of them had passed.

Steve moved around the lecture hall, placing the reports upside down on each student’s desk. He considered scattering the papers across the front of the room, forcing his students to claim front-row seats. He once implemented a seating chart, which they responded to less than enthusiastically. Today he decided against doing anything, knowing the Dean would never allow him to teach a morning class again.

Steve heard the door open five minutes later after he placed the last of the reports on the desk at the far right of the class.

“Professor Rogers,” his favorite student greeted, her tone delicate and undisturbing as if mindful of the placid environment that surrounded them.

“Miss Y/L/N,” Steve acknowledged, a kind smile lighting up his eyes. His feet carried him to where she stood next to his desk, examining the reports with a frown. “It’s not a pop quiz,” he tried to assure, sensing her rush of nervousness. He stood in front of her now, his tall stature making her look so short and tiny compared to him.

She chewed on her lower lip, gaze lowering to her sneakers. “Are those the reports that were due last session?”

“Yes." 

There was an air of trepidation, a tremor of hesitancy in her voice when she replied, “I didn’t realize you would grade them so quickly, Professor.”

Steve’s blue eyes narrowed on her. She had barely lifted her head when he caught the dark circles under her eyes. His throat bobbed, and his index finger twitched by his side, almost as if her tiredness could command him into some type of action.

It dawned on Steve then, the cause behind her nervousness. He glanced back at the front row, where she usually sat—the only student attentive enough to sit through an hour and fifteen minutes of his lectures without falling asleep.

“You didn’t turn in your report.”

She nodded, fidgeting with the strap of her bag. She searched through its contents, reluctantly pulling out what Steve assumed was her late assignment. She cradled it in her arms, almost scared of his reaction.

“I didn’t have the time to finish it before,” she admitted, bashfully handing him her papers. “I know that the faculty allows us to submit late assignments for a lower grade. But I guess, now that you’ve corrected the reports—”

Her words hovered in the air, unfinished. There was no denying the university policy. With the papers marked and the grades entered into the system, it would be a sacrilege to skim through her work.

But Steve was curious to see what she had produced. This was the first major assignment in two months, accounting for 25% of their grades.

He peeked at the cover page, studying the headline. “You chose Pablo Picasso as your subject,” Steve commented, the confusion in his tone evident.

She hummed, shifting from one leg to another. “Yes.”

Steve neglected to read beyond the artist’s name, raising the papers to her direct line of sight. “The assignment was to reflect on postmodernism art and analyze its role in societal reforms.”

“I know.”

“Miss Y/L/N,” Steve challenged, suddenly dubious about her attentiveness in class. “Pablo Picasso is—”

“An artistic luminary,” she interrupted. Dark pink swept across her cheeks. She persisted, undeterred by Steve’s perplexion. “Who has influenced artistic movements even if he were a modernist himself.”

“If you paid enough attention in class to know that he’s a modern artist, then why is your report about him?”

“I never said it was. Not exclusively, at least.”

Steve arched an eyebrow. He unfolded the papers in his hands, reading the headline aloud. “The Purgatory of Modernism Through Pablo Picasso’s Tinted Palette.” The side of her lips upturned, hinting at a dimple on her right cheek. She was proud of that title, her senses lighting up when the words left Steve’s mouth. “What are you exploring in your paper?”

“Postmodernism reflects an artistic era after World War II. More specifically, it spans two decades, between the seventies and the nineties.”

“And what is its relevance to Picasso? He wasn’t alive to see the implications of this era.”

“Except that he was. He died in 1973. Three years after the postmodernist movement made itself pervasive.”

Intrigue rose in Steve’s voice. “So why is he the center of your report?”

“I told you, Professor Rogers, the report doesn’t focus on him.” There wasn’t any bite to her words, even if he merited her frustrations for reiterating his previous fallacy. “In his last years, Pablo Picasso was said to produce more art than he had in his youth. The postmodernist movement deconstructed traditional narratives and forms established in the modernist era, defying societal perceptions and challenging modern art. A wealth of Picasso’s art. My paper explains the impact of this era on his later masterpieces and how his art served as a bridge between two opposing epochs he has lived in and influenced.”

From her first word to her last, Steve leaned against the desk, arms crossed over his chest. He listened attentively, more than he’d ever listened to anyone else in his life. There was a reason she was his favorite student. And not just in this class or university. In his decades of teaching, he’d never met anyone as passionate or committed about art.

He scratched at the corner of his mouth with his thumb, smoothing the conspicuous smirk that appeared. “Did you write all of that in your report?” he asked, his voice lowering an octave to hide his emotions.

“Yes, Professor,” she said. “And more.”

Steve’s next words didn’t leave his mouth. Instead, he watched her head swivel toward the door, where his students began to filter in. He acknowledged them with a nod, returning his attention to her after.

