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The Interview - Chapter 19

The Interview - A Captain America Fanfic

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Rating: E

Warnings: smut (M/F, vaginal sex)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Melody Danes

Word Count: 2873

Summary: Melody Danes gets the break of a lifetime when as a lowly intern, she’s assigned to write a profile piece on Captain America. Steve Rogers is a hard man not to fall for and as she and Melody get closer and Melody’s career takes off, jealousy leads to sabotage, and the potential to bring her whole world crashing down.

Chapter 19

There were two months of what Melody could only describe as pure bliss. Work was exciting and fulfilling. She was loving her home life. She was getting more time to have a life outside of paying bills and was making time for hanging out with friends and starting new hobbies. She’d been going out on group dates with her, Steve, Bucky, Bobbi, Matthew, and Sam. They were quickly becoming a new family group and she hoped they all worked out because she’d hate to lose those dinners. Best of all, things between her and Steve were calm and it felt like they’d reached some new milestone in the relationship that she couldn’t quite name. It was more domestic and yet felt deeper. They had started to talk about their futures more. It wasn't intentional sit-down and talks about getting married and having kids and what religion they planned to raise them. It was more that they casually dropped those things into other conversations like they were inevitable. Steve had mentioned wanting to take her to Europe sometime. She had said something about what they’d kids would look like. They’d both casually mentioned parts of town they’d like to move to together.

Melody had never felt so on the same page as someone before. Every relationship she’d had up until Steve, she’d felt the ticking clock counting down to the end of the relationship. She did not doubt that Steve was for keeps and she’d debate whether or not to take him home to meet her parents.

It was a tricky situation. Her relationship with her parents had been strained since she and Bobbi came out. They still talked but it was much more shallow than it used to be. They never asked if she was seeing anyone and conversations about Bobbi were usually fairly shallow.

“I love that you are mad at them on my behalf,” Bobbi said when Melody brought the topic up with her. “But if you want to take Steve back to meet your parents, you should do it. You know they love you, and I even know they still care about me. But they’re just having trouble coming to terms with the fact that we’re not who they thought we were. I plan to take Bucky back home, at the very least to meet Stella, Isla, and Ro. Hopefully, my Mom and Dad will want to meet him too. I live in hope.”

“Yeah, but I thought they were people that they showed they weren't too,” Melody said. “Why do I have to be the bigger person? It’s their job to accept me how I am. Not the other way around.”

“Think about this then,” she said. “What if you and Steve end up getting married? Would you want that to happen without them there?”

She huffed and nodded. “No. I guess I’d want them to be there.”

“So do the trip. Let Steve meet them,” she said. “You don’t have to go easy on them about the stuff you’re mad about. You can make sure they know that you’re bi and I’m trans and they need to get used to it. But you aren’t going to mend any fences here ignoring them,” she said. “Besides, if anyone could get through to them, it’s Captain freaking America.”

It had left Melody with a lot to think about and she’d decided that maybe before taking Steve home they needed a deep conversation about what they wanted in their lives.

She had met Steve for lunch at the diner they’d met for their first interview, though this time she was dressed far more casually than she had been back then. He’d gotten there before her and when she’d come in and she’d caught his eye, his whole face lit up. Melody wondered if he’d always look at her like that. It made her feel like the most important person on the planet.

He stood before she got to the table and kissed her cheek, his hand running down her arm into her hand. “You look beautiful,” he said.

She chuckled. “I’m in shorts and a T-shirt. You’re just a flatterer.”

“Or maybe you’re always beautiful,” he said playfully.

She laughed, taking his hand and kissing his palm. “You are so smooth.”

“That’s what everyone always says about me,” Steve joked, running his hand along her jaw.

Melody picked up the menu and began to browse it. “You know what I’m going to have today?” Steve asked.

She looked up at him over the menu. “Pancakes?” she said hopefully.

“Well, no,” he said. “I want to get a Reuben. But - I will get it with a bowl of soup and a slice of pie à la mode.”

“Look at you,” Melody said. “Sugar at lunchtime.”

“I know,” he said. “I’ll be all hyped up and then crash and need a long nap.”

Melody broke down into silent giggles, her shoulders shaking. “What an easy job you must have to be able to take naps in the afternoon.”

“Oh yeah,” Steve said. “Piece of cake. Anyone could do it.”

Melody hid her face as she broke down into laughter. Her leg bumped against his under the table. He put his hand on hers and squeezed it. “Do you know what you’re having?” he asked.

“I think I might go with the wild mushroom potato pancakes,” she said.

He smiled at her. “Well at least one of us is getting the pancakes, even if they’re potato ones.”

“That’s what I thought,” Melody said.

Steve’s eyes flicked over the menu as they waited for the waitress to come over. After they’d ordered and she took the menu away, he turned his full attention to her. “I was considering that Thanksgiving lunch. I think more out of novelty than anything. Where else can you get whole turkey legs like that?”

“The only things I can think of are Disney and Universal Studios,” Melody said.

Steve looked startled at her answer. “Really?”

“Yeah, they sell huge drumsticks so you can feel like a caveman,” she answered and mimed taking a bite of one.

He laughed. “Is it weird that I’m more tempted to go to a theme park because of that than I would have been otherwise?”

“Well yes, because you don’t like eating in front of strangers,” she said.

