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[assembletheimagines]

Be the One

Steve x Reader

Request: @bubblybrianna​  Hi I read o e of your works and I was  super impressed. I was wondering if you could do a Steve Rogers x reader based on the song Be the One by Jason Derulo. 

A/N: I didn’t write lyrics with each section of the request just as an fyi.

"Rogers, the place is going to blow." Sam's voice rang through the com and your heart raced. Fuck.

You pushed yourself harder and climbed the stairs to the roof. The exit plans were limited and you were clearly running out of time.

You slammed against the door bursting through from the stairwell, now what. You looked around for anything that would grant you safety.

"Where are you?" You heard Steve ask through the com and you felt a vibration under your feet.

"Cap on your left!" Sam answered and you figured you were going to die because you didn't know where either boy was at. You were losing hope, time was running out, and you were stuck on the roof.

"Look up," Steve's voice ordered and you looked up and relief flooded your senses. Sam was piloting a hydra helicopter with Steve hanging on the side door.

Your relief changed to dread though when you saw Steve hold his hand to you. You'd have to jump and that, that was just as scary as the place crumbling in like twenty seconds. "You need to jump!" He ordered you again and you couldn't hesitate as you heard a rumble. You turned around to see a hole begin to form in the middle of the roof top. The building began to crumble.

"Fuck," you cursed and took off, getting a running start you kept your eyes onto Steve and his hand. You will not admit that some sort of squeal came out of your mouth as you leaped off the roof. Sam moved the plane in an angle and you fell into Steve's arms both of you almost rolling out through the other side door of the helicopter.

Your heart hammered against your chest as you clung onto Steve's biceps, the facility now a pile of rubble on the ground as Sam took off. You looked up, both you and Steve laying on the floor of the helicopter, and caught eyes with Steve. Fuck.

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Steve gripped your hand firmly as you both sped walked out of the casino. You were dressed in a dress that hug your body beautifully while Steve was dressed in a suit. It was a typical mission, not high risked like aliens trying to destroy Earth, just a weapons dealer selling info. You and Steve were ordered to infiltrate the casino where everyone was suppose to meet, steal the file, and get out.

Everything was going great, you were able to slide into the private party by being on the arm of someone random but important. Steve had to try a different tactic since he wasn't the type to blend in as easily for being a known figure in the world he had to sneak through the back entrance.

You were able to learn a few tricks from Natasha in training, and had picked up a few good habits of distraction that allowed you to get close to the target. It was almost too easy to fake a few laughs and act interested. Your hand rubbing the guy's chest and moving to his breast pocket. You grabbed the flash drive, and the guy grabbed your wrist. "And what do you think you're doing, Missy?" The guy growled.

I said it was almost too easy.

"Give me the keys," You yelled and Steve didn't hesitate to throw you the key. You clicked the button and the lambo beeped, the doors lifting as you jumped into the driver's seat. You had lost your heels when you had kicked a guy in the chest escaping so your bare foot pressed the clutch as your other foot went to the brake.

The car purred to life and you shifted the gear to first and let go of the brake slowly gaining speed to shift into second as you both took off the road and onto sand shifting into the next gear as you accelerated.

Cabo's water was illuminated by the moon as you drove across the beach, trying to avoid getting caught. You almost didn't notice Steve's hand on your thigh as you drove.

Almost.

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"I don't see why you two won't just date already," Natasha hummed as you and her walked down the halls of the compound. You could see her sly smirk and you shook your head in response, rolling your eyes.

"Nat, it's Steve!" You pointed out like that explained everything. "Captain America, the golden boy." You continued and sighed looking across the room you two entered to see him leaning against the kitchen counter laughing with Bucky and Sam.

"So?" She laughed, "you're going to friend zone Captain America."

"No, I mean yes, I mean-" you fumbled over your words as you looked down. You would be lying if you said you didn't think Steve was attractive. And you did get along with Cap really well, but it was Steve. He was good, like a heart of gold good, and you were not. You made mistakes in your life and you had issues, and Steve could have anyone so why would he like you as more than friend even if you did.

"I'm just saying," Natasha said quietly, getting you to come back from your internal thoughts. You two passed the boys, catching eyes with Steve before moving on. "You don't see the way he looks at you when you aren't looking."

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"Steve-" you were speechless when Steve stumbled into your room. He was still in the Captain America suit. He had been on a mission and you didn't even know he was back until he staggered into your room.

You looked over at your phone reading that it was 2:32 am

"What are you-" you began to ask as you took the covers off of you. You then realized how beat up he looked.

