#nomad mcu

[starktonyx]

this bucky with this steve

[kijrbds]

they would be unstoppable together

[guardianjameslight]

Just posting this, for no reason.

Thank you, @imagitory

[mrfandomwars]

Steve Rogers is a firm believer of museums giving back the artefacts that they stole, not only because he genuinely believes people deserve to have their things back, but also because the Smithsonian refuses to give him back his shit, and if he doesn't get his family recipe book, his mother's jacket and his father's hat, god willing he will-

[arathejedi394]

that meme of bucky with the twitter post saying "the winter soldier having flashbacks of gay sex and not knowing why"

“I think I’m gay,” Bucky announces abruptly.

Sam chokes on his beer. Bucky claps him on the back, looking pensively into the dark water. Sam gets a breath, then clears his throat several times before licking his lips.

“What makes you say that?” he asks casually.

“I remember having gay sex,” Bucky answers ponderously. “A lot.”

"A lot?" Sam repeats, now bewildered.

Bucky just nods slowly, his gaze distant. Sam blinks several times, wondering what the hell he's imagining.

“With who?” he demands, looking at him with eyebrows high on his forehead.

Bucky just frowns. “I don’t know. A couple of guys. A big one and a little one.”

Sam looks out at the water, too, mouthing under his breath about how fucking stupid this man can get. Then takes Bucky’s cigarette and drags on it. Bucky snatches it back.

“You’re not a super soldier,” he snaps. “No smoking, kid.”

“Sorry,” Sam replies. “I mean, about – About not remembering… Hm… Oof. That’s, uh, that’s rough, buddy.” He claps Bucky on the shoulder, glancing over his shoulder with a grimace for their friend, the one who was little but now is big and is now retired so he can paint large blue watercolors of some vague masculine figure over and over again, that friend. He faces the water again and blows out his breath. Idiots. Jesus Christ man.

Bucky sighs, wistful, then drags on the cigarette himself. The boat rocks behind them.

“Did I hear you say you remember having gay sex?” Steve calls from behind them.

Bucky glances over his shoulder at him. “Yeah,” he says, nodding. “You know anything about that?”

Sam looks at Steve, raising his eyebrows. Steve’s lower lip wobbles for a second and then he just smiles.

“I’m sure you’ll remember,” he then says quietly.

Bucky nods, turning back. Sam drops his jaw at Steve, who just lowers his gaze and sits down on a bench, hands in his lap and head down. Like a kicked puppy. Sam blusters, half gesturing between the two of them, but Steve shoots him a glare and Bucky doesn't notice. Sam looks between the two of them for over a minute, just watching these two idiots standing five feet apart because they’re not gay.

“Okay,” Sam declares, “that’s it! I’ve had it up to HERE with the homoerotic tension on this boat!”

Bucky looks up, frowning. Steve jerks his head up, too, his eyes wide. Sam points with both hands at Steve, but looks at Bucky.

“He knows somethin’ about you being gay for sure!” he snaps. “Frankly, I think he knows more about it than you do! Double frankly! I know that for a mothafuckin' fact!”

Bucky opens his mouth, looking bewildered, then glances between Steve and Sam. “Huh?”

Sam slaps himself in the face with the hand not holding his beer. Bucky frowns at Steve. Steve blushes and looks towards the stern of the boat. Bucky suddenly gasps, jerking a hand up to point.

“I fucked you!” he shouts.

Steve blushes harder, bright red behind his beard, as he look down into his lap, then he nods, seeming speechless.

Sam smacks himself on the forehead again, making a face at their stupidity. Then Bucky shoves his cigarette back into his hand, and he storms right up to Steve and hauls him off the bench by the back of his shirt. Steve squeaks adorably for a man of his large size, but Bucky starts dragging him off the boat.

“Okay?” Sam calls after them as Steve stumbles to keep up with Bucky. “Bye, I guess?”

“Thanks!” Bucky shouts over his shoulder.

“What’s going on?” Steve says.

“I’m fucking your face in that alley over there, sweetheart,” Bucky announces. "Then I'm coming all over your beard."

“I did not need to hear that!” Sam shouts back. “Didn’t need to hear that! I expect to be both of y’all’s best man at your wedding! And the officiant! And I’mma give both of y’all away, too!” He turns, then pivots, jabbing his finger in their direction. “And it better be a destination wedding, gay ass dumbasses! I wanna go to Bali!”

Steve waves his middle finger behind him as he skips, eagerly, along behind Bucky down the pier. Sam shakes his head, turns, and puffs on the cigarette again.

“Gay ass dumbasses,” he mutters, “one looks over, the other’s already looking away. My ass.”

[igotatasteforoldermendelrey]

Caring for you.

Pictures from contemploren (Bucky) and sydXgoldenhabit (Steve) on Pinterest.

A/N : Hi guys ! I love Stucky, like really I love them. I got this idea last week and was like why not write it. Hope you will like it!

English is not my first language, you might find mistakes in there.

Ship : Stucky x reader

Summary : you came back to the compound with an injury you hide to Steve and Bucky, not wanting to worry them. But when you can’t do simple things you have to face the fact that you might need help. How will the two super soldiers react when you tell them?

Warnings : non specified relationships (either friends or more, you decide), injury (bruise), swearing, intimacy (platonic), feelings, crying, lie, mention of being beaten up.

Let me know if I forgot something.

I do not consent to any of my work to be translated or posted anywhere else without my permission.

Banners made on Pinterest.

You knew they were going to kill you. As soon as they will see the bruise colouring your ribs a dark shade of blue and purple, they were going to annihilate you.

It all started when you were sent on a mission alone, much to Steve and Bucky protests. Fury insisted on you going alone to not raise too much attention on the whole operation. So you went. And everything went smoothly except for the part where two men beat you up right before you made sure they couldn’t raise their hands on a woman ever again. So here you were, clutching your right side in your hand, trying to walk as naturally as possible while a throbbing pain shook you every time you moved. You refused the medical examination after you came home to the compound, knowing that the two men were going to be immediately alerted of your state.

It wasn’t that bad. Sure it hurt like a bitch and you wanted to fucking scream at everyone staring at you strangely, but other than that everything was just fine. Until it wasn’t.

The two of them were overprotective of you, always making sure you were safe, ready to fight anyone that would try to hurt you. Even in mission, they pushed you in the back so you wouldn’t get shot or hurt in a fight. They both knew you were capable of defending yourself or taking care of yourself, but they wanted to do it. So when they saw you walking in the kitchen, a frown on your face and a weird way of walking they knew something was off.

Doll? Are you ok? What happened? Bucky asked, coming closer and frowning when you stepped back.

I’m fine, just tired. You replied, keeping your voice steady.

Bucky looked back at Steve who was already looking at him with a frown. They knew better than to push you to tell them what was wrong, so they let it go, just staying around you in case you wanted to talk.

You didn’t want to talk, the pain you felt as if a knife stabbed your skin every time you moved made you want to throw up. You knew they were both staring at you, analysing every of your moves if only to get a clue that might explain your comportment. They couldn’t put their fingers on what was happening but still tried, too hard maybe because none of them heard you ask them a question.

Guys? Are you listening to me? You called out, a jar of pickles you couldn’t open in your hands.

Sorry what, doll? Steve asked, blinking at you.

Can you help me open that? You asked him again, holding out the jar.

You cannot open a jar of pickles. Bucky intervened, narrowing his eyes at you.

The truth is you couldn’t get to open it because the movement alone send a throbbing pain in you spine.

I wouldn’t ask you either way. You replied rolling slightly your eyes.

