Jan 18, 2023
Cop Steve because I was thinking abt free guy and I MAY have been changed as a person while drawing this🥴🥴
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Cop Steve because I was thinking abt free guy and I MAY have been changed as a person while drawing this🥴🥴
acab but cop!steve fucking reader on the roof of his squad car. biting my lip screaminf without the s playing dangerous by lana del rey type beat
THE ROOF????? ANON 😳
yeah fr he’d have to pull into some abandoned parking lot or like down a dirt track or somethin after he’s clocked off n like maybe you’d been teasing him all day so he pulls in and is like ‘on the roof. now’ and you’re just like ???? the roof?? steve what 🤨 and he grabs your face with one hand and just says ‘get on the roof honey’ and obvs you do what he says cause he’s got that look in his eyes and he’s so feral for you n then he makes you scream as he fucks you hard on top of his squad car
Lockeroom | Cop!Steve x Fem!Reader |
Notes: This is a gift for my bestie @rollergirlworld , happy birthday to Steve’s wife! We both love a sweaty and dom, Steve. I wanted to try and do something new plot wise and environmentally unique, plus I know this will really be fun to write. So rollergirl and others please enjoy.
I've been thinking thoughts on cop!steve and I want to know I'm not alone
please send brainrot asks(sfw or nsfw)
please choke me
anyway
Bad Medicine | Ex-Con!Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader |
Summary: Eddie cuts a deal with his parole officer in order to get out early. As things start to become normal Eddie realizes just how free he isn't until he meets you.
Warnings: mentions of illegal drug use, drugs, alcohol, cursing, language, crime, petty theft, abuse of illegal substances, and of course 18+
She brushes her hands over the skin, his bare chest now available for her eyes. A deep desire pools within her gut, desperate and needy. She wanted him, need him, and in this moment she would fulfill that desire-
KNOCK KNOCK
You huff folding the top left corner of your current page, shutting the book and setting it aside atop the coffee table. You push off the couch going to fix your dress and sweater, "Who could that even be at this hour?"
It was currently 9:30 P.M. and you weren't really expecting any visitors. You approach the door, bare feet padding across the beige carpeting of the floor. You reach the door and unfasten both the bolt and chain locks, then slowly open the front door. Shocked by the familiar figure standing on your doorstep.
Dark mangy curls, big brown eyes, leather jacket, and all. "Eddie?"
Protect & Serve Masterlist
summary: escaping an ugly past, you have no choice but to return home. While much has remained the same, Officer Rogers is a new addition who has won over the hearts of the town in your absence. And no one believes you when you start to see him for who he really is {cop!Steve}
Hello There
Chris Evans One Shot Series.
Pairing: Cop! Chris Evans x Reader (Single mom)
Word Count: 4k
Warnings: Cursing, Smut (unprotected sex, fingering, dirty talk)
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Every second that you drove, you beat yourself up more and more. How was it possible to do this? Forget to pick up your kid. Your toddler. As your sat at the stop light, your fingers tapped on the steering will.
“Come on.” You groaned.
The light turned and you hit the accelerator. Your eyes looked at the time on the dash. You could make it before they’d take him to after care. You pushed down further on the gas. Music blared through the speakers making you go even faster. You looked at the dash one more time to check the time. That’s when you saw the flashing lights in the side mirror.
“Fuck!”
You pull into the parking lot just ahead and watch as the police car follows behind you. You park the car and turn off the radio before the officer makes his way to your window. He knocks on it with his knuckle and you crank the window down.
“Good afternoon miss.”
“Hello Officer.” You look at his name tag.
Evans. You then look up at his face. He’s got dark blonde, almost brown hair. Incredible jaw line. Nicely trimmed beard. Dark sunglasses.
“Miss, do you know why I pulled you over today?”
“I was speeding. But you see, I’m a single mom and I work from home. I lost track of time and now I’m late to get my son and he’s only four. And you know how everyone has that one song that just gets them in the zone. Well that song came on, and I was thinking “damn, I’m gonna make it in time”. So, I guess I just started going faster. And wow I am rambling and not helping my case huh?”
