maybe a steve rogers one next

dad and i watch captain america: the winter soldier
  • dad: oh god it's starting shut up i've been waiting for this for months
  • (movie starts)
  • dad: THESE ARE THE BICEPS OF FREEDOM
  • dad: i don't know what's happening but the french guy fighting cap looks like french macklemore
  • me: how do you even know who macklemore is?
  • dad: i'm hip. i'm cool
  • me: don't you do it
  • dad: i'm gonna pop some tags, only got 20 baguettes in my pocket
  • (five minutes later)
  • dad: is that the Falcon? that's totally the Falcon
  • me: how do you know?
  • dad: i used to read the comic books trust me on this i'm an expert. his superpower was that he could talk to birds
  • me: birds?
  • dad: i mean in hindsight it probably wasn't the most useful thing ever
  • dad: if this winter soldier is supposedly a ghost in the machine that nobody's ever seen, and nobody will ever catch, you would think showing up in broad daylight and blowing up cars would not be his modus operandi
  • dad: how the heck did he laser through concrete??
  • me: idk dad it's nick fury he can probably do whatever he wants
  • dad: i'm sorry attractive nurse who just so happens to live next door, my heart belongs to a seventy year russian dude with a bionic arm
  • me: what
  • dad:
  • dad: nick fury isn't dead. justice never dies. he probably has a billion clones in some top secret storage facility, just waiting for their organ harvest.
  • me: ew dad gross no
  • dad: i really relate to that apple store employee
  • me: we all do dad
  • dad: oh that's that guy from the first movie! i remember him! he was my favorite, his eyes were so blue, and he loved steve so much. i wanted them to get together
  • me: dad good god
  • dad: he was a little less marilyn manson at that point though
  • dad: not that guyliner isn't a good look for this guy
  • dad: when a deadly russian assassin wears eyeliner, it's 'he's so dreamy' and 'wow what a badass'
  • dad: but when i do it it's 'you're too old' and 'bald guys can't pull off make-up'
  • me: dad it was halloween and it was one time you need to let this go
  • dad: so bucky barnes, aka cute cocky guy who died in the first movie, aka steve roger's best friend/boyfriend, is a top secret super scary brainwashed hydra agent?
  • me: mmm-hm
  • dad: called it
  • dad: do you think single handedly destroying jets is just a common, everyday thing for cap? punch a few tanks, feed a few pigeons, take out a plane, help old ladies cross the street...
  • dad: captain america is like your grandad minus the booze and the cussing
  • dad: in all honesty that was a little anti-climactic
  • dad: i was 100% sure nick fury was gonna descend majestically from the heavens, 'All I do is Win' blaring in the background, and single-handedly save everyone's ass
  • dad: scarjo and chris evans are two of the most beautiful people in the world and they are both in this movie and i don't know how to feel about it i have butterflies in my stomach i'm a schoolboy again
  • me: you know on second thought we should have brought mom
  • dad: where's hawkeye? where's bruce? where's tony? where's thor? WHERE ARE ALL THE OTHER AVENGERS AS THE ENTIRETY OF SHIELD IS COMPROMISED AND NICK FURY DIES
  • me: maybe they figured steve could handle it
  • dad: maybe they're all lazy assholes
Business and Pleasure - Part 8

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 1,616

Warnings: Swearing


Originally posted by pxggycxrters


“What happened to us, James?”

He was silent then, shrugging off his jacket before running a hand through his hair. “We used to be best friends…”


You stiffened at that statement, shaking your head and biting your lip. He was wrong. Hearing him say that sent a sharp pain through your chest. “No. No. Bucky was my best friend, not…not you.”

He stared at you, carefully studying your face. “Uh, Y/N? Did you hit your head on something? Are you okay? Did you drink too much? You do realize that I’m Bucky, right?”

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A Way to You Again: Part 7

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language, Angst, Panic Attacks

Word Count:  1350

Catch Up Here

Summary: Bucky and Y/N have been fairly successful at keeping their relationship hidden from the rest of the Avengers. That is… until Nat walks into the kitchen one night and finds Bucky kissing Y/N. While Y/N is relieved that their relationship is out in the open it soon becomes more complicated than she could have ever imagined.

Author’s Notes: Thanks to the lovely @melconnor2007 for the request. 

DRAMA!

I always love hearing from you guys <3.

Originally posted by captaincentenarian

Originally posted by sansqstark

The next few minutes were a blur of me screaming expletives shrilly at Steve. “STEVEN FUCKING GRANT ROGERS – YOU LITTLE SHIT!” I yelled as I punched him in the arm.

“Hey! We could wreck! Maybe take it out on me later?” he asked as he rolled his eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked – trying to keep my voice level and failing miserably.

He shrugged somewhat apologetically. “Look – I’ve known Buck for a long time. He’s miserable without you, but he thinks you’re better off without him. He was driving himself crazy about it but refused to even listen to Tony when he said he knew where you were. He’s stubborn – there’s just no way around it,” he explained defensively – keeping an eye on me to make sure no further punches were in his immediate future.

“So… so he has no idea I’m coming?” I asked nervously as I chewed on my bottom lip.

“No,” Steve responded matter-of-factly. “But I can assure you he will be relieved when he sees you,” he added.

“Steve, pull over for a second,” I choked out as pure panic gripped me.

“Oh come on, Y/N! You can’t drive!” he whined.

“Pull over!” I yelled. The urgency in my voice finally prompted him to oblige. I jumped out of the car before it had fully stopped and ran into the nearby field where I promptly fell to my knees and vomited. I wiped my mouth with the back of my shaking hand as I rose unsteadily to my feet. So Bucky didn’t initiate this. He hadn’t even tried. His best friend was fighting for me and he wasn’t even trying. As I trudged back to the car I wished that I had never agreed to come back. I was better off alone.

“Are you okay?” Steve asked quietly as I climbed back into my seat and closed the door behind me.

“Why didn’t you tell me Steve?” I asked as tears pricked at the corners of my eyes.

He was quiet for a moment before he turned to me. “Because I knew you would never come back if I told you. What kind of friend would I be to either of you if I sat by idly and let you both ruin this?” When I looked into his eyes I knew that he meant it. He wanted so desperately for things to be fixed, but for some reason I doubted it would ever happen. I smiled at him weakly as he pulled the car back onto the interstate. The sudden feeling of panic had completely drained my energy. I resolved myself to finally lay my head back down on my makeshift pillow and close my eyes wearily. Within minutes I had fallen fast asleep.


“Y/N,” Steve whispered as he shook me softly. I grunted in reply. Why was he being so persistent in trying to wake me up? I just wanted to sleep a little longer.

