#singer steve rogers

[elliemarchetti]

The Avengers (Metal Band!AU)

This is my fill for @steverogersbingo for the prompt Musician/Actor

Plot: The Avengers are a metal band (because let's be honest, it's the only genre where it's not impossible to find such a diverse group of people) and Wanda Maximoff is convinced she’s just a fan about to go to their concert.

TW: foul language? 

Words: 2209

The Avengers were a weird band, Wanda realized that. First of all, they were handpicked by the CEO of the label they worked for, secondly, their age ranged from twenty-five to forty-three at the time of their debut and third, they weren’t all American, with a Russian guitarist, a Norwegian screamer and a clean vocalist whose parents were Irish immigrants. In 2012 they released their first album, self-titled, fifteen tracks Wanda loved from the first to the last, with a certain predilection for those more focused on Steven Rogers’ wonderful voice. She didn’t deny she had some sort of celebrity crush for him, and sometimes her brother teased her about it, but she didn’t care, as long as he drove her to their concert. When the world tour for the release of their second album was announced, Wanda was jumping in her bedroom like a child, mostly because she saved up enough to be able to afford two tickets, standing seats front stage. At first Pietro didn’t seem to like much the idea, after all the concert of a band you’re not particularly passionate about can be a pretty boring experience, but when Wanda proposed to do the cleaning for a week, he ended up accepting the deal. Now, it must be recognized not everyone likes to listen to an hour and a half of guitar virtuosities and half electronic breakdowns, especially if in the middle there could be screams apparently incomprehensible to poorly trained ears, but Wanda really liked the genre and wouldn’t have given up the possibility to see her favourite band live only because her brother was a sissy. Even getting ready was fun. She wasn’t delusional, she knew there would be tons of beautiful girls in the crowd, and potentially, from the stage, with all those lights and special effects, no one would notice her makeup, maybe a little too heavy, or her black nail polish, but it was so long since she last had the luxury of choosing a cute outfit that she allowed herself to be ridiculous, all dressed up to go sweat in a jumping and screaming crowd.

“Trust me, you look beautiful, but that dress is absolutely wasted on the event,” her brother told her as they walked out. Pietro’s dilapidated car was parked a little ahead on the street, and Wanda wondered when it would finally leave them, forcing the twins to take the subway again. At least the apartment complex they were in was in a nice neighbourhood, even though the price they managed to get away with was probably dictated by the fact the elevator was constantly broken and they had to walk ten flights of stairs every time they wanted to go out.

“Don’t think about money now!” exclaimed Pietro, nudging her in the ribs. With him there was no need to talk, he recognized every look and the meaning of every silence. “Tonight all we have to do is have fun and maybe find someone to take home with us.”

“If you can, could you please not abandon me to sneak out with the first person more interested in a hook up than the music?” she asked, fastening her belt.

“I’ve never abandoned you!” he exclaimed, finally starting the engine. Wanda glanced at the time on the car stereo. If only she hadn’t known how Pietro drove, she would’ve said they were late. “It was just a moment of weakness for awesome tits.”

With an evil grin, he sank his foot into the accelerator, and when they finally reached their destination, Wanda wondered how they managed to get out alive from the traffic.

“Do you think I’ll be able to charm the beautiful bassist, even if I’m wearing a simple sports jacket?” he teased her, hopping to the gate for the standing area. If only Pietro hadn’t been so stupid, he would’ve had half of New York’s population at his feet, but there was no need to inflate his pride further.

“Isn’t he a little too old for your taste?” she asked, after they handed the tickets to a menacing-looking bodyguard.

“Do you already know the set list?” he asked, ignoring her question. Truth be told, there were no real limits to the attraction Pietro could feel for someone. Wanda gave him her phone, and watched sideways as he studied her guessings thoughtfully.

“Wait, I know this one!” he exclaimed, pointing to one of the first titles, earning quite a few indignant glances from the rest of the fans present. “Isn’t it the one that goes united we’ll fail and divided we’ll fall? A bit depressing, isn’t it?”

“Not if you listen to the lyrics in the end, but I suppose you skipped after the breakdown again,” she replied, trying to make sure they were in the best place to take pictures.

“What’s the point of putting one, if the song has to go on?” Pietro asked, following her like a dog. Her brother was all barking, but in the end he was as dangerous as a Chihuahua.

“I swear you’re not made for music,” Wanda commented, rolling her eyes. Truth be told, Pietro wasn’t made for anything that didn’t involve a strong adrenaline rush within thirty seconds from the start, that’s why he was so obsessed with extreme sports and one night stands. Suddenly, the auditorium seemed to fill up to burst, a sign that in a short time the lights would go out and a roar would precede the entrance of the Avengers. Live, Steven Rogers was no different from the photos, his clean, perfectly shaved face hiding a deep and incredibly sensual voice. Beside him, Thor looked like a mountain, his long blond hair now over his broad shoulders and his full beard completely covering the square shape of his jaw. Soon after, the guitarist and the bassist took their places, exchanging a knowing look. There were rumours of them dating, even though the age gap was more than ten years. The last to appear were the oldest: friends from university, where one studied robotics and the other nuclear physics, once they started working they were so unhappy with their lives they abandoned everything to pursue a career in music, which in principle didn’t turn out to be very profitable, although Stark continued to have a solo career, until the Avengers arrived. It must’ve been strange, to see your life change drastically after the age of forty. Just as she supposed, the show began with Breaking and Entering, and Wanda quickly got lost in the lyrics she knew by hearts. Another interesting fact about this band people might think was completely controlled by S.H.I.E.L.D., was the complete freedom the members had to make their ideas come to life. According to the credits on the albums, which she also bought in physical copy, the lyrics were written entirely by Steven and Thor, while the instrumentals was entrusted mainly to Natasha and Clinton, even if both the drummer and the keyboardist often gave their contribution.

“Don’t you dare record me while I sing!” exclaimed Wanda, when she noticed her brother with the phone pointed right at her face, smiling mischievously, half hidden by the screen.

“Already done, Mom will die of laughter when I’ll send it,” he replied, but she was more likely to have a heart attack, seeing them so crushed by the crowd to hear two big dudes sing of worn out memories and open wounds.

“Weren’t you here to have fun?” Pietro asked, in front of her annoyed expression, and in no time Wanda forgot about everything, Steven approaching dangerously fast, ready to high-five any fan who managed to lean out enough. It was like being hit by a wave too high, and in no time she found herself gasping, her ribs pressed against the balustrade that separated them from the safety corridor. Fortunately, the pressure didn’t last long, and for a moment she thought the singer’s blue eyes rested on her, as if to check she was okay. About halfway through the event, they played her favourite song from the second album, and by then she was pretty sure Steven was looking her straight in the eyes.

“It’s probably what everyone thinks. Maybe we don’t realize it and the poor guy is cross-eyed,” Pietro suggested, but Wanda realized he was trying to figure out if his sister wasn’t suddenly hallucinating. When she recognized the chords of The Mission where Vision should actually have been, Wanda felt her heart tighten. She hadn't even allowed herself to dream of such a fortuitous event, for she saw a couple lives on YouTube, and on previous dates, every time they played that song they pulled a couple of lucky fans onstage.

“It’s time to make a move,” Steven sang, in his heavenly voice. “And I know what we have to do. We have nothing to prove, not a plan to stick to, I can see through the pretty you, I know you want to fight too.”

“Sister, I swear he’s definitely staring at you,” Pietro yelled in her ear, hoping to be heard, but Wanda was completely lost, to the point she almost failed to see the big hand stretched right in her direction.

“He’s calling you, idiot!” Pietro yelled, giving her a loud bang on the shoulder. The singer gave him a crooked look, but he did everything in his power to let him know she was his sister. If Wanda wanted to get banged by a sweaty guy with biceps the size of her head, he wouldn’t be the one to stop her. Besides, it was good to see her having fun for once, but even more to hear her sing. It was since they moved to New York he hadn’t seen her do it in front of an audience, even though it was school plays at the time.

“I should be careful, this girl is going to steal my job!” joked Steven at the end of The Battle, and Wanda didn’t know what kept her from fainting. She spent the rest of the concerts in a trance, as if she couldn’t believe what just happened.

“If you behave like a normal person, I have the distinct impression you’ll even be able to earn a trip backstage,” said Pietro, when there were only a couple of songs left.

“You’ve been a wonderful audience!” Thor exclaimed, in a moment of pause. “That’s why I would like to hear you shout all your enthusiasm for the best discovery of this evening.”

“What’s your name, dear?” Steven asked, extending the microphone right in her direction. Wanda was paralyzed. No previous show had something like that and she wasn’t ready.

