Fandom Imagines

Hi! I'm going to be making, as you can see, fandom imagines. It's going to be F + Reader fanfictions. Now I want you readers to help me make this. I would really like it if you readers would comment who you would like me to write about. Also, most of the time when it's me, the author, talking, the text will be bold. To start of a new story, I will write a Steve Rogers/Captain America + Reader fanfiction. Thank you, I hope you enjoy and don't forget to please request!

Steve Rogers/Captain America + Reader-

It's going to be a long day. I know that for sure.

I walked behind the bar, putting on my apron. After that was done, I snatched my Guest Check Pad (I think that's what it's called) from the counter and waited for a customer to come through the door.

As if on cue, a group of five walked in the door. I got up off the stool I was sitting, fixed my apron, and walked over to the table. When I approached it, I immediately recognized two people: Natasha Romanoff and Steve Rogers. They were regulars here, not always for the bar, but jut for food.

They didn't notice me right away, and I was fine with that. Someone at the table who did notice me right away was a man with dark brown hair and a bit of a goatee. To be honest, he looked kind of familiar. He nudged the man next to him, who had kind of black hair.

I ignored his flirty look towards me, and put a smile on my face. "Hi everyone. My name is Y/N, and I will be your waitress today." This got the attention of Steve and Natasha.

They both smiled at me. "Hey, Y/N." Natasha said to me.

The Player-Like-Man looked at her, a little bit of shock on his face. "You know her?"

This earned a chuckle from everyone at the table and a giggle from me. "Yeah. Whenever Steve and I come here, Y/N is our waitress." Natasha explained.

The Player-Like-Man now looked at Steve, shock still kind of on his face. "Y/N, that is Tony Stark," Steve pointed at the guy who was talking earlier. That's why he looked so familiar. He's the billionaire. Steve continued, "Next to him is Bruce Banner, and next to Natasha is Clint Barton."

I looked them all. "It's nice to meet friends of Steve and Natasha. Now what can I get you to drink?" I asked, pulling my Guest Check Pad (Still don't know if that's right) out of my apron pocket.

After I got all their drinks, (Too lazy to type that all out) I went back behind the bar and took out the page with the drinks and gave it to the cook. While I was waiting to give the group their drinks, and later their food, I served a couple more tables and occasionally went over to there and talked to the group. Whether I was near the table or not, I stole glances at Steve. To be honest, every since the first time he walked in those doors, I've had my eye on him. I mean, his beautiful blue eyes match his beautiful blonde hair. His build, no matter what kind of shirt he wears, you can see his muscles.

I must have been daydreaming, because the next thing I know is being hit on the head by Caroline, my boss and friend. "Earth to Y/N!"

I shock my head and looked at Caroline quickly. "S-sorry." I rubbed the spot where she hit with a menu, looked over to Steve's table to see that they were all done, sighed, grabbed their receipt, and walked over to the table. "So I saw that you people were done, so here's the receipt when you're ready." I set it down on the table and walked back to the bar.

After a couple of minutes, I heard the front open. In looked up and saw Steve's group exiting the bar/restaurant.

I sighed, and continued to clean part of the bar counter.

"Everything alright, Y/N?" Startled by the familiar voice, I look up, only to come face to face with Steve.

"S-Steve, I thought you left with your friends." I said, looking back at the counter, trying to hind the blush I know is spread across my face.

Steve just chuckled for some reason. "I actually was hoping to... talk to you... um... privately." He said, as if he was pondering if he really wanted to do this.

I stopped cleaning the counter and looked up. "Um... Sure." I got out from behind the bar, but before I did I told Caroline that is was taking a little break. I motioned for Steve to follow me, which he did, and walked out of the bar/restaurant. We walked father down the sidewalk so we weren't near anybody.

We stood there in awkward silence for a little. I was the one to break it. "So... what did you want to tell me?" I asked, too shy to look directly at him.

He cleared his throat. "It's just... suddenly, I can't stop thinking about you. It's like you're some kind of magnet, and I'm being pulled to you. I haven't felt like this in a long time, and I don't know what to do. I'm worried that one wro-"

Before he could finish his thought I wrapped my arms around his neck and smashed my lips onto his. Almost immediately, Steve wrapped his arms around my waist and started kissing me back. It seemed like we stood there, lips locked, for hours, when it only was a couple seconds.

When we pulled apart, A smiled formed on my lips. "I feel the same way, Steve." I manged to breathe out.

Steve smiled at me and pulled m to him for another kiss.