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starksweasley · 4 years

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gone // steve rogers

Summary: In which Steve loses everything.

Warning: Angst, Cheating

Word Count: 699

It was the fact that it basically came out of nowhere that broke you. You had noticed his slightly tinted cheeks when he came home at night but you blamed it on the cold night. You noticed how he would smell faintly of lavender but you passed it off as your own scent on his shirt. You had been so wrapped around the fantasy of loving Steve Rogers that you hadn’t stopped for a moment to consider that it may have all been an illusion.

Her fingers were pulling at his golden locks and his body was wrapped around her delicate frame. His mouth made the most perfect shape as a moan vibrated through his lips. Your body went cold at the sight. The keys in your hand fell to the floor and the slight jingle caused the scene before you to unfold.

Steve immediately pulled himself off of the girl and frantically threw his trousers back on. “Y/N, I-” he stuttered for a few seconds, seemingly unable to find words to defend his actions.

Silent tears were running down your cheeks and suddenly, your feet weren’t frozen to the ground anymore. You turned and sprinted out of your shared apartment, desperate to leave your pain behind. It was like your lungs were shriveling up inside your body and you couldn’t breathe any more. Your body fell against the wall behind the staircase and you sunk down to your knees.

The tears came running down faster and louder. You had given your entire heart to Steve and you thought he had done the same. At times, your love for him was overwhelming; you didn’t think there was any room left in your heart for anything else. Perhaps it had been a mistake to invest yourself in a man stuck in the past.

Footsteps came barreling down the hallway and Steve’s shoes came into your eye-level. “Y/N, Please. Let me explain,” he whispered. You didn’t move a muscle.

Steve crouched down in front of you. Tears were falling down onto his cheeks but he didn’t bother wiping them off. “It was a mistake, baby. She was a mistake.”

You refused to meet his eyes; you feared that if you did it would only take a moment to forgive him. “Don’t call me that anymore, please-I-I can’t hear you say it anymore.”

“Baby, please,” Steve reached out a trembling hand to push a strand of hair out of your face but you immediately swatted it away. “I told you not to call me that!”

You wanted to be angry. Oh god, did you want to be angry. You wanted to pummel the man in front of you until he felt an ounce of the pain you were feeling right now but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

All you could feel was sadness. The greatest part of your life was over now, and only because you couldn’t be enough for the great Captain America. Your hands fisted in your hair as you raised your head to meet Steve’s gaze.

You opened your mouth multiple times but there were no words left for him-he didn’t deserve them anyways. Your legs wobbled as you stood up and pushed past Steve who was still crouched on the ground. You inhaled once and mustered up the will to leave behind the man you had given everything to.

Your feet moved as if on their own but you didn’t know where they were taking you; there was no where left for you to go. As you left, you heard three words leave Steve’s lips so quietly you could have pretended he never even said them. “Stay. For me.”

You spun around to look at those startling blue eyes one last time. His hands came up to cup your cheeks and you instinctively leaned into his warmth. His tears dropped onto your face and you could feel his breath against yours. With a deep sigh you whispered, “I don’t care about you anymore, Steve. We’re not the same, and we never will be.” Your hands came to rest on top of his and you gently pulled them off your face before leaving your broken heart behind.

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haileygarciasunshine · 4 years

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Roommates

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1,167

Warning: None.

Shared Apartment AU

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Moving to New York, was one of the most difficult things you’ve had to do. Growing up in the Midwest, the two major cities you’ve ever known was Minneapolis and Chicago. Neither city prepared you for the big city of New York. The hustle and bustle made both cities look like they were standing still.

You didn’t want to live in a new city alone. Your friend Sam had suggested getting a roommate. He even set you up with your new roommate. Someone you hadn’t met before. Almost everyday, you were plagued with the ‘what if?’ thoughts. What if he was a serial killer? What if he hated you?

Your siblings were over baring and very protective, especially since you were the youngest and only girl the group. It had taken a lot of convincing on your part, to have your brothers agree to let you go to New York by yourself, preventing them from threatening or pumbling your new roommate. Sam had reassured you that your roommate, Steve, was nothing to worry about and that you would be as safe as you could possibly be. Sam had made sure to arrange a couple minute phone call and video sessions between you and Steve whenever they could. Most of the time it was a quick catch up, and greetings.

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Time went by since you and Steve had moved in together. By now you were familiar with each others routines, what the other liked or didn’t like.

Sitting on the couch, your legs were curled underneath you. Getting to Netflix, you began browsing the choices.

“Steveee.” You whined. “Hurry up.”

“Hold your horses.” He chuckled from the kitchen. “The popcorn only pops so fast.”

You giggled, before dramatically laying across the couch. Steve quickly joined you, with a large bowl of freshly popped popcorn in hand.

“Do you plan on letting me join you or...?” He teased grinning down at you.

Crossing your arms you stuck your bottom lip out playfully pouting at him. “No.”

“No?” He questioned tilting his head. Chuckling he gingerly placed the popcorn bowl on the coffee table. Before you knew it, Steve was straddling your hips, as his fingers danced along your sides making involuntary laughs escape from you.

Throwing your head back against the couch, you began thrashing around attempting to halt his actions.

“Steve.” You attempted in between laughs.

“Rethinking our answer now are we?” He teased from above you.

Furiously, you grabbed both his hands in either of yours allowing you to yank them down towards you, locking your hands around his by your head. Your quick motions caught Steve off guard. You knew of his strength, knowing if he really wanted to he could break out of your grasp.

He was now hovering above you, his nose lightly brushed against yours. His closeness caused your breath to hitch in your throat as you gazed into his eyes. As you gazed up at him, you could’ve sworn you saw his eyes flick to your lips before he leaned in slightly. His movements were subtle making you question if he actually did them or if you had imagined them.

The feeling of soft lips brushing against yours could be felt. Your heart beat into your ears, as the butterflies in your stomach began fluttering.

Ring. Ring.

Steve cleared his throat, before reaching for his phone answering. Quickly, he got off of you as he made his way to the kitchen. Letting out a huff, you ran your hands along your face in frustration. You had feelings for Steve for awhile, however you never acted on them not knowing if he shared them.

Sighing, you sat up on the couch sitting in your previous position. Once Steve returned, he had a sorrow filled expression.

“That was Sam.” He mumbled glancing down at his hands. “I...”

Standing up, you made your way in front of him. “Go.” You wrapped your arms around his shoulder, pulling him in for a hug. He rested his cheek on top of your head. Letting out a sigh, he mumbled out an apology.

“Don’t be.” You spoke against his chest. “Go be someone’s hero.” You peered up at him, admiring his looks.

Nodding he sighed before he unwrapped himself from you.

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Falling asleep on the couch, you were still dress in your clothes from the day. Your friends had demanded a girls day, causing them to practically pull you out of the apartment.

Steve was away on a mission, but he always made sure to text you whenever he could. He had left two weeks ago, and wasn’t expecting to come back until next week. It was beginning to get much more tough each day without Steve beside you.

He somehow always managed to brighten up your day. You’ve been having a couple bad days in a row, normally Steve would be home and make you feel better.

Sighing, you made the decision to go into his room. Normally, that wasn’t something you did especially when he wasn’t around. Quickly, you made your way to his dresser picking out your favorite shirt of his. Tugging it on, the hem rested comfortably above your knee.

Gazing around his room, you tugged one of his blankets that he used wrapping it around yourself. The aroma of Steve, overwhelmed you practically making you instantly giddy.

