#steve rogers x singer!reader

[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

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[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.

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[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!!

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[sonnetsoncanvas]

Mess it up

Summary: Years ago he had let you go for your own good. But this time, he isn’t sure he can

Part of the Mess it up series

Pairing: brother’s best friend rock star Bucky x fem reader (Steve’s sister) (dual pov)

Warnings: modern AU, angst, second chance, eventual smut, brothers best friend trope, implied cheating, self-deprecation, happy ending?

Inspired by: Mess it up by Gracie Abrams

Notes: This is the first time a fic has made its way from my laptop to the internet. So please be kind and do leave your feedback. Happy reading! 

Chapter 1:  How could I think that all that I gave you was enough?

Bucky Pov:

Walking down the street, he heard a group of teenagers screaming his song on the top their lungs. A small smile tugged at his lips as he pulled his cap down over his silken brunette locks.

After all, if anyone recognized James Buchanan Barnes, the lead singer of the Avengers, in the middle of the farmers market…. Well that would be another headache to deal with.

A tabloid on the newsstand with his face plastered on it caught his eye. The headline, "who is the muse behind our heartbreak prince’s chartbusters. Is there a special someone in the Avengers heartthrob’s life?"

He scoffed, knowing all too well what would be written in the article. They would have papped him with yet another woman, and casted her as his girlfriend, or even fiancé.

It didn’t bother him anymore. These made up lies, these speculations, only helped in building the enigma around him, the quiet, reclusive rockstar who kept a tight leash on his personal life.

As long as they didn’t know the truth behind the inspiration for his songs, the reason why he wrote and sang songs so emotive, that they earned him the misnomer of the heartbreak prince. As long as everyone remained oblivious to his own heartache, he was unconcerned.

And oblivious they were. nobody knew. Not even his best buddy, his bandmate and flatmate, Steve. And Bucky couldn’t ever let him know too.

Because if Steven Grant Rogers ever knew that it was his childhood best friend who broke his precious little sister’s heart, he would leave the band and Bucky with it, 30 years of friendship be damned.

And so Bucky carried this secret in his heart for years, well hidden from the rest of the world, about his first and only love.

Because he could never even try to deny it. It was you, had always been you.

Even if he had to let you go, he could never bring himself to fill the void that you had left behind.

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He carried the shopping bags into the spacious penthouse that he shared with Steve, dropping them off at the kitchen counter. “Thank you for helping me carry these bags inside punk” he sassed at the blond mass of muscle glued to the television. “Especially considering the fact that your lazy ass nagged me into going to farmer’s market early in the morning. On a Sunday. To buy mangoes. ALONE.”

“well, A. if you don’t go early all the good produce is gone. My ma told me that. B. Farmer’s market is only there for Sunday. And C. I did not come cause I was injured.” Steve pointed to a small cut on his pinkie with a cheeky smile.

“bullshit! You once went for a concert with a dislocated shoulder. Do not give me that crap. And since when did you start eating mangoes?”

“they aren’t for me.”

“you’re telling me Nat gave up whatever stupid diet she’s on?” Bucky was referring to Steve’s on again off again girlfriend Natasha Romanoff, a supermodel, whom he’d been dating since college.

“like that’s gonna happen” he chuckled, “the mangoes are for Y/N”

Bucky froze in his tracks.  It wasn’t like your name wasn’t mentioned around here. You were Steve’s sister after all , and he did keep sharing your latest achievements and tit bits from your life time and again. But that didn’t mean his heart didn’t skip a beat every time anything remotely related to you was mentioned.

“you got mangoes for Y/N ?  are you planning to visit her in Boston ?” he asked

“Yeah, about that man, I told you that she graduated top of her class at Harvard, Right?”

“yeah” Bucky said, secretly proud of you. Your convocation was a few weeks ago, he didn’t attend for obvious reasons, but Steve did, and he heard everything he had to say about it.

“So of course lil peanut got a lot of offers but it all comes down to these two jobs, one in this firm at Manhattan and other one in San Francisco. So she’s coming here to interview and then stay here for a week, cause I literally begged her to. She’d already interviewed for the San Francisco one online, but between you and me, I'm tryna get her to stay here, its been too long………”

Steve kept on rambling, but somewhere in between Bucky’s brain stopped comprehending his words. All he could think was you.

You are coming.

To New York.

To stay.

Under the same roof as him.

He will see you.

After 4 years.

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He stayed in his room for the rest of the day. Reminiscing with his eyes closed. Of his life back in Brooklyn, of the happiest year of his life, of falling in love

Of the last time he saw you. tears marring your beautiful face. Pain and betrayal in your eyes. Your shoulders sagged with defeat.

“I can never stop loving you.” you’d said.

He opened his eyes with a long, suffering sigh. He has no idea how he’s going to survive seeing you again.

Because he couldn’t stop loving you either.

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[lives-in-midgard]

We Were Happy

(Musician AU Part 4)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: You and Steve experience some happy moments together but there are also some bad decisions made.

Word Count: 1970

A/N: Hey everyone! This is part 4 of my Steve musician AU! I really hope you like it even though I'm a little bit sorry for the ending! The divider is made by @firefly-graphics.

Part 3 | Part 4

Masterlist | Musician AU

It’s been almost two weeks since the pictures of you and Steve appeared on the internet. At first, you were both worried that it would affect your dating life, but that wasn’t really the case. Steve made a post on his Instagram. A picture of the two of you from behind, in the caption he simply added “My Love” and a heart emoji. Some people were being rude, others were supportive and happy to see Steve happy. You were both happy that there were more good comments than rude ones. Bucky, Sam and Clint have also been very supportive of you both. They were always very happy to see you and enjoyed your company. Even if Steve was a little distracted at times because of you. That’s why you decided not to come to all rehearsals, even though you had time. You didn’t want to be the reason why they wouldn’t be as good as they always were.

On this day it is going to be the festival in Coney Island. You were at your apartment and decided to meet Steve there. You were sitting on your couch writing something on a piece of paper when you heard a knock on your door. You got up, headed for the door when you realized that you forgot to hide what you had just written on the paper. But it will only be Yelena picking you up for the festival, so it’s alright. When you told her about it, she immediately wanted to come with you. You opened the door and greeted her with a hug.

“Are you ready to leave?” She asked.

“I just have to get my bag.” You said and walked to your room. You quickly found the bag you wanted to choose and walked back into the living room. When you opened the door, you saw Yelena sitting on the couch, looking at what you had written earlier. You quickly walked over and took it from her hands.

“Hey, I wasn’t finished.” Yelena said and you placed the paper under some magazines that were lying there.

“This is a new one, right?” You nodded and Yelena smiled.

“Does Steve know that you write songs?” Yelena asked and you sat down beside her. You started writing songs almost a year ago. Sometimes it takes you a while to finish one, and sometimes it is really easy. You really enjoy writing songs and doing something creative in your free time. You never thought of performing them, not only because you think you’re not a good singer, but also because you’re afraid of singing in front of an audience. You haven’t told Steve about your hobby yet because you were afraid of his reaction and if he would like your songs.

“No, I haven’t yet.” You confessed and Yelena shook her head.

“You should definitely tell him. I think Steve would really like your songs.” Maybe he would, but you were still afraid about his reaction. After a while you decided to drive to the festival. Yelena drove, so you could drive home with Steve later. When you arrived at the festival, you looked for the stage where they would perform. When you both found the stage, there were already a few people standing in front of it. You came closer and decided to wait there. After a while the place became more and more crowded. You looked at your phone and sent a message to Steve.

“Good luck, Stevie.” It only took a few seconds to get a message back.

“Thank you, sweetheart. Can’t wait to see you later.” You smiled and couldn’t wait to see them live again. It’s been so long since you’ve seen the band live, and now it feels so different. Instead of just a small group of people, there was now a large group of fans there. And when the band came out, they were shouting and screaming. They held up posters they had made and had big smiles on their faces. As they walked out, Steve immediately looked for you. When he saw you, he began to smile, and you smiled back. You heard Yelena chuckle next to you, and you began to blush. You watched them perform and listened to their songs. It was such a good feeling to dance and sing a to their songs again.

