Warnings. | Smut, Age Gap, Vaginal Sex, Public Sex (poolside And In A Backyard), Fingering, Jerking Off

Conditions for Business | Yandere CEO Steve Rogers x Male Reader

Pairing: (Verse) Steve Rogers x (Verse) Male Reader

Summary: Steve Rogers is one of the most prominent tech geniuses in the United States after his idea in software broke the industry. But he couldn't have done it without the encouragement of his high school best friend and secret crush- you. Unfortunately, you and Steve had a falling out, and after that, you two were out of each other's lives for good.

At least it seemed that way until Steve needs a new assistant and posts a vague job listing on LinkedIn. Steve's surprised when your application comes across his desk, but he's not going to let you get away this time. Not without any answers, anyway.

Warnings: Another Dark Series I fear. Light for now, but I will tag accordingly.

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Author's Note: I don't know SHIT about software/tech LMAO. I didn't major in computer science and it was NOT one of my electives so if I say something that doesn't make sense, smile and scroll, y'all 😃. And sound off in the comments.

I will be posting more stuff too on both accounts so ☺️☺️☺️ stay tuned besties. Enjoy reading!

<Oh and Steve in high school/college looks like Pre-Serum Steve Rogers btw>

Read Part Two Here

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Part One: Collision Course

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There's some people out there who often lie to come off as "spicier" to their friends, as to not lose their interest. These lies can range from small white lies to far-fetched tall tales.

But there's a different group that exists out there, and their specialty is bragging about knowing someone famous, someone popular.

And they'll ham up the fact that they and the famous person attended the same school or lived in the area, just to make themselves more interesting. It comes off a bit sad, really, especially whenever everyone really knows that that person doesn't really know the celebrity and probably had only one or two conversations with them in passing.

That's why you almost never tell anybody that you know Steve Rogers, young millionaire tech mogul and bachelor, or how the two of you were good, close friends whose friendship ended on the wrong foot. Especially since the relationship ending was your fault.

"You fumbled the bag!" A friend had once laughed in your face when you had made the mistake of getting high one night and telling your past, and that experience made you clam up. Thinking back on your relationship with Steve Rogers is always a bittersweet experience that ends more on the bitter side anyway, despite it's sweet beginning.

2014, September (High School- Sophomore)

Y/N: 16 years old, Steve: 16 years old

You and Steve had met in your sophomore year of high school. It was in trigonometry class, when you were looking for someone to sit next to, and you had spotted an empty seat next to a blond teen. The teen was actually quite familiar, even if you didn't know his name, because his picture had been plastered on the school hallways due to winning awards from his participation in debate club and Model UN.

You walked over to him, and he didn't raise his head as you got near because he was completely engrossed in his journal, and when you looked closer, you see he had been sketching an image of the big tree outside the school window.

"Wow, man, that's actually pretty good," you compliment him, looking over his shoulder and the guy looks at you, startled blue eyes meeting your own.

"Hey!" He snaps, and you get where he's coming from because you just walked up on him, but you can't focus on his annoyed tone because he's kind of cute…

"My bad, man, I wasn't trying to scare you," you apologize amused, and the cutie huffs, and turns back to his drawing.

"No, but seriously, you have mad drawing skills," you insist, and the scowl on the guy's face lessens, and he looks away.

"It's just a hobby of mine," he says sheepishly and you give him a dubious look. You're not going to downplay his work, though.

"Well, you're pretty damn good at your hobby, my guy," you say and the guy gives you a small smile.

"Thanks."

"No problem," you slide into your seat, and as the classroom starts to fill up with your classmates, you turn and look at the other guy again, "what's your name by the way? I might as well know if we're going to be sitting next to each other all year." You're not smooth at all but it's not as if Steve catches on.

"Steve," he says and cranes his head towards you, "and yours?"

"Y/N." Steve smiles at you and sticks out his hand.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N," he says and you shake his hand.

You catch him looking at you throughout the class period but you think nothing of it until at the end of class, you get up to pack your bags but Steve's stopping you.

"Wait!" Steve loudly rips a sheet of looseleaf out of his spiral notebook before handing it to you, and when you look down to see what it is, you see a sketch of yourself, captured with great detail, and whoa, you're kind of honored.

"Wow, man, you know you didn't have to do this right? I don't want you to think that I only complimented you because I wanted you to draw me or something," you prattle on awkwardly but Steve's taking it stride, laughing at you.

"It's okay, I just wanted to, you know?" Steve smiles at you, and begins to pack his own book bag.

"Okay, well then, I'll treasure it!" You announce happily, and then you carefully fold the image four times before taking out the leather wallet you've received from your grandfather and placing the sketch inside the plastic front pocket so that it could be seen.

(What your wallet looks like: )

And from then on, you two became really good friends. Steve was kind, funny, passionate about societal issues, and had a personality that attracted everybody to him. Sure, he was clowned on for being so short, but nobody truly gave him shit since he was well-liked. In class discussions, everyone always wanted to listen to what he had to say, and he always had takes that were spot on. Being around him was like being around a bright light, and you know he was going places. So you cherished your time with him, chilling and hanging out with him during lunch. You two catch on like wildfire, two young teen boys who wanted to do nothing but spend every moment of time together. (He feels like a younger brother of yours, even if he's technically older by a couple of months, because he's just such a good person, and you want to look out for him.)

Sophomore year flies by, and then junior year, and senior year arrives quickly and quietly.

2016, January

Y/N: 18 years old, Steve: 18 years old

With senior year, the time you have left with Steve is suddenly cut down sharply, since the two of you are busy with college applications (the two of you had applied to all the same universities) and preparing for finals and regent exams and all of that.

You two had always used to visit each other's houses, and this time Steve's the one coming over to yours.

"You know," Steve starts while the two of you are laying on top of your bed, after playing Mario Kart.

"Yeah?" You pick up your head and look at Steve, who has a pillow tucked under his head, and he's looking away.

"I've had this idea… for some software," Steve continues hesitantly, almost shy, which is very unlike him.

"Oh? What software?" You ask, intrigued and Steve shakes his head.

"No, forget it, it's stupid-" He says, and he can't just get you all interested and then withhold this information from you!

"Oh c'mon, man! If your idea sounds stupid, then I'll tell you it sounds dumb as hell, Steve, you know me," you tell him, and Steve laughs, which is exactly you were hoping he would do. You're not used to him being so tense around you.

"Yeah," Steve sends a small smile at you before he looks up at your wall with a sigh, "I know you."

"Alright then, cough it up! Let's hear it Einstein, your million dollar claim to fame!" You tell him enthusiastically and Steve rolls his eyes.

"Well, I've been thinking about AI-" Steve starts, and you gasp.

"Oh my God, did you see those creepy ass Tom Cruise deepfake videos online? That shit give me the chills, yo. It's getting harder to tell what's real and what's fake," you blurt because you can't help yourself.

"I know! That's what I've been thinking about lately!" Steve excitedly responds, "There should be some sort of software that can scan and see if someone online is actually real." Wow.

"So like instead of weeding out bots, it'll weed out AI accounts online?" You ask, and Steve snaps his fingers.

"Exactly! It might not be very useful now, but I have a feeling it'll be handy later…" Steve trails off, and he's probably waiting for your input on his idea.

"Steve, that's a great idea! And if you don't make the app for that, someone else will, Steve!" You rolled over to look at Steve again and although your faces are super close this time, you don't look away, because you want him to see you're being completely genuine.

"Your idea really is unique, you have to start working on it instantly!" You urge, and Steve looks at you, clearly taken aback.

"Really? You mean that?" Steve asks softly, eyes searching yours and you nod.

"Of course I mean it, man!" You assure him, "And you better remember me when you become a millionaire!" You joke and Steve grins at you, a small little thing, and you're reminded of how endearing he is.

"Thanks, Y/N, you always support me when I need you most," he says and you watch his eyes flicker down to your mouth.

"Of course, Steve, you're my homeboy, you know that, right?" you say, eyes on his mouth, pink and inviting you don't know but the energy between the two of you charged and this isn't one of those little jokes. You feel the urge to get closer to him.