Steve laughed hard, his hand going to his chest. “That’s true. Maybe all I needed was the ability to eat turkey legs like a caveman.”

Warmth bloomed in Melody’s chest and she linked her fingers with his under the table. She wished they were sitting on the same side of the booth because she wanted to snuggle right into his side. Seeing Steve as relaxed and happy as this felt like a blessing reserved just for her.

“Speaking of Thanksgiving,” she said. “Did you have plans?”

“Not really,” he said. “I sometimes go down and spend it with Sam and his sister. Sometimes the team spends it together. A lot of us don’t have families, so it just depends on if anyone else takes pity on us. Though I was hoping I’d spend it with you this year.”

She wrinkled her nose at him playfully. “Really? I was hoping that too.”

“I figured that’s why you asked. Would it be with Bobbi too?” he asked. “You, me, Bucky, and Bobbi. That could be fun.”

“No Sam and Matt?” she asked.

“Well, Sam will be going to his sister,” Steve said. “But don’t tell Matthew, I think Sam wants to take him home to meet her.”

“Oh, I hope Mattie can do it,” she said. “He is so into Sam.”

“That feeling is very mutual,” Steve said.

She leaned over the table, taking Steve’s hands. “I’m so into you,” she said.

He smiled and leaned into her. “That feeling is mutual too,” he said, pecking her lips.

They were interrupted by the waitress with their coffees. They sat back in their seats and Steve thanked her as she filled their cups. She blushed a little and mumbled something about it being her pleasure before leaving them alone again.

“So was it with Bobbi?” he asked.

“Well…” she said. “Maybe. I just wanted to float the idea of taking you home to meet my parents.”

Steve blinked at her, the surprise written all over his features. “I thought you were estranged.”

“Well, yes. Kind of. We don’t talk a lot and when we do it’s very shallow,” she said. “But they are my family, and I think we’re serious. Right? We’re in this for the long term?”

Steve looked at her confused. “Yes. Of course. I didn’t even know that was a question.”

“I just want to make sure we’re on the same page, because going home is stressful. I want you to meet them if you want to meet them. But also to introduce them to the person I plan to spend the rest of my life with. So I just want to make sure that’s where you think we’re going too,” she explained. Steve opened his mouth to say something and she held up her hand to stop him. “I know you love me. And this isn’t about pressuring you. I don’t expect this conversation to end and for you to start looking for engagement rings. I just want to make sure that we have all our cards on the table so that in a few years we don’t end up finding out that our ideas of having kids are completely different and it’s a deal breaker.”

A soft smile crossed Steve’s face and he reached over, taking her hands again. “Wow, you have been overthinking this a lot haven’t you.”

“Well, here’s the thing,” she said.

The waitress chose that moment to bring over their food. It took a moment for her to put out the plates and top up their coffees. She was definitely enjoying her opportunity to talk with Steve. Not that Melody could fault her.

Steve thanked her and told her everything looked great and once again she blushed before she left them alone.

“She’s really star-struck,” Melody said.

“She’s being very sweet,” he said. “She’s really trying not to let it affect our experience. I’ve had people try to insert themselves into my meal.”

She laughed. “I hope not literally.”

Steve wrinkled his nose and bared his teeth. “God, I hope not too.”

Melody let her laughter taper off as she cut up her potato pancakes and Steve pulled his sandwich closer and tore it in half. “What were you saying?” Steve asked. “About why you were overthinking taking me home?”

She sighed and took a bite of her food as she gathered her thoughts again. “Okay. I knew Bobbi was trans long before she came out to anyone else. She was scared of telling her parents. They’re not conservative… but they were pretty traditional about gender roles. We were never ever worried about my parents accepting us. They were always really outspoken about LGBT rights. So when Bobbi came out, her parents told her they didn’t want her in the house living a lie and corrupting her sisters. We knew - we didn’t even doubt for a second - that my parents would let her stay with us. But when we came to ask, there was a lot of stammering and making excuses. Our moms are really close, that’s why we call each other cousins. So we thought maybe she didn’t want to do that in case it upset Bobbi’s parents and she’d lose the friendship. Eventually, Mom settled on them maybe having a point and that Bobbi should think about how she was affecting everyone else. I got really pissed. I was so angry at them. I said that this was who Bobbi was and that she was our family and they needed to accept that about her, and I yelled at them. I asked if they’d feel the same way if I brought home a girlfriend. They didn’t take that well either. They said don’t be stupid and that I’d always had boyfriends. They couldn’t even fathom the thought that I could be bi and told me I was just trying to hurt them and it was just a phase. I couldn’t believe it. Bobbi and I went and stayed in our car that night. Bobbi couldn’t stay in a women's shelter, but she made me stay in one for a couple of nights. Then found a friend we could couch surf with until college started.”

Steve had listened carefully through the whole story, and he’d taken her hand and held it as she spoke. “I’m so sorry, honey. For both of you. That must have been such a letdown for you.”

She nodded and took a breath. “So if I bring you home to meet them, it’s going to be a thing. They’ll think they were right about it being a phase or just me trying to hurt them.”

“So you want to be sure that I’m here for the long run,” he finished for her. “Well, I can tell you, I think about my future and you’re a part of that. I do want to get married one day. I don’t know what you think about that.”

“I think that - if I was in love with someone and they didn’t want to get married, that wouldn’t be a deal breaker, but I would love to get married,” she said. “And if I think about us in the future, we’re married.”