He had a cut from his cheek down to his jaw. His bottom lip was busted, and you finally noticed him holding his side. Blood had darkened his suit around the area his hand was pressing against.

You didn't hesitate as you pulled him to you, leading him to your bathroom you shoved him to sit on top of the toilet as you began to play nurse. Fumbling over the first aid kit you had under the sink.

"Why didn't you go to med?" You asked as you helped Steve take off the top of his suit. He was slumped against the toilet. His eyes lidded as you worked on his side. Cleaning it. He was lucky it was a bullet graze.

"I wanted to see you," he mumbled. He was out of it.

"You could have seen me after you were bandage," you retorted kneeling between his legs and giving him a stern look. His lips twitched to smile but he grimaced because of his busted lip.

"I wanted to tell you something," he sighed, cringing as you moved and started cleaning the cut on his cheek.

"And it couldn't wait?" You asked and he gave you a look.

Every mission you go on, there isn't a guarantee of coming back. And the look he gave you. It silenced you.

"What did you want to tell me?" You then asked quietly. Looking away from him as you began to work on his bottom lip. But he moved his head back.

"You're beautiful." And you blushed, a smile growing on your face as you shook your head, trying to dismiss his compliment.

"Is that what couldn't wait?" You asked trying to play it off as a joke, "that I am beautiful."

"Yes." He answered seriously. "I can't hold back anymore." Your smile faded. "You're beautiful, you're amazing, you light up every room you walk into." His words were soft and your blush darkened as he didn't break eye contact with you.

"Steve-"

"Anyone would be lucky to just be a part of your life." He continued and you finally realized he was holding both of your hands. "I'm lucky to be a part of your life." He mumbled. "And since getting to know you-"

"Steve-"

You were cut off by his lips on yours.

"Let me finish." He said once you two pulled away. You were now straddling his lap, resting your forehead against his. "I like you," he confessed, "and if you let me, I will be there for you, I will love you, I'll treat you right." He said as he held your hand still. "Just let me be the one."

[rogershasmyass]

it takes two to tango

a/n: I decided I’ll make a second part to my first fic dancing on my own. And I wish you guys like it!!! pls read the first one you can find it here. To those who have read it, I hope you reblog it to your dash or something, it’d help a lot!!! Thank you! <3 

part 2 to dancing on my own this part is shorter!! i hope you like it! 

Please reblog, like and leave a comment!!!! It would mean a lot to me! You can also requests imagines!!!! I love ya’ll. Have a great day ahead! -------------------------------------------------------------------------

pairings: steve rogers x reader 

warnings: language, lil angst, lil fluff, lil smut ((((very very brief lol))) also, i recommend you listen to this song when you get to that part :) 

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You were frozen in your place when you saw who was standing there. 

It was Steve. The one who you were frantically looking for earlier, the one who made you cry for the half of the day. Although, you still can’t believe it was him. Probably you fell asleep from too much tiredness, or you were hungry and spent that you’re hallucinating. 

“Hey baby doll?” He tried to get your attention 

“Fuck.Me.” You muttered, holy shit. he’s coming at me and even talking!

He chuckled, “Oh baby, if I could then I would. It’s just that I’m too tired from returning the stones today.” He slowly went to me, and looked at me lovingly in the eyes. 

“It’s you..” You were still frozen in your earlier position. As he sat by the bed and pulled you closer to him as you were standing between his legs. 

“Of course, it’s me. Who else were you waiting for?” He smiled tiredly. 

“I just can’t believe you came back.” I sadly looked at him whilst he held my hand tightly and patted the space beside him. 

“Of course I came back. I promised you didn’t I?” 

“’Course you did.” I sighed. Tired from all what happened today. 

After minutes of silence, he asked me, “I saw you dancing earlier.” His tone, teasing and full of amusement. 

“Well...to be fair, I was left unsupervised.” He laughed at me “Another thing is, I also saw you dancing.” I continued

“You did?” He asked surprised. “How?” His eyes got bigger than before. 

“Well..we were worried that you didn’t come back after five seconds and got lost in the map...and we were all panicking, so Bucky and I went after you.” I tried to fight the tears from coming back. I breathe deeply. “We found you. Having the time of your life. I think that’s when I saw you the happiest..” 

He smiled as if reminiscing something. “Well, it is.” 

“Really? You told me once I was the happiest thing that ever happened in your life!” I acted hurt, but it’s a quarter true. 

“Silly, of course you still are and always will be.” He pinched my cheeks and kissed the back of my hand. 

