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yxndereblogs · 2 years

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hey!! may I please request the yandere alphabet for steve rogers :)

of course!! and thank you so much for requesting! :)

Yandere!Steve Rogers Alphabet 🖤

Attachment: How do they become obsessed?

Steve’s obsession began when you and him became friends and you two having similar personalities, and so that is what made him quickly obsessed with you.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get for their darling?

It may be surprising or not, but he is willing to get messy to an extent. It just depends on the person and on the scenario for him mainly.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling when they kidnap them? Would they mock them?

He wouldn’t mock you or treat you poorly in a million years. Yes he has his moments of anger or whatever, but that doesn’t mean he’ll mock you or treat you poorly when you get kidnapped. Instead, he treats you like almost a child (which you hate), but he doesn't care.

Delusion: How delusional are they when it comes to their darling? Do they believe their darling loves them?

Steve can get rather delusional, even though you try to get him to snap out of it. He doesn't care though. You’re in love with him as he is in love with you. That’s it.

Erratic: How unpredictable are they? How quick are mood changes?

Mood changes don’t happen that often and he isn’t that predictable in all honesty. When mood changes do happen though, it truly is a mood change.

Fight: How would they react if their darling fought back?

Steve would be so upset and hurt by your behavior. He has done nothing but treated you with love, care, and respect. So, why would you do this to him?

Guilt: What would it take for them to feel guilty about their actions? Or do they feel guilty from the start?

He would start feeling guilty when you start full-on crying, which is from the start. So, yeah. He does feel guilty from the start.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Probably when he accidentally lashes out on you in the heat of the moment. Then, he would just feel so guilty afterwards while you are crying and cowering in fear.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

As we all know, Steve is a very simple and basic man. So, his ideal future would be living in a small, yet comfortable home, maybe some pets or two, and of course, a couple children running around.

Jealous: What makes them the most jealous?

Seeing you being happy around others. Now, while he likes seeing your smile and seeing you happy, it should be him that is making you smile and laugh. Not someone else.

Kidnap: How would they go about kidnapping their darling? How much would they plan out?

Everything would be planned out. From how painless you would be knocked out to where you would be when you woke up. He wanted you to have an easy and painless way to be with him.

Love Letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Again, Steve is a very simple and basic guy when it comes to that type of stuff. So, he would try to go about it like first becoming friends and slowly go towards the first date.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they acted before?

Honestly no.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

The worst he can bring himself to do is isolation. Even with that, isolation doesn’t last that long.

Outrage: What makes him furious?

It takes a lot when it comes to you, but escaping of course is number one. Something else though is ignoring him/not acknowledging him.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Steve is willing to be very patient with you, but he does get irritated when he has to ask you something multiple times. Overall though, he is definitely one of the more patient yanderes in my opinion.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on.

No. Like capital n and capital o.

Rage: How do they act when angry? How do they calm down?

Steve tries to hide his anger from you, but sometimes, he just can’t. When he can’t, he is rather terrifying, but doesn’t take much to calm him down. Just some affection from you and all is well again.

Self-Indulgent: How possessive are they? (If at all?)

He definitely is possessive and will show it. He doesn’t care one bit about that aspect.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry and/or isolate themselves?

He would be shattered by your actions. He would finally act as if he did wrong, when you would say time to time again it was his fault you were like this. While he would be upset, he would be still slightly in denial about it.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Perhaps being a bit more lenient on rules/boundaries.

Vicious: How vicious can they get?

Around you, not at all. Around other people though/others he sees as a “threat,” very vicious I suppose.

Weakness: What weaknesses can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Just try not to escape and listen to him and you will be out of there in no time. Maybe.

Xenodochia: How quickly would their darling cut them off after escape?

It would be hard because Steve has treated you well, whether you want to admit it or not. Eventually though, you would. It wouldn’t take long though for him to find you once again.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Again, Steve is a very patient man, so he would wait about a year-year and a half max.

Zero Tolerance: What is the thing that always makes them snap? What things will they not allow their darling to do under any circumstances?

You trying to escape for both (obviously). Some other things as well that have been previously mentioned.

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giorno-plays-piano · 9 months

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Hold On To Me

Pairing: mob!Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: home intrusion, hostage situation, noncon, Stockholm Syndrome, smut.

Words: 3.9k

Summary: Swallowing a lump in your throat, you grow silent, anxiously watching the guy smile at you. He's that type every girl would be eyeing in the club, looking for an excuse to talk to him, to attract his attention, and then, very likely, to get him into bed. Steve seems popular, the I-will-eat-your-heart-like-cereals type, but you can say he isn't. Something in his eyes betrays his nature.

P.S. I rewatched The Hostage again (when I did it for the first time, this was the result), and here we are.

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Staring at a little black Ikea table as if your life depends on it, you sit, your body aching from being in one position for too long, but you can't move. He's watching you. It seems he doesn't even blink, his eyes on you since the moment he pushed you into your room and locked the door behind him. He's so close you can hear him breathing.

You know this look. You're not that young and innocent to be unable to recognize interest in man's eyes. It both scares and - unfortunately - makes you a little flushed, and you berate yourself for the latter because this isn't the right way to react to a man who broke into your house and took your family hostage. God knows what's happening to your stepfather right now: the man wouldn't be able to protect himself even if he was inside a tank, and his enemy attacked him with a plastic knife. You're as much worried about your little brother. He was always a bit of a brat, but the second you realized he was in danger, you felt so overprotective over him you covered his body with yours like you were a shield.

Your brother is in his room now, being watched by the youngest guy in the gang, the one who looked the most reluctant when their leader decided to take hostages. Your brother must be safe. The other kid won't hurt him, you don't think.

You, on the other hand, are stuck with Steve. From the moment you saw him move and heard him talk, you realized he was running the show behind the curtains. He's dangerous. The third guy, the one who claims to be the leader, is impulsive, angry, shouting and kicking things, sweating like a sinner in church because of the police cars surrounding the house, but Steve is calm and collected. He smiles with his perfectly white teeth and talks to the boys as if he's relaxing in a bar after work, not in the middle of armed robbery.

He's really, really pretty. Steve has perfectly blond hair and proper facial features like a slightly chiseled jaw, full lips, and that sort of blue eyes that make girls swoon over him the moment they see him. He's perfectly tall, well-built, with wide shoulders and strong, muscular arms and legs: he look like he belongs in those Armani commercials or, perhaps, on the catwalk, but not with the kind of guys your mother warned you about. How did he end up on the darkside? What made him so good at using a gun? He didn't fire it even once yet, but you see it from the way he handles it he knows too well what to do with it. It makes you anxious, thinking that he might point his gun at you and then pull the trigger.

Except he won't. Or, it's rather unlikely. Not when he looks at you like this, always moving so close to you he steals a touch whenever he can as if he is unable to help himself. Besides, Steve is kind to you: he gave you water when you asked and loosened the rope tied too tightly around your wrists; he brought you a pillow so you could rest against it, not the cold wall, and shushed you gently when you cried, saying he wouldn't let anything happen to you or your little brother. You don't know how much of his promises are true, but you think him unlikely to harm a child. He doesn't seem the type.

Your poor little boy. He's only a kid, all alone in his room, forced to face one of his kidnappers as he waits for the police to finally make a move. Since you don't hear him crying - your room is just below his - you think he does his absolute best to hold on, to keep calm and not irritate his unwilling jailer even though he's frightened to death. He doesn't deserve to be caught up in this mess. If only they agreed to let him go... Not that anyone would listen to your pleas, though. He's a valuable hostage, just like you. As long as the gang has you, police won't make a move, you're pretty sure.

But maybe you can still help your brother. Ease his worry a little, give him a bit of hope. That is, if you play your cards right and press the right buttons of your handsome, terrifying warden.

"May I bring some food to my brother, please?" You whisper, gathering all your courage to turn your head to face Steve, look him straight in the eyes. "He must be so hungry."

