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this is so effing cuteee🤭☺️

Darcy's Chronicles

Summary: Being the school's star football player, everyone knew Steve Rogers. He was kind, funny, handsome, and no doubt absolutely jacked. He basically looked like an angel that fell from heaven . . . that also happened to land directly on top of you, the sport medicine major who was just trying to do her job.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!reader

college au | athlete steve

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GAME 1

You stood on the sideline of the noisy football field, foot tapping and fingers drumming against the water bottle carrier you were assigned to hold. The vibrant energy of the stadium was deafening, and the hollers and screams coming from the stands behind you were enough to make you cringe. 

Your feet ached underneath you, and you shifted your weight onto the other foot, mentally cursing yourself for not choosing a major where you could just sit in a damn seat. 

Instead, you were here, standing in the humid night air and handing water bottles to sweaty men wearing shoulder pads. You glanced over longingly behind you at your friends sitting in the bleachers, making a face when Natasha stuck her tongue out at you mockingly.

However, you felt Dr. Cho’s watchful eyes on the back of your head, so you decided to play nice and turn back around towards the game.

Luckily, you had Darcy to keep you company.

“Tell us what you’re thinking, Ms. Future Trainer,” she said as she shoved her microphone into her face. “Are we gonna have any grave injuries to any of our players tonight?”

“Are you suggesting that we’re hoping for grave injuries tonight, Darcy?”

“Stop being a smartass,” Darcy made a face at you. “Just tell us what you think.”

You swatted at the microphone that she was holding way too close to your mouth. “Well, what I think is that Professor Hill sent you to interview the players and the coaches, not me.”

Darcy just waved you off and turned to her cameraman. “She’s just playing hard to get. She loves it when I do this kinda stuff.”

“Love is definitely a stretch, Darcy,” you rolled your eyes. “Now go scram before Dr. Cho catches me slacking off.”

“Calm down, Ms. Goody-Two-Shoes, Cho’s not even looking.” Darcy flipped her hair over her shoulder and put on her best announcer voice. “Now tell us: I’m sure, being a sports medicine major and a suck up to Dr. Cho, head of the athletic training department, you’ve been taken along to many practices and games this season-”

“This is literally the season’s first game.”

“Whatever, don’t interrupt me.” She looked at her cameraman with a “Can you believe this chick?” look on her face. “Anyways, so, of course, you probably have spent a lot of time with these smoking hot football boys. So, tell the camera with pride, which one of these men would you make out in the locker room with?”

You shot Darcy a look of disbelief. “Are you serious right now?”

She grinned mischievously, undeterred. “Don’t be shy, Doctor. We all know you’ve been eyeing them like a hawk.”

“Eyeing them is literally in my job description,” you shot back.

“Touché,” she replied with a shrug, but leaned in conspiratorially. Of course, the cameraman leaned in with her. “But seriously, who’s your locker room fantasy?”

You stared at her wordlessly.

“Fine, let's make this easier. I’ll give you some options to choose from.” She didn’t seem to mind the exasperated groan that left your mouth. “Option A: Quarterback Bucky Barnes with the bedroom eyes. Option B: Tight end Thor with those huge fucking shoulders. Option C: Linebacker Captain Blondie-”

Then everything happened at the same time.

Darcy stopped talking, which was very much unlike her, as her eyes widened and she backed away. You noticed the crowd got even louder with chaos, and your ears caught the announcers’ voices before you could turn around to face the game.

“Rogers and Davis fightin’ over that ball-”

“Looks like they’re headed straight for the sideline-”

You started to turn, but before you could think, you were flat on your back, completely crushed underneath a brick wall.

Oh wait.

That was a person.

“Holy Mother of- fuck!” You quite literally saw stars as you grimaced in pain. It felt like a semi truck had run over your ribs. You slowly opened your eyes, finding a blurry sight of people standing around you like you were a patient in a hospital bed waking up after a surgery.

However, the most prominent sight was the concerned face of Steve Rogers inches away from yours, whose helmet was thrown off somewhere to the side.

“Am I dead?” You managed to croak out.

He looked a bit amused at your dramatic question- a little too amused for your liking, considering the fact he had just almost killed you. “Uh, no?”

The two of you just stared at each other until you snapped. “Get off of me, you human wrecking ball!”

You heard Darcy cackle somewhere next to you. “Are you getting all of this, Scott? Don’t you dare turn that camera off.”

You unsuccessfully attempted to push him off before he came to his senses and clambered off of you. 

“Shit, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” He extended his arm out to help you up.

“Am I okay? Really? Buddy, you just pancaked me into a fucking omelette!” You stubbornly ignored his hand, bringing yourself up to a sitting position with a wince.

Steve looked like he was trying not to laugh at the annoyance painted across your face, but you could see genuine guilt in his eyes. “I know, I know, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

Darcy, unlike Steve, couldn’t contain her laughter. “Oh, this is gold! Keep it coming, guys!”

“A ‘sorry’ isn’t gonna unflatten me.”

Steve’s lips twitched with suppressed amusement. “How about multiple sorries?” He pulled his hand back to rest on his hips, realizing you weren’t going to take his help any time soon.

“Real funny.” You rolled your eyes.

He flashed you an apologetic grin, re-extending his hand out to help you up. “You gonna sit around on the ground for the rest of the night or something?”

“Or something.” You nodded with a shrug.

“All right then,” he raised an eyebrow with a grin. “Let me know when you’re ready for me to help you off the ground.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to send up a flare,” you deadpanned.

Before he could say anything else, Coach Fury, along with other men in headsets, came up from behind Steve and clapped him on the shoulder, shoving his dropped helmet into his arms. “Enough flirting, Rogers. Get back on that field.”

“We weren’t-” Steve started with a flushed face.

Fury interrupted him as he turned towards you, and you suddenly wished you had taken Steve’s help earlier as Fury eyed you up and down while you sat in the grass, no doubt looking stupid.

“Make sure you're paying attention to the game, Missy. Can’t have Cho’s trainers getting taken out by my boys.”

You nodded quickly in embarrassment, giving Steve the stink eye as soon as Fury stopped eyeing you, though you could still feel Dr. Cho’s amused eyes on you.

The coach shoved him towards the field as Steve looked over his shoulder at you, laughing as you gave him the middle finger with a badly hidden smile. 

GAME 2

“Hey.”

You looked up from the medical kit you were checking over, finding Steve Rogers smiling sheepishly at you, fully suited up and ready for the game, cradling his helmet in his arms.

“Oh, hi there. Are you here to pulverize me again?”

“Not quite,” he grinned, and you tried not to notice how gorgeous his smile was. “Just wanted to make sure you were alright. I was looking for you after that game. Couldn’t find you though.”

“Probably because I had to be airlifted to the hospital after that vicious attack.”

Steve held up his hand in a mock oath. “Won’t do it again. Scout’s honor.”

You raised an eyebrow skeptically.

“Seriously though, are you okay?”

You decided not to mess around with him, sensing the worry in his voice. “Other than a bruised ego? Nah, I’m okay.”

Steve let out a relieved sigh, and you pretended not to notice the melting of your heart. “Good to hear. And, uh, sorry again.”

You waved it off, looking back down at the medical kit you were working with. “Don’t you have other things to be doing? Like warming up or whatever.”

“Yeah, uh, I probably should get to that,” Steve rubbed the back of his neck as he made no attempt to leave.

You looked up and turned to face him, quirking an eyebrow expectantly at his flushed face. “Can I help you, Rogers?”

“Uh, kinda?”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson laughing at their friend, throwing Steve some encouraging thumbs ups.

“What’s with the peanut gallery over there?” You nodded towards his teammates out on the field with a smirk.

“Nothing, uh, they’re just being annoying.” Steve glared at Bucky and Sam before turning back to you. “I just wanted to ask you if uh, you-”

“Could fill up your water bottle?” You finished his sentence with a smirk.

“Uh, that would be nice, but not exactly.”

You feigned innocence. “Oh? What else could it be?”

Steve took a breath. “If you wanted to grab some ice cream with me after the game tonight?”

