His Ego || Stephen Strange X Reader.

His Ego || Stephen Strange x Reader.

Summary: You are taking care of Strange shortly after his accident  

Warnings: None.

Words: 1327

Request by: Anonymous

Authors: Cass & Toro

You loved your job. Helping others was your longtime passion, you couldn't imagine yourself anywhere else but in a hospital, unfortunately, last few weeks were a horror to you.

Stephen Strange has ended up in the hospital due to his car accident. After that he went through five doctors and several nurses, and all of them told the one thing: 'I am not going back to him.'

Stephen Strange wasn't the easiest person to deal with. He was an arrogant long before that accident but then it was even worst - a mix of his arrogance and anger.

Soon there was no more doctors that wanted to even enter Strange's room and someone in his condition couldn't just stay alone.

You gathered all of your courage and decided to go there by yourself.

You entered room slowly. "Stephen?"

He raised his brow with a deep sigh leaving his mouth. "What now? Another dose of pills that will miraculously heal me? Nor maybe you've come here to see the best neurosurgeon in the world who is not even able to hold a stupid mug in his hands, huh?!" Strange was raising his voice with each word he was speaking out loudly.

You sighed deeply and shook your head gently. "I came here to see the patient, no matter who he is. I am not here to judge you and you good know this."

You already had to fight the urge to hit him. You had to listen to his screams and now they were directed straight at you, it was really over the line.

Strange turned his head to the window, not saying a word. He started to pretend he was alone in the room.

You let out another sigh and your hands dropped to your sides. "Please, Stephen. Cooperate with us. You know we all want what's the best for you," you said moving closer to his bed. "Come on, show me your hands," you requested as you sat on the edge of his bed.

Former doctor struggled, trying his best to roll on his right side. "Fuck off," he only hissed. "I don't need your help. I don't need anyone to feel sorry about me. I'll be fine by my own. If they wouldn't have done that to me, it wouldn't be that bad right now. They fucked my entire life."

"Stephen... I don't do this because I feel sorry for you. I do because this is my job and I am kinda the only one standing by your side since you effectively scared others away."

You watched him for a moment, thinking what more you could add.

"I want to remind you that if not other doctors, you would have lost your hands for real. You good know that you still have a chance, you just need to give yourself time to heal."

"Time to heal, huh?!" Stephen turned his head to face you. "Do you hear your own words?! They've destroyed all the nerves that left! They could have done it other way, inserting a simple fucking stents in my hands! That would truly help! And now they're sending someone like you," he threw you a disdainful glance. "Pathetic."

You shook your head and got up. "You are the pathetic one right now, Strange. Look at yourself, you are the one on this bed. You are the one that was reckless enough to use your fucking phone while driving! Kids in kindergarten know that you should never do this!" You growled. "You should at last be grateful that we saved your ass, and that for now we waste our time to deal with such a stubborn asshole like you. I am leaving now but I will be back later," you simply informed him and then left.

Strange only shrugged his arms slightly and rested his head on the pillow.

He closed his eyes and let the thoughts drift away.

He was almost falling asleep but a sudden thought crawled into back of his head.

You were absolutely right. If he wouldn't be that stupid to check upon his phone while driving, he wouldn't be where he was then.

However, he still was too proud to admit that it was him who was mistaken.

You returned to your office and decided to do a bit of your work before dinner time.

You had to somehow relieve your stress and anger after visiting Stephen. Even if you knew it won't be easy, you set yourself a goal to change his behavior.

During the dinner time you decided to order something in the cafeteria and take it to Stephen.

When he heard someone entering his room, he theatrically rolled his eyes. "I don't want whatever you have there. I am not interested. At all. Leave me alone."

"Yes, yes. But you know what? I don't care, just like you," you said and smiled at him holding a tray. "It's dinner time so I decided to jump to the cafeteria and get you something warm because even you need to eat," you put the tray on his bedside table.

"And how do you imagine this, huh?" He snorted. "How can I eat with those?" man pointed at his bandaged palms. "I think I have to consider your intelligence level, darling," Strange growled.

You took a deep breath, you could feel anger slowly building up again but you only bit inside of your cheek, trying to control yourself. "I always can take bandages off and help you with eating. It's not really a problem," you shrugged, putting hands into pockets of your coat.

"To you it may not be a problem but to me it's a fucking shame but sure, of course, who would even care what fucking Strange feels," man summed up angrily. "Do what the hell you want, I have it deep in my asshole."

"Stephen. I meant unwrapping your hands. I never said that I don't care. Sure I do," you rubbed bridge of your nose. "I understand you are ashamed of your condition but you can't act like this. Please. If you want I can even feed you."

Stephen shrugged slightly. But this time he didn't protest. He let you unwrap his palms, he also let you take a spoon and feed him.

You smiled at him as soon as you finished.

