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Desperate Confessions

Pairing: steve rogers x fem!reader

Word Count: 918

Warning: nothing serious, brief mentions of injuries and just a lil’ bit of melancholy

Request: A Steve Rogers x reader where Steve believed the reader to be dead and he hates himself for not telling her how he felt but then she shows up at the compound and the boi is whipped

A/N: wow guess i just need to see Chris at the cinema in any movie and my writer’s block is blown away. also, sorry if i changed it up a bit, i always get way too carried away lmao xx

Steve returned to the compound exhausted but hyped up to see you again after all the hardships you had needed to face. He thought he was finally over it - after all, Thanos was dead and order was restored in the universe, right? Well, not in Steve’s universe, apparently. He almost broke his neck while looking for you in the compound, rapidly snapping it from left to right and back, desperate to find your E/C eyes among all the Avengers. 

Bruce called out his name to take Steve into the conversation he was having with Scott and Hope, but he didn’t even hear his friend’s multiple attempts and completely dismissed Scott’s comments on how heroic and truly amazing he was on the battlefield. Steve made his way outside, looking around to see if there was anyone there, but when the silence hit his ears and he saw no moving around, he rushed back inside to take another look for you in there - maybe his gaze just simply flew past you and you might not have paid attention to him anyway. However, after just anohter failed attempt, Steve ran up to the first person he could see to ask about you.

“Wanda, where’s Y/N?” He asked, grabbing the witch by her shoulders, trying his best not to panic. When Wanda couldn’t provide an answer good enough for Steve, he simply kept trying, basically asking all the Avengers about you.

“We haven’t seen her since the battle, Steve... I’m sorry,” said Rhodey with slight pity in his eyes which Cap didn’t even want to see. He quickly shook his head and stepped closer to the man, lowering his voice. He couldn’t help the genuine panic escaping his lungs as he continued speaking.

“Rhodey, this cannot be. She didn’t even get injured that badly, she was fighting close by my side. I...,” he tried his best to hold back the desperate tears ready to escape his baby blue eyes. It didn’t matter that everyone he had spoken to told him they hadn’t seen you, Steve still couldn’t stop hoping you were still alive. After all, there was no world without you according to Steve. You still had to be out there somewhere - and he was ready to find you.

Rhodey had no chance to hold him back, he was all ready to get back out there and search for you until dawn. He still had something important to tell you and he was worried it was way too late now. Steve didn’t listen to all his friends calling after him, he didn’t care about the weird and confused looks he got from them, he only cared about your well-being. He was mentally cursing himself for not telling you how much he actually cared about you. Because, no matter how much Steve tried to keep his composure and not let anything slip, he had been deeply in love with you since day one and he was not willing to lose you just yet. He still had to confess to you, and hold you in his arms and live a life with you. He would’ve never wanted to do it any other way.

Steve had almost reached the huge front door when he saw your familiar frame making its way to the compound, your shaky hand reaching for the handle. He was stopped in his rush and it felt like the whole world had slowed down at that moment. When you stepped inside and brushed your dirty hair out of your slightly bloody face, you saw him, too. An exhausted smile slowly spread over your face and Steve let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding before making his way towards you, enveloping you in a crashing hug before you could even open your mouth to greet him. You let out a small whimper as he slightly pressed your aching ribs together. Steve quickly let go and asked if you were okay, making you giggle and hit his shoulder in a teasing way.

