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ramp-it-up · 10 months

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Sugar Sugar

Summary: You chose Bucky. But now he’s going 5000 miles away. And you were not consulted. Steve is right there and it’s his birthday. The competition isn’t over.

Word Count: 2.5K

Pairings: College grad Steve x Grad School Reader; College grad Bucky x Grad School Reader (Not Stucky); Various Marvel MCU Characters (in same age except for Stark) x Reader (platonic)

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Not Beta’d. Read at your own risk. Roommate au, S MUT! Lovers quarrel before action starts, angst, flirting, Tony being Tony, lowkey voyeurism, a lil bit of fluff. drinking, flirting, crushes, an unsanctioned birthday picnic, ‘borrowed’ champagne, birthday “kisses” 😏, oral s ex (f receiving), cheating (maybe. possibly)

A/N: This is a sequel to last year’s Sugar. I know! 😫 I hope you like it.

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You were sipping your blueberry tequila smash and staring moodily across the water. It was supposed to be a festive day and an even better night, but that insanely handsome and inconsiderate roommate/boyfriend of yours ruined it all.

Or rather, you ruined it, thinking that you would be any different than any of the other girls he’d smashed and passed on. So what it had lasted a year? Bucky was leaving you now, so cheers to wasted time.

You downed the rest of your drink in one gulp as you thought to get another when someone cleared their throat beside you.

You glanced over to see your boss standing beside you, resplendent in a white suit and sunglasses. You straightened up and ran your free hand over your white mini sundress with blue polka dots and greeted him.

“Oh! Hello, Mr. Stark. This party is so nice. Great way to celebrate the Fourth!”

You plastered on a fake smile and aimed it at him. He smiled back at you.

“Cut the shit, Sugar. I know you’re not that happy. I saw you and Barnes had words and he stalked out. I warned you about fraternization.”

Your stomach dropped and you just knew that you would be fired and kicked out of Stark house, losing your graduate fellowship. Shit. Stark knew everything, even the nickname that your roommates, Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers had given you.

“Oh that? That was nothing, just a roommate disagreement.”

Stark leaned in. He smelled good. Real good. He smelled….rich.

“Listen. That rule is not because I mind co-workers getting it on…”

He paused and winked at you, and instead of being creepy, it was funny, so you laughed.

“It’s because most people, especially young people like you, can’t do it without all the feels.”

He nodded and you turned to see Wanda and Vis sneaking off around the house, hand in hand.

“That’s going to lead to heartbreak,” he said, indicating the sneaky couple.

Then looked you in the eyes.

“And you’re going to be all twisted up into knots between those two grunts if you’re not careful.”

You looked at him quizzically.

“Two grunts?”

Stark sighed and raised his hand.

“You need to lay off the red, white, and blue drinks, Sugar.”

He looked you up and down and you don’t know if it was the drinks, but you weren’t mad at him. He was kind of charming.

“Barnes and Rogers. Part of the reason I keep you around, besides the fact that your IQ is within 20 points of mine, is the increased productivity around them when you are together. Competition is a wonderful thing for business.”

When the server appeared, he grabbed an elegant looking red drink.

“But lately productivity is falling. Hence Barnes’ new offer. It had to be done, Sugar. Now we all can concentrate on the work ahead.”

You frowned at what he was saying, not giving voice to your feelings on that subject. Stark sighed again and shook his head as he handed the drink to you, despite what he said earlier.

“Kir Royale.”

You accepted it and took a sip. Then you looked up at Stark. You were beginning to think that he might have been pretty cute when he was younger.

“I was Sugar, and I’m a handsome devil now.”

You gasped and put your hand over your mouth as he winked and walked away, not knowing you’d said that out loud. You watched him walk away as he commented over his shoulder.

“Nice dress, Sugar. It’s making several people all hard, soft, and wet.”

You gasped again, looking down. The dress covered everything, and you didn’t know what he was talking about. You turned toward the river and the afternoon sun again, finally realizing.

The sun was shining through your dress and everyone behind you could see everything you had to offer. And you hadn’t worn any underwear because you came with Bucky.

You quickly made your way down the lawn to the edge of the hedge maze to put the greenery at your back and to watch the water in privacy. Irritation was on the edge of your brain, but the drinks were making everything mellow.

So what, your boyfriend had accepted a position in Romania for a year?

So what, you couldn’t go with because you’d won a coveted Stark fellowship that extended your housing and salary into while you studied in graduate school at NYU?

So what, Bucky didn’t consult you before committing himself?

So what, you were an idiot who thought you could have happily ever after?

You jumped at a noise behind you. You wheeled around and were stopped in your tracks.

“Hey Sugar.”

Steve was there, with a strange look on his face, but his bright blue shirt was making those eyes pop.

“Oh. Hullo Steve.”

You pouted at him and he almost fell to his knees.

Things had been different with you and Steve since you and Bucky had gotten together last year. You were still friends, but he kept you at arms length. You didn’t think much about it, because you’d been wrapped up in your relationship, but as you looked at him now, the guilt hit you full force.

“Oh shit, Cap! It’s your birthday!”

His Lacrosse moniker flew from your lips as you threw yourself into his arms for a hug. Steve was caught off guard and stumbled backward, but managed to break your fall with his body. His hard body.

“Thank you. You remembered.”

You were both laughing as you untangled from each other on the ground.

“Of course I did! I’m your bestie, right?”

You gave him your bightest smile.

“Bestie. Right.”

Steve thought of the innocent kiss you’d shared last year. He thought of it every day, in fact. But you were Bucky’s girl. He looked at you and grinned. You made him so happy. You and Bucky were his only family, so he was glad to be with you today, if only for a moment.

“I see you were trying to be alone. I’ll leave you be.”

The sight of you made him weak, so he made to leave before he said something stupid. Then, he felt your hand grab his.

“Just where do you think you’re going, Mister?”

“Ummm…?”

“Um, nothing! We’re going to celebrate your birthday in style, Bestie.”

Your eyes sparkled at him.

“Are you ready for your reconnaissance mission?”

—--

20 minutes later, you and Steve met in the same place, behind the hedges. He’d completed his mission with table cloth and a box full of some hor’s d'oeuvres from the party. Steve had charmed one of the servers in the kitchen.

He took you in, a mischievous look on your face and your arms behind your back. Your nipples were pointed right at him through your dress and his mouth went dry.

“What do you have there?”

Steve’s deep baritone and his raised eyebrow did something to you, but you shook it off as you brought your hands in front of you. Steve barked at your audacity.

You’d swiped a bottle of Stark’s Bollinger Vieilles Vignes Françaises from the bar and the entire top to the strawberry and blueberry five tier sponge cake that was on the buffet.

“Only the best for my bestie!”

Steve shook his head at you as you set up the picnic.

You and Steve talked like you hadn’t in over a year. You ate and drank and just relaxed, bringing your old vibe back. Everything was perfect, even the beginning sunset across the water.

Until Steve complimented your dress.

“This is nice.”

He took it in his hand to feel the fabric, bushing his fingertips along your thigh. You shivered and looked down at his hand, leaving Steve to marvel at your eyelashes across your cheeks. Then, you looked back up at him and reached up to feel his beard.

“So is this. Been meaning to tell you.”

Steve’s new-ish whiskers were somehow stiff, but soft, and you let your fingertips linger against his face, eyes drawn to his lips, made even more red by the strawberries off the cake. You licked yours unconsciously, thinking of that 7 minutes in heaven last summer.

“So… what do you want for your birthday?”

You reluctantly withdrew your hand from his face and sat back on your knees, hands on your thighs. For some reason, that made Steve hot and bothered. He considered you.

“Today has been great. The food, the drink, the cake.”

He grinned.

“”Great’, but not ‘Perfect.’”

You cocked your head at him and Steve wanted his hands on you.

“What would make it perfect?”

Steve grabbed the bottle of champagne and took a swig because you hadn’t gotten any glasses.

“It’ll never happen.”

Your interest was piqued.

“Never say never, Cap.”

Was Steve drunk, or was your voice more sultry? He shook his head, partially to clear it, and partially in denial.

“I think I can say never with confidence on this one.”

You got up on your knees and grabbed his arm.

“C’mon, please, please, please! It’s your birthday. I’ll do anything to make it happen, pleaaaseeeee!”

You bouncing up and down begging on your knees made Steve’s reserve snap.

“I want to kiss you.”

You stopped moving and your mouth hinged open. Then you licked your lips.

“Ummmmmm….”

“That’s what I thought.”

Steve took another swig.

“Can’t do that. You’re Buck’s girl…”

Your reticence evaporated at the mention of James Barnes.

“Fuck Bucky.”

And you threw yourself at Steve, causing him to drop the bottle, then blindly feel for it, making sure it was upright before pulling you into his lap.

The kiss was less innocent than the first, all lips, tongues and teeth, even biting as Steve sought to possess you. You found yourself grinding on Steve’s bulge as year old memories of what his casually swinging roommate cock looked like flashed through your mind.

Then you stopped, moved off Steve’s lap and lay back on the table cloth, eyes closed and hand on your heaving chest.

“That was great.”

You chuckled and smiled, eyes still closed. You missed Steve’s eyes roaming over your prone body.

“Great, but not perfect?”

“I wasn’t talking about kissing you on those lips….”

Your eyes flew open the now dark sky and you turned your head to see Steve lying next to you, a pained look on his face.

“Steve…”

“I know… but… damn Sugar… I’m down bad for you. Always have been.”

You looked into those baby blues and you knew it was true.

“I….”

Instead of saying what you wanted to say, you shifted and pulled your dress up slowly, causing Steve’s eyes to follow every move, and an unconscious groan to escape from his lips. When you revealed your naked core to him, he got up on his knees.

“We’ve got to make your birthday perfect, now don’t we?”

Steve gulped.

“Oh, Sugar…Sugar…”

He looked up at you, eyes dilated.

“You sure…?”

“Kiss me, Stevie…”

You let your leg fall open, and Steve’s hands were on you, pulling you toward him as he leaned down toward your naked bottom. He put his hand under your thigh and propped it up and over his shoulder.

His hot breath against your pussy lips made you shudder. He looked up at you.

“I knew you’d be pretty everywhere.”

You smiled and put your hand in his hair, scratching his scalp.

“You’re so nice, Steve.”

He raised his eyebrow.

“Nice? I’ll show you nice.”

And he leaned down and liked your pussy, tongue sweeping into your sweet tang and setting his world on fire.

“Fucking delicious…”

“Languagggeeeeee… Stevie, fuck!”

You couldn’t handle it as he dove in and pulled and sucked your clit like taffy candy

Steve chuckled, then looked up at what he was doing to you. Your head was thrown back, one hand still grabbing his hair and the other on your breast.

“Look at me.”

You brought your head up to see him and then gasped as he spit on your pussy and then licked it up.

“Shit, Steve…”

His mouth had disappeared into your cunt as you replied.

“T-ththat wasn’t very nice. In fact…”

You had to stop speaking because now Steve had brought two thick fingers up and had entered your slick passage. The way he finger fucked you while sucking your clit made your eyes roll back in your head. You had his hair tight and the tighter you pulled, the more he groaned and licked you up.

You grunted through your orgasm, still cognizant that people might hear you.

