Abandoned House || Steve Rogers X Reader

Abandoned House || Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve takes you to an abandoned house during Halloween night for a ‘date’. What happens there is hard for you to believe…

Warnings: none

Words: 1037

Author: Rouge

A/N: this little oneshot was written for @loki-the-fox writing challenge. Thank you for the opportunity ☺

Against the dark night sky all Steve could see was the crumbling walls that were nothing more than a ghostly silhouette of some previous existence. The wind whistled through the trees.

”Did you hear that? Let’s go see what that was,” he offered, glaring at you above his shoulder.

You shuddered as you pulled your coat tighter around your waist.

The fading of the sunlight had also meant the fading of the heat. Wintry air swirled around both of you, taking every lick of warmth it could.

“I am not sure, Steve, I don’t feel good here,” you claimed quietly, tucking your chin downward into your pullover.

“Shush,” he put his finger to his lips, humming softly. “I’m here with ya. You’re gonna be alright, come on,” Steve reached his hand out to you, a little smile appeared on his bearded face.

You sighed loudly but took a hold of his palm and let him to lead you in. You didn’t like the idea at all but you loved Steve and it was cute from his side that he was trying so hard to impress you. The idea of a trip to an abandoned house during Halloween night was, however, not your thing. You’ve agreed on his idea mostly because you didn’t want to make him sad. You knew that he put a lot of effort to prepare something. Besides, it was something new. You trusted him fully, in the end he was your boyfriend. Part of you still was afraid of what was about to come but you took a deep breath and followed him inside.

Both of you were exploring the house for almost an hour.

Dust was over every surface like dirty snow.

Thankfully, Steve has taken the flashlight with him so you didn’t have to blunder through the complete darkness.

The floors had been a highly polished parquet, individual blocks lovingly placed and sanded to a smooth finish before the varnish was brushed on with fine bristles. The walls stood firm, the window frames strong, glass triple glazed and whole. All in all, it looked like a movie-set, a place waiting for life to come. The only give-away was the odour, well, that and the dust. It was musty and dry, but nothing opening the doors and windows couldn't solve.

You both passed by cracked windows and mouldy, browned wooden walls with water stains painting as scars upon skin. You and Steve stopped when you came to a collapsed doorway. Wooden planks barred you from entering, still there from when the northern side of the house had fallen on itself.

You approached, peering through the slats, the light streaming in. It looked just like the rest: quaint in size, aging, and creepy. But what was ‘abnormal’, there was a little table in the middle of the room with a tiny ornate music box on its counter.

You glared back at Steve and he nodded softly, moving beam a bit to wider the slat for you to slither in. “Don’t hesitate, Y/N. It’s safe to get in, I guarantee,” man assured you softly.

With a quiet whimper you got into the room and waited politely at Steve to join you.

As he did, you both heard some not nice cracking a floor above and you held your breath back.

“What was that, Steve?” You whispered, instinctively grabbing a hem of his flannel shirt, tugging on it and pulling closer to him.

“Shush, Y/N. The house is old, it’s going rotten everywhere. It was just a wood, shush,” he explained calmly, stroking over your shoulder.

You mumbled something under your breath and you simply nuzzled to his wide chest, you shivered as you did.

“Hmmm? What’s that, Y/N? Don’t be afraid, it’s okay, I’m here. I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

You could feel Steve smiling and you relaxed in his string arms a bit. Indeed, you felt securely when he was right next to you.

You glanced back at the music box.

“How is it not devastated like rest of the house? Only the music box is in a good condition. Interesting…” You muttered rubbing your chin with a thumb.

Steve let you out of his arms and gently pushed you ahead. “Instead of talking, go and check why is that,” Steve suggested lightly and you frowned a bit.

Was it some kind of a trap?

You looked around the room in an attempt to look for any hidden camera but there was nothing.

As slowly as it was possible, you approached the old table and took the music box in your hands. You turned around to Steve, and within a second he was standing in front of you. Rogers took the box out of your hands and looked down at you as he was towering over your figure.

“Steve…?” You asked, cocking brow up and tilting your head a bit. “What’s that, Steve?”

He only smiled at you, showing his beautiful teeth as he went down on his knee slowly, and it was when you simply knew what was about to happen.

“Steve…?” You asked again but he kept smiling only.

Steve opened the box and you saw a beautiful ring with a sapphire. You slowly put your palm to your mouth, you felt like you would collapse.

