The bearded dilf Steve demons are winning. Now I'm thinking about young businessman Steve, who always comes into the restaurant Eddie works at. He looks like he’d be arrogant and stuck-up, Eddie definitely judged him wrong at first, but he’s always super nice and tips well. The only time Eddie's seen him get even a little angry was when he told off another customer for being rude to one of Eddie's coworkers. Eddie's had the hots for him ever since then. He thinks maybe he has a chance because Steve always requests to sit in Eddie's section, they've had conversations far beyond friendly small talk, Eddie's even sure that Steve has flirted with him a couple times, giving him a wink and a smile.
Eddie finally chalks up the courage to ask Steve out, but that night, Steve shows up with a big bouquet of roses and says he has a plus-one, "A really special little lady," and Eddie's heart just sinks. Of course, Steve's some rich playboy and Eddie's going to have to watch him wine and dine some gorgeous model all night.
Eddie's so disappointed, until Steve's plus-one shows up and it's the cutest little girl that Eddie's ever seen. He just melts watching Steve being adorable with his daughter, as if Eddie didn't have a big enough crush on this guy already. By the end of the night, Eddie can hardly function around Steve. It only gets worse when Steve's little girl comes up to him at the counter, politely handing him one of the roses from her bouquet, "My dad said this is for you."
Steve winks at him from the table and oh yeah, Eddie's a fucking goner.
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Headcanon that the gov altered the footage that showed the inside of Steve's compass.
In the original footage the picture was of Steve, Sarah, and Bucky before she got sick. It was the last birthday he had with his mom and it was one of the only pictures he had with his two most important people just with him.
The compass is the first thing Steve gets back from Shield and he's never apart from it. Not until the love of his life comes back and then decides to go back into cryo. Its then that Bucky holds onto it for him, for luck and safety.
Bucky argued that Steve would need it more but Steve won the argument simply by saying, "I'm not going anywhere, not without you."
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Selected by @gfawkesphoenixchokingonashes for a fantastic collaboration, resulting in the magical medieval fantasy adventure “As Long as there is dusk and dawn...”
Rogue Bucky and Paladin Steve
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[Begin ID: Digital illustration of Bucky and Steve with their backs to each other, a hazy view of snowy mountains and cloudy blue skies in the distance. Steve is further away, his body facing to the right while his head twists back over his right shoulder, sky-blue eyes side-glancing at Bucky in the foreground. Bucky is facing forward, piercing ocean-blue eyes looking straight at the viewer. A black metal hand with gold and silver joints reaches out towards the screen, light waves glitching at the fingertips as if breaking through a barrier. He wears a dark royal-blue hooded cloak and face mask, with only his eyes and long brown hair visible. Steve is resplendent in solid silver and gold armor, holding a large silver broad-sword in his metal gauntlet. His honey-gold hair is long and he sports a full beard. /end ID]
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Chapter summary: Steve´s job was to protect you, from everything. His job was to guard your body, and that included you heart
Pairing: Bodyguard!Steve Rogers x Actress!FemReader (very ambiguously described)
Chapter Warnings: Fluff, a little angst, cheating, mentions of unhealthy dieting, crying, toxic relationship, Bodyguard!Steve, do I need to say more?
+18 please.
Word Count (Chapter): 2.4k
Notes: I don't know what this is, but it´s here and it's alive >:D
I thought about this one-shot, I´m feeling fluffy. This is my birthday gift for you! <3
“Steve, I´m probably spending the night, you don't have to stay here waiting for me” you said softly as you looked into the mirror applying your lipstick
“I won't go anywhere,” he said firmly. Sometimes it was kind of annoying how strong willed he was
“I don't want you sleeping here in the limo, it must be uncomfortable” you said, worried, you cared for Steve, as he cared for you
“Yes, but I´m in duty until tomorrow” He realised how harsh he was being, so he smiled softly into the mirror, “I´ll be just fine, I don't want you to leave you here alone” you smiled back, as you searched
“I'll text you when the party finishes, to see if I'll stay here, ok?”
“Very well”
“If I stay here, promise me you´ll go home, please”
“I promise” he assured. You smiled at Steve and grabbed the very well wrapped box you had as a gift for your significant other.
It was your boyfriend's birthday party. You had planned the whole thing, you hired the caterers, and without help, you decorated his NYC townhouse, and made an inspired guestlist with all your friends, well, his friends, not yours anyways. But It was his birthday.
Steve opened the door of the limo for you, and helped you get out of the car.
The dress you were wearing was so tight it was hard for you to walk, but it didn't matter because it was the same dress he had liked so much in one of the models of the last fashion show, you just had to get it to please him.
