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The Mere Idea of You (Steve x Reader)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Barista!Reader

Word Count: 1.7k+

Warnings: language

Prompt: 2. “Little does she know - he thinks about her, too.”

Summary: Steve finds himself drawn to a particular coffee shop in the heart of Midtown and can’t seem to get a certain barista off his mind.

A/N: This is my entry for @bucky-at-bedtime’s Marvellous Marvel Writing Extravaganza. I apologize for how late this is. Thank you so so much for your patience!

This fic is written from Steve’s POV. You can find the Reader’s POV linked below soon.

The Very Thought of You | The Mere Idea of You

The cold was gruesome and rigid. Its bite was bitter and unforgiving, always leaving behind a lingering sense of agony and remorse. It brought back disheartening memories that Steve did not need to relive. He avoided it as much as he could. On icy days like this, he always cut his morning runs short. The burn in his lungs from the frigid air becoming too much to stand.

However, despite the arctic weather, he somehow managed to venture back out in it time and time again. It was only a short, brisk walk until he found his place of solace—a small and inviting coffee shop in the heart of Midtown. Although it wasn’t his ideal location—Midtown being a hot spot for tourists and alien invasions—something, someone, kept bringing him back.  

Whenever anyone on the team asked why he always had to go to that coffee shop when he could just stay at the tower and make his own coffee, he just shrugged and said it helped clear his mind. That was all entirely true. His first venture out to that quaint little shop was to help put his mind at ease after a particularly rough mission.

He had visited various coffee shops, not wandering too far from the tower just in case danger struck. Most places were too busy and noisy for his liking, filled with people scurrying to get their caffeine fix at all hours of the day. But one shop in particular stood out to him.  

Fairy lights flickering in the windows drew him in. The shop was small, but warm. The scent of freshly brewed coffee instantly putting him at ease. Delicate candles sat atop ivory tables, somehow making the space feel larger than it was. The thing that stood out to him most, however, was the familiar jazz music playing throughout the shop. Once he stepped inside, he immediately transcended back to his time. A time where things were simpler and less chaotic. A time where all he worried about was his mom and his best friend. A time where he didn’t have to protect the world he lived in. That was exactly what he needed.

The cherry on top that sealed the deal was the friendly barista who always made Steve’s coffee—black with an occasional splash of milk—with a smile on her face. The two of you shared pleasant conversation every morning he stopped by. He appreciated that you were kind to him, unlike a handful of baristas he had encountered around the city. He also liked that you kept his identity on the downlow, unlike the occasional barista that would yell ‘Oh my God, you’re Captain America’, alerting the entire establishment of his presence.  

Steve couldn’t put a finger as to why he kept visiting that little coffee shop just to see you. There was just something about you. His thoughts often ran back to you all throughout the day. Maybe he kept going back to see you to finally find an answer as to why he had become so enamored with you.

He walked into the coffee shop on another particularly cold morning, jazz music melting the frigid cold off of him. His eyes instantly glued to your form, his smile slowly growing at the sight of you. You were behind the counter, obviously deep in thought.  

Steve inched up to the counter, rolling on the balls of his feet before breaking the silence. “Mornin’, Y/N.”

Your eyes grew wide in recognition, a big grin instantly adorning your face. “Steve,” you breathed. “Hi.” 

“Hi,” he echoed with a smile. “How are you?”

“I’m good, great,” you smiled. 

He smiled again. “Rough morning?” he asked with earnestness. You seemed a little out of it today.

“Oh, just the same old, same old,” you shrugged. 

“I’m sorry,” he hummed. He genuinely felt bad for you. He heard stories about some of the interactions you had with customers. Hell, he had even seen some of the interactions. It was shocking how rude people could be.

“It’s okay. Not all of the customers are terrible. So,” you paused, “the usual?” 

“Yes, ma’am,” he nodded. He loved how he had been here so much that he had a usual and that you knew what it was.

“Coming right up,” you swiveled back towards the kitchen, filling up a glass with hot coffee. You returned and handed him the warm cup.  

“Thank you,” he beamed. He stuck his hand in his pocket and fished out his wallet, hoping he’d be fast enough before you turned down his payment.

“Nuh-uh, this one’s on the house.” 

Nope. Not fast enough.

“But it’s always on the house. Let me pay you, just this once,” he pleaded.  

“Consider it a thank you for protecting this crazy world. Lord knows you don’t get thanked enough.”

“Okay,” he let out a breath and smiled. It was a kind gesture that he just couldn’t say no to. “Thank you.” 

“No, thank you,” you grinned.

He flashed you another smile before sitting in his usual seat next to the window. He pulled out his sketchbook and sprawled it out in front of him, pencil on one side of the book, coffee on the other. He peered out the window, hoping to find something to sketch and trying to not get distracted by you. However, he could see figments of your reflection dancing in the window, so that was a lost cause. He decided to continue sketching the same subject he had been focused on ever since he stepped foot in this coffee shop—you.  

Steve desperately hoped you, or anyone, never found his sketchbook. He thought it might be a little creepy and unsettling if you ever found out all he ever sketched was you. No, it was definitely creepy. But he couldn’t help himself. He loved sketching you. How the warm lights illuminated your hair, how you smiled at each customer—despite how rude they were, how much care and focus you put into each drink you crafted. He got lost in putting the details of you onto paper.

The scratching of graphite across the page came to a sudden stop when Steve’s phone buzzed. He sighed and looked down at the glowing screen. Much to his dismay, he had to leave his safe haven and go back to avenging.  

He threw his sketchbook and pencil into his bag and slung it over his shoulder. Picking up his empty coffee cup, he walked back to the counter to bid you farewell.

“Heading out?” you asked. 

“Afraid so,” he gave you a sad smile. “Duty calls.”

You nodded in acknowledgement. “Be safe out there,” you gave him a small smile. “Can’t have my favorite customer getting injured.”

His heart fluttered at your words. Your favorite customer. But you said it with a hint of unease. He could tell you were worried about him. You always seemed to be worried about him whenever he left to save the world. He hated that he caused you to worry. He wished he could assure you that he always tried his damn hardest to keep himself out of harm’s way so he could come back and relish in the comfort of your company.

“Always,” he gave you a sympathetic smile. Giving you a small wave, he walked out the door.

Shoving his hands into his pockets, he made the miserable walk back to the tower in the cold. His thoughts wandering back to you. ‘Can’t have my favorite customer getting injured.’ repeated over and over in his mind, a smile forming on his lips. He hope he won’t have to wait too long before he could see you again.

—

Moscow was cold and unforgiving. A mission that was supposed to last a couple of days had extended into a couple of weeks. Steve longed for nothing more to leave the frigid country and bask in the warmth and comfort of that little coffee shop in Midtown.

He had been finding it incredibly hard to stay focused on the mission at hand. His mind kept wandering to you. How were you doing? How many rude customers did you have to deal with today? Did you think about him as much as he thought about you?

Thoughts like this he would’ve let freely flow if he wasn’t currently in hand to hand combat. He had been so distracted this entire mission, today even more so for some reason. Since his focus was obviously elsewhere, the enemies were able to land a few good blows. Steve hoped nobody would notice, but it was such a rare occurrence for him that he was sure he’d be pestered with questions later.

“You alright, man?” Sam asked after they made it back to the safe house.

