#steve rogers/reader

[happy74827]

Let Me In

[Steve Rogers x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Steve is persistent in a lot of things. But when he catches fear in your eyes, he wants nothing more than to help you heal.

WC: 2230

Category: Hurt/Comfort {TW — Implications of SA}

The “who did this to you” trope has my whole heart.

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Seeing the pain in Steve’s eyes was more than enough to make your own heartache. The confusion on his face turned into a deep-set frown as his hands hovered over your body, too afraid to touch. Too afraid that if he touched you, the rest of you would crumble to the ground.

The silence between you was deafening, yet Steve said nothing. He just stared at you. You felt his gaze move from the top of your head and down the length of your body. His jaw clenched tightly when your expression faltered, and you tried your hardest not to show the pain you were feeling.

He wasn’t even reaching toward you in the first place; he was reaching for the water that was sitting by his punching bag, but the damage was done the second his hand came into your view.

Out of all the things that could’ve happened, flinching from Steve… of all people was the worst thing possible. The look of hurt on his face was enough to make your own heart drop to your stomach.

You knew he would never hurt you; he would never cause you pain. It was Steve, for goodness sake; he was a big teddy bear who wouldn't cause harm unless absolutely necessary. He had the biggest heart you'd ever seen. And yet, here you were, cowering away from him.

When his hand came into your peripheral, you jumped back, almost tripping over yourself as you stared up at him. You could feel your heartbeat in your throat.

It was so loud. So, so loud.

Steve, ever the hero, immediately pulled back. The water was forgotten and all of his focus was on you now. He even tried to reach out to you again, but seeing the flinch on your face was enough to stop him in his tracks.

He didn’t know what to do.

Steve was the guy who knew exactly what to do in every situation. He was Captain America.

Captain America.

But seeing you cower away from him made him feel helpless.

His hands were still hovering, his brow was still furrowed, and his lips were set in a firm line. He wanted to touch you, to hold you, but he was so scared that you would push him away and run.

It broke his heart.

The last time he saw you, you were happy and laughing and smiling. But now, it was like someone had taken all the happiness from your face. The smile was gone. Your laughter was gone. The light was gone. And Steve hated it.

He hated it with every fiber of his being.

He was the first to speak. A small whisper. A whisper that would've been missed if you weren't hanging onto every single one of his movements.

"What happened?"

He took a small step forward and watched as you tensed up, your fingers curling around the fabric of your shirt. You swallowed thickly and shook your head.

He deserved the truth, but you couldn't bring yourself to tell him.

You didn’t want to tell him. Not after you had flinched away from him.

"I’m fine, Steve."

He gave a low hum and looked you over, trying to gauge the situation and find the best way to approach this. He needed to get you talking, but he had to be careful. He couldn’t make the same mistake twice.

"You don't look fine."

The way his voice came out, it was like a breath. His words were soft and comforting. His eyes never once left yours, not even to see where he was stepping.

You wanted to scoff. You wanted to tell him that you were perfectly fine and that he had nothing to worry about. You wanted to lie and say that the flinch was an accident, a momentary lapse in judgment.

You wanted to lie.

But you couldn't. Not to Steve.

Never to Steve.

"Who did this to you?"

It was the way he said it. The tone he used. It wasn't accusatory; it wasn't harsh. It was gentle. It was caring. It was full of concern. Full of love.

But the question brought you up short.

You could feel his eyes on you. You could feel his gaze burning through you, his worry evident. You could feel him staring right into your soul.

You knew he didn't mean to ask it, but the question slipped past his lips before he could stop it. Before he could pull it back.

You swallowed thickly and looked down at the floor, not being able to bring yourself to meet his eye. You could see his boots; you could see his toes.

But not his face. You didn’t want to see his face. You couldn’t handle the concern.

You could hear him shuffling closer, his hand reaching out slowly and hesitantly. When his finger brushed against your arm, you jerked back, but he didn't let you get too far.

His grip was gentle. So gentle, but it was enough to hold you. Just enough.

It was just your name, just a whisper, but the way he said it made you weak. The way he breathed it out had your knees shaking. You could feel the tears burning the back of your throat; you could feel them gathering in your eyes. They were going to spill over soon, and Steve was the only one who was going to be there to see it. No one else.

"Tell me"

There was a moment where you wanted to fight it. To shove him off and run to your room. To lock yourself away and never come out. But when his thumb rubbed over your cheek, it was the moment that you broke.

Tears spilled over. They flowed freely down your cheeks, dripping from your chin.

Your breath came in harsh pants.

Steve's hands moved to your shoulders. He held you firmly yet gently. His thumbs rub slow circles on the top of your arms.

“Damn it.” You breathed out. “Damn it! Of all the people I slip in front of, why did it have to be you? Why couldn't it have been Tony? Or Nat? Or Sam? Or hell, even Bruce? It had to be you, didn't it, Rogers? It had to be the guy I was trying to avoid. The one person I didn't want to know.”

Your rant was cut off when you felt Steve's fingers under your chin. He tipped your head back and forced you to look at him. He looked down at you with those soft blue eyes, the ones you had been trying to avoid since the start.

They were the only thing that could ever get through to you. They were the only thing that could make your walls come down.

His hand was gentle. It was like he was trying to hold a piece of glass. If he pressed too hard, you would break. And god, did you want to break. You wanted to feel the release, the freedom.

You wanted to feel something, anything other than this pain.

"I'm sorry." You breathed out. "I didn't mean to."

"Don't apologize," He murmured. "Just talk to me."

"Steve-"

"Please." The word was a broken plea. It was the most vulnerable you had ever seen him.

You bit your bottom lip and looked down at the ground, unable to hold his gaze.

"Please." He repeated. "Let me help."

"It's not that easy." You whispered. You couldn't believe that you were even considering telling him.

"Yes, it is. I'm right here."

You were going to regret this. You didn't want to, but you were going to.

"I can't." You shook your head, a sob rising in your chest. "I can't, Steve. Please don't make me."

“Then tell me how I can help you."

You didn’t know how to respond. How could you possibly tell him how to help?

"I- I don't know."

He sighed and stepped back. For a second, you thought he was going to leave, that he was done with you, but with the way his gaze never left yours, you knew that wasn’t the case.

He reached down and wrapped his fingers around your wrist, tugging you behind him.

You let him. You were too tired to fight back.

Too tired.

Too weak.

He led you out of the gym and through the tower, his pace never once slowing. Not until the both of you were in front of your bedroom door. Then he released his hold on you and stood back, looking at you. His jaw was still clenched, and his hands were balled into fists. You didn't know if it was because of the fact that someone had hurt you or the fact that you were hiding the truth from him.

"Let me in." He said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "If not today, then some other time. Let me in."

"Why?" You questioned, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Because I care."

"Why?" You repeated, your eyes narrowing. "Why do you care so much?"

"I know what it’s like," He murmured. "To feel the need to hide from the world. To feel the need to bottle everything up inside. You don’t need to do this alone. I don’t know what happened to you, but whatever it is, you can talk to me. Let me in. Tell me the truth."

You shook your head and turned, reaching for the handle, but Steve was faster. His hand shot out and curled around your wrist. He kept you in place.

"Please." He murmured.

The desperation was evident in his voice. The sincerity was, too.

“You want the name that much?” You questioned, keeping your gaze trained on the door.

It was better than facing him.

It was better than seeing the disappointment in his eyes.

It was better than seeing the pity.

It was easier to hide the emotions behind the door, not having to see his reaction.

"I want you to be honest with me. I want you to talk to me. If you’re comfortable giving me the name, then that's your choice. It's always your choice. I won't force you to do anything, but I want to help."

"It's a little late for that," You scoffed, yanking your hand out of his grasp.

He stepped forward, crowding you against the door. You could feel his warmth against your back.

"I didn't know." He murmured, his hand reaching out to brush his fingers against the back of your neck. "Had I known, I would've put a stop to it."

"There's nothing you could've done."

"I could've killed him." He murmured. "That's what I could've done.”

“You don’t kill people, Rogers. It’s not who you are. You know that.”

“Still doesn’t change the fact that I would stop at nothing to keep you safe. Whoever this is, they aren’t going to lay another hand on you. I promise. They aren’t going to hurt you again, not if I can help it. You have my word."

You could feel the tears pricking the back of your eyes. God, did he have to say such sweet things?

You weren’t sure if it was because he was being a good friend or because he wanted something more, but whatever it was, it had you melting.

"I didn't mean to push you away." You whispered, resting your forehead against the cool metal of the door.

"I know."

"It was instinct. I couldn't-"

"I know."

"How do I fix this?"

"You don't. It takes time. Healing isn't an instant process. It took me a long time to get back to normal… somewhat normal.”

“But—” You began, but the look on Steve's face told you that arguing wasn't going to do you any good.

So you stopped.

"It takes time." He repeated. "But I'm not going anywhere. You can take all the time in the world, and I'll be here waiting. Whenever you're ready."

"I want it to go away."

"I know. Believe me, I know." He murmured.

You felt him shift behind you. His hand pressed flat against your back and rubbed slow circles, the heat seeping through the thin material of your shirt.

You had never felt so safe, not even when you were a child.

Steve's presence alone was enough to calm the anxiety running rampant through your body. You weren't sure what had caused this particular attack, but now that Steve was here, you were hoping it would pass soon.

"What do you need?" He asked softly, his hand running up and down the length of your back.

"You." You croaked out, the words almost getting lost in the fabric of his shirt.

"You have me."

"Promise?"

"Promise," He replied without missing a beat.

You took a deep breath and leaned further into his touch.

"It'll go away soon," He assured. "We can sit down and talk about it when you're ready."

"What if I never want to talk about it?"

"Then we won't. You set the pace, okay? Just… please, don't shut anyone out. Don't shut me out. We— I care about you."

You nodded your head, unable to form the words you wanted to say.

The feeling was mutual. You cared about him too. And maybe, just maybe, you would be willing to open up about this. Maybe even share the name.

Steve does throw a good punch, after all.

[nastybuckybarnes]

Teddy Bear Picnic - Three

Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: If you go down in the woods today you’re sure of a big surprise. - The one where you give in.

Warnings: Dark fic, dark themes, dub con, language, violence, kidnapping, injuries, eventual smut, 

Word Count: 1.2K

A/n: Short lil chapter, we'll be getting into more real stuff soon. I hope y'all enjoy!

!!This is a Dark Fic with Triggering and Sexual Content. Read at Own Risk!!

~*~

He doesn't come back with food that night.

In fact, you don't see him for over a week.

For the first several days you stay exactly where he left you, but eventually you need to use the bathroom.

It proves to be a challenge to do much of anything with your arms bound behind you the way you are, but you manage to turn the water on and stick your head under the faucet, drinking small sips of the leaky tap water in a pathetic attempt at stopping your stomach from digesting itself.

When he finally does come down the stairs, he does so with a bowl of soup in his hand.

You're slumped against the cool concrete floor, cheek pressed to the damp ground as your body threatens to shut down.

You peel an eye open and watch as he stands in front of you for a long while before crouching down.

"Will you be good?"

You only close your eye and pray that death takes you in the next few seconds.

"Oh, look at you, poor thing. Now, whose fault is this?" He asks softly.

Slowly, you pry open your eyes and look up at him, licking your cracked dry lips.

"I'll be good," you croak, voice weak and hoarse.

He nods, his eyes softening the tiniest bit.

"Yeah, I bet you will. Sit up."

It takes you a while to feel your body again, but eventually you manage to push yourself into a seated position, head tilted back against the wall.

"Open up."

You obey, opening your mouth as he brings a spoonful of soup up to your lips.

An audible moan leaves you when it hits your tongue, and you eagerly swallow it down and open your mouth for more.

You're not sure if it's simply because you haven't eaten in days, but this is the most delicious meal you've ever had and you're greedy for more.

He gives you another spoonful, pulling back when you immediately open your mouth for more.

"Slow down. I don't want you to make yourself sick."

You shake your head desperately and lean forward, only for him to pull it further from you.

"Please, more. I'm so hungry, please," you beg, tears filling your eyes at the thought of him depriving you of this delicious soup.

"Shhh, none of that now, honey. I won't take it away as long as you're good for me, okay?"

You nod desperately, opening your mouth when he lifts the spoon once again.

Silent tears trek down your cheeks as he continues spoon-feeding you until the bowl is empty.

Your stomach feels better, and now all you want is a glass of water, a hot shower, and to sleep for the rest of your life.

It's quiet for a while, and his heavy gaze eventually gets too uncomfortable for you to sit under.

"Thank you for the soup," you finally whisper.

Having spent so many days alone, you crave human interaction. And right now, you don't really care who that human is.

"What's in it?"

Your question surprises your captor and he looks at you with bewildered eyes before clearing his throat and glancing at the empty bowl.

"Chicken and vegetables. The veggies are from my garden and I know a butcher a few towns over - he always gives me fresh meat."

You nod slowly, his words processing in your head.

"You have a garden," you whisper. The idea of him gardening, doing something so normal, is unnerving. It makes him seem more human.

"That... that's nice. I used to garden," you confess, eyes on your fingers as you begin to ramble. "Mostly flowers, but I planted some tomatoes last year that did pretty well. I've always wanted to really get into gardening but... I guess I never really had the time between school and work and... life." All things you no longer need to worry about. But you don't say that last part lest you anger him.

His face softens and he leans forward, eager to learn more about you and happy that you finally have something in common. Something to bond over.

"What do you grow?" You ask, lifting your gaze to his. You're surprised by the softness in his eyes. Gone is that horrible anger, the monstrous rage that was there the last time you saw him. It's like he's a completely different person.

