#Sharon Carter/Male!Reader

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No (Steve Rogers x GN! Reader)

I haven't been focusing on my asks (and I know I should) but this was just something I had to write about. Most Steve fics have a romantic plot, but what if I want to change that? No, I'm not killing anybody but saying no to marriage might be in Steve's book.

Summary: You loved Steve, but you weren't ready to make the big step in marrying him. Others don't understand or merely refuse to accept your reasoning.

tags: marriage proposal gone wrong, reader has their reasons, hurt Steve, Avengers meddling in things

The cozy glow of the living room bathed everything in warm hues, as if the universe itself cradled this moment. Steve Rogers stood before me, larger than life yet heartbreakingly human in the way he looked at me—with unyielding love that made my chest tighten. My heart thundered as he sank to one knee, his golden hair catching the light like a halo. His hand trembled slightly as he produced a small black box.

His smile was tender, adoring—the kind of smile you’d only see in fairy tales and classic romances.

“I’ve been thinking about this for a while,” he began, his voice steady but soft. “These past three years have been the best of my life, and that’s saying something for someone who’s lived as long as I have. You’ve given me a reason to keep going when everything else had faded. I love you. Will you do me the honor of becoming mine?”

The room fell silent. Too silent.

I didn’t need to turn around to know the Avengers were crowded against the door, holding their breath. My eyes dropped to the ring—a delicate, beautiful thing. So perfectly Steve. I could imagine him painstakingly choosing it, probably consulting Nat or Sam for advice. It was perfect. He was perfect.

And yet…

“Steve,” I whispered, my voice trembling as I struggled to form words. “I…I can’t.”

The silence turned suffocating. His smile faltered, and his bright blue eyes searched mine as though I’d just spoken a foreign language. “What?”

“I can’t say yes,” I said softly, my throat tightening around the words.

Before I could even attempt to explain, the door burst open, and the Avengers stormed in like a tidal wave of disbelief and judgment.

“Are you kidding me?” Tony’s voice was sharp, incredulous. “You rejected Steve Rogers? Captain America? What is wrong with you?”

“It’s not—” I tried, but Natasha’s icy glare stopped me in my tracks. Her expression was devoid of emotion, but the disappointment in her eyes cut deeper than words ever could. Even Thor, lovable Thor stood with his arms crossed, his brows furrowed, as though I’d committed some unspeakable crime.

“How could you?” Clint’s voice rang out next, loud and accusatory. “Do you even realize what it took for him to plan this? The time, the effort, the heart—and you just said no?”

“I didn’t mean to—” My voice broke, but they weren’t listening. Even Sam shook his head, muttering something about how I didn’t deserve Steve. I turned to him, desperate for support, for something. But Steve stayed silent. His shoulders slumped, his head bowed, his expression unreadable. He didn’t stop them. He didn’t defend me.

The weight of it all became too much.

“Enough!” I shouted, my voice cracking as I stood. The room fell silent, all eyes on me, but I didn’t care. Tears burned in my eyes as I glared at them. “You didn’t even let me explain! You’re all so quick to judge, to attack me, without even asking why I said no. Do you think I don’t love him? That I don’t care about him? You’re wrong.”

I turned on my heel, my voice trembling with anger and heartbreak. “I said no because I’m not ready—not because I don’t love him, but because I do. But clearly, none of you care to understand that.”

Without another word, I stormed out of the room, ignoring their calls after me. My chest felt like it was caving in, the weight of their disappointment and Steve’s silence pressing down on me until I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t know where I was going, but I needed to get away.

Hours later, I sat on a bench at the edge of a quiet park, the cold night air biting at my skin. My hands were trembling, and I didn’t know if it was from the chill or the lingering hurt.

“Mind if I sit?”

I looked up to see Steve standing there, his expression soft but cautious. His voice was gentle, careful, as if he were afraid of saying the wrong thing. I nodded wordlessly, and he took a seat beside me. For a moment, neither of us spoke, the silence stretching between us. The stillness gnawed at me until I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Why are you here, Steve?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“To listen,” he said simply. His blue eyes, tired but sincere, locked onto mine. “I should’ve done that earlier.”

I swallowed hard, my chest tightening again. “You didn’t stop them,” I said, my voice breaking slightly. “You let them say all those horrible things about me, and you didn’t stop them.”

His face fell, and he reached out, hesitating for a moment before placing his hand over mine. “I know,” he said softly. “And I'm sorry. I froze. I didn’t know how to handle it. But I don’t blame you for saying no. I could never blame you for that. I just…I was surprised.”

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I shook my head. “I didn’t say no because I don’t love you, Steve. I love you so much that it hurts. You’re everything, Steve. You’re kind and patient and wonderful. But this…this is forever. And I need to know I’m the best version of myself before I make that promise to you.”

His eyes softened, though the pain lingered in the corners. “I thought…after everything we’ve been through—”

“Exactly,” I cut him off gently, my voice breaking. “After everything we’ve been through, I don’t want to rush into this and risk us falling apart. I want us to last, Steve. And I need to work through my own fears and doubts to make sure I’m ready for that kind of commitment.”

His hand tightened around mine, grounding me. “Thank you for explaining things. And I respect your decision; I'll wait, as long as it takes, until you're ready to say yes."

I looked up at him, the sincerity in his eyes breaking through the wall of guilt and fear I’d built around myself. “You’re not mad?”

Steve shook his head, offering me a small, tender smile. “No. I love you too much to be mad. I just…I needed to understand. And now I do.”

Tears spilled down my cheeks, and I leaned into him, letting him wrap his arms around me. For the first time that night, I felt like I could breathe again.

“Thank you,” I whispered. “For listening. For understanding.”

“Always.”

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Q's 31 Days of Halloween Advent Event Masterpost

Hello dears! Back in March, I decided I really wanted to write a Halloween fic this year, and with inspiration from @allcolorsoftherainbow who did an advent challenge for Christmas one year, I decided to do an advent challenge for Halloween this year, as a personal challenge to myself. My friend, my sibling/beta reader, and I all worked together to create a prompt list; I wrote a fic for each prompt, and soon I will be sharing those fics with you!

Each day in October, expect a new fic from me until finally we get to Halloween! Most of the fics are SamBucky, and most - but not all - are oneshots. I've separated them out into themed weeks, just because I thought that would be fun. The themed weeks are: Family, Other Ships, Angst and Smut, and Countdown to Halloween!

All fics will be posted to AO3, and I will edit this post to add the link to each new fic as the challenge goes on. As always, please read the tags, summary, etc. because the ratings and content will vary.

Family Week

Prompt 1: Witch - You Look Bewitching - Rated G; 2,042 words; SamBucky and Sarah Wilson/Original Male Character

Prompt 2: Corn Maze - It's That Obvious - Rated G; 2,284 words; SamBucky

Prompt 3: Best Halloween Candy - The Candy Market - Rated G; 1,671 words; SamBucky

Prompt 4: Creepy Object - The Not Fun Scary - Rated T; 3,383 words; SamBucky

Prompt 5: Making Costumes - Con Crunch - Unrated; Incomplete Multichapter; SamBucky

Prompt 6: A Spell - To Make Love Happen - Rated T, 3,504 words; SamBucky

Prompt 7: Making Decorations - Warmth That Lingers - Rated G; 730 words; SamBucky

Prompt 8: Treats - Revenge Is Sweet, but Maybe You're Sweeter - Rated G; 3,982 words; SamBucky and Sarah Wilson/Original Female Character

Other Ships Week

Prompt 9: Trick-or-Treating - A Daring Knight, a Brave Bard, and a Hapless Prince - Rated T; 1,650 words; Kate/Yelena/Joaquín and SamBucky

Prompt 10: Spiders - Irrational - Rated G; 988 words; Sharon Carter/Joaquín Torres

Prompt 11: Group Costume - Ruby Red - Rated T; Incomplete Multichapter; SamSteve and SamNatasha and SamBucky

Prompt 12: Ghost - To Love Is to Live - Rated T; Incomplete Multichapter; Kate/Yelena/Joaquín

Prompt 13: Haunted House - First Date - Rated T; 1,906 words; Shang-Chi/Joaquín

Prompt 14: Funny Costume - Getting Back at Bucky - Rated T; 1,922 words; Kate/Yelena/Joaquín and minor SamBucky

Angst and Smut Week

Prompt 15: Contacting the Dead - Best Friend's Opinion - Rated T; 4,561 words; SamBucky and ambiguous relationship Sam&/Riley

Prompt 16: Graveyard - In Memoriam - Rated T; 3,130 words; SamBucky

Prompt 17: Cursed Object - Finish the Last Chapter, Start a New Story - Rated T; 1,899 words; SamBucky