“Go away,” I muttered grumpily as I tried to shoo his hands away from my arm.

“We’re here,” he finally said out of exasperation. This caused me to wake fully with a start.

“Oh,” I muttered nervously as I looked around the parking garage of Stark Tower. Bucky’s motorcycle was parked two spaces down – my heart almost jumped through my chest when I saw it.

“I’ll get your bags,” Steve responded as I exited the car.

The elevator ride was mostly quiet. Even after the nearly four-hour nap I had taken on the way to the tower I was exhausted. More than anything I wanted to escape to my room, take a long hot shower, and rest. The idea of seeing Bucky after the long drive was exhausting within itself. As the elevator doors opened we were greeted with laughter from the common room.

“Yo! Y/N!” Sam yelled from the couch – waving at me. “How was your vacation?” I smiled warmly at him and saw Tony turn to face me from one of the many chairs in the room. He offered me a small wink of hello. He had kept up the façade for me, god bless him, no one but those involved knew.

“It was great Sam, thanks,” I managed to respond back quietly.

“Who are you talking to?” Bucky called to Sam as he walked out of the kitchen – Natasha following closely behind. Sam didn’t have time to respond before Bucky’s eyes found me – the plate of food he had been carrying fell to the floor and shattered.

“Hi Buck,” I responded quietly, averting my eyes from him.

“Dude, what the fuck? You need help carrying your food around, grandpa?” Sam chastised as Bucky scrambled to the floor to carefully pick up the shards of glass and food that now littered it. It gave me an easy out.

“Well the drive was exhausting so I’m… erm… gonna head to my room to rest for awhile. I’ll be up in a few hours,” I muttered as I turned on my heel and fled towards the hallway that led to our rooms.

“Don’t forget – team dinner and meeting at seven!” Tony called casually behind me. I sighed as I neared my door— It wasn’t going to be easy to hideout in my room after all.


“Are you okay?” Steve whispered as he closed the door to my room behind him.

“Um.. yeah… I think so,” I responded lamely as I shifted uneasily. The sight of Nat being so close to Bucky made me want to scream.  “I think I’m just going to take a shower and sleep for a few more hours. I feel exhausted,” I muttered.

“Okay, let me know if you need anything. I’ll make sure you’re up for the meeting.” Steve smiled warmly at me as he opened the door.

“Steve?”

“Yeah, Y/N?”

“Will you lock the door before you close it, please?” He smiled sadly before turning the lock and closing the door behind him.

I sighed shakily as I sat on the corner of my bed. The last night I had spent in this room had been with Bucky and things had been so perfect. Now everything was all twisted up, and I didn’t know if there was a way to fix it. I pushed off the bed and headed to the shower – determined that it was exactly what I needed.


“What the hell were you thinking, Buck?” I could hear Steve’s raised voice through the wall. Dinner was less than an hour away so I grudgingly opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling. Since Bucky’s room shared a wall with mine it was impossible to not hear the conversation that was unfolding on the other side.

“I don’t know, Steve,” Bucky responded gruffly.

“How about you try better than that?” Steve had hidden his anger pretty well for me, but he wasn’t holding back on his friend. It was the maddest I had ever heard him.

“Listen, I was lonely. You know what that’s like, right? She was there, and it was just a casual thing. It happened a few times… I know I shouldn’t have let it, but it did. I knew it was wrong so I ended it.”

“And then you did the same thing to Y/N?” Steve asked incredulously.

“It… No. I know it looks the same, but it isn’t. She’s different. It’s different with her. Well… it was different with her,” he added sadly.

“This is your mess, Buck. You better make it right with her,” Steve added before the slam of Bucky’s door rattled the wall.

There was a gentle knock at my door that caused me to shoot up out of the bed. “Who is it?” I asked nervously.

“It’s me,” Steve’s voice replied softly from the other side of the door. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah,” I called as I grabbed a zip up sweater and put it on absentmindedly. I opened the door and could immediately feel the tension rolling off of Steve.

“Are you okay?” I asked cautiously.

“Yeah, let’s get to dinner,” he responded as I followed him out of the room.


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“Peggy, what did you do?”

She felt his eyes trail on her bare back where the ink was still bright from being tattooed only three days ago. She finished removing her bra when she felt the bed dip behind her. Steve kneeled down and grazed his fingertips on her shoulder blade, barely touching the outline of the shield. His shield.

Peggy lifted her hands to her breasts suddenly shy under his scrutiny. She could feel his eyes bore into her skin and it was like the sting of the needle was there again to poke her flesh.

“Why?” The awe in his voice made Peggy smile.

“I want you with me. Always.” She simply answered.

Steve leaned in to kiss her shoulder, softly, slowly, taking his time before moving his lips to the nape of her neck, behind her ear, along the side of ther throat where her pulse jumped. A breathy whimper escaped her lips.

“And because you’re mine.” She whispered.

He chucked next to her skin, the vibration sent shivers all the way down to her spin and he noticed. He encircled one hand around her waist to lay on the flat of her stomach, pulling her closer to his body.

“I’m forever yours.”

Imagine: Being Natasha’s best friend and liking Steve

Originally posted by abduloki

You were a private assassin also, you happened to have trained with the one and only Black Widow who also ended up being your best friend. You were there after the red room, after she joined the avengers and you’ll probably always be there and vice versa. Being an assassin meant your love life was extremely complicated and Natasha knew that so the day that she asked you to help out with the Avengers also happened to be the day she tried to hook you up with one of the hottest ones, Captain America, or as he asked you to just call him ‘Steve.’

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Week 2!  Here are the fics that I either got caught up on or was tagged in this week.  Again, they are in alphabetical ordrer.  Thank you again to all of the wonderful writers to who continue to gift us with their talents week after week! I hope you all enjoy! 😊💞💞💞💞💞

Fics that are NSFW have been removed!  Thank you for understanding!