"Yeah," Steve says shakily, and swallows hard, his Adam apple and you're leaning in when-

"Y/N! Stevie! Come get y'all food!" Your Ma announces downstairs, and you're bouncing away from Steve a six feet in panic, feeling as if you've just snapped out of a trance.

You were just about to kiss Steve, your best friend! Where the fuck did that come from? Thank God you didn't, or you would've made shit weird.

"C'mon, let's go eat!" You tell Steve, clambering off your bed, and then you're shooting him a smirk, "Race you there!"

And then your bounding out of your room, socks sliding against the wooden floor and Steve's crying out behind you, "Hey, that's not fair! You got a head start!"

"Sounds like a slowpoke!" You tease, and Steve's right on your heels, and for an asthmatic, Steve's pretty damn fast and the two of you race downstairs, pushing and shoving at each other, trying to reach first.

"I know you two know better than to be running down those damn stairs!" Your Ma calls out, and you and Steve look at each other and burst into laughter.

"Sorry, ma'am!" Steve, always the picture poster boy of manners, apologizes, and your mother gives him a look before shaking her head, but you know her face well enough to know that she's hiding a smile.

The incident is long forgotten from your mind until a few days later, you find yourself studying Steve more, his face, his eyes, and more importantly his lips, and you don't know why.

Steve seems just so damn cute to you, lately, and you don't know why.

You resolve to try and take your time and figure out whatever it is that you're feeling before you speak up and ruin things.

What you don't know is that you're not the only one feeling this way, and that every time you're not looking, Steve's been stealing glances at you.

2016, April

Y/N: Still 18 years old, Steve: 18 years old

Months after the incident of the almost kiss, the two of you open your acceptance letters at the same time, and as Steve's face brightens in happiness, yours drops with disappointment.

"I got in!" Steve announces excitedly and you muster up a smile, "I'm so happy to hear that, Steve," but your heart's not in it, and Steve must be able to tell because his eyes are snapping up to yours.

"Y/N? You didn't get in?" Steve's asking quietly and you're shaking your head.

"Nah, man," you say softly, "but it's okay."

Steve looks at you without saying anything and then he's tearing up his acceptance letter.

"Steve!" You yell in shock.

"Fuck Cooper Union, their tech program was always overrated anyways," Steve swears vindictively and it makes you smile in how earnest he's being.

"C'mere, Steve," you tell him, and Steve cautiously eyes but steps forward and you're hugging him tightly.

"Y/N?!" Steve gasps, squirming around in your grasp, but you hold onto him. (It's honestly quite easy, as much as Steve is a spitfire, he is still small).

"I appreciate the gesture, Steve, but Cooper Union's your dream," you mutter in his ear, and Steve shakes his head.

"If they're not smart enough to realize what a great applicant they're missing out on by rejecting you, I don't want to go," Steve mumbles into your chest, and you smile down sadly at him.

"No, Steve," you rebuke, and Steve looks up at you, a stubborn scowl on his face.

"We don't need Cooper Union, Y/N. There's always Princeton University," Steve cheerfully adds and you raise your eyebrows at him because he's acting as if Princeton isn't even harder to get into.

"Steve, I would never forgive you if you reject Cooper Union," you tell him slowly, and Steve glares up at you.

"I'm not going," he tells you firmly,and you shake your head at him.

"Yes, you are," you insist gently, and you watch as Steve's big blue eyes well with tears and you have to look away to fight the urge to tear up, too.

"But we won't be together then," Steve says, and you nod.

"I know, but all we have to do is make sure we keep in touch. It's not going to be forever, Steve," you reassure him, and Steve's pulling out of the hug and wiping at his eyes.

"I guess you're right, Y/N," he sniffs, and you snort.

"I'm always right," you say, but you make no attempt to hide how trembly your voice is.

"You better come visit me, Y/N," Steve threatens tearily, "or else I'll come down here and throttle you myself," and you nod.

"Of course I'll visit you, man!"

"And you'll text me every night?"

"Maybe every other night?" You tease but Steve's having none of it.

"Y/N…" Steve glares at you.

"Okay, every night! I was just playing with you, damn!" You give in pathetically quick but you can't help it when you've been catching feelings for the guy.

"That's what I thought," Steve nods, craning his head up at you, and then that's that.

You and Steve go your separate ways, making sure to stay in contact with each other, and this lasts well up until the two of you hit your junior years in college.

2019, October

Y/N: 21 years old, Steve: 21 years old

Steve's regular roommate, Phil, moves out and into his own apartment and that's when James Buchanan Barnes, otherwise known as Bucky, walks into Steve's life and ruins your dynamic with him.

All of a sudden all Steve ever wants to talk about is Bucky "this," and Bucky "that"! It's infuriating.

Sure, you have absolutely no problem with Steve making new friends when he goes to Cooper Union, as a matter of fact, you expect it because it's Steve; he's a people magnet.

You never expected to be completely replaced, though. When you want to go on video call with him, Steve can't because "he's already agreed to do something with Bucky". When you want to catch up, Steve is suddenly interrupted by Bucky and he promises that "he'll get back to you later" and then he never does.

Soon, it starts to feel as if you don't matter as much to Steve as much anymore, and it hurts because Steve was your guy and you never thought that another guy would come in between the two of you.

So you try to lie to yourself and say that you're overreacting, that simple jealousy is clouding your judgement.

It takes one visit to Steve's dorm to set you straight, and it takes place during the week of Halloween.

The entire time you despondently watch as Steve makes moon-eyes at Bucky, who is incredibly short with you and you can't tell if it's because he doesn't like you or if it's because he's a little bitch (you suspect the latter, of course).

You and Bucky don't fuck with each other at all, and the entire time Steve is busy trying to play peacemaker and chastises you when Bucky's the one being a dick.

Steve keeps insisting that Bucky "is a nice guy once you get to know him," but that doesn't change the fact that he's giving Bucky, someone he's known for six months, the benefit of the doubt over you, his close friend of five years.

Your last straw is when in the middle of casual conversation, Steve tells you that he's been sharing his private drawings and his comics collections, the one thing he said he wouldn't ever share with someone else, with Bucky, and that's when reality hits you. You're not as special to Steve as Bucky is, and it feels like you've been super punched in the gut.

Well, that isn't actually the last straw because you take a while to process stuff so the implication of Steve showing Bucky his sketchbook had been lost on you until later.

Your actual last straw is what happens on Thursday night.

Steve has told you he was going to take you to a party, off campus but relatively nearby and you don't mind it at all.

Except he abandons you.

One second, you're drinking a concoction that tastes like lighter fuel and Steve's telling you 'he'll be right back!' and then twenty minutes later, your phone buzzes with a text from Steve apologizing and saying that he had to leave because Bucky got sick.

So you were stranded, at someone's house with no idea of how to get back to Steve's dorm, which is off-campus, and he's not picking up his phone. You had no cash, no card on hand so Uber wasn't even an option and taxis were sparse in the area.

You do what you have to. You chat up every guy within your vicinity at the party, asking them "Do you have a car?" and practically begging them to drop you off at Cooper Union's dorm away from campus, and luckily for you, a nice guy does just that, and you thank him, grateful that he wasn't a serial killer in disguise.

When you get back, you're furious.

"Steve!" You yell, pounding on the door, and Steve opens the door with a relieved look.

"Y/N! I was just coming back to get you-" you shove past him, and start packing up all your stuff. Your visit to him is over.

"Y/N? What are you doing?" Steve asks and you take a deep breath, teeth grinding against each other.

"Leaving!" You spit, and Steve steps in front of you.

"I know you're mad, but I really was going to come get you," he reasons, as if that makes the shit he pulled better.

"That's nice!" You smile at him, showing all of your teeth and Steve sighs.

"I'm sorry, but Bucky needed me," he says and it's like a flip switches in you.

"I bet he did! And in your rush to help him, you forgot all about me! Why couldn't you take me with you and Bucky again?" You ask, because he never explained that.

Steve's face turns red and he looks ashamed for a second.