“Yeah, I’m just a little out of it today,” Steve shrugged in one of the uncomfortable arm chairs, a tablet with information on the mission in his hand.

“I’ll say,” Sam scoffed. “They’ve actually been kicking your ass out there. Definitely something I thought I’d see when pigs fly, but Bucky isn’t airborne yet so,” he shrugged, a smirk growing on his lips.

“I heard that!” Bucky yelled from the other room.

Steve sighed shook his head, continuing to scroll through the seemingly endless information.

“But, for real,” Sam continued, “You doing okay?”

He looked to Sam and paused for a minute before responding. “Yeah, just don’t like the cold.”

Sam nodded in acknowledgement and didn’t press further, seeming to buy Steve’s answer.

Steve continued to scroll through the tablet, the words evaporating in thin air before he could make sense of them. Images kept flashing in his mind, images of you. The slope of your nose, the cure of your lips, the wide grin you flashed him every time you saw him. What it would be like to be wrapped in a sea of blankets on a cold night like this, touching and caressing your soft and supple skin. Man, he had it bad. How had you come to occupy so much space in his mind? He didn’t know you all that well, and yet you had him wrapped around your finger.

Did he have the same effect on you as you did on him? Did the mere idea of him distract you from your daily life? Perhaps he would never find the answer, but he was content with always wondering, as long as he was wondering about you.

Little did he know - you thought about him, too.

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The Art of Love (Part 8) ~ Steve Rogers x Reader College!AU

A/N: Hello lovelies! Happy Tuesday! I hope that you’re all having a good week! We’ve got a few more parts for this story. And I’m hoping to post on Tuesdays so keep an eye out. And enjoy and take care of yourselves! 

Summary: More shenanigans with the idiots in love and sarah and bucky 

Characters/Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader (Eventual), Bucky Barnes, Sarah Rogers

Rating: K+

Warnings: None. Fluff . Idiots

Word Count: 1250

Divider by: @whimsicalrogers​

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Bucky nudged Steve as they cleared and washed the dishes.

“They seem to be getting along well,” he nodded towards you and Sarah.

“Yeah, they sure do.”

Steve watched you fondly, letting out a soft sigh when you laughed at the story his mother was telling you. Undoubtedly about him and most definitely embarrassing based on the snort you let out.

“You know you look like a love struck dope right now,” Bucky chuckled.

“Do not,” he huffed, elbowing Bucky out of the way so he could keep washing.

“Oh come on, man. Why don’t you just admit it? You two are practically married.”

“We’re just comfortable around each other. We’re best friends,” Steve argued, rinsing off the last of the plates and wiping down the sink.

“No. We’re best friends.”

“Debatable,” the blonde grumbled.

Bucky scoffed, but otherwise ignored the comment.

“You two are something else. For crying out loud the two of you hosted your mom for dinner.”

Steve lacked a believable retort so he kept his mouth shut.

The truth was, he knew Bucky was right, and although he’d long since admitted his feelings for you to himself. He wasn’t ready to say them to you.

Once the dishes were done, he and Bucky rejoined you and Sarah in the living room.

“All done?” you asked as Steve sat down in the armchair. He was rarely so far away, and you found yourself missing his warmth.

Bucky lounged in the chair and a half with your pack of Oreos.

“Bucky!”

“What?”

“Those are mine for our marathon,” you pouted. “I’ve been waiting to open them all week.”  

He paused with a cookie halfway to his mouth.

“The package was half empty.”

You swung your gaze onto Steve, who was looking all kinds of guilty.

“Sorry, sweetheart. I was half asleep after a sudden bout of inspiration the other night. And I kind of ate a couple.”

“A couple?” You quirked an eyebrow at him.

“Okay, a lot. I did already replace them though. And I got you the chocolate cream ones too.”

Your mock glare slipped as you giggled in delight.

“Thanks, Stevie. I guess I forgive you then.”

His shoulders dipped in relief and you laughed at him.  

“Does that mean I can eat the rest of these?” Bucky mumbled with his mouth full.

“Oh James,” Sarah admonished fondly.

“Yes,” you chuckled. “Have at it.”

“So, what were you two talking about?” Steve asked as Bucky happily munched on cookies.

“Y/n was telling me how the two of you first met. You never told me that you took ballroom dancing lessons, Steven.” Sarah’s smile was full of mirth.

“It was just one hour a week. I wasn’t very good. Y/n’s the only reason I even made it through.”

“That is not true. You were the best partner a girl good ask for. Once I got steel tipped character shoes,” you teased.

Steve groaned and slid down in his seat.

“I’m kidding. Steve truly was the best. I’d still ask him to be my partner any day of the week. The steps are just part of it. You’ve got to know the other person’s rhythm.”

Steve couldn’t help as his smile widened.

“We have gotten pretty good at that over the years.”

“Yes, we have. It’s something I could only hope for in a partner.”

“Speaking of dancing-”

��Buck,” Steve warned.

“Relax, it’s not about you or your brief foray into hip hop.”

“Excuse me?” Sarah guffawed looking to you for elaboration.

“It was very brief. Like one day brief. He transferred to swing after his first class,” you admitted.

“Oh dear.”

“Smudge,” Steve whined hiding behind a throw pillow.

Unable to bear the sight of him embarrassed, you made your way over to him, plucking the pillow from his hands as you settled on the arm of his chair.  

“In his defense, I begged him to take it with me,” you explained to Sarah, carding your fingers through his hair. “It was an intermediate class that I was nervous to take because it was mostly upperclassmen. And Steve was sweet enough to sign up for it with me. Once I realized Natasha was also in the class, I held his oath fulfilled.”

He chuckled at the Lord of the Rings reference as his hand settled on your hip.

“My two left feet are always at your service, milady.”

He took your other hand and pressed a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

“I am learning so many new things tonight,” Sarah smiled at the two of you.

Her warm smile kept any feelings of embarrassment at bay.

“Anyways, I have a favor to ask,” Bucky interjected, breaking the pregnant moment.  

“Of course. What do you need?”

“The big fundraiser for this semester is going to be a dance-a-thon.”

“Oh that sounds so fun,” you gushed.  

“I think it will be.”

“So what do you need from me?”

“The brothers and I thought a fun way to keep the day moving was to teach different dances throughout the night. And since you’re the only one I know knows pretty much all of them…”

“Yes! Of course I’ll help. We can do swing and Lindy and…”

You hopped off the chair to grab a notebook and start writing things down. Bucky joined you at the dining room table, going over ideas and timetables.

Sarah took the opportunity to observe her son. Steve’s eyes never left you as you flitted about, talking animatedly and gesturing wildly. Clearly he was smitten. You both were. Her beloved son just needed to do something about it.

You and Sarah shared a tight hug as she said her goodbyes. She ruffled Bucky’s hair and reminded him to call his mom, before the two of you got back to work.

“Walk me out?”

“Of course, Ma.”

“You know, you really should tell her how you feel,” Sarah said conversationally as he walked her to the door.  

Steve’s steps faltered as he looked down at her, wide eyed from shock.

“I’m not in love with Smudge,” he blurted out.

“Oh, darling. Would you like to try that again?”

He sighed, knowing there was no use in lying. He was terrible at it anyway.

“I can’t tell her, Ma.”  

“And why not?”

“Because I could lose her.”

