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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.”

Till the End of Time

Pre-serum Steve Rogers x Reader

Rating: T

Warning: A few innuendos and horrible editing! Oh. Also…an unoriginal title. 

Author’s Note: Well, my first story after this long hiatus is finally out. It’s not as good as I hoped it would be but it’s definitely helping me get out of this writer’s block. 

Song Inspiration - Doris Day’s Till the End of Time 

(I understand the year of the song doesn’t match the timeline of the story but I love it! Just imagine it does ;) )

(As always, this is not my gif)

When the gig was offered, no details over the troop you were performing for were revealed. As you looked past the curtain to the crowd of men beyond, it was a welcome surprise when you had immediately caught sight of the blond hair you had fallen in love with. His gaze focused on the floor, he shuffled his feet as he stood at the sidelines. His hands stuffed in his pockets, he didn’t make any notion to watch, let alone enjoy, the show.  Even with the few nudges from the same doctor who hired you that now stood beside him, he simply shook his head, trying to push past and leave the area.

Like you’d let him leave that easily.

With your heels clicking against the wooden stage, a smile spread across your lips as the crowd hollered, obscenities thrown your way amidst the screams. With the deep blue curtain still closed behind you, you carefully held the microphone stand, taking a small breath before starting to sing. Your sweet voice filled the air as you started the familiar tune, the one you had always claimed was for Steve and the one you had officially deemed as your favorite song to preform for that same reason. With the first few words sung, you watched with a smile to see his head immediately snap up, his eyes showing the confusion of your sudden arrival. But above all, you couldn’t help but match the intensity of his grin as the reality of your presence finally kicked in.

Till the end of time

Long as stars are in the blue

Long as there’s a spring, a bird to sing

I’ll go on loving you

With the end of the song, the curtain had finally raised, revealing the real show for the men, the USO girls. With their big smiles and short outfits, they paraded around you as you continued song after song but your eyes stayed focused on Steve. With his own gaze not drifting from you, he kept edging towards the stage, mouthing the words to the songs he had heard countless times before. But as he approached, he was constantly shoved aside, the men starting to swarm the front of the crowd as they tried to get as close as possible to the women whose pictures littered their books and beds. You chuckled, stepping back to avoid grabbing hands as you continued, the band playing somewhere in the corner. Their tempo overwhelmed your senses, letting you wash away with the euphoria of the music and the man standing so close by. Finally reaching the end, you repeated the opening song once more, your big (e/c) eyes batting to the crowd as you sang the last few lines for the show.

So, take my heart in sweet surrender

And tenderly say that I’m

The one you love and live for

Till of the end of time.

With the cheers of the men around you, your quiet thanks were all you offered as you left the stage. While the interaction with them was abrupt, they were easily satisfied with the girls adorned in red, white, and blue as they sat on the edge of the stage. Their legs dangling over, they happily conversed with each man whose legs seemed to buckle at the attention of the women.

But to you, your attention was focused elsewhere, looking for those piercing blue eyes that you had once been staring at. Yet as you reached the spot you once saw them, your confusion only doubled, as your man wasn’t there. With a frown, you spun in a circle, the skirt of your dress twirling around you with each turn you made. About to look further for him, you froze as a crowd started to form around you. With a smile appearing once more on your face, you signed each piece of paper thrown your way, shook hands, and answered as many questions as you could. But as time went by and your hands started to cramp, your eyes constantly looking for an escape, one of the men stood out from the crowd. He stood too close for comfort, the smirk on his face trying, and failing, to be appealing as he towered over your petite form.  

“Mighty fine show darling.” You inwardly cringed as his greasy hands touched your bare shoulder, his meaty fingers trailing down your skin to soon land on your waist. Not wanting him to see your reaction through, you kept your composure as you nodded, the same smile plastered on your face.

“Why thank you soldier. It’s the least I can do for you fine men.”

With your words, he only grew more confident as he leaned forward. His breath seemed to reek of booze as he whispered in your ear, causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand on edge.

“Want to do more for your men in uniform? Why don’t you give me another show? Privately, in my bunk.” With your eyes now wide at his blunt request, you tried to push back only to freeze when you saw Steve once more. With his confused and angry gaze, he quickly locked eyes with you before advancing, only stopping as your hand came out of the man’s embrace to halt him. Calm now with your man’s presence, you took a deep breath as you slowly pulled away. Tucking the strands of your curled hair behind your ear, you soon adorned a smirk that seemed to rival his.

“Sorry darling…” You used the same nickname he had tried with you, mocking him with a raised brow. “You may be in the army but that doesn’t make you a man. I only go for the true heroes.”

With that, you gently tapped his cheek before moving away. As you escaped the circle of men now laughing at your rejected ‘suitor,’ your heels were quickly discarded as you raced towards Steve, throwing your arms around him as soon as you were close enough. Just towering a few inches above you, he held you close, not caring who saw as he tenderly kissed the top of your head. Ignoring the complaints of the men who surrounded them, you lifted your head, sneaking a quick kiss before motioning towards the stage.

