series summary: frat!steve and y/n are close friends, but the lines are starting to blur. if that isn't confusing enough, enter beryl; a girl who's hell-bent on making steve rogers hers, no matter what it takes.
series warning: frat!steve x fem!reader, frat!bucky x reader (platonic), frat!sam x reader (platonic), fluff, angst, smut, mature themes.
she is an icon, she is a legend and she IS the moment !!
this series is absolutely perfect in every way possible ! there is litterally every specific fantasy of mine coming true in this fic i just want college steve to do stuff to me ngl
and college bucky as well !!
if u like college aus and like a slowburn type of love thats also so intense and cutest platonic relationships AND a mcu worthy villain... this covers it all ! great smut as well
Summary: A meet cute on a morning train between pediatric intern Steve and reader.
Word count: 2.9k
Warnings: big crowds, just too much fluff ngl
A/N: hope this makes you smile, i really love this AU, might be a part 1 of a whole series:)
Every single morning, as if on cue, approximately two minutes before my train leaves the station near my apartment, I come to the realization that if I do not get into full sprint mode right that second, I will miss my train and then be late to my first class and then have to walk in embarrassed while everyone is already inside and then proceed to feel embarrassed over it the entire day. So, considering the fact that I never seem to make myself leave the house just a few minutes early, for the past three years that I have been going to college, almost every morning I run into the train the last moment before the doors close completely out of breath, and have to subtly work on composing myself much longer than I am comfortable to admit.
Yet today, without even realizing, I got out of my apartment solid seven minutes earlier than usual. My roommate and I were so engaged in our conversation about the events of last nights party so we walked out together still invested in the drama which left me pleasantly surprised with the time I was left to spend before my train leaves after we went our separate ways. The extra time opened a whole lot of opportunities for me, almost made me believe I should wake up earlier every morning and not leave for class at the last possible moment. So, with the 420 extra seconds I got today, I managed to actually dig my earphones out my bag, plug them in and wait for the train with the sounds of my morning playlist filling my mind.
Inside the train, when I wasn’t preoccupied by catching my breath but also, even more importantly, focusing on not making it too obvious I was out of my breath, I became very much aware of my surroundings, noticing everything and everyone around me.
There was a girl sitting down right across from where I was standing, she looked about my age and she held a little baby in her arms, slowly rocking it and I noticed the way she was looking totally spent but the moment her baby made this cute laughing sound, a smile spread on her face completely overshadowing the exhaustion in her eyes. Next to the door was an older woman not so subtly judging everyone who was sitting down and has not offered her to sit and right next to the door was a man sitting down and sleeping like a log. I had the urge to wake him up and ask him when he has to get down or if he has already missed his stop, but in all honesty, it was too early in the morning for me to be considerate like that. While continuing to carelessly look around, my eyes landed on something that opened drawers in my memory I did not even know existed.
It was a book cover. A simple white background featuring a boy with frizzy hair who was flying over a drawn-on city with the words ‘Falling Up’ in the middle. So many moments of my dad reading poems from that book to me before bed when I was a kid came up and instantly forced a smile on my face.
In my head, I started reciting the words to my favorite poem from that book, remembering my dad teaching me how to read with those poems when my eyes fell on the arm holding the book and the man attached to it.
And God, was I thankful for the boosted-up heating in the train this morning because that made him take off his leather jacket and throw it over his arm, leaving only a thin, too tight white shirt to cover his upper body and it worked amazing for me that the shirt wasn’t doing its job well.
I heard the sound of the door opening and saw way too many people try to make their way into the train making it way more crowded which pushed the mystery man to move closer to me. Not as close as I wanted though.
My mind was focused solely on him that at one point I wasn’t even aware what station we were at and have I maybe missed mine, but I found myself not caring at all. The point my eyes landed on his face I was basically addicted. His hair was a gorgeous mess, a bit outgrown but looking so good. And, oh my God, his eyes. I was so upset I am only seeing them under the fluorescent light of the subway because I am positive that it would be an out of body experience seeing them under the sunlight.
At that moment I was sure he was the most beautiful man I have ever laid my eyes on and was already cursing myself because I knew I was too nervous to talk to him and will regret that forever.
His lips would occasionally move into a small, barely noticeable grin while he was reading and every once in a while, his tongue would go over his lips leaving them all full and glistening which led to a whole new set of unholy thoughts entering my brain. And his fingers, the way he flipped over the pages was just so-
‘’May I help you somehow?’’ I was snapped out of my trance by his voice and met his eyes that were looking into mine with the coldest, most unimpressed expression as if he was in front of the most annoying person to ever grace the Earth.