“Will you marry me, Y/N?” He asked softly.

The air was so brittle it could snap. But you took a step closer to him, nodding. “I do, Steve.” This time you spoke firmly, so sure of your own words. “I do.”

You let him put the ring on your ring finger, and when he stand up again, you simply jumped into his arms. “I love you so fucking much, Rogers,” you whispered between kisses you were placing everywhere you could reach.

He giggled happily, wrapping his muscular arms around your waist and nuzzling his bearded face into your shoulder. “I do love you too, honey-boo,” he claimed. “But, language!” He laughed harder, ruffling your bangs.

“Oh, c’mon, Steve! I’ve used THIS word to emphasise how much I love you, Cap,” you explained yourself and grabbed his palm. “Can we go back home now? I would rather not be killed in some abandoned house.”

Campfire || Arthur Morgan x Reader smut

Summary: After fight in a saloon, Arthur decides to stop and take care of you, both mentally and physically.

Warnings: Smut

Words: 2402

Authors: Cass & Rouge

The day was nice and calm. It was until that crazy saloon fight, which have suddenly started and ended as quickly as it began. Right then, you were sitting in front of Arthur on his horse. You were beaten up but not hurt too badly.

"Ya just had to join that fight, huh, Y/N?," Arthur muttered, looking up in the sky.

It was already changing its color as the evening was coming closer and closer with every minute.

"We still have a long way back to camp, maybe we should set our camp here, huh?," he asked, looking at you.

You gave him a slight nod, not turning head to face him.

 You knew he was mad at you, as many times he repeated himself about ladies getting into fights. He wasn't fan of it, and you again lost control over your nerves. But you simply couldn't let those men to insult that other woman...

 "As you wish, Arthur. You're a leader here."

 Arthur sighed deeply, dismounting his horse. "What does not mean I don't care about your opinion," he shook his head, grabbing horse's rains

 It took him few minutes to find a nice place to set a camp. It was on the edge of a little forest, close to the river. "That should be enough. What do ya think?," Arthur asked and looked up at you.

You waited patiently until he helped you off the horse. As you felt ground under your feet, you smiled a bit. "Cozy as it can be," you looked at him.

He was a tall man, very handsome face and those eye you'd recognize everywhere.

"And it ain't gonna get cozier for sure," he summed up, taking the bedroll from his horse.

He walked with you to the place close to the river. It took his few minutes to set the camp for both of you. Soon, you were sitting on the bedroll in front of the fire. Arthur walked to you with a damp cloth in his hand, He sat down next to you. "Come on now, show me that pretty face."

You turned to him, not hesitating to look him in the eye. "Don't say anything, I know I shouldn't have done this, but you didn't make it easier with your indifference," you tried to explain yourself.

"Ya sure? I am not the one whose face look almost Marston's," Arthur laughed softly, he simply joked. Your face didn't look so bad, just a few scratches and little bruises. He quickly got serious.

"Sometimes it's better to not do anything. I mean yea, being a good man is classy but look at yourself, kid. You gonna get yourself killed one day," he muttered as he pressed wet fabric to wound on your forehead.

You hissed quietly, clenching hand on hem of his flannel shirt. You tried to keep a serious face, truth was however that not only your body but mostly your pride was hurt at that point.

"I still think I've done a right thing," you shrugged. "Dutch would be proud."

He smiled softly at your reaction. "Maybe, I know one thing. I ain't proud of ya. You got me pretty worried, kid."

Arthur continued to clean your face. When he was done, he kissed your forehead and gently touched your cheek. "Now... Here is my Y/N. You will be fine. Nothin' hurts, right?," he looked at you with concern in his gaze.

You leant to him, rolling yourself onto his lap. "Nothing. I'm a tough girl, did you forget?," you reached hand up to mess with his hair. "And how do you feel?"

Arthur smiled and sighed quietly, nuzzling to your neck. "Tough girl that gets herself into trouble more often than ANYONE in the gang." He wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, he just wanted to hold you close. To feel that you were really here with him. "I was really worried about you," he said finally looking at your face.

You made yourself comfortable on is laps, looking up at him. You touched his rough beard. Your fingers moved along it, only to caress his cheek. "I still have my opinion on that certain case."

Arthur leant into your touch and laughed after your words. He rested his forehead against your shoulder. "My God, kid, you are impassable," man sighed and kissed your neck gently. His hands slowly moved under your shirt, you could feel his rough palms on the soft skin of your back.

