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Sound of Silence

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve comes home.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1479

A/N: This is a request from a lovely anon. It’s taken me a while to write because I’ve been so swamped with school and work and scholarships and everything in between. Thank you for your patience anon! *This has not been edited.

He’d been gone for a long time—too long. The mission had taken longer than any of them had ever expected, nearing a month in duration, and he was beaten, bloody and bruised. He craved home. He wanted it with a burning passion.

Sitting in the quintet with his team had him homesick. The mission had been a success, sure, but they were now a week overdue. Everyone wanted to be home as badly as he did. Home was where warm beds were. Home was where the familiarity lay. Home was where she was.

Oh, how he wanted to be in her arms again. Oh, how he craved her touch, her love. Oh, how he craved her.

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Fall Into You

Part Three

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Warnings: language, soft sweaters, friends to lovers, sexual tension, eventual smut

Summary: Steve needs a vacation to unwind. So much media presence after the Snap was undone has left his nerves frazzled. Lucky for him Bucky canceled on you for the trip back to your hometown, leaving him to go along with you instead. Treating him to a true taste of normalcy that’s anything but normal, in a town where nobody knows who he is or at least they don’t care, it’s a vacation full of warm sweaters, hot cider and fall shenanigans.

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parabellum | s.r.

Summary: “I know I’m asking a lot, but the price of freedom is high; it always has been. And it’s a price I’m willing to pay. And if I’m the only one, then so be it.” 

WARNINGS: This is dark and sad!! VIOLENCE!! There’s mentions of torture, blood, injuries, and there’s MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH!!! I’m not kidding when I say there’s a lot. A LOT OF CALLBACKS/FORESHADOWING AND PARALLELS!!! SO keep an eye out for that, also swearing but thats the least of your worries Pairing: H.Y.D.R.A.!Steve x enhanced!Reader Word Count: 12k

A/N: This is for Nicola’s writing challenge over at @startrekkingaroundasgard​. My prompt was ‘a hero becomes a villain’. Also, this is what drove @wxntersoldiers​​ crazy last night but she hasn’t read the newest version yet so here we are (i added some extra dialogue n stuff babe)

“I don’t trust a guy without a dark side. Call me old-fashioned.”

“Well, let’s just say you haven’t seen it yet.”

They attack the Avengers Facility, snatch him between your fingers. 

It’s near midnight, you think, when they sneak into your room. They thrust a knife through your back, and Steve wakes to your screams.

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Cut Up

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Turns out, having a kid comes with a few heart attacks.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: None! Just floof. Maybe some spice at the end.

A/N: I’ve had this in my head for a week now, blame @heli0s-writes​ and her Bag of Tricks universe. But also thank her for reading this over for me and maximizing its chaoticness; you’re a gem, bb. This is pretty silly, which apparently is my new favorite way of writing Steve. It’s also very short. But there’s a bunch of fluff so it makes up for that. Let me know what you think, and enjoy! :) x

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The house is quiet.

Too quiet.

It would be fine if it were only Steve in the house, or you. The fact that it’s eleven-thirty in the morning and there’s a five-year-old having playtime in his room is what sets Steve on edge.

He gives it all of three minutes before his super-soldier-dad senses are tingling. Something’s wrong. Something is very, very wrong.

Steve’s mind goes through all the probable scenarios as to what happened before he decides the most logical explanation for why he’s not hearing his son scream up a storm is that aliens came back to Earth and targeted his kid. Naturally.

The reality of the situation is much more horrifying.

“Dada, look!”

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If I Didn’t Know Any Better - Cutthroat Challenge

Thank you again @sherrybaby14 for this lovely challenge! Very inspiring and gave me an opportunity to write a little Steve fluff! 

Prompt: Valentine’s dinner with Steve 

Sabotage One: Steve has to have a room filled with children’s toys. 

Sabotage Two: Can’t use the words yes/no/maybe or any synonym! 

Pairing: Steve Rogers x you / Steve Rogers x y/n

Summary: Who could have known that the only thing you needed to finally tell Steve how you feel would be a bottle of red wine and a room full of children’s toys? 

Warnings: Fluff, fluff, and MORE fluff! It’s my birthday, so I’m feeling fluffy. 

Words: 2k 

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“I can’t believe I’ve never been to your place before Steve!” you gasped at the glory of the expansive apartment. Nestled in, on a quiet street in Brooklyn, the antique building was almost dream-like with its ivy-covered façade and large oak trees outside. The exposed brick walls and original hardwood floors paired well with the plush rugs and brown leather couch sat in the living room. Everything was clean lines, utilitarian, but with just the right amount of sentimentality to make it warm. Homey. The kitchen, with its ample-sized marble island lay open, giving it a small modern feel for such an otherwise outdated space. In a way, the apartment was the perfect reflection of Steve. Wonderful smells wafted from the oven and stovetop, leading you further in and past the tall super soldier holding the door open for you.

“Please, (Y/N), come on in,” laughed Steve, closing the door and following you towards the kitchen.

“Where is everyone? I thought for sure I was going to be the last one here,” you admitted sheepishly as you set down your bags and began to unpack the copious bottles of wine. You attempted to suppress a smile as you remembered the aghast expression on the checkers face when you’d placed ten bottles of red blend down on the conveyer belt.

“They didn’t tell you?” Steve questioned, picking up one of the bottles and examining the label.

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All I Want-part 5

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Characters- Professor! Rogers x Reader

Word Count- 2.9k

Warnings- Just some angsty feels. 

Author’s Note- Sorry this took so long. Life is life. Moving houses is not easy and getting back into writing was hard. No smut this time. Next time we’ll make some progress. 

Sitting at your desk, your teeth chattered and body shivered from the bone-deep chill that still clung to your skin. Your clothes hung on hooks dripping onto a towel on the floor.

You stared at the screen before you, trying to concentrate on your last paper. All you had to do was correct this, finish a presentation, and you would be done until finals.

But visions of long legs and blonde hair kept intruding on your thoughts, making attending to your task near impossible. Of course, she was the type of person he would be with. Sophisticated. Elegant. What were you compared to her?