After the Midnight Rockers sang their final song, they waved goodbye to the fans and Steve blew you a kiss. When someone behind you screamed, you and Yelena had to laugh because this kiss was clearly for you. While the other people were still standing in front of the stage, you and Yelena made your way away from the stage. Steve texted you that he wants to meet you at the Wonder Weel. When you and Yelena arrived there, Steve wasn’t there yet. So, you waited for a while. After a few minutes you saw Steve and the others walking towards you. You ran over to Steve, and you hugged each other. After you pulled away from the hug Steve gave you a gentle kiss. While you two were having a moment Yelena greeted the others.

“You were amazing.” You said and looked at the band.

“Thanks, sweetheart.” Steve said and the others also thanked you. Then you all went on a few rides together until Yelena had to go to work. After a while there were only you and Steve left, so you decided to go to the Wonder Weel. It was very romantic because it was already getting dark outside. You had a really great time there with Steve and talked about some of the memories you both shared there. You also took some photos of him and some fans, they were really kind to you. When it got cold, Steve gave you his jacket and you walked to his car. He drove to his house, and you had a chilly evening together.

The next day there were some pictures of the two of you circulating on the internet again, but you didn’t really care. You enjoyed your time there with Steve and that’s all that mattered.

You weren’t much in your apartment over the next few days. You only went to work and then Steve picked you up and you spend some time together at his home or sometimes Bucky, Sam or even Clint came over. You watched movies, cooked together, he played songs on the piano and sometimes you went for walks together.

But this day was a little different than usually. You were currently reading a book, and Steve was sitting next to you trying to write a song. You looked over at him a few times and could see that he was struggling. You wanted to ask if you should help him or tell him that you write songs, but you weren’t sure if you should. After a while he groaned and put everything on the desk. You looked over at him and Steve really looked frustrated. You put the book down and decided to help him.

“I have an idea.” You suddenly said.

“An idea for what sweetheart?” Steve asked and reached for your hand.

“To help you find inspiration.” You said and he began to smile. You stood up from the couch and walked to the door. You put your shoes on and saw that Steve was still in the living room.

“Come on, let’s go.” You screamed and he giggled. He walked over to you, leaned in and kissed you. Once you were in the car, you turned on some music and drove off, not really knowing where you were driving. You drove around having fun singing with Steve by your side, and you ended up stopping at a beautiful place and watching the sun go down.

Before you drove back to Steve’s house, you drove to your apartment to get something. While you quickly went to your room, Steve made himself comfortable on your couch. When you came back, you saw him reading your new song. When he heard your footsteps, Steve looked up.

“What’s that sweetheart?” You completely forgot that you left it in the living room before you went to the festival a few days ago.

“Oh, umm. It’s …. it’s a song I …wrote.” You stumbled nervously. Steve stood up, placed it on the table and walked closer to you.

“You wrote this?” Steve asked with a smile.

“Yeah, I know it’s not that good but yes, I wrote it.” You were still nervous, but when Steve took your hand, your nervousness disappeared.

“What are you talking about, that’s so good y/n.”

“Really?” You asked and Steve chuckled.

“Yeah, I love it.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Steve asked.

“I don’t know. I guess I was scared of your reaction.”

“You don’t have to be scared of me you know that, right? And this song is really amazing.”

“Thank you, honey.” You said and you kissed each other.

“Why don’t you publish it? You don’t have to sing yourself if you don’t want to.” Steve asked after a while.

“I don’t know if I want that yet.” You said and Steve was really understanding about that.

A week has passed since Steve saw your song. You just came home from work and looked at your phone for the first time since you started working. You checked Instagram and when you saw the new post of the official page from the Midnight Rockers you were confused because Steve didn’t tell you anything about this. There was a new post saying that there is a new song going to be out tonight. When you saw what the song is called, you were shocked because it was called the same as the song you recently wrote and Steve saw.

Did he really take your song without asking you??

You had to call him. You wanted to dial his number when suddenly there was a knock on your door. When you opened it, there was Steve standing right in front of you.

“Steve what is this?” You asked and showed him your phone. There wasn’t time for a hello or a hug, you needed to know if this is really your song.

“I can explain it, I really can.”

“So, it really is my song?” You said full of anger but also sadness. Steve made a few steps closer to you, but you made two steps back. A sad expression was to see on his face.

“Yeah, it’s…it’s yours.” He finally admitted and you had to look away.

“But I can explain it.” He continued.

“You don’t have to explain anything to me. Please just go. I need some time to think.”

“But- “Steve began.

“No but, you just took my song without asking me. I even told you that I don’t want my songs to be published right now and you said that it’s okay. And now you did this. You …. You stole it” You almost shouted at him, and you could see how hurt he was.

“I’m just really disappointed in you Steve.”

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”

“Please don’t call me this. Please just go Steve.” You said and could feel that you were going to start crying soon.

“Please, leave my apartment now.”

“Okay.” Steve mumbled and walked out of your door. When he closed it, you immediately began to cry.

You could see in his eyes how you hurt him with your words. But Steve knew that you didn’t want other people to hear your songs yet and said it would be okay but then he just took it for his band. You couldn’t believe that Steve would ever do something like that. If he had asked you if he could use it, you might have said yes.

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[missacidburn928]

It's a year old but here's some holiday spice for you all while I wait in the urgent care with my autistic son.

I Really Do Believe In You....

Steve Rogers × Bucky Barnes x Thor Odinson × POC Singer!Reader "Honey"

Let’s see if you believe in me.

The Avengers Holiday party. You are both a guest and part of the musical entertainment. Will you end up on the naughty or nice list?

You spot them as they enter the main ballroom. Your three strapping men, color coordinated and cutting intimidating frames in their suit choices. Thank the goddess you had a good hold on the mic as you waited for your cue to join Sy in singing White Christmas, or you might have literally swooned in front of this mass of party goers.

You start your verse as you watch them make their way over to the bar where the team, plus one Sharon Carter, have gathered. Thankfully tonight’s event is Jane Foster free, so it should be a good night with you, Sy and the Chanti’s house band entertaining Tony’s rich friends and employees before enjoying some much needed time with your men.

You can't help but feel festive in your short red dress, studded red fishnets and nude pumps. You’ve kept your makeup simple with a nude lip and a smokey eye. Your hair down and in its natural state. Sy made a comment when picking you up that you looked like Santa’s little Siren. Seems appropriate if you do say so yourself.

Per usual you notice Sharon being a bit too chummy with your Captain. The woman just can’t help herself. You know all about the “kiss” when they were trying to save your beloved Bucky. But according to Steve the reason it never went further was because there was no spark when their lips touched. And he tried giving her a chance, chalking the lack of spark up to the stress of the situation, but she was way too into his status and power. So he ended things before it made it any further than a couple dates and a subpar makeout session.

What is it with these prude ass women that hang around these strong ass people? Sharon, like Jane, thinks your quad is ridiculous and you don't need that many men. Especially when you added Steve in. 

“He should be upholding traditional values as he’s America's golden boy. Not flaunting such an alternative lifestyle. Hell if he was gay it would be easier than this bullshit. Why on Earth would you want to willingly share a woman with two other men. Not to mention one of those men is a God and the other a murderer.”

Let's not forget what she also stated in that little rant of hers, when she was unaware you could hear her perfectly clear from your spot in the common room. “I just don’t understand what he sees in her. Who stays in a band with someone they used to be fuck buddies with? It’s just tacky and sad. A man that powerful should be with someone who is only devoted to him and can boost his image, not damage it. ” 

I’ll show her tacky. Lord knows I'm certainly not above being petty. I’ve been behaving for far too long. Time to put these Siren skills to use. What good are they to have if you can’t fuck with uppity bitches using them.

Continue

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[missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway]

Let Me Spell It Out For You

Jax Teller x Rockstar!Reader "Firefly" Ex Bf!Rockstar!Steve Rogers x Reader

Wordcount: 2599

Summary:

It’s Battle of the Bands Night at your local hole in the wall bar run by SAMCROW. You're currently dating their prez Jax Teller. Your lifelong best friend and first real love. Somehow your ex, Steve Rogers and his band The Howlies have shown up, vying for top spot and the cash prize. Such a shame they’ll have to go against you and your all girl group Serenity. It’s going to be a verbal bloodbath and you can’t wait to humiliate his arrogant ass.