What’s up with the attitude? The super soldier shot back.

Don’t start Bucky. I’m not in the mood. You warned him, taking back the jar Steve was holding back to you.

Why?

Because I just came home from a long ass mission and I have this fucking- You cut yourself short, almost spilling the truth.

And you have what? Steve replied, raising his brows.

And I have this fucking urge to go to bed. Good night assholes. You said, the noise of the jar of pickles on the counter almost making you jump.

You left the kitchen without even looking back at them. Walking fast so that they couldn’t call you back and see the glimpse of tears in your eyes. Walking in the elevator, you let your back hit the wall and take a deep breath. You knew it was shitty to not tell them what was wrong but you really didn’t want them to be worried or on your back until you healed.

The last time you got wounded, they had strictly forbidden you to do any sort of training or work while you only had a broken leg. Even filling reports. And yet you understood why they acted like that. Both fearing of losing someone they deeply cared about again. It was all linked to trauma of their past. That’s why it never really bothered you and if it did you would have tell them to slow down.

The ding of the elevator ripped you out of your thoughts, signalling you were at your floor. You took a deep breath before pushing you off the wall with a wince and walking to your room. Knowing your body needed a shower, you took of the grey sweater and jogging your threw on in the Quinjet because of the state of your tactic suit.

When you saw your reflection in the mirror you gasped, the bruise had extended from the bottom of your armpit to the top of your waist. You hadn’t it was that bad, sure the pain was worsening but you put that on the fact that your adrenaline was back to normal. Even worse, you couldn’t move you right arm, the pain too strong.

A knock on the door cut the silence, two voices behind it. You swore, putting back on the clothes you had before walking to the door and opening it.

Doll? We wanted to apologise for being like that downstairs.

Yes, we know sometimes we can be a bit too much on your back. We’re just worried about you.

And we promise we’re going to slow down a bit. But we just really want you to know that we’re not acting like because we think you’re not capable of taking care of yourself or-

Or that you’re bad at you job. Bucky interrupted his friend. Hell no you’re excellent. We just want to be there for you.

They hadn’t realised you were crying but when they did, sobs were fully coming out of you.

Hey, what’s going on, Honey? Steve exclaimed putting one of his hand your shoulder.

You shook your head, turning around and walking inside of your bedroom, the two them following you and Bucky closing the door.

I lied to you guys.

What do you mean?

When I said I was fine. I had a problem with two men during the mission, they kinda… beat me up. Yes I took care of them. And I have this gigantic bruise on my right side. I fucking can’t take a shower without getting lightheaded from the pain. You cried out, wiping the tears away with your left hand.

The fatigue got to you, lowering your guard. Their heart broke when they realised the state you were in, not having understood before that your defensiveness was coming from the fact you were in pain, not because of how they were acting.

Bucky was the first to reach out to you. Taking your left hand in his, the movement of his thumb on the back of it soothing you.

Can we take a look? He asked softly, his eyes fixated on yours. When you nodded, gently raised your sweater so that they could see the extent of the damage. Fuck doll, you should have gone to the medical staff.

I didn’t want to, still don’t.

Ok, here is what we’re going to do. Steve is going to go get an ice pack to put on the bruise while I’m going to help you get in the bath tub. If you’re ok with that. He added, making sure you knew you could say no.

You nodded, too tired to care about who was going to see you in this state. Steve left, promising to come back quickly, while Bucky gently get you in his arm to the bathroom. He then sat you on the sink, pushing back your hair from your forehead. He turned on the faucet to warm the water and then returned in front of you. He helped you out of your sweater, asking you if it was ok every times he moved. When your jogging was off, leaving you in your underwear, he helped you in the bathtub, making sure the water was warm enough without burning your skin.

Bucky gently helped you wash off the day, the mission and the blood your skin gathered, making sure you were still awake. He carried you out of the tub, wrapping a towel around your body. When you sat down on the border of the tub, he left the room to get you something to wear. The super soldier came back after a few minutes with a change of clothes in his hands. He first helped you in a long shirt, falling on your knees before helping you get your bra off, the shirt making a barrier so that you wouldn’t feel uncomfortable. Bucky came out of the bathroom to leave you the time change of underwear before coming back inside you called out his name.

After you were dressed, the super soldier helped you walk back to your bedroom where Steve was sat on your bed, ice pack besides him. He smiled up at you softly, looking at your face and at the dark circles under your eyes. He took Bucky’s place and helped you to your bed, laying you down and putting the sheets on you.

Bucky sat down on the other side, the pack of ice wrapped in a towel so the cold won’t burn your skin and handing it to you. You sighed of relief when you felt the cold on the bruise, closing your eyes and letting your body relax.

Do you think she can takes pain meds? Bucky asked to Steve.

I don’t know, have you eaten since you came back?

A pickle.

The two men laughed. Yeah that’s definitely not enough, honey. Do you want something in particular?

Just kill me already. You whined, closing your eyes tighter.

We will do that when you’re feeling better.

Baby come on… Bucky sighed, grabbing your calf through the sheets.

Stay here, I’m gonna go see what’s left in the fridge. Steve said when he got up.

I didn’t take you for a thief. That’s not good for your reputation Rogers.

It will be even worse for my reputation when I’m going to make your run a hundred times around the lake. He replied before leaving the room.

You were left alone with Bucky who was still staring at you.

Why didn’t you tell us? He asked.

Because I didn’t want you to go all super soldier for me. Like… I love it when you do it, I do. But I cannot keep counting on you, you won’t always be here.

Sweetheart… I think I can speak for Steve too when I say that we really count to be there for you as long as you will let us. There is nothing you can do that will change that. I mean unless you join Hydra of course. Bucky said, coming up the bed to sit beside you.

You slightly laughed at but when you did, the pain came back full force. Fuck.

Sorry, I probably shouldn’t make you laugh.

That’s alright it’s what I get for not paying attention to my surroundings.

What happened?

I was trying to get a man to talk, like Fury asked. But I fucking didn’t see the other two behind me and they… didn’t like the fact that I kinda beat their friend.

They surely didn’t go kindly on you.

Here I am, I took everything I could. Tony might lecture me about the fact that I took his donuts but I don’t care. Steve said when he came back, arms full of divers dishes.