You smiled, sucking on your own lip. You closed your eyes, enjoying his strong touch on you. It made you shiver.

"You should lead us, not he," you stated firmly. "Everyone says it."

Arturh laughed at that and looked at you. "Did you lose your damn mind, kid? I'm none of a leader. You can say whatever you want but this ain't place for me.,” he said before unbuttoning few first buttons of your shirt while kissing your neck and jawline.

You messed with his hair further, your fingers tangled with his locks. "Maybe, but I feel like this and ain't change my mind though," you replied.

You giggled, a little blush appeared on your cheeks as he unbuttoned your shirt. "You're too fast, sometimes," you joked, shaking head.

Arthur completely ignored your words and moved shirt off your shoulders, and kissed them while one of his hands continued to open bottom of your shirt.

When he was done, his lips moved to yours and he pulled you into the kiss. Arthur's hands slowly slipped out of your shirt, he moved to your neck and purred deeply against it. "You are so beautiful," his hands gently tickled your stomach before resting on the waistband of your pants.

You were slightly pink on your face as blush hit you hardly. You let out a soft moan, looking him in the eyes. Your were glistening with sparkles at time. "Artie," you chuckled, grabbing his collar and pulling him deep down for the most loving kiss you could have provided.

Arthur kissed you back as his hand slipped inside of your pants. He continued to kiss you as his fingers started slowly circling your clit.

Arthur pulled away from the kiss to catch his breath and see your reactions at his touch. "You like it, sweetheart?,” he hummed.

Familiar excitement was already built deep inside your belly. Oh, how good his fingers were to you! How skilled!

"You've never replied me at the most important question. How many women did you have before me?," you knew that teasing him was probably a bad idea, yet you loved to see him furious.

You pretended you tried to unbutton his shirt, but after a brief moment of concern, you slipped hand down his strong yet covered chest, just to that bulge that was already forming in his old jeans.

"A few,” Arthur answered quickly, he didn't want to get into details at this point. He bucked his hips a bit to show you how hard he was.

"And you lady? How many men you had before me?," he asked as two of his fingers slipped deep into your cunt. They moved slowly in and out while his thumb was still playing with your clit. Arthur studied your face, trying his best to memorize your every reaction.

"A.... Few...," you moaned in reply and wry smirk on your lips.

You improved your position, slightly spreading your legs for him.

"Yhy, yeah, you definitely do some good job here, Art," you praised him lovingly, cupping your breasts as you rolled your head back. "Just like that and you'll get that honey pot."

He removed his finger out and laid you down on the bedroll. "Well, sweetheart, that sounds interesting," man purred before pulling your pants down, moments later he also had gotten undressed. He hovered over you, with this soft gently smile of his. "I love you, sweetheart," Arthur whispered before kissing you once again. After a short moment, he looked at you. "You ready?"

You gave the kiss back. Then, you locked your fingers to rub over your clit. "Now, yes," you smiled proudly, undoing your bra.

Arthur chuckled and he pushed deeply inside of you. He growled against your lips at the feeling of your walls around his cock, he wanted to cum right away, but he had to keep himself under control. "You feel so good, Y/N."

"Oh, shit...!," you only moaned, eyes wide opened. You grabbed his palm and squeezed it firmly.

You spread your legs even wider, your other hand moved to his back, you stroked his strong muscles.

His cock felt so wonderful inside of you. Yet, it hurt slightly, his size did matter.

"Just like this, darling," you whispered, trying to reach his jawline with your lips.

Arthur gave you a moment to get used to his size.

"You are such a good girl, Y/N," man purred quietly before he started to move his hips. Arthur's pace was slow and gentle at the beginning but soon, he found it hard to keep it. His thrusts became deeper and faster.

Your both hands were wrapped around his torso. You were inhaling deeply, every breath was a mess. The heat that radiated from him was oh so tender.

"Fuck, yes, just right there, Arthur, just like that. Fuck this cunt just like you do," you begged in a shaking tone.

You moved one hand between two of you to give his dick some strokes when he was getting out of your pussy.

Arthur growled loudly at the contact. "You’re gonna be a death of me, woman," he muttered and started to move even faster and harder now.

He moved one hand to gently stroke your clit.

You wrapped both legs around his hips and used all of your strengths to roll with Arthur, so you ended on top of him.

Your hands were placed on his chest, you moved up and down his shaft.