@abovethesmokestacks - I’ll Do it All Again, Part 2 - I don’t even know what to say. It’s another drabble series. And I have screamed my way through writing it, because writing Stucky intimidates the fuck out of me. General inspiration and chapter titles from Fall Out Boy’s “The Kids Aren’t Alright”. This series will have six parts all in all, they’re all written out and I’ll post one part per day. Bucky x Steve (Stucky)

@after-avenging-hoursHeart Skip [8] - This is a spin off series to the Bucky Heartbeat series.  It’s based on the soulmate AU prompt where two soulmates share a heartbeat. Steve x Reader

@avengerofyourheart - Top of the World - You take the reins at planning your own special day, to which Tony protests at times. Adding a few surprises and spending it with the man you love, it’s exactly what you had hoped for.  Tony x Reader

@avengerofyourheartYou are My Heaven: Epilogue -  Falling for a good man, who happened to be her training partner, was unavoidable. How much time and distance does it take to heal a broken heart? (Mentions events from CACW, including a direct quote) Steve x Reader

@bovariaBy Way of Spontaneity (Part 1) , Part 2, Part 3 -  On a whim, Bucky declares you to be his girlfriend to his grandma and mother. They’re eager to meet you and he asks you to pretend to be with him for just one dinner with his family. But is that really all? Bucky x Reader

@brighterlights - Bad Behavior - A/N: Still writing a drabble for every song on Lovely Little Lonely because I’m still not over how perfect it is…and I may or may not be avoiding my coursework. Anyhow, this drabble is based on the song ‘Bad Behavior’ by The Maine. Enjoy :) Bucky x Reader

@brighterlights - #DateMeBuckyBarnes Part 7 - When Hollywood’s heartthrob Bucky Barnes breaks up with his girlfriend, you jokingly tag him in a selfie on Instagram to express your desire to date him. What you don’t expect is a response from the man himself [Modern AU]. Bucky x Reader

@brighterlights - Little - Okay, this second part of the ‘Do You Remember’ miniseries and it’s based on the song ‘Little’ by The Maine. I have no idea if these are the “official” lyrics to the song, though. Bucky x Reader

@brighterlightsLonely - Continuing the Lovely Little Lonely drabble collection, this mini-story is based on the song ‘Lonely’ by The Maine. Bucky x Reader

@buckyywiththegoodhair - A Lesson in Love (Confessions) - (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance. Bucky x Reader

@buckyywiththegoodhairBetter Than Medicine (ALiL Deleted Scene) - (College!AU) In which you have to figure out what to do when Bucky falls asleep on you and you’re hungry. Bucky x Reader

@buckyywiththegoodhair - The Better Rogers - In which a football game with all of the Avengers helps you determine who’s the better Rogers. Steve x Reader

@canumoveyourseatup-no - Hardcore Parkour - It’s been an unusually mundane week at the Avengers Tower, so Bucky comes up with an idea.  Bucky x Reader

@cnoppswrites​“Excuse Me” - Summary: Soulmate!AU where first words are tattooed on wrist- Y/N hates the words on her wrist knowing that she may never meet her true soulmate. If fate didn’t want to give her a perfect, neat, assured happy ending, then she would be sure to raise a little hell on her way there.  Preserum!Steve x Reader

@dabblinginmarvel - Aura - Could I request a Clint Barton x reader piece where the reader is an Avenger but blind with superhuman senses (similar to Daredevil) but has the ability to “see” people through the emotion color spectrum and has a sort of rivalry with Clint for years since day one. Clint’s teasing has turned more into teasing flirting recently and he gets jealous seeing how close she’s getting with Bucky and when he tries to play his jealousy off she calls him out on it reminding him she can “see” it. Clint x Reader

@dabblinginmarvel - Haunted - For the song fic request! Evanescence - Haunted for Bucky, please? - Bucky Imagine

@girl-next-door-writes - Perfect - After a string of less than perfect dates maybe your Mr Right has been in front of you all the time. Clint x Reader

@girl-next-door-writesYou’re Happier Aren’t You? -  Steve Rogers is in love, actually when he really thinks about it he has been for some time but when you’re Captain America what is the best way to protect the person who means the most to you? Steve x Reader

@imaginingbucky - Something There - based on the song from Beauty and the Beast.  Bucky x Reader

@imaginingbucky - Untitled – You and Sam take a much needed getaway alone on a beautiful island.  Sam x Reader

@knittingknerdyPushing All my Buttons - You and Steve know all the right and wrong buttons to push.  Steve x Reader

@mrshopkirk - The Vows - the plain and simple vows from a lover because love doesn’t need to be complicated all the time.  Bucky x Steve (Stucky)

@softcorehipposChamber of Secrets - Part 22 -  After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state. Bucky x Reader 

@tatortot2701 - The Nanny Part 5 - So look at me, putting out another filler. But I wanted to give you guys a new chapter and I think this was needed. Don’t worry, this fic will pick up its pace. Love you guys and thank you for being so patient. Bucky x Reader

@themcuhasruinedmeMore Than That (Pt. 1), Pt. 2 -  Who knew your boyfriend knew Tony Stark in college. At a college alumni party, you meet the Avengers and they immediately take a liking to you, treating you like a “sister-like” figure. Except for one super soldier who likes you “more than that”. When your relationship starts to fall apart, you confide in Steve about it who’s willing to do anything to be more than friends with you. Steve x Reader

@whyisbuckyso - Smoke - Request: Hey! Absolutely love you and was wondering if I could get a request based of these prompts? “She’s got tangled hair and cigarettes” “I like the look of your face when you’re yapping on about him” “I don’t wanna be your friend I wanna kiss your neck” “When I see your pyjamas I can’t stop smiling at you” Bucky X reader if you don’t mind xx Bucky x Reader

@you-and-bucky - My Father  - Hey, a mostly fluffy fic, isn’t that exciting? I know that it is a little odd to share a New Year fic in April, but I was going to share it before, and then life just got in the way. But, I didn’t want to wait until the end of the year for this, as it kind of sets up for some of the really emotional stuff I have planned. Bucky x Reader, Tony x Reader

@you-and-bucky - Since I Met You - And now you find out exactly why I wanted to post My Father before posting this one. I think the juxtaposition is wonderful. Mwahahaha. Anyway, Tony is going to come across a bit differently in this one, and there is going to be a lot of pain for the Reader. But remember that they are all just doing what they think is the right thing to do.
As always, once the Reader calms down, she will see clearer. But for now, please enjoy, and if you have any feedback, please let me know : )
Oh yes, and I do not have much experience with legal documents, so please keep that in mind as you read! Fitting in extra characters here was a tad tricky, so hopefully that makes sense too… Bucky x Reader, Tony x Reader

Where Soul Meets Body- 17

Summary: Soulmate AU. Some people went their entire lives without ever meeting their soulmates. You were one of the lucky ones, to have found and fallen in love with the owner of the initials tattooed on your hip. When your soulmate’s best friend struggles to deal with a tragedy in his own life, you discover that you might not have been as lucky as you thought.
Steve Rogers x Reader; Bucky Barnes x Reader (Not MMF)

Warnings: (Series, not specifically this chapter: bad language, unprotected sex or sexual situations, drinking/alcoholism, drug use, violence, cheating, references to death, mutilation and trauma, maybe more.)

