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hey there!! i was wondering if icould request a marvel matchup? Preferably with a guy if possible!

my name is dee, my pronouns are she/her. I am a taurus sun, gem moon, and scorpio rising and im an entp (debater).

Appearance wise: Im pretty short at 5”1, i naturally have medium length brown hair but right now with blonde undersides (narcissa malfoy style because im basic) but im always messing around with it and bleaching/dying it. I have hazel eyes that change colour a lot and i wear glasses sadly. im pretty pale, and i would say im pretty slim but my chest is on the bigger side lol. I change up the way i dress all the time, but right now im definitley into the more fairycore slightly grunge vibe.

Personality wise: before you get to know me people usually say that i come across as a little intimidating which i think is hilarious. I reckon its because im very opinionated and when i get the occassional burst of confidence around new people im not afraid to voice those opinions. Im def that person that beings up politics at a party :/. When you get to know me i would say im witty and kind. I can be sarcastic and i like to think im funny haha. Im also a pretty intelligent person, i love learning constantly and have to have my brain stimulated all the time (ravenclaw vibes) or i get so bored so easily. contrastingly, i am the wORST procrastinator. I always end up doing ok though when i just write essays like 2 hours before theyre due. I work well under pressure i guess. i love to read (especially classics and romance). Im a hopeless romantic for sure but i keep tht lowkey hidden because i dont like to be vulnerable around people. I have lowkey anger issues and lash out bc i never learnt how to process emotions lol. I have depression and ADHD (super fun combo there) but i always just make jokes about it because i hate feeling bad. I love to act and LOVE to sing, im on a musical theatre course right now. I also do love messing around with makeup and i love any excuse to dress up all glam and sexy.

Im not sure what else to include really. I hope this is okay! Thank you so so much <3

Hello, thanks for requesting! I also really love reading classics, right now I'm in the middle of Dickens' Bleak house, and I'm loving it! I match you with:

This golden retriever of a man would love how talkative you are during your "occassional bursts of confidence". You can very easily hold your own in an argument, proving your points with cold logic and Stevie is infatuated.

Tbh he is the person that would bring up politics at parties too, not because of love for the topic, but because he is kinda awkward, lket's be honest. However, in you, he finds the perfect partner to discuss everything and anything about the modern world.

You can back up your opinions with logic and knowledge, he can back up his with years o experience from the past, so it makes for very interesting conversations.

It's safe to say that Steve loves both your wit and your kindness. Kindness is something he himself values a lot, the wit is just a bonus. You remind him of Bucky in that way, his best friend was also pretty witty and smooth when he wanted to be, so of course he'd love to have that trait in his partner too.

Although sarcasm isn't Steve's first choice humor wise, he appreciates a good sarcastic joke. And when he, in extreme situation mind you, resorts to using sarcasm, you can be sure he'll absolutely rip the person he's talking to to shreds.

Steve loves learning about this new world he's been thrown into as well, so you too have so many date ideas, you don't have to be worried. Museums, art galleries, theatres, fun fairs, libraries and book stores, you name it, he probably agrees to it.

Whenever you procrastinate, Captain America kind of flares up in Steve and he'll help you do the stuff you need to. He gets that it's not really your fault, since you have ADHD and depression and procrastination is a symptom of both of those illnesses, but he tries his best to help however he can. Both to get you to do the thing and help you with the thing you need to get done.

He's so proud of you whenever you succeed in anything, be it a good grade on your essay or something like that. He always takes you out as a celebration, like to get ice cream or to the park.

He tries to help you with your mental state as well, obviously. If you need to talk to him about your feelings, because they're confusing for you, he'll sit there as long as you need. If you yell at him without thinking first, he takes it, as long as you apologize later. He understands, on a deeper level too. Being a soldier, a super soldier none the less, and America's Golden boy, it puts pressure on a person and it comes with loads of baggage. Just be there for him when he needs it too and he's happy to help.

You don't have to worry about being vulnerable around Stevie, he can be twice the romantic for the both of you. Anything cheesy you can think of, he's probably done at some point. A dinner by candle light, stargazing, chocolates and a teddy bear for valentine's day, he's thought of it all. He's so classy about it too, it's really charming.

He'll support you in any hobby you choose. He'll go to all your place, even sets yoiu up with movie producers (thank Tony for that) if you want, he's really perfect. After any of your plays, he'll wait for you by the entrance to the theatre/cinema with a bouquet of flowers and tell you how wonderful you were.

Leave Me Be ( Former Steve Rogers x Reader ; Bucky x reader)

Hello people of Tumblr ! I’m Hazel and i’ve been a tumblr user for quite awhile, but i’ve decide to give it a try and post some content. I’ve always love letting my imaginations run wild and then pour them into stories. If not these imaginations can sometimes shift into noises. So this is my first original post and my story. i hope you enjoy and love my idea as much as i do. However, you don’t have to be mean if you don’t like. If you like this story and want me to continue, please please please don’t be shy and feel free to reach out to me because i love connecting with those who enjoy and share the same idea/ content as i do. I was planning on turning this story into many chapters and post them on Wattpad. 

The reason i poured this idea into story is because as silly as it sounds i haven’t been able to move on from Avengers: End Game since Captain America: The Winter Soldier. I love Steve Rogers, I felt in love with him since Captain America : The First Avenger so when i watched End Game in theatre, i was utterly emotional when Steve didn’t come back, and i had to restrain myself from crying. Crying because why threw his friendship and team under the bus just to save his best friend but then eventually left him and also happy that he’d finally get his own happily ever after that he’d been yearning for. 

So i decided what if during those years when Steve lived in the present days, he had a long term relationship but left her because of the fairytale he had always wanted. I know i made it sounds like Steve is very selfish but i’m trying to work with the original story line. I mean where’s the fun in changing the story aight? And also this bish right here is a sucker for hopeless romantic and angsty angst. So if you are like me, i welcome you with open arms :) Personally, i think this is a more realistic reaction towards the situation and i tried to put myself in her shoes and imagine how i’d react when someone i trust with all my heart for so many years leave me just like that. PLEASE DON’T BE MEAN IF YOU DON’T LIKE THIS. 

UPDATE : Chapter 2 has finally been released. XOXO, Hazel. 

Disclaimer: Very angst ( for the author, but maybe not for y’all readers out there); horrible grammatical error. English is definitely not my first language

Characters: Former Stever Rogers x Reader ; Bucky x reader

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Words can’t even describe the ache and the feeling of emptiness in my heart. The sound of rain pitter patter fail to soothe my aching soul and mind. Hands holding the book whilst staring down and eyes scanning at the same sentence repeatedly and still incapable of fathoming it. My mind is fully occupied with all the memories I have spent with him but can’t cease replaying the same scene again.. and again..

First day of everything is always nerve wrecking whether it be school, college, and work…

Groaning internally, today happens to be both, first day of university AND work…

Just my luck...

Both hands trying to balance out the tray which hold beverages that were filled full to the brim. Sighing in annoyance and wondering to myself why on earth they always have to fill it to the brim considering there might be some little spillage and causing nuisance to both customer and the waitress. Maneuvering myself through tables whilst trying to poise the tray. Eyes scouring from one table to another while delivering the refreshments to the designated customers and caught on a sight of a particular man who didn’t seem to belong in this period. His appearance, body language and style were considerably outdated.. Hmm.. That’s a tad too harsh I guess, maybe old-fashioned to say the very least. Adorning in white and brown checkered shirt, covered by a seemingly vintage reddish brown leather jacket, sandy blonde hair parted to the side. Or maybe he was just a vintage avid.

Catching brief glimpses of his face every now and then, when he looked up from his sketch book, he turned out to be a very decent looking man regardless of his outdated fashion. A pair of nicely groomed eyebrow, high nose bridge, prominent and sturdy jawline, and an irresistible pink plump lips. Wrinkles formed between his eyebrows indicating that he was fully engrossed in his sketch.

Walking towards the beverage counter to replace the tray with coffee pitcher to offer refill and my eyes instantly felt upon the table that was occupied by the blonde man considering his coffee mug was desperately in need of refill. However, he seemed to be very oblivious of it. I decided to approach his table.

“Hello sir, would you like me to refill your coffee? “

“Oh! Erhm… sure”, he looked up from his sketch book briefly and etched on the paper was the realistic looking café and vicinity from his outlook.

I couldn’t help but interrupted his train of thought, “that’s a wonderful sketch you did there sir...”

Then he looked up to me, smiled sheepishly and said “erhm.. Thanks, I guess it helps me familiarize with the place. I’m quite new to the area.”

I felt bad for prying even though I didn’t mean to, so I apologized.

“I’m sorry… didn’t mean to pry on your work.”

Then I made the biggest mistake of looking into that pair of ocean blue eyes. There was laced with lost beneath those warm blue eyes as if a part of him was missing.

Those blue eyes…

Those blue eyes feels like home.

It felt like home for 8 years…

Whenever I am feeling low, I look into those eyes and I’d feel at ease.

Now staring into the glass window, I see fat droplets of rain drop sliding down the glass but that perspective gradually distorted into my own reflection. My own pair of eyes staring back at myself. Cold, void, broken and utterly lost. Tears gliding down my cheeks and slowly turning into sobs. How dare he just leave me behind after those 8 years we have been through together and move on with a past phantom whom he came across when collecting those stones. Those 8 years relationships are gone, just like that. Just the thought of that triggers my mind even more. Shoulder shudders from failing to muffle my own cry.

A week has gone by and I am still struggling to get my own shit together…

Shit…

Even such word reminds me so much of him. The thought of saying that word out loud makes me chortle darkly, Steve never fails to retort to those who swear like drunken sailors including me, not that I swear a lot but sometimes it’s more of a force of habit per se. He would always give me the disapproving look with a glint of mischief within those ocean blue eyes whenever those words chortled out of my lips.

A week after Steve left his shits behind, everyone seems to find a way to move on as time passes, everyone but me … and Bucky, his best friend since childhood.

The one he promised till the end of the line…

The one he saved while throwing friendships and teamwork under the bus just so he could save his god damn so called best friend since childhood.

After all those sacrifices he made, he left Bucky just like that.

It boils my blood just the thought it. Even with all those horrendous experiences Bucky had gone through, he handled them surprisingly well. Much better than me. I thought to myself that maybe he’d gotten used to such harsh predicament and reality…

Drying my tears with the edge of my, his, dark blue oversized cardigan sleeve. Head pounding from straining too much tears. Forcing my legs to stand and stripping myself to only thin camisole and panties. Laying upon the cold king size bed in a fetal position, back facing his side of the bed and facing the huge glass window staring into the void.

The feeling of cold, empty bed somehow bring me into tears again. Whimpers slowly turned into chocked sobs … then eventually giving in and bawling my eyes out, heart continues to wrench and shrivel.

Recalling back to those moments where everyone would throw me pity smiles, empathy hugs when walking past them. Clint, the ever wonderful man, offered me to move in with his family because he knew how it felt to lose your other half. But I turned down considering it would be fiddly to live under the same roof with a wholesome family and constantly feeling like a burden to them.

Eventually Bruce encouraged Bucky to move in with me considering Bucky happened to not have a place to stay after he was tracked down and constantly being on the run with Steve and Sam when he was accused of taking the live of the late Wakandan King and being hunted down. Bruce figured we would try to help each other to heal or at least ease the pain considering we were very close to Steve. I wanted to declined, because even looking at Bucky painfully reminds me so much of Steve. But I didn’t have the guts to do so, unlike him. So I agreed half-heartedly and tried to move on.

I didn’t even bother to budge when I heard the soft creaking of door opening, knowing fully well who it is. Heart wrenching sobs slowly subsiding into mere whimper. Footsteps softly padded towards the bed, then the bed dipping next to me. Bucky’s human arm carefully and protectively enclosed over my waist, chin rested upon my head, chest pressed against my back, his umpteen attempts within this week trying to soothe my gnawing pain in my heart.

“H-h-he’s not coming back, is he? Did that prick even try second guessing his decisions?” I whispered, still trying to muster up all the strength that’s left in every fibre of my body, tears wetting my pillow.  

“I’m sorry, Doll… “

Doll… even the pet name reminded me of Steve, he would sometimes call me Doll, but Sweetheart more often than not.

“I tried talking some sense into him, but he was very adamant of his decision. That punk…I’m really sorry…” he murmured softly, his voice tinted with despair.

“Doll… tell me what to do… I can’t bear seeing you breaking apart like this and I am running out of ways to numb your pain…” nose buried in my hair, inhaling while tightening his hold over my miniscule body.

A pregnant pause lingered before sucking in as much air as if my life depends on it whilst sniffling.

“I wish I never even met him… If I never knew him, none of this would happen and I wouldn’t be weeping like crazy weakling… Sometimes I wish I was one of you guys, one of the Avengers team, so my mind doesn’t have to constantly wonder off and compare myself with Peggy every night when I sleep next to Steve in this very bed...”

“Doll… don’t-“

“I knew this would happen from the beginning when he told me about the time heist excursion, trekking down the past. And I was right… Sometimes I would caught him by accident looking at Peggy’s picture that’s tucked in his compass but I was trying to be a good partner, so I remained silent, pretended it didn’t happen and dismissed it. But it happened more often when it’s nearing the time travelling mission, as if he was hoping …expectantly… “sighing hopelessly as grief and anger slowly consumed my thought, my voice quivering while tears started to form again, blurring my sight. And so I continued to ramble while Bucky continued to listen attentively.

“I mean who wouldn’t want to be with Peggy? I am certain she such a strong woman in her time, I guess your time as well. Working alongside the opposite gender in the army when female were scrutinized even for voicing their own opinions at that time. One time I tried to beg Tony into recruiting me as part of the team while Steve was at a mission in D.C after I learnt about Peggy …because I know he would be against it and disappointed in me for thinking such way. Alas, Tony hesitantly dismissed me, saying it wasn’t his place to make the decision considering Steve was the Head of the team, the Captain. And he also said Steve would love me regardless of my status as a civilian. I refused to believe him, but what options did I have? Nick Fury would never take me seriously, thinking that it might be merely silly infatuation over Captain America and wouldn’t take matter seriously in the long run. So I thought why not give it a rest for a year or two and maybe eventually I’ll forget about it considering I was only 21, freshly graduated from university a year earlier with a GPA of cum laude, very optimistic with the future laid ahead of me. I figured if I couldn’t be as strong as Peggy maybe I could be smarter than her, so at least I have something to pride on.” My face broke into bitter smile while reminiscing the memory.

“I was 18 when I first met Steve. Freshly graduated from high school and went straight to university. I was such an optimistic kid, head filled with high hopes and dreams. I started working at a local coffee shop in New York on my first day of university, that’s where I met Steve. The way he look at his surrounding with those blue eyes studying his vicinity was very adorable… like a lost puppy. After that encounter, we remained friends … and then close friends… because we decided I was too young for anything other than friendship. So we kept our friendship tight for 2 years. By the time I reached 20, I was eager to be more than friends, I’d constantly left subtle hints here and there, and eventually he got the clue but he insisted he was not the right man for me. He said I was young, beautiful and pure why go for a man like him. I practically burst into tears right then and there due to the rejection and humiliation, so I begged him to at least give me a chance… to prove him wrong…That jerk left me hanging for a week then came back banging on my door in the middle of the night while I was studying for finals, looking like lost puppy with those big blue eyes begging for forgiveness for giving me the cold shoulder.” I chuckled grimly.