Prompt 18: Zombie - Until the End - Rated T; 4,471 words; SamBucky

Prompt 19: Darkness - The Good Part - Rated E; 3,197 words; SamBucky

Prompt 20: Vampire - Stay for Dinner - Rated E; Incomplete Multichapter; SamBucky

Prompt 21: Sexy Costume - May the Sunlight Shine on Me - Rated E; 3,462 words; SamBucky

Countdown to Halloween

Prompt 22: Decorating the House/Yard - Something Special - Rated G; 1,817 words; SamBucky

Prompt 23: Halloween Scavenger Hunt - When They Look Back, Will They Call This Their First Date? - Rated G; 4,379 words; SamBucky

Prompt 24: Fortune Teller - If It's in the Cards... - Rated G; 2,657 words; SamBucky

Prompt 25: Scary Movies - Cuddles and Coziness, Being Together - Rated G; 1,151 words; SamBucky

Prompt 26: Pumpkin Carving - The Avengers' First Annual Pumpkin Carving Contest - Rated G; 1,314 words; SamBucky

Prompt 27: Werewolf - I'd Love You in Any Form - Rated T; 3,544 words; SamBucky

Prompt 28: Fall Festival - Birds and Butterflies - Rated T; 8,554 words; SamBucky

Prompt 29: Pumpkin Patch - Just a Couple of Guys, Going to a Pumpkin Patch - Rated G; 1,658 words; SamBucky

Prompt 30: - Ghost Story - Do You Believe? - Rated T; 2,574 words; SamBucky

Prompt 31: Halloween Party - Say Yes - Rated G; 1,703 words; SamBucky

And, just like that, we're done!! Thank you to everyone who read along, commented, left kudos, and sent me encouragement in any form along the way! It has been a joy to share these fics with all of you, and I'm so happy that we've made it to the end! I will be taking a rest for the first week of November, but expect updates to the multichapter fics in this list throughout November, possibly into December? Idk, we'll get them updated and shared with you dears. Thank you again so much for reading and enjoying this Advent Event of mine! Have a happy and safe and wonderful Halloween!

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The Love Letter | Steve Rogers/Captain America x Male!Reader

A/N: Another Steve Rogers fanfic because he is a cutie. This one is way shorter than my first fic and not the best writing I've done admittedly. Anyways, enjoy!

P.S. Stream Short n' Sweet by Sabrina Carpenter 💋

The Love Letter

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: Y/N, too afraid to verbally confess his feelings for Steve, gives him a love letter instead

Warnings: Sad

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Natasha stared bewildered at Y/N, aggressively punching the boxing dummy in the team's training room. With each continuous whack, growing strength with each successive hit, the dent in the dummy's torso grew larger. Natasha observed that he only acted this vehemently if something was bothering him. The last time this occurred was after a botched mission that resulted in numerous accidental deaths and tonnes of paperwork. As Y/N began winding down from his strenuous training, Natasha approached him, already having a slight idea for the cause of his trouble.

“It’s Steve isn’t it?” she abruptly asked. 

Y/N glanced towards her with a questioning look. “I’m sorry?”

“You like him, but you’re too scared to tell him.”

Y/N stared at her, trying to maintain a look that conveyed he was completely unsure as to what she was on about. However, he soon cracked under the pressure of her intense piercing gaze and gave her a resigned look. Sighing, he said, “Was I that obvious?”

"Y/N, we all see the way you ogle him." Y/N's jaw slightly clenched at his obliviousness to his obvious crushing. "The whole team knows, and I wouldn't be surprised if Steve himself did too."

Y/N let out a frustrated groan, running a hand through his hair. He always hated Natasha’s cunning observational skills. But he was aware this time his long-term crush was exposed at his fault. “I just don’t know how to tell him. I mean, what if he doesn’t feel the same?”

Natasha lightly placed her hand on Y/N’s shoulder. “You’re not going to ruin anything by telling him. There’s nothing wrong with being honest. Plus, there could be the chance he likes you also.”

Y/N’s head shook slightly. “I’m not sure how to tell him without completely embarrassing myself in front of him.”

Natasha’s expression turned deep with thought. Then, the metaphorical light bulb lit up in her head. "Maybe you should write him a letter. That way nothing you’ll say will be misconstrued. It's the most objective way to say your feelings for him, Y/N."

Y/N glanced towards Natasha, unaware if she was serious or saying everything in jest. "Wouldn't it be easier if I sent him a text message?"

Natasha shook her head. "Letters are more romantic. Plus, Steve is old-fashioned. I'm sure he'd appreciate it more than some lacklustre text."

As Natasha left the training grounds, Y/N began thinking deeply about her suggestion. He never imagined telling Steve about his feelings, let alone confessing through a handwritten letter. The worse that could occur, he thought, was that Steve would reject him and the entire trajectory of any friendship they had would completely change beyond recognition. However, the idea of Steve being whisked away by anyone else was enough to fill him with dread. He couldn't have a repeat of his emotions during Steve's brief fling with Sharon Carter. Tear-dampened tissues filled his room the week he heard the news – he reached a new low during that time. After his shower in the gym's adjacent locker room, Y/N began devising what he would say and how exactly he would say it.

Walking back to his room, Y/N made a brief detour to one of Tony's several printers scattered around the compound to grab several sheets of paper. He was already anticipating the inevitable drafts that would end up in his garbage bin. As he sat on his desk, cracking his knuckles before putting pen to paper, he hoped whatever monstrosity he would conjure would convey his feelings in a way that Steve would fully reciprocate them.

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After three hours and several tossed crumpled balls of paper in his garbage, Y/N finally created what he thought was the best thing he had ever written. Skimming through it again, he started thinking otherwise and that it was actually really bad. The letter read:

Steve,

I've been thinking a lot lately, and I finally decided I needed to air it out. Natasha suggested writing you a letter, and honestly, I was hesitant at first. But the more I considered it, I realised it was the only suitable option for this situation. I know you're not the type for overly grand gestures, so I'll keep it simple.

Ever since we met, I've been admiring you. Not just for the reason that you're Captain America, but also for what I've seen in who you are as a person. Your kindness, bravery, strength, and dedication amongst many more of your qualities are things I've come to deeply respect. Over time, these feelings I felt for you have grown from something more than admiration – something I never expected.

I've tried to hide it, but I'm not sure I can anymore. I like you, Steve. I really like you a lot, as more than a friend. I know you've been through a lot, so I don't want any of this to complicate you any further. I just needed to tell you how I feel. I value the friendship we have, and I don't want this to negatively change that.

I understand if you don't feel the same way. If you'd prefer it, we could both pretend I never wrote you this. But if there is a chance you feel the same, maybe we could both see where this goes. No pressure, no expectations – just honesty.

Y/N

After rereading it for the fifth time, Y/N decided this was the best it would get. If Steve hated it, then so be it. Y/N put the letter in a sleek dark brown envelope from a stationary set he bought earlier from a high-end arts and crafts store. Since it was for Steve, he had splurged on whatever he could in hopes it would convey the seriousness of his feelings.

As Y/N walked towards Steve’s room, a feeling of severe anxiety washed over him, causing him to fidget with the letter between his fingers. The outcomes of the letter-sending were so polar that he wasn’t sure if his feelings were worth the chance. On one hand, Steve would feel the same and both would live happily ever after. On the other, Steve would downright reject him, their friendship would be destroyed, and the awkwardness would find a way to infiltrate its way into the team, getting in the way of their world-saving. 

Steve’s door came into view, and the urge to turn around and leave became stronger for Y/N. Before Y/N could back down, he heard footsteps descending the hallway’s corner. After quickly slipping the letter under the door frame, Y/N ran in the opposite direction. Whatever was to ensue after was up in the hands of whichever deity was out there.

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The team assembled for dinner shortly after Y/N’s letter made it to Steve’s room. As he sat in his designated spot beside Natasha, his hands started becoming clammy, and his head became nauseous with worrying thoughts. Steve has yet to arrive at the table. Coughing lightly, Y/N turned towards Natasha. 

“I did it, Nat.” Y/N quivered softly. 

“Did what, Y/N/N?” She said in between her chewing.

“I sent him the letter. Earlier this evening, I sent him the letter. God, I can’t believe I listened to you.”

Natasha turned her head, eyes wide in disbelief. Before she could respond, Steve walked into the dining room. The team greeted him, including Y/N whose voice wavered slightly upon seeing the man he so recently confessed his feelings for. Steve’s eyes wandered around the table until they stopped on Y/N. The two looked at each other, and Y/N’s stomach churned. He tried to read Steve’s expression, but it was indistinguishable. As his heart pounded, his hands trembled under the table. 