He smiled and lifted her hand and kissed it. “Me too.”

They took a moment, just looking at each other. His gaze was so full of love that it was almost overwhelming. She leaned over the table and stole a kiss. His hand went to her cheek, holding her there for a moment longer than she’d intended and when she sat back she smiled at him.

“Where would we live?” she asked.

“I keep picturing us in Brooklyn,” he said. “Is that weird?”

“Well, it’s where you think of as home,” she said. “So no. That’s a bit of a move from here though.”

“It is. Would you do it?” he asked.

“I think so. If we found somewhere we both liked that we could afford,” she said. “It’d be a bit of traveling for work, but I think we could handle that.”

“It’d be a nice place to raise kids. We’d be more likely to be able to afford a place with a yard,” he said.

Melody had her fork halfway to her mouth and her face broke into a huge smile. “You’ve thought about us having kids?”

He nodded. “Yeah. I’ve thought about it. I get scared sometimes. I feel like the work I do - it doesn’t exactly lend itself to a family life. But I must want it because I think about it so much.”

“I feel like I could be happy without them,” she said. “But I do want to be a mom.”

“Yeah,” he said. “I think that might be a good way to describe how I feel.”

Melody finished up her pancake and took a sip of her coffee. “Do you want to go to Oregon with me for Thanksgiving and meet my parents?”

“I’d love to,” Steve said.

The waitress came over and topped up their coffees again and when Steve finished his soup and sandwich she brought his pie. Steve shared it with her and they ate together talking about much less serious topics. The stress she had felt had melted away and while she knew it would come back later when it fully hit her about the logistics of taking Steve Rogers home to meet her parents, for now, she was just happy to feel so safe where she was with Steve.

Her stress returned much sooner than she’d expected, because when they stepped outside the diner they were immediately surrounded by a wall of press, filming, taking photos, and calling out to them.

It was the first time they’d ever been swarmed by the press. Up until now, there were just vague rumors they were dating and no one seemed to care. Melody had spent enough time around celebrities to be used to this level of intense press scrutiny, but this was the first time she’d ever been blindsided by it. She recognized many of the faces in the crowd, including a couple of the celebrity gossip reporters from the Daily Bugle. The invasion of privacy from her own workplace made her blood boil.

“Shit,” Steve cursed. “We were having such a good run.”

He shielded her body, putting his arm around her shoulders and using his bulk to hide her from the cameras, and began to muscle his way through the crowd. “I’m sorry, honey. I figured they’d get us one day. I wonder if it was the waitress who told them. Maybe she heard us talking about getting married and having kids?”

“Maybe…” Melody said, but she wasn’t so sure. It was possible of course. She had been excited that she was serving Steve and it could be that she’d spread the word out of excitement. Somehow Melody doubted it. This, she felt, might be her fault.

// NEXT

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lillianfromaccounting · 2 years

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okay so clint okay cupid fic (haha funny cause of what we were just talking about)

wei to go

and neighbor story

tell me stuff

Clint OKCupid fic is a short story of how you (Reader) sets up an OKCupid profile for Clint because you think he should start dating again, not realizing that Clint has thing for you.

Snippet

"What is this?!" Clint held up his phone. His OKCupid profile stared back at you.

"I thought it was time you got back in the game," you tried to say with a straight face.

"If Steve can manage online dating, so can you."

"I--I don't have time for this," Clint objected.

"Oh please, you can't be busier than Captain America."

Clint's phone buzzed.

Wei to Go is a multi book (outlined, not anywhere completed) fic about Cara Wei, who was once a student of the Ancient One, but returned to the states to help out with her family.

A few years later, she is approached by the Avengers to help guide them to a Kree outpost to bust Thor, Drax, and Rocket out of prison. They succeed but she ends up stranded there with Steve and Loki, and no magic ring to portal them back. As they navigate their survival and escape options, they also form unexpected bonds.

In Book 2, Cara recruits the Avengers to help her family. Someone is threatening to sabotage her brother-in-law's new luxury cruise line. Cara and Steve go on board the cruise as a fake married couple in order to get to the bottom of this. Loki joins the cruise as the captain to lend their support. There's a lot of unspoken feelings. (Yes, it's a Steve - OFC - Loki love V. I don't know what my brain was thinking. I still don't know who she ends up with, if any of them.)

Excerpt from Book 2

Cara put the newspaper clipping down on the breakfast counter and shoved a big forkful of pancakes into her mouth. Maple syrup hung at the edge of her lips as she digested the information in front of her.

Last month, New York City actress and model Ms. Rana Wei married Mr. Jason Mok, CEO of Pieces of Eight, the fastest growing immersive experience entertainment company. The wedding took place at the New York Public Library and was attended by many A-listers. Ms. Wei is the daughter of Mr. Fenimore “Fen” Wei, chair of the New York City Asian Coalition, and Mrs. Jane Wei, nee Kim, on the Board of Education. Ms. Wei’s attendants were her older sister, Councilwoman Ali, and younger sister, Cara. Mr. Mok was number one on Forbes’ Thirty Under Thirty list for the last three years.

Cara played the events of last night over and over again in her head. It was an ordinary Sunday night dinner at her parents'. Rana and Jason just got back from their honeymoon.

