Hes Home

He’s Home

Steve Rogers x Reader

Rating: T

Warning: This was edited late last night so I’m so sorry if there are any mistakes! 

Author’s Note: Another request done! This was submitted by a lovely anon by the name of Samantha who wanted the reader to be a big woman. There wasn’t a specific plot included in the request so hopefully this is okay! :) 

There is nothing wrong with being big! I wanted to show this in the story by making it less focused on the reader’s weight and what others think about it. I also didn’t want to make her size the key aspect to the story. Your weight doesn’t define you. YOU DO! So for this story, it is pure FLUFF! 

I really hope you like it Samantha and thank you so much for submitting! 

“Samantha, they need you back on the set.”

You ignored the grunts of protest that came around you as you looked up, focusing on whoever was giving you the new instructions. The brushes that once skillfully ran across your skin jerked with the sudden movements, smearing the work that was just done and creating a black line across your right cheek. The bobby pins that were about to be placed to hold up your messy bun were hastily dropped, the spots in which they were needed now disturbed from the fan that you faced. With a groan, a hand quickly jerked your head back to how it was before, forcing you to face the three around you as they gave one last groan of disapproval before starting over.

Oh, the joys of being a plus sized model…

You wanted to laugh. To tip your head back, close your eyes, and let the amusement consume you but as the first giggle began to leave your lips, you froze as your eyes caught sight of your manager, Diane, with a hard glare set on her face. She knew what you were doing and quickly put an end to it. After all the screw ups you’ve done today, she had a reason to fear for any more mistakes that could end in your termination of the job. With a frown, you struggled to keep yourself from laughing, grinding your teeth together to even avoid tugging on your lips that were now covered in a soft pink color.

It wasn’t your fault that you were nervous. After not hearing from your boyfriend for days now, you had tried to submerse yourself in your work, hiding the worry behind extra jobs that you begged Diane to find. But the plan backfired. Every photo shoot, a task that used to be so exciting, now seemed to drag on, as your phone remained silent. No calls, no texts, no emails except the random spam ones that no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t get rid of. With the reminder of your lifeless phone, you sighed, letting the breath exhale through a thin slip from your lips to avoid any other signs of disapproval from the ones around you.

But, as if the photographer felt the same need to finish this day as quickly as possible, he tossed a quick wave at the stylists around you. They dispersed, leaving you to stand and make your way to pose against the light blue backdrop with your new style.

This time, they had chosen a more natural look. The vibrant colors that once covered your eyes minutes ago was now replaced with softer tones, highlighting the innocent look the white dress you now wore expressed. With this play on innocence, you laughed as the thought of Steve once more crossed your mind.

Despite his reputation, he had made sure you were anything but innocent.

A slight blush spreading across your cheeks, you began to fidget in your heels, smoothing the dress once more before doing as instructed. As you prepared to prep yourself for the monotone look you would soon need to hold, your eyes quickly darted across the set, searching for one more sign of approval from Diane before locking yourself into ‘model mode;’ something you had made up when you started all those years ago.

Yet as your eyes scanned the crowed for the familiar redhead, you froze as a splash of patriotic red, white, and blue came into view. Without a second thought, you broke out of character, taking a step closer as you tried to get a better look. As you watched the few workers that once blocked your path disperse, the once stoic look you had been trying to achieve quickly faded away.

“What the hell…”

Your eyes widened as the trail of clothes following the men and women finally disappeared, fully revealing Captain America’s iconic shield and more importantly, the man who wielded it.

Steve look exhausted to put it simply. With his uniform still clinging to his body and dirt still coating his face, you watched as he pushed aside the fatigue to shoot you a shy smile. His hair messed up from no doubt pulling the helmet off his head; he quickly ran a hand through it as he pushed himself off the wall. His heavy boots matching each step you took, you finally met in the middle, ignoring the calls of protest filling the room as you finally embraced for the first time in weeks. His hands pulled you flush against his chest as your own wound around his neck, hiding your face against his skin as you took in the scene of his signature cologne, sweat, and…was that smoke? With just another reminder of the struggle he must have experienced during his time away, the importance of your makeup was forgotten as you pressed closer against his skin, without a doubt ruining the look the team had worked hard to create.

But you didn’t care. He was back.

Not wanting to push his boundaries of public affection, you made no move to kiss him, instead content in the tight embrace you found yourself in. One of your hands moved lower, lying against his chest as you found comfort in the rhythmic beat of his heart. This was a simple pleasure but something you had been previously worried about. With the last few days full of fear of never getting this luxury again, you savored the action, closing your eyes as you tried to match your breaths with his.

He was alive. He was safe.

Not willing to let him go, you spoke against his neck, hoping he’d understand you before you did the unthinkable and escaped his embrace.

“You ass. You told me you’d be home two days ago. Do you know how worried I was?”

He sighed, forgetting your slip in language as his head lowered. His forehead resting against your shaking shoulder, his hands began to move across your back. His soft touches sent a shiver to run down your spine, soothing the tears that had been building up the moment he made an appearance. With a deep breath, he finally spoke, revealing the exhaustion that racked his body from who knows what he had to go through.

“I’m sorry. New intel was found and the team was required to stay back and ensure that this wasn’t another threat.”

“Doesn’t explain why you didn’t let me know.”

“Buck and I needed to separate from the rest. By the time we secured ourselves in a position outside the enemy’s base, I realized I didn’t have means of communication other than the direct link to the team.”

You sighed but nodded at his answer, knowing that if he had the chance, he would have told you. Oh…the perk of dating a superhero. Without thinking, you kissed his shoulder softly, letting the stress from the past few days fade away as you finally held the answers you had been searching for. As you were about to speak once more though, a cough was heard beside you, forcing you to break apart to see the annoyed, yet slightly amused, complexion of your manager.

“As much as I know you’ve been missing your man, we really need to finish this before you’re fired.” With a frown, you finally broke apart and smoothed out your dress once more, nodding as you looked up to face Steve. With a small smile on his face, he jerked his head towards the team that was now waiting for you once more, the annoyed expressions you had seen them with earlier returning as they caught sight of the damage you had caused.

“Go.”

“Are you staying?”

He laughed, as if the simple thought of him leaving to get some much needed rest was so absurd. With a shake of his head, he took a step closer, taking your hand quickly to kiss your palm.

“I’m not going anywhere doll.”

You just put a giant smile on my face. Thank you for the lovely comment. I'm so happy you like it!

The Speech

Chris x reader (plus surprise Marvel dad!) 

Rating: T

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Hey I'm Samantha Riddle...I wanted to see if request were still open...I hope it's not to much but I don't see alot of big women writings and I'm a big woman who would just love to have one story or one shot or what ever you feel comfortable with.

Hi! Requests are definitely open and I would love to write something like this for you!

This topic is so important to me. No matter what someone’s size is, they are perfect just the way they are and I would love to see more stories that portray their characters with different sizes, etc.

I’m a little bit on the big side as well and I’ve experienced a lot of low self esteem issues over the years. To be honest, back when I was in high school, I remember reading a fanfiction that showcased a heavier character. To see this character find happiness despite her weight just lifted my spirits and encouraged me to feel better about myself. For that reason, I would love to see more of these stories! Even if my own work doesn’t give people the same feeling, I want to at least try. :)

Sorry if I was going off topic!

Anyways, do you have a character in mind for the request? Steve? Chris? Also, did you have a specific scenario you wanted me to include? :)

Being cute aka Chris Evans