And I Drove You Crazy (Bucky Barnes x Reader) One Shot ❤
A/N: Hey y'all! This is most likely the most sinful thing I’ve ever written. I had to take some breaks while writing 😂 but this is dedicated to the lovely, super awesome @diving-down-to-wonderland for her birthday! (HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY HUN!) I hope you like it! ❤❤❤
- Delilah ❤
And I Drove You Crazy: Reader’s bike needs to be repaired asap, leading her to come across an insanely gorgeous mechanic whom she may or may not want to bang the second she lays eyes on him.
Notes: fluff, tattooing, some angst, smut (m/m and m/m/f)
Summary: Living their dream, Bucky and Steve run their tattoo shop ‘American Ink’ together, happily married for several years and business is going well. When a girl walks into their shop and inevitably into their lives right after they’ve received some exciting news, they have no idea how their lives are about to change with some harmless but straight-forward flirting.
A/N: This is the introduction to the tattoo-shop AU, a Stucky x reader story that could be compared to my earlier series: Savages. I have no idea where this is going or how long it’s gonna be. I’m just gonna see where it takes me.
“Buck-.. you think we’re gettin’ boring?” Steve muses, his arms behind his head, relaxing against his pillow as he stares up at the ceiling.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Steve” Bucky groans, popping up somewhere below Steve’s belt, pushing his hair away from his eyes. “m’Tryin’ to suck your dick here, you mind?”
“I don’t, actually” Steve grins. “I was just thinkin’”
“Yeah. I know” Bucky shuts him up, pinching his husband’s side, earning a yelp in turn. “Stop it and let me suck your pretty cock”
“Baby, c’mon, hold on a minute, okay?” Steve pleads, putting on his best pouting face and big blue eyes.
Bucky groans, rolls off his husband, “Okay, okay. Stop with the eyes already. What’s on your mind?”
Bucky thought he had seen all of the evil the world had to offer after the time he spent in captivity. Nothing, he thought, could compare to Hydra.
He was wrong.
Evil was everywhere. It was broadcast on the news throughout the course of the day. It was described online in horrific detail. It was talked about at water coolers, interspersed between tidbits of celebrity news and gossip. It was also hidden behind the scenes, in the hands of those who took advantage of their positions of power.
Looking at yourself in the mirror, you look different than before; you look happier. You can’t stop smiling and there is now a spark in your eyes .
Today is your first official date with Steve, and you have all kinds of feelings going on inside of you. You are excited, you are anxious; you are feeling self-conscious but more importantly, you are feeling hopeful.
It was nice to feel like this, like everything was possible.
You know that Steve is a romantic at heart. You’ve watched him in past relationships and the little things he did for his lovers. The roses, the gifts, the midnight calls; all the little things.
“5 and 6 with Bucky please” requested by @barnesdeservestheworld 865 words. Yes, it’s me again. Last prompt request so I figured we all deserved a little fluff. Warnings: Language, Sexual Innuendos (yes again..)
“What the hell do you think you’re doing, exactly?" "Is that… lipstick, on your collar?"
Christmas Party | Tower
Bucked walked over to the bar with a spring in his step,
which didn’t go unnoticed by Natasha. She narrowed her eyes at him and slid a
glass of whiskey in front of him.
“Thanks, Nat.” He turned his back to the bar and took a long swig of the amber liquid, letting it warm his throat.
“You look pretty cheerful for someone who doesn’t like
Bucky didn’t reply, his eyes landed on you. A cocky grin spread
across his lips as he watched you leave the room he had just left. Your hair
was a mess and you fidgeted with the hem of your dress, trying to yank it down
so it would cover your thighs.
He tugged his bottom lip between his teeth, watching with an
amused look on his face as you stumbled slightly and regained your balance. His
brain replayed the events of the past twenty minutes. If he focused hard enough
he could still hear your breathless moans and feel your hot breath on his neck.
When Bucky’s phone starts ringing, he knows it’s you for multiple reasons. One, you’re the only person who ever calls him. Two, you programmed his phone to play a specific song whenever you called. He constantly forgets the name of it, but he knows the female singing really likes saying ‘I woke up like this’.
“Are you gonna get that?” Steve asks, gesturing to the ringing device in Bucky’s pocket.
“No,” he responds, silencing his phone the way you taught him to. “I’ll just see her when I get home.”
“Home?” Steve’s lips tilt upwards into a smirk.
“Her home,” Bucky corrects in vain. It’s not a secret that he spends all of his free time with you.
Summary/Request: Anon said: Could you do a Steve Harrington imagine of being Dustin’s older sister and Steve and you always had flirty/snarky interactions at school and after season 2 when he starts hanging with Dusty, you realize he’s more than the Party boy jock and you become friends (/crushes) and one night Steve is worrying about getting into college and saying he’s not good enough and you get personally offended because he’s wrong and how dare he trash talk someone she cares for and it causes you to confess feelings?