Your own parents merely tolerated you. Why would Professor Rogers be any different? He could have any woman he wanted. Why would he want a college student who couldn’t even declare a major?

Closing your laptop, you promised yourself to finish your corrections tomorrow. Climbing into bed, you shivered as you pulled the covers high over your shoulders, ignoring the warm tears that flowed to your pillow.

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Steve sat across the table from Yvonne who sipped delicately at her white wine. His literary agent for over a year, she had helped him shop for a publisher and editor after he had proposed his book idea to her. He probably could have gotten published on his name alone but wanted to make sure his books fell into the right hands. And that those hands didn’t take advantage of him, his name, and his reputation.

“Well now that we’ve got all the chit chat out of the way…Don’t make me hunt you down again. It’s not like you to ignore my calls.” She stared intently, waiting for a reply.

She was right. It wasn’t like him. But neither was asking her to come to his office. He knew she would track him down if he ghosted her. “You’re right. I apologize. It was rude and thoughtless. I guess the end of the semester and deadlines just got to me.” He cut into his food, taking a bite into his mouth.

“Really?” Her eyebrows raised. “You sure it doesn’t have anything to do with your little go-for today? She looked like I killed her puppy.”

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Match up

Hello! Can I have a male marvel and Detroit match up please? Im 5'2 dark blonde wvy hair blue/gray eyes bit chubby just stomach green hoodie tight jeans white run shoes. I love to draw, paint, watch anime, creative write and listen to music. I have social anxiety nd depression i hve a hard time expressing myself nd i still try to hide how i really feel I lve to be there for others I love to laugh nd smile even throw around some jokes Im quiet but do like to make people laugh I express myself better on paper and in my drawings. I have a hard time making friends. I always put a strong smile on my face until i burn out.  I am very hard on myself but I try to encourage others even though I’m not good at socializing, I’ve been told that I have a big heart, very caring and funny. I am very empathetic. I can be distant and shy. I’m is known for being quiet. I tend to scare people by accident. Even my movements can be very quiet. I don’t stand out I seem to blend in and people won’t even notice me. Im better at explaining how i feel through actions than words. I dont mind PDA, i would love to hold my partners hand. I am a softy i couldnt hurt a fly unless someone really pissed me off, i dont get angered easily. INFP, Cancer Sun sign.

Thanks!

No worries fellow cancer sign! I match you with:

Steve Rogers

I believe you're just Steve's type tbh.

He loves your creativity! He himself used to draw a bit, back in the 40's, but now he doesn't really have time for it anymore, though he'd still love to relive some of those times with you!

He'd be your no.1 fan when it comes to writing. You wrote a story? He's gonna want to read it. You wrote a poem? He's amazed and will sit down with you and ask a million questions about all the verses.

But I feel like anime might not be his thing. He doesn't hate it, but he can't get it through his head why it's animated. He can appreciate all the good qualities of it, the story, the voice acting, but why is it animated though?? But show him one live action and he'll understand why.

Steve is really understanding when it comes to topics like mental issues. He won't stand for you hiding away though. He'll gently encourage you to express yourself through your works, if you can do that. And if you do, you're going to be showered in praise <3

He loooooooves that you want to make people laugh. He thinks it's one of your best qualities. It's really selfless when you yourself are feeling under the weather, but still try to make others feel good.

He definitely is one of the people who gets scared by your quietness. I can vividly imagine him just doing something in the kitchen and suddenly you hug him from behind and he nearly attacks you, because he didn't hear you come in XD

Steve just loves everything about you <3

Ralph

Ralph feels about you the same way Steve does in many cases.

Whenever you visit him, he feels a strange sense of peace, so he grew to like you a lot.

He loves watching you draw and write, he is amazed by the sheer concept of creativity.

This one would love anime. It's easy on the eyes and easy to understand. He would probably like the simpler ones, not heavy themed ones, like The disastrous life of Saiki K. ;)

He doesn't know much about depression and because of his injuries, he can't research them. But he hates seeing you sad. It just feels wrong. So he tries anything and everything to make you not sad :)

No really, if you need anything, just tell him and he'll try to arrange it for you.

He loves when you try to make him laugh. Often times you succeed! He is quite bubbly and just loves you so much that even the corniest jokes seem funny to him when they come from you.

Please don't sneak up on him intentionally. He's been hurt in the past and is now very wary of people, you being so damn quiet does not help his case.

I think he wouldn't be into PDA, but only into DA if you understand what I'm trying to say. He doesn't go out much, but he loves being connected with you on a physical level. So holding hands or cuddling in his hideout is the best for him!

Who's in Charge Here?|| Steve Rogers x Reader Smut

Summary: You're new to Avengers but unfortunately, you don't get well with Captain Rogers, so by every occasion, you're mean to him and disobey his commands. It's like this until that one specific night when Steve shows who is in charge at the Tower.  

Warnings: Smut, Language, Unprotected Sex, Oral Sex (male receiving)

Words: 3456

Request by: @themine-ismine

Authors: Rouge & Cass

This was to have been another boring day.

You got up earlier than ever before, with attend to train a bit before shower.

You did as you planned. Then, you changed clothes for something more casual yet elegant, and you were ready to get downstairs for a breakfast.

Living in Avengers Tower wasn't easy for you, as a new member. You had a lot to learn in a short period of time, and everyone was expecting a lot from you. But you gritted the teeth and tried to hold on.

Steve frowned as soon as he spotted you in the dining room. He was wearing sweatpants and a simple t-shirt that was emphasizing his well-built torso. "You know this is not a fashion show, kid," he said, eyeing you from head to toe as he crossed arms on his chest.

Steve expected a lot from you, he wanted you to keep up with the team. For him, you were just a kid among adults, so he tried his best to temper your stubbornness, and to improve your skills.

A roll of your eyes had to be enough as the answer for him. "Whatever. I wanna feel comfortable," you shrugged as you took a sip of your tea. "Have ya seen Banner? He asked me for help in the laboratory," you explained shortly, focusing on a bread that you were cutting.

"Yes, I met him today and he doesn't need you anymore. I took care of this. You will spend the day with me and Bucky at the gym. You need to improve yourself if you want to stay here," Steve told you and he started to make himself a coffee. "And better change clothes. I don't wanna see you in those during the training. Do you understand?"

