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castielific · 4 years ago

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Dean and Castiel have to hide in a closet. Shirtless. s

DESTIEL FICS:

CANON COMPLIANT:

- The Likes of You (7 220 words, PG-13, human!Cas, jealous!Dean, pining): Dean accidentally tells Cas he likes him.

- Grace my Soul (36 623 words, Explicit, coda 9x06, kidfic, angst): Castiel has been gone for sixteen months when a baby appears in the backseat of the impala.

- The list (3 981 words, PG-13, S15, Human!Cas, Domestic fluff, first kiss): Once there are no more monsters, the only thing left to fight for is happiness.

- The scars of our story (1 478 words, PG-13, Canon divergence, Human!Cas, domestic fluff, amnesiac Dean) "You never told me how you got those," Dean says, cheek resting on the back of Castiel's shoulder as he looks down at the scars between his omoplates. (...) Cas doesn't answer right away, he's fighting not to tense up as Dean touches the scars again. He can feel the ghost of his wings fluttering, trying to chase away the tingling fingers.

- What remains of us (5 721 words, AU: alternate ending, post 15x19, Memory Loss) His heart aches every time he sees a black car, a hamburger, pie, guns, plaid, a certain shade of green, old books, and so many other mundane things. Sometimes he thinks that he's come to associate the Winchesters with everything that exists. It seems that he can't escape their memory. (...) Especially when there are only a few feet away, like right now. Can be read as a prequel to "The scars of our story" or as a Stand Alone

- Idiots in love (6 625 words, Alternate ending, human!Cas, gay panic) "So, no God, no wings, no imminent apocalypse, what are your plans now?" Dean tries to make the question sound casual by taking a gulp of his beer. "I want to have sex with a man," Cas declares, nibbling at a red vine cherry twist. He barely reacts to Dean spitting his beer all over the table and choking on his sip. (..) Cas tilts his head and adds, "I may need your help with that."

- In the closet (3 265 words, Explicit, PWP) Dean and Castiel have to hide in a closet. Shirtless.

- To become Dean Winchester (series of 9 stories, Explicit, Prequel) This is a serie of stories about Dean growing up. It's based on the tvshow, but also and mostly John's Journal. It's as close to canon as I could make it

ALTERNATE UNIVERSE:.

- Out of Heaven (49 728 words,T, High-school AU) : Dean gapes for a long moment, taken aback. Who could blame him when the weird kid that sits behind him in History class, and whom he’s shared maybe two words with in the entirety of his existence asks him to have sex?

- Fancy and the Tramp (48 019 words, Explicit, AU homeless!Dean, rich!Cas, pretend relationship): (tumblr link) "Okay, let's be clear on one thing from the start. This is not a lifetime movie and I'm straight, so no falling in love, get it?"

- The Guy Next Door (61 591 words, Explicit, AU: Neighbors, SingleDad!Cas, DeanSmith, TheEnd!Cas, Kid!fic): When Dean Smith quit his job at Sandover, he had no idea what he was going to do with his life. He definitely didn't plan for his hippie neighbor and his four years old kid to make him question everything he thought he knew about himself. The neighbors to friends to lovers fic you never asked for, along with some cute baby!Jack

- Unknown Lullabies (22 497 words, Explicit, Existential Crisis) This is the story of how Jimmy Novak realizes that the right path isn't always the one people try to keep you on. The path Jimmy ends up chosing isn't any easier, but it's all his own. It's the one that leads to Jimmy becoming Castiel, to a blue house with a colorful garden, to a little boy with a terrible fashion sense, and to a green eyed asshole who's going to break Cas' heart a few times before he finally accept it. Prequel to "The Guy Next Door"

- No escape (26 165 words, Explicit, AU: Office, Hate to Love) The world is on lockdown and Dean hates his new boss almost as much as teleworking. One day, he forgets to cut his videofeed after a meeting with Mr. Novak. The story of how Sam gives an erroneous tip that causes a giant mess.

- Like clipped petunias (27 931 words, Explicit, Dark!story, prisoner/slave!Dean, coercion) At thirty-two years old, Dean is homeless, lonely and a drunk. He truly believes his life can't get any worse until he's kidnapped by a psychopathic cowboy and offered to his son for his birthday. Castiel is nothing like his violent father though, and Dean starts to wonder if life really is worse at his side than it was when he used to be alone in the streets.

- Of posters and elevators (4 218 words, Explicit, PWP, AU star!Castiel, fan!Dean Dean gets stuck in an elevator with his celebrity crush, Castiel Novak.

- After Hours (4 256 words, Explicit, PWP, AU Office) What better way for Dean to get back at his boss than to have sex on his desk? Things don't go as planned...

STEREK FICS:

CANON COMPLIANT:

- Baby one more time (14 694 words, PG-13, De-aged!Stiles, humor): Stiles is turned into a three years old. The Sheriff forces Derek to "babysit". Neither Stiles nor Derek are happy about that, but it could be worse. Maybe. Well, the jury is still out on that one.

- Carry you Home (18 285 words, PG-13, angst, depressed!Derek): "Derek lets himself fall on his back, breath short, heart beating fast. He can feel the Wolf in him, purring in satisfaction and contentment. Asking for more. It wants him to turn and touch, to never stop touching. Instead, Derek squeezes his hands into fists and closes his eyes, trying to push it back, this need, this instinct screaming for his mate. For Stiles."

- But she’s the Devil in disguise (3 334 words, PG-13, Jealous!Stiles): “Derek’s girlfriend is not eating babies, Stiles,” Scott reprimands.

- Wind me up and watch me go (1 625 words, PG-13, wet!Stiles, humor): When Derek declared his intentions to renovate the Hale house, no one was more enthusiastic and willing to help than Stiles. Derek knew right away that Stiles on a construction site could only end in a disaster…and probably a trip to the hospital.He wasn’t exactly wrong, although there is less blood and mayhem that he would have thought in the end.

ALTERNATE UNIVERSE

- After You (60 900 words, PG-13, hunter!Stiles): When Derek Hale - one of the only survivors of the family responsible for his mother’s death - comes back to Beacon Hills, Stiles decides to avenge his mom's death and prove to Chris Argent that he has what it takes to become a great hunter. He just wishes that there was a Wikipedia article on how to catch a werewolf. Or how Stiles fails at being a hunter and may have a massive crush on his prey.

- Frozen Inside (18 906 words, Mature, WIP, wolf!Derek): Orphan and homeless, Stiles finds himself with nothing to look forward to but a life with a beast that seems to think he's its mate.

#myfics #destiel fic #deancas fic #destiel #deancas #dean/cas #sterek #sterek fic #ao3 link #destiel ao3 #sterek ao3 #spn fic #teen wolf fic #derek/stiles #castielific #castielificfic

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a-book-dragon · 4 years ago

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A.2.17 Aren’t most people too stupid for a free society to work?

- Anarchy Works, FAQ

We are sorry to have to include this question in an anarchist FAQ, but we know that many political ideologies explicitly assume that ordinary people are too stupid to be able to manage their own lives and run society. All aspects of the capitalist political agenda, from Left to Right, contain people who make this claim.

Be it Leninists, fascists, Fabians or Objectivists, it is assumed that only a select few are creative and intelligent and that these people should govern others.Usually, this elitism is masked by fine, flowing rhetoric about “freedom,” “democracy” and other platitudes with which the ideologues attempt to dull people’s critical thought by telling them what they want to hear.It is, of course, also no surprise that those who believe in “natural” elites always class them-selves at the top. We have yet to discover an “objectivist”, for example, who considers themselves part of the great mass of “second-handers” (it is always amusing to hear people who simply par-rot the ideas of Ayn Rand dismissing other people so!) or who will be a toilet cleaner in the unknown “ideal” of “real” capitalism.

Everybody reading an elitist text will consider him or her-self to be part of the “select few.” It’s “natural” in an elitist society to consider elites to be natural and yourself a potential member of one!Examination of history shows that there is a basic elitist ideology which has been the essential rationalisation of all states and ruling classes since their emergence at the beginning of the Bronze Age

(“if the legacy of domination had had any broader purpose than the support of hierarchical and class interests, it has been the attemp to exorcise the belief in public competence from social discourse itself.”[Bookchin,The Ecology of Freedom, p. 206]).

This ideology merely changes its outer garments, not its basic inner content over time.

During the Dark Ages, for example, it was coloured by Christianity, being adapted to the needs of the Church hierarchy. The most useful “divinely revealed” dogma to the priestly elite was“original sin”: the notion that human beings are basically depraved and incompetent creatures who need “direction from above,” with priests as the conveniently necessary mediators between ordinary humans and “God.” The idea that average people are basically stupid and thus incapable of governing themselves is a carry over from this doctrine, a relic of the Dark Ages.

In reply to all those who claim that most people are “second-handers” or cannot develop any-thing more than “trade union consciousness,” all we can say is that it is an absurdity that cannot withstand even a superficial look at history, particularly the labour movement. The creative powers of those struggling for freedom is often truly amazing, and if this intellectual power and inspiration is not seen in “normal” society, this is the clearest indictment possible of the deadening effects of hierarchy and the conformity produced by authority. (See also section B.1 for more on the effects of hierarchy). As Bob Black points outs:

“You are what you do. If you do boring, stupid, monotonous work, chances are you’ll end up boring, stupid, and monotonous. Work is a much better explanation for the creep-ing cretinisation all around us than even such significant moronising mechanisms astelevision and education. People who are regimented all their lives, handed to workfrom school and bracketed by the family in the beginning and the nursing home in theend, are habituated to hierarchy and psychologically enslaved. Their aptitude for auton-omy is so atrophied that their fear of freedom is among their few rationally groundedphobias. Their obedience training at work carries over into the familiestheystart, thusreproducing the system in more ways than one, and into politics, culture and everythingelse. Once you drain the vitality from people at work, they’ll likely submit to hierarchyand expertise in everything. They’re used to it.”[The Abolition of Work and other essays, pp. 21–2]92

When elitists try to conceive of liberation, they can only think of it beinggivento the oppressed by kind (for Leninists) or stupid (for Objectivists) elites. It is hardly surprising, then, that it fails. Only self-liberation can produce a free society. The crushing and distorting effects of authority can only be overcome by self-activity. The few examples of such self-liberation prove that most people, once considered incapable of freedom by others, are more than up for the task.Those who proclaim their “superiority” often do so out of fear that their authority and power will be destroyed once people free themselves from the debilitating hands of authority and come to realise that, in the words of Max Stirner,“the great are great only because we are on our knees. Let us rise”

As Emma Goldman remarks about women’s equality,“[t]he extraordinary achievements of women in every walk of life have silenced forever the loose talk of women’s inferiority. Those who still cling to this fetish do so because they hate nothing so much as to see their authority challenged.This is the characteristic of all authority, whether the master over his economic slaves or man over women. However, everywhere woman is escaping her cage, everywhere she is going ahead with free,large strides.”[Vision on Fire, p. 256]

The same comments are applicable, for example, to thevery successful experiments in workers’ self-management during the Spanish Revolution.Then, of course, the notion that people are too stupid for anarchism to work also backfires on those who argue it.