You got up and went to wash your hands. "You see! It wasn't that hard, Stephen. Now please, be a good boy and show me your hands."

He did without complaining. "And? What are you gonna do with them? Are you gonna heal me? No one can, that's the truth," he clenched teeth.

"I am a doctor here and I need to check on them to see how wounds are healing, if you like it or not," you responded, taking a seat on the edge of bed.

You gently took one of his palms into yours and studied it carefully, later you repeated this with other hand.

"They are healing, it looks very nicely, I must say. Would you like me to bandage them back?" You asked looking at him, still holding his hand.

"Do whatever you have to," Strange sighed out loudly. "Besides, I thought you're an ordinary student nor nurse, how funny," his voice sounded more wryly than he attended, so he grinned, cocking his brow.

You lurk around to get new bandages for him and quickly came back to wrap his palms. "Well, because of your lovely attitude no one wants to come here, so I need to be everyone to you," you explained, carefully wrapping his hands. "I hope you will feel more comfortable for now but you know what, Stephen?"

He tilted his head slightly. "No. Tell me."

"I think you still have beautiful hands," you stated and smiled at him, then raised on your feet. "If you will need anything, just ring for the nurse. I will be in my office. And remember, it's gonna be better."

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The Last Breath || Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: Fight against Thanos takes a dramatic turn.

Warnings: Major character’s death, overall sadness.

Words: 1600

Request by: @herdofsambars

Authors: Rouge & Cass

Everything was incredibly still.

The pain that once burned like fire had faded away to an icy numbness. You didn’t pay attention to it anymore. You were running through the jungle, just to find Steve. You had to find Steve. It was your target.

And when you saw him getting injured by Thanos who was laughing at his own actions, you felt like your soul has split.

There was something in that shout, a pain behind it. You simply watched. You watched Steve’s eyes. Then you knew that the anger was nothing but a shield for pain, like a cornered soldier randomly throwing out grenades, scared for his life, lonely, desperate. You breathed in real, looking Thanos straight in the eye, and when he dissapeared, you approached Steve slowly, sanking on your knees right next to him.

Steve looked at you trying to force a comforting smile, he already knew what was coming.

He lowered his glance and looked at the bloody spot right in the middle of a place where a silver star from his uniform used to be.

“It will be okay,” he tried his best to assure you but was there really a point?

He could feel every inch of his body screaming from pain, his breath was getting rapid and the wound was bleeding heavily, staining his uniform.

Was it really his end? Steve could feel how his body began to give up and he slumped completely on the ground, grabbing your arm tightly, he could feel the panic rising in his mind. Right now, the brave Captain America was gone, there was only Steve Rogers, just a scared boy from Brooklyn.

“Crystal…,” he breathed out.

You inhaled a trembling breath, sweat accumulating on your skin, an icy cold.

“Yes? Yes, Steven?” You asked, barely moving your lips.

You reached out and touched his cheek.

Steve was getting pale slowly and you did anything you could to hold your tears back.

‘It’s… It’s getting so cold, why..?“ Steve mumbled. Even talking was getting harder, he tried to desperately squeeze your arm harder in a quiet scream for help but all he could do was to twitch his fingers, he was losing control, and this was sending even bigger waves of fear through his already weak body.

Steve tried to move, grasping onto remained vestiges of his strengths, he could simply feel how gravitation was pulling him toward the ground and he could do nothing about this.

Stain on his uniform was only getting bigger and bigger, it was already reaching his stomach and blood didn’t stop pouring out of the wound.

"Crystal… Please… Do something! Save me… I don’t wanna vanish…” Steve thought that he was screaming but in fact, it was nothing more than a pathetic whimper of a person that was looking for a salvation.

Just like those clouds above, your insides were in a chaos. A mess. Something was bothering you. Something was hurting you. Something ached inside you. Something felt so wrong, so invalid but you couldn’t tell what. You tried to pin point the cause for this unexplained pain but failed. You tried to reason this unbearable burning but didn’t find any. Everything felt so confused, just like a jumbled set of a puzzle.

And then you realized. Previously unspoken fear has torn your insides apart, from mind to soul.

Steve was dying and there was nothing you could have done to help him, to save his life like he’s done many times for you.

“Breathe…,” you whispered, leaning over him, “I’m with you, you’re not alone… I’m with you till the end of the line.”

“Crystal… Crystal, please, help me… I can’t feel my legs. Why my chest… Why is it so heavy?” Steve asked with a quiet whimper.

With every minute Steve felt like strength was draining out of him, he couldn’t move, he was cold, and every breath was painfully hard to take.

He wasn’t ready to go, he didn’t want to go.

He was Captain America himself but on the other hand maybe it was a good thing.

Steve was fighting through his whole life. Maybe it was a good time to give up? With these thoughts, Steve calmed down and embraced the fact that he was drifting away into the darkness. This was his real salvation, no more fighting nor saving the world.

