but lets be honest any day where i see steve is awesome

All Tangled Up

Original request from my darling rose @formyfandoms:  Good Evening, Miss Erin! I was here, wondering if I could get a request? I’m thinking maybe a Steve thing, where your super close to Tony, Bruce and Vision, until one night, you’re having a super tough time, and the three are busy with one thing or another, and Stevie, who let’s say has been ‘crushing’ invites himself into your room to watch Netflix, and have cuddles, and then falls asleep with you, and wakes up cuddling you, and lil kisses? If you can do this, thank thank you so much! Love you!

A/N: Okay, it might not be 100000% true to the prompt, but it’s damn near close and I’m pretty proud of it. I really hope you like it!!!!

Pairing: StevexReader

Word Count: 1615

Warnings: None

“Bruce, where are you guys?”

“I’m sorry, (Y/N), but Tony and I were asked to bring Vision to the New York sanctum. You know that Strange has been trying to study all of the infinity stones he has access to.”


“We don’t know what his magic can do, and we don’t want to piss him off. You know what happened last time we underestimated someone with manipulative powers.”’

“Yeah, I know.”

“I know it’s tough, but I promise we’ll be home as soon as we possibly can.”

I nod, regardless of whether or not he can see. “Okay. Alright, I can work with that.”

“What?” Bruce’s voice sounds distant, like he’s holding the phone away from his face. “It’s (Y/N). What? Tony, you have to look at me when you’re talking to me. Tony-Tony, please, I’m trying to talk to- what?” I hear him sigh in exasperation. “He wants to know if he can talk to you.”

“Of course he can.”

The other end is silent as Bruce hands off the phone to Tony. “Hey, kid, how’s it going?”

I roll my eyes. “I’m not a kid, Tony.”

“Whatever,” He laughs. “What’s up? You doing okay?”

“I’m having a rough day. I miss you guys.”

“We should be home soon, don’t worry. We could be done faster if Mr. Mysterious would let go of Vision’s head and let him show the good doctor what he can do!”  From the volume of his voice I can only assume he’s leaning away from the phone and yelling at the sorcerer, trying to get him to do what he wants.

“It’s okay, Tony. I can figure out how to deal until you get back.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, just don’t get yourself killed while you’re there.” My brow furrows. “Sounds like you’re already picking a fight.”

“Don’t worry, (Y/N). The guy has some pretty fantastic facial hair. We’ll bond. Soon we’ll be awesome facial hair bros. It’s going to happen. Just you wait and see.”

I laugh. “Don’t forget to trademark that one.”

“Don’t worry, I’m already contacting a paralegal to make sure it happens. I-what?” Tony’s voice fades away as he pulls the phone away from his mouth. “Sorry, looks like I have to let you go.”


“We’ll see you as soon as we get back.”

“Alright, see you soon.”

The line goes dead and I flop down on my bed and stare at the ceiling.

“Hey, (Y/N), you alright?”

I turn my head towards the source of the voice and find Steve in the doorway of my room. I shrug and turn back to the ceiling. “I’m gonna be honest with you, Steve. I’m not really having the best day.”


“Yup. I’m having a less than great day and my support system is probably somewhere in Manhattan, yucking it up with the sorcerer supreme.”


“Tony, Bruce and Viz are at the New York sanctum so Doctor Strange can study the infinity stone stuck in Vision’s head and I miss them. A Lot.”

“Oh,” Steve’s tone indicates that he may have finally understood. “Is there anything I could do to help?”

I shrug again. “I don’t know. Unless you want to lay in bed with me all day and binge watch Glee, then the answer is probably gonna be ‘no’.”

He shrugs and saunters over to my bed, plopping down beside me and propping his socked feet up on the mattress. “What season are you on right now?” He asks, scooting up towards the headboard.

“Five,” I answer, heaving myself up into a sitting position and grabbing my laptop from beside my bed. He groans and lets his head fall back against the headboard with a quiet thud. I look at him with my eyebrows raised questioningly. “What?”

“Are you just starting the season?”

“Yeah, why?”