Swallowing a lump in your throat, you grow silent, anxiously watching the guy smile at you. He's that type every girl would be eyeing in the club, looking for an excuse to talk to him, to attract his attention, and then, very likely, to get him into bed. Steve seems popular, the I-will-eat-your-heart-like-cereals type, but you can say he isn't. Something in his eyes betrays his nature.

He's not a guy winning girls over with his looks. Steve is a deviant, an outcast. His face can't buy him what he wants, and that's why he's here, in your house, holding your family hostage.

Maybe, just maybe, you can use it to your advantage.

"Can you do me a favor, please?" Your whisper is barely audible. "Can you take me to my brother so I could feed him? If you want, you can tie my legs so I won't run."

Not that you would, anyway. You know perfectly well you can't outrun this guy even if your life depends on it, literally. Overpowering him is even more unlikely unless his muscles are just cotton stuffed in his clothes, which is a ridiculous suggestion.

His eyes light up at the word favor. "Happy to oblige," he muses, and your heart starts beating wildly before he continues, "but how will you return my favor?"

You are puzzled. You haven't thought this far. Dumbly, you thought he'd just say yes. It's a small favor, really. He knew you wouldn't give him any trouble, so it was just quickly checking up on your scared to death brother. Why would he want something from you in return when you couldn't as much as move without his permission?

But of course, he would.

"Anything," you blurt out hurriedly as if the words burn your tongue before you realize what you are actually saying.

Steve laughs with delight, his features softening.

"You should work on your negotiation skills," he declares with a wide smile as you tremble, understanding what you just offered. "You shouldn't give up your everything because people will take anything there is to take. Choose just one thing at a time, and choose carefully."

Suddenly, he gets close, and you immediately avert your eyes to the floor, unable to keep his gaze, trembling.

He nuzzles your cheek affectionately as his knife works through the rope around your wrists, and you pray he isn't going to stab you because you really know nothing and all judgements you made of him might be false. "But I'll be nice and choose just one thing for you. You'll feed your brother, and then I'll feed you, alright?"

You blink, your eyes on your warden again. Feed you? He wants to give you food?

Okay, it sounds strange. But who cares when you can finally see your brother? You'd say yes even if he proposed something improper because what else can you do? Steve has a gun, and even without it, you feel like he's a very dangerous person to oppose to.

So you say yes, and he takes your hand in his - so you won't be nervous, he says, but you know he wants to remind you who's in control - and then you two march to the kitchen in awkward silence where you grab whatever you can find. A cheeseburger from that little family café your family goes to every weekend, a pack of yogurt, a toast, a bottle of water... Steve even helps you to carry it all.

When he opens the door to your brother's room, you forget how to breathe for a second. The little boy is safe, sitting on his bed with his hands already untied, his eyes red from all the crying, and you rush to him, forgetting there's another man in the room. Or, well, a boy, because he's surely younger than you, perhaps still at school. His eyes are suspiciously red, too, as if he's scared and doesn't want anything but leave this place for good. For a moment you think it'd be better if he was guarding you, too, because then, perhaps, he'd agree to let you go if you helped him run away from the house without police catching him, and then things would be so much easier.

But the boy leaves in a hurry when Steve enters, and you remember who's a true ringleader. You can never escape on your own.

Your brother cries when you hug him, his little hands wrapped around you as he sniffle, and you rock back and forth to calm him down, whispering words of comfort, like everything's going to be alright even if you don't know where your stepdad is and what Steve is going to do to you if police doesn't do what he demands them to. You tell your brother he needs to eat because it's dinner time, and he nods, suddenly a well-behaved boy he'd never been, and takes a cheeseburger. You don't leave until he eats everything even if it's probably too much for a kid his size, but he says nothing, and you want him to be completely full: who knows when he'll eat again.

Then you give him a hug. It'll be fine, you say, and he does his best not to cry. Just do what they say, be a good boy, and everything's gonna be alright.

Steve smiles at the child when your brother doesn't want to let you go. "Listen to your sister," he says in a tone as if he's playing the role of a big brother, "and things will be fine. She'll be safe, too."

You don't think you'll be safe, not with someone like Steve, but perhaps your brother will be because his jailer is a kind kid, and he isn't cut out for violence. It's enough for you, even if your hair stands on end when Steve gently nudges you into your room, locking the door behind himself again. Once you two are completely alone, you start to panic, your breathing growing uneven, your hands shaking. What will he do to you? Will he rape you? Torture you? Kill you? If you could think rationally, you'd realize at least the last two are unlikely to happen, but you're a hostage, and he has the power to do any of these things. Even if you're unbound, you're helpless against him, a man so big and strong he'd overpower you in a matter of seconds.

So you don't try anything. You go sit down on the floor near your bed with a pillow resting between your back and the wall and then stretch out your arms for Steve to bind them again. He doesn't.

"You've been a good girl so far," he muses, sitting down in front of you, and then you see a couple of fruits in his hands that you somehow missed completely. "Now, let me feed you."

You still when he takes out his knife and peels a big red apple in a single strip before cutting it into even pieces. When he brings one close to you, you try to take it from his hands, but he tuts, tilting his head. "Open your mouth," he says simply instead, and your face grows hot.

Of course, there was a catch. There always is with guys like him.

But you say nothing and do as he says, and then he carefully pushes a piece of apple into your mouth. It's delicious, juicy, just your favorite sort of apples. You try to concentrate on the taste, not Steve's delighted expression when he watches you eat. Soon, he pushes one more piece past your lips, and then one more, and one more until there's nothing left of the apple. He's nowhere near finished, of course, because then starts to peel an orange. It's messier than the apple, but Steve doesn't seem to mind when he brings a slice close to your lips and lets you swallow it. His smile grows wider the closer you are to finishing the orange.

When you're finally done, your mouth full of acidic flavor, he suddenly clicks his tongue.

"My hand is all dirty from orange's juice," he says, eyeing you when you finally register what it is he asks you to do.

You bite down on your lips, eyes round as he brings his hand to your mouth.

"Lick it," he whispers so close to your face you can feel his breath on your skin.

You want to say no, to tell him he's out of his mind, but you don't. He's been kind to you so far, and it'd be stupid to provoke him. Even if he won't stop at this... maybe he'll stay kind, anyway. It's better than having him put a gun against your forehead for refusing to do what he says.

You open your mouth, taking his fingers in one at a time. They taste almost the same as the orange, sticky with juice, and you do your best to lick them clean, making shameless little noises when you suck at them. Steve doesn't seem to mind. On the contrary, he looks at you with a delightful expression on his face, like he's happy you're so good at whatever he asks you to do. He slips finger after finger inside your warm, wet mouth, playing with your tongue, smearing juice and saliva against it as he laughs with joy.

When you're done, he kisses you, sharing the sour taste of the fruit.

You knew it would come to this. It's no surprise, really, with the way he looks at you. But you still tremble and wish for all of it to end when Steve licks your tongue, sucking it into his mouth.

"Open your legs, baby," he commands in a sweet voice, and you shudder but do as he says anyway, and his lips part in a smile. "Yeah, like that."

His hand is already between your thighs, cupping your pussy through the clothes, and you freeze, blood pounding in your ears. It feels surreal, being in this situation, in the hands of someone who might make you cum or shoot you in the head instead. Your heart beats wildly in your chest, but your body is petrified, limbs turning to stone, your tongue heavy when you whisper. "Please, don't hurt me."

It's a plea, a cry, and tears slip down your cheeks as you look him in the face, his eyes dark and perceptive. Then, all of a sudden, he softens. "You're safe with me," he promises, his breath warming your face as his hand lands on your head, stroking you gently like a little girl, and you feel like you're going to cry from the intimacy of his touch. "You'll always be safe with me."

His other hand is already in your jeans, caressing you through the silk fabric of your panties, but as he pats your head, taking your hair away from your face, you lean into him, seeking any comfort he's willing to give. Steve purrs, landing a kiss to your brow, his fingers slowly spreading your gentle folds as you shudder. "Good girl."

