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stuckybarton · 3 years

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Red Velvet Cake

Summary: Behind the sweet smile and angelic personality was a spitfire when someone dared destroy her little bakery in the heart of New York. Steve finds that out the hard way when his girlfriend's bakery becomes collateral damage in a small fight in New York. Warning: Profanities. Mild Violence. (Two Loud Slaps to be specific). Grammar Errors. Not Beta’d. Characters: Unnamed Female Character x Steve Rogers Words: 1,775 A/N: I don’t know, I just thought of this idea and thought why not. Masterlist

You had never thought your life would become this wild, but you've gone with the flow. Who would have ever thought that finally starting this bakery in the heart of New York. It was tough, with just a handful of employees, would bring you into so much chaos in your once peaceful life.

Meeting the Avengers had been a wild ride with a smooth beginning for you. First meeting Sam, a man that was looking for a quick snack post-work out. A man with a soft smile and quick quips that brought a smile on everyone's faces every single time he would come to visit. Then eventually, he came not alone, but with two of his best friend and your life changed ever since.

Bucky Barnes was the mellow of the trio, preferring to stay in the background while Sam would try his hardest to flirt with you and push his other friend with you. But he always had this charm on him that had a few of your female employees swooning just by the simply nickname of Doll he would throw at them.

But Sam's other friend had all his attention on you just as much as you had your entire attention on him. The dame that always spoiled him with sweets and made him enjoy morning runs more now that your bakery become their daily stop after.

It started out with the flirtation, at least that was what Steve believed it to be. Having been used to Sam's daily flirtation, you got so immune to it that it had become easier to hide the warmth in your cheeks or the heart eyes that Sam and Bucky were once quick to point out when Steve wasn't looking. Eventually it ended with him finally asking you out for lunch and the rest, as they say was history between the two of you.

Eventually, it had brought you into the circle of what was his team. The Avengers. Starting with one Tony Stark that had visited your bakery one fair morning and brought everything in your bakery long before the trio would come for their visit. It was an eventful day for you, that much you could admit. Everyone had the rest of the day to themselves and gave you time to spend with Steve, as annoyed as he was to not be able to have his usual treats. You made him your special apple pie as compensation, much to his enjoyment.

Then it was the rest of the team, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, and Vision. Visiting after getting a taste of your pastries that Tony Stark had generously provided for the team. Now like the trio, you now have another trio you can call as your regulars. Then there was Clint Barton, Thor, and Dr. Bruce Banner that eventually came to visit after everyone had egged them on and they would come for a few pastries and coffee, but not as much as the rest of the bunch. You were alright with that, being able to meet Steve's team and knowing each and every single one of them were good people in their own little way was enough for you.

Weeks turned into months, and months now turned to almost two years. Your life at the bakery was filled with ups and downs just as much as your relationship with one Steve Rogers. The constant fear you had when he was on a mission, uncertain whether he would come back alive or not. Then there was the more often than not times that you were too consumed with the bustling number of customers than you only had time to give him a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek before helping out on the cashier. It had once been a fight between the two of you because of your line of work, but you would constantly compromise. He was out saving the world while you were living the dream you had always wanted for yourself with baking. Instead of his apartment in Brooklyn, Steve was now living with you, in the humble little apartment you had above the bakery. Your little piece of heaven.

This life you had created with Steve was something you had never thought you'd have for yourself but you were enjoying it immensely. You would want nothing more in your life. Until things had gone horribly bad and you want nothing more than to kill Steven Grant Rogers and the rest of the Avengers.

Y/N was going to kill him. That much Steve had known while they continued on with the debriefing. A quarter of New York City was wiped clean by the attack of the alien overlord attempting their luck on the planet. As much as Tony had assured that they could stay in the tower while repairs were being made, He was still uncertain with what you would be feeling because of it.

Nothing hurts him more than seeing you sad or disappointed.

"What's the ETA on the repair?" he inquired as soon as the meeting was done.

"More or less two weeks. We've had our team assure Y/N that her employees would be paid full for the two weeks while we are doing repairs." Tony explained. "Last time I heard she barely spoke a word while she helped her employees with cleaning up."

Steve could only sigh, annoyance peaking through his mind. It was worst than he thought.

"Mister Stark, Ms. Y/L/N is on her way to the meeting room." F.R.I.D.A.Y announced.

Before the A.I could finish with the announcement, the sudden slam of the door had everyone's head turn, every single one ready for another fight. But the sight of the innocent Y/N looking displeased brought everyone to a slight calm. There was still a problem, but this was better than another alien attack.

"Babe-"

The resounding slap had everyone else wincing. So much for the Super Serum. Everyone could see the red imprint on Steve's face and your shaky hand responsible for the said mark on the Captain's face.

"Your fucking shield destroyed the ramekins." you snapped, Steve could practically see you shaking from where you stood in front of him.

You were nothing, compared to him, a Super Soldier. But just the sight of you, fuming to the nose made everyone believe that you can easily take him on. This was a genuine surprise for Steve. He had seen so much side of his girlfriend of nearly two years. Through many stages of emotional turmoil, happiness, sadness, annoyance, dysphoria, and that godforsaken puppy dog eyes that he could never say no to. But this, the sight of you angry, genuinely furious was the last thing he would have ever thought to see from you.

"Everyone has a long day, Y/N." Tony approached and the glare than now focused on her made it very well known that his presence and his response was the biggest mistake he has ever made in the moment. "Why don--"

Tony wasn't able to finish his sentence as he gets to experience the same slap handed to him by you. Without the Super Soldier Serum, the sound of the slap resounded even louder than the former. Everyone was left in a mix of shock and the need to hold in their laughter at the shock look than now lingered on Tony's face as he rubbed his red cheek.

"As for you," you snapped pointing your finger right into Tony. "You're going to pay for both the fuckin bakery and my apartment upstairs. Of all the places Stark, you just had to throw the alien on my newly renovated bathroom."

Tony could only nod.

"Your people also need to talk to my employees, some of them are injured because a big fucking green dickhead thought it would be nice to throw alien matters into the basement like basketballs through the hoops." you snapped side-glancing towards the guilty Bruce Banner that refused to make any eye contact with you. "You're covered for their hospital bills, therapy, and two weeks of their supposed shift."

Tony gaped nodding.

"Jesus, why the fuck does it always have to be New York, better yet, why the hell does it have to be in the US? There are so many fucking countries in this world." You ranted turning your attention back to Steve that now broke into a small smile at your outburst. "You're not off the hook. We're staying here, but you're sleeping on the coach until further notice."

What smile he had now comes falling from his face. Blinking, this was a dangerous situation. Far more dangerous than his earlier encounter with the aliens only hours ago. But all he could do was nod, not knowing if any protest from him would result in a worst punishment.

"Sam," you turned to the man that now looked scared to be your focus. "Can you show me to the kitchen? I'll try making everyone someone to eat. God knows you're all starving." you request, all signs of anger now slowly dissolving from your features.

Steve didn't know what scared him more at this point, your anger or how quick you were able to recover from said anger. As Sam escorted you out of the meeting room, the rest of the team also made their way out to help you in whatever you may need in the kitchen. It now left Steve and Tony alone, practically still feeling the aftermath of your slap.

"Having second thought about proposing, Lover Boy?" Tony finally broke the awkward silence.

Taking a deep breath, the first chuckle all day finally escaped his lips.

No, he was far from having second thoughts. The engagement ring hidden in his locker room made it evident to him what he was about to do on their 2nd anniversary. It would take some convincing on your part after what happened. But you loved him enough to forgive him for what happened, since technically it wasn't really his fault why the bakery was ruined.

"The proposal is still a go, Tony." he responds finally leaving the meeting room to making his way to the kitchen, already hard at work with cooking what he assumed was spaghetti and meatballs and his favourite red velvet cake.

"Steve's not having any cake right?" Nat asked as soon as she caught sight of him.

"You know what, Romanoff--"

"Not even a fucking crumb." Your response even with you facing away from him had everyone roaring in laughter and Steve rolling his eyes even with the smile on his lips growing bigger at the situations.

The things he has to endure for love.

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captainapple · 2 years

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The Unnamed Woman: Mini Series

Pairing: Pre-Serum! (and Post-Serum!) Steve Rogers X Fem! OC

Summary: Historical romance story between an immigrant girl and Steve, the Captain America.

a/n: This is something that I've never done before, writing an OC. The OC goes with the pronoun she/her since the setting was back in the war era. I tried to make the OC without any physical descriptions. I hope you guys like it :)

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Chapter 1/?: Companion

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twistedanddecayed · 3 years

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His Collection.

Summary: Steve knew from the first time he saw her that she was perfect. What had been a one night stand quickly turned into so much more. He knew no-one else would compare, and soon, so would she.

Characters: Dark!Steve Rogers x unnamed female character,

Words: 1358

Warnings: stalker Steve, oral sex (m), deep-throating, face fucking, p in v, fingering, female orgasm, male masturbation, voyerism, consensual and non-con photography.

A/N: This came to me last night after hearing Shawn Mendes’ There’s Nothin’ Holding Me Back. In particular, the lines

I wanna follow where she goes I think about her and she knows it

You take me places that tear up my reputation Manipulate my decisions Baby, there's nothing holdin' me back

and this pretty much wrote itself. I’ve dabbled in writing the Winchester’s before, but this is the first time I’ve written Steve, so my apologies if this is a little off!

While @cockslut-padalecki has read this and created the above visual (ty bb), all mistakes are my own from a 2am drinking/writing spree. Feedback, likes and reblogs fully welcomed!

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The skyline is coming alive by the time Steve makes his way through his apartment. When he’d left, the sky was a thick blanket of darkness, beautifully broken up by hundreds of stars which had been visible from the large windows of his hilltop home as he’d considered leaving. Golden rays had streaked over the buildings, reflecting from windows and mirrored exterior in ways that only the Winter sun can as he’d looked down at the city which slept beneath him. He’d paid over the asking price for this place, needing his privacy. Needing to be away from prying eyes. The view was an added bonus. Cameras were installed in every room, a telescope positioned at the window aimed perfectly. For someone who didn’t want to be seen, Steve loved to watch.

