#or “natasha and steve should totally date”

[kit-kat-reader]

Well she was a bit jealous? But it was resolved super fast and was when she was still denying she liked Aiden, so...

I've said it before and I'll say it again - their friendship is so beautiful and strictly platonic and, well, sibling-like that even fans don't touch it which is so beautiful to me.

we genuinely need more platonic male-female relationships like the one brynne and aiden have

[randomshyperson]

My Sweet Valentine - Wanda Maximoff Oneshots

Summary: Delayed in planning Valentine's Day, you and Wanda try to do something together. The spider routine ends up getting in the way, but that doesn't mean the date was lost.

Warnings: (+18) bottom!wanda, enchanted strap, creampie, fingering, dry humping, very fluff and domestic, established relationship, both r and w are briefly specified to be introverted. | Words: 3.206k

A/N-> I had this idea while I was rewatching Sound!Euphonium, I didn't catch the relation to it but I ended up writing this on my phone again so forgive me if there are spelling mistakes. It's always great writing Spider!Reader, I hope you enjoy it.

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To plan Valentine's Day with your girlfriend should be an easy thing. 

But for two Avengers who happen to be the most introverted antisocial people on earth - and those were Natasha's Romanoff words, not yours - the task could be really hard.

But it was you and Wanda's first Valentine's Day as a couple and you were really late on schedule.

While Natasha planned to have the most incredible and romantic trip to Greece with Maria and Tony and Pepper made reservations at some exclusive fancy Italian restaurant, you and Wanda were side to side laying on your apartment carpet. Trying to decide what you could do together by reading some flyers that were spread around the floor.

Wanda had one of the fancy restaurants in her hands when she suggested: “How about dinner?”

You gaze at the restaurant propaganda, recognizing the name and the building from your little web-swinging adventures.

“The Geller’s is nice but it will be really crowded during Valentine's. And we both hate when places are too full.” You reason, receiving an agreement sound. “Maybe we can ask for takeout?”

Wanda chuckles. “On Valentine's Day? Every place will mess up our orders, I'm sure of it. Places are normally understaffed, ordering food on holidays is like asking for them to mess up your food.”

You sigh deeply. “Yeah, you're totally right. So, maybe I can cook?”

She smiles. “We are going for food poisoning then, huh?” She teases making you chuckle with an expression of false offense. You playfully bumped your shoulder on hers but you don't move away after. The touch is warm and nice. “You cook then.”

“Yeah, but is not like we would find any free spots anywhere. We delay this way too much.” She mutters without sounding really upset. Her words were true, you both have been dancing around this date for almost three months now ever since Tony showed everyone his and Pepper's reservations. But neither of you was that anxious to be locked with another hundred couples in some loud restaurant with extra expensive and not-that-good food.

The restaurants were not the only thing discarded - Yelena and Kate's idea of a date, and band concerts were also politely declined. Mostly because neither you nor Wanda felt like facing a whole weekend of poor public hygiene and the crazy routine of musical festivals while babysitting Natasha's little sister who would definitely get really drunk with her girlfriend.

Steve was the one who suggested the most quiet and family thing, a road trip to the countryside. But since he was going with Bucky and you and Wanda didn't wish to be traumatized by their physical display of affection, their invitation was also declined.

Back on the floor of your apartment, you helped Wanda with the papers around the floor.

You were worried she would be upset about the lack of plans - even Sam with his eternal bachelor status was having a date night with some old colleague from the army. You worried that Wanda might think you're not excited to spend time with her when it is pretty much the opposite of it.

“You know, we don't really have to do anything just because everyone is doing.” You start, hands ready to catch the papers she's bringing. “We could just watch a movie.”

Wanda smiles, the papers are put in your hands but she doesn't move hers away.

“If you brought wine it would be like any other date night.”

“That's not a bad thing, right?” You retort immediately, eyes anxious towards hers. She frowns, a confused chuckle escaping her.

“No, I mean… you think that too right?”

You shrug; “I just want to spend Valentine's and any other day with you, Wands. What we are doing doesn't matter much.”

She smiles, coming closer to kiss you on the lips. But the kiss is quicker than you wished. One of her hands caresses your cheek as she speaks:

“Good to know, darling, 'cause I'll be watching you do the dishes tonight.”

You chuckle, rolling her eyes at her teasing but pouting when she escapes your attempt at a second kiss.

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Valentine's Day is unfortunately a busy day for the spider.

It was true that you and Wanda didn't plan anything big but you wanted to bring her some flowers and her favorite chocolate but after fighting another dressed-up lunatic at the city hall and avoiding three different catastrophes, anything inside your backpack was definitely destroyed.

You swing back into your apartment with the mess of your gifts dripping to the floor. The wine bottle broke and soaked the chocolate and the poor flowers. Bye-bye to any college homework you forgot there.

Throwing the item at the sink, your body towards the couch was the second thing you threw. 

And against the soft pillows the day tiredness caught up at you. With the thought that you would rest your eyes for five minutes, you woke up hours later with the door locked.

Wanda's angry arrival was also an efficient clock.

“God, what is wrong with you? I've been calling you all day!” She slammed the door behind her, and the next second the day's newspaper was thrown at you. “Do you have any idea how worried I was? We have talked about this! You can't just fight some three-sized villain and vanish without a word! I thought-” But she stops herself, taking a deep breath when her voice cracks. You feel so terrible sorry. You know very well that Wanda has lost enough people for the whole ghosting thing to be too hard on her. Intentional or not. 

You get up. “Hey, I'm so sorry Wands, my phone broke and I came right here and closed my eyes for like two seconds. I'm sorry.” But Wanda shook her head, covering her eyes for a moment. She was not even that mad at you, it was clearly an accident that you forgot to call. But she has been so nervous all day worried about you that she needed a minute. Suddenly, she catches a glimpse of the wine-soaked flowers at the kitchen counter and frowns. “What is that?”

The slight indignation about the mess of an apartment you both worked hard to keep clean vanished the second she realized those were gifts.

You fixed your hair awkwardly. “Hm, I was trying to make a romantic gesture. But I forgot I'm always on some freak radar.”

Wanda's hands reached for the flowers and as gentle as her touch, her magic flowed from her fingers to take all the wine away. In no time, the petals were as beautiful and healthy as when you brought it.

“This is really not fair, darling.” She starts, moving to check the rest of the gifts. “You made it to the front page and I have every right to be mad you didn't call through the suit to let me know you're alive.” You wanted to mutter that you're still getting used to the new suit and its high-tech functions, but Wanda is turning at you again with crossed arms.

“It’s not fair, how hard you're making to stay mad at you.”

You gave her a lopsided smile. “So, you like the chocolate that much, huh?”

She rolled her eyes, trying to contain her smile. “Why don't you go shower while I make dinner? There's grease from Rino's suit all over your face.”

You click with your tongue, swinging a little. “Let me guess, you not joining me at the shower is my punishment for not calling through the suit?”

She finally let that smile escape. “Clever girl.”

You chuckle to yourself before nodding and heading to the bathroom.

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Forgotten dinner plates at the living room table when Wanda reached the chocolate box. She shared them with you during the sitcom marathon you too were doing but after finding yourself hypnotized by her laugh for the fourth time in a row, you gave up eating at all.

The last chocolate was put away when she caught you staring.

“What?” 

“What what?” You retort with a chuckle, having some pride over the soft blush of her cheeks.

“You were staring.” She says then, drifting her gaze from the TV to you with some resistance. You know her enough that it's because Wanda is terrible at hiding her own shyness under your loving glance. She always was. 

“Can you blame me?” Your teasing just makes her blush more. You just decide to make it worse. “You're simply too charming not to be looked at. So gorgeous, so pretty. I feel so lucky.”

“Stop it.” She giggles with rosy cheeks at your praise. But despite her words, she opens her arms as an invitation for you to come closer. You practically jump from your spot - a few centimeters from her since your last trip to the kitchen to grab sodas - and greet the warmth of her embrace.

Wanda hugs your body while you melt into her, the soft caress on your spine being more than enough to bring back your interrupted slumber that evening. But somehow you manage to stay wide awake, perhaps because the way you press your face into her boobs makes her giggle and playfully tug at your hair, which happens to have a completely different effect on you. 

Her body tenses up a little when your lips start sucking at her collarbone, a heavy sigh escaping her lips. You suddenly recall that it has been some time, a week maybe two since you had enough free time to be this close. 

Your lovely girlfriend probably missed you as much as you missed her.

The soft sucking turns into something more determined, then into a bite and a licking that turns Wanda into a panting mess. She grows restless under you, fingers tugging at your hair with some guidance towards your movements in her neck until finally, your mouth meets her again.

Hot open-mouthed kisses before softer ones. You kiss and she kisses you back until all of your clothes are disheveled around your bodies and she looks up at you with pleading eyes and slightly open lips. Begging for more.

“Wanna take this to the bedroom?” You suggest inches from her lips but she shakes her head, fingers dancing under your shirt.

“You can have me right here.” She whispers back, stealing all your coherent thoughts for a second. 

Your hands are shaking a bit with eagerness when you pull at your clothes, with Wanda's help they are off in no time. Her chest heaves when you take her top off and Wanda stares back while you can't seem to be able to look away from her tits.

“You good there?” She teases you breathlessly when your lack of action lingers. You chuckle, hands at her sides. 

“Yeah, just give me a minute.” You retort managing an affectionate roll of eyes from her.

“You're such a dork.” She giggles but purposely lifts her chest in your direction, making you swallow hard. When you don't take the bait immediately, she sighs. “I would love for you to more than stare, detka.”

You groan, hovering over her. “Well, your wish is my command, madam” You reply, leaning down to capture her lips. Teasing Wanda with soft bites on her lower lip every time you break the kiss before starting another turns her into a needy mess under you. She gets impatient very quickly and brings her hands to your cheeks, pulling you down with determination. Her tongue takes the lead in a heated kiss that takes all the air out of your lungs. 

Panting against her mouth while trying to match the intensity of her demand, you let your hands grope around her body towards her chest, effectively taking the lead again when you start playing with her hardened nipples and Wanda loses her ability to kiss you back.

When she whimpers into your mouth, her hips restless while your fingers pinch her cute tits, you chuckle. “Ah, is there something you want, baby?”

She struggles to speak firmly. "I need you to stop teasing and fuck me." You grunt at her answer. You would have obeyed immediately if you hadn't been able to feel Wanda shaking. She gasps as you adjust, your knee finding her middle and giving her something to grind against as you resume your actions on her breasts. She throws her head back, biting her lip hard as her hips move almost of their own accord.

It's a hot mess, her first orgasm of the night. You didn't even have to take off all her clothes. When Wanda shivers terribly, and you feel the wetness against your knee, you bite down at her tit and that makes her let out a muffled scream.

Wanda is panting and her face is very flushed when you look at her again, her expression satisfied after an intense orgasm.

You hum happily, moving your hands down as you tilt your face to kiss her on the lips. She gasps into your mouth when she feels your fingers draw a path through her ruined panties.

"You made such a mess, sweetheart." You whisper between one kiss and another, two digits pushing gently without even removing her underwear. Wanda arches toward you, squeezing your shoulders for something to hold on to. Her green eyes are completely dilated now and you love how they display a vulnerable begging. Pulling your fingers out again, you let your thumb draw circles on her covered clit and enjoy the way her thighs tremble around you. "Tell me what you want, Wanda."

She has a little difficulty responding while feeling you teasing her, but despite noticing her heartbeat against your fingertips, you don't interrupt your movements. If anything, they become even more determined. Wanda pants, hips trying to match the rhythm of your fingers.

"C-can we use the strap tonight?" She manages out of breath. "I like feeling you come inside me."

Your witch girlfriend's favorite toy is somewhere in the room, and given the busy schedule of two superheroes, it wasn't used as often as you would like. Wanda has barely suggested, and you're already nodding, panting aroused just imagining yourself stretching Wanda again.

But suddenly your fingers push the fabric out of the way, and you sink inside her without warning, ripping a moan from her throat.

"Give me one more first." You demand, watching as Wanda nods in near desperation, brow furrowed at her rapidly building orgasm. Your rhythm is brutal, and she squeezes and squeezes until you can barely push your fingers inside her. You bring your free hand to one of her thighs, forcing her open as you adjust to improve your reach. Wanda sees stars. She lets go of your shoulders to grab the cushions and ends up destroying half of them with magical expelling when she finally falls over the edge.

An impressed chuckle escapes you at the scene. You're usually the one responsible for destroying things with your spider strength - It's always nice to see Wanda lose some of the control she's fought so hard to have.

Kissing her softly, you feel her smile in some exhaustion. She needs a few seconds, so you pull out your fingers and suck them clean while green eyes watch you from below. Wanda wants to kiss you again, but you adjust to carry her on your lap, and after two orgasms in a row, she won't contradict you.

She feels the soft blankets against her back a moment later and relaxes fully into the bed as you move around the room working to find and put on the strap. It doesn't take more than two minutes, yet Wanda sighs impatiently before letting her hands roam her own body, pinching her breasts and teasing downwards. She bites her lip at the soaked state she finds herself in, tentatively collecting some of that moisture before hearing a husky laugh that makes her look up.

"You don't have to play alone, I'm right here." You let her know softly, but Wanda swallows at the sight of your naked figure and the enchanted hardness between your legs. Of all the things she learned to do, that honestly has to be her best spell. One of your hands grabs the silicone, instinctively or not, imitating the masturbation gesture that Wanda is making and she shudders to the tips of her toes, her body on fire. Her hand moves out of her panties immediately, raising it into the air in a beckoning gesture. You don't need to be told twice.

It's a breathless kiss when you reach her face again, equally eager to feel each other, there's a little war of pushing and pulling until Wanda feels completely pressed into the bed, the strap rubbing against her entrance.

You pull away when she whimpers - It's just to pull down her panties, and Wanda kicks the item away as you climb back up. Your mouth finds hers again so that when you align the strap and sink into her, you can swallow her moans.

The stretch is slow and careful, very different from the breathless way you were making out a few minutes ago. Wanda lets her nails dig into your lower back as you fight the urge to be rougher.

She gets used to the size very quickly, the creaminess of her previous orgasms making an obscene sound that makes her ears redden. You break the kiss to ask if she's ready and the only response you get is a determined throw of her hips up that registers her impatience.

In all quickies, you're always rough. Desperate to feel her, because you miss Wanda as much as she misses you, and in the rush, there's no time to prolong moments like this. But it's the first time in many months that you're relaxed, and you can thrust slowly and sensually inside Wanda, letting her feel every movement of your cock inside her warm walls as you kiss her and whisper praises in her ear.

Heat is spread under your skin, and sweat accumulates with the slow stimulation. You feel closer each time you sink inside her, and when Wanda starts whimpering in your ear, it feels like an impossible task to hold it.

"You're close?" You pant, hips starting to buckle. "I don't think… I can hold it anymore... Wands-" You choke, letting your face fall against her collarbone. The knot in your abdomen explodes without warning, and you moan deeply as you spill yourself inside Wanda, the enchanted strap vibrating inside her. It turns out that feeling you come was the push she needed, and Wanda sobs as she feels the blinding pleasure hit her, following you into climax a second later.

For a moment, all that can be heard in that room are your breathless sighs until your hoarse and satisfied chuckles emerge.

You remain inside her when you adjust so that you rest your elbows on the mattress and see her face.

"Hey, little witch."

She pushes back her sweaty hair with one hand, the other moving to rest on your neck. "Hey, spider."

Your nose brushes against hers. "I think we nailed Valentine's Day."

She giggles before pulling you for a kiss.

