#and also my Charm Doll Evan will probably come tomorrow

[aro-tarot]

I stayed up a bit longer since I finally got back to playing my gnome bard, my first character in BG3. Stopped the serial killer first since I heard you have to watch the long rests with that.

But then after I did Astarion’s quest. Stayed up a bit longer because of that.

And like, it’s one thing to watch the cutscenes in videos and to actually, like, play it. Even after seeing all the cutscenes, it still made me emotional watching it all. Can’t imagine how much more it might have been if it was my sorcerer who I’ve been playing more lately, and besides cutting a drow’s head off to deliver to be fertilizer, she’s more softer than my bard that started silly and started growing more caring as the story went on.

[leetotters]

I saw your requests open can you write maybe a hc with professor!chris evans

Bonus points if reader is a cheerleader! i barley see ones with cheerleader thx😚😚

first chris fic, kinda happy its professor!chris also i made reader a cheerleader but idk what the hell is required for it other than the basics! also the reader is over 19+ and chris is about 40 (huge age gap) please don't read if it is a problem!

professor!chris evans x cheerleader!reader

summary: something like request^

you were your university's cheerleader captain, you had good grades, optimistic attitude and well a great ass personality

chris was a middle aged professor, unmarried, his once soft brown locks now silver, his skin slightly wrinkle but damn did he age like fine wine.

most people at your college spoke about the hot history professor, even you, girls would swoon over him during classes not paying any attention to the new topic he would be teaching, their eyes drinking in the sight of him as his muscles flex pointing the board.

chris knew about the foul comments his students made about him, he knew how some of them would stay back after class attempting to seduce him to go in bed with them, he knew the girls wore revealing clothing trying to catch his eye, he knew he was a hot man for his age.

yes, you were one of students who thirsted over professor chris, but you were weren't one to actually seduce the man, you did make impure comments about him but tried to keep them earshot from him, you wore outfits that suited your style, revealing or not, you wore it for yourself.

professor evans was a man of class, not giving in to his horny students throwing themselves at him, he would sometimes chuckle, proud he still had his charm from his youth days to attract others, sometimes he would be grading his history exam papers and would see his name with hearts around it in the corner of the page.

but professor evans had a little secret of his own, a little dirty secret that would probably make him get fired from his paying job, professor evans had eyes for someone and that someone was coincidentally one of his students, yeah, all that class of his is gone when he sees that one cheer captain strutting into his class, her hand holding college colored pompoms and her little cheerleading uniform.

y/n l/n was the name

professor evans would occasionally glance at you in class, you always sat in the fourth row with a few of your friends, to his dismay. he would flash you his pearly smile whenever you answered a question or asked, you were his best student, his best girl.

chris would sometimes stand afar watching you practice with your cheerleading team going through your warm ups and routines, he always got flustered when your skirt would raise showing him more of your smooth thighs

the things he would do to you if he just had the chance he thought to himself more than often, but you wouldn't be intrested with a middle aged man like him..right?

chris leaned back on his chair, checking his watch once more, boredom creeping up on him as he marked some of his students essays, he let out a loud yawn grading the last paper of the second set then going on to the other.

a knock was heard from the other side of the door awakening chris from his sleepy state, 'come in' he shouted groggily, rubbing his droopy eyes thinking who the hell was here at six in the evening

you peeked your head inside, smiling shyly, professor evans eyes darkened a little when he saw you enter, his eyes immediately raking your body, you were dressed in a satin y/f/c pj shirt and shorts, making chris adjust himself at the sight of your bare legs.

'oh y/n, what brings you here' chris inquired resting his pen on his desk and folding his arms pointing you to the seat right across his desk.

you sat down, not really sure yourself why you walked all the way here to his office, 'i'm having a bit of trouble with the new assignment you gave us sir' you lied fiddling with your fingers on your lap from his intense stare

chris grinned nodding his head before speaking, 'trouble? miss l/n, you're top in my class and i'm pretty sure you aren't here to discuss about this assignment' he folded his arms across his chest, the grin still plastered on his lips.

'no sir i'm not' you shook your head, standing from your spot circling your way around his desk to the back of his chair, placing your arms on his shoulders feeling him stiffen up from your touch. you massaged him, rolling your thumbs over his neck then lowering your lip to his ear, 'i came here to see you sir' chris inhaled deeply when the three lettered word left your lips.

'i see the way you look at me' you spoke voice low, licking a strip of his ear, hands still working on his shoulders up to his neck, 'i see you looking at me when i'm practicing' you nibbled his earlobe, teasingly moaning, 'i see your eyes on me during your lessons' you pulled back spinning his chair around, straddling his lap, locking your arms around his neck giving him your alluring smile.

'and i like it sir' you finished, toying with the silver baby hairs behind the nape of his neck, biting your bottom lip and staring up at chris, his green eyes were wide, he slowly leaned in, waiting to see if you would retreat, only to have you smash your lips together with his, your hips grinding on his lap as his hand found a place on your waist raising the material of your body.

chris drew back, his large hand cupping your cheek brushing his thumb under your eye before pressing his lips to yours, slipping his tongue in exploring the insides, 'so fucking sexy y/n' chris groaned, pushing his face between the valley of your exposed breasts leaving soft kisses on both hardened nipples

you hummed still moving your hips on his crotch trying to relieve the insufferable ache between your thighs, 'fuck me sir, fuck my tight pussy, i know you want to' you pleaded, so close to your orgasm that you used chris shoulders to keep up your balance to reach the end state of bliss.

chris thought seeing you in your cheerleading uniform was hot, but this, your orgasmic state was far from that, your lips were parted, nose scrunched and eyes shut as you came in your shorts, your squeals bouncing off the class walls as your grip tightened on chris shoulders.

'fuck doll, you just came by grinding on my lap' your professor spoke his voice dark, his hands kneading the rotund flesh of your covered behind, 'imagine when i actual fuck you with my thick cock' that made you whine automatically, at the mention of his cock.

you were about to respond with a snarky response but a knock to the door made both of you and chris freeze, 'professor evans, may i come in' a high pitched voice asked, surely one of his students who wanted to be in the position you were in a few seconds ago. 'uh just a minute' you quickly slipped your pj shirt over your head, adjusting your moistened shorts getting off of chris lap.

chris pressed his lips to yours once more before letting you go, 'mhm doll, come to my office tomorrow, right after class' he unwillingly pulled back, 'wear that cute little cheerleading uniform of yours too' chris squeezed your waist releasing you from his grip leaving you in a blushing state.

'will do professor' you winked walking out the door swaying your hips sensually knowing his eyes were on you.

-

part two here!

[et-lesailes]

Okay I’m not saying Evans dressing up as Captain America for his newly 4 year old son’s birthday party because baby Evans doesn’t realize that Daddy plays him, so Evans sets out to make this 4th birthday special, but that is exactly what I am saying. I had this exact dream and I can’t stop thinking about it.

-> -> -> "I can't believe I'm doing this." Your husband chuckles as he looks at his reflection in the mirror, dressed in the infamous stealth suit itself. You giggle as you wrap your arms around him from behind; normally, Chris thinks bringing out any prop or uniform from his Captain America role is tacky, but he has a very good reason to today- and he was fortunate enough to have been able to borrow the suit from Marvel. "Leave it on once the party's over and Robbie's in bed and I'll make it all worth it." You tell him playfully with a suggestive wink, and he immediately grins. "Oh I'll hold you to that, sweetheart."

