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[deliciousangelfestival]

My Problematic Girl - Chapter 4

Character: College!Steve Rogers x Rich!Female Reader

Prologue:  Steve has lived being nobody in this prestigious university. He just wants to graduate and get a job to get more money to pay the bills for his mother's surgery. 

But his life turned upside when a new student attended his class. His quiet and dull life became dangerous and full of surprises.

×××

She exhaled the cigarette smoke from her lips. She still doesn’t care even though he told her he has asthma. 

She looked at Steve and said, “Bark for me.”

Steve felt humiliated, and his pride was crushed. But she held his life and secrets. He had to bury his dignity to the ground, and he murmured, 

“Woof.”

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His body felt weak, and he dropped himself to the floor. He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes, dreaming he could run away. 

He punched the floor and screamed, "No! I won't do it."

"Don't be that innocent, Steve. Art is always related to money laundry."

Y/N exhaled another smoke. "I knew a drug cartel who hung two Picasso's in his bathroom."

'Oh God, she knows a drug cartel now.' Steve's hand ran down his face. 

"You need the money, Steve. Drawing hentai comics and the salary of a part-time waitress and cashier is not enough to pay for your mother's surgery."

"And your father's debts."

How did she know that? That's the painful past he always pretends never happened. They have to move several times to avoid the debt collector.

He lifted his head to look up at her. "You do a background check on me?" 

Then it hit him. "You choose me because I'm poor!!!"

She didn't deny it, and it seems like she admits it. 

Y/N know Steve is a man with a strong sense of pride. 

That's why she wanted to break him. He became easy prey because he didn't have any money. 

"Steve, I'm offering you a shortcut to get quick money."

"Or do you want to build a startup that could give you more debt or join a Ponzi scheme like your father?"

Steve gritted his teeth. "You're evil."

Y/N let out laughter wounded like a warning from a beast. "Not just evil but also greedy. I learned this the hard way to survive."

'Survive? What does she mean by that?'

She offered her hand to him. "If you doubt me, I have written a contract for this. In that contract, you get all the benefits. If you have disadvantages, you can sue me."

He clenched his fist. What does she want from him? Please make her stop. It felt like he was stuck in a shipping ship. 

"You need this, Steve. Aren't you tired of being humiliated because you have no money?" 

Steve saw Y/N with two horns, bat wings, and a tail. She offered him a dangerous deal. 

But deep down, even though he knew this was wrong, he needed that money. 

He's tired of drawing that comic, different part-time jobs, and hiding from debt collectors; he wants to move out of that ugly apartment and needs money for his mother's surgery. 

He threw away his morals. 'Forgive me, Mother, this son of yours will be a partner in crime.'

He grabbed her hand, and she helped him to stand up. He doesn't speak, but it's a silent yes.

Y/N smiled, "That wasn't difficult right?"

She dragged his hand, but Steve's body wouldn't move. "Where are we going?"

"Just get into the car."

He let her drag his hand; when he finally got inside the car and put on his seat belt, he asked, "Now we're inside; where are we going?"

"Saint Barbara Hospital."

Steve almost jolted his eyes. "This is low Y/N !!! You're going to use my mom to blackmail me?"

This is also the first he screamed at her. That place is where his mother got admitted. 

Y/N gasped, "Wow, I will never use that method."

He scoffed, "Yeah, right."

She stirred the wheel and started to drive. "You are free to hate me. But I'm the only solution you got. Besides, I'm visiting someone too."

Steve remembered something, and it made him wonder. "Before you said, evil and greed are needed to survive. What do you mean by that?"

There's no answer. Steve saw Y/N's right hand tremble; she had to put her left hand to calm it down. Then she immediately turned on the car autopilot. 

She lowered her head while massaging her hand. 

"I learned it the hard way; being kind is useless. That's why I'm intrigued by you."

Steve pointed to himself. "Me?"

"You aren't offended when your classmates mock you; you weren't greedy when I gave you the deposit money for the drawing. And I liked how you looked at me for the first time."

She was silent for a second, then said "You despised me."

"..."

Steve rubbed his forehead; he is dealing with a crazy person. "You're crazy."

She laughed and said, "I know."

When the car arrived, the hospital security opened the car, and she handed him the key. 

Steve always gets here by bus but never sees a valet service. 

"I didn't know this hospital offered a valet service."

"They don't."

Both of them walked together into the lift. Y/N pressed the 2nd floor. Steve always came to this hospital; he knew that floor was for physiotherapy. 

Without looking at him, she said, "I'm going this way without looking at him. See you tomorrow."

Steve finally could breathe when she left. When the lift door slide opened, he went straight to a patient room where his mother stayed. 

There he saw his mother already in the wheelchair. 

She smiled at him because she knew his son would come. "Let's go outside. The weather is nice." 

Steve couldn't say no to this fantastic woman. Sarah Rogers. She has sacrificed so much, and he is always grateful for having a strong mother like her. 

But her kidney got worse. Because his father failed at business, he ran away and left the debt to Steve and Sarah. One day his mother had to sell her kidney so they could survive. 

Steve still felt guilty until this day. But she never blames anyone, even her husband, and keeps smiling.

Steve brought her to the hospital park. On the way to the park, Sarah greeted everyone. She stayed in the hospital for so long that made her know everyone.

When he found a perfect spot to sit, Sarah pointed at someone.

"Oh, that's Lilly."

Steve looked in the direction she pointed. An older woman in a wheelchair and being pushed by…

Y/N??? 

"Mom, you know her?"

"Lilly, of course. She used to be our neighbour. She's a piano teacher."

"And the person who is behind her?"

"Ooh, you mean Y/N? She's a nice kid."

'Nice? She's far from that.' Steve wants to tell his mother the truth. 

"She used to live around our neighbourhood too. But she moved after her father remarried"

Steve raises his eyebrows. Y/N used to live near their apartment. She didn't grow up in an elite neighbourhood?

"Y/n is Lilly's only student who keeps coming to check on her. And she paid for her surgery."

"Student?"

"Lilly told me Y/N is a prodigy, but she stopped playing the piano after an accident."

Sarah sighed. "That poor girl, Lilly, always in tears when she mentioned it. Y/N's fingers got hurt because of the accident, and she can't play the piano anymore."

Steve remembered Y/N were shaking. 

Did something happen in her childhood? Trauma?

He doesn't know he starts to sympathise with Y/N. He shook his head. It's not just her who went through a hard life. 

Even if she has trauma, at least she has money. 

After he visited his mother, Steve went home and started painting. If he could complete his work, he could end the deal with Y/N immediately. 

'Bzzt.'

Hmm? Another call from Bucky. Steve answered the phone. 

"Hello?"

"Uhm, the girl you mentioned yesterday reminded me of a famous kid from my university."

Steve sighed and said, "Y/N L/N." That name reminded him of tobacco since she smoked a lot. 

"Ahh, that's her name !! She is admitted into your faculty?"

"Yeah."

"That's unrelated to her law degree."

So she's graduated. "Then what is she doing in Stark?"

"Uhm, I heard a rumour from my team. It was hot gossip."

"What is it?"

"Y/N, after she graduated and joined her father's law firm, she exposed the Imperial University admission scandal."

Steve gasped when he heard that info. He heard about that scandal, but the news stopped talking about it.  

"You know what's crazy? Her step-grandfather is the biggest donor of this campus."

How did Bucky know that? 

"I think she went to Stark to make her stay out of trouble."

'That's why she said this is her punishment.'

"Did she make trouble there?" 

"Always. We called her Mad Dog. Some people don't agree with her method, but she defends weak students."

That's hard to believe. Wait, she defends him from Luke. He saw her as a good person before she turned into a crime lord. 

"I think she got kicked out from the family because she almost tarnished her father's law firm."

"And her sugar daddy Tonny helped her."

"What?!! No!!! That's disgusting. Tony is her godfather."

"How did you know?" 

"When she graduated, her father didn't come, and Tony replaced him. Tony was so proud of her perfect GPA and told everyone that he's Y/N godfather."

"What is her father's name?"

"Brian Solomon."

'Brian. That name sounds familiar.'

"Why does she have a different last name?"

"Her father took his wife's name after he got remarried. If you go here, you will know everything about her. Her family is basically like a royal family. "

'Crash'. 

"Steve, what's wrong?"

"My hand slipped. I break the glass. Sorry Bucky, I'll hang up."

Steve put down his phone and picks up the shattered glass. 

L/N.

Lawyer Brian L/N. Steve remembered that name. 

That person is the lawyer who defends the people who introduce the Ponzi Scheme to a bunch of people like Steve's father. 

The victim who invested their money lost everything. While the mastermind didn't get punished. 

"Uurgh." This info triggered his asthma. Steve took his inhaler to breathe.

What kind of crazy coincidence is this? 

Y/N is Brian L/N's daughter.

Like father and daughter, both of them are evil and greedy. 

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yeah yeah maybe i am ovulating, maybe i am disgusting

but one thing i know for sure is that

i am a 6' busty babe and

i would love for this man to fold me like his laundry

because like, everybody would think i call the shots because of how polite and soft he is overall and the size difference, of course plus me being a seasoned brat

only for me to act smart or big and he only gives me a look and i pathetically whimper and curl into his side, muttering apologies and pressing soft kisses along his humble shoulder

even better if i am wearing heels <3

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

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Let's see, my five favorite fics I've written are (It was a little hard to narrow down and there's a lot of Zemo on this list 😅):

Logs on the Fire : Geralt of Rivia x Reader

Sweet: Helmut Zemo x Reader

Cousin Helmut: Helmut Zemo x Reader (Addams Family Crossover)

All of Me: Pre-Serum Steve Rogers x Reader

Appraisal: Helmut Zemo x Reader (Dark Fic with Soft!Dark King Zemo)

Honorable Mentions: Winter Wonderland (Bucky Barnes x Reader) and Helmut Zemo & John Wick Headcanons (Crossover) because I had so much fun with them.

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[ramp-it-up]

The Sweetest Nectar

Pairings: Sam Wilson x Reader. Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: Steve is pining for you and the fact that you are Sam’s girl doesn’t mean a thing.

Word Count: 1K.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. SMUT, 

Warnings: Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT! Read at your own risk; curate your own experience. Soft Dark Subby Nomad Steve Rogers. Darkish reader. Mention of pre-serum Steve, Lap dance in public, voyeurism, masturbation, mention of drugs and alcohol, pining, angst, teasing, exhibitionism (on reader’s part), possible non con exhibitionism (on Sam’s part). Oral sex (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up), sloppy seconds, possible cheating. All errors my own.

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You were giving your boyfriend a lap dance on Steve’s couch, and it made the host irrationally happy. 

Steve was glad that Sam had someone, especially someone as sweet as you. Damn, you were probably so fucking sweet.

Steve licked his lips as he watched your hips undulate in front of Sam’s face. This was the perfect opportunity to watch you and ogle your body, because everyone was a little tipsy and a little high and doing it too. 

It was all in fun, right?

You glanced at Steve upside down as you gyrated on Sam’s lap now, and bent backward all the way over, your braids touching the floor, giving the room a view of your luscious tits. 

Yeah. You were perfect. And this night was the highlight since Steve came out of the ice.

You winked at Steve and his face grew red, but he played it off by taking another drink and rubbing his beard while flipping his long hair out of his face.

It worked on countless other women, but you just sat back up and pulled Sam’s face into the valley of your breasts, gasping as he motorboated your clothed breasts and grabbed the glorious globes of your blue-jeaned ass. 

People laughed, but Steve’s mood changed; he started plotting dismemberment and where to scatter body parts when Bucky came up to stand beside him and watch.

“Hold it up a little higher, buddy.”

Steve didn’t tear his eyes away from you as he took another drink and replied.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“That torch you’re carrying. Maybe she’ll see it if you hold it up higher, Lady Liberty.”

Steve just scoffed and drank some more, not denying anything that Bucky had said.

Bucky laughed and went to get another beer, as Steve practically cried in his, his heart silently aching for you.

—-

You and Sam were in Steve’s bedroom, taking advantage of the fact that everyone else was doing body shots in the kitchen.

