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imtryingbuck · 5 months

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Green paint

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Summary: babysitting Morgan with Steve gets a little bit out of control.

Word count: 1,637

Warnings: fluff

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“The number for the hotel is this one, the number for the restaurant we’ll be at is here, and this is her physicians numb- Y/n are you even listening?” Pepper asks as she notices you staring off.

“Yeah you said the number for hotel, restaurant and the morgue is on this nice fancy piece of paper”.

“You’re hilarious you know?”

“I know, look Pep it’s not the first time I’ve had the pleasure of babysitting Carly so don’t worry”

“Who the hell is Carly?” Tony asks as he walks in with your boyfriend, Steve.

“Umm your daughter, Pep sorry to tell you this but your husbands losing his mind”

“Doll stop winding them up” Steve chuckles coming over to you.

“I can’t help it, anyways I say this in the most nicest way possible but you two leave, eat food that cost way more than my apartment and top it off by having mind blowing s-“

“Alright alright we’re leaving Jesus Christ” Pepper practically shouts.

Tony hands Pepper her coat and purse as he calls for Morgan to come and say goodbye.

“Be good and we love you” Pepper says kissing her daughters cheek.

“Who me or auntie Y/n?” Morgan asks with her eyebrow slightly raised.

“Both.” Tony laughs.

The moment the door closes Morgan grips your hand in hers and drags you to her play room, talking a mile a minute.

“-then we’ll play dress up and then we’ll play with my dolls and-“

“Morg slow down sweetie” you say chuckling at the six year old.

“-and we’ll have nuggets and fries and…where’s uncle Stevie?”

“I’m here sweetheart, I was getting your juice for you”. He says and sure enough he had a juice box and a drink for the two of you.

“Thanks uncle Stevie”

“You’re welcome, so what’s the plan tonight then girlies?”

As Morgan retells her plans to him you stand and watch as the six foot super solider holds a pink bunny teddy in his hands, getting ready to hold the elephant teddy as Morgan hands them to him. You couldn’t help but take your phone out of your pocket and snap a few photos of him.

“What are you doing pretty girl?” He asks you after being handed the elephant and now crocodile teddy.

“Oh nothing pretty boy” winking at him as his cheeks start to turn a little shade of red.

Playing dress ups were done after 30 minutes as Morgan got bored of it.

Then you three played doctors, it was your turn to be the patient. You only went to the pretend hospital with a really bad tummy ache and left with an amputated leg. Thanks to Doctor Morgan and her assistant Steve - I wouldn’t recommend going there, ever.

Playing with her dolls was over with pretty quickly as all the dolls were tired and needed a nap.

Steve left Morgan’s playroom - which looked more like a toy store - to make dinner for the three of you, leaving you and Morgan sitting on the very comfortable bean bags.

“Auntie Y/n can I ask you something?”

“Of course pudding”

“When will you and uncle Stevie have babies?“

Ah the good old question your asked constantly now you’ve been dating Steve for five years. Explaining to adults was easy, it mainly consists of you telling them to mind their own business - not necessarily that politely - but explaining it to a six year old? That’s new territory, she’s never asked it before.

“I’m not sure sweetheart” is all you can say.

“Do you like babies?”

“No”

“Why?”

“Because they’re smelly”

“I wasn’t smelly” she laughs.

“Morg you was the smelliest baby in the whole world!”

Her cheeks puffed out as the smile grew more and more “no I wasn’t”

“I’m not lying to you”

“Auntie Y/n, where do babies come from?”

Oh boy. This whole conversation was throwing you off.

“Aliens” you even winced at your own reply.

“Aliens?” She raises her eyebrow reminding you so much of her father.

“Yep. Aliens come and drop off babies to parents”

“How do they make them?”

This girl was killing you.

“Magic?”

“Magic.” She gives you a deadpan look as you nod.

The second you heard Steve call for you two, you practically ran out of the room.

During dinner Morgan told Steve all about where babies came from and how they were made, his eyes looked over at you and with a straight face you nodded, agreeing with the girl.

“Auntie Y/n uncle Stevie” Morgan’s voice trailed down the corridor.

“What’s up?” You asked as you walked down to where she was.

“It’s time to paint”.

“Oh sweetie I don’t think that’s a good idea” Steve says softly.

It wasn’t. The last time you three painted together things…kinda got a little out of hand. Paint was everywhere. All over the floor, walls and even the ceiling.

Tony and Pepper weren’t happy.

“But please uncle Stevie!”

“Maybe if we do damage control it won’t be as bad as last time?” You asked, the pleading in Morgan’s voice chipped away at your heart.

“Babe, we said that last time”

“It’s okay uncle Stevie. I’ll sit in the corner” you both watch as she walks over to the corner and sits down with a huff.

“I’m not giving in Y/n!”

“Nope neither am I…but she looks so sad”

“Alright fine! But the moment things get out of hand we put everything away okay!”

“Yes yes thank you uncle Stevie your the best”

Steve places a kiss to her forehead and watches as she goes to her paint stand, pulling tub and tub out. “I was talking to you too doll”.

“I’ll behave, scouts honour”.

The three of you had been painting for well over an hour, showing each other your paintings after you finished them.

You were adding the last little bit of detail to your latest masterpiece when you felt something splattering across your face.

“Was…that…what…I…think…it…is” looking up from your work to Steve and Morgan who both sit there trying to contain their laughter.

“I won’t ask again you two”

“It’s paint auntie Y/n” Morgan bursts out laughing.

“I’m sorry doll but she told me to do it”

“Yo-you threw paint at me? Steven!”

“Oh oh you’re in trouble” Morgan sings looking towards Steve.

“Babe, Morgan told me to d-“

You cut him off with flicking your brush at him, leaving pink splashes of paint on his face.

He actually had the audacity to looked shocked whilst you smirked.

Morgan’s laughter filled the whole room but she too falls victim when you and Steve flick paint at her.

All three of you come to a stand-off. Eyes bouncing from one another. Armed and ready with paint. Silently daring each other to be the first one to make a move.

Morgan’s the first one to attack.

Brushes were long gone as hands were going into the larger tubs so you can get your next victim easier.

The screams and laughter fills the whole penthouse.

You stalked towards Morgan who was laughing whilst pleading for you not to get her, you was about to reach out for her when her eyes went wide, bouncing from you and behind you. Her arms went out and she started muttering.

Deciding to look behind you, you see your ever so loving boyfriend smiling at you.

When you see his hands it becomes your turn for your eyes to open wide like saucers and you’re moving away from Morgan.

His hands are dripping in green paint.

"Do not touch me!" You speak lowly.

“I wasn’t”

“I mean it Steve do not touch me!”

“I wasn’t!”

“Back up. Now, Steve!”

Morgan stands there eyes still wide and in fact they somehow grow even more. She doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She’s finding the whole situation funny, her aunt and uncle slowly moving around the room - her auntie trying to escape her uncle whilst he tries to catch her - at six years old she’s smart, she knows that if her uncle puts his green hands on her auntie it’s going to take her auntie forever to get it all off.

“I’m not doing anything baby!”

“Morgan…give me some more paint” Morgan listens and finally moves, going straight for the pink paint. “Thanks sweetie”.

“Babe you’re overreacting, I wasn’t going to do anything”

“Ov-overreacting? How dare you!”

Morgan watches as her favourite auntie and uncle move closer to each other now that Y/n had more paint to her hands. Even though she’s six years old she knows, she knows that after tonight she won’t be seeing the pair for a few weeks.

You and Steve were about to pounce on each other when you feel cold liquid drenching the pair of you.

Shocked you look to the side where Morgan stands with a grimace on her face. The now empty tub of green paint tightly held in her hands.

Before anyone can say anything the door comes open and a scream breaks the silence.

Pepper.

“Oh my… I think I’m having a heart attack!”

The three of you had gotten so carried away with the battle you were in that you didn’t realise how much paint was getting everywhere.

It was so much worse than last time.

So much worse.

“That was so fun auntie and uncle, we should do it again next time”

You, Steve and Morgan are in different parts of the room. Scrubbing and cleaning up all the now dried paint off.

“There’s not going to be a next time” Tony’s voice says but looking around the room you don’t see him. “Top left corner” you could practically hear the eye roll he did.

And that’s when you see it. The camera.

“Back to work!”

~ banner credit goes to @sweetpeapod ~

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mytherapisttoldmenotto · 8 months

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Random imagine I thought of

a/n- so I wrote this super quickly and it’s super cringe

warnings-2 swear words, mention of sex, flirting, rejection, secret bf

story line-your a recruit for the avengers and steve hits on you

“hey what’s the wifi password” Y/n one of the the newest recruit asks

“oh yeah the username is ‘suckon’ no space lowercase ‘thisdick’” Steve says looking her up and down

“Ok thanks.” She says entering the password quickly

“What the fuck ste-“ Nat starts saying but gets interrupted

“Uhh it says password is too short” she says smirking

At that Bucky, your secret boyfriend, accidentally snorts his drink up his nose.

At the end of the class he sneakily walks up to you and gives you a hug.