Cuddling up on the couch, you started streaming your favorite show. In no time, you had fallen asleep.

Steve bounded up the stairs, full of excitement knowing that he was home, that you were waiting for him. He attempted to open the apartment door, as quietly as he could. Taking his shoes off, he turned surprised at the scene before him. Smiling, he gazed at your sleeping figure. Crouching down, he gently traced your sleeping features.

Feeling strong arms carrying you, the familiar scent of Steve filled your nose. Clutching his shirt, you attempted to pull yourself as close as possible to him. The deep vibrations of his chuckle erupted through your hand.

Placing you on your bed, he leaned down placing a kiss to your forehead. Whimpering, your grip didn’t let up on his shirt.

“Stay?” You whispered barely opening your eyes.

“Are you sure?” He whispered in hesitation.

You hummed in response.

Steve quickly got himself ready for bed, before he crawled in next to you.

Laying on your side, you gazed at him sleepily. Smiling, you were as giddy as you could be in the middle of the night.

“You’re back.” You whispered, placing a hand on his cheek, allowing your thumb to gently trace his cheek.

The moon illuminated your room enough, allowing you to see Steve’s features. Leaning in slightly, your lips touched his. Your actions catching you both off guard. Being exhausted from the day, you didn’t care about the consequences.

Steve pulled back, placing a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose.

“Goodnight, Y/N. We’ll talk in the morning.”

Nodding your head, you hummed. “Goodnight, Steve.”

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aspiringauthorintraining · 5 years

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Go Get Your Girl

(Y/N) stood to the side, watching Bucky and Steve banter, with a pensive look. She tried keep a smile on her face but couldn’t, knowing what was about to happen. She heaved a big sigh as she saw the Captain walk his way over to her. Before she could say anything though, he pulled her into a hug.

“I’ll be back before you know it.” he said, burying his face into her hair.

“Steve.” she whispered quietly, her eyes starting to well up.

Not noticing the shift in mood, he made a joke. “You want me to bring back home a dinosaur for you?” His smile fell, when he pulled back to see her grim face. “What’s wrong, doll?”

Not everyone….gets a second chance.” Her watery eyes met his concerned ones. “I-I want you to be happy.”“ She tried to muster up a smile, but her bottom lip continued to quiver slightly.

“W-what are you-“

“Go get your girl.” she interrupted, smiling tearfully.

His brows furrowed at his girlfriend and his mind went blank, creating a blanket of silence. The only sounds heard were her small , quiet sniffles.

After a moment of wiping her tears away quickly, with her sleeves, she looked over to Bruce with a smile. “I think he’s ready to go.” Bruce gave her a thumbs up sign from his station, and she looked back at the man in front of her, who was still at a loss for words. “He’s got a dance to get to.”

And before Steve could respond, he felt himself being pushed onto the stage by Sam and Bucky, furthering his distance from (Y/N), who was making her way over to Bruce.

“Alright Steve, make sure to put back the stones exactly where we found them.” Bruce instructed, while pushing some buttons on the control panel, that powered up the time travel machine.

“How long will it take?” Sam asked.

“Well, for us it’ll be 3 seconds but for him, it’s however long he needs.”

Bucky walked quietly over to (Y/N), putting a comforting arm around her shoulder, while she remained in silent eye contact with Steve.

“Don’t worry, we’ll see him soon.” he said, sharing a knowing look with her.

“I know. I just can’t imagine a world without Captain America…” she said, leaning her head against his shoulder. “…for three seconds.” she tried jokingly. But Bucky saw the heartbrokenness on her face.

Steve watched the two most important people in his life comforting each other, knowing what they were thinking. But before he could say anything to them, he was interrupted by Bruce.

“All right Cap. Ready in 3…2…1.”

The stage lit up with a whir, and a second later, Steve disappeared.

“And back in 3…2…1.”

The silence ringing back confirmed to her the reality.

“Well, I should leave now. I’ve got a plane to catch.” (Y/N) hugged Bucky, as Sam and Bruce were panicking in the background. He looked down at her, her tears flowing freely now that Steve was gone.

“You don’t want to meet him?” Bucky asked, but he knew her answer.

“I don’t think I can handle seeing an old Captain America. At least, not right now.” she sniffled, her tears clouding her vision. “Just tell him, I’m off to live my best life and I’m not mad at him. That way, he won’t feel bad. You know how he is.”

“But-“

“Please.”

Bucky sighed, seeing the emotional state his close friend was in. “All right. Go catch that plane and live your best life.” He said squeezing her hand softly, with a reassuring smile.

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(1 month later)

(Y/N) was pretty sure she was going crazy. Or at least, delusional.

First, she thought she saw Steve, through the window of her plane, riding his motorcycle down the runway. That was a month ago.

Once she landed in Paris, she proceeded to stay in her hotel room for a week, watching sad movies for an excuse to cry all day in her hotel bed. After she realized she needed to start living that best life she told Bucky about, she finally ventured outside to go sightseeing around the city. Everything had been normal again; no Steve sightings, up until the past week.

On Monday, while she was having brunch out on her balcony, she saw a very familiar looking man, who looked very lost. She continued to watch him, before he disappeared behind one of the nearby buildings. On Tuesday, she passed by a man conversing with the concierge about something, but seemed to be having trouble communicating. She was about to turn around and offer her help but someone from the staff had gotten there already to translate. And on Wednesday, she could have sworn she saw Steve in the crowd at the local farmer’s market.

Which brought her to today, when she was positive she was going crazy. She was walking into the lobby of her hotel and was immediately enveloped in a scent that reminded her of Steve. But that wasn’t what made her consider her sanity. It was the sight of Steve Rogers standing in the middle of the lobby, looking right at her.

Seeing him right in front of her, like she remembered him, made her sink down to the floor of the lobby, and start crying uncontrollably.

“What is wrong with me?”

“Nothing is wrong with you, doll. I’m sorry it took me so long to find you.”

“Great, now it’s talking to me.” she said to herself.

But her heart stopped when she felt a pair of strong arms and the familiar scent encasing around her.

“You’re not going crazy. I’m really here.”

She looked up from her sleeve, wet from her tears, to see a smiling Steve.

“Are you really here?”

She pinched herself twice, thinking she had to be dreaming. But after she realized she wasn’t hallucinating nor dreaming, her eyes went wide. She started peppering his face with small kisses, before berating him.

“What are you doing here Steve? Your supposed to be old!”

“I always knew you had a thing for older men, since you were dating me. But even I’m not old enough for you?” He joked, laughing happily from the after effects of her multiple pecks on his face.

She slapped his chest, slightly frowning at the man. “You know what I’m talking about mister.”

Steve’s large hands reached for her smaller ones, her face softening at their warmth.

“You had a second chance Steve…You had a second chance with Peggy.”

Steve looked into her eyes lovingly, before staring down at their intertwined hands.

“You’re right, I did get a second chance. I could have had another shot at a life with the woman I had been thinking of since getting out of the ice. But I realized that meant losing the one chance I had at a life with the woman, who helped me move on from Peggy.”

The two hadn’t realized they had attracted a crowd, who were very interested in what was happening between the two Avengers.

Steve continued. “I was truly happy for Peggy, knowing she met someone and had a good life with him. But I realized, I wouldn’t be happy knowing that someone else would spend a life with you, being the reason you laughed and smiled everyday.” He lightly kissed each of her hands. “I want to be that person.”

He leaned in, about to kiss her, when she slapped his chest again.

“Ow! What did I do this time?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, knowing her slap caused him no pain. “Why didn’t you come back right away then?” she asked, holding onto his hands tightly.