“F-f-fuckkkkk! Samuel T-t-t-hom… fuck, Samuel Thomas W-w-wilsonnnnn.”

You were grabbing Sam’s ears as he skillfully ate you out, looking down on him between your legs as he sucked and pulled and played with your clit.

“Fucky, Baby… where did you learn to do … goddamn…”

You panted to try and catch your breath as he inserted three fingers inside you and spread them out.

“Holyyyyyy Shhhhhhh!!!!!!!!” 

You came like a freight train, your knees clamping down around Sam’s head. Sam’s large hands pried you from around his face and came up for air, a triumphant smirk on his face. He held your legs open and gazed at the pretty dark, wet lips of your cunt and the creamy liquid oozing out between them.

“Learning new techniques every day. Just to keep you satisfied, darlin’,”

Sam shook his head and watched as your pretty pussy lips sheltered your still quivering folds.

“It’s a beautiful view.”

Steve silently agreed from the closet, watching your beautiful cunt shine in the dim light from the street. He had his hand wrapped around his cock, fisting himself brutally at the sights, sounds, and faint smell of you. Steve silently willed Sam to action, wanting to hear how that wet pussy sounded when it was fucked good. 

It was just like before the war, when he watched Bucky…

“Hmmmm, Daddy. Give me some. Please? Pretty please. Will you give me some of that thick dick?”

You leaned back, legs still open, looking up at Sam, who was standing now, in front of you.

Your face, fucked out and glowing, looked up at his friend as you licked your lips was everything in the world to Steve Rogers right now.

Steve imagined it was him you were begging, and he didn’t know if he wanted you to suck Sam off or let him fuck you senseless. He just knew that wanted to bust this nut.

“Assume the fucking position then.”

You whimpered, and Steve nearly bust in his hand.

“Yes, Daddy.” 

You got on all fours on the bed and that view was even better than before. Oh, how he’d eat that ass, Steve thought.

Sam smacked both cheeks three times, and your moans and sighs alone were enough to make Steve cum. He watched his friend line up his thick dick and swipe it through your folds, and could almost feel your beautiful wetness. Stevehad to bite his lips to hold in his own grunts as Sam slowly, wetly, and solidly sank into you. 

“Ohhhhhh… shit….DADDY!!!”

“Fuuuuuccccckkkkkk!”

Sam’s head lolled back on his shoulders as he bottomed out and Steve’s eyes practically rolled back in his head as he witnessed the ecstasy. 

Then, Sam looked down and smacked your ass again. Steve watched, rapt, as Sam slowly pulled almost all the way out, then plunged quickly back into your wet goodness. He bet you were so warm. Sam did it again and again and again, faster and faster, and faster. Steve stroked in time as you moaned louder and louder and louder, oblivious to the others at the party.

Steve watched your back arch, and your flesh shake and ripple with every back shot delivered. He was so fucking close.

“Daddy? Daddy? Please Daddy.. I wanna, I wanna….I neeeeeed to…”

“Cum, Darlin’... give it to me. Fuck yeah!”

Sam’s voice was a growl and as you started shaking, Steve’s cum started spilling into his palm and the sock that he was using to contain it.

“Shhsshhhhittttttt….” Steve’s whisper was not silent, but quiet enough that you two wouldn’t hear it over your own noises.

You and Sam collapsed on the bed..

“That was great, Darlin’. You shouldn’t tease me like that in public. ‘S not gonna stop me from giving it to you.” 

Sam kissed your nose.

“I am well aware of what that does to a man. Makes it that much better, Daddy.”

Sam laughed, and then moved toward the bathroom.

“We better get outta here, before Steve catches us in his bedroom.”

You looked toward the bathroom and then sat up on the edge of the bed, legs open again.

Steve saw your wrecked pussy, the combination of you and Sam seeping out, and his cock swelled again. He nearly yelled when he saw you playing in it again. It was like you were doing it just for him.

But you stopped when Sam came back out to get dressed.

“I need a little more time to get cleaned up. You go ahead.”

“Ok Darlin,” Sam leaned over and kissed your forehead and you reached for a peck on the lips.

“You made me hungry, took all my energy. I’m going to go eat some food.” 

Sam winked and left the room smiling and happy.

When the door closed, you stared straight at the closet.

“Well? Are you going to stay in there and jack off again, or are you going to come out and clean me up?”

You leaned back on your hands, legs wide.

“Now’s your chance Steve. I know you’re in there. Are you going to come out Captain?”

Steve gulped. Then he couldn’t help but comply.

“Fuck…”

Steve emerged from the closet, the tip hard cock glistening and stiff at the opening of his undone pants. He walked toward you and dropped to his knees.

You threaded your hand in his hair, brushing it away from his forehead as he closed his eyes at your touch. You guided his head toward your throbbing cunt.

“You get sloppy seconds, but I bet that’s what you like…”

“Yes ma’am.” 

Steve nodded vigorously as his tongue collected the sweetest nectar he’d ever tasted.

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[swan-of-sunrise]

A Night on the Town

Summary: Steve and (Y/N)’s first date, as told through the eyes of an extremely nervous ninety-seven year old super-soldier and a lovestruck historical-fiction novelist.

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings/Disclaimers: None

A/N: Hi guys! Today, we'll be getting a little look at Steve and Booksmart's first date after the Battle of Sokovia but before the last chapter of Age of Ultron, and I'll warn you now that there's so much freaking fluff in this one-shot! Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy!

A Night on the Town May 2015 The Home of (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and Sam Wilson, Washington D.C. (Superhero Snapshots Masterlist)

Ever since taking the super-soldier serum in 1943, Steve Rogers had grown accustom to dangerous battles filled with death-defying stunts and adrenaline-inducing action. He almost never experienced pre-battle jitters and now that he was cementing himself in the twenty-first century alongside a team of other similarly super-powered people, he knew that there was no need to be nervous with his fellow Avengers fighting at his side, no matter if they were battling aliens from the opposite end of space or murderous androids controlled by artificial-intelligence. But as he parked his motorcycle on the street in front of (Y/N) and Sam’s house, Steve’s heart pounded in his chest and after switching off the engine, he was forced to wipe his clammy hands off on his dark jeans.

“It’s just a date, Rogers…” He reassured himself, getting off the motorcycle and reaching into the back compartment to retrieve the bouquet of pink roses he’d carefully picked out for (Y/N). “A date with a woman who’s completely and utterly out of your league.” When his cell phone vibrated in his pocket, he nudged the compartment closed and withdrew the device to see who was texting him on his day off, only to heave a sigh when he saw that it was Natasha.

Nat: Go get her, super-soldier 😉

Nat: You’d better give me all the tea tomorrow, or else I’ll decorate your shield with stickers.

Nat: Have fun!

“What the hell does ‘the tea’ mean…?” Steve murmured to himself as he shook his head at the spy’s eccentricities and tucked the phone back into his pocket. He took a moment to make sure that the roses hadn’t begun to wilt on the drive over and when he was satisfied with their appearance, he made his way up the driveway by the familiar yellow Volkswagen Bug and stepped onto the porch; nervously swallowing and wincing at how dry his throat had become, Steve ran a hand through his hair before pressing the doorbell and taking a step back, a smile making its way onto his face despite the anxiety fluttering away in his stomach.

Moments later, the door swung open to reveal (Y/N) and the breath was instantly knocked out of his lungs at the stunning sight. The historical-fiction novelist was dressed in an off-the-shoulder green blouse, short black jean skirt, sheer black tights and dark brown ankle boots, and her (Y/H/C) hair was fixed in the same intricate style she’d worn to the party at the Avengers Tower. Silver hoop earrings and a delicate book-shaped pendant accentuated the graceful slope of her neck, and her subtle touches of makeup brought out the sparkle in her (Y/E/C) eyes. While Steve stared in stunned disbelief, the hints of apprehension written across (Y/N)’s face melted away into a sweet, red-hued smile that he couldn’t help but return tenfold. “Hi, Steve.”

“Hi, (Y/N). You…You look so beautiful.” The historical-fiction novelist mumbled a bashful word of thanks and Steve held the bouquet out for her to take. “These are for you. I, um, I remember you saying in one of your emails that pink roses were your favorite.”

(Y/N) beamed as she accepted the bouquet of roses and took in their sweet-smelling scent. “They’re stunning, Steve, thank you! Let me just put these in some water-”

“I’ve got it, Booksmart.” A smirking Sam appeared at the doorway with his roommate’s purse in his hands, swapping her for the bouquet and giving Steve a look of exaggerated sternness. “Good to see you, Cap. So, you two’ve got a fun night planned; you’re gonna have her home at a respectful time, right?”

“Hi, Sam. I-”

“You don’t have to answer him, Steve, he’s just being a smart-ass.” After flashing Steve a smile, (Y/N) shot her best friend a glare and slung her purse strap over her shoulder. “Don’t you have anything better to do on a Friday night than annoy us, Birdbrain?”

Sam dramatically sighed and shook his head. “Sadly, not all of us are lucky enough to snag a date with a super-soldier, but I might meet up with Nat later and go to that new bar that just opened downtown. You two have fun, but not too much fun!”

They stepped down off the porch and made their way down the driveway to Steve’s motorcycle, and (Y/N) waited until the front door closed behind Sam to heave an exasperated sigh. “He’s a real character, isn’t he?”

“He’s certainly one of a kind, that’s for sure.” They both chuckled as he reached into his bike’s back compartment and withdrew the spare helmet. “I haven’t been out to very many restaurants here in D.C., so I was hoping that you’d know of a good one we can eat at tonight. Whatever you’d like, I’m game.”

(Y/N)’s eyes lit up in excitement as she fastened the helmet’s strap under her chin. “In that case, there’s a great food truck downtown that serves, hands-down, the best Mexican food. How does that sound?”

Steve straddled the motorcycle and waited for the historical-fiction novelist to lower herself onto the seat behind him before switching the engine on. “I’ve never had Mexican food, but I’ve always wanted to give it a try.”

“Trust me, you’re going to love it!” She exclaimed over the engine’s rumbling, and Steve smiled a little to himself when he felt her arms wrap around his waist. “1560 Wilson Boulevard, you can’t miss it!”

“Yes, ma’am,” Steve shot her a teasing grin over his shoulder and reveled in the feeling of her arms tightening around him as he peeled away from the curb and sped down the street.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Seated side-by-side on a brick planter box a little ways away from Pa’ Tortas El Papi’s bustling food truck, (Y/N) and Steve enjoyed their plates of street tacos and ice-cold Coca-Cola’s and fell into easy conversation as Tejano music played in the foreground and string lights twinkled in the tree branches above. (Y/N) was pleased and a little relieved when Steve told her how delicious their dinner was, knowing how different Mexican food was to the super-soldier’s usual cuisine, and there was a proud grin on her face as she watched him eagerly finish his second plate of tacos and regaled him with stories of her many trips to the food truck with Sam. With Steve, (Y/N) felt completely at ease and all of her worries – about the fallout of the Battle of Sokovia, about the legalities surrounding her breached studio contract, about Ultron’s defeat – were put out of her mind by the super-soldier’s comforting and near-addictive presence.

“I like this song,” Steve stated after they’d lapsed into a comfortable silence, both of them enjoying the last of their sodas while they people-watched from their secluded planter box. “It has a nice melody.”

“‘Amor Prohibido,’ released as a single in 1994 from the album of the same name and sung by the incomparable Selena Quintanilla…or just Selena, if you prefer, sort of like Beyoncé or Cher. It’s about forbidden love and wanting to be with someone despite everyone else’s misgivings about their relationship.” When (Y/N) glanced up from her empty glass bottle and caught sight of the awestruck expression on the super-soldier’s face, she felt her own face begin to warm in embarrassment and she awkwardly cleared her throat before continuing. “Anyway, it’s a very good song…one of my favorites of hers, actually.”