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader
Warnings: Swearing and fluff
Word Count: 1267
NOTE: The first two paragraphs are italicized to symbolize that hey are flash backs!
The final bell had just rang, making you officially late. You cursed under your breath as you jogged into Hawkins High, quickly speeding your way to English. Throwing open the classroom door, the eyes of your classmates and teacher turning their attention to you. With a look of shame you took your seat quickly and began digging through your bag for your textbook. “Took too long staring at yourself in the mirror this late morning Y/N?” The smug Steve Harrington sitting beside you with a smirk on his handsome face. “Bite me Harrington.” You mumbled with a scowl, not bothering to look in his direction. “Don’t tempt with a good time babe.” Giving him the finger had finally shut him up, that and the look of disapproval from your teacher. You and Harrington had a strange friendship, if you could even call it that. One minute he was telling you that you looked beautiful and then the next minute he’s being the douchey party jock that you truly know him as. But nonetheless you didn’t mind the love hate relationship you had with him, he was decent most of the time, but when he wasn’t? You really hated his guts.
Standing at your locker studying for your test next period you could barely concentrate with the babbling Steve standing on the other side of your locker’s open door with one of his basketball friends. Why did he have to be placed right beside you? Whirling around you slammed your locker shut, narrowing your eyes at the tall boy. “Would you shut your mouth Stevie boy? Some of us actually value our education.” You growled, holding up your Chem notes, that infamous smirk of Steve’s on his face once again. “Why don’t you put down those notes and make me?” His friend laughing beside him, Steve shooting an all too friendly wink at you before you had stomped off to the library, hoping to get as far away from Steve as possible. He’s just so full of himself, thinking that he could just flirt away all the problems that you had with him.
Your eyebrows knitted together in deep concentration, reading the handwritten paper that was in your hands. Words crossed out and replaced with others, red pen markings covering the pages, this paper has seen better days. “Change the last sentence to reflect on your thesis and you’re golden Stevie.” You glance up at the anxious boy with his arms crossed, biting down on his finger in anticipation. “Really? You think it’s okay? It makes sense and it’s not a load of bullshit?” He spoke, taking the papers back from your hands. “There’s a few grammar mistakes but that’s an easy fix, you did really good Steve.” You offered him a supportive smile, nestling further into your seat on your couch. Over the past few months you and Steve had become oddly close, mostly thanks to your younger brother Dustin befriending the much older boy. But you didn’t seem to mind having him around for your brother, as great of a sister you are, Dusty could use a good brotherly figure in his life. At first you thought it was all a joke, Steve picking Dustin up for the Snow Ball dance, taking him to the arcade, hanging out with him on Sunday afternoons, just some cruel ploy to mess around with you. But the more he came over, the more time you spent around the two, you could tell that the friendship was mutual and most importantly, genuine.
Even with your reassuring comment Steve still didn’t seem confident in his paper, his face scrunched as he read it over for what was probably the 100th time. He sighed, sitting beside you with his head in his hands staying silent, which definitely meant that something was up. “You’re pretty quiet Harrington, what’s on your mind?” You asked scooting closer to him, waiting for a response. Steve mumbled something that was too soft for you to pick up on, resulting in you asking what he had said. “I said what if I don’t get in! I’m just…j-just not good enough! What if my paper sucks and they think I’m-.” He stopped talking only because you had stood up abruptly, your face red with anger. “Oh my god, would you just shut up you dipshit!” You groaned loudly, standing in front of the awestruck boy. “Of course you’re going to get into college! What’s got you worried? The fact that you’ve made a few grammatical errors that I’M helping you fix?” You stopped for a second, only to take a deep breath and start at it again. “You’re an amazing athlete, you’ve got good grades, your personality could charm the pants off of any woman-Ah ah, there’s no time for dirty talk I’m in the middle of a grand soliloquy.” You put your pointer finger up, nagging it at the smirking Steve, knowing exactly what he was going to do if you hadn’t said it. “I’m not going to just sit here and let the person that I love talk shit about themselves and be so harsh when really they should be super happy about the fact that they’re doing fanfucking-tastic! You’ve been stressing over this paper, hell this whole college thing for the past month and a half! Suck it up and accept the fact that you’re getting into college, even if I. myself have to drag you there by your Ferrah Fawcett coated hair.” Taking a deep breath you were finally done with your rant, your hands on your hips in true frustration form. Steve sat there with a cheesy but shy grin, never have you seen that before, making you raise an eyebrow.