“I missed you too, Rogers. And yeah, I’m okay. I guess I passed out and hit my head. Or the other way around,” you mumbled, slightly dizzy and dehydrated, trying to steady yourself by holding onto the blonde man standing before you. Steve looked at you with worry in his eyes, asking you a dozen questions before he was cut off by your tired giggles just again. You placed a hand on his cheek and looked deep in his eyes, assuring him there was nothing terribly wrong with you while also sending shivers down his spine. However, as you stood there in silence, looking into each other’s eyes while Steve was holding you close, it just felt like as if you could read each other’s minds. You both leaned in at the same time and you pressed your lips against Steve’s the moment he let his hand run down to the small of your back. When you pulled away and smiled at Steve, his whole heart simply filled with love and adoration for you. Suddenly, he couldn’t find the right words to tell you how much you had always meant to him but he felt like he had no reason to hurry anymore - you had a whole life ahead of you to fill with ‘i love you’s and memories, and God knows what else. Steve finally had you and you had him, and there was nothing that could ever tear you apart. Not anymore.

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Dating Steve Rogers Would Include

It would sart out as innocent flirting sessions.

During meals, in the compound while chilling, during trainings, on the battlefield etc.

Mostly cute and sassy comments, some naughty stuff on your part just to see Steve’s blushy cheeks.

You couldn’t help it; after all, it is America’s ass.

All the others would be waiting for either of you to finally make a move and ask the other out on a date.

They would have to wait an awful lot until it would finally happen and Steve would ask you if you wanted to “hang some time”.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his attempt to use modern slang.

He would start feeling more and more anxious when you’d finally say yes and give him a huge smile.

And that’s where it all would start.

Since Peggy, you would be the first one who’d actually get Steve. Who wouldn’t only see him as Captain America the flawless superhero but as Steve from Brooklyn, the guy who has felt awfully lost and lonely since he got out of the ice.

He would finally have someone he could turn to any time without the fear of being rejected and he couldn’t be thankful enough for that.

And you would have someone who would never disrespect you, who’d always make you feel loved and appreciated and would always try his best to protect you.

And everyone would know that your relationship is something unique, something out of this world.

You two would be inseparable and your dynamic would be the best among the Avengers.

Tony would have his concerns at first because he would be afraid that love would distract you two and you couldn’t entirely function during missions but you would prove the opposite and would become basically invincible.

You would still continue messing and flirting with each other, but this time Steve would let his tongue loose and make you blush with his comments.

He would take you out on dates basically every week and would spend whole days trying to figure out where to take you even though you have already told him a thousand times you don’t need anything extra.

Netflix and chill would become a usual thing for you two ;)

You two would always take care of each other after injuries.

Steve would become extra whiny and clingy so he could have all your attention.

There would be times when he wouldn’t let you go on a mission because “it’s too dangerous”.

You would just say something cynical and suit up because it’s sure as hell that you won’t let your boyfriend go on a mission alone with his fucking shield.

If either of you is tired, the other would cuddle up to them and hold them until you two would fall asleep together.

Steve would be the absolute best boyfriend in the world and he would do anything for you and your safety without even thinking twice.

A/N: so this is my first writing on here and i really hope i didn’t disappoint anyone. after endgame, i really needed something fluffy and i think most of you are with me on this one. hope you enjoyed reading my first headcanon and please remember that requests are open! have a great day/night guys!

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Make A Bet

For @retrobhaddie‘s Writing Challenge

Pairing: steve rogers x fem!reader

Word Count: 896

Warning: things get heated in the training room, but no actual smut; some bad language words

Summary: it’s a tradition that the reader and Steve start the mornings off with training sessions. so is the competition between the two. prompt used: 14. “Wow that was...new.”

A/N: thank you for letting me take part in this writing challenge, bby! hope you’ll like what i’ve come up with and sorry for being late

The morning started with Steve running a ridiculous number of laps in the park with you barely jogging behind him, trying not to spit your lungs out. When he lapped you for the sixth time, you grabbed his right bicep and pulled him back, making you both stop. He was smirking at you as you were leaning on your knees, trying your very best not to faint.