“I have a room in the back. Come with me?” You said, your red lips curled into a genuine smile. You watched as he nodded, kissing your forehead before finally pulling away.

“Lead the way love.”

With his hand in yours, you led him away from it all, weaving past the huddles of men as they watched with open mouths as the two of you escaped to a more private setting. Of all the men who they suspected would get that privilege, never had they thought ‘scrawny Steve Rogers’ would be the succeeding man. Not paying them any heed though, you whistled for the music to start, the USO girls’ individual show beginning to assure no future trouble from drunken men, hasty advances, and Steve’s jealous nature. As the door with your name plastered on the flimsy wood soon came into sight, you hastened your pace. The rocks beneath you stung against your bare feet but you didn’t care, too excited for the prospect of seeing your boyfriend after weeks of being away.

With this mindset, you didn’t waste any time as soon as the door closed behind you two. Your arms now wrapped around his waist, you pushed the two of you onto the couch. Moving to straddle his waist, you cradled his face as you finally kissed him. With his hands immediately on your hips, he didn’t hesitate to reciprocate. The passion that lingered between the two of you was evident as the kiss continued, only pulling apart as you both fought to catch your breath. Your head moved to rest upon his shoulder, his hands rubbing your back as the silence lingered. Neither of you minded though. Both happy to be back in each other’s embrace, you let the moment sink in until finally, you lifted your head to take a peak at his happy expression.

His smile stretched across his face as he looked down at you, his blue eyes traveling over every aspect of your complexion as if to reassure himself that you were real. He kept quiet for a little awhile until he smirked, your eyes staying locked on his lips as you resisted just kissing him and leaving the talking until later. But your next show was tomorrow and wanting to savor the little time you had with your boyfriend, you let him speak.

“How are you here?”

“A man named Dr. Erskine asked me to come down. He said that there was a trial going on. I was supposed to be the show to commend the chosen man and satisfy the rest. But the one show turned into more. This just happens to be my first stop on an army tour with the gals.” You didn’t know he would be here. If anything, you had just let your small hopes guide you to the show, hoping you would see Steve. As luck would have it, you did. As you waited for him to say something, the surprised chuckle that simply left his lips gave you enough of a clue to put two and two together.

“You’re the chosen one. For the trial.” He simply nodded, forcing a cause of emotions to bubble within you. You were excited that he was living his dream but terrified of the consequences that would come with it. This internal turmoil left you struggling to find anything else to say.

“W-what does that mean?” You had finally managed to get out that simple sentence, choking on your words. Not bearing to look at him, you focused on your hands as they moved to fidget on your lap. But he wouldn’t have any of it as he tugged on your chin, making you look at him once more.

“I’ll be fine (y/n). I’m coming home to you, remember that. Now…” He paused, tickling your sides, making you laugh despite the tense air that settled in the room. “Let’s forget about it for now. I can’t believe you’re here. Before I went to the show, I was writing you a letter.”

“Read it to me?”

Curled up in his lap, you smiled as he moved to retrieve it from his back pocket. The embarrassed tone Steve had made his voice shaky as he started reading the letter he had meant to send. But you didn’t care about any of it to be honest. Instead, you took comfort in the sound of his voice as he carried on. Your cheek pressed against his chest, you listened to the slightly irregular pattern of his heart. All that mattered was that he was here. He was with you. Despite the short amount of time you had, you savored it; not knowing when would be the next time you’d get this privilege.

Steve never did divulge the information regarding the experiment. You wouldn’t know about how deadly of a risk it was. You wouldn’t know that Steve was beyond nervous to undergo the process in just a few days time. Steve didn’t want to worry you about it. Instead, he would just leave you in a shock when he’d visit you in a few weeks time, stopping at your apartment door with his new body and a ring in his back pocket.

Both of your lives would be changing but for now, you took hold of the present. You focused on the love that was strong between you, not letting it go for anything the war had to offer.

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Flannel

Rating: T

Warnings: Swearing, innuendos, crappy writing and late night editing. 

Author’s Note: It’s been...eight months since my last imagine?! I can’t believe how fast time went by! Due to personal issues, I lost the energy and passion to write during that time. It hurt to not find the motivation to write my own stories but I’m thankful to be here now. I’m ready to write again! Forgive my crappy start back and hopefully, this isn’t as bad as I think it is. 

(GIF not mine as always)

A silent gasp escaped your lips as you saw him walk up to you, a big smile on his face as he looked around the empty room. You were an hour early, as always, and previously thinking it would be that way for a while, shock was the only emotion now plastered on your face.

That and the desire to just pull your husband close and kiss him. Damn that flannel shirt. All red, blue, and…perfect.

Quickly, you snapped out of your thoughts as he loudly coughed to grab your attention once more. With a smirk, he leaned over your chair and slowly, he moved to rest his lips close to yours. His hot breath fanned across your face, making you blush a deep red color, while one hand moved to touch your cheek. 

“Hey gorgeous.”

