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#Firefighter Steve Rogers
nativemossy · 10 months
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Pencil Shavings and Ashen Boots
I can finally share with you all my submission for @stevetonyzine - now public on Ao3! This was a wonderful project and a great group of folks to work with. If you supported the zine thank you! If you’re interested in getting one for yourself and didn’t make it to the first kickstarter, there will be a leftover sale starting 6/16!
summary:  Mr. Stark invites the local firehouse crew to spend the afternoon with his class. He really wasn't expecting the Captain to be as handsome and charming as he turned out to be.
fandom: Marvel - Iron Man, Captain America
rating: Gen
tags: Teacher!Tony Stark, Firefighter!Steve Rogers, Getting Together, AU: No Powers, Fluff, Humor, Tony Stark Has a Heart
length: 2k
Read it here on Ao3!
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angrythingstarlight · 9 months
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Oh no, someone caught you doing a bad thing. Which one would you rather it be?
-You weren’t actually going to give the drink to your boyfriend, you think. Maybe? You’re just so angry with him. It’s your bad luck though that Steve catches you pouring a little antifreeze into your boyfriend’s whiskey.
-You should have googled some more, because cutting brake lines is even harder than you thought it would be. It doesn’t help that Ari finds you under the car, tools in hand. 
-You’re stealing your ex’s cat because you believe it’s the morally correct thing to do. And you’re setting his house on fire because you want to. It’s just too bad that Bucky catches you with a cat carrier in one hand, and lighter fluid in the other.
Oh I love a scorned reader trying to get a little revenge.
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Dark!Mafia Steve catches you red-handed. You can't do anything in his bar without him knowing. He'll help you finish off your ex but for a price. A wedding ceremony sounds fair to him. You agree, don't you? There's only one right answer mo chidre. If you give the wrong one, well, you can stay in his penthouse until you change your mind.
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Dark!DBF Ari warned you about those stupid college boys. He's going to clean up your mess and in exchange, you're spending the weekend at his lake house. He's going to teach what it's like to be with a real man. Your first lesson is all about what happens when you don't listen to him. If you don't give him what he wants and he'll do the same, over and over.
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Dark!FirefighterBucky knows you probably wouldn't have set your ex's house on fire if you knew the fire chief was staying across the street.
Lucky for you, he knows how to clean up a crime scene.
Lucky for him, you're such a deep sleeper that you don't wake up until after you're suspended from his bedroom ceiling.
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togrowoldinv · 7 months
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Flufftober 2023!
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Hey y’all! Enjoy all of the fluff!
Decorations: Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Heroics: Firefighter!Natasha x Reader
Family Fun Day: Milf!Wanda Maximoff x Reader
The Sweetest Treat: Kate Bishop x Reader
Pumpkin Pie: Florence Pugh x Reader
Happy fall y’all!
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navybrat817 · 6 months
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kaunis-sielu · 1 year
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Locked In: End
You can’t believe that this brought you to your Alpha. You also can’t believe that your Alpha is so incredibly hot. When he presses a kiss to the back of your hand in his truck you’re fairly certain you forget how to breathe for a second. You didn’t know that want would be so strong, so fast but you know, you know that you don’t want to be separated from him, ever.
“Can I take you out to dinner tomorrow? I have to work tonight otherwise I’d ask you for tonight.” He asks, his rich voice filling the space.
“That would be nice.” His hand is big in yours and you’re having a hard time looking him in the eye, you can’t believe that he’s your Alpha.
“Are you okay?”
“Yea, I just,I can’t believe that this is real. That you’re my Alpha and that I’d meet you because I was trapped in my apartment of all things.”
“Is it wrong of me to say that I’m glad that you got trapped in your apartment?” He flirts and you laugh softly.
“I guess not because I’m certainly not unhappy about it.” You flirt back and he grins over at you before he turns into the fire station.
You’re suddenly nervous again, there are so many of them, and many of them are Alphas.
“Hey Sweetheart?” Steve says softly and you glance over at him. “None of them are going to hurt you. None of them will even bother you.” it’s a little alarming that he can tell what you’re thinking
“It’s just, there’s a lot of them and only one of me.”
“Do you want me to scent you? Keep them away?” He offers and you bite your lower lip before asking.
“What if you have to leave?”
“For a fire?” You nod, “You’ll be in my private room. I’m the only one who knows the combination.”
“Okay.” You don’t move and he brings his hand up to his lips and presses a kiss to your wrist. You take a deep breath and take the handle of the truck and pull the door open. Steve follows suit and gets out of the truck and rounds the front to take your hand again.
“You want me to carry your bag?”