[parkers-gal]

his jersey J.B.

pairing: college!hockey!bucky x f!reader

wc: 1.2k

summary: you go to bucky's game but he's talking to another girl wearing his jersey

warnings: poorly written angst, open ended ending (not really fluffy), asshole bucky, natasha x steve

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this wasn’t right. walking towards your seat at the arena, you see bucky talking to some girl on the sidelines at the corner of the ice. brows furrowed, you nudge wanda in the direction of the two. 

“do you know who that is?”

glancing to her left, she whips her head around and stares back at you. she shrugs. 

“i don’t know who that is.”

the two of you take a seat at the center ice, still towards the glass barrier but not right at the front.

“she’s wearing his jersey.”

you tilt your head down, staring at the giant number 17 on the front. yours is an official jersey, one you can buy anywhere at a merch booth. the one she wears is a practice jersey, still stamped with bucky’s number. but you can’t get a practice jersey unless you’re on the team, hence the name practice. 

“she had to have gotten it from him.”

“oh shit.” 

the revelation hits her and she leans back just as natasha sits on your right side, a bag of popcorn in each hand. sensing the tension, she glances to where the both of you are staring. 

“who is that?”

“i don’t know.” you rush out. your heart is beating so fast and usually you’re pretty anxious at the start of any of their games, but this time you’re upset for entirely the wrong reasons.

“it looks like he’s flirting.”

“wanda!” nat reaches across you to slap her wrist, the three of you settling with the words that slipped out of her mouth, none of you wanting to admit you were all thinking the same thing.

“should i go ask steve?” 

you shake your head but wanda nods. natasha hands both bags of popcorn over to wanda, patting her knees as she stands, filtering her way through the aisle towards the glass. she waves her arms around until number 58, sam, glides over.

“where’s steve?”

“shooting drills.” he yells back. “what’s up?”

“who’s that?” she matches his volume, gesturing towards the other end of the rink where bucky still chats with some girl.

sam’s face grows wary and he shrugs, slipping his helmet back on. “you know how he is.”

by the time natasha returns to tell you all this, the first period is almost halfway over. your knee bounces sporadically and your palms are almost drenched in sweat. suddenly, it’s too crowded, too loud, too messy.

“i need to go.”

wanda and natasha look at each other across your empty middle seat. 

“are we going too?”

natasha looks just as worried. “i told steve i’d meet him after the first period.”

“oh.” 

disappointment litters her features. “go, i’ll explain to the guys and meet up with you after.”

nodding, she rushes down the steps you had taken just minutes prior, hoping you’re not totally heartbroken by the time she finds you.

the howling commandos are in the lead by the end of the first period, and natasha wastes no time in abandoning her seat to follow the rest of the team towards the locker rooms. the coach lingers on the ice, talking with one of the announcers about something, giving her the perfect window she needs to speak with bucky about whatever the hell was going on.

she hears them before she sees them and, taking a deep breath to prepare, she aggressively shoves open the swinging door that divides her and the rest of the team.

she scans the room for number 17 just as someone else on the team notices her.

“hey! you can’t be-”

“barnes!” she shoves his shoulders with both hands, sending him into his locker.

“what the fuck?”

“nat?” steve rushes over, hair messy from his helmet. “what’s going on?”

“he’s what’s going on.” she spits out. “who the fuck were you talking to before the game?”

“what’s it to you?”

“my best friend.” she growls back. “or did you forget you’re kinda dating her? you know, y/n?!” she taunts. 

bucky’s face grows a little pale but it doesn’t last. he straightens up, ripping his gloves off. “she’s not my girlfriend. doesn’t matter.”

red flashes across her eyes, upset on your behalf.

“you’re so full of shit, barnes.”

“honey, c’mon. let’s talk after the game.”

“no,” she shoves steve’s shoulder in a similar manner, prying his hands off her arm. “i’m not coming to another one of your games unless that piece of shit isn’t here.” 

steve gapes at her, watching her storm out just as the coach walks in. turning towards his best friend, his annoyance seeps out. “what is wrong with you?”

bucky shrugs. “what’s the big deal? i’ve talked to more than one girl before.”

“yeah, but my girlfriend’s best friend? that’s a low blow, buck. you’re lucky i don’t bench you.”

“you can’t fucking do that! team captain doesn’t mean getting personal.”

“being your best friend gives me that right.” he spews back. “you’re fucking up my love life and hers.”

with that, he turns toward his locker, ignoring the prying eyes of the rest of his teammates.

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“what’s up, peaches?”

you don’t glance up from your notebook, but clint glances between bucky and you and already you can tell he’s uncomfortable at whatever he’s intruding on.

“i haven’t seen you around.” he tries again. “you aren’t answering my texts.”

exhaling softly, you close your textbook, gathering your things and standing from your seat. “i’ll see you later, okay?”

clint nods understandingly, waving goodbye as you ignore bucky and turn the other way, ready to leave the library.

“hey!” he pulls at your arm. “why are you ignoring me?”

at this, you look at him and scoff. “just leave me alone.” 

he pulls a face, slightly disappointed. you’ve already left the library by the time his brain processes what’s just happened.

“is this about the game? because what nat did wasn’t cool.”

wanda meets you outside and overhears this. “why don’t you fuck off?”

you clutch your books tightly, wanting the interaction to be over already. you don’t want to do this now and you don’t want to do this here.

“where’s steve?” you ask wanda desperately. with steve here, he could put bucky in his place. bucky will listen to him. 

“why won’t you look at me?” bucky pulls on your arm again, the one crossed over your front, holding up your books. 

“hey.” steve and nat make their way over, holding hands. “everything okay?”

“he won’t leave me alone.” you want to cry at sounding so helpless.

lips pursed, steve’s gaze shifts towards bucky. “what’s going on?”

“she’s ignoring me.”

“because you were talking to another girl, buck. just let it go.”

you’re all gathered in a circle now but you’re scared others will start to notice the team captain arguing with the starting center. 

“why are you all acting like this?”

fed up, you step into the circle, pulling out a jersey from your tote bag. “she was wearing your jersey.” you shove the piece of fabric into his chest. “i guess you forgot you gave me yours, too.”

he stares back at you blankly. you turn on your heel, pivoting the other way and pulling wanda with you. you don’t look back, but you know he’s watching you.

shaking her head, natasha leaves bucky and steve to catch up with you two. 

“i’m sorry.”

your face is sympathetic. “it’s not your fault.”

“i know but… i knew he was a fuckboy but i just thought… i don’t know. that you would change him.”

“it was just a jersey.”

but was it?

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bucky masterlist

[cece693]

PLEASE MORE ASGARDIAN M!READER!!!

May I suggest a fic where the reader wants to bond closely to Wanda and Natasha but, is afraid because their only concept of sister relationships was Hela (reader is a little scared of Hela 😔 due to her destructive nature). Can I also add that the reader has slightly long hair (shoulder length) to braid!

Thank you for your talent and dedication!

He's Cute (Pt. 1.5)

pairing: bucky barnes x male reader tags: wanda and natasha are the best, sibling duo, getting ready for the date, hints of WandaNat/ScarletWidow, bucky being adorably smitten, yes 1.5 cause pt. 2 is the actual date :)

You fiddled nervously with the ends of your hair, pacing the length of your borrowed bedroom in the Avengers Compound for what felt like the hundredth time. Today was the day: your very first official Earth date. With none other than Bucky Barnes. Just the thought of it sent a rush of excitement (and panic) through your veins.

The problem? You had no clue how to prepare for a Midgardian date. A tunic and breeches might scream ‘medieval faire,’ and your more formal Asgardian garb would be even more intimidating. What if Bucky took one look at you and decided you were too over-the-top or—in the worst scenario—ran for the hills? Then there was your hair. Should you leave it loose? Tie it back? Attempt some elaborate braid?

What if I make a total fool of myself? you thought, tugging on your hair with a frustrated groan. You considered consulting Thor—briefly—until your imagination conjured an image of him bellowing, “Wear your finest Asgardian leathers!” and slapping you on the back so hard you’d stumble. Not exactly helpful.

You also thought about Tony or Steve, but quickly dismissed those options. Tony might tease you relentlessly, and while Steve was sweet, he was probably as clueless as you when it came to modern dating intricacies.

That left two people you admired from a (sometimes intimidated) distance: Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff. You’d seen how confident and stylish they both were—able to slip into a gown or tactical gear with equal flair. If anyone can help me blend Asgardian flair with Midgard style, you reasoned, it’s them.

Trouble was, the concept of “sisterly” assistance made your stomach twist. Your only sisterly figure had been Hela—and she was the embodiment of destructive chaos. Whenever you thought of “sisterly bonds,” images of shadowy blades and a mocking sneer intruded on your mind. Still, you had no one else to turn to, and time was running out.

It didn’t take long to find them. Wanda lounged on a couch, sipping tea and reading a worn paperback. Natasha reclined in an armchair nearby, scrolling through her phone. They exuded a relaxed warmth that made your nerves surge all over again—how did you even start this conversation?

Wanda glanced up first, her warm eyes creasing in a small smile. “Oh! (Y/N), did you need something?”

Natasha flicked her gaze over to you, phone still in hand. “You look like you’re either about to faint or confess a murder. Everything okay?”

Embarrassed, you rubbed the back of your neck. “I—I’m sorry to interrupt. I know you’re both probably busy, but I…I have a date. With Bucky,” you added softly, feeling your cheeks heat at the admission. “And I have no idea what to wear or how to do my hair, or—anything, really.”

Wanda’s eyebrows rose, and a slow grin spread across her face. “A date with Bucky? That’s adorable.”

Natasha set aside her phone, crossing her arms. “So you want a bit of a makeover?”

You cleared your throat, nerves clashing with relief. “Yes. Please. I don’t know how Earth dates usually go. I’m used to, well…armor and father-gifts, and illusions if I want to ‘dress up.’ But that’s not exactly the vibe here.”

Both women chuckled at that. Natasha stood and motioned for Wanda to follow. “Come on, let’s get you set up. And don’t worry—you’re not bothering us. We’d love to help you not show up to your date in full Asgardian regalia.”

Natasha led you to what appeared to be a converted storage room. Racks of clothing lined the walls, and a couple of tall dressers stood at one end. You caught glimpses of everything from formal evening wear to casual street clothes—no doubt a stockpile from Tony’s various shopping sprees.

“Okay,” Natasha declared, scanning the racks. “We need something comfortable but sharp. You want to catch Bucky’s eye without screaming I’m a prince from another realm.”

Wanda’s eyes glinted with amusement. “Though, honestly, you could show up in a paper bag and he’d probably swoon.”

You felt your cheeks flame. “I—um, I just don’t want to look foolish.”

Natasha brushed aside a row of jackets. “We won’t let that happen. Trust us. Let’s see…” She paused, sizing you up. “You’ve got a good build—broad shoulders, trim waist. We should highlight that. Maybe a well-fitted shirt.”

Wanda’s gaze flicked between you and Natasha. “Oooh, yes. And if we can find a color that brings out his eyes…” She rummaged through a section of button-downs.

That left you standing there, feeling slightly awkward, as they pulled items from hangers and debated the merits of each. You shifted from foot to foot, your anxiety creeping in. This is far less terrifying than dealing with Hela, right? you told yourself. And yet, your heart hammered in your chest.

Eventually, Wanda triumphantly held up a simple, fitted gray button-down. “This might do,” she said, pressing it to your torso. “It’s not flashy, but it’ll look nice with your coloring.”

Natasha grabbed a pair of dark jeans from the next rack. “Try these on. We’ll see if they fit. If they’re too baggy, we’ve got more.”

Clutching the clothes, you ducked behind a folding screen in the corner. The chatter on the other side continued quietly:

“You think Bucky’s actually ready for a date?” Wanda whispered. “Oh, I’m sure he’s ready,” Natasha replied in the same hushed tone. “Steve says he's been looking at the clock constantly and somehow managed to trip over his own feet. He's more than ready."

Their amused banter made you smile—clearly, Bucky was as worked up about this as you were. That was comforting.

You slid into the jeans and button-down, surprised at how well everything fit. They weren’t Asgardian leathers, but the fabric was soft and flexible, hugging you just right. You stepped out self-consciously. “Well? How do I look?”

Wanda gasped softly, covering her mouth. “(Y/N), you look amazing!”

Natasha raised an eyebrow, arms folded. “Yeah, that’ll do. Sleeves up—roll them a bit. Show off those forearms. Trust me.”

Blushing, you obeyed, feeling a little self-conscious and a little flattered. “You really think Bucky will like it?”

“Absolutely,” Wanda replied, beaming. “He’d have to be blind not to notice how good you look.”

Natasha pretended to examine your outfit with a critical eye, but you noticed a small, knowing smile playing at her lips. Then her gaze flicked to Wanda, and they shared a subtle look—one that made your cheeks flush a second time. You weren’t sure, but it almost seemed like there was a soft warmth passing between the two women, a private understanding that neither was voicing.

Then came the matter of your hair. It fell around your shoulders, a bit unruly from the stress of pacing your room all day. You lifted a lock, hesitating. “Normally, if this were a formal Asgardian function, I’d wear a crown braid or decorative metal clasps that sparkle with runes. But that’s probably too fancy, right?”

Wanda stepped closer, gently running her fingers through your hair in a way that felt surprisingly soothing. “Yes. Maybe we could do a simple side-braid, just enough to keep it out of your face. Or tuck it behind your ears. You have a nice jawline, so let’s show it.”

Natasha approached with a comb and some small hair ties, exchanging that same subtle smile with Wanda as they both set to work. You couldn’t help but notice the soft brush of Wanda’s hand, the way Natasha’s posture angled toward her whenever they spoke. Something about their easy familiarity and gentleness felt domestic, like they’d done this a hundred times…maybe even for each other.

“Relax,” Natasha murmured, positioning you to face a mirror. “We won’t do anything too elaborate. Just enough to keep Bucky’s eyes on you, not on how complicated your hairstyle is.”

Wanda’s lips curved into a playful smirk. “Though he’ll definitely be looking either way.”

They worked in tandem, brushing, smoothing, and expertly twisting a small section of hair into a neat side-braid. With each gentle tug, your tension melted. It felt so normal, to be fussed over by these two formidable Avengers, whose reputations alone could strike fear into entire enemy organizations. Yet here they were, braiding your hair and chatting like older sisters might.

Every so often, you caught a flicker of something more than platonic in their glances—maybe the way Wanda’s hand lingered on Natasha’s wrist when passing a hair clip, or the private smiles they exchanged. It was fleeting, but definitely there. You wondered if you were witnessing the beginnings of something deeper between them—or perhaps it had been there all along, carefully kept behind the scenes.

Finally, Wanda tucked the last strand into place, and Natasha stepped back, admiring their work. “Alright, pretty boy. Check it out.”

You moved to the mirror, heart fluttering in anticipation. The reflection that stared back looked…well, incredible. The blazer fit perfectly, highlighting your form without overpowering your frame. The rolled sleeves revealed just enough forearm to be intriguing, and the subtle side-braid left most of your hair loose but framed your face nicely.

Your mouth fell open. “I—I look…”

“Really, really handsome,” Wanda finished, placing a gentle hand on your back.

Natasha’s smile softened. “You do. And trust me, Bucky will probably forget how to speak for a minute when he sees you.”

A mixture of pride and embarrassment bloomed in your chest. “Thank you. Honestly, I feel so confident. I’ve never had that before.”

Wanda wrapped an arm around your shoulders, giving you a reassuring squeeze. “Of course. You’re about to go on a date, not face a war. It should be fun.”

