#first time drawing steeb!

[1donoow]

MCU FANFICS REC Pt.1

[Fanfics i've read]

edited

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♡ - smut

Mostly fluff

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Peter(pietro) maximoff

erik lehnsherr

warren worthington

alex summers

Scott summers

Kurt Wagner

Jean grey

Druig

Loki laufeyson

Bucky barnes

Peter parker

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@weasvlys - NSFW headcannon

@takenbypeter - Is the big spoon when cuddling

- Gives the other “the look” when they crossed the line

- Spends WAY too much time in the snack aisle while grocery shopping

@chiefdirector - Being in a Polyamorous relationship with Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr would include...

@gangrenados - valentine's day with them

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Peter(pietro) maximoff

@quickiesgirl -the night the klepto stole your heart

@takenbypeter - text message emergency

- have no fear peter is here

- look me in my eyes

- peter w/ an s/o whos too nice

- snack shopping

@m0chaminx - Instagram au

@devilgenics - headcannon

@spilledkauffie - cuddling with them

@softie-rain - opposites attract

@quicksilverownsmysoul - ___

@damnnnelliot - sleeping with pietro maximoff would include

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erik lehnsherr

@fanfic-galore-ig - headcannon

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warren worthington

@absolutelyfizzing - angels and demons

@m0chaminx - Instagram au

@spilledkauffie - cuddling with them

- NSFW

@mrsarnasdelicious - first kiss

@tomhiddelstonandzaynmalik - fluff alphabet pt.2

@definitely-not-v - meeting and falling inlove with warren would include

@gangrenados - ___

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alex summers

@starshipsofstarlord - summertime

@m0chaminx - Instagram au

@spilledkauffie - cuddling with them

- NSFW

@mayfieldss - dating alex summers would include

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Scott summers

@refiwrites - taking care of drunk scott summer

@m0chaminx - Instagram au

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Kurt Wagner

@definitely-not-v - Warm

@peachy-wolfhard - dating kurt wagner

@maximoffs-girl - having a family w/ kurt wagner

- dating kurt wagner would include

- arcade date with kurt

@refiwrites - is that my sweater?

@rubystarpoet - nightcrawler

@dem-obscure-imagines - nightcrawler and the princess

@gabrielsgoldengrace - being a burlesque dancer and kurt seeing a show would include

@thefandom-fanatic - drawing hearts

@spotofimagines - blue

@youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms - you can do this i believe in you

@fandom-------queen - headcannon

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Jean grey

@m0chaminx - Instagram au

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Druig

@sapphireplums - break time

@starsvck - somewhere only we know

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Loki laufeyson

@weasleygirl7 -Glorious purpose

@bonky-n-steeb - the flower crown

@agentofkrypton - ___

- ___

@takenbypeter - you make it better

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bucky barnes

@takenbypeter - keep your friends close

- b.b

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peter parker

@parkersmaterialgirl - headcannon

@yesitsmewhataboutit - 1:10 am

@realtalkswithfinn - the spiderling(avenger!reader)

#peter maximof x reader #erik lensherr x reader #warren worthington iii x reader #alex summers x reader #scott summers x reader #kurt wagner x reader #jean grey x reader #druig x reader #loki laufeyson x reader #bucky barnes x reader #peter parker x reader #masterlist #mcu rec

[pogostikk]

i love your gem mutant au so much, angst aus are my favorite, especially ones that involve a character being permanently changed in a heartbreaking way and seeing how the characters around them react to The Horrors

that being said, can we get the CG + the extended CG (specifically Pearl if you don't wanna draw em all!!) reacting to seeing GMAU Steeb for the first time?

AAA I wish I could draw all their reactions!! I really need to think about how what happened to Steven would effect them, and then succeed in drawing that lol

But I was happy to draw Pearl! I hope you like it (she’s dealing with some self blame)

I should probably say that I write Steven’s words are backwards. You don’t need to know what he’s saying, but if you’re curious, it’s “don’t cry, Pearl…”.

Coming up with a cool way to draw/write Steven’s backwards speech isn’t important to me rn.

#steven universe #su au #pearl #asks #gem mutant au #the drawing is inconsistent in each frame but we’re not gonna talk abt that

[spevonnie]

i am literally begging you to click it because the quality is already low as it is plz :))) they were so tiny, its giving me like early 90s point n click adventure game vibes

(original)

#i remember this being my favorite meme ever #also my first time drawing corrupted steeb #steven universe #su #suf #corrupted steven #kaiju steven #garnet suf #garnet su #pearl suf #pearl su #connie maheswaran #amethyst su #amethyst suf #meme #fanart #su memes #su fanart #tw swearing

[ink-asunder]

I feel like I have two ways of drawing The Ancient One

Method 1: reasonable proportions, carefully measured head shape/size, the “normal” way

Method 2: her ears stick out so far you can literally see a bit of both of them in a 3/4 portrait

#in the words of our... fellow mentee fangirldum #the fun lies in the struggles #drawing stuff #lol #no but like watching the movie for the first time during that one scene where tao is showing steeb the magic i thought of this #and now im brave enough to draw her this way so yeah

[bonky-n-steeb]

are your requests open? if yes can i please request a steeb fic, where steve and reader meet at the VA and fall in love, like love at first sight or a soulmate au? idk if you write soulmate AUs. also i think your fics are amazing😌✋, pls keep writing more stuff, your fics always make my day!

Omg! Thanks ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎. This request is so sweet! Ily!

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗳 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿

𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 || With your broken soul mark, you never thought you’d have a soulmate. But it’s rightly said, patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 || none

this is not proofread :/

This is the first time I’m writing a soulmate AU. Hope y’all like it!

“Congratulations Mr. Andrews. Your loan has been approved.” You said as you finalized the documents and passed them over to him to once over.

You were about to inform the veteran where to sign when the feeling hit you in full force. Warmth spread all over your body as your heart thumped and a heavy feeling took place in your chest.

It was an uneasy feeling like drowning and flying at the same time. Adrenaline rushed freely in your veins as you held your hand near your heart and tried soothing yourself.

You knew this feeling, even if you had never experienced it before, you had read it and heard it enough number of times. Your soulmate was near.

Every single person was had their own soulmate; a person they were destined to be with. Some found them early in their lives while others found them in unexpected places.

As a kid you had a few guesses on how your soulmate would be. And a teenager, you had randomly wandered the streets hoping to meet him. But after growing up, you had almost given up the hope.

Now, everyone in your friend circle had found their soulmate, everyone except you. You were always a little different from the rest. Earlier you had been shy, but now you were proud to stand out from the crowd.

While everyone else had elegant complete symbols which matched with their mate. Yours was a star, which was only halfway completed through and left open ended. When feeling utterly sad, you used to take a pen and draw the remaining sides to make it complete.

You were sure by now that there wasn’t a single other person in this universe who had such a broken, half assed symbol. You were meant to be alone, to be incomplete.

But then this realisation took you by surprise, you had a soulmate! There was someone else made by this universe just for you and he was right here, right now.

You looked at your wrist where the mark was embedded and your breath hitched, it was glowing a faint shade of blue and tingling.

Without wasting a moment, you stood up from your chair and started walking blindly. The man in front of you looked bewilderedly at you, but after seeing your condition a small smile graced his lips.

It wasn’t uncommon for people to meet soulmates at work. As you pushed pass people towards an unknown destination, the pull started getting stronger.

It felt as if you and your mate was connected with unseen threads that were pulling you both closer and closer; like stretched apart rubber bands finally contracting.

It oddly reminded you of searching for a wifi signal. You were about to chuckle at your thought, when you bumped into someone.

The moment your bodies touched, it felt as if an electric current flowed through you. But it wasn’t painful, instead it was satisfactory.

Looking up, you saw clear blue eyes peering at you. His jawline was sharp and his blond hair matched him perfectly. His straight nose was a bit crooked and it only added to his beauty.

He was your soulmate. This man who would make even the gods jealous with his beauty, was your soulmate. You stared at him for a minute more, and that’s when you realised who he was.

He was your soulmate? Wait… wait… wait!!! No no no. It couldn’t be. It shouldn’t be possible, right? You couldn’t be that lucky, right?

Captain freaking America was your soulmate! Steve Rogers was literally the most coveted man on this planet and he was your soulmate?

In your head, you danced with joy and shouted with excitement. But in reality you were staring at Steve like a fish. And Steve, despite being an avenger, was no better.

“Captain America found his soulmate!” Someone screamed in the background and soon there was a clatter of flashes and shouts. People were taking your photos and videos while you both just awkwardly looked at each other.

They must’ve noticed the way you both were pulled towards each other like moths towards light. The clear signs of distress while searching and the soothing calmness after finding ones soulmate was clearly distinguishable.

Suddenly shy and embarrassed of the whole ordeal, you bit your lower lip. You saw his eyes instantly snap to that gesture of yours. “Let’s go somewhere.” He whispered so that only you could hear.

Some people moved away to allow you two to walk while the others kept on clicking your photos. You were sure they would be plastered on the news by today evening.

You locked the door and pulled the curtains when you finally entered the inside office. “Umm, hey! I’m Steve!” He was fidgeting with his jacket as if didn’t usually ordered the avengers around.

“I know.” You shared your own name and he repeated it to see the way it rolled off his tongue. “I never… I never thought it would be you.” You shyly admitted.

You couldn’t believe captain America was blushing at your words. “You’re beautiful.” He complimented. The sincerity that dripped from his voice made your heart melt.

“Thanks.” It felt as if you’d forgotten all the words. As you sat besides each other on the small couch, your eyes wandered to his wrist. Following your eyes, he pulled the sleeve of his jacket back to show you the mark.