‘’Shit, sorry,’’ I apologized quietly and pulled out one earphone to hear him better because no matter how rude it looks he is going to be right now, his voice was just heavenly. ‘’I zoned out when I saw that book.’’ I pointed to the book in his hand and his eyes followed the direction my finger was showing as if he was surprised I wasn’t staring at him but at the book. I was most definitely staring at him though, but I don’t plan on revealing that. ‘’My dad used to read it to me when I was a kid so just seeing the cover brought back too many memories. Sorry.’’ I said in a soft voice and gave him a forced smile hoping he was not going to talk to me again because I really don’t want to be yelled at by the most attractive man alive at 7.23am on a Tuesday in the subway.
‘’You know this book?’’ his voice broke the short-lived silence between us, making my head snap up to look at him again and I was met with a much softer face adorning an adorable smile. ‘’You must think I’m so weird for reading poetry for children.’’ He let out a small laugh which was, without exaggeration, the greatest sound I have ever heard in my life.
‘’No, I think it’s cute.’’ A sly smirk found its way on my face as I felt my usual confidence come back now that I knew he wasn’t planning on yelling at me.
‘’So, you think I’m cute?’’ The smirk on his lips, on the other hand, was not as subtle as mine was as he turned more towards me, quickly closing the book and focusing his eyes on my face.
‘’I didn’t say one thing about you being cute, I was talking about the book.’’ I lied to keep my cool even though cute truly wasn’t the first word that came to my mind when looking at him. It would be something more in the neighborhood of I-would-drop-on-my-knees-for-you-right-this-momentor whatever.
‘’Okay, so you don’t think I am cute?’’ he leaned closer and licked his lips instantly sending shivers down my spine. This man is too much for me to handle right now.‘’Because I think you are really cute.’’ He whispered loudly enough only for me to hear and moved away a bit to fully appreciate my flustered expression because he obviously was aware of the exact effect he had on me.
‘’Well, I guess you aren’t that bad yourself.’’ The fact that I was not literally falling apart in front of this god cosplaying as a man is still not something I can understand. ‘’And thank you.’’ Saying that my voice got super quiet, and I could see him grin proudly at my reaction.
‘’You are welcome,’’ he didn’t finish that sentence and looked at me asking for my name.
‘’Y/n.’’
‘’Y/n.’’ he repeated and stepped closer to me with an excuse of letting someone else pass and giving them space. ‘’That is a real pretty name.’’ I smiled to say thank you and looked at my feet for a second to get myself together.
I didn’t even run to catch this train yet I’m still out of breath.
‘’I am Steve by the way.’’ He stretched out his free hand in my direction but not for one second broke the eye contact between us. ‘’It’s so nice to meet you, Y/n.’’ God, just to hear him say my name was killing me.
‘’Nice to meet you too, Steve.’’ I connected my hand with his much larger one and was painfully aware of the fact he must have heard the soft sound I made the second my skin first touched his.
‘’So,’’ he continued while slowly pulling his hand from mine. ‘’do you like poetry in general, ‘’he lifted the arm with the book and nodded towards it. ‘’or is it just this one book you like?’’ he asked with so much interest in his voice making me absolutely thrilled he was keeping the conversation going.
‘’I love poetry.’’ I kept my answer short because forming decent sentences was a though job while looking at this man and seeing the way he was looking at me.
‘’What kind?’’ he adjusted in his spot somehow that he was even closer to me, leaving basically no space between us, yet to everyone else it seemed normal because the morning rush in the New York City subway never was famous for the spaciousness.
‘’About love.’’ I said softly and witnessed his expression changing from the cocky, overconfident one he had on, to a completely soft one.
‘’Same here.’’ He replied and as if he can do it on cue, looked even more deeply into my eyes. ‘’I like reading about how people feel things I have never felt, it lets me to feel the emotion without risking being hurt.’’ He confessed to me and I couldn’t believe a guy that has such a hard exterior is ready to share that much emotion after talking to a stranger in a train for only a few minutes. But I was thanking all the gods he was.
‘’That’s much deeper than my reason for loving it.’’ A small smile appeared on his face as he looked at me to continue. ‘’I just like reading about love and watching movies about love and basically everything about love. Makes me feel all warm around the heart.’’ He let out a small laugh reminding me why it’s my new favorite sound. ‘’That must sound so cheesy.’’
