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gennyanydots · 1 year

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Run Rabbit Run

Soft!Dark Steve Rogers x F!reader

Summary: Part of being an avenger is protecting those who need it. Whether they want protected or not.

Genres, old and new warm up for @the-slumberparty

I got Horror as my genre. Is is true horror? No, not really but I used it as an inspiration and that’s what counts. So gold star for effort. Also first time writing for Steve and Marvel in general so let’s see how that goes.

Warnings: Stalking, kidnapping, swearing, not following canon, violence mentioned without detail, gun/gunshot mentions, Soft!Dark Steve Rogers, Dark!Bucky Barnes, Dark!Natasha Romanov

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You know he’s outside again. You can see his shadow on the street from where you’re sitting on your couch. You keep glancing towards the shadow. It’s weird it’s taken him this long. You figured he had been out of town last week but you’d sworn you’d heard him on the fire escape two nights ago. It’s not like him to not be out there sooner. For a stalker he’s pretty routine. Your phone buzzes and you jump, before even looking at it you know it’s him. It’s always him.

You roll your eyes. Fat chance of that ever happening.

You throw your phone across the room and curl into a ball on your couch. You should have listened to your mother and not moved to the city. This was a mistake.

You must have fallen asleep at some point last night since you’re awoken to someone knocking on your door. You rub your eyes and yawn before answering the door.

“You look like shit,” your best friend says as she walks inside your apartment.

“Good morning to you too, I guess,” you mutter and shut the door.

She plops down on your couch and starts playing on her phone, “Did you hear about what the Avengers did last night?”

You shake your head and sit on the other side of the couch, “I literally just woke up. I didn’t even know the Avengers were in town.” Liar.

“Well they’re back in town. There was some whole alien thing I guess last night so they flew in,” she said with a shrug.

What a weird world you lived in when a ‘whole alien thing’ is barely anything to bat an eye at. It seems more common than not lately. For so long the government covered up aliens and now it seems like Earth is a free for all. Thankfully you had Earth’s mightiest heroes to protect you. Even if HE was a part of it.

You knew who he was. Everyone knew who he was. Nobody knew him like you did. You wish with everything in you that you didn’t know him like this. You didn’t want to know him at all.

For a year now he’s been following you. ‘Protecting you’ he tells you sometimes and every time you correct him telling him it’s stalking. There’s not much you can do to stop it. Before you knew who was following you, you tried twice to file police reports. Any time you called to check up on them you were told they didn’t have any record of any report you’d made. That was your first clue that your stalker wasn’t just some guy off the street. He had resources. He had skills.

The second clue and biggest clue was seeing him across the street in full uniform one day. Shield and all. You hadn’t seen him in about a month. Before that it was always casual clothes and a ball cap pulled down over his eyes.

Finding out exactly who he was just upset your further. There’s no one you can turn to. You can’t just file a police report against Captain America. They’d laugh in your face. He knows that too. He knows you can’t do anything about this. It kills you inside to just let it happen but what else can you do? Go to the other Avengers? Either they would laugh at you just like the police would or they’d be too loyal to him to even entertain the idea that Steve Rogers was stalking you. You’re not sure which they’d find less believable: Steve being a stalker or Steve picking you to stalk. It’s not like you’re some super model or actress. You’re just you.

“Hey, you okay?” Your best friend asks nudging you with her foot.

“Huh? Oh, yeah I’m fine. I’m just tired. Didn’t sleep well last night,” you say and give her a weak smile.

“Why don’t you take a nap for a while and then tonight let’s go do something fun?” She offers.

“I don’t know……”

“I do. Go back to bed. I’ll come pick you up at 10,” she says with a grin and hops to her feet. “See you later! Dress pretty!” She kisses your forehead and sees herself out, making sure to lock the door behind her.

Maybe you can convince her you’re sick later and can’t go out. You get up off the couch and grab your phone from where you threw it last night. Thankfully nothing from Steve. You head into your room and shut your blackout curtains before laying down in bed You set an alarm then plug the phone in to charge and roll over.

You can just feel your brain getting a bit fuzzy before you feel your phone vibrate and chirp at you and you roll back over to check it.

You huff.

You drop your phone back down on your bed and close your eyes once again. The cameras have been in your apartment for about 5 months. Well 5 months that you’re aware of. He was going on so many missions that he was getting worried about you. He wasn’t there to protect you and make sure you were okay. The only way he could do that was with the cameras. He’s promised you there aren’t any in your bathroom when you asked. He explained how he really didn’t want to put one in your bedroom for you to have some sense of privacy but he knew he would feel better if he could just check on you when you were sleeping so he ended up putting one in there too. You’ve looked everywhere for the cameras. You have no idea where they are. It’s not like he doesn’t have access to the latest and greatest technology so you’re sure you’ll never actually find them. Sometimes, if you’re being honest with yourself, you don’t exactly mind the cameras. You know someone is checking on you. Checking on your well-being. Kinda like a security system without actually having a security system. Plus if anyone is going to take your safety seriously it’s the crazed man who won’t leave you alone.

You nap for about three hours before you’re awoken to your door slamming. You sit straight up and grab your phone. You hear two voices, neither of which you can place. You take slow deep breaths so the people don’t hear you.

“Is the girl even here?”

“Yes, she hasn’t been seen leaving the apartment and he was watching outside last night so she’s gotta still be here.”

They’re looking for you. Because of him.

Steve has always viewed himself as a romantic at heart but he’s never quite understood woman enough to make a connection with one especially not in this new time he woke up in. He’s tried going on dates but they always seemed to end in disaster or worse the woman only wanted to go out with him because he was Captain America and not Steve Rogers. This time period has taken a lot of time to get used to but it brought him the most important thing, you. He’s always believed in love at first sight and seeing you a year ago confirmed it. You were the love of his life. He knew it. At first he was watching you as a way to get some intel on you so he could ask you out but you slipped away before he had a chance to approach you. The next time he saw you by happenstance he was ready. He borrowed a tracker and slipped it in your bag so he wouldn’t lose you again. He liked being able to track you. It was comforting to know you were safe. It didn’t stop at tracking though. Soon tracking wasn’t enough. He needed to see you. So he went from tracking to following. And soon following to watching. Watching as much as he could. He prefers watching in person if he can but the cameras are fine if he can’t. Watching you calms him. It gives him the strength he needs to continue some days. If he keeps the Earth safe then he’s keeping you safe. Everything he has to do he can finagle it into doing it for you. He’s told you this on a couple occasions. You brush it off. He’ll get you to understand one day. You can’t brush him off forever.

At first you were so scared. His perfect frightened bunny. Its changed into stubbornness. He knows it’ll be worth it. For a whole year Steve knows he’s been whittling away at your resolve. You’re not as scared as you used to be. You snark at him more often than not when you text. You even called him once to explain how much of as asshole he is. He loved all 10 minutes of your rant. He even thanked you for letting him know and told you he would work on it. He loved hearing from you. Any interaction you initiate is his new favorite. Anything to show him you’re not afraid of him and that you accept him as a part of your life. That’s all he wants. Once you accept him it’ll only take a short amount of time before you love him like he loves you. He won’t force it though. He would never force something like this. He’s not a monster. He’s fine with waiting. It’ll be worth it.

It’s worth it just to see you’ve sent him a text. You don’t send him many first. Only a handful of times.

Help? What did you need help with? He’s ready for whatever you need of course, thrilled with this olive branch that you’ve offered to him. He had been in a meeting when you texted him but it was only an hour ago. He checked the camera in your bedroom but you’re still asleep. What could you possibly need help with? Maybe you woke up hungry or something then fell back asleep. He heads to his office to pull up the camera feeds on his laptop to get a better view. He’s sure his text back will wake you up and he loves watching you wake up.

That’s weird. He didn’t hear the text tone. He didn’t even see it light up in the dark of your room. He flips between the different camera feeds of the apartment and stops when he sees something off in a feed. Something that shouldn’t be there. What’s your phone doing laying near your front door?

You always charge your phone when you sleep in bed. Always. So why is it in the living room?

“Friday!” Steve calls.

“Yes, Captain?” The AI responds.

“Is there something wrong with camera 2648?” He asks.

“It seems that camera 2648 is frozen. The last recorded time was at 12:02 PM.”

“Can you restart it?”

“Yes, Captain just one moment.”

Steve watches as the camera goes offline and switches back on. You’re not in bed. You weren’t on any of the other cameras. There wasn’t any noise happening from inside your apartment so you’re not in the bathroom. You wouldn’t have left your phone if you were going out and you definitely wouldn’t have left it there on the floor.

“Friday play back last movement alert from the doorway.”

“Playing back the last movement alert now.”

Steve watched as a black clad figure carried your lifeless body out of your apartment and another figure closed the door after the two of you went into your apartment building hallway. Both figures had hoods up and a strip of cloth hiding the bottom parts of their face.

“Friday! Playback all video with those two in the frame with enhanced audio.”

“Playing back all video.”

Steve listened intently to the two figures not getting much out of their conversation. They didn’t stay long. They first overturned a lot of your apartment. You were going to be so mad when you see the state they left it in. He’s going to have to help you clean up. They spoke about watching the apartment for when you left but they also spoke about waiting for him to watch you. They must have known when they went to take you he would be busy. They must also have known it was you he was watching. How though? While yes he is watching your apartment specifically it’s not like you didn’t have neighbors that he could have been watching instead. He hadn’t been in your apartment recently. Not for at least a month or two.

He watched as both figures went into your bedroom and then came out moments later after he heard some garbled shouting from the bedroom. The one figure was holding you and the other was leading them to the front door. Steve watched as your phone slipped out of your hand onto the carpet, unbeknownst to either figure. You tried to take it with you. You tried to help Steve get to you. He knows your aware of the tracker he put in your phone.

“Good job, bunny,” he murmurs to himself.

His girl isn’t a fighter. You were never going to be able to take on both of those guys. That’s Steve’s job. He’s your protector. He can’t help but feel like he’s doing a shitty job right now. Couldn’t stop his bunny from being taken.

Steve shakes his head. He can’t do anything about that right now. Not what’s important. You’re already gone. He needs to get you back. He takes a deep breath to push down his rising emotions. Those won’t help anything. He needs to think.

“Friday!” He snaps after a moment.

“Yes captain?”

“I need any video on those two leaving the building or when they entered. Anything you can find. Any car they may have used. Which way they were going. Anything,” he says as he stands up.

“Yes sir.”

He heads towards the elevator and takes it to his apartment floor. He goes into his apartment quickly and changes into his uniform. He’s not sure what he’s getting himself into. He knows having backup would be easier. There’s only one person who he’s told about his bunny.

He exits his apartment quickly and heads to the next apartment over and bangs loudly on the door which opens soon after.

“Jesus Stevie, where’s the fire?” His best friend asks.

“She’s gone. Someone took her. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know where she is,” Steve blurts out. Clearly pushing down all his emotions didn’t work as well as he thought.

Bucky pulls Steve into his apartment, shutting the door behind him then leads him to the couch and gently pushes him down onto it and squats in front of him. Bucky knows how to handle Steve when he gets frantic like this.

“From the beginning,” Bucky says gently and nods to him to continue his explanation.

Steve takes a deep breath trying to organize his thoughts. This wasn’t like him. He’s typically much more collected than this but he just can’t. His bunny is somewhere. She isn’t safe. He doesn’t want to think of what they might be doing to her. “Bunny texted me. Which is weird but not unheard of. All it said was “Help”. I texted her back about an hour later because I had that meeting and I was watching the video feed when I did it and it looked off and I was right. The feed was frozen and then I checked the others and found her phone laying by the door. Two people went in at 12:09 and took her. She looked passed out when they carried her out. I hope passed out. The only thing I know about them is they were hired to take her because of me. They made sure to cover their whole bodies so I couldn’t tell anything from the videos except their voices. I have Friday looking for any video feed of them besides my own.”

Bucky nods, “Got it.” He gets up and heads towards his bedroom.

Steve worries his bottom lip. He needs you back.

“Captain,” Friday says pulling him from his thoughts.

“Yes, Friday?”

“I have identified their vehicle and have located it. I have sent the coordinates to your phone.”

Steve closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Finally. Some good news.

“Thank you, Friday.”

“You’re welcome, Captain.”

Steve pulls out his phone and pulls up the coordinates. It was about a half hour drive.

“Buck!” Steve calls out.

Bucky’s door opens and his head peeks out, “Yeah?”

“We got a location.”

Bucky nods and shuts his door before coming out a moment later. He didn’t dress in his normal avengers uniform, instead choosing to wear his old Winter Soldier uniform.

Steve must have looked at him funny because Bucky said, “They’ll be trying not to shit themselves as the Winter Soldier comes at them.”

Steve regards him for a moment then nods before standing up, “Let’s go.”

Steve led Bucky down to the Avenger’s garage choosing to take one of the field vans. Bucky refused to let Steve drive telling him he needed to come up with a plan on the way, which they discussed as Bucky drove.

They drove slightly past the coordinates which had taken them to what looked like an old abandoned manufacturing building. One floor. That made it easier. They didn’t want to park directly in front of it in case there were people watching for them.

Steve and Bucky finish suiting up in the van and gathered all the supplies they need, including ear pieces to stay in contact with each other.

“You know the plan?” Steve asks while grabbing his ahold.

“Get in. Find your rabbit. Kill everyone,” Bucky says before he puts his face mask on to finish off his uniform.

Steve nods and the two of them head out.

Entering the building hasn’t been hard. Clearly this kidnapping wasn’t well planned. They did find out there were more people than they expected. The two of them took out a three men each before they decided to split up.

Steve went from room to room looking but it was Bucky who found you. Your eyes got big when you saw him. You probably didn’t know what side of this he was on. He touched his ear and said something you couldn’t quite hear then he set down his gun and held his hands up as he approached you just like if he was actually approaching a scared rabbit. You were tied to a chair with a cloth tied in your mouth. Bucky took out his knife and made quick work of setting you free. Once you could use your hands you pulled the cloth from your mouth.

“Thank you,” you said softly to the man. He nodded back to you. He walked back to his gun and picked it up holding it to him in position to shoot if need be then gestures towards the door with his head clearly meaning for you to follow him. You stay as close as you can to him. In the distance you can hear gunshots and you jump. He leads you to a door and you hear a muffled, “Dark blue van. Next parking lot over. Lock the doors.” You nod then hear more gun shots in the distance from somewhere in the building. The man in front of you curses then says, “беги кролик беги” and nods to you before turning and running towards the noise.

You take off in the opposite direction and run straight for the van the second you see it. You fling open the door and get inside before locking it and heading to the back and hiding out of sight. You notice the amount of weapons and gadgets on the walls of the van. Nothing jumps out at you that it belongs to the Avengers but it has to. Steve had to have been the one to find you like you knew he would. You were safe now because of him.

Later, you’re not sure how long later could have been five minutes or an hour you’re not sure, a knocking comes from outside the front door along with someone pulling at the door handle. You quickly swallow down a whimper before you hear, “Bunny? It’s Steve. Open up, doll.”

You were right. Steve came for you. Tears immediately fill your eyes as you get back into the front seat and unlock the doors before opening the side Steve is standing on and throwing yourself into his arms. He wraps his arms around you and holds you close. You feel a kiss on the top of your head as he gently sways the two of you from side to side. Once your sobs quiet down he pulls away slightly to check you over.

“Are you okay, bunny?” He asks looking at your face trying to see if you have and injuries he can see.

You nod and try and pull him back to you, only feeling safe when he’s holding you tight but he doesn’t let you.

He continues looking you over then asks, “Does anything hurt?”

You shake your head, “No, I don’t even really remember much. Just hearing people in my apartment then waking up tied to a chair. Then a man came and cut me loose and took me to the door and told me where the van was and to lock the doors.”

“And you listened so well, rabbit,” the man from earlier says as he walks up to the two of you.

“Yes you did. I’m so proud of you,” Steve says then kisses your forehead.

You smile looking up at Steve. Maybe you judged him too harshly before.

Bucky is the one who drives you all back to your apartment. Steve walks you up as he has a key to get in already. You walk in and look around and sigh seeing the mess. You start to clean and Steve quickly joins in. With the two of you working together it doesn’t take long for everything to be picked up.

“Guess you should be getting ready soon to go out. I’ll just head out then,” Steve says walking towards the door.

“No!” you yell then clear your throat and in a quieter voice say, “No. Umm. Please don’t leave me. I don’t want to be alone. Please. I need you.”

“Whatever you want, Bunny,” Steve says with a smile.

You hold your hand out towards him and he quickly walks to your side and takes it. The two of you settle on the couch together with you snuggled into Steve’s side. He takes out his phone and texts Bucky to let him know he’s staying with you.

Bucky smiles when he sees the text.

“What’s got you so happy?” Natasha asks him.

“The plan worked. She won’t let him leave her side,” he says grinning.

Natasha shrugs, “Told you. A little trauma really brings people together sometimes. Plus we needed that gang gone. It was a win-win.”

Bucky nods, “It really, really was.”

Translation: беги кролик беги - Run rabbit run

#soft!dark steve rogers #steve rogers x f!reader #steve rogers x female reader #soft!dark steve x reader #Roo and Navy sleepover #captain america

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joelsgreys · 2 years

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Hero (Steve Rogers x NYPDFemale!Reader)

A/N: Hellooo. So this is what happens when you're sick and locked in your bedroom watching nothing but episodes of Law & Order SVU. It is also what happens when you're in love with Olivia Benson, I have a massive crush on her character and she inspired this one. Not sure if anyone will like the idea, but I really enjoyed writing it a lot more than I thought and that's what matters right? Hopefully someone out there does like it though lmao. Thanks for stopping by! x

Summary: AU(ish?) As an NYPD Sergeant, your relationship with Captain America himself, Steve Rogers, is a far bigger challenge than any case that you’ve ever handled before. Steve feels the constant need to look out for your safety and is always getting himself mixed up with your job. One night, you make Steve promise you that he won’t go interfering with your case, but then things take a dangerous turn for the worst.