After you came, Steve looked up at you and curled his fingers which were still inside you, making you slap your hand over your mouth as you keened behind it. That extended your orgasm and had you searching for air as Steve’s hand ran up your dress to squeeze your soft breasts.

“That was great, Sugar. But you know what would be perfect?”

You knew knew what was coming next.

You thought.

“If you rode my face and came in my mouth.”

“Oh.”

You were sure that you looked like a fish the way your mouth stayed open in surprise.

You were sexy as hell to Steve Rogers.

He moved smoothly down to the ground and you took in the tent that was made through his khaki pants. You were a little disappointed. You wanted him inside you.

Steve chuckled and reached out his arms, grabbing for you.

“C’mere, Sugar, bring me that sweet, sweet sugary cream.”

You blushed, despite the debauchery you just participated in, and allowed yourself to be pulled up to Steve’s chest, your skirt fanning around him as he hooked his arms around your thighs and moved your skirt up for access.

“Now, I want you to sit on my face.”

“That handsome face with that big ass tongue?”

You used to tease him about it all the time.

Steve smiled and nodded.

“Ummmhmmmm.”

He stuck his tongue out and wiggled it.

“The better to eat you with, my dear.”

Then he turned and kissed your thigh. Next, his blue eyes bore into yours.

“Now, bring that ass here…”

You couldn’t help but obey as you raised up on your thighs and scooted up as he scooted down. He pulled you down so that you were seated perfectly on his face, his tongue spearing inside you. His hands held you apart as next he did a swirly thing and also a full lick from the top to the bottom of you, all the while watching you.

All shyness disappeared as soon you were grabbing his hair again and undulating on his mouth. Steve nodded and groaned, which encouraged you to go for the gold.

“Oh, my god, Steve…”

You fucked yourself on his face as he sucked and tweaked your clit, listening to his moans of pleasure. The thought that this is what he wanted to do on his birthday was getting you off.

Oh, and the stunning cunnilingus that this man was performing on you helped as well.

At first you thought it was your orgasm, but the fireworks that were lighting up the sky wasn’t from your own climax, but the thousands of dollars Stark paid for them. You allowed yourself to scream as you squirted into Steve’s mouth, and you collapsed over him as he scooted out, flipped up your skirt and licked you clean.

You lay shivering on the ground watching the lights in the sky as Steve lay down beside you and viewed the fireworks with you.

He pulled you into his arms as you whispered, “What about that?”

You wiggled your bottom against his boner.

“That will get taken care of, one way or another.”

Steve leaned up and kissed your cheek.

“Right now, this moment is perfect.”

You smiled and relaxed, thinking that what you had given Steve was also a gift to yourself.

Stars sparked in the sky as you snuggled into Steve’s arms and Bucky turned away from the hedge, heading toward Romania.

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amathslutsguidetofandom · 15 days

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Heya Lovelies,

I got an idea.😌

Roommate!Stucky catching you writing the most raunchiest smut fic to post on your tumblr page (or like finding about your blog). 🤭🤭🤭

And they recreate it. 😗😗

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thesugarclubs-blog · 3 months

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Winner Takes All - Steve Rogers x OC

warnings: frat boy college steve rogers, roommates to lovers, 'it's always been you'

word count: 7.7k

WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1417543778-winner-takes-all-drew

Vibe: "Steve shook his head, moving to press a kiss to the small freckle at the base of her throat, "Poetry class. First year." he admitted, sitting up and meeting her gaze once more. "I didn't even know what I was doing in that class, and then this blonde firecracker sat next to me, and suddenly it turned into my favorite. She could meet me sarcastic comment for sarcastic comment, and bullied me, and made me question everything, but she also taught me more then that professor did all semester and drove me so insane that I agreed to be her roommate just to be near her."

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Drew’s fluffy socks skimmed over the wooden floor of the apartment, hands full with four beer bottles and a bag of chips tucked under her arm.

The kitchen was quiet except for the odd noise filtering from a bedroom down the hall. A muffled but distinctive groan from her idiot of a roommate and a giggle she didn’t recognise made Drew roll her eyes as she shuffled her way back to the living room.

As she passed through she palmed one beer off to Sam, laid out on the floor with the PlayStation controller left abandoned by his side and his eyes glued to his phone, and one each to Bucky and Natasha, who had somehow managed to both fit curled up together on the armchair despite the whole couch being empty.

Friday afternoons often went like this, they’d find themselves lazing in Drew and Steve’s apartment. Sometimes they’d just stay in and sometimes their afternoon beers led to pre-drinking and bar hopping.

Their bottles were nearly empty by the time Steve and his company finally emerged, hushed voices and laughter echoing all the way to the front door before it swung swiftly closed, and Drew glanced up to see her roommate entering the living room — his dirty-blond hair disheveled, lips pink and t-shirt all askew.

“Aw, didn’t want to introduce us to your hook up, Rogers?” Bucky asked, smirk on his lips as he shoved a handful of chip crumbs into his mouth.

“And put her through the pain of meeting you losers?”

Steve grinned as he hopped over the back of the couch, making himself comfy in the spot right beside Drew and plucking the beer from her hand, draining the last of it.

“Hey!”

“Don’t you have a date you should be getting ready for?” Steve countered, wiggling his eyebrows. “Patrick or Pedro or something?”

“Peter, but you knew that Steven.”

“Yep. Anyway, you don’t mind if I shower first, do you?”

He was up again before Drew could argue, rounding the couch and smacking a wet kiss to her cheek from behind.

Drew begrudgingly watched him saunter off to their shared bathroom, her attention only pulled away from Steve’s toned back when Natasha cleared her throat and Bucky stifled a laugh.

“What?”

“Nothing D,” he shook his head but she knew that look.

“It’s never going to happen,” Natasha finally piped up, “Rogers is a coward, say goodbye to your money Buck.”

He ruffled a hand through her thick red hair, flinching back when she threatened him under her breath.

“What money?” Drew raised an eyebrow. “I feel out of the loop.”

“You are the loop, it’s torture watching you and Steve going around in a circle. So we made a bet…” Sam’s playful nature died on his lips with a kick from Natasha.

“A bet?” Drew wasn’t completely in the dark. Not when it came to her feelings about Steve. But they were friends, barely and in he was constantly preoccupied by someone prettier and funnier.

"What kind of bet?" Drew asked hesitantly. Her mind already summing up the reason behind their friends' mischevious ways.

Sam gave her a side glance from his position on the floor that said "are you really asking that question?" while Bucky answered with a grin, "Who would give in first. My money says you– Ow! What the fuck Nat?!"

Natasha had a glare on her face as she cut him off and smacked him up the head.

"Just cause he's been your friend since kindergarten doesn't automatically make him a winner, you ass!" Nat defended.

Drew huffed an indignant breath and tried to glare at her so called friends.

"Oh, boy. Can someone with a little more common sense tell me what kind of bet this is. I would like to know how that bet involves me." She asked, faking a stern tone trying to get one of them to talk.

Natasha stared at her, exasperation clear on her face. The red head’s rigid look was just enough to break Drew’s resolve rather than wait for one of them to answer her clearly.

“You're my best friend Drew, so I can say this. Stop acting so dense. You know what it’s about and it’s a lot deeper than what these two doofus’ faces or tones are showing.”

Bucky and Sam mumbled in offense, pressing their lips together as soon as Nat narrowed her eyes at them.

“I just want you to let yourself be happy, D”

Drew felt her heart clench inside her chest at her friend’s words. She should’ve known Nat would catch her no matter how hard she tried to just be friends with Steve, she knows her too well.

Before she could answer, the bathroom door unlocking filled her silence. And like a saving grace Steve’s voice boomed through the hallway.

“Showers all yours Drewski!”

Heat rose up her chest and neck as her eyes flicked between the boys and Nat before pushing herself up.

“I have a date to get ready for.” She muttered.

With that, the blonde rounded the couch and headed down the hallway, pausing to grab her towel off the back of her bedroom door. She let out a huff and shook her head once, trying her best to push her friend's betrayal out of her mind. They were crazy if they thought something was going to happen between her and Steve. That boy wouldn't recognize her as more than a roommate if she up and slapped him across the face with her feelings. Which Drew had to admit did sound like a pleasing idea.

She let out a small laugh to herself before a clear of his throat pulled her from her head.

"Whatcha thinking about, princess?" Steve smirked, roughly rubbing his towel over his dirty blonde hair.

A drop of water from his hair ran down his neck and Drew couldn't help but follow the trail with her eyes. quickly biting the inside of her cheek before she returned her gaze to him with an eye roll, "First of all, I told you to stop calling me that. And if you must know, I was thinking about how satisfying it would be to slap you across the face," the blonde quipped as she stepped into the bathroom, shutting the door before he could answer.

Stomping grumpily into the shower to the echo of Steve’s laughter, Drew lathered her hair and gave her scalp an overly vicious scrub. Natasha’s words raced around her brain. She loved her friend with every fiber of her being but she was wrong. There was no-way that hulking blond jackass had any feelings other than irritation and plain devilment towards her.

With a frustrated sigh she began her pre-date shower routine, even breaking out the hardcore expensive body wash that her mom had bought her last Christmas. By the time she stepped out of the shower, Drew was determined not to let that ape or her meddling friends derail her plans for a good night.

Back in her bedroom, Drew perched on the edge of her bed. Hair wrapped in a towel, she slathered moisturizer on her legs as she hummed along softly to her date night playlist.

She could hear the boys laughing in the living room, Steve’s obnoxious shouting and the music of whichever video game they’d gone back to playing, when she heard the quiet knock on her door.

“You can come in, Nat,” Drew called, unraveling her hair from the towel and squeezing out the damp ends.

Natasha wandered into the room and sunk against the dresser, picking at the chipping paint that coated the old wood. "You know that it's all in your best interest?"

"What?" Drew said as she hung the towel. "Dating Steve? It's clear it's a game to you guys."

"It's not," Natasha said in a more serious tone and tapped the dresser to get my attention. "At least it wasn't, we've been watching you both around each other and it only got worse when you started living together. Steve is blind to anyone else in the room when you're around and you're the only person who doesn't see it."

"I have a date," Drew noted, shoving down the butterflies that fluttered in her chest at the thought and checking her reflection in the mirror before adding some mascara to her lashes.

"With some dweeb that won't even remember you like orange juice with the pulp, or that you like vanilla creamer in your coffee after if he gives you thirty second mind blowing sex," Nat rolled her eyes and mocked Drew in what was supposed to be a frat boys confident swagger.

Steve always remembered the orange juice.

"I'm sorry you're out twenty bucks Natasha," Drew stared at her before collecting her bag and going to leave.

"My phones on," Nat said from her position in Drew's room, "text me if you need an exit strategy."

"Always," Drew offered a smile and snuck from the apartment before the guys could hassle her further about the situation.

Thirty minutes into the date, Drew was already itching to reach for her phone and beg Natasha for a fake emergency. Peter was a completely different person outside of their Psych class. Loud, obnoxious and flirted with every waitress that passed their table. Steve's obnoxious too. She thought as she stared at the man in front of her as he shoved onion ring after onion ring into his mouth. He rambled on about anything and everything under the sun since they sat down. Yeah, but Steve doesn't eat like a Neanderthal.

Drew shook her head of thoughts of Steve and focused on the football game on the TV behind him. It was ironic, that the only thing getting her through this was a game she cared nothing about and yet felt less than because Steve wasn't around to scream at the television.