“Oh, Steven. There’s no chance of that.”

“But how do you know?”

“Because she is just as in love with you as you are with her. Any fool could see that. And I most certainly did not raise a fool now did I?”

“Of course not, ma’am.”

“Good, then go tell the amazing woman how you feel about her.”

“You really like her?” he asked with a shy smile.

“Of course I do. I’ve been telling you she was the best thing to happen to you for years. Tonight just confirmed it.”

“But what if I end up leaving?”

“Whether you leave or not, you both deserve to know your options.”

She could see the decision rolling around in his head.

“Just think on it. Personally, I think she’d be well worth the effort of long distance.”

“Of course she is,” Steve huffed, insulted his mother would imply he thought otherwise.

“Then what exactly is your argument?”

“I-“

The cab driver leaned on his horn.

“I’ve got to go. Good night, honey.”

She gave him a quick hug and a kiss on the forehead.

“Night, Ma,” he mumbled still stunned by the turn in the conversation.

What was his argument?

A/N: Thank you all for reading! I hope you enjoyed it! 

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Beautifully Unfinished - 1/8

Description: One foolish outburst, one moment of weakness at the worst possible time, and everything goes up in smoke. Who knew finally voicing your true, deep-rooted feelings, would lead to the complete destruction of your most cherished friendship?

Masterlist HERE.

Word Count: 1,130 ish.

Pairing: Modern!Steve Rogers x Reader.

Rating: PG

Warnings: Swear words. Lots of angst. But if you’ve read my stories before, then you know how this will end.

A/N: I sadly don’t own any of these characters. And I have no beta reader either, so I do proudly own all the errors and this story, so there’s that.

A/N2: This mini series has been sitting in my drafts for months, and I think I’m finally ready to share it. It’s pretty much entirely written at this point, just have to finish up a few things, and it will be very angsty as it’s based off the Ella Henderson song Beautifully Unfinished. So anywho, I truly hope you enjoy this mini series! ❤️❤️❤️

The Present.

The Sunday summer shower pelts down against the living room window in front of you. The weather matching your eyes, your emotions and your life in this moment. The only sounds around you in the deafening silence of the room, is the tick tock of your wall clock and the rain tinging on the window.

Your heart is still pounding in your chest. Your lips still tingle from where his touched, the remnants of his kiss feeling like a bruise upon them now. You still feel like you can’t breath, but every time you are with him somehow you forget to breath, so that’s not a new feeling. Though this time, that feeling goes along with his touch, like his finger tips are tattooed upon your skin. The memory and feeling of his hands on you, replaying over and over in your mind. It had felt so natural, so normal, so right.

But it wasn’t. It was all in your head. Because this was it. This is what you asked for. This is how it would all end. Your life long friendship, your life long crush. Though it was always more than just a crush. He was your world, in every way imaginable. And that fact alone smothered you, nearly killed you.

How you could love someone this deeply, this intensely, and someone who never actually belonged to you, was crazy.

You felt like a rag doll, like a puppet, like you were always dancing on his strings. The stings that he controlled fully and entirely. Not in the sense that he did it on purpose, more in the sense of your own feelings. You’d do anything for him. When he called, you would go running. If he ever needed anything, you were there in a heartbeat, and with a smile on your face.

I mean, it wasn’t one sided, he did the same for you. Every time you ever needed him, he was there in minutes. He is—was your best friend. Your childhood crush. Your adulthood love. Though he never knew any of this. Not till tonight at least.

You had finally put it all out there. Yes, the timing was horrendous, but that seemed to be a character trait of yours. Poor as fuck timing. You always left everything to the last minute, and this wasn’t any different. Though maybe worse.

He’s getting married, and to the love of his life, in a week. Just 7 days until you lose any chance you’ve ever had at your one true love. At your happily ever after. At the life you’ve always dreamed about, the relationship you’ve always craved, and the man you’ve always wanted. The one all others are put up against, instantly, but never even come close.

But maybe you never actually had a chance to begin with.

You feel a tear slip from your lid and slide unchallenged down your cheek. Surprised you still have any tears left in you at all. You’d never cried this hard, or this much, in your life. You’d managed to hold it together until the door slammed shut behind him, and then you’d lost it. Truly and fully let it all out.

Your face is now slightly dry, as it had been a few hours since he left. A few hours since you placed a bomb in the middle of your friendship and then promptly hit the ignition switch.

You glance over your shoulder at your phone, still laying discarded on your couch. Where it had been forgotten in your efforts to destroy the one friendship that meant the very most to you, and then had been ignored during your breakdown, had been pointedly left there in your efforts to calm your quickly shattering heart.

But now you can’t pretend it isn’t there anymore. It’s jet black screen taunting you, mocking you. There is no change, no notifications, no incoming anything. But you knew he wasn’t going to love you back. He wasn’t going to change his mind. He wasn’t going to just magically start feeling the same way about you.

Just because you’d put it all out there, just because this is how you’d always felt about him, that didn’t change a damn thing. That didn’t instantly make you the one he’d want, the one he’d choose. He loved her. He always had and he always would. She was it for him. Entirely.

You numbly move towards the couch, picking up your phone and checking for anything. But there is nothing. No missed calls, no new texts. No nothing.

You stare down at it in your hands for a moment, your vision still slightly blurry from the tears. You stare at it until the screen goes back to black, just to click the unlock button so it lights it up once again, and instantly hate yourself for checking a second time for notifications. As if the first time you just hadn’t seen them. As if they had just been hiding originally, and now would be sitting there, waiting for your attention.

You come to the crippling realization that you’d had it right the first time. There was nothing, no missed calls, no texts. A loud sob escapes your lips as you chuck your phone across the room in a fit of anger, but probably more so in an outburst of immense heartache. Of paralyzing sorrow. Of embarrassment on a monstrous level. And of the body numbing emptiness you now feel consuming you.

In this moment, you hate him. But yet, you love him. Desperately. And even though you had wished he’d have gone away before you’d put it all out there. Before you’d opened up your soul to him. Once you had done that, and he’d then just left, all you’d wished for was that he’d have stayed. That he’d have picked you. Had chosen you in this, and in his life.

But he hadn’t. He’d picked her. Which you knew was going to happen. Deep, deep down you truly knew opening your mouth wasn’t going to end well. It wouldn’t accomplish anything aside from causing issues, aside from putting a riff between you and your best friend. The one and only person you truly can’t lose, because you will be entirely lost without him. The one person you can never win, no matter how much you try. How much you fight. How much you open up and put yourself out there. Put your heart on the line.

He will never be yours, and you will never be his. Because you can’t force someone to love you. You can’t push someone into being with another, especially one they don’t want to be with. But especially one they don’t love. He might be your first and only true love, but you aren’t his. And you never will be.

Because maybe all you’re meant to be is Beautifully Unfinished...

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Pick-up Line

Tony Stark x Reader

A/N: This is for @connorshero writing challenge! Happy 300, Love! You deserve every follower!

It’s short (1200ish words), sweet, and full of humor. This is more dialogue than descriptive, but I thought it was cute lol

Prompt: “So… You come here often?” – “I work here.”

Warnings: Tony Stark.

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 It was supposed to be an easy day.

All you asked for was a day where you could just get through the day without dealing with piece of shit customers. That’s all you asked for.

You didn’t realize that, by asking that, you’d invited karma to fuck you up the ass with no lube.