“Bruce said something about, wrong coordinates? It actually was set to 3 minutes after I left, instead of 3 seconds. He sends his apologies.” He responded with an apologetic smile.

“So you’re staying, then?”

“Yeah, I finally got my girl.” He grinned, before finally leaning in to kiss her.

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(1 month ago, 3 minutes after Steve disappeared.)

With a small wave to Bruce and Sam, (Y/N) turned around and started walking towards her car, without a glance back. She had exchanged goodbyes with the rest of the team beforehand, and now there was no reason to stay anymore. As she started her engine, she failed to hear the whir sound of the time machine and the reappearance of a man.

Steve was enveloped in a hug by Bucky, who was surprised by his sudden appearance.

“You actually came back. You didn’t stay.” Bucky said, before noticing his friend was looking around the forest clearing for someone. “She left.” he told his friend, a little panicked.

“What? Why? W-Where is she?”

“I don’t know. We both thought you would stay with Peggy once you left, and so she left after you didn’t come back.”

“I-I...Did she mention where she was going to?”

“She just said she had a plane to catch. And to tell you that she’s off to live her best life and that she’s not mad.

Steve sighed, rubbing his face in his hands. “Of course. Because she willing to make others happy at the expense of her own happiness.”

“Sorry Steve, I must have mixed up the coordinates. I should have counted down from three minutes instead of three seconds.” Bruce piped up from the back.

“Listen Buck, I need to go catch her before I really lose her this time.”

“Go get your girl, Rogers.” Bucky smiled encouragingly.

(A/N): I didn’t really get how Steve staying in the past and still staying in the main timeline worked. So this is my take, hope you like it!

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kaunis-sielu · 6 years

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Blue Mark

It was maddening. For as long as you could remember your soulmark had always been colored. All of your friends had black marks, but yours was bright blue from the day you knew what it was to have a soulmate. The mark was on your palm, your whole palm and up your fingers, and with how many people you’ve touched you’re sure that you’re never going to find them.

You’re doodling in your sketchbook when a shadow crosses the paper.

“Hey Doll.” Steve says sitting down next to you, then passing you a coffee cup glances at what you’re working on.

“Is that Nat?”

“Yea,” You say before taking a sip of what turns out to be peppermint hot chocolate. He knows you so well. “It’s harder without her in front of me.”

“I think it looks good.”

“Thanks Steve.” You tell him bopping him with your arm. “Could I draw you again?”

“Do you really have to ask?” He asks and you laugh. You don’t have to look at your best friend much to draw him. Unlike with Natasha you see him almost every day, and his profile is one that your hand can do almost from memory.

Neither of you talk much while you draw, he just watches the people in the park, occasionally looks at you while you draw. You have to turn his face back a few times causing him to chuckle.

“Steve?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you ever think about your soulmate?” You don’t look at him, continuing to draw his eyelashes.

“Not really. They’ll come when they come.” He looks down at you, you can feel his eyes on you. “Why do you ask?”

“I was just curious. I mean, I’ve already met my soulmate, at least according to this.” You open your palm and look at the colorful mark in irritation. “But where the hell are they and how is this supposed to be helpful?” You complain.

“Why don’t you just do what I’ve done? Ignore that stupid thing and date who you want.”

“You’ve only dated two people Steve and when you and Peg broke up you were crushed. Why would I want to do that to myself?”

“Because then it gets you out of your head and you know what you’re looking for. You stop looking for this soulmate and just enjoy yourself.”

“I honestly wouldn’t even know how to start.”

“How about this. You and I go out tonight and I’ll be your wingman.”

“I don’t know Steve. I’m not really interested in heartbreak.”

“Fine then come be my wing woman.” You give a noncommittal huff and he grabs your pencil from your fingers.

“Steven!”

“Nope. Come on it’ll be fun.” He gets this smirk on his face, it’s that one that you know means trouble for you.

It turns out to be a fun night, you actually end up meeting someone. His name is Tony Stark and he’s charming and kind but his mark is a line up his arm and it’s still black. But when he asks you out you find that you actually want to go out with him. So you say yes.

Tony meets you at the restaurant at 7:15, never mind that you’d agreed to meet at 7. For a while you thought he was going to stand you up, but then he came swaggering into the restaurant. It was kind of annoying to be honest but other than that it was a fun dinner. He’s funny. Smart.

“I had a nice time.” You tell him, as you walk out to your cars.

“Well, you were out with me.” He says with an exaggerated wink, “I had a nice time too.” Tony tells you in a more serious tone, brushing his hand down your arm he stops you at the trunk of your car. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes.” You mutter and he kisses you softly, the facial hair around his mouth tickles. When Tony pulls away he smiles down at you, then kisses your nose causing you to laugh.

You’re enjoying your time with Tony when one day he shows up and gives you a sad smile.

“Hey baby.”

“Hi Tony, what’s up?”

“I have some good news, well, okay it’s not exactly good news.” You glance down at where you know his mark is, and he rubs the back of his head anxiously. “I met her. Her name is-“

“I don’t need to know Tony.”

“I’m sorry. We both knew this would fall apart sooner or later. I mean your mark is already colored and mine was black so...” He trails off and you bite the inside of your cheek to keep from crying. You’d gotten more attached to him then you’d planned. “I really am sorry.” He says.

“Just go Tony.” You say not meeting his eyes, thankfully he goes without protest.

The first place you go is to Steve. You knock on his door, and when he answers your carefully held together façade of being fine crumbles and you burst into tears.

“Woah! What’s wrong?” Steve asks pulling you to him and shutting the door behind you.

“Tony met his fucking soulmate. I knew this would happen.” You sob into his chest.

“Okay, let’s go to the couch. I’ll order food, we can talk.” You nod into his chest, unable to say anything.

You end up spending the night, taking comfort from just being with Steve. His arms wrapped tightly around you, head tucked neatly under his chin. Sometime in the night he carried you to his room, curling together on his bed.

“Morning.” Steve mumbles, his voice thick with sleep.

“Morning.” You grumble back, “I’m mad at you.”

“Me?” He sounds surprised, “What’d I do?”

“You convinced me to go out in the first place and I knew this was going to happen. That I’d get my heart broken.”

“You’ll be okay.” He says gently before rolling away from you and padding to the bathroom. “I’m gonna go for a run,” he calls through the door, “You wanna come?”

“Nah, I need a shower and I can make breakfast while you’re gone.”

“Sounds good.” He says coming out of the bathroom in only a pair of shorts. Steve rarely goes without a shirt in front of you, you thought he was embarrassed about a scar or something. It’s not until his back is toward you that you’re able to stare openly at him. It’s not until you’re openly ogling at the muscles in his back and sides that you see it. The mark is on his right side, right at his waist, and it’s several shades of blue.

His soulmark isn’t black, it’s blues and it’s in the shape of a handprint.