‘’I don’t think it’s cheesy. I think like it is really nice to love love.’’ he said matter-of-factly. ‘’It’s cute.’’
‘’So you are calling me cute?’’ I looked at him with a raised eyebrow as he let out a huff once again leaning all into my personal space.
‘’I am. I have once before too.’’ He whispered near my ear and I know he knew just what he was doing to me.
‘’What poets do you like the most?’’ he moved away leaving me upset over not feeling his breath on my neck anymore.
‘’I don’t read a lot in English.’’ I fumbled with the edge of my jacket and lowered my eyes to focus on my boots because his face was way too distracting. ‘’My dad is not from here and I got the gene for loving poetry from him so most of the things I read are in his mother tongue because it’s really the only way to keep myself from forgetting it.‘’ Making a mental note to call my dad tonight because it’s been too long, I suddenly became extremely aware that I am sharing so many personal information about me with a random man I met on the subway. ‘’So yeah, most of the poets I read, never got international fame so you unfortunately didn’t have a chance to hear of them.’’ I felt a dash of electricity go through my body when he put his hand under my chin tilting it up so we can once again face each other.
‘’Don’t hide that gorgeous face doll.’’ Dear Lord, I can’t believe I might actually die on a train because of a hot, poetry reading guy. ‘’I’d love to read some of that poetry you like if it is translated.’’
‘’I don’t know if any of it is translated but you can check, I can write down some of the names for you.’’ I said quickly really happy that he wants to read something I will recommend, still recovering from that ‘gorgeous’ comment.
‘’I don’t have anything you can write it on, we can just-‘’
‘’Oh, I have a piece of paper to write it on to, it’s no problem.’’ I interrupted him while flashing him another smile and started digging through my bag for pen and a paper only to have his hand stop mine making me look at him with confusion written all over my face.
‘’I was thinking something more in the lines of you writing your number in my phone,’’ he took his phone out his pocket and directed it at me. ‘’then I can text you and we can meet up so you can tell me more about those poets and maybe translate some for me on the spot if you want to.’’ The smile was evident on his face when I took the phone out his hand and started writing my number into it.
‘’I would really like that, Steve.’’ I gave him his phone back with a smile a bit too big for the cool persona I was trying to present myself as.
‘’Well, I am really looking forward to it, Y/n.’’ he returned the big smile and focused his eyes on my face once again.
‘’Can I ask you something?’’ I looked at him curiously.
‘’Anything, doll.’’
That nickname is going to kill me.
‘’How come you are reading poetry for children?’’ he left out a chuckle and gazed over the book in his hand.
‘’There are two reasons, actually.’’ He shifted from one leg to another and started talking kind of nervously. ‘’Firstly, this book is something I always come back to for some reason. My grandma bought it for me when I was just a kid and I reread it for too many times, so I always go back to it because it’s safe. Something like playing Friends in the background because there is nothing else to watch but it always makes you feel good, you know?’’ I nodded and he continued. ‘’Second is that currently I am interning at the pediatric wing at the hospital downtown and kids love me reading these poems to them so I always find a few I think they would like the most when I am getting to work in the morning.’’
‘’That is really amazing, Steve.’’ I put my hand on his forearm and looked at him with so much affection in my eyes. ‘’Those kids must feel really special having you read to them, it’s really heartwarming you do that even though you don’t have to.’’
‘’They are going through too much shit, if I can make it any better for them, I will.’’ How pathetic is it that talking about kids with this guy I met literally minutes ago, makes me think about having his kids?
‘’That is really too sweet.’’ I had plans on saying so much more to him, but I heard the automatic voice announce how my station is next. ‘’Shit I have to go; this is my stop.’’
‘’Oh.’’ He said and I swear I could hear some disappointment in his voice. ‘’I guess I will see you again?’’ he asked as if he is not sure if that is going to happen.
‘’You most definitely will see me again.’’ I looked at him fondly again and I don’t even know what force gave me the confidence to do so, but before making my way to the door I got on my tip toes and kissed his cheek.
‘’Bye, Steve. See you soon.’’ I said while walking away from him but still keeping my eyes on his as I saw him put his hand on the place I kissed him with a small smile on his face.
‘’See you soon, Y/n.’’ Was the last thing I heard before exiting the train, completely sure that I won’t be able to focus today in class.
