Steve x Reader Smut WC: 1889 Warnings: Swear words, masturbation, oral sex Summary: Reader has a crush on Cap and wonders what he would look (and feel!) like with a beard… AN: I feel like I haven’t been giving Steve enough love lately plus with all the commotion about Cap with a beard, I had to give this a go. Though I will admit, everything is better with a beard…Also, I’m kinda wordy…sorry
It was one of those nights where just the girls were hanging out. It was a rare opportunity and a nice feeling, You were all at various levels of intoxication sitting together around the living room area and conversation flowed as easily as the wine.
“You know, we probably should have made more snacks,” mused Pepper, always looking out for everyone.
Maria and Natasha snorted, “Please,” replied Natasha, “Eating just means less room for wine!” She raised her glass in a toast, “To us!”
“Ugh, what’s with this lumberjack look?” commented Maria, while flipping through the pages of a magazine. “Whatever happened to clean shaven, respectable looking men?”
“Now now,” Pepper scolded her, “Goatees are pretty sexy,” she smirked.
“That’s because a goatee is groomed, but a beard? Yuck,” Maria retorted.
“I don’t know,” you chimed in. “I’m of the personal philosophy that a beard makes everything better.”
Natasha nodded in agreement. “I think some men just suit beards… Though I suppose the true test is if they look good with a beard and without one.”
Maria disagreed, “But beard burn? Eww. I’m a grown-ass lady. I don’t need evidence of my necking.”
You laughed at her, “First of all, how old are you? Who says necking? Secondly, I dunno… there’s something about the roughness of it… All scratchy and manly.” You could feel yourself blushing, as if you had said too much.
Just then, the guys entered the room. You were fairly certain that they hadn’t heard any of the previous conversation. You took a long swallow of your drink, hoping it would cool you off.
The topic of conversation turned to the upcoming mission. You were one of the two remaining behind as your particular skills weren’t needed so you didn’t really pay attention to the conversation. Instead, you casually observed your friends, one in particular, until Natasha elbowed you.
“You’re staring,” she muttered to you.
You felt yourself turn red again. Apparently you weren’t as casual as you thought you were.
Leaning into you, she whispered, “I wonder what Cap would look like with a beard.”
I am here today to show you how to put on a wig and, well, not want to stab yourself in the eye afterwards. The thing with wigs, is they’re essentially like everything else in cosplay: in order to finish with a good result, you need to start with a good beginning. So, here we go.
“Aw, we aren’t strangers!” Fresh immediately interjected. “Ya seem pretty rad, lil broski, how’s about we be friends instead?” Decans eyes widened even further, a small gasp slipping out. “R-really?” he blurted. At the confirming nod, the tiniest hints of a smile started to tug at the corners of his mouth. “I haven’t had a friend before.”’
Okay, so I seriously love the whole MCQ verse. It is so very fun to play with. Aaaaand I really have been meaning to get back into writing fanfiction, so welcome to Fresh Start! A MCQ AU where Geno, Error, and Fresh are all adults, and Decans, Asy, and Ink are three tiny little kids that end up running into them. Basically gratuitous domestic fluff because that is my weakness
You can read it here, under the cut, or you can read it on FF.net or AO3 ^^ Hope you enjoy!
Characters - Peter x Reader, Steve, T'Challa, mentions of Tony
Word Count - 1029
Warnings - Fluff
Request - Hoooooows about the reader being SUPER smart about Peter’s age on #teamcap and set after civil war, when Tony is too big to reach out to Steve for help Peter contacts y/n and the team kinda gets back together ‘for the kids’ sake, cause they’re in 'puppy love’????!!!1!1!!1!? (Anon)
A/N - I went a little off from the request. Idk, I started writing and it just happened. Please let me know what you think!
“Y/N,” Steve mumbled your name after hearing you sigh for about the fourth time in the past half hour.
Though your eyes were glued to the window, he knew that there was a longing dancing within them. Your heart was aching and you couldn’t help the knots that twisted tightly in your chest as you thought about the fight in Germany. You wanted nothing more than to just leave, you hated that you had to pick sides on the matter.
Hiro jolted, nearly jumping out of his own skin as hands covered his eyes from behind.
“Haha, very funny,” He mumbled, ignoring his aunt’s laugh in the back of his ears. His mind was already running a mile a minute, going over possible deductions of who could be holding him hostage.
Hand texture, usual smell, height advantage, time of the day, others are at the lab-
In only ten seconds he had a pretty good idea.
“Get off Y/N,” he wiggled in your hold. You squawked in indignation at how quickly he had figured it out. What in the world?
“Who’s that?” You lowered your voice exponentially, trying to keep him still.
He jabbed an elbow lightly in your side, distracting you enough to loosen your hold. His palms came up to skillfully push yours from his face, slinking out like a snake.