“Stop showing off your incredible supersoldier abilities. Your ego is enough for the two of us”, you breathed out, in desperate need for a bottle of ice-cold water. Steve simply laughed at you and put his right arm around your waist, helping you get yourself together and walk back to the Avengers compound to have a shower followed by a 15-minute rest before you would get back to training. You’d already decided that you would show off your much better fighting skills in front of boyfriend and his awful ego. This had been kind of a competition between the two of you ever since you started dating: you woke up early in the morning and started with running miles, during which Steve always lapped you. When you had got enough of this, you decided you two should train together, only because you wanted your boyfriend to know that you were better than him. This had grown into a tradition and the others even made bets on who would win each day. When Steve found out about it, he wanted to shut it down, but you enjoyed the show and it helped to keep you motivated to embarrass your boyfriend.

“Okay beautiful, are you ready?”, Steve asked, leaning down to give you a peck on the cheek and you jumped up from the couch with the smirk of a driven woman on your face.

“Let’s do this, Mr America. But I warn you: I won’t be gentle today.”

You headed towards the training room, your boyfriend following you with a chuckle leaving his lungs, putting up his hands in defence.

“Oh no. I’m so terrified already. Please, have mercy on me, my lady!”, he sighed, grabbing your wrist while pleading, making you roll your eyes and leave him kneeling on the floor.

“Get your ass here, Rogers. At least try to fight. Don’t disappoint those who made a bet on you. Oh wait. No one did”, you smirked, winking at your boyfriend before entering the training room to warm up and get yourself ready. You put your filled water bottle down on one of the benches when you heard the disbelieving laugh of Steve’s from the door behind you.

“Oh yeah? The game is on, Y/L/N. And watch out for your lungs. They don’t really seem to endure much”, he replied, making you turn your head towards him with your eyebrows furrowed. You let out a chuckle and cracked your knuckles before telling Steve to get in the ring and hold his hands up. You knew you still had to work on your punches and this was the perfect timing: you were determined and kind of pissed which is a flawless combo. Steve blocked all your punches while smirking at you, his comments getting on your nerves even more, making your fists hit harder and precisely. When you moved onto kicks, Steve’s smile suddenly vanished and you knew you had improved a lot through the months. You were driven to prove him wrong and you kept forcing him towards the corner until he had no room left. Then you stopped and breathed out, grinning at your boyfriend who was trying his best to get his shit together. You gave him a pat on his massive shoulder before reaching out for your bottle of water and chugging it, then wiping your head with a white towel and returning to the training session.

Once you get back into the ring, Steve stepped quite close to you, looking at you with an expression that basically said he had never been so in love in his life. He stared down at your lips before his eyes finally found their way back to yours with wrinkles in their corners, letting him know that you were enjoying making him speechless.

“Where did you learn all that?”, he asked whispering, getting even closer to you until the distance between the two of you decreased to a couple of inches. You knew that you had broken him but you didn’t want to stop just now: there was still plenty of time to enjoy your success.

You stepped closer and looked at your boyfriend from under your eyelashes, making sure he would totally lose it and ignore your right leg slowly wrapping around his left one.

“You know, I’ve been taking training a bit more seriously. Natasha’s helped me a lot”, you replied before kicking his left calf, making Steve lose his balance and end up on the floor with his blue eyes wide and you sitting on his thighs, a finger gun pointing at his forehead.

“Wow that was…new”, he blurted out, placing his hands on your waist. You flashed a huge smile at him before leaning in to kiss your quite shocked boyfriend. The surprise didn’t stop him from kissing back, but before he could actually start enjoying the moment, you pulled away to whisper in his ear with a proud smirk on your face.

“I won.”

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Treat Her Better

Pairing: steve rogers x fem!reader (angst)

Word Count: 1.6K

Warning: toxic relationship, the total destruction of Steve’s character, cheating, my awful writing

Request: hii sweetie!!! this is pretty angsty but can i request an imagine/blurb/one-shot with steve x fem!reader where steve cheats on the reader?? based on it ain’t me or send my love? thx 💋  (loosely based on send my love by Adele)

A/N: heyy! so i finally got around to answer your requests and i really hope it didn’t become too awful, cringy and just all-over-the-place. i tried my absolute best but i basically just got inspired and wrote what came to my mind. i have to get it clear that i’m not praising toxic relationships and adultery, and i also know that Steve would never do such thing. enjoy reading!