You let out a shaky sigh as he circles your clit: surprisingly, he doesn't start pumping his fingers in and out like most guys do, too eager to have their dick inside. No, Steve just draws more sighs from you, makes you meek and pliant and wet as his fingers work your clit just the right way, and you squirm into the fabric of his t-shirt as he caresses the back of your head, pressing you into his chest.

It almost doesn't feel like he's forcing himself on you. It feels like... like he comforts you. As if he wants you to feel good, to be fine with him doing it to you.

"I'm... I'm-"

Your knees tremble as you sense the orgasm coming too soon, snuggling against your captor as his hand closes against your shoulders, his fingers working your clit even faster, circling, pinching, pressing on it like a button, making you squeeze your eyes shut. The coil tightens in your belly and, then, then... you become undone. Disintegrate in Steve's hands when he praises you tenderly for being good to him, kisses your cheeks wet from tears, and craddle you to his chest like a baby. He's painfully hard, you can feel it through his jeans when you lean onto him, but Steve doesn't seem in a hurry for his own release. He waits till your orgasm makes you all too soft and takes your face in his hand, giving you a deep kiss, his tongue coiling around yours.

You barely recognize when he lifts you up, feeling too comfortable and warm, pressed to him like that, but then you feel cool bedsheets behind your back, and then you're scared again.

Steve coes tenderly, giving you a peck on the lips, "Do you want to ride me, baby? Or do you want me to take you on your back, like a princess?"

The way he phrases it makes warmth creep into your cheeks, and you avert your eyes, mumbling, "On my back, please."

It doesn't even register that he forces himself on you right this minute. It feels like... something else. Something not so scary, not so violent. Something... tender.

"Like a princess, then," your captor smiles, hands trailing your jeans as he carefully slides them down, taking them away, living you half naked. "Alright. You'll be my princess."

Your face feels disturbingly hot when he says it, his hands on you as he tugs the fabric of your blouse up, lowering his head to drop a few kisses to your tummy, murmuring something you don't quite catch, his breath hot against your skin. Soon, you are completely naked in front of him, and you'd feel ashamed if he wouldn't caress your head again like you're a little girl, eager for his praise.

He gives you a kiss before inching away, taking his t-shirt off ever so slowly to give you a good look at his undoubtedly perfect body. But you don't look at his muscled arms or wide chest. Your eyes are trailing his scars, so many scars of different shapes and sizes that cover his skin. Many of them are long, undoubtedly deep, as if someone... as if someone stabbed Steve with a knife.

Your eyes water. Even if it's you who's a victim, a hostage, you feel a sharp sense of guilt as if it were you who hurt him.

He blinkes, a little surprised, perhaps, but you can see there's someone else in his eyes. Something like shame. Like self-loathing.

"A princess' knight is supposed to have a few scars here and there, right?" He gives a quiet laugh, getting down again to cage you with his body, but he freezes when your warm hand lands on a long, ugly line on his side, between the ribs. It is long healed, but the touch makes him stop, nonetheless.

You look him into the eyes, and your face is tight with worry. "I'm sorry," you whisper like it's your fault, your palm warming his skin, and Steve becomes alive again under your touch, his lips partying in a smile once more.

His hand caresses your nipple, pinching it between two fingers as he draws a breath from you, watching you intently, his hard, leaking cock heavy on your tummy. Then, suddenly remembering something, he bends over to grab something from his jeans, and you realize he's putting on a condom. You sigh in relief, and he catches that.

"Anything for a princess," he grins, sliding his hand over your thigh, and you still beneath him when he positions himself at your entrance.

You're scared. That moment you're back into your room, with a man who can shoot you hovering above you like a monster eager to eat you alive, and you forget how to breathe. You're not a princess in the care of your faithful knight. You're a hostage, and your captor can do anything he wants with you.

Steve feels the change in you in a moment, and he stops, his hand back to the top of your head. Even though you can feel how painfully hard he is, he waits, caressing you like a little girl, smiling to you, tenderly brushing your hair away from your face, repeating you'll always be safe with him. And then you're a princess again, and he's your knight.

He pushes into you, and you bit down on your lip, trying to relax: he's not monstrous, but Steve is still a bit too big for you to take him comfortably. Thankfully, he doesn't split you on his cock, giving you time to adjust, and with every moment the subtle pain grows weaker before it finally lets go, and you nudge your warden gently, your hands gripping his shoulder and your face in the crook of his neck. It doesn't hurt anymore. It almost feels good to be so full of him, to know what it's like to have him inside of you.

Steve says it's hard not to cum when you clamp down on him so much, gripping him like a vice. Pleasure softens his features, and you brush a strand of blond hair away from his face before you even register what you do. He does, though, and he likes it. He finally starts to move.

Sweat drips down your bodies when Steve keeps slamming inside of you, making all sorts of soft noises while you pant and choke beneath him, snuggling against his form, your legs wrapped around him tightly. His cock is pressing against every right spot of yours, making you forget who he is and what he does to you. You're his princess, his good girl, he repeats over and over again, and you feel safe in his embrace, inhaling his scent, taking his cock till its head presses into your cervix, leaving a pleasant ache and making you whine. It feels good to be in his care when he rolls to the side and presses your head to his chest, his other hand lifting your leg to reach a different angle, and you kiss his jaw, his neck, making it even harder to hold on, he says.

When he cums, you're already far too gone. The pleasure is too intense, and for a couple of minutes you say nothing to each other, panting, his hands still on the back of your head as he caresses you absent-mindedly, your bed a mess of damp and crinkled sheets. You wish to stop thinking. To forget everything. Just being here, being safe, is enough for now.

Until he speaks again.

"You'll come with me," he whispers feverishly, his hot palm on your cheek, almost burning you. "I'll take you away, and we'll go on a big adventure together, princess. With dragons, swords, and gold."

You're quiet against him, staring into his chest as he caresses your head.

You're not a princess. You're a prey.

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yandereaffections · 1 year

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Marvel Masterlist

looking for spiderman/peter parker? He has his own Masterlist ❤

Steve Rogers

Delusional Steve

Pregnant S/o

Single Parent S/o

Headcannons

Tony Stark vs Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes vs Steve Rogers

Touchy with friends S/o

How Steve spoils S/o

Amnesiac S/o

Nuclear Apocalypse

Killer Steve

Werewolf Steve

Avenger S/o

Rebellious S/o

Steve finding S/o after running away with another man

Hearing S/o sing

S/os friend helping them Escape

Trying to break up with him

S/o goes missing

Steve protecting Villain S/o

Famous S/o

Delusional 50s Fantasy

Clinging onto S/o who doesn’t like being touched

Hospitalized S/o

S/o Framed into Execution

Living in the 40s with S/o

S/o who can die from pregnancy

Bucky/Steve sharing S/o

S/o who is already dating

Insecure S/o

Professor Steve dating College student S/o

necromancer S/o

Haunted House w/ Steve and Bucky

Werewolf Vampire Hybrid Steve

Alien S/o hiding parts of themselves

Ghost Steve communicating through Ouija Board

Figuring out S/os a Lizard human hybrid

S/o suffering from constant headaches

Someone attempting to drug S/o

Model S/o

At a BLM Protest

House spouse S/o

Easily scared S/o who loves horror movies

Doing his makeup when hes asleep

Platonic relationship with his daughter

S/o spending more time with bucky and sam

Magical girl hero S/o

S/o being on team Iron man during civil war

Bucky Barnes

Headcannons

Winning you over

Bucky Barnes vs Natasha Romanoff

S/o that loves their Stalker

Bucky Barnes vs Steve Rogers

Winter Solider Falling for a Civilian

Gore + Torture TW

Hunted Down

Trick or Treating w/ Bucky

Perusing Dating after Hydra

S/o who is affectionate towards friends

Bucky as a Parent

Prioritizing your child over him

Bucky being in college while S/os still in HS

Bucky w/ Daughter, platonic

S/o w/ cystic fibrosis

S/o who is scared of Bucky

Shoving Buckys head into your chest when angry

King Bucky

Soulmate AU

Crush with a shit boyfriend

S/o that loves pampering Bucky

Running away cause Someone broke in

Running away to the Police

Steve/Bucky sharing S/o

Recently freed Bucky taking refuge with you

Cuddlebug S/o

Pro baker S/o

kpop fan Dancer S/o

Halloween Date

Yandere Letter

Haunted House w/ Steve and Bucky

Shy S/o

Werewolf S/o

Witch S/o accidentally turning herself into a cat

Oblivious S/o

Darlings scared of bugs

Petite S/o

Artistic s/o

Getting a handmade blanket from S/o

S/o insecure about their high pitched voice

S/o whos always tired

Treating his wounds

Torture

Touch starved S/o that doesnt know how to show affection

S/o drools in their sleep

Air head S/o

Darling who enjoys being taken care of

S/o whos kidnapped by random people

Fluff Headcannons

“it feels like home when im with you”

