oh steve i keep ignoring you

dylanlovesthemets  asked:

“If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.” this is 3000000% something danny says to steve

@dylanlovesthemets this was so McDanno omg it was perfect :D Hope you like it! 

Steve blinks himself awake, a little fuzzy, but after a quick shake of his head it all comes rushing back to him. He and the team had been out for drinks, which is typical after they successfully close a case. Chin had begged off first, going home to Malia before it got too late. Kono had left second after making eyes at the waitress for most of the evening. Which had left Danny and Steve to their conversation. They were more than a few beers in and Steve had said something that made Danny laugh.

Steve had been more than a little distracted by the twinkle in Danny’s eyes, the way he looked with his head thrown back laughing.  He should have noticed they were being watched. When they’d gotten up to leave it was raining, and they’d argued. Steve didn’t care about running to the car because they could change when they got home. Danny didn’t want to get the seats wet.

The men had come out of nowhere. One moment he was getting Danny all riled up and the next he’d been hit upside the head and everything went black.

So he’s not completely surprised that he’s waking up on a cold floor. He’s not even alarmed by the fact that his eyelashes on his right eye are sticky with blood.

What is concerning is the unmoving body of his partner across the room. Steve takes stock of himself quickly. No shoes, pockets emptied, aching head and a sore neck. He can feel no other injuries but that hardly matters right now. 

Because he’s in a barred cell, with nothing to pick the lock and his partner is unconscious and bleeding 10 feet away from him.

Steve can see a red stain on Danny’s side, and it’s slowly growing the longer Steve watches. Ignoring his headache, he yells towards the open door, where he can see their captors sitting and watching TV.

“Danny! Danny!” he tries, hoping to rouse his partner but when it doesn’t work the panic starts to overtake him. “Hey! Hey! Someone needs to check on my partner. None of you want to be a cop killer! Get in here and make sure he’s still breathing!”

He shouts and shouts hoping to annoy one of them to come into the room and at least roll Danny over so Steve can see that he’s breathing. But instead the guy just slams the door shut between them. And Steve is pretty close to losing it. He’s never truly been confronted with his partner dying. Not since the sarin poisoning last year. But he’s pretty sure Danny is dead on the floor over there and there’s nothing he can do about.

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Rhythm - 2

(part 1) | (part 3) | (part 4) | (part 5)

summary: you want her, you need her, and i’ll never be her
warnings: angst, injury, swearing
word count: 1501

Insufferable. It’s probably the best word you’ve come up with so far to describe him. He’s an absolute jerk, not only during the day, but also at night. Gone are the times you used to empathize with him when he’d wake up screaming his throat raw.  No more nightmares for Bucky Barnes, who stays up all night with his girlfriend and keeps you up all night to the sound of the headboard bashing against the wall or the hard, heavy panting or the high pitched voice saying “oh my god, Buck!” All. Night. Long.

You try to be happy for the bastard, you really do. You congratulate him on his one-month anniversary (even though it takes everything you have to not roll your eyes), you help his girlfriend make him a cake for his birthday, you even go as far as to extend an invitation to her for a night in with Nat, Sam, and Wanda. You try so damn hard to make sure that you aren’t showing just how much this is hurting you; the least he could do is make his sex life quieter.

It’s four a.m. right now and sounds from his bedroom are driving you insane. There’s a mission that you’re supposed to be up for in an hour and the amount of sleep you’ve gotten is precisely none. So you roll out of your empty bed, dressed in pyjama pants and an oversized t-shirt, yank open the door to your bedroom, stride across the hall to his room, and knock on his door. Three, short, loud knocks.

The screaming stops abruptly. There’s a groan, followed by shuffling sounds, then the door opens revealing Bucky, hair unkempt and breathing heavy and– and shirtless, with a sheen of sweat on his bare chest and boxers slung so low on hips. You swallow.

“Need somethin’, darling?” His voice is quiet; a husky whisper. There’s a smirk plastered on his face, but you can tell he’s annoyed by the set of his jaw.  

You clench and unclench you fists and keep your eyes on his face. “Yeah. Shut up, I’m trying to sleep.”

“Sorry doll, did I wake you?”

You exhale, nostrils flaring, trying hard to ignore the way your skin tingled when he said doll. “Don’t call me that.”

Bucky raises an eyebrow. “No?” You open your mouth to say more, but he slams the door shut in your face.

“We’re going to have to split up.” Steve’s yelling over the comms, and it’s doing nothing to help your headache, courtesy of Bucky and his S.O. You run your hands over your face, and listen in for your pairing, hoping to god that you’re paired with someone willing to cooperate. Read: anyone but James Buchanan Barnes.

“Buck, you and Y/N infiltrate the east base.” You choke on your spit, and Bucky glares at you. “There’s no heat signal there, so it’s most likely empty. Canvass the scene and see what you can find.”

You almost whine in frustration, but don’t say a word as you shove your gun into its holster and your knife into the sheath in your boot. “Let’s go.”

The jet drops you a small way from the HYDRA base. The walk is quiet, both of you scanning your surroundings for any sign of a threat. HYDRA’s smart. Even if Steve couldn’t pick up on a heat wave, you know to be careful.

When you arrive to the base, it’s empty as Steve predicted. There are no guards and the main doors are unlocked. You look over at Bucky. “You take the left side, I’ll take the right.”

For the first time in all the time you’ve known him, he doesn’t say anything snarky in response, only scowls, nods, and disappears to the left side of the building.

“Find anything?” You’re whispering into your comm, keeping your gun cocked and at the ready. The base is quiet, but something seems off.