Take, for example, those who use this argument to advocate democratic government rather than anarchy. Democracy, as Luigi Galleani noted, means “acknowledging the right and the competence of the people to select their rulers.”

However,“whoever has the political competence to choose his [or her] own rulers is, by implication, also competent to do without them,especially when the causes of economic enmity are uprooted.”[The End of Anarchism?, p. 37]

Thus the argument for democracy against anarchism undermines itself, for “if you consider these worthy electors as unable to look after their own interests themselves, how is it that they know howto choose for themselves the shepherds who must guide them? And how will they be able to solve this problem of social alchemy, of producing the election of a genius from the votes of a mass of fools?”[Malatesta,Anarchy, pp. 53–4]

As for those who consider dictatorship as the solution to human stupidity, the question arises why are these dictators immune to this apparently universal human trait? And, as Malatesta noted,“who are the best? And who will recognise these qualities in them?”[Op. Cit., p. 53]

If they impose themselves on the “stupid” masses, why assume they will not exploit and oppress the many for their own benefit? Or, for that matter, that they are any more intelligent than the masses? The history of dictatorial and monarchical government suggests a clear answer to those questions.

A similar argument applies for other non-democratic systems, such as those based on limited suffrage. For example, the Lockean (i.e. classical liberal or right-wing libertarian) ideal of a state based on the rule of property owners is doomed to be little more than a regime which oppresses the majority to maintain the power and privilege of the wealthy few.

Equally, the idea of near universal stupidity bar an elite of capitalists (the “objectivist” vision) implies a system somewhat less ideal than the perfect system presented in the literature. This is because most people would tolerate oppressive bosses who treat them as means to an end rather than an end in themselves. For how can you expect people to recognise and pursue their own self-interest if you consider them fundamentally as the“uncivilised hordes”? You cannot have it both ways and the“unknown ideal”of pure capitalism would be as grubby, oppressive and alienating as “actually existing” capitalism.

As such, anarchists are firmly convinced that arguments against anarchy based on the lack of ability of the mass of people are inherently self-contradictory (when not blatantly self-servicing). If people are too stupid for anarchism then they are too stupid for any system you care to mention.

Ultimately, anarchists argue that such a perspective simply reflects the servile mentality produced by a hierarchical society rather than a genuine analysis of humanity and our history as a species. To quote Rousseau:“when I see multitudes of entirely naked savages scorn European voluptuousness and endure hunger, fire, the sword, and death to preserve only their independence, I feel that it does not behove slaves to reason about freedom.”[quoted by Noam Chomsky,Marxism, Anarchism, and Alternative Futures, p. 780]

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botanicalbarnes · 6 years ago

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Annoying

Prompt/box filled: Accepted Apology for @goodthingshappenbingo, “If you weren’t so goddamn annoying I would kiss you right now” - “Well if you weren’t such a pain in the ass…. Wait what?” for @until-theend-oftheline, and “Because I love you, you idiot.” for @laureharrier + @tommyparkerr ‘s writing challenge.

pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Language and shitty writing as per usual

word count:2130

Summary: Basically Chris and the reader get cast as opposite rolls in a movie and stuff comes out.

A/N: This is for ( @until-theend-oftheline ) Kari’s Marvelous 2K Challenge, and for soph + aub’s writing challenge ( @laureharrier + @tommyparkerr).

**Not my gif**

The whole thing started three years ago. You were at a party, (not unusual for you) when you met him. Of course, you’d known all about him, what he showed to the world that is. Things aren’t always as they appear. You’d learned that lesson the hard way.

You knew his type, you’d fallen for someone like him before. Seemingly wonderful, sweet, honest, undoubtedly charismatic and undeniably good looking. Ever since you had your heart broken you tried not to get too attached. Especially to someone like Chris Evans. You knew if you gave it to him, he could take your heart in his hands and break it at any moment. You just couldn’t trust yourself. No, not couldn’t; wouldn’t.

After spending just a couple hours around him, you knew you shouldn’t let your feelings fly free. You barely knew the guy, but how could you not be into him. Maybe, you thought, you could annoy him just enough to make him lose interest.

So that’s what you did. You annoyed him to no end, and he, in turn, did the same. Some point along the line, you forgot your small rivalry had a point to it, messing with him became like second nature. That didn’t stop you from catching feelings along the way like though.

But, it wouldn’t have made a difference. You thought Chris hated you, surely. You had not only gotten him to lose interest but also reciprocate your endless teasing, slightly bitter, and frankly annoying behavior. You wouldn’t lie and say that that didn’t bother you at least a bit, but you had buried yourself this far in; you’d practically asked for this. No going back now.

“Evans,” You said as you saw him walking opposite you, “What are you doing here?” You knew you might see some other actor here today, but you didn’t expect Chris to be them. Or, more so, you hoped it wouldn’t be. In truth, you knew why he was here. You had auditioned for the leading role in a romance movie, and to your surprise, you got it. Your old friend and director Lindsey had asked you to meet with her today to further discuss and hang out a bit.

She also mentioned that the actor playing your male counterpart would be meeting her as well, and you might run into each other. But really? Of all people, fate decided on him?

“You know exactly what I’m doing here,” He said smugly, “I got the part. Lindsey told me you got lead. You sure you’re up to it?”

“Of course.” You replied swiftly, “Are you? I wouldn’t blame you if you aren’t.”

“You know I am. How could I possibly not be ready to act the shit out of this with you sharing my stage.”

You scoffed and laughed humorlessly. “Oh? Your stage is it? Sorry, if I wasn’t aware. You see, my character is the lead, I have more screen time and scenes, my name is at the top of every cast list.” You looked into his eyes and quirked your brow, “Above yours if I’m correct. Which I am.”

Chris said nothing and you knew you had more or less won the brief bout. “Ii should go. Wouldn’t want to keep Lindsey waiting.” With a smirk, you turned on your heel and walked away with your head held high.

“Y/N!” Lindsey exclaimed as you walked into her office. “You seem chipper this morning. Oh, did you run into Chris on your way in? He left just a bit ago.”

“Yeah, I did actually. Why didn’t you tell me he was being cast?”

“Oh, you know me… Must’ve forgotten.” Her voice was dismissive and she smirked knowingly to herself for a moment. You rolled your eyes and tried to redirect the conversation.

“Whatever. So,” She smiled brightly already knowing what you were going to say. “I brought you food. You did say ‘let’s do brunch’ and that usually means bring food or let's go out. I don’t feel like going out, hence the food.” Your friend burst from her chair eagerly to get the large bag in your hand.

You let her lay everything out while you got comfortable in the chair across the desk. “Remember, you called me here on business Lindsey.”

“Right right right okay. So here, is your script,” She slipped a packet across the desk to you. “I know you kind of walked into this blind… Set in San Fran, where most of the filming will take place. Your character is Nicole, and Chris’s is David. Umm, I’m not sure how many scenes you’ll have to kiss him in, but I do know, that there is a sex scene that will most likely be in parts and such. For now, I think that’s all I can really say before you read the script. Besides, it’ll seem more complicated if I start explaining with all the details though. Plus, I’m hungry so I’ll stop talking now.”

You smiled and nodded before starting to eat.

So far, filming had gone by without a hitch. But now, as you stood in the dressing room in only a towel and ‘decency patches’ to cover your bits, your heart raced and you could practically hear it in your ears. You’d be filming the sex scene and the ones leading up to it. A knock on the door broke your trance and you walked to open it. Lindsey stood on the other side, “Everyone’s ready to start. Even Chris is all set to start. Let’s go, I know you're nervous but we’re going to do it sooner or later; might as well be now.” You breathed in, and out, then turned, smiled at Lindsey and walked out with her trailing behind. You tried to look confident and prepared but that’s probably not how it looked.

“Okay people! Places! Chris, outside the door. Y/N, bathroom set. Someone check everything one last time!”

You went over to your place and waited for your moment. You heard the call to action and stood under the water for a minute, closing your eyes and running your hands through your hair before turning off the water. You stepped out and started drying your hair when the doorbell sound went off. Quickly you wrapped the towel around yourself and walked through the set to the door.

‘This is it’, you said to yourself. ‘Breathe.’

You opened the door slightly and peeked your head out while keeping your body almost hidden behind the door. “David? W-what are y-you doing here? You shouldn’t be here, it’s cold and late.” He acted out-of-breath and he stepped forward towards you.

“I had to see you. I know last time we talked it… well, I overreacted and I needed to tell you that I’m sorry. And I know that’s not worth much but I gotta’ say it anyway. I am a clueless asshole sometimes and I’m sorry you had to be at the receiving end. It is so hard not to fall in love with you. There I said it. I love you. And it fucked me up to know you’re mad at me and that I wouldn’t be able to talk to you or hear your voice all the time because if it. Even though it hasn’t even been that long, you make me better and you’re it for me. Perfect.” He was directly in front of you now, his eyes were staring into yours and you felt that you could never look away.

