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I love this story!

And it’s do sweet to see the interactions when she’s still a cat 🥹 the sock she gave buck? The little biting with Steve? And just being a typical cat, bossy and everything…love it!

Scrappy

platonic Bucky Barnes x Alpine!Reader Steve Rogers x shapeshifter!Reader

Summary: You transform into a human, revealing to Steve and Bucky that you are not just Alpine, the beloved cat.

part of Companion Animal (see previous or series)

Warnings for mentions of nudity and past trauma (nothing specific), arguing, language (because everyone is in shock), and canon-level violence (toward a bad guy). Angst with a happy-ish ending, since that will be elaborated on later. Zero editing. None of it is strictly not-safe-for-minors, but remember, your media consumption is your responsibility, yours alone, and no one else's. WC 2.1k

You were never supposed to participate, yet here you are chasing a man you know only as “Duplicate” through the woods. Bucky and Steve took off in other directions after what they thought were sole (two) version of the guy, but you have an advantage they do not: you can smell the real Duplicate in a cluster of trees.

You also have a disadvantage: in cat form, you cannot yell loud enough for Bucky and Steve to hear your discovery, and the attempts at crying have spooked the man bolting toward the road. If he makes it there, you suspect he’ll get away, possibly even steal one of your boys’ bikes to do so.

The spike of adrenaline drives you further, faster, harder. You can feel the energy is temporary. You have to stop Duplicate.

Luckily, he’s not particularly fast zigzagging through the trees, so you swipe at his ankles and legs, landing several swats and a bite, but then the cover of forest opens up to a ditch below the north lane of freeway.

One final push, and you have to make it count.

You jump, breathe straining in your lungs, chest tight from fear of failure, fury steadying your claws as they dig into his shoulders, and you pull to drag him down with all your strength.

He crumples with a wail, right on top of you. Between you’re flailing and his, no one manages to get up or out of the lock. It’s a mess of arms and legs, a din of angry grunts and curses, until Steve makes it back to wrench Duplicate off of you and fling him into a waiting left hook of Bucky’s powerful vibranium fist.

Only a few blows later, he’s unconscious, and you’ve scrambled to your feet.

“Oh, OH, shit, sorry,” Steve began to look in your direction, but swiftly covers his eyes and turns away. “I’m sorry, miss. We--we’re here to—did he hurt you?”

Bucky stares openly…at eye-level.

You transitioned from a 16-in long feline with white fur to a woman with no fur.

You’re naked.

“Wha—WHAT THE HELL!”

Steve makes a tutting noise as if Bucky’s forgotten his manners, seems to attempt an apologetic smile your way, and immediately corrects his gaze to the ground again.

With wide eyes, Bucky slowly, carefully, and deliberately says your name out loud. He even repeats it before a dumbfounded “you’re Alpine?”

Steve’s whole body snaps ramrod straight. “What?”

The pressure in your chest swells too big for your ribcage. It hurts. You panic.

They grow taller and taller in your vision, Bucky pleading for you to wait, but when he steps closer, your shaking becomes four legs bolting back to the tree line.

“You know that woman? Did you KNOW ABOUT—“

The screaming continues until you tuck yourself beneath a high root not too far into the woods. You can’t see them, only hear.

“I did not—shut up,” Bucky says to Steve. “I didn’t know, but I recognize her.”

“Buck, you gotta be shitting me. Your cat?!”

“Stop yelling, dude. You’re scaring her.”

“I’m scaring HER?”

The pang bubbles over, so what would be a sob comes bursting out as a high-pitched, pathetic cry, as weak as you felt in human form.

“Yes,” Bucky grits, more vicious than anything you’ve ever heard him say. “You are.”

“I’m sorry,” Steve hisses. “Twenty seconds ago, I didn’t think I’d spent months calling a grown woman ‘babygirl.’ That’s embarrassing…and so insulting.”

“I leave the bathroom door open. How did you think I feel?!”

There’s shuffling as Steve whispers his reply of “that’s just common courtesy, jerk. Why would—“

“I DIDN’T KNOW. Now, just—can you just stay here and make sure this asshole doesn’t—“

“She could be anywhere by—“

“Just do it, Steve,” Bucky grumbles. “We can’t risk him waking up before Containment gets here, and I’m going to go find Alpine.”

“Apparently, that’s not her name,” Steve snips. Footstep crunch through leaves and grass for a moment. “Hey, why have you seen her face?”

“I think—“ Bucky specifies he’s guessing “—her father came by after she ran away. Canvased the whole neighborhood passing out her picture. Actually, he thought she was kidnapped? Maybe?”

“You didn’t kidnap a woman, did you?!”

“No! Of course not. He was convinced she’d never run—ya know what? This is wasting time. I’m—“

You don’t want to be discovered within seconds of Bucky breaching the trees, so you run, hearing, “damn it,” before the footsteps quicken in pursuit.

You race along the tree line until banking a sharp turn to throw him off. For a minute or two, it seems to work. The energy has drained from your body, and you lie down to recover. Your blood rushes past your sensitive ears. That’s all you can hear till…

“Pretty girl, I won’t harm you. I would never harm you.” Stealthy as a ghost, Bucky creeps past the nearest log of deadwood. “I just need to know you’re okay.”

He scans his surroundings before his gaze lands directly on you.

You offer a defiant meow.

“Tired, huh?” He crouches down beside you, his flesh palm landing on your heaving chest. “Your heartbeat is so fast. That’s it. Take some nice, deep breaths. There. That’s better.”

Bucky takes a seat, saying nothing more, just monitoring you, making sure you’re comfortable and safe. He doesn’t need to say anything because it’s clear he remembers your face—your real face—and your story—the version your father tells, at least. Bucky doesn’t give you any excuses. There are no platitudes of ‘everything will be fine’ or ‘all is forgiven.’ After a long time, he simply strokes down your back how he knows you like it.

“Hey, Alpine?”

You side eye him and merp softly.

“Would you like to go home?”

With one last huff and a glance forward, you get up off the ground, grateful his face is not visible from this far below and your own face isn’t readable from that far above. Soon, you notice he’s falling back several paces and turn to tilt your head questioningly.

Bucky points. “Bike’s that way, sweetheart. Is it okay if…I mean, can I just carry you?”

You follow his finger into darkness and dense wood that looks the exact same as everywhere else, realizing you’re lost. You’d be lost without Bucky now in more ways than one.

You stride to his legs and wait to be hoisted through the air, limp and settled automatically, the familiar sweet spot in arms lulling you to rest.

“Good job today,” he whispers. “Couldn’t have done it without ya.”

Out of habit more than choice, you begin to purr, and Bucky scratches between your ears.

“You’d let me know, right? If you didn’t want something? If you hated this?”

You keep purring, eyes shut because it’s too hard to look at him, to see that he knows. You still haven’t made any sort of answer by the time his boots hit pavement.

He stops.

“Alpine, I’m sorry, but you need to use your words. Are you okay?”

A crackling, sad meow escapes you.

“You wanna go back home?”

This time, your chirp is a bit stronger, and you finally open your eyes.

There’s light everywhere, red, white, and blue, flashing endlessly like waves in moonlight.

Bucky swings his leg over his motorcycle and puts you down on the seat, unzipping his jacket as he always does to let you crawl in.

“Wait,” someone calls from all the commotion, and here comes Steve. “You…you found her?”

You scurry to hide, squeezing through the tight leather and Bucky’s rigid side, your feet poking out until you make space. If you thought it was difficult to face Bucky, you weren’t prepared for the sickly surge of Steve knowing what you really are.

“She’s fine,” Buck says simply. “We’re going home.”

“I—I gotta debrief. I can’t leave.” Steve sounds so…broken.

You can’t help but wiggle to get a peek and end up popping up from Bucky’s collar, your ears flattened, looking enough like an alien with fangs that Steve actually smiles.

“Woman, you are not riding like that,” Bucky grumbles.

“Hi” is all Steve manages, but it’s as soft as ever. “I’ll…can I come by later?” His eyes are locked with yours. “I promise I won’t tell anyone. We won’t—“ you feel Bucky’s nod more than see it in unison with Steve’s “—not until you’re ready.”

“Cap! Captain, we’re heading out!”

Steve’s smile falls, and though he’s poised to reply, again he can’t find the words. He only waves and jogs off with his head down.

You slither around beneath the jacket until in your normal spot for riding.

“What’re you, a snake now?” Bucky snorts, playfully adding, “weirdo,” and revving the engine.

This journey home is different. When you first rode the bike with him, Bucky made sure to put a hand under you at every stop, a security check of sorts, and then once you were comfortable, he seemed so proud to have your head poking out that he just enjoyed watching kids and passersby get a kick from it. He doesn’t go full speed this time. The streets are more empty than usual. Bucky doesn’t make to touch you as he stops.

Instead, he motions to this store and that.

“You like donuts? That place is pretty good.”

“Don’t go there unless you want soggy pizza. Way too much sauce. Do not let Steve tell ya different. It’s awful. Man has no standards.”

“Great shepherd’s pie at that pub. We’ll go someday. Goes well with a pint if you enjoy that sorta thing.” He shrugs. “I can’t anymore. Least, not for anythin’ but the taste…”

A clothing boutique shuts off their display lights just as you two zip past.

“Shit, honey, we gotta get you some duds. Tomorrow, maybe.”

You hop down and walk beside him on the way into the apartment, making a b-line for the couch once inside. Pointedly, Bucky sighs, heading to the bathroom, shutting the door very carefully, and cursing several times…quietly.

You’d laugh if you could.

He returns after a trip to the bedroom, a stack of clothes placed in front of you neatly, and he asks if he should give you privacy.

You don’t move from your tightly curled ball.

“Can you control it?”

You just blink.

“Do you want me to stay out here?”

He takes the lift of your head as a ‘yes.’

Bucky sits in his usual corner, rubbing his hands on his thighs awkwardly until he spots the remote on the coffee table.

He shoots you a glance and raises an eyebrow. “Next episode, m’lady?”