“No,” the answer doesn’t come from the comms, and you whirl around to face the speaker, gun pointed in front of you. Bucky stands there, eyebrow cocked up in a bored fashion. He rolls his eyes, and then his expression is back to the permanent glare.

You drop the gun before speaking up. “Something’s wrong.” The entire thing seemed too easy. A HYDRA base, left completely empty, with nothing worthwhile to find? Unlikely.  

For a moment Bucky doesn’t say anything. His eyes keep scanning the room you’re in. Large, circular, with no windows. There are metal tables along the walls, with various miscellaneous tools around on them. Some sharp, some covered in blood. He walks over to one of the tables and picks up a scalpel, turning it in his hand. Then he drops it and turns to you, eyes wide. “We have to go, now.”

“Why, what happened?”

For the first time, Bucky doesn’t give you his omnipresent glare. “It’s a trap. The blood on the tools is fresh. The base is still warm. We were set up.”

Then he’s rushing towards the door, gun out and ready to attack. You follow behind him.

The first gunshot comes from the right, followed by another. You throw down a table and duck behind it, pulling Bucky down with you. “On the count–“ you lift your arms and fire, “–of three. You–“ you dodge another shot, “–run towards the–“ a bullet whizzes past your hair, “–fuck,  the door. I’ll cover.”

You reload your guns, count to three, and then you’re pushing Bucky towards the door. He’s falling back to shoot but you keep pushing him forward because you realize with a sudden jolt that you’re heavily outnumbered and if anybody needs to make it out of here, it’s Bucky. (Because fuck, there are so many people that need him. Steve needs him, Natasha, hell even Sam and Tony, and his girlfriend.) So you push him forward with your elbow as you shoot around you, and you’re almost at the door and Bucky’s stopped shooting now and he’s running out and you’re almost there and–

You feel the pain before you hear the sound of the gun. The bullet hits you in the abdomen, and you stagger backwards as another catches you in the shoulder. It’s not fatal, and you realize that they’re not shooting to kill – they’re shooting to capture.

You’re shooting blindly now, the hand of your injured shoulder on your stomach while the other unsteadily holds the gun. You can feel the blood seeping through your fingers but you don’t dare look down as you stumble forward, through the door. Someone’s yelling into your comms but the HYDRA agents are still on your tail and you’re moving as fast as you can and then someone’s grabbing onto your uninjured arm and pulling you forward. Your gun’s empty and it drops to the floor, and Bucky, who you realize is the one pulling you towards the jet, is covering the both of you this time.

How you make it back to the jet, you have no idea, but by the time you’re there, you know you’ve lost a lot of blood. Your face is pale and your hands are trembling, coated in scarlet liquid. Steve’s face is pure guilt, but the first one to say anything to you is Bucky.

“Are you fuckin’ stupid?” (You want to punch him. Really hard.) “What were you thinking, huh?”

You open your mouth to speak, but Bucky continues, “You could have died.” (You don’t have the energy to tell him that you’re dying right now, and if he could please shut the fuck up.) “Did you even consider that? Did you even bother –”

You close your eyes and lean your head back against the wall. “Bucky,” you croak out, cutting him off. Your voice is a whisper and everything’s hurting and you can’t feel your toes. He stops talking and you open your eyes, your gaze matching his. His eyes are blue – you notice – captivatingly blue.

“If I die–“ Steve, busy tending your injuries, tells you to stop talking like that and that you’re being dramatic, but you ignore him. “–if I die, I need you to know something.” The edges of your vision are hazy now, darkening.


You close your eyes again, this time for longer, and you have two super soldiers yelling at you to keep them open but you’ve lost so much blood.

You want to tell him, oh god, you want to tell him so badly, but a part of you, the part that’s congratulated him and baked with his girlfriend and watched chick flicks with her, is telling you to stop, to not say anything, because he’s already carrying the weight of the world. He doesn’t deserve another burden.

“What do you want to tell me?” He demands, and you lift your hand to beckon him close, so close that he can feel your breath tickling his cheek as you whisper in his ear:

“You’re a jerk.”

The world becomes dark.

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The Lucky Guy

Pairings: Sam Wilson x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader, Scott Lang x Reader

Words: 1K

Request: Hi doll ♥ Can you do one for me where some two avengers (maybe steve and sam) asks you on a date but you refuse because you have feelings for scott? And then you tell him about your feelings and he tells you that he likes you as well? Tnx ♥ -Anonymous

A/N: This one was so much fun to write –I mean, who wouldn’t dream about all the three S’s to have feelings for you? Yeah, exactly. I’m still slightly struggling with my block so sorry if it’s abrupt in some parts, but oh well, I hope you like the fic xx

“Hey Y/N,” I heard a soft voice chuckling behind me as I was trying to reach a bowl for my cereals. I turned around and saw Sam leaning against the kitchen’s counter, smirk on his face.

“Oh- morning pigeon,” I let out a soft laughter. “Now that you are here, could you please be my Prince Charming and give me a hand with that bowl,” I flashed him my puppy face, pointing at the top shelf, “I’m too short to reach it.”

“Hey, you know I’d do anything for you,” he winked, making me roll my eyes with a laughter as he grabbed the bowl easily, handing it to me. “So, Y/N, I was just wondering if you are free ton-“

“Nope,” I shook my head, taking the bowl from his hands. “For the hundredth time, I’m not going on a date with you Sammy.”

“On a date?” He let out a nervous laughter as he waved his hand, trying to look carefree. “I wasn’t going to ask you on a date.”

“Oh is that so?” I kicked my eyebrow, pouring milk to my cereals.