“Nice try,” He turned to peer up at you through a thick mess of tussled brown locks, wide almond eyes perusing your form.
You huffed. “Not fair, you mini prodigy.”
Hiro’s lips curved upwards into a smirk as he raised an eyebrow, but it was instantly wiped off when you took the opportunity to roughly ruffle his tussles of hair.
“Quit it!” He whined and you laughed.
“Yeah, yeah,” you let him go for now, glancing up the stairs. He caught your fast look and crossed his arms over his chest, giving you a knowing stare.
“What?” You broke his eye contact, unnerved. How a kid managed to do that to you was a mystery in of itself.
“He’s up there,” Hiro mused, starting to walk away. “How about you stop gawking and actually go say hi?”
Your mouth dropped open. “You little!”
You went to give him a lesson but he was already running away, snickers trailing through the air with him. You playfully shook your fist at his back, ignoring the slight pink tint to your cheeks.
“Brat,” you muttered with no bite in your tone, starting to head up the stairs.
He was indeed up there, you thought as you heard the familiar mumblings of his voice.
You paused, taking in a deep breath before continuing, lightly tiptoeing so that you could surprise him as well.
Your head peeked around the corner when you reached the top of the stairs-
And you nearly choked.
(In your defense, it was totally their fault their room didn’t have a freaking door.)
For a couple seconds your mind couldn’t process what it was seeing as you watched Tadashi Hamada lightly stretch, pulling his shirt up and over his head. Heat exploded across your face and you ogled helplessly, eyes fixed on the firm muscles of his back rolling underneath the skin, his pants dangerously low on his hips.
It was only when you saw his hands stray to his waist, probably to dispose of his lower article of clothing as well, that the choked noise escaped the back of your throat.
He stiffened, twisting around, confusion making his eyebrows furrow. When he saw your tense form he brightened for a second, just a second, before he went even more rigid, a shadow falling over his face.
As he was now faced towards you, you saw something you didn’t before, something that made any sense of a blush leave your cheeks.
Light patches of skin, lighter than the rest of his body crossed over his chest and splotched parts of his arms.
It was only a glimpse because Tadashi was shoving his shirt back on in no time, eyes darkened. However, it took only that glimpse to fill you with worry, especially now that he wouldn’t meet your gaze.
“Tada-” you began, only to be cut off when he turned away.
“Not right now,” he mumbled, shoulders trembling a bit. You stepped closer, concerned he may have taken your worry at his scars for disgust.
“I said not right now, Y/N,” He repeated, firmer, a bitter tone to his words. They struck right through you and you pursed your lips together to keep them from wobbling.
Then your embarrassment, worry and shame all changed to anger.
“Fine then!” You narrowed your eyes. He met your gaze to see you walking towards him with purpose in your steps, eyes ablaze.
Tadashi backed up but stopped when you pushed a finger into his chest, teeth gritted.
“Try to push me away as much as you can,” you growled. “But don’t ever get the wrong idea about yourself mister.”
You slammed a fist onto the dresser beside you. “My house. Three hours. Come. Or else.”
Then you were swishing away, storming out the room and down the staircase again.
Tadashi stared after you blankly, your frustrated expression at the forefront of his mind. He didn’t know how long he was in space when he heard the footfalls of feet coming back up the stairs.
His mouth opened, ready to apologize but closed when he saw his brother round the corner.
“Oh,” he muttered.
Hiro blinked but gave it no mind, yawning as he walked past him to sit by his computer.
“Y/N told me to tell you to wear clothes you wouldn’t mind getting messy,” he drawled, starting up the monitor. Tadashi frowned and Hiro shrugged.
“No idea what that means, but I’m guessing you do,” he said.
Tadashi sighed, looking up at the ceiling. You would be the death of him one day.
He was knocked out of his thoughts when a fist connected with his gut, knocking the wind out of him.
He gawked at his brother, face an unmistakable expression of what the hell?
Hiro just smiled innocently. “She also told me to do that.”
Tadashi stood outside your door, nervously running his hand through his hair before pulling on his cap. When nothing happened after that fifth set of knocks, he contemplated just heading back.
Why had you asked him to come if you weren’t even home?
Before he could even consider leaving any further, frantic footfalls echoed beyond the door. You opened it with such vigour the hinge slammed against the door. You panted, staring up at your friend.
“Sorry!” You all but squeaked, trying to appear casual as you leant against the door, and failing. “Some of the paint spilt on me and I had to wash it off.”
You didn’t do much of a good job, Tadashi wanted to say but held his tongue, looking at the bright yellow stain of paint in your hair and streaking your chin.
“Come in,” you made a beckoning motion. He shuffled in, barely keeping up with you as you dragged him to your living room.