Despite being married to the man, all you could do was stutter as you worked towards a response. But finding it difficult to do even that, you did the next best thing and set your earlier plan to motion. Quickly, your arms hooked around his neck, pulling him the rest of the way down to kiss him passionately. His chest rumbled with a chuckle as he happily pulled you up out of your chair, bringing you both to his without breaking the kiss that was quickly becoming a little too steamy for a public setting. But your sense of judgment was gone as you weaved your hands through his long hair, pulling it gently as you longed for this moment to last.

Yet it did too soon to your liking and with a pout, you pulled away gasping for air. You moved, resting your forehead against his shoulder, smiling as you felt his body vibrate from the laughter that came from him. He squeezed you tightly, pressing you flush against him as he worked through the chuckles to softly lay kisses down the side of your neck.

“Surprised?” He asked as his hands moved down your back. You groaned in delight.

“Confused.” You mumbled, waiting for your racing heart to settle until you pulled away to look at his happy expression.

“My new agent booked an interview with your company weeks ago. I know you usually handle this sort of things and come on babe, it was too good to pass up. I had to surprise you.”

“You succeeded.” You chuckled. With the bright smile on his face, how could you be anything but happy anyways? Besides, when were you not excited to be with your husband? With a smile that seemed to rival his own, you kissed him quickly before standing and retrieving the sheets of paper that scattered to the floor when Chris picked you up. “So what, I’m supposed to interview you?”

“That is your job.” You shot a glare at Chris leading him to raise his arms in defense. He chuckled while trying again. “Just act like I’m just another guest on your show babe. It’ll be fine.”

You rolled your eyes while setting the papers back on your chair before once more going to sit on Chris’ lap. Snuggled close to your husband, you sighed in content before you nodded to the idea. Honestly, you would have agreed to anything if the promise of Chris’ amazing hugs were part of the package. Your eyes closed and with a deep breath, you indulged in the little moment the two of you shared. But of course, it didn’t last for long as you played with the sleeve of his shirt, groaning as you finally looked up at him.

“I’m pissed too by the way.” You chuckled as the smile on Chris’ face dropped, his eyes quickly searching yours for a clue as to why. But the tension that had already seemed to grow within him faded when he saw that adorable pout he fell in love with, your bright (e/c) eyes trying their best to look sad.

“You promised you wouldn’t wear that shirt anymore outside of the house.”

Chris couldn’t help himself. He laughed, the sound echoing in the room as he moved to squeeze his left boob. His eyes clenched shut, he threw his head back as he let the amusement of what you said, and the memories of your past promise, wash over him. You couldn’t help but chuckle alongside him, remembering when you saw the interview where he showcased the flannel shirt. Halfway across the country, the sight of your husband and how that damn shirt looked on him almost sent you in a panic to buy a ticket and fly out there to meet him.

If he had that effect on you, his wife, how would anyone else think? While jealously wasn’t something you often showed during this relationship, that damn shirt had led to it as you keep staring at Chris on the screen of your phone. Combine that with his signature beard and his overall adorable self, you were certain at that point that the flannel shirt needed to go. Or be for your personal eyes only. If you had to share your man, the least you could take was one shirt away from the public. Something only for you to see on him.

The thought of that shirt lingered in your mind until he came home a few days later. Immediately, he was greeted with a welcome that was far more than a simple kiss and after that, you voiced your thoughts about the flannel. The reaction had been the same as now and with a chuckle, promised you that the shirt would be for you only if you did the same with that (your favorite color) dress that he loved.

“You started it. You wore that damn dress to Sebastian’s party last month in New York.”

“I forgot all my other dresses at home!” You retorted while going back to pouting.

“Still…” Chris was still laughing, moving to wipe his eyes before he looked down at you once more. “I told you that you looked stunning in that dress and I was right. All his single friends kept hitting on you and…damn it (y/n). Call me selfish but I didn’t want anyone else to see how beautiful you looked then. It was for my eyes only.”

“Now you know how I feel when you’re in that fucking flannel.”

“Noted.” Chris chuckled. Finally, he was starting to calm down. His eyes focused on you and his thumb rubbed against your bottom lip as he smiled. “I promise to head home after this. Plus, this is just a voice interview. No one will see me in the shirt. Happy?”

With a grin on your face, you leaned forward. After voicing your approval against his lips, you happily indulged in the small make-out session that happened right after

Please make this a fic! 💕

Mechanic!Steve

gif by @beyondthefold

Pairing: SingleDad/Mechanic!Steve x Reader

Warnings:Fluff, mutual pining, Scott.

“So,” Steve drags the word out, a wide grin stretching his bearded face. Bright blue eyes glimmering with a heady combination of excitement and anticipation. “You think she’ll like it?” 

You tap your finger on your bottom lip and circle the table, eyeing the moving toy with a haughty air.

“Hmm,” you say, not giving anything away. 

“Aw cmon.” Steve bounces on his heels, reaching out to tap the button on its back. The cat’s mouth opens and out comes a stilted but adorable Jamie you’re my best friend. “That’s nice right?”