You bring your hands up to pull his face down to yours just enough to kiss. Your hands were shaking, but not enough that the camera could pick up on it. You kissed him deeply but it felt awkward to you and you knew Chris felt the same, even if it looked good on camera.

You walked backward, still kissing and holding him. You didn’t want to stop but at the same time, there was nothing you wanted to do more than let go. Chris led you towards the bed and laid you down on it slowly. At this point, your towel was gone and he stood taking his shirt off in front of you. Once it was off he started making his way to you. Before he got very far, you were already pushing him off and making your way out of the room. You don’t know what came over you. It was just a scene, but it felt wrong for some reason. You sat on the couch, head in your hands.

The sound of the door opening and closing abruptly rung in your ears but you didn’t dare look up, knowing it was probably Lindsey anyway. “Y/N? What the fuck is going on with you?” Your head shot up at the sound of his voice. “Are you okay? Or is the image of me shirtless just too much for you to handle?”

“Would you just shut up? Just take your ego and your dumb comments and shove them up your ass! I’m tired of you being such an arrogant dick!” Now you were standing, speaking loudly but not quite yelling yet.

“Jesus Y/N, If you weren’t so goddamn annoying I would kiss you right now.” He ran a hand through his hair and stared at you wide-eyed.

“Well if you weren’t such a pain in the ass…. Wait what?” You caught up and realized what he said. Now you were wide-eyed too, mouth gaping. You had no idea what to possibly say in return. “What, w-what do you mean?”

His voice was low and shy, “I-I don’t know, you're hot when you're mad. And I guess I’ve wanted to for a while.” He couldn’t bring himself to meet your eyes. ‘No use hiding it now’ he thought.

“I thought you hated me. I-I don’t understand.” The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

“I’ve never hated you. I get why you might think that though. I, I thought you hated ME.” You shook your head and waited for him to continue. “I thought you were seeing someone when we met and I only found out a while later that you actually weren’t. I really liked you the first time we talked but since I thought that, and I thought you hated me… well, I didn’t want to get attached. It was kind of impossible not to run into you though. Nothing stopped me from catching feelings though.”

“Then, then w-why did you not say anything? Or like, why were you so such an asshole all the time to me?”

“Because I love you, you idiot.” You stared at him blankly in disbelief. Half of you was yelling at you to kiss him, the other half was yelling at you to demand an explanation. You went with the latter.

“WHAT? Chris, I swear to God that makes no sense what so ever!”

“Well, It’s the truth. I, well I thought that if I made you hate me and I was a dick that I wouldn’t catch feelings. That it’d be easier to hate you. But I could never hate you. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking. I’m sorry Y/N.” He was looking at the floor now and you just couldn’t take your eyes off him, not sure what to do or say next.

“Oh what the hell.” You said with a sigh. You walked up to him, tilted his head up slightly so he was looking at you again, and kissed him slowly for just a few seconds. “It’s okay. I forgive you. It’s my fault too. And, for what it’s worth, I love you too.” Your hands found the nape of his neck and brought his face closer again to kiss him. His large hands made their way to your waist and he held you close and tight. You kissed deeply and passionately, lips moving rhythmically together.

You were so entranced in the man before you that you didn’t notice the door opening or the gasp and giggles that followed. You only parted when the giggles turned to small but loud squeals. “EEK! Okokok! We NEED to redo that WHOLE scene now because WOW this is fucking perfect! Just hurry up and get back to set!” Your hands were on his shoulders and your face was buried in his chest, blush consuming you. He maintained his position and chortled deeply.

“Guess we gotta go act like we’re having sex now. But trust me, We’re not done here yet.” With a smirk, he dropped his arms to his sides and walked out of your trailer. You felt your cheeks still hot and red, before rushing out behind him.

No, you certainly weren’t done yet.

Thanks for reading! Like/Reblog if you liked it! Feedback is always welcome!

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jewels2876 · 6 years ago

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Sweet Success

Filling a few Bingo squares with this series - I hope everyone enjoys this!

Square filled: Bakery AU - @star-spangled-bingo

Square filled: Who Can Sell More at A Bake Sale - @marvelfluffbingo

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, kids Isabella and Rebecca and James

Word Count: 1337

Warnings for this chapter: fluff,

Pics used are not mine!

Chapter One - The Announcement

Isabella stood at your side, watching as you gently laid the fondant over the chocolate cake. You grabbed your smoother and glided it, laying the fondant flat as you removed any annoying hidden bubbles. You mentally patted yourself on the back for the light pink fondant you had created & dyed yourself. While you had been baking most of your life, it was only in the last few years since your husband’s death that you had turned your love of sweets into your own home business. It allowed you to stay home with your girls, Isabella and Rebecca, while still having an income. Of course, business hadn’t always been easy, especially when you had to deal with the baker to the stars, the one and only Steve Rogers.

“Mom, do you think you could teach me how to bake?” Isabella asked as you used an X-Acto knife to cut the fondant away from the bottom of the cake. “It looks like fun.”

You turned a smile to your eldest daughter. Isabella looked so much like her dad; it stole your breath from time to time. The dark hair with the bright blue-grey eyes, his eyes, staring at you with wonder. “Sure! But how about this weekend, when I don’t have a three tiered, chocolate-mocha layered perfection that a current bridezilla demanded?” You chuckled at your own description.

“Awesome!” Isabella pulled up a drawing pad and pencil, opening to the first blank page. “Then we can enter it in the school’s bake sale!”

You turned a sharp glance to your daughter. “What bake sale?”

Rebecca entered and slapped down a bright yellow flyer. “This one! James has been telling everyone at school how he and his dad will be the talk of the town.” Rebecca poked her tongue out at her sister and ran off. You shook your head; if Isabella looked like her dad then Rebecca acted like him, all sass and attitude hiding a big soft teddy bear beneath.

You picked up the flyer and noticed the details for next Friday during the girls’ lunch hour. You considered your current workload and smiled. “Ok Isabella, do you want to do cookies or cupcakes for this?”

Isabella’s eyes widened and she broke into a huge grin. She threw her arms around you in a big hug. “Thank you mom! Can we do cupcakes? And you can teach me how to use a piping bag with the tips? And we can make them all colorful and sparkly?”

Your smile softened at your daughter’s excitement. “I’m not sure about sparkly just yet, but we can do all of those other things! Why don’t you think of a theme or color scheme you want to do? We’ll shop this weekend. You may also want to think about flavors before you consider colors.”

Isabella seemed to be half-listening as she started doodling in her pad. You rolled your eyes with a grin and rolled out the white fondant to start covering your second cake layer.

Steve stared into the distance instead of at the yellow flyer James had handed him. Of course, James had waited until he was on the phone to give it to him. Tony Stark was busy explaining to Steve his vision for the party he was throwing, and the ideas for the cake he wanted were sophisticated and RED. He had rolled his eyes at the request but since he was on the phone with the man himself, he assured his client he was up for the job.

“I’m counting on you, you know,” Tony had said before ending the call. “People are so gaga over you; you need to deliver perfection.” The line had gone dead and he stared at his cell phone wondering what he had gotten himself into now.

“Dad, I don’t think you should do the bake sale this year. Rebecca has been bragging about her mom’s skills all year.” Steve tuned out his son as he considered design options in his head for Tony’s upcoming gala. “Dad. Dad,” James waved a hand in front of his face. “Dad!”

“Sorry! What? Yeah I can do the bake sale again this year; what did I do last year?”

“No, Dad, I don’t think you should do it. You’ve got this big project.”

“Nonsense! Let’s do some good old-fashioned cupcakes and knock ‘em dead!”

The grocery store was packed but you, Isabella, and Rebecca were an efficient team. Rebecca had just run off to grab some confectioner’s sugar while you and Isabella talked flavors. “Mom, I want to do chocolate cupcakes. But can we do different flavor icings?”

You reached out to check the prices on the peanut butter; you had a few ideas but wanted to see what Isabella had in mind. “That sounds like a good plan! It will help keep things simple. What flavors are you thinking?”

Isabella thought for a moment. “Definitely peanut butter! Strawberry. Um… vanilla?”

You chuckled. “I’m with you on the peanut butter! Depending on how chocolaty you want the actual cake, strawberry could be good as well. Vanilla is safe, but also a good choice. What would you think about a mocha-flavored icing? Or caramel?” Your most recent job had received rave reviews; the bridezilla had been over the moon with your chocolate-mocha creation and promised tons of referrals.

A cart careened into yours with a thud. You looked up to see your business rival trying to reach around you. “Can I help you?”

He turned to you as if in a daze. “Thanks but I’ve…Hi.” Steve belatedly registered your cart in his way before noticing it was you. “Y/n Barnes. I’ve been hearing a lot about you lately.”

You stared at the towering blond. Despite the business rivalry, you mentally acknowledged he was an attractive man. You compared him immediately to your late husband: Steve’s eyes were a clearer, brighter blue, but his face was fiercely stoic. Bucky’s smile had always brightened a room; your eyes prickled with tears with the memory, which you quickly brushed away with a finger. Steve would be hot if he would just smile, you thought.

“Mom!” Isabella broke your short reverie. “He just took the last of the peanut butter!” Isabella tried to grab a jar from James’s hands.

“We’ll be ok Isabella. We have plenty of other flavors to make,” you added with a slight tilt of your head. Steve still seemed a bit dazed, while James studied your cart in detail.

“Mocha? Gross! No one these days like coffee,” James smirked at Isabella. “I’m so going to kick your butt at the bake sale.”

Steve finally seemed to come around, taking stock of their own cart. “I think we have everything we need. Come on James, let’s go.” James gave Isabella one more smirk as the two left.

“James is so annoying,” Isabella sighed. “Mom, are you ok? You kind of spaced out there.”

“Yeah, sorry honey. I guess I was a little distracted.” You sighed at the empty display of peanut butter. “James seems a bit competitive.”

