the moment the world fell in love with steve rogers

Love You

Prompt/Summary: It’s easier to tell Steve you love him when he doesn’t know you mean it.  (fluffity fluff)

Pairing/Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader, Natasha, Sam

Warnings: None.  Steve is a bit of a shit.  I honestly don’t think I used a single curse word in this.  I’m a bit shocked.  Maybe I used them up writing Pushing All my Buttons.

Word Count: 1061  (just a shorty)

Author’s Note:I’ve been on a bit of a Steve kick.  And work has totally let up (thank god the year end banquet is over) so I have a bit more time to enjoy my writing.  So I wouldn’t get your hopes up for more than one story a week, but I do have some challenges coming due. 

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

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The story of us

Summary: Bucky remembers that he had a wife before the war. This is basically their story. The idea is based on this message I got.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2,060

Warnings: None, really. But it’s quite sad tho

A/N: I really hope you like this. This is my first bucky x reader fic and I’m not sure if I like it or not. 

Tagging: @bovaria, @adorkablesergeant, @barbaragordamn

*Bucky’s POV, 2016*

“Steve?” Bucky suddenly asked and Steve turned around, a smile on his face. But when he saw the pained expression on his best friends face, his smile disappeared. 

“What’s wrong Buck?”

“I - I remembered something. But I’m not sure. I’m not sure if it’s real,” Bucky started and Steve walked a few steps closer to him and sat down next to him on the bed. “Do I, do I have a wife Steve?”
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*Reader POV, 1941*

The first time you saw him was when he was lying drunk and fast asleep on your doorstep. You were working as a nurse and due to the war you had to start working double shifts and only ever got home really late. It was cold outside, it had become much colder in the last few days and you were wondering if that was because with every wounded soldier that had died in your arms, your heart had started to become a little colder as well. Times were hard and your life had already been difficult. Different. 

The neighbours always gave you judgemental looks when you walked past their windows. Of course they were always sitting in front of them, they didn’t really had anything better to do. Since you’d moved into the neighbourhood a few weeks ago, it had become their favourite activity. Observing you, judging you. You were a young and fulltime working woman, who, to the dismay of every woman living on your street, was living alone. No father. No brother. No husband.

Just you. And you weren’t planning on changing that all to soon. But that was before you’d met James Barnes.

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