“Wow! It’s happening folks!” Darcy loudly announced to the camera from a couple yards away. “Step aside, gossip column! We’ve got breaking news right here!”

You glared at Darcy before focusing back on Steve.

“Y’know, kinda like a truce?” he shrugged with a teasing smirk. “I nearly broke your ribs the other day with my superman strength, so buying you ice cream is the least I could do.”

“Calm down there, Hercules. You’re one protein shake away from bursting out of that jersey.”

Steve laughed, and your brain basically turned into mush at the sound. “So is that a yes?”

“Find me after the game.” You smiled at him before pushing him towards the field. “Now go stretch unless you feel like spraining something tonight.”

“If that means you’ll patch me up, I think I’m fine with that.” He grinned as he walked backwards, eyes trained on you.

“Not funny, Rogers,” you rolled your eyes. “Now skedaddle before I unleash the wrath of Dr. Cho on you.”

“Wow.” He was still walking backwards towards his team, not wanting to turn away from you. “You are a cruel woman.”

“Dr. Cho! This man is distracting me from-”

“Okay, okay, I’m going!” He laughed as he turned around and jogged away, giving you a final glance over his shoulder.

GAME 7

You pressed down on the pump of the cooler, water spraying you in the face as you tried to refill the players’ water bottles.

“Fucking cooler-”

You felt a familiar set of strong arms wrap around your waist, and you smiled at the touch, not bothering to turn around.

“Don’t you have some sorta half-time talk thing to be attending to?”

“The half-time talk thing is over, sweetheart,” Steve mocked, kissing your shoulder. “Besides, I had to come over here and save my girl from this rabid water cooler.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you tried to wipe the water off your face with the back of your hand. “Why thank you, kind sir. What would I ever do without you and your heroic abilities?”

Steve chuckled against your skin. “Just doing my duty, ma’am. Can’t have my favorite trainer getting attacked by rogue appliances, can I?”

“Favorite, huh?” You leaned back into his embrace. “Don’t let Sharon hear that. I think she started a little crush on you while she was taping up your shoulder last week.”

Steve placed a kiss on your cheek, arms tightening around you. “Can’t blame her. Who wouldn’t fall for this charming smile?”

“Fury, for one,” you said as you elbowed him in the ribs. “If you don’t get on that field right now, even your charming smile won’t be able to save you, Rogers.”

Steve laughed, spinning you around by the waist to face him. “Fine. But first I need a kiss for good luck.”

“I’m pretty sure you already got one before the game, Rogers.” You quipped with raised eyebrows. 

“Ah, but the luck definitely would’ve worn off,” he said as he pulled you closer.

“Mhm, because that’s exactly how luck works.” You nodded your head sarcastically, a playful glint in your eyes.

He shrugged innocently. “Sorry hun, I don’t make the rules.” With a boyish grin, he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours, pulling you into a familiar kiss that never failed to make your heart race.

“Can you feel the love tonight, folks?” You heard Darcy announce to her camera somewhere off to the side. “‘Cause I sure can!”

You pulled away from Steve, gently pushing him towards the field. “Alright Romeo, get lost before Fury bans me from the rest of your games. He’s threatened me twice already.”

He saluted with a chuckle and jogged over to the rest of his team, but not before leaning forward for one last kiss, of course.

“See ya later, sweetheart,” he called over his shoulder. “Watch out for those charming linebackers.”

GAME 9

“Rogers catches a clean pass from Barnes-”

“Would you look at that! He’s sprinting downfield with a clear path-”

“Looks like he’s going all the way!”

The announcers’ voices fueled the crowd’s fervor as you and Darcy gripped each other's hands tightly. You couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride as you watched Steve, your heart pounding in rhythm with the game. He was so close. Almost to the end zone-

All of a sudden, Steve was lying on the floor, motionless and unmoving, a stark contrast to the chaos going on around him. The giant defender loomed over him, casting a mocking shadow over Steve. 

“Rogers goes down hard! That’s gotta hurt!”

The crowd went silent. Your heart leaped into your throat as the cheers turned into worried murmurs, the crowd realizing that he wasn’t about to stand up and smack his chest with pride like he usually did. Before you could even fully comprehend what had happened, you were running out to the field, your heart pounding along with your footsteps as you weaved your way around players.

You dropped down to your knees next to Steve, carefully removing his helmet, and cupping your hands to his face. Every instinct screamed at you to spring into action, to follow the protocols drilled into you during countless lectures and training sessions.

However, all you could do was trace the familiar lines of his face with desperation. Despite the torment of thoughts that clamored for your attention -check for a concussion, open up the medical kit, clear the field, wait for Dr. Cho- your body could only let you stroke his cheek softly, urging him to open his eyes and tell you he was alright.

“Steve? Honey, can you hear me?” Your voice trembled, barely above a whisper as tears welled up in your eyes, willing him to respond.

The crowd watched with hushed anticipation as Steve’s eyes fluttered open, and a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he looked at you. “Hey.”

As you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, you vaguely registered Dr. Cho’s presence as she dropped down next to you, gently removing your hands from his face. He frowned dazedly at the loss of contact, so you settled for gripping his hand instead, while you kept your other hand free to help Dr. Cho.

Her neck snapped up in the direction of Bucky Barnes and the meathead that knocked Steve over, who were now involved in a heated exchange as they shoved and cursed at each other. “Shut up,” she ordered with narrowed eyes. “Both of you.”

Dr. Cho turned her attention back to Steve, who was grinning slightly with amusement. “Damn, you tell ‘em, Doc.”

A faint chuckle, that sounded more like a sob, escaped your lips at Steve’s remark as you rolled your eyes.

Steve flashed you a lopsided grin, squeezing your hand slightly. “Hey, laughter’s the best medicine, right?”

Dr. Cho shook her head with a grin. “Save the jokes for later, Rogers. Let’s get you checked out first.”

While Cho opened up her kit, you squeezed Steve’s hand. “Steve, can you tell me what day it is?”

“It’s an awesome day ‘cause I’m looking at you.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his response, despite the worry gnawing at your insides as you resisted the urge to shove his shoulder at the bad joke. “Did hitting your head make you even more annoying?” 

Steve’s hazy grin softened into a tender expression. “Nah,” he said gently as he reached up to wipe away a tear that had escaped your eye earlier. “Just needed to see you smile.”

“That’s cute,” Dr. Cho deadpanned as your heart warmed up at his words. “But answer the question.”

“It’s Saturday.”

“And the month?”

“October.”

“Can you tell me-”

“Are you just gonna sit there asking questions, or are you gonna call an ambulance for my player?” Fury barked, making his way to the front of the crowd of athletes and coaches.

“Take a breath, Coach Fury,” Dr. Cho instructed as she flashed a light into Steve’s eyes. “Looks like a moderate concussion to me.”

“Moderate concussion, my ass!” Bucky growled, jabbing his finger into Meathead’s chest. “This numbskull bashed Steve’s head into the fucking ground!”

“Enough,” Dr. Cho commanded with a stern look. “Let’s focus on getting Steve off the field first, then we’ll take him to the hospital if needed.”

“Wait, what about the game?” Steve mumbled.

“Don’t worry about the game. Your health comes first, stupid,” you said as you wiped your damp eyes.

Dr. Cho nodded. “She’s right. Your team can pull through by themselves, Rogers, don’t worry.” She motioned for the rest of the medical team to bring out the stretcher. “Let’s get you off the field and properly assessed.”

GAME 12

You practically jumped into Steve’s awaiting arms as you ran onto the field, squeezing him tight and laughing as he spun you around, despite the crowd of jumping people around you.

“THEY’VE DONE IT, FOLKS!” Darcy screamed maniacally into her microphone from somewhere behind you. “OUR TEAM MANAGED TO SCORE IN THE LAST 3 SECONDS OF THE GAME! WE’RE GOING TO PLAYOFFS BABY!”

He set you down and pulled you in by the waist, planting a searing kiss onto your lips. Amidst the chaos and cheers, time seemed to stand still for just a moment, the world narrowing down to the warmth of his embrace and the sweetness of his kiss. It was just you and him.