“I’m gonna cry.”

“Why?” I open up my laptop and select the first episode of the season. “Is Captain America a big fat softie?”

“I’ll have you know I am very in touch with my emotions.”

“Yeah, sure,” I snort and roll my eyes.

“Shh, watch the show.”

“What the fuck!?” I yell, slamming the laptop shut and rubbing tears away with the butt of my hand. “What the hell!”

“I told you!” Steve says, wiping away his own tears.

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I have to listen to you.” I grouse. “Fucking Glee, messing with my emotions. Shit.”

“Do you need a hug?”

“Fuck you,” The words tumble out of my mouth before I can stop them. We sit silently for a moment before I turn to Steve and wrap my arms around his middle. “Yes.”

Steve laughs shakily and wraps his arms around my shoulders, shuffling us down the bed and pulling a blanket up and over us before opening my laptop again and starting the next episode. “It’ll get better.”

“Lies,” I growl into his chest. “Lies and slander.”

“Well, you’re just going to have to keep watching, now aren’t you?”

“Fine,” I grumble. “But I’m kicking your ass if it ends badly.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” He murmurs. I feel him smile against my hair as the next episode starts.

Somewhere around the middle of the Christmas special, I feel my eyelids growing heavy and I can’t stay awake any longer.

I drift in and out of consciousness, occasionally hearing the dialogue from the show in the background.

“Hey, doll, you still with me?” Steve asks quietly.

I shake my head no and press my face more firmly into his side, chasing after the warmth his body radiates.

I feel a laugh rumble through his chest and his body shifts a little before he pulls the covers up to my shoulders. He rolls onto his side and rests his arm over my waist, his warmth seeping through the blankets.

I hum contentedly and cuddle into him before drifting off completely.

If (Y/N) could see the stupid smile plastered on Steve’s face, she would probably laugh. He fondly remembers her teasing over him crying over Glee and shakes his head.

She looks so incredibly peaceful and the way she’s pressed against his body makes his heart pound so hard that he’s certain (Y/N) can hear it.

He runs the pad of his thumb over her cheekbone before gently combing through her hair. She makes a quiet needy sound at the back of her throat and takes a fistful of his shirt to pull herself closer to him.

Steve swears his heart stops and he can’t help wrapping his arms around her. He doubts she would let him do this if she were anywhere close to lucid, but he’s glad that he gets to hold her while he can.

(Y/N) buries her face in his chest and Steve’s eyes shutter closed.

He falls asleep to the sound of (Y/N)’s gentle, even breathing.

“Steve?” His name is out of my mouth before I’m even fully awake.

“Hmm?” He hums sleepily, one of his hands gently combing through my hair.

“Did I fall asleep on you?”

I feel more than hear the chuckle that jolts through his chest. “Yeah, kind of.”

“Sorry,” I mumble, hiding my face against his chest. “Wait, are we cuddling?”

I feel Steve tense up and slowly move his arms away from my body. “Sorry…”

“I’m not saying that was an invitation to stop.” I say hastily, pulling his arms back around me. “Why would you be sorry?”

“Well, I mean… you were asleep and I just…” He looks away from me, a dark blush creeping across his cheeks. I carefully reach up and push his hair away from his forehead.

“Steve, just tell me.”

“You have to promise not to laugh.”

“You know I can’t promise that.” I lift my eyebrows at him, prompting him to continue.

He sighs loudly and rolls his eyes before taking another deep breath and answering my question.

“I’ve had a crush on you for so long and you just looked so content, I couldn’t help it.” He finally meets my eyes and I can’t help the smile that finds its way onto my face. “Why are you smiling?”

“Because your an adorable, bashful, dumb dork.” I shake my head. “I’ve probably had a crush on you since I joined the team.”

“You what?!”

“I can’t believe you didn’t notice!”

“How could I have?!”

“How could you not, Cap?” Tony’s voice sounds from the doorway. “What with her constant mooning over you always saying things like, “Oh, Steve is so handsome! He’s so strong and capable!” He says in a mocking falsetto, his hands clasped together and fluttering his eyelashes. “I wish he’d let me show him what I’m capable of.”