“Absolutely, I-,” he started, yet his sentence got cut short by my surprised exclamation, as I felt someone’s hands on my hips.

“Need for a helping hands over here?” I heard Steve’s voice chuckling behind me. “I am supersoldier after all, doll.”

Laughing, I shook my head, before pushing Steve further from me. “Thank you, Cap, but I think I can protect myself better than well.”

“Yes, she can,” Sam notified, glaring at Steve over the counter. “We were at the middle of something here-“

“Yeah, I noticed,” Steve kicked his eyebrow, “but I have a question for Y/N before I let you finish.”

“Oh no, you don’t,” Sam shook his head with warning tune in his voice, “keep walking grandpa, she’s not interested.”

“Umm, guys?” I harrumphed, glancing at both of the men in turns, yet let out a confused sigh as they kept ignoring me.

“We talked about this, Sam,” Steve raised his eyebrows, “If she says no to me-“

“No, I was supposed to ask first,” Sam shook his head, pointing at me. “We threw the coin-“

“And I got the heads so I’m first-“

“Guys,” I called out, more demandingly.

“No, tails were the winning side-“

“Oh, for Christ’s sake,” I sighed, rolling my eyes.

“What’s up with those two?” I heard a laugh coming behind me, and turned around to see Scott standing at the doorway, amused expression on his sleepy face.

“I have no idea,” I breathed out with soft laugher. “But it seems that they are fighting over me.”

“Not again,” he laughed rolling his eyes, before pouring himself a cup of coffee.

“Again?” I frowned, my mouth full of cereals. “This has happened before?”

“Oh, you bet,” Scott nodded, smirking. “They are crazy for you.”

My eyes widening, I glanced at the two men, who were still arguing about the winning side of the coin.

“But I don’t-,” I frowned, rubbing my face with my hand, “oh god no.”

“Two of the coolest Avengers have a crush on you and you are staving them off?” Scott raised his eyebrow. “Wow- impressive.”

“No, it’s not like that,” I mumbled, running my fingers through my hair. “I just kind of,” I let out a nervous laughter, “I have someone else in mind, you know?”

“Oh yeah,” he laughed, squinting his eyes slightly with a smile. “So, tell me a little bit more about this lucky guy of yours.”

“Well, he’s very funny,” I felt a smile rising to my lips, “he always says something stupid in the worse situations as possible, yet I think that’s just adorable”, I glanced at him carefully, with soft laugh, “and he’s always making everyone feel good about themselves and he truly cares about the people around him.”

“Wow, sounds like a great guy,” Scott nodded with a slight frown. “But Falcon and Captain America, do you really think he’s-”

“Believe me when I say, he’s way more cooler than those two idiots,” I laughed, nipping my bottom lip between my teeth, “he just doesn’t seem to know that by himself.”

“Maybe he just needs someone to show him that,” Scott raised his eyebrow, before nodding his head determinedly, smile on his lips. “Yeah, definitely, I think you should kiss the guy. You know, next time when you see him just pull him to you and smack your lips against his.”

“Like this?” I took a deep breath before pulling him closer to me by his t-shirt and pressed my lips against his.

For my surprise, Scott kissed me back immediately. He laid his coffee cup to the counter, before laying his hands to my hips to pull me even closer to him, making the kiss deeper. Yet a loud exclamation coming from next to us made me pull away from him, bright smile on my lips.

“Tic-tac?” Sam called out, looking purely shocked. “Y/N? Seriously? Antsy?”

I shrugged, biting my lip as I glanced at brightly smiling Scott.

“Looks like we lost the game, pal,” Steve let out a confused laughter, patting Sam’s back with his hand. “Come on.”

“I kind of feel bad for them,” I grinned, turning back to Scott as Steve had dragged protesting Sam out of the kitchen.

“Wow, no one has ever said that they feel bad after kissing me,” Scott joked, making me roll my eyes with a laughter.

“No, I didn’t mean that,” I laughed, as he pulled me closer to him. “Kissing you felt,” I bit my lip, trying my best to find the right adjective. “It felt great.”

“Great?” he frowned. “Great? I was waiting for something more like mind-blowing or even fantastic, but great? Ouch.”

“Oh shut up, Scott,” I laughed, shaking my head. “Why won’t you tell me how it felt since you are such a Shakespeare?”

“Maybe I should just show you,” he chuckled, tugging my hair gently behind my ear, before pulling me into another deep yet gentle kiss.

I actually forgot to come up with a title for this one and scheduled it anyway. OOPS.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Word Count: 2,676
Summary: You can sleep through anything, literally anything, except for the banging of your neighbour’s pipes when they decide to shower at three in the morning. You decide to say something, and well, it doesn’t necessarily go as planned.
Warnings: language, alcohol, Steve Rogers in only a towel
Author’s Note: This is based on the prompt: I SWEAR to GOD if I hear you showering at THREE IN THE MORNING again, I will seriously fight you, the pipes in this building are RIGHT above my bedroom, WHY are you taking showers at THREE AM. As always, it’s for @rogersxbarnesx who can see herself dreaming about the Avengers fighting crime in terrycloth.

Originally posted by heartfulloffandoms

You’re usually a heavy sleeper. You’ve slept through thunderstorms, house parties, neighbours yelling at all hours of the night, and even a tornado that one time. You’ve slept through screaming babies on airplanes and your old roommate’s extremely loud sex noises. You pride yourself on being able to sleep through anything, but you can’t sleep through this. You can’t sleep through these fucking pipes.

