#steverogersxoriginalfemalecharacter

[ladysif8]

Pairing: Steve Rogers/ Curvy Orginal Female Character

Rating: Teen and Up

Warning: None

Summary:

Steve has had an exhausting work week, and all he wants is to unwind and enjoy his Friday night with his buddies over a cold beer. Little does he know that his simple drink order will turn into two when he encounters a funny and charming redhead who quickly captures his attention.

Tucked away in the heart of a small town in southern Indiana, nestled amidst rolling cornfields and quaint countryside, lies a charming small-town bar known simply as "The Rusty Rail." Its weathered wooden exterior and flickering neon sign beckon locals and travelers alike to step inside and escape the day's worries.

As you enter, the warm glow of string lights illuminates the cozy interior, revealing a rustic yet inviting ambiance. The bar itself, fashioned from reclaimed barn wood, stretches along one side of the room, while mismatched tables and chairs offer cozy nooks for conversation.

The air is alive with the sounds of laughter and clinking glasses as patrons gather to unwind after a long day's work. With friendly smiles and quick hands, bartenders expertly craft cocktails and pour drafts from local breweries.

In one corner, a small stage hosts live music performances on weekends, drawing crowds eager to sway to the rhythm of country tunes or classic rock hits. Couples twirl across the worn hardwood floor lost in the joy of dancing beneath the soft glow of twinkling lights.

Whether you're looking to share a beer with friends, strike up a conversation with a stranger, or tap your feet to the music, The Rusty Rail offers a welcoming haven where time seems to stand and worries fade away into the night.

As Steve steps out of his Chevy, his tired muscles protesting after a long day at ForgeMaster Welding Co., he steals a glance at his reflection in the dusty truck window. His overgrown dirty blonde curls stick out from under his ratty baseball cap, its frayed brim shielding his eyes from the evening sun. Despite the scruff on his strong jaw, there's a warmth in his cerulean blue eyes and a genuine smile that reaches them, revealing his kind-hearted nature beneath the rugged exterior.

Steve, a big, beefy country boy, stands tall with a sturdy build, his broad shoulders straining against his snug black t-shirt. Over it, a plaid long-sleeve shirt in earthy tones complements his rugged appearance; its buttons are left undone to reveal a glimpse of his toned torso. His well-worn jeans hug his muscular thighs before tapering down to dusty boots, a testament to his hard work and adventures.

Running a hand through his damp hair, still slightly wet from a quick shower, Steve readjusts his hat before leaning against his truck. The sight of Bucky's sleek black truck pulling up beside him brings a heavy sigh of relief, the prospect of spending time with his closest friends lifting the weight of the week slightly.

As Bucky and Sam climb out of the truck, their laughter echoing in the parking lot, Steve feels a spark of energy in the air despite his weariness.

Bucky's concern is evident as he claps Steve on the shoulder, "Hey, Steve," Bucky greets him, noticing the fatigue on his face. "Tough day?"

Steve nods, pushing himself off the car. "You could say " he replies, stuffing his hands in his pockets, not wanting to dwell on the work week. "Just need an ice-cold beer and a break from thinking about work until Monday."

"That's the spirit," Sam chuckles, slinging an arm around Steve's shoulders as they head toward the bar. "First round is on Steve; let's kick off the weekend, right."

"Hey!" Bucky protests playfully.

Steve chuckled as they entered The Rusty Rail, the anticipation of the evening already lifting his spirits. Sam pushed open the creaky wooden door, and they were greeted by a wave of warmth and noise that chased away the chill of the evening air.

Inside, the cozy bar was alive with laughter, clinking glasses, and the low hum of conversation. The scent of roasted peanuts spilled beer, and a hint of tobacco hung in the air, mixing with the unmistakable aroma of aged wood and whiskey.

Strings of twinkling lights cast a soft glow over the worn wooden bar and the clusters of tables and chairs. In the corner, a jukebox played a lively tune, punctuated by bursts of applause from patrons gathered around the dartboard.

As they made their way further into the bar, Steve, Sam, and Bucky exchanged nods and greetings with familiar faces. Among them was Tommy, the owner of The Rusty Rail, who welcomed them with a warm smile and a friendly pat on the back.

"Good to see you boys again," Tommy said, his voice carrying over the crowd's buzz. "The usual tonight?"

Steve nodded with a grin. "You know it, Tommy. Cold beer and good company."

As they settled in, Bucky turned to Steve with a playful gleam in his eye. "Hey, Steve, how about a game of pool to kick things off?"

Steve chuckled. "Sure thing, Bucky. But I'll play the winner," he added with a wink.

With that settled, Bucky and Sam headed towards the pool table, their laughter blending with the lively atmosphere of the bar. Meanwhile, Steve found a barstool and leaned against the worn leather, catching the bartender Abby's eye.

"Hey, Abby," Steve greeted with a nod. "Can I get some peanuts?"

Abby, a familiar face behind the bar, nodded back with a friendly smile. "Of course, Steve. Coming right up."