“Soon, soon we can tell them”

#steve rogers #yn #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #badass reader #jealous Bucky #Bucky Barnes x secret gf #bucky x reader #secret gf #captain america #winter soldier #natasha romanoff #natalia romanova #the avengers #wifi connection #wifi 6e #wifipassword

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 7 months

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boo! surprise bitches! i'm doing kinktober this year! finally doing it! bet you didn't see that one coming, did you hehe 🕸

there is a good mix of both short and long stories coming your way throughout this (and i will also still occasionally post other fics this month that aren't related to this). also, a handful of these fics are darker in nature, thought it was fitting for halloween, so remember to read the warnings, if there's something that's not for you then please, as always, be kind to yourself and don't read the story.

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day one | sore

stepbro!sirius black x cheerleader!reader + dubcon massage

day two | don't smile

steve rogers + throat fucking + size kink

day three | stuffed

devil!eddie munson & angel!steve harrington + tentecles + double penetration in one hole

day four | a little fashion show

best friend!stiles stilinski + lingerie

day five | stay still

peter parker + bondage

day six | hold up, let me record this

jj maybank + tittyfucking + sextape

day seven | the palace guards

guards!poly!marauders x princess!reader + secrets relationship

day eight | it’s practically like we’re down there with them

mob boss!bucky barnes + exhibitionism

day nine | keep that pretty mouth shut

tommy shelby + keep quiet quickie

day ten | I couldn’t find it in me to wake you

poe dameron + somno thigh fucking

day eleven | I just want you a little longer all to myself

matt murdock + secret office sex

day twelve | nothing more than a toy

rafe cameron + using you like a toy to masturbate with

day thirteen | I still got a few rounds left in me

boxer!steve rogers + bathtub sex

day fourteen | open your fucking mouth

dark!wild west cowboy!joel miller + gun kink

day fifteen | tiny

miguel o'hara x fairy!reader + extreme size difference

day sixteen | the wall between us

cult member!steve harrington + fem glory hole + breeding

day seventeen | be a rebel, be bad, stay here and cuddle with me

spencer reid + aftercare

day eighteen | pleasant pile of pillows

brother's best friend!james potter + pillow humping

day nineteen | ring ring

sam winchester x reader x bf!dean winchester + phone sex + cheating

day twenty | window

perv!neighbour!billy russo + voyeurism

day twenty-one | say yes

fiancé!bruce wayne + possessiveness

day twenty-two | i can think of something better than that

bucky barnes + anal

day twenty-three | double check

dark!professor!ben solo + power imbalance + manipulation

day twenty-four | maroon

vampire!remus lupin + biting + blood kink

day twenty-five | i want you

pirate captain!miguel o'hara + sex as payment

day twenty-six | teamwork

pro football team!avengers (bf!steve rogers, bucky barnes, pietro maximoff, clint barton, sam wilson, tony stark, thor odinson) + gangbang

day twenty-seven | my little flower

din djarin + fantasy au + cockwarming

day twenty-eight | hysteria

doctor!aleksander morozova x hysteria patient!reader + historical au + fuck machine

day twenty-nine | can't fight the moonlight

werewolf!bucky barnes x gf!reader + predator/prey + monsterfucking

day thirty | magical mimic

eddie munson x witch!reader + magical mutual masturbation

day thirty-one | you can’t put it in

stepbro!peter parker + halloween pussyjob

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royalsweetteaa · 2 years

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C.E. MASTERLIST

Steve Rogers masterlist

Ransom Drysdale masterlist

Johnny Storm masterlist

Ari Levinson

Oneshots

Blurred lines - Professor!Ari Levinson x student!reader

Summary: your relationship with your social science professor has blurred lines and you start having feelings for him. Question is if the feelings are mutual.

Drabbles

A wanted step - Ari Levinson x reader

Summary: Ari wants you pregnant, but you have yet to have a talk about when you would stop taking your birth control pills.

Jake Jensen

Oneshots

Mama’s boy - sub!virgin!Jake Jensen x mommy!reader

Summary: You take Jake’s virginity and discover he has a mommy kink in the process.

(Idea by @whoore-for-stucky)

Hey, kitty kitty - Jake Jensen x reader

Summary: Jake comes home to a nice surprise from his kitty.

Bryce Langley

Oneshots

Just like animals - soft!dark!Bryce Langley x reader

Summary: You spend your summer vacation with your childhood friend, Bryce Langley, and learn about his new obsession of questioning morals which otherwise really shouldn’t be questioned. How will he respond when you put him to the test?

His sunflower - stepbrother!Bryce Langley x reader

Summary: After a long lasting scandalous ‘friends with benefits’ relationship with your stepbrother Bryce, you decide it’s best to put it to an end, especially now that you have another guy on your love radar.

Drabbles

Perfect like that - Bryce Langley x gf!reader

Summary: You have a body insecurity, particularly with your stomach and Bryce won’t allow it.

Andy Barber

Oneshots

Daddy replacement - sugar daddy!Andy Barber x sugar baby!reader

Summary: Andy takes care of his sugar baby who has daddy issues.

Drabbles

You’re enough - Andy Barber x depressed!reader

Summary: Andy comforts you during your lowest.

COMMON ROOM

One-shots

(threesome/polygamy/love triangle relationship)

Clever compromises - Ransom Drysdale x reader x Jake Jensen

Summary: Yours and Ransom’s sex life is almost non-existent as you’re having a hard time not feeling intimidated by Ransom during sex. He turns to Jake for good advice, but Ransom thinks more than Jake’s helpful words will be needed from him.

Shameless ménage - dark!stepfather!Andy barber x innocent!naive!reader x dark!soft!Johnny Storm

Summary: You live with two men in the house; your stepdad, - Andy Barber who had married your mother before she had passed away, and Johnny Storm, - who Andy is the Godfather of. What you once called a family was turning into a household full of malice intentions.

HCs WITH THE CEVANS CHARACTERS

cevans characters & reaction to sudden affections

(Idea by @silelda )

cevans characters & calling them ‘pretty boy’

cevans characters & catching them crying

cevans characters & life after marriage

(Idea by @femefetalelevelingup )

ce characters & reaction to Y/N flinching

cevans characters & tier list of top/bottom/switch

cevans characters & catching them masturbating

cevans characters & size differences/size kink

cevans characters & reaction to reader teasing them

(Idea by @elle14-blog1 )

cevans characters & loosing your virginity to them

cevans characters & giving your first blowjob

(Idea by @elle14-blog1 )

cevans characters & reader’s first time of using the safe word

(Idea by @elle14-blog1 )

cevans characters & reacting to pregnancy/how they will act during pregnancy period

cevans characters & having a daughter

cevans characters & huge age gap relationship

◼️ DARK HC THEMES ◼️

cevans characters & ignoring the safe word

cevans characters & unhealthy/toxic/dark behaviors

cevans characters & taking virginity of innocent/naive reader

cevans characters & having you as their basement wife trope

AU MASTERLIST

Our little farm - Farm AU ft. Bull hybrid!Ransom Drysdale x reader & bull hybrid!Ari Levinson x reader

Collaboration with @imyourbratzdoll

#masterlist #ransom drysdale #ari levinson #steve rogers #jake jensen #ransom drysdale x reader #steve rogers x reader #ari levinson x y/n #jake jensen x reader #johnny storm #johnny storm x reader #andy barber #andy barber x reader #cevans characters hcs #cevans characters #chris evans x reader #chris evans

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coltrainbat · 1 year

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MASTERLIST

✨Masterlist ✨

READ ME BEFORE YOU REQUEST

Please note I don’t write anything that is illegal or borderline inappropriate. This includes sibling smut, adult baby kink (I dont even know what its called), teacherxstudent relationships and anything else I deem off. I also havent been to high school for many years so even if it’s innocent fluff I do not write HS AUs. If you’re unsure just ask! Can even be anon and if you don’t get a reply to your request then it’s a no. I’m fine with Daddy kink and most sex stuff as long as it doesn't cross lines into over infantilising, acting like an actual baby.

As much as I’d love to sit in my bed all day and write fics... I have a big girl job and answer my requests in order I receive them (lol OCD tings) and I cant start one until the other is done (again sorry OCD tings). So please note there is a 3 week ish turn around for requests at max. And sometimes if I get a good idea I’ll write my own first cause I have to get it out of my head. But if you want updates feel free to message me or I’ll post an update if I get caught up in life!

I’m always up for a chat and am pretty active on here so you’re welcome to talk to me about whatever, ask questions or just chat! Please note it’s an 18+ account and if you don’t specify that I won’t reply.

Ty x

Clover ☘️

Dividers from the brilliant @firefly-graphics 💕

Gifs and images are not mine!