Steve chuckled and shook his head in amazement. “Sometimes I forget just how knowledgeable you are when it comes to music, and then you go and knock me onto my ass with a pitch-perfect summation of a random song’s background and details. It sounds cliché, but I don’t know any other word to call it other than incredible, (Y/N).” His azure eyes were shining as he spoke, and (Y/N) knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he meant every word he uttered; her lips curved into a smile before she wordlessly pressed a kiss onto the smooth skin of his cheek and scooted closer to lean her head on his shoulder, smiling even more when she felt his large hand gently wrap itself around hers. “My Spanish is a little rusty, but I’ll bet that there’s a music expert around here that could translate some of it for me.”

“‘Aquí solo importa nuestro amor, te quiero…’” (Y/N) quietly sang along to the impassioned tune and gave Steve’s hand a gentle squeeze as she translated. “‘All that matters here is our love, I love you…’”

Although they’d finally confessed their love for one another just two weeks prior, saying those three simple words aloud again sent a warm tingle throughout (Y/N)’s body, and she was reminded of the super-soldier’s breathtaking grin and the feel of his soft lips caressing hers as they stood in the deserted hangar of the old S.H.I.E.L.D. helicarrier.

Instead of replying, Steve simply closed his eyes and hummed along to the melody of the song as a light blush dusted over his cheeks, and (Y/N) seized the rare opportunity to study her distracted date; his handsome face was fully free of the guarded expression he’d continuously worn when they first met, making him appear younger and resemble the ninety-five pound man he’d always been before his recruitment into Project Rebirth, and her heart warmed in her chest when she realized her role in helping him open up and slowly but surely join a world that he once believed that he would never belong in. Not many people are lucky enough to see the man behind the shield, (Y/N) thought as she rested her head back on Steve’s shoulder and smiled to herself, but right now I feel like I’m the luckiest person alive.

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“Wait a minute. Wait a minute, Doc, uh, are you tellin’ me you built a time machine…out of a DeLorean?”

“The way I see it, if you’re gonna built a time machine into a car, why not do it with some style?”

The auditorium echoed with chuckles of amusement at Doc Brown’s reply and while the time traveling car suddenly blazed its way back onto the screen, Steve bit his lip to hide his disbelief from (Y/N), who was engrossed in the ongoing film right beside him. When he picked a 30th Anniversary screening of Back to the Future for his and (Y/N)’s first date, it hadn’t occurred to him that it was a film revolving around time travel, and the irony of being a man out of time taking his incredibly modern girlfriend to see it was definitely not lost on him. It was a fun film that took a more science-fiction route in regard to the time travel aspect – and as someone who’d gone from 1945 to 2012 in the blink of an eye, it was a nice change of pace seeing someone go from present day to being a fish out of water in the past – but Steve started to feel slightly uncomfortable when the high school-aged George McFly was introduced.

Unsurprisingly, Steve was the furthest thing from popular in high school; he was short, skinny and interested in art and the few girls who’d acknowledge his presence were only interested in fishing for a date with Bucky. The only real difference between him and George McFly was that, despite his abysmal success rate, he always fought back against his bullies instead of cowering from confrontation like George. However, it was George’s infatuation with Lorraine that struck Steve; like him, the high-schooler was hopeless with girls and had a difficult time expressing himself around his crush, something that Steve still struggled with over eighty years later. It had taken nothing short of a world-ending threat for Steve to finally confess his love to (Y/N) and when the adrenaline of the Battle of Sokovia finally wore off, so too did his forwardness.

Bucky always made this sort of thing look so damn easy, Steve silently bemoaned and swallowed thickly, his eyes trained on the screen as he contemplated whether or not he should wrap his arm around the historical-fiction novelist’s shoulders. He reached into their shared bucket of popcorn and sucked in a sharp breath when his fingers suddenly brushed against (Y/N)’s; when he looked over at her, she was smiling at him and he felt himself smile back as she tossed a kernel of popcorn into her mouth that was accompanied by a flirtatious wink and returned her attention back to the screen.

It wasn’t until George and Lorraine’s much-anticipated dance in the school’s decorated gymnasium that Steve found the opportune moment to make his move. Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, he moved his arm up and slowly lowered it to rest around (Y/N)’s shoulders; he was careful to avoid the bare skin of her shoulder and curl his fingers around the silky material covering her upper arm, but the respectful gesture didn’t stop him from feeling the warmth radiating off of her or detecting the subtle uptick of her heartbeat at his careful touch. Steve’s own breath hitched when the historical-fiction novelist not only scooted closer to his side, but also rested her head on his shoulder; he didn’t bother fighting the smile that stretched across his face as his body relaxed and he leaned his cheek against the top of her head, feeling nothing but love for the woman sitting beside him while they both watched George and Lorraine finally share a sweet kiss.

“Earth Angel, Earth Angel, please be mine. My darling dear, love you for all time. I’m just a fool, a fool in love with you…”

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The moon was shining high in the darkened sky when Steve finally took (Y/N) back home. After the movie, they’d spontaneously decided to visit a nearby ice cream parlor and enjoy their frozen treats while strolling around the block arm-in-arm, and it wasn’t until they noticed several bars beginning to close for the night that they realized just how late it was; they were having too much fun eating their ice cream and laughing at (Y/N)’s many attempts to teach Steve how Instagram filters worked, but they were mainly just enjoying spending time in one another’s presence. The rumbling of the super-soldier’s motorcycle ceased when he parked in front of (Y/N) and Sam’s house and switched off the engine, and silence settled over the street as he gallantly walked alongside her to the porch.

“I had a lot of fun tonight.” Standing on the porch, (Y/N) gave Steve – who was nearly eye-to-eye with her from where he stood at the base of the steps – a teasing grin. “You sure know how to show a lady a good time, Captain Rogers.”

Steve chuckled at that. “Yeah, well, you’d be the first lady to ever think that; most of Bucky and mine’s double dates usually ended with my date forgetting that I existed and both gals trying to make a move on Buck.”

“I suppose it’s their loss and my gain, then.” While Steve’s cheeks turned pink at her compliment, (Y/N) shrugged off the leather jacket he’d insisted on letting her wear when she started to shiver during their stroll, cringing at the cool night air on her flushed skin but handing the jacket over to him; she took a moment to admire the super-soldier’s muscular physique while he slid his jacket back on and was forced to clear her throat before continuing. “Well, I…I should probably head in; Sam’s probably spying on us as we speak and waiting to interrogate me.”

“I’m sure he’d be at the window if he hadn’t fallen asleep while watching reruns of NCIS.” A teasing smile of his own curved his lips upwards when (Y/N) furrowed her brow in confusion. “Good hearing’s just one of the many side effects of being a super-soldier.”

Sometimes, it was easy for (Y/N) to forget that the man standing before her was Captain America, a bonafide superhero who could lift a ton without breaking a sweat and who miraculously survived being frozen in ice for nearly seventy years. To her, he was just Steve Rogers, a handsome man who strived to learn as much as he could, who had a dry but witty sense of humor and who made her feel well and truly loved. “I meant what I said earlier,” (Y/N) quietly admitted and reached out to hold one of Steve’s hands. “Tonight was the most fun I’ve had in…well, a pretty long time.”

Steve’s azure eyes softened as he nodded in agreement. “Me too. I wish it didn’t have to end.” When she arched a brow at that, his eyes widened in panic and he stammered out, “T-That’s, um, that’s not what I meant, I wasn’t trying to…not that I don’t want to, you know, but…I swear, I’m not implying that you and I should…” He awkwardly rubbed at the back of his neck and let out an embarrassed groan. “Ninety-seven, and I still can’t talk to a beautiful woman without gettin’ tongue-tied.”

(Y/N) giggled. “That’s true…” Smiling, she brought her free hand up card her fingers through his hair before gently cupping his smooth jaw. “But it’s also one of the many things I love about you.”

Steve gave her a breathtaking grin and leaned forward, his impossibly-long eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks as his soft lips met hers; the gentle and passionate way that Steve kissed her made her feel cherished and while his hand moved to rest on the curve of her waist, she couldn’t help but marvel at how the highly-trained super-soldier’s touch was nothing short of reverential when it came to her. His kisses were addictive and as they finally separated for air, she found herself moving forward to press one last lingering kiss onto his swollen lips before pulling away far enough to meet his hooded gaze. “That was…”

“Scandalous? Inappropriate?” (Y/N) jokingly offered. “Something that would’ve ruined both our reputations in the 1940’s?”

“Incredible.” Steve finished, and the tender gleam that filled his azure eyes as he looked at her caused her own cheeks to flush. “You’re incredible, sunshine.”

That was the first time he’d ever called her something other than her given name, and the added emphasis on the term of affection certainly wasn’t lost on her. In the back of her mind, she resolved to ask him about it one day but in that moment, she all but glowed and bit her lip in a poor attempt to hide her bashful grin. “I know how busy you are with the move to the Avengers’ new facility and the fallout of the Battle of Sokovia, so I’m not sure when we’ll be able to go out again but I hope it’s soon.” After Steve nodded in agreement, (Y/N) pressed a chaste kiss onto his cheek and with a small pang of reluctance, she pulled away from his arms and finally let go of his hand. “G’night, Steve.”

“’Night, (Y/N).”

They shared one final smile before turning away from one another, (Y/N) to unlock the front door and step inside and Steve to walk down to where he’d parked his motorcycle. She gave him a wave once she saw him sitting astride the bike and stepped into the house, but the brief chime of her cell phone forced her to quickly lock up before checking her unread text messages.

Steve: I don’t think that there’s an adequate enough way to thank you for such a wonderful night, sunshine, but I was hoping I could take you out again tomorrow night. I’ll pick you up at eight for dinner and another movie?

While her heart practically burst out of her chest with happiness, (Y/N) typed out a brief but enthusiastic reply and tiptoed into the living room to wake her sleeping roommate, but not before giving the vase of pink roses sitting on the kitchen counter an appraising smile and taking note of the fading rumble of a familiar motorcycle outside.

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A/N: And there we have it! What did you think of their first date?? Thank you all so much for reading and commenting! I’ve created a Spotify playlist inspired by this series, and I’ll be updating it every time I upload a new chapter. Enjoy!

Spotify Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3ziGMhEsAw833GQ9eV44nR?si=6dfead09c76848d5 

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[imyourbratzdoll]

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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 18+ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊. 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆! 𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐎 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 18 𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄! 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐘

AGE AND SIZE DIFFERENCE IS ADDED TO ALL! ALL MEN ARE LARGER THAN THE READER! THE ELVES ARE THE SIZE OF HER PALM!

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𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐬:

𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒚 (ma fée) - were-bear ari levinson x fairy reader

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𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒚 (ma lapin) - easter bunny logan howlett x mrs claus reader

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𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 (ma ange) - elf steve rogers x mrs claus reader

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𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 (ma coeur) - santa ari levinson x mrs claus reader

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𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓 (mon étoile) - elf ransom drysdale x mrs claus reader

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𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 (ma fleur) - elf jake jensen x mrs claus reader

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𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒍𝒚 (ma papillon) - elf frank adler x mrs claus reader

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𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒗𝒆 (ma colombe) - the grinch bucky barnes x mrs claus reader

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𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍 (ma perle) - lifeguard ari levinson x tiny reader

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𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 (mon trésor) - elf johnny storm x mrs claus reader

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𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 (ma princesse) - elf curtis everett x mrs claus reader

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𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒆 (mon biche) - elf lee bodecker x mrs claus reader

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𝒎𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 (ma chaton) - jock jake wyler x nerdy girlfriend reader

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𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 (mon amour) - bull hybrid ari levinson x farmer reader

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𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 (ma chérie) - were-bear henry cavill x bunny hybrid reader

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𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 (ma pêche) - steve kemp x girlfriend reader

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𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒃𝒆𝒆 (ma bourdon) - best friend’s dad ari levinson x young reader x his friend andy barber

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𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒘𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒑 (ma goutte de rosée) - willy wonka x lover reader

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𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆 (ma douce rose) - best friend’s brother curtis everett x innocent reader

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𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 (ma lumière des étoiles) - rick grimes x best friend reader

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𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒖𝒏 (mon soleil) - elf lloyd hansen x mrs claus reader

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𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒂𝒓 (mon sucre) - luke danes x partner reader

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𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒍𝒍 (ma poupée) - stepdad bucky barnes x stepdaughter reader

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𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒑𝒊𝒆 (ma tarte aux cerises) - stepdad steve rogers x stepdaughter reader

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𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒑𝒍𝒖𝒎 (ma prune de sucre) - stepbrother curtis everett x stepsister reader

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𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒍𝒖𝒎 (ma prune) - winter soldier bucky barnes x pretty reader

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𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃

𝒄𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 - cupid pre-serum steve rogers x lovesick reader

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[nekoannie-chan]

Week 48 Reblog Masterlist

Welcome to Week 48 2023 or Week 204, as always, fics would be listed in the order I read them.