Pairing(s): Steve Rogers x NYPDFemale!Reader

Warning(s): Language, use of guns, hostage situation involving children, angst, mentions of death/dying, very overprotective!Steve. Lil bits of fluff strewn in here and there. Long one shot type of deal.

Length: 5298 words

“Finally,” Steve mumbled into your hair, wrapping his arm tightly around your shoulders as you curled up beside him on the couch. He pulled you as close as physically possible, but took care so as not to spill the bowl of microwave popcorn he had put in his lap for the both of you to enjoy for your movie night. “A real night off for the both of us.”

You sighed out of pure content, leaning further into him to snuggle against his broad, muscular chest—your absolute favorite place to be was in his arms. You’d been looking forward to a night like this with Steve for at least a couple of weeks now, if not longer than that due to your busy schedules. “Tell me about it, Cap. How long has it been since we both had the same night off together?”

“Too damn long.” He gave your shoulders a gentle, but firm squeeze. With his other hand, he reached over for the television remote and held it up. “What are you in the mood to watch tonight? And make sure it’s not a movie that you actually want to get invested in because you know damn well that we’re not going to make it through the whole thing.” He nodded over towards the bedroom and then looked at you with a small smirk. “I can probably behave myself for about half an hour, but I can’t make any promises after that.”

You laughed a little before reaching down and dipping your hand into the ceramic bowl of popcorn. You gave him a flirty look and popped a couple of pieces into your mouth. “Hmm. Is that why you strategically put the bowl of popcorn right on your crotch?”

“For easy access. If you catch my drift,” Steve joked, raising his eyebrows suggestively at you.

You snorted, nudging him in his side. “Just pick the movie, Rogers. And at least let me watch part of it before we get down to business in the bedroom, alright?”

“Deal.”

Steve spent a few minutes surfing your shared Netflix account and had just chosen an older, thriller film for you two to watch when your iPhone started ringing loudly beside you on the couch. You picked it up and inwardly groaned seeing the number on the screen. “Fuck,” You muttered before answering the call, greeting the caller with your last name and nothing else.

“Hey Sergeant, we’ve got ourselves a hostage situation here in lower Manhattan, building right on the of corner of East 79th street,” Your longtime work partner and colleague, Detective Benjamin Chambers alerted you from the other end of the line. You could hear all of the hustle and bustle going on in the background, including the sound of wailing first responder sirens arriving on the scene. “Armed male suspect just barricaded himself into an apartment with two girls, sisters. Looks like the teenager was looking after the little one while the parents were out, we’re trying to get in contact with them now.” He paused. “It’s been an hour. The guy isn’t budging, Sarge. You’re one of the best, you do a way better job at talking guys like him down better than any damn negotiator can. We really need you here.”

“I’m on my way now,” You told him, hanging up the call before you tore yourself out of Steve’s arms and jumped up to your feet. You gave him an apologetic look. “I’m really sorry, but that was Chambers. I have to go.”

“What’s going on?” Steve watched as you darted into the bedroom, emerging about a minute and a half later after having changed out of your sweatpants and into a pair of tight, black jeans. You pulled a navy blue knitted sweater on over your white tank top and then slipped on your black leather ankle boots before reaching for your coat, badge, and your gun. His handsome face fell. “Are you serious, you’re really going to work right now? It’s your first night off in two weeks! What, the NYPD can’t survive for one night without you?”

“I know, Cap. I’m so sorry that I have to bail, but there’s a hostage situation going on in lower Manhattan. Guy’s locked himself in a building with two little girls and he’s got a gun, no one has been able to talk him down in the last hour.” You quickly shrugged into your coat and then grabbed your car keys from the small table near the front door. “He’s not cooperating and they need me to help. The clock is ticking, Steve.”

“Hostage?” He repeated, giving you that look.

“Steve. Don’t,” You warned him lightly, your hand on the doorknob. “I can handle this.”

That was the difficult thing about dating Captain America. He was far too overprotective for his own good, always acting as if you weren’t capable of handling the criminals that you dealt with on a daily basis in your line of work. The fact that you had been doing this for so long and had over ten years of experience under your belt as a seasoned police officer and detective, nor the fact that you had just climbed up the ranks and had become a Sergeant for your department, none of that seemed to really matter to Steve. He saw you as some sort of fragile little bird that needed to be kept safely in her cage and out of harm’s way at all times. But he very well knew that he couldn’t actually keep you caged up or prevent you from doing your job, so he did the next best thing.

He followed you and kept an eye on you.

You had caught Steve on several occasions poking his nose into your business with the NYPD, and in some instances, he’d actually jumped into action on your cases, blowing them up and causing everything to spiral out of your control and out of the control of your department. His habit of interfering with your work had often been the source of some terrible arguments between the both of you and it had put a serious strain on your relationship recently.

You were tired of him acting as if you couldn’t take care of yourself.

“I just don’t want you getting hurt,” he muttered, averting his gaze from yours.

“Steve, I’m a big girl and I think that by now I have proven to you that I can handle myself,” You told him, opening the front door. “Please. Let’s not do this tonight. Just stay here, enjoy your night off, and I promise that I will call you as soon as the situation is taken care of. Call up Nat, maybe she can come hang out with you, distract you for a little bit,” You suggested. You always liked Natasha, she could always talk some sense into Steve when you couldn’t.

“Alright, alright. Fine. I’ll stay here. But just give me a call as soon as you can, okay? For the sake of my peace of mind?”

“I will.” You raised a knowing eyebrow at him. “Promise me that you won’t show up to the scene tonight?”

Steve hesitated. He wasn’t the type of man to make promises that he wasn’t sure he could really keep, at least not when it came to making promises to the woman he loved.

“Steve. Promise me, please,” You pleaded him.

“Okay, fine. I promise you.” He held his hands up. “I promise that I’ll stay put tonight and let you handle this.”

You sighed in relief. “Thank you. I’ll call you later.”

You bolted out of your apartment and within the next fifteen minutes or so, you had driven out and arrived on the scene. You quickly parked your sleek, black car behind an officer’s patrol vehicle and climbed out. You hung your badge around your neck and jogged up towards the apartment complex, which was currently surrounded by yellow, police do not cross tape to keep anyone who wasn’t authorized from accessing the building. You flashed your badge at a guarding female police officer before ducking underneath the caution tape.

“Sarge! Over here!” Detective Chambers came running up to you. He already had your bulletproof vest in his hands.

“Talk to me, Chambers. What do we got?” You asked as you removed your coat, tossing it aside on the ground. You allowed him to help you into your vest, quickly buckling it securely around your upper body.

“Forty-five year old male, homicide suspect who fled the scene after stabbing a nineteen year old girl to death in Central Park earlier this evening. He’s been on the run from law enforcement after witnesses identified him and placed him at the scene where the girl's body was found. He ran into this building and barricaded himself into an apartment with two girls. He’s armed,” he informed you as the two of you made your way into the building and up the stairs towards the apartment. “Teenager’s name is Sarah, she’s sixteen. She was babysitting her sister, Lily, who is seven years old. The girls are absolutely terrified, Sarge. We brought up the negotiators, but the man is one stubborn son of a bitch and we haven’t been able to get through to him. Police snipers are on the roof across the street, but—”

“We don’t want either one of the girls to accidentally get caught in the crossfire,” You finished for him. “Where are the parents?”

“Someone finally got a hold of them, they’re on their the way.”

“Well, let’s hope by the time they get here, their daughters are out of that apartment.”

“Sergeant.” Your Lieutenant, Robert Lewis, came up to you. “Sorry to have to call you to work on your one night off. But you’re the only one fit to handle this situation.” He paused, lowering his voice slightly as he said to you, “I trust that there won’t be any trouble from that superhero boyfriend of yours, tonight. The one who likes to show up and cause an even bigger ruckus than necessary.”

“He won’t, Lieutenant.” You assured him, confidently. “What’s this man’s name?”

“Charles William Baker. Chambers filled you in on the rest?” He asked you, escorting you past the SWAT team officers that were crowding the entire hallway, at the ready with their gear and weapons in hand. You nodded and he stopped, gesturing towards the locked door. “Great, then we’ll let you go ahead and take it away. You know what to do.”

You knocked loudly on the door. “Charles Baker?”

“Go away!” A loud voice boomed from the other side. “I already told your little friends that I ain’t comin’ out!”

Your Lieutenant cleared his throat from behind you. “Charles, we have one of our best Sergeants in the NYPD here. She wants to talk to you and try to help you out of this sticky situation that you’re currently in. She can help you out, if you let her.”

You introduced yourself with both your first and last name, then added, “He’s right. I’m here to help you, all of you. I know you have two girls in there with you. Can you tell me if anyone’s been hurt at all?”

“They’re fine!” He grumbled from the other side of the door. “Haven’t touched ‘em.”

“And I believe you, Charles. I really do. But these other guys, they have to hear it from the girls, just to be sure. Do you think you can have them tell us their names and state if they’re okay?” You asked, pressing your ear against the door.

There was another low grumble from the other end followed by a momentary pause. Then, you heard them.

“My name is Sarah and I’m okay!” A young girl’s voice called shakily.

“My name is Lily, I’m okay too!” An even younger girl squeaked, sounding frightened. “But I really want my mommy and daddy!”

You sighed in relief hearing their voices. They sounded shaken, but unharmed. “I know you do, sweetheart. They’re on their way, your mommy and daddy will be here very soon.” You paused, putting your hand on the doorknob lightly. “Okay, Charles. Thank you for doing that for us. Now, can you please let me in so that I can talk to you?”

“You fuckin’ kidding me? You think I’m gonna open this door so that the second I do, the whole SWAT team comes runnin’ in here to blow my head off? I ain’t that stupid!” He shouted.

“No, no! They’re all standing down right now. And it’ll just be me who comes into the apartment, I promise,” You called through the door. “I want to help Sarah and Lily. And I want to help you too, Charles. Can you please just let me inside so that we can talk face to face? See if we can work something out?”

He hesitated for a long minute. “Fine! We can talk. I’ll let you inside, but only you! And I want you to come in without your gun! He paused before adding, “And without your vest. That’s my deal! Take it or leave it.”

Chambers shook his head, hissing to you, “Nope! Absolutely fucking not, Sarge. That’s way too dangerous. It’s too risky. And besides, if Steve finds out that I let you go into that apartment without your vest, he’ll fucking kill me.”

He wasn’t completely wrong about that.

Steve already had a distaste for your partner for reasons you weren’t quite sure of. But he already didn’t like the guy. Chambers would only go even higher up his shit list if he knew that he let you go into a hostage situation without your bulletproof vest on.

Lieutenant Lewis stepped forward. “We could possibly catch him off guard and storm in as soon as he opens the door.”

“No!” You whispered sharply. “It already sounds like he might trust me and I need him to keep on trusting me until we can get Sarah and Lily out of there safely. Besides, you know as well as I do that if we ambush him without knowing exactly where he has the girls in the apartment, they could end up getting hurt or worse, killed. If this is the only way he’ll talk to me, then I have no choice but to do it.” You took your gun out of its holster and handed it to him. You then slipped off your protective vest and handed it to Chambers, who had gone as pale as ghost. You gestured for them to step back, and once they did, you knocked on the door again. “Okay, Charles. I’m ready to come in. It’s just me, with no vest and no gun. Can you let me in?”

Jesus Christ, if Steve only knew what you were about to do...

He would probably never forgive you.

The door opened ever so slightly, and you could see an older, dark haired man through the crack. He was tall and on the slender side, but still had a tough, rugged look about him. His white polo shirt was covered in dried blood and he held a grammar-school aged girl with bright red hair at his side, the barrel of his gun pressed into her back. “Get in here, now. Anyone tries anything and the girl dies.” He stood back far enough to let you into the apartment. He instructed you to close the door, lock it, and put your hands in the air. He then shoved the little girl towards an older redhead who was sitting on the floor before he ordered you to stand facing the wall. He quickly patted your body down to make sure you weren’t concealing a firearm and then turned you around, pointing his pistol directly at your head. He let his eyes glaze over you slowly. “Well, aren’t you just a pretty thing. One wrong move from you and I put a bullet in your brain, sweetheart. Understood?”

“Understood,” You confirmed, keeping your hands up. “Nobody has to get hurt here.” You looked at the two sisters, giving them the best calm, reassuring look that you could possibly muster for them. Their faces were bright red, streaked with terrified tears. You remembered they had been in this situation for over an hour now, and your heart sank for them. “Hi Sarah. Hi Lily. My name is Sergeant Y/L/N and I’m a police officer. No matter what, I need for the two of you to stay calm, okay?” The girls nodded and you turned your attention back over to the suspect. “Hey, how about we let them go? There’s no need for them to be here, Charles. We should just let them go.”

“You’ve got some kinda nerve!” He growled, walking up to you and pressing the barrel of his gun against your chest. “Comin’ in here thinkin’ you can tell me what to do! In case you haven’t noticed, I’m the one with the gun in my hand! I’m in charge here!”

“Charles, I’m here because I want to help you. If you don’t let these innocent little girls go, my guys outside will burst in here and they will take you down. You won’t make it out of here alive.” You paused as the image of Steve’s face popped into your mind. You knew if he saw what was happening, if he saw this man pressing a gun into your chest, he would tear this man to shreds with his bare hands and then he definitely wouldn’t make it out of here alive. “Please, they’re children. Just let them go. You can keep the gun on me, I will make sure my men continue to stand down and then you and I can talk about what’s going on. Do you think we can do that?”

Charles looked at the two girls for a moment. He rolled his eyes and gestured for them to stand up off the floor. “Fine. Get ‘em out of here, I was sick and tired of all their cryin’ anyway. But any funny business from you or those guys out there and it’s lights out for you, got it?”

You nodded. You gathered the two sisters and escorted them towards the door, all the while, there was a gun pressed into your back, the barrel of it poking you directly between your shoulder blades. “Hey guys, he is letting Sarah and Lily go now!” You called out to your fellow officers, being sure to follow the proper procedure so nobody on the other side would make a wrong move and possibly cost you your life. “He has his gun on me, but I am okay! Please stand down! The girls are coming out now!”

Charles unlocked the door and the girls sobbed in relief as they scrambled out to safety. He quickly shut the door behind them, locking it once again before he grabbed you by the arm and shoved you harshly down onto the floor, your body landing on it with a loud thud. “So what exactly do you wanna talk about, sweetheart?” He asked, waving the weapon back and forth in the air as you turned so you were lying on your back. “Come on! You said you wanted to talk to me, so talk! What, do you think you can help fix me? Help me see the error of my ways? Convince me to let you cuff me and take me to jail?”

“It doesn’t have to be like this,” You tell him, speaking carefully. “We can both walk out of this building alive. But you need to cooperate with me and my men.”

He scoffed. “Who said I wanna make it out alive, dollface?”

“You don’t want to die, Charles. Not like this. Not being taken out by gunfire from an entire SWAT team. If you just listen to me and do as I say, you can make it out of here alive and in one piece. Okay?”

“Why? So that you can just throw my ass in a cell for life for killing that girl at the park?”

“At least you won’t be dead,” You attempt to reason with him. “Do anything to me and my guys will barge in here and you’ll be gone before your body even hits the floor. Is that really what you want? Is that really how you want to go out?”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Listen here princess, being dead is a hell of a lot better than bein’ locked up in some cage for the rest of my fuckin’ life.” He aimed his gun at your forehead. “And since I’m goin’ down, might as well take a pretty little thing like you with me.”

Your heart slammed painfully against your ribcage and you braced yourself for the possibility of not being able to talk this criminal down. If he really would rather be dead than go to prison, you were screwed. “You really don’t want to do this, okay? I know that you don’t.”

Charles placed his finger on the trigger. “Bet you thought you’d come in here and be some big hero for saving those little girls and arrestin’ me for muder,” he taunted you, taking a step closer to you. “I’m gonna die tonight. And so are you.” He chuckled, any shred of his humanity completely gone. “Ladies first, sweetheart. I insist.”

You swallowed dryly, closing your eyes as you waited for the inevitable.

Suddenly, there was a loud crashing noise that came through the window and you lifted your arm, shielding your face from the sharp little pieces of glass that went flying all over the apartment. Lowering your arm, your eyes snapped open and that’s when you saw him, Captain America, standing right in front of you and blocking you from the suspect and his weapon, which had gone off the moment that he had crashed in through the window. The bullet had ricocheted off of his shield, and before the other man could make any moves, the Avenger had sent him flying across the room with one single punch, nearly knocking him completely unconscious. He stepped towards the groaning criminal, his large fists curled and ready to beat the remaining daylights out of the bastard for having threatened your life. However, he didn’t get the chance to because in that moment, SWAT burst through the door, shouting for everyone to get down on the ground.

Steve remained on his feet and held a hand up, stopping them in their tracks. “Stand down!” He commanded them. “Stand down! I’m on the job!”

Chambers and Lewis ran into the apartment and looked at you, a mix of confusion and relief on their faces.

“Sarge! You alright?” Chambers went over to help you up from the floor.

Steve immediately stood in his way. “I got her,” he barked, giving him a furious look. He nodded over to the now unconscious man. “Get his ass out of here. Make sure he gets put away for the rest of his natural born life.”

Not wanting to test the waters, Chambers backed off and simply nodded. “You got it, Captain.”

Steve reached down, took your hand and helped you to your feet. He kept an arm around your waist as he helped you downstairs and out of the building into a waiting ambulance. He lifted you up and sat you on a gurney in the back of the rig as a young paramedic checked you over right there at the scene so that you could avoid going to the hospital. Besides a few minor cuts here and there from the shattered window glass, you had remained relatively unscathed.

