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softcorehippos · 8 years ago

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Royally Screwed

A part of the drabble series When Two Worlds Collide for the 500 Followers Celebration.

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Pairing: T’Challa x Reader x Chadwick Boseman

Summary: A playful banter turned into one of the most horrifying moments of your life.

A/N: Third one of the series! And I don’t care what anybody says, Chadwick Boseman is a beautiful human being and anyone who disagrees can fight me.

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“Hon, you in here?” Chadwick called out for you from the living room.

“Kitchen!” You shouted, not daring to leave the stove.

Chadwick appeared in your peripheral vision and walked to where you were standing, wrapping his arms around you.

“Careful now, if you distract me you and your guests won’t be having lunch.” You said with a smirk.

“Copy that ma’am.” He spoke into the crook of your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

“Boseman, I’m not joking. Cut it out.” You said in feign anger.

“Alright, alright. I’m just making sure you’re doing okay, I know we were supposed to be having a quiet Sunday but these people are very important, they’re royalty.”

You rolled your eyes. “Mmhm, just go back to your meeting, lunch will be in an hour or so.” You sent him away, and he skipped off to go back to his meeting, but not before grabbing a breadstick you saved for lunch.

You kept stirring the sauce you had in the pan, but your thoughts were elsewhere. Quiet Sundays were something you look forward nowadays, with Chadwick’s rising fame, the number of things he needed to attend or take care of have multiplied by a hundred. With you not being in the industry, Chadwick often worried about leaving you behind and he feared that someday you’ll get tired of him leaving to shoot or to do appearances that you’ll up and leave him.

It was ridiculous for you, though; you couldn’t think of a good enough reason to ever leave him.

The two of you planned on going out to lunch today, but when he dropped the bomb that he’ll be having a few people over, that only meant one thing: you had to cook. So you’ve been slaving away in the kitchen since his announcement, with Chadwick and his guests having their meeting out by the pool.

About an hour later, the glass sliding door opened and you knew it was Chadwick, either checking up on you or stealing more food.

“Don’t even think about it.” You scolded him playfully, while keeping your attention to the pots and pans in front of you. You were about done, just needed to do a little plating.

“Forgive me, I did not mean to intrude.”

You turned around with furrowed eyebrows, before chuckling. “What’s wrong with you.”

“I beg your pardon?”

Your chuckle turned into a giggle. “Stop it!”

“Stop what?”

“That!”

Chadwick continued to stare at you with a puzzled look. “I’m sorry, I’m not following.”

“Honey, if you don’t cut out that ridiculous accent I’m going to throw a breadstick at you.” You gave him a look, trying to bit back the laughter.

“I’m–“

“And what’s with the outfit change? You need an imperial suit to wear to lunch? Who are you, Beyoncé?” You rolled your eyes and went back to scooping a generous amount of Brussels sprout into one of the plates you had ready.

“Hey, baby, this smells incredible.”

“See? Is that really hard to–“ You spun around and immediately froze in your tracks.

You stayed silent; but the growing soreness on your left hand from holding the plate too long was enough to tell you that this wasn’t a dream. So, how the hell could this be happening?

There are two Chadwicks standing in front of you.

The plate on your hand suddenly got a million times heavier and it just slipped out of your hand, crashing onto the floor with a loud echo.

“Oh my God,” one of the Chadwicks rushed to you, “are you okay?”

“Why are there two of you?” You whispered.

His expression softened and hook his arm onto yours, pulling you up to your feet.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve told you.” He looked at you apologetically and pulled you towards the other Chadwick. “Honey, this is King T’Challa of Wakanda.”

Chadwick gestured to the man, wearing the imperial looking suit.

Your eyes widened. “King?” You whispered.

“Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Boseman.”

“Uh, I–I’m–“

“Remember the new project I told you about yesterday? Well, I’m going to be playing King T’Challa in the Avengers movie.”

You were stunned. The sight in front of you left you speechless and motionless.

“I guess she’s a little bit shocked.” Chadwick said apologetically to T’Challa. “Why don’t we wait in the dining room? Lunch will be ready in a moment.” He escorted the King out of the kitchen and went back almost immediately.

“What’s wrong with you? Why didn’t you say anything?”

“You didn’t tell me there’s a fucking King in our house!” You slapped his chest with the napkin you were holding.