“Wish me luck” you didn't know why you were so nervous
“You don't need it” he said, as he winked at you. You took a deep breath and went up the short stairs, to reach the door. You could hear the music from outside
The party was in full swing when you entered. A flute filled to the brim with champagne was served upon your arrival
“There she is,” your boyfriend called the moment he spotted you. He ambrace you, hugging you tightly, “Why are you late?” he grunted in your ear only for you and you could sense he was already drinking whiskey
“Happy birthday” you mumbled, a little out of place when you presented to him the box with the antique rolex you picked up for him
“It better be a v12 engine inside this little box” he said mockingly, ah yes, the Lamborghini he wanted and asked for not so subtly. The advance of your new movie hasn't come out yet so you couldn't buy it, he would have to settle for the watch though.
He dismissed the box and wrapped a hand around your waist
“Let´s go to show you off” he mumbled, as you walked towards his group of friends, “Isn't she the most beautiful one?” he asked, you smiled and cuddled against his chest, as everyone there agreed. Some wrong minded would say the career of your boyfriend was coming to an end, he got fired from his last show, and the movie he had been casted in was suddenly pulled back, so he decided to grab onto you, a promising new face that was gaining popularity by the second. But that just wasn't true. He loved you, you were sure of it
Until you weren't sure of it anymore
You couldn't find him it's been a couple of hours where his best friend would have keep you entertained, everytime you would try to leave, he would keep you longer, even grabbing you by your arms, you couldn't understand it, so you finally brushed him off and went looking for him
But when you opened his bedroom door, your world stopped spinning.
He was fucking that skinny model, the one with the dress from the runway, and… the one who came as a plus one of his best friend, or something, you coudn´t quite think about it right now. He saw you and stopped his movements immediately, but it was too late.
You slammed the door of the room trying to escape the situation, as you started fully weeping, feeling your chest so tightened you could actually have trouble breathing. You needed to go outside, to get the fuck out of here
You grabbed your phone as your heard that bastard call your name, you dialed the number one, since Steve was in speed dial
“Steve?” your voice trembled when he picked up, and it was clear that you were crying, “Are you still here?”
“Yes, of course Miss,” he said firmly, “Are you ok?”
“I´m coming out of the party, I want to go”
“Very well, I´m here” You went down the stairs, those glasses of champagne preventing you from tripping or to feel your feet at all, and when you reached the door, you found Steve coming up those short steps to the entrance, to hold it open for you. You heard that bastard coming for you, but you didn't even wanted to turn around to face him
“Babe I´m sorry, she doesn't mean anything, she is just a hoe, you´re the real deal”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” you asked in the middle of your sobs, “Will you fuck this relationship for “just a hoe?”
“Baby come back!” he slurred
“Leave me alone!” you yelled, “It's over!” He tried to grab your arm, but then you felt a soft hand in your lower back, as Steve planted himself at your side, between you and your now ex boyfriend, preventing him to coming near you
“Ok, that's enough” he said softly but firmly, “she told you to leave her alone”
“And who the hell are you?” he slurred, “Just a lap dog her manager told her to hire so it would get press for the stupid death threats she was getting”
“No matter the reason, I was hired to protect her, and that's exactly what I´m going to do” Steve was a professional, so he never even raised his voice to get his point across, he stood tall and firm as he guided you softly to the door. you grabbed his jacket as he helped you go down the stairs
“I'm not returning the lambo!” he yelled at your back
“There is no lambo, you pathetic son of a bitch!” you yelled.
“That's my girl” Steve mumbled in your ear, making you giggle. He helped you on the back of the limo, he even helped you get buckled in
“I can´t breathe in this stupid dress” you mumbled, “And it´s cooold”
Steve pull out from the copilot's seat something that looked like a gym bag
“Come here” And you did as he told you, you raise your arms and let him softly wrap a huge hoodie around you. Like he was dressing a child, he even closed the zipper until high up your neck. And then he leaned in, his eyes won´t miss a thing, and kissed you on your forehead, “I´ll take you home now, ok?” He pushed your legs inside the car, and cuddled yourself into the couch
“Please take me away from here” you pleaded, and he nodded firmly before he closed the door gently
He got into the pilot side, and started the car and the ride to your home quite hastily
“I don't want to go home” you cried, you didn't want to be in the place where he and you had been together so many times
“I have just the place to go” he said softly
“I'm hungry” you protested, hugging yourself, making his musk hit you in your nostrils, his smell clinging to that hoodie, he smelled so good, he was so manly
“That can easily be fixed,” he said.