FIVE SEPARATE CUSTOMERS complained at – or about – you.

Not one.

Five. Cinco. Cinq. Quinque.

All of which were stupid things like: ‘I see you’re the only waitress in the diner right now, but I asked for ranch dressing exactly seven seconds ago and it’s still not here.’

Or: ‘I can see that you’re in the middle of taking this table’s order, but I need my check at this very second or you’re not getting tipped.’

The best one: ‘I’m going to get you fired for slapping my hand away and telling me to fuck off, even though I tried to touch your butt underneath your obscenely pink diner dress.’

Jet called in sick, Liam wasn’t answering, and Amelia’s phone was shut off. You were stuck waiting the entire diner while your manager was waiting the counters. It took you four hours to get ahold of Amelia and Liam. You hadn’t even had a chance to pee, let alone think about taking a breather.

So, when those two assholes showed up, you finally got to pee and ‘take out the trash’.

Meaning you were standing next to the trash can, smoking a cigarette, eating a bag of Doritos, and weighing the pros and cons of working at this establishment for another second.

This was your second, part-time job, anyways…

While you stood in the creepy alleyway behind the diner, tossing your empty bag of chips in the trash, the sound of brisk footfalls filled the alley, prompting you to stick your hand in your apron pocket to wrap your fingers around the set of silverware – sliding the butter knife out from the napkin.

Hell fucking no. You weren’t getting mugged, again.

Suddenly, a tall man in a sharp suit rounded the corner, panting and pressing himself against the wall – trying to catch his breath. The noise from the street got louder, people yelling about checking out the bar down the block, and heavy footfalls thundering over the usual New York noise.

“Bad day?” You casually commented, taking a small drag from your smoke.

The man jumped nearly a foot in the air, letting out a high-pitched yelp before turning and sticking his hand out at you – palm facing forward. Realizing what he was doing, he quickly lowered his arm, opting to place his hand over his chest, “Jesus Christ. Do you always sneak up on people?”

“Only when they come barreling around the corner like they’re running from the paps, or something.”

He raised an eyebrow at you, looking eerily familiar, before shaking his head and slowly creeping around the corner to check the street. When he was satisfied that no one was going to follow him, he turned to you again, “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“Who wants to know?” You smirked, blowing your smoke away from his direction – to be polite – as he stepped closer. “You a parole officer?”

“Even better.” He held out a hand, a charming smile on his bearded face, “Tony Stark.”

As in the guy from the Avengers?

The billionaire playboy philanthropist, or whatever?

Thaaaaat’s why he looks familiar.

The signature beard.

The style.

The ‘holier than thou’ attitude.

Tony fucking Stark.

“So, you were running from the paps.” You snorted, grasping his hand in a firm handshake. “Y/n L/n.”

“Nice to meet you, beautiful.” He grinned, sending you a small wink as he leaned next to you, against the dirty ass wall. “So… you come here often?”

Is he… FLIRTING with you, right now?

Against a dingy ass wall, feet stepping in who only knows what?

Gross.

“Did… you just use a pickup line on me?” Though you were kind of annoyed, your cheeks also heat up in a blush. “Seriously?” You glanced down at your attire; the bright pink, retro, stained diner uniform was as obvious as a fifty foot billboard slapping him in the face. “I work here.”

He hummed in response, glancing at the dirty building that you were currently leaning on – his face scrunched up in disgust as you stubbed your smoke out against the trash can, tossing the butt inside. “You know, those are bad for you, right?”

“I mean… so is excessively drinking and then starting a robo-suit shoot-out in your own home, but I’m not judging you.”

Hah.

Asshole.

His face screwed up in shock for a moment, a small flash of anger in his eyes, before his entire demeanor changed before your very eyes. He hunched over, laughing, before pointing up at you, “I like you.”

“Good for you?” You couldn’t help the smile on your face, as he continued to laugh like you’d just said the funniest thing ever. “So, where ya’ headed, old man?”

“I’m not old.” He snorted, pointing a finger at you with mock offense. “I’m seasoned.”

“I will admit,” You smirked, crossing your arms over your chest, “You are living proof that men get better with age.”

“Wanna’ get out of here?” He grinned, eyes shining mischievously, “I know a place.”

Rolling your eyes, you gestured to your attire, “I’m working.”

“I’ll pay you.”

WHAT?!

A loud laugh escaped before you could help it, “That, Mr. Stark, is prostitution.”

“Shit, you’re right.” He scratched his beard, biting his lip for a moment – not that you were watching his lips – and scanning you up and down. “I’ll… pay off your student loans?”

“Who says I was a student?”

“FRIDAY?” He said aloud, turning his head and glancing at his watch, “Does Ms. L/n have any debt?”

You jumped as a loud, female voice came through a tiny speaker on his watch, “Ms. L/n currently owes four thousand, three hundred and forty dollars in medical bills. As well as three hundred dollars to a major credit card, and payments towards a car loan in her mother’s name.”

“My mom and I got in an accident, last year.” You shrugged, shoving your hands in your apron and shuffling your shoes. “Drunk Driver.”

“FRIDAY, please pay off all of Ms. L/n’s debts, as well as making a large donation to Mothers Against Drunk Driving in her name.” He turned the screen off on his watch, crossing his arms back over his broad chest. “Now do you want to go hang out with me? I could use some fun.”

DID HE JUST PAY OFF… WHAT?! THE FUCK??!

That… just… what?!

“Why would you do that?” You asked, incredulous. “Why the fuck would you pay off nearly ten grand in debt?”

“Sweetheart, that’s pocket change for me.” He smiled. It wasn’t a smug smile, or a ‘holier than thou’ smile… it was just… a nice smile. “Anyways, I could use some good karma, and I don’t need the money. You did. Simple as that.” He stepped away from the wall, holding out his hand for you to take, “Now, I’m going to ask you one more time: Wanna’ get out of here?”

Well… now you didn’t need to work two jobs.

He seemed nice enough.

Not like you had anything else planned for the day, other than work.

What could possibly go wrong?

A large grin spread across your face, lifting your cheeks as you stepped away from the wall and grabbed his outstretched hand.

“Fuck it.”

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Hey there! This is wordlesscaptain. I’m here to wish you the best of luck during your break ❤️ we will be awaiting your return with open arms! Word on the street is you’re doing a Sleepover Sunday! So... 🤷🏽‍♀️ would you rather go scuba diving or sky diving?

Here’s your other one!!

Scuba diving for sure! Falling 10,000 feet to my possible death is not a way I’d like to go. Plus I love the water and the animals that inhabit it!

Would you rather eat moldy bread or drink stagnant water?

Sleepover Sunday!

[thefanficfaerie]

Weekly Reading List 49

Weekly Recommendations get posted every Saturday. All stories are character x reader unless otherwise stated. Graphic by the awesome @wonders-of-the-multiverse.