When you get up, stretch, and saunter over to him, he swipes the remote and gets comfortable, tipping the blanket off the back of the couch to drape over you.

You watch but hardly pay attention, your head in his lap as you fall asleep.

Your dreams rehash the fight with Duplicate. In one or two reenactments, you purposefully change to human. You’re the one punching him out. You’re the one saving the day. In one or two, Steve looks at you like a goddess, full of awe and admiration. In more than two, he screams in horror, and the last of those jolts you awake.

Bucky may not sleep deeply often, but when he does, his snoring is loud. It’s the first thing you notice, even before realizing it’s your palm pushing up against him to orient yourself.

“Hey, hey, don’t worry.” Steve whispers from at your feet—holding your human feet steady in his own lap. “You’re okay. You’re home.”

The blanket which swallowed your cat form barely covers the length of you now, and you tuck it tightly against your chest, heart hammering to keep you aware. You can feel the shrinking urge, the one that pulls you into a creature of protection, a shielded beast of caution, and it must show on your face. Perhaps your eyes change color or your ears begin to point. You don’t know, but Steve now does.

He slides farther under your legs, reaching a finger beneath your chin. His skin is warm when truly touching yours. You imagined it would be, but you never knew until this moment.

“Stay with me,” he pleads. “It’s alright.”

But what you’ve known from day one—the truth in Steve Rogers’ blue gaze—is that he can’t lie. If he says it’s alright, then it is, and if he orders you to stay…

…then you will.

[Next Part: Cozy]

[Main Masterlist; Steve Rogers Series List; Bucky Barnes Masterlist]

A/N: I cried writing this. I was also way too excited to post it, so tahdah, you get more two days later!

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Request for a story where Steve hopelessly falls in love with the new hire for the avengers/ stark industries marketing department. So Natasha immediately sets up that she helps him with all things social media

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: It's your first day at Stark Industries...and Natasha seems to notice Steve's little crush on you.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Steve Rogers x SI!employee!reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none I'd say

Keep in mind English is not my first language!

Nervously you entered Starks office. It was your first day at work and you were supposed to come here first. Probably to meet Tony himself-you we're supposed to take care of the marketing department of Stark Industries.

You've dreamt about this since you were in high school. This moment. Entering Starks office, meeting Tony stark himself. You haven't met him, since the job interview was with Pepper-and she was great. Such a friendly and likeable woman.

"Come in, Mrs Y/N", a robotic voice said, after you knocked on Starks office door. Slightly surprised you looked up. Wow. So it was really true-stark had a artificial intelligence in his whole building. Incredible.

You opened the door, a big smile on your face. "Good Morning, Mr Stark", you said while looking at the man mentioned. Your smile slightly fell when you saw the other person sitting in the room in front of Starks desk.

No way.

No fu-

"Cap-Captain-hi-yhm, I mean-Good morning", you said flustered.

Why was he  here? Of course you knew him. Actually you wrote an essay about him in Highschool. And in college.

God. This was embarrassing. You've never had a crush on anybody...besides him. Captain America. Steve Rogers.

Steve seemed to feel pretty much the same. As soon as you entered the room, he blushed. He could feel his whole body being on fire.

Of course Tony noticed this. A smirk appeared on his lips, while he slowly drank a sip from his coffee. "Hello, new employee. I guess you're here to introduce yourself-Y/N, right?", he started talking, while slowly looking back to Steve, who apparently thought the floor must be incredibly interesting, so intense he was starring at it.

You looked back from Steve to Tony. You could feel your cheeks heat up. "Yes, yes that's me. I'm here for marketing department and also the social media for Stark industries?", you asked, since you weren't sure about the last part. Pepper told you this could be a possibility-social media is important for Stark industries and Stark himself-but he wasn't allowed to post anything. It didn't surprise you to hear that...not after the last incident.

Tony nodded, while he gestured you to sit down.

He gestured to the chair in front of his desk.

Right next to Steve.

Oh god.

Deep breaths.

You slowly sat down, giving Steve a small-and tense-smile. He looked away.

Oh wow, great.

"Well, Y/N, Pepper already told me you seemed perfect for the job, so-", the door interrupted Tony mid sentence. Natasha-fucking-Romanoff just entered the room.

Oh god, please no.

A smirk crossed her lips, while she came to Steve and put her hands on his shoulders. "Hi Tony-I think our Gramps forgot he was supposed to train with me", her words made Steve sigh. He was used to the teasing of his teammates. Yet there was something different this time-

A quiet chuckle.

You.

He immediately looked up, which made you look away.

The two of you blushed.

Natasha and Tony noticed your reactions and looked at each other for a moment. Both of them smirked knowingly, while the two of you looked away from each other.  Clueless.

"Well, let's go, fossil or do you need help getting up?", Natasha teased. Steve sighed again and shook his head. "That's I don't need help with getting anything up", his whole face burned. He was mortified. Why did he say it like that? The whole room went quite, while everyone looked at Steve.

Wordlessly he quickly stood up. "We should-training", he mumbled while grabbing Natasha arm and leaving the room with her-the red head started laughing.

As you looked back at Steve, your eyes met. A small smile spread over your lips, before you looked away. So did Steve.

Tony watched the two of you with his eyebrows raised.

He may or may not texted Natasha something about what he saw-of course she already knew.

"So Steve-how's your Twitter going?", natasha asked Steve, while blocking one of his punches. He sighed. They had this conversation way too often. Natasha knew he didn't want any social media-at least nothing as Captain America. Just some small accounts he could use to scroll through Instagram or Twitter, but nothing where he would post. It's just not...him.

Slowly he put his hands down and shook his head. "Come on Nat, we've talked about it. The world doesn't need a...a Twitter account for Captain America", he mumbled, grabbing his water bottle and taking a sip. Unimpressed Nat raised one of her perfect eyebrows. „Whatever you say...Captain Iceberg." A cocky smile on her face. She already had a great idea...

This job was great. You loved it.

Tony was a better boss than the one you had before-and you could actually work in your department and not be the one who brought everyone coffee. That's what happened at your old workplace.

An hour before finishing, Tony came into your small office-which was also new, you never had your own office before. "I have a request for you-the last one for today. Natasha needs some help with a little...social media problem. Could you take a look? I let JARVIS know to let you out on the right floor", he said.

With a friendly smile on your lips you left with Tony your office and went to the elevator. "I'm sure it'll be fun", Tony said and guided you to the elevator with a cheeky smile. Before the door closed you could him hear saying something about...the captains floor? What?

Before you could process everything, the door opened.

You looked straight into the muscular chest of Steve Rogers himself. Slowly you looked up. "Hello Captain", you mumbled quietly, blushing. A small smile appeared on Steve's face. He seemed nervous.

"Hi-what-? What are you doing here?", the man before you asked, while stepping aside, to let you in.

Walking this closely next to him, made your whole body tingle.

Slightly nervous you took out your phone. "Tony told me Natasha needed help with social media? But I think he send me to the wrong floor-I'll call him and-" "Nope, you're in the right place...Natasha did it", he interrupted you quietly mumbling. He sighed. Of course Natasha had to pull something like that.

"She wants me to make a Captain America account on Twitter and Instagram. I don't really need that, but she thinks it could be useful." While telling you this, he put his hand on your lower back and guided you on the sofa to sit. Only a few seconds he realised it. Immediately he withdrew his hand from you, like if you had burned him. Steve could feel his cheeks heating up. God, would this blushing ever stop?

"It's a nice idea. You could use it to spread...awareness, love and important informations, you know? I can help you with making an account...that's kinda my job", you giggled in the end, which also made Steve smile.

Maybe he should give it a try. It had nothing with you to do, of course. But it definitely didn't hurt, that you would have to be here and sit with him for as long as he needed to create the accounts....

You looked at him for a moment. He raised his eyebrows slightly up. Did he had something on his face?

„Your phone“, you said with a slight smile on your face. Steve immediately nodded and looked down at his pants, where he had his phone. His face turned red-or maybe it still was-while he gave your phone over.

The corner of your lips twitched upwards. “Please enter the code and open Instagram, Captain.” “Steve-just-just call me Steve”, he mumbled, while doing what you asked him to do. Once again he gave you his phone.

“Great, thank you, Ca-Steve.”

Slightly Steve leaned over you, to watch you while you…whatever you were doing. You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing while looking at his Instagram account. “Brooklynboy1918? Really, Steve? I can’t believe you have a secret account”, grinning you couldn’t stop yourself from typing in your Instagram account and follow yourself.

Steve Rogers was your crush since Highschool-you would let your chances go by.

You still felt a bit flustered about doing that.

“Let’s…make the Captain account for you”, you mumbled. You could feel Steve lean over you-and it made your heart race. Why did he had to be so close? God it made your whole body tremble slightly.

Steve didn’t even noticed at first how close he was. Not until he could smell your sweet perfume. You smelt so, so good…

Immediately he backed away a bit. God, that was embarrassing. You probably thought he was weird, leaning over you like that.

You tried to not to show how shaky your hands were, while you thought about a Instagramname for Steve’s new account. Yet, it wasn’t easy to concentrate. Steve was just…so close. You could smell his shampoo. He smelled so good…so fresh and clean. You just wanted to bury yourself in his chest. Smell him, feel him…

Slightly your eyes widened when you realised what you were thinking about. “S-so, the account is made. Now let’s…do something about the profile picture. Maybe a picture from the photoshoot you had a month ago?”, you muttered, which made Steve smile a bit. You knew about his photoshooting. It made his heart jump, even though he had no idea why.

Steve nodded. “Yes, that’s a good idea. I liked a few photos from this one.”

It only took a few minutes finding the right photo-and you really had to pull yourself together not to ogle all of his photos you could find on the internet.

“Now to the biography, tell the world something about you, Steve…”

Within half an hour Steve had a Instagram and Twitter account just for Captain America.

And also Steve’s food had arrived, that he had ordered, before he found out you’d come to help him. It was enough for the two of you, since Steve always ordered a lot of food.