The three of you ate, Bucky and Steve animating the conversation so that you could relax even more. After a while, you felt the fatigue getting to you, and lay your head on Steve’s shoulder. He let you and even sat back against your headboard so that you could be more comfortable. You passed out before you could even say thank you.

~~~~

She look so peaceful. Bucky said, watching you.

I know right. Steve answered, looking over at your head laying on his shoulder. And yet she still can’t accept people care for her.

It’s in her head, Steve. She has been confronted to that her whole life. It takes time. I know that well.

Yeah you’re right. But it makes me so angry to see her like that. She didn’t even come to see us while she was in pain.

Her brain has to understand this is real. Bucky answered, putting his hand on Steve knees. But we will make sure it does. You did it for me.

And I will do it again for her.

[rogersideup]

I'd like to drop a prompt:

The avengers have a night off in Las Vegas after a mission. Thor makes sure Cap has his fair share of Asgardian liquor so Steve ends up drunk and wanders off alone. He meets our dear reader who just got dumped by her friend group and is equally drunk. They hit it off and decide to get married. The next morning both of them are confused but decide to make it work as memories of the night before come back to them. (Surprise surprise dear reader is from New York too)

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Steve Rogers X Reader

Masterlist

Summary: Steve gets himself into some trouble while having a night off in the city of sin.

Word Count: 4,717

Warning: My blog is 18+ only. All minors or blogs without an age in bio will be blocked. Minors DNI.

"Miss?"

Flashing lights separated and splayed through the drying tears in your watery eyes, music and ringing from hundreds of slot machines overstimulated your senses as you simultaneously pulled your dress up and down in different places.

"Excuse me miss? Can I get you something to drink?"

Coming back to your senses, you turned around to face the bartender. "Yeah, uh..." really, you tried your hardest to think of something, literally anything to help move along the buzz you were already riding but no proper words made it to your brain. "Sorry. I'm not sure what I want. Can you just make it strong and fruity?"

"Sure thing." The bartender agreed, already grabbing bottles off the shelf.

Watching him masterfully work helped you zone out and relieved all of your overwhelmed senses. Pouring, shaking, more pouring, a garnish, then a fruity elixir of a bunch of liquids you most definitely could not pronounce was placed right in front of you atop a cocktail napkin. Not a single drop was spilled, even the ice was perfect.

Reaching into your purse, you handed the bartender your card and shouted to try and compete with the volume of drunken gamblers and rolling dice. "You can close the tab."

"Don't worry about it. This one's on the house, you look like you need it." He kindly denied your form of payment.

You chuckled to yourself. "That bad, huh?"

"No, but I know a sad chick when I see one." He noted. "Happens pretty often in Vegas."

"Well, thank you, I appreciate it." You raised the glass. "Cheers to you and all the bartenders making the world go round."

"Amen to that" He smiled before walking off to serve yet another drunken customer.

You sat at the bar on a little leather stool fully contemplating how you ended up in this situation as you looked out into the hotel casino and nursed your drink. It didn't take long for you to realize that the Vegas bartenders didn't take the word strong as a joke. Because every sip stung your throat and swirled your thoughts around in slow motion.

The speed at which your thoughts came at you didn't help the fact that every single one of them revolved around nothing but yourself.

What were you going to do now? Where should you go from here?

Drinking wasn't the answer, but not drinking wasn't the solution. Finding shelter in the Caesars Palace hotel was a good enough temporary fix to your problems, so you ignored that you were on the complete opposite side of the Las Vegas strip that you actually needed to be on.

However, getting to your hotel on the complete opposite side was the problem. Your shitty friends completely ditched you, or maybe you ditched them. The details were all so unclear, but the fact was they were all making stupid choices and you couldn't stand to stick around long enough to see the end results of them.

But now you were all done up in high heels and a small little dress in a city you had never been in before, notorious for sex, drugs and alcohol. Luckily, pepper spray in your purse and a back pocket full of self defense techniques that have been drilled into your head ever since you were a little girl were amongst some of the better choices you made tonight.

Then came along all of the dumber choices you would make tonight in the form of yet another fruity drink, and a tall, blonde man looking painfully confused at the roulette table right in front of you.

He was tall and broad, even more handsome than the massive statues of Roman men all around the hotel. But much like the statues around you, he looked like he was carved from marble. The muscles you could see sculpted through his suit jacket could've only been a result of a piece of fine art.

It was easy to pick up his wholesome sweetness behind his big blue eyes, that also did a lot to tell you how drunk the man was. He towered over the table and watched a few rounds, trying his hardest to understand what was happening. Much like him, you watched the ball spin round and round before landing in a slot.

Some of the players would moan and groan at their fate, while others would cheer happily and exchange loud laughter and high-fives.

Mesmerized by the game, you missed the glances the blonde man snuck of you. He really couldn't help it though. His friends had left him all alone while his capacity to make good decisions was at an all time low, and you were just so pretty and maybe a bit sad.

Another round was about to start, so the dealer started taking bets. Everyone around the table started placing their chips on a color and number, and the blonde was still confused.

He looked around again before his eyes met yours, and a stupid invasive smile smeared across your lips. When he noticed your friendly demeanor, he took a few stumbles over to you.

"Do you have any idea how to play this?" The man asked you.

Now you could smell the expensive yet deliciously pleasant cologne he was wearing, and you could take in all the details of his black suit.

Giggling at his cluelessness, you swallowed down the sip of cocktail in your mouth. "I do. Would you like some help?"

"I'm assuming you have to guess if the ball lands on red or black?" He asked as his lopsided smile and squinted eyes told you everything you needed to know about his sobriety... or lack there of.

"That's exactly it, good job." You nodded. "But you can also guess the number, or a group of numbers it'll land on. The payout at the end is based on how accurate your bet is."

"So what should I bet?" He asked you, having already built a strong sense of trust for you in the few minutes he had been observing.

"Oh no, that's not up to me." You shook your head before taking another sip of your drink. "You gotta trust your own gut."

The man's eyes darted around the table once more before his arms motioned to it. "But look around! All of these men have pretty girls telling them what to do, and that's why they're all winning money. You guys are so much smarter than us, and I'm alone so I need you to tell me. Red or black."

Usually, a statement like that from a man like him would have you rolling your eyes and cutting the conversation short. However, either your gut or the alcohol was telling you that he wasn't an asshole.

For some reason, you felt calm and comfortable in his presence all while being unable to wipe the dumb smile off your face. Something about his hair that was once perfectly styled now being a little jostled, and the twinge of pink in his cheeks made him seem so distantly familiar.

"Well thank you for that backhanded compliment." You laughed. "I think you should bet red."

He nodded, trusting your opinion far more than he trusted himself. "Should I place a more specific bet too?"

You thought for a moment, but you were in Vegas so... fuck it. "Yeah. Give me your chip"

The man happily placed the roulette chip into your hand, you stood up in one big sweep and started walking away from the bar. "Woah, don't leave your drink!"

Pleasantly surprised that he had your best interest in mind, you mumbled out a statement of gratitude as he handed the glass to you too. Approaching the table, looked at it for a few moments and tried your hardest to contemplate the best number to place a bet on, but once again no rational thoughts occupied the empty spaces of your brain.

So, you threw the chip on your favorite number, lucky 25.

"There ya go!" You used your free hand to pat the man's shoulder. "Good luck, Blondie."