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Shut Up and Dance (Steve Rogers x reader)

I’m sorry I’ve been inactive lately, I’ve got a lot to do :(
Anyway this is for the anon who requested the songfic based on this song where the reader has a flirty relationship with Steve and one day this song came on in one of Tony’s party and the reader pulls her in for a dance. Enjoy!


Everybody seemed tired of this. Steve and (Y/n)’s constant flirting and blushing are really reducing the rest of the team’s productivity, and it’s really getting annoying.
The first few days (Y/n) started flirting with Steve, it was mild, but he got flustered and red anyway. After a while, Steve gained confidence to flirt back, and it only pleases (Y/n). Since then, things got more heated and inappropriate.
“Hey Steve,” greeted (Y/n) with a devilish grin on her face. She came over to Steve and lightly touched his biceps. “Have you been working out?” she taunted, smirking at him. “I knew you’d notice,” he replied with a wink.
“Really, guys?” Bucky whined. “I’m gonna puke,” he said, chugging the coffee from his mug. Bucky had taught Steve how to flirt, boosting his confidence. But now he would do anything to stop him.
“Well Bucky, maybe you shouldn’t have brought your hunk of a best friend with you for coffee,” smiled (Y/n) at Bucky, before returning her attention at Steve. Sam entered the room, “Hey Bucky, get prepared-” he was cut off short when he saw Steve and (Y/n). “Jesus, is it happening again?” he asked Bucky.
Bucky nodded with a pleading gaze.
“Anyway,” said Sam, trying to ignore Steve and (Y/n), “Just a reminder that Tony’s going to have a party tonight, and you should get ready. Some important people are going to be here tonight.”
“Who?” asked Bucky, furrowing his eyebrows.
“The president and a few generals,” Sam said, shrugging.
“Well, you better doll up, darling,” Steve whispered in her ear. She responded with a giggle, and replied, “only for you, Stevie.”
“Oh god,” said Sam, rolling his eyes.
A knock came on Steve’s door. He opened it to see his best friend. “You borrowed Sam’s earphones,” he pointed out, “He wants it back.” “Come in,” Steve invited Bucky in “You know Steve,” he started, “Why won’t you ask (Y/n) out?”
“Because she doesn’t like me back,” said Steve blankly, almost dissapointed. “Are you kidding me?!” exclaimed Bucky, “after all this time flirting, and you still think that she doesn’t like you back?”
Steve raised his eyebrows, “It’s only harmless flirting Bucky.”
Bucky threw his hands up on frustration. “Harmless? You think this is harmless? That’s enough! That’s it! You are asking her out. Tonight. And you are not in any position to object!” said Bucky. And before he could respond, Bucky slammed the door shut behind him, grabbing Sam’s earphones.
The party was crowded. Most people were in army uniforms. She did not know a lot of these people, but she recognized a few like Thaddeus Ross and President Matthew Ellis. She was wearing a sleeveless blue dress. It was simple and it hung just above her knee. She saw Steve on the other end of the room. He was in jeans, and what a coincidence- he was wearing a blue shirt that ran to his wrist, the first button or two were not in place. She strided over to him.
“Hey Stevie,” she greeted. “Wanna get a drink?”
Step smiled, and then complied.
Once they get to the bar, they were stopped by someone.
President Matthew Ellis.
“Mr. President,” saluted Steve.
“Captain Rogers,” he said with a polite smile, unable to hide the adoration. His gaze fell on (Y/n), “Ms. (L/n).”
(Y/n) smiled with a nod and shook his hand.
The president cracked a smile. “How are my all-American heroes?” he asked excitedly.
“We’re all good, Mr. president,” replied (Y/n).
“Well, you better be, or America’s power couple would be a goner,” he responded with a slight laugh.
Steve eyes widened as he stuttered, “P-power couple?”
“That’s what you are, right? A couple?” asked the president, raising his eyebrows. “No, sir, our relationship is strictly proffesional,” answered (Y/n) swiftly. She could’ve sworn she saw Steve frown from the corner of her eye.
“Too bad,” the president said, “you would’ve made a great couple.”
With that, he excused himself.
“Strictly proffesional?” said Steve with a blank expression. (Y/n) ignored him, trying to make things less awkward.
that was until her favorite song came on.

“Oh don’t you dare look back.
Just keep your eyes on me.”
I said, “You’re holding back,”
She said, “Shut up and dance with me!”

She didn’t even bother to see who was on the dance floor. She jumped from her seat instantly, she nearly dropped her cocktail.

This woman is my destiny
She said, “Ooh-ooh-hoo,
Shut up and dance with me.”

The guitar riff started playing, and the people on the dance floor started clapping their hands to the beat. On the center of the massive circle was (Y/n), with her own little space.

We were victims of the night,
The chemical, physical, kryptonite
Helpless to the bass and the fading light
Oh, we were bound to get together,
Bound to get together.

Steve never knew that (Y/n) was actually really good at dancing. Her body flows like water within the crowd, each step and spin controlled by the rhythm.

She took my arm,
I don’t know how it happened.
We took the floor and she said,

Surprisingly, she pulled Steve into the circle and urged him to dance. He was Captain America, how could she forcefully pull him in? With a yelp Steve started dancing awkwardly, making (Y/n) giggle.

“Oh, don’t you dare look back.
Just keep your eyes on me.”
I said, “You’re holding back,”
She said, “Shut up and dance with me!”

She sang that part, as if to hint Steve something. Her hands roamed his body, trying to get the tension off him. Steve grew red, flustered with embarrassment that he can’t dance.

This woman is my destiny
She said, “Ooh-ooh-hoo,
Shut up and dance with me.”

The fact that she was really close to him didn’t help either. They were standing chest to chest, their blue fabric mixing together. Steve felt like a freshman boy who was dancing with a senior in prom.