“My beautiful and very talented sister is called Wanda Maximoff,” replied Pietro, in a fake annoyed tone. “And if you want to have her for a few more songs, I think once she’s on stage she’ll recover her voice.”

The audience laughed, and her stupid brother gave her one of his dazzling smiles. Wanda felt her cheeks turn hot, and she was sure she was now as red as a pepper, but she still took the stage again. Why was it that whenever there was a pair of twins, one always had to be ridiculously outgoing and the other shy like a child on the first day in a new school?

“I guess you know Darkest Intentions, Wanda Maximoff,” Steven said into the microphone and all she could do was nod.

“How about we duet again?” Thor asked, and Wanda was sure her insides were twisted into a big and complex knot.

“I think you’ll have to support her Steve, the girl is shaking like a leaf,” Natasha said into the microphone. In addition to being the only girl and playing the guitar like a goddess, she also provided back vocals whenever needed.

“I’m sure she’ll be a good girl,” Steven replied, placing a large hand on her shoulder. The audience was in raptures, the exchange after all lasted only a few minutes, but Wanda felt too many eyes fixed on her, looks as sharp as blades, full of envy. She too would’ve envied whoever found themselves in that sandwich of muscles and talent, had she been in the audience, but at the moment she wasn’t sure she wanted to stay under all those probing gazes. For the first time since discovering the Avengers, she was grateful for a song to start with a grow, but her turn came too soon anyway, and only later she discovered the held her favourite singer’s hand the whole time.

“Thanks New York!” shouted Thor, who was the most energic of them all, and as if they were a theatrical company, the rest of the group also raised their hands and bowed in front of the audience. Wanda, who still had her hand in Steve’s, couldn’t help but imitate them. Before the crowd dispersed, picks, drumsticks and even the singers’ shirts were thrown, and judging by how sweaty they were, Wanda prayed no one would get them straight in the face.

“I say you deserve to celebrate too. What about a drink with us?” Steven proposed, and it was in that instant Wanda thought she was dead and gone to heaven.

#steve rogers bingo 2022 #musician steve rogers #singer steve rogers #wanda maximoff #pietro maximoff #thor odison #natasha romanoff #multi chapter #but you can read the first one as a stand alone too #scarletamerica #wanda maximoff x steve rogers #rarepair

[stuckyfingers]

Poll Result #1 "Your Pal, Your Buddy, Your Bucky"

Headcanoning that Steve was a singer (he mentions a barbershop quatret right?)

He gets drunk one night at a queer club and takes to the mic, despite never having soloed before. He's snapping his fingers for the band to follow as he sings; and throwing glances at Bucky, who's sitting at a table right under the stage.

My pal works down the docks for pay He dances on Saturdays, stays up late And spends his money on a lovely dame But can't stand looking at her that way

He holds his ladies close to him But meets my eyes over tumbler rim Says he needs love that hits like gin Well, I happen to be serving again-

My pal, my buddy, my Bucky- My love will give ya more than a beer drunk buzz Don't spend your dollars on the lipstick stains Don't spend your dollars on the lovely dames

My pal, my buddy, my Bucky, my dove Don't roost in other holes, or alcoves Don't spend your feathers on pigeon breasts You'll find strong love in your homing nest

#singer!steve rogers #captain america #Steve Rogers #stucky #1940s stucky #bucky barnes #art #stevebucky #steve and bucky #1940s #big band #painting #my art

[the-bau-quinjet]

Timeless

Summary: Steve breaks up with singer!reader because he doesn't want to hold her back. He starts to question everything after hearing the song she wrote for him.

Warnings: life in the Instagram era

word count: 4695

a/n: 100000% inspired by Timeless by Taylor Swift. i did not proofread this bc I am lazy so I do apologize for whatever typos there are

Masterlist

"I just don't get it," Steve overheard the young women talking while waiting in line for coffee. "She could literally be with anyone and she's gonna pick some old guy who literally fought in World War II?" He already had an idea of where this was going, but the response confirmed his fears.

"I know! Like Steve Rogers is hot but that's so weird! He's like 100 years old," she scoffed.

"A man out of time and probably out of touch," the first replied. "I bet he's totally holding her back."

Steve decided to forgo his coffee, simply turning around and leaving before things could get more awkward for him. Dating you has actually been when he's felt most at home in this century, but that doesn't mean he no longer struggles with his new present day.

Hardly a day goes by without you or someone else having to explain something to him, whether it be an insignificant reference to some tv show or more important information on how certain technology works. Suffice it to say, he feels like his age does show. It's something you've talked about in your relationship, but clearly, something Steve still struggles with.

He decided to walk back to the tower using the time to really think about what was best for you in terms of being with him. The first day the two of you met had been a particularly bad one for Steve, but somehow you managed to cheer him up. You've basically been inseparable since.

The more he thought about it, the more sure he was that those women were right. He was holding you back. You spend so much time with him, and at the tower in general, that you haven't really been living the same way you were before.

Before you met Steve, you had just finished your first world tour. You were always traveling or in and out of the studio. Now, you spend all your time in New York and you haven't had so much as a single performance outside of New York in the two and a half years you've been with him.

As he walked the last few steps up to the tower, Steve had already made his decision.

-

You were practically bouncing up and down on the couch as you waited for Steve to get home. After months of writing and recording in the home studio Tony set up for you, you could finally surprise Steve with some new songs. The one you were most excited about hadn't even been recorded yet. You were just too excited to share the lyrics to wait.

You couldn't help but reminisce as you waited, thinking about the first time you'd ever met. After your tour, all you wanted to do was go home and sleep, but Tony had personally invited you to his latest gala and your manager really pushed for you to go. Turns out, it was the best decision of your life.

The sound of the door opening down the hall broke you out of your daydream. The telltale sounds of Steve hanging up his jacket and tossing his keys in the dish by the door confirmed your suspicions.

You nearly tripped over the coffee table in your effort to greet him, but the look on his face stopped you dead in your tracks. "Steve?" you asked. "Are you okay?"

He sighed in response, one hand running through his hair as he looked at the ground. After a few seconds, he managed to meet your eye, but it did nothing to ease the nerves you were now feeling.

"Did something happen?" you asked just as he spoke up.

"We should break up."

His words felt like a physical blow in the silence that followed. You leaned back into the arm of the couch, suddenly unsure of everything.

"What?" you barely breathed out the question. The emotional whiplash was too confusing to process this quickly.

"I just, I don't think we should stay together. I wish I had more to say, but that's it." Steve cut straight to the bone, his own heart breaking. Still, he thought it was for the best.

"Oh," you barely managed to reply, still reeling from the shock. "Um, okay. I'll just... I'll just go."

You walked blindly down the hall and out the door, not even considering what you would do with all of your things that were in the apartment. You didn't even grab your purse, so you couldn't realistically leave the tower. Instead, you headed straight for the studio.

It felt like if you were recording a song about Steve, you could pretend that conversation didn't just happen. You could live in the past for just another few hours before reality finally hit you.

You still had the music pulled up in the recording booth. You'd gone so far as to take out some of the most inspiring pictures that lead to this song. There were plenty of pictures of you and Steve, but also the old black and white photos you found in the antique shop.

Thankfully Tony set things up so you could record on your own if you wanted, so that's exactly what you did.

Down the block there's an antique shop and something in my head said stop, so I walked in...

-

Instead of facing your emotions head-on, you dove into your work. You recorded every song you had left for the album, only contacting your manager and the label when things were finished.

They had a few things to tweak, but the record was ready not even two weeks later. Since you'd already been teasing the songs on tik tok, your label agreed to a surprise release. Thirteen songs would be released at the end of the week.

With the album ready and the date picked, you switched focus to scheduling performances at award shows and TV interviews. Anything to keep you from the gutwrenching reality of your emotions.

- Steve wasn't doing much better. His mood was foul and everybody could tell. Seeing as you were avoiding everyone by staying in an apartment owned by your label, the team tried cornering Steve for information.

"What the hell happened with Y/N?" Nat finally asked when Steve brushed off the slightly less invasive questions about how he was doing. He simply shook his head, glaring at an unphased Natasha.

"Have you listened to her new album?" Sam asked, trying to break the tension before all hell broke loose.

Steve tensed at the mention of your music. He had not listened to it, but the mere existence sent him into a spiral. In his eyes, it proved his point. Two and a half weeks without him and you were already releasing music. Something you hadn't done in the two and a half years you'd been together.

"Just leave me alone," he all but begged. Listening to the songs he knew- or at least strongly expected- would be about him was too much to even consider. He shook off the questions with the sheer desperation in his eyes. Everyone could tell it was hitting him hard, but not knowing why they broke up made it difficult to try and help.

-

Things continued much the same for the next month. Steve avoided all things that reminded him of you. You worked every second you could, desperate to not have to think about how everything went wrong.