You laugh and walk out of the bedroom towards the sliding doors to the backyard, peeking outside and smiling fondly seeing your four-year-old happily jumping up and down in the large inflatable bounce house with his friends from preschool and his cousins. Chris follows behind but keeps a safe distance, not wanting to be seen yet. "Alright, babe, you remember the plan, right?" You turn to him with a little smile, and he nods his head excitedly. "Of course, doll. Go ahead, I'll be waiting here for your signal."

You go to the fridge to take the Captain America themed cake, coming outside and calling out loudly, "Who's ready for cake?" The kids immediately holler in excitement, rushing over to the table. You smile as Chris' mom helps you light the candles, gesturing for Robbie to stand in front. "Whatchya gonna wish for, little man?" you ask, and Chris' brother Scott smiles innocently immediately pitching in, "Wait, wouldn't it be so cool if Captain America could come to this party?"

"I'm going to wish for that!" Robbie screams, just as you thought he would- you exchange a triumphant glance with Scott, giggling softly as you sneakily high-five behind him. Everyone starts singing Happy Birthday, and once you're finished, you hold his shoulders. "Now close your eyes, make your wish, and blow out the candles baby!" In his excitement, he hasn't even noticed Chris' absence- thank God, because he'd probably try and hunt him down otherwise.

You turn to the sliding door, quickly beckoning for Chris to come out. Your husband grins as he steps out behind you and your son, wearing his cowl and holding his belt in typical Steve Rogers fashion. "Hey there, Robbie- did you call for me?" he asks nonchalantly, and the blond child immediately widens his eyes as he turns around, letting out a shriek. "Captain America!!! It's really you!"

All the kids are going crazy at this point, running over to the "superhero" and screaming in excitement- Chris, however, handles it like a pro. He's had plenty of practice with his nephews and niece, and he simply loves kids in general. "Well, when a nice and brave little boy like you makes a wish for me to come to his birthday party, I can't turn that down!" Chris crouches down and ruffles his hair, giving him a charming smile. "Do you have a girlfriend?" one little girl suddenly screams in curiosity, and you blink before holding your mouth trying not to laugh. Even Chris looks a little thrown off, but he stands back up and clears his throat. "Uh, how about we all eat some cake now?"

"Damn. Looks like you've got some competition over there," Mackie playfully whispers as he nudges you, and you can't help but laugh.

The rest of the party goes great. Robbie's chatting up a storm with Captain America, though he does seem a little suspicious every now and then, squinting as he studies whatever can be seen of Chris' face. "You're a lot like my Daddy!" he finally remarks, and Chris glances at you with a brief grin before looking to him seriously, cocking his head. "Oh? Is your Daddy also a superhero?"

"I don't think so, but both of you are really old!"

You almost spit out your drink, turning around so you can laugh- Chris is doing everything in his power to not do the same, not wanting to ruin the magic for the kids as he continues the conversation as best as he can through his smile.

Eventually, the party dies down- gifts are opened, food is eaten, and people are bidding farewell. Robbie's absolutely exhausted, and so it's a quick dinner and up to bed- you and Chris are finally alone together in your bedroom, wearing sleep clothes and just as tired as your son. "Man, children's parties are exhausting," he says with a sigh, falling onto the bed with you and holding you close.

You nod sleepily in agreement, rubbing your eyes before whispering, "We'll just save the stealth suit sex for tomorrow."

[liw-the-melancholic-apple]

How it may have gone - Humble Beginnings

A fic taking place in the marauders era. While the political climate seems to head to a conflict, James, Sirius, Remus and Peter are still just teenagers. Dealing with typical teenage problems.

But this year their little group grows. Who would have known that more prefects would be a good thing?

Masterlist

Six: The Christmas Party I

“I hate the fact that you have all afternoon to pack and sort things out and we have to rush tomorrow!” Nica glared at me.

“It only means that you have something to do tomorrow. I’ll just have to wait until it’s time to get ready for the party.”

“I expect you to help me”, Milla said passing the pumpkin juice.

We finished our lunch and walked over to the Gryffindor table where the Potter-posse was still ferociously digging into their food.

“Sit, sit, sit”, Pettigrew said while grabbing the big  bowl of chocolate pudding.

“Why do you act like you haven’t eaten in days?”, Nica asked, when she sat down next to Potter.

“We were carrying out a very important mission this morning and missed breakfast”, he answered.

“What could possibly be so important that you’d miss breakfast for it?” Blair sat down between Pettigrew and Milla and eyed the fruit cake but didn’t take it.

“Somebody needed to be taught a lesson in respect”, answered Black while waving at the water bottle in front of me, I passed it.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Flint said some nasty things yesterday in Charms”, Black explained.

“So, we decided to die his hair pink and give him some matching robes”, Potter smirked.

“How did you get into his dorm?”

“We didn’t. We waited for him in the foyer, hexed him and then spent an hour in McGonnagal’s office”, Remus sighed. “Hey, is there still a blueberry muffin in that basket?”

“Yep!”, Chloe threw him one.

“What did he say?”, Blair asked. The boys all remained suspiciously quiet for a while. In the end it was Remus who answered, consciously calm and through clenched teeth: “Flint found out that Milla is muggleborn.”

“Guess you can imagine the kinds of things he said”, added Black.

“You hexed him for me?” Milla’s big blue doll-eyes welled up a bit as she looked from one of the boys to the other.

“That’s what friends are for, right?”, Potter winked at her.

Milla jumped up and first hugged Pettigrew, then Potter on her side of the table, ran around the whole thing and threw herself in Black’s and Remus’ arms. As Remus awkwardly hugged her back, Black and I grinned at each other.

“Thank you!”, Milla whispered trying not to cry.

“Anytime”, Pettigrew answered. “Don’t you dare cry, by the way, I’m not good with tears. Or girls, for that matter.”

That last comment was enough to have us all laugh for a couple of minutes.

When we strolled into the foyer Black had an arm around the still teary-eyed Milla and the conversation turned to Christmas break, which we would all leave for in two days.

“Are you guys gonna see each other, then?”, Potter inquired, with his lighter in front of my face.

“Usually, Milla and I woud see each other – thanks – but she’s chosen to abandon me”, I answered before inhaling the smoke.

“Please, abandon you! I’m going on holiday with my family. And you’ll survive! Crick, Jonas and Tristan will all be home for Christmas.”

“Wait, you live close to Cricket?”, Remus suddenly asked.

“Yep, we all grew up together in Marlowe’s Creek, why?”

“We live in Godric’s Hollow”, Potter answered. “And the boys all visit the second week of break.”

“Why’s that interesting?”, Blair asked.

“I told you about the party Crick and I go to on New Year’s Eve, right?” She nodded her head yes.

“That pub is in Godric’s Hollow. It’s the next town over from where we live.”

“So you’ll get to see each other over break? That’s not fair!”, Nica cried out. Potter looked me up and down for moment. “That pub is not Morgana’s Raven by any chance, is it?”

“You’re going, too?!”

“All of us”, Black answered and high-fived me.

“Not fair!”, Nica cried again.

Pettigrew wondered why Potter, Milla and I had never run into each other if we lived so closely to one another and Milla explained that we usually only went to Godric’s Hollow between Christmas and New Year’s to go to the Winter Market, which Potter found boring and childish.