You cocked your brow, being already exhausted by his words. "What's wrong with them? I won't change anything only because you want me to, Mr Cap-Know-It-All-Rogers," you snorted, taking a bite of your sandwich. "I don't wanna train. I did after waking up, I don't think another round is necessary."

You aren't the one that decides here. You want to keep up with the team, so you have to work on this. If you won't, you will be kicked out," he warned as he rolled his eyes. "So better cooperate or go pack your stuff now because we're not gonna keep you in here when you get tired after a five-minute run," he summed up and walked past you. "Better warm up before training. I won't go easy on you," Steve added before leaving dining room.

You stopped chewing the sandwich and simply threw rest of it on the plate. "What an asshole," you mumbled to yourself as you quickly finished your tea.

You got back to your room. After quick look into your closet, you decided to put black leggins and grey tank top on. Then you headed downstairs, straight to the gym.

As you were waiting for Captain to show up, you started doing some push-ups.

"Hey, kid! Don't overwork yourself!" Bucky laughed happily, and smiling at you, he quickly decided to join you in doing push-ups. "What are you doing here, Y/N?" He asked, looking at you briefly, then he used his metal hand to do some one hand push-ups.

You only smirked. "Stop showing off your strength, Barnes!"

When you finished another push-ups round, you sat on the mattress, taking deep breaths.

You also decided to explain the situation to Bucky. "Our beloved, infallible Captain has ordered me to come to the gym, so here I am," you shrugged.

Bucky sat next to you and giggled. "Don't worry, it's only Steve," he shrugged.

"I must say, I am impressed," Steve said as he just entered the gym and looked at you and Bucky. "Finally you did what I asked you about. Now! Butts up, both of you. Buck, you can do what you want, and Y/N, you're gonna train with me."

Bucky smiled and pet your shoulder. "I wish you luck, kid."

Steve smirked at you. "Ready?"

You got up lazily. "No. I would rather do this with our super assassin than with you." Your reply was full of malice but you didn't care.

You crossed arms on your chest, glaring up at Steve. "So?"

"What do you mean by 'so'? Come on, little bunny, attack me," he smiled at you. "Unless you are scared of me," Steve mocked only to motivate you.

As lazily as you could you approached him and punched his arm. "Here ya go, fear me," you murmured.

Steve raised his eyebrow, looking at you. "Seriously, kid?"

He then grabbed back of your neck and quickly knock you down. Steve pressed his knee to your back. "That was so easy that it's funny. Comfortable, kid?" He asked sarcastically, smiling at you. "Do you realize it's not some kind of a game, don't you?"

You hissed, the sharp pain ran through your lower back as he pressed it with his knee. "Get off me, Rogers," you snorted loudly, struggling to free yourself. "I know all this. But I have 0 motivation. You won't make me obedient by constant screams and lectures, get it?" You almost yelled, trying to turn your head aside.

Steve pressed his knee to your back even harder. "Then better find motivation, because no one is gonna babysit you during the fight. This is not some kind of game, you are a superhero now and yet you act like a spoiled brat. I am not gonna tolerate this in my team," he growled at you.

"Wo-ho... Steve, pal. Calm down or you will break her in half," Bucky stepped in, trying to stop his friend. "This is not the way, pal."

When you finally freed yourself, you rolled on your back and breathed deeply.

Then you got up and threw Steve an angry glance. "Go fuck yourself, Rogers, because you're unbearable!" You screamed at him.

You turned around and wiped the tear that formed in the corner of your eye quickly, so none of them could see it.

After that you grabbed your stuff and left the gym.

Bucky looked at Steve and shook his head, then he ran after you. "Y/N! Y/N! Wait!" Bucky called after you and soon caught you up. "Hey, are you okay? He didn't hurt you, right?" Bucky asked with a worried voice.

Even if Bucky was an emotionless, killing machine in his past, suffering of others wasn't a thing that he was just about to ignore then.

"Hey, need a big supersoldier hug?" Bucky asked, trying his best to cheer you up.

You instinctively nuzzled to him, trying to wrap arms around his torso. "I hate him," you explained openly, "I really do. He trests me like this since the very beginning. I hate him. He thinks he knows everything but truth is he can't even cope with his past, and he uses me as a fucking training bag. He openly humiliates me in front of others. But he is no one to me. You should be our leader, not him," you cried briefly.

Bucky blinked and hugged you tightly. "God, doll. You make me blush. Please, I know Steve for a really long time. He just wants you to keep up with us. You are young, beautiful and new here," man explained, petting your hair. "I have an idea. Tony organizes some kind of little team party. You should join us this evening. There will be snacks, beer, it will be nice. What do you say?" Bucky asked and put hand to your cheek, forcing you to look at him.

You let out a deep sigh but nodded. "Okay. I can give it a shout. But if he will be somewhere near, I swear to Thor, I will leave," you said firmly. "See you then, Bucky."

Bucky walked you to the living room, where the party was taking place. "Go on and have some fun, and don't worry, doll. It will be okay, Steve will be a good boy. Now excuse me, I need to go and annoy Tasha for a bit," Barnes winked at you and quickly walked away.

Steve saw you and waved his hand. "Hey, Y/N, come here," he said with smile.

However, you passed him by, pretending he wasn't there.

You were completely not in a mood for the party, and especially for Steve and his problems.

You approached a bar that was set up in one of the corners, and you took a seat at the high chair, ordering yourself a glass of whiskey. You crossed legs, guarding your skirt to not go too high along your thighs.

Steve joined you few minutes later. "Hey, you are ignoring me, why?" Rogers asked, looking at you. "I saw that you came here with Bucky. Are you two a thing?" Steve asked you next question, he sounded a bit frustrated.

You looked at him with the corner of your eye, then you leant to the bartender. "Can you tell this guy to leave me alone?"

Man behind the bar only smiled at your words, and gave another glass to Steve.

You turned head, you searched for Bucky. "Maybe. None of your business."

Steve offered you his hand and smiled at you softly. "Please, come with me. I won't hurt you, I swear to Thor. I won't do anything this time, I just wanna talk."