Natasha slightly nudged Y/N with her elbow. “Relax, Y/NN. Just see how he acts.”

Y/N nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat. As Steve approached the table, he pulled the chair directly in front of Y/N, sitting down with a small smile. “Hey, everyone,” Steve greeted, his voice soft and supple, smiling brightly at the team. 

Y/N managed to contort a crooked smile in return. “Hi, Steve.” His voice wavered once again and his cheeks blushed. He looked down towards his plate in hopes no one noticed.

As the team continued with their conversation – Bruce and Tony bantering about lab tech, Thor sharing a story about Asgard, and Clint making sarcastic remarks near the table’s end – Y/N kept glancing towards. Steve looked relaxed, but every so often, his eyes would also meet Y/N’s, and Y/N’s stomach would be sent into a spiral of front flips. 

At one point, Steve met Y/N’s gaze and held it for longer than usual. Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. He knew at that point that Steve must have read the letter. There was no other reason for the glances they shared with each other, and the slight glint of something in Steve’s eyes. He could already sense the inevitable conversation Steve was about to confront him with in the not-so-distant future.

Dinner continued, and eventually, the team started to disperse. As for Y/N, his heart sank as he remembered it was his turn to wash the dishes today. Today of all days. Even more troubling, Steve had volunteered behind to help with cleaning. Y/N already knew where this was going to lead. With one last glance at Natasha who offered him a reassuring smile, it was just Y/N and Steve left together.

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The kitchen was dead silent as the two men cleared the table, the clinking of dishes and the sound of running water from the sink being the only interruption. Y/N could feel Steve’s presence beside him – comforting and warm, but tonight it felt different. Heavy. He couldn’t conjure the courage to look at him, instead focusing on aggressively rubbing a stubborn stain on one of the plates.

Finally, after what like an eternity, Steve finally broke the silence. “Y/N,” he said, his voice carrying a certain softness that made Y/N’s heart beat faster. “About the letter…”

Y/N froze, squeezing the sponge in his hand hard. He knew this was bound to happen, but hearing Steve’s voice mention his letter still made him incredibly nervous. Slowly, he turned towards Steve, ready for whatever he was about to be hit with. “Yeah?” he managed to whisper, his voice barely managing to make it above a whisper.

Steve fully turned towards Y/N, setting down the dish he was currently drying and meeting his eyes. His expression was serious, and his blue eyes were holding a feeling Y/N couldn’t decipher – nervousness, maybe, or regret. “I read it,” he said quietly. “And I want you to know that I’m honoured that you trust me enough to share your feelings with me. I really am.”

Y/N’s heart clenched. He felt the impending doom through Steve’s tone. Y/N nodded slowly, attempting to keep his emotions in check. “But…?”

Steve took a deep breath, he turned away briefly before meeting Y/N’s eyes again. “But I don’t feel the same way,” he said, voice firm but soft. “I care about you a lot, Y/N, as a friend. I value our friendship and I don’t want to hurt you. But I don’t see you the same way as you see me.”

Y/N’s felt his heart shatter, the pieces were spiralling into a million jagged edges. The pain was worse than anything he experienced. It felt worse than any gunshot or stab wound he ever endured. “I understand,” he said. It was evident he was trying to hold back tears. “I just thought… maybe…”

Steve’s hand hovered above Y/N’s. He hesitated before retracting it, unsure if Y/N wanted to be touched or not. “I really am sorry, Y/N. I don’t want to make this awkward between us. I value our friendship too much for that.”

Y/N could only nod again. His chest swelled with a numbing feeling. He then realised what the glint was in Steve’s eyes. It was pity. “Yeah, no I totally understand,” he muttered. He stared at the soapy water. “It’s fine. I’m fine. I shouldn’t have said anything. It was stupid – I’m sorry.”

“Hey,” Steve said gently. “It was not stupid at all. You have every right to express your feelings. I’m just sorry I couldn’t give you the answer you were looking for, Y/N.”

Y/N could feel the tears pooling near the ducts of his eyes. The weight of the rejection fully settled on his shoulders. “Yeah well…thank you for being honest. I appreciate it, I guess,” he whispered, turning back to the dishes to hide the tears now streaming down his cheeks. He scrubbed at the plates more force than necessary, trying to channel to pain he was feeling towards his hands. 

Steve hesitated. It was clear he wanted to say more, but he could tell Y/N wanted him to leave. “I really am sorry, Y/N.”

Y/N couldn’t trust himself to speak again, afraid his voice would hint at the tears leaving his eyes. After a brief moment of silence, he could hear Steve’s footsteps retracting from the kitchen.

When he was sure Steve was gone, Y/N let out a shaky breath before letting his tears fall freely. He gripped the edge of the sink, knuckles turning white in an attempt to hold himself together. But it was to no avail. He slid down to the floor, back against the kitchen sink. The pain was too raw to hold in. As he buried his head in his hands, he sobbed and prayed that no one would walk in and see his miserable self.

He was fully prepared for the possibility of rejection. But everything in him was hoping Steve would feel the same. That the future he envisioned for both of them together would become real somehow. The heartache he felt was unbearable, and each breath he took was a struggle as he attempted to calm himself down. Was he not good enough for Steve? Was he not attractive enough? Y/N started internally beating himself, trying to find the reason he wasn’t desirable for the only person he could ever want.    

Minutes passed, maybe hours; Y/N wasn’t sure. Eventually, the tears started slowing down and his breathing became more shallow. He wiped his tears with the back of his hand, taking a few shaky breaths before standing up. He knew he had to pick himself up and move on. But for now, Y/N could let himself wallow in his grief. 

As he walked back to his room, he couldn’t help but think if he could ever face Steve without breaking all over again. 

FIN

A/N: Sorry! Hope you enjoyed! Next one will be cute as fuck I didn't enjoy writing this one that much actually it didn't fill me with happy giddy feelings.

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hi!

i’m parker (they/them), i’m 20, and i’ve decided to start writing for my favorite marvel characters mostly out of peer boredom and carol danvers being my sleep paralysis demon.

i write for

wanda maximoff

natasha romanoff

carol danvers

maria hill

monica rambeau

sharon carter

agatha harkness

and more! just request them. i mainly write for female and/or gender neutral readers but i am open to writing for male readers.

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captain america: civil war - my fanfic version

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/EkrjN2H by _spirit_mustang_ (spirittheitalianmustang) un’anno dopo gli aventi di ultron, il 2016, jason ha 16 anni e tu 15, ma c’è una tensione tra steve e tony, e gli avenger si dividono in 2 fazioni, che sta dalla parte di steve che dalla parte di tony, 4 nuovi eroi si uniscono a voi, il principe wakandiano t-challa e un nuovo ragazzo ragno eroe, spider man, che stanno dalla parte di tony, come tu, visione, rudy e natasha, nel mentre ant man e bucky, il soldato d’inverno stanno dalla parte di steve, come jason, clint, wanda e sam. Words: 1031, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English Series: Part 4 of the young superhero and the young agent (the male oc x the female reader) mcu: the infinity saga Fandoms: Captain America (Chris Evans Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/M Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Scott Lang, Jason hill, You, Reader, Wanda Maximoff, Vision (Marvel), Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Thaddeus Ross, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Sharon Carter (Marvel), Brock Rumlow, T'Challa (Marvel), Helmut Zemo Relationships: jason hill/reader, Jason hill/you, Original Male Character(s)/You Additional Tags: Movie: Captain America: Civil War (2016), Civil War Team Captain America, Civil War Team Iron Man, the mention of The Untouchables read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/EkrjN2H

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captain america: civil war - my fanfic version

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/WgYT6dy by _spirit_mustang_ (spirittheitalianmustang) un’anno dopo gli aventi di ultron, il 2016, jason ha 16 anni e tu 15, ma c’è una tensione tra steve e tony, e gli avenger si dividono in 2 fazioni, che sta dalla parte di steve che dalla parte di tony, 4 nuovi eroi si uniscono a voi, il principe wakandiano t-challa e un nuovo ragazzo ragno eroe, spider man, che stanno dalla parte di tony, come tu, visione, rudy e natasha, nel mentre ant man e bucky, il soldato d’inverno stanno dalla parte di steve, come jason, clint, wanda e sam. Words: 1031, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English Series: Part 4 of the young superhero and the young agent (the male oc x the female reader) mcu: the infinity saga Fandoms: Captain America (Chris Evans Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/M Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Scott Lang, Jason hill, You, Reader, Wanda Maximoff, Vision (Marvel), Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Thaddeus Ross, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Sharon Carter (Marvel), Brock Rumlow, T'Challa (Marvel), Helmut Zemo Relationships: jason hill/reader, Jason hill/you, Original Male Character(s)/You Additional Tags: Movie: Captain America: Civil War (2016), Civil War Team Captain America, Civil War Team Iron Man, the mention of The Untouchables read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/WgYT6dy

