captain rogers

Make Me

Request:

Word Count: 1,145

Warnings: None

A/N: Finally! I managed to write something! Granted, this was written entirely at work and it’s fairly short, but hey. Progress. Also, this was fun, so thanks for the request @grassmagic. The gif is not mine.

You sat at the table, not hearing a word of the conversations happening around you. You stabbed at your potatoes, your narrowed eyes trained on the man sitting across from you. He stared right back, his blue eyes piercing and unyielding. It’s not like you had been unnecessarily reckless. Sure, you’d ended up in a stickier situation that you usually liked to deal with, but you’d managed. Steve, on the other hand, seemed to have a different idea.

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Runes - Wedded Union (marriage rune)

Shadowhunters AU featuring superhusbands co-leading the New York Institute! im gonna do a few more of these; with WinterWidow and showcasing the bonds of Parabatai between some of the Avengers at a later time~ (´ω`)

Advent 2016: Day 5

Because it’s cold and Steve tends to run hot anyway

This is for fandomfrolics, because she loves AvAc!Steve’s clothes as much as I love AvAc!Tony’s gauntlet.

Black & Blue (One-Shot)

Originally posted by as-valentine

Anonymous request: Could you do a one-shot where Bucky finds out reader is in a abusive relationship and he saves her from it?

Warnings: angst, violence, psychological abuse, swearing

Word count: 2127

Italics are reader’s thoughts


You had just arrived back home from work, and you weren’t surprised to see your ‘lover’ passed out on the sofa with a vodka bottle in hand. You scoffed and rolled your eyes, did you expect anything less? Brock was always an asshole when he was drunk, and he was drunk all the time. Alcoholic. 

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Imagine Chris helping you through a hangover.

A/N: Part 2, y'all. ✌🏻️ You can read this as a standalone or go over and read Part 1, ‘Imagine admitting you want to marry Chris while you’re drunk.’ Whatever you feel like, this is for your enjoyment; you don’t have to feel obligated. Also- I’ve decided to make this a four part thing, maybe five if I decide to write the wedding. Inbox me if you want to be tagged to this mini-series. Anyhooooo, that’s all I have to say. Bisous 💋

You awoke with the world’s worst hangover; it wasn’t the first time but it’d been a long time since you’d one with this level of discomfort. You’d heard the saying ‘it hit me like a train’, now you were actually experiencing it. You couldn’t remember much of last night, you just knew you partied a little too hard at Carly’s bachelorette party. You couldn’t even remember how you got home, you suspected it was Luca- your best friend and only sober member- that put you in a cab. You made a mental note to call her, as well as Chris, to inform them that you were in fact alive.

You opened your eyes and immediately closed them again, wincing at the tiniest amount of sunlight peeping through the blue curtains. Blue curtains? Weren’t your curtains purple? You were in too much pain to take a second look; you weren’t overly concerned, you were sure it was just your hangover messing with your vision. You groaned and grabbed the nearest pillow, burying your face in blackout darkness because somehow closing your eyes weren’t enough. Fatigue and nausea washed over you, finalizing your decision to stay in bed all day. A bed that- oddly didn’t feel like your bed.

You pushed the pillow off your face and forced your eyes open to take in the room that was definitely not yours; you were in too much of a daze to realize it was Chris’. You sat up a little too quickly and your head spun, the urge to throw up everything you ate and drank last night overwhelmed you. You groaned and hunched over, burying your face in the bundle of sheets while pressing your fingers against your throbbing temples.

“Mornin’ sunshine.” You heard Chris’ voice and you realized you had somehow ended up at his place instead of your own. You looked up at him; he stood in the doorway with tightly pursed lips, obviously biting the inside of his cheek to suppress his urge to laugh at your misery. “How are you feeling?” He asked, a soft chuckle broke free as he walked over. “You look very beautiful.” He smiled as he teased, taking your hands in his as he sat down.

“I know, can’t you see that I’m on top of the world?” You joked and he chuckled softly; he was always sweet to keep his voice down around hungover you. “I really did it this time,” you managed a soft chuckle yourself, running a hand through your hair. You were surprised it wasn’t knotted or tainted with specks of vomit; did you throw up? You couldn’t remember. “What happened last night? How did I get here?”

“Well- according to drunk Y/N,” he began, brushing his thumbs gently up and down the back of your hands. “You can always find your way back to me.” He told you and you smiled. “I think Luca put you into a cab, there was a text from her on your phone for me.”

“Why didn’t she just text your phone?” You narrowed your eyes in confusion.

“Beats me,” he shrugged then chuckled, “she’s your weird best friend.” You chuckled at that. “Now-” he released your hands and rose to his feet. “I know you want to stay in bed all day but you need to eat something. I would bring your breakfast to you in bed but- we both know you have that insane rule of no food in bedrooms.”