“We need your help,” Rana said, sitting down next to Cara on the couch. “You still work for that private security company, right?”

“Uh--yeah, why?” Cara had told her family that she worked in private security, which wasn’t a complete lie. Her parents would never have approved her joining SHIELD and subsequently, the Avengers.

“We received a threat to the new luxury cruise line Titanic.”

“You do realize you jinxed it by naming it that, right?” Cara sassed. “Why don’t you go to the police?”

“Because of this,” Jason held his phone out.

Neighbor story is an original story about a man who becomes a caretaker for his dying grandfather. Daniel grew up spending every summer at his grandfather's house. When his mother called him to tell him that Poppop had fallen very ill, the only thing to do was to go to his house. In the midst of spending time with his grandfather, Daniel gets reacquainted with his childhood love, Suzi, Poppop's next door neighbor.

Excerpt

"What do you think you're doing?" a woman's voice called out from below. Daniel looked out the window and saw Mrs. Kawasaki by the ladder. It didn't sound like her though. He climbed down.

"What are you doing to my tree house?" she demanded an answer. Under the brim of the hat, Daniel saw the face of his childhood love, Suzi Kawasaki, Mrs. Kawasaki’s daughter.

"Your tree house? Last time I checked, Poppop built this for me."

"I've been maintaining it for the last decade. I have squatters rights now."

"You have not been doing a good job maintaining it. It needs a new roof," Daniel smiled.

"I was going to paint it next weekend," Suzi looked away, not giving Daniel the satisfaction of seeing that she couldn't resist smiling back.

"No, a paint job wasn't going to do. It needs new shingles. Maybe a new board."

Suzi crossed her arms. "Well, fine. As long as you're not tearing it down. I'm not kidding about squatter's rights. I still sleep there on clear nights."

"Noted," Daniel said. Suzi turned around to walk back to her house, in her silk floral pajamas and wide brimmed hat.

"It was good seeing you, Suzi!" Daniel called after her. She waved without looking back.

Suzi knew he was coming back. Poppop's health had been deteriorating and Mrs. Swenson mentioned that Daniel was coming back to help out. She just didn't expect him to look so good. How dare he age so well? And then he mistakens her for her mom!

As Daniel pulled the remaining shingles off the tree house’s roof, her words finally sank in. She still slept there on clear nights. He was instantly taken back to the summers where they would fall asleep in the tree house looking at the stars.

Thanks for asking!

#wips #i write tropes and cliches #asks #avengerscompound

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lifeinbrick · 2 years

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"One day soon, they'll let me in..." #deadpool #legodeadpool #wadewilson #avengers #hawkeye #thor #mcu #legolighting #guardiansofthegalaxy #marvelmultiverse #captainamerica #ironman #blackwidow #marvel #legoavengers #avengerscompound #marvelstudios #deadpool3 #legomarvel #brickcentral #bricknetwork #legostagram #instalego #legophotography #legominifigures #minifigures #afol #toy #toyphotography https://www.instagram.com/p/CfOZtbYIsF7/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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agentinferno12 · 2 months

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Incorrect Quotes

Bucky: Steve… Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor? Steve: Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned. Bucky: Bucky: I wrote sanitize, Steve.

#incorrectquotes #steve #bucky #stucky #steveisafuckingidiotandiadorehim #buckyissodone #steveissecretlyasatanist #avengerscompound

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ttyls · 6 months

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im so upset right now i cant even speak 😣😭his nervous hands :(( he's so scared and lonely :((((

gif frm @avengerscompound

noooooo devastated nervous anxious stevieeee 😥😢 when i think about the man out of time deleted scene, i could cry for a million years 😭 we have to comfort him!!!! we have to wrap him in love, tenderness, and give him something to live for!!!! 😖

Anew

pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

word count: 394

warnings: none, but also fresh-out-of-the-ice sad Steve :-(

He looks so sad, almost like you that time you actually cried on this train. Nobody paid attention to you of course, but you still inwardly cringe when the memory finds you. He's rubbing his hands together like he’s trying to soothe himself.

This man seems like he’s strong enough to hold back until he goes home, but you feel so bad for him, bad enough to hand him a metaphorical tissue.

“Umm… excuse me, are you lost?”

He turns his head towards you, and his eyes widen ever so slightly when he figures out you’re addressing him. You ask again, “Are you lost? Do you need any help?”

His lips part a little to speak, but then he stops. He looks like he doesn’t even know where to begin answering your questions. Something about him makes you want to help, so you continue talking. “If you don’t know where to go or when you need to get off the train, I could help you.”

He nods in acknowledgment of your offer. “I… uh, thank you. My stop is coming up soon,” his voice trails off. He looks down at his lap where his hands are still clasped together. “I’m-... I’m new here,” he admits. His every word is crammed with nervousness and hesitation. His eyes move back up to yours and you hope your facial expression is properly conveying the empathy you feel for him. Maybe he’s from somewhere far away with fewer people and a different pace of life.

“This city does move very fast, but you’ll find your footing soon,” you respond. Trying your best to reassure him, you add, “If you’ve made it this far, there’s definitely something here for you.”

His eyes are now the color of gratitude and his mouth lifts into a small smile. “Thank you. I appreciate your words.” Lowering his voice, he continues, “I’ve had a hard time… adjusting, and I just-... I really needed to hear that.”