KEY:

☁️ - Fluff 🔥 - Smut/NSFW 🌤 - Platonic

🌧 - Tear Jerker / Sad

🌪 - Angst

SERIES:

COMING SOON: Third Times A Charm | A Chris Evans X RDJ Sister!Reader (description here)

Take Me Home | Nick Vaughan X Reader:

Part 1 - Meet Cute ☁️

Yes, No, Maybe | Chris Evans X Curvy!Reader:

Part 1 - Chris meets you and has to have you. ☁️🌪

Part 2 - your first date. ☁️

Part 3 (Virgin!Reader) - Chris takes your virginity 🔥☁️

Bubba | Dad!Chris Evans X Pregant/Mom!Reader):

Part 1 - You tell Chris he’s going to be a dad for the first time. ☁️🌧

Part 2 - Protective!DadChris ☁️

IMAGINES/ONE SHOTS & HEADCANONS:

Chris Evans

You’re Mine (Curvy!Reader) - You’re Chris’s FWB and you wonder if you’re the only one 🔥☁️

All Worth It (Curvy!Reader) - You and Chris go public with your relationship. ☁️

Chris Evans Alphabet (Curvy!Reader) - smut implied but mainly fluff. ☁️

Chris Evans Alphabet NSFW - 🔥

What A Girl Wants - You’re a str!pper and Chris wants you for the night. 🔥

Happiest Man Alive - You’re a florist and Chris proposes at the Oscars ☁️

No One Disrespects Chris’s Girl - A journalist insults you to Chris’s face. 🌪

Best Birthday Ever (Curvy!Reader) - You usually dread your birthday but Chris has a surprise in stall. ☁️

Bed. Now. - Finals week has hit but Chris wants you to sleep. ☁️

Boston Boy Documentary - Your segment in Chris’s documentary. ☁️

Can’t Believe They’re Real - Chris is an ass guy but with tits like yours he cant help be obsessed. 🔥

Favourite Pillows - Chris’s favourite pillows are conveniently on your chest. ☁️

My Angel (Model!Reader) - You’re a Victoria Secret Angel ☁️

Because I Want You - Your bestie, Chris gets a bit jealous... ☁️🌪

Cookie - Baking cookies doesnt go as planned. ☁️🔥

High On You - You and Chris enjoy a joint together. ☁️

I’m in Chwarge (Blurb) - No one tells you whhat to do besides Chris ☁️🔥

Tik Tok Leggings - You could say Chris likes your new leggings… 🔥☁️

Eat Shit Ransom - You’ve got a huge crush on Ransom 🌪☁️

Pork or Pasta? - You meet Chris for the first time but arent so sure about him... 🌪☁️

Mint Condition - Captain America Roleplay 🔥

Sexiest Girl Alive (Curvy!Reader) - You get hate for your body and Chris comes to your defence. 🌪☁️

Headcanon!Chris Evans - Chris start to cheer his gf up. How? With stupid cheesy pick up lines ☁️

Steve Rogers

I’m The Captain Now - Taking Steve’s virginity 🔥

Off to College - You & Steve send your little girl off to College ☁️🌧

Family Matters - Steve’s sister dies 🌧🌤

Roped Up - Steve ties you up 🔥

Soxs - You get Steve a cat to help with his nightmares. ☁️

Prettiest Girl In The World (PreSerum!Steve X Plussize!Reader) - Steve thinks you’re the best even if you don’t. 🔥☁️🌧

Get A Life - Shortsized!Reader working for Bruce Banner as a lab assistant and Steve has a total crush on her. ☁️

Frank Adler

Disneyland - You and Frank take Mary to Disney ☁️

Put It On My Tab - Frank introduces Female Bartender!Reader and introduces her to his niece. ☁️

Andy Barber

What To Wear (Curvy!Reader) - Andy helps you find a shirt that fits for your date night. ☁️

Sparks Fly - Soulmate AU ☁️

You’re Sick (Blurb) ☁️

Our Home - Laurie shows up unannounced. 🌪☁️

Knock Knock - You surprise Andy at work. 🔥

Lloyd Hansen

You’re Not Sorry - You act like a brat but Lloyd is going to make you pay for it. 🔥🌪

Ari Levinson

I’ll Take Care of You - Ari is married to your sister but he has you on on his mind. 🔥

Neighbours - You get very friendly with your neighbour, Ari. 🔥

Ransom Drysdale

Good Bunny - Ransom wants to explore the hole God can’t see... 🔥

Liam Hemsworth

Nostalgia - You and Liam reunite but its a little different now. ☁️🌪

#chris evans fics #chris evans masterlist #chris evans fan fiction #chris evans fanfic #Chris Evans fandom #chris evans x reader

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sleepisaturn · 2 years

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the beard needs to go

PAIRING—steve rogers x gf!reader

SUMMARY—You badly want to be the one who shaves Steve's beard off

WARNINGS—pure fluff, allusions to sexy times but no actual smut, the plot is mostly about Steve's beard lol

A/N—random but this was inspired by that scene of Me Before You where Will let's Lou shave his beard, also that movie will never not break me , pure heartbreak! 😭😭

In the bathroom, infront of the mirror as the morning sun rose, the couple found themselves in a very difficult situation, well you found it difficult.

" do we have to? "

" we have to ... "

" but I love your beard! and it's great in the bedroom! " You whined while cupping his face, his beard slightly tickling the palm of your hands. You sat on the counter, back against the mirror as Steve's hands rested on your hips.

" so you just love it because it makes the sex good? " Steve asked with a laugh, teasingly while tilting his head on the side.

" of course not, I love it because it makes you and the sex hotter " You reply with enthusiasm and a teasing grin in return as Steve chuckles back.

" glad to know, but unfortunately it has to go, so say goodbye because I'm shaving it tonight baby " He said with fake sadness in his tone as he sighs while cupping your face and giving your soft lips a long kiss.

" nooo! at least let me shave it "

" absolutely not "

" oh come on! please babe?? " you beg lightly while doing puppy dog eyes paired with your cute lips pouting hoping to persuade the super soldier.

" yeah that's not working " He exits the bathroom leaving you pouting as you sit on the counter top.

" bring me coffee! " You shout as you hear the bedroom door close. Steve's always the one who makes breakfast and your favorite coffee will always be the one made by him.

The rest of the day goes on with you trying your best to persuade Steve to let you shave his beard. Even as the two of you drank the morning coffee you still annoyed him with the question of let me shave off your beard?

The couple chose to go to a mall, having a mall date for the rest of the afternoon. You bought some clothes for both Steve and yourself even if he insisted he didn't need any more clothes. You even bought a couple pairs of lingerie that you knew he would enjoy, secretly that is for the surprise effect. Steve bought a couple of art supplies, hoping to start painting more for the rest of his technically retirement days.

You and Steve chose to eat at a pizza shop that wasn't too busy, a big plate of cheesy pizza paired with two glasses of cold cola.

" my beard so long I have to pick food out of it "

" I could pick the food out of it for you! "

" you're joking "

" I'm totally joking " You say with a laugh as you continue taking a bite out of your cheesy pizza slice.

Steve was washing the dishes after dinner, the plain white tee he wore getting splashed a bit by the water. He turned off the faucet as he had done half of the dirty dishes.

" Oh Steve~ " You say in a sing-song tune as you untie your robe in which you had nothing underneath catching the blonde Captain who was washing the dishes off-guard, the dirty dishes now abandoned.

He quickly captures your lips with a deep moan as you giggle, almost stumbling back with the impact of his large body. His large hands immediately held on tightly to your waist, lifting you up with no effort as he leads the two of you to the bedroom.

As you calm your breath after the great countless orgams, you rest your head on his bare chest with a smile while your hands wrap around his torso and his arms wrap automatically around your shoulders. The two of you smile with bliss as the two of you even out your breathings, still a bit red and sweaty from the tiring activity.

" You did that to convince me to let you shave my beard didn't you? " Steve says after a couple minutes with a little laugh at the end. He gripped your form tighter as his head rested on top of yours.

" would you let me shave it now? " Of course it wasn't about that but your eyes are still filled with hope as you ask him about shaving his beard. You were sad he wants it gone but you should be atleast the one to get rid of it.

" fine, I'll let you "

" I love you "

" I love you too " He replies kissing you back as you smile with his lips attached to yours.

The two were back to the position they were the previous morning after getting dressed, not the one they did on the bed much to Steve's dismay but he did find it cute how much you wanted to be the one to shave his beard and so he caved. It gave him a big domestic feeling as he looked down on your hands that were applying shaving cream.

" you're really going to do it? " Steve asked but saying it as more of a fact as you were done applying the shaving cream on half his face.

" I—I'm really gonna do this " you say nervously as you get rid of the brush you used to apply the cream for his beard. You giggle with nervousness as you slowly inch the razor closer to his face.

" just don't shave my eyebrows off, baby "

" trust the professional Rogers "

" I'm serious, don't " he said sternly but with an obvious hint of playfulness as he points a finger at you in which you point elsewhere going back to focusing on the task at hand.

He closed his eyes, his brows furrowed slightly but relaxing a second later. He trusts you with his life, completely but maybe not much on shaving his beard.

You smile in victory as you successfully shaved a part of his beard in one stroke, a bit of a stubble left behind as his beard was quite thick. Steve opened his eyes a couple times, seeing you so concentrated that the tip of your tongue stuck out made him smile in which you grumble that his smile made you distracted.

Many trips of the razor to the bowl of water, you completely shaved off the two years worth of beard that Steve grew out. You grin widely with your success, putting down the razor on the counter as you made Steve open his eyes.

" please tell me you didn't shave my eyebrows off " He asked teasingly, looking at you before looking at himself in the mirror. Traces of shaving cream left that he carefully wiped away using a clean cloth.

" nice job, doll " He said with a big smile that could reach his ocean blue eyes and continued with a quick peck to your lips. You smile after the quick kiss as you rest your head on his shoulder. Your hands are sneaking on both his sides, clasping your hands together to give him one big hug.