"You've talked today. I came here to have fun, not to listening to another lecture by you, Mr Know-It-All," you reminded, "now you can go look for your Sharon, I bet I saw her somewhere here..." You grinned widely. "I am still impressed how she can even cope with someone like you."

"It's not gonna be a lecture. Please? Oh, come on! I am not interested in her at all, I have someone else on my eye..." Steve sighed deeply. "Please, Y/N. Come with me."

Finally, you emptied your glass and got up from the chair, smoothing your frilled skirt. "You have 10 minutes," you said simply as you looked at him

Steve grabbed your hand and led you at one of an empty corridors. It was partly dark and quiet.

"Do you even know how annoying you are? You just came here and you think you can do whatever you want," Steve muttered and suddenly pinned you to the wall. "Look at yourself, such a beauty. You just provoke me with all those skimpy clothes, even this dress now. You drive me crazy every day, doll," Steve whispered right into your ear. "And you know what? There is no Sharon nor anyone else who could catch my eye like you did. I could watch you every day."

You blinked.

In first moment you didn't know what to do. You weren't sure if you should start screaming for help nor just punch his jaw and run away.

Yet, you blushed a bit as his words. "First of all, it's not a dress. Actually, it's a skirt," you explained. "And secondly, I am afraid you're drunk, Steven..." You whispered.

Somehow you were afraid of this man, even if you knew he wouldn't hurt you, ever.

"I need to give you some lesson, girl. I can't get drunk due to the supersoldier serum perk," he smiled at you. "You have no idea how frustrating it is to know that you are here, that I may lose you one day. I tried to make you leave but you are just too fucking stubborn," Steve growled and moved to your neck. "At the same time, you are so beautiful that I have problems with controlling myself. I am so sorry if I hurt you today, I never meant this, Y/N," Steve purred and kissed your neck gently.

Your muscles tensed within second when his lips touched your sensitive skin. You bite your lip to hold the moan on. "So, why you wanted to talk to me now?" You asked slowly, pressing your back more to the cold wall.

He laughed and put his forehead on your shoulder. "Really, Y/N? Okay, so maybe this will be a good answer for you..."

After these words Steve pressed his lips to yours in a deep kiss, his hands traveled to your hips.

You were cut off by the kiss, and you didn't pretest at all.

You let him kiss you the way he wanted, you let him slip his tongue into your mouth, and surprisingly, you did enjoy it.

Steve growled into the kiss and then picked you up. "This will be fun," he smiled and carried you to his room.

There he threw you on the bed and climbed on top of you. "Shall we see what are you hiding under this Skirt?" Steve teased.

“Hey, hey, slow down!" You couldn't help but giggle.

You pushed him off of yourself and you got up. When he sat at the edge of the bed, you stood between his legs.

"I don't know. You were rude to me today," you summarized, "I don't know if you deserved any of this..."

You slowly brushed your thighs, grabbing the hem of your skirt. With a swing in your hips you turned around, revealing upper part of your thighs, just enough for him to notice your panties.

Steve got up and grabbed your hips, pulling you closer. He pressed you against his chest. "Then I will continue to be rude, sweetheart," Steve purred into your ear and moved his hand between your legs.

He chuckled. "Someone is already wet for me, bad girl as always."

You licked your dry lips and put your palm on his hand, forcing him to rub your pussy through material of your panties.

As you were pressed to him, you could easily feel Steve getting harder, ever through his jeans.

You turned your head a bit to let him kiss you.

Steve covered your mouth with a kiss and smiled. "You've been a very bad girl today, you didn't listen to things I've said, you were really mean to me," Steve muttered in a low voice.

His hand slowly moved your panties aside, he wasted no time and pushed two fingers inside of you.

Steve hummed happily. "So tight and wet, just for me. I'm gonna fuck you hard tonight, doll. You're gonna scream my name so loud that whole tower will hear you."

You took a deep breath, still holding on his hand.

It felt so nice to have his fingers inside, you could already imagine how amazing it will be to have his cock in your pussy.

You forced him to pull his hand back, you slowly licked on his long fingers, humming.

Then you turned around in his arms and without any word you started to undoing his belt, your eyes on his.

Steve watched you carefully. "You are still a naughty girl. Really naughty girl. On your knees, sweetheart," he ordered, looking you right in the eyes. "And be a good girl this time."

You slowly got on your knees and unzipped his fly, licking your lips.

You pulled his half erected cock out of his jeans, and a little smirk crawled onto your mouth.

Even then you could say that he was big. The biggest you've ever seen before.

You grabbed his base and pumped it few times before you took him into mouth.

"Now you are good girl. I'm proud," Steve sighed deeply and moved his hands into your hair, he started to move your head up and down his shaft. "This feels so good, Y/N. Keep doing this and I will cum," Steve warned you. You pulled his dick out of your mouth only to spit on him. You pumped your hand few times, from his head to the bottom of his base, spreading your saliva all over his shaft. You pulled his cock up, pressing it to his lower stomach, you licked along his length, using only tip of your tongue. Then you sucked on his tip for a while, only to push his cock deep down your throat while massaging his balls. You used your free hand to rub your pussy and slip fingers in.

Steve growled and tugged on your hair, pulling you away. "Sorry, sweetheart, I need to fill this tight, little pussy with my cum," he mumbled and forced you to lay down on the bed. After that, he slipped his jeans down his legs kicking them aside.

"Let's see how this little pussy feels around my cock." Steve pulled your skirt up, exposing you completely as you managed to get rid of your shirt and bra moment before.

Steve grabbed his member and guided himself slowly into you, moaning deeply as he entered your pussy.

Captain started to trust in a steady pace, holding your hips tightly. "Fuck, you feel so good, sweetheart. So tight, so wet and all this is mine," he grunted.

You squeezed your breasts, your eyes never left his. "God, yes... I didn't know it can be that amazing, fuck..." you murmured quietly, taking a hold of his strong forearm. "Just like that.." you spit on your fingers and rubbed your pussy while Steve was fucking you. "God, feels so good. Show me how much you've wanted it, c'mon!" The urge of getting fucked nicely was too huge for you, so you dragged your nails down his back as you wrapped your leg around his hip.