A whiskey glass is held by the tips of his fingertips; the amber liquid swirls with each step and the ice knocks against the glass. The usual clang it should make is all but silenced by his touch. He’d kicked off his sneakers, shrugged out of the dark hoodie the moment he’d re-entered his home. One hand had reached up to ruffle his hair, his sock-covered feet had padded through to one of his favourite rooms. An aged but perfectly comfortable leather chair sits opposite a matching deep burgundy coloured chesterfield sofa.

A tall lamp stands proudly beside the chair, casting the room in a warm glow and highlighting a small table supporting the opened bottle of whiskey. Steve digs his hand into his sweatpants as he lifts the glass to his lips, his eyes searching the scenery for any sign of life this early in the morning while the smooth amber liquid warms his throat and down into his chest as he swallows. Synthetic plastic presses against his fingers, pulling his lips into a smirk as the image burnt into the polaroid resurfaces in his mind.

She looked beautiful tonight, her smile bright and her eyes lighting up when she saw him. The curve of her lips painted in that shade of red reminded him of the way they’d looked wrapped around his cock as he’d filled her mouth and throat only stopping once his pubic bone was pressed fully against her nose and his balls against her chin. She’d squirmed, slapped at his thighs in desperation, dragged her nails down his skin as her eyes had streamed at the forced entry to her throat. He hadn’t given her a second to adjust - the moment his cock had slipped past her lips, he was buried within her with a satisfied groan.

He remained lodged there until she stopped fighting it, which to his disappointment, was sooner than he’d hoped. She relaxed her jaw, loosened the muscles in her throat and began to breathe through her nose as much as she could. Through soaked lashes, she looked up at him and waited for him to begin to thrust. He claimed her mouth as he had her cunt later that night and he’d left her home knowing exactly who she belonged to.

A wine red dress had clung to her body, accentuated her curves and had his heart pounding against his ribs as his cock had begun to swell at the very sight of her. He’d thought of ripping the dress from her body, or at the very least bunching it up to her waist, tearing her panties from her body and stuffing them into her mouth before taking her in the closest private and secure area. But he hadn’t. He’d shown self-control.

Steve takes another drink before turning away from the window and makes his way to the bookcase. His fingers find the container disguised as a book and takes it over to the chair. It takes seconds to flip it open and touch over the pictures. She always loved being the focal point of his camera and the shots of her in front of him show this. He places the glass next to the bottle and selects the new additions from his pocket from tonight.

She stares back at him, her eyes feel as though they’re burning into him. Her lips are perfectly parted in a pout that makes him want to lean forward and nibble on her lip as he drives his fingers within her pussy just to hear her whine his name, feel her knees buckle and her cum to soak his palm. Each photo she’s in a various state of undress, her hand tugging at her bra or the side of her panties provocatively. He can see her nipples straining against the feminine flimsy material.

His breathing deepens as his cock starts to feel heavy against his thigh. He lightly traces the outline of it with his fingers, barely more than a ghost of a touch but it’s enough for him to feel something. It’s enough for now. He strokes over the distinct ridge of the head, dragging two fingers and his thumb down his shaft and back up again. The small smile on her lips as she pulls the cup of her bra down to finally show what he’d asked, making his tongue to swipe over his lips as he remembers the feel of her puckered bud against his tongue.

The next picture is a close-up. She has her hands on either side of her neck, her arms mostly cover her tits, with the spot above her elbow pushing them together, both nipples are exposed. The picture looks black and white but it’s the lighting. The curtains weren’t fully closed, street light streamed through the slit in the fabric and though Steve doesn’t share, he didn’t care who may have seen what had followed. He hoped they had.

Hoped they saw the way she’d bounced on his cock like it was a goddamn gift. She’d leant back, her back arching perfectly as her hands had rested upon his knees, her tits bouncing with every rock of her hips, her clit visible through her folds had begged for him to circle his thumb over it. He couldn’t say no and didn’t stop until she’d squirted over him, her cunt sucking him back in with the same level of need he’d demonstrated as he’d taken over; gripping her hips as he’d thrust up into her with everything he had.

His balls had slapped against her ass as he’d bottomed out each time, his fingers digging into her flesh making her cry out with both pleasure and light pain. He’d left crescent shapes in her skin, her cervix painted white with cum and light bite marks over her body. The next photo shows these very marks a few days later. She’d shown them to him proudly, sucking his thumb into her mouth and thanking him for them.

By the time he’s onto the very last one that he’d taken tonight, the joggers he’s wearing are tugged down, resting under his balls as his hand strokes from tip to base, his palm circles over the head and back down again. He knows he’s close, he’s pulsing, his balls contract and his toes are curling. He moves at the right time, tugging his shirt up to his chest with the hand gripping the polaroid, pushing the hem of it into his mouth and biting down. His hand works the first three inches, stimulating the tip until ropes of pearly cum splatter the skin of his abs in one, two, three, four strokes.

It may not have been Steve that she was meeting tonight, Steve’s dick she was riding or his name that he watched her mouth as she reached a pitiful show of a fake climax, but he’d make damn sure that it’s him next time. He’d make sure she forgets all about her new fuck toy. He’d make sure the orgasm she cries out for is real and though he’s grateful that she hadn’t learnt to close her curtains, he’d make sure no-one sees the things he plans to do to her.

No-one but him and his camera. His collection was not complete.

Not without her.

The perfect trophy.

And he will have her again.

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the-wrong-providence · 3 years

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A Place to Call Home

Steve Rogers x Unnamed Female Character

Word Count: 589

Warnings: Fluff | Long-term relationship | Cringe

Author’s Note: It’s Steve’s 103rd birthday! And because he’s in my top two favourite MCU Captain Americas, I had to write him a short drabble. This is completely unedited and off the top of my head so have fun reading it!

Steve wasn’t one for birthdays. In fact, he was glad to celebrate on the same day as Independence Day, it took some of the attention away from him. Nevertheless, the parties that Stark threw were always a bit much, and having to be the guest of honour on the day he’d rather be spending alone with his girl was a struggle.

Scanning the room, he tried his best not to seem ungrateful as Stark gave a short speech to welcome everyone to his party. Something along the lines of thanking God for America and thanking God for their Golden Boy. Whatever it was, people laughed, but that wasn’t what Steve was searching for as he stood in front of everyone. In the back corner of the room, was his girl. She was leant against the wall, smiling at him softly, a glass of champagne in her hand. Instantly, Steve let out a contented sigh, smiling back at her.

As soon as he was allowed, Steve politely stepped down from the stairs, seeking out the comfort of his girl. Maybe next year he should suggest a vacation instead. That would be ideal. A beach getaway perhaps. Or maybe a trip to the Alps. Wherever, Steve knew that if it was just the two of them, it would be perfect. Before long, he found her by one of the many windows that overlooked Manhattan, her glass nearing empty. His hand moved to her back, resting at the base of her spine as he stood beside her. She looked up at him.

No words needed to be shared between them as they stood in a comfortable silence, simply relishing in each other's company. She rested against his side, her head falling against his shoulder as he gently kissed the top of her head. This was it. This was his favourite moment of the evening so far. It had taken him 103 years to feel this… this peace, this satisfaction, but now he had it, he would appreciate every second. And it was times like this that he lived for.

“Let’s get a place.” Steve said after a while. She looked up at him, slightly surprised at his suggestion. The two of them had never brought it up. They rarely spoke of their future, instead it was a silent truth that they were happy together. Things were perfect, and Steve had this thought that any words, any promises, would doom their chances. But he couldn’t delay any longer. The world was safe, and he needed to let himself realise it. Living with her would help. Seeing her everyday would help him learn that the good in the world was here to stay.

She nodded slowly. Yes. There was nothing she wanted more. “An apartment in Brooklyn, a little place to call home.” She replied, wrapping her arms around his neck. Steve smiled, seeing nothing short of adoration in her eyes. He could hardly believe his luck. This beautiful lady was his, and she loved him as much as he loved her. She moved up on to the tip of her toes to press a kiss to his lips, before a hand moved down his arm to take hold of his hand.

As the first fireworks went off, she squeezed lightly, giving him a reassuring grin. He swallowed, but let out a heavy breath as she leaned into his arm. She was there with him, right by her side, and she would be for as long as they both lived. She was his home.

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amandaoftherosemire · 4 years

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For She Had Eyes...

Fandom: Marvel Avengers AU

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson, Unnamed OFC!Hallway Blonde

Author: @amandaoftherosemire

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5,146

Format: Two-part series

Warning: Smut, 18+ only, language, unintentional voyeurism, female masturbation, mild angst, embarrassment.

Summary: After accidentally catching Steve in an intimate moment, you can’t stop thinking about it.

A/N: This was inspired by a piece of fanart that I saw that I can’t find now to save my damn life. It was of Steve and Sharon against a wall, mostly clothed, him in a tux and her in a red dress, and I loved it. (If anyone knows what I’m talking about, please let me know so I can credit the artist.)

However, I personally hate how the fandom has treated Sharon Carter at times, so I tend not to vilify her if I can help it. To be clear, Hallway Blonde is NOT Sharon Carter.

I only split this into two parts because of the word count. It was one of those stories that showed up in my brain and wouldn’t shut up until I got it out of there and out of the way. I hope y’all like it!

For She Had Eyes

You didn’t mean to do it. You weren’t trying to peep. But jeez, if he didn’t want anyone to see, then why the hell was he in one of the corridors? Not that you were complaining. You were, but about the fact that you had to stop watching. Really. You had to. In a second.

You'd been heading back to your rooms from the communal kitchen after you’d woken up starving and embarked on an after-midnight foraging expedition. With the slice of pie and the soda you’d acquired, you were quietly padding back to your rooms when the gasping breaths and soft slap of flesh on flesh alerted you to someone else’s presence and their probable current activity.