Warnings:

Smut, Shameless Smut, Gratuitous Smut, Exes, Jax Teller Being an Asshole, Semi-Public Sex, Voyeurism, Accidental Voyeurism, Fuckboy Steve Rogers, rubbing it in your exes face, Teaching A Lesson

Notes:

Hello Heathens, I was feeling some type of way and well this is what came of it. Enjoy the fuck you Steve vibes. Songs lyrics used are in bold. All songs will be credited in the end notes :) HAPPY READING!

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The energy in the bar was none short of chaotic. Between the loud music, the alcohol flowing and the rowdy mix of bikers and patrons it was looking to be a night to remember.

“I can not wait to get up on that stage and destroy some wannabes!” Zoey practically shouts while strapping on her electric guitar.

“Nothing beats that high,” I smile devilishly. “Well except for sex of course.”

We all laugh as we hear our band being called to the stage. “Next up, Serenity!”

It’s the first round of Battle of The Bands Night. I’m not worried about making it to the final round and grabbing the cash prize. Most bands here are so fresh they haven’t performed as a group much yet. So that leaves us at an advantage. We’ve been thick as thieves since high school when we used to skip class and jam out in my garage.

Not wanting to blow our load on the first round we chose to start with “Becky’s So Hot” to show off our sex appeal and my vocal talents. I may be singing about Becky, but in actuality it’s about the time in my life when Jax was dating Tara when he and I were broken up. 

I wanted to destroy her for having the audacity to be with him. While at the same time I wanted to know first hand what made her so special that he kept her around as more than just a lay. The feelings were so conflicting, the only way I could work through it was to put it into a song.

Fine, okay, I'll say, I went and stalked her And I don't really blame you 'cause Damn, the waist, the hips, the face, this is awkward Are you in love like we were? If I were you, I'd probably keep her Makes me wanna hit her when I see her 'Cause Becky's so hot in your vintage t-shirt Ooh, she the one I should hate But I wanna know how she taste I kinda wanna hit her when I see her Becky's so hot in your vintage t-shirt

As we reach the interlude, my eyes catch the familiar frame of one Steven Grant Rogers. My ex and lead singer of The Howlies. Standing to his left, bass strapped to his chest, is of course Bucky Barnes. Steve’s best friend and cliché fuckboy musician. 

He happens to also be Zoey’s ex. This is going to be interesting to say the least. It’s been months since we’ve seen each other. Much less been in the same room competing to see who the better band is. 

It’s us of course. The Howlies are good. But they rely heavily on their good looks to fill seats. About 80% of their fans are of the female variety. Where ours is ratioed at about 60/40.

I turn to Zoey. She gives me a subtle nod. Acknowledging she’s aware of their presence and that it’s playtime.

I scan the crowd for my favorite blonde haired biker until I lock eyes with Jax just as the final chorus begins. I sing to him for a moment before turning my attention back to enticing the crowd into wanting to see more of us.

I sing the last line and drop a kiss to Zoey’s neck, as I stare down our exes. A challenge in my eyes. Tonight just got so much more entertaining.

As predicted, The Howlies make it to the next round. This time we were afforded the chance to watch them go before us.

They leaned full on into the whole sexy bad boy thing, playing “I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE”. A song I helped Steve write. It’s a great song. Really gets the ladies hot and bothered. Never ceases to get them laid. Regardless of if they’re attached.

It’s cute that they think they somehow have the upper hand. I have more talent in my pinky finger than the lot of them combined. Plus all that feminine rage to go with it. 

With a whispered last line, the song is over. We wait for the next band to finish before we take the stage.

Where The Howlies went for a sexy hair band vibe for this round. We’ve taken the gritty and dirty approach by performing “Drain The Blood”. 

See we’re no one trick pony. We can growl and scream with the best of them. While still remaining soft and feminine at the same time.

This song always gets the crowd going. I can see elbows benign thrown and shoulders getting checked from my vantage point on stage. I just feed into the frenzy, hypnotizing the bar with our haunting harmonies over rough chords.

Another round in the bag.

As the night carries on, both of our bands make it to the final round. This is where we pull out all the stops and show them who the better band truly is.

Man is this going to feel great.

The time has come to begin the final round.

It’s just us and The Howlies up on stage ready to give one final performance each. Facing off against each other as we share a stage.

We flipped a coin and the boys won, choosing to go first. Steve saunters up to the mic as the familiar beat of “Tear You Apart” begins behind him. 

I’m not surprised they chose to perform this song. It really is their best. Get’s the girls going crazy. They may think they have it in the bag with his haunting tune. 

But they couldn't be more wrong. 

I watch from our spot at the back of the stage, as Steve swivels and sways his large body to the beat. Singing about crossing the line from friends to lovers. The obsessive need to devour and take control. 

He once told me that I was the inspiration behind the music. That he had hungered for me from the moment he met me. That he spent days just biding his time, his mind obsessing. Playing an endless loop of me smiling sweetly. My touches, innocent in nature, felt anything but to him.

I was fuel to his creative mind. The ache he could not soothe until I was unattached.

When I was free from that biker shaped attachment he made his move.

It was intense and volatile. Burning out as quickly as it was set ablaze. For Steven wanted my heart when it has always belonged to another.

He makes a point to turn his back to the audience and move his hips like a hedonistic Elvis. We lock eyes as he sings the last line.

Give me those Ocean eyes all you want, pretty boy. I will never be yours for more than the memories I left your damaged soul with.

If he thought singing that song was going to throw me off somehow because of my affiliation to it, he was more delusional than I thought.

Two can play that game. And I am far better at it.

We wait for the swooning women to settle down as The Howlies step to the side of the stage and take our places. I make a show out of lowering the mic stand while Zoey begins strumming the opening chords to “abcdefu”.  

I kept it calm and cute as I sang my own song inspired by Steven.

I swear I meant to mean the best when it ended Even tried to bite my tongue when you start shit Now you're textin' all my friends asking questions They never even liked you in the first place Dated a girl that I hate for the attention She only made it two days, what a connection It's like you'd do anything for my affection You're goin' all about it in the worst ways I was into you, but I'm over it now And I was tryin' to be nice But nothing's getting through, so let me spell it out

I rip the mic off the stand, turn towards The Howlies and flip them the bird as Zoey joins me in singing the chorus.

A-B-C-D-E,  FUCK-U And your mom and your sister and your job And your broke-ass car and that shit you call art Fuck you and your friends that I'll never see again Everybody but your dog, you can all fuck off Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah

The look on their faces is priceless. Our song is catchy as fuck and by the time we make it back to the chorus the crowd is already sing along with us. All the women who were drooling over them minutes ago, have now all tapped into their feminine rage.

It’s glorious.

We brought it down to just me and Zoey's guitar as I lightheartedly told them they could all fuck off for the last time.

There was a beat of silence before the crowd erupted and ‘Serenity’ chants began. It was safe to say we won the battle. This particular victory never tasted sweeter. 

After accepting our prize and bragging rights, we made our way over to the MC is holding court in their favorite booth.

As we reach the table, Jax stands up and grabs my hand. Pulling me along behind him towards the closed off hall that leads to the extra rooms. 

As soon as we clear the doorway, he has me pinned against the wall with his lips locked with mine in a fevered dance. 

He pulls away when we are both in need of air. “You are so fucking hot when your up on stage. Even more so when you're being bad. Tell me, darlin’. You wearing anything under these leather shorts?”

“Do you see any panty lines?” I quirk a brow at him.

He literally growls at me before dropping to his knees and untying my shorts. He pulls them down, over my ass and thighs until he reaches my knees. “I only need you to pull one leg out for this.”

“And what pray tell do you have in mind?” I ask as I remove my right leg from the skin tight fabric. Leaving my shorts to gather on my left ankle.

He rises to his feet, unzips his jeans and pulls his cock out. It’s rock hard and angry. A bead of precum perched at the tip ready to drop at any moment.

“Jump.” He demands and I oblige. He grips onto my thighs. Wrapping them around his waist as he slides himself inside me. Pausing when our pelvis’s touch.  

The stretch of my walls accommodating his thickness steals my breath away. 

We make eye contact as he pulls back and slams forward. I have to bite my lip from moaning out and alerting the bar to what is going on.

Jax ruts into me with the skill and precision of a man who knows all too well what my body craves. But all I can focus on is how amazing his dick feels inside me.

Without a care in the world, he continues to fuck me. He’s so engrossed in trying to take me apart that he doesn't hear the door creak open.

But I do.

