steve rogers x reader

bruh this is gonna take forever, anyways these are the fics i want to save and reread forever bc they’re so well-written. this is intended for either future!dumb!me or any poor soul that finds this blog. aesthetic is for my main blog, not this.

Updated: 7/28/21

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Wow I am honored. Thanks for including me!! I am definitely going to check out some of these other fics

One Last Job [Ten]

WORD COUNT: 2504 WARNINGS: Light angst, non-explicit sexual content, the last scene is INTENSE CHAPTER SUMMARY: Everyone settles in snowy Colorado and things are quiet, until they’re not.

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“Mama, look at all the snow!”

You smiled, rubbing your gloved hands together as you watched your son tear across the backyard of Bucky’s cabin. Natasha was beside you, the two of you wrapped in parkas and scarves and gloves. Natasha shook her head, red hair hidden beneath the fur-lined hat of her coat, breath visible when she exhaled. 

“Why couldn’t he have a cabin on a beach somewhere?”

You laughed, turning to her with pink cheeks and a smile. 

“Then we wouldn’t get to see Ollie’s face when Clint talks him into making a snow angel.” “I believe his face would be just as precious before Clint talks him into snorkeling or something.”

You laughed again, bumping her shoulder with your own. Natasha was smiling, eyes locked on Ollie as he started gathering snow into a snowball. You swallowed, licking your lips and mentally making a note to find some chapstick or something for Ollie. 

“Hey, Nat?” “Hmm?” “I’m sorry we had to drag you out here.”

She didn’t say anything, so you continued. 

“I know you’re up to your neck getting everything ready for awards season, and this is the worst possible time, but … I appreciate you coming.” “And not putting up a fuss?”

You sighed, lifting your hands to cup them around your mouth and nose, trying to infuse a bit of warmth into your system. After a moment, you let your hands fall. 

“I just know there’s places you’d rather be, people you’d rather be with, but I just … I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

It was Natasha’s turn to sigh, smiling softly and waving a hand at Ollie when he frantically waved at her. 

“I’m good here. And sure, I’d rather be anywhere than freezing my ass off in the Colorado tundra, but if it will put an end to all of this … I can suffer for a while.”

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OMG WHAT A FUCKING UPDATE!!!!!

One Last Job [Five]

WORD COUNT: 2217 WARNINGS: Emotional angst, crying, OH THE TENSION CHAPTER SUMMARY: Bucky’s plan to draw your stalker out takes an unexpected–but not unwelcome–turn.

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You were resting back in your seat, sunglasses on your nose, seatbelt tightly buckled. Bucky had one hand on the steering wheel, his other resting on the console between the two of you, thumb tapping along to the beat of the song playing from the radio. You sighed, turning to look out the window, eyebrows furrowing when you read one of the signs on the side of the road. 

“What are you doing?” “Hmm?”

You turned your head, seeing a smile break out over Bucky’s face. You looked out the window again, sitting up straighter when you read another sign, eyes widening when Bucky flipped the turn signal on. You sat in silence until he took the exit, then shook your head. 

“You’re going the wrong way.” “No, I’m not.” “You know a way to get to San Diego through Nevada?” “We’re not going to San Diego.”

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You just made my whole day with this!!

One Last Job [Four]

WORD COUNT: 3771 WARNINGS: Aftermath of the explosion, angst, crying CHAPTER SUMMARY: After the shocking explosion leaves you shaken to your core, Bucky steps up to show you how far he’ll go to keep you safe.

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You were shaking so hard you slipped off the couch, sliding to the floor and pulling your legs up, wrapping your arms around them. You could hear Bucky hissing into the phone, his voice barely above a whisper. Tears were gathering in your eyes, dripping down your cheeks, and you were so cold. 

“Y/N? Hey.”

Bucky took his jacket off as he knelt before you, draping it over your shoulders as you looked up at him. You shook your head and he spoke softly. 

“They’re gassing up the plane and we’re going back to Calabasas.”

You reached a shaky hand out and Bucky took it, gripping it tightly. 

“I’ve got you. Do you hear me? I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

You gave a sob, moving to sit on your knees, grabbing his arms and gripping tightly. You shook your head as you spoke, tears soaking the words. 

“I was supposed to be in that car. I could have—“ “Don’t do that to yourself.” “Phil was always … and now he—“

Bucky surged forward, taking you into his arms. You sobbed into his shoulder, wrapping your arms around him and holding him as tightly as you could. Bucky moved a hand to the back of your head, the warmth of his body bleeding into yours. You shook your head, voice barely a whisper. 

“I’m so scared.” “I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” “You can’t promise that.” “But I’m going to do my damnedest to try.”

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I have no words. Once again Rachel you've always me. I can't wait to see what happens next!!! I'm so invested in this. If you're looking for a new fic I highly recommend this one!!!

One Last Job [Two]

WORD COUNT: 2957 WARNINGS: Angsty, emotional, talk of a stalker CHAPTER SUMMARY: You try to get used to having a bodyguard, and a seemingly innocent act proves why you need one.