“Ouch!” He shielded himself from you. “I did tell you he’s royalty!”

“I thought you were joking!”

“Well, what’s the big deal?”

You groaned and buried your face into Chadwick’s chest. “I did something stupid, that’s what.”

A chuckle rumbled off Chadwick’s chest. “Oh, come on, it can’t be that bad.” He pushed you off him, gently, to look at your face.

You began to tell him what happened, you knew it was that bad when you noticed his expression shifted as the story progresses.

“See! It is bad!” You buried your face once more.

“No, no, it’s alright. He doesn’t seem offended.” He said, trying to stop you from freaking out.

“And I’m serving him spaghetti bolognaise!” You cried out.

Chadwick laughed. “Hey, your spaghetti bolognaise happens to be the best in the world, so the way I see it, he’s in for a treat.”

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” You pouted.

“I’m not! Besides, he’s a pretty chill dude, c’mon, let’s eat. You’ll see.” He dragged you to the dining room after telling the servers to bring out the food.

You sat next to Chadwick, with King T’Challa sitting across you. The entire time you tried to avoid his gaze, you couldn’t bring yourself to get involved in the conversation, you’ve had enough embarrassment to last a lifetime.

“So, Mrs. Boseman.” Your heart dropped when you heard King T’Challa called your name.

“Please, call me Y/N.” You smiled nervously.

“Well, Y/N, Chadwick here is in a contract to play me in several movies, correct?” He turned to Chadwick and he nodded in response. “I sure hope you will get used to my ridiculous accent.” He smirked playfully.

You groaned internally, while Chadwick burst into laughter next to you.

Lord, kill me now.

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softcorehippos · 8 years ago

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She Likes (Bittersweet Love)

A part of the drabble series When Two Worlds Collide for the 500 Followers Celebration.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader x Sebastian Stan

Summary: Bucky is scared that another man was better at making you happy.

A/N: A continuation of Double Take. This is the last part of the drabble series (though let’s be real, this one is not a drabble)!! Thank you guys for being the most awesome readers a writer could ever wish for, thank you for following me and reading my stuff, you have no idea how happy you guys have made me.

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You had just returned from doing your weekly errands when you found a figure by the door of your apartment. He was sitting with his chin propped against his knees and eyes set on the screen of his phone.

“Seb?” You greeted him.

Sebastian’s attention shifted from his phone to you and a smile appeared on his face.

“Hey, Y/N.” He pushed himself off the floor and stood awkwardly, shoving both his hands into his jean pocket.

“What are you doing here?” You asked as you fished the apartment keys from your back pocket.

“Bucky and I had a day planned but he got pulled into a last minute meeting thing at the compound. When he texted me I was already walking up the stairs, so I thought I’d wait.”

You chuckled. “Alright, well, come on in.” You pushed the door open with your foot. Sebastian grabbed the groceries from your arm with a smile and set it down on the kitchen counter.

“Do you know when he’s gonna be here?” Sebastian asked as he slid himself on one of the stools.

“Why? You got somewhere to be?” You shot him a playful smirk.

“No, no.” He chuckled. “I figured I could put this free time to good use.”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise.

“Not in that way, God.” Sebastian chuckled bashfully. A pretty endearing sight to see, if you were honest with yourself. “I meant, I could ask you a few questions about Bucky, if you don’t mind. You know, trying to get a better understanding of who he is as a man, rather than just as an Avenger.”

You shrugged. “Sure, what do you want to know?” You asked him as you began unpacking the groceries and putting them into the cupboard.

“How is he in real life? Like, with me he’s always, you know, formal and all that.”

You mused for a bit before answering. “Well, that’s probably because he thinks that this is part of the job, you know? He’s always had that very formal approach when it comes to work, he means business. He’s a no-bullshit kinda guy, you always want to be upfront with the guy, no tip-toeing and all that stuff. It pisses him off real bad.

“But when it comes to life outside of work, he’s a very gentle guy.” Your answer earned a surprised look from Sebastian, and you chuckled. “I know, I know, doesn’t look like it, but seriously he’s probably the most caring and gentle person I’ve ever met in my entire life. He’s also selfless, he always puts everyone’s best interests above his, he’s a really great guy.” You gushed over your boyfriend.