“I’m fine,” You mumbled, stubbornly.

“Protocol,” Steve muttered, looking as pissed as he’d ever been.

"I know, Captain," You replied, sourly.

Once the paramedic finished his assessment, Steve asked if he was free to take you home. The first responder gave him the okay and Steve reached for you, helping you out of the rig despite the fact that you weren’t hurt and could do it yourself. Not wanting to cause a commotion with Steve there at the scene, you say nothing as you let him pick you up in his arms and carry you over to the car.

“Sergeant!” A small voice yelled behind him. It was the little girl, Lily. Behind her was her sister, Sarah, and who you could only assume were the girls’ parents. She looked at you being carried in Captain America’s arms and her big green eyes went wide. “Did the bad man hurt you?”

“No, I promise he didn’t,” You assured her, mustering a small smile. “I’m fine.”

“The girls told us what you did. That you got him to let them go,” Their mother said, tears of joy streaming down her face. “Thanks to you, they didn’t get hurt.”

Her husband nodded. “We just wanted to thank you for your bravery, Sergeant. You risked your life for our two daughters, and we can’t thank you enough.”

Steve’s lips tightened into a thin line. He cleared his throat. “With all due respect, folks. I really should get her home.”

You uttered a quick goodbye to the family before Steve whirled around and put you into the passenger’s seat of your car. The incredibly tense silence between the two of you wasn’t broken until the minute that he carried you up to your apartment and set you down.

“You promised me, Steve,” You said, your voice thick as he slammed the front door shut behind you.

“And if I had kept that promise, you would be dead right now,” he replied rigidly. “So I think it’s safe to say that it’s a damn good thing I didn’t keep it.”

“I had it handled!” You snapped at him.

“Yeah, lying there helplessly on the floor while he had a gun pointed right at your head, I could see that you definitely had everything under control, Sergeant.” He walked up to you, anger flashing in his blue eyes. “What’s the matter with you? Going in there with no vest and no gun? Putting yourself in that situation was so stupid, what the hell were you thinking?” He hissed. “And you had better tell your dumbass partner to stay far away from me because the fact that he let you go in there—”

You cut him off. “It wasn’t his call, it was mine! I chose to go in there without my gun and vest because it was the only way he’d let me inside! I had to do it or he never would have let those girls go!”

“You risked your neck!” Steve shouted at you, his booming voice echoing off the walls of the small apartment. “That man had absolutely nothing to lose, he wanted to die. He was going to fucking kill you and then let NYPD take him out! He knew exactly what he was doing by letting you into that building!”

“You can’t keep doing this, Steve! You can’t keep interfering with my job!” Your heart squeezed painfully as raised your voice back at him. You were sick of having these fights with him. You loved Steve more than anything in the world and you just wanted these damn arguments to stop. “I don’t interfere with yours!”

“Of course you don’t! That’s because I’m—” Steve stopped, clamping his mouth shut. He didn’t want to go there.

You crossed your arms over your chest and looked up at him, expectantly. “Because you’re what? Faster than me? Bigger than me? Stronger than me? Smarter than me?” You listed off for him. “Because you’re an Avenger?”

Steve sighed and didn’t say anything as he tore his eyes away from yours.

“Look, I might not be a superhero like you are. I might not be an Avenger. I don’t have a special superhuman power or gift. But that doesn’t mean that you’re any better than me,” You said, your voice wavering slightly. “Even an ordinary human being like me can help people in need too.”

He frowned, shaking his head. “You know damn well that I don’t think that I’m better than you, I never have and never will.”

“Then stop treating me like I can’t handle shit!”

Steve looked away from you again, briefly hesitating. He truly was the rock in your relationship, he always kept himself strong and he normally wasn’t the type to be overly emotional with you because he didn’t want to show his weak side when it came to you. But as he spoke, he forced himself to meet your gaze and his voice actually trembled as his eyes met yours. “If something ever happens to you, like it almost did tonight, I’ll lose my fucking mind. Do you not understand that?”

Your expression instantly softened. “Steve…”

“I’ve lost people before, people that I care about. And it was hard. But if I ever lost you?” He shook his head again at the thought, a strand of his perfect, dark blonde hair falling into his face. “I really don’t know what the hell I would do. I wouldn’t be able to survive that. I would never be able to survive losing you.”

You weren’t stupid. Of course you’d known that Steve loved you and that he worried for your safety while you were on the job, but he had never before expressed his fears like this to you before. You reached up, gently touching his cheek. “Well, seeing as you’re always looking out for me, I don’t think that’s ever going to happen, Cap.”

“I know you hate it when I follow you and keep an eye on you. It’s not because I don’t trust you. It’s other people I don’t trust.” Steve placed his hand over yours as you cradled his cheek. “I know you’re capable of handling yourself and I know that you’re damn good at what you do. You saved those two little girls from getting hurt, or possibly worse. You’re a hero for that. But you can’t blame me for worrying sick about you when shit hits the fan, like it did tonight.”

“Steve, I understand how you feel. You don’t think I worry about you when you go off on your missions? Of course I do. Avenger or not, I worry sick about you too when you’re working. But I don’t stand or get in your way because I know that people need you. And I wish you could see that people need me too.”

Steve leaned down and kissed your forehead. “I know they do.” He sighed softly against your skin. “Look, I’m really sorry for getting so mad at you tonight. I didn’t mean to get so upset and I definitely didn’t mean to raise my voice at you. And I can’t promise that I will completely stop interfering from now on, especially after what happened earlier, but what I can promise you is that I’ll at least try not to interfere.”

You dropped your hand from his cheek and put it on his chest. “That’s all I can ask for, Steve. And I’m sorry for raising my voice at you too. I know you only do what you do because you don’t want anything to happen to me.”

Steve wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer against him. He tilted his head down, pressing his mouth to yours in a slow, lingering kiss. He pulled away slightly, his mouth still hovering over yours as he tucked a loose lock of hair behind your ear. “It’s not too late. What do you say we clean ourselves up and resume our movie night, Sergeant?”

You smiled softly against his lips. “Sounds like a plan to me, Captain.”

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11 reasons why cap 4 should reintroduce Bucky Barnes as the love interest, an essay

to start this off, i am not writing this essay from a shipping place nor do i believe that this would have any influence at all over the upcoming movie. i expect nothing. this is simply something that i would personally like to see. (of course no hate to anybody who thinks differently)

here are 11 reasons why i think making Bucky into Sam Wilson's love interest in Cap 4 would be a good move for Disney.

1. on the Chinese film market - and why it's an irrelevant argument against the inclusion of homosexual themes in Cap 4

the Chinese film market is something that has been blamed for a lack of diversity in Hollywood films a lot lately. many people claim that this market with a lot of buying power has been responsible for the lack of gay and black representation in particular within Hollywood films.

and we have certainly seen Hollywood treating it as such, going so far as to cut gay scenes from movies for their Chinese releases, and vastly minimising John Boyega's (a black actor's) presence in the Chinese poster of Star Wars The Force Awakens.

[image ID: on the left is an image of the American poster for Star Wars The Force Awakens, featuring John Boyega prominently on the right-hand side. And on the right is the Chinese poster for the same movie, in which John Boyega is barely visible.]

so we know at the very least that Disney believes this through their own actions and efforts to self-censor for the different markets.

but Captain America 4 is a black-led movie, don't you forget. and Disney can't minimise Sam Wilson/Anthony Mackie in the movie or the poster because it's his movie and his poster. and no amount of creativity in the editing room can change that (thank God!).

so if by their own argument the film is already going to be either banned, panned or slammed in China... then what do they have to fear from making it a gay movie too?

2. oh, the queerbaiting

queerbaiting is an unusual cultural idea. and sometimes i find myself thinking that the term is far too easily used, but then all of a sudden i will stumble upon a movie or show that is so quintessentially cruel and overt in it's... well... queerbaiting that i will start to wonder what the hell kind of a bizarre relationship all these straight people seem to have with their friends. take Troy and Abed from Community or John and Sherlock from Sherlock as the perfect examples of this. (in which my reaction to the show's creators saying the show wasn't gay was to ask so then why did you make it so gay?!)

i felt that Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes in tfatws were getting quite close to this level of queerbaiting.

there was the field scene, the couple's counselling scene, the boat scene, the couple's counselling scene, Bucky going with Sam to face Karli when she told Sam to come alone, the couple's counselling scene, ALL the staring scenes, Sam checking out Bucky's ass here as they said goodbye, the "i would move in with him but" hidden scene, "Uncle Bucky" showing up at the cookout scene, the romantic walking off together into the sunset together ending scene, and the couple's counselling scene. did i forget anything? but i mean seriously, the couple's counselling scene!!! that thing they did with their legs and their crotches while staring deep into each other's eyes, would any straight guy willingly do that? do straight guys crotch-snuggle now?

[image ID: an image of Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes during the therapy scene with the quote, "Isn't anybody going to drag me into impromptu couple's therapy and slot my legs firmly between theirs before staring deeply into my eyes?"]

(yeah i stole this image from a buzzfeed article on the fan reactions to the couple's therapy scene. but given that they stole 80% of the content of that article from fandom tumblr, i think it's pretty even-steven.)

there's also the fact that people started talking about bisexual Bucky Barnes a lot after the tiger pictures line, and the lead writer Malcom Spellman responded to the talk of Bucky's bisexuality with "just keep watching". well we watched, Malcolm. but it's beginning to feel like you were just jerking us around.

3. the writing

seriously though, what else is Bucky Barnes doing right now in the MCU? his only remaining connection to anything going on right now is through Sam. there is literally nothing else established that's left for him to do that doesn't involve Sam. he moved to Louisiana to be closer to Sam (canonically), he hangs out with Sam's family (canonically), and Steve is presumably gone and is definitely not coming back for more adventures.

he has no villains or loose ends left. he has no other superheroes that he appears to be in contact with. he has no girlfriend or potential love interest, or even other friends or family. he is living in a tent that he has secretly set up in Sam's backyard and is mysteriously appearing from the bushes when it's time for dinner like a stray cat.

in my opinion there is no other meaningful and pre-established progression for Bucky's character that wouldn't just feel cheap.

plus, i don't think the general audience would be all that surprised if they kissed. i think a LOT of people picked up on all that tension. i think a lot of straight people picked up on all that tension too.

4. the chemistry between the actors & the chemistry between the characters

the original pitch for tfatws was essentially just this, it was the chemistry between Sebastian Stan and Anthony Mackie and their respective MCU characters of Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson.

now obviously Anthony and Sebastian are simply friends, and i wouldn't mean to imply anything more. but they are also not their characters.

Sam and Bucky's scenes together before tfatws were both limited and short, and yet audiences still fell in love with the dynamic between the two characters.

in interviews, these two actors are constantly slipping into character and flirting with each other and frankly it's adorable. plus it's really entertaining. i'd love to see that dynamic, unfiltered, in a movie.

because believe it or not the flirting is actually even more open in their interviews than it was in tfatws. and i'm leaving some links as proof.

this here is known as the "married" compilation

and here's a "lucky dip" selection of interviews - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5,

and here's Anthony trying to get Seb to take his jacket off.

i'm just saying, why not let their chemistry shine? these two are so talented and so entertaining, especially when you put them in a room together. and can you imagine how absolutely hilarious and brilliant it would be to watch them navigate being a couple?

(and for those who bring up the "friends would be uncomfortable pretending to be dating" argument, i'm not here asking for a sex scene or anything. i don't think anyone would expect them to show any more intimacy (physical or emotional) while playing a couple than what they've already shown together in say... tfatws or in their own interviews. not that i actually expect anything regardless.)

5. if they were a man and a woman they would've gotten together in tfatws

i have no more to add here. just that... yeah, they would've.

6. and i'm not talking about the comics here, i'm talking about the MCU.

i understand fully that none of what i'm saying here falls in line with these characters from the comics. but the mcu itself doesn't fall much in line with the comics either, and these two characters especially are very different from their comics counterparts.

i'm not asking for these two to get together in the comics. tbh i don't think that it would work.

but the mcu Sam and Bucky are different and closer than their comics counterparts. they've got different histories, different backstories, and a very different dynamic. please rest assured that i am only talking about them in the mcu.

7. Bucky Barnes is believably bisexual. and Sam Wilson has never been proven to be straight in the mcu, nor has he had a love interest.

(now please continue to keep in mind that these points only stand for the mcu versions of Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson, and not at all for their comics counterparts.)

Sam Wilson has never had a love interest, which is crazy because have you seen that man! he has had two blink and you'll miss it moments of verbal expression of attraction to women, both in TWS. and that's the extent of it, through his entire history in the mcu.

Bucky Barnes has had a number of surface-level female love interests, but none of them even came close to the level of connection and chemistry that Bucky shares with Sam.

and i'm sorry SarahBucky fans, but i just don't think there's very much to their relationship either. i love Sarah, i really do. but it's Sam who shares all the meaningful moments and history and chemistry with Bucky. and i don't see what making her into a love interest would do for Sarah's character either, what would that add to her story?

[Picture ID: Bucky at the cookout with Sam, Sarah, Cass and AJ. Bucky and Sam are looking at each other and smiling.]

and also there is the whole tiger pictures thing... again. which does strongly suggest that Bucky is bisexual whether this was intentional on behalf of the writers or not.

8. it's representation... AND it feels natural

marvel hasn't had a lot of queer representation that's been noticeably present in the MCU at the time of writing this.

there have been a lot of failures so far, from the bisexual erasure of Valkyrie in Thor Ragnarok to the wlw erasure in Black Panther.

there was queerbaiting almost identical to the bisexual Bucky baiting for Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 2. when asked if he had considered featuring a gay hero in gotg2, director James Gunn stated that "We might have already done that. I say, watch the movie." after the movie's release audiences were understandably confused about the lack of queer representation. To which the director followed up his comments with, "But we don't really know who's gay and who's not. It could be any of them."

there is also Loki, considered by most fans after the airing of his six episode series on Disney+ to be both a poor attempt at both genderfluid representation and bisexual representation. with both attempts being summed up fairly well by the term "blink-and-you'll-miss-it". (also it's just terribly written and Loki doesn't wear any interesting clothes! fanficcers are a Goddamn blessing in this hard time!)

and let us not forget that Andrew Garfield was apparently FIRED for pushing for a bisexual spiderman. a bisexual spiderman within an interracial mlm relationship no less.

so for all these failures, marvel, why not allow us queer fans this? two brilliant and heroic men in a loving interracial relationship. two heroes that we can look up to.

now, one of the biggest detractions from the argument for representation is the idea of "forced diversity". and some poorly written characters certainly do end up feeling forced into the narrative. take Iceman in the comics for example, with Jean Grey just straight up suddenly telling him he's gay. like, marvel, sweetie, that's not how this works! and i don't know a lot of queer people who thought much of that "representation".

but the crux of the "forced diversity" argument is almost always that it feels unnatural within the story, right? and i don't think that anyone could say that about MCU Sam and Bucky ending up together, given these characters' existing chemistry and their history. they've both played characters in gay relationships before so we know that it's not outside of either actor's wheelhouse. and y'all know that Anthony and Seb can act, people. if it's in the script i believe that they'll make it seem like the most natural thing on earth.

9. it'd be a nice change

there's been an ongoing meme lately about "Disney's first gay character", the joke being that they continually announce gay characters without really ever including gay characters in their films.

this is to the point where Disney has formed a reputation amongst queer audiences of being homophobic.

if Sam and Bucky were to become a couple, then Disney could have its first actual gay character within a gay relationship. AND have him be in the lead of his own movie, no less.

it's also worth keeping in mind that there's likely an overlap between the people who were outraged by a Sam Wilson Captain America, and the people who'd be outraged by a gay Captain America. and if they were already not seeing the film, then i don't think much is gonna change that.

queer audiences would definitely love it, and the media attention would be guaranteed to be huge. i mean, simply look at the amount of media attention mere rumours of a character's queerness gets you and multiply that by a canon confirmation of said rumours.

but i'm pretty sure that Disney already knows this.

10. and yet, in truth, it's not about the representation

in truth i've never felt that i had any trouble relating to characters of any sexual orientation, race, gender, sex, body type, etc. (although that is not to throw any shade at all on people who do wish to see themselves represented) but for me, i think it's more about the story than the packaging.

and yet, a love story is still just a story. straight or queer, monoethnic or interracial. when two characters have chemistry and history and have sacrificed for each other time and time again, and they also can't keep their hands or their eyes off each other, then i'm pretty sure that that's a love story.

straight or queer, monoethnic or interracial, it shouldn't be about these simple labels. it should be about how well written the relationship is. it should be about chemistry, and history, and sacrifice.

because i'm fucking sick of all the hollow, forced romances in media no matter the genders of the participants. i'm sick of lazily written, shallow relationships where any two people sharing the same space for any extended period of time will simply fall in love. it's boring, it's repetitive, and as a writer myself it drives me up the wall!

romance stories suck! and everyone knows that romance stories suck. between twilight, and most of the entire YA genre, and love triangles (so boring), and romance used as poorly-written throwaway subplots in Hollywood movies, the world is in agreement that the romance in western media is simply dreadful. and yet we still want love stories. it's an entire genre that sits at the heart of the human experience (<3), and yet one which so few of today's best known writers seem truly able to capture.

i don't think that i'm the only one who feels this way, either. i suspect it's actually a large part of why fandom is so romance-centred in the first place, that we're all just starving for a good love story.

(btw i think fandom has a reputation for being something that as a whole that it is not. it has this reputation for straight up demanding things and harassing people until they get their way. while unfortunately there are a few people who do this, they're fucking annoying and i swear that they're far from the majority.

in my experience fandom is mostly about writing a five thousand word story at three am while drunk off your ass because it might make someone whom you've never met smile, editing it in the cold light of day, and then posting it. expecting nothing. sometimes getting nothing. and sometimes getting someone send you kudos or a comment so heartbreakingly wonderful that it makes you smile in return.)