Expecting Bucky or even Sam, you’d put your training to use and snuck toward the sound rather than away in the hopes of witnessing something you could leverage against them later. They were fun guys, but you needed any ammunition you could get in the unending friendly battle. Catching them in the act of either getting laid or making do could be excellent ammunition.

Which may be why you'd frozen when you peeked around the corner to one of the corridors in the private areas to spy Steve there with some blonde you only vaguely recognized pinned against the wall.

Your eyes widened, but you didn't move, greedily drinking in the sight of Steve, mostly dressed, as he pounded silently into the woman panting in his arms. You knew you should leave, as quietly as possible, respecting Steve's privacy. You stayed, however, for far longer than you were proud of, imprinting the image of Steve in the throes of passion on your retinas.

Though the light was dim, there was more than enough for you to see that Steve Rogers was fucking beautiful lost in pleasure.

His high cheekbones were flushed gorgeous pink, sharp jaw clenched, cheek muscle twitching. His long fingers dug into the woman’s thighs to hold her up and against the wall, in place for his thrusting hips. You could see the muscles of his thighs and ass flexing as he slammed harder into her, driving muffled gasps of pleasure from her lips.

You were grateful for that, as her sounds would hopefully mask your speeding breathing and racing heart. With one last, too long look, drawn by Steve's speeding thrusts, you drug your eyes and self away. You retreated as silently as you had come, praying neither of them had noticed your presence.

Once you thought you were far enough away, you took off running as best you could to your rooms, taking the long way around to avoid Steve and his companion at all costs. Back behind the closed door of your rooms, you dropped the pie and soda you still carried on your coffee table and ran to your bedroom.

In the privacy of your bed, you let your body rule. Sliding your hand between your thighs, you let yourself imagine being in the blonde’s place, your flesh between Steve’s teeth, your arms around his neck, your hands in his hair. As you began to rub circles into your clit, you envisioned Steve’s hands digging into the flesh of your thighs, holding you up and open for the slam of his hips against yours, driving his cock into you with the same relentless rhythm you’d just witnessed. Between your own fevered imaginings and the heated scene seared into your memory, you were coming in no time flat.

With a shuddering moan, you climaxed imagining Steve’s eyes on yours as he fucked you like a madman against a wall.

A while later, despite your physical satisfaction, you stared at the ceiling in horror.

How were you going to face him tomorrow?

You decided not to. Face him, that is. You opted instead to avoid any kind of social setting that day, pretending general surliness to keep everyone, but most especially Steve, at arm’s length.

You skipped breakfast entirely, not wanting to have to make small talk with anyone when you knew you’d be too busy remembering the line of Steve’s jaw as it clenched in passion. You waited until you knew much of the team would be in the gym before you joined them. To make sure you could avoid any interactions, you’d put on your leave-me-alone aura.

When you'd first joined the team, you'd made it clear that there would be days that you needed to be left alone. Those days were signified by the enormous gray hoodie enveloping your torso. Today you wore it over workout gear. You'd pulled the hood up, slid sunglasses onto your nose, and put earbuds into your ears before you'd walked through the door.

Every eye in the room turned toward you, recognized the hoodie and slid away as you crossed toward the outside door. Everyone knew you jogged by yourself on gray hoodie days. Since you studiously did not look at him as you walked out, you didn't see that Steve's eyes stayed on you, his gaze darkening as you left.

Steve's mood, already dark and mean, blackened viciously. With a snarl, he turned on the punching bag Bucky was holding for him. Bucky merely lifted a brow, easily reading Steve's moods. He could always tell when Steve had let his ex-girlfriend get her hooks into him again.

Steve was cursing himself. He'd known better than to let her drag him back in, even for a night, but the craving for you had been riding him hard when she'd texted. He'd been watching you take turns tossing popcorn and catching it in your mouth with Bucky while you debated movie choices with Sam and his heart had been sighing romantically at how sweet and beautiful he thought you were.

He also thought you firmly off-limits. Not only were you a member of his team, and that was no small matter, any change in dynamic possibly detrimental to the safety of everyone, you'd also never given him any indication you'd be receptive. You joked and teased him, but you did that with literally everyone; you were generally the friendly sort.

You also occasionally flirted with him, but it was delicate, almost innocent. There seemed to be more heat behind your flirting with Sam or Bucky. Still, the three of you were the sort of friends that gave each other endless shit, so there didn't seem to be anything to your flirting with them, either. Sam and Bucky always included Steve in the endless shit-giving, too, but you and he had never gotten to that point.

He wished he knew how to talk to you, how to become your friend even if he couldn't tell you he was half in love with you. Every time he tried, however, he ended up feeling too shy to open up for real. You'd always been open and encouraging, but he could tell his shyness looked like rejection to you. It left Captain America perpetually between you.

He'd been lamenting exactly that when she'd texted him, trying to draw him back into her sphere where she could punish him for not loving her enough. Most of the time he was able to resist, but he was feeling particularly sad and lonely. Watching you sit across the room from him, happy and within reach, yet somehow still a million miles away was both temptation and torment. Torn apart by it, he'd been willing to take the punishment to forget what he couldn't have, if only for a moment.

Until he'd been inside her, wishing she was you, and his heightened senses told him they were no longer alone. His inexplicable ability to recognize you by sound and scent alone had set him off and he'd come helplessly, with stuttering hips. He knew he'd heard someone's heart besides hers and his own, and he'd prayed it hadn't really been you who'd caught him in the corridor, that it had only been his own fevered imagination and desperate need that made him think he'd caught the edge of your scent.

He'd been in a foul mood thanks to both the worry of that and the ugly scene he'd endured at her hands. He'd already damned himself for answering her text at all, let alone allowing things to go so far, when, seconds after his climax, she'd murmured in his ear, her voice full of venom, "Thinking of her, again, were we?"

She'd been talking about Peggy; she didn’t know about you. They’d broken up before you’d joined the team, so it had been easy to hide his feelings for you from her, too aware she'd use it against him at the earliest opportunity, the way she did with Peggy. She'd never forgive him for not loving her the way she wanted. She couldn't seem to stop hurting them both because of it.

Then you'd walked in and out without looking at him and he'd known for certain. You'd walked in on him fucking his ex and now you couldn't meet his eye. His already foul mood shifted to something black and ugly as his fists pounded into the bag in frustration.

Outside, you breathed a sigh of relief. You'd made it past the first hurdle. If you could get through this day without humiliating yourself, you'd consider yourself home free. You were sure you could deal with this with just a little more time and distance. You just needed to put Steve back in the No-Sex box where you’d put all the hot people you worked with every day.

You were trying to ignore the fact that just the sight of Steve out of the corner of your eye had your memory flitting back to the sight of his fingers digging deliciously into flesh.

You put the image out of your mind and took two deep breaths as you started to stretch. A nice long run, a cold shower, and something other than last night's pie to eat and you could handle this.

"Y/N?"

You shrieked and jerked in response to the sound of Steve saying your name, hitting your head on the engine you were currently under while you worked on it.

"H-h-h-h-hi Steve!" Deeply grateful for the prototype engine that currently hid everything from your hips up, most thankfully your face, you rolled your eyes at the stuttering giggle. You despised the clear sign of the girlish crush you’d developed overnight, but in your defense, you hadn't been expecting anyone to come talk to you on a gray hoodie day, least of all Steve. He was kind and friendly, but he didn't seem to have much to say to you.

You'd tried to accept it, accept that not everyone was going to click with you, but you really liked Steve. His friendship with Sam and Bucky told you how warm and funny he could be with people he liked and his camaraderie with Natasha made it clear he could be friends with women, and the best of friends, no less. You couldn't help a little bit of hurt feelings that he stayed resolutely apart no matter how you tried to welcome him in. You now realized it was that little burn of resentment that had allowed you to ignore how attracted you were until you’d been confronted with his base sexuality.

Altogether, you'd been blindsided by the sound of Steve's voice, especially as you'd been belting along with the stereo where your phone was blasting your garage playlist. You liked fast and loud when you worked with your hands. Not expecting visitors, you hadn’t been bothering with the leave-me-alone attitude, singing happily as you tinkered. “Volume down fifty percent,” you said, and the music immediately dropped to a murmur.

You realized when he stayed silent that he was probably waiting for you to slide out from under the engine. Fat fucking chance. "Sorry, Steve. I literally have my hands full right now." The lie tripped lightly off your tongue, easier when you didn't have to look at him, but your discomfort was still coming through in your voice, loud and clear to anyone who knew you well. You hoped if he heard it, he didn't recognize it. "But go ahead and talk to me. What's up?"

Steve was both grateful and disappointed that he wasn't looking at your face. He was almost certain, based on your reaction, that you were the person who'd caught him last night, but he was not at all certain anymore that you were upset by it. You sounded… embarrassed? Ashamed?

He felt a rush of chagrin at the thought and spoke with less care than he had planned. "Were you in the hallway late last night?" As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he winced in horror. He hadn't meant to ask you that at all, let alone that baldly.

"NO!" You shouted the word, the sound strangled, and so clearly a lie, you merely let your head fall back with a thump as you tried to salvage it anyway. "Why do you ask?" you squeaked.

You turned your head until you were looking at Steve's boots when you heard what sounded like a snort from him. You'd never heard that sound from him before, at least not thanks to you, and it had you smiling despite the situation. "You're as bad a liar as I am," he said, his voice rich and warm and so appealing it almost made you slide on your creeper out from where you were wedged to peer into his face.

You resisted, however, too guilty to look at him straight on. You'd stood watching for far too long last night to have the moral high ground in this conversation. You were terrified he'd noticed, the shame of it miserably crawling up your neck and over your scalp. When he fell silent, you started to squirm with it.