" I told you baby, a professional "

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chrisevansredbelt · 2 years

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hiiii im like really in the mood for (get ready) like this super underground idea thats totally never been written before of like steve being super protective of reader gf and not letting her on missions but she just thinks he thinks shes not good enough for it,,, pls i love ur writing for frank but i need this for steve

I’ll Be Here

IM IN A STEVE MOOD TOO. i think it’s all the new chris content coming out.

pairing: steve rogers x reader

warnings: suggestive themes, a bit angsty. steve is kind of a dick. mention of peggy. happy ending!

summary: refer to request^^ this is a bit of a long one <3

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Blinking your eyes awake at the ruckus occurring in your bedroom, you rolled over on your side to find your hunk of a boyfriend zipping up his duffel.

Using all the strength you currently had so early in the morning, you sat up, tilting your head with a small pout.

“Leaving already?” You asked, just as Steve turned around.

It seemed you had scared him at first, but he soon smiled softly as he welcomed one of his favourite sights.

As he chucks his duffel by the door, you shuffle closer to him on the bed and lean up to kiss him as he bends over slightly to connect his lips to yours.

“Sorry I woke you.” He mutters against your lips and you scoff, raising a soft hand to his freshly shaven cheek.

If you hadn’t know any better, with the way he pampered himself before every mission, you would’ve thought he was trying to impress another woman. But you did know better and you knew that it was all just part of his captaincy and professionalism.

“You’re supposed to wake me.” You tell him. You would never let him leave for a mission without saying goodbye first. Never.

He shakes his head, nodding out the window that only just saw a glimpse of the sun about to rise, “It’s too early, I was just gonna leave a note.”

“I don’t care.” You tell him sternly, but kiss his lips softly so that he knows you’re not mad at him or anything. Thinking back to his schedule and the rundown of his missions that you’d peaked at earlier this week, you remember this one to be the longer one of the bunch that he was given. “It’s a long one, huh?” You ask, even though you already knew. Instead of answering your question, Steve’s mind wanders and he smiles at you cheekily, making you slap his chest softly, “Pervert.”

“Only 3 days.” He finally answers, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. Tuh, only 3 days. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

Suppressing your current emotions, you just smile up at him, caressing your thumb over his chin, “I’ll be here.”

By the time he gets back, you probably will be in bed still. They hardly came back at a reasonable time. Either early hours of the morning or almost reaching midnight- no in between.

Taking your hand in his own, he softly starts to tug on your arm, “Walk me out?” You don’t know why he even bothered asking, the answer was always going to be yes.

You quickly slipped on some slippers before interlocking your hands back with his and walking him to the quinjet.

It was a full team mission this one, so practically everyone was already up and about, ready to go. Except you, of course. No, you didn’t attend to missions as much as you would like… at all, actually.

All you did was clean up the compound, restock it and make sure everyone’s laundry was folded and in their respective locations. You weren’t the maid- you were actually Tony’s lab assistant… but no one really needed much of your assistance so you resorted to up keeping the compound.

You helped out Tony and Bruce every so often, but they rarely needed your help. And they liked you too much to let you go and you ended up dating Steve so you stuck around. You still get paid, for what, you’re not exactly sure… maybe stocking up the lab every week. But, hey, you’re really not complaining. Well, not yet at least.

Besides, you’re not always alone. It’s not all the time that everyone attends the same mission- they’re kind of rare. Sometimes Vision will stick around, Clint, Bruce, Tony. Unfortunately for you, Steve is almost always there. He is the captain after all.

Entering the quinjet with Steve, you appear extremely out of place. In nothing but your white nightie dress and your flower patterned slippers, whilst everyone else had leather and bulletproof suits on. You stuck out like a sore thumb.

You scan the jet as per usual, eyes bouncing off every surface. Steve loads his bag into the compartment above before turning to you with a heavy sigh.

You smile up at him then, smoothing out his hair and wiping the small spec of dust that had landed on the star of his suit, “Come back in one piece, will you?” You ask jokingly, a running saying between the two of you every time he leaves. Bucky rolls his eyes every time he hears it.

Smiling, he presses one final kiss to your awaiting lips, “I’ll try.”

“Big explosion! Boom. Boom. Cap runs in, bonk, bonk- that’s his shield. Shing!” Sam retells the events of the mission, clearly exaggerating from the way everyone at the table shakes their heads and rolls their eyes.

You wouldn’t know. You weren’t there. But you wish you had been. It seemed fun.

They had come back early this morning, all of them in chipper moods as they came off the jet. It wasn’t unusual for this to happen, with a time like that, things were bound to go well. But it was the inside jokes and whispers that piqued your curiosity every time it happened.

You would be lying if you said you didn’t feel left out sometimes. Sometimes you’d ask Steve what happened and he’d just say something like ‘Ehhh, it’s hard to explain. You’ll catch on.’ You never do.

Like now, as you sit by Steve at the dinner table, you feel like you’ve just begun reading a classic literature novel.

But the best you can do is smile when necessary and pick at your food. No one asks about your days alone or thanks you for their laundry or how you had organised the pantry by food group.

And so, as Steve gave you a piggy back to your room, you absentmindedly played with the strings of his hoodie while deep in thought.

What if I went on missions?

You were finally needed in the lab. Tony had found something on the mission from yesterday and he wanted you to have a look.

It was some strange substance he had collected from Steve’s shield- said it was the blood of some alien. What exactly Tony wanted to do with it, you had no idea, but it was interesting nevertheless.

It’s silent between the two of you now as he types into his computer and wheels around on his chair. Well, apart from Tony’s mindless humming.

You quickly fill out the sheet of what you need to restock the lab with before putting it aside and looking over at Tony.

“Hey, Tony?” You ask nervously.

“Hey, Y/N,” He mocks back, lifting his head up from his computer and smiling at you.

Smiling back, you pause a bit to consider the delivery of your question, “Is anyone allowed on missions? Anyone that’s trained enough… even if they don’t have a,” You look to his armour in the corner of the lab, “Fancy suit or…” Then to the framed picture of Bruce on one of the walls, “Enhancements.”

Sitting back in his seat now, he gives you a once over, a cheeky grin on his face like he knows something that you don’t.

“You wanna go on missions?” He asks you, having immediately caught on to what you were asking him.

You shrug, suddenly getting flustered, “I don’t know, they seem fun. And I know I’m supposed to ask Fury but… he scares me.”

Tony chuckles, “If Fury scares you, I don’t know how well you’ll do on missions.”

Your eyes widen at your slip up and you shake your head, at the edge of your seat now, “I can do it. Just- Fury is very intimidating.”

He waved his hand to reassure you he was just kidding, “I don’t blame you, even I’m scared of him.” He admits, probably just to make you feel better though. No one scares Tony… maybe Pepper. “If I let you out on the field, who’s gonna stock up the lab?”

“I will.” You say quietly, looking down at the sheet of paper you had easily filled out this morning, “It only takes me like 10 minutes.”

Tony just stares at you then- and you don’t know what he’s thinking. And that makes you nervous. God, to have Wanda’s powers- maybe then you’d be let out on the field too.

“You really wanna go on missions?” He asks and you nod your head eagerly- silently begging and he sighs- how can he say no to that face? “I’ll see if Natasha can train you up.” He says, standing up out of his chair before pointing, “I don’t know how your girlfriend is gonna take this though.”

His last sentence goes in one ear and out the other as you throw your arms around his neck in a tight and very unprofessional hug, “Thank you!”

Natasha was more than happy to train you . Hesitant after first, giving Tony a knowing look but he just nodded at her. You don’t know what that translated to exactly but you didn’t care.

Your first session was literally the next day and you couldn’t have been more excited.

Your session started at 10 and so after you ate a healthy breakfast, you had made your way upstairs to get changed into your gym clothes.

They were practically a relic in your wardrobe since it had been so long since you’d worn them, but they still looked brand new.

Just as you finished getting ready, Steve had entered the bedroom- stopping dead in his tracks at the sight of your ass perfectly emphasised in your leggings.

“Woah,” He lets slip, stepping closer to you as you zip up your gym bag. His hands connect to your ass like a magnet, and he squeezes the flesh in his hands, whispering in your neck, “This is a nice set-“

“Steve!” You crane your neck, his breath tickling your skin and sending shivers all over your body. Spinning around in his grasp, you throw your gym bag over you shoulder and watch as Steve frowns at the lack of contact with your butt, “I can’t be late.” You say, a warning hand on his chest to distance him from yourself.

Eyes trained on your tits, he pulls you to him by your waist, totally overpowering you as you try and push him away, “Sure you can.”

Reaching your clawed hand down, you pinch his dick between your fingers and watch in amusement as he yelps in surprise and you manage to slip from his grip, “Goodbye, Steve.”

Doubled over with his hands over his crotch, he just offers a painful smile and a weak, “Have a good session.”

“Dead.”

You groan, throwing your head back against the mat.

“Dead.”

You wheeze, doubled over on all fours after the wind is knocked from your lungs.

“Dead.”

You roll your eyes, rolling down the wall as Natasha releases her grip on your neck.

“Come on,” She whines- like she’s the one that’s struggling here, “If your wife saw you, he’d be mortified.”

“Natasha, you’re kicking my ass.” You say breathlessly, swallowing a breath as you lean your head against the wall.

“The enemy will do more than just kick your ass.” She says threateningly and you shut your eyes defeatedly. Your chest continues to rise and fall, your neck red from her previous grip, bruises already starting to form all over your body and sweat beads adorning every part of your skin. It’s then that Natasha takes pity on you, clearly having gone a bit too far with this session, “Okay, we’ll wrap up. You did, okay, we’ll do better tomorrow.”