11. so once again, it is all about the writing.

i want to see Sam and Bucky get together in the mcu, not because they would be a gay couple but because i genuinely believe that their story has potential to be an amazing love story.

and i know the mcu isn't about the romance. it's why in my personal opinion we haven't gotten a lot of good canon romances besides Peter Quill and Gamora. and i don't think that the mcu should be all about the romance either. i fucking love the action and the fighting scenes. i love the comedy. Captain America: The Winter Soldier had no romance and it was a fucking treasure, it was an amazing spy-action-thriller and it made my little gay heart dance. Thor Ragnarok had no romance, and it was an utterly brilliant comedic spectacle action film. not every movie needs romance.

but mcu Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes were doing couple's therapy and fixing a boat and walking off into the sunset together in tfatws. they were inseparable on the battlefield. they've got a dynamic. it's beautiful, it's romantic, and it's gold.

a budding relationship between them in the next movie would be a good way to explore both characters more without the narrative feeling too stilted and separate. at the end of tfatws, both Sam and Bucky fans found that their respective fave felt somewhat underutilised and that their characters were underexplored.

now, that problem would be even more difficult to remedy in a movie, because the plotline of a movie needs to be really tight to work (giggity). and we know that the central conflict of the movie is gonna be action-based (which is good), but we still need each character's personal journey and growth to tie into the main conflict. (which is another issue that some fans found with tfatws, that these characters didn't really feel connected to the action-based plot on a more personal level.)

if Sam and Bucky are already in a relationship, however, this whole dynamic changes. first, their relationship has already been set up for nicely since TWS and through tfatws and they would officially be the best-fleshed-out couple in the mcu. but most importantly, a relationship gives them a perfect vehicle to explore both of their pasts comparatively and connect them personally to the action-based plot.

do you want to establish that Sam is a little too trusting and naïve? then establish this through his relationship with Bucky, and through showing his placing his trust in Bucky. (rather than through having him sympathise with a villain who threatened to murder his sister and his nephews).

perhaps you want to show Bucky recovering from his trauma? show us how comfortable he is with Sam. they get along, they're enjoying each other's presence, we see more of Sam's life and of his family, and then let Bucky tell Sam something that's raw and dark and honest about his life as The Winter Soldier. something about a memory, one that he only just recalled. he's opening up. and maybe what he tells Sam is even something that sets up the future action-based conflict, to ground that in something real.

you want to explore that Sam has trauma too? do this through Bucky. he tells Bucky a story about his time in the military. in the form of a flashback, he shares his own story of loss to evoke before the audience the shared theme of feeling at fault even when you're simply a helpless bystander to an act of pure destruction.

then, action sequence! and it's directly connected to Bucky's time as the Winter Soldier. explore the grief of someone whose life the Winter Soldier tore apart manifesting into a villain perpetuating the cycle of pain. establish your villain.

Later, Sam is dragged into battle against this villain for protecting Bucky. But Bucky doesn't want Sam to protect him. He feels guilt for what he can't control and he doesn't want Sam getting hurt because of him. Bucky reminds Sam that he has a family, one who needs him and who loves him. He tells him to go home.

Sam reminds Bucky that he's a part of that family. And that sure Sam's a hero and his job is to protect anyone and everyone, but that he's doing it because he wants to. It's not simply to prove that he can, or to prove that he's not a bystander (this connects to Sam's trauma here), but that he's doing it to help people.

and this gets Bucky thinking about who he is and what he's doing here. is he a hero who stands by Sam's side? or is he an ordinary man who stands aside? or perhaps, does he stand alone? what does he stand for? Maybe Sam knows. But does Bucky?

Sam and Bucky fight off the villain again, and for the first time Bucky meets this adversary face to face. And Bucky recognises this villain, and has a flashback to the genuine pain that he inflicted upon them in the form of the Winter Soldier. Bucky freezes mid-fight, he almost dies, and Sam has to save him.

Sam chews Bucky out for almost getting killed because he was afraid for him. but Bucky takes this the wrong way and goes off to fight the villain alone, or perhaps to die alone, he's not quite sure.

He puts up a half-hearted fight. He apologises for what the Winter Soldier has done, and he waits for the killing blow, when Sam swoops down and he saves him. He asks Sam why he saved him and Sam calls him a moron. And then, Sam asks him what sacrificing himself would solve. He tells him that you can't choose your past but you can choose your future (connecting to his own experience of loss and guilt and grief). And that no matter what Bucky Barnes still has a future, whether that's as the Winter Soldier or the White Wolf or just some dork with a day job. And that he has a future as a part of Sam's family too.

Sam fights the villain, and it's toe to toe. He delivers a few good blows, but receives a fair few himself. And then the villain tears off his wings, first one and then the other, in a manner reminiscent of what the Winter Soldier did to him in TWS. Through Bucky's eyes there's a flashback to highlight the parallels. Sam gets back on his feet and he fights his best fight, but is now losing.

And then the heavily injured Bucky steps up and fights by Sam's side, and only together do they take down the villain.

"So... I inspired you, huh?" Sam teases with a smile, utterly exhausted. "With my heroism and-"

"You inspired me." Bucky said, equally exhausted. "Let's leave it at that."

Together, Sam and Bucky go back to the safety and warmth of their family. Sam fixes his wings. Sam goes back to being Captain America. And Bucky... he's around, but it's unclear what he's doing.

That is, until the very end. When Sam is in a fight, and suddenly Bucky shows up and helps him out.

"What are you doing here?" Sam asks.

"I've made up my mind." Bucky says. "I'm the Winter Soldier. But now I'll save lives, Sam. Now, like you, I'll be a hero."

Sam smirks. "So does this make you my sidekick, then?"

Bucky smiles. "C'mon, at least make me a partner." He says.

"How about co-workers." Sam says (in flashback, he remembers back to the death of his last on-the-job partner).

"How about friends." Bucky says, with a wry look.

"Bucky... I don't want to see you put your dumbass self in danger." Sam says.

"Oh, and it's ok for you to go running off into danger on your own all the time?" Bucky asks.

"Yes." Sam says stubbornly. "Absolutely it is."

"Why?"

"Because I'm not a dumbass?!"

"Sam, if you think I'm not gonna be watching your back for the rest of time... then you're the biggest dumbass I know. And I don't care if you need me or not, I will be there for you."

"Because Sam, you're more than Captain America. You're more than a good soldier. You're a good man. And I think sometimes, the world forgets what the difference is."

...or something like that.

(i only spent like 15 minutes on that. you know if i were actually writing this movie i would come up with something much better. and if anyone from marvel is seeing this, yes i can come work for you. i will make the time, let's do this thing right!)

finale

at the end of the day, whether or not the mcu chooses to make Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes a couple, it's their decision. and they don't owe me anything.

i'm just some random person on the internet. who thinks that Captain America 4 should #givecaptainamericaaboyfriend

#givecaptainamericaaboyfriend #meta #analysis #captain america 4 #caatws #fatws #tfatws #captain america #cap 4 #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky #marvel #mcu #mcu phase 4

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Cutting Edge ~ Nathan MacKinnon

A.N.: Hi everyone! So I’ve decided to write a short story with Nathan MacKinnon. Y/N is a figure skater who becomes the Avs’ new skating coach. This chapter basically just sets it up. The title is an ode to my favorite figure skating movie (the only one I can actually watch without rolling my eyes). I myself was a competitive figure skater, so the terms are accurate.

Also, shout out to @bqstqnbruin for allowing me to bounce this idea off of her! If you have not read her stories, I suggest you check them out! Anyways, enjoy and let me know what you all think!

ch. 1

Prologue

As your music came to it’s ending note, you popped out of your signature scratch spin and dug your toe pick into the ice, effectively stopping your momentum. With a backward bend and a hand reaching up toward the sky, you tried to catch your breath as you heard the crowd erupt around you. The whole rink was lifted with cheers as you held your pose five more seconds. Three, two, one, you counted to yourself as you straightened up, bringing your hand in the air to your beating heart. This had to be a dream. No way did you execute your routine as flawlessly as you felt. But as you smiled and waved to the crowd, picking up a few thrown bouquets of flowers off the ice as you skated toward your beaming coaches, it all became real.

You sat in the kiss and cry booth with your coaches Erica and Larry as you awaited your final scores. Sitting as properly and calmly as possible, you were freaking out on the inside. But you didn’t show it. You never showed it. As Erica had told you when you were 11 competing at your first junior nationals, the judges were always watching…and they were always judging. Off ice appearance was just as important as on ice performance.

You held your breath and gripped your coach’s hands tightly as your scores appeared on the board. You were the last skater of the event, the favorite to win. Your placement would be final, and you were already second after the short program. One by one the judges scores showed, and you could not believe your eyes. They were what you needed, and the crowd erupted again as a first place was placed on the screen by your name. You jumped off the bench seat with your coaches and were immediately wrapped in hugs with happy tears streaming down your cheeks.

Moments later, you were standing on top of the podium with a bouquet in your hands and the United States flag wrapped around your shoulders, a gold medal being placed around your neck. You were smiling so wide your cheeks were hurting. At 20 years old, you were heading toward the end of your single women’s figure skating career and there was no better way then to end it than this. For you, Y/N Y/L/N, were now an Olympic Gold Medalist.

~ ~ ~

The following year, you skated your last performance at the World Championship, going out with the best routine you had ever skated. Your retirement year was full of gold medals as you went out gracefully on top. Single female figure skating careers were never long. By the time you reached 22 you were considered old and the announcers speculated when your last skate would be. Even at 21, you felt like a veteran senior at competitions. After winning the gold at the Olympics though, you had become America’s sweetheart. Your retirement at 21 was one that had stands filled with fans, family and friends. Everything you had worked for since you were 4, was coming to an end.

Continuing with skating, you did shows and exhibitions like every recently retired successful skater does. You traveled with Smucker’s Stars on Ice tour, performed at Scott Hamilton’s Friends on Ice, attended galas, spoke at charity events, and even guest hosted competitions. So when the president of the United States Figure Skating association approached you to be a spokesperson and participant for a new program they were rolling out, you jumped at the opportunity to stay on the ice. Ice was comforting, being at a rink felt like home.

For the skating season of 2020/2021, USFS was partnering with the NHL. Retired skaters who wanted to participate would be assigned to a cooperating NHL team as a new skating coach. The idea was to provide figure skaters with a way to stay on the ice if they did not want to go into coaching figure skating themselves; as well as provide NHL teams with a new skilled pair of eyes, and footwork that could benefit a team’s skating performance. Though figure skaters could be looked at as dainty and fragile, they could turn on a dime, jump on any edge, and take a fall (without pads).

That was how presently, the Colorado Avalanche were watching a short video on who their new skating coach would be. As soon as the words “Olympic champion” came out of Coach Bednar’s mouth, the team was curious. And as soon as they saw this petite figure skater on the screen, some chuckled that you would be the one to yell at them about their skating. Most were impressed by your routines though. Clean, sharp, and precise your movements were. Not to mention a handful thought you were good looking. One player in particular could not take his eyes away from the screen though, watching you with an intensity he usually reserved for studying game films. Nathan MacKinnon could not deny that he found you attractive, and his heart gave a small flutter when you laughed during an interview in the clip.

When the video ended and the lights were turned back on, Coach Bednar got the teams attention. “This is Y/N Y/L/N. She will be our new skating coach for the season. USFS and the NHL have struck a deal for the 20/21 season to see how it goes. If it goes well, it will continue. Not only is this girl an amazing figure skater, but when I had the pleasure to met her at the conference, she was intelligent, kind, and well spoken. She is the spokesperson for this new initiative. She was placed with us because as coaches, we chose her. With all her accolades, I do not need to tell you how many other participating teams also tried to acquire her. USFS thought her personality would work best with our staff, as well as all of you. You will treat her with the respect you have for any coach on this team. If I hear a negative word about Coach Y/L/N out of any of you, you will miss the home opener. She is to be taken seriously, and treated with respect. Do I make myself clear?” Bednar asked, and the team nodded their heads and agreed. “Good. She will be here on Monday for summer camp. Have a nice weekend,” he dismissed his team.

Nate was gathering his things when Gabriel Landeskog clapped him on his shoulder. “This should be interesting,” he spoke with a smile. Nate chuckled and turned toward him.

“You can say that again,” he said as Tyson Jost joined them as they walked out of the rink.

“She’s hot,” Tyson said, matter of fact, to which his captain smacked him upside the head.

“She’s your coach now so behave,” he huffed, though he was laughing. He had seen the way Nate watched the film, and had a feeling that the center was thinking the same thing as Tyson. The younger man rubbed the back of his head dramatically, and said his good byes to his teammates. When it was back to just the two of them, Gabe turned his attention to his alternate captain. “What are you thinking about this figure skater?” he asked in amusement. Nate tried to gather his thoughts. He hadn’t even met the girl and yet the thought of her being at practice tomorrow made his hands clam up. He tried to hid this from his friend as he busied himself finding his car keys.

“I’m thinking that she’s more decorated than any of us. Five National championships, three World championships, and an Olympic gold medal. I feel very unaccomplished,” he spoke. Gabe chuckled and nodded.

“I’m sure that’s exactly what your thinking. See you tomorrow Nate,” Gabe said. Leave it to Nate to remember the skater’s stats before he even met them. He was interested to see how this would play out.

#nhl imagine #colorado avalanche #nhl x reader #nhl fanfiction #nathan mackinnon imagine #nathan mackinnon x reader #nate mackinnon imagine #cutting edge #hockey imagine #nhl fic #nhl imagines

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simsadventures · 4 years

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New Meanings

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve keeps using a certain word, and you can’t help but imagine what it would be like if he meant the word the way it’s usually meant. That is, until he shows you.

Warnings: fluff, crack, Steve is a dumbass, smut (MUST BE 18+ TO READ THIS STORY), swearing

Word Count: 2474

A/N: Steve story is here!! This was written for @kellyn1604 ’s writing challenge, and I just gotta say, I think you’re one of the greatest on Tumblr so.. yeah! LOVE YOU! My prompt for this challenge was “You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.” from The Princess Bride, 1987. Also, looking at my Steve fics… can I write a thing without sex in it? PROBABLY NOT! Hope you’ll enjoy!

Steve Rogers Masterlist __ Masterlist

Smash

verb (used with object)

to break to pieces with violence and often with a crashing sound, as by striking, letting fall, or dashing against something; shatter

the action/process of fucking someone good.

Sitting in the kitchen, you and Sam were chatting about the latest mission, trading tips and sharing a few good laughs. You and Sam were pretty close, probably closest of all of the Avengers. You knew each other back from the days of your military assignments, and you both had a sour taste as to how and why your careers ended. But you were both eternally grateful to work through the survivor’s guilt by being a part of the Avengers.

Sam was telling you about the girl he was currently seeing, showing you her photos, when Steve came in the room. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a crush on Captain America. Especially when he was in a combat mode and was bossing you around. But you knew he was too gentle to ever do the things you imagine or to even consider anything else than marriage and then sex.

“How was training, Cap?” Sam hollered, and Steve smiled at the two of you before he sat beside you.

“Good, really good, actually. Bucky was smashing the hell out of me the whole time, so yeah, learned a lot,” Steve said, but looked at you quizzically when both you and Sam burst out laughing. Sam was drinking, so he spat out the water in his mouth, unable to contain himself.

“So, Bucky was giving it to you good, huh?” You said, still laughing, and Sam almost fell off of his chair, that’s how much he was laughing.

Steve obviously didn’t understand what the two of you were on, so he just nodded, and kept watching you. You knew you should shut up and explain what you found so funny, but it was the whole situation, with his face confused to the point steam was almost coming out of his ears from all the thinking. You just couldn’t tell him, not yet, anyway.

You excused yourself and went to your room, still giggling about Bucky smashing the hell out of Steve, before you imagined Steve smashing the hell out of you, and your panties grew damp in a matter of seconds. Well, there’s to wishful thinking, you thought and walked to your room to have a cold shower.

It was the next day that Steve again came from the training, and this time, it was just you in the kitchen, sipping on your coffee. Your training would start later, and you wanted to have a calm morning before Sam would chase your ass around the gym, as he always did.

Steve started with a light chat, asking you about your night, before you asked him about the training, hoping he understood that smash wasn’t the greatest word to use in front of you. But, obviously not.

“Yeah, today was fun, actually. Instead of me, Bucky was smashing Nat the whole time, so I was off the hook.,” Steve said with a smile, and you had to use all your willpower not to start laughing again. But you really didn’t want to make him feel bad, not again that is.

“Yeah, I bet that was fun. Listen, Steve, you keep using that word, and I don’t think it means what you think it means. Or, at least, it had a very different meaning that is as used and it just… it evokes a very different activity than training,” you said carefully, hoping Steve would understand that, but from the clueless look on his face, you deduced that he didn’t understand anything.

“And what is the other meaning, Y/N? I wouldn’t want to say something that makes me sound stupid or anything,” Steve mumbled, looking you straight in your eyes, and you squirmed under his look.

You thought for a second and then thought, fuck it, and you looked him deep in the eye as you stood up.

“It is something I wish you did to me,” you said with a shrug of your shoulders, and swiftly turned around to walk out of the room. Your heart was beating like crazy as you realised you have actually said that and prayed that nobody would actually tell Steve what it meant. You wouldn’t be able to look him in the eye ever again. Especially because he wouldn’t share this little dream of yours. You bet he was only talking to you out of courtesy of you being an Avenger, because he always spent much more time with Bucky, Natasha, and Sam.

But Steve was a kind man, so you knew he didn’t want you to feel unwelcome. And now you told him you wanted to fuck him. Great, just great.