He seems to relax even further as you continue speaking, asking him things. Trying to get to know him.

"Lots and lots of herbs. I like to make my own tea. I also grow lettuce... carrots, beets, and onions. I've got a strawberry patch and some rhubarb as well, but I have a hard time finding good recipes with rhubarb that I like."

"I've heard it's good in pies with berries," you whisper, dropping your gaze as your bottom lip starts to wobble.

Your grandmother used to make a delicious strawberry rhubarb pie.

"Maybe one day you can take over the garden for me."

Your eyes snap back up to his, tears drying at his words.

His eyes are guarded, but still kind.

"You... you'd let me?" You ask softly, waiting for him to laugh and tell you it was a joke. To beat you and hurt you and make you cry again.

He chuckles, reaching forward to push some of your hair behind your ear, frowning when you flinch away instinctively.

He lowers his hand with a sigh and shakes his head, looking down at his hands.

"I don't want to keep you in the basement forever, honey. I want you to be happy here. I want to trust you enough to give you free rein of the house but... I can't do that yet."

You nod your understanding.

As fucked up as the situation is, it makes sense. How could he trust you when you tried to run? You wouldn't trust you either.

"Is this... is this my home now?"

He nods, a sort of bittersweet smile on his face.

"It is, sweetheart. And I'll show you around one day... when I can trust you. But until then, you need to stay down here."

You sniffle but nod again, dropping your eyes to the ground.

"Can you... can you untie me, at least? Please. It's just... it's hard to go to the bathroom like this and it-it hurts."

He watches you closely, brows drawing together as he weighs the pros and cons.

Last time he trusted you, you proved you were undeserving. But you seem like you've genuinely learned from that.

"Turn around."

You obey as quickly as you can, wanting to prove to him that you'll listen. You'll be good.

He unties your hands gently, and you shiver when his fingers dust over the back of your neck. You allow him to move you, groaning at the ache in your muscles as he slowly releases your arms.

"You'll want to stretch," he says quietly, taking a step back and watching as you turn back around.

You slowly stretch your arms out, wincing at the pinching pain, needles poking at your fingertips as you regain feeling in them.

You stay seated on the ground, moving very slowly when you need to, showing him that you're going to listen, to obey.

He seems pleased with this, scooping the bowl up off of the floor and walking toward the stairs.

"I'll be back later with dinner." He pauses and shoots a small glance over his shoulder, "I promise."

[wednesdaynn]

emergency buttons

KINKTOBER 2024

A/N: thinking about doing some more blurb type of kinktober fics, i feel like changing it up a bit makes it more dynamic. anyway tomorrow we finally get into the weird shit.

Summary: steve and you get tired of a party and make your own fun in the elevator. (i've given up on writing proper summaries, i know i can't do it well)

Warning: cunnilingus, rimming, butt stuff, etc...

Pairing: steve rogers x reader

kinktober: Rimming, Fingering/Handjob, Dry Humping

Your dress hugs your curves in all the right ways, Steve had told you so earlier. not that he needed to, his eyes betrayed his every thought. the way they skimmed over your figure, resting on your chest and thighs. He licked his lips and pulled at his bottom lip with his teeth. the blush on his cheek matching the shade of his luscious lips. 

You miss him, he’s been occupied with his fellow agents and others alike during the party Tony had organised for the recent victory of many conquered battles. He’s in the corner of the room, talking about god knows what to god knows who. You can see that he’s trying his best to stay interested in the conversation happening in front of him. But his eyes keep wandering over to you.

Your eyes meet again for the umpteenth time this evening and you shoot him a quick wink. You’re sitting behind the bar with a glass of sweet white wine in your hands. The glass is rimmed with your red lipstick, Steve’s favourite, and a coy smile on your lips. 

He makes quick conversation with the fellows he’s next to and claps on them on the shoulder before moving smoothly between the packed bodies within the room. His pace is quick, and he has a determined look on his face. Making his way towards you. Pulling out a stool next to you, he ushers the bartender over to him and orders a drink. You’re not paying attention to what he orders, your focus is solely on his hand which encases the drink. Strong and big. Memories flooding back to you. You cough softly, trying to erase the thoughts in your mind. 

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing here?” his sweet voice fills the air, like a soothing melody to your ears. You smile softly behind your glass, making eye contact with him. His eyes shift down to your lips and he licks his own subconsciously. 

“Came here for a good time, but it seems I'm at the wrong address…” he hymns at your comment and takes a sip of his drink of choice. The way they wrap around the rim so seamlessly and all you want to do is kiss him silly. “Seems like a waste of time then, huh?” he nods in your direction. 

“Seems like my night is getting better and better.” you flirt back with him, never your strongest suit, but Steve makes you feel like you can talk about making lasagna for dinner and he’d find it sexy. He turns his body around, facing you and he takes you in for a moment. 

The way you're leaning over the bar, delicate hands around the drink, your shoulders on display, perfect for marking up. Your skin is soft and glowing in the overhead lights. He couldn’t find you any sexier than you are right now. Teasing him and playing this game with him. In it for the long haul. Or that was the plan, but it seems like neither of you would be able to abstain from sin. 

The air around you felt different, the atmosphere created by the two of you was suffocating. Short breaths and shortening the distance. Steve takes a quick scan of the room. Scantily dressed women, men wearing half-assed outfits and everybody minding their own business, usually too busy with themselves to notice anybody else. He quickly gulps down his drink and holds out his hand for you to take. 

He drags you along through the crowd, excusing himself to anyone he accidentally runs into. Rushing out of the room. Your feet struggle to keep up with his. Walking through the long corridors, you make your way over to the elevator at the end of the hall. Impatiently you wait side by side, breathing uneven. Your hands are still intertwined and his thumb is rubbing circles into your skin. A sweet touch within a heated moment. Loved and cared. 

The elevator couldn’t come quickly enough and before you know it, he’s pressing you into the mirror at the side, the railing digging into your lower back, but you couldn’t care less. Not with Steve enveloping you entirely, his breath mingled with yours as he kisses you vehemently. His fingers dig into your side as your knee presses into his crotch, putting pressure on where he wants it the most. 

His kisses trail down to your neck and you throw your head back at the satisfying feeling, his lips leaving behind markings on your skin. You grab onto his hair and push him further into your neck, craving the feeling he was giving you. 

The elevator doors open and Steve's hand leaves your side to blindly reach over to the buttons, pressing the “closing doors” button and then continuing to the control buttons to stop the elevator from going anywhere else and being accessed by others. 

Oh shit. 

“Don’t worry, I don't think anyone would dare to look at the camera’s right now” he reassures you, moving his hands to grope your ass. Pulling you further into him, if that’s even possible. He bites your lips softly as he reconnects them, and intertwines his tongue with yours. Your taste is intoxicating him. Craving you, wanting to devour you alive. He feels ignited. 

He pulls away from you swiftly, and his hands find themselves towards your waist, flipping you around. You’re met with the view of both of you in the mirror. Steve looks imposing in the light, his towering figure behind you, cheeks rosy and his lips wet and red-bitten. His hair is a tangled mess on top of his head and he couldn’t look more like the picture of sex. 

You don’t look any better yourself, your dress seems to be hanging on by a thread, your hair seems to be going in every other direction and your lipstick is smudged, lipstick-kiss marks all the way down your neck. 

He kisses the top of your head in an affectionate manner before crouching down and sitting back on his knees. You can just see his head poke out in the mirror. He bunches up your dress in his hands and lifts it up over your hips. He kisses you softly on the back of your thighs. His hands knead at your pliable skin, feeling you up completely. 

He licks a stripe between the crease of your thigh and cheek and trails his mouth along the edge of your panties. The thin material is completely soaked and Steve couldn’t be happier. He could smell you through the fabric, and his resolve was crumbling down. His actions start to become rushed, almost completely ripping off your panties, his strength barely controllable. 

He rolls them down your legs, caressing your skin softly and leaving kisses behind in its wake. Goosebumps rise on your skin and all you can think about is what’s coming next. He slips down your lingerie off of your feet. 

Hands now free and your pussy on complete display for him to devour, he could see the slick catching on your thighs. Your hands are tightly gripped around the railing, anticipating. One of his hands pushes down on your lower back, pressing you further down, and your ass closer to his face, and he lets out a low growl at the sight in front of him. Your glistening pussy all for him. 

His hands grab your ass and spread it apart further, thumbing at your lips. Your hole twitches as he blows a breath on you, clenching around nothing and wanting nothing more than feeling him fill you up. 

He licks a stripe on your pussy, circling your clit as his fingers collect your slick to make sure they’re well coated. He inserts his middle finger and ring finger into you, slowly fingerfucking you open, making sure to stretch you open properly. 

Your breath fogs up the mirror at his administration, it makes your chest burn up. You feel your eyes drooping closed and your hands gripping at the railing in desperation needing to hold onto something while he fingerfucks you open. 

Steve ‘s tongue works wonders on your clit and he circles it and sucks on it. Your stomach feels like it is in knots. Caught up in the daze of this feeling, you push your ass back into his face and he just holds onto you tighter. 

His fingers scissor you open as he licks around your hole, and he sloppily makes out with your cunt and a mix of slick and saliva is coating his lips and chin, making a right mess out of your boyfriend. 

He pulls his finger out of your hole and drags it upwards and a gasp leaves your mouth. While you two had tried to venture out of your comfort zone while having sex, certain things had yet to be discovered. You had mentioned a couple of weeks ago you were interested in trying something new and Steve had been hesitant, clearly not anymore. 

“Can i?” he asks you sweetly while circling a wet finger around your hole and you desperately nod. He pushes his fingertip in, just slightly. Pushing past the rim of your hole. His tongue soon joins, licking around and dipping it in just slightly and you can hear him moan behind you. 

The wet muscle makes you keen as you feel it on your butt, and your hand reaches behind you to grab at Steve's hair to push his head further into you. Moaning at the feeling of him. The warmth of his mouth and the stretch of feeling both his tongue and finger entering you makes you twitch. Your stomach is doing twists and turns. 

He pulls his fingers out and pushes three of them back into your cunt. Slowly inching them in, scissoring you open, intent on making you cum. He licks and slurps and makes disgusting noises as he devours your ass. Wet noises fill the small space of the elevator. He curls his fingers inside of you hitting your g-spot. Massaging the spongy part of your cavern. Both your holes are thoroughly pleasured, with a burning sensation in your core. Slobbering up both your holes and everythings dripping down your legs.

You tighten your hold on Steve's hair as you feel your orgasm nearing, you push back against him, grind on his mouth and ride his finger as you get close. Steve moans into your hole and it’s all you need to cum on his face, slick pours out of you as you cum, thighs twitching and desperately clinging onto Steve and the railing in front of you. 

When you look back at yourself in the mirror in front of you, you see a fucked out face, your eyes are set low and your mouth open with heavy breaths coming out. And Steve stands behind you with a grin as he lowers your dress down. Panties sticking out of his breast pocket and his face is covered in you. 

“Ready for round 2?”

[heyitsme1040]

The Ring of Time [s.r]

summary : Steve comes back to you after returning the infinity stones. He made a stop in the forties, and brought back something important for the both of you. 

pairings : Steve Rogers x Reader

warnings : None (if I missed anything let me know!)

word count : 530

AO3 (x)

a/n : Day seventeen of Comfortember is here! The prompt was ‘heirloom’.

“Be careful,” you whisper to Steve as you hug him before he goes to return the infinity stones. 

“I will,” he promised. “See you in a few minutes.”

You stepped away from the hug and stood next to Bucky. You watched as he stepped onto the pad, checking his watch. Between one breath and the next Steve disappeared. You shifted closer to Bucky, waiting on Steve to return. 

“Be honest with me?” You turned to face Bucky. 

“What’s up?” Bucky keeps his eyes focused on the pad. 

“Is he coming back?”

Bucky opens his mouth to respond, but before he can Bruce says, “Here he comes. He’s back in three…two…one…now.”

He presses some keys at the control panel, but nothing happens. Your heart sinks, your biggest fear feeling real. Steve left you. You turn away from the pad, wiping at the tears that are starting to gather. You begin to walk away. 

“Wait,” Bucky places his hands on your shoulder. “He’s coming back.”

You try to force your way out of Bucky’s hold, “He’s not! He went back to the past, Bucky. He had the chance to live the life he missed out on. Why would he come back?” You shouted.

“Because you’re here,” you heard Steve’s voice. 

You turn around, surprised to see Steve stepping off of the pad. He takes long strides toward you, gently tugging you against him from Bucky’s hold. He tucks your head beneath his chin, wrapping his arms around you securely. You cry harder, holding onto him.

“I promised you it’d be a few minutes,” Steve comforted you. 

“Bruce was timing you. You didn’t come back when he calculated,” you rambled. 

“I had to make an extra stop before coming back.”

“Peggy?” 

“No,” Steve moved to look you in the eye. “Not Peggy.”

Steve’s tone alone let you know how serious he was being. 

You furrowed your brows, “Where did you go then?”  

Steve removed one hand from around you and reached into his pocket. “I had to get something I left in the forties.” Steve pulled out a beautiful set of rings, holding them out to you. “These were my parents’ rings. I wanted to get them back, so I could do this.”

Steve dropped to one knee in front of you and held your hands. You smiled, nodding as he spoke. 

“You’re it for me, sweetheart. I used to think I knew what I wanted out of life. Then I was frozen and awoke in a world I couldn’t recognize. Everything was different and I didn’t fit in this world anymore. I had no idea what I wanted out of life anymore. Then I met you, and everything made sense. The world didn’t look so foreign anymore, and I knew you were the one. So, would you do me the honor of becoming your husband?” Steve proposed.

