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Good Enough - Steve Rogers

N/A: I hope that you’re feeling better now! And if you don’t you can talk with me if you’d like! 

(Masterlist)

Nearly six months of relationship, six months of new feelings and situations, six months being Captain America’s girlfriend. You were really happy alongside Steve Rogers, in fact, you’ve never been so happy before. Steve was really a good man, even with his flaws, everything made him the hero he was. Everything about him remembered how he was special … and how you were so simple. While Steve was born to greatness, to make a difference and participate in the important role of saving the innocent… You felt you were just a worker ant inside the huge anthill. You had no super powers, you had no super intelligence or was a spy or former assassin. You weren’t an important political office nor was a famous celebrity. You were just you.

You sighed heavily, looking to the clock hanging on the wall of the bakery where you worked, it was almost 7 pm and your second shift would soon end. And you would have to go home and face those blue eyes. It had been a month since you started working the two shifts at the bakery, including asking for your boss to help you with the excuse that it was necessary that the submanager had to be all the time in the store. It was a pathetic excuse, but at least there you felt you belonged somewhere. The store returned to fill with new customers as it was getting late, making your mind stay again busy with work and away from your inner problems. You moved from one side to the other, taking orders from everyone and asking for new products to the front of the store until Camille - one of the attendants and your greatest confidant - came to where you were in the store background with a worried expression.

“He’s here, (Y/N).” she whispered, while she adjusted your hair automatically. “And he looks concerned.”

You took a deep breath, straightening your shoulders before forcing a relaxed smile and march to where Steve was standing at the counter. By spending more time away working, you could better hide your emotions, but you felt guilty because Steve didn’t deserve it. He had no fault to be what he was and that you couldn’t reach the same level as him. You leaned on the counter to stretch and reach the face of the super soldier kissing his cheek and making him smile.

“Hey, soldier.”

“Doll, I was worried… Will you take a lot to go home?“ Steve put a hand to your face, stroking your cheek and then placing one of your strands hair behind your ear.

“Huh, sorry, I completely lost the time… I’ll go home soon.“ you smiled weak and Steve just nodded.

“I need to go on a meeting at Stark right now, but when you get home you send me a message?” he leaned over and kissed your forehead, you nodded silently and gave a brief ‘see you’ watching him leave the store.

You needed to leave.

Once you got inside the apartment you shared with Steve, you went straight toward the closet, grabbing your bag and throwing your things in it and then close it. You’ve thought about taking a shower and change your uniform for a warmer clothes, but afraid that Steve could get home you just picked up your bag and left. After locking the apartment, you picked up a paper and wrote a direct explanation before passing the key and the paper under the door. While you walked away from the building, you didn’t know if it was the crying or the cold that was making you shiver.

“(Y/N), I’m home!” 

Steve hummed when entering the dark apartment, finding it strange to have no answer, he turned on the light and closed the door. He sought you throughout the apartment, calling out your name and felling his chest tighten even more. It was then that he noticed the key and paper near the door, walking with long strides and ducking to get, Steve felt his body freeze when he read the message.

‘You deserve someone better. I’m sorry, but it’s better this way.’

Steve didn’t think twice, rising quickly and opening the door, he ran toward the street. It was cold and snowing, you couldn’t have gone far if you were walking. He walked for 20 minutes. For 20 minutes, he wondered what he had done wrong and blamed himself for not having noticed that you were unhappy. But he loved you and he would do anything to fix what he had done wrong, he would do anything to make you happy again. Then he saw you lying in the street banks, near the bus stop, your suitcase on the floor and snow beginning to cover you. Steve ran toward you, horrified watching the scene before him. He gently took you in his arms and then easily held your bag, walking back to the apartment in silence. The super soldier held you tight against him, trying to warm your delicate body. You didn’t move because of the cold and it worried him. He didn’t want to lose you for something like this. He wouldn’t stand. While you were unconscious, Steve took off your wet clothes and gave you a hot bath, then he dressed you with his warm clothes and laid you in bed with some quilt layers to keep you warm. He made sure to pack your stuff back in the closet before lying down at your side and snuggle you against him. Steve just fell asleep when he felt that your body was already in a safe temperature and that you were sleeping due to exhaustion.

“(Y/N)? Honey? Darling? Baby? Doll?” Steve whispered in his ear, trying to wake you gently, still feeling his heart tighten worriedly, but then sighing relieved to see you open your eyes lazily.

“W-what? Steve?” you asked sleepily for a second holding your breath and automatically trying to get away from him, but Steve held you in his arms preventing you from leaving.