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You were up with the sun the next morning, foregoing the run/jog your trainer wanted you to do for a swim in the indoor heated pool. You waded into the water from the shallow end, taking a deep breath before ducking your head and swimming under the water. 

You lost count of how many laps you swam, and when your lungs and limbs were burning, you rolled to your back and floated. 

All you could think about, all that you’d thought about through your restless night was Bucky. Why, you didn’t have the slightest clue, but there was something about him you just couldn’t shake. He was attractive, that was for damn sure. But there was something else, something deeper … maybe even a little dark. 

Something you wanted to know more about. 

You ducked your head back under the water, swimming to the side of the pool. You got to the ladder and lifted your head, gasping as you gripped the ladder tightly. 

“Jesus, you scared me.”

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Bodyguard AUs are my fav!! And this slow burn is simultaneously killing me and giving me life.

I just love the easy friendship between her and Steve and the instant connection between her and Bucky. And protective Bucky makes me so soft 😍 and I agree with him all the way Tasha has got to go. I also love, LOVE, love the way you wrote Ollie. He is such a cute little baby and I just want to wrap him in my arms and sheild him from the world!!!

You are honestly crushing it with this fic and I can't wait to see what happens in "Bancougar"

Burden of Proof (6)

WORD COUNT: 5334 WARNINGS: THIS IS AN AU; angst, emotional crap, hurt/comfort, tension, cracks in the foundation

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A few days after Bucky had brought over everything you owned in a few boxes, you woke in a warm bed in Steve’s penthouse. You were desperately trying to keep a positive outlook on your life, and trying even harder not to sink into the depression that seemed to linger at the edges of your mind. 

You crawled out of bed and took a shower, dressing in a pair of leggings Wanda had given you last Christmas and the old, comfortable ARMY shirt you usually saved for sleeping. You felt the need to feel cozy, even while your life fell apart around you. 

You took your time combing out your wet hair, staring at yourself in the huge mirror in the bathroom, still trying to come to grips with the fact that you had almost nothing that was your own. Your apartment had been in a horrific location, but it was yours. Now, you didn’t even have that. 

If you weren’t under house arrest—more or less—you’re sure Wanda would insist you stay with her. And you probably would, because it would mean you could save up enough to maybe double the payments for a while. Of course, if you weren’t under house arrest, you probably never would—

Your eyes widened as a thought came to you, and you set the comb aside, rushing into the bedroom and finding your purse, pulling out all the cash you had. You gave a soft whine because it wasn’t enough, and you closed your eyes, hanging your head for a moment. You wouldn’t ask Steve for money, but you could ask him to make your payment. You couldn’t leave his apartment, but if you didn’t make this payment, they’d come and find you, hold you in contempt of court and toss you in jail. Or worse, like Alexander Pierce had threatened when he finalized your divorce. 

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OMG I literally screamed when I saw this post!! This update made my whole week!!

But honestly this is probably one of the best fics I've ever read. I love seeing all the progress she is making and Watching her and Steve fall in love all over again. And Steve and the heartbreak he must be feeling seeing her beaten and broken after all this time and ughh!!

I just want to know why they broke up!? I have some theories but....

I can't wait to see where you go with this. ❤️❤️❤️

Heart Skip [14]: Steve x Reader

Series Summary:  A soulmate AU where from the moment you are born, two partners share a heartbeat.  They race in times of joy, slow in times of sadness, and they skip at the same moment.

Heart Skip / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 /  Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 /  Part 13

Word Count: 2265

Warnings: Swearing

The place Maria takes you is completely made of concrete and smells damp.  There is a constant sound of moving water that seems to echo around the long hall.  She walks at a brisk pace, with purpose, turning swiftly into an open room.

“Oh my God…” you breathe, when as you step into the room, you’re greeted by the sight of Director Fury laying prone on a hospital bed.  “Is he…?”

“Not dead yet.” Your gaze is drawn to the man standing beside him, checking the machinery that Fury is hooked into.

“What’s his status?” Maria asks.

“The Tetrodotoxin hasn’t worn through quite yet, but we will be able to begin the resuscitation process soon.”  You quickly realize that this man must be a doctor.

Maria nods curtly before moving on to the next room.  You hesitate a moment and then follow her.  “What are you going to do now?” you ask, watching as she sits at a meal desk with a computer and three monitors.

She begins typing with the keyboard, the sound of rapid clicking filling the air.  “I’m trying to find your boyfriend,” she mumbles offhandedly, her eyes glued to the monitors.  “He ditched his uniform then went off the grid.  SHIELD has facial recognition running throughout the city.  Not sure if I should be relieved that nothing’s popped up yet, or not.”

You feel your stomach drop. It’s only there for a brief moment, but as Maria hacks into SHIELD’s files, you see Steve’s face on the screen. It’s his SHIELD identification picture. You’ve seen it a million times, on his security badge, and in the voice activated elevator whenever you would grab lunch together.  But this time, in bold red letters beneath the picture, WANTED FUGITAVE is written clearly.

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