You saw Sebastian nodded, scribbling furiously on his little black leather book.

“Do you think it’ll be okay if I ask him about his time with HYDRA?” Sebastian asked hesitantly.

“Isn’t that part of the deal? I mean, you’re portraying him and telling his life story.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I just don’t want to set off something in him, you know?”

You nodded. “I get it, I think it’s okay, he’s accepted the fact that HYDRA will always be a part of him, so I don’t think it’ll be a problem. Just, one thing though, don’t talk to him like he’s a victim or some sort, don’t pity him and all that, he hates that more than anything.”

Sebastian clicked his tongue. “Got it.” And began scribbling on his notes again.

After you finished putting aside the stuff you got earlier, you noticed that it was already getting dark outside and you still haven’t heard from Bucky.

“I’m going to go freshen up and call Bucky, you can wait in the living room if you want. Oh, and the fridge is always open, grab whatever you want.” You gave him a smile and went to your room.

You stripped down to the nude and put a fresh set of underwear and a clean shorts and shirt, while putting your phone on speaker as it connected to Bucky. When you realized, after 5 tries, that Bucky wasn’t going to answer, you set your phone aside and went out to go back to Sebastian. You found him on the couch sipping a bottle of water.

“So, I’m really not in the mood to cook and I’m starving, would you mind if I order pizza?” You asked with your cordless phone in hand.

Sebastian shot you a look. “Who the hell would ever mind being ordered pizza?”

You chuckled and placed an order at your usual pizza place just down the block. “Do you want anything specific?” You asked, putting your hand over the mouthpiece.

Sebastian smiled sheepishly. “Can I have one with pineapple? Only if you’re down with it, though, I know it’s not the popular choice amongst people.”

Your face broke into a wide smile and you shook your head with a chuckle.

“Bucky hates pineapple on pizzas, he said it’s an abomination.” You laughed as you recalled the intense debate on pizza toppings you had with Bucky, just a few days after you started seeing each other.

“What about you?” He asked.

“I actually really like pineapple on pizzas.”

The conversation carried on like water, talking to Sebastian was easy, light and fun. You found out, over beers and pizzas, that he’s actually an incredibly funny man. The topic started out heavily on Bucky, the things that most people wouldn’t possibly know and what not, you were giving Sebastian an in to Bucky’s real persona, but it quickly carried on to useless nonsense, like what would actually happen if all of human race would be transferred to Mars and all that.

“Hey, I should know, I played an astronaut once.” Sebastian defended as he took another slice of pizza.

You pfft him. “Oh suuuuuure, and I’m a brain surgeon! Cause I’ve only binge watch Grey’s Anatomy only about a million times.” You rolled your eyes, earning a dirty look from Sebastian.

Sebastian was about to throw in another smart remark but the sound of the door opening caught both of your attention. Bucky trudged inside your apartment with his head hung low, his shoulders slumped and his eyes ere fixed on the floor.

“Hey babe, we’re having pizza.” You called out cheerfully.

Bucky looked up after kicking his shoes off and his attention was immediately fixed on Sebastian.

“Shit.” He mumbled under his breath. “Sorry, man, I completely forgot.”

Sebastian gave him an understanding smile. “That’s okay, I kinda figure that out after two hours.” He joked.

“So, having a pizza party without me?” Bucky eyed the empty pizza boxes on the table.

“I saved you an entire box, it’s in the oven,” you winked. “but I’m going to have to steal a few, Sebastian here literally inhaled my share of the box.”

“I told you! I have no self control when it comes to pizzas!”

Bucky watched the two of you playfully bicker and he felt his body temperature rising. He mumbled something about changing before quickly making his way to the bedroom, unintentionally slamming the door loudly on his way in.

You didn’t pay much attention to the shift in his demeanor because you were too busy bantering with Sebastian. Laughter echoed throughout your one bedroom apartment, you were laughing to the point where no sound was coming out of your mouth and tears started streaming down your face.

“Shit, oh man, I’m crying.” Sebastian said, struggling to breathe.

“Ugh, my stomach hurts so bad.” You replied, clutching your aching abdominal muscle.

“Then stop.”

You whipped your head around and saw Bucky, clad in t-shirt and basketball shorts, with his back to you, fixing himself a plate of pizza. When the hell did he got out of the bedroom?