Isabella giggled at your honest comment. “He’s SO competitive Mom! You should see him at school; he and his friends are always racing around beating each other to class. And when they’re playing basketball they have to act like… like…”

“LeBron?” you teased.

“Yeah! They are such dorks,” Isabella rolled her eyes.

You chuckled at your daughter. Seems she paid more attention to James and his friends than she cared to admit. You wondered if maybe the two were secretly crushing on each other. You pushed the thought aside as you considered her reaction to the peanut butter instead.

“Izzy, is peanut butter that important to you?”

“I don’t know? I just thought it would be cool to have it, with actual peanut butter M&Ms, or maybe Reese’s Pieces, sprinkled on top,” she said. Your stomach growled at that moment.

Rebecca came back with five bags of sugar and laughed. “Hungry Mom?”

You laughed along with your girls. “Always.”

To be continued!

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mywinterwitchheart · 6 years ago

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New Winterwitch Blog

Welcome to MyWinterwitchHeart; a new blog dedicated to all things Wanda Maximoff and Bucky Barnes. Stay tuned and here you’ll soon find all the Winterwitch content that your heart could ever want such as gif sets, fanfiction, edits, art, and much more!

This blog is here so fans of Winterwitch can find all the content in one place, especially older fan works that can get lost in the tags. There will be a tagging system to sort out the different kinds of content. I will be tracking #mywinterwitchheart for any new content you make to share here and if any posts are missed then just tag the blog or send it in as a message and it will be shared.

Reblogs to signal boost would be appreciated. Thank you, and I hope you all enjoy this blog.

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the-canary · 6 years ago

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Don’t Think Twice - S.R (5/10)

Summary: Neither of you thought there were things the other was so afraid of. (Enhanced!Reader/Steve Rogers).

Prompt: Vertigo - sensation of whirling and loss of balance, associated particularly with looking down from a great height; giddiness

A/N: This is for @until-theend-oftheline ‘s beautiful words challenge. i’m sorry if this is annoying, but i had an idea to expand and give the main character more development and interaction with the Avengers, so this is getting to be a longer story! I hope you look forward to it.

Feedback is always welcomed.

You feel something akin to horror at all the pictures laid in front of you. Victor has a hand over his face to cover his expression, but you sure he feels the same. Body parts and tubes connected together but disintegrating because there is something missing -- because they are perfect like you.

“Is someone trying to remake me?” you let out in a shallow breathe as Victor look at you, but you aren’t looking at him -- you keep looking at all the pictures that the team, the agents that had found and still worked together, had send to the two of you and Hill.

The question was why though. What did anybody get creating something like you? A being that could barely like, much less interaction would other human beings or living things -- you were meant for destruction in the way that your metal blood work. It wasn’t meant for anything else.

That wave of familiar dizziness starts to set in with your anger as you can hear the blood sizzle and boil in your ears, you want to feel so many things towards the situations but it always ends up the same -- you can’t.

Attempt after failed attempt --like the doctor had tried 99 times and more so to create someone like you-- but you always ended up feeling nauseous until you need to sit down. That alongside with how you could barely control your powers, what were you any good for then?

“No,” Victor’s voice tries to calm you down, as you meet with pitiful state in your direction, “This doesn’t look like they were trying to remake you.”

“Then what?” your voice wavers for just a moment.

“This, whatever it is, looks like a predecessor,” Victor sighs out before letting out a sigh, unsure of where this is going to go next.

You try your hardest not to let the metal rot you down your very core -- it would mean one less monster in the word anyways.

It takes Steve a good while to go over the report that Maria had give him. It not only held more information about you, but also the being that a S.H.I.E.L.D team that found related to the same doctor that had created you. It seemed like the serum had been a “motivator” for whatever had helped create you and this new being that seemed to have your healing abilities and potential strength --that Steve had seen come out from time time in training-- and it just caused him to shake his head.

A coldness settling over him at the thought that even with everything, Erskine’s serum was still being hunted down for something that was only perfected once and even then Steve had his own person problems in the aftermath of it all, though nobody really knew that.

“Did you already show her this?” Steve asks, as Maria’s eyes glance over the file in front of her. A mild look of annoyance escapes her before Steve sees it disappear in a flash.

“The leader of the team has a personal relationship with her and Dr. Morris,” Maria states with a frown, “He promised always send any date in regards to her background straight away, even I can’t stop him.”

“I see,” is all Steve can say as he stares at the picture of the being in a tank -- hundreds with the same face, though they were never meant to be alive, clear failures whatever you were meant to be.

“Where is he now?”

“We don’t know. He ran after the initial attack.”

Steve can’t help but wonder how you would feel about all this, as he closes the folder and takes it with him. He finds out later on when you refuse to keep up with the training, refuse to come out the lab at all actually.

It’s several missions afterwards, weeks after finding out that there is something else made in some twisted image of the serum and whatever you were meant to be, that Steve finally gets to see you. His bones are aching (the cough and pain are always there, he feels it too deeply before his body starts to heal itself once more) and he hasn’t been able to sleep due to the adrenaline that is still rushing through his veins and the paperworks that needed to be completed. Between ripping open gym bags and finishing reports, Steve found you in one of the hallways.

However, this time there it no Stark Pad or trying to learn of the world but instead you are gazing as your legs -- bared and filled with marks that have healed over and over again. Rough patches of skin and if he looked close enough, some are mismatched against major joints and larger areas -- a telltale sign of how you came to be. He is as quiet as he can be, but you still manage to hear or made see his figure against the moonlight of the large windows.

“Hello,” you state without any tone of emotion in your voice as you are at him. Steve stops and looks at you before moving closer, it was a little odd that you were reaching out to him (it was usually the other way around) but he wouldn’t let it go, especially with that lost look on your face.

“Hey,” he states just above a whisper as he leans down and takes a seat next to you, “How have you been?”

“I’m--” you start off before stopping and thinking. Steve waits, as you shake your head, “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not,” Steve answers back without missing a beat because he can feel it -- that fire underneath your skin burning stronger than usual. Steve has been starting to think that it might be due to whatever serum imitation that might be running in your veins, but he won’t say anything for now.

You frown at his answer before looking at your hand. Steve waits, willing to lend an ear like he did with the rest of the Avengers when he could (usually Wanda and Nat) because he was sure as hell he considered you a friend now, even if you weren’t too sure about anything.

“I’m fine,” you repeat before adding in, “I have to be fine.”

“Not all the time,” Steve repeats softly, as if trying to get you to understand, but you were frozen emotionally -- had been for a long time, “It’s okay to feel and reach out to others sometimes.”

“No,” you answer back, confused of where this could be going and what the hell Steve is trying to tell you. You couldn’t feel -- you knew what would happened, “I can’t. You don’t get it.”

You raise your voice just a little and that’s when it happens. There is a bubbling notion at the confusion, anger and sadness that you have been feeling for a long time. It was at the center of the jewel and though you weren’t sure why it was happening, you were sure that Steve pushing you to feel --since you had meet him all those months ago-- was one of the leading reasons why the room was spinning. You swear you hear Steve’s voice calling out your name, but you won’t have it anymore.

“Please stop.”

You swear you hear your voice as you feel something on your shoulder. There’s a tightening in your chest, as the jewels and rocks beginning to glow for a brief second -- you end up feeling like you need to throw up. You’re getting dizzier, but you still feel someone trying to pick you up and then you smell it -- the burning of skin touching yours. You yelp out in realization, but Steve’s strength manages to push you to lean against his shoulder. You start murmuring nonsense as Steve starts walking down to the lab houses you.

It’s towards the end that you finally manage to say it.

“I’m a monster,” you cry out pathetically in his arms, “Please stop trying to help me!”

You let out a sob before passing out completely, leaving Steve to wonder how long you had been having these thoughts and what had your state on mind been. However, before he can do anything about it, blue eyes end up meeting green one as a man with shaggy brown hair asks him kindly to bring you inside.

He ends up looking at his burned shirt and hand (though it heals after a day) for quite some time afterwards.

#mcu beautiful words challenge #steve rogers x reader #Steve Rogers #steve grant rogers x reader #steve grant rogers #steve rogers angst #steve rogers au #steve rogers fic #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers fan fic #steve rogers fanfiction #fabiola trying to write #series: think twice

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sweetness47 · 6 years ago

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A Magical Night

Pairing Sebastian Stan x reader

This is for Kari’s MCU Summer Challenge hosted by @until-theend-oftheline

Prompt: Camping

Final word count: 878

Warnings: fluff, flirting, teasing, some language, suggestive future smut

Summary: Why go camping alone, when you can spend your trip with a complete stranger instead?

YN set up her tent and stood back to stretch. Thunder rumbled in the distance, reminding her she still had the sunroom attachment to put in place, plus she still had to make a fire to cook some food for herself. Her fingers worked swiftly, maneuvering poles and ropes, desperate to finish.

Finally, everything was up and sturdy. YN set about getting a fire going, then pulled out some smokies to roast over the open flames. As she cooked the wieners, she watched a camper pull into the stall next to hers. Her eyes widened as she took in the well-defined, chiseled torso that emerged from the truck. Damn, she thought, that is one fine piece of man.

The afternoon wore on, and as predicted, the storm came. It started light, barely a drizzle, but it quickly escalated as winds picked up and clouds grew darker. YN turned on her radio for weather updates, and discovered severe thunderstorm warnings, along with tornado warnings. “Wonderful,” She said to herself, “of all the weekends to go camping, I had to pick this one.”

Fuck!

Wind whipped her sunroom nearly off its poles. YN immediately grabbed sand and doused the fire, then tightened the ropes on the tent and the sunroom. She made sure the rain tarp was tight as well, before retreating to her shelter.

A few minutes later, she heard footsteps outside, then a voice called out from outside her tent.

“Hello? Miss? You wouldn’t happen to have any batteries? And maybe some sugar? I completely forgot to bring batteries for my radio, and I also forgot the sugar for my coffee and tea.”