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Tropes AU Edge of the Water Part 28 by @floatingpetals Stucky Tiny Boots Beneath the Tree by @not-close-to-straight FalconHawk/Stony 

Soulmate AU Two Circles by @winenighthoe​ Steve Rogers

Daddy!Character Overprotective Part 1/Part 2 by @imagine-assembling-the-avengers Tony Stark

A/B/O Dynamics We Used To Crash Like Waves by closeyoureyez Stony Synonymous by StarSparkle2403 Stony 

Modern AU Winter Days by @jpat82 Stucky Baby It’s Cold Outside Part 2 by @all1e23​ Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Xmas Time by @dangerouslovefanfic​ Steve Rogers  Nothing is Forever Part 16-20 by @itsanerdlife​ Steve Rogers  Full Circle by @buckyywiththegoodhair​ Steve Rogers Into You by @occasionalfics​ Steve Rogers All We Want For Christmas by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord​ Steve Rogers Tear in my Heart by @prettyyoungtragedy Steve Rogers Rhythm by @kaunis-sielu Steve Rogers Too Much by @shayla-markele Steve Rogers Paint the Town by wordlesscaptain Steve Rogers In Your Hands by awkward_tumbleweed Stony Saving You, Saving Me by Natasha09 Stony The Guy, The Other Guy, and Mrs Terrible III: a Stark Industries Holiday Party by B_Frizzy Stony

Avengers Steve Rogers Dear Mr. Captain America Part 4 by @kaunis-sielu Under the Mistletoe by @misspygmypie A Quiet Thing by @sergeantbarnescaptainrogers Grateful by @oh-snap-bucky​ Who I’ve Been Part 6/Part 7 by @captain-ariel-barnes​  Sunshine by @bucky-at-bedtime​  Essential Oils by @softhairbarnes​ I Can’t See You, You Can’t See Me by @hiswhiteknight​ Preparation by @multi-fandom-fictions Last Christmas by @sarahp879

Tony Stark I Can Do So Much Better by @soiexist​ Rescued by @trees-and-ink​ Good Day by @thatfanficstuff​ Mystery Date by @hunters-from-stark-tower Ugly Sweater by @fandomqueen74

Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes Evening Mass by @northpoleoffandoms Light Your Candle by @barnesrogersvstheworld

Steve Rogers x Tony Stark Peter Parker's 5-Step Plan To Get These Dumbasses To Stop Making Out In The Kitchens Already by TinyFuryCloud The other side of the sparring mat by Menatiera Let Me Take Care Of You by Espresso-Patronum (BucketRogers) Five Times Peter and Steve Conspired to Take Care of Tony by sahiya Peter Parker’s 5-Step Plan To Get These Dumbasses To Go On A Date, Goddamn It by TinyFuryCloud Peter Parker Goes On A Date (And Regrets Everything) by TinyFuryCloud

Steve Rogers x Tony Stark x Bucky Barnes The Stories We Write Part 5 by @not-close-to-straight

Black Panther M’Baku What Would You Have Me Do? II by @wakandan-flowerz​ Willing Heart by @youreallyshouldtalkmore​

Law and Order: SVU Rafael Barba Welcome To Fatherhood by @madpanda75 Perspective by pimpinchilton La Jueza by pimpinchilton

RPF Chris Evans Long Distance by @whiskey-cokenfanfic​ Big News by @whiskey-cokenfanfic

OFC A Northern Light Part 5 by @fallatyourfeet

Misc Fandoms Picture Perfect by @imoutofmyvulcanmind John Kennex Fireside Cuddles by @yallneedtrek Bernie Webber Secret Santa by @yallneedtrek McKirk Fake it Till You Make It by @haveyouseenmymind My Wish by @medicatemedrmccoy Leonard McCoy Ugly Christmas Sweaters by @dwayne-pride Tony DiNozzo

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1. Nickname: Kayla is actually my nickname (for Makayla)

2. Zodiac Sign: Aries

3. Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

4. Height: 5ft 2

5. Last thing I googled: I googled the film Disobedience bc I had been watching Drunk Lesbians Watch

6. Favorite musicians: Barns Courtney, Hozier, Ben Platt, and Eva Noblezada in Hades Town (great musical)

7. Song stuck in my head: I Want to Break Free by Queen

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11. Amount of sleep: 6 ish hours

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13. What are you wearing: a blank tank top, sports bra, and green leggings (I just walked my dog so I'm currently still in exercise clothes)

14. Dream job: something artistic, probably a screenplay writer

15. Instruments: none? I sing though

16. Languages: English, basic Spanish I suppose

17. Favourite song:  way too hard to answer, depends on the album/musical

18. Random fact: I have 6 siblings

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Internet love: Extended Cut 4

Summary: Chris Evans has discovered the world of tumblr. Under a fake profile, Chris stumbles upon Y/N’s account when she makes a post about his on-again-off-again girlfriend. The two talk and Chris tells Y/N who he really is. The two become friends and Chris flies her out to see him and she becomes everyone’s best friend and unknowingly strains Chris’ relationship. Drama in ensues and Y/N regrets everything. Love can be amazing and beautiful, but it can also be deadly. Pairings: Chris Evans x OC, Chris Evans x Reader, Sebastian Stan x Reader (best friend), Anthony Mackie x Reader (best friend) Warnings: Cheat but not really, LANGUAGE, Angst, Crying lots of freaking crying

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Somehow Chris had managed to get my ticket where my seat would be next to his. When we got to the airport there was shockingly no paparazzi anywhere. Chris was wearing his hat and sunglasses, keeping his head down with his arm wrapped around my shoulders as we walked to our gate. Once we were on the plane and in our seats, Chris had closed the curtain, taking off his hat and sunglasses.

“So how’d you manage to get my seat next to yours and such short notice?” He grinned, shrugging his shoulders. “I’m Chris Evans.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “You literally came out here on a whim didn’t you?” He looked up at me shaking his head. “I did. I told you, you were ignoring me and I was worried so I came out here when the time became available.” “I wasn’t ignoring you Chris. I just needed some “me” time.” “Which involved worrying me to death.” I shook my head, glaring in his direction. “I’m sorry okay? Is that what you want to hear? I’m sorry. I’m sorry for ignoring you and making you worry. I’m sorry you had to take a leave of absence from work and come here to make sure I was still alive. I’m sorry you had to ask me to come with you to Atlanta. I’m just sorry.” “I’m not. I didn’t have to ask you to come with me, I wanted you to come with me. There’s a difference.” “Still, I’m sorry.”

He hummed, and I cast a glance towards him, seeing he was already looking at me.

“You don’t have to be sorry. Like I said earlier, I care about you.” “You were filming though. Your bosses must hate me.” Chris shook his head, leaning forward and grabbing my hand.

“They don’t. I told you I took two days off to come and make sure my friend was ok. Stop over thinking everything and just have fun.” I shook my head, grinning up at Chris. “I’m always going to over think things, it’s who I am.” He laughed, squeezing my hand before he leaned back in his chair.

“Get some sleep, it’s a long flight.”

I nodded, moving around in my seat so I could get comfortable before I closed my eyes, letting sleep consume me.

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[fanficfaeriesmodernaulibrary]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel, Captain America (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Rogers/Reader Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, Vision (Marvel), Tony Stark Additional Tags: Fluff, Romance, Alternate Universe - College/University, Artist Steve Rogers Summary:

College AU. Every senior art student is required to put together an art show at the end of the year to graduate and you couldn’t be more excited. However, your excitement dwindles when last minute changes are made and you’re forced to share your art show with a random student.