“Look, you’re getting followers. Told you it was a great idea. Natasha was right”, you said while taking another bite from your pizza slice. Steve already ate six, while you were at you second-and there were still three whole pizzas on the table.

Leaning back, Steve let out a quite sigh. “Maybe I should’ve done it sooner”, he mumbled while looking from his phone back to you.

Or maybe that was the perfect time to make these accounts. At least he spend some time with you.

You looked at your watch and gasped. “Oh, I should get going. My shift-“ “just stay for a bit longer”, Steve interrupted you.

The two of you smiled slightly, while blushing again.

You liked seeing Steve blush…and you were curious how far this blush could go…

“A bit longer probably wouldn’t hurt”, you mumbled flustered, biting in your slice.

A big smile crossed Steve’s lips.

Maybe he should thank Natasha for this.

Speaking of the devil, a massage brought him out of his thoughts. He looked back at his phone. “Natasha says it’s also important that I make a tinder account? What’s that?”, by the way you started laughing, he assumed it was, in fact, not needed.

He definitely will not thank Natasha for anything.

You but your bottom lip slightly. “Of course we can reconsider a tinder account for you, but…it wouldn’t be necessary if you…asked me on a date instead?” Grinning Steve nodded immediately.

Maybe he could thank Natasha after all….just maybe.

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New perfume

My Masterlist

Summary: you got yourself a new Parfum, after seeing some interesting TikTok…

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A/N: hi:) I’m really sorry for not posting. I can’t promise when I’m gonna update any of my wips, for now I just wanna try to write some short one shots and drabbles again.

Warnings: none? It’s rather fluff, implied smut maybe

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

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After watching a few TikTok’s you couldn’t stop yourself from buying something new.

It wasn’t something necessary.

Not even the slightest.

But at the same time you couldn’t stop your curiosity.

Would pheromones really work like they did on all those TikTok’s?

Would it even affect a super soldier?

Only a few days later you’ve received your package. Just a small little carton, Steve didn’t even ask what it was, being so used by you buying always some random little decor or things for yourself.

Your first thought was to use the perfume immediately-but then you decided otherwise.

You waited till you finally went shopping together, walking along the aisles with scented candles. “Steve could you please go and grab a shopping basket?”, I smiled at him, pecking his cheek. He nodded, immediately grinning at the gentle kiss.

After his back disappeared behind the shelves you took out the little perfume bottle and sprayed the sides of your neck and your wrists, bringing your hand to your nose you’d thought a strong sweet smell would hit you but….you couldn’t barely feel the new scent.

It wasn’t bad, like a simple body mist…you thought It would be better.

Well, maybe you got scammed, maybe you used an untrusted website, who knows.

Just when you put away the bottle Steve appeared around the corner, smiling brightly at you, “here you go”, he grinned, holding out the basked, inside a small plush teddy bear holding a heart with "I love you”. Chuckling you stood on your tippy toes to give him a peck on his cheek and-

He sniffed your cheek. “You smell good”, the bond mumbled, making you smirk. “I’m sure it might be also because we’re surrounded by the scented candles”, you smiled at your boyfriend, not believing he’d smell the pheromones since the smell was too faint in your opinion.

Slightly confused he turned to the shelf, grabbing one of the baby pink candles, smelling it. He repeated this action a few times, grabbing various candles in different colours, with different scents and- he placed his hands on his hips. “No. It’s not the candles”, he leaned down to you again, this time smelling your neck.

“Wow, it’s-wow, new perfume?”, he mumbled in your neck, pressing his nose further against your skin, sniffing you. “Yes, Steve, careful I’ll trip-“, I chuckled when he leaned his body more against you.

“It’s amazing-why didn’t you use it before-“, he was interrupted by his own loud sniffing as he breathed in the smell, grabbing your wrists when you lifted your hand to his face. “It’s with pheromones. I just bought it a few days ago…saw it on tiktok”, you explained while watching him press his nose against your wrist.

“I think I’m getting a boner”, said Steve suddenly, his face turning a dark red as he looked down at himself.

And he was right. He had a big tent in his jeans, “oh god Steve behave yourself”, you scolded him quietly, watching as he grabbed the basket, holding it in front of himself.

“We’re going home-“ “it’ll go away in a few seconds Steve-“, he rolled his eyes at my words. “Yeah I know but I wanna go home. Now. I want us to go home to do things that I don’t wanna say out loud”, he raised his eyebrows, making you understand his intentions. “You’re such a dork-“ “you bought pheromones, what can I say, they’re affecting me.”

Grinning, you walked with him to the exit but before you left, you pulled him to a cashier. At his scolding gaze you shrugged. “I want that teddy bear”, you winked.

Moments later you sat in the car, with Steve in the passenger seat, which was a rare sight.

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New perfume

My Masterlist

Summary: you got yourself a new Parfum, after seeing some interesting TikTok…

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A/N: hi:) I’m really sorry for not posting. I can’t promise when I’m gonna update any of my wips, for now I just wanna try to write some short one shots and drabbles again.

Warnings: none? It’s rather fluff, implied smut maybe

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

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After watching a few TikTok’s you couldn’t stop yourself from buying something new.

It wasn’t something necessary.

Not even the slightest.

But at the same time you couldn’t stop your curiosity.

Would pheromones really work like they did on all those TikTok’s?

Would it even affect a super soldier?

Only a few days later you’ve received your package. Just a small little carton, Steve didn’t even ask what it was, being so used by you buying always some random little decor or things for yourself.

Your first thought was to use the perfume immediately-but then you decided otherwise.

You waited till you finally went shopping together, walking along the aisles with scented candles. “Steve could you please go and grab a shopping basket?”, I smiled at him, pecking his cheek. He nodded, immediately grinning at the gentle kiss.

After his back disappeared behind the shelves you took out the little perfume bottle and sprayed the sides of your neck and your wrists, bringing your hand to your nose you’d thought a strong sweet smell would hit you but….you couldn’t barely feel the new scent.

It wasn’t bad, like a simple body mist…you thought It would be better.

Well, maybe you got scammed, maybe you used an untrusted website, who knows.

Just when you put away the bottle Steve appeared around the corner, smiling brightly at you, “here you go”, he grinned, holding out the basked, inside a small plush teddy bear holding a heart with "I love you”. Chuckling you stood on your tippy toes to give him a peck on his cheek and-

He sniffed your cheek. “You smell good”, the bond mumbled, making you smirk. “I’m sure it might be also because we’re surrounded by the scented candles”, you smiled at your boyfriend, not believing he’d smell the pheromones since the smell was too faint in your opinion.

Slightly confused he turned to the shelf, grabbing one of the baby pink candles, smelling it. He repeated this action a few times, grabbing various candles in different colours, with different scents and- he placed his hands on his hips. “No. It’s not the candles”, he leaned down to you again, this time smelling your neck.

“Wow, it’s-wow, new perfume?”, he mumbled in your neck, pressing his nose further against your skin, sniffing you. “Yes, Steve, careful I’ll trip-“, I chuckled when he leaned his body more against you.

“It’s amazing-why didn’t you use it before-“, he was interrupted by his own loud sniffing as he breathed in the smell, grabbing your wrists when you lifted your hand to his face. “It’s with pheromones. I just bought it a few days ago…saw it on tiktok”, you explained while watching him press his nose against your wrist.

“I think I’m getting a boner”, said Steve suddenly, his face turning a dark red as he looked down at himself.

And he was right. He had a big tent in his jeans, “oh god Steve behave yourself”, you scolded him quietly, watching as he grabbed the basket, holding it in front of himself.

“We’re going home-“ “it’ll go away in a few seconds Steve-“, he rolled his eyes at my words. “Yeah I know but I wanna go home. Now. I want us to go home to do things that I don’t wanna say out loud”, he raised his eyebrows, making you understand his intentions. “You’re such a dork-“ “you bought pheromones, what can I say, they’re affecting me.”

Grinning, you walked with him to the exit but before you left, you pulled him to a cashier. At his scolding gaze you shrugged. “I want that teddy bear”, you winked.

Moments later you sat in the car, with Steve in the passenger seat, which was a rare sight.

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x female reader

A/N: hi:) just a (very) short Drabble while I’m trying to fight against my writer’s block, I have to start somewhere I guess

The soft kisses made him gasp quietly, barely audible, but you still heard them. A smirk formed on your lips as you nibbled on his skin, a red mark erupting after a few seconds.

Gasping he balled his hands into fists, he couldn’t even hold onto you, being handcuffed to the bed. Oh but god, he really wanted to. He could feel your breasts pressing against his chest, your went folds sliding along his cock but not letting him in, just teasing.

He couldn’t tell if it was you who was so wet or if it was his pre-cum, Jesus, and only a moment ago he had been asking you if you’d had enough lube. This wasn’t even needed anymore.

A chuckle escaped your lips as you kissed him hungrily, him opening his mouth wider for you to spit inside. Another gasp as you did as he pleaded, not having really expected it with his eyes covered with the silky material.

Another sweet sound when you lower yourself onto his cock, letting him fill you to the brim. God, you could never get used to this feeling. Neither could he.

But instead of bouncing on his lap you sat comfortably, grabbing the vibrator next to you. “You know what I’m gonna do now?”, you asked, turning on the toy. “I don’t know”, was his quiet answer that made you click your tongue. “I’m gonna have fun while you lay here and be useful to me”, you gasped quietly as you pressed the vibrator to your clit, already feeling close.

Sighing you started to move your hips, purely for your own pleasure, grinding against him quickly. “Fuck”, you whispered, sliding his blindfold up, enough to watch you please yourself.

Seeing your face scratch up in pleasure while you chased your high, using him as your plaything was enough for Steve to throw him over the edge unexpectedly- “oh god I’m-“ before he could finish his sentence his cock started throbbing, filling your cunt with his seed. Second later you buried your nails in his peck, moaning as your body trembled from your own intense orgasm.

