@iwillbeinmynest / iwillbeinmynest.tumblr.com
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Warning: It’s heartbreak, suck it up butter cup. **HEARTBREAK!!!!!!**
A/N: Thank @iwillbeinmynest for this gem. She requested this a while ago. It’s been in the back of my mind. I finally put it together and came up with this.
Ama, why!? I know this was my request but you didn’t have to hurt me like that!!! 😭😭😭
Authors Notes: This was the last request from my follower celebration (thank you @unleashthebeees!) and I was super excited to write more Moon Knight! I hope I did them justice. This was a hurt/comfort fic that ended up being both Marc comforting the reader and also the reader comforting Marc. Not sure how I got there but that's where the muse took me lol.
Word Count: 940
Notes/Warnings: Canon-typical violence, mentions of blood but briefly, kissing, nervousness, fluff
The worst part of the transition was the splitting headache that came. Once he was in control it was gone, but those seconds in between were almost enough to kill him.
When he came to, someone was screaming. Actually a lot of people were screaming… and running. Running away from something behind him. He turned and saw his reflection in a hubcap. He had blood on his face but it looked dried. He looked at his hands to see bruised knuckles.
“Steven?” He looked at the dull shine of the metal.
“I tried to help. I- I thought if I could just calm things down, she’d be better off.”
She.
Marc’s heart dropped and he even saw Steven wince from the fall of it. He turned to see her on the ground a few yards away.
Authors Notes: Well, Here we go, y’all.
Word Count: 1.4k
Notes/Warnings: Your typical action/MI type trope. There is glitz and glam as well as running for your life and fighting to stay alive. Bad guys and allies, guns and galas. Mentions of death, one sleazy and creepy guy who makes one too many passes, use of guns, fighting, drinking, being framed for murder and clearing your name. It’s a wild ride folks!
Chapter 1
Y/N smiled at herself in the dressing room mirror. “I like it.”
The dress she was trying on fit her beautifully. It didn’t even need to be altered, which was a shock. It was also convenient since she had waited until the last minute to buy a dress for the Gala tonight. The dress exposed her back in a stunning, yet tasteful, way and then fell to the floor to drape slightly behind her.
“It looks amazing,” Natasha commented. “Like it was made for you. Clearly you have to have it.”
Y/N peeked at the price tag near her waist.
“Don’t pretend like you can’t afford it.” Nat smirked and rolled her eyes. She twisted in front of her mirror to examine the red silk gown she had on. “Besides, all you have to do is send Steve a pic of you in that and he will tell you to buy it in every color.”
Y/N chuckled and rolled her eyes. “Shut up. And it’s not about what I can afford it’s a matter of if I should.”
Nat crooked her head and stared blankly at Y/N with pursed lips.
Authors Notes: Okay, it’s been a hot minute since I wrote for Steve but, this hit me this morning and I had to get it out of my head. Yes, it’s inspired by Do You Wanna Build a Snowman but please don’t let that discourage you. It has Nothing to do with Frozen. (Also, I hope the tags work.)
Word Count: 775 (I swear I added a ‘read more’ please don’t hate me if it doesn’t work.
Notes/Warnings: Infinity war spoilers? I tried to keep it pretty vague but if you haven’t seen it or had it spoiled by now, I don’t know what to tell you. Grief, crying, anxiety, slight violence but not really.
The world was in ruins. It had only been 18 hours since the snap and as Shuri worked in her lab beside Bruce some of the heroes took time to themselves to grieve the ones they’d lost or try and comprehend what had just happened. Rhodey worried over Tony, Nat tried to get a hold of Clint and Rocket found a spot on the floor and just sat there.
You were bruised and bloodied limping from fresh stitches in your thigh. You had only been in Wakanda for a day and a half so, you wandered the halls aimless and numb. There was a deep scream and a crash from down the hall. The few who walked by kept their heads down, not daring to disturb the anguish unraveling.
You walked to the door and heard another scream, this time recognizing the voice. You looked down both sides of the hallway and took a breath of gratitude that it was finally empty. You knocked lightly.
Author’s Notes: Here you go, anon. I hope you like it!
Prompt: 51. My parents asked about you
Word Count: 680
You didn’t think it could get worse.
You and Steve had dated for a little while in high school, if “a little while” meant two years. But as senior year drew to a close you both decided to split before your different colleges did it for you. You’d talked it out and long distance wasn’t going to work.
Then you found out Steve didn’t get accepted into his big fancy college and that he’d be attending State with you.
For the last three years you two had managed to avoid shared classes and friend groups. You weren’t sure how but you had.
