STEVE ROGERS MASTERLIST

STEVE ROGERS MASTERLIST

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

* —smut + sexual themes

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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

radio free america! [ 1/8 ]

pairing—steve rogers x barista!reader

summary—a cute guy forget's his sketchbook and it's up to the equally cute barista to make sure it's returned safely into his arms

warnings—lots of angst from Steve's pov, crushes at first sight, idiots who like each other, this doesn't really need a warning, meet-cute?? , set months before the events of the battle in New York

a/n—they definitely didn't show enough of what Steve might have felt waking up 70 years into the present

The man woke up from a war and almost immediately was thrown into another

THE MAN NEEDS THERAPY

the endgame ending only happened cuz my man still had unpacked trauma from everything

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he felt many emotions as he woke up 70 years into the present

he felt so afraid not knowing a single thing as he opened his eyes

Is he dead?

If he's alive, where's Peggy?

Why did the radio say the game of '41? it's supposed to be 1945

he felt more scared as he was welcomed by a stranger

After running away from the fake room made to look like a hospital room he was in, he finds himself in a stranger – more modern version of New York that he could hardly recognise

Everyday since waking up, he'd just feel lost most of the time — a man lost in time.

There were more buildings and billboards that were lit up.

He thought he died, everybody did.

Maybe he should have died , because he never asked to be alive after 70 years as he knew sacrificing his life was worth it.

it’s still weird for him to see everything has passed,his friends were gone and Peggy already lived her life without him.

it felt strange exploring New York, there were more buildings, more variety of foods.

It's new territory and he felt isolated, like a newborn exploring a new world without training wheels.

He wasn't lost too much, he's a 27 year old and some things came easy to understand.

He didn’t know what purpose he had left.They won the war and he had saved the city from being hit by the Valkyrie.

Everything was high tech compared to his time, electronics were a bit confusing to understand but he did find it fascinating that everything could be easily stored and done using a small square of a phone that you could bring easily anywhere .

… but what’s left for him when he has lost everything?

Bucky fell of the train,the Howling commandos were gone and it’s too late for him and Peggy.

He basically had nothing left to live for yet he's given a second chance that he didn't know what to do with.

He felt distraught that day when he was given their files, every single one of the Howling Commandos were marked deceased except Peggy’s.

He didn’t have the courage to call Peggy, he didn’t even know what he’d say in the first place.

' Hi, I'm not dead and I'm stuck in my 27 year old body????? I was stuck in the ice like a freaking popsicle Peggy! I'm sorry we never got our dance ... '

He’s all alone and absolutely out of place in the world he’s now forced to live in.

He felt like God was playing a cruel joke on him.

He would go out strolling and see everything has changed.

He just wanted to go back as that skinny guy from Brooklyn with his best pal.

Everyday he'd be at the gym assaulting gym bags as a way to let out his frustrations. He would work out until he feels breathless. On sunny days he'd go out walking, he'd eye the buildings in awe as they were more developed.

Today he sat outside a coffee shop where he only bought a single cup of coffee while he started drawing the building up front.

He would ride his motorcycle and feel the cold air, he'd close his eyes for a few seconds still imagining that he's back in the forties.

" good coffee? " you asked as you saw the cute guy that ordered a while ago that your co-worker assisted

" yeah, nice coffee " said Steve with a small smile

" good cause I made it " you humored

' seriously Rogers? niCe cOfFeE , he still didn't know how to talk to pretty girls '

If Bucky were here right now, he either would've stolen the girl or nagged him about how he should ask for her number, Steve thought not noticing you placing the cake on his table.

“ i didn't order any sweets, maam “ said Steve eyeing the small cake you gave him

It was a simple oreo cake with white frosting everywhere.

He saw how beautiful you were and is awestruck.

He couldn't help but feel he saw you before, maybe as he passed this very same shop.

“ i know you didnt but you seemed sad, no offense “ you said smiling as the man Infront of you smiled back

“ thanks, I guess i am kinda famished “ Steve said picking up the small fork to take a bite

He wouldn't say no to a cake given by a pretty dame

He wasn't that stupid

“ So waiting on the big guy? “

“ maam? “ he questions

“ iron man, lot of people eat here just to see him fly by “ you said pointing at the building he was drawing before you talked to him

“ maybe another time " said steve as he took the cake quickly in one bite that made you giggle seeing the frosting that was left in his lips

He felt hypnotized by your small laugh and the way you crunched your nose as you laughed.

He turned red thinking he made a fool of himself and quickly wiped of the extra frosting around his mouth.