I watch over Jax’s leather clad shoulder as Steve walks in. I gasp at being caught by my former lover. 

Jax turns his head to the side to see what’s going on. He quirks a brow and then turns back to me, pressing his forehead to mine as he fucks me even harder. Almost as if he’s taunting him. 

"Go ahead and keep your eyes on him, darlin’. Watch as he remembers what you look and sound like lost in pleasure. Watch what it does to him.” He states aloud.

I lock eyes with the heavily tattooed blonde Adonis spectating our coupling. Noting the heat and hurt in his eyes. He refuses to move along though. Almost challenging me to follow through and enjoy what is happening. 

Alright then, Stevie. Challenge accepted.

I turn my gaze back to the man who owns my heart. Whispering for only us to hear, “Do your worst Jackson. I’m so close, baby. Go ahead and destroy me. Remind the whole bar who I belong to. Then we can get some good food on the way home and then get lost in each other all over again.”

I feel his chest vibrate against mine as he hums his satisfaction with my suggestion.

He pulls his hips back until just his tip remains cushioned by my slightly swollen lips. He takes a moment to turn my head toward a stoic Steve, still taking up space in the small hallway.

“Don’t you dare hold a single moan in. Let them all know. Especially him, why we’re so good together. Understand.” Jax commands.

I barely have a moment to nod my head in agreement before he snaps his hips forward and sinks back deep inside me. A moan escaping my throat at the feeling of being so full once again, so intensely.

Mind set on staking his claim for the whole bar to hear, Jax sets a ruthless pace. My eyes catch the ocean blues of Steve’s once more. 

The lust is clear, seemingly overshadowing the hurt for the time being. I don’t shy away from their harshness. I lean into it. Allowing it to fuel the flames of my impending orgasm.

He can be jealous and angry about the current situation all he wants. It won’t change a thing. Hopefully this little display will finally kill whatever thread of us being together he’s holding on to.

I put the thoughts of Steve aside. Focusing on the man between my thighs, thoroughly taking me apart. Placing every bit of love into each wicked thrust. He does that thing I love with his hips. Pivoting them a certain way that allows his tip to graze against my sweet spongy spot. 

It’s like a direct line to my climax. With each pass I can feel the coil tighten and a tingle begin at the base of my spine down to my toes. 

I’m panting and whimpering, uncaring of my surroundings. I can barely make out Jax’s encouraging words in my ear of how I'm a good girl. That I’m taking him so well.

With a well placed thrust, followed by a grind that has his belt buckle teasing my clit. I give in and succumb to the pleasure of my orgasm taking over me. I sound loud even to myself, as a guttural moan fills the air. I’m barely aware of Jax’s name being screamed out, along with the words yes and oh fuck on repeat.

I can just make out his own roar as he loses himself inside me. Filling me to the brim while he growls sweet praises in my ear as the world seems to fade away. 

I have no idea when I closed my eyes, but upon opening them, I see that we are alone again.

Jax takes that moment to grab my chin and lay the softest kiss to my lips. I can’t help but lean into the sweet gesture.

“Come on, darlin’. I’ve been told I need to feed my girl some greasy food before we settle in for the night.”

He helps me back into my shorts before pulling open the door that heads back into the bar. A ruckus of applause meets us as we navigate around the drunken bikers to the exit. Hoots, hollers and whistles follow us out into the night as we climb onto his bike and make our way home.

Notes:

Songs used in this story. I do not own any of the rights these tracks. Please go give each artist a listen. Becky's So Hot - Fletcher I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE - Maneskin Drain The Blood - The Distillers Tear You Apart - She Wants Revenge abcdefu (angrier) - GAYLE If you made it to the end, THANK YOU! If you liked it please feel free to let me know (but it's not required); and if you didn't, that's okay too, I still thank you for even giving it a chance.

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[3mcwriting]

Regret Masterlist

Synopsis:

Your boyfriend, Steve Rogers, the lead singer of the internationally famous band "The Avengers" was a fan-favorite. From his chiseled muscles to his movie-star smile to his old-fashioned manners, everyone loved him. But you were okay with that. Because he would never cheat on you. Right? Well...

cheater!steve rogers x reader, pietro maximoff x reader fic

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Status: completed

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[crazyunsexycool]

Ooh Yayy I’m so happy because you’re my favorite writer here and for you to possibly write one of my ideas I know it’s gonna be perfect!🥰

Okayy so there’s “Sun Goes Down” by Charlotte Cardin and I feel like all of the lyrics could be applied to Steve or Bucky and it would really fit well! Especially the one about how they feel like every bad thing happening in the world is their fault and how life is really hard for them because I feel like Bucky with his Winter Soldier days would blame himself for a lot of things that have nothing to do with him and Steve feels responsible for the world and wants to save everyone without thinking about himself first So I imagine Reader singing it to them either she wrote it for them or she just knows it but you could do it however you want and I know it will be amazing!❤️

Sun goes down

Steve Rogers x reader x Bucky Barnes

Warnings: like angsty, lil fluffy

Word count: 2.6k

A/N: let’s pretend the reader wrote this song. I loved this request I love writing song inspired fics

The small bar was full. Mostly singers and songwriters filled the room in hopes to get a spot at the open mic night. You loved to sit in the corner and listen to everyone as you built your courage to get up there and share your own music. The bartender and the manager already knew you from how many times you’d show up. Always sitting in the corner with your notebook, always writing something. This was your little safe space away from the tower. When everything got to be too much you’d just slip out and head here to listen to the others express their own sorrows and struggles or happiness and triumphs.

Your current situation involved two super soldiers and their bad habit of closing themselves off from the world. It wasn’t your fault or anyone else’s for that matter. It just so happened that they carried more guilt than they should and sometimes it got to be too much for them. Most of the time Steve and Bucky let you in. They found comfort in your presence but lately they’ve pulled away from you and you weren’t sure why. You didn’t take it personally, you just wanted to be there for them the way they had been there for you after countless nights of self doubt.

Applause pulls your attention back to the room and you join in. The manager gets up on the little stage he has set up and clears his throat.

“Thank you Caleb, for that beautiful song. Now the next singer has been coming here for a while but this is the first time she’s actually going to perform. So please remember to be welcoming and supportive. Please welcome to the stage, Y/N.”

Everyone started clapping as they looked around for someone to head to the stage. Your eyes widened when you heard him call you out. The manager waved you over and you shook your head.

“Go on,” the bartender kneeled by your side. “You can kick ass but you can’t sing that song you’ve been writing and rewriting for the past few days?”

“How did you know?”

“I’m very observant. Just get whatever it is off your chest, you’ll feel better.”

“Ok.” You said after a few seconds.

You head toward the stage and there are quiet murmurs among the crowd as they recognize you. The manager moves out of the way and starts clapping for you. You take a deep breath as you stand in front of the mic, adjusting the stand to fit your height.

“Hey guys,” you clear your throat. “Like Kieth said I’m in here all the time, you’re all amazing. This song I wrote for two very special people in my life. I love them very much and they mean so much to me. I don’t think they realize how much actually.” You turn and grab the guitar that was on the stand. “Anyways they tend to be a little too hard on themselves sometimes and this is my way to let them know they’re not alone.”

You start playing the guitar. Soft sweet strumming filters through the speakers as you sing the first verse. Thoughts of Steve run free in your mind. All the things he’s been through and how he still managed to do the right thing.