“It’s okay.” You tell him with your bag on your shoulder. He leads you into the station and only a few of the other firefighters even look at you. His friends glance over and give you smiles, another dark haired one smirks in your direction but Steve just leads you past them and up a flight of stairs.
His room smells so much like him that it nearly knocks you on your ass.
“So this is our space.” You like that he calls it both of yours, not his. Like you have claim in the space with him. “Please make yourself comfortable.” You put your bag on the floor in the corner of the room then drop down onto the little couch. “Can I come sit with you?” He asks and you nod.
Steve joins you and you end up talking for hours. You learn about his family, his childhood, his friendship with Sam and Bucky. He asks about your life too, you tell him everything. It’s so nice being able to sit with him and talk.
It’s almost midnight when a bell goes off. Steve jumps up,
“Stay in here.” He tells you before heading for the door.
“Wait!” You cry and he freezes in the doorway. You press a quick kiss to his cheek, “be safe.”
“I will, I’ve got an amazing Omega to come home to.” He tells you with a smile before running toward the where the trucks are.
You wait anxiously while he’s gone. You’d shut the door after you’d lost sight of him, then you’d smelled another Alpha outside the door. One you don’t recognize and you’d climbed into Steve’s bed to surround yourself with his scent. You curl into a ball on his bed and cover yourself with the comforter, imagining it’s Steve, there to keep you safe from the Alpha still outside the door. The only saving grace is that the other Alpha hasn’t tried to come in or break the door down or anything.
At some point you fall asleep. It’s warm and smells like your Alpha so it’s not much of a surprise that you do.
His hand is gentle when he slides it along your leg. “Omega?” He murmurs and you blink sleepily up at him. “You okay?”
“There was an Alpha hanging around the door and it freaked me out.”
“Oh.” He looks concerned, “I think that might be my fault. I asked Peter to keep an eye on you. If you needed anything.”
“Oh,” You can’t really be mad at him for not telling you, he’d been in a rush so the fact that he even thought about you is more than a little heartwarming.
“I’m so sorry Honey.”
“It’s okay.” You reach for him and when he gives you his hand you pull him gently toward the little bed. “Come sleep?” You offer and he laughs softly.
“You sure?”
“Yea.” He peels off his shirt and slides under the covers next to you. He’s a big man so not cuddling up against him isn’t an option, neither of you appear to be too bothered by the development.
“Omega?”
“Hmm?”
“I’m real glad I found you.” He says softly and you hum happily.
“I’m glad I found you too Alpha.” You say, butterflies flitting around in your stomach.
“Hey Honey? Can I kiss ya?” He asks sweetly and you tilt your chin up so his can press his lips to yours.
You cannot wait to spend the rest of your life with him.
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violets-library · 2 years
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MCU Fics: Modern!AU
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★ BUCKY BARNES
Once Upon a Dream by @abovethesmokestacks
[veteran!bucky x roommate!reader; drabble] “I had this dream where you kissed me, and I kind of want to try it now.”
It’s Not the Same by abovethesmokestacks
[bestfriend!bucky; unrequited love; angsty; drabble] “How come I always end up calling you when I can’t fall asleep?”
Free Falling & Tolstoy by @sweetascanbee
[modern!au: librarian!bucky x librarian!reader; enemies to lovers; drabbles] 1. The last person you want to see you fall off of your ladder, let alone catch you, is Bucky Barnes.* 2. your fellow librarian continues to get on your nerves, but which ones?*
After Words by @justsomebucky
[bookshop!au: journalist!reader x veteran!bucky]  Reader finds a book with some handwritten notes inside and sets out to find the person responsible.
Citrus, Miniature Sun by @babycap
Steve’s getting married, and as much as it thrills you that one-third of your 'to the end of the line’ trio is getting hitched, it also fills you with dread at the prospect of your ex-fiance also being on the guest list. Luckily for you, the other third of your trio (who you are most certainly, absolutely not in love with) has a plan. A childhood friends-to-lovers, fake dating AU fic.
The Sound Of Me Not Calling by @loving-bucky-is-easier
[bartender!bucky x plus size!reader] On the house,” Bucky promised with a soft smile when you met his eyes. “You okay, gorgeous?” You managed a grin. “‘Course. I got you giving me free drinks.”
The Lengths I’d Go To by @real-jane
[detective!bucky & detective!reader] Detective Barnes and his partner are the star team at precinct 75. One threat could tear it all apart.
Bribe the Super by real-jane
[firefighter!bucky/neighbor!bucky x neighbor!reader/rogers!reader] You have a very hot neighbor. He happens to think the same of you.