There were pillows placed strategically on the floor, a large, old white cloth lying on the tile. Bottles of paint and brushes speckled in between the pillows and around the blanket.
You plopped down with as much grace as a bear, rearranging your legs Indian style and patting the floor next to you. Tadashi hesitantly followed your suggestion and sat beside you, maintaining a little distance.
You interrupted him by slowly reaching over to one of his hands. When he didn’t object, you swallowed and gathered your courage, holding the other and squeezing his weathered palms with your own, warmth traveling into your own.
You returned your gaze to Tadashi’s, who was staring back at you with something unrecognizable in those fragmented eyes.
Intense distress settled at the bottom of your stomach. What had happened to him?
That was a stupid question, you chastised yourself. Of course you knew what had happened to him.
A memory of the same man before you flickered before your eyes, but this time he was in a bed, in a stark white room, gaunt, unconscious and barely breathing on life support. His locks spread around his face like a halo, a few gray hairs where there weren’t before, the equally white sheets about his form making him appear as an angel.
Six months. Six months he had been in a coma after the fire. He had barely survived, sustaining horrible injuries and leaving him unresponsive in a hospital bed for half a year.
At the time even the doctors where saying that they might have to pull the plug, it really didn’t seem that Tadashi was going to make it. Hiro had been devastated.
You didn’t like to think back to those dark days, the ones where the kid had become lost in his anger, hellbent on getting revenge. The debacle with Professor Robert Callaghan, where he had nearly destroyed half of the town when the portal gates had collapsed. Thankfully due to Hiro, Baymax and the rest of his friends from the robotics department, they had practically saved the day.
(You were the only one to know of their “secret identities” as Hiro could never ever lie successfully in front of you to save his life.)
But then soon after a miracle took place, the doctors detected brain activity that shouldn’t have been there.
Tadashi woke up.
It was only for five minutes, and afterwards he slipped back into his coma, but it was hope. Over the course of the next months he went in and out of full consciousness. Eventually your prayers were answered and he made a full recovery.
If you thought your heart had burst from joy, you couldn’t imagine to replace the emotion that passed onto Hiro’s face when he heard the news.
You smiled fondly down at your interlocked hands with said person, before it melted away.
Tadashi was different. Gone was the dork that annoyed you with his constant rambling of scientific discoveries, the kind soul who would drop anything to help a kid crying on the street, the cheeky grin that dimpled his handsome face when he stole your art supplies from under your nose.
He had come back broken.
Burn marks blemished places all over his body, the discolouration causing him to wear extra coverage at all times, the life sucked right of those honey brown eyes. The fire had not only caused trauma to his mental state, but it had also left its permanent stamp physically.
“I want to show you that you’re still beautiful,” you mumbled as an answer to his inquisitive scrutiny on you. Your thumb brushed lightly over a scar that peeked above the gloves on his hands that he now wore, a flush rising up your neck at your blatant words.
When you gathered enough courage to bring your eyes back to his you were blown away by the utter emotion that had rekindled on his face, slowly cracking away the mask he had built to block away the rest of the world.
He smiled, just barely, but a smile nonetheless. His hand squeezed yours back as he raised a brush at his side.
“Thank you,” you breathed, inspecting his body in a way only an artist could, any lewd thoughts completely wiped from your mind. Then you scratched the back of your neck as you realized you didn’t have much to work with. “You’ll have to…”
Tadashi blinked before realizing what you were asking him to do. He grimaced, looking as if he had been stung, before taking in a deep breath and pushing away his fears. He rolled up his pants till they were at his knees, ignoring your protests as he shrugged off his jacket and unbuttoned his long sleeved shirt, putting that to the side as well. His gloves were thrown behind him to land somewhere on the couch.
The rest of the hour was filled with the whirring of the fan above your heads and a comfortable silence, interrupted only by your asks of what designs he would prefer you use. With every stroke of the paintbrush along his disfigurements and burns, it was as if you were healing a part of his very soul.
You created skies on his limbs, stars dotting the horizons of his chest, worlds in oceans on his wounds and heaven in a wildflower on his gashes. Entire universes were at the subject of your dexterous fingers as you dipped the brush in paint once more.
Eventually you took to flowers when you reached his shoulders, swirling the tip of your brush in water to remove the turquoise hue, dipping it in pink afterwards.
“Careful,” you mused as you returned the brush to the curve of his neck. “Pink might make you look girly.”
He chuckled, and you both gave wry smiles as you caught each others eyes. You knew he could care less, and that that was also a ridiculous stereotype.
Petals unfolded along his jaw, bending and curling up around his ears, expanding its beauty as you traced a blossom underneath a rather horrible burn splattering his left eye.
