from the collection of steve d

I’d like to believe that every Avenger collects their own action figures and toys, and they compete to see how many they can find in stores, online and over seas just because they can.

  • Steve beats them all because everyone loves Captain America
  • Natasha finds hand made statues from Russia
  • Tony tracks down every toy and action figure of Iron man from when he first went public 
  • Thor likes to find toy Mjolnir’s because it makes him happy
  • Bruce is just fine without anything
  • Clint is bummed that there are hardly any toys/action figures/legos/bobbleheads of him, and just settles with one little tsumtsum instead.
Cute Shirt : Steve Rogers/Captain America

Author’s Note: I’m sorry this is sorta short, I wanted to make this long as possible but alas I couldn’t. Thank you for the request though! Send more in if you want to see more. <3

Word Count: 595



Request: From @shut-it-tinman (Thank you dear)

Hey Widow! I really enjoy your work so far, and I was wondering if I could request something. Can you use the prompt: “Are you wearing my shirt?” with steve? Thaaaanks :D


You groaned in pain from the aches in your body.

“You look like shit (Y/N).” Clint had chuckled at you aching face.

“Well you smell like shit bird brain.” You retorted. He only raised his hands in defense. Clint walked away towards Nat to talk to intel collected from the now destroyed Hydra base. You just continued to mope in your pains and watched everyone work. You wouldn’t actively admit how sore you were but your face easily gave away what you were feeling.

“When are we going to be back home?” You groaned, every second away from your bath is another second adding to your misery.

Steve left his station and walked over towards you, he bent down and placed a warm hand on your head. “We’ll be home soon. You fought great out there today. You kept pushing yourself over your limit and I know no one will say this, well right now they won’t but, thank you. Without you pushing yourself that hard we probably wouldn’t have gotten that intel in time.” He pat your head once and left to go back to look over the intel.

You sighed to yourself, Steve was very appreciative towards the team but you always felt he had some what of a deeper appreciation for yourself. You were not one the complain from the affection but it always troubled you at times when trying to figure out his feelings towards you.

While lost in your thoughts you felt the jet land on the landing carrier at the Avengers Tower. Groaning even louder, you sat up from your spot and lazily walked towards the entrance of the tower.

Not even paying attention you walked towards what you thought was your room. When finally in it you realized it was in fact not yours but Steve’s. You didn’t even want to express how tired your were of everything.

“Fuck it…” You mumbled to yourself. You walked towards Steve’s closet and pulled out on of the softest shirts you could find. Stripping from your catsuit, you threw on the shirt, which conveniently landed just a little under you butt. You didn’t care for pants, everyone was basically family and it wasn’t like no one has ever seen a butt before.

You picked up your catsuit and left Steve’s room. Your stomach was practically screaming at you to put food inside of it. You patted your stomach, in a way to hush a whiny child.

Noises could be heard coming from the shared Avengers kitchen. Sounds of pots and pans became louder and louder once you walked in. The sights of everyone trying to find something to eat was positively hilarious to you. You decided on just finding leftovers in the fridge. As you walked up to it the sounds of everyone started to dwindle down.

“Are you wearing my shirt?” Steve had questioned you. You turned away to see a blush on his face. A blush started to form on yours as well from all the attention of everyone, including Steve’s.

“Uh- yea, sorry, I thought I had walked into my room, and, uh, it was yours and I was too lazy-“ You were cut off by Steve’s soft laughs.

“You look really cute in it (Y/N). I wouldn’t mind seeing you in my shirts more often.” He just continued to laugh softly to himself.

“Capsicle is going to get some tonight…” Tony had murmured to Clint. Clint and Tony had laughed loudly until Nat silenced them with a swift slap to the side of the heads.


Again, sorry this is super short. But thank you again for the request. Keep on sending them in! <3

College AU Prompts

I thought it’d be fun to write some college AU stuff (I’ve never done it before so it could potentially go terribly 😂) anyway here are some prompts I’ve collected/created for you to request from:

  1. You spilt something on your laptop so you go to the floors computer tech for help (Steve Harrington)
  2. I’m getting hit on at your party and you swoop in and save the day (Lydia Martin)
  3. “Your roommate and my roommate are having sex, can I crash here?” (Will Halstead)
  4. You talk to your neighbour across the hall in note form (Clarice Fong)
  5. It’s the third time you are locked out of your dorm because you left the key inside and it’s also the third time I’m at your door asking if I can crash here (Cheryl Blossom)
  6. I come to library everyday to ‘study’ but I’m actually just watching Netflix over your shoulder and I’m really invested in this series and the day you were supposed to watch the season finale you’re not there and I feel personally betrayed. (Jay Halstead)
  7. I’m sick can you please take notes for me in a lecture. (Ray Palmer)

(Once one has been requested it will no longer be able to request from so it really is a first come first serve basis)

I’ll Be With You (Part 10)

A/N: I’ve been waiting for this part since I started this story……….. I hope I do it justice. Listen to ‘Lost in the Sound’ by Angie Miller to try and get a sense of the reader’s emotions.

