Summary:(First Responder!AU) Moving to Los Angeles and living with your brother, Thor, was never part of your plan nor was being a 9-1-1 dispatcher, but plans change when you are faced with your own emergencies. In your case, it was leaving behind a relationship that wasn’t as perfect as it seemed. Will this be the fresh start you were hoping for or will your past find a way to catch up with you?
Warnings:Angst, fluff, blood, death, major character death, relationship abuse,mental/physical abuse,domestic violence, alcohol, hospitals, language, panic attacks, hospitals, guns, violence, 9-1-1 calls/situations (more detailed per chapter)
AN: This is my first Steve Rogers story, and I hope I did him justice. This story is inspired by one of my favorite TV shows, 9-1-1. There are some similarities between the show and this story, so spoiler warning if you haven’t seen the show or plan to see the show! I hope you enjoy it!
Updated Every Tuesday
Part 1 (January 26th) Part 2(February 2nd) Part 3(February 9th) Part 4 (February 16th) Part 5(February 23rd) Part 6(March 2nd) Part 7(March 9th) Part 8 (March 16th) Part 9(March 23rd) Part 10(March 29th) Part 11(April 6th) Part 12(April 13th) Part 13(April 20th) Part 14 (April 27th) Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Final Part
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summary: just days before graduation, steve finds out about your feelings for him in a very unconventional way
pairing: frat!steve x fem!reader
word count: 1.3k
warnings: consumption of alcohol, wasted bucky, drunken confessions (kinda), a little stucky x reader if you squint
a/n: here is day 6 of my summer writing challenge with the prompt “wait, you think i’m cute?” i actually had a lot of fun writing this so i hope you all enjoy!
The thump of the bass throughout the house faded into the background as the burn of liquor made its way down your throat. Natasha’s only reason for getting so watsed being we’re graduating, bitch! and well, that was more than enough for you.
You’d lost track of that amount of shots you had taken, despite Nat giving you a marker to keep tally, and you were feeling tipsy enough that you finally took a step back, leaving her and Sam to go shot for shot with one another. You had a feeling you knew who would win that easily.
The music around you got louder as you made your way through the living room, pushing through crowds of people dancing, trying to get to the hallway on the other side where you knew the bathroom was. You tried to catch a glimpse of one of your friends as you waded through the party, but didn’t spy the tall blond anywhere. It didn’t surprise you - Steve wasn’t the party person despite being the president of his frat.
Finally, you emerged on the other side of the dance floor unscathed, stepping into the surprisingly empty bathroom, and made a mental list of the places Steve could be hiding as you washed your hands and fixed your hair.
Staring in the mirror, you took in your glossy eyed reflection and tried to splash some water on your face to sober yourself up. No matter the celebration, you had a feeling you would need to be a little more stable on your feet tonight.
As you opened the bathroom door, you ran right into the chest of Bucky, who looked even more drunk than you did.
“Hey, Y/N!” he shouted over the music, wrapping you in a hug. “Stevie’s lookin’ for ya.”
His words were slurred, and you were honest to god impressed that he was even able to stand on his own. For his own good, you slung an arm around his waist and tried to herd him towards the stairs toward his bedroom; but he wasn’t having any of that.
“Jus’ gotta pee, hold on.” He, as gently as a man so drunk could, removed your arm from his body and walked into the bathroom, clumsily closing the door behind him. You winced as you heard a crash on the other side, and debating the risk of opening the door to help him out.
You had just grabbed the doorknob, deciding that seeing one of your oldest friend’s dicks was worth it if he didn’t give himself a concussion, when a much larger hand covered yours, and you turned to see Steve.
“I promise you don’t want to do that.” His voice was a little husky, as if he had been shouting all night, and a shiver ran through you at the sound. Stupid drunk brain. “He’s pretty messy tonight. I was looking for you and ended up babysitting him instead. I blame the drinking game Nat came up with.”
“You mean the one where she bets she can out drink every one of your frat brothers and four years later they still don’t believe her?”
“That’s the one.” You both laughed, then stopped when another crash came from the bathroom. “Maybe we should help him, huh?”
Steve opened the door to find Bucky with his pants around his ankles, sitting in the bathtub. Thankfully, his underwear was still on, so he wasn’t exposing himself - though you were sure that wouldn’t have been a first for Steve - and the two of you managed to get him on his feet with his pants back on before Steve practically carried him to his room.
The two of you worked together to get Bucky changed and tucked into bed, and by the time you had coaxed some water into him, you were swaying on your feet. Bucky, somehow, noticed and pulled you into the bed with him.
“Aw, sweetheart, you needa lay here with me. You’re drunk as a skunk, too.” He wrapped his arms around you and you swore, even in the dim light of the room, that Steve’s jaw clenched. “C’mon, Stevie, you can join. I know you wanna.”