Steve was confused, to say the least. The understood now that the word smash carried another meaning to it that he had yet to discover, but he couldn’t discern what it was. He liked you, maybe a little more than that, and when you told him that it was something you hoped he would have done to you, it confused him and scared him a little. Maybe it meant to leave somebody alone, and how could Steve do that, when the only thing he could think about was either how to ask you out, or how to grab you and fuck you senseless.

He was walking around the compound, head in the clouds as he kept thinking about you when he suddenly saw just the person he needed to talk to.

“Sam!” Steve yelled, making the other man stop in his tracks and raise an eyebrow at his friend. Sam just hoped Steve didn’t want to have an additional sparing session, because Sam couldn’t take much more ass-beating that day.

“Can I ask you something? But I need you to be completely honest with me and explain things to me,” Steve said, and Sam grew cautious, but nodded nevertheless.

“Sure, what it is bro? Hope it’s not something weird, though,” Sam muttered, eyeing Steve up and down.

“No, I just need you to explain a word to me. It’s the word smash, and you were one of those people laughing at me for using it,” Steve remembered, giving Sam a pointed look.

Sam chuckled, remembering the good laugh him and you had that morning.

“Sure, buddy. So, yeah, it could mean what you probably think it means, like break stuff or whoop some ass, you know? But it also means fuck somebody, but not like gentle, sweet lovemaking. Nu-uh, smashing is animalistic, drilling somebody through the mattress, the person not being able to walk for days after that. That’s why we laughed because you made it sound as if Bucky fucked the hell out of you, man,” Sam snickered at the redness that came to Steve’s face and neck.

Oh, so that’s what that means, Steve thought. But then…

Oh!

So that would mean that you… Steve gulped, and Sam noticed his friend’s visible, but very weird discomfort.

“You alright? It’s nothing crazy man, you couldn’t know really.”

Steve coughed to try and get rid of his sinful thoughts. But he couldn’t get the image of you fucked by him out of his mind. He just gave Sam a curt nod and all but sprinted towards the wing where all the apartments were. He knew exactly where to find you and what to do when he did.

There was a knock on the door, and it startled you from what you were doing. And what you were doing wasn’t something you needed people to see. You quickly pulled up the panties that were laying on the mattress, not caring to put on anything more because you hoped that whoever was behind your door would leave you alone to at least finish the job. You’ve been getting to the good part, imagining Steve talking dirty to you, and you knew you didn’t need much more to come, but no. Somebody had to knock on your fucking door.

You opened the door so that only your head peaked from behind it, and your eyes went wide seeing who it was disturbing you. But Steve looked different.

There wasn’t something about him, but you couldn’t find what it was, that made your heartbeat just a tiny bit faster.

“Can I speak to you for a moment, Y/N?” Steve said, his voice a little deeper than usual, which was not helping your current situation.

“Can’t it wait? I was kinda in the middle of something and-“

“In the middle of what?” Steve asked and pushed the door, so he could enter the room. He looked around and saw that everything looked fine, except your bed, which had dishevelled sheets and a pink thing that Steve couldn’t quite make out.

You shrieked, and only then Steve noticed that you weren’t wearing anything more than a baggy shirt and panties. Nothing more. And the shirt wasn’t doing the greatest job at covering your hips. Steve could feel himself growing in his pants, just from the sight of you. He suddenly connected the dots of what you were doing and what probably was the pink thing on your bed.

“I asked, in the middle of what? And don’t make me ask again, sweetheart,” Steve growled, his voice again deeper than before, and you had to stop yourself from moaning.

“I was masturbating,” you whispered, your cheeks tingling from the blush, and you looked at your feet, unable to watch for Steve’s reaction.

And you didn’t even have to because the second you said it out loud, Steve lurched at you, picking you and throwing you over his shoulder, making you screech.

When he dropped you on the mattress and looked at you through hooded eyes, you were done for.

He pounced at you, his body coming in contact with yours, his lips only inches away from your own. You tried to reach him, but he pulled away and caressed your cheek lovingly.

“I need to hear you say you want this. I need you to tell me that you want me to smash you like crazy, baby,” he husked, and you whimpered, no longer in control of your body.

He pressed his growing bulge against your core, and you mewled before grabbing the lapels of his shirt, bringing him close.

“I want you to fuck me like there is no tomorrow. I want nothing more than your dick inside me, Captain,” you whispered seductively, and from the animalistic sound leaving Steve’s throat, you guessed it worked.

Steve didn’t reply, he just kissed you deeply, his hot wet tongue tumbling with yours, making you moan into his mouth. You grinned against him, trying to get some friction where you most needed, and Steve, always the gentleman, laid a helping hand.

His hand snaked inside your panties, and without further notice, his middle finger slipped inside your tight channel, making your back arch up from the bed.

You gasped as you pulled from the kiss, letting yourself feel a part of Steve entering you, revelling at both the feeling and thought of it.

He curled his finger so that it would hit your g-spot, and you made a mental note to ask him how somebody like him, who looked so innocent and clueless, knew how to find this one particular spot that made you moan out his name.

“That’s it, baby. Scream my name, let everyone know who’s making you feel so good!” Steve growled and pumped his finger faster. Before you could reach your peak, he suddenly withdrew from you, looking down at you with a smirk.

“Want to feel you come around me, baby. I’ll make you come a million times after that, but the first time’s gotta be on my dick,” he said, and you obediently pulled your knees to your chest before you let them fall to the sides, giving Steve the perfect view at your dripping pussy.

Steve moaned at the sight and quickly rid himself of all the clothes, before he gripped his cock in his hand, pumping it a few times.

He was well endowed, but you never doubted it. The man just screamed big dick energy.

He came closer to you on his knees, swiping his dick up and down your slit, coating himself in your juices, hitting your clit every time he did so, making your hips buckle with the pleasure coursing through you.

When he finally thrust in, it felt like a dream come true. He filled you perfectly, the slight burn only adding to the pleasure you were feeling, and you knew that your pink friend would never help you again. The dildo was nothing compared to the real thing.

Only when Steve felt your walls unclench did he move again, pushing almost all the way out, before thrusting in again with so much power you almost hit your head against the headboard. The force of this thrust took the air from your lungs, and you became a rag doll, entirely at his mercy.

And Steve knew and loved it. He started fucking you, gripping your thighs to keep your legs wide apart, watching himself disappear in your slick pussy, and alongside the obscene noises coming both form your mouth and the skin slapping against each other, he knew he wouldn’t last long.

His right hand travelled from your thigh to your bundle, and Steve started flicking it expertly, and you could feel your orgasm coming. You didn’t even know, but the only thing you wanted to do was to get Steve’s permission to come.

“Please, please, can I come, Steve? Tell me I can come around you,” you moaned breathlessly, and Steve groaned at your question, his cock twitching almost violently.

“Yes, yes, you can, my good girl. Come, baby, let me feel you,” he groaned, and the groan soon turned into a loud moan as he felt your walls flutter against his cock, gripping him tight and not letting him go until he gave you all he had.

And he did. He gave two more shallow thrusts before he came deep inside you with a roar like an animal, panting heavily from the power of his own orgasm.

When he looked at you, you had a blissful expression on your face, and he couldn’t help himself but to pepper your face with kisses. You giggled adorably, and Steve knew that there wasn’t a way in hell he would ever leave your bed.

“So, I guess you found out what smashing meant?” You asked cheekily, and he pinched your hips, laughing at you.

“Oh, yeah, I did. And I’m not gonna stop smashing you any time soon, baby,” he whispered to your ear, and you shuddered, your walls clenching involuntarily, making Steve groan because he was still sheeted in you.

“Good, I want nothing more,” you said with a smile, earning another kisses form your super-soldier.

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tansypoisoning · 4 years

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Scrappy Doo

You got in trouble often, and it showed. Worse than every bruise and cut, though, was your front door neighbor’s concern. He didn’t know you; he was too busy to know you. You wished he would stop pretending he cared so you could move on with your life in peace, and never have to deal with intrusive thoughts of what it would be like to have a room in his heart.

Me, writing fluff? More likely than you think (and yet not that likely). This is my entry for @jtargaryen18‘s “30 Days of Chris” I’m just trying to branch out a little, and since J’s fics tend to end up being really sweet even if they don’t start that way… Well, I thought I’d go for some sweetness too. Ended up calling out myself in this xD. Anyway, I would appreciate if you guys let me know if you think this is okay. Don’t judge the name too harshly please xD

Fandoms: MCU

Genre: Fluff? Hurt/Comfort? Things you wouldn’t expect from me, I guess.

Ships: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 3166

Warnings: Mentions of violence and injury, some blood, non-graphic descriptions of wound dressing

The bits of bandage and specks of blood in the sink were piling up worryingly fast. You had looked at them to take your eyes and mind of the gash in your arm, but you reckoned you should’ve just closed them.

“One of these days you’re going to lose your head,” The woman in front of you grumbled as she weaved needle and thread through your flesh “and I’m not going to put you back together, I swear.”

You tried to tell her ‘If anyone could it’s you, Molly’, but the stiff thrown pillow stolen from her couch so you’d have something to bite muddled the words to the point none of them were recognizable.

You ground your teeth on the linen with every new puncture, your fingers gripping the edge of the counter like a lifeline. It hurt, but you’d be okay. You’d been through worse. Your love of hiking, parkour, urban exploration, political activism and doing good recklessly (emphasis on the reckless bit), meant you often found yourself beaten and bruised and wounded and just fucked up in general, but it was all worth it. Just last week you’d rescued a woman’s purse! Molly didn’t share your enthusiasm.

“I should really charge you for this,” she complained. She said it every time you showed at her doorstep, and every time she would put you back together free of charge.

Nick by nick, all your wounds were dressed and you were good to go. You dropped the pillowcase in the washing machine before making your way to the door.

“Seriously, you gotta start being more careful.” Your friend called. “I get that you can’t always help it, but…. jumping on a rusty ladder, are you kidding me?”

“I can’t make any promises!” You smiled sheepishly and she rolled her eyes “Thank you, Molly. I really appreciate it.”

She sighed, but her lips curled upwards nonetheless “Yeah, I know. I expect to see you again in a week.”

“You know I’ll visit regardless!”

“Hopefully not bleeding!” She yelled just as you turned around to jog back to your apartment complex just across the street. The walk was familiar, if a little uncomfortable. Your bruised legs hurt as you climbed up the stairs, but you were smiling all the way.

You had just shoved the key in the lock when the door across from your place opened, and someone behind you sighed.

“Again?”

You whirled around on the balls of your feet, arms raised in preparation to salute the other person on the hall with you.

“Hello, captain!” You greeted cheerfully, resting your hand against your forehead.

Captain America’s look of disappointment could make just about everyone wilt, and you weren’t the exception. In fact, maybe you were even weaker to it than the average person.

“What happened this time?” He asked.

“Urban exploration,” you said, your voice losing a considerable amount of volume and enthusiasm “I was on some ladders when they broke down.”

The lines of his forehead deepened. No, this wasn’t disappointment; it was concern. That was somehow worse.

Who the hell was he to be concerned about you? He didn’t know you; he was too busy to know you.

“I’m okay, though. Nothing broken or anything.”

“You got stitches.”

You shrugged. “Stitches, schmeeches.”

He didn’t find it amusing. “And you’re still going on these expeditions alone.”

“Well, who else am I gonna do them with?” Most of your friends lived too far away, and the ones who lived near had no interest in your little misadventures.

Steve didn’t answer. He likely didn’t have an answer, but he also didn’t have the decency to wipe that look of faux worry off his face.

“And how are your expeditions on the culture going?” You used his silence to direct the conversation to a more pleasant topic.

You didn’t know much about Captain America – he didn’t really let himself be known – but living across from him had given you some insight on his life. Given he’d been stuck on ice for seventy years, it was no wonder he’d needed help to acclimate to the radically different world he had woken up in. He got used to the social and political changes with surprising ease, and it didn’t take him long to acquire a passable understanding of current technology. What he struggled with was pop culture.

You had been his media dealer for a few months now, supplying him with an endless stream of movies, series and music (some of which of questionable legality, but he didn’t need to know that). He had told you of his difficulty finding some of the things people had urged him to look into, and you offered to help him with that. You used the opportunity to introduce him to some things that you liked, because it was always nice to have another person to talk to about these things.

“It’s been going,” he said, and you were happy to see his expression softening “slowly, but it’s been going. Thank you for the Prince songs, by the way.”

“You’re so welcome,” you answered with a grin. He had initially given priority to media other people had suggested to him, but he’d been getting around to your things in the last two months or so “Have you watched Mr. Rogers Neighborhood yet?”

“Not yet.”

“You really should. Fred Rogers might be the one person who beats Steve Rogers at the whole ‘being a good human being’ thing.”

“Maybe that’s why I’m putting it off,” he smiled, but it was short-lived as he stopped to clear his throat. “I gotta go now.”

“Okay,” you nodded and stepped back to press your back against the wall. The hall was almost too small for the two of you. “Gotta rush to save the World, huh?”

“Something like that,” he said as he moved toward the stairs, but he turned back to you as he reached the railing. “Take care of yourself, okay?”

You recoiled at his words. “Sure.” You answered stiffly, then rushed to open your door before he could say anything else. You didn’t need this. This fake concern, those empty words… You much preferred hostility, that was at least less confusing, less painful.

It really was stupid of you to nurture such a silly crush. Steve was just your front door neighbor. The sooner you accepted that, the better.

Molly wasn’t home, and she wasn’t picking up her phone. Where the fuck was she? It’s not like she had an obligation to help you out, yes, but… She always did help, and now she had to pick the worst possible moment to go M.IA.

The walk up to your apartment was familiar and painful. You were worried about your right arm; it wouldn’t move, and whenever you tried to touch it, it hurt. Could it be broken? You hoped not, but if anyone could be sure, that person was Molly. And she always picked up.

Your key was in your backpack, so you had to take it off before you could open your door. You tried to be quiet, but when the strap brushed your injured arm you couldn’t help but yelp.

Your neighbor’s door opened instantly, and at such a speed you felt the air in the room being rearranged. Steve’s gasp behind you only made you feel worse.

“What happened to you?”

“Nothing,” you sniffed “I’m fine.”

“No you’re not.” There was a pause and then a hand was at your right arm, squeezing it as if to turn you around. You were loathe to show any weakness in front of him, but it hurt too much. You howled, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes, and Steve let go. He walked around you, coming to stand in front of you. He didn’t look angry at all, just deeply concerned.

Great. You didn’t need this shit on top of everything else.

“Steve, let me get into my home.”

“Where’s Molly?”

“I don’t know,” you whined. It was getting harder and harder to keep the little composure you still had “Please let me in, Steve.”

“I’m taking you to the hospital.” His voice brooked no arguments, and something about it was too much for you.

You broke down with one sob, then several more, and the look on Steve’s face only grew more worried. “I don’t know if I can afford it.”

“I’m paying,” he said, and you were about to tell him no, but he didn’t give you the chance: “This is serious. You can’t wait this out. I’m taking you and I’m paying for it. Do you need me to carry you or can you walk on your own?”

You wiped at your tears with your good hand and nodded. “Yeah, I can walk.”

You followed Steve out of the building, pausing ever-so-often. Steve would wait for you whenever you did, not once complaining or frowning. He helped you into his car and buckled you in.

“Are you going to tell me what happened?” He asked once he’d settled in the driver’s seat.

“I don’t want to.”

He took a deep breath as if he wanted to say something, but he didn’t press the issue. You didn’t want to talk about the incident, but you didn’t know what else to talk about, so you kept quiet. Steve didn’t speak much either, occasionally asking you for updates on your state, but otherwise letting the radio do the speaking for you. The songs playing were ones you’d recommended to him, you noticed.

The trip to the hospital was longer than the waiting in the lobby, and thankfully that wasn’t very long. Steve remained outside while you were being patched up. You were glad for it. Having to explain your wounds to the staff was already bad enough, you didn’t need him to hear it as well.

You left the hospital in bandages and with a cast on your right arm. Despite the weight of the plaster, you felt a hundred times lighter, knowing you’d gotten the care you needed for free. Steve didn’t share your enthusiasm. He sighed when he saw you walk out of the room, and you felt your smile slip just a little.

The two of you were quiet when you entered the car. Steve drove in absolute silence for about two minutes before you thought to thank him – and you really were thankful, but thanking him almost seemed a waste. He looked so frustrated, just like everyone else when it came to you. Reckless, hasty, imprudent, you should just know your limits and not go past them. You should just stop doing the things that made you happy and the things you felt were needed because you would get scratched in the protest. That’s what everyone said. You couldn't imagine a super-human who put his life in graver danger every day being any more understanding.

You were about to bite the bullet and thank him, but Steve opened his mouth before you could: “You’re kind of like Scrappy Doo.”

“What?” All your previous feelings of goodwill vanished from you like the air in a popped balloon.

“I started watching some of the cartoons you-”

“I’m surprised you’re even here if I’m such a burden.”

It was his turn to look incensed. “What are you talking about?”

“Scrappy Doo. Am I seriously that much of an annoyance to you?”

“No!” He took his eyes from the road for a brief moment to direct them at you. “I was making a reference. Isn’t that what people like to do nowadays?”

“You compared me to a character everyone hates.”

“I don’t. And I don’t know why anyone would.”

“That’s not-” Your words didn’t come to you as fluidly as you would like them to. “It doesn’t matter. He’s an annoyance and only ever makes things worse.”

“Is that what you think of yourself?”

“No, that’s just what everyone else thinks of me.”

You looked at the rear view mirror to see him frowning. “Who told you that?”

“You don’t have to tell me anything.” Of course he didn’t. If you were a nuisance to normal people, imagine how pathetic you must’ve seemed to someone as strong as Steve.