[lovelymaryj-recs]

Serendipity

Chapters: 72/72

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Captain America (Movies), Captain America - All Media Types, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Black Widow (Movie 2021)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader, James "Bucky" Barnes & Reader

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Dreykov (Avengers Marvel movies), Nick Fury, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Sharon Carter (Marvel), Yelena Belova

Additional Tags: Canon Divergence - Captain America: Civil War (Movie), Canon Divergence - Post-Captain America: Civil War (Movie), Canon Divergence - Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Canon Divergence - Avengers: Infinity War Part 1 (Movie), Canon Divergence - Black Widow (Movie 2021), there's a lot of canon divergences lol ok, Angst, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Fluff and Smut, Fluff, Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Bucky Barnes Recovering, POV Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes Has Issues, Bucky Barnes arm which he will use to.....well you get the picture, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, Eventual Romance, Eventual Sex, Slow Burn, Natasha is your sister, Big Sister Natasha Romanov, Canon Divergence - Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Bucky Barnes Has PTSD, Red Room (Marvel), reader is a widow, Lovers to enemies to lovers, Threats of Violence, Canon Divergence - Falcon and the Winter Solider (TV), not super smutty but good i swear lol

Summary:

Two sisters. Two killers, trained from birth. One, a hero, an avenger. The other, the Red Room's most valuable asset.

After enduring four months of torture at the hands of HYDRA, you're liberated- and pissed. Your sister, Natasha Romanoff, can't seem to understand why you hate her so much. Her friend, Captain Pain in the Ass, is even more annoying, trying to force you to recover with them all in the compound- but all you dream of is revenge. Revenge on the ones who tortured you. Revenge on those who stole you as a child. Revenge on your sister, for leaving you behind.

Luckily for you, there's one other person set on the same path- James 'Bucky' Barnes.

A deal is made and the two of you set off down an angry, twisted path to track down your captors. But will killing them really set either of you free? And will you ever be able to shake away the chains of your past truly, enough to ever open up to each other?

(three parts- pre IW, IW & TFATWS)

//

this is the first bucky fic that I've read lol. i finally gave in.

[skylarinfinity]

sharon: [try to introduce herself to m/n] hey, my name-

m/n: [back away and point his finger towards sharon] i don't need your fantasy woman!

sharon: [confused] what?

tags lists @sonicqaulan @graysonfriggason @thebettermaximofftwins @sloanalistair @acienthazard @starlinggoldeneyes @ortegaolsen @wednesdaywanda @sandwichmarvel @gardenofmarvel

[dreamer-snail-re]

Reblogged Writing Masterlist

Here is my reblogged Writing Masterlist! As I’ve said many times, I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE WORKS!!! This is just to act as navigation and easier access of what I’ve reblogged. If you don’t want to be on this masterlist or want me to take your post down, PLEASE LET ME KNOW!

Complete Reblogged Masterlist

Note: These links go to my reblogs and not directly to the creator’s account. Also, if there are crossovers, the link will be under whichever franchise the main pairing is from.

Updated: April 8, 2023

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Traitor Series (Sokka x fem!reader) by @sokkascroptop​

Love and Monsters

Alive Together Series (Joel Dawson x GenderNeutral!reader) by @fandom-monium​

Custody Arrangement (Joel Dawson x F!Reader) by @clints-lucky-arrow​

​Monsters, Love, and Family Pt. 1 Pt. 2 [Marvel/LaM crossover] (Joel Dawson x stark!reader) by @fanficimagery

Marvel

The children are our future? (Peter Parker x male!stark!reader) by  @iliumheightnights​

Physical Touch, Not Necessarily Love Series (Sharon Carter x reader) by @buriedhatchetcominguplavender​

The Maze Runner

Smoke and Fire Series Part 4a (Firefighter!Thomas x reader) by @writingsbychlo

Stranger Things

Cool audio scene from Rock My World (Steddie) by @cholvoq

Teen Wolf

Instrutable Series Part 1 (Stiles Stilinski x OFC) by @oh-obrien

My Personal Devil in Prada Series (Lydia Martin x Winchester!OFC) by @buriedhatchetcominguplavender

Teen Wolf Rewrite Series (Stiles Stilinski x reader) by @bilesbilinskix​

Stiles drabble (Stiles Stilinski x reader) by @oh-obrien​​

Void!Stiles Royal!AU drabble(??) (Noah Stilinski [like Void!Stiles but not] x reader) by @writingsbychlo

Other

Art is to Feel | A Bridgerton Series (Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader) by @peterpparkrr

Mondo Owada headcannon (Mondo Owada x transM!reader) by @mookoo-writes​

Mondo Owada x Ultimate Tattoo Artist!Reader by @a-gun-with-one-bullet​

[syarina]

My Favourite Blog

• Smut • Fluff • Angst • Dark • Nothing

Kathryn Hahn's Characters

Natasha Romanoff

Elizabeth Olsen's Characters

Female K-Pop Idol Blogs

The Vibrations of Your Voice ~ Maya Lopez

Love At First Sign ~ Maya Lopez

Talking Too Fast ~ Kate Bishop

Alcina Fluff ~ Alcina Dimitrescu

Fight Or Flight ~ Alcina Dimitrescu

Let You Down, Never Again ~ Thena

Teachers ~ Female Avengers + Sharon Carter

Owned pt.2 pt.3 ~ Avengers

Your Little Heart Goes Pitter-Patter ~ Vampire!Valkyrie

Smut Blurb ~ Hela Odinsdottir

Ride ~ Hela Odinsdottir

Change Of Pace ~ Lou Miller

Puppy Love ~ Kate Bishop x Yelena Belova

Why So Quiet? ~ Maddy Perez

Pretty Girl ~ Maddy Perez

Eat Me ~ Maddy Perez

Smut Drabble, Part.2 ~ Maddy Perez, Cassie Howard

Head While Asleep ~ Jenna Ortega

My Confession ~ Jenna Ortega

Just You ~ Jenna Ortega

Whiner ~ Lorraine Day

You're Mine ~ Camila Montes

Owned ~ Tara Carpenter

Infidelity ~ Amber Freeman, Tara Carpenter

Smut drabble~ Jill Roberts, Amber Freeman

7 Minutes In Heaven ~ Jill Roberts

Punishment and Bargaining ~ Madison Montgomery

Scream Female Characters ~ Sam Carpenter, Jill Roberts, Amber Freeman, Mindy Meeks-Martin, Sidney Prescott

Size Queen ~ Jotun!Loki Laufeyson

Release ~ Bucky Barnes

Sub Yandere Steven Grant x Male Reader

Reclaiming A Legacy ~ Amber Freeman

Because I Love You ~ Amber Freeman

Skin Deep ~ Tara Carpenter

Your Fault ~ Jill Roberts

It's Okay ~ Jill Roberts

Imagine Natasha and Wanda teasing Yelena about her crush on you ~ Yelena Belova

Watch and Learn ~ Yelena Belova

Safe and Sound ~ Tess Servopoulos

[redvelvetnat]

REQUEST GUIDELINES

one shots : closed to all requests.

blurbs/drabbles : open to smut requests only.

CHARACTERS

most popular : natasha romanoff, wanda maximoff, carol danvers, kate bishop

other characters : agatha harkness, sharon carter, maria hill, yelena belova (sexual content may be rejected), monica rambeau

CHARACTER COMBINATIONS (x reader)

— restrictions : more than 3 characters + reader

wanda + natasha, carol, or agatha

natasha + wanda, carol, sharon, or maria hill

carol + natasha, wanda

— special combinations : marc spector + layla el-faouly, natasha + bucky barnes

WHAT YOU CAN REQUEST

— genres : smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort

fem!character, top!character x fem!reader, bottom!reader

the completion of wips (wips can be found on masterlists)

— smut : daddy kink, strap-on use, choking, spitting, dirty talk (praise + degredation + pet names), double penetration, semi!public/public sex, masturbation, knife kink

if you're not sure, just ask!