Once they finished eating, they split the bill and Peter walked her outside. A shit-eating grin on his face.

"What?" she asked, looking up at him with an awkward laugh.

"Nothing," Peter shrugged, "it's just that I'm surprised Rogers let you out of the house." He took a step towards her, dragging his fingers down her bare arms. Drew had to fight off an actual shiver as she stepped out of his touch. "I'm glad he did though."

I'm not.

"What do you mean by let me out?" She fought to keep her face neutral as she forced the words out of her mouth, taking half a step more out of his reach.

"Ya' know," he shrugged with a smirk.

"No, I don't." She bit out.

"He's always around you somehow, like a goddamn guard dog. Do you know how many times I tried to ask you out but he was always there?"

what?!

Peter's annoying rambling continued, unaware of just how much Drew was losing interest in him, what was left of it anyway.

"I finally got Rocket to corner him to ask about the team try-outs as a distraction so I could talk to you." He finished. Smugness radiated off of him and the sight made Drew furious.

"Goodnight, Peter. Don't bother calling." Drew turned on her heels, fuming and left him, confused and annoyed on the sidewalk.

I should have stayed home with my friends, she thought as she walked to her car that she was glad she took instead of having Peter pick her up. Him touching bare arm had been enough to make her skin crawl. But what concerned her even more was the way Peter called Steve a guard dog. There was a bite to his tone as if he was staking his claim on her like she was a toy on the playground toddlers fought over.

She sniffled as she unlocked her car and sat in the seat. Wiping her eyes, she pulled out her phone and texted Nat.

Drew: Things didn't go well. I told him not to call me.

Tossing her phone into the passenger seat, Drew made her way home, tightly gripping her steering wheel as Exes by Tate McRae sounded loudly through the car. She silently reminded herself that she'd have to thank Steve for preventing that from happening sooner. Her body shivered in disgust as she threw the car in park, looking up at her building.

Her phone let out a soft ding as Nat reacted to her message with a heart, telling her she'd be over in the morning to hear all about it. With a sigh of defeat, Drew climbed from her small car, grabbed her bag and headed up to the apartment, preparing herself for the inevitable jeering that she'd receive from Steve when she walked in.

As expected, the light from the TV caught her eye when she walked in.

Here we go, she thought to herself.

"Wow, home at 9 PM? You must have found your soulmate," His raspy voice sounded from the living room. She could almost hear the smirk that was plastered on his lips when she moved herself to sit on the opposite side of the couch from him.

"Don't start," Drew muttered, pulling her legs underneath herself as she tied her blonde waves into a messy bun on the top of her head.

She could actually feel his eyes as they analyzed her demeanor before he let out a little huff, rising from the couch and rustling around in the kitchen for a few moments before returning.

As he passed the armchair that Drew usually occupied he grabbed her favorite blanket. Tossing the woolen kaleidoscope over her knees, he handed her a beer and then sat again, taking a swig out of his own bottle.

They stayed sitting in silence for a moment longer before Steve hummed, picking at the label on his beer.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Not yet,” Drew murmured, “just kinda wanna stew in my frustration for a little while.”

Steve huffed out a small chuckle, still just as rich and deep and causing a familiar warmth to curl in her belly.

She hated it.

“He that much of a dick?” Steve asked, tucking his leg up on the couch as he turned to face her.

“Off the scale.”

She could smell the pine and spice from his cologne as he shifted closer.

"Am I on the scale?" He asked, brows raising.

Drew couldn't tell if it was concern or pure cockiness that fueled his question but it dragged a small chuckle from her lips and she could feel herself relaxing. "Yeah it goes, one to Steve Rogers."

"So I beat Porter?" He flashed the most handsome of smiles at her and lifted his beer for a sip.

"Peter," Drew corrected him again. "And we aren't measuring the size of your dick, were measuring how much of a dick you are."

"Wins a win, Drewski." He winked at her and the warmth returned.

"I hate that you do that," she said, picking at her own bottles label now.

"What?" Steve's voice dropped.

"Make me feel better. Steve..." She stopped, unsure she even wanted to ask. "Did you," she cleared her throat, "do you prevent guys in class from asking me out?"

“What? Nah, I mean, I might’ve talked to a guy or two, made sure they really knew what they wanted- but it’s all chill,” Steve shrugged, stretching his arms over the back of the couch.

“Steve! It is not ‘chill’!” Drew exclaimed, turning to face him. “I’m a big girl I can tell guys yes or no on my own.”

“C’mon princess, don’t get all twisted, I was looking out for you.” Steve said, leaning towards her and Drew narrowed her eyes.

“Not a princess.” she said pushing Steve away, crossing her arms as she leaned back against the couch.

She could feel his gaze on her again. Burning a hole into the side of her head as she sunk further into the cushions. Her favorite blanket acting as a barrier between them.

"No," he said finally, "definitely not a princess."

Drew looked over at him, those big blue eyes staring back at her only seemed to glow in the light of the TV. "Why?" She asked softly, "And don't give the whole just protecting me bit."

Steve let out a groan as his head fell back against the couch. "Look okay, I may have told a few of the guys not to mess around with you. That's all." He shrugged like it wasn't a big deal. But it was. She didn't need Steve to protect her or her feelings for that matter. She was an adult who could handle them all the same.

"Why Steve?" She pushed again for an answer but was only met with those same blue eyes as they darkened.

"Because they were saying some real fucked up shit and I didn't appreciate it and you definitely didn't deserve to be talked about that way."

She was taken aback by the way his face suddenly lost all the playfulness that was there a minute ago. His lips were drawn into a tight line and his brows furrowed. Somehow, she still didn’t understand why he wanted to protect her so badly.

"You don't need to do that, Steve." her tone soft, speaking more to herself.

"I'm sorry, honey bee. I didn’t mean to upset you."

"You... you didn't upset me," she told him quietly. "It's just... Why do you want to protect me so much?"

"Because I like you, Drew," he told her, his face serious. "I don't want anyone to hurt you."

"I'm a big girl, Rogers, I can take care of myself, you know?"

Steve huffed and shook his head, "Believe me, I know you can D, I just - if you had heard what those guys were saying, I couldn't - I couldn't let them near you"

Silence fell between them for a moment as Steve moved himself forward just enough so his leg was brushing hers and his arm draped lazily around the back of the couch. His fingers played with the edge of her blanket, his eyes cast downward as Drew watched him.

"Guard dog," Drew whispered, smiling softly and breathing out a small laugh as she shook her head, "That's what Peter called you. I didn't even notice that you'd been protecting me like that until he said it"

"Quill's an asshole," Steve muttered, watching the fluff of the blanket run through his finger tips.

"Steve," Drew placed her hand on his knee, his blue eyes flickering back up to hers, "Thank you,"

“Shut up,” he murmured, his face closing down, but there was something in his expression that Drew couldn’t let go.

“No, really,” she pressed. “I don’t have that many people to lol out for me so…I appreciate it, Steve.”

“Bucky would do the same, or Nat,” he said, waving his hand dismissively.

“Would they?” Drew questioned, narrowing her eyes and leaning forward slightly, invading his space more than she usually would.

“I—“ Steve paused, his gaze flitting across her face, blue eyes lingering just a moment on her mouth as she worried at her bottom lip. Steve sucked in a breath, settling back a little.

Drew furrowed her brow, trying to ignore the twist in her stomach as her roommate distanced himself again.

“You what, Steve?”

“I think they would,” he replied, “but they don’t live with you, D. They don’t watch you leave for a date with a douchebag and sit hoping you walk through that door unharmed, or just hoping you walk through that door at all.”

Drew stared at him for a long moment, watching his deep blue eyes flicker from her to the door.

“You wait for me?” She asked finally. She had never really noticed but thinking back on the last few months, no matter how late she arrived Steve had always been in the same spot on the couch.

Sometimes he said nothing, sometimes he’d ask if she slammed the door a little harder than normal. But he always found a reason to be home while she was on a date.

“I’m hurt you never noticed,” he clutched his chest playfully.

Drew looked into Steve’s eyes and saw actual hurt there, surprising her.

“Steve…that’s really sweet,” She said, leaning her head onto the back of the couch, forgetting Steve’s arm was there until she was resting on it.

Drew didn’t move right away, and Steve didn’t pull away, so she stayed where she was.

“Yeah, that’s me; the sweet one,” Steve said, rolling his eyes.

Drew’s throat suddenly felt dry. He really did wait for her. And he really did seem hurt. Were their friends right?

“Don’t sell yourself short, kid” she quipped.

Immediate regret when Steve guffawed. And while she mentally kicked herself for that dumb adage, he readjusted and wrapped his arm around her.

He nuzzled against the top of her head, a smile still pulling at the corners of his mouth.

“Thanks for the advice, princess.”

"Not a princess," She mumbled with a frown, causing him to laugh.

"There's no way you like Drewski better." He grinned, pulling back enough to look down at her.

Drew laughed. "Honestly? I do."

Steve tossed his head back with a laugh, her favorite kind. His eyes crinkled, mouth hung open and the room filled with the sound that made butterflies in her chest explode.

"Alright, Drewski. You want another beer ?" Steve asked, getting up from the couch and taking the two empty bottles from the coffee table.

"Actually, I need to get out of these clothes. Be right back." She threw the blanket back and got up as well.

"You need help with those ?"

She heard Steve say, a low chuckle left his throat, his voice laced with mischief.

"Behave, Rogers." she answered, sauntering off into her room, passing by Steve, who stood in front of the kitchen island watching her walk away, swaying her hips a little more with each step.

As she shut her bedroom door behind her, Drew rested against it with a sigh. Why am I flirting with him? He's not pushing me away... maybe I should up my game a bit?

Quickly, Drew changed out of her clothes, donning a tank top and a pair of sleep pants before returning to the living area of the apartment. There was a beer already waiting for her beside her favorite spot, which made her smile as she sat down. "Thank you, Steve."

“Gotta keep my favorite girl hydrated,” Steve chuckled, a soft blush warming his cheeks. Drew’s eyes followed where his pinking skin trailed beneath his shirt.

“Your favorite girl, huh?”

“I think Bucky would kill me if I said Natasha was my favorite so… y’know, had to go with my second choice.”

Drew gasped, swatting Steve across his very broad, very firm chest and making him choke out a laugh.

“Rude. You can be honest, Stevie. I won’t let it ruin your star football player, ladies man reputation if you wanna be soft for once. Promise.”

Steve sighed and settled in close again, Drew’s heart rate picking up at the sheer warmth of him against her side.

“You’ve always been my favorite, honey bee.”

She looked up at him to find him staring down at her and the breath caught in her throat under his gaze.

play it cool Drew, don’t flip out.

“Honey bee is cute, how many girls have heard that nickname?” She attempted to recover as the blush tickled at her cheeks.

“Only you,” he said, not looking away.

“You’re very smooth, Rogers,” she huffed when she realized how close they were.

“All part of the charm,” Steve grinned, and Drew laughed, staring as his grin slipped into a pout.

“Cute,” Drew scoffed, but Steve’s eyes lit up.

“You think I’m cute?” He asked quietly, his eyes focused on her lips as she quickly licked them, biting down on her lower lip.

