sweetheart

and i-

Omg, after sending him a picture of it:

Bambi: buy please?

Steve: absolutely not.

Bambi: 🥺 cream stevie

Steve: I don’t even know what it is. I’m almost positive it isn’t cream.

Bambi: we going to check out

Steve: put it back. You can’t get it.

Bambi: long line

Steve: I hope you put it back

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Steve: Bambi

Steve: I hope you didn’t buy that.

Bambi: no

Steve: good

Bambi: bucky did :D

Rather, he embraces love without bound, unafraid to look or even be called “whipped” or “simp” whatsoever. For he has no “reputation” to uphold as a “man”. He doesn’t mind his “pride” as a “man” too.

Idk just dumping these thots! Can ignore this in ur inbox if ya want 😉

AHH I LOVE THIS !! I completely agree. WaW!Steve is a dream man and I love how you put it, friend ! He allows himself to feel those emotions and be in tune with them, he isn’t afraid to be vulnerable and sensitive. And pride can be such a dangerous thing sometimes.

he embraces love without bound <- 🥺

Pairing: Jake JensenxBlack Reader

⚠️: Maybe a tiny bit of technical angst (🤷🏽‍♀️ lol), fluff💕

“P-Pooch?,” you stammer unable to fathom that your supposedly dead brother was standing in front of you and his wife who was about to give birth to their son in any minute.

“Hey peanut,” he smiles stepping further in the hospital room. “I’d hug you, but I’m w-,”

You didn’t even let him finish before immediately wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face in his shoulder. Good thing he was already wet from the rain, your tears would just be a welcomed addition.

“Wait. D-Does that mean-”

“Hey babe,” the all too familiar voice speaks making more silent tears fall as you lift your head. Just as soaked as Pooch, he nervously smiles removing his hat to reveal his spiked frosted tips. He pretty much looked the same as you last saw him. Toned arms and chest shielded by his dripping jacket along with your personal favorite, his black circular frames bringing even more attention to those crystal baby blues.

There were plenty of times you thought about what you’d do if granted this moment. Cry, scream, maybe jump into his arms clinging onto him like a koala on a tree. Possibly all three even. Now, finally being granted your wish after all these months, there was one main thing on your mind.

“Wow,” he smiles as you slowly move closer to each other. “I didn’t think it was possible, but somehow you’ve gotten more beautiful.” Just as the words left his mouth, the back of your hand connecting with his abdomen in the hardest hit you could muster nearly knocks the wind out of him as he keeled forward.

“And apparently stronger too..,” he coughs.

“How could you?!”

“I didn’t do it on purpose! We had to so we could go after the guy who set us up. And why didn’t you hit Pooch?! He was in it too.”

“He’s got one coming after my nephew safely enters the world, right now though it’s your turn,” you glare before smacking him again.

“Told you she had a strong backhand,” Pooch states quickly closing the room door before his sister decided to direct her rage at him.

The rest of the team merely watch in entertainment as your hits move to his shoulders and biceps until Jensen can grab your wrists pinning them by your sides.

“I’m sorry for putting you through all that, but it’s not like I completely left! I could still see you.”

You tilt your head in confusion ready to ask what he was talking about, until seeing Clay nervously scratch the back of his neck as he and Cougar shift their gaze clues you in on what he meant.

“SERIOUSLY JAKE?!”

“Wha-? I-,”

“Did you really think that would make me feel better?!”

“...Honestly at this point I’m afraid to answer.”

Annoyed groan falling from your lips, you tried to escape his grasp, but his larger hands slightly tightening their grip on yours, along with him following your every movement, keep you in place. “When we go home I can explain everything.”

“Will you? Or are you just gonna lie some more?”

“I promise I’ll tell everything,” he whispers, leaving a chaste kiss on your temple before flashing one of his ‘please don’t stay mad at me forever because I love you’ smiles. So far, it’d gotten him out of any argument you had. Including this one.

Darn those good looks of his.

“Fine,” you reply as you cross your arms, leaving him to find a seat in the nearby waiting room.

“Any tips here Colonel?,” Jake sighs.

“I’m probably not the one you’d want relationship advice from.”

Another heavy sigh leaves his lips as he follows your path down the hall to sit next to you. That is if you’d let him.

“Okay, is anybody else stuck on the fact that Jensen actually has a girlfriend?,” Aisha states breaking the momentary silence and making both men chuckle.

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It’s the happiest he’s ever been to walk into his small, outdated apartment. Things weren’t exactly the same as he left it with your few new decorations and pieces of furniture trying to make the place a bit of your own, but of course he didn’t mind. It actually warmed his heart that although he was “gone” you still chose to stay, sticking by his side when you easily could’ve moved on with your life.

“Jeez, the faucet always drip that loud?,” he lightly chuckles shedding his coat and placing it on the small hanger by the door.

“It started a bit after you left,” you sigh kicking off your shoes. “Think it’s loud now, it’s even louder when you’re just sitting here alone.”

Following you to the bedroom feeling like a dog with its tail between his legs, he sits at the foot of the bed looking down at his hands as you move about the bathroom getting yourself ready for bed. Your words were like the sharpest sting as his mind vividly showed an image of you just sitting in this apartment with nothing but thoughts of loosing your brother and boyfriend along with the hum of the AC. He knew for the sake of their mission, and the team, he couldn’t say anything, but it still didn’t take away his guilt of what you went through mentally and emotionally.