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tomimagineholland · 6 years

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Can I request one where you meet Tom during a Marvel after party and you're Chris Hemsworth new assistant and you and him get chosen for a karaoke duet? I'll leave the rest to you :)

This one kind of interesting and extraordinary) Imma work with this one

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alternateafterthought · 7 years

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Strip It Down

Steve Rogers x Reader Summary: Steve wants to treat Y/N to a date after dealing with all of his missions and missed dates and late nights – Inspired by the song “Strip It Down” by Luke Bryan Warnings: fluff ! Lots and lots of fluff !!! Word Count: 948 Steve walked off the quinjet, Shield in one hand, helmet in the other, only stopping for a moment when someone handed him a phone. Steve smiled and took the phone, handing his shield and helmet to the agent. “Hello?” Steve spoke into the phone. “Hey man. How was the mission?” Clint’s voice asked through the phone. “Quick, easy.” Steve walked towards his room. “That’s good.” Clint’s voice muffled. “So I’m just checking in. You all set for tonight?” “Yeah I’m good on my end,” Steve smiled as he looked at the dress, note and flowers laid on the bed for Y/N. “What about you? Everything good?” “Everything’s set, Cap. You and Y/N should have a great night.” Clint chuckled. “I’ll keep the family out all night. Make sure you’re out of my barn by tomorrow around lunch.” “You got it.” Steve laughed with Steve. “Thanks for this, Clint. We really need this.” “I know man. Me and the family need this too.” Clint said. “I’ll talk to you later.” “Yeah, thank you for everything.” Steve spoke and then hung up. Steve picked up his back pack he’d already packed the day before and left the Avengers Compound. He made it to his apartment he shared with Bucky in Brooklyn, going to take a shower. Y/N had a rough day at work, if the coffee stained blouse, stack of paperwork in her arms and blisters forming on her feet were anything to go by. Her once pulled back braid was now loose, strands of hair fell free around her slightly sweaty face. With a huff, Y/N moved through the Avengers Compound towards the room she shared with Steve, wanting to just soak in a bubble bath for the next few hours. Reaching the door she juggled everything in her hands to push it open, to find it empty. A little confused, considering Steve was coming home from his mission today, Y/N dumped the paperwork on her desk, kicking off her shoes before walking towards the bed. It was then she finally say something lying on the bed. Picking up the note, Y/N read; Y/N I know we haven’t had much time together these past few months. I wanted to make it up to you. Put on the dress and shoes on the bed and meet me outside the compound at 6 o’clock. I’ll be waiting. Love Steve Y/N smiled at Steve’s beautiful handwriting, reading over the note 2 more times before looking at the dress. An off-white, floral, high low dress sat on the bed, a brown and brown belt to go with it, a pair of brown cowgirl boots sat at the bottom of the bed. Y/N also saw that a small bouquet of daisies sat on the bed too, Y/N picked them up, putting them to her nose with a smile. “Oh, Steve.” She whispered o herself, before putting down the flowers and note and going to shower. By 6 o’clock, Steve stood out the front of the Avengers Compound in a pair of faded jeans, a red flannel Bucky made him buy and a pair of cowboy boots Clint made him buy. He honestly thought he looked ridiculous, standing next to the slightly rusted red truck Clint let him borrow for the night. Steve tried not to pace, having been standing there for a whole 2 minutes, but he could feel the eyes of everyone from the second window, Stark even went as far as to have bought a chair and bowl of popcorn to watch them go. Steve began to pull at the collar of his shirt, staring at his feet when he heard the compound doors open. Looking up, Y/N was walking towards him, dress and boots, almost glowing. When Y/N reach him, he immediately bought her into him, kissing her lips softly. “Nice buckle.” Y/N whispered when she pulled away, her finger slightly running over it before moving to the door. “Thank you.” Steve opened the door for her and helped her in. The drive was silent but comfortable, the old radio buzzing with a mix of static and old music. One of Steve’s hands never left Y/N’s, the other on the steering wheel as he drove. Reaching their destination, Steve easily navigated the potholes and rubble of the familiar dirt driveway of Clint’s farm. Pulling up out front of the old barn, Steve jumped out of the truck, running around and helping Y/N land her feet safely on the ground. Steve intertwined their hands as he closed the truck door, moving Y/N towards the old barn that now glowed in the dusk with fairy lights and lanterns. “Steve…” Y/N whispered as he opened the barn door. A table had been set up in the middle of the barn, a bouquet of daisies sat in the middle. It’s was small but enough for Y/N, it was perfect. Y/N reached for Steve again, pulling him in for a kiss to tell him just how much she appreciated this. Steve smiled into the kiss, holding onto Y/N, like having his world in his arms. “Shall we eat?” Steve moved Y/N to her seat. “Ma’am.” He pulled her seat out. Conversation was easy, with the speaker Clint seemed to have set up, music constantly played throughout the night. Stark went all out and got them a 3 course meal from some 5 star restaurant, and in some little way, each Avenger left their mark for Y/N and Steve to have one perfect night together. Around 11 o’clock Y/N had pulled Steve outside the barn, turning the speaker up and they danced under the sky. The night couldn’t have been more perfect, and yet somehow it was.

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queenofbeez · 8 years

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Carefully you took everything out of the machine. One by one you loaded it into another machine. You turned the first machine off and turned the dials on the second machine. Adding the last three things, you shut the doors and said “It’s ready Captain.” “Hit the button.” he replied in a low deep voice. You hit the button and the machine started making noise. “We did it!” Steve said excitedly. You two high fived and then left the room. It was your first time doing laundry in you new house.

Side note: You guys realized you shouldn’t have put Steve’s uniform in the dryer. (The gif (that is not mine) shows his tight uniform and glorious booty)

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starksweasley · 5 years

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sleepless nights // steve rogers

Summary: In which you can’t fall asleep without Steve by your side.

Word Count: 584

The clock next to your bed read 3:25 a.m. A sigh left your lips as you rolled over and felt the cold sheets on Steve’s side of the bed. It had been a week since you’d had a good night of sleep. After months of sleeping next to Steve, you couldn’t fall asleep anymore without feeling his warmth beside you.

You wondered if your boyfriend was laying on a bed in the other side of the tower, unable to fall asleep without you. At this moment, you regretted every harsh word you had hurled at him during your fight. The silence between you two shouldn’t have even lasted this long.

You had disobeyed a direct order from Steve during a mission which resulted in you almost getting shot. Steve was your boyfriend but on missions, he was your captain. He felt tat you had abused your relationship and undermined his authority. Your pride clashed with his pride and had resulted in both of you giving each other the silent treatment. But now, as you ached for his presence, you decided it was time to push your ego aside.

You wrapped a blanket over your shoulders and slipped out of your room. There were several floors and rooms to choose from but you knew Steve was somewhere on your floor. Even though he was so mad he couldn’t even bare to look at you, you knew he wouldn’t be able to stay far away from you. Your feet padded against the cold tile as you searched every spare room you came across. The sound of sheets being loudly ruffled through a door on your right caught your attention. You timidly pushed the door open, afraid to see your boyfriend’s reaction.

Steve lay on a mess of blankets, his head resting on a pillow at the foot of the bed. His eyes were red but wide open. Steve’s gaze was fixed on your face, but he didn’t say a word. You moved towards him, repeatedly stumbling over your blanket.

“Steve?” you called out, your voice hoarse. He kept his mouth shut and no expressions crossed his face. You slowly dropped your blanket and crawled into the empty space next to Steve. You wrapped your arms around his stiff body and tucked your face into the crook of his neck.

“I couldn’t sleep without you,” you murmured against his skin. “I’m sorry. Can we please go back to how we were?”

Despite your actions, Steve remained motionless. His demeanor began to make you insecure so you gently unraveled your arms from his waist and struggled to push yourself off of his body. Just as you were able to get your feet onto the ground, an arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you back onto the bed. Your back pressed against Steve’s chest as he held you securely to him. A content sigh left your lips as you nuzzled your head back into the crook of his neck.

“I couldn’t sleep without you either,” Steve mumbled into your hair. “I’m sorry I said those things. I didn’t mean them.”