“Yes,” you cupped his cheeks. “Absolutely yes!”

Steve leaned forward, connecting your lips. You wrapped your arms around him, kissing him back. You were faintly aware of the team clapping and whistling coming from where you left Bucky. All of that didn’t matter to you, your focus remaining solely on Steve. 

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[tryingmybestpls]

Fourth of July

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Bucky visits the cemetery the first since Steve funeral, but he isn’t the only one that’s mourning on the Fourth of July.

Word Count: 2.3k

Rating: R

Warnings: Grief, self-harm, depression, death, mourning, mentions of infidelity

A/N: Listen, this has been in the works for a year, but I’ve been redoing this whole time. I wrote it listening to “Fourth of July” by Sufjan Stevens. Slight AU because I like to think that Bucky didn’t know that Steve was gonna do that shit. 

It was humid in the city, making it feel a lot hotter than it actually was. He had started to sweat under the sweater he had pulled on and he tried his best to ignore the discomfort. The slight breeze made the various red, white, and blue decorations flap in the wind and carried the scent of someone grilling nearby. Hot dogs, he thinks.

As the sun started to set, the smell of gunpowder started to fill the air as the streetlights started to flicker on. Children ran past him as he walked on the sidewalk, sparklers held high in their hands. They giggled and laughed, their families yelling at them to be more careful. The man just keeps on walking, quickly crossing the street as soon as his destination came into the view.

Bucky shoved his hands into his pockets, keeping his cap covered head down as he walks into graveyard, gravel crunching under his feet. He hasn't been here since the funeral and he didn't really want to come today, but he knew he should.

A part of him still wanted to scream at his best friend, wants to ask him what was so special about Peggy Carter that he had to go and upend so many lives. The other part of him just wants to stand there and cry, mourn the loss of his best friend, his brother, the only tie to he had to his old life.

Yet, someone had beat him to it to that second one.

He didn't expect her to be kneeling there in front of the shining marble headstone, her body as still as the statues that dotted the cemetery. She doesn't hear him, or possibly just chooses to ignore that someone else was here to mourn over the same person today. He can see that she's saying something, but even with his super hearing he can't hear it.

Bucky stopped in his tracks, not knowing exactly what to do in this situation. Should he let her be, let her mourn? Should he call Sam and ask her to come sit with her? Raynor hadn't prepared him for this. He was barely getting his own feelings under control, so how was he supposed to help anyone else? Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He had only met her a handful of times, with most of them being before a fight. The first time that he had met her, the first time he actually can fully remember meeting her, was after the mess in Berlin, when his arm was caught in a vice because none of them knew if he was still Bucky. She had smiled at him and said in a saccharine sweet voice, “I will not hesitate to put you six feet under if you do that shit again, understood?”. It was after that comment, after Sam and Steve had both look at her almost in shock, that the latter had introduced her as his wife.

Before he knows it, his feet are carrying him towards her, his footsteps almost silent on the grass until a twig snaps and announces his approach. Y/N's back straightens, her body tensing. Bucky's feet don't stop though, not until he is standing right behind her. She keeps her eyes locked on his headstone, tears having left black colored tracks on her cheeks.

"Are you alright?" Bucky questions, immediately kicking himself for how stupid his question was. Of course she wasn't fucking alright. The woman was crying at her lover's grave on the man's birthday. You're a fucking idiot, James Buchanan Barnes. He watches as her eyes shut and she tilts her chin upward every so slightly, letting out a shaky breath. In the distance, fireworks go off, shimmering in the sky.

"You don't have to say anything-It's okay." He quickly replies, knowing that he wouldn't want to open up to someone that he hardly knew. Y/N sighs, her eyes fluttering open and she looks back down at the slab of marble. In front of it was dozens and dozens of offerings. Flags, small shields, candles, plastic red, white, and blue flowers, action figures of the man himself-all left by people they didn't know.

"I didn't think anyone was going to be here. I thought that since it was getting dark that everyone was going to be watching the fireworks." She tells him, her eyes scanning over the words on the headstone over and over again, as if the name was going to change, "I guess I was wrong."

"I didn't want him to be alone on his birthday." She cuts through his thoughts with a knife, stopping him in his tracks. Her voice sounds small, almost faraway as she continues, "I didn't want to come, didn't want to be here, but-but, I knew he shouldn't be alone on his birthday. No one should be alone on their birthday."

Red explodes in the sky, bathing them both in scarlet. Another flies past it- a green one this time-and bursts as the other fades, just as Bucky takes a seat beside her. He gives her ample space  as he tries to get comfortable on the grass.

"No, no he shouldn't." Bucky echoes as he picks up a small action figure of Steve. The eyes are slightly crooked and the colors of his suit have been discolored by the sun, "Did he ever let you throw him a party? I tried, but the punk never let me. Always told me that we shouldn’t waste money on shit like that."

"A couple of times, but nothing too big. Just something small, no gifts, no frills." She answers, a faint smile appearing on her face, "Always gave me something to do. I've never been patriotic."

A bright white firework exploded in the sky, making it look like a thousand more stars had suddenly burst into existence before flickering out.

"You aren't patriotic but you married him?" He questions, holding the action figure in the air. She her smile grows ever so slightly as she shakes her head, her eyes turning towards the sky. Bright blue illuminates her, turning her cobalt for a few seconds.

"I see the irony in it too, don't worry."

There's a moment of silence between them. He looks away from her, his eyes focusing back on the headstone in front of them. The noise of the city celebrating still sounds then, the whistles of the fireworks flying into the sky, the cheers of happy children.

She had disappeared after the funeral.

No more public engagements, no more paparazzi shots. Sam had said that she hadn't been calling, hadn't talked to him at all since they laid Steve to rest. The lights were always off at the house she used to share with him in Brooklyn, but they knew she was home.

She didn't have anywhere else to go.

Her friends were either dead or spread to the wind. Her team was gone, splintered far beyond repair. She would’ve had her husband, but he had made his choice and now she sleeps in a bed that’s too big for her, in a house that’s too quiet, too empty.

"Do you think-Do you think we are allowed to be mad at him?" Her voice is no louder than a whisper when she decides to speak. Her eyes once more on the slab of marble, looking at it like the man himself was sitting there with them. She continues, her eyes watery, "I don't-I've been trying not to be angry with him, but I can't."

"I think so. He-He kind of screwed us over, didn't he?" Bucky answers, turning his head to look at her once more. Her thumb was twisting her gold wedding band around her finger, trying to calm herself, rating to rein in her emotions. 

She was there was Steve came back, hair white and skin wrinkled. She hadn't said anything-No, she just looked at her husband, tears filling her eyes. There was no screaming, no sobbing, no real signs of any outward emotions other than her watery eyes. Steve had tried to talk, tried to explain himself, but she had just walked away. She knew what he did, where he had went. There was no point in arguing with him, with fighting over a choice he had already made so she didn’t. Bucky wonders if she had cried after that, if she had screamed into her pillow after being betrayed by the man she loved. 

He didn’t know that an oh so familiar numbness had started to taken a hold her as she had walked away from the situation. She doesn’t remember any of the drive home-she honestly doesn’t understand how she able to drive at all. The next few days were a blur-she didn’t leave the house, hell, she didn’t even leave her bed unless she had to.

It had taken four days for it to finally settle in, for the pain to crack through and force itself through that numbness. There had been a lot of crying, of screaming during that time. Shattered picture frames, broken dishes. She kept to herself, not wanting to take her anger out on anyone as she processed everything.

At the funeral, she didn't say much to anyone. Everyone's condolences were met with a small smile and nod. She had stood in between Sam and Bucky in the front pew. Her back was rigid, her head held high. Her makeup and hair done perfectly-she had been the dutiful wife and now it seemed like she was becoming the perfect little widow. For a second, Bucky had thought she was processing this all well-better than him, at least-until Sam suddenly grabbed her hand in the middle of someone's eulogy. She had been scratching the back of her hands until they were bloody and raw, her pale pink nails discolored by garnet.

Another firework screams its way into the sky, exploding and illuminating them in emerald for a brief moment. She shifts in the grass, drawing her knees into her chest, making her look smaller than she actually is.

"I miss him. I-I don't know if I should, but I miss him. I still love him." She announces, barely loud enough for him to hear, "No matter what he did, I still love him. I-I wish I didn't, I think it might make it all easier."

"I yelled at him, both Sam and I did. He tried to justify it, wanted Sam to convince you to forgive him." Bucky confesses, his eyes still on her. She turns her head to look at him, brows furrowed, “He didn’t understand why you were so angry with him.”

“I talked to him before he-He didn’t want me to be mad at him. He didn’t want to leave with us with in the middle of fight. Didn’t want to leave it like that. He couldn’t stand it when we fought and these past five years-God, it felt like that was all we did. Everything I did wasn’t good enough fir him.” She looks back down at the ground, fingers picking at the grass, “I kept askin’ him ‘Why?’ and he couldn’t give me an answer. He told me that he loved me, but he also loved her. He acted that’s all he needed to say.”

“I know he had a family with her. Had kids, grandkids, the whole shebang. He had told me-He told me that after we fixed everything-after we brought everyone back that we were gonna settle down like we always talked about, that we could start trying and God, I knew it sounded too good to be true.” Emotion is wrapping around her neck like a noose, making her words strained as tears start to roll down her cheeks, “And I wanted it so bad. I wanted a family with him, even though things were shit and he was pushing me away, I still wanted that. I thought-I thought that finally everything was okay and I feel like an idiot for believing it.”

Her words hang in the air above them, above his grave. They weighed heavily on Bucky, forcing his shoulders down. Steve had promised her a family, a quiet life-some semblance of normalcy and had ripped it away for what? For a woman he knew less than a year? Bucky had asked him if he had regret what he did and Steve hadn’t responded. He had just changed the subject, deciding to instead talk about the quality of his hospital food.

“You’re not an idiot. You didn’t-You didn’t know he was going to do this. None of us did.“ Bucky replies, his voice just as quiet as hers had been moments before. She just sits there, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. Both of them just looked at the grave in front of them, a dozen different emotions flowing between the two.

The tears on her face have started to dry. In the distance they could hear music playing, people laughing, and celebrating. They continued to sit quietly in the cemetery, the buzzing of cicadas and fireworks turning into white noise.

-

"Shall we look at the moon, my little loon?

Why do you cry?

Make the most of your life, while it is rife

While it is light

Well, you do enough talk

My little hawk, why do you cry?

Tell me, what did you learn from the Tillamook burn?

Or the Fourth of July?

We're all gonna die"

[dispatchvampire]

Accidentally in Love (Chapter 3)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x FemaleOC

Warnings: Potentially lethal levels of fluffiness right now, potential for smut later. A little blood, canon levels of violence potentially. Plus size female OC, body descriptions.

Rating: PG-13 (right now for language, but look for this to change)

WC: 1800-ish.

Summary: 

Echo's living a normal life in NYC, a 911 dispatcher, the most excitement she gets is from the calls she takes. And then love comes crashing in one day when she's riding her bike through Central Park.

Steve and Bucky weren't looking for anything on their daily run around the park besides fresh air and exercise. The streak of purple eye candy on a bike that lapped them pretty regularly was a nice addition but not mandatory, at least until some impromptu roughhousing results in some civilian casualties in the form of the most beautiful woman either of them had seen in a long, long time.

A/N: AU, Post CACW, Bucky’s Chill and we have always lived in the Tower. Just call this a throwback to the found family, everyone lives in Stark Tower fics.

This is supposed to be a super-fluffy love story. Still undecided if I'm gonna keep this one going but posting now for giggles and grins. It's got some CSI:NY characters crossing over because why not.

I'm just messing about and playing in my WIPs folder. Not Beta'd: we die like men! (honestly, I tried but if you catch something I missed, let me know)

Chapter 3

One Week Later

“Is he hot in person?”

“Who?” Echo slipped her lunch into the breakroom fridge and pulled out the two cold bottles of caffeinated water she’d left in there the previous night. Late afternoon as it slipped into evening was always a busy time and she needed the fortification. 

“Spongebob Squarepants,” Kalenda, her work bestie, scoffed as she crossed her arms with an impatient frown. The curvy brunette was Echo’s age, about two inches shorter but making up for it with feistiness. “Who do you think? Bucky freaking Barnes! Christ, it’s like you don’t even know me at all.”

 “Lord…” she rolled her eyes as she held the door to the break room open for her friend to pass in front of her on their way into the main center. “Yes. Yes, he is just as beautiful in person, and he and Captain Rogers together are, in fact, as kind and stupidly hot as advertised.” After the visit at the hospital where they’d returned her replaced or repaired belongings—including her bike—Echo had traded numbers with Steve and Bucky, and the guys had texted her a few times in the intervening days to check on her and chatting a little, but it felt weird reaching out to contact them just because. It wasn’t like they were friends or anything. 

Not that she wouldn’t have minded being their friend, or… well, or. They were gorgeous, sweet, funny so far as she could tell, and of course heroic and selfless as hell. The way they smiled at her made her knees weak and her pussy may never recover. What’s not to like? But who was she kidding, really. They were the objects of desire for over half the planet, she guessed, and she was a dispatcher for the NYPD. In no way were those worlds truly related, outside of the most superficial ways, much less were compatible. 