"What happens if I win?" He asked you, smiling as you let your hand linger. Even with your highest heels on, you were nowhere near as tall as him.

"Then it's your lucky day, and you'll get a shit ton of money." You giggled at his question.

"And if I lose?"

"Then you're unlucky and you're about to lose some money." You snorted.

"That's not going to happen, you're my good luck charm." He declared.

"I don't think anything about my night tonight is radiating lucky energy, so I doubt that."

"What? No way! I feel like I've been the luckiest guy in the whole world today, so maybe I'm your good luck charm."

"I guess we will let the roulette wheel speak the truth of the universe tonight." You shrugged.

"Should we place our own bets on the bet?" The man asked.

"Like what?" You questioned, hoping this wasn't the moment the sweet stranger turned weird and pervy.

"I think if I lose I should probably call it a night and go back to my room because this is the drunkest I've been in probably 80 years." He stated. However, his words flew over your head figuring his drunken words were exaggerated, and you found yourself to be a little sad that your time with the stranger would be cut short so soon.

"I think if you win, you should stay out for a little while and have another drink with me." You smiled, going way out of your own comfort zone.

If you were sober, or maybe even drunk in a bar anywhere other than Las Vegas, you would've been caught dead before being caught to be so bold. But he was pulling you in faster than you've ever felt, and something about him felt so natural and warm.

"Deal." He agreed.

"Look, they're about to spin the wheel." You pointed at the table.

The dealer spun the wheel, and the ball was moving so fast that you could barely even follow it. Even as it slowed down and started to tease each individual slot, the motion of following the sphere going round and round was quite honestly making you a bit dizzy, so you squeezed your eyes shut in anticipation.

"No way." The blonde stated. "No fucking way!"

His arm wrapped around you from behind and his big warm hands very gently shook the tops of your arms. "Look! It's on red! I can't see the number, but it's on red!"

You giggled and tried your best to keep your balance as he shook you around. When you opened your eyes you could see that the drink in your hand was sloshing around and spilling over onto the impeccably maintained carpet beneath your feet. But the loss of some of your drink was a small price to pay when the dealer picked the ball up out of the wheel and announced "25 Red!"

Simultaneously, you and Blondie let out little screeches in surprise and joy when you realized you had actually placed a winning bet. In all your years on this planet, nothing like this had ever happened to you. You never even won $5 on a penny slot, let alone a fat wad of cash that was being placed into the man's hands.

After the cheering celebration and laughter died down, he turned to you. "See! I knew you were lucky!"

"You trusted your intuition, and you won!" You noted with a smile so big and long lasting it was starting to make your cheeks sore. "Good job."

"Here! This is yours." He placed the wad of cash in your hands.

"What? No. You bet your own money, it's yours." Not being able to accept it, especially when you saw it was all $100 bills.

"No it's yours! You placed the winning bet, you knew the magic number so I want you to have it." He explained kindly. "You said nothing about your night was lucky, so consider this your sign from the universe."

"I can't just accept all of this money from a complete stranger." You denied once more. "You're very sweet, I would feel so guilty taking this from you."

"Fine, if you can't accept the money for yourself, how about we go spend it together?" He offered. "I owe you another drink anyways, then after that the Las Vegas strip is our oyster!"

"That's a little better" You agreed with a smile. "I'm sorry, I didn't even get your name."

"O-oh!" The man seemed to be taken back by that statement for a second. A look of momentary confusion furrowed his eyebrows before a happy smile returned to his kind face. "Sorry, I'm Steve!"

You made a small mental note of his initial shock that you asked for his name, but your drunken brain didn't hold onto that for very long.

"Alright Steve, here's the plan." You rocked up on your tippy toes and kept yourself braced with a steady hand on his solid shoulder so he could hear you better in the loud and chaotic environment. "Half my drink just ended up on the floor when you won, so I'm going to order another one. Then after that, I somehow need to end the night at my hotel on the complete opposite end of the strip without getting taken or murdered. So if we can somehow make it from here to there while blowing through that money you just won, then I'd be more than happy to help you spend it."

Steve's eyes went wide in concern at your statement. "Where are you staying?"

You narrowed your eyes at him. "My gut is telling me not to tell a strange man where I'm staying."

"Smart girl, but I'm not letting you walk down the strip alone at night. The people here are crazy." He challenged. "No funny business. Pinky promise."

Steve raised his pinky for you with a genuine look of promise and concern on his face. "Do people often trust you to get them to safety?"

His cheeks turned pinker, and he let out an adorable giggle. "Yeah, I think most people find me to be very trustworthy."

"No funny business." You lifted your hand and wrapped your pinky around his with a quick handshake. "I'm staying at New York, New York."

"Oh wow, we have a long way to go with lots of chances to blow through that stack." He smiled. "What are you drinking? I'll order you another one."

"Honestly, I have no idea." You admitted, smile coming back to your face.

"Okay great! That helps me a lot" The blonde laughed.

"Excuse me" You politely flagged down the bartender. The same one from earlier coming back, you showed him your glass. "Can I get another one of these please? And whatever he wants?"

You looked to Steve who looked between you and the bartender. "Just two waters please."

"Sure thing." The bartender agreed.

"What? You're not going to have a drink?" You questioned.

He pulled a copper flask out of the pocket on the inside of his suit jacket. "I'll drink more, but this is stronger."

"Oh, nothing here is strong enough for you?" You raised a brow, your smile growing just as lopsided as his.

"Nope. This stuff is special, it comes straight from another realm."

Laughing at his joke, as you handed the bartender cash straight from the wad Steve gave you. "That's funny, because I hope this is strong enough to make me feel like I'm no longer in this realm, so cheers to that!"

You and Steve sat at that bar for a solid two hours as conversation topics flew at the two of you unexpectedly fast. Each one new topic was short lived as an enthusiastic response would happily slip off one of your tongues, so excited that the two of you had so much in common.

Then, Steve decided to start the shopping spree. He offered you a hand to help you off the stool, which quickly turned into a protective arm around you, or ushering you the entirety of your time together. He knew that the men on the Vegas strip were pigs, but he underestimated how bad it really was.

But the cat calls, whistles, and lingering eyes were drowned out by the city sounds and the big flashing marquee lights that littered the sides of every building you passed. It was just as mesmerizing as the night before, skipping down the streets in a drunken haze with your best friends.

Now you were mesmerized by not only sin city, but the mysterious man you were following around as if you'd known him your whole life.

With a sense of childlike wonder the two of you ended up in silly places like the M&M's store, and the Coca-Cola store, but you also ventured into more classy designer establishments where you convinced him to buy a lovely new belt at Louis Vuitton.

It looked good, he looked good. You had to work really hard to contain the drool in your mouth as you watched him take off his old belt to replace it with the new one.

He tried to buy you a new bag, but once again you were being stubborn and were having a hard time accepting such a generous offer.

So, you suggested another drink. Just one more.

More sitting and chatting with Steve, you swallowed down the liquid in your cup while he shot the rest of the liquid in his flask.

That last drink was the worst of your poor decision making that night, or so you thought.

Because the last memory you had was sitting at that bar and really admiring him.

The alcohol had turned his cheeks and the tip of his nose a rosy pink color that somehow made his blue eyes shine even brighter, and add to the wholesome energy you felt radiating from him.

Sweet, silly, carefree, handsome, safe.

Then, you woke up.

Slowly at first. Your eyes opened and the dull pounding at the back of your skull wasn't nearly at bad as you deserved. The air conditioning did wonders keeping you comfortable, the light peaked through the black out curtains, and your belongings scattered across the room confirmed that you were definitely in the right place.