Steve opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again, unsure how to go on. He wanted to apologize, but now it seemed you’d rather not talk about it. He also didn't know how to apologize. How could he tell you that he was in the hallway because he couldn't stand to have his ex in his space again? He opened his mouth, still not certain what he was about to say, but painfully aware that he’d been silent for far too long when you’d asked him a question.

Before he could speak, however, the silence had worn you down, and you sang like a canary, the words coming out in a rush of guilt-laden confession.

“Look, I know I might have stood there too long, but I was expecting the chance to ruin Bucky’s night or something and I was really surprised when it was you. Can we just pretend it never happened?” The final question came out on a choked high-pitched squeal that shamed you, but the humiliation was so intense, the guilt so over-whelming, you could only close your eyes and hope Steve took pity on you.

“How--” Steve stopped when his voice croaked a little to clear his throat and try again. He was embarrassed, confused, and sick at the thought that you might have seen the fight between him and his ex, heard the things she'd said to him. “How long did you stand there?”

The silence dragged on long enough that Steve actually felt his knees dissolve as his stomach threatened to revolt.

Meanwhile, you were laying, your head pillowed on the little cushion at the head of your creeper, your body limp as you stared in utter horror at the shiny metal you'd been working on without seeing it. You closed your eyes as your stomach churned.

Steve may have suspected that you'd stumbled upon him last night, but his words made clear that he had had no idea what you'd done. How could you possibly explain? There was no way to tell him you'd stood dumbstruck, watching him fuck someone, without giving away that you'd been mesmerized by the sight of him given over to lust, to passion. He'd just been so fucking beautiful.

But he hadn't come in here to confront you and you'd just sold yourself out. You'd never wanted a hole to open up and swallow you the way you did in this never-ending moment. You didn't want to answer, but the silence had stretched to the breaking point and if one of you didn't say something, you were pretty sure you were going to go stark raving mad.

"Okay," you said, your voice carrying a defensive tone and you were grateful all over again that Steve couldn't see your face. "I'm not a pervert or anything. I wasn't watching on purpose."

Steve's knees almost buckled in relief as he finally understood that you were embarrassed, rather than angry and upset, or possibly worse, judging him. "I shouldn't have been in the hallway." Steve rushed to reassure, not wanting you to think he was here because he was angry. "I'm sorry I embarrassed you."

You figured it was a good thing that you were kind of wedged under Tony's latest prototype. You were, apparently, entirely too susceptible to Steve. You could hear the genuine remorse and worry in his voice and it made you want to shimmy out there and cuddle him. A complete puddle, you responded as thoughtlessly as he when he rushed to reassure, your breath signaling your desire to astute ears.

"I wasn't mad, Steve," you half-laughed, the image of his neck muscles, taut with lust, flitting across your mind’s eye. "Let's just forget it." You slid over enough that you could reach out and give a thumbs up.

Steve laughed when your hand came into view, the tone in your voice making his heart beat faster, though he couldn’t put his finger on why. "Thanks, y/n," he replied, his voice warm with the affection he always felt for you but had never known how to express. He was almost glad that this had happened. The Captain seemed to have faded. He didn't know if it was because he could set it aside or because you could stop seeing it. Either way, he was beginning to feel like your friend.

"So, we're cool, right?" You said it hopefully, praying he'd let you off the hook.

Steve laughed out loud, and the sound was so pretty and warm you could hardly stand to stay still. You wanted so badly to see his face lit up with laughter you inspired. You stayed in place, however, still too terrified that he'd see your almost desperate lust for him if he could see your face right now. You needed a little more distance between yourself and the memory of the way the muscles in his thighs flexed and released as he thrust--

"We're cool." Steve was smiling at the thumb you were making dance in response, utterly charmed by you. He was trying to think of something else to say, wanting to stretch this time out longer, but nothing was coming to mind. With nothing else, "Thanks, again." He cringed. "I'll let you get back to work, then."

"I'll see you later." You said it warmly, catching a hint of the discomfort and seeking to alleviate it even if you didn't understand its cause. You had this newfound overwhelming urge to make Steve happy. You wished it wasn't partly because you really wanted to replace Hallway Blonde.

Steve turned and started to walk out, a smile on his face in response to the quiet humming noises you were making absently as the clink of your tools against metal started up again. He was halfway to the door when he realized that you'd never actually answered the question.

You were starting to hum along with the music as you got back to tinkering when Steve's voice rang out. "But… how long did you watch?"

"What?!" Blindsided, convinced you were home free, you had absolutely no defense or guile and the word was so drenched in pained guilt there was no way Steve didn't hear it.

"You did watch," he pointed out, turning back around with new determination, the guilt in your voice clear to him, but yet unexplained. "But I asked how long, and you didn't answer."

"Of course I did." Your voice was raspy and painfully unconvincing. If you'd been the slightest bit prepared for any of this, maybe you wouldn’t be fucking it up so hard. You cleared your throat and continued. "Not, like, a pervy amount of time, but a… justifiably surprised amount of time. I didn’t have a stopwatch on me.” You tried really hard to sound vaguely irritated and a little offended that you had to explain, and you mostly succeeded.

Steve stood next to the engine, looking down at your legs, jiggling in apparent anxiety. He was considering his options. He didn't want to get overly physically pushy and drag you out from under there so that he could look at you, but he also really wanted to see your face. He felt like he needed to understand what was going on underneath this conversation more than he needed anything else.

Steve lay down on the ground so that he could see you where you lay, one arm limp at your side, a socket wrench in your hand, while the other arm was up, your palm across your forehead in dismay. His mouth began to spread in a smile at how utterly adorable he thought you were, even when you'd been obviously lying to avoid having to look at him.

"Hands full, huh?"

"Fuck me!” The expletive burst from your mouth in an explosion, both startled and horrified at being caught. You whipped your head to the side to see Steve laying on his stomach on the floor next to you, his cheek pillowed on his crossed wrists, pretty face smiling sweetly at you.

Too susceptible by half, you turned your face back to the engine in front of you. You were afraid that pretty smile could get you to do anything.

“Will you please come out here so I can see your face when I’m talking to you?” Steve asked it kindly, aware that you were hiding because something embarrassed you. He wanted to ease that embarrassment, show you that you didn’t have to be embarrassed with him. He was too familiar with the sensation to want it to happen to anyone else, least of all you.

“I don’t want to.”

Steve’s lips twitched and he had to stifle his laughter at the petulant tone and cadence to your words. He didn’t move from his spot on the floor. If all he could get was the sight of your profile from under one of Tony’s massive prototypes, it was better than nothing. “Why not?”

“Because I’m humiliated.” You spoke slowly and deliberately, annoyed and anxious because the conversation that you’d thought you’d escaped unscathed had turned around on you. It didn’t help that you could see Steve smiling at you out of the corner of your eye and you were having a hell of a time not crawling out from under the engine and all over him. “The fuck you think?”

As you spoke, Steve could hear your heart start to race but it didn’t have the pounding rhythm of fear. If he wasn’t also afraid that he was merely engaged in wishful thinking, he’d wonder if it was arousal. Once he started considering the possibility, your behavior made more sense, but he couldn’t be sure he wasn’t deluding himself, desperate for you to want him with the same need he had for you, the same need he constantly had to bury beneath the Captain America façade.

“I shouldn’t ask how long you watched, should I?” He could hardly believe he was saying this, knew doing so could change the dynamic between the two of you as well as the rest of the team, but he wanted you more than he wanted his next breath and the idea that you could want him too was irresistible. “I should ask why you watched,” he continued, his voice lowering with the first hints of desire.

Your wrench fell the ground where you dropped it when you shoved your creeper out from under the engine as you lost your temper. To be fair, the anger was more frustration and panic, than anything else. The shivers of embarrassment running up your spine and over your scalp, easily distracted you from the desire coloring Steve’s voice.

“Oh my god!” You shouted it as you came to your feet. Steve had already leapt to his feet when you burst into motion. You faced him, eyes narrowed, hands on hips. “Because you’re sexy as hell and it was hot, okay? Are you happy now?” Steve’s jaw dropped at the bald statement combined with the hostile tone to your voice.

Gesturing wildly, you continued to rant. “When I realized how I was violating your privacy I turned around and walked away but I’ve felt guilty ever since.” You sneered and the tone did not match the words of your next sentiment by any stretch. “So I’m sorry." With a scoff of irritation, you turned and walked out on a long stride of anger. “Fuck you.”

Once far away from your garage and Steve, you sagged against the wall in horrified dismay.

Did you just yell at Steve that watching him fuck got you hot?

Were you out of your damn mind?

Steve sat in the window seat in his bedroom. He’d picked these rooms because of the wide, deep bench next to tinted glass where he could look out at the woods behind the compound but not feel as he often did, as though he were on display, a fish in a bowl. These moments of peace, alone with his sketchbook in his designated quiet place, sometimes felt like the glue holding him together.

In these moments, he most often sketched you. Today was no exception.

He'd spent the last half hour trying to get right the exact curve of your eyebrows as you'd shouted at him before storming out of your garage. He never wanted to forget the look on your face, as he'd fallen a little more in love with you that day.

Steve had never had the luxury of self-delusion. He'd been born fragile and small to a world both mean and cold. He'd found cruelty far more often than kindness at the hands of others, until a man of rare vision and compassion had seen more deeply and offered him a chance to do more than the body he'd been born into would allow. He'd leapt at the chance, simply because he needed to right the wrongs he saw in the world and no one would let him any other way.

After the serum, however, he'd learned that the eyes stayed cruel even as the blows became pats, the raised fists handshakes, the sneering disdain simpering flattery. He'd learned quickly to see who meant their kindnesses, their compassion, and who sought his company because of his appearance or name. He rarely made mistakes these days, though his most recent was fresh.

Today, your eyebrows had twisted in distress even as your mouth went mobile in fury, the quiver of your voice so slight only his highly sensitive ears could have heard it. The humiliated, guilty misery had been all over you the moment he'd been allowed to see you and his heart had stumbled.