"You like that pussy?," you asked. "Oh, I bet you do, Art. Fill me like you do, honey. Fuck your sweet honey pot," you were moaning right into his ear.

Arthur let out a loud growl, looking up at you. You looked so beautiful, your hair all messy and your body naked, fully exposed to his eyes.

He moaned quietly and pushed hard into you, watching your breast bouncing with his every thrust. "Oh, I’m gonna fill you to the brim, girl," Arthur muttered grabbing your tights hardly.

He continued for more  than few minutes, than he quickly sat up and pushed into you as deep as it was only possible. He cum with loud growl, partly muffled by your shoulder.

You rode his cock further as you didn't cum yet. You pressed his chest, forcing him to lay back down.

You got up, his cock, still hard lightly, slipped out of your pussy with some wet noise, you leant down and kiss his jaw.

"Relax," you asked sweetly as you took his slick cock into your hand.

You pumped it a bit before taking him into your mouth.

"You’re really gonna kill me one day," Arthur mumbled, still trying to catch a proper breath. He growled loudly at the feeling of your warm, wet mouth around his thick cock. "Fuck... Y/N… What are you doing to me?," Arthur reached out, slowly moving his hand into your hair.

You only smiled, looking up at him. You bobbed your head up and down, taking him as deep into your throat as you could.

You hummed from time to time, sending some vibes to him. One of your hands were messaging his balls, while other one was fingering your own cunt.

Arthur was moaning at all the feelings he was experiencing because of your actions. His hand tightened in your hair, pulling them gently.

He could feel how hard he got again in your mouth and how close he has gotten to his second climax. His hips jerked softly as he pushed himself deeper into your mouth.

Anytime he was pushing his cock down your throat, you were sucking him oh so hardly. At the same time, you started stroking his hardened shaft, a slight grin on your lips.

You were still looking at him, moaning as you were making yourself wetter.

When he started leaking precum again, you stopped and climbed back onto his laps, sinking down onto his length and rocking hips for him.

"Well, hello there darling'," Arthur purred happily as soon as you were back on his cock and at his laps. His hands grabbed your hips tightly enough to leave bruises there. He started to fuck you deep and hard, making sure to hit every sensitive spot inside of you, he wanted to get his little revenge on you by making you cum hard.

"You think you can just play with me like that?," he growled against your ear, before biting it gently, then his lips moved to your neck to bite the soft skin there also.

"Yes, I can since you're my man," you whimpered, bouncing on him.

This time, you felt your climax approaching.

"Don't stop, don't you dare to stop!," at that point you were playing with your breasts, rolling hips for him.

He let out a short laugh and shook his head before focusing completely on his movements. His hand moved between your bodies to rub circles on your clit, to bring you to your climax faster.

"Who is a good girl huh?," Arthur asked against your neck. "Who likes when I make her feel good?"

"I'm your good girl," you moaned deeply. "I love it when you make me feel magnificent like now!," you yelled.

Your movements were more messy now, and soon you stopped them as the huge wave of pleasure hit you.

You screamed his name and smiled proudly, when you felt how he cum in you for the second time.

Arthur whimpered against your shoulder. Now he was hugging you closely. "You’re really gonna kill me one day, Y/N. I am not so young anymore."

It took him a moment to steady his breath, then he looked at you. "You know what,darling'? I love you," he hummed quietly.

You got off him, casually putting his leather jacket on your naked body.

You laid next to him, placing head on his chest and stroking his stomach. "I love you too, Mr Morgan."

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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 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…

*****************

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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Candy Case || Tony Stark x Reader

Summary: Reader gets some candies on Halloween 🎃 Unfortunately, someone eats all of them.Reader  tries to find out who is behind this.

Warnings: none

Words: 938

Author: Cass

A/N: this little oneshot was written for @loki-the-fox writing challenge. Thank you for the opportunity ☺

“Who ate all my candy?!!” You yelled loudly, your voice for sure echoed in every corridor in the tower.

Tony jumped out from his lab. “What?! Who ate who?! What?! Hulk ate Thor?!”

You looked at him blinking. “What? NO! Someone ate ALL MY candy!”

Tony looked at you annoyed. “Sweetheart… really? You know I love you but this is stupid.”

“STUPID!? Those were my candy! I worked hard to get them and someone ate them and I have no idea who.” You whimpered sadly.

Tony rolled his eyes and sighed. “Oh, come here, sweetheart.” He said and hugged you. “Those are just a candies. If you want, I can buy you whole factory.”