We stayed outside and chatted until the first bell rang and all of my friends had to run like the devil was after them to make their classes in time.

I decided to smoke another cigarette and make a plan for packing my trunk. As much as I hated getting ready to leave, I was really looking forward to Christmas.

Upon entering the foyer I ran into Crick who told me that his parents would also take Felix and me home. Our parents were good friends and usually didn’t bother to all come to the platform. Last summer my parents had dropped the four of us off.

We went to the common room together and found ourselves in our favourite nook, discussing the plans for the holidays, Jonas’ progress with Elaine – none – and the party that would take place tomorrow.

Crick wasn’t sure how he should talk to Blair, because they both knew it wasn’t really a date and I told him to just be his lovely self and maybe compliment her.

“Tell her how amazing she looks in her dress! She’ll love to hear that”, I suggested thinking back to the weekend before and the dressing room incident. I had kept my promise to not tell anybody but I had also gotten a lot more conscious of what I said about my clothes or my body in front of her. Maybe, I thought, if she got some more self-esteem I could stop overthinking every single conversation.

From his date we moved on to mine who I’d meet on the third floor with his friends. Crick found that it was nice of me to go with him although I didn’t fancy him just so he could spent the night with his friends and not be the odd one out. I told him that Nica had cried the year before when all of us had gotten invited and she hadn’t. So, I knew how much it probably meant to Pettigrew to be able to go. He always was outshone by his three friends, either by their performance in the classes, their witty comments, or – if I was being honest – their looks.

Although Remus had all of those nasty scars in his face and on his arms that he was very tightlipped about and would never explain, his jawline was nothing short of a super model and his sandy hair looked always perfect. And then there was his infectious smile and outrageous height, that had enough girls gushing over him.

Black wasn’t the most wanted chap in the entire school for nothing either. He wore his dark brown hair to his chin and always in a “I-just-got-out-of-bed” kind of way that was effortlessly handsome. Combine that with the way his face looked as if it was chiselled out of marble, his dark grey eyes that always seemed to look into your soul and had that stormy mysterious quality to them and his bad-boy demeanour and you knew most girls dreamed of him when he gave them his signature smirk.

Potter was more ruggedly handsome than his friends. His messy hair and crooked smile made you feel safe but also invoked a sense of adventure. He was taller than Black and had a gangly quality to him, but he knew how to control his body and he had that confidence. Add to that his protectiveness – that not everybody got to see, Lily Evans was the best example of that – and you got yourself quite the charming chap.

Pettigrew was by no means ugly, but in comparison to his friends he was very average looking. His dirty blond hair just sat on his head, without doing much for him. His freckles were sort of cute, but not manly and his blue eyes always seemed watered down. Aside from that he was shorter than Black and the tiniest bit podgy. All in all he just didn’t stand out.

Crick listened to me describe the other boys with an open mouth. When I had finished he asked me to describe him as objectively as possible just so he knew I paid attention to him.

I closed my eyes, so I wouldn’t cheat and started: Crick was roughly the same height as Potter, towering over most girls in the school. He was built like a rugby player, broad shoulders, muscular arms and flat stomach. His blond curls were usually fairly short and gave him an American look that paired perfectly with his greenish blue eyes, diamond cut jawline, bushy eyebrows and toothpaste commercial smile. I knew for a fact that he was one of the most wanted guys in school.

“Why, thank you, Tea. That did wonders for my self-confidence.”

“You do not need any more self-confidence.”

We bickered a bit about whether or not he was self-conscious before he asked me whether Milla was going to the party alone. She was. Remus hadn’t asked her to go with her. Just yesterday Black and I had gotten worked up about that after dinner. According to Black Remus had made a couple more remarks about her and that he didn’t have a date for the party but he didn’t take any of Black’s hints that she would definitely say yes if he asked.

Milla had actually turned down two blokes in the last week. Ratchett from our year in Ravenclaw – an arrogant know-it-all none of us could stand – and Lamar, a seventh year Hufflepuff. She had told both of them that she had promised my little brother to be his date so he wouldn’t feel intimidated. The boldest lie I’d ever heard her tell, since Felix had given in to Siobhan Johnston after all.

When I asked her about it she denied that it had anything to do with Remus and said she just wanted to have fun with us girls and the boys without being held back by some random chap. I didn’t push it any further but I was sure she still waited for Remus to ask her.

“Why doesn’t she just ask him?” Crick’s face was covered in confused wrinkles.

“Because ‘a’ she still isn’t sure whether she’s into him and ‘b’ Milla is the most traditional girl you’ve ever met. Nica would go and grab the boy, bully him into saying yes, but Milla will wait for the boy to ask her. Simple as that.”

After an hour of gossiping and theorising we both headed to our dorms to start packing. A daunting task. I was never a tidy person and the idea of having to pack up my life terrified me. I decided to start with the big wardrobe and just threw everything that was in it on my bed. I would need clothes for tomorrow during the day, the dress for the party and my travel outfit. With those things on my desk I folded up the remaining clothes and sorted them into piles according to the kind of stuff they were.

I moved on to my drawers of bras, knickers and socks and by the time the other girls got back to the dorm my bed was covered in neat piles of clothes. Before I cleaned out my nightstand and the bathroom I got the huge trunk from under my bed and opened it.

“I don’t believe it!”, I yelled. “Remember how I went on about being stupid for having left my favourite ring at home?”, I asked the other four who had all turned to look at me.

“Yes, hard to forget.”

I held up the silver ring with a gigantic black gemstone on it, that I had gotten from my grandma for my last birthday.

“It fell out of my jewelbag and I didn’t see it…”

I put the ring on my desk to wear Saturday and Sunday and started filling the now empty trunk with my clothes while the other four stood in front of their wardrobes sighing. My nightstand could be cleared out completely, the only thing I left on it was the hated alarm clock. The book I was currently reading I threw into my backpack to take on the train.

A quick look around the bathroom informed me that I would need all of the things over the next two days. So, I came back into the dorm and took Milla to the terrace at the common room to smoke. After that I helped her sort her clothes onto her bed and then we went to dinner.

The others spent the evening packing while I teased Felix about his date with Siobhan.

If ever there was a long day, it was going to be this Saturday. While Slughorn’s club meeting were usually rather uneventful, his parties were legendary and an absolute highlight. Waiting for one of them to begin was therefore torture.

The girls and I had decided to sleep in to shorten the day and catch breakfast in the last half hour. That plan worked out rather well. When we entered the foyer four boys stood in front of the staircase shaking their heads.

“D’you know how long we’ve been waiting here?”, Remus asked with a stern look.

“Sorry, we don’t do waiting for parties well”, Chloe answered with a grin as she walked right past him.

“Why don’t you just have your smoke now? Just today we’ll break the pattern. I’m sure Peter will survive that”, Nica suggested.

“Or we could have second breakfast at your table”, Pettigrew countered.

His idea found a lot of supporters and so the nine of us sat down at the fairly empty Hufflepuff table. Before I could even scan it for coffee, Black held up a huge mug filled to the rim and shoved it in my hand. Then he filled one for himself.

“Cheers!”

“Cheers!” We clonked our mugs together and wiggled our eyebrows when we saw Remus and Milla sitting next to each other arguing about the last raisin roll.

“You already had breakfast! Be a gentleman for Merlin’s sake!”  Milla won the argument and chewed her roll triumphantly while Remus buttered a scone grinning.

“What are you gonna do until the party starts?”, Potter asked Blair.