He smiled at you weakly while his eyes filled with tears. “Is this the end Crystal, right? Do you think they all are waiting for me? All of my friends? Mom and dad? Peggy?”

You simply sobbed into his chest unceasingly, hands clutching at his uniform covered in dirt, blood and dust.

Steve held you in silence, rocking you a bit as your tears soaked his chest. A tiny lapse let you pull away, blinking lashes heavy with tears, before you collapsed again, your howls of misery worsening. The pain must have come in waves, minutes of sobbing broken apart by short pauses for recovering breaths, before hurling you back into the outstretched arms of his grief.

“Don’t leave me, Steve. Just hold on, I will get help for you, just wait for me, and don’t close your eyes. We will pull you out of this, okay? Just don’t you dare to close your eyes, Rogers!” Your grief has turned into a panic mixed with dose of helplessness.

You looked around, trying to figure out where you could have started with looking for other team members but you were too afraid to leave Steve alone.

Steve took your cheeks into his hands, looking you right in the eyes. “Crystal, it’s over, I can’t fight anymore. I’m afraid this is the end,” he said quietly and pressed his lips to yours. It was his goodbye to you, the death was slowly coming to harvest his soul.

Was he scared? He couldn’t tell, he was truly scared of what was coming but at the same time, he felt happy. Steve was going into a better place, where everyone was awaiting him.

His hand slipped into your palm. “Crystal, please. Be brave and don’t cry. I had a wonderful life here, I couldn’t ask for more. Finish what we all have started,” Steve smiled at you slightly as his eyelids became heavier. He started to slowly drifting away, and at this point no one could stop it.

You became quiet, yet you have wanted to scream and shout all these emotions out of you, it would be easier that way. Unfortunately, your throat was swollen, so you couldn’t even properly breathe.

You laid next to him, nuzzling into his neck, trying to be as close as it was possible.

“I’m sorry, for all I’ve done, for how awful person I was many times, for all the moments when I disobeyed you…,” you were counting quietly. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t have saved you, Steve… Forgive me, my love…”

You pulled up a bit to reach his pale lips. You pressed yours to his for the very last time, letting the tears roll down your cheeks.

*********

Steve felt weird, he expected to see nothing but darkness, instead he felt the warmth.

He looked down at his body, inspecting every little inch; his uniform, blood and whole suffering were gone.

The place was warm and oddly familiar, Steve looked around and then recognized it. It was one of those places where young soldiers used to hang out before they were sent on the front.

“Excuse me, handsome,” he heard a voice and felt like someone grabbed his palm. “I believe you promised me a dance, sir.”

Steve turned his head only to see Peggy smiling at him.

He gladly returned the smile. “I believe so, too,” Steve answered and followed Peggy on a dance floor.

Steve wrapped his arms around her waist while she wrapped hers around his neck. “You did a great job, soldier but the war is over now, Steve. No more fighting, no more suffering,” Peggy whispered and gently caressed his cheek.

“I know,” Steve nodded and smiled.

*********

The sun shone brilliantly and the virescent colour of the spring day under it’s glare was offensively bright and cheerful. It was as if they conspired to show you how the world would go on without Steve. It shouldn’t. Everything should be as grey and foggy as my emotions, it should be cold and damp with silent air. But the birds still sang and the flowers still bloomed. You walked through the churchyard like a silhouette of yourself, wishing you really were as insubstantial as the shadows so that your insides might not feel so mangled.

The battle against Thanos was lost. Not many of your colleagues have survived.

But now, all of you met up again, at the funeral of Captain America. And you were the one to make a speech.

“I could write a million letters, each one the same as the last in sentiment and cadence. They stay the same, only the word arrangement changes. It boils down to one thing, we all miss you…,” you said, trying to keep your head straight, “You should be here. Ultimately, no one knows if that is selfish or not and even if it is, to hell with the rest of the world and their opinions. You should be here. I miss you. Your pretty blue eyes, beautiful smile, wily heart, torn mind, and kind, tortured soul. My heart is missing an integral piece, a part that keeps it from working correctly. I miss you, Steven Grant Rogers. And I do hope you finally found your peace.”

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Pumpkins || Venom oneshot

Summary: Eddie is slowly getting ready to his first Halloween celebration with Venom. How will it end?

Warnings: None.

Words: 1221

Authors: Cass & Toro

"Eddie. Eddie...," Venom was mumbling into man's ear. "EDDIE, YOU DUMBSHIT, LISTEN TO ME, CAN YA?" Long, slick tongue ran quickly over Eddie's cheek. "Imma hungry, man."

Eddie shivered and growled. "I am not, give me a break... I wanna sleep. I need rest." Man muttered and hide his head under a pillow.

"EDDDDDIIIIEEEEEE!" Venom pounted deeply, forming an arm with which he poked Eddie's side. "You had to carve pumpkins. We wanna play! And eat! so move your fat ass now!"