“Thanks but that’s not the point! Those were my Halloween candies, I worked hard on my costume. I wanted to eat them today. I’mgonna find out who ate them!” You said full of confidence.

Tony looked at you blinking, then he sighed deeply. “Okay, like you wish, Sherlock. If you find this person nor persons, come to me and I will arrest them.”

You rolled your eyes. “Very funny, better go back to your lab before something will blow up there.” You kissed his cheek and walked away.

You entered the gym to look for literally anyone in whole tower and you immediately saw Steve and Bucky.

Steve was doing pushups while Bucky was sitting on Steve’s back and reading book, it always looked kinda funny.

“Bucky? Steve? Can I bother you a bit?” You asked softly and walked to them closer.

Steve didn’t stop his work out. “Sure, Y/N. What’s wrong?”

Bucky read one more page and looked at you. “How can we help you? Come on, sit down.”

You chuckled and sat on Steve’s shoulders next to Bucky. “So, there is a thing. Someone ate my Halloween candies. Maybe you two know something?”

“You see! I just won 15$ from you, Bucky! I told you she was screaming something about candy.” Steve muttered.

“Shut up, punk and about your case, Y/N. No, sorry, we are here since this morning.” Bucky shook his head.

“Yea, we are really sorry, Y/N but if we find out something, you can be more than sure that we will tell you.” Steve said.

You sighed sadly and nodded. “Okay, thanks, boys. Don’t overwork yourself Steve. See you later.”

“See you!” They said together and then you left the gym

You walked trough living room when suddenly pillow hit you right into the head. “Hey! What the heck!” You looked around.

“God! Sorry, Y/N! I was aiming at Peter!” You heard Scott’s voice.

“Yea, sorry, please don’t tell Mr. Stark.” Peter said looking at you from the ceiling.

“Stark will know no matter what, kid, I mean f.r.i.d.a.y is watching!” Clint said and threw pillow at Peter. Poor boy fell down ontocarpet.

“Oh God! Peter, are you okay?” You walked to him and helped him get up.

“Yea, I am fine. I mean, I had worst.” He nodded.

You giggled and nodded. “Boys, I am glad I see you. I need to ask you something.” You began but Clint stopped you.

“Let me guess, you want to ask us if we know something about your candies.” He said and smiled.

“Exactly! Maybe one of you saw something or someone.” You said looking at three men, hopeful that they knew something.

“No, sorry, Y/N.” They said.

You sighed sadly and nodded. “Thank you anyway, boys.”

“Hey... if this will make you feel better, you always can join our pillow fight.” Scott offered, giving you his best smile.

“Thanks, Scott. Thank you all but I wanna find the person who did this to my candies. See you all later!” You waved at them and left.

You spend most of the day talking with other Avengers but you found out nothing. You finally lost hope and went to basement to Tony’s lab.

“Hey, sweetie!” You yelled walking inside. Tony was sitting in his chair, typing something on his computer. “Hey! You found someone? Who shall I arrest?” He asked and looked at you with smile.

“Shut up.” You muttered and sat on his laps, nuzzling to his chest.

“Oh, don’t be sad.  I will buy you like five candies factories.” Tony hugged you and kissed top of your head.

You smiled softly and just sat there, watching him working and looking around from time to time. Suddenly you saw something familiar on his desk, it was little bowl.

“Tony?” You asked and looked up at him.

“Mmm?” He only hummed in respond .

“Why this bowl is here?”

“What?” He looked at you and then at the bowl. “Ah I just found it in kitchen cabinet.” Tony shrugged.

“I put my candies into this bowl and put them into kitchen cabinet.” You looked at him frowning.

Tony looked at you slowly, smiling like an idiot. “Uhm... Sorry sweetheart...”

Peter walked to kitchen in the middle of the night. He walked through the living room when he heard growl-like sound from the couch. He shuddered, scared.

“GOD! No, don’t eat me! Whatever you are! I will give you everything!”

“Kid... What the hell are you doing here at this hour?” It was Tony.

Peter blinked. “Mr. Stark! What are you doing here on the couch?” He asked.

“Y/N kicked me out of the bedroom... I ate her candies.” Tony growled and hugged his pillow.

“Ohh... Ooh! That’s not good, sir.” Peter nodded and then quickly jumped to kitchen to grab a water. “So... Good night Mr. Stark.”