“No idea. I still have some packing to do but other than that, I think it’s gonna be a lot of sitting around…”

“Oh no!”, Pettigrew screamed. “No sitting around on the last day in Hogwarts this year. You will do something adventurous.”

“Like what?”, Nica asked eyebrows raised.

“We were thinking a snowball fight first, followed by a round or two of truth or dare, lunch, maybe we could introduce you to some our favourite short cuts in the castle and we also thought of playing a round or two of quidditch. After all we represent the two winning teams of this season.”

Potter was right. Hufflepuff had positively diminished Slytherin in the December game a few weeks back, which had probably led to the comments Flint had made about Milla and the insults  I had to endure since then.

“I don’t know about the truth or dare”, Chloe said eybrows furrowed, “but the rest sounds great! If we went for the snowball fight first at around…”, she checked her watch, “ eleven we could take lunch at one o’clock and fully warm up for the tour of the secret passages.”

“Spoil sport”, Black smirked. “Fine we cut the truth or dare”, he sighed stealing a muffin from her plate.

“That was the last one, Black!”, she growled.

“Shouldn’t steal my fun, then…”

We finished breakfast, went for a quick smoke and made plans to meet in the foyer at eleven.

[parkerrogersgirl]

Happy Accident Part II

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1,558

Warnings: Steve being cute, fluff, more fluff, mentions of cheating, swearing

Summary: After he saves you from being injured at the gym, THE Steve Rogers asks you out. Little by little, you start falling in love with every part of him, his quirks, his old-fashionedness, and his charm. But are you ready to let your guard down and let him in?

Author’s Note: HI EVERYONE! This is my first ever fic, so please give me feedback in my asks and reblog! And I will be taking requests, so feel free to send me some of those. Let me know if you’d like to be added to my tag list! On another note, I have to mention @sis-tafics because this fic probably wouldn’t exist without her support. She encouraged me to write this, and I’m eternally grateful. Thanks, Jill! Also thanks to the marvelous @my-emotional-self  for pretty much inspiring me with her KILLLLLLLER Chris Evans fanfic!

Catch up here!

The elevator doors close and you stand in silence with Steve. He drops your hand and you pout briefly until you feel Steve snake his arm around your shoulders. You blush, looking at the floor. He leans over to kiss your head as the elevator chimes and the doors open into the lobby of your apartment building. You walk out together into the cold New York air. You shudder a little, resulting in Steve squeezing your shoulders.

“Don’t worry, doll, we don’t have far to go.” He smiles down at you as you walk.

“Mhmm,” you mumble, convinced that if you try to talk, your lips will freeze.

He removes his arm from around you, taking off his jacket and draping it over your shoulders. “No it’s okay, you don’t have-“ you try to protest, but he puts a finger to your lips.

“It’s my pleasure, (Y/N).” He smiles and wraps his arm back around your waist as you resume your walking. You lean more of your weight into him and out of the corner of your eye, you see him smile sweetly down at you. He slows down in front of a movie theater, turning to look at you. “Is this okay? It was hard trying to think of the perfect date for the perfect girl. We can do something else if you’d like, it’s all up to you, doll.”

You giggle, blushing a shade of red that almost matches your lipstick. “This is great.” He kisses your cheek and takes your hand again as you walk inside with him. You stand back a little as he pays for your tickets.

He walks back over to you, “I didn’t know if you liked action movies, but there was a romantic comedy, which I’ve heard is good first date material.”

You stand on your toes and kiss his cheek. “Sounds perfect, thank you for the tickets.”

He shakes his head, “there is no way I would have ever let you pay.”

You smile as you walk into the theater together, and he picks seats halfway up the stairs in the theater, and sits down part of the way into the row. You sit next to him just as the movie starts.

About a half hour into the movie, you realize you’re glad he picked a comedy because it gives you the chance to hear that beautiful, melodious laugh over and over. It actually turns out to be a cute movie, but then again, you’d always loved Reese Witherspoon. You subtly place your arm on the armrest between the two of you, and he almost immediately takes your hand, intertwining your fingers with his. He lifts your hand up and kisses it, then sets it back down on the armrest.

The movie ends and you and Steve walk out of the theater. He smiles at you, “shall we grab some dinner? You can pick the restaurant since I picked the movie, it’s the least I could do.”

You squeeze his hand and smile back sweetly, “I would love to. I know just the place.”

You walk out with him, still wearing his jacket. You lead him to your favorite pizza place, which is empty for the most part, aside from a teenaged couple making eyes at each other.

He smiles at you as you take off his jacket and sit down in a booth, “this place looks awesome.”

“It’s kind of my little special secret place. I come here whenever I have a bad day.” You pick up a menu, handing him the other one.

He raises an eyebrow at you, “and you decided to share it with me?”

You shrug. “I don’t think you’ll blow the secret. Besides, I like you. I thought you deserved to know about this place.”

The waiter comes over and you and Steve order, having decided to share a pepperoni pizza along with each of you getting a Coke. He takes the menus and you look up at Steve.

“So, (Y/N), tell me about yourself. The good, the bad, and the ugly.” He leans back, relaxing into his seat.

You exhale, clasping your hands in your lap. “Well… I’m currently a barista at a coffee shop near my apartment. I’m a junior in college studying criminal justice, and I have a bad track record with relationships.”

“What do you mean you have a bad track record? You seem swell to me.” He looks at you, confused.

You bite your lip, “I’ve been cheated on many times. I’m really protective of myself and I have a hard time trusting people.”

He frowns, reaching across the table to take your hand, “I hope you’ll be able to find it in yourself to trust me.”

“I think I already am.” You smile weakly at him.

Your food arrives, and Steve picks up a piece and puts it on a plate, starting to cut it and eat it with a fork.

You laugh, “you don’t have to use a fork just because you’re with me.” You smile as you pick up a huge piece and take a bite out of it.

He grins at you, doing the same and taking a massive bite out of his slice. You smile back, surprised at how easy interacting with Steve was.

You kept eating, intermittently taking breaks to ask each other questions. He hesitantly told you about Peggy, the woman he loved from his first life before he was frozen. You could tell he was downplaying it, but even so, you were intimidated. How could you even begin to try to measure up to Peggy Carter? She was gorgeous, worked in intelligence, and was gifted with a sharp tongue. You told him about your ex, but left out what you caught him doing because you weren’t sure that Steve would understand.

He told you about his best friend James, who practically inspired him to join the military, even before Steve was recruited to become a super soldier. James, though, had been taken by a global organization, which rewired his brain and made him an assassin. Steve and his team had been able to rescue James and restore his memory. You briefly told him about your older brother, who had been your best friend practically since you were born. He was your protector, your hero, and your role model. Your brother went off to college two years before you did, and you had spiraled into a pit of depression. That was what led you to fall in with your most recent cheating ex. Everyone else knew he was bad for you, but you were too deluded into thinking he loved you to tell the truth.

You finish eating, both pulling out your wallets. Steve shakes his head at you, “not happening, doll.” He hands his credit card to the waiter, and you frown at him. “You’re going to have to let me pay someday.”

He waves off your comment, “not if I can help it. That’s not something I know, or feel comfortable with.”

You shrug as the waiter brings back Steve’s card and he stands up with you, draping his jacket back around your shoulders. He takes your hand as you plunge back into the night. While you were eating, it had begun to snow. You smile to yourself, and Steve looks at you, skeptical. “What are you smiling about?”