You look up at the police officer and he gives a small smile.
“That’s alright miss. Can I just see your license and registration please?” He asks.
“Oh of course.”
You begin rummaging around your glove box and hand him the paperwork. You then get your license out of your wallet.
“And there’s that.” You smile as you give it to him.
He looks down at it.
“I’ll be right back Miss (Y/L/N).”
You watch in the side view mirror as he walks back to his car. Damn. That is a nice ass. You sit in your car anxiously waiting for him to come back. You begin tapping your foot. You are not going to hear the end of this from your son. You could hear him now.
“Mama you’re in big trouble.”
You looked back over to the side mirror and see the door of the cop car open up. You tuck your hair back behind your ear.
“Here’s your information back.” He says.
You look up and him and he takes off the sunglasses to reveal gorgeous blue eyes. He leans down to get a better look at you.
“Miss, I’m going to let you off with a warning today.”
“Oh thank you so much.” You smile.
“But in return, I was wondering if you’d want to go to lunch with me tomorrow.”
A blush crosses your face.
“I’m sorry what?”
“You’re a beautiful woman. I’d like to take you to lunch.”
“Oh. Okay.”
“Does tomorrow work for you?” He asks with a smile.
You nod yes.
“Rapscallion? 12:30?”
“Sounds perfect.”
“You better go get your boy.” He taps on the side of your car.
You watch him get back into his car before you pull away. You make it to the school just after 3:30pm. Your son doesn’t speak to you until you make it home.
“Nathan. Please talk to mama.” You kneel in front of him on the couch.
“You forgot. Again.”
“I didn’t forget. I was busy with work. I was driving to get you and then a police man pulled me over.”
“Stop going fast.” Nathan says and tries to look around you to see the television.
You stand up and sit next to him on the couch.
“Why do you always act like you’re in charge?”
“Because you’re bad at it.” He says bluntly.
“Well thanks kid.”
He scoots close to me and looks up at me.
“Make me cupcakes and I’ll forgive you.”
You laugh and place a kiss on the top of his head.
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You were lucky enough to convince your mom to take Nathan to school. This way you could take all the time you needed to get ready for your date with Officer Evans. It hit you earlier that morning that you had never caught his first name. You pick out a floral baby blue dress that hits just above your knees with sleeves that cover your shoulders. You head into the bathroom and recurl of a few pieces of hair from the day before then swipe some mascara over your lashes. You check the time and quickly slide on some chucks before running out the door.
You make it to the restaurant a little early. You look into the rearview mirror to check your hair and then see an old pickup truck pull into the spot behind you. You see the familiar hunk step out of the truck. You get out of your car and walk over to him.
“Hello there.” You say.
You can’t help but give him the once over. He wears a pair of nice fitting jeans with a red and blue flannel, along with a pair of work boots. His hair was neatly parted.
“Hi.” He smiles, “You look beautiful.”
He leans forward to put a hand on your waist followed by a kiss on the cheek.
“Before we head in, I didn’t catch your first name yesterday.” You stop him.
“Oh. It’s Chris. Chris Evans.”
“It’s a pleasure to officially meet you.”
You follow him up to the front of the restaurant and he opens the door up for you. Your seated by a window where the shades are drawn to block the sunshine. The waitress brings out glasses of water and then leaves you both to look over the menu.
“What are you thinkin’?” Chris asks to break the silence.
“I’ve never been here before. It all looks good.”
“There really isn’t anything that’s bad.”
“Would you pick for me?” You close the menu and set it down on the table.
“I think I can do that.” He gives a small smile.
You smile back. The waitress comes by and Chris orders for the both of you.
“So, tell me about your boy.” Chris says to start a conversation.
“Nathan. He’s four and a first grader. He’s unbelievably smart. Started reading last year. I have family on the school board so we got him into school early. He was very upset with me yesterday for being late.”
“What did he say?”
“That I need to stop going fast and that I’m bad at being in charge.”