You shrug one shoulder, muttering a nonchalant huh, I guess, concealing your pride as you study the talking cat. 

Steve’s head drops back. “You’re killing me.” 

The sound of his frustrated groan breaks through your facade and you dissolve into laughter. His eyes snap to your face and he grins, shaking his head. “I knew you liked it.” 

Like it? You love it and you’re blown away. 

The man built a talking cat from scratch, all because he wants to give his daughter the cat she can’t have. Her allergies make it impossible for her to be in a room with a real one for more than five minutes.

So what does Steve do? Call his friends, a few supply shops and figure out how to build one himself. 

You didn’t think you could be more attracted to your boss, but watching him handcraft a toy for his daughter has made you fall for him even more. 

“It’s perfect,” you smile at him, unknowingly rendering the 6’3” mechanic silent for a few seconds. 

Steve’s still not used to how pretty you are. The way your face lights up whenever you’re happy sends him into a tailspin. You’re hypnotizing him and he can’t stop his gaze from dropping to your lips. “Yeah, perfect.”

Its clear he’s no longer referring to the toy. The air leaves your lungs and you can’t find the strength to take a breath in, your concentration, attention, the few brain cells remaining after his voice deepened all of it, centers on your handsome boss inching closer and closer to you, his fingers trailing across the table, stopping near your wrist. His cologne washes over you and your knees threaten to buckle. 

“I uh,” he starts, bending down so slowly you’re think you must be imagining it, but his lips are getting closer and oh god, you can’t take your eyes off them. “I just want to-” 

A sharp knock on his office door sends you flying back, your hands smoothing down your shirt in an attempt to hide your nerves. The door swings open a second later and Scott pops his head in. “Hey boss, I need your help with the McCellan account.” 

“Yeah, yeah I’ll be out in a second.” Steve says, waving him off. 

“I should get back to my desk,” you mumble, stepping back, eyes averting to the ground while heat floods your cheeks.

Steve sees your change in demeanor, his heart sinks. “Wait, we should talk-” 

You keep going, shouldering your way past Scott. “The toy looks great,” you toss back as you rush down the hall. “She’s going to love it.”

“Oh man, can I play with it?” Scott voice rings out, strolling to the table with a smirk on his face.

Steve looks over his head, watching you flee to your desk, a sardonic grin on his lips. “Damn it.”

“Oops.” Scott’s chagrined tone is accompanied by the sound of plastic snapping.

Steve closes his eyes, his head lolling back. “Scott?”

“Yes boss?”

“Get out.” 

“I don’t even blame you. I’d kick me out too,” Scott rambles. “Hey before I go, what are the chances that the new girl will give me her number?”

Jealousy sweeps across Steve so fast and suddenly he almost chokes on it. He turns, eyes narrowing.

“Yep, I’m going.” Scott laughs, patting Steve on the arm on his way out. “And I knew it.”

Before Steve can ask what he means by that, the door shuts in his face.

Steve looks over at the cat, his tail in two pieces by his back paw and sighs.

He was so close to finding out if your lips are as soft as they are in his dreams.

At least putting Jamie’s gift back together will keep his mind off of you. For a few minutes anyway.

That was just perfection 😍

In Your Dreams (Steve Rogers)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: When someone starts dreaming about someone they haven’t met before, that means that the universe found their soulmate. These dreams feel real because subconsciously they are out of body experiences that leads them to their soulmate. Steve thought he had found his before, but the universe has a different plan for him. No one ever dreams twice until him.

Warnings: Just a lot of fluff. Soulmate AU.

Word Count: 914

Author’s Note: I was inspired by a photo of tulip fields, so I just wrote something based off of it. I might make this soulmate alternate universe into a series, but with different characters because I think this idea is really cute to do small drabbles and whatnot. Let me know what you think! <3

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Memory Loss [1]: Found

Series Title:  Memory Loss

Chapter Title: Found

Author:  Mimi @captain-rogers-beard

Summary:  You find Captain America unconscious deep in the mountains. Despite your need to hide from the world and all the craziness that helping a superhero could bring into your life, you take him back to your cabin, tend to his wounds, and wait for him to regain consciousness. Because once he does, he can go back to his life and you can go back to yours. Right?

Characters:  Steve Rogers, Female Reader

Square Filled:  Steve’s Helmet

Word Count:  1530

Warnings:  canon typical injuries, mentions of blood, blood loss, 

Author’s Notes:  Written for @star-spangled-bingo​ and SSB 2020. This will be a series. The idea for this came from my friend @ackeviddlestan​.

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Memory Loss [2]

Series Title:  Memory Loss [2]

Chapter Title:  Lost

Author:  Mimi @captain-rogers-beard

Summary:  Steve discovers a lot of things have changed. 