Well, it was until Darcy pulled you two apart and shoved her microphone into Steve’s face.

“That catch was abso-fucking-lutely brilliant, Rogers!” She slapped Steve’s shoulder pads roughly. “Tell the camera how you feel after that bad-ass win!”

“Isn’t this supposed to be a family-friendly broadcast, Darcy?” Steve quipped with a raised eyebrow.

“No one cares, Goldilocks. I’ll just tell Professor Hill that it showcases the raw emotions of-”

Bucky cut in, stepping in front of Steve and grabbing the mic out of her hands roughly.

“Hey!” She frowned, unsuccessfully attempting to snatch it back. “You’re interrupting my interview, you little-”

“VICTORY TASTES DAMN SWEET!” Bucky hollered into the microphone, putting his face way too close to the camera. Thor joined the party as well, jumping onto Bucky’s back and screaming incoherently into the mic as he shook the camera with his huge hands.

Darcy, somehow managing to pry the microphone out of Bucky’s sweaty hand, adjusted her glasses and plastered a smile on her face.

“You heard it first-hand, folks!” She said through clenched teeth, her voice strained as she swatted Thor’s hands off of the camera and forcibly shoved Bucky out of the frame. “Victory tastes sweet to our football heroes!”

Steve squeezed your waist, leaning down to whisper into your ear. “How ‘bout we get outta here?”

“And leave Darcy alone with these boys?” You raised an eyebrow at Steve with a smirk. “She’ll never forgive me.”

“Ehh, she’ll be alright,” Steve chuckled. “She’s got Scott with her. He can whack them with his camera if they get too rowdy.”

You glanced over at Darcy, who was trying her best to maintain her broadcast composure as she talked to the camera while Scott skillfully maneuvered Bucky and Thor out of the shot.

You leaned into Steve. “Fine, let’s make a break for it.”

Steve grinned, and without another word, the two of you slipped away from the crowd, hand in hand, heart in heart.

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* my masterlist *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

f - fluff, a - angst

MARVEL

steve rogers:

movie night (f)

steve shows up injured to your weekly movie night so of course you have to help him.

undercover, in more ways than one (f)

you and steve hate each other but are assigned to an undercover mission that involves a fake marriage.

nervous (f)

steve helps you deal with a breakup. besties to lovers <3

natasha romanoff:

i love you more (a)

you love natasha but she’ll never see you that way

MISCELLANEOUS

august walker:

help (f)

august comes into your office asking for help, something that’s never happened before

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thanks for the recommendation!! 😊

Week 5 Reblog Masterlist

}Welcome to Week 5 2024 or Week 213, as always, fics would be listed in the order I read them.

I hope you enjoy it!

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♥ You can check my reading guidelines here.

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♥ You can check my January reblog masterlist 2024 here.

♥ You can check Week 4 2024 here.

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This is the list of the fics I read and recommend in Week 5 2024:

Jealousy, jealousy (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @crazyunsexycool 💚💙

Back and forth part 3.2 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @anika-ann 💚💙

Wonderwall chapter 10 (Wanda Maximoff X Reader) by @messedupfan 💚

Dangerous places part 10 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @kaunis-sielu 💚💙

Liar, liar (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @intrepidacious 💚

Giddy (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sarahwroteathing 💚

Little obsession (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @1800jjbarnes 💚❤️

Movie night (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @kyotosworld 💚

Before the party (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @stevenssacrab❤️

Papa’s day (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @1000night 💚

Who’d you have to blow to get that part? (Ransom Drysdale X Reader) by @sarahowritesostucky❤️

Steve Fic (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @hansensgirl❤️🖤

The new day (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove 💚

A fresh start part 3 where to captain? (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @holylulusworld 💚💙

Bad day (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @readingislife💙

Pursuit (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @fandoms-writings💙

Waitress (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @stargazingfangirl18

Steve drabble (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @stargazingfangirl18❤️

Winter wonderland (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @biteofcherry 💚

Between the pages of a journal (Stucky X Reader) by @crazyunsexycool 💚💙

A second chance (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @chennqingg 💙

A kiss out in the cold (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @e-dubbc11 💚

Moral of the story part 4 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @lemonnsss 💚💙

Dynamo part 5 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @emwritesstuff 💚💙❤️

Echoes of love (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @buckyssoldat 💚💙

Stay (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @secretswiftymarvelfan 💚💙

A quiet hue (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sunvmars 💚💙❤️

Unbreakable chapter 7 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @crazyunsexycool 💚

[kyotosworld]

The youngest Palestinian journalist is a 9 year old girl.

Her name Lama Jamous.

Lama has been reporting on tik tok what has been happening in Gaza. Her father is a journalist working for Al Jazeera and is trying to get her out of Rafah.

Link to the gofundme from the video

Please share her story.

[kyotosworld]

today marks day 111 of the genocide in gaza.

and i need you all to keep in mind just how dire the situation in gaza is right now. and to keep talking about it. now is not the time to turn away.

today i want to talk about khalil again. yesterday, khalil posted about how his aunt passed away and they went to the graveyard to bury her, only to find thousands of tents in the cemetery. the people living as refugees in rafah have been so jam packed that they’ve started sheltering at the cemetery.

in a heartbreaking sentence, khalil says “they are living in the cemetery, waiting for their time to be buried”. can you imagine the situation one has to be in to say something like that?

not only do the gazans not have a safe place to live, they are also starving and suffering from diseases and lack of medication. in fact, that’s the cause of khalil’s aunt’s death—bad food and no medicine.

the people of gaza barely have food to eat. the children have to clean dirt and insects off animal feed before milling it to make food. medicine isn’t coming into the gaza strip. there are pharmacies all around but none can help because they do not have the means to. why?

because israel consistently denies shipments of vital aid. in fact, according to the UN, israel recently added insulin pens for children to the list of prohibited items that are not allowed into gaza. this list also includes other medicines for chronic illnesses are also not allowed [here is the full press conference for anyone who’s interested].

this claim is also backed by the report journalist motaz azaiza was making as he was evacuating gaza of a plethora of aid trucks waiting at the border to enter gaza. and for the little bit of aid that is available to gazans? yesterday the israeli military opened fire at starving citizens who were queueing to get aid in northern gaza.

there are too many heartbreaking stories coming out of gaza; there is at least one per person, in a population of 2.2M people. i urge you to not turn away from hearing their stories and facing the reality of the crimes being committed against them by israeli occupation forces.

whatever anyone else might say, whatever the verdict of tomorrow’s hearing may be… i want you to remember that what’s happening in gaza is nothing short of a genocide—a collective total of 33,360 deaths (incl people missing under rubble), and 64,150 injured. don’t let them just be numbers. these are people.

people who are not just being killed in cold blood, but are also being starved. they are being tortured physically and psychologically. they are being subjected to illnesses with no treatment given. they are being subjected to eating things like grass, immature food, expired food. read the euro med monitor report for the full picture of the destruction happening in gaza at the hands of the israeli occupation forces.

this is a genocide. this is one of, if not the deadliest of war crimes we’ve seen in the 21st century.

i am so heartbroken i barely have the energy to type today. please call for an end to all of this, for a permanent ceasefire. and subsequently an end to the israeli occupation.

we cannot leave the palestinians to fend for themselves and continue being oppressed directly or indirectly by their oppressors and colonisers. this occupation must end. palestine must be freed in its entirety.

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please especially send donations to help supply aid and food to gazans. especially to the organisations working within gaza. it’s not like there isn’t any food at all. gaza is not a barren land. the food is just inaccessible and very expensive and unaffordable for most gazans (if you follow journalist muhammad smiry, you’ll see he posts a lot about the atrocious prices of food in gaza). so your donations help people purchase food in bulk within gaza and supply to the civilians.

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For those who can't buy eSims for Palestine, I would suggest donating to the Palestinian Embassy if your country has one as part of their function is to keep us up to date with Palestinian current affairs.

Readers, I strongly urge you to reblog.