She helps you up off the wall and you limp towards your gym bag, weakly throwing it over your shoulder before heading straight to the recovery room and starting an ice bath.

Steve had missed you today. It was one of the first days where you weren’t readily available or around the compound. You didn’t bring him lunch when he lost track of time from overworking, you weren’t even at dinner because you were recovering from your day long training session.

“Mm Steve.” You groan as he kisses up your body. To him, it just sounded like your usual sound of pleasure, but you were far from pleased. Steve had pressed down on a bruise by your hip and it hurt.

And so, he continues, lifting up your shirt to press kisses up your stomach-

“Oh my God,” His lips on your skin are long forgotten as he peers down at the purple and blue blotches all up your side and rib. All you can do is look up at him as he furrows his brows down at your skin, further pulling your shirt up and searching for more, even more surprised that there are, “What the hell happened? Who did this to you?” He asks, immediately thinking you had been attacked rather than a result of your training session with Nat.

“Nat. From training.” You answered weakly, rubbing your eyes tiredly.

“She’s supposed to train you not beat you up!” From the strain of his voice, clearly concerned, you place your hand over his to calm him down- not that it works much, “Did you spar with her?” He asks and you see the cogs turning in his head, so you’re quick to jam them.

“I need to learn to defend myself somehow.” You shrug, caressing your thumb over the back of his hand. You didn’t just spar with her the whole day. You’d done many sets of workouts and stretches and jogs. But towards the latter of the session, you wanted to see how well you could defend yourself. Big mistake. “I’m fine. I wanted her to do it.” You lie again. But it doesn’t matter. Steve is convinced… and apparently aroused at the idea of Nat on top of you, “Pervert.” You nudge his side with your leg and he laughs, getting off of you and now you furrow your brows.

“Getting some ice.”

You nod gratefully as he exits the room before sighing to yourself. If that was how he reacted to a few bruises, you weren’t eager to find out how he would react to you being put on the field.

“Harder!” Nat yells and you kick her square in the stomach, “Yes! More!” She says weakly, falling to the ground now and bringing you with her. She rolls the both of you around so that you’re beneath her, but with all your mighty strength, you roll the both of you once more so that you’re back on top.

Your hand snakes it’s way to her neck, your legs pin down her own and your knee has her hands planted to the mat.

With her fingers, she taps out. You quickly get off of her, falling to the space beside her with a heavy breath of air as Natasha caresses her sore neck.

Turning her head, she swallows a much needed breath before nodding, “Good.”

With a nervous glance that goes unnoticed, Tony hands Steve the stack of papers fresh from the printer, “Rundown of the missions.”

Steve takes the pages mindlessly, holding them in his lap and reading for all of two seconds before he stops. He blinks his eyes- wondering if it was just way too early in the morning and he’s seeing things. But the words never change.

Looking back up at Tony, Steve can already sense his guilty demeanour. Why else would he be avoiding eye contact, fiddling with his pen and covering his mouth.

“What the hell is this?” Steve asks, holding the paper up.

It’s only then that Tony finally looks at him, switching his gaze from the paper to Steve, buying himself some more time to think of an answer.

“Looks like a rundown of the missions-“

“Why is Y/N’s name on it?” Steve cuts him off before he can finish his smartass reply.

Tony just sighs, deciding to cut the shit and be real with Steve. The less compliant and honest he is, the worse this would probably turn out for you because of the way he riled Steve up. And he didn’t want that.

“Because she’s joining us out on the field.” Tony states, interlocking his hands together on the desk, “She’s trained hard enough and she knows more than enough to help us out. She’s a great addition to the team-“

“Did she ask you for this?” Steve interrupts yet again. Cogs turning and unjamming all throughout his head as Tony speaks. Why is he vouching so hard for you? Unless you begged him with that face that no one could say no to. Only Steve… at times.

Tony states pensively at Steve once more, thinking through his words and how it’ll make Steve react and in turn, how that’ll help your case. Sighing again, Tony shifts in his seat, “I’m assuming she didn’t tell you… Probably because she knew you would react like this.”

Steve practically rolls his eyes, “She’s not going.” He shakes his head firmly, “She’s not ready. She needs at least a year’s worth of training. And not just self defence- she needs agility, speed, flexibility, weaponry, first aid-“

“Just let her go on this one mission, I’ll watch over her-“

“No, anything could happen.”

“Exactly, she could save the day!” Tony exclaims, smiling with his hands in the air. But it does little to lighten Steve’s mood.

“Or die trying.”

Tony drops his arms with a loud and purposeful thud, “Cap, you can’t let your relationship get in the way of how you treat her on the job.”

“This is me not letting my relationship affect work!” Steve defends loudly, “I wouldn’t take a rookie agent so I won’t take my rookie agent girlfriend.”

“But you’re still letting your feelings for her, your want to keep her safe, get in the way.”

“I have a duty to keep all of my team safe- and that includes Y/N.” Steve states, almost robotically as if it’s ingrained in his programming- it probably is, “And if she were to get hurt, I would be at fault. Same as if Bucky was hurt, or Sam or Nat or you.”

Tony finds himself at a loss for anymore points of argument. Steve did have a point- many points. And he was right in that you needed some more training. More than just self defence.

Taking the stray paper that Steve had previously chucked back on the desk, Tony crosses out your name and turns to his computer to also remove you from the mission profile, “Well, you’re telling her the news.”

You rub your forehead frustratedly as you click aimlessly around your computer, eyes bouncing from every corner of the screen as you scan your options and any way to fix your issue.

You’re so immersed in your computer and problem that you don’t even hear when your big, burly boyfriend enters the room. It’s only when he steps closer to you and you feel the vibrations of his feet against the floor that you realise you’re not alone in the room anymore.

“Oh, Steve, I-I need your help.” You plead when you finally see him, not even bothering with a greeting at the moment- there are more pressing matters at hand. “I can’t access this file anymore, but I could like 5 seconds ago and the link was sent to me.” You leave out the fact that it’s part of a mission that you’re finally assigned to.

Instead of helping you fix your problem, he just stands there, looking down at you as you balance your laptop between your chest and the edge of the table.

“You never told me you were training for missions.” He says flatly.

Your head whips up from the screen and you stare at him with slightly wide eyes. He knows.

“I-“ You start, quickly thinking of a lie, “Wanted it to be a surprise.” You fake a smile but it doesn’t meet your eyes. It didn’t matter if it did or not though. He knows.

Without even reacting to your reply, he simply says, “Tony took you off the mission,” Before turning towards his own desk, “That’s why you can’t see the file.”

Your heart falls out of your ass. You spin in your chair, turning to face his desk that’s opposite yours but facing the opposite way as you stare dumbly at his broad back.

You open and close your mouth several times, no words coming out as you feel your emotions start to creep in.

“What?” You finally find the words to say, “Why? Did he tell you?”

A pause.

“I asked him to.”

Another pause.

With his back still turned, he misses the way your face drops at the realisation. His back turned wasn’t meant in any disrespect to you. It was for his own sake. If he saw how hurt you looked, he wouldn’t have been able to confess like he just did.

“Why would you do that?” You ask, voice more softer now as your throat strains.

It’s not a loaded question. But Steve hates the way it sounds. He never thought he’d hear anything like that. That kind of question comes to someone who deeply hurts someone they love. And Steve loves you- he could never hurt you.

Shutting his eyes briefly, he sighs out before mustering up the courage to finally turn around. The second he lays eyes on your heartbroken face, he looks to the ground, “You’re not ready for missions yet, honey-“ He looks back up at you now, “You need at least a years worth of training- more than just self defence and strength- and you need to pass first aid and CPR tests-“

“I-I have passed all of those. I couldn’t work here unless I did.” You inform him. You have the certificates to prove it, “And I’ve been training more than just self defence for years, wh-“ You cut yourself off. 1. getting choked up and 2. realising okay, maybe you haven’t trained as intensely as they would like you to, but it won’t take you a year to get up to speed, “I can do it, Steve.”

“No, you can’t. You’re not ready.”

“Not ready for what? Collecting data from an old base?”

“Anything could happen on these missions! Even if it’s recon or data collection.” Steve shuts you down, and you cower slightly under his authority, “You don’t know how to use any form of weaponry, you’re not fast enough yet, you haven’t been trained to think like the team or on your feet in a way that will save you with the stuff that we encounter.” He lists and with every factor, you just feel your confidence diminish less and less, “Sure, if you get robbed on the street, you’ll be fine. But missions are a lot more than just humans and fists.” You’re silent. You’re not looking at him. Tears threaten to spill over your bottom lashes but you blink them away, “You’re not ready and you’re not risking the lives of others just to play around out there. As your Captain, I will not let you.” That stung, and only infuriated you more, “You’re already taken off the mission so there’s no point in arguing any further.” Icing on the cake. Invalidating your feelings? Telling you what you shouldn’t do?

You barely give him an ounce more of attention as you head for the door. You hear him softly call your name but you ignore it, slamming the door behind you as you head for your old room, tears finally making their way down your face.

Steve felt terrible. Sure, he did. He’d do anything to redo the situation and end it better. But he’s just glad you’re not on that mission anymore.

He doesn’t know where this will lead him. Or you. Or the both of you and your relationship.