You giggle and twirl a little, “I just really love snow. It’s one of the only good things I remember from my childhood.”

He smiles genuinely at you, leaning against a streetlamp. You stop spinning, taking his hand again as you start walking back toward your apartment. You walk slowly together, not wanting this night to end. You lean on him, swinging your arms like elementary school kids do when they have a crush. You see your apartment building in the distance, and your heart falls. Steve notices a change in body language, squeezing your hand tightly.

You slow down even more as you approach the front of your building, and you unlock your door, stepping inside into the warmth of the lobby. Steve turns to face you, taking both of your hands in his.

“(Y/N), I had an incredible time. It was probably the most enjoyable thing I’ve done since I was pulled from the ice. Would you mind going out with me again sometime?”

You raise an eyebrow at him and smile, “nothing would please me more.”

Steve’s body language changes, and he looks visibly anxious. After a moment of confusion, you realize he’s debating whether or not to kiss you goodnight. You bite your lip, trying not to smile. You take a deep breath, then step closer to him. You wrap a hand behind his neck, standing on your toes. Ever so gently, you press your lips to his. He hesitates at first, then wraps his arm around your waist, barely pulling you closer to him as you kiss. Needing to catch your breath, you pull away slowly, looking up into his gorgeous green eyes.

You both exhale at the same time, and he pulls you into a tight hug. You bite your lip as he whispers in your ear, “you’re my best girl.” He moves to kiss your lips softly, then looks into your eyes as he backs away.

“I’ll call you tomorrow, doll.”

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[parkerrogersgirl]

Happy Accident Part III

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1,752

Warnings: Steve being cute, fluff, more fluff, mentions of cheating, swearing

Summary: After he saves you from being injured at the gym, THE Steve Rogers asks you out. Little by little, you start falling in love with every part of him, his quirks, his old-fashionedness, and his charm. But are you ready to let your guard down and let him in?

Author’s Note: HI EVERYONE! This is my first ever fic, so please give me feedback in my asks and like/reblog! And I will be taking requests, so feel free to send me some of those. Let me know if you’d like to be added to my tag list! On another note, I have to mention @sis-tafics because this fic probably wouldn’t exist without her support. She encouraged me to write this, and I’m eternally grateful. Thanks, Jill! Also thanks to the marvelous @my-emotional-self for pretty much inspiring me with her KILLLLLLLER Chris Evans fanfic! And thank you to @lonelyvampirequeen for becoming my editor!

Catch up here!

You step in the elevator, leaning against the wall as you try to process what just happened. You squeal, giggling as you come to terms with the fact that Steve Rogers just kissed you. The elevator arrives on your floor, and you step out, unlocking your door and closing it behind you. You lock it, then go straight to your bedroom, collapsing on the bed. You start replaying the evening’s events, not leaving out a single detail. You hear your phone chime, and you reach down, pulling it out of your bag.

Steve <3: “I know I said this earlier, but I had an incredible night. What’s your schedule like tomorrow?”

You gasp, surprised that he wants to see you again so soon.

You: “I have a seminar from 9-12, and then other classes from 5-7. What are you planning? :P”

Steve <3: “You’ll find out soon enough, doll ;) and you can keep my jacket, it looks better on you anyway. Sweet dreams, Y/N.”

You smiled, knowing full well that you would most likely be dreaming of him tonight.

You: “have a good night, Steve. Sleep well :)”

You head to the bathroom and quickly remove your makeup, then change into pajamas and climb into bed. You could still feel the taste of Steve’s lips, and it made your stomach flip. You fell asleep smiling, knowing that you were head over heels with Steve Rogers.

You wake up early the next morning, still on a high from your date with Steve. You get dressed and gather your books, making the choice to walk to campus today. You make sure to put on Steve’s coat because honestly, it’s warmer than anything else you own. You leave your apartment and head out into the brisk September Thursday morning air. You walk faster than normal, trying not to freeze on your way to class. Your phone buzzes in your pocket, but you’re too cold to check. You arrive at your class building, sit down in the hallway and pull out your phone.

Steve <3: “Good morning, doll. I just found out I have to leave the day after tomorrow for a mission, but I promise I’ll see you before then.”

Your heart sinks as you read his message, but you brush it off, reminding yourself that he’s Captain America and his world can’t revolve around you.

You: “I can’t wait, just let me know when you’re free :)”

You put your phone on airplane mode and stash it in your pocket, then head into your classroom for your 3-hour lecture. You take some notes but mostly daydream about Steve the whole time. What is wrong with you? You’ve barely known him for two days. You try to reason with yourself, but you knew Steve was different than any other guy you’d been with. He was kind, he was chivalrous, and he was respectful. You knew that there was no way in hell Steve Rogers would ever hurt you.

Your class ends and you pack your laptop in your bag, walking out of your classroom. Your eyes are covered by two strong, familiar hands and you hear a soft voice whisper in your ear, “Guess who?” You grin and remove the hands from your eyes, turning to face Steve.

He smiles down at you, “I’m sorry if I scared you, I just couldn’t wait until tonight to see you.” He leans down, kissing you softly as he pulls you close. You prolong the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. People start cheering and you pull away, blushing.

You look up at him and smile, “let’s get out of here.” You reach down and take his hand, leading him out of the building.

“So where would you like to go, (Y/N)?” He squeezes your hand, waiting for your reply.

You grin up at him, kissing his cheek. “I have an idea.” You lead him to your favorite area in Central Park, a little spot that’s higher than the rest of the acreage, so you can see everything going on down below. You sit on a bench, waiting for him to join you.

He sits next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as he pulls you into him. “I really like this coat, where’d you get it?” You giggle, “a dreamboat guy I spent time with yesterday let me borrow it. He’s so chivalrous.”

“Wow, he sounds great. Although I’m sure he considers himself pretty lucky to have you in his life.” He gently squeezes your shoulders again.

You swing your legs around so they’re across his lap, “is this okay?” You ask. “I can move them if you want, this is just a lot warmer.”

He kisses the side of your head, “this is fine with me, doll.” He pulls you even tighter to him, rubbing your arms to keep you warm.

“So tell me about this weekend.” You look up at him curiously.

He sighs, “I’m not sure how much I’m allowed to tell you. I do know that I have to go to Africa with the team, we think H.Y.D.R.A. has an active base there. But I can tell you this…” he moves to whisper in your ear, “I would much rather be spending time with you, (Y/N).)

You blush, looking up at him, “I guess you’ll just have to figure out a way to make it up to me,” you say, sticking your tongue out at him. “Oh, I plan on it, doll.” He puts a finger underneath your chin, tilting your head up as he kisses you softly. You smile into the kiss, enjoying the slow pace of his lips on yours. He pulls away gradually, “may I…?”

You cock your head, confused by his question. “Oh.” You say, his intended message clicking in your mind, “Yes, you may.”

He smiles at you, then pulls your face toward his and kisses you again. He probes your lips with his tongue, and you open your mouth slightly, inviting him in. You slip your tongue into his mouth, intertwining yours with his. He pulls you into him, his hands never moving lower than your waist. You pull away from him to catch your breath, and he looks up at you.

“Wow. That was….”

“Incredible, “ you say blushing as you look away.

He lifts your chin to look into your eyes. “I’ve never done that before, I’d always wanted to. Thank you for letting me. I was nervous. If I ever do something you’re not comfortable with or ready for, please tell me.”