S/o who was verbally abused as a kid, made to believe youll never be loved

Darling who has shit friends

Hydra S/o who tries to brainwash him again

S/o who jokes around when nervous

S/o that likes to be carried by his metal arm

S/o with a regular prosthetic arm

S/o got injured trying to escape

General protective HC

Stephen Strange

Using his powers to get his S/o

Chasing S/o down

Insecure S/o

Single Parent S/o

Apprentice S/o

Jealous of his Cloak

Using his powers on his Dead S/o

Kidnapping S/o

Yandere Cloak

“Be good for me this time. I don’t want to see you cry again.”

Jealous

Patient S/o

Tony Stark vs Stephen Strange

Taking their S/o away from their abusive family

S/o with a flat chest

Red string of fate AU

S/o with PTSD

Oblivious S/o

Apprentice S/o getting hurt

Poly Naga Stephen + Tony

Cannibal S/o

Accident Prone S/o

Comforting Anxious S/o

Watching S/o sleep

S/o getting hurt during a city attack

Healer S/o distrusting him cause they think hes using them

S/o favoring his cape as a coping mechanism

Asexual S/o

Darling with narcolepsy and chronic pain

S/o is as good and talented as him

Sneaking out only to come back with puppies

S/o who has bad anxiety attacks

Using his cape to find S/o who sleeps in odd places

Chaotic s/o

Quiet s/o playing ACNH

S/os first time seeing snow

S/o whose ok with being kidnapped as long as they can go to amusement parks

Kidnapped S/o keeps passing out due to fear

S/o wanting to dance in the rain

S/o has the power to teleport

Demon S/o

Thor Odison

Headcannons

NS FW headcannons

Loki vs Thor

Loki vs Thor Preference

Stronger than Thor thinks S/o

Teaching Thor about Halloween

Finding Puppies

Loki Odison

Headcannons

Loki vs Thor

Loki vs Thor Preference

S/o in arranged marriage

Using a Love Potion on his S/o

Naga Loki

Affectionate S/o

Teasing his S/o

Valentines Day

S/o who can sing

Insecure S/o who keeps rejecting him

S/os Suicide TW

Brutally taking his Soul mate

Supportive S/o

Harassed S/o

Possessive S/o

Liking his Hair touched by S/o

Halloween Date

Someone cat calling his Darling

Drunk S/o

Asexual s/o

S/o whos best friends with Tony

Depressed S/o

Magica girl S/o

Vampire loki hunting down a s/o whos having fun with it

Platonic yandere HC

T’Challa

Headcannons

T’challa Vs Erik

S/o getting Married to someone else after he gets Snapped

Tony Stark

Headcannons

“I sent you more gifts! do you like them?!

NS FW headcannons

Sugar Daddy

S/o getting attention to the constant attention he attracts

Tony Stark vs Steve Rogers

Cold in Public yet Cuddly in Private

Pushover S/o

Tsundere S/o

Jealous of the amount of attention Steves giving S/o

The Purge

Plus size Lingerie model S/o

“How else would they know you belonged to me?”

“its like you were made for me”

S/o who doesnt mind his Yandere tendencies

Jealous Tony

Finding a kitten

Shy/Book-wormy S/o

Valentines Day

Stephen Strange vs Tony Stark

S/os first relationship

Nerdy S/o

Poor yet incredibly Sweet S/o

S/o not wanting anything to do with Tony

Touchy S/o Hiding behind him

Zombie Apocalypse

Sugar Daddy to a Male College student S/o

Single Parent S/o

Learning S/o has Terminal Heart Cancer

S/o with a Prosthetic Leg

Cute S/o that listens to Death Metal

Drawing Tony in a maid outfit

Blind S/o

Vampire S/o

S/o who shuts down after kidnapping

Yandere S/o protecting their Love interest

Punishing S/o who tried to escape

Artist S/o

S/o who can see ghosts

Suicidal S/o TW

“Hey demons its ya boy”

Making Halloween costumes

Poly Naga Stephen+Tony

Tonys Type

Hunted Down

S/o having a delayed reaction to being Kidnapped

Injured S/o

S/o being hit on by Quentin Beck

Cyber stalking

S/os in the military

Crush thinking his Flirts are only jokes

Losing S/o to the Snap

Comforting S/o after a bad day

Strong Kick ass S/o

Not knowing S/o immortal, watching them get stabbed

S/o loving DIY stuff

Finding out S/o been begging to Jarvis to help them escape

S/o secretly making robo stuff

S/o having inhuman strength

terrorist S/o

S/o calling ptsd “spicy nostalgia”

Tonys s/o phasing through security after being kidnapped

Life Threatening Situation

Male S/o is a single parent

Modest S/o wont let him spoil them

S/o in a depressive episode

What kind of gifts does he buy his darling

How he shows affection

dealing with competing suitors

Proposal HC

Vampire Tony Hunted down

Incubus Tony

Assassin S/o

Natasha Romanoff

Headcannons

Dealing with competition

Wanda vs Natasha

Bucky vs Natasha

S/o whos not into girls

Hunted Down

S/o Disobeying

Avenger S/o

Choosing S/os Clothes

Shy s/o

Wanda Maximoff

Wanda vs Natasha

Headcannons

Bisexual S/o

Vampire Wanda

ADHD & Autistic S/o

Okoye

Headcannons

S/o who runs away

Nick Fury

Headcannons

Shy and Quiet S/o

Bruce Banner

Being able to control his emotions

Headcannons

Hela Odison

Headcannons

Carol Danvers-

headcannons

Powerful S/o

Single parent s/o

Oblivious S/o

Oblivious S/o is getting flirted with

Vision

Hunted down

Doc Oc

Parental/Platonic HC

Steve Rodgers

NS FW HC

Cockwarming

Vocal Steve

Turned on during a mission

College Virgin S/o slightly

Breeding HC

Femdom

Bucky Barnes

Stealing S/os underwear

Another Underwear Stealing

NS FW alphabet

NS FW Headcannons

Sexually frustrated Bucky

Getting Caught

Dominate Bucky

Sitting on his face

Stephen Strange

NS FW headcannons

Thor

Werewolf Thors Heat

Loki

NS FW headcannons

NS FW alphabet

Orgasm denial + Aphrodisiac

Tony Stark

NS FW Alphabet

S/o has a high Sex Drive

S/os First Time

Corruption

NON-CON Bdsm TW

Submissive tony

Natasha

“You’re such a pretty little thing tied up like that”

NS FW headcannons

Wanda

NS FW headcannons

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mx-your-name · 2 months

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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yanderemcu · 4 months

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Yandere Steve Rogers Alphabet

A=Affection (How do they show their love for you)

Cuddling,hand holding,kissing,hugging,holding,arm over shoulder

B=Bound (How much do they share with you)

Wants no secrets between you two

C=Cruel (How do they punish you)

Spanking,isolation, yelling,starving,force feeding,takes things from you

D-Desire (How long until they take you)

3 months

E=Even (To what level are they dominant)

Same level as you

F=Future(What are their future plans for the two of you)

Get married. Have a kid or two. Get a dog.