You turned and smiled up at Steve’s apologetic face. “I know you didn’t, love. Don’t worry about it.”

Steve grinned down at you and placed a soft kiss against your lips. “I love you, Y/N.”

Your fingers traced the outline of Steve’s lips, fatigue sweeping through your body. “I love you too, Cap. Can we sleep now?”

Steve chuckled and tightened his hold on you. “Yes, we can.”

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kaunis-sielu · 6 years

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Steve Rogers

You were supposed to go out tonight, but when you got the call from your daughter’s preschool teacher at 2:00 it abruptly changed those plans to a night in with your sweet brown-eyed five-year-old. From the moment you’d gotten her home all she’d wanted to do was snuggle with you in your dad’s old leather chair and watch movie after movie. You’d gotten her into her jammies, made some toast, got her some Gatorade and a bucket, just in case, before you’d texted your date, Steve letting him know that your little girl was sick. The fact that you were a mom was something you were very upfront about, and he hadn’t been bothered by the fact, rather seemed to kind of be happy about it. That you had a daughter since he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to have any of his own.

She falls asleep halfway through the second movie. Your phone buzzes and to your surprise Steve has sent you a text back. You hadn’t expected to hear from him since you’d texted him so long ago.

Hey Doll, sorry it took me a while to get back to you. I was on a work trip. I’m sorry to hear your little girl isn’t feeling well. Could I bring you over some dinner?

You usually wouldn’t want someone you’re seeing in your home so soon, but Steve is different. He’s sweet, charming and genuinely a good man so after a couple minutes of thinking it over you look down at the sleeping girl in your lap and shoot him back a text.

No worries on the delay. It’d be great to have you over for dinner, I don’t want you to get sick though.

While Lara hasn’t thrown up she’s been running a high fever since you picked her up from preschool.

I wouldn’t worry about it. I’ve got an amazing immune system

Steve texts back and you can’t help the grin that crosses your face.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

You tease before sending him your address. It only takes him a half hour to show up, you’d just gotten Lara into bed when he’s knocked.

“Hey.” You greet him with a smile pulling open the door.

“Hi doll.” He says softly, “How’s Lara doin’?” It touches you that his first question was about your little girl.

“She’s sleeping.” You tell him shutting the door behind him. He’s got a plastic bag in his hands and something smells fantastic. “How was your work trip?”

“Pretty typical. I hope you’re hungry, I’ve got burgers.”

“Sounds good.” You pass him a couple plates then grab the ketchup for the fries he’s pulled out of the bag.

You sit together and talk quietly, he asks more about Lara and you tell him some of your favorite stories. You’re halfway through the one where she told her Nana that she wanted to be a puppy when she grew up when you hear a soft noise from the hallway.

“One second Steve.” You stand and head toward the hallway when a little pair of eyes peek around the corner. “Hi baby. You okay?” She nods and tries to peer around you. You press a soft kiss to her forehead, her meds have kicked in and she feels much cooler. “Wanna meet momma’s friend Steve?” She nods again so you scoop her up and bring her to the table. “Steve, this is my daughter Lara. Lara this is momma’s friend Steve.” He stands slowly and her eyes widen as he gets taller.

“Hi Lara.” He smiles softly and Lara waves. His smile widens and he waves back.

“Momma.” She says very seriously, studying Steve, “I know him already.”

“You know him already?” You ask, confused. She must have seen a picture of him on your phone when you’d been chatting on the app your best friend had forced you to use. You’d already thanked her.

“Yea. He’s my friend. He’s Captain ‘Merica!” She exclaims proudly. You look up at him in surprise. His smile frozen on his face.

“Is Lara right?” You ask softly, she’s gotta be mistaken. Why in the world would Captain America need a dating app to meet someone? And why would he choose you, a suburban single mom of average looks, to spend his time with?

“Yea.” He mutters, one hand rubbing the back of his head, he looks past you and you can see the insecurity in his eyes.

“That’s pretty cool huh Lara, we get to know Captain America’s secret identity!” You tell your daughter, watching Steve’s face as his eyes once more meet yours. “So if you see him here or we’re out with him somewhere we only call him Steve. But if he’s in his Captain America suit then that’s what we call him okay?” The relief you see on his face is enough to break your heart and you suddenly understand why he didn’t tell you.

Here he just gets to be Steve.

As weeks turn to months and months to a year Steve comes over more and more often, practically living with you and Lara when he’s not on missions. Lara loves playing with him and for a man with super strength he’s so gentle with her. You found yourself in love with him, even with the time he’s gone being Captain America everything is pretty wonderful. Maybe a little worrisome with what he does for a living but he’s open and honest with you about the job which you appreciate.

You had a tough conversation the week that had followed Lara’s outing him but had come to the understanding that his life as Captain America and his life as Steve Rogers were two completely (as much as they could be) different things.

Steve is over one night, playing with Lara as you cook dinner, when someone knocks on your front door.

“Hey doll you want me to get that?” Steve calls from the living room.

“No, I got it.” You call back sliding the chicken into the oven. You make your way to the door and pull it open then freeze, mouth open in surprise as you stare at the man on your doorstep.

“Hey beautiful.” He coos, oblivious to shock on your face he tries to come into your home.

“Davis.” You says, planting your foot on the ground behind the door holding it firm to keep him out. “What do you want?”

“I’m here to see my daughter.”

“No.”

“No?”

“Absolutely not. You don’t get to just walk back in here like nothing happened. You don’t get to decide that you’re a part of our lives now.” You hear Lara shrieking with laughter and Steve’s voice after.

“Whose in your house?” Davis asks attempting to shove his way past you. “You got a new man to whore around with?”

“Go home Davis.” You demand, holding your ground but you know you can’t keep him out forever.

“I am home.”

“This has never been and will never be your home. You gave up that right when you walked out on day three.”

“Let me in!” He snarls then you feel the warmth against your back.

“Doll?” Steve asks gently. “I asked Lara if she wanted to play hide-n-seek so I could come check on you. Everything okay?” The door hasn’t budged since Steve added his hand to the top of the door.

“Who the fuck are you?” Davis sneers, clearly not recognizing the superhero standing in front of him.

“Someone who’s welcome here. Something that I’m pretty sure you’re not.” Steve growls back, his hand is gentle on your back but his voice could freeze water.

“I have the right to see my daughter.” Davis says again, he pushes against the door but it doesn’t even wiggle this time.

“She doesn’t even know who you are. In this last year Steve has been more of a father to her than you ever have. Just go. I don’t want you to come around ever, ever again.” You snarl.

“I have-“

“No! You gave those up. I could have you arrested for not paying child support for the last five years. I don’t want that, I just want you to leave us alone.” When Davis doesn’t move Steve gently moves you back.

“‘Scuse me Doll.” He says, “You heard her. Go.”

“Fuck off Steve.” Davis snarls before throwing a punch. It hits Steve right in the eye but he doesn’t even move.

“Momma?” You close your eyes, horrified that Lara has come to see what’s going on. You pick her up and hold her tightly to you. “Whose that?”

“I’m your daddy Lara.” Davis cries before you can come up with anything to say.

“No you’re not.” She argues. “He is.” She points at Steve and you’re not sure how to respond. “He loves me and momma.” She says proudly and your heart swells.

“You heard her. I love them, you’re not welcome here.” Steve says pushing the door shut and locking it. Davis pounds on the door, screaming profanities through it you rub Lara’s back as she hugs your neck tightly. Steve lifts his watch toward his mouth then says, “F.R.I.D.A.Y. Please send the police to my location.”