"So you wanna play or eat? And since when you want to play?" Eddie asked as he sat up on bed.

Venom got more excited and he wrapped himself around man's waist, squeezing it tightly. "Thanks, man, knew you'd understand us," alien purred getting ready to be petted.

"Do you realize that you didn't answer any of my questions?" Eddie asked, dragging himself out of the bed. "I am still really tired," man added slightly.

Venom closed his eyes shut, pounting something quietly. "You annoy me, Ed. Don't make me angry. If you'll, I'm gonna rip your tongue off and eat it while you'll be watching," Venom turned his head to face the man. "Now, downstairs, Ed. Pumpkins!"

Eddie blinked. "Minute ago you were happy, and now you are threatening me?" He shook his head. "Okay, okay. We are going downstairs."

Venom was gently pushing Eddie so he would be going faster. "Fridge first, Ed!" Alien ordered strongly as he licked his mouth. "Food, food, finally."

Eddie yawned. "Okay, okay. You don't need to push me," he went downstairs and straight to the kitchen.

Man opened the fridge. "What do you want?"

"I want meat. Raw meat. Do we have some? Hmmm?" As soon as door to fridge got opened, Venom slipped his head inside, looking around. "Man, where is the chicken from last dinner, huh? I bet there was a chicken, where is it, Ed? Have ya eaten MY FUCKING CHICKEN?" Venom turned around to Eddie, blinking few times as he licked his long fangs

"I didn't eat your chicken, dude! Maybe you ate it by yourself when I was asleep." Eddie growled at Venom.

Symbiote has straighten his form out, his eyes were getting wider and wider. "Do you think I'm an idiot, Ed? Do I look like an idiot?! Ah, yea! I'm just a PARASITE to you, Eddie, you fuck!" Venom snapped loudly, vanishing instantly.

"If you say so, V," Eddie rolled his eyes and walked away from fridge to find equipment he needed to carve pumpkins. "Where do I put them?"

"WHERE DO YOU GO, ED!?" Venom appeared behind man's back, he squeezed man's neck. "I AM STILL HUNGRY AND YOU DIDN'T LET ME EAT ANYTHING, DUDE! DO YOU CARE WHAT I FEEL RIGHT NOW? DO YOU?!" Symbiote was grunting loudly, "WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, ED?!"

But out of sudden, Venom became quiet. "PUMPKINS! WE LOOOOVE PUMPKINS," he stated, licking over his mouth.

"I SWEAR TO GOD! If you kill me one day then you will have a big problem in finding new host." Eddie growled loudly, rubbing his neck. "I can let you eat inside of a pumpkins if you want."

But before Eddie has ended his sentence, Venom was already done with the smallest pumpkin, pushing it deep into his throat. "Argh mhmhmhm yyyeee..." Venom was articulating while trying to chew the pumpkin.

Eddie opened his mouth to speak but quickly closed it and facepalmed. "I can't with you sometimes...," he sighed.

Venom has finally swallowed the pumpkin, and smirked widely to his host. "It's gonna be okay for some time. Now, crave these pumpkins," Venom pointed at the table, where rest of the pumpkins were located. "Crave 'em, Ed. Where are tools, you piece of shit?"

"Don't call me that, you parasite. I have them somewhere here in the kitchen. You have no idea why I do this anyway, so stop pushing me." Eddie frowned.

"Yea, Eddie has something to say as always, don't you, Ed?" Venom growled and vanished, letting man to prepare anything he needed.

Eddie rolled his eyes and sighed loudly. "God! I hate you sometimes!"

He started to prepare everything, it took him few minutes to get fully ready.

Two smaller pumpkins were already craved. Venom didn't show, so Eddie could work in silence.

He finished craving big pumpkin. Man saved one pumpkin and filled big bowl with pumpkin's pulp. "Venom? I have food for you and a little surprise."

Venom formed himself behind Eddie, resting his large chin over Eddie's shoulder. "I don't want to eat. I've already eaten. But what with a surprise? Is it some nice, little cat nor homeless doggo, so Venom could eat it?" Alien licked Eddie's ear.

"YOU JUST SAID YOU AREN'T HUNGRY! And even if I will ever get a homeless dog or cat, you will not be allowed to eat it." Eddie informed Venom and sighed. "Listen... I have knife here and one pumpkin. I want you to try and do what I just did," he explained.

Venom made an irritated grimace, his white eyes narrowed. "Do I look like a fucking artist, Eddie? I won't be carving pumpkins. Maybe instead we could hunt for some fresh flesh? Imagine it, we could crave some bad guys, Eddie, and hang them at your porch, what do you think, dude?"

"I think that you will take this knife and at last try or I'm gonna starve you until you will want come back to your home planet, asshole." Eddie said with soft smile.