You looked around more. M&m's bag, Louis Vuitton bag... Converse bag? You didn't remember buying shoes. Wait... how did you get here?

Only then did you wake up FAST. You sat up, and your heart pounded as you realized that Blondie was in your bed. The sudden movement made your head pound even harder, but the good news was that he was fully clothed and was sleeping above the covers.

You were also asleep and fully clothed, but both of you were in different clothes than you had on last night. That's probably what those shopping bags in the corner were...

Carefully rolling out of bed to try and make yourself somewhat presentable and aid along trying to process what happened last night, you walked into the bathroom.

Wash your face, brush your teeth, fix your hair.

By the time you came out, Blondie was sitting up in bed with his legs on the floor, shooting you an apologetic look. He was apprehensive, scared to gauge how sick and unenthusiastic you would be by his presence this morning.

"Good morning." He said quietly, voice deep and raspy from inhaling the dry air and residual cigarette smoke.

"Morning." You tried to be polite, clutching the side of your head. "What happened? How did we- how did any of this-"

"Nothing happened." Steve reassured you. "I would never take advantage-"

"Okay, okay." You nodded slowly, feeling slightly relieved. "Advil. I have Advil."

Waking over to the table in the hotel room, you grabbed the bottle of painkillers and a water. You opened both and popped two little pills in your mouth, washing them down with water.

"I'm sorry, I don't remember much either. It's been a really long time since I've gotten drunk. This is really out of the ordinary for me." He explained.

"I guess we're on the same boat then." You agreed with him before a couple pieces of paper catch your eye.

"I guess I should probably go?" Steve stated, but it was more of a question. This was the first time he ever found himself waking up next to a stranger.

"No, you stay right there." You insisted frantically, picking up the piece of paper.

Certificate of marriage.

Your name signed at the bottom next to another signature that read Steven G Rogers.

Your heart sank to the pit of your stomach.

You studied the signature, looked at his face, looked at the signature, then his face again.

In the table, there was a picture of the two of you kissing. Him in his suit, you in the dress you wore last night but also a veil.

"Oh my god" You exclaimed, so much information to process.

"What?" Steve questioned, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Oh my god!" You pinched the bridge of your nose and took a deep breath.

"What happened?"

"You didn't tell me..." You puffed out a breath, then an unexpected giggle left your throat. Of course, this would happen to you the one time in your life you didn't behave like a perfect angel. "Captain America?"

"Oh... Guilty?" Steve's shoulders sunk. "I introduced myself, no?"

"As Steve." You exaggerated.

"Yeah, I'm Steve." He agreed.

"Well, at least I was safe." Finding the benefit of the doubt. "Do you remember getting married last night, Steve?"

You passed the paper and the picture to him, and his face contorted into an expression you couldn't quite read. "...wow."

"Wow?" You questioned. "I unknowingly married Captain America last night and all you have for me is wow?"

"Holy shit." Steve looked up at you.

"That's better." You nodded.

"You don't look panicked" Steve noted.

"I'm not panicked because at least you're a superhero." You explained. "That counts for something right? Like people won't think I'm totally inane for marrying a stranger when they find out it's Captain America? And like... a superhero means you have people who come and clean up after you right? Someone can fix this right?"

You watched the gears turn in his head. "... I have to call Tony."

Tony. Who's Tony? Think. Superhero, avengers, Steve, Captain America. Tony... IRON MAN.

"Stark?" Your eyebrows raised. Steve nodded, pulling out his phone. "Now I'm freaking out. I'm really freaking out."

"It's okay, give me a second." Steve said calmly.

You nodded, the remembered you should check your phone too. As he spoke quietly to Tony, you looked around for your phone before finding it on the night stand, flooded with dozens of missed calls and texts from friends wondering where you were. You quickly sent off a text in a group chat saying you'd explain later, and that you were okay.

Eventually Steve ended the call. "He said he'll be here in a minute or two."

"Oh, okay great." You said exaggerating your nonchalance. "No biggie. Iron man coming over to read my marriage certificate to Captain America."

Steve giggled at the ridiculousness of the situation. "My mother would be over the moon to find out I'm married."

"My mom might have me 6 feet in a grave if she ever finds out about this." You sat back down on the bed next to him.

"When do you leave Vegas?" Steve questioned.

"My flight is at nine tonight. What about you?"

"Flying home at six thirty." He informed you. "Where do you live?"

"New York" You said simply. "Queens."

"We both live in New York and we’re staying in a New York themed hotel? What a small world." Steve noted. "Maybe we don't have to fit in a divorce before this evening."

"I mean... you are very handsome so I definitely wouldn't mind staying married to you for a few days until we get this figured out." You grinned.

A small blush stippled his cheeks at your compliment. “You’re so pretty I would’ve never had the courage to talk to you if I wasn’t drunk.”

Just like him, you blushed at his admission, and giggled at his words. “This doesn’t feel like real life.”

“Maybe I should’ve gotten you a ring instead of whatever the hell we bought last night.” Steve thought.

You looked down at your left hand, and sure enough, there was a pretty ring on your finger. You lifted it up to show him. “Looks like you were two steps ahead of yourself”

“Oh, good.” He chuckled. “At least there’s that.”

Then, there was a knock at the door.

You looked at Steve with wide eyes and nervousness building up in your tummy at the thought of being in the same room with one third of the Avengers.

“I’ll get it” He reassured you, standing up to answer the door.

Before you knew it, Tony Stark confidently barreled into the room. Firing some teasing words at Steve, you knew the poor guy would never hear the end of it.

“Oh look, here she is!” Tony announced.

“Nice to meet you Mr. Stark.” You shook his hand.

“Trust me, the pleasure is all mine Mrs. Rogers.” He smiled.

“Tony” Steve warned with a glare.

“Where’s the paper work?” Tony asked.

You quickly handed him the picture and the signed document that was on the table. Steve stood right next to you as you both watched him read over it, and evaluate the legitimacy.

Tony took out his phone snapped a few pictures, and made a weird face. Nervously, you his your face in Steve’s arm and he instinctively rubbed your back to comfort you.

Then, Tony started laughing. “Rogers you’re an idiot.”

“I’m aware, but what’s so funny?” Steve complained.

“It’s fake.” Tony said.

“What?” Your head popped up.

“Little white chapel, married by Elvis just for the gag type of thing. There’s no marriage license, it’s not a legal marriage.” He explained, handing you the papers back.

Both you and Steve let out a huge sigh of relief. “Maybe I’m not that much of an idiot after all.”

“No, you’re still stupid.” Tony denied. “Out of all the people in the world I would’ve never expected this from you, Cap.”

“This is Thor’s fault.” Steve pointed his finger.

You didn’t understand how the god of thunder had anything to do with this, but you had no mental capacity left to even ask.

“Yeah, well, it doesn’t matter. Just be on time for the flight home and stay out of trouble.” Tony told him. “Hope to see you around again soon, Mrs. Rogers.”

And just like that, he was out faster than he came in.

“I know Tony made it seem like everything is okay, but it’s not and I have a giant mess to clean up with the team.” Steve explained to you.

“Yeah, I’d assume so.” You smiled.

“Which means I really should go.” He let you down. “But regardless of this fiasco, and from what I do remember, I had a lot of fun with you last night. Would you want to exchange phone numbers and maybe hang out again when we get home?”

“I would love that, Steve.” You agreed.

He handed you his phone and you handed him yours. Both putting in your phone numbers and names before swapping them back.

At the same time, you both burst out laughing at the contact names.

Unplanned, he put his name as Husband, and you put yours as Wife.

“Ridiculous!” You laughed, walking him to the door.

“Maybe we really were meant to be.” Steve pondered.

“Maybe.” You agreed. “But in all seriousness, thank you for getting me home safe last night. I was really lucky to run into the right person at the right time.”

“Of course.” Steve grinned. “Travel safe, and let me know when you get home so we can set something up.”

“You got it.” Rocking up on your tippy toes, you kissed his cheek. “Have fun cleaning up that mess, Husband.”