“You love me?” Steve asked quietly, standing up from the couch and in front of you now. Thinking back at what you had said your eyes widened, the word had slipped out and you hadn’t even noticed, but clearly the grinning boy in front of you did. A bright blush took over your face, embarrassed that you had let your feelings come out in such an explosive way. But to your defense, that’s what happens when you keep them buried for three months. Steve’s hand came to your face, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear sweetly. “Out of all of what I just said that’s what you choose to focus on? Maybe you aren’t getting into college after all.” You replied back with sass, it was your only defense. Rolling his eyes at you, Steve grabbed ahold of your waist, pulling you in closer to him, causing you to giggle. “Shut up and kiss me smartass.” Without any hesitation, you pressed your lips against Steve’s, your arms wrapping around his neck while he kissed you back feverishly.
Never would you have imagined you would be standing intertwined, kissing the jocky Steve Harrington. But overtime he proved that he was much more than just the average party going, cocky all-star athlete. He was much more than all of those things, he was caring, seriously overprotective, kind hearted when he wanted to be, and most of the time his intentions were nothing but pure and good. Steve and you pulled apart after a minute or two of heavy kissing. “Come on lover boy, let’s finish this paper so we can get back to the fun stuff.” You encouraged with an eyebrow raise, taking his hand and pulling him back to the couch with a red pen back in your hand.
“Oh man do I love you and the sound of that.”
Author’s Note: I can’t believe I banged out this request so fast tonight but I think it turned out pretty well! Let me know what you guys think! Requests are open!! xx Lexie.
“Babe, please.” You plead to your boyfriend as soon as he lies in bed with you. He looks so good with his hair wet and sweatpants “You know that I would do anything for you, but not this.” You turn around staring at his blue eyes, Steve was always such a good boyfriend, unless when it comes to your family then he refuses to have a conversation.
“You always do this, can’t you see how important is this party to me?” You say gently trying to convince him, a couple of weeks ago your sister got engaged and your family was throwing her a party on Sunday to celebrate but Steve was being stubborn trying to make you go alone.
“Sweetheart, you don’t need me. All your family and friends are going to be there. I bet you are going to have a lot more fun without me. You can dance, gossip and drink without me to hold you back.” You roll your eyes at him; sometimes he really acted like a 100-year-old guy.
It was Bucky and (Y/N)’s second year anniversary when they decided to officially move out of the Stark compound and into their own little apartment.
Bucky’s gift for (Y/N) was a shiny new key that opens the doors to the coziest apartment that Bucky has picked out.
It wasn’t too far away from the compound making it easy for the two to travel to work with their Avengers family. It wasn’t too big either, Bucky’s reason being he doesn’t want to be too far away from his love.
The move was kind of their small little step forward in the relationship. Both wanted more privacy with each other and the team, Tony, was more than happy for the two to move out, even buying the couple a complete home entertainment set.
Tony just wanted the happy to be a happy couple, privately. If he had to wake up to one more sight of the two cuddling through breakfast or hear their nightly activity again, he’d probably implode.
The couple was well into the 3rd month of being in their own home and the Avengers seem to have taken a liking to joining them in the apartment.
Steve comes by after his morning run with Sam in tow and has their breakfast with the couple. Pietro pops by whenever he feels like it. Nat and Wanda join (Y/N) some evenings for red wine and movie night.
A couple of months in, (Y/N) started to take note of Bucky’s slight annoyance when people came strolling into their home from time to time. His brows would furrow slightly, lips twitched into a downturn.
(Y/N) thought it was probably better to not ask Bucky upfront in case she was just being overly sensitive and overthought things. She’ll stick to this plan and change it only if she continuously spotted Bucky’s negative reactions to guests.
(Y/N) was wrapped up in Bucky’s arms, the two bundled up in a throw as the lounged on the wide Italian made sofa that Pepper gifted them.
On the TV screen was a random movie, (Y/N) has picked and they were probably more engrossed in each other than they were of the movie in front of them.
(Y/N) rested her head on Bucky’s chest, her hand intertwined with his metal one. His other hand was running through (Y/N)’s hair as he twirled the locks around his finger.
The loud sound of the doorbell broke their reverie, giving the two a shock as they were not expecting visitors.
(Y/N) scrambled off of Bucky much to his dismay. Slipping her feet into the matching house slippers she had with Bucky, (Y/N) made her way to the door to check who their unannounced visitor was.
As his girlfriend stood up, Bucky’s eyes wandered to the sight of her and took in the view. She was dressed in an oversized t-shirt that Bucky owned, the shirt falling to right on her thigh, covering the lounge shorts she was wearing.
Bucky’s eyes widened in shock when he noticed how (Y/N) was dressed and was about to pull her back towards him when she was just a few steps too far from the man.
He hastily attempted to stand up to stop her when he got himself tangled in the throw that was on him and fell back on the couch.
Just then, the sound of people filing into his home caught his attention. He turned his head only to be greeted by his teammates giving hugs to his girlfriend. In the outfit, he didn’t want anyone to see her in.
“Hey Buckaroo! Long time no see!” came Sam’s boisterous greeting.
Bucky discreetly rolled his eyes in annoyance and murmured a half-hearted greeting.
