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Drunk in Love - Steve Rogers

Hello, I saw bday anons requested their stuff, so I thought I’d also try :) A Steve imagine where Nat drags you to Tony’s Party cause she knows you have a crush on Cap. Then you see him talking to some woman and you decide to get drunk. Later at night you’re pretty drunk but Steve is with you, helping you and trying to take care of you (he also has a crush on you). Then he carries you to his Apartment in his bed & you blurt out your Feelings for him. In the morning he tells you he feels the same

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You were wondering why the hell you had agreed to go to that party or why you had allowed Natasha to get you dressed that way. You didn’t feel sexy that moment, not while you were watching Steve flirt with a blonde woman on the other side of the room. Fuck it your crush on Captain America. Fuck it Natasha and her habit of thinking she knew everything. Fuck it being sober and suffering for someone who didn’t see you with the same eyes. You would drink until you wake up the next day in Natasha’s sofa.

“Give me that bottle of tequila, please.” You tapped on the bar counter and pointed to the bottle you wanted, the bartender looked confused but shrugging he gave you the tequila without question “Thank you.”

You passed the sofa where Natasha and the rest of the Avengers were, she looked at you with a raised eyebrow and you just nodded. Ignoring the eyes of everyone who knew you and were surprised to see you with a closed bottle in hand passing through the party going to the emergency exit. You’d get drunk, but no one needed to see it and you knew very well that your redheaded friend would go after you as soon as the party was over. Going down the stairs, you found yourself on the side of the facility which had a huge garden, you sat on a bench and opened the bottle. Looking at the starry sky and the party music playing in the distance, you began to drink alone the strong net of tequila, a stupid attempt to forget for a while Steve Rogers.

“Where are you, (Y / N)?” was the first thing that Natasha spoke when you finally managed to answer the call, you giggled trying to get up but fell against the bench, sitting.

“In the garden!” you crooned groggy, you didn’t know how much time had passed, you pouted “Nat, the tequila is over!”

“Great, Clint’s going to get you there, sweetie” and then Natasha ended the call.

Snorting impatient, you stuck the phone in your small bag and laid on the bench, ignoring the fact that you werew wearing a dress. You stared at the sky in silence, already feeling a slight drowsiness when finally heard hurried footsteps coming toward you.

“You’re late! I hope you brought the tequila!” you muttered sly, without getting up, but then who stopped beside you leaned his face over you, and was not who you expected “Steve? What are you doing here? Where’s my tequila?”

“Hello, shorty, I came to get you.” the super soldier smiled warmly, offering a hand to help you up, you accepted without thinking twice and rose from the seat quickly, but soon felt all run toward the ground “Wow, I think someone can’t walk.”

“I can, just give me a minute!” you squealed while being caught in Steve’s arms, he was holding you as if you weighed nothing.

“Shh, don’t worry, okay?”

Steve quietly walked the flights of stairs to reach the rooms floor, going toward his own room. He felt his heart beating fast and eager as he opened the door with you still in his arms, almost asleep. He put you in bed with care before closing the door, turning to take off your shoes and then cover you with the sheets.

“I love you, Steve. I know this is just a dream, but I love you.” you whispered sleepily, making Steve stop what he was doing and look at you with wide eyes.

"I love you too, (Y / N).” he muttered after a few seconds, taking a hand to your face to caress your cheek.

The super soldier came around the bed, removing his shoes and opening some buttons of his shirt before lie down in the empty side of the mattress. He smiled sheepishly, not believing what was happening that night. Steve was fond of you for months and know that he knew that you felt the same, it was a sweet relief. Without contain himself, Steve turned in your direction, pulling you gently and snuggling you against his body protectively. Surely the first thing he would do in the morning would to tell you more appropriately the feelings he had for you. And give you the lovely kiss he had imagined for so long.

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So, @multifan-im-doomed asked for this, and I’m so glad you did because oh my god, this was so fun to write. I tagged it onto the end of a Bucky x Reader requested by @vastudent3 way back when, and it turned out pretty good. I hope you like it to. Enjoy, my darlings!

Can I request one in which the reader has some kind of spiritual abilities that enables her to communicate with spirits (or even go to the spirits world) and she helped Steve meet Peggy but she ended up meeting her dead ex boyfriend as well?

“Memory Lane” (Part 3)

Part 2

“What happened?”

Bucky was all of a dither. He didn’t know how to respond. He was in shock. “I- I- I don’t know. It was- Something happened. I- I- I-” “Mr Barnes,” Helen Cho commanded, “I’m going to need you to calm down. I cannot help your girlfriend unless you tell me what happened.”

The gurney sailed through the corridors with ease, Dr Cho and her medical staff either side. Bucky also accompanied them and Steve jogged just behind. Both men looked terrified.