I hope you enjoy it!

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This is the list of the fics I read and recommend in Week 48 2023:

Kinktober day 17 (Stucky X Reader) by @lillian-gallows ❤️

Fic (Brock Rumlow X Reader, Winter Solder X Reader) by @itwasthereaminuteago🖤❤️

Say it back (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @fandoms-writings 💙

Learn my lesson (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki ❤️

Kinktober day 18 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @lilacliquors ❤️

Halloween is the perfect time for tricks—and treats (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @witchywithwhiskey 🖤❤️

Dating pre-serum Steve Rogers would include (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @she-who-writes-for-multi-fandoms💚

This love part 3 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @lives-in-midgard💚

Seven minutes part II (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @anika-ann❤️

Inside her fantasy part I (Ransom Drysdale X Reader) by @georgiapeach30513 💚❤️

An old life (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @astyrial💚

Fic (Stucky X Reader) by @madeforstarker💚

Forbidden fruit (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sebastianstanisahotmf ❤️

Dysfunction or wrong direction (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @l1tw1ck ❤️

Drean a little dream of me part 2 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @paperweight91💙

Happy ending (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @imtryingbuck💙

Real life tasks with Ransom Drysdale (Ransom Drysdale X Reader) by @wiypt-writes ❤️

As sweet as cake 6.1 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sunvmars 💚❤️

Dark nights (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @kinanabinks 🖤❤️

We’ll always protect you (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @nicoline1998enilocin 💙

Kinktober day 18 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @gatorbites-imagines❤️

Morning glory (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @lavykitty❤️

If I could give you the moon (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sunvmars 💙❤️

Promises left behind part 2 (Sirius Black X Reader) by @moim0i 💚💙

All I want for Christmas is you (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @there-goes-thefighter 💚

My knight in white (Marc Spector X Reader) by @flightlessangelwings ❤️

Steve fic (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @biteofcherry❤️

Back and forth prologue: flash forward (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @anika-ann 💚💙

#Annie recommends

[youre-amazing-say-it]

hmmm steve x reader, involving a cat? let's see what you can do with that 😂

okay so I'm going with Rogers for this one because I have a great idea

Cat-Sitting

Summary: Bucky asks you and Steve to watch Alpine while he is away on a mission.

A/N: This is just fluff and i making up the fact that Steve was allergic to cats pre-serum because i can :)

"Thanks again for doing this, you guys. I really appreciate it." Bucky said while he carried in the litter box.

"Anytime Buck, plus it gives Steve a chance to warm up to Alpine." Bucky had to leave for a week-long mission and his normal cat sitter wasn't available, so you volunteered yourself and Steve to watch the white furball. Steve has never been a big fan of cats since he was allergic to them pre-serum. Even though he is no longer allergic, he still has never been a big fan of them. You hope the next week would change his mind.

A couple of hours later, you and Alpine were curled up on the couch while you were enjoying a nice book. You were stroking back his white fur when you heard the front door open. It was too comfortable to move so you just called out "In the living room honey" as you continued to read. You heard his footsteps get louder as he turned the corner.

"Hey hon.. oh," he said as he took in the image in front of him. "I forgot we were watching him," Steve said as he sat on the chair next to the couch. "Alpine is doing great so far, aren't you pal?" you said as you scratched behind his ear as he let out a purr. You got off the couch as you held Apline in your arms. You made your way to steve "I'm happy you're back," you said as you kissed his soft lips. "I need to shower and Alpine needs a cuddle buddy, so here you go." You sat Alpine down on Steve's lap as Steve moved around uncomfortably.

"Does he really need a 'cuddle buddy' or is it just an excuse for me to hang out with him?" steve said as you walked up the stairs. "come on this is a great way for you to get used to animals. plus, how could you not find him adorable!" you said as you shut the bathroom door. Steve looked down at the ball of fur on his lap. He started to pet Alpine's head, and he saw as his head leaned into Steve's touch. Steve put on a soft smile before getting more comfortable on the chair.

2 DAYS LATER

"Hey hon, I'm heading off," you said as you walked into Steve's office at your shared home. Steve was finishing up some mission reports, while you were heading off to a meeting. Steve lifted his head up from the desk to take a look at you. He let out a sigh as he gazed at your body. "I still don't understand how I got so lucky," he said as you walked toward him. You leaned down to give him a kiss. "Right back as you, Captain." You said as Steve wrapped his arms around your neck, deepening the kiss.

"As much as I would love to continue this, I am running late," you said as you walked out the door. "Make sure to give Alpine some company while I'm gone," you said before peeking your head out the door "please?" you said as you looked into his blue eyes. "If I finish these reports early then yes," Steve said looking at you. "Okay" you smiled as you actually left.

Steve was still working on the reports before he heard the pattering paws of Alpine make their way to the office. Steve looked towards the door and sure enough, the cat was looking right into Steve's eyes. "Can I help you?" Steve said looking at the cat. Alpine just looked back at Steve with his dark eyes. Steve sighed as he moved the blanket he had off his lap and pat it.

Alpine got the hint as he made his way over to steve and jumped into his lap. he quickly put his head onto Steve's thighs and let out a soft purr. Steve wouldn't admit this out loud, but he started to gain a liking for the white bundle of joy.

3 DAYS LATER

You had a work event that ran a lot later than you liked. It was past Steve's unofficial bedtime which only made you sad because you only had limited conversations with him today. You took off your heels as you made your way around the house, picking up things off the floor and looking for Alpine at the same time. You head upstairs towards the bedroom. You still couldn't find the cat, but you figured that he was just hiding or in a cozy corner. As you opened the door to your bedroom, you felt your heart melt.

Steve was sound asleep on his side of the bed, with Alpine laying on his chest, steves hand still on him. You knew Steve started to like the cat but was just too stubborn to admit it. You took your phone out of your back pocket and made sure the flash was off before taking a picture. You quickly made the picture your background before you headed to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

LAST DAY WITH ALPINE

"Thanks again for watching him, you guys," Bucky said as he loaded the last of Alpine's belongings into his truck. "Of course anytime," you said as you wrapped your arm around steves waist. Steve was having a hard time letting alpine go this morning, which made the surprise you had for him even better.

As the two of you watch Bucky drive away, you turned to face a Sad Steve™ and your heart broke. You lightly ran your hand over his arms. "Hey hon, I have some errands I need to run. Care to come with me?" you said looking into his eyes. He let out a sigh before nodding.

as the two of you were on the road, Steve zoned out and wasn't talking. "Bubs, what's up? miss alpine already?" You said as you let a hand rub his knee. "Is it bad that I got attached so quickly to him?" he said as he took your hand in his. "Not at all, it's sweet actually. and makes me happy you came with me on my errands." You said as you turned into a lot that steve didn't recognize. He looked at the stores in the lot before his eyes lit up at one in particular. Hope's Shelter.

HE looked at you quickly. "What do you say, hun. want to get your own alpine?" you said until Steve's lip crashed on your own. he deepened the kiss and you accepted it easily. he let you breathe as your foreheads touched. "I love you Y/n."

"I love you too Steve," you said to him as you both entered the Shelter, eager to get a new member for your small family.

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[navybrat817]

Hello, lovelies! As a working mom and writer, I often fall behind on reading and reblogging fics from fellow writers. I decided to take part in the Stardust Reblog Challenge put together by @natrace as a small step to change that! My goal is to reblog one fic a day between September 1st and December 31st, hopefully more! Below are the fics shared and will feature Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans characters (for now). Show these writers some love and please heed any warnings provided. Enjoy!

Moodboard by yours truly and dividers by the talented @saradika.

September Fics

9/1 - It Had to Be You (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @s-tarksintern

9/2 - Plan B (Dark!Ari Levinson x Reader, Dark!Andy Barber) by @slyyywriting

Happy Birthday Doll (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @secretswiftymarvelfan

9/3 - Truth Conquers All - Part 1 (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @yarnforbrains

9/4 - Waiting for This (Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader) by @musingsinmoonlight

9/5 - You Really Wanna Do This Now? (Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @luxeavenger

Lap Time (Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @tumblin-theworldaway

9/6 - Infinity (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

9/7 - Chaleur (Pre-serum!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @moonstruckbucky

9/8 - Monster (Bucky Barnes one-shot) by @moonbeambucky

9/9 - Comfort (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @jewels2876

9/10 - Drunk Or Baby (Andy Barber x Reader) by @fictional-affairs

9/11 - Baker's Dozen (Dark!Steve Rogers x Black!Reader) by @boxofbonesfic

9/12 - Dangerous Dance (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @princessmisery666

9/13 - Hands (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @qu1etwolf

9/14 - Cold Little Paws (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @majestyeverlasting

9/15 - Fingers (Tattoo!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @buckycuddlebuddy

9/16 - Spooky Season (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

9/17 - Into This World, We're Thrown (Steve Kemp x Reader) by @onceuponastory

Lee Bodecker in the Fall (Lee Bodecker x Reader) by @treatbuckywkisses

Blind as a Bat (Jake Jensen x Reader) by @pagesoflauren

9/18 - Sleepy (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @sweetdreamsbuck

Prism (Robert Pronge x Reader) by @needleandhammer

9/19 - Playing For Keeps (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @tuiccim

Narcissist (Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @chrissquares

9/20 - Boring, Boring, Boring (Lloyd Hansen x Dark!Reader) by @rustytricycle

9/21 - A Gentleman in the Streets (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @christywantspizza

9/22 - Love by Moonlight (Werewolf!Bucky Barnes x Black!Reader) by @strangeprincex-writes

9/23 - Down a Rabbit Hole (Dark!Jefferson x Reader) by @sgt-seabass

9/24 - Happy Ending (Steve Rogers x Mutant!Reader) by @nekoannie-chan

9/25 - Once Upon a Blue Moon - Part 1 (Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader) by @sagechanoafterdark

9/26 - Hold Me Please? (Stucky x Reader) @doasyoudesireandlive

9/27 - Personal Project (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @slothspaghettiwrites

9/28 - Autumn Remembered (Ari Levinson x Reader x Andy Barber) by @wayward-blonde

Soft Ransom (Ransom Drysdale x Asian!Reader) by @brandycranby

Disarmed (Jake Jensen x Reader) by @ghotifishreads

9/29 - Would I Lie to You? (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki

9/30 - Dirty Dishes (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @jen-with-a-pen

Parade (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @rodrikstark

Possession (Lloyd Hansen x Black!Reader) by @xsapphirescrollsx

October Fics

10/1 - Who's Your Daddy? (Destroyer!Chris x Reader) by @emerald-chaos

10/2 - In the Weeds (Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

10/3 - Meet Your Match (Dark Serial Killer!Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @dreamlessinparis

10/4 - Make a Wish (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @sweeterthanthis

10/5 - Post Break Up (Hal Carter x Reader) by @writing-what-writing

10/6 - Unwell (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @msmarvelwrites

10/7 - Watching Your Footsteps (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @lokislastlove

10/8 - Abduction (Curtis Everett x Reader) by @georgiapeach30513

10/9 - Rogers Family Recipe (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Enchant (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

10/10 - I.O.U. (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

10/11 - A Whittle More Practice (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Dance in the Dark (Ghost!Steve Rogers x Asian!Reader)

10/12 - Meeting GiGi (Steve Rogers x Reader)

10/13 - See What You Do to Me? (Nomad!Steve Rogers x Reader)

The Things You Do (Steve Rogers x Reader)

November Fics

December Fics

December Masterlist

#stardust reblog challenge #fic recs #writer recs #fic rec masterlist #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #dark!ari levinson x reader #dark!andy barber x reader #alpha!steve rogers x omega!reader #mob!steve rogers x reader #andy barber x reader #dark!steve rogers x black!reader #steve kemp x reader #lee bodecker x reader #jake jensen x reader #robert pronge x reader #lloyd hansen x reader #destroyer!chris x reader #hal carter x reader #curtis everett x reader

[frostironfudge]

Chris Evans Characters Masterlist

hello, I'm fudge and this is my Chris Evans Masterlist, anything and everything (mostly Steve, Andy and Ari) Chris Evans Characters is here. please make sure to read all the warnings before reading each piece. your media consumption is your responsibility. please note minors dni with smut or dark themed content.