Natasha’s gaze turned momentarily serious. “But if he does anything to make you uncomfortable—pressures you, upsets you—” She paused, letting the threat linger, “—I will personally have words with him.”

“And by ‘words,’ she means possibly an entire display of violence,” Wanda teased, but her eyes held a protective glint.

You laughed nervously, appreciating the concern. “I—I don’t think that’ll be necessary. Bucky’s so gentle. But...thank you, just the same.”

Natasha nodded firmly. “We look out for our own. And that includes you.”

Your heart swelled at the sentiment—so this was what a supportive sisterly bond could be, untainted by destruction and usurpation. After some final adjustments (Natasha insisted on adjusting your collar just so, and Wanda fussed with a stray hair you couldn’t see), the two women gave you a double thumbs-up.

“Go knock him dead—figuratively,” Wanda teased. “This is Earth, after all.” Halfway to the front entrance, you glanced back and caught a glimpse of Wanda and Natasha standing side by side, exchanging soft smiles. Wanda murmured something, and Natasha’s cheeks tinted the faintest pink before she turned away.

Maybe I’m not the only one with a new romance on the horizon, you mused, feeling a rush of fondness for both of them.

When you finally reached the main entrance, there was Bucky—hands shoved in his pockets, shoulders tense. The moment his eyes landed on you, all that tension melted. A slow, disbelieving smile spread across his face, and you swore you saw a slight flush creep up his neck.

“Wow,” he breathed, stepping closer. “You look amazing.”

Your cheeks warmed, but this time it was with genuine confidence. “Thanks. Wanda and Nat helped.”

He nodded, seemingly at a loss for words. “Remind me to, uh…thank them later.”

You chuckled softly. “I’ll let them know.”

The two of you exchanged a few shy glances, the air charged with a thrilling sense of possibility. Bucky offered his arm in that old-fashioned way you found so endearing, and you slipped yours through it, feeling a jolt of warmth as your elbow linked with his. “You ready?” he asked, voice tinged with nervous excitement.

You smiled. “I am.”

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Hypothesis

Nerdy!Natasha Romanoff x Geek!Reader

Avengers High

Attraction has long been defined as when two opposite forces were brought together. In the case of Natasha Romanoff, a shy, introverted nerd at Avengers High, she was still looking for her opposite half.

No one really noticed her as she moved down the hallways of the high school campus. To most she was a face that blended in. She didn’t stand out to anyone. Well she did stand out to you.

She was your best friend. Calm, kind, and loving, you always saw the diamond that she always was. Her heart spoke volumes to yours. You were a geek, always obsessed with Star Wars or James Bond. There is a difference between geeks and nerds. But yet Natasha was always by your side for hangouts after school.

Natasha, despite all the logic, all the incalculable data that she had about chemistry with another person, found her heart fluttering each time you watched a Bond movie with her. Each time you smiled. Every time you cheered her up when the popular gals looked down on her or called her ugly duckling.

“It’s not calculable! The data doesn’t work!” Natasha bemoaned to her lab partner, Maria.

“What?” Maria groans, “is this about your love equation?”

“My equation of total compatibility.” Natasha answered back. “I ran simulations of Steve and I and then of Y/N and I.”

“And?” Maria looks with a bemused grin.

“It says Steve and I should be compatible but I don’t feel anything when I’m near him.”

“And (Y/N)?” Maria smirks.

“It says we have zero compatibility but yet…” Natasha huffs. “I-I think I’m in love with my best friend.”

“Oh Nattie,” Maria chuckles, “love isn’t something you quantify or try to put some equation to. Maybe what need is to test your hypothesis”

“Test? How?”

“Find out if you get sparks or butterflies when you kiss (Y/N)”

“But what if I screw up the only good friendship I have?!” Natasha nearly shouts in the middle of physics class.

“What if it becomes something amazing?” Maria asks, leaving the topic at that.

It was a dangerous game: testing such a hypothesis. On one hand, if her equation was accurate, she might lose your friendship. And if it was proven false, then she’d lose a bit of credibility, at least in her own eyes.

Such a hypothesis test came that night as you and her were watching an old James Bond movie on your couch.

“Geez how does James end up with all these girls?” Natasha asked jokingly.

“Maybe he’s secretly an alien with a powerful pheromone level?” You shrugged.

Natasha paused the movie and turned to you. “I need your help.”

“Sure! What’s up?” You flashed her a quick smile.

“I-I need to test something.” She bit her lip nervously. “Just close your eyes”

You happily obeyed. Natasha leaned in and kissed your lips. The mere touch sent sparks and shivers up and down her whole body.

Your eyes shot open. It was perfect.

Natasha pulled back a blushing, stuttering mess of a teenager. “I-I…umm…wow”

“Yeah. Wow.” You smiled, giggling a little too. “So how was your hypothesis?”

“I’m so happy to prove my equation of compatibility wrong.” She giggles.

“Maybe us being friends interferes with it somehow.” You smirked. “Maybe requires further testing.”

Hypothesis are usually proven or disproven thru various tests, Natasha thought.

“Further testing is required,” she giggles before jumping into your lap, kissing you repeatedly.

Natasha Romanoff. She was your best friend, your favorite nerd. And the love of your life. You and her still kept resting whether or not her equation was correct or not. The equation was put thru tests of dating, proposal, marriage, and eventually children.

Natasha was never more happy than to disprove her own hypothesis of compatibility. You and her, despite the data, were just perfect for each other.

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Cool Rider

[Steve Rogers x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: When another date ends in disaster, and Steve shows up in an attempt to “cheer” you up, you’re instantly against everything. But it’s Steve, and you should know by now that he never takes no for an answer.

WC: 3859

Category: Fluff

A lot of people liked my other Steve fic, so I felt inclined to make another. This time with a lot more fluff (you’re welcome @summerrivera777777).

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Needless to say, you were shocked when you heard the roar of a motorcycle.

You didn’t do well with dates. In your 24 years of life, you had a total of one boyfriend, and he was the absolute worst. So, in the last six months, you have been avoiding all social activities like the plague and focusing solely on yourself and your future.

That meant that you had become very comfortable being a hermit and avoiding any and all contact with other human beings. You were happy that way.

So why was a man who looked like an absolute God sitting on a motorcycle at the front door of your house?

Well, because you broke that rule a week ago.

In all fairness, the man was cute. A nerdy, awkward kind of cute. And he was a gentleman. And you were lonely.

So, when he asked you for your number, you were too lonely to turn him down. You hadn’t expected him to call, and you certainly didn’t expect him to ask you out on a date. But you also didn't think you would have the willpower to say no.

So you accepted, and it turned out to be the biggest regret of your life. The “nerd” was actually a complete dick, and after 30 minutes, you just wanted to go home. But you couldn’t because he refused to pay for the meal, so you were stuck there with him.

The worst part of the night was when he got into his car and tried to follow you home. He kept insisting that he just wanted to be a good guy and make sure that you got home safely, but you were sure that he just wanted to see where you lived and probably get in a few gropes along the way.

Luckily, you were able to lose him about three blocks from your house. It was a good thing, too, because your phone had died a couple of blocks ago, and you were afraid that if you got caught by him, you wouldn't have a way to call for help.

The next day, you made an executive decision to stay the hell away from men, with the exception of a few nice, safe friends. That was how you ended up here, seven days later, hiding in your room and ignoring your doorbell.

The bell kept ringing, and you knew that whoever was out there wasn't going to go away anytime soon. Groaning, you threw your covers off of your body and stomped towards the front door.

You threw open the door, ready to rip someone a new one, when your angry speech caught in your throat.

Steve Rogers was standing on your front porch.

He was a friend from work, to simplify a very long story. You met him two years ago when you started at SHIELD. You were a tech genius, and you worked closely with the Avengers to keep their equipment running.

Steve was always sweet and funny. You had a lot in common and were very close. After a while, you started hanging out with him and his friends, Natasha, Sam, and Bucky. It was great.

As exceptions to men go, he was definitely a big one. He was a walking god, with the physique and the looks to prove it. And here he was, on your front porch, holding keys that belonged to the motorcycle parked out front.

You looked at the motorcycle, then back to Steve, before your face went blank.

"No."

"What?"

"No."

Steve cocked an eyebrow. A smile tugged at his lips as if he were amused. "No?"

"Nope. Whatever you're trying to sell, I'm not buying."

"Why would I be trying to sell you something? I’m not even selling anything."

"It’s an expression, Steve, Jesus." You said, throwing your hands up in exasperation. Steve might’ve been your best friend, but the guy was such a 90-year-old sometimes. "If you think that I'm going to get on that thing with you, you're wrong. It's death on two wheels."

His eyes widened in surprise, a laugh bubbling in his throat. He looked over his shoulder at the bike, then back to you.

"That's... a little dramatic, don't you think?"

"I'm serious, Steve. It's not happening. I don't trust that thing, and I'm not going to die in some freak accident."

He crossed his arms over his chest, the sleeves of his leather jacket tightening over his biceps. His smile didn't fade as he spoke, which only annoyed you more.

"It's not going to kill you. I’m quite insulted that you would think that I would put you in danger."

"You're an Avenger. You put me in danger just by existing."

His lips twitched, and you had the feeling that he was holding back a comment.

"Look," he said, leaning against the door frame. "You haven't come out with us in weeks, and I'm worried. It's not healthy to lock yourself in your house all the time. With the job we have, there's never a guarantee of tomorrow, and if I were you, I'd want to spend every day living it to the fullest."

His words caught you off guard. He was right. It had been almost two months since you had gone out with the group. You just couldn't find the motivation. You were content being at home, alone. You had gotten a little lax in your friendships, only going to work and coming straight home. And now, with the… issues… with your date, you just didn't have the heart to try again.

You could feel your resolve starting to crumble, but you tried to stay strong.

"That's a low blow, Rogers." You grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest. "But my answer is still no."

"You think that was a low blow?” He scoffed as he pushed himself away from the door and took a step forward.

He was so much taller than you, and his presence was overwhelming. With the added tightness of his clothing and the confidence in his eyes, it tricked your eyes into seeing him as bigger than he really was. He was big, of course, but right now, it felt like he was towering over you.

Your heart began to race, a flush spreading over your cheeks.

"You clearly never played football because if you did, you'd know that this was a real low blow."

Without warning, he grabbed you by the waist and threw you over his shoulder.

"Hey!" You squealed, slapping your hand against his lower back. He was wearing a black shirt and jeans, and you could see the muscles ripple in his back with every step that he took. "Put me down!"

"You're going to have fun today."

"Steve! Put me down right now! I swear to God if you don't-"

"You'll what?" He laughed, the deep rumble making your stomach flutter. "Punish me?"

You huffed as you pounded on his back with your fist. You weren't mad at him, really; you just didn't know how to respond.

Steve practically dragged you outside. You were sure that you looked ridiculous, but you were thankful that you lived far enough away from your neighbors for no one to witness this. When he finally set you down next to the motorcycle, you gave him a glare.

"You're an ass, Steve Rogers."

He gave you a smirk as he swung his leg over the bike, his leather jacket tightening around his arm as his muscles flexed. Personally, you hated leather, but the way it fit him...

"Steve, I’m not wearing the right clothes."

He was quiet as his eyes swept over you. You were wearing shorts and a tank top since it was the middle of summer and you were hot, but he was looking at you like you were covered head to toe in leather.

"We can go buy something and change in the bathroom or something."

He seemed to think for a moment before he gave a single nod.

"Sure."

He started the bike and motioned for you to get on behind him. Goddamn it, Steve.

Sighing, you swung your leg over the bike and wrapped your arms around his torso. It was an incredibly intimate position, with your body pressed up against his and your faces mere inches apart. For a moment, you didn’t even realize when he swung a helmet down in front of your face.

"Put this on, Scaredy-Cat."

"Shut up, I'm not scared. Just... concerned."

He raised an eyebrow at you, his smirk still ever-present. You rolled your eyes before slipping the helmet onto your head.

The engine rumbled beneath you, and Steve revved the engine a couple of times, laughing when you squeaked in surprise and gripped him tighter. You could feel the laughter in his chest, his muscles moving under your fingers.

"Hold on tight, princess. Wouldn't want you falling off."

"You're a dick."

"Language."

"I will push you off this bike."

Steve didn't say anything; he just pulled the kickstand up and eased the bike into drive.

You squealed when the bike began to move, tightening your hold on Steve and burying your face in his back. He didn’t seem to mind; he just chuckled and sped up a bit.

You tried not to scream as he maneuvered the bike through traffic, weaving in and out of cars. It was a terrifying experience, especially since you had the distinct impression that Steve was taking advantage of the situation and driving recklessly.

You felt the wind on your legs and the constant hair strands whipping into your face, but you refused to look up. The speed, the closeness of the cars, and the fact that there was nothing keeping you on the bike except for Steve made it impossible to even think about moving.

When Steve finally stopped the bike, you had your eyes closed tight, and your body pressed completely up against him. Your arms were wrapped around him so tightly he was surprised you could breathe.

He took a moment to enjoy the feeling before gently prying your hands off of him and stepping off the bike. He turned and reached out a hand for you, waiting patiently for you to move. When you didn’t, he moved back towards the bike and took the helmet off your head.

You were breathing hard, trying desperately not to show how scared you were.

"It wasn’t that bad."

You shot him a glare, which made him grin.

"Just... shut up."

He laughed and helped you off the bike, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. He was a gentleman, of course, and you couldn’t complain about the feeling of his hard body pressed up against yours, but the sudden closeness was a bit overwhelming.

"Ugh, I think I have whiplash."

"Liar," said Steve with another laugh, be dramatic. You liked it, admit it."

"Whatever, why are you even kidnapping me, anyways?"

"I told you. It's not healthy to sit in a dark room, alone, all day, every day."

"First, rude.” You said, giving him a nudge in the side. He let out a small sound, which made your eyes widen in surprise.

"Did that hurt you, oh Captain, my Captain?"

"It didn't hurt," he grumbled, rolling his eyes. "And second?"

"What?"

"First, rude," he mimicked in a high-pitched voice. "Second?"

"Oh! Yeah, why are we actually doing this?"

That’s when Steve paused. Your heart instantly dropped at his hesitation. Steve only hesitated for two reasons. The first reason would be if he were completely at a loss for words, and clearly, by his recent attitude, that wasn’t the case. So that left the second reason: because he knew something that he either didn’t want to tell you or something he wasn’t supposed to know.

With recent events, it wasn’t difficult to guess what was happening.

"Natasha told you, didn't she."

You were already pulling away from him, ready to go back home and hide in your bed for the rest of eternity, when he caught your wrist.

“Hey,” His voice was softer, and there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. “It doesn't matter. What matters is that you have a good time today, alright? So, forget about what happened, forget about what Natasha said, and just focus on having a good day. Okay?"

“I don’t want a pity date, Steve. It’s nice that you care and everything, but-”

"I'm not pity dating you." His voice was firm, and his face was hard, the complete opposite of the way it was just moments before.

"Then what do you call this? My actual date sucked, and I've been cooped up in my house, so you thought, 'Hey, why not take her out and show her a good time?'"

Steve let out a sigh and shook his head, his fingers loosening around your wrist. "No, no. That's not... I'm sorry."

The change in him was drastic. He seemed to shrink in on himself, and his head drooped like a kicked puppy.

"Steve,"

He lifted his head and looked at you, his baby-blue eyes filled with guilt.

"You have no idea how badly I want to punch that guy for treating you like that.” He spoke softly as if the words were only meant for him to hear. But, as the saying goes, the walls have ears, and the parking lot was pretty damn quiet. “But that's not what this is. You're my friend, and I hate to see you sad. I'm not here just because of a stupid date. I'm here because I care about you."