If you have an opinion to share, please stop by my inbox on your way out here and leave their some feedback! Thank you!

He was late. Again. It was the fourth or fifth one in a row and you were actually getting suspicious and you were the one feeling guilty. A part of you still wanted to believe that Steve wasn’t just like the ones from before, that he would never break your heart like that. But at the same time, things weren’t really going smoothly between the two of you lately.

It had all started a few months before, after years into your relationship. In the beginning, everything was going so well, it felt like heaven to be with Steve and you felt like the luckiest girl in the whole galaxy. No day could pass by without Steve buying you flowers or showering you with compliments before going to battle and cuddling you up and holding you still in his muscly arms until you both fell asleep. You knew it was something else than the ones from before; it was certain, something you could always hold onto during your darkest times, something that made you feel loved and safe. Made you feel like you were worth something. You knew that Steve would always keep an eye on you, that he would never let anything bad ever happen to you. And you did the same. Always patching him up after rough battles when you would just stare into each others eyes and you would tell him you didn’t like seeing him this way. Steve would just kiss you and place his forehead against yours, making a promise about not getting too hurt because he doesn’t want her best girl to be in pain because of him.

And regardless of all those promises, he did cause you pain. Several little, invisible wounds on your back which you had been oblivious to until now. You just didn’t want to admit to yourself that your dream about living your whole life with Steve had been just crushed to million little pieces.

The first drop of tear rolled down your cheek and hit the untouched food on your plate. You planned everything out. You wanted it to be perfect. And he promised he would be there and spend the night with you. Only you. And now it was past 10 pm, Steve nowhere to be found, his phone probably on silent or just ignoring your calls and cold food on the table. You looked down on your simple red dress which was his favourite. At least that was what he had always told you. That he loved seeing you in that dress.

You started crying unstoppably as you remembered the time when you went to that old vintage bar and spent the whole night dancing and laughing. You didn’t even care about the staring eyes and the fact that you had nothing to do with dancing; you just let Steve lead you to the rythm of the music and make you laugh out loud every five minutes which turned your face as red as your dress. When the night ended and you danced your feet off, he took you home and tucked you into bed before lying down next to you and as you looked at each other you couldn’t help but laugh. Both your laughters reflected how exhausted but fully in love you were and as this memory creeped its way into your mind, you realised how long you hadn’t felt the same about Steve’s laughs. You barely even heard him laugh in the last few months. He has never been the type to wear his heart on his sleeves; he just kept bottling up his feelings and only let them show every now and then. But to you, he had always been an open book. You felt like Steve knew he could trust you and share all his feelings and thoughts with you. And that was one of the best gifts you’d ever been given. But lately, he had been closing up, starting rebuilding that thick wall he built around his heart without letting you in. There were only two places behind that wall: one for Steve and another for someone he truly trusted. And it wasn’t you anymore.

Steve started acting weird a few months before but you didn’t want to think anything into it, so you just let it go. You believed it was because of the missions and the Avengers, that was why he was irritable and quick to snap at you.

One of these occasions stayed and will probably stay in your memory forever. You were already home, doing some paperwork you had brought home when Steve entered the door and threw his bag on the floor while kicking his shoes off. You smiled at him and said hello, ready to get up from your seat and get your usual kiss but he didn’t even care to say hello back properly before marching into the bathroom, already stepping into the shower. After you didn’t hear the sound of flowing water filling your small appartement anymore, you decided to follow him and knocked gently on the door, asking him if everything was okay. He basically ripped the door open and looked down at you, all irritated before his reply.

