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The Price of Freedom Masterlist

Mobster!Steve Rogers x Mobster!Reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: You have been a weapon to the Russian Mafia for as long as you could remember. You were feared among the whole world but the Council killed your sister for betraying and breaking rules. Now, you want revenge and you want out of this world. Can Steve Rogers, the king of Brooklyn, help you escape?

Warnings: violence, fluff, angst, smut [18+], mentions of blood and torture, character deaths

Author’s Note: So I reread the past demon in the spoke and I honestly don’t like it. So! I’m redoing it! I really like this idea of trying to escape and they end up falling in love and so they escape together. Also, the reader is kinda based on John Wick… just female. 

*Indicates smut

chapter one: steve rogers 

chapter two: sam wilson

chapter three: natasha romanoff*

chapter four: t’challa and shuri 

chapter five: bucky barnes 

chapter six: bruce banner and scott lang

chapter seven: nick fury

chapter eight: thor

chapter nine: carol danvers

chapter ten: tony stark and peter parker

chapter eleven: home sweet home

Stay With Me (Steve Rogers X F!Reader)

First post ever! I wrote this for my friend on Instagram, and I wanted to share it here! I hope you enjoy and any feedback/comments are appreciated!

Words: 1.2k

Warnings: descriptive injury, blood, vomit, hospitals, language (possibly?)

Steve x Reader ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Pain. All you could feel was pain. Not just some mild cramping like you usually get during missions, but hot, searing pain. Your entire body felt like it was on fire; your head throbbing as if it was getting ready to explode. 

Just as you were about to drift off into what felt like an endless void, you heard something. It almost sounded like.....gun fire? Some shouting? Maybe some explosions? What was going on? Why couldn't the world just let you fade deep into the weightlessness of the void?

Groaning, you attempted to blink away the nausea and fatigue, sitting up to get a look at your surroundings. There were trees all around you; their leaves covered in a thick layer of heavy snow. 

Snow....that explains the extreme cold beneath you, along with the softness you felt on what usually is rock hard ground. The sun was bright and beating down on you, much too bright for the liking of your pulsing headache. 

It was all too much, you leaned over on your knees and threw up, the foul taste of stomach acid coating your mouth afterwards. Not wanting to look at the mess you made, you covered it up with snow and continued to look around. You saw your teammates, but they all seemed busy fighting your enemy. 

That's right, you remembered what you were there for; Hydra had files on the Red Room, so Tony and Natasha organized this mission to get them. However, things went south pretty quickly as Hydra had been expecting you and the other Avengers. You looked around for someone, anyone who could help you get back to the Quinjet; you knew you were in no condition to fight any further. 

"....hello? Guys, I need...." you paused, holding your breath so you didn't release anymore bile, "I need help. My head..." 

Nobody picked up on comms, the line was dead. Cursing under your breath, you squinted your eyes and saw a figure in the distance fighting off about three foes. It seemed like they were losing. Badly. With further inspection, you saw it was Steve, your captain and your boyfriend. 

"Shit...." you had two options: you could either sit there and wait for someone to find you, or you could go and help Steve, and then he could help you get back to the Quinjet so Helen could nurse your condition. 

You chose the latter and slowly stood up, limping your way over to your captain, drawing your knives. The foes didn't see you coming, so you quickly stabbed one from behind, hitting them in the spine. They screamed as they went down, making the other two focus on you rather than Steven. 

You huffed as you took on one while the blond handled the other. As you were so focused on your fight, you failed to pay attention to your surroundings. Steve had taken down his opponent but quickly noticed a fourth Hydra agent closing in behind you.

"(Y/N)!" he shouted, pushing you out of the way and taking the hit for you; the bullet penetrated his stomach, making him fall to the ground. 

Out of rage, you quickly finished off your original enemy before knocking out the man who shot Steve. 

When that was done, you allowed the panic to settle in and you rushed over to the blond, "Steve! Oh my god...." you breathed out, your blood running cold at the sight of blood spreading along his suit, staining it a deep red. 

He coughed and tried to send you a reassuring smile, but it came out as a wince. Quickly, you dropped to your knees and placed pressure on the wound, letting out a quiet sob at the whimper he released. 

"I know, Stevie. I know it hurts....SOMEBODY! STEVE'S DOWN! PLEASE!" you began crying out for one of your teammates to hear you. 

More coughs escaped his lips, some blood following, "(Y/N)…sweetheart...." he wheezed out, his deep, blue eyes locking on to your bloodshot ones, "it's okay." 

Aggressively, you shook your head, pressing more pressure into his stomach; an action that made the Captain America cry out in pain, tears falling down his cheeks. 

"Why?! Steven why...." you cried, your head rapidly looking around for anybody who could help you. 

Mustering all his strength, he reached a shaking, bloody hand towards your face, cupping your cheek gently. 

"I promised..." he gasped for breath, making your eyes widen, "...that I would protect you. And I intend to keep that damn promise." 

You shook your head, "not like this! This isn't protecting me!" you scolded, wincing as your arms began to cramp from keeping pressure on his stomach. 

You made the mistake of looking down, seeing his thick and sticky blood coating your hands, the thought making you want to throw up again; your own injuries were nothing but a distant memory as you focused on keeping the man in front of you alive. 

As the moments passed, his breathing became heavier and more labored, coming out in slow pants and his eyes began to flutter closed, then open lazily every few moments. 

"Hey....hey!" you quickly removed one hand to lightly smack his cheek, smearing his blood over his skin, "keep your eyes open, soldier. That's an order." 

He chucked breathlessly, ending in a cough, "look at my pretty girl...giving the orders now..." 

Just as you were about to give up, you heard footsteps coming from behind you, making you cry out in joy, "Stevie, hang in there a little longer! Someone's coming!" 

His eyes refused to open, his breathing becoming faint and shallow. "(Y/N) (M/N) (L/N)....I love....." he coughed, blood pouring from his mouth, "I love you..." 

Just like that, you couldn't hear his breathing anymore, "Steve?" 

You shook him a little, getting no response, "Steven! Wake up! Don't you dare leave me! Not now! STEVEN!" 

Nothing. No response. Your chest heaved as you sobbed, clinging to his seemingly lifeless form...… 

Lights. Bright, white, hot lights. Throbbing. A terrible pain in his head. A weird burning sensation in his stomach; every time he shifted slightly he felt like his insides were being torn apart. Squinting, Steve slowly opened his eyes, assessing his situation. 

He asked himself if he was dead, he couldn't tell. But....then he heard it. The damned beeping sound of the heart monitor. As annoying as he found them, he was glad to hear it; it meant he was still alive and kicking. 

Out of the corner of his eyes, he spotted you fast asleep in an uncomfortable plastic chair, your hand securely locked around his. He smiled weakly, squeezing your hand in his. 

The subtle gesture suddenly jolted you awake, your eyes filling to the brim as you saw him awake and smiling, "....Stevie?" 

His grin seemed to grow tenfold. 

Despite all the pain he felt, despite the feeling of his throat being ripped apart, and even despite the fact that he felt like he wanted to sleep for the next five years, he breathed out what seemed to be the most soothing words in existence, "it's going to take more than a bullet to keep me from my best girl."

just thought i’d share this masterpiece with everyone

METHOD ACTING MASTERLIST

18+

frat!steve au.

series status: ongoing

series summary: frat!steve and y/n are close friends, but the lines are starting to blur. if that isn't confusing enough, enter beryl; a girl who's hell-bent on making steve rogers hers, no matter what it takes.

series warning: frat!steve x fem!reader, frat!bucky x reader (platonic), frat!sam x reader (platonic), fluff, angst, smut, mature themes.

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Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5