“The hair and those eyes, I’d get so fucking lost in them you’d never find me again. And all those muscles,” she sighed lustily. “Fuck me, that’s before we even talk about that metal arm,” Kalenda carried on, now in full swoon as they made their way out to their stations. “Gods, the things I would let him do to me…” 

Echo snorted at her friend’s obvious heart-eyes in regards to the Winter Soldier. She didn’t blame her at all, but still, their coworkers didn’t need to be privy to their depraved bestie conversations. That’s what the chat was for. “Annnnnnd that is how we end up back at the supervisor’s office for inappropriate work conversations.”

Kalenda scoffed, waving off her concern with a dismissive hand-wave. “Oh, like you’ve never said anything filthy.” Her wicked grin should have been the warning. “Something something ‘star-spangled cock could split you open any time he wanted’? Something something ‘break him down to the frame’... any of that sound familiar?” 

Her leering green gaze as she slipped on her headset made Echo giggle even as heat rushed to her cheeks. “You could shut up any time now.”  

The laughter was shortlived, though, as they settled into their workday. Having a headset on meant that it was time to serve the citizens of NYC and the officers of NYPD to the best of their abilities. They were one of, if not the, largest comm center in the country and Echo was proud of the work she did, contributing to the safety of her town. 

It was easy to get lost in the work, one call at a time, one radio run at a time. Her focus, scattered as it could be at any other time, easily fell into the rhythm of call and response, action and reaction, hours slipping by unnoticed. 

Voices behind her and down at the end of her row drew her attention, their familiarity abruptly yanking her out of the zone. 

One pair of eyes zeroed in on her immediately. “Well, if it isn’t the crash test dummy.” 

Boisterously loud for the locale, Tony Stark was the walking definition of ‘all eyes on me’. He may have been in a crazy expensive suit and tie, looking all prim and proper and what have you, but the curve of his lips promised the most interesting kinds of mischief. 

Echo swallowed hard as she made herself unavailable for calls, her eyes quickly darting left and right to the unabashed gawking of her coworkers. Oh, they were still busy as hell, but the nosy bastards were never above a good spectacle. “Mr. Stark.” 

“Did the phone meet your standards?” he demanded with a smirk that seemed a little too knowing. He stopped behind her chair, spinning her around to face him. 

She nodded hesitantly. “It did, thank you. I mailed you a thank you note. Did you not get it?” 

Yes, it had been an old school touch, but sending him an email seemed a little impersonal, especially since he’d gone to the trouble of transferring all her stuff over in addition to giving her a top of the line bit of tech. And it wasn’t like she could just show up on his doorstep with a casserole.

He snorted, his billion dollar smile on full display as his eyes crinkled at the edges. “I did, but then, I expected nothing less considering you hang out with the geriatric set.” 

She was about to ask what he meant when another voice cut her off. “Tony, Jesus, man. Quiet down, people are working here—oh, hey Echo.” 

She sincerely hoped the whimpering squeak as she spun quickly to face him she heard was just in her head, though Kalenda’s snort behind her indicated no such luck. “Hi. James. I-I mean Bucky. Um…” her eyes met her bestie’s just behind him for some help, but only found the kind of mocking encouragement born from years of friendship. “Nice to see you. Here. At my job.” 

“Um yeah, about that…” The brunet smoothed his long bangs back out of his face behind his ears and grinned bashfully as he rubbed the back of his neck. Under other circumstances, she and Kalenda would be ogling him for the way the seams of his deep blue henley were barely clinging to life across his shoulders and around his massive arms and the skinny jeans that were all but wrecking her concentration. “Cap and Tony had a meeting at 1PP and Stevie wanted me to tag along.” 

“I’m glad he did.” The way her compliment made his cheeks flush felt like winning an award, even if the normal filter she kept up at work slipped a bit. 

“Me too.” The tiny shy grin that danced at the corners of his lips was killing her slowly, even as the somewhat awkward silence stretched out between them. 

Kalenda’s obvious throat-clearing seemed to startle her back into herself, reminding her acutely of both their location and their audience. 

“Well, it’s always good to see you.” The platitude was automatic, off her tongue and into the space between them before she even thought about it, her nerves robbing her mind of anything but decent manners. Good gods, she was never gonna live this down. 

“You look good.” His eyes widened a moment later as he flushed bright red, clearly that hadn’t been what he’d meant to come out of his mouth. “I mean, that is… you look better than when I saw you last time.” 

“Hard not to,” she conceded, her mind bordering on hysterical the longer this conversation went on. It felt like the whole world was watching this junior-high level farce and she was stumbling through it, quite badly. 

“Well, on the upside, you’re wearing more clothes this time,” Tony interjected oh-so-helpfully, looking like he was avidly watching the best telenovela ever and doing nothing to quell the likely overheating rumor mill that had just kicked into gear around them. “And there’s less blood.” 

“Alright, thank you, Mr. Stark,” Shelly, the floor supervisor’s breathlessly cheerful voice sounded like she’d rather eat broken glass than let that conversation continue as she rushed across the room to join them. “Echo, Mr. Stark, Sergeant Barnes, and Captain Rogers—”

“Hello, Echo.” 

She was almost afraid to look, though Kalenda’s dreamy sigh left her no other choice. Sure enough, the gods of horniness were testing her and pretty much every woman in the five boroughs with these three Avengers out together. In a black t-shirt under a green button-down and jeans that gave her the most impure thoughts possible about his thighs, the blond Avenger with the pink cheeks grinned at her warmly from his spot behind Tony. The fact her panties didn’t burst into flames right there was a miracle of modern physics. 

“Hey Steve.” 

“As I was saying,” her supervisor huffed, bringing all of the attention back to her, “they’re here to tour the center, so we should really be on our way.” 

Sounded reasonable to her, so long as they were there, Echo doubted there’d be much work done anyway. “Alright then.” Echo turned back to her console to take stock of her district. “It was good to see you. Be safe out there.”

“Before we go though…” Buck’s half-grin as he met her eye over her shoulder warmed her to her toes. “You out of here soon?” 

“A few hours. Why?” 

“Wanna meet up for a late dinner?” 

His hopeful expression tugged at her heart. It was the kind of thing that made her want to give him the world, even if she didn’t know him like that. “It’ll be after ten,” she hedged, perched on the fence between really wanting to spend time with them because who wouldn’t, really, and knowing that she’s no one special and didn’t have any business tagging along with them. 

“Then we’ll leave a light on for ya,” Steve replied cheerfully as he and Bucky were led further into the center and away from her desk. “See you tonight.”

“Always a pleasure, Crash,” Tony called, following behind him. 

Echo sat blinking at her console as she watched the group retreat, only spurred to action when she caught Steve’s eye as he winked at her before leaving the room. 

“What just happened?” she asked the Universe at large as she typed in the login code for her phone from muscle memory.

“Looks to me,” Kalenda replied lightly dropping off a new bottle of caffeinated water, “like you have a date after work.” 

“Huh.” The very idea was mindblowing. Quickly, her mind was shaken from its haze by a bank robbery that required both her and Kalenda’s attention for quite a while. 

“And had the nerve not to introduce me.”

[imagineanythings]

Stronger Than Steel

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 832

Just a sweet little drabble.

It's part of life, Steve going out on missions, risking his life, and always coming home to you. That doesn't make it any less scary when he's out there, or any less relieving when he returns. Even the strongest of us need to be cared for sometimes.

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He could crush steel with his bare hands. You watched the screen in front of you. It’s nothing you haven’t seen before, live footage of the Avengers taking on yet another potentially world-ending threat. You weren’t worried about the world. You rarely were anymore. You were worried about your world, wrapped in red, white, and blue, always carrying the weight of everyone else on his shoulders. Breath caught in your throat as he took another hit and refused to budge until he returned the blow with twice the strength. 

Lackeys fell like dominos as he moved through them with clinical efficiency. He was hard out there. Your sweet, sensitive lover was almost impossible to find in a man made of pure, polished gold. 

The leader of this particular assault, a hulking, alien-looking beast of a man, moved to fire some alien weapon at Natasha but received a shield to the stomach before he could pull the trigger. Steve moved in one, graceful motion. A powerful leap landed him next to the villain, and a twist and pull gave him an improvised weapon, a steel beam he ripped from the wall. Two precise and viscous strikes rendered the big bad unconscious, and Steve turned to his teammates. His jawline was set in stone, his eyes were hard and his grip on his shield harder. Even through the screen you could feel his knuckles turning white. 

You stood on the edge of the landing pad, chewing on your thumb nail. With a rush of wind and sound he came back to you, striding out of the jet all harshness and rough edges. He took you into the arms that could snap bone and crumple steel like paper so gently that you knew he would never hurt you. A ghost of a touch to his cheek released the tension in his jaw, and you watched the effects ripple through his body. The captain, your strong soldier, began to melt in your arms.

His shoulders slumped as his forehead came to rest on your shoulder. You brought a hand up and threaded fingers through his hair, you felt him release the tightness from his lungs with a deep, heavy sigh. 

“I missed you.” He whispered to your collarbone. 

“I missed you too.” You responded to his temple. 

He pulled back, a gentle smile now adorned his softened features. The hardness from the screen, the rough edges from the landing all soothed away. Now Steve stood in front of you, your sweet, kind, soft Steve, sweaty and exhausted, melting in your hands, refusing to pull away from your touch. 

“Let’s get you in a shower. You smell like shit.” The words began as a whisper but tumbled out with a giggle as you traced his jaw with your fingers. He simply chuckled and took your hand, your Captain giving you permission to take the lead. 

He let you guide him through the hallways and corridors of the compound. He followed obediently, barely paying attention to where he was going, knowing he didn’t need to. He let you pull him along, trusting you completely to always bring him home. 

He stepped out of a steaming shower with now much more relaxed muscles to find you on the couch, one of his shirts hanging too large on your frame. A bowl of popcorn and a bag of chocolates sat on the coffee table alongside two steaming mugs of tea. His lips spread into a broad smile, and he settled down next to you, kicking his legs up onto the couch and pulling you into his broad, solid chest. 

“How ya doing, big guy?” You asked softly. He nestled you closer to him and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. 

“‘M alright. Wasn’t a bad one today.”

“Still looked pretty scary.”

“Eh. I’ve seen much worse.” 

“Ok well I’m always scared.” You said with a sigh. He pulled you away and looked into your eyes.

“You never have to be scared. I promise you, nothing in this world or any other could ever stop me from coming home to you.” 

“Steve. You can’t promise that. There’s no way to know what will happen.” 

“No.” His eyes were determined and his jaw set. “I will always come home to you.” He broke eye contact in a moment of uncharacteristic sheepishness. It was cute. He found your eyes again, even more determined than before. “I love you, Y/N, and I always will. And nothing will keep me from coming home to my girl.” 

“I love you too Steve.” Your heart swelled and you kissed him quickly and gently, “plus if you ever don’t come back to me, I’m heading out there and dragging you back myself. I don’t care what crazy, superpowered maniacs I have to fight through, I’ll do it, I swear.” 

His laughter resonated through your entire body and he shook his head. “Yes Ma’am” He whispered before bringing your lips to his one more time. 

[notinthislife50]

Chapter 15

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You bounced off the bed when Friday informed you that Steve and Bucky were back and just in debriefing. 

You toyed with the idea of sneaking down and going to see them and you finally plucked up the courage. Wearing a baseball cap and glasses and tucking your hair in you made your way down to them, hoping no one would recognise you.

“What’s all this?” you asked Maria,  hiding behind her.

“What are you doing down here, your going to be seen?” She hissed.

“I’m in disguise,” you smirked.

“You three are disgustingly cute” she whispered “New interns get to come debriefing” She shrugged “It’s a bit boring and a bit pathetic when you see how some of them get on.”

You stood at the back and looked proudly at the two men. You saw a woman approach with a large stack of files. She softly touched Steve’s arm.

“I need you to sign these off Captain,” she smiled widely at him, you weren’t too worried but when he smiled up at her,  he winked at her you couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous.

A few girls in front of you giggled “What wouldn’t I give to get a bit of that,”  you listened to the girls on what they would do them or what they would let the boys do to them in return.

“I will never know how they are still single” someone whispered.

And that's when it dawned on you, were you stopping the two men from having a proper relationship, one where they could walk hand in hand down the street or go on dates.

An older lady clicked at them ordering to get the men whatever refreshments they needed.

When the girls came back with water you watched as they approached Steve and Bucky with big grins on their faces.

“I'm Clare,” one of the girls said to Steve “I put my number on the label.”

“Thank you sweet heart” Steve smiled at her.

Then he looked up and caught Maria’s eye, He looked at her confused when he saw the horrified look on her face. Then he caught the slightest glimpse of you behind her and his smile dropped. Disguise or not he would always recognise you. You walked out of the room and made your way to the bedroom locking the door behind you.

A while later, you heard a knock at the door.

“Hey Y/N it’s Steve and Bucky, are you okay?” They shouted through your bedroom door.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just tired. I’ll talk to you both in the morning” you replied trying not to sound hurt.

“Y/N please we just want to make sure you’re okay. Can you let us in?” they begged.

“Steven, James I’m fine I’m just going to head to bed, I’m good” hoping you could convince them to leave. Steven, why did you call him that, was it because you were actually annoyed with him?

“Y/N” Steve sounded serious “You can open the door now yourself or I will get Friday to open it automatically.”

“You can do that?” You questioned quietly.

“If I think you’re in danger I can” he stated.

You threw the door open,

“You know Rogers this can be seen as manipulation, something I’m very, VERY experienced in” You folded your arms looking angry.

Steve looked at you and instantly felt guilty.

“That wasn’t my intention Y/N, genuinely I just wanted to make sure you were okay and we wanted to explain what you saw,” he said, sounding sad he had hurt you. It really wasn’t what he had intended.