There was a pause, a heavy silence hanging between the two of you. He was looking at you expectantly, a pleading look in his eyes.

"I'm not going to make you talk about it if you don't want to."

"Okay,"

"And I'm not going to bring it up again unless you do.”

"Okay."

"And, I'm not going to ask you for anything in return, maybe a little more conversation, a smile, maybe a laugh, but other than that..."

A smile slowly crept onto your face. He had the uncanny ability to make everyone else smile, regardless of their mood, and he was the only one who could do it. It’s not that his jokes were particularly funny because they weren't, but it was the way he said them.

He was an awkward, nervous mess most of the time, but when he was confident when he was in his element, there was no stopping him.

"You sure you want to waste all your energy on me, old man?"

His lips twitched at the nickname, his eyes brightening. "For you, doll? Anything."

And there it was. That goddamn smile that made your heart skip a beat and butterflies erupt in your stomach. He was just too sweet, and it was completely unfair.

"Come on," he said, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and tugging you close. "Let's get you something nice."

You smiled as you walked next to him. As much as you hated the motorcycle ride, it was nice to spend some time with Steve. He parked outside a Target, and the two of you walked in, immediately making your way to the women's section.

You took charge almost immediately, going to the racks and picking out different things. Steve followed behind you, carrying your armfuls of clothes as you added more. You went through rack after rack, throwing the things that caught your eye into his arms.

After about the tenth outfit, you turned around and saw him standing there, his arms filled with clothing and a smile on his face. You ignored it or tried to, as you turned back around and went to another rack.

When you finally finished, you had an armful of outfits, and Steve was practically weighed down. He didn't seem to mind, though, and you had the feeling that he had enjoyed his role as a pack mule. When the shopping was done, you ran to the bathrooms and changed into the outfit while Steve waited outside.

A pullover hoodie and a pair of jeans, the closest thing that Target had to leather. Not exactly what you wanted, but it would work. When you stepped out of the stall, you found Steve sitting in one of the chairs, flipping through a magazine. Such a 90-year-old, again.

He looked up when he heard the door open, his eyes sweeping over your form.

"Where to now? The ditch?"

Steve rolled his eyes, a smile spreading across his lips. "You’re an avid book reader, right? What's the biggest bookstore in the area?"

"Are we going to Barnes and Noble or something?"

"If that's what's closest."

You paused, watching his expression. There was no sign of teasing, no hint that this was a joke.

"…Really? Barnes and Noble?"

"Is that an issue?"

The disbelief must have been written on your face because Steve gave a loud laugh, throwing his head back.

"Oh, come on. I can be spontaneous!"

"Sure," you mumbled, trying not to show how happy his statement had made you. He remembered a stupid fact about you that you had told him months ago. And he had stored it, not forgotten it.

You felt like you were in the twilight zone, but you weren't complaining.

Steve bought the outfit and threw the tags away, and the two of you got back on the motorcycle. It was easier, this time, with the knowledge that he had cared enough to listen to your ramblings. Maybe he cared enough to calm it.

You had your face buried in his back, not out of fear this time, but out of comfort. You couldn’t see him smile as he sped up, but you could feel it.

At Barnes and Noble, he sat and watched as you wandered the store, a smile on his face. He didn’t say anything, didn't pressure you into talking, didn’t even try to join in; he just sat and listened as you read him the summaries of the books. You didn’t even mean to; it just kind of happened.

One moment, you were looking through the books; the next, you were reading the synopsis out loud to Steve. He didn’t say anything, didn't make any indication that he was listening, but you could tell by the way his head would turn towards you when you spoke. And once again, Steve was your personal pack mule, carrying the books that you were interested in.

By the end of the night, he had an armful of books, a satisfied smile on his face, and you were laughing. You couldn’t remember the last time you had laughed this much, the last time you had felt so happy.

When you got home, the sky was dark, and the moon was high. Steve followed you inside and set the books down on the coffee table. He had refused to let you carry them, insisting that they would get ruined in your hands. You didn't bother fighting him on it and allowed him to carry them.

"Do you want a drink or anything? Something to eat?" It was obvious you were slightly nervous now, but Steve didn’t seem the notice… or even care at this point.

"No, thank you. I should probably be getting back."

"Oh." You paused, not really wanting him to leave, but you couldn’t ask him to stay. You were friends, that was it, and nothing more. "Okay, yeah."

"Well," he started, his fingers flexing by his side. "I'll see you soon, then?"

"Yeah," you said, giving him a smile. "See you soon, Steve."

He looked like he was going to say something else before he gave you a soft smile and walked out.

Once he was gone, you shut the door and let out a sigh. Today was perfect, and you hated yourself for it. You hated yourself for enjoying yourself, hated that you were able to push away all thoughts of him. It was like the universe was taunting you, dangling the perfect guy in front of your face, and you couldn’t have him.

"Why him, huh?"

"I can still hear you." Steve's voice echoed through the house despite his absence in it, and you internally groaned as you got up to stare out the window. Damn, his super hearing.

You pulled the blinds aside and watched as Steve got on his bike, his helmet still in his hands.

"Steve."

He paused, turning his head towards the house. He couldn’t hear what you were saying now that he was by his bike, not with the closed windows, but he could see the silhouette of your body against the curtains. You lifted it up in an instant, an invitation.

"Steve.” You repeated, and this time he heard it. Loud and clear.

"Yeah?"

"Did you really mean it? That this wasn’t a pity date?"

Steve paused for a moment, his lips slightly parted. After a moment, he rested his helmet on the handlebars and made his way back to you. He stopped inches from you, slightly bending down through the window.

A smile and a simple glimpse at your lips was his only answer. He looked back in your eyes, his expression soft, waiting. He was leaving it up to you, not wanting to push, not wanting to scare. He wanted it, but he wasn’t going to force it.

It was all the incentive that you needed.

You reached through the window and grabbed his jacket, pulling him forward and crashing your lips together. It was desperate and slightly awkward since you were halfway through the window, but neither of you seemed to care.

Steve reached forward and grabbed the side of the window, pushing it open even further and lifting you through. You let out a surprised squeak, which quickly turned into a moan as he pressed you up against the house.

His lips were warm and softer than you expected. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss.

After a few moments, Steve pulled away, his forehead resting on yours and a smile on his face.

"Okay, this wasn't a pity date."

Steve let out a laugh, the breath puffing against your face.

"Good. Glad we established that."

"What was this, then? I've been told that Captain America wasn’t one to put out on the first date."

"Oh, yeah. Definitely not. I'm a gentleman."

"Then what's this, Steve? What was today?"

His arm tightened around you, and he pressed his lips against your forehead, taking a moment to gather his thoughts.

"Like I said, I can be spontaneous."

"Spontaneous," you mumbled, letting out a laugh.

"And," he continued, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. "It seems good girls like a little bad every now and then. You especially, given your choice of dates."

"So, is that what this is? Captain America showing me a good time?"

"No. This is Steve Rogers showing his girl a good time."

"Your girl, huh?"

"Yeah," he murmured, his lips inches from yours. "My girl."

And when his lips met yours again, all you could think about was the leather jacket, the motorcycle, and the promise of more.

And a whole lot more bad.

[ozwriterchick]

Back to Us - Chapter 10 (Final)

Summary: Y/n wakes after an accident to her Avengers team-mates. But something isn't quite right and only Steve and Tony can see it.

Characters/Relationships: Steve Rogers x Reader; Tony Stark; Natasha Romanoff; Other Avengers Characters

Content warnings: Mentions of an accident (no details yet); If I missed any, let me know

A/N: If you want to be tagged, let me know.

Not beta'd so any mistakes are my own. I don't write smut, but there are allusions to smut in my stories.

Back to Us Masterlist

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Word count: 2055 (approx.)

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Later that afternoon, Wanda & Nat help you get ready for your date with Steve.  They do your hair and makeup and help you pick a dress that will knock Steve’s socks off.

The red dress you found in your closet just called to you when you flicked through everything and Nat and Wanda exchanged glances when you sighed and said “This is the one.”

At exactly 6pm, there’s a knock on the door and all of a sudden you have a stomach full of butterflies.  You open the door to Steve standing there in a navy suit with a tie that is very close to matching the blue of his eyes.

“Well, Captain Rogers, you look very handsome.  I love the suit.  Maybe we should have met downstairs, cause I might not want to go anywhere right now.” You say, blushing and thanking your lucky stars that Nat & Wanda are no longer with you.  They would have teased you mercilessly for a long time over that one.

Steve laughs “I agree sweetheart, you look simply ravishing and I really would love nothing better than to see that dress on the floor, but we have reservations, so we have to get going.”

You laugh and kiss him before turning and walking in front of him down the stairs, swinging your hips as you go.

After about a half hour drive, you pull up outside a vaguely familiar restaurant.

“Steve, we’ve been here before, haven’t we?” you asked as he holds the car door open for you and offers you his hand to help you out.

“That we have gorgeous.  In fact, it’s one of our favourite places for a nice dinner out.”

You walk in and the hostess greets you like old friends.  You try to remember her but can’t quite place her in your head yet.  She leads you to a seat in the back that is fairly secluded and lit up with lots of candles.  There’s a bunch of red roses on the table and you look at Steve.

“Are these for me?” He nods. “They’re gorgeous.  How did I get so lucky?”

“I think I’m the lucky one, honey.  Sit, sit.  First course will be out shortly.”

Dinner is incredible, you wish you remembered this place but hope that the memories will come back to you like all the others. 

The conversation flows nicely and you feel like Steve is trying to make you remember some of the smaller stuff by bringing up stories from your relationship.

When dinner is done, Steve suggests going for a walk before you head home.  You agree quickly because it’s beautiful clear weather, and you really don’t want the night to end.

You head towards a local park nearby, hand in hand and Steve goes very quiet. 

“Penny for your thoughts, Cap?”

Steve stops and turns to face you, he grabs your hands and lifts one and presses a kiss on the back of your hand.

“I got very lucky the day you agreed to be mine.  Over the past couple of months I thought I’d lost you totally, and my heart couldn’t have been happier than when you remembered us.”

He leads you around the corner for you to see the small jetty in the park, over a lake that is twinkling in the starlight, all lit up with fairy lights and more roses.

“Steve, when did you do this?”

“Y/n, I love you with all my heart, with everything I am and everything I have.”

He gets down on one knee and pulls a box out of his pocket.  Opening the box you see a gorgeous diamond ring.

“I got lucky once, but I would be the luckiest guy in the world to be able to do this twice with the same woman.

Y/n, will you be my wife, will you be mine for the rest of our lives?”

You realise you are crying, as is Steve, but your answer is obvious “Yes Steve, of course. I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather do this with twice.”  You both laugh, through your tears.

He stands up and puts the ring on your finger and you kiss.  Just then you hear a commotion and look up to see Nat & Wanda heading across the park crying with happiness and demanding to see the ring - even though they already knew what it looked like.

You realise they would have helped Steve out with this, and keeping an eye on it while you had dinner.

All of a sudden a memory hits you and you gasp.

“Y/n, sweetheart is everything ok?” Steve asks, hoping you aren’t changing your mind.

“Oh Steve, this is exactly how you planned our first engagement isn’t it.  I just remembered.”

“Only the best for you my gorgeous girl.  It was perfect the first time, and if you never remembered it, I wanted you to have it as the memory of our engagement.”

You start crying again at his sweetness and thoughtfulness to give you this amazing memory the exact same as the first time.  You throw your arms around his neck and smash your lips to his, to which he immediately kisses you back, putting his hand on the back of your head.

A few minutes later, you hear a clearing of a throat and remember that Nat & Wanda are here with you, so you apologise and suggest you all head back to the compound.

Tony is waiting as you enter the common room the next morning. “Hey you lovebirds, how are things, any progress on the rest of the memories?”

“Not much more than last night I’m afraid.” You say sadly. “But we’ve been enjoying ‘getting to know each other’ again.”

Tony laughs “Is that what the kids are calling it these days?”

“Shut up old man.��� You laugh at his statement as if he is double your age.

“So, what’s on the agenda for today?” Tony asked.

“Y/n wanted me to tell her about Noah, she remembered me mentioning him and my reaction when she didn’t remember him yesterday.  We wanted to see what your thoughts were on that one - we don’t want to jeopardise any progress Y/n’s already made.” Steve explained to Tony.

Tony calls Bruce in to get his input on this one.

“Well, given she has most of her memories back except this one, maybe it’s not too big a leap?” Bruce suggests.

“Right, well, I need to go do something,” Steve says. “I’ll be back soon and we’ll talk then, ok Y/n?”

“Oh, ok, are you sure you need to leave now?  Like, right now?”

“Yes, Sweetheart, but I’ll be back as soon as quickly as I can.”

Steve leaves and you look at Tony & Bruce who shrug.  They both know where he’s going and what he’s doing but they don’t want to spoil anything.

“Well, if he’s going somewhere, I’m going to go for a run to clear my head and hopefully he’ll be back before, or just after I am.”  You head up to your room to change and head out into the compound gardens, following the running path that Tony had installed so you could all exercise outside in the fresh air.

The breeze in your face grounds you and makes you happy, but not as happy as knowing that Steve never cheated on his fiancé with you, that you are his fiancé, and all is now right with the world and that soon, you would find out about Noah.

Steve returns to the compound a little while later with Noah.

“Tony, where’s Y/n?” he asks.

“She went for a run Steve, hopefully won’t be too long.  Hey mini Cap, you wanna come with me and get something to eat?” he asks Noah.

Noah looks excitedly to Steve.  Apart from you, Steve and his honorary aunts and uncles, food is one of his favourite things.

“Thanks Tony,” Steve answers. “Hey Buddy, how about you go with Uncle Tony and we will see you soon.”

Noah nods and Tony takes his hand and leads him to the kitchen.  Steve sits in the lounge with Bruce, waiting for Y/n to come back from her run.

Tony re-enters the lounge and looks around “Isn’t she back yet?  I don’t think I can fit any more food into this kid.”  Noah is now sitting at the coffee table, drawing and colouring.

“What time did she go for her run,” Steve asks them. “It’s a couple of hours since I left to get Noah, she should be back by now.”

Steve starts freaking out, hoping she hasn’t left again, or worse.  He tries to hide his worry from Noah, because he doesn’t need to see that right now.

Tony asks Friday to call everyone together.

FRIDAY: All Avengers, please meet in the lounge immediately

The Avengers assemble in the lounge and Tony tells them Y/n went for a run about 2.5 hours ago and hasn’t returned. 

“Noah is here, waiting to see Y/n for the first time in months, so we need to find her.  Let’s all spread out and look.  Stay on Comms and let me know if you see anything.” Tony explains.

The Avengers spread out and searched the compound grounds for you.  After about half an hour, they all came back to the lounge, no sign of you at all.

Steve is getting anxious so he starts Noah’s night-time routine to distract himself.

“Steve, is her phone here?” Bruce asks him.

“I can’t see it, but hang on let me ring it.” Steve dials your number and listens to it ring.. and ring.. and ring. “It’s ringing, she’s not answering, but it’s ringing.”

Tony sighs. “Ok, maybe we can track it - I don’t know why we didn’t think of it before.  Sorry Steve.”

“Just find her Tony, I can’t lose her, Noah can’t lose her.”

All of a sudden, a commotion downstairs interrupts their conversation.  They look at each other and Tony runs downstairs.  Nat comes up and tells Steve to go, she’ll keep an eye on Noah for now.

Steve runs downstairs to see you on one of the beds in the lab.