“I-” Whatever he was going to say he interrupted with a shake of his head and a sigh. “I shouldn’t say you remind me of Scrappy Doo. Rather… you remind me of me.”

It was your turn to frown. “You?”

“Before I was recruited for the serum program, I used to be very small. Short, frail… that didn’t stop me from getting in trouble whenever I saw injustice. I thought it was wrong to let bullies go unchallenged, even though I knew I couldn’t win. I always had to get rescued, but I kept doing it because I knew it was the right thing to do.”

“And then you got jacked and that helped a lot.”

He laughed. “I’m way better at doing helping out nowadays, but even so… I don’t think you’re an annoyance. I worry about you because I used to get in the same sort of trouble. I ask you to be careful because I’m afraid you won’t come back home one day.”

Your heart leaped in your chest, and then you remembered you had been there before. That wouldn't be the first time someone pretended to care for you on a personal level, then abandoned you when it wasn’t convenient anymore.

“You don’t really know me, Steve. I get if you’re worried about me just like you’re worried about everyone else, but I would rather… It feels fake, you know? Like you’re just helping me because I’m right there, and if one day I didn’t come home you’d just go on worrying about everyone else.”

“No, I-” He started, then cut himself off to huff. “I can’t talk about this while I’m driving. Hold on.”

You were quiet as Steve turned into a side street, darker and quiet than the one you were on. He looked around until he found a place to park, and then turned to you once the engine was off and the key was out of the ignition.

“I do care about everyone. If I was neighbors with someone else and they got hurt as often as you, I would worry and I would help them however I could, but I wouldn't feel the same way I feel about you. If you suddenly didn’t come back I- Why would you think I don’t care?”

“I just don’t see why you would. We only talk when we meet in the hallway, and you don’t look at the things I reccomend you, because you never talk about it.”

“I was watching Scooby Doo when you showed up.” Steve said, and there was an edge of frustration to his voice “Whenever I’m home I’m looking at the things you gave me. I don’t have as much time to learn about the things you like as I wish I had. I don’t have as much time and energy to know you as I wish I did. And you-” He stopped himself and shook his head. “Nevermind. I don’t want to do this when you’re injured.”

“No, tell me.” You and Steve were finally conversing rather than exchanging pleasantries. Now that you were being honest with each other, you didn’t think you could go back to how things were before. “I told you I wanted honesty. And whatever it is you’ve got to say, I bet won’t hurt more than this fucking thing.” And you pointed at your injured am.

He hesitated. He looked back and forth from you to the windshield, then swallowed hard before proceeding. “You put up a wall. I couldn't get you to talk to me about your injuries for months, and every time I ask you to be careful, you brush it off. It’s like you don’t want me to know anything about you.”

You considered his words for a second, then your own feelings for a moment longer. You couldn’t pretend it was just because you didn’t want to be a burden. “This is going to sound weird, but I’m scared I can’t trust you?” You turn to him. His brows are scrunched together, and he almost looks to be in pain. “I know, right? If you can’t trust Captain America, who are you gonna trust?” Your chuckle sounded hollow to your years.

Steve shook his head as his right hand moved from the wheel to latch onto your left wrist. His hold was gentle, and you knew you could pull away if you wanted to. You didn’t want to. “I thought you disliked me.”

His words sent a shock through you. Dislike him? How could he think that when the truth was the exact opposite? Then it dawned on you that you really had avoided him. Whenever he tried to get you to open up you deterred his efforts, like you really didn’t like him, like you didn’t want to know him. You did, you just… You were just afraid of what could happen if you let him in too deep.

“That’s funny.” You said, even though it wasn’t. “I was so scared you wouldn't like me, or you would stop liking me, that I didn’t even give you the chance to do that.”

He was quick to respond: “No. I could’ve talked about different things-”

“It wouldn’t have worked.” You said. The words came to you easily, products of an epiphany rather than a thought. They’re not a product of your own reason, rather a universal truth. “It’s not your job to chip at my barriers. I was avoiding you, I was fighting this. Why would you keep pushing if I gave nothing back?”

“I don’t know why you put up walls.” Steve’s fingers skimmed against your skin. Was he still afraid his touch wasn’t welcome? “You must have your reasons, and I’m not going to ask them. I want to be someone you can trust, but I can’t make you trust me. Do you think… Do you think we could make this work? I’d like to get to know you, if you’re okay with that.”

You pulled your hand from his. His shoulders slumped, but he looked up when you entwined your fingers with his. His surprise was evident, and behind it, subtler, there was something else. You didn’t know what it was, but something in his expression sent your heart fluttering.

“I would like that too.” You said, smiling at the same time he did. “And you can let me know when you’re free so we can watch some series together, and you can explain to me how the hell you don’t hate Scrappy Doo.”

He laughs and squeezes your fingers in his. His touch is reassuring, and you feel nostalgic. You remember your childhood bedroom, and being snug under covers while a hand ran through your hair. Safe. That was the last time you had felt this safe.

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dacreskars · 4 years

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I Do?

Chris Evans x Black Reader

A/N: This story is based off of a dream I had, I might change some stuff but hopefully y’all like it. Also it’s my first time writing for Chris Evans and the first time I’ve written anything in months so we’ll see how this goes.

You stood in the mirror admiring how gorgeous you looked and felt. Even though you tried on what felt like your millionth wedding dress it was something about this one that you didn’t want to take it off. Ready to show your friends who were tirelessly waiting for you to show them the dress. Walking out they all stared and told you how beautiful you looked even though you knew they were.

“This is it. I think this is the one.” You say looking in the mirror once again and looking back at your friends.

“YES! Thank you God! Yes!” Your friend Kendra yelled. “I love you Y/N, but I’m so over dress shopping.” She says as you give her a look. “KENDRA!!!” Your friends Lani and Alexis say in unison as they start to laugh.

“Yeah I know I’m over it too. I’m just glad I finally have THE dress.” With everyone’s approval you go back into the fitting room to change.

That night you stood in the kitchen making dinner for your fiancé Daniel as you waited for him to get home from work. Finishing up the dinner you just prepared you go and get changed into something a little nicer than the sweats and tank top that you switch into after coming home. Fixing your hair and make up you make you way back into the kitchen and set the table anxiously waiting for Daniel to come home. Looking at the time you saw that it was 7:00pm so he should be home any minute. You made you plates and poured yourself a glass of wine as you waited for the arrival of your fiancé.

45 minutes pass and Daniel wasn’t home yet you go to your room to get your phone to see if he called or text you that he was running late but nothing. You call him but no answer so you text him to ask when he’d be home. Walking back to the kitchen you waited for his response and still nothing. You figured he was working late and just decided to eat dinner alone and get ready for bed. Laying in bed you slowly drifted off and later woken up to Daniel apologizing and kissing you on the forehead. Opening your eyes you look over to the clock in your nightstand to see the time was 10:45pm.

“I tried calling you.” You say sleepily.

“Yeah I know, I didn’t see that until I was leaving the office. I tried calling back but you didn’t answer. I got caught up in this new case that we’re working on I lost track of time. If I’d known you were cooking I would’ve came home sooner.” Daniel tells you as he got undress to get in the shower.

“I wanted to surprise you also I found my dress today! I can’t wait for you to see it.”

“I can’t wait either. 4 more months and it’s official.” Daniel kisses you and walks back into the bathroom as you go back to sleep.

You wake up the next morning to the smell of breakfast being cooked. You make your way downstairs to the kitchen and instantly greeted by your husband.

“Good morning Y/N!” He says handing you a cup of coffee.

“Good morning baby.” You say as you take the cup from him.

He pulls out a chair and gestures for you to sit. You watched as he made your plates and put them on the table. Before sitting down Daniel gave you a kiss and sat across from you.

“Any plans for today?” He asks.

“Not really, I’m suppose to meet up with the wedding planner to check on some last minute stuff but that’s it.” You tell him.

“Do you want some company? I had some work to do but since I left you hanging last night I figured it could wait.”

“Yeah sure! If you’re up for it I know you really haven’t had the chance to help with the planning- actually this is perfect we can go over everything and you can give the final say about what you like or don’t like.” You say

A few hours later you met up with your wedding planner Shannon and she went through all the stuff that you’d picked out and had planned for your big day with Daniel. So far he liked everything even things you thought he’d say no to. As you were leaving Shannon’s office you convinced Daniel to let you drive. During the drive he noticed that you weren’t going home.

“Where are we going?” He asked looking at you.

“You’ll see.” You smiled.

Minutes later you make it to your destination. Getting out the car you walk to your fiancé grabbing his hand.

“Isn’t this where we’re having the wedding?”

“Yes! You’ve only seen pictures of it and I thought it would be better to actually see it because pictures really do do this place justice.” You say excitedly as the both of you make your way to the entrance.

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It was finally your wedding day and you waited nervously to make your entrance. Your bridesmaids took their place to walk down the aisle your heart began to beat faster from excitement and anticipation. You started to regret having your wedding outdoors after you felt like you were sweating through your dress. Your dad took your hand and assured you that you were okay you calmed down a little as you waited to finally make your way to your soon to be husband.

You made your way down the aisle not taking your eyes off of Daniel as the sun made his brown skin glow even more than it normally did. He watched as you stepped in front of him and held your hand as he gave you a smile.

You were now officially married, you and your husband headed into the building where the building were your reception was gonna be. The reception was going amazing as everyone ate, danced and made conversation. You noticed Daniel was missing so you asked if anyone had seen him. As you leave the reception area you searched around until you saw Daniel come out of the bathroom.

“I’ve been looking for you.” You say walking to him.

“I just had to use the bathroom.” He says grabbing your waist and going back into the reception.

Your heart sank as you glanced over your shoulder to see a woman come out of the same bathroom your husband just left out of. After what you witnessed your whole mood changed and you excused yourself to get to your suite to get your phone. Standing in the doorway of the reception entrance you made a call. As you listened to it ring you watch the woman answer it you stared at her and she eventually made eye contact with you but hangs up hoping you didn’t notice.

“What’s wrong?” Daniel asks coming towards you.

“Nothing. I’m fine.” You tell him as he pulls you to the dance floor to dance.

You tried to keep it together as the two of slow danced. As you danced you remained silent as Danny talked to you. Wanting to get to the bottom of what was going on you started to talk.

“Who is she?” You ask.

“Who?”

“The woman over there in the pink dress.”

“I don’t know she’s probably here with someone we know.”

“Are you sure about that?” You question again.

Daniel fell silent.

“I seen her come out the bathroom after you earlier. After I saw her I remembered a couple months ago I answered your phone but the person hung up and when I called back it was a woman. I thought that it could be nothing but I saved her number in my phone just in case I needed it. And as it turns out I needed it sooner than I thought.”

“Listen Y/N just let me explain.” Daniel says as the song ends.

“No.” You tell him as you walk away only to be stopped by your dad who wanted to dance with you as the next slow song began to play.

Before you knew it you were sobbing as your dad tried to console you think you were crying tears of joy. But Daniel came over to talk to you but you pushed him away and stormed off. Daniel tried to grab your arm but was stopped in his tracks as you slapped him.

“Stay the fuck away from me.” You yell. Causing everyone to stop and look to see what was going on.

“Can we just talk about it ?” Daniel asks.

“No there’s nothing to talk about leave me the hell alone.”

“What’s going on here?” Daniel’s mom says.

“Ask him.” You motion towards Daniel. “Better yet ask her.” You continue looking over at the woman in the pink dress. Everyone looks at the woman and back to you.

“I just need to go and really don’t wanna be here right now.” You leave and get into a limo out front and ride to the nearest hotel.

Walking into the lobby of the hotel you notice everyone looking at you. You were about to wonder why until you remember you were still in you wedding dress and that your face was probably a mess from crying. You go to the front desk to see if they had a room available but realized that you forgot your wallet. So you go across the lobby over to the bar do think about what you wanted to do.

Sitting at the bar you down a couple shots before you hear someone a few seats say something to you.

“Cold feet uh?”

“It’s not cold feet if you’re already married.” Showing you wedding ring.

“Second thoughts?” He questions.

You become silent and he begins to talk again.

“Look whatever it is its probably not that bad.” He says to you.

“So your husband cheated on you and invited his mistress to your wedding.” You look at your drink.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, crazy right?”

Your new drinking buddy grabs his drink moves over a few seats until he’s right next to you.

“Wanna talk about it? I’m Chris by the way!”

“I’m Y/N!”

Now that he was sitting next to you and you actually got a good look at him you realized it was Chris Evans. Of all the people you could be sitting at bar talking about the worst day of you life with it happens to be the only and only Captain America.

Part 2

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damn-stark · 4 years

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Crossed Stars Bonus Chapter

Takes place between Ch.7 & Ch.8

A/N- we’re moving onto endgame! You know what that means five year time jump! And for that I decided to make this cool bonus chapter! There is some writing that matters to the story coming forth so 😏 but beside that this will include just “posts” from the characters! Let me know what you thought!! Also I couldn’t post a lot of the posts because I can only post 10 pictures but if you all want more let me know! I have way more “posts”

Warning- fluff, ANGST

Pairing- Poe Dameron x reader, Steve Rogers x reader

(Let me know if you want to be tagged)

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Its crazy to think that five years have passed, that you have been down in this strange planet for five years. What’s even crazier is that Steve and you have been together for four of those years (almost five). Well maybe dating him for that long wasn't that strange now that you thought it through, mainly because throughout those five years Poe has stuck around, even after the disaster confession that almost destroyed your friendship completely.

And saying that it wasn’t completely changed after that day was a lie, it was just you trying to be optimistic and trying to forget the fact that he hardly talked to you for a year, that he had confessed his love for you, a confession you neither returned or commented anything at all actually. Just left your own confession, the whole conversation locked in a box to never be opened (hopefully not anyway)

Why was the need to do so anyway? It’s been five years. Five years of the both of you just living life and acting as if nothing happened, him trying to date and you forgetting your feelings for your long time friend and being....happy...with Steve. It was all just going great. Really great!

To the point where both Steve and you chose to go on a double date with Poe and his date.

Great.

“It’s not to late to leave, you know?” You whisper to Steve as you get walked to your table, “we can still catch that Rom-com movie we wanted to see.”

Said man chuckles as he pulls your chair for you to sit, pushing it in a couple seconds after before commenting with the same humor, “and miss this great date? No.”

You groan dramatically and drop your head on his shoulder. Letting him wrap his arm around your shoulder and rest his own head on yours, “it won’t be that bad. Poe and you are good right?”

You shrug and lift your head off his shoulder, “yeah. He’s been distant lately but we’re good.”

As if you had been summoning him said man appears, following after the waiter with a small and pretty brunette at his side. They both sit across from Steve and you, the girls eyes landing on you before landing on Steve sitting next to you, a wide grin appearing on her soft features and her eyes almost seeming to give a glow as she keeps staring at Steve all star-struck—a look you now recognized only after seeing them another other people before.

“Hi, I’m so glad you guys could make it.” You greet with a forced smile, “almost thought you were going to bail.”

“You wish.” Poe jokes making your eyes roll. He then moves his hand and places it on the girls back, whispering something in her ear that made her look away from Steve to look at you with the same happy grin. An action that ticked you off for an unknown reason. “Kacy, this is y/n.” Said girl extends her hand out to you.

“Hi it’s so nice to finally meet you! Poe talks about you a lot, almost thought he was making you up.”

You shake her hand and keep your forced smile plastered on your lips, “it’s nice to meet you too.” You glance at Steve to try and introduce him, even you knew she him, “this is Steve.”

Kacy moves to shake his hand, her green eyes once again giving off that sparkle, “it’s such an honor meeting you.” Steve smiles and her eyes keep glued on him as she speaks to Poe, “you never told me we were coming to dinner with Captain America.”

Poe responded with a serious tone that didn’t match his smile at all, “It was a surprise.”

After ordering your food, after getting it brought to the table the girl never stopped talking. But unlike the other girls Poe’s dated, Kacy was...how do you say it in a way that didn’t sound rude, uhh..less of an airhead. She actually talked about dilemmas that went on around the world, and or talked about her job as a fashion designer. She was smart, but here’s the thing, every time she talked it was all just directed to Steve. And yes you couldn’t blame her, in her planet he was a famous hero, but she could be considerate to her actual date.

The only moment she even slightly included anybody else was to talk to you, to ask if Steve had proposed yet. It was question that you simply answered with pressed lips and a shake of your head. While Steve chose to stay silent, just making the whole conversation more awkward. Making Poe chug the remainder of his beer to ease the awkward situation on his part, his mood deflating and growing quieter than he already was. Something that let you speak to him to try and at least make him feel somewhat better.

“How you liking it so far?” You questioned Poe, who’s eyes were fixated on his plate, his hand just mindlessly twirling the pasta on his fork, not noticing you asked him something until you repeated your question.

“Oh, uh. It’s good.” He forced, a half smile tugging at his lips, “wouldn’t mind food from home though. I miss it.”

You nod in agreement, sharing a small laugh at a passing memory, “you know what I miss the most? Snaps food creations. His mixture of food from the rations we would get!”

“Yes exactly! Man even if the rations by themselves were tasteless he had a way to just make them taste gourmet.” Poe beamed, “he would always say he was going to retire and become a chef.” His smile faltered at the memory of his fallen friend, “I miss him.”

“Yeah me too.” Noticing Poe’s mood begin to drop back to what it was before, you decided to leave Kacy unbothered and let her talk Steve’s ear off. “I never told you but when we were starting out in the defense fleet, I uhh....” you pause and cringe at your next comment, “I had a crush on Captain Antilles.” You glance up at Poe who now had a wide grin, his white teeth showing perfectly.

“Oh sweetheart I noticed. I would hear you and the other girl pilots gush about him. I would also see the heart eyes you gave that man when he wasn’t looking. But I do think your eyes widened more when we saw Luke Skywalker.” Poe teased, dropping his fork on his plate and fully engaging with your conversation.