YN opened the tent, and found the most beautiful set of blue eyes staring back at her. “Yeah, I mean, I have sugar. I also have some batteries. What type did you need?”

“C.” he answered.

“Well, you came to the right tent then.” She said as she grabbed the container of sugar, and a pack of C batteries.

He smiled. “Thanks. Would you like to join me? I promise, I don’t bite, well, not unless you ask.” He winked.

YN giggled. “Sure, although I’m afraid I can’t promise the same. Especially if I’m presented with something truly irresistible.”

His deep laughter made her insides turn to mush. She grabbed her shoes and coat, then crawled out, making sure to close the zipper behind her. The two ran across the site, scrambling to get inside the dry but roomy trailer. She shook off what she could of the excess water, then hung up her jacket and removed her wet footwear. As she turned around, her jaw dropped to the ground, realizing that the man standing before her was none other than Sebastian Stan!

“Holy shit!” she slipped, instantly bringing her hand to her mouth. “Sorry.”

Seb grinned at her reaction. “No apology necessary.” He set about making tea. “So, since you know who I am, I think it’s only fair that I get to know your name.”

“YN.” She extended her hand. “Nice to meet you.”

He took her hand in his, electricity surging between them as they touched. “Likewise.” He answered, then poured her a mug of tea. Peppermint greeted her nostrils, and she couldn’t help but smile. Seb looked out the window. “Doesn’t look like this storm is letting up anytime soon. You’re welcome to stay until it lets up.” He paused. “Unless you have company coming.”

YN blushed as she stared at the actor. “Um, I don’t have a significant other, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Sort of. I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable. I’m not usually nervous or tongue-tied.” He sat across from her and put a spoonful of sugar in his tea. “YN, I don’t do the one-night stand as a general rule, but I have to confess, I really like you. Yeah, I know we just met, but I’m pretty sure I had an honest-to-God epiphany when I first saw you.”

YN’s face turned crimson. “I’m no one special.”

Seb took her hand again, and that same spark that passed between them surged once more. “You’re special to me.”

She lowered her lashes as heat continued to creep up her face. “Thanks? Um, what exactly did you put in your tea? Cuz I’m pretty sure you’re drunk.”

The trailer shook as he roared with genuine amusement. “The only thing I’m drunk on is you.”

He leaned across the small table to kiss her, gently, his lips pressing to hers. “Well, after that confession, followed by that kiss, I think I will take you up on your offer. I’d love to keep you company for as long as you want me to.”

He stood then, pulling her with him, his lips once more seeking hers. YN moaned as his tongue probed, and her lips parted, inviting him inside.

“In that case, how about forever.”

He picked her up and moved to the waiting bed, the rain and thunder forgotten, lost in each other.

And they never looked back.

#kari's summer writing challenge #sebastian stan x reader

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botanicalbarnes · 6 years ago

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Gone Too Long

Prompt/box filled: “Obviously I’ve been gone for way too long. You managed to kill all the houseplants” for @until-theend-oftheline , Married for @goodthingshappenbingo , and Old Married Couple for @buckybarnesbingo

Fandom: Marvel

pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Nuthin but fluff

word count: About 1200

Summary: Being Bucky’s wife is tough sometimes. Especially when you’re apart.

A/N: Let’s just ignore the last few minutes of endgame ever happened. I’m not writing with spoilers so if you haven’t seen Endgame, you’re good. Also, sorry that this is short! I’ve been so busy lately!

This is for ( @until-theend-oftheline ) Kari’s Marvelous 2K Challenge! Congrats on 2k!

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You were so over all the gunshots, bruises, bloodstains, and your mission in general that occupied the last month and a half of your life. At this point, all you wanted was to go home. Get the mission done and go home. To your husband. Lord knows he can’t cook too well and his cleaning skills are not the greatest. Surely everyone was helping him out but how could you not worry?

Even after three years of marriage, plus the time you’d only been dating, you still weren’t used to having to leave all the time. And sometimes, if it wasn’t you leaving, it was Bucky. Lately, you’d both gotten missions less and less frequently. They were still not uncommon but you’d gotten so much more time with Bucky without interruption.

Hopefully, you could get this mission done and over with soon. This mission had lasted a bit longer than what they normally did. You were so close to catching the target though. You could feel it.

“Y/N? Doll? You there?” Bucky’s voice came from the phone. The little spare time you had, you tried to get in touch with him.

“Yeah, yeah I’m here...I miss you.”

“Me too. I can’t wait ‘till you’re back home. How’s the mission, any closer?”

“Yeah. It’s going good. Better. Oh, we are so close. I know it. If all goes well, I’ll be back in less than a week. Enough about me. How are you?”

“Everything’s good. As per usual, Sam is driving me insane. On our run, this morning, Steve and I outran him though. Like always. Clint is teaching me how to cook some simple stuff. Nothing crazy. I promise not to burn the house down.” His laugh filled your ear and made you smile in return. Not that he could see it.

“You better not, hey you better b-” You heard a loud collection of footsteps race towards you. You already knew what they meant. “Buck I think we got a lead, good one by the sound of things. I gotta go, but I’ll see you soon...I love you.”

“I love you too. Stay safe, please.” Before you could reply, the door opened and another agent came to let you know of what was going on. Nodding, you hung up the phone and grabbed your gun from beside you.

A week later, you caught your guy. You chased him all the way to Mumbai. Thankfully, no one on your team was more than injured. You couldn’t wait to be home; just a few more hours. And lord knows you needed a shower ASAP.

You debated whether to call Bucky ahead of time or not. No, you thought, let’s keep it a surprise. That way you could see his living conditions without giving him time to panic and clean up last minute. You so looked forward to seeing his face.

As soon as the ship lands you head to the debriefing to get everything over with. After, you go to the bathroom to clean up your face and hands before heading home. Your face in the mirror is covered with dirt and blood (you’re not sure if it’s even yours…), though you don’t have that many cuts. The ones you do have aren’t too bad thankfully.

Soon enough you were speeding past other agents and making your way through the light traffic on your way home.

Clint, Steve, and Sam’s cars were parked out front and you inwardly groaned. You’d hoped to have him all to yourself but guess not…

You looked through the soil in the plant pot in front and snuck up to the door. Slowly and quietly, you turned the key and knob. As soon as you made it inside, you heard their voices from the living room. At least they were having fun.

Immediately you noticed your succulents, flowers, and other houseplants wilting and dying. You took pride in your plants and now they’re all dead or dying! How could he forget to tend to them?

You walked silently towards the living room where they all were; no one had taken notice of you yet. They were too caught up in their own laughter and the game playing on TV.

“Obviously I’ve been gone for way too long. You managed to kill all the houseplants.” Their heads turned towards you quickly, obviously startled.

“Y/N! You’re home!” Bucky shot out of his seat and made his way to you, climbing over the couch and Sam in the process and in his excitement. He took you in his arms and kissed you passionately until you needed air. You looked into his eyes and played with the hair on the back of his neck. “When did you get home? Why didn’t you call?”

“I wanted to surprise you. I landed about an hour and a half ago. Had to go to the debriefing.” Your voice came softly and, for a moment, the plants were far from your mind. Just as you were leaning in for another kiss, the sound of someone clearing their throat interrupted you. You’d totally forgotten the guys were sitting there. “Sorry. Hey guys.”

Greetings came from the three Avengers, and you quickly remembered your neglected plants. “James Buchanan Barnes! You didn’t water my fucking plants! How could you! I left your reminders all over the place! When we talked about getting a dog or a cat, and do you remember what I said?” He mumbled under his breath and looked anywhere but you. “What was that?” You asked.

“That we could get a pet if I could take care of other things like the plants.” He grumbled and you motioned for him to continue. “Because if I can’t take regular care of a plant how am I supposed to take care of an animal when you’re not around.”

“Exactly. I know it’s different but I also know you don’t have a lot of time for stuff. Pets take up a lot of time and resources that we might not be able to give.”

“Come on doll! Please? We can do it! I mean how hard can it be? I took care of Steve constantly before!” Steve pulled a ‘are you serious’ look and threw a small pillow at Bucky’s head. “What? It’s true!”

“Alright, I’ll think about it! Just try not to get on my bad side. And...come here.” Again, his arms were around you and you leaned against his chest, taking in his comforting scent. “So,” you said once the moment had passed, “What were you all up to?”

“Just watching the game.” Said Clint.

“Nothing much.” Replied Sam.

“Oh you know, babysitting, our puppy. Oh, sorry, I meant to say, husband.” Joked Steve. You all laughed with the exception of Bucky who just looked annoyed.

“Alright then. I think it’s about time you all left. Thanks for coming, it’s been fun. Yadayadayada, have a nice day.” Bucky rushed them up and handed them their things while you looked on amused.

All they did was gran and Sam asked ‘WhyyyyI’. To which Bucky replied, “Because I haven’t seen my wife in forever and I’d appreciate getting her alone!” Sam couldn’t decide whether to be a little grossed/weirded out or if to be really proud.

Clint snickered on the way out and he called out goodbyes to you all. ‘They really are an old married couple…’ He thought.

#kari’s marvelous 2k challenge #goodthingshappenbingo #buckybarnesbingo2019 #Bucky Barnes #bucky imagine #bucky barnes fic #bucky x reader #bucky #bucky barnes fluff #marvel

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sillesworldofwriting · 6 years ago

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Title: To Be a Good Person

AO3

Chapter No./One-Shot/ Drabble: One-Shot

Words: 1437

Challenge: Kari’s Tom Hardy Writing Challenge ( @until-theend-oftheline )

Quote: “Making the effort to be good is really really important. But being yourself is more important.”

Pairing: Eddie x Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: Anxiety Attack, mental health issues

Author’s Note: So this is the first story I’ve written in months. The situation described is something that happened to me a few weeks ago (minus the call from Eddie) as my mental health was acting up. So please heed the warning. This story is not yet betad so I apologize for any and all mistakes. They are all mine.

