Just a quick little imagine to keep my main squeeze happy because I know she thinks Evans is absolutely adorable. @bitch-m-fabulous
“Do the thing.” You poke Chris’s chest.
“No.” He playfully slaps your hands away.
“Just do the thing.”
“You moved last time.” He protests.
“I need to know what the thing is.” Rob cut in.
“You know what it is.” Seb smirks.
“Do it. Do it.” You begin a chant that the others join in.
“Fine!” Chris shouts making the room fall silent. You turn
to him standing as tall as you can without locking your knees. Then you look
him in the eye as you lean your head down. Chris takes a few steps back and
then without touching you jumps clear over your head.
“Ooooooo,” The room cheers.
“I didn’t flinch!” You congratulate yourself. Chris
surprised you didn’t flinch as well turns back and lifts you in a hug. You two
run around the room like this accepting high fives.
“Now what we really want to see it Y/N jump Chris.” Rob
suggests. Your head whips around to look at Chris.
“Chris?” You say as sweetly as possible. He cringes already
knowing what you are going to say.
“Let me try.”
“No.” The room explodes in laughter again as Chris begins
telling you why that is a bad idea and you resume your child like pestering.
A/N: The song is
Patsy Cline’s ‘Crazy’. I sang this at a karaoke bar, recently, and it’s been stuck in my
head… so I figured this would be the song I would use for this fic… Hope you like it! ALSO I do the same thing as her… I totally stress bake LOL
Y/N = Your name. Y/M/N = Your middle name.
Not really a song-fic,
just includes the song for the plot… unless that still counts… I DON’T KNOW!!
swears, a lot…? Fighting, blood, etc.
some peace and quiet, I thought to myself, sitting in the empty Cryo lab
that held the frozen Winter Soldier.
Things had been hectic in the last
couple years. My sister, Sharon, had recruited me to sit in Wakanda with her
“we don’t talk about what we are, but we are” boyfriend,
Captain-fucking-America, and I was less than pleased. Before all of this, I was
a 23 year old who was just starting training to become a SHIELD agent. Then, things
went to shit. S.H.I.E.L.D disbanded, and I was forced to lay low, because I was
another Carter associated with them. My sister had joined the CIA as a cover,
and I was stuck trying to figure out what else I wanted to do with my life.
I had just started classes at a community college when the Sokovian
Accords caused a Civil War. Sharon had made me go into hiding, because she was
worried that I was going to get hurt. As if I didn’t know how to defend myself.
Then she had to go and get herself fucking involved. She had decided it would
be a great idea to help Steve, who was a fucking fugitive at the time. When
that shit was over, she sent me to Wakanda to be protected with King T’Challa.
So, here I was, two years later.
Sitting in the lab, again, doing
online college work under an alias, with my headphones in, trying not to let
the frozen soldier freak me out.
Both of you were walking hand in hand through New York. Everything was peaceful and you were elated. The day was so nice and you couldn’t help but feel happy. Your happiness was rubbing off on Steve and he had a big smile on his face.
You leaned into him as you walked and he moved so that he could wrap an arm around you waist. Your smile widened and you closed your eyes with a content sigh. “I love you.” You whispered without opening your eyes.
He chuckled and placed a kiss on the top of your head. “I love you too (f/n).” You continued your comfortable walk before eventually stopping at a bench.
“Today is such a beautiful day. Wouldn’t you agree Steve?” He nodded and closed his eyes. You looked around the small park you both were sat in and just people watched. It was a habit of yours. Living with Steve taught you to always be on the lookout for danger. No matter where you were, danger could be lurking at any corner.
Bucky has worked for the Adult Entertainment Industry for a couple of years now while he sees himself through college. The money is good, the people are great and the sex is awesome - altogether it’s great fun. It gets better the day he gets paired up with new guy Steve Rogers who is just about the cutest barely legal twink that Bucky has ever seen in his life.
He was too self-conscious to act, modelling didn’t pay enough, and time out of school for the medical trial that fixed his body had left him barely scraping a pass on his GED. He shared an apartment with a burlesque dancer, and she’d talked him into it over a weekend and way too much tequila.
Three pictures and one embarrassingly short amateur jerk-off video later, and here he is.
Bucky Barnes, aka the Soldier is one of Stark Naked’s most popular models. Having worked in the adult film industry for a few years, he’s gotten used to the daily flow of things. Not to mention also earning himself Stark Naked’s “Naked Boy” of the Year, and something of a reputation for being a powertop.