They both entered your room. Bucky took a seat at the edge of your bed behind you and Steve stood in front of you. Your arms still crossed and still looking hurt and angry you asked “Well, I’m waiting, What did I see?”

“None of those girls mean anything to us you have to believe us, to be honest, I wish we could say something but on days like this, we are told to act nice,” he did actually sound remorseful in fact he wouldn’t even look at you.

he continued “We are with you and we wouldn’t want it any other way, you are amazing, beautiful, sweet, and when you’re not on guard you are hilarious.”

“Steve stop” dropping your arms to your side and your voice quivering “It’s just the serum. You think you’re attracted to me but you’re not, I don’t know maybe it gives off some kind of pheromones. But I promise, you don’t love me” tears started to stream down your face and you felt your breath becoming unsteady. “I’m not any of those things you say I am.”

“Y/N you are, why would you say that?” He questioned.

Memories flooded your vision of the girls and then to your time with Walker. You were so lost in thought you hadn’t realised on the outside, your breath was labored and tears streamed down your face.

Bucky had bounced off the bed wrapping his arms around you he guided you to the floor and sat you between his legs.

Steve grabbed your face making you look at him.

“Breath sweetheart, I need you to breath for me” he panicked. When he realised you weren’t able to he tried a different tactic.

“Okay, sweetheart I need you to answer me. Tell me five things you can see in this room”

You didn’t answer in fact you seemed to look right through him

“Five things Y/N, don’t make me ask again,” he said more sternly hoping to get through to you. Still no answer. That's when Steve began to panic.

“Y/L/N, I am your captain and you will follow my orders. I need five things you can see right now.” He commanded. It seemed to work as you came out of your trance.

“Five things? " you repeated disoriented.

“Five things you can see,  NOW” he confirmed

Your eyes scanned the room as you tried to regain your composure but still, your brain wouldn’t work and you panicked more. Landing back on Steve you couldn’t help but notice the concern in his eyes. His amazingly blue eyes. How come you’ve never noticed those eyes before. “You” you whispered softly

“Tell me again sweetheart I didn’t hear you,” he said but you thought you’d seen a hint of a smirk there. (cheeky fecker) you thought.

“You I see you,” you said trying to sound loud but failing miserably.

“Good girl, what else,” Steve asked.

You scanned the room again it took a while but you managed to rhyme off,

“My lamp, the carpet, the door, and the television.”

“Very good, four things you can touch” he continued.

You tried to concentrate on what your hands could touch and then realising your hands were clinging on to Buck or more like borrowing into his skin you replied.

“Bucky”

Taking your hands off his legs worried you had hurt him, you touched your knees. “Me” Placing your hands on Steve’s legs you confirmed “you” and then placing your hands at your sides you touched the floor and stated “carpet”.

“You trying to insinuate something here doll,” Bucky said in your ear hoping to lighten the mood. You smiled a little. Then you heard Steve say “I’m not done, don’t listen to the Sargent Y/L/N,  I’m in charge eyes on me, Three things you can hear?”

“Punk” was all you could hear from Bucky.

You closed your eyes trying to hear the sounds

“Me breathing, the clock ticking, the drip of water in the ensuite” You weren’t sure if Steve would allow that due to your enhanced hearing. But he replied “Good girl, now two things you can smell.”

“My shampoo, my incense” you sounded more confident.

" Okay and one thing you can taste?” That was his final question.

When you realised you couldn’t taste anything panic started to build up in you again, you then lost focus, why couldn’t you think of anything, why? Then you felt lips on yours, your eyes shot open and you realised it was Steve. Then you felt his tongue gliding along yours. When he stopped he asked again “One thing you can taste”

You brought your fingers to your lips you whispered “Steve, I taste Steve.”

After a few minutes of sitting on the floor Bucky breathed behind you. “Right princess let’s get you off the floor as my ass has fallen asleep."

You laughed and as you went to stand you found yourself being lifted by Steve.

“You know I am very capable of walking” you argued.

“I know I just need to make sure you get to the bed okay" he smirked.

“My hero.” you rolled your eyes jokingly

“Well, I do still have my suit on” he smiled widely at you causing you to blush.

He sat you gently on the bed and sat beside you, you felt Bucky sit on the other side. A sudden wave of embarrassment flooded through you and tears ran down your face. You placed both hands on your face and groaned " I’m pathetic I’m so sorry, I’m just not used to compliments, Walker always said compliments make us believe we are above people. And I should always try and remain humble which is why he never gave me any, so I never got above my station, so to speak " you bowed your head.

Bucky leaned over and took your chin in his hand turning your face so you were looking at him. “Fuck him, he doesn’t deserve you, sweetheart.” And he gently kissed your lips.

“But this too James” you pulled back pointing at both of them “This is scary, I mean you both want me, I’ve never done anything like this, I wouldn’t even know where to begin or how it would work, and if your looking for a one stand I’m not that type of girl.”

“We can take it one day at a time sweetheart or we don’t have to do anything we have told you that and we mean it” he comforted.

“I would like to try," you whispered after awhile wringing your hands.

Bucky kissed your shoulder saying "You’re in charge sweetheart anything you want or don’t want, it’s all up to you” he continued to kiss your shoulder up to your neck and just below your ear you couldn’t help but sigh. Steve smiled and grabbing your hand kissed up your arm until he reached your other shoulder, he gently took your face and kissed your lips softly.

“This feels so weird” you giggled.

“You know doll laughing while we are trying to make you feel good, doesn’t do our ego any favors” Bucky smirked.

“Oh, you want your ego boosted?” You smiled back.

“Wouldn’t hurt” Steve replied smiling.

Fuck it you thought to yourself, why not enjoy this, when was the last time you actually had some fun or had sex. You turned towards Bucky and straddled his legs.

“How’s this Sargent?” You quirked an eyebrow.

“It’s a start, but Sargent?” he quirked his eyebrow back at you and shrugged his shoulders jokingly. You couldn’t help but laugh. You also couldn’t help but admire how extremely handsome he was. Did you ever think John was handsome? Did you ever even look at John?

" Well you know S.A.R.G.E.N.T” you enunciated the Sargent slowly. “The captain was very clear in his orders on what I should be calling you and of course I should respect the suit,” You smirked trying to get a rouse out of him, which you did especially when you stated, “While it’s on.”

Bucky grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you forward both your lips were smashed together and you groaned into the kiss. Bucky pulled apart from you and started to undress. You were hypnotised by the man’s body and you definitely spent a bit too long looking.

“See something you like or would you prefer I keep it in?” Bucky asked sensing you getting into your own head. “I can still remember those looks the other day at breakfast.”

“I see a lot of something I like” you replied before grabbing his face and kissing him. The kiss then became greedy, you couldn’t get enough of him. When you finally parted you tried to steady your breathing. Bucky’s eyes were now fully black. But you felt your face being turned and then Steve kissed you with just as much passion.

With Bucky’s hands on your hips and one of Steve’s hands on your jaw and one on your lower back your body felt on fire.

“Are you okay?” Steve asked looking at you.

“Yes very much so” you smiled.

“Good,” said Bucky “cause I want to see more of you” he pulled at your t-shirt. As you went to lift it over your head Steve grabbed it from your hands.

“Let me” he smiled looking at you for confirmation. You nodded. But as soon as your top came off your natural instinct was to cover up your body.

Bucky took your arms and slowly unwrapped them from around your body. “Huh huh doll,  no hiding from us”

When he managed to peel your arms from your body he kissed the back of both hands and looking you up and down all he stated was “perfection” Your cheeks went red and you lowered your head.

“Just one more thing baby girl, need to get rid of, is that okay?” Steve asked from behind you where he had shifted places and was straddling Bucky’s legs so his chest was right up against your back.

You panicked and thought to yourself they will see me and hate me. But your eyes landed on Bucky and you only say lust and longing.

Before you had a chance to change your mind,  a moment of courage had you nodding your head in agreement. Steve unclasped the back of your bra, his hands then coming to the straps he kissed your neck and slowly moved both straps down your arms. When your bra was disregarded Steve placed his hands on your hips. Looking at Bucky over your shoulder he asked " Well Buck how good does our girl look?”

And all Bucky could reply was “like a goddess,”

Steve’s arms roamed up your sides and came to the front where he cupped your breasts and started massaging them.

“Fuck Steve” Bucky groaned “Keep doing that I can feel her grind against me.” You became still,  embarrassed of your behavior until Steve started pulling at your nipple rolling it between his finger and thumb. He then latched on to your neck making you move again.

“Fuck” you and Bucky both groaning. Bucky grabbed your hips and moved you against his very hard member.

You moaned out loud,  feeling it against your core and feeling Steve’s hand and mouth on you. You were a complete mess and loved every minute.

As Steve was assaulting your top half and as you were grinding against Bucky,  you didn’t realise one of Bucky’s hands had left your hip and made its way to your front until you felt him rubbing you over your trousers. “Fuck " you groaned out leaning back into Steve’s chest.

“It’s okay baby we got you we are going to make you feel so good” Steve whispered.

“I feel good Steve, I really do” you moaned.

“This is nothing doll” Bucky increased his speed “We aren’t even close to making you feel good, but we do need to get these trousers off” and with that, you were flipped onto your back with two very large soldiers staring down at you. Fuck you could have came then just at the sight.

Steve tapped your hip indicating for you to lift them and when you did he took off your trousers and underwear. Now laying completely naked under the two men you began to feel self-conscious again.

“So why am I naked and you two get to be dressed?" you squeaked.

“Want to see us doll I thought you liked the suits?” Bucky asked smirking.

“I'm never living this down, ” you groaned smiling

“Well if you look this good in clothes of course I want to see how good you look in no clothes.” catching yourself by surprise at your courage.

Both men laughed and Steve looked at Bucky “You heard the lady.”

As they both stood from the bed and began to undress you couldn’t help but stare. These men had bodies of gods.

“Fuck me” you exclaimed seeing them in all other glory.

“Oh we plan to princess, " Bucky said leaning over you and kissing you hard. As you made out with Bucky you gasped as you felt lips on the inside of your thighs making their way towards your clit. When Steve’s mouth finally landed on you you bucked up and moaned loud “oh god”

“Steve making you feel good princess " Bucky asked

“Please " you moaned

“Please what doll what do you nee? " Bucky rubbed your cheek.

“Let me make you feel good James. Please. " You pleaded reaching for him.

Bucky straddled your chest and took his cock in his hand and started pumping it.

“You sure doll?” he questioned.

“Never been more sure James” you replied before opening your mouth.

Bucky growled out loud when you took him into your mouth. And when Steve sped up on your clit you moaned around Bucky causing him to thrust into you and moan out. " shit Y/N so fucking good.” Then Steve put his fingers inside you your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you screamed around Bucky.

“Fuck Steve keep doing that and I’m gonna cum down her throat” Bucky groaned.

But this only caused Steve to go faster with his tongue and his fingers,  causing you to go faster and deeper around Bucky’s dick. As your grabbed the back of Bucky’s thighs you pulled him deeper into your mouth causing him to hit the back of your throat. The faster Steve went the faster you went.

Bucky then called out grabbing the headboard and pounded into your throat until he came. You swallowed everything and as he pulled out you screamed out loud as you came around Steve’s mouth.

As you lay for a few minutes catching your breath you finally spoke up “You know James we both got to cum but poor Steve hasn't had the chance to.”

“You know doll your absolutely right” he agreed.

You sat up on your knees and placed a hand on Steve’s cheek bringing him close to you,  you kissed him.

“Steve how would you to come?” you whispered into his mouth.

“Huh?” he asked confused.

“How would you like me to make you come?” you asked again looking into his eyes. “do you want my mouth or do you want to come inside me?”

As soon as you said these words Steve pushed you back onto the bed

“I want to feel you Y/N” he breathed

He let out a gasp when you managed to maneuver him onto his back. As you straddled him you kissed his neck his jaw his ear, and while he squirmed beneath you, you took his cock into your hand and lined it up to enter you. When you sat down on him you both moaned in pleasure. His hands darting to you hips he started moving you.

“Fuck Steve, “ you groaned.

Then you felt lips on your neck “You’re not having this much fun without me “Bucky nipped at your ear.

You gasped when you felt the cold liquid hit your ass. “You think you can take us both doll,” asked.

“Please James I need you” you pleaded

“You have me Y/N” he promised slowly entering you making sure you were okay.

When both men were finally in you all stilled for a minute until you finally begged “God please,  please someone move. And with that, there was no stopping the two men from ripping the pleasure from your body.

When you heard Steve shout “I'm gonna cum” you heard Bucky behind you “Same” and their pace quickened causing one more orgasm to be pulled from you.

Bucky collapsed on top of you forcing you to collapse on top of  Steve.

“Guys can’t breathe“ Steve laughed.

Bucky slowly pulled out of you and helped you off Steve causing you to scrunch your face in discomfort.

“You okay?” Steve asked wrapping his body around you.

“I'm okay,  you?” you smile sleepily then tried to get up.

“Where you going?” Steve asked worryingly.

“just to the bathroom” You smiled and as you stumbled to the ensuite, Bucky came behind you and held you in his arms “Let me help you”

And he guided you to the bathroom closing the door when you entered.

When you had finished he helped you climb back into bed beside Steve and he then crawled in at the other side. As you shimmied up against Steve’s back you took Bucky’s arms and placed them around you. As you held on to both men tightly you fell asleep deeply for the first time feeling safe.

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Cool Rider

[Steve Rogers x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: When another date ends in disaster, and Steve shows up in an attempt to “cheer” you up, you’re instantly against everything. But it’s Steve, and you should know by now that he never takes no for an answer.