Words: 1235

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Master   Part 16

Originally posted by caps-bucky

The next time you saw Bucky was the morning you and Steve were due to visit your parents. Steve had gone out for a morning run, despite the melting snow turning the sidewalks into strips of ice and slush. You made coffee, putting three cups on the counter in the hopes that maybe, just maybe, you could coax Bucky into talking to you or Steve.

He was still in his pajamas when he finally emerged, looking tired as ever, yawning as he entered the kitchen. You were already eating, glancing up as he stopped to pour his coffee. “Morning, sunshine.”

Bucky glanced your way, mumbled something, and then turned to go back to his room. You stood abruptly, the chair squeaking on the tiles. “Bucky, wait.”

He did, but he kept his back to you. His shoulder blades tensed under a too-tight shirt. You moved from the table, hands wringing.

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Till the end of the line

Originally posted by misunderstood-adventures

Fandom: Marvel
Pairings: Steve x (sister)reader, slight Bucky x reader
Genres: so. much. angst, tiny bit of fluff
Words: 2.810
Summary: Not wanting to leave her brother’s side, reader insists on getting the serum as well. She lives through it all, fights by his side and eventually comes face to face with Bucky, the man she fell in love with, who’s now HYDRA’s weapon - requested by @hopelessgarbage

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fluffy villain steve

Another fill for the stony bingo - this time “my other secret lair is a volcano”. I guess this counts as another snippet of my Contrasts verse.


“So it is a volcano,” Tony says, looking around with open curiosity.

“I don’t like the cold,” Steve shrugs.

Tony looks at him and frown. “You checked it, right? It’s not active? Because—”

Steve nods patiently. “I’m perfectly safe.”

Tony’s face clouds, but he doesn’t answer that. He walks to the wall of screens at one wall and scoffs. “You call this tech?”

“It might’ve escaped your attention I’m not on SHIELD’s payroll anymore.” Steve rolls his eyes. Figures that’s what Tony focuses at.

Tony straightens up, sharply. “I’m perfectly aware of it,” he says. “Steve, we—we really—we should talk about it.”

“We have,” Steve answers. It’s not untrue. “But this weekend was supposed to be for us.”

Tony sighs. “I know. I just—I miss you.”

Steve misses Tony every hour every day when they’re separate—when they have to be separate. He doesn’t say it out loud. Instead, he crosses the room to Tony, kisses him sweetly. Tony leans up into him, kisses back, and his lips are warm and his tongue is hot and it’s perfect—and then he takes a step back, slightly unsteady.

Steve looks at him, worried. “Did I …”

“You could’ve opened the handcuffs first,” Tony complains.

“I had to kidnap you to get a weekend together,” Steve reminds him even as he’s digging for the key. He opens the locks quickly, and gently massages Tony’s wrists.

“Hm.” Tony tilts his head, gives Steve his best innocent smile—which just means it’s terribly fake. “I’d prefer ropes, next time, I think,” Tony says. “Red.”

The mental image—Tony spread on Steve’s bed, red rope wrapped around his wrists and ankles—briefly short-circuits Steve’s brain. Tony’s looking at him like he’s very aware of that.

“Next time,” Steve agrees, his mouth dry. “We’d need—a week kidnapping?”

“God, yes,” Tony nods. “So try not to get arrested in the meantime.”

“Well,” Steve drawls, putting his hands on Tony’s cheeks, slowly leaning closer and closer. “Definitely not when I have you here,” he promises.

Tony kisses him, and his hands immediately go to Steve’s arms, maybe for a moment balance—but then he’s opening Steve’s suit—of course, he did design it, even if the official story goes more like Steve Rogers hacked Stark Industries servers; we’re grateful he didn’t get to ones containing our old files on weaponry.

Steve knows Tony has a lot of new files on weaponry—updates and changes to the Avengers’ gear—and even if he could hack Tony’s servers, he’d never endanger the team like that.

Just because they disagree on some—pretty fundamental—issues doesn’t mean he doesn’t care about them.

And Tony, of course.

Steve moans when Tony licks down his neck, closes his teeth over his collarbone and bites gently. He’s always worked fast.

“Bedroom’s that way,” Steve says.

“So impatient,” Tony answers, working on Steve’s trousers.

“You’re the one stripping me basically in the hallway,” Steve stifles a laugh.

Tony raises an eyebrow. “Is there anyone else here?”

Not at the moment. “No,” Steve says.

“Well then?” Tony grins, opens Steve’s belt, and pulls his trousers down in one smooth move.

“I haven’t seen you in months, I want actual bed—”

“I haven’t seen you in months, and you’re making me wait, I can’t believe you,” Tony tells him. “Come on, Steve, lead on.”

Is this how he wants it, Steve thinks. He kicks his trousers all the way off—like he said, no one here to see them; the perks of a secret volcano lair. Then he effortlessly picks Tony up and strolls towards his bedroom.

Tony laughs, tight, and his eyes are very, very dark.

It’s a very good weekend, after that.

They should schedule kidnappings more often.

Imagine: Being Clint's Daughter and being sick of living in hiding so you get to go with him to the Avengers tower

