A/N: Alrighty, this is for an anon who asked this on my personal blog and I had to, because Steve x Stark!Readers are my weakness. Enjoy, loves :) The song I listened to while writing is right here
I actually started this on my phone, but it came out terribly and it ended up having not much to do with the original prompt.
DANCE WITH ME, a Steve x Stark Reader oneshot
Honestly, in the past few years, you had come to terms with being the big oops. Your parents, Howard and Maria, were quite old when you were born, and had been in an accident when you were barely 2. Tony, being 18 yeas your senior, was charged with raising you. Which, obviously, was not the optimal choice regarding child care.
Currently, you were 26 and living in the Avengers tower, having been recruited by the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. himself as an engineer and part-time super hero. How you had landed a job saving the world was beyond you, but you had a feeling that it had something to do with your last name.
“Stark.” A smooth-as-silk voice snapped from your thoughts and brought you back to reality. Both you and Tony looked up to see Steve Rogers leaning in the doorway of the lab.
“You’re gonna have to be a little more specific there, Spangles.” You quipped, diving back into your project (which, as an experienced engineer and mechanic of sorts, was an old arc reactor that was falling to complete shit and had only gotten worse since you had decided to fuck with it). Tony grinned as he went back to repairing mark 42 of the Iron Man suit. Little did you notice, Steve looked you up and down. His eyes followed the curves of your body that were perfectly outlined in a pair of black leggings and a baseball tee with a Led Zepplin album cover on the front. One thing he had always loved about you was your work effort. You pushed and worked until you achieved your goal.
“I meant (Y/N).” Steve smiled at you. You pushed a hair from your face and left a streak of something (whatever the hell it was) on your forehead and looked up at him.
“Alrighty, what can I do ya for Cap?” You asked, grabbing a rag from the table. You called out to Jarvis to turn the music down, and before you could finish your request, Tony cut you off, promptly telling Jarvis not to listen to you. . “Prick..” you muttered. Steve laughed quietly and you felt a familiar heat creep up to your cheeks. Gently, you ushered Steve outside and looked up at him expectantly. You, just like Tony, had been cursed with the Stark height gene, or, lack thereof really. Steve started talking, but you didn’t quite hear him. You just looked him up and down, admiring his beautiful eyes and god-like physique. Of course, you would never say anything of the sort to his face, seeing as he was almost 80 yeas your senior and considering his love/hate relationship with your brother, it probably wasn’t the greatest idea to pursue anything. So, you ignored your amazingly huge crush on the Star Spangled Man with a Plan and were determined to keep it quiet for however long it was present.
“(Y/N)? (Y/N)!” Steve waved his hand around in front of your eyes, seeing as you had completely spaced out. “(Y/N)!” you blinked a couple of times and looked back at him.
“Sorry Capcicle. What was that again?” you flashed a grin. Steve’s heart fluttered.
“Well, I wanted to know if you could teach me how to dance, actually… I mean, because er– well, you know.. Tony has a party coming up.. And uh, there’s this girl I’ve seen around and I’d love to sweep her off of her feet with a dance.” Steve stammered, suddenly taking interest in his shoes. Your heart stopped for a minute, smile melting from your face.
“I don’t know if I can right now, Steve.. I have.. I have some things I need to do.” You faked a smile, feeling about ready to cry. As you turned back into the lab, Steve gently grabbed your arm.
“Please, doll?” Steve’s eyes searched yours as you turned to face him, You melted, nodding quietly.
“Hey, dumbass.” You called into the lab.
“I only respond to ‘Your Majesty’.” Tony replied. Rolling your eyes, you shot back at him without missing a beat.
“Okay. I have a thing that needs to get done King Schmuck. Catch you on the flip side.” Steve stifled laughter as you heard a bolt hit the glass behind you. “Better luck next time.”
Once the two of you were safely in the bar and common area, you looked up at the ceiling. “Jarvis, whats the last song I listened to?” you asked. “God is Dead by Black Sabbath.” The AI’s cool voice reverberated throughout the empty room. You looked at Steve, who’s expression was a mix of shock and confusion.
“Okay.. Um.. Put on Half the World Away by Aurora. On repeat.” You replied, walking over to Steve and dragging him to the middle of the floor. As the music started, you felt your heart flutter. A light beat rang throughout the otherwise silent room. Placing Steve’s hand on your waist and settling yours just shy of his shoulder on his chest, you felt warm and fuzzy. Content. Whoever this bitch happened to be that Steve had suddenly taken interest in, you hated her. It was probably Sharon, and you would take extreme pleasure knocking her teeth down her throat right about now. “bitch…” you whispered to yourself.
“What was that?” Steve asked, having sworn he heard you speak.
“Nothing. Okay so you’re going to need to keep up with the beat.” You said. “For now, I’ll lead. All you need to do is follow the beat. I think it’s a three count..” Gently, you guided him through the steps.
One you had been there for at least 30 minutes, Steve stopped you.