“Night..” He muttered and hid under the blanket. “I will never eat candies ever again.”

mental void || General Hux x Reader Drabble

Summary: General Hux visiting you in the hospital.

Warnings: none 

Words: 955

Request by: Anonymous

Authors: Rouge & Cass

You laid there quietly, keeping your eyes closed, matching your breaths to the beeping of the machines that surrounded the bed, the only indications of your heartbeat, your existence. Your legs were numb. Curiosity slowly pried open your swollen eyes to meet a dismal view of a grey colored hospital room, the door a navy blue. You immediately knew it was locked, this was to keep you in here, not them out. You slid your eyes sideways, they'd handcuffed your wrists to the bed bars. Short, but plenty deep cuts ran along your arms, beyond was your chart.

The door slid open and someone has entered the room. It was no one else but Armitage Hux, general of the First Order himself. "Ah! I see you are finally awake. How do you feel?" ginger man asked, his look was full of revulsion and disapproval. He walked closer to your bed, removing his leather gloves on the way.

"You want to know more about my mental illness but you’re scared to ask, that’s right isn’t it. How did I know that? I know these things, plus it’s kinda obvious after what have I done on the Jakku," you almost giggled but your laughter quickly faded away. "I almost got it, Hux. And I don't regret!"

He winced and shook his head. "Why would I be scared to ask about such a stupid thing. Do you think I care about your little, fragile mind? To be completely honest I am surprised that no one ever noticed how distorted your mind and behavior are," Hux explained, observing every inch of your body. "I always thought that mental illness drives the madness that helps in killing. Apparently, it pushes you more into self-destruction," man muttered, leaning over you.

You shrugged. "You think I care. As soon as I will leave this room, I'll try once again. And once again, and once again, until I will win," you smirked as you rolled your eyes, your blood preassure has incrased and it hit you hard. "I won't be serving as one of your killing machines, I would rather die than take part in all this."

General completely ignored your bubbling and continued with his own thoughts. "I am deeply shocked that you tried to desert, you were one of the best soldiers. How could you? We gave you everything," he said, looking around, and then his eyes moved to you. "Leave this room? Do you really think we will let you go anyway, just like that? You are really crazy."

You laughed shortly, trying to get up from bed. "Trust me, I will end that cruel crusade, sooner or later. First Order cannot just take whatever it wants. You'll be dead soon, trust me, General," you struggled with ties. "There's more than just me among your people. A lot of them don't agree with your policy. You'll see this, soon."

Hux smiled, watching your struggles. "Oh, trust me, no one is going to stand against me or The First Order. I will have to make sure they will dig deeper into your mind, hope that some more indoctrinations and some tortures will be just fine for you. I would use someone like you among my people," he said, gripping your chin and forcing you to look at him. "You will be just fine, sweetheart."

You spitted straight at his face, than laughed shortly, showing your teeth. "I think you should leave now, General," you said simply, turning your head aside. "We’re brought up in culture of fear and coercion, so what do you think comes out first when the mind loosens? That’s right, it is the scariest damn thing that can ever happen to you. The devil himself will come and unless you can face down every fear, own your guilt in a healthy way, you’re screwed, Hux. I know what have you done many years ago, so you do, too. It hunts you every sleepless night, right?"

Hux chuckled, wiping the spit from his face. "Listen, there was someone who thought just like you. He didn't end up well and no, it doesn't hunt me. I am more than happy that this old bastard is dead and I am happy with what I've done," he put his gloves back on and petted your head. "If I can be completely honest, I don't care about you nor others. You are just a cannon fodder. You are replaceable, no one care if you are dead or alive, no one will cry after your eventual death," man hummed, looking at you, "I do hope that some high voltage will help restore your mindset, so... Hopefully see you soon, CS-445 or Y/N."

After these words he simply left your room.

You struggled few more moments but when no result has come, you had given up. You put your head on a pillow, sighing loudly, deep inside you knew it was the beginning of your true end. Hux was a cruel, emotionless man, and you knew he would have done whatever to keep First Order strong. Your mind was dark, subsisting on the burnt tinder of who you were. In these ashes there was nothing to even renew a spark. All you could do was huddle in this moment, live from heartbeat to heartbeat. You felt like the world wasn't really there at all, like it was stolen and replaced with something empty, photoshopped, fake. It made sense in a weird way, the real world gave you feelings of joy. You felt connected to it, part of it. But either it was taken away or you were; every second of every minute of every day, all you could do was to float in the void.

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