“Yes Captain.” The AI responds and you look at him in surprise.

It doesn’t take long for the police to show up, you take Lara to her room while Steve stands guard in the kitchen.

Once Davis is gone Steve comes back to Lara’s room with dinner all stacked on a couple of plates.

“Thank you.” You tell him softly, and he nods, understanding that the thanks is for more than just grabbing dinner.

You don’t get the chance to speak with him alone until after Lara has gone to bed. She’d asked for Steve to put her to bed, he read her a book and then tucked her in and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

“Night daddy.” She mumbles sleepily as you watch from the doorway. He pauses and then whispers back.

“Goodnight sweet girl.” He turns and sees you standing there, a smile on your face and he slowly crosses the room toward you. You take his hand and lead him back to the living room. He sits down on the couch and pulls you to his lap, you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him softly.

“Thank you.” You whisper.

“No need Doll.” He murmurs back, holding you tightly to him as you run your fingers through his hair. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“I loved him once.” You say not looking into his eyes. “Once he was kind, and I thought he loved me. When I found out I was pregnant things were okay, until Lara was born. I wasn’t prepared, neither was he but instead of stepping up with me Davis bailed. That’s the first time I’ve seen him since then, I can’t believe he just thought he could waltz back into our lives like that!” You’re angry now, how dare he? Who did he think he was? Steve runs a hand up then down your spine, trying to calm you. His fingers ghosting along your back does wonders to soothe your frayed nerves.

“I’m sorry Doll.” He soothes, “Can I suggest something?” You nod, “Can I have Stark come over and reinforce your place? I might not be here next time he comes and I want to make sure that you and Lara are safe.”

“I’d like that.” You agree, you were lucky that Steve was here tonight. “How do you feel about what Lara said?”

“About how I love you both? She’s right. I do.” You give his chest a gentle swat and give him a mock scowl. You’d both exchanged ‘I love you’s a few months back and it was something you said freely and often now.

“The other part, about you being her dad.”

“Honestly Doll, someday I’d like to be.”

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tomimagineholland · 6 years

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Masterlist?

Hey guys. I know I’ve said it many times, but now believe me, im back and already writing imagines. I have big plans an so many ideal for my own series, but for now I need your requests too. Request anything you want guys.

About the master list, unfortunately I didn’t write a lot so all my imagines you can find by just scrolling down. I really hope you will enjoy them.

Stay tuned, request, and have a nice day.

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kaunis-sielu · 6 years

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Fucking Drive!

“No Inhuman Registration!” You chant with the rest of the crowd outside of the White House. “No Inhuman Registration!” The crowd has swelled to a few hundred and you’ve got to admit, it’s getting pretty rowdy.

“The crowd must disperse!” A cop calls over a loud speaker but people just boo him.

You can’t breathe without bumping into someone and there an energy in the crowd that’s electric. It’s just calm enough that you don’t feel worried or scared but you know that it could change at any second.

“No Inhuman Registration!” The crowd yells again, it’s like you’ve become one in your rage.

“This crowd must disperse!” The cops yell again and you see them lining up as you force your way to the far edge of the crowd. You want to get as far away from them and their riot gear as you can, this group won’t be easily contained.

To be honest you’re pretty sure there are more Inhumans in this crowd than non-Inhumans, which is fine, you’re here supporting them after all.

It’s then the tear gas comes flying into the crowd. People scream and scatter, one guy grabs a canister then throws it back at the police. They’re shooting people with beanbags and dragging them off, some are being hit with worse. They’re these blue pellet things that seem to paralyze anyone they hit. You duck down to avoid the line of fire but keep moving, you’ve got to get out of here.

That’s when you see him, settled on his bike, a big cherry red monster of a thing, he’s talking to his friend next to him but otherwise looks ready to go.

He looks like the kinda guy your mom warned you about, strong, handsome and a little bit dangerous, the back of his jacket does say Howlies after all.

Your mind is made up when the girl next to you is paralyzed, it’s so much creepier up close. Her body frozen in the moment she was hit, the anger etched into her face, her fist raised in defiance.

You sprint to the blonde, jumping onto the back of his bike you scream

“Drive! Fucking drive!” He doesn’t need to be told twice. The engine roars as he shoots forward, the bike wobbles slightly but you can feel his muscles tense as he maneuvers the bike away from the protest. You risk a glance over your shoulder and see two cops on their own motorcycles following you. “They’re following us!” You yell to your getaway driver.

“Not for long Doll.” He growls, “Hold on tight.” You wrap your arms tightly around him and hold on for dear life as he guns it, you didn’t know he could go faster. He peels around a corner then another, throwing a leg down he makes a quick turn then flies into an alley. “Duck.” He says pulling behind a dumpster and cutting the engine. You do as he says and get low over his back.

“What if they saw us come down here?” You ask quietly as the roar of the officers bikes comes closer.

“Then they’re better drivers than they’re lettin’ on.” He says, his voice rumbling through you. Sure enough their bikes go past your hiding spot and when you breathe a sigh of relief he laughs.

“So what’s the story Doll?”

“Pardon?” You ask as you climb off of his bike. He laughs again then swings a leg off of the bike and stands. He’s easily over six feet tall and his bright blue eyes study you for a second.

“God you’re adorable.” He chuckles before going into one of the bags on his bike and swapping the license plate on the back of the bike for a new one. “First you’re at a protest for Inhumans, then you jump on the back of one of the leaders of the Howlies gang’s bike and scream at him to ‘drive just fucking drive’. You then run from the cops, are relieved when they don’t find you and say things like ‘pardon’.”

“Well, in my defense I did not know that you were a leader of the Howlies. I just needed to get the hell out of there before I was hit with one of those paralyzing pellet things.”

“They’re called Night Night pellets. The effects wear off.”

“I did not know that.” You shrug then continue, “It was still freaky. Thanks for the ride.” You tell him before turning away and heading down the alleyway.

“Hold up there darlin’.” He cuts you off, “You don’t just jump onto the back of a man’s bike and then walk away.”

“Do you want me to pay you?” He laughs again, head thrown back hand on his chest.

“Oh my god. No darlin’ I wanna buy you a drink.” You stare up at him, he wants to what? Why would he want to buy you a drink?

“You’re kidding right?”

“Not at all.”

“I don’t even know your name!”

“Steve Rogers, the boys call me Captain.”

“Yea, I’m not gonna call you Captain.” He grins then shakes his head.

“I think you’re the kinda woman my mom would’ve wanted me to date.”

“What kind of woman is that?”

“Sweet but with a strong sense of right and wrong. Someone who’s not gonna let me walk all over her like the dames the other Howlies have.” He smiles softly down at you, “Come on Doll. Just one drink.” He holds out a hand to you and after a heartbeat you take it.

“Yea alright.” You agree and he grins.

One drink turns into dinner. Then lunch a few days later, countless dinners follow after. It’s strange, he’s the leader of a rough and tumble biker gang but he’s nothing but kind and gentle with you. The only time he’d ever laid a hand on you was to protect you from a drunk idiot who’d thought it’d be fun to rile up some Howlies. When the drunk had made a pass at you Steve had yanked you away from the man and behind him. You didn’t hear what he said to the man but his message was clear. Get out.

“You didn’t have to terrify the poor man Rogers.” You grumble as Steve turns toward you

“I won’t have anyone messin’ with my girl.” He’d growled back, sitting back down and pulling you into his lap. You settle into him then whisper into his ear,

“I love you Steve Rogers.”