"The Uber I had set only had space for two people," he meekly explains and you can't believe it.

"And you couldn't wait for another one?!" You yell and Steve looks to the direction of his room and shushes you.

"Not too loud! Bucky's trying to sleep," he hisses and you look at him, wide eyed because wow, he really is being an asshole.

"You think I give a fuck about Bucky trying to sleep right now, Steve?!" You raise your voice, and Steve shakes his head and weakly jokes with a small smile, "I guess not." You glare at him.

"You think this is funny or something?" You ask, and you walk out with your stuff to the door.

"No, but I do think you're overreacting a bit. Bucky was sick, Y/N, I had to take him home," he reasons and you're about to snarl something at him when you think of the way he said home, and then you remember all of the stuff he's said about Bucky, the way he's been acting with him and then the wind just goes out of your sails.

There's no way Steve is going to understand what he did when he's so blinded by his love for the guy that he would act in a shitty manner towards his own best friend.

"You're right, Steve. I'm overreacting, and I do apologize for that," you tell Steve sincerely, and you make a show of putting your bags back on the floor.

"Oh, good," Steve sighs in relief, eyes closing as he goes to rub at his temples.

"I really didn't want to argue with you, and tonight's already been stressful for me-" Steve rambles and you hold a hand up.

"It's okay, you don't have to explain to me," you say softly, and then you walk to the couch you've been sleeping on since the start of your visit.

"Are you sure, Y/N?" Steve asks gently, and you send him a small smile.

"I'm sure. Why don't you go to bed? I know you said you had a stressful night, Steve," you offer and Steve nods and smiles at you.

"I think I'll do that. Sorry again," he says and you say nothing as he slips back into his room.

You can't wait to return to your own campus because you hate feeling like the third wheel with your own best friend. At least, your ex best friend, because now you have to put distance between the two of you.

So you leave exactly 30 minutes after Steve has gone into his room and head right to the nearest Amtrak station, heading back to your own college campus over 100 miles away.

Soon, Steve's texts to you go unanswered by you, and his calls ignored for a week, until one day he texts you a message that makes your heart pang, and you can't bring yourself to ignore him. You pick your phone up and respond via text, because you're too much of a coward to call him and hear his voice. You can't ghost him though. He's too nice and deserves some sort of closure from his ex-bff.

Probably won't even be torn up about you since he's so far up Bucky's ass, anyway.

You don't want to be around to watch Steve fall in love with another guy.

Your phone lights up with texts from Steve...

Steve: Hey is everything good??? U left earlier than we agreed…

Steve: Look I'm sorry bro, I know I might've catered a bit more to Bucky while you were over…

Steve: Y/N?

Steve: Maybe you're busy, I'll hit you up another time then

Steve: ok it's been a week, why aren't you responding?

Steve: Look I said I'm sorry! I don't know what else you want from me.

Steve wants to FaceTime you. Accept? The screen says. You swipe right.

Declined.

Steve: Y/N

Steve: Y/N!!!! PICK UP ALREADY OR I'LL BLOCK YOU FR THIS TIME!

No.

Steve: What's going on, man? Why won't you respond to any of my messages? Am I suddenly not good enough to be your friend or something? Talk to me. I'm concerned about you.

Y/N: My bad, Steve. It's just that I've been doing some thinking lately…

Steve: You're being really weird. You've never pulled a stunt like that on me before…

Your phone buzzes and you see that Steve's trying to FaceTime you and you rub a hand over your face, stressed and you decline.

Steve: Why won't you accept my call?

Y/N: I just don't think I can say this to your face.

Steve: ???

Steve: Say what?

You take a deep breath. This is it, the moment you were dreading.

Y/N: I'm sorry, man. I never meant to hurt you. But I think you and I are two very different people right now, with two different paths…

Steve: Are you high, Y/N? What the fuck are you talking about?

Y/N: I don't think we should hang anymore, Steve. You're a cool guy, but we're different now.

Steve had certainly changed.

Steve: Is this some sort of joke, Y/N?

Steve: What? Why?

You can't just tell him that you were sick of hearing about Bucky and Steve, or how you don't want to stick around to see Bucky fit into the slot of Steve's life that you had once occupied. So you tell him some utterly unbelievable bullshit, out of self-preservation.

Y/N: It's natural to part ways with people, Steve. I hope you pursue your software program, it's a game-changer.

Steve is typing…

Steve is typing…

Steve: Fuck you. I never want to see you again.

Y/N: That's fair.

-Error- Message Not Sent.

Free Msg: Receiver STEVE unable to receive message - Message Blocking is active.

You deserved to be blocked.

Not even ten minutes later, your phone is buzzing with a message from an unknown number, probably Bucky, since you never saved him into your phone.

Unknown: You're a fucking asshole, you know that, Y/N?

Unknown: Steve's crying and he won't tell me why. I know it's because of you, dipshit.

You close your eyes as shame and guilt hit you full force. Fuck.

Y/N: It's for the best.

Unknown: What the fuck does that mean?

Y/N is typing…

Unknown: Save it. If you ever show your face around here, I'll fuck you up so bad that you'll shit blood for days. Stay the fuck away from Steve.

Y/N: I will. Take care of him.

Unknown: What? You don't get to say that like you care about him you mf.

Y/N: I do. Tell him I'm sorry.

Unknown is typing…

You block him, and that's the end of that. Five years of friendship flushed down the toilet.

Jesus.

You're going to get absolutely fucked up tonight and drown all your sorrows.

In a drunken rage, you go and dig for your wallet, snatching the sketch Steve made of you years ago, and you're going to rip it up, but something stops you and instead you silently place it back in your wallet and rub at your eyes.

"Ain't no use crying," you sigh and decide to go back to bed.

2020, May (Senior Year- College)

You're graduating, and your family and friends are cheering you on, but you can't help but feel a distinct gap in the cherished moment. And you know why, too. There's somebody missing.

Although his mother had been sweet enough to comment a "Congratulations," on your graduation picture on Facebook, it's not enough to quiet the ache in your chest that started acting up the moment you went out on that stage to get your diploma, looked out at that sea of smiling faces, heard the chorus of voices screaming your name, but couldn't see the one face you wanted to see, hear the one voice you wanted to hear: Steve's.

Steve's not there and it's all of your fault.

It did take a few months for you to be completely honest with yourself and admit that you had missed Steve, and even more months before you could admit to yourself that you were wrong for handling that situation so immaturely when a conversation would've probably resolved the issue.

So of course you had tried to reach out to Steve, apologize and explain, tell him you were being a dumb asshole, but you can't.

You're still blocked on everything. So you tried reaching out to Bucky, and the fucker's got you blocked on everything, too.

It was very clear that Steve very much wanted you to stay out of his life, so you gave him exactly that.

And now you're here, surrounded by all of your loved ones, thoughts consumed by Steve when you should be focusing on them.

"My baby's a college graduate!" Your Ma squeals, and your attention is brought back to the present, and you're smiling and posing for the photos she's taking.

You can think of Steve later.

2022, March

You're surprised when three years later after you ended your friendship, you're watching the news and none other than Steven Grant Rogers, is plastered over the news as a tech genius.

And not only that, but there's new pictures of him and FUCK, puberty hit Steve like a truck! Not that it mattered because you liked him even when he was five foot four, but growing an extra ten inches? Those biceps that told of the ability to probably bench press you? Whew…

You're genuinely happy to see that he did go forward with his software idea, and that he has a new, thriving business, but you're still forced to switch off the television. Why?

They've just shown footage of Steve with none other than Bucky latched onto his arm, laughing on the red carpet, and you can't help the bitter jealous feeling that still bubbles up, even after all of these years, because it seems that Bucky did keep true to his word of taking care of Steve.

And besides, now Steve feels miles away out of your reach, there's no hope of reconnecting when he's all the way up there, the epitome of success, and you're all the way down here, living off of two part time jobs and ramen noodles. And a bed couch that leaves your neck stiff every night.

So be it, that's just how life is…

Hope Steve's happy with his boyfriend.