“I was so annoyed, angry and ready to give him the boot, but how could I say no to those blue eyes looking like a lost sick puppy. He finally decided to give it a shot and said he did feel the same way from the very beginning ever since we grew closer but had to restrain himself from doing so because he thought it was inappropriate for an old man to chase after a much younger woman. But I didn’t care, I swear I was over moon that day… I couldn’t even focus on my study anymore. Sometimes I wondered to myself whether I coerced him into this relationship or…”

“Doll… stop thinking such way… stop thinking so low of yourself…” Bucky interrupted.

“But…”

“He wouldn’t be coming looking for you in the MIDDLE of the night for nothing… Trust me on this one, doll. I’ve known him since childhood, even better than himself… I’m sure he loved you and just needed a little push, maybe he didn’t feel confident at that time. He could be very self-conscious at times considering of his past self and constant rejection from women…”

The more I walked down the memory lane, the more painful I felt, heart twisted and wrenched.

“H-h-how…how did you deal with it? “

“Deal with what, Doll?”

“The feeling of being given false hope, disappointment… that he promised to be with you till the end of the line…”

“It’s… upsetting.” Bucky hesitated, worry that he might worsen the situation if he continued so he just remain and basking in the silence.

“I think of ending my life sometimes… because I’d rather die than living but suffering a gut-wrenching heartache in a long term…”

“No, Doll. Please don’t…” Bucky shushed in my ear, his embrace tighten even more, cheek pressed against my head.

“I-i-i-it h-h-h-urts, Buck… it hurts…He’s my first love, first kiss and…” my shoulders began to shake, eventually my whole body shuddered from chocking sobs.

“I know, Doll. But I promise you’ll get through it, I promise to be with you every step of the way. We will get through it. I am not going anywhere. I am not going to walk out this door, not until you kick me out because you’re so sick of looking at my face. You have my word, Doll. I am staying.” Bucky tried lulling me to sleep.

I couldn’t care less about anything. The sound of harsh rain was the only thing I could pay attention to, ironically it matched my mood, the more my heart felt torn, the heavier it rained…

Chocking sobs gradually dispersed into soft whimpers. My eyes were heavy, I felt my breath gotten shallow. Eventually, darkness engulfed my sight. Hoping that I would wake up from this nightmare.

Next >>> Chapter 2 

birthday love present

pairing: steve rogers x f!reader

words: +4k

warnings: some bad words, age gap (steve's his canon age), reader has a lip piercing.

note: hi guys! this is my first time writing on the steve side. ive been trying to write this one for a long time and the inspiration finally came in today and i think im proud of this one so i hope you guys like it too! this oneshot is from a request i had some time ago that said:

Imagine being Tony Starks daughter and having a massive 21st birthday party at the tower. Despite her younger age either bucky or Steve is in love with her and they end up kissing at the party. Tony sees this and absolutely FREAKS!! Calling Steve/bucky (...) some shit cause he’s technically like 100 and it’s her 21st birthday. Mama pepper wouldn’t be super upset and calms him down and it ends in fluff of course lol

you can read some other works at my masterlist! also, if anyone has a request feel free to send it to me as a message or an ask!

The Tower had been filled with color that night. The pastel pink reigned in the decoration that your parents had put together and you couldn't have been more delighted, it was everything you had dreamed of. The music was perfect, you sang and moved to the rhythm of your favorite songs; all the people around you enjoyed as much as you did that huge birthday party. The food was sensational, there was a whole table full of all your favorite dishes that seemed endless.

Of course the best of all was the bar. Natasha tended it with finesse and mischief, she was the best of the bunch making cocktails. And she only winked at you every time you came back to the bar for another shot as if you hadn't just walked by two minutes earlier.

You had lost sight of your parents a while ago, but you were having an amazing time with your friends singing at the top of your lungs and dancing until your heels burned. You didn't want to take any breaks, you wanted to enjoy every moment of that party to the limit.

Every once in a while you would run into some of your father's friends and say hello. The whole Avengers group had attended that party, although you had asked your mother not to invite them because it would be weird, even though you saw them as a family. She obviously didn't care and so at that moment you were stuck in a bay surrounded by testosterone, with a Norse god telling a weird story to the whole assembled group. There was a pile of bottles and cans on the floor that you couldn't help but grimace at.

“Everything okay?” You heard next to you.

Steve Rogers was to your left, leaning a little closer to you so you could hear him over the loud music. His short blond hair was messy enough that you could tell he was having a good time too, and his light eyes were exalted, as if he had just come running up to where you were. But you didn't know if you could answer him with him so close.

Your history with Steve was… kind of complicated.

Tony Stark was your father, so consequently you used to spend quite a bit of time at the Tower and you knew all the team members as if they were your own family, even though you'd only met them a little over a year ago.

Steve was captivating from the first moment. Maybe it was that lopsided smile that took over his face every time you greeted him or said goodbye, or the way he would throw his head back when he laughed at something you said, even if you didn't think you were very funny, or the way he was always so considerate and cautious when he addressed you.

You didn't know exactly how it happened, or maybe you did, but there came a time when you simply wanted to go to the Tower just to see him. Tony would gladly take you along, completely unaware of your reasons, hoping to spend quality time with you and show you the latest inventions he had designed. But you were always waiting for the moment when he would show up.

And that was perhaps a serious problem. Because he was your father's best friend, or something like that, or because he was exaggeratedly older than you even though he spent 80% of his life inside that plane on the ice and basically time stood still for him. But for whatever the reason, you never told anyone, not any of your friends or your mother who was your confidant, there was even a time when you fought those feelings because you knew no one around you would understand, not even your parents. And you didn't think you could bear their disappointed looks.

Carrying that secret inside your chest used to not be difficult, you considered that you were very good at hiding those feelings and those longing looks. However, you had never put that statement to the test while drunk.

“I'm fine,” you slurred the words and frowned at how terrible that had sounded. You cleared your throat to speak again, but Steve was quicker.

“It seemed to me like you weren't enjoying Thor's amazing stories.”

“Ah,” you laughed slyly, moving your hair off your shoulders and turned to look again at the group of people gathered at the front listening to the other blond's words. “No, it's very entertaining. Not at all like the stories he has told before.”

Steve sketched a smile and through all the noise you could barely hear his laughter. It was only at that moment that it bothered you terribly that the music was so loud.

But his blue eyes rested on yours again and the words and thoughts evaporated in your head. A rational thought ran through your head telling you that maybe you couldn't disguise the lamb's eyes much with alcohol in your veins, but you very responsibly decided not to pay attention.

“You look good,” the blond shook his head looking at you down to your toes and you felt your ears heat up. “Finally 21.”

You didn't lose sight of the way Steve's eyes moved to read the band across your body, the one that Pepper, your mother, had put on you before you arrived at the huge party on this floor of the Tower. You felt a shiver run down your back and you straightened up unconsciously.

“My mother gave it to me,” you commented, trying to shake off the tension you felt in your shoulders from the intense look he was giving you. Or maybe you were just feeling it like that.

“I figured as much. Tony just took care of the money then.”

“Actually,” you moved a little closer to Steve to talk about the music, as he leaned next to you too and you felt shivers run through your body, “my mother told me he chose the color of the decor and the food.”

Too close to be true, you saw him nod at your words and his hair almost brush your cheek as he pulled away so he could see you. You felt your stomach do a flip and for a moment you thought you were going to throw up. Anxious, you fiddled with the piercing you had in your lower lip.

“Do you want to go somewhere else?”

You shook your head embarrassingly fast in a nod.

Steve moved to walk towards one of the two exits the bay had, which led directly to the bar Natasha was still tending. You followed closely behind him, with a bubbling feeling in the pit of your stomach.

He had dressed in a basic white shirt and a royal blue jacket that brought out his eyes beautifully. You remembered well that you had once told him that that blue looked great on him, and that in general dark colors really brought out his eyes. You didn't want to think that's why he had chosen that jacket, but…

Steve leaned over the bar where Natasha had already approached to greet you two and smiled before speaking.

“A shot of strong coffee for the lady here,” the man gestured to you.

You stood there for a few seconds staring at his perfect smile before realizing what he had said. Natasha barely nodded before heading over to the coffee machine Tony had set up in the corner of the bar.

You frowned at Steve, your hand moving to bump against his arm in a playful action.

“I'm not drunk!”

“You're very red,” he replied, after letting out a laugh that you could hear more clearly as you were further away from the speakers. His head moved to where Natasha was standing and you took a moment to see his arm resting on the bar, where the sleeve of the jacket was tucked up and clinging like a second skin. “I don't think it's a good idea for you to arrive dizzy like this for the pie game.”

“I'm just fine, Steve,” you slurred the words again and mentally cursed your lousy alcohol tolerance. You hadn't even had that much to drink, the party had only started about two hours ago. What did he want? For you to sit around drinking orange juice until you split the cake? No, how boring. “I'm lucid enough to break pieces of cake for everyone at this party.”

Natasha arrived with a ceramic mug and set it down in front of you on the bar. You would have preferred to leave it there, but maybe it wouldn't do you too much harm to take it?

“It's better not to take any chances anyway,” the redhead leaned her arms on the bar and gave you a smile.

“Argh,” you frowned at both of them and grabbed the mug to take a long sip. “Neither of you trust me.”

“Well, I can only say that one of us would blindly trust you with our lives, and I already have a person for that,” Natasha commented very nonchalantly as you continued sipping your coffee, and you barely noticed the look she shared with Steve before she walked off to the other end of the bar.

“What was she talking about?” you asked Steve once you let go of the cup.

The blond shrugged in man. “She sometimes just says cryptic things and goes off like that. I'm used to it.”

You nodded agreeing with his words. You were already feeling the effect of the coffee and were starting to see a little clearer. Well, maybe you were a little drunk. And maybe you needed a little more coffee.

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Steve very kindly made you another coffee and you sat down right in front of him to watch the whole process as if you had never seen anyone make coffee in your life.

When you finished it, you let out a sound of approval drawing a smile from him.

“This was much better than Natasha's.”

“No one makes coffee better than she does.”

“You do! You should make coffee more often. In fact, you could start a coffee shop.”

Steve smiled broadly and you rejoiced at the butterflies in your stomach.

“I think I'm going to stick to being an Avenger for now. But maybe I can make you coffee every time you come over.”

Your eyes sparkled at the prospect. “I'd come by every day, Steve.”

“I'm counting on that.”

“Maybe you'd get tired of seeing me so often,” you twisted your lips into an expression of mock regret, lowering your gaze and wiggling your index finger over the rim of the empty cup. The black remains of the coffee made an odd figure that painted the white ceramic background.

“I don't think that's possible,” Steve muttered, and if it hadn't been for him coming over the bar and the music not being so loud you wouldn't have heard him. “I like having you around.”

“Really?” you raised your head, your facade fading.

“Sure. You're like the life of the party. Everything's better when you're around.”

Hearts flew around you as you saw the smile he was giving you. Just for you. You felt like fireworks were about to explode all around you and the anticipation of having him closer gnawed at your insides. Your fingers tingled and your heart was pounding.

You just had to get a little closer and…

“… and where's the birthday girl?”

You broke off suddenly.

Now you felt like your heart would pound out of your chest, but from fear.

You turned around as Steve rounded the bar to leave, and found your father walking toward you with his arms outstretched. Beside him, your mother was smiling tenderly at you.

“Come, honey, it's time to sing happy birthday.”

You stood in front of the cake, a bunch of smiling faces in front of you. The lights began to change color and dimmed. The atmosphere was a little more closed in, but it was perfect. You watched as the people in front of you sang happily, celebrating another year of your life, a whole year of experiences and changes that you had accepted with patience and love. There was nothing more at that moment that you could ask for to make it perfect. You had all the people you loved around you and delicious food, what more did you need?

The song ended and you blew out the candles. Your wish was a secret even to you.

The cake was passed around and you even had repeat servings. It was delicious.

But the party didn't stop there. After the cake the music continued and the drinks kept coming. You decided not to drink any more for the moment, at least while the food went down a bit because you had also stolen a few bites from the table full of your favorite dishes when you thought everyone was distracted.

Your parents hugged you at least five times since then and had reminded you how proud they were of you, all you had accomplished and the woman you had become. You couldn't have been happier.

Sometime during the night you slipped off to the bathroom. You arranged your hair that was quite messy from all the dancing before you left.

At the end of the hallway, reaching the stairs to go down to the party, you found Steve and Clint watching from above. They both greeted you as soon as you arrived. You noticed how, poorly disguised, Clint pushed Steve closer to you.

The blond cleared his throat as he walked over to where you were.

“How've you been doing so far?”

“It's been amazing! It's the best birthday party I've ever had,” you commented to him with a huge smile.

You heard Clint cackle sonorously and Steve in front of you rolled his eyes. But he smiled at you when their eyes met.

“Can I talk to you for a moment?”

You stood static for a moment, before replying, “Yeah, sure.”

Steve calmly led you back down the hallway you had traveled from the bathroom and they stopped at a safe distance.

You stood there for a few seconds, in somewhat awkward silence. Steve seemed to be thinking deeply about whatever it was he wanted to tell you, and his hesitation did nothing to help calm the anxiety that was beginning to course through you from the tips of your hands to the way your stomach sank.

Already your palms had begun to sweat when Steve finally spoke.

“I wanted to talk to you about something that… I don't know how you're going to take.”

You passed saliva despite the lump you felt in your throat. you didn't know what to expect from his attitude, because he looked too nervous and almost worried, you could say scared. you didn't want to expect the worst, so you waited for him to continue.

“What happens is that I… I wanted to tell you that… I don't expect you to take it the wrong way or reciprocate, I mean, you can say no…”

Steve was silent once again, avoiding your gaze. Your head was racing a mile a minute and it filled you with nerves to think that maybe he was going to say what you wanted him to say, what you wanted to hear and what you wanted to tell him too. But how… perfect would that be? You had imagined it so many times, but what was the likelihood that it would actually happen?

“I love it when you laugh,” Steve spoke, pulling you out of your head. His determined eyes looked anywhere. You felt a warmth blossom in your chest and you were sure your eyes must have looked like two crystal balls because of how bright they must have been. “And when you have that giant smile on your face that could light up an entire city. And I love when you tell me what you do in the day so animatedly that you don't even realize you're moving your hands too much. I also love when you dance like you're the only person on the dance floor because you sparkle. And I love how your eyes look in sunlight or moonlight, how they shine so bright I feel like I could orbit around them…. I just- I…”

“I like you too, Steve,” you interrupted him, noticing his frown.

His head moved quickly to stop looking anywhere but at you, and you could finally meet his beautiful blue eyes. His chest was heaving, almost as much as yours as you realized what had just happened. For a moment you thought that, if that was all you could do, just look at each other, you might stay right where you were for a long time. His warm, welcoming eyes roamed over your face and more than nerves and anxiety you felt very excited, so much so that you could run through a field of flowers. A smile was making its way on your face and he promptly followed you.

When it seemed that his nervousness had left him, you felt his hand brush yours. You took it without a second's hesitation.

“You do?” he asked, his voice cautious but full of excitement.