G=Gifts (What do they give you)

Old stuff,stuff animals, CDS,sweets,food,flowers,jewerrly

H=Hell (Worst experience with them)

His punishments, his killings,his jealous moments, his angry moments

I=Insane (How insane did they get because of you)

9/10

J=Jealous(How easily do they get jealous)

Very easily

K=Killing (How do they handle killing)

Strangles them or throws his shield at him

L=Language (What is their love language)

All of them

M=Manipulation(What could you do to get your way)

Show him a bit of affection,be sweet to him or do a chore

N=No (To what strength would they go for you)

He'd do anything for you

O=Obsessed (How obsessed are they with you)

10/10

P=Pet names(What do they call you)

Doll,dollface,angel,angelface,dove,darling,honey,sweetheart,babe

Q=Quit (How would they act if you died)

This would break Steve

R=Runaway (What are your chances to get away)

Follows you and brings you back home

S=Stalking (How good are they at stalking you)

8.5/10

T=Type (What type of yandere are they)

Stalker,Obsessive,Caring, Sweet,Possessive, Delusional, Overprotective

U=Unique (Different from other yanderes)

He's a bit old fashioned

V=Vine (How would they feel if you fought back)

Punishes you over and over again

W=Will (Would they do anything against their loves will)

Ties you up,force feeding, holding,forces you to do things

X=X-Ray (How much do they keep hidden from you)

Nothing

Y=Yearning (How much do they want you)

7/10

Z=Zzz (How do you two fall asleep together)

Cuddles you tightly and closely in bed

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prettyinpink350 · 5 months

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❄️Candy cane lane❄️

(iPhones don’t have the candy cane emoji I swear they used too but whatever)

☃️⛄️Holiday fic!!!! Happy holidays everyone!🩵

Alpha Steve!rogers x omega!reader, CEO!Steve rogers x secretary!reader, Boss!steve rogers x employee!reader.

Some warnings will not be listed because the fic is not finished yet and I don’t know if there are any specific ones that I will need to add so be aware! (This list will be most of the warnings but just in case I’m letting you know because there might be one or two warnings that might pop up in the fic or in the real fics warnings but it might not be in this list)

Warnings: (minor spoilers, lighter topics/warnings are listed at the top and the father down the more graphic or sexual) readers body type or any physical characteristics/ features (like race) are not included or mentioned! This fic is for everyone except minors!!!!!!!!!! Fluff, Cuss words, boss employee relationship, hugging, holding hands, yelling, reader and Steve celebrate Christmas but no talks of religion!Steve gets angry at one point, other male attention that is not from Steve! Possessive behavior, slight obsession towards reader, Smut!: male masturbation, slight daddy kink, alpha x omega, biting (claiming), breeding, talk of having children! spanking, reader takes on a more submissive role, rough sex, p in v sex, condom is not used, reader is not on birth control, pussy slapping, breast play, oral sex (female receiving) ball play (reader plays with Steve balls) , more to be added I believe 🫣😬

The sings that got me in the holiday mood to write this 🤲💁‍♀️

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mrsdarkandyandere7 · 1 year

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Little Runaway

Pairing: Dark Steve Rogers x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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SUMMARY: You try to run away, only to fail.

WARNINGS: Kidnapping; Implied future Non-con.

AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback.

“Ohh, my baby thinks she’s smart enough to escape me? How cute was that little run towards the gate, babe. Too bad you didn’t even have the code to get out.” Steve mocks you, an arrogant smile stretching his lips as he condescendly looks down at you.

The gag on your mouth muffles all of your curses and protests, only serving to amuse him even more. Steve reaches his hand to brush your hair and all you can do is pathetically shake your head, the task much harder as you’re bound to the bed, limbs chained to the four posts on each corner of the bed.

The feeling of being defenseless is overwhelming and you swear you’re having the most crazy and vile thoughts that make you want to free yourself even more.

You almost slipped away from this nightmare, catching a moment when he was busy. He didn’t even notice you were gone until you started to punch random codes outside on the property’s gate code, which obviously activated the alarm system.

That only resulted in you being dragged back to the house alongside with the regression of your living conditions as you’re now fully restrained. Unable to get away from him.

“You really thought you’d run away? Cause if you did, then you’re dumber than I thought.” Steve’s amusement dies down a bit as his voice gets more serious. His blue eyes let the hidden wrath show and you nervously gulp.

You don’t want to be punished but you already know it’s inevitable. His eyes darkly trail down through your tied up body, running his fingers through your stomach and exposing its skin.

Bubbles of anxiety erupt inside you as you watch him tug down your shorts, just enough to show your womanhood.

He turns his head to look at you, revenge and lust glinting in his eyes.

“It’s time for your punishment.”

#@mrsdarkandyandere7 #yandere avengers #yandere marvel #dark marvel #yandere steve rogers #yandere steve rogers x reader #yandere!steve rogers #yandere!steve rogers x reader #dark steve rogers x reader #dark steve rogers #dark!steve rogers #dark!steve rogers x reader #yandere x reader #tw: yandere #tw: kidnapping #yandere captain america x reader #dark captain america

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black-aurora-nora · 2 years

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Irreplaceable | Yandere!Avengers x Reader

You tediously dusted off the empty bookshelf spaces, balancing on a sliding ladder.

Once you were happy with your work, you slid to the next bookshelf, dusting the vacant area as you hummed along with a song that was playing through a speaker at the front of your library.

Just as you were about to slide to the next bookshelf, something jerked it to a stop and you glanced down.

"Don't fall now." Blue eyes stared back into yours and you smiled.

"Hey, Steve, I didn't hear you come in." You greeted happily, climbing down to hug him.

He gladly returned the hug, "So, did you get my text? You never responded."

You paused, gasping when you suddenly remembered, "Oh, yeah, you did message me.". A sad smile appeared on your lips, "I'm sorry, Steve, I can't. You know I'm busy with this place."

His eyes squinted ever so slightly, a tight smile on his face, "But you're always busy with this place. You deserve one night out to have fun."

You shrugged, "Taking care of these books is fun, Steve. And besides, I can't just take a break. My parents passed this place down to me as a trusted protector of the knowledge that resides in each of these books," You explained for the umpteenth time. This library was a huge honor and responsibility for you, it only made sense that you took it so seriously.

Steve sighed, "I know, I know. You're right. I'm sorry for pressuring you."

"It's fine, Steve. Look, if everyone wants to hang out, we could always hang out here in the library and..." You trailed off, looking through your schedule on your phone for next week, "I should be free next Thursday if I can get a family member down here to watch the books."

Steve visibly brightened at that, "That'll work! I'll make sure to text everyone."

That Thursday, you were invited for a night of hanging out at the Avengers Tower. Thankfully, you were able to get a cousin to watch the books for you while you took a break.

When the elevator doors opened, you were met with only smiles.

Everyone was here. Tony, Steve, Clint, Natasha, Bruce, even Thor; which you were actually surprised about.

"Ah, the bibliophile graces us with their presence." Tony announced, a drink already in his hand.

"It's nice to see you too, Tony." You chuckled.

Once all the formalities were out of the way, you all got to eating dinner. As you chatted, the subject of your library quickly came to light, much to your annoyance.

"So, (Y/N)," Bruce started, "How's the library?"

"Great." You answered, short and simple.

He nodded at that, glancing towards everyone else and then back at you, "Does it ever get boring? Are you happy, I mean?"

You frowned slightly at how he worded his question and shrugged nonchalantly, "Yeah, I love keeping the library. It's quiet, sure, but I've always loved the quiet."

Your answer was honest, as always, but none of them seemed to be happy with it. It was almost like they wanted you to not be happy with where you were in your life.

"Really? You don't want a bigger room at least?"

You lived in a one-room space that was converted into a bedroom above the very library that was handed down to you. It was ridiculously small, but you loved how cozy it was.

"No, I'm fine with the space." Wanting to change the subject you quickly asked, "Anyone down for a nightly stroll through the park?"

No one said anything. You were only met with strange silence and disappointed stares. It appeared that they didn’t want you to change the subject.