All the soulmates were supposed to have the same marks, but that wasn’t the case with you. His mark picked up right where yours ended. His star completed yours; if you would place it on one another, it would form a complete beautiful blue star.

“You complete me.” The words that slipped past your lips, weren’t only about the soulmate mark. You meant it about every aspect of your life.

While he was the storm of adventure you wanted, you were the calm of familiarity he needed. It was like two pieces of puzzle who fit perfectly.

You were disturbed from the sweet moment by the incessant buzzing of your phone. You were sure the photos were on social media by now and your friends and family must have seen them.

“Would you… Umm, would you like to come on a date with me?” Steve was at loss of words. He was sure there was a better way to frame this.

“Yes!” This wasn’t the right place to talk about anything. It was your office and it was swarming with people. You needed to go somewhere private.

“How about we go somewhere right now?” Steve asked hopefully. He couldn’t possibly wait until the end of this day. He had waited a literal century, but waiting a few hours more felt impossible. You thought for a moment, before nodding.

You would probably have to ask for a leave and what not. Also, mr. Andrews was probably still sitting at your desk. But you could see that later on. Right now what mattered was you and Steve.

Hand in hand, you both walked upto his Harley-Davidson. He checked if you were seated safely and you clutched his jacket as the motorcycle roared to life.

As the fresh air hit your cheeks, and Steve scent overwhelmed your nose, you knew you weren’t broken anymore. You knew you were finally complete.

#skye’s 1k sleepover #steve rogers #marvel #mcu #chris evans #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n #chris evans x reader #steve rogers headcanon #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers one shot #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers x female reader

[mjolnir-steve]

Would you rather have one night of amazing, incredible show stopping sex with nomad daddy?

Or spend the rest of your life married to—and cherished by—smol bean Stebe? 🥺

How could you do this to me, Siri?! 😩 This decision was easier than I anticipated, but I certainly did not want to make it...

I would have to go with sweet, tiny Stevie. 🥰🥰🥰

While I would sell my soul to suck the soul out of Nomad Steve, pre-serum Steve is an angel. He has no game, but he's confident where it really counts. He has a big heart, and he's respectful and kind. I live for romance, and I think Steve would go all out once he knows a gal feels the same way about him as he does about her.

I can see him being the type to save during the week so he could afford to buy some roses every Friday on his way home from work. He doesn't expect you to have dinner on the table, but he shows you how much he appreciates it that you do. He doesn't have much money, so the dates he plans are creative, different. Steve loves to hear you laugh, so he draws funny pictures and leaves them in random places around the apartment. He helps you do laundry and other chores on the weekends, even though you insist you're fine on your own, just so he can spend time with you, standing beside you and kissing you when you least expect it.

Lil bit of smut under the cut hehehe oops!

As far as sex goes, it's awkward at first. Steve's inexperienced, and if this is the 40s, you most likely are, too, but it's okay because you'll learn together what feels good. You can see in his big, blue eyes how much he adores you, and he makes you feel it, too. At the beginning of this phase of your relationship, he checks in often, reminding you that you can tell him to stop at any time and that he just wants to make you feel good, doll. You know you can trust him completely. He's embarrassed when he lets out a particularly loud moan, but you encourage him because you love knowing what gets him all worked up for you. It also turns you on how damn enthusiastic he is every single time.

Steve (especially pre-serum Steve) almost definitely wants children, so I imagine there's a bit of a breeding kink. 🥴 The first time you let him finish inside you, he's entranced by the sight of his spend leaking out of you, and he nearly passes out when you push it back inside yourself, then suck your fingers clean. From that point forward, you two fuck like rabbits and he can't get enough of filling you up, constantly praising you and reminding you of how gorgeous you are, how lucky he is to be with you. Forget about once he sees you pregnant, bestie!!!!! He'll be keeping you that way. 🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴

I also imagine the aftercare is top tier, involving more praise, soft kisses all over, cuddles, and frequent warm baths together. Steeb loves washing your hair for you after he's fucked you stupid, and we know he has the stamina to do so because he said it himself.

And I –

I have no idea where all this came from. You're a wonderful influence, Siri 🤣

#maggie answers #steve rogers #steve rogers imagine #send help #pre-serum!steve rogers #maggie's writing

[cloudystevie]

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁

hi! this is my first time make a reading list so i’ll see if i like it or not lol. this is everything i’ve read in the past 2ish weeks i believe? and i will be reblogging all these fics because reblogs are important!!!! ill be tagging those under ‘fic recs’ and what i would normally add in the reblog will be added here! if that makes sense! i think ill still be playing around with aesthetics and stuff so this might not be a consistent theme yet- okay i done rambling go read all these amazing fics!!!!

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁

♛ steve rogers ♛

↳ little scripta manet by @fangirlovestuff

this was just so? i loved it so much?? i an a sucker for friends to lovers tropes and normally i dont read angst (unless it has a happy ending because im sensitive skskdk) but this was the most perfect amount and i loved it!!! im so glad u found muse off my moodboard and u are so incredibly talented <3

↳ clench by @kleohoneyao3

i love the way you characterize steve so much!! he’s always the most perfect dom lol- i would also be highly embarrassed if he could feel my puthy throbbing while i sat on his lap lolll

↳ a compromise by @steebsbabygirl

bestie? this was so good i cry and sob how dare you??? i am a slut for thigh riding and steve and daddy steve so this was just... perfection <3 its so so so amazing especially for ur first smut!!!! i hope u write more😋

↳ cupid draw back your bow and let your arrow go by @chrisevansgoodgirl

you are so incredibly talented im always in awe when i read your writing!!! this was as always >>> top tier and i loved every second of it!

↳ everyday is valentine’s day with you by @steebsbabygirl

steeb crying make me sad i sob he is good boyfriend i want i cry <3

↳ 1-800-i love u by @brattycherubwrites

ugh ugh ugh i sob so hard!!! rosie u are so talented and i love your writing style so much ik i say this everytime but i’m always blown away by your aesthetic this was so so so good!!

↳ pretty little slut by @the-iceni-bitch

wow this was so good i just... stared at my ceiling for a little while tbh i love steve and i loveee mean possessive steve skjdkdkd

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁

♛ andy barber ♛

↳ red handed by @honeyloverogers

this was so fucking cute and hilarious and jacob being absolutely mortified sent me skdkkdkd ive never smoked weed before so idk what a bad trip is like but this was hilarious and i lub daddy andy lol

↳ rule breaker by @nony-bear

oh my god oh my god oh my god- daddy andy is so dkfjkwjflskkdksjd he’s all strict and stern and then the soft aftercare ugh i die

↳ golden hour by @devilsbaby-doll

ugh this was so soft and i love andy and i love u so obviously this was ... top tier amazing 10/10 loved it its my comfort fic <3

↳ just for mrs. barber by @donutloverxo

i just love ur writing so much and this was so so so good!!! grumpy andy not wanting to make friends with anyone (tbh same lol) but buying you a house because u asked for one?? sugar daddy???? i die <3

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁

♛ ransom drysdale ♛

↳ nothing to be ashamed of by @dadplease

waaaaa me loves ur fics so much they are so comforting and i love soft ransom because me is also scared of the dark lolll

↳ rouse by @stargazingfangirl18

no one will ever write ransom as top tier as u do. nothing more to add. i loved this and read it a million times kskskks

↳ those three words by @chrissquares

ughhh ransom being ransom and being love but still not wanting to say the L word first so he thinks hes slick 😫 i luv this so so so much!!!!!!

↳ white lace by @chrissquares

wowowowowowowowoowowoowfuckfuckshitshufuckfuckcufkcwowomg im——— speechless no words just horny ransom wowowoowow i wanna suck his cock :(((

↳ hop by @devilsbaby-doll

daddy ransom 🥺🥺🥺 this was so fucking hot i love this so much wowowowoowowowoowowoww i malfunction

↳ new man by @worksby-d

i love boyfriend ransom so much its not even funny and i knowww hed be a complete little bitch about it like u wrote skfjkdkd

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁

♛ chris evans ♛

↳ take it all off by @angrythingstarlight

ughhhhhh i die this was so fucking good i love it and i know hes such a competitive insatiable little shit this was so fucking gooddd i luv

↳ daddy! chris blurb- cookie jar by @honeychicanawrites

bitch i would turn into an oscar winning actress too the fuck??? i love ur daddy chris i think ur the first person that made me fall in love with him so of course like always top tier blurb <3

↳ playing cute by @afriendlyblackhottie

as always this was so fucking good i love ur smuts they are genuinely my favourite!!!! unbeatable and i love everything u post!!! this was so fucking filthy i love it skksks

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁

♛ frank adler ♛

↳ in like by @afriendlyblackhottie

once again i fucking love ur smut and frank is just so hot to me on another love i cant explain so of course u write him and i explode lol <3

↳ the franks by @fineanddandy

ive never read anything like this before and it was so good!!! i love the ‘other person being jealous’ thing and this was just >>>> baby daddy frank is so hot i cant breathe

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁

♛ ari levinson ♛

↳ favourite gift by @stargazingfangirl18

ugh i love ari hes criminally underrated imo and this was so good!!! so soft and just perfect ugh i die i love him <3

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁

♛ stucky ♛

↳ candy hearts by @honeyloverogers

LITTLE STUCKY IS SO FUCKING CUTE IM YELLINGGGGG bucky would absolutely be the level headed one and steve would definitely be the most excited little baby who cant hold any secrets ughhhhhhh i luv this so much i cant even put it into words <3

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁

#cloudystevie’s fic rec list #fic rec list 1 #steve rogers x reader #andy barber x reader #ransom drysdale x reader #chris evans x reader #frank adler x reader #ari levinson x reader #stucky x reader

[anthonyed]

if ur taking requests/prompts!!!: stevetony and tony taking care of steve after a long and exhausting day?🥺 i was having steeb feels today too and i want him to have a soft and caring bf whos there for him :(

The sound of TV all encompasses the massive room which makes theirs.