[kyotosworld]

this is the cutest thing ever i’m crying

To Pluto and Back

Summary: Steve tells you he loves you to the moon and back. You tell him that's a sucky way to express love.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!reader

*****

Steve looked up at your finger pointing to the starry night sky, as you two laid on the soft grass that was dancing with the light breeze.

He could barely focus on what you were saying. The warmth of your body pressed against his, the sweet smell of your shampoo, and the way you leaned into his chest like there was no place you’d rather be were enough for Steve to forget everything going on in the world.

“There’s Orion’s belt. Do you see it? That thing over there?”

Steve hummed in agreement, even though all he was seeing in that moment was the beautiful way the moon shone on your face.

“Stevie, you’re not even looking.” You turned your face to give him a disappointed look, but the pure adoration in his eyes caught you by surprise.

“I love you.” Steve declared.

It definitely wasn’t the first time he said those words, but his loving look and content smile still made you blush.

He looked at you.

He scanned your whole face, trying to implant it in his mind forever.

Your dimpled cheeks, radiant skin, rosy lips, the tiny scar on your face, everything.

Suddenly feeling a little self-conscious, you buried your face into his chest.

“Steeeeeve.” You dragged out, your voice slightly muffled by his shirt. “This is why I can never bring you with me to stargaze.”

“Fine, little Miss Science Nerd.” Steve teased as you pulled your face out of his chest, looking into your eyes with his baby blue ones.

If you looked long enough, you could even see the gentle waves crashing in them.

“Let me try to help you understand in your language.” He smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, filled with pure love and calmness. “I love you to the moon and back.”

“That’s it?”

Steve was caught by surprise, his eyebrows furrowed and slightly frowning.

You tried to hide the smile tugging at the corner of your mouth.

“That’s only about 500,000 miles.”

Steve sighed, shaking his head with a chuckle.

“I’m not kidding!” You pushed his shoulder (ignoring the fact he didn’t move even an inch). “Some poor sap probably asked his girl how much she loved him, and she wanted to let him down gently and said that. And it clearly backfired.”

Steve nodded with a teasing grin. “Of course.”

“Really though! Never tell a girl that. Ever.”

“Fine then. Why don’t you tell me how much you love me?”

“Well, I’ll have you know that I love you to Pluto and back.” A smug grin sat on your face. “Since, clearly, I’m the only one in this relationship who feels something.”

Steve rolled his eyes with a playful grin. “Okay then. In that case, I love you to Pluto and back and back and back again.”

“To Pluto and back and back and back again? Damn, Rogers. If you drove, that’s about . . .”

Your eyes scrunched up into that adorable concentrated look he absolutely loved while your fingers moved as if you were counting something.

“. . . 25,000 years. You sure you’re up for that?”

Steve smiled, putting his hands on your cheeks, the playfulness gone. “Anything for you.”

He pulled you into a gentle kiss, both your lips locking together like an all-too familiar puzzle. His right hand rested on your hip and his left arm was snaked under you as he pulled you in even closer.

When you two finally pulled away, Steve wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in, both of you wanting to feel the warm presence of each other.

And in that moment, it felt like home. After losing everything he had and fighting for so long, he finally felt like he had a home. With you. He pressed a kiss to your hair, grateful for his fortune the day on the street when your dog came bounding towards him with a wagging tail and you running behind with a mouthful of apologies.

You smiled into his chest as he gently played with your hair, the breeze blowing across your face, the grass tickling your toes, and the bright stars looking down on you two with a smile.

All you could hear was the calm pattering of his loving heart.

Your voice broke the silence.

“Actually, make that 35,000 years, considering the fact you drive like an old man.”

[kyotosworld]

DJ's Survival Fund — $400/$3500

hi i'm dylan. i'm your local struggling disabled transbi blak australian idiot. you may know me from my greatest hits such as "everything is so expensive and i am so scared" and "i can't afford to get to fucking work" and it's sequel, "i'm too sick to work now" and i need assistance with the following:

- school fees (i am returning to uni as abstudy is more stable for me)

- moving and rent (my lease ends in a few months and cannot be renewed. this is incredibly time sensitive)

- debt repayment (from previous tafe fees, as well as debt ive had to take on for survival over the past few months)

- medication, appointments (particularly specialist mental health and rheumatology so i can pursue the disability support pension)

- visa stuff (long story, willing to explain if necessary but it's quite personal)

- seizing my car from my abusive family

after further review i realised $1.5k would barely cover my debt, so i've adjusted my needs and goals.

i can take both paypal and stripe donations through ko-fi, but i can also draw, edit (e.g. i can edit comic/manga/anime screencaps), make graphics, design characters, etc. and am willing to do these for payment as well!

and for what it's worth, my birthday is coming up soon?

please don't tag this as anything.

full sob story under the cut, tw for abuse and sa

after 6-8 months of non stop work and study, familial abuse of multiple varieties, as well as being further sexually violated, i experienced a severe mental breakdown and was hospitalised for a suicide attempt. after this i've been more or less bedridden most days from a chronic fatigue crash and burn out. i have been beyond exhausted and can barely manage to do my laundry let alone work full time.

i need to pay off debts acquired from my old school harrassing me, and from having to use afterpay for my groceries and work clothes, and to pay for my tuition and materials. i also need rent and bond for my new place, and to pay for appointments to diagnose me so i can apply for dsp or access more support services and accommodations.

i also need to transport and store my stuff from my family's place in the mean time. the safety of it was secured temporarily but i still need to get my fucking car and dog back.

i'm hoping to stay with my partner for a bit, where i won't need to pay for rent or food and will only need to help out around the house. this is both wonderful for me financially but also for my mental and physical health. we're planning to get married which will also allow open the doors for both of us insurance and immigration wise. this is not a leisure trip, this is vital to our future and survival.

my partner is helping support me in getting there and i am trying to work as much as possible as well, but i still need help.

once i return i'm aiming to remain engaged in study or work as long as possible to get disability or find another supportive workplace. i have thought about these plans, and they've been in place for about a year. what threw them off entirely was the sexual trauma and subsequent suicide attempt and burn out.

i'm hoping to just get this out of the way so that once i start uni i can fully focus on uni, so that i at least will be covered by student financial support, have employment options in industries i can actually work in, or apply for a student or work visa to my partner's country if necessary. and if uni and work don't work out, the dsp so i can at least breathe. also, frankly, i just want to build a future for myself. i almost died this year. i would like to have a shred of hope for myself.

if this seems spoiled or scammy or whatever to you, i fully understand, i feel incredibly selfish asking for this much, but please know that if i could do this on my own, i would.

thank you.

[kyotosworld]

Thank you @ah-beans0 and everyone who got me to 100 reblogs! 🫶

movie night

pairing: captain america!steve x reader

summary: Steve shows up injured to your weekly movie night so of course you have to help him

warnings: reader is portrayed as shorter than steve, language, mutual pining--almost annoying how much they pine  

word count: 1.3k

Waiting for Steve is the worst. You hated not knowing whether he would come back to you.

It’s your weekly movie night, a ritual you guys started up in your freshman year of college after you realized he hadn’t seen a lot of movies.

You two are eating lunch together when Steve mentions that he’s never seen Toy Story, and never actually understands your references to them. He only laughs to make it seem like he does. You gasp in horror before asking, “Where have you been??"

An answer you later found out to be “frozen for 70 years.”

Somehow—after you’d begged him—, he agreed to let you show him the “best movies known to man,” promising him that it was not at all biased.

So now you’re here, waiting for him in his apartment. But you haven’t heard from him in an hour. Which you know isn’t that long, but in his line of work, it could mean anything.

You know he could be MIA for weeks at a time and safe, but that didn’t stop you from worrying.

You told him it was okay and that you could just reschedule. But he insisted, promising to be there and telling you to wait at his apartment. Finally, you hear a jingle of keys at the door and almost trip over a kitchen stool as you speed over to open it, a little too eager to see a friend.

When you open the door, there he is—a little scratched up and dirty—but somehow still managing to look as beautiful as always. Just the sight of him produces the biggest smile on your face, but your bright smile dims when you notice a deep scar on his right cheek.