Where another would look at you and see the oil smeared across your cheek, Steve saw in the agitated motion the compassion that fueled the anxiety and humiliation all over you. The tone of your voice revealed the kindness that inspired such guilt; the shine of your eyes gave away the integrity that caused such misery. In short, he'd been attracted to the surface of you, the funny and bright, but the sweet heart beneath had him captivated.

Steve couldn't deny that the attraction was not silent in this contemplation. His brain kept replaying your voice saying that you thought him sexy. He couldn't stop thinking about the implicit admission in your bald statement. You'd wanted to watch.

You'd wanted to watch him.

The thought alone had had him half hard all day. He wanted to show you. He wanted to show you everything.

He couldn't help the fear, however. He was afraid to tell you that, to admit that he'd developed feelings for you that were anything but professional. He worried that to do so would alter a dynamic that worked, that kept all of you safe. He was also terrified that your interest was merely physical and to admit to anything deeper would do nothing but invite your pity.

All his old insecurities rose up to choke him at the same moment he heard his ex's text tone.

I'm sorry, baby. I just get so jealous. Let me make it up to you.

He thought of her pretty perfect lips sneering in fury and something perilously close to hate, then of your dancing thumb and your shamefaced flight. Everything inside him softened in tenderness at your sweetness, your genuine warmth. Reminded that he had a right to kindness and compassion, his heart hardened against the blonde viper that was once again trying to get her fangs into him.

No. All we do is hurt each other. I'm not doing this anymore.

As soon as he hit send, he felt lighter. He wondered if he should leave you alone for a little while before he tried to talk to you again. Because he would absolutely be talking to you again. He needed to know if you felt anything like the electricity that raced over him every time he saw you.

Not doing this anymore? Who the fuck do you think you are?

She hadn't always been like this. Or at least she hid it better at the beginning, until he'd fallen in love with the woman he thought she was. Over time, however, there emerged cruel jealousy from underneath the funny charm that had captivated him. Even in the beginning, however, he couldn't imagine her reacting to anything the way you had. She lacked the empathy.

Steve couldn't help but compare you. You didn’t just compare favorably, there seemed to be no comparison. Most important, your reaction to what had happened told him what kind of heart you had. He had no defense against kindness, strength, and compassion. Whether it was wise or not, he needed to find out if there was anything there.

He finally listened to Natasha and blocked her number.

Steve went back to his sketch, smiling at the memory of how you’d looked shouting compliments at him, wondering when you’d let him talk to you again.

… And Chose Me here

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wickedsingularity · 4 years

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Broken After All [100 word drabble]

Fandom: MCU Pairings/characters: Steve Rogers x reader (but not really), Steve Rogers x unnamed female superhero Words: 105 Warnings: Breakup, angsty

For @justagirlinafandomworld‘s Flash Fiction Challenge My song was I Don’t Wanna See You With Her by Maria Mena (one of my faves!)

Everyone thought he'd be the one to end the relationship. That he'd try to be the bigger person, do it for my protection. Even I thought it would end that way. Maybe that's why I did it. To save him from the pain of doing it himself.

Not that I wanted it to end. Especially after seeing the hurt in his eyes, seeing them glisten with tears. But it was too late then. The damage was done.

And now it was all over the media. She was gorgeous and powerful in Steve Rogers' arms. One of them. Indestructible. And here I was, broken after all.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 years

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Inthedark!Challenge Masterlist

A thousand thank yous to everyone who participated in this challenge and who are still working on their submissions. You guys are so wonderful. I love you, I love everything about you, and you should be proud of yourselves! Please let me know if I’ve missed your fic.

Mind the warnings. Expect all fics to be explicit (18+) and tread with caution.

Night Fever - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor (dark!Bucky x Reader ~ non/dubcon sex, sex pollen)

Dark Caress - @buckysthot (dark!demon!Steve x reader ~ non/dub-con, smut, Steve got possessed, choking, virgin!reader, rough sex)

Eyes Always Seeking - @avintagekiss24 (Dark!Biker!Bucky Barnes x Original Black Female Character ~ Dub-Con/Non-Con, smut, rough sex)

Starlight - @buggo-writes (dark!Bucky x Reader ~ A little harassment, Spanking, Oral sex, fingering, penetration, a slight creampie fetish)

Closer - @sapphirescrolls (Dark!Bucky/Reader, smidge of Steve/Reader ~ Smut, violence, dubious consent/non-consensual, fingering, anal)

hostage - @yagurlrosie (dark!Steve Rogers x reader ~ Smut, non-con/rape, stalking, kidnapping, violence, language, angst)

i shall watch you (until my love runs dry) - @marionberrywhite (Dark!Bucky x Reader; background Steve x Natasha ~ canon typical attitudes towards women, breeding kink, dubcon/coercion, mentions of somnophilia, and intrusive thoughts)

Who Knew? - Part 3 [series masterlist] - @msruchita (dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader, Erik ‘Killmonger’ Stevens x Reader ~ non-con/dub con)

Like a Hostage - @youngmoneymilla (Thor x Reader ~ non-con/dub con, Angst, Dirty Talk. Violence, Blood play)

Patience is a Virtue - @honeyhan-123 (dark!Steve x reader ~ non-con/dub-con, slight name calling, cheating and some good old sex pollen)

I’m On Fire (Part 1) [series masterlist] - @butteryoptimisticpeanut (Bucky Barnes / Original Character; Steve Rogers / Original Character ~ no warnings attached yet)

Protector Chapter 1 [masterlist] - @searchforanotherway (Dark!Thor X Reader ~ Eventual noncon)

Precious - @siren-kitten-his (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Unnamed OC ~ rough body play; rough sex, Dub-con/non-con)

Wicked Game | One - @salimahbicharara-comun (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader ~ dubcon, explicit sexual content, cheating, swearing)

Relenting - @quant-um-fizzx (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader ~ Smut, Dub-Con, Sex Pollen, Angst, elements of stalking & emotional manipulation, rough sex, slight anal play)

The Way He Wants - @imdarkinme (Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader ~ Nonconsensual, anal, blackmail)

saints can’t help me now - @peachyteabuck (forest god!thor x reader ~ dub con, attempted sexual assault, vague biblical allusions that seem quite out of place in such a pagan context)

My Dark Heart Beats For You - @mom---nicole (Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader ~ no warnings attached)

Follow the Leader - @siren-kitten-his (Cult leader!Steve Rogers x Unnamed OC (Sweetheart) ~ punishment spanking, non-consensual exhibitionism/voyeurism)

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itmighthavebeenintentional · 4 years

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ItMightHaveBeenIntentional’s Masterlist

Supernatural Stories

Shackled After nearly ten years, Sam Winchester calls Miriam Bard to collect on a life debt. Unfortunately for Miriam, Sam leaves out a few important details.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Miriam Bard (original female character), Sam Winchester, Castiel Rating: EXPLICIT. 18+ONLY. PLEASE READ/HEED WARNINGS. Warning: Warnings change each chapter, please check every time. Ch 1 Warnings: Implied loss of family, grieving, depression, cursing, Demon!Dean, Sam’s tendency to leave out vital details for folks helping him to save Dean (read: Sam’s tendency to be a Winchester)

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Walk Me Home Twenty-four years ago, Kimberly Harper met a boy who changed the course of her entire life before up and leaving one night. She spent years moving past the memories, building a stable, satisfying career as professor of folklore and mythology at the local university. Then the accidents start, and she’s forced to seek help among her hunter contacts. All it takes is a knock on her office door to send Kimber’s carefully built emotional walls crumbling to the ground. Inspired by P!nk’s “Walk Me Home.” A birthday present for the incomparable @thoughtslikeaminefield.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Dr. Kimberly Harper (original female character), Mysterious Big Bad, mention of Garth Fitzgerald, John Winchester/Teenage Dean/young Teenage Sam (flashbacks) Rating: Mature.. 18+ONLY. PLEASE READ WARNINGS. Warnings: Show level violence, show level parental neglect (let’s not John bash, I’m just saying), show-style witchcraft, show-level mental manipulation, stalking, bit of angst, sexual content (higher than show level),swearing, general yearning. ...

Dear Mr. Fantasy Sometimes when he sleeps, Dean sees flashes of other Dean Winchesters, in other universes. Inspired by Traffic’s “Dear Mr. Fantasy” and the header image; prompt given by @thoughtslikeaminefield. @cabin-fever-bang prompt fill.

Characters: Dean Winchester, AU Dean Winchester, original female character, Sam Winchester; mentions of Castiel, Chuck, AU John Winchester, AU Sam Winchester, and AU Danny Elkins Rating: Teen Warnings: SEASON 15 SPOILERS, bit of angst. ...

To My Soul You’ve taken to walking when insomnia strikes. Dean and Sam have their own means of dealing with their occasional insomnia. Every now and then, your paths cross. Inspired by Van Morrison’s “And It Stoned Me”. Image by @there-must-be-a-lock

Characters: Reader, Sam Winchester, mentions of Dean Winchester Rating: Most anyone. Warnings: Some loneliness. This story is very soft, there’s not much to warn about. ...

Detours on the Road So Far - OR - Why Sam and Dean Need Actual Adult Supervision Shenanigans. Lots of them. Probably some pie. THIS IS CRACK FIC.

Characters: Our main dudes. Some friends, frenemies, and various other entities. Rating: Range from Teen to Adult, changes each chapter. WARNINGS CHANGE WITH EACH CHAPTER. READ/HEED WARNINGS FOR EACH CHAPTER. ADULT THEMES THROUGHOUT, SOME ADULTIER THAN OTHERS. ...

The Rose “She’s fifty today, and in Dean’s opinion, there’s never been anyone more beautiful.” An alternate Dean reflects on the life he’s led. Sequel to “Dear Mr. Fantasy.”

Characters: An Alternate universe Dean (no, not that one), his wife (original female character or female reader, depending on how hard you stare at it), mentions of Sam, John, vague reference to Chuck. Rating: Most anybody can read this one. Warnings: SEASON 15 SPOILERS, bit of angst. Honestly, it’s pretty sweet. ...