Thankfulness is written all over his face, and knowing you told him the right thing makes your heart sing. Any more of this and it might be the second time you cry on this train.

He brings his hand out for a handshake and introduces himself as Steve. You shake while giving him your name, and he says, “I’m glad to meet you.” You think so, too.

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #captain america x reader #captain america x you #steve rogers x poc!reader #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x gn!reader #steve rogers fanfiction #asks #brandycranby

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iluvsumbucky · 8 months

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Happy Belated Fanfic Writers Appreciation Day!!!!

I wanted to say

To All YOU FABULOUS WRITERS!!!!! I know I haven't been on here this year, reading & reblogging, my life has changed in the past 9 months & I'm still trying to deal with everything, but I wanted to thank each of you for sharing all of your fantastic fics. Y'all writers don't get enough thanks for the joy your words bring to us readers. Each & every one of you are amazing & I'm sending all of you much love & appreciation. I hope to be back soon, reader & reblogging so many awesome fics.

Sending this out to some of those amazing writers.......

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I know that I’m forgetting someone & I wish that I could list every single writer that is here, but this goes out to all of you! I hope you all had a spectacular day& have a wonderful week! Again thank you so much,

For all that you do!!!!!

#happy fanfic writers appreciation day #fanfic writers appreciation day 2023 #fanfic writers appreciation day #spread love and positivity #show writers love and appreciation

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bad-comic-art · 1 year

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Something terrible happened to Cap's shield, but just for this one panel.

Avengers Forever (1998) #10

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submitted by @avengerscompound

#captain america #marvel #comics #comic books

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deceitfuldevout · 1 year

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The Passenger

Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1,918

Warning(s): +18, Non Con, Public Sex, Manhandling, Minor character death.

Author's Note(s): This is a one shot.

Hydra has taken over S.H.I.E.L.D, forcing Steve and the other avengers to flee. Now on the run with no one to trust. All you wanted was to go home. You didn’t expect crossing paths with the Nomad himself.

Steven Grant Roger’s face had been plastered anywhere he could think of. Yet he remains hidden in plain sight. So far his cover hadn’t been blown. While meeting up with Sam, the two of them discuss how to take down these Hydra branches. Steve pauses for a moment. His super soldier hearing alerted him of Hydra spies. Lingering not too far from where they sat. Sam notices his friend’s tense behavior immediately.

Originally posted by avengerscompound

Both him and Steve eye the other men across the counter. Steve nods to his companion. Sam knows the drill. Cap is quick on his feet, walking right out of the diner. His friend makes his way into the restroom in order to separate the spies. As soon as Steve makes it a few blocks from the restaurant his ears pick up the sound of an ambulance driving by. He checks his phone’s message: ‘Took out the trash’

Steve crushes the disposable device in his hand. He swiftly chucks the pieces into a trash bin. Sam and him would meet up later at the secret base. Which leads him to one last thing: Getting rid of the agent following him.

Originally posted by kisslandvibes

You were headed home from the library. A warm breeze swishes the skirt of your sundress. Part of you wishes that this day was spent enjoying the weather. However most of the day was spent prepping for finals. You missed your first stop but didn’t mind. There would be another train arriving soon. The train cart you stood in was mostly empty. Not surprising, especially around this time. Only one more stop and soon you’d be out. During the next stop you notice two men walking in.

Oh boy...

Nope! Now’s not the time to freak out. Besides, it’s not like you were a young woman on a train stuck with two strange men almost close to midnight. Not terrifying at all...screw it! It’s the 21st century! This is something rational to be scared about!

If they even try me I’ll scream I swear if they even think about-

You felt something—no someone. A hand was pressed firmly against your rear. You turn around to see a man. Only it was was no ordinary man. You couldn’t believe it. The entire country was looking for him. He was a suspected terrorist threat.

Captain America. Now known as Nomad.

Originally posted by buckybarsn

Your breath hitches. You begin panicking. One of his fingers is in the front of his lips, shushing you. He comes closer towards you. Your face is now buried against his warm chest. His body is flush against yours. You could practically smell the musk coming from him. Your backpack slips from your shoulder. Steve is quick to catch it with his super soldier reflex. He now holds it in one arm. You’re trapped in the other. He leans in and rests his head against your side. He whispers,

“Just play along,”

“What-“

Steve then leans in for a kiss. His lips press firmly against yours. That was defiantly not what you would expect to happen.

Your mouth gapes open in shock. Giving him easy access to guide his tongue in. Your head moves back from the light push. He holds the back of your head firmly in place. As soon as he retreats you’re a blushing mess. A set of eyes are on the both of you. Not from the ex-soldier, but from the Hydra agent eavesdropping close by. Steve notices the man shifting in his seat, he reaches inside his coat to retrieve a pistol.

Originally posted by gajo1987

The man aims it at the soldier, but not before preaching “Hail Hydra,” then fires. You’re shoved away from the direction of the blaze. Steve is quick to dodge the bullets flying. He disarms the shooter. Now angry at him for putting you in danger. He held his shoulders in a tight grip, not caring about his wince, “Who sent you here?!”

The agent chuckles, “If you cut off a head, there will be more to grow in it’s place...hail hydra...” he bites deep into a fake tooth traced with poison. Steve hasn’t seen that tactic in years. The man begins to foam at the mouth. You regain your composure. Then realizing now that the man tackled by Steve Rogers is dead. You let out a blood curdling scream. You couldn’t believe your eyes. This man...Nomad killed him in cold blood. There was that little voice in your head telling you to do one thing on instinct: Run! Run now!