You laughed at that, even as Steve stood rigid, and your still tipsy brain was having trouble coming up with reasons for why that was a terrible idea. You must have really lost track of those shots, because the drunk part of you was screaming shoot your shot! even as sober you tried desperately to stop the whole mess.
Drunk brain won out though, and you helped Bucky pull Steve into the bed alongside you. He huffed as his large frame flopped down on the bed, and for a moment you were perfectly content to be in close quarters with two of the most handsome men you knew. Until Bucky spoke again.
“Quit poutin’, Stevie.” How he knew that Steve was pouting when his eyes were closed and his face was buried in your neck was a mystery to you. “You’ve been waitin’ for this day for forever.”
That sent a jolt to your brain. “What?”
“Don’t act surprised either, Y/N,” Bucky continued. “As if you haven’t been talking about how cute Steve is since freshman year.” He drug out the cutein a sing-songy way, and you felt your face heat, especially since he was exactly right.
“Wait, you think I’m cute?” Steve wasn’t hunkered down beside you anymore. Instead, he was sitting up, looking at you like you were a whole new person.
You groaned, wishing you could choke Bucky for outing you. You had spent this long hiding your huge crush on Steve, just for him to ruin it days before you all graduated. No matter that he had been telling you that Steve felt the same for years, and you had ignored him every time. Mostly due to the fact that he also told you that he was in love with you from time to time, so you weren’t inclined to believe a word he said.
“Yeah, whatever, don’t make a big deal about it.” You rolled your eyes, and he gently flicked you in the forehead.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me. You’re telling me Bucky hasn’t been lying for the last four years?” He scrubbed a hand down his face, both exasperated and amused.
“What has he said?”
“That you liked me and have been pining for me for years.” You almost rolled your eyes again, then thought better of it. “He always followed it up with suggesting we form a throuple, so I always figured he was joking around. Fucker.”
You both stared adoringly at him, a laugh escaping you as he smiled innocently, still with his entire body folded into yours, obviously pleased with himself. He didn’t say anything, just wrapped his arm across your body and Steve’s, pulling you all together.
“I can’t believe we’ve wasted four years,” you whispered as you realized how close he had gotten to you, his lips only a breath away as he laid beside you again.
“I don’t want to waste any more.” You breath caught in your throat, and his lips just barely brushed yours when Bucky let out a deafening snore. You jerked back from Steve, then felt a wet spot on your neck.
“He just drooled on me.” You wiped the spit on Bucky’s comforter, tempted to yank on his hair to wake him up to give him a piece of your mind, but Steve stopped you before you could.
“He’s not letting either one of us go,” he gestured to the arm that was still tightly holding the two of you. “May as well let him sleep it off.”
“We’re not done here,” you practically accused.
He pinched your cheek, affectionate and beaming. “No, we certainly are not.”
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summary: when your boyfriend breaks up with you, you ask steve to take his place for a couple’s dance class
pairing: steve x fem!reader
word count: 1.6k
warnings: modern au, best friends to lovers trope, reader is a dancer but that’s only mildly important, angst if you really squint but mostly cute idiots in love, i stole a side character from kathie <3
a/n: here is day 4 of my summer writing challenge with the prompts “are you doubting my acting skills?” + “i told you i’m not good at dancing.” sorry this is a few days late, but i hope you all enjoy it!!
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Your chest heaved as you finished the last of your routine, looking at yourself in the wall of mirrors. You didn’t notice the door to your studio open, too focused on calming your breathing, when the music turned off abruptly.
You spun towards the door to find Greta there, arms crossed and judging, as she was prone to do. It took all the willpower you had not to roll your eyes at the sight of her.
“I expect you’re still coming to my class tomorrow? Or have you forgotten?” The look on her face told you that she very much knew you had forgotten, not that you would dare admit that.
She had been pressuring you to do her ballroom dancing class for couples since she started it several months before, and you always managed to dodge her because you knew your boyfriend would hate it. You finally got him to agree a few weeks ago, just for him to break up with you days later. Asshole.
You had been more focused on other things - like finding a place to live and lightly mourning the end of your two year relationship - to remember that the class was this week. And Greta would never let you live it down if you bailed, especially if it was because you got dumped.
“Of course I’ll be there.” You forced a smile as you made your way to the side of the room where your bag was, trying to get your stuff together as quickly as possible and make an escape. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
She simply hummed disapprovingly, as if she could sense you were lying, but you managed to slip by her and out of the room before she could call you out.
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“Steve? Are you home?” you called as you soon as you opened the door to his - yours too, now, he would remind you - apartment. Your best friend had been gracious enough to give you his spare room after Quentin broke up with you, no small feat since he had just managed to get his own place less than a year before.