Memory Loss Masterlist

Characters:  Steve Rogers, Female Reader, Bucky Barnes (mentioned)

Square Filled:  Steve’s List

Word Count:  1585

Warnings:  angst, memory loss, mentions of wounds, some language

Author’s Notes:  Written for @star-spangled-bingo​​ and SSB 2020

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Memory Loss [3]

Series Title:  Memory Loss [3]

Chapter Title: Funny How Things Work Out

Author:  Mimi @captain-rogers-beard​

Summary:  You try to figure out what you’re going to do with Captain Steve Rogers. Steve’s memories appear to be returning.

Memory Loss Masterlist

Characters:  Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Square Filled:  Snuggling in Bed

Word Count:  1527

Warnings:  angst, lost memories, 

Author’s Notes:  Written for @star-spangled-bingo​​ and SSB 2020.

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Memory Loss [4]: Not Yet

Series Title:  Memory Loss [4]

Chapter Title:  Not Yet

Author:  Mimi @captain-rogers-beard

Summary:  Steve’s memories are coming back faster than he can process them.

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Characters:  Steve Rogers x female reader (eventual)

Square Filled:  Hologram

Word Count:  1828

Warnings:  Slight angst, angry Steve

Author’s Notes:  Written for @star-spangled-bingo​ and SSB 2020. #SSB2020

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Memory Loss [5]: Questions Asked and Answered

Title:  Memory Loss [5]: Questions Asked and Answered

Author:  Mimi @captain-rogers-beard

Summary:  You explain to Steve why you don’t want anyone to find you.

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Characters:  Steve Rogers x female reader

Square Filled:  Free Square

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Warnings:  angst, talk of a marriage gone bad, 

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The Assistant || Steve Rogers x Reader smut

Summary: You’re an assistant of Tony Stark and you happen to have a crush on Steve Rogers. One evening, when Steve asks you to prepare some documents for him, you’re more than happy to do this. And after you bring files to him, your relationship goes onto another level.

Warnings: Smut

Words: 2175

Author: Rouge

A/N: this smutty oneshot was written for @bloggingfromherbed and her writing challenge. My prompt was: “impressive collection you got there.”

The night rolled over bringing a threat of a storm. Light was covered by the rapidly falling night. The bright blue sky transformed into an ocean of blackness. Shimmering stars illuminated the moonless, jet black sky, as if to remind us that even in darkness there is still light. The air was still and heavy, thick clouds covered half sky.

You were walking down the street, tightly wrapping your coat around yourself. Night was pretty cold and because of your tiredness, you were feeling the coldness twice as hard than normally.

Being an assistant of Tony Stark himself was a hard task to deal with. There were days the tiredness was coming in both forms, physical and mental. Your body needed to rest yet your mind needed it to move, to burn the anxiety right out. But at the same time, you were truly happy. You had an unique occasion to meet all the world’s mightiest heroes. Including HIM…

The single though of Steve Rogers made your heart skipped a beat and you couldn’t help but smile. Yes. He was owning your mind and heart, yet he didn’t know about this little fact.

But this was the night when everything was about to change. Few days before, Steve asked you to prepare some documents for him. Obviously, you had agreed on this idea. And then, in that stormy, cold night, you were heading to Avengers Tower to meet with the man of your dreams.

Your arrival had not escaped the attention of rest of the team.

“Y/N! What are ya doing here, it’s after your working hours,” Tony said as he opened the door after your knocking.

You nodded politely trying to hide the blush that started to appearing on your cheeks. “Yes, I know, Mr Stark but…”

“She’s my guest. Let her in.” Tony turned around in disbelief when he heard deep voice behind his back. It was no one else but Steve, tall man was leaning casually against the nearest wall, little smile appeared on his lips as his eyes met yours.

You blushed even harder, turning your head in attempt to hide the redness on your cheeks.

Tony rolled his eyes but he stepped aside, making the space for you to enter. So you did, taking the coat off and hanging it onto a hanger in the corridor.

Steve threw a mean glare at Tony before he approached you. “So, follow me, Y/N,” he said softly smirking at you.

You nodded, you turned around to thank Tony once again, then you followed Steve at the upper floor.

Rogers took you straight at his floor. What got your attention were pictures that were hanging at walls along the corridor. On all of them, Steve was with Bucky Barnes. You couldn’t stop yourself from grinning while looking at them. “Impressive collection you got there.” you admitted warmly. “I know you and Buck are close even now but I wasn’t expecting all these photographs…” You looked at Steve as you stopped in front of the picture on which both Steve and Bucky were wearing uniforms, they looked pretty young, both were smiling straight to the camera.

Steve stand next to you, sighing. “It was when we believed that we can change fate of the world,” he explained shortly.

You blinked as you looked at him. “And look. You did!”

Steve giggled as he grabbed you by your hand. “Okay, you have right. But now, c’mon,” he looked you in the eye and led you to his room.

You couldn’t shake the feeling that your legs were getting weaker and weaker with every touch of his.