“We just saw each other 2 days ago, for goodness sakes,” Bucky said under his breath which his guests missed as they settled themselves in the counter in the kitchen.
(Y/N) nudged Bucky, picking up on what he’s said when she moved to stand next to her boyfriend.
“Behave!” (Y/N) whispered to Bucky, giving him a light shove.
“So, to what do we owe the pleasure?” Bucky asked, wrapping his arm around (Y/N) waist, tugging her close and attempted to hide her body from the prying eyes of his teammates.
“Sorry for barging in (Y/N), I tried to stop them but they were already out the door and I came along for damage control.” Steve huffed out with an apologetic smile.
(Y/N) shook her head and smiled brightly and said, “Not a problem, Stevie.”
“Course it’s a problem.” Bucky murmured again, under his breath and (Y/N) nudged him harder when she heard him.
“Well, we’re here for (Y/N) special homemade cookies.” the alarmingly quiet Pietro said, eyes bright with mischief, humor lacing his words.
“COOKIES?!” Bucky exclaimed, unable to contain his annoyance.
“Now, I’m going to say this once and for all. So everyone listen up, especially you two.” Bucky started, pointing at Sam and Pietro who were sitting next to each other, his eye narrowing at the two.
“No more barging into our house unannounced, no more attempting to hang out with (Y/N) every other day when it’s our day off and its date night for us! No more coming over as and when for cookies just because my girlfriend makes the best ones. AND MOST IMPORTANTLY! Stop ogling at my girlfriend like I’m not here! Steve you included! Don’t think I haven’t spotted all of your eyes fluttering down her legs!” Bucky yelled out, emotions bursting.
Silence followed Bucky’s outburst and Steve’s whole face was flushed till the tip of his ears. The man stuttered and attempted to find an excuse and settled with an embarrassed apology as he ushered his other two friends out of the apartment.
“So sorry guys! I’ll bake the cookies and bring them over to the compound alright?” (Y/N) said, giving them awkward smiles.
“It’s okay (Y/N). We should be sorry for disturbing you two all the time. See you soon, alright?” the captain replied, giving her a small wave, the two other superheroes stunned into silence following suit.
(Y/N) closed the door behind her guests and turned to Bucky, her arms crossed in front of her, mouth furrowed into a frown.
It was as if Bucky could tell (Y/N) was going to get made. He was settled back on the couch, looking at his girlfriend with the saddest puppy-dog eyes he could muster.
The girl trudged over to him and stood in front of his figure.
“Whats with that Sergeant?” she questioned, cocking her brow up.
“Well… uh.. I just didn’t want people to constantly hound us. I mean didn’t we move out to have alone time?!” Bucky stammered out his reply, desperately attempting to pacify his girlfriend.
“…. Are you jealous, Sergeant Barnes?” (Y/N) asked, a small smirk forming on her face, as she settled herself on the soldier’s lap and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“… Maybe.” came his reply as he averted his gaze.
(Y/N) cupped Bucky’s face with her tiny hands and shifted his face to meet hers. She had a soft smile settled on her lips, her eyes shining bright with happiness.
“No need for jealousy, Bucks. I’m all yours and only yours,” she whispered.
Hearing that, Bucky perked up and couldn’t help the smirk growing on his face.
“Yeah? All mine? So I guess I could have my way with you then?” he asked cheekily and pushed the girl down on the couch, his lips meeting her in a searing kiss.
Summary: It’s Steve’s 99th Birthday, so you give him 99 reasons why you love him.
A/N: On July 4th, 1918, Steven Grant Rogers was born…HAPPY BIRTHDAY STEVIE!!!
Warning: ULTIMATE FLUFF ALERT. also, this is pretty lengthy. but whatevs.
You were awake really early today. You were just too excited. It was your husband, Steve’s 99th birthday. Big wow! For the first 5 minutes after you woke up, you just watched the super soldier sleep. His face was neutral, but you could tell how content he was. You heart swelled knowing that you were the cause.
You cautiously kissed him on the forehead and slipped out of bed walking towards your dresser. You opened the top drawer and dug underneath your clothes to find the little cards. This was your birthday present to Steve.
You crept quietly to the edge of the bed and laid out the first 10 then brought the rest with you. You went to the kitchen and set 10 more onto the counter island, then began to gather the things you needed to make breakfast.
“Easy.” Steve murmured and wrapped an arm around Bucky, who hadn’t stopped shaking since the plane had landed in New York. “I promise everything’s going to be fine, alright? The team can’t wait to meet you. They were all really excited when I called to say I was bringing you home.”
Bucky swallowed nervously and ducked his head, fear,anxiety,nervous bleeding from him, his wings folded as tight to his body as he could get them. “I dunno, Steve.” He whispered. “It wasn’t that long ago that I was trying to kill them, you know? And now you think they’re gonna just welcome me in?”