When you finally finished you exhaled a cool breath, observing your work and nodding in satisfaction.
“Stay right here!” You said, getting up in a hurry and rushing to your room, limping a bit from a dead leg, the blood rushing to it in pins and needles. When you returned, sitting back down, you held a handheld mirror.
“Here,” You offered him. He took it tentatively from you, and you watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed.
He inhaled deeply once more, a motion you recognized as something he did to give himself courage, before lifting it up and from him so that he could see his reflection.
The clock ticked.
Both of you were reflected in the smooth of the silver, and you could see yourself peering curiously over his shoulder at his own expression. You grew anxious when he only stared, not reacting.
“Do you not like it?” You bit your lip anxiously. “I’m sorry, we can wash it off-”
“Y/N,” He interrupted you, facing you with his eyes glazed with something that looked suspiciously like moisture. “I love it.”
“Y-You do?” Your eyebrows went up before you laughed nervously, pushing his shoulder. “Ah I mean of course you do! I did it of course!”
He raised an eyebrow and you bit your lip again to restrain your utter joy.
“Thank you,” He said, and something must have really been wrong with you because simple words should not be able to have your heart doing flips. “I mean it.”
“You’re welcome,” You puffed out your chest ridiculously, and was gifted with the sound of his contagious chuckle again. Your pride switched to perplexity when he picked up a brush himself, plunging it in the red.
“What? Did I miss a spot?” You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to see any blank space you may have overlooked. He shook his head, and your heart jumped again when he scooted closer, lifting your arm.
“I just wanted to return the favour,” He mumbled.
“Oh? You don’t have-” You grew even more confused when all he did was swipe a small stripe of paint onto your forearm before putting the brush back down. “-to?”
When he was sure you were going to burst with questions, his lips tilted.
“I don’t need to add anything else. You’re already beautiful.”
You were one hundred percent sure you had died and gone to heaven.
Your face burned horribly and you pursed your lips when he lifted his hand to cover a smile.
Oh, funny was it?
“Wait,” You mock grimaced, peering at his face and pausing his laughter. “I think I painted this wrong. Verbena flowers have four petals right?”
“Actually,” he piped up. “They have five. And they’re not always pink. Some are shades of blue, white, or purple.” He licked his dry lips. “The genus was split somewhere along the European lineage-”
You just put your chin in your palm, watching fondly as he trailed off into scientific terms and ideologies you had no ability keeping up with.
As he did, the fire and passion returned to his eyes just as they had before his tragedy, and his voice became animated in the way only his could. His hands couldn’t keep still as he gestured and his body language told the story. It would have been better if you had baited him to talk about some kind of engineering or robotics, but this was just as good - he was a nerd in everything it seemed.
As he talked you saw a man without the pain in his eyes, without the burns, a genius of his own right making his mark on the world. Then you stopped seeing the past and saw the same man, now only hardened by life, the same generosity and cold cut intelligence in his voice, this time covered in scars and flowers.
And you realized you loved both.
“- had longstanding use in herbalism and folk medicine, usually as - ”
Tadashi paused, coming back down to earth when he noticed the look on your face. His lips pursed in a pout. “You’re not listening at all are you?”
“Nope,” you didn’t even try to argue, smirking. When he registered that you had tricked him, his eyebrows came together in frustration before a smirk curled his lips.
“I was wrong,” Tadashi said. “Actually, you do need a bit more paint.”
Before you could weave through the intentions of that statement he had dipped his entire hand in the paint and smacked you right in the face.
It didn’t hurt of course, but you were left stunned, his snickers in the background as you no doubt had a great red handprint on your visage.
You leaped forward in retaliation slamming both your hands in the paint and having every goal of giving him a new makeover.
He laughed loudly as you attacked him like a rabid animal, trying to escape. In your movements, you knocked off his cap and it went tumbling to the floor.
“Ha!” You said, straddling him as you reached to push your fingers in his face. You froze when his melted chocolate eyes crinkled in happiness, entirely more noticeable now that the hat was gone, his disheveled strands of hair accentuating them even more.
Tadashi stopped only a little after you did, and you realized too late your position.
You blushed and went to remove yourself. “Ah, sorry, so sorry-”
Your voice trailed off when he placed a hand on your hip, preventing you from moving.
Your breath hitched.
“I u-uh-” you stuttered, uselessly struggling further as he leant forward, nose touching yours and when had he reached so close? “What a-are you-?”
“You talk too much,” He murmured, ending your prattle successfully by closing the distance between your mouths.
Your raised hands dropped, going limp.
They regained life later only to clutch at his shoulders when your back hit the floor, paint spilling all around the two of you.