Meanwhile

"Steve, Steve! Look this way!" A pap screams and Steve obliges, ignoring the urge to tell him to shut the fuck up.

"Are you okay, Stevie?" Bucky discreetly whispers in Steve's ear, a smile plastered on for the cameras flashing.

"Not here," Steve hisses, shifting to give the reporters a new angle to capture while Bucky clenches his jaw but continues to pose.

The two of them are attending an auction for charity despite Steve already donating a 100k to the foundation, but his PR agent insisted he attend, "to show that Cap Inc cares about the future generations."

Fuck the future generations, Steve has a conference call at 3am with Beijing tomorrow. He doesn't want to show up to this event when his check already cleared.

"And some of these photographers carry hidden mics," Steve hisses under his breath, "and I don't want to be someone's exposé."

"Alright," Bucky offers Steve a tight-lipped smile, and they continue to pose for the cameras, before one of the event coordinators are motioning for them to finally move on.

Bucky's arm tightens around Steve's waist before he's whisking him down the red carpet and away from the prying eyes of the public, entering the large hall, where it was much quieter, save for the quiet chatter of the city's elites conversing.

"So," Bucky hands over a champagne flute to Steve, which he gratefully accepts, "what was that just now? On the red carpet, you looked… I don't know," Bucky trails off, trying to call to mind a word to describe the emotion on Steve's face he saw earlier.

"I don't know why but I was just thinking about Y/N again, you know?" Steve discloses, taking a casual sip of his champagne, and Bucky huffs and rolls his eyes.

"That asshole? I thought you were over him," Bucky grumbles and Steve sighs into his glass.

"I know, it's just, I can't help but wonder why he threw away our friendship, threw away me," Steve says, and then he's throwing back the rest of the champagne down his throat, reaching for another glass but his efforts are thwarted.

"Okay, that's enough of that," Bucky's putting down his own glass and pushing the plate of champagne flutes further away from Steve.

"Hey! I was going to grab another one of those," Steve protests, and Bucky shakes his head.

"No, you're not, I can already see that you're going to settle into a mood," Bucky gives Steve a scrutinizing look and Steve sighs.

"I'm not, it's just Y/N would've loved to be at an event like this," Steve laments and Bucky pinches the bridge of his nose, urging the oncoming headache to go away.

"Well," Bucky takes a deep breath in and sighs it out, "Y/N's not here because years ago, he decided to be a dickhead and abandon his very good friend who later became a millionaire! His loss!" Bucky announces and Steve can't help but smile at him. Trust Bucky to talk some sense into him, but Steve just can't let it go.

"Yeah, I still wonder why he did that," Steve reveals, absentmindedly grabbing a shrimp puff pastry off an appetizer dish and popping it into his mouth, "wow, these are good."

"Dickheads don't need reasons to be dickheads," Bucky bites out and then grabs his own puff pastry, "The mushroom's better, you gotta try it."

"Well, pass me one, then," Steve reaches his hand out and Bucky diligently drops a pastry into it, "And Y/N's not a complete dickhead, you know. He told you to take care of me, didn't he? That has to count for something, right?" Steve chews on the mushroom pastry and yeah, turns out Bucky was right, the mushroom is better.

"He did care and something happened and he had to push me away," Steve explains and Bucky rubs his temples.

"I know you're still not thinking about this after three years, Steve," Bucky reprimands gently, but he's giving Steve a pitiful look, and Steve can't stand it. He snatches another glass off the tray Bucky's pushed away and downs it before Bucky can do anything.

"Lay off, will ya? I'm feeling nostalgic tonight," Steve grouches.

"No, you're probably feeling tipsy," Bucky corrects, and takes the empty wine flute out of Steve's hand.

"I'm not, but I do wish I was," Bucky watches Steve eye the remaining wine glasses, and places his arm on the table in front of them, blocking Steve from getting another.

"Well, you're not getting drunk here, think of the publicity," Bucky hisses, and his tone is serious so Steve doesn't reach for another glass.

"There's literally other CEOs snorting lines in the bathroom right now," Steve points out with a chuckle, but Bucky doesn't laugh with him.

"That's them and you're you, America's golden boy," Bucky straightens Steve's tie, "and America loves a clean millionaire okay?" Bucky pats Steve, and he sighs.

"Okay."

"Now let's go network, and see if we can add to our investor portfolio! Keep your eyes on the prize, buddy!"

"Which is charity, of course," Steve clarifies and Bucky rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, that too," he jokes, and Steve shakes his head and laughs.

"You're too much to handle, Buck."

Bucky leers over at Steve, "That's what Sam said, if you catch my drift," wiggling his eyebrows and Steve can't stand him!

"Please, spare me the details of your sex with life with my other best friend," Steve forces out as Bucky cackles, and you're no longer on his mind. Bucky's right, Steve shouldn't think about you anymore. It's time to move on.

2022, April

Tonight, your friend Monica is dragging you out for drinks so you can meet this nice girl she's been dating named Wanda, who she really likes but wants to see if you "have any bad feelings about her," because you've always been good at deciphering people's true natures.

You don't really mind, because you had recently lost your job as a tech analyst due to a business "cutting their losses" despite having quite the profitable year, so you could use the distraction. Besides, you miss hanging out with Monica, and you can use the cheering up so you had agreed. Wanda had sounded wonderful, and what would be the harm in meeting her?

At least that's what you thought until Steve is brought up in conversation.

You're pouring some Ciroc: Mango into your glass when Monica, obviously tipsy, suddenly announces to her date Wanda, "Did you know that Y/N knows THEE Steve Rogers?"

Not this again, you think to yourself and you discreetly roll your eyes as you take a sip from your glass. You've told her not to disclose this before, but you can't blame her if it's the alcohol talking. At least you know it's time to cut her off, though.

"Really? CEO of Cap Incorporated Steve Rogers?!" Wanda turns her head to you in interest, and you have to stifle a sigh.

"Yes, and I used to know him," you clarify, and Wanda raises an eyebrow.

"Oh, did something go down between the two of you or?" Wanda trails off and you shake your head, taking a small sip from your glass.

"No, we went to the same high school, but ended up going to different colleges," you indulge her curiosity and Monica side-eyes you because she knows there's more to that but you're not telling Wanda all your business when you barely know her.

"How was he in high school? Like, was he a nice guy or was he like an asshole?" Wanda asks, and then leans in closer to whisper, "Don't worry, I'm not from the press or anything, you can tell me."

"Well," you sigh, and for a second you allow yourself to reminisce, "Steve has always been like an objectively good guy. Kind, respectful, and actually gives a fuck about social issues," you reveal with a little smile, stirring your drink with your straw. Wanda looks at you while you talk and then sends a look at Monica, who discreetly nods, although you miss this exchange.

"Well, that's nice," Wanda announces, probably sensing that that's all you're going to say and smoothly changes the topic, and turns back to Monica, "now tell me more about your investigations."

"Sure!" Monica answers with a smile, reaching to take another sip from her glass, but you're snatching it away from her.

"Hey!" Monica opens her mouth and-

"That's my cue! Monica, you know all of your investigations are covered in red tape! I think it's time to call it a night," you announce and then you're side-eyeing Wanda, because she had said earlier she wasn't press, but she's awfully nosy.

You make a mental note to tell Monica to keep an eye on this one, because there's something off about Wanda, as nice as she is. Out of the corner of your eye, Wanda frowns at you but doesn't say anything.

"Really? But we just got here," Monica huffs, crossing her arms, and you shake your head. Not her pulling out bratty behavior right now…

"You see? This is what you're going to have to deal with," you quip at Wanda, who laughs into her drink.

"I think I can handle that," she smiles at Monica, and you can see the heart-eyes she's making and her smile gets even softer, and now that you're getting a good look at her, maybe Wanda isn't as sober you think she is either.

"Girl, we've been here for three hours and drinking for half as long, Monica!" You admonish Monica gently and she rolls her eyes.

"So? We're having fun, aren't we, Wanda?" She turns puppy-dog eyes at Wanda, who looks at her, transfixed.