At first, Tony doesn't hear it. But he knows better to tune in harder as he was expecting and he isn't disappointed. Well, he is. But at something else.

"Thought we'd swore by Thor," he sighs as he makes himself known, "nothing good ever comes out of watching this -," crap. Is what he wants to say, but holds his tongue and juts his chin instead.

Steve barely chances him a glance, looking not all guilty. Not even angry. Just tired.

And Tony, he knows how to deal with an unhappy Steve. Knows how to deal with an angry Steve, grumpy Steve and even a sad Steve. But tired...

Something twists uncomfortably in his gut.

He swallows as he contemplates how to act. Doesn't know a single step to take because anywhere could be a landmine and one single misstep would mean Steve closing up on him altogether.

He takes in his man; neat hair, shaved face and overall, he looks well put on the outside, even his spine isn't tense and the remote is loose in his hold.

The remote is loose. In his hold.

Which makes all the difference in Steve's world. Because Steve either grips something snug or tight or too tight till his knuckles are all white. This however paints a defeated picture and Tony's breath catches in his throat.

He moves on somekind of an invisible push, all contemplation flying out the window as his voice drops to soft "Hey," and his calloused hand lands on Steve's shoulder.

He's trapped behind the couch but that doesn't stop him from leaning in as close as possible so the back of Steve's head presses at his stomach and he tilts his man's chin up until he could meet those blue eyes.

"It's gonna be okay," he promises. Don't know how but he will make it okay, if that's what it comes to.

Steve's eyebrows draw in together but Tony presses the frown away with a kiss. "I promise."

Steve however, catches his wrist at the end of his jaw and whispers a raw, "Don't."

Tony pulls back and looks at him, the odd angle aside, he tries to read what's in those blue eyes.

"You don't want me to make fix this."

Steve's thumb digs into his pulse and Tony presses his own into the shapely jaw. "I don't want you to do anything."

Tony's frown deepens, but he says, "Okay. Tough. But okay."

That earns him a little quirk to Steve's lips and Tony feels the pressure on his shoulder instantly come down. He lets out a long exhale and pulls away his hand, Steve's fingers catching lightly in the end, silently asking him to stay and Tony makes his away around the couch.

"Scoot over," he shoos, before plopping down next to him. One hand works to loosen his tie while the other cradles Steve's head as he lays on Tony's lap.

The tie comes loose, and the top two buttons too by the time Steve had curled himself into fetal position on the couch; tucking his face into Tony's stomach as he clenches the silken dresshirt with white knuckles.

Tony's fingers card through blonde strands as he switches the TV off and leans his own head back.

This doesn't change anything in the death toll and property damage created today at Lagos. It won't change the exhaustion that has worn Steve thin till his breaking point.

But if Tony could provide comfort, even fleeting and in the luxury of Armani fabric soaked in his body heat and his calloused fingertips. Even if it's in his presence and company, if this is all that Steve wants from him in times like this, it'll be his utmost honor to provide it.

What happens after, they'll deal with it later.

#stevetony #stony #my writing #prompts #from like last year lol

[avengerscompound]

Running to a Standstill - 18

Running to a Standstill: A Captain America Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Word Count:  2893

Rating:  E

Warnings: Smut (mmf bisexual threesome, oral sex, vaginal sex, anal sex)

Synopsis: While on the run from an unknown organization trying to take your son, you meet two super-soldiers.  While they try to help you get to the bottom of who is hunting you and your son, feelings come out and admissions are made that make your personal life even more tricky.

Epilogue

Your feet hurt a little and you were hungry to the point that you were considering just tearing a piece off the sourdough loaf you’d bought, and eating it plain before you even finished your ride up in the elevator.  Even with these minor discomforts, you felt really good.  You had just ventured out to the nearest bodega alone for the first time since moving to the Tower.

It had been eight months since the raid on Madripoor and while everyone had doubts that HYDRA was gone for good the new rightful ruler of Madripoor was pretty thorough with cleaning the NAZI organization out of their nation.  Not for any particular need to clear out all criminal organizations mind you, just to clear out the one creating the most competition.  Madripoor was for all accounts, still lawless.

All the people involved in the production and distribution of the super-soldier drug had been arrested.  You had hopes that the drug might end up virtually extinct the way the Quaalude was now.  However, you logically knew someone who still had them would try and replicate them.  Given the fact that the drugs existed in the first place because someone was trying to replicate what they’d done to Steve way back in 1943.

What you’d stopped being worried about was them bothering you anymore.  The Avengers, thanks to Tony, Vision, FRIDAY, and with a little help from Geo, had managed to remove any details regarding the names of people who were experimented on.  Which meant there was no one left to know that Geo had powers and no one left to hunt you.  You were safe and you could finally have some semblance of a normal life.

It had taken you a while for any of you to trust that.  For a month you still didn’t want to go out at all just in case there was some kind of retaliation or last-ditch effort to grab you.  When you finally did it was with Bucky and a group of guards.  Gradually the guards dropped in number.   When all the HYDRA members were convicted you started to go out with just Bucky and every time you went out, there was no one watching you that shouldn’t be.  No one followed you or made you feel unsafe.  Sure, Bucky would get looks but you could tell the difference between Avengers groupies and the people who had been trying to kidnap your son.

Today was the first time you’d ventured out alone.  It was only down the street and you still weren’t brave enough to take Geo out without at least Bucky or Steve with you, but it was a start. You’d only looked over your shoulder a few times.  You’d done this alone for years, you knew what to look out for and it wasn’t there.  You were safe.

More than safe, you were happy.  With all that weight off your shoulders, you were able to just enjoy life again.  Every part of it.  Being a mother wasn’t just a case of protection and high alert twenty-four/seven.  You played with Geo more.  You let your guard down and let him get on with the job of being a kid.  You started to look back into the things you had studied in college and were seriously beginning to consider studying again so you might be able to have an actual career and not just a cash-under-the-table job that paid your bills but kept you off the books.  You were looking at schools for Geo.  You were letting yourself be a girlfriend and opening yourself up to the fact that this could be it.  You might have actually found two people that were your people the same way your husband had been.

The apartment was alive with sound and smells as you stepped in.  Bucky was cooking, he’d just started when you’d ducked down to the bodega for a couple of missing ingredients and now the whole place was full of the scent of garlic, herbs, and cooking tomato.  Music was playing over the speaker and Geo seemed to be talking animatedly with the AI as the two of them played some digital version of snap using his tablet.  Steve sat with a sketchbook on his knee.  There were crayons scattered over the table from when he’d been drawing with Geo but now he was just sitting with his pencil poised but not actually drawing anything.

“He looked up when you came in and smiled.  “Hey, sweetheart.  How did you go?”

“Good,” you said, as Bucky abandoned whatever it was he was stirring and rushed over to you.  “Got a little jumpy at the alleys but there was nothing to worry about.”

“Did you get what I needed?” Bucky asked, digging around your fabric bag while it still hung from your elbow and fishing out items as he found them.

“Yes, honey,” you said, pushing the whole bag into his hands.  “Here take it.”

Bucky took the bag and you went to sit down with Steve and Geo.  Steve took your hand as you went to pass him, and you let him pull you down into his lap.  “I’m proud of you,” he whispered.

“It wasn’t that big of a deal,” you said.  “I used to go out on my own all the time when I was on the run.  I didn’t have a lot of other choices.”

Steve’s arm circled your waist and he nosed at the side of your neck.  “I know.  Still.  I’m glad you're starting to feel safe.”

You relaxed in his lap and Geo climbed up onto you.  You did feel safe.  And loved.  And all the things you had missed for three years.  Despite the fact you had been trying to go slow for Geo’s sake, it was hard when you felt like this with them.  It was clear that Geo was feeling just as safe and at home as you were.

When he was very upset he was still the mommy’s boy he’d always been, but more and more he was turning to Steve and Bucky.  Not just when he wanted to be comforted.  He did it when he was excited about something, or wanted to play a game, or have a story told to him.  He’d ask them to take him out or take him up to the pool.  As scary as it was for you to see Geo starting to treat these two men the way he would have his own father, as melancholy as that hit, it was still happening.  Geo now had two father figures where he once had none.

Even though neither had said anything about it, you could tell they were seeing Geo as a son too.  This was your family now and some moments terrified you, but mostly you couldn’t believe how lucky you were.  There were days where you thanked whatever force it was that had led you to not only apply for a lease in Clint Barton’s apartment block but to begin dog sitting for him so that you just happened to be dropping Lucky off at the same time Steve and Bucky were there.

Bucky called you all for dinner and you ate around a table sharing stories about your day and making plans for the following day.  Just like a family on an old sitcom, only with extra dads and you all genuinely liked each other.

After dinner you gave Geo his bath and took him to bed, reading to him from a comic about Figment the dragon from that old Disney ride at Epcot.  It was a comic that Bucky owned for some reason which was odd because he would have been in cryo freeze during the entire time that ride even existed, yet he had it none-the-less.  Geo spent a lot of time looking at each picture so that the thin comic that would normally only take five minutes to get through was being dragged out so it was closer to twenty.

“Bug-key sayed dat dis dwagons was a robod,” Geo said, tapping the cover when you were done reading.

You chuckled.  “It was, and it’s weird he even knows that,” you confirmed.  “The robot dragon is gone now.  We can take you to Disney World some time, then you can see all the different robots.  I don’t think any of them will be as smart as FRIDAY though.”

