Saturn's Orbit

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ABOUT ME ✧*。

—dani. she/her. eighteen. bisexual. filo. and a libra

—I love reading, fiction and films. I love writing and watching movies A LOT ( I'm a writer I think )

my inbox is open for anyone who wants to talk and I'd really love it if you'd ask me questions or suggest what type of story you want me to write.(*˘︶˘*)

rules for request

MY MASTERLISTS ✧*。

❥ marvel

[ mcu! ]

❥ criminal minds

❥ broken record player

[ song fics ]

you do not have permission to copy, translate or steal any of my writing!

romantic lover

PAIRING—natasha romanoff x gf!fem!reader

SUMMARY—Natasha's many ways to say I love you, without actually having to say it to you

WARNINGS—pure fluff, established relationship, Natasha's a romantic, GAYYYY, Natasha's a lesbian, allusions to sex?

A/N—The writing probably sucks but I loved the concept so much I just had to write it, ALSO MY FIRST NAT FIC 😍

Natasha could say I love you in many different ways, in many different languages even but she says I love you the most when she doesn't actually say it.

She says I love you through her actions, through the little things and you don't care because for you—it's the little things that matter the most.

Natasha doesn't have a problem saying she loves you, the relationship has gone on long enough that she's comfortable in saying what she truly feels but you can't help but be touched because you can clearly feel her genuine love for you even without having to say it.

You couldn't help but love Natasha Romanoff more with her four special ways of secretly saying " I love you ".

KISSES

Natasha kissed you in a lot of ways, from small pecks or needy kisses that lead to a very hot make out session.

She had a way of kissing you that clearly meant I love you, she'd start with a one minute kiss with her soft lips to yours, then a brief kiss to your nose accompanied by an eskimo kiss, and lastly a gentle peck to your forehead while her gentle hand cupped the side of your face. She'd do this the most often, especially when leaving for yet another mission.

You love Natasha endlessly and even more because she never gets tired of showing immense affection for every part of you. She'd kiss your hands in the gentlest manner, from a peck to your palms to a peck on your knuckles as she keeps her eyes on your reddening cheeks.

She'd also never get tired of making you as red as her enemy's blood.

The most favored kiss by you, is the long lasting type, the one's she'd give that are so needy and full of passion. The kiss that makes you out of breath as you pull away because it feels overwhelming, that's the kiss that makes you feel all the feelings Natasha buries, the kiss that shows her vulnerability. She'd never be afraid to show you her vulnerability, her utmost sincere love for you because she'd never want to make you think that she doesn't love you enough.

ACTS OF SERVICE

She'd never get sick of doing things for you, for the sole reason that everything she does is for you because all Natasha would want is for you to be happy.

Natasha tries to make it subtle and not noticeable but having a spy as a girlfriend makes you learn a thing or two. You'd never point it out, slightly afraid she'd stop doing these little things for you if you said anything about it. Not just because your girlfriend's a trained spy but it's because you notice everything about Natasha, you watch her like she hung the moon and all of the stars. In your  point of view, Natasha's the world and that just means you watch her and everything she does because for you—everything she does is simply extraordinary. 

When she eats, she always gives you the first piece because you deserve to have everything, even the first chip from the bag. She also does the opposite and save you the last piece of everything, like the last slice of pizza or the last slice of cake.  

She also doesn't hesitate to let you take her heart piece by piece. As the time goes, you've taken almost every part of Natasha. You've also taken full ownership of her heart as you chipped piece by piece through the years as well as taking down the walls that she built.

Natasha will always be yours as you are hers, you'd always own her while heart because she knows you'll never break it, not intentionally anyways.

MORNING COFFEE

Simple things like coffee made you have another special thing with your girlfriend.

Every morning would never be boring as you wake up to the most breathtaking view. The view of Natasha's face laid against a soft pillow as her wavy red hair contrasts against the sun looking like it's in flames. Your morning view couldn't get any better as you admire Natasha's sleeping form, her naked back peppered with kisses that lead her to wake up with a small nose crunch and a wide smile. 