“Yes!” you replied, your smile widening. You squeezed his hand and pulled it closer to your body.

Before you gave him time to process what was happening, you crashed your lips against his.

The fireworks exploded.

You felt him tense as you rested your hands on his shoulders, but it was a matter of seconds before he let go.

His lips assaulted your mouth, delicate but passionate. It was everything you wanted and so much more. A love so fierce it could sweep away everything in its path. Your lips welcomed his, hoping this would not be the last time, and his hands clung to your hips with a promise to never let go. It was soft, desperate, tender, wild, all at the same time. Steve seemed to want to take his time savoring that moment, but at the same time he wanted to take it all at once and leave you breathless.

His body moved until you bumped against the wall and his hands squeezed your skin. The sensation was new, welcome and maddening. Now that you had tasted him you didn't think you could ever stop. His sweet scent flooded all over you with your hands tangled in the strands of his hair. His hand on the back of your neck pressed you against his lips and you felt infinitely close, but you still wanted more.

You felt like you were going to explode into a thousand pieces when you…

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO DOING?”

Steve turned away from you before Tony finished speaking.

You turned to see your parents in the hallway and Clint off to the side of them, an apologetic grimace on his face.

“Dad-”

“Get away from her. NOW.”

“Tony,” your mother put her hand on Tony's shoulder, who was looking at Steve as if he wanted to fly him out of the Tower.

Your heart was pounding wildly, a sour feeling making its way into your chest.

“I'm sorry, Steve. I turned the volume down and got distracted for a moment and they just appeared out of nowhere,” Clint tried to approach, but Tony's deadly stare drew him back a few steps.

“DID YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS? AND YOU LET THEM?”

In the midst of all that flurry, you turned to look at Steve. His face was nothing compared to the happiness he had radiated a few minutes ago and it contracted your heart. You moved closer to him, alerting him a little as he continued to watch Tony's argument with Clint and Pepper trying to calm them both down.

You took his hand without taking your gaze from his and when he turned to look at you you didn't like the fear you saw in his eyes.

“LET HER GO!”

“Tony, that's enough,” Pepper grabbed his arm preventing him from getting too close to the two of you.

“Are you out of your mind? You're like a hundred years older than her!”

“Dad, stop, you don't know-”

“She's my daughter, Steve!”

“I know, Tony, and I'm sorry, but-” he paused, his hand squeezing yours in support. “I can't apologize for that. I love her. I swear there's nothing stronger than that, and there's nothing I wouldn't do for her either. I know it's hard for you, but I've been holding this in for so long and it's because of you, because I knew you'd react like this and I can't go on like this.”

Your father held his gaze on Steve, his eyes a blaze of burning anger and for a moment you feared he wouldn't relent. But Tony moved letting out a snort and walked over to where Pepper stood. She put her arms around him and murmured some things to him that you couldn't hear.

You turned to see Steve, who already had his gaze on yours. It was electrifying. You didn't think that he would ever really look at you in that loving and caring way as he was doing at that moment. You felt at peace for the first time, without having to pretend around him or around anyone else. You could finally show all that you had inside instead of holding it in.

He gave you a small smile, but enough to give you the strength to argue with your father if necessary.

Tony sighed audibly and you both turned to look at him. Your father passed his gaze over both of you, as if hoping to find some response. You squeezed Steve's hand in preparation for anything.

“Just…” Tony clicked his tongue. “Do you think you'll be okay with him?”

The question surprised you, and even more so his warm look, but you nodded quickly.

“Yes.”

Your father shook his head, thinking to himself, before looking back at Steve.

“This… is going to take a good while, Rogers,” he pointed at him with his index finger, accusingly. “You better not screw this up.”

Your mother smiled at you, still wrapping her arms around Tony, her fingers massaging his tense muscles. You heard Steve's positive response and your father looked at you again.

“Fine,” he nodded. “Fine, whatever. Don't ever do that around me again,” he dismissed them by waving his hand and started to walk away down the hallway. “I can't believe it, Pepper, since when?”

“Actually, love, I'm surprised you barely noticed.”

“What do you mean?”

Steve walked over to Clint and put an arm around his shoulders. The latter grimaced shaking his head.

“That's the last time I'm counting on you, Barton,” Steve patted his shoulder amicably before walking away again.

His gaze met yours and he extended his hand toward you.

“I already apologized, Rogers, what else do you want?”

You took Steve's hand and pulled him in the direction of the stairs with a huge smile, not waiting for him to respond to Clint, and squeezed his hand when you could see the party still going on downstairs.

“So we're really doing this,” you heard him murmur, and you turned to give him a resounding kiss on the cheek. His lips curved.

“We're really doing this.”

You didn't know what the future held, but you were more than willing to face it head on. You walked down the stairs moving your clasped hands back and forth, feeling the happiest you could have been in a long time, more complete and loved than ever, and you knew the smile on Steve's face said the same as yours.

You hoped that wasn't the last time you would hold his hand that tight.

Sugar and Spice - Steve Rogers x baker!reader

a/n - hello lovely people!! i had a whole idea for this fic with avenger!reader but then i decided i wanted to do something more unique so i hope you like it hehe, enjoy<3

word count: 3.1k

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Your little bakery was on the outskirts of town, almost hidden from the world. You wanted it to be a getaway from the bustling city, you wanted anyone who came to be enveloped in quiet and the delicious smell of your pastries.

Or at least, you did now since every other place in the city was way too expensive.

At first, when you opened it, it didn’t attract a lot of people. You weren’t making the money you thought you would be by now, and it cost you many sleepless nights. But then, the Avengers came to your rescue.

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summary | you think you can go unpunished, but steve has other plans softdom!steve rogers x naive!reader | kinktober 2022

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warnings | size kink, breeding kink, dd/lg, dom/soft ari, explicit smut, edging

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CONT.

“Steve! I’m sorry!” You cry, writhing on the bed. 

“Clearly not sorry enough, baby,” he grunts, pulling out before you can come. You clench around nothing, and another sob escapes your lips. 

You didn’t think Steve would take his punishment this far, edging you instead of spanking you. Yes, it was probably your fault that you used his card and spent too much money, money that you usually don’t like spending. Half of it you spent on donating food and clothes to charity. And, well, the other half you justified in spending it for him, since he had a habit of ripping your clothes off.

Which was fine. It was probably the intention behind it that’s getting you into so much trouble right now. You pissed that Steve—Daddy—has been busy for the past few days, neglecting you. Sure, he left you kisses, but he left for the company quickly after that, leaving you wanting. Wanting him. 

Something that he’s been making amends for for hours. When his tongue licks your slit, and he sucks harshly on your clit, you release another desperate whine. 

“Daddy! Please!”

“Finally the proper name. My dumb baby forgot what to call me, didn’t she? Makes sense, since she thought that Daddy didn’t care about her anymore. Since Daddy didn’t give her the attention she wanted—that’s why you acted out, isn’t it?”

You can’t answer. Can’t think. You can’t grab at him either: he tied your hands and ankles to the edge of the bed. Instead, you’re resorted to babbles. 

He slips his cock in again, and you cry at the sensation when he starts to thrust. A hand comes to wipe your tears, and Steve leaves kisses on your neck and along your jawline. 

“It’s too much! Please!”

“Please what? Please let me come? Please forgive me?” 

“I’m sorry! Sorry!” You choke on the words, and with a growl, Steve slaps your ass. 

“Never again, you understand me baby? You’re Daddy’s, always.” 

Once the words leave his mouth, you can’t control it: the orgasm strikes you, toes curling and back arching. You nearly black out, the few seconds as you come becoming hazy. Steve comes inside of you, and you milk him as he kisses you, still thrusting, slow and steady. 

“Ready for another round, baby?” 

I hate liking you

paring : steve rogers x male reader

genre : angust and fluff?

word quotation : 1.078

summary : you think Steve hates you, then one day you decide to confront him and discover something else (much better)

You are part of The Avengers and somehow you get along with all the members, except one, Steve Rogers, better known as Captain America. You don’t know why, but whenever you try to interact with him, he avoids you or simply ignores you. Whenever you try to give an opinion on something, he simply arches his eyebrows and furrows his brow, sometimes simply ignoring you or disagreeing, as happened again this time.

You were in the conference room with the rest of the team discussing a strategy for defeating some monster or being that had come from another dimension in space. While some were talking about their strategy, you decided to share yours, but as soon as you spoke, Steve quickly countered saying it “wouldn’t work” and that it “could harm the entire team if this were done.” This left you silence for the rest of the meeting, only observing.

After the meeting, you waited for everyone to leave, leaving only you and Tony, who was your close friend. Tony noticed how bothered you were with what happened at the meeting and decided to speak up, “Your idea was good, but-“ Before Tony could finish, you cut him off, “I don’t understand what his problem is. It’s always like this, whenever I’m about to say something or whenever I’m about to give an opinion on something important, he simply dismisses me. I think he hates me.”

“Nah, he doesn’t hate you, he’s just a complicated guy to, uh…you know, he came from a different era than we’re in now,” Tony tries to reassure you. “I don’t think that’s the problem. I’ve seen the way he acts with everyone on the team, and I’m the only one he doesn’t get along with.” You speak with an indignant expression, shaking your leg in a frantic manner.

“I think you should talk to him, it’s better than coming to your own conclusions,” Tony says, trying to help you resolve whatever issue there might be between you and Steve. “You think I didn’t try? He either ignores me or makes it seem like it's no big deal… which it could be… but either way, I've tried talking to the guy, and he's clearly not open to talking to me."

"It doesn’t hurt to try one more time, try to catch him off guard, maybe a scare will make him talk,” Tony suggests in an ironic tone before standing up from his chair. "Come on, it's late, and a superhero needs to rest. Plus, I've still got some projects to finish.” You sigh before you stand up and pass through the door, giving him a soft “thanks” before you leave.

after that same day

You were already in bed trying to fall asleep, but what Tony had said was preventing you from having a peaceful night's rest. You shifted restlessly in bed, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in, but none seemed to work. You then decided to go to the kitchen and make a hot milk to see if it would help you fall asleep.

You descend the stairs and walk a few more meters to reach the kitchen, only to notice that someone else was already there. The kitchen was completely dark, except for the light from the open fridge illuminating the robust figure standing with its back towards it, preparing some food.

You didn't have to try very hard to recognize who the figure was. It was Steve, and you quickly thought about going back to your room, but before you did, you remembered what Tony said - "catch him off guard" - and This was the perfect time.

You quickly and silently entered the kitchen, trying to make as little noise as possible as you approached Steve, who was too preoccupied with adding cinnamon to his own hot milk to notice you. Without hesitation, you called out to him, causing him to freeze and in a split second, grab his cup of milk and quickly move away from you.

Before he could move any further away from you, you instinctively grabbed hold of his arm and tugged him back towards you. It was unusual, considering he was a "super soldier" and you didn't have the same amount of strength as he did, but you didn't think about it too much as you now had him face to face and could ask your question.

"Why do you hate me?" you ask without any hesitation. "Why do you hate me, Rogers?" Steve is taken aback and tries to say something, but not much comes out. "What...I...what kind of a question is that?" You sigh and quickly say, "You didn't answer my question, why do you hate me? Why are you always avoiding me and ignoring everything I say? This definitely has an answer, Rogers, and I think I deserve to know."

You and Steve lock eyes for what feels like a million years, the tension between you palpable enough to be cut with a knife. Steve sighs before finally speaking, 'I don't...I don't hate you...I hate that I like you.' You stand there frozen and stunned until Steve speaks again, quicker this time. 'But I realize...that's not a problem.' In a split second, Steve closes the distance between you and he, your lips fitting together like two puzzle pieces.

The kiss is calm and passionate, and you make no attempt to draw away, so you remain there in the darkness of the kitchen, just illuminated by the light of the refrigerator, embracing each other and enjoying each other's company.

Hey guys, I really liked this, I was inspired by a part of a headcannon that I read from fear street, written by @mordredisacoolname , so I owe him all the credit ❤️‍🩹

POV: Y/N Stark...

More conversations I would have with mcu characters

Part 1 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6

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Me: Steve... are you gay?

Steve: wha- no, of course not, why would you even ask?

Me: Bucky.

Steve: What?

Me: You really think that everyone would say fuck you to the whole American government multiple times, create a war between the team they were part of and promise to each other to be together till death just for his best friend?

Steve:...

Me: yeah, no shit, you're not slick captain dumb

owner of a lonely heart ☕

steve rogers fic [ mini-series ]

ongoing!

PAIRINGS—steve rogers x barista!fem!reader

WARNINGS—angst and fluff, depressed Steve?, hurt/comfort, anxiety, meet-cute, kind of a coffee shop au, post serum Steve, pre-avengers, fresh from the ice Steve, friends to lovers

SUMMARY—A month after waking up from the ice Steve tries to navigate through life and he finds love in the form of the cute barista that finds his forgotten sketchbook while cleaning tables

Steve finds solace in the arms of a girl who makes good coffee because when he's with her, he's just Steve — not a man out of time or captain america , just Steve Rogers from Brooklyn who likes art

a/n—inspired by that deleted scene of Steve drinking coffee and drawing

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radio free america!

an angel at the bus stop

the best days are sunny

where's Steve? on the dance floor!

the star spangled man

no artwork would compare (to her)

one good movie kiss

my doll, my darling, my girl!

radio free america! [ 1/8 ]

pairing—steve rogers x barista!reader

summary—a cute guy forget's his sketchbook and it's up to the equally cute barista to make sure it's returned safely into his arms

warnings—lots of angst from Steve's pov, crushes at first sight, idiots who like each other, this doesn't really need a warning, meet-cute?? , set months before the events of the battle in New York

a/n—they definitely didn't show enough of what Steve might have felt waking up 70 years into the present

The man woke up from a war and almost immediately was thrown into another

THE MAN NEEDS THERAPY

the endgame ending only happened cuz my man still had unpacked trauma from everything

❥ owner of a lonely heart

he felt many emotions as he woke up 70 years into the present

he felt so afraid not knowing a single thing as he opened his eyes

Is he dead?

If he's alive, where's Peggy?

Why did the radio say the game of '41? it's supposed to be 1945

he felt more scared as he was welcomed by a stranger

After running away from the fake room made to look like a hospital room he was in, he finds himself in a stranger – more modern version of New York that he could hardly recognise

Everyday since waking up, he'd just feel lost most of the time — a man lost in time.

There were more buildings and billboards that were lit up.

He thought he died, everybody did.

Maybe he should have died , because he never asked to be alive after 70 years as he knew sacrificing his life was worth it.

it’s still weird for him to see everything has passed,his friends were gone and Peggy already lived her life without him.

it felt strange exploring New York, there were more buildings, more variety of foods.

It's new territory and he felt isolated, like a newborn exploring a new world without training wheels.

He wasn't lost too much, he's a 27 year old and some things came easy to understand.

He didn’t know what purpose he had left.They won the war and he had saved the city from being hit by the Valkyrie.

Everything was high tech compared to his time, electronics were a bit confusing to understand but he did find it fascinating that everything could be easily stored and done using a small square of a phone that you could bring easily anywhere .

… but what’s left for him when he has lost everything?

Bucky fell of the train,the Howling commandos were gone and it’s too late for him and Peggy.