As Steve waited for his cold beer and roasted peanuts, he couldn't help but soak in the comforting ambiance of The Rusty Rail. The clatter of pool balls, the chatter of friends, and the soft rock tunes from the jukebox created a backdrop of familiarity, easing away the stresses of the workweek.

As the door swung open with a creak, a group of women entered the bar, their laughter mingling with the buzz of the bar. Among them was a tall, striking woman with shoulder-length auburn hair that framed her face in a cascade of waves. Pretty blue eyes sparkled beneath a fringe of freckles scattered across her nose, adding a playful charm to her features.

She moved with an easy confidence, her attire accentuating her curves and drawing Steve's attention like a magnet. She sported a gray Carhart zipper jacket, adding a touch of casual elegance to her ensemble. Which paired well with her black razorback cami that highlighted the subtle curves of her waist. She wore a pair of , flat-legged jeans that hugged her curvy thighs and accentuated her shapely figure.

As she glanced around the bar, her eyes met Steve's, and a warm smile graced her lips. Steve, caught off guard by her beauty and charisma, almost lost his balance on the bar stool. He returned her smile with a slight nod, his cerulean blue eyes locking onto hers for a moment that felt suspended in time amidst the lively atmosphere of dusty old bar.

Steve watched with a mix of curiosity and excitement as the redhead from the group approached him, her smile captivating and causing his heart to skip a beat. As she drew closer, the warmth of her smile seemed to fill the space between them, making Steve's pulse quicken with anticipation.

"Is this seat taken?" she asked, nodding towards the empty stool beside Steve.

Steve shook his head, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "No, it's all yours," he replied, gesturing for her to take a seat.

As she settled onto the stool, Steve extended his hand. "I'm Steve," he introduced himself.

The redhead's smile widened as she shook his hand. "I'm Molly," she replied, her voice soft yet confident.

Steve's gaze lingered on Molly for a moment, taking in her auburn hair, pretty blue eyes, and the freckles that added a charming touch to her features. "What can I get you to drink, Molly?" he asked, turning to Abby, the bartender, who was already watching their interaction with a knowing smile.

Molly glanced at the array of bottles behind the bar before settling on a choice. "I'll have a whiskey sour, please," she said.

Steve nodded and turned back to Abby. "Add a whiskey sour to my tab, Abby," he instructed with a grin.

Abby nodded in acknowledgment, flashing a quick wink in Steve's direction before deftly preparing Molly's drink.

As Steve and Molly settled into their conversation, it was as if they had known each other for a lifetime. Their laughter rang out amidst the lively atmosphere of The Rusty Rail, blending seamlessly with the clinking of glasses and the hum of conversation around them.

"So, Molly, what brings you to this ole rust bucket tonight?" Steve asked, leaning in slightly with genuine curiosity.

Molly's eyes lit up with amusement as she replied, "Oh, just a girls' night out. We heard this place had great drinks and even better company."

Steve chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Well, you certainly found the good company part," he said with a grin.

Their banter flowed effortlessly, each topic leading to another as they discovered shared interests and common experiences. They exchanged stories of favorite travel destinations, childhood adventures, and even their love for classic rock music.

"You know," Steve remarked with a twinkle in his eye, "I never would have guessed you were such a fan of Led Zeppelin."

Molly laughed, a sound that warmed Steve's heart. "Oh, I have a soft spot for classic rock. There's just something timeless about it, you know?"

Their conversation meandered through light-hearted jokes, heartfelt anecdotes, and moments of comfortable silence that spoke volumes. It was a rare and special feeling to connect with someone on such a deep level from the moment they met.

As the evening wore on, their laughter grew louder, their smiles wider, and the bond between Steve and Molly strengthened with each shared moment.

As the previous song faded away, the opening chords of Luke Combs' "The Love We Make" started playing from the jukebox, filling the air with a cozy and welcoming vibe. The twangy guitar melody set a nostalgic and romantic tone, blending seamlessly with Luke Combs' soulful voice that carried the heartfelt lyrics with an honest emotion.

We've been burnin' both ends

Keepin' the lights on

So I've been thinkin' we need

A little time alone

So whatcha say we cancel our plans?

Tonight, I'm only gonna be your man.

The jukebox seemed to come to life with Luke Combs' vocals, creating a magical moment where the music and emotions intertwined, enveloping everyone in a sense of comfort and nostalgia. As "The Love We Make" played, couples in the bar started swaying to the music, their movements matching the heartfelt melody.

Molly's eyes lit up with delight as the familiar country tune began to play. "I love this song!" she said, her excitement contagious. Without hesitation, she jumped up from her seat and extended her hand to Steve. "Come on, let's dance," she urged, her smile inviting and playful.

Steve chuckled, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes as he downed the last of his beer quickly. "Well, when a lady asks, how can I refuse?" he replied with a grin, his hand slipping into Molly's as they made their way to the dance floor.