“Okay, that’s quite enough from you!” I declare, grabbing one of my throw pillows and chucking it at Tony’s head.

“Hey!” Tony protests, batting the pillow out of the air.

“Get outta here!” I say, holding up another pillow.

“Okay, okay! I’ll leave you two to your gross shenanigans.” Tony says, running away from the second throw pillow as it sails through the air towards him.

I settle back into Steve and he chuckles softly.

“So you like me, huh?” Steve murmurs.

“Oh shut up,” I mutter, pulling his face down to mine and pressing my lips against his. He smiles against my mouth and wraps his arms around my middle, pulling me against his body before deepening the kiss.

He breaks away and peppers kisses across my cheeks and around my lips before pressing a chaste kiss against my lips. “As long as you keep kissing me like that, I’ll do anything you say, doll.”

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What are we going to do on Christmas

Summary: You never loved Christmas but your boyfriend do so when the time come you let him choose do whatever he wants od the special date. You just didn’t think that he would use this chance for surprising you with the most perfect Christmas that you ever had.

Words: 2676 ( Officially the biggest thing I ever wrote.)

Paring: Steve x Reader

Warnings: Fluffy and Smut (oral sex, spanking and unprotected sex be safe kids.) You might want Steve as your boyfriend when you finish reading this.

Originally posted by master-of-duct-tape

 .“What are we going to do on Christmas?“ You look at your boyfriend Steve on the bed with you "I don’t know what you want to do?” He looks at you like you just had killed a puppy and you are confused “You don’t know? The person who plans her birthday six months earlier, the one who throw me a surprise party with a 40’s theme, the only person who Tony let have an opinion in his party’s don’t know what is gonna do on Christmas the biggest holiday of the year?“

“Yeap that one.” He gets up and you can see that he is hurt and confused by the look in his eyes “But you love the holidays … What are we gonna do now?” You get closer to him putting your hands on his “We are gonna do whatever you want to do, you can even boss me around if you want to. Anything for you have the perfect holiday.”

“I don’t like to boss you around.” Why he couldn’t understand that you just weren’t in the mood for a big party? You would do whatever he wanted to do. “Of course you like Steve you even get off on that.” Your sex joke put him in a better mood “Only when you are naked.”

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What a Disappointment (Part 2/2-Final) (Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes x reader)

Requests that I can tie in to this one:

1. The reader leaves the Avengers when something bad happens to her, so she opens up her own bakery. Where the avengers keep trying to convince her to come back?

2. I’ve been holding onto this one for a long time. On a mission, the main leader of Hydra lures them to the boiler room. And the Hydra leader is giving his grand soliloquy, but really, he is going to shoot the gas containers and sacrifice himself for the death of all the Avengers. The reader notices this and steps right in front of the bullet. The reader blacks out. When she wakes up, all the Avengers thank her for saving their lives. Can this have a lot of fluff and a happy ending? Thank you!


Part 1

Immediately after the jet landed and the door opened, you ran from the hangar and to your room, with Bucky quickly following so he could try to stop you from leaving.  He was calling for you to stop, but you consciously tried to block him out, knowing that seeing or talking to him would only make this harder and would likely break your resolve.  Once you reached the door to your room, he was there, grabbing your arm to hold you back.

“Damn super soldier speed,” you mumbled to yourself, “Buck, let go.”

“(Y/N), please wait.  Talk to me. Don’t leave us, please.”  He still wasn’t releasing you, his grip almost too strong and beginning to sting your skin.  “I need you to stay.”

You squeezed your eyes shut and yanked your arm firmly to release his hold with a small grunt, “Bucky, I’m sorry.  I have to focus on what I need to do, please understand that.”  Still refusing to look at him, you pushed your door open and slammed it shut behind you with as much force, hoping that he wouldn’t try to follow.  

Of course, Steve was right behind Bucky, joining him as the door closed but pushing him aside so that he could attempt to talk to you about your plans and what it meant to the team.  He wouldn’t openly admit it if asked, but he also wanted to know what it would mean for his friend if you left, worried that it could affect him more than either of you realized.