He found out you’d resorted to your old room, the one you had lived in before you started dating Steve. You’d moved into Steve’s room about two months after dating. He had a much bigger room than yours so it was only natural for you to fill that space.

And so, now that you’re gone, Steve feels the coldness of the room much more.

The bed wasn’t warm, the diffuser you bought him hadn’t been turned on so it didn’t smell as great, his plants hadn’t been watered, there weren’t any candy wrappers in the bed side table from you snacking on them after dinner. It was only little things that had changed, little things that could easily be fixed. But they were what made the room yours as well as his.

All your belongings were left behind of course. So that was at least a good sign for now. You weren’t completely breaking up with him. You just needed space… right?

Steve had wondered past your old room a few times in the day. He never knew what he was looking for exactly… maybe an open door so that he could at least muster up the courage to talk to you. Because instead, a closed door met him every time, and that translated to Steve as ‘leave me the fuck alone’.

The next time he saw you that day was during dinner. Clint had cooked for the whole of the team, so you begrudgingly brought yourself down to eat with the team.

You ignored Steve the whole night. You didn’t sit next to him, rather across from him… and a few seats down. Luckily, you weren’t brought up in much conversation so you didn’t have a reason to talk or for Steve to look at you (though it didn’t stop him, you definitely felt his eyes on you all night). But Steve was often talking, but even then you didn’t look at him- just kept your head down and played with your food on the plate.

You doubt anyone really noticed the tension between you and Steve. Maybe only like Tony, Bucky and Nat… and probably Wanda. Which was good. Well, not great but you’re glad it wasn’t widely known that you and Steve obviously weren’t on the best of terms right now.

As soon as Bruce had excused himself from dinner, saying he had some work to do- you were quick to follow suit. You didn’t have work to do, or an early morning to catch some sleep, you just couldn’t stand Steve’s lingering stare any longer. And you weren’t up for dessert.

No one payed much mind to your departure, except Steve, of course. He looked as if he wanted to say something, like he was gonna stop you or ask if you were okay just to throw the team off or offer to walk you up to your room. But he opted to stay silent as you thanked Clint for the lovely dinner and bid goodnight to everyone.

It wasn’t long before Steve was excusing himself also. Maybe about a half hour after you had left. He found he was zoning out of the conversations the longer he stayed and thought about you. How you barely looked at him. From the outside looking in, you wouldn’t even think you two were dating from the way you ignored him tonight.

And he gets it. You’re arguing right now and you’re angry at him- rightfully so. But he’s kept you safe. He fulfilled his duty as both your captain and your boyfriend. He can’t regret any of his actions.

But that doesn’t mean he won’t. He at least regrets the way he said things. He could’ve been a lot more professional… and a lot softer. But he cared too much to just let this slide, if he wasn’t firm, you wouldn’t have taken him seriously.

Bucky offers Steve a reassuring pat on the back as he emerges from his seat and wishes everyone a goodnight just like you had.

With a heavy sigh, he makes his way up the stairs and into the quieter hallway of rooms.

Bruce’s door is shut, but Steve can see the light leaking underneath and hear faint music playing as he probably works on something for Tony.

As Steve walked further along, he slowed his steps as he saw your door… open.

The light was on, and he heard a few noises come from the room, so he figured you were in there too.

He quickly weighed up his decision. Every other time, your door was closed and Steve took that as his sign to give you the space you needed. And maybe he’s reading it all wrong and you had just forgotten to close your door, but he at least wanted to say goodnight to you.

You both had a rule in your relationship, created after a particularly heated argument on Steve and… Peggy. Never go to bed angry or without saying goodnight. You had both gone to bed mad, you back in your own room of course, leaving Steve alone in his. Just like now. That night, Steve was called for an emergency mission. He got hurt… badly… and at the early hours of 3 in the morning, you were sitting by his side in the hospital not knowing if he was even going to wake up. Not knowing if he knew you still loved him. He eventually woke and you’d never been so happy so early in the morning. And that’s how you made the rule.

Reminiscing back on the memory, Steve soon found himself at your door. You were seated at your desk, diary in front of you as you scribbled words onto the page. Your headphones connected to your laptop as you listened to music while you wrote.

And it was strange. You felt his presence and his eyes burning into your body.

Steve stared so hard because it was a sight he already missed. There were many times when you’d both been loaded with work. Steve often had more work than you, but you pretended like you did too. You’d sit with him in his own office or in the lab and just individually work while he did his thing.

When he finished, he would spin in his chair and be met with your back turned to him. Sometimes you fell asleep, but often times you were drawing or doing a crossword. Much like how you looked now.

You turned your head to face Steve at your door and you felt your heart rate quicken. Why were you so nervous? He stood there, just as nervous it seemed.

He pursed his lips, giving you a small nod with sad eyes that he couldn’t conceal, “Goodnight.”

Your face softened a little. He looked like he wanted to say much more. And you knew this was just part of your rule that you’d made.

As angry as you were at him, you weren’t going to let him go to bed questioning your love for him.

Fiddling with your pencil, you muster up the strength to speak for the first time in many hours, “Night, Steve.”

And though you had went straight back to your diary after that, barely sparing him another glance, Steve couldn’t ask for much else as he shut the door to your room and got ready for bed.

The next morning was hardly much different from last night.

Steve had actually left for a mission early in the morning. You weren’t awake, of course, but he’d left a note for you. It was only simple.

‘Gone on the mission. I should be back in one piece.

Steve.’ And a quick <3 in the corner.

You found yourself smiling at the note as you read it, even a little emotion that he left without saying a proper goodbye. If anything happened to him, you swear to God-

But it wasn’t long before you were upset again. That was the mission. The one you were supposed to be on. Instead of stuck here in the lonely compound.

It wasn’t too lonely though. You had Vision. But that was it. Still, you couldn’t complain.

He joined you in the lab as you tried to get your mind off of the whole mission thing and Steve. But it was impossible, every few seconds- now matter how much you thought about the task at hand or about Groot.

Vision kept to himself, mostly just keeping you company as the only two in the compound. He played his little games from the New York Times and minded his own while you struggled in silence.

“You’re upset.” You lift your eyes from the iPad in front of you, looking up to see Vision no longer immersed in his games, but looking straight at you. “Something is bothering you.” He elaborates, robotically.

You slouch in your seat and blink your eyes, feeling the ache of being so tense hit you all at once.

You don’t question Vis’ analytical skills of your body language, instead you just sigh and confess, “Just sucks having to stay here while everyone has all the fun.”

You’re certain he knows nothing of the situation about you and your mission drama. But you’re sure he still understands what you’re talking about in general.

“It’s not always fun.” He replies, “It’s dangerous and they could be killed in a matter of seconds without the right judgement.”

Looking away from his piecing blue eyes, you nod, “I know.” You fiddle absentmindedly with the locket around your neck, the one that Steve gave you as you look out the window.

“You’re upset about more than that.” Vision then adds, squinting his eyes at you a little.

“It just seems like Steve doesn’t even want me on missions with him. He made me feel clingy and annoying.” You blurt out. You catch yourself talking about the events of the argument that Vision probably had no idea about, but he doesn’t say anything. Just let’s you vent, “I just feel like he doesn’t think I’m good enough too. But he just says I’m not ready.” You mutter, eyes beginning to water, “I trained so hard with Nat- I was so excited.”

Vision places a hand on your back and rubs as a few tears fall. You wipe them immediately, trying to erase their existence but it’s no use. They keep falling and your cheeks are soaked.

Vision waits a moment before he speaks, allowing you to collect yourself. You never talked so openly about the confidence issues you developed in the past few hours from everything that happened. And talking about it to Vision only made you realise how serious it was.

With the tissue that you grabbed, you manage to dry your eyes a little, head cast down as you sit in silence with Vision.

“Maybe,” Vision starts up again, softer eyes now as you reconnect his gaze, “He’s scared to see you hurt.” He suggests and you furrow your brows a little, sniffling softly. “If anything happens to anyone on those missions, Steve blames himself- you know that more than anyone.” He elaborates, “And if anything were to happen to you…” He continues, “It’s hard to keep things professional around those you love.”

The way those last words left Vision’s mouth made you blink at him. It so sounded like something Steve would’ve said. Like Steve had said it to Vision and Vision had just replayed it back to you but in his own voice. That’s when it hits you that… he knows. Vision knows all about the argument you had with Steve. Because just like you are now, Steve vented to him too.

After your chat with Vision, you confirmed that he had in fact talked with Steve yesterday about the situation after finding him distressed, running laps on the compound field.

You thought about everything he’d said, everything Steve said and all the valid points that were made.

You guessed that deep inside, you knew Steve was just doing all of what he did to keep you safe. You couldn’t imagine how hard it would be to lose another person he loved- better yet blame himself for it as well.

Which is how you found yourself back in his room. Well, your previously shared room.

It had only been a day without you and you could already point out all the things that needed fixing. The bed was made too neatly it looked cold, the diffuser wasn’t turned on, his plants were at least watered but there was hardly any life to the room without some of your mess (candy wrappers on the bedside table).

You turned on the diffuser and de-made the bed. Fluffing the pillows and unravelling the throw blanket. You forgot how soft his bed was. Especially in comparison to your own. Not to mention all the cool gadgets he had attached to his: an overhead lamp, a charging port in the bed frame.

