steves pizza

there are few places to be that are more dangerous than between me and fresh pizza
Hate Myself

Based losely off of this:

Person A: You can’t love someone unless you love yourself first

Person B: Bullshit. I have never loved myself but her, oh God, I love her so much that i forget what hating myself feels like

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Steve and Tony are sitting on a blanket in Central Park while Y/N, Clint, and Bucky play with Clint’s dog, Lucky, a short distance away. Tony and Steve had stopped fighting so much, and had even become good friends ever since Tony started dating Y/N.

“I really love her, you know?” Tony whispered, watching his girlfriend as she threw her head back in laughter

Steve sighed, “Are you sure that you can really love her?”

Tony looks at Steve sharply, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Steve straightens out and turns more toward Tony still keeping Y/N, Bucky, and Clint in his peripheral vision. “You can’t love someone unless you love yourself first, Tony”

“Bullshit” Tony snapped

The response is almost automatic, “Language” Steve sighed, “I didn’t’ mean anything bad by it, Tony. All I’m saying is that it might be difficult to really love her is you hate yourself”

“Are you alright, babe?” Y/N calls, noticing the tension in Tony’s shoulders

His eyes immediately soften when they meet Y/N’s, “Yeah, sweetheart, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me”

Y/N nods, giving Tony one last concerned smile, before turning back and throwing the ball for Lucky.

Tony whips back around to face Steve, “You listen to me, Cap. Don’t you ever question my feelings for Y/N, ever”

“Tony, I was just saying …”

“No” Tony interrupts, “I have never loved myself, but Y/N, God, I love her so much that I forget what hating myself feels like” Tony looks over to where Y/N is watching Bucky and Clint wrestle, “My feelings for her are so strong that sometimes it scares me”

“I didn’t know you felt that strongly”

A soft smile graces Tony’s face, “Her love for me makes me forget how much of a fuck up I am, how much she deserves more than me”

Suddenly a shadow falls over Tony’s face, “Are you being self-deprecating again? Saying how much you don’t deserve me?” Y/n chuckles and plops down right in Tony’s lap

He nuzzles into her hair, “You know me too well, love”

“I know that look, is what I know. I also know that I love you and hate it when you get yourself in a bad mood” Y/N narrows her eyes at Steve, “So make sure he doesn’t get in a bad mood”

Steve lets out a deep chuckle, “As you wish, Y/N”

Clint bounds over and grabs Y/N’s had, “Come on, Y/N! Tony gets your attention all the time! Lucky’s starting to miss you!”

Y/N laughs but allows herself to be pulled up, “Oh, he’s the only one who misses me?” she teases, but doesn’t fight being dragged back to where Bucky and Lucky are waiting.

Steve turns back to Tony, “I suppose you really can love someone and not necessarily love yourself”

“Yeah, Capsicle. You really can”

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Steve secretly loves being the little spoon

He woke slowly with an early morning bliss that was only awarded after a fitful night’s sleep. The pink of the sunrise bled through the curtains, sending light bursts off the picture frames hung on the opposite wall. The soft roar of people and cars replaced traditional bird song, their apartment too high and too far from the park to allow it. A pair of arms were secured around his waist and a leg was hitched up between his, the familiar weight of both pulling him deeper into the mattress. Hot breath ghosted across the back of his neck, the feel of it sending slow shivers down his spine.

“Storms coming,” Bucky’s sleep-gruff voiced spoke, the sound causing more shivers.

Steve smirked. “It’ll be nice to see Ororo again.”

Bucky was quiet for a moment before he huffed out a laugh. “Punk.”

“Jerk,” he laughed back, bringing his hands up to grab Bucky’s, pressing them closer to him as he shifted back. “Guess we’ll have to stay inside, huh?”

Bucky hummed in agreement. “All day. Right here.”

“Wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else.”

[In Tony’s penthouse Tony, Pepper, and Natasha are there, discussing the night before]

Tony: Steve kissed me.

Pepper: Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!

Tony: It was unbelievable!

Pepper: Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!

Natasha: Ok, all right. We want to hear everything. Pepper, get the wine and shut off the phone. Tony, does this end well or do we need to get tissues?

Tony: Oh, it ended very well.

Natasha: Oh.

Pepper: [getting the wine] Do not start without me. Do not start without me.

Natasha: Ok, all right, let’s hear about the kiss. Was it like, was it like a soft brush against your lips? Or was it like a, you know, a “I gotta have you now” kind of thing?

Tony: Well, at first it was really intense, you know. And then, oh, god, and then we just sort of sunk into it.

Natasha: Ok, so, ok, was he holding you? Or was his hand like on your back?

Tony: No, actually first they started on my waist. And then, they slid up, and then, they were in my hair.

Natasha, Pepper: Ohh!


[At Steve’s apartment Steve, Bucky, and Sam are eating pizza]

Steve: And, uh, and then I kissed him.

Bucky: Tongue?

Steve: Yeah.

Sam: Cool.

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When he's not on a mission, visiting Peggy, or sitting Sam's class at the VA, Steve spends all his free time hunting for decent pizza. There's got to be somewhere in DC that sells a passable, Brooklyn-style slice.

“Tony, I need your help.”

Stopping at a desk, Steve used his palm to smooth a long roll of paper right over a pile of lumpy parts.

Tony moved closer.

“What’cha got there?” Tony asked. The paper map was covered in colored dots. Reds, blues, blacks. Tony looked up at Steve’s unsmiling face. “Is this an alien invasion? I told you guys we needed to be ready” Tony took a raspy breath and started to sweat. “Is it hot in here?”

“No. No aliens.”

“Thank God.” He slumped into a nearby chair.

Finger pointing at the map, Steve said “Every evening, or afternoon, depending on when I have free time, I have hit a different pizza shop in DC. Cheese pizza should not be hard to find. They say they have Brooklyn style pizza, but …”

“Let me stop you right there. They won’t have it.”

“Why not?”

“It’s the water. Catskill/Delaware watershed. The low calcium content makes the best pizza dough and Bagels. Personally, I think the best tasting water comes specifically from the Catskill Mountains. Have you ever had water straight from a spring in the Catskills? Nothing else like it.”

“Is that why New York water tastes better than anywhere else?”

“You guessed it.”

“I thought I was just being nostalgic.”

“Nope. Not homesick, and not just enhanced taste buds. Regular people taste the difference too.”

I Hate Pants and I Want a Nap

Prompt/Summary:  Steve is a delightful husband who makes you popsicles

Pairing/Characters:  Steve x Reader

Warnings:  fluff, popsicles, pregnant reader

Word Count: 495

Author’s Note:  So I figured I needed to explain why I have been so absent on here.  And so I thought I would explain through some writing.  That title is my current motto and life statement.  And I have cried over food at least twice in the past week.  By the time I get home from work, I’m exhausted.  But apparently growing another human will do that to you.  I’m heading into my second trimester, so hopefully I’ll feel less like a permanently exhausted pigeon soon.  Right? 

Originally posted by bluebrooklynkid

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“I love pizza. We flew to Italy a couple of times for some spontaneous weekends and it was always fun, until–”

“American pizza is better.”

“There he goes again… Steve, pizza originated in Italy! There is no better pizza!”

“Meh.”

“That’s why we don’t go to Italy anymore. Steve drives me crazy with his complaints.”

“At least here no one looks weird at me when I order pineapple on pizza.”

EVERYONE looks weird at you.”

“Said Mr I am gonna pour hot sauce all over the toppings until my mouth burns off.”

“To sum up the story, we usually order two pizzas and Italy is great.”