But I don’t mind.
really hope you enjoyed this, any comment on it would truly mean a lot!<3
Your writing =amazing!! It's amazing how you manage to describe everything so beautifully and clear... Maybe a part 2 from what you've done?? Idk, it just felt so peaceful and comfy... Maybe pregnant reader and very fluffy (maybe some smut if you're comfortable) with any name ( I think y/n just looses the intimacy between the characters??) I've already talked a lot, thank u anyways and good luck with your writing!!
thank you so much for your kind words !!!<3
i honestly was not planning for a part two to Scars but maybe it will happen, something fluffy with pregnant reader sounds nice!
about smut, not that im not comfortable with writing it, im not sure i could write it well haha but i have some ideas, we will see how they turn out:)
Summary: Just a soft end to a night between two new lovers.
Word count: 2k
Warnings: basically just fluff, mention of small injury and blood, indication to smut
A/N: reposting some work from my old blog but for different characters, do share how you feel about it!
Looking at him she feels like he was ready for this night to happen and equipped his place in a way everything was perfect for when she finally comes over, but then again, the amount of time it took him to find a functional lighter to light up the candles and how he had a hard time deciding which of the two records he is going to play still gave her the impression he wasn’t sure about her agreeing to prolong their date with some wine at his place that meant so much more than an intoxicating liquid in, what she can only imagine is an extremely overpriced glass. But he was perfect, and the time they spent together was perfect, it was something she thought about at all times and after over a month of planned dates and random coffees in the middle of the day, after zero red flags being activated, she would be dumb not to want to spend all the time she has with him.
Pulling herself back from her thoughts she smiled as she focused on him. He was hovering over the coffee table putting the two glasses down and she could swear there was a slight hint of panic in his eyes as he switched his gaze in between the wine bottle and a corkscrew as she remembered the story he told her on their second date about not being able to open a wine bottle once which ended with him dropping it on the floor while trying to jiggle the cork out.
She slowly moved towards him with a warm feeling spreading all over her body the moment she saw the cutest smile adorning his face just emphasizing his slightly blushed cheeks after he successfully, and with no mess, opened the bottle.
‘’Wine?’’ he asked trying so hard to focus on not spilling anything because he was aware that her presence alone makes him super nervous and he would hate for anything to disturb their moment.
A soft ‘’Yes, please.’’ was heard from her as she sat down on the couch while keeping her eyes on him. He handed her her glass and sat on the couch facing her. They were both aware of the intensity of the moment and where it is inevitably leading, which was probably the reason for the subtle smiles on both their faces.
As soon as his eyes met hers, she abruptly switched her gaze to the glass in her hand, removing her eyes from him for the first time since they walked into his apartment.
‘’You are breathtaking.’’ He stated just above a whisper but to her it was so loud and even though she felt the blood rushing into her cheeks and felt a familiar wave of embarrassment washing over her as she always does when complimented by him, if she had to describe how she feels in his presence right now, it would be comfortable. As if she knows she is right where she should be.
After her following his compliment with a simple, ‘’Thank you, you don’t look too bad yourself,’’ the silence continued but the looks they were giving each other had all their senses overwhelmed. It was a mixture of vanilla scented candles all around the apartment and the light smell of wine with some soft music playing in the background and just two of them. Tense. Anticipating. And so so ready.
She realized she lied to him greatly just moments ago with telling him ‘you don’t look too bad yourself’ because now when her focus shamelessly wandered his body and fell onto his upper arm she remembered their first date, how they took a walk after the dinner and some lady rushing past them pushed her in the way Y/N was only able to regain her balance by grabbing onto his arm and she could swear that she didn’t know a human arm has that many muscles. Her focus switched to his neck and the thoughts of how good it would look adorned with a few hickeys had her press her thighs tighter together and look him in the eyes again. She could see how the lust in his eyes perfectly matched hers and was happy and greatly relieved when he leaned in and finally connected their lips into a kiss.
The first time he kissed her she realized that all the guys before him didn’t know what they were doing in 100% of the cases and that there could be no one that can do it better than Steve.
Y/N felt him moving a bit to put his glass down and after she followed his actions, they both had their hands all over each other. She could feel him anywhere and made it her own personal mission not to leave a piece of his body untouched while pushing him down so she was lying on top of his body giving them both better access to each other.
He groaned in discomfort as he pulled out a remote from under his back earning a soft laugh from her before he connected their lips into a kiss again. He put everything in deepening the kiss making sure she knows how much this means to him, how much she means to him. Her fingers started undoing his shirt button by button while not breaking contact for a single second doing her best not to break the intensity of the moment. in the moment she undid to the last one he sat up with his hand on her lower back to He kept her steady with a hand on her lower back while sitting up so he can take off his shirt. After throwing it across the room his hands immediately grabbed her face wanting desperately for them to continue where they were going.