Venom licked man's cheek with his long tongue, and without arguing formed two arms. He started craving the pumpkin, doing it much faster than Eddie did.

When he ended, he wrapped his symbiotic arms around Eddie's neck, hugging him.

There was a sentence craved out in the pumpkin. One simple sentence. 'FUCK YOU, DUMBSHIT', and next to it there was something that supposed to be a skull.

Eddie blinked and sighed. "Yea.... That's cute. Great job, buddy," he said, petting Venom's head. "Now, I can put candles inside and we can put them outside."

"And go hunt bad guys. It's Halloween. Bad guys don't know we're around. We can take them by surprise. You said by yourself that we can eat bad guys. And we're hungry, Eddie. Let's trick or treat them, Ed."

Eddie picked up one of the pumpkins. "You know that trick or treat isn't about eating bad guys, right? It's about candies but Imma afraid that I am too old for that."

Venom rolled his eyes, annoyed as he was. "Candies? To me lungs, kidneys, hearts are candies, so depends on what you like, man," symbiote smirked. "But we can scare some of that stupid children from neighborhood, too."

"No, we can't because this is a bad thing to do, and we don't do bad stuff. Let's just stay home, watch a scary movies and give candies to kids. What do you think, buddy?"

"Boring," Venom pounted but he nodded, "but I can agree on it if you'll order some chicken. a lot of chicken."

Eddie sighed heavily "Fine! I will order you a chicken. A lot of chickens but you will be a good boy, okay? You promise?"

Venom sticked his tongue out and poke Eddie's nose with its tip. "Sure. Venom's a good guy."

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The Blizzard || Steve Rogers x Reader Oneshot

Summary: Steve and Y/N are married and they deal with Steve’s PTSD. Steve, after snap of Thanos' fingers, has gotten it again but this time it hit him harder. In the winter scenery , reader does her best to calm her man down.

Warnings: none

Words: 1088

Request by: @porgswillrullgalaxymotherfucker

Authors: Rouge

In the blizzard there was no way to know which direction to go, the usual landmarks were hidden behind the white that swirled so densely.

You could feel you blood cool and your skin become icy. They shouldn't have come, not in this weather, but there was no other choice, Steve’s PTSD caught him harder than ever before.

Steve has always loved the flowers and the birds, loved the sunlight and the clouds that drift by. He has always loved the way the leaves move in a breeze and that soft whispering sound they make, like nature loves to chatter too. Yet the tiredness that begun a while ago remained like a veil over his skin, grey and cold. And as he watched the petals and the twigs that sway outside the window, there was only a creeping sorrow where there should be joy.

You, as Steve’s wife, were trying so hard to help him, yet failed. No doctor nor therapy were successful. Steve’s condition has gotten even worse in past three months.

It was when you’ve made a decision about leaving Washington. You’ve found a cozy cottage house near White Mountains,  New Hampshire. Gladly, Steve agreed on that idea, and soon you both were on your way.

And now, you were finishing a dinner, while Steve was laying on the couch, reading some book that you’ve discovered on the shelf in the little living room.

When you set everything on the table, you looked at Steve, smiling gently at him. “Darling, dinner’s ready.”

His eyes met yours, he simply nodded and closed the book, leaving it on the couch as he got up and took a seat at the opposite side of the table.

You were eating in the silence, from time to time Steve was looking up at you, remaining quiet.

Soon the dinner was finished, and you went to wash the dishes. You were surprised seeing, how Steve joined you in the kitchen and started wiping plates.

“How are you?” You asked slightly.

“It’s better. But I am not sure. Let’s just say it’s okay for now,” he responded, shrugging.

You couldn’t help but giggled loudly. “I just hope this place will help you get your strengths back, Steve,” you looked at him briefly, then focused on the dishes again. “It’s so calm and silent here, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is, doesn’t it bother you, Y/N?” His voice became softer, Steve leant his hip against the kitchen counter, still wiping plates and putting them to the nearest cabinet.

“Me? No, not at all, actually I needed this after all that urban uproar, you know?” You stated simply.

Steve smirked a bit, and the conversation was over. It was still a good sign that he eventually was talking to you instead of running away…

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It was late in the evening.

Steve looked out of the window at the blizzard. He watched a driveway disappear in the sure knowledge that he'd only have to dig it out again in the morning.

“It’s snowing. Again,” Steve admitted.

You raised your glance to look at him. “Don’t bother with it. We’re in the warm house, there’s nothing bad to happen,” you smiled, but you noticed how his facial expression has changed, so you put a papers you were filling aside and got up to approach him. “Steve… What’s wrong?” You put hand on his muscular shoulder. “Are you feeling fine?”

As soon as you touched him you felt, how tensed his muscles were. He was about having another anxiety attack, you good knew this.

“Hey, handsome, come here,” you slipped your palm to his, tangling your fingers together as you pulled him to the couch.