Every morning the two of you would have the routine of making coffee together and drinking the hot beverage while conversing about anything possible. You enjoyed sitting down as the sun shined peeking against the blinds and as you drank your coffee while talking to your lover.

You'd never get sick of Natasha's coffee, she made coffee as you simply get the matching dark red mugs and wait for the coffee in her embrace. She likes making coffee, only if its for herself or for you because it didn't feel like a chore or a duty but a habit she liked. 

You can see the spark in her eyes as you both take the first sips of coffee with eyes locked. 

HUGS 

Every touch Natasha gives, gives you life. She's not much for hugs but she'd never ever pass the opportunity to give you one or to pass a hug given by you.

The first few hugs you've shared were brief and short but you knew she loved them anyways as you feel here tightening her embrace every time you give her a hug.

Your hugs were a source of energy for Natasha, a day without your hug felt like hell. The hugs you gave were a necessity for her, a hug that she needs to feel, a hug that feels like home.

All the hugs she shares with you are the longest, and if she could she'd make the hugs last a lifetime, because that's what she'd want a lifetime of hugs—with you.

owner of a lonely heart ☕

steve rogers fic [ mini-series ]

ongoing!

PAIRINGS—steve rogers x barista!fem!reader

WARNINGS—angst and fluff, depressed Steve?, hurt/comfort, anxiety, meet-cute, kind of a coffee shop au, post serum Steve, pre-avengers, fresh from the ice Steve, friends to lovers

SUMMARY—A month after waking up from the ice Steve tries to navigate through life and he finds love in the form of the cute barista that finds his forgotten sketchbook while cleaning tables

Steve finds solace in the arms of a girl who makes good coffee because when he’s with her, he’s just Steve — not a man out of time or captain america , just Steve Rogers from Brooklyn who likes art

a/n—inspired by that deleted scene of Steve drinking coffee and drawing

[ 2 / 8 ]

radio free america!

an angel at the bus stop

the best days are sunny

chapters below are still in progress!

where’s Steve? on the dance floor!

the star spangled man

no artwork would compare (to her)

one good movie kiss

my doll, my darling, my girl!

an angel at the bus stop [ 2/8 ]

pairing—steve rogers x barista!reader

summary—the origin of the yellow umbrella and the lost notebook that get's returned

warnings—this is all just pure fluff, dorky Steve and the he has lots of anxiety, Steve's a dumbass, this guy was and is definitely accident prone

a/n | I think I have a kink for meet-cute scenarios (╥﹏╥)

I don't like using y/n so I used the name Sunny for introductions

this is so cheesy (ノಠ益ಠ)ノi h8 myself

dude Tumblr did something weird and the words went to different places so i hope nothing's wrong since I fixed it now ⊙﹏⊙

❥ owner of a lonely heart

Steve's in bed wide eyed without a single ounce of sleepiness in his mind, maybe he just didn't want to sleep as he kept changing his positions on the bed that felt too soft. It felt like he’d sink any second, like laying on a bed made of marshmallows.

He secretly didn't want to sleep because if he did, he'd dream of all the things he missed.

He'd dream about the life he could have had before the serum, the war, and the sleeping for decades.

Most nights he'd have nightmares, specifically about Bucky, his best pal falling off the train a million times and every single time he's reminded how he couldn't save him.

Bucky would never want him to blame himself of course, but his thoughts can't help but drift to how he was finally a hero but he couldn't even save his best friend.

He'd also have the usual dream about the bar, surrounded by the Howling Commandos as he and Peggy finally have their dance.

He'd cling to the memories he had like it was yesterday because it was—for him all of it just happened recently, but decades had passed and he can never go back.

He had enough and decided to just sleep on the sofa as he watched the rain drizzle against his window on this lonely Sunday night. 

His thoughts drifting back to you, he was consumed by the memories of that afternoon that you gave him free dessert and how he feels like he knew you.

Then it clicked like a light bulb above his head dinged, he did know you! he met you, a week before meeting you at that small coffee shop. 

