Till The End Of Time
Till the End of Time
Pre-serum Steve Rogers x Reader
Rating: T
Warning: A few innuendos and horrible editing! Oh. Also…an unoriginal title.
Author’s Note: Well, my first story after this long hiatus is finally out. It’s not as good as I hoped it would be but it’s definitely helping me get out of this writer’s block.
Song Inspiration - Doris Day’s Till the End of Time
(I understand the year of the song doesn’t match the timeline of the story but I love it! Just imagine it does ;) )

(As always, this is not my gif)
When the gig was offered, no details over the troop you were performing for were revealed. As you looked past the curtain to the crowd of men beyond, it was a welcome surprise when you had immediately caught sight of the blond hair you had fallen in love with. His gaze focused on the floor, he shuffled his feet as he stood at the sidelines. His hands stuffed in his pockets, he didn’t make any notion to watch, let alone enjoy, the show. Even with the few nudges from the same doctor who hired you that now stood beside him, he simply shook his head, trying to push past and leave the area.
Like you’d let him leave that easily.
With your heels clicking against the wooden stage, a smile spread across your lips as the crowd hollered, obscenities thrown your way amidst the screams. With the deep blue curtain still closed behind you, you carefully held the microphone stand, taking a small breath before starting to sing. Your sweet voice filled the air as you started the familiar tune, the one you had always claimed was for Steve and the one you had officially deemed as your favorite song to preform for that same reason. With the first few words sung, you watched with a smile to see his head immediately snap up, his eyes showing the confusion of your sudden arrival. But above all, you couldn’t help but match the intensity of his grin as the reality of your presence finally kicked in.
Till the end of time
Long as stars are in the blue
Long as there’s a spring, a bird to sing
I’ll go on loving you
With the end of the song, the curtain had finally raised, revealing the real show for the men, the USO girls. With their big smiles and short outfits, they paraded around you as you continued song after song but your eyes stayed focused on Steve. With his own gaze not drifting from you, he kept edging towards the stage, mouthing the words to the songs he had heard countless times before. But as he approached, he was constantly shoved aside, the men starting to swarm the front of the crowd as they tried to get as close as possible to the women whose pictures littered their books and beds. You chuckled, stepping back to avoid grabbing hands as you continued, the band playing somewhere in the corner. Their tempo overwhelmed your senses, letting you wash away with the euphoria of the music and the man standing so close by. Finally reaching the end, you repeated the opening song once more, your big (e/c) eyes batting to the crowd as you sang the last few lines for the show.
So, take my heart in sweet surrender
And tenderly say that I’m
The one you love and live for
Till of the end of time.
With the cheers of the men around you, your quiet thanks were all you offered as you left the stage. While the interaction with them was abrupt, they were easily satisfied with the girls adorned in red, white, and blue as they sat on the edge of the stage. Their legs dangling over, they happily conversed with each man whose legs seemed to buckle at the attention of the women.
But to you, your attention was focused elsewhere, looking for those piercing blue eyes that you had once been staring at. Yet as you reached the spot you once saw them, your confusion only doubled, as your man wasn’t there. With a frown, you spun in a circle, the skirt of your dress twirling around you with each turn you made. About to look further for him, you froze as a crowd started to form around you. With a smile appearing once more on your face, you signed each piece of paper thrown your way, shook hands, and answered as many questions as you could. But as time went by and your hands started to cramp, your eyes constantly looking for an escape, one of the men stood out from the crowd. He stood too close for comfort, the smirk on his face trying, and failing, to be appealing as he towered over your petite form.
“Mighty fine show darling.” You inwardly cringed as his greasy hands touched your bare shoulder, his meaty fingers trailing down your skin to soon land on your waist. Not wanting him to see your reaction through, you kept your composure as you nodded, the same smile plastered on your face.
“Why thank you soldier. It’s the least I can do for you fine men.”
With your words, he only grew more confident as he leaned forward. His breath seemed to reek of booze as he whispered in your ear, causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand on edge.
“Want to do more for your men in uniform? Why don’t you give me another show? Privately, in my bunk.” With your eyes now wide at his blunt request, you tried to push back only to freeze when you saw Steve once more. With his confused and angry gaze, he quickly locked eyes with you before advancing, only stopping as your hand came out of the man’s embrace to halt him. Calm now with your man’s presence, you took a deep breath as you slowly pulled away. Tucking the strands of your curled hair behind your ear, you soon adorned a smirk that seemed to rival his.