Crossword Clues and Coffee A chance encounter in Lebanon’s finest (read: only) diner leads Dean to find the one thing he never knew his life was missing.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Esther (original female character), Sam Winchester, Castiel Rating: Most anyone. Maybe a smattering of language. Warnings: Tiny bit of language? Angst. LOTS of sass. Honestly, it’s a lot of fluff. No romance. ...

I’m Ready “I can’t...I can’t take my forever if you’re not in it.” A Destiel story, eventually. Picks up right where the show left off. Not technically a fix-it, as I didn’t change anything, but I promise it gets better.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel. Many Original Characters, Appearances by John Winchester, May Winchester, Bobby, Jody, Donna, Charlie, Kevin, and a few other name drops you’ll appreciate Rating: Teen Warnings: Cursing, mentions of (canon) child abuse and neglect, mentions of past trauma, working through trauma, denial, bit of pining ...

We’ve Got Tonight “It’s not your job to do this, Andy. You make people happy. I was in the diner all of ten minutes, and you knew exactly how to get me to smile. You do normal, real things like garden and sing karaoke. Saving the world is my job, Sam’s job. Sometimes it’s even Cas’s job, but it’s not yours.” Inspired by Bob Seger’s “We’ve Got Tonight”

Characters: Andy (Original Female Character), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Crowley Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death, More Major Character Deaths (sort of?), higher than show level violence, blood, light smutting, language, demons, apocalypse, inferred suicide, cult activity.

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Marvel/MCU Stories

Breathe With Me “The magnitudes of the rocks and trees and streams are so delicately harmonized, they are mostly hidden.” John Muir

Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, original gender neutral character (reader) Relationship(s): Established poly relationship. Rating: Teen, but probably not even that Warnings: This is meant to be a comfort fic, rather than a triggery, angsty one. Anxiety attacks, stress, someone with a news-watching trigger, but otherwise the story is people finding ways to cope/deal with their triggers and supporting others who are doing the same. ...

After Midnight She calls him one last time, determined to put an end to their tryst. Loki feels differently. Written for @fvckingavengers Quarantine Challenge, prompt #32: “After Midnight” by Dorothy. Be gentle, this is my first posted Loki story. Beautiful header by @there-must-be-a-lock ; thank you so much, friend!

Characters: Loki, unnamed female character/reader Relationships: Loki/unnamed female character/reader Rating: Mature. 18+ONLY. Warnings: sexual content, Loki being persuasive

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How Long The call comes sometime after midnight, pulling you instantly alert from your deep sleep. Your phone is set to “Do Not Disturb,” and only one number is programmed as an exception.

Characters: Reader, Steve Rogers (Nomad Steve Rogers, Nomad Captain America) Relationship(s): reader x Steve Rogers Rating: MATURE. 18+ ONLY.

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Shadows and Pills Some people come away from the Battle of New York with scars and broken bones. Some come away with nightmares and years of therapy ahead of them. Some don’t come away at all. Alexa comes away with a shadow.

Characters: Alexa (original female character), Dark/Evil Loki Rating: Explicit. 18+ONLY Warnings: RAPE, Torture, Abuse, Self Harm, Negative Images of Psychological Services/Mental Health Professionals, Hallucinations, Stalking, Supernatural Horror, Prescription Drug Use and Eventual Abuse, Mental Illness, PTSD, Flashbacks of Violence, Flashbacks of Tragedy, Starving Oneself, Isolation, Physical and Mental Exhaustion, Denial, Self Neglect, Gaslighting, Mental Spiraling, Mental and Emotional Abuse ...

Real Person Fic

Binging “The last thing he wants you to think is that you’re simply a convenience, someone he just keeps on the hook for when he’s got time.” Inspired by Mr. Stan’s infamous Men’s Health photo shoot, as well as his “Cheat Day” video.

Rating: M, 18+ONLY Warnings: Language (heh), smut, fluff, excessive use of breakfast foods. Characters: Sebastian Stan, Reader/Unnamed Original Character Word Count: 2.4k ...

Every Now and Then “It’s a simple case of not enough versus taking what you can get. Sometimes she sees him for a day or two, then not again for almost half a year.” Relationships are hard. When one person is a world-wide superstar and both people are idiots, they get that much harder. They both take what they can get, but eventually that may not be enough.

Characters: Tom Hiddleston, Reader Insert/Unnamed Original Female Character Rating: Mature, 18+ONLY Warnings: Two large dollops of smut, a half-cup of angst divided, several pinches of language, dash of loneliness, and a good sprinkle of lack of communication. Fold ingredients together gently, bake at 200c fan for 20 minutes, then serve piping hot from the oven.

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cockslutpadalecki · 4 years

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Here’s what’s coming to Patreon in the upcoming weeks. Subscribe here and get access to fics two weeks before Tumblr.

Blow Your Mind - Dean x Reader.

Dean had one rule, but after Y/N breaks it she finds out he's not the forgiving type. Warnings: overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, overuse of a Hitachi, Dean being a smug asshole.

AVAILABLE ON PATREON.

Blinded In Chains - Demon!Dean x unnamed female character, Demon!Dean x Reader.

When Y/N refuses to allow Dean the one thing he craves, he has a very voyeuristic way of showing her what she’s missing. Warnings: female masturbation, deep throating, oral sex (male receiving), voyeurism, multiple orgasms, smut.

ON PATREON SATURDAY 20TH JUNE.

True Colours - Step Dad!Steve x Step Daughter!Reader.

The idea of Steve Rogers being Y/N's stepdad sounded like a goddamn dream, but the reality was much different. Warnings: stepfather/stepdaughter relationship, age gap relationship (reader is 18+), size kink, bratty!reader, mentions of oral sex (male and female receiving), light choking, light degradation, breath play, rough sex, creampie.

ON PATREON WEDNESDAY 24TH JUNE.

Love The Way You Lie - Dean x Reader.

When Dean gets imprisoned after a bar fight, Y/N finally gets a taste of freedom from the constraints of Dean's violent temper, but she soon realises he's not going to let her get away that easily. Warnings: violent relationship, domestic violence, degradation, choking, manipulation, coercion, rough sex.

ON PATREON SATURDAY 27TH JUNE.

Prisoner - Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader x Alpha!Sam.

Rescued by her Alphas after a year away from them hidden away in captivity, Y/N shows her gratitude in the only way her Omega instincts know how. Warnings: mentions of abuse, mentions of sexual assault, oral sex (male receiving), a/b/o dynamics, double penetration.

ON PATREON WEDNESDAY 1ST JULY.

Hit Me Baby, One More Time - MOC!Dean x Reader (CHARACTER REWRITE).

Y/N craves humiliation, degradation and violence like she needs air. And Dean’s the only one who can give it to her. Warnings: dub-con, slapping, choking, gagging, biting, spitting, vaginal sex, anal sex, daddy kink, degradation, humiliation.

ON PATREON SATURDAY 3RD JULY.

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buckybarnesbingo · 4 years

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BBB Week 4 Roundup! Some good stuff lies ahead, so go find it!

Title: Just Before Dawn Collaborator: grimeysociety Link: AO3 Square Filled: B3 - Isolated or Trapped Ship: Bucky/Darcy Rating: Teen Major Tags: Brief mentions of animal cruelty, Fluff and Crack, Magical Realism Summary: One day, Darcy rescues a dog and then a gorgeous naked man appears in her living room that night. Word Count: 6148

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Title: The Stark Robo Sucker 5000 Collaborator: crazycatt71 Link: AO3 Square Filled: C1 - Sensation Play Ship: WinterHawk, Bucky/Clint/Steve/Tony Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Fucking machines, exhibitionism, Dom/sub undertones, orgasm denial, wrist cuffs Summary: Clint & Bucky put on a show with the Stark Robo Sucker 5000 Word Count: 1174

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Title: Dummy’s faboulous ideas Collaborator: Menatiera Link: AO3 Square Filled: C5 - Sidekick Ship: WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: Matchmaker bots, fluff Summary: Dummy is determined to help the people he cares for. Jarvis is concerned, Bucky is amused. Word Count: 744

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Title: Nutritional Value Collaborator: Judy_The_Dreamer Link: AO3 Square Filled: B5 - Bucky/Steve Ship: Stuckony Rating: Explicit Major Tags: a/b/o dynamics, PWP, power dynamics and kinks, past mpreg Summary: Sometimes the first taste is not enough and you find yourself hungering for more. Tony, Steve and Bucky come to terms with what transpired in Joystick. Word Count: 13,739

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Title: Let Someone See Right Through Collaborator: avintagekiss24 Link: AO3 Square Filled: B1 - Kink: One Night Stand Ship: Bucky/Reader Rating: Explicit Major Tags: drinking, implied mention of death, past infidelity, smut, sex, a little bit of angst, oral sex (female receiving) Summary: Two strangers meet at a bar on their birthday. Word Count: 4446

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Title: Darcy, Bucky and the Hundred Acre Wood Collaborator: grimeysociety Link: AO3 Square Filled: B5 - Sunshowers Ship: Bucky/Darcy Rating: Gen Major Tags: none Summary: Darcy and Bucky are transported into the world of the Hundred Acre Wood. Word Count: 2163

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Title: Into the unknown - Chapter 1 Collaborator: diner_drama Link: AO3 Square Filled: U3 - little sister Ship: Stucky Rating: Teen Major Tags: Frozen AU Summary: Bucky has everything under control. He's the hereditary leader of a small and prosperous country. He lives with his beloved sister and her fiancé in a beautiful castle, and his people are safe and well. He also happens to be in control of the power of ice, but he's got that working for him now, so that's not an issue. But when he closes his eyes, he can hear a siren's song calling him from the far North. Word Count: 800