You pulled the door closed behind you after you entered your flat, the keys landing on the shoe cabinet right in front of you. Making your way into our kitchen you threw the letter you pulled out of your mailbox just before you entered the apartment complex onto the table, while putting your backpack on a chair right next to it.

A sigh left your lips as you rubbed your hand over your face. You felt like crying and you were glad that the day was as good as over now. Having an exam was really taxing especially when you didn’t sleep at all the night before. But it was the last exam at least. A small light at the tunnel.

After hanging your jacket over the chair where your backpack was lying and kicking your boots into the hallway you grabbed the letter again. You already could tell that it was from your dermatologist where you had an appointment for a skin exam two weeks ago. But you couldn’t figure out why they would send you a letter.

You took a short letter out of the envelope and with it came also an invoice over 30$. Apparently your insurance didn’t cover the skin exam so you needed to pay it yourself. It was only 30$ but you broke out in tears nevertheless. Maybe it was the fact that you hadn’t slept the night before or that all the stress from the exam was finally falling away but it had you sobbing nonetheless. Your bad conscience also played a factor in it.

The letter dropped from your hands as you tried to calm yourself down by pressing them to your face. You hated this. It was not normal to break down in tears over an invoice. Even if you were tired as hell and your mind was playing tricks again regarding what happened at the supermarket a few minutes ago.

An elderly women didn’t have enough money to buy all her groceries so she needed to give something back. Since you had your headphones in you didn’t know what was going on just that the women held up the line for quite a while already. After you finally registered what was going on you thought about just buying the groceries for her but you couldn’t make up your might until it was to late. One of the employees took away the milk product while the cashier put every other product behind her.

When it was your turn you bought your groceries yout told the cashier to give you the ones the elderly women left behind too while you kept and eye on her to make sure she wasn’t leaving the supermarket. The cashier thanked you more than ones as you payed.

The elderly women didn’t want to accept the groceries from you or wanted to pay you back at least but you said that it was finde and she should just enjoy them. After that you left the supermarket. All the way home your mind was telling you that you didn’t do enough. You should have bought her all her groceries and not just a few. You should have made up your mind sooner.

All these thoughts were swirling inside your hand. Combined with the stress from the exam and sleep deprivation you couldn’t stop the tears from flowing.

Suddenly your phone began to ring. Still sobbing yout took it out of your backpocket. Eddie was calling you. You swallowed, trying to compose yourself long enough to answer because you knew that he would come over to your apartment. Especially because he knew that you had your last exam today. He probably wanted to celebrate. But Eddie coming over was the last thing you needed right now. Even though you kind of wanted someone to hold you, you couldn’t let him see you like this. No one was allowed to see you like this.

Your phone stopped ringing as you searched for a tissue to blow your nose. After wishing the rest of the tears from your face you called your best friend back.

“Hey there sunshine!”, Eddie greeted you cheerfully. Despite your emotional state you smiled. It was always good to hear his voice.

“Hey Eddie,” you answered.

“How was your exam? I’m sure you aced it, didn’t you?”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” you replied, tears coming to your eyes again at the thought of your exam. “It was really hard and the question didn’t make sense at all. And I didn’t sleep last night so…”

“Nah! I’m sure you still passed! You were learning so hard!” he dismissed your concern. “But what did you mean you didn’t sleep last night? Not at all?”

“Yeah. My mind wouldn’t shut up.”

“Why didn’t you call me? I would have kept you company? Or come over? My apartment is just next door.”

You closed your eyes at his words. The thought crossed your mind as it got later and later last night. Eddie holding you would have gotten you to sleep right away like always. But at the end you didn’t do it because you didn’t want to burden him with your problems even if it was just not being able to sleep.

“You had a big day today. Maybe next time. How was the interview by the way?” you tried to change the subject.

“Drop the maybe and we’re good,” Eddie said. “And the interview was good. Next time this year I’m going to have a pulitzer. Gonna build it a shrine and everything.”

Despite still feeling awful you still had to laugh at that. “I can see you actually do that,” you chuckled.

“Of course. That award deserve a shrine. I have the design already mapped out.”

“Over confident much?”

“Naturally. There is nothing in this world which is going to top the article I’m going to write about this interview. Just wait and see.”

“Oh I will wait and see, don’t worry. I even promise to make you your favorite if you do win the Pulitzer.”

“I think that award deserve more then a dinner, don’t you think?” Eddie asked. You could hear the grin on his face through the phone which made you chuckle again.

“I’ll make you my famous cake too,” you answered.

“That’s my girl,” he exclaimed, quite pleased with himself. “But seriously this time Y/N. How was your exam?”

You sighed. “I don’t know. I have mixed feelings about it. The one today was so confusing that I wanted to hand it over without trying to answer anything. But I didn’t and I was able to write something to every question. But who knows it that will actually be enough to pass.”

“I’m sure. You need to have 51%, don’t you? I’m sure you got that somehow.”

“Your words in god's ear,” you breathed into the phone as tears sprang into your eyes again. Just thinking about the results of your exam made you anxious again. And your bad councis about the women at the supermarket came back in full force making you sob.

“Y/N?” Eddie asked. “What is it?”

You tried to suppress the tears long enough to answer him that everything was alright but you just couldn’t. The next thing you know was that you bawled your eyes out and told him everything that was burdened you including the supermarket story.

“I just want to be a good person,” you sniffed after you finally calmed yourself down.

““Making the effort to be good is really really important. But being yourself is more important,” he answered in a caring voice. “You need to be true to yourself and the Y/N I know is not selfish or any of the other things yut just told me. She is one of the most caring people I know. I mean look how we met.”

The thought about your first meeting almost a year ago made you laugh, while wiping the rest of the tears from your face.

“There it is,” Eddie said. You could hear the smile in his voice. “Knew that would make you laugh.”

“Thank you,” you breathed, grinning and already feeling better. Letting it all out helped wonders.

“Tell you what,” Eddie began. “How about you order us some pizza, I come over and we’re going to have a lazy night until we both fall asleep to those actions films you like to watch so much?”

“I’d like that,” you answered.

“Great! I take my usual with-”

“-extra cheese.” you interrupted him.

“You just know me too well. See you soon.”

“See you soon.”

#Venom #Eddie Brock x Reader #Kari’s Tom Hardy Writing Challenge #Eddie Brock #one-shot #Sille's writing #To be a good person

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Make a Move

11/13/2018

Pairing: Thundershield x Reader Word Count: 4,923

Warnings: Language, a bit of angst, fluff, very light smut

A/N: This is written for @until-theend-oftheline ‘s Iron Hiddles Thundershield Quickie Challenge. This was a lot of fun and actually the cake bit is based on a dream I had. It was nice dream! I hope you enjoy this one-shot! Let me know what you think! I love hearing from you guys and when you tell me what you liked I can gauge what goes into my stories in the future! As always, if you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work. xoxo

Aesthetic Prompt (made by @until-theend-oftheline)

“There she is.” Steve mutters quietly. His hands clench into tight fists as he watches you move into the quaint coffee shop.

This is his favorite spot. He comes here every chance he gets and spends a few precious hours scribbling and doodling in his secret sketch journal. He doesn’t have it with him today. For good reason, too. Today is for business.

Thor looks up from his spot across from Steve and watches as his eyes light up as you wave over at them. Thor smirks, finding it all very adorable that Steve seems to be perpetually unable to see what’s right in front of him.

Thor can see it in the way his cheeks flush lightly and the sudden blue sparkle in his eyes. The Captain is so into you and he doesn’t even realize it.

You shove your umbrella into the wooden stand then move towards the two largest men in the small converted brownstone. A hot spot for the young men and women in the area which you definitely qualify as, the coffee shop has a comfy atmosphere. All the fixtures, counters, tables, and chairs are mismatched chocolate brown woods. Some chairs do have cushions, and these are always taken first thing in the morning.

Steve avoids those tables anyway. They’re at the center where the hustle and bustle of the constant crowd streaming in and out gets annoying. He’d learned his lesson when his elbow had been bumped several times, ruining a few of his sketches. He prefers the table at the far back of the shop where he can both look out at the falling rain and keep an eye on the door to see who comes and goes. And in this corner, away from the free books to read and the self-serve treats, Steve can sit for hours undisturbed, half hidden small shelving of books for sale.

His favorite table has four, what looks like hollowed out tree trunks for seats. They’ve been sanded down and varnished but the natural wood is beautiful, and he likes the way the lines swirl. These are also the only seats that he feels are safe for Thor to sit in. The guy is massive.

As you approach the table, adjusting your very worn brown satchel off of your shoulder, you can’t help but smile at the contrast between them and the rest of the young patrons. The two men who look at you with soft smiles do not fit in. One, a 1,500-year-old God and the other a hundred plus year old veteran look slightly out of place.

“Sorry, I know I’m late.” You sigh your apology and settle into the seat to Steve’s right and to Thor’s left. You quickly put your satchel between your feet for security, still wiping at the rain on your red bomber with your free hand. The chill in the air is strong enough that wearing a slightly heavier coat is appropriate. Thor seems to agree with you as he’s wearing his favorite dark red coat too. Steve doesn’t seem to feel the chill because he’s wearing a pair of jeans and a long sleeve, heather gray shirt with the sleeves rolled up to expose his muscular forearms.

You force yourself to look at Thor, wanting to just sit and stare at Steve.

“Not at all. We just got here ourselves.” Thor lies. He looks over at Steve who’s watching you with a furrowed brow.

“Excuse me!” He waves one of the servers over, a pretty redhead with bright green eyes, a heart shaped face, and pouty pink lips. She flushes but hurries over.

It is Steve Rogers calling her over. You’d feel flustered too if you worked here and got called over by Steve Rogers. Of course, you live with him so it’s normal to see him every day. But if you’re honest, even when he calls you over at home, your heart skips a beat when those blue eyes meet yours.

Actually, it kinda upsets you that the waitress stands much too close to him as she reaches your table. He has to pull his arm down into the circle of his chair to keep from grazing her stomach.