Delicate Edges by @wkemeup
[biker!au: biker!bucky x florist!reader; series: complete] Your family’s beloved flower shop was not the only thing you inherited when your parents passed. Trapped under a mountain of debt to the Hydra club, you bear the cost of your father’s desperate bargain. It’s only in moments when the charming Bucky Barnes walks into your shop that you can forget the cruelty of the biker clubs of this town. But a war is brewing. The border is crumbling. You’re trapped in the middle. And Bucky will stop at nothing to keep you safe.
Flour Girl by @avengerofyourheart
[Bakery!au: baker!bucky x baker!reader; enemies to lovers; series: complete] Discovering the cute guy you just flirted with is the heir of a rival bakery, you suddenly find yourself running into him all over the city. Can your small boutique bakery compete? And how do you deal with the guy who seems determined to make your life a living hell? Luckily you’re distracted by a secret admirer…But who is he? (Inspired by “You’ve Got Mail”)
Trick Question by @nacho-bucky
[doctor!reader x paramedic!bucky; series: complete] It’s a weekly battle of wills for Bucky and the Reader, as they navigate the stunning pressure that is pub trivia. Can these obdurate opponents find any middle-ground?
For the Love of the Game by @pellucid-constellations
[college!AU & baseball!AU; series: complete] Bucky Barnes was a menace. NYU’s top baseball player, he was used to girls falling at his feet and could smooth talk his way out of just about anything. You hated him. He couldn’t figure out why. So when the novelty of weekend parties and quick hookups finally wore off—and his feelings for you began to grow—he made it his mission to fix it.
Undisclosed by pellucid-constellations
[lumberjack!au: lumberjack!bucky x librarian!reader; series: complete] Desperate to outrun a secret that could cost you your life, you seek refuge in a small mountain town. Its deep forests and small cabins make it the perfect place to hide, but the travel website hadn’t mentioned anything about the quiet, burly lumberjack that wouldn’t leave your thoughts. No one had warned Bucky about you either.
No Such Thing by @sanguineterrain
[college!au: football player!bucky x journalist!reader; enemies to lovers; series: complete] You’ve been assigned to write a column for your school paper on the team’s spectacular running back. You don’t care very much for your university’s football team; you just can’t understand the hype, okay? Turns out your distaste for football bigheads was exactly on point: James Barnes is insufferable.
✪ STEVE ROGERS
art student!ta!steve rogers x photographer!reader by @imaginearyparties
[college!au] Art School TA!Steve posing for Student!Reader's photography project.
Beautifully Unfinished by @kayteewritessteve
[series: complete] One foolish outburst, one moment of weakness at the worst possible time, and everything goes up in smoke. Who knew finally voicing your true, deep-rooted feelings, would lead to the complete destruction of your most cherished friendship?(Ignore the hatred for Fight Club)
More Than Words by @motsdeuxdejanie
[writer!steve x librarian!reader; series: under revision] Steve has put his writing career on hold and moved to the small town of Westview in order to escape the memories of a love lost. He unexpectedly finds a kindred spirit in the local librarian, who has been through a tragic loss of her own.
❅ LOKI LAUFEYSON
In the Woods Somewhere by @kashimos-hajime
[modern!au; angst] inspired by 'In the Woods Somewhere' by Hozier with some small mentions of 'Almost (Sweet Music)' as well.
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jewels2876 · 2 years
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Leg Day
A/N: This is immediately following the events in Who’s Counting? I also tied in a cute prompt from @the-ce-horniest-book-club bolded below - thank you!​
Pairing: Firefighter!Steve Rogers x reader
Square filled: Firefighter AU for @marvelfluffbingo​
No warnings - lots of fluff, touch of ominousness
Word count: 382
Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics​
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Steve appeared, dressed in khaki shorts, black Nikes, and a plain black tee shirt pulling tight across his chest, stuffing his on-call phone into a pocket. You sighed quietly as he ambled towards you. “You ready?”
“Yup!” You gave him a sweet smile. Sam and Bucky were fist bumping behind you; Steve rolled his eyes at his friends.
“Better go now before they start planning something,” Steve joked as he offered you his arm. You straightened your back a bit, pleasantly surprised at the gesture. “Lead the way!”
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After your deli lunch, Steve insisted on taking you to his favorite ice cream parlor. It had been quite the walk, but it gave Steve plenty of time to quiz you about your likes and dislikes. “Lately, I’ve been doing more cardio and dumbbell workouts mixed up.” You looked Steve up and down. “Looks like you never skip a chest or arm day.”