Main Masterlist // AO3

Divider by @silkholland

Contains Smut **

One Shots

Steve Rogers

I Know Exactly Where This Leads [Submission for barnesafterglow 's all’s well writing challenge] **

Hide Your Lies (SoftDark!Mafia!Stucky AU)[submission for boxofbonesfic 's #Beastyoumadeofme22] **

Post Its and Doodles [frostironfudge's funfair - mini movie theatre]

I Cannot Bring Myself To Let You Go (Pre-Serum!Steve Rogers) [frostironfudge's funfair - house of song - Can't Remember to Forget You - Shakira ft. Rihanna]

Press Four For Poppet **

Keep My Secret - Stucky x Reader (Dark Fic)

I Need You To Listen **

Hide From Me **

Multi-Part Fics:

Stencils, Bouquets & Icing

An AU where Bucky is a tattoo artist and Steve is a florist, both find love much closer than they anticipated. Steve in Bucky's tattoo artist apprentice nicknamed Petal and Bucky in the baker opposite to his shop nicknamed Cupcake.

Pairing: Steve x Fem!Reader

Masterlist

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Andy Barber

Pretty Princess **

Marked With My Initial - (Incubus Andy Barber) **

You Bring Light Into My Life - (Andy x Desi!Fem Reader)

Ari Levinson

Over and Over **

You Said I Was Your Favourite **

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[gatorbites-imagines]

Hey! I really enjoy your work, especially “Party of one, two, three?”, and I was wondering if I could please request a part 2 to that if not thats fine! I just really liked it and am excited to see more of your work in the future! Thank you! And I apologize for how awkward I am this is my first time making a request 😅

Party of one, two, three? 

 Part 2

 Pre-serum Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x FTM reader

I still know very little about the time period and how things worked for the lgbtq in Brooklyn around WW2. I’m basing what I know off of things I’ve read and videos I’ve watched.

Features period typical homophobia and transphobia and things like that.

Steve and Bucky know Y/N is trans btw.

 This isn’t as good as part one, but I hope you like it anyways.

Steve and Y/N split ways when they came to the taller of the two’s apartment, which wasn’t saying much since they were both similar in height. Y/N waved his friend off using his cap, taking it off his head to flick it about like one would when one the train and you had half your body out the windows. Steve shot his friend a small smile and gave his own way before he kept walking.

Y/N watched his blonde friend for a short while, before crawling the long agonizing way up to his apartment. The burning in his ribs and chest having seemingly doubled on the walk home. The man cursed to himself as he stumbled, having to lean against the wall as his vision started swimming and his lungs protested quite violently. He coughed a few times before forcing himself to keep moving, deciding he would let himself collapse when he got inside.

And collapse he did. When he got inside his apartment, Y/N shucked off his hat, his coat, and was only out of one of his boots before he flopped onto the sorry excuse of a couch he owned, and let the darkness take him. He knew some of the people who were like him would give him a reaming for not removing the many layers of wrap around his chest, but Y/N never felt quite himself without it, it felt as if he was a fraud, the very thing his parents and school bullies picked on him for, when he was just “a confused girl”.

When Y/N finally came too once more, it was to the sound of banging on his front door. He couldn’t seem to get his eyes to focus, and everything sounded like he was under water. Y/N felt sweaty and clammy in his clothes, and his ribcage protested if he took more than a small inhale. He heard voices outside his door, and if he was in any clearer state of mind, he would have realized it was his two dear friends, Steve and Bucky.

The lock could be heard as a key was put in and turned, and suddenly the door was open. Y/Ns sluggish mind reminded him that his friends both owned copies of his house key, just as Y/N owned theirs, just in case of emergencies. The man struggled to lift his head, and when he got it slightly upright it felt as if all blood rushed up and he collapsed back onto the couch again.

When Y/N opened his eyes again, it was to the blurry image of Bucky leaning over him, his mouth moving like he was talking. He felt hands patting his cheeks as if to wake him up, and soon Steve appeared, wiping Y/Ns sweaty face with a cold wet washcloth. Y/N wheezed softly as his vision cleared up enough that he could focus on their faces, guilt gnawing at his insides at the scared and worried expressions on the faces of the two men whom he loved more than he should.

There was some moving them, and Bucky had to pull Y/N into a sitting position, grabbing onto the shorter male’s shirt as he almost fell forward right off the couch. He could hear Steve and Bucky speaking above him, the words wrapping, tight, breathing passing through the haze that was still over him. Y/N shut his eyes, wanting to just lean against Bucky’s broad frame and go back to sleep.

Steve suddenly got off the couch, and Bucky moved Y/N around till the shorter man was sat between the brunettes’ thighs. Y/N gave a small groan at the sudden movement, and he grabbed at Bucky’s wrists clumsily as his friend started undoing the buttons of his shirt. If it was any other time, Y/N would be throwing his hat into the air and dancing, but as of now he wasn’t focused enough to truly realize what was happening.

The shirt had been unbuttoned and was halfway removed when Steve returned, in his hand a pair of larger fabric scissors. It had been a gift from Steve’s mother when Y/N was younger, so that he could cut and adjust any clothes he bought. Bucky pulled off the last of the faded button up and threw it to the floor.

It was first when he and Steve in a display of teamwork started rolling up the sweaty undershirt Y/N was wearing, when his dehydrated and whoozy mind seemed to catch up. He gave a jolt, trying to struggle against the two pairs of hands on him, not that it did much as he just gave a few twitches and leant to the side, where Bucky caught him and pulled him upright again, causing Y/N to fall back against the built chest of the brunette.

Tears gathered in his eyes as Y/N felt the undershirt be pulled over his head, the wrongness of his two friends seeing him feeling suffocating. Y/N wanted to throw up as Steve looked at the many layers of bandages wrapped tightly around his friend’s ribcage. It felt like he was being peeled open and dissected like some kind of lab creature, and a strangled sob escaped Y/Ns chest as Steve took the scissors and started cutting the layers that had been strangling the man since last night.

An ugly choked noise left Y/N as the bandages were removed and thrown off to the side, his still weak hands coming up to cover himself as he shut his eyes, not wanting to see the disgusted or horrified expressions of the two men’s faces.

Tears kept running down his face as Y/Ns thoughts spiralled, his lip wobbling as he tried to curl in on himself. A pair of hands cradled his face, causing him to open his eyes and meet the blue that were Steve’s eyes. There was no disgust, only worry. He spoke softly, as if trying to calm the crying man down, the scrawny man wiping away a tear with his thumb.

A flush rose to Y/Ns cheeks at the intimate touch, and he almost jolted right out of his skin as he felt lips press a kiss to his shoulder, a pair of larger workers hands rubbing at his hipbones. “S-steve, Buck… what… what are you doing?” Y/N whimpered, eyes still misty.

“We… talked yesterday. When we got home. We were gonna tell you this morning, but when you weren’t answering the door we got worried.” Steve confessed, eyes falling to the floor in embarrassment, a blush being very visible on the pale blondes’ face.

“Yeah sweetheart. When we saw you on the couch like that? I don’t think I’ve been that scared before.” Bucky murmured behind you, pressing another kiss against your naked shoulder. He almost sounded small as he said what he did, Bucky pressing his face into the side of your neck.

“We´re sorry we forced the binding off like that, but you were really out of it Y/N, you know how dangerous it is” Steve commented, voice going up a few octaves at the mention of the danger. Fresh tears sprung to Y/Ns eyes at the reminder, the man lowering his face and breaking the eye contact hed had with Steve.

“I’m… I’m sorry, I just” Y/N choked out, struggling to find words to really express how he was feeling. “You don’t have to tell us Y/N, just please… if it gets bad just tell us, okay?” was Bucky’s reply, his lips brushing against the skin of Y/Ns neck. His voice was shaky like he was struggling not to cry.

Steve leant forward and pressed a kiss to Y/Ns forehead. “Just try and catch your breath, okay? Cough if you need too, and when you feel better, we´ll talk about all of this” he muttered, tucking in close to Y/Ns front, his hands falling to wrap loosely around both Y/N and Bucky. Y/N rested his head against the small shoulder of Steve, taking in a deep breath and inwardly cringing at the flem like sound he could hear and feel from his chest.

Y/N shut his eyes again, but this time it was to focus on breathing, the man holding onto the connection between him and the two men whom he loved, using it to ground him. As soon as he could breath without issue, he had to ask about the kisses, and maybe this time he could allow himself to flush and even kiss them back instead of crying all over them.

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[deliciousangelfestival]

My Problematic Girl-Chapter 5

Character: College!Steve Rogers x Rich!Female Reader

Prologue:  Steve has lived being nobody in this prestigious university. He just wants to graduate and get a job to get more money to pay the bills for his mother's surgery. 

But his life turned upside when a new student attended his class. His quiet and dull life became dangerous and full of surprises.

×××

She exhaled the cigarette smoke from her lips. She still doesn’t care even though he told her he has asthma. 

She looked at Steve and said, “Bark for me.”

Steve felt humiliated, and his pride was crushed. But she held his life and secrets. He had to bury his dignity to the ground, and he murmured, 

“Woof.”

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‘See you tomorrow’.

That's what she said. But she didn't come to campus again. 

He doesn’t have Y/N's phone number; even if he did, he doesn’t want to know where she is. 

At least walking alone on the campus gives him peace of mind. Steve went to the storage building behind the art faculty building. He wants to reorganize the painting that he put in storage. 

The purpose of the storage is to put the students' artwork, but nobody ever uses it. Except for Steve, his apartment doesn’t have enough space to put all his artwork. So the storage became his studio. 

Oasis is a perfect word to describe it. The only place he could be free. 

He types the code to open the door; one of the most incredible things about Stark University is its security system. 

Steve pushed the door to see his favorite place, but instead, what he saw was…

Nothing. 

"Urgh." He wants to pass out. Steve grabbed the asthma inhaler from his bang to his mouth to breathe.

What the heck is going on here? 

Before he could think clearly, he got a text message from an unknown number that said. 

"West Building. 5 Minutes."

Steve immediately sprints to the location. He could figure out who sent it because of the site. It is the chancellor's office. 

That means she's there, and she took his painting. 

"Hufft"

Steve was able to take a breath when he arrived. 

There he saw the works that he thought had gone missing turned out to be inside the chancellor's office. 

But something is different from his painting because his canvas is framed now. 

It looks more beautiful than before. But who did this?

"Oh, you're here."

Steve was taken aback by his painting; he didn't realize there was a photo lighting, camera, photographer, and the last person he wanted to see.

Y/N.

Today she dressed in a light blue tweed suit with white stiletto heels. She looks different if he met her for the first time, he would probably thought she's a normal person.

Steve wants to scream at her for almost making him go insane, but he holds it in because other people are here.

"What's going on?"

"We're going to promote your painting using him." Y/N pointed her finger to the make-up table where everyone gathered.

"Tony."

Everyone near the make-up table stops what they're doing and makes way for the person who sits in the center to stand up. 

Tony Stark. Steve never saw him this close. He became nervous.

"I could see why she chose you." Tony straightened his suit while walking towards Steve. 

Then he pointed at one painting. "That's an amazing art piece. Why did I never see your painting in the hallway?"

So, in the Art Faculty, there's always an event where they choose one artwork from the student every month. Most of the students from his class got chosen, except Steve.

Steve answered, "Because the chosen painting is based on likes on social media. And I don't have that many friends."