You sat down, so did he. His steel blue eyes found yours, and the only thing you saw in them was sadness. A huge sadness.

“Steve,” your voice was nothing more but a whisper, “It wasn’t your fault. No one could have saved them. No one,” you claimed.

Steve put his face in his hands, he was sobbing slightly. And suddenly he shouted out loudly: “There are days when my head just doesn't work! I try so hard to focus and it's like trying to run through water. My brain fogs up and thoughts go nowhere at all. Sometimes I think its natures anesthesia, anything to numb the pain, to wipe out the trauma. Then there are the times of clarity, sudden moments when I can see every detail and feel every feeling. The trigger can be anything...,” Steve explained quietly, “And I see those faces over and over again. I could have saved them…,” he was breathing hard, he paled on his face.

You lowered your head. Truth was that you also were having very difficult time lately, but you wanted to stay strong, for him.

“At the start I hoped it was a process to wipe out the bad memories, to stop me reliving them to well-meaning askers. Now I know it's not so simple,” Steve added, looking at you. “I don’t know if I will survive all this, Y/N.”

He laid his back down, placing his head on your lap, and you smiled. You started playing with his bangs, gently scratching his nape with other hand.

Steve closed his eyes and purred lazily. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, Y/N,” man declared openly. “I’d be already gone…”

“Shush, Mr Rogers,” you leant down to place a kiss to kiss forehead.

Steve hummed softly and moved a bit, so his lips met yours as he gave the kiss back. “It’s you who makes me calm everytime,” he opened his eyes, looking up at you.

You chuckled a bit and booped his nose with your index finger. “I’ve told you a thousand times – it’s gonna get better. It just takes time to heal. Like a wound,” you tangled your fingers in his bangs, and Steve reached his hand out to caress your cheek.“You know, I like this cold. Cold is good if you are warm inside, just the same as we love ice in the summer time,” he laughed shortly. “Even on the coldest days of winter the sun is bright in the sky, bringing a bit of joy to my heart. Even now, when we can’t go back to the world that we knew before.”

You smiled. “That’s good, Steve. I’m happy you’re getting better,” you said, looking at the fire that was cracking in the fireplace. “We’ll make through it, I promise.”

And it was still snowing outside.

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That’s How I Like You The Most || Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: You’re a member of S.H.I.E.L.D. You constantly have nightmares about Winter Soldier. One night, when no heater is working and you wake up covered in sweat, Steve Rogers is the one to cheer you up.

Warnings: none

Words: 1306

Author: Rouge

A/N: This fic was written for @justsomewritingprompts ‘ s writing challenge. I had: Scenarios: 12. Cold Night, No Heater || Quote: 7. “It’s fucking freezing” || items: 14. Blankets

An ominous boom startled you out of your abysmal nightmare. Your cheeks were wet and body was bathed in a cold sweat. The sheets were twisted around your limbs, probably because you were thrashing in yoursleep. Your heart pounded against your chest. You trembled. The room was entirely dark. No light anywhere. The remnants of your nightmare still clung to your mind, haunting you. You had no trouble imagining Winter Soldier lurking in the murky darkness of your room.

Another flash of lightning illuminated the room in blinding light. You let out a frightened cry and buried the face into your pillow. Even your breaths trembled. You swallowed and once again turned to see the endless darkness of the room.

Second later, the door was opened and familiar voice echoed from its walls.

“Y/N? Are you okay?”

You blinked few times, adjusting your eyes to sudden brightness. You saw Steve peeking into your room, a dismal expression on his face.

“Yes. It was just a nightmare…,” you whispered, rubbing your temples. “I’m sorry, did I wake you up?”

Steve smiled, yet he was pale still. “You were screaming. I got pretty worried about you,” Steve cleared up sadly.

You nodded slightly, wrapping sheets tighter around you. “Bruh, it’s cold again, and Tony promised me to fix my radiator,” you said, looking sadly at Steve. “And now this nightmare, I am done, I can’t rest properly since few days,” your voice was nothing more but a whisper.

Steve tilted his head gently, chucking. “Don’t count on it, Y/N. Tony’s busy, almost always. Heater doesn’t work in my room either. Maybe, if you would like, you could come to me,” Rogers suggested, a little grin crept onto his lips.

You blushed, turning your head aside. “I don’t know if I should…,” you stated softly but your body demonstrated what he needed, you shivered as cold thrill ran along your spine.

Steve chuckled. “Come on, yesterday I received a brand new blanket, we could try it,” he cocked his brow.

You blushed even harder, was Captain America himself trying to hit on you? You nodded but before you got up from your bed, you gave him a glance. “Can you, like, I have to get dressed…,” you grinned at him, “You can wait for me near the lifts,” you suggested, hoping he will obey.

Steve consented, and with a huge smile, he closed the door of your room.