“I could’ve died happy that day we saw Luke Skywalker.” You laugh, “plus you can’t blame me, Antilles was a war veteran. He fought alongside Luke Skywalker and General Organa. He was a walking legend and one of my favorite pilots.”

“You said that about Han Solo, Luke Skywalker and Anakin Skywalker.” His grin turns smug, leaning himself closer to you to ask a ridiculous question. “If you had to choose between those three and Captain Antilles, who would you chose—”

“Don’t.” You interrupt, “I’m not choosing favorites, that’s impossible.”

“Fine,” Poe shrugged, his smug demeanor never fading, “then who would you choose to join your squadron?”

“Pfft,” You breath, rolling your eyes in a lighthearted way whilst leaning in as he did to respond with the obvious answer, “Easy, Han Solo. Only because he did the Kessel run in 15 parsecs.”

“Ah,” Poe shook his finger before you both corrected your answer in unison, “12 parsecs.” The both of you share a hearty laugh, the moment being like it would be before. Feeling like it was just you two and no one else in the room.

The feeling quickly vanishing as Kacy joined the conversation, “what’s so funny?”

“Oh, uhh.” You glance at Poe, both of your laughs dying off and only leaving faint smiles, “just stuff from back home.”

Kacy nods before turning to Poe, “I think it’s time to go. We’re all done with our food.”

“Sure thing.” Steve agrees, waving over the waiter for the tab.

“How about we all go back to the compound?” Poe oddly suggested, his eyes sliding over to you, “I learned a song on my guitar I would love to play.”

Without verbally asking for an answer, Steve and you shared an unspoken conversation as you both looked to each-other, minutes later sharing out loud your response, “sounds great.”

“How about you come over tonight?” Steve asks while tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, while you wait for Poe to come back down with his guitar. “We can watch a movie? And in the morning I can make you breakfast?”

You wrap your arms around his neck and smile, “watch a movie?”

“Or whatever you want to do.” He grins.

You bite your bottom lip and nod, “a movie is fine.” At the sound of approaching footsteps you pull away and sit on the couch beside Steve, with Kacy sitting at his other side, a huge smile on her red lips as she watched Poe.

“I just learned this, so don’t judge. I’m looking at you y/n.”

“I would never,” You snicker before propping your elbow on the couch’s arm and resting your head on your hand, “go. I won’t judge.”

Poe takes a deep breath before he begins to strum the strings, his eyes downcast and focused on what he was beginning to play, the silent strumming beginning to sound like the tune of a song. A quiet humming coming from the back of his throat before he drawled in another deep breath and slowly began to sing. His voice sounding soft and sweet like the melody of the music, the tune slowly picking up like the lyrics he sang.

His brown eyes coming up for a few seconds to meet your own, a soft smile appearing on his lips as he noticed the amazed expression you carried on your features. Tears slowly thereafter brimming your eyes, the soft smile on your own lips never leaving, the sound of your heart thumping in your chest picking up gradually at the brief glances Poe would share with you. Or at the little things you noticed, like the way his, his eyes briefly closed at certain moments, or the way his eyes crinkled when he sang certain lyrics.

Stars.

The tears that pooled your eyes, quickly ran down your cheeks as the sound of lyrics Poe sang hit your ears, words that touched your heart more than it should have ‘and its been a while but I still feel the same..Maybe I should let you go.’

More hot tears streamed down your cheeks as he continued singing, words that tore your heart in two and made you question everything all over again. Slowly coming to realization about something more, about feelings that never left. The feeling becoming overwhelming to the point that it made you rush out of the room and close yourself in the bathroom.

“Fuck me.” You cursed under your breath, running your hands through your hair before placing them on the counter-top. “What’s wrong with me?” Turning on the faucet you placed your hands under the running water, pulling them to splash your face only to drop the water as you remembered the makeup on your face—which was mostly ruined by the stains the tears left behind. “Stupid.”

The sound of the light tapping on the door made you pull away from the mirror to slowly open the door to see Steve with a worried expression painted on his face—“are you okay?”

You nodded and lied, “yeah, I just wasn’t feeling good.”

“You sure?” He pressed, his hand reaching to caress your cheek.

Responding with a silent hum you walked out back to the living area, meeting Poe gaze for a second before looking away and excusing yourself out to the group.

“It’s been a fun night, I really enjoyed it,” you feign a smile, “but uh I’m not feeling that well, you know I—”

“You’re pregnant?” Kacy interrupted abruptly and too enthusiastically, causing Poe to choke on the water he was drinking and for your eyes and Steve’s own to widen alike.

“What?!” You squeak, “no! Haha no. No. No.” Was that too many “No’s?” “It was the food, I just don’t think it sat well. I’m going to go to bed. It was nice meeting you Kacy.” Without waiting for an answer from anyone you walked away knowing Steve was following.

“Y/n, are you sure you’re okay?” He stressed again.

Turning around you stop before him and nod, “yeah. Is it fine if I go over another night? I’m not feeling okay.”

“Sure.” Steve agreed with hidden disappointment, his eyes catching Poe’s curious gaze on you before he turned away. “Goodnight. I love you.”

You smile sweetly and press a light kiss on his lips, “night.”

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May 5 2023, couple days before the events of endgame. (Since I don’t know the actual month the events actually take place I just guessed)

(A/N- this chapter just complicates my feelings for both men..UGHHHH!! The bonus scene literally made me cry, ughh So again I ask, Team Dameron? Or Team Rogers?!! Also these relationships, especially the one with Poe and reader has been one of my favorites to write and develop. I’m so proud of it and I hope you guys like it too.) Also Future chapters is finally Endgame!!!

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A/N: Requests from two anons. Now this one doesn’t have any smut but I loved writing it. And oh, there is so much more to come. ;-)

Words: 1939 Warnings: implied smut, fluff

Tony Stark was known for his strange party ideas; so this year was no different. Halloween was just around the corner and Stark had established a costume rule for his most epic party of the year. Dress up as another Avenger and the best costume would win a secret but amazing prize.

And by the looks of it, everybody either planned to do Thor or Cap, for it was the easiest option—their costumes could be bought in stores, after all. Hence, with that or Nat’s rather boring black suit, you wouldn’t exactly stand out.

You were deep in thought when you passed Loki in the hallway carrying a few books. He courtly nodded at you—signalising you were by far the most tolerable mortal around here. Your heart skipped a beat when your eyes met. It was then the idea struck you and you started grinning like an idiot as you returned to your room.

Technically, Loki was an Avenger too now. So why not dress up as you crush?

The days went by and you spent hours crafting your costume late at night, sewing and gluing and stitching until your fingers were bleeding. You had copied Loki’s leather armour from scratch which was probably because you had spent a remarkable amount of time just secretly staring at him—you knew his appearance by heart.

You had even bought blue contacts to match his eye colour. Now all that’s still missing was… his helmet. You had tried to do it yourself but nothing you came up with would do justice to the original. So… you’d simply have to acquire the original.

It was easier than you had initially assumed. Loki didn’t exactly guard his room, nor did he lock it. Surely, he saw no need for that. Apart from a few books and a selection of Midgardian clothes, he didn’t exactly have any personal belongings which he couldn’t keep in his magic pockets.

When you sneaked inside while he was in the library on the day of Halloween, only a few hours before the Halloween party, his helmet was flaunting on his desk, golden and shiny. Quickly, you grabbed it and fled, giggling in the process.

Loki’s helmet was, quite literally, the crown of your outfit. It took you hours to get ready but you had to admit, the result was dazzling. You really had outdone yourself. Hopefully, Loki would be at the party as well. You thought he could do with some recognition after all the hard work at the compound.

It took you another ten minutes to be brave enough to leave your room. Downstairs, you could already hear loud music and people laughing and chatting. You were looking forward to their reactions. Would they be repulsed? Amused? Impressed?

You took a deep breath—then, you stepped right into the crowd. Paparazzi lights as lightnings almost blinded you, spider webs decorated the corners, on the tables pumpkins with spooky faces glowed in the dimly lit living room. There was a giant buffet and a vast selection of alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks and there was a skeleton hanging from the ceiling. Tony had even bought a fog machine.

Half of the room went silent upon seeing you, the present Avengers all turning to face you. Thor even blinked, unsure whether he was seeing you, an illusion or his brother.

Oh, the helmet really was an eye catcher. But most importantly… Loki was there too—and his jaw dropped, literally, his blue eyes slowly widening and wandering up and down your body in an unbelieving manner. Thor patted his back, making him flinch.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Tony was dressed up as Thor. The long and blonde wig looked absolutely ridiculous on him. Mjölnir in his hand wasn’t real, of course. He had made it in his lab, out of metal and wood and the God of Thunder loved it.

“I dressed up for Halloween.” You explained unfazed, eyes fixed on Loki who was slowly approaching you, his scrutinising and somewhat… greedy gaze never leaving yours.

“You’re disqualified,” Tony said when he reached you both.

“What? Why?”

“The rule was it to dress up as another Avenger. Reindeer Games here is not an Avenger.” Gods. He really still loathed Loki for what happened in the past.

“He helps you fight the bad guys. He’s an Avenger to me.” Loki raised his eyebrows at you, seemingly confused about this whole situation and yet… flattered you were defending him. You’d be the first one to do so in at least a century.

“You’re disqualified, (Y/N).”

“Oh, fine, grow a pear, Tony.” Rolling your eyes, you turned away from him. You scanned the other Avengers’ outfits—Thor as Captain America, Captain America as the Hulk, Bruce as Tony, Natasha as Hawkeye and Hawkeye as Natasha—but then, your attention immediately returned to Loki who was still staring daggers at you. Dangerous and seductive daggers, that was.

“The helmet… it looks well-made.” He choked out, almost as if he was unsure of what to say. Loki cleared his throat. He was… irritated. Much likely he was at loss of words. Surely no one had ever dressed up as him before not to mock him but to honour his skills and presence.

“It better be, it’s yours.” You replied with a smirk, winking at him mischievously. Your costume, of course, was more of a female version, complimenting your curves and the leather clinging to your skin.

“I beg your pardon?”

You chuckled, blushing at the very same time. His full attention on you made you swoon—like a little school girl! You would have punched yourself if it weren’t for Loki standing right in front of you.

“I took it from your room. I tried to copy it but I couldn’t do it. Please don’t be mad.”

“I am not.” He responded, still a little taken aback. Then, he took a deep breath, looking you so deep in the eye your heart skipped yet another beat.

“So tell me… why did you decide to dress up as me?” He asked. There was true curiosity in his voice, yet at the same time… suspicion.

You shrugged. There was no way you were going to admit to him that you had taken quite a liking into him… that you imagined him kissing you on the lips both in your face and between your legs regularly.

“Tony said to dress up as an Avenger and—“

“Yes, I know what Stark said,” he interrupted you sharply. “You could have picked anyone. Why me?”

“Why not? I just… like you. And I love your colours.” That wasn’t so bad. It wasn’t a lie, after all. You did adore the elegance in his outfits—and Loki seemed downright surprised about the genuine compliment. Only did it seem like he only now saw you properly, as someone who would in fact, reciprocate his growing feelings for your witty persona, which, quite obviously, you had no idea about.

“I didn’t think you’d join the party.” You said.

Loki rolled his eyes. “Thor persuaded me. I am leaving as soon as he is drunk. He is barely bearable when he is sober… and quite frankly,” he added, “I am markedly undesired here. The feeling is mutual.”

“I was hoping you’d come.” You admitted. “So? What do you think?” You turned around in front of him, your green cape flowing behind you like a river made entirely of fabric.

Loki gave you a smirk. With a start, that greedy and seductive glistening returned to his stunning blue eyes, making you gasp when you came to a stop.

“You look ravishing.”

“So will you kneel if I ask you to?”

His expression darkened, a playful smirk tugging on his thin lips. “Don’t take it too far, little minx.”

Little minx. You swallowed thickly. Gods, were you flirting?! It was clear now Loki indeed liked your costume—a circumstance that made your heart flutter excitedly. In fact, he seemed unable to take his eyes off of you.

And he had to admit, you looked exceptionally adorable. His helmet was a little too big on you, yet it matched your outfit perfectly. The amount of detail you had put into your costume was truly remarkable. Every thread resembled his own armour entirely. It must have taken you ages to craft it to represent… him.

Growing inside of him, clandestine and sneakily, the urge grew to hug you. It was in itch beneath his skin, a foreign feeling he had to fight off. By the Norns, you were precious. A little mortal, dressed up as him, worshipping him! You had been disqualified from Stark’s stupid contest and still defended him, you had stolen his helmet to make the costume authentic… he shook his head slowly, a movement not visible to you.

But there was something else. Not only did he want to press you close to his body and bury his face in your neck, bathing in the affection and recognition you would surely shower him with… oh no, he also wanted to fuck you.

He had neglected his most carnal needs for way too long. You were human, so what? He could be gentle. Loki wanted you. And seeing you in this sexy costume that was representing him of all people drove him crazy with want and lust.

He was many things but most of all, he was perceptive. Granted, he had been rather surprised about the unexpected turn of events, for he had never considered you more than a… a friend in this damned compound, for his disturbing feelings to turn into… this. Now, however, he did not miss the subtle glances, the way your breathing quickened and your cheeks blushed, the way you bit your teeth as he stepped closer. How nervous and flustered you became now that his eyes rested on you…

It was Halloween. He should treat himself. The God of Mischief gnashed his teeth. He did like you, after all, a lot. For a mortal, you were peculiarly clever.

“My bedroom. Now,” he growled demandingly, his lascivious expression sending pleasant shivers up and down your spine. Your eyes widened. Had he just… what?! You hesitated. “I will not repeat myself, little minx.”

You swallowed again. You were shaking from lechery when you followed him back upstairs, not quite believing this was really happening. Surely, if you hadn’t known each other for a while, Loki wouldn’t have as much as glanced at you despite your costume and instead dismissed it as pure mockery.

“L-Loki…” You started when the others were out of reach, “Are you sure about this?”

You longed to have him in your bed; or alternatively, rolling around under the sheets in his bed. It was just… untypical for him, he always seemed so… restrained. Could it be? That Loki did indeed feel the same kind of attraction you did? The kind of attraction that made you want to rip each other’s clothes off of your body and lick every inch of each other’s skin?

“Dead sure,” His voice was dark, heavy with desire.

Huh. If you had known it was that easy to seduce the God of Mischief, you would have dressed up as him way earlier. Your heart was beating in joyful anticipation when he led you into his bedroom, heat and arousal already pooling between your legs.

His smirk was downright mischievous, malicious even, when he closed his bedroom door to drown you both in utter darkness, using his seidr to lock it. Next thing you knew, his lips came crashing down on yours.

A/N: Check out my blog to find more Imagines and take a glimpse at my first (to be) published novel! Also, if you enjoyed this story, I would appreciate so much if you supported me on Kofi! ko-fi.com/sserpente ♥

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blue-eyes-and-auburn-hairr · 4 years

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Second Chances Chp. 4

Disclaimer: Okay, I got more notes than I thought I ever would, so while the world is quarantined...I wrote another part.

Warning: Mention of death, fluff, I don’t want to mislead anyone this will very much be a slowburn

Summary: Can you imagine being widowed at such a young age to a man you thought you’d have forever with? On the anniversary of his death, on top of a mountain, Thea and Chris begin their new journey together.

(I want to experiment with a different perspective if its trash I’ll redo this chp. )

Thea had no idea why it was so hard to ghost this guy. It should be easy, they hung out for half a day a week ago. He should already have her out of his head, but no he still continues to call.

“Ms. Mulligan I finished reading the chapter what should I do now?” Thea’s 3rd period reading support class was currently working on finishing their novel. She would typically read to them but her mind had been scattered all week.

“Kay, why don’t you draw a picture of your favorite chapter so far on the smartboard?” Thea prompts, knowing that Kay loves to draw and she really is interested in the novel...even if she won’t admit it.

“Can I listen to music, puhleaseee?” She spins around with a great big smile on her face.

“As long as you don’t blast it and its not that Billie Eye Lash person,” Thea rolls her eyes with a smirk knowing what would follow.

“Mully, you’re embarrassing yourself you know her name is Billie Eilish because I’ve stalked your Spotify playlist, right Kai?” Kai, who was too busy reading the next chapter to even look up when she responds, “Yeah Mully, we are currently working on one of those mixtapes for you so be prepared.”

The nickname Thea fought for a good three months but finally caved when her co-workers started using it as well. As for the Spotify stalking, not surprised more impressed and she was now looking forward to the next mixtape they give her.

Last semester, Thea assigned the class a project that required them to find a song to coincide with each chapter of their novel. The students also had to write one paragraph explaining why they choose each song. That was when the revolting started for about 20 minutes until Andrew, in the back of the class, had enough and shouted, “She is legit letting us listen to music all class period and write like 10 paragraphs for a week. The other students have to write an essay on like literary devices or something and they had to read the book all by themselves.”

“Legit?” Kay announced shocked.

“Legit Kay, legit,” Thea sighs, “Also we have like 78 words on the word wall can we work on using one of those instead of ‘legit’?”

“Bet.” Kai says with her hand in the air and at that point, Thea just puts her head down silently laughing.

Her phone buzzed on her desk again, this time it was just a CNN update but the missed call was still staring her in the face. All Thea has felt since that night was guilt. She felt like she was cheating on Jamie and all they did was hug before getting in their own cars and driving away. The bubble burst though on the drive home when the waterworks wouldn’t stop and she had to pull over on the side of the road almost three times.

And then Sunday morning, her phone rings and she watches as it goes to voicemail and then it vibrates again with a voicemail. She stares at her phone for a few more minutes before playing the message.