“You’re too polite to do anything I’m not comfortable with. But I promise if it happens, I will tell you.” You kiss his cheek and he smiles sweetly at you.

“Thank you, (Y/N). I never want to hurt you.” He reaches over, brushing your hair out of your face.

You smile up at him, “So…. You’ve really never done that before?” You smirk.

He laughs heartily, “I knew you weren’t going to let that go. No, actually, I haven’t. Before I became….” he gestures at himself, “THIS, I wasn’t much to look at. Then after the serum, I was in the military and then I was frozen. After I got pulled from the ice, I wasn’t focused on finding a gal. I was focused on catching up on everything I had missed and making the world a better place.”

“If I’d known pre-serum Steve, I would’ve given him a chance,” you say, kissing him softly on the lips.

He laughs again, “I can guarantee that you would do no such thing. But thank you for saying that.” He smiles, then looks out at the ground below.

You rest your head on his shoulder, “so how do you like this view?”

“It’s okay, but I can think of a better one.” He looks back over at you, winking.

“You’re such a charmer,” you say with a soft giggle. He kisses you again gently, only stopping when he hears your stomach growling.

“Hungry, doll?”

You shrug, “I could eat. We could just go to a coffee shop, it’ll warm us up, too.”

“Well, then I guess it’s decided,” he stands up and holds out his hand, pulling you up into his arms. He kisses the top of your head and takes your hand, starting to walk down the hill with you. You lean on him as you walk, looking up at him. “What are you thinking about?” He sighs, shrugging.

“How grateful I am that I didn’t meet you in the 40s. Now I get to spend more time with you.”

You blush, nudging his arm with your shoulder, “always the sweet talker.”

He winks as you cross the street, ducking into a Starbucks.The barista smiles at you, “hey, Y/N!” She looks at Steve, her mouth dropping open. “You’re……..”

“Yup, that’s me. Steve Rogers. Pleasure to meet you.” He grins at her.

You smile at her, “hey, Sarah.”

Steve waves, then looks back over at you, “do you really come here that often?”

“Kind of. I work here,” you say, stepping up to the counter as you order. Steve orders and pulls out his wallet to pay, but you shake your head. “Free coffee for working at Starbucks.”

He kisses your cheek, taking his coffee from Sarah. “Thanks, doll.”

You smile as Sarah starts making your coffee while watching you and Steve. “You guys are really cute together.”

You blush and Steve squeezes you, smiling at her, “thanks, I’m pretty fond of her.” Your heart skips a beat as you look up at him.

Sarah hands you your coffee, “have a good one, you two. Catch ya later!”

“See ya, Sarah.” Steve leads you out of the shop as you start slowly walking back to campus.

“So…. dinner again tonight? I’d like to cook for you.” Steve kisses the top of your head again.

You smile, looking up at him, “I’d love to. I can come by after 7:30?”

He shakes his head as you get to campus, “No way, doll. I’ll pick you up right here. I’m not gonna let you walk in the cold. Especially at night. That’s just not safe.”

You stop outside your class building, taking both his hands. “Thank you, Steve. I’ll see you here at 7?”

“I can’t wait.” He leans in, kissing you deeply, then pulls away.

“Time will drag on until then.” You wink at him, and he smiles.

“I’ll see you later, doll.”

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[parkerrogersgirl]

Happy Accident Part V

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1,840 

Warnings: Steve being cute, fluff, more fluff, swearing, not quite smut, but THINGS ARE GETTING STEAMY Y’ALL

Summary: After he saves you from being injured at the gym, THE Steve Rogers asks you out. Little by little, you start falling in love with every part of him, his quirks, his old-fashionedness, and his charm. But are you ready to let your guard down and let him in?

Author’s Note: HI EVERYONE! This is my first ever fic, so please give me feedback in my asks and like/reblog! And I will be taking requests, so feel free to send me some of those. Let me know if you’d like to be added to my tag list! On another note, I have to mention @sis-tafics because this fic probably wouldn’t exist without her support. She encouraged me to write this, and I’m eternally grateful. Thanks, Jill! Also thanks to the marvelous @my-emotional-self for pretty much inspiring me with her KILLLLLLLER Chris Evans fanfic! And thank you to @lonelyvampirequeen for becoming my editor!

Catch up here!

You wake up to Steve kissing your neck, and you stretch with a moan. You roll over so you’re facing him.

He pulls you in, kissing you softly. “Good morning, gorgeous. How’d you sleep?”

“I slept wonderfully. Your arms are my favorite place.” You see the clock behind him, sitting up with a start. “SHIT I HAVE CLASS IN 30 MINUTES.”

Steve bolts up, throwing you your pants from yesterday, “I’ll take you, babe. Trust me, you won’t be late.”

“Thanks, Steve.” You turn away, starting to take off his shirt you’re wearing. He puts a hand on your shoulder, “Just keep it, (Y/N). It looks better on you anyway.” He quickly gets dressed in a heavy brown jacket and dark jeans.

“I doubt that,” you say as you slip on your pants, running downstairs. He goes with you, going to the kitchen. He grabs something, then goes to the front door as you both put on your shoes. You pick up your school bag, going outside into the freezing air with him.

He hands you a granola bar, winking. “Can’t let my best girl go hungry.”

“Thanks, Steve.” You kiss him on the cheek and stow the bar in your bag. He gets on the motorcycle, putting on his helmet as you do the same.

He starts the bike and starts off, going well over the speed limit.

“Steve, you’re going to kill us!”

He laughs, shaking his head as he steers, “doll, I’m not going to let you be late. I don’t care how many laws I break. I’ll do anything for you.”

You blush, kissing the back of his neck as the cold air whips you in the face. You get to campus about 40 minutes faster than it would have taken you had Steve followed the speed limit signs. You get off the bike, and Steve follows suit, and you both remove your helmets.

“I’m gonna miss you this weekend, babe,” he says, pulling you into a tight hug.

You look up at him, his sadness obvious in his eyes. “I’ll miss you too, love.”

He raises an eyebrow, cocking his dead. “What did you just call me?”

“Should I not have said that? I’m sorry. It’s just that you call me doll and babe and I-” he cuts you off with a kiss, pressing his lips passionately against yours. You melt into him, letting him hold you up. He moans into the kiss, his strong hands pressing into your lower back. You keep it going for a few minutes before he pulls away.

“I loved it. I just wasn’t expecting it.” He kisses the top of your head. “By the way, I know you heard what I said last night. Why haven’t you mentioned it?”

You look away, refusing to make eye contact, “because I was scared of how much I love you, and it’s only been a few days.”

He pulls you close again, this time lifting you off the ground as he kisses you, “I love you, (Y/N). I don’t care that it’s only been a few days. I’ve been alive long enough to know that when you have a feeling like this, you hold on and don’t let go, no matter what.”

“I love you too, Steve.” You kiss him softly, holding on to him, “I should probably go to class.”

He kisses you once more, “have fun, I’ll text you once I’m situated on the QuinJet and everything.”

You smile at him as you head inside, and your heart sinks as you hear the sound of his bike fade away in the distance. You go into your classroom, sitting down as you pull out your MacBook. You try to focus on class, attempting to keep Steve out of your head so you won’t be tempted to text him. A half-hour later, a text pops up on your laptop.

Steve <3: “Hey, baby. I’m on the QuinJet now, I just thought I would keep you updated. How’s class?”