“No…”  Geo said, shaking his head.  “FWIDAY is da smartest.”

“Thank you, Geo,” FRIDAY replied, the fondness of the little boy evident in her voice.

“Alright, you,” you said, putting the comic away.  “Lie down.  Time to sleep.”

He flopped back onto the pillow and you kissed his forehead. “Good night, I love you,” you said.

“Wuv you too, mommy,” he replied.  “Have sweed dreams.”

“You too, little one.”

“Mommy,” he said as you got up.  “I dotta say goodnight to Bug-key and Steeb.”

You chuckled.  “I’ll send them in.”

You stepped out of the bedroom to find Bucky and Steve sharing the recliner as they watched the news.  “He wants to say goodnight to both of you too.”

“We can manage that,” Steve said as they both got up.

Bucky and Steve went into Geo’s room as you went and got ready for bed too.  It was still early but you figured whatever the plans were for tonight, they’d be more enjoyable in your pajamas.  When you came out into the bedroom you shared with Bucky and Steve, they were there getting undressed.

“He didn’t cause you any trouble?”  You asked.

“No.  He just said goodnight and had FRIDAY turn out the lights,” Steve answered.

“I like when I’m here to say goodnight to him,” Bucky added.  “He’s so funny how he wishes you sweet dreams too.”

“Yeah, we can use them,” Steve added.

“Speaking of,” you said and looked over at Steve.  Lately, when you and Steve had been alone, you’d started talking about Bucky moving in.  He was here a lot anyway and the times he wasn’t it felt like he was missing.  The three of you still took time to enjoy each other one-on-one, but now you were all happier and more relaxed when it was the three of you.

Bucky froze in the process of stepping out of his jeans and stared at you like a deer in headlights.  “What?  What did I do?”

“Nothing, Buck,” Steve chuckled.  “We were wondering… hoping really, that you’d move in here with us.”

“What?  Really?”  Bucky said, standing up straight and looking between the two of you.

“Yeah.  You don’t have to decide right now…” Steve said.

“No, I want to,” Bucky said, lurching forward, completely forgetting he was still in his jeans and falling flat on his face.

“Bucky!” You yelped, rushing to his side and helping him back up, while Steve watched on with a slightly bemused look on his face.

“I’m okay.  I’m good,” Bucky assured you as he got back up and kicked off his pants.  “I want to move in.  When?”

“Whenever you like,” Steve said.  “We can bring your stuff down tomorrow if you like.”

“I do like,” Bucky said.  He pulled you close and cradled your face.  “Yes, I want to.”  He leaned in and kissed you deeply.  As the two of you kissed, Bucky reached out to Steve, pulling him closer, so when Bucky pulled back from you, he moved straight to kissing him.   You ran your hands down Steve’s chest and nuzzled at Bucky’s neck, nipping at his throat gently.

Bucky pulled back and smirked at you.  “You tryin’ to start up some celebrations, huh?”

“Maybe?”  You giggled, tugging on his boxers.

“I think that might be something that can be arranged,” Steve teased.  He picked you up like you weighed nothing and tossed you onto the bed.  You squealed and quickly spread your legs and opened your arms to Bucky as he crawled up your body.  He began to unbutton your flannel pajama top and kissed your skin along each new part that became exposed to him.  His fingers brushed over your breasts as he pulled the fabric apart and your right nipple, puckered and hardened under the cool metal of his left hand.

Steve took off his boxers and moved up beside you.  He leaned in and kissed you.  His lips moved slowly against yours and his tongue teased the corner of your mouth.  You reached down and massaged his cock.  He was already semi-hard and as your palm moved up and down his length and you curled your fingers around his shaft, the blood rushed to it.

Bucky began to grind down against your cunt.  You could feel the press of his cock through the fabric of your pants, the thick shaft pushing between your folds and rubbing up and down against your pussy, making your whole body tingle and your cunt start to drip.  He leaned down and pulled one of your nipples into his mouth.  His teeth pressed against it and you moaned, breaking the kiss with Steve and arching your back so you pushed your breast up into Bucky’s greedy mouth.

Steve moved to his knees, pumping his cock as he looked down at you.  You leaned up and lapped over the head as it disappeared and reappeared under the foreskin with each pump of Steve’s hand.  He teased the head over your lips and you opened your mouth, letting him guide his cock into your mouth.

As you sucked hard up and down Steve’s shaft, Bucky moved from one breast to the other.  His hand slipped down into your pajama pants and he quickly fingered your clit in small circles as he ground his cock against you.

Your whole body buzzed like an electric current was swirling through your veins, making your body thrum.  You moaned into Steve’s cock as a hot pit pressed down inside you and your fluids slicked your folds.  Bucky pulled back and pulled your pajama pants off.  You released Steve’s cock and no sooner had you sat up that Steve was up beside you and pulling you into his lap.

“Mmm… did you want something?”  You asked as you straddled his lap and started to grind down on his cock.

Steve cradled your jaw.  “I think you know,” he teased.  You smirked and leaned in and kissed him deeply.  As you dipped your tongue into his mouth, you guided him inside of you.

You both moaned into the kiss and you slowly rolled your hips with his, appreciating the way he stretched and filled you.  Bucky got up and grabbed the lube.  He moved behind you and kissed your shoulder as he put his hand on Steve’s chest and pushed him back on the bed.  You lay down with him, pressing your body against his chest and continuing to bounce on his cock as Bucky lifted Steve’s legs and pushing them up against your sides.  He began to apply lube to Steve’s ass, sinking a finger into Steve’s ass.

Steve gasped and bucked up under you.  You broke the kiss with Steve and you looked down into his blue eyes.  “Feel good, Steve?” You purred.

He groaned and closed his eyes.  “Yes.  Oh god, yes.”

“You want my cock, Stevie?”  Bucky teased.

“Please,” Steve groaned arching his back and forcing his cock up into you deeper.

Bucky took his hand away and slicked his cock.  Steve raised his hips needily and as Bucky sunk in Steve groaned and dug his fingers into your hips.  You started kissing Steve again and moved with Bucky as he started to thrust.  Bucky’s stomach pushed your forward with every snap of his hips, pushing you up and down on Steve’s cock.  Steve was breathless and moaning under you both.  He reached up and grabbed Bucky’s hand, holding it against your back as the two of you fucked him.

A sheen of sweat began to cling to your skin and your skin prickled.  A dull ache built in your cunt, making your walls clench and spasm around Steve’s thick shaft.  Steve groaned and his hands opened and closed on your back.   You slipped your hand between the two of you and began to finger your clit.

It brought you over.  Your orgasm shuddered through you and you moaned loudly.  Steve gasped and jerked up under you, coming deep inside your pussy.  Bucky kept thrusting.  His hand tightened in Steve’s and his hips began to stutter.  You kept being bounced forward on Steve’s now softening cock with each thrust of Bucky’s hips.  With a groan and a hard thrust, Bucky came.

The three of you slithered into a pile, your breathing coming much more labored than theirs.  Bucky rolled on his side and ran his metal fingers down your stomach.  “We break you?”

“Mm-hmm…”  You hummed.  “In the best way.”

“Well we can now do that any time,” he said.

You laughed and pushed him.  “Did you forget I have a toddler?”

Bucky hummed and kissed your shoulder.

“Big changes,” Steve said.  “It’ll be good though.  Us together.”

You smiled and cuddled in between us.  He was right.  It was a big change. You had been through a lot of change in the last five years, but this was the first one since Geo was born that you felt truly excited about one.

To be continued in Until the End of the World...

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[lillianofliterature]

anxious confession | steve rogers x reader

a/n: I wrote the first half of this back in 2018 and the second half today (very rushed), so I decided to just post it with a fictober prompt to get another one done! DO NOT REPOST MY WORK. 

fanfic or original work: fanfic

fandom: marvel (mcu)

prompt: (#30) “Just say it.”

warnings: anxious steeb :(

word count: 1.8K

Steve watched quietly as you sat beside him, taking in everything about you. His eyes soon fell on your lips as they pressed against the mug of steaming tea. Your face tensed slightly as the hot substance tingled your tastebuds and glided down your throat. He watched as you gingerly set the mug down and resumed the typing on your laptop.

As the keys ticked, he could see your mind turning like the pages of a book. You were working on a manuscript for a novel you had begun a year ago and were nearing the finals stages of editing. He had been by your side through the whole process, watching as you hit highs and lows, as you went from loving your craft to wanting to burn everything you had ever written. In fact, he had been the one to help you scrounge up the confidence to set your ideas into a book - and only allow you to wallow in self-pity for a few hours.

As he watched you pour forth dialogue and descriptions, he thought about the last year and how far you had come. He smiled to himself and forced himself to look away. He adjusted his grip on his pencil and pressed it to his sketchbook. He looked up, but this time towards an elderly gentleman who sat across the café in front of the tall windows that offered a view to the busy New York streets. Against the grey light of the rainy day, the man was only a dark silhouette with the daily paper thrust forward in his hands.

Silent moments passed on as Steve sketched the outline of the man’s nose. His thoughts drifted towards the shape of yours. It was so feminine and button-like, although you thought it obnoxiously shaped. He smiled to himself as he recalled the many times he had sketched it. He had drawn your profile dozens of times over the years, much to your disapproval.

He never grew tired of sketching you; the shading, the contour, the positions. He knew the shape of your face so well, he now only had to glance at you to get it right. He always loved shading your features in a different light, discovering hidden facets of your appearance in each sketch. Your hair entranced him each day and never failed to inspire a quick sketch or in-depth piece. He enjoyed drawing each strand, each curl, and every style he found you trying to master.