“Sorry darling…” You used the same nickname he had tried with you, mocking him with a raised brow. “You may be in the army but that doesn’t make you a man. I only go for the true heroes.”
With that, you gently tapped his cheek before moving away. As you escaped the circle of men now laughing at your rejected ‘suitor,’ your heels were quickly discarded as you raced towards Steve, throwing your arms around him as soon as you were close enough. Just towering a few inches above you, he held you close, not caring who saw as he tenderly kissed the top of your head. Ignoring the complaints of the men who surrounded them, you lifted your head, sneaking a quick kiss before motioning towards the stage.
“I have a room in the back. Come with me?” You said, your red lips curled into a genuine smile. You watched as he nodded, kissing your forehead before finally pulling away.
“Lead the way love.”
With his hand in yours, you led him away from it all, weaving past the huddles of men as they watched with open mouths as the two of you escaped to a more private setting. Of all the men who they suspected would get that privilege, never had they thought ‘scrawny Steve Rogers’ would be the succeeding man. Not paying them any heed though, you whistled for the music to start, the USO girls’ individual show beginning to assure no future trouble from drunken men, hasty advances, and Steve’s jealous nature. As the door with your name plastered on the flimsy wood soon came into sight, you hastened your pace. The rocks beneath you stung against your bare feet but you didn’t care, too excited for the prospect of seeing your boyfriend after weeks of being away.
With this mindset, you didn’t waste any time as soon as the door closed behind you two. Your arms now wrapped around his waist, you pushed the two of you onto the couch. Moving to straddle his waist, you cradled his face as you finally kissed him. With his hands immediately on your hips, he didn’t hesitate to reciprocate. The passion that lingered between the two of you was evident as the kiss continued, only pulling apart as you both fought to catch your breath. Your head moved to rest upon his shoulder, his hands rubbing your back as the silence lingered. Neither of you minded though. Both happy to be back in each other’s embrace, you let the moment sink in until finally, you lifted your head to take a peak at his happy expression.
His smile stretched across his face as he looked down at you, his blue eyes traveling over every aspect of your complexion as if to reassure himself that you were real. He kept quiet for a little awhile until he smirked, your eyes staying locked on his lips as you resisted just kissing him and leaving the talking until later. But your next show was tomorrow and wanting to savor the little time you had with your boyfriend, you let him speak.
“How are you here?”
“A man named Dr. Erskine asked me to come down. He said that there was a trial going on. I was supposed to be the show to commend the chosen man and satisfy the rest. But the one show turned into more. This just happens to be my first stop on an army tour with the gals.” You didn’t know he would be here. If anything, you had just let your small hopes guide you to the show, hoping you would see Steve. As luck would have it, you did. As you waited for him to say something, the surprised chuckle that simply left his lips gave you enough of a clue to put two and two together.
“You’re the chosen one. For the trial.” He simply nodded, forcing a cause of emotions to bubble within you. You were excited that he was living his dream but terrified of the consequences that would come with it. This internal turmoil left you struggling to find anything else to say.
“W-what does that mean?” You had finally managed to get out that simple sentence, choking on your words. Not bearing to look at him, you focused on your hands as they moved to fidget on your lap. But he wouldn’t have any of it as he tugged on your chin, making you look at him once more.
“I’ll be fine (y/n). I’m coming home to you, remember that. Now…” He paused, tickling your sides, making you laugh despite the tense air that settled in the room. “Let’s forget about it for now. I can’t believe you’re here. Before I went to the show, I was writing you a letter.”
“Read it to me?”
Curled up in his lap, you smiled as he moved to retrieve it from his back pocket. The embarrassed tone Steve had made his voice shaky as he started reading the letter he had meant to send. But you didn’t care about any of it to be honest. Instead, you took comfort in the sound of his voice as he carried on. Your cheek pressed against his chest, you listened to the slightly irregular pattern of his heart. All that mattered was that he was here. He was with you. Despite the short amount of time you had, you savored it; not knowing when would be the next time you’d get this privilege.
Steve never did divulge the information regarding the experiment. You wouldn’t know about how deadly of a risk it was. You wouldn’t know that Steve was beyond nervous to undergo the process in just a few days time. Steve didn’t want to worry you about it. Instead, he would just leave you in a shock when he’d visit you in a few weeks time, stopping at your apartment door with his new body and a ring in his back pocket.