🎶 “I've been wishin' for angels

To come down here to save ya

You said that the good guy never wins

And I haven't recognized you ever since.” 🎶

~~~~~~

It was still early in the morning. Almost no one in the tower was awake, except for Tony who probably hadn’t gone to sleep. You knew the last mission had been hard on Steve. Even as he tried to help get people to safety they criticized and yelled all kinds of awful things at him. So it wouldn’t surprise you if he was already up and in the gym.

That’s exactly where you found him. A few punching bags were already ripped and on the floor. He was sweating which meant he’d been there for hours. You knew he heard the door open and close, you also knew he wanted to be alone but you just wanted to check in and then you’d go back to bed.

Steve stopped when he knew you were sitting on the bench close to him. He was breathing heavily as he wiped away the sweat from his brow and his sorrow filled eyes found yours.

“How are you holding up?”

He just scoffed and shook his head.

You patted the empty space next to you and waited until he finally made his way over to you. Taking the towel that he had laid out you pat his face dry as he gets his thoughts in order. This was how you always worked, he would get out his frustrations in some type of exercise before talking it out with you or Bucky.

“I just want to do the right thing. Why can’t people see that? Our intention is not to go somewhere to hurt people.”

“I know but by the time we get there the bad guys have already wreaked havoc and high tailed it out. We stay behind to help as many as we can. They channel their fear and anger at us.”

“Seems like the good guy never wins.”

You pulled back to really look at him this time. He looked defeated and he didn’t sound like himself either. Especially considering the things he’d been through. He’d volunteered to be the test subject for the serum, basically getting pumped full of a drug to make him stronger. Then he found love only to have to sacrifice it in order to save the countless lives of innocent people. When he woke up from the ice he came face to face with the realization that the friendships he’d had were long gone. And even when he didn’t talk about it much you knew there were many things that made him anxious.

“Sometimes I wish I could just walk away from all of this.”

“But?”

“I don’t know, I think I’d be lost without it. I wouldn’t know how to find my way out there.”

“You don’t have to do it alone, you know. I’m right here with you.” You lay your head on his shoulder and take his hand in yours. Steve turns and places a kiss on the top of your head.

“I know.”

~~~~~~~~~~~

Your eyes close as you sing the chorus.

🎶 “How you holdin' up?

Want me to stay the night?

When it's all too rough

I hope you'll realize

That I can hold your hand when the sun goes down

I'm gonna hold your hand when the sun goes down” 🎶

As you open your eyes and look down at your hands as you continue to play, you begin to sing the second verse. Inspired by Bucky.

🎶 “California's burnin'

Your heavy heart is too

You know the whole world is hurtin'