"Why is everyone being so awkward towards me?" You decided to ask directly.

No one said anything at first and you glanced at each of them. What had you done to make them feel this way towards you?

Tony threw his hands in the air, "I can't do this anymore." He stared right at you, "(Y/N), why won't you live here at the tower with us?"

You closed your eyes with a long, tired sigh, "Tony, please don't bring this back up-"

"Why not? What's stopping your from living here?" Natasha butted in.

"You've discussed this with everyone else too?" You asked Tony, clearly unimpressed with his actions.

"Well, yeah. They live here too, had to make sure they were cool with it." You didn't like how he was speaking as if you'd accepted his offer. As if you hadn't told him no in the past when he'd asked you about living in the tower.

At the questioning gazes piercing your soul, you decided you'd had enough and stood up.

"Let me explain this to you all; I have no interest in living here at the tower. I want to stay at the library and keep the books as my family has done for many, many generations. Do not ask me about living at the tower anymore."

Tony crossed his arms, "So you'll choose a bunch of dusty books over us?"

"Tony!" Steve scolded, but it didn't look like he cared.

"People would kill to live here, (Y/N), and you want to sit in some tiny library filled with books that hold little value? I mean, you look stupid!" He argued harshly and you gaped at him.

How could he say such things?

"I’m not choosing over anything or anyone. Those books may not mean anything to you, but they mean everything to me, asshole. And if this is what you think of something that's special to me, then we can't be friends." You snapped at the rest of them, "And you guys are assholes for not respecting my choices!"

"Young (Y/N), we are only looking out for you-"

You let out a long groan, "If you aren't going to listen to me and respect my wishes, I'm leaving." You declared, promptly walking away from the table and to the elevators.

"(Y/N)-" Clint started to follow you but Tony stopped him.

"No, no, just let her go." You heard Tony say.

Just as the elevator doors closed, you froze at what Tony said next.

"She'll be back."

When you got home and went to bed, you didn't sleep too well.

What Tony had said and how everyone else had reacted didn't sit right with you.

None of them made any effort to correct Tony except Steve and even his attempt seemed half-assed.

Why did they want you to live at the tower so badly? Why couldn't they just respect that you were happy where you were? That these books were more than just books? As if you couldn't possibly know what you really wanted?

For the whole year that you'd known each other, you never told them that you yearned for the lavish life. Hell, you never once complained about having to be the new bookkeeper for your family's library. Sure, you had bad days, but who didn't have bad days?

Deciding to try and put the past behind you, you rolled over and fell asleep.

_______________________________________________

A pounding knock from your library's front door jolted you from your deep slumber.

You clambered out of bed and went to your small window, peaking through the blinds to see multiple SHIELD vehicles parked outside in no particular order.

There were dozens of men and women, all dressed in agent uniforms, standing outside the vehicles or sitting inside them, waiting.

You quickly made your way downstairs to your library and unlocked the front doors.

"Phil Coulson, I work with SHIELD and we've received numerous tips that your library is holding confidential and dangerous information for HYDRA." The man, Phil, introduced professionally. "SHIELD has now taken custody of your books for further investigation into the matter."

"Wait, what?!" You exclaimed, "You can't just-just take my books! These books have been passed down through several generations!" You tried to explain.

Two agents stepped up, "Please step aside, (Y/N), you don't have ownership of this library anymore and are thereby trespassing."

"I..." You trailed off, watching as numerous agents shuffled into your library and began to shove your precious books into duffle bags. "Stop! I don't have any HYDRA info! Please put the books back!" You cried.

Just as the two agents from before were about to grab you, a familiar voice stopped them in their action.

"Hold on, we've got them!"

Steve and Clint quickly came up, worried eyes and all. But despite the worry, there was a small glint of guilt that you quickly picked up on.

And then everything clicked as soon as you picked up on it.

"You motherfuckers!" You screamed harshly, stepping right up to them with an ugly glare. "Where the fuck is Tony? Tell him to give me my fucking library back! Right now!" You knew that he had something to do with this.

Steve held his hands up carefully, "(Y/N), Tony doesn't have command over SHIELD. Why don't you come with us to cool down?" He offered gently, Clint nodded along.

You didn't move, eyes flicking between the two, "I'm not going anywhere with you guys. I want my library back!"

Clint stepped up, "We can't do that. It would just be best if you came back to the tower with us. We can take care of you now since you don't have really have a place to stay anymore." There was a strange, inappropriately placed happiness in his voice when he said that.

You paused.

Your lips trembled and your eyes began to water.

You could feel your throat getting tight.

Steve was quick to try and give you comfort, but you slapped his hand away as if it burned.

"Get away from me! You guys ruined everything!" You sobbed.

The sorrow you felt was far too painful. It didn't couple well with the anger that was bubbling inside you.

And that definitely didn't mix well with the sight of your precious books being taken out by the duffel bag and stuffed into black cars.

You'd had to prove yourself for years before your parents finally deemed you worthy of being the next protector of the library. You'd never be able to face them now.

In a matter of 12 hours, you lost something incredibly important to you.

All because of your ex-friends who failed to understand that you had your own life and responsibilities.

Something in you broke and you lunged at whoever was standing closest to you, which happened to be Steve.

You fought and screamed with all your might, not caring or noticing that your hits and scratches did little to nothing to Steve’s seemingly impenetrable skin.

And though you weren’t doing anything to him physically, it did seem that he was bothered by you attacking him in such an angry manner.

“(Y/N), (Y/N)-please calm dow-it’s okay!” He gripped you arms to your body to hold you still, barely caring as you kicked and thrashed and cursed in teary frustration, “We’ve got you now, you’re okay.”

You weren’t listening anymore. You couldn’t hear anything other than your own sobbing.

Your life was ruined.

“Steve, I don’t think she’s gonna calm down. I’ll just signal Natasha.” Clint said, muttering something to his earpiece.

You were held as still as possible and felt a small sting in your neck.

It wasn’t long before your thrashing slowed to a stop and your vision went black.

#yandere #marvel #marvel mcu #the avengers #yandere avengers #yandere scenario #tony stark #captain america #thor odinson #hawkeye #black widow #yandere x y/n #yandere x reader

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avengerslittleone · 1 year

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KIᗪᑎᗩᑭᑭᗴᗪ TO ᗷᗴ Tᕼᗴ ᗩᐯᗴᑎᘜᗴᖇᔕ ᗷᗩᗷY

Warning :cursing,drugged ,humiliation,

Tony :do we have everything to get our baby

Bucky:oh yes we do (smiles)

Natasha:well I got the knockout stuff a syringe and some other stuff and some other drugs to make them limp and some drugs to weaken there muscles

Pepper:ok are we ready

Peggy:Steve you ready

Steve:ready as ever

Dr strange:ok now (opens portal to your universe)

Bucky:(walks by you)excuse me y/p can you give me directions to Vineyard columbus

Natasha:(grabs you injects you)I am sorry baby but your mama’s and dada’s can’t have you running

Y/n: Scarlett Johansson , Sebastian Stan , Benedict Cumberbatch (you fell your eyes close)

Dr strange:ok good we got them (closes portal)

Bucky:(carry’s you to med bay)

Bruce:awww they look so cute but now I do my thing so they become ours and our little one alone mine

Natasha:just tell Wanda when your dune she is going to erase there adulthood memories

Bruce:(injects headspace starters in iv and some other stuff)Wanda you can come in now

Wanda:ok (does wiggly woo magic on you)that should be ok

America:are they awake yet I want to meet them

Peter:please I want to

Morgan:please pretty pretty please

Tony:ok but shhh they are asleep

Natasha:(sits by your bad side)

Peter:awwww

Morgan:awwwww

America:awwww there so cute

Tony:shhhh they need there nap time they had a big day

Peggy:there the baby Steve come on

Peter:let’s go (leaves with America and Morgan)

Steve:punk

Bucky:jerk so how’s it going

Steve:good she loves it here and we can be happy together same for you and romanoff