Drew noticed Steve’s breathing getting deeper, heavier, and she looked up to find his gaze had darkened.

"I..."

She hesitated. The words wouldn't come out. Yes, I think you're cute!

"C'mon, don't get shy on me now, Drewski."

Steve's voice had dropped about an octave. Goosebumps tickled to the surface of her skin. She couldn't help but giggle at what was unfolding here.

The smile that spread across his face at the sound sent warmth spreading through her body. He reached up, gently dragging his knuckles along her cheek. Tiny sparks lit up her skin as he tucked a tendril of hair behind her ear. "That's my favorite sound in the world." He rasped searching her eyes before they flickered down to her lips again.

"Steve," she whispered.

"Tell me not to kiss you right now Drew," he said, his lips so close to hers she could feel the warmth of his breath fanning against her skin. "Tell me to back off and I will, but if you don't..." The words trailed off and she shook her head pushing away every single doubt she had about the man sitting in front of her.

"I won't." She whispered and that's all it took for him to crash his mouth against her own.

Drew gasped into his mouth, her hand instantly moving to rest on the back of his neck as their lips moved in sync with each other. It wasn't long before she could feel him brush his tongue against her lips, asking for entrance, which she happily gave. She could taste the beer he'd been drinking along with mint from the gum he always carried on him, making her moan quietly.

She felt Steve's lips curl up at the soft sound that escaped her throat, pulling another giggle from her. Quickly pressing another kiss to her lips with a smile, he moved to trace her jaw with wet open-mouthed kisses.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," he whispered against her skin.

Drew let her head fall back and slightly to the side as her eyes fluttered closed, "Tell me," she breathed.

Steve shook his head, moving to press a kiss to the small freckle at the base of her throat, "Poetry class. First year." he admitted, sitting up and meeting her gaze once more. "I didn't even know what I was doing in that class, and this blonde firecracker sat next to me, and suddenly it turned into my favorite class. She could meet me sarcastic comment for sarcastic comment, and bullied me, and made me question everything, but she also taught me more than that professor did all semester and drove me so insane that I agreed to be her roommate just to be near her."

“Are you close enough now?” Drew breathed out and tangled her fingers into the hair that grew at his nape.

“Not nearly,” he responded against her skin instantly like he had waited his whole life to be asked exactly that.

“And now?” She asked. He leaned back never breaking away but wrapping his arm around her waist and allowing her closer as he kissed his way across her collar bone and she settled into his lap. “Steve,” she urged him for an answer.

“It’ll never be enough,” he hummed. The fresh stubble on his jaw tickled her skin as his fingers worked beneath the fabric of her shirt and up her spine.

Drew shivered and Steve pulled her in closer, hands spreading warm and wide on her back. His lips were trailing up her neck and behind her ear, sucking gently.

Steve pulled back and his eyes darkened as they zeroed in on the mark he left behind, his hands turning possessive on her skin, clutching her too him.

“Steve,” Drew gasped, feeling his bulge grow between her legs. She hesitantly ground down, and Steve grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her in for a rough kiss.

“Honeybee,” Steve groaned into Drew’s mouth, holding her hips tight as she wound her arms around his neck.

Drew moaned as their teeth clicked against each other. She felt lightheaded with passion. Steve's hands continued to explore her back as his hips bucked up against hers.

She gasped - her panties were already wet, and she was getting impatient as she felt the growing bulge in Steve's pants.

He pulled away abruptly and she whined at the loss of contact.

"Tell me what you want, Drew," he whispered in a sultry voice. "I've been talking an awful lot."

Drew stared at him for a moment. Her heart felt like it wanted to escape her chest as his fingers traced a line up and down her spine, tickling her skin. "I-" she stopped, the words on her tongue but stuck.

"You can tell me no," He said cupping her cheek with his free hand, curling it into her hair. "We do this at your pace."

She shook her head, "it's not that." Drew laughed softly pressing her forehead against his. "I want to, I want you"

Steve sighed softly, "But?"

"but I'm scared." She admitted softly.

Steve kissed the tip of her nose as he cradled her head in his hands. “What are you scared of?” He asked softly. “I hope, not me. I never want you to be scared of me.”

"No, no it's not you I'm scared of," Drew twisted her head and placed a soft kiss to Steve's wrist as his fingers played with the hair at the back of her neck, "I'm scared of what this means, of admitting what we want here, I just - you had another girl in your room today and I just got home from a date... why did it take these things to get us here? Why couldn't we be normal people and just - "

"Be honest?" Steve finished her question, with a soft smirk.

Letting out a breath she was unaware she was holding, Drew nodded and fiddled with the silver chain that sat around Steve's neck, "I just want to make sure we know what we're doing, and not just getting caught up in the moment,"

"Drewski," Steve started catching her brown eyes with his blue ones, his expression soft and caring as his fingertips traced circles into the skin of her back, "There's a reason I'm home every night, watching Love Island with you. Why none of the girls I've brought over ever stayed, and I think there's a reason why you came to sit on the couch with me after your bad dates instead of hiding in your room like you usually do when someone pisses you off."

Her tongue flicked over her bottom lip and she nodded slowly with a small smirk, "It's you and me. It always has been. It just took too long for either of us to realize" she said softly.

Steve smiled at her, nodding, and pressed his lips to hers gently. “You and me Drew, always.” He pulled her closer on his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his head on her chest. She could feel her heart beating under his ear, a little fast but steady.

Drew kissed the top of Steve’s head, nuzzling her face into his hair. She realized after a moment that Steve wasn’t moving.

“Are we…cuddling? Are you a cuddler, Rogers?”

“Only for you, honeybee,” Steve murmured against her skin, sinking into the couch with her, pressing Drew further into his arms as he relaxed.

A warm feeling unfurled in her chest, her heart expanding with unknown but pleasant sensations coursing through her as Steve's larger body covered her own. His thick arms wrapping around her waist completely and his scent the only thing she could smell. It was the most comfort she'd felt in a long time.

Their chests rose and fell in sync as they breathed each other in. Drew didn't want to break this beautiful silence even though her mind was begging for more reassurance from him.

Steve raised his hand to brush the strand of hair out of her face at a slow pace, his calloused fingers traveling over her skin heating it in its wake. Like he was savoring every second with her, his blue eyes glittering like snow crystals on a cold winter morning.

"Princess, we take this at whatever pace you feel comfortable with." He placed a soft kiss on her forehead, his lips warm and soft against her skin.

When he pulled back to meet her gaze she smiled tenderly, the soft thump of his heartbeat calming her nerves.

“What’d I say about the princess, Rogers?” She breathed, a soft laugh escaping her lips at his apologetic grimace.

“I’m ok, Steve. Really.” She paused, bringing her thumb to his lips, tracing them gently as she felt his heartbeat quicken. “I feel safe with you. I trust you.”

Steve kissed her thumb, staring into her eyes. His own heartbeat hammered in his chest as he drew her hand away so he could lean in and kiss her again. He couldn’t get enough of the sweet taste of her mouth.

His hands slid slowly down her sides, as if he were committing her curves to memory, and halted at her waist. When his fingers slipped under the hem of her tank top and tightened against her skin Drew moaned.

Crushing her chest against his, she deepened their kiss, tilting her head as their tongues entwined. Steve whimpered into her mouth when her thighs clamped around his hips and she raked her fingers through his messy blond hair.

Drew's hips started moving on their own, slowly grinding onto him as heat pooled low in her belly at the feel of his hardness underneath her most sensitive parts.

The deliciously sinful groan that left him at the next grind of their hips together made her bite his lower lip and suck into her mouth. His hands roaming the skin of her back digging in slightly and pulling her flush against him.

"Faster, Drew." He panted into her mouth as her back bowed when his cock hit her clothed clit just right.

A desperate whimper left her lips as she increased the pace which elicited a string of deep moans and a few curses out of Steve.

"Fuck."

Steve's hands traveled up her hips over the sheer lace of her bra, her nipples already peaked through the fabric, almost unbearably sensitive to his touch, like her body unknowingly yearned for him all this time.

Drew dropped her head to his shoulder, panting as she circled her hips. “I need to feel you…”

Steve dipped his thumbs beneath the neck of her top and into her bra, searching out her pebbled nipples and circling them in time to the movement of her hips against him.

“Honey bee,” he whispered lustily, kissing a hot trail across her jaw and down the column of her throat.

“Touch me, Steve…please…” Her voice was a breathy whisper and her hands clutched desperately to him.

Steve tilted his head back, the warmth of his hands leaving her skin as he instead tucked his thumb under her chin until he met her gaze.

“Are you sure?”

“Never been more sure of anything in my life, Steve. Now please fucking touch me.”

Drew’s breath hitched on the last word as Steve moved his thumb to her bottom lip, tugging it down until her mouth naturally parted and he skimmed along the sensitive skin just inside. Eyes not leaving Steve’s, Drew flicked her tongue out over the tip of his thumb, sucking it into her mouth.

His eyes darkened and his lids were low on his cornflower eyes as she watched him trace the movement, breathing laboured and heavy.

"Take off your pants, D."

The low command sent a rush of heat down her spine and she scrambled to take her pajama pants off, lacking any grace as she stumbled out of them halfway across his lap while he bit his lip in amusement.

Drew settled back down straddling him, her damp pale blue panties doing little to cover her, but the way Steve's eyes narrowed in on them and his hands dug into the flesh of her ass told her she didn't need to cover herself from him.

Steve laid a trail of kisses along her neck, lowering himself slowly along her still clothed chest. Nose nudging each of her pebbled nipples, as her breath hitched in her throat.

She lifted herself up on her elbows slightly, eyes finding Steve’s with quick breaths as he pressed a kiss to the soft skin of her belly where her top scrunched up.

“Sweet talker,” Drew teased.

“Only for you,” he winked, looking up at her. “And for the record, you're beautiful all the time. But this view is… perfect.” He mused as his hold tightened on her thigh.

Drew ran one hand down his arm, watching as goosebumps rose on his skin. “My view is pretty perfect too.”

Steve grinned before bending to kiss her stomach, his tongue dipping into her navel, making her gasp.

With a low chuckle, he trailed down over her abdomen, kissing, nipping, and sucking a tingling path across her skin. When he bypassed the apex of her thighs Drew let out a needy whine. Steve raised his eyes to hers and gave a sly smile.

“You…” she growled in frustration, lifting her hips impatiently.

His large hand splayed across her stomach, pressing her down into the couch and preventing her from moving.

“Don’t tease me,” she pleaded desperately.

“But it’s such fun, honey bee,” he hummed, nipping at the sensitive skin of her thigh.

Drew huffed and Steve chuckled at her indignation, the gruffness of his laugh against her skin sending tingles straight to the depths of her belly.

“Steeeeve,” she whined again, fingers tangling in his hair in an attempt to coax him closer to where she needed him most.

“Okay, okay,” Steve conceded, lips curling into a devilish smirk as he sucked a bruise to her thigh and peppered the skin with soft, small kisses until his mouth landed warm and wet over the lace of her panties.

The grip Drew had on Steve’s hair tightened and he groaned into her heat, tongue lapping lazily over the dampening fabric.

“Holy shit,” Drew moaned, her hips arching upward only to be pushed back down again by Steve.

She lifted her head, wanting to watch him as he swirled his tongue over her clothed clit, making her mouth part in pleasure.