Steve chuckled at your assessment. “Leg day is really my favorite. Lots of squats.” You blatantly checked out his ass and whistled. “See, that’s why leg day is my favorite.” Your smile fell slightly and you inched closer to Steve.
“Don’t look now, but that guy in the gorilla costume has been following us for the past ten blocks.” Your whispered words reached Steve’s ears and he turned around, walking backwards. “I said don’t look,” you hissed.
Steve turned back to you with a grin, pulling you into his side. “I’ll bet you it’s just Sam or Bucky spying on us.” Just then the on-call phone beeped incessantly. Steve turned back around and noticed the gorilla costumed person still headed towards you. He frowned slightly but kept his tone light as he answered the phone. “Rogers.”
“A rash of fires broke out.” Captain Fury didn’t mince words. “I need you back at the station. NOW.” The call ended.
“Sorry we have to cut our date a little short,” Steve apologized. “Can I walk you back to your place?”
You smiled warmly at Steve. “I’ll walk you back to the station and get an Uber from there. Fair enough?”
The gorilla costume person passed by and Steve breathed a small sigh of relief. “Only if you give me your number and text me to make sure you got home in one piece?”
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toastedkiwi · 2 years
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i love shy baker! reader so cute, i bet she has a crush on steve but too shy to confessed. so why not write it down on cupcake to steve saying i like you.
She’d be too shy to even do that. She just keeps feeding him and he’s getting the hint that she likes him more than the others.
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monster-cock69 · 2 years
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EMT Peter checking on firefighter Steve and just looking over every little bruise and burn before kissing each spot after bandaging it
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Upcoming Fics - May
do you guys likes these, and fine them helpful?
also there’s no summaries for The demigod from Asgard this month because SPOILERS!!!!!
All times are in GMT
Sunday 1st May 5pm
The Demigod From Asgard - Steve Rogers x Reader (Part 18: Modernisation and a Couple of Tricks)
Wednesday 4th May 5pm
Moving Day Surprise - Colin Shea x Reader
Summary: While moving into a new place together you find an old belonging of Colin’s that you desperately want to try out. 
Saturday 7th May 5pm
The Demigod From Asgard - Steve Rogers x Reader (Part 19: Freeze The Room)
Sunday 8th May 5pm
The Demigod From Asgard - Steve Rogers x Reader (Part 20: Even Gods Get Sick)
Wednesday 11th May 5pm
Fixer Upper: Glowing Review - Mechanic!Curtis x Reader
Summary: You and Curtis catch up post date
Saturday 14th May 5pm
The Demigod From Asgard - Steve Rogers x Reader (Part 21: Not my idea of a cruise)
Sunday 15th May 5pm
The Demigod From Asgard - Steve Rogers x Reader (Part 22: Get with the progam Cap)
Wednesday 18th May 5pm
Burnin’ Up - Firefighter!Chris x Reader (Part 5: Doughnut Squad)
Summary: The sergeant exam looms over your head so Benny convinces you to relax and take your mind off of it, however that is easier said than done.
Saturday 21st May 5pm
The Demigod From Asgard - Steve Rogers x Reader (Part 23: Ears and Eyes Everywhere)
Sunday 22nd May 5pm
The Demigod From Asgard - Steve Rogers x Reader (Part 24: Kinda feels personal) 
Wednesday 25th May 5pm
Working From Home - Ari Levinson x Reader
Summary: Ari absolutely hates your new job
Saturday 28th May 5pm
The Demigod From Asgard - Steve Rogers x Reader (Part 25: Honneymoon Planning)
Sunday 29th May 5pm
The Demigod From Asgard - Steve Rogers x Reader (Part 26: Return of the dead)
if you’d like to keep up to date go follow @secretswiftymarvelfanlibrary and turn on post notifications!
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your-eternal-lies · 12 hours
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I am suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to write a firefighter!Steve fic. But skinny Steve. Like, I just think that would be so darn cute 😍
And maybe a whole ass firefighter AU/crossover with different characters...
(see tags for more thots)
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theshipwars · 2 months
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THE SHIP WARS ROUND TWO
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For Reference: Some of you warned me that there was some misinformation during round one, so I'd like to mention that Buck and Eddie aren't cops, they're firefighters.
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wingheadshellhead · 7 months
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i'm back on my "mcu steve was in the darkest timeline because he never experienced the canon event of tony stark giving him a home and a family" bullshit. post-ice steve was isolated, grieving, lonely, going through ptsd and survivor's guilt and he was constantly fixated on how he had no home or family or identity beyond cap. post-ice in the mcu, SHIELD stuck him in the costume and sent him back into the field, reinforcing the idea that he was nothing more than the empty shell of captain america.