He basically had nothing left to live for yet he's given a second chance that he didn't know what to do with.

He felt distraught that day when he was given their files, every single one of the Howling Commandos were marked deceased except Peggy’s.

He didn’t have the courage to call Peggy, he didn’t even know what he’d say in the first place.

' Hi, I'm not dead and I'm stuck in my 27 year old body????? I was stuck in the ice like a freaking popsicle Peggy! I'm sorry we never got our dance ... '

He’s all alone and absolutely out of place in the world he’s now forced to live in.

He felt like God was playing a cruel joke on him.

He would go out strolling and see everything has changed.

He just wanted to go back as that skinny guy from Brooklyn with his best pal.

Everyday he'd be at the gym assaulting gym bags as a way to let out his frustrations. He would work out until he feels breathless. On sunny days he'd go out walking, he'd eye the buildings in awe as they were more developed.

Today he sat outside a coffee shop where he only bought a single cup of coffee while he started drawing the building up front.

He would ride his motorcycle and feel the cold air, he'd close his eyes for a few seconds still imagining that he's back in the forties.

" good coffee? " you asked as you saw the cute guy that ordered a while ago that your co-worker assisted

" yeah, nice coffee " said Steve with a small smile

" good cause I made it " you humored

' seriously Rogers? niCe cOfFeE , he still didn't know how to talk to pretty girls '

If Bucky were here right now, he either would've stolen the girl or nagged him about how he should ask for her number, Steve thought not noticing you placing the cake on his table.

“ i didn't order any sweets, maam “ said Steve eyeing the small cake you gave him

It was a simple oreo cake with white frosting everywhere.

He saw how beautiful you were and is awestruck.

He couldn't help but feel he saw you before, maybe as he passed this very same shop.

“ i know you didnt but you seemed sad, no offense “ you said smiling as the man Infront of you smiled back

“ thanks, I guess i am kinda famished “ Steve said picking up the small fork to take a bite

He wouldn't say no to a cake given by a pretty dame

He wasn't that stupid

“ So waiting on the big guy? “

“ maam? “ he questions

“ iron man, lot of people eat here just to see him fly by “ you said pointing at the building he was drawing before you talked to him

“ maybe another time " said steve as he took the cake quickly in one bite that made you giggle seeing the frosting that was left in his lips

He felt hypnotized by your small laugh and the way you crunched your nose as you laughed.

He turned red thinking he made a fool of himself and quickly wiped of the extra frosting around his mouth.

“ table’s yours as long as you like,nobody’s waiting on it and plus we got free wireless “ you said as you started walking away wiping your hands on your apron

“ radio? “ the cute guy asked that just made you smile more thinking he was joking

“ ask for her number, you moron “ an old guy next to Steve asked as he shook his head

He walked away forgetting the sketchpad he brought, occupied with the thoughts of you and your laugh.

You returned outside to clean some tables and give out other people's orders.

He watched the trains go by, like the way years had gone in the blink of an eye.

You went to the cute guy's table and saw his forgotten notebook.

You tucked it under your arm as your hands held the tray filled with empty plates and cups with the clattering of some utensils as you moved.

You set down the sketchbook just to peek in case the guy that left wrote his name.

You opened it cautiously to the first page knowing artists like to be careful with their sketchbooks.

You were an art major yourself but in digital arts, you wanted to pursue a career in animation.

You liked drawing a lot too as a teenager, and painting but animation fascinated you.

The moving pictures that could tell any story you want it to, the magic of voice acting and sound effects making a movie without actually showing real people amazed you.

You loved disney films and ghibli animation, you loved the way even drawings can showcase complicated emotions.

S. Rogers

His first initial and surname were written on the small corner of the first page. A thing most people do even if they didn't draw, they'd put their initials or signature.

You did it too,with all your notebooks, your umbrella and even your books.

You couldn't help but flip the next pages getting mesmerized by the drawings the cute guy had.

You giggled seeing the monkey in an army like attire holding a shield, their were drawings of people – most of them looked as if they were from the military. They had helmets on or had the more professional uniforms with buttons and medals.

The more drawings you saw the more it felt wrong peeking at his masterpieces, you'd hate it too but you made the excuse in your head that you were just trying to find more information on the cute guy that left rather quickly that afternoon.

You sensed the sadness, emptiness of the drawings he had, maybe he missed these people, you thought while closing the notebook not wanting to pry into his privacy any longer.

You smiled as you walked home remembering the details of the cute guy's looks. He seemed nice and dorky, not like the guys that would just hit on you and expect you to say yes after some sweet talking.

You kept it safe in one of the drawers under the cashier hoping the cute blonde will show up again.

His ocean blue eyes made you blush, they felt so intimidating in a way that made you feel like your old 16 year old self.

It was infatuation at first sight, his outfit making him look old fashioned but still dashing.

You wanted to be the one to always put a smile on his face if it looked as pretty as the one he gave you just hours ago.

You wanted to pass your finger through his blonde locks that you'd bet were as soft as clouds.

You couldn't miss his broad shoulders and thick figure.

You found yourself crushing on the mysterious cute guy that left his sketchbook.

You felt giddy as you slept thinking of the same pair of ocean blue eyes.

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an angel at the bus stop [ 2/8 ]

pairing—steve rogers x barista!reader

summary—the origin of the yellow umbrella and the lost notebook that get's returned

warnings—this is all just pure fluff, dorky Steve and the he has lots of anxiety, Steve's a dumbass, this guy was and is definitely accident prone

a/n | I think I have a kink for meet-cute scenarios (╥﹏╥)

I don't like using y/n so I used the name Sunny for introductions

this is so cheesy (ノಠ益ಠ)ノi h8 myself

dude Tumblr did something weird and the words went to different places so i hope nothing's wrong since I fixed it now ⊙﹏⊙

❥ owner of a lonely heart

Steve's in bed wide eyed without a single ounce of sleepiness in his mind, maybe he just didn't want to sleep as he kept changing his positions on the bed that felt too soft. It felt like he’d sink any second, like laying on a bed made of marshmallows.

He secretly didn't want to sleep because if he did, he'd dream of all the things he missed.

He'd dream about the life he could have had before the serum, the war, and the sleeping for decades.

Most nights he'd have nightmares, specifically about Bucky, his best pal falling off the train a million times and every single time he's reminded how he couldn't save him.

Bucky would never want him to blame himself of course, but his thoughts can't help but drift to how he was finally a hero but he couldn't even save his best friend.

He'd also have the usual dream about the bar, surrounded by the Howling Commandos as he and Peggy finally have their dance.

He'd cling to the memories he had like it was yesterday because it was—for him all of it just happened recently, but decades had passed and he can never go back.

He had enough and decided to just sleep on the sofa as he watched the rain drizzle against his window on this lonely Sunday night. 

His thoughts drifting back to you, he was consumed by the memories of that afternoon that you gave him free dessert and how he feels like he knew you.

Then it clicked like a light bulb above his head dinged, he did know you! he met you, a week before meeting you at that small coffee shop. 

Just like the night he met you, it was raining. heavily 

flashback in Steve’s POV 

He met you after leaving the bus stop and that was the story of how a bright yellow umbrella currently rested at the side of his front door.

The rain poured violently as Steve walked away from the bus stop after being dropped off, he waited a couple minutes hoping the weather would get better but alas it unfortunately didn't.

As he realized he'd just have to walk home completely soaked, he groaned as he decided to use his brown leather jacket as a makeshift umbrella. How badly he wished he brought one as the rain continuously poured down on him. He was used to it though, he was a soldier and the war didn't pick a weather.

He didn't walk too fast, not taking the chances with the slippery road. He didn't worry much about getting sick because the serum had strengthened his immune system.

His day was honestly going badly. He still hasn't grasped the concept of electronics yet and he had just received the files about Peggy , the Howling Commandos.Oh! and his microwave broke–just great. He had to go out to eat which led him walking home soaked from head to toe. 

… and then he met you, probably the only good thing about his day

As he walked the side of the empty sidewalk lit by the lamp posts that stood a few feet away from each other, there you were, your figure blurred due to the rain drops that went in his eyes. 

He blinked the rain drops away to see you better, you were wearing a simple white dress that glowed against the dark street and as he observed you more he noticed the sunflowers around your dress. Your white dress and bright smile could've fooled Steve that you were an angel. 

What made you stand out though?

the obvious big bright yellow umbrella that is.

Weirdly the scene that played Infront of Steve seemed magical, majestic even. You probably didn't notice him as you walked right past him. The five seconds of briefly seeing you, he already wanted to see you again.

He saw your bright smile as your hair was slightly damp. You were smiling as you walked barefoot, probably towards the bus station he just came from. You were holding your heels in one hand as the other tightly clutched the umbrella.

Steve stood still for a couple seconds mesmerized by you. You were like the sun in the middle of all the rain, literally. You looked like the sun in Steve's eyes that night. He was snapped out of his thoughts as he hit the lamp post a bit hard, he clutched his nose groaning in pain, from the hard pole and his stupidity.

He suddenly felt the rain stop and as he glanced up, a yellow umbrella came to sight. He looked to his side, and there you were the girl that caught his eyes looking at him worried. He snapped out of his thoughts when he saw you were waving your hand in front of him.

Great, you just saw the mighty Captain America be the biggest idiot in the rain. 

“ DUDE YOU OKAY? didn't catch a concussion did you!!???! DO I CALL 911!? “ you exclaimed in panic as he remained silent, watching your movement as you quickly tried to grab something from your pocket

“ hey! im okay—im fine, thanks “ he said forcing a smile with a slightly reddish nose and a flushed face hoping to keep you calm

“ HEY! you can have my umbrella, I’m waiting at the bus stop and you seem like you need it “ you declared probably pitying him as you pat his shoulder

He was mentally facepalming himself for looking like a complete idiot in front of the beautiful dame in front of him.

“ you don't have to,truly im fine, miss “

“ it's fine you can have it and i hope your nose is fine “

before he could refuse you already ran away towards the direction of the soon arriving bus, using your hand to shield yourself. You momentarily seek protection from the rain at the bus stop he previously was at.

“ THANK YOU! “ Steve yelled from a distance and saw you turn around to smile at him with a small wave of a hand before you boarded the empty bus and left. He was gonna run after you and maybe strike a conversation, seeing as you stayed at the bus stop temporarily but quickly backing out because of fear that you'd think he was a creep.

He smiles at the memory of you and the umbrella you gave him. Maybe he had to thank his stupidity sometimes. If it weren't for the physical evidence of your umbrella in his apartment, he'd think you weren't real. You felt like a fragment of imagination , maybe caused by hitting his head on the lamp post that night. 

end of flashback

He didn't know what to think of the fact he met you again. He never thought out of all the people who worked in the shop he went for coffee, it would be you who’d make his coffee. He thought maybe it was fate, a brief chance of luck. 

All he could do was smile as he thought of how he'd act the third time he’ll meet you, maybe with less foolishness.

‘ they did say third times the charm ‘

‘ did she remember me? ‘

‘ Is that why she gave me cake? ‘

' the cake was good '

‘ DOES SHE THINK I'M AN IDIOT? ‘

' What coffee do I order next? ' 

Different thoughts and questions came to mind as he drifted to sleep with a smile, for the first time since he woke up—the sleep felt calm. It didn't have the feeling of fear that he wouldn't wake up again and it wasn't another nightmare about the past.

He dreamt of something funny this time, the monkey he once drew but instead of his uniform and shield, the monkey held a yellow umbrella and a banana as it unicycled over a sunny field.

Here you are now, working another day at the coffee shop on a boring Monday night. You were currently outside as you were painting the sign of the coffee express halfway. You muttered curse after curse angrily as you mentally pictured your boss for giving you this annoying task, you were an art major but you weren't a freaking carpenter.

He slept peacefully for the first time and maybe it was because of you.

There's also the current painting you needed to finish for another class you were taking which you hadn't done as you had a knack for procrastinating to the last second.

Though you were thankful since your boss allowed you to use the extra paint for your project, you were just annoyed at painting the large sign at two am. 

You attempted to reach for the higher parts of the sign board, that you momentarily forgot you were standing on a ten feet tall ladder. Your balance slipped as your shoes were no longer feeling the unstable ladder but quickly about to plummet on your death.

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You never hit the ground though, you kept your eyes close not realizing a pair of thick arms cradled your form.

Were you dead? Was death like this? you didn't feel the fall as you quickly died? that's it? you died falling while painting a stupid sign?

You slowly adjust your vision to the bright light of the lamp post thinking it's the lights of heaven, not quickly seeing a pair of blue eyes filled with worry looking at you, you couldn't hear what he was saying distracted by the fact the guy you had a little crush on is in front of you.

Why the fuck would he be the one to greet you in the gates of heaven? Were you in a coma and are currently imagining him?

“ you're hot “ you voiced out without thinking instead of asking if you were still alive.

“ what? “ Steve asked confusedly still gravely worried 

“ Am I dead? “ you finally asked, just as you saw yourself through the reflection of the shop, you were in the arms of the cute guy as he stood there, easily holding you like a sack of potatoes.

“ you okay? “ 

“ yeah , I think my life just flashed before my eyes … “ you said monotonously still a bit out of it as you felt yourself slowly get steadied on the ground with your hands in instinct using his shoulders as support

“ nice muscles … “ you weren't even high but close death might have just given you no shame as you compliment Steve for the second time without a single thought in mind

“ thank you? … Are you okay? seriously? Can I call someone? hey, look at me “ Steve ignoring the compliment and staring worryingly as he saw you staring at the floor, he used his one hand to make you glance up at him, hoping you didn't have a concussion as remembered you not hitting the ground.

The action made you melt, feeling his warm big hand on your cheek and staring at his piercing blue eyes obviously worried about you, you blushed as you made him drop his hand or else you would have straight up kissed him there and there.

You fanned yourself quickly as you planned out what you were about to say without embarrassing yourself as you tried to control your blushing. 

“ thank you … uhh what’s your name? i feel like I should know the guy who saved my life just now “ 

“ Steve uhh Rogers “ he stated hesitantly, afraid you'd recognize his name from a museum.

“ Steve—oh my god! “ you shrieked with excitement

Hearing you say his name for the first time also made Steve want to make you say it a hundred times more. 

' there it is, you knew him ' he voice in his head readying himself for the

' your the Captain America! ' 

“ —you just saved my life, oh my god! Thank you!! Do you want cake? because we have lots of cake! “ he breathe a laugh at your nervous demeanor , thankful that you didn't know who he actually was 

He chuckled at your offering of cake for saving your life, he found everything you did fascinating and just absolutely adorable 

“ Sure , maybe just like the free sample you gave me last time? “

“ The cookies n’ cream special? of course, anything you like actually “ you remarked as you opened the glass door for him to enter 

“ Perfect timing, if you weren't there I'd probably be dead or with a broken spine, wait–what are you doing out here?It's like 2 am? doubt you were jogging based on your attire “ you said teasing as you looked at his outfit which is a simple black leather jacket and black pants with evident white paint along with his polished black shoes

“ oh my god, sorry for the paint Steve… god I'm such a clutz “  you said placing the whole plate of chilled cake on the table as Steve lifted his foot seeing there are paint stains on him only as far as his knee

“ don't worry about that, I can replace these—can't replace a life uhh your name? “ he chuckled nervously as he didn't know your name 

“ Sunny “ you replied 

“ even your name is pretty, Sunny “ uttered Steve rather quickly as the thought came to him, the comment making you both blush

“ And I was here on a walk? “ Steve stated with uncertainty since he only went here to see you, maybe order coffee on a small chance that he'd be able to talk to you 

“ oh thought you were here for this “ you said as you reached for the sketchbook that became a bit dusty under the counter, you raised the book in hand waving it slightly

You both sat conversing at one of the tables as you ate both a piece of the cake. The conversation going from his sketches to your empty canvas he spotted. You guys talked for an hour about art, him saving your life to small things like favorite color, food and to why Steve seemed old fashioned in which you guessed was that he's mormon. Steve agreed even if he didn't exactly know what that meant, better than you finding out he was basically a 97 year old breathing fossil.