She needed him closer and she knew he was teasing her on purpose as he flattened his tongue and increased the pressure on her clit.

“Asshole,” she gasped in desperation, crossing her ankles across the muscular planes of his back as she tried to draw him closer.

“I know, I know,” he mocked huskily, “I’m such a jerk.”

“Ste-“ she began but her words caught in her throat as he pulled the lace of her panties to one side and swept his tongue in a languid stripe through her bare folds.

“Oh— oh God,” Drew whimpered as Steve’s lips wrapped around her clit, sucking lightly between long swirls of his tongue.

Heat pooled in her belly, and there were big, fluttering swoops of desire in her chest. Amongst the surprising sweetness and soft side of Steve, this is what she’d been fucking missing out on too?!

“How’re you holdin’ up, baby?” Steve’s voice, a little rough and dripping from pink, swollen lips sounded from between her legs.

“Don’t you dare stop, Steve.”

Steve grinned, delighted and devilish before he winked and dipped his head again with a murmured, “yes, ma’am.”

Drew gripped Steve’s hair with both hands as she began to rock back and forth. She could feel him play with her, tease and delight her with every stroke of his tongue.

“Fuck- oh!”

Steve growled, leaving one hand on her ass while the other slowly sank two fingers into her soaking heat.

She clenched around them, the new sensation sending thrills of pleasure up her spine as he dragged them in and out of her at an agonisingly slow pace.

Her heaving breaths were almost sobs when he replaced his lips with his thumb, working her clit in time with his fingers as he began to kiss his way back up her body.

He must have paid attention to every inch of her, nudging her tank top up with his nose and pressing his soft, wet lips against her sweat-damp skin until he reached her neck.

Raising himself up and yet never slowing his pace, Steve trailed his nose along her jaw before capturing her mouth in a salacious kiss.

Each drag of his tongue against hers, each catch of his teeth across the wet skin of her lips, felt deliberate as if Steve had worked out the perfect formula to bring Drew right to the brink.

Her whole body was alight with it, muscles tensing and heart racing as her climax coiled tighter and tighter in her belly. She was so close, sighing and whimpering into Steve’s mouth.

“Let go, honey bee. Wanna hear all the pretty sounds you make,” he whispered, lips trailing along the length of her jaw and catching her earlobe gently between his teeth. “Come on, gorgeous girl, I got you.”

That was all Drew needed, the release washed over her like a tidal wave as Steve worked deep inside of her. His lips found hers in a needy, deep kiss while his hand braced her arching back and supported her as she rolled through the intense pleasure.

He groaned as her grip on his hair tightened and everything rushed to her head, forcing her eyes to flutter as the euphoria of the orgasm overtook her. Steve pulled away from her gently, teeth grazing her bottom lip as she worked to catch her breath.

“Fuck, look at you,” Steve smiled, his blue eyes alight with pleasure and desire. “Coming so good for me…”

“I…I can’t…I…Jesus…” Drew gasped, a blissful grin blooming lazily across her face.

“Take it easy,” Steve rumbled, nuzzling his nose against her cheek as his hand came up to cup the other.

His thumb swiped away the beads of sweat from the bridge of her nose and he ghosted his lips across her skin as she tried to slow her breathing and calm her heaving chest.

Drew giggled softly and she used her grip on his hair to angle his lips over her own, their deep kisses becoming soft and sweet.

“You okay?” Steve whispered between kisses. His own skin glistened with a soft pink blush of exertion and Drew wanted to spend the rest of the night covering every inch of it with kisses, tracing each freckle and football scar.

She hummed, nodding her answer into the crook of Steve’s neck before drawing back to meet his gaze, soft and adoring.

“What now?”

“Now,” Steve replied softly, kissing her again as if he just couldn’t help himself, “now I’m hoping you’ll agree to be my favourite and only girl.”

“Yeah?”

“I know I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed, but I’d be a real idiot to miss out on loving you, D.” Drew beamed, surging forward to kiss Steve again until he drew back suddenly. “Hey, you wanna come to my game next week. Wear my jersey?”

"That sounds like trouble, Steve Rogers." Drew smiled, her cheeks sore from doing it for so long. "

"It's a promise." He disagreed.

A week later she stood in the stands, donning the jersey nervously, heart beating faster than it ever had before as Steve was crushed into the grass by a large defensemen.

"Nice jersey," Bucky tugged on the hem as he slid into the stands behind her and kissed Nat on the cheek.

"Just supporting a friend, Buck." Drew said without taking her eyes off the field.

"You're late," she scolded under her breath.

"I can't watch him play these big games, makes me sick to my stomach," he scowled and his strong hand squeezed Drew's shoulder in support.

“He’ll be fine,” Drew assured. Whether that was for Buck or herself, she didn’t know. She looked over at Bucky and smiled. “I’m sure of it.”

In truth, at the end of the third quarter they weren’t entirely safe and even Drew was chewing nervously at her bottom lip as she watched Steve pelt his way across the field.

She bounced on the balls of her feet and worried at the hem of her jersey.

“C’mon Steve!” She yelled every time his fingers touched the ball.

“What’s gotten into you?” Natasha hissed as the players lined up for the start of the final quarter.

“Nothing!” Drew insisted, craning her neck to catch the start of play and tuning out everything else.

God, it was close. As the minutes ticked down Drew, Bucky, and Natasha found themselves pressed against the rail at the edge of the field. They were screaming to high heaven, their arms flailing, as Steve scooped up the ball and launched it with a powerful throw towards Nick Fury, who took off with it down the field.

“Go, go, go!” Drew shrieked, which turned into squeals of victory as Fury landed the ball just before time was called.

She found herself pulled from the mass of celebration and almost dragged over the rail as Steve wrapped his arms around her, enveloping her in a victorious embrace.

His hungry lips claimed hers, unbothered by their audience, and their breathing grew heavier for an entirely different reason. They were so focused on each other that neither of them noticed the smug glances shared between their friends, or the money that slipped begrudgingly into palms.

“C’mon honey bee,” Steve grinned, hoisting her over the rail. “I want the team to meet my girl.”

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Together Or Not At All

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summary: Your first day with your new roommates.

A/N: This is a first of many drabbles about how living with these chaotic boys will look like. It’s a story written by us together with @jamneuromain

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First meeting/moving in;

Johnny being the flirt he is, flirts with you as soon as you walk through the door. You were slightly surprised by this…greeting since the human torch was only in a towel, clearly just having showered, his hair was still dripping slightly while you could make out steam surrounding his body. You felt like you just swallowed your own tongue, watching him approach you. Being unable to meet his gaze you tried to stutter something coherent out. “Hi-yhm-I-“ “I’m Johnny, pleasure to meet you sweetheart”, he grinned, but Jake quickly interfered, seeing as you were already on Johnny's radar. He swatted him across the back of his head, stepping between you two, even though your gaze lingered for a moment on Johnny's steamy body.“Hi I’m Jake-my room is right next to yours. Let me help you with your suitcase…es? How many do you have”, he mumbled quietly, looking behind you at the luggage you were dragging with you. A soft giggle escaped your lips, while you shook his hand introducing yourself. For a moment you looked into his pretty blue eyes, this time it wasn’t you who tried to avoid eye contact. Jake was flustered, even though he tried not to show it. “Just a few”, with that you grabbed one of the suitcases. Jake grabbed the other one you were reaching for and swatting your hand away. “Let me, you don’t have to. Not when we’re around”, he smiled and took another one in his other hand. Johnny wanted to help with the last suitcase but he was scared his towel would fall, quietly cursing to himself. Just when you wanted to come back for the last one, it slowly started rolling to your room. “What-“, gasping as you looked around, seeing another guy standing at the end of the corridor, an unsure smile on his lips. He didn’t say anything, just waved at you, before disappearing around the corner. The corners of your mouth twitched upwards, watching him walk away. “Oh, yeah that’s Nick. He’s a bit shy, but really a nice guy…unless he and Johnny are in the same room. Then it gets chaotic”, Jake smiled, putting his hand on your shoulder for a moment. He felt blood rush to his cheeks, making him blush, before quickly pulling away. “So-yeah, I-I’ll be in my room. It was nice helping you-I mean, meeting you. It was nice meeting you”, with that he walked into his room, shaking his head about himself. Of course he had to say something stupid.

Not even an hour later was a quiet and gentle knock on your door. You assumed it could be Jake since his room was next to yours and johnny definitely didn’t seem like a person that even knew what knocking or personal space was. And nick…nick definitely wouldn’t come to you. He was definitely a shy person.

“Come in”, you said cheerfully, putting away your clothes in the wardrobe. “Hi, I wanted to introduce myself, I’m Steve”, said a raspy deep voice. Definitely not Jake. After you turned around your smile widened. Oh wow, these guys all looked like tasty eye candy. Steve was buff. Definitely more muscular than the rest of them. Did he even fit in the doorframe?

“Hi Steve, nice to meet you”, you said, letting your gaze linger on his hands that were casually holding onto his belt, while he leaned against your doorframe. “I thought we could maybe have dinner tonight-I mean all of us”, he added quickly, feeling his face heat up. You giggled, nodding. “Perfect. But maybe Johnny should wear some real clothes this time”, at your words Steve sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. “Yeah I’ll talk to him. He’s just…to be honest I don’t even know. It’s Johnny. He’s always like that”, his words made you laugh and he definitely really enjoyed hearing this sound. “Seven good for you?” You nodded once again, watching the man leave your room.

On time you went to the dining room, where Steve was currently bringing a ton of take out, putting it all on the table. You laughed quietly. “I’m not a good cook, none of us are, actually…so it’s take out. I hope you don’t mind?”, he said apologetically. Grinning you grabbed a fry out of one of the containers, biting into it. The only answer Steve got was a smirk and wink, making his insides tingle. God, you were only a few hours here and he already felt like he was developing a crush on you. You didn’t seem to notice his gaze, sitting down next to him, with another empty chair next to you. Oh boy. He could tell this wouldn’t end well.

And he was right.

Only a few minutes later he could hear heavy steps and bickering, also some grunting which was probably caused from an elbow to the ribs. “Johnny you idiot-stop it”, Jake's hushed voice was louder than intended, while the two walked into the room, quickly trying to grab the chair next to you. You didn’t say anything, but giggled into your hand. It’s already pretty funny and chaotic living with them. After just a few hours…the next few months are probably gonna be interesting. “Johnny, Jake. Both of you, the other side”, said Steve finally before they’d really embarrass themselves by pulling at the chair…or with whatever else they’d come up with. He was definitely surprised how immature these guys could be. Thankfully Nick was such a quiet and calm guy (spoiler alert; it will change.)

When nick came into the room he sat down next to you, giving you a quick smile, before starting eating, while you all had a few light conversations. He didn’t say much and you also noticed he ate pretty quickly. Only a few minutes later he finished his food, saying his goodbyes and going straight to his room. “We have dessert nick-“, Steve tried to change his mind but he was already gone. You couldn’t stop yourself from wincing slightly. Was he uncomfortable around you? “Don’t worry, he’s just…he had it rough, you know? So he kinda…”, Steve sighed beside you, gently putting his hand onto your arm. “He spends most of his time in his room”, added Jake, while Johnny nodded. You could feel your heart ache.