As you both got to his chamber, you opened your eyes widely. The walls were cream, but not like the stuff you pour in the coffee, there was a hue of beach sand there. The floor was a dark walnut but not the laminate. Everything was functional. The mantle was where he put his keys and garage door opener. On the coffee table was a wrench set and a new set of wheels for a longboard. Under the small eating table was a pack of beer. He got few more photos of him and Bucky and team on the walls. Bed was not too big, looking like a snow drift, so white and feathery and high was it; one window curtained with a square of starched white cotton cloth.

He turned, smiling shyly, not a look you've seen on his face before. You couldn’t help but smile back. “I don’t bring people back here often…” Steve almost whispered.

You smiled at him, looking around. It was nice there and you felt pretty comfortable.

“Please, take a sit!” He offered as he smiled at you and you slowly took a place at the edge of his bed, thanking him quietly. You opened your bag and pulled a red folder out of it. “Here, I’ve prepared everything you’ve been asking for,” you said calmly, handing him the documents.

Steve nodded as he took it into his hand, he went to sit at the table where he opened the folder to roam through papers. “You’re awesome, y’know?” He asked, his steel blue eyes met your again as he looked at you above the documents. “I don’t know how can I repay you.”

“Oh, it’s nothing actually!” You waved your hand with a soft smirk. “It’s my job.”

He closed the folder and left it at the table. He got up and within a second was standing in front of you, towering over you and you only let out a quiet whimper, your eyes measuring his figure from the bottom to the top. You also got up to reduce the distance between both of you.

You parted your lips in an attend to say something but Steve was faster. He leaned down to you, cupping your face with his large hands and crushing his rough lips on yours. The only thing you could do by then was to hum softly into the kiss. You dared to put your hands on his hips as you gave the kiss back.

Within a second you pulled away, turning your head aside. “Steven… It’s inappropriate…” You mumbled quietly but deep inside you cursed your own behavior. The truth was you were craving him since the day you met him for the first time.

“Shhh,” Steve hushed, brushing his thumb against your cheek. “It’s okay. I fell for you long months ago. I crave you as hell.”

His sincere confession made you heart exploded with an unknown emotions; happiness were intertwined with distress, love with desire. It was when you stopped hesitating and last pieces of your uncertainty have vanished.

Steve wrapped his muscular arms around your waist, pulling you closer as he was kissing you passionately.

You stood right in front of him. Your nipples got hard. You reached down and grabbed his cock through his pants,  jerking it. You softly kissed his lips. You were right in his face, jerking him off, in his pants. Steve let out a deep grunt, his mouth were parted as he was looking down at you. “Mmmm, you already drive me crazy, Y/N,” Steve admitted, running his tongue over his dry lips.

You looked down at his cock, in his pants, and noticed it was quickly getting bigger. " I'll take good care of it for you." You whispered softly as you jerked him faster, licking your luscious  lips at him. Steve just barely groaned, squeezing your hips hardly, making sure to leave marks there. "Oh, thank you baby. I won't punch you... unless you like the rough stuff. No, I have something fun in mind... And it will definitely make you feel real nice baby. She smiled at him and patted bed beside you. "Come here, handsome.” You said in your sexiest voice, blowing him a kiss. Steve smiled as he unbuttoned his shirt, taking it off and tossing it aside. He took place by your side and brushed his hand over your thigh, you moaned quietly.

Steve’s cock was hard and tenting his pants. You good knew it was bigger than any other you’ve seen before, so you felt like your pussy got wetter.

Steve’s hand moved up your thigh, making its way under pencil skirt you were wearing and you sighed softly in anticipation for what was about to come. You slowly unbuttoned your shirt, exposing your black, lacy bra to him. His hand moved to your back where he undid it, pulling straps down your arms, completely taking off the bra.

You moaned loudly as he closed his mouth on your hard nipple, swirling his tongue around it, his eyes on you as you slowly laid your back down on the mattress. Steve turned you a bit to unzip your skirt, then he simply tugged it down your legs, he did same with your lacy panties. Meantime, Steve unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock.

You looked over his impressive cock and smiled. You reached over and stroked him. Steve moaned loudly. You saw his precum leaking out of his cock and you rubbed it with your thumb. "Mmm, I already love this cock of yours, Steven. Have you jerked it while you thought about me?" You asked openly, a wry smile on your lips as you were still stroking Steve’s thick cock, while he was slowly rubbing your soaking wet pussy. "Yes, I did actually, Y/N.” Steve said, smirking at you.

You blushed even harder. You couldn't believe that he, Captain America himself, was doing such a things to himself while thinking of you. But it made you feel special. It meant that he was really into you…

"I wanna suck this cock in a minute, though.” You whispered as your hand traveled to his on your pussy. You pressed his hand more to your folds, moaning quietly as Steve got the reference, slipping his two fingers inside of your wet pussy. “Shit… Yes, just like this…” You whispered softly, your eyes on his. After a while, when he pulled his fingers out of you, you hummed sadly at the emptiness but moved up a bit, pushing him onto his bed. You tugged his jeans off and leaned down, licking a trail from his muscular chest down to his cock. You sucked him deep and fast, jerking his thick shaft, moaning around his cock. You looked up at Steve and smiled around his thick cock as you noticed how relaxed he was; eyes shut, mouth half opened, little blush on his bearded cheeks. You sucked him faster, massaging his balls. Your mouth suctioned up on his shaft, popping his head out of your mouth and immediately sucking it back in.