“ oh! yeah, definitely passed by here to get that thing back “ Steve laughed, ditching the lame excuse he previously exclaimed.

Then it started raining, drizzle hitting the window panels of the shop added by a surge of lighting startling both of you. Steve got a feeling of deja vu except both of you fortunately aren't soaked from head to toe.

“ ugh , I don't have a ride home or an umbrella, I miss my umbrella “ you said remembering that you gave away your umbrella to some stranger a week ago.

The umbrella does not really hold an important meaning but you did have it for three years.

You had forgotten the memory of the guy you gave your umbrella to though, it wasn't like you were the kindest person on earth—you just saw a guy crash his face into a lamppost and felt bad, felt like the least you could do was give your umbrella to the poor idiot.

Though your statement made Steve choke on his second slice of cake

“ So what happened to your umbrella? “ Steve asked nervously, realizing you didn't recognize it was him you gave your umbrella to.

“ gave it to some idiot who hit his face on the street pole “ you said casually with a chuckle as you took another bite of the cake slice you had staring at the window being rained at

“ I–i was the guy you gave the yellow umbrella to “ he proclaimed carefully as he saw you quickly turn your head towards him

“ I never mentioned it was yellow … you were that idiot!? “ you said with an amused laugh as you saw Steve laugh as well with slightly reddened cheeks

“ harsh but yes , i'm the idiot “ said Steve embarrassingly as he covered his face 

“ for what it counts you're a very cute idiot “ you said making Steves face blush more 

“ So just to be sure you're not a stalker right … ? “ you said casually as if that would save you if Steve is actually a stalker but you knew he was too nice to be one

“ no-no of course note, that would never be my intention, i would n-never invade your privacy “ Steve stammered as he stood up from his seat 

You bursted out laughing seeing his panicked state 

‘ he looks too cute, definitely not a stalker–well if he is ,i am not complaining ‘ you thought 

“ I'm only teasing, don't worry Steve " you said making him take a deep breath while sitting back down 

“ Wanna recreate the first time we met? “ you teased as you gazed outside that had rain still continuously pouring after an hour and a half

“ I'm just gonna wrap up the cake so you can take it home “

The two's conversation continued , well more of just you teasing Steve about the rain incident. You enjoyed making Steve blush, the cutest parts were when his ears would turn red.

“ you don't have to give me the whole cake Sunny, I already had two slices “ said Steve sheepishly seeing you clean up and pack up the cake in a box 

“ oh , don't worry about that , you my dashing hero deserve more than one box of cake, i'd give you this coffee shop if i could for saving my life “ you stated as a fact, you were still a bit in shock that you could have died moments ago but Steve definitely made you feel better, having him as company.

The rain stopped a couple minutes later though, fortunately you and Steve wouldnt have to be soaked from head to toe again.

" just wait here, I need to get my bag from the storage room " you announced smiling already walking inside the average sized room that was beside the cashier

As you were packing up your belongings, Steve's having an internal turmoil about how it would be appropriate to ask for your number but it also could potentially end up as him screwing everything up

He heard it was more normal now to ask for a lady’s number but he didn't even know if he's your friend.

" fuck this " he said as he stood outside the door hearing faint sounds of you packing your things, a surge of confidense hitting him as he felt determined to get your number.

Even if he didn't have a smartphone, he'd just use a normal telephone that he could ask from Fury. 

As you open the door going inwards , you come very close face to face with Steve. The close proximity makes you both freeze and slightly redden. He lets out a small squeak of Hi while shyly rubbing his neck as he asks “ I know this is pretty forward but could I get your number? “ , he anxiously waits for your answer while fear grows inside him as the silence continues.

He finally exhales the air he didn’t know he's been keeping in as you cheerfully replied 

“ sure! “ with a wide grin you take a paper to write your number in

Steve waits outside as you arrange some things in the shop before actually closing. 

Steve smiles brightly as you gave him the paper that had your phone number, carefully tucking it in his pocket for safe keeping. 

He couldn't contain his excitement, whispering shout a ‘yes’ as he fist bumps the air having successfully got your number.

" bucky would be proud, rogers " he said patting his own shoulder with a ridiculous smile

" You got the girl’s number and a cake " he said smugly as he looked at you as you unplugged some sockets and glanced at the cake in hand inside a box wrapped with a fancy gold ribbon. 

“ ready to go madam? “

“ yes , superman “

“ like the guy with laser eyes? … and big muscles “ teased Steve remembering your comment making you blush as you punch his bicep 

“ you’re annoying “ you grumble while walking away fast but a smile couldn't help but escape your lips 

“ hey! wait for me “ shouted Steve from a distance 

“ eat my dust old man “ you joked as you ran a bit while Steve groans not being able to run as he's carrying a cake

The two continued chasing each other playfully through the empty wet streets, splashing some puddles along the way. Steve being the gentleman he is, walked you to your house and refused to walk away even if his apartment was in another direction. He didn't want to leave you until he had seen you walk inside your house with his own eyes ensuring your safety. The night ended with you kissing Steves cheek for walking you home 

“ night, my hero ~~ “ you said as Steve started walking away but still looking at you

“ goodnight sunshine ~~ “ he voiced from a distance making you giggle as you walked inside your house ending the night 

Steve turned away smiling in pure bliss, walking the empty street as the sunrise started to show.

the best days are sunny [ 3/8 ]

pairing—steve rogers x barista!reader

summary—steve hasn't made a move yet and neither have you, both of you enjoy the growing friendship first

warnings—pure fluff, the platonic side of sunny and steve, the friends in friends to lovers

a/n—Captain America would definitely be part of your history curriculum classes if you were in the mcu

also I guess their in D.C.???

❥ owner of a lonely heart masterlist

Eating cake for breakfast, a delicacy Steve could never imagine he would be able to experience due to growing up in poverty. The experience felt extra special knowing the cake was given by you.

Steve's in a good mood, he hummed the tune of the song that was playing by the radio he bought as he attacked his second slice of cake. He didn't worry about the sugar since the serum improved his metabolism. He could actually eat the whole cake if he could and he could still have the energy to go to the gym afterwards.

He stopped on his third slice, saving the rest for all throughout the week as five more were left in the box.

It's now been a month and a half since Steve met you, more than a month since you became the first genuine friend he had in a long time.

He felt a little bit of guilt as the fact that he's Captain America was still hidden from you but he couldn't help but want to cherish the time that you still know him just as Steve Rogers, a guy from Brooklyn who's a little old fashioned.

Steve doesn't doubt your kindness, No, that's not it. Anxiety, fear and disappointment were just clouding his judgment, god knows you wouldn't put it against him to hide that he was a war hero in the forties, or that he's technically more than 9 decades old or that he was frozen in the ice for 70 years, he's just too afraid that your thoughts about him would change. He wasn't too sure that you wouldn't find someone like him a freak. He's too afraid to lose you too soon.

You were his first genuine friend and he sees that as a rare luxury, a genuine friend that didn't want him for the shield or that didn't want him for the serum. To you he wasn’t a super soldier or an asset for missions, to you his a friend.

He starts to reminisce about the friendship that grew between the two of you in the course of six weeks.

You're the only source of peace he has right now, his sanctuary, his solace and he hoped to keep it that way.

He knew you'd learn about the truth sooner or later but he wanted to keep you for himself first, to keep you from knowing who Captain America is, to know the life he had that was filled with dread and hopelessness amidst the war even if they did win. He didn't want you to see the loneliness that filled his being, the emptiness he felt, the way he felt like a shell of the real Steve Rogers. Steve didn't want you to know how truly lonely he is

… well he isn't too lonely, now that he has you.

The six weeks of spending time with you have been the happiest days Steve experienced in a very long, long time.

companion in morning shifts

Steve became a regular after the night he caught you in his arms, maybe also because he now craved the cake you gave every now and then. He developed a sweet tooth for 21st century desserts.

Just like an early bird, Steve is now always the first customer at The Coffee Express. He enjoyed the coffee and he also enjoyed your company. He finds the excuse of not finding a more delicious coffee served at your shop, compared to anywhere else but of course it's always because of you. The morning felt much merrier if he started it with you, having breakfast and coffee with you as you start to fix the shop for the morning shift made him feel warm inside. Half of his day was mostly spent with you, the other half mostly being at the gym or visiting the Smithsonian museum, though it's not like he goes there everyday … only on Sundays because that's your day off.

" So what's your job? you're here Monday to Saturday, every morning and sometimes even at night, can't help but think you're giving me too much of your time Stevie " you chuckle as you refill his coffee, leaning against the marble table top beside the register.

Stevie, the nickname never missed to give him butterflies that he passed off as him just not being used to be called sweetly by a beautiful girl as yourself.

Steve sat awkwardly, sitting on a chair near your cashier as the morning went slow. The shop only had 8 customers by 7 am. He didn't know how to answer your question, technically he's a retired veteran, in short he's unemployed.

" I was a soldier " was all Steve could answer, a pang of sadness hitting him as he remembered his comrades, as he remembered Bucky.

" Oh? military guy, nice "

"—you seem young but I'm guessing you're done with your tour? or you're on a little break? " you asked knowing a little bit of knowledge about military as your father and grandfather used to be both in the army

" honorable discharge " replied Steve not wanting to dwell into the subject matter more

" good, I didn't want to have to worry about you if you were out there, I don't want you losing a limb "

" I'm a tough guy, don't ever have to worry about me doll " Steve smugly says, playfully flexing his muscles and the nickname just naturally rolling off his tongue

" God, you really are old fashioned, you even talk like my grandfather, doll? really? but i kinda like it "

you laughed, snorting at the end while covering half your face hoping to not look undesirable Infront of the blonde soldier.

Opposite to what you have thought, your laugh was now Steve's favorite sound, even his old favorite forties song couldn't compare. Everything you did seemed magical and exceptional to Steve's eyes, even simple as a laugh.

Steve felt relieved that you didn't find the nickname offensive, he knew the time was different and that the things he knew changed.

He also felt awkward knowing he was as old as your grandfather, granted that he was frozen and that he still felt twenty seven mentally, he couldn't help but seem old because he really is from the forties.

" … you know my grandfather was a soldier too "

" really? so he fought in world war 2? "

" yeah was part of … what was it? 109? 107th! yeah that's it he was in the 107th! " you answered as you remembered your father telling you stories of how his father fought in the war.

Steve's smile immediately dropped upon recognizing the unit of the men he saved, he was still grieving Bucky, it may have been seven decades to everyone since Sergeant James Barnes lost his life but for Steve it was still fresh. The large gaping wound left by the death of his best friend, best pal, his buddy is still bleeding. He's still grieving the loss of his fellow soldier.

" hey you okay? Did I say something?? " you asked, your voice laced with worry as you see Steve's frozen form, eyes on the table top with evident sadness.

" yeah … my grandfather was there too " Steve lied, not even remembering the face of his grandfather, god he could hardly even remember his own dad's face.

" Oh, I heard all of them got captured once by the Nazis and this guy with a shield saved them, Captain America was it? cool outfit but like has this ridiculous helmet on " you snort only remembering the image of a guy in stripes and stars wielding a shield half his size.

Steve didn't know whether or not this was you hinting that you knew him, because if you knew Captain America, surely you would've known the name Steve Rogers.

" it wasn't that ridiculous … " Steve muttered, feeling a bit offended as you insulted his helmet, he subtly pouted.

" oh come on, have you seen it? the shield is cool and all but the helmet just looks … disastrous " you said with a shudder as you remember the little white wings on the side of the blue helmet and the capital A on the front, you briefly remember Captain America, the hero who won the war and died.

You mostly remember him for saving your grandfather, technically being the reason you exist at all, you don't remember studying him in highschool having been a bit of a rebellious teen who didn't like history.

you're his food trip buddy

Boiled potatoes are not a favorite of Steve, at all and he's very much glad that the modern times have better food to offer.

" you haven't had a taco? like your whole life " you asked in disbelief as the two of you walked the streets. As you spot a Mexican food stand, you immediately grab Steve's hands, feeling the large warm hand wrap with yours making you slightly blush. The redness of your face is masked by the darkness of the night.

" mormon … "

" right … "

You happily watch Steve take his first bite, smiling proudly seeing his wide eyes as he takes three more bites immediately finishing the taco. Steve's eyes lit up with sparks as he bit into the delicious delicacy. The flavors burst in his mouth, the craving for more food consumed his thoughts.

" Sunny, another! " said Steve enthusiastically, slightly jumping like a child at a fair.

" You're lucky I like you Stevie " that was the first time you called him Stevie, it's only been a week since you've befriended the cute guy and even if you had found some things about him odd, you never pointed them out.

You were the one who introduced one of the number one fast food chains to Steve, that which would be McDonalds. Finding it weird that Steve never had McDonalds, you didn't say a thing thinking it was just how mormons were raised.

You didn't have a clue about mormons other than they technically still exist and they don't drink coffee.

" Okay so I ordered a classic double cheeseburger, fries and a coke float " you informed as you chomp hungrily on the burger making your cheeks stuffed, your puffed cheeks looked so adorable in Steve's eyes.

He stares at you lovingly as he wipes the crumbs off the side of your mouth. You choke on the burger as you were caught off guard by Steve's gesture. Steve panicked and immediately gave you his drink as yours were empty, sitting beside you as he rubs your back. The two laughed as you regained composure after almost dying because of a burger.

his personal tech whiz

Steve didn't know much about the modern technology the 21st century provided. He still preferred the vehicles from the forties specially his sweet bike unfortunately is now owned by the government and is kept in the Smithsonian. It was stupid that they couldn't give it to him, it's technically his.

" so you just click it? "

" as far as I know that's how cameras work Stevie "

You blink as Steve clicks his phone with a flash that captures you in surprise. The look on your face in the picture made Steve giggle.

" Steve you kinda have to warn people when you take a picture of them or else you get a lawsuit "

" Fine, you take a picture of us " He says handing you the small white rectangular phone.

Steve's heart leaped from his chest as you pulled him closer with your arm on his shoulder. The soft strands of your hair tickles the exposed skin of his neck as you put your head close to his. He swore he could smell the vanilla shampoo you were using as your head was so close to his.

" so I can basically watch anything here? "

" cute animal videos to how to fix your car is all uploaded on that app "

You grinned wide while wiping one of the coffee mugs as you see Steve hold the small phone with both his large hands, a big smile etched on his face as he watches a compilation of animal videos.

you give him comfort

You being Steve's genuine friend meant a lot to him, even if he knew in the back if his head that he should tell you who he really is. The guilt became harder to bear as the days went by and as a month passed, Steve felt the ghost of his mother nagging him for lying to a sweet girl such as yourself.