"Yeah, we're having fun," Wanda agrees, looking into Monica's eyes and it's like she's hypnotized.

"Oh my God," you moan, "I am not trying to stay here all night!" Monica laughs and you look at her questioningly.

"Well, it's not like you have to get up early for a job tomorrow, boo!" You look at Monica shocked, not offended, because she's your girl, but sheesh!

"Damn sis, you ain't gotta do me like that!" You laugh, and Monica laughs too, but she looks a little embarrassed now.

"SORRY, that is definitely the alcohol talking, maybe you're right; it's time to call it a night!" Monica announces sheepishly, and you nod.

"See! I knew you'd see the light eventually," you get up to settle your end of the tab, and all of you are heading outside, exiting the fancy restaurant bar.

"Hey Wanda, can I stay over at yours tonight?" Monica's asking, but there's a mischievous smile on her lips.

"Oh!" Wanda looks startled, and there's a hint of pink creeping on her cheeks, but it could just be the alcohol, but the flustered look is cute on her, and you can't help but snort.

"Don't worry, I mean only to sleep, no funny business!" Monica clarifies and Wanda gets even pinker.

"I didn't expect anything else!" Wanda blurts out and Monica hums and smirks at her.

"Sure you didn't," Monica leans forward and presses her lips to Wanda in a kiss, and oh my God, you did not pay to see this happy couple BS when you're still single!

"Alright then, goodnight! Make sure you girlies have the Uber sorted out!" You declare behind them, making Monica and Wanda separate.

"Bye, Y/N! Text me when you get home!" Monica hugs you and kisses you on your cheeks and you do the same for her.

"I will!"

"It was lovely meeting you, Y/N!" Wanda calls out, and you wave at her, because you two aren't at the hugging stage yet.

"And you too, Wanda!" And with that, you head towards home, foregoing an Uber because you didn't really have Uber money after going out for drinks, and you didn't live too far away. Besides, the cool air would help you sober up, and the city really is beautiful at night.

You finally arrive at your apartment building, taking the elevator because fuck the stairs, smiling to yourself, reminiscing about the night's events right up until you remember Monica bringing up Steve, making the smile drop right off your face.

You open the door to your apartment and on wobbly feet pull off your loafers, because the restaurant Monica had wanted to try had a dress code where men weren't allowed to wear sneakers.

"She better love me after tonight," you mutter to your aching feet, before you're slipping out of your outfit and sitting on the couch. You can take a shower later, you just need a chair with actual back support first.

"Well, it's not like you have to get up early for a job tomorrow, boo!" Resounds in your head and you groan because Monica's right.

You're kind of tired of being unemployed, especially when you have student debt to pay off and a bachelor's in software engineering as well as an associate's in office management to show for it. Jobs should want you!

So, as tired as you are, you pull out your laptop and go to LinkedIn, scrolling through open jobs and positions, making sure to pay no mind to any unpaid internships.

Sure, an unpaid internship will still boost up your resume as career experience, but you need moolah right now. And besides, a lot of companies love to overwork interns with the promise of being brought onto the team at the end, typically leading for interns to become really competitive and even catty with each other just for some trust fund kid to slide in and grab the spot anyway.

Yeah, you aren't going for those at all. Doing an unpaid internship is a mistake you've made once, and you're not going to repeat it.

There were honestly very few vacancies for IT-related jobs in your area, which sucks, so you broaden your search to include office management jobs, aka your safety net.

Sure you weren't the biggest fan of working in some stuffy old office, but if it got the rent paid, you don't have many complaints. Besides, maybe you could work your way up depending on whether or not the company you joined had an IT department. You have seen places whose idea of an IT department mainly consisted of tech support being run by two people helping employees remember their user logins.

And that's when one LinkedIn posting caught your eye. It's for Cap. Incorporated, which coincidentally is Steve's company.

The listing reads:

*URGENTLY HIRING* CONFIDENTIAL TECHNICAL SECRETARY TO SENIOR MEMBER OF STAFF

Full Time

Applicant will report to the Senior Member (TBD) the Confidential Assistant performs challenging secretarial and clerical duties for the Senior Member as well as provide technical support for the Senior Member

Applicant will serve as the primary point of contact for internal and external constituencies on all matters pertaining to the Office of the Senior Member and its related programs and services

Applicant will also execute other unenumerated tasks as required.

This position entails a high degree of responsibility and use of discretion and independent judgement, while ensuring confidentiality in all work operations. Failing to meet this is punishable by 5 or more years in prison.

This position requires a flexible schedule including evening and weekend hours.

Qualifications:

Must be familiar with MS Office, G Suite (formerly known as Google Apps for Work), and Adobe Software

Must be advanced in or specialize in coding

Must have a bachelor degree in computer science or software engineering to apply*

Must have formal qualifications in office administration, secretarial work, or related training*

Must have at least three verifiable references*

Must have great communication skills

One year of experience in similar role preferred

Suggested but not required- fluency in Mandarin, Korean, and Hindu.

Salary: TBD by hiring board, negotiable

Employee Terms: 12 Months, Full Benefits, 1.0 FTE (negotiable), 12 sick days, 2 week vacation

"I can't believe this," you murmur aloud, amazed because it's almost as if this position has been curated just for you. Not only does it check all of the requirements for you, you meet all of it's requirements! And a negotiable salary? You'd be concerned if not for the fact that the position called for being an assistant to a senior member, or high ranking employee, which means the money is good! Especially, if there's a clause on confidentiality.

You quickly start to apply and you're about to submit when a little voice in your head asks: what do you do if this job means you have to see Steve, or work with him in any capacity? And you quickly dismiss it because you didn't want to jinx yourself like that. You're just applying to be someone's assistant, and just because it's at Steve's company doesn't mean you'll actually run into Steve there! Employees go years without seeing it interacting with their company CEOs, so why should this be any different?

"I'm so fucking paranoid," you chuckle, and you go ahead and submit your application. It's not like you'll hear a callback. There must be hundreds, no, thousands of applicants vying for this job who's better qualified than you.

"Yeah," you close your laptop, "let's not get ahead of ourselves." You head off to bed, forgetting all about it.

The Next Day

Steve has been having a bad morning. They messed up his order at Joe's Coffee, he was caught in traffic and was late to two scheduled meetings, his keycard refused to work and then when be got up to his office, his assistant was nervous.

"What?" He snaps at her, "There's obviously something you want to say,"

"I'm handing in my two weeks notice." She says shakily and Steve almost throws his coffee at the wall.

Steve closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, making sure that his facial features are calm and don't relay the torrent of emotions going on underneath.

"Okay," Steve opens his eyes and moderates his tone, "may I ask why you are resigning from your position?"

"Well…" Ms. Nguyen starts, eyeing him worriedly as she wrings her hands, fiddling around nervously and Steve just can't do it.

"I don't have the energy for this," he growls and walks past her to his office, set his coffee down, and sit in his chair.

"That's the problem, Mr. Rogers!" Ms. Nguyen calls out after him, finding her voice, "You never have the energy of patience for me, or rather any of your employees. It's always 'i want this done' without any thought or regard of our well-being. We're human, not machines.

"That's exactly what a high demand job entails, Ms. Nguyen," Steve deadpans, taking a sip from his shitty coffee.

"Well I want no part of it any longer. I don't sleep well, I don't eat well, and I feel utterly consumed," Ms. Nguyen rants, and maybe Steve should have used a lighter tone. Steve gives her a tight smile.

"I'm sorry to hear that and respect your choice. I will happily be one of your references. But what about our discussions with Japan? Aren't you overseeing the Shinigami account?" Ms. Nguyen sighs.

"That will be handled in two weeks time. And I've appointed Becca to handle the interviewing process for your new-"

"No I don't think so," Steve interrupts. He's always believed in getting to personally know those working with him.

"Sir, I don't think you understand, you have over ten thousand applicants-" Ms. Nguyen tries to reason but Steve's mind is made up.