You smile to yourself, avoiding the professor’s eye contact.

You: “Hey, Stevie. Class is boring, especially because I know you won’t be outside waiting for me afterward :(“

Steve <3: “I promise, doll, the second I get back in town I’m coming straight to wherever you are. I miss you already.”

You sigh as class ends, packing up your bag and heading outside as you walk to work.

You: “Please be careful? I want you coming back to me in one piece.”

Steve <3: “I’ll see what I can do. Are you headed to work?”

You: “Yeah, I get off at 8. I’m closing tonight.”

Steve <3: “I think we’ll have landed by then, mind if I FaceTime you when you get off?”

You smile, blushing as you walk into work.

You: “Nothing would make me happier. I’m at work now, I’ll text you when I get off.”

Steve <3: “Sounds like a plan. I love you, doll.”

You giggle as you put on your apron and tie it behind your back.

You: “I love you too, honey.”

Work drags on, and you burn yourself a few times while dealing with shitty customers. WHEN I ASK YOU YOUR NAME, GET OFF YOUR PHONE AND F**KING TELL ME INSTEAD OF ROLLING YOUR EYES. You eventually get a break and decide to check your phone. Your face lights up when you see there’s a text from Steve.

Steve <3: “‘honey’? I like that. How’s work, babe?”

You groan, I wonder if he actually wants to know? You shrug, assuming he does or he wouldn’t have asked.

You: “I hate it and I miss you. I need Captain America to come rescue me ;)”

Steve <3: “I miss you too. Especially seeing you walk away in my shirt, knowing you’re wearing my boxers. It’s been driving me nuts all day.”

You smirk to yourself. Ohhhhh, this is gonna be fun.

You: “Is that so…………….. Captain?”

There’s a delay between messages, and you know he’s probably losing it surrounded by his team. A few minutes later, your phone pings.

Steve <3: “Doll, that’s not really fair, now is it?”

You: “Of course it’s fair, especially since I have to suffer knowing you’re wearing that stealth suit….. That just gets me all kinds of worked up.”

Steve <3: “Well, I’ll have to remember that ;)”

You: “Your boxers are sooooo comfortable. I just feel so nice and breezy down there.”

Steve <3: “You better stop that, (Y/N). You’re getting me excited over here.”

You look at the time, realizing your break is over.

You: “Break’s over, gotta go. Love you!”

You put your phone back in your bag, knowing that Steve would be mad at your shenanigans. The rest of work goes by quickly, and you and Sarah talk for a bit before you leave.

“Soooooo how’s Steve?” Sarah smirks at you as she takes a sip of her tea.

You blush and shrug, “he’s good. He’s out of town right now. But….”

“But?” She raises an eyebrow at you.

“He said I love you last night. And I said it back this morning.” You giggle as you sip your Pumpkin Spice Latte.

Sarah squeals, hugging you quickly, “that’s amazing! I’m glad you’re past all of that shit that happened with whatshisname.”

Your phone vibrates, and you apologize to Sarah before checking it.

Steve <3: “hey, doll. We just landed, are you off yet? <3”

You shrug sheepishly at Sarah, “sorry, we have a FaceTime date. I’ll see you tomorrow!” You hug her and head outside, FaceTiming Steve.

He answers immediately, and you sigh upon seeing his face.

“Hey, beautiful! How was work?”

You groan, “it was work. People suck. People that aren’t you, I mean.”

He winks at you, “I do have that certain 1940s charm that most people lack.”

“Uh huh, I’m sure that’s it,” you say, rolling your eyes.

“Oh, doll, this is James/Bucky,” Steve’s phone pans over to a dark-haired, European guy.

“HEY! YOU’RE THE FAMOUS (Y/N). God, I feel lucky to meet you. This guy won’t shut up-”

Steve shoves him, pointing the camera back on himself, “annnnyyway….”

You smirk at him, “so about our texting earlier…”

“Doll, you damn near killed me with all of that. I can’t wait till I get back.”

You raise an eyebrow as you get to your apartment complex, unlocking the door. “And why is that, honey?”

He voice lowers, sounding more gruff and sensual, “I may be old-fashioned, but I’m also a man. On top of that, I’m a man in love. I can only show so much restraint, baby.”

“So what are you going to do when you get back?” You ask as you get in the elevator.

He goes into what looks like a bedroom, closing the door behind him, “well for starters, I’d get you into bed and love you so hard you’ll call me Captain all night.”

You moan softly as you get off the elevator, going into your apartment and locking it behind you, “is that so?”

“Absolutely,” he nods, keeping eye contact with you as he gets into bed.

“I should probably shower, keep me updated if you can tomorrow so I know you’re okay?”

He smiles sweetly, “of course, doll. I promise I’ll come home safe to you. Sweet dreams, I love you.”

“I love you too, honey.” You smile as you hang up.

You undress and turn on the shower, getting in as you start to massage your hair. It’s only a few days, you’ll be fine. It’s not like you’re even that serious with him. That was the thing, though. You two were already serious, and it had only been a few days. Steve had the right idea when he told you that when feelings like this came up, you shouldn’t let them go. And yes, he was old-fashioned, but back then, love was more important than just getting off. This was so much more than that. When you were with Steve, your whole body felt like it was running on electricity. It felt like you had known him for many years, not just a few days. Before Steve, you didn’t really believe in the ‘soulmate’ thing. But now? Being his soulmate seemed like the only logical way to explain how he made you feel. He made you feel safe, special, beautiful, which were all things you’d never been made to feel before.

You get out of the shower and dried off, smiling as you put Steve’s shirt back on. Now that’s a nice-smelling man. You slip on underwear and get in bed, checking your phone as you plug it in.

Steve <3: “In case I hadn’t already told you, I miss you, and I cannot wait to have you back in my arms. Sweet dreams, angel. I love you.”

You smile and quickly start typing back, yawning as you start to fall asleep.

You: “Goodnight, honey. I love you, too. Sleep we...”

Your phone slips out of your hand as you fall asleep.

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[parkerrogersgirl]

Happy Accident Part VI

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1,685

Warnings: Steve being cute, fluff, more fluff, swearing, not quite smut, but THINGS ARE GETTING STEAMY Y’ALL (SMUT coming in Part VII)

Summary: After he saves you from being injured at the gym, THE Steve Rogers asks you out. Little by little, you start falling in love with every part of him, his quirks, his old-fashionedness, and his charm. But are you ready to let your guard down and let him in?

Author’s Note: HI EVERYONE! This is my first ever fic, so please give me feedback in my asks and like/reblog! And I will be taking requests, so feel free to send me some of those. Let me know if you’d like to be added to my tag list! On another note, I have to mention @sis-tafics because this fic probably wouldn’t exist without her support. She encouraged me to write this, and I’m eternally grateful. Thanks, Jill! Also thanks to the marvelous @my-emotional-selffor pretty much inspiring me with her KILLLLLLLER Chris Evans fanfic! And thank you to @lonelyvampirequeen for becoming my editor!

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Masterlist

You stretch as you wake up, your back popping in about 100 places. God, that felt nice, you think to yourself. It was 10am on a Saturday, and you didn’t have to be at work until 4. You yawn, picking up your phone to check your notifications. You gasp, horrified to see that you had fallen asleep before sending your text to Steve. He, however, had texted you about twenty minutes ago.