Steve extended his wings, settling one over Bucky’s hunched shoulders. “Trust me, Buck. If there’s one thing the team is good at, it’s letting the past be the past. You will be fine. Have I ever led you wrong?”
Bucky shrugged beneath the heavy weight of Steve’s feathers. “Stevie, I feel like all of the bad ideas we ever had came from you.”
Steve laughed that off, and tightened his wings around his best friend. “Everyone’s going to love you.” He promised. “We are all Omegas and Betas besides–.” he cleared his throat and Bucky nodded jerkily.
“And that’s just one, alright? I don’t even know if he’s home, but if he is, I’m right here for you, okay? You don’t have to worry about anything.”
Warnings: fluff, the bar is not big enough for all these
sexy men, nervous stevie, disappointed stevie
Pairing: Steve Rogers x female reader
Word Count: about 1450
A/N: I imagine
the four performers in this chapter to be like Bruno Mars, Jason Derulo, Wyclef
Jean, and Leon Thomas III (but feel free to insert any four men you want, they’re
singing to you!). And imagine the
song is sung by four sexy men instead of one (;
Summary: Bucky has always been your closest friend since high school. You’ve harbored feelings for him for such a long time, but you’ve managed to keep in under the wraps for all these years. It’s another night as his wing man, helping him get the chicks, but this time you get a little too drunk and confess how you feel about him which doesn’t go too well. Steve ends up consoling you and always taking care of you, yet you are blind to his feelings as well. (Steve Rogers X Reader Modern AU Series)
Word Count: 2,118
A/N- Sorry this part is coming out like 3 hours late, I took another nap. Naps are basically my life as a senior. PLEASE REMEMBER TO REBLOG AND LEAVE FEEDBACK!
WARNINGS: Foul Language, Tears, Drinking, Steve is just a sweetheart
Steve Rogers had been eying a 35mm Kodak in the store window for months. He’d never said anything about it though, because he knew times were tough and there was NO WAY he could scrape up 17 whole dollars for it.
But Steve didn’t need to say anything because Bucky saw every lingering gaze each time they walked passed that window and he swore to himself that he’d get it for him no matter how he had to do it.
Over the next few months, Bucky worked tons of overtime at the factory and any other odd job he could find. Didn’t matter what it was. If he didn’t know how to do it, he’d learn. Any sort of car repair, any and all house/apartment fixes, shoe shining.
He even pawned a few things he probably wouldn’t miss too much.
As Steve’s birthday neared, Bucky had finally scraped and saved enough to buy the camera, and even had enough left over to buy a couple new paint brushes and a new pad of paper.
“What’s this Buck?” Steve said tentatively, eyeing the package on the table in their kitchen on the morning of July 4, 1941.
“Thought we didn’t have the money for any birthday presents this year.” Steve questioned with an arched brow.
“Just open it.” Bucky coaxed, with a soft but eager smile. He held the paper and brushes behind his back to reveal after the camera.
Steve eyed him suspiciously for a moment more before stepping up to the table and examining the brown paper wrapped cube.
He carefully pulled on the tape holding the paper flaps one by one until the paper fell open, revealing the boxed camera inside.
Steve immediately froze. His mouth slowly dropped open as he blinked and stared at it.
It couldn’t possibly be… maybe it’s just the box and there’s something else inside it.
“W-,” Steve’s voice was hoarse so he cleared his throat and began again. “What’s inside?” He whispered, with a tentative look back up at Bucky, who was gazing at him expectantly.
“Open it up and see.” Bucky said with a laugh.
Steve’s nimble fingers slipped under the top flap and lifted slowly, like he was scared something was gonna come out and bite him.
As he saw that it truly was the camera sitting in the box, he felt tears prickling at his eyes.
There’s no way…
“Buck…” Started Steve, but his throat was too tight to speak further, so he just looked up at him with glistening eyes.
“Happy birthday Stevie.” Bucky said as he placed the pad of paper and two brushes on the table as well.
Steve threw his small frame against Bucky’s in the tightest hug he could manage. As he stumbled back a couple steps, Bucky wrapped his arms around Steve and held onto him.
“How?” Steves small voice was muffled against Bucky’s chest.
“Don’t worry about it.” Was all Bucky said.
Steve would press more about it later, but right now he was too eager to try it out.
After finally letting go, Steve immediately went to the table to position the film inside the camera, pushing aside the paper and brushes for later in his excitement.
He’d apparently been researching everything about this camera long before now and was already well aware of how it worked.
He scrambled out the door, down the stairs and skidded to a stop outside their apartment building dragging Bucky behind him all the way.
Steve walked out and stood several feet away from Bucky and brought the camera up to look through the view finder at him.
“Come on Stevie.. what are you doin with that thing? You don’t need no pictures of me.” He grumbled.