“Don’t… (Y/N), look, I’m sorry. I know it’s my fault, but-”

“No, Stevie, you are perfect! The problem is… I’m not good enough… You need someone to pitch to live in your world… you … I-I …” you didn’t know what to say, feeling your eyes fill with tears, you choked slightly trying to hold back a sob. Steve watched you painfully, hugging you tighter and allowing you to hide your face in his chest.

“So this is the problem? (Y/N)… You’re everything to me… You’re what brings me down to earth. You’re what makes me sober amidst all the craziness that’s my life. Remember when we first met? You saw me as Steve, you saw me just like another man trying to flirt with you and you said no… And slapped me! At that moment I was sure that you were the woman of my life." he murmured, stroking your hair and your  back in an attempt to calm your crying and end your insecurities. If he had known before, if he had noticed… You’d never fell those things. Steve sealed the top of your head and sighed. "I love you, (Y/N). And when I say this, I mean it.”

“Are you sure?” you whispered, raising your face to look at Steve, your eyes looking for him to try to see any hint of regret, but you just found love and care. “I don’t have super powers nor am hyper intelligent, or rich or anything…”

“Hey, I love you because you’re just you.” Steve smiled tenderly, stroking your face with one hand and briefly kissed your lips, pulling out a small smile from you. “And that’s good enough for me.”

“You’re dating Peter Parker? How long? Y/f/n we’ve talked about you dating and-” A loud sigh escaped from your lips as your father, Steve Rogers, was preparing for a mile long speech that you weren’t at all in the mood to hear.

Only minutes before your dad had sat you down at the kitchen table, you were wrapped up tightly in a blanket watching a movie with you boyfriend, Peter Parker. The two of you had been together for a short span of two months but you were both keen on keeping it quiet. It was no secret that your father didn’t like the idea of you dating, he even went to the extreme of having a member of the Avengers watch over you at almost all waking moment to make sure the unspoken rule was followed.

Natasha would ‘casually’ tag along on your trips to the mall when Steve suspected you were meeting with a boy. Sometimes Tony would offer to drive you and your friends around because your father was dead set on the idea that a boy would be involved. Bucky and Steve refused to let anyone besides the team train you thinking that one of the male agents would pull something on you. You were beyond thankful and appreciative of your father ( and the rest of the teams) over protectiveness but at times it was overbearing.

You hardly went out to movies with your friends anymore because Wanda’s suspicious eyes made them uncomfortable and Thor could quickly turn your hang outs into awkward learning sessions on Asgardian terms and ways of life. You felt suffocated and smothered twentyfour-seven, well that was you did until you met Peter Parker.

Despite your father having forced you to sit out of the fight between him and Tony a few months back, you still traveled along with him to Germany. Nobody dared involve you in the fight so you kept yourself roaming on the down low in the streets of Munich, Germany with a trusted S.H.I.E.L.D agents watching over you. When the fight was over, Natasha escorted you back to New York and on the plane ride home you were introduced to the one and only Spiderman himself.

It was an odd thing meeting Peter. You quickly found the two of you had a long list of traits in common. You both were total dorks, top of your class, had special abilities, and felt stuck on the outside. When your father and Tony worked everything out and the team became one again, Tony Stark offered Peter a spot on The Avengers, if he earned it.

Peter was ecstatic and trained nonstop with you, soaking all the information you could possible give him up like a sponge. But along the way through all your flirtatious comments and teasing acts, you began to develop feelings for Peter. He was the same age as you and you shared so much in common so how could you not fall for his adorable smile?

When Peter came to you early one Sunday morning with the news that Tony was letting him join in on the next upcoming mission, you couldn’t hold back. You leaped across the room closing the space between the two of you and pressed you lips against his chapped ones without warning. An eruption of butterflies and fireworks exploded inside of you at the embrace. Peter’s hands trailed up your side and stopped at the small of your back pulling you tight against his body. You kept your hands by your side feeling a bit awkward not knowing what to do with them, it was your first kiss after all. You pulled away moments later and grazed your numb lips with your fingertip.

“Wow…” Peter mumbled smiling widely.

‘Yeah…” You responded still glued to a state of shock.

From there on Peter Parker and yourself made a plan and vowed not to tell a single soul of your relationship until your dad eased up. The team never questioned either of you and Steve trusted you with Parker, thinking of him as only your friend. You had no idea how long it would take and for a while you pondered over the possibility of never being able to come public with your relationship. But now as you sat soundlessly in front of your dad the idea of never coming clean to Steve didn’t seem so bad.

“Dad I like him alot and I know you do too. He’s nice to me and he doesn’t make me feel so lonely in this place. I don’t have many friends, dad. Peter had always been there for me and he understands me.” You explained softly staring at the marble countertop. The mesh of greys and white were suddenly the most interesting thing you had seen as your the padding of your finger traced the designs.

