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
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
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”
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?”
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.”
“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.”
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?
A frustrated Kofi tries to drum up more business by buying several discount animatronic animal characters to perform musical shows inside Fish Stew Pizza. While most patrons don’t even care, Peridot instantly becomes enamored with Bebop the Bear and his Rock ’n Roll Band and soon becomes Fish Stew Pizza’s #1 customer. But after Peridot offers to reprogram the band to make them more kid-friendly, Bebop and friends begin to run amok in Beach City and the only way to stop them is beating them in a battle of the bands. Can Peridot, Greg, Lapis and returning special guest star Steve Winwood get the bots back under control?
Summary: Early morning runs aren’t too bad when they involve an accidental meeting with Steve Rogers.
Warnings: literally just fluff, it’s also hella corny and cheesy (like me)
Word Count: 1066 words
“Oh my God,” you groaned hitting the snooze button on your phone trying to catch another few minutes of sleep.
You nearly fell back asleep when you were startled out of it yet again by the same sound.
“Fine, I’m up,” you said defeatedly to no one but your phone.
You quickly went into the bathroom to get ready for your bright and early eight a.m run that you dreaded every night. But, being the stubborn and determined person you were, you decided to actually try and stick to this routine.