“Oh my God! What happened?” You shout before bringing your hand up to feel his cut.

He looks a little surprised having been interrupted in trying to open the door before answering, “It’s not a big deal.” He smiles softly in an attempt to stop your worry, which it almost does, “You should see the other guy.”

You chuckle a little at that but continue to hold his face, softly brushing your thumb over his cut, your eyebrows furrowed in concern. Not at all missing the fact that he’s holding in his breath in an attempt to hide his pain.

But then you're hit with the realization that you’ve been touching him for too long. "Sorry,” you mumble, embarrassed, quickly putting your hand down.

“Don’t be,” he says, picking your hand up and placing it back on his face. “You can touch me all you want," he adds, staring straight at you.

You raise your eyebrows at him, then quickly change the subject. "Umm-ok, let’s get you cleaned up,” you say as you turn and walk towards his bathroom, missing the small smirk you produce on his face before he closes the door.

For whatever reason, your face warms when you hear Steve's footsteps following behind you. Maybe because there was a time when he refused any help, but now he accepts it without issue, and you’re glad to be there for him.

When you get to the bathroom, you pull out his first aid kit and tell him to stay still as you try to reach an alcoholic swab up to his face. Despite your many efforts, you can’t do it without leaning your head so uncomfortably far back or standing on your tippy toes due to the giant that is Steve Rogers.

He softly chuckles before grabbing your hips, picking you up, and placing you on the counter. “There. Better?” he asks, looking straight into your eyes. His strength never fails to amaze you.

At that, you inhale sharply, only to stop breathing as you notice your legs are practically wrapped around his waist and he's standing very close in between your legs— in order for you to clean his wound of course. "Yeah, yeah..much,” you try to say as coolly as possible, not planning on letting him know how nervous you’ve become all of a sudden.

It doesn't go over your head that Steve could have easily just sat on his couch to fix your problem, but you have to admit that you do like this method just a little bit better. 

And his hands are still on your hips. And you try to think of anything else, but how can you when Steve Rogers is touching your hips?!

So you try your best to turn your focus completely towards his cut in hopes of forgetting your situation right now. When you wipe it with the swab, he hisses and squeezes your hips in response to the pain, and you can’t help but softly gasp.

Causing him to ask concernedly, “Are you okay?” with a grimace on his face, no doubt in pain of his own.

“Am I okay?” you ask in disbelief, a little over exaggeratedly in hopes of distracting from your very confusing feelings right now. “Steve, you got a big ass scar on your face, and you’re worried about me?” you ask incredulously.

“Of course,” he says seriously, “I’ll always worry about you."

A silence washes over you two as you stare at each other. Feeling things for him that you hadn't before, or maybe you just hadn't realized till now. Seeing him in a new, more intimate light.

Crash!

The loud sound of the cleaning alcohol bottle falling over interrupts you.

“Shit.” You let out a breath that you didn't know you were holding, and you guys finally look away when Steve goes to pick up the bottle.

You both chuckle lightly before he gets back up. Though he seems to have miscalculated how close you were before because now you’re really close. And you’re not chuckling anymore.

Your breath hitches across from his very close face, and you two don’t say anything for a bit before Steve notices how tense you’ve become.

“Sorry,” he whispers as he backs up a little, looking down in shame. Misinterpreting your tenseness for discomfort and not the things you’re too scared to admit.

“No. Don’t be,” you reply with a new, unknown sense of confidence as you pull his arms closer to you. “You can stand close to me all you want,” repeating the words he said to you earlier.

He chuckles at your familiar statement, looking up at you shyly, as he tentatively takes a step closer and lets you return his hands to your hips.

Butterflies form in your stomach at this, but you choose to ignore them. Instead you place the biggest bandage you can find on Steve’s wound, trying to convince yourself that those flutters are unrelated to the man standing before you.

“There you go." You whisper with a smile as you lightly tap Steve's cheek. “All better.”

“Thank you, doc,” Steve breathes out, seemingly relieved with the sweetest smile on his face.

“Anytime.” You smile brighter back, and your nose scrunches in return.

And for whatever reason, he lightly squeezes your hips at that. It was almost like he was telling you he liked that. But being the most afraid and oblivious people you are, you guys don't address it and instead decide to go on with your movie night like nothing happened.

You hop off the counter with Steve's arms still wrapped around you, hovering for a bit as he makes sure you are stable before letting go. You quickly glanced up at his face,, a question in your eyes as he doesn’t normally touch you this much, only to find that he was already looking at you.

Panicking, you quickly avert your eyes, walk out of the bathroom, and head to the kitchen to start heating up some popcorn.

The rest of the night goes on like this: sneaking glances at each other—that you thought the other didn't notice—without actually saying what was on each other's minds.

Maybe one day you guys won't be as clueless or scared about your feelings for each other, but for now, you’ll just sit on the couch. Pretending to be engaged in some movie while actually being more interested with the person seated next to you.

[kyotosworld]

movie night

pairing: captain america!steve x reader

summary: Steve shows up injured to your weekly movie night so of course you have to help him

warnings: reader is portrayed as shorter than steve, language, mutual pining--almost annoying how much they pine  

word count: 1.3k

Waiting for Steve is the worst. You hated not knowing whether he would come back to you.

It’s your weekly movie night, a ritual you guys started up in your freshman year of college after you realized he hadn’t seen a lot of movies.

You two are eating lunch together when Steve mentions that he’s never seen Toy Story, and never actually understands your references to them. He only laughs to make it seem like he does. You gasp in horror before asking, “Where have you been??"

An answer you later found out to be “frozen for 70 years.”

Somehow—after you’d begged him—, he agreed to let you show him the “best movies known to man,” promising him that it was not at all biased.

So now you’re here, waiting for him in his apartment. But you haven’t heard from him in an hour. Which you know isn’t that long, but in his line of work, it could mean anything.

You know he could be MIA for weeks at a time and safe, but that didn’t stop you from worrying.

You told him it was okay and that you could just reschedule. But he insisted, promising to be there and telling you to wait at his apartment. Finally, you hear a jingle of keys at the door and almost trip over a kitchen stool as you speed over to open it, a little too eager to see a friend.

When you open the door, there he is—a little scratched up and dirty—but somehow still managing to look as beautiful as always. Just the sight of him produces the biggest smile on your face, but your bright smile dims when you notice a deep scar on his right cheek.

“Oh my God! What happened?” You shout before bringing your hand up to feel his cut.

He looks a little surprised having been interrupted in trying to open the door before answering, “It’s not a big deal.” He smiles softly in an attempt to stop your worry, which it almost does, “You should see the other guy.”

You chuckle a little at that but continue to hold his face, softly brushing your thumb over his cut, your eyebrows furrowed in concern. Not at all missing the fact that he’s holding in his breath in an attempt to hide his pain.

But then you're hit with the realization that you’ve been touching him for too long. "Sorry,” you mumble, embarrassed, quickly putting your hand down.

“Don’t be,” he says, picking your hand up and placing it back on his face. “You can touch me all you want," he adds, staring straight at you.

You raise your eyebrows at him, then quickly change the subject. "Umm-ok, let’s get you cleaned up,” you say as you turn and walk towards his bathroom, missing the small smirk you produce on his face before he closes the door.

For whatever reason, your face warms when you hear Steve's footsteps following behind you. Maybe because there was a time when he refused any help, but now he accepts it without issue, and you’re glad to be there for him.

When you get to the bathroom, you pull out his first aid kit and tell him to stay still as you try to reach an alcoholic swab up to his face. Despite your many efforts, you can’t do it without leaning your head so uncomfortably far back or standing on your tippy toes due to the giant that is Steve Rogers.

He softly chuckles before grabbing your hips, picking you up, and placing you on the counter. “There. Better?” he asks, looking straight into your eyes. His strength never fails to amaze you.

At that, you inhale sharply, only to stop breathing as you notice your legs are practically wrapped around his waist and he's standing very close in between your legs— in order for you to clean his wound of course. "Yeah, yeah..much,” you try to say as coolly as possible, not planning on letting him know how nervous you’ve become all of a sudden.