Just like the night he met you, it was raining. heavily 

flashback in Steve’s POV 

He met you after leaving the bus stop and that was the story of how a bright yellow umbrella currently rested at the side of his front door.

The rain poured violently as Steve walked away from the bus stop after being dropped off, he waited a couple minutes hoping the weather would get better but alas it unfortunately didn't.

As he realized he'd just have to walk home completely soaked, he groaned as he decided to use his brown leather jacket as a makeshift umbrella. How badly he wished he brought one as the rain continuously poured down on him. He was used to it though, he was a soldier and the war didn't pick a weather.

He didn't walk too fast, not taking the chances with the slippery road. He didn't worry much about getting sick because the serum had strengthened his immune system.

His day was honestly going badly. He still hasn't grasped the concept of electronics yet and he had just received the files about Peggy , the Howling Commandos.Oh! and his microwave broke–just great. He had to go out to eat which led him walking home soaked from head to toe. 

… and then he met you, probably the only good thing about his day

As he walked the side of the empty sidewalk lit by the lamp posts that stood a few feet away from each other, there you were, your figure blurred due to the rain drops that went in his eyes. 

He blinked the rain drops away to see you better, you were wearing a simple white dress that glowed against the dark street and as he observed you more he noticed the sunflowers around your dress. Your white dress and bright smile could've fooled Steve that you were an angel. 

What made you stand out though?

the obvious big bright yellow umbrella that is.

Weirdly the scene that played Infront of Steve seemed magical, majestic even. You probably didn't notice him as you walked right past him. The five seconds of briefly seeing you, he already wanted to see you again.

He saw your bright smile as your hair was slightly damp. You were smiling as you walked barefoot, probably towards the bus station he just came from. You were holding your heels in one hand as the other tightly clutched the umbrella.

Steve stood still for a couple seconds mesmerized by you. You were like the sun in the middle of all the rain, literally. You looked like the sun in Steve's eyes that night. He was snapped out of his thoughts as he hit the lamp post a bit hard, he clutched his nose groaning in pain, from the hard pole and his stupidity.

He suddenly felt the rain stop and as he glanced up, a yellow umbrella came to sight. He looked to his side, and there you were the girl that caught his eyes looking at him worried. He snapped out of his thoughts when he saw you were waving your hand in front of him.

Great, you just saw the mighty Captain America be the biggest idiot in the rain. 

“ DUDE YOU OKAY? didn't catch a concussion did you!!???! DO I CALL 911!? “ you exclaimed in panic as he remained silent, watching your movement as you quickly tried to grab something from your pocket

“ hey! im okay—im fine, thanks “ he said forcing a smile with a slightly reddish nose and a flushed face hoping to keep you calm

“ HEY! you can have my umbrella, I’m waiting at the bus stop and you seem like you need it “ you declared probably pitying him as you pat his shoulder

He was mentally facepalming himself for looking like a complete idiot in front of the beautiful dame in front of him.

“ you don't have to,truly im fine, miss “

“ it's fine you can have it and i hope your nose is fine “

before he could refuse you already ran away towards the direction of the soon arriving bus, using your hand to shield yourself. You momentarily seek protection from the rain at the bus stop he previously was at.

“ THANK YOU! “ Steve yelled from a distance and saw you turn around to smile at him with a small wave of a hand before you boarded the empty bus and left. He was gonna run after you and maybe strike a conversation, seeing as you stayed at the bus stop temporarily but quickly backing out because of fear that you'd think he was a creep.

He smiles at the memory of you and the umbrella you gave him. Maybe he had to thank his stupidity sometimes. If it weren't for the physical evidence of your umbrella in his apartment, he'd think you weren't real. You felt like a fragment of imagination , maybe caused by hitting his head on the lamp post that night. 

end of flashback

He didn't know what to think of the fact he met you again. He never thought out of all the people who worked in the shop he went for coffee, it would be you who’d make his coffee. He thought maybe it was fate, a brief chance of luck. 

All he could do was smile as he thought of how he'd act the third time he’ll meet you, maybe with less foolishness.