"Hmm, bummer."

Tony's answer made Steve grit his teeth. It reminded him of Y/N. 

"Next time, I will get the expert to judge not by popular contest. If Y/N didn't meet you, I wouldn't discover the hidden talents from my campus."

When Steve heard that, he felt giddy inside because someone famous as Tony appreciated his work. 

Choosing Tony to promote his art is a good move because even though Tony is an eccentric man, he is also a trendsetter. Many wealthy men looked up to him. 

They will follow in his footsteps if they see Tony's new interest, collecting Steve's art.

Steve hated to admit it, but Y/N made the best move. 

Tony crossed his arms and tapped his fingers, still looking at Steve from head to toe. He sighed. "You're too skinny, and you need to have a makeover. I can't be photographed with you like this."

He waved his hand to call his secretary "Jarvis."

A man with a British accent approaches Tony, "Yes, sir."

Tony pointed at Steve and said, "Hired a trainer and stylist for this kid. Prepare him before the exhibition."

Jarvis noted on the tablet, "I will arrange it."

'Ehh?!' What did he just say? Trainer and stylist?

'CLAP!'

Tony clapped his hands, which made the photoshoot crew look at him; he smiled at them and said, "Shall we start?"

When everyone's attention move to Tony, Steve uses this chance to talk to Y/N. He grabbed his hand and said, "You almost gave me a heart attack. I thought my paintings were stolen."

Y/N touched his right chest; her sudden action made him blush. He immediately pushed her hand away. 

She chuckled, amused by his reaction. "Your heart is beating normally."

"I'm not in the mood for jokes right now, Y/N. You took everything I had out of the blue without telling me." 

Steve doesn't have much; his painting is his most precious treasures. 

And Y/N just took all he had without asking him. Steve clenched his fist.

His anger from the past came back, and he said, "Just like your father. Brian L/N."

When he mentioned her father's name, he swore he saw Y/N lose her usual calm composure. 

She turns her face away from Steve. He notices both of her hands start trembling again, like yesterday. 

Then her shoulder shook, and he could hear her laughing. She looked at him and said, "Bravo, Steve. You weren't as clueless as I thought."

Steve clenched his fist; he wanted to scream at this woman. Why could she laugh while he was stressed out and couldn’t sleep? 

She glanced at her watch and said, "Let's have a drink, and I'll explain everything to you."

He gasped; what was she thinking asking him to drink at 11 a.m.? 

Well, she’s Y/N; she could do whatever she wants. 

At the bar. 

Y/N put down her whiskey glass and then grabbed the burnt cigarette from the crystal ashtray to her lips. 

Steve is sitting in front of her; he doesn’t want to sit beside her because the smoke would trigger his asthma. “Smoking could kill you.”

She laughed while exhaling the smoke. “That’s the whole point.”

Steve didn’t find it funny. 

Both of them have been in this private room at the exclusive club for 15 minutes, and she hasn’t started talking. 

He crossed his arms and leaned back onto the leather couch. It is comfortable, but he can’t find any comfort now.

“You owe me an explanation.”

Y/N hummed at his words. She put out the cigarette to the ashtray, get rid of the tobacco taste from her lips with whiskey.

She leaned closer to Steve. “If I tell you everything, you must work with me until I say you’re done.”

Steve rolled his eyes, then raised both arms. “You have taken everything I have, Y/N. Just say it.”

She chuckled. “If you say so.”

Y/N became silent momentarily; then, her lips started moving. "But first, I want to clear my name from your accusations. I didn't take anything from you. Rather I gave you an opportunity." 

‘BANG!’

Steve punched the mahogany table, "Bullshit, what opportunity? Since the beginning, it was you who took all the decisions." 

‘Shit, it hurts.’ Even though his skinny hands hurt from punching the table, he needs to hold the pain. 

Y/N doesn’t bother with his sudden anger outburst, “I’m not done talking. What if I gave you a chance to ruin Brian Solomon?”

Steve noticed she never mentioned Brian L/N as ‘my father’, that means “You hate him.”

After he said those words, he felt Y/N's expression change to anger. 

“Hate is not enough to describe my feelings towards him.”

“Why do you hate your father?”

Y/N crossed her arms. “If he didn't have an affair with one of his clients that shocked my mother and made her die of a heart attack, and he didn't marry his mistress a week later after burying his wife, I probably wouldn't hate him.”

She continued, “What kind of father trusts his step-daughter more than his daughter who shares the same blood.”

Steve is out of words. She has a vendetta against her father and Solomon's family.

“But why did you bring me into this?”

Y/N lit another cigarette to ease her stress, “You probably have known why I got kicked out from the household.”

“Your case about Imperial University almost ruined the Solomon name.”

Y/N nodded. “I was too immature and made a mistake. They banned me from all their business while I needed access to the law firm.”

“But why me?”

Y/N raised her three fingers “Art, gallery, and money laundering. Solomon own an auction house called Napoleon’s. They are the only auction house in this city with the biggest money laundering client.”

“I already have two, art and the connection. But I don’t have anything to sell. I need to get their attention by making a lot of money in one night.”

“So you picked me.”

“Yes!!!”

“There’s other artist you could hired.”

“I could do that, but that wicked witch is watching me. If I hire a well-known artist, she will hire them first. That artist will agree to work with Napoleon rather than for me.”

The wicked witch she mentioned was probably her stepmother or step-sister. 

“Then, when I saw your work, I got an idea. Why not use a painting from an unknown artist? You are a perfect choice, then the PR team I hired will do their job.”

"My plan is only to sell you a painting made them jealous how come a small exhibition could receive that kind of money in one night. They don't want their first place to get taken away." 

Steve clicked his tounge "You're a hypocrite. You hate your father while enjoying the luxury."

"Ooh, you mean this?" Her hands show he outfit and watch. "My car and my money?"

She scoffed. "I haven't touched any cents from that man. All of this is from the investment by my mother before she died. And the audacity of them trying to steal my inheritance."

She put down her whiskey glass and took a document from her bag. 

"Here is the contract."

Ah, she mentioned it yesterday. He grabs the contract and starts reading. 

1. She will give him $50.000.

2.Y/N will pay for his mother's surgery

3. Every painting gets sold, he will get 80%. 

He almost jolted his eyes; she didn't lie when she said he would get many benefits.

"Where should I sign?"

Y/N chuckled while giving him a pen. “You’re a funny man Steve.”

After Steve signed the contract, both of them decided to go back. 

While on their way to her car, Steve asked, "You haven't told me your plan to deal with Brian." He stopped mentioning Brian as 'your father' to Y/N since she hated that person. 

"Ah, I will tell you another day,-"

Before she could finish her sentences, something held her waist and made her turn around.

She gasped when she saw the person she had been avoiding for months. "Brock?"

The tall man with black hair who wears a black suit put his around Y/N's shoulder. He didn't even notice Steve was there the whole time. "Finally, I found you. You left me worried since you never replied to my text ."

Steven doesn't understand why he has this big urge to push this guy away from Y/N, seeing her uncomfortable. 

Before he could do anything, Y/N pushed that guy away from her. 

"Let's go." Her eyes already speak to Steve, telling him to follow her. He glanced back to see the man still looking at them.

While Y/N drove the car, Steve asked her, "Who was that?"

"My ex-boyfriend."

Steve made an 'Ooo' face; he didn't know what to say anymore. 

"If you saw him, it's better to avoid him. He's crazy."

"Same as you?"

"Wow, you're getting brave, Steve. I take it back. He's a piece of trash because he sleeps with my step-sister when he's with me."

There’s a man who dares to betray Y/N? "A bastard and a liar."

Y/N agreed, and she nodded her head.

She dropped him off at the hospital. Through the window, she told him, "I think today is your lucky day."

Steve doesn't know what she is talking about; at least today, he understands her motive.

He went into a patient room where Sarah stayed, and when he opened the curtain, he saw her crying. 

"Mom, what's wrong?"

Sarah wiped her tears, hugged her son, and rested her head on his shoulder. "I received the news that they found the donor, and the surgery is scheduled for next week."

This great news took Steve aback. He knew all this could happen after signing the contract with Y/N. The power of money and connection.

He knew these things could go south, but if he could make his mother healthy again, he would go through hell.

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AN: Listen here, CA:TWS is my favorite mcu movie ok? And we’re in it now. I wasnt really sure i wanted to go this route, but now i am. Dont worry, therell be more tony soon! Promise! Thanks for following along with me and my writing journey! It means a lot to me! Enjoy!

Eventual Tony x Reader. But first, best friend!Steve!

Summary: Museum date (its not a date, Tony!) with Steve, you learn more about him and his past.

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-*-

It was a warm and sunny spring afternoon when you exited your brother's apartment. You wore dark colored jeans and a t-shirt with flowers littered on the front. Artie’s old flannel tied tight around your waist, and old boots from the back of Leon’s closet were on your feet that fit pretty well.

When you looked up, Steve sat atop a motorcycle, legs crossed at the ankle as he wrote something in his little notebook. He wears jeans and a jacket over a white t-shirt. He must have heard the apartment door close, because he looked up at you and smiled, he placed his notebook in his pocket and stood.

Steve greeted you with a hello and a hug, he straddled his bike and waited for you to get comfortable behind him before the motorcycle roared to life and he made his way through traffic towards the Smithsonian. After Steve found parking and you two made your way to the museum, he pulled a ball cap from his pocket and placed it low on his head, ducking his head down to avoid eye contact with passersby.

As you entered the exhibit in the Air and Space Museum, you were a giddy, bouncing ball of fluff. Or you would be if you could Shift. Along the walls as you entered were giant murals. A big “Welcome Back, Cap,” with a description of Steve in his days before he got the serum and enlisted in the military.

Over the speakers, as you entered, a narrator spoke, “A symbol to the nation, a hero to the world. The story of Captain America is one of honor, bravery, and sacrifice. Denied enlistment due to poor health, Steven Rogers was chosen for a program unique in the annals of American Warfare. One that would transform him into the world's first Super Soldier.”

You noticed there were pictures on the wall of Steve pre and post serum. The pre-serum Steve was only an inch or so taller than you are now. Steve had stopped and looked over to a little boy - who you could see - who clearly recognized who he was. Steve brought a finger to his lips with a quiet shh, and the little boy only stared in awe and nodded. You smiled to yourself.

Steve grabbed your hand and tugged you along further into the exhibit. There were a few dozen people milling around, pointing at old memorabilia and taking photos of old uniforms and the like. Steve stopped in front of the Howling Commandos display. All his old war buddies uniforms and faces up for show.

Steve had a solemn look on his face and he sighed deeply. This must be very surreal for him. His whole life is on display for other people. You’re not sure how he feels, but you can take a guess. He’s trying not to appear sad, but you can smell it on him, his scent tart instead of the soothing cedar he usually smells of.

“What were they like?” You asked, making your way closer to the display. You could see the names of each Commando near their feet, but you wanted to know what Steve would say.

“A bunch of rowdy men,” he smiles softly, “with a drinking problem and itchy trigger fingers for Nazis,” Steve shook his head. As he looked up, his eyes lingered on the figure to the right.

The man was handsome, it may be a blown up painting, but his features were well captured. Sharp cheekbones and jawline with a dimpled chin. You couldn't tell if his eyes were blue or brown from the painting. “Who’s that?”

“Bucky,” he said quietly. Steve pulled you over to the display across the floor. A giant glass mural of a man named James Buchanan ‘Bucky’ Barnes.

“Best friends since childhood, Bucky Barnes and Steven Rogers, were inseparable on both schoolyard and battlefield. Barnes is the only Howling Commando to give his life in service of his Country.” The narrator spoke as you read about James on the mural. At the bottom was a birth and death date. 1917-1945.

“He was the one that fell, wasn’t he?” You squeeze Steve’s hand and he looks down at you, “I don’t think he’d blame you, Steve. I can see it in your eyes - the guilt,” he goes to speak but you squeeze his hand again. “I know the look of guilt all too well, it’s ok to forgive yourself.”

Steve’s eyebrows furrow and he inhales sharply. His shoulders sag a little like a small weight was lifted from your words.