“Don’t tell your Mom about this, Wife.”

You locked your lips and threw away the key. “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.”

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[averizz]

natasha romanoff in iron man 2 and steve rogers in infinity war. send tweet.

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

So,

I have a request.

I was thinking maybe Steve falls for a woman who is a lot like Madison from ZombieLand: Double-Tap. And she helps no-mad Steve hide from Interpol & they slowly fall in love.

Fell In Love In Hiding » Steve Rogers/Captain America

Pairings: Nomad Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Summary: You help Steve while he’s in hiding and you two end up falling in love.

Warnings: Fluff, language, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you for the request @disneyprincessbuffyannesummers 🩵

A/N #2: I’ve watched the end of ZombieLand: Double Tap the other day. I apologize if I get anything wrong.

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

Steve has been staying in the safe house not too far from you. You seen him one day at the local market. He wears a disguise any time he leaves the safe house. One day, you decided to approach him.

“Hi.” You say sweetly.

Steve turned around to see you standing behind him. Your jaw dropped when you recognized him as Captain America.

“Oh my god!” You whispered.

Steve put his finger against his lips, signaling for you to be quiet. You nodded. He led you to a less crowded part of the market.

“Can I help you?” Steve whispers.

“No, but I can help you.” You whispered back.

Steve frowns. What can you do to help him?

“How?” He asks.

“I heard you’re on the run.” You say.

Steve nods, confirming it.

“If you let me, I would like to help you hide.” You say.

“Hide where?” He asks.

“My house.” You say.

Steve thought about it for a moment. It would be better and a lot safer than the safe house he’s currently staying in.

“Ok. You can help me.” He gives him.

“Yay!” You say, accidentally too loud.

Steve quickly covered your mouth. You almost forgot that he told you to talk quietly a moment ago.

“Sorry.” You apologized, your voice muffled by his hand.

“It’s ok.” He says, uncovering your mouth.

You reached in your purse for a pen and piece of paper. You wrote down your address and gave him the piece of paper. Steve read the address written on the paper, noticing that it’s down the street from the safe house he’s currently staying in.

“See you later!” You smiled.

Steve watches you walk away. You looked over your shoulder to look at him and blew him a kiss, making him smile.

———

Steve has been staying with you for a while. He feels more safer at your house compared to his safety at the safe house. Besides him staying with you, you offered to help him in anyway you can, which he happily accepted.

“I did your laundry for you.” You say sweetly as you walked in the living room with a basket full of his clean clothes.

“Thank you, Y/N. You didn’t have to do that.” Steve says with a smile.

“I wanted to. I told you I’d help you in anyway you want.” You say.

You and Steve are getting to know each other still. One thing he already loves about you is how sweet you are. He also thinks you’re beautiful.

You took the basket full of Steve’s clean clothes to the bedroom he’s staying in and put it on his bed. You then went back to the living room and sat down on the couch next to him, facing him.

“Can I ask you a question?” You asked.

“Sure.” Steve replies.

“I know you’re on the run, but why?” You asked curiously.

Steve sighs before answering your question.

“Promise you won’t tell anyone?” He asks.

“My lips are sealed!” You say, playfully zipping your lips and throwing away the key.

“I was helping my best friend. He was set up to make it look like he killed somebody, but he didn’t. It basically turned into a war and it feels like I lost a friend in the end.” He tells you.

Steve looks down, remembering the fight between him and Tony when he was helping Bucky. You gently grabbed ahold of his hand as a way of comforting him. He looked at you to see a look of sympathy on your face.

“If that friend you feel like you lost doesn’t come around, you have another friend to back you up whenever you need it.” You say softly and sweetly.

“You’d do that for me?” Steve asks.

“Of course! I like to think of us as friends if that’s ok with you.” You say.

“It’s more than ok.” He almost whispers.

You leaned over and gave him a hug, making him smile. Steve felt a warmth in his heart. A different kind of warmth. A warmth where he’s beginning to fall in love with you. For now, he’s going to keep it to himself. He doesn’t want to accidentally scare you away or anything.

———

You’ve been helping Steve hide for the past few months while he’s on the run. Steve has even more feelings for you. Everything you do for him gives him more reasons to fall in love with you more everyday. Like right now, you’re making a homemade dinner for Steve as a sweet and nice gesture.

“What’re you making?” Steve asks curiously as he walks in the kitchen.

“Remember the other day when you told me that you don’t remember the last time you had a homemade meal?” You say, recalling his words from the other day.

Steve nods.

“I’m making you something homemade to make you feel like you’re at home while you’re on the run.” You say sweetly.

Steve’s heart skips a beat at how sweet you are. You making him a homemade dinner gave him another reason to love you.

“You’re so sweet.” Steve smiles.

“I am for you.” You say with a smile.

Out of nowhere, you leaned up and kissed him, catching Steve by surprise. He didn’t pull away or anything. He put his hands on your waist and pulled you closer to him. You wrapped your hands around his neck. You carded your fingers through his hair.

“We should stop, but we burn dinner.” Steve says breathlessly.

“But I don’t want to stop.” You pouted.

“Later. I promise.” He almost whispers.

“Ok!” You replied.

After dinner, Steve helped you wash the dishes. The thought of you kissing him before dinner lingered in his mind. Not that he minded it, he’s just curious to know why you kissed him.

“Why did you kiss me earlier?” Steve asks curiously.

“Cause you’re hot.” You replied.

Steve nearly dropped the plate he was drying when you said that.

“What?” He asks, making sure he heard you right.

“I said, you’re hot.” You say again.

Steve blinked. This is the first time a woman has ever called him hot.

“Besides, I didn’t hear you complaining when I kissed you.” You say.

Steve chuckles softly when you said that.

“Can I confess something to you?” Steve asks.

“You can tell me anything, Stevie.” You say sweetly.

“I wasn’t expecting to meet someone like you and fall in love while on the run. You make being on the run easier for me.” He confesses.

You smiled when he said that. You threw yourself at him and kissed him passionately. This time, Steve wasn’t caught off guard. He kissed you back immediately when you kissed him. He held onto your waist to ground him.

“Does this mean you’re in love with me?” You asked.

“Yes.” He replies.

“Good cause I’m in love with you too.” You say.

Steve smiles and kisses you softly. You two smiled against each other’s lips.

“I love you, sweetheart.” He says softly.

“I love you more, Stevie.” You almost whispered.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Lost 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of loss, grieving, death, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: nomad!Steve Rogers

Summary: You move into a shared flat and encounter a mysterious man.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

“And this is your room,” Muriel stops before a door along the short hallway. “You have a neighbour just across the hall, and two more on the other side of the kitchen.”

You nod. It isn’t an ideal situation. Not one you ever saw yourself in. But survival isn’t built for the fussy. There are many others like you. Those not so lucky, those who are dead. Many who never got the choice of a new home.

You keep your hand on your rolling bag, your other on your canvas knapsack. They’re full of items that aren’t your own. Second-hand clothes acquired from shelters and toiletries given out by the support workers. You’re on your own now.

“Anything else, dear?” Muriel asks to your silence.

“Thank you, Muriel,” you murmur.

She hands you the key and leaves. Before showing you your own space, she took you around those shared by the rest of her boarders. You suppose they’re your roommates now. A kitchen, two bathrooms, a front room with a tattered couch and old tube television. You’ll stick to your own four walls.

You slide the key in the slot, the metal grinding loudly. You hear a throat clear and peer towards the noise. The walls must be thin. You’re still alone. You let yourself into the room, pulling the door shut behind you. You flip the lock back into place before you shove your bags by the wall.

There’s a twin bed with a metal frame, a single night table, and a standing lamp. There’s also a shallow closet. It’s not much but you don’t need more than that. It’s good to have a roof over your head.