You set your bag down by the front door, slipping your shoes off beside it, and headed into the living room where you figured Steve would be.
You were right, and he was sitting on his usual side of the couch with a book, looking as relaxed as ever. He looked up as you entered the room, and his smile once he saw you was enough to make your heart skip a beat.
There was a reason you had argued so much when he offered his spare room to you: you were stupidly in love with him. Which made what you had to ask of him that much harder.
“Hey,” he said, still smiling at you as if you were the only person in the world. “How was practice?”
“It was good.” You sat down next to him on the couch, nervously playing with a loose string on your t-shirt. “Greta stopped by as I was leaving.”
He made a face at that, knowing how much she grated your nerves. You had complained enough about her that he disliked her by association, despite never meeting her before.
“I need a favor,” you said in a rush, afraid that you would chicken out if you didn’t ask now.
He must have heard the slight panic in your voice, because he folded the corner of his page and set the book down on the coffee table, giving you his full attention.
“I need you to come to her dance class with me tomorrow.”
He laughed out loud, leaning back into the couch with a hand laid on his chest, as if you had just told the funniest joke he had ever heard. It wasn’t until he calmed down enough to look at you - and the pained expression on your face - that he realized you were not, in fact, joking.
“Oh, you’re serious,” he said, still out of breath from his laughing fit. You nodded grimly, knowing you weren’t even close to done with the favor you were asking. “You know I’m a shit dancer, Y/N. Are you sure you want me to embarrass you like that?”
“Well, that’s not all I’m asking.” You shifted so you were facing him, forcing your hands to still in your lap. “She doesn’t know Beck and I broke up, so she’s expecting me to show up with my boyfriend. And I know she’ll do the whole judgy thing she does if I show up alone, because then I won’t have a partner and it’ll be a mess and -”
“Hey,” he cut off your rambling before you could actually get on your knees and beg. “So you… what? Want me to be your pretend boyfriend for tomorrow?”
It sounded ridiculous, when he put it like that. “I know it’s a huge ask, but it’ll only be a couple hours and you won’t really have to do anything besides dance with me like we haven’t known each other since we were in diapers.”
“Are you doubting my acting skills?” he asked with another laugh, and for some reason the words cut to your heart. Of course it would be acting for him; for you, it would be a test of your willpower not to spill your guts to your best friend that you were hopelessly in love with him, and had been for years.
You shoved his shoulder, laughing off the nerves and the hurt. “Of course not. You were great in Shrek the Musical in the eighth grade”
“Hey, don’t knock my role as Donkey, okay? But alright, I’ll do it.” It was a done deal, then, and he stood up from the couch and headed to the kitchen, ruffling your hair as he passed behind you.
Those acting skills were definitely going to be needed.
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Greta looked surprised as you walked into the studio with Steve’s arm slung around your shoulder, and you were more than a little smug at the look on her face.
You insisted that he didn’t need to do anything touchy-feely but he wanted to really sell it, so he made sure to keep contact with you as soon as you stepped through the door. You tried to blame the way your heart rate ticked up on being nervous for the class, but you knew it wasn’t.
Steve seemed totally at ease as you moved to the side of the room, following you through some simple stretches and warm ups as you waited for instructions from Greta.
You hadn’t seen Steve dance since your high school prom, so you had no idea what to expect all these years later. But when Greta finally started, you learned why he had been worried about embarrassing you.
You tried to keep from yelping every time he stepped on your toes, but he could still see the wince as his massive feet crushed you.
“I told you I’m not good at dancing.” He sounded apologetic, but you just smiled through the throbbing pain and patted his shoulder.
“You’re not bad, you’re just -”
“Terrible. Absolutely awful,” a voice behind you said. You turned to find Greta watching your and Steve’s movements with barely constrained disgust on her face. “Why did you bring this oaf into my classroom?”
You saw red for a moment, furious and confused at how she could be so rude to someone she didn’t even know, and you were about to finally put her in her place when Steve shifted his body, holding you protectively against him. As if he weren’t the one that just got insulted.
“Maybe I’m an oaf who can’t dance,” he started, placing his hand on the small of your back and leading you towards the door. “But at least I’m not a raging bitch.”
Everyone in the room stopped moving, and Greta spluttered, at a loss for words.
Thankfully, Steve wasn’t going to stick around to entertain her reaction, and he grabbed your bag from its hook on the wall before leading you quickly out of the room. You managed to contain your shocked laughter until the door slammed behind you, but had to grab onto Steve’s arm to keep upright.
“I can’t believe you did that,” you said through bursts of laughter.