“I’m glad you stick true to your promises. You know, I never once doubted that you are not worthy enough to lift the Mjolnir.” 

“Never?” He smirked, probably knowing that I did when I saw him earlier in the past. 

“Okay, well. Once. When I thought you were leaving for good. I really lost my hope, a little. I just thought to myself, if you and Peggy got your dance, we’ll I’ll have mine too, one way or another. I just don’t know when, but then you’re here now. Sooner than I expected” I smiled at him.  “Why? When do you think I’ll be coming back?”  “Not sure. Probably when I’ll be the one to go back to you in the past.”  “You really think that low of me?” He chuckled and acted offended  

We were silent for a while. Just contented that we’re in the same room as each other, he stood up and went to the turntable. 

“What are you doing?” I asked him

“A moment.” He said as he shuffles through his CDs 

A familiar tune starts playing. 

“Really? That song?” I asked him 

“Of course. You love that song right?” 

“I do..” 

“Well, would you dance with me, Ms. y/l/n? I won’t take no for an answer.” 

I held his hand and we slowly enveloped in each others’ arms. While my favorite song from his generation plays. 

I rested my head onto his chest where I can hear his heartbeat, the one that always puts my soul at ease and brings me comfort and safety all the time. His hands rested where it has always been. This position always feels like home. 

“Hey, cap.”  “Hmm?” He hummed while resting his head on mine.  “Tell me about her.” I slightly looked up to him. He smiled of contentment and a little bit of teasing, “No, I don’t think I will.”  “Hmp..alright. I’m so happy for you.”  “Thank you, doll.” 

“My darling dear, love you all the time...” he sang the song to me while swaying me lightly. “I'm just a fool, a fool in love with you” I continued and sang to him. 

We stayed like that until the song fades. 

“That was nice.” He said  “Really? Is your 2nd dance, nice? Because for me, it was the best. That was my first.” I teased him “They said to save the best for last.” He kissed the top of my head. “Hey, y/n. Promise me one thing..” he sounded so serious.  “Yes?” I asked him and he continued,

“When i’m gone, please be happy. Be truly be. Know that I will love you until the last breath of mine and I know you will do too, but find yourself someone that’ll make you happy more than I did.” 

Oh, I’m almost forgot. I’m dancing with a 98 year old version of my love. He still stand tall. His eyes never changed, it still has that glow. His physique of course changed so much. But my love for him? Not a bit. I still see him as gorgeous as I have seen him the first time. 

“I will.” I smiled at him. 

“I know someone who can and I trust him completely.” He smiled knowingly

“Who?” I asked innocently, as if not knowing it was Bucky he wanted me to end up with.

“You know who.” 

“Well, let’s see. Maybe, after I take care of you.” He laughed

“I will still be around for a long time you know.” He bragged. 

“How’s your back doing after slow dancing with me?” I teased him.  “I can do that all day.” 

“Your legs says otherwise.” I noticed that he keeps on rubbing his knees when he sat down on the bed. Probably hurt a little when he stood up for a long time. “Keep talking, grandpa.” 

“Hey!” 

[assembletheimagines]

Darkness

Avengers x reader

Request: hihihi i loved your fic about a sleepy cuddly yn, could you do another? im not sure if your taking requests so feel free to ignore this. if you do write this, could you like make it like yn is scared of the dark and the power goes out? and if you include protective! Avengers i will die for you lot's of love the ✨ anon

You were tough.

You were feared, you had made a name for yourself.

You were an avenger.

That’s what ran through your head before you squeaked a curse word when you saw out of your apartment window. One building, then the next, the power was shut down and everything outside turned to darkness. And then your apartment complex did the same.

You made a noise in the back of your throat that seemed like a mix between a groan and a shrill for help as you fumbled out of your cocoon of blankets. So much fora night in with Netflix. And scrambled out of your room to find the kitchen.

That’s where you kept the candles and emergency lighters and matches.

You were tough.

You were feared, you had made a name for yourself.

You were an avenger.

“Barely.”

You gasped and spun around in your fuzzy socks, beyond scared, only to be met with Clint and Nat holding flashlights and matching smirks.

“Barely an avenger.” Clint repeated amused that you were still clutching to the box of matches for dear life.

“Excuse me, I am an avenger- more than barely.” You pouted and stressed over trying to find a candle now. Natasha shined her flashlight to the left pointing at a used candle on the counter.

“Yeah, remember what happened in Rio.” Natasha snickered and Clint turned pink.