“What the hell happened?” Steve demanded.

“Language Steve.” Bucky laughed, trying to cut the tension with a little humour.

“Now is not the time Buck.  What happened to her?”

Bucky explains “I found her, she’d fallen and was unconscious when I got to her, I hope this doesn’t put her memory recovery back, can you tell if she hit her head yet?”

“It doesn’t look like it,” Bruce answers. “It could just be the shock of the fall.  But we’ll have to wait for her to wake up.”

“I can’t do this again.  What if she doesn’t wake up this time.” Steve worries.

The Avengers all try to comfort Steve, not knowing what else to do.

Time jump - 2 Days have passed and you are still unconscious. 

Even Tony is worried at this point. “We might have to transfer her to the hospital if she doesn’t wake up today.”

“Geez are you two ladies all right, no hospital, ok?” you try to joke.

“Y/n, you’re awake, how are you feeling?” Tony asks you, hopeful that your memory hadn’t gone backwards.

“A little groggy and a splitting headache, but ok otherwise I think.  What happened?  I remember Steve left to get Noah and I went for a run.”

Steve’s eyes went wide as he looked at you and took in what you said.  “Wait, you knew I went to get Noah?”

You laugh at his shock “Well, where else would you have gone, he wasn’t here and he needs his Mum & Dad.  Where is he? I need to see him.”

“Oh my gosh sweetheart, I’ll go get him.”

Steve runs upstairs and returns with Noah who gets super excited to see his Mummy.  You hold your hands out to him and he practically jumps out of Steve’s arms into yours, giggling the whole time.

“Mummy, I miss you. Don’ go ‘way ‘gen, ‘k?” Noah asks flashing you his big blue-green puppy-dog eyes, exactly like his Dad’s.

“I won’t bubba, I’m here to stay forever.” You reply to him.

“My family is back together” Steve says incredulously.

THE END. Maybe…

Tag List: @wolfbeanpotion @vioplay19 @jason-todd-fangirl-14 @crazyunsexycool @zaraomarrogers @bitchy-bi-trash @mrsnikstan @harrysnovia @salemslostwitch

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

If He Wanted To He Would

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: nothing too bad honestly reader gets stood up for a date but that's it

Genre: it's pretty much all fluff, there's a little angst but nothing much

Summary: your boyfriend is a total asshole and Loki can't stand to see you upset over it. // "If He Wanted To He Would But Thank God That He Didn't" - Johnny Orlando

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You take one final look at yourself in the mirror in your room and give a satisfied nod at your final choice. A black dress paired with red pumps and a matching red clutch. The dress is short and flattering in all the best places. It's simple but for a dinner date with your boyfriend, you think it's the perfect look for tonight. When you leave your room and pass the common space on your way out you barely notice several of your teammates sitting in the living room until one of them whistles at you. Sam, to be exact, and your eyes snap up from your phone where you're checking the address of the restaurant you're meeting at.

"Thank you Sam." You roll your eyes with a smirk.

"Where are you going?" Tony asks.

"A date." You say casually.

"A date?" Loki snorts as he crosses from the kitchen to the living room with the others.

"Yes, a date. My boyfriend and I are finally both free at the same time so we're taking advantage of it." You say rolling your eyes at his tone.

"Well you look great!" Thor says.

"Thank you Thor."

"Have a good time y/n." Steve nods.

"That's the plan Stevie."

"Keep us updated if anything happens." Natasha tells you.

"You've got my location Nat, but I'll be fine." You chuckle finally making it to the elevator. Outside of the building you quickly hail a cab and give the driver the address to the restaurant you're going to. Usually, your boyfriend Eric would come to get you from the tower but some of the others like to give him a hard time whenever he's around so to save him the hassle tonight you told him to meet you at the restaurant instead. When you walk into the restaurant the host immediately greets you warmly.

"Hello miss welcome, do you have a reservation with us this evening?" She smiles.

"I do yes, table for two, it should be under Eric." You tell her. She taps on the screen in front of her for a moment before grabbing two menus.

"Of course, right this way miss." She says walking into the dining room. You follow her to your table and take a seat. "Someone will be with you shortly if you'd like to order a drink while you wait for the other member of your party." She says before walking off. You grab the drink menu and look at their collection of wines and cocktails, one glass, while you wait, should do just fine. Eric will likely be here before you've even finished it. When a waiter comes to your table you order a glass of red wine and inform him you're waiting for someone before you order food. You nurse that one glass of wine for much longer than you usually would as if prolonging that glass will make it feel like less time is passing than is actually passing. Eventually, one glass turns to two as the minutes tick by and you don't nurse the second one so much, resigning yourself to the fact that Eric is very late. When a half hour turns to an hour and you're on your third glass of whine you finally call Eric. At this point, you're worried something has happened to him, which is made no better by the fact that he does not answer your phone call. You leave a message, as calmly as you can, telling him you're worried and to call you back because he's extremely late for dinner. Ten minutes after calling, when your third glass of wine is very close to empty you finally receive a text from Eric.

Something came up. Won't be able to make it tonight. Sorry for the late notice.

You try to ignore the sting of tears pricking the back of your eyes as you read his words. You've been stood up, by your boyfriend. Who you haven't had a chance to spend any meaningful time with for months now. And he couldn't even be bothered to tell you before you left the house. He couldn't even be bothered to call you. The next time your waiter walks by you wave him over to your table.

"Yes miss?" He asks.

"The person I was meeting is no longer able to make it so, I'll just take the bill for the wine and be on my way." You explain.

"Of course." He nods. It only takes a few minutes for you to pay for your glasses of wine and leave the restaurant. Part of you wants to walk back to the tower, give you more time to clear your head, but three glasses of wine and five inch stilettos do not make for great walking conditions so you flag down a taxi to take you back home where you will hide in a secluded part of the tower until it's late enough for you to be seen by the others without having to admit that your boyfriend is actually a good for nothing jerk because that is not a conversation you want to have tonight. When you get to the tower you bypass the main floor assuming everyone is still hanging out there, after all it hasn't even been two hours since you left, and go up a couple more floors to where there's a balcony no one really uses. You lean against the railing and look at the bustling city below, from this high up it's much quieter but the movement never stops and no amount of height will change that.

"You're home early." A voice says behind you and you jump slightly. You turn around to find Loki leaning against the doorframe.

"You're not with everyone else." You say since we're stating the obvious it seems.

"I saw the elevator."

"What?"

"It went all the way down, and then came up here and I had a feeling I'd find you here." He says.

"Okay."

"Why are you sulking up here? Was dinner with the boyfriend that boring?" He asks walking over to lean on the railing next to you.

"I don't want to talk about this right now Loki." You mutter looking away from him.

"Oh come on, there has to be a reason you're home in under two hours, date night used to mean we wouldn't expect you home til morning." Loki nudges you slightly.

"Yeah well, that requires him to actually show up." You mumble quietly.

"What?"

"He didn't come Loki. I sat in that restaurant and waited for an hour drinking wine by myself and then after 75 minutes, he sent me a text. Something came up, he's not gonna make it, he's sorry for the late notice. Late notice he says, over an hour into our date. My boyfriend stood me up, that's why I'm home early." You sigh.

"He stood you up?! What a dick." He frowns and you scoff at his assessment. "I know he's your boyfriend but like- it's an asshole thing to do."

"I noticed thanks." You say bitterly. There's a moment of silence where Loki tries to figure out what to say.

"Right, let's go." He eventually says.

"What?" You frown.

"Let's go. You got all dressed up and you look gorgeous. You deserve to have a nice night out so if your boyfriend is too stupid to do it, I will."

"You don't have to." You shake your head.

"I know. Come on."

"Wait where are we going?" You ask.

"You'll see."

"Well, wherever you take me, make sure there's food involved because I've had 3 glasses of wine and my last meal was way too many hours ago."

"Right. Food." He laughed. "I've actually never seen you drunk I realize."

"Yeah well, the mutant thing means alcohol affects me differently plus I'm usually very particular about my consumption, I always have the correct ratio of food to drink but apparently being stood up is enough to throw off my carefulness."

"Grab my hand." Loki says. You frown at him suspiciously but he just looks at you with a smile that reminds you of the Cheshire Cat and waits for you to place your hand in his. When you eventually do the world disappears around you for a moment but before you can even react to the feeling of nothingness beneath your feet, you're heels connect with concrete again and Loki's grip tightens around yours to keep you from stumbling. You look around and immediately recognize the lights and sounds.

"An arcade?! You brought me to an arcade?" You blink at him in shock.

"Do you hate it? We can go somewhere else if-"

"No! It's... it's good. I didn't think you liked arcades." You say.

"What did I say before we left?" He asks you and you immediately know what he's asking about.

"I deserve to have a nice night out."

"Precisely and since you like this sort of thing it felt like the perfect choice."

"I just don't want you to force yourself to be here if you hate-"

"I don't hate it. Besides it's not about me. This night is about making sure you enjoy yourself in spite of your insufferable loser of a boyfriend, which, by the way, if you don't leave him I will find him myself and make him sorry he ever even thought to hurt you." Loki says.

"I don't want to think about that right now Loki." You shake your head ignoring the way his words send delightful shivers down your back. Perhaps the idea of him hurting your boyfriend shouldn't excite you, but there's something vindicating about having someone willing to fight for you when your boyfriend has become so discarding over time.

"Right, food first, these places sell pizza and chicken wings and such right? What would you like?" Loki asks scanning the arcade to figure out where food can be ordered. When he finds the restaurant side, he places a hand on the small of your back to guide you over to it. It's an unconscious gesture that he doesn't even think about when he does it, but heat crawls up your spine at the contact and you have to try not to react.

"Pizza's fine." You say when Loki looks at you once you're at the counter to order. He nods and turns to the person behind the counter.

"Three slices of pizza, and 100 game tokens." He says.

"We use game passes here and you do that yourself. Over there." The guy says pointing at a corner where three self service kiosks stand against the wall.

"Then just the pizza." Loki says.

"There's only two of us Loki, you ordered three slices." You point out.

"Yes because you've had three glasses of wine in two hours and haven't eaten since I'd guess 1 o'clock. We're trying to offset that, remember? So you'll have two slices." He explains taking the plates from the guy at the counter. He hands you one and holds the other two. "Come, let's get a game pass. Whatever that means." Loki nods his head towards the kiosks. You have to help him figure out how to actually purchase the game pass but soon you're walking around the arcade playing various games. Loki mostly follows you and watches but sometimes you manage to convince him to play a game with you too. A couple of hours of laughing and gaming later, you find one of those little photo booths nestled in a corner and you don't even let Loki protest before you're dragging him into it.

"Have you been in one of these before?" You ask him as you feed a bill into the slot of the machine.

"Of course not. Why would I ever come into a cramped box by choice?"

"You take photos in it dummy, and then it prints them out on a little film strip." You explain with a laugh.

"I don't understand the point of this."

"It's just for fun." You shrug pressing start on the machine. "Okay, there will be a count down and then it'll take a picture of us. It'll do that five times."

"Simple enough." He nods. In the first photo you simply lean your head on his shoulder with your arm wrapped around his and you smile, not noticing the way he glances at you from the choice. For the second photo, you insist he makes a silly face with you and despite rolling his eyes he puffs out his cheeks at the last second while you stick your tongue out. The third photo you forget to pose for, laughing so hard at Loki's puffed up cheeks that the camera simply snaps you like that. For the fourth photo, you hold Loki's face in your hands and give him a ridiculously stern look while he stares at you with utter confusion in his eyes. For the last photo you give Loki a kiss on the cheek before you can think better of it.

"Thank you, for this. Eric probably won't even bother to make tonight up to me so, I appreciate you doing this to cheer me up. It's the best night I've had in a while." You say to him quietly. Loki blinks at you for a moment while contemplating his response.

"If- if he wanted to be a better boyfriend, he would be a better boyfriend. You deserve, so much better than that... that boneheaded fool." Loki says, slowly, softly, like he can tell he's toeing a line that he shouldn't be. You stare at Loki for too long, the booth feels too small, you take a shaky breath and chuckle, flinging open the curtain that hides you both from the rest of the arcade.

"Who knew you could be such a softie." You joke stepping out of the photo booth. You can't stay in here with him. Loki frowns as he slides out of the booth after you.

"Y/n, I'm serious. You deserve better."

"I know, Loki. Trust me, I know. I'm going to break up with him. I just wasn't going to do it over text." You shrug.

"I think you should."

"What?"

"Do it over text. Why not? He couldn't be bothered to do more than text you after leaving you waiting in a restaurant for over an hour. He should be lucky you'll give him even that much. A text- that is all he deserves if that. I'd give him less if it were possible." Loki says. You sigh and turn to collect your photos from the booth.

"Here. These are yours." You hand him his photo strip.

"What do I do with these?"

"Whatever you'd like. Some people hang them up, some people keep them in their wallets, others have a memory box, you can trash them if you like, I- I don't know. They just- they print out two so, you get one."

"I'm not going to trash them. You look happy. In these pictures. You look... just, happy." Loki says examining the small photos in his hand. He'll hold onto them.

"I am happy. Thanks to you, thanks to this, tonight. I am happy." You say.

"I'm glad I could show you a good time." He nods. You won't say you and Loki haven't been close, because that's not entirely true. You've always had a friendly relationship, mostly filled with benevolent quips and taunts more than anything else, you may not spend a lot of time hanging out but you've always considered him a friend. Tonight you think, maybe, he's even more than that. You're not entirely sure what to do about that thought, but you don't immediately shove it away. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad... if Loki were more than your friend. 

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[iam93percentstardust]

for your kiss prompts, i think ""i think this is the part where you're supposed to kiss me"" has big Tony energy 💋

Aha! I return! Just like before, this is Part 1 of a 3-part fic combined from the other two prompts in my inbox

Hope you enjoy! <3

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Steve had almost said no when Natasha set him up on yet another blind date. He’s been on way too many of those things and he’s getting tired of them. It’s not that the people she recommends are bad but none of them have clicked with him like he was hoping for when she’d first suggested the idea. Natasha is a great matchmaker; she’s set up most of the people in their circle of friends. And after years of trying and failing to find a long-term partner, Steve had been willing to take a chance on just about anyone. He’d had high hopes for her suggestions, though; after all, no one else had seen the potential in Sam and Bucky. But none of them had worked out.

When she’d come to him with another date after the last failure, he’d almost turned her down. He’d been planning on turning her down. He’s still not sure how she’d talked him into agreeing to just one more blind date.

But he’s glad that he did because Tony is amazing. He’s funny and smart and a great tipper, which is always a plus in Steve’s book. He listens intently as Steve talks about his art and doesn’t go so over his head when he’s talking about his own work in robotics. They don’t agree on anything but the big things, but somehow, arguing with Tony over his favorite books and movies and hot drinks is more fun than if they liked all of the same things.

He had walked to the restaurant since he lives only a few blocks away. As it turns out, so does Tony, though in the opposite direction, so Steve offers to walk him home because his ma raised a gentleman. Tony looks delighted at the hand that Steve offers him and takes it, shyly confessing that he’s never had a partner who wanted to hold hands in public (Steve would like to hunt down every person who never wanted to be seen in public with him).

When they reach Tony’s apartment—a much nicer building than the one Steve lives in, all gilded Art Deco and bright open spaces—Tony tugs them to a stop just under the awning.

“This was really nice,” he says. “I’d like to do this again.”

“Oh good, me too,” Steve replies around a relieved sigh and then immediately wants to put his face in his hands. That probably sounded too eager, didn’t it? He’s supposed to play it cool, say something like ‘yeah, sure,’ right?