“ table’s yours as long as you like,nobody’s waiting on it and plus we got free wireless “ you said as you started walking away wiping your hands on your apron

“ radio? “ the cute guy asked that just made you smile more thinking he was joking

“ ask for her number, you moron “ an old guy next to Steve asked as he shook his head

He walked away forgetting the sketchpad he brought, occupied with the thoughts of you and your laugh.

You returned outside to clean some tables and give out other people's orders.

He watched the trains go by, like the way years had gone in the blink of an eye.

You went to the cute guy's table and saw his forgotten notebook.

You tucked it under your arm as your hands held the tray filled with empty plates and cups with the clattering of some utensils as you moved.

You set down the sketchbook just to peek in case the guy that left wrote his name.

You opened it cautiously to the first page knowing artists like to be careful with their sketchbooks.

You were an art major yourself but in digital arts, you wanted to pursue a career in animation.

You liked drawing a lot too as a teenager, and painting but animation fascinated you.

The moving pictures that could tell any story you want it to, the magic of voice acting and sound effects making a movie without actually showing real people amazed you.

You loved disney films and ghibli animation, you loved the way even drawings can showcase complicated emotions.

S. Rogers

His first initial and surname were written on the small corner of the first page. A thing most people do even if they didn't draw, they'd put their initials or signature.

You did it too,with all your notebooks, your umbrella and even your books.

You couldn't help but flip the next pages getting mesmerized by the drawings the cute guy had.

You giggled seeing the monkey in an army like attire holding a shield, their were drawings of people – most of them looked as if they were from the military. They had helmets on or had the more professional uniforms with buttons and medals.

The more drawings you saw the more it felt wrong peeking at his masterpieces, you'd hate it too but you made the excuse in your head that you were just trying to find more information on the cute guy that left rather quickly that afternoon.

You sensed the sadness, emptiness of the drawings he had, maybe he missed these people, you thought while closing the notebook not wanting to pry into his privacy any longer.

You smiled as you walked home remembering the details of the cute guy's looks. He seemed nice and dorky, not like the guys that would just hit on you and expect you to say yes after some sweet talking.

You kept it safe in one of the drawers under the cashier hoping the cute blonde will show up again.

His ocean blue eyes made you blush, they felt so intimidating in a way that made you feel like your old 16 year old self.

It was infatuation at first sight, his outfit making him look old fashioned but still dashing.

You wanted to be the one to always put a smile on his face if it looked as pretty as the one he gave you just hours ago.

You wanted to pass your finger through his blonde locks that you'd bet were as soft as clouds.

You couldn't miss his broad shoulders and thick figure.

You found yourself crushing on the mysterious cute guy that left his sketchbook.

You felt giddy as you slept thinking of the same pair of ocean blue eyes.

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story summary: Scandal! AU– your mentor, David Rossi, has recruited you to make Senator Aaron Hotchner the next President of the United States. Once described as a political nun, the Senator helps you see that maybe you can mix business and pleasure.

This fic contains conduct not suitable for minors. If you are under the legal age of consent in your country, please skip chapters marked on this list with an asterik (*). If you would like a safe for work adaptation, please DM me.

This fic updates on Tuesdays and Saturdays at roughly 5pm EST

THE CAMPAIGN

Chapter One: The Job

Chapter Two: One Minute

Chapter Three: Inappropriate*

BONUS CHAPTER: Inappropriate (Aaron’s POV)