“For heaven’s sake, Y/N, do I live with a puppy or an actual human being? Would you stop following me around?”, he asked with raised eyebrows and you couldn’t do anything but nod your head, gulping. You couldn’t believe this was your Steve and you couldn’t even reply to him. He stormed off to your bedroom, leaving you alone with your tears, standing by the open door of the bathroom, thinking about when your relationship had become so bad. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t remember a time.

You looked at the clock again. Almost 11 pm. You were done. You quickly wiped your tears away, not caring about your make-up anymore. You stood up and kicked your high heels to the corner before you started cleaning up the table. You packed the dinner and decided to give it to the kind homeless man near your appartement. It wasn’t worth throwing away if you could give it to someone else, not even if you were as angry and sad as at that moment. You blew one of the candles, the one on your side of the table and then you poured all the red wine in the sink. Maybe you’ll regret it later, but who cares anymore, right? You didn’t realise the angry tears leaving your eyes and flowing down your cheeks until you heard the front door opening and closing and saw blurry Steve approaching you. He was all smily until he took in everything he could see in the room. He looked at his watch and shut his eyes close while murmuring a short ‘fuck’ under his nose.

“Yeah, that’s right, Steve Rogers. Fuck. Fuck it all. After all, it only took me three hours to get ready for the date and I wasted another three waiting for you. I don’t even want to know where and with who you were but please, tell me one thing. Why?”

Your eyes were filled with angry and devastated tears, your lips were shaking and you could swear you could’ve choked him right at that moment. He knew how much you trusted and relied on him and he didn’t even give a single fuck about it.

Steve took a step closer to you, showing you his puppy dog eyes because he knew it was your weakness. But not anymore. They could never work on you anymore.

“Love, please...”, he started but you cut him off by raising your voice at him.

“Don’t you dare call me ‘love’ ever again. I’m done with you, Steve. Just answer my question and I’m gonna pack my stuff.”

And this one sentence made him realise how big of a mistake he had done by cheating on you with someone who could never reach your level. He needed to cope with all the stress inside and he thought it would be the easiest way to do it. He was dumb. So, so dumb. He threw away a perfect relationship for someone whom he didn’t even feel love for and he had never realised what a dumb choice that was. He didn’t care about you or anything else after he met that girl. Just because she helped him getting all the stress out.

And now you were standing there in front of him in your kitchen, telling him you’d leave him and he only now realised how much you had meant to him all along.

“I... I don’t know. I just felt... stressed and confused and I need someone... something to cope with it. So I could get it all out and feel better.”

You couldn’t believe your ears.

“And what about me, Steve? I was here all along and you had always known that! Why couldn’t you just tell me?”

You were shaking now and Steve instantly reached out for you to get you seated but you tossed his hands away. You couldn’t let him touch you ever again.

When he didn’t say anything but stared at his shoes and rubbed his face sighing, you straightened your back, wiped your tears away and said:

“You know what? It doesn’t even matter. I’m just going to pack my stuff and leave. Hope you two will be happy together.”

You headed towards your bedroom so you could start the moving out process but before you did that, you turned back once again.

“Also, send my love to her.”

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Dad’s Wingman

For anonymous

Pairing: steve rogers x son!reader; steve rogers x sam wilson (fluff)

Word Count: 1.7k

Warning: mentions of death; descriptions of destroyed Sokovia; my terrible writing lmao

Request: Would you being willing to do a x son reader where Steve’s son low key ships him with Sam (and/)or bucky and tries to set them up on a date?? (((welcome to the community, you’re gonna do great, looveyouuuuubye)

A/N: yes, i was listening to Marvin Gaye while writing this

If you have an opinion to share, please stop by my inbox on your way out and leave there some feedback! Thank you!