Until now.
You and Steve not only ended up in the same Lab together, now you’d been assigned to do your final project together as well. The assignment that made up over half your final grade.
Steve sat across the table from you with a forced smile. “Hey.”
This one I feel like could have been longer but i’m trying to keep things short.
Thanks so much @blue1928
Steve pulled you close and you tried not to spill your champagne from it’s flute.
This op had the two of you playing the role of husband and wife at a fancy party while Nat and Buck snuck in downstairs and hijacked the intel the team needed.
Steve was playing his role well. So well that it was easy to drift into the fantasy of being with him. You and Steve had been close for the last year or so and not long after you could trust him did you start to fall for him.
“Come on, babe, I think it’s time you and I headed out to the dance floor.”
You smiled and leaned into him but turned to the other couples around you. “Isn’t he a dream?”
Some of the women smiled and others looked like they wanted to pounce on Steve and rip his clothes off.
Oh no. You didn’t like the way they stared. Op or no op, Steve was yours.
“That’s why I love him.” You said and looked up at him.
Steve smiled down at you and your heart almost stopped. The way his eyes rested in yours.
“I love you, too.” He said. “Come on, Let’s dance.”
He dragged you to the dance floor then swung you around and caught you against his chest.
“You could have warned me!” You chuckled and took his hand as the band switched to a slow song.
“What’s the fun in that?” He smirked.
“You liked that.” You said changing the subject. You nodded back towards the women who wanted to take a bite of him.
“Who, them?” he asked without looking back. “Nah. Are they still staring?”
You nodded. “They look like they wish I was dead.” You chuckled.
“They’re jealous of you.” He smirked. “Let’s give ‘em something worth being jealous of.”
Steve took your head in his hands and pressed his lips to yours.
He kissed you deeply and strongly. One of his hands snaked its way across your back to wrap around your waist.
When you pulled back you were breathless.
“I wasn’t lying when I said I loved you, you know.” He said softly.
You were still pressed close against him and you wanted to stay here forever.
Just then, Bucky came in over the coms. “Got it. Intel acquired. Let’s go home.”
But Steve kept swaying with you in his arms and said, “I am home.”
Authors Notes: Here comes Part 2 Y'all! I hope you are enjoying this series. I know it came out of nowhere but I was feeling sad and wanted to just post something so I started a new series, even though I haven’t finished my last one… Anywayyysss, Have some more Steve!
Word Count: 1.8k
Notes/Warnings: Your typical action/MI type trope. There is glitz and glam as well as running for your life and fighting to stay alive. Bad guys and allies, guns and galas. Mentions of death, one sleazy and creepy guy who makes one too many passes, use of guns, fighting, drinking, being framed for murder and clearing your name. It’s a wild ride folks!
Chapter 2
Y/N and Steve walked hand in hand back to the main floor of the museum where the actual Gala was being held.
The grand room was littered with tall tables and waiters with trays of glasses. There was a quartet in the back corner playing classical music and a small stage to the right with a lone microphone on it.
Bucky waved at them through the crowd and caught Steve’s eye.
“There you two are.” Nat smiled when they reached the table. “What were you up to, huh?”
Y/N shook her head. “Not what you think, we actually looked at the art.”
“Of course you were,” Bucky said. “Cause Stevie, here, wouldn’t dare do anything scandalous.”
“I would.” Steve defended himself. “I just happen to know the guy in charge of security and I know that all of the cameras are running.”
They chuckled.
“So,” Y/N looked around the room. “Who’s the target?”
Authors Notes: Here comes Part 2 Y'all! I hope you are enjoying this series. I know it came out of nowhere but I was feeling sad and wanted to just post something so I started a new series, even though I haven’t finished my last one... Anywayyysss, Have some more Steve!
Word Count: 1.8k
Notes/Warnings: Your typical action/MI type trope. There is glitz and glam as well as running for your life and fighting to stay alive. Bad guys and allies, guns and galas. Mentions of death, one sleazy and creepy guy who makes one too many passes, use of guns, fighting, drinking, being framed for murder and clearing your name. It’s a wild ride folks!
Chapter 2
Y/N and Steve walked hand in hand back to the main floor of the museum where the actual Gala was being held.
The grand room was littered with tall tables and waiters with trays of glasses. There was a quartet in the back corner playing classical music and a small stage to the right with a lone microphone on it.
Bucky waved at them through the crowd and caught Steve’s eye.
“There you two are.” Nat smiled when they reached the table. “What were you up to, huh?”
Y/N shook her head. “Not what you think, we actually looked at the art.”