WHAT YOU CAN NOT REQUEST

male!charcter or reader, top!reader, bottom!character

charcter x character (platonic or romantic), real person fic

homophobia, transphobia, or other offensive content

reader or characters under 18 years of age

pregnancy or pregnancy related content (breeding kink not included)

mental health or eating disorder related content

— smut : noncon, incest, pedophilia, g!p, toilet play

— susceptible to change : pet play, mdlg, dark and soft!dark content

[marvelwoman-sugarbaby]

Requests and Asks Do’s, Depends, and Don’ts

⚠️PLEASE READ BEFORE REQUESTING⚠️

As time goes on I’ll update this page so you won’t have to feel the need to ask. Ask and Request button is at the bottom of this page

Masterlist

The Rose (About Updates)

@marvelwoman-sugarbabyrebolgs

Things I Will Do

People I will write romantically

Natasha Romanoff

Wanda Maximoff

Pepper Potts

Peggy Carter

Sharon Carter

Valkyrie

Carol Danvers

Hope van Dyne

Agatha Harkness

Jane Foster

Maria Hill

Hela Odinsdottir

Layla El-Faouly

Kate Bishop

Yelena Belova

Rio Vidal

People I will only write as platonic (meaning I will not be writing these characters in any romantic way.)

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Scott Lang

Sam Wilson

Tony Stark

Bruce Banner

Thor

Clint Barton

Vision

Regarding Kinks I’ll Do

Daddy

Mommy

Rope

Dom/Sub

Legal age gap

Praise

Degrading

Dub-con

Somnophilia

Types of Character Traits

Milf

Dom

Dark

CEO

Jealous

Clingy

Step-Mom

Best Friends Mom

Fem!Reader

Thing I’ll Do For Dark!Fics Only

Non-con

Manipulation

Gore

Whips

Kidnapping

Knife Kink

I will for the most part write fluff and if you ask I will write smut.

Things I Might Do

People who will be platonic. But, I’ll consider romantic

Nebula

Loki

Pietro Maximoff

Angst. The only time I will be doing angst is if there is a request for one AND I feel like making myself and other people feel like shit. When I do post an angst I will also post a fluff the same day so it can make up for the people who can’t handle it. When it’s an angst it will be put in the genre section, there will also be a tw so you know what to expect.

Things I Won’t Do Under Any Circumstances

People

Thanos

Ego

Literally any child of Thanos (that doesn’t enclude Gamora and Nebula)

Kinks

Blood (only for smut)

Piss

Anything like that

Any other circumstances not allowed

Pedophilia

Incest

I also will not be doing any male reader

More Information

When you ask it will be first comes first serve. So if your request or ask is at the top you will be first so everything is fair. If you have questions about people, kinks, and character traits I have not added to anything, ask and I will tell you what category they fall under.

If it is any smut, dark!fic, or certain angst it will be labeled 18+. I will not know if you are 18+ so if you’re not and still read it, well the only person who can watch what you read is yourself. Though it is advised that you don’t. If I find out that you’re under the age of 18 or your bio doesn’t have your age you will be blocked.

I would like to let it be known I write for my own enjoyment. If you don’t like it well that’s a you problem and you can just not read. If you do and comment well thank you for taking time out of your day for reading it. If you send in anything inappropriate and/or something I put in the Don’ts section I will ask if you read this. If not I will request privately that you do, and if you did I will delete your request and block you. If you have a problem with that then boo hoo sucks to suck.

If you don’t choose what type of reader you want between fem and gn I will use fem.

Reblogs are very much allowed, but DO NOT repost. If you find that someone has reposted my content please inform me and I will deal with it as best I can.

If request are open there will be a ✅ right by it. If not there will instead be a 🛑 next to it. Weather or not that is there if you have any questions or want to know anything about my feel free to send in a message. I will look at my drafts as often as possible. If I do find a request that has been sent in after I changed the request to closed it will be deleted.

Finally this is a safe space. Any and all rude actions will not be tolerated. If you choose to be an ass and a genuinely rude person I will have you blocked.

Ask and Request 🛑 Open for the Rose

Please choose a name you want Y/N to have if not then I’ll just come up with something. It doesn’t have to be your name.

[peach-and-bugs]

Single-word Requests: Open

Hello, lovelies! it's been a minute since my requests have been opened up again, and since classes are finished up for me, I thought this could be fun again. However, I wanted to make things a little easier on myself while adding a fun twist. I know similar things have been done, so know that this definitely isn't an entirely original idea.

I found an Inktober list for 2020 that was meant to be one illustration a week and wanted to use it for blurb/drubble/mini Oneshot requests.

All you gotta do is send me a number/word and a pairing and I'll try and see what kind of story I can come up with. But, if you get an idea for the plot yourself, you can definitely add that as well.

rules always apply and can be found linked here.

fics will be 500 words as a baseline

you are free to ask for characters not featured on the below list

I will write platonically for male characters w/ readers and platonically or romantically for female characters w/ readers

Word List (a ⭐ means that I have a potential idea for the word):

Edit: underlined and italic names link to finished requests; otherwise names are for a request in my inbox that will be finished eventually

Fics completed: 17

Fics on the burner: 19

flight - Hope Van Dyne

Shadow - Joyce Byers

Brick

Snake

Balloon

Hammer

Dinner ⭐ - Natasha Romanov

Spider - Olivia Octavious

Wave ⭐ - Valkyrie

Elf

Tower - Carol Danvers

Elephant ⭐ - Layla El-Faouly

Joy - Jen Barkley

Green - Leslie Knope

Red - Jen Barkley

Blue

Yellow - Hope van dyne

Train - Peggy Carter

Praying mantis ⭐

Bubbles - Agatha Harkness

Robot ⭐ - Leia Organa

Shell - Bobbi Morse

Puppet

Lunar - Layla El-Faouly - Joyce Byers

Half - Layla El-Faouly

Eyes ⭐ - Agatha Harkness

Wires - Bobbi Morse

Garden - Bobbi Morse - Agatha Harkness

Sandy - Layla El-Faouly

UFO ⭐

Tail ⭐

Brain - Agatha Harkness

Gauntlet

Balance

Drill

Fragile - Maria Hill

Hats - Villanelle

Dungeon

Fish

Teeth - Wanda Maximoff

Outpost

Chef - Leslie Knope

Shoes - Daisy Johnson/Quake

Satellite

Hurt - Leia Organa

Stairs - Peggy Carter

Yawn ⭐ - fem!Loki - Natasha Romanov

Book - Jen Barkley

Yeti

Trumpet

Gift - Bobbi Morse

Stranded - Leo Fitz

Characters I am willing to write for:

Romantic - ➵ Platonic - ✸

Marvel 

Agatha Harkness ✸ ➵

Bucky Barns/Winter Soldier �� 

Bruce Banner ✸ 

Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel ✸ ➵

Darcy Lewis ✸ ➵

Drax ✸ 

Gamora ✸ ➵

Hela Odendottir ✸ ➵

Hope van Dyne/Wasp ✸ ➵

Jane Foster/Mighty Thor ✸ ➵

Kate Bishop ✸ ➵

Layla El-Faouly/Scarlet Scarab ✸ ➵

May Parker ✸ ➵

Mantis ✸ ➵

Maria hill ✸ ➵

Monica Ranbough ✸ ➵

Natasha Romanov/Black Widow ✸ ➵

Nebula ✸ ➵

Okoye ✸ ➵

Peggy Carter/Captain Carter ✸ ➵

Peter Parker/Spider-Man ✸ 

Sam Wilson/Falcon/Captain America ✸ 

Scott Lang/Ant-man ✸ 

Sharon Carter/Powerbroker ✸ ➵

Sylvie Laufeydottir ✸ ➵

Thor Odenson ✸ 

Valkyrie ✸ ➵

Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch ✸ ➵

Yelena Belova ✸ ➵

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina 

Hilda Spellman ✸ ➵

Madam Satan/Lilith ✸ ➵

Sabrina Spellman ✸

Zelda Spellman ✸ ➵

Parks and Recreation 

Ann Perkins ✸ ➵

April Ludgate ✸ ➵

Donna Meagle ✸ ➵

Jennifer Barkley ✸ ➵

Leslie Knope ✸ ➵

Doctor who

Amy Pond ✸ ➵

Bill Pots ✸ ➵

Clara/Clara Oswald/Oswin ✸ ➵

Eleven/Smith!Doctor ✸

Jack Harkness ✸

Missy/Gomez!Master ✸ ➵

River Song/Melody Pond ✸ ➵

Simm!Master ✸

Thirteen/Whittaker!Doctor ✸ ➵

Twelve/Capaldi!Doctor ✸

Agents of shield

Bobbi Morse ✸ ➵

Daisy Johnson/Quake ✸ ➵

Jemma Simmons ✸ ➵

Jiaying ✸ ➵

Leo Fitz ✸

Malinda May ✸ ➵

Phil Coulson ✸

Star Wars 

Ahsoka ✸ ➵

Captain Phasma ✸ ➵

Finn/FN-2187 ✸

General Hux ✸

Han Solo ✸

Leia Organa ✸ ➵

Luke Skywalker ✸

Padmé Amidala ✸ ➵

Rey ✸ ➵

Rose ✸ ➵

Killing Eve 

Eve Polastrí ✸ ➵

Villanelle ✸ ➵

Stranger things  

Argyle ✸ 

Chrissy Cunningham 

Dustin Henderson ✸

Eddie Munson ✸ 

El/Eleven/Jane ✸

Erica Sinclair 

Jim Hopper ✸

Johnathan Byers ✸ 

Joyce Byers ✸ ➵

Karen Wheeler ✸ ➵

Lucas Sinclair ✸

Max Mayfield ✸ 

Murray Bauman ✸ 

Nancy Wheeler ✸ ➵

Steve Harrington ✸ 

Will Byers ✸ 

The Last Of Us (Games)

Abby Anderson ✸ ➵

Dina ✸ ➵

Ellie Williams ✸ ➵

Joel Miller ✸

Tommy Miller ✸

misc.

