Chris and Co. Oneshots

Full Moon- Steve Rogers x Reader (A/B/O) Part 1

Warning: Mention of death, bad past, Brock being an asshole.

A rowdy bar in the city on a Friday night wasn't typically my scene, but I'd been practically dragged out by my friend and had no option. I was sat at the bar, beer bottle in hand as I looked out onto the dance floor. My friend, a fellow omega, was dancing right in the middle on the dance floor swaying her hips in an attempt to grab the attention of the many alphas around. I see her eye up a guy with long dark hair and begin dancing towards him.

"is that your friend?" I hear someone say behind me, I turn to see a large blond-haired man smiling down at me.

"the girl, yeah it is" I say chuckling slightly "is that your friend she's dancing with?" I ask him nodding over to the pair of them.

"yeah, it is" he smirks running his hand through his hair. I look up at him trying to figure him out, he was clearly an alpha but not like any alpha I've ever seen before. He didn't seem arrogant or cocky, there was an air of uncertainty around him.

"I'm (Y/N)" I say holding out my hand for him to shake.

He seems taken aback slightly by my forwardness for a moment but quickly recovers "steve" he smiles shaking my hand.

"I have to say you're not like a typical alpha" I tell him taking a sip of my drink, he laughs at my comment.

"should I be offended at that?" he asks flagging down the bar tender and ordering a beer for himself.

I shake my head "no not at all, in a good way, like you actually seem interested and not looking for something easy, and you're definitely not cocky" I tell him noticing the slight hint of red appearing on his ears.

"you're not like a typical omega either" he smirks taking a sip of his beer.

I shrug my shoulders nonchalantly "been on the run the last year, that sort of thing makes you a bit older" I tell him the alcohol running through my veins making my lips loose.

He furrows his brows in concern "on the run? What happened to your pack?" he asks sitting up slightly, I bite my lips slightly realising what I'd done "hey its okay, I don't mean to pry, I'm just concerned that all" he says putting a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

instantly feel more at ease and calm "my pack wasn't a good one, my dad was incredibly controlling, especially after my mother was killed by hunters" I tell him looking over at my drink, picking the label off "my dad decided the pack needed strengthening so he wanted to join pack with the Rumlow pack, the price for joining packs was me. My dad promised me to Brock, the leader of the pack but there was no way I could be his mate so I ran" I finish still not able to meet his eyes.

I feel his hand take mine, I look over to see him looking at me sympathetically "hey look its okay, I hate the Rumlow pack too, and if you ever need somewhere to hide, or help, you can ask me" he tell me. I smile back at him thankful that he understood, but my smile faltered when I caught a whiff of a bad scent.

"what wrong?" steve asks squeezing my hand slightly and looking over at me concerned.

"they're here, brock and his pack" I say my eyes darting round the room trying to spot them or look for an escape, "does that offer still stand?" I ask turning back to look at steve.

He nods his head "of course, what do you want?" he says glancing round the room.

"be my mate" I tell him.

He looks back at me shocked "wait... what..." he mutters confused.

"not for real just pretend for now" I ask him desperately looking up at him begging.