Chapter Four: Numbers

BONUS CHAPTER: An Hour*

Chapter Five: Michael

Chapter Six: Amendment*

Chapter Seven: Standstill

Chapter Eight: Election Night

THE PRESIDENCY

Chapter Nine: The Firm

Chapter Ten: Forty Eight

Chapter Eleven: Pressure

Chapter Twelve: Inauguration Day*

Chapter Thirteen: 100 Days In*

Chapter Fourteen: Camp David

Chapter Fifteen: Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner

Chapter Sixteen: Circles

Chapter Seventeen: The State of the Union

BONUS CHAPTER: Thanks a Lot

BEYOND THE WHITE HOUSE

Chapter Eighteen: After

Chapter Nineteen: It’s Handled

Chapter Twenty: Sweet Baby

Chapter Twenty One: Moving On

Chapter Twenty Two: Treading Water

Chapter Twenty Three: Worth Our While*

Chapter Twenty Four: Saved

Chapter Twenty Five: Spin

Chapter Twenty Six: 23 People

Chapter Twenty Seven: Arrangements

Chapter Twenty Eight: Still a Chance

Chapter Twenty Nine: The Funeral

Chapter Thirty: Catching Up

Chapter Thirty One: The Offer

Chapter Thirty Two: Bullshit

Chapter Thirty Three: Aegis

AND BACK AGAIN

Chapter Thirty Four: At the Pleasure of the President

Chapter Thirty Five: A Change of Clothes

Chapter Thirty Six: The Confession

Chapter Thirty Seven: The Complication

Chapter Thirty Eight: Back to Work

Chapter Thirty Nine: Doux Bebe

Chapter Forty: Camp David, Part II

Chapter Forty One: Open Up*

Chapter Forty Two: The Thing

Chapter Forty Three: Interference

Chapter Forty Four: A Woman Scorned

Chapter Forty Five: The Clock

Chapter Forty Six: A Zoo

BEGIN ANEW

Chapter Forty Seven: For Old Time’s Sake

Chapter Forty Eight: To Second Chances

Chapter Forty Nine: Out of Options

Chapter Fifty: Subcommittees

Chapter Fifty One: The Jugular

Chapter Fifty Two: Marlboros

Chapter Fifty Three: Chris Lawrence

Chapter Fifty Four: The True Story 

Chapter Fifty Five: Affirmations (coming 5/3/22)

Chapter Fifty Six: Ironic (coming 5/7/22)

catch me if I fall

pairing | avenger!bucky barnes x fem!reader

summary | after everything he’d gone through — parties & social events became things he hated most, until he met you, his “ soulmate ”

warning(s) | hopeful bucky, meet-cute, pure-fluff, civil war tension was resolved and this is like a year after that, soulmate au? depends if you want it to be, strangers to lovers, third pov mostly

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the best days are sunny [ 3/8 ]

pairing—steve rogers x barista!reader

summary—steve hasn't made a move yet and neither have you, both of you enjoy the growing friendship first

warnings—pure fluff, the platonic side of sunny and steve, the friends in friends to lovers

a/n—Captain America would definitely be part of your history curriculum classes if you were in the mcu

also I guess their in D.C.???

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Eating cake for breakfast, a delicacy Steve could never imagine he would be able to experience due to growing up in poverty. The experience felt extra special knowing the cake was given by you.

Steve's in a good mood, he hummed the tune of the song that was playing by the radio he bought as he attacked his second slice of cake. He didn't worry about the sugar since the serum improved his metabolism. He could actually eat the whole cake if he could and he could still have the energy to go to the gym afterwards.

He stopped on his third slice, saving the rest for all throughout the week as five more were left in the box.

It's now been a month and a half since Steve met you, more than a month since you became the first genuine friend he had in a long time.

He felt a little bit of guilt as the fact that he's Captain America was still hidden from you but he couldn't help but want to cherish the time that you still know him just as Steve Rogers, a guy from Brooklyn who's a little old fashioned.

Steve doesn't doubt your kindness, No, that's not it. Anxiety, fear and disappointment were just clouding his judgment, god knows you wouldn't put it against him to hide that he was a war hero in the forties, or that he's technically more than 9 decades old or that he was frozen in the ice for 70 years, he's just too afraid that your thoughts about him would change. He wasn't too sure that you wouldn't find someone like him a freak. He's too afraid to lose you too soon.

You were his first genuine friend and he sees that as a rare luxury, a genuine friend that didn't want him for the shield or that didn't want him for the serum. To you he wasn’t a super soldier or an asset for missions, to you his a friend.

He starts to reminisce about the friendship that grew between the two of you in the course of six weeks.

You're the only source of peace he has right now, his sanctuary, his solace and he hoped to keep it that way.

He knew you'd learn about the truth sooner or later but he wanted to keep you for himself first, to keep you from knowing who Captain America is, to know the life he had that was filled with dread and hopelessness amidst the war even if they did win. He didn't want you to see the loneliness that filled his being, the emptiness he felt, the way he felt like a shell of the real Steve Rogers. Steve didn't want you to know how truly lonely he is

… well he isn't too lonely, now that he has you.

The six weeks of spending time with you have been the happiest days Steve experienced in a very long, long time.

companion in morning shifts

Steve became a regular after the night he caught you in his arms, maybe also because he now craved the cake you gave every now and then. He developed a sweet tooth for 21st century desserts.

Just like an early bird, Steve is now always the first customer at The Coffee Express. He enjoyed the coffee and he also enjoyed your company. He finds the excuse of not finding a more delicious coffee served at your shop, compared to anywhere else but of course it's always because of you. The morning felt much merrier if he started it with you, having breakfast and coffee with you as you start to fix the shop for the morning shift made him feel warm inside. Half of his day was mostly spent with you, the other half mostly being at the gym or visiting the Smithsonian museum, though it's not like he goes there everyday … only on Sundays because that's your day off.