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4 - The Devil I Desire

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A/N: Another chapter!:) it’s been a while I know. I’m also working on a reader x Steve one shot. Hopefully I’ll manage to finish it soon too!🥰

Pairing: SilverFoxSteve Rogers x CollegeStudentBuckyBarnes

Warnings: Brock being an ass, toxic behaviour?, gaslighting?

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Bucky barely slept that night.

Every time he closed his eyes, Alpine’s absence gnawed at his chest. The sound of rain against the window only made it worse. She hated storms. She was probably curled up somewhere, scared, alone.

Beside him, Brock’s steady breathing filled the room.

Bucky turned, looking at him in the dim light. Brock had been… irritated. Sure, losing a pet wasn’t the end of the world, but Alpine wasn’t just a pet. She was family. Bucky had thought Brock understood that, but the exhaustion in his voice, the way he had snapped at him, made him wonder.

Maybe Brock just wasn’t good with emotions. Maybe Bucky was too much.

He swallowed the lump in his throat and curled in on himself, trying to shake the gnawing feeling in his gut, managing to fall asleep from exhaustion, but not for long. Definitely not in a peaceful sleep.

Bucky woke up with an ache in his chest. Not a sharp pain, but something dull and persistent. Like an old bruise that never quite healed. He reached for Alpine’s usual spot at the foot of the bed, his fingers brushing against cold sheets.

Right. She was still gone.

His stomach twisted. She’d never run off like this before. What if she was hurt? What if—

“Babe, can you not start with this again?” Brock’s groggy voice interrupted his thoughts. Bucky tensed. “What?” Brock sighed, rolling over onto his back. “The cat. You were literally crying about it all night. I get that you’re sad, but you need to chill.”

Those words were like a knife to his chest. Or back. Rather his back. He definitely hadn’t expected to hear such words from his lover.

Bucky sat up, gripping the blanket. “She’s my family, Brock. She’s—she’s all I have.” “Oh my god,” Brock groaned, rubbing his face. “Are you seriously saying that? Like I’m not lying right here?”

Bucky opened his mouth, then closed it. He didn’t even know what to say. Why would Brock be so rude? He sounded more jealous than actually caring.

“She’s a cat, Bucky. She’ll show up or she won’t. Either way, you don’t need to act like the world is ending. Grow up, she’s just an animal.”

The words were like a slap.

Something about the way Brock said it—so dismissive, so impatient—made Bucky’s skin crawl.

And for the first time, he thought: I don’t think he loves me the way I need to be loved.

Which he really hadn’t expected to think about Brock like that-especially not so soon into their relationship.

He shook those thoughts away. Maybe he was too sensitive.

Bucky looked away, biting the inside of his cheek. Maybe Brock just didn’t get it. Maybe he wasn’t a pet person. That didn���t make him a bad boyfriend… right?

Right?

While making himself a coffe, his phone rang with a message, the screen lighting up, Alpines picture lighting up.

>> Good morning, I’m happy to tell you I found your cat. The number and address was on its collar. ( great idea to do so:)) I’ll bring your gem back in no time, hope you’re home at 5 pm. - Rogers <<

Bucky stared at this message for what felt like eternity.

Alpine was alive.

And just when he wanted to type in a message, the three dots appeared, signaling that the other person was typing-and then a picture.

There she was, Alpine on someone’s lap, her paws spread out on the man’s lap and looking up at the person with big eyes.

>> I’ve never been a cat guy, but she really does seem sweet. Especially looking up at my sandwich.<<

Bucky had to swallow down his tears of happiness. No, fuck that, he can cry if he wants to, so he does. “Brook she’s okay”, said Bucky hurrying into the bedroom, shaking brooks shoulder, who was once again asleep. “Good, now let me sleep and keep quiet”, the man hissed, making Bucky lower his head. Could he be a bit happier for him?

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He had been running on autopilot all day, pretending like this wasn’t a bad idea. Like he wasn’t about to come face to face with someone he had discarded like trash.

Steve wasn’t sure why he was standing in front of the door for the past few minutes. It’s like he couldn’t bring himself to knock.

He had told himself he would drop the cat off, say a quick she wandered into my place, and leave. No need for small talk. No need for anything else.

So why was his heart beating like a fucking drum against his ribs?

It was a complete mistake. He should’ve let someone else bring this damn cat back home. He should’ve just dropped the cat off at a shelter. Let someone else deal with it. But something had tugged at him when he saw the name on the tag.

His jaw tightened. What was he even going to say? ‘Hey, remember me? The guy who used you and threw you away? Here’s your cat. Hope you’re doing well.’

He exhaled through his nose. Maybe Bucky had moved on. Maybe he wouldn’t even care. Maybe Steve was the only one still thinking about that night. Well, not that he was missing him or anything like that. It was just a one time thing.

Before he could talk himself out of it, he knocked. A few seconds passed. Then the door swung open.

And there he was.

Bucky looked… different. Not bad. Just… different.

His hair was longer, his face slightly thinner. But his eyes—those sharp, striking blue eyes—were exactly the same.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The world outside the apartment was moving—cars honking, footsteps echoing in the hall—but inside this little bubble of time, everything stood still. Then Bucky’s gaze dropped to the bundle of white fur in Steve’s arms.

“Alpine,” he whispered.

And just like that, the bubble burst.

Bucky reached for her, and Alpine let out a soft, almost scolding meow as she was scooped into his arms. Steve should have left then. He should have turned and walked away. Alpine meowed, pressing her little head into Buckys chin, and Bucky let out a shaky laugh—half relief, half disbelief. “Oh my god, I thought—” He cut himself off, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment.

Then his gaze was back on Steve.

He was still looking at him, and Steve could see it now—behind the relief of getting his cat back, there was something else. The reliefed face hardened.

Anger. Hurt.

And something deep in Steve’s chest twisted at the sight of it. But why? It’s not like anything of this mattered. It didn’t matter how Bucky felt about him, he shouldn’t be caring about that. About his feelings.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

There it was.

Steve cleared his throat, forcing himself to keep his voice even. “She climbed through my window.”

Bucky scoffed. “Yeah? And you decided to bring her yourself? You couldn’t—I don’t know—send her back in a cab?” Bucky knew it sounded ridiculous but he was just…hurt.

Steve exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “Look, I just—” “Who the hell is at the door?”

Brock’s voice came from inside, followed by the sound of footsteps. Steve barely had time to process it before another man appeared next to Bucky—tall, broad, territorial.

Steve knew that look.He had given it to plenty of guys before.

Brock’s eyes flicked between Steve and Bucky, then narrowed. “Who’s this?” Bucky tensed. “He—” “I’m no one,” Steve cut in. “Just returning the cat.”

Brock studied him for a second immediately connecting the dots from Buckys explanations and descriptions, he let out a short, humorless laugh. “Right. So you’re the guy who fucked him over.”

Bucky flinched. Steve’s jaw tightened.

“Brock, let’s not—” Bucky started, but Brock just pulled him closer, slinging an arm around his shoulder. “Nah, let’s,” Brock said, his tone mockingly light. “I mean, you basically traumatized him, right? Just used him up and tossed him out?”

Steve stared at him. He knew he deserved the anger—hell, maybe he even deserved to be humiliated like this. Even though he usually didn’t care about hurting other people…right now it felt bad. It mattered. He knew he should feel anything when seeing the couple…

But there was something in the way Brock was gripping Bucky’s shoulder, something in the way Bucky wasn’t meeting anyone’s eyes, that made Steve’s stomach churn. Brock smirked. “So why’d you really come here, huh? Realized you fucked up and wanted a second chance?”

Steve exhaled slowly. “I just brought the cat back.”

“Well, thanks for doing the bare fucking minimum.”

Silence stretched between them.

Steve wasn’t sure what made him do it—maybe it was instinct, maybe it was the way Bucky was practically shrinking under Brock’s grip—but he locked eyes with Bucky and said, “You happy?”

Bucky’s breath caught. And that was all Steve needed to see. Not that he cared….he just liked to be right. And he was right about that Brock guy.

He nodded once, stepping back. “Take care of her.”

Then he turned and walked away.

He didn’t look back. He wanted to, but he didn’t.

But if he had, he would have seen the way Bucky’s fingers tightened around Alpine.

As if he was holding on to the only thing that still felt safe.

When Steve walked down the hall he could hear the door being forcefully shut.

Bucky barely had time to lock the door before Brock was on him. “What the hell was that?” Brock snapped, coming unbelievably close to him.

Bucky didn’t answer. He just bent down, placing Alpine gently on the couch, running his fingers through her fur like it was the only thing grounding him to this moment.

“I asked you something,” Brock said, louder this time. “You gonna answer or just ignore me like a damn child?” Bucky flinched, hand freezing mid-stroke over Alpine’s back. “What are you talking about?” He really didn’t know why Brock behaved the way he behaved-how angry he seemed.

Brock’s laugh was sharp. “Oh come on. Don’t play dumb. You looked like you were about to cry when lover boy showed up. And don’t think I didn’t catch that little moment. The way he looked at you? You looked right back like a kicked puppy.” “Brock, I—” Bucky didn’t know what to say. Didn’t know how to react-Steve was no lover boy to him. Steve was someone who hurt him, used his nativity and hopeful thinking.

“You’re still into him, aren’t you?”

“No!” Bucky’s voice cracked, but he forced it down. “I’m not. He just—he found Alpine. That’s all. There’s nothing to be into or over-we weren’t a thing. It was a one night stand”, and god did it hurt to say that. It wasn’t just a one night stand. Not to him. He had hoped for more-but maybe it was just wishful thinking, Steve was much older and turns out with a whole life, marriage, kids and everything…maybe he shouldn’t be sad about what had happened? He probably wouldn’t want to have an affair with a married man. And he wouldn’t be able to trust Steve if they’d ever-

“Yeah? Then why are you shaking like that?”

Bucky hadn’t even realized he was. His fingers trembled against Alpine’s fur. He curled them into a fist and stood. “I’m not shaking,” he lied.