“I did like him,Y/n. That was before I knew he was dating you.” He said sternly. After you dad caught you with snuggled up to Peter and demanded an explanation, he rushed you back home to your apartment in Brooklyn that your father shared with your Uncle Bucky.

Bucky was seated on the couch flipping through channels and trying to remain out of the argument. He had had his fair share of wars within the last year and the last thing he wanted was to get between Steve and you.

“We’re still dating, dad.” Your voice was shallow and low. You could feel your throat clenching up and tears building up in your eyes. Peter was your best friend and were quickly developing deeper feelings than you could handle, the last thing you needed was your dad against you.

From the corner of your eye you could see your Uncle Bucky shifting from his seat on the couch to turn and subtly glance at your father and you.

“That’s not the point- Y/n I’m just… I’m just upset you didn’t tell me, alright? I thought you knew you could tell me anything.” He admitted defeatedly. His eyebrows were scrunched together in deep thought as he stared at you from across the table. A bit of guilt washed over you as you took in his words knowing exactly what he was touching on. Your mother, whom was long gone and had no intention of returning, was a very distrustful person after your birth. She betrayed your family and left in the middle of the night without warning leaving your dad in ruins.

The last thing you wanted was to turn into your wariness mom.

Reaching across the tabletop you laid your hand on top of your dad’s giving it a light squeeze. “Dad I’m sorry I didn’t mean to hide anything from you. The only reason I kept it from you was because I knew you would react like this. I really like him, Peter that is, but I was scared you wouldn’t let me be with him and be mad at me.”

Glancing up at you with watery eyes Steve shook his head,

“No sweetheart, I could never be mad at you. You’re my little girl and I love you more than anything. I’m sorry I’ve been so protective of you I just don’t want to lose you like I did your mom. Parker’s a good kid, he’ll take care of you and I’m sorry I embarrassed you, Y/n. I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did.” A small visible trail of salt tears were skimming down Steve’s cheek making you feel even worse for not telling him in the first place. “You didn’t embarrass me, dad. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Peter and I, I should’ve never tried to hide it from you at all.” Maneuvering around the long island you managed to throw your arms around your father’s broad shoulder hugging him tightly. He returned the gestured immediately and rubbed your back soothingly.

“It’s okay, sweetie. I can understand why you didn’t tell me, but from now on I want you to know you can be honest with me, okay?” He explained. You smiled happily and nodded your head in agreement.

A new presence filled the room as Bucky stood awkwardly by you two. Pulling apart Steve wiped his eyes and turned to your Uncle with curious eyes. Bucky threw his arm around your shoulder and chuckled loudly.

“You know Steve, I’m surprise it took you so long to figure out those two are dating. Natasha and I have caught them millions of time sneaking around the tower together.” Your eyes grew wide at his words. “Wait you knew?” You gaped up at him. James smirked down at you and ruffled your hair. “Of course I did. You guys aren’t exactly the best at keeping secrets.” Bucky teased reaching across the table to grab a purple plum from the bowl. Steve turned in his chair and stared at him in confusion. “Buck, why didn’t you tell me sooner?” He questioned. Chewing on the plump fruit Bucky shrugged. “Because I knew you’d freak out, besides they’re cute together and it was pretty amusing watching them think they were slik.” A faint blush painted your pale cheeks red. How had you not known Bucky had caught on to you and Peter? You thought you two were as careful as could be, what sort of slip up had you caused? Before you could push the matter anymore a loud knock on the front door cut you off. You dad excused himself and walked over to the door as you continued your discussion with Bucky who gave you a play by play on the exact moments he caught you and Parker together in the couple form.

A voice from the apartment door drew you away from Bucky and caused you to gaze over in realization. When Steve opened the door he was face to face with the one and only Spiderman who stood with his chest puffed out and a look of determination tracing his perfect features. You tried to signal to him from behind your father that you had worked everything out but he simply ignored you and started his mini rant.

“Hi Mr. Rogers, I’m sorry for dropping by unannounced but I needed to talk to you about Y/n and I. I’m sorry for disrespecting you and not telling you about how I feel for your daughter but I care about her a lot and you sort of intimidate me. Actually you really intimidate me and scare me a bit.  Anyways, I like Y/n a lot. She’s my closest friend and basically the only person I can relate to around here. I promise I have never nor do I plan on ever treating her wrongly, she means alot to me and she is beautiful and smart-” Stepping aside your dad motioned his arm towards the inside of you home and smiled warmly at the young teen.