The laughter died down, both you and Sebastian sensed the hostility from Bucky. You were about to go up to Bucky before he beat you to it.

“It’s kinda late, don’t you think?” Bucky directed the question to Sebastian.

You both knew what he was implying and not wanting to get on Bucky’s bad side, Sebastian immediately jumped to his feet and smoothed his wrinkly shirt.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry. I just got caught up with Y/N here, she’s a hoot to be around.”

“Well, I’m sure you’re all caught up now. I will see you tomorrow, at the tower.” Bucky stressed the last part.

“Sure,” Sebastian nodded. “I’ll see you tomorrow, and Y/N, thanks for today.” He shot you and Bucky a smile before disappearing behind the door.

As soon as Sebastian left the apartment, you turned your attention to Bucky with a scowl on your face. “That was very rude of you.”

Bucky scoffed and took his pizza with him to the living room, leaving you standing angrily by the door. You threw both your hands up in disbelief.

“Great, we’re back to you walking away from an argument instead of talking about it.” You muttered and made your way to your bedroom.

You angrily put away the throw pillows on your bed and kicked the covers before climbing into bed. Screw the never go to bed angry rule, you were too tired for that crap.

Bucky walked in slowly not long after, but you were not going to start the conversation this time, you so kept quiet, pretending to be asleep.

“I know you’re still awake.” You felt the bed dip as he climbed in next to you. He continued when he realized you weren’t going to say anything. “I don’t want you to hang around Sebastian anymore.”

That caught your attention.

“Come again?” You said, turning your head to face him.

“I don’t like it when you hang around with him.” He said quietly. Right then, sitting next to you, Bucky has never looked smaller.

“Why?”

A loud sigh escaped his lips. “I just don’t! Okay?”

You sat up and face him properly. “No, not okay. You’re not going to tell me who I can and can’t hang out with because you just don’t want me to.”

Bucky ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. “Do you like him?”

“Yeah, I do, he’s a nice person.”

“No, not like that. Do you like him like you like me?”

Your eyes widened. “What? Of course not! Why would you ask me that?”

“Because,” He looked down at his lap. “Because I haven’t heard you laugh that hard in a very long time. I haven’t seen you smiled like that in ages. I thought I was making you happy all this time but after seeing you with Sebastian, it made me realize that I actually wasn’t.”

The anger that was bubbling inside you dissipated and quickly replaced with an overwhelming sensation of sadness.

“Oh honey, no.” You quickly pulled him into your arms. “I am happy, I’m the happiest I’ve ever been in my entire life.” You slowly let him off your embrace and grabbed his hand.

“Sure, we haven’t really got the chance to connect like we used to, but it’s only because you’re out there, saving the god damn world! Who am I to complain? I’m perfectly happy and content being here, in our home, knowing that the love of my life is out there doing what he does best, and that is being a hero.”

Bucky’s lips curled into a small smile before pulling you in to his arms, tightly. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled into your hair.

“I’sokay.” You mumbled back against his chest.

“I take everything back, you can hang out with whomever you want.” He said again.

You gently pushed yourself off his hold to give him a face. “Meh, I don’t think I’ll make it a habit, though.”

“Why? You were fine earlier?”

“Yeaaaaaah, but he likes pineapple on his pizza.” You pouted.

Bucky shot you a confused look. “How is that a problem? You literally shoved pineapple pizza into my mouth to get me to like them.”

You shrugged. “Yeah but now I realized that I have to share. I don’t know if I like that.”

Bucky chuckled and pulled you in once again, and you hummed in content as he kissed your temple gently.

Yeah, you’re definitely happy.

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softcorehippos · 8 years ago

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Keep Your Hands Off My Girl

A part of the drabble series When Two Worlds Collide for the 500 Followers Celebration.

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader x Chris Evans

Summary: Feeling threatened by the presence of his doppelgänger, Steve decided to change in order to get your attention.

A/N: This is the first installment of the drabble series I’ll be doing for the next 5 days. The series will take place in the same time and setting as Double Take. Also, this one is a tiiiiny bit long.

DRABBLE MASTERLIST

“Hey, Steve? You got a minute?” You peeked your head from the doorway of Steve’s office; he was in the middle of working on last mission’s written report when you knocked.