A backless dress and some beat up sneaks,
My discothèque, Juliet teenage dream.
I felt it in my chest as she looked at me.
I knew we were bound to be together,
Bound to be together.

Steve was getting a hang on this now. She was nowhere as good as (Y/n) but at least he wasn’t that bad. Now he had the confidenve to smile as his hands ran to her waist, spinning her around.

She took my arm,
I don’t know how it happened.
We took the floor and she said,

At first, (Y/n) was shocked of what he did, surprised that he’ll have the courage to do what he’s doing. But she couldn’t help but be delighted at his current behavior.

“Oh, don’t you dare look back.
Just keep your eyes on me.”
I said, “You’re holding back,”
She said, “Shut up and dance with me!”

The crowd was wild, especially now that two of the Avengers was in the dance floor, holding on to each other like teenagers who just fell in love.

This woman is my destiny
She said, “Ooh-ooh-hoo,
Shut up and dance with me.”

By now, The dance floor was clear, leaving only Steve and (Y/n) dancing. They barely even noticed, but the crowd cheered on them.

Deep in her eyes,
I think I see the future.
I realize this is my last chance.

Then, they stopped moving, gazing into each others’ eyes. She had her arms around his neck, his around her waist as the world disappeared around them.

She took my arm,
I don’t know how it happened.
We took the floor and she said,

They leaned in, and met in the middle. The kiss was explosive, like a dozen fireworks. The crowd went wild, witnessing the beginning of something new.

“Oh, don’t you dare look back.
Just keep your eyes on me.”
I said, “You’re holding back,”
She said, “Shut up and dance with me!”

Steve started, “(Y/n), I-”
“Shut up and dance with me,” (Y/n) silenced him, taking back the fast pace.

This woman is my destiny
She said, “Ooh-ooh-hoo,
Shut up and dance!”

Steve kissed her again, and again. The slight taste of alcohol on her lips entrancing him, making him addicted to her. Their lips moved in sync as they pulled each other closer, desperately needing more of the other.

“Don’t you dare look back.
Just keep your eyes on me.”
I said, “You’re holding back,”
She said, “Shut up and dance with me!”

They pulled away again, smiling widely at each other. “Well ma'am, do you think it would be a good idea to take you back to my room?” asked Steve flirtatiously.

This woman is my destiny
She said, “Ooh-ooh-hoo,
Shut up and dance with me.”

(Y/n) smiled. “I think that’s a great idea.”

shut up and dance with me

emilyevanston  asked:

Can you try your hand at 11. … ignore that explosion. and 35. Are you… in love with me? with Bucky and/or Steve?

Steve x Reader

Prompt: in which Steve confesses his true feelings for you over a mild explosion. 

Genre:  Fluff

A/N: Sorry for keeping you waiting

Cupcake Kisses

The timer above the oven goes off, reminding you that the item inside is ready. You hop off the bar stool and giddily pick up your oven mitts. The orange flavored cupcakes already making their presence feel as the essence starts to spread around your small kitchen.

Whenever you feel stressed out, you’d bake. It was like an only option, that’s why your pantry and caninets are always stocked with all the ingredients needed. Coming back to the stress you’re trying to avoid. It was due to an upcoming mission. The pressure was too much and you couldn’t sleep all night. It was five thirty in the morning when you dozed off, only to be disturbed my your seven o'clock morning alarm.

You thought of waking up your boyfriend, Steve. But he looked so peaceful and you’d only annoy him with your cranky state at the start of his beautiful morning. So you straight away walked in the kitchen and started working on some delicious cupcakes for breakfast.

Currently it’s around nine, and Steve would wake up any moment. The coffee maker beeps indicating the beverage is ready. The cupcakes were cooling off, so to pass the time you pour yourself a cup of coffee.

The padding of his footsteps in the hallway tells you he’s up now. You only wait till he makes an appearance in the kitchen, since it’s the first place he’ll visit after waking up. Maybe second, if he goes to the bathroom before.

“What smells so good?” Steve groggily asks, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his palms. He’s in his checkered shorts and a plain green T-shirt, his hair tousled in all sorts of direction and his eyes puffy from sleeping too much.

“Good morning, Sunshine.” You chirped as he took a seat across from you. “I made cupcakes!”

“Oh yay! That’s what smells so awesome!” Steve’s eyes lit up

“Yep! Coffee?”

“Why not? But babe tell me, why are you so stressed?”

“I’m not, what males you think so?” You scoff, pouring him coffee in his Captain America mug, you got him as a gift.

Steve gives you a known look, lips in a thin line and an eyebrow quircked up. He knew you too well, you only made a mistake of lying to him and as if the bags under your eyes weren’t enough for proving his point.

“Yes, I’m stressed. But you can’t blame me, the mission’s gonna be too difficult.” You pouted, and get up to decorate the cupcakes with icing.

“You don’t need to. You’ve been on countless missions before. And besides, I’ll be with you the whole time.” Steve assures you. He’s quickly behind you, snaking his arms around your waist and presses a lingering kiss on you temple. Then his lips trail down to your cheek and you smile. You’re trying hard to concentrate on the task in hand and this distraction is not helping.

“I wish you’d wake me up, I’d help you relieve some tension.” He mummers into your neck.

“It’s okay. Besides, you looked like you didn’t want to wake up for at least nine more hours.” You snickered, putting the last piece down.

“Well, I have a record of over seventy years of sleep. Probably should apply for the Guinness Book of world record for this great achievement.” You scoff and roll your eyes playfully at his attempt at making jokes. If you weren’t so sleep deprived, you would have come up with something good as a reply. Instead you nudge him in the ribs slightly so that you’re free from his grip and pick up the tray of cupcakes.