In those few moments when you had actually thought about Steve, you more than anything wanted to know why. It had gotten so far as to you hovering your finger over his contact, one split second from calling when your manager phoned you instead.

"Hello," you answered, desperately trying to hide the strain from your voice.

"They want you to perform at the Grammy's," your manager, Gina, wasted no time with pleasantries.

"Oh my god," you didn't know how to feel. "That's in three days!" This album meant so much to you, but it was entirely about falling and being in love with Steve. How could you perform one of your best love songs on one of the biggest stages in music with a broken heart?

"Do they want a specific song?" Somehow your mind kept working even though your heart was breaking all over again.

"You get to choose," Gina continued to gush, but you couldn't listen. Having to choose was almost worse. You managed to tune back in for the last bit of information. "I know it's weird because you're not nominated, but nobody expected Rihanna to have to pull out. The news is her baby is the picture of health though! Since this is so last minute, they need to know what song the day after tomorrow for scheduling purposes."

"I'll do Timeless," you blurted out. Having to make the decision would be the worst part, right? So now you can just prepare and deal with it.

"You sure?" she asked, wary of it being one of the most detailed love songs on the album.

"Yep!" The enthusiasm was easy to fake. You were excited to perform at the Grammy's, and this is the song you're most proud of. It'll be fine.

"I'll let them know! Check your email for the itinerary. Bye!" she hung up in a flash, leaving you alone with your thoughts again.

Steve's contact was still pulled up on your phone. It felt like it was mocking you. Of course, Timeless would be the song you blurt out in a panic. It was the one you were most excited for him to hear. You can't imagine he's listened to the album. He might not even know it was released. A Grammy's performance was the closest to a guarantee that he'd hear it.

Now you just had to practice singing as if it wasn't going to emotionally wreck you.

-

"We've been invited to the Grammy's," Tony burst into the room with no preamble.

"Who's we?" Sam asked, already planning the suit he would wear in his mind.

"Four of us, bird brain," Tony replied swiftly. "Normally I'd be all over this, but I promised Morgan I would build her big girl bed with her tomorrow, so I'm stuck. You all have to go."

Nat, Sam, and Bucky all seemed okay with the invitation, and in Sam's case mildly excited. Steve, on the other hand, scowled at Tony. He was only about 60% sure the Grammy's were for music, but if the 60% was right he would rather go on a mission in Antarctica than potentially be in the same building as Y/N right now.

"I don't wanna hear it, Capsicle." Tony read the look on his face. "Four of us have to be there, and as our fearless leader that means you. Friday will send the details." He walked out much the same way he walked in, with a dramatic flair that left no room for questions.

"I guess we're going to the Grammy's," Nat cut a look across the room to Steve, gauging his reaction.

"So we are," he mumbled, quickly leaving the room before anyone could ask him about you.

-

Getting ready in your apartment was the only thing holding you together. Gina came over early this morning to lay out the details of your dress, hair, makeup, and any last-minute accessory decisions.

"You ready for this?" she asked, buzzing with excitement. The car would be here to pick you up any minute.

"As I'll ever be," you shakily replied. Despite making the decision quickly, you'd yet to settle the reality of performing the song in front of a crowd with how it felt to record it alone in a booth.

"Well, you can shake off those last few nerves right now. You're gonna be amazing. Remember, you're toward the end of the show. I guess you'll be a break from the nominated artists just before they announce album of the year, okay?"

You merely nodded in response, still trying to get over the nerves. You followed her down to the car, going over the lyrics in your head. Repetition was your best bet to stave off any emotional outbursts during the actual performance.

-

Steve had barely said a word all day, choosing instead to just float through the day. He wore the suit presented to him with no questions asked. He followed the schedule Friday had given him to a tee. He left no room for conversation, the glare on his face deterring any small talk.

He looked up the list of performers in an attempt to see if Y/N would be there, but she wasn't listed. The only thing causing him worry was the "surprise guest" that had been invited to replace Rihanna, who had to pull out of performing because she had a baby a few days ago. The amount of detail about other people's lives on the internet still surprised Steve sometimes, but he was glad to hear she was doing well- whoever she was.

He managed to hold it together through the red carpet, hearing whispers from the crowds that strung his and your name together. That was one of the things that drew the two of you together. It may have been a different kind of attention, but you both had faces the general public might recognize. Being the center of attention was never the goal for either of you, so your relationship remained largely private.

"Weird that he didn't walk the carpet with Y/N..." one guest whispered. Steve's enhanced hearing meant he could still pick up the voices. It was almost as if he was involuntarily listening for your name and honing in on the conversation.

"I mean, they've always been private... unless, do you think they broke up?" the responder gasped. Steve felt his heartbeat increase, being the subject of rumors and gossip never sat well with him.

"But this whole album is so happy! Maybe she-"

Steve was pulled inside before he could hear the rest. Probably for the best, he thought. Now that he knew you were here, he needed to focus on avoiding you.

Apparently, that wouldn't be hard. He and his fellow Avengers assigned seats were much further back than the musicians that were invited or nominated. He could see you from his seat, but you were far enough away to basically guarantee no forced interactions.

He merely sat in his seat, greeting people as they stopped by to say hello, and waited for the show to start. The quicker this thing was over, the quicker he would be able to go back to avoiding his feelings.

-

Walking the carpet was an absolute dream. You only wish you could've been more present. You were still incredibly nervous for your performance, and the murmurs you heard about the Avengers being in attendance did nothing to help.

You just had to choose to believe that Steve wouldn't come tonight. Unless he was so unaffected by the breakup that he could be here without it being a problem, which was a scenario you needed to put out of your head. No thoughts of break ups or Steve. At least, not until the performance.

Finding your table was easy enough once you got inside, and refusing to look around may have seemed odd, but people could easily chalk it up to nerves. Not many new about your surprise performance, but everyone knew it was your first Grammy's ceremony You were on tour when you were nominated for Best New Artist, ultimately winning the award, but missing out on the ceremony.

Other artists stopped by and chatted for a few minutes until eventually the lights dimmed and the show began.

-

Before long, a stage manager was ushering you out of your chair on a commercial break and bringing you backstage to get ready. You hadn't had much choice when it came to your carpet look- a gorgeous pink dress with plenty of tulle- but your performance look was more customizable.

You chose a dark blue set with plenty of crystals sewn onto the fabric. It looked like the night sky, and if blue is Steve's favorite color so what. This was the exact vibe you'd dreamed up when you were writing the song, so it only felt right to perform in it.

Your hair and makeup needed minimal changes, so after a few touch ups, you were being ushered toward the stage. It seemed everything backstage was happening fast enough to leave no time for nerves.

"And now, our long awaited surprise performer! She has taken the world by storm with her surprise release, I wouldn't be surprised if we saw her nominated for next year's awards. Please welcome F/N L/N performing Timeless!"

You were already seated at the piano when the curtains were drawn back. Although the song wasn't a piano ballad on the album, it felt right for this performance. You wasted no time getting started once the cheers died down.

Down the block there's an antique shop and something in my head said stop, so I walked in. On the counter was a cardboard box and the sign said "Photo's 25 cents each."

They were some very literal opening lines, and unsurprisingly the memories were flooding through you. You were out walking around the city, trying to clear your head, when you stumbled upon an antique store. The photos on the counter were the very first inspiration for lyrics to the vague idea of a song.

Black and white, saw a 30s bride and two lovers laughing on the porch of their first house. The kind of love you only find once in a lifetime. The kind you don't put down. And that's when I called you, and it's so hard to explain, but in those photos, I saw us instead.

It was so easy to envision Steve in the 30s, you couldn't help but put yourself in these photos with him. Your lives would be so different if you'd met back then, but there wasn't a doubt in your mind that you would love him just the same.

And, somehow, I know that you and I would've found each other. In another life, you still would've turned my head.

This was something you'd told Steve over and over. Every time he felt unsure of being in this time, you said "I would love you in any life, Steve. Any life. I'm just glad you found me in this one." You really had to gear up for the first chorus. It had one of the most telling, and therefore nerve wracking, lines.

-

Even if we'd met on a crowded street in 1944, and you were headed off to fight in the war. You still would've been mine. We would've been timeless.

Steve was slack jawed as he listened to your song for the first time. The way you were able to take the little memories and build such a beautiful melody out of them astounded him. His emotions were suddenly overwhelming, and there was now way for him to runaway from them this time.

I would've read your love letters every single night, and prayed to god you'd be coming home alright. And you would've been fine. We would've been timeless.

It wasn't that far off from this reality. Anytime Steve was on a mission, he'd write you letters to read while he was away. After the first time, you started writing letters for him to take with him as well. Even if the two of you couldn't talk on the phone, you had something from the other to tide you over.