"Hope I won't snap you in a half," Steve muttered and started to thrust faster, using all of his strength.

His thrusts were so hard that bed started to crack dangerously.

"I'm gonna make you cum so hard, doll," Steve growled and his hand traveled to your pussy, he pushed two fingers into you. "Nice and full," he summed up before kissing and biting your neck.

You were moaning deeply, rubbing yourself. You slipped your second hand into his hair. "Mmm, that's it, Steven. Fuck me like you've dreamt about since I joined your team," you encouraged him.

After some time you used all of your strength to push him off of you. You then straddled him, slowly pushing his cock back into your cunt. You started to rock your hips slowly, basing your hands on his muscular chest to support yourself.

Steve gasped and grabbed your hips so tightly that you knew he will leave bruises. "My good girl. Ride that cook until I cum inside this tight pussy, ride it faster! I am not made of glass," he smiled, rolling his hips before moving hand between two of you, straight to your clit. Steve started to slowly rub it, putting some pressure on from time to time.

"Yes! Yes..." You moaned loudly, scratching his chest. "Fuck, I wanna you to cum inside of me," you said, "fill me to the brim," you licked your lips.

You were going up and down his cock as fast as you could.

When you felt your walls squeezing his dick, you increased your pace, his name was the only thing to leave your lips.

Steve quickly flipped you over, so he was on top again, he threw your legs on his shoulders, pushing himself even deeper inside your cunt. "I'm gonna cum, sweetheart. Gonna fill this little pussy. You'll be mine now."

His peace was fast and thrusts were deep, soon Steve pushed himself as deep as he only could only to cum deep inside of you, moaning your name loudly.

His name rolled from your mouth as your pussy started to clenching rhythmically around his hard member. You arched your back and rolled head on the pillow. You rock your hips few more times, trying to catch a proper breath.

You were covered in sweat but you didn't mind.

Your eyes met his and you reached hands to cup his cheeks.

"You're a fucker still but well, I gotta admit that was delicious. I guess I will be even more problematic now, just to be punished again," you winked at him, slipping hand between two of you. Then, you licked your fingers, tasting his cum. "Mmm, someone likes coffee here."

Steve laughed and shook his head. "Be a good girl and you will get this on a daily basis, and I won't kick your ass on training so often," he teased you, then pulled you closer. "Let's rest now," Steve offered.

You let him put his boxers back on, and when he laid next to you, you simply rested your head on his muscular torso, letting him wrap his strong arm around your waist. "I'm naked still, Cap," you teased, "But I'm keen on this idea. But tomorrow it's gonna be me who will kick your ass on training.

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The Last Breath || Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: Fight against Thanos takes a dramatic turn.

Warnings: Major character’s death, overall sadness.

Words: 1600

Request by: @herdofsambars

Authors: Rouge & Cass

Everything was incredibly still.

The pain that once burned like fire had faded away to an icy numbness. You didn’t pay attention to it anymore. You were running through the jungle, just to find Steve. You had to find Steve. It was your target.

And when you saw him getting injured by Thanos who was laughing at his own actions, you felt like your soul has split.

There was something in that shout, a pain behind it. You simply watched. You watched Steve’s eyes. Then you knew that the anger was nothing but a shield for pain, like a cornered soldier randomly throwing out grenades, scared for his life, lonely, desperate. You breathed in real, looking Thanos straight in the eye, and when he dissapeared, you approached Steve slowly, sanking on your knees right next to him.

Steve looked at you trying to force a comforting smile, he already knew what was coming.

He lowered his glance and looked at the bloody spot right in the middle of a place where a silver star from his uniform used to be.

“It will be okay,” he tried his best to assure you but was there really a point?

He could feel every inch of his body screaming from pain, his breath was getting rapid and the wound was bleeding heavily, staining his uniform.

Was it really his end? Steve could feel how his body began to give up and he slumped completely on the ground, grabbing your arm tightly, he could feel the panic rising in his mind. Right now, the brave Captain America was gone, there was only Steve Rogers, just a scared boy from Brooklyn.

“Crystal…,” he breathed out.

You inhaled a trembling breath, sweat accumulating on your skin, an icy cold.

“Yes? Yes, Steven?” You asked, barely moving your lips.

You reached out and touched his cheek.

Steve was getting pale slowly and you did anything you could to hold your tears back.

‘It’s… It’s getting so cold, why..?“ Steve mumbled. Even talking was getting harder, he tried to desperately squeeze your arm harder in a quiet scream for help but all he could do was to twitch his fingers, he was losing control, and this was sending even bigger waves of fear through his already weak body.

Steve tried to move, grasping onto remained vestiges of his strengths, he could simply feel how gravitation was pulling him toward the ground and he could do nothing about this.

Stain on his uniform was only getting bigger and bigger, it was already reaching his stomach and blood didn’t stop pouring out of the wound.

"Crystal… Please… Do something! Save me… I don’t wanna vanish…” Steve thought that he was screaming but in fact, it was nothing more than a pathetic whimper of a person that was looking for a salvation.

Just like those clouds above, your insides were in a chaos. A mess. Something was bothering you. Something was hurting you. Something ached inside you. Something felt so wrong, so invalid but you couldn’t tell what. You tried to pin point the cause for this unexplained pain but failed. You tried to reason this unbearable burning but didn’t find any. Everything felt so confused, just like a jumbled set of a puzzle.

And then you realized. Previously unspoken fear has torn your insides apart, from mind to soul.

Steve was dying and there was nothing you could have done to help him, to save his life like he’s done many times for you.

“Breathe…,” you whispered, leaning over him, “I’m with you, you’re not alone… I’m with you till the end of the line.”

“Crystal… Crystal, please, help me… I can’t feel my legs. Why my chest… Why is it so heavy?” Steve asked with a quiet whimper.

With every minute Steve felt like strength was draining out of him, he couldn’t move, he was cold, and every breath was painfully hard to take.

He wasn’t ready to go, he didn’t want to go.

He was Captain America himself but on the other hand maybe it was a good thing.