[wordlesscaptain]

Paint the Town: Part 1 (Steve x Reader)

Pairing: Artist!Steve Rogers x Artist!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k+

Warnings: language

Summary: College AU. Every senior art student is required to put together an art show at the end of the year to graduate and you couldn’t be more excited. However, your excitement dwindles when last minute changes are made and you’re forced to share your art show with a random student.

A/N: I’m back from the dead and I’ve just been itching to write. I shamelessly wanted to relive my college days...so this fic is based loosely off of my own experience. It’s very heavy on how American college works, so I apologize if there’s anything that’s confusing! Also, this is mostly just setting up the story, so no Steve as of yet. But we’ll see him very soon~

Series Masterlist

Part 1 | Part 2 |

The distinct smell of oil paint and turpentine filled the air. You breathed in deeply with a smile on your face. Boy, had you missed the smell of all of those chemicals. You didn’t have the chance to paint at all during the summer because of your summer job, so you were more than eager to get a brush in your hand.

You opened the door to the painting classroom and picked out an easel that you would claim for the rest of the year. The easel—and everything else for that matter, the floor, the walls, the shelves, the sink—was covered in splotches of color. Everything showed a glimpse of all the other artists that shared this space before you.

You were no stranger to this room. You had left your fair share of paint scattered across the room. Although, you couldn’t necessarily point out a specific speck, you knew your handiwork was somewhere. It was comforting to know that this room held a piece of you in some way.

Soon your professor began the class and went over the syllabus and general goals for the semester. Being that this was an advanced painting class only for seniors, the overall goal was to work on pieces for your individual art show at the end of the year. You had been looking forward to that art show since freshman year. You constantly ran through different ideas and concepts for pieces you could put in the show and now all of those ideas could become a reality. It was an opportunity to finally showcase your talents without the distraction of other classmates. In a way, it was a chance to prove to the faculty and your classmates that you had grown as an artist over the years. It was definitely a daunting task.  Reserving the gallery, installing the paintings, promoting your show, and then actually having people to show up was nothing to laugh at. Not to mention, creating enough artwork to fill an entire gallery space.

You had heard horror stories from previous art students before you who hadn’t gotten enough artwork completed and weren’t allowed to graduate. It wasn’t a surprise that happened to students every year. Being seniors, students were left to their own devices. They were expected to motivate themselves and keep up a consistent schedule to get the work done. You didn’t consider yourself to be a lazy person, so that eased your worries.

Your professor ended the class by instructing everyone to bring blank canvases, brushes, and paints to the next class in addition to a few rough ideas for your individual art shows. You already had a million ideas buzzing around in your head and you couldn’t wait to bring them to the next class.

You picked up your backpack and slung it over your shoulder. You made your way out of the art building and started walking towards your apartment when you felt your cell phone buzz. You looked down at the notification on the screen.

NAT: Wanna get lunch?

YOU: Sure!

NAT: Meet us at the quad.

YOU: Us?

NAT: Wanda’s joining.

YOU: Okay! See you soon.

You shoved your phone in your back pocket and made your way to the main part of campus. Once you reached the quad, you looked around for any sight of your redheaded friend. You saw someone waving their hands frantically and smiled.

“Hey,” you greeted.

“Hey,” Natasha and Wanda said with smiles as they engulfed you in a hug.

“So, where do you want to eat?” you asked the age old question.

“I know the perfect place,” Natasha smirked.   

—

“Ugh, this was such a good decision,” you groaned into your burger.

“I beg to differ,” Wanda grumbled, poking around at the fries on her plate with a fork.

“Burgers are an American classic. What’s not to love?” Natasha asked.

“The burgers are fine, it’s the people that work here that I have a problem with,” she explained.

“Oh, I’m pretty sure you love the waiter more than the burgers,” Natasha smirked.

“You knew he worked here, didn’t you?” Wanda accused. Natasha just shrugged.

You couldn’t help but stifle a laugh. Wanda had been crushing on a guy named Vision ever since freshman year, but never had the courage to make a move. They had the same major and a lot of classes together, so they saw a lot of each other. Natasha pushed her relentlessly, but Wanda never budged.

“C’mon, Wanda. It’s our senior year!” Natasha exclaimed. “We have to make it memorable.”

Wanda shook her head. “Y/N, help me out here,” she pleaded.

“I don’t think I can,” you shrugged.

“You’re right,” Natasha said. “You’re in the same boat as Wanda.”

“What?” you asked through mouthfuls of your burger, your brows furrowing.

“You’ve spent every year of college so far in that damn art building.”

“Yeah, that’s where my classes are,” you retorted.

Natasha rolled her eyes. “And this year, your final year, you decided to move into an apartment by the art building. Which is a good 20 minute walk from the rest of campus.”

“I don’t see a problem with that. Most of the senior art students move there their final year,” you responded.

“You’re so far from the rest of civilization. You’re going to be cooped up in that art building all year and miss out on everything else happening on campus,” Natasha explained.

“I asked you two if you wanted to move in with me, and you said no, so-”

“We couldn’t move out there,” Wanda interrupted. “You know who lives over there.”

“Art students?” you replied flatly.

“No, the frat boys.”

Oh, right. The frat boys. You had momentarily forgotten about all of them. It was the beginning of the school year, so they weren’t out in full force yet. But it was true, the apartment you chose to live in for the next year was surrounded by fraternities. They called it “Frat Circle”. There were about five fraternities clumped together and your apartment was located in the heart of them. You thought you’d be able to endure living there if it meant you were close to the art building. All you really wanted was to be close enough to your art studio so you could work tirelessly on pieces for your art show.

“Do you remember what happened the last time you went to a frat party?” Natasha asked.

“No, because I’ve never been to one,” you answered.

“Exactly,” she responded.

“You’re going to die out there,” Wanda added.

“Well, I don’t plan on interacting with any of them so I’ll be fine,” you reassured.

“Oh no, no, no,” Natasha scolded. “You have to interact with them. How else will you make your senior year memorable?”

“Uhh, I’m pretty sure I can find a couple of ways that don’t involve sleazy frat boys,” you replied.

“You’re no fun,” Natasha huffed.

You shrugged nonchalantly and focused on finishing the rest of your burger. Now that the conversation had died down, Natasha and Wanda did the same. You three sat in silence until Natasha spoke up.

“You know, there’s got to be at least a hundred guys living over there. Just talk to one. That’s all I’m asking.”

“Nat-”

“Y/N, I-” she paused. “Listen. I just don’t want you to look back years from now and regret not doing more.”

You sighed. She was right. You had really only focused on school and didn’t do much else up to this point. There was absolutely nothing wrong with focusing on school—that was the whole reason you were at college in the first place. But maybe she was right. If you looked back, would you be disappointed with yourself?

“Fine,” you grumbled. “But under one condition.”

“Name it.”

“Wanda has to talk Vision.”

“No-” Wanda whined.

“Deal,” Natasha beamed.

—

You were now a couple of weeks into the new school year. Classes had finally picked up and you were extremely busy, but the good kind of busy. It was manageable and not too overbearing. You enjoyed that you could finally get back into the rhythm of school. You were making great progress with your senior art show as well. Your professor had looked over your initial thoughts and ideas and helped you form a cohesive plan. Since you had gotten everything finalized, next week you were allowed to actually start on the paintings for your show. You were just itching with excitement. But that all changed when you opened your email and saw there was an email marked urgent from the art department themselves. That was never, ever a good sign.

You took a deep breath and opened the email, reading it slowly.