Dr Cho had been informed that she would be dealing with Bucky’s girlfriend – but it looked nothing like you. Instead, the stretcher carried a grey statue. Yet somehow ‘statue’ seemed to be the wrong word. The structure looked fragile, twisted, and thin, like papier mâché mixed with gravel. On the bright side, at least it resembled a person. Your arm – presumably trapped within the stony cocoon – reached up into the sky, frozen where you had reached out for help.

“It… It was a bomb.” “A bomb?” Cho asked. She pulled the stretcher towards her as they turned a corner. “Yes. And no. It was a bomb, but not like a bomb I’ve ever seen.”

“Are you sure?” “It was…” Bucky strained himself remembering the detail, “blue, like a crystal. But it let off this… this stuff. This mist.”

Nobody saw Steve halting in his tracks.

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Whatever you’re going through at the moment - you are strong, smart, amazing and adorkable and you can overcome this! Just keep holding on ღ ╹◡╹)ノ♡

A reminder to myself and others: It’s important to let yourself rest when you need it 💙

*internally screaming* SIRI KNOWS THE TRUTH!!!

To hold you over while I work on the next prompt, here’s a fic I just posted on my ao3!

Language: English 

Words: 2,524 

Summary: It’s Christmas. Brooklyn is blanketed in snow, and as the brunette agent peers out the window, tea in hand, she ponders the day to come, the surprises in store, and most of all, the soldier asleep in her bed.

Also, I just have a lot of feelings about this:

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Because Natasha is almost always the one to initiate when it comes to Steve:

mentions Phil Coulson’s Captain America trading cards when she first meets Steve to ease him into the chaotic atmosphere of the helicarrier

continuously tries to set him up, to the point where she can bring it up in the middle of a mission and he just goes along

texts him about business with emoticons

steals the hard-drive Fury gave to Steve and, instead of cracking it on her own like she very well could’ve, she goes back to the hospital to find Steve because she wants to work with him, as a team

and then literally bares her scars to him and makes a joke about it because making jokes during tense situations is what she does and again, Steve is so used to it that he goes along with it

I’m not going to use The Kiss as a point because that’s technically cover stuff, but after, she openly asks him about his “dating life” and rather than seeming surprised or whatever when he admits that he’s kissed at least one person since coming off the ice, she looks happy for him because he’s actually trying

he comes to her to ask what’s bothering her after they find refuge in Sam’s guest bedroom, because Steve Rogers comforts people, he tries to help them, it’s what he does - but Natasha reaches out to him, asks him about something that’s very important to her - if he trusts her - because she genuinely wants to know, maybe she’s almost desperate to after he’s saved her life, and she almost can’t help it, so she asks because she wants to know how he sees her

THE CHEEK KISS IN THE CEMETERY

joins in on teasing Steve about the “language!” and instead of acting exasperated like with the others, he actually teasingly fights back

accepts their supposed impending death in Sokovia with this sad, small smile on her face, looking perfectly content to spend her last moments with him, so comfortable in his presence that she doesn’t even have to look at him -  his presence is enough

Natasha almost goes out of her way to connect with Steve and I love it, not just as a shipper, but as someone who loves Natasha and hates seeing her characterized as emotionally distant and detached. Is she cautious? Yes. Is she not as affectionate as others? Yes. But she doesn’t shy away from being openly affectionate with the people she cares about, the people she loves. It manifests in different ways - snarky banter with Clint, an understanding akin to loyalty with Fury, sympathetic conversations with Bruce. And with Steve? It means reaching out to him and making the first move. I think we all see a terrible loneliness in Steve and Natasha doesn’t want that for him. She wants him to feel like he belongs with them, in this time, because this is his home now and he deserves to feel that way. From the very beginning, she’s been the one to initiate a personal interaction with him and I think that says so much about how their relationship works, because Steve isn’t the one that wears his heart on his sleeve with personal matters like this, and he isn’t the one that is trying to fix her - she’s trying to be open to him, reaching out to him in a way she believes will finally get him to reach out, too. Maybe not to her specifically, which is why she tries to set him up with someone else, but she wants to see him reach out to someone, to lean on someone and not carry all of this weight on his own shoulders anymore. She wants to chip away at the ice so that he can have an intimate connection with someone and not be so alone, because if he has that with someone then it means that he finally has a reason to truly exist in this new life he was thrust into, and that means Natasha would’ve finally gotten it right.

Doing this to prove a point to my mum

Reblog if you think you can have a fulfilling relationship without sex.

Morning Tide

Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: She’s the morning tide and he’s just the sun in the background. Words: 1,057 Warnings: language Notes: i wrote half of this in school and i have no idea what is happening either okay i’m soz

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