After your whole de-making of the room, you were actually exhausted. Maybe it wasn’t from the cleaning, maybe it was from the sleepless night, tossing and turning wondering why you couldn’t sleep. Not used to having such a small, cold bed with no arms wrapped around you. Not used to loud snores at your ear, that somehow still soothed you to sleep. As cliche as it was, the silence in your room was deafening.

So as you laid in bed, watching the TV across from you, your eyelids became uncontrollably heavy.

Steve frowned when you weren’t at the bottom of quinjet ramp to meet him after his mission. Not that he entirely expected you to, but still, he wasn’t used to it.

Disbanding from the rest of the group who remained downstairs to get themselves checked out first, Steve made a break for his room.

He wanted nothing more than a hot shower and to finish all his post-mission paperwork and then sleep.

As he passed by your room, the door was shut. He debated knocking but quickly decided against it. He wouldn’t even know what to say if he did, tell you all about the mission that he took you off of? How much of a success it was without you? He’d only get himself in more trouble.

So he trudged his way to his room, paying no mind to the closed door despite leaving it open before he left.

When he opened it, the smell of cinnamon hit him in the face. His body physically relaxed, almost muscle memory. Furrowing his brows, he first looked over at the diffuser machine which had been turned on- then to the moving bundle of blankets on his bed.

The sound of the door opening so abruptly woke you from your deep slumber, interrupting your not so safe for work dream of Steve. You rubbed your eyes due to the blinding light emerging from the door that was wide open, with Steve’s burly figure standing in the middle of it making you sit up.

“Sorry-” He quickly mutters, casting his gaze down and moving to shut the door. You had laid claim to his bed, and you were probably still mad at him, so he should leave you alone, right? That’s all his mind could think of.

But your soft voice stops him in his tracks, “You’re back.” You whisper, voice strained from your sleep.

Blinking at you, he nods, “Yeah,” He’s thoroughly confused. He didn’t hallucinate the whole argument, did he? Or are you pretending it didn’t happen? Not that he’s not happy you’re in his bed or anything, he’s just utterly confused. If Steve’s learned anything, you should still be locked away in your room, refusing to look at him.

Sliding out from the warm blanket, you near the edge of the bed, slipping in your wooly slippers before making your way towards Steve.

His breath hitched in his throat when you approached him, not only that but your nighttime clothes were amongst his favourite for you to wear… because they showed certain things and just looked cute.

You take the door from his hand and shut it behind him before slithering your hand in his and looking up at him, “I talked to Vis today.” You start, finger tracing all of the lines and ridges in his suit, “He told me what you told him.” You look up at him now, “I’m sorry, I should’ve known that was why.”

He immediately shakes his head, grasping onto both of your arms, “No, I’m sorry.” He says, “I shouldn’t have yelled. I should’ve talked to you about it first.”

You shake your head. It was hardly about the yelling, you could take a raised voice, “I just thought you thought I was being too clingy or that I wasn’t good enough.”

Steve’s eyes widen slightly when you confess the real reason you were so upset with him. Shaking his head, he pulls you closer, moving his hands from your arms to your waist, “Never.” He assures you and you look down, but he’s quick to nudge your chin back up, “You’re more than good enough, you just need more training and you’ll be ready… Even when you are ready, I’ll still worry.”

You nod, you know that now.

Bringing your hands up to his cheek, you rub the prickly skin before getting up on your tippy toes and pressing your lips to his. God, you missed that- even if it was only 24 hours. Your body relaxes under his grasp and you would’ve turned into putty had he not held you so tight. And you literally heard Steve grunt softly when your lips met his own.

You hated to break away from the kiss, but you had to- as an idea popped into your head, “Why don’t you train me, then?” You asked, hands rubbing softly at his chest, “Train my brain to think like yours… So when I do get out on the field, we’ll be okay.”

Steve looked down at you with a soft smile. But you couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

He could tell you really wanted to go on missions, because after everything, you were still begging to go.

“Okay.” He nods. Yeah, it could work. If he trains you, and you train together, then sure enough you’ll become one in a way. Maybe you could even develop and add to your own silent language, so that out on the field, a single glance could communicate all that needs to be said and done.

Yeah, that could work.

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Summary: Steve drags you to a frat party, this is not how you wanted your night to go, but you end up getting your way as always (beta’d by the wonderful @into-a-ship-or-2)

Warnings: smut!, college frat party, alcohol

Pairings: college!frat!steve rogers x gf!reader

'Cause you're so gorgeous it actually hurts/ Ocean blue eyes looking in mine/I feel like I might sink and drown and die ⚘

The house is bustling and there’s people everywhere you go. Steve has your hand clasped in his, causing people to part like the red sea at his 6’2 figure heading to the kitchen. Your eyes trail up his toned, tanned arm, to the tight white shirt that displayed his muscled back perfectly.

He was sex on (very, very long) legs but was too bashful to accept the title.

When you arrive at the kitchen, he tugs on your hand so you’re at his side, and as you walk places a kiss on the top of your head.

This was not how you wanted to spend your Saturday night. You wanted to spend it with Steve, fucking until you both passed out in bliss. You were horny, and he knew, but insisted he had to be at the party and would love it if you came too.

So instead of a sultry night of heavy breathing, stinging sensations against your ass, the sound of his skin slapping against skin, and his superb moans– you were at his frat house, and no amount of puppy eyes could get you out of it.

“What do you want to drink, baby?” Steve asks, pressing you against the counter as he reaches for a plastic cup behind you.

“I don’t want anything.” You reply short, arms crossed over your chest. You don’t miss the way Steve’s eyes glance down at the way your breasts bunch together.

He grabs your chin gently. “No?”

“No, thank you,” you grit out.

He sighs, places the solo-cup back, and gives you a peck. His arms drop, one hand grabs your hip while the other rests on the counter top.

“How long are you gonna keep acting like this?”

“Acting like what?” you pout.

“Are we really gonna play this game? I’m aware of what you wanted tonight to be, but we can do that after…”

You look up at him from under your lashes, but say nothing. One hand trails up his brawny arm, set on the countertop, until it rests at the nape of his neck carting through his soft locks. Your other hand fingers the waistband of his jeans. You smile when you feel his stomach suck as he hisses lowly. His eyes pull away from yours to look down at your manicured finger.

Until his attention is snatched away by the hand on the back of his neck.

You guide his head down, until his ear is leveled with your glossed lips, “I promise I’ll be good. I just want to make you feel good… and I’m not wearing panties.”

He’s almost succumbed by his erotic thoughts of what your hands could do, causing his dick to plump up. But he pulls away, shocked at the information. The kitchen is packed with people doing their own thing. Discreetly, Steve places his hand underneath your skirt, touching your hip.

“Y/n.”

You simper, letting go of his neck so your thumb can run over his plump bottom lip.

He seizes your hand bringing it down between you, “We’re at a party right now with a bunch of intoxicated idiots, do you know how unsafe that is?”

You roll your eyes– leave it to Steve to instantly get overprotective and go the boring route. Any normal college boy would be all over their girlfriend, whispering filthy things in their ears.

“Seriously, Y/n” he pauses when he catches an initiated freshman passing through his peripheral. “Gat!”

Gat scurries over, “Yes, Steve?”

“You mind if I take your jacket?”

Gat compares his lanky figure to Steve’s thoroughly built figure…

“Are you sure--”

“Are you using the jacket or not?” Steve sighs, palm out. He doesn’t mean to act like a prick, but his girlfriend was being a pain in his ass.

Gat removes the jacket with speed, placing it in Steve’s open palm. When Steve mutters a thanks, he knows that’s his cue to leave. The look on your face was enough to frighten him away.

“You are gonna wear this,” he holds up the jacket, “for the rest of the night.”

“I’m not.”

“You are. I can’t believe you thought it was smart to wear this. Don’t get me wrong, I think you look lovely, but look how short this skirt is. You could’ve flashed any of these drunk idiots or even worse, they could’ve touched you and then I’d be beating some punk to the ground.” He rants all the while tying the red jacket around your waist. Then he places a quick peck on your lips. His way to shut you up.

You’re ready to send a rebuttal, but are interrupted by Steve’s best friend.

“Steven!” Bucky hoots, raising his solo cup as he makes his way over.

When he’s arrived, the two are quick to greet each other, one hand clasped together as their shoulders meet in a half-hug.

“Hey, Y/n!” Bucky’s cheerful words are slightly slurred, sending a smile and wave your way.

“Hey, Buck, are you all right?”

“Perfect!” He shouts over the music, turning to Steve and clasping a hand on his shoulder. “We’ve been looking all over for you! A bunch of hot chicks were doing keg stands; now they’ve got Wade and he’s killing it. C’mon!”

The two of you follow after Bucky. This time you're sandwiched between the two as Steve guides you, both hands gripping your hips. He probably thought you had given up on your antics, but there was no way in hell. You knew what you wanted, one way or another you were going to get it from Steve Rogers.

Getting to the fun side of the house, Wade Wilson is upside down (without any support) his tense arms in support. Thor presses the nozzle into his mouth as he hoots in excitement. You’re surprised at the way Wade takes it like a champion.

It could’ve been cool and entertaining, but you were over this party and had a task to carry out.

Steve is positioned behind you, both arms around your shoulders. Imparting a kiss to your neck or temple here and there.