WC: 3859

Category: Fluff

A lot of people liked my other Steve fic, so I felt inclined to make another. This time with a lot more fluff (you’re welcome @summerrivera777777).

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Needless to say, you were shocked when you heard the roar of a motorcycle.

You didn’t do well with dates. In your 24 years of life, you had a total of one boyfriend, and he was the absolute worst. So, in the last six months, you have been avoiding all social activities like the plague and focusing solely on yourself and your future.

That meant that you had become very comfortable being a hermit and avoiding any and all contact with other human beings. You were happy that way.

So why was a man who looked like an absolute God sitting on a motorcycle at the front door of your house?

Well, because you broke that rule a week ago.

In all fairness, the man was cute. A nerdy, awkward kind of cute. And he was a gentleman. And you were lonely.

So, when he asked you for your number, you were too lonely to turn him down. You hadn’t expected him to call, and you certainly didn’t expect him to ask you out on a date. But you also didn't think you would have the willpower to say no.

So you accepted, and it turned out to be the biggest regret of your life. The “nerd” was actually a complete dick, and after 30 minutes, you just wanted to go home. But you couldn’t because he refused to pay for the meal, so you were stuck there with him.

The worst part of the night was when he got into his car and tried to follow you home. He kept insisting that he just wanted to be a good guy and make sure that you got home safely, but you were sure that he just wanted to see where you lived and probably get in a few gropes along the way.

Luckily, you were able to lose him about three blocks from your house. It was a good thing, too, because your phone had died a couple of blocks ago, and you were afraid that if you got caught by him, you wouldn't have a way to call for help.

The next day, you made an executive decision to stay the hell away from men, with the exception of a few nice, safe friends. That was how you ended up here, seven days later, hiding in your room and ignoring your doorbell.

The bell kept ringing, and you knew that whoever was out there wasn't going to go away anytime soon. Groaning, you threw your covers off of your body and stomped towards the front door.

You threw open the door, ready to rip someone a new one, when your angry speech caught in your throat.

Steve Rogers was standing on your front porch.

He was a friend from work, to simplify a very long story. You met him two years ago when you started at SHIELD. You were a tech genius, and you worked closely with the Avengers to keep their equipment running.

Steve was always sweet and funny. You had a lot in common and were very close. After a while, you started hanging out with him and his friends, Natasha, Sam, and Bucky. It was great.

As exceptions to men go, he was definitely a big one. He was a walking god, with the physique and the looks to prove it. And here he was, on your front porch, holding keys that belonged to the motorcycle parked out front.

You looked at the motorcycle, then back to Steve, before your face went blank.

"No."

"What?"

"No."

Steve cocked an eyebrow. A smile tugged at his lips as if he were amused. "No?"

"Nope. Whatever you're trying to sell, I'm not buying."

"Why would I be trying to sell you something? I’m not even selling anything."

"It’s an expression, Steve, Jesus." You said, throwing your hands up in exasperation. Steve might’ve been your best friend, but the guy was such a 90-year-old sometimes. "If you think that I'm going to get on that thing with you, you're wrong. It's death on two wheels."

His eyes widened in surprise, a laugh bubbling in his throat. He looked over his shoulder at the bike, then back to you.

"That's... a little dramatic, don't you think?"

"I'm serious, Steve. It's not happening. I don't trust that thing, and I'm not going to die in some freak accident."

He crossed his arms over his chest, the sleeves of his leather jacket tightening over his biceps. His smile didn't fade as he spoke, which only annoyed you more.

"It's not going to kill you. I’m quite insulted that you would think that I would put you in danger."

"You're an Avenger. You put me in danger just by existing."

His lips twitched, and you had the feeling that he was holding back a comment.

"Look," he said, leaning against the door frame. "You haven't come out with us in weeks, and I'm worried. It's not healthy to lock yourself in your house all the time. With the job we have, there's never a guarantee of tomorrow, and if I were you, I'd want to spend every day living it to the fullest."

His words caught you off guard. He was right. It had been almost two months since you had gone out with the group. You just couldn't find the motivation. You were content being at home, alone. You had gotten a little lax in your friendships, only going to work and coming straight home. And now, with the… issues… with your date, you just didn't have the heart to try again.

You could feel your resolve starting to crumble, but you tried to stay strong.

"That's a low blow, Rogers." You grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest. "But my answer is still no."

"You think that was a low blow?” He scoffed as he pushed himself away from the door and took a step forward.

He was so much taller than you, and his presence was overwhelming. With the added tightness of his clothing and the confidence in his eyes, it tricked your eyes into seeing him as bigger than he really was. He was big, of course, but right now, it felt like he was towering over you.

Your heart began to race, a flush spreading over your cheeks.

"You clearly never played football because if you did, you'd know that this was a real low blow."

Without warning, he grabbed you by the waist and threw you over his shoulder.

"Hey!" You squealed, slapping your hand against his lower back. He was wearing a black shirt and jeans, and you could see the muscles ripple in his back with every step that he took. "Put me down!"

"You're going to have fun today."

"Steve! Put me down right now! I swear to God if you don't-"

"You'll what?" He laughed, the deep rumble making your stomach flutter. "Punish me?"

You huffed as you pounded on his back with your fist. You weren't mad at him, really; you just didn't know how to respond.

Steve practically dragged you outside. You were sure that you looked ridiculous, but you were thankful that you lived far enough away from your neighbors for no one to witness this. When he finally set you down next to the motorcycle, you gave him a glare.

"You're an ass, Steve Rogers."

He gave you a smirk as he swung his leg over the bike, his leather jacket tightening around his arm as his muscles flexed. Personally, you hated leather, but the way it fit him...

"Steve, I’m not wearing the right clothes."

He was quiet as his eyes swept over you. You were wearing shorts and a tank top since it was the middle of summer and you were hot, but he was looking at you like you were covered head to toe in leather.

"We can go buy something and change in the bathroom or something."

He seemed to think for a moment before he gave a single nod.

"Sure."

He started the bike and motioned for you to get on behind him. Goddamn it, Steve.

Sighing, you swung your leg over the bike and wrapped your arms around his torso. It was an incredibly intimate position, with your body pressed up against his and your faces mere inches apart. For a moment, you didn’t even realize when he swung a helmet down in front of your face.

"Put this on, Scaredy-Cat."

"Shut up, I'm not scared. Just... concerned."

He raised an eyebrow at you, his smirk still ever-present. You rolled your eyes before slipping the helmet onto your head.

The engine rumbled beneath you, and Steve revved the engine a couple of times, laughing when you squeaked in surprise and gripped him tighter. You could feel the laughter in his chest, his muscles moving under your fingers.

"Hold on tight, princess. Wouldn't want you falling off."

"You're a dick."

"Language."

"I will push you off this bike."

Steve didn't say anything; he just pulled the kickstand up and eased the bike into drive.

You squealed when the bike began to move, tightening your hold on Steve and burying your face in his back. He didn’t seem to mind; he just chuckled and sped up a bit.

You tried not to scream as he maneuvered the bike through traffic, weaving in and out of cars. It was a terrifying experience, especially since you had the distinct impression that Steve was taking advantage of the situation and driving recklessly.

You felt the wind on your legs and the constant hair strands whipping into your face, but you refused to look up. The speed, the closeness of the cars, and the fact that there was nothing keeping you on the bike except for Steve made it impossible to even think about moving.

When Steve finally stopped the bike, you had your eyes closed tight, and your body pressed completely up against him. Your arms were wrapped around him so tightly he was surprised you could breathe.

He took a moment to enjoy the feeling before gently prying your hands off of him and stepping off the bike. He turned and reached out a hand for you, waiting patiently for you to move. When you didn’t, he moved back towards the bike and took the helmet off your head.

You were breathing hard, trying desperately not to show how scared you were.

"It wasn’t that bad."

You shot him a glare, which made him grin.

"Just... shut up."

He laughed and helped you off the bike, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. He was a gentleman, of course, and you couldn’t complain about the feeling of his hard body pressed up against yours, but the sudden closeness was a bit overwhelming.

"Ugh, I think I have whiplash."

"Liar," said Steve with another laugh, be dramatic. You liked it, admit it."

"Whatever, why are you even kidnapping me, anyways?"

"I told you. It's not healthy to sit in a dark room, alone, all day, every day."

"First, rude.” You said, giving him a nudge in the side. He let out a small sound, which made your eyes widen in surprise.

"Did that hurt you, oh Captain, my Captain?"

"It didn't hurt," he grumbled, rolling his eyes. "And second?"

"What?"

"First, rude," he mimicked in a high-pitched voice. "Second?"

"Oh! Yeah, why are we actually doing this?"

That’s when Steve paused. Your heart instantly dropped at his hesitation. Steve only hesitated for two reasons. The first reason would be if he were completely at a loss for words, and clearly, by his recent attitude, that wasn’t the case. So that left the second reason: because he knew something that he either didn’t want to tell you or something he wasn’t supposed to know.

With recent events, it wasn’t difficult to guess what was happening.

"Natasha told you, didn't she."

You were already pulling away from him, ready to go back home and hide in your bed for the rest of eternity, when he caught your wrist.

“Hey,” His voice was softer, and there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. “It doesn't matter. What matters is that you have a good time today, alright? So, forget about what happened, forget about what Natasha said, and just focus on having a good day. Okay?"

“I don’t want a pity date, Steve. It’s nice that you care and everything, but-”

"I'm not pity dating you." His voice was firm, and his face was hard, the complete opposite of the way it was just moments before.

"Then what do you call this? My actual date sucked, and I've been cooped up in my house, so you thought, 'Hey, why not take her out and show her a good time?'"

Steve let out a sigh and shook his head, his fingers loosening around your wrist. "No, no. That's not... I'm sorry."

The change in him was drastic. He seemed to shrink in on himself, and his head drooped like a kicked puppy.

"Steve,"

He lifted his head and looked at you, his baby-blue eyes filled with guilt.

"You have no idea how badly I want to punch that guy for treating you like that.” He spoke softly as if the words were only meant for him to hear. But, as the saying goes, the walls have ears, and the parking lot was pretty damn quiet. “But that's not what this is. You're my friend, and I hate to see you sad. I'm not here just because of a stupid date. I'm here because I care about you."

There was a pause, a heavy silence hanging between the two of you. He was looking at you expectantly, a pleading look in his eyes.

"I'm not going to make you talk about it if you don't want to."

"Okay,"

"And I'm not going to bring it up again unless you do.”

"Okay."

"And, I'm not going to ask you for anything in return, maybe a little more conversation, a smile, maybe a laugh, but other than that..."

A smile slowly crept onto your face. He had the uncanny ability to make everyone else smile, regardless of their mood, and he was the only one who could do it. It’s not that his jokes were particularly funny because they weren't, but it was the way he said them.

He was an awkward, nervous mess most of the time, but when he was confident when he was in his element, there was no stopping him.

"You sure you want to waste all your energy on me, old man?"

His lips twitched at the nickname, his eyes brightening. "For you, doll? Anything."

And there it was. That goddamn smile that made your heart skip a beat and butterflies erupt in your stomach. He was just too sweet, and it was completely unfair.

"Come on," he said, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and tugging you close. "Let's get you something nice."

You smiled as you walked next to him. As much as you hated the motorcycle ride, it was nice to spend some time with Steve. He parked outside a Target, and the two of you walked in, immediately making your way to the women's section.

You took charge almost immediately, going to the racks and picking out different things. Steve followed behind you, carrying your armfuls of clothes as you added more. You went through rack after rack, throwing the things that caught your eye into his arms.

After about the tenth outfit, you turned around and saw him standing there, his arms filled with clothing and a smile on his face. You ignored it or tried to, as you turned back around and went to another rack.

When you finally finished, you had an armful of outfits, and Steve was practically weighed down. He didn't seem to mind, though, and you had the feeling that he had enjoyed his role as a pack mule. When the shopping was done, you ran to the bathrooms and changed into the outfit while Steve waited outside.

A pullover hoodie and a pair of jeans, the closest thing that Target had to leather. Not exactly what you wanted, but it would work. When you stepped out of the stall, you found Steve sitting in one of the chairs, flipping through a magazine. Such a 90-year-old, again.

He looked up when he heard the door open, his eyes sweeping over your form.

"Where to now? The ditch?"

Steve rolled his eyes, a smile spreading across his lips. "You’re an avid book reader, right? What's the biggest bookstore in the area?"

"Are we going to Barnes and Noble or something?"

"If that's what's closest."

You paused, watching his expression. There was no sign of teasing, no hint that this was a joke.

"…Really? Barnes and Noble?"

"Is that an issue?"

The disbelief must have been written on your face because Steve gave a loud laugh, throwing his head back.

"Oh, come on. I can be spontaneous!"

"Sure," you mumbled, trying not to show how happy his statement had made you. He remembered a stupid fact about you that you had told him months ago. And he had stored it, not forgotten it.

You felt like you were in the twilight zone, but you weren't complaining.

Steve bought the outfit and threw the tags away, and the two of you got back on the motorcycle. It was easier, this time, with the knowledge that he had cared enough to listen to your ramblings. Maybe he cared enough to calm it.

You had your face buried in his back, not out of fear this time, but out of comfort. You couldn’t see him smile as he sped up, but you could feel it.

At Barnes and Noble, he sat and watched as you wandered the store, a smile on his face. He didn’t say anything, didn't pressure you into talking, didn’t even try to join in; he just sat and listened as you read him the summaries of the books. You didn’t even mean to; it just kind of happened.