Her shoulders sagged, and her teeth sank into her lower lip. She reached for the report, hair framing her face, effectively hiding her dejection. When her gentle fingers brushed the papers, something in Steve snapped in place.

He pulled his hand away, straightening up his posture. He leveled her with his gaze, examining her widened eyes and parted lips.

“I apologize, Miss Y/L/N. You’re right. I’ll revisit your paper and reevaluate your grade,” Steve raised his voice, its tenderness reverberating across the entire room.

He pushed away from the desk, motioning for her to take her seat. A gentle smile graced his features, and he was pleased to find one that equally mirrored his drawn across her face. Two dimples, he noticed, she possessed. One on each cheek.

More students had piled in when he placed her papers in his file to correct. He wondered if he should assign them a passage to read or an artwork to critique while he consumed her words and journeyed through her thoughts.

In the end, he cleared his throat, ready to begin the lecture. But he couldn’t deny that she never evaded his focus throughout it all.

He didn’t see her until the following week. Her paper burned a hole in his folders, calling for attention. She had missed the last class, and he had more to say than an email could adequately express.

When she arrived, another student was sitting in the classroom. That didn’t deter Steve from wanting to approach her. However, her attention was fixed on the easels he had set up, her feet already carrying her to a stool.

She placed her bag on the floor and eagerly examined the empty palette before her. Small paint tubes sat there, four different colors of Steve’s choosing. The blue caught her eye—a dark sapphire she twirled in her hand, mesmerized. Steve had never given much thought to the color blue. It was omnipresent—in the skies, the seas, and the irises of his eyes. He had been so accustomed to it, seeing it every day, that he almost forgot how fascinating it was. That is until he saw it through her eyes.

The class started quickly after. The theme was conceptual art. In response to their earlier results, this activity would be graded—a nudge to their receding grades. But there was a catch. They only had four colors to work with.

Almost everyone asked for Steve’s guidance, raising their hands to inquire about the colors their mix yielded or the process of creating their paintings. All his students asked for his attention, yet she was the only one to whom he offered it without a prior request.

Even as he moved through the rows of easels and stools, his eyes would deviate to catch her pursed lips and placid expression as she painted to her heart’s desire. While her attention never wavered from her work, his followed her movements, tracing the patterns of her wrist and the swirls of her brush against her minimalistic palette.

The class soon came to a halt. He used the few remaining minutes to dismiss those who wished to turn in their work. Students packed up, stumbling over each other to head to their next class while Steve gracefully maneuvered to her side.

"I gave you four colors to choose from," Steve remarked as he set his sights on her painting. She didn’t flinch, unbothered by his presence over her shoulder. "Why haven’t you used them to create others?"

"I have all the colors I need right here," she replied, her brush waltzing across the canvas, leaving behind swirls of silver—like a trail of shooting stars across the midnight sky, which, coincidentally, happened to be the color of her canvas.

"What did you paint there, Miss Y/L/N?" Steve asked, watching her write her name on the edge of her canvas. A small “Y/N” with the first letter of her last name next to it.

"What do you think this is, Professor Rogers?" she deflected, placing her palette neatly aside but never tearing her eyes away from her work.

"It’s your art, Miss Y/L/N. The right answer lies with you."

"Is there truly ever a right answer when it comes to art?"

Steve chewed on the inside of his cheek, preventing himself from grinning. "No," he admitted. "And yet, an artist yearns for the rare chance their art whispers all its secrets to someone."

Y/N chuckled, finally taking him in. There were streaks of silver and yellow painted on her face, her fingertips covered in paint. She didn’t seem to mind as she casually reached out for a towel to clean herself. It was almost as if she was the masterpiece herself.

Stop, Steve berated himself mentally, his thought catching him off guard. Why the hell did you think that?

“It’s a memory blueprint,” Y/N’s voice pulled him out of his head. She gestured to the swirls of blue and silver, imperceptible yellow dots glistening like gilded droplets across the canvas.

“Interesting,” Steve hummed. He wondered if he suspected she’d get the highest grade. He had never seen his students reflect so vividly on an experience. “Why conceptualize this?”

Wistfulness illuminated her features, molding her pride into yearning and peace into tumult. She shrugged, refraining from examining her work any longer.

“Blue is my favorite color. I’d like to say there was a thought process behind this piece, but from the first stroke till the last, I don’t believe I was in control of my thoughts nor my emotions.”

Steve hummed, unable to tear himself away from the painting. If the paint had dried, he would’ve traced his fingers across the shapes Y/N had drawn. He’d always been inclined to art, a thirst he would never satiate. But certain works, Steve knew, were best admired from afar. Especially those sparse masterpieces, easily tinted by insensitive hands. Especially her.