“Peter would you like to come in for dinner? I was just about to put a pizza in the oven or maybe make some pasta. If it’s alright with your Aunt we would love to have you over.” Buck and you shared a look and snickered quietly watching the sudden mixture of dementedness and revelation. His hands were shoved in his pocket and he once again stumbled along with his words. “I- uh…um… you- well… yeah sure I g-guess. That uh- that sounds really nice.” Peter’s hand worked its way to the back of his neck scratching it uncomfortably. Steve shook his head and pointed his finger towards the kitchen. Peter’s big brown eyes landed on you the second he entered the room and his lips stretched.

“Y/n…” You gave him a small wave slowly making your way to him. Bucky sipped on his water trying to mask his laughter and avoid staring at you and Peter shifting awkwardly in front of each other. Steve bit his lips as he turned on the oven and strained his hearing hoping to catch in on your conversation.

“Hey Peter, what are you doing here?” You whispered grabbing ahold of his upper arm. Peter shrugged his shoulder and looked past you watching your dad pull a pizza out from a brown box.

“Well, uh it’s sort of lame but I came to talk your dad into letting us be together. I thought it would be all dramatic and he’d hate me but I think he took it pretty well.” Peter admitted. You could hear a muffled chuckle from your Uncle Bucky but he managed to replace it with a cough before Peter noticed.

Nodding you wrapped your arms around Peter’s waist and hugged him close. He reacted quickly, his hand reaching up to comb through your hair. With your head resting on his chest you gazed up at your boyfriend with a sweet smile,

“That’s so kind of you, my hero.”

Steve’s heart practically melted at the sound of your loving voice. As much as it hurt to see you growing up, Steve knew it was bound to happen eventually. Besides, he thought, things could’ve turned out much at worse, at least you weren’t seeing Deadpool.

-Daizy x

Are We There Yet? (Steve/Sam/Bucky x Reader)

Not a request but based off of this post 

@pleasecallmecaptain ;)

word count: 2058

warnings: cursing

“No.”

“(Y/N), you didn’t even give me a chance to ask my question!” the man trailed behind you, flailing his arms behind you exasperatedly. You knew exactly what he wanted to ask and there was no way in hell you’d sit down and agree with him. “Just give me a chance, (Y/N)?”

“No.”

“But-”

“Steve, I swear to God,” you hissed, walking past him to avoid his gaze as you struggled to continue what you were doing before your friend stepped into the room. Pacing from left to right, you could barely even remember what you were doing as your mind was clouded with stress and guilt when Steve threw you the look you tried so hard to avoid receiving. “Steve…” your voice trailed off, squinting your eyes threateningly at him. Your efforts barely did anything as his eyes screamed disappointment at you. A loud, obvious sigh escaped your lips as you threw your arms up in the air. “Fine. Ask me.”

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That’s the Wrong Sister (Steve Rogers x reader)

Request: food-books-and-bed said: Can I request a story where the reader was Natasha’s twin and was walking down the street or something and someone needed help and mistook her for Natasha and Steve was watching and he made her join the team she and Steve hookup but he falls for her

Sometimes it was almost a curse to be the twin sister of Natasha Romanoff.  It was definitely a bad choice to live in the same city, where her enemies knew where to find her and where anyone at any time could ask her to save them.  You tried to dress conservatively, hoping to cover your identity as much as possible without being totally hidden from the world.  You still had a life to live, after all.

Tonight was one of those nights that had you wishing that you would have just stayed home.  You could hear a woman screaming from somewhere nearby, but the sound seemed to come from all around you.  Moving to the middle of the street, you looked quickly for any cars before closing your eyes and listening; trying to decide which direction to run, trying to drown out the background noises of the city around you.

“Ma’am?”

“Shh!” you scolded the voice next to you, raising your hand to demand his silence.  You never even opened your eyes to see who it was, running away from him as your senses sorted out which direction the woman’s scream was coming from.  You didn’t hear him follow you either.

When you reached the alley, you stopped at the sight of a man holding a woman against a building with a knife to her throat as he rummaged through her purse.  She was doing her best not to panic, and tried to hold her reaction when she saw you in her peripheral vision as to not give you away.

“Hey,” you called out, stepping into his line of sight, “I think you should let her go before this gets ugly.”

The man pulled his knife away and released her, now turning to you.  She grabbed her bag and ran from the alley, leaving him for you.  “Hey, cutie,” he smirked in a gravelly voice that sounded old and worn, “you’ve got a lot of nerve, scaring off my catch there. You taking her place?”

“I’m here to kick your ass.”