Warning: ANGST/ Swearing/ Death (No Avenger deaths-I promise!)

Summary: A month into Bucky’s extended mission the unthinkable has happened and now you need to learn how to create a new life with no help from Bucky.

Catch up with Part 9! Masterlist 

Originally posted by webelieveinheroes

The days were agonizingly slow now but today marked one month since Bucky left. You had been working diligently, getting up everyday to run and then returning home only leave for the hospital. You were home only to be with Nan or to sleep but that was rare. Nightmares plagued your dreams. Images of Bucky dying, calling out for your help, or even the folded flag you would receive was a nightmare. Work was what you turned to to keep your mind away from Bucky’s mission. The long twelve hour shifts dragged on even when it was busy. It was Natasha that first reached out to you to bring you back to the tower. The Avengers were sweet but especially to you. They had seen how happy Bucky was with you, how open he had become. Hell, they saw how open you were with them! But you never wanted to visit, it was difficult to be at the tower without Bucky, so you politely declined. Which was why you were now meeting Natasha for coffee. You had just gotten off of the night shift, but sleep wasn’t something you were craving.

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non verbal Autistic Bucky is so important to me, giving the finger to anyone who asks him when he;s going to ‘get better’ and talk again

non verbal Bucky frustratingly trying to communicate that he’s uncomfortable, or angry or just anything and not being able to get it across

Clint coming round and noticing this, asks why they haven’t even tried teaching him American sign language? (there’s sort of a collective 'oh’ from the rest, they;d been so focused on 'helping’ him speak, that they’d never considered it)

Clint sometimes teaches him signs but is too busy to fully commit so they get Bucky an outside teacher, someone who’s Deaf themselves at Clint’s request

non verbal Bucky signing about what happened to him, finally being able to share the experiences and confront them

non verbal Bucky screaming and screaming and being asked if he can do that why can;t he talk? 'Its not the same’ he signs, they sigh and shake their heads, he signs angrily about it to Sam, Steve and Nat later

Steve, Sam and Nat all learning American sign language as well so they can communicate with him and Clint better, Nat picks it up quickest since she’s so used to different languages

non verbal Bucky sometimes not being able to sign because he’s too exhausted, his therapist tells him he’s being 'difficult’, Bucky gets rid of him, learning that he’s allowed his own choices and he doesn;t have to stand for being treated badly

non verbal, Autistic Bucky!

winter cyborgs AU masterpost

A horrible AU where both Bucky and Steve are captured by HYDRA and turned into cyborgs. - written and illustrated by luckyraeve

illustrations and comics in narrative order:

START_SEQUENCE (Chapter 1/?)
HYDRA attacks Avengers Tower and collects items from the R & D levels, as well as a couple of bonus prizes.

START_SEQUENCE (Chapter 2/?)
[in progress. currently writing and panel planning]

R & D drawings of cyborg internal systems

First look at the complete cyborg design

HYDRA hears rumors of a secret S.H.I.E.L.D. base and sends WS-01 and WS-02 on a quick scouting mission. WS-02 takes an unexpected trip down memory lane.

R & D drawing of cyborg internal systems and repair station

OPERATION_ECLIPSE (a.k.a. Winter Cyborgs Mix Vol1)
HYDRA sends WS-01 and WS-02 to raid a secret S.H.I.E.L.D. base. The mission doesn’t go as planned.

A general soundtrack for the Winter Cyborgs AU

bonus material:

SYSTEM_OVERRIDE - a fanfic by @monicawoe

The Random Stucky Snuggly Headcanons

a. In Ye Bittyest Days and especially when both of them are home, resting from the endless normal scrabble of earning enough to eat and to make rent, Steve likes to sprawl out on the bed, in his singlet and cotton shorts and just read.

b.  He and Bucky had an absolutely ridiculous collection of pulp novels and comics.  

c.  Steve cracks Bucky up with his imitation of The Shadow.  For all his “bittyness” - yes, Bucky’s the only one who can get away with saying this to Steve, he’s got a surprisingly deep voice.  Thus, Steve Rogers can definitely do a decent rendition of “The weed of crime bears bitter fruit!  The Shadow knows!” and that cackle.  

d.  Sometimes, Bucky does a remarkable cat impression.  This is evidenced when he crawls up over Steve’s body in bed, plucks the book out of his hands and says, “Take a break from the readin’ - I need to love on my punk for a while.”

e.  Steve will grin - all sun-bright and mischief - and reel him in.  Bucky tries to be careful - “don’t want to squash you, baby” “shut up, jerk, it’s fine” - but he gets to bury his nose in Steve’s neck and nuzzle and love and kiss and purr.  See dictionary for the word tomcat and find a picture of Bucky Barnes.  

f.  Steve, of course, will nuzzle and love and kiss and purr back. 

g.  One of the good things about Steve getting bigger is that Bucky’s not afraid of squashing him anymore. 

h.  Also, these days they can make as much noise as they want if they want to take the snuggling a bit farther.  This frequently happens.  A lot. 

i.  Bucky likes it when Steve - bitty or big - turns the tables and decides to crawl up on him and demand that he be allowed to “love on my best guy for a while." 

j.  Bucky used to think that he’d never be able to come home.  But now, snuggled in with Steve, he’s utterly thankful that he made it back. 

agentdarcylewis  asked:

For a prompt: Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers, skinny!Steve and/or Role Reversal AU? Thanks! :)

“You’re talented.” 

