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Hi! Im not one of those weird triggered af nonnies who’re here to be meanies! I just wanna say I love Who We Are sooo much (despite the fact that it has triggered me, I’m an adult fully capable of knowing my limits so its on me that i stayed reading it!) and although I won’t be continuing with that series for now at least, I’m so glad that I found your tumblr though and I can’t wait to read everything else you have cuz boy was I hooked! Have an amazing week!
I haven’t gotten any mean anons and I am very lucky 🥺🥺
I’m sorry the story was triggering but I’m glad you know your limits! I hope I can create more work that you’ll enjoy :)
Hi Van! Been a hot minute since the last time you let us know that you’ve caught the ‘vid 🥺 I hope you’re recovering and are doing much, much better now! Please take it easy and get plenty of rest 💓
I’m better for the most part now! I just get tired very easily 😅 I got a new job that is very demanding in hours as we’re behind so I usually fall asleep when I get home 😴 but I’m still slowly writing 🥰
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Unfortunately I’m still here but I just caught Covid is all 😭 I’m recovering well but too tired to write sadly. I would try to give an ETA on a chapter but i never fulfill it 😅
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Just dropping in to announce that I now go through my days with sudden thoughts of “ok but did reader made the right decision turning down wanda’s offer for help tho” randomly popping in and out my mind based on my attachment to your Who We Are series 😵💫
omg I love that for you LOL i think about it often too! But mostly because I've been trying to write out the entire outline to make sure I didn't goof up anywhere . it's been a lot of work but I think everyone will be shocked but satisfied with the outcome 😳
Summary: Steve didn’t mean to fall in love with you—not when his life had become a high-speed chase, him against the law. But he did, and you brought a comfort he never thought he’d know. In return, he brought danger. You didn’t seem to mind.
Word count: 4.2k
Warnings: Angst, injury, sexual themes, fluff with nomad!steve
a/n: I had an intense need to write some Steve so here we are. I loved writing this and I appreciate feedback so so much!! ♡
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The air on the quinjet was heavy. There was a statement to be made, and the two parties aboard were waiting for their captain to finally utter the words.
Well, maybe he wasn’t a captain anymore. Not legally.
But to Natasha and Sam, Steve was their captain, and captains were the ones to make hard and fast decisions.
This wasn’t a hard decision for Steve. Seeing you—holding you in his arms for the first time in weeks—was the easiest choice he could possibly make. You were Steve’s peace in all of this mess. You blinked up at him when he arrived at your door, battered and bruised, and all he felt was warmth. You ran him a bath in the tub he didn’t have the heart to tell you he barely fit in, and the scents from your soaps would be something he held onto for weeks afterward.
I know you know I went into reading this with angsty feelings because endgame Steve. legit all I could think about was omfg what if he left her after all this.
But after reading this, I have faith in this man once more <3 he would never leave reader and you did that <3
I think what I love about this most is that nat and sam clearly also adore reader 🥺 that for people like them on the run, they have somewhere to go too.
I don’t know what it is with you but even when you write fluff, you put me in my feels for angst LOL is this personal????
“I hope she has the stuff for lasagna.”
“You’ll eat whatever she makes and you won’t complain,” Steve quipped, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“Okay,” Sam replied, huffing up the hill, feet heavy on the gravel. “Still hope she’ll make lasagna.”
this made me cackle LOL the way both nat and sam hope they’ll make their fav food and steve is like !! stop that
Anyways, I’m going to go cry about nomad!steve now thanks bestie <3
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hello my love, i have a nice soft dark!vampire romanogers who are vv intrigued by reader bc they fed from her and she didn't die, now they don't want to let her go
listen, I don't want romanogers to be my parents. I want to be WITH them 🖐
Pairing: soft dark!vampire Romanogers x Fem!Reader
Warnings: 18+ only, minors DNI. No explicit content but it's a lil spicy
Count: < 1k
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"What do you think of her?"
Steve looked up from his book and turned towards Natasha, staring at the table four down from them. It was a beautiful day—warm and sunny without a cloud in sight.
Their outside patio table had an umbrella where they sat comfortably under the shade.
Natasha was being unabashed about the fact she was staring at you—not that you had noticed. Your sense of self-preservation seemed tragically low.
It's why they had chosen you as a feeding target three nights ago.
And despite how they left you in the dark, empty alley to die, you didn't.
It was a phenomenon.
Steve felt something stir inside him as he remembered how you tasted.
"So sweet," Steve purred into your neck. The three of you stood against the wall, hidden by the shadows. Natasha was on your other side, her mouth firmly attached to you as blood dripped down her chin.
You whimpered, and that seemed to only stir Steve and Natasha on.
This is what they loved about feeding. It could be violent if they wanted it to be, but it could also be sensual—intimate.
You gripped at Steve's wrist while your other hand grasped Natasha's dress.
"Careful now," Natasha licked, her eyes trailing the blood that dripped from your neck. "Keep making sounds like that and Stevie and I might do more to you than just eat you." She chuckled at the last words, finding irony in them.
Steve felt his own blood rush down in his pants as he sank his teeth in.
"Intriguing," Steve shook himself out of his thoughts as he replied to his wife. He turned his head back to his book, but it was obvious to Natasha he hadn't been paying attention to it at all.
Steve was staring at you through his lashes.
You didn't seem to remember them. After all, you had come into this patio later than them, passed by with brief eye contact and a smile, and sat down with your friends.
Yet, Steve couldn't stop staring at your neck. His marks, Natasha's marks—gone. You were exposing your bare neck once more with the sundress you had on.
And to Steve, you looked wrong without them.
"Do you think she's human?" Natasha asked as she took a bite of her roasted breakfast potatoes.
"She has to be," Steve replied without a doubt.
Natasha hummed. Vampires knew other vampires instinctively—could smell the predator within them.
You smelled like sunshine and vanilla.
Sweet.
Vulnerable.
It was entirely intoxicating for Natasha when she breathed you in.
Natasha stared at your bright laugh and thought about your breathy whimpers. You made so many sounds, and she wanted to hear them all.
Looking over at her husband, Natasha smirked as she watched Steve stare at you through his lashes, hardly paying his book any mind. For so long, it had just been the two of them. They hadn't ever needed more or wanted it, for that matter.
Suddenly, Steve's eyes narrowed as someone else approached you. A man, lanky with brown hair and green eyes. He kissed your cheek before taking a seat. You whined as he took your fork and picked up some of your food, and plowed it into his mouth.
"I want her," Natasha suddenly said, interrupting Steve's glaring. He looked over at her as if surprised that she was voicing their thoughts so bold and quickly.
"Me too," Steve licked his lips. "But you know if we take her, there's no going back. She'll be ours."