The two of you made your way around the exhibit slowly. Steve never strayed too far from you. You let him take his time reading and reminiscing. Before you left you followed Steve into a viewing room, he sat on the bench and you sat next to him. The room was quiet, not many people made their way in here.

"Thank you for coming with me today," Steve says. He's leaning his arms on his knees, looking down at his hands.

You place your hand on his arm, "you're welcome. Anytime you need me, I'm here for you," you smile at him when he looks over at you.

It looks like he's about to say something when a film starts on the screen at the front of the room.

There was a woman on the screen.

Agent Peggy Carter. SSR. 1953.

You knew her. Your breath hitched and you stood. Steve called your name, but it sounded like static. She was talking about Steve, and when you looked at him he seemed worried.

You left in a hurry, not bothering to wait for Steve as you weaved through people in the museum.

Steve found you outside under a tree, you were hugging yourself. As he got closer, he could hear you sniffle. He stood in front of you as your shoulder shook.

"What just happened? Are you ok?"

When you looked up at him he was surprised he didn't see tear tracks on your cheeks. Your eyes were glowing blue and the tears had yet to fall.

"I knew her," you say, your face set in determination. Steve's eyebrows lowered as he stared at you. "A few years after my family was killed, she found me. Leon and I had split up, to keep whoever was hunting us away from the other."

You wipe at your eyes and heave a sigh, "I was homeless, for the better part of a decade. She, Peggy, offered to help me out. In exchange, she wanted me to work for her and a friend. Strategic, something or another," you waved your hand around.

Steve grabbed your arm, and pulled you into him for a hug. He held you tightly, and spoke into your hair, "what happened then?"

You wrapped your arms around his waist and sighed, "I worked for Peggy for a few years before I left. She knew what I was and never looked at me differently. Told her I wanted out. I was in it for revenge, I thought I could use their resources. Maybe find the men that killed my family," you heave a sigh into his chest. “She never held it against me, my bloodlust - my sadness.”

Pulling back you looked up at Steve, "I haven't been back here since the 70s. That's the last time I saw her."

"Come with me," was all he said as he led you back to his motorcycle. He drove you both to the other side of the city, and parked. It was an elderly home.

-*-

You stood at the doorway to Peggy’s room, Steve was talking quietly to her, blocking you from view. After a few minutes, Steve stands to the side and Peggy looks over at you from her bed. Her eyes widen slightly on her wrinkled face.

There was a reason you never tried to stay in one place for too long, people grew old. And you’ve looked the same since you were 25.

Peggy calls your name, and reaches a wrinkled hand out to you, you come closer and take her outstretched hand.

“Oh my, dear, look at you,” she squeezed your hand lightly. There’s a smile on her face and that same fire in her eyes since you last saw her. “You haven’t aged a day!” She looks over at Steve who’s sitting on the other side of the bed in a chair. “Not quite fair, is it? You both look so young, and I-“ she waves her other hand in the air, “no matter, come, sit.”

You sit on the edge of Peggy’s bed, she puts her hand in your lap and you clasp your hand over hers. When you look at Steve he’s taking in the pictures of Peggy and her children on her bedside table. There’s a far off look in his eyes.

“You should be proud of yourself, Peg,” he says quietly.

She hums, “Yes, I have lived a life,” she looks to Steve, “my only regret is that you didn’t get to live yours.” You keep forgetting Steve isn’t like you. He hasn’t lived through the decades like you have. He was frozen in time for over 70 years, and it breaks your heart a little bit.

Steve looks to you, a solemn look on his handsome face, then looks to Peggy and then down at his hands in his lap.

“What is it?” Peggy asks after a moment.

“For as long as I can remember, I always wanted to do what was right,” his brows lower, and he looks up at you both. “I guess I’m not quite sure what that is anymore. And I thought I could throw myself back in. Follow orders - serve. It’s just not the same,” he smiles slightly at Peggy.

Peggy chuckles lightly, “Always so dramatic,” she looks at you with a sparkle in her eyes, and you smile at her. She looks back to Steve, grabbing his hand with her other one, “You saved the world, we rather, mucked it up.”

“You didn’t. Knowing that you helped found S.H.I.E.L.D. is half the reason I stay,” he says.

You inhale sharply and stand up. S.H.I.E.L.D. That was it. It had such a long name the last time you heard it. It never clicked in your head until now. Peggy doesn’t seem to notice your movement, but Steve catches your eye, and you shake your head. You pace away from the bed a little, worrying your bottom lip.

Steve works for S.H.I.E.L.D.? You guess it would make sense after seeing all the SSR memorabilia from the museum earlier in the day. To hear him say it aloud was jarring. You haven't thought of Peggy, her friends, or the SSR in almost 40 years.

You’re brought out of your thoughts to a coughing fit. You turn and notice Peggy can’t seem to catch her breath. You go to her side and take her hand as Steve moves across the room for a glass of water. You smooth her hair back as Steve brings the cup over.

When Peggy opens her eyes, she glances over to Steve, taking him in, there’s surprise on her features. “Steve?” She says quietly.

He tilts his head, “Yeah?”

She starts to cry, “Y-you’re alive? You came back?” Steve’s face falls for a second, and you stand back and away from them. He smiles a little. There’s sadness on him, you can smell across the room. “It-it’s been so long. So long.”

“Well I couldn’t leave my best girl, not when she owes me a dance,” he speaks softly to her.

Steve speaks quietly to Peggy while you leave the room. You don’t want to intrude on their privacy. Peggy hadn’t seemed to notice you after her coughing fit, so you silently slipped from the room.

Down the hall, you find yourself alone, so you tap the wristband. The blue light blinks a few times before you hear his voice.

“Can’t seem to stay away, can you?” There’s no holo-image this time when Tony answers. You can hear the faint sound of his repulsors over the call. “How was your date with Spangles?”

You chuckle at him, “It wasn’t a date, but it was nice. I’ve always enjoyed D.C. and the Smithsonian’s.”

Tony hums, then there’s a grunt over the line.

“Tony… what are you up to?”

“Oh, uh, nothing!” There's a distinct sound of a repulsor charging up and firing. "Just dealing with a few things, you know. I'm keeping busy until I can se-

Sir, I feel I should warn you-

"I can see it now, JARVIS! Poppy, sweetheart, let me call you later, yeah?”

You can’t seem to get more than a few minutes on the line with him until something comes up, “Sure, Tony, I’ll be here.”

“Great,” and then the line gets cut out and the light turns off. You sigh.

“Flowers?” Steve’s down the hall when you turn around to him, his shoulders are slumped and his hands are in his jacket pockets. His eyebrows are pulled together in worry, and you make your way over to him.

“Everything ok now?” You ask, and he nods. Steve sticks his elbow out a little and you place your hand in the crook of it. He leads you back through the building and outside to his motorcycle.

“One more stop ok with you? I can take you home after.” You get the sense he just doesn’t want to be alone, so you agree.

-*-

You follow Steve inside the VA, and stand next to him while he listens to a few veterans speak in a room. At the front of the room you notice Sam behind a podium, listening intently. After a few more minutes of people taking turns to speak, the meeting ends. You and Steve wait down the hall while Sam says his farewells to the vets leaving.

Sam turns towards you both with a grin on his face, “Well, look who it is, the Running Man,” he looks over at you and winks.

“Caught the last few minutes of that, it was pretty intense,” Steve says.

"Yeah brother, we all got the same problems,” Same shuffles a few pamphlets, then brings his hands into his pockets, “Guilt. Regret.”

You look down at your feet, unable to look at either of the men.

“You lose someone?” Steve asks, his arm touches yours as he shifts on his feet. He’s trying to comfort you, you notice and you lean into him a little more.

Sam sighs and nods, “my wingman. Riley. Flying a night mission. Standard PJ rescue op. Nothing we haven’t done before, until an RPG knocked Riley’s dumbass out the sky,” Sam folds his arms over his chest and his scent is pure sadness and guilt. “Nothing I could do. It’s like I was up there just to watch.”

“I’m sorry,” you say as you look up at Sam.

“After that, I had a really hard time finding a reason for being over there, you know?”

“But you’re happy now, back in the world?” Steve asks.

Sam smiles, looking around, “The number of people giving me orders is down to about zero. So, hell yeah. You thinking about getting out?”

Steve shrugs, “No. I don't know. To be honest, I don't know what I would do with myself if I did.” You give Steve’s arm a squeeze.

“Ultimate fighting?” Sam says, and you and Steve laugh a little. “It’s just a great idea off the top of my head. But seriously, you could do whatever you want to do. What makes you happy?”

Steve thinks for a moment, he looks down at you and sighs. Then looks back over at Sam, “I don’t know.”

“I haven’t had many friends,” you say as you look down at your feet. “I’ve lived a really long, melancholy life until last fall,” you look up at Steve and give him a small smile. “And then I met Tony, and you, and everyone else at the Tower. And I’m really glad I did. I’ve been lonely for decades and now I can say I have friends for the first time in a long time.”

Sam makes a noise and you look at him, “decades? You’re like 23!” You give him a sheepish smile while Steve chuckles next to you.

“Don’t take appearances for what they seem to be,” you tell him with a wink. Steve begins to pull you along to leave, clapping Sam on the shoulder a little too strongly you think.

“What does that mean?” Sam calls after you, his arms out wide waiting for an answer. “Are you like him? Hey!” You turn and walk backwards giving him a wave.

“It was good to see you, Sammy!” You call as you and Steve exit the building, laughing together.

-*-

Steve drops you off at your brother's apartment early in the evening, the sun was beginning to set and the street lamps were turning on. You step up to the stairs that lead to the apartment building entrance and turn back towards Steve. He’s at the bottom of the steps, and you’re just about at his eye level.

“I had a really nice time today, Steve. Thank you,” you lean over and peck his cheek. You notice a light dust of pink cross his cheeks and he ducks his head down with a smile.

“Thank you for spending the day with me, Flowers,” he says softly when he looks up at you through his lashes. You like your childhood nickname coming from him. It reminds you of simpler times and it makes you smile.

Suddenly the hair on your arms and the back of your neck stand on end, and you look around. You sniff the air, and come down the stairs to look down the sidewalk. It’s relatively empty - nothing out of place. Steve calls your name, and you look back at him with wide eyes. He’s suddenly on alert when he crowds into you.

“What, what is it?” He’s looking around just as you had done.

“Something, I don't know. I feel like we’re being watched,” you tell him quietly. You grip his jacket in your palms and look across the street. Nothing there either. “I can feel it - like someone’s eyes are staring into my soul.” Steve puts a hand on your lower back as he looks around once more.

“Get inside, lock the doors. Call your brother,” he orders. It’s his Captain voice and you can do little to argue when he guides you up the stairs and you unlock the door.

Once you’re inside the door, you turn to him, “what about you?”

He gives you a small smile, “I’ll be fine.” And then he leaves. You do as he said and go up to your brother’s apartment on the second floor, locking and turning the deadbolt.

“Leon?” You call out into the space, there’s no answer so you pull your phone out and send him a message. There’s no response after 5 minutes of waiting so you call him. It rings and goes to voicemail. You leave him a message saying you felt something off when you got home and you locked the door.

-*-

It’s around 12am when your phone starts ringing, you grumble and turn to grab it off the nightstand next to the bed. Squinting at the brightness, you answer the phone.

“Hel-“

“Flowers, get out of the apartment,” it’s Leon and you pull the phone away for a second. Eyebrows furrowed in confusion, you groan as you sit up right.

“Wha, what are you talking about Lee,” you rub the sleep from your eyes as you swing your legs over the side of the bed. You pull on your shorts that were on the floor and make your way out to the hallway. “Where are you, are you home?”

“For god’s sake, Flo, get the fuck out of the apartment. Get your pack and run. I don’t have much time, something’s happening here and I’ll text you where to meet me later,” he pauses his frantic sentence and sighs, “I love you.” And he hangs up.

What the fuck was that? As Leon was telling you to leave, you grabbed your pack, the old flannel and slipped your boots on. You send Leon a message saying you left as you run down the stairs and out onto the sidewalk. Now where?