'Cause I believe that we were supposed to find this. So even in a different life, you still would've been mine. We would've been timeless.

There was that line about a different life again. Steve already felt like he was living a different life, and somehow you knew exactly how to express what he was feeling while simultaneously reassuring him of your own love.

I had to smile when it caught my eye, there was one of a teenage couple in the driveway. Holdin' hands on the way to a dance and the date on the back said 1958. Which brought me back to the first time I saw you. Time stood still like something in this old shop.

Steve could still easily picture the very first second he saw your face. He wanted to be anywhere but Tony's party, having just come back from a mission that was only moderately successful. They had saved the hostages, but the Hydra agents managed to escape. He wanted nothing more than to track them down and being at the party would only delay everything.

When Tony brought you around for introductions, he found the mission had slipped entirely from his head. You somehow managed to lighten the mood without knowing why he was so grumpy, earning an uncharacteristic laugh from Steve still in Captain mode.

It was no surprise to anyone at the party when the two of you spent the rest of the evening together. Sitting at the bar, or the rare slow dance meant you could continue the never ending conversation.

Steve found himself so lost in thought, he missed most of the second verse and chorus. It wasn't until Bucky nudged him that he refocused on your words.

-

We're gonna be... I'm gonna love you when our hair is turnin' gray. We'll have a cardboard box of photos of the life we've made. And you'll say, "Oh my, we really were timeless."

You could feel the tears building through the second chorus and the bridge, but the third chorus really broke you down. You didn't understand why Steve decided it was best to break up and never getting that closure was taking its toll. You couldn't stop the few tears from falling, the notes that followed uncharacteristically wobbly.

-

We're gonna be timeless, timeless. You still would've been mine. We would've been... Even if we'd met on a crowded street in 1944. You still would've been mine. We would've been...

Steve could hear the tears in your voice easier than he could see them. His moment of weakness was haunting him as his own tears started to fall. He brushed them away quickly, forcing himself to hold it together until you were done.

Down the block there's an antique shop and something in my head said stop, so I walked in.

It was clear to him now more than ever that he was so wrong. He let his insecurities get the better of him, and messed up the single greatest thing that had come from being in this century.

With the show nearly over, he didn't think anyone would notice his absence. Instead of returning to his seat at the end of the commercial break, he slipped out a side exit. He wanted nothing more than to talk to you, but had no way of finding you.

"Steve!" He turned at the sound of a familiar voice calling his name. To his surprise, your manager was standing just a few feet away. "She left right after the song, said she's too tired for the afterparty."

Steve nodded, unsure why she was telling him.

"Here's her current address. Code to the elevator is 0704," she winked, passing him a slip of paper. Understanding dawned on him, and he wanted to scream.

"Thank you, Gina. Really," he managed to control the maelstrom of emotion, subtly slipping outside as quickly as he could. He was meant to ride home in the hired car with the rest of the Avengers, but your address wasn't too far from the Garden. He opted to walk, slowly transitioning into a run as his desperation grew. The flash of cameras followed him down the street, but with his speed he outpaced them quickly enough. He had one thing on his mind and one thing only, fixing things with you.

-

The pounding on your door scared you more than you'd care to admit. Nobody should be able to reach this floor without the code, but still. The knocking had an air of desperation that you wouldn't expect from anyone visiting right now. Gina was the logical choice, but was skipping the afterparty that big of a deal?

You had planned to double check through the peephole, but before you reached the door, the very last voice you'd have expected sounded clear through the door.

"Y/N? Gina, she gave me the code. I just, I need to apologize. I... I fucked up." He stalled, in nearly as much disbelief as you at hearing the words fall out of his mouth.

You swung the door open, gesturing for him to come in. You didn't trust yourself to speak. Hell, you barely trusted yourself to look at him. Once you both settled on the couch, you finally risked a glance.

Steve looked more distraught than you'd ever seen him, but his lack of explanation still left you reeling. He seemed to be at a loss for words himself until you looked at him.

"We really are timeless, huh?" he tried easing into things, instantly regretting his choice of words when you nearly vaulted off the couch.

"Steve, what the hell? You break up with me with no explanation and show up quoting my own lyrics to me?" your words lacked the anger you wished you could express, too raw from the performance to cover the dimensions of hurt. The tears were quick to return to your eyes as Steve slowly approached you.

He grabbed your hands in his and when you showed no signs of pulling away, tried again. "I made the biggest mistake of my life that day. Not just in not explaining, but in deciding I knew what was best for you. In thinking I was doing the right thing by giving in to my fears.

"You are single-handedly the greatest person I've ever known. And I overheard these women saying you could have anyone and do anything... I managed to convince myself that you deserved more. To pretend like breaking up with you was noble and not because I was afraid you'd come to the same conclusion as them"

"Steve," you shook your head, a few tears falling. You were at a loss for words. For the last two months, you thought he just fell out of love with you. His reasoning, although flawed, was reassuring. Still, it didn't undo the hurt he caused.

"I should've known better. And I can't undo what I've already done, but I can promise to never doubt you again. To come to you with my insecurities and listen to your voice when mine isn't strong enough. And I hope I can be that person for you in life- to reassure you when you feel lost." He took a deep breath before continuing, "I love you and if you'll have me again, I want to be timeless with you."

You could feel yourself squeezing his hands tighter and tighter as he spoke, trying to funnel the overwhelming emotions into physical exertion instead of tears.

"I love you too," you whispered, voice breaking on a fresh wave of tears. You wrapped your arms around him, letting him lead you back to the couch. You still had a lot to discuss, but right now, you just wanted him to hold you.

-

Bonus:

A few hours later, after many discussions about ignoring gossip and coming to each other with your problems, Steve finally managed to work up the nerve to voice once more question.

"Is the rest of the album about loving me, or is there a breakup song on there? Because I can handle it, but I might need some warning."

You stared at him for a beat before the question really sunk in.

"You haven't listened to any of it?" you confirmed. When he nodded, you just smirked. "While, I guess you'll find out right now then."

You knew it was 13 songs expressing different kinds of love for him, but you would let him sweat it out for the next 57 minutes.

a/n: here are the songs I envision on the album lol:

Timeless, Call It What You Want, Sweet Nothing, Daylight, New Year's Day, invisible string, Dress, False God, Paper Rings, Cornelia Street, evermore, Today Was A Fairytale, Lover

taglist:

Permanent: @averyhotchner @jesuswasnotawhiteman @strawberryspence @andrwgxrfield @jswessie187 @ellobruv @alohastitch0626

Marvel: @leyannrae @livstilinski @oceaniamaddness @justreadingficsdontmindme @ladydmalfoy @freyathehuntress

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers fic #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers #steve rogers x singer!reader #captain america x reader #steve rogers fluff

[mx-your-name]

More (mostly story) head canons of Singer!Reader x Yandere Steve Rogers!

TW: Mention of murder and death, technically kidnapping, yandere behavior, obsessive love, manipulation if you squint your eyes

-Since you and Steve had gone on a “date” you started talking to him more after your songs were finished or doing the day when you weren’t working.

-Everything was nice and sweet, Steve was really a nice guy and didn’t have a single bad bone in his bone, you think.

-It was mostly one single night that started it all for the improvement of your guys' relationship. That made your relationship go down uphill from then on.

-Like any regular normal shift you had started your song, but this time was different because it was a love song. Some people grabbed their partner or others decided why not dance with each other through the whole thing.

-Steve decided to just sit there and watch you, soon getting up and walking a bit closer to get a better view since people kept walking right in front of him blocking your beauty from his point of view.

-Though towards the end of the music you had done a little spin but easily tripped over your red heels that you were wearing that matched your red dress with white polka dots.

-Right before you had hit the ground a pair of familiar arms had caught you opening your eyes just to meet with Steve’s who offered you a smile.

-Thanking him once you got set down on the ground after finishing your singing while looking him in the eyes unable to look away. Maybe it was the hand behind your head that made you look at him.

-Going back to the back round once dismissing yourself, the uneasiness sat in your stomach like it was positive when being after Steve.

-Perhaps it was your eyes, or voice, or your everything that drew Steve in to want to know you more. He knew that the both of you were meant to be together unlike the male that tried getting your number that had got killed by Steve went missing!

-Even if you ever denied your love for him, Steve knew you loved him back because of the look in your eyes when staring back at when singing that single line. That you had fallen for him. Literally.

-Of course Steve drove you home since you two live together.

-What do you mean you don’t? Do you live alone? No, you don’t! You moved in last week. Maybe go talk to a doctor about your memory. All your stuff at the house of your old apartment was sold to an old married couple.