“I corrected your report,” Steve swiftly changed the subject. He headed toward his desk, pulling out her report. Y/N followed diligently after him. “What you wrote about was not what I had expected. But it’s very typical of you to challenge expectations, isn’t it?”

“Maybe,” Y/N replied shyly, her hunched lashes constricting Steve’s view of her eyes.

He fished out her report, extending it her way. “I like the way you think, Miss Y/L/N. I don’t remember reading such a clever work by any of my students before. This merited an A. But, unfortunately, since this was turned in late—”

“You don’t need to continue, Professor,” Y/N interjected, taking the papers from his hand. Their fingers brushed in her haste. She pulled her hand away as soon as she realized, continuing her previous argument before Steve could process the gentleness of her touch. “I’m very thankful that you corrected my assignment. Other teachers would have failed me for this late of a submission.”

“Still, Miss Y/L/N. You’ve been excelling greatly in my class. You deserve higher than this grade, which is why I want to offer you the chance to assist me for some extra credit.”

“Assist you?” Her brows knitted together. “With what, Sir?”

“The department is hosting an exhibition next week,” Steve began, his tone inviting. “I need a couple of students to volunteer during the evening. I’d highly value your assistance.”

Y/N's expression became troubled. “I can’t, Professor. I won’t be able to make it in the evening,” she replied, her voice soft.

“You didn’t ask what day,” Steve remarked, his head tilted to the side.

Y/N looked down, her voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t on any day, Professor. I’d be glad to assist you in the morning, but I can’t in the evening.”

Steve studied her for a moment, sensing there was more behind her refusal, but he didn’t press further. He acquiesced, acknowledging her statement with a soft smile. “Understood, Miss Y/L/N. I appreciate your honesty.”

Y/N hugged her papers to her chest and offered a faint smile before turning to leave. She didn’t even glance down at the B+ she had received. The B+ Steve felt bad for giving her.

“I think she’s in trouble,” Steve voiced, his eyes finally leaving the sketch he had been working on in his small sketchbook.

Bucky’s forehead creased while he sipped his iced coffee. Whether he was confused by the remark or the fact that he actually liked a beverage Sam had suggested to him, Steve did not know. Maybe it was a bit of both.

“And we’re talking about?”

“Miss Y/L/N.”

“Ah, the star student,” Bucky realized, clicking his fingers as if he had just come up with the most ingenious idea for his next midterm exam. “She doesn’t have to be in trouble, you know. When she took my Introduction to Ancient World History, I learned that her classes are scheduled between eight in the morning and midday. She’s tied up after. Probably with work.”

“I think there’s more to it than that.”

“Steve,” Bucky elongated the “e,” almost whining.

Steve stood up from his spot on the ground, dusting grass off his cream-colored trousers. “Hear me out. She turned in her last assignment late. She had the chance to get an A if she volunteered for an event, and she refused.”

“An event which took place in the evening when she probably has work. Which, if you think about it, is a plausible reason for her late assignments.”

“If you say she finishes classes at midday, then she has enough time to get to work at night—”

“Maybe she has a shift before that,” Bucky interjected. He sipped his iced coffee and walked ahead, distancing himself from Steve. “And she uses the rest of the evening to study.”

Steve caught up to Bucky. “Look,” he said, placing his hand on Bucky’s shoulder. “She skipped two lectures in the past week and a half, and just yesterday, she took a call in the middle of class.”

Bucky gasped, his palm laying flat on his chest where his heart lay beneath his fingertips. “Oh, what a dreadful turn of events. Are you sure you’re teaching art? Because I’m starting to think the early program has led you to sleepwalk your way into the drama department.”

Steve groaned, the sound of his irritation overriding Bucky’s scoff.

“She wanted to take the call. I... I admit I was on edge about her absence and her... inclination to dismiss my class in favor of that call—”

“Please don’t tell me you’ve been spending your breaks with Laufeyson. Only the delusional would start treating their lives like a Shakespearean melodrama.”

“What the hell does that even have to do with what I’m saying?”

“On edge about her absence. A sense of yearning for her attention,” Bucky mocked, a shudder overtaking him that had nothing to do with the coffee in his hands.

“Have you even been hearing anything beyond the thoughts in your head?”

“They’re certainly more entertaining than the thoughts in yours.”

The argument was getting tiring. A loud exhale escaped Steve before he rubbed his face. He knew that the subject of this conversation might not have made much sense, but there was something Steve was sensing that Bucky dismissed altogether.

“I told her that if she took the call, she should leave,” Steve explained, turning back to find Bucky’s attention already on him. “It was harsh, but I couldn’t afford to have her so distracted. She returned to her seat, and I thought she would stay. But she gathered her belongings and left the class.”

“There must’ve been an emergency, then. It happens,” Bucky conceded.

“I know. I suppose. I just…” Steve trailed off, uncertain of his next words.