You had been the adopted son of Steve since the attack of Sokovia where both your parents were killed and basically all your relatives got lost. You were only a terrified child among the ruins of your beloved city, your home which meant both safety and happiness to you. It was all crushed and destroyed, most of the buildings had collapsed, there were dead bodies everywhere and you only survived because you found a very good place to hide. When the chaos was over and you couldn’t hear the noises of the attack anymore, you came out to look around but a well-built body blocked your view. Captain America himself was standing in front of you and he enveloped you into a huge hug when you started crying desperately. At that moment, Steve knew he couldn’t leave you there but he also knew that you probably had nowhere safe to go. After long minutes of contemplating and thinking about all the possible scenarios, he decided to take you with them to somewhere safe and quiet: The Avengers compound. Some of them weren’t the happiest about his decision at first: after all, you were a foreigner’s child who could barely speak and understand English and they were afraid someone might be looking for you. But Steve made sure he could become your legal guardian and taught you everything you needed to know, starting with his mother tongue. He became your father and even though you could never forget about your biological parents, you loved Steve with all your heart. He had always made sure you had everything you needed and felt safe and happy because you soon had become his priority.

Ages had passed by since Steve found you among the ruins of your home town and you two had grown very close to each other. You never felt uncomfortable telling anything to your father and Steve shared most of his secrets with you as well, except the ones regarding work - which you, of course, never felt mad about. Your relationship was one of the best and closest in the compound and all the other Avengers loved listening to your father-son banter which would always end in uncontrollable laughter. Steve never failed to put a smile on your face, even on your worst days. He took great care of you, often paying so much attention to you that he forgot about himself. Your dad had always put everyone before himself, especially you, and you felt like you had to return the favour and make him care about himself for once. 

You’d been suspicious for quite a while, but you only became sure about what exactly was going on when you saw your dad’s facial expression after a long training session with Sam. The two parted ways after stepping out the door, Sam saying bye with a cheeky line, leaving Steve looking at his back with absolute heart-eyes. He kept it from everyone, including you but as always, you could see through him this time as well. You just simply smiled to yourself and acted casually when your dad walked up to you, asking if the book you were reading was interesting, so you started a conversation which lasted until Steve told you he would take a cold shower and return within minutes. You continued reading the chapter but you couldn’t concentrate on it properly. You’d been thinking about setting your dad up on a date with Sam for ages and you knew this was the time. You were almost sure about Sam’s feelings and now your dad couldn’t keep them a secret any longer, either. It was way too obvious.

So, when he returned with his slightly wet blonde hair, you just smirked at him and shut your book closed. Steve looked at you with raised eyebrows, getting concerned about what was going on with you when you continued grinning at him. You finally broke the silence with one simple question which had Steve become a blushing and stuttering mess.

“You have a crush on him, don’t you?”, you whispered, grin getting even wider with each passing second while you were waiting for your dad’s answer.

He just lowered his head before looking up at you shyly. You had to admit; it was quite fun seeing your dad like this. 

“Is it that obvious?”, Steve asked, his cheeks turning into an even deeper shade of red and at that moment, you knew the real Steve Rogers was standing in front of you in his absolute humanity and vulnerability, You have always felt lucky to have Captain America as your father, but having Steve Rogers as your dad made you the luckiest person alive.

You simply chuckled and looked your dad in the eyes. It was your time to give him a pep talk.

“Yeah, it is quite obvious. And it’s also obvious that he likes you back. I know you love bottling your feelings up, because you think that’s some kind of protection but you really gotta act on them this time”, so stated, getting serious all of a sudden and it made Steve realise you were right as well. After all, he had been getting some signals from Sam, but he thought it just Sam being Sam. He’d always been flirty and cheeky with everyone and Steve didn’t realise it was a bit more than that when it came to him. 

“Sooo… You think I should ask him out? On a date?”, he asked with raised eyebrows, clearly already overthinking this whole stuff. You just playfully rolled your eyes at your dad; even though he’d been alive for a hundred years, he was quite unexperienced at love and dating.

“Yeah, that’s what I was trying to say. Dad, just get your freaking shit together and ask him out! Sam’s not a beast, he’s not gonna bite you and I’m pretty sure he’s waiting for you to make a move finally.”