His hand had stopped as he thought of the shape of your face. The ticking of your keys reigned him back in from his thoughts and pulled his gaze towards you again. Your lips pursed every few seconds as you concentrated on the words you would use or edit. He glanced at the screen and found you adding in sentences here and there, but he couldn’t stop thinking about your subconscious quirks.

You were oblivious to his gaze on your features, taking in every faint freckle that dotted your face. He fought to resist the urge to scrap the drawing of the elderly man and start sketching you again. He wanted to capture your delicate eyelashes and the look of passion in your eyes. He kept to his current project but found it increasingly difficult to concentrate. He kept thinking about your sweet disposition and kind heart, your love for humanity, the respect you had for his own era, and the great passion you had for your craft. 

Memories and daydreams played themselves in his head.

“Steve, why are you staring at me?” 

He blinked nervously as your voice made his thoughts dissipate. He stumbled for words and cleared his throat. Why hadn’t he been able to look away?

“I, uh, was just thinking about ordering another coffee. I was going to ask you if you wanted a refill, but I didn’t want to interrupt your editing.”

You thought his answer rather noncommittal due to the rushed tone of his voice, but the observation was soon overlooked at the thought of a fresh mug of honey chamomile.

“You’re never an interruption, Steve. And another round of tea would be wonderful,” You reassured. 

To oblige his own anxious cover-up, he rose from his chair and reached for your mug with a familiar smile that tugged one side of his lips upward. Before he could claim your tea, you swigged down the last of it as if it had been a shot of something stronger. You heard him chuckle and his smile spread to the other side of his lips. He gingerly took the mug from your hand. In doing so, his fingers grazed over yours. A sudden burst of nerves made his stomach flutter and his mind begin tumbling with fond thoughts of you.

He left the table and found a place in line. He read over the menu that was suspended above the counter in an attempt to distract his thoughts from your touch, but he soon found his gaze upon your mug in his hands. He rubbed a circle on the mug as if to assuage the sensation your skin had imprinted upon him. Unknowingly to Steve, the crowd ahead of him had dwindled and costumers had escaped the line to find their seats.

“I can take care of whoever’s next!” One of the cashiers called out, but Steve was oblivious. “Excuse me, sir? I can take your order now -”

“Hey, buddy! There are other people in line!” A gruff voice from behind shook him from his trance. The man had a thick red beard with a disgruntled expression on his face.

Steve glanced behind him and looked the man square in the eyes. He was tempted to tell the man to learn to acquire some patience, but he kept his mouth shut. He had been holding up the line. Instead, he offered a humble apology and stepped up to the counter.

He ordered another cup of black coffee and another cup of honey chamomile. With a polite and apologetic nod to the cashier, he made his way to the table, careful to avoid bumping into strangers or spilling the near-boiling beverages. Upon reaching the table, your hands stretched out and groped for the mug while whispering a string of thank yous. He pulled it from your reach and set it down next to you. You pouted.

“The mug’s hot.”

“Oh,” You breathed, but ignored his warning.

You wrapped your chilled fingers around the handle and used the tips of your fingers to hold the edge of the mug, avoiding the heat from the liquid. As you pulled the mug to your lips, you could tell the tea was far too hot to drink. You rather hated losing your ability to taste after scorching your tongue. You simply let the steam warm your cheeks and nose, this time unaware of the familiar pair of blue eyes that were settled upon your hands. 

Steve, overcome with the desire to sketch you, abandoned his other sketch, and flipped to a clean page. He set his pencil to the page, the graphite gliding over the white surface with careful precision. To his relief, you remained oblivious to his frequent gaze upon your hands. You were now too engrossed in your editing to take notice.

As he drew your knuckles and defined the delicate shape of your fingertips, he began to wonder how it would feel to hold them in between his own. He wondered how soft your skin was and if your hands were a comfortable fit for his. He longed to trace his thumb over your fingers and place his lips delicately upon your knuckles.

Of course, he had held your hands before, but it was brief and not with romantic intentions. The instances were polite, such as when he would help you up off the training mat or out of a vehicle. And it was only ever for a moment. It never lasted; he could never properly savor it.

Suddenly aware of the nature of his thoughts, Steve cleared his throat and focused his attention on his sketching. But he couldn’t put those thoughts away for long. He soon became anxious, completely unable to concentrate. Each time the bells above the café door jingled, he would look up and look over whoever had entered.

Something churned in his stomach.

He cleared his throat again and took a sip of his coffee. He tried to pick up his pencil and resume the silhouette of the elderly gentleman, but his hand quivered across the page. It was no use.

It was time to come clean.

“(Y/n), can I ask you something?” His voice shook ever-so-slightly.

“Sure, Steve,” you said. Your fingers paused their furious typing and you gave him your full attention without having to be asked. He loved that about you. You were always ready to listen and he never had to beg for your attention. This time, though, he almost wished you were a little distracted - maybe that way if you didn’t feel the same, he could play it off as if he had something else entirely. But you were too good for that. “Shoot.”

His eyes flicked down to his sketchbook and he tapped the tip of his pencil against the page lightly. You could feel the floor near your feet vibrate as he rocked his leg. It was obvious that he was struggling to catch his mouth up to the pace of his thoughts, whatever they were.

You leaned forward, craning your neck to try and catch his wandering gaze. “Steve, I won’t judge you. Whatever it is, you can ask me.”

He swallowed, “I know, I just- uh, it’s not an easy thing to say.”

“Just say it. Don’t think about it too much.”

Those glimmering blue eyes met yours. You felt your heart dip with excitement. His gaze never failed to do that to you. You felt yourself shrink in anticipation.

“I- uh, I wanted to ask if you’d like to go out on a date with me. An official one,” he gestured with his hands as he spoke, “I’d like to take you somewhere nice, someplace you can get dolled up for. If- if that’s something you’d like to do. I’ll wear something nice, too. I didn’t mean just you should get dressed up, that would be incredibly arrog-” Somewhere in the mix of his anxious confession, your ears numbed to the sound of his voice as you realized he was asking you out on a real date. He liked you.

Your smile grew. He’d finally asked - and in such a gentlemanly way.

“I know what you meant,” Your hand found its way to his. “And I’d love to get dolled up with you, Steve.”

tags: @tessaem

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[pogostikk]

I socialized too much and I can’t draw now, so I’m gonna get my thoughts out by infodumping my au. It’s gonna be all over the place and full of different subjects cause I’m combining all the drafts I had together, but I’ll make it work.

To begin, I was thinking about abt what would happen if Steven met an off color, like a gem who emerged “wrong” and was in hiding, or a fusion in need of help.

And I totally think he would want to help them, but he’s a human with no power, so what does he do? Sneak them into his and Star’s room to ask the pink diamond for help.

I think it would be cute if Steven and Star secretly helped out off colors as much as they could, and when the CGs kept trying to convince him that Star wasn’t a good person and had been manipulating Steven, he’d be like “…mmmm you ever actually met him? Cause he’s like a (insert some sort of gem term version of saint)”.

(It also just occurred to me that Steven and Star are twins, and while Steven was born, it took Star a second to form, which means Steven is the older twin. I feel like that’s funny)

I’ve been thinking about Steven’s outfit and why he’s got the clown getup in the first place. Because Star would never dress baby Steeb that way cause he doesn’t want Steven to feel like his job is to entertain others. Although I don’t think Steven considers clowns or jesters as entertainers specifically, but moreso that their jobs are to make people happy.

And his first friend was Spinel, who’s purpose is to make other people happy and be their friend, and if Steven could be any gem he’d probably want to be a spinel. I think he wants all these things and dresses this way out of some unspoken guilt. He realized really young how much Star was sacrificing and suffering for Steven and how out of his control it all really was. I think of those kids who have parents who have financial problems, so they feel guilty and like a burden for having needs.

Anyways getting off track again, I think he dresses not like a clown but like a spinel because he wants to make Star and all the other hardworking gems happy, probably because he doesn’t think he’s good for anything else.

It’s kind of sad and of course part of it is just because he (and I) thinks clown outfit are cool and fun and colorful, but I wanted to explain that a bit cause Steven would only ever have that conversation with his future therapist lol

Also, I think the idea of Steven never being attracted to anyone ever until Connie is pretty funny. Like no doubt there was no education whatsoever regarding romantic relationships on Homeworld, sure he’s heard about gems who loved each other so much that they fused for seemingly no purpose, but he can’t fuse and he’s not a gem. And Star told him bits and pieces about the zoo (and maybe Rose) but that’s still not enough.

And then he meets Connie and for awhile he doesn’t realize it but he finds this other human so beautiful and cool and talented, he likes her hair and voice and probably thinks she deserves to be told that, while Connie who developed a crush on him first is trying not to die at constantly listening to Steven say things to her that sounds like blatant flirting even when she knows he probably doesn’t even get it.

I also think for awhile he would just be completely oblivious to his feelings, and then he gets to Earth and meets Garnet, and Greg tells him about his relationship with Rose, and he just sees a wide variety of human bonds and at some point it would just click.

I think once Steven and Connie come to terms with their feelings and confessed to each other, Connie would want Steven to seriously educate himself on human relationships and communication. Just because she doesn’t want him to walk into something he’s not entirely prepared for, and she’d want him to be sure he actually likes her too.

OHHH I just realized I never talk about what Star actually does in his time as a diamond!!

I always think it’s silly cause he inherited the pink diamond court from his mom, but the first pink diamond and him are two very different personalities, and he doesn’t actually care that much for what he does (probably bc his coded purpose isn’t to be the new pink diamond). Steven has fun with it tho.