“Take this and go sit. I’ll get the dishes.”

“Why can’t we just eat them off of this tray?”

Didn’t seem like a bad idea, saves you or him from washing the extra plates. You give him a shrug, approving his question. He takes the tray from you hands and you both sit around the breakfast bar.

First Steve picks up a cupcake, biting into it, almost talking half of it in his mouth and when he moans with a mouthful, the sound couldn’t be more pornographic. A smirk pulls at you lips and you eagerly wait for his feedback.

“Oh, my God, Y/N. This is amazing! Holy shit, best thing ever. I love you so much for this.” Steve keeps on going with the compliments.

But. Woah, wait a second. He said what?

“What did you just say, Steve?” You inquired, thinking you’d imagined him saying the ‘L’ word.

“Jesus, my mouth is literally exploding with the flavours.” He groans, going for another one.

“Steve…” You slap his hand away, and he looks at you, a clueless puppy dog look on his face. “… ignore the explosion.You just said that you love me!”

Realization struck him as he recalls his own words, his eyes go wide as his back straightens up. This would be the very first time for any of you to say that and you always thought it’d be you. But he did. Even though it came out accidentally, it doesn’t matter to you. Your heart rate is so high, you can hear it beat in your ears.

“No, I didn’t.” Steve said, panicked.

“Yes, you did!” You exclaim, getting up for the stool and start jumping around the room with a grin stretched on your lips.

“No, no! I didn’t,” he denied, but you were too happy to listen to his pleas.

“You’re in love with me! Oh, my God. I can’t believe this!” You shout.

Steve gets up from his stool as well, but not to jump around like you, but to settle you down again on the chair. “It’s too early in the morning for this.“ He mutters, “Okay, yeah. I’m in love with you. And I mean it when I say it, Y/N.” He explains, very seriously. But the wide smile on your face still gives away the seriousness in his voice.

“Hell yeah, you mean it!” You gush cupping his cheeks and bringing him closer.

“Although, I didn’t want to say it that way. I mean, it’s something very serious, right?” He chews on his bottom lip.

“Doesn’t matter,” you shake your head, still grinning like an idiot.

Are you… in love with me?“ Steve inquires, like you’d even think before confirming your thoughts.

“Hell yes, I am. I love you, too Steve!” You exclaim.

He smiles, covering your hands, which are cupped on his cheeks, with his warm one’s and leans in for a deep kiss. You could taste the icing and the orange tangy flavor on his tongue when your lips part to let him in. You moan at this and he chuckles. His hands travel down to hold your waist, fingers squeezing in, he gives your bottom lip a soft tug before he breaks the kiss, but not entirely pulls away.

“Mmhm, cupcake really tastes good.” You comment, smirking against his lips and he laughs heartily.

Where Do the Flowers Go Chapter One

Summary: You meet Steve and Bucky by chance, but your past with Natasha frightens you away

Incessant buzzing tore you from the peace of a dream you had already forgotten. You moaned and rolled across your bed, shoving the clock off the nightstand in your hasty attempt to stop the alarm. With another noise of displeasure, you sat up in your bed, eyes still closed, and dropped your feet to the ground. Your room was colder than most mornings, and you wrapped a nearby blanket loosely around yourself before standing.

The sun hadn’t yet risen and you didn’t bother to turn on the lights as you left your room. You shuffled hazily through the apartment with half open eyes; you had never been able to function properly without coffee. Your morning routine was muscle memory, and you didn’t bother to focus as you fumbled with the coffee maker. It whirred to life and the smell of fresh coffee slowly filled the room. Forcing your eyes open, you washed the coffee mug you’d left near the sink the morning before.

Quick footsteps echoed through the kitchen as the young children in the apartment above you crawled from their beds and ran to wake their parents. A smile crossed your face. It was the same each morning. You were awake just long enough to start coffee before Sara and Sebastian shot through the hallways upstairs. Their family had moved in the year before, and the two often spent the weekend with you. Sara’s laughter seeped through the ceiling and filled your apartment as you poured the coffee into your mug.

There was a loud thump and you giggled as you made your way back to your room. Sebastian was still learning to walk, and he was falling more often than not. You sorted through the clothes in your closet as you sipped your coffee. After a few minutes, you simply grabbed the shirt nearest your hand. It would spend the day hidden beneath your apron anyway.

Light was just beginning to shine through the windows when you walked back into your living room. You knelt by the flower pot closest to the hall and set your palm against the dirt, the flowers inside straightening at the contact. Sparks danced between your fingers and the blooms opened, petals stretching forward. Standing, you wandered slowly through the rest of the room, brushing against the plants and watching as the woke up and reached for the sun.

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Daughter of Odin (Part 4/?) (Barnes/Thor x reader)

Part 3


Steve quickly sounded the alarm through the tower and ran to find his gear, with Bucky following him close behind.  “Stay here!” the Captain yelled to you, with Thor nodding in agreement that you should stay back and away from the battle that was happening because of you.  It was a ridiculous idea for him to believe that you would follow his order.

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Through the Window (Part 16)

Part 15
Part 16
Part 17

TTW Masterlist for all other parts

Here it is everyone! Thank you all for being so patient and kind about me uploading this a day late! (minus that one anon, you know who you are) I know it’s a strange time for me to upload it (it’s 2am for me) but I wouldn’t have had time tomorrow and I didn’t want you to wait any longer! It’s a very dramatic part so forgive me, and I hope you enjoy!