Chris laughs, “Sounds like a tough critic.”
“I somehow got roped into making cupcakes to make it up to him.”
The waitress comes out with our side salads.
“Smart kid.”
You both begin eating, having small talk between bites.
“What kind of cupcakes?” Chris asks after a while.
“Vanilla with cookies and cream frosting. They’re his favorite.”
“That sounds amazing.”
“I’ve got some left over if you have time to stop by.”
“I would like that.” Chris gives a sly smile.
“I just need to leave my place by three or Nathan will have my head this time.”
“I’ll make sure you’re on time.”
They finish their lunch and head back out to the parking lot.
“Do you want to just follow me?” You ask.
Chris nods, “I’ll see you there.”
You take your time as you drive on the familiar roads back to your small home outside of town. You pull into the driveway after ten minutes on the road and Chris parks on the street. He walks through the grass and stops behind you at the front door.
“You know, I live just three streets over.” Chris says following you into the house.
“Small world.” You set your keys and purse down on the table by the door.
As you make your way to the kitchen, Chris follows closely behind. His eyes watching your hips move with every step. You stop at the counter and open up the container of cupcakes. Chris leans on the counter next to you.
“Here you are.” You hand him a cupcake.
He takes it from your hand and your fingers brush. You watch him as he peels off the wrapper and takes a large bite. Chris’s eyes close and he lets out a muffled sigh. You chuckle and go to the fridge. You grab jug of milk and wave it at his as an offer. He nods. As you pour the milk into the glass, he walks up next to you. His hand rests on your waist.
“That was truly amazing.” He says.
You pick up the glass and go to hand it to him. He grabs it and sets it back on the counter. He cups your face with his now free hand. Your eyes meet his, and you both begin to lean into each other. Just as your lips tough his, the alarm starts to go off on your phone.
“Shit I have to go get Nate.” You begin to walk towards the door.
“Wait.” Chris grabs your wrist.
“Chris please.” You sigh looking into his eyes.
“Come to my place tomorrow for dinner.”
“I can’t get a sitter with that late of notice, my mom works nights at the hospital.”
You walk away and grab your purse back off the table.
“Bring the kid. He sounds great.”
He follows you out the door and waits as you lock it behind you. You scoff.
“We’ve been on one date.”
“(Y/N), look at me.”
You turn to him. A smile is wide on his face.
“You are literally the most gorgeous woman I have ever laid eyes on. And I know that we just met, but you can’t deny there’s something incredible here. I want to meet the kid because he’s important to you. And he has great taste in cupcakes.”
You sigh and kiss his cheek.
“I’ll run it by Nathan. But I really need to go.”
You walk over to your car and get in. You roll down the window and Chris leans on the door. You exchange numbers and exchange one last kiss. Once you have backed out of the drive way, you look over at Chris and he waves.
As you drive to the elementary school, your mind races through all the things Chris said today. You sit anxiously in the pickup line and your leg begins to bounce against the seat. You see the doors open to the school and the children come running out. Not long after, Nathan is crawling into the back seat.
“Hey kid.” You look at him in the rearview mirror.
“Hi mama.”
“I wanna hear all about your day.” You say as you pull out of the parking lot.
During the short ride home, the boy rambles on about the eventful day of first grade. When you pull into the drive, Nathan is quick to get out and run to the front door.
“And where are you headed?” You ask as you follow him up the door.
“It’s time for a cupcake.”
Your mind goes to the taste of the frosting on Chris’s lips.
“Can I talk to you about something while you eat your cupcake?” You ask as you unlock the front door.
You sit down at the kitchen table. Nathan stands on his tippy toes and reaches onto the counter to grab a cupcake.
“Why did you leave a half-eaten cupcake on the counter?” Nathan asks sitting at the table.
“I had a friend over and I had to leave to get you before he could finish it.”
“Like a boyfriend?” He asks with a mouthful frosting.
“Well it was a date yeah.”
“Is that why nana took me to school?”
“Yeah bubba it is.”
He sits in silence for a while.
“How do you know him?” Nathan asks.