Anyways, I always felt like Blue and Yellow Diamond were taking care of production, like I felt like they oversee things like gem kindergartens, colonizing planets, maybe designing new technology, etc,. While White Diamond would oversee gem laws, the identity of her amazing empire, basically just, making sure everything is a “perfect reflection of her”. She already colonized so many planets, I wonder if she stopped cause she used up all her essence… I’m getting off topic again nvm.

But Pink, the littlest diamond, definitely took care of culture and celebrations, like come on she used to throw balls for her diamond families’ accomplishments. And Star totally inherited that.

I also imagine his court would be considered a bit controversial compared to the other courts, which often times has him being set apart from the other diamonds even further… lots of older gems and the diamonds don’t have a lot of respect for him, I mean all gems under the diamonds treat him as a diamond, but he’s not oblivious to the very quiet rumors that are said about him.

And I mean, he doesn’t need nor want their respect, it certainly wouldn’t be mutual if he had it. He’s got the respect of his own court, and he cares for his gems too. Steven always comes first, but he does feel responsible for his gems. And I think a lot of his gems ended up embodying his views in some ways. Especially if he’s made gems.

Has he made gems with his own diamond essence? That is if he did assist Blue and Yellow with gem production for his court.. but do we know how long it takes to make a batch of gems? He’s only like, sixteen years old, and it’s gonna take way longer then that, if he had a human life span would he even live to see his gems? If not that’s kinda sad. But also the other diamonds might not even let him near gem production or colonizing planets. Not for a longggg time.

As for Star’s personal views, which I think I’ve mentioned a few times, is a bit in the grey area.

Ultimately, he is a prisoner on his own planet, an a lot of his choices and actions were because the diamonds were holding Steven’s life over his head. His morals and values, as well as other things, needs more time to build because he’s not actually that free to explore it all. I think after the empire is liberated, and he’s gotten a good amount of rest, he’d spend some time trying to figure out who he really is beyond Steven’s other half.

As I’ve said, Steven comes first. He was made for Steven, albeit it was an accident, but Star takes it very seriously and loves his kid very much. But he’ll do good when possible. Like I said at the beginning of this post, Steven sometimes brings off colors in need of help to Star. And he’ll do what he can to help. Healing a cracked gem, showing them to safer areas of the kindergarten, getting them off of Homeworld if he can, even pardoning gems in trial who did nothing wrong but would have been considered guilty.

A lot of those values come from Rose Quartz. After all, in a way, she became him. And part of her stuck with him. He feels horrible when he’s forced to hurt an innocent gem. He couldn’t care less if a gem actually did something wrong, though.

Well I had a lot of fun writing this, but it is a bit chaotic, so I hope it was cohesive enough.

#steven universe #su au #human steven #pink steven #connie maheswaran #connverse #hoo boy that’s a lotta words #I could probably organize this better #I’ll look into that later

[kitkatd7]

Forgiveness and a Little More

Summary: You thought Sebastian was out drinking last night but turns out it was something totally different. (Sorry that’s not specific, I can’t give it away haha)

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Characters: Anthony Mackie 

Warnings: Maybe a curse word? Besides that literally none. It’s all fluffy :)

Prompt #22: I’ll tickle you (Will be in bold)

Word Count: 1013

A/N: This is for @angelinathebook‘s 300 Follower Writing Challenge! I hope you like it boo!  I know I haven’t finished a story in a while, so I’m actually really proud of this one! I know it’s not as good as it could be but it’s something :)

Likes, comments and reblogs are sooooo greatly appreciated! My stories are not to be posted anywhere without my permission.

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“Baby, baby wake up!” Sebastian shakes you gently, pulling the sheets down slightly so he can see your beautiful face, pulling you more snugly against his chest simultaneously. “Babe, you gotta wake up. It’s time to get ready.”

Mumbling incoherently you try to pull the sheets over your head, failing thanks to Sebastian pulling it back down again. 

“Ready for what?”

“It’s a surprise, just trust me.”

You groan, muttering a soft ‘no,’ before closing your eyes again. 

“C’mon babe. Or I’ll tickle you.” Sebastian whispers playfully, his hand sliding to your side where he knows it bothers you most. “Okay! Okay, I’ll get up.” 

He watches as you roll out of bed, your hair a tangled mess as you walk towards the bathroom muttering, “I still don’t forgive you.” 

“You will,” he whispers, smiling to himself.

An hour and a half later you're sitting in Sebastian’s black 68 fastback Mustang. Your makeup and hair is as perfect as you could get it and you’re wearing your favorite dress; Maroon with white and light pink flowers on it, thin straps across your shoulders. It hugs your curves perfectly, the hem hitting halfway up your thigh, paired with matching maroon heels. You don’t dress up often but Sebastian insisted, saying you would see why later. Not that you could see anything thanks to the blindfold he asked you to wear. 

“Is all of this really necessary?” You huff, crossing your arms over your chest and attempting to glare at him through the blindfold.

“Would you stop questioning everything I do?” He chuckles, glancing over at you. 

“Everything you do is questionable!” you say, laughing. 

You can practically hear his pout. “Not everything.” 

“Oh, of course, there was that one time,” you snark, smirking.

You don’t have to see him to know he’s rolling his eyes and smiling at your sass. 

Several minutes later you feel the car roll to a stop but you have no clue where you are. 

“Stay there, babe,” Sebastian says, getting out after taking the keys out of the ignition. A few moments later you hear your door open and Sebastian helps you out carefully. You chuckle as he guides you gently; one hand resting on your lower back and the other on your forearm. “Where are we going?” 

“You’ll see soon, sweetheart.”

“That’s not a real answer.” You pout, making him laugh, but he still doesn’t answer.

You feel grass tickle your ankles for a moment and then the dull thud of your shoes hitting… wood? “Sebastian- where are we going?” you ask again, your eyebrows drawing together. 

“Hang on. Stand rigghht- there,” He says, guiding you where he wants you before moving away. 

“Sebastian?” You reach out, trying to grasp him but finding nothing, the only sound is the soft wind rustling through the spring leaves.

A little worried now, you ask, "Where are you?" 

You jump slightly when you hear his voice not far in front of you; "Now you can take it off."

Peeling off the blindfold, you gasp, your hands flying to cover your mouth in surprise as you take in the scene before you; Your standing on a dock overlooking a gorgeous lake with Sebastian down on one knee in front of you, a box open in his hands and a glittering ring staring back at you from inside it.

"Seb…"

"Don't say anything. Let me talk, okay?"

You nod your head mutely, tears pricking your eyes.

Taking a deep breath, he looks at you intently. “I didn’t love you the first time I saw you… I didn’t trip over my words when I first talked to you, my heart didn’t beat faster the first time I heard you laugh, I didn’t have you on my mind every minute after the first day we spent together- I fell in love with you little by little, day by day. I slowly fell in love with your smile, and your laugh gradually became my favorite sound. I didn’t topple head over heels the first time I heard you speak, but I grew to love the gentle tone of your voice. I was pulled in by the different sides of your personality; How gently you talked to kids, how fiercely you defended your friends and how passionately you talked about the things you love. I love how messy your hair is on Sunday morning and how outgoing and wild you can be on Friday night. I didn’t love you until I saw every side of you, and now that I’ve seen every side of you, I can’t imagine a day without you. I love you. Will you marry me?”

“Sebastian…” You trial off, unable to speak. 

“Well please don’t say no, I put a lot of work into that,” He whispers; His words are light but there’s an underlying pleading tone- Like he almost expects you to say no.

“Of course I’ll marry you! Nothing would make me happier.” You're glowing as he slips the ring onto your hand before standing to pull you into a giant hug; Picking you up and spinning around. 

Setting you down, he loops his arms around your waist, his forehead resting on yours while your arms circle his neck. 

“That’s why I was out so late last night- I was getting Anthony to help me pick a place,” he confesses quietly, looking into your eyes. “I’m sorry, I wanted to be home bu-”

Sighing, you pull him closer, pressing your lips gently but fervently against his, silencing his apology.

Pulling away after what felt like only a second, you rest your forehead on his again, enjoying the moment.

“WHOO!!” Someone yells from behind you and you whip around to see none other than Anthony with a video camera in his hands, dancing around like a mad man. “They’re getting married! They’re getting married!” He yells excitedly at the top of his voice, probably scaring any nearby strangers half to death. You both burst out laughing before practically being tackled by Anthony’s bear hug. “So, I’m gonna be the best man, right?”

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[profoundalpacakitten]

DEMON BUCKY TEMPLAR STEEB????????????????? 🥺 Also glad to see Movie nights edging continuing to live on your list, thriving

Okay so hear me out, bro. The outline is pretty short still, but the story isn't supposed to be too long either.

So it's sort of a Dragon Age / Marvel fusion AU. It does deviate from some of the Dragon Age canon though, it's just loosely based on it.

Most important points to know for this AU are: The Fade is a sort of parallel world from where Mages can draw their power for magic. In the Fade dwells spirits and demons, it's the plane where you dream, and sleep. Demons can try to entice someone who's linked to the Fade, to try and go into the "real world". Templars are duty bound Knights, used and abused by the Chantry (a religious order) to prevent the mages from becoming possessed or corrupted by their magic and demons.

Demon Bucky Templar Steve temptation

Steve is a templar and ever since the trial of the last mage he was supervising has had reoccuring dreams of the same demon who tried to tempt the mage. At first Demon (which type?) Bucky tempts Steve and is unrelentless, but Steve resists with no problem, thanks to his lyrium use. He’s also pretty puzzled because he’d think the demon would try to target the mages, but he always… comes back to Steve. Or start with the mage during a trial and then turns back to pester Steve. Why?