‘ they did say third times the charm ‘

‘ did she remember me? ‘

‘ Is that why she gave me cake? ‘

' the cake was good '

‘ DOES SHE THINK I'M AN IDIOT? ‘

' What coffee do I order next? ' 

Different thoughts and questions came to mind as he drifted to sleep with a smile, for the first time since he woke up—the sleep felt calm. It didn't have the feeling of fear that he wouldn't wake up again and it wasn't another nightmare about the past.

He dreamt of something funny this time, the monkey he once drew but instead of his uniform and shield, the monkey held a yellow umbrella and a banana as it unicycled over a sunny field.

Here you are now, working another day at the coffee shop on a boring Monday night. You were currently outside as you were painting the sign of the coffee express halfway. You muttered curse after curse angrily as you mentally pictured your boss for giving you this annoying task, you were an art major but you weren't a freaking carpenter.

He slept peacefully for the first time and maybe it was because of you.

There's also the current painting you needed to finish for another class you were taking which you hadn't done as you had a knack for procrastinating to the last second.

Though you were thankful since your boss allowed you to use the extra paint for your project, you were just annoyed at painting the large sign at two am. 

You attempted to reach for the higher parts of the sign board, that you momentarily forgot you were standing on a ten feet tall ladder. Your balance slipped as your shoes were no longer feeling the unstable ladder but quickly about to plummet on your death.

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You never hit the ground though, you kept your eyes close not realizing a pair of thick arms cradled your form.

Were you dead? Was death like this? you didn't feel the fall as you quickly died? that's it? you died falling while painting a stupid sign?

You slowly adjust your vision to the bright light of the lamp post thinking it's the lights of heaven, not quickly seeing a pair of blue eyes filled with worry looking at you, you couldn't hear what he was saying distracted by the fact the guy you had a little crush on is in front of you.

Why the fuck would he be the one to greet you in the gates of heaven? Were you in a coma and are currently imagining him?

“ you're hot “ you voiced out without thinking instead of asking if you were still alive.

“ what? “ Steve asked confusedly still gravely worried 

“ Am I dead? “ you finally asked, just as you saw yourself through the reflection of the shop, you were in the arms of the cute guy as he stood there, easily holding you like a sack of potatoes.

“ you okay? “ 

“ yeah , I think my life just flashed before my eyes … “ you said monotonously still a bit out of it as you felt yourself slowly get steadied on the ground with your hands in instinct using his shoulders as support

“ nice muscles … “ you weren't even high but close death might have just given you no shame as you compliment Steve for the second time without a single thought in mind

“ thank you? … Are you okay? seriously? Can I call someone? hey, look at me “ Steve ignoring the compliment and staring worryingly as he saw you staring at the floor, he used his one hand to make you glance up at him, hoping you didn't have a concussion as remembered you not hitting the ground.

The action made you melt, feeling his warm big hand on your cheek and staring at his piercing blue eyes obviously worried about you, you blushed as you made him drop his hand or else you would have straight up kissed him there and there.

You fanned yourself quickly as you planned out what you were about to say without embarrassing yourself as you tried to control your blushing. 

“ thank you … uhh what’s your name? i feel like I should know the guy who saved my life just now “ 

“ Steve uhh Rogers “ he stated hesitantly, afraid you'd recognize his name from a museum.

“ Steve—oh my god! “ you shrieked with excitement

Hearing you say his name for the first time also made Steve want to make you say it a hundred times more. 

' there it is, you knew him ' he voice in his head readying himself for the

' your the Captain America! ' 

“ —you just saved my life, oh my god! Thank you!! Do you want cake? because we have lots of cake! “ he breathe a laugh at your nervous demeanor , thankful that you didn't know who he actually was 

He chuckled at your offering of cake for saving your life, he found everything you did fascinating and just absolutely adorable 

“ Sure , maybe just like the free sample you gave me last time? “

“ The cookies n’ cream special? of course, anything you like actually “ you remarked as you opened the glass door for him to enter 