Steve was fighting through his whole life. Maybe it was a good time to give up? With these thoughts, Steve calmed down and embraced the fact that he was drifting away into the darkness. This was his real salvation, no more fighting nor saving the world.

He smiled at you weakly while his eyes filled with tears. “Is this the end Crystal, right? Do you think they all are waiting for me? All of my friends? Mom and dad? Peggy?”

You simply sobbed into his chest unceasingly, hands clutching at his uniform covered in dirt, blood and dust.

Steve held you in silence, rocking you a bit as your tears soaked his chest. A tiny lapse let you pull away, blinking lashes heavy with tears, before you collapsed again, your howls of misery worsening. The pain must have come in waves, minutes of sobbing broken apart by short pauses for recovering breaths, before hurling you back into the outstretched arms of his grief.

“Don’t leave me, Steve. Just hold on, I will get help for you, just wait for me, and don’t close your eyes. We will pull you out of this, okay? Just don’t you dare to close your eyes, Rogers!” Your grief has turned into a panic mixed with dose of helplessness.

You looked around, trying to figure out where you could have started with looking for other team members but you were too afraid to leave Steve alone.

Steve took your cheeks into his hands, looking you right in the eyes. “Crystal, it’s over, I can’t fight anymore. I’m afraid this is the end,” he said quietly and pressed his lips to yours. It was his goodbye to you, the death was slowly coming to harvest his soul.

Was he scared? He couldn’t tell, he was truly scared of what was coming but at the same time, he felt happy. Steve was going into a better place, where everyone was awaiting him.

His hand slipped into your palm. “Crystal, please. Be brave and don’t cry. I had a wonderful life here, I couldn’t ask for more. Finish what we all have started,” Steve smiled at you slightly as his eyelids became heavier. He started to slowly drifting away, and at this point no one could stop it.

You became quiet, yet you have wanted to scream and shout all these emotions out of you, it would be easier that way. Unfortunately, your throat was swollen, so you couldn’t even properly breathe.

You laid next to him, nuzzling into his neck, trying to be as close as it was possible.

“I’m sorry, for all I’ve done, for how awful person I was many times, for all the moments when I disobeyed you…,” you were counting quietly. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t have saved you, Steve… Forgive me, my love…”

You pulled up a bit to reach his pale lips. You pressed yours to his for the very last time, letting the tears roll down your cheeks.

*********

Steve felt weird, he expected to see nothing but darkness, instead he felt the warmth.

He looked down at his body, inspecting every little inch; his uniform, blood and whole suffering were gone.

The place was warm and oddly familiar, Steve looked around and then recognized it. It was one of those places where young soldiers used to hang out before they were sent on the front.

“Excuse me, handsome,” he heard a voice and felt like someone grabbed his palm. “I believe you promised me a dance, sir.”

Steve turned his head only to see Peggy smiling at him.

He gladly returned the smile. “I believe so, too,” Steve answered and followed Peggy on a dance floor.

Steve wrapped his arms around her waist while she wrapped hers around his neck. “You did a great job, soldier but the war is over now, Steve. No more fighting, no more suffering,” Peggy whispered and gently caressed his cheek.

“I know,” Steve nodded and smiled.

*********

The sun shone brilliantly and the virescent colour of the spring day under it’s glare was offensively bright and cheerful. It was as if they conspired to show you how the world would go on without Steve. It shouldn’t. Everything should be as grey and foggy as my emotions, it should be cold and damp with silent air. But the birds still sang and the flowers still bloomed. You walked through the churchyard like a silhouette of yourself, wishing you really were as insubstantial as the shadows so that your insides might not feel so mangled.

The battle against Thanos was lost. Not many of your colleagues have survived.

But now, all of you met up again, at the funeral of Captain America. And you were the one to make a speech.

“I could write a million letters, each one the same as the last in sentiment and cadence. They stay the same, only the word arrangement changes. It boils down to one thing, we all miss you…,” you said, trying to keep your head straight, “You should be here. Ultimately, no one knows if that is selfish or not and even if it is, to hell with the rest of the world and their opinions. You should be here. I miss you. Your pretty blue eyes, beautiful smile, wily heart, torn mind, and kind, tortured soul. My heart is missing an integral piece, a part that keeps it from working correctly. I miss you, Steven Grant Rogers. And I do hope you finally found your peace.”

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The Blizzard || Steve Rogers x Reader Oneshot

Summary: Steve and Y/N are married and they deal with Steve’s PTSD. Steve, after snap of Thanos' fingers, has gotten it again but this time it hit him harder. In the winter scenery , reader does her best to calm her man down.

Warnings: none

Words: 1088

Request by: @porgswillrullgalaxymotherfucker

Authors: Rouge

In the blizzard there was no way to know which direction to go, the usual landmarks were hidden behind the white that swirled so densely.

You could feel you blood cool and your skin become icy. They shouldn't have come, not in this weather, but there was no other choice, Steve’s PTSD caught him harder than ever before.

Steve has always loved the flowers and the birds, loved the sunlight and the clouds that drift by. He has always loved the way the leaves move in a breeze and that soft whispering sound they make, like nature loves to chatter too. Yet the tiredness that begun a while ago remained like a veil over his skin, grey and cold. And as he watched the petals and the twigs that sway outside the window, there was only a creeping sorrow where there should be joy.

You, as Steve’s wife, were trying so hard to help him, yet failed. No doctor nor therapy were successful. Steve’s condition has gotten even worse in past three months.

It was when you’ve made a decision about leaving Washington. You’ve found a cozy cottage house near White Mountains,  New Hampshire. Gladly, Steve agreed on that idea, and soon you both were on your way.

And now, you were finishing a dinner, while Steve was laying on the couch, reading some book that you’ve discovered on the shelf in the little living room.

When you set everything on the table, you looked at Steve, smiling gently at him. “Darling, dinner’s ready.”

His eyes met yours, he simply nodded and closed the book, leaving it on the couch as he got up and took a seat at the opposite side of the table.

You were eating in the silence, from time to time Steve was looking up at you, remaining quiet.

Soon the dinner was finished, and you went to wash the dishes. You were surprised seeing, how Steve joined you in the kitchen and started wiping plates.