“We all agreed to never speak about that-” he about whined causing your fear of the dark to subsided a little so you could tease.

“Never speak about what?” Sam asked just as he, Steve, and Bucky strolled in with some more candles.

“Nothing!” “Rio!” Was said at the same time and eyebrows were raised in amusement by Cap.

The boys lit up the candles they had and placed them in certain areas causing your small living room and kitchen to light up your place better. Your fear was decreasing even more now that you weren’t in complete darkness and alone.

“It seems that the whole city is out of power,” Wanda’s thick accent sounded as she slowly sauntered in with Vision. You didn’t have to wait long before you saw a blue streak and you were suddenly sitting on the kitchen counter with a smirking Pietro.

“We brought snacks,” Vision said referring to the clear boxes of sweets in Pietro’s hands.

You sat on the counter in amusement as your friends made themselves at home in your apartment while the city laid in darkness.

All of them found their own little spot to rest in as they bantered back and forth as if your home was their’s. They had eased your mind and even had you distracted from your fear of how long your apartment maybe in darkness.

“Not that I don’t appreciate y’all being here, but, you guys have great timing showing up at my place right before the lights went out.” You said and a few heads turned to you.

“Well the light went out in our place first,” Cap said referring to the place he shared with Buck and Sam.

“And we know you aren’t fond of the dark,” Wanda said quietly.

“Just wanted to make sure you were okay,” Clint shrugged before taking another bite of cheese pizza. You heart melted and pouted at your friends with love.

Before you could say anything though, the lights flickered on and you could hear some cheering from outside neighbors.

That’s when Tony and Peter came in through the front door. Tony pushing Peter in front of him.

Peter blushed and rubbed the back of his neck.

“What?”

“Peter-”

“I may or may not have messed with Mr. Stark’s new AI...”

Peter caused the black out.

A pillow was thrown and Peter ducked, causing the pillow to hit Tony in the face.

“You’re paying for the next round of pizza.” Clint said making Peter look at Tony for help.

Tony sighed, “it’ll be here in 20.”

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Thank you for enjoying the first cuddly fic of reader x avengers, it was my first one I ever created on here.  Rainy Days

I hope that you like this one. Just wanted to make something cute and short!

[assembletheimagines]

Can I request 12 with Steve please

12. Can I be of assistance?

DRABBLE LIST - REQUEST HERE

A/N: Thanks for requesting! I hope you like it. I honestly wrote one version and ended up typing another lmao

You sighed as you stared down at you phone like it was the enemy. This was the last time you did this.

A week ago you had gotten a little bit tipsy with some friends and one thing led to another and somehow your friends created a dating profile for yours truly. You thought it was funny at the time.

You even laughed as they al began to swipe left or right as various pictures of men appeared on your screen.

All of you groaning in distaste any time a bathroom mirror selfies showed up or a group picture of guys. All of you taking guesses as to who was actually the person in charge of the profile in the group photo but swiped left in the end.

But then you matched with someone and your smile slightly faltered as your friends giggled in excitement and did all the conversating for you. You were only a little bit annoyed that your lack of a social life was entertaining for them, but then again you were the only one single in your group of friends.

Three wine coolers later and your friends confirmed a date with a Tyler for Saturday night.

And here you were. Freezing your ass of waiting for Tyler outside a bar. You hugged yourself for warmth and looked at your phone again. Forty minutes late? You laughed bitterly to yourself.

Fuck this guy. Fuck this. You could have been home watching Keeping Up with the Kardashians right now.

You grumbled nonsense under your breath as you marched off. You had made a fool out of yourself waiting for this loser and you were going home.

And you were so lost in your thoughts of punching the next Tyler you saw that you didn’t even realize you were lost.

“Fuck,” you cursed and reached for your phone again to call someone. But your phone buzzed an angry notification about 18% before turning off. “No, please, no.” You whined and cradled your lifeless phone with both hands. This was what you get for watching videos whiles waiting on your no-show.

“Uh,” you heard a man clear his throat to your left and your eyes met with soft blue ones. “Can I be of assistance?”

And holy moly. One of the most handsomest men you ever seen stood across from you. He scratched the back of his neck sheepishly as you openly checked him out. His hair was a dirty blonde and he a nice beard growing. You could tell he could probably bench press you from the way his shirt hugged his chest and biceps.

Are you drooling?

“Ma’am?” You could see a light dust of pink appear across his cheeks. “Are you lost? Do you need help?” He asked again and you nodded your head dumbly, in response.