You can’t decide whether to retrieve your bag on the floor, or run out without a phone. But before the Soldier could stand you sprint towards the other cart. He calls for you only once. Soon enough you’re in the next cart, then the next one, until you’ve reached the end of the train, “No no no no...n-no please...”

“Ma’am”

You shriek. Turning around now face to face with a war criminal.

“You dropped this,”

He has you cornered. You get on your knees, “Please...please don’t kill me! I-I didn’t see anything! I-I swear!”

He stares at you in confusion. One of his eyebrows raises, then he chuckles, “Are you sure about that doll? How do I know you won’t be running to the authorities right after?” He plops the bag on the ground. He reaches to pat your head, “Hm? What will you do to prove it?”

“I...I-I know that you probably don’t trust me, but please sir just look at me in the eye if you think I’m lying to you: I will not, under any circumstance tell a single soul if you promise not to kill me,” you eyes begin to pool with fresh tears, “P-please...I don’t want to die!” Your hands are now intertwined like a prayer, looking up to look into the eyes of your possible murderer. His gaze doesn’t move. Then, for a millisecond, a look of hurt.

“Get up.” his voice is stern. You hesitate for a moment too long. His arms reach for yours. He yanks you into a standing position. You’re frozen with fear. He sighs, “Relax..” which obviously doesn’t work. This annoys him, “Hold onto the handle bars. Now.” Your hands snap up and onto the grips. Steve steps behind you, “Don’t let go of the bars, no matter what. Do you understand?” You nod. He smiles, “Good..” he bunches your skirt up. You let go of the bar to stop him before he could go further. Instead you’d receive a sharp nip against your neck. That was a warning. His voice booms,

“Hands. Up.”

What other choice did you have other than complying? His hands are gentle when roaming your body. It was as if he were doing a pat down. Why should he worry about someone like you? It’s not like you were capable of taking on a Super soldier.

A hand drags down the bottom of your dress, sliding underneath to palm your clothed slit. His middle finger traces the crease, causing you hips to jolt back right against his erection. You squirm in place. Not daring to break free from his touches out of fear. He grinds forward, adding more friction. You bite your bottom lip to stifle a whine. His other hand reaches out for a breast, giving it a gentle squeeze. He rolls the soft mound in his hand, making sure to pinch the nipple.

His finger pads rub gentle circles against your bundle of nerves. Massaging it in circular motions. After a while your knees begin to buckle. Almost threatening to give in. You force yourself to keep balance as he quickens the pace. Then just like that a fire ignites. Your mouth opens, a whine escapes your lips. Your legs shake and knees buckle. The intensity from the pleasure alone clouds your mind.

Before you could register what had happened Steve gives your slit one last rub. He retrieves his now soaked hand. His fingers glisten in the dim lighting. He looks you in the eyes. His tongue laps them for a moment until he finally sucks them clean. He removes his digits with a ‘pop’ sound. You shudder from the sound echoing inside the train cart. He unzips his pants to release his throbbing member.

Both of his arms now hug you from behind, trapping you in his tight embrace. He lifts you by the waist. Holding you in the air, now hovering over his shaft. Your legs kick around in protest. Steve buries his face into the crook of your neck. He inhales your scent. Chills crawl down your spine. You twist your hips from side to side. But nothing would break you free from the super soldier.

That’s when you felt it.

When you felt him.

His leaking tip began splitting your glistening folds open. You cry out from the stretch. Steve groans from the feeling of your walls wrapping tightly around him. Practically squeezing him. His breathing is heavier now, “Relax..” he thrusts his hips up, penetrating you fully in one go. Your eyes were like saucers. You could see your reflection in the window.

Your skirt had been tied up, revealing where the two of you join. A lewd sight to see. Tears stream down your cheeks from the humiliation. He braces himself, “You Ready?” he whispers pulls you up once again. Only the tip of his cock remains inside. He lets gravity take over. By dropping you down his manhood. You could feel him piercing deeper inside each time he rocks you up and down. At this point you had no control over the super soldier’s brute force. His thrusts were inhuman.

After a while, jerking had finally slow down. His hips buck up into you one last time before heavily coating your walls. Your whole body convulses before going limp. Mouth left agape from the intensity of the orgasm. A line of spit trails from your parted lips to the floor below. Steve rests you on the seat besides him.

He retrieves your panties and slips them back on. His hands roam your body for another feel. It was about time he start treating himself. He gives your breasts a squeeze before pulling your top back up. Both of you are now seated with Steve holding you close to him. He takes his coat and wraps it around you. Your limp form leans against his shoulder. He swings your legs in between his. Both of you are seated as a doting couple.

You later awaken in your bedroom. A light breeze from an open window cools the atmosphere. The morning sun approaches, ready for the new day. You get up to shut it close. That’s when you notice your sleeves. This wasn’t your coat. So who—no..It wasn’t a dream after all.

Originally posted by mynameisgarlic

Memories from last night return. You turn around to see if anyone was in your room. This man now knew where you lived. A note is left in the pocket of the oversized coat. You drop the note immediately after reading it.

‘Until next time -S.R.’