“You’re not mad at me?” He sounded unsure, and you realized he thought he had done something wrong. In reality, you had been too scared to say the exact same thing to her for years.
“Mad at you? God, no. I love you.” Your heart stopped and your hand shot to your mouth, not believing the words that had just come out. You had been friends for years, but neither of you were the type to freely say that. He had to know you meant it as more than a friend, and you had just ruined everything.
“You… love me? Like, as a friend or?” He trailed off, obviously at a loss for words. You could spin it, say of course, as just a friend, are you crazy? but you were never a good liar.
“No, not as a friend. I’m in love with you, Steve. I have been for a while, I just -” You were cut off by his arms wrapping around your body, lifting you off the ground and spinning you as easily as a ragdoll.
Once you were back on your own two feet, you looked up to see that sparkle in his eyes he reserved just for you, and for the first time, you recognized the love that shone there.
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Okay, here is my current WIP, which is the 7th chapter of Beauty and the Beast. So here’s a snippet for y’all. I still have sooo much to finish in this chapter, and then this story, but I have been able to work on it a bit here and there, so that’s a step in the right direction at least! Here’s to hoping I can get this chapter done and posted soon!
(Please ignore any mistakes in this, I haven’t even attempted to edit or proof it yet!)
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“Are you endeavouring to break every damn item in my house or?” He growls, and for once you can hear that he is clearly frustrated. So, it looks like he can, in fact, show a few basic emotions after all, though you kinda wish he hadn’t shown any at all. You’d like to go back to aloof and disinterested beast-man right about now, as odd as that is to want. At least if he was aloof, you’d know he wasn’t entirely enraged. Because frustrated is only a step below angry, which is then only a step below pissed the fuck off. And that’s two, too many steps close to pissed the fuck off for your comfort, ornerves.
“I-I apologize, Sir,” you quickly stutter out, as sincerely as you can while the nerves and embarrassment of not only being caught dancing around like a fool, but also having broken one of his belongings directly in front of him, run wild throughout your body. “You,” you trail off not wanting to continue on with ‘startled me’, as you realized those next words would have most likely sounded like you trying to pin the blame on him. And you very much did not want to do that. At least not to his face.
“I,what?” He questions lowly, deadly, clearly trying to prompt you into inserting your own foot in your damn mouth. And ha! Joke’s on you, assface! Because while you may not be the brightest bulb in the box, you do still have a few functioning brain cells left. At least enough to know finishing that sentence at any length will not end well for you.
“Are home,” you fill in awkwardly instead, and far too loudly at that. But rather than just leaving it there, you stupidly continue on, “Welcome home, Sir. I hope your trip was fruitful.” Ugh. Fruitful? You imbecile.
“It was,” he grunts, “until I returned home to witnessed you using a 3 million dollar vase as a fake microphone.” He pauses, probably to allow you a moment to let what he just said sink in. And once it does, you gasp quietly, because—3 million fucking dollars?! Why the hell would anyone leave a 3 million dollar freaking vase just laying around where idiots—you, you’re the idiot—could easily shatter it by accident!? “A vase you then promptly destroyed,” he adds in gruffly, as if you hadn’t already fucking realized this. And freaking thanks for that one, Tips! Uuuugh.
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Tagging: WHOEVER WANTS TO DO THIS, JUST DOOO IT! And say I tagged you, I’ll pretend like I did and no one will be the wiser! ♀️
Older! Dark! Church guy! Steve Rogers x Innocent! Naive! Preachers daughter! Reader
Warnings: Age gap, Dark, manipulation, dub con, fingering, oral (fem receiving), Talks of god, talks of praying, talks of courtship. Steve is hardcore manipulative I’m serious, reader is hardcore innocent, groping, innocent kink (is that a thing???), praise kink. I think that’s all? Idk let me know if I’m missing something. 18+ only minors will be blocked
Aswell as a song along with a character and I’ll write a one shot
I’ve been holding my breath
I’ve been counting to ten
Over something you said
I’ve been holding back tears
While you’re throwing back beers
I’m alone in bed
I know this isn’t good . I know it’s not good for me I cant help my eyes from stinging tho . I’ve tried to get close to him . I’ve tired god knows I’ve tried .
Andy Barben
The bed room had a heavy silent as he down the last of his drink as I read my book . It had been a ruf day once again for him . Well at least I think he has barely said a word . No kiss when he come in from work .and went straight for the beer
However as I think about it. It’s been like that for while . As my heart stings yearning for my husband who has made it clear time and time although not saying the words you could tell he didnt for you . Well at least not anymore .
You know I, I’m afraid of change
Guess that’s why we stay the same
Its been like this for a while . You see I think the problem is we got to comfortable with eachother . After four years of marriage and nearly a decade of being with each we did the same thing.