Dear Y/N Y/L/N,

We regret to inform you that due to an administrative error, senior art students will no longer be able to have individual art shows at this time. To accommodate the error, we have decided to pair each student up with another student. The faculty and staff have worked hard to match students whose artistic styles and strengths would complement each other.

We are pleased to announce that your partner for your upcoming art show is Steve Rogers. Please reach out to them at your earliest convenience.

Sincerely,

The Art Department

Well, that was a surefire way to ruin your day.

Part 2

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Sexiled (Part 21/23) ~ Steve Rogers x Reader ~ College!AU

A/N: Hi my lovelies! Happy Friday!  

Summary: Finals hell is upon them. Nothing ever goes to plan. 

Characters/Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader; others mentioned 

Rating: T

Warnings: Language probably, nothing really though. smidges of frustration. mostly FLUFF 

Word Count: 1375

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You really did wish that you could have stayed in that moment with Steve forever. Especially when you were catapulted right back into the final push for the semester as soon as you got back on campus.

On the plus side, Steve had toured Professor Erskine’s lab and fallen in love. He’d asked to start volunteering before they finished the visit and Erskine was thrilled to have him. Steve didn’t stop beaming for days. Although he wouldn’t officially start until next semester, he went in twice a week until classes ended for some trainings, which further limited your time together.

You were both so burnt out after classes ended, that the first day of the study period you binge watched the entirety of the Witcher without moving, only taking bathroom breaks.

On the second day of the study period, hour thirteen of studying you got asked a question that stopped you in your tracks.

“Will you go on a date with me?”

You looked up from your biology textbook in open confusion. “I’m sorry. What?”

“Will you go on a date with me?” the blonde asked with a grin.

You rolled your eyes and went back to your notes. “I think you’ve been studying too long.”

“Come on,” he pouted. “I’m serious.”

You put your highlighter down and stared at him.

“Steve. We’ve been dating for like two months.”

“I know.” He grinned. “But in all that time, I haven’t taken you on a proper date.”

“Huh,” you hummed as you thought about it. “I guess you’re right.”

“It’s a travesty really. So what do you say? Can I take you on a proper date?”

You cocked your head as you considered it.

“Hmm. I don’t know.”

“Please, sweetness.”

“I’d love to,” you finally agreed.

“Yes!”

You held up a finger to halt his celebrations.

“But not until after finals.”

His smile didn’t dim in the least.

“Deal.”

Over the course of the week, Steve would mention the upcoming date whenever he needed a study break, but refused to give any details.

“So what should I wear for our first date? Since you won’t tell me where we’re going,” you pouted at him two days before it would take place.

“Something nice.”

“Nice like I wore to the ballet or nice like I wore to meet your mom?”

“Hmm. Like what you wore to the ballet.”

“Ooh, so you are taking me someplace fancy.”

“Maybe. Or maybe I just like seeing you all dolled up.”

“If you take me to the dining hall while I’m in my favorite dress, I am going to be so mad at you.”

He laughed long and loud, but shook his head.

“I promise it’s not the dining hall.”

“No other hint though? Please?” You batted your eyelashes at him, but to no avail.

“Not even a little one.”

“Fine,” you huffed, leaning back in your seat.

“I promise it will be worth your while.”

“Spending time with you always is.”

After turning in your final writing portfolio, you were finally able to focus all of your attention on the Chemistry final. A group of eight of you met up in the library the day before the exam to review. As the day turned to night they packed it in one by one, until it was just you and Steve. It was well after three when the two of you finally called it quits.

“That is all of the information my brain can take in,” you groaned as you shut your binder.

“Same here,” Steve yawned, rubbing at his eyes. “We should try and get some sleep.”

“Probably a good idea.” You agreed nodding off in between words.

“Uh uh. Not here, sweetness,” he nudged you to your feet. “Come on. Pack up your stuff let’s get back to the dorm.”

Forgoing your usual organization, you shoved all of your study materials haphazardly into your backpack and slung it over your shoulder, blinking rapidly as you stood.

You were glad for the cold when you stepped outside of the library. It woke you up enough that you weren’t stumbling over your feet. Nevertheless, Steve took your hand, making sure to keep you on the inside of the sidewalk as you made the fifteen minute walk back to your dorm.

Unsurprisingly, there were a lot of people still awake as you made your way to the elevators. Some were cramming for exams while others were celebrating being done. You rolled your eyes at a group of particularly rambunctious fraternity pledges.

“So your room then?” he chuckled when you automatically pressed the button for your floor.

“Oh sorry. Did you want to go to yours?” you mumbled.

“No, it’s fine.”

“I just know Nat’s done with finals so she won’t be studying. She has an early-ish flight so she should be sleeping. But even if she’s still packing I’m tired enough to pass out with a strobe light,” you rambled.

Steve simply nodded.  

You had just reached your door and were about to slot your key in when you heard a low grunt followed by a moan.

“Damn it,” you groaned.

“My room it is then.”

“Let’s go.”

You shuffled past the crowded common room back towards the stairs.

“Please tell I’m seeing things,” you almost cried.

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” he growled when he sported the sock on the door.

“Our friends suck.”

“Alright, come on. Let’s go to our spot at least then we’ll be close to the exam room.”

“Fine. Stupid horny roommates,” you grumbled under your breath.

You were relieved to find your usual study spot empty. Quickly shedding your hat, gloves, and parka, you flopped onto the sofa and pulled out your phone to set approximately thirty alarms for a mere three hours later.

Steve followed suit, settling for three alarms before slinging his arm around your shoulder and pulling his coat over the both of you.

“Good night, sweetness.”

You were already asleep.

“Come on, sweetness. Time to get up. The exam starts in an hour,” Steve murmured shaking you shoulder gently.

“Go away,” you groaned.  

“No can do. But I have coffee to make you feel better.”

The smell of coffee started to penetrate your brain.

“Gimme,” you mumbled blindly reaching for the cup.

When you didn’t feel it in your hand and heard a low chuckle, you opened your eyes to glare at him.

“Gotta sit up for me.”

“You know you were a lot less annoying the last time I was sexiled.”

“And you were a lot nicer then. You called me cute. Maybe you were right about un-caffeinated y/n.”

You pulled yourself up into a sitting position as requested and Steve handed you the coffee. After two long pulls, you started to rejoin the land of the living.

“Thank you, handsome.”

“So I’ve been upgraded from cute to handsome. I’ll take it.”

You swatted at him weakly. “Can we take a nap after all this?”

“Absolutely.”

A few more sips and you were mostly awake, and you finally noticed the logo on the coffee cup. “Did you walk all the way back to the tower for this?”

“Nah, I guilted Bucky into bringing it since he sexiled us.”

“Ooh good call,” you commended.

“He apologizes by the way. Since we said we were going to sleep early, he assumed we were in your room.”

You hummed your acknowledgment, too tired to really care.  

The two of you enjoyed a few quiet moments as you drank your coffee and the floors below started to fill up.

“We have less than three hours until we finish our first semester of college,” you remarked.

“That’s crazy. It’s been a hell of a semester.“

You patted Steve’s thigh absently.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Steve asked as he covered your hand with his.

“I’m just so glad Nat sexiled me that night.”

Steve’s smile was soft, almost lazy as he responded. “I am too.”