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"All my life I've tried to find a place for Steve Rogers—but still he lives under the more colorful shadow of Captain America… Perhaps it's Steve Rogers who's the legend—and Captain America who is the reality! Perhaps I was born to be a red-white-and-blue Avenger—and nothing more! But there must be more to life than endless combat! Others have found a home—a family—why can't I? Or, is Steve Rogers destined to walk alone forever—until the final battle—until he walks no more?"
— Tales of Suspense Vol. 1 #75 (1959)
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"[...] But, even in the center of a crowd, I'm an outsider—a misfit! Only when I'm costumed as Captain America do I seem to come alive—to have a mission—a purpose! But, as Steve Rogers, I'm merely a name—a hollow shell—with no roots—no real life to call my own! Other men have friends—wives—loved ones!"
— Tales of Suspense Vol. 1 #92 (1959)
in the comics, the canon event of tony stark, the first person steve meets in the 21st century, giving him all of those things — a purpose, a home, somewhere to belong as himself and not just cap — changed his entire life.
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"The first week after I came out of the ice… It was a dark time. I'd lost everything. My best friend. All my friends. All I had. I didn't know what I could hang on to. And then Tony Stark came in with this little… handheld cinema. Future technology. He showed me a newsreel. Right there, I saw a man walk on the moon. For all mankind. And in that moment, I felt hope again."
— S.W.O.R.D. Vol. 2 #6 (2021)
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"Mr. Stark, when I woke up in this era, I had no one. Nothing. You gave me a purpose. Somewhere to belong… You gave me a home."
— Iron Man/Captain America: Casualties of War (2006) 
meeting tony and the avengers, creating those friendships and connections, living at the avengers mansion with them, gives steve hope that he can still find happiness and belonging in the present day.
i always found it ironic that in the mcu steve projects this ideal of happiness and domestic life onto tony. this scene in ca:cw is a perfect example of that disconnect between the reality and what steve assumed on the surface was tony achieving what he never could — having a partner, his own family and kids. (the fact that cacw tony is 4 seconds away from a heart attack at all times and too busy running around firefighting PR crises just further drives home the irony.)
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and then in a cruel twist of fate, mcu actually gives tony all of these things: home, family, wife and kid. we see steve witnessing tony having these things and knowing it's all possible, but just not for him and not in this era. (and ultimately, tony only gets to have these things for a brief period of time before having to give it all up.)
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mcu steve never got to have the experiences that have shaped every other universe's steve rogers. the presence of tony stark, his friendship, his home, his love (whether platonic or romatnic), that formed the foundation of steve's purpose within the avengers, is intrinsic to steve finding hope and happiness in the modern day. the mcu changing such a crucial canon event rewrote not only the core of mcu steve's story but the trajectory of the cinematic universe. and in the end, the writers sent steve back to the past because they believed after 6 movies and 7 years, he had nothing left to live for in the present and i honestly can't think of anything more tragic.
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rookthorne · 1 year
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⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐏𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐦
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It was an old wives tale that you put no stock in: that a way to a man’s heart was through his stomach — though this time, it worked, and it worked better than you could have ever imagined. 
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჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ༄ Fireman!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader x Fireman!Steve Rogers
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ༄ 2.4k
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ༄ Fluff, extreme tension of the spicy kind, implication of a poly relationship (Steeb and Bucko are married but it doesn't stop them) and they are menaces
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ༄ Look, I can't help what I did here. I just thought of their uniforms. You're welcome.
჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 ༄ Moments Silence (Common Tongue) by Hozier
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჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ༄ @stuckybingo 𝗕𝟱 — Firefighter AU — Masterlist
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𝐁𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
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It had been a day. And on days like this, you turned to baking; sugar was a sure-fire way to improve anyone’s mood. 
You weren’t sure how you had gone that overboard, though. Your kitchen, once spotless and organised, was in disarray with trays of muffins and cookies that were overloaded to the point they were almost overflowing. 
It wasn’t a baking disaster, no — it was just a severe overestimation of the ingredients, that’s all.
The clouds out of your kitchen window looked stormy and grey, and a steady breeze rustled the trees lining your yard, and you sighed, glancing back down at the array of sweets. You came to a decision then. The firemen — and firewomen — at your local station; they were always giving to the community, fearlessly putting their lives on the line to save others and help them.
They deserved some sweet treats, too. 
With your arms ladened with containers of baked goods, you placed them on the back seat of your car and then started the engine. The fire station of your small town wasn’t too far away, so you cranked up the volume of your radio and began the quick drive, a big smile on your face.