-Well you're gonna have to stay or are you gonna sleep outside? You decided you’ll just sleep on the couch since all the rooms were full of empty boxes stuff.

-You ended up cuddling Steve in bed? You must have come in the middle of the night when you had gotten cold all alone.

-Your friend got killed? They shouldn’t have been outside alone in the middle of the night.

-Someone asked you out? Their dead body is on the news, and you somehow have a ring on your finger that matches Steve’s.

-Blaming Steve for doing everything that ruined your life? Maybe you REALLY need to see a doctor about your memory.

-You're fired from your job? That’s okay! Steve could everything just stay home and be the good house wife you are!

-Just don’t question it too much. After all if you do keep questioning things then Steve’s gonna make sure that you actually do forget your memory’s. You won’t have a chance either way!

-Steve would definitely ask force you to sing him a song. After all your voice is the most beautiful thing he’d always listen to on repeat even if you were just talking about a movie, show, gossip, etc, etc.

#Yandere marvel #singer reader #yandere steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #Yandere Steve rogers x reader #singer reader x Steve rogers #marvel #marvel x reader #captain america #dark!steve rogers #dark!steve rogers x reader #x reader

[winterspiderpurrs]

Part 1:

Part2:

While eating together Peter's phone rings and he excuses himself. " It's my manager... this might be a bit. Steve you can show Bucky the extra guest room? Tony you can have my bed. I'll be in my studio for most of the night"

" I'm not going to take your bed I can just-"

" No no... it's fine. You will be up early anyway I'll get in then if I need to. "

Peter leaves the room, you can hear him talking to someone before he is to far away. There is an awkward silence at the table Steve glancing between where Peter used to be sitting to Tony and then to Bucky. After finishing a piece of bread Bucky wipes his hands and mouth with a napkin.

" Probably is gonna be busy... heard he released a new single the other day"

Tony and Steve perk up at that. Tony pulls out his phone, tapping away. A smile is on Steve's face. " That's great! I heard he was thinking about a new album, but it's been a moment since he released anything."

Tilting his phone up a projection of the music video appears. Peter walking bare foot in a dark room, skinny jeans and an overly large tshirt that says "I survived my trip to NYC" his hair unruly mess, he might have mascara on to make his lashes stand out a bit. A faint dusting of glitter on his cheeks. Before he starts to sing.

"The truth is bulletproof

There's no fooling you

I don't dress the same

Me and who you say

I was yesterday

Have gone our separate ways

Left my living fast

Somewhere in the past

'Cause that's for chasing cars

Turns out open bars

Lead to broken hearts

And going way too far

I know I used to be crazy

I know I used to be fun

You say I used to be wild

I say I used to be young

You tell me time has done changed me

That's fine, I've had a good run

I know I used to be crazy

That's 'cause I used to be young"

Tony just stares at the up close face of a teary eyed Peter singing, his face blank. Bucky watching intensely but glancing up at Tony. Steve looking sad as he over hears some of the words that he knows Tony had yelled at Peter in their last big fight before Peter left. Steve thinks Tony was trying to find an excuse to push Peter away; especially since he knew he cheated on him on a drunk night at the bar with Pepper. After the big fight a month later, they were close to reconciliation, but then Pepper announced the pregnancy. Peter didn't have to be a math wizard to add up the dates.

So 6 years ago he packed his bags for good. Tony was able to set this place up for him. Had Steve as his personal body guard for a few months after. Even now Steve visits Peter off and on. Steve getting Peter into tattoos- his favorite was the type writer font of 'Queens' just under one of his collar bone. Tony jealous of how close they got but he avoids Peter if he can and just keeps tabs on him from a distance.

"Take one, pour it out

It's not worth crying 'bout

The things you can't erase

Like tattoos and regrets

Words I never meant

And ones that got away

Left my living fast

Somewhere in the past

And took another road

Turns out crowded rooms

Empty out as soon

There's somewhere else to go, oh

I know I used to be crazy

I know I used to be fun

You say I used to be wild

I say I used to be young

You tell me time has done changed me

That's fine, I've had a good run

I know I used to be crazy

That's 'cause I used to be young

I know I used to be crazy

Messed up, but God, was it fun

I know I used to be wild

That's 'cause I used to be young

Those wasted nights are not wasted

I remember every one

I know I used to be crazy

That's 'cause I used to be young

You tell me time has done changed me

That's fine, I've had a good run

I know I used to be crazy

That's 'cause I used to be young"

Most people will probably think its about the party lifestyle he had at the start of his career. People knew he was seeing someone but the public never knew who. And Tony always made sure no one would find out. Had Peter dressing fashionably and made sure he had the right connections in the industry, but that was never Peter. With his geeky tee-shirt and big sweaters is what Peter longed to keep wearing. But he had to be " youthful" and "edgy" " carefree " Peter had wanted to slow down. He wanted to spend more time with Tony and be out. The big fight when Peter came out on TV as gay.

Being in the family... you won't get normal. The moments when they were safe in the penthouse in Manhattan. Curled up on the couch, whispering promises of tomorrow. In the beginning, it was clubs and back rooms. To make it seem like it was just a fling, it was not serious like it was plus it got Peter out in the clubs performing. Peter didn't want to be a dirty secret, but he was willing to push that aside. Take what he could get. But it wasn't enough.

After all the fights, they still cared for each other still. It's evident when they look at each other. They were in a good place now, they still didn't really talk, but they checked in on each other now.

Maybe, Steve thinks when he gets the chance he can explain the history of Tony and Peter to Bucky. How Tony discovered Peter when he was 16, brought him around the 'family' once he was 18 and the break up when Peter was 22. Or how Steve loved to escape and spend time with Peter and how one night at a bar they went a little to far....

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This is a Lil messy cause I ended up mushing two ideas together and just wanted to get it posted! Hopefully yall still like it!

#writing prompt #song is miley cyrus Used To Be Young and i am currently obsessed with it #past starker #starker #singer peter #still dont know if i will keep adding to this #dunno if i want to try for a starker ending #or go for winterspider spidershield... #winterspiderpurrs #winterspider #shieldspider #spidershield #tony stark x peter parker #peter parker x steve rogers

[smol-blue-bird]

I'm sorry but I will never understand people who make different save files for all of the wacky shit they do in the sims. "Oh I have one cute suburban save and one save for challenges and another save for historical—" No. The entire point of the Sims is building a palace of ancient Roman mermaids right next to your four-story apartment building filled with glitched-out half-vampire wizard hybrids and medieval alien princesses. If your entire game isn't filled with badly-made historical figures and movie characters autonomously killing each other with mods, what are you even doing?

#i mean I'm not shaming people who enjoy suburban family gameplay #but you can do that in my messy Everything Under The Sun save #for example I have a household consisting of Dido (the queen of Carthage not the singer) and Steve Rogers #they autonomously adopted four children and a pink cat named Speckle and they seem very happy #I once made a bunch of Byzantine emperors and set them loose and story progression gave them whole households and everything #Anastasius I Dicorus is married to Bella Goth #My main sim right now is an alien mad scientist who's raising three children while occasionally going on violent rampages with a death ray #and she lives in a hobbit hole #so like. there's family gameplay in there. #you don't have to be boring about it

[singeratlarge]

Chris Andrews SONG OF THE WEEK: “Only a Fool” https://timchrisandrews.bandcamp.com/track/only-a-fool —Chris put a feisty vocal on this punchy song with a word-playing romantic message. “I say this is perfect pop music song-crafting,” says singer-songwriter and recording artist Johnny J. Blair. On a cosmic jukebox it would play next to Cliff Richard, Leo Sayer, and Steve Winwood. If this is your introduction to Chris Andrews, he’s a British singer-songwriter and recording artist whose songs have been covered by Roger Daltrey, David Essex, and Davy Jones (Monkees). Under the name Tim Andrews he was a champion of late 60s psychedelic pop and (later), as Kris Ryder, he released New Wave synthpop sides in the 80s. Chris was also part of the seminal freakbeat band Fleur de Lys. This is a sample of Chris’s current material…

#fool #chrisandrews #popmusic #popsong #feist #punchy #romantic #lovesong #singersongwriter #CliffRichard #LeoSayer #Britpop #poprock #stevewinwood #rogerdaltrey #davidessex #davyjones #monkees #krisryder #fleurdelys #johnnyjblair

#johnny j blair #singer songwriter #music #pop rock #monkees #davy jones #chris andrews #Cliff Richard #Leo Sayer #Steve Winwood #britpop #Roger Daltrey #David Essex #Bandcamp

[itsprashimusic]

Masterlist

Hello, welcome to my masterlist where you can find all of my works. Take a look around, see if anything sparks your interest.

Reblogs always help, comments make my day and so do likes. You feedback is welcome, just please be respectful.