“Please Dad!!!!!” You were desperately trying to get out of the house for something other than school. Luckily Aunt Nat was there to back you up. “Clint, she’s a teenager let her have some fun… besides she’ll be at the tower with us.” She gave him an encouraging smile and when your dad wasn’t looking she sent you a wink. He sighed and looked back and forth between both you and Natasha. “Fine but you have to stay in the tower for the whole week.” You and Nat high five. While you ran up stairs to go pack you miss the next part of the conversation going on between Nat and your dad. “Ya know, it’s not he safety I’m worried about,” Clint paused looking Natasha in the eyes to make sure she knew he was being serious. “I’m worried about her and Parker… they’ve only met a couple of times but I caught him making googly eyes at [Y/N] and you know she’s my world.” Natasha nodded. “It’ll be fine Barton… don’t worry your bird brain about it.” She smirked as she ran upstairs to see if you were ready. Five minutes later you and Nat were were dragging down your luggage, pillow and a blanket. Hiding inside your pillow case was your Spider-Man plusher that no one knew anything about. You would never admit it but he was your favorite. “I’m ready!” You smile excitedly dropping the stuff you were carrying for your dad to pick up as you ran outside. There it was… the quinjet you’ve heard so much about. Before going on you look behind you to make sure your dad and aunt were coming. Once you saw the door shut you continued running right onto the high tech plane. When you got inside everything felt like a dream, there in front of you were all of the avengers. “Hey baby Barton,” Tony said giving you a hug. You look around and said your hellos trying to find one person in particular. “If you’re looking for Parker he isn’t here, said something about school and Liz.” Steve was too observant sometimes but wait… who was Liz? You mentally curse yourself for thinking you even had a chance, it wasn’t like you were the only available girl in his life of course there would be someone. “Thanks,” you try your best not to look disappointed. “Cheer up kiddo, Liz is dating Michelle… not much of a shock once you meet them.” Tony patted your back. In all of the commotion of your feelings you didn’t notice that all of your stuff was packed up and the quinjet started moving. The fly to New York wasn’t that bad especially since you go to look out the front window while your dad flew the jet. “This is gonna be great Dad, I’m so excited!! Thank you so much.” You kiss his cheek while making your way to an actual seat for landing. Once in New York and at the tower you got settled into a guest room not wanting to share one with your dad. You exact words were “heck no.” After strategically hiding your Spider-Man plushie you deemed your room safe for trespassers and went out into the rest of the tower to explore. The first thing you wanted to find was the kitchen, sure you’ve been there a couple times before but it been awhile. A good 15 minutes passed by of just you wandering when you see the familiar blue jacket. That jacket appeared in all of the snapchats Peter Parker sent, you guys had a 200 day streak. Sneaking up behind him you wrap your arms around his neck and whisper… “Boo.” You smirk as the dork freaks out and turns red once he sees your face. “Jesus [Y/N], say hi like a normal person next time.” He was trying so hard to hide his blush, you didn’t catch it but someone else did… your father. Using his impeccable aim he starts to fling whatever small object is near him at Peter. “How ya doing /Spider-Boy/?” You could hear the bitterness drenching the words. “I-i’m fine Mr. Barton… uhh how a-re you?” “I’m just dandy.” Your dad smiles. “that’s great,” Peter basically whispers. The rest of the team walk into the kitchen carrying pizzas and breadsticks. “We bare gifts.” Tony said walking in front of everything bowing. You run over to be the first to grab pizza while behind your back an intense stare down was going on between Peter and your father… or was more one sided. Clint was glaring while Peter was sliding into his seat wishing he had stayed home. When you return Peter feels safe again because Clint decided not to let you know that he was murdering Peter with his eyes. “Hey do you wanna go eat in my room so we can catch up on things?” Your smile seemed so inviting to Peter but Clint’s squinty eyes said otherwise. “Uhh sure.” Peter decided just to ignore your dad… not the best way to get on his good side. Before going into your room you steal a whole box of pizza while Parker smuggled a bag of breadsticks in his jacket. To get settle you and Peter decided it would be best to build and fort and watch movies on your laptop. Once you were finished building the fort everything had to be transferred inside. You left Peter in charge of grabbing pillows and you grabbed your laptop. “[Y/N]… what’s this?” “Hmm?” You stuck your head out of the fort to see Spider-Man himself holding your Spider-Man plushie…. “Hahaha….. wwwhaaattt, th-h-at must be my little brother’s.” You blush. Peter looks at the little heart shaped patch sewn crudely on the butt that had two initials on it. “[Your Initial] plus P.” Peter read out loud. When it registered that it was yours and his initials he blushed. “So uhhhhhh your brother just happens to think we’d be a good couple?” He jokes nervously, never in his life did he think his crush would like him back… never EVER. “y-ya caught me… i-i-,” you stammer getting cut off by a short yet sweet kiss. Peter slowly pulls you by the hand back to the cover of the fort. You guys proceeded to make out for who knows how long. It got pretty heated and you’re 100% sure he left multiple hickies leading all the way down to your collarbone but don’t worry you got him back by leaving a really big and noticeable hickie on the side of his neck. Suddenly there was the sound of a door opening. “[Y/N], I’ve been trying to stop your dad from coming in here for two hours what are you even doing?” You hear Natasha’s voice coming from oddly close to the opening of the fort. Peter’s fingers leave the hem of your shirt and you quickly burst out of the fort almost bumping heads with Natasha. She took one look at your neck took your hand and called for Parker to follow quickly behind. You were sat on a chair in her room while she rummages through her makeup. “I really don’t want any death tonight and I know your father would kill poor Parker over here as soon as he saw those marks on both of you.” She sighed saying something about young love. Once Natasha finished with your next she ushered you out saying that it would be suspicious. You didn’t leave the room until you got one last kiss with Peter. “See ya later.. Spider-man.” You wink and blow him a kiss.

Originally posted by gounderoos

One night out

Anon: I was just scrolling around your profile when I saw your valentine message. Maybe you could do a Steve rogers x reader, where the reader hasn’t seen him since civil war and was planning to spend Valentine’s Day on her own with ice cream and movies but he shows up on her doorstep and he takes her on a romantic date? I also have to tell you that I absolutely love your sherlock heartbroken series and I can’t wait for the next part. You’re amazing, bye :)

Anon: I was wondering if you could a captian america x reader for the valentines day fic where they reunite and he brings her some flowers and it’s all sweet but they also know that he has to go back into hiding. I love your writing! Thank you! ILY XOXOX also! Happy valentines day! 

Words: 1300 woah

A/n: hope you guys enjoy this fic! Happy Valentines Day! 

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“No, mom, I’m not doing anything tonight,” You slammed the freezer door shut and plopped the ice cream down on the counter before placing the hot fudge and other toppings next to it. You were balancing the phone on your shoulder, chatting with your mother, “I’ll be fine- No mom, I’m not ‘lonely’ and ‘in need of a man’, I can handle myself perfectly- Mom- I don’t need a man in my life.” You went to scoop ice cream out from the small bucket, but put the scoop down and started drizzling your toppings into the ice cream bucket itself. 

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Neighbors Steve Rogers x Reader

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Characters: Steve Rogers (Captain America)

Warnings: Fluff, Smut, Some mention of race and insecurities

Word Count: 3,468

A/N: Hey guys, I have been working on this for a while and it’s really long, like 6-7 pages long. I hope you guys enjoy this and that none of my friends read this either. Enjoy adorable Steve Rogers!!!!


Originally posted by yalica


I was scrolling through Tumblr and what not when I heard a loud knocking at my door. Which was weird, because I wasn’t expecting anyone, I have no friends that would come over, and I don’t have a boyfriend to come over and surprise me. So it is either a very polite serial killer, or it’s someone who is lost and needs help of some kind. When I opened the door, I was met with an insanely tall and muscular chest.

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anonymous asked:

Though Steve gets uncomfortable when others openly admire his physique, behind closed doors he's a lot vainer than people think. He even takes Uncle-Jesse amounts of pride in his hair.