One moment, you were looking through the books; the next, you were reading the synopsis out loud to Steve. He didn’t say anything, didn't make any indication that he was listening, but you could tell by the way his head would turn towards you when you spoke. And once again, Steve was your personal pack mule, carrying the books that you were interested in.

By the end of the night, he had an armful of books, a satisfied smile on his face, and you were laughing. You couldn’t remember the last time you had laughed this much, the last time you had felt so happy.

When you got home, the sky was dark, and the moon was high. Steve followed you inside and set the books down on the coffee table. He had refused to let you carry them, insisting that they would get ruined in your hands. You didn't bother fighting him on it and allowed him to carry them.

"Do you want a drink or anything? Something to eat?" It was obvious you were slightly nervous now, but Steve didn’t seem the notice… or even care at this point.

"No, thank you. I should probably be getting back."

"Oh." You paused, not really wanting him to leave, but you couldn’t ask him to stay. You were friends, that was it, and nothing more. "Okay, yeah."

"Well," he started, his fingers flexing by his side. "I'll see you soon, then?"

"Yeah," you said, giving him a smile. "See you soon, Steve."

He looked like he was going to say something else before he gave you a soft smile and walked out.

Once he was gone, you shut the door and let out a sigh. Today was perfect, and you hated yourself for it. You hated yourself for enjoying yourself, hated that you were able to push away all thoughts of him. It was like the universe was taunting you, dangling the perfect guy in front of your face, and you couldn’t have him.

"Why him, huh?"

"I can still hear you." Steve's voice echoed through the house despite his absence in it, and you internally groaned as you got up to stare out the window. Damn, his super hearing.

You pulled the blinds aside and watched as Steve got on his bike, his helmet still in his hands.

"Steve."

He paused, turning his head towards the house. He couldn’t hear what you were saying now that he was by his bike, not with the closed windows, but he could see the silhouette of your body against the curtains. You lifted it up in an instant, an invitation.

"Steve.” You repeated, and this time he heard it. Loud and clear.

"Yeah?"

"Did you really mean it? That this wasn’t a pity date?"

Steve paused for a moment, his lips slightly parted. After a moment, he rested his helmet on the handlebars and made his way back to you. He stopped inches from you, slightly bending down through the window.

A smile and a simple glimpse at your lips was his only answer. He looked back in your eyes, his expression soft, waiting. He was leaving it up to you, not wanting to push, not wanting to scare. He wanted it, but he wasn’t going to force it.

It was all the incentive that you needed.

You reached through the window and grabbed his jacket, pulling him forward and crashing your lips together. It was desperate and slightly awkward since you were halfway through the window, but neither of you seemed to care.

Steve reached forward and grabbed the side of the window, pushing it open even further and lifting you through. You let out a surprised squeak, which quickly turned into a moan as he pressed you up against the house.

His lips were warm and softer than you expected. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss.

After a few moments, Steve pulled away, his forehead resting on yours and a smile on his face.

"Okay, this wasn't a pity date."

Steve let out a laugh, the breath puffing against your face.

"Good. Glad we established that."

"What was this, then? I've been told that Captain America wasn’t one to put out on the first date."

"Oh, yeah. Definitely not. I'm a gentleman."

"Then what's this, Steve? What was today?"

His arm tightened around you, and he pressed his lips against your forehead, taking a moment to gather his thoughts.

"Like I said, I can be spontaneous."

"Spontaneous," you mumbled, letting out a laugh.

"And," he continued, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. "It seems good girls like a little bad every now and then. You especially, given your choice of dates."

"So, is that what this is? Captain America showing me a good time?"

"No. This is Steve Rogers showing his girl a good time."

"Your girl, huh?"

"Yeah," he murmured, his lips inches from yours. "My girl."

And when his lips met yours again, all you could think about was the leather jacket, the motorcycle, and the promise of more.

And a whole lot more bad.

[wednesdaynn]

my mind is reeling w/ innapropriate thoughts of the marauders, thor odinson and steve rogers... so hopefully ill have the energy to write a few one-shots during my break next week (i swear im a lesbian guys) (can you be sexually and romantically attracted to women, and only sexually attracted to men? is that thing?!?!)

[kruspeycream]

I love going on the Steve/Reader tag and either being met with the worst characterization (I.e misogynistic daddy dom Steve) or fics that aren’t even about him

[heyitsme1040]

Comfortember 2023 Introduction

Hi! So while I didn't partake in this year's kinktober (I wanted to but wasn't sure how my smut writing skills were yet) I am going to participate in Comfortember 2023! The current plan is to participate in every day of November's comfort fic prompts. The current plan is also to write each day's prompt and not use one of the alternate prompts. I also have a miniature goal outside of the prompts, which is to have each fic be at least 1,000 words. If you want to partake in Comfortember then you can find the full prompt list here courtesy of @comfortember . Click here to find my masterlist of this challenge. And now without further delay, here's the list of what I'm writing and the pairing.

Safe - Spider-Man x Reader

Sweater Weather - Steve Rogers x Reader

Leaves Changing - Steddie

Warmth - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Treehouse - Eddie Munson x Reader

Notes - Steddie

Sick/Illness - Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Grief/Mourning - Peter Parker x Reader

Aftermath - Spencer Reid x Reader

Sadness - Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Comfort Show/Movie - Peter Parker x Reader

Dreams - Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Baking - Spencer Reid x Reader

Late Night Phone Calls - Peter Parker x Reader

Plushies - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Coffee/Tea Break - Spencer Reid x Reader

Heirloom - Steve Rogers x Reader

Cuddles - Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Loved Ones - Dean Winchester x Reader

Shopping - Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Relapse - Dean Winchester x Reader

Cry - Steve Harrington x Reader

Anxiety - Peter Parker x Reader

Blankets - Dean Winchester x Reader

Rain - Sam Winchester x Reader

Friends - Peter Parker x Reader

Soup - Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Reader

Flashbacks - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Sleepover - Eddie Munson x Reader

The New Normal - Steddie

Now, I do have an idea to use the alternate prompts. I'm thinking since there are five of them, I'll post twice on a random day each week of November. While I don't have an idea for pairings yet, the prompts are:

Books

Baths

Travel

Candles

Colors

I'll be posting daily, so if you want to see these fics as they come out, maybe give me a follow?

[dispatchvampire]

Accidentally In Love (Chapter 2)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x FemaleOC

Warnings: Potentially lethal levels of fluffiness right now, potential for smut later. A little blood, canon levels of violence potentially. Plus size female OC, body descriptions.

Rating: PG-13 (right now for language, but look for this to change)

WC: 2600-ish.

Summary: 

Echo's living a normal life in NYC, a 911 dispatcher, the most excitement she gets is from the calls she takes. And then love comes crashing in one day when she's riding her bike through Central Park.

Steve and Bucky weren't looking for anything on their daily run around the park besides fresh air and exercise. The streak of purple eye candy on a bike that lapped them pretty regularly was a nice addition but not mandatory, at least until some impromptu roughhousing results in some civilian casualties in the form of the most beautiful woman either of them had seen in a long, long time.

A/N: AU, Post CACW, Bucky’s Chill and we have always lived in the Tower. Just call this a throwback to the found family, everyone lives in Stark Tower fics.

This is supposed to be a super-fluffy love story. Still undecided if I'm gonna keep this one going but posting now for giggles and grins. It's got some CSI:NY characters crossing over because why not.

I'm just messing about and playing in my WIPs folder. Not Beta'd: we die like men! (honestly, I tried but if you catch something I missed, let me know)

Chapter 2

Blinking, Echo arrived back on the current plain of consciousness in a very bright room that smelled vaguely of antiseptic and orange slices. Blinking, she groaned a little as she took in her varying pains that hadn’t been evident before, including the stiffness in the elbow where her IV was installed. 

“There she is.” 

She turned her head toward a voice she recognized very well. Lindsey Messer, Danny’s wife and her friend from the job and her building, sat at her bedside holding her hand. In her pants suit and fuschia blouse, wearing her work badge, it was clear the tiny blonde had come straight from the crime lab. “Hey Linds. I hope Danny didn’t make you worry. I’m fine. My head’s too hard for any lasting damage.”

The blonde snorted and slid a plastic cup with a straw in it over to her. “That’s what I told them.” 

It was good to know her friend had her back. “What am I doing here?”

“They said you had a concussion and lost consciousness at the scene. Apparently you hit your head when you went into the stream by the bridge. Plus you got some stitches in your nose and chin and have a hairline fracture in your wrist.”

“Oh.” It was so much worse than she feared. Looking down at her wrist she saw the bandage and closed her eyes on a sigh. “Well, this sucks.”

“It does,” Lindsey agreed. “It seems you have some interesting friends, though.” 

Echo sipped her cup of water as she mulled over the strange transition. “We have the same friends, Linds.” Working in law enforcement made for a large extended, and occasionally dysfunctional, family, and since they hung out together, the majority of the people in their lives were shared friends and acquaintances. 

“Funny, because I don't remember you bringing those two superheroes you crashed into on the bike path today out for drinks with us.” She leaned back in the chair, looking nonchalant as she pulled a bottle of water from her purse to sip. 

Superheroes? What? “What are you talking about?” Shifting to sit up further in bed, she found herself tired and reclining back on the pillows behind her. She had one thing she wanted to make clear, though. “And I didn't crash into anyone. I ditched out so I wouldn't crash into anyone.” 

Lindsay smiled slyly. “You’re too nice, that’s why you crashed.” 

Looking around to make sure there were no little ears to overhear she snarked at her friend, “Vaffanculo,” complete with the associated hand gesture. 

Of course that's the moment when Danny decided to come into the room carrying a bottle of water and some white daisies he laid on the table next to her drink. “Ay, yo! You kiss your mother with that mouth?” he asked with his ever present grin. He’d clearly cleaned up and changed into one of his signature tight t-shirts and jeans. He made hipster chic look good with his wire-rim glasses and skinny jeans.

Rolling her eyes hurt but she did it anyway. “Whatever, Danny. When do I get outta here?”

The thin man winced and pushed his glasses up his nose. “Well, see that's the problem. Both the girls have ear infections, and they’re with my mom right now, but there's nobody to look after them for us, so we can look after you. And well unfortunately, between us and Flack, Donnie is going outta town with Trish for the weekend. So the docs wanna keep you overnight.”  

“But…” she whined pitifully. The idea of spending the night alone in the hospital sounded as appealing as shaving her legs with a dull razor and lemonade shaving cream.

Lindsey’s lips twitched. “You know we have toddlers, right? We’re immune to such things,” she laughed.

Lower lip in full pout, she replied, “And that's just unfair.” Echo reached onto the table and then rummaged around in the sheets over her before reaching into her bloodstained bra and the pockets of her bike shorts. “Where's my phone?” Surely she could find someone to look after her at her place so she didn’t have to stay in the hospital.  

Danny cringed as he grabbed the other visitor’s seat in the room. “Yeah, about that... your phone’s out getting fixed right now. Unfortunately it and your sunglasses met the creek bed and experienced a similar fate as you.”

“Oh no.” She winced and reached up to touch the bridge of her nose involuntarily as her hopes for escape dwindled in front of her. “This is bad.” 

He nodded, conceding her point. “Yeah, yeah it is, kiddo.”

“So, I have to stay.” It was a statement of resignation more than anything and she was beyond displeased, but knew two things: first, this wasn’t her friends’ fault, and second, she couldn’t do anything about this.

“Unfortunately.” Messer nodded again. Seeing her dejected expression, he rushed to assure her, “Just for tonight though. They’ll let you go in the morning. Hopefully your phone will be back here by then, good as new.”

“Wait…” Her mind was still a little fuzzy, but Echo was pretty clear that phone insurance wasn’t nearly that prompt. “Who's got my phone?”

Lindsay looked at Danny with a pointy glare. “You didn't tell her?” 

“She just woke up! You were here!” Danny held out a hand hoping to show that he was unarmed and not one to take her fire. He pulled the chair over to the bed to be closer to Echo. “Do you remember the two guys you crashed into?” 

“I didn't crash,” she corrected, rolling her eyes coming much easier this time.  

“Your face and bike would disagree,” he supplied diplomatically, with only the barest hint of a grin.  

“Whatever.”

His eyes narrowed as he looked at her, assessing. “You really don’t remember?” 

Shaking her head hurt, but she tried anyway. “Help me out here, Messer. I got nothin’.” She had vague recollections of the two hot guys from the path, but considering she saw them daily, those were not memories she trusted. “Were those the ones you and Flack had your guns on?” 

Lindsay's eyes grew very large and she pinned Danny down with a very pointed glare. “You had your gun on Captain America and Sergeant Barnes?” 

“It was a very fluid situation,” he gritted out through his clenched jaw. “It took a minute to get it all untangled.”

“I'm sorry, what?” The headache that had been dancing around the edge of her vision grew to full force causing her to rub her face. “What? That doesn't even make sense.” How in the fried fuck did the fricking Avengers figure into this? “How—? What—? I don’t understand—”

Danny cringed at her questions and pushed to his feet. “Well I think we've done enough damage here. Linds will get the girls and we'll see you tomorrow morning.”

Echo’s eyes popped open as she reached for him when he stepped away to put the chair back. “Wait! No! You don't get to just drop a bomb and leave like that.” 

Likely attracted by her beeping monitor, the nurse came in to see her blood pressure spiking. “You have to go now. The patient needs her rest.” 

Lindsey and Danny leaned over for quick hugs before heading toward the door. “This will make sense in the morning, E, okay? You’ll be fine,” he assured her. 

She whined again, dropping her head into the pillows. “Okay. I'll see you tomorrow.” 