Grabbing two plates with cake, you smiled at the boys. “It was really nice but I’ll try to talk to him. Maybe he just needs for someone to take the first step”, they all watched you walk out of the room.

And they definitely enjoyed it.

You knocked on Nick's door. “Please Steve-I said I don’t-“ “And if it’s not Steve?”, you asked unsure, opening his door and stepping inside. Hearing your voice nick quickly stood up. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to leave like that-””Don’t worry nick. We all like our personal space…I just thought you’d like your cake-Johnny kinda looked at it like a predator looking at his prey, so I assumed you wouldn’t be able to get a taste of it later”, you giggled, trying to lighten the mood. It really made him chuckle, while you gave him his plate. For a moment you two were quiet, just looking at each other. Assuming he doesn’t want you to be there you grabbed the door handle. Just then did Nick clear his throat. “Stay-I mean, if…if you’d like to…I wouldn’t mind the company”, with that you two sat down on his bed. The atmosphere was still a bit tense, so you started talking about some embarrassing old memories to make him laugh-and you did. By the time you are your cakes Nick had to wipe away his tears from the laughing and his stomach hurt.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 years

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You have no idea how happy you made me with "Stay the Night". Loki is so cunny and sly, I'm dead and Steve is just so....Steve hahaha I like how Loki somewhat got the upper hand and I hope he keeps getting the upper hand.

Maybe Loki forcing reader to go live with him instead coz she is his and no one, not even Steve, can take away what's his.

+ this ask: Roommate Steve vs BFF loki?? That is a rare pair and I love it more than I expected! Could totally imagine them glaring each other down, adore the oblivious reader!

Morning After

Part 1

Warnings: unwanted touching, noncon. Y'all know I do it dark and spicy. You have warnings, use them.

Oops, I added a side of roommate! Steve. Thots, comments, screaming, and feedback are welcome and highly encouraged. Thank you!

Steve places the coffee mug down in front of you. It’s tense, silent. Words unspoken, thoughts concealed. The night before trembles within, ready to erupt like a volcano but you won’t let it. You take a sip.

“You good?” Steve asks.

“Fine,” you answer stiffly, “just waking up.”

You glance at Loki as you lean your elbows on the table. He gives you a brief peek above his cell phone, thumb flicking across the screen. You rub your eyes and squeeze your thighs together. You feel his hand there still, hear his coaxing whispers; it’s okay, baby, I’m just taking care of you.

Since when did he feel this way? You’re friends. You laugh together, gossip even, and tell each other about your shit days. He’s not supposed to touch you like that.

“Sorry we don’t have much to choose from,” Steve sets the tall cup in front of Loki, “neither of us is very into tea.”

You sit back as their eyes meet. Each clench their jaws in a face off. Loki dips his chin slightly, “not at all, very much appreciated. The two of you keep such a warm home.”

“You didn’t find her plushies, did you?” Steve kids and you give him a look. He winces as he notices. “Well, guess I should head off before I put my other foot in my mouth.”

“Thanks, Steve,” you lower your gaze to the table and cradle the mug with your hands, “really.”

“Both our homes, don’t mind some company,” he shrugs, “just make sure you rinse the cups.”

“Thank you, Steven,” Loki enunciates tritely.

A low tisk bounces off Steve’s teeth as he checks his watch and sighs. “See ya,” he marches out and you take a well-needed draught of coffee.

Loki puts his phone down and twirls the spoon in his cup. You watch his fingers, recalling how they felt on your clit, playing you like a fiddle until you keened into his palm. Humiliation spatters on your scalp.

“What’s wrong with you two?” you huff.

“Nothing. I am cordial.”

“Loki,” you warn.

He rolls his eyes and glances away. You watch him, a task as you find it hard to look at him at all.

“You shouldn’t live here with him. It’s… improper.”

You scoff. His eyes flit back to you sharply.

“Improper? What about last night?”

His lips twitch, “last night?”

“Don’t do that.”

“You didn’t kick me out of bed,” he smirks.

“I didn’t invite you in, either.”

He sticks his tongue between his teeth, a guilty expression aimed at the table, “I couldn’t help myself. Perhaps I didn’t go about it the right away but I’ve made my feelings clear. Now we can… work through them. Together.”

“Are you kidding?”

“Not at all. I’m very serious about you. I’ve not put in three years for a place on your floor. To be a third party to him,” he peeks at the door sourly, “you cannot remain. You must come stay with me.”

“I’m not doing that and what happened last night can’t happen again.”

“You didn’t hate it–”

“I also didn’t ask for it,” you retort.

He huffs and his nostrils flare. He places his hand on the back of your chair and looks you in the face, “didn’t you? I come over, you’re getting out of the shower? You text me those photos of all your cute outfits. Oh, and not to mention all your gripes about needing a real man. Surely you’re not dumb enough to think it’s your ridiculous roommate.”

“This isn’t about Steve,” you gulp.

“No, it’s about us. About you. I can’t have you under his roof when you belong to me.”

“Excuse me? Belong to you?”

“Oh, yes, darling, since the day we met. You never wondered once why none of your dates ever called you back?”

You stare at him. Shocked. He wouldn’t. Well you also didn’t think he’d do what he did the night before. How well do you truly know your best friend, if that’s what he is.

#loki #steve rogers #dark loki #dark!loki #best friend! loki #drabble #ask drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #mcu #marvel #avengers #roommate!steve rogers

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steevbuckk · 2 years

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FAVORITE STUCKY FICS | 7/100

Calico Skies by @musette22

[Shrunkyclunks, 52 618 words, Explicit]

Summary:

In the wake of the Battle of New York, Bucky Barnes bade his old life, or what was left of it, farewell. He bought a deserted cabin in the Catskills, exchanged orthopedic surgery for woodworking, and built a new life for himself as a carpenter. Six years on, Bucky still leads a peaceful, if solitary, existence. Maybe it gets a little lonely sometimes, but that’s why he got himself a dog. And a cat. And a goat.

In 2018, Steve Rogers finally hangs up his shield. He trades Avenging and New York City for the peace and quiet of the Catskills, grows a beard, and isolates himself in an attempt to salvage what’s left of his sanity and identity. After living his life in the public eye for so long, Steve believes that calm and solitude are exactly what he needs. Of course, he didn’t count on meeting Bucky Barnes.

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brooklyn-sgr · 12 days

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Portrait of James Barnes #2 (c. 1934)

Depicted here is a restored version of a sketch done by Steve Rogers while he was just sixteen. Presumably, Rogers drew his best friend naked out of boyish humor, and scratched it out to protect his privacy. This shows that the kinship and trust that Barnes had for Rogers went way back to their childhood. The powerful yet graceful pose is reminiscient of Hellenistic statues, which could have been an inspiration for Rogers.

In the periphery of the drawing are some scribbles that seem like practice sketches for Barnes' eyes as well as pencil tests. There are multiple stains on the book in overall, including blood and ink.

#1940s #steve rogers #bucky barnes #archives #stucky #and they were roommates #mod: sam

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navybrat817 · 7 months

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Navy's Trick or Treat Nonsense

As you lovelies know, October is a time for tricks, treats, and more. While I don't have anything planned for Kinktober, I do have some nonsense in mind. Still with me?

Similar to my Naughty & Nice Nonsense, I plan to share various one-shots and ficlets throughout the month of October. Each pairing will be revealed on the day I post and shared on my sideblog, @navybrat817-sideblog. It may be dark, fluffy, smutty, or a combination of things. It may be 500 words or over 3k. It may incorporate an Autumn or a Halloween theme. Who knows? It's nonsense! 😂

In fact, I'm calling it Navy's Trick or Treat Nonsense! I'll be using that as a tag, so feel free to filter if you don't wish to see these fics. Moodboard and banner by yours truly. Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics. Enjoy! 🧡

🎃 - 10/3 - Within You (Soft!Dark Bucky Barnes x Reader)

🎃 - 10/6 - Easy as Pie (Andy Barber x Reader)

🎃 - 10/9 - How Far Down (Mickey Henry x Reader)

🎃 - 10/12 - Rules and Chaos (Tattoo Artist!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

🎃 - 10/15 - The Red Woods (Lumberjack!Steve Rogers x Reader)

🎃 - 10/18 - Teacher's Pet (Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

🎃 - 10/21 - Hollow (Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

🎃 - 10/24 - See Through You (Dark!Nick Fowler x Reader)

🎃 - 10/27 - Jump Scare (Motocross!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

🎃 - 10/30 - Mission Report (Incubus!Bucky Barnes x Reader x Incubus!Steve Rogers)

Love and thanks to you lovelies for the support. 🧡

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prmssm · 1 year

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it’s funny that u started posting again bc literally yesterday i remembered this blog and browsed ur whole backlog, lol. even if u don’t come back to it 4 big stuff im glad it exists!!

Thank you! It was probably me accidentally astral projecting into your mind after I was also semi-randomly reminded of it over the weekend. I wore my Toni cosplay to a con again, plus the first MCU Avengers movie was on tv in the hotel room one night. So I was like hmmm... And ended up rereading my own backlog as well 😂

#babbles #had a drink or two and ended up blessing my roommates with a few rants about why Avengers Assemble has the superior Steve Rogers #or rather #one was complaining about MCU Steve and i was like listen.... you have other options #anyway

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1000night · 2 years

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Be their roommate

Pairing: Steve Rogers/female chubby reader

warning: female chubby reader,soft dark Steve rogers, modern au, implied smut（only mention）

English is not my first language.

Steve Rogers

At first, you assumed that he'd feel uncomfortable. He's a cat person, you respect his nature.

But he welcomed you with his whole heart, you could feel it.

Share the household and groceries, he knows you don't know how to cook so he takes responsibility. And he slowly teaches you but it's another story.

He wakes up early, prepares both your breakfast and brings his art tools to the outside after he finishes his one.

When he's back, he'll bring you a fresh flower and his drawing. No matter the weather whether it's a weekday or weekend. Unless the flower shop doesn't open that day, then he'll change his portrait with your neighbor's flower.

He'd blush so hard every time he sees you not wearing a bra, just a loose shirt, and shorts. And I mean it, he blushes every·single·time, but he knows that means you trust him, and you could be yourself when you are around him. He loves it while he must remind himself Don't stare at your titties. You don't know what you did to this poor baby. 😌😌

If you're home late, after 7 p.m., he'll walk you home. “I can't let a stunning young dame walking alone in the dark street. It's not safe.” He said while giving you a small and warm smile.

Laundry day is your favorite day, his laundry detergents are Petitgrain and lavender. Yours are ylang-ylang. Until one day, you mistake the detergent, and your clothes have its scent for a week.

“You know, it smells good. And it's warm. I can use the same one when mine is empty?” He parted his lips but couldn't say anything, but now you will use the same laundry detergents at least for sure.

When you fell asleep on your cozy couch, he'd put his blanket over your body and kiss your forehead.

“Have a good dream, mon amour.”

Not a lot changed after he got the serum. But he'll do more things for you.

Now you only have to carry some large and light stuff, and that’s what you insist that you won’t let him carry all the groceries!

“Steve, I’m not that weak. You know that and we both agree to share the responsibility. It’s won't change even when you accept the serum!” You nearly screamed at him

“But…but you said that you’ve never met a man help you carry a heavy thing. And you always helped carry the heavy one when I was weak. I think it’s time for me to do this thing for you. I want to treat you like you want and deserve. I’m not disrespecting you, doll. I’m sorry.”