Both of your lives would be changing but for now, you took hold of the present. You focused on the love that was strong between you, not letting it go for anything the war had to offer.
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Being cute aka Chris Evans
Broke
Ransom Thrombey/Drysdale x Reader
Rating: T
Warnings: Language, some sexual themes (no smut though), spoilers (though I did change some of the plot), and probably not my best writing
(GIF is not mine)
Author’s note: I was working on a request and this happened instead. I’m thinking of a Part 2? Thoughts?

(In this fic, Ransom didn’t kill Harlan. But Harlan still passed away so Marta still inherited everything.)
It was only a matter of time until the money ran out. Since Harlan’s death and the unexpected will reading, not once did Ransom slow down on his frivolous spending.
One day, it had been a new car. The next, a spur of the moment trip to Paris just because he wanted to ‘woo his woman.’ The worst part...it was all non-refundable. While you didn’t complain about the week of exploring the city (well, you spent the majority of your time in the hotel room), the bill you received after the trip left you sick and regretful. Then came the jewelry. Then the latest trends. And who could forget the day you came home to a group of builders at your home? Your husband was waiting for you on the couch with the big surprise that he was remodeling the damn kitchen because you complained about the layout the day before.
Now, as you stared at the bills spread across the coffee table, you knew the time was finally here. Ransom was finally broke. The anger you felt finally bubbled to the surface as you glared at your husband. He continued to read over the same paper, glancing between that and his computer. His checking account, not that there was much to show there, was on display to confirm how badly he had screwed up.
“Are you happy now?” Ransom glared at you before turning back to the papers with a scoff. At least this time, he dropped the envelope in his hand to pick up another one. Though it didn’t matter. It all said the same thing.
“I don’t have time for your bullshit right now (y/n).” His phone in his hand now, he started typing the number of the country club, ready to give a half-assed excuse on why his card was declined for this month’s membership fee.
“No! Now is the perfect time!” You said as you slapped the phone away, watching in satisfaction as it flew from his hand and fell beside him onto the couch before he could click send. “How could you do this Ransom? Harlan died four months ago. Four! Despite his decision on the will, Marta still gave you money to support yourself while you found a job and what did you do? You’ve spent every last dime!”
Ransom sneered at your words, standing up as he ran a hand through his already tousled locks. But you weren’t finished there. You stood too, moving to stand in front of him. Your hands on your hips, you continued your rant.
“You have so many options. Talk to your mother and get a job at her office. Talk to Marta and try to get a job at the publishing company. Hell, Ransom. You have a fucking expensive education. Fucking use it and start searching for a job like the rest of the world does!”
You should have known his words were going to hurt. You knew your husband well enough to know what his change of posture meant. But your anger clouded your senses and with it, you missed the way he faltered for a moment. You ignored the signs that he was thinking, about to throw an insult your way that would leave you hurt for god knows how long. He’s done it before but too lost in the moment, you didn’t prepare for it at all.
“Why the hell are you obsessed with this? I didn’t know I married a gold digger. What? Thinking about getting a divorce now since we’re broke?” He sneered, still not finished as he took a step towards you. Your eyes wide from his words already, you didn’t realize you took a step back when he did. “Ma and the others were right about you. That you cared only about my name and what I could give you. I mean, come on! Before me, you were living off a teacher’s salary. They said marrying you would be the biggest mistake of my life and you know what? They were fucking right!”
You know he didn’t mean it. He never did with you. You knew he always did this...lash out instead of admitting he was wrong. But bringing up what his family said about you? That hurt. You could deal with anything they had to say about you if you had Ransom by your side but now? You couldn’t feel any more alone.
Your eyes filled with tears as you shake your head, trying to save any dignity that you had left.
“Obsessed with this? Ransom, all I’m doing is thinking of our future. You. Have. No. Money. Ransom. What happens when they come for your car, my car...the house? What are we going to do then?” You paused. “You’re right. My salary is nothing so that’s why I’m worried about what our future is going to be like. We’re so in debt because of you that I’m worried about what we’re going to do next! I’m worried about where we’re going to live! How will I get to work so we have any sort of income?!”
You sniffled though you hastily wiped the tears away, not wanting him to see you break from his words. “I know what you’re family thinks of me. I know they wished we never got married but you know what? I never asked for a damn thing. I never wanted your money. I just wanted you.” You weren’t done there though. With a steel gaze, you finally took a step forward, not stopping until you poked him harshly in the chest.