Steve ignored him and continued fiddling with the knobs and switches until he had it where he wanted it and looked up eagerly at Bucky.
Bucky sighed and let his arms drop by his sides in defeat.
“Fine… so whaddya want me to do.” Bucky conceded.
“Just stand there and stay still.” Steve answered as he looked through the view finder and squared up his shot.
“That’s it? I feel like an idiot.” Bucky flatly uttered.
“Well that’s a coincidence, cause you look like an idiot too.” Steve teased, as he snapped the picture.
Alrighty loves, buckle up. This chapter is over 6000 words, and it is… alot. The crew finds a slaving ship this chapter and Stucky is ruthless. The conditions on the slave ship arent described in detail to avoid triggering anyone/me putting myself through having to write it out, but just be aware— there are slaves that need rescued.
So yeah. Buckle up, say all the nice things, and please acknowledge the research I had to do to get this chapter as realistic as possible lol
Bucky woke before the sun rose and stretched out to put his arm around Steve’s waist, fully planning on waking his lover up with a blow job and hopefully finishing with Steve pressing him into the bed and–
Oh. Bucky frowned when his fingers curled around a too slim waist, when the body that shifted closer to him was too small and the voice that murmured a sleepy good morning wasn’t deep enough.
He blinked his eyes open in confusion and stared down at Tony sleeping in his arms.
A very content Tony, who had his forehead smooshed into Bucky’s chest and was snoring quietly, fingers curled in the waistband of Bucky’s pants, his feet tangled through Bucky’s legs as if it was perfectly normal, as if they had spent every night sleeping together.
“He’s a cuddler.” Steve whispered then, reaching over Tony’s sleeping form to run his hand over Bucky’s side and down to his hip, blue eyes softening with enough love to make Bucky want to melt. “It’s so good to wake up next to you again.”
“Stevie.” Bucky sighed and propped himself up on his elbow, leaning over Tony to meet Steve’s lips halfway for a loving kiss. “I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too.” Steve kissed him again, and then once more before easing away to glance down at Tony. “Are you— are you alright with this?”
“Just feels good to be back in our bed.” Bucky said vaguely, and Steve knew he wasn’t going to get any more information than that.
It didn’t matter though, because Tony stirred then, stretching out and inadvertently rubbing against Bucky as he did, breathing out a happy moan that made both Steve and Bucky’s eyes widen.
I have some harry questions for you! What are your favorite five moments from Harry's promo? Your favorite 3 performances? And your all time favorite look this year?
Okay *cracks knuckles* the time has come for me to answer what LITERALLY have to be the 3 most difficult questions I’ve ever been asked lol. I’ve enjoyed everything about Harry’s solo launch so much it feels nearly impossible to choose my favorite parts, but for you, I’ll try! Just please know that for every answer I pick, there could easily be 5 million other answers that I feel just as passionately about :’) Anyway, without further ado:
Favorite Promo Moments
1. Harry crying over Stevie Nicks
This one could also qualify as one of my favorite performances of the year, and I will honestly never be over it!! For someone so young, Harry is refreshingly unfazed by fame and not easily starstruck. So to witness him during such a moment of vulnerability over getting to perform with his idol was truly something special and magical to behold. I will never forget how hard I cried that night, and I will forever be a mess and grateful as hell that I got to experience it via grainy livestream.
2. Harry and Fionn
Okay, I’m assuming I can include Dunkirk promo because Harry ft Fionn is just way too good to leave out lol. I generally loved Harry being part of such an amazing cast of beautiful men, but I especially LOVED his dynamic with Fionn. It was literally so much fun seeing Harry make Fionn slowly fall in love with him (much like the rest of the world) and to watch Fionn come out of his shell right before my eyes. Like Harry is only a few years older than him, but it was really sweet the way he used his experience to put Fionn at ease and help his personality shine. I love these two talented babs, and I miss seeing them together!!
3. Late Late Styles
A week long Late Late Show residency and THE best Carpool Karaoke segment in history?? Hell yeah! I absolutely loved everything about his week on the Late Late Show and how it allowed him to showcase how versatile, talented, and hilarious he is. From hosting to performing to doing skits… it was all incredibly impressive and quite frankly, a fucking dream come true. #Blessed. Fun Fact: I’ve seen his Carpool Karaoke at least 50 times and that is not even a slight exaggeration loll
4. Harry standing up for his fans
First of all, it was super amazing that Harry got a Rolling Stone cover so early in his solo career, but it was made even better by the fact that he used that platform to stick up for his his fanbase–particularly young girls. This was not a surprise to any of us who’ve followed Harry over the past several years, but I really love that it made clear the fact that Harry doesn’t see attracting older, male fans as a requirement for being taken seriously as an artist.That is such an endlessly important message, and it made me so happy that this quote in particular went viral and set the internet on fire.