Brock stepped in closer, his presence all-consuming, his fingers wrapping around Buckys arm tightly. Bucky flinched, looking back at Brock. He tilted his head, smiling, but there was nothing warm about it. “I don’t like feeling like I’m second best, Bucky. You said you were over him.” “I am.” Buckys voice was weak.

“Then act like it.” The grip around Buckys arm tightened, making him swallow. Some part of him was…scared. Scared Brock might squeeze more. Or do something worse-but he’d never do that? He was just mad.

There was no fight in Bucky’s voice when he said, “Okay.”

Brock stared a second longer before turning away. “Good.”

He disappeared into the bedroom without another word, leaving Bucky frozen. His hands are still shaky. Alpine meowed softly and pawed at his leg. Bucky sat down slowly beside her again, whispering, “You’re the only one who’s ever been happy to see me…” He watched her for a bit longer. “Or you’re just hungry, eh?”

Moments later Brock walked out of the bedroom, changed into some nicer clothes. “I’ll be home late, don’t need to wait for me-“ “but-I thought we’d have dinner together?” Brock rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well, plans change.” He shrugged. “You were busy sobbing over your cat and your ex. I figured you’d want space.”

Bucky’s stomach twisted. “Steve’s not my—he just brought Alpine back. I told you already.” Brock raised an eyebrow. “Right. Just a coincidence he shows up here looking like that. And you looked like you were about to cry over him.”

“I-That’s not fair.”

“You know what’s not fair?” Brock’s voice sharpened. “Me standing by while you cry over some dude who clearly still gets to you. You made me look like a fucking idiot.”

“I didn’t mean to—”

“But you did. And I’m not gonna sit around and play second best, Bucky.”

And Brock left, leaving Bucky feeling like the asshole, even though he knew he didn’t do anything wrong. But why did he feel like he did? Why did he feel so bad and—guilty? For no real reason. It’s not his fault that Alpine walked into Steve’s home.

Yet there he was, texting Brock he was sorry.

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Pairing: SilverFoxSteve Rogers x CollegeStudentBuckyBarnes

Warnings: heartbreak, betrayal, cheating, not Peggy friendly, not Steve friendly, homophobia (from Steve:(), international homophobia (also Steve.), yeah Steve is a total dick, don’t hate me

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“Bucky you have to come out at some point, you know?”, sighed Wanda while leaning against the bathroom door, in which Bucky had locked himself in since this morning. “No. I don’t want to”, he hiccuped back, sitting on the other side of the door.

He didn’t want to face anyone, especially the realisation that Steve didn’t care about him at all. More than that. He just used him for his needs. Bucky felt humiliated, used and dirty.

And stupid.

He just felt incredibly stupid for all that.

But Steve seemed so…trustworthy. How could Steve turn out to be so different? And how could Bucky be so naïve to believe him. All the lies he had told him. Everything just so he’d sleep with him.

“Bucky please…come out, I’m getting worried”, Wanda interrupted his train of thoughts. She was right. He should come out, talk to her but he was embarrassed to admit how stupid he was.

Sighing he turned they door key, immediately feeling how Wanda opened the door, making Bucky fall onto the living room floor.

Wandas apologising face came into his view and he swallowed hard, knowing it was time to open up.

“He…he’s married. And he used me. Just for fun”, Bucky hiccuped.

Waking up in Steve’s arms was a great feeling. He felt his warm arms around his body, Steve’s solid chest against his back and…slightly hard cock. Excitement immediately rose in him, arousal too.

A sleepy smile crept onto his lips as he slowly turned around, placing a soft kiss on his lips. Could this be his future? Lazy sex in the morning? Waking up in a tight hug? Surrounded by the smell of Steve and soft silky sheets?

But as soon as Steve opened his eyes Buckys little dream of a domestic relationship broke.

“Fuck”, was the first thing Steve said, looking at the digital clock next to his bed before moving in lighting speed. It was only 9 am? Maybe he had to go to work? Even though Steve had said he’d want to eat breakfast together, have a coffee…and it was also Sunday. He wouldn’t be working on a Sunday morning at 9 am, right?

“You have to go. Now.”

With that Bucky got even more confused, sitting up. “Do you have to leave or-?”, before he could finish his question Steve threw his clothes at him, while Bucky sat up, “no. Go. Fuck off. Go home or whatever. You can’t be here”,

“I don’t get it-“ “oh my god, I’m a speaking in a different language? Don’t you understand me? Get.the.fuck.out. You were supposed to leave after we finished. God damn it. I never fell asleep”, the last sentence was only a quite mumble to himself.

Steve wasn’t even looking at Bucky while he was putting on his jeans. He didn’t even notice Buckys teary eyes. The trembling lips. He didn’t give a damn about him.

But he had promised-

“It was all just sweet talking you into my bed, don’t you get it! I wanted to fuck a tight young ass with a pretty face. You are one, Beck”, even saying the wrong name showed how little Steve cared. He didn’t even remember Buckys name. Ouch.

“Let’s talk about it-did something happen-?” Bucky tried to say something but steve only laughed coldly. “I can’t believe it. You either dress now or I’ll throw you out naked, I don’t care. It was just for fun”, “but you said-“ “I said many things you wanted to hear, that’s all. Now get the fuck out before my wife and kids come home and see you, you little fag.“

Bucky had no idea at what point he got up, but the next thing he felt was a painful tingle in his palm when he slapped Steve in the face.

They looked at each other for a second, Bucky now openly crying while quickly putting on his cloths and leaving the bedroom, immediately looking for the way out, not fully remembering where the frondoor was.

Bucky heard Steve’s steps behind him, so he glanced one last time at the man he had hoped to wake up every morning from now on, before slamming the door closed.

He probably imagined the hurt expression on Steve’s face.

“Oh buck….”, Wanda whispered when Bucky told the whole story, wrapping his arms around him. At this point they were sitting in the living room on the couch, wrapped in a tight embrace and cozy blanket. “I’m so sorry…you did nothing wrong-“ “I shouldn’t have trusted him”, he interrupted her with a hiccup.

“No, no…it’s not your fault. He is the one who lead you on. He’s the one who did it all on purpose. He manipulated you”, the woman whispered wisely, kissing Buckys tremble gently as he quietly cried into her shoulder.

Wanda’s arms were warm, but they didn’t erase the cold sinking into Bucky’s bones. He let her hold him, let her rub slow circles into his back, but it didn’t stop the memories from replaying like a broken tape.

The way Steve had looked at him—no recognition, no care, just mild annoyance, as if Bucky was an inconvenience in his bed rather than the man he had whispered sweet things to only hours before.

He squeezed his eyes shut, pressing his forehead into Wanda’s shoulder. Maybe if he pressed hard enough, the memories would bleed out of him.

“Bucky,” Wanda murmured. “You’re safe now.”

He wished he could believe that.

Bucky spent most of the day wrapped in the blanket, eating fast food and tons of ice cream before passing away on the couch late in the evening, tears still drying on his cheeks from all the crying over Steve.

Even though Steve had broken his heart the days passed and with every next morning the pain stopped to be so noticeable, till he completely stopped thinking about Steve. Well, not completely but it didn’t affect his daily life anymore.

He’d probably always hate himself for trusting a stranger, especially with such an important thing like his virginity, but…he couldn’t go back in time. At least it had been good, even if the heartbeat left a rip in his heart that’d probably take a long time to heal. But life went on.

So after six months he finally managed to go on a date with a nice guy from grindr, Broke. From the start on the conversation was great, they talked about random stuff and also serious topics. It just…clicked.

After leaving the restaurant Broke walked him home, gave him a kiss goodbye at his door and went into the direction of his home, looking one last time at Bucky with a sweet smile.

Maybe this was how it should’ve happened. Maybe he had to get his heart broken to meet someone who’d treat him better.

Bucky invited Broke to his place after the sixth date. Even then nothing happened besides some making out and light touches. He felt comfortable with Broke. Bucky could tell he wouldn’t be played this time. Not like Steve had played with his heart.

Even though he really tried not to think about him, he had to admit the older man still crept into his mind sometimes. Not that it surprised him. Steve was the one who took his virginity and then treated him so awfully, who wouldn’t think back to that sometimes?

He told Broke about Steve after two more dates. He understood Bucky and promised not to rush him with intimacy.

They were officially together after the tenth date.

A month later they said the first ‘I love you’s, even though Bucky didn’t feel the movie-like butterflies in his stomach, but he believed it might have been just a myth. The butterflies in the stomach probably didn’t exist.

(He tried to ignore the memories of how his whole body had tingled when Steve had kissed him.)

Even though everything went smoothly, he could tell the happiness wouldn’t last for much longer-and he was right.

Alpine disappeared.

“Maybe she just went out for a short walk? You know, to enjoy the weather-“ “Broke, don’t try to calm me down, I know she’s not just out for a walk-she hates going outside! Besides, it's raining!”, argued Bucky, looking one more time into the little cat house she was usually sitting in.

Nope, still gone.

A sob escaped his lips. “What if-what if someone steals her? Or worse-a car runs-“ “then let’s go, we’ll look for her.”

But they weren’t lucky, even after two hours of looking for alpine everywhere.

“Where did she go-Brock, what if-“ “Baby, stop crying. She’ll probably come back soon”, Brock sighed, slowly getting annoyed at Buckys behavior. He understood the cat was important to him, but he just didn’t want to listen more to Buckys whining.

“But I can’t go to sleep now-she’s not home, she’s not in her bed and she can’t sleep outside-she’ll think I abandoned her-“ “oh my god, shut up. I’m tired. It’s nearly ten pm and we were walking through the city for hours. I want to go to sleep”, Brock hissed at Bucky, making the younger man's tears fall quicker.

A sighn left brocks lips as he pulled bucky into a hug, “sorry…im just tired. We’ll look for her tomorrow, promise”, with that he managed to pull Bucky with him to the bedroom, even though it was harder than he hoped.

Bucky watched as Brock took off his wet jacket, the annoyed expression still lingering deeply on his face. It made Bucky feel…uneasy. Something felt unsettling. Once again his thoughts were filled with the pain Steve had inflicted upon him, after having treated him like trash.