~ Marvel ~

⇒Bucky Barnes

Honey [2.2k]

A Barnes Birthday (xwife!Reader) [1.3k]

Imagine bucky comforting you before your test tomorrow

⇒Steve Rogers

I'll be strong for you (Part 1) (x desi!Reader) [650]

You make me strong (Part 2) [985]

⇒Avengers

Marvel Characters Reacting to Different Desi Traditions (to be posted)

"I got it! I got it!!!!" (Steve Rogers x Reader) [3.6k]

~ Singers ~

After so long [273]

⇒Harry Styles

Don't Let Me Down (ex!Harry Styles x singer!Reader) [4.5k] (most popular)

⇒Louis Tomlinson

You Are In Love (WIP)

~F1~

⇒Lando Norris

Maybe Leave The Cooking To Me [1.4k]

⇒Charles Leclerc

Wildest Dreams Warm Realities (xindian!fem!Reader) [2.6k]

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

#marvel masterlist #singers masterlist #actors masterlist #bucky barnes #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #male!singer #louis tomlinson #avengers #itsprashimusic masterlist

[enter-the-phantom]

Important information.

Now I have to explain to my dad what a catboy is and why he is one.

(Dean is also canonically a dogboy, so stay mad)

#my memes #psych #carlton lassiter #shawn spencer #Loki #tony stark #steve rogers #bobby singer #hunter dad #sammy dean #dean winchester #sam winchester #garth #peter quill

[otaku4life16]

Lead Singer Loki (Prompt Request)

Loki goes to earth and changes up his look a bit (doesnt have his long hair slicked back, wears eye liner, and maybe is dressed in a bit of leather) and he then joins a band. (they do rock and rock alternative music I’m thinking stuff like :Imagine dragons, Halsey,three days grace, pretty reckless, linkin park, ect). Loki and his band get pretty good and pretty soon they’re famous. And somehow none of the Avengers or Shield notice that the lead singer of the famous band is Loki. that is until its too late because now they cant remove him without it making international headlines for him being missing.

#loki #Loki Laufeyson #marvel #singer loki #shield #loki is not dead #prompt #prompt request #rocker loki #Avengers #captain america #Steve Rogers #Iron Man #tony stark #clint barton #hawkeye #natasha romanoff #black widow #hulk #bruce banner #thor #i love loki #loki odinson

[confusednerddownthestreet]

Who I write for - part 1

For character x fem! reader

Marvel

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Loki Friggason

Tony Stark*

Peter Parker

Clint Barton*

Thor Odinson

Sam Wilson

Supernatural

Sam Winchester

Dean Wnchester

Castiel Novak

Bobby Singer*

Fallen

Daniel Grigori

Cam Briel

*- I will only write these characters in a platonic role ( such as a sibling, parent, best friend, etc) with the reader as I've never seen as anything but that and would struggle to write them any other way.

I mostly write Marvel

This list will more than likely expand in the future.

If you would like for me to write for a character that is not on this list, then ask me about it and I will think about, or we can discuss it.

I reserve the right to decline or ignore any request or pairing for any and all reasons.

As always - I am eternally confused. Thankyou!!

#marvel x platonic reader #marvel x you #marvel x y/n #bucky x reader #steve rogers x reader #tony stark x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #peter parker x reader #loki x reader #thor x reader #clint barton x reader #sam wilson x reader #supernatural x reader #supernatual x you #sam winchester x reader #dean winchester x reader #castiel x reader #charlie bradbury x reader #bobby singer x reader #jody mills x reader #donna hanscum x reader #ellen harvelle x reader #supernatural x y/n #fallen x reader #fallen x you #fallen x y/n #daniel grigori x reader #cam briel x reader #lucinda price x reader #lucifer x reader

[wayward-dreamer]

My sister and I just spent 30 mins discussing Steve Rogers sex life thanks to that line from She-Hulk 😂

#she-hulk #steve rogers #captain america #some of y’all thinking it’s Peggy he lost his virginity to #and you couldn’t be more wrong #it was a star spangled singer I’m sure of it #it was ON the uso tour #I’m fully prepared to ted talk this

[holley4734]

Garlen Lo: Flawless Friday Video

@GarlenLoMusic @musiccitymemo #music @MusicBlogRT @MuseBoost @_TeamBlogger #steverogers @ITHERETWEETER1 #musicvideo #newmusic #newmusicalert

Singer-songwriter Garlen Lo of London has a captivating video for his song, “Steve Rogers,” which is the Flawless Friday Video this week. We love all of the superhero references. It is also really sweet that a regular person will go above and beyond for the one they love. Who wouldn’t want someone around that has your back? It doesn’t have to be Steve Rogers or Thor I guess. Lo says, “It’s a…

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#featured #Flawless Friday Video #Garlen Lo #indie pop #music #music blog #Music video #singer songwriter #Steve Rogers

[mx-your-name]

(Storyline) Head cannons of Singer!Reader x Yandere Steve Rogers!

So I’d like to imagine that Steve Roger would probably fall in love slowly in a regular universe. But if you were a bar singer that sung every single night around the same time being 7pm to midnight he’d fall pretty quickly for you. Cause like- why wouldn’t he fall in love with your amazing singing voice??

Now imagine it went something like this.

-Your on your daily shift at a well known bar in New York, and it’s a Saturday which means your night to sing an old fashion song that you’ve always sung every Saturday night each weekend. Which attracted lots of people because not only is it an old fashioned song but it’s you singing.

-So to everyone’s surprise Steve Rogers had decided to come to a bar the same day you were gonna sing a song that he knew. He only came since Tony was saying that he should leave free a little and go meet someone with the others agreeing on that too. He later soon gave in, which led him to see you on stage.

-He didn’t think of nothing at first watching some people sing right before it was your turn next. Sighing as he thought he should pay and head back to the tower but stopped in his tracks as you began singing a familiar song he knew.

-That song being your favorite old time song that was ‘It's Been a Long, Long Time’ an old time classic song.

-So imagine his surprise when he started feeling like you were chanting a love spell on him or something. Like it was only meant for him, but the best part for him when the two of you made eye contact. At that Steve knew that he found someone he fell in love with at first sight. It was like a fairy tale to him that people would talk about.

-Giving Steve a small soft smile as you liked away, grabbing the microphone off the stand as you walked around a bit on stage to calm the attention of eyes just staring at you.

-To you it felt like any normal Saturday night, people watching or others looking like they’re in love with each other again, but for Steve it was a completely different story. It felt like time had frozen between the two of you and no one was there anymore, just you and him.

-When the song ended you took your bow while everyone was clapping at your amazing performance, before walking off to the backstage glad that everyone liked it and relaxing your tensed muscles.

-While you were walking off everyone turned their attention to the person who started speaking about who was gonna start singing next, Steve on the other hand watched your figure go to the back disappearing from his view.

-For the rest of the night you helped clean the back stage or the corner bar as people continued singing or watching from the crowd.

-Steve on the hand was looking around trying to find you but has since to see you by waiting at his table hoping you’d sing again but you didn’t.

-Soon enough closing time came so everyone had to leave while the workers had to stay to clean up before heading home to only return the next day, he had left a bit disappointed that he didn’t get to see you.

-The next day came around, Steve had decided to come again around the same time he did the day before. When it was your turn to sing ago he had felt the same feeling from the night earlier. Sadly it wasn’t the same song from yesterday but he didn’t mind, you were the one doing the chorus after all.

“Stars shining bright above you..”

You started singing as Steve admired you, a female waitress came over to Steve’s table refilling his glass which he paid no action to. “She has a pretty voice, wouldn't you agree?” The female spoke up glancing at you from the corner of her eye.

“Yeah, she does, doesn't she?” He agreed, smiling softly, watching you swing side to side to the slow and calming music. “Hmm, you're not the first to say that,” your friend who was Trisha said, setting his cup back down onto the table.

“Night breezes seem to whisper ‘I love you’. ”

“What do you mean?” His attention was now shifted away from you, your voice in background but still there as he listened to your voice along with the conversation. “I said what I said. You’re not the first to come in here and say that she’s so pretty or has a nice voice.” Placing a hand on her hip, lifting an eyebrow at Steve.

“Well I don’t think that, I mean she's really amazing even if I don’t know her. I’d do probably anything for her.” Steve answered, shifting his eyes back at you who was still singing.

“Birds singin’ in the sycamore trees.”

“Anything you say? How far would that love go? Would it last forever? Or only until you really know her?” Trisha interrogated, she was always so protective of you ever since you had gotten your heart broken since your ex said he only loved you because of your looks and voice.