But I dont want it to change . I love him . Oh I love him .
I just …
I dont think he loves me anymore
So tell me to leave, I’ll pack my bags, get on the road
Find someone that loves you better than I do, darling, I know
‘Cause you remind me every day, I’m not enough, but I still stay
See I knew from the beginning I’d never be enough for Andy I mean look at him . He has always been successful. He is always kind and loving. I also knew I was lucky to have him.
But I never felt good enough for him . But I tried to be .
I mean he use to tell me all the time he loved me and I could see it in his eyes . But now I know when he says it he shares those words with another and he means them alot more with her
Feels like a lifetime
Just tryna get by
While we’re dying inside
I’ve done a lot of things wrong
Loving you being one
But I can’t move on
Although I know what Andy has been doing with the new lawyer in his firm I could never bring myself to say anything as i was dying inside . I tried god I tired .
But what’s the point when your the only one loving in the relationship . I love Andy with everything in me . I do anything for him.
But you see that’s the problem I’ve been doing that for to long now .
You know I, I’m afraid of change
Guess that’s why we stay the same
That’s why its stayed the same. Me at home with my work while he went to his work with her . I just hope he loves her because its killed me
So tell me to leave,I’ll pack my bags, get on the road
As andy made his way into the bed he turned his back from me once again . I put my head on my pillow facing his back . I wish he would hold me one more time
“Night love ” I spoke softly in the dark of the room
“Night ” was his short response
“I love you andy ” a single tear rolled down my cheek .
“Love ya ” he shifted around before closing his eyes with a deep breath as I tried hold in my sob .
Unknowing to him my bags where packed my clothes gone from my closet waiting under the stairs with papers waiting for him on the kitchen table
Find someone that loves you better than I do, darling, I know
I just hope. He loves her and is happy with her . Because I love him and for him I cant see him die inside everytime I’m near him or tell him a love him when he wants to be with her
'Cause you remind me every day, I’m not enough, but I still stay
The daily reminder I was never enough . After 10 or so years I finally decided not to stay .
When I heard to soft snores after 20 minutes or so I slowly got up . My shoes under the bed along with a shirt and leggings. I quickly changed and made my way to the bedroom door .
But not before I stood in front of the man I love. I love at him not in a creepy way but loving. See his cheated but I know hes a good man I just wasnt enough . I never deserved a man like him.
I looked at every detail . From his breaded checks covering his freckle to his soft brown curls on top of his head . I slowly lowered my head until I place a kiss on his cheek . Taking a deep breath
If you want me to leave, then tell me to leave, and baby, I’ll go
Although he never said the word I knew he wanted me to leave and be with her . He just couldn’t do it him self so I did for him .
So as I stood outside our shared home with my bags and suit case . Where I once hoped I’d grow old and share with my husband and future children . I waited until my uber pulled up .
My cheeks stung from my tears as I turned around towards the door as I slipped my keys through the letter box
A/n I might do another version of this . Since it wasnt what I planned for this song but I came out this way anyway . I like the story but I have another one in mind of this song
Remember to send in a song request along with a character ❤
We could leave the Christmas lights up ‘til January
This is our place, we make the rules
And there’s a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear
Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?
Its hasn’t quite been twenty seconds or twenty year . But long enough for me and steve to finally get our place together. We havnt been here long late August. And our little nest has already seen the change of season quite quickly with as soon as September rolled around the Halloween decorations were up. It didnt take much convincing since steve loved the holiday.
But as 31st of October past and November the 1st came forward I knew my work was cut out of me .
“ please stevie . Pretty please ” I said looking up wrapped up in his arms on the stairs giving my best puppy dog eyes .
“No . It ain’t gonna work ” steve shut his eyes shaking his head trying to avoid your eyes
“But …. please ”
“No doll . The boxes are going up and nothing it coming down . No Santas or reindeer until the 1st of December ” steve said sternly
“But that agesssss a way "I whined like a kid . What can I say I love Christmas well any holiday really
Steve took a deep breath and step away from me . Picking up the box on the floor filled with skulls ,bones and black and orange decor .he began to clime the ladder to the loft whispering to himself "no happening. Not happening. It was literally Halloween yesterday ”
Can I go where you go?
Can we always be this close forever and ever?
And ah, take me out, and take me home
You’re my, my, my, my lover
As I stood there staring at the ground waiting for steve . I knew he wouldnt let me put the decorations up . I mean it November shops are selling Christmas stuff why cant I put it up ! I’m not waiting a month ! I softly yet firmly stamped my foot like a child . Quickly glancing up to see if steve notice he doesnt like it when I’m a brat . But what do u expect me to be like when I want Christmas and his been a grinch .