Bucky noticed his sudden silence and spoke up. “You’re an altruistic blockhead, Rogers.” Steve chuckled at the words. “Don’t overthink it. I know you see a lot of potential in her, and she truly is a remarkable student. But maybe you’re reading too much into it.”

“You’re probably right,” Steve admitted, even though, deep down, he didn’t believe it.

“Besides, she’s not even an art student. Clearly, this is just a hobby for her.”

“Wait, what?” Steve spun around so fast he almost gave himself whiplash.

Bucky had just about finished his coffee, sighing as he looked down at it, realizing he couldn’t distract himself with it any longer. “Don’t you ask your students what they study on the first day of classes?”

Steve gave Bucky a bemused look. “Not in Contemporary Art Practice. It’s a class that only the creative students take. There are several prerequisites for it.”

“Clearly the lawyers have made their way into it if Miss Y/L/N is any indication.”

A sharp gasp escaped Steve before he had the chance to reel it in. He stared dumbfounded at Bucky as if the man had grown two heads. “She’s... she’s a law student?”

Bucky hummed as he casually discarded his empty coffee cup, circumventing children running freely in the park. “She’s a sophomore. In the Law Department with Hill.”

“She doesn’t strike me as a law student. She’s...”

“Gentle? Kind? A battered, tortured soul? Believe me, I was surprised when she told me about her field of study last semester.”

“Back up,” Steve commanded, mind reeling from the influx of the latest information. “She’s a sophomore? But her ID number dates four years back—don’t give me that look. I don’t remember her ID number, but I only have a handful of students in that class, and I know that none of them are supposed to be sophomores. This doesn’t add up.”

The latest revelations left Steve in a haze, his thoughts consuming his mind and leaving him unaware of his surroundings. He reminisced about his interactions with Y/N, his artistic senses flaring at the details inhabiting her being. Her eyes lacked the usual innocent luster etched on the contours of young adults’ irises, and she certainly did not possess the natural naivety and abstraction they were renowned to express.

Y/N was grounded. Mature for her age, yet burdened with both torment and gentleness that painted her with the most enchanting colors.

His mind swirled with images of her, so much so that he wasn’t paying attention as he walked forward. Steve heard a soft gasp, followed by one escaping his own lips. He halted, scanning ahead before slowly peering down to where a young girl stood, her milkshake cup empty and its contents dripping down her lilac shirt.

“I am so sorry,” Steve breathed, rushing to kneel down at the girl’s level. But before he could ask if she was alright, another voice cut in.

“Can’t you watch where you’re going?!”

Steve lifted his head, spotting a young man behind the girl. His demeanor was laced with anger, and Steve imagined he would feel just as upset if his daughter had been nearly harmed. If that drink had been anything hotter than a milkshake... Steve didn’t want to think about what might have happened.

He cleared his throat, preparing to apologize to the stranger, when the man harshly tugged the little girl’s hand, causing her to yelp.

“You’ve been walking for three years, and you still bump into people like you just learned to walk yesterday!”

“I...” the child whimpered, her eyes darting around the park until they settled on Steve. “I’m s-sorry.”

Steve’s breath hitched, his fingers twitching. Beside him, Bucky glanced over, his gaze hardening as he observed the scene. Steve’s heart wrenched, unsure if it was the girl’s innocent regret, the man’s sharp rebuke, or a haunting familiarity that stirred within the sweet child’s eyes. He had studied that sadness, etching it into his memory. It seemed indelible now.

“Sure, you are,” the pathetic excuse for a man grumbled. “It’s me who should feel sorry. For myself. Clearly, you get your carelessness from your mother.”

“Better my carelessness than your brashness, Paul.”

If Steve had doubted his instincts before, now he was certain they were right all along. He exchanged glances with Bucky, who shared the bemusement which crossed his face. Tentatively, Steve focused on the scene before him—a distressed young girl, a callous young man, and now, a woman—who seemed poised for conflict and upheaval, even though he had always perceived her as too gentle and delicate to harm anyone.

She squared her shoulders, extending a hand to get the younger girl’s attention. “Hands off Nyla, immediately.” Her lips curled into a defiant smirk, her voice steady yet tinged with underlying turmoil. “Or I will remove your entire arm from its place and make sure you cannot touch anyone, let alone yourself, ever again.”

The man loosened his grip, whether from fear or some other reason, Steve couldn’t tell. As soon as his hold relaxed, the young girl—Nyla—ran to the woman's side.

“Mama!” she cried, just as Bucky uttered a name Steve was too stunned to articulate.

“Miss Y/L/N?”

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Chapter 1 

Chapter 2

Chapter 3 

Chapter 4

Chapter 5 

Chapter 6 

Chapter 7 

Chapter 8 

Chapter 9 

Chapter 10

Chapter 11