He looked up to see you and his face broke out into a smile. “Sure, what’s up?”

“Remember what Tony said yesterday in the meeting?” You sauntered into his office and leaned against the desk.

“The part where he managed to get people to make a movie about us? Or the fact that the actors will be shadowing us for an indefinite time?”

A chuckle escaped your lips. “Both.” You distinctly remember the captain’s hard ‘no’ when Tony pitched the idea yesterday. After an hour of debate and a bit of groveling done by Tony Stark, Steve finally conceded and let Tony have his little project.

“Mhm, what about it?”

“Well the actor that’s supposedly playing you is here to shadow you for the day.” You spoke with a slight wince.

Steve’s eyes rolled to the back of his head in annoyance. “Really? Today? I have mountains of papers to do and report to give to Hill.”

“That’s fine, he can just watch you.” You shot him a grin. “Please? He’s already here.” You pouted.

Steve sighed before nodding. “Fine, fine. I’ll meet you guys down at the common room.”

You squealed and threw your arms around his neck sideways. “You’re the best, really.”

“Well, I’m doing this for you!” He called out just as you walked out of his office.

A blush crept up your face but you continued on walking. It was no secret that the Captain harbored a crush on you, you knew, he knew that you knew, but neither of you have acted on it.

Steve Rogers isn’t really the most straightforward when it comes to courting women. Despite his intimidating physique, inside, Steve Rogers is still the same scrawny kid from Brooklyn who had no idea how to talk to women. The only reason why you even know the fact that he has feelings for you was because Sam was being a little shit after one too many drinks and the fact that Steve didn’t deny Sam’s claims.

Sadly, despite how much you tried making the first move or even initiating any form of contact, he would immediately withdraw and shut down. It was frustrating because if only he wasn’t too rigid, things would’ve gone a lot faster between you two. Sure there were harmless flirting once in a while, and you do notice they way he treats you differently compared to the others, but that was it, and you needed more.

“Hey, Chris?” You greeted the man leaning against the couch with his head down, focused on his phone.

He instantly looked up and a grin appeared on his bearded face. “Hey! Y/N, right?”

You nodded. “Steve will join us in a minute, he was in the middle of finishing up a report.”

Chris grimaced. “Aw man, I could come back later if he’s busy?”

You waved him off. “No, no, it’s fine. It’ll just be a little while, would you like a drink, though?” You nudged your chin towards the open bar.

He chuckled, eyebrows raised. “It’s noon?”

“I wont tell if you wont?” You smirked.

He burst into laughter, right hand to his left chest. “Alright, let’s fuckin’ do this.”

When Steve walked into the room, you and Chris were in the middle of a heated conversation over your respective favorite football team. Not knowing that Chris was a huge Tom Brady fan, you made the mistake of calling him ‘overrated’.

“You fucking take that back.” Chris pointed an accusatory finger at you, he was smirking but you knew that he was actually offended.

“No way, because he is overrated.” You stood on your claim, crossing your arms on your chest.

“Who’s overrated?” The two of you whipped your head to the kitchen entrance to find Steve with his Captain America face on.

“Tom Brady, this Cap wannabe here claimed that he’s the greatest player ever.” You said the last part of the sentence in mockery.

Chris, however, was awestruck by Steve’s presence that he just stared at him slack-jawed.

You nudged Chris on the elbow, waking him up from his stupor.

“Uh, hey, man, I’m Chris.” He jumped to his feet, extending his hand forward, which Steve took immediately.

“Drinking already?” He raised his eyebrow at you and you grinned in reply.

“It’s 5 o’clock somewhere, right?” You glanced at Chris and winked.

Unbeknownst to you, Steve’s demeanor changed and his entire body tensed at the exchange you shared with Chris. A sudden feeling of protectiveness and possessiveness inside him went to overdrive and all of the sudden, Steve felt the need to keep you away from Chris.

“Chris, shall we? I don’t have all day.” Steve shot the actor a straight smile before leaving the common room and back to his office.

The following week, the compound was more crowded than usual with the other actors visiting and shadowing their Avengers counterpart. While they got acquainted with their partners, your friendship with Chris was blossoming like a Sakura tree blooming in the springtime. After a week of spending a lot of time together, you found out that you and Chris shared similar interests, so the closeness was bound to happen.