Yet I couldn’t find it in me to be angry with him . His been so patient he waited months for me to finally agree to a date and then took things slow with me . But when one night randomly in his room he said he wanted a place of our own . I freaked out and avoided him for days until we talked and he said he was happy for to wait for me to make a decision . It didnt take me long tho . I knew steve was the one . He will always be my lover . That’s why I dont think I wanted to rush things but to make them perfect . But the thought of a place all mine and steve warned my heart I couldn’t wait. I ran into the compand kitchen one day shouting 'yes ’ everyone thought we were gonna get married . But no I said yes to a place of our own , where the walls would have our favourite colour and our pictures. Decorations when ever I want . Apparently not
We could let our friends crash in the living room
This is our place, we make the call
And I’m highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you
I’ve loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all
Its wasnt until a heavy box fell at my feet with a thud that I snapped out of my thoughts looking down untill u saw the red tinsel picked out . I smile creeped on my face. Growing as I turned my head towards steve who was at the bottom of the ladder showing of his muscles as he held a larger box on his shoulder . With a final creek he was at the bottom and turned to face me . He had a frown on his face as he was clearly trying to hid his smile . He left the box on the ground and grabbed you with full force you fell over my own feel and right into his chest . His arms circled around me.
“Let’s make one thing clear ” Steve slowly said as his blue ocean eyes glance into mine .“this …” he pointed to the boxes “is only happening … this early … because it our first Christmas here ”
“Yes sir ” I said happily bouncing quite literally up and down with a wide smile on my face untill I was pushed all of a sudden to the wall behind me
“What the h…”
“What did you just call ?” Steve voice was stern yet playful .
“Umm ” my throat all of a sudden become very dry
“Now what do you say and say it right ” steve soft eyes where a contrast to his voice . It’s one of the many things you love about your lover for the last three years . Mainly why you will alway want to be with this man .its always somthing I know alot of people would want and do want . Even after three year and a house with the ring hidden in his drawers I cant help but still feel like he doesn’t actually want me because I know everyone falls to his feet so why pick me . But the though went as quickly as it came as I feel Steve’s lips getting closet to mine .
“Ummm thank you captain ”
Can I go where you go?
Can we always be this close forever and ever?
And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever)
Steve quickly pulled away just before our lips met .
“Come on then ” the bastard had a smirk on his face as he looked down at him .I just hummed as a reply pissed of with me . “Dont you want to to decorate ” he bend his neck till he was eye level with me and did a playful pout . I quickly nodded and zoomed off to get a box .
You’re my, my, my, my lover
Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand?
With every guitar string scar on my hand
I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover
My heart’s been borrowed and yours has been blue
All’s well that ends well to end up with you
Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover
And you’ll save all your dirtiest jokes for me
And at every table, I’ll save you a seat, lover
The sky had turned black as me and steve finally sat down with a cup of hot chocolate for both of us . Mine with mashmalls of course. I sighted finally relaxing. I glanced around the room. Seeing the tall tree and the red and gold decor every way.
“Thank you stevie ” I spoke softly
“No thank you doll ”
My brows raised as I turned to face the handsome super solider “what for … you spend your day of helping me take down and put decorations ”
“That I did love … but maybe next time you shouldn’t let me have so much control over where to put put them ” steve said as he leaned toward and took my hot chocolate out of mine hand . He slightly titled his head up with a devilish smirk . I followed his eye light . Untill I saw a mistletoe hanging down . I small chuckle left his lips and he came closer to me. “It is traditionally after all ”
A small smirk was now placed on my face as I quickly got up and ran to the kitchen “not quite yet lover boy ” I giggled
Can I go where you go?
Can we always be this close forever and ever?
And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever)
You’re my, my, my, my
Oh, you’re my, my, my, my
Darling, you’re my, my, my, my lover
His laughter boomed though out the halls as he slowly made his way towards me . “Ohh really ” he cockly said as he point above me once again. My heart sank as I looked up and saw yet another mistletoe.
“Oh you think your so clever dont you?”
“You know it darling ” he quickly stood in front of me with his hand framing my face and his lips touched my softly .
I softly sighed as we parted I must of looked pissed or sad or angry because Steve’s face quickly become worried. “What’s the matter doll . I’ll take them down if you..”
“No …no ” I quickly said
“Then what is it ?"he softly asked his hands moving to my waist .
"Can we stay this close forever ” I closed my eyes . Untill I heard a chuckle
“Forever and ever my lover , ”
“Really ” I looked up wide eyed .
“Of couse if you’ll have me that is ?” He looked a bit scared untill I placed a small peck on his pout .