The man spun the knife around in his hand and stepped back to lower himself into a lunge, shooting himself forward at you.  You simply shook your head and sighed, easily grabbing his arm when he attempted to swing the blade at you, firmly twisting and snapping his shoulder from its joint.  He was now lying at your feet, whimpering and begging for you to stop pushing your foot into his chest.  You grabbed his knife and slipped it into your boot, leaning down to capture his gaze.

“At least make it a challenge for me,” you mumbled.  “I’m sure you have a few questions, but I had plans that you so rudely interrupted.” You pulled out your phone and called for police to come pick him up, looking around to see if anyone had been watching.  The alley was dark and you didn’t see anyone, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was there.

Once the sirens grew closer and you could see the lights on the nearby street, you jumped to the nearest fire escape and climbed up until you were out of view, watching the man to be sure he didn’t try to run.  Satisfied with his removal, you jumped to the next building and then the next, lowering yourself to the ground to leave and resume your original plans for the night.

Back at the site of the incident, Steve watched as you disappeared into the darkness.  He stood motionless for several minutes before a dark figure dropped down next to him from above; another witness to your control of the situation.

“Rogers.”

“Murdock.”

“So, who’s that one? These vigilante types are just crawling from the woodwork, huh?”

Steve looked at Matt and sighed loudly, disbelieving what was being said.  “Really?  You mean like you?”  

“Hey, this isn’t about me,” Matt said nervously, raising his hands in defeat and slowly backing away. “Okay…so…nice chat, Cap.  I best be on my way.”

Pulling his phone from his pocket, Steve paused for a moment before making the call that could change your life from this day forward.  He slowly dialed, considering his decision before entering the final number, but finally gave in and put the phone to his ear.

“Hey, Nat.  I have a few questions to run by you.  You got a minute?”

~~~

“She doesn’t want to be found, Steve.  I can’t say that I blame her.”

“Okay, but why didn’t you tell me you that you have a sister?  You’re in the same city, and yeah it’s a big city, but there’s always a chance that we would run into her.”  Steve looked up at Natasha across the small café table with a small smirk, taking a drink of his coffee, “I thought she was you.”

“She’s good.  Not as good as me, of course, but she has no problem holding her own.”

“Can you bring her in?”

Natasha sat her cup down on the table with a loud thud and a shocked look on her face as she all but choked on her drink.  “To the team?!  Are you joking?  Cap, I just said, she doesn’t want to be found.  I did say that in English, right?”

“Yeah, you did,” he chuckled.  “But all the same, I think it’s the right thing to do.”  Steve quickly took the last swallow of his coffee and stood to leave, looking down at his teammate, “you in or out?”

“I’m out.”

~~~

The overly enthusiastic and loud banging on your door startled you enough to drop your phone before you could send another reply back to your sister, who had tried to give you a little warning that he was trying to find you; you were surprised that the Captain had arrived so quickly.  You stood to open the door, but had made a firm decision to not let him in.

“Well, I must say you sure didn’t waste any time finding me.  Did she tell you or are you just that resourceful?”

“I prefer to not divulge my methods,” he said, looking down at you with a commanding presence that did anything but put you at ease.  He was more intimidating than you would have imagined after what you had read about him and what Nat had told you.  “May I?” He pushed his way through the door before you could reply, taking full advantage of your stunned silence.

“You know, that’s rude to just force your way into someone’s home.  In fact, I think that’s called trespassing, Captain Rogers.  Not very law abiding for a walking flag.”

Steve looked down at the clothes he was wearing, a pair of jeans and a simple button down shirt, and looked back at you with confusion.  “I’m not even wearing the suit-“

“Can’t escape it, sorry,” you sighed, shutting the door once you decided that he wasn’t about to leave any time soon.  “You just ooze patriotism.”  You took a deep breath and turned to look at him, doing your best to hold your resolve and not take him up on the offer that you knew was coming.  Doing your best to not fall prey to the man that Nat had warned you about only moments ago.  The man that she knew was much too close to your type, and that you would find hard to say no to.  “No thanks, Captain.  I know what you are here to offer, and I don’t want you to waste your time or energy.”

“She told you.”

“She’s my sister.  You think she wouldn’t?”

Steve took a few steps closer with a slight sense of urgency and fear that he would lose any shot to convince you of his plan before you even gave him a chance.  “Okay, but hear me out.  You didn’t break a sweat the other night; you didn’t even look like you were engaged in it.  It was too easy.  You must have skills similar to hers, right?”

“I said no.”

“Natasha told me that you were trained with her, but you stayed behind after she left the Red Room. You stayed on and trained new girls-“

Finished with his lack of respect for your answer, you stepped behind him and twisted his arm back, pushing him into the wall and pressing his face against it.  He didn’t fight back at all, not even pushing back when you held him tighter.  