“Hey, Y/N, I have a question.” Chris approached you one night after an entire day of following Steve.

“Mhm?” You responded, not bothering to take your eyes off your laptop screen.

“How do I look?”

Your gaze shot up and immediately laughed at the sight.

“You shaved off your beautiful beard?”

“Well, I gotta get into the role, yanno?”

“Aw, I actually really like your beard.” You hopped off the stool you were sitting on and squeezed Chris’ bare chin affectionately.

Little did you know; behind the wall of the kitchen stood a very pissed off and heartbroken Steve Rogers. His fists were clenched and his nostrils flare as he watched you and Chris walked off together to get dinner.

He couldn’t believe what was happening, he’d been chasing you for over a year and couldn’t get very far while Chris had only been around for a week and managed to get you to go out to dinner with him.

“What’s with the fist clenching and the extreme nostril game?” Natasha spoke up from Steve’s right.

“Not the time, Nat.” He replied curtly before turning around and fast-walked to his apartment.

“Hey, hey, wait up!” Natasha jogged to Steve’s side, clearly not going to let the matter drop. “Is it Y/N?” She asked, causing Steve to stop dead at his tracks. “Aha! It is!”

Steve groaned. “So what if it is? It’s not like it matters, she’s off to dinner with Evans.”

“Is that why you looked like you were ready to roundhouse kick the guy in the face?”

“Was it really that obvious?”

Natasha snorted an answer.

“I don’t know what to do, Nat. The guy looks exactly like me yet he’s the one that got her?”

“Well, maybe it’s not about–“

“What is it that he’s got that I don’t?” Steve raised his arms dramatically.

“It’s pretty obvious, though, come to think of it?” Natasha chuckled. “You just gotta put more effort into it, Steve.”

Steve tilted his head slightly to the side in confusion, then a realization dawned on him.

“Oh, God, I’m such an idiot.”

You groaned as you felt the fatigue sets in your bones. Despite the comfort of Tony’s private jet, the trip from Tokyo back to New York was not one you enjoyed, especially with the shitty weather that kept you on edge the entire time. You were requested to appear in front of a panel full engineers from all around the world to present the new technology Stark was working on, the convention lasted for 3 days and you were just yearning for your comfy bed.

“Hey, Y/N, welcome back!” A familiar voice echoed throughout the empty hallways of the apartments and a smile crept up your face.

You turned around to greet the man you’ve begun to miss, but your wide smile faltered into a confused one.

“Steve?”

“How was the trip?” He stopped right in front of you and you couldn’t stop yourself from staring.

“Wh– What’s with the…” You gestured your hand around your chin area.

“Oh, yeah, I thought I’d try something different. You like it?” Steve grinned.

You raised your eyebrows, not knowing exactly what to say. “Uh, well it’s definitely different?” You chuckled awkwardly.

Sensing your demeanor, Steve’s smile fell. “What? Something wrong with the beard?”

“Nothing! Nothing, it’s just… It’s not really you?”

“Well that’s kind of the point.” He muttered, running his hands through his hair in defeat.

You noticed his weird behavior, so you brought your hand to his bicep and squeezed them gently.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

Steve quickly shook his head. “Nothing, it’s nothing.”

“Steve.” You warned.

“I just– I just thought you’d like me with a beard.” He smiled sadly.

“What makes you think that?”

“Well, I overheard you talking to Evans last week about how you’d like him better with a beard, and you’ve been spending a lot of time with him. I thought–“

“You thought I chose him instead of you because of the beard?” You bit your tongue so you wouldn’t bust into laughter.

“Well, we look exactly the same? The only difference is the lumberjack situation he’s got going on, and you sounded pretty upset when he had to shave it off.”

You couldn’t hold it back anymore, the noise you made was far from human and you had to clutch on tightly to Steve in order not to fall completely on the floor. When you thought the laughter finally died down, the conversation came back to you and you were back on your knees, laughing.

“Oh Steve.” You said in between gasps of air. “You sweet, sweet thing.”

“Stop it!” Steve’s face was beet red by that point, so you brought your hand to his cheeks and smiled.