With time, the temptations go from half-assed to barely there, and their meetings get more and more like companionship. To access the Fade so much, Steve ends up asking to go on Trial duty nearly all the time, and he sometimes consuming way more Lyrium than he should when he starts doubting himself. Is he falling to that same temptation he thought he was immune to? People begin to notice. Bucky notices too.

One day Steve reaches out, but Bucky isn’t there. He tries again and even enrolls one of his mage friends to try and find the demon (that raises some eyebrows by the way). In the end, Steve gets ready to leave his duties and desert from the Mage Circle he’s assigned to, when on a patrol he meets a man, and it’s Bucky, possessing the body of a young man. Steve knows, but doesn’t know how he knows. He just does. The man smirks and Steve stares flabbergasted.

When the upraising happens and the Chantry falls, Steve gets help from Bucky during his lyrium withdrawal, and afterwards he simply deserts and goes on the road with Bucky to live happily ever after, far away from the Mage War and the Chantry’s rule. The end.

#Stucky WIP #Stucky #Dragon Age AU #Templar Steve #Demon Bucky #work in progress #Alpaca writes

[anika-ann]

A Cup of Truth (S.R)

Type: One-shot, a bit of coffee shop AU

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!reader    Word Count: 3000

Summary: Your favourite pretty blond comes in every day to get a cup of good ol’ joe. You flirt on occasion; mostly you, because your suit of armour – which people boringly call an apron – and his smiles give you confidence.

When the band of dumb goons picks your damn workplace to attack, your confidence flies out of the window. Well. Good thing that the resident Avenger heroes save the day including the one in his all-American star-spangled glory.

Prompt: “You can’t mask that ass. I’d know it anywhere.” (Bold in the text)

Warnings: hostage situation, violence, non-consensual drug use/injected, hospitals, slightly crack-ish humour (?) and some fluff

A/N: For marvelcapsicle’s challenge. Thank you for letting me participate, darling, may you gain more and more sweet followers in the future ♥

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Here’s a thing: Steve Rogers had a lot of fight in him. Before or after injected with the serum, no matter his shirt size, no matter if he could swing his fists effectively or not, he would punch bullies in their face.

When it came to people close to his heart, that rule amplified tenfold. No one touched the people he cared for. And while he would not necessarily call all of them friends, he would go rabid should any harm come their way.

To be fair, the list of ‘his people’ who were still alive wasn’t long; he could almost count them on the fingers of one hand. Tony. Natasha. Clint. Thor. Bruce. Probably Fury. Really, his circle was a bit monotonous, people who could protect themselves just fine at most times, but simultaneously with high-risk job of being the first defence line for the world’s greatest threats.

And then there was you.

You, with your inviting smile whenever he appeared at your counter at the café he had discovered during his endless walks.

You, handing him a drink different to his usual ‘boring’ cup of joe once a week, because that was the deal you had offered and Steve, caught in his curiosity about today’s world and your adorable challenging expression, agreed.

You, with your pretty eyes, irises twinkling at his attempts at flirting, no matter how awkward and out-of-time they sounded, graciously returning the favour… if he was reading the situation right.

You, always grinning wide when discovering a doodle he had left on his napkin, taking it with you back to the counter.

You, blissfully unaware of his double life, genuine in your demeanour, dealing with plain old Steve Rogers, and perfectly safe; at least as safe as one could be on Manhattan.

You in a headlock, as five rogue SHIELD agents decided to crash into the café you worked at of all the damn places, choosing it with deadly precision and nearly driving the poor Captain America into a cardiac arrest.

Not that you had any idea your life mattered to the proclaimed Star-Spangled Man more than anyone else’s. You were the exception to the rule; you were the precious outsider Steve caught feelings for, the one that was not supposed to learn about his other persona for at least a while longer and sure as hell was not supposed to get herself in a mess like this one.

Steve stood frozen as Natasha had two men at gunpoint, Clint fighting another, the last one having been already knocked down by Steve himself. The only injured people were the few customers, scarce at the hour, and the employees; some bruises and insignificant bleeding wounds between all of them.

The worst problem still remained; Perez had his arm around your neck, visibly squeezing your windpipe at least partly if the colour of your face – one stained in tears and Steve could kill at the moment, kill with no remorse – was anything to go by.

He gripped his shield tighter, staring the man down with his jaw clenched and his heart beating its way out of his chest, the syringe at your carotid scaring him more than the reduced airflow to your lungs.

“It’s over, Perez! Let her- let the woman go,” Steve howled, knees slightly bend in posture allowing him to spring forward at any second, to throw his weapon, to punch the living daylight of the bastard that not only betrayed SHIELD, but put his hands on you.

Big, big mistake. He really shouldn’t have done that.

“I like her exactly where she is, Cap,” Perez snarled, a wicked smile on his bloody lips, only his eyes giving away a fraction of his fear. “Move and she gets a ticket straight to hell.”

Perez was outnumbered and he knew it; even if he managed to escape, they would find him easily with Tony Stark’s system of surveillance. Yet, he tightened his grip and with you involuntarily acting like a human shield for him, he started backing away, gaze flickering between the three present Avengers.

Natasha’s right arm twitched as if she wanted to shoot him on spot – but she didn’t want to risk leaving the other two without the threat of immediate death for even a second.

And then several things happened at once; Clint knocked his opponent down with the construction of his bow; Perez who saw it lost his nerve and swiftly slammed the needle into your neck, piercing your skin easily, as easily as Steve’s panicked shout ripped from his throat.

The next second, an arrow was sticking from Perez’ shoulder as he jerked back with a cry of pain and Clint put another arrow through his hand, adding one to his thigh for a good measure. Two gunshots sounded in the background, Natasha’s aim as unmistakable as ever.

Perez fell to the ground with a scream, not even reaching for the gun in his holster before Steve was there to knock him out with a brutal hit straight to his face with his vibranium shield. The crack sounding at the impact was like music to Steve’s ears, the blood spurting from Perez’ nose a pleasant visual.

Yet, it didn’t feel half as satisfactory as Steve hoped as you had stumbled and toppled over your own feet. He barely managed to slow down your fall, gloved palm shooting up under the spot between your shoulder blades, his other hand holding your shoulder. He supported your enfeebled weight as you practically lied over the unconscious man.

Steve didn’t bother paying attention to his surroundings, knowing that the noise around him was Romanoff and Barton apprehending the remaining thugs. Instead, his gaze scanned you head to toe, focusing on your face and neck when he couldn’t find any other injury.

You were pale, eyes misted, unfocused, skin worryingly cold to his touch.

“Hey-- hey! Can you hear me?” Steve demanded urgently, lightly patting your cheek.

At that, your pupils zeroed on him, wide with disbelief, and to his immense shock, a lazy smile spread on your lips.

“Steve?” you breathed out his name and blood crystalized in his veins, his heart, already panicking, speeding up. How did you know his name? Perhaps the drug, the whatever liquid in the syringe was taking effect and you were turning delirious? Shit, they needed a doctor-- “You’re the pretty blond. Steve. My flirty Steve… my hero. Everyone’s hero.”

Steve’s horror escalated with each word. Good news: you were still breathing and apparently quite lucid, even if your speech was more of a mumble. Bad news: his secret identity just blew up.

Luckily, he considered the good news much more important; and lucid he would like to keep you, so he shot Natasha and Clint a meaningful glare, wordlessly asking them to call help. He wasn’t sure whether it registered because both of the spies were staring at him wide-eyed as the woman in his arms just outed him like the café’s regular… one that flirted with her, no less.

Steve cleared his throat, focusing on his mission – to keep you talking. There was no much point in denying it, was it?

“Eh... yeah, it’s me. How-how did you know? I wear a mask-“

“Muscly… real muscly… and that ass,” you muttered and Steve nearly choked on his spit, certain that he just turned red all over, including the area you pointed out.

Wait, did that mean that you had been checking him out?

So not important right now.

“Oh, uhm- how are you feeling? We have to-“

“You can’t mask that ass. I’d know it anywhere,” you continued babbling as if you hadn’t heard him and Steve gulped, feeling his teammates, who still hadn’t called a doctor, what the actual hell- watching you with interest. ”…could bounce a penny off it… no, that ain’t right, a quarter off of it, that’s it… Dream of it sometimes… biting-“

Clint coughed loudly to cover his laughter, finally springing into action after that uncomfortable remark that gave Steve quite a visual he wasn’t sure how he felt about just yet.

“Alright, as amusing as this is, we should get her some medical attention…”

Steve only took his eyes off of you for a moment, shooting Barton a look that screamed ‘You think?!’

“I want to touch it… please lemme touch it—just once,” you pleaded quietly, swaying even in your practically horizontal position, straining your neck to catch a glimpse of the object of your interest. “The best I’ve even seen-“

“I think it’s ethanol she got injected with…” Natasha announced, sniffing the syringe with disgust in her voice. “High concentration.”

And Steve felt like he just got hit by Thor’s hammer… in his head. Seriously?

“…alcohol?” he asked, dumbstruck and utterly relieved, the heavy weight in his stomach lifting a bit. “You think she’s merely… drunk?”

“Well, alcohol straight to the bloodstream is seriously nasty on its own, S-“

“Alcohol nasty, yesss. And this really hurts,” your voice interrupted Natasha and Steve’s heart clenched uncomfortably when the surprised grimace appeared on your face, your eyes indeed clouding in pain, looking up at him, doe-eyed, so vulnerable and trusting.

“Hey, no sad Steeb! Your eyes pretty too. Little pictures you draw… so suuuper cute. I like your hair. You came in the day, wind blew, so messy-- like bed hair, wanna try top that-- I betcha I can do better-“

“Sounds drunk enough to you?” Natasha hummed casually and Steve didn’t even have to look at her to know she was smirking, while he was both fretting over your state and blushing to the roots of his hair because of your blunt compliments and unfiltered fantasies.