“Well that’s not a good sign.” Darcy says as she hurries along behind you.

“What do you want?” You demand as soon as you get to the table, Steve, Nat and Bucky looking up.

“Well look who finally decided to join us.” Nat says, sneering up at you.

“Leave.” Darcy says, standing behind you and glowering.

“Well that’s not very polite.” Nat says in a mocking tone. “It’s almost like you don’t want us here.”

“We don’t.” Bucky says. You look at him and see him visibly flinch, realising Nat’s hand is on his knee.

“What do you want?” You ask again, this time Steve replying.

“We just want to talk. Right Nat?”

“Yeah. Sure.” She says, her eyes still fixed on Bucky who is clearly very uncomfortable.

“(y/n) do you think I could have a word?” Steve says, staring at you. “In private.”

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When Steve first gets Bucky back, it becomes very quickly apparent that Bucky had forgotten how to speak English.

Speak.  There’s a difference.  He could understand the language perfectly but whatever screwed up thing that HYDRA did to his brain temporarily zapped his ability to respond in English. 

Bruce and Helen say it’s temporary and that Bucky’s version of the serum is slowly, but surely helping his brain heal itself.  In the meantime, Steve’s busy trying not to reach up on his tippy-toes to smack Tony upside the head for calling Bucky the “Russian Winter Boo Bear.”

(Steve misses being six foot odd right now but at least he’s fairly sure that the effects of HYDRA’s attempt to de-serum him were also wearing off.)

So Bucky speaks to him in Russian and Steve speaks “Bucky” well enough to translate his thankfully familiar antics of fussing over him.

“Buck, seriously, I think the asthma’s nearly gone now…”

“Buck, yes, I will put on a coat.  I REMEMBER being sick.  I remember it being not fun.”

“Yes, I will stop giving you heart attacks on the regular, ya happy? DAMN IT, which of you reminded him of the grenade story?!  Stop laughing, Nat, you’re not helping!”

“Is this your chicken noodle soup? Oh God.  Y'remembered.  I love this.  Thank you.”

And while all this is going on, Steve’s own Brooklyn accent keeps on creeping out more and more, as if he’d never taken those old elocution lessons for the tours.  It makes Bucky beam at him and amuses the rest of the team (they all ignore Tony who claims he now needs to program his current A.I. to translate Brooklyn-ese).

Steve now knows that Стёпушка is his name in Russian and sometimes Bucky’s Russian takes on an odd, crooning quality and since this is usually followed by Bucky pulling him close to nuzzle and kiss him, Steve has no problem understanding what he meant. 

Natasha actually blushes when she overhears this and will only tell Steve that:  “Barnes is a complete sap.  Hopeless romantic.”
Bucky grins at her and tosses something out that makes Natasha roll her eyes at him.  “You save all that charm for your Стёпушка, yes?”

Of course, Steve’s not about to give up and eventually he pesters Nat enough so that he can surprise Bucky with it.

It helps that Bucky is totally happy to be climbed like a tree and clung to, although it was kind of distracting to have his hands cradling Steve’s ass. 

But Steve manages to drop a kiss on his nose and murmur a certain phrase in Russian. 

It’s an endearment Steve thought he’d never get to call Bucky by again.  Natasha said it was the closest translation to:  “My mister.”

(“You two are MARRIED?“ 

"Well, our only witness was a cat but maybe we’ll have a chance at making it legal soon.”

“I’m planning your wedding.”

“There’s no saying no to this, is there, Nat?”

“Pretty much.”)

But Steve manages to say it perfectly and then adds, “You remember, Buck?  We had бабушка’s cat as a witness that first time around.  But you said it was good enough for us.”

Bucky’s eyes shine and finally, in the same familiar Brooklyn accent, answers, “Yeah.  I remember.”

—  Russian Cuddlebunnies (a continuation to THIS FIC because it is both the faults of tygermama and allmyinvisiblemonsters)
Same Old Bucky

Bucky, Steve

Summary: Bucky’s memories are restored and he’s pretty much the same, except for the fact that he refuses to touch Steve. Steve tries not to let it show how much it actually hurts. Post The Winter Soldier.

A/N: I was thinking of queueing this, but realized I wanted it posted now, so here you go!

Words: 1 808

When most member of the Avengers, along with what was left of the good part of SHIELD, finally were able to go through with their grand plan to free Bucky and restore his memory, Steve was overwhelmed. He’d thought his best friend dead for so long, and to come face to face with him in battle in this century, realizing that he had no idea who Steve was, had been hard. And to suddenly have him back with only traumatizing memories as the only thing different about them, the only thing that changed them from what they once were, took its toll on both of them. Steve had no idea how to react to all of this. He just wanted to hold Bucky tight in his arms.

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steggy + adopting a stray puppy

(Steve + Peggy + Clint + Nat / Steve’s cooking / Fluff) FF.net & AO3

“You got dog food in the pantry. It’s your dog.”

“Okay,” Steve turns away from the sauce to stare at them with a frustrated frown, “it’s not my dog, I just haven’t figured out what to do with him yet.”

“It’s got a Captain America collar.” Clint says decisively.

“That Nat got him!” Steve argues pointing at Natasha with a wooden spoon.

“And you’re welcome” she says, pointing back at him with a spoon of her own, full of frozen yogurt.

Steve rolls his eyes “Tell them Peg.”

“Oh, don’t bring me into this, the dog has slept on the bed, it’s done.”