" So what's your job? you're here Monday to Saturday, every morning and sometimes even at night, can't help but think you're giving me too much of your time Stevie " you chuckle as you refill his coffee, leaning against the marble table top beside the register.

Stevie, the nickname never missed to give him butterflies that he passed off as him just not being used to be called sweetly by a beautiful girl as yourself.

Steve sat awkwardly, sitting on a chair near your cashier as the morning went slow. The shop only had 8 customers by 7 am. He didn't know how to answer your question, technically he's a retired veteran, in short he's unemployed.

" I was a soldier " was all Steve could answer, a pang of sadness hitting him as he remembered his comrades, as he remembered Bucky.

" Oh? military guy, nice "

"—you seem young but I'm guessing you're done with your tour? or you're on a little break? " you asked knowing a little bit of knowledge about military as your father and grandfather used to be both in the army

" honorable discharge " replied Steve not wanting to dwell into the subject matter more

" good, I didn't want to have to worry about you if you were out there, I don't want you losing a limb "

" I'm a tough guy, don't ever have to worry about me doll " Steve smugly says, playfully flexing his muscles and the nickname just naturally rolling off his tongue

" God, you really are old fashioned, you even talk like my grandfather, doll? really? but i kinda like it "

you laughed, snorting at the end while covering half your face hoping to not look undesirable Infront of the blonde soldier.

Opposite to what you have thought, your laugh was now Steve's favorite sound, even his old favorite forties song couldn't compare. Everything you did seemed magical and exceptional to Steve's eyes, even simple as a laugh.

Steve felt relieved that you didn't find the nickname offensive, he knew the time was different and that the things he knew changed.

He also felt awkward knowing he was as old as your grandfather, granted that he was frozen and that he still felt twenty seven mentally, he couldn't help but seem old because he really is from the forties.

" … you know my grandfather was a soldier too "

" really? so he fought in world war 2? "

" yeah was part of … what was it? 109? 107th! yeah that's it he was in the 107th! " you answered as you remembered your father telling you stories of how his father fought in the war.

Steve's smile immediately dropped upon recognizing the unit of the men he saved, he was still grieving Bucky, it may have been seven decades to everyone since Sergeant James Barnes lost his life but for Steve it was still fresh. The large gaping wound left by the death of his best friend, best pal, his buddy is still bleeding. He's still grieving the loss of his fellow soldier.

" hey you okay? Did I say something?? " you asked, your voice laced with worry as you see Steve's frozen form, eyes on the table top with evident sadness.

" yeah … my grandfather was there too " Steve lied, not even remembering the face of his grandfather, god he could hardly even remember his own dad's face.

" Oh, I heard all of them got captured once by the Nazis and this guy with a shield saved them, Captain America was it? cool outfit but like has this ridiculous helmet on " you snort only remembering the image of a guy in stripes and stars wielding a shield half his size.

Steve didn't know whether or not this was you hinting that you knew him, because if you knew Captain America, surely you would've known the name Steve Rogers.

" it wasn't that ridiculous … " Steve muttered, feeling a bit offended as you insulted his helmet, he subtly pouted.

" oh come on, have you seen it? the shield is cool and all but the helmet just looks … disastrous " you said with a shudder as you remember the little white wings on the side of the blue helmet and the capital A on the front, you briefly remember Captain America, the hero who won the war and died.

You mostly remember him for saving your grandfather, technically being the reason you exist at all, you don't remember studying him in highschool having been a bit of a rebellious teen who didn't like history.

you're his food trip buddy

Boiled potatoes are not a favorite of Steve, at all and he's very much glad that the modern times have better food to offer.

" you haven't had a taco? like your whole life " you asked in disbelief as the two of you walked the streets. As you spot a Mexican food stand, you immediately grab Steve's hands, feeling the large warm hand wrap with yours making you slightly blush. The redness of your face is masked by the darkness of the night.

" mormon … "

" right … "

You happily watch Steve take his first bite, smiling proudly seeing his wide eyes as he takes three more bites immediately finishing the taco. Steve's eyes lit up with sparks as he bit into the delicious delicacy. The flavors burst in his mouth, the craving for more food consumed his thoughts.

" Sunny, another! " said Steve enthusiastically, slightly jumping like a child at a fair.

" You're lucky I like you Stevie " that was the first time you called him Stevie, it's only been a week since you've befriended the cute guy and even if you had found some things about him odd, you never pointed them out.

You were the one who introduced one of the number one fast food chains to Steve, that which would be McDonalds. Finding it weird that Steve never had McDonalds, you didn't say a thing thinking it was just how mormons were raised.