“What part of ‘no’ is Captain America having a hard time with?  Is it the ‘n’ or the ‘o’?  Perhaps it’s a lack of manners that’s the problem?   Do you make it a habit to just barge into someone’s home and spout off until you get your way?  Do you always get your way, Steve?  Is that it?”

You swore you heard him growl; like some strange animalistic noise coming from his throat.  You held your ground, waiting for him to turn the tables on you, planting your feet firmly to keep your leverage against him. “Hmm?  Nothing?  I thought you were more than just a shield, Rogers.”

Those must have been the magic words to spring him into action.  It a flurry of twisting arms and legs, punches and kicks, fingers weaved into hair and hands around throats, it was a matter of seconds before you were pinned to the ground and he was looking down at you.  His hands were like vice grips holding your arms to the floor; you couldn’t so much as even wiggle your fingers.

“Now that we have that out of the way,” Steve panted, “can we get back to business?  You’re skills are impressive, (Y/N).”  The look in his eyes was shifting, and softening slightly, but they were still intense and held your attention with the deepness of the blue in them.  You felt a shift in your interaction, and you could see that he did too.  “Alright…maybe…maybe it would be best if we got off the floor and talked in a more civilized way.”

He finally stood and held his hand out to you to help you up, no longer making the eye contact he had so firmly held seconds ago.  “Alright, talk,” you sighed, straightening out your shirt as you stood.  “You have ten minutes to convince me of every reason why I should go with you.”

~~~

Steve was a very convincing man.  It likely had a lot to do with the fact that you now wanted to let him convince you so you could see more of him.  You had spoken only a handful of words to him, but you listened to him go on and on about how the Avengers were a cohesive team that wanted to protect and make things right.  He was so passionate about what he believed, that you couldn’t help but be convinced, and now here you were, about to meet everyone.

“Just wait here,” he whispered, resting his hand over yours as if it were natural to do so.  When you looked down at it, he pulled away quickly and cleared his throat in embarrassment.  “Um, I’m just gonna see who’s here before you come in.  Looking so much like Nat might be a bit of a shock for them.”

After about five minutes he returned to the front door to bring you in, looking slightly disappointed about something.  “Well, no one’s here right now, but I can give you a tour if you’d like?”  His eyes were filled with anticipation that you would agree to stay, so you quickly took his hand for him to lead the way.

“Alright,” he sighed, looking down at your two hands and your fingers intertwined, seeming a bit uncomfortable at the contact.  “gym first.”

“No,” you said, pulling back against his arm to stop him and keeping your hand in place as you spoke. “You said the tower’s empty, right?”

“Uh…yeah…?”

Being forward wasn’t your strong suit, and you were usually uncomfortable showing guys any interest, but this was no normal guy.  You may never have this opportunity again, so you took the chance, pulling him down for a kiss, wrapping your other hand around his neck.  He responded quickly, pressing his mouth roughly against yours, his tongue searching desperately and dancing with yours.  You lost your breath when he lifted you from the floor, and you had to wrap your legs around him to keep your balance.  

The breath was knocked from your chest slightly as he slammed your back into the wall, still kissing you with ferocity and need.  He pulled his head back and began to leave hot kisses down your neck, his warmth leaving goosebumps on your skin.

“This isn’t like me,” you panted.  “I swear…it’s just…that you…”

“I know…but I don’t want to stop myself.”

~~~

You woke the next morning to incessant buzzing from your phone and countless texts from Natasha, undoubtedly worried that she hadn’t heard from you since telling her you were going to meet with Steve.

Did you see the tower last night?

Steve said he convinced you to stop by.

Where are you?

Are you still asleep?  Wake up, already.

Have you heard from Steve?

“God, she’s persistent,” you whispered to yourself, rolling onto your back and rubbing the sleep from your eyes.  “You get to tell her, not me.”

“She’s your sister,” Steve said in a sleepy voice, “I’m not getting in the middle of that.”

“It didn’t seem to bother you last night.”  You sat up and stretched, yawning as your body pulled it’s aching muscles, “alright, then what should I say?”

“Tell her that you didn’t get a tour of the tower because I was too busy taking advantage of her only sister.”

You tapped away at your phone for a few seconds then tossed it on the table next to you.  “Okay.”

Steve’s face went immediately pale and his mouth hung open in shock.  “You didn’t…”

You gave him a mischievous smile and quietly began, “Five…four…three…two…one…”

The furious banging on his door surprised him, jumping at the sound of the angry Russian on the other side.  “Steven Rogers, you seem to have forgotten how many ways there are for me to kill you!”