5. Choose love, give love
When Harry performed his secret show in Mexico shortly after the tragic bombing in Manchester, he gave us all an extra special reminder and some important words to live by. “Be a lover. Choose love, give love, love everyone always. Give as much love as you can.” That night has stayed with me all year, not only because Harry performed so passionately in honor of the victims of the attack (and basically tore my heart right out of my chest), but also because he reminded me that love is a CHOICE. It’s not about doing nice things every now and then because you happen to be in a good mood. It’s about making a conscious decision every single day that you are going put good out into the world and make it a bit brighter. There are so many ugly things happening all the time, and I love that Harry used his platform to encourage us all to be better to one another.
BONUS: Some promo honorable mentions I have to include!! – Harry debuting SOTT on the Breakfast Show (and Harry & Nick in general), Harry on SNL (what the fuck!!!), and the entirety of Harry at the BBC.
in which you and bucky give steve the birthday gift he’s always wanted– the next step.
all of the fluff, tbh. comment and reblog this bitch cause i might make it a series? happy 100, stevie!
Steve Rogers loved many things. He loved humanities unrelenting optimism. He loved the new music Peter would play while training and sparring, and he would love the way he and Wanda spent more time dancing together than actually lifting weights or running. He loved the way Tony almost had an aneurysm every time he found coffee grounds in the garbage disposal that Bruce and Clint left. He loved catching Natasha off guard and catching her watching ‘Frozen’ for the twelfth time. He loved how Sam and Bucky would always tease each other to the point of them throwing their fists at the other but defending them to the death. He loved the way that You had welcomed him so easily into your and Bucky’s relationship, making him feel welcome and warm and at peace with the way things were in life.
He loved you and Bucky with his whole fucking heart, and when he woke of on July 4th to the sound of his greatest loves shuffling around in the pitching of your apartment his heart felt so full he could have cried tears of joy. The sun was filtering through the white blinds you had covering your bedroom window, and the dust reflected the light which made them dance and swirl so beautifully. Your cat, Denis, was curled up on your pillow, swishing his furry tail every other second as he fell into what he would assume to be the cat’s third nap of the day. The pilled, worn quilt you used during the summer was low on his hips, almost revealing himself as naked as the day he was born. He remembered the soft touches of both you and Bucky last night, wishing him a happy birthday at exactly midnight with one hundred kisses— enough for the old man’s age.
Summary: Steve Rogers always believed in soul mates and when he runs into a cute girl in a coffee shop, he knows that she is the one!
Pairing: Steve x Reader
Word Count: 1.6k
A/N: This was an anon request inspired by the song Absolutely Smitten by Dodie
Feedback is always appreciated! Thanks for reading. I hope you guys like it! Gif not mine, credit to owner.
Steve Rogers has always believed in soul mates. The way his ma’s eyes lit up when his mother talked about his father, made him convinced that true love and soul mates were true. And despite being 100 years old, he knew that his soul mate was around here somewhere. He had once thought that it was Peggy Carter, but, well it obviously wasn’t. Steve Rogers was a hopeless romantic. He was so lost in his thoughts, he didn’t notice the woman who had her eyes down. They both collided into one another in the coffee shop in the ground floor of Stark Towers.
At the force of Steve’s mass, she actually fell onto the ground. Steve gasped, immediately going to help her up. He bent down to grab her hand and she looked at him for the first time. Her eyes locked onto his blue eyes and he swore he could feel the sparks fly. A blush covered her cheeks as she looked at Steve, her heart thumping in her chest. She was a romantic at heart. Always reading a romance novel or watching a romcom. She knew all about the meet-cute but she didn’t think they happened in real life.
But the way he was looking at her, her heart skipped a beat.
‘Hi,’ she breathed out, her voice sounded like the sweetest song.
‘Hi,’ he returned, ‘I am really sorry.’
‘It’s okay, I wasn’t…I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going,’ she returned, as he helped her up. Electricity flowing through their fingers, she gasped at his touch.
Handsome stranger, you have made her insides turn to jelly
She wants to dance around the room
‘I’m Y/N,’ she whispered, so softly that he was glad he had super soldier hearing.
He smiled at her, his heart thumping in his chest, ‘I’m Steve.’
‘Oh, I know!’ she returned, before she clamped her hands over her mouth. ‘I mean…I…you…shit…You’re Captain America. Of course I know you!’
He rubbed the back of his neck, blushing at her words.
‘Can I buy you another coffee? I’m sorry,’ he repeated, seeing her cup strewn on the ground.
But it’s too late
She believes in fate
‘Buck, I swear. It was love at first sight,’ he said, as he explained his run in at the coffee shop.
Bucky smiled at his friend, ‘Stevie, do you really believe in that?’
‘Just because you and Sam hated each other when you first met!’ he teased.
Bucky laughed, shaking his head. ‘I just mean, it’s not the forties any more.’
‘I know that, Buck. But I know how feel and I’m seeing her tomorrow.’