I know you like Cap!Thalia and Bucky!Jason but imagine Cap!Jason and Bucky!Percy :3
i rly can’t see cap!jason for the life of me :/ his similarities w/ steve feel very……superficial, imo? like folks see the blond hair and triangle shape and go ‘yep perfect cap’ ???
percy’s backstory, with him being labelled negatively and viewed (by himself and some other nasties) as being useless and unimportant collides a lot better w/ steve’s backstory. (aka, fighty little guy who stands up for other underdogs, even after his zero to hero transformation). percy and steve have tons more in common for the role.
and don’t get me wrong, jason and steve definitely have the same ‘justice!!!!!’ vibe going, but with percy and steve it’s more ‘justice for myself, for others like me, for anyone who needs it’. like, the essence of that ‘not a perfect soldier, but a good man’ line from cap 1
meanwhile, jason was never rly an underdog, but instead he learned to be compassionate and just and fiercely, fiercely protective bc he was so close to people who needed the support, the defence. (the 5th cohort, basically.) he loved them, did everything he could to make things Good for them in camp jupiter, and never rly lost that Big Brother edge (i.e. w/ nico, hazel, characters older than him lmfao). he got torn away from his family and thrown into a world where he had to be the Perfect Soldier, got his memories wiped and then thrown into another world where he had to learn to adjust all over again and fight that ‘am i a person or just a weapon’ mentality. jason’s definitely the bucky.
like….his tag line is literally “the thing is, you don’t have to [do it alone]. i’m with you ‘til the end of the line”
What do you think an anniversary with Shawn would be like while you guys are dating like maybe a 1year anniversary?
that Shawn would be a morning person, right? Going to the gym first thing and
you’d be more of a night person. So on this day, Shawn would skip the gym and
actually sleep long, so you didn’t have to get up early. And you’d actually get
up early and make breakfast for the two of you to have in bed. You be all
cuddled up, eating pancakes and fruit. Shawn would be holding a strawberry in
his mouth and you’d take a bite of it while kissing him at the same time. He’d
stroke your hair and plant tender kisses on your nose tip while holding you in
his arms. “Do you even realize how
much I adore waking up to your pretty face every morning?” he’d ask you,
before kissing you.
I absolutely love the BTS photo OutlanderStarz posted of Sam and Cait. The way he is looking at her makes my heart melt.
Me too! Today had the potential to be a mess, and I have the biggest smile on my face right now, shippers are squeeing in all caps, and Sam and Cait look so happy. They are just magic together and if people can’t see that, then I feel sorry for them, because they are missing out of the fun!
Okie dokie, so I'm trans too and I'll admit genderbends do make me uncomfortable, I really don't think you did anything wrong. Your posts were easily hidden with blacklisting and a post blocker, so no harm done. I really don't get why that person felt the need to yell at you over an ask :/ The least they could've done was nicely explain the issue and ask without all the caps
I understand that. I suppose that person just didn’t know how to communicate. I seriously meant no harm and had no idea. Sorry If I caused you or anyone discomfort. Believe me. I’m not anything that anon called me. That was crossing the line. I apologized but will never receive one from them. It’s the way of the world. As much as I hats to, I may be moving my art elsewhere. My fan base is here, but I keep running into issues with anonymous people saying hurtful things to me, leaving me with no way to counter the attacks. All I want to do is share my craft with you all. I’m not a malicious person out to hurt people. Coming from someone who as been through her own struggles in life, believe me when I say that I love everyone. I don’t see how anyone can hate anyone or say such ugly things about them. I just hope that anon his happy now and will please leave me be. I hope that they will take down their post that is CLEARLY about me. Calling me a disgusting transphobe. If they truly hate me that much, then they need to just unfollow me and forget I exist. This is bringing me back to my days in high school. That was clearly very immature and uncalled for. I’d like to think we are all adults here and can resolve issues without hurtful name calling or being down right rude. Thank you for writing me. Sorry I ranted… I love you all and thank you for your kind words
GUYS. VICTOR IN THAT INTERVIEW. VICTOR IN THE FIRST EPISODE. IN THAT INTERVIEW. DOUBTING WHEN ASKED WHAT HE WAS GOING TO DO THE FOLLOWING YEAR. LOOKING SO BROKEN.
VICTOR. WHO HAD ENJOYED THIS.
AND THEN HAD BEEN ASKED THIS.
BUT THEN HAD BEEN REJECTED THE DAY AFTER WITHOUT A MISERABLE EXPLANATION.
VICTOR WAS STILL THINKING ABOUT COACHING YUURI MONTHS AFTER THIS ALL HAPPENED. SERIOUSLY CONSIDERING THE OFFER, ONLY STOPPED BY THE FACT THAT YUURI HAD SAID GOODBYE IN THE WORST POSSIBLE WAY.
SO WHEN HE SAW THE VIDEO.