“I’m sorry, do you want cockroaches and ants when you sleep?”

“C'mon,” he chuckled and held out his hand for you to take. “I got some coffee, pancakes and bacon waiting for you downstairs.” Your stomach growled with excitement at the sound of your breakfast. “Caffeine, grease, carbs, and sugar. Just what you need to get over this hangover,” he winked with a click of his tongue.

“Oh God.” You groaned and let him pull you to your feet. “Everything hurts, Chris.” You whined and rubbed your throbbing left temple when he released your hand and wrapped an arm around you. “That’s it, I am never drinking again.”

“You do realize you say that every time you wake up with a bad hangover, right?” He chuckled as the two of you made your way downstairs. Your eyes narrowed slightly at the two fully packed duffle bags by the door; one of them was yours. “Yet here we are,” he teased you and you rolled your eyes; somehow, that hurt too. “Look on the bright side, it’s Saturday and you don’t work on the weekends.”

“I’m a screen writer, as long as I’m breathing- I’m working.” You retorted and he chuckled softly. “But I don’t have to go into the studio which is good. But I do have a script to finish which-” you heaved a sigh, “I can’t seem to do, so not so good. Don’t you ever get sick of your job?” You asked, completely forgetting who you were talking to. “Right-” you pressed your lips together when you remembered. “Who could get sick of being Captain America?”

“You forget I’m not always Captain America, I’ve had my fair share of bad roles that make doing what I love a bit of a drag.” He reminded you and you sighed again. “Sweetheart, I know your work can get a little taxing but- you are doing what you love to do. Yes, you’ll get the occasional bad job but you’ve also had some really great ones. Shall I take you to your Oscar to remind you how much you love your job?”

“No,” you chuckled. “I’m very aware of how much I love my job, after all-” You looked up at him and planted a kiss on his jaw. “It is what brought us together. Don’t mind me, it’s just hangover me talking. She’s a bit of a bummer.”

“Yeah,” he chuckled, “drunk you is much more fun.” He took his arm off you as the two of you entered the kitchen. He went over to the coffee pot and poured you a cup, he creamed and sugared it before passing it to you. “Here,” he grabbed the plate of pancakes and bacon he prepared for you and put it in front of you as you took a seat at the breakfast bar.

“I’m sorry I woke you up last night,” you told him after taking a sip of your steaming hot coffee. “I bet you weren’t so happy to see me at such an ungodly hour,” you joked and chuckled softly. “Next time I go out and party without you, take your key from me.”

“Oh stop,” he chuckled. “I’m always happy to see you, you’re my girl- there will never be a bad time to see your beautiful face.” You smiled and he smiled back. “Plus- I’m an actor, ungodly hours are my sweet spot,” he shrugged nonchalantly and you laughed. “You are extremely lucky I made you take that Advil last night,” he pointed out with a smug smile, “otherwise you wouldn’t be laughing right now.”

“Can you catch me up on last night?” You placed your cup down and started cutting your pancakes up. “I’m sure I did something stupid, I always seem to do that when I’m drunk. So- what did I do this time?” You asked then forked a chunk of pancake into your mouth.

“You broke your favorite drinking glass,” he told you and your face fell at that new piece of information. “Don’t worry, I’m sure I can get Stan Lee’s team to send another one. I’ll probably ask for a plastic version so you can’t break it after a bender,” he teased and you chuckled. “But that was about it, nothing overly stupid.”

“That doesn’t sound like me, did I say anything stupid?”

“Nope,” he shook his head. “Well- you asked for Fruit Loops but- that’s not that stupid, you’re a bit of an addict when it comes to cereal.” You narrowed your eyes, pondering. “You were drunk off your face, what were you expecting from yourself? Oh- you did strip off your dress in the kitchen. That was fun for me, you were a sight to see.” He teased and you chuckled. “Not one of your best drunk moments but it was a pretty good one.”

“I’m glad you still found me amusing.” You giggled and he nodded, chuckling softly. “Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask.” You began when the image of the two duffles came back to you. “Why are there two duffles by the door? One of them is mine so- I know it’s not you going on some business trip. Are we going somewhere?” You quizzed.

“I was thinking of taking you to the cabin for the weekend,” he nodded. “I already packed everything and the car’s ready to go. I was just waiting for you to wake up to have breakfast before we leave.”

“For the weekend?” Your eyes narrowed in confusion. “But it’s Saturday and it’s-” you glanced at the clock. “Ten-thirty. By the time we get out to the cabin, it’ll be like four and we’d be exhausted from the drive. We won’t even spend a full day there 'cause we gotta get back before Monday, so what’s the point?”