“Uh, yeah.” You stumbled finally and saw a ghost of a smile flash across his lips.

“Too which?” He smirked and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Both.” You stated and waved your phone. “I was going on a blind date that didn’t show and my phone is dead and I’m lost.” You blushed at how lame you sounded but watched him step closer to you.

“He didn’t show?” He asked and shook his head in fake disappointment. You were surprised to see him take his turn to openly check you out. “A beautiful women like you shouldn’t be stood up like that. I’d never do that to you.” He mumbled and your cheeks darkened.

“Oh, I-” You stuttered over yourself. You were speechless.

“My name is Steve.” He smiled introducing himself. “How about I take over this date?” He hummed and offered you his hand.

His smile grew when you took his hand in acceptance.

Okay, maybe you weren’t that mad that a Tyler didn’t show.

[assembletheimagines]

Hello

Hello!

Just going to put this out here for anyone who still out here reading fanfics and stuff about marvel.

I’ve been gone for a little bit, a little hiatus if you will, and I just recently came back to writing and I just wanted to tell you that if you want certain stuff written or you have any requests that I’m a blog available and totally down.

Anyway, thanks lmao, continue about your business. :)

[avengerofyourheart]

Karaoke Night (reader x Steve? One-shot)

Hey, party peeps!! I’ve been considering a drabble one-shot sort of thing for a few days and now I’m gonna do it. It’s my first, so let’s see how it goes. I’m notoriously long-winded so short should be a challenge. I’m gonna do my best to just write it straight through and post. Here goes!

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Karaoke Night (reader x Steve)

Characters: Reader, Steve, Avengers.

Warnings: None, I think? Fluff. Sexual tension perhaps. 

Links to songs are within the story except for the last one, which is at the end. 

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You sat at a table with a drink in your hand, thoroughly enjoying the show in front of you. Natasha sat next to you, whispering something into Clint’s ear causing him to throw his head back in laughter. It was probably something concerning you and your current state of swooning, but you were too far gone at this point. 

Since becoming an Avenger, you had done your best to socialize and get to know the team better, but you weren’t really one to go out on the town and party, like many of them enjoyed. You were more of the reserved type. Your one release, though, was music. The one thing that would get you dressed to the nines and out the door was karaoke night. The team was willing to indulge you in your one request. And boy, were you glad, because it had been quite the night. 

Clint started the night out with a rousing rendition of “Fly Like an Eagle” by Steve Miller Band. Naturally. Next came Natasha with Blondie’s “One Way or Another” which was actually a little terrifying, coming from her. You would never want to be caught in her sights. Bruce refused, but no one was crazy enough to try and force him. He was happy to sit back and watch, sipping a soda. You were just grateful he came. After Nat came Thor, who sang an unironic version of “YMCA” by The Village People, although it was more yelling than singing. The crew found it hilarious and anyone else in the bar was too intimidated to give him any trouble about his song choice. 

Possibly the highlight before now had been a rather strained duet of “Ebony & Ivory” performed by Sam and Bucky. Sam gave it his all, trying to get Bucky into it but the Metal-armed soldier did NOT look happy to be there and mumbled the whole time. You were convinced that his participation was the result of some sort of blackmail. Tony belted out Elton John’s “Rocket Man” because of course he would. And now you were sitting front and center while Captain Steve Rogers swayed back and forth crooning to Frank Sinatra’s “I’ve Got You Under My Skin”. 

I’ve got you under my skin I’ve got you deep in the heart of me So deep in my heart that you’re really a part of me I’ve got you under my skin

His voice was a little flat at times but you didn’t mind because the very sight of him gave you shivers. Simply dressed in a pair of jeans slung low on his hips, a plain white t-shirt and that dark blue jacket that really brought out his eyes and accentuated his wide shoulders, you couldn’t tear your gaze away. It reminded you of that Cap stealth suit of his, which about drove you wild. 

I’d tried so not to give in I said to myself this affair never will go so well But why should I try to resist baby, I know you so well I’ve got you under my skin.

You could feel your heart pounding and goose bumps covered your exposed flesh. You and Steve had been dancing around each other for months, a little flirting here, a small touch there. You were never really sure if he reciprocated your feelings, though. Cap was nice to everyone and joked around with all the team members. Was that all it was? Co-worker affection? That was the question of the evening. As Steve finished out the last note and took an embarrassed bow, he exited the stage and took a seat across the table from you. 

Natasha elbowed you in the side, “Come on, Y/N. You’re up!”