“If I’m such a mistake...maybe you’re right. We don’t belong together. I’ll contact a lawyer in the morning and you can start living a life without your ‘biggest mistake.’”
You didn’t wait for a response. Instead, you turned your back on him and grabbed your bag. Without another glance in his direction, you made it out the front door, slamming it closed behind you. As you lingered by the door, you could hear Ransom on the other side. A loud crash followed your exit, no doubt the coffee mug that once rested on the coffee table.
You knew your husband well. He wouldn’t follow you. Instead, he’d think you’d come crawling back. Sex would be his only version of an apology. Not this time though. With an audible sob, you quickly covered your mouth before rushing to your car.
Can you do a Peter Parker x reader one-shot where the reader is the female version of Johnny Storm/The Human Torch and she enrolls in Peter’s high school and the other guys at school don’t know she’s dating someone and ask her out and she rejects them all and then to prove Peter’s hers, she passionately kisses him in front of everyone and she decides to be cheeky and grabs Peter’s butt with heated hands and Peter’s a blushing mess because she has never touched him like that before? No smut
Thank you for the request! I really appreciate it!
At the moment, I’m only writing stories for:
Steve Rogers
Chris Evans
Johnny Storm
Frank Adler
I’m thinking of adding more characters later but for now, if you have a suggestion for those four, please feel free to leave me a message!
Angst/fluff Prompt List
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“I love you, please don’t go.”
“Stay here tonight.”
“Please don’t walk out of that door.”
“I thought things were going great.”
“Don’t you love me?”
“You make every day worth living.”
“I’ll keep you warm.”
“I’m never letting you go.”
“You meant too much to me.”
“I won’t let you.”
“How could you ask me that?”
“Don’t you trust me?”
“I won’t let anyone hurt you, you’re safe with me.”
“You look amazing tonight.”
“Shouldn’t you be with him/her?”
“I’ve got you.”
“I can’t sleep, can I stay here?”
“It’s late. Shouldn’t you be asleep?”
“How are you feeling today?”
“You look amazing tonight.”
“We’ll figure this out.”
“This isn’t goodbye.”
“What’s cookin’ good lookin’?”
“Wanna go grab a drink?”
“What the hell were you thinking?!”
“Here, let me help you.”
“Kiss me.”
“I care about you.”
“You could have warned me!”
“That was unexpected.”
“You haven’t lost me.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“Don’t cry.”
“Please don’t do this.”
“You make me feel safe.”
“You’ve shown me what love can feel like.”
“Thank you, for everything.”
“All I wanted was for you to be happy.”
“I can’t do this on my own.”
“I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you.”
“Don’t be afraid.”
“You’re always on my mind.”
“You have no idea how much I want you right now.”
“You’ve always felt like home.”
“I can’t imagine this world without you.”
“Dance with me.”
“Trust me.”
“Why are you crying?”
“Who hurt you?”
“Nothing is wrong with you.”
“You make me feel alive.”
“I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”
“Who cares about what they think?”
“Let’s go.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“Tell me what’s wrong.”
“You’ve always got me.”
“I’ve waited for this moment for a long time.”
“Is this okay?”
“You look like you could use a hug.”
“Did you need something?”
“Do you have a ride home?”
“I am home.”
“What happened back there?”
“That’s not gonna happen.”
“Why me?”
“I’m right where I belong.”
“Fine.”
“What do you want me to say?”
“After everything we’ve been through, you still don’t think that I love you?”
“You’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?”
“You need sleep.”
“Excuse me?”
“What are you doing?”
“What did you expect?”
“You’re not alone.”
“We’re meant for each other.”
“You’re worth it.”
“I don’t care what anyone else thinks.”
“I’ve always been honest with you.”
“It’s cold, you should take my jacket.”
“Just breathe, okay?”
“When I’m with you, I’m happy.”
“Going somewhere?”
“Don’t lie to me.”
“Don’t be scared, I’m right here.”
“You’re so adorable.”
“I’m better, now that you’re here.”
“I could never forget you.”
“Forget it.”
“That’s in the past.”
“You make me happy.”
“You’re more than that.”
“I won’t lose you too.”
“Come cuddle.”
“Can’t you stay a little longer?”
“It’s not that easy.”
“I’ve had enough.”
“I fell in love with you, not them.”
“You’re the only one I wanna wake up next to.”
A part two for broke with a fluffy ending?
Well, Part 2 is coming! The fluffy ending...not so much. At least not yet.