“I'd probably drop my job to see her smile brightly every day. Maybe even go as far to apologize if they made her sad.” That so far was true but Steve knew he most likely go as far to even break someone’s broke or kill have a chat with them. Trisha hummed at that walking away to the back. Steve focused all this attention back onto you at the front of the stage, smiling gently.

“Say ‘Night-ie-night’ and.. kiss me.”

Your eyes soon locked onto his own in a matter of seconds during that sentence. Steve felt like his breath hitched and time itself had fully stopped as only the two of you were able to move. Furthermore Steve felt like that specific line was towards him, like you wanted to say goodnight to him every night.

Like you wanted him to kiss you goodnight as he held you in his arms. Like you wanted to go to sleep and wake up together every single day, like a normal married couple would do.

-Later that night the song had soon come to an end with you taking a bow out of politeness and thankfulness. When you went to the back Trisha had told you about Steve and mentioned what he told her.

-Wanting to see it for yourself so you decided to go give a refill of his drink whenever he finishes his cup first. Steve was surprised to see it was you and not Trisha repouring his glass cup.

-The two of you were able to have a small talk that ended with you telling him to meet you tomorrow outside the bar at 8am sharp. And if you were to not see him by that time then you’d simply leave and never want him to ever see you again which Steve quickly and happily agreed to without any hesitation.

-To your surprise he was there at exactly 8am sharp like you had told him too. You knew that being early and late was a thing but there on the dot? That was a whole different story.

-That whole entire day he had something planned whether it was to see a movie, get ice cream, or even just walk around the park to chat about yourselves. You were really surprised not only was he totally completely opposite to other guys you’ve met but he also made sure you didn’t pay for anything at all.

-Even Trisha was surprised when you told her everything when you arrived back at work when Steve took you both there. Steve said he’ll gladly stay and watch you perform as always.

-Overall Trisha gave you the thumbs up meaning that he might just be the one!

-He’s a green flag after all! Right? Right..?

#Marvel #steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #yandere steve rogers #Yandere Steve rogers x reader #marvel x reader #singer reader #first time posting #yandere marvel #captain america #dark!steve rogers x reader #dark!steve rogers #x reader

[myfictionaldreams]

Day 26: Overstimulation - Steve Rogers

Summary: It's the 1940's, and you're a dancer on the infamous USO tour showcasing Captain America. You're due on stage in 5 minutes, but Steve's too busy with his face between your legs.

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, begging, exhaustion, innocent!Steve (kinda)

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“We’re on in 5 minutes! I repeat, 5 minutes. Did you hear Mr Rogers?”

“Hmm? Yeah, 5 minutes, I heard!” Steve’s head perked up from between your legs, wetness coating his lips and chin as he shouted through the door to the stage hand.

Your body collapsed onto the desk, completely worn out. Eyes heavy, struggling to stay open, and lungs burning with how out of breath you were. “Please, I need to go and get ready; the girls will wonder where I am”.

Steve licked his lips and began to spread your thighs again, his hold hard enough to leave bruises behind as you sighed heavily, head falling back against the mirror. “Just one more; I know you can do it, then you’ll feel much better when you’re dancing baby”. His face descended to your cunt, tongue lapping at your already sensitive hole, his nose pushing and stroking against your engorged clit.

Steve had been at it for what felt like hours. You were one of the dancers on his USO tour across America, dancing and singing every night in a new city to sold-out crowds. You watched as the infamous Steve Rogers sold the bonds and punched fake Adolf Hilter in the face for the crowd's entertainment.

The tour had been going on for weeks as the war ravaged worldwide. Steve had kept to himself, appearing to be scared of any female that walked past him, let alone any of the dancers or singers on stage, even though he had hundreds of women ready to throw themselves at him.

You felt bad for him, the big superstar who sat lonely in his room every night, so you worked up the nerve to speak to him one day. He was sweet, attentive, and very innocent, and you quickly drew him out of his comfort zone. A few kisses and cuddles turned into more risque. He was a virgin when you first met him, and you were completely respectful of that, but after a few awkward fumbling, you decided to take charge and show him how to move, touch and feel, pleasuring both him and you.

The first time Steve made you cum, it was like a light bulb switched in his brain. He was obsessed. The more you taught him about your body, the more he would want to hear your sweet melodic sighs of euphoria, to the point that it was starting to interfere with your work.

Which brings you to today. You’d visited him in his little dressing room at the back of the theatre, intending to get his lunch and ended with your panties on the floor and skirt bunched around the waist and legs over his shoulders as he ate you out to perfection. Every suck and lick had your back bowing and fingers trembling to cover your mouth to stop those outside the door from hearing your multiple orgasms.

Your entire body felt like it was burning from the inside out. You were stuck between being wholly exhausted and wanting the moment never to end. Due to past experiences, you knew that Steve’s stamina was devastatingly good due to the super serum. Once, you’d fucked all night, and you couldn’t walk the following day and had to call in sick to the show, which Steve was pink-cheeked and apologetic for, forgetting just how fragile you were compared to him.

You were getting close to that point again, attempting to push against his shoulders weakly, knowing you should stop but not wanting him to because you were so close to your next orgasm. You weren’t sure how many you’d had; all you were aware of was that your pussy was plump from all the stimulation, your clit was throbbing to the point that Steve could feel your heartbeat against his tongue, and your hole ached from the number of times it had clenched and tightened.

“Just one more”, Steve had repeated so many times that you could hear him saying it in your lucid mind. Slumping back against the mirror, the pleasure built, his tongue lapping your juices and stroking your clit, plunging and twitching in your pussy as he held you down on his desk.

The waves of the orgasms throbbed through your entire body, your hands pulling at his hair to move him away from your pussy as you sat up, losing control for a second as your body tried to process the euphoria.

“You’re so beautiful, Doll. You’ve done so well for me”, Steve encouraged, his hands massaging your aching thighs as you tried to catch your breath. As the pulses in your cunt calmed, you leaned forward until your head rested against his shoulder, his arms moving around your hips as he cradled you close.

“I might need to cancel the show”, you say, trying to wiggle your toes but finding your limbs were slow in response.

Steve moved back slightly to look at your flushed face, “You know you can’t do that, Baby. You’re on your last warning. Sorry, I’ll try to stop doing this before shows; sometimes I just can’t help myself.”. He pecks your lips softly, and you lean into the touch and try to slow your breathing to calm your body.

A knock at the door disrupts the embrace, “We need you at the stage door in 1 minute!” The stagehand shouts through the door, and you refrain from groaning.

“Could you help me get dressed, please?”

“Of course!” Steve was as sweet as ever, finding your panties and shorts for your costume and helping to pull them back onto your trembling legs. When you tried to stand and straighten your skirt and top, your knees buckled, but thankfully, he caught you, holding you for a couple of seconds until you found your strength.

Looking in the mirror, you tried not to cringe at the streaks you’d left behind on the surface, and then there was your appearance, completely glazed-over expression, and hair a mess, but you didn’t have time to sort either. Rushing to the door, you cringed internally and how sensitive you felt between your legs and how uncomfortable it was to walk with your pussy slightly swollen.

Steve was behind you, opening the door to allow you to step out and rush to the curtain. Making sure no one else was around, you turned and leaned up to kiss him sweetly, “Break a leg.” you wished him luck before running to join the others, who all gave you exacerbated looks for nearly being late.

The show was nearly a disaster; your legs became heavy halfway through from exhaustion, but thankfully, Steve caught you, somehow managing to play it off as part of the play, catching the damsel before continuing with the show.

Your entire body was warm to the touch, and the bright overhead lights only worsened it. As you danced across the stage, you became increasingly more aware that your panties were drenched, your pussy still flowing with juices, to the point that you were worried it had leaked through your shorts for the audience to see.

By the end, your cheeks ached from fake smiling, and the muscles in your legs were burning to the point that you collapsed on the stairs as you exited the stage. You were exhausted, eyes hardly open as one of the girls asked if you were okay.

“Sweetheart? Are you coming down with something?” the show manager asked, but you waved everyone away.

“I’m fine; I just need to sleep”, you explained whilst thanking one of the other girls who had returned with a glass of water.

“What’s going on? Hey, are you okay?” Steve asked, pushing his way through the crowd. Your body heated even more as Steve’s eyes widened briefly before he tried to mask his reaction. It was evident in your contract that you were not allowed to form intimate relationships with the show's star, which of course was Steve, so whatever it was that you had with Steve had to stay hidden, even though you were sure everyone suspected it.

“Everything’s fine, Mr Rogers, she’s just cooling off”, the manager attempted to move his prize possession away, not wanting him to worry about any of the girls and push him back to his awaiting taxi.

“She doesn’t look fine; why don’t I take her to a doctor?” Steve suggested, lowering himself so that you were both eye to eye.

“She doesn’t need a doctor; she’s fine, aren’t you, sweetheart?” the manager tried to reassure, but you were too tired even to respond.