There was a bus parked just down the road with the sign for children boarding, and the smile on your face widened. Today must have been field trip day, and where better to do it than here? Children were standing just inside the station's roller doors where a truck sat, lights flashing bright; red and blue bouncing and reflecting off of gleeful, childish smiles. 
You hummed quietly to yourself and parked your car, a small distance away to keep the driveway clear — after all, emergencies didn’t stop just because children and baked goods appeared. 
A loud whoop of a siren echoed as you made your way to the open roller door and the children squealed, making you grin behind the towering containers in your arms, overjoyed to have picked such a cheerful day to share. 
“Kids, settle down,” a deep voice called, the smile evident in the tone. You peered around the doorway and saw a fireman, a toothy smile surrounded by an immaculate goatee. “Now, are you ready to see how we get down the pole,” the man pointed over his shoulder towards the shining fireman’s pole by the stairs, “over there?”
A collective cheer came from the children and you lowered your arms just a little bit so you could see over the top container better. The doorway was partially in the way so you stepped inside, and the man spotted you. “Hi there,” he said, and you smiled back. “Just a minute. Buck can help you when he gets down here.”
“No worries at all,” you said, and Sam — as his name badge on his chest showed — winked before turning back towards the pole.
“Buck, Steve! Show these kids how it’s done.”
Heaven above, you were not ready for what would come sliding down that damned pole. 
The squeak from the sole of boots and the pull of skin against metal sounded and your mouth opened in a quiet gasp, the containers nearly tumbling from your arms. 
A blonde man, the size of a fucking tree, you swore, slid down first. The pants of his uniform were held up by red suspenders that lay over an extremely muscled chest, on full display through an extremely tight grey shirt. He landed on the cement floor with a grunt and spread his arms out, a wide, toothy grin on his face as he took in the clapping children. 
“C’mon, Buck,” he called, looking up at the hole in the roof. “Get down ‘ere!”
It was a miracle that the children cheered again, because the noise that left you when ‘Buck’ slid down the pole was not dignified. 
‘Buck’ was just as, if not, taller than the blonde you assumed now was Steve, and definitely broader. Dark brown hair fell down his face in strands while the rest was kept up in a messy bun. His grin was wide, happy, and bright, and his face was covered in a light dusting of stubble. The dark red, almost burgundy shirt that he was wearing was arguably tighter than Steve’s.
“Oh, fuck,” you whispered when Bucky stood next to Steve, throwing a tattooed arm over Steve’s shoulder, grinning down at the kids that barely reached their knees. “Oh, fuck.”
Fate wanted to laugh at you, however, because it was at that moment that both Steve and Buck looked over at the open doorway, their grins growing wider by tenfold once they managed a glance at your floundering expression. 
“Take care a’her,” Sam, the man with the goatee said before gathering and herding the kids towards the far wall, where uniforms and helmets hung ash stained, but proud.
They sauntered over, and it was all you could do to not fall to the floor with wobbling knees. 
“Hey, sweetheart,” Steve said brightly, and you bit back a whimper. “What can we do for you?”
Uselessly, you glanced between the two of them – struck by how damn handsome they were up close. It put all your calendars to shame. 
“Doll?” Buck said, raising a brow and offering his arms to take the containers. “Lemme take them for you.”
“Thank you,” you squeaked, immediately growing anxious at the loss of the barrier you had to hide behind. “I-I baked them for you guys, as a thank you for all you do for us–”
“Is that a batch of cookies I see?”
Bucky turned at the voice, but Steve was still staring at you, a smirk growing on his pretty pink lips–stop it! You chided yourself. 
“Clint, back off, they’re mine!” Buck yelled, pulling the containers tighter to his chest and shifting closer to Steve until their shoulders bumped.
A snort sounded behind them and you watched another blond approach, rolling his eyes. “Yeah,” Clint said, waving a hand as he entered what looked like an office. “Like your husband would protect you when he could take them all for himself.”
Immediately you looked at Bucky’s left hand, ignoring the way the intricate tattoos contrasted against his skin in the light, and saw two gold bands — one wider than the other with black and red stones. You felt crestfallen, it was a shame–
“What’re you staring at, sweetheart?” Steve piped up suddenly, a dangerously mischievous glint in his eyes. “You eyein’ up my husband?”
The ground couldn’t swallow you whole quick enough, and your eyes widened. “No!”
Buck laughed and shook his head. “Like you weren’t enjoyin’ it, punk.” The containers shifted in his arms and he offered his hand. “I’m Bucky, and this here is Steve.” You offered your name and gasped as Bucky pulled on your hand, placing a soft kiss on your knuckles. 