A/N: I’m sorry guys I was really in my feels for this one but it’s been so long since I wrote for steve. Based on the song by Katy perry
Your heart shattered. What was worse? That you found out just like everyone else. Not a single person from the SSR bothered to tell you that Steve-your Steve- selflessly sacrificed his life to save millions by crashing the plane in the ice. You threw the newspaper down and proceeded to mourn the life you’d imagined; the life you’d no longer get to spend with him.
“You said move on, where do I go? I guess second best is all I will know. Cause when I’m with him I am, thinking of you”
Your parents hollered at you to move on. That all of this needed to stop because you were young and it wasn’t worth throwing your whole life away on a man that’s never coming back. And you tried, you did.
You tried paying attention, honestly. You were trying to give this poor guy that your best friend Diana had set you up with a fighting chance but it had only been seven months since you lost Steve. You couldn’t help but feel like you were betraying Steve and you couldn’t help but wish that it was Steves’ eyes you were looking into.
You’re like an Indian summer in the middle of winter. Like a hard candy with a surprise center.
You couldn’t help being brought back to a memory of Steve taking you to Coney Island. It was the 4th of July and you couldn’t have felt more special that he wanted to spend it with you. You played games and shared cotton candy. You remembered it was blue because of the way the gleam from the sun bounced off the sugar crystals making them sparkle like diamonds and the way Steve laughed when you stuck your tongue out at him for teasing you and it was bright blue.
Your heart ached.
He kissed my lips, I taste your mouth (I taste your mouth), oh He pulled me in, I was disgusted with myself
Another date, tried and failed. This one however was significantly worse. He walked you to your door and pulled you into a kiss. It was rough and forceful. You cried and ran inside. You remembered how Steve use to always kiss you. It was soft and gentle and made you feel loved. You sat, Unable to help feeling like you’ve just betrayed Steve.
And yes, I do regret How I could let myself let you go Now, now the lesson’s learned I touched it, I was burned Oh, I think you should know
After the stark expo when he excitedly came out of the recruitment office your heart sank. You both argued the entire walk home. You begged him not to go but Steve being as stubborn as he is wouldn’t change his mind. He promised he would write and that he’d make it home to you. You kick yourself everyday for not trying harder.
Looking into your eyes, Looking into your eyes Oh, won’t you walk through And bust in the door and take me away Oh, no more mistakes Cause in your eyes, I’d like to stay, stay
It had been seventy years since you’ve seen Steve. Looking up at him from your hospital bed now, you couldn’t believe it. He was bigger sure, but that sweet face still stayed the same. He sat in the chair next to the bed and grasped your hand in his. Carefully kissing the back of them. His smile was sad “I told you I’d come home to you”. Your smile was weak feeling yourself getting more tired “you’re late” he nodded “I know, I’m sorry sweetheart”. “At least you’re here now Stevie”. You finally closed your eyes, letting the peaceful darkness consume you. Steve cried and gently kissed your forehead. Knowing now that it was his turn to wait for you to come back for him one day.
Warnings: SMUT 18+ only (fingering, unprotected sex), fluff.
Words: 1094
Summary: It’s the one year anniversary with the local florist Steve Rogers. He goes above and beyond to make sure he shows you how much he loves you.
A/N: Well, I’ve been writing on this site for about a year. This is a follow up to my first ever fic Concentrated Sunlight and a huge thanks to @syntheticavenger for giving me a reason to start my writing journey. This fic is dedicated to them because without their follower celebration and encouragement I would have never started posting my writing. A special thanks to @river-souland@sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for beta reading this and hyping me up to post. The STUNNING moodboard is thanks to @dreamlessinparis and I am obsessed with it. As always minors DNI, if you don’t have an age in bio I will block you. Enjoy!
Warnings: SMUT 18+ only (fingering, unprotected sex), fluff.
Words: 1094
Summary: It’s the one year anniversary with the local florist Steve Rogers. He goes above and beyond to make sure he shows you how much he loves you.
A/N: Well, I’ve been writing on this site for about a year. This is a follow up to my first ever fic Concentrated Sunlight and a huge thanks to @syntheticavenger for giving me a reason to start my writing journey. This fic is dedicated to them because without their follower celebration and encouragement I would have never started posting my writing. A special thanks to @river-souland@sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for beta reading this and hyping me up to post. The STUNNING moodboard is thanks to @dreamlessinparis and I am obsessed with it. As always minors DNI, if you don’t have an age in bio I will block you. Enjoy!
You couldn’t believe you were running late to meet your boyfriend, Steve Rogers. You knew he was closing the shop early so you guys could celebrate your one year anniversary. You insisted it wasn’t necessary, but he was persistent. Since he confessed his feelings to you that day in his flower shop, it had been a whirlwind romance. You always had weekly flowers, all the dinner dates you wanted, and quiet moments in the morning when the sun was just peeking through the blinds gently waking you both up.