“I think I’m getting the hang of it.” he muttered, taking the lead. You smiled sadly, hoping it wouldn’t end too soon. The two of you waltzed around in complete silence, a comfortable silence. He raised his arm for you to twirl under, and he couldn’t get his mind off of how absolutely graceful you were.
“So.. Who’s this girl?” you asked, trying your best not to sound bitter. If Steve had noticed, he didn’t say anything.
“Well,” he started. “She’s absolutely beautiful, in every way imaginable. She has these eye, oh god her eyes. They shine brighter than any star I’ve ever seen. She laughs at my stupid jokes, her laugh is so contagious. It sounds like birdsong.” Steve smiled, a blush forming on his cheeks. “I draw her a lot, when she’s not looking. Candid shots of her are great, because she doesn’t even have to try to look gorgeous… It just sort of happens. She’s brilliant too, a real genius. She could do anything, and she would for her loved ones.. She’s just amazing in so many ways, it’s unrea–”
Having had just about enough, you shoved Steve away from you, to his surprise. You felt rage bubbling inside you. What a stupid fucking question to ask.
“Why didn’t you ask her to fucking dance with you?” You spat, turning around. Steve ran to you, wrapping his arms gently around your torso.
“You know, for someone so smart, you can be incredibly dense sometimes.” He laughed quietly, his breath tickling your ear. Your eyes widened.
“Wh-” Steve spun you around so you were facing each other.
“What I’m saying is.. (Y/N) Stark, you are the most amazing, beautiful, brilliant woman I have ever met… I am yours, and I am unconditionally and irrevocably in love with you.” His forehead was now on yours. Your heart was hammering uncontrollably in your chest, and you could feel his. Smiling, you stood on the very balls of your feet and smashed your lips against his. Your eyes fluttered closed and you snaked your arms around his neck, one hand tangled in his golden blond hair. His arms fell to your waist and tightened around you. The kiss quickly became hungrier, more desperate. He picked you up, placing you on the bar behind you. Your legs wrapped around his waist, and you felt a gravely chuckle work its way out. His tongue explored your mouth and as soon as you began to pull off your shirt, you heard the elevator door open. To your horror, Tony, Bruce, and Pepper fell silent at the sight before them. Slowly, you pulled your shirt back down over your torso, quickly concealing your bra. Steve cleared his throat awkwardly, turning away from you quickly and running his hand through his hair.
“Were you just– Did that just–” Tony sputtered. Pepper and Bruce stifled laughter and you could swear you saw the ghost of a grin on Steve’s face. “The 90 year old virgin was just feeling my sister up! Rogers, what the hell!?” Tony’s face was now red, and you couldn’t help but laugh. Pepper grabbed Tony’s arm, forcefully dragging him away.
“I’m 95, not dead..” Steve muttered, chucking a bit.
“I can tell.” You smirked, hopping off of the bar. “My room, 5 minutes. Don’t be late Captain.” You turned around to see that Steve had turned a bright shade of red and pulled at his clothes nervously. You winked and made your way to your room.
And that was the beginning of your relationship with the famed Captain America.
Ok, wow guys. This is my first request and to say I’m excited would be an
understatement and omg I’m grinning like an idiot. To the absolutely terrific,
lovely anon who requested this. Thank you for giving me a shot. I’m not
throwing it away (any Hamilton trash out there? I am low key garbage) xoxo-
Title: Old Lady
Steve x Reader, Tony (platonic) x reader
Saw imaginary-marvel-mayhem reblog your intro post, so I thought I’d stop by
and send you a request…Imagine Steve finding you asleep on the couch because
you were waiting for him to get back from a mission. Good luck :)
Wildflower: Part 1 of ?? (Matt Murdock/Daredevil x Reader)
A/N: Hey, I’m finally back, we have spring break this week! I’m only three episodes into the first season of Daredevil and I’m fucking hooked. I love it. So, I decided to write a oneshot (that may or may not serve as a prologue to a series depending on the feedback). Requests/Collabs are always open, so please feel free to submit, ask, or shoot me a message.
Warnings: Swearing. A lot of swearing. Depictions/descriptions of slight violence, MattyxReader angst/fluff
Word Count: 1447
!!!EDIT, 13 JULY 2016!!!
Wildflower (Matt Murdock/Daredevil x Reader)
She was a whirlwind; a roman candle. With his heightened senses, Matt noted the softness of the wildflower, fruity perfume, and cigarettes that emanated from her. Her laugh sounded like the most melodious bird song imaginable. Y/N was certainly something. Something different, something refreshing. She juxtaposed herself in the most complex ways; gentle and rough, funny and serious– somewhat unassuming if you didn’t know her, yet someone that you’d be an absolute idiot to cross. To call her a mystery was to come to the realization that her name could very well be a synonym. She could be compared to a drug–his heroin–and Matthew Murdock was hooked.
A/N: So I don’t know
if this would exactly qualify as a request but it is definitely something I
want to write. I do not have tattoos or piercings besides my ears but I do hope
to get a meaningful one later on.