He wasn’t sure he’d call it vain.  At least, not on the days he was being obtuse.  It’s just that he never had time to really look at himself, before.  There was the war and very little privacy and even fewer mirrors.

He had a laundry list of reasons why he found himself many nights standing in front of his bathroom mirror looking at himself but if he was honest with himself they boiled down to the fact that he really liked the way he looked.  

Sue him.  He’d spent most of his life thin and sickly and feeling like he was someone to look through rather than at and he was finally happy with the way he looked.  Not that he didn’t like himself before, but.  It was just.  

He was strong and healthy and he felt a little guilty for being so vain but this body was still new to him even if it wasn’t new to history books.

But what he liked most was his hair.  It was thick and full and nothing like the thin, wispy locks that fell limp across his brow before.  And the products.  The twenty-first century had a million products he could put in his hair: before, during, and after washing it.  To make it softer, fuller, less greasy, more moisturized; dyes and highlights and lowlights and midtones and.  He was pretty sure he was spending about a half hour on his hair every day.  

Steve didn’t even mind the cowl; it was an excuse to re-do his hair after a mission and he really enjoyed touching it and fixing it and trying something new.  

What he did find strange was how uncomfortable it was to have others admiring him.  It was ok when he ogled himself in the mirror before or after a shower, or before getting dressed or when choosing an outfit, but he found it difficult to stomach the way other people looked at him.

Because he was being looked at for what he looked like, not looked at the way Bucky and Peggy had looked at him, like it was who he was that was worth seeing.  

He felt like a hypocrite.  And when Natasha approached him one day before (another) gala while Steve was adjusting his tie (again) and wordlessly slipped him a business card, Steve accepted it with no small amount of gratitude; she’d always been Fury’s go-to for an evaluation; had helped him assess the Avengers candidates, even.  And he trusted her, so he made sure to call the next day for an intake appointment. 

He might be Captain America, but some things, he thought, maybe someone else could help him shoulder.  

High School (2/?)

Summary: Steve makes his move and helps the reader stand up to Lindsay and they’re the cutest high school couple 

 Pairings: AU!Steve Rogers x Reader

 Word Count: 1,248

Warnings: Not one, it’s very fluffy 

A/N: I finally finished it and I can’t wait for the next part, as always thank you for reading and please tell me what you thought about this part. This was originally a request made by @ruby-rose789 ; hope you like this sweetheart. 

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Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

Over the weekend Y/N was trying to figure out what Nat meant what she said those things about Steve, could he have a crush on her? Psh, no she was no match for him. But maybe she was and she didn’t know. As Y/N was getting ready for school on Monday, she gave herself a pep talk and reminded herself to stop by the local bookstore to grab another copy of A Little Princess, even though she knew she could never find one like the one her mother gave her. When she walked through the front doors of the school, she felt everyone’s eyes on her and her heart dropped when the sounds of Lindsay’s heels echoed through the halls. She sped walk to her locker, trying to keep an eye out for Nat to ask what she meant on Friday. Unfortunately, she arrived at her locker before finding Nat. Once she opened her locker, a copy of A Little Princess sat in front of her, she reached for it and opened the cover, wondering if there was any sign of who it was from. As And there was, a note written in the nicest handwriting that read:

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Take a Chance (Part 4)

Originally posted by sincerelysaraahh

pairings: Reader x Steve Rogers
characters: Reader, Steve Rogers, Steve’s Parents, Natasha and Wanda (mentions)
word count: 1,120
warnings: pregnancy talks
a/n: probably the shortest chapter in this series lfmao
summary: AU! After a one night stand at a friend’s wedding, you gain something that could possibly change your life and views on life for the better or worse.

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Your name: submit What is this?

Maybe telling your baby daddy that you were pregnant so abruptly wasn’t such a good idea. But hey! You already did and there’s no taking it back now.

Might as well take a hammer and hit the nail in the coffin, right? “You’re gonna be a dad.”

Steve stays in an unblinking stare, his eyes wide and mouth parted almost comically. You fidget with the plastic cup, pinching the bottom edges, waiting for him to say anything, something. His eyes are watering and you’re positive it has nothing to do with the fact that you just told him he might be a father, but the fact that he has yet to blink.

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Secrets & Vows (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Hey, guys! So, it’s taken some time, but the fic is finally finished! This is dedicated to the lovely @recklesslonelyblond​ for sharing her wonderful story idea with me. With that in mind, requests are still open, so you can send those my way if you’d like, and I’ll gladly get to them as fast as I can. Anywho, I hope you enjoy Secrets & Vows!




Today was the day. Today would be the day you told him.

The day you would try to tell him. Again.

You frowned deeply at the thought but quickly shook it away, turning again to look at yourself in the mirror. You couldn’t help but smile shyly at the sight before you.

Your figure stood front and center, a beautiful flowing white dress draped across your physique. Atop your head, your hair lay in an elegant half up, half down do, with loose curls framing your glowing face, adorned only by a light layer of blush, lip gloss, eye shadow and mascara. Your eyes shone in happiness, seeming to bring the entire look together.

Behind you, a low whistle sounded, causing you to turn abruptly, arm raised in alarm as a relatively large rock from a few feet away sprung into the air at your call.

“Whoa, Avatar, calm down! It’s just me!”

Recognizing the voice, you lower your outstretched arm, the rock following, only to reveal none other than Clint Barton himself.

You roll your eyes.

“Really, Barton? It’s my wedding day. Can’t you call me by my name?”

“Your real name? Nah, I think I’ll stick to Avatar.”

You grumbled in irritation with a low “Bird Brain,” and then with a swipe of your hand, his hair was ruined by a strong blast of wind.

Chuckling, without a care in the world, he slung your arm through his without mentioning his newly messed up hair. With a crisp, bright smile, he gently led you to a nearby door, with large distinct images of cherubs and clouds. Through its wooden surface, the low hum of the beginning of “Hear Comes the Bride” rang clearly.

“It’s your time to shine, Avatar,” Clint  cooed, his eyes glowing with brotherly affection and pride.

And suddenly, your heart grew tight with nerves.

It was finally happening. The day you had dreamed of since you had laid eyes on your husband-to-be. That fateful day, five years ago when Steve Rogers himself had fallen victim to your rescuing. The day his truthful blue eyes and concerned smile had almost made you drop the building-large boulder onto your stunned figures. The day Captain America himself had invited you into the Avengers.

The prominent lull of the organ reminded you of the nearing events, and a gentle smile quickly overtook your face. Looking at Clint, you nod giddily.

“Let’s go!”