Spoilers for Stange New Worlds S02E01

I'm just wondering about Pike's reaction when someone told him what happend. You basically take 3 day's off to do some important shit and your crew steals your ship, (tbh he is probably not surprised about it) your first officer almost starts a war with Klingons (this seems to be a family trait for them), gets drunk, hires new chief science officer and hangover calls Admiral April in the meantime two of your subordinates who are essential personel take some green drug juice and almost freeze to death in space escaping Klingons and it's only on day one. I haven't written fanfiction since High school especially in English because it's not my first language but for this I may try 😅

The best ones ever

Love Bites

Summary: Secrets always come out and you get caught with some very visible evidence of yours Warnings: heated kissing, literally all the language

The quinjet landed roughly and jostled you from sleep. You’d been on the jet seventeen hours, and asleep for the majority of them. It had always been hard for you to sleep during missions, and you relished the peace that came as soon as you stepped onto the jet after each one. You would often sleep through entire flights home.

You stumbled off the jet in a daze, looking around in the hopes of finding someone waiting for you. Your mission had taken away from the tower almost two weeks and you had missed your make-shift family more than you’d ever admit. The hanger was empty and you dropped your bag on the ground with a sigh. “Welcome home, Miss (Y/l/n),” F.R.I.D.A.Y. greeted you.

“Thank you, F.R.I.D.A.Y.,” you said with a weak smile, surprisingly comforted by the AI’s electronic voice. You started down the hall to your room, eyes half open, when arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you into the dark. Your body tensed before you recognized his cologne and relaxed into his chest. “Really, Steve?” you asked, stifling a laugh. “A closet? Are we fifteen?”

“Maybe I just couldn’t wait,” he answered, and you could hear the smirk in his voice. “I missed you.”

His arms dropped and you turned to face him, although you couldn’t see him. “I missed you too.” Steve’s hands found your waist in the dark and he backed you against the wall, his knee sliding up between your legs to hoist you off the ground. A small noise of pleasure fell involuntarily from your lips and his hands ran up your thighs. His fingers teased beneath the hem of your shirt and your body felt like fire. “Are you going to kiss me or not, Rogers?” you asked breathlessly.

“Impatient, doll?” he asked with a laugh, dragging his lips across your jaw and down your neck. A strangled breath escaped your lungs and he growled against your skin. You ran your hands through his hair, tugging on it gently, and he moaned. Another step brought him flush against you. He pressed his lips roughly to yours, biting your lip.

You groaned again and ran your hands beneath his shirt, rolling your hips down into his and he hissed against you. The heat of his body suddenly disappeared and you felt his hands straightening your clothes before you heard him fix his own. “Finished already, Captain?”

“Hell no, but a bed is a bit more comfortable than a wall,” he whispered, pressing a kiss below your ear.

“Always the gentleman.”

He was asleep when you woke up the next morning, and you slipped silently from his arms. Your clothes were strewn throughout the room and, despite diligent searching, your pants were no where in sight. Surrendering and pulling one of his shirts over your head with a sigh, you left the room, praying no one would be around to see.

The tower was asleep and you made it back to your own apartment two floors up without hassle. His shirt was added to the growing collection you kept tucked into a drawer and hidden away. It gave him something to wear the nights you ended up tangled with each other in your room instead of his.

The water was colder than you expected when you stepped into the shower, but it was a welcomed change. Steve radiated heat. When you slept through the night together, blankets were never a necessity. You shook your head, hoping to knock him from your thoughts. In front of everyone but Bucky, he wasn’t yours.

Too tired to dry your hair, you wrangled it into a wet bun before slipping into the oversized shirt you usually wore to bed. You left your apartment and made your way to the kitchen, happy to keep your secret. “Morning, Nattie,” you said, smiling at the redhead.

“(Y/n).” She was almost asleep in her coffee.

“Are we training today?”

“No.” His voice surprised you and you flinched, almost pouring the hot coffee onto your hand instead of into the mug. “Everyone gets today off.”

“A day off, Captain?” you asked with exaggerated surprise, handing him a cup as he walked to your side. “What’s the special occasion?”

“Guess I’m just in a good mood,” he murmured, smirking at you. Your cheeks flushed red and you raised a hand to your neck, brushing your fingers over one of the marks he’d left on you the night before. Steve’s eyes darkened with lust and laughter before you broke eye contact to sit by Natasha.

“Have I told you about that girl in accounting?” Natasha asked as she began to wake. Pain and jealousy echoed in your chest. You knew she wanted to see him someone. 