Who would keep angry at him when he says those sweet words and looks sad!? It’s illegal!

When he starts to re-acknowledge his strength and new body, he breaks down so many things. Doors, drawers, fridges… every time you see his innocent but guilty eyes, always remind you of a golden retriever dog that breaks something accidentally.

You forgive him as always. First, he'll pay for those damages, and he even started to learn how to repair them. Second, you could sympathize with his uncontrolled body when you cross the aisles and knock things down with your butt. He still forgave you and said that’s not a big deal. Now, it’s your turn to comfort him.

When you see him, you start to wonder what would happen if you needed to move out and find another roommate.

He's freaking out. He can't expect that you'll try to leave him when he becomes stronger and much better.

Until you explain to him, you're a little bit afraid of the tall and beefy men. It's all because of your father. And you think he might want to have a relationship after he has a new and more attractive body. Then you don't want to be the third wheel and make his future partner insecure about you two.

“No doll, no other person can change our relationship. I promise you.” He objects to your thoughts and vows to NEVER abandon you.

“Alright, Steve. If you have a girlfriend, please tell me so that I can prepare to pack up, okay?”

Again, he swallowed and nodded. When you pat his abs and admire his new body, you can feel his intense eyes and his arms around your waist...

If you look up, you could see his ocean blue eyes darken. And the possessive on his face.

Oh, girl, you are treated like a goddess, lived in the castle on the clouds.

He spoils you, everything you want, you get it. He won’t hesitate to offer you; he is proud of that.

“Steve, if you keep spoiling me, don’t you afraid that I’ll use you for my own greed?”⸺You try to joke with him.

He raised his eyebrow and kept waxing the wood while he answers your teasing

“Oh yeah? So how to explain that you cried and refused to accept the cheesecake and the dress I bought for you?”

“That’s because you know I’m intake of sugar, but you still buy those for me when I just whining! I want those but I don’t need them!... God, now I sound like a baby.”

“Well, you are.” He started to combine the woods, your eyes couldn’t stop trailing down his fingers, wrist, and muscles. Your mouth-watering, but you frown after you realized what he said.

Does he think you’ve become shallow and annoyed? Or does he think that you cost his money too much? You should know that’s a lie when he said you don’t need to pay back.

Lead swells in your heart and hot tears in your eyes. Biting your lips as you tried to hold your sob back. You didn’t notice that he was staring down at you. Until his big and warm handheld your jaw to lift your head up, the tears blurred your sight, and a tear rolled down your cheek.

His thumbs weep your tears and stroke your wet cheeks, his voice was tender, deep, and smooth.

“Doll, you are my cry baby and my golden apple, I’d never get enough of you. You don’t know what you’ve done to me.”

His words confused you, and there were butterflies on your chest and stomach now.

“What are you trying to say?”

He stepped closer, now your chest touched, and you were holding your breath.

“I’m head over heels in love with you.”

“How could you love me? I’m not attractive like Carter cousins or Natasha, and I do not have any superpower like Wanda.”

He pressed his forehead against yours, then he smiled

“Yes, you have. Always encourage people, and believed them even when they didn’t believe themselves. Remember our first dance on the 4th of July? You said that’s probably your first and last dance because I’m the last person in this world who would want to dance with you.”

“I remember that. That’s emotional blackmail and I’m sorry, Steve.”

He chuckled as he kissed your nose, his arms wrapped around your waist, and rested his hands on your low back.

“Actually, I’m half glad about that. You don’t know how many of my colleagues asked me about you. You don’t know those pricks I fight because they stared at you.”

“Really? But I don’t want their attention. I don’t like them nor care about them.”

“I know, I told you that you’re mine. And I mean it, doll.” He kissed the crown of your head.

“So…we’re a couple now?”

“We always are.”

Bonus:

“Are you the soft dark type, Steve?” It’s a stormy night, Steve and you are now in the big spoon position. He lays his head on your stomach, his hands are massaging your breasts.

“Still no bra? What a naughty girl.”

“Hey! You know those lingeries always itches my skin. Besides, it really feels free when there’s not a thing tucked under your tits.”

“Not complained at all.” He murmurs while burying his face in your tummy, fingers kneading your soft flesh. His touch sends a shiver down your spine and heats up your body.

“Back to the topic, do you think that you’re a soft dark type?”

“What’s a soft dark type?”

“Um…it’s hard to say, but I think if you could love a person crazy enough to want to lock your lover away and keeps them to yourself for all eternity, but you resist the urge because you know they need their freedom and you respect them. Then you’re a soft dark type to me.”

“...I think I am.”

“Oh, I’m not that surprised.”

“Aren’t you? Will you be afraid of me because I’m the type?”

“Not at all! In fact, I quite love this personal trait, plus, you respect me. cherish me and love me. And I love you! I don’t want to lose because someone thinks that’s ‘sick' or something.”

Steve doesn’t say anything, he lifted your shirt over your tummy and trails his kiss up to your lips.

“Steve.” You mewl

“I want to say thank you, doll. Let me take care of you.” His dark blue eyes shone in the dim light.

When you sleep soundly in his arms, he starts to reminisce about the old days of chasing those suitors away from you.

He’s fallen in love with you before he accepted the serum, you’re considerate, warm, and friendly. Your shyness and the fear of all men who are tall and muscular gave him a chance to be close to you, it’s not a fair game in the beginning.

You’d greet him every morning and evening, praise his artworks, and encourage him to chase his dream. When he was self-doubt himself, you compliment his hair, his eyes, and his hands.

Your hair is just like the sunshine, and your eyes recall me of the sea color of the Caribbean Sea. I also admire your hands, they’re talented, slender, and beautiful. You’re breathtaking, Stevie.

He still remembers the feelings about flowers blossoming in his heart and the drunk feeling.

Speaking of the soft dark type, he did do several measures to make sure no one could steal you away from him. Convinced you moved in just the first step, keeping bringing you flowers and sharing the household, that’s all to claim you his mark. After he got the strength to protect you, the training time became the time that he teaches those agents and soldiers to not touch what is his.

As time flies, the deep thought about spoiling you started to scream to him. Those old memories about you having to save money for rent and need. The envious sight you gave to a delicate fountain pen when you dropped by a shop left a vivid impression on his mind.

You’re like the forbidden fruit, teaches him how to love, how the feeling to be loved, cherished, adored by someone.

You’ve devoted yourself to him, your youth and soul, it’s time to repay you, with his body and soul.

He strokes your hair and lets your breath lull him into sleep.

“Doll, I love you till the sun dies. And I’d be your sun.”

The end

A/N: Again, muse has her own thots and I😳😌💖📃 But I feel so satisfied with I finished Steve's headcannon（？）I bet you will notice I love someone more than others🤣🤣

#1000night masterlist #fuck you endgame steve #steve rogers x female chubby reader #steve rogers x female reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #be your roommate series

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yuulina-vre · 2 years

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Flu

Summary: Y/N knew something was up.

Pairing: Roommates Steve x Bucky x Reader

Word count: 3226 words

Y/N sits on the couch in the living room, reading the latest book by her favorite author that has come out just a few days ago. The sun’s slowly warming her feet as it shines through the window. She has sat on the couch facing sideways to the window, knowing the other one will be occupied in just a bit when Bucky returns. It is a beautiful summer day, and Y/N has to admit that it irks her to wander outside and read down by the lake, listening to the wind rustling through the leaves and the water splashing softly against the shore. But she’s too lazy; besides, she is quite worried about Stevie and doesn’t want to leave.

Earlier that morning, Sam had come and dragged Bucky away for some training. She knows the brunette hates it these days. He’d rather lie on the couch warmed by the sun and doze away. He told her a few times that he’s thinking about retiring or at least tuning it down a bit. Seventy years at service has to count for something. When they left, Y/N had peeked into the hall to wave goodbye. Steve came stumbling around with a waiting Natasha at the front door. From what she had seen of him, he looked pale, disheveled, and uncoordinated. Not like the usual Steve at all.

Shaking her head, she refocuses back on the book. Steve’s probably fine. He hadn’t come home early yet. Besides, he only has one briefing, so it should be fine. Suddenly her stomach rumbles loudly, demanding food. A glance at the clock shows her that the time had flown by quicker than anticipated. Another day she neglected food in favor of another four chapters of the book. Her water had run out an hour ago too, but she’s just too cozy and deep in the story to get herself a refill. Ignoring her stomach for the moment, she turns to the next page. The book really starts to capture her even more now. Just as she reads a description of a hospital room, her mind drifts back to Steve again. Briefly, the thought of him being sick crosses her mind. It had been a while, and against his belief, he still could get sick. But maybe he just overslept this morning. He probably had been drawing the whole night or something. It happens to the best, and Steve is allowed to do it occasionally, too. Should she call or text him?

Her focus shifts back to the page again, and her mind succumbs further into the story as time passes. She’s only halfway through the page as the door to the apartment opens. It reveals a very grumpy-looking Bucky with a too chipper Sam. “I’m telling you, that was weak, Barnes.”

“Shut up.”

“Hey, boys.” Y/N glances briefly up. She only turned her eyes away for a mere second to assess their states. It never hurts to scan for injuries. They do get out of hand when left unsupervised sometimes. She sees no blood, so that’s good enough for her. “Hey, Y/N.” Sam grins at her, lazily plopping down beside her on the couch, making her jump slightly with the jostle. Bucky just glares. “Don’t look at me like that, Barnes! I’m not the one forcing you to train with Sam.” Y/N continues reading, not even looking up at the brunette, but from the corner of her eye, she can see Bucky growling with a frown. She’s always Amused by the fact that She can irritate Bucky by telling him what he does without looking. She learned it from him nevertheless. “I’m not glaring.”

“Sure, you are. Now, get your old ass on that couch; it should be warm enough by now.” She moves her chin to the loveseat angled to hers, turning to the next page. “What?” Bucky and Sam both ask in confusion which makes her sigh in annoyance. Steve always teases her that she sounds like an annoyed mother who has to care for a small child. After marking the sentence with her finger, her gaze lifts from the book, and she looks up at Bucky with a teasing grin. “I know you look forward to lying down in the sun to nap the day away since you’re an old ass man. The sun’s shining on that couch for about half an hour, which makes it nice and toasty, so you won’t get back pain or catch a cold.” Bucky’s glare intensifies quickly. Sam laughs and slaps Y/N on the shoulder with an appreciating clap. “I hate you both.” The soldier grumbles but still makes his way to the couch. “No, you don’t.” Y/N shrugs and watches as her brunette friend lies down, curled up with a sigh. It reminds her of a cat. Maybe she should get him one. They could be grumpy together.

“What are you reading?” Sam’s voice startles her back from her thoughts about Bucky cuddling with a cute tiny cat. “Eh, a new book. Buck got for me yesterday.”

“And you are already halfway through?” Sam lifts a brow in surprise. It looks like he thinks she’s slightly insane. Y/N gazes sheepishly at the book in her lap, shrugging and opening her mouth to answer, but Bucky cuts in first. “She’s rushing through books like Steve runs. Should look at her reading list; there must be a thousand books already.” Y/N looks over to the brunette. He’s already lying with half-lidded eyes, no doubt on his way to a soft slumber. He’s not wrong, though. She has made a list of books she has read already, and it nears the thousand. It also includes books her mother read to her when she was a kid and books she had to read for school. They still count, though. “Thousand?”