And so the ceremony went on, beautiful and small, with only the Avengers looking on, wide grins and watering eyes. By the time the priest had gotten to his closing words, there was enough water in the room for you to form a small lake.

“You may now kiss the bride,” hummed the priest, his eyes washing over the couple standing in front of him.

In return, you and Steve grinned at one another, leaning close until your lips met in a gentle embrace. After a few seconds, you both pulled away, suddenly aware of the exaggerated whooping and hollering coming from your friends.

In slight embarrassment, you bury your face in Steve’s chest. Glancing up at him from your spot, you frown lightly, a thought coming to mind.

“Steve… I have something I need to tell you…,” You cool gently.

Steve looked down at you, grinning.

“Of course. What is it, Doll?”

Your mouth opened, ready to spill out the truth of the past few months, only to be cut short by Vision’s sharp, curt voice.

“There’s been another attack in Boston!”

Immediately, Steve prickled up at the news, before pulling away. Desperately, you grabbed his wrist.

“I still have to tell you something. It’s important!” You hissed, trying to stay quiet so your friends wouldn’t hear.

“It’ll have to wait, doll! Boston needs our help,” he instructed, walking away without another word.

All you could do was follow after him, wishing that for just a few seconds, long enough for you to give him the news, he wouldn’t prioritize the world over you.

)-(

Nine hours of fighting tooth and nail sure could drain a person. When you add in the fact that most of the fighting was against robot clones, it was a surprise any of you were still standing.

The entire team treaded towards the waiting Quinjet, ready to collapse on each other and sleep.

For a while, silence wafted through the jet, only the soft snores of Wanda breaking it. You watched on affectionately, a smile passing onto your lips just as Steve stood slowly. When your gazes met, he placed a comforting hand on your shoulder and motioned to the pilot seat, where Tony lazily steered the plane back to home. Nodding in understanding, he walked away.

Almost immediately, Clint was in his seat, an arm wrapping around your shoulder. His face was tired but smiling, and he was quick to work some sleep-slurred words out of his lips.

“You did great today, Avatar. Best performance out of you in years,” he teased, trying to lighten the sleep deprived atmosphere.

“Gee thanks, Clint. Glad I met your standards,” you lull, your mood lifting slightly at his attitude.

“I’m just saying, who gets to see a pregnant woman kick that much ass on the daily? That husband of yours is one lucky man!”

Your soft giggling was radiant in the weary Quinjet, but it quickly was drawn short by a stiff voice.

“Pregnant? What is he talking about?”

Your eyes shot open wide, your gaze landing on Steve as he made his presence known. Horrified, the only thought you could process was a rather simple one.

I’m going to kill Clint.

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Your heart wrenched in your chest as you watched Steve stand alone on the balcony of your room at the Avengers Facility. In the dead of night, you could only faintly see his brooding figure. Even so, you could clearly make out his tense shoulders, which only grew more tense when you stepped into the crisp night.

“Steve…,” You started, your voice trailing off when you found you didn’t quite know what to say.

Steve seemed to figure that out for you.

“How long have you known?”

At his words, you almost decided to shrink back into your room, but you firmly held your place on the breezy balcony.

“About two and a half months. I’m only a month more along, though.”

“Two and…,” Steve paused, processing this new information.

For a few seconds, he seemed deep in thought before he suddenly turned, his face showing that his thoughts had him on the brink of hysteria.

“Are you insane?! Do you even know how many missions you’ve been on in two and a half months?! Five! What if something had gone wrong? Why didn’t you tell me, (Y/N)–”

“I tried, Steve–”

“Not hard enough! You should have said something. I have every right to know! Were you just going to keep it from me until the baby came? Or worse, when something went wrong on one of the missions–”

You didn’t have time to stop yourself as your hand jerked out on reflex, and with a strong gust of wind, you flung Steve into the railing of the balcony. Looking up at him as he clung to the rail in shock, your eyes held a raging fire in the gaze.

“Damnit, Steve, I tried! Why do you think I was backing out of so many missions? It’s not my fault those five needed my expertise! And don’t act like you don’t have any of the blame in the situation!”

From his spot only a few feet away, even the darkness couldn’t hide the fact that his mouth opened as if to object. Another swipe of your hand and a thin wall of water to the face shut him down effectively.

“No, you shut up and listen!” You roared, for the first time all night not caring that you weren’t saving face.

“I understand that you’re angry. You had every right to know, and I shouldn’t have deprived you of that right. But if you get to blame me for that, than you damn well deserve some of the blame as well.

“You of all people should know how engrossed you become when it comes to this team. You begin to prioritize everything, where anything that isn’t included in the process of saving the world is thrown to the back of your mind. You do it every damn time, Steven Grant, so don’t you deny it. Now you tell me how many times I tried to approach you in these past months, but you were so focused on the mission that you brushed me off! That isn’t just a rhetorical statement. Tell me!”

Steve looked at you, his face glistening from the water and his mouth gaping like a fish. Suddenly, his mouth snapped shut, and he looked down, his eyes flitting side to side softly as he tried to think.

You, on the other hand, didn’t need to think. You knew the exact number (fourteen) and each situation. Five of those instances had been when you were hoping for some peace with Steve and were suddenly rushed to the Quinjet last minute for a mission, instead.

The other nine times were in your free time, and you had hoped that at last you would be able to share the news with your husband. Instead, said husband had decided to use the time to research further for future missions and the sudden overflow of disasters in need of the Avengers’ assistance. In some instances, you couldn’t even get a word out before Steve had offhandedly muttered something along the lines of being busy and how he would catch up with you during dinner (he didn’t).

On other occasions, you would be in the middle of telling him when he suddenly jerked in your direction, focus diverted from the files he had been reading, seeming shocked that you were even in the same room. And, once again, he pushed off the talk, his nose buried in the information that was sure to help on the next mission. You were honestly surprised he had found time for your wedding.

Steve finally looked up, his eyes cautious as he answered.

“Eight?” He asked meekly.

Your heart sunk slightly, having hoped that maybe he had noticed despite your expectations. Hurt, you shook your head in response.

“Fourteen, Steven,” you muttered with less fire than before, slowly sliding down the smooth glass of the sliding door until your butt hit the floor gently.

“I tried fourteen times. Well, I guess fifteen because I was going to try to tell you again before we got today’s mission, but–”

“But Clint accidentally said it before you had the chance…,” Steve finished, his voice also lowering until it was a quiet mumble, matching the lack of fire in your own tone.

You both paused, allowing the sudden peace to wash over the balcony, until Steve slowly walked towards you, crouching barely half an inch in front of your bent knees. Your eyes stayed locked on your hands, avoiding his gaze like it was the plague.