Steve groaned and held your head as he bucked his hips into your mouth. Youdeep-throated his cock and Rogers grunted loudly. He shot his load in your mouth and you sucked down every drop, moaning loudly as you did. “Shit, Y/N…” Steve grunted loudly, licking his lips as he was looking down at you.

You slowly straddled his lap, Steve grabbed his again hard cock and ran the tip along your folds before pushing it in. You moaned his name and started to slowly riding him.Steve’s hands were placed on your hips, he squeezed them tightly, moaning your name, his eyes were on your face as he bucked his hips into you slowly. “Yes, just like this… You look beautiful on top of me, y’know?” Steve grunted, brushing his hands over your curves.

You nodded, increasing your pace, you let him squeeze your breasts tightly.

“If you’ll keep this pace, I’m gonna cum quickly…” Steve gasped, rocking his hips into you. He was slipping his shaft deeply in your pussy and you rolled head back.

“I’m gonna cum too, Steve!” You moaned his name and bucked your hips harder, moving them back and forth. When you felt how your pussy clenched around his thick cock, you screamed his name in pure bliss, triggering his release at the same time.

Steve growled loudly, he spanked your butt as his hips stuttered, he shot his load deep into your pussy, filling you up completely.

You laid on top of his chest, gasping for air. Steve was stroking over your curves, praising you with the most sublime words you could ever hear.

You were standing in front of the building, your coat wrapped tightly around your figure. Steve was standing next to you, having his muscular arm wrapped around your waist.

“Thank you for this evening,” he whispered softly, brushing his bearded cheek against your neck.

You smirked at him, caressing his nape. “It was all my pleasure.”

Steve kissed you deeply and you hummed.

After that, you turned around and walked slowly down the street, feeling his eyes on you until you  turned around the corner of another building. You were truly happy. You felt the bright future was ahead of you.

Barista || Steve Rogers x Reader Fluff

Summary: Reader works in the café as a barista. During one of her shifts she meets Steve Rogers himself. A certain sympathy develops between them.

Warnings: None

Words: 1465

Author: Rouge

A/N: This story was written for @somethingtoavenge writing challenge. Congratulations on 1K!

It's been half a year since you were working in the café as a barista. You enjoyed your work and workplace. You even made friends with other girl, Hannah, which was working at the same shift as you.

She was always nice and kind towards you and heard you out many times when you were having problems of any kind.

 It was another night shift, this time on Saturday, and you were cleaning your workplace, setting cups into cabinets, washing a coffee machine.

 You had to take additional hours, bills were overwhelming you and truth was you needed some extra money.

The bell hanging next to door rang informing you that a new customer stepped in.

 "How can I help you?," you asked sweetly polishing one of the cups, not even looking at the newcomer.

 "Black coffee, please," strong, manly voice answered and it was when you raised eyes on the customer.

 How huge was your disbelief when you saw Steve Rogers himself leaning elbows against the counter top.

His blue eyes were watching you carefully, his brow was cocked a little and head tilted aside.

 "Uhm..," you couldn't form any sentence and suddenly you felt a strong poke aimed right into your left side.

 It's no one else but Hannah, who came to help you.

 "For here or to go?," she asked with a little smile, awaiting for his answer.

 You shifted aside to make her a room around the coffee machine.

 "To go," he answered simply but sent her a little smile. He looked over you and smiled again.

 You felt a blush hitting your cheeks so you smiled back messily and turned around to put cups into the cabinet.

 Hannah prepared his order quickly and handled the covered cup to him.

Rogers paid and walked out of the shop.

 "Fuck," you whispered, massaging your temple. "I froze. I didn't know what to do, I never knew someone like him would visit us," you explained yourself briefly.

 Hannah came to you and stroked your shoulder. "Don't worry. He comes here every weekend to grab a coffee, sometimes with muffin," said she. "You never met him here before probably because you were working only during the week."

 You nodded. "I feel so stupid!"

  She laughed at your words. "Don't worry. He's Captain America after all. The greatest hero. It's okay to be surprised."

Hannah was right.

 You met Rogers again one week later, also during Saturday's evening shift.

 This time you were aware of his presence since the moment the bell rang.

 Steve came to the counter and took a seat at hooker staying in front of it.

 "Hi," you whispered hesitantly. "Black coffee? To go?," you asked quietly.

 Steve nodded, smiling a little. "Yes, please. I see that you remember."

 You smiled back and in the silence prepared his order.

 "I haven't seen you here before," Steve said out of sudden. "How long do you work here?"

 "Uhm, six months now," you stated. "I study as well and you know, every coin is important," you added quickly.

 Steve smiled at you. "I understand perfectly."