“You have,” he answered casually, not turning to face either of you, “and I’ve told you I’m not interested.” The echoes faded as Steve finally turned to you and made cautious eye contact.

The rest of the team started to stumble into the room, most looking exhausted. Sam could have rolled out of bed and fallen into the kitchen. Tony probably hadn’t even gone to bed the night before. Vision didn’t need sleep.

“Someone throw me the Lucky Charms?” you asked, hungry but too tired and sore to get up.

Steve moved, ready to grab them for you, but Tony was already there and tossed the box across the room to you. His eyes narrowed as you caught the box and his head tilted in curiosity. “What were you up to last night, kiddo?”

“Sleeping,” you answered, pouring too much cereal into the bowl Bucky handed you and ignoring Tony.

“Really? Because those love bites say otherwise.” You felt heat in your cheeks and struggled not to look to your Captain. The whole team stared.

Clint giggled from somewhere above your head. “She’s got them all over her thighs too.” You were sure your entire body was blushing now.

“Let’s not tease the poor girl,” Steve said and you finally let yourself glance to him. There was pride in his eyes. “We’ve all had a night of fun.”

“And we’ve all had our mornings of shame afterwards,” Tony said, sauntering over to the table.

“He’s no one,” you answered quietly, dropping your eyes to your lap, unsure of what to say. You’d been together nearly half a year.

“At least I know why you have been turning me down,” Pietro said, reaching across the table in an attempt to snatch your hand. You pulled away, panicked eyes flickering to Steve for a moment.

“Maybe she’s been turning you down because you’re a cocky little shit,” Buck spoke suddenly, and everyone turned in surprise. Steve snorted.

“It is not cocky if I know I am better,” Pietro argued.

“I highly doubt that,” you mumbled. Eyes shifted back to you and yours widened as you realized they’d heard.

“Really? Who exactly is this marvelous mystery man, then?” Tony asked, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“He’s none of our business, Tony,” Steve said. His eyes softened when they landed on you, apology replacing the pride from earlier.

A blue flash obscured your vision and you felt Pietro wrap his arms around your middle and you screamed in shock. “I will not give up so easily, prințesă,” he said, humor in his eyes. “I will steal you!”

Unsure of how to react, you began to laugh and attempted to untangle yourself from his arms. “No, no, prințesă. Give me a kiss and I will let you go, yes?” You laughed harder, caught off guard by his sudden brashness. Your giggles died when you looked to Steve. His eyes were dark and clouded with anger.

“Put her down, Pietro,” Steve said, his voice low and protective.

“Oh, come on, Cap! Let the kid have some fun,” Tony teased, setting a hand on Steve’s arm.

“The kid can have all the fun he wants with someone else’s girl,” Steve growled, shaking Tony’s hand off, “but he needs to put mine down.”

Pietro hurriedly set you on your feet and you stumbled forward, focused on Steve. He reached out to steady you, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close. “Are you okay, doll?”

“FUCKING FINALLY,” Natasha burst out, more awake than she’d been all morning. “HOLY SHIT. YOU TWO HAVE BEEN FUCKING FOR SIX MONTHS, THREE WEEKS, AND FIVE FUCKING DAYS. YOU’VE BEEN SUBTLE AS FUCK.”

Bucky began to laugh, doubling over in his chair as the rest of the team stared at Natasha in astonishment. “You both knew?” Tony shouted, turning to watch Bucky fall to the ground. “You both knew about this?” he continued, gesturing widely as Steve held you to his chest. “And didn’t say anything? What the hell?”

“Are you actually surprised Steve told me, Tony?” Bucky asked, finally composing himself enough to stand back up.

Tony shot a questioning glare at Natasha. “She’s a loud fucker,” she explained casually and Steve’s chest began to shake with laughter while you tried to disappear into his arms.

“Language, Nattie,” you mumbled, your voice muffled against Steve.

i saw this:

and thought it would be fun to actually work that out. so

Google Docs

DOCTOR WHO IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER

Sheet1 the myth makers,1200 bc the romans,64 the fires of pompeii,23-24 august 79 the eaters of light,2nd century,1st doctor the pandorica

^^^ every doctor who episode in chronological order

(pls let me know if theres any mistakes! i got most of the info from the tardis wiki so idk if its 100% accurate)

btw!!! the episodes are ordered by where they go FIRST in the episode :) (PLEASE STOP TELLING ME TO PUT UNEARTHLY CHILD FIRST THEYRE IN 1963 FIRS TPLEASEEEEEYEGEHFEHFYUFHGEUYS)

I was today years old when I learned that when you type “otp: true” in AO3 search results it filters out fics with additional ships, leaving only the fics where your otp is the main ship