Tony, however, just giggles. “It’s nice not having to worry if you’re playing games,” he says. Oh. That makes things better.

“So I guess we should exchange phone numbers, then?” he asks. It’s been so long since he cared about a second date that he’s forgotten how this is supposed to go.

“Probably,” Tony agrees and waits for Steve to pull out his phone so he can recite his number. Steve texts him a quick This is Steve, so Tony will have his number.

“Guess I should wish you a goodnight, then,” Steve says, kind of wishing that the night never had to end.

“You don’t think you’re forgetting something?” Tony looks very amused.

Steve thinks back over the night. He’s got his wallet, he has Tony’s phone number, they’ve agreed to see each other again. “…No?”

“I think this is the part where you’re supposed to kiss me,” Tony says.

“Oh!” Steve exclaims. “You’d—you’d like that?”

Tony steps in closer to him, running his hands over Steve’s shoulders. “Yeah, big guy, I’d like that a lot.”

Well, Steve can kiss him. That’s totally something he can do. That’s—Tony kisses him first, tasting like strawberry daiquiris and powdered sugar from the dessert they’d shared. Steve’s hands settle on his hips, fingers digging into the probably-expensive fabric of his shirt. His eyes flutter closed, his mind blank, existing in the moment instead of worrying about what happens next.

It comes to an end all too soon. Tony steps back, and Steve’s eyes open again in time to see his soft smile.

“Goodnight, Tony,” Steve murmurs.

Tony leans in to kiss his cheek. “Goodnight, Steve. I’ll text you.”

“Okay,” he agrees, thinking it’ll be the next day before Tony contacts him for another date. But to his surprise, he’s barely gone two feet down the street before his phone buzzes.

He pulls it out and can’t help smiling at the message: Are you free tomorrow?

Alright, so maybe Natasha’s pretty good at this after all.

[doctorhelena]

Steggy Fic: Teach My Feet to Fly, Chapter 13/14

Summary: Peggy Carter, a world class ice hockey player learning to figure skate as part of a Canadian reality show, has an iron-clad rule about never, ever dating a teammate. Which means that she’ll simply have to get over the ridiculous attraction she has to her new figure skating partner, Steve Rogers.

Note: This story is complete, and has 14 chapters in total. New chapters are posted weekly on Fridays.

It’s also a very long-delayed thank you gift fic for the lovely @teaandatale!

Rating: PG

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Excerpt:

Toronto, Canada Battle of the Blades, Week 9  Fifth Week of Competition (Tuesday) Finale

Peggy had been skeptical that even Steve could make a spangly leisure suit look attractive, but when she actually saw him emerging from the men's dressing room the evening of the finale, she realized she’d been very, very wrong.

Her jaw actually dropped a little. The arms, legs, and back of his sparkly red, white, and blue outfit were fairly standard, as far as figure skating costumes went, but the part that truly evoked the disco era was the very deep V that exposed not only his entire chest, but a rather generous portion of his abs as well. Without thinking, Peggy reached out to touch his chest, then pulled her hand back almost as quickly as she’d reached out, her mouth still hanging open. Good God. She wasn’t entirely certain whether to bless or curse Darcy Lewis.

Steve, in turn, looked like he couldn’t decide if he should be gratified or embarrassed, and had settled for a little of both. “How do I look?”

“In very good shape,” Peggy said faintly, then cleared her throat. “Is that costume actually - legal for competition?” There was an unobtrusive, loose mesh holding the V together, but it wasn’t hiding much. Somewhere in the back of her mind she thanked her lucky stars that the fabric her own costume was held together with was somewhat sturdier, and considerably more opaque. 

Behind her, she heard Natasha snicker.

“I’m not actually sure it would be legal for international competition,” said Angie, sounding a bit awe-struck. “But, apparently it’s legal for Battle of the Blades.” She stepped forward a bit to get in on the ogling of Steve. “And might I just say, God bless America. And also whichever producer okayed this.”

Beside her, Sam was also eyeing Steve's muscles a bit incredulously. “What do you bench press, man? Elephants?”

“Gee, thanks a lot,” said Natasha, dryly.

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Established Relationships Masterlist 2

part one

all the very best of us (ao3) - napricot sam/bucky M, 14k

Summary: Being engaged is great. Actually planning a wedding though? That’s not nearly as fun. But with the help of the bird population of New York, along with Steve's unexpected but surprisingly effective assistance as a wedding planner, maybe Sam and Bucky can get to the altar with a minimum of stress.

A Perfect Match (ao3) - kickcows pepper/tony E, 10k

Summary: Tony comes home and finds a note from his lover, giving him specific instructions that he'd be a fool not to follow.

butterfly kisses (ao3) - faerialchemist sam/bucky T, 17k

Summary: “But,” Bucky continued, certain his face was only turning a deeper shade of scarlet by the second, “this is our first real trip to New Orleans together. I guess I was hoping it would be more…” He swallowed hard, staring anywhere except Sam’s eyes before muttering, “Romantic.” Because really—how romantic could a bug museum be?

Sam stared at him for a moment, and Bucky groaned the second he saw a grin tugging at his partner’s lips. “Dammit, Sam. Don’t say it—”

“You, James Barnes, are a total softie,” Sam declared, gently knocking Bucky’s shoulder.

(Or: the Sambucky date to the Audubon Insectarium no one asked for. Cue bad flirting through bug metaphors, strange facts about insects, and—if Bucky has his way—more than just a hint of romance.)

for better, for worse (ao3) - shrack loki/mobius G, 33k

Summary: Everyone knows that the new English professor, Loki Laufeyson, is married. Everyone knows that the history professor, Dr. Mobius, is married. These are two, universal truths among the student body at TVA. But nobody knows that they’re married to each other.

Free to Give (ao3) - STARSdidathing loki/tony T, 2k

Summary: Loki realises his lover trusts him, but he isn't sure that Anthony should.

Going to Extremes (ao3) - scottxlogan bucky/tony T, 4k

Summary: When an exceedingly hard battle puts Tony in the position to lose Bucky, he makes a choice that he fears could cause them to fall apart entirely. In Bucky's awakening, the two face the consequences of Tony's actions and what it means moving forward.

how does it feel to be alive again? (ao3) - freedvmrouge steve/bucky G, 6k

Summary: It’s the dawn of a new century and they’re finally at peace. No wars to fight in and no other place to be. Steve finds Bucky sluggishly wafting through their apartment and decides that they’re due for a date. One where they’re finally free to be themselves, be like every other couple walking the streets of New York.

i don't need anything other than you (ao3) - ghoultown wanda/vision T, 51k

Summary: “Come, step into the light.” Vision pulls her close, into the yellow light, holding her hands in his. “Tell me. Do I look the same to you today?”

She makes a face, “Of course you do.”

“No, please. Please, look closer.” He bends down slightly to assist in her search. “I’ve been looking in the mirror for ten minutes. There’s something here. Something extra or something missing, I cannot tell, but i-it’s something.”

Wanda’s disposition changes. “Vis, you sound… panicked.”

“Hm?” Vision blinks. “I can’t panic.”

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Vision wakes up one morning to find his memories gone. He figures there must be a logical explanation. Until there can't be.

keep my heart beating (ao3) - DarkKitty1208 tony/stephen G, 1k

Summary: The feeling hits him out of nowhere. It's been building in him since weeks ago, a sort of lump in his throat and some shortness of breath. Right now it's hitting him in full force.

Lewis County, NY (ao3) - ilovue steve/tony G 1k

Summary: This will be Tony's first Christmas tree that isn't brushing the ceiling, as a consequence of Steve and his humble beginnings stretching on into humble middles.

Tony will still have a too-tall pine tree take up the guest room.

Love is Blind (ao3) - elle1991 clint/natasha T, 14k

Summary: After a mission goes horribly wrong, Natasha Romanoff is left completely blind. Whilst SHIELD scientists desperately seek a cure, Natasha struggles to come to terms with her disability. With boyfriend Clint Barton by her side, can she come to terms with a world without sight?

Tender Loving Care For Lack of Better Titles (ao3) - AfroGohan tony/rhodey T, 1k

Summary: The crash had punched the air out of him, throat clogged with spit and smoke as he climbed from one damaged section to the next.

A dreadful paralysis crept up his arm as he swept the wreckage for survivors. Equipment failure, the pilot said as they lost altitude and plummeted into the clearing. That was all she said before impact.

He hauled what and who he could before sprawling in the grass, staring up at the mid-morning sky as the smell of gasoline met his nostrils.

Rhodey lands in the hospital. Company makes it easier.

The Gilded Machination (ao3) - NamelesslyNightlock loki/tony T, 25k

Summary: When the Norse god of mischief has taken up residence in your house, you tend to grow accustomed to a certain level of chaos. Finding strange items in the fridge is perfectly normal and Einherjar laying siege to the living room at random intervals is just an ordinary Wednesday. But lately, Loki has been disappearing for days at a time and that, at the very least, has Tony more than just a little concerned.

The Law of Entanglement (ao3) - Shortsnout tony/stephen E, 69k

Summary: The Law of Entanglement: When two particles, such as a pair of photons or electrons, become entangled, they remain connected even when separated by vast distances.

What if Stephen and Tony were in an established relationship before the Battle of New York, and when Tony took the nuke into the wormhole, he never came back?

Four years have passed, and after grieving for his fiancé, Stephen has now become a Master of the Mystic Arts. As he’s about to leave on a mission, he opens a portal and Tony falls out. Stephen knows the man he loved has been imprisoned and tortured, but he doesn’t understand why Tony keeps having visions of an alien named Thanos.

The Offering (ao3) - QuestinWitchFace sam/bucky E, 20k

Summary: When Sam invites his vampire boyfriend to come home with him for Christmas, things don’t go the way he’d hoped.

The Right Path (ao3) - tamnation clint/phil T, 28k

Summary: Phil’s alive, but he’s not waking up. When Clint’s approached on the range late at night by a woman who promises that she can help Phil, he doesn’t really have a choice. With SHIELD HQ transformed into a labyrinth of twisting tunnels and pitfalls, Clint’s only companions are his memories of Phil and a bird he found along the way. But finding Phil is harder than he thought it would be and Amora’s intentions are anything but pure.

To Walk in Another's Pawsteps (ao3) - Saracaeser bucky/tony T, 4k

Summary: “Well, hopefully it wasn’t important, because I’m not going to wear a necklace some Sorcerer Supreme-wannabe put on me,” Tony declared, lifting the long chain over his head.

“Doll, I don’t think-” Bucky didn’t get to finish his sentence before suddenly Tony wasn’t leaning against him anymore.

And the ground was a lot closer.

Trouble at Hardwick Hall (ao3) - orderlychaos clint/phil T, 54k

Summary: Before long, they were driving up the long driveway of Stark’s country estate. The manor house itself was as grand as Clint had expected. Even from the car, he could see that the sprawling building had at least two wings and several of what could only be described as turrets. “Stark never does things by halves, does he?” he said dryly.

“No, sir, he does not,” Happy answered from the front of the car.

When Phil Coulson and his associate, Clint Barton, are invited to Hardwick Hall, all they expect is a pleasant weekend in the country. Yet after witnessing a mysterious accident befall Tony Stark, they begin to realise all is not what it seems. Someone seems to be trying to kill Stark, and it's up to Phil and Clint to find out who before tragedy strikes.

Except nothing is ever that easy. When a shocking murder is discovered, Detective Inspector Sitwell is called in to help investigate. With the help of Agent Bobbi Morse, they must find the truth amongst the hidden secrets to stop the TROUBLE AT HARDWICK HALL.

Twenty-Six (ao3) - pearlofthesea loki/sylvie G, 3k

Summary: Loki makes a discovery about Sylvie, much to her embarrassment.

What I Like About You (ao3) - Inky_Blackheart peter/flash T, 15k

Summary: It turns out, Flash realizes, that there's a lot to like about Peter Parker.

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It's finally here!!!!!!! Sorry I haven't been posting, but I will start posting more regularly soon. Anyways here you are.💓🫶🏻💓

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Part 3

Warnings: Bad language, mentions of fighting and blood, gossiping (is that a warning??)

Steve was left puzzled, because Bucky was acting strange. Ever since you arrived he had closed up again. It's like you had awoken a memory in him. One that has been gone for years. If you were from the 40s, he would know. He has met every single person Bucky took on a date. That must only mean one thing. But... "Captain Rogers. Mr. Stark requests that you come down to the living area.", Friday interrupted his thoughts. "Now?", he asked. "Yes."

"What do you want, Tony?", he asked as he entered. He stopped in his tracks as he saw everyone. Well, everyone apart from you. "We need to talk about Y/N.", the billionaire replied. "So you called down everyone just to gossip about a new teammate.", Steve questioned. "Exactly!", Sam butted in. "What if she finds us?", Bucky said. He had suddenly appeared behind Steve. "She left this morning to do a mission for S.H.I.E.L.D. She won't be back until tomorrow afternoon.", Natasha said. "And even if she is, I told Friday to tell us if she comes early.", Tony added.

"So what do you all think of her?", Sam asked, "I think she's ... strange. She lives here, but we hardly see her. We've never seen her in action, but we should just believe Fury." "Me and Steve have seen her", Bucky said breaking of Sam's rant, "She was training on the day when you all went swimming. We went down and saw her break multiple punching bags and fire a gun bullseye without looking. Hell, she almost took Steve down!" Everyone looked at Steve for confirmation. He nodded. "We were quite evenly matched." "Well, I will believe it when I see it.", Tony said, "She's to big for her boots." "You're still upset about last week?", Natasha asked. "Bucky! You knew her, didn't you?", Wanda butted in. "No!", he almost shouted back, a little to fast. Nat gave him a look. "Ok. Fine. I might remember her from something. "From what? And why didn't you tell us?", Steve questioned.

"She helped me in Romania. Happy?" Bucky was starting to get annoyed. "Ok. Sorry!", Steve said, "But why did you call her Shadow?" "She told me to.", he answered. "Wait wait wait, someone just came up to you, told you to call her Shadow and you trusted her?", Tony asked. "Well, I didn't have much choice, did I?", he asked indignantly, "Anyways, it was safe. She's a S.H.I.E.L.D agent." "You were just one of her many missions.", Sam said.

"Mr. Stark, Agent Y/L/N has returned early.", Friday interrupted. "Oh fuck! Act like you were doing something other than gossiping!", Tony almost yelled. "Oh carry on with your gossiping", you said appearing in the doorway. Their mouths dropped. "What happened to you?" Sam asked. Your suit was covered in blood and slashes and your face was covered in scratches. "Mission. Maybe you should try fighting of 20 Enemies of at once and come away with out a scratch." That shut him up quickly. "You took them down alone?", Bruce asked. "Yep." "And the blood? How badly are you hurt?", he added. "Don't worry, most of it isn't mine.", you said, while getting some water. "Why did your mission end early?", Wanda wanted to know. "Fury found someone else to finish it off. Have fun gossiping!", you said as you left the room. "We totally weren't gossiping!", Tony shouted. You chuckled. "Well, if we're done here.", Bucky said and got up out of the room. Steve followed.

You signed as you got under the shower. It was always nice to unwind after a mission. It was as hard as you described earlier. You let your thoughts run wild, as you carefully cleaned your wounds. They were definitely gossiping about you, but you didn't care. As long as Bucky didn't say anything, it didn't matter. But you needed to give them nothing to gossip about, otherwise he might let something slip. Your thoughts turned unpleasant as you relived your memories. You quickly turned off the shower, thus turning off your thoughts. You changed into something comfier and decided to go downstairs.