“How are you?” You asked slightly.

“It’s better. But I am not sure. Let’s just say it’s okay for now,” he responded, shrugging.

You couldn’t help but giggled loudly. “I just hope this place will help you get your strengths back, Steve,” you looked at him briefly, then focused on the dishes again. “It’s so calm and silent here, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is, doesn’t it bother you, Y/N?” His voice became softer, Steve leant his hip against the kitchen counter, still wiping plates and putting them to the nearest cabinet.

“Me? No, not at all, actually I needed this after all that urban uproar, you know?” You stated simply.

Steve smirked a bit, and the conversation was over. It was still a good sign that he eventually was talking to you instead of running away…

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It was late in the evening.

Steve looked out of the window at the blizzard. He watched a driveway disappear in the sure knowledge that he'd only have to dig it out again in the morning.

“It’s snowing. Again,” Steve admitted.

You raised your glance to look at him. “Don’t bother with it. We’re in the warm house, there’s nothing bad to happen,” you smiled, but you noticed how his facial expression has changed, so you put a papers you were filling aside and got up to approach him. “Steve… What’s wrong?” You put hand on his muscular shoulder. “Are you feeling fine?”

As soon as you touched him you felt, how tensed his muscles were. He was about having another anxiety attack, you good knew this.

“Hey, handsome, come here,” you slipped your palm to his, tangling your fingers together as you pulled him to the couch.

You sat down, so did he. His steel blue eyes found yours, and the only thing you saw in them was sadness. A huge sadness.

“Steve,” your voice was nothing more but a whisper, “It wasn’t your fault. No one could have saved them. No one,” you claimed.

Steve put his face in his hands, he was sobbing slightly. And suddenly he shouted out loudly: “There are days when my head just doesn't work! I try so hard to focus and it's like trying to run through water. My brain fogs up and thoughts go nowhere at all. Sometimes I think its natures anesthesia, anything to numb the pain, to wipe out the trauma. Then there are the times of clarity, sudden moments when I can see every detail and feel every feeling. The trigger can be anything...,” Steve explained quietly, “And I see those faces over and over again. I could have saved them…,” he was breathing hard, he paled on his face.

You lowered your head. Truth was that you also were having very difficult time lately, but you wanted to stay strong, for him.

“At the start I hoped it was a process to wipe out the bad memories, to stop me reliving them to well-meaning askers. Now I know it's not so simple,” Steve added, looking at you. “I don’t know if I will survive all this, Y/N.”

He laid his back down, placing his head on your lap, and you smiled. You started playing with his bangs, gently scratching his nape with other hand.

Steve closed his eyes and purred lazily. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, Y/N,” man declared openly. “I’d be already gone…”

“Shush, Mr Rogers,” you leant down to place a kiss to kiss forehead.

Steve hummed softly and moved a bit, so his lips met yours as he gave the kiss back. “It’s you who makes me calm everytime,” he opened his eyes, looking up at you.

You chuckled a bit and booped his nose with your index finger. “I’ve told you a thousand times – it’s gonna get better. It just takes time to heal. Like a wound,” you tangled your fingers in his bangs, and Steve reached his hand out to caress your cheek.“You know, I like this cold. Cold is good if you are warm inside, just the same as we love ice in the summer time,” he laughed shortly. “Even on the coldest days of winter the sun is bright in the sky, bringing a bit of joy to my heart. Even now, when we can’t go back to the world that we knew before.”

You smiled. “That’s good, Steve. I’m happy you’re getting better,” you said, looking at the fire that was cracking in the fireplace. “We’ll make through it, I promise.”

And it was still snowing outside.

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That’s How I Like You The Most || Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: You’re a member of S.H.I.E.L.D. You constantly have nightmares about Winter Soldier. One night, when no heater is working and you wake up covered in sweat, Steve Rogers is the one to cheer you up.

Warnings: none

Words: 1306

Author: Rouge

A/N: This fic was written for @justsomewritingprompts ‘ s writing challenge. I had: Scenarios: 12. Cold Night, No Heater || Quote: 7. “It’s fucking freezing” || items: 14. Blankets

An ominous boom startled you out of your abysmal nightmare. Your cheeks were wet and body was bathed in a cold sweat. The sheets were twisted around your limbs, probably because you were thrashing in yoursleep. Your heart pounded against your chest. You trembled. The room was entirely dark. No light anywhere. The remnants of your nightmare still clung to your mind, haunting you. You had no trouble imagining Winter Soldier lurking in the murky darkness of your room.

Another flash of lightning illuminated the room in blinding light. You let out a frightened cry and buried the face into your pillow. Even your breaths trembled. You swallowed and once again turned to see the endless darkness of the room.

Second later, the door was opened and familiar voice echoed from its walls.

“Y/N? Are you okay?”

You blinked few times, adjusting your eyes to sudden brightness. You saw Steve peeking into your room, a dismal expression on his face.

“Yes. It was just a nightmare…,” you whispered, rubbing your temples. “I’m sorry, did I wake you up?”

Steve smiled, yet he was pale still. “You were screaming. I got pretty worried about you,” Steve cleared up sadly.

You nodded slightly, wrapping sheets tighter around you. “Bruh, it’s cold again, and Tony promised me to fix my radiator,” you said, looking sadly at Steve. “And now this nightmare, I am done, I can’t rest properly since few days,” your voice was nothing more but a whisper.

Steve tilted his head gently, chucking. “Don’t count on it, Y/N. Tony’s busy, almost always. Heater doesn’t work in my room either. Maybe, if you would like, you could come to me,” Rogers suggested, a little grin crept onto his lips.

You blushed, turning your head aside. “I don’t know if I should…,” you stated softly but your body demonstrated what he needed, you shivered as cold thrill ran along your spine.

Steve chuckled. “Come on, yesterday I received a brand new blanket, we could try it,” he cocked his brow.

You blushed even harder, was Captain America himself trying to hit on you? You nodded but before you got up from your bed, you gave him a glance. “Can you, like, I have to get dressed…,” you grinned at him, “You can wait for me near the lifts,” you suggested, hoping he will obey.