HE SAW THE CHANCE. HE SAW THAT MAYBE THAT HAD NOT BEEN REJECTION AFTER ALL. AND COACHING YUURI WAS EXACTLY WHAT HE WANTED. THAT WAS WHAT KEPT HIM SO SAD. HE DIDN’T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT TWICE.
ALSO. THE ONSEN ON ICE?
THAT WAS NOT HIS ORIGINAL IDEA. THAT WAS BASED ON THIS.
AND YURIO KNEW. YURIO WAS THERE AT THE BANQUET. HE KNEW WHERE THE ONSEN ON ICE IDEA CAME FROM.
THEY BOTH HAD SEEN THAT ONCE. AND THEY BOTH WANTED IT AGAIN.
EPISODE 10 HAS SO MANY DETAILS I WONDER IF I WILL EVER BE SATISFIED ANALYZING IT. I LOVE IT.
Also sorry about the caps I’m just too excited about everything.
EDIT: Well everyone’s telling me the commemorative photo was before the banquet and it’s making more and more sense as I think of it. Sorry guys, the emotion of the moment. Still, it doesn’t change much about my meta, as others have pointed out. Yuuri just vanished after the banquet and didn’t make it to any other international competition throughout the year. He didn’t even try to contact Victor. Still no explanation why for the Russian legend.
The feeling that this left Victor with is mainly the same. That wonderful guy who asked him to go to his home place and coach him is suddenly not skating anymore. He’s nowhere. Imagine Victor longing to see him in the Four Continents Championship. And then in the World Championship. If he made it to the Grand Prix Final that must mean he was one of the six best skaters of the year, even if his performance there was not the best to prove it. He was definitely expected to be in other international competitions of the season. Victor was expecting him to be there. But the guy just never showed up again. IMAGINE THE FEELING.
And the rest of the story goes mainly as described above~
Andre looked at her as she laughed with her friends like always that beautiful laugh he has heard it every day since he became apart of the team he had seen her beautiful smile her Y/H/C and her Y/E/C he could get lost looking at them. But to you he would always be a friend a best friend like all the other guys at first he thought he could push these feelings aside but no matter what he tired you where always their making him fall more and more in love with you.
Y/N was fishing filling up water bottle for the guys being they where just fishing morning practice and god forbid if Tom Wilson did not have his water bottle it was the end of the world. But non the less he loved the team and the guys when she moved here they all helped her come out of her shy shell but mainly it was her best friend Andre that helped her being he was new as well. The two where always together if you couldn’t find on you just had to find the other Y/N and Andre friend Tom had been saying he was in love with her but she always told him he was crazy.
“Hey Y/N you got the water?”
Y/n made her way to the locker room and stopped in front of it before yelling
“YOU ALL BETTER BE DESCENT OR I WILL KILL YOU ALL NHL PLAYERS OR NOT.”
she heard them all laugh as she entered and handed out the water bottles when she got to Andre she gave him a hug
“Can I get a hug.” came from Tom
“Nope you stink and your all sweaty.”
“What so is Andre.”
“yeah but Andre my best friend.”
Y/N didn’t notice the hurt look that came on Andre face as her back was turned to him as she talked to Tom the guys around him gave him a pity look but he just sat down and started to undue his skates. Y/N didn’t know why all the guys look sad or why Andre had just started to ignore her but she shrugged it off as him wanting to get out of the locker room.
as the week went by Y/N noticed Andre seemed to be a little more quiet and sad around her and she wanted to know why didn’t she do something did she hurt him in some way. so she knew she had to ask somebody so she went to Tom
“Hey Tommy can I ask you something?’
Tom looked to her with a smile “Yeah sure whats up Y/N/N.”
“Do you think Andre been I don’t know acting weird lately?”
“weird as in how?”
“I don’t know he just seems so quiet around me and sad all the time and spends less time with me and I’m worried did i do something?”
Tom rolled his eyes and face palmed before waling away
“Tom Tom that didn’t help any.” she said as he walked away
So getting nothing from Tom she went to Ovi instead she sat on the bench as the guys practiced and waited for him to come over for a drink
“Hey Y/N what’s gotten you so sad your always smiling?”
“It’s Andre he been so distant lately form me and I think I did something wrong.”
Ovi gave her a kind smile
“ Y/N if you really want to find out you should ask him.”
“But how can I when he doesn’t want to talk to me Ovi.”
so later that night Y/N went to Andre apartment when he answered he had a look of surprise on his face but he let her in
“Y/n what are you doing here.”
“Andre what did I do.”
“What did you do, what do you mean Y/N.”
“Your pushing me away Andre what did i do to make you do it.”
“It’s not like that Y/N.”
‘Than what is it.”