“Well, it’s the police officer from yesterday.”
“You’re dating a police officer! Mama that’s so cool!” A huge grin covers his face.
You let out a small laugh.
“So, you’d be alright with going to his house for dinner tomorrow?”
Nathan gets up from his chair and comes over to give you a hug.
“Super cool.” He says and squeezes you tightly.
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“Can I knock mama?”
“Sure, you can bubba.”
The little boy runs up the steps and knocks as hard as he can with his tiny fist. There’s a sound of a dog barking and footsteps. The door opens and there stands Chris. Dressed in a dark blue dress shirt and slacks.
“Why are you so dressed up?” Your son asks.
“Nathan.” You scold.
Chris crouches down to get to Nathan’s level.
“Well bud. I’m trying to impress your mom.”
Nathan looks at you and then back at Chris.
“She’s mama. Now where’s your dog.”
Nathan pushes his way past Chris and into the house. Chris stands up and you walk up to him. You place a hand on his buff chest.
“You look very handsome.”
Chris places a hand on the back of your neck and pulls you into him. Your lips meet his and the sparks appear yet again. You pull back and hear Nathan giggling inside. Chris snakes his hand around your waist and leads you into his home. You find Nathan on the floor with the dog licking his face and neck.
“Dodge come on. Get off.” Chris chuckles.
“I like him.” Nathan giggles.
Your eyes around the small house. It’s basic yet detailed at the same time. Many pictures of his family on the walls.
“Dinner is ready if you guys want to join me.” Chris motions into the next room.
Nathan gets up off the floor and runs in the direction of the food. You smile at Chris as you walk past him. The table is set and candles are lit in a line along the counter. Nathan is already sat in a chair. There’s a large pot of fettuccine, a side of vegetables and garlic bread.
“It looks amazing.” You say.
Chris pulls your chair out for you. He stays standing and begins serving both you and Nathan. You watch Nathan’s face as Chris puts a scoop of vegetables on his plate.
“I was starting to like you.” Nathan huffs.
Chris sits down and begins serving himself.
“They’re good.” Chris defends.
“Carrots are the worst.” Nathan begins eating his noodles.
You begin asking Chris about his day at work and life as a police officer. You notice Nathan hanging onto Chris’s every word as he talks about this job.
“Have you ever killed a bad guy?” Nathan asks.
“Bubba.” You scold.
Dodger comes running in from the living room.
“No, not you Dodge.” Chris laughs, “Eat your carrots and I’ll tell you Nate.”
Nathan’s face lights up and he begins digging into the vegetables. Under the table, Chris places his hand on your knee and gives it a squeeze. After quickly finishing his carrots, your son looks up at Chris with adoring eyes.
“Now before I tell you. You have to tell me what you thought about the carrots.”
Nathan looks at Chris and squints his eyes.
“They were fine.” Nathan says quietly.
“Well. No buddy. I’ve never killed anyone. I have been shot at though. Grazed my arm.”
“Do you have a scar?”
“Yes I do.”
“Well can I see it?” Nate begins to get excited.
“Maybe another time Nate.” Chris says and then continues eating.
Nathan huffs and gets out of his seat.
“Nathan Jacob. Where do you think you’re going?” You ask him.
He stops next to you, “May I be excused mama? I want to go play with the dog.”
You look to Chris and he nods. Before you can say anything, your son runs off into the next room. You let out a sigh.
“Thank you for dinner.”
Chris leans into you and gives you a kiss.
“I enjoy taking care of you.”
You give him a soft smile and he kisses you again.
Chris suggests that you all watch a movie. You and Nathan sit on other sides of Chris and he puts his arms around the both of you. After twenty minutes, Nathan is passed out snuggles up next to Chris.
“I can carry him out to your car?” Chris offers.
“Well since it’s not that far we just walked. I can go grab my car and come get him?” You say and get off the couch.
Chris takes the kid into his arms. Nathan naturally wraps his arms around Chris’s neck and lays his head down. Your heart melts at the sight.