Steve consented, and with a huge smile, he closed the door of your room.

It was when you let a withhold breath out. Captain America. Steve Rogers. You couldn’t wish anything more.

You quickly roamed through your wardrobe to pick black, fitted leggins and white tank top.

Within five minutes you joined him on the corridor, rubbing your shoulders. “Fuck, it’s fucking freezing,” you summed up.

Steve agreed with you as he pressed the button to call an elevator. His steel blue eyes measured your figure, from the bottom to the top, he couldn’t help but smirked at you.

When you both entered  the elevator, he pressed button signed “5”, it was the floor where his chamber was located.

“You look gorgeous, you know, Y/N?,” he askedcasually, his eyes were still on you.

You pressed your back to the wall of the elevator and pretended you were focused on numbers that were changing on the display.

“Thanks,” you said softly, glaring up at him for a second.

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The room was uncomfortably large. The floor was polished concrete, the walls white. There was room in here for dozens of people. It was a perfect place, but cold in its tranquility. The soft jazz was just audible as background noise.

“Wow… Scandinavian furniture… I didn’t expect something like this…,” you covered your mouth with palm, admiring the sight.

“Why not? I am not that old, Y/N, and trust me, I like to surround myself with a good quality,” Rogers whispered right in your ear from behind.

You didn’t even notice when his hands were wrapped around your waist tightly, you only hummed at the unexpected touch of his large palms and muscular chest nuzzling to your back. “Come on, it’s cold here, as I mentioned before my heater isn’t working, too,” Steve said, “Follow me, Y/N. It should be better in bed, I bet the blanket is still warm.”

He grabbed your palm and pulled you to his bed. As soon as you sat on a soft mattress, Steve joined you, wrapping woolen blanket around both of you.

“Mmmm, it’s so soft, and warm,” you purred, leaning your back against Steve’s chest. “Much better. I just hope Tony will finally do something with heating or we will freeze to death.”

You heard him laugh, his voice made your heart skipped a beat. You closed your eyes, trying to warm yourself up.

“Will you tell me about that nightmare, Y/N?,” Steve asked suddenly, his voice sounded gently. You found it so cute of him that he always was trying to figure out your problems. Steve was particularly the only person from the entire team that you got along so well with.

“Winter Soldier,” you responded simply, “I dreamt about him chasing me, again,” you sighed deeply.

“Shush, Y/N,” he said in that strong voice of his, “S.H.I.E.L.D. will find him soon, I guess,” he ensured.

“Maybe, but what will happen if they won’t?,” you turned your head to face him.

“Then I’ll make sure you’re safe, just like the others,” he cupped your face with his palms, rubbing his thumbs against your cheeks, “There’s nothing you should be worry about for now. Everything’s okay, Y/N, trust me.”

You nodded, exhaling a shaky breath. “I do,” you stated, “I always do.”

You nuzzled to his warm body, humming softly under your breath. Oh, he was so warm!

In the darkness of his room your cuddles were felt like a little touch of heaven, warm, together, cozy. You wished you could extend the night just so you could stay close to Steve for longer, safe in his strong embrace. His arms wrapped right around you brought a peace you've never known before, a calming of the storms in your heart, soul, mind. In his embrace you started to believe that there was nothing out there to fear, that all there was, was sunshine, beautiful trees and only good things to happen.

“Steve, can I be honest with you?,” you asked suddenly, opening your eyes and stretching a bit in his arms.

“Yes,” Rogers looked you right in the eye, he was visibly interested.

“Your cuddles are the only medicine I need, they are the light in the darkness, a lone star in an otherwise empty sky. I feel so safe when you’re around.”

You put both hands on his chest, supporting yourself, and you leant to him to place a warm, needy kiss to his beautiful, full lips.

Firstly, you were afraid he will push you away but nothing like this happened. Instead, his muscular arms were wrapped around you and second later, Steve was pulling you as closer as he only could. He deepen the kiss, your tongues were dancing together for a short while before you had to pull to take a breath.

You panted, trying to calm your heartbeat. You looked at Steve and he was only smiling at you, a little blush on his cheeks made him look like an embarrassed teenager. You only smirked at him and put head to his chest, listening to his heart.

Steve pulled the blanket tighter around two of you to make you feel comfortable.

“You’re a good kisser,” he praised with a grin, and you felt like a blush spread against your face.

You grabbed the hem of blanket and pulled it onto your head. “Bye, I’m gonna hide, you’re making me blush, Steve!”

He laughed warmly. “And that’s how I like you the most,” Steve purred.

➼ 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹’𝑺 𝑩𝑰𝑵𝑫 | (17+) 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

theme — mcu zombie au!

pairings — bucky barnes x fem!reader, steve rogers x fem!reader

warnings — graphic gore, language, angst, undead themes, apocalypse (twd inspired zombies), substance abuse, graphic violence, use of weaponry, cannibalism, slight fluff, smut, character deaths, forbidden love, slow burn, inspiration taken from twd universe

summary — the outbreak had happened as quick as the first bite. one, then two, then 1/3 of the population became 2/3’s. before any of the avengers could comprehend this threat, it overcame them with new york’s rising population becoming undead. bucky is your protector, not by choice but by chance he was there just in time to save you. you two flew the compound, leaving the life you knew. leaving your husband to rot. as you two grapple what this new world has become, everything became too much. the world depended on you guys to save them, but how could you save anyone now? and when the blood runs and the nights become colder, who will save you?

This story is best suited for a mature audience, so read at your own discretion.

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PROLOUGE

OUTBREAK DAY

RUN AWAY

LEAVE IT

FIRST GLANCE

THIS IS HOME?

ATHEN

TRIGGER BANG BANG

ASSISTANCE

CAMP HELLFIRE

SINNERS

MAROON SKY

STRAYING

I CAN’T GO ON WITHOUT YOU

GHOST IN THE WIND

A SHINY PEARL

WELCOME HOME

SAVOR THIS

IN THE WOODS SOMEWHERE

RAPTURE

HOW ARE YOU GOING TO BREAK?

SAVE YOURSELF FOR SOMEONE ELSE

SALVATION

EPILOUGE

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