“Yeah, you will,” he replied with his trademark toothy grin. 

Right before he and Lindsey walked out the door, she asked, “Hey, who has my bike?”

“Hopefully that’ll be here with your phone.” 

The way Danny’s smile turned secretive before the nurse closed the door was concerning, but her head hurt too badly to really give it too much thought. Honestly, she was tired again and since it seemed she had nowhere else to be, she figured it was a good moment to take a nap. 

“We should have brought the bike up.”

“And put it where, genius? In the hallway where it’d just be in the way? In here? It’s a hospital, not a subway platform.”

“I just think—”

“And that’s your problem right there, Stevie.”

“I just don’t want her to think we took it or anything.”

“Steve. Really. Come down off the cross; we need the wood.” 

Echo woke to the sound of grumbled whispers and some sort of mechanical noise. Her dark eyes opened to the overly bright room, only to slam shut again at the vision before her. It was clearly a concussion-generated hallucination, because there, seated at her bedside were the two sexy mofos from the bike trail. A flimsy wisp of a memory danced across her mind of the blond one fetching her from the creek by picking her up, but… that wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be; she was too heavy for that. She hadn’t been picked up since childhood, and certainly was not one to invite the casual touch of strangers.  

Cracking her eyes open the barest hint, she watched the two men, giants, both of them, arguing back and forth softly beside her. She’d never given thought to their size before beyond their muscles, considering her bike gave her a height advantage, but damn if they weren’t enormous, still dressed in their too-tight t-shirts and jeans that encased their thighs closer than clingwrap.  

Her soft whimper at the sight brought their argument to a halt as both of them reached for her hand. 

“Hey, beautiful,” the longhaired one greeted her with a soft smile as he delicately touched her fingers. His own fingers were cold, and when she looked to see why, it appeared they were made of some kind of metal. In her mind, she’d always assumed it had been some kind of tattoo when she’d seen him in passing, so the metal was a bit of a shock. 

“Howya feelin’, sweetheart?” the blond one asked as he laid his hand over her same wrist. 

She closed her eyes for a moment, just absorbing the absurdity of this moment. “Best. Hallucination. Ever.” 

Her eyes snapped open at a bark of laughter followed by the mostly silent wheezing giggles that overtook Hotness 2. He threw his head back, shaking out his unbound hair in full chortle, a bubbly infectious sound that made her feel like she’d been infused with sunshine. The way his nose crinkled made her want to hug the hell outta him. 

“Babydoll,” he choked out as he brushed away tears from his cheeks before patting her knee with a warm smile. “We’re as real as it gets. I promise.” 

Blondie’s grin at his friend was a mix of affection and unruffled resignation. “Ignore Chuckles over there. How are you feelin’?”

“I’d feel better if I knew who you were,” she said softly. It was a strange feeling, a sensation of familiarity and absolutely no idea why she might know them. Not that she didn’t appreciate the attention, but it was disconcerting that they seemed to know her and she had no active memory of them beyond their occasional encounters on the trails and paths in Central Park.

“I’m James and this is Ste—Wait, you really don’t remember us?” The brunet went from amused to stricken in a breath when she shook her head, his free hand—it was a metal hand—scrubbing down his face and pulling his features taut before clapping his hands. “Right then. I’m James—my friends call me Bucky, and this is Steve. I ran into you on the trail yesterday.”

Eyes rolled to the ceiling, the giant blond then directed an annoyed glare at his compatriot before folding her hand in both of his massive paws. “What Buck means is he ran into you on the bike path. By the Glen Span bridge.”

“Oh! Jeez!” Thinking back, all she could see in her mind was the blue shirt and then everything goes kind of hazy until… “Guns? My friends had their guns on you?” 

They both held their hands up, shaking their heads. “A misunderstanding. It all got sorted out pretty quickly, despite Smartass over here trying to get us killed,” James grumbled in Steve’s direction, even as a smirk curled around the corners of his mouth. 

The blond winced at his friend’s description of the events but didn’t correct him. “Anyway, we wanted to come and apologize for all the upheaval we caused for you.”

“And your stitches and things,” the brunet added as he tucked his long bangs behind his ears. Looking down in his lap, he jerked as he noticed the bag by his feet. It was purple and glittery and had tissue paper sticking out of the top and he pushed it into her hands like it may be virulently contagious. “Here. From us.” 

Immediately suspicious, Echo held the bag at arm’s length. “Okay? What is it?”

Steve rolled his eyes with a little huff of impatience. “Telling you ruins the surprise. We went to the trouble of wrapping ‘em—”

“Well, Wanda did,” Buck leaned over to stage-whisper conspiratorially. 

“We went to the trouble of having ‘em wrapped,” the blond corrected with an impatient glare at his friend, “so open it.” 

A little embarrassed at having their eager eyes track her every move, she dug past the mountain of glittery paper to pull out a shrink-wrapped, brand new Stark Phone in the signature red and gold box which she set on the bed next to her. Everything about this situation was so goddamn weird, it was hard to make all the pieces fit together in her head with any kind of coherence. 

“Tony promised me he got all your stuff transferred over,” Steve offered eagerly as he poked the box a little closer to her. 

“Pictures and things,” Buck clarified over his friend’s shoulder. They both seemed greatly invested in her taking the gift.  

She held the box up in one hand while pawing through the bag with the other. “Okay?” Her fingers brushed against another box, this one textured and obviously expensive cardboard and almost as hefty as her phone box. 

Echo’s eyes widened as she pulled out the black box with the distinctive gold writing on it. “Is this…?” she trailed off as she observed the two men closely. Steve nodded encouragingly, so she opened it, almost afraid of what could be inside. Inside was a hard leather case, with gold lettering that matched the exterior box. “You got me Versace sunglasses?” She couldn’t decide if she was happy or mildly horrified. 

The blond nodded vigorously. “Yeah, yours were in pieces from where I stepped on them getting out of the water.” His cheeks flushed as he looked more than a little ashamed. “Tony assured me that you’d be okay with the replacement.” 

“Stevie’s underselling it. Stark said you’d appreciate the upgrade.” 

Upgrade? Shit… she was a city employee and made nowhere near the kind of money that this pair of sunglasses cost. They were likely more expensive than all the clothes in her closet. “I… thank you?” 

“Here.” James nodded at the bag next to her. “There’s more in there.” 

At the expectant looks on their faces, she set the black box aside and turned her attention to the bright yellow envelope just inside the bag. “‘Sorry we broke your stuff, please accept these replacements with our humblest apologies,’” she read, wary of their hopeful expressions when she finished. “'Replacements?' Plural? There’s more?”

[dumbgothbunny]

Bucky finds your diary, curiously reading something you'd written, then he comes to a page about him. And Steve.

Doing dirty things to you. And I mean- he should be upset but like. The idea of him and his best friend, brother even, absolutely destroying your holes at the same time really.gets him going.

So, of course he calls Steve over for "dinner" which isn't unusal and shows him and they both totally ruin you after devouring the sweetest peach pie you'd made for desert (:

[notinthislife50]

Chapter 7 - Breakfast

Previous Chapter

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“So?” Bucky asked “Would you like to come down for breakfast or do you want me to bring something up for you?”

“I really should try and make an effort” you smiled.

After you had dressed Bucky held out his arm “Ready?” he asked.

“Not at all” you stated,  grabbing his elbow and letting him lead you down to the kitchen.

As you approached the kitchen you could hear the voices coming from within.  You felt your breath catch in your throat and you stopped. 

“Hey, we don't have to do this “Bucky tried to comfort you.

“I want to” you replied “I need to” you tried to calm your breathing.

As you entered the room Wanda exclaimed “Y/n thank goodness you’re here I could do with the help “

“You don't have to go “Bucky whispered.

“It’s okay” You squeezed his arm gently, but if I scratch the tip of my nose you better come save me” you whispered as you walked away, and all he could do was chuckle as you walked away.

As you walked towards Wanda she hugged you tightly “Making pancakes for this lot is exhausting she laughed “ but I wouldn’t have it any other way” She smiled.

“You do this every day?” you asked in disbelief.

“Oh no” she laughed “Twice a month,  we try and get together as a team and believe me that’s enough”

As you and Wanda worked together in the kitchen you glanced over to Bucky who seemed to be having some kind of disagreement with Steve. But your thoughts were cut off when Wanda examined “I think we have finally made enough for everyone” she smiled at you.

You helped her bring everything over to the table and the whole team settled down.

Bucky saved a seat between him and Steve and as he bit into a pancake he leaned into you “Doing okay doll?”

“I’m okay James,” you said lowly.

“You know y/n,  these are some of the best pancakes I have had,” Steve said, making you blush.

“Thank you, Captain Rodgers,” you said quickly not entirely sure what was happening.

“Steve please” he smiled down at you.

As breakfast finished you felt overwhelmed and made your way to Wanda and Nat

“I’m so sorry,  but I really need to go” you whispered.

They looked at you concerned and releasing your social battery had run low they shouted to the rest of the team, “Right,  Wanda and Y/n made breakfast so everyone else is on cleaning duty” Then they each linked an arm and walked you to your room.

“I’m so sorry“ you began.

“Nope you don’t get to say that,  you did such a great job today,  it’s gonna take time“ Nat replied nudging you and smiling.

The three of you sat in your room chatting for a while,  then came a knock on the door.

“Come in” Nat shouted.

Bucky cautiously opened the door, “Hey just wanted to make sure you were okay,  but I see you in good hands” As he went to leave Wanda shouted to him “Hey Buck,  Nat and I have some things to do you want to sit with our girl here”

he looked at you looking for reassurance. When you nodded and smiled at him, he quickly replied “Of course” his eyes never leaving yours, matching your smile.

Nat nudged you and laughed “We are so talking about this later”

When they left he plopped himself down on your bed “So what we watching doll?”

“I’m thinking Jason and the Argonauts “ you replied “What do you think?”

“Perfect” he answered and lay on the bed beside you.

As you settled in a knock came at the door and you looked at Bucky surprised.

“Who is it?” he asked.

“Steve” came the answer and Bucky groaned “What do you want punk?”

“James” you scolded”

Steve opened the door showing a bottle of wine and a few glasses “I heard you were watching a movie thought I could bring refreshments”

“Of course” you smiled and he made himself comfortable on the bed handing you each a glass.

“Are you sure?” you asked.

“What do you mean, Are we sure what?” Steve asked looking very confused.

You lowered your head, realising what you had done.

“I’m sorry” you replied quietly “just habit I guess” hoping they wouldn’t ask any more questions.

“Doll,  what is it?” Bucky softly asked squeezing your thigh lightly “You can tell us.”

“I just always needed permission to drink alcohol,” you said feeling so embarrassed and ashamed.

“Well you don’t need permission from us” Steve replied trying to make you feel better but you could tell there was an underlying hint of anger there. 

“Sorry,” you replied,  annoyed you had made him angry.

“Y/n we could never understand what you went through or what John did to you but we never want you to apologise to us just for asking a question, Am I clear?”

“Yes Captain Rodgers” you nodded lightly.

Steve leaned down so he could whisper in your ear “You know Y/n  if you keep calling me Captain Rodgers I’m not going to be responsible for what happens next” he smiled mischievously at you. All you could do was swallow and nod and let your imagination decide what he meant.

Steve sat up “ Right are we ready to watch this movie and he poured the wine into the glasses.

“Thank you Steve this is very sweet” you smiled up at him.

“No problem at all princess “ he replied squeezing himself up against your side making you very aware you were now trapped between the two men..... WAS IT ALWAYS THIS HOT IN THE ROOM.

[fanfic-scribbles]

Digestifs: Chapter Four (Excerpt)

I don’t like posting 18+ stuff to Tumblr, so here’s a snippet of Digestif’s fourth chapter. And here’s a link to the full piece on AO3.

Overall Story Facts:

Fandom: MCU Captain America/Avengers

Summary: Steve Rogers and his girlfriend may not always know what they’re doing, but they’re willing to work it out. Together. It’s just more fun that way.

Quick Facts: Romance – Steve Rogers/Reader – Female Reader

Chapter Four: Comfort – Steve wakes up from a bad dream, and needs to know everything’s okay. He’s very…hands-on about it.

Excerpt:

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I woke to sudden movement and a sharp sound I couldn’t immediately identify. It took me a few seconds to get my bearings, but once the fog of sleep faded a bit, I realized it was the middle of the night and Steve was sitting straight up and looking around.

That jumpstarted me to full consciousness. “Steve?” I asked and looked around, but I could see and hear nothing aside from him, shaking a bit and taking short, jagged gasps of air. He didn’t immediately move either, so I took the chance to flick on my bedside light and my heart settled somewhat when I saw awareness just barely coming back into his eyes. He took a little more time to look around the room, tilting his head as if to listen for a threat, and then he finally took a deep, if shaky, inhale. It didn’t help the rhythm of his breathing all that much though, and he remained on alert.

“Hey,” I said and when he looked at me his eyes widened somewhat as he looked me up and down. “It’s okay; we were sleeping and you just woke up. I’m okay and there’s no one here.” He blinked a few times and rubbed his face. “Nightmare?” I asked gently and tried to touch his shoulder, but he shivered and I took my hand back.

“Yeah,” he croaked. He cleared his throat and looked at me again, like I was hiding an injury he just couldn’t see but was surely there. It must have been a real bad dream. Normally he snapped to faster than this, but though he was clearly awake, he still looked mentally trapped in the mire of whatever dream-him had been going through. Or helplessly witnessing. “I’m sorry, I–…can I…”

He tried for a few more words and failed. His hands opened and shut towards me and he looked so distressed I opened my arms in invitation.

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