You didn't have a clue about mormons other than they technically still exist and they don't drink coffee.

" Okay so I ordered a classic double cheeseburger, fries and a coke float " you informed as you chomp hungrily on the burger making your cheeks stuffed, your puffed cheeks looked so adorable in Steve's eyes.

He stares at you lovingly as he wipes the crumbs off the side of your mouth. You choke on the burger as you were caught off guard by Steve's gesture. Steve panicked and immediately gave you his drink as yours were empty, sitting beside you as he rubs your back. The two laughed as you regained composure after almost dying because of a burger.

his personal tech whiz

Steve didn't know much about the modern technology the 21st century provided. He still preferred the vehicles from the forties specially his sweet bike unfortunately is now owned by the government and is kept in the Smithsonian. It was stupid that they couldn't give it to him, it's technically his.

" so you just click it? "

" as far as I know that's how cameras work Stevie "

You blink as Steve clicks his phone with a flash that captures you in surprise. The look on your face in the picture made Steve giggle.

" Steve you kinda have to warn people when you take a picture of them or else you get a lawsuit "

" Fine, you take a picture of us " He says handing you the small white rectangular phone.

Steve's heart leaped from his chest as you pulled him closer with your arm on his shoulder. The soft strands of your hair tickles the exposed skin of his neck as you put your head close to his. He swore he could smell the vanilla shampoo you were using as your head was so close to his.

" so I can basically watch anything here? "

" cute animal videos to how to fix your car is all uploaded on that app "

You grinned wide while wiping one of the coffee mugs as you see Steve hold the small phone with both his large hands, a big smile etched on his face as he watches a compilation of animal videos.

you give him comfort

You being Steve's genuine friend meant a lot to him, even if he knew in the back if his head that he should tell you who he really is. The guilt became harder to bear as the days went by and as a month passed, Steve felt the ghost of his mother nagging him for lying to a sweet girl such as yourself.

Steve knew he had issues, even before going down with the Valkyrie and being frozen for seventy years. He still hasn't processed everything, it felt as if time kept moving and he was unable to ever catch up. From technology that he couldn't grasp how it works to pop culture references he couldn't understand, but at least you were there.

He knew you saw the oddness of his personality, he's thankful you never said a word about it even if it was obvious that you just wanted to ask why the hell he didn't know all these things. He appreciates the way you explain the jokes he couldn't phantom.

" Do you ever feel like you don't belong? " Steve said with a serious tone as you both sat at the park bench while sipping coffee

" lot's of times but you know what's good with us not belonging anywhere " You said as you put an arm around Steve's broad shoulders

" what? "

" we can be lost together, that's the point of having a friend Steve, you're not alone, you should remember that " you said with a smile as you flick his forehead

He didn't react for a second but as you saw his devilish smile you stood up quickly as you ran. He puts down his empty coffee cup as he starts to chase you around the park.

The two laughed as they ran around the park with the sun shining brightly against the clear blue sky. Bubbles floated around with different dogs running wild, Steve's scenery with you and the park felt so peaceful, he swore he could stay there forever.

It's already noon when Steve saw you got tired already, still laughing as you suggested that you and him should just lay down and stare at the sky as clouds formed against the pinkish yellow sky.

" that one look likes a baby "

" looks more like a jelly bean "

every movie is funnier with you

Not that you were annoyed but you couldn't take it that Steve didn't know all the good films you've been referencing.

" Here " You said as you slid a small burgundy notebook towards Steve across the marble top of the coffee shop.

" It's a notebook??? "

" write all the stuff I recommend there and watch some of them without me "

" look, you gotta catch up with the greatest films and songs of all time! " You exclaimed, putting your hands in the hair dramatically.

Steve smiles as he takes the small notebook and opens it while writing his name on the first page.

You dictated a couple things that Steve immediately wrote so that he'd be more informed of the modern world. He asked about the most famous things you knew, well more like what every person should know if they were living in the year 2011. You didn't think much of it and just said random things that came into mind.

Inside Steve's notebook—

Moon Landing

Steve Jobs ( Apple )

Thai Food

Star Wars / Trek

My Chemical Romance ( band )

Grey's Anatomy ( TV Show )

Rocky ( Rocky II?? )

Mean Girls ( movie )

Legally Blonde ( Legally blonde 2 )

The two fell into a routine of every Friday night they'd watch one movie, one movie that either you loved or would love to watch. Even if sometimes Steve found the movie you picked odd, he wouldn't complain because you made every bad movie enjoyable by simply watching it with him.

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