She’s absolutely smitten
And she’ll never let you go
A date with Steve Rogers? What was she doing? Okay it was only coffee, in her case tea, but she was meeting him on her lunch break in the coffee shop. She reapplied her red lipstick for what felt like the hundredth time as she smoothed down her hair. She was a bundle of nerves as she made her way across the street to the Stark building.
Steve Rogers was easier to talk to than she expected. He was a really good listener, he held her hand, rubbing little circles into the flesh between her thumb and forefinger as she spoke. He was mesmerised by her. The way her eyes lit up as she spoke about her job, she owned the little book shop across the street. She had gotten it from her mum, who got it from her dad.
‘He was in the war too!’ she exclaimed without thinking. ‘I mean, um…’
‘Are you calling me a granda?’ he teased.
She blushed so deeply and Steve was smitten.
After almost a month of meeting for lunch every day, Steve asked her for dinner. What do you wear to dinner with Captain America? She opted for a navy blue dress, and a pair of wedges. Once again she was overcome with nerves, but when Steve came to her apartment door with a bunch of wildflowers, she knew she had nothing to worry about.
Handsome stranger you have made her happy
The first in a long time!
Dating Steve was as easy as breathing. Kissing Steve felt so natural, it was like she was made to kiss him. She could spend all day kissing him, and as their dating progressed, sometimes she did. He would stay at her cramped apartment, and never once complain. Even if his room in the tower was much bigger. But if he brought her to the tower, that meant that she would have to meet everyone and he wasn’t ready for that yet.
It took six months, six blissful months for Steve to bring her to the Tower. She was nervous, he could tell. It was like meeting his parents. Steve hadn’t met her parents yet, her mum died when she was a kid and her dad had taken an early retirement when she took over the bookstore. He was currently sight seeing in Europe. He knew she had a boyfriend, she hadn’t said it was Captain America though.
When she arrived in the Tower she came face to face with Natasha AKA Black Widow.
‘Ohmigod, I’m obsessed with you,’ she gasped out. She internly cringed, she had not just said that.
‘Well,’ Nat replied with a knowing smirk. ‘You’re kind of a big deal around here!’
She blushed at her words, but Nat wasn’t lying. It wasn’t long before word got out that Steve Rogers was absolutely smitten. And anyone who could make Steve happy made the team happy. Honestly, Steve regretted not bringing Y/N to the tower sooner. She was an instant hit, she was witty, quick enough to keep up with Sam and Bucky. She was enamoured with Nat and the red haired woman eagerly took Y/N under her wing. She even was going to teach her some self defense moves. Tony thought she was cute and wanted to keep her as a pet. While she was so intrigued by Wanda, Steve thought she would explode.
After nine months, Steve asked her to move in. And how could she say no?
Her dad loved Steve. He was a proper gentleman, bringing flowers to the house and a bottle of whiskey. He laughed at all her dad’s jokes and he could tell that Steve made his daughter feel like a queen. And that’s all he needed.
‘She’s a good girl,’ her father said, as Steve helped him bring in firewood. ‘I would do anything to protect her and I hope you do the same.’
‘Of course, sir!’
Did you just whisper in her ear
Words she only dreamed to hear?
Nine months later, Steve had ordered the perfect dinner, her favourite, decorated their floor with fairy lights and candles. She came home from work to this little fantasy. She giggled as he held her close and told her he loved her.
‘Since the day we met, Y/N, I knew it was you. It could only ever be you. My whole life changed the minute I met you. I always believed in true love and soulmates. I was scared I had missed my chance when I came out of the ice. But instead I had gotten my chance. I was made for you, made to make you happy, made to be yours. And you were made to be mine. I know I’m just an old man, I know we may never have a normal life. But I would be honoured if you would spend the rest of our not normal, perfect little life.’
She gasped as he produced a ring from his pocket. She recognised it as her mother’s engagement ring and she cried as she said yes, yes, yes, a thousand times yes.
Pretty lady, look at how he’s smiling
Marrying Steve Rogers was the only thing in her life that made sense. She had a good life, but it wasn’t always fair. She had watched her mother die, had to leave college to take over the bookshop because her dad just couldn’t handle it anymore, no matter what he said. She sacrificed so much when she was younger and now it seemed only right that she got to marry an angel. Because that’s what he was.
During the speeches her dad teased her about crush on Captain America as a child. She loved his movies and comics, she was blushing bright red. Bucky was howling. Her dad cried as he spoke about watching his baby girl grow up and made Steve promise he would take care of her.
Loving Steve was easy, because he loved her so much. Loving Steve was easy, because he made her feel like the most important person in the whole entire world. Loving Steve was easy, because he was the most caring person in the world. Loving Steve was easy, because he was her soul mate. Loving Steve was easy, because Steve was made for loving her.
They were absolutely smitten from the moment they met until the end of the line.