The ride lulled you almost to sleep, that bottle of Dom quickly working his magic into you. You danced between consciousness and the dreamlands, when the car came to a full stop
“Where are we?” you asked groggily
“Wait here, ok?” he asked softly, you nodded as you cuddled yourself deeper into the seat. He got off the car and walked towards what you could identify as a burger joint
You almost cried of happiness when Steve came back to the car, struggling in his hands with two big paper bags and two milkshakes
You opened the door for him to get in, and he seated in the seat in front of you
“I love you” you mumbled, as he gave you your share of the food
“Are you talking to the burguer?” he asked, with a wicked smile, as he accommodated himself into the leather seat
“I might be,” you said. When you uncovered the meal, you felt a tinge of guilt in the pit of the stomach, suddenly reminding you how tight your dress was
“Hey” Steve called, “Don't...” he said softly, like he could read your mind, you took a deep breath and finally sinked your teeth into the juice burguer
“Mmmm” you moaned pornographically at the taste of it. You catched Steve smiling knowingly at you, and you couldn't help but blush. But the hunger was greater, and you stuffed your face with french fries and more burguer to quench your need
“I ate nothing but celery for a week to fit in this stupid dress” you said, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, “Just because he liked it, now I know it was because of the model
“You didn't had the need to do that” he said softly, he grabbed your hands in his “The Versace they made specially for you looked stunning in you, you always look beautiful, and you look twice as good when you are healthy” you pouted as your eyes filled with tears, as you swallowed hard in shame “What those little fans of yours would say if they see that you don't take care of yourself?”
“You are right, I´m sorry” you murmured. You took a long gulp of your vanilla flavored milkshake
“Your little fans adore you just the way you are, you are their hero, inside the screen and out”
“Thank you Steve” you mumbled, now drunk in food.
“You know my job is to protect you, right?” he asked softly, “I'm your bodyguard”
“You certainly don't have to feed me” you said mumbling your words
“Well, your belly is a part of your body isn't it?” he asked, “And your heart as well”
“Did you know the best way to a woman's heart is through her belly?” you giggled
“I had heard something about that,” He stood and sat beside you, you both leaned into the seat, but you went further, and accomodated your head in his shoulder, cuddling into him
Still cuddling into one another, you focus in your digestion of the junkfood
“I already said I had a plus one to the Met Gala, what am I supposed to do?” you thought, looking out the window
“C´mon, I'm sure you will get someone, like that” he said, snapping his fingers
“Yeah, but I don´t know”
“How about Tom Holland?” he said softly, “It was your costar in your last movie, and he is sweet”
“Yeah, but perhaps, too young” you murmured, “I like them older”
“What about this Sebastian Stan guy?” he asked, “He said right on live TV he wanted to date you”
“I don't know” you said frowning, “He is just way too obsessed with Scarlett Johansson, and his ex it's just… gorgeous, and they broke up like two weeks ago”
“Chris Evans?” you blushed scandalously, and averted his gaze
“Nooo” you whimpered, he chuckled, slurping his milkshake
“Why not? He is older, single, you work great together, he seems nice, he's got a dog”
“Perhaps what I'm looking for is somebody who isn't that famous” you mumbled. And there was also the fact that Steve looked exactly like Chris Evans, you wondered if they could be long lost twins or something
“That would be nice” he said softly
“The media, the gossip, I don't want any of it, I just want to cuddle” you said, pounting
“Tell me where to take you” he said softly
“I don't want to go home” you mumbled, “take me somewhere else”
The door of the Ritz´s presidential suit got closed behind you, as you held your heels in your hand, looking around
“Nice choice” Steve mumbled behind you, “Now let me tuck you into bed, ok?” you nodded and you let him guide you to the bed.
His eyes did not leave yours as he delicately placed his thick fingers in the zipper, and slowly tugged it down until it could open the hoodie and get it off of you. He then surrounded you, like a Lion circling his prey, when he reached your back and you could not see him it made you shiver in anticipation.
He helped you get off your dress, pulling down the zipper, his fingers gently caressing your naked back in the process. Without a second intent, he got rid of your stockings, Releasing you from that tight fit, and you immediately felt better. Suddenly your nakedness was covered by the softest fabric you'd ever felt, a rob made from the softest plush ever. He kissed the top of your head as he took your hand and led you to the bed. He opened the sheets for you and you got into it.
When you were all settle inside the sheets, he used his strong arms to tuck you into bed, tugging the sheets under your body to trap you into a comfortable caterpillar
“Are you going to leave me?” you asked softly
“Never” he assured, smiling softly.