You sit on the lumpy mattress and the frame squeaks loudly. You stand up again and pace around. There isn’t too much room. It shouldn’t matter, you won’t need it. You’ll be out working and back to sleep again. You start tomorrow at the convenience shop.

You hear a thump and your head pops up. You can’t help but jump in your shoes. Ever since the city rained down around you, every bump, every sudden noise has you skittish. It’s nothing, only another boarder.

You go to your bag and unbuckle the flap. You pull out a can of beans and the pocket knife in the side pocket. You go back to the bed and sit, another shrill whine from the metal frame. You pull out the can open from the pocket knife and peel back the lid. On the same keychain is a small metal spork you use to scoop out the beans, eating them cold as your stomach growls hungrily.

You eat, bite by bite, staring at the wall, just beside the only window. It isn’t home. You don’t expect one of those. It’s just a place to live. To survive.

🚪

You take your toothbrush and your tube of toothpaste with you to the bathroom down the hall. It’s just across from the other bedroom on that side of the flat. The doorway is dark, beckoning you inside. You flip on the light and shut the door as you enter.

You turn on the tap and set to brushing your teeth. Such a basic and simple task but one you didn’t always have the chance to do. It’s almost soothing to feel the bristles in your mouth. It makes you feel almost normal.

You take your time as the mint flavour sticks to your tongue. You rinse your brush and flick off the excess water, sliding it back into the travel tube and capping the paste. You look at yourself in the mirror, not for long, just to make sure you still recognise you.

You clutch your things in one hand and flick the light off. You open the door and nearly shriek at the shadow waiting in the hall. You waver in the doorway as a tiny wisp escapes your throat. You blink as the dark silhouette stands with arms crossed in the dim hall.

“Didn’t mean to scare you,” the man says gruffly.

He's tall but mostly obscured. His hair wings out around his neck and his shoulders bulge broadly. You feel his eyes boring into you, as he can see through the darkness and you.

You dip your chin and sidle out, keeping your distance as you sidestep along the wall. You should apologise but your voice is buried deep down. You put your hand up in a show of deference.

“You done?” He asks.

You pause and look at the plaster across from you. You nod then turn your back to him completely. He must be the neighbour. You quickly shuffle to your room and hide behind the door. It’s much better than the shelter, you don’t have someone rolling into your sleeping bag, but still, you’re claustrophobic.

You mourn that most. The sense of privacy. Of personal space. Have a place that’s your own with people you know. People you love.

You toss your toothbrush and toothpaste onto the night table and huff as you sit on the bed. You frown and push your head back, trying to soothe the tightness between your shoulders. You blow out, breath rattling as your nose tingles.

You can never go back to Sokovia or how it was. You can only go forward and the road ahead is very lonely.

[bucketbarness]

marvel shows/movies that I would sell my soul for;

nomad steve adventures

pre war stucky

buckynat in hydra and red room etc

valkyrie; king of asgard

[natsgirl222]

physically, i’m in my dorm trying and failing to be productive and maybe (?!?) survive the semester. mentally, i’m in norway with nomad natasha romanoff.

[ivysos2001]

Hearing that Chris Evans is coming back to the mcu is really making me anticipate a similar announcement coming for Scarlett Johansson sooner or later purely bc I’m sure 6/6 ogs returning would be better than 5/6 and she’s the last one left to not either be still active in the mcu or have a return announced

* Also I’d be kinda pissed if they brought all the other ogs back for this movie and left her out bc they kinda have a tendency to leave out ‘the girl’ sometimes (still not over the fact that they used the soul stone plotline to chuck their two most important female characters/*the* female members of their two main teams off a cliff) (tho at least we got to see the guardians mourning gamora for more than two seconds)

[igotatasteforoldermendelrey]

Masterlist. 𖤓

I do not consent to any of my work to be translated or posted anywhere else without my permission

Angst : ★ Fluff : ♡︎

Marvel.

The hole that never closed. ★ Nomad!Steve Rogers x reader

Summary : it has been one year since Germany, since the team imploded and you were rejected by your friends for not taking sides. You were surprised to find Captain America himself at your doorstep begging for your help. Follow resentment and arguments and confessions.

Stuck here with you. ★ ♡︎ Bucky x former hydra agent reader

Summary : you find yourself stuck in the middle of Alaska after coming to retrieve a hard drive belonging to Hydra. Almost dying of hypothermia, Bucky, your nemesis, came to save your ass from a really shitty death. Follows a confrontation about your pasts.

The hating game. ★ ♡ Bucky x reader

Summary : Bucky and you hate each other. But when a mission lead the both of you to be suspended from field work, the hate you share seems to take another turn. Follows arguments and something else…

In the eye of the storm. ★ ♡Bucky x reader

Please read the TW.

Summary : It all happened so fast. One second you were standing in the corner of the room, staring at your teammates fighting agents, the next you were sitting on top of an agent, beating him with your fist, blood marring his face. Seeing you perish in the hands of your demons, Bucky intervened to help you. Follows discussion of the past, traumas and feelings.

Moth to a flame. ♡Bucky x reader.

Summary : like a moth to a flame, you couldn’t fight your attraction towards Bucky, even with a boyfriend standing between you.

A shadow in the broken mirror. ★ ♡ Bucky x reader.

Summary : Rebecca, your best friend, is getting married to a man older than her. Her brothers, Charlie and Bucky, are confronted to the ghost of their past, the secret relationships his father maintained with women way younger than him. Scared that Rebecca’s fiancé will act like him, they refuse to accept the wedding. Follows arguments and unacknowledged feelings, your relationship with the middle child at the center of his resentment.

A poison running through my veins. ★ ♡ Brother’s best friend Bucky x reader

Summary : you knew it was wrong. He was older than you and had always rejected you because of your age gap, saying it is not morally correct. However, when you start flirting with another man in the company, Bucky seems to forget about his boundaries…

Caring for you. ♡︎ Stucky x reader

Summary : you came back to the compound with an injury you hide to Steve and Bucky, not wanting to worry them. But when you can’t do simple things you have to face the fact that you might need help. How will the two super soldiers react when you tell them?

Notice you. ♡︎ Joaquin Torres x reader

Summary : Joaquin had asked you to accompany him as his girlfriend to his sister’s wedding because of a lie he told to his mother. Now here you were, on the west coast with him, acting like you were madly in love. Follows an incident leading to a confession.

Powerhouse ★ ♡︎ Joaquin Torres x reader

Summary : After the events on the celestial island, you help Joaquin during his recovery. Follow dismissed feelings that cannot be ignored anymore and a love confession.

A long journey. ♡ Joaquin Torres x reader

Summary : Joaquin was called by Sam for a new mission, you watched him get ready and ensure him of your understanding of his absence.

The last of us.

I will run miles for you. ♡︎ Joel x reader

Summary : Joel, you and Ellie were all living in Jackson. One night, you were woken up by the sounds of things being knocked over downstairs. After realising Joel was fighting someone who flee when he saw you, you had to make sure it won’t happen again.

Under the pale moonlight. ♡︎ Dbf!Joel x reader

Summary : after getting fired by your boss with whom your boyfriend was cheating on you, you head back to Austin to your parent’s house. Having to face them with the undeniable failure of your life, you find support in Joel, your dad’s best friend and neighbour. Follows some flirting under the pale moon light.

A shape in the paint. ♡ Dbf!joel x reader.

Summary : on a hot summer day in Texas, Joel uses his AC as a pretext to get you to help him paint his walls…

To call you mine. ★ ♡︎ Dbf!Joel x reader.

Summary : after getting caught by the cops at a rave party you didn’t want to go in the first place, you call Joel to come get you out. Follows an interesting night…

Joel x reader ★ ♡︎

Summary : Joel, you and Ellie moved to Jackson a little while ago. While Ellie is rather integrated in the community you, however, are struggling to befriend the women working with you. Having an age gap with the man you’re leaving with (aka Joel) gets you some side-eyeing from the people living in your street and one faithful afternoon you heard your colleagues criticising your and Joel relationship. Avoiding Joel leads you two to have a rather awkward conversation.