Chugging the last of your drink for liquid courage, you stood and walked up the stage steps, adjusting your dress nervously. Grasping the microphone in your right hand, you caught Steve’s eye and gave him a big smile. As the opening notes began, you gathered all the guts you possessed. If he wasn’t going to do something about it, you though you could maybe give him a little push. Bringing the mic up to your lips, you began to sing quietly at first.

I hear the ticking of the clock I’m lying here the rooms pitch dark I wonder where you are tonight No answer on the telephone And the night goes by so very slow Oh, I hope that it won’t end though Alone

Your eyes wandered back to Steve’s once more before you really let yourself get into the song, belting out the chorus.

Til now I always got by on my own I never really cared until I met you And now it chills me to the bone How do I get you alone How do I get you alone?

Starting to dance a bit more confidently, you dipped and swayed as the adrenaline hit your bloodstream heightening your alcohol buzz. You threw your hand out toward the audience, pointing to the muscular man in the blue jacket as you sang the next lyrics.

You don’t know how long I have wanted to touch your lips and hold you tight You don’t know how long I have waited And I was gonna tell you tonight But the secret is still my own And my love for you is still unknown Alone

Hand over your heart with eyes close, you let the moment wash over you as you gave the song all you had. As that last high note rang out, you let your arms fall to your sides, feeling the rush leave your body. Looking across the expanse of the bar, it seemed like your performance was hit from the standing ovation of your fellow Avengers. Except for the empty chair where the man for whom you were singing was sitting moments ago. 

Your heart squeezed in your chest, shoulders slumped at your failed attempt to win his heart. Stomping down the steps quickly, you grabbed Natasha’s arm in one hand and your jacket in the other

“I’m over it. Let’s go,” you whispered dejectedly, dragging the redhead out of the bar and into the cool air. 

“Why? What happened? I thought you were having a moment back there with the Star Spangled Man.”

“Yeah, well, you thought wrong,” you stated, waving your arm for a taxi. The nearest one pulled in front of you and you opened the car door. “You coming?”

Nat glanced back at the packed bar, “Nah, I think I’ll stay. You sure you’ll be able to get home okay?”

“Trust me, I am no longer buzzed. I’ll be fine. Have fun,” you waved as you crawled in the cab and gave the address for Stark Tower.

A long elevator ride later, you arrived at your room and slammed the door behind you. Kicking off your heels and throwing your jacket to the side, you tugged at the back zipper of your dress before giving up and face planting on the bed. You heard your phone buzz in your jacket pocket, but you elected to ignore it. You pulled a blanket over you and almost got to the point of sleep when you heard a knock at your door. 

Peeling yourself from the covers, you stumbled to the door and threw it open to see the face of your disappearing crush. 

“Hey, Y/N. I tried to call you to see if you were okay, you left so suddenly. Can I come in?”

You stepped back and kept stumbling, in shock, until your knees hit the edge the bed. 

Steve walked in and shut the door quietly behind him. 

“That song was …really something. Why did you run off?”

“I thought…I mean, you left so I figured you just didn’t care or want to…be there,” you said hesitantly, avoiding his gaze.

“Trust me, Y/N. I got the full effects of the song. In fact, I stepped out for some cool air. It was a little too, uh… warm in there.”

“Oh?” you asked, taking a step toward the man.

Steve gave you that sexy half smile, his eyes darkening under your gaze.

“So. Now that you’ve got me alone…what are you going to do with me?”

As a wide smile covered your face, you paused a few seconds before closing the distance between the two of you in no time. Jumping into the blonde Super Soldier’s arms, he caught you easily by gripping your hips with his large hands, bringing his lips down to meet yours hungrily. You combed your fingers through his soft hair as you wrapped your legs around his waist, he let out a moan against your lips. Taking a moment to come up for air, his bright blue eyes now darkened with desire, met yours.

“Guess your secret’s out. Sorry about the wait, doll. I’ve wanted this for so long, too,” he grinned.

Looks like your night might not end alone after all, you thought, as Steve carried you toward the bed, humming that Sinatra song against the tender skin of your neck.

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Reader’s song choice: Alone by Heart

GAHH!!! Yeah, I can’t write short stuff. ha! Hope it’s not too hard to read. It’s after midnight, of course, but I’ll hit post anyway. I’m gonna tag my peeps from my Accidents Happen series, let me know what you think. This is my first Steve fic and first one-shot so comments and feedback would be awesome. Would you be interested in more of this? Less? p.s. I’m still working on part 8 of Accidents Happen! Just wanted to try something a little different tonight. :) Love you guys!!

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