And it's not because of you.”🎶

~~~~~~~~

The guilt Bucky carried weighed him down so much he could rarely look up and realize he was a victim too. The nights when he would wake up screaming from a nightmare were always difficult for him. All he saw was the face of the innocent victim hydra had him kill. They used him to shape and bend the world at their will and he felt responsible for it. As if he’d willingly gone out and done those things.

This particular night seems to be rough for him. You knock at his bedroom door after hearing the helpless cries fall from his lips. A faint come in greets you. Bucky sits in the space between the bed and the window. Blankets and pillows lay around him. You sit next to him and he won’t look at you.

“Come here.” You whisper and he lays his head on your shoulder. He sucks in a stuttered breath as he fights his need to cry. Your hand softly runs through his long hair as you comfort him. “Just let it out. I’m right here.”

Bucky cries softly. His tears fall in your shirt until he calms down. He tries to pull away, slightly embarrassed from his breakdown.

“Hey, want me to stay the night?”

“I’d like that. If it’s not too much trouble.”

“Never.” You get comfortable on the floor and then pull him down so that you can wrap your arms around him. Bucky takes your free hand and intertwines his fingers with yours.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

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

🎶 “Hear you, buddy

Life's always been harder for you than it is for everybody

But your lucky day will come

I hear you, buddy

Life's always been harder for you than it is for everybody

But your lucky day will come.” 🎶

A small smile plays on your lips as you imagine Steve and Bucky happy. That’s all you want for them really. They deserve peace even if they think they don’t. You take a deep breath before you continue through to the end of the song.

🎶 “How you holdin' up?

Want me to stay the night?

When it's all too rough

I hope you'll realize

That I can hold your hand when the sun goes down

(Ooh yeah, I'm gonna hold your hand)

I'm gonna hold your hand when the sun goes down

(I'm gonna hold your hand)

I'm gonna hold your hand when the sun goes down

(I'm gonna hold your hand, gonna hold your hand)

I'm gonna hold your hand when the sun goes down.” 🎶

You play the last notes of the song and open your eyes. The room is dead quiet and you swallow thickly. This was your nightmare, it’s why you never had the courage to get up on stage. You quickly put the guitar back on its stands and the room erupts in cheers and applause. Heat creeps up your cheeks as you smile at the crowd. Kieth stands next to you and pats you on the back with a proud smile on his face.

“Wow, what do I have to do to get a song like that written about me?”

“Free mozzarella sticks for life.” You yell in response as people in the crowd laugh.

You head back to the table you had been at and grab your bag and notebook. Your hands were trembling from the rush. People in the bar compliment you as you pass by. As soon as you’re outside in the fresh air you take a deep breath. At least now you could say you checked something off your bucket list. Actually singing your own song in front of a crowd had always been a nerve wracking thought but it was also a rush. With a smile etched on your face you turn to head back to the tower. Maybe you could get Steve and Bucky to come out of their rooms or the gym.

“Y/N.” You heard Bucky call your name and you turned around.

He and Steve were standing in front of the bar and you hoped they hadn’t heard the song or what you said before it. But as they walked toward you, you knew they had. Bucky’s eyes were red rimmed and teary while Steve’s gaze softened the longer he looked at you.

“Hey guys,” you stood up straighter as you looked between them. “It’s good to see you out and about. What are you doing here?”

“We went to look for you and when we couldn’t find you we assumed you were here. You always say you love this place and so we thought we’d come check if you were here.” Bucky tells you.

“Oh. So um did you just get here?”

“Not exactly,” Steve gives you a bashful smile. “We were in there when you were called up. Was that about us?”

You try to think of a lie but you can’t so you just nod and look away.

“Did you mean it, what you said before the song?”

“Every word.”

“And the song?”

“That too.” You look back at them.

Bucky holds his hand out and when you place yours in his he pulls you closer. You’re chest to chest with him and he smiles at you.

“I really want to kiss you right now.”

Your eyes widen. And you look over at Steve to find him smiling softly. He nods in Bucky’s direction.

“Ok.”

Bucky’s soft lips connect with yours. Butterflies flutter in your belly and you hope they can’t hear how your heart beat picks up. When he pulls back Steve is standing much closer and Bucky turns you in his direction only for the former to lower his lips to yours. You think you must be dreaming, there’s no way that none of this is happening. But when Steve pulls away and rests his forehead against yours and you feel Bucky pressed up against your back you know it’s real.

“We love you too.” He says. There’s a glimmer and light in his eyes you hadn’t seen before. “I think today is our lucky day, what do you think Buck?”

“I agree, only if you’ll have us of course.”

“What?”

“We both want to show you how much you mean to us. What do you say? Will you let us hold your hand when the sun goes down?” Steve smiles at you. It’s like he already knew the answer before you did.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

Steve takes your hand and brings it up to his lips while Bucky kisses you cheek. When you part the latter offers you his arm and a boyish smile.

“Would you sing it for us again?” He asks as the three of you walk back to the tower.

“Of course, it is your song after all.”

“Do you have more songs?” Steve asks as he holds your other hand.

“So many.”

“About us?”

“Maybe.” You smile up at him.

“Do we get to hear them?”

“I don’t know.”

“So a room full of people get to hear our song but not us? That’s not fair, Doll.” He stops and causes you and Steve to stop too. “Please tell us we can listen to you singing. Please baby.” He pouts.

“That’s not fair.” You turn to look at Steve and he’s pouting too. “Not you too.” You say with a laugh. “Fine, I’ll play you all the songs that I’ve written about you. Does that make you happy?”

“No.” They say in unison.

“You do.”

You smile and start walking again. Steve and Bucky ask you all kinds of questions about the music you’ve written. The more you tell them the more excited they get.

Once you’re back in your room, you pull out your guitar and start playing some of the songs you’ve written. You share soft touches and kisses as you tell them which song you wrote for them. By the end of the night you’re cuddled up between them. You remind them that they deserve so many good things.

And through the good, the bad and the love you’d always hold their hands when the sun went down.

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[bitchysoulwasteland]

No one but you.

Bucky Barnes X Vamp!Reader

A/n: my Queen obsession once again reveals itself, but, hey, I’m happy, so who cares?

You and Bucky had known each other back in the 1970s when you had been the front woman of Queen. Back then, of course, he was the Winter Soldier and you were an unknown singer when you met in 1968 with a struggling band desperate to find a frontman and a bassist. It was just you, Roger Taylor and Brian May back then. You were all still college students in your final year in the band ‘Smile’, which was before Freddie’s flamboyant changing of the band’s name.

You had met the Winter Solder at a pub in London. You had brought him a drink after you saw him outside, looking physically beaten up. From then, he hung out with you and the band. He had been there when Freddie and Deacy joined. When you had recorded your first song. When you had left Trident Studios and joined EMI.

But, he then disappeared. He was gone without a trace which left a gaping hole of longing within your soul itself.

This was when your songs started to be discarded from albums. They began to not even be recorded. You had lost your muse, seemingly your reason for life itself. The lads in the band noticed this before anyone else did.

It was a few years of heartbreak before everyone lost you. More than metaphorically, of course.

It was 1975 when you disappeared. You wrote a note to the band, apologising for your absence, resigned from the contract with EMI and moved to America.

You had given up with your life, so you were pray to those who would try to harm you. You were vulnerable and loved a good alcoholic drink, so it was easy for the sod that turned you into a vampire to do so. You didn’t really remember it, but you did know that you had been fending for yourself since then.

The only good thing to come of it, was that you no longer had to worry about how your soldier left you. You didn’t have to. You pushed it to the back of your mind and tried to forget about it.

You had your mansion, your alcohol and your memories of Queen to get you through. You had also befriended a vampire called Damon Salvatore and another called Stefan Salvatore who lived a few roads away from you.

It got to the point where you were basically living in their place more than your own. You and Damon often got blackout drunk and would go around Mystic Falls just for the hell of it, which would then result in Stefan having to clear up your mess.

Present day: Mystic Falls

The Quinjet landed in a field beside a mansion. There had been a system failure, so Steve had to land it. The Avengers walked out of the jet, Bucky at the back. They walked to the door and Steve knocked on the oak.

Inside, you got up from the sofa and answered the door, somewhat shocked the Captain America was there.

“Win?” You said, seeing the soldier behind Steve.

“Y/n? You’re alive?”

“Un-bloody-fortunately, yeah. Come in, all of you.” You said, letting them in.

“I thought you’d died, doll.”

“I couldn’t do it after you left.”

“Do what?”

“Queen, life, any of it. I gave up. I wrote the lads a note before I left…. It hurt Win. It hurt so fucking much.” You said as Bucky wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m sorry, doll.” Bucky said, slightly tightening his embrace.

“It wasn’t your fault. With the whole Hydra and mind wipe thing I knew it would come eventually. Just maybe not so soon.”

A knock came from the door. “Y/n, I brought Jack Daniels.” It was Damon, there for the monthly drown your sorrows meeting you two would have.

“I guess you found someone else, huh doll?” Bucky said before letting go of you and walking into the living room as you answered the door, letting Damon in. You left the door open and vamp speeded to Bucky.

“It’s not like that, Win. It has never been like that. Not with him and not with anyone else, alright? And if you don’t believe me, you can ask him.”

Bucky looked you in your eyes. “You sure, doll?”

“There’s no one, Win. No one but you.”

Bucky smiled, embracing you once again. Damon stood in the doorway, happy that you had found Bucky again.

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(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

[rassvetsky]

heyyy 🤠 ! i saw that ur ask box is open so do you think you could write some fluff with Steve Rogers abt halloween ?? i’m really craving comfort rn 🥹🥹

im drunk therefore i can barely speak my native language let alone english, and this is a complete mess. i still hope you like it tho bby feel free to request something else if this isnt it :( love you so much fr id commit arson for you i think

Star Spangled Singer

part one | part two

steve rogers x reader

"When you're not sure what to wear for Tony's Halloween party, Steve comes up with a solution. Too bad that he earned a rival as a result, but he's always going to be your favorite Captain America, and you'll always be his favorite Star Spangled Singer."