As you put your key in the door you smiled, remembering a particular morning when you thought you woke up alone, only for Steve to walk in with a tray and the news you both were taking the day off and spending it in bed. A twist of the knob and you were rushing into your apartment to get ready when you stopped dead in your tracks. Every surface was covered in orange and yellow flowers, and in the middle of it all was Steve. He was smiling as you took in the scene and slowly moved to where he was standing, holding another bouquet.
“Right on time, my flower. Dinner just finished cooking and I ordered dessert from the Maximoff bakery.” Steve handed you the bouquet and kissed your forehead.
“Steve, I thought we were going out to dinner. You said I needed to be home by 7:00 if there was any chance to make the reservation.” You took the bouquet still in awe.
“Did I say that? Hm, well it could be that I needed you home by 7:00 to surprise you. How’d I do?” Steve asked a bit cocky.
You gave him the biggest smile you could manage, tears pricking your eyes. “It’s perfect, I love orange flowers.”
As Steve led you to the table where the dinner was already plated, you breathed in the mouth watering scent of tomato and basil and practically moaned. He watched you, smiling as you took a bite of the pasta.
“You know, when you first asked me for orange flowers I thought it was fitting,” Steve stated as he started to eat.
You looked at him quizzically, “Why do you say that?”
“Well you see, when I first saw you it was like you were radiating sunshine. All I wanted to do was be close to you, you practically glowed. Orange flowers seemed to be the obvious choice, they reminded me of the sun.”
You let out a little chuckle and shook your head before looking down. When you glanced back up, Steve’s eyes were on you and they were full of sincerity. You gave him a smile and leaned in to place a soft kiss on his lips.
“When I first came into the flower shop I was honestly shocked to see someone so, well, massive handling such delicate things,” You took another bite of your food before continuing, “Who knew how deft those fingers could actually be.”
Steve let out a laugh and ran his tongue over his bottom lip. “Well you would have a bit of first hand experience with that now, don’t you?”
You almost choked on your food at the bold innuendo. Once you composed yourself, thighs clenched together, you leaned close to Steve and gave him a smirk.
“Maybe you could give me a bit of a reminder? Show me how expertly you can use those fingers of yours.”
In a flash, Steve was on you pulling you out of your seat and walking you over to the counter. He wasted no time pressing you against the cool granite, and pushing up the skirt of your dress. He ran his fingers over your clothed core, causing you to gasp.
“Already so wet for me sunshine. Gonna be such a good girl for me when I give you my cock, but first, let’s get you nice and ready. Need to make sure that tight cunt can take me, right?”
Before you could answer, Steve slipped two fingers into your pussy and curled them to hit that spongy spot that made you see stars. You angled your hips on the counter to allow his fingers to reach deeper inside of you. He circled his thumb on your clit and you felt your stomach start to tighten, his fingers fucking into you quickly.
“Fuck, Steve don’t stop! I’m gonna cum.” You writhed as his fingers continued to take you apart.
“I can feel, sweet girl, really squeezing my fingers ready to cum. Let go love, I got you.”
You let out a wanton moan as the coil in your stomach snapped and you came. Steve’s fingers were unrelenting as he helped you through your high. He pulled them out of you and sucked each one clean with a moan.
“Absolutely divine.”
With that, he led you into the bedroom where his hands softly grasped your waist. He placed you in the center of the bed, which was littered with rose petals, and pulled your dress off. He quickly removed his clothes and climbed over you. He slowly removed your panties with care before unclasping your bra and sitting back looking at you with complete adoration. You smiled up at him, reaching your arms out to pull him close.
“I want to feel you inside me. I’m yours, Steve.”
Steve leaned in to kiss you deeply, every ounce of affection poured into that kiss as he lined himself up with your entrance to slowly sink in. You gripped his shoulders tight, nails dug into the muscular flesh, as he bottomed out. He stilled for a moment groaning as you got used to his size. When you raised your hips to gain some release, he started thrusting into you without abandon.
“God, sweetheart, you feel so fucking good. Made for me, my flower, taking my cock so well.”
You moan as he thrusts harder, feeling your orgasm build again.
“Made for you, only you. Fill me up Steve, I wanna feel you dripping out of me.”
Steve let out a low growl as he quickened his pace and you clenched tight around him, cumming with a cry. His hips began to falter as he pushed deep inside you, spilling into your warm wet walls. He kissed you deeply, chest heaving as he maneuvered you on top of him.
“I love you my sunshine, happy anniversary.” He kissed the top of your head and pulled a blanket over you.
“I love you too, sweetheart. This has been the best year of my life.”