"Well, narrow down that list to fifty by Thursday by whichever means necessary- I don't care if you put all of their names into a randomizer, and have their applications on my desk. I'll see to the interviewing process myself." Ms. Nguyen's lips purse and a deep frown wrinkles her forehead.

Huh. Maybe she had a point about the job ageing her- those wrinkles weren't there before.

"I-"

"Do you think you can get it done by Thursday or not?" Steve presses, opening his planner, and paying attention to things he has to do today.

"I can get it done by today, sir," Ms. Nguyen spits out, and Steve can hear the barely restrained anger in her voice and sighs to himself. He doesn't mean to be an asshole, he just wants someone capable and sometimes being nice doesn't get you results, unfortunately.

"Good," Steve

"If that's all?"

"You're dismissed, you can go back to your station now," Steve waves his hand.

A stack of 50 applications is on his desk by that afternoon. Steve will certainly miss Ms. Nguyen's efficiency.

Curiosity piqued, Steve thumbs through the applications with the intentions to see if any catch his eye for any particular reason.

And there are some, with incredibly impressive resumés attached that Steve can't help but read through, making sure to keep those candidates in mind when he's almost near the bottom of the stack when a familiar name pops up. A name that makes Steve drop the stack back into his desk.

Y/N, first and last.

Could it be?

There's no guarantee that it's you, Steve tries to reason, people share names all of the time, even those with rarer names!

Steve eagerly checks the address listed on the resumé and breathes a sigh of relief. It's obviously not you, the last time Steve spoke to you, you were living in a completely different section of the city.

But what if he moved? A traitorous voice in his head asks and Steve shakes his head and dismisses the thought.

You wouldn't try to work under Steve after kicking him out of your life suddenly, right?

Right?

There's only one way to know.

Steve checks the phone number listed on the application and closes his eyes in defeat. It's yours, the same number you used to drop a bombshell on him years ago.

After confirming you're one of the applicants, Steve is bombarded with a lot of different emotions at the same time.

He's still angry at you, but there's also a part of him that wants to see you and how you've been, a part of him that's always wanted closure and ask why you really left him in the dust all those years ago. He's conflicted as to whether or not he should throw away your application in the trash and finally close that chapter of his life with you, for good.

So Steve does what he always does when he's in a pickle nowadays- calls Bucky and Sam. They're always together so it's like a two for the price of one deal.

"Hello, Buck? You're NEVER going to believe who applied to be my assistant," Steve blurts out on the phone.

…

"Okay, so let me get this straight. Y/N doesn't actually know that he's applied to be an assistant to you or?" Bucky asks, and Steve can hear the barely contained glee in his voice.

"No, it's never clarified in the listing. Just says senior staff member," Steve answers.

"Well then here's your chance to fuck with him the way he fucked with you years ago-"

"What do you mean?"

"Give him the job!"

"Give him the job?!" Steve repeats and Bucky laughs.

"Yeah, and just be a dick to him," Bucky continues and Steve can practically hear the smirk in his voice.

"What?" Steve asks, surprised. He thought they would've told him some 'be the bigger person' shit.

"Bucky! That is horrible advice!" Sam scolds, and it seems like someone's finally decided to be the voice of reason.

"You should be nice to him and then fire him suddenly. Waste his time like he did yours," Sam offers instead, and Steve can hear Bucky go "ooh, that's a good idea, too, babe" in the background.

What should he do? And why is Steve's heart racing? Is it from anxiety or perhaps excitement?

"Thanks, you two just told me what I needed to hear," Steve tells them, and Bucky and Sam both reply with a "No problem!" and "Anytime!" before he hangs up.

Steve presses a button on the intercom.

"Ms. Nguyen, please arrange for candidate Y/N (first and last name) to be seen in a week's time."

"Yes, Mr. Rogers." Steve smiles and thinks and thinks. There's a lot of planning he has to do.

Three days later you get an email.

"Good afternoon, Y/N (first and last),

This is Jessica Nguyen with Cap Incorporated reaching out to you regarding your application. You have been selected to do an in-person interview. Please respond at your earliest convenience with attachments of your resumé, a cover letter, and five references.

Tips for the interview: Be on time. Be well dressed.

Have A Nice Day,

Jessica

-Secretarial Assistant"

What the fuck? When did you even-?

You can't afford to leave this alone and this is a great opportunity. Forget Steve Rogers. It's not like you're going to working with him, anyway. You send back a confirmation email, and try not to think about it anymore.

A feeling of unease crawls up your spine.

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pairings: professor!frank adler x sleazy!bus driver!ari levinson x naive!reader x pervy!lloyd hansen

warnings: dark content, non/dubcon, don’t read if that bothers u pls, general pervert stuff lol, masturbation, dirty thoughts, university stuff, depraved thinking, n i think thats it?

note: not a full fic!! just a lil concept of what me n sab always talks about hehe <3 s’like our lil baby n i wna share it to u all <3

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Alternative scene from ep9. Eddie clearly wanted to say something but stopped himself. So here you go.

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Undone

Pairing:- Demon/Mafia Bucky Barnes x Female Reader (use of the Pet name -Angel)

Word Count:- 4939

Warnings:- 18+ Dark Fic - for criminal themes mentioned and implied. Mafia AU. Mafia Bucky and Demon Bucky - they both carry a warning equally. Demon Powers. Supernatural world hinted at. Oral sex - both male and female giving and receiving. Vaginal sex. Public sex. Forced voyeurism as punishment. Edging. Orgasm denial. Bondage. Shadows manifesting. Drinking. Drugs. Mention of insecurities. Criminal activities. Mentions of violence. Hinted at  marriage problems (but there is no cheating - only assumptions) revenge. Desire. Biting. Pain mixed with pleasure. Swearing. Possessive Bucky. Dirty talking. I think this covers everything found within but still proceed with caution in case one or two things have slipped through. 

A/N:- This idea was born from this ask here and grew into a 4939 one-shot. Though in truth I’m not ready to give up Demon/Mafia Bucky and it will probably have many more one-shots included thanks to @thefallenbibliophilequote ask. I have had so much fun writing this story, and can’t wait to return to both Demon/Mafia Bucky and his Angel. 

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Summary:- A man seeking revenge on Bucky lays his hands on you. Bucky is ruthless in his punishment, and possessive in the way he shows that you are his, and nobody can take you from him. 

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Across The Room

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Synopsis: Eddie finally gets to talk to the girl that he can't stop looking at.

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: fluff!

A/N: I might already have a second part planned for this... Let's take this great amount of activity as my belated one-year anniversary present for this account!

Part 2 is out now Part 3 is also out!

There was something about the girl sitting on the other side of the cafeteria that seemed to pull Eddie's gaze to her, like an opposite pole of a magnet would do. Her shoulders were usually slightly slouched, her eyes too occupied by the notebook he never saw her without. He'd never actually heard her talk, but from the way her lips moved, he'd bet his life on it being the most gorgeous sound one could be blessed to hear.

One time he had passed her in the hall, her head buried in a textbook. Dustin had been talking about their D&D campaign, but one word went in one ear and out the other, the boy too occupied with the smell of daisies that lingered when she passed by. He'd never really liked flowery scents, but after that, whenever he saw daisies, he couldn't help but smile.

He'd never admit it, but her smile was his favorite thing in the world. Whenever he saw her smile, he'd keep wondering what she was smiling over, wishing that he could be the one who made her smile.

Of course, she never saw him. But he desperately wished she did.

You were surrounded by your friends, half-heartedly listening to them talk about a movie that had just come out that they were excited to go see. Your neck had started to hurt from straining it, holding up the sketchbook in your lap, prepared to hide it from anyone that passed by.

There he was, sitting in the same spot he always sat at, on the other side of the cafeteria, talking to his friends. When he threw a cashew at one of his friends with a playful grin on his face, you chuckled to yourself quietly, trying to commit the image to your memory.

Looking down at your sketchbook, you smiled at the unfinished drawing of him, still in the middle of sketching his curly hair, and when he stood up, the light coming from the windows behind him made him look... ethereal.

Of course, he never saw you. But you desperately wished he did.