“Yea?” He smirks then kisses you before whispering back, “Good. Cuz I’m pretty sure I fell in love with you the moment you leapt onto my bike and told me to fucking drive.”

“You’re never going to let me live that one down are you?”

“Not until the day I die Doll.”

“May that be when we’re old and boring.” You tell him lifting his beer to your lips and taking a drink.

“I’ll drink to that Doll.” He laughs before taking the drink from you. He sets it down then presses his lips to yours.

With him you know life is never going to be boring.

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kaunis-sielu · 6 years

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Nights

It’s the stillness that you like. The calm, easy darkness. Most people fear the night, it hides what they can’t see but you’ve always found it comforting. Peaceful. The loneliness of it had always calmed your mind.

Then he’d moved in.

Steve Rogers. Everyone thought he was a morning person but you knew better. He was only up that early because the nightmares woke him. You didn’t think he slept much. Tony’d made jokes about how Steve would go to bed so early because he was an old man but you knew the truth. Steve with the dark circles under his eyes, the pale face and anxious eyes of a man who hasn’t ever really woken up from the nightmares. Sometimes he’d go down to the gym, or to the library. Sometimes he’d sit in the living room and just watch the night sky turn from the inky black to vivid daybreak. And sometimes he’d come find you.

Lately you’ve taken to sitting outside. Wrapped in a blanket thick socks on your feet. Sometimes you bring a warm drink out too, but not tonight. Tonight it’s just you, your big blanket and thick socks. It was supposed to snow throughout the night but since it hadn’t started yet you figured you’d take the opportunity to sit out one last time.

It’s especially dark today. Thick clouds cover the moon and stars above you, and you can just barely see the warmer air you breathe. There’s a soft bump from behind you and you don’t have to look to know that Steve is coming out onto the roof with you. Sure enough the super solider sits down next to you, his knees up, elbows resting on them as he takes in the silence of the night.

Neither of you say anything, just sit together in comfortable silence. He shudders slightly and that’s when you finally say something to him.

“You wanna share my blanket?” You ask softly.

“Yea.” He breathes and you unwrap yourself from your blanket sucking in a breath of frigid air.

“Oh my god it’s cold!” You hiss and he chuckles scooting closer to you he takes the edge of the blanket and attempts to wrap you both in it. He’s too big.

“Alright Doll. Come ere.” He pulls the blanket away from you and when you look at him quizzically he wraps an arm around your waist and slides you into his lap. His legs on either side of you practically radiate heat. He throws the blanket over the two of you then he settles against the side of the building. “How’s that?”

“How are you cold? You’re like a furnace.” You mumble relaxing back into him, you feel him chuckle more than you hear it. He’s somehow soft, but firm against your back, his arms curl around you resting on your thighs. You rest your head back on the space above his chest and just below his shoulder. Steve rests his cheek against the side of your head and you sigh softly. Your eyes slowly drifting shut.

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Steve feels your body go slack as you fall asleep against him. He smiles softly to himself, he’d never been too sure if you were okay with him joining you at night. He matches his breathing with yours in an attempt to stop replaying the most recent nightmare that had woken him. Peggy. She was still alive but, she didn’t always remember and his biggest fear was that she’d forget him completely. In the nightmare tonight she’d done just that.

You never asked about the dreams, never pushed him to talk, just let him take the comfort that he needed. Something Steve was always grateful for. He’s tired, something that doesn’t usually happen after a nightmare. He shouldn’t sleep, he should wake you up and bring you to your room but he likes how you fit against him. He likes your weight against his front. So, after a moment of deliberation Steve closes his eyes leans his head against the building and surrenders to sleep.

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tomimagineholland · 7 years

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CARE AND LOVE! (Tom Holland X Reader)

Request: @aurelialemarier

“Ok so I recently injured my knee while I was dancing and I was thinking maybe you could write something like Tom taking care of you while you’re injured?? Much love 💕”

I really like this one) hope you’ll like it too! And I’m sorry for that long delay:/

Btw, requests are open!! Request anything!

❤️✌️

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Care and Love...

“Don’t fall behind Tom” - you and Tom are riding bikes. He finally came home for 2 days from Canada just to see you and get rest with you! Today’s morning was so adorable... he bought two bikes and surprised you with that.

You don’t need anything else now. Your love is with you, even if it’s only for 2 days...

“Carefully (Y/N)! You shouldn’t go that fast, we have time!” - You overtook him, but it didn’t make him go faster, he Just smiled...

“You’ll always be a nerd Tommy! BE MORE RISKY!” - After that words you raised your hands up and started yelling and laughing. All you hear back is bird’s singing and Tom laughing and yelling “carefully” at the same time.

Suddenly you lost control, the bike completely turned to the right, you closed you eyes because you were scared.

BAAAM

You crashed into a tree. You was on the ground, your hand and knee was bleeding a little bit, but you didn’t care about it... the bike, Tom’s present, was crashed! The wheel bent... you felt so guilty and bad, so you started crying...

“(Y/N)!!” - you looked out and saw Tom throwing his bike and running to you! He was so shocked and scared that something could happen to you!

“Are you Okay? Oh god... your leg... does it hurt like this” - he was touching you leg around the place where it was bleeding...

“I’m sorry Tom, I’m so sorry! It’s all my fault... the bike... and you told me to be carefully... I’m sorry” - you couldn’t keep your tears inside anymore.

“Wh... What? Oh God (Y/N) bike? Are you serious? It’s all that matter for you now?” - you haven’t seen him that scared since the time he saw a big (for him) spider in your bathroom... but now he wasn’t scared because of himself, it all was because of you!

“Come on... I’ll bring you home! Hold my neck here...” - he stood up, placed one his hand Yoder’s you legs, and the other one under your back, he raised you and started to go.

“But I can go by myself Tom, really! It’s not necessary to...” - but he interrupted you with his look, you know this look! It’s so rare and it appears when he is way too serious and nervous.

“But our bikes Tom? We left them!” - you said.

“It’s just a bikes (Y/N)... but if it means that much for you, I’ll call Harrison and he’ll take them!” - he said, he was almost running...

You’re in front of the door to your house. He opens it with his foot, gets both of you in.

He opens the door to your bedroom and puts you on your bed!

“Is it okay? Can you move it? Did you break it? Say something!” - he was sitting on his knees so his face is right in front of yours.

“I’m fine Tom!!! It’s not that big! Don’t worry that much!” - you smiled softly, put your hand on his head, and softly kissed him on the cheek!

He smiled back, kissed you and left the room. In two minutes he came back with a box in his hands.

“We need to treat the wounds in your hands and leg! So...” - he opened the box and took a cotton wool, bandage and greenery. Added greenery to the cotton wool and softly started touching your knee while blowing on it!

You feel that it hurts, but you see how he is trying to help you and make it better... you tried to handle all the pain.

“Perfect... now I’ll just bandage it and that’s it!” - now he was less nervous than before, he softly bandaged the knee.

“Now just get some rest, and I’m gonna cook something for you!” - he went to you and kissed, he wanted to leave but you caught his hand...

“I’m not hungry babe, all I need now is you! We don’t have much time to be together...” - you smiled, he sat beside you - “Come here, lie with me please!”

He lay with you, hugged you. You put your head on his chest.

“I love you so much!” - you almost fell asleep.

“I love you too babe!” - he answered.

You fell asleep with a smile on your face!

End.