You walked down the corridor, when suddenly walked out of a door and pushed you through the opposite one. You groaned at the sudden, harsh contact of the wall. "What the fuck, Barnes?", you asked.

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Unholy (Part 2)

You were in the training room, your hands gripping the towel around your neck, as you started towards the locker rooms, however the voice of your best friend stopped you, “Hey Killer.”

“Listen, I get that you don’t get tired, but I do, and I am tired from beating you 17 times in a row this morning.” You groaned turning towards his blue eyes.

“It wasn’t 17.” Steve smiled, as you rolled your eyes, “It was 20. Besides that’s not what I needed to talk to you about.”

“Oh, well what’s up?” You asked, as he nervously looked at the floor.

“Ummmm do you want to maybe go to dinner with me?” He nervously asked, which was weird cause he never got nervous

“Like how we normally go to dinner?” You asked, raising an eyebrow before he whispered, “No, like a real date.”

“Oh.” You replied before back tracking, “Sorry didn’t mean to sound so surprised, ummmm yeah, it sounds fun. Just going on a date with my best friend. Not awkward at all.”

“It’s totally awkward.” You said to Tony after running to the lab and telling him everything that happened, “I mean, the man is like what 5 times my age?”

“Now wait… that is not very progressive thinking of you.” He joked as you rolled your eyes and stated, “and why’s that Tony?”

“Simple, your generation is all for age gaps.”

“ Maybe like 30 years, but 75…. Might be a stretch.”

“[Y/N], Steve is like your best friend, would it really be that strange if you started dating… and if tonight doesn’t work out, then you can at least say you dated a super soldier.”

“Of If I wanted to date a super soldier, I would have dated Steve ages ago.”

“Well what stopped you?”

“He is all hung up on Peggy. Morning, Noon, and Night all he talks about is her.. and now he wants to date me?”

“Maybe he is finally accepting that he needs to stop living in the past.” Tony sunk into his chair, as you jumped to sit on the examination table, legs crossed as you looked at him, eyebrow raised

“So you think he just woke up out of the blue and magically decided to not crave his Kodak 35, or the USO dance, or the bombshell girl who he still carries a picture of?”

“Well, it looks that way.”

You sat in your room, as you both were now sleeping in separate beds, your nose glued in a book you weren’t even paying attention to, as you waited for your phone to vibrate. However you were met instead with a knock, your eyes slowly lifting as you softly replied, “Come in.”

He opened the door, a sorry look on his face as he leaned against the frame, arms crossed, a look you were all to used to now.

“Tony is having a party tonight.”

“I know.”

“What time did you plan on going, that way we can arrive together.” He asked, “Sharon also needs to know so she can arrive before us:”

“Steve. Can I ask you a question?” You now moved the book to your bed, eyes burning into his, “How long are we going to keep this up?”

“Keep what up?”

“How long are you going to act like you are dating me, and not Sharon? Cause honestly it is a bit tiredsome.”

“I love you.”

“No you don’t, If you really loved me, she would have never happened.”

The first time Steve Rogers said he loved you, was at one of Tony’s extravagant parties. The music was louder than it should have been, the lights were dimmed, and alcohol and food were in a constant rotation. Steve had somehow convinced you to leave a fascinating retelling of a mission with Natasha, and Clint and go onto the crowded dance floor with him, the slow music causing guests to sway off rhythm as you smiled, “Do you think he will ever play something more lively?”

“Never, not with all these important people here tonight. I hear tomorrow’s party however will be a different atmosphere.”

“Oh gosh, we have to do this again tomorrow.”

“Afraid so.”

A comfortable silence took you both over, and soon you were lost in the moment. However you were quickly pulled from it when he spoke, “I love you.”

“Don’t.”

“What?”

“Don’t tell me you love me if you don’t mean it, I mean we have only been dating 2 months, and I feel like that is hardly enough time to determine whether or not you love a woman.”

“We have known each other for years.”

“And all those years you told me you were in love with the ghost of the woman you remembered, and that you wanted nothing more than for her to be here with you to have that dance. So I apologize if your confession of love feels a bit premature.”

“However I can’t have Peggy, as she is…”

“So I am a placeholder, since you can’t have what you really want?”

“I never said…”

“Babe, I was joking…. Just promise me something?”

“Anything my love.”

“If you ever stop loving me, don’t break my heart.”

You were standing across the room from Bucky, who had struck up a game of pool with Sam, Natasha, and Sharon. You could see from the couch you watched from that Bucky was not amused being on the same team as Sam, it was written all over his face and his body language alone gave it away, but somehow Sam was hiding his distaste, something you only knew of due to the fact that Sam regularly told you and Steve he was unsure how you both maintained a friendship with an arrogant asshole like James. The thought of his most recent rant about the man came to mind as you took a sip of your drink, for Sam showed up to your flat that day to complain about how loudly Bucky was chewing his lucky charm’s marshmallows, and then threw the actual cereal away. After the conversation you went out and bought him the only marshmallow kind, and put a box in the kitchen for him once a week. Your view of the game however was blocked by a rather large frame, a hand extended to you as you looked up, “May I have this dance?”

“Let me guess another appearance for the masses.” You flatly stated as you finished the remainder of the drink, which was almost 3/4th of the glass.

“I mean it may look odd if we don’t dance at least to 5 songs, and just remain on our owns for the duration of the party.” He said, as you looked into his blue eyes, and remembered why you had fallen in love with him; a moment you regret intensely.

It was a mission, Steve was about to go with Natasha to prevent a hostage situation getting much worse than it already was. Your eyes fixed to the man in the American suit, watching as he buckled his shield to his back, he turned and gave you a smile. You returned the smile, and as soon as they opened the doors for the jump, he came to you and kissed you, the wind whipping your hair as he pulled away slightly, “I love you.”

“I love you too Sharon.” He whispered, only you heard it because of the wind… but her name was clear as day.

He leapt from the plane moments later, your eyes wide as you watched him, a moment that didn’t go unnoticed by the other man in the plane, who was going with Steve to defuse the situation.

“Are you okay?” Sam asked over the wind before jumping

“Yeah.”you responded, too stunned to say much else, all the recent interactions you three had shared suddenly made so much sense…. And that’s when you realized, the day her attitude towards you shifted from friendly, to bitchy, was the day after your first date with Steve.

“So how long have you known?” He whispered as he slowly spun you around the dance floor, his eyes glued to you as you raised an eyebrow, “about Sharon and I?”

“Really Steve, this is the place you want to ask that, aren’t you scared someone will hear of your infidelities?” 

“I just want to know.”

“Since the moment I said I love you. Your response gave it away.”

He looked at you confused and then he remembered, his eyes growing, causing you to add, “my question is though, why stay? I know you claim it’s because of the whole Peggy situation, but we both know that is bullshit.”

“Because I never want to be the one who breaks your heart.”

“Too late.” You responded

“Why do you stay then, since you have known for so long.”

“Simple Steve, cause I want everyone to see you for the cheating bastard that you are.” You got to his ear to whisper this, his eyes growing wide as you pulled away. Seeing the panic in his eyes made you smile, and as the song ended you slowly pulled away, “Now if you don’t mind, I need another drink before our next scheduled dance.”

As you walked away, and towards Tony, you couldn’t help but smile. His eyebrow raising as he hollered to you, “Well that’s a smile I haven’t seen in a while.”

“Well how else do you react when you realize you are getting everything you ever wanted.”

“You are just now realizing you are living out your childhood dream?”

“Yeah Tony, we’ll go with that.” You stated before ordering, not before turned your head towards the pool table, to see Steve whispering something to Sharon as Bucky shot, ending the game as Natasha groaned, and Sharon looked towards you pissed.

As the pair looked, you turned and waved, knowing you were exactly where you wanted to be.

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Wade Wants to Reminisce

Pairing: James “Bucky” Buchanon Barnes x Plus size!Super!reader, Wade “Deadpool” Wilson x Super!reader (platonic) Characters: Plus size!Super!reader, Wade “Deadpool” Wilson, James “Bucky” Buchanon Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark Warnings: Wade things, the avengers coming to save the reader, Bucky and the reader share a past, Nat and Wade are trying to get their friends laid, this is totally not inspired by a bunch of Bucky and Soldier Boy fics I read all weekend (don’t judge me), the deadpool gif is literally the reader and wade, this 100% does not make sense, I was bored and wanted some deadpool content, I also may have gone down a Bucky rabbit hole and here we are Word Count: 971

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He wouldn't tell you anything about his plans [I didn't want my plans to get ruined]

He'd make sure nothing bad would happen to you (nothing too major at least) [I wouldn't let them murder you or charge you with a B and E, chill]

Reenactment flashback 

You were fine until he set off an alarm [I didn't do that. It was Fabio. *Wade points to the intern* 

The poor guy starts shaking- 

The real reenactment

"Wade," you pinch the bridge of your nose. "Did we break into a building we shouldn't have?" 

"Yo soy no hablo Español." 

"You're hablo-ing Español right now!" 

"Fine! You caught me. I'm trying to help you suppress your kitty urges." 

"Wade!" 

"What?" He shrugs, eating a chimichango. "You kept whining to me how lonely you are and I know there's a lot of- ow, hot." He licks his fingers before trying to hold his chimichanga. "What was I saying? Oh right, there's a lot of fine men here for you to pounce on." 

"I'm going to kill you."

"You know you can't. I'm just doing my friendly duty."

"You're a problem for society." 

"That hurts." He places his hand over his heart. 

"I hope it fucking does you crackwhore." 

"Woah," he raises his hands. "There's no need to bring Blind AL into this." 

"We both know it's you I'm talking about."

"Uh- hey," Tony waves his hands. "I don't mean to interrupt whatever the hell this is but you two just broke into the Avenger headquarters so we're gonna need to detain you for a couple of hours." 

"Detain him." You point to Wade before raising your hands up in defense. "I had nothing to do with this." 

"You bitch," he replies, extending the words. 

"Slut."

"Whore."

"Old avocado."

"Dick sucker."

"At least my partner is satisfied."

He gasps, placing a hand over his chest. "What'd she tell you?"

"Nothing I didn't already know." 

"Doll?" 

You spin around with furrowed brows and then your jaw drops. "James?" 

"Wait- you two know each other?!" Tony and Steve shout. 

"She's your coffee date?" Natasha asks him with her hands on her hips. 

"You've been getting laid and I didn't know?" 

You pinch the bridge of your nose again. "I'm going to kill you. I swear on all that is holy Wade. I'm going to grab that hammer and smash you with it." 

"That's not the kind of hammering I planned on doing today." 

You purse your lips and pounce. 

James stepped closer to you just in time. "Hey, hey. Calm down." 

"Not until he's mush." 

"Doll." 

"But-"

"No." 

"Bucky," you whine. "Just a little?"

"Not a chance." 

"Would you two mind explaining how you met?" Natasha asks. 

"Coffee shop." 

Sam walks into the room, taking a second to see what's going on and then he sees you. "Oh, hey." 

You turn and smile at him. "Sammy." 

"Why does he get such a nice greeting?" Wade whines. 

"He's not you." 

"I take major offense to that." 

"You should." 

"Rude." 

"I'm still stuck on the fact that Tinman went to a coffee shop and got a date. He doesn't even like coffee," Tony complains. 

"I like a certain type of coffee." 

"From a cute girl?" 

"No." 

"Yes. Man, you thought she was cute and bought her coffee," Sam rats James out. 

You spin around in his arms. "You did?" 

Usually he likes to think of himself as someone who doesn't get embarrassed but right now, he's plotting ways to get back at Sam. He doesn't look up at you. "Uh- I- I did."

"Well aren't you sweet," you smile up at him. 

"I need to call Vanessa." 

The smile is wiped from your face. "Go home, Wade!" 

"But then I wouldn't get some memories I can play on repeat with my unicorn or Vanessa later." 

"For fucks sake- Wade, get back here."

James lifts you over his shoulder and walks towards his room, locking the door behind him. "This makes things a lot easier." He sets you down. 

"Yeah?" 

"Yeah, I planned on calling you and asking if you wanted to go out." 

"If I say yes," you trace shapes on his chest, before staring at him through your lashes. "Can we stay here for the rest of the day?" 

"If I say yes, will you stop using those eyes on me? You're killing me, doll. You know I'd say yes without that look." 

You smile up at him and practically bounce as you walk away and aim for his bed. 

A voice can be heard through the airvents. "So, does this mean you'd rather get ducked down than hangout with me?" 

"100%"

"Cool. Just checking. Text me the details. I want to know how big." 

"Wade!"

"I'm curious to see if he's a queen or a king." 

"Liar."

"You've caught me but I already know."

"Go home."

"Bye kids. Use protection, unless you're into that." [And you all know what I'm talking about. Don't act like your Tumblr isn't full of those fics. Yes, I know about them too. Who do you think will write some about me?] 

Wade closes the laptop he stole (from you) and sighs. “This was nice.” 

You throw your boyfriend's alarm clock at him. 

“Ow!” 

“Go home, Wade. We’re trying to sleep.”

“Doll, what’s tumblr?” 

“Wade you’re dead!” 

Wade’s screaming alerts the rest of the compound. 

“Why is your friend screaming?” Steve asks you. 

“He taught James something he shouldn’t have, and he knows it. GET BACK HERE, WILSON!” 

“Never!” 

“I hope you’re proud,” Natasha pats James’ back. 

“Why are you saying it like that?” 

“Your girlfriend brought home a parasite.” 

“It could be worse.” 

“It could be worse!?” Sam screeches.

“It could be so much worse, Sammy.” 

“That’s my nickname for him. You don’t get to steal it.” 

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Chapter 1

A/N: Hi! I couldn’t even though I wanted to post the second chapter in a few days but…yeah I’m not strong willed I guess😩🤣 please don’t forget to leave some feedback and reblog!! It makes a writer very happy! Besides, the more feedback/reblogs the faster the next chapter will be posted👀

Warnings: [ bdsm club (I’ve never been to one soit’s all fiction ok?), mentioned oral, mentioned mxm, mentioned p in v, exhibitionism, voyeurism, oral f receiving, squirting, humiliation kink, grinding, cum eating, pierced nipples, tattoos ], oral m receiving, cum swallowing

Pairing: [ Dom!reader x sub!jake Jensen who she spends her evening at the club with ] Steve Rogers x Reader

“So you have a crush on your tutor?”, Bucky asked once again, raising his eyebrows, putting the bar aside, so he could look back at Steve. They were once again at the gym, blowing off some steam, but Bucky quickly noticed Steve was thinking about something else, always zoning out. That’s how they started talking about you. Again. In the last two months Steve could stop talking about you, never confessing that he had a crush. But of course Bucky knew.

Steve sighed, looking down at the dumbbells in his hands. “She’s just so…I don’t know. Totally different from the people at school, so-“ “mature? Yeah I know buddy” Steve looked at his grinning best friend for a while, before nodding slowly. He felt embarrassed about how much he enjoyed the age difference between you two. The way he felt safe around you, for no specific reason. “Yeah, I like that about her. But she thinks it’s a problem. That I’m too young-but it’s only a month till I’m 18. This shouldn’t be a problem then, right?”, his voice was hopeful, as if Buckys opinion would change how you thought. At least it would make him feel better. “Just try to ask her out after your birthday. Maybe it’ll work”, said the brunette, shrugging. Wanting to finish his workout he grabbed the bar, but Steve leaned over him, still not being able to drop the topic. “Do YOU think she’s too old for me?”, asked Steve, somehow carrying a lot of panic in his voice. Bucky chuckled quietly, letting his head drop against the bench.