“(Y/N), I need you to open the door,” Steve said calmly, doing his best to hold in his anger.  

“Go away, Steve!”

“I can’t do that, (Y/N).  I’m your S.O., and you will open it now.  We need to talk about this.”

“You need to mind your own business!”

“(Y/N),” he said calmly and evenly, “I didn’t know, okay?  I had no idea that he was your dad.  I swear.  Just let me in.”

“Fuck off, Steve!”

Steve sighed and turned to Bucky, completely exasperated and angry with his lack of progress with you.  He rubbed his hand over his face in frustration and lowered his voice to whisper to himself, “I’m gonna end up kicking this door in, and Tony isn’t gonna let me hear the end of it.”

“Steve, is that really-“

With a quick glance to his friend, he planted his foot firmly against the door, sending it flying into your room with a crash that shook the floor beneath your feet.  Steve turned back to him, completely straight-faced yet looking slightly pleased with himself.  “Yes, absolutely necessary.”

“Have you completely lost your mind?” you yelled, rushing forward to stand facing him, your fists clenched at your sides, “I said not to come in here!  I thought you were the one with manners around here!”

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“What part of ‘I’m leaving’ isn’t sinking through your thick skull, Steve? It’s not your concern where, you only need to know that I won’t be here.”  You turned to return to your packing, frantically throwing your clothing and other random items into your suitcase.  “I need to distance myself from the Avengers as far as I can.  I need to become someone else.”

Both Steve and Bucky took a few steps towards you, but you shot them a warning glare that stopped both men quickly in their tracks.  Steve nodded his head for his friend to try to talk to you, knowing that he was unlikely to get any farther himself.  

“(Y/N), we can protect you here.  If you leave…if you hide…what if something happens and we can’t find you? I can’t let that happen to you.”

“I’m sorry, Buck,” you whispered, your voice cracking, “I’m sorry that I don’t see any other way, and that this has to end for your safety as much as my own.”  You were trying to hold your emotions in check, beginning the process of distancing yourself from him, beginning the pain that felt as if it were tearing you in half.  “You can’t change my mind.”


“No, you guys, listen to me,” you said sternly, throwing your last few items into the suitcase harshly and yanking the zipper around it.  “one of two things are going to happen now. My dad was the head of HYDRA, and now he’s dead.  I’m the one who killed him, and they all know it.  Either they’re going to kill me, or they’re going to take me and brainwash me into their new leader as his successor.  Do you understand me now?  Do you see why I need to disappear?  Either option isn’t an option for me.”

“Where will you go?” Steve asked quietly, giving you a small nod of understanding.  He knew that the Avengers could do their best to protect you, but any mission involving HYDRA would become problematic if they needed to keep you safe from them at the same time; your presence could compromise the job.

“Where I hope that you’ll never find me, Steve.”

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Always (Steve Rogers x Reader)

A/N: another request down. I’m so behind today. This gif, just because.

Prompt: Can I request where reader is Steve’s ex gf and she’s the one who found Bucky so it’s Iike he only trusts and talks to her and steve gets jealous bc of this and tries to win her back? Tnx ur writing is amazing

Originally posted by myworldrevolvesaroundfood

You were currently at your apartment, sitting on the couch, with an arm around your shoulders. But how come it wasn’t Steve? Oh, that’s right because you two were done now. But it wasn’t as bad as it sounded, seeing as it was his best friend, Bucky. Okay, well maybe it was. Having your ex-boyfriend’s friend over your apartment to talk was a little sketchy. You were just walking around New York when you ran into a guy. When you looked up to apologize, something clicked in your head and you realized his face. This man was familiar for some reason. Oh my, is that Bucky? After confronting the stranger, and finding out it was Bucky and explaining how you knew about him, you offered to call Steve right away. However, Bucky objected and agreed to go back to talk, only if Steve wasn’t notified. Weird, but okay. So now the two of you were sitting on the couch, talking.

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