It doesn't go over your head that Steve could have easily just sat on his couch to fix your problem, but you have to admit that you do like this method just a little bit better. 

And his hands are still on your hips. And you try to think of anything else, but how can you when Steve Rogers is touching your hips?!

So you try your best to turn your focus completely towards his cut in hopes of forgetting your situation right now. When you wipe it with the swab, he hisses and squeezes your hips in response to the pain, and you can’t help but softly gasp.

Causing him to ask concernedly, “Are you okay?” with a grimace on his face, no doubt in pain of his own.

“Am I okay?” you ask in disbelief, a little over exaggeratedly in hopes of distracting from your very confusing feelings right now. “Steve, you got a big ass scar on your face, and you’re worried about me?” you ask incredulously.

“Of course,” he says seriously, “I’ll always worry about you."

A silence washes over you two as you stare at each other. Feeling things for him that you hadn't before, or maybe you just hadn't realized till now. Seeing him in a new, more intimate light.

Crash!

The loud sound of the cleaning alcohol bottle falling over interrupts you.

“Shit.” You let out a breath that you didn't know you were holding, and you guys finally look away when Steve goes to pick up the bottle.

You both chuckle lightly before he gets back up. Though he seems to have miscalculated how close you were before because now you’re really close. And you’re not chuckling anymore.

Your breath hitches across from his very close face, and you two don’t say anything for a bit before Steve notices how tense you’ve become.

“Sorry,” he whispers as he backs up a little, looking down in shame. Misinterpreting your tenseness for discomfort and not the things you’re too scared to admit.

“No. Don’t be,” you reply with a new, unknown sense of confidence as you pull his arms closer to you. “You can stand close to me all you want,” repeating the words he said to you earlier.

He chuckles at your familiar statement, looking up at you shyly, as he tentatively takes a step closer and lets you return his hands to your hips.

Butterflies form in your stomach at this, but you choose to ignore them. Instead you place the biggest bandage you can find on Steve’s wound, trying to convince yourself that those flutters are unrelated to the man standing before you.

“There you go." You whisper with a smile as you lightly tap Steve's cheek. “All better.”

“Thank you, doc,” Steve breathes out, seemingly relieved with the sweetest smile on his face.

“Anytime.” You smile brighter back, and your nose scrunches in return.

And for whatever reason, he lightly squeezes your hips at that. It was almost like he was telling you he liked that. But being the most afraid and oblivious people you are, you guys don't address it and instead decide to go on with your movie night like nothing happened.

You hop off the counter with Steve's arms still wrapped around you, hovering for a bit as he makes sure you are stable before letting go. You quickly glanced up at his face,, a question in your eyes as he doesn’t normally touch you this much, only to find that he was already looking at you.

Panicking, you quickly avert your eyes, walk out of the bathroom, and head to the kitchen to start heating up some popcorn.

The rest of the night goes on like this: sneaking glances at each other—that you thought the other didn't notice—without actually saying what was on each other's minds.

Maybe one day you guys won't be as clueless or scared about your feelings for each other, but for now, you’ll just sit on the couch. Pretending to be engaged in some movie while actually being more interested with the person seated next to you.

[kyotosworld]

I still need help

Its now the 8th of January and despite being told by my friend who spoke with her boss 3 weeks ago during their meeting that he was to hire me in the beginning of January and would reach out to me, he hasn't. I'm hoping somehow, eventually, when this man finally bothers to, he will contact me for a job offer since he reassured me back in november that he still intends to hire me. But since I have no idea when that will be, that means I'm left hanging completely.

long story short I am mentally ill and disabled who was dismissed from my last and only job that I struggled 2 years to get, only to be fired in 2 months in June because of my chronic fatigue and abusive managers. I rely a lot on my henna but bookings are not consistent enough to make regular income, and majority of the money ends up going to contributing to house bills for my family.

My therapy picks up again this week, very honestly been the only thing keeping me from harming myself at this point with how painful life has been and I want to be able to continue getting it low cost (£25 per session), my therapist is so amazing and we recently came to the understanding that I have complex-PTSD, and plan to look into it more this year. I'm too mentally ill to try and look for jobs right now and am basically doing 3 jobs already (one being joint caring duties with family members for my grandparents since I live with them, which I'm not paid for obviously) with inconsistent money coming in/sessional work that I will be paid for once completed further into the year.

I have so many other costs that are coming in the near future, like paying for more medication, and for more lazer hair removal sessions for my severe hirsutism, which usually is around £300 if I'm lucky to catch offers. This is another I thing I mentally can't afford to stop doing, struggling with severe hirsutism and the trauma of it all my life means its important I can feel and live somewhat comfortably in my body. Lazer hair isn't permanent and I'm looking into electrolysis, but again, I don't have that money yet and would prefer to not leave a huge gap where I don't do lazer and the mental torture of watching my body hair grow back. I also haven't gotten my eyes checked in over 3 years, and know I will need a change in perscription and need new glasses. I hate nothing more than what its come to. I'm just exhausted and burnt out from the constant anxiety and depressive episodes, I'm barely eating or sleeping, I'm sick of everything and everyone and I just wish god would give me a break.

With all of the above in mind I'm aiming for about £600. This is all basically to help me just function and continue getting the things that help me not succumb to my mental health issues. If anything, my birthday's coming up in feb so I would appreciate it if folks gave some money if they have the means to. Anything is fine at this point.

Thank you so much

https://paypal.me/iffiia?country.x=GB&locale.x=en_GB

£0/£600

[kyotosworld]

Hi

Please talk about Sudan and spread awareness

We have been at war for 8 months

120000 people have been murdered

6 million civilians have been displaced

8000 women have beeen sexually assaulted (this is only the reported cases, the actual number is much greater)

Girls are literally taking contraceptives as a precaution in case they get raped.

Some even asked sheikhs for fatwas regarding commiting suicide because they are afraid of getting assaulted.

I'm not currently in Sudan but I literally wake up every morning not knowing if my more of my family members got killed.

My 70 year old uncle was killed in cold blood. They beat and threatened anyone that wanted to come come near his body to cover and bury it. His body was left infront of the family house for WEEKS until some people managed to bury him in an unmarked grave behind our house.

We dont get much media coverage cuz we are black AND muslim. The world doesnt care about us.

!!!!!!

[kyotosworld]

the writers room after deciding to make Loki "I don't want to be alone" Laufeyson's fate be to spend the rest of time isolated and alone

[kyotosworld]

"You saved my life when I first arrived. You saw something in me that I haven't seen in myself"

And let's also talk about Loki SLICKING HIS DAMN HAIR BACK AND FIXING HIS COAT BEFORE GOING TO TALK TO MOBIUS I CANT EVEN-

[kyotosworld]

Tony: What the hell is wrong with you?

Y/N: I have this weird self-esteem issue where I hate myself but still think I’m better than everyone else.

[kyotosworld]

help

pairing: august walker x reader

summary: August shows up in your office injured 

word count: 854

You’re fixing up the hospital bed in your office after just seeing a patient when you hear a thud near your door. You almost jump out of your skin before turning your head to see August leaning against your door frame with a hand on his stomach.

"Help," he says, barely audible.

This is weird. August never shows up to your office for medical help. He's way too stubborn to ask for help, so for him to show up now means it must be serious. 

“Come here,” you sigh as you gently help him into the room, letting him rest his arm on your shoulder, ignoring the tingling sensation you get in the areas he’s touching, and bring him onto the bed. “What happened?!” you almost scream once you take in the severity of his wound.

August’s t-shirt is drenched in so much blood that you’ll have to remove it to properly treat his injury. When you lift it a bit, you see a deep gash on the left side of his stomach. And just lifting his shirt causes him to wince. 

“I got into an accident, you should see the other guy.” He manages to smirk a little before wincing again.

“Sorry,” you whisper as you continue to lift his shirt. “I need to take this off of you.”  

You meet his eyes, simultaneously realizing how that may have sounded. But try to remain professional as he raises one brow.

“Not like that—um—just so I can properly access your wound.” You felt the need to clarify.