You turned your head slowly to Nat as she spoke, a crooked grin curling up your lips. “Hey, you’re pretty too-“

Much to Steve’s annoyance, the Russian spy had the audacity to chuckle and wink at you.

“Why thank you-“

“But prefer blonds,” you babbled again, lowering your voice conspiratorially. “He’s real nice. His biceps are like… huge. Bigger than my head-- ow, my head… spi-spinning- I think-? Whoa— oh… “

Steve called out your name in panic as you went limp in his arms, your body pliant, folding like a house of cards.

“I like her,” Clint noted as he jogged to Steve’s side, kneeling to take your pulse on the unharmed carotid with a furrow to his brows. “The medics are on their way, she’ll hold on until then.”

Steve sighed in relief when Clint nodded in affirmation again, feeling your heart still beating.

Steve’s grip on your tightened, hand sliding behind your head to cradle it gently rather than letting it dangle in such unnatural angle. He manoeuvred it so your cheek rested against his chest, his newly free hand sneaking under your knees so he could lift you with ease as he stood up.

“Nice, Rogers. Keep going like this, squads with weights, and you’ll keep that exceptional ass of yours in shape,” Natasha teased him, but when he turned to glare at her, she gave him a soft smile and beckoned towards your nearly motionless body. “She’ll be okay. Let’s go get her some help.”

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Your head was pounding. The right side of your neck was itchy as hell and felt extremely stiff. The beeping sounding in your ears was a thing from nightmares, echoing in your aching skull.

You felt like shit and honestly, you could cry when you tried to open your eyes and the sharp light hit them, making you swiftly close them again.

A realization slowly crept at you that there was a presence of an intrusive smell too, making you want to puke— or was that just the brutal hangover? Because you felt unbelievably hungover on top of everything. The world seemed to be spinning even behind your closed eyelids and you couldn’t but groan, deciding to only curse the universe mentally since your throat resembled a Sahara Desert.

“Oh, hey gorgeous,” a female voice greeted you from your left and you snapped your eyes open with a startle, staring with shock at the beautiful redhead sitting by your bedside.

For few long seconds, you wondered if you died and went to heaven, because there was a non-descript angelic-like creature watching over you.  You quickly brushed that thought aside, because there was no way Heaven looked like a hospital room and provided you with such shitty sensations attacking your poor body.

So you asked the only logical question, ignoring the dryness of your mouth which soon cause you to cough.

“…who are you?”

A plastic cup with a heavenly cold liquid landed in front of you, the straw sticking from it directed to your lips as the stunning woman frowned discontentedly.

“Oh, you don’t remember?” she asked, seemingly hurt. “My heart is breaking! You told me I was pretty.”

You blinked slowly, finally adjusting to the light, finally able to talk without pain (that much pain, that was) and your head started pounding some more, embarrassment filling every fibre of your being.

What the- oh god, you had really got drunk, hadn’t you, and now you had a total blackout on what you had been up to in your questionable state.

“Eeeer… I did? I mean, you are… but-“

“But you prefer blonds, yeah, I know,” the mysterious woman finished your sentence to her liking and your eyes went wide. How did she- and who was she again, sitting in your hospital room like that? Had you really got so smashed that you didn’t remember her when you should have? When had you met? Shit, your mind was so foggy… “And you think Steve’s a bit prettier. And his ass is the best you’ve ever seen, so I get it…”

“The hell?!” you squealed in utter horror, sitting up straight as the words registered, a flash of blue, red and white flickering in the back of your mind, followed by a sharp stung in your temples. A nauseatingly strong pain resembling an intense cramp – only like ten times worse – shot up your neck as you moved so quickly, ripping a startled yelp from your throat.

A hazy image of the café you worked at blended into a picture Steve’s beautiful eyes – did this woman know your regular, your handsome flirty blond regular? –, sensation of gentle hands cradling your jaw, a sting in your neck—

“You need to be careful with how much you move. Your neck took quite a hit, they had to perform a surgery on you, you got a transfusion. They worried about your brain too. They’ve been monitoring you for four days now and this is the first time you’re awake,” your stranger explained patiently, voice full of compassion.

Your hand involuntarily rose to massage the incriminated place, still unsure of what the woman was talking about, the images in your brain confusing the hell out of you. You still had no idea who she was, but her face was starting to feel a bit familiar – you assumed that whatever had happened, she had been there too, possibly helping you.

And there was something in her green eyes, cautious yet somewhat calming, making it easy to trust her for some inexplicable reason.

“Steve’s gonna be pissed at me for missing it,” she added and grinned. “I made him leave to take care of himself before he could actually start taking roots in here. He’s been worried too. A lot.”

The amount of question marks in your head just doubled, but at the same time, your heart fluttered. Steve had visited you? Often, apparently? That was really, really sweet of him. The thought of him guarding you – and didn’t he have a physique of a bodyguard, once mentioning he was in private security when asked –, brought a dreamy smile to your face.

Perhaps it wasn’t only about flirting for him either…?

“Keep looking so lovestruck and I might forgive him that he hasn’t mention you before. Though I guess I can’t blame him, wanting to keep— anyway. I’m Natasha. Nice to meet you,” she extended her hand towards you at last and you automatically accepted it, telling her your name in return.

Even though that was probably beside the point seeing as she had been found at your bedside in a hospital.

“Hi, Natasha. Nice to meet you too… I think.”

The redhead burst out into a quiet laughter at your hesitance. “Fair enough. After Steve comes back and explains what exactly happened – because it’s not quite my place to tell you –, call me back for the good details. It’s fun to make him blush.”

Despite just only having met this woman, you decided that you kinda liked her and nodded in acceptance of her offer. Steve might be sweet – perhaps even sweet on you it seemed – but some harmless teasing could never hurt. Not when it apparently had something to do with his glorious ass.

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Here’s a thing: Steve Rogers had a lot of fight in him. Before injected with the serum or after, no matter his shirt size, no matter if he could swing his fists effectively or not, he would fight for what mattered.

His teammates and friends certainly fell into the category. The somewhat relationship he had been trying to build with you was right there with them, definitely worth fighting for.

So, after revealing his identity – an action which become inevitable at that point, really – he had a delicate confession to make and a bold question to ask in an almost shy voice. He still asked it, because he would be damned if he gave up on you.

You said yes, your confession about certain harboured feelings matching his.

You said yes, you would like to go out with him very much, because you liked him too.

And no, it wasn’t just because he owned the best backside you had ever seen. Steve Rogers was, according to you, quite memorable and worth fighting for in general too.

(Steve, over time, might have developed a bit of a love-hate relationship with the fact you were getting along with Natasha so well. It was good news and bad news at the same time, seeing as it often resulted in the two of you teaming up against him. Once again, the good news won him over… because he simply loved how easily you fit into his world and how surprisingly well he fit into yours.)

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It’s once a again a bit different from my usual writing; it’s short (like wtf me? short?) and it’s with a quote that is hard to do justice to... so I hope you liked it at leats a bit. Feedback always appreciated :-*

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hi!!!! do you think baby bucky would convert daddy Steve into the bubble bath cult?? like I can just imagine bucky showing steeb his bubble bath collection and all his bath bombs all that good stuff and eventually Steve loves having a bubble bath just as much as bucky lol. love you!!!!

Ohhhh, I bet he wasn’t much of a bath taker to begin with. He may take some randomly and for no good reason but he isn’t someone who can sit there and do nothing and enjoy it; he needs to be doing something, doesn’t want to waste that time. He’s a shower man, appreciates a super hot and long shower, but baths aren’t common occurrences. 

With Bucky in his life, this sweet little babylove, it makes it super easy to see the appeal of the bath. Bath bombs, loofahs, bubbles, oils, special soaps-- Steve had no idea this world of bath accessories existed. Bucky takes his skincare and bath/shower care (is that a thing?) very seriously, is always soft and smells somethin’ divine. Even before they get very serious Steve is always in awe of these parts of Bucky. 

The first time Steve draws a bath after making love (not even fucking, what they just did was not fucking) Bucky is pretty sure it’s the moment he falls in love with Steve. Steve reaches for bubbles that Bucky is pretty sure weren’t there the last time he spent the night, same with the soap and loofah that Steve uses after he saddles up behind Bucky in the steamy water. Steve falls a bit in love too, at holding Bucky and taking care of him, being sweet on him. 

He quickly understands why Bucky loves baths. He didn’t get it before but damn he gets it now. 😍

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@fcrmata​​ said: “First Kiss -Steeb and Buckaroo”

Kissing meme prompts || Accepting!

"Do I remember our first kiss?” He smiles as cold metal fingers run through warm blonde strands. “Yeah. I remember.”

“It was sometime in the 30′s. I snuck into your house. Again. Because you told me you weren’t feeling well. Again. So I came in through your window, and we made some space on the floor, some kinda improv pillow fort for us to lay on. And I stayed up with you, watching you draw what I told you Indiana looked like and you listened to me go on a bit about how I missed it at times.”

“Then when you finally finished, you gave it to me and...I loved it so much. I said I oughta be payin’ you for a piece like that, and then you said I could give you a get well kiss instead. Yet even though I knew you were joking...I didn’t wanna pass up the chance. So we kissed. Right then and there.”

“I ended up getting sick sometime afterwards, but did I regret it?? ...Nah. Really, I don’t think I ever will.”

#「 It's an old code Skipper I can't make it out || Asks 」 #「 BUCKY BARNES || REPLIES - MCU - EARTH 199999 」 #fcrmata