Elizabeth Corday (ER) ✸ ➵

Laura DeMille/Madame Rouge (Doom Patrol) ✸ ➵

Lily Lebowski (Crossing Jordan) ✸ ➵

Millie Rusk/MolotovGirl (Free Guy) ✸ ➵

Miranda Croft (The Flight Attendant) ✸ ➵

I'll be doing these casually at random till I either run out of time or get bored, so send your requests/ideas in whenever, and have a lovely day :)

[anika-ann]

Walk Me Home Tonight (S.R.)

Type: one-shot, songfic

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader     Word count: 4700

Summary: Sometimes it’s hard to be in a celebratory mood when all you can think of is that life sucks and that being left on your own to drown your sorrows is for the best.

Sometimes people who care about you know better than yourself and come crashing your party of one.

Sometimes, despite the popular belief, you do realize how lucky you are having been introduced to Steve Rogers.

Warnings: mention of blood and violence and death, mention of alcohol, angst, fluff and language

A/N: P!nk’s Walk Me Home just does something to me, alright? Music video included - it’s soooo beautiful.

*✧･*✧･*✧･*✧･*✧･*✧･*✧･

You stared at the amber liquid, lazily making it roll in the glass with idle motions of your wrist. It reflected the rather soft lights of the bar, an exquisite game of colour you found fascinating enough to dull your mind and muffle the noise of the party.

It wasn’t that you were a party pooper, not usually anyway; just… the timing wasn’t ideal.

Of course, Sharon could hardly move her birthday to make it more convenient for you, less so a party her colleagues had decided to throw for her. You knew Agent Carter for quite some time now; she had joined SHIELD about the same time as you, going through the same tough training. Except unlike you – and initially without your knowledge – she had an image to live up to.

You might even call her a friend, your chest bursting in pride for her when her hard work had finally borne some fruit and she had been promoted to an assistant director of the intelligence agency. Among other things, it earned her a lot of new potential friends.

You were hardly acting like one tonight, much to your own annoyance. But for some reason, you found it difficult to leave your momentary emotional baggage at the doorstep, slipping it off as easily as your coat. You had wished her all the best, conversed for a tiny bit and then happily made space for others, for the forming line of guests waiting to celebrate with her as well.

Then you retreated to your spot at the bar, possibly annoying the bartender, who would have been more delighted seeing some heavier drinker occupying your seat, tipping generously, instead of having you nursing each glass of alcohol for about two hours.

You weren’t even sure why you were still here; you had given up on the attempt on small talk with anyone, apparently unwittingly chasing away any potential company. And here you thought misery did love company – perhaps you were wrong, at least when it came to birthday parties of gorgeous women loved by everyone. You might as well pack up your bottom and sulk at home.

You were stubbornly shushing the voice in the back of your skull, whispering about knowing precisely why you remained in your seat; about feeling less alone here, despite being a literal loner in a crowd.

You downed the rest of the bitter scotch, basking in the burn which it left on its way down your throat, your eyelids slipping shut in content, the noise in your brain falling silent completely for few blissful moments.

“Party of one?” a male voice gently asked, the tinniest note of teasing in it and while your heart skipped a startled beat at being addressed, you felt the burn in your throat slip lower, warming your chest and causing the corners of your mouth turn up just a fraction.

 There's something in the way you roll your eyes Takes me back to a better time When I saw everything is good But now you're the only thing that's good

 “Felt like crashing it?” you hummed in response, side-eyeing the intruder and found a pair of cerulean eyes staring back. He blindly waved off the eager bartender who was about to offer him a drink.

Ah, poor guy. No tips for him tonight.

“Well, I didn’t get an invitation. Looks like crashing was my only option.”

You sighed tiredly despite Steve’s kind teasing. Tonight was just… so exhausting. Tonight. Today. This week. Gah, this whole month. This fucking year--- okay, maybe you were exaggerating, because you were simply crossing the line, moving from relaxed buzzed drunk to a miserable one.

Battling with yourself, arguing whether you should send him to hell – nicely, because Steve was nothing but kind, he was always so kind, goddammit, gentle humour spiced with the ability to become an utter troll, still benign though, that was why you usually enjoyed his company so much after all-… – or call it a night.

Or should you order another drink? Was there a point? You might cross the line to a clingy drunk eventually and you weren’t certain that was a good idea.

It was probably about as good of an idea as coming to a party despite feeling like shit on an emotional roller-coaster, dangerously inclining towards a very bad mood to put it mildly.

You tilted your head to side as you looked at Steve properly, tight blue shirt flattering his supersoldier frame, black pants with desperately needed leather belt considering his thin waist, his blonde hair a mess, gaze fixed on you, observing. Always observing to read people, to anticipate behaviour, evaluate the threat; sometimes simply to be considerate, to… to be compassionate.

Dammit, Steve.

“Must have got lost in the mail then,” you said eventually, offering a weak smile. “Sorry.”

“Nah, it’s alright,” he shrugged it off, the curve of his lips more distinct than yours. As if he was offering to cheer you up. Sweet, but possibly vain effort tonight. Sometimes, things simply piled up and there was no escape. Such was the fate of a government agent. And human, for that matter. “Doesn’t look like much fun and I think it’s about to end anyway.”

“I guess…”

 Tryna stand up on my own two feet This conversation ain't comin' easily And darling, I know it's getting late So what do you say we leave this place?

 This time, Steve actually made an eye contact with the bartender, who eagerly rushed to him at instant. His excited expression fell when he noticed you were pulling out your wallet to close your tab. You didn’t have the strength to shoot him an apologetic smile.

Steve’s eyes were on you the whole time, you could feel them, and you wondered why. Until he spoke again, as soon as the other man left.

“Come on. I’ll walk you home,” he offered gentlemanly, coaxing you into saying yes, possibly unaware of the effect which such tone had on people.

Or perhaps he knew, using exactly that when he was trying to talk someone down, to calm them, gain their trust. The joke was on him, because it was a vain effort; you trusted him fully already. Surely, he knew that.

Right?

Trust was the solid base the team of Avengers needed and since you somehow found yourself with them, it involved you too. The team stood and fell on trust and mutual respect. But it meant so much more – they were friends. They cared about each other, about their well-being.

Right now, Steve was being a good friend and a good teammate.

And you were being exactly that too when you turned his kind proposition down.

“No, it’s fine. There are still some people who are actually able to speak coherently with you. Go enjoy yourself. I’ll be okay.”

“It’s three in the morning,” he pointed out, as if admonishing you for not noticing. Your eyebrow rose deliberately.

“…and?”

“And I’d feel better if you weren’t walking the streets alone,” he replied easily, ignoring the hint of snark in your comeback as you made your way to the coat-stand.

Still walking on the line of miserable and pleasantly buzzed, you couldn’t find it in yourself to be mean to him for such patronizing approach. He had been raised this way and despite his open mind and admirable respect to women, he slipped sometimes.

“Steve, I’m a SHIELD agent basically turned Avenger. I can take care of my-“

“But you don’t have to. And-” He gestured subtly back towards the bar and a metaphorical lightbulb flickered above your head.

Not patronizing then, god forbid chauvinist; Peggy Carter would rise from the death to beat him with his own shield, with Natasha’s enthusiastic help, if he was showing any sign of aforementioned qualities and he was well-aware of that.

Just mother-henning then, the way Steve excelled at.

It brought the first honest smile of the night to your lips. You made sure to face him so he could see how wholesome his company was for you.

“I’m not too drunk, Steve. I had like two glasses of scotch,” you assured him, gently brushing his forearm before reaching for your coat and scarf. “And two beers.”

“I know,” he stated, stealing your coat only to hold it out for you to slip into it.

God, the woman who would once win his heart was about to be one lucky bitch.

Jim has never done this for me, flashed through your mind and you instantly shushed the whining voice in your head. Instead, you went over what he just said, blinking in surprise.

Huh? He… knew?