“Oh, hi, Steve. I didn’t know you were here today.”

What a liar! You eye her with as neutral a gaze as you can, but you feel the uncomfortable twist of jealousy in your stomach.

“Kate, can we get a few spare towels if you have them?” Steve looks up at her and gives her a smile that might have aimed at being polite but feels a little too flirty for your liking.

This Kate puts her perfectly manicured hand on his right bicep and rubs it with her dainty thumb. “Of course, Steve. I’ll be right back.”

The waitress turns, and leaves and you slump back in your chair an involuntary pout twisting your own lips.

“She was awfully friendly.” You throw at him hoping that he can’t hear the jealousy there.

“Kate? Yeah, she’s great.” Steve smiles at you then turns to look at Thor who sits shaking his head as he frowns at his comrade. “What?”

Thor turns his gaze on you and sits forward, resting his elbows on the smooth wooden table. “I know it’s a little strange to meet out of the compound, but we thought it might be better if we talked about this away from the others. With Tony and Pepper so close to getting married we didn’t want them to worry about some unknown threat.”

Okay, business. You like focusing on business. It helps distract you from the waitress and her stupid manicured hand all over Steve’s bicep.

“When did it arrive?” You ask, serious tone renewed as you concentrate on the task at hand which successfully drives the redhead from your mind.

You lean forward, mirroring Thor’s posture to bring you closer to him so that you can speak low. You don’t want to be overheard.

“A week ago.” Steve says, tapping his fingers against the table.

You look at him and find his blue gaze darkened as he frowns at the woodgrain. If there’s one thing that he hates it when people threaten his friends. The people he cares about? His family? You don’t want to mess with the Avengers. Especially with threats? Steve is no joke when he’s angry. And most people were afraid of Dr. Banner when he got upset.

“Have you told anyone else?” You ask him, wanting so badly to reach out and place your hand over his to settle his fingers.

“We thought it best to keep it between as few of us as possible.” Steve says with a shake of his head.

“We’re not sure where this threat really came from and we don’t want to alarm anyone if it is just someone’s idea of an ill-timed joke.” Thor agrees. “You are the expert when it comes to the forscenic sciences. Is that not right, Captain?”

Steve watches Thor with an amused grin which you also can’t help but share.

“Forensic.” You correct him kindly and Thor clears his throat.

“Is that not what I said?”

“Close enough.” Steve admits and turns the full power of his grin on you.

For a horribly pleasant moment, your heart thumps loudly in your chest as the curve of his smile lights up his face. All darkness cleared from it, you see happy Steve and you want him to stay that way. So, without another thought, you nod.

“I’m in.” You swallow hard, staring at Steve still before you force your eyes away back to Thor. “Where’s the letter?”

“Y/N? Are you sure you want to do this? It could be really dangerous.” Steve says with worry, his happy smile gone, replaced with a small frown as he reaches towards your hand on the table but doesn’t quite reach it.

“Tony and Pepper deserve to have a perfect wedding day. If I can help give them that, then I want in. Besides, no one threatens my family and gets away with it.” Your anger really does bubble up, filling your chest with heat that has nothing to do with how Steve’s hand is only two inches from your own.

His eyes sparkle and he nods at Thor who reaches into his jacket pocket to retrieve the letter but then freezes as Kate returns.

“Here you go, Steve.” She says a little breathless, handing him not one or two but a stack of six dry hand towels.

Steve smiles up at her, much too excited. Why can’t he stop doing that?! Does he smile at all the girls he meets like that?

“Thanks, Kate, you’re a lifesaver.” He gushes.

You turn your gaze away from them and look instead at the empty seat across from you with half a mind to get up and leave. It would be stupid because how the hell is Steve supposed to know that you like him? You haven’t told him. Or anyone for that matter. So, he’d be super confused as to your reason for storming off. But you want to do it. You place your hands on the side of the chair, intent on getting up to leave when you feel a light tug to the left side of your head.

You turn your head towards Steve to see what he’s doing and your heart flips as he sits with the towels carefully balanced on his right thigh while, with one of them in his hands, he carefully pats your hair dry.

“You’ll catch a cold.” He reasons, talking only to you.

“Oh.” Kate mutters.

“Miss?” Some other patron calls.

“Excuse me.” Kate says with slight disappointment.

“Thanks, Kate.” Steve repeats but doesn’t turn to watch her go.

You reach up quickly, nervous and flustered. Your hands find his in the towel and you grab them to stop them from moving. He freezes and looks down at your face, his blue eyes inquisitively boring into your own.

“I can do it.” You assure him, so nervous you’re surprised your voice doesn’t shake.

“Right.” Steve says and quickly takes his hands back but only so that he can place the right on the stack on his lap and his left flat on the table again.

To your left, Thor chuckles. Both you and Steve look at him, nervous as hell.

“What’s so funny?” You demand, freezing in your hair drying.

“Hm? Nothing I just repeated forscenic in my head.” He laughs again and sits back, shaking his head.

You’re not sure if he’s telling the truth. Thor is really good at being sneaky when he wants to be.

Steve also stares at Thor with a furrowed brow.

Intent on moving past the awkwardness you lower the towel onto your lap.

“The letter?” You remind them.

“Right.” Thor says, remembering and once more reaches into his coat’s breast pocket and produces from it a bagged letter and envelope.

“An evidence bag?” You ask, impressed by their forethought.

“I though it might be easier for you to work if we didn’t contaminate it any more than we already did.” Steve explains as he grabs another towel and offers it to you.

You take it but put it in your lap before reaching out for the sealed bag. You lean over it, staring at the careful handwriting and read the threat. It’s simple. Not complicated or contrived. It’s straight to the point.

Felicitations on your happy day. I’m sure it’ll be a bang.

“Felicitations? Who the hell uses the word felicitations these days other than pretentious assholes?” You wonder aloud, disgusted by the threat and the audacity that some people have to try and ruin special days for other people.

Thor looks between you and Steve with shifting electric blue eyes before he very slowly raises his hand. You realize that he would probably use that word. Oops.

“Thor, buddy, come clean and we’ll call it a day.” Steve assures him with a nod.

“I would not threaten my friends on their special day!” Thor defends himself and you try and stifle your laugh, but it bursts from your lips with a slight choking sound.

Steve chuckles.

“I’m sorry.” You reach over and place your hand over Thor’s massive one, gently rubbing it in reassurance. “I didn’t mean to imply that you’re an asshole.”

“Or pretentious?” Thor presses.

But you wrinkle your nose at him, tilting your head from left to right. “Mmmm.”

He huffs at your teasing which only makes you laugh again.

“I’m only kidding, Thor. You’re not pretentious or an asshole. You’re very sweet.” You can’t help but beam at him when his frown relaxes into his soft goofy grin.

“Where the hell is our damn coffee?” Steve suddenly grumbles and waves Kate over again.

He was just laughing. What’s with the mood shift? You watch his face light up again as Kate approaches. “We had three coffees, Kate, can you see what’s taking so long?”

The redhead blanches as she looks down at her tray. “Oh…I’m sorry, Steve. I think I forgot to put the order in. I’ll go put it in right now. I’m so…so sorry. Please forgive me.”

You stare at the redhead, astounded by her distraction with Steve. She’d been staring at him so hard she’d completely forgotten to put the order in? What kind of non-professional…

“It’s alright, Kate.” Steve assures her, his sweetest smile offered as she gives him a small shy smile of her own.

“I really hope that I haven’t ruined your opinion of me.” Kate suddenly throws out, unembarrassed to be making such declarations in front of two other people. One of which is you, a girl who clearly has some kind of personal relationship with him. “I want you to think only good things of me.”

“No harm done. And trust me, Kate, nothing but good things.” He assures her with a charming half-smile.

Your half-smile! Okay…maybe that was exaggeration, but you’d never seen him offer that smile to anyone but you when you were at the compound, working.

The ache in your chest has you up on your feet, the bagged letter shoved into the front pocket of your satchel as you pull the strap up onto your shoulder. “I’m gonna start on this right away. You can forget the third coffee.”

You don’t mean to spit your words at the redhead, but you do, and you don’t even feel bad about it.

“You’re leaving already?” Steve asks, sounding slightly disappointed.

“I should get started on the letter. And I don’t want to impose on you.” You look at Thor as you speak, unwilling to look at Steve to see what expression he might be wearing.

“Impose?” Steve sounds so confused but you won’t look at him.

“I’ll see you guys back at the compound.” You turn on your heel and as quickly as you can manage, you weave your way through the crowd of people coming in out of the freezing rain.

“Y/N?” Steve calls out to you, but you don’t stop and leave the shop as quickly as you possibly can.

“What the hell was that about?” Steve wonders, turning his gaze back to Thor.

Thor sits, shaking his head again at his friend, disappointment written across his ruggedly handsome face. “You, my dear friend, are a half-wit and I hope she never gives you the time of day.”

“What?” Steve demands confused more than ever.

Thor gets to his feet. “Dear Kate, I will not be requiring a coffee either.”

“Where are you going?” Steve asks, looking over at Kate who is already leaning over to the barista and cancelling the second coffee.

“To see my girl. I will not make the same mistakes my friends make. You are a good man, Steve. Just a bit stupid.” Thor moves for the door with no trouble. Everyone parts for him. He draws up his collar and disappears out into the rain.

Steve stares after Thor, wondering what the hell he could mean but when he sees your umbrella, forgotten in the wooden stand, Steve’s heart gives a sudden jolt. He’s up on his feet, racing for the door. He grabs your umbrella and without another word, he too disappears into the darkening afternoon.

Poor Kate moves towards the table, cup of coffee balanced carefully on her tray where no one is waiting.

“What the fuck?” She mutters, under her breath, then marches back to the counter in defeat.

“Y/N?” Steve’s voice makes you jump.

You accidentally tear the letter at the top and sigh heavily as you glare at the rip.

“Damn it.” You growl.