“I can carry him back. Can you grab my wallet and keys for me? They’re on the kitchen counter.”
After a few minutes, you’re on their way down the street to your house. The spring air feels amazing.
“You look really beautiful tonight.”
You look over at Chris and smile.
“You’re pretty handsome yourself.”
“I like the kid. He’s fun.”
“You’ve only been with him for one night. He gets worse.” You chuckle.
“I’d like to spend more nights with the both of you.”
“I think we’d like that too.”
“But don’t get me wrong. I would like some alone time with you too.”
“I could use some adult alone time.”
Chris laughs. Nathan moves.
“I didn’t mean it like that.” You swat his arm.
You make it up to your front door and let Chris in front of you.
“Where’s his room?”
You lock the door behind you and show Chris through the kitchen back to Nate’s room. Chris lays Nathan down on bed and you begin to take off his shoes.
“Pajamas?” Chris asks softly.
“He’s got pajama pants in the third drawer over there.”
You undress your son and Chris comes back with a pair of plaid pajama bottoms. You smile up at him before sliding them on Nathan’s legs and tucking him in. You follow Chris back out kitchen.
“Can I interest you in a cupcake that someone left unfinished on my counter?” You joke.
Chris wraps his arms around your waist. He leans his head down as his lips graze your ear.
“I’d rather have something else that’s sweet.” He whispers and places a kiss on your neck right under your ear.
“Chris.” You sigh.
Your arms snake up around his neck. His lips make his way down your neck. As he bends down, his arms wrap around her legs and he picks her up from the ground. Chris walks over and sits her on the counter. A plate slides off the counter and crashes on the floor. Your hand flies up to cover your mouth before you laugh. Chris looks at you and then bends down to pick up the plate.
“I can’t believe you did that?” He jokes.
“Oh I did that?” You laugh, you wrap your legs around his waist.
“Yes. I’m gonna have to call the police. File a noise complaint.” His hands reach up and grab your face.
“I’m not to worried. The guy I’m seeing is a cop.”
Chris’s lips crash into yours. You feel like a teenager again as the two of you begin making out. He moves one of his hands to push your hair back and he begins kissing your neck. Your eyes squeeze shut in pleasure. His fingers hook under the collar of your dress and pull back to expose the top of your breast.
“Chris.” His name falls from your lips.
He brings his lips back to yours.
“Where is your bed?” He asks.
“Do you always get women in bed with you on the second date? Because I’m not like other women.”
“I know you aren’t. That’s why I want you in your bed. And not bent over this counter.”
A heat falls across your whole body as he whispers the dirty words in your ear. With your legs still wrapped around his waist, he picks you up off the counter. You direct him through your small house, through the living room and around the corner to your bedroom. He shuts and locks the door behind him. You flick on the light.
Chris walks over to your bed and gently lays you down. His hands trail up your bare legs, with one lingering between your thighs. Goosebumps cover your skin.
“Can we get this dress off of you?”
You lift your hips up and he takes the fabric into his hands. He takes the dress off of your body and you slowly sit up.
“So gorgeous.”
Your hands follow up his arms and to the buttons of his shirt. As you begin to undo the buttons, Chris kneels onto the bed and undoes his belt. With the buttons undone, the shirt slides down his shoulders and he then takes off the white undershirt underneath. This reveals his softly sculpted abs and a hairy chest. You begin to chew on your lower lip. His head dips down and he begins to kiss along the edge of your bra. You run your fingertips along his biceps and bring a hand to the back of his neck. He brings his lips up to yours.
A hand makes its way across your stretch mark covered belly and to the waist band of your panties. He continues kissing you as he takes a finger and slides your panties over to find the arousal that was building between your legs. He presses his finger tip against your clit and slides his finger down between your folds. As he slides his fingers into you, your hands begin to fumble with the zipper of his trousers.
Chris’s lips leave yours and he removes his fingers from you. He stands up and begins to remove his pants. You sit up on your elbows and watch as his pants fall down his legs to reveal the outline of his large cock. You sit all the way up and slide your panties down your legs. A smile crosses his lips.