Hey Thea, I just wanted to call and check in on you. You never messaged me when you got home last night and I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Leaving West Point now and you were right I think I definitely made the guard’s day. I’m sure you are busy getting ready for the school day tomorrow but if you have a second to talk I’m around. Okay, take care now.

He called one more time that evening but no message. It was now Friday and Thea had five missed calls and two messages in total. She did not know how to process all of this and she had been burying herself in work trying to stay busy avoiding the topic. She did that with most things and she knew it wasn’t going to end well and that she was being selfish. So she picked up her phone and tried to type out a text, but then the bell rang and the class started to pack up.

“Okay, guys I’ll see most of you in 7th and 8th for Math, make sure to have your homework notebook, hint, hint hint,” Thea says with a wink. She knew their anxiety would soar if they walked in not knowing about a homework check so she always made sure she casually mentioned something to them. Her co-teacher was not a fan of this, but her kids, her decision.

Thea now had a prep period and then lunch to try and sort out all of her thoughts. She even had time to call Chris back, but she did not trust herself to keep her emotions in check, especially while at work.

Hey Chris, Sorry for the disappearing act. I’m still just trying to process everything and work has kept me occupied. Can we talk tonight? Text, call or even facetime if that’s easier. Sorry again.

Chris’ phone finally vibrated in his pocket as he was walking out of a bagel shop in New York City. He was supposed to make his way to Boston to see his family after his trip upstate but that was sidetracked by some work stuff.

His new movie, “Captain America: Civil War was being released in a few weeks and he had a few talk shows and then the Lower Manhattan premiere was on May 4th. He knew he was going to be in town for some time now and wanted to see Thea again.

She just didn’t want to see him.

He had no idea what he did wrong and wanted a chance to see her and explain that. So when she finally answered him back he wasn’t sure how to respond. He would prefer to talk in person but did not want to upset her or whatever else he may have done. He tried to call his brother for some advice but that call went to voicemail as well, but his mom picked up on the first ring.

“Chris, honey you okay?”

“Yeah Ma, I just needed a little advice and Scott didn’t answer,” he admits to his mother.

“Well, why would you call him before me? Does he give better advice or somethin’?” This was a rabbit hole Chris would very much like to avoid.

“It’s about a girl Ma, he already knows most of the back story,” Chris sighs through the phone.

“Ahh, so this is about the girl you met on the hike, well more like Dodger found, who you had to call your brother about in the bathroom while on a date with her?”

“Wait what? We weren’t on a date and wow did he really tell you everything?” Chris says in complete shock. “And let the record show that I called him when SHE was in the bathroom.”

“Of course he did, I’m his mother, he tells me everything” cue the eye roll.

“Okay Ma, and yes I called Scott, obviously that was a mistake,” Chris chuckles “He apparently blabbed everything.” Chris still wasn’t sure why he called his brother when Thea went to the bathroom, he just was so happy for the first time in a while that he needed to tell someone.

“So this is the girl that you’re going to marry, huh?” His mother bluntly states, causing Chris to almost drop his phone.

“What the fuck did Scott say? Who said anything about marriage? We talked for like four hours and she has been avoiding me all week.”

“Scott said you were going on and on about how you finally ‘found her’ which is why he called me 20 seconds after hanging up with you.” Thank goodness for the ballcap and the glasses or all of NYC would see the flushed cheeks of Christopher Evans.

“Okay, can we circle back to that whole topic later? Or maybe after I have a word with my kid brother. How do I ask her to meet up with me tonight when she only wanted to talk on the phone? Is that too forward? Should I just say yes to the phone call?” Chris continued to ramble to his mother.

“It can’t hurt to ask,” such a simple response and yet it was perfect. “Just mind your manners, you were raised better Christopher.”

“Thanks, Ma,” Chris says finally smiling because he has a plan.

“And if you need to call anyone on this date, call me not your brother,” she chuckles on the phone. “Love you and let me know how it goes.”

“Love you too”

Hey Thea, a phone call would be perfect unless you would want to meet up in person? I’m still in New York and would really like to see you again. If you wanted to meet in the city or someplace by you...whatever is easier.

Thea wanted to act like she was shocked by the message but she understood. Jamie and her relationship started out as long-distance, so when you have the opportunity to see someone in person you jump.

She didn’t know if she was ready for all of this, but she also knew it wasn’t fair to Chris. They needed to talk and put all of their cards on the table.

I would like to see you again too, but whatever is easier for you.

Long Beach is about an hour train ride to the city, but not sure would be better for you with people and stuff.

You could also come here and we could get some ice cream and take a walk on the boardwalk? If that doesn’t sound too cliche...

The bell is going to ring so no rush we can figure this out after school.

Thea finally stopped blowing up his phone by her overthinking and put her phone in her bag for the rest of the school day.

The afternoon went by in a flash, Thea waited until she got into her car after school to look at her phone.

Not cliche at all, that sounds perfect. I can be to you by 7, just send me the address of the ice cream shop

Thea forwarded the address and then made her way home. She had a few hours to kill before she would see Chris so she tried to busy herself with things to do to prevent the overthinking.

Chris on the other head couldn’t stop the overthinking and the worst-case scenarios that played out in his head. He has so many things to worry about with the movie and all the press but he cannot get her beautiful smile out of his head.

He just didn’t know what it was about her, everything about Thea just seemed authentic. She had been dealt such a tough hand that would make any person cold and distant, but she still wears her heart on her sleeve. Even Dodger could see her genuine soul and stepped in to defend her when we were on the mountain. Chris just wanted to get to know her better, he thought he might miss out on something unbelievable if he just walked away. He also understood that she was still so hurt and wanted to help her in any way that he could.

Chris thought about that while driving down to the ice cream shop and pulling into the parking lot a few minutes early. He spotted Thea as she was laying down a blanket in the trunk of her Jeep. He could only see the back of her and he was glad she was wearing something comfy and casual. It made him feel better about his jeans and t-shirt that took him an hour to finally commit too. He parked his car and made his way over to her, he closed his truck door loudly and called her name so he didn’t startle her. She didn’t turn around, she was too busy struggling with her own nerves. She had been fixing this blanket for a good 10 minutes and trying to decide whether or not it was lame and if she should scrap the whole idea. She didn’t even have a clue that Chris was behind her for a few minutes before she actually turned around with a jump.

“Sorry, I was trying so hard not to scare you but you didn’t respond when I called your name a few times,” stumbled with his words.

Thea kept a hand over her heart trying to steady her breathing and when it was finally calmed she looked up to see Chris’ concerned expression.

Thea couldn’t help but laugh, “Well you looked like the last time we met too, only I had a knife in my hand and yet you look more scared now.”

And just like that the tension that had worried them both had broken as Thea walked over to give Chris a big hug. They make there way over to the line and ordered two sundaes and then head back to her car.

“I figured we could sit here while we ate our ice cream and then head to the boardwalk, its a few minutes away but I didn’t want the sundaes to melt”

Chris continues staring at his ice cream trying to find a way to ask the question that had been driving him crazy all week. He didn’t know how to phrase it without making the situation worse.

Thea scoots back into the car and sits like a pretzel, “So let’s talk about it before the elephant in the room gets any bigger.” Thea used to be all about beating around the bush but after everything that happened, time is one thing you can never get back.

“Did I do something to upset you? I have been trying to figure out why you didn’t answer and I am coming up short” Chris admits finally looking away from his ice cream.

“You did nothing wrong and I don’t want to sound like an asshole when I say that this had nothing to do with you,” Thea says while running her fingers through her hair. Chris sits patiently giving her a second to collect her thoughts.

“I want to explain this right, so please take everything I say with a grain of salt because I am bound to put my foot in my mouth” Thea sets the stage with a disclaimer because she is absolutely terrified of the direction this could go.

“You know that feeling when you are exercising or playing a sport and your breaths are coming shorter and the tightness in your chest is growing? You can still breath but it’s a struggle and you cannot wait for it to subside? And then finally you stop and you catch your breath and the air in your lungs fills again and you know you are going to be okay?” Chris nods along to Thea’s analogy trying to see where she was going with this.

Thea takes a second to collect her words again, “Chris, I have been trying to catch my breath for three years now and no outlet, no resource, nothing was helping. The panic attacks while I was awake and even when I was sleeping, I just couldn’t...” Thea tries to collect herself shaking the tears from eyes refusing to let them spill. “And then I ask Jamie for a sign that it’s okay for me to stop running and I turn around and there you were” Thea clears her throat again.

“And Chris, I finally started breathing again.”

“Then we hugged and I got in my car and started to drive away and all at once it was gone and my lungs were aching and I was terrified and lost all over again” Chris is not sure at what point he reached for her hand but he was gently squeezing it as Thea continued to shake her head.

“Out of nowhere, I was angry at myself that I let this happen and how I was a fool for thinking I could be normal again.” Thea pulled her hand away, “I woke up to the text you sent me and then the guilt set in. I felt guilty being happy with you and wanting to answer you and then guilty because I was not being fair to you and then guilty because we only knew each other for a few hours and I was giving so much power to something that wasn’t real.” She swirls the melting ice cream in her lap, “and now I am just sad because sitting here with you right now with all these emotions I am breathing just fine.”

“And I am scared of what will happen next.”

Chris had no idea how to react to all of this, she had so many layers and so much going on and unintentionally he hurt her. Thea was right though this wasn’t about him but the fact that he was helping and hurting her at the same time was making his head spin. Nothing was sitting right with him and maybe ice cream wasn’t the best choice because his stomach was churning.

“I don’t know what to say, the thought that I am causing you pain, it makes me sick. Why would you say this isn’t real though?”

“Chris,” Thea sighs “I don’t know, you’re you and I’m me and I am talking this Chris not that other guy so don’t jump to conclusions. I am filled with scars and a heart that may never work again. You are so sweet and caring and could be anywhere right now and yet you are here with me eating ice cream in my trunk. We only talked for one evening, it just doesn’t make sense.”

“Isn’t that how all great stories start though, with a great evening that leads to many more?”

“Chris, the only thing I can offer you is a hand to hold and friendship, I don’t think I can handle much more and that’s not fair to you.”

“Deal, sold, I’ll take it. Now let’s head to the boardwalk before it gets too chilly” Chris says while taking the melted ice cream and tossing it.

“Wait what?” Thea says completely taken back.

“I am not done getting to know you and I have a feeling this will all be worth it,” Chris says with a smirk.

“Chris, I really don’t…” Chris cut Thea off, “I’m an optimist so let’s just enjoy each other’s company, okay?”

Thea nods and recommends that Chris should follow her back to her apartment building to leave his truck so that they can just walk from there to the boardwalk, parking was bound to be crazy on this warm spring night. When they finally park and head to the boardwalk, Chris, optimistically, grabs Thea’s hand and they start their walk with the breeze from the open pushing them along.

Chris decides while looking at her windblown hair, that he is going to help her no matter what. She deserves so much happiness in this life, Chris made a silent promise to her that all of her hardest days were behind her.

Giving her hand an extra squeeze, Chris looks out into the distance and makes the same promise to the night sky that was watching over her.

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The Underground Ring

Requested by Anonymous: jasper hale X boxer reader please

I've added a few things to the story. The reader is a boxer in an underground fighting ring. The reader is very close friends of the boss and get paid a lot of money to support family and other shit. There also a secret the reader has kept from her Sister Bella. How you like it and enjoy!

(Y/n)'s POV

"So your coming?" I asked my sister as we sat at a table by ourselves. "I mean. Just don't get hurt." Bella said as she bit her bottom lip. I narrowed my eyes at her as she looks towards the door. I raised an eyebrow as I follow her gaze to see the Cullen's. "I'll see you later." Bella said as she packed her things.

"Bells." I said sternly making her stop as she looks at me. "You don't have to come if you don't feel comfortable. I understand." I said softly as she looks at me. "I don't want you to go." She said as I sighed heavily. "I hate seeing you limping in pain when you come home- If you ever come home. You'll disappear for days and me and dad won't hear a single word about you." Bella said as I frown slightly.

"I'm sorry." I mumbled as I kissed her forehead causing her to gasp. "I'm already in to deep. I can't get out." I said as I grabbed my stuffed and walked outside to my bike.

"(Y/n)! Please! Don't go!" Bella begged as I started my bike. "Bella Swan." I said as she wrapped her arms around me hugging me tightly. "Please. I don't want to lose you." Bella said as I saw Edward waited by the wall. I narrowed my eyes at him know what and who he and his family are.

'Take care of my sister for me will you Edward?' I asked as his eyes widen looking at me. 'I'll be gone for a few weeks. Make sure nothing happen to her.' I thought as he nod his head. "Come on. I need you to give me some luck in my match tonight. If you want you can take your boyfriend with ya." I said as Bella look to the school to see Edward standing there.

"Okay. But." Bella started causing me to laugh softly. "Don't worry I'll have a room for you and them." I said kissing her cheek before getting on. "Your just gonna leave without saying goodbye?" I heard as I smiled slightly seeing Jasper walking out. "Well if I do your just gonna make it difficult for me to leave then yeah." I said as Bella went to Edward.

"Maybe it's because I don't want you to go." Jasper said softly as I pecked his lips. "Its my job." I said softly as Jasper frowns. "You don't have to work." Jasper said as I smiled at him. "I want to. Its what I'm good at." I said as I peck his lips one more time before riding off to a secret hideout.

Time Skip

3rd Person POV

Bella, Edward, and Jasper were in a room a bit far away from everyone and the ring. It's been almost 2 weeks since (Y/n) left to who knows where and Bella found a note saying where (Y/n) would be. "Hello everyone in here with (Y/n) (L/n). How do you feel?" The reporter asked as (Y/n) is wearing nothing but black clothing.

"I feel a bit excited. You know. Being the 'Queen' f the underworld is what people calls me." (Y/n) said with a smiled that light up the whole room. "How long have you been doing this?" The reporter asked as (Y/n) bit her bottom lip.

"Oh where do I begin?" (Y/n) laughs softly as she looks up. "Um... I'd say when I was about around 10. I helped my boss create this place and the rules. We don't fight just for bets and shit. We do it for fun." (Y/n) said as the reporter nods there head.

"So let talk about your Boss William Blake. Is he really in charge or is it you?" The Reporter asked causing (Y/n) to burst out laughing. "William." (Y/n) started with a smile as Jasper frown feeling a bit Jealous. "Don't worry about William Jasper. His married and has two kids and a baby on it way." Bella said as Jasper slightly relaxed.

"William is a family man. He has kids of his own you know. I may have helped him built this place but his the one that supports and pay for all this." (Y/n) said with a soft smile that can make anybody weak on there knees. "Wow. Um... One last question." The reporter said causing (Y/n) to nod her head. "Are you single?" The reporter asked blushing madly.

"You want me too?" (Y/n) joked with a wink before walking away. Jasper slightly chuckled at (Y/n) flirty playfulness. "Now its time for the match." The reporter said still blushing as the screen when dark.

Time Skip (cause I'm to lazy to write a fight scene)

With a smooth dodge (Y/n) and jumped on her opponent and wrapped her legs around there neck. (Y/n) used her weight and quickly spined her opponent and knocked then down.

(Y/n) got up as the ref started to count to ten only for the opponent to get up at eight. "Come on (Y/n)!" Jasper and Bella yelled at the screen. (Y/n) smiled slightly as she walked towards her opponent only for then to grab her and throw her roughly on the mat.

"(Y/n)!" Jasper and Bella yelled causing Edward to chuckle. The ref startes to count to ten only for (Y/n) to slowly get up with a blood coming out of her forehead. "Stay down bitch!" The opponent snarled causing Jasper to slightly hiss. "I can do this all day." (Y/n) said with a small grin as Bella chuckled. (Captain America reference anybody?)

The opponent went for another punch only for (Y/n) to push them and moved back. "Her special kick." Bella said in awe as (Y/n) jumped high and spined before moving a leg out kicking the opponent hard in the face.

"Smack!" The hit knocked out the opponent cause the ref to say the match is over as (Y/n) whipped the blood away. "Here is you win of this match is (Y/n)!" The ref yelled causing everyone to cheer. (Y/n) quickly left to change and bandaid up the cut so Jasper doesn't loss control.

Time Skip

"Owch!" (Y/n) hissed as Carlisle chuckled slight. "Quite whining (Y/n). You had worst." William said as Jasper stood next to him. "I know I have you donk. Ow!" (Y/n) yelled as Carlisle put some rubbing alcohol on the cut. "The perks of being a boxer." (Y/n) mumbled under her breath.

"So you must be Jasper Hale. Nice to finally meet you." William said as him and Jasper shake hands. "I would say the same but (Y/n) never told me about this little side career." Jasper said as he glared at (Y/n) playfully.

"That alright. (Y/n) doesn't like mixing her career life with her personal life. That why she changed her last name to (L/n) instead of Swan. That and her father would have killed her and come for me." William said with a wide grin.

"Reasonable." Jasper said as Carlisle raised placed a band aid and pat her head. "That should do." Carlisle said as (Y/n) looks up at him with a soft smile. "Can you not tell Charlie about this Carlisle please." (Y/n) said causing Carlisle to slightly smile a nod his head before leaving along with William.

"Does this mean your done fighting?" Jasper asked as he walks towards (Y/n). "Nope. I am born as a fighter. It just gonna be one of the perks you going to have to deal with." (Y/n) joked causing Jasper to slightly smile softly. "I can deal with that. As long as you tell me when you'll go here and that you doing come home with cuts and bruises." Jasper said sternly.

(Y/n) chuckled as she peck Jasper cold lips. "No promises. But since I did win do I get a reward?" (Y/n) purred as she wraps her arms around Jasper neck. "Mhm." Jasper hums as he pulled her close and picks her up. "I'll give your reward in the showers." He purred out softly as they went to the bathroom where the shower is.

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