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anonymous asked:

I'd like to do two things: the first, to rec two fics by galwednesday on AO3: No, Mr Bond, I Expect You To Pine and A Bit of Slap and Tickle, as both the stories and the author are an absolute delight. And the second to give my sincere and heartfelt thanks for all you guys do, all your hard work and patience. You give so much and ask so little and this place you've created, I think in a lot of ways it's one of the hearts of our fandom. All of the kudos to you, my friends, and all of the joy <3.


A Bit of Slap and Tickle by galwednesday

“Goddammit, Buck.” Steve groaned and propped himself up on one elbow, twisting his neck to look at the seat of his pants. “I landed right on the pizza. There’s pepperoni stuck to my ass.”

“Looks good on you.” Barnes waggled his eyebrows. “I’ll lick it off if you want.”

Steve fumbled through the wreckage of the table for a handful of napkins and threw them at Barnes’ face. “Buy me dinner first, jackass. Another dinner, since you ruined this one.”

“You’re the one who sat on it.”

“You tickled me!”

“It’s combat training, Steve.” Barnes stretched his arms out and folded his hands behind his head, ignoring the napkins fluttering over his neck. “I’m doing this for your own good, you know. You’re Captain America. Gotta keep those reflexes sharp.”

“Oh, is that how it is?” Steve rolled over Barnes, then flipped them both over so they were lying on the carpet instead of the splintered remains of the table. “Fine. Just remember, you started this.”

“Bring it,” Barnes said, before stretching up for a kiss.

No, Mr. Bond, I Expect You to Pine by galwednesday

“Agent Rogers. We have to stop meeting like this.”

The Winter Soldier crouched in front of where Steve was slumped against the wall, hands and forearms glued to the stone behind him by some kind of sticky polymer. “Comfortable?”

“No,” Steve lied. “My blood circulation has been cut off. I’ve lost all feeling in my hands.”

“Oh, so I should probably cut you loose,” the Soldier deadpanned.

“It’s a medical emergency. You don’t want to be responsible for me losing limbs, do you?”

“Tell you what, if you lose your hands, I’ll make you some new ones.” He held up his metal hand, smallest finger crooked. “Pinkie promise.”

Secret Agent adversaries-to-lovers AU where the Winter Soldier keeps tying Captain America to walls and sticking around to chat. Shut up, Natasha, it’s not flirting, okay? (It’s definitely flirting.)

You Jealous? (Bucky x Reader)

Originally posted by asgardianmetalarmedtimelord

NOTES: this is my first fic on this account, so I should probably introduce myself, hi, it’s Darcy (: also this is non Age of Ultron or Captain America Civil War compliant, because I live in that adorable AU where all these little superhero bbys live in a tower together and get along (mostly)

WARNINGS: language? Yeah, a lot of language, what did you expect, he’s an almost 100 year old assassin and you’re, well, badmouthed? XD

Word Count: 5450 words (oops, originally this was meant to be short ahaha)

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You sat on the sofa beside Tony, a minute sigh slipping from between your lips as you gazed towards the man with the metal arm in distinct longing.

“You and Frosty, huh?”
Shooting Iron Man a sharp glare, you looked in the other direction. “No.”

“Aw, why? You’re perfect for each other!”
“Shut it, Stark.”
He ‘ohhed’ knowingly, nodding in sudden understanding. “He doesn’t know, does he?”
Your lack of response provided him with all the information he needed.

He stayed silent for a moment, before finally speaking up again. “I made a bet with Steve that I could date every girl in the tower.”
You turned to him with a raised eyebrow. “What are you getting at, Stark?”
“Well, Steve bet $100 against me because he figured that the situation between Bucky and you would stop me winning.”
“Your point is?” You were getting impatient now.
“Pretend we’re dating, see how Bucky reacts. If he gets upset, you two go have sex or something.”

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Imagine Natasha Being Jewish

This was very open so hopefully the person who requested it likes how I wrote it cause I thought Yom Kippur would work for the Black Widow

“So what do you guys think Nat does every Friday night?” Tony mused one Friday evening. The other three Avengers, Thor being off world, shrugged as their answers. All the guys knew was Natasha would leave well dressed with her hair covered by a scarf. When she would come home they would notice that she seemed more relaxed, like a weight was lifted from her shoulders.


Natasha sat in Yom Kippur services, listening to the rabbi as he spoke. Since being free of Red Room and being able to express her Judaism a little more, she’s enjoyed Yom Kippur the most. The Day of Atonement, the day to ask for forgiveness for your sins fit well with the woman who has so much red…. ‘Don’t think about it,’ Nat thought to herself.  None of her team knew about this, she didn’t know how to tell them. She kept to herself most of the time but still.


As the day went on Nat ignored her stomach and like most Jews kept to fasting. It was easy, till lunch came around. Nat took to reading a book to help keep her from thinking about her stomach. “Nat come eat lunch.” Nat didn’t even have to take her eyes from the book in her hands, “No I’m fine.”

“Natasha come eat.” She just kept reading, “Oh come on, Nat you have to eat today.”

“I’ll eat dinner, I promise.” She could hear Clint and Steve sigh. “I just cant eat anything right now.” That got the guys attention. “Why cant you, Nat?”

Nat looked at them and sighed, “It’s Yom Kippur, cant eat till sundown. And yes I’m Jewish.” Nat simply went back to her book while the boys just stared at her in shock.

All We’ll Ever Need

Enjoy and let me know what you think, or don’t - that’s cool too. (please do tho i love feedback)

Part: 3/?

Character: Pietro x OFC


When Stark found her, Bella was barely holding it together, but slowly she began to find her way in the world - until, of course, something goes wrong and suddenly she’s not the only one who’s falling apart.

(it’s still a work in progress bc I’m shit at summaries tbh but for now I guess this will work)

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