Steve knew he had issues, even before going down with the Valkyrie and being frozen for seventy years. He still hasn't processed everything, it felt as if time kept moving and he was unable to ever catch up. From technology that he couldn't grasp how it works to pop culture references he couldn't understand, but at least you were there.

He knew you saw the oddness of his personality, he's thankful you never said a word about it even if it was obvious that you just wanted to ask why the hell he didn't know all these things. He appreciates the way you explain the jokes he couldn't phantom.

" Do you ever feel like you don't belong? " Steve said with a serious tone as you both sat at the park bench while sipping coffee

" lot's of times but you know what's good with us not belonging anywhere " You said as you put an arm around Steve's broad shoulders

" what? "

" we can be lost together, that's the point of having a friend Steve, you're not alone, you should remember that " you said with a smile as you flick his forehead

He didn't react for a second but as you saw his devilish smile you stood up quickly as you ran. He puts down his empty coffee cup as he starts to chase you around the park.

The two laughed as they ran around the park with the sun shining brightly against the clear blue sky. Bubbles floated around with different dogs running wild, Steve's scenery with you and the park felt so peaceful, he swore he could stay there forever.

It's already noon when Steve saw you got tired already, still laughing as you suggested that you and him should just lay down and stare at the sky as clouds formed against the pinkish yellow sky.

" that one look likes a baby "

" looks more like a jelly bean "

every movie is funnier with you

Not that you were annoyed but you couldn't take it that Steve didn't know all the good films you've been referencing.

" Here " You said as you slid a small burgundy notebook towards Steve across the marble top of the coffee shop.

" It's a notebook??? "

" write all the stuff I recommend there and watch some of them without me "

" look, you gotta catch up with the greatest films and songs of all time! " You exclaimed, putting your hands in the hair dramatically.

Steve smiles as he takes the small notebook and opens it while writing his name on the first page.

You dictated a couple things that Steve immediately wrote so that he'd be more informed of the modern world. He asked about the most famous things you knew, well more like what every person should know if they were living in the year 2011. You didn't think much of it and just said random things that came into mind.

Inside Steve's notebook—

Moon Landing

Steve Jobs ( Apple )

Thai Food

Star Wars / Trek

My Chemical Romance ( band )

Grey's Anatomy ( TV Show )

Rocky ( Rocky II?? )

Mean Girls ( movie )

Legally Blonde ( Legally blonde 2 )

The two fell into a routine of every Friday night they'd watch one movie, one movie that either you loved or would love to watch. Even if sometimes Steve found the movie you picked odd, he wouldn't complain because you made every bad movie enjoyable by simply watching it with him.

headcanons of movie nights with Steve

steve rogers x gn!reader

headcanons of how movie nights go with Steve as your boyfriend

this is like both a headcanon and a drabble lol

Steve would always let you choose the movie you two would watch because he'd want to know the movies that would make you happy.

You'd wear one of his oversized shirts which miraculously he does have along his extra small shirts that he insists on wearing plus his boxers that you'd use as shorts.

He'd hover over your form as you prepare the snacks, he'd back hug you with his head resting on your neck as the two of you waited for the popcorn to be microwaved.

He loves listening to the little facts you have before and after watching the movie, the actor did his own stunts? wow they actually used melted plastic for the special effects? that's cool the whole background was cgi? impossible!

It was absolutely the same for you, you loved watching the expression Steve made as you explained that some of the stuff in the movie wasn't real, especially when you tell him it wasn't actually raining in that scene in The Notebook.

In return he'd be the one to tell the inaccuracies of the movie in case it was based on the forties or the war, he'd tell more of his own war stories midway though.

The large couch would be filled with pillows and and two fluffy blankets that would end up on the floor while the two of you cuddled for more warmth ignoring the blankets that were thrown away.

You'd love it whenever he gets scared and cuddles closer to your side. His warm body would squeeze you tighter as his hands were already wrapped around you.

Steve would try to cover his eyes with his hands as you would always make him watch horror movies but not being able to resist watching the scary movie anyways.

You did have to convince him that not every vhs tape is haunted, he'd probably be able to beat the girl from The Ring anyways. You also might have just made him more phone phobic than he already is, after that.

" the phone is not gonna get you Rogers "

" you don't know that! "

" babe we watched the movie not the tape! "

He also wouldn't be afraid to cry with you when the movies are that depressing. You and Steve would cry so much while watching Me Before You.

Steve couldn't ask for a better view of you resting on his shoulder as your eyes were stuck on the wide television, some popcorn stuck on your hair that made him silently snort. A wide grin etched on his face as thinks that this, this was it, this would be all he needs in his life.

" we should do this every Friday "

" movies? we can even do it everyday babe "

" no, I mean like officially, Fridays are for movie nights, just us and a big bowl of popcorn "

" Bucky and Sam are gonna be heartbroken we don't invite them " you joked as you ate another piece of popcorn

" they can have their own movie night doll "

" okay, we'll do movie marathons every Friday, except when the world's about to end "

" I'd love to watch a movie with you as the world ends, doll "

" shut up, you sap " you reply laughing as you throw a popcorn on his face

The two of you would also have a game of catching popcorn with your mouths, one would throw a piece as the other would catch it with their mouth while they're in a far away distance.

Steve's the type to genuinely love any type of Christmas movie and would insist on wearing ugly Christmas sweaters even when it's summer.

He would love Home Alone, but would also voice out his concerns on how irresponsible Kevin's parents are. He'd be so happy knowing there was a sequel.

After every movie night there would be popcorn everywhere, from the couch to the floor and even as far as the bedroom.

The two of you would always just end up falling asleep on the couch anyways, an empty bowl of popcorn still on your lap as the two of you cuddle on the large sofa till the sun rises.

the beard needs to go

PAIRING—steve rogers x gf!reader

SUMMARY—You badly want to be the one who shaves Steve's beard off

WARNINGS—pure fluff, allusions to sexy times but no actual smut, the plot is mostly about Steve's beard lol

A/N—random but this was inspired by that scene of Me Before You where Will let's Lou shave his beard, also that movie will never not break me , pure heartbreak! 😭😭

In the bathroom, infront of the mirror as the morning sun rose, the couple found themselves in a very difficult situation, well you found it difficult.

" do we have to? "

" we have to ... "

" but I love your beard! and it's great in the bedroom! " You whined while cupping his face, his beard slightly tickling the palm of your hands. You sat on the counter, back against the mirror as Steve's hands rested on your hips.

" so you just love it because it makes the sex good? " Steve asked with a laugh, teasingly while tilting his head on the side.

" of course not, I love it because it makes you and the sex hotter " You reply with enthusiasm and a teasing grin in return as Steve chuckles back.

" glad to know, but unfortunately it has to go, so say goodbye because I'm shaving it tonight baby " He said with fake sadness in his tone as he sighs while cupping your face and giving your soft lips a long kiss.

" nooo! at least let me shave it "

" absolutely not "

" oh come on! please babe?? " you beg lightly while doing puppy dog eyes paired with your cute lips pouting hoping to persuade the super soldier.

" yeah that's not working " He exits the bathroom leaving you pouting as you sit on the counter top.

" bring me coffee! " You shout as you hear the bedroom door close. Steve's always the one who makes breakfast and your favorite coffee will always be the one made by him.

The rest of the day goes on with you trying your best to persuade Steve to let you shave his beard. Even as the two of you drank the morning coffee you still annoyed him with the question of let me shave off your beard?

The couple chose to go to a mall, having a mall date for the rest of the afternoon. You bought some clothes for both Steve and yourself even if he insisted he didn't need any more clothes. You even bought a couple pairs of lingerie that you knew he would enjoy, secretly that is for the surprise effect. Steve bought a couple of art supplies, hoping to start painting more for the rest of his technically retirement days.

You and Steve chose to eat at a pizza shop that wasn't too busy, a big plate of cheesy pizza paired with two glasses of cold cola.

" my beard so long I have to pick food out of it "

" I could pick the food out of it for you! "

" you're joking "

" I'm totally joking " You say with a laugh as you continue taking a bite out of your cheesy pizza slice.

Steve was washing the dishes after dinner, the plain white tee he wore getting splashed a bit by the water. He turned off the faucet as he had done half of the dirty dishes.

" Oh Steve~ " You say in a sing-song tune as you untie your robe in which you had nothing underneath catching the blonde Captain who was washing the dishes off-guard, the dirty dishes now abandoned.

He quickly captures your lips with a deep moan as you giggle, almost stumbling back with the impact of his large body. His large hands immediately held on tightly to your waist, lifting you up with no effort as he leads the two of you to the bedroom.

As you calm your breath after the great countless orgams, you rest your head on his bare chest with a smile while your hands wrap around his torso and his arms wrap automatically around your shoulders. The two of you smile with bliss as the two of you even out your breathings, still a bit red and sweaty from the tiring activity.

" You did that to convince me to let you shave my beard didn't you? " Steve says after a couple minutes with a little laugh at the end. He gripped your form tighter as his head rested on top of yours.

" would you let me shave it now? " Of course it wasn't about that but your eyes are still filled with hope as you ask him about shaving his beard. You were sad he wants it gone but you should be atleast the one to get rid of it.

" fine, I'll let you "

" I love you "

" I love you too " He replies kissing you back as you smile with his lips attached to yours.

The two were back to the position they were the previous morning after getting dressed, not the one they did on the bed much to Steve's dismay but he did find it cute how much you wanted to be the one to shave his beard and so he caved. It gave him a big domestic feeling as he looked down on your hands that were applying shaving cream.

" you're really going to do it? " Steve asked but saying it as more of a fact as you were done applying the shaving cream on half his face.

" I—I'm really gonna do this " you say nervously as you get rid of the brush you used to apply the cream for his beard. You giggle with nervousness as you slowly inch the razor closer to his face.

" just don't shave my eyebrows off, baby "

" trust the professional Rogers "

" I'm serious, don't " he said sternly but with an obvious hint of playfulness as he points a finger at you in which you point elsewhere going back to focusing on the task at hand.

He closed his eyes, his brows furrowed slightly but relaxing a second later. He trusts you with his life, completely but maybe not much on shaving his beard.

You smile in victory as you successfully shaved a part of his beard in one stroke, a bit of a stubble left behind as his beard was quite thick. Steve opened his eyes a couple times, seeing you so concentrated that the tip of your tongue stuck out made him smile in which you grumble that his smile made you distracted.

Many trips of the razor to the bowl of water, you completely shaved off the two years worth of beard that Steve grew out. You grin widely with your success, putting down the razor on the counter as you made Steve open his eyes.

" please tell me you didn't shave my eyebrows off " He asked teasingly, looking at you before looking at himself in the mirror. Traces of shaving cream left that he carefully wiped away using a clean cloth.

" nice job, doll " He said with a big smile that could reach his ocean blue eyes and continued with a quick peck to your lips. You smile after the quick kiss as you rest your head on his shoulder. Your hands are sneaking on both his sides, clasping your hands together to give him one big hug.

" I told you baby, a professional "

right where you left me

PAIRING—steve rogers x avenger!fem!reader

SUMMARY—Steve finally askes you out for a dinner date but as you sat patiently at the restaurant, where was Steve?

WARNINGS—angst, steve being a jerk, no happy ending, kinda more focused on reader

A/N—idk if this is considered a song fic but some of the lyrics of Taylor's song is written in-between paragraphs so...

part 2 still a wip!

Matches burn after the other

Pages turn and stick to each other

Wages earned and lessons learned

But I, I'm right where you left me

The warm lights of the restaurant were supposed to make you feel cozy but contrary to what you were feeling, you felt anxious, nervous and everything all at once. It's been more than thirty minutes and Steve was still nowhere to be found. The agreed time was 7 pm and it's already close to 7:40. The slow pouring rain made your situation much more gloomy.

The anxiousness became worse as more minutes passed, Steve wasn't answering any of your texts or any of your calls. Your breathing got heavy as you clasped your hands together trying to keep your cool, deep down you were feeling scared that something bad happened to Steve. You didn't think much about what people might think of you at the moment, a beautiful woman who's sitting miserably at a cozy restaurant; alone. All you could think about is—where's Steve?

Help, I'm still at the restaurant

Still sitting in a corner I haunt

Cross-legged in the dim light

They say, "What a sad sight"

It was supposed to be a fantastic night for you because finally your long time crush Steve Rogers, Captain America finally asked you out on a date though from everyone's perspective you were totally in love with the man. You wouldn't deny that, you fought with him, bled for him and almost sacrificed everything you had for him. It was obvious but maybe not to him. You are undeniably, truly, completely and unconditionally in love with him.

You're a beautiful woman, that's what you believed but it did catch you off-guard that Steve suddenly asked you out on a date. Who wouldn't? But you've been his friend for years and you believed for the longest time Steve was always gonna love one woman and that being the one and only Peggy Carter or maybe his actual ex-girlfriend who he broke up with almost a year ago, his first love's niece, the impressive and beautiful agent Sharon Carter.

You felt pure euphoric happiness and countless butterflies danced in your stomach, it felt like a million fireworks erupted in your heart when Steve decided to ask you out. You remembered every part of that day, that night—that second that he dropped the ball and asked you the million dollar question like it was yesterday, well it was actually yesterday.

[ flashback ]

" report's suck don't they? "

" and here I thought being Captain America would excuse me from the paperwork " Steve chuckled as you sat beside him with your own reports.

" oh please your hobby is reading reports "

" I never said I liked writing them "

" well I guess were the only responsible ones here seeing as you have Natasha's pile and I have Tony's "

" more time to spend with me " Steve smirked as you breath a nervous laugh as his words caught you off-guard

" my, my Captain America being cocky? "

" don't deny it, you love my company sweetheart " Steve responds as he confidently holds your chin between his pointer finger and thumb, tilting it slightly as he makes you look at his breathtaking blue eyes. Your breath hitched momentarily.

You scoffed, turning away from him not believing Steve was actually being flirty with you.

" oh yes because everybody's dying for your presence, Oh? Mr. Rogers, would you please sign my chest? " You asked while doing a slightly higher pitched voice, you didn't want to make Steve think he can just play with you. You played along with his flirty antics as you suddenly opened your jacket making Steve choke on air which was your plan. You weren't wearing a revealing top but the action definitely caught Steve off-guard.

You laughed like an old man, having difficulty breathing as you laughed at the expression Steve did after your little stunt, his red face made you laugh uncontrollably and made you a coughing mess.

" you're not gonna win whatever game you're playing Rogers " You said as you went back to your reports, calming yourself from the laughing while Steve coughed to catch your attention once more.

" What if I wasn't playing a game? "

" Then what's with the random flirting Captain? planning on trying those moves on someone? "

" yes actually, you " He replies with no hesitation, you would've laughed if it wasn't for the serious expression he wore.

" —would you give me the honor of taking you out on a dinner date? " Steve continued as you fell silent, internally you were screaming and your heart immediately beat faster than normal as his words found your ears.

" Yes ... YES! of course " You reply with a smile, and seeing the wide grin on his face made you blush madly.