“Chris and I, we’re only friends, nothing more, in fact, he’s got a girlfriend. The reason he’s spending so much time with me is because he thought he’d get more about you from me than from following you around all day. You were pretty cold to the guy. Besides, he’s way too flirty for me.” You gave him a teasing smile.

“Only because he couldn’t keep his hands off my girl.” He muttered.

“Oh, so I’m your girl now?” A smirk slowly appeared on your face.

“Would you like to be?” Steve’s hands snake up your waist, pulling your body closer to his.

You bit back a smile and nodded.

“On one condition.” You said seriously.

“Shave the beard?”

“Shave the beard.”

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softcorehippos · 8 years ago

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Can’t Have That

A part of the drabble series When Two Worlds Collide for the 500 Followers Celebration.

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader x Robert Downey Jr.

Summary: There’s only one thing preventing Tony Stark from giving Robert Downey his stamp of approval.

A/N: Apologies for the short piece, I’m not going to lie and say that I’m the best at writing Tony because I’m not. I need to work on my Tony writing ugh.

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“I’m so sorry, he said he’d be ready in half an hour.” You chuckled apologetically to the couple in front of you. “Would you excuse me for a bit? You’re welcome to wait in the living room while I haul him out of his lab.”

“Oh it’s no problem at all, I know exactly what that feels like.” Susan nudged her thumb to her husband next to her.

You gave them another apologetic smile before stomping your way downstairs to Tony’s lab. The sound of your stiletto clacking against the marble floor echoed throughout the mansion as you made your way to Tony’s man cave and before you even got the chance to punch in the codes to his lab, Tony suddenly appeared with a terrified look on his face.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry. I’m done now.” He put both of his hands up in surrender.

“Half and hour, Tony. You kept our guests waiting for half a fucking hour! You’re a terrible host.”

“I know, baby, I just don’t want to see them.” He grabbed both of your arms and squeezed them.

“Then why would you invite them here?” You sighed exasperatedly. “Need I remind you, Tony, this whole thing was your idea. So why would you now back away from the deal?”

Tony rolled his eyes at you. “I just, when I thought about doing this I thought I’d be doing my own part.”

“Why the hell would you think that? You’re not an actor!”

“Well, I just don’t like the idea of other people playing me. What if they don’t portray me correctly? What if the actor’s a newbie who makes me look like an idiot? What if they don’t even remotely look like me?”

You snorted a laugh. “Oh, trust me, that won't be a problem.” You tugged at Tony’s hand and hauled him up the stairs to meet the guests. You found them right where you left them, and the moment they noticed you were walking back, they immediately stood up from the couch.

You noticed that Tony had stopped dead in his tracks. “Hon?” You called him out softly. “Come on, let’s say hi.”

Tony eyed the two guests suspiciously before joining you.

“Tony, this is Robert and Susan Downey.”

“Hi, mister Stark, it’s an honor to finally meet you.” Susan shook Tony’s hand with an excited smile, though Tony’s attention was set on the man standing next to her.

“Hm.” He hummed, earning confused looks from the couple.

“Robert, Downey.” The man extended his arm, which Tony took hesitantly, his eyes never leaving Robert’s face.

“Hm.” Tony let out another hum, which made everybody uneasy because of how weird it was.

“Tony.” You said through gritted teeth.

Then Tony started nodding. “Alright, I can work with this.” He nodded to you and you rolled your eyes in response.

“Although, we gotta do something about this situation right here.” He gestured to Downey’s chin area, referring to the lack of facial hair. “I mean, come on.” He then gestured to his own chin area. “Can’t have that.”

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softcorehippos · 8 years ago

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Daddy

A part of the When Two Worlds Collide drabble series for the 500 Followers Celebration!

Character: Sam Wilson

Summary: A surprise visit made Sam question whether or not he was careful during his fun-night-stands.

A/N: Second installment of the celebration drabbles, let me know what you think! Oh and can anyone tell me how to reply to replies? Like I really want to comment back on the comments you guys left, BUT IDK HOW TO DO THAT.

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“For the millionth time, Red Wing is not a pet.” Sam shot you a dirty look as he took another bite of his apple.

“Uh-huh, so it wasn’t Red Wing that I caught you talking to last night?” you smirked and quickly ducked when you saw Sam tossing his napkin at your direction. “Too slow, Wilson.” You shot him another smirk before disappearing behind the fridge door.