“I… might have kept an eye on you,” he admitted tentatively, the tips of his fingers brushing your shoulder before retreating and letting you to cocoon in the fabric.

“Why?”

Why would he keep an eye on you? Sure, teammates and friends and all that, but for some reason, you doubted he kept an eye on Tony, the only other Avenger (beside Steve, not Steve and you, you don’t count, a voice hissed in your mind and you winced) who attended the party, not being on any mission at the moment.

Why did Steve feel like you needed a chaperone?

No, that was too harsh of a word for him, you were certain his intentions were everything but malicious, but… why?

 Walk me home in the dead of night I can't be alone with all that's on my mind, mhm So say you'll stay with me tonight 'Cause there is so much wrong going on outside

 The genuine wonder must have been audible in your voice, much like your shock must have been clear in your expression, because Steve seemed sheepish all of sudden, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Well, I mean, I know that you probably wouldn’t-“ he started, only to grimace. “It’s not that I think you’re an alcoholic! It’s just that... you--- and it’s only been-…“

-four days since you got dumped, you finished the unspoken sentence and tried your best to ignore the cold seeping into your bones at the reminder.

One of the reasons why you had been in a sour mood and deciding to drink alone. Your amazing asshole of a boyfriend had dumped you, metaphorically kicking you while you had already been down. Lovely.

“-I was worried. But you didn’t look like you were interested in having company, I didn’t want to be a bother and-“

You pulled Steve out of his misery by placing a hand over his forearm, which stopped the words spilling uncontrollably from his mouth.

He was actually being very sweet and thoughtful. It kinda made you feel bad, because… you weren’t looking for dragging someone down with you. As it was, he had his own reasons to not be happy about partying tonight, but feeling like he had to keep an eye on you probably didn’t help to lift his spirits.

“-and you had to spend some time with the woman of the hour,” you finished instead of him slowly, hoping you sounded at least half as thoughtful as he did and that you didn’t appear to be the greatest bitch, stealing attention from Sharon. “That’s understandable, Steve. It is her birthday party and I’m the one being antisocial.”

You bit down your lip, lowering your gaze, because the infamous worried wrinkle appeared on Steve’s forehead and you just knew he was about to protest and you… honestly felt bad about your behaviour and the welcoming colour of his eyes was not helping to make you feel any better, because of course he probably thought it was perfectly normal to look out for you instead of allowing himself to enjoy the night and- ugh.

“You… you shouldn’t have to look out for me. Your attention could have been fully on the birthday girl.”

Naturally, Steve Rogers basically shrugged it off. Covering your hand on him with his large palm, he slouched to look into your eyes once more. Insistent bastard, no doubt aware of your inability to say no to his amiable face.

“That’s what friends are for. Now, can I walk you home?”

You shook your head with a sad smile, rising your gaze towards the ceiling, hoping it came out as an exasperation at his stubbornness and not as it truly was – you in fact attempting to keep your tears at bay, because, miserable drunk, dumped four days ago apart from other things and there he was, asshole perfect, Steve fucking Rogers, gentleman and friend extraordinaire, caring for your well-being more than Jim ever had.

A twinkle appeared in his eye when he recognized he won and you chuckled, sealing his victory out loud.

“Yes, Steve. You can walk me home. It’s conveniently located on the way to yours.”

He smirked when he shrugged on his own coat. “Happy coincidences…”

 There's something in the way I wanna cry That makes me think we'll make it out alive So come on and show me how we're good I think that we could do some good, mhm

 Once you left the bar, silence fell on you, feeling heavy as did the cold November air.

Heavy and awkward. While you could tell with certainty you were barely affected by the alcohol you had drunk, your steps were wobbly, knees shaky as if you were a baby horse trying to stand up for the first time.

Steve walked by your side, majestic in his thigh-length coat, hands snugged in its pockets only halfway as if he was waiting for you needing his support. It irritated you as much as it warmed your heart.

On top of everything, you would swear every lone person you met stared at you, staring you up and down until they seemed to register Steve’s imposing frame and quickly went back to their business. It annoyed you to no end; it was just proving Steve’s point that you shouldn’t walk the streets alone at such hour, government agent or not.

“I would have been fine, you know,” you hummed, cautiously breaking the relative quiet.

It was never truly quiet in New York City, only rush hours alternating with calmer ones. You didn’t mind it; you enjoyed the city. Sometimes quiet meant that thoughts won the opportunity to become too loud; tonight, for some reason, despite the silence, Steve prevented that ever since he joined you.

It dawned to you then, how ungrateful you sounded and you quickly added “But thanks.” –  a whisper full of honesty.

“Uh-huh.”

Perhaps the silence weighted so much because your mood wasn’t the only cause of it.

Steve was showing you that he worried; surely, you could as well? Because you did, worry about him that was.

“…are you? Okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he asked distractedly, but you could hear the frown on his face, the image of his nose scrunched in confusion painted in front of your eyes even without looking at him.

“Just… today-” you nudged him once more and vaguely eyed your watch only to be reminded that ‘today’ was a confusing term. “Or, more like, yesterday…”

A sharp inhale was drawn at your side and you could sense as he started closing off, putting up his walls so no one would catch a scent of his weakness. You hated when he tried to do that. You would have thought you were past that. You liked to consider you two friends at least.

Tonight was simply not your night. Of either of you, apparently.

“What about it-?“

You sighed, fighting the urge to roll your eyes. Were you truly such a crappy company, an insensitive friend or was there something sorrowful and cranky in the air, preventing your communication channels from tuning to the same frequency?

You were aware what the day meant for him – another painful reminder of what he had lost with crashing the plane in the forties only to wake up in a new millennium.

Though this particular loss – of his mother – haunted him even back in what some people called his days. It was an utter non-sense. Steve belonged there as much as he belonged here. He was brave enough to try and stubborn enough to succeed in fitting in.

“Nothing, I guess,” you sighed once more, this time rolling your eyes. “…Mr. Nothing Can Touch Me.”

The wry nickname hung in the air for a while, the faint noise of the night city washing over your pair. When Steve broke it again, there was a barely audible crack in his voice.

“I… I’m okay. I think. I… should be. It’s been so long. Decades,” he mused, turning his gaze to the sky. His eyes glistened and if you didn’t know him, hadn’t witnessed his walls lowering before, you would have thought it was just the streetlights reflecting.

You knew better. Tentatively, your fingers brushed his, not remembering when his hands had left his pockets. You were grateful for it now, especially when he didn’t retrieve from your touch instantly.

“Not for you,” you pointed out quietly, rewarded by the softest squeeze of his warm hand.

The heaviness and tension you had felt before resolved with the gesture. Something finally fell into place and you were almost you again and he was almost him.

Two figures, carrying their griefcases, but functioning and… harmonizing once more.

“How did you know?”

“That’s what friends are for, Steve,” you echoed his earlier words, sending a tiny smile his way, meeting his glassy gaze. “They remember important dates, good or bad.”

“No one else did. Not that I can actually hold it against Buck, of course... but no one… you…” his voice trailed off as he lost his train of thought – or perhaps he had never truly directed it to the station in the first place.

Your shoulders moved a fraction, a hint of a shrug-off. His hand wrapped around yours tighter in silent appreciation, not showing any sign of intending to let go.

And you were alright with that. More than alright.

Walk me home in the dead of night I can't be alone with all that's on my mind, mhm So say you'll stay with me tonight 'Cause there is so much wrong going on outside

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

His presence was always immense, overwhelming even; yet so comfortable you didn’t have the slightest problem with opening your heart to him, offering it to him even when it was bleeding. And now, finally tuned together, it was no different.

You bared your heart to him, even if it hurt.

“She didn’t make it,” you whispered, voice pained in the dead of the night and he didn’t react, letting you to gather strength to elaborate. You cleared your throat as the lump grew in it.  “Kayla, one of the kids… from last week’s mission. I found out yesterday… she-she didn’t make it, she had too many injuries. Word is that perhaps it was even a blessing. A relief.”

“I’m so sorry,” Steve repented, his grip growing stronger just a fraction, enough to make your chest and eyes burn.

“Yeah, so am I.”

Whatever he heard in your voice, it caused his fingers twitch in your hand, his footsteps slowing down. “You know that wasn’t your fault, right?”

“Wasn’t it? If I was faster, if I-“

Steve stopped in his tracks completely, pulling at your hand to make you do the same and face him.

You closed your eyes when his blue ones met them, unable to stand the urgency in them. His free hand curled around your shoulder, caressing in attempt at comfort.

“Hey, hey, don’t do that to yourself.” Hypocrite, you threw back at him in your mind, stubbornly keeping your eyelids shut, simply knowing that if you saw the sincerity in his gaze in addition to the fervour he spoke with, you might actually believe him. “You did your best. I know that, Nat and Buck know, everyone does. A monster you helped to put behind bars hurt the kids. Not you. You saved so many lives.”