[muensterfucker]

what we could’ve had….. what they STOLE from us…

[rogersideup]

One shot request: the reader from nice to be kneaded and Steve have a baby. Creative control is all yours. I just need a baby in that man’s arms.

Nice to be Kneaded

More Fun Stuff

Just Between Us

Can be read as a one shot, or in conjunction with Nice to be Kneaded.

Series Masterlist More Fun Stuff Masterlist

Post Endgame Steve x Baker reader

Word Count: 1,564

Some things are best kept a secret <3

Getting home from a long day at work at the bakery felt like a billion pounds falling off your shoulders. It had been a long, chaotic day of fulfilling unusually large orders all while trying to appease the masses that never slowed down since the blip.

Unlocking the door and stepping inside, the view in the living room immediately put a smile on your face, and took the weight of the world off your back.

"Dada" Steve spoke to the now almost one year old.

He was splayed out on the living room rug, your little daughter in front of him, belly laughing right in his face.

"Mama!" She responded, laughing even harder at Steve's immediate response.

"No, Dada!" He shook his head, smiling at the sound of her giggles.

Your smile widened as you kicked off your shoes and put your bag down.

"Say dada!" Steve encouraged. "Da-Da"

"Mama!" She responded.

"Dada" He tried again.

"Mama."

The closer you got to the adorable scene, the more you could tell Steve was exhausted and probably losing his mind a bit. He was wearing no pants and a shirt, and he had yet to even brush his hair. But, your daughter looked freshly bathed, fed, dressed, and happy as a clam.

Moments like these always warmed your heart, and you were endlessly thankful to have a husband who was so supportive of not only you, but his own daughter.

You could've never been running two bakeries and raising a kid if it weren't for his wild blonde hair and lack of pants.

"Okay, sound it out." He changed methods. "Start with D. Duh duh duh."

"Duh" She babbled back.

"Now dah! Dah dah dah."

"Dah dah dah"

"Now Dada!" Steve was so hopeful.

"Mama!" Her cheeky smile widened and pointed to you, putting her arms in the air hopeful you would pick her up.

"Hi baby! I missed you!" You enthused, happy to scoop up your little cinnamon roll off the plush rug. "Oh my goodness, did Dada put you in this cute little outfit?! What a cutie!"

"Dada also gave her a bath, because she was a bit stinky." Steve told you, the superhero nearly struggling to get up off the floor, a testament to how tightly she has him wrapped around her teeny baby fingers.

"Do you have the best Dad in the whole world?!" You asked her, she smiled and giggled in response. "Say Yes! Yeessss"

"Yes!" She responded with ease.

"Yay!!" You celebrated.

Teaching a baby how to talk meant every conversation was now grounds for teaching, and you would happily teach her that Steve, was in fact, the best dad in the world.

Steve finally made it up off the floor, which excited her even more.

"Mama!" She squeaked happily, pointing to Steve.

"No, Dada." You pointed to him, trying to help Steve out.

He's been trying for three days now to get her to call her anything close to Dad. She's had Mama down for a week now and you were starting to feel Steve's pain.

"Hi, Captain Underpants" You smiled at him, it was impossible to not be happy and completely enchanted by the sight of him. "I missed you."

He gave you a kiss, and you wrapped your free arm around him to hug him the best you could.

"Hi, Sweetheart. I missed you too" He happily snuggled up to you. "How was work?"

"Chaotic." You stated simply. "How was your morning?"

"It was good, we went on a nice long walk, had breakfast, lots of snacks, a bath, but no nap yet." He told you.

"You look like you could use a nap." You grinned sympathetically, reaching your arm up and running your fingers through his hair a few times. "I've got her, you go get some sleep, baby."

"You just got home, I think you should nap first." He denied.

You shook your head. "I'm not tired, and you do a lot for us. You got up with her like three times last night. I know you didn't sleep well."

"I think I need a shower more than sleep, much like her, I'm also I bit stinky" Steve stated.

"Go take a shower and a nap." You sympathized.

"You're sure?" He questioned.

"Positive." You nodded, giving him another kiss. "Because even the best dad ever needs sleep, too. Huh, Cinny?"

The two of you have been calling her Cinny more than her real name, short for Cinnamon Roll of course.

"Yes!" She used the new word she learned a whole minute ago.

"Best dad ever?" You asked her, pointing to Steve. He raised his eyebrow in anticipation.

"Yes!"

"Who's this?" You asked her, still pointing to Steve.

"Mama!" She stated proudly.

Steve's shoulders deflated. "She'll get it soon." You comforted him. "Go relax, I love you."

"I love you too." Steve told you before playfully and gently smacking your butt and waking off.

You brought Cinny into her room and sat down with her on the glider chair. There was a lot of one sided conversation about how much you missed her and how much you loved her before reading her some books to get her to wind down for her nap.

It took about 45 minutes, but she eventually knocked out snuggled into your chest and neck. You took a very selfish 20 minutes to appreciate the baby cuddles and get your fix since you really did miss her at work today.

After a successful transfer into her crib, you turned the baby monitor on and quickly went upstairs to change out of your work clothes and into something far more comfortable.

Then you were right back downstairs to the other not-so-little human you missed all day too. Steve was asleep on the couch, but this time he had sweatpants on and no shirt.

Maybe one day he could find it within himself to be fully clothed, but for now, you definitely weren't complaining.

You leaned over and gave him a kiss to his temple before sitting next to his head and massaging it.

Being a stay home Dad looked really good on him. You'll admit, after his retirement he seemed a bit lost for a while. Like he had gone so long being Captain America or on the run from the government that he didn't even know who Steve was anymore. But the second he became a Dad, it was like he immediately knew exactly who he was supposed to be.

You thought that having kids would change things. Through your whole life you heard stories of exhausted mothers not having time for life anymore, slightly miserable, never talking fondly of their husbands, or even how their husbands found them less attractive after having their kids. There was a lot of silent fear that maybe that would happen to you, maybe the two of you would be under so much stress you'd start to resent each other, or maybe you'd be less attractive to Steve after your body changed in the process of growing baby Cinny.

But that couldn't be further from the truth. You'd never been more attracted to or in love than you were right now with a happy sleepy baby, and a happy sleeping husband. He took such amazing care of you and in turn, all you ever wanted to do was take care of him.

Even if he was sleeping, you wanted him to know how much you loved and appreciated him, and his crazy blonde hair. In true Steve fashion, even in his sleep he snuggled into you.

He dug his face into your stomach, and his arm held you close. Cuddles from Steve lasted a solid hour before you were nearly dosing off to sleep yourself.

Not all things could be a fairytale, and you knew that because you could hear Cinny start to fuss on the monitor. Small little cries let you know she was awake and ready to be done with nap time.

So you carefully slipped out underneath Steve, and he was so exhausted that you managed to stand up again without waking him.

"Mama" Your daughter pouted and wiped small tears off her face when she saw you enter her room.

"Good morning, honey." You said quietly matching her tiny pout, and cradling her in your arms. "It's okay, baby, you're okay."

You snuggled her and swayed her as her tears slowly came to an end with quiet promises of playtime and more snacks, you even asked her very politely if she could keep her babbles and voice to a reasonable level as to not wake up Dad.

Did she understand? No. Did you try anyways? Absolutely.

Once she was fully awake and a lot less grumpy, you tip toed back into the living room to set her up with her favorite little aquarium toy.

When she spotted Steve dead asleep on the couch, her whole face lit up with yet another cheeky smile.

She pointed at him. "Dada!"

Your eyes squeezed shut and your head lulled back, so immensely disappointed that Steve missed that moment. But, you were proud of her.

"Yes! That's Dada!" You confirmed enthusiastically but quietly. "This stays between us, kid."

You were now fully prepared to pretend like the next time she called him Dad was her first, because really, you loved Steve that much.