I, I swear you could hear a hair pin drop

Right when I felt the moment stop

Glass shattered on the white cloth

Everybody moved on

I, I stayed there

Dust collected on my pinned-up hair

You catch yourself smiling as you remember the events of yesterday's evening. You reminisced the comfortable silence that happened after, wide grins as the two of you did reports you didn't want to but the worst news came as you opened your phone that had a notification from Natasha. You smiled momentarily as you saw her name flash on the lock screen but your face fell immediately as you read the words she sent.

she's back

Those words made your legs feel weak as more anxiety filled your mind and your heart felt like it was slowly being chipped away by the tools used in carving stones.

please tell me it's not who I think it is

yup, Sharon's back and she went to Steve like she did nothing!

is Steve with her?

You hesitantly typed, scared of what the answer to the questions that naturally floated in your head might be. Different thoughts came to mind but you didn't want to judge Steve, he would never ditch you for his ex, not without informing you first in case he did. Wouldn't he?

Yeah ... He's with her, I'm sorry

Natasha answered, making you shut your eyes hoping everything was a dream and that the special blue dress you wore wasn't for nothing. Your eyes felt teary just as a waiter went to you asking if you needed assistance in which you replied with one bottle of wine, please. You hoped that maybe Steve would come to you after he talked to Sharon, that is if that's the only thing he was doing with her. That tiny hope ran out as you've realized you've been sitting at the cozy, warm restaurant alone and pathetically for three hours straight, you've finished the red wine long ago. Now, you just sat quietly and glanced outside where the rain stopped and the streets shined as the countless puddles reflected the street lights and shop signs.

You stayed there until the staff had to ask you to leave unless you actually ordered a meal but you didn't have the stomach to eat anything as you were just ditched by Steve, Steve the golden boy just ditched you for his bitch of an ex-girlfriend without even telling anything.

Right where you left me

You left me no, oh, you left me no

You left me no choice but to stay here forever

You left me, you left me no, oh, you left me no

You left me no choice but to stay here forever

You hailed a cab quickly after exiting the restaurant, you couldn't just walk in your state. You weren't drunk but you were probably tipsy enough to trip over nothing. The elderly cab driver dropped you off in front of the tower. You held your heels in one hand and your coat hanging loosely on your shoulders. The guard immediately let you in as he recognized you. You were sadly met by nobody inside the compound as you entered, not Steve—nobody. You knew Natasha went out for her nightly jog while the others you thought were just busy doing their own stuff.

You contemplated whether or not you'll confront Steve tonight. A couple minutes passed as you sat on the couch of the living area of the tower, your thoughts consuming you as you sat silently.

With a huff of a breath you stood up, shrugging your coat as you walked barefoot on the cold floor of the tower. You pressed the fifth floor where Steve's room is located, the ding of the elevator distracted you from your thoughts.

At the restaurant, when I was still the one you want

Cross-legged in the dim light, everything was just right

I, I could feel the mascara run

You told me that you met someone

The sound of your heart shattering was all you could hear as you watched the view In front of you—Steve and Sharon fricking Carter making out. Steve was kissing Sharon Infront of his door as she was about to leave when he heard the elevator open and there you stand, looking gorgeous in a silk blue dress. You stood pathetically in a blue dress that you wore for what would've been your date with Steve but instead you see him kissing another woman.

You momentarily spaced out, you didn't know what happened after but suddenly Steve was Infront of you and Sharon was nowhere to be found.

" Y/N! " Your eyes snap to Steve as they were previously gazing on the floor.

" So yesterday was really just a game huh? " You asked with a laugh even as your heart broke more that it already was, even if you knew that it was Sharon who owned his heart. You confidently looked at him straight in the eyes with your teary ones.

" Y/N I—Sharon was just here and she wanted to get back together and to be honest I still kinda have feelings for ... her " Steve tried to explain, failing as he saw the disappointment on your face, he knew it was an asshole move to ditch you but Sharon just knew how to keep him from leaving, to pull him back into their own little world.

He did genuinely like you, he did but Sharon made him think that she's the one, the only woman who'll truly make him happy and he stupidly believed that. His mind desperately believed Sharon and him were meant to be, that the break up was just a test on their relationship even as his heart silently shouted your name. He just didn't see how perfect you were for him.

" of course, it's always going to be her, she's perfect—she's a Carter after all " You brokenly said, sadness and jealousy evident in your voice. A bitter tone encasing your words as you felt rage.

" I liked you , I really do, you're a beautiful woman but Sharon is just ... and you’ll find someone better than me " Steve said while trying to hold your hand but you turned away completely giving him a cold shoulder.

" I understand perfectly Steve, you owe me no loyalty and that's okay—I guess I just expected more from you " your voice low as all your disappointment and heartbreak was put into words.

" No, i-its, I know that was not respectful of me to just leave you hanging and ditching our date but Sharon was just suddenly here and then she just kissed me and I—I caved, look I know this looks bad but— "

" Again, it's my mistake to have high expectations and if you'll excuse me I had a whole bottle of wine so I feel a bit sleepy, goodnight Steven " You replied as you quickly turned away from him and wiped the tears that threatened to fall.

“ Y/N … shit “ you heard Steve mutter as you entered the elevator but you ignored his words as you felt so close to breaking down, maybe you fell for him more than you realized as you felt like your heart was shattered to a thousand pieces.

I'm right where you left me

You left me no, oh, you left me no

You left me no choice but to stay here forever

You quickly walked out on Steve, the elevator ride felt like forever and as you unlocked your room you immediately dropped down on the floor. A deep sigh came out of your lips as you rested your head on the large metal door of your room, tears immediately escaping your eyes.

" how could I be so stupid!? God! , you just had to fall in love with someone like him huh? yes, how could little ol' me be ever good enough for the great Captain America, Sharon’s just perfect so—perfect and she’s beautiful ... she's gorgeous "

" How could Steve not love her? "

You talked to yourself hoping Steve wouldn't hear it with his super hearing ability. You sat and stared at the ceiling questioning how stupid it was to actually think Steve was a perfect guy, well not perfect but you at least expected that he wasn't a jerk like the other guy's you've dated.

You didn't know how long you stayed on the floor crying as you felt intense heartbreak, ironic that he wasn't even yours to lose, but you stayed there crying your heart out—probably longer than the time you spent waiting at the restaurant.

DOES ANYONE KNOW THAT ONE FUCKBOY STEVE FIC

they slept together on Halloween and reader is dressed as the mc in phantom of the opera or something then she's a virgin and after that Steve starts wearing her purity ring around his pinky finger because she forgot it at his nightstand???????

found the fic its:

she calls me daddy by @hertzwritings!!

sara smile

pairing: steve x black!reader

summary: you and steve dance in your little new york apartment

warning: none just pure fulff

a/n: this song reminds me of steve :)

“come on let’s dance” steve pulls me off of the couch and into him before we start to sway to the music, he looks at me with his big goofy smile and i can’t help but smile back.

baby hair with a woman’s eyes

i can feel you watching in the night

all alone with me and we’re waiting for the sunlight

when i feel cold your warm me

and when i feel i can’t go on you come and hold me

“it’s you and me forever” we both sing at the same time before he dips me and i yelp in surprises making him chuckle.

sara smile

won’t you smile a while for me, sara

if you feel like leaving, you know you can go

but why don’t you stay until tomorrow?

if you want to be free, you know, all you got to do is say so

and when you feel cold, i’ll warm you

and when you feel your can’t go on, i’ll come and hold you

“it’s you and me forever” both of us sing again looking into each others eyes, goofy smiles on both of our faces as we sing.

“forever y/n?”

“forever stevie”

sparks

pairing: steve rogers x black!reader, steve rogers x natasha romanoff (mentioned briefly)

summary: you and steve were soulmates you just never knew you weren’t the only soulmate he had.

warnings: soulmate au, kind of lovers to strangers trope

a/n: once again i am using my past heartbreak as motivation to write.

not proofread

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i had once heard that people could have more than one soulmate and i believed that, there was no way that out of seven billion people in this world only one was meant for you.

steve rogers was someone who i never expected to be my soulmate, i expected someone who worked a normal 9-5 not a superhero.

many people said that you knew when you found your soulmate because it was like a magnet drawing you two, that was exactly what if felt like.

steve and i hit it off instantly and before i knew it four years had passed us by, it was great and i would never have wished for anything else.

sadly something in our relationship had shifted, steve was distant but so was i and honestly i had no idea how it happened.

when steve was working out i noticed that he had the mark of an hourglass on him, i instantly knew that he had more than one soulmate. from then on i started to distance myself even more, whenever steve would get into bed i would turn away from him or whenever we would hug or kiss i would make it short.

steve had definitely taken a notice to it, there wasn’t any way he hadn’t. steve distance himself as well, doing all of the same things i did.

part of me hoped he would bring it up and part of me hoped he didn’t, i didn’t want to loose him but i also didn’t want to hold him back from his other soulmates love.

everyday i looked at that mark and wondered if he knew but there was no way he didn’t.

months passed by and he still never brought it up, at this point we were just walking on eggshells.

we sat at the dinner table eating in silence like we had been for the last couple of months, i looked up at him and saw him reading the paper and eating.

once we finished eating we both took time to wash the dishes together like we always did, i sadly realized that this might be the last time we ever do the things we normally do.

i felt myself start to tear up but i quickly blinked them away, i wasn’t going to cry it was only going to make this harder. we finished washing and drying the dishes before walking into the living room to catch up on the recent show we’ve been watching.

halfway through the episode i looked over at steve who was already looking at me, he had a sad expression on his face as he looked at me and i knew it was time.

“i know” a tear falls down his face as the i look at him “i’m sorry” he apologizes and i shake my head as he starts crying. i shed a tear seeing him in such a broken state “it’s ok, i knew along time ago i was just waiting for you to come to terms” the tears fall from my eyes and he wiped them away.

“i don’t want to leave you” he continues to cry and i cry with him “you have someone who’s waiting to meet you and had been all of their life, i had my turn and i wouldn’t trade it for anything” i grab his hand and hold it tightly “i’ve had an amazing five years with you, go out at meet whoever it is you need to meet i’ll be ok” i do my best to assure not just him but myself that everything will be fine.

“i love you” i cry even more as the words leave his mouth for the last time “i love you too steve so much” i place my hand on his cheek and rub it with my thumb.

he leans in and kisses me one last time, we put all of our passion and love for each other into that kiss. i pull away and smile at him sadly “go steve i’ll be alright” i rub his arm gently before he gets up and walks away.

i look down at my arm and see the mark start to fade away, i watch as the mark leaves my skin.

sparks eventually burn out and sadly so did ours

“POLKA DOTS AND MOONBEAMS” ── steve rogers x male reader.

𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅 & 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓— headcanon [ 4.1k ] 〳 part one 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒—male reader 〳 domestic!au 〳 mid-century!era 〳 'roommates' 〳established relationship 〳 secret husband!steve 〳 mentions of period-homophobia 〳 brief quarreling 〳 sexual content: top!steve, bottom!reader, love-making, breeding, milking, praising, verbal, dirty talk, body worshiping, guidance.

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑.

Secret Husband!Steve Rogers who coasted the city and was on a mission to find the best spaghetti and meatballs with you.

‣ "Verdict?"

‣ Steve's gaze looked right past the fork held before your lips, watching your mouth and expression twist and turn like the spaghetti noodles around the fork prongs prior.

‣ "It's good... not great. The sauce isn't as thick as I'd like for it to be... but it tastes fresh? Basil leaves adds a nice balance to the acidity... but the meatballs are a little overcooked. What do you think, Steve? I'm too picky, aren't I?"

‣ It was written all over your face. Satisfied, but not impressed.

‣ Unlike the last restaurant where you two had the misfortune of eating bloated pasta noodles and watery red sauce, this place was edible and especially generous with their serving.

‣ Decent, if Steve had the chance of writing a one-worded review for the paper.

‣ "You're not picky, just particular, but I agree. Red sauce is good—Padrino's still better. Meatballs are pretty tough, aren't they... but I do like the flavor of them. You can tell they used a fattier mixture compared to the rest. A lot of garlic too, which makes up for the lack of it in the sauce..."

‣ "Not as good as Mama's?"

‣ "The moment we find a spaghetti that's as good as your mother's, is the day we find a way to squeeze water from stone, (M/N)."

‣ "Don't mention that to her. I don't need her ego to be any more inflated than it already has been."

‣ Dates like these were never boring.

‣ No matter how many times Steve had watched your face wrench in disdain or light up in surprise, he always found it a joy to watch you participate in this arbitrary—now routinely—idea of critiquing spaghetti and meatballs so earnestly.

‣ To be fair, it wasn't like you two had a slew of options to make dates seem... more like dates.

‣ In fact, there shouldn't have been any options offered on the table in the first place.

‣ Any intimations that you and Steve were on a date would've been subject to a location change.

‣ Most likely, a candle-lit dinner in a jail-cell, dined over cold hard concrete, and Steve was sure the spaghetti and meatballs served there was going to clutch last place in his ranking.

‣ Though, Steve was hopeful that the romance would still be alive and well had it ever come to that point.

‣ You had a thing for restaurants with a gimmick.

‣ "Seven out of ten sounds about right?"

‣ "What about dessert? We can't leave without getting the tiramisu, Steve."

‣ "Since when did we factor in desserts for the scoring?"

‣ "What—since we started. Don't tell me you've been only ranking the spaghetti and meatballs... it's all about the experience, the... the je ne sais quoi—heard that on the radio once!"

‣ "The je ne sais quoi—this is why I wanted you to be the one logging everything down, (M/N)!"

‣ It took more of a toll on him than it did on you.

‣ Well, if it did, then you did a stunning job at maintaining your usual optimism.

‣ Whenever you two were out in public, Steve felt hammered by this distance pushing him apart.

‣ It was a conscious effort on both ends—a natural one that pertained to the business of being in a homosexual relationship

‣ Or just being a homosexual, period.

‣ Steve understood it. He abode it. And he hated it.

‣ Often, when the conversation between you and him would come to a slow, Steve would look right past your shoulder, right at the lucky couple who were in his sight-line—a gentleman with an impressive mustache and his lady—and simply stare.

‣ His thoughts wandered.

‣ The gentleman was unabashed in his public flirtations with the woman.

‣ Massaging her hands, tending to the aches in her knuckles with firm, but appeasing presses.

‣ The smell of his cigar was pervasive, but the lady didn't seem to mind. It seemed like she thought it was rather charming when he blew a smoke towards her face.

‣ One hand would run up her arms in several strokes, rough callous grinding down her goosebumps, and the man would compliment how soft and supple her skin was.

‣ The lady would bat her eyelashes, giggle at the man's public display of affection whilst also maintaining some sense of courtesy to halt his advances when a pair of curious eyes were enough to render her cheeks scarlet—like the lipstick she had worn for the evening.

‣ Steve hated this restraint. This lack of freedom that forced him to talk to you as if you were his co-worker.

‣ To look at you as if he had no affection for you whatsoever when that was further from the truth.

‣ To touch you as if you were an infection that could cost him his life, and him to yours.

‣ That wasn't completely off from what society thought of people like you and Steve, was it.

‣ "It's not nice to stare, Steve... quit it."