So when his favorite director, Sam, calls him in for an unscheduled shoot, Bucky figures it’ll be more of the same. What he’s most definitely not prepared for is meeting their newest model, Steve Rogers–who personally requested Bucky for his first scene. Not only is Steve the hottest guy Bucky’s ever seen, he’s sweet and adorable and cuddly and… Bucky’s never hit it off so well with another model before.
Bucky, despite standing in the back of the store staring at an entire wall of DVDs, still couldn’t quite fathom how he made it into a porn shop. Then again, there were a number of things that he couldn’t quite always imagine himself doing, and yet he happened upon such situations regardless. However, the porn shop was a new and—still undecided whether or not it was wanted—impressive feat.
I had so much fun writing this one. Like seriously. Oh my gods. I
was worried at first that I would find it difficult to get the right
amount of teasing in this story but after re-reading and a little
editing, I think it turned out alright. Thank you so much to mattandbenedict for this wonderful, wonderful request. Also, azul23blue, I believe you were looking forward to this one too.
Request: Can you do a oneshot where Nat and the other avengers tease you about
your crush on Steve,but he doesn’t get that the obvious comments are
about him. Somehow(maybe they tell him,idk) he finds out and can’t
believe it and you two kiss. Lots of fluff❤
“Well, well, well,” Tony smirked as you walked into the room, “Isn’t someone looking a little patriotic today?”
Without realising it, you had indeed co-ordinated your outfit with the red, white and blue of both the American flag… and Steve’s shield. A pair of navy blue jeans, a white shirt and a red leather jacket were the main components to your apparel for the day. You also were wearing a necklace that had a star as the pendant – it had been a gift from Steve last Christmas so you never took it off – but again, it was all coincidental.
Shooting daggers at Tony, you took a sip from the hot mug of coffee in your hands. You weren’t officially an Avenger (Fury hadn’t said the magic words including “Avengers” and “Initiative”) but everybody acted like you were. You’d saved Natasha’s life in the streets of New York without realising who it was. She had been deep in a conversation over her earpiece with Tony. It didn’t really matter what he was talking about – just the fact that it was Tony speaking meant that somebody was going to get offended and this time it was Natasha. Whilst heavily involved in her conversation, the red-headed agent hadn’t noticed the speed at which a drunk driver was barrelling around the corner.
Thanks to you hurling yourself at her, she wasn’t hit – although she did get a bruised hip and a stonking headache. In return, she offered you dinner and the pair of you hit it off. After that point, you’d been invited back to the Avengers Tower multiple times and you’d met the others. Though you hated to admit it – so you never did – the first time you saw Steve, you thought he was perhaps one of the most beautiful men you had ever met. His smile, his goofy laugh, and the way he ran his hands through his hair were adorable. When combined with his brave, chivalrous personality and his heart of gold, you could see why every woman you knew fawned over Captain America.
And that was the problem.
Every woman you knew fawned over Captain America. There were literally fan clubs across the US that had gathered solely with the intention of appreciating his chiselled abs or his cute butt (you could’ve sworn you saw something on the internet regarding a fan club called “Captain Ass-merica Appreciation Society”). Either way, you refused to let yourself become one of those people and so denied the feelings that were stirring within you.
However, what you couldn’t help was everybody else noticing how you wouldn’t shut up about him, how you complimented him regularly when he wore blue because it matched his eyes, how you smiled every time someone mentioned his name – it was pathetic how easily your body betrayed you. Pretty quickly, every single one of the Avengers had cottoned on to how you felt about him. Except two people – Steve and yourself.
“Speaking of which, where is the star-spangled stud today?” Tony said, taking a sip of his own drink. You had walked into the kitchen where everybody except for Steve had ‘assembled’. A pot of coffee had recently been made and most had a cup of it. Bruce was the only one without: “Caffeine and I don’t really… mix well.” He’d said the first time you’d made the mistake of offering him some.
“Apparently, he’s having a lazy day. I wouldn’t expect him to move from his room for some time.” Natasha said nonchalantly. If you didn’t think so highly of the assassin, you’d be a little disconcerted about how she seemed to know everything about everyone at any one time. “So that gives us the day to talk about him behind his-”
I was sitting on the dock and a guy rode by in an American flag morph suit and American flag cape. My cousins and brother chanted “USA” as the boat passed and that is what it is really like in America God bless