It was when you let a withhold breath out. Captain America. Steve Rogers. You couldn’t wish anything more.

You quickly roamed through your wardrobe to pick black, fitted leggins and white tank top.

Within five minutes you joined him on the corridor, rubbing your shoulders. “Fuck, it’s fucking freezing,” you summed up.

Steve agreed with you as he pressed the button to call an elevator. His steel blue eyes measured your figure, from the bottom to the top, he couldn’t help but smirked at you.

When you both entered  the elevator, he pressed button signed “5”, it was the floor where his chamber was located.

“You look gorgeous, you know, Y/N?,” he askedcasually, his eyes were still on you.

You pressed your back to the wall of the elevator and pretended you were focused on numbers that were changing on the display.

“Thanks,” you said softly, glaring up at him for a second.

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The room was uncomfortably large. The floor was polished concrete, the walls white. There was room in here for dozens of people. It was a perfect place, but cold in its tranquility. The soft jazz was just audible as background noise.

“Wow… Scandinavian furniture… I didn’t expect something like this…,” you covered your mouth with palm, admiring the sight.

“Why not? I am not that old, Y/N, and trust me, I like to surround myself with a good quality,” Rogers whispered right in your ear from behind.

You didn’t even notice when his hands were wrapped around your waist tightly, you only hummed at the unexpected touch of his large palms and muscular chest nuzzling to your back. “Come on, it’s cold here, as I mentioned before my heater isn’t working, too,” Steve said, “Follow me, Y/N. It should be better in bed, I bet the blanket is still warm.”

He grabbed your palm and pulled you to his bed. As soon as you sat on a soft mattress, Steve joined you, wrapping woolen blanket around both of you.

“Mmmm, it’s so soft, and warm,” you purred, leaning your back against Steve’s chest. “Much better. I just hope Tony will finally do something with heating or we will freeze to death.”

You heard him laugh, his voice made your heart skipped a beat. You closed your eyes, trying to warm yourself up.

“Will you tell me about that nightmare, Y/N?,” Steve asked suddenly, his voice sounded gently. You found it so cute of him that he always was trying to figure out your problems. Steve was particularly the only person from the entire team that you got along so well with.

“Winter Soldier,” you responded simply, “I dreamt about him chasing me, again,” you sighed deeply.

“Shush, Y/N,” he said in that strong voice of his, “S.H.I.E.L.D. will find him soon, I guess,” he ensured.

“Maybe, but what will happen if they won’t?,” you turned your head to face him.

“Then I’ll make sure you’re safe, just like the others,” he cupped your face with his palms, rubbing his thumbs against your cheeks, “There’s nothing you should be worry about for now. Everything’s okay, Y/N, trust me.”

You nodded, exhaling a shaky breath. “I do,” you stated, “I always do.”

You nuzzled to his warm body, humming softly under your breath. Oh, he was so warm!

In the darkness of his room your cuddles were felt like a little touch of heaven, warm, together, cozy. You wished you could extend the night just so you could stay close to Steve for longer, safe in his strong embrace. His arms wrapped right around you brought a peace you've never known before, a calming of the storms in your heart, soul, mind. In his embrace you started to believe that there was nothing out there to fear, that all there was, was sunshine, beautiful trees and only good things to happen.

“Steve, can I be honest with you?,” you asked suddenly, opening your eyes and stretching a bit in his arms.

“Yes,” Rogers looked you right in the eye, he was visibly interested.

“Your cuddles are the only medicine I need, they are the light in the darkness, a lone star in an otherwise empty sky. I feel so safe when you’re around.”

You put both hands on his chest, supporting yourself, and you leant to him to place a warm, needy kiss to his beautiful, full lips.

Firstly, you were afraid he will push you away but nothing like this happened. Instead, his muscular arms were wrapped around you and second later, Steve was pulling you as closer as he only could. He deepen the kiss, your tongues were dancing together for a short while before you had to pull to take a breath.

You panted, trying to calm your heartbeat. You looked at Steve and he was only smiling at you, a little blush on his cheeks made him look like an embarrassed teenager. You only smirked at him and put head to his chest, listening to his heart.

Steve pulled the blanket tighter around two of you to make you feel comfortable.

“You’re a good kisser,” he praised with a grin, and you felt like a blush spread against your face.

You grabbed the hem of blanket and pulled it onto your head. “Bye, I’m gonna hide, you’re making me blush, Steve!”

He laughed warmly. “And that’s how I like you the most,” Steve purred.

Allein, allein || Chapter II || Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes is still the Hydra’s asset. He doesn’t remember who he was before. You’re his new handler. How things between two of you are going to turn out?

Chapter: 2 of ?