He looks amused before replying, “Of course,” as he takes off his shirt.

You tell yourself to focus because he’s injured and you need to stitch his wound, not gawk at him shirtless. You have to stop yourself from thinking of all the other ways he could be shirtless in front of you and try to refocus on the task at hand.

The sound of him clearing his throat brings you back to reality. You try to play it off, but you’re pretty sure you’ve been caught staring.

You quickly turn to get your supplies—but mostly to avoid having to meet his eyes. When you turn back, you completely focus on stitching up his wound, refusing to look up at his face. You're trying to finish this as quickly as possible so you don't have to be in his presence anymore. You hate feeling this nervous.

He closes his eyes and leans his head back. You look up for a second before immediately looking down, regretting your decision when certain thoughts pop into your head. You have to remind yourself of your very important and professional task. 

“You don’t have to be quiet, you know." You say when you notice him holding back. “It’s a serious injury, I won’t judge.” 

He grunts again, a bit louder this time, “I’m fine.” He mumbles as his gaze flickers down at you.

You apologize when he winces again, sorry to be causing him any pain even though you know you didn't actually cause it. 

“Don’t be, you’re only helping me feel better.” 

“Oh,” you say, surprised, before deciding to tease him. “Sorry, what was that?” You cup your ear with one hand. “Did you finally admit that you needed help?” 

“I take it back,” he says instantly with a straight face. 

“Oh no no no. No take backs. You already said it.” You reply with a triumphant smile on your face. 

When you look up at him, he has such a small smile on his face that you almost miss it. You both stay like that, staring, before you look away.

You clear your throat. “Done!” you say a bit overenthusiastically in an attempt to dissolve any tension from just now as you get up from your crouched position. 

“Thank you,” he sighs in relief before attempting but struggling to put his shirt back on.

“Here,” you offer to help when you see his obvious struggle, and he accepts. But as you pull his shirt down, you get pulled closer to him, and once his shirt is on you realize how much closer your faces have gotten. You gasp before freezing, not knowing what to do. 

After searching each other's eyes, he leans in closer before pausing to whisper, “Is this ok?”

“More than,” You breathe out contently just before closing the distance between you two.

You wrap your arms around him as your lips join together. You squeeze him tighter before he slightly flinches, causing you to separate. 

“Sorry,” you say with an apologetic smile, realizing that you put too much pressure on his wound. 

“It’s okay, worth it.” he smirks. “Thank you…again”

You wave him off in shyness.

“No really, I needed that.” He looks straight into your eyes to show he meant it.

“Of course," you accept with a shy smile and nod. 

“I'll be back," he says as he reluctantly lets go of you. "You know, since admitting I need help is a thing I do now.” He shrugs cutely before heading out of your office.

You laugh to yourself, looking forward to whenever that’ll be.

[kyotosworld]

thanks love

undercover, in more ways than one

pairing: steve rogers x reader

summary: you and steve hate each other but are assigned onto an undercover mission that involves a fake marriage.

warnings: none i’m pretty sure

word count: 2.8k

For as long as you can remember, you and Steve have always hated each other.

You joined the avengers a bit later than everyone else, so you were a new recruit. Regardless, that didn’t justify Steve’s hatred towards you.

When Tony introduced you to everyone for the first time, you instantly felt comfortable. Everyone was so nice; Natasha welcomed you with a warm smile, Bucky and Clint nodded at you, Bruce awkwardly smiled, Thor hugged you, and Sam and Wanda immediately offered to cook for you—because they are excellent cooks.

However, the only person who didn't make you feel welcome was Steve Rogers. He simply frowned at you without saying a word.

You had heard a lot about "America’s golden boy" and had expected a warmer welcome. It’s not like you wanted him to kiss your feet, but a little acknowledgment would have sufficed.

As you got to know everyone more and more, you and Steve still couldn’t get along. You don’t know what you did to make Steve hate you but if he does, then you’ll hate him right back.

Since then, you guys avoid talking to each other unless absolutely necessary.

So, that’s why when given the details of an undercover mission where you have to pretend to be Steve's fiancée, you do all you can to prevent being sent on that mission.

You and Steve are supposed to spend a night at this hotel near the enemy's—"Mime's"—potential base.

Since in the next few days, they are planning to drop a bomb that would take out all of New York. You are meant to go to a party tomorrow night, where the leaders of Mime will be, and gather any information that could point you in the direction of their base in order to find and destroy the bomb.

"Uh, Tony. Tony," you repeat when he doesn’t answer the first time.

"What?" he replies, annoyed, already knowing what you’re going to say.

"Why do we have to be the couple?" You wave your hands between you and Steve. "Couldn’t anyone else do it? Like Nat and Steve?" You plead, "Even Steve and Bucky would be more believable." You almost beg.

Steve doesn’t say anything, but you know he agrees from the small nod you notice out of the corner of your eye.

"I already told you that Natasha and Bucky are with Sam on another mission right now, and we can’t wait for them to get back." He sighs, "You two are the only ones available for this kind of job right now, besides you’re highly skilled enough for this job."

You groan and close your eyes as you slowly accept your fate. You know Tony’s right, so you're just going to have to get through it. It can’t be that bad…right?

"Fine." You reluctantly agree.

"Okay." Steve says at the same time as you. You both glare at each other, annoyed that the other had spoken over them.

"Good." Tony exhales, relieved to be done with this conversation. "You’ll leave first thing tomorrow morning." He says before exiting the room.

You and Steve walk out of the room at the same time, accidentally brushing the backs of your hands against each other.

You move your hand away as fast as you can, trying to ignore the fluttery feeling you get in your stomach or how Steve didn’t seem to mind your closeness just now.

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It's the next morning, and you're kind of freaking out. It's not like there's anything to be nervous about. You know Steve.

Sure, you might not get along, but that doesn't mean this mission has to be the worst thing ever. Nonetheless you have to admit—never to Steve of course—that you find him a little bit intimidating, making this undercover mission that much more difficult.

And the ring, omg the ring. Tony got it, so of course it had to be the biggest and shiniest ring he could find. You almost felt embarrassed wearing it around Steve. You didn't fail to notice the way his eyes widened when he saw it for the first time.

You texted Nat last night to tell her the dreadful news, and she just laughed, replying that it was "the perfect opportunity for you and Steve to settle your differences." You simply rolled your eyes in response, cursing Natasha Romanoff in your head.

Now both you and Steve are in the Quinjet on your way to some fancy hotel in complete silence. There’s been unintended eye contact here and there, but no words have been shared as you both come to terms with the fact that soon enough, you’ll have to be all lovey-dovey with each other.

You hate Steve, but you can try to hide that hatred, at least for a little while, until the mission is over.

"We’re landing in T-minus 2 minutes, get ready."

You side eye Steve "You know I don't know what that means. In English, please."

He rolls his eyes while hiding his amusement, before repeating, "Two minutes till we land. Better?" He teases.

"Much." You fake a smile before walking away to "get ready" so you don't notice Steve chuckle. In reality, you just need time to mentally prepare for what’s about to happen.

You walk into the hotel, and it's like you're completely different people. You’re both smiling and walking close together—something you never thought you’d be doing with Steve Rogers. You get to the counter.

"Hi! We’re here for our honeymoon." You say to the receptionist with the brightest smile you can muster.

"Welcome, and wow, what a ring!"

"I know, he’s the best." You smile extra big and hold onto Steve’s arm for good measure, not missing how he tenses.

The receptionist smiles and asks, "Can I get a last name?"

"Smith." Steve answers with your undercover names before wrapping his arm around your waist. You try your best to act natural.

"Oh right, I see your name here." The receptionist smiles. "You are booked for our honeymoon suite. It has the best view…and bed." She winks and gives you your key cards.

Steve looks down to hide his blush as you awkwardly laugh before heading off to the elevators.

As soon as the elevator doors close, you guys distance yourselves from each other, acting as if nothing happened and riding up the elevator in silence. Not addressing the elephant in the room, there’s only one bed.

Once you get to the room, you throw all your stuff down, which is a lot—it turns out an undercover mission requires a lot of different outfits.