Steve <3: “Good morning, babe. We’re going to head out in about 45 minutes or so. You can go ahead and call me if you’re up before then. If not, I’ll call you tonight when we’re back.”

You open the selfie camera on your phone and fix your hair, making sure you don’t look that bad. You smile as you call Steve via FaceTime. He picks up after the first ring. Your eyes widen as you see him in his stealth soon.

He grins at you. “Hey, gorgeous! Man, am I glad I got to see you before we head out. How’d you sleep?”

“Not nearly as well as I did the night before. The bed was missing something… or someone,” you wink at him.

He groans, “you’re killing me over here, doll. I do have good news, though.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, “oh yeah? What’s that?”

“This is gonna be a fairly quick mission, I should be home tomorrow afternoon or evening,” he grins at you.

You squeal, “well, sweetheart, I think you just made my day. By the way, that outfit you’re wearing now is making me feel a lot of different things,” you wink at him.

Steve looks around, shifting his weight in his seat, “God I can’t wait to get back.”

“Why’s that?” You smirk at him.

“Oh, baby, when I get back, I’m going to love you so hard. I’ll spoil you.”

You moan softly, crossing your legs as you feel wetness between your legs, “Steve, is that a promise?”

“It sure is, doll. Hope you’ll be ready for me tomorrow.” He winks at you.

You look into piercing blue eyes, “honey, I’m ready for you now.”

He reaches down, adjusting himself again, “baby, the things you make me feel shouldn’t be legal.”

You raise an eyebrow quizzically, “and what do I make you feel?” You hear a voice overhead on his end, and he winces.

“That’s a story for another day.”

“Does that mean you have to go?”

He frowns, “Yeah, sorry, babe. I’ll text you once we’re back so you won’t be too worried about me,” he smirks.

You sigh, “okay, honey. Just stay safe, okay? I love you.”

“I promise I’ll be safe. I love you, doll!” Steve grins as he hangs up.

You set your phone down as you take out your laptop and start to do homework. You do everything except your paper, procrastinating since it’ll be your hardest assignment to get done. You fall asleep reading for psychology and end up dreaming about Steve. You wake up about an hour later, cursing yourself. The only thing you remember from your dream is being in Steve’s arms. Laying in your bed now, you could still almost feel his arms around you. You sigh, smiling as you open your book back up and get cracking on your paper. You struggle with writing it, making a note in your calendar to meet with your professor to get an opinion on the rough draft.

You write all 1,500 words in about three and a half hours, cracking your neck as you quickly undress and get in the shower before work. It was about 3:15, so you had about 25 minutes or so to get ready. You dry off and put on a white shirt and black jeans, blow drying your hair before you curl and hairspray it. You put on pink lipstick and mascara, adding a little bit of eyeliner. You smirk to yourself, wishing Steve could see you like this. You don’t send him a picture because you know he needs to focus on his mission, so you take a picture, reminding yourself to send it tomorrow.

You take a chance, slipping on your snow boots just in case. You put on Steve’s coat, sniffing it a little. Why did I just do that? You wondered. It did smell really nice though. You quickly grab your purse and phone, leaving your apartment and locking the door behind you before getting on the elevator. You get to the lobby and see it snowing hard. Thank God I wore my boots.

You start making the trek over to work, glad it’s only a few blocks. You arrive early and see that fucking Linda is the manager today. You unwillingly make pleasantries, giving off a fake smile as she shows you pictures of her STUPID grandson. You order a coffee, knowing you’ll need it in order to get through the next 5 hours with Linda. She takes her time making her coffee and you ask God for the will to not kill this woman. You can’t hang out with Steve if you’re in prison, you chastise yourself. That thought alone is enough for you to smile at Linda, taking your coffee from her as you head to the break room.

You debate with yourself for about 10 minutes on whether or not you should text Steve just to wish him luck, deciding against it. You lock your phone and purse in your locker before you put on your apron, walking out of the break room and going behind the counter. Work drags on, with even more assholes than usual. Your favorite part was when a mom asked for a mocha with no coffee for her little one. SO YOU BASICALLY WANT A HOT CHOCOLATE!?! There were a lot of days you wanted to quit, but you also desperately needed the money in order to eventually pay off your student loans. When it got slow, Linda would corner you about her grandson starting to ‘talk.’ Excuse me, lady, it doesn’t count as talking if it’s just noises. Get back to me when the kid tells you to shut up. Then I’ll be interested. You zone back into the conversation as you hear Steve’s name.

“... and Sarah told me about that Steve, I absolutely cannot believe you’re sleeping with Captain America!”

You shake your head, unsure you heard her properly. “Excuse me?”

She looks at you, confused. “I thought the two of you weren’t in a relationship, I thought it was just sex.”

“And what the hell would make you assume that? The fact that I haven’t known him for that long? So what? I don’t just sleep with guys for fun. I’m in an actual relationship with him.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize.” Linda stammered

“Thank you for your apology.” You smile sarcastically at her, taking the order of the customer that has just walked up as Linda walks away.

The customer looks at you as she pays, “Soooo I saw that whole exchange. I don’t know how you deal with her. You were so calm. If she had said something like that to me, I probably would’ve said some things that got me fired.”

You shrug as you start to make her coffee, “I’m not worried about it, although he wouldn’t put up with it. He would have gone off on her. It’s fine, though.” You finish her coffee, adding extra whipped cream and chocolate syrup on top of her Frappucino.

“Aw, thanks so much!” She smiles and waves as she goes out into the cold.

You don’t go on your break until an hour before you’re supposed to leave, because your asshole coworker took a nap and his ‘alarm didn’t go off.’ You go in the break room and unlock your locker, removing your phone to see a message from Steve.

Steve <3: “Hey, baby. We just finished the mission, everything went great. We’re gonna stay here for the night because everyone’s too tired to do anything. I’ll be back tomorrow, can’t wait to see you.”

You smile, incredulous that one text from this man could brighten your whole day.

You: “Hey, honey. I’m on my break now, but work has been a mess today. Thank you for texting me, it made everything better.”

Steve <3: “I’m glad I could do that for you. Why has work been a mess? :(“

You: “It’s just something Linda said, I’ll tell you when you’re here tomorrow. I can’t wait until you’re back.”

Steve <3: “trust me, doll, I can’t wait, either. I miss you so much.”

You: “I miss you too <3 my break is over, mind if I call you when I get off?”

Steve <3: “nothing would make me happier. Good luck with the rest of your shift. I love you, (Y/N).”

You: “I love you too, Steve.”

You lock your phone back up, going back behind the counter. Thank God I only have 45 minutes left in this hellhole. You only have two customers the during the remainder of your shift, trying not to fall asleep when it’s slow. Why is a coffee shop open till 9 on a Saturday, anyway? Who even gets coffee this late? Pretty sure most people are partying or home Netflix and chilling. 

The clock on the wall says 9:00, and you groan as you run to the break room and hang up your apron. You get your purse and phone out of your locker, walking back toward the front door and calling Steve as you get outside.

Steve picks up, “hey, doll, did you just get off work?”

“Yeah, it was a long shift.” You yawn as you start to walk down the street toward your apartment, “and I wish you were here, I don’t like walking home alone at night.”

He sighs, “I know. I’m sorry, babe, but I’ll be back sooner than you know.”

“It’s okay, I got back safely.” You turn into the walkway of your apartment complex, seeing Steve standing in front of the door holding a bouquet of roses.

“Hey, beautiful.”

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