Y/N now stood in Andre living room on the edge of tears Andre didn’t know what to say well he didn’t he wanted to tell her he loved her but he knew she didn’t love him so he kept his mouth shut.
“FINE IF YOU DON’T WANT TO TELL ME THAN FINE THAN I’M DONE WORKING FOR THE CAPS.”
“WHAT Y/N WAIT.”
But she just closed his front door Andre eyed widen as he saw what had just happened he ran out after her she was heading for the stairs when he yelled out
“Jag älskar dig.” ( I’m so so sorry if that’s wrong i am using google translate I don’t know Swedish)
she stopped and looked at him confused written all over her face Andre looked at his feet it was quiet in till he heard her footsteps walk over to him when he looked up her Y/C/H and her Y/C/E still full of tears.
“Andre you know I don’t know Swedish so what did you say?”
“I said I love you!”
Y/N eye widened Andre looked to his feet again he knew it she didn’t love him she only saw a friend nothing else he should have knew better but his thoughts where cut off by a pair of lips meeting his.
A/N: I love the soulmate au with the words spoken on the inside of peoples wrists being the first words their soulmate says to them, and I had an interesting idea on how certain situations might play out. Enjoy!
Steve Rogers had been born without a set of words lining the inside of his left wrist.
This wasn’t unheard of. Not at all. Tons of people went through life without the first phrase their soulmate would ever speak to them tattooed on their wrist.
But all those people were without soulmates. No one made just for them. No “the one”. No other half.
And Steve Rogers was one of them.
When he was really little he didn’t understand it. Why hadn’t God made him a soulmate? His momma would tell him it’s because “He was a whole person all by himself and God couldn’t have made anyone good enough for him anyways” and he believed her. For a while.
But then he grew up a little and he was sick all the time and the questions came back, this time with friends. Why didn’t he have a soulmate? Was it because he was probably going to die soon anyway? His mom tried assuring him he wasn’t going to die, but told him that sometimes the tattoos would do strange things. “You know how Bucky has his on his right wrist? And the Johnsons boy across the street got his a few weeks ago out of nowhere? Steve sometimes strange things happen and we have no idea why but we just gotta trust there’s a reason to it.”
But Steve knew. He knew he was just another person without a set of words lining the inside of their wrists.
If Steve thought the advice his mom gave him was hard to live by before, it was ten times worse after she died.
Gone were the days of “you’re complete all by yourself” and on came the days of “you’re lucky you’ll never get tied down by just one dame Steve! You’re free to have fun all your life.”
Steve knew Bucky meant well, but honestly that philosophy was all wrong for him. He wanted that white-picket fence life with the one person made just for him. A life he was never going to get.
It got harder over time. The endless double dates with Bucky. Knowing Bucky would one day find the love of his life, but still managed to pull every dame in a ten mile radius while he was stood up time and time again with no reassurance that they didn’t matter anyway because his true love was coming along.
Because she wasn’t. She didn’t exist.
Steve thought it might have changed when he came out of the contraption Stark built though. When he was tall and muscular and not at risk of dying at every possible moment. When dames started giving him open mouthed stares as if they wanted to devour him whole. But no. His fair Irish skin was as unblemished as ever only marred by a smattering of freckles.
He thought it wouldn’t matter. At least in this new body he could at least get girls to pay attention to him. He could live by Bucky’s rules of just having fun. Even if that type of fun wasn’t all Bucky had cracked it up to be.
And that’s what he did for a while. He wasn’t like Buck who could just go after every women he saw, but he felt no remorse for chasing after Peggy Carter, the beautiful British officer who had noticed him even before the serum.
She might not have been made specifically for him, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t grow to love each other all the same. All Steve had to do was ignore the writing on the inside of her wrist and he could pretend to be happy.
Pretend he wasn’t taking away someone else’s soulmate. Taking away someone else’s chance of happiness just so he could find his own.
After Bucky fell off the train it was different. Bucky had had the words “Wait! I think I know you!” in black ink on his right wrist. A phrase he would never hear. A phrase some girl would never get to say.
So when Steve was piloting that plane over the arctic ocean and Peggy was setting up a time for their dance he knew what he was going to do. He was going to allow Peggy to go meet the person she was made for. To hear the words inscribed on her delicate wrist. And he was going to be free.
He would be free from a world of constant disappointment. Free from always letting people down when the first words out of his mouth weren’t the ones written on the inside of their wrist. Free from waking up ever damn day and checking his skin as if words would miraculously appear out of nowhere.
So Steve Rogers became a hero and saved millions of lives by dive bombing into the frigid ocean. Steve Rogers became a hero, and Stever Rogres became free.
He would forever be ashamed to admit it but as soon as he found out he hadn’t been captured but was actually 70 years in the future he checked his wrist again. But it was still empty.