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Title: Taps Collaborator: Ribbonsflying Link: AO3 Square Filled: K3 - Vulnerability Ship: Stucky Rating: Teen Major Tags: flashback to deaths of unnamed characters, some blood obviously because vampires, drinking blood Summary: Bucky nosed into Steve’s neck and rested his head on his shoulder. “Now I know why you refilled my juice without being asked.” “No, it’s because I’m a sweetheart," Bucky protested. Steve scoffed playfully. “Sweetheart, my ass. There’s nothing sweet about you.” Word Count: 2357

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Title: Petals - Chapter 1 Collaborator: DocOlive Link: AO3 Square Filled: B3 - hanahaki disease Ship: Stucky Rating: Teen Major Tags: Hanahaki Disease Summary: Steve Rogers knows what it's like to be sick. With actual illnesses that exist, like the asthma that always gets worse in the spring. But when he starts coughing up flower petals, rational explanations fly out the window. But is it really possible that he's contracted a fatal case of lovesickness? Word Count: 681

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Title: What About Us? Collaborator: pherryt Link: AO3 Square Filled: C1 - One Night Stand Ship: WinterHawk Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Canon Divergent, Tower Fic, A/B/O dynamics, explicit sexual content Summary: Bucky's come in from the cold, Steve is being Steve, Tony wants to throw a party and Bucky has no idea who the Alpha is who asked him to dance (or why, when Bucky's been hiding in the corner all night to avoid people), but it suddenly looks like more than dancing is on the menu. Word Count: 3091

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Title: The Road To You Has Been Fractured With Torment Collaborator: visionarygalaxy Link: AO3 Square Filled: Y4 - Bondage Ship: Stucky Rating: Teen Major Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, PTSD, Dom/sub, Kink negotiation. fluff Summary: Bucky and Steve reconnect after everything they've been through, slowly and carefully. Word Count: 1284

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Title: and now, the end is near - Chapter 3: Three: Clint Collaborator: hawksonfire Link: AO3 Square Filled: C2 - Heat Ship: Bucky/Steve/Clint Rating: Explicit Major Tags: explicit sexual content Summary: A three-part tale in which our boys are content. Word Count: 4316

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Title: Petals - Chapter 2: Don't forget to tip your barista Collaborator: DocOlive Link: AO3 Square Filled: K2 - pining Ship: Stucky Rating: Teen Major Tags: mild blood/gore sickfic ( hanahaki disease) Summary: Bucky wasn’t even supposed to be here this afternoon. He was supposed to be at the library working on his Urban Policy lab project. But that was neither here nor there; it’s not like Darcy had up and come down with the flu on purpose. Besides, he reminded himself, he could use the money. He could always use the money. -- War veteran turned grad student and barista Bucky Barnes has a thing for a certain Brooklyn twink. Word Count: 2791

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Title: And I Will Wend My Way With You Collaborator: mariana_oconnor Link: AO3 Squares Filled: Chapter 1 - B2: Bucky/Clint Chapter 2 - U5: Jealousy Chapter 3 - Y5: Hair Braiding Chapter 4 - K4: Sharing Clothes Chapter 5 - K2: Kink: Wall Pinning Ship: WinterHawk Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Fantasy AU, Mild Dub-con, Slavery, Violence, implied/referenced rape/non-con, explicit sexual content Summary: After four long years, Bucky's mission is finally complete. All he needs to do is leave the Hydra Empire and make his way back to the Kingdom of Brooklyn with the information he has obtained. He definitely doesn't need the added complication of a slave, especially not one as angry and handsome as Clint Barton. Word Count: 29,653

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Title: A Bad Day With Coffee Is Better Than A Good Day Without It - Chapter 1 Collaborator: Trashcanakin Link: AO3 Square Filled: B2 - Bucky/Clint Ship: WinterHawk Rating: Not Rated Major Tags: Pre-Slash, Mutual Pining, Alternate Universe - Neighbors, Human Disaster Clint Barton, Deaf Clint Barton, Not Canon Compliant, Not Beta Read Summary: Clint has a terrible, no good, day... Bucky tries to make it better. Word Count: 2491

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Title: End Of All Days - Chapter 11: Part X Collaborator: Minka Link: AO3 Square Filled: U5 – AU: Adventurers/Explorers Ship: Stucky Rating: Mature Major Tags: violence Summary: Captain Steve Rogers had thought his military days were behind him, left in the bloody nightmare that was Saigon. Retired and working as a History Professor, the last thing he expected was to get caught up in a cataclysmic Slavic prophesy foreshadowing the end of the known world.With Cold War tensions running high, Steve finds himself in need of a guide and translator to get him behind the Iron Curtain and into the isolated snowdrifts of Siberia. It’s deep in the heart of Bucharest’s resistance fighters that Steve finds the ideal candidate, but swaying the enigmatic ex-operative known as The Winter Soldier proves to be complicated. Trust is hard-won, especially in the world of espionage, and with a KGB death squad nipping at his heels, the Soldier has countless reasons to stay presumably dead. As the lines between right, wrong and the supernatural begin to blur, Steve is forced to reconsider everything he’s ever believed, right from the sanctity of his own country to the very foundations of creation itself .--- Aka the Indiana Jones/Atomic Blonde lovechild of a fic that literally no one ever asked for but you’re bloody well going to get anyway. Word Count: 47,940

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Title: Siren - Chapter 1: Do you think I'm stuck up 'cause I'm always picking fights? Collaborator: Writing_mermaid Link: Tumblr Square Filled: C3 - Free square Ship: Bucky/Reader Rating: Mature Major Tags: siren AU Summary: Y/N is a mutant, a Siren, the last of her kind, with deadly dangerous powers and a hidden past. If most of the Avengers likes and get along with her, Steve doesn’t, and it’s getting worse when Y/N and Bucky become close. After all what can bring two broken souls together if it’s not a dark past. Word Count: 1479

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Title: What, Like It's Hard? Collaborator: DocOlive Link: AO3 Square Filled: K3 - crack Ship: Stucky Rating: Gen Major Tags: Legally Blonde fusion Summary: “Hey Buck, w-what’re ya doing with that?” Steve’s looking at him like he’s just grown a third head or something. Shit. What the fuck did I do now? “Sorry, pal, I was just trying to help out a little around here.” Bucky lets go of the handle, letting the big, ugly hammer drop to the floor. “Just clearing things off the floor so I could do a little cleaning before we drown in cat fur.”Big old viking shouldn’t leave his shit all over if he don’t want people manhandling it outta their way. -- Or, Bucky moves Mjölnir while he's cleaning, and doesn't understand what the big deal is. Legally Blonde meets the Avengers. Word Count: 559

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Title: Don't Forget To Write Collaborator: The_Alias (Artemis_Day) Link: AO3 Square Filled: Y1 - Secret Admirer Ship: Bucky/Jane Foster Rating: Teen Major Tags: secret admirer Summary: 'The tenth time, there is no note. Just him.' Jane has a secret admirer, but who could it possibly be? Word Count: 6072

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Title: The reason Nick Fury doesn't do vacations. Collaborator: Fighting_for_Creativity Link: AO3 Square Filled: Y5 - Rescue Mission Ship: WinterIronFury Rating: Teen Major Tags: Vacation gone wrong, Happy ending, crack(ish), Hydra, mention of animal experiments, Angst and Hurt/Comfort Summary: Tony and Bucky wanted to go on a trip with their third Nicholas Fury. However Nick refused, Bucky and Tony got abducted and… Tony never thought he would see tigers in that state. Word Count: 5473

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stuckybarton · 3 years

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Unintentional Father VI

SUMMARY: Steve Rogers had always liked you, from the first time you had stepped foot in the Avengers Compound, to your no-nonsense perspective in the world. Never taking shit from anyone, especially Tony; everyone liked you, liked your son who you bring along from time to time upon the request of Pepper Stark and many of the women in the compound. So how was it possible that he was here talking to Director Fury with you, and the small little fact that he was the father of your adorable blue eyed baby. How was that even possible when he couldn’t even ask you out on a date properly? CHARACTERS: Steve Rogers x Reader; son!OMC (Grant); Tony Stark, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes; Pepper Potts WARNINGS: Unplanned/Unwanted Pregnancy. Talks of Grammar Mistakes. English not being my first language. [Not Beta’d tho] WORDS: 1,493 A/N; Another short one, I know where I want the story to go, but somehow it's not letting me and I just find myself adding more chapters than i had initially intended. But oh well, more chapters to write for me and more chapters for you guys to read.

MASTERLIST || Joing the Taglist Playlist I was listening to while writing this. Boop.

Part 6: The Choices We Need To Make

You had taken the pregnancy test away from the eyes of Steve and the rest of the medical staff. The fear of being pregnant once again had scared you shitless.

Walking back and forth in front of the three test resting on the sink, you being to wonder how it had happened. How could you have been so careless to let this happen. You were on your pills and Steve had been religiously using condoms to prevent this from happening.

You two had talked, another baby in the future was for the two of you, but not right now. Not when Grant has just turned one and not when so much chaos had been happening to you and to everyone you are associated with.

As the timer had sounded, you had taken a peak at one stick and all the blood from your face had disappeared. Two lines. Now turning your attention towards the other test, the sight of another pair of positive test had you now questioning what was to happen now.

You can't be pregnant. Not like this. Not when things were starting ot be good again.

Taking the test with you, you had made your way back to the medical bay--Steve no longer in the room and there was less people in the office. Dr. Cho had welcomed you with a reassuring smile.

"It's positive." You had whispered to the doctor. Fearing anyone else knowing would mean Steve would also be aware. The overprotectiveness and your residency back in the compound would become a certain.

"I'm assuming this isn't planned?" Dr. Cho had smiled hoping to kill away all the fears you were having for this moment. For this situation you were not so prepared for.

"I have a one year old and there is a fucking target on my back when the world found out Grant was Steve's child." You had admitted knowing there was no one harm in letting someone you could trust to keep this quiet know about your fears.

"Will you keep the baby?" Dr. Cho inquired.