[2k] | fem!reader, nothing worth adding as a warning except for maria hill because she's hot and her & reader would make a killer couple, mentions of the USO tour, alcohol intake, idk what this is tbh

reblog and/or like for a kiss, feedback much appreciated! not proofread.

"Can't I just go dressed up as… Myself?" 

"Steve, that's not how Halloween works," you sighed, arms folded on your chest as you sat cross-legged on the bed right by Steve's legs. He was leaning on the bed frame, one hand keeping his book open from the lower end of it, the other swirling the marker around- and he looked so cozy that you felt a bit guilty about keeping him away from the world of his book. Sighing softly, you slowly moved closer to him and got under the covers, his arm immediately finding its way around your shoulders to keep you close to his chest. "Besides, I think Maria is already going as Captain America, so…" 

The grimace which took its place on his face pulled a laugh out of you, as you patted his chest reassuringly, watching him as he carefully jammed the bookmark on the page he was left at. Setting the book down on the nightstand by his side, he wrapped both of his arms around you, slightly pulling you on top of him as you braced yourself on his chest, looking down at him with a silly grin. "What are you going as?" 

"Dunno," you hummed happily, reaching to press your lips against his chin when you couldn't bear the lovesick expression he kept sending your way anymore. "I'm so hopeless when it comes to actually picking something. Might as well go dressed as your shield or something."

His warm laugh was enough to bring the smile on your lips even wider. "I might actually have an idea." 

You don't even know how he found an exact replica, and you're not willing to ask but the next day, a couple of hours before the party, Steve came back to your shared room in the compound with a costume. Specifically, a Star Spangled Singers costume. 

"Did the USO tour in the 40's with the group," he chuckled, watching your bewildered eyes as you ran your fingers through the soft fabric of the outfit, laid out across the bed. "What do you think? Too much?" 

"I am going to look awesome with Maria, you have no idea." 

A playful frown formed between his brows. "Really? While the actual Captain America is-" 

"We both know you're gonna go with a shirt, Steve. Let's not try to fool each other." you giggled, slowly approaching his sitting figure to wrap your arms around his neck and let him pull you into his lap. "It's so cool. God, you're so cool- can't believe I'm dating this guy." 

His soft laughter was muffled when he reached in to bury his face in your hair, tugging you closer to his chest as he did so. "You're going to look beautiful in it," he hummed. "Gonna give me the best kind of nostalgia." 

"I thought you hated the USO tour-" 

"Shut it," he whispered, earning a quiet chuckle from you. "Everything is bearable when it's with you." 

Quite literally, every single negative thought he had about the tour vanished the second you walked into the room, hand to hand with Maria Hill who was indeed dressed as Captain America, tight star spangled suit actually fitting her so well that you thought maybe, she could pass as him if she wanted to. 

But boy, oh boy; Steve couldn't keep his eyes off of you. Blue sleeveless vest with a deep V cut and three pairs of stars on the collar, flowy red and white skirt short enough to show just enough of your legs, adorned with a black pantyhose. You had a blue cap placed carefully on top of your styled hair, and white gloves going up halfway through your biceps; he couldn't help the way his gaze followed you through when you approached Tony and Nick with Maria, completely ignoring the way Sam nudged his side and waved towards your direction to get your attention. "Damn, she left you for another Captain America? That's cold." 

You excused yourself, squeezing Maria's hand slightly before letting go, graceful strut clicking against the marble flooring as you made your way over to the duo. "Hey Wilson, who are you supposed to be?" 

Sam faked offense, one hand dramatically going up to his chest to clutch it. "Excuse me? Nat King Cole?" 

"I'm supposed to guess Nat King Cole just from the.. suit?" 

"Why else would I wear a suit- alright, you know what Cover Girl, I'm gonna leave you and your star-struck boyfriend alone and get as drunk as I possibly could," he declared, giving Steve -who was still watching you with a smile on his lips- a pat on the shoulder before offering you a salute and walking away, towards Rhodey.

You finally returned your attention to your boyfriend then, meeting his sparkly gaze with a big smile. "Hey Cap." 

"Wow." 

"I know." you giggled. "Maria and I make quite the couple." Steve didn't react much to the joke, too busy staring at your maroon lips and the way they curved upwards- feeling red, white, blue fireworks going off in his chest. 

Not that he wasn't used to seeing you all dressed- you could pull literally anything off, in his eyes. From tactical outfits to the silliest pajamas known to humankind, you always looked stunning to him, filling his insides with a boyish kind of giddiness, which he hid well through the serious exterior. 

You approached him a bit more then, resting a glove-clad hand on his chest before reaching up to press a kiss against his cheek, trying to break him off of the trance he seemed to be under. "Earth to Rogers?" 

"You look incredible," he chuckled, mostly to himself, before getting a hold of your hand to twirl you around once. You did so, rather gracefully, the flowy skirt going up and down in the most hypnotizing way possible. "I might have to keep you away from Maria at all costs. She might just forget to remain professional as Captain America." 

"She's equally as hot so it kinda goes both ways," you shrugged, earning a playful scoff from him before he held your hand again, this time bringing it up to his lips to place a soft kiss on top. "Ooh, chivalrous." 

"Can we- do you want- hold on, let me just," he cleared his throat as you bit down on your lower lip, holding back a laugh. "Can I get this beautiful lady a drink?" 

"Did I just get you all flustered, Rogers?" you chuckled, slowly dragging him towards the bar as he laughed along, sheepish. "Good thing you have no idea what's under this outfit."

"What? Wait, what's under the outfit?" he asked, although his hopes of getting an answer died down quickly when the two of you met Natasha, Bruce and Clint by the bar. Clint, by the other side of the bar, immediately went in for a high-five with you before pulling out the bottle of champagne Tony opened earlier on. "Why is Steve incredibly under-dressed next to such lady?" 

"Heard he's not the Captain anymore." Natasha chimed in, earning a laugh from the group as you nodded. 

"Oh, yeah! Much more fun, working with Captain Hill." you purred, basking in the warmth Steve's hand on your waist provided. "Wonder where she is.."

"She's busy being given a headache by Tony," Natasha replied right after Clint handed the two glasses to Steve and you, earning a timid smile from you before you took a generous sip, letting the liquid burn down all the way through your throat. "The two of you by the door might've made me question my sexuality a little bit." 

"Alright, can everyone just stop trying to bed my girlfriend?" 

"Bed me? Oh my God, you're actually back in the 40's," you laughed, with Steve playfully rolling his eyes and tugging you closer to his side. "Might as well ask me to dance Waltz with you to Doja Cat." 

"I might, actually-" but you cut him off with a quick kiss to his lips, before slowly stepping away from him with a wink, still holding onto your glass. 

"That's too bad, a Star Spangled Singer only dances with Captain America herself!" 

"I'm starting to get used to this thing," Maria twirled you around again, earning a hearty laugh from you when you nodded and did the same to her. 

"You look badass in it. You should take on the name, seriously." 

"Only if you agree to be my sidekick. But in that outfit."

"I don't think I could fight in high heels and a skirt-" 

"You don't have to," she chuckled, shaking her head. "Just give me a thumbs up when I do good and sit pretty, that'd be good." 

You laughed along, pulling her to your side tiredly when the music changed again. "I actually considered coming as Captain America's shield but then Steve pulled this out, so…" 

"Steve was the one pulling this out?" she asked, giggling. "He knew what he was getting himself into, then." 

"Mhm. Speaking of…" you trailed off, slowly pushing yourself apart from her embrace and reaching to fix her hair before smiling again. "I should find him. I kind of deserted him for you, hotshot." 

"Best choice you've ever made." she chuckled and squeezed your hand one last time. "Have fun, m'kay?" 

"You too." you hummed before walking away from her happily, eyes scanning through the room as you made your way over to the bar again. A squeak left you when you felt a strong pair of arms wrap around your waist, pulling you close to his chest with a laugh. "Steve! You scared me." 

"And you, miss, haven't answered my question." he spoke, right against your ear. You let out a soft chuckle at that. "What's under the outfit?" 

"My endless love and adoration for a certain Steve Rogers." you replied seriously, causing him to laugh and hide his face on your neck. "For real. I got a Captain America trading card in my bra and that's like, all." 

"I thought you meant something like, I don't know, a very patriotic lingerie set or…" 

"Please don't bring politics into our bedroom," you chuckled, slowly turning around in his hold to wrap your arms around his neck and smile up to him. "I was messin' with you. Wanted to rile you up solely for my own amusement." 

"Left your manners on the nightstand?" 

"Exactly." you hummed, letting him pull you closer just to press his lips against the side of your forehead. 

"Well, there's always the fourth of July for that, I hope." he shrugged, and you really wanted to just kiss him until his poor lungs went dry. "Say, what does one do with their girlfriend on a Halloween night?" 

"Horror movies are on the table," you mumbled. "We'll steal beer from the kitchen- and of course, the candies Tony insisted on buying to give to trick-or-treaters as if any child ever comes around here." 

"Sounds like a deal. But you'll keep the outfit on, right?" 

"Only if you're gonna be the one to take it off when I'm too sleepy to do so." 

You could still hear the music through the thick walls of the compound, although a lot more muffled. Your chest was against Steve's back as the two of you cuddled up on the bed, a low-budget horror movie from early 2000's on your TV while you absentmindedly played with his fingers, massaging his palm with your thumbs mostly to ignore the logical explanations he came up with for whatever demon was after the characters. "Stevie?" you looked up a bit, earning a hum from him. 

"Yeah?" 

You let your head fall back on his chest and closed your eyes, a smile forming on your lips. "You're my favorite Captain America, you know that, right? Even though Maria is a close second." 

He laughed at that, arms wrapping around you a bit tighter before he left a kiss on your hair. "I know. And you're my favorite Star Spangled Singer." 

"You'd lose your virginity to me in the 40's too?" 

"Christ- who even told you about that?"

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[lives-in-midgard]

This Love

(Musician AU Part 3)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: Dating a famous singer has it's ups and downs but you and Steve are there for each other.

Word Count: 1715

A/N: Hey everyone! This is part 3 of Steve's Story in my musician AU! I really hope you enjoy it. The divider is made by @firefly-graphics

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Masterlist | Musician AU

You and Steve have been dating for a few weeks now. Steve took you on a few dates and sometimes you were just chilling at his home or your apartment. Date nights usually were somewhere where he thought he didn’t get recognized. Sometimes there were a few fans who wanted a picture with Steve, but it was never a big problem for you, and no one ever asked who you were. You were so happy to have him back in your life and so was Steve.

