Can you do a Steve Rogers x reader with 3,9,and 11?? Thank you!!
As steve! My og fictional boyfriend.
The party Tony had thrown was supposed to be a celebration for a successful mission with a record breaking small number of casualties. You were a major help on that mission too,a fact mine of the other team members would let you forget. With that being said you decided to break your own record tonight,and alcoholic record at that.
The thing is,you’ve never gotten drunk around the Avengers. Of course you’ve gotten tipsy but you’d end up taking a bottle back to your room without anyone seeing. But tonight is a fuck it night. You deserve to let your guard down for once and just see what happens.
Other people noticed almost immediately and you were grateful that only the team members and allies were invited.That way of something happened The higher ups wouldn’t have to witness it.
The more eyes you felt and saw on you was motivation and you soon were completely hammered. The first to approach was the party thrower himself. "Hey y/n" he says nonchalantly, “you’re drunk.” You gasped dramatically. “No I’m not. I’m more sober than you are.” The statement made him scoff and he changed the subject,trying to get a feel of how you are when intoxicated. Apparently you were entertaining enough to draw a crowd as you retold stories from college and your childhood.
An hand on your lower back stopped your sentence halfway through,making some people groan. And judging by the weight of the arm pulling you gently away you knew who they were calling a buzzkill. “I think it’s time for you to go to bed. Come on.” Steve listened as you chatted about whatever came to your mind as he walked you to your room.
It was obvious he was gonna get you situated then leave but your impulse control went out the window after all the drinks. You threw yourself on the bed and looked up with a mischievous smile. “*Spoon me, bitch!*” You exclaim,causing the super soldier to raise his eyebrows at your new found confidence. He did nonetheless.
"I’m not used to you being like this. You seem more relaxed,like you’re completely…you.“ Steve says quietly, tracing lines up and down your arms.
"Well,” you start, “ *I’m not gonna lie to you, but I’m drunk as shit*. Which is something I don’t normally let myself do in front of other people because i let my guard down. I don’t trust people that much,so I try to stay on high alert all the time. "He was taken back,you don’t talk to anyone the way you just did to him. You trust him,that much is obvious,and he wasn’t planning on breaking that trust.
Snores and the feeling of someone pressed against you startled you out of you sleep. Seeing Steve next to you wasn’t even the weirdest part.You were changed out of your party outfit and into his shirt from the night before.The blonde woke up as he felt you shoot out of bed.” *Did we fuck last night?* “The hurt on his face already told you the answer but he quickly replied, "No.” The
"No,y/n I wouldn’t take advantage of you like that.“ A breath of relief and you finally were hit with a headache from hell. Steve ended up taking care of you that morning,shielding you from you teammates as they made comments about some not so ladylike things you said.