“There you are.” Steve says with a smile. He moves towards you where you’re leaning over your lab table where you’ve been rubbing swabs on the edges where fingers would have more than likely touched first.

“Where else am I supposed to be?” You ask, still grumpy from the coffee shop debacle a few hours ago.

“Nowhere. I just wasn’t sure you’d still be in here. But you’re always in here.” He shrugs. “Shoulda known better. Anything yet?”

You put the now torn letter aside and shake your head. “The last two swab samples are finishing up now. What are you doing here? I thought you’d be sipping java with your redhead.”

“Redhead? Oh, Kate? She’s nice.” He nods.

You hate him. You officially hate him and the redhead.

“But I don’t think I can be comfortable around her. She’s tires too hard. I want someone I can lounge on the sofa with. Someone who’ll watch movies with me. Excited because it’s usually the first time I’ve seen them.” He stops beside you, turning around to lean his back against your lab table. He’s fidgeting with something but you’re thinking about the description for the person he wants to be with. You and he love watching movies together. Well, you love watching movies with him and he’s never complained about your company. “Even when they’ve seen them a million times before.”

You look up at him and feel your chest tighten nervously. “Is that my umbrella?”

You finally focus on what he’s got in his hands and he nods, frowning at you. “You left without it. You’re going to get sick.”

“Me? Not possible. I’m resilient.” Almost as if it’s on cue, you double over with a sneeze.

“Right, resilient. And what the hell are you wearing?” He asks, outrage on his handsome face.

“What?” You look down at yourself. You’re wearing your lab coat. But he probably means what’s underneath it.

You had showered and changed into your satin pajamas, dark blue shorts and a matching button up shirt with a light pink embroidered line along the hem for embellishment. Your feet are covered with your fluffy white slippers. You’re warm!

“There’s nothing wrong with what I’m wearing.”

Steve frowns, placing your umbrella on the table and turns to face you, opening his mouth to argue. Before he can there’s a ding and with an excited jump you scamper over to the autosampler and push a few buttons on the touch display.

“Anything?” Steve asks.

You stare at the screen for a minute then turn to look at him. “Yeah but…” You suddenly realize what must have happened.

“Where did you say that you found the letter?” You put your hands on your hips and move towards him slowly, stopping only when you’re a foot away, staring up at his confused and handsome face.

“On Tony’s lab table. Why?”

“Because the samples returned Tibetan soil and germicidal solution.” You wait for him to realize what’s going on, but he stares at you in utter confusion.

“The attacker is from Tibet?” He asks, seriously.

“No, Steve. There is no attacker.” You begin to remove your lab coat and throw it over your stool and stretch your arms over your head. Steve’s expression changes as he watches you stretch, his eyes moving down along your torso then back up to your face. Why are his eyes dilated? “What other pretentious asshole do we know who probably has plenty reason to spend time in Tibet?”

Steve continues to stare down at you and it becomes so invasive that you cross your arms across your chest and wait for him to answer.

“Who?” He asks.

“I’m sure Stephen didn’t mean to surprise you and Thor, but he is the only other idiot I know that would use the word ‘felicitations’. Why can’t he just use ‘congratulations’ like other normal people? Dumbass.” You move around Steve, dropping your hands as you walk.

His hand suddenly grabs your wrist and he pulls you to a stop. “Where are you going?”

“To bed? I’m beat. I’ve been running around all day and then I spent the last six hours in here running tests on that stupid letter.” You look down at his hand around your wrist and wish he’d just grab you and kiss you. But he won’t. You gently pull your arm out of his grip. “Goodnight, Steve. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight.” He replies.

With disappointment tightening your chest, you find solace in at least the fact that the redhead, Kate, is no one to be worried about.

“It took you long enough. Do you have any idea how long I have been waiting for you to realize that you are utterly in love with our little forensics expert?” Thor gestures towards the doorway of Steve’s bedroom.

Steve looks over at it and knows that Thor is gesturing towards the kitchen where you’re busy baking to relieve some stress after all that nonsense with Strange’s letter.

“I guess I’m still as clueless as ever when it comes to dames.” Steve sighs, reaching up to rub at the back of his neck.

“Clueless you may be, but a further idiot you do not have to make yourself. No one is home. It is you, Y/N, and myself. In a moment I will leave you and I suggest you make a move. Any move. Tell her you love her, kiss her, embrace her, just do something. I can’t stand watching the two of you pining any longer.” Thor claps Steve on the shoulder and moves towards his door to take his leave.

Steve springs to his feet and tries to fight the fluttering of his heart as he takes in Thor’s carefully worded advice. “Wait, are you saying she likes me back?”

“Like?” Thor shakes his head again. “You’re both idiots.”

With that, Thor turns and leaves Steve standing in utter nervous excitement, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he searches for the confidence to make his move. He has to make it clear that you’re the one he wants. Not Kate, not any other girl he’s ever met. Just you.

You’re busy checking on the chocolate cakes baking in the professional grade oven that Tony spared no expense on in the kitchen. The smell is so intoxicating. Devil’s Food Cake is your best dish. It’s almost finished. Just a few more minutes. You’re so focused on your cake that you don’t notice as Thor sneaks down the hallway to the elevator and takes his leave.

You pull the cakes out two minutes before the ding of the timer.

Your hair pulled up into a messy bun you carefully pull the two round cakes out of their tins and place them on the cooling rack but even though you know that you should wait until the cakes have really cooled down before you start piling them up into a two-layered cake, you reach for your carving knife and very carefully cut the dome of the bottom layer away leaving a nice, flat, and even cake.

You set the slivers of cut cake aside on a smaller plate before you pile the cake up.

“What the hell is that smell?” Steve’s voice shocks you again and you jump.

“Jesus, Steve, don’t you knock?” You demand, irritated with how easily he scares you.

“I live here.” He sasses you. He stops behind you, peeking over your shoulder at the chocolate cake, smiling that stupid half-smile that he gave to Kate. It irritates you because you’d thought that was your smile. Now you’re wondering how often he smiles like that outside of the compound. “That looks good. What kind of frosting are you going to use?”

“Frosting? I’m not going to use any frosting.

“What?!” He demands, somewhat outraged.

You push the cake to the side and turn to hop up onto the counter, then pull the wooden tray up onto your lap, the cake perfectly balanced at the center.

“It doesn’t need any frosting. It’s sweet enough as it is. This is my Devil’s Food Cake!” You assure him. You don’t need to add anything. It’s already perfect.

“You can’t not add frosting. It’s not cake without frosting.” He moves closer, standing in front of you to look down at the un-iced cake, his hands on his hips.

“Fine. You want proof?” You reach over and pull the small plate with the slivers of shaved cake, grab a decent sized piece and hold it out for him to take. “Here, try it.”

Your heart stutters as he places his right hand on your left next to your hip on the counter. He eyes the offered cake then looks up into your eyes. The amused intensity of his sparkling blue eyes ties a knot in your chest making it hard to swallow. He places his other hand on your other side, his thumb gently grazing your hip as he leans in towards you.

He opens his mouth and before you can pull back, he closes his mouth around the cake and the tips of your fingers.

Butterflies tumble violently in your stomach making you feel as if you’re floating. He pulls back, licking his lips as you sit frozen on the counter, your chest burning with a sudden desire.

“You know what?” You’re right.” He admits, nodding and twisting his mouth in defeat, not oblivious of the state that he’s put you in. There’s a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. “You’re sweet enough without it.”

He pulls back fully and moves towards the living room across the meeting room as you continue to sit, still frozen on the kitchen counter.

“What do you wanna watch?” He asks. His questions snaps you back to reality and you spring from the counter, shoving the cake onto the counter as you storm after him.

He’s already sitting on the long sofa, flipping through the selection of movies on the T.V. with a furrowed brow.

“You can’t just do that and walk away from me, Steve. What the hell was that?”

“What was what?” He asks, innocently.

“What thing with-with-with your mouth and the cake and my fingers?”

“I was tasting it.” He shrugs.

“Am I just a joke to you?” You demand. Your heart aches slightly, wondering if he knows how much you think about him. Always, he’s on your mind. What he just did…that teasing…

“Well, you are pretty funny.” He says, that half-smile back.

“Oh, screw you, Steve.” You turn sharply on the ball of your foot to storm out of that living room, but Steve’s hand is once again on your wrist, stopping you from moving.

Without warning he yanks you back so that your legs hit his left knee and you tumble backwards onto the sofa, landing on your back. Slowly Steve leans himself over you, lifting your legs with his right arm so that you’re lying on the sofa completely.

“What are you doing?” Your pounding heart tells you that you know what he’s doing. But you want him to say it. You want to know you’re not wrong.

“Making my move.” He explains, quietly.

Before you can reply he leans down and presses a sensual kiss to your throat. You gasp and try to remember how to breathe.

“How long have you liked me, Y/N?” He whispers against your throat, his breath tickling your skin and making it erupt into goosebumps.

You have trouble finding your voice for a second. “A long time.”

Steve kisses your throat again then pulls back, licking his lips as he stares down into your eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He reaches up, caressing the sides of your face as he works his right knee between your legs to lay himself on you a bit more comfortably.

“I was afraid that you wouldn’t like it, me liking you. You’re way out of my league.” You insist.

Steve smiles your half-smile and he shakes his head. “Trust me, Y/N, if anyone is unqualified, it’s me. I’ve loved you since almost the first moment I set my eyes on you.”

Love?!

“Can I show you?” He whispers, leaning down to whisper against your lips.

You’re so intoxicated with him and the way you can taste your cake on his breath.

“Show me.” You plead, and he closes the space between your lips, kissing you with so much desire that you’re sure he’s wanted you just as much as you’ve wanted him.

His hands trace the shape of your hip before he hooks his hand around your thigh, slides it down to rest behind your knee and lifts your leg to wrap it around his waist.

As Steve presses himself between your legs, drawing a muffled moan from your lips, you’re sure of one thing; When Steve Rogers decides to make a move, he makes a move.

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