You tilt your head back onto his shoulder, “I wanna dance.”

He agrees, pulling you away.

Before you know it, the two of you are among other lively people. Your back is to him as you grind against him and you giggle when his cheeks and ears turn a cute pink. You’re swaying to the rhythm of the song, before letting your hands clasp over Steve’s on your stomach. Feeling elated and carefree with the guy of your dreams, you take it all in a little bit.

Without a thought, you turn in his hold, letting one arm clasp around his neck, pulling his face down to yours. Making sure your body is tightly knit to him.

“I love you so fucking much” you hum, letting your lips skim over his.

“I love you too, baby.”

You smile at him before fastening your lips with his, in a second your tongue swirls with his and your free hand teases his waistband again, pulling on his belt loops.

Steve pulls away, blindsided at the way you look up at him with bright eyes. Before he can protest, your hand is strategically placed on his crotch. Cupping, caressing, and squeezing him, until he grows. He does, and you smile at his large bulge.

Your boyfriend groans and his head falls forward in pleasure. His senses finally kick in when he grips your hand latched to his core, places you in front of him to conceal the tent in his pants, and speed-walks the two of you to his room.

The two of you rush into his room like a tornado. His lips smash onto yours as he locks the door, cupping your face. “You’re such a brat,” he tells you breathily. But you know he loves it.

Your hands slither under the hem of his shirt, running over his abs.

He pulls away to tug his shirt from the back, before you get too distracted you direct him to sit on the bed, standing between his thighs.

Your hands follow as you kiss down his jawline, neck (grinning at the feel of his bobbing adam's apple) ,and down his chest. Paying special attention to his happy trail. By now, you’re kneeling in front of his seated position at the end of the bed, pulling his zipper down. Watching him stand so he can pull down his pants and Calvin Klein’s.

As soon as he sits back down-- you eye the way his rock hard dick bobs, his tip the perfect pink-- your hand grasps him from the bottom. Squeezing him softly as he groans, his head hanging low.

One hand holds your hair back while the other is sat behind him as support.

“Fuck, Y/n, c’mon” he pleads, tugging your hair.

You kiss his tip before descending to lick up to his crown, swirling your tongue around his slit. Steve hisses at the feeling, fingers twisting in your hair. If you were up for it, you would’ve teased him more, but you’ve been waiting for this all night.

Your mouth takes him in and your hand strokes lazily what you don’t get. Your intimate eyes pierce into his fiery blues, as you bob your head over him. Humming occasionally, just to hear him moan as the vibrations hit all his right spots.

“Does that feel good, Stevie?” He’s clearly enjoying himself, but it doesn’t hurt to feed your pride.

“That feels great, angel,” he praises.

You pull him out to tug him for a bit, licking the underside of his shaft just to the line under his head. Following, you suckle his tip. Butterflies move all around your stomach at the way he clenches his teeth, throws his head back, and cries in what sounds like agony.

“Keep doing that, baby, a little lower.”

When you take all of him in his mouth again, your nose touching his pelvis. He gets so lost in the feeling of pleasure, without thinking, his tapered hips gyrate in and out of your mouth. His mouth agape in a stuck moan as he begins in paced intervals, then picks up the pace little as little. Until his thrusts become crude as he holds your face in place, with palm on each cheek.

The way you're looking up at him with a sinless look in your eyes, full cheeks as he fills your mouth to capacity, and a shine on your puffy lips that isn’t your lip gloss. Does it for him as he swears the most he’s ever before. It feels so so so good when your manicured hand decides to fondle with his balls. The sinking in his stomach grows stronger as does his breathing.

“I’m almost there, be ready” he grits.

You know it’s coming when he’s completely quiet. There’s no heavy breathing, as he holds his breath, no curses or praises, or movement as he holds you still. His eyes sort of dissociate as he becomes consumed in the feeling. When it happens, his whole body stills as his stomach draws, his body shudders and his dick twitches.

Before you know it, your mouth is filled. It’s silky and sweet, but most importantly. It’s a lot.

He holds your head on him as you swallow everything he spurts. When he finally finishes he breathes again, loosening his clutch on you as he pulls you off, dropping himself flat on his back against his bed.

“Get up here,” his voice is husky and deep. You can tell he’s spent at his flushed and clammy chest and how fast his chest rises and falls.

You’re hovering over his body, thighs on each side of his hips, placing sweet and shy kisses on his lips while your hand caresses his cheek.

“You’re so good at sucking me off,” he mumbles between kisses.

You smile at him, nibbling his earlobe in reply. Slyly, your hand wraps around his now limp member, watching the way he convulses from the overstimulation.

“I think you have one more in you.”

You align him under you before sinking down on him, a deep moan emitting from you at the way he fills you up.

Steve gripes at the feeling. You’re so wet and ready for him; He knows whatever is about to happen won’t last long. Your palms lay flat on each of his pecs. He knows he’ll have ten perfect crescent marks due to your acrylics. His head lifts up to watch the way you sit on him, before you begin to circle your hips. Grinding against him so he can feel your clit against his pelvis.

Your whimpers and moans do it for him. Watching you take control of your pleasure does it for him. At some point one hand grips your waist, and when he gets annoyed that he can’t see everything, he grips the hem of your skirt pinning it up with his hand.

“Bounce for me, baby,” he demands breathlessly.

“Okay.”

He can’t get enough. Some time passes before he sits up, swiftly pulling off your crop top. Then he hooks one arm around your waist while the other fingers curl around the back of your neck, cradling you to his body. He uses the new hold to fuck up and into you with cruel, rapid thrusts.

The way his thighs slap against yours and your whimpers from the fresh force is like music to his ears. His head dips to place love bites on the side of your neck.

Your gasps fill the air as does Steve’s harsh breathing over your pulse as he kisses down your chest, deciding to pay close attention to your breasts. Placing soft kisses around your areola, before he sucks one into his mouth.

“Stevie!” you pant, your fingers pulling his blonde locks in gratification.

He lets go with a pop, “You’re so beautiful, doll.”

“Faster! Please make me cum.” you look down, watching how fast he pushes in and out of you.

“You love it like this, don't you? Love the way I’m fucking into you,” his voice sultry and close as he gently bites the hinge of your jaw, before gripping your face so you keep eye contact.

“Yes!” you bite back a moan , smashing your lips onto his, your tongue swirling with his.

You loved it and you loved him; loved the way he knew your body like any of his plays. The way he kissed and nipped you all over as he dug into your special spot, causing your skin to prickle and heat. You ride him harder, hearing the sound of your slick as your bodies slap against each other. You loved the stickiness and aroma in the air.

Fuck, your senses were slipping out of your grasp as you nuzzle your face into Steve’s neck. His cologne served as a warm blanket as your body began to twitch.

“I’m almost there, please please, baby.”

Steve cradles the back of your head, flipping the two of you over so he hovers over your now laid body. He kisses up your arms that are gripping his biceps while he grips the back of your thighs, pushing them up as he drives into you.

He watches your jaw drop as you whine unwaveringly, eyes closed, as he hits your spot in strong strides.

“You feel how good you take it?...Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby.”

“I’m gonna cum, Stevie!”

Steve can feel it in the way you're gripping his dick and the dig of your nails in his bicep. He swipes the pad of his thumb against his tongue to run it over your clit. At that your vision fades with how tight you close your eyes and your hips stutter before they dig into the bed from the overstimulation, running away from him.

“There you go, such a good girl. I know it feels good.” He kisses your cheek then your neck, driving into you as he continues to rub you, dismissing your pleading hand that cuffs his wrist as you cry out his name. His other hand in a fist on the pillow beside your damp head.

“I’m almost there, doll, just a little more.”

He feels warmth and pressure at the base of his pelvis and dick, leading to a spasm and tightness up his shaft as your spongy walls consume him. He almost makes the mistake of staying in you for too long, until common sense hits him and he pulls out.

You watch as he fists himself roughly, tugging up and down as his cum spurts all over your breasts and stomach.

“Shit,” he groans, dropping next to you. He tilts your head towards his for a fierce kiss before turning to his night stand and fishing for baby wipes. When he sees the box of condoms, he also keeps in the drawer. Everything in him shifts.

He snatches two baby wipes, wiping his cum off your breasts first.

You can see the solemn look in his eyes and the pinch in his lips, so you bring a hand to comb through his hair. “What’s wrong?” you ask sweetly. “Are you upset?”

He drags on for a little before finally looking you in the eye.

“We forgot a condom.”

Never have you guys forgotten a condom. Never. You refused to go on birth control, but never had Steve forgotten a condom. Your boyfriend was too responsible to forget and so were you.

Except this time.

“Okay. Okay, it’s fine Stevie. It’s fine, you pulled out so everything’s fine.”

“Y/n.” He sighs, “Pulling out is only seventy-eight percent effective”

“Your cum is literally all over me right now. We’re fine.” You declare.

He finishes cleaning you and himself up, after pulling off your skirt, and cuddling into your side.

“I’ll get you a plan-b tomorrow” he tells you, laying his head onto your chest.

The both of you were only in your third year. You couldn’t blame him for being so worried about the what-ifs. You loved Steve, but you guys weren’t ready and wouldn’t be any time soon. Not to mention: his father would kill him if he came back with news that he’d be a father, before becoming an established man.

“Okay,” you hum, kissing the top of his head.

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