Steve looks up, his brows hiked. “Sorry?” 

There’s a woman beside him. They’re standing in front of the main piece of his art show, a painting he spent six months on, never quite happy with the shading or the colors. It’s Captain America, dressed in her tac suit, her face tipped forward, shadowed, hands braced on her shield. It’s his most solemn piece. Stern and serious in a way that a lot of art made of her isn’t. Popular media has been pulling away from the soldier aspect of her and focusing more on the pretty face or the curvy figure. That wasn’t what Steve wanted to capture with his art. He wanted the grit and the grim, the strength and the power. Especially with so much attention placed on femininity when it comes to women in the ARMY, he wanted to recognize that Captain America wasn’t any less female dressed in her tac gear, nor was she any less soldier wearing lipstick the same startling red as the blood seeping from a cut across her cheek. 

She waves a hand toward the painting hanging in front of them. “Sargent Barnes spoke highly of your work.” 

Steve frowns and leans back, his neck craning as he searches the studio. “Bucky’s here?” 

“No.” She rests her hands in front of her, a hand wrapped around her opposite wrist. “He hasn’t returned from Turkey yet.” 

Steve pauses, then looks back at her. Long brown hair rests against her back in loose waves. She’s dressed down in a pair of jeans and a loose sweater, unlaced boots and a side bag. There’s an iPod tucked in the pocket of her jeans; the string of her headphones is wrapped around her neck, buds hanging down across his chest loosely. 

When she turns her head just a little, he’s startled by just how much she looks like the picture above. A side profile of a darker, grittier outtake. 

“You’re…”  He trails off, speechless. 

“A fan.” She smiles, mouth hitching up at the corner, and then tips her chin up toward the painting. “I like it. It’s not my favorite though.” 

“Oh?”  He tucks his hands in the pockets of his pants and tries to stand a little taller, bringing his narrow shoulders up in the hopes that he doesn’t look quite as small as he feels just then. She’s larger than life, with or without the shield, and he feels about three feet tall and totally out of his depth in his best (admittedly, second hand) suit.  

She turns to face him properly, and her face is softer, her eyes rounder, than what she looks like in the stock photos or the history books or even on camera, in the midst of battle. “If you’ve got some time, I’d love to talk to you about your collection.” 

His face warms, as he looks around and realizes he’s in a room filled with the proof that he’s a tiny bit obsessed. “I’m not going to get slapped with a restraining order, am I? Because this was originally an homage to a historical figure. I mean, I started long before you, uh…” He rubs at the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Woke up from an ice sleep…? Don’t sweat it. I seriously just want to talk art with you.” She points to a painting in the distance. “Specifically, how you managed to capture Dum-Dum’s mustache, because that might as well be 3-D it’s that realistic.” 

Steve smiles, ducks his head, and then starts in that direction. When they come to a stop and she starts talking animatedly about her former friends and team, he takes a deep breath and shakes off his shock and awe. Sure, she’s Captain America, the center focus of his entire collection, but she’s also just Darcy Lewis, and unsurprisingly, that’s even more interesting. 

u-see-me  asked:

Can you please write a part 2 of holly coming back from San Francisco.

Here you go, my friend. This is to you and everyone who’s been begging and pleading for a second part of the SF prompt. I spent a good part of today trying to get the pace just right. I think I’m happy with it, finally, so I hope you all like it. I thank you all from the bottom of my heart, for your kind words and your constant support. They mean the world to me. As always, enjoy and let me know what you think! :D

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deesarrachi  asked:

Sam, I just discovered that during WWII, Canada gave badges to people who tried to join the army but were denied due to health problems, which is adorable enough (we gave out "You Tried!" badges!), but then I thought about if Steve had been Canadian, and just collected a box full of these badges.

LOL, I’d be willing to bet he’d just toss them as soon as he got them :D 

I would imagine the badges were less for the people who received them and more to protect the people who received them from hostility. Especially during the world wars, men who weren’t in uniform but weren’t visibly disabled encountered a lot of hostility (including, on occasion, physical assault) for “being shirkers”, even if they wanted to fight but weren’t allowed. I wonder how many people actually wore them – there must have been a lot of shame associated with them, even if there was relief too.