Y/n:(rolls over in bed)

Pepper:there waking up

Y/n:(opens eyes looks around) ou are Chw

Bruce:well we are your mommy’s and daddy’s and you are our baby

Y/n:(cry’s) nw you ovie charters you nw weal nw wana be baby

Vision:well you are our baby

Natasha:shhh it’s ok baby (sits in hospital bed with you in her lap)

Bucky:oh see that made them quiet

Y/n:(pulls at Natasha’s top)mama

Natasha:everyone except Bucky out

Natasha:(unbuttoning her top takes nursing bra off let’s you latch on)good baby

Bucky:thank goodness for Wanda

𝗧𝘄𝗼 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗵𝘀 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿

Peggy:(picks you up off of play mat lay’s you on changing table changes you)

Natasha:(takes you from Peggy)say bye bye to ma she is going bye bye of two weeks

Y/n:bye bye ma

Wanda:nat I need to feed our baby

Natasha:ok (carry’s you to dining room put’s you in high chair)

Wanda:(grabs a spoon of baby food)come on baby look mommy likes it see

Y/n:(eats baby food off spoon spits it’s at daddy/tony)

Tony:really

Yelana:hahaha ha you didn't think that was going to happen

Wanda:(looks into your mind the adult part)

Y/n adult part of brain: I hate these ass holes they are some kinky asshats who want to control some now all I eat is baby food and titty milk and some food and shit and piss my self becoming of the fucken avengers I would rather be at hydra and or dead like piedro

Wanda:(does more wiggly woods on your mind)see now we have our baby and the best part is everyone in your universe can’t find your phone or anything on you your our ’s

Natasha:Wanda can I ask what you did

Wanda:someone’s adult self was coming through so I killed it so now we only have our sweet baby (wipes drool from your chin)

𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗼𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗽𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁'𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗿𝘂𝗴𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘆/𝗻 𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿

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giorno-plays-piano · 11 months

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Thorns In His Mouth

Part I

Pairing: fae!Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: obsession, dubious consent, minor character death, drugs (neither reader nor Steve are involved), slight eating disorder, mentions of tumor, high tech elves.

Words: 1.8k

Summary: Maybe it was a good idea to chat with a waitress a bit more once she brought you your order. Perhaps she could at least tell you with whom you should speak because you simply couldn't force yourself to look at others, most of them already high, shouting something loudly or laughing or weeping. You could constantly hear the flapping of someone's wings, weird whispers and noises, and the sound of boots and hooves that made your hair stand on end.

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This place gave you the creeps. You certainly didn't expect it to be the same as those lovely little cafés you enjoyed visiting on your days off, but this hellhole was by far the scariest place you had ever been, and it took all your strength to stay seated at the dirty little table instead of running out to the street.

When you saw one of the fairies to your right preparing a needle as her friends giggled, already drunk or high or whatever, you quickly stared at the table top, praying not to see or hear anything at all. If not the promise given to the elf, you would never ever come here. In fact, you wouldn't even know a place like this existed at all.

You still couldn't believe it when you stumbled upon a man who had healed a stray cat when he thought nobody looked. It was way past midnight, and the street was empty if not for you, stopping to rub your bruised feet - you had worn a new pair of shoes that evening to brag about them to your friends. And then, when you saw the man bringing his glowing hand to the cat's torn ear, you thought you were just drunk. You were certainly old enough to know magic didn't exist, and as you stared at the perfectly shaped cat's ear, you wondered if you're sick or drugged or insane.

You weren't, you realized when the elf rose to his feet, startled by you, his own ears too long and sharp for a human, his too-graceful features making you stare at him with your mouth agape while he stilled, unsure what to do with you. He was most likely to wipe your memories like most of the fair folk did if mortals spotted them in the human realm, but you were lucky to convince him otherwise.

"Hey human," a young woman's voice made you rouse from you thoughts, and you stared at the waitress with bright pink hair and pointed ears in front of your table, her once pretty deep blue uniform soiled and unkept with oily stains covering the fabric here and there. "What's your poison?"

You stared at her, unsure what you should say. Was that some kind of code? The elf didn't mention anything about it. He just said you were most likely to meet fallen elves and other creatures in this place, but he said nothing about poisons. You hoped you didn't have to take any.

"I'm sorry," you smiled meekly at the girl. "I don't think I understand."

The waitress blew a big pink bubble and popped it with her sharp teeth, chewing gum as if she couldn't care less, "If you found this place, I bet you already know who we all are. We're the fair folk, hun. The exiled."

"I know," you said quickly, becoming more and more nervous as if feeling other creatures suddenly started paying attention to you.

"Well, then you should know each of us have our own poison. What's yours?" she narrowed her sharp, cat-like eyes at you, growing impatient. "If you don't have any, you can't be here."

Ah. Yes. An obsession. Each and every of the fair folk living away from the Sacred lands had a certain mania, the elf you met on the street said. Missing the magic surrounding them from the moment they were born, they were bound to have an unhealthy attraction to something else in the world of humans, so foreign to them. When you asked if it was arts or an obsession with human technology, perhaps, the man only chuckled.

"It's drugs," he said, cutting you short.

When you stilled, a troubled expression on your face as you had a hard time processing his words, he added, "But not always. Sometimes, it's alcohol or cigarettes. I heard some have battled their addictions and picked something less heavier to obsess over, but I don't think my brother did. I bet you can find him among drug addicts."

Ah, and so you were there, among the drug addicts and drunks and misfits whose sick smiling faces nearly made you retch as you thought of how to find a man you never saw before and knew nothing of him except for very few details the elf from the street was willing to share. It was nearly impossible, he said, but you couldn't back down on your promise because something much more important was at stake.

"I have an eating disorder," you gave the waitress a polite smile you had been showing to the especially demanding customers of yours over the years. "Does it count?"

Her face suddenly changed, and you saw her smiling widely at you in return as if you having unhealthy relationship with food somehow made you one of them. "Sure! What would that be? Sugar, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"I'll be back in a minute, hun," she said too happily and flew back to the counter, passing your order to someone on the back while you nervously licked your lips. What was she going to bring you? Just cubes of sugar? A whole cake? A poisonous cake?

Hiding your hands under the table and clenching the fabric of your wide workpants, you took a deep breath, trying to concentrate on your goal. You needed to find a man the elf was looking for. Maybe it was a good idea to chat with a waitress a bit more once she brought you your order. Perhaps she could at least tell you with whom you should speak because you simply couldn't force yourself to look at others, most of them already high, shouting something loudly or laughing or weeping. You could constantly hear the flapping of someone's wings, weird whispers and noises, and the sound of boots and hooves that made your hair stand on end.

Why were you here, again? Ah yes. For the sake of your sick mother who the elf you met on the street had been treating faithfully for the whole week.

You could do it. You just needed to be careful and stay out of troubles. You only needed to find a lost man and bring him back to the elf.

But, perhaps, it wasn't in your nature to stay out of troubles, you thought when you saw a stranger with rather long bleached hair and pointed ears joining you at the table, his face, certainly very handsome once, looking tired and grim.

"It's not often we have new faces here," he said nonchalantly, tilting his head to the side as you gaped at him, wide-eyed and slightly scared. "Especially human faces. What's your name?"

For a couple of seconds, you debated whether you should tell it to him. You knew the fair folk were prohibited from putting spells on humans, and it was one of the few laws the exiled magic creatures were abiding by, but giving your name to a weird-looking stranger didn't seem like a good idea.

You still didn't know why you told him your name.

"Steve," he replied quickly, throwing a glance at the waitress who was coming back to your table, a cupcake on her tray. "What a sweet obsession you have."

"That's not funny," the pink-haired girl cut in, placing a plate with a bright red cupcake and white frosting on its top on the table for you. "Your usual."

She then handed him a thin black box people used to store CDs, and you eyed it with curiosity. What was that? There was no label on it, no name, nothing that would help to identify it. You weren't even sure it was a CD inside, but you thought it was unlikely to be used for drugs. The disc box looked way to shabby as if it could open any time, and you suddenly found yourself wondering what Steve's obsession was.