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harrie-fic-center · 8 months

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So I know that this isn't everyone but i wanted to make this post to say hi and thank u for sharing your super awesome writing as well as allowing me to vent over the past amount of time ive been on here 😎🤗💕~ally

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avengerscompound · 11 days

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The Interview - Chapter 18

The Interview - A Captain America Fanfic

Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Rating: E

Warnings: smut (M/F, vaginal sex)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Melody Danes

Word Count: 2210

Chapter 18

It was strange feeling both relief and trepidation at the same time. Melody had spent the day trying to get work done but ultimately wasn’t able to concentrate. Even when she set herself sprint timers where she focused on just writing and nothing else, she found her mind drifting to Steve and when he’d get back and if he was injured or not.

She ended up giving up on writing completely and just focussing on all those annoying tasks like replying to emails and signing off on some videos that needed to be uploaded to the site. When she ran out of that kind of work, she took an early mark and went home.

The apartment already smelled of cooking when she got there. Bobbi was behind the stove, stirring something, while something baked in the oven. Going off the smell of the apartment it was bread, and it was close to being done.

Bobbi turned as she came in. She was sweaty and looking flustered and she wiped her forehead with the back of her arm as she wrinkled her nose at Melody. “You’re home early.”

“I couldn't concentrate,” Melody replied. “I thought I’d come home and start dinner.”

“Got in before you,” she teased. “Don’t worry. There will be enough for all of us. But We’re going to eat in my room. No offense.”

Melody laughed and leaned against the arched opening between the kitchen and the living room. “I was going to say the same thing. I miss him so much.”

“Me too,” Bobbi said. “Well, my him. I mean Steve’s fine, but he’s no Bucky. I just want him to feel safe, special, and loved when he gets back. I don’t even care if we end up having sex or not. As long as he gets a good night's sleep.”

Melody moved in and kissed Bobbi’s cheek. “I love you, you know that?” she said.

Bobbi smiled and nudged her. “I know. I love you too. Now get off, it’s hot enough in here as it is.”

Melody stepped back again and tried to look at what was in the pot. “What are you making?”

“Well, you know how much our guys eat,” Bobbi said. “So I’ve baked Ciabatta. I thought I’d make garlic bread with some of it. I’m making an Italian Wedding soup, then Linguini with Clams. And there’s Tiramisu for dessert. But I bought that. I didn’t make it.”

“Wow, you really went all out,” Melody said. “What do I owe you?”

Bobbi waved her hand. “Don’t worry about it. If you want you can go down and get drinks. And then if you wouldn’t mind watching things while I take a shower in a bit, I’d really appreciate it.”

“You got it,” Melody said.

She headed back out, went down to the liquor store around the corner, and got a couple of bottles of white wine and a six-pack of beer. When she returned, she put them in the fridge to chill and took a shower. She put on a light sundress and quickly refreshed her natural curls. When she came out, she traded places with Bobbi and then it was just down to waiting for Bucky and Steve to get there.

Both women leaped to their feet when there was a knock at the door and Melody just beat out Bobbi getting to the door and when she pulled it open she threw herself into Steve’s arms.

Steve caught her easily and wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling into her hair. “Steve, I missed you so much,” she whispered. “I was so worried.”

“I know,” he said gently. “I missed you too and I’m here safe.”

Bobbi had squeezed past Melody to get to Bucky and the two hugged in the hall, whispering the same affirmations to each other.

Steve pulled back slowly and cradled Melody’s cheeks as he looked down at her. “It’s so good to see you,” he said. “Are you okay?”

She smiled up at him and grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him down toward her. “Of course I am,” she said and kissed him.

She melted into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. She had missed this. The feel of his lips on hers, and his firm body pressed against hers. His hands went to her hips and he lifted her, carrying her through the door and into the apartment.

When he set her down again, he pulled back with a smile. “It smells great in here.”

“That was all Bobbi,” Melody said. “She’s been cooking all day.”

“You did?” Bucky asked as the pair followed Steve and Melody inside.

“I did,” Bobbi said. “But if it’s okay with both of you, we’re hoping to just eat in our rooms. Not as a group.”

“It’s more than okay with me,” Bucky said, coming up behind Bobbi and wrapping his arms around her waist. His hands slid around her hips and over her stomach as he leaned up and kissed her neck.

Steve chuckled. “Sure, that would be nice.”

Melody got on her tiptoes to kiss Steve’s cheek and then the two women went to the kitchen to serve everything up. It took a few trips back and forth, but soon Melody had Steve set the bed up like a picnic.

“In hindsight, soup isn’t easy to eat when you’re sitting on a bed,” Melody said, cradling her bowl.

“It’s fine, honey,” Steve said. “Bobbi went to a lot of effort and it all looks amazing.”

“Yeah,” Melody agreed. “Definitely shouldn’t complain. She really went all out.”

“I know Bucky will appreciate it. Missions are hard on him, but part of his release agreement is to continue to go on them.”

Melody frowned. “Got away from being a weapon for one side and ended up being one for the other, huh?”

Steve sighed and looked down into his bowl. “Yeah. I don’t like it either. We try to keep him out of it, but he insists and I think even if he didn’t, Damage Control would start pushing for it.”

“Damage Control?” Melody asked.

“They used to be part of SHIELD before it fell,” he explained. “Now they clean up after things superpowered or extraterrestrial related. They’re the ones that worked the deal to have Bucky’s record cleared.”