“I just feel like it,” he shrugged. “Don’t be a bummer, it’ll be fun. I got a playlist and car snacks and- everything we usually get when we drive out there. Plus- I already called Scott to go out there and set things up for us, if I cancel now- he’s going to be pissed.”

“Chris, I am suffering from a major hangover and I have a script to finish writing. Do you really think now is the best time to go out to the cabin?” You asked and he nodded, smiling. “Can’t we just- go next weekend, or even wait until Christmas to go? We can get our families out there and do a whole thing. It’ll be so much more fun and less time constricted.”

“I can’t wait that long,” he shook his head.

“Why not?” You narrowed your eyes in confusion.

“I just can’t,” he answered vaguely, smiling. “Eat your breakfast while I go sort out the rest of our stuff,” he leaned over the bar top and kissed your cheek before walking out of the kitchen. “We’ll leaving in half an hour so-” he glanced back at you, “do what you need to do, take another Advil if you need.”

“You can call Alex if I don’t finish my script on time!” You called after him and winced at your own loud voice. “Honestly.” You muttered under your breath and continued to eat your breakfast as Chris picked the bags up off the floor and walked them out to the car.

He popped the trunk and unzipped his duffle, pulling away the first layer of his clothes to reveal the Tiffany&Co ring box that he’d been hiding for months now. After last night, he simply couldn’t wait any longer. There was no perfect timing, there was just the perfect person and you were his perfect person. He was ready for what was going to be the best weekend of his life whereas you were completely clueless and unaware of what was yet to come.

Weekly Special

By: ProMarvelFanGirl

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Requested by: Anon

Would you be willing to write a story about Reader being a librarian and Steve comes to the library looking for books he can read to catch up with the times? After he asks you to have coffee? Lots of Steve fluff!!! :) Thank you!! :)

A/n:  This is so fluffy I made myself sick writing it. Tags are OPEN


Sitting at your desk near the front door of the library you had your eyes focused on the computer in front of you.  A clearing of the throat broke your concentration.  Your eyes met those of your favorite visitor, Mattie.  Mattie was 8 years old and quite the reader.  She never failed to make you smile.   

“Miss Mattie, what can I help you with today?” You grin down at her, waiting expectantly.  She looked up at you with a large smile and missing a front tooth.

“Miss Y/n can I get my weekly special please.” You start scanning her books that she was returning and thought what to tell her.  This was a game you played with the kids that came in, you would have a weekly special which was a book you would recommend, each recommendation was special to the kid who asked.

“Well let’s see Miss Mattie.  How about Matilda? She reminds me of one of my favorite visitors.  It’s by Roald Dahl” You give her a wink and she sets off with a huge grin to find her special book.  

You smile at her enthusiasm, and make to go back to your computer when your eyes meet with a very handsome gentleman who is sitting in a chair close to the history section.  You blush slightly and send him smile.  He returns your smile with a shy one of his own and goes back to his book with a pink twinge to his cheeks.

You sit back at your computer and continue typing, every so often looking up to sneak a glance at your new visitor.  You could feel his eyes on you every once in awhile but had yet to catch him looking at you.

“Miss Y/n why do you keep looking at that guy?”  Mattie’s question makes you jump and throw your hand to your chest.

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Getting a dog with Steve would include...

• Steve points out all the dogs he sees
• Like most people do with babies, he’ll make cute faces at them
• This big guy will shyly go up to people and ask “Can I pet your dog?”
• He loves when the big dogs pounce and the small dogs fit on his arm like a baby
• When you two get a dog of your own he can’t help but squeal
• He talks about them like someone would having a baby
• “I don’t care if they’re a boy or girl I just want them to be happy and healthy.”
• On the way home he holds them in his arms and calls Sam and Bucky
• He’s such a proud Papa
• So. Many. Toys.
• He spoils that puppy rotten
• He secretly feeds them table scraps and they both look guilty when you look at them
• It doesn’t matter what size they are he will get caught carrying them around
• Baby talking to the puppy and cooing them
• Names are a struggle but you two eventually come up with a compromise
• So many warm cuddles between the two of them
• Steve gets a teensy bit jealous when the puppy is loving someone more in the moment than they are him
• You reassure him they love him more because he’s their Dad
• Steve does two things when they’re asleep
• If they’re sleeping on/near either of you he takes lots of pictures and snuggles with them
• Or if they’re sleeping and he wants to play he’ll attack them with kisses until they wake up and rolls toys over to them
• There’s lots of “Steven let the dog sleep.”
• Walking to the park hand in hand with your furry baby walking ahead
• Finding any excuse to bring them everywhere
• Most of your screensavers/framed photos are of the puppy
• Dressing them up as the Avengers for Halloween and sweaters for the Holiday season
• He gives them a high voice when he talks for them
• “Uncle Tony look I’m Iron Puppy!”
• “Steve, y/n and I both agree you’re embarrassing not only yourself, but your puppy too.”
• Uncle Sammy and Uncle Bucky love them so much
• They watch them when you two are away
• “You think the dogs okay? Y/n? You think I should call to make sure the dogs okay?”
• “Steve it’s almost two in the morning, I don’t think Sam/Bucky would appreciate being woken up.”
• {You say as he dials the phone}
• Catching the puppy play with his shield on more than one occasion
• Honestly Steve turns into the cutest Dad there ever was