“You do remember I like older women myself”, he grinned, making Steve blush till the tips of his ears, before he mumbled to him. “Yeah, okay you’re right. I should just talk to her.”

You looked at one of the many pairs in the club, a woman with her sub, kneeling at her feet and kissing her thigh high boots. Normally you’d be on one of the stages, maybe even with Natasha, sharing a sub, but instead you were sitting in the comfortable booths. You mind slipped to a boy you’d love to have kneeling in front of you, but you couldn’t. “It’s just so annoying that he concentrates more on my lips than on the actual words I’m saying, you know? It’s always the same”, you vented in annoyance.

Natasha crossed her arms, looking at you in surprise, while you stared at your drink, not wanting to see the judgment in her eyes. “So you’re saying he’s…kinda cute?”

Now you had to look up at her, even though your eyes fell onto her naked breasts first since he wore just a harness. “I said he’s the kid I’m helping with his math homework that tries to flirt with me all the time and doesn’t listen” “You didn’t deny”, she shrugged. You sighed, shaking your head at that. But she was right. You felt awful for finding a teenager this cute, this attractive. Especially with his pouty lips and sparkling eyes whenever you praised him. “He’s 17, Nat. I can’t have a boyfriend this much younger. Not even after his birthday, just because he’d be 18 doesn’t mean he…we could date. I mean, look at me-“ “yeah, you’re hot. I totally got why he wants you”, she smirked, sipping her martini, her eyes lingering on your mesh top where your breasts and pierced nipples were exposed, you could even see a few tattoos. Rolling your eyes you let out a loud sigh, but there was still a small smile on your lips. “It’s just-I’m pretty sure he’s…inexperienced. I don’t think his first girlfriend should be a regular in…here. I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t survive me ”, you mentioned with your hand to the club and people around you.

Natasha laughed quietly. “Isn't that even better? At least his first time would definitely be good and enjoyable. You’re a good dom, you’d take care of his needs”, Natasha was right, but it still didn’t make you feel better. “He’s really nice, Nat….”, you mumbled, your eyes scanning the room for something interesting to look at, stopping at a gagged man being fucked by his boyfriend roughly, pulling at his hair or hitting his jiggling ass harshly. You knew these guys, you could even call them your friends so often you’ve seen and talked to them. Recently they asked you to join them, but you just couldn’t stop thinking about Steve. So you said no. But watching all these people made you crave sex. Or any kind of intimacy at this point.

“You like this Steve a lot huh?”, without needing to think about it you nodded. She looked at you from the side for a moment, putting her hand on your thigh, squeezing. “Just try to think positive. Maybe you could show him everything. Slowly…besides, wouldn’t it be amazing to have an inexperienced guy? You can make him your perfect boy toy. Perfect to please you. That’s everyone’s wish”, her words made you smile slightly. Steve would be a perfect boy toy. A sweet play thing just for you-well, or whoever he’d liked to be shared with in case he’d want to go to this club with you. You closed your eyes for a moment, imagining him on his knees. Begging.

Sighing you opened your eyes downing your martini. “I’ll be back soon, I’ll go find Jake, he said he’d be here today”, you said standing up. “Maybe an orgasm will make you less miserable”, Natasha laughed watching as you walked away.

You found Jake sitting with someone you didn’t know but looking at his expression he wasn’t enjoying it. So you asked him to come with you. And he gladly did, immediately taking your hand. “I’m so happy you decided to come, mommy”, he grinned cheekily at you. “I can tell you hoped for me to be here. You look pretty, babyboy. Always so dressed up for mommy, wearing a collar and pretty nipple clamps. You’re probably already hard in those leather pants, huh?”, he started nodding, while you went with him to a free space, sitting down in a chair. Jake already knew to drop to his knees, watching as you pushed your latex skirt up, revealing your naked, glistening pussy to him. The tattoo he already knew by heart looking back at him from your pelvic. Bon appetite. Oh he’d definitely enjoy the meal.

“Baby, look at me”, he quickly brought his gaze up. “If I do something you don’t like, red, okay? Just the same light system we always use”, you said, spreading your legs even further. Jake nodded, making you raise your eyebrows. “Green, mommy, so green”, he mumbled, sliding closer.

You grabbed the light chain that connected his claps together and pulled gently a few times, making him whine. “Then open your pants for mommy and take that big dick in hand-yeah just like that…now come closer, you’ll eat mommy out and hump her boot, huh? Show everyone what a desperate little slut you are. My little bitch, coming by humping mommy like a dog”, with that you pushed his head to your core and he latched onto your clit, eating you out like a man starving. Meanwhile he humped your leg, definitely feeling embarrassed about how much pre cum he was leaking but you knew about his humiliation kink. And he loved showing off how desperate he was for you. And how good you made him feel.

His skilled mouth brought you quickly to your high, making you squirt onto his chin and chest. This made him shoot his cum onto your boot, grinding himself even faster and harder against you, while still lapping at your slick overstimulated pussy.

You grinned at the people watching you two, bringing one of your legs up, to show more. Some of them were touching themselves through their pants, watching your cunt, while others couldn’t take their eyes off Jake who was still painting the leather of your boots.

“Babyboy I think you should clean the mess you made”, you smirked, pressing your sole against his chest. His cheeks were dark red from embarrassment as he noticed the others around you, but he leaned down nevertheless, licking off his cum from your boot. You noticed how despite his whining and blushing his cock jumped when he lapped at your boot, cleaning all of his cum off.

Watching him you thought about someone else.

Nope, Steve Rogers definitely wouldn’t survive you.

Your next session was the day after, so you went to the club earlier than usual, while Nat stayed for probably a few hours more.

Walking into his room Steve was already sitting at the table, smiling brightly at you. He had such a pretty and sweet smile. His cheeks were covered in a rosy color, making your heart ache. You could tell he was a whole body blusher and you were really curious how this blush looked underneath his clothes.

Fuck, get a grip on yourself.

“Have you done the homework?”, you asked with a friendly smile. He immediately pulled out the notebook he used during your sessions and showed you everything. The smile on your lips stayed, even though he definitely had a few mistakes in his calculations. Always the same mistakes.

From the beginning on he was always making the same mistakes.

A quiet sigh escaped your lips, while you sat down. “You’re already so much better, sweetheart, but it’s still always the same”, you said, not even noticing the pet name slipping from your lips. But Steve did notice it. And boy did he like it. Within seconds he was hard and throbbing in his jeans, trying to pull them away from his tight crotch. Watching your lips move, while you explained…something to him.

You snapped your fingers right before his face. " Earth to Steve? Did you understand the equation?Are you even listening?” According to the stuttering that was coming from him, you assumed it was a big fat no. He was indeed not listening. But still looking at your lips.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”, his question made you raise your eyebrows in surprise, but shook your head slightly. “Not that it’s any of your business, Steve. I’m here to teach you about math and not about my sexual experiences.” His breath hitched at your words, face turning a darker shade of red than ever. “So you had sex?”, you couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped your lips, because, well-you definitely had sex. Very, very kinky sex even.

Looking at him for a moment the corners of your mouth twitched. “Yes, Steve, I had sex and that’s nothing I should be discussing with you, so let’s-” “I never had sex.” His confession didn’t surprise you, because you already suspected it, but you really didn’t want to talk about it. Or think about popping his cherry. Especially since you’d actually love to do that.

After yesterdays talk with Natasha you couldn’t stop thinking about him, not even for a second.

And here he was asking you about sex, telling you he was a virgin.

Grabbing another book you opened it on the needed page and looked back at him. He was squirming in his seat, definitely not listening to anything you were trying to tell him about math. From the tent in his pants you could tell what he was thinking about, making you only shake your head slightly. “Steve, please listen to me. To solve the-“ He leaned a bit closer, but not to listen to you. “And have you ever sucked a di-“ “Steve, it’s inappropriate to ask such questions. Stop it.” You shook your head in annoyance. “Okay I’m sorry, but I’m just curious. Have you?”, he nearly whined. If you weren’t this annoyed you might have found it amusing. But you didn’t. “Yes I have Steven, now stop asking or the lesson will end now. You need to concentrate, your exams are really soon.”

Once again you tried to get his attention back to the tasks, but he seemed interested in just your lips and not the actual words coming out of them. Either way you tried to help him at least a bit by writing down a few easier examples.

But even these he couldn’t solve, always looking back at your lips, irritating you more than you thought possible. You felt how your hands started slightly shaking. God, this boy was unbelievable.

“What’s wrong with you today, Steve? Why are you so distracted?” Hearing your annoyed and slight accusing sound, his shoulder slumped, making him look like a kicked puppy. “Well, I-You said-well, I wanted to ask about how-I mean blowjo-“ “God, if you get a stupid blowjob, would you finally start paying attention to math and not whatever thoughts you have??” A quiet laugh escaped him, making him grin fully. “I’m pretty sure for a blowjob I’d do everything, so yeah-“

With that you pushed his chair aside, so he sat sideways to the table. “What-?“, before he could finish his question, you dropped to your knees, pushing his legs apart. With big eyes he was looking down at you, not knowing what to do with his hands or even how to react. He felt his thigh start trembling and you haven’t even touched him yet. “What are you doing?”, he whispered, slowly reaching out to stroke your hair, but you grabbed his hands, pushing them behind his back. “I’ll give you your damn blowjob so you stop asking about it”, you hissed, opening his pants, pulling them down. He even lifted his hips to help you. Atta boy. Learning so quickly, without needing you to say anything. For a moment you had to hold back a smirk.

There was already a wet spot on his boxershorts, where his tip was leaking, filling his briefs with pre-cum. You leaned down to his crotch, licking over the exact spot, sucking at the head for a second. Steve whined quietly, his hand gripping onto your hair. “Keep your hands be-“, looking up at him you could see he was already a mess. Right. Virgin. You shouldn’t be so harsh with him. “Never mind, sweetheart. If I do something you don’t like and want me to stop say red, understood?”, you said rubbing with your hands over his trembling thighs.

Steve pulled his eyebrows together in confusion, but nodded. “Okay, But why red? Do you like the color or-“ it was definitely not the time to answer the question so you pulled down his boxershorts revealing his hard cock. You wrapped your fingers around his shaft, starting to pump him, while your lips touched his tip, spreading around the pre-cum. The sound he made was poetic. A beautiful and soft whine, while his fingers buried themself in your hair, slightly painful, but you didn’t mind. You liked a bit of pain.

Slurping at his tip you looked up at him, making eye contact. Doing so you felt more pre-cum wetting your lips. Cute. He was getting so excited just by looking at him with his dick against your mouth. For a moment you just toyed with his tip, still stroking his whole length.

Steve pushed your head down, urging you to take him finally in your mouth. For this behavior you’d love to edge him, but then you remembered once again he wasn’t your sub or your boyfriend. You’re just…helping him to end his curiosity. “Your mouth feels so good-fuck”, he moaned, moving his hips against you, fucking your mouth with irregular thrusts, sloppy. Somehow you enjoyed it.

His first blowjobs. First time fucking someone’s face. Your face.

You started moving your head faster, showing off your skills, by swallowing him down, till he was fully nestled inside your throat. Even though his dick still made you gag a few times. This boy was really blessed, you couldn’t deny it and he probably knew it too. “Fuck I- I think I’m close”, he whispered. If your mouth wasn’t full of dick you’d have chuckled. Only a few minutes and he was already on the edge. With one of your hands you started fondling his balls, squeezing them a bit harder than necessary. His leg jumped, hitting the desk beside you, but he seemed to enjoy it, as the sound leaving his throat was better than any you had heard from him. “Fuck I-I I’m coming-fuck please”, he whispered pushing your head down, while his cum painted your throat, filling your mouth with him taste. After letting go of your hair you let him slide out of your mouth, licking his length, while he enjoyed the aftershocks. Then you tucked him once again away into his boxers.

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, before sitting back into your chair and putting the examples you wrote down before him. “So, to solve the…”

The face he made was priceless. But at least he solved everything you gave him.

Chapter 3

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SteveTony Weekly - April 2nd

It’s been a quiet reading week for me, but I reread a favorite fic which was nice. Give a look see to all of this week’s stories and be sure to leave a comment/kudos for your author. 

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given you a number, taken away your name by janonny 

As Tony behaves more erratically, S.H.I.E.L.D. sends in Steve as an undercover agent in S.I. to be Natasha’s back-up. Except Steve is really, really not cut out for this undercover business.

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Before the lift’s doors closed, Stark suddenly grinned and said, “Call me Tony. Have a better rest of the day, big guy.”

Awkwardly, Steve lifted his free hand and waved as the doors slid shut between them.

What...what was he doing? Why was he waving? Steve hurriedly put his hand down and turned around sharply.

Second Opinion by Annie D (scaramouche)

Written for an anon on tumblr, who requested "short domesticity fic where you can tell that Steve and Tony have been together for THAT long".

I kinda failed at at the domesticity portion, but this Steve and Tony are very, VERY together.

Dreamboat to the rescue by shetlandowl 

When the last single person in Tony's close friend-group finds her special someone, said person makes it her personal mission to make sure Tony doesn't die alone. Getting her off his case will take a miracle, so Tony tries to fabricate one. It doesn't go according to plan.

The Stolen Shirt by RiotFalling 

Tony steals Steve’s shirt. It has an effect.

Ripple Effect by sabrecmc

After the events of Infinity War, Steve is sent back in time on a desperate mission to find the Tesseract. Instead, he meets up with 21-year old Tony, still reeling from his parents' deaths. Who, naturally, tries to climb Steve like a tree. Somehow, this fixes everything.

Fuse is Fireside by GotTheSilver

if Tony lived post Endgame au.

Because, here’s the thing, he loves Pepper. He does. He’s not so much of an asshole that he’d marry her if he didn’t.

But Steve.

Steve is like gravity. Always has been.

We're Dating by Whothefuckyduckyisbucky

Tony thinks they're dating. They totally are. Someone should tell Steve.

Set after The avengers movie. In the 1940's male friendships were a lot more affectionate, so Steve doesn't always get that the affection Tony shows him isn't platonic.

of dreams, ice and scales by janonny

Tony is Iron Man. He’s also a dragon who has learned that you can’t keep everything you love.

Steve is Captain America. He’s also a knight who falls into deep sleep for decades and wakes to a different world.

Together, they rescue each other.

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At nine, Tony trembles when Maria comes to him and says with hushed urgency, “Never give your scales to anyone. You’ll only regret it.”

At sixteen, Steve trembles when they lower Sarah into a hole in the ground. 

A Moment In History by itsallAvengers 

Everything was going fine until Tony Stark from ten years in the past landed on his ass in their kitchen.

Present-day Tony supposes this is just another Sunday Morning.

The Goddamn Suit by orphan_account

Steve is attracted to Tony's suits. Tony finds out that the Captain is a slut.

Ride by FestiveFerret

“Oh god,” Steve’s hips jerked in their confines. His cock was so hard it hurt, his jaw ached in the best possible way, and it was all too much. “Tony, please.”

For A Good Time Call by BeenAsleepFor70Years

Steve explores his sexuality by trying out a phone sex service. He may just leave the situation crushing on the guy at the other end of the phone. He already had feelings for his teammate Iron Man, now a new crush gets thrown into the mix. What ever shall he do?

couldn't whisper (when you needed it shouted) by only_more_love 

Steve still can't let go of that damned flip phone. (Really, he can't let go of Tony.)

i want the green grass and the tomato plants by Anonymous

When Tony arrives to Stardew Valley, he spends the first five minutes staring.

(Or, a Stardew Valley AU. Tony rebuilds a farm and owns chickens. Steve paints.)