You guys still haven’t talked, but then Steve breaks the silence saying, "Look, we don't have to talk, just make sure you’re ready for the party by 7:00."

"Got it." You sigh slightly dejected, not missing the fact that he would rather not talk to you right now.

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Once you’ve gotten ready for the party, wearing a dark red slip dress that hugs your curves just right, you meet Steve outside of the hotel room. Steve, who is in a blue suit and tie, and doesn’t have any effect on you at all.

When he sees you, you think you hear a hitch in his breath, but you choose to ignore it.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You question.

“Your dress it’s…you look...” He never finishes his sentence and turns red instead.

“Thank you?..." You squint your eyes. "Anyway, you ready?" You ask.

He clears his throat and looks everywhere but you. "Yeah, let’s go."

Once you arrive at the bar where the party is being held, you and Steve walk in side by side. Almost too close, but you do have to sell this whole engaged thing.

It’s crowded and smells like a mixture of alcohol and sweat.

"Alright, try to blend in, but keep an eye out." He mentions discreetly, without looking into your eyes.

"Aye aye captain." You smirk and head straight for the bar.

Steve gives you a small glare before walking away.

You guys split up because you figured it would be easier for you to attract men when they didn’t see you with another man, or in this case didn’t care regardless of the huge engagement ring on your finger.

The whole engagement ploy was there to fall back on in case you needed to get away from one of them without blowing your cover.

Turns out you didn't have to work very hard to ‘keep an eye out,’ seeing as the man you were looking for was walking up to you right now.

"What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?" He asks after sitting a bit too close to you.

You try not to roll your eyes and giggle instead, "Looking for a drink."

"Let me buy you one." He says instead of asking.

"Sure.” You answer anyway. “Sooo, what's a guy like you doing here?" You ask flirtingly.

"Work thing." He seems reticent about his answer, so you try to pry more out of him.

“Oh, really, me too!" You fake enthusiasm. "I work at an office that requires we go out for," you put up air quotes, "office bonding every year." You roll your eyes. "Is that why you’re here too?"

"Uh…yeah, basically. My job’s pretty private, so I can't tell you much."

You pout and move closer "Oh come on! You’re not a spy, are you? You can tell me."

The man somewhat breaks, "Fine, but you have to meet me on the floor under this later tonight, that’s where my coworkers and I hang out. Then I’ll tell you what I do. Ok sweetheart?" He holds your chin.

You try not to cringe, "Ok, see you then."

He walks off, and Steve immediately shows up.

“What’d he say?”

You grin, "The guy’s a dumbass, he practically gave me all the info we need. He said to meet him in the basement where he and the rest of his group ‘meetup’ often."

You wait until Steve finally pieces it together and says, "It's here. We’re in Mime’s base."

"Yeah." You nod. "We’ve just never thought to look in the basement of a dingy bar."

Steve nods and looks genuinely impressed that you figured that out in just the few minutes you talked with him. You inwardly beam at the thought of impressing Steve.

"I noticed some of the members walking around the room earlier, we should go now before they meet up underground." Steve says.

You two leave right away and covertly in search of the explosive in the basement.

You are searching every room in that basement, behind every door you come across, only to be surprised when you see guards heading your way.

“Sorry. Can I kiss you?” Steve asks almost too quickly for you to understand. You nod anyway, putting complete trust in him.

You freeze, and before you know what’s happening, your back’s against a wall and soft lips are against yours. Steve is kissing you. OMG, Steve is kissing you. After getting over the initial shock, you reciprocate.

You're not even aware that the guards have left until Steve pulls away. Breathing heavily, you gape at each other before returning your attention to the mission.

Right, the mission. That’s the only reason Steve kissed you—to make the guards unsuspicious. You ignore the bad feeling that leaves in your stomach and instead get back on track.

"Found it! Deactivating it now," Steve yells from across the room before you catch up to him.

Steve successfully deactivates the bomb and you both let out a deep exhale, pleased that everything was over. At least that's what you thought.

Out of the corner of your eye and behind Steve's back, you see a man with a gun. Without thinking, you push Steve out of the way, barely evading the bullet yourself, and run up to knock the guy out before he can think to pull the trigger again.

You turn around to see Steve on the floor, panting with a surprised look on his face.

"Get up. We need to go before the rest of them find us." You say quickly, helping Steve up and running out of there.

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After debriefing with Tony and deciding that it was too exhausting to fly back to the compound tonight, you both chose to stay at the hotel. Though nothing has been said since.

Steve is mad at you—well, more than usual. He’s been quiet, too quiet. Plus, he’s distancing himself further from you by staying on the couch without even discussing who gets the bed.

You honestly don't know why it bothers you so much. You thought you would enjoy Steve’s silence, but after the day you had, his silence only makes you nervous.

Not that you expected him to say thank you for saving his life, but once again, some sort of acknowledgement would have been nice. He’s on the couch while you're sitting up on the bed, pretending to be focused on whatever's playing on the tv.

You try to think of something to say, but only come up with: "Is everything okay, Steve?"

He lets out a scoff, and you're tired of his scoffing. How dare he be annoyed with you when you haven't done anything to deserve this treatment?

You get off the bed in frustration, "What? What is it?!"

Steve‘s eyebrows are raised when he looks up at you. Having never seen you this angry before, he quickly adjusts his expression to appear unaffected. "I don't know what you’re talking about." He mumbles in an attempt to avoid having this conversation.

Now it's your turn to scoff. "I helped you out there, and I can’t even get as little as a nod." You explained with lowered brows.

Steve sighs, "Don't act like you did that to help me. You wouldn't care if I got injured. What you did was reckless, you could have gotten seriously hurt." He argued.

You can’t believe what you’re hearing. "Are you kidding?! You could have gotten seriously hurt." You throw back at him. "I was only trying to help, like any teammate would." Your arms come up before dropping in exasperation.

His jaw tightens, "I would heal. You wouldn’t."

"You might be a super soldier, but you still hurt." You say softly, and that seems to change things because Steve’s eyes soften. Look, I know you hate me-"

"What?" Steve interrupts, hurt that you could say that.

You sigh and look straight at Steve, finally asking what you’ve been too scared to for the longest time, "Did I do something wrong? Why do you hate me?" You ask, trying not to get emotional.

Steve gets up from the couch with a wounded look on his face and takes a step towards you. "How could you think that I hate.." He breathes out before continuing, "You didn't do anything wrong. I did." He looks down.

You furrow your brows, and Steve explains, "I don’t hate you. It’s...the opposite actually."

Now you’re even more confused.

He finds it hard to look at you when he says, "I’ve liked you since the day you walked into the compound. You made me feel a way I hadn't in a long time, and I didn't know how to deal with that. So instead, I distanced myself from you, hoping this feeling would go away, but it didn't. It hasn’t."

Your eyes widen, not knowing what to say.

He looks back up at you and takes another step forward. "It only intensified, and I soon realized that I wanted to get to know you. Except I thought you hated me, so I gave up on that idea."

“But now I know you never did, I just made you hate me back.”

You stand there, speechless, and with your eyebrows raised. Steve holds your eyes with his as he confesses, "I'm sorry for ever making you think you did anything wrong and for treating you so horribly. I’m so sorry." It’s only then that you notice how close Steve has gotten. His clean and beautiful scent flooding your senses.

You softly gasp when he takes both your hands in his and whispers, "I could never hate you."

Your heart beats so fast in your chest as you stare deeply into each other’s eyes before he moves one of his hands to hold your face, and you hold his.

You move even closer together, “Can I kiss you?” he whispers.

You nod before feeling the soft warmth of his lips embrace your own. It was a gentle kiss that communicated things your words couldn't.

When you both finally pull away, you just sit there for a moment, foreheads touching, breathing heavily, unable to open your eyes for a bit. Basking in the warmth of being near each other.

"Plus, I couldn’t stand Sam and Bucky's teasing if they knew how much I liked you." Steve jokes.

You laughed softly. Maybe Nat was right, this was perfect. Now the room having one bed isn’t a problem for you two anymore.

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