“Ok, let me rephrase this, I’m going to take her to a Doctor, now move out of my way”, Steve demanded, actually standing up to the manager for once as he slid one arm under your knee and the other supporting your back as he lifted you, your head rolling onto his shoulder.

You relaxed into the hold, the sway of it helping to lull you into a half-asleep state. Only when the two of you were alone in the taxi did you decide to speak finally. “I don’t need a doctor, I just need to sleep”.

“I know, baby. I just wanted to get you away from everyone. I’m sorry for going so hard earlier, and I’ll try and calm it down from now on”, Steve apologised, holding your body close to his as the taxi began to move towards the motel you were all staying at.

You grinned, tilting your face towards his, “I didn’t say you had to stop, Steve”.

His eyes flicked between your lips and eyes, a small smile forming on his handsome face. Giving you a quick kiss on your temple, the two of you relaxed into the embrace as you quietly fell asleep.

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[spidybaby]

hey can i get one with Pablo, where he reacts to his gf after winning at the vmas? thanks

Our Song

Summary: Gavi surprise you after your win at the vmas ✨️

Warnings: cursing.

"I'm so nervous." You say biting your nail. The car is in the queue for the carpet.

"Princesa, don't worry about it. You're going to rock it."

"I don't even think I'm going to win."

"I think that just being there, able to have a platform to share your amazing art, is already a win, babe."

"So you think my art is amazing." You say, joking with him. "Thank you, mi amor"

"Hey, Y/n, we're almost there." Your manager announced. That was the signal for you to say your goodbyes to him.

"Mi amor, I have to go." You pout, not wanting to say goodbye.

"Break a leg, or I don't know. But I love you so much." He laughs, making a ducky face, sending a kiss.

"Te quiero." (I love you) you say, sending him a kiss and telling him to go to sleep.

You take two deep breaths, touching your wrist where the silver bracelet is. The little "P6" in honor of your boyfriend, a gift he made you on your anniversary.

"Ready?" They ask you. You nod.

The screams of the people waiting to see the artists are the only sounds you can hear. The flashes hit you and the camera crew focusing on your arrival. You wave your hands to the public. Making them yell your name.

Your manager pushes you lightly to the way of the carpet. The theme was pink, pink carpet, and pink awards.

You pose for the cameras, smiling at them. Most of the time, all they say is "look over here." Or "on your left." Like if they're Steve Rogers. But this time, the fans screaming are overpowering their voices.

You walk over to the interview spot. Your manager set you up for one only because you didn't feel like doing more than that.

"Hello, hello, so happy to see you." The blonde reporter says. She's one of the nicest people you have ever met in the media. "Oh God, you look amazing tonight. Tell me who you are wearing?"

"Hello to you too." You laugh. "Well, I'm wearing Versace. Donatella and I designed this look for our new collaboration."

"It's amazing, you look like a shining star."

"Thank you."

"Now tell me, you're nominated to five awards, and in all categories, you have amazing competition. How do you think you're going to do tonight?"

"Well, if I'm honest with you, I'll be surprised if I even win something. But as my boyfriend says, I'm lucky to be able to be here, I'm lucky to be able to share my art and have amazing fans who support me all the way."

"Talking about boyfriends, you're here alone."

"Not every fairytale has a present prince." You joke, making her laugh. "He's working, but he made sure to send his good luck wishes to me before the ceremony."

"We love a supportive partner. Thank you for your time, hope you win and have a nice time."

You say goodbye, making your way to the crowd. Tonight, you were seated next to the one and only Taylor Swift. A little starstruck, if you may say.

The ceremony was nice, you danced, you jumped, and you also lost four of five categories. But you knew the awards didn't make you less or more of a good singer.

The last one was Song of the Year. A very hard category to catch. You were in the same category as Selena, Olivia, Taylor.

"Okay, let's calm down a little bit." Nicki says, about to announce the last category. "So, do we wanna know the winner?" The crowd explotes in screams.

Nicki yells the name of the winner, and you are zoned out. But when Ice Spice and Taylor hugged you, you went back to reality.

"You did it." Taylor shouts, getting up and clapping for you.

"Get your ass up, go get your award, girlie." Ice says, pulling you up from your seat.

You walk over to the stage, Nicki hugged you and told you how happy she was for you. You stand in front of the mic with your legs shaken from the adrenaline of the moment.

"Umm, I'm a little shocked, so let me breathe. Woo." You say, laughing and making the crowd laugh with you. "Okay, thank you so much to my family. You guys are one of my biggest supporters to my manager. I love you for believing in me. To you guys for streaming the song, for sharing it, for making it a trend on tik tok." You laugh again.

You took a breath, feeling so out of air. "And to my Pablo, because I know you're watching this instead of sleeping. My love, you're the inspiration of this song. You're the one who listened to this song first. I love you. This is our song, bebé."

You wave the crowd a goodbye, sending a kiss to the camera. On the backstage Karol G hugged you, she was next on the stage.

After the awards you took a flight back to Europe, your world tour Europe leg was beginning in three weeks and you wanted to leave early to adapt to the time zone and also to spend some time with Pablo.

During the flight you watched a game, it was good. After the game, Pablo had an interview. They asked him about you winning and you giving him special thanks.

"Hombre, Pablo. Your girlfriend recently won an award and she thank you. We know you're private about your relationship, but we want to tell you that we love how supportive you two are with each other."

He smirked, thinking about your thank you speech. "Si, bueno somos privados pero yo siempre la apoyo en todo y siempre lo haré. Ella es increíble y la quiero." (Yeah, well, we are private, but I can totally support her and always will. She's amazing, and I love her)

"Thank you, and congratulations about the win."

You snap a picture of the interview, send it to him, thanking him for his words, updating him about you almost landing in Barcelona.

When you actually land, you didn't expect Pablo to be waiting with a big flower bouquet, smiling at you.

You rush down the plane stair, throwing yourself at your him. Legs locked around his waist and lips on his.

"Mi super estrella." He kisses your cheek. (My superstar) he walks with you in his arms, dropping you into the car.

He walks to your manager, taking your bags and saying goodbye to your crew. You did the same, waving them from the car.

"Let's go home, estrellita." He kisses your hand.

The drive home he was telling you about the game. You thank him about the things he said.

"You deserve that and more, mi amor." he says, parking in front of his house. "I have something for you inside."

"Pablo, we say no surprises, you know I don't need anything. The flowers were enough, mi amor."

"I didn't say anything." He laughs, opening the door for you and helping you with your bags. "Go to the kitchen, I know you're hungry."

You indeed were very hungry. So you walked inside and straight to he kitchen. You were surprised to see your family, Pablo's family, and your friends all there.

They all yelled from excitement, and your friends run to hug you. You were still shocked by surprise with the breakfast surprise he pulled.

"Enough, Enough. Let me hug my baby." You mother says. She hugs you, saying how proud she is and how happy she is to spend these days with you, same with the rest of your family.

"Let's eat. She needs some food." Pablo says, kissing your cheek. "Please, serve yourselves."

"Thank you, Pablito." You returned the kiss on his cheeks, buring your face on the crock of his neck.

You wanted to eat everything, there was a lot of fruit, a banquet of other type of food and even a cake.

"The cake has the lyrics of our song." You jump excited. "That's so fucking cute."

"Language." You mom jokes.

Belen and Pablo got close to you once everyone was seated at their places.

"Estamos tan orgullosos de ti, preciosa." (We are so proud of you, precious)

Pablo hugs you, saying how much they love for you to be with Pablo and how amazing the song was.

"We got you a little something." Belen says, giving you a velvet box. "This is also Aurora's. She couldn't be here because of school but she sends you all the love."

"Thank you, I love you guys really much."

You saved the box in your pocket, wanting to see it in private.

You take a seat next to Pablo, who was talking with your mother about football. "But yes, it's been crazy, with the Champions coming up."

Everything was dreamy. You had the boy, the love, and the support. You had everything you ever wished for.

"I want to propose a toast." Pablo announced, getting up from his seat. "Por mi super estrella, ella nos ha compartido su arte y yo sé que todos aquí le hemos demostrado amor y apoyo" He grabs your hand, squishing it. "Congratulations, my love." (To my superstar, she shared all her art with us, and I know that every one of us had shared love and support with her, and I know that this award is important to her.)

You felt so loved, with the most important people in your life giving you all the support. You already won. An award makes no difference.

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yourusername so thankful with this blessing. Thank you to all of you who voted for me ❤️ also enjoy this little dump of my last few days

pablogavi ❤️😛

aurorapaezg love you, hermanita 💖

selenagomez you're a shining star ✨️

icespice it's giving cunt 🫶🏻

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