So because of this post I am now thinking about Steve Rogers, son of Irish Immigrants, and the practical magic that he no-doubt learned at his mother’s knee.  

Finding bullaun stones in the woods as he crossed the continent during the war, stopping to place a small blessing on the Howling Commandos that their aim be true and their step be sure.

Leaving honey on the edges of wells to thank those that kept it flowing clean, and passing around bread and salt each time they were in a new house, just to make sure the threshold would be steady.

Keeping a couple of small potatoes in the bottom of his bag, even when he was hungry, just in case someone had trouble with their feet or a rash that wouldn’t go away.

Finding faerie circles in the woods and re-routing his mission around them because hell if he’s crossing through that particular copse, thank you very much, he’s not here to upset anyone.

Seeing magpies and delaying a charge.  Carefully catching chairs before they fall when someone stands up too fast.  Addressing certain trees very politely and putting snipers nests away from them so they don’t get damaged.  

If you know Irish folk, this in no way precludes the Catholic-ness of his background, but man, it’s interesting.

Steve Rogers--No. 49

Originally posted by imagine-that-marvel

Being an Avenger was worse than being a celebrity, or at least on par with it. 

Even grocery shopping turned into a spectacle, you didn’t mind the pictures and the fans, but the constant barrage of tabloids and sleazy magazines were terrible. 

Rumors, personal pictures, edited pictures were constant annoyances. 

You were in line paying for the box of pop tart's Thor wanted and a bunch of other things for the group, and that’s when you saw it.

‘(y/n) and Cap! Engaged at last?!’ Your eyes went extremely wide, you grabbed the magazine and buried it under the box of popcorn, hopefully, the cashier wouldn’t pay too much attention and just pass it off as something trivial. 

You made it back to Avengers Tower without having people follow you or beg you to let them up for ‘just one quick second’. 

“Steve!” You shouted as you made it onto the main floor. “He’s training with Thor. What’d you bring?” Clint asked. 

“Here.” You said shoving the bags in his arms. “You can check while you put stuff away.” You said as you made your way towards the training room. 

“Steve!” You shouted effectively stopping their sparring session. “Thor, there’s pop tarts in the kitchen. Have at it.” You said getting him to leave the room. 

“Something wrong?” Steve asked looking worried and somewhat frightened. 

“No, not, in particular, I’m just wondering WHY THE HELL ARE THE TABLOIDS ARE PRINTING OUR ENGAGEMENT!” You shouted throwing the magazine at him. 

“Who’d you tell because I sure as hell haven’t told anyone. I mean we haven’t even made it official, I haven’t worn a ring outside of this building–not even outside of our room. So who’d you tell?” You rushed out.

You stared at him as he studied the cover, just waiting for him to say something, you were on the brink of losing your mind–if villains found out that you and Steve were together then they’d use the two of you against one another and that was something neither of you wanted–that’s when he started laughing.

“Is something funny?!”  You asked–a question which only seemed to make him laugh harder. 

“(y/n) look at the picture, look at the ring.” He said handing you back the magazine. You studied the image and that’s when you noticed it; the ring they claimed was your engagement ring wasn’t your ring, it was just a ring that your mother had given you, a plain silver band with a single diamond. 

“Well, I think it goes without saying that I feel really stupid.” You said rolling up the magazine and tossing it into the waste bin by the door. 

“It’s alright, maybe this just means we should stop hiding this.” Steve said wrapping his arms around you. 

“But what about what we discussed, I don’t want us to be used against one another.” You mumbled into his chest. 

“Then we’ll start slow, let’s just tell the rest of the team and eventually it’ll slowly spread out to the rest of the world.” Steve told you. “Besides I highly doubt super villains read the National Enquirer.” He teased placing a kiss on your forehead. 

“I love you, I’m sorry for freaking out on you.” You mumbled.

“I love you too. Let’s go get your ring and we can go tell the rest of the team.” He told you.

You smiled and the two of you made your way to your room. 

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