You shook your head with a sigh, staring straight ahead as you turned on your heels and continued your path. Steve, never letting go of your hand, followed reluctantly.

“Sometimes I think he might have been right, you know?”

Peripherally, you saw him frown again and you cursed yourself for drinking – it untangled your tongue and his stupid face made your spill your guts to him, vomit emotion. You weren’t too secretive about your feelings most of the time, but damn, you hated how alcohol pushed your boundaries of sharing them.

“… Jim. He said that maybe I should give it up. That I’m just running alongside you, heroes, pretending to be one of you, but in the end, I’m not even close to being as good-“

Steve’s feet took roots in the ground, his steely grip forcing you to stop – as long as you wanted to keep your hand attached, which yeah, you kinda did.

“I feel like taking a detour now,” he muttered darkly and for a short moment, confusion was everything you felt, blissfully overtaking the anger, the sorrow, the helplessness and the feeling of utter uselessness.

“Huh?”

“Where does Jim live?” Steve spitted out the name venomously and you couldn’t help the wave of affection washing over you. Affection towards this treasure of a man who apparently wanted to punch another human being because it offended his friend. “He has no business saying something like that. Especially if his bullshit actually affects you-”

“Steve, he wasn’t wrong, I’m just-“ you sputtered, caught off guard when you registered the fire in his glare.

“We all make mistakes. But that’s beside the point, because you didn’t even make any that day. I read the report, and I know you, you put everything you got and more into the rescue mission. How can he-“ he hissed, literally taking a calming breath as both of his hands balled into fist.

Well, one of them only nearly, since it was still holding yours. It actually stung a bit, the bones in your hand close to grinding against each other.

“-I haven’t met him many times, but if he said that instead of comforting you after an incredibly draining mission, then I’m glad that that asshole is gone from your life. … though I would still appreciate his address.”

Blinking away the few stray tears that welled up, you forced a smile as Steve’s strict glare found yours. It felt good, seeing his indignation; having someone else exasperated on how Jim had reacted. He should have given you a hug and hold you tight; that was what you would wish for. Instead, he told you to stop complaining and when you accused him of not supporting you, he called you a whiny bitch who should make up her damn mind and broke things off.

You deeply appreciated Steve’s display of chivalry, hell, you half-considered giving away the address just so Jim would hear someone else agreeing with you, but you were honestly just tired. And you had a feeling Steve wouldn’t stay only at words and seeing any more blood, any more aggression would have been too much for you tonight.

Tonight, you… you needed serenity and comfort.

“…thank you. That… that means a lot. But… maybe just walk me home? Please? Could you walk me home, Steve?” you pleaded softly, barely audible, not caring it sounded like weeping of a needy child.

Unbeknownst to you, that was the last thing you resembled in Steve’s eyes. Your imploring gaze, vulnerable and open, it moved something inside him, his anger silenced for the moment, leaving him defenceless, unable to say no. Not that he had an intention to do so. He always had trouble saying no to you.

So he forced his fists to relax, running his thumb over the back of your hand and whispered the only word that made sense.

“Always.”

You settled back to the comfortable silence after that.

 Walk me home in the dead of night 'Cause I can't be alone with all that's on my mind Say you'll stay with me tonight 'Cause there is so much wrong going on

 You reached the Tower hand in hand.

Neither of you released the other. Not during the elevator ride, not when you walked the halls lined with doors leading to each’s private quarters.

You were still holding onto each other when you came to a stop in front of your door; rest assured, Steve Rogers would lead you right to your door even if his was only at the end of the very same corridor.

Standing nearly chest to chest, his eyes bored into yours with seriousness that surprised you.

“For the record, you do a great deal of good,” he reassured you, saying it as if he truly meant it. It tugged at your heart, sweet and bitter. “You’re amazing and you’re the most authentic of all of us. I admire you.”

That claim caused you to chuckle. Now he was laying it on a bit thick, downright exaggerating.

“You admire me? Steve, that’s really nice of you to say, but don’t be ridi-“

Your words died in your throat when his large palm splayed over your cheek, cradling it gently. When the paddle of his thumb swiped over your other cheek, soft smile playing on his lips, his irises bright with a promise, time seemingly stopped along with your heart.

“And you’re a great friend to the whole team, a wonderful person. Do me a favour and finally learn to accept a compliment,” he asked of you in hushed voice, the electric blue and green of his eyes locking you in. “If he didn’t praise you enough for you to get used to it, he was doing something wrong.”

You gulped, a silly association with the word ‘praise’ allowing you to break from the cage of his gaze that had previously had your mind gone blank.

“I’m not a dog to be praised, Steve…”

One corner of his lips – and when did they got so close anyway? – twitched. And then a tender kiss landed on your forehead, just the softest brush of lips against your skin. The gesture, utterly incomprehensible for you, had your eyelids flutter shut.

“I’m very much aware. Believe me, doll, I know. Thank you for letting me walk you home.”

You only nodded at the ridiculous statement – why was he thanking you? – too perplexed at the fact his lips had made contact with your skin. When did you cross the line towards the delusional drunk?

His fingertips caressed your face as he let go, wishing you to have a good night. Too baffled, you were unable to respond until he had already made his way to his door and you suddenly missed the warmth of his presence.

Breaking free from your haze, you acted on impulse, apparently startling him when you called his name out of blue so urgently.

“Steve!”

Whipping his head around to look at you, you felt your heart jump into your throat.

“Uh… are you ready to go to bed or… or maybe… would you like to watch a movie or something?” With me?

I don’t think I’m ready to be alone. Ready to be without you.

Even from the distance, you would swear you saw his lips spread in a slow honey-sweet smile.

“I think I’d like that,” he called out lowly. “Ten minutes? I’ll get the blankets. You pick the movie.”

“See you in ten then.”

You pretended that your heart didn’t flutter, sending a wave of familiar tingle through your chest and to your fingers, as you slipped inside your room with your mouth curled up in a content smile.

 Walk me home in the dead of night I can't be alone with all that's on my mind So say you'll stay with me tonight 'Cause there is so much wrong There is so much wrong There is so much wrong going on outside

*✧･ Bonus *✧･

If Tony found them two and half hour later, closing credits rolling, the pair curled up and cuddling on the couch, you fast asleep in Steve’s arms, and he noticed that the supersoldier was in fact only faking to avoid an interrogation from the Ironman himself, he didn’t mention it. He just whispered to FRIDAY to turn off the TV and turn off the dimmed lights completely.

He hoped Rogers would treat you the way you deserved, unlike the man who now had farts announcing a received e-mail or texts, unable to change it, and a laptop turning on randomly, dead-pale children staring at him from the screen with hollow eyes and in clothes dripping water. Tony would hate to have to hack more tech again just to avenge your broken heart without your knowledge any time soon.

He’d rather suffer watching the two of his friends being disgustingly sweet on each other.

Probably.

*✧･*✧･*✧･*✧･*✧･*✧･*✧･

S.R. masterlist

*✧･*✧･*✧･*✧･*✧･*✧･*✧･

Silent thanks to the person who came up with the word ‘griefcase’ as an alternative to emotional baggage.

Also, I’m pretty sure songfics aren’t supposed to be so long... oops?

Thank you for reading!

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captain america: civil war - my fanfic version

by _spirit_mustang_ (spirittheitalianmustang) un’anno dopo gli aventi di ultron, il 2016, jason ha 16 anni e tu 15, ma c’è una tensione tra steve e tony, e gli avenger si dividono in 2 fazioni, che sta dalla parte di steve che dalla parte di tony, 4 nuovi eroi si uniscono a voi, il principe wakandiano t-challa e un nuovo ragazzo ragno eroe, spider man, che stanno dalla parte di tony, come tu, visione, rudy e natasha, nel mentre ant man e bucky, il soldato d’inverno stanno dalla parte di steve, come jason, clint, wanda e sam. Words: 1031, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English Series: Part 4 of the young superhero and the young agent (the male oc x the female reader) mcu: the infinity saga Fandoms: Captain America (Chris Evans Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/M Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Scott Lang, Jason hill, You, Reader, Wanda Maximoff, Vision (Marvel), Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Thaddeus Ross, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Sharon Carter (Marvel), Brock Rumlow, T'Challa (Marvel), Helmut Zemo Relationships: jason hill/reader, Jason hill/you, Original Male Character(s)/You Additional Tags: Movie: Captain America: Civil War (2016), Civil War Team Captain America, Civil War Team Iron Man, the mention of The Untouchables via https://ift.tt/EkrjN2H