But Brock was different, so why was he so nervous?

Brock was steady. Brock was reliable. Brock didn’t whisper empty promises into Bucky’s skin at night or make him feel like he was the center of the world only to discard him in the morning. No, Brock was nothing like Steve.

And yet, as Brock sighed in frustration and pulled him toward the bedroom, Bucky couldn’t shake the unsettling feeling creeping up his spine.

He had expected gentleness. Reassurance. Instead, he got exasperation. The realization settled in his stomach like a stone.

Was he exhausting to love?

He knew he could be a lot—he knew his emotions ran too deep, that he felt things in a way that overwhelmed people. But was that really so bad? Was it so wrong to want someone to care about the things that mattered to him?

He swallowed, forcing himself to let Brock pull him into bed. He lay awake long after Brock had turned away from him, staring at the ceiling, unable to shake the feeling that something was slipping through his fingers again.

It still hurt him to know his boyfriend didn’t care about his cat. Alpine was the most important thing in his life, he couldn’t lose her.

What Bucky didn’t know is that the alpine was safely sitting in a stranger's living room, after having found an open window and climbed inside. Into the house of the man who called him once ‘baby’ in the darkness of the night.

Comfortably sitting in a little boy's lap, being pet by him. “-I don’t wanna go to bed yet, please! Dad I don’t want to”, he whined, while looking down at the cat and then back at his father. “Harrison Joseph Rogers, I’m not gonna continue this discussion. I gave you thirty more minutes to pet the cat, but now it’s nine thirty and I want to see you in your bed in ten seconds”, Steve said, crossing his arms.

He could see his son wanted to argue more, but he only furrowed his eyebrows, put the cat down and stomped to his room. “As stubborn as his father-“ “not any less than his mother”, Steve said when Peggy entered the living room. “Touché.”

“But now the more important question…what do we do with the cat?”, asked Steve’s wife, placing a bowl of water onto the floor. They both watched as she drank. “I’ll check the address tomorrow. It’s not far from here so I can go there in between meetings. Tonight she’ll stay here…it’s raining”, Steve petted the cats head. She was very sweet. Familiar in a way…it’s like he had seen those blue eyes before.

He sat down on the couch, watching as the white creature walked over to him and jumped onto his lap. Even though he had never been a big cat person he scratched behind her ear, noticing the small old rip in it. She must have been though some stuff, but her new owner cared about her a lot. He could see it. This person must be worried sick since she ran away. “Who do you belong to sweetheart….”

He looked at the little badge at her collar. Alpine Barnes. Hm. It sounded familiar….

But he was probably imagining it. It was just a cat.

The longer he looked at the white animal, the more it reminded him of something. Someone.

A few pictures. A few funny outfits. A few tricks recorded.

Steve’s fingers absently stroked behind her ears, his mind elsewhere. The name on the collar nagged at something in the back of his head, an itch he couldn’t quite reach.

He looked at the name again.

Alipne.

He knew that name.

A flash of something—blue eyes filled with tears, a trembling voice begging for an explanation.

Steve shifted uncomfortably. It had been six months. He hadn’t thought about it in a while. At least, that’s what he told himself.

But as he looked down at the white cat curled up in his lap, a cold weight settled in his chest.

Fate had a cruel sense of humor.

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(Im)Patiently Waiting

Pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Single Mom!Reader

Summary: Bucky is trying to patiently wait for your call.

Word Count: Over 1.4k

Warnings: Fluff, slight feels, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning and already whipped, okay?)

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Bucky looked down at the phone in his hand. He was never the kind of guy to constantly check his device, but he hadn’t stopped looking at it since he met you. Hell, he checked it while he was still at the museum, hoping for a text or something so he’d have your number, too. He didn’t think it was possible to become whipped so fast, but life still surprised him.

He sighed when the screen went dark. Why hadn’t you called yet? Maybe he came on too strong? He didn’t think he had. Were you just busy? Probably. You had an adorable daughter who needed you love and attention and-

“Bucky!”

His head snapped up to find Steve, his best friend and second-in-command, staring at him. He didn’t look impressed and pursued his lips more when Bucky raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t hear a damn word I said, did you?”

“No,” he replied, not bothering to lie. “Was I supposed to be listening, punk?”

“Yeah, you were, jerk.” Steve ran a hand through his golden hair, plopping down in his chair. “Still hasn’t called yet?”

“Not yet,” he said, setting the phone on the desk in front of him.

“I’m sorry.”

Bucky sighed again, staring off at the books that lined one of the walls of his office. He didn’t divulge much of his personal life to others. It was safer that way, to both protect himself and the people he cared about. But meeting you and your daughter, he told Steve and their small circle all about it. How Sweet Pea bumped into him and his heart melted. How seeing you set his heart on fire.

They were stunned to say the least and were naturally curious about you since you caught his attention. Each of them offered in some way to do their research on you and make sure there was nothing suspicious or dangerous about you, but he refused. His gut instinct told him all he needed to know.

“You know,” Steve began, pulling his attention back. “We can get you her number if-”

He cut him off with a glare. “I already said no,” he growled, taking a breath. He wasn’t going to snap at his best friend. “I’m doing this the right way.”

Bucky was powerful, extremely powerful, but he wouldn’t use his influence over you. It wouldn’t be right. His hands were dirty as it was, and this could be his chance to have something pure.

With his hands up in surrender, Steve nodded. “Sorry. I just… I haven’t seen you like this before and you haven’t even gone on a date with her yet,” he smiled a little. “She must be something special.”

Bucky smiled a little, too. “She is,” he whispered. Things that didn’t make sense before did after he looked in your eyes.

“Yelena will be the judge of that,” the blonde winked.

“Yelena will take one look at Sweet Pea and declare that she’s her aunt,” Bucky teased, both of them chuckling.

If Bucky’s group taught him anything, it was that blood wasn’t always thicker than water. Friends were the family he got to choose. He would defend and protect them with his life. He imagined you were like that with your daughter, perhaps even more.

Who defended and protected you?

A ring echoed in the office and Bucky stared at the device as it lit up. He held his breath when a phone number popped up with no name. His gaze flickered to Steve as it kept ringing. Was it you?

Steve stared back at him like he had grown two heads. “What the hell are you waiting for? Answer it!”

Clearing his throat, he waved for his friend to go, who did so quickly. If it was you, he didn’t want anyone eavesdropping. If it wasn’t you, he didn’t want any witnesses when his face fell.

Releasing his breath, he finally quietly answered, “This is Bucky.”

“Hi, Bucky,” you spoke on the other end, stating your name as well. He slumped in his chair at the sound of your voice, his heart skipping a beat. It was really you. “I don’t know if you remember me, but we met at the science museum.”

“Of course, I remember you. You and Sweet Pea.” He couldn’t forget either of you if he tried and he didn’t want to. Did you think of him as much as he thought of you? “How are you two doing? Did she win the contest?”

“We’re doing just fine. She keeps talking about the museum and wants to go back, but no word if she won the contest or not.” He could hear the smile in your voice and it put a smile on his face, too. “How are you?”

“I’m doing just fine,” he replied, getting up and heading to the sofa so he could relax a bit more. He was better than fine since he was talking to you.

“Sorry it took me a bit to call you.”

Should he admit that he kept checking his phone in anticipation? “No, no. You don’t need to apologize,” he said. You didn’t owe him an explanation either. Whether you were busy with Sweet Pea or you didn’t want to call right away, that was your business. “I’m just glad you called.”

“I am, too.” There was silence on the other end. “So, I, um…” Your nervous giggle was beautifully endearing. “God, I’m really out of practice with this.”

“Practice with what exactly?” he smiled, laying back and looking at the ceiling. He wondered if you were sitting on a sofa, too. Or maybe you were in bed, comfortable, unwinding.

“Talking, I guess. At least with someone outside of work or parenting.” There was that giggle again. He wanted that sound on a loop. “I’m not even sure where to start.”

“Why don’t you start with what you did today?” he suggested.

“That might bore you.”

“I don’t think anything you could say could possibly bore me,” he sincerely said. If you decided to pick up a phone book and read it to him, he’d listen. But he was genuinely interested in your day. The little things would help him get to know you better and build more of that connection, both with who you were as a mother and as a person.

“Okay, but only if you tell me about your day, too,” you said.

“Now my day might bore you,” he chuckled. He wouldn’t start anything with you built on a lie about what he did, but he had to be careful with the truth.

“Mmm. I don’t know. You don’t strike me as a boring kind of guy.”

“Oh, I’m not boring,” he smirked. He would love to show you just how thrilling he could be some time. “But my day might be.”

“Try me,” you smiled.

“Can I ask you something before we talk about our ‘boring’ days?”

“Yeah, anything,” you answered.

Butterflies filled his stomach. Jesus, he was nervous. When was the last time anything made him feel nervous? “Would you like to get a drink with me?”

The pause on your end didn’t soothe his nerves. “A drink?” you repeated, your voice smaller than before. He detected uncertainty, like when he offered you his number.

“Yeah. Coffee at a cafe or wine at a nice restaurant, whatever you want,” he replied, exhaling slowly. He didn’t want to mess up your schedule or over complicate anything for you. “What do you say?”

Bucky stared down the barrel of a gun more than once in his life. He experienced torture. Had come close to death. Waiting for your answer was a different kind of torment. It would either be a killing blow or his saving grace.

“I’d love to get a coffee with you,” you stated, allowing him to properly breathe again. He wanted to pump his fist in the air. “Tomorrow, maybe? Unless that’s too soon. Is it too soon?”

“No, no, that’s great,” he smiled. He couldn’t stop smiling. Even if wasn’t free tomorrow, he’d clear his schedule. “Give me the time and place and I’ll be there.”

“Great.” The uncertainty was long gone. “There’s a cafe not too far from me. I can text you the place and time.”

“I’ll be waiting,” he promised, and he wouldn’t be late. “Now… tell me about your day.”

He was going to soak up every single word until he saw you in the morning.