Evidently, that wasn’t in Steve’s agenda, for his hand reached out in only a matter of seconds, and then your eyes were looking directly into his pale blue ones. In silence, the pair of you only stared in each other’s eyes, searching for something neither of you could quite place your fingers on. After what felt like ages, Steve abruptly brought you into his arms, just in time to catch the equally as abrupt flow of tears pouring from your eyes.

In his arms, you hardly made a sound, shocked by the leaking of your own eyes. The anger you had felt only minutes before had faded, but you only felt emotionless now. You certainly saw no reason to be crying. Until Steve spoke, that is.

“I’m sorry, doll…”

His voice was shaky, laced with a subtle wave of emotion, as he clung to your body, and his large fingers dug into your waist lightly, burying his face into your neck. Only when you felt a pool of wetness forming in the dip of your collar bone–having nothing to do with your earlier water attack–did you understand your own tears, and sluggishly, your hands moved from their place in your lap to wrap around Steve’s waist. And together, you two cried.

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For nearly an hour, you two had sat in a lack of silence, the breeze of the night, the chirping of birds, and your incessant crying echoed in your ears. You both had found that even when you felt you could stop crying, it was much more relaxing to just let it all out. The past few months had been stressful ones, what with you having to deal with the weight of the unexpected pregnancy and the wedding–despite it being tiny–and Steve handling the abundance of missions flowing in. In the midst of your shared crying fits, apologies had soon muttered their way into the open, each lightening the load of many burdens. Soon, you only sat in each other’s company and talked, Steve holding you firmly in his lap as a small fire burned in the palm of your hand in hopes of drying the last of your tears.

You talked about how the pregnancy was going and how you threatened the team with keeping the secret so you could be the one to tell him. You talked about how he had suddenly been so stressed out that he allowed himself to be sucked into his work. You talked about baby names and toys and colors and vacations and if the baby would have his super strength or your control of water (or maybe air). You talked about fears and hopes for your child, education plans, personality types. Everything you could think of discussing, you managed to bring up in conversation, and by the time the sun began to peak out from the horizon, there was nothing to talk about.

Or so you thought.

“Do you remember my vow?” Steve suddenly asked, both of your gazes focused on the rising sun.

Your eyebrows furrowed in thought. “Kind of. I more so remember that I cried because of it.”

Steve chuckled, resting his chin atop your head.

“Well, I meant what I said, even if you don’t remember all of it,” he cooed, shifting again so his head was resting on your shoulder, placing a short kiss on your jaw.

“I’ll love you until the end of time, whether you believe me or not,” he spoke, your mind slowly remembering the words as the ones he had spoken earlier that day. “Your insecurities and my own won’t get in the way of our love because you are precious to me in ways you’ll never understand. For the rest of my life, I’ll fight to keep us together, and I won’t let myself live in a world without you. There is no meaning if you aren’t in it.”

You smiled, blushing at the vow’s closing words, only to be surprised when his lips grew closer to yours, and he continued speaking.

“I know I can be a pain, and I know I can cause more trouble than good, but I want you to stay by my side. I’m nothing without you, and I plan on showing you that for the rest of our lives. I’ll try to stop being so absorbed in the world so long as you promise to never hold back. If you want to yell, yell. If you want to cry, cry. I’m here to endure all of it. If it means being able to stay by your side for the rest of my life, I’m willing to endure anything…”

You didn’t give him much time to continue on if he had more to say before you turned in his lap, propping up on your knees. And as the sun finally broke past the horizon line, your glowing silhouettes met in a captivating kiss.

A Little Help

So, I have a friend. She’s an amazing friend, one of the best I have, maybe even the best. She’s my support system when I need one, she makes me laugh, she’s a shoulder to cry on, she sends me pictures of sexy men to cheer me up or just because. She betas for me, she lets me bounce ideas off of her, she tells me when I’m nuts. In short, she’s amazing.

She’s also an amazing writer, writing for multiple fandoms and multiple characters - Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Oliver Queen, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester. She writes smut, AUs, unbelievable series, and pieces that take my breath away and make me feel inadequate next to her. Again, she’s amazing.

I’m asking you guys, my wonderful followers, to take a minute to check out her blogs and honestly, you should totally follow both of them - her main blog @mamapeterson and her writing blog, @mrs-squirrel-chester. You won’t regret it.

Looking for the Captain

Originally posted by imaginesofeveryfandom

Pairing: None
Word count: 1,365
Warnings: Maybe a swear or two


Never knowing who your father was was hard enough. Never knowing why your mother was always looking over her shoulder added to that. When you were young, you would ask her about it- why did she look so frightened all the time? You’d be told to hush, and not ask such questions. The older you got, the less you asked. Until you just stopped bringing it up. The years took their toll on her, and you refused to add to that.

Now, you were 21, and attending NYU. You had a small apartment that you shared with a roommate. Nothing fancy, but it was a roof over your head. Lounging in your room, you were studying for an upcoming final when your roommate knocked. “Yeah?” You looked up, chewing on the end of your pen.

“There’s a letter for you.” She shrugged, handing you an official looking manila envelope. “There’s no return address.”

Sitting up, you furrowed your brows and took it. “That’s odd.” You muttered, prying open the two small prongs on the back. Dumping out the contents, there were two white envelopes, and a necklace. Holding it up, it was a long silver chain, with a locket. “What the hell?” Your roommate stood there, curious. You glanced at her. “You can sit.” You told her, setting the necklace down. You raised an eyebrow at the name written on the first envelope you picked up- Steve Rogers. Why did that name sound familiar? Next, there was one with your name. Both were clearly written by a male.

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Your Own Pace

Character: Steve x Reader

Warnings: anxious thoughts about the future

Word Count: 890

Author’s Note: This drabble is dedicated to anybody who has been feeling down or worried about the future and where they’re at currently. I know I’ve been feeling very stagnant about my personal goals and future, so this drabble is very much based on my own life and is for me as much as it is for you guys. Huge thank you to @sebstan-theman for being my personal Steve Rogers ♡

Originally posted by dailyevanstan

Sigh.

Steve glanced over at you from where he was sitting on the bed, his back against the headboard and an open paperback book on his lap. When you didn’t say anything, he thought maybe he had imagined it. He picked up the book and barely got through one sentence when he heard it once more.

Sigh.

This time, he was certain the noise was coming from you. He took the scrap piece of paper next to him on the nightstand and stuck it in between his book as a bookmark before placing the reading material aside. Steve rested against the headboard and asked curiously, “What’s wrong?”

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