“Scoot down here.” He kneels down onto the floor at the edge of the bed.
Your legs hang off the edge of the bed and he parts your knees.
“So beautiful.”
He runs his tongue along you, licking up your wetness.
“So delicious.”
He stands back up and removes his boxers. Your shoulders fall back onto the bed. As he lays over the top of you, he kisses your lips and lines himself to your entrance before sliding into you. A humming moan leaves your lips. He stays close to you as he slowly finds his pace. His lips kiss your neck.
“Chris.”
“You feel better than I could have ever imagined.”
He began to pick up his pace but the bed began to squeak loudly. The two of you began to laugh softly.
“If we move to the middle of the bed, it’s not so loud.” You suggest.
He wraps his arms around you and lifts you up off the bed. He gracefully moves you both up the bed. You keep your arms wrapped around his neck and he pushes back into you. He wraps one arm around your waist and uses the other to brace himself. He quickens his pace and a soft moan leaves your lips.
“Cum for me, (Y/N). Let go.”
“Oh fuck.”
“Where do you want me to finish?” He asks softly.
“It doesn’t matter. I’m on the pill.”
Chris groans and rests his head in your neck. You wrap a leg around him and he makes the pace even quicker. Within minutes, the both of you are coming undone with each other. He pulls away and lays down next to you.
You let out a heavy sigh and roll into his side. His arm wraps around you and pulls you in even closer to leave a kiss on the top of your head.
“Would you mind if I stayed?” He asks.
“Please stay. Don’t ever leave.”
Coffee and Stitches. Pt 3
A/N; Final part of this little story.
Summary; Back where it all began.
Pairing; Nurse!Reader x Cop!Steve
Words; 1.4k
Part | One | Two
A few days had been and passed since Steve and Y/N had spent breakfast together at Gloria’s café. A few texts here and there had been sent which may or may not have included a video of a cat trying to fight it’s own reflection. To put it simply, work had been on both their minds and was the cause for the pair not seeing each other.
“Do you think Mr. Jones is gonna make it?” Peter muttered as Y/N stapled a bunch of paper together. “He’s not getting any better and Natasha said that he's been taking more meds for the pain recently.”
Y/N sighed. Death had been apart of the job since the very beginning. Whether that be from old age, complications during surgery or anything in between. Francis Jones had been a frequent patient to the hospital due to his old age. He was a friendly old man with stories that could make you forget about your rounds that needed doing. Peter had taken a liking to the man and had spent most of his breaks sitting and talking to him.
Y/N could remember the hour she had spent with the old man just the day prior. Her shift had finished and she had gone to Mr. Jones little safe haven on ward four to see if there was anything he needed before she left. He had drawn her in with his war stories and his way of doing things that some would consider old news. Peter had come by to check on the old man when he found the two laughing about his tale of when he had tried to convince one of the nurses on the field to come back to his barrack with him.
Moral of his story, his charming ways had convinced the nurse and in the words of ninety two year old Francis Jones, it was the best night of his war days. He spent a night with a beautiful 'dame' and went to work the very next day.
"Honestly? I think he might surprise us." Y/N smirked, nudging the young man with her shoulder. "He's got life in him yet... If it makes you feel any better, he isn't going down without a fight." Peter grinned, nodding finally as though he understood what she was getting at. "Think of all his war stories. He isn't going until he's good and ready... And not a second sooner."
Deja vu seemed to hit Y/N full force at three am a few hours later. The ward was once again empty and she and Peter were the only people working when the light box against the wall began to flash red. "This is like a re-run." She mumbled, pushing her chair out and standing up. Peter chuckled, dunking another bourbon into his mug of tea he had made minutes before.
Y/N made her way around the desk, pumping hand sanitizer on her hands as she moved past it. She rubbed her hands together, insuring the gel was properly wiped in before she came to a stop at the double doors and waited for whoever it was to come through.