“Stop swooning and just ask her out for coffee, you fool,” Steve snapped and rolled his eyes, taking the containers from Bucky and striding away, pausing only to wink at you. 
Time had frozen. Your mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. “What the hell just happened?”
“Ignore him, he’s an idiot,” Bucky said, staring at what you would guess to be Steve’s ass as he walked away. “Anyway,” he turned back to you and you realised belatedly that he was still holding your hand. “Thank you, doll, we appreciate it a lot.”
You looked up at him and smiled the best you could — you were still reeling from the shock of whatever the hell just happened. “You’re welcome,” you said quietly, and Bucky tilted his head slightly. It was like a punch to the gut, seeing his hair brush against his cheeks, and the way his grey eyes shone in the light. “I better go–”
“Where you goin’?” Bucky interrupted. He was still not letting go of your hand. 
Staring up at him, you struggled for words before settling on, “Home.”
Bucky raised a single brow in question, and shook his head slightly, as if amused. “You don’t sound so sure about that, honey.”
Oh, god, you thought. 
“Come stay a while, the kids are leavin’ soon,” Bucky said, gesturing towards the kids with a nod of his head. “And this way we can give our compliments to the baker directly.” His smirk — god, it would be the death of you. “I owe you a coffee, c’mon.”
The tug on your hand was like a jumpstart to your heart, and you followed on autopilot while Bucky walked towards another door. His heavy boots slapped against the floor and you watched his back ripple as he walked, barely restraining yourself to just reach out and run your hand over the muscle, to feel the power and strength of them. 
“There he is,” Steve said suddenly, his head poking out the door just ahead. “I was about to come and pull you off her.”
“Like you wouldn’t join in, punk,” Bucky huffed, and you stiffened, your mind racing. Just what kind of marriage was this? 
The door opened and Bucky pulled you inside. It was a breakroom of some description with lockers lining one side of the room, while tables littered the middle, surrounded by mismatched soft chairs. A red-haired woman was perched on a black chair just inside the entry, while a younger man stood at the lockers – both of them were staring right at you as you entered behind Bucky, the young man with wide eyes, the woman with narrowed eyes, like she was appraising you.
“Who’s this?” The red-head asked, a sly smirk pulling at her lips when she glanced down to see Bucky still holding your hand.
“This is the lovely dove that baked us all these goodies,” Clint piped up suddenly behind you. 
The young man ran towards Steve who was setting out the baked treats, snatching one with a laugh when Steve pushed him away. “Kid, you got no damn patience, d’you?”
“No,” he answered, and he looked at you, waving happily. “I’m Peter, by the way.”
“Hi Peter,” you said softly. Bucky pulled you closer again and you were suddenly against his side, his arm over your shoulder and all you could smell was him — woodsmoke, some kind of spice, and just Bucky. You gulped quietly and smiled at the red-head who stood slowly and made her way over to the table, then Steve. “I hope you like them,” you gestured to the containers.
“Make way!”
Bucky pulled you to stand beside the door and the man with the goatee appeared, grinning happily and making a beeline to the table of containers. “That’s Sam,” Bucky whispered, pointing at Sam’s back with the hand over your shoulder. “He’s the fire chief.” Then he pointed at the woman, a slight smile on his lips when you looked up at him. “That’s Nat, and I am terrified of her.”
“I heard that, Barnes,” Nat said suddenly, her back still to you as she perused what was on offer. “Watch it.”
Unseen by her, Bucky grimaced exaggeratedly and saluted. You laughed.
“Alright,” Steve said, clapping his hands. He took a seat on a couch you didn’t notice before and he patted the cushion next to him. “Come sit down, sweetheart,” he said, though you had no choice because Bucky had started to steer you towards him. “You deserve to enjoy your baking, too.”
You landed with an oof against Steve’s side, and Bucky followed, sitting on the free cushion with a loud groan. “Haven’t sat down all day,” he complained. Steve rolled his eyes and offered you a muffin that you took with a smile. 
The containers slowly emptied and so did the room. Clint, Natasha, Peter, and Sam had filtered out to the office, leaving you alone with Steve and Bucky. 
“So, sweetheart,” Steve purred suddenly, and your gaze snapped to his face. You could feel Bucky shift next to you but you were trapped in Steve’s gaze, a deer in headlights. “What d’you say, huh?”
You baulked, not even registering Bucky’s hand on your shoulders, slowly moving up to grip the back of your neck. “What?”
Steve chuckled and Bucky huffed a laugh, putting more pressure on the back of your neck – enough to cause you to shiver. “Come home with us, doll,” Bucky said, his voice low and hoarse. A shudder flew up your spin and you couldn’t form words. It was all too much of a shock–
An alarm echoed in the breakroom and you jumped a foot in the air. 