“Well, I like reading. Now, shut up. It just starts to be good.” She picks the book back up but right as she flips it open, her stomach grumbles loudly again, announcing to the room that she’s on the border of starving. “Doll, did you even eat anything since breakfast?”

“Eh, no?”

“Y/N! That was almost six hours ago!” Bucky sits up, staring at her with concern and shock. “I know. But it’s so good.” She whines a bit, pouting at the brunette. He can’t resist her pout, and they both know that. “Unbelievable. I’ll make a sandwich.” With that, Bucky gets up, muttering curses under his breath, and stalks away. “And a cup of tea, please!” She leans a bit over the backrest as she shouts after him. Faintly she hears a grumbled ‘yeah, yeah’ and smiles to herself. Sam snickers a bit before he settles and switches the TV on, turning the volume down, which Y/N is grateful for.

A sandwich and a cup of tea later, Bucky is softly snoring on his couch, Y/N only has twenty chapters left of the book, and Sam is enthralled by whatever show he found. Neither of them hears the footsteps in the hall nor the entrance door opening. They just look up as they hear some stumbling, a light curse that’s defiantly coming from Natasha, and a grumbling grunt. “Come on, Rogers. Get in and lay down, will you?” A smile breaks loose on Y/N’s face, and she instantly marks the page of her book with the bookmark Steve had gifted her. The book gest abandoned at the coffee table, next to her empty plate and cup. She practically jumps up and runs to the doorway. It takes a lot longer than usual for the blonde to appear at the door to the living room. She almost collides with him, nearly knocking him to the ground but manages to stop just in time. She grins at him, her eyes briefly wander to Nat and back to the blonde, smile instantly vanishing. Steve still looks pale and uneasy. His forehead has a thin sheen of sweat, and his eyes flick nervously through the room. What makes Y/N nervous, though, is the concern she can See on Natasha’s face. “Jesus. Stevie?” Instantly his eyes focus on her as she bows a little to look into his eyes, voice low so only he can hear. “Are you okay? Feeling good?” Her eyes muster his face for a second, noticing how his expression runs through several emotions simultaneously. His mouth opens as if he wants to say something, but suddenly, he pales significantly. In a matter of moments, he leans forward and retches. Vomit splashes onto the ground, right between Y/N and him, nearly missing her feet. For a second, Y/N’s too shocked to react, much like everyone else, but she quickly recovers. Her right hand instantly wanders onto Steve’s stiff shoulder, the other on his chest to help steady him for the time being as he heaves again. Around them, the others jump into action as well. Bucky’s the first to jump from the couch, suddenly wide awake, and grabs the trashcan that he holds under Steve, so he’s no longer puking onto the floor before he helps Y/N guide him to the couch he just got up from. Sam’s also running into the kitchen to get some paper towels, water, and a mop to clean up, while Natasha just stands and stares for a moment. “That’s it, Stevie. You’ll feel better in a second.” Y/N pats his back soothingly, stroking his hair away from his forehead in gentle strokes. It pains her to see her friend this sick, but she knows that after puking, you feel better. At least somewhat. A small whimper leaves Steve’s lips as another gush of vomit leaves him. Bucky’s kneeling in front of him, holding the bucket since Steve’s hands shake too much. “I thought he was off. He hasn’t uttered a single word the whole time, not even snapping as Tony started rambling. I didn’t think he would be this sick. Otherwise, I would have sent him home earlier.” Natasha comes closer, sitting on the couch; Y/N was on before. She looks a bit uncomfortable, and Y/N’s not sure why. It might be that she knew Steve was off or that one of her best friends is currently hurling into a bucket. “I knew something was up when I saw him this morning.” Y/N glances at Natasha, betting she wears the same guilty expression as the assassin. Her focus is back on Steve as he heaves again, and her hand resumes the motions on his back. She waits a few seconds, but no more heaves follow. “You think you done, Stevie?” A weak nod is all she gets. “Nat, could you pull the comforter from his bed and get a pillow? Might be better if he lies down here for a bit.”

“Sure.”

“Sam, can you get the thermometer for the bathroom cabinet?”

“On my way.” As their friends both leave the room, Y/N turns to Steve. “Come on, lie down a bit, yeah?” Steve’s eyes are already closed, and he sways a bit on his spot. His face is set to a frown, his breath coming slow and deep to try not to vomit so soon again, but after Y/N’s words, he lets himself fall to the side, guided by Bucky’s hand so he won’t collide with a force that makes him feel sick once more. The brunette then starts stripping him from his shoes and pants before he takes the bucket to clean it up. Meanwhile, Y/N takes her time to get Steve out of his shirt, slowly unbuttoning it and guiding his arms out without jostling him too much. She even manages to get his undershirt off, leaving him shivering on the couch in just his briefs. “You’ll warm right up the duvet, okay?” Her hand runs up and down his arms to provide warmth which he doesn’t actually need. He is already pretty warm, no doubt sporting a higher fever. “Hey, handsome.”

“Hm?” The answer’s more of a whimper, his eyes remaining closed and his brows still drawn in a concentrated expression. “Does your stomach hurt? I can rub it for a bit.”

“No.”

“Something else you need?”

“Dunno…”

“How about some cuddles, hm? They sometimes make you feel better.”

“Yeah. ‘S nice.” His arms lift from the couch in slow motion. It looks like all his energy flows into this easy task. Y/N quickly slips onto the couch, embracing him into her arms. Steve wraps around her midsection as tightly as he can, his nose nuzzling a bit into her hair. A small sigh leaves his lips, the shivering ceasing to an almost not noticeable trembling. Natasha walks back into the room with a slightly startled look, though she doesn’t say anything, just offers a raised brow as she covers them both with the blanket, disposing of the pillow next to the couch for now. She’s used to many things Y/N and Steve do despite being only friends. Cuddling is probably one of the ordinary things. “Thanks.” Y/N whispers at the redhead, not sure if Steve is already drifting off or not. Sam follows shortly after, the thermometer in hand. Y/N takes it, twisting awkwardly to avoid falling from her spot or jostling the blonde. She runs the device over Steve’s forehead and frowns at the numbers. “Is it high?”

“For normal people, I would say it is kinda concerning. But Steve’s always a bit warmer, so I think it’s average. I’ll keep an eye on it, though.” Y/N’s eyes focus on Steve then. She notices the sheen of sweat again, softly wiping his forehead with her sleeve. His eyes dance under his lids as he drifts off into dreamland. She doesn’t like seeing him this pale and sick. She’s almost able to picture a smaller, skinnier version. A version he hasn’t been for seventy years now. Just as Bucky reenters the room with a now clean bucket, Nat stands back up from her spot. “Okay. I think Sam and I will leave you three alone now. If you need something, just text us.”

“Will do.” Bucky nods and bids their friends goodbye, then he joins Y/N and Steve on the couch, placing the two pairs of feet on his lap. He starts massaging Steve’s calves, earning a low groan from the soldier. “What do you think he has?” Y/N shrugs, her eyes not drifting away from Steve’s almost relaxed face. “The flu, maybe.” Bucky stays silent for a while, which causes Y/N to glance at him. He looks deep in thought, as if in a whole other world. “What are you thinking?” She nudges him with her foot, startling him out of whatever space he’s been in. “Nothing. Just something from back then.”

“He was sick a lot.”

“Yeah.” Bucky nods, a look on his face that reminds Y/N of pain and sadness. “Hey.” She entangles herself from Steve’s grip to sit up and cups Bucky’s face in her hand. “He’s not that skinny kid anymore. He’ll be alright.”

“I know. But… Every time he’s getting sick, I suddenly have this version of a smaller punk in my head. A kid that could have died by just breathing wrong. And then I start thinking. What if it’s this time? What if he finally caught something that his body can’t fight?”

“Bucky.” Y/N’s heart breaks a bit as a tear falls down Bucky’s cheek. His eyes are trained on Steve, though he probably only sees a swimming version of his best friend. The brunette quickly stifles a sob, wiping the tear away. “He’ll be perfectly fine.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do. Do you want to know why?”

“Why?” Bucky’s eyes shift over to her, and the entire time seems to freeze for a moment. His eyes are full of raw emotion. Fear, sadness, concern, and love for his friend. Her thumb starts stroking his cheek on its own accord. “Because he has you to keep him safe. You always did such a wonderful job. He never had to fear anything because you were there. And now you have me as a backup. Whenever he acts up and starts to be a terrible patient, I’ll be there to kick his ass back to his bed. Whenever you feel like something is wrong, I’m here to help you. You’re not alone in this.” She grins at Bucky, hoping to lift the heavy weight on his shoulders off. At least just a tiny bit. Bucky shakes his head, but an amused smile curls around his lips. His hand comes up, wrapping around her wrist and squeezing lightly. “You really are a good friend. Somehow you make us feel better.”

“Well, that’s a friend’s job, isn’t it?”

“I guess so.” Bucky’s grin widens, but the happy bubble is cut short as a whimper leaves Steve’s lips. “Stevie?” Bucky instantly sits up straight, his hand hovering a bit over Steve’s arm and legs, an unsure expression on his face. “Hm… feel sick.”

“Yeah? Need to puke again?” Bucky carefully strokes a hand up Steve’s arm. “Mmm, no…”

“Do you want to go to bed? I know Bucky is aching to carry you.”

“Not true!” Bucky fakes offense, but they both know he doesn’t mind carrying Steve around. He did it plenty of times, not all of them due to Steve being sick. Steve just nods weakly, the light chuckle Y/N hoped for not crossing over his lips. She frowns, throwing a short gaze at Bucky, who’s already getting up. “Alright. Bucky’s taking you to bed, and I’ll make some soup. You don’t need to eat all of it, but you should at least try a few spoons full.” She presses a soft kiss against Steve’s heated skin before Bucky whisks his friend away. Y/N watches a moment before she busies herself in the kitchen, figuring that canned soup will be alright for today.

A few spoonfuls later, Steve’s softly snoring, cuddled up against Bucky’s side. He doesn’t look better yet, but Y/N hopes that he might be okay in a few days since he didn’t throw what little he ate up; he might be ok in a few days. “Alright. Get some rest, Bucky.”

“Where are you going?” Bucky looks slightly startled as Y/N gets up, gathering the bowl and spoon. “I’ll clean the mess up and come back with some water. Then I’ll probably finish my book. You just call if you need anything.”

“Can’t you stay?” Blue pleading eyes bore into hers, carrying a heaviness that overwhelms Y/N a bit. “Why?”

“Because… because I don’t want to be alone. Not- not with Stevie being so-” He doesn’t finish, but Y/N figures what he was about to say. She takes a second to look at her two friends, entangled like children in a bed too small for three people. Still, she finds herself nodding. “Alright. Just let me clean up.” She smiles what she hopes to be a reassuring smile and quickly leaves the room. She’s a bit curious why Bucky’s suddenly acting all uncertain. He used to take care of Steve for decades just fine. But tats something she’s going to discuss with him when Steve’s feeling better and Bucky doesn’t feel under pressure. For now, she’s just going to throw the bowl into the sink and gather her book to help one boy keep watching over the other.

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