“Of course you were,” Bucky said. “Cause Stevie, here, wouldn’t dare do anything scandalous.”
“I would.” Steve defended himself. “I just happen to know the guy in charge of security and I know that all of the cameras are running.”
They chuckled.
“So,” Y/N looked around the room. “Who’s the target?”
Authors Notes: Well, Here we go, y’all.
Word Count: 1.4k
Notes/Warnings: Your typical action/MI type trope. There is glitz and glam as well as running for your life and fighting to stay alive. Bad guys and allies, guns and galas. Mentions of death, one sleazy and creepy guy who makes one too many passes, use of guns, fighting, drinking, being framed for murder and clearing your name. It’s a wild ride folks!
Chapter 1
Y/N smiled at herself in the dressing room mirror. “I like it.”
The dress she was trying on fit her beautifully. It didn’t even need to be altered, which was a shock. It was also convenient since she had waited until the last minute to buy a dress for the Gala tonight. The dress exposed her back in a stunning, yet tasteful, way and then fell to the floor to drape slightly behind her.
“It looks amazing,” Natasha commented. “Like it was made for you. Clearly you have to have it.”
Y/N peeked at the price tag near her waist.
“Don’t pretend like you can’t afford it.” Nat smirked and rolled her eyes. She twisted in front of her mirror to examine the red silk gown she had on. “Besides, all you have to do is send Steve a pic of you in that and he will tell you to buy it in every color.”
Y/N chuckled and rolled her eyes. “Shut up. And it’s not about what I can afford it’s a matter of if I should.”
Nat crooked her head and stared blankly at Y/N with pursed lips.
Authors Notes: Well, Here we go, y’all.
Word Count: 1.4k
Notes/Warnings: Your typical action/MI type trope. There is glitz and glam as well as running for your life and fighting to stay alive. Bad guys and allies, guns and galas. Mentions of death, one sleazy and creepy guy who makes one too many passes, use of guns, fighting, drinking, being framed for murder and clearing your name. It’s a wild ride folks!
Chapter 1
Y/N smiled at herself in the dressing room mirror. “I like it.”
The dress she was trying on fit her beautifully. It didn’t even need to be altered, which was a shock. It was also convenient since she had waited until the last minute to buy a dress for the Gala tonight. The dress exposed her back in a stunning, yet tasteful, way and then fell to the floor to drape slightly behind her.
“It looks amazing,” Natasha commented. “Like it was made for you. Clearly you have to have it.”
Y/N peeked at the price tag near her waist.
“Don’t pretend like you can’t afford it.” Nat smirked and rolled her eyes. She twisted in front of her mirror to examine the red silk gown she had on. “Besides, all you have to do is send Steve a pic of you in that and he will tell you to buy it in every color.”
Y/N chuckled and rolled her eyes. “Shut up. And it’s not about what I can afford it’s a matter of if I should.”
Nat crooked her head and stared blankly at Y/N with pursed lips.
Authors Notes: Well, Here we go, y’all.
Word Count: 1.4k
Notes/Warnings: Your typical action/MI type trope. There is glitz and glam as well as running for your life and fighting to stay alive. Bad guys and allies, guns and galas. Mentions of death, one sleazy and creepy guy who makes one too many passes, use of guns, fighting, drinking, being framed for murder and clearing your name. It’s a wild ride folks!
Chapter 1
Y/N smiled at herself in the dressing room mirror. “I like it.”
The dress she was trying on fit her beautifully. It didn’t even need to be altered, which was a shock. It was also convenient since she had waited until the last minute to buy a dress for the Gala tonight. The dress exposed her back in a stunning, yet tasteful, way and then fell to the floor to drape slightly behind her.
“It looks amazing,” Natasha commented. “Like it was made for you. Clearly you have to have it.”
Y/N peeked at the price tag near her waist.
“Don’t pretend like you can’t afford it.” Nat smirked and rolled her eyes. She twisted in front of her mirror to examine the red silk gown she had on. “Besides, all you have to do is send Steve a pic of you in that and he will tell you to buy it in every color.”
Y/N chuckled and rolled her eyes. “Shut up. And it’s not about what I can afford it's a matter of if I should.”
Nat crooked her head and stared blankly at Y/N with pursed lips.
Authors Notes: Okay, I’m sorry. I can’t take complete credit for how terrible this is though. @oneshot-shit answered my ask for angst and they inspired me to write this. So, It’s not just me. I wasn’t able link to the post bc it was an ask :/ but I sent in a song headcanon ask for Run Boy Run by Woodkid.