“Damn it all,” Steve groaned.
Bucky looked to the ceiling and let go of your neck. “Always the fuckin’ way.”
“What’s happening?” You asked, looking between the two as they got to their feet, slight frowns on their lips. 
“Time to go save lives,” Steve winked. “Tell ‘er, Buck, I’ll see you out there.”
You watched Bucky nod and offer a hand to pull you up, only when you took it, he pulled you tight to his chest, a slight chuckle rumbling in his throat when you let out a small noise of surprise. His hands gripped your shoulders and pushed you back so he had to bend slightly to look you in the eye, it was all you could do to not whine needily at the action — why was he so damn tall, you cursed. 
“Here,” Bucky said, pulling a small card and a pen from his pants pocket. He stood there for a second scrawling something, and then he handed it to you. It was a phone number. “Call me later.”
There was a shout from out by the truck and Bucky winced. “I gotta go, doll,” he rushed, and he placed a quick kiss on your cheek, the stubble on his jaw tickling slightly. 
“Okay,” you said numbly, still in shock. Bucky smiled and ran from the room; the yells of his crew audible even over the alarm. Slowly, you ran your finger over where he kissed your cheek. 
You couldn’t shake the warmth you felt when you sat next to Steve, nor could you shake the comfort you felt from Bucky’s touch. It was surreal. They were married to one another, but yet, here they were so openly flirting with you – you were intrigued, happy even for that fact.
Suddenly, as you walked back to your car parked a small way away, thumbing at the small card in your hand, you realised bringing treats to the station may have just changed your life. 
And you could not wait.
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⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁
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navybrat817 · 1 year
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I just wanted to share, because Steve and Bucky as Firefighter.
And reader meeting one of them (or both) like this. 🤭
Nonnie, you need to warn me! I mean. Well. You kind of warned me by saying "as firefighter". Hot firefighters with kittens? Yes, please? 🔥
What other profession could we see the guys doing this?
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Love and thanks! ❤️
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kaunis-sielu · 1 year
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Eighth day of Christmas: Steve and Fawn
You were stupid excited about today. You’d bought an ice cream maker and when it got delivered it took every ounce of self control you had to not open it.
Okay if you were honest you had opened it but only to fish out the directions so you didn’t mess it up.
You have all the ingredients in the fridge when Steve comes home you pop off the couch where you’ve been working on your latest book.
“Hi!”
“Hi Omega, you seem excited.”
“I am.”
“Have you planned dinner yet or can I make it?”
“You want to? I thought we could just do pizza?”
“I want to. I also have your present upstairs. It’s kind of a repeat, I hope that’s okay.” He looks worried, like you’ll be upset.
“Well, I’ve loved everything you’ve given me so I don’t see this being any different.”
“God I love you.” He murmurs and you laugh softly before pressing a kiss to his lips. “It’s in the bathroom closet. If you wanna go get it I’ll get started on dinner.”
“Okay.” You jog up the stairs and he heads for the kitchen. You know he didn’t have any fires today, which is a massive relief. You find the gift in a bag in the closet then head back downstairs. Steve has some beef out and you can’t help but laugh, you’d expected something milk based, like something with cheese.
“Kinda morbid don’t you think?” You ask stepping into his side and wrapping your arms around his waist.
“Maybe a little. But I know you love a good burger.” He isn’t wrong.
You stay curled into his side while he cooks, you talk about your day and Steve presses the occasional kiss to the top of your head.
After dinner he slides your gift to you, it’s an oatmeal milk bath mix.
“Oh! I’ve always wanted to try this.”
“Really?”
“Yea, it’s supposed to make your skin so soft.” You tell him and Steve hums softly, “you wanna take a bath later?”
“Always.” He says with a little smirk and you laugh.
“You ready for yours?”
“Sure.” You pull out all of the ice cream making stuff and his eyes go wide. “Did you get me an ice cream maker?”
“Yup!” You tell him clapping your hands excitedly.
“Sweetheart! Yes!” He pulls you to him and kisses you quickly. “You have so much stuff!” He’s like a kid in a candy store and you can’t help but laugh, you love seeing him like this.
You spend the next hour making ice cream. You do a vanilla base with add ins of chocolate chips, peanut butter chips, strawberries and blueberries. The fruit is kind of a miss, it gets too cold when it’s churned but Steve is thrilled with the gift either way. You’ve got to admit you’re pretty proud of this one and you can’t wait to keep trying different add ins.
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