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Santa’s Balls

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Christmas bingo

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Santa talks dirty…😂

Warnings: brief handjob, implied smut, cringe 😂

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After the Christmas meal you watched a movie with the rest of the team that stayed at the compound, but it was already hard to concentrate on anything that played on the screen with Bucky's hand lingering on your thigh, his thigh rubbing your soft skin. The shorts you were wearing gave him enough access to tease you a bit, but not enough to actually touch you where’d want it the most-besides you wouldn’t want to do it with the others in the living room.

But it didn’t stop Bucky from teasing you for 93 minutes, for as long as the movie was.

His fingers always brushing along your thighs, squeezing your meat lightly before letting his fingers dance along your skin.

Your heart was pounding. Your breath uneven. Your cunt throbbing.

So it was no surprise you grabbed his hand and pulled him from the couch as soon as the movie ended. “Good night y’all can’t wait to open the presents tomorrow”, you shouted from the hall to the others, already out of eyesight.

“You’re such a tease”, you kissed him as soon as you entered your room, pushing him against the wall, wrapping your arms around his neck.

His hands landed on your waist, kissing you back as passionately as you did. A small grin crept on his lips, his hands roaming over your sides, pulling your shirt up and over your head, throwing it onto the floor.

“God, Buck, I need you-“, you gasped, pulling him to the bed. Somewhere on the way to bed Bucky also lost his shirt and you your shorts.

Chuckling Bucky sat up, while you were already laying on your back, panting. “Give me a second”, and he disappeared into the bathroom.

Well.

Okay.

So you sat up, a bit impatient.

But it was definitely worth the wait when Bucky walked out of the bathroom, Santa costume on, boxershorts and vest with a hat on his head, a bit crooked. A laugh escaped your lips. “Santa Buck!”, you cheered, making the man also chuckle as he approached you, once again kissing you passionately.

The kissing became more intense, your hands pulling Bucky closer by holding onto the Santa vest. “Fuck, I don’t know how you manage to pull it off, but you’re so sexy as Santa”, you mumbled, noticing a faint blush on Buckys cheeks as he started to kiss your neck, his hips pressing against you, his errection already noticeable.

You let your hands roam over his chest, pulling him closer, moaning as his hardness pressed against your heat.

A gasp escaped his lips when he felt your hand slid into his boxershorts, your fingers wrapping around his shaft, making him moan against your ear and he gently nibbled at your earlobe, “You should jingle Santas balls to get a nice present, I know you’ve been very n-“,

before he should finish whatever he was talking about you burst out laughing, pulling your hand from his pants.

“Oh my god-Bucky, no, no don’t you dare say that ever again in bed-“, you laughed, barely able to breathe. “Please never say that in bed ever again.” You tried to calm down, but now also Bucky started laughing, his head as red as his Santa costume, while he thought back at his words.

“Okay-I get it. It was bad”, he mumbled a bit bashfully, hiding his face against your neck, while you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Don’t feel embarrassed baby…it was just really funny. Now come on, give me santas balls to jiggle them-what will be my gift? A white Christmas?”, you teased him, hearing him groan against your neck.

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For the Christmas bingo:

Steve Rogers, fluff, secret santa

Gift giving

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Summary: Steve’s first Christmas with the Avengers.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: none, just fluff:)

A/N: First Drabble for the Christmas Bingo! It’s not proof read so please beware, there might be some mistakes…and I’m also a bit rusty😂 feedback and reblogs are appreciated!

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It was the first Christmas Steve Rogers spent in the new century.

The first Christmas he would be totally alone, without family, without friends, without…he even felt like it was without Steve Rogers. He was Captain America to everyone. Steve Rogers stayed in the ice, they only pulled Captain America out of the arctic.

And it was depressing.

So it was quite surprising when he found an invitation in his mailbox.

Well, it wasn’t his plan to spend Christmas with Tony Stark, but the invitation said others would also be there-so maybe you’d be there too.

This was probably the only reason why he actually decided to go.

He furrowed his eyebrows as he noticed a QR-code at the back. Someone at a cafe shop had once explained him how it worked-he wanted to find their internet page and the barista made him scan the code to get to it.

A green button appeared on the screen, be a secret Santa. God, what did Tony do? Even without clicking on it, a spinning wheel with the avengers names appeared on the screen.

It spinned for a moment before stopping on a name-well, nickname given by Tony.

It was you.

Steve was your secret Santa.

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When you entered the main living room (yeah, Tony had multiple living rooms) your gaze fell onto the huge Christmas tree. Even though it was the first time you’d spend Christmas here, it didn’t surprise you a bit to see the to-the-ceiling tree.

Somehow it just screamed Tony. Especially with all the ornaments on it, noticing some avenger themed, too.

A quiet chuckle escaped your lips as you placed a small package underneath the tree.

God, you hoped you had chosen a good present, especially since it had been incredibly hard to get.

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One by one everyone finally arrived, you sat down at the table, next to Natasha and…Steve. „Hi, nice seeing you here”, you smiled at him, already suspecting it must’ve been hard to come here, spending his first Christmas in this new time.

„Yeah, I’m glad you’re here-I mean, well, nevermind”, he mumbled, blushing furiously and lowering his head. He was still awful when it came to talking to women, especially one that he actually likes. „It's okay Steve. I get it”, feeling a touch on his hand he looked up, but your hand was already gone before he could even react to it.

“Would you-“, yet he couldn’t finish his question since Tony walked into the room, of course bringing everyone’s attention to himself.

The evening went by smoothly, after dinner you watched a movie, drink hot chocolate and sharing some family stories and memories, even Steve said something about how he spent his time back in his time-even though it made you a bit sad and you couldn’t stop yourself from resting your hand on his thigh, soothing.

Then, you parted ways, being tired from the day you went to bed.

_______

JARVIS voice woke you up in the morning, moments after his greeting loud Christmas music played from what felt like everywhere. You knew you had no choice than to get up, sadly.

Still in your pajamas you walked to the living room, after JARVIS told you everyone was supposed to meet there. The first thought that crossed your mind were the gifts, and you were right. Tony sat in one of the loveseats, with Pepper right next to him. Natasha, Bruce and Steve on a bigger sofa, with a free spot next to Steve for you. Thor was in a loveseat by himself.

Everyone was clearly dressed in the clothes they had slept in, Steve still having a messy bed head, the same with Tony. This hair was in a messy low bun, while Bruce seemed to have tried to fix his hair with his hands and Natasha…well, she always looked fabulous even after being awoken by ‘last Christmas’ at 8 am.

“Time for gifts!”, Tony’s voice made you frown, as you sat down next to Steve, hoping you didn’t look like a complete fool with your sleep shirt with the big Captain America shield on the front. But his shit eating grin said something different. “Just-don’t. It’s comfy” “I kinda like it”, he grinned back, leaning a bit closer to you.

Your breath hitched as you looked at him for a moment, before lowering your gaze.

Pepper gave everyone their gifts, since all of them were signed. “Okay, let’s open up. Clint’s gift will have to wait till he comes to visit.”

You raised your eyebrows, looking back at Tony as you held the wrapped box-or whatever it was-in your hands. “Should we unwrap them one by one? And guess who the secret Santa is?”, you asked, but Tony shrugged. “We can still guess after everyone unwraps everything, don’t ya’ think?”

Well, he wasn’t wrong.

So you decided not to discuss anything, especially not at such an early hour.

Your gaze fell to Steve as he was still holding the flat present, watching as others unwrapped their gifts, smiling especially bright when Thor opened a huge carton of pop tarts and a plushy poptart.

As he looked at you, his cheeks flushed a little- “You’re not opening yours?”, it was something between a statement and a question.

“Well, I wanted to watch others open their presents so it’s your turn-“ “ladies first”, Steve retorted, making you chuckle.

So, after losing the discussion with Captain America himself you started unwrapping the gift-your mouth falling open as you took out a wooden sculpture of your pet. Without needing to look up you could still feel Steve’s gaze on you, making you realise it was a gift from him-besides there was a little ‘S.R.’ At the bottom. His initials.

Oh god. It was beautiful.

“You did that?”, you whispered, hugging the sculpture closer to your chest. The sculpture of your recently lost pet. It’s been a few weeks, but the heartbreak was there, deep in your chest. “It’s beautiful. Thank you so much Steve”, you whispered, leaning against his side as you looked down again. It was breathtaking.

Then you looked back at Steve, who still hasn’t opened his gift- “it’s your turn.”

God, you hoped he’d be as happy as you were.

He seemed a bit nervous, still looking into your eyes for a moment, watching as you blinked away the tears, still a bit taken away by the gift.

As he unwrapped the present, his hands shook a little bit. He couldn’t remember the last time he has gotten a gift-and from the way you were staring at him from the side he assumed it was a gift from you.

It was light and small. Maybe some…he couldn’t think of anything that would suit this size and weight. Maybe book? No…not really.

But as soon as he pulled away the paper his movements stopped.

It couldn’t be.

It…it was lost.

There was some water damage at the bottom corner, another corner ripped slightly…but it didn’t change a thing.

The picture was still intact.

One of the few pictures of him with his mom shortly before her death.

Steve felt like he could cry, holding the framed picture tightly in his hand, turning to you and wrapping you into a tight embrace-managing to remember not to squeeze you with his whole strength.

“This is the best thing anyone could give me. Thank you-“ “you don’t know it’s from-“ “I’m not stupid, I can tell it was you…besides I don’t think anyone else would actually find a meaningful gift for me. Thank you…I love-it”, he swallowed at the end, sniffing quietly.

As he leaned back again, his cheeks were flushed-probably because he nearly confessed his feelings to you because of a gift.

He looked once again back at you, feeling your hand wrap around his, your fingers sliding between his, his heartbeat immediately quickening.

“I love my gift too Steve…”

You both knew you weren’t just talking about the gifts.

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In the letter for Santa “I know you kissed my mommy, I want a more presents or I’ll tell daddy”😂

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main wip: “what’s in your mouth?”

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main wip:

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Christmas bingo!