“Okay, first of all, language. Secondly, I might need some help with that”, Steve mumbled, lowering his eyes again, looking at his own son sheepishly. You simply smiled at how adorable he was: You did quite enjoy that you were helping your dad out this time and not the other way around. You were thinking for a few moments before coming up with an idea that you very proudly presented to your dad.

“So, both you and Sam like retro, especially when it comes to music, right? Well, there’s an awesome vinyl shop not too far from here. Maybe you could take him there, talk about music and preferences, stuff like that. Then maybe you could take him to a restaurant. Not too fancy though, Sam’s a simple guy. After that, you could walk around in a park or just the streets, talking a bit more or whatever you’d like.”

You saw Steve listening to all your words carefully and you couldn’t help but laugh at how much he was concentrating.

“Oh my God, dad. It’s just a date, you don’t have to get so nervous about it”, you tried to calm him while he was trying his absolute best not to stress too much about it. After all, Steve trusted you more than anyone, and if you said that Sam wouldn’t resist him, then probably you were right; you were a teenager with an exceptionally great sense for stuff like this.

Eventually, your dad nodded and you basically squealed when you hugged him tightly, already getting excited about the fact that your father was going to have a date. You helped him decide on what kind of clothes to wear and how to ask Sam out in the most natural way possible. When an hour later Steve knocked on your door and came in, actually glowing you knew it was a success. Steve even gave you a high-five, making your arm hurt all afternoon but there was no way you would ruin his happiness. He sat down on the floor with his back against your bed and you bombarded him with several questions, but all he did was blush and mumble. Eventually, you just let him be and started talking about something else, until you both decided it was time for dinner and a shower before going to sleep.

Next day, when the others asked you if you had seen Sam or Steve in the compound, you grinned at them and told them you had a secret to share but they couldn’t tell anyone. Natasha looked at you with raised eyebrows and demanded you to blurt it out, when you finally stood up and announced the breaking news.

“Ladies and gentlemen, it’s happening. These two are finally dating!”, you said, earning surprised and shocked ‘what’s and glares. You just smiled happily, not even hiding how proud of yourself you were. When the shock disappeared and everyone realised what was happening, they started cheering and clapping. Bucky even whistled before shaking his head, laughing.

“They truly needed your help, Y/N. Haven’t met anyone so oblivious as those two in my life.”

Natasha just smiled to herself, then turned to Wanda who looked at her with a wide smile. The whole compound was talking about your dad and his new Romeo and everyone seemed pretty happy that Steve had finally made a move. It was not a big secret that all the Avengers had shipped them since day one and you couldn’t blame them; they were basically meant for each other. They even started planning the wedding and you future siblings, so you just let them be and returned to your room, waiting for your dad to arrive home and tell you everything about his date. You made everyone promise to act like they know nothing when Steve and Sam would return, but you already knew there were no chance they would actually keep the secret.

They had been away for hours when you heard voices from under your window, so you quickly jumped there and looked down just in time to see Sam lean in and kiss your dad. Steve looked red and shy as he kissed back and you silently celebrated in your room, but you basically jumped in your father’s arms when he knocked on your door.

“Does this mean I have to dads now?”, you asked, smirking at Steve who simply laughed.

“I think so.”

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so i’ve been listening a loooot to happier by marshmello ft. bastille and you can fight me all you want, but that song suits steve so well, i can’t-

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okayyy

so i know i’ve been absent for quite a while but the end of the school year is way too stressful to manage a tumblr account at the same time and i hope you aren’t mad at me, lovelies.

also, i kinda have some mental health issues going on which make it even harder but i’m trying to fight back and have it under my control. i’m trying to get back to writing and it’s been actually working so i might post some requests some time soon!

also, Treat Her Better Part II is being written and i also have the next chapter for My Little Dove planned out so they might be posted any time soon but definitely during summer! thank you for your patience and your love, i adore you!

love

réka