 "I'm sorry for the last awkwardness," you rubbed the back of your head. "I was just surprised..."

 "Don't need to be worried about it," Steve said as he got up from the high chair. "It's a human thing to be caught off guard sometimes."

 When he left you sat on your chair and slipped hands under chin, sighing loudly.

  Hannah came to you and handled you a mug of coffee. "You could live a hundred lifetimes and never deserve that boy," she said. "I know the way you look at him, Y/N. Forget it. He'll never look at someone like you nor me."

For the next few weeks you were always meeting Steve on weekend shifts and your conversations evolved in that time.

 You were always happy to see him entering café with that disarming smile of his.

 And then Thanos happened...

 Half of living creatures were wiped off the world. It was very sad and bad days, yet you and Hannah survived the snap. To not lose senses from sadness and grief, you both decided to continue leading the café.

There were only a few clients per day, but it cheered you and Hannah up. Even the shortest talk with other human being was priceless.

That evening he came in as every previous weekend.

But this time he ordered two coffees to go.

 "Oh, so you meet with someone? A friend or someone else?," you teased him a little, preparing cups and covers.

 "Actually yes, I am."

 "May I ask with who?," you asked sweetly.

 "Someone who has turned out to be a good friend of mine. Who heard me out many times. Who have given me a shoulder I could lean on."

 You nodded head and put two covered cups on the counter. "Here, your order is ready. Be careful. Hot," you smiled.

 Steve grabbed cups and turned around to walk off the shop but stopped at the door. "What are you waiting for?," Steve asked, looking at you above his shoulder.

 You blinked. "M... Me? You meant ME?"

 "Yes," Steve replied. He offered you his shoulder. "Shall we?"

 "I...," you blushed and coughed. "I have shift.. I.."

 "Don't worry, Y/N."

You looked around to see Hannah leaning casually against the door to the back of the café.

 "May I...?," you asked hesitantly.

 "Of course," she nodded happily. "Go. Just be careful!"

 Steve giggled loudly. "Don't you worry, I'll lead her back home."

You walked at Hudson river. You took a seat at one of the benches at the promenade and watched the rising moon on the sky. Few stars were peering through the clouds.

 That early night was brisk, easterly wind blow gently ruffling your hair.

 "Thank you, that's so kind of you," you said, taking a sip from your cup. Coffee tasted delicious.

 "Thanks goes to you, Y/N," Steve said after taking a deep breath. "You know, everything's changed and I still didn't get over it."

 "I understand, neither did I," you replied softly and quietly. "It was so sudden... And it has left a huge pain in everyone."

 "Yeah," Steve nodded. "I try to do whatever it takes to... I don't even know. I'd gladly turn back time."

 "Hey," you turned to him and put a hand to his shoulder. "It wasn't your fault. We talked about it. No one could have stopped him."

 "I could have tried harder," Steve grunted and sipped onto his coffee. He slipped a hand into his bangs, pulling it up. "I wish I could do something. It's not right. There has to be something I can do."

 He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you closer so you were leaning head against his wife chest and he rested his chin over top of your head.

 "Don't worry. I believe you'll figure out what to do. You ain't alone in this. I'll support you, whatever you'll decide. I know I'm just an ordinary person but I can help, I'm hard working."

 Steve giggled and slipped two of his long fingers beneath your chin, forcing you to raise your head and look into his eyes.

"I know. Thank you for being so good to me. If not you, I don't know what I would do," he stated.

 He looked into your eyes. His blue eyes sparkled from moon's light that went finally through clouds. Steve leant down to you and his lips were pressed to yours in a soft kiss.

You blinked but gave kiss back, you closed your eyes and touched his bearded cheek.

 "Uhm...," you whispered in shock. "Oh... I... Wow...," you blushed hardly and immediately slipped head under his shoulder to hide it from his eyes.

 Steve smiled and stroked your back. "So as I see, not only I was hesitating before doing it," he joked briefly.

 You nodded your head and turned to him. "Yes," it was nothing but a soft whisper. "It was so nice," you couldn't find proper words to describe how were you feeling.

 "Maybe I can ask you for a dinner tomorrow, Y/N? What do you think?," Steve asked openly.

 You nodded eagerly. "It will be a pleasure to me! I just hope that Hannah will give me a few hours off."

 Steve got up from the bench and waited politely for you to join him. As you did, he wrapped an arm around your waist.

 "So. I'll lead you back home now, as I promised to your friend," Steve said. "It's a nice meeting. Thank you for this."

 You smiled and nuzzled to his chest. "I'll do whatever it takes to make you smile, Steve. Always."

I need to be destroyed by Steve and Bucky at the same time. I need Steve to degrade me and smack my ass as he fucks me from behind while I choke on buckys cock, pulling whines and whimpers from him. I need them both in me at once fucking me sensless. Steve growling about how much of a slut I am for taking two super soldiers. Bucky losing his mind at the feel of his wet dick against Steve’s while my pussy soaks them more.

Anyways. It’s horny hour could you tell?