"Yes." You answered without an ounce of hesitation. No matter how sudden this pregnancy was, you would never think about killing it. No matter if Steve wanted the baby or not.

"I'm sure Captain Rogers would be thrilled with the news." She continued to assure.

"That's not what I'm worried about." You muttered.

For the next half hour, you had allowed the good doctor to tend to your injury. It had become a question to both of you how quick the bruising was disappearing and the pain you had once felt was fading away.

"I can coordinate with your OB in the morning, to give you a head-start." Dr. Cho smiled taping the last of the bandage around your wrist.

"Thank you."

As you were handed the painkillers--safe for the baby of course, you had a mission to find Tony and the rest of the team, hoping to get some more insight on what had happened in your apartment.

The sight of Steve in the common room with Grant in his arms had placed you at ease. No matter what chaos or danger may come in your way, you knew Steve would be there. If not him, the rest of the team would.

A baby, another addition to this family of yours. It scared you so much, not because you weren't prepared for it, but more about what was happening around you. What you weren't ready to acknowledge was the fact that Steve wouldn't always be there for you because of his job. and you were not going to make him choose because of it.

Approaching your boyfriend and son, this was a slice of heaven you never thought you needed. Holding on to Steve's shoulders and lingering at the sight of Grant, beaming ear to ear at the sight of both of his parents in the room. Only now did Steve had a look at you, and only now did you see the fatigue of everything that had happened tonight finally wash over him.

"Let's head to bed?" You offered, finding a way to avoid the topic of your pregnancy as much as possible.

With a gentle nod, the both of you made your way to Steve's former apartment inside the compound. It was still something that boggled you. How Steve's own little space wasn't so little compared to the entirety of your shared apartment. Everything in his apartment was still the same since you had left. The only different the place had was a separate playset for Grant to use on his own--an inkling in you knew it was Tony's doing.

"I've heard Happy is getting the rest of our stuff in the apartment." Steve had explained as you three made your way to the bedroom.

You only nod, not wanting to fuel more into a possible argument with him. Staying here longer than necessary wasn't something you wanted to do, but for him, for his son, you had to keep your opinions to yourself.

"Get yourself clean up." You muttered finally taking hold of your son.

Steve had not protested, nor did he make any remarks of you joining him. Instead, he had went straight to the bathroom.

Your attention turned towards you son. Eyes sparkling as he took hold of the collar of the shirt you wore. Only now, in the privacy of your own space did everything finally fall apart and your son, your son that was grasping onto you was only reason you had left to not just breakdown and cry your heart out. You made it your mission to get your son ready for bed.

Eyes lingering on the temporary crib set up on the far end of the bed. Even as you knew it was way past Grant's bedtime, there was something stopping you from moving. Many things at this very moment was keeping you from moving from where you now sat on top of the bed.

What was going to be the life you were to live now? With a second baby on the way. With this uncertainty in your life, as you felt more like a hostage more than a mother and a girlfriend to Steve Rogers.

"Y/N?"

Breaking from your stance, you were surprised with how fast Steve had showered--or how long you had been in a dazed that you never realize that your son was already half asleep in your arms. Looking up towards your boyfriend, all the guilt in his system become tenfold of your own.

"Clean up, I'll get Grant ready for bed." He smiled, a smile that barely even reached his eyes anymore. Without an ounce of protest left in your body, you allowed him to take your son and find your way to shower and clean away the last of tonight's grime away from your body.

Steve has lost track of time after he had placed his son in his crib. How the fatigue in his body was stopping him from getting up on the bed and checking up on you. His beating heart and wandering head brought him back to the briefing room, the danger that had almost happened to you and to your son. Had it not been for Sam and Wanda, the possibility of you or his son in the hands of HYDRA, to be experimented on like what they had done to Bucky.

It had shook him to the core, and the responsibility he had to take now becoming bleaker and bleaker as time goes by. A choice needed to be made and it wasn't as hard to make as he had once thought it would be.

He felt the bed dip from behind him. He took a moment to let you get comfortable before he turned to pull you into his arms. Hands holding onto your hands. Holding onto you far too tight fearing you might disappear before he could do anything, but gentle fearing he might suffocate you with his grasp.

"I promise, this will be over soon." He whispered, but you never responded. It brought so much fear in him, how this would taint your relationship. The fear of your leaving him because of this, how this moment would be the reason you up and leave, taking Grant with you.

Instead of the reassurance he was so used to have you give him, he was met with your shaking shoulders, doing your best to keep the sobs to a minimal. Steve knew, something had to give, one way or another. The choices he needed to make meant keeping his family safe, keep you and Grant safe from the people that could take you away from him.

"It's gonna be over soon, I promise."

But he didn't believe it as much, but it was the only reassurance he could give in a time where he wasn't sure who to trust anymore with the safety of his family.

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captainapple · 2 years

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The Unnamed Woman 1: Companion

Pairing: Pre-Serum! Steve Rogers X Fem! Original Character

Word Count: 1k+

Disclaimer: This is a fic that sets in the war time (it could be triggering for some people). It is a purely work of fanfiction, the historical background might not be accurate. It's never been my intention to offend any group of people.

Series Masterlist || Masterlist

War. Army. Death. The first English words that she knew when her feet landed on the land of the “great America”. Despite the war in the country, it promised her older brother a new life. He was drafted in the first month they moved in. She was thirteen. Her smile had long gone as her childhood faded.

The wet clothes wiped most of the table right before another batch of customers came in. She did not need to understand English to notice all the dirty whispers and disgust looks from every person who came to the diner. Without batting an eye, she went straight to the kitchen to continue her job. American money was a new thing to her and underpaid was not really in her dictionary. As long as she could put food in her mouth, she would be fine.

She was watching the rain pour down from the kitchen table. It was raining for the first time in a while, the dull and dusty view was erased. Her hands remembered every scrubbing movement and the pressure of the water. The water was dripping from the ceiling. When the droplets touched the pail, she could feel relaxed for a while. The diner was quiet and she loved the silence.

The bell on the door rang. The owner yelled her name, signaling two customers were coming in. She grabbed the menu and a couple of napkins, waiting behind the kitchen door until the customers picked up their seats. Two boys came with mud footprints behind them. One of them was smaller, skinnier, and had golden hair. He looked unwell as his face was pale. The other was taller, bigger, and he walked confidently. She placed the menu on the table, in front of the two young boys. They were probably around her age.

“Do you have ginger ale? Or something warm?”, the brown haired boy asked. “This kid was pretty beaten up by the cyclone on Coney Island”.

“Shut up!”, the blond kid finally spoke. Red color slowly crept in his face, showing how embarrassed he was.

She grinned awkwardly. She might have learned a couple of English words lately, but she was not prepared for such a long conversation.

“Sorry, no English.” She bowed politely. “Wait here.”

Before she could call another waitress, the blond kid grabbed her arm. He pointed at the menu and showed two with his fingers. She nodded as she understood his order.

The laughter of the other boy echoed in the quiet diner. She envied them a lot. Despite not knowing anything they said, she could see how close they were. They probably were siblings. Her thoughts were occupied with the memories of her brother before he was drafted in the army. Playful banters, small fights, or small silly games were things she missed about him. She felt like shrinking each day in her loneliness. Shrinking while the war seemed to be getting bigger and bigger.

Days have long passed since these boys came to the diner. The sun was shining brightly now. Outside was gray and dull. Several young soldiers filled the diner. Their uniform looked brand new and the proud smile never left their faces. Today was a busy day indeed. As the laughter and chatter died down, the sun was orange in the purplish sky. Two big soldiers left the diner, marking the end of her shift. She put the last porcelain on the dryer and wiped her hands dry. Just when she took off her apron, another customer walked in.

The same two boys came in. Their faces were still clear on her mind. This time, the blond kid came with bruises all over his face. She hurriedly grabbed extra napkins and ice packs before taking the menu.

“I help, okay?”, she hesitantly asked.

The blond kid was looking at the table the whole time. He must have felt embarrassed, but he gave her a slight nod. The brown-haired kid put a crumpled dollar on the table and ordered fries before patting on his friend’s back.

“I’ll call Sarah. You stay here, Steve.” He turned to look at her. “Help him. Thanks.”

“Bucky, wait! Don’t call my ma.”

But he did not listen. He turned his back and went outside. She cannot quite catch what they were saying but she figured the blond kid was Steve and the other was Bucky. She carefully placed the ice on the kid’s face as he hissed in pain.

“Sorry… um- Steve.”

“It’s okay.” Steve finally looked up to see her. “Thanks by the way.”

She took his hand and guided him to hold the ice by himself.

“Fries”, she pointed at the money on the table, “see you later.”

Steve nodded. He watched her turn her back and went to the kitchen. He wondered how small the girl was. She looked about his age and the only difference was she looked healthier than him. Her face was something that Steve rarely saw around New York. It reminded him how this world was a big place and lots of things he probably could not see.

A woman entered the diner with Bucky when she brought the fries to the table. The woman looked really worried on her face. Bucky told her everything and Steve looked down again. Smooth fingers were running through Steve’s face as the woman checked on him again. She watched all of them from the kitchen window. At times like this, she really missed her family, including her mother. Wished she could go back to her country, but she knew there was nothing left there. Everything turned into dust and ruins. She did not even know whether her mother survived the attack. She was too young to understand everything. One thing that she knew, she had to keep going. All things that happened in her life had toughened her. She would not let the sadness take over her again. Alas, her emotions had long been forgotten.

Just as they were about to leave, Steve went to her while she was cleaning the table.

“Thank you for the ice.”

She could see the blush creeping on his face, and she could feel warmth also flooding her face. Bucky called him from the door.

“Be careful.” She shouted before Steve reached for the door.

“Will do.”

Then he left. She watched the blond hair disappear as they walked further and further. Days or even weeks had passed and she still wondered when she would be meeting him again.

“You have a girlfriend now?” Bucky teased him. “You should’ve come with flowers, not bruises”

His laughter echoed in the alley as they walked back home.

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