Much like deja vu, the doors opened to show the same two officers who had walked through a few nights ago. Y/N sighed, frowning as she raised a brow at the blonde who smiled brightly upon seeing her. Officer Steven Rogers and his partner, Officer James 'Bucky' Barnes all but waltzed onto the ward with polite smiles that she knew to be kinder than any she's seen before.
The only difference was the lack of a felon being all but dragged between them. Y/N looked the pair over, trying to figure out why the emergency light had gone off when she noticed the dark red patch on Steve's forarm. She panicked for a split second, her eyes widening as she moved forwards. "What happened?"
"It's really nothing to worry about." He was quick to comfort her, letting her take his arm and look it over. "We couldn't stop the bleeding... So, Bucky here thought it would be best that we come down here and get it checkout out by a professional."
"Bucky here was right." She mumbled, gripping his elbow gently and leading him to the bed that was closest to where they stood. "Take a seat. I'm just gonna go grab some things and I'll get it sorted for you."
Y/N allowed the man to sit on the bed as she moved away. She made her was to the locked room that housed all the medical equipment and swiped her card. Pushing the door open, she grabbed the top tray from the counter inside and beginning to place the things she'd need on it. Once she had grabbed everything she would need and more, she left the room and insured it was closed before making her way back to Steve.
Bucky sat slouched in the chair to the side of the bed on his phone as Steve sat with his legs up on the bed. He had shed his vest and outer layers leaving him in a white police department shirt. She smiled as she moved forward, taking in the bandage he had placed over the wound.
"Did you clean it out?" She asked, placing the tray on his lap and pulling on a pair of gloves.
"I let some water run over it at the station." Steve told her, watching her as she started to unwind the bandage. "Cleaned the blood off that had already dried... That didn't do much considering it was still bleeding when I left the station."
"How'd it happen?" Y/N muttered, her brows furrowed as she got a good look at the cut that ran through his forearm.
Steve watched her pull open a wipe and begin to clean the edges of the cut before he spoke up. "Brawl down at the bar. Glasses were broke and I may or may not have slipped on spilt alcohol and landed on said glass." He chuckled, feeling slightly stupid as he noticed the cut wasn't even that deep and that it had stopped bleeding sometime since leaving the station. "I clearly wasn't paying attention to my surroundings like I should have been doing."
"There was a lot going on, Pal." Bucky spoke over the top of his phone, not taring his eyes away from said device. "Shouldn't go around blaming yourself."
"Bucky's right, Steve. You were doing your job to the best of your ability. That's all any of us can do." Y/N said, looking the wound over to insure that there was no tiny pieces of glass left within it. "Good news? You're going to live." She told him, laughing when Bucky fake cheered. "I just need to wrap this for you and then you'll be free to go... You know if you wanted to see me you could have just called."
Steve looked as though he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. His cheeks brightened in colour as he chuckled almost nervously. "It really wasn't stopping... The blood I mean. Not that I didn't want to see you!" He was quick to add. "Seeing you is a bonus!"
"I'm glad you think so." Y/N laughed, wrapping the bandage around the small piece of cotton she had pressed to his wound. "Keep this wrapped for a day or two and then take it off. The fresh air will help it heal better." Once she had taped it off, she smiled and began to clean up the mess she had made while Steve shrugged his clothes back on. "You're free to leave."
It was just as she spun around, the tray in her hands that she felt herself move forward against her own will. She frowned, turning to find a red faced Steve glaring at Bucky who grinned from beside him. "I'm sorry!" Steve exclaimed. "I... slipped."
"You're slipping a lot recently." Y/N chuckled, raising a brow as Bucky slid past the pair. "Try to be car-"
"Do you want to go out with me on Friday?" Steve all but spat out. He looked slightly panicked as though he can believe what he had said.
Y/N stared at him for a moment, taking in his red cheeks with a smile as she nodded. "Sure... I'd love to go out with you."
Steve looked as though he couldn't believe she had actually agreed with him. It was as though all his recent worries had been flushed down the drain. He smiled brightly, happy with her answer as he nodded. "Alright. That's great. Yeah... Friday it is."
"Friday it is."
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