After a few minutes of walking your phone chimes and its a message from Leon.

Sunny: Meet me at the hospital. Will explain soon. XO

Hospital? Seriously, what is going on? You stuck your hand out for a cab and you made it to the hospital in no time with lack of traffic.

You ring Leon and he answers after the first ring, “Where are you, Lee?”

"4th floor, I'll meet you at the elevator." He hangs up on you and you take the lift up. As you go to exit, there's a bunch of men in tact suits standing in the hallway.

One of them notices you and comes up to stop you, his hand out to physically stop you if you keep walking. "Sorry, Miss, this floor is off limits. Get back in the elevator and try a different floor.”

You go to speak but he pushes you back towards the elevator roughly. A low growl is almost let out as he crowds you against the doors.

“Rumlow, stand down,” Leon comes into view then, he places a hand on the man's shoulder. “She’s with me,” he extends his hand to you and you take it.

The man - Rumlow - narrows his eyes at you, and nods to your brother. “Just make it fast, we need to be back at HQ soon. Find out what’s happening from Agent Hill.” He walks away then and goes back towards the other men in tactical outfits.

Leon leads you down the hall a ways away, “Sorry about him,” he puts his hand on the small of your back and steers you away from the group of men, “Something happened at work, someone was shot. My boss,” he sighs, and you notice how exhausted he looks. And then you notice what he’s wearing.

You put a hand on his chest and push him back, “S.H.I.E.L.D….? Leon?” Your eyes are wide as you stare up at him, “ho-how long have you been working for S.H.I.E.L.D. ? Is this what you do?” He goes to hush you as your voice gets louder and you bat his hand away. “Don’t shush me, Leon! What the hell is going on!”

He brings his hands up again to placate you, “please let me explain,” and when you don’t say anything he continues, “I’ve been with S.H.I.E.L.D. since ‘93. I-I thought maybe with new people in charge I could get some answers. Find answers.”

“About what happened,” you say quietly. You understood. Hell, you were with S.H.I.E.L.D. for almost 10 years before you left. “Is Fury okay?”

Your brother’s eyes narrow, shit did he not say his name? “We aren’t sure yet, no one’s come out. He’s still in surgery.” As he finishes his sentence, there’s a mumble in his ear piece you can barely make out. Leon turns his head slightly and closes his eyes. A heavy sigh leaves his lips, “They called it,” he looks down at you, eyes full of sadness.

You hug him for a few moments, the chatter down the hall is quiet as the men in tact suits converse lowly.

“Agent Jones,” the man from earlier calls down the hall towards you and Leon. You both look over to him. Leon gives you one final squeeze as he lets you go.

“Stay by your phone, I’ll text you if anything else happens,” Leon turns to head towards the rest of the men, the lettering on the sleeve of his jacket catches your eye, S.T.R.I.K.E.

As he walks away, a red headed woman stalks into the hallway from one of the hospital rooms, and a tall blond man behind her. You do a double take. Of course he’d be here.

“Natasha!” Steve calls to the woman.

She rounds on him and narrows her eyes, “Why was Fury in your apartment?” Steve stops in his tracks, eyes wide, and shrugs.

“I uh, I don’t know,” He says.

“Cap, they want you back at SHIELD,” Rumlow interrupts.

Steve turns around to speak and he sees you at the end of the hall, eyebrows furrow for a second before he responds, “Yeah, give me a second.”

“They want you now,” Rumlow says again.

Steve glances at you and back towards Rumlow, he nods slightly, “Ok…”

The red headed woman, Natasha, is smirking when Steve turns back towards her, “You’re a terrible liar,” and she walks off in the opposite direction.

You’re about to go over to Steve when a hand on your elbow stops you, you look and it’s Leon, there’s a sympathetic look on his face, his lips turned down in a frown.

“They want me to bring you into SHIELD. In case you saw something."

You turn to him, “What? Bring me in? Am I a suspect, Leon?” You cross your arms over your chest and glare at him.

“No, but you were with Captain Rogers all afternoon. And Fury was shot in his apartment,” Leon puts his hands on his hips as he looks at you. “Please don’t make a fuss, it’s coming from higher up,” he pleads. You heave a sigh and nod.

“Let’s go,” Steve says as he goes to leave, not sparring you a glance.

“STRIKE, move out!” Rumlow calls through the hallway. Leon takes your elbow in hand and leads you out of the building. You want to get a message to Steve, or Tony, but you don’t want to alert the other people around you. You don’t know these people in STRIKE. And Leon’s been lying to you for 20 years about his work.

Steve gets in the passenger seat of the SUV in front of 3 others, and you and Leon get in the backseat of the first SUV. Rumlow is driving your vehicle and as soon as he buckles, he peels out of the drive and towards SHIELD HQ.

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Them There Eyes

Warning: N/A

Pairing: Pre-serum Steve x Black female reader

Word count: 1266

I honestly hope y’all like it. I never see much Steve rogers x black reader based in the 40s.(if you know some tag me). If there is something you want to say to help me improve it would be a big help. I enjoy writing. I’m far from great but I really hope you like it. Sorry for the rambling 😭

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“Come on Steve!”

“Buck, where are we going?”

“To this club, it’s out in Harlem, There’s this beautiful dame out there she sings on Saturday nights.”

“I’m not looking to get buzzed.”

“And you don’t have to. Just follow my lead.”

The two traveled by cab. Bucky in his uniform and Steve in a button up and slacks. Bucky was known to have rhythm and was often caught shaking a leg with a few women. Steve on the other hand had two left feet and would be seen standing near a wall or sat in a corner. Tonight would be more of the same, Steve thought as he sat in the back of the cab. Finally they pulled up in front of the Onyx Club, the name was flashing in bright white lights, jazz and people talking could be heard from the sidewalk. Bucky looked excited, while Steve looked amazed yet annoyed. As they walked in the guard asked Steve for ID,even made a comment about him being Bucky’s younger brother. Steve scoffed at that but made his entrance quickly. They sat at the bar for a few before Bucky ran off to dance with some girls. Shortly after, the fast paced jazz ended with a round of applause.

“Alright, quiet down now. We have a broad who honestly needs no introduction and don’t let her size fool you, cause boy can she blow… Ladies and Gentlemen… Madame Marie”

You walked out in a sparkly black dress that exposed your shoulders but wrapped around your neck. Your black silk gloves reached up to touch the soft curls that were spiraling around your head. Your ears were adorned with silver teardrop earrings that tugged. Plump lips painted red and a radiant white smile had Steve mesmerized.

“A beautiful dame she is.” Steve said to himself.

“That’s not her name you know…” Steve looked over at the bartender who was pouring a drink.

“Excuse me?”

“Her name. It isn’t Marie.” He said, glancing at Steve.

“How y’all doing on this fine Saturday evening?… Good?… I’m glad. Tonight I will be singing a song by the wonderful Lady Day, called All of me.”

You gaze over the crowd to see people dancing, talking, drinking, just having a good time. It makes you happy to see people enjoy your singing. It keeps you going despite the darkness your life carries. You finish up your first song and a round of applause booms through the room. You smile from ear to ear, happiness swells in your chest. You give the room another glance and your smile wavers at the sight of a man leaning on the bar. He looked so frail, sickly even, but something about those eyes. Icy blues, causing girls to catch a chill. He was staring back at you in wonderment and you lost your train of thought.

“Next song!” A lady yelled.

After looking at those eyes you had to change the next selection. You ran over to the band and asked if they knew Them There Eyes by Lady Day as well.

“We sure do!” You returned to the mic and looked at that small beautiful man as the band started playing.

I fell in love with you, the first time I looked into

Them there eyes.

As you sang you kept eye contact with him until the jazz break. You felt his eyes dance over your figure when you looked away. Your hips bounced and swayed to the horns as your feet twisted and turned. During the rest of the song you locked eyes with a few other men. All thought they had a chance. Shaking your hips seductively, lots of whistles and hollers were released from the crowd.

“Don’t go dolly dizzy, she’s got a man back at home.” Steve blinked away from you to the bartender with creased eyebrows.

“Every man in here is looking just how you are right now. She’s gonna break your heart.” He wiped the bar and went to the back for more Scotch. Steve looked back at you. That dress hugged your curves so very well, Steve thought. As the song wrapped you clapped and cheered with the crowd.

“Round of applause for this lovely band… A round of applause for the amazing Billie Holiday. Thank you, goodnight.”

As Steve watched as you walked backstage, Bucky approached him with a girl on his arm.

“What did I say… was I wrong?” Bucky said tapping Steve’s shoulder.

“You were right.” Steve smirked. Suddenly applause boomed once more. The crowd parted like the Red Sea and you were ushered to a table with other people from the jazz scene. There wasn’t much Steve could say. So he sat at the bar staring at his drink for a few.

“Are you going to drink that? One martini please, Joe.” He smelled your sweet scent before he heard you. Steve looked at you straight in the eye given you both were around the same height.

“Me?”

“We’ll, yeah you're the only fine fellow that I could possibly be talking to.”

“Fine fellow?”

“Yes, now what is your name?”

“Steve… Rogers, yours?” She swallowed her martini in one big gulp.

“So what do you do Steve?”

“I’m going to join the military.”

“Like your friend James over there?”

“You know Bucky?”

“Yea he’s only here every Saturday…Here he comes now. Hi, handsome.”

“Marie, baby, you sounded amazing.” Bucky leaned in to kiss your cheek. Steve felt like an outsider to you and Bucky's relationship.

“I know Barnes, you tell me every Saturday.” You hit his chest playfully.

“Steve, Marie, this is Anna.” Bucky was beaming at the lady on his arm.

“You look really pretty tonight. Be nice to my friend Barnes here.” You gave the woman a simple shake of the hand. Steve gave a simple wave. The pair then walked away to dance.

“He has a new girl every Saturday. Fucked, then forgotten. At least this one’s cute.” You tried your best to hide your laugh but you looked at Steve and he wasn’t laughing.

“You have to lighten up! There’s more things in this world than war. Come on, let’s dance.” As you dragged Steve to the dance floor the music slowed.

“Look, I can’t really dance…I. I have two left feet.”

“And I have two right feet. Together we make a pair.” You position your body close to him and wrap his arms around you.

“I don’t bite,” Steve had a funny feeling that you do. As the band played you swayed to the music. Minimal movement on the floor helped Steve in the long run. He wasn’t accustomed to dancing with women, they wouldn’t even look his way. He heard you sigh a couple of times. Not a dissatisfied sigh, but a content sigh. The rise and fall of your chest felt good against him. You felt warm and welcoming. He felt your hands come from around his waist to over his shoulders. During the transition he looked into your honey brown eyes.

“You’re beautiful.” Steve didn’t know what prompted him to say it. He just had to let you know.

You rested your head on his small chest. Your eyes gently closed as you two drifted away from the dance floor. You two were alone when you opened your eyes. The crowd and band were gone completely. The music sounded as if it came from another room. The music ended as you opened your eyes and you could see Steve with a smile.

“See you are a great dancer!”

“I had a great partner.”

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Needle's Masterlist

Welcome! Thank you for checking out these one-shots. Please heed all Warnings in each piece. All fics are 18+ only.

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Red Pill || Lloyd Hansen x wocReader

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Her Favor || Jake Jensen x wocreader

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Prism || Robert Pronge x wocreader

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Wrapped up in You || Soft!dark Ari Levinson x wocReader (a/b/o)

Artifice (ongoing) || SoftDark!Mob!Ari Levinson x wocReader

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Plenty Implied || Dark!Mob!Steve Rogers x wocReader

Basket Boy || Pre-Serum Steve Rogers x Reader

Lie in Wait || Soft Dark!Steve Rogers x wocReader

Hardwired || Soft Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader

> Primal Functions

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From Simmer to Score || Curtis Everett x Reader

Crossing into Midnight || Curtis Everett x WOC Reader

Good Taste (drabble) || Curtis Everett x WOC Reader

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More than Enough || Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Aqua Evolution || Ransom Drysdale x wocReader

Fruition || Soft Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Makes You Unsteady || Bucky Barnes x wocReader

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