History was one of your strongest subjects, and when Mrs. Click had asked for volunteers to tutor other students, you'd been the first to sign up, but it had been so long, that you had already forgotten all about it until your teacher had asked you to stay after class.

"I saw that you'd signed up to tutor some other students." Mrs. Click said, not looking up from the tests that she was marking. "Are you still free?"

The thought of tutoring students wasn't exactly appealing to you, already dealing with piles of homework and starting essays to apply for colleges, but when she looked up at you with a demanding look, you couldn't help but nod. "Yes, of course."

"Great." She said, looking back down at her desk, "Your first lesson is with a repeating student, at three. I've reserved the library for your lesson, and you can agree with him on later lessons. That'll be all."

"Great." You muttered under your breath as soon as you got out of her classroom, internally cursing yourself for ever signing up.

"Look, Dustin, I have to do it or Click's gonna fail me again."

"Can't you do it any other day?" Dustin groaned, looking up at Eddie as he tried to keep up with his long strides. "I mean, we've been planning this campaign for weeks and we're supposed to start it today."

"I know, and we're going to. I just need to do this stupid tutoring thing, and as soon as it's over we'll start. It's probably like two hours, max. Tell the rest of Hellfire that I'll be there as soon as I can."

"We can just start without you."

"Don't you dare, Henderson." Eddie said, turning to Dustin with a pointed finger and raised brows. "I'll be there."

Eddie could hear the boy groan behind him, yet he walked away with determination, leaving Dustin behind.

Your gaze kept shifting between your wristwatch and the giant clock on the wall as you kept scribbling on your sketchbook, your foot tapping almost in rhythm to the ticking on your wrist.

It was almost three, and there was no one in sight. You'd already spent an hour in the library, catching up on your own homework, and now you were waiting for the person you were supposed to be tutoring without even knowing their name. You kept telling yourself that if they weren't there five minutes past three, you'd go home, and make up an excuse if Mrs. Click cared enough to ask.

But as if on cue, you heard the library door open, turning your head to see who it was.

He was standing there, his ring-clad hands gripping a history textbook, his eyes slightly widening when he saw you, the smile that slowly twisted on his lips causing you to react in a similar way.

The spell was broken when you heard a sudden clacking, only then realizing that he had dropped his book to the ground, and the boy quickly picked it up. You chuckled, turning back to your table and closing your sketchbook with a smile on your face.

He made his way to you briskly, looking at you up and down before settling to look at your face. "Are you my tutor?" He asked, and his voice was just as you'd imagined it to be, but better.

"Yeah, my name-"

"I know." He said, clearing his throat when he realized he had interrupted you. "I'm Ed-"

"I know, Eddie." You chuckled, quickly looking down at your feet before smiling up at him, "Do you wanna get started?"

"Sure."

"You can sit next to me or on the other side of the table, but it might be easier if you sit next to me so I can-"

He didn't even have to say anything to interrupt you, the boy already having pulled back the chair next to yours as you nodded, sitting down with him.

You started to go through the basics with him, telling Eddie about what would likely be on the test, the boy's eyes almost trained on you, the thought of it making blood rush to your cheeks. He kept nodding when you spoke, and you weren't sure if he was actually listening or doing it as a courtesy, but you hoped it was the former.

"So, Joan of Arc was..."

"She led the French army to victory over the English during the Hundreds' Year war. She was executed in 1431 for heresy at 19, and in 1920 canonized as a saint." He said, repeating what you said almost word-for-word, and when he looked to you for confirmation, you couldn't help the smile taking over your lips. "Did I get it right?"

"Yeah. Good job."

When you looked into each other's eyes with similar smiles on both your lips, no words were exchanged, but you knew. You finally saw one another.

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Prom Queen (Eddie Munson x Reader)

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Requested by @katamcauley

Summary: Eddie and the Reader have been secretly together since Jason forced them into “Seven Minutes in Heaven” as a prank, but now, as Eddie watches Jason and his goons flirt with you, he finds himself not caring who knows you’re his.

Warnings: Bullying, Cursing, Spicy Kissing, Sexual Themes, Drug Use (Weed), Mentions of Blood, Sexual Harassment (Nothing Graphic), and Violence (Series Typical).

(I will get a “Read More” cut on this ASAP. I am slowly knocking out requests! Thanks for your patience. Requests are OPEN. Send an ask or comment below to be added to the tag list. I’ve been thinking of doing full on Seven Minutes/Truth or Dare/Spin the Bottle hcs, so let me know if that’s something you want)

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“Jason, stop!” You groaned, trying to keep your feet planted, but the muscley blonde and his laughing friends were easily able to move you.

“Nah, babe. If you like trailer trash so much why don’t you spend seven minutes in heaven with it?”

You knew you should’ve stayed out of it.

But you’d heard his stupid voice all the way from where you were sitting with the cheer squad, that afternoon. And god, it was Max Mayfield, of all people. Jason had been friends with her brother. They were on the same basketball team the year before, and it seemed he was keeping Billy’s traditions alive. Patrick yanked her backpack from her arm and rifled through it as Jason grabbed her headphones.

“What the hell is wrong with you!?” She spat as they dumped her bag, papers flying every which way.

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Chris Evans & CO

Chris Evans appreciation

Chris Evans x reader

Stucky x reader

Andy Barber x reader

Jake Jensen x reader

Steve Rogers x reader

Ransom Drysdale x reader

Robert Pronge x reader

Ari Levinson x reader

Jake Wyler x reader

Johnny Storm x reader

Frank Adler x reader

Curtis Everett x reader

“Harvard Hottie” Hayden x reader

James Mace x reader

Lloyd Hansen x reader

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Masterpiece😍😍

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Summary: steve Rogers and bucky barnes have been side by side for as long as they can remember. When a gorgeous woman from asgard comes to help and be a part of the avengers what will happen when both men fall for the goddess of purity, light, and love. Part 1

Warnings: smut! Possessive/obsessive behavior, dark!soft steve Rogers! Dark!soft bucky barnes. Death, murder, blood, all around violence.

*I am not responsible for what you consume of internet. I'm warning you now this is dark content please beware! 18+*

Stucky x fem reader

Key: Y/N= your name

Y/N/N= your nick name

Y/H/C= your hair color

Y/H/L= your hair length

Y/E/C= your eye color

Y/H= your height

The rain was heavy on the window where james Buchanan barnes watched from where he sat in his room. It was silent in the compound most of the agents and avengers tucked away in their rooms enjoying the peace of the fall rain. Then thunder struck a flash of color rang from the sky. This could only mean one thing: Thor.

"Sergeant barnes your company his requested in the main living area." F.R.I.D.A.Y spoke. Bucky questioned if he should go he was really enjoying the rain until steve came swinging his door open " buck come on! Theirs someone new here" bucky was confused by how happy and excited steve was for this new person.

When Steve and bucky finally made it to the living room everyone was there. Thor and Loki standing next to a beautiful woman. Her y/h/l hair seemed to have have golden rays woven in. Her big y/e/c eyes had golden flakes footing in them, she wore asgardian gold armor. "Everyone this is my little sister y/n, the goddess of purity, love, and light."

No one could take their eyes of off the goddess that stood before them. Buck and steve drooling over her, Loki rolled his eyes that them ogling his baby sister. "She will be joining the avengers" fury spoke from the wall he was leaning on. "Y/n here is the strongest thing in the universe we need her here." Fury spoke clear and slow in a loud yet stern tone.

"How strong is she?" Asked banner, "she could kill the universe, end time itself by a sneeze of her nose." Loki answered. The whispers stopped everyone's eyes went wide. "Hello!" Her light smooth voice shy and fragile yet deadly to the super soldiers.

Both men couldn't look away from the girl, both imaging her naked and moaning under them. Y/n had a soft golden glow that raided off of her. Steve could feel his pants tighten from his hard cock, the golden goddess made her way around the room saying hello and talking to all the avengers. Her smile was breath taking -she was polite and shy everyone asked her questions about her. "What do you mean purity?" Clint voiced, thor with his booming voice answered "she is untainted my friend. She holds the light and love of the universe" loki rolled his eyes "shes a virgin" loki summarized everyone's eyes went wide as the girl blushed and awkwardly chuckled.