Let's get some candles burnin'

And some records turnin'

All the lights down low

Take it nice and slow

The way your body's movin'

Keep doin' what you're doin'

To me all night long

Writin' our love song

Girl, I want it, gotta have it

Let the passion take us to a higher place

Makin' the kind of love we make

The twangy guitar chords filled the bar as Steve and Molly swayed to the music, their movements perfectly in sync. The warmth of Molly's hand in his sent a jolt of electricity through Steve, and he couldn't help but be drawn to her infectious energy.

As they danced, the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them enveloped in the melody of the song. Steve found himself getting lost in Molly's eyes, feeling a connection that went beyond words.

The lyrics of the song resonated with them, painting a picture of love and intimacy that felt all too real in that moment. With each step they took on the dance floor, Steve felt his heart opening up to Molly in a way he hadn't experienced before. He made a mental note to get her number; Steve could really see something here.

Well, there ain't no way, baby

To get me out this house

When you look this good

What could I even think about? Oh

Besides turnin' round and lockin' the door

Watchin' your red dress fall to the floor

Steve wrapped a big arm around Molly, pulling her flush to his chest. Staring down into her sweet blue eyes, flushed cheeks, his hand slowly moved up cupping her face.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked, his thumb rubbing along her bottom lip.

Molly's breath hitched at Steve's question, her gaze locked with his as she felt the intensity of the moment between them. The energy crackling in the air around them seemed to draw them closer, creating a bubble where only they existed.

A soft smile tugged at the corners of Molly's lips as she answered, her voice barely above a whisper, "Yes."

Steve leaned in slowly, giving her a moment to change her mind, but Molly's eyes conveyed a sense of longing and anticipation that mirrored his own.

Let's get some candles burnin'

And some records turnin'

All the lights down low

Take it nice and slow

The way your body's movin'

Keep doin' what you're doin'

To me all night long

Writin' our love song

Girl, I want it, gotta have it

Let the passion take us to a higher place

Makin' the kind of love we make

Kind of love we make

So whatcha say we cancel our plans?

Tonight, I'm only gonna be your man

Steve leaned in slowly, giving her a moment to change her mind, but Molly's eyes conveyed a sense of longing and anticipation that mirrored his own. Steve leaned in to kiss her, their lips mere inches apart, ready to seal their unspoken feelings.

But just as their lips were about to meet, a chorus of hollers and laughter erupted from Molly's friends, "Molly!" breaking the spell.

"Moll's, come on!" One of them grabbed Molly's hand and playfully pulled her away, announcing that they were leaving. Amidst giggles and apologies, Molly shot Steve an apologetic look over her shoulder as she was whisked off the dance floor.

Steve stood frozen for a moment, his hand still outstretched towards Molly, who her friends were pulling away. He watched as she disappeared into the crowd, a sense of disappointment settling in his chest.

The music continued to play around him, the lively atmosphere of The Rusty Rail churning on as if nothing had happened. Steve took a deep breath, trying to shake off the sudden melancholy that had enveloped him. He was left in the middle of a song, standing alone in the middle of the dance floor lit up by the glow of neon bar lights.

Let's get some candles burnin'

Some records turnin'

All the lights down low

Take it nice and slow

The way your body's movin'

Keep doin' what you're doin'

To me all night long

Writin' our love song

Girl, I want it, gotta have it

Let the passion take us to a higher place

Girl, I want it, gotta have it

Let the passion take us to a higher place

Makin' the kind of love we make

Kind of love we make

Makin' the kind of love we make

As Steve made his way back to the bar, Abby offered him a sympathetic smile. "Tough break, huh?" she said softly, pouring him another beer without needing to ask.

Steve managed a rueful grin. "Yeah, you could say that," he replied, taking a long sip of his drink as he tried to shake off the disappointment.

Leaning on the bar, Abby's expression turned thoughtful. "She seemed like a good one," she commented casually, her eyes glancing towards the now-empty spot where Molly had been dancing just moments ago.

Steve nodded, the memory of Molly's smile still fresh in his mind. "Yeah, she was something special," he admitted, his gaze distant as he replayed their brief encounter in his head.

Abby reached out, squeezing his hand comfortingly. "Well, who knows? Maybe fate will bring you two together again one day," she offered with a reassuring smile.

Steve chuckled softly, a hint of hope sparking in his eyes. "Yeah, maybe," he mused, the possibility of a second chance with Molly lingering in his thoughts.

[ladysif8]

The Lucky One

Steve Rogers/ Original Female Character

Rated: Explicit

⚠️Warnings: Sketchy Hydra Experimentation, Dubious Science, Dubious Content, Artificial Insemination, Non-con pregnancy, Miscarriages, Minor Character Death, Mentions of Torture, Loss of Virginity.

Status: WIP

Summary:

Ernest Hemingway famously said that you make our own luck, but in a world where super soldiers are forged, hidden cities thrive on advanced technology, extraterrestrials breach our skies, and a single gene holds the power to reshape destinies, luck seems like a distant concept. Yet amidst this extraordinary backdrop, Siri’s story unfolds—a tale of unlikely fortune that begins far from the realm of luck.

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