“ Perfect timing, if you weren't there I'd probably be dead or with a broken spine, wait–what are you doing out here?It's like 2 am? doubt you were jogging based on your attire “ you said teasing as you looked at his outfit which is a simple black leather jacket and black pants with evident white paint along with his polished black shoes

“ oh my god, sorry for the paint Steve… god I'm such a clutz “  you said placing the whole plate of chilled cake on the table as Steve lifted his foot seeing there are paint stains on him only as far as his knee

“ don't worry about that, I can replace these—can't replace a life uhh your name? “ he chuckled nervously as he didn't know your name 

“ Sunny “ you replied 

“ even your name is pretty, Sunny “ uttered Steve rather quickly as the thought came to him, the comment making you both blush

“ And I was here on a walk? “ Steve stated with uncertainty since he only went here to see you, maybe order coffee on a small chance that he'd be able to talk to you 

“ oh thought you were here for this “ you said as you reached for the sketchbook that became a bit dusty under the counter, you raised the book in hand waving it slightly

You both sat conversing at one of the tables as you ate both a piece of the cake. The conversation going from his sketches to your empty canvas he spotted. You guys talked for an hour about art, him saving your life to small things like favorite color, food and to why Steve seemed old fashioned in which you guessed was that he's mormon. Steve agreed even if he didn't exactly know what that meant, better than you finding out he was basically a 97 year old breathing fossil.

“ oh! yeah, definitely passed by here to get that thing back “ Steve laughed, ditching the lame excuse he previously exclaimed.

Then it started raining, drizzle hitting the window panels of the shop added by a surge of lighting startling both of you. Steve got a feeling of deja vu except both of you fortunately aren't soaked from head to toe.

“ ugh , I don't have a ride home or an umbrella, I miss my umbrella “ you said remembering that you gave away your umbrella to some stranger a week ago.

The umbrella does not really hold an important meaning but you did have it for three years.

You had forgotten the memory of the guy you gave your umbrella to though, it wasn't like you were the kindest person on earth—you just saw a guy crash his face into a lamppost and felt bad, felt like the least you could do was give your umbrella to the poor idiot.

Though your statement made Steve choke on his second slice of cake

“ So what happened to your umbrella? “ Steve asked nervously, realizing you didn't recognize it was him you gave your umbrella to.

“ gave it to some idiot who hit his face on the street pole “ you said casually with a chuckle as you took another bite of the cake slice you had staring at the window being rained at

“ I–i was the guy you gave the yellow umbrella to “ he proclaimed carefully as he saw you quickly turn your head towards him

“ I never mentioned it was yellow … you were that idiot!? “ you said with an amused laugh as you saw Steve laugh as well with slightly reddened cheeks

“ harsh but yes , i'm the idiot “ said Steve embarrassingly as he covered his face 

“ for what it counts you're a very cute idiot “ you said making Steves face blush more 

“ So just to be sure you're not a stalker right … ? “ you said casually as if that would save you if Steve is actually a stalker but you knew he was too nice to be one

“ no-no of course note, that would never be my intention, i would n-never invade your privacy “ Steve stammered as he stood up from his seat 

You bursted out laughing seeing his panicked state 

‘ he looks too cute, definitely not a stalker–well if he is ,i am not complaining ‘ you thought 

“ I'm only teasing, don't worry Steve " you said making him take a deep breath while sitting back down 

“ Wanna recreate the first time we met? “ you teased as you gazed outside that had rain still continuously pouring after an hour and a half

“ I'm just gonna wrap up the cake so you can take it home “

The two's conversation continued , well more of just you teasing Steve about the rain incident. You enjoyed making Steve blush, the cutest parts were when his ears would turn red.

“ you don't have to give me the whole cake Sunny, I already had two slices “ said Steve sheepishly seeing you clean up and pack up the cake in a box 

“ oh , don't worry about that , you my dashing hero deserve more than one box of cake, i'd give you this coffee shop if i could for saving my life “ you stated as a fact, you were still a bit in shock that you could have died moments ago but Steve definitely made you feel better, having him as company.

The rain stopped a couple minutes later though, fortunately you and Steve wouldnt have to be soaked from head to toe again.