“Sucks though,” she said. “If it were his choice, I would still suck. The fact it isn’t his choice seems really wrong to me.”

“Tell me about it,” Steve said. “Still, he’s been a lot more content lately and it’s not forever. We’re also petitioning to have the conditions changed. His therapist is working with us.”

“That’s something,” Melody said and rubbed his leg. “Now if both of you would realize that you are also allowed to have lives.”

Steve chuckled and dropped his gaze. “I think we’re getting there.”

“You are here,” she said. “That’s a start.”

Steve took her hand and kissed it. “So what happened with you while I was away? I want to hear all about it.”

Melody filled Steve in on everything as they ate. From work to the little get-together she and Bobbi had with Matthew. It felt so trivial after he’d been away for so long saving the world, but there was something good about that too. It felt normal and from the look on Steve’s face as he listened, he appreciated the normal.

When they got through the soup and pasta, Steve moved everything to her desk. “Come here, honey,” he said, holding out his hand. “I’ve eaten enough.”

Melody moved to him eagerly, letting him pull her into his arms. Her whole body molded itself to his as he pulled her into a deep kiss. He lay back on the bed pulling her down on top of him and she straddled his waist and started to grind on him.

Steve’s hands went to her hair, bunching into it and tugging softly. She moaned into his lips, ran her hands up under his shirt, and raked her fingernails down his skin. He groaned, bucking up. His cock hardened in his pants and it rubbed against Melody’s pussy creating a friction that sent a buzz seeping out through her, yet frustrated her completely.

It had been too long since they’d been together and now they were here she felt desperate and frantic. She began to unbutton his shirt, practically tearing it open to expose his muscular chest. His large hands moved over her shoulders, pushing down the straps of her dress as it smoothed over her skin. She pushed her arms free and his hands moved to her back and dexterously unclasped her bra.

When his shirt was open, she moved to his pants, unfastening the belt and then the fly and frantically moving to pull them down. He lifted his hips and shoved them to help her and his cock sprung up hard against his stomach, the tip hitting his bellybutton. It shocked her how big it was, and then it shocked her again that she’d somehow managed to forget. It was as if her mind had retained the memory that it was huge, but too much time had passed to hold onto how big he actually was.

Her eyes seemed to be glued to his cock. She wrapped her hand around the shaft, her fingers not even meeting on the other side, and began to pump it up and down. Her pussy dripped and she whined in need and ground down on his thigh.

“Mel,” Steve said, and her brown eyes snapped up to meet his blue. “I want you.”

She lunged at him, her mouth crashing into his. He pulled her back up so her soaking cunt was sitting on his rock-hard cock, only the thin piece of fabric in her underwear separating them. She whined into the kiss and began to fumble in the side table drawer.

Steve broke the kiss and looked up at her. “You’re on birth control?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

“I can’t get sick,” he said. “We can skip it if you want.”

She looked down at him and over to the drawer. In the past, she’d always used protection, and it felt a little strange even considering not doing it. The thought was exciting.

“You don’t have to, of course,” he added.

The piece of reassurance broke through her moment of frozen contemplation. She shook her head and pressed her hands on his shoulders. “No. Let’s do it.”

Steve smiled up at her, and his hand returned to her hair. He pulled her down into a hungry kiss and she started to grind on his cock again. She was frantic and needy, and each move just made her want him more.

She raised herself up and moved her panties to the side, and as she lowered herself back down, she guided his thick cock inside her. She moaned, breaking the kiss, and letting her head fall back. As she slowly rolled her hips, just sitting there, adjusting to his size, Steve pushed himself up on his elbow and latched onto one of her breasts.

A dull ache spread through her breast as he suckled and her nipple hardened in his mouth. She pushed her fingers into his hair and began to move.

She started slowly at first, rolling her hips as she held his head close to her chest. She couldn't hold herself back, the gentle roll of her hips turned into a slow bounce, which got faster and faster until she had her hands braced on his shoulders and she was moving up and down, up and down, like she was racing to her climax.

Steve’s hands roamed over her body, sliding up her back and around her chest, so he was pushing her breasts together and sucking hickeys into the soft flesh. They ended up settling on her throat and the other at her cunt, his thumb rubbing her clit in tight circles.

“Are you close?” he growled as he looked up at her with lust-blown eyes.

It felt like there was a spring wound tight in her core, ready to break. Her skin was slick with sweat and prickled with goosebumps. Steve groaned, arching his back and pushing his cock deeper still. She felt it hit her cervix, sending a sharp stab of pain right through her middle. The spring snapped and she cried out, her fingers digging into his hard muscles as she came. Her body spasmed and her cunt clenched. Steve grabbed her hips and began bucking up hard into her.

“Please, Steve,” she begged. “I want to feel you fill me. I want it dripping from me.”

He gasped and thrust up hard, grunting as he came. His cock pulsed inside her as it spilled in thick ropes.

She collapsed down onto his chest, listening to his heart as she rode out her orgasm high. Steve hummed and caressed her hair. “God, I love you,” he whispered. “I missed you so much.”

“I love you too,” she murmured, reaching up to touch his cheek. “Welcome home, my love.”

He nuzzled into her hair, his arms wrapping around her, a content sigh slipping from his lips. “It’s never been so good to be back,” he said.

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