It was easier to ignore in this decade though. Not only did people place a significantly less amount of importance on finding their soulmate, but he could pour himself into being a hero. So he did.
He took as many missions as possible, and every break between missions was spent training.
It didn’t take long for his teammates to notice his wrist. They didn’t notice a lack of words though- only that Steve never let anyone see it. It was always covered. Whether by boxing tape or his Captain America suit no one had ever seen the inside of Steve Rogers left wrist.
Except rather than ask him about it his teammates decided to make up their own wild theories about it ranging from “It was probably from Peggy and he doesn’t want to remember it” to “It definitely has someone dropping the f-bomb.”
But no matter the theory or who had come up with it everyone was worried with how much it seemed to stress out their fearless leader. They had all noticed how he would run his fingers over it softly or just stare at it in frustration during parties when everyone was with their special someone.
And when the Avengers got worried they meddled. A concept not entirely new to Steve considering his entire young adult life was a series of Bucky’s meddling ways. But as touching as it was it could also get very very annoying.
“Get dressed you have a date,” Natasha said one Friday afternoon.
“I thought we agreed you and Tony weren’t allowed to set me up anymore?” Steve questioned as he stopped wailing on the punching bag he had been harassing for nearly four hours now.
“Hey! I know not all of my choices have been the best, but all true complaints should be made to Tony,” Natasha defended herself. “Besides this one wasn’t picked out by either of us.”
“Clint already knows we have completely different tastes in women. Pietro keeps every girl for himself. And Thor is just a good person who keeps his nose out of other people’s business,” Steve started unwrapping his hands. Well at least his right one. Natasha knew he would never unwrap the left one when she was around and it was just more incentive for her to push him further.
“It was Bruce who picked this one out. Said he met her at the park and she seemed just your speed.”
“So you’ll do it?” A triumphant smirk was starting to spread across Nat’s lips.
“When and where?”
Bryant Park was buzzing with life as Steve sat at one of the metal tables waiting for his date. Bruce had told him her name was (Y/N) and that she could be very shy at first but she’d open up after a while.
He sat there for a few minutes checking his watch every 30 seconds and looking around anxiously. He wasn’t sure why he was so nervous. He had never felt this way on any of the dates Natasha and Tony had sent him on.
He was still thinking about this when he felt a finger tapping his right shoulder. He quickly jumped up and turned around to see the most gorgeous women he had ever laid eyes on. She had striking (E/C) eyes that sparkled with curiosity and humor.
“Hi. I um, I’m, uh, Steve. Please tell me you’re my date?” His voice was breathless and his chest felt tight and for some weird reason his left wrist was on fire.
(Y/N)’s eyes grew wide and her hand flew to her mouth. Steve gave her a weird look before she showed him her left wrist which revealed the exact words Steve had just uttered.
“But how? I don’t have anything on my wrist and you haven’t said anything?” Steve was so confused as he pushed up his sleeve to show her that this must be some weird misunderstanding. He didn’t have a soulmate. He couldn’t.
‘But what if you do?’ Steve quickly crushed the feeling of hope trying to rise up in his chest. He had been down that lane before and it only led to remorse.
(Y/N) just gave him a reassuring smile as if knowing the internal fight Steve was having with himself. She pulled a black sharpie out of her purse quickly taking off the cap and grabbing Steve’s wrist. She finally filled the blank space that had been there all his life.
“Hi I’m (Y/N) your soulmate and I’m mute.”
Sorry for the awkward ending but I kinda wanted to leave it on a dramatic note. Plus you can just fill in the rest with whatever you want!
Tony’s parties were always extravagant and seemingly wild. But a secret that you, and most of the other staff working tonight knew, was how meticulously organised the affair was.
7:00 - General party guests arrive. 7:30 - Avengers (assemble) arrive. -keep track of how many drinks each partygoer consumes. -any partygoer over 10 drinks is discreetly tested and, if over a predetermined limit, set by Mr Stark, are to be sent home. 11:30 - general party guests transport arrives. -Avengers relax -All bartenders leave except finishing bartender (Robert).
I hadn’t been the finishing bartender before and after Robert quit because of his panic attacks (wonder what caused those), I was next in the firing line.
hey Cap--the girl I was kinda sorta seeing decided that me being ace wasn't enough for her and I just kind of feel terrible about myself and my identity at the moment--any chance for either ace!Alex or ace!Kara with Sanvers or Supercorp? it'd just be nice to see some asexuality being presented as valid, for once
Oh darling I am soooo sorry she had that terrible reaction to you and all of your amazingness! You are wonderful and perfect and worth it, and so is your aceness <3 <3 <3
Here, have all the ace!Alex fics I can find, and a demi!Maggie fic for good measure <3 <3 <3