Following your gaze, the man grinned, showing you the box. "There's just a CD inside, nothing else. You see, I'm a very boring creature."

"Yeah, sure," the waitress said, narrowing her gaze and quickly returning back to the counter before you had a chance to talk to her.

Irritated, you forced yourself to stay civil, smiling to the stranger sitting in front of you. You just lost your chance to figure out anything at all, and now you had to get rid of him, too.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" You asked politely, hoping he would leave you alone.

"I just said it. We rarely have fresh blood here," he said and then added immediately, seeing your bewildered expression. "Don't fret. I don't mean any harm. I'm just curious to see why a decent human woman ended up in this hole. As you can see, we have very little entertainment here except for booze and stimulants."

Stimulants. What a lovely synonym he found, you thought and ordered yourself to stop, knowing your disgust would soon show clearly on your face, and you certainly didn't want to upset the elf on the other side of the table. You came here for information, nothing else.

"I, uh, I'm looking for someone." you mumbled, staring man in the face and seeing his eyes were blue like the opening sky, and that his cheekbones were high and wide, and his lips, albeit dry and cracked, were full and well formed. He'd look lovely if not the shadows beneath his eyes, hollow cheeks, and wrinkles on his forehead and around his mouth that looked strangely unnatural on his young face.

The more you looked at him, the more his strikingly handsome eyes seemed hollow to you.

"Searching for a friend? A lover?" The elf asked you as if he didn't mind you staring at him intently, and you snapped out of your thoughts, chewing your lips as you glanced at the cupcake waiting for you on a plate.

"Neither. I'm looking for a relative of my... friend." The second you said it, he gave a hearty laugh, shaking his head as if you said something amusing, and your cheeks heat up. Why was he laughing at you? You did your best to swallow your protest, acting as polite as a store clerk in the presence of their boss. "Why is it funny?"

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"Don't mind me," Steve chuckled, wiping his lips with his thumb. "I don't suppose you know what it's like to deal with the fair folk from the Sacred lands. To put it simple, they just love it when somebody's willing to do their bidding. That's what it all is about, right? Some elf or fae or phooka asked you to search for their relative in exile."

Part II

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mx-your-name · 2 months

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

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

Now imagine it went something like this.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stars shining bright above you..”

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

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

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

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

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

“Birds singin’ in the sycamore trees.”

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

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

“Say ‘Night-ie-night’ and.. kiss me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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princess-of-thebes-1995 · 1 month

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My old blog I deleted out of anger because of hate messages. I wrote a story once. The first chapter. Reader Chan was mean to pre serum Steve. She ditched him and all that. Now, Steve is captain America and she needs money. Should I re write this?

Yandere Steve Rogers x female reader

I know I stopped my Ransom Drysdale x reader stories

Do you guys want me to start writing them?

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p3sephone · 2 years

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No Way Out. (Dark! Steve Rogers).

Summary: you are a worker in the Stark Tower, only aiming to grow your career and keep your life simple. Actually, you were the kind of person who admired the avengers but from afar but Steve Rogers didn’t have the same plan once he started talking with you.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2.

Warnings chapter 2: arguing, feeling very uncomfortable, hints of misoginy. This serie is going to have very dark themes in the future chapters, so if you don’t like this please do not read. Minors are not allowed. Only +18.

Note: reblogs, comments and likes are always very appreciated! Ty so much in advance. <3

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You snorted slightly, researching the paperwork needed to do the last procedure. Some mechanisms were really complex and the order was not on the agenda at the Stark Tower: now you understood why they had sought out people who were particularly professional and with so much patience. You understood that well.

You took a good deep breath, enjoying the fresh air coming in from both the windows behind you and the door. You hate to close the door, you never understood who did that: it was as if doing so made you feel more trapped and you wanted to go away and leave your job more and more. Instead, keeping it open gave you a certain sense of relief. But Steve Rogers was really tempting you to lock the door, possibly with a key. You had been working in the Stark Tower for about a week now, and the avenger came to your office on time, but he was smart about making excuses.

First it was paperwork that your downstairs colleague had forgotten to bring you, then it was coffee every now and then because you "needed rest for your hard work". You've never seen Steve Rogers behave this way to other people, yet when you tried to talk to someone just mentioning Steve's name a bright smile appeared on their face. They talked about how nice he was to them, even wishing them good work and sometimes stopping for a chat. You did your best not to look frown in those moments because you hated ruining other people's moments, and they were so happy when they talked about it. It was as if he was a kind of icon, an example of excellence. But with you he seemed to be pushing the boundaries.

But you didn't say this. Compared to the others, you had been given several more tasks and you had also accepted overtime: you lived alone, what could you do? You also had enough days off and to be honest you hated loneliness. You could not enjoy yourself or have fun due to lack of company, but also because you had little imagination. Also, you loved your job. Was it surreal? Yes, but that was it. So getting favors harder from Steve Rogers than you thought were standard made you uncomfortable, but obviously you haven't told anyone about it. What could you possibly have said? "I feel uncomfortable with Steve Rogers around, I wish he wouldn't speak to me?" They would all take you for crazy and drive you away. Steve Rogers was an untouchable jewel. You? You were replaceable for this job and you certainly didn't want to be targeted by your own colleagues. You would have just put your wishes aside. Speak of the devil... "Hey, I brought you some coffee again. Do i disturb you?" Of course you disturb, disappear. You certainly couldn't tell though. You put on a little fake smile, beckoning him in as you kept looking for the missing paperwork. You heard a little chuckle, so you got curious, looking at the blond man in front of you. Steve set the cup of coffee on your desk, then bowed down and picked up a piece of paper. Exactly what you were missing. He just giggled and to be honest you tried in every way not to be nervous. It was as if you felt teased, with that paper in your hand almost waved over your face, while he looked at you with that sly smile. You didn't even realize you weren't smiling anymore. You slowly got up, starting to take the paper from his hands. "Mr. Rogers, I have a lot of backlog and today is a particularly busy day, I have been trying to work on this job for 30 minutes. Please return the paper to me." you said with all the calm and kindness I could collect. You had always been well-mannered, professional - that was how others painted you, a calm and professional person. But this undertaking was becoming increasingly difficult for you. The smile faded from his face and he pushed the paper away, just when you were almost there. You looked at him now annoyed, but still trying to veil your gaze. You couldn't be openly hostile, not with an avenger, it wasn't allowed to you. "It's not very nice of you the way you talk." he said it quietly, but you recognized the warning tone. This only made you even more furious. You got yourself composed, straightening your back and shoulders, with your head held high. Avenger or not, you were not inferior to him. "Isn't it also nice that you punctually break into my office to give me some documents that the downstairs colleague actually has to deliver to me. Strangely enough, has she always forgotten them, every day since the day I started working?" you challenged, now openly hostile. You would have lied to yourself too but you felt your heart beating wildly. You never expected to lose your temper, but in addition to the profound discomfort you felt discomfort. You didn't want him around, only the structure of his body seemed oppressive to you. Steve Rogers was too much to handle and you weren't paid for that task. He just raised an eyebrow in response to your question, but judging by his icy eyes you knew you hit the spot. He had been discovered and his silence was the confirmation of what you had said, and this bothered him deeply. Steve Rogers was a captain, you a lot less. He was worth a lot, you what? You were forgettable. Yet he was infinitely kind. In his years, a young lady would have limited herself to a shy, composed laugh. It was cool in those days.

Without other words, Steve gave you one last look of annoyance, carefully leaving the document on your desk and bowing slightly, approaching you. He didn't stop staring at you for a second and the proximity of him hurt you, physically. You felt a pain in your stomach just seeing him so angry, knowing that he was angry for you.

He then straightened up, pointing out how taller and thicker he was than you. You didn't know if he did it on purpose, but he made you feel damn small, like a gnat to be squashed. Then he stomped away, closing the door to your office behind him. A few seconds later you walked over to the door, locking it. Yes, you definitely felt trapped.

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