Bucky was happy to hear this, that the girl was untouched that he would be the only one to taint her light. The only man who she would love, steve was thinking the same thing. how great and tight her virgin pussy would feel wrapped around his hard dick. Her moaning and mulls he would pull out of her, the strong children they would have. Her boobs full of milk he suckle out of her.

Y/n made her way to them to greet them next. "Hi, I'm y/n its lovely to meet you" she was blushing hard, her fingers fidgeting. When she locked eyes with the super soldiers her world spun yet stopped all at once. Steve's golden blonde hair and greenish blue eyes made her weak at the knees. Buckys steel blue eyes that looked like ice and his drak hair and features made her think of unholy things: like giving up her purity.

"Hi there doll, I'm james you can call me bucky" he spoke in a smooth voice 'doll' he called her doll she blushed at the nickname. Steve got furious he knew that nickname and that smooth voice. Steve had heard it a million times back in the 40s when bucky would play with women like toys.

'No shes mine' steve thought in his head. "Hi I'm steve Rogers" she locked eyes with steve once more, she was heavenly to look at and even more so now that she was up close. "Oh I know who you are! I used to watch your battles on earth when I was young" her being a fan of steve made bucky hot headed, 'no all her attention and love goes to me' he thought "you've watched me?" Steve asked y/n nodded.

"Heimdall and I used to watch you fight in allys. He always told me that you had a bright future." Steve was stunned "how old are you?" Bucky asked "oh yell time works differently In asgard so in earth years in 17,000 years old but on my planet only 17"

"You used to watch me?" Steve repeated again. But this time proud that the goddess that would soon be his used to watch him. "Yes I did see Heimdall can see anyone anv everyone in the universe, you and bucky where our favorites to watch. I'm really big fan of the both of you!" Her eyes glowed with happiness and the golden aura around her became more bright.

Both men had proud smiles on their faces, they couldn't wait to take y/n in their arms to claim and to keep forever.

Part two <3

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Steve, Billy and Eddie’s reactions to you calling them daddy in bed.

a/n: Steve and Billy join the party! Been thinking hard about this so I had to put it into words and share a quick blurb for each boy. I'll happily do more for other characters if anyone wants that!

Steve:

“Oh fuck baby, just like that” Steve moans loudly, his slick brown hair stuck to his sweaty forehead like a gorgeous halo. “God you feel so good” he groans, head thrown back and eyebrows knitted in pleasure. You were presently on Steve laps, riding him in slow, deliberate bounces. Steve’s hands are on your hips, guiding your movements and worshipping your curves before gliding his hands up your waist and then to your breasts. 

“Perfect tits” Steve moans as his lidded eyes run over your body, marvelling at the masterpiece that was you riding him. You begin to bounce faster on his lap and he throws his head back with a loud groan, snapping his own hips up to meet yours. You stop your movements as Steve picks up his pace and fucks you from below, hands back on your hips and digging in gently as he pounds you. You squeeze your eyes shut and moan loudly, wrapping your arms around his neck to hold yourself up. “You like that baby?” Steve coos, licking his lips as he looks into your blissed out eyes. 

“Yes I love it daddy” you moan out, hips stuttering as you try and grind against him. Steve would lose it at this, choking out a groan at how abrupt and hot it was. You try to hide your eyes with your hands shyly but Steve pulls them away and pins them tightly behind your back with one of his hands. 

“Say that again” he says desperately, chest heaving from his heavy breaths. His eyes burned into yours, glowing with desire and begging you to say it again. You swallow and look up at him with doe eyes, prompting him to take your chin in his hand and ghost his lips against yours as he repeats his words. 

“I-I said that I love it, daddy” you say quietly, biting your lip as you eye the gorgeous man in front of you. 

“Good girl” Steve coos, stroking your cheek and planting a soft kiss on your lips as he starts bucking his hips back up into you. He moans breathily as he feels you clench around him as you get close, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing gentle circles to push you over the edge. 

“Cum around daddy’s dick baby.”

Billy: 

Billy loves fucking you in missionary, getting to see the cockdrunk look on your face as he pounds you senseless and watches you shake under him. But more so he loves to get to see your legs splayed for him, and watch his cock slide in and out of your glistening little cunt. He loves to watch you try to take him as he completely destroys you. Billy had your legs up on his shoulders, folded against your chest as he fucked you relentlessly. His pace impossibly hard, spurred on by your loud mewls and the tears slipping past your eyes.

“Aw can you not take my cock baby?” Billy teases into your ear, licking the shell of it as he keeps up his fast pace. “Is it too big for your pretty pussy?” he asks in a strained voice, grunting as you clench around him. You moan loudly, blissed out and cock dumb, legs shaking as you feel yourself getting close again. 

“No daddy!” you manage to whine out, looking up at him with wide eyes. Billy lets out a loud growl as the words spill past your lips, stopping his movements with a hard thrust and keeping his cock buried in your cunt, his hand wrapping around your throat to make you look at him. 

“What was that, princess?” Billy asks darkly, voice laced with venom. “You shouldn’t have said that” he whispers into your face, grinding his hips into yours and pushing his cock deeper inside you. Your eyes flutter shut at the sensation, whimpering as his hand squeezes your neck just a little harder. Suddenly you’re being picked up and flipped around, gasping as he puts you on your hands and knees, roughly forcing your face down into the mattress as he slides back into you. 

“Now daddy’s going to have to ruin this little pussy” he spits, muscles flexing as your cunt clenches around him. 

His hands quickly find your ass, grabbing the flesh roughly as he slams back into you, watching your ass bounce against him. He slaps your ass hard, leaving a red handprint in its wake as he drives into you. You can only grip the bedsheets and babble nonsense as Billy fucks you through another orgasm, the cruel glint in his eyes letting you know this wouldn’t be your last. 

Eddie:

Eddie would get a lot more kinky the more he gets comfortable with his partner, especially if you’re kinky too. Once he’s used to fucking you, which he never quite feels like he is because boy does he get pussy drunk the second he sees your pussy let alone sinks into the tight warmth of it, you’ll get to see just how dominant he can be depending on his mood. This was one of those nights and Eddie had you in his handcuffs, chained between the bed frame so you can’t squirm away from him. He’d have eaten you out until your legs were shaking and you were begging him to  fuck you, shamelessly grinding his hard cock against the mattress at your noises and the sweet taste of you. Eddie then begins to tease your slit and slowly pushes a finger into your tight heat, so slowly that you moan in frustration and shake your hands to try and free yourself. 

“Not so fast princess” Eddie teases with a tut, wagging his finger at you. You let out a groan and arch your back, lifting your hips off the bed in need of more friction. Eddie pushes your hips down harshly and latches his lips back onto your clit as he works a second finger into you, making your toes curl as you mewl. 

“Please just fuck me daddy” you whine desperately, mouth opening before you could think. Eddie moans into your cunt, devilish eyes glinting at your from between your legs as he hears what you’d said. He leans up on his elbows and wipes his chin with the back of his hand, smirking dangerously at you, as thought he’d just found out something incredibly amusing.

“Daddy, huh?” Eddie hums, eyes not wavering from your pink cheeks and fucked out expression, “Now that I wasn’t expecting.” He sits up on his knees, slowly pulling his pants down his legs and letting his cock spring free, revelling in the mewls you let out once he’s exposed to you. He loves it when you get all flustered for him, pumping his cock in his fist while you whine and desperately buck your hips in the hopes of getting some friction. He oh so teasingly presses the tip of his cock to your pussy, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood as he watches you writhe and moan beneath him, still uselessly trying to free your hands from their constraints. 

“You want daddy to stretch you out with his cock?” He asks in mock sympathy, tucking your hair behind your hand ear as you nod frantically, tears practically forming in your eyes from how badly you need him. Eddie smirks at your submission, licking his lips and throwing his head back in pleasure as he begins to sink into you.

“You’re such a good girl for daddy baby, so tight.”

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