Today was the day Steve decided to take you with him to a band rehearsal. It made you so happy to finally see the boys again and watch them sing together. It’s been so long since you saw them, and you can’t wait to give them all a hug. You had a short shift at work today, so Steve picked you up from your workplace and you were currently on your way to the boys. Steve walked beside you and held your hand while you walked from the car to the building. Before Steve opened the door you could already hear music coming from the inside. You both chuckled and Steve gave you a soft kiss before opening the door. When Steve opened the door, the boys immediately stopped what they were doing and looked up. They all smiled when they saw you.

“Hey, y/n!” Sam said. You walked closer to them and greeted them.

“It’s so nice to finally see you again.” Sam said when you hugged him. Then it was Bucky’s turn for the hug. He gave you a very warm and welcoming smile before he wrapped his arms around you.

“It’s so great to have you back.” Bucky said after breaking the hug. Then there was the last one you needed to give a hug.

“Great so see you again” Clint said after you pulled away. When you turned around you looked at Steve.

“I think your boyfriend is getting jealous.” Sam said with a chuckle and Steve began to blush.

“You don’t have to be, Steve.” You walked closer to him, cupped his cheek and gave him a soft kiss. You smiled at each other when you broke the kiss.

“I wasn’t jealous.” Steve mumbled and you chuckled.

“Are you sure?” You asked and he looked at the ground for a second before looking into your eyes again.

“Maybe I was a little bit jealous.” Steve admitted.

“You really don’t have to, okay?” You said and he nodded before giving you a last kiss. Then he turned around. You all talked for a while until Steve decided that it was time to rehearse some songs. You took a seat in front of them and listened to them. You still couldn’t believe how they got from a band that was just singing for fun to a successful band that was now having a lot of fans and singing in big halls. Watching them sing now is almost like it was back in high school. One thing that was different back then was that you couldn’t look too much at Steve without blushing but now you were looking at him the whole time. You smiled at each other, and it felt like he was singing for you. At one song he even walked over to you. You stood up and he took your hand and spinned you around. You laughed and so did he and you could see how Bucky smiled in the back. After that song they took a little break and sat down. You sat down next to Steve and took his hand.

“What are you actually practicing for?” You asked after a while.

“I thought you would never ask.” Sam said with a chuckle.

“It’s for the festival at Coney Island in two weeks.” Steve said beside you.

“Oh, that’s so cool. We definitely have to go on some rides when we are there.” You said and looked over at Steve.

“Of course.”

“But not with the Cyclone.” Bucky and you both said at the same time and began to laugh while Steve was looked between the two of you and wasn’t laughing.

“You two will never leave me alone with that, right.” Steve asked and you and Bucky looked at each other and shook your head.

“No, never.” You said and you looked back at him. You chuckled and Steve just shook his head. Steve, Bucky and you once went to Coney Island together. Steve didn’t want to ride the Cyclone, but you and Bucky dragged him into it. Steve threw up while you were all in the Cyclone and since then you and Bucky were sometimes teasing Steve about it.

That’s what you had been missing all those years. Sitting with them and talking and laughing. Yeah, you had Yelena, and you sometimes hang out with your work colleagues, but it was never the same like with them. After the break, they sang one last song, well they sang it twice it had a few mistakes the first time. When they were finished, they have all packed their things.

“Do you guys have anything planned today?” Sam asked while Bucky packed his guitar into the bag. Bucky looked up and spoke.

“Not much, I just hang out with Alpine and maybe try something new on the guitar.” Alpine is Bucky’s cat you found out earlier. Then Sam and Clint said what they would do later.

“And you two?” Clint asked.

“Nothing special, right?” You said and looked over to Steve.

“Actually, we are going out for dinner.” Steve said and you were surprised.

“Oh, we do?” You smiled and Steve took your hand. You all said goodbye and they wished you a nice date night. Steve drove back to your apartment, then you changed into some other clothes. While you changed, he quickly went to his car where he had other clothes and then changed too.

A while later you were both sitting in a beautiful restaurant. Steve reserved a table in the back, so that you have it more private. You had a good time there with Steve. When Steve suggested to order a dessert, a waiter came to your table. He nervously looked at Steve for a second and then began to talk.

“Mr. Rogers. My boss told me to let you know that there are a few fans outside and some paparazzi.”

“Oh, Shit.”

“Steve, language.” You teased him and Steve chuckled a little but then went serious again.

“I’m sorry, could I please pay and then we’ll want to leave.” Steve said and the waiter nodded. Steve paid for the both of you and the waiter left.

“I’m so sorry honey. I thought we were safe here, but I think I was wrong. I’m sorry you have to go out there, where the fans and paparazzi are waiting.” You reached for his hand and squeezed it.

“It’s okay, Steve. It’s not your fault. I don’t care about that; I knew something like this could happen when we started dating.” You gave him a smile.

“Are you sure?” He asked and you nodded. Then Steve moved your hand to his mouth and pressed a soft kiss on the back of it.

“Okay, but at least take my cap.” Steve said and gave you the cap he had when you came in.

“And don’t look at them just take my hand and we walk to my car.”

“Okay.” You said and walked to the door. Before walking out you looked at each other again and Steve pressed a kiss on your cheek. When you walked out, all you could hear was the clicking of the cameras, some shouting and the light from the camera was so bright. You could barely see where you were going and tried not to look at them like Steve said but it was a bit difficult because the paparazzi was shouting something. You and Steve just walked to his car. He opened the door for you, and you quickly sat down. When Steve sat down too, he immediately pulled down the sun visor at both sides of the car. He drove away and rested his hand on your thigh.

“Are you okay?” He looked over to you and asked.

“Yeah.” You said and he nodded not sure if you were saying the truth. When you arrived at Steve’s home, he gave you some of his clothes to change. You cuddled up in bed and watched a movie. You were glad that you still had a good date night.

You were cuddled up to Steve when you woke up to the sound of your phone vibrating. Steve was still asleep, so you tried not to wake him up as you reached for your phone on the bedside table. When you unlocked your phone, you received many messages from Yelena.

“Y/N”

“Oh, Shit”

“Did you already saw it?”

“You have to look on this article!!!”

“That’s you right?!?!”

You read her messages and then decided to click on this article that she sent you. When you saw the headline, you couldn’t believe what you saw.

“Oh, shit.” You accidentally said it out loud and looked over at Steve who was now starting to wake up.

“Everything okay, honey?” Steve softly said and you didn’t know what to say.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Steve knew immediately that something was wrong. So, instead of saying anything, you turned your phone towards him so he could read the headline.

“Oh no, I’m so sorry.” He said when he saw the article.

“Who is this mysterious lady at Steve Roger’s side?” Was the headline with a few pictures of the two of you leaving the restaurant last night. Because of the cap, your face couldn’t really be seen, but it still felt strange that the world knew now about you and Steve. Well, they didn’t know who you were, but they knew he is dating someone. But it’s okay, because sooner or later they would have found out anyway. Especially when you’re going to the festival with him in two weeks. You want to go there because you want to support him, be there for him and the band and maybe have fun there too.

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[darsynia]

Steve Rogers Masterlist

MCU MASTERLIST | TONY STARK MASTERLIST | RECENTS

Welcome to the Steve Rogers masterlist. Here you'll find all the stories that feature Steve as a main character.

{ Fave: 💚 }{ Romance: ♥️ }{ Angst: 🖤 }{ All Audiences: 🤍 }{ Smut: 🔥 }

THEY SHOW THEIR TRUTH (Steve/Natasha smut) 💚🖤🔥 Oneshot

EQUALS (Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanoff fluff) ♥️🤍 Oneshot

EPHEMERA (Steve Rogers/Artist!Reader angst smut) ♥️🖤🔥 Oneshot

HAPPY VAL (Steve Rogers/Barista!Reader fluff) ♥️🤍 Oneshot

JUST RIGHT MASTERLIST

Steve Rogers/Armorer!Reader pining w/happy ending 💚♥️🖤

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 - COMPLETE at 28k

NEARER, MY GOD, TO THEE

Tony/Steve Titanic AU (not Jack/Rose, no death) Complete in 4 parts 💚♥️🔥 Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four

SAFE IN MY (OUR) ARMS series 💚♥️🔥 (Eventual Steve x Bucky x lounge singer!Reader Sex Pollen)

Part I: HAND(S) OFF MASTERLIST -complete 4/6 Part II: SHIPPING AND HANDLING

Ch 1: Vicinity | Ch 2: Urgency | Ch 3: Gravity -new! 10/23

UPCOMING:

King of Stones and Stars Steve/Tony 'kissed quiet' 'Mutual Pining' for avengers bingo

Please respond in a comment if you would like to be added to the Steve Rogers taglist for when I post something new (feel free to use an Ask as well, but I sometimes have them off).

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers smut #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #captain america x reader #captain america fanfiction #captain america imagine

[missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway]

I will slowly be adding my previous stories over time. New stories will be up the same day as ao3.

What I currently have posted:

Time After Time: Modern!Eddie Munson x POC!Reader

Moonlight & Fang: Alpha!Jax Teller, Dean Winchester, Captain Syverson, Ari Levinson, Bucky Barnes x OC Omega!Selene/Red

You Were Finished Long Before We Had Even Seen The Start: Indie Rocker!Eddie Munson x POC!Indie Rocker!Reader “Sug” x Fuckboy!Steve Harrington (Drabble/Part 2)

LUNATIC: Avengers x POC!Reader "Nyx"

That First Night: POC!Reader x Nomad!Steve Rogers

Why Did Love Put A Gun In My Hand: Mafia!Avengers x POC Reader “Jinx”

It's hard for me to say, I'm jealous of the way, you're happy without me...: Hunterverse AU, Sy, Walter, Curtis (Lumberjack & the 2 bears) x POC Reader "Havoc/TG" Ex Dean x Reader

Let Me Spell It Out For You: Jax Teller x Rockstar!Reader "Firefly" Ex Bf!Rockstar!Steve Rogers x Reader

Why You Calling Me Tonight: Ex!August Walker x POC!Reader Walter Marshall x POC!Reader (Challenge Accepted/Part 2)

Sandalwood, Leather, Mead & Honey: Thor x POC Singer!Reader “Honey” x Bucky. Thor x POC Singer!Reader “Honey” x Bucky x Steve.

Bittersweet: POC!Reader “Lux” x Walter Marshall

Affinity Series: Alpha!Bucky x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader, Alpha!Steve x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader, Alpha!Bucky x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader x Alpha!Steve

Don't Care If It Sounds Cold. It Is, What It Is: Bucky x POC!Reader, Ex!Steve Rogers x POC!Reader

Badda Boom Universe: Alpha!Jax Teller x Omega!POC!Reader "LuLu"

I got all these issues. Will you be my prescription?: Bucky Barnes x POC!Reader

Madness my dear is lovely in the right hands...: Mafia!Stucky x POC Escort!Reader “Sin”

#poc reader #masterlist #smut #angst