" just wait here, I need to get my bag from the storage room " you announced smiling already walking inside the average sized room that was beside the cashier

As you were packing up your belongings, Steve's having an internal turmoil about how it would be appropriate to ask for your number but it also could potentially end up as him screwing everything up

He heard it was more normal now to ask for a lady’s number but he didn't even know if he's your friend.

" fuck this " he said as he stood outside the door hearing faint sounds of you packing your things, a surge of confidense hitting him as he felt determined to get your number.

Even if he didn't have a smartphone, he'd just use a normal telephone that he could ask from Fury. 

As you open the door going inwards , you come very close face to face with Steve. The close proximity makes you both freeze and slightly redden. He lets out a small squeak of Hi while shyly rubbing his neck as he asks “ I know this is pretty forward but could I get your number? “ , he anxiously waits for your answer while fear grows inside him as the silence continues.

He finally exhales the air he didn’t know he's been keeping in as you cheerfully replied 

“ sure! “ with a wide grin you take a paper to write your number in

Steve waits outside as you arrange some things in the shop before actually closing. 

Steve smiles brightly as you gave him the paper that had your phone number, carefully tucking it in his pocket for safe keeping. 

He couldn't contain his excitement, whispering shout a ‘yes’ as he fist bumps the air having successfully got your number.

" bucky would be proud, rogers " he said patting his own shoulder with a ridiculous smile

" You got the girl’s number and a cake " he said smugly as he looked at you as you unplugged some sockets and glanced at the cake in hand inside a box wrapped with a fancy gold ribbon. 

“ ready to go madam? “

“ yes , superman “

“ like the guy with laser eyes? … and big muscles “ teased Steve remembering your comment making you blush as you punch his bicep 

“ you’re annoying “ you grumble while walking away fast but a smile couldn't help but escape your lips 

“ hey! wait for me “ shouted Steve from a distance 

“ eat my dust old man “ you joked as you ran a bit while Steve groans not being able to run as he's carrying a cake

The two continued chasing each other playfully through the empty wet streets, splashing some puddles along the way. Steve being the gentleman he is, walked you to your house and refused to walk away even if his apartment was in another direction. He didn't want to leave you until he had seen you walk inside your house with his own eyes ensuring your safety. The night ended with you kissing Steves cheek for walking you home 

“ night, my hero ~~ “ you said as Steve started walking away but still looking at you

“ goodnight sunshine ~~ “ he voiced from a distance making you giggle as you walked inside your house ending the night 

Steve turned away smiling in pure bliss, walking the empty street as the sunrise started to show.

STEVE ROGERS MASTERLIST

open for requests!

• most of my works will be x fem!reader or x original female character unless specified

* —smut + sexual themes

❀—favorite

SERIES

[ more than 10 parts ]

MINI SERIES

[ less than 10 parts ]

owner of a lonely heart | fluff — ongoing!

ONSHOTS

the beard needs to go* | fluff

right where you left me | angst

DRABBLES & HEADCANONS

headcanons of movie nights with Steve

owner of a lonely heart ☕

steve rogers fic [ mini-series ]

ongoing!

PAIRINGS—steve rogers x barista!fem!reader

WARNINGS—angst and fluff, depressed Steve?, hurt/comfort, anxiety, meet-cute, kind of a coffee shop au, post serum Steve, pre-avengers, fresh from the ice Steve, friends to lovers

SUMMARY—A month after waking up from the ice Steve tries to navigate through life and he finds love in the form of the cute barista that finds his forgotten sketchbook while cleaning tables

Steve finds solace in the arms of a girl who makes good coffee because when he's with her, he's just Steve — not a man out of time or captain america , just Steve Rogers from Brooklyn who likes art

a/n—inspired by that deleted scene of Steve drinking coffee and drawing

[ 3 / 8 ]

radio free america!

an angel at the bus stop

the best days are sunny

where's Steve? on the dance floor!

the star spangled man

no artwork would compare (to her)

one good movie kiss

my doll, my darling, my girl!