“Do we have anything to do today? Does Steve have any missions for us?” Clint propped his head on his hands.

“You bored?”

“YES.” He exhaled, “I’m so bored, I’d rather face an uncertain death than be here any longer.” He moaned in exaggeration.

“Tony said he had something to tell us, I don’t know what that means but it’s Tony, so I’m guessing it’s gonna be big.” You answered as you closed the fridge door.

“Or catastrophic.” Sam rolled his eyes and let his head fall on the kitchen counter.

The Avengers were enjoying their day off, which doesn’t come very often lately, with how fast HYDRA is growing under the radar, the team was always sent out on a mission, sometimes even back to back.

Sam Wilson, often sandwiched between two super soldiers, felt like he constantly needed to up his physique in order to keep up. He wanted to be just as good as his two closest friends, even without his wings. So he put in the time, dedicating a portion of his time during the morning to workout.

His session was later joined by the others, and soon, the individual workouts turned into a sparring match. On the mat, Bucky and Natasha was showing the rest of the guys how it was done, back in the day. Sam and Clint were hollering and calling out bets, trying to get the one or the other distracted.

“What’s a metal arm good for if you can’t even beat a girl, Barnes!” Sam yelled through the grunts coming out of the two combatants.

“Wanna say that again, Wilson?” Natasha taunted as she hooked her leg behind Bucky’s neck and swiftly climbed up his torso, before dropping him like a sack of flour.

Sam put both of his hands up, mocking surrender.

“I’m just sayin’, you gotta get your head–“

“DADDY!” Suddenly, a high-pitched squeal of a 6 year-old echoed throughout the gym, yanking everybody’s attention. He came barreling down from the entrance and came to a screeching halt before jumping on Sam’s leg like a Koala. “I’ve been looking for you all over, where did you go, Daddy?”

Sam’s eyes widened, and so did the rest of the guys’.

“Daddy?” Bucky snorted a laugh, trying hard but failing to keep his cackling at bay.

Sam was too shocked to even respond, he just kept staring at the little boy who was clinging onto his leg, staring back at him with big eyes and wide smile.

“Uh, who are you?” Asked Sam when he finally broke from his state of shock.

“Dad, you’re funny.” The kid jumped off his leg and giggled. “Is that Hawkeye’s bow and arrow? Cool!” He exclaimed before sprinting off to see it up close.

“Uh, Wilson?” Clint spoke with a smirk. “That your kid?”

Sam whipped his head so fast at his direction, only to stare back with a confused look.

“No!” He exclaimed. “Well, no? I don't think so?” He muttered; his gaze went back and forth between the kid and the rest of the guys.

“He kinda looks like you, he has your ears.” Natasha spoke with a smirk.

“Wait, what do you mean you don’t think so?” Bucky pushed himself off the mat to stand next to Sam.

“Exactly what I said, I don’t know.”

“Have you been…?” Natasha raised an eyebrow.

“Hey, I’ve had my share of fun night stands, okay? I just… I thought I was always careful…?” His gaze went back to the little boy who was playing with Clint’s bow on the floor.

“But how did he get in here? He couldn’t just walk in without anybody escorting him up here?” asked Bucky.

Sam, followed by everyone, walked up to the little boy and squatted down to his level.

“Hey, kiddo? How exactly did you get in here?”

Before he could answer, the gym door slammed open and two people came running in.

“Oh, God! There you are! We’ve been looking all over for you!” A man, who looked eerily similar to Sam picked the little boy up and squeezed him into a hug.

Bucky and Natasha shared looks, while both Clint and Sam had their jaws on the floor.

“Hey, sorry man, this isn’t how I excepted us to meet. I’m Anthony.” Anthony set the boy down to extend his hand for a handshake. “This is my wife,” He gestured the woman standing next to him. “And this, is my son.” He bounced the little kid in his arm.

Sam felt like he was looking in a mirror, the man standing before him, although dressed differently, looked exactly like him and it was making him uncomfortable.

“I know, I know, it’s really weird. I feel like looking in a mirror.” Anthony continued when his hand was left hanging.

“Yeah, man. Uh, sorry.” Sam shook Anthony’s hand, but continued to stare at him. His gaze then lowered to the little kid next to him. “So, just to be sure, that’s not my kid, right?”

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