She had other plans though.
It might be the soft light from the candles throwing a subtle shade on his body, maybe just his body or maybe a fact that after a long time she knew that she wants to wake up next to this man in the morning and be able to make him breakfast and drink coffee cuddled up to him on the couch. The picture of the two of them was weirdly clear to her, both in immediate and further future and it was extremely scary to her that she had her entire being invested in this one person, but then again, it was safe. He was safe.
She let her eyes wander his torso and let her fingers trace small scars on his body.
‘’What is this from?’’ he was caught off guard by her voice and looked down at what she was pointing to as if he didn’t feel her burning touch against his side. It was a small scar, looked as if he had it forever. She slightly went over it with her finger again as he looked at her not wanting to ruin the moment, but his mind was so invested in her that there was no chance in hell that he could be able to come up with a story behind that scar that will be in sync with the vibe he wants to keep. ‘’I- I, ummm, when I was 12 my friend told me I couldn’t last 20 seconds with a hot lightbulb against my skin.’’ He said nervously, and she let out a laugh that put an instant smile on his face. ‘’Yeah, this happened after 13 seconds, I literally thought I would die if I kept it on for a second more.’’ She smiled at him and felt him relax under her. He pulled her closer and adjusted them in a way she was sitting on his lap comfortably. Yet, most of her body touching his still wasn’t enough for her so she gently wrapped her hands around his neck to play with his hair. ‘’When I was 12, me and my friends did our nails danced to Britney, but I guess you boys had more fun.’’ He didn’t even have the time to form an answer to that when she switched her attention to a scar on his bicep.
‘’What about this one?’’ she looked him in the eyes with so much interest as if nothing was ever as interesting as this scar. ‘’It’s a mosquito bite that I kept scratching in my sleep, so it left a scar.’’ Y/N smiled at his answer and turned her head so he could see the back of her neck where she had a scar closely resembling his that she got the same way he did his. He smiled at the excitement in her eyes and looked at her eager to hear what she asks him next.
‘’And this one here?’’ she brushed her fingers over the most recent scar he has, a little line just above his pants. ‘’Oh well, that one happened pretty recently but I’m not really sure how.’’ The confusion in her eyes was evident as she obviously expected from him to elaborate. ‘’I got super wasted with my friends after a game and woke up with a bloody shirt and that scar right there.’’ He took his eyes from hers and looked down at where she lowered her hands, her thumbs gently caressing his skin as her palms sit just above his pants. ‘’Left a bloody stain on my buddy’s couch, he’s still mad about it.’’ His soft chuckle makes her lips curl up into a smile as she somehow moves closer to him.
‘’Oh my God.’’ Was all she replied before switching her attention to his face kissing the scar on his cheek.
‘’Does this one have a funny story too?’’ she asked before kissing it again and resting her head on his shoulder waiting to hear about another moment from his life he is going to share with her. ‘’Okay, so I was a kid and had a solid one hair on my face, which was looking at it now, probably just an eyelash that I desperately wanted to be facial hair so I obviously went to shave,’’ she let out a chuckle letting him know she is aware of how this story ends but how she still wants for him to finish it. ‘’and so I’m in my parents bathroom shaving a hairless face, feeling like a man, when this indescribable pain washes over me and I start bleeding uncontrollably.’’ She is full on laughing against his chest now and he figures that he could do this, talk and laugh, forever, if it was with her. ‘’Safe to say the time I actually had to shave I had my mom do it because I was scared.’’ She abruptly moved her head from his chest and looked at him with a faux serious face.
‘’You do shave on your own now, right?’’ He laughed and let his hand caress her thigh, having a hard time not focusing on the way her skirt pulled up. ‘’Most of the times, yeah.’’
She lets out a small giggle and kisses him deeply. You could even say desperately. But desperately in the best way possible, like she wanted to do this, be with him, since the moment they first met, and she feels its somewhat cathartic that they are actually sharing this moment right now.
‘’Do you wanna,‘’ his voice breaks as he is breathless from the kiss they just shared ‘’do you wanna go to the- the bedroom maybe?’’ he asks quietly, relief washing over his face as she nods and gets off him taking his hand in her and letting him lead her to his bed.
He closes his bedroom door behind them and lays her down on the bed gently somehow making her think that this moment right here, just the two of them and indescribable emotion they share, was what heaven must feel like.