“Can I keep the hoodie?” you asked softly
“Why?” he unbuttoned his dressing shirt, leaving only the white tank top underneath. And he got rid of his tight dressing pants
“It makes me feel safe, just like you do, and it smells amazing, just like you” you said, a little embarrassed
“Why have a hoodie? When you can keep me?” he asked, smiling knowingly. You smiled widely, as you took an arm off the safety of the blankets, and tried to call for him to come to you. He responded by getting into the bed with you, hugging you tightly against him, “Always settling for less, you wanted a hoodie, but you can have the whole package”
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Prompt: Steve is a different man after the effects of Thanos
Pairing: endgame!steve x reader
Warnings: this one is sad... mention of loss and death of loved ones, depression in multiple people, fighting/arguing, cursing, crying, some fluffy steve so it’s not all bad, cuddling, forgiveness
A/N: If you have not seen iw then do not read this, it will contain spoilers (speaking to a friend who hasn’t seen anything past avengers 1 in particular, ily)
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He was different, more cold. His stares were more calculating, he was distant and always off in his own world. The nights grew lonelier and your body ached for his, all you wanted was him. The defeated team could sense your relationship crumbling apart, they could hear the arguments, they could see the glares and less love every day.
“You have left me, Steve! I’m on my own here.”
Your voice echoed through the compound, even in your own room. Your eyes were shut closed and your body trembled with rage, you were tired of his constant disregard for your feelings.
“I left you? You’re fucking kidding.”
Steve ran his hand through his hair and snarled at you, his face was red and full of disgust. He sounded like he couldn’t believe your words, acting as he has sacrificed everything for you.
“You dont even see me, you walk right past me. Every single day I am here waiting for you, and you give me absolutely nothing.”
Your body turned towards his and you pushed on his chest, you were angry. Your voice cracked and tears were streaming down your face, hair was disheveled and your eyes sunken in. To be completely honest, you looked like shit.
“Y/n how can you be so fucking clueless.”
“You haven’t said you love me in 3 months. 3 fucking months Steven.”
“Well maybe, I don’t love you.”
As soon as the words left his mouth he regretted it, his eyes glanced at you before stepping away. He slammed the door shut, leaving you all alone again. You crumbled to the ground and held your body, silent sobs left your cracked lips. You were completely lost, utterly broken. Without him, without your friends and family you felt alone. That night you left, you packed your clothes up and didn’t even say goodbye.
You were hurt, mourning the loss of your relationship was what took the biggest tole on you. Of course resentment is corrosive, and you hated it. When Natasha came to pick you up with some hope, you couldn’t help but become excited. Your body hummed as you finally had something to look forward to, after 5 long years. Here was the moment you had been playing in your mind over and over again. There he was, in flesh and blood. His beard was gone, he looked slightly warmed and his body seemed a little more slumped. Mostly he looked the same, his eyes seemed more hopeful then the last time you had seen him.
“Y/n?”
You nodded in his direction, you could feel his eyes on you. Your body was heated and you looked towards your feet, the only thing that made you look up was the huge arms that wrapped around you. His body crushed yours, he hugged you and breathed in your scent. His chin was rested against you shoulder as he held you.
“I’m so sorry.”
His words were soft, almost afraid to break you. He kept you so close to him, he couldn’t lose you again. You were glad you two were alone in this very moment because tears were pooling down your face as he dropped to his knees.
“I am so sorry y/n, I was hurt and I took it out on you. I never should have.”
Your lips twitched up and you knelt down with him, your hands caressed his face and you nodded. You weren’t exactly sure what you two were, but all you knew was you were happy to be in this very moment with the man you truly loved and always have loved. You brought your lips to his cheek and whispered against his skin.
“It’s okay, I’m sorry too.”
You rested your lips to his skin and stayed like that, you welcomed the heat of his body to yours. After a few moments of silence you spoke again.
“You got rid of the beard.”
He chuckled lightly and ran his hand up your back, his touches soft and comforting against your clothed skin.
“Yes I did.”
You glanced up again to his face, tilting your head and narrowing your eyes as you analyzed his shaven face.
“I liked the beard.”
He rolled his eyes with a smile and stood up, he offered you a hand and you gladly took it. You found yourself cuddled into his body before you even realized it, his warmth welcomed you to him. He kept you close to him, his hands respectful but tightening. His hold on you was as if he was scared you were to run away again, you felt a pang of guilt in your heart as you thought about that night.
“Steve?”
He hummed in response and opened his eyes to look at you, his eyes admired your face and he was absolutely mesmerized with you.
“Can we stay like this.”
He smiled down at you and pulled your body in closer, you hugged his body into yours and sighed contently. All you needed in the world was him, that’s always how it’s been. No matter how many arguments or struggles you two always found your way back each other.
“Forever.”
He mumbled into your body as you two drifted off to sleep, the worries slipped out of your mind. This was the first night that either of you had slept peacefully in years, and you both knew exactly why.