‣ "If I can't even look at my own lov—you, what else am I supposed to do?"

‣ "Steve—come on, not now. You know how it is. It's hard, I know. But... we can't just be cooped up in our pad and wear out its virtues. It's nice to go out every once in a while, even if—it has to be like this."

‣ "It's just not—fair. Maybe—maybe we can do something. It doesn't feel right if we're doing nothing about those bar raids too. They're increasing, you know? Becoming more violent and—"

‣ "Hush. People are staring to look."

‣ "Why do you seem completely fine with this? Hiding ourselves—"

‣ "Look, I don't like it as much as you do. Hell, it's killing me on the inside that I can't even smile at you like how it would naturally come. But I'm okay with hiding—because it's for my safety, and most importantly, for yours. I don't ask for much, but I've envisioned the near end of my life to be fulfilled and labored with no regrets. With a house where I can harvest my own apples from my own tree. With a lazy pup that knows better than to eat through my laces. All of that would be possible because I hid—no—because I endured. And I would heavily prefer it if you would join me in that life. Call me a coward, spineless, or selfish, but I don't want it to be our last, Steve. It's terrifying—to know that any day I could lose you to violence and persecution, myself included. So, please—just hold it out for longer—that's all I ask of you."

‣ Most of all, Steve hated that he was envious.

‣ He wished he could be the one wiping sauce stain off your lips.

‣ He wished that he could hold your hand over the table and stroke the ring on your finger that you could've kept on.

‣ He wished that he could stop the tears from welling in your eyes like he often did back at home.

‣ He wished that he could tell you that he loved you, either with a mouthful of meatballs or none at all, because in the end—it would've felt better than communicating those three words with three taps of his foot to your shin.

‣ You nearly reached over for his hand to calm him down, but pulled your back straight upon the fright of a passing waiter and opted for the cipher that was could only be cracked between you and Steve.

‣ Three gentle kicks to his shin, once more to his other leg, and Steve sighed for pardon, returning the cipher gently to your own shin.

‣ He wished he could openly compliment how handsome his husband looked tonight, ramble how grateful he was to have you in his life, or complain about how you kicked him a little too hard, but that was all well and fine because it meant that you were still present.

‣ Freedom—All of it, the positives and negatives, without the looming threat of a policeman pummeling you and Steve with a nightstick afterwards—because that was normal.

‣ Because that was life.

‣ A life that will pay in the long run.

‣ "Check, please."

𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐃𝐄.

Secret Husband!Steve Rogers who ambled the misty street of Brooklyn Heights with you, the night dew giving everything a hazy look as you and Steve passed through moist air, side-by-side.

‣ "I was brash tonight, Steve. I apologize."

‣ "No, no... you were right. If anything, I was being a fat head. I was out-of-line. I'm sorry."

‣ "You were right too, you know. It's not fair. It's not that I don't want to do anything about it, I really do. I just—it can't be the two of us tackling something bigger than us. Everyone is petrified, Steve."

‣ "I know... but if we somehow all come together in some kind of union, then maybe—we can call for a difference. Show them that enough is enough. Show them that fear is no longer something they can instill in us."

‣ "Like a rebellion or something?"

‣ "Well, if it has to come to that, then so be it."

‣ "You know a guy, don't you..."

‣ "I know a guy."

‣ "Is it Bucky?"

‣ "What—how'd you know?"

‣ "Steve, you only know one guy."

Secret Husband!Steve Rogers who was detoured into a dark alleyway between business building blocks. There was the droning sound sound of night, the low and humming resonant as the city had fallen asleep, all but two guests.

‣ "(M/N), what are we—"

‣ "All that quarreling made me forget to tell you how dashing you looked tonight. You know I especially like your hair combed back like that, Steve-o."

‣ He didn't need much of a hint as to what you were getting at.

‣ Squeezing in between a narrow passageway that would luckily only admit two bodies at a time, you and Steve were obscured from any wandering eyes.

‣ From judgement of the world.

‣ "Steve, you ought-ta listen to me more. Blue polka dots look darling on you."

‣ "If I recall correctly, you were the one who wanted me to wear a pink tie, darling."

‣ "Pink would've made me sauced my pants..."

‣ "You. Are. So. Vulgar."

‣ Shadows cast over his squashed body against yours, the moonlight only lighting the parts that mattered the most right now.

‣ The laughter that left your mouth after each peck Steve would grace you with.

‣ The lips that had him feeling withdrawal symptoms after an unbearable few hours of watching you lick sauce off your lips.

‣ The hand that tug Steve closer by his tie.

‣ The eyes that drew Steve in closer, until the tip of his nose touched yours.

‣ "Have I told you how much I love my cologne on you, darling?"

‣ "Have I told you how much I prefer your cologne rubbing off on me, as opposed to me spraying it on directly?"

‣ Slowly, breathing, pacifying; Steve's invisible stubble made your mouth twitch with a scratch, one of your many quirks he found himself silently obsessing over.

‣ And that was enough to push him over the edge, and finally kiss you like he'd wanted to since the evening had started.

‣ It was slow, almost careful like Steve was afraid of breaking you.

‣ Steve wasn't expecting this self-restraint from you. He wasn't expecting your hands on his jaw, tenderly massaging at either sides to keep your hands preoccupied while he slid his tongue alongside yours.

‣ He wasn't expecting to hear his own pulse because you were so stubborn in maintaining this control—you refused to summon urgency by vaulting your moans into the back of your throat.

‣ But Steve knew you more than he knew himself. He knew how you liked your eggs in the morning. He knew the perfect temperature for your bath. He knew you from the mole on your back, to the stance when you were impatient.

‣ He knew that if he led one of your hands right here—feeling the cusp of his growing bulge—that you'd give Steve what he wanted, and fall completely apart.

‣ And Steve knew that—by the eager palm of your hand, shoving into his unbuckled pants and groping—he was right.

‣ "Steve—just fuck me right here, yeah? I can't take it anymore."

‣ "Honey, we don't have any slick..."

‣ "Then give it to me raw. Use your spit. The rain. I don't care, I need you—"

‣ Your lips were warm and soft when Steve kissed you from rambling into the void again. His hands were against your stomach and chest, and your moans sent shivers down his spine.

‣ "Christ—turn around."

‣ Against the brick wall, teeth sinking into your forearm, you took Steve in without any regrets. Cold sweat breaking over your skin like evening dew collecting on window sills.

‣ "O-oh, fuck—slowly, Steve—"

‣ You could feel Steve's heart beat against your back, pushing further into you, huffing into your neck.

‣ "I love you."

‣ "I love you."

‣ From then on, you and Steve lived without any regrets.

𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍.

Secret Husband!Steve Rogers who relished every inch of your body; with his eyes, with his mouth, with his hands, with his body, with his being—until you found yourself transported wholly to all different kinds of sensations, and he'd repeat to discover new ones for you.

‣ "You're good at this, you know."

‣ "Humor me?"

‣ Steve was mouthing at your inner thigh, one hand stroking your leaking cock, and the other pumping his Vaseline-slicked fingers into you.

‣ He looked up from his eyelashes, teasing your sack with a lick.

‣ Another lick, because he liked being distracted by your body arching off the bed, crinkling the sheets in the process.

‣ "Good at loving me. You know what I want, what I need—just like that. Putting another finger into me without asking of me if you can. Twisting—fuck—turning me out, all based on how my body responds to you."

‣ "Well, it's not difficult to gauge what you need. Your nails dig into the sheets when it's too much. Your fingers and toes curl when the pleasure's coming in. Your hips roll—when you need more, or a new fix. I'm no magician you're making me out to be, (M/N).

‣ "You notice all of that? That's embarrassing... and here I thought I was being alluring..."

‣ Steve layered his thick cock in slick, capping the tin and tossing it to the bedside counter after.

‣ He teased your prepped rim, observing how the ring of muscle would catch a string of his pre-cum and latch onto it with a clench.

‣ At the sound of your moan, at the sight of you toying with your nipples, at the torn decision between preening—you knew that he liked the sight of you biting your lips—and ceasing his taunts.

‣ Steve's cock veins pulsed, his cock pleading for him to fill that delicious hole before him, otherwise it would live in agony for as long as it could leak.

‣ "I do, and it's not embarrassing. I love how you—mm—like that. I love how you immediately wrap your arms and legs around me when I finally push my cock inside of you.

‣ "Oh, Steve—"

‣ "I love how you call my name, just like that. Say it again."

‣ "Steve..!"

‣ He pressed his forehead against yours and groaned with you. His hips racketed off your ass in a slow, but increasing rhythm.

‣ You held onto him, hands over his neck, anchoring him close until the only way you could have your fix of air was through Steve's lips.

‣ Steve's mind was empty, except for the thought of your hot tongue roaming into his mouth and the swelling grasp your walls had around his loving cock.

‣ "Like that... I love how I can decipher every meaning behind the way you call out to me."

‣ "Fill me up so well, Steve—baby. Can feel you deep inside of me. Ruining me with your cock. Your balls slapping against me, God—Steve!"

‣ Your moans tasted delicious on his tongue. If they were seeds, they'd bloom colorful hybrids of fruits because your love for him couldn't be defined by one singular hue.

‣ You were an array of colors—a prism conjured by the way Steve loved you.

‣ Red, because you were gritting your teeth as Steve had you taking him balls-deep, filling you up to the brim, and stretching you to the shape of his pistoning cock.

‣ "Fuck me harder, Steve—"

‣ "You're taking me so well, darling..."

‣ "When have I not?"

‣ Orange, because Steve rendered you speechless except for a few gasps, with his cock grazing your prostate and his hand over your cock, stroking while kissing at your neck.

‣ "O-oh, fuck—oh, fuck!"

‣ Yellow, because you were on top, straddling Steve's lap and yielding to the nearing high that you both had been gauging.

‣ You took your sweet time to make love to Steve with your body. Hands braced on his chest, combing your fingers through the light hairs, deeply rocking back and forth on his cock after a couple of lighthearted bounces.

‣ You marveled over his well-built body, following the contours of his muscles with one hand while silently admiring his broad chest, perky nipples, and wide shoulders with your tongue.

‣ The smell of aftershave on him was infectious when you came up for a brief kiss. You kissed at his lips, then his chin, licking at the short blades of stubble before pulling away to preen again.

‣ Your back straightened and you spread your thighs apart for Steve to get a good look at how hard he was making you.

‣ Your cock throbbed, swollen a pronounced shade at the tip, bouncing to the rhythm of your hips, all while you devoted your mouth and tongue to Steve's thick fingers, suckling and laving your tongue over every digit, every vein, every knuckle—thanking him for opening you up so well with the slick of your saliva.

‣ Steve was absolutely keen on watching you worship him with one hand tucked behind his head, the other stroking your cock when he would finish appraising your body with a couple of fond strokes.

‣ "God, look at you. You're so beautiful. I could do this all day, watching you ride every vein on my cock..."

‣ Green, because you built up enough energy to reverse your straddle and take the lead for once. You wanted Steve to see all parts of your body, especially the asset that had been drawing out those glorious moans deep from his gut.

‣ You knew it was a pretty sight that would teeter Steve closer to the edge.

‣ Sweat ran over the plump mounds of your ass as you were propped up on your forearms, slamming down onto his thick cock.

‣ Skin rippled when your ass repeatedly hit his groin, and then prickled, when Steve grabbed a handful of your sweaty flesh out of pure enchantment before swatting it as a stimulus to your slowing hips.

‣ "How's the view?"

‣ "Stunning..."

‣ Blue, because your body was covered in shivers from the way Steve had captured you into his arms and pummeled icicles into you from behind.

‣ Kneeling upright, Steve had embraced you tightly, supporting your core with a flat palm while simultaneously engaging his, thrusting into you.

‣ His hand was around your throat to feel every vibration that would squeeze from your throat and then pour into his mouth like a saucer of milk as he swallowed your sweet moans.

‣ Like Steve's cock, his other hand was equally uncompromising. He squeezed into the pulsating veins of your cock, stroked your shaft, and teased your glans with a thumb.

‣ When you sank back into the dip of his hips, Steve would propel you forward with a strong thrust, forcing you to fuck his closed fist in midst as he held you from ever retreating back on all fours.

‣ He loved that dazed look on your face. Wide-eyed like a deer in headlights. Flushed like how you were abashed by his compliments to your novice cooking, yet only a hundred times worse.

‣ He also loved the way he had fucked you into being inarticulate, muttering a slurry of words—warnings of you coming soon, Steve would later learn after turning his ears up.

‣ "Steve, stop, stop—I'm going to c-come—seriously—"

‣ "Come for me, (M/N). I want to see you stain the bed. Want to see you come because of me. Only me. Want you to drench my fist and—Christ, there we go..."

‣ Violet, because you were red, and Steve was blue.

‣ You spilled heavily over his fist, shooting large, thick ropes of cum over the bed sheets. The sound of the cum splatters making your cheeks run hotter than the warmth drawing out of you.

‣ Each spurt shot further and further the harder Steve pounded into you and milked your orgasm with unrelenting strokes to your shaft.

‣ His thighs slapped into yours, resonating the bedroom with a sharp thunder that was sure to wake up the tenants.

‣ His cock punctuated deep into your guts, hard and sweet against your prostate.

‣ You cried out as Steve battered your insides with his cock, with his undying love for you. Biting into your shoulder to contain his groans, but Steve had enough of this restraint, of constantly holding himself back.

‣ He growled behind your ear, filtering out the resentment society had instilled in his body as he let his grunts loose, replacing that bitter feeling with the antithesis of knowing that he wanted to live life to the fullest.

‣ With a house that grew oranges alongside your apples.

‣ Steve thrusted harder.

‣ With an indifferent cat that couldn't care less about your torn shoelaces.

‣ Your moans hitched at the sharp snap of his hips, his cock digging somehow deeper into your guts when he pushed you lower into his groin.

‣ With a fulfilling life that was lived without regret.

‣ Steve felt himself come undone upon the last thrust. Every fiber of his muscle unraveling like pointe shoes after intense wear.

‣ He held you tight as he shuddered against your, his pulse anchored and soothed by the palm of your head on his cheek, stroking him affectionately.

‣ Silken white, he spilled his hot seed deep inside of you, weakly propagating the warmth from the outer rim of your raw, swollen hole, then to the deep depth of your walls and prostate, milking himself until he was jelly in the legs, until you were creamed, from inside and out, with his thick cock.

‣ You and Steve shared one more kiss, another breath, heaving and panting like you two had never kissed before, before his stance eventually gave out and made him collapse over your body.

‣ "Think—I might bump the restaurant earlier up a few spots, (M/N)..."

‣ "Why's that?"

‣ "Must've put some kind of aphrodisiac in that spaghetti... I'm deeply spent."

‣ "I disagree. It must've been that couple! I told you it was all about the experience—that je ne sais quoi that I've been talking—"

‣ "You really aren't going to stop saying that, are you?"

‣ "Shouldn't have fixed my radio if you knew you were going to be disappointed, Steve."

‣ "That's where you're wrong. If you think anything about you is disappointing to me, then I'm not being a great husband, am I?"

‣ "Well, look at you being all sappy tonight."

‣ "Too much?"

‣ "Never too much. I'm far too gone to ever think otherwise, Steve-o."

‣ "Me too, darling. Me too."

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