Warnings: none

Words: 998

Author: Rouge

A/N: continuation of first chapter. Hope you’ll enjoy it. Please stay tuned, the action is under construction ☺

Special Tag: @arawynn

It trailed him, hushed as the night, dancing between the trees as the sunlight flickered. It melted into darkness with the arrival of dusk, until it blended and disappeared against the backdrop of nothingness. But it remained, only neglected. Like the stars during the day – overpowered by the pouring rays of sunlight – but yet still there. As night whisked away it joined him once more, hailing like an old friend. It mirrored his actions, as though looking up to him, surveying and admiring his every move.

The Asset wasn’t yet able to state what was it but he could clearly feel its presence. Something was wrong, he felt it in his bones.

When he got up that day, he was feeling wrecked. He didn’t want to go at the training room. He didn’t want to leave his little cell. But he couldn’t say “no”. He was their tool.

He worked out until his skin took on a glossy shine and the salty drops invaded his eyes. As he kept moving the sweat was a welcome addition, cooling and helping him to feel like he's worked hard. When he stopped doing push-ups, he felt how wet his clothing has become. The sweat trickled down his back, free flowing like condensation on a window pane, it beaded on his forehead and dripped from his chin.

He felt glances on him but he couldn’t figure out, to whom they belonged to.

Meantime, you were standing behind the one-way mirror, observing Barnes carefully,  two agents accompanied you in the room.

“He’s ready,” strong voice whispered straight into your ear.

You didn’t realize that you supervisor has entered the room; he did it so quietly that you almost jumped at the tone of his voice. You felt his breath on your cheek. It smelled like cheese that had been left in the back of a broken refrigerator-- for, say, a month. You stopped yourself from a gag reflex by turning your head slightly aside.

“Mint?” You offered politely, pulling little packing out from pocket of your uniform.

Man had politely declined, and you nodded lightly.

“He’s ready to comply,” the lieutenant repeated. “But his last two performances made us worried. The High Command instructed me to take steps to exterminate this Asset,” man informed casually.

You shrugged, shaking your head. “I don’t think so, comrade lieutenant,” you replied in a deep voice when you heard his last sentence, “He is ready but only partially. We cannot be sure that he won’t betray us.”

Lieutenant threw you a cold glance as he scratched his chin. “Exactly. So, miss Y/N? How long will it take?”

You frowned. “I’m afraid I don’t understand, comrade…”

“I ASKED HOW LONG WILL IT TAKE YOU TO TRAIN HIM, Y/N?” This time man growled, you noticed with the corner of the eye that he clenched hands in fists. “I’m giving you one last chance to rebuilt our faith in this piece of trash. His former handler wasn’t too involved in our requests,and you good know how had he ended.”

“Yes, I know,” you admitted, “But I… I am not sure…” You swallowed hardly before speaking out loudly. “He’s unstable, we all know this.”

You looked through the mirror to watch Barnes doing dead lift with a huge load. You stopped breathing for a second when you realized that Asset was looking straight at you. Moment later, you cooled yourself down – he couldn’t see you through this kind of a mirror. You knew it, yet a strange, unspoken fear remained in the back of your head.

Of course, it didn’t go unnoticed by your supervisor. Older man smirked rudely. “What? Are you afraid of our minion?” He chuckled awfully, and bared his nicotine stained teeth.

You took a quick breath and kept the poker face. “No, comrade. I’m not afraid at all. Give me a week, and I’ll do the most loyal figure of him,” you said, looking at Barnes through the glass, “He won’t try anything ever again, I guarantee,” you added.

Man turned around and was about leaving the room but he stopped next to you to pat your shoulder. “You have one week. Not a minute more.” After these words, man left the room along with two other agents.

You let out a shaky breath, then rubbed your temples to calm yourself down.

You looked at your reflection in the one-way mirror, and left the room quickly, heading straight to the gym.

The Asset was now working with a punching bag.

You frowned as you noticed some blood on his knuckles. “Enough,” you said loudly.

He gave you a brief look but he didn’t stop. He was still slamming into the punching bag.

“ENOUGH, ASSET!” You yelled loudly.

He stopped, leaning his forehead against the ratty material of the bag. “What do you want, Y/N?” He asked simply.

You crossed arms over your chest, looking at him. “Listen, you’ll be training with me from today. You’ll also be assisting me in my daily tasks, do you understand?” You tried to sound firmly but your voice almost faded out with last three words as you saw a smirk on his lips. “What’s so funny, Asset?”

He tilted his head to look at you, he ran his tongue over his lips. “We’ll see who will be training whom,” his blue eyes were looking straight into yours, and you felt uncomfortably, what made him smirk even wider. “But okay. Deal,” he agreed as he stretched his back, presenting all the tensed muscles.

You felt your heart skipped a beat at the view but you tried to keep straight face. “Tomorrow. At 6:00. At the driveway. And don’t be late,” you informed him before you left the gym.

As soon as you did, you rested your back against the cold wall, gasping for air.

What this man, the Asset, was even doing to you?

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