Notes/Warnings: Death, Angst, Fluff, mentions of blood. (Reader dies so please do not read this if it makes you uncomfortable!!)
“Come on, Pal.” Bucky lifted Steve’s head and gave him a frown. “You’re bleeding on my new shirt.”
Steve inhaled slowly and tried his best to hold his head up on his own. He gripped Bucky’s shirt near the shoulder and grunted as his friend helped him up off the ground. Bucky slapped him on the chest a couple of times and grinned to the people passing by.
“He’s fine.” He smiled to a woman walking her poodle. “Have a lovely day, Ma'am.”
“Thanks for pitching in, Buck.” Steve mumbled as he prodded at his busted lip.
“Nah, I didn’t do much.” Bucky lied. “They deserved it.”
“All your boxing lessons are payin’ off huh?”
Bucky chuckled. “Yeah, that’s it, the boxing. Come on, let’s get you home.”
Steve stopped and forced Bucky to back step from his arm being around Steve’s small frame. “I can’t go home, not like this. Mom’ll kill me.”
Bucky sighed and surveyed his surroundings. “(Y/N)’s house it is then. Good thing you picked a fight a few blocks away.” Bucky smirked.
“I didn’t pick a fight.”
“Oh, that’s right, the fights always pick you.” Bucky laughed and helped his friend across the street.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Stacy!Reader
Warnings: Ahh language, sort of secrets, mentions of depression and anxiety. This is actually pretty freaking fluffy.
It’s complicated. That sounds cliche but it’s true. Eleven years together, it’s never been a dream. But you had all you every wanted from the day you met Steve Rogers. Nine years of deployments, war and waiting for your husband to come home. Starting at security company didn’t keep Steve home or from war. Three years ago things sort of changed. It’s complicated, see. But how hard you are and Steve willing to go to stay together? To give Sarah the only thing she wants? Maybe things need to change for the better, to keep all you ever wanted.
Listen, this is a great series and y'all need to make sure you jump on now. Ama works really hard on her fics and although her writing is a little different than mine, (cough cough *language*) the stories are awesome!
Authors/Notes: This was so fun to write! Thank you, love!
Gif: used below
Sent by: My lovely Emma (who sent like a billion and i love her for that!) @girl-next-door-writes
Note/Warnings: Fluffy fluff, kissing, nervousness
Steve had just pulled his shirt off and was heading to the shower when you knocked on his door. He walked over curiously but smiled when he saw you standing just on the other side of the frame.
“Hey, I was just about to shower, what’s up?”
“Oh,” You flushed at the site of his bare arms. “No, It’s- it’s nothing. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you. It can wait.”
Steve picked up your distress from your first word and his brows furrowed. You turned to leave when he reached out and gently took your hand. “(Y/N) wait. What’s wrong?” As he pulled your arm to lead you to his room he noticed a rise in your body temperature.
“I just- really it’s nothing important-”
Steve’s voice was gentle when he cut you off. “(Y/N).” He looked you with those stupid blue eyes. Those eyes that told you you can trust him.
I should be doing laundry but instead i’m staring at my Monte Carlo Job document unsure of how to continue... I was really pumped for this series but this transition from event to event is killing meeeee!!
Someone help!
Summary: Steve finds you dancing in your room to The Nutcracker, so he takes you for a surprise.
Pairing: Steve x Reader
Word Count: ~1700
Warnings: Language, probably crappy writing, Christmas fluff
Based off this request by @iwillbeinmynest: So, the reader loves ballet (maybe she used to dance or just enjoys it idk, up to you) and Steve catches her dancing around her room to the Nutcracker music. He know how much she loves it so for Christmas he surprises her with tickets to go see it live in New York and then fluff ensues. Maybe a kiss. Feel free to edit it however you’d like! Thank you so much!
A/N: This is my first Steve x Reader fic, so sorry if it’s terrible. Hope you all enjoy some more Christmas fluff!
This still makes me swoon. Every. Dang. Time.
I love love love this!!!
Steve Rogers x Reader
Summary – Steve enjoys sketching in Central Park when the superhero life gets to be too much, but that’s not the only reason he ventures out of the Tower each day at the same time. His enhanced abilities allows him to hear even the faintest sounds, but the one that comforts him the most is the sound of your heart.
Warnings – Fluff…probably a curse word or two
Word Count – 876
Notes: At the end.
Oh my gosh, this is precious. I love that her heartbeat gave away how nervous she was. I also freaking love that he memorized her heartbeat?! I mean come on!!
Lovely fic, Becca! I am so impressed that you are already up to day 316! Bravo!!