“I’m less glad she sexiled me last night. This couch killed my back.”

Steve chuckled low in your ear.

“I’ll fix it for you later.”

“My hero.”

You planted a quick peck on his lips before pushing yourself to your feet.

“Come on. I want to get my spot.”

“Yes ma’am.”

A/N: Thank you so much for reading. I hope you enjoyed! Two more parts to go. lots of fluff and fun. 

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[marvelous-avengers]

Hello there! Congratulations on the 1k! That’s absolutely phenomenal and you deserve every one of them. I would love to join your challenge as a writer. Could I have 3. “You’re ridiculous.” “Yes, but I’m your ridiculous.” with Steve? I’ll be posting the fic on my writing blog @wordlesscaptain

hi yes! i would love it if you joined! i am so excited to see what you write!

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TAGLIST CLEAN-UP! :)

Hello, loves!

So, as you all know, I’ve been having a bitch time trying to get everyone in my taglist to receive notifications when I post! I’ve also been stressed out about tagging a bunch of people and either not hearing from them, or wondering if they even know I posted!

Therefore, after some review (and some whining to @bettercallsabs and @itsanerdlife) I’ve decided that it’s time!

I am going to be cleaning up my taglists!

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Quick, simple, and easy!

There are a lot of new tags, so I am going to be fairly chill about this and give everyone a few days (Wednesday) before the new taglist goes into effect!

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20 Questions Tag

Tagged by @wordlesscaptain  Thank you, I’m never tagged in those things!

Rules: answer 20 questions and tag 20 people you want to know better.

1. Nickname: Little Duck by my mom

2. Zodiac Sign: Aquarius

3. Hogwarts House: no clue at all, never took any tests. I’d say Hufflepuff from the books.

4. Height: 5′2″ / 160cm

5. Last thing I googled: dental emergencies (yeah, it’s been a shit week)

6. Favorite musicians: it changes too often

7. Song stuck in my head: Neverending Story, thank you Stranger Things

8. Followers: 362 (weeded out 7 porn bots checking)

9. Following: 215

10. Do you get asks: sometimes, by creepy old guys

11. Amount of sleep: 7 hours (which isn’t enough, I need at least 8)

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13. What are you wearing: skinny jeans and a blue and white teeshirt

14. Dream job: egyptologist. But the studies were way too loooong

15. Instruments: the flute in school

16. Languages: French as first language, English, bad Spanish

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18. Random fact: I’m Asexual

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20. Dream trip: New-York

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Weekly Reading List 36

Weekly Recommendations get posted every Saturday. All stories are character x reader unless otherwise stated. Graphic by the awesome @wonders-of-the-multiverse.

How do my rec lists work? Why did my story not make it on the list?

Tropes AU Persephone Part 9/Part 10/Part 11 by @kaunis-sielu Steve Rogers Time by @fanfictionamerica Steve Rogers Something is Starting Right Now by @spiderneds Tony Stark Just A Joust by @mss4msu Steve Rogers  Brooklyn Boss by @izawrites Steve Rogers  Savior Part 13 by @spidermanswifi Steve Rogers What's Love Among Gods? by tonyscaps Stony Steven G. Rogers: Sugar Daddy by marykathryn30  Steve Rogers

Soulmate AU Coming into Focus by @ilovethings-somuch Chris Evans

Daddy!Character You Got Me Part 1-8 by @itsanerdlife Peter Parker

A/B/O Dynamics Stetsons and Schoolteachers Part 10/Part 11/Part 12 by @not-close-to-straight Stony Shield Saga Interlude by Politzania

Modern AU Boundaries Part 17 by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord Steve Rogers  Paint the Town by @wordlesscaptain Steve Rogers Take A Chance by @themusicplayedherlife Steve Rogers Falling For Crime by @bettercallsabs Stucky The CEO Part 2 by @princess-evans-addict Steve Rogers An Academic Love Story by @shitty-imagines-95 Stony  Try Again by @shayla-markele Steve Rogers Someone Like You Part 4 by @mywritingsblog Steve Rogers Aurora Part 6/Part 7 by @prettyyoungtragedy Steve Rogers How Long Will I Love You by @a-splash-of-stucky  Steve Rogers Say Yes by @indominusregina Steve Rogers  Papa by naths Stony Foot, meet mouth by itsallAvengers Stony The Problem With Communication by itsallAvengers Stony The Best Thing by winterstony Stony

Avengers Steve Rogers Absolutely Smitten by @bloodiedskirtts Frozen Soldiers by @fandomfindings Carvings by @mybearyarmy Orange is the New Black by @buckysforeverprincess Where Do We Go From Here by @young-and-bitchy Promposal by @emilyevanston with Peter Parker Warrior Daughter Part 11 by @tilltheendwilliwrite Be All You Can by Part 11/Part 12/Part 13 by @goodnightwife Content by @indominusregina Obedient by @tilltheendwilliwrite NSFW Everything I Thought I Would Never Have by @becaamm Picket Fences by @valkyrieinabottle Sexiled Part 5 by @i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend Who I’ve Been Part 3 by @captain-ariel-barnes Revelations In Ice by @barnesrogersvstheworld Here For You by @kayla-of-shield Swipe Right Part 4 by @emilyevanston The Spark Within Epilogue by @beccaanne814

Tony Stark

Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes I Can Still Remember Just the Way You Taste by @winchesterswantmypie NSFW Vermont Vacation by @hopes-archer Perfect Memories by @until-theend-oftheline Sky and Sea by @hcwlingccmmandcs Inner Child by @acreativelydifferentlove

Steve Rogers x Tony Stark Coughs and Cuddles by @onedustyboi La Vi En Rose by @lesbianpcarter Something Borrowed, Something Blue by @lesbiansassemble Thunderstruck by @fangirlkittenwrites 'Til Death Do Us Part by itsallAvengers Guess Who by starksnack On Top of the World by starksnack If You're Happy and You Know It.. by starksnack Tony's Heart by neverthelessthesun

Steve Rogers x Tony Stark x Bucky Barnes

Law and Order: SVU Rafael Barba It Was Always You by @stvckoncarisi Roadtrip with Rafael by @madpanda75 Shelter by @bullet-prooflove Banana Pancakes by @im-way-too-many-fandoms Celebrating Sonny by @madpanda75 Watch Your Back Part 10/Part 11 by @obfuscateyummy

RPF Chris Evans Luck by Colors by @sgtevanstan The Long Wait by @forever-rogue The Best Match by chatnoirwritings

OFC Be With You by @tilltheendwilliwrite Tony Stark NSFW Qi Flows For Her Part 8 by @tilltheendwilliwrite Stucky

Misc Fandoms Caught by @thegreatficmaster Aaron Hotchner Feint by @trade-baby-blues Leonard McCoy The Golden Bird Part 2 by @annathewitch Eomer Long Way From Home by @specialagentmonkey Tony DiNozzo  Where the Heart is Part 12 by @outside-the-government Leonard McCoy Homecomings by Joules Mer (joulesmer) McKirk

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[ao3feed-buckybarnes]

The Mere Idea of You

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2RRA619

by wordlesscaptain

Steve finds himself drawn to a particular coffee shop in the heart of Midtown and can’t seem to get a certain barista off his mind. | To be read with The Very Thought of You.

Words: 1754, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Captain America (Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Reader

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2RRA619