Hi, I’ve decided to create s little bingo for y’all!😌 it wasn’t planned and @jamneuromain helped me with some ideas for it but I hope you’ll like it! I hope it’ll get my blog to be a bit more ‘alive’ again after my ‘break’:)

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You send me an ask/or reblog this with the chosen topics and characters you’d like me to write for. And if it’s smut/angst/fluff. ❤️ (I’d also appreciate a summary or idea of what you’d like to read in the one shot / Drabble! ❤️I can also create some moodboards if you want:))

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Christmas bingo!

Hi, I’ve decided to create s little bingo for y’all!😌 it wasn’t planned and @jamneuromain helped me with some ideas for it but I hope you’ll like it! I hope it’ll get my blog to be a bit more ‘alive’ again after my ‘break’:)

Okay, how does it work;

You send me an ask/or reblog this with the chosen topics and characters you’d like me to write for. And if it’s smut/angst/fluff. ❤️ (I’d also appreciate a summary or idea of what you’d like to read in the one shot / Drabble! ❤️I can also create some moodboards if you want:))

And that’s it! :)

Characters I write for:

🎄CE characters

🎄SS characters

🎄 any pairing between CE x SS characters (for example simply Steve x Bucky or if you want to be adventurous Andy x TJ!😇)

🎄 Teen Wolf characters: Derek Hale, Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey

🎄Harry Potter: George Weasley, Fred Weasley, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black

🎄 You can always text me and ask if I’m comfortable writing for a different character:)

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Christmas miracle

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Summary: You are visiting one of Starks charity events. The unexpected happens.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x F!reader

Warnings; none?

A/N: it’s a bit soon for Christmas fluff but whatever here you go!

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Sparkling lights drape over every surface, with wreaths and garlands adorning the walls and doorways, their greenery offset by crimson ribbons and gold accents. A towering Christmas tree stands in the center of the room, its branches shimmering with ornaments and soft, twinkling lights.

A soft smile crept on your lips as you looked around the room. Stark really did know how to make a place look special. It was…magical.

While you were looking around, there was someone looking at you.

Even though Steve was engaged in a conversation with Bucky, he had forgotten the topic a long time ago, since his attention was somewhere else. To him, you looked incredible; a breathtaking dress that perfectly captures your elegance. The gown being a rich emerald green, the fabric catching the light with a soft, luxurious sheen, with a hint of vintage charm, while the flowing skirt cascades to the floor in soft, graceful waves.

“Okay then ignore me. Fine”, Bucky sighed dramatically, making Steve chuckle as he looked at his friend back. “Sorry I-“ “You’re distracted, I can tell. Go talk to her. Who knows, maybe it’ll be a little Christmas miracle and she’ll wanna go out with you-maybe she’ll even give you a kiss”, Bucky teased his best friend, making the blond blush as he elbowed him to the side.

But he did decide to talk to you.

While he had talked to Bucky for a few more seconds, in which you had turned your back to them. He noticed the thin satin ribbon, tied into a bow at the back, as he approached you.

„Good evening, Ma’am”, he greeted you, making you turn to him, a soft smile on your lips, a champagne glass in your hand. Paired with the dress, a set of simple diamond stud earrings and a matching bracelet lend an understated elegance, while a soft, sheer shawl rests lightly over your shoulders, perfect for the evening’s chill. You were breathtaking.

“Good evening, Sir”, you chuckled at the official terms, yet immediately realising he really meant it. It was Steve Rogers, dressed in a replica of his Second World War uniform. He looked good. Especially since, when you saw him on the tv or other events, he often wore his captain America suit.

Your smile became even bigger, Steve Rogers was exactly the man you wanted to talk to; the charity was, from what you had heard, his idea. The “Veterans list to Santa” charity was a charity where everyone could choose a Christma lost written by a veteran and make a gift for them-and if not, just donate money. Which in your opinion was amazing. “Great idea Mr Rogers. This whole thing”, you smiled. You liked this idea especially because your father was a veteran, too, but he had more luck; he had a family that took care of him after he came home, blinded from an explosion, the impact affecting his eyesight.

But you knew there were many veterans that didn’t have the same help. Some of them even ended up on the streets, after they had fought for the county…the country didn’t give much back to them.

The man blushed a little as he shrugged. “Thank you, I…I just think they deserve it. And Christmas is a time of giving, right?”, he smiled bashfully, watching you taking a list from the dozens of the placed letters on the decorated tables.

Steve watched as you read it, some tears glistening in the corner of your eyes, the words touching your heart.

So you weren’t not only stunning, but also caring.

“Well, that is true Mr-“ “call me Steve, please”, he said, holding out his hand, which you gladly took-not expecting him to pull it up to his lips, leaving a gentle kiss on the back of your hand behind. After introducing yourself, you two chatted for a moment.

Laughing you looked up at Steve as he told you how he had once fallen into the big Christmas tree Stark always put up, being too sleepy one morning and just forgetting it was there- “I don’t believe you” “trust me, Stark still has the footage”, he grinned, enjoying making you laugh, even then making a fool out of himself.

“Punk!”, Buckys voice was loud enough to make you both look at him, as he motioned over your heads.

And-

There was a mistletoe in a reddish light that hadn’t been there before. He looked back at Bucky and just as expected Wanda appeared next to him, both of them grinning. “Steve, you know what it means”, he blushed deeply at wandas words, before looking back at you.

“Don’t worry, we don’t-“ before he could finish your sentence you had placed your hand on his cheek and pulled him into a deep but soft kiss. He gasped against your lips, before-still a bit shocked-placing his hands at your waist.

Steve could definitely hear Bucky whistle in the background, making people stop talking and probably follow his gaze to the both of you as you slowly parted. You waited for him to say something, but he only looked at you dumbfounded.

“Well now it’s time you ask me on a date, Steve.”

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Christmas miracle

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Summary: You are visiting one of Starks charity events. The unexpected happens.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x F!reader

Warnings; none?

A/N: it’s a bit soon for Christmas fluff but whatever here you go!

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Sparkling lights drape over every surface, with wreaths and garlands adorning the walls and doorways, their greenery offset by crimson ribbons and gold accents. A towering Christmas tree stands in the center of the room, its branches shimmering with ornaments and soft, twinkling lights.

A soft smile crept on your lips as you looked around the room. Stark really did know how to make a place look special. It was…magical.

While you were looking around, there was someone looking at you.

Even though Steve was engaged in a conversation with Bucky, he had forgotten the topic a long time ago, since his attention was somewhere else. To him, you looked incredible; a breathtaking dress that perfectly captures your elegance. The gown being a rich emerald green, the fabric catching the light with a soft, luxurious sheen, with a hint of vintage charm, while the flowing skirt cascades to the floor in soft, graceful waves.

“Okay then ignore me. Fine”, Bucky sighed dramatically, making Steve chuckle as he looked at his friend back. “Sorry I-“ “You’re distracted, I can tell. Go talk to her. Who knows, maybe it’ll be a little Christmas miracle and she’ll wanna go out with you-maybe she’ll even give you a kiss”, Bucky teased his best friend, making the blond blush as he elbowed him to the side.

But he did decide to talk to you.

While he had talked to Bucky for a few more seconds, in which you had turned your back to them. He noticed the thin satin ribbon, tied into a bow at the back, as he approached you.

„Good evening, Ma’am”, he greeted you, making you turn to him, a soft smile on your lips, a champagne glass in your hand. Paired with the dress, a set of simple diamond stud earrings and a matching bracelet lend an understated elegance, while a soft, sheer shawl rests lightly over your shoulders, perfect for the evening’s chill. You were breathtaking.

“Good evening, Sir”, you chuckled at the official terms, yet immediately realising he really meant it. It was Steve Rogers, dressed in a replica of his Second World War uniform. He looked good. Especially since, when you saw him on the tv or other events, he often wore his captain America suit.

Your smile became even bigger, Steve Rogers was exactly the man you wanted to talk to; the charity was, from what you had heard, his idea. The “Veterans list to Santa” charity was a charity where everyone could choose a Christma lost written by a veteran and make a gift for them-and if not, just donate money. Which in your opinion was amazing. “Great idea Mr Rogers. This whole thing”, you smiled. You liked this idea especially because your father was a veteran, too, but he had more luck; he had a family that took care of him after he came home, blinded from an explosion, the impact affecting his eyesight.

But you knew there were many veterans that didn’t have the same help. Some of them even ended up on the streets, after they had fought for the county…the country didn’t give much back to them.

The man blushed a little as he shrugged. “Thank you, I…I just think they deserve it. And Christmas is a time of giving, right?”, he smiled bashfully, watching you taking a list from the dozens of the placed letters on the decorated tables.

Steve watched as you read it, some tears glistening in the corner of your eyes, the words touching your heart.

So you weren’t not only stunning, but also caring.

“Well, that is true Mr-“ “call me Steve, please”, he said, holding out his hand, which you gladly took-not expecting him to pull it up to his lips, leaving a gentle kiss on the back of your hand behind. After introducing yourself, you two chatted for a moment.

Laughing you looked up at Steve as he told you how he had once fallen into the big Christmas tree Stark always put up, being too sleepy one morning and just forgetting it was there- “I don’t believe you” “trust me, Stark still has the footage”, he grinned, enjoying making you laugh, even then making a fool out of himself.

“Punk!”, Buckys voice was loud enough to make you both look at him, as he motioned over your heads.

And-

There was a mistletoe in a reddish light that hadn’t been there before. He looked back at Bucky and just as expected Wanda appeared next to him, both of them grinning. “Steve, you know what it means”, he blushed deeply at wandas words, before looking back at you.

“Don’t worry, we don’t-“ before he could finish your sentence you had placed your hand on his cheek and pulled him into a deep but soft kiss. He gasped against your lips, before-still a bit shocked-placing his hands at your waist.

Steve could definitely hear Bucky whistle in the background, making people stop talking and probably follow his gaze to the both of you as you slowly parted. You waited for him to say something, but he only looked at you dumbfounded.

“Well now it’s time you ask me on a date, Steve.”

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