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kaunis-sielu · 7 years

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Bake-Off: End

This is a little shorter than I wanted but it says all I need it to. Thanks for this challenge @yourtropegirl

You get the phone call from Clint six hours later. At first all you hear is Natasha screaming on the other end, then Clint manages to get a word in.

“We did it! We did it!”

“That’s great! Wonderful job you guys!” You cheer into the phone, Steve gives your hand a squeeze and you grin up at him.

You’re not allowed to post your Stark Bake Off Champions until after your episodes air a month after the actual bake off.

Your business dips slightly when Stark first opens but quickly rebounds and your numbers stay nearly the same.

Clint and Nat have moved in together. They’re an adorable couple, he’s the happy go lucky side of their relationship and she’s the more serious of the pair but it works. They work. Really well, and Lucky adores Nat, who more puts up with the two dorks she’s inherited.

You and Steve spend more and more time together. You’re not living together yet but if things continue they way they are you don’t think that will be far off. Bucky, of course, takes full credit for the two of you even getting together. Which you have to give him.

It’s not until six months later, that you actually ask him. You’re laying on the couch with Steve, Marty on your stomach and your head on Steve’s chest. You’ve seen him at his worst, waking from those horrible nightmares, and he’s seen you at your worst. The Wedding Season. Your busiest time of year.

“Steve?” You say softly from where you’re contently leaned against him.

“Yea Doll?” You love the way his voice rumbles through you, and god you love when he calls you Doll.

“When I was in your shop earlier I was reminded of something that I’ve been meaning to ask you about.”

“Hm?” He prompts so you roll over to look at him.

“Why don’t you have cupcakes at your shop? I know you can make them, I know they’re good.” His face breaks into a grin and you look at him expectantly.

“You really don’t know?”

“Steven. If I knew why you weren’t selling cupcakes I wouldn’t have asked.”

“Doll. I don’t sell cupcakes because you sell cupcakes.” You blink at him causing him to laugh. “Did you really not know?”

“Why? Why would you do that for me?”

“Because I love you.”

“You do?”

“Yea.” He affirms, those bright eyes searching your face.

“I love you too Steve Rogers.” You tell him before leaning down and pressing your lips to his. You do.

Oh god you love him.

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kaunis-sielu · 7 years

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Bake-Off: 13

Here’s the second to last part @yourtropegirl

You wake up a few hours later in your bed, a warm body next to you. Steve. You vaguely remember him carrying you to bed then closing a hand around his shirt and pulling him onto the bed with you. He’d chuckled softly before settling in next to you.

“Morning.” Steve says, blinking down at you, his voice rough with sleep.

“Morning. What time is it?”

“10:15. If you want we can go wish Nat and Clint some luck. Then breakfast?”

“You’re spoiling me.” You tell him reaching over your head stretching with a soft groan.

“Get used to it Sweetheart.” He says pressing a kiss to your temple. Oh god could he be any sweeter?

“If you wanna shower feel free.” You tell him sliding out of bed and heading for your closet.

“Would you mind if we stop at my apartment? If I show up in the same clothes from yesterday Nat will never let me hear the end of it.”

“Neither would Clint.” You laugh twisting your hair into a quick bun before grabbing some clothes to wear. It doesn’t take you long to get ready, chatting with Steve the whole time.

His apartment is a fifteen minute walk from your place, it’s definitely a man’s apartment but it’s tidy. “Make yourself at home.” He says before disappearing into what you assume is his bedroom. You spot a few photos hanging on the wall and make your way over to them. There are a few with some guys in military gear, you recognize Steve and Bucky but not the African American man that Steve has his left arm slung over. You don’t ask Bucky about his time in the military. You know it wasn’t a good time in his life, you’ve witnessed the nightmares and have seen the tattoo that snakes along his arm. Covering scars from, something, you’ll never ask. You see the folded flag from someone and next to it a blue velvet box. Your curiosity gets the best of you, you open the box and see a Purple Heart gleaming up at you. Feeling like you’ve gone too far you close the box and put it back on the mantel. You continue down the line of photos, Steve in at culinary school, him with Natasha outside a storefront. Family, a woman who must be his mom, a few more photos with Bucky as kids.

“Ready?” Steve asks startling you.

“Yea, I didn’t know you knew Bucky for so long.”

“We were friends as kids then drifted in high school. We ended up working together again in the military.”

“Yea, I saw the photo.” You gesture to the one with the man you don’t know.

“We were a tight group. Buck, Sam and I.” His face darkens for a second.

“You don’t need to talk about it. It’s none of my business.”

“No it’s okay. I’m supposed to talk about it. You’ve probably heard the story before, Bucky was there.”

“Bucky doesn’t talk about his time in the military, and I don’t ask.” Steve frowns and you feel like you’ve just gotten Bucky in trouble.

“The man on my left, his name was Sam Wilson. We lost him over there when we drove over an IED. That’s when Bucky got his scar.” Steve tells you softly.

“Oh Steve.” You breathe, he looks downcast and you take his face in your hands.

“Thank you for telling me. You didn’t have to so thank you.”

“Like I said. It’s good for me to talk about.” He tells you covering your hand with his. “We should go or we’re going to miss Nat and Clint.”

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kaunis-sielu · 7 years

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Bake-Off: 12

Almost done! @yourtropegirl

The next three seconds feel like an eternity. Your eyes flutter closed. Your heart is pounding. You cling to Steve like he’s all you’ve got in this world.

“Quiver Cupcakes!” Vision cries and your eyes fly open as Steve’s arms wrap around your waist. Your arms circle his neck as he spins you around twice before putting you back down. “Congratulations Quiver Cupcakes.”

“You guys won this round because we loved the flavors you delivered.” Bucky says.

“Not only that but your texture was perfect and the decorations were flawless.” One of the professional judges, Maria Hill, says. “Congratulations.”

You shake hands with Tony, Peter and the three judges, sign some legal paperwork, then you’re free to go.

“We did it!” You cry causing Steve to laugh, you turn to him and grab his forearm. He loops his arms around your waist and pulls your body tightly to his.

“I knew we would.” His voice rumbles through you and you grin up at him best you can.

“Now fingers crossed for Nat and Clint.”

“I’m not worried about it.” Steve says loosening his grip on you, but just enough to see your face. “And now I believe I owe you dinner.”

“Honestly Steve I just want to go home, force my cat to snuggle and eat pizza.” His face falls so you quickly add, “But I feel like you’d be a better snuggler than Marty. So if you wanna postpone that date I’m totally good with that.”

“Or I could buy the pizza and we can still have that date.” He offers, a smile on his face.

“Can I be honest?” You ask wrapping your hand in his and he nods, “That sounds like the best first date ever.” Steve laughs, head thrown back and you grin up at him.

You walk back to your apartment hand-in-hand with him. Marty seems to approve of Steve after a few sniffs and a tail flick, something your temperamental cat rarely does.

You were right. Steve is a much better snuggler than Marty, he’s warm and firm and his hand drifts slowly up and down your spine. You’re almost asleep when his phone rings,

“Shit. Sorry Doll.” He says shifting to pull the phone out of his pocket. “Hey Buck.” He listens for a bit then smirks, “Nah, I’m gonna stay where I am.” He pauses as Bucky says something else, he’s very loud and it sounds like he’s at a bar. “Have fun. Later Buck.” He hangs up then looks down at you.

“He sounded like he was having fun.”

“Maybe too much.”

“You can go if you want.” You tell him sitting up.

“Seriously Doll. I’m really happy here.” He tells you sliding a thumb along your cheekbone, his hand cupping your cheek. You lean into him and he presses his lips to yours.

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