“I tried to write you.”

“What, your computer go down and you couldn’t watch me anymore?,” you counter over your shoulder before rinsing the soap from your face.

“That was only once okay? I was watching my niece’s soccer game and then I thought about what you were doing and kinda sorta hacked your office’s cameras, which yes I know was wrong. Speaking of, they really should update their software, a fifth grader could easily hack into it just guessing the password,” he answers making you roll your eyes with a chuckle.

“And who’s Tom?”

“Tom?”

“Yea. Curly brown haired guy, cubicle across from yours. Big head you can see a mile away.”

“I’m sorry are you somehow trying to turn things on me when you’re the one that’s supposed to be explaining why I’ve thought you were dead this whole time?,” you ask wiping the remaining moisturizer from your hands before crossing them in front of your chest as you step closer to the now nervous looking man.

“N-no, of course not! But I mean since he’s been mentioned...”

“He’s just this guy at work that apparently likes me and asked me out but I said no, because a small part of me kept hoping that you’d miraculously come back. Happy?”

“I-uh...y-yes?”

Sighing, you sit beside him tucking your bare legs under you and taking his hand in yours to trace the lines on his palm. You never knew how or why you started, but it was something you occasionally did while you two were talking or just lying next to him enjoying each other’s company. It brought a smile and giddy feeling to Jensen, just as it did to you.

“Listen, I’m sorry I’m giving you a hard time, I know you didn’t have a choice, and understand. Selfishly though, I just missed you so much and wish I could’ve known. It definitely would’ve saved some sleepless nights and tears.”

With his other hand, his thumb and index finger gently grab your chin guiding you to meet his eyes. “I’m sorry for everything I put you through having you think I was dead. The second we threw our tags in that fire you and my family were all I could think about. Like I said I wanted to write and give you some sign that I wasn’t gone, but I could never figure out how to start. Plus Clay threatened to cut off little Jensen if I did send anything back home once he found out, which only made it tougher.”

“Yea we wouldn’t want that,” you softly laugh following a short sniffle you were trying to hold back. You really were done with crying, having done so since you got that devastating call so long ago, and just wished your tear ducts would shrivel up already. “Sorry, I thought I was done with the tears.”

“Shh, don’t be.” Leaning forward, his soft as clouds lips meet the single salty droplet in the middle of you cheek erasing its presence before moving to yours in quite possibly the most delicate, tender kiss you’ve ever experienced. Any other time, you’d probably call it painfully slow, trying to take the lead to move things along. But as you both sat there taking everything in from each other’s scents to the feel of how one’s lips and mouth felt on the other, you couldn’t feel more connected.

Just barely pulling away, his swollen lips rest centimeters above yours ready to take them again as soon as he caught his breath.

“I don’t know if I should be embarrassed at myself or amazed at whatever powers you have,” he starts, a light chuckle escaping him. “But I think you just made me-,”

“Jensen!,” you laugh, playfully smacking his shoulder. “Way to ruin a romantic mood.”

“If it’s romance you want, say no more,” he smiles taking your hand in his and placing it on his chest as he clears his throat. To the best of his ability, he begins singing the opening lines to your couple’s song, as Jake proclaimed it, instantly making you fall back on the bed in laughter.

“You actin' kinda shady, ain't callin' me baby, why the sudden change. Say my name, say my name!”

“This is definitely not a couple’s song,” you laugh feeling his forearms rest on either side of your head and chest vibrate from his laughing.

“I’ll admit lyrically wise..yes, you’re right. But it’s still ours which makes it special.”

You’d never forget that day in the grocery store trying to find a pint of your favorite ice cream as the song played overhead. Without really looking, you thought you were on the freezing aisle by yourself and began singing along as you gently bobbed your head. Suddenly hearing a voice singing the background vocals made you slightly jump turning to see the taller man in a grey sweatshirt, blue and white basketball shorts, and sneakers holding up his hands.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. I-It’s Destiny’s Child, I couldn’t resist.”

“It’s okay, and I mean who can?,” you respond, both softly laughing before shyly looking back at your respective sections to get your frozen desserts.

“Soo...you like ice cream?,” he asks interrupting the momentary silence.

“Yea, um my favorite’s moose tracks,” you answer briefly holding up your pint with a smile.

“You know who has a good moose tracks? Bennie & Bailey’s downtown. They make it from scratch and I don’t know what all they put in it, but it’s amazing.”

“Oh, okay thanks. I don’t think I’ve ever been there.”

“Well you should definitely go one day. I mean if you want,” he nervously chuckles.

“Will do,” you smile. “Only if you’ll take me though?”

At first, being met with his shocked, speechless expression made your newfound confidence falter thinking you might’ve been too bold with the cute stranger, whom you hadn’t even asked if he was single or not. However seeing his eyes shine bright and adorable smile grace his pink lips, your excitement returned as he moved closer handing you his phone.

Years later, the rest is history as you lie in bed with the man you were sure was the love of your life.

“Hey what’s going on in there?,” he asks brushing his fingertips across your forehead noticing you become quiet. Lightly scratching his goatee, you feel your eyes start to water again causing you to blink a few times trying to keep them at bay.

“I just don’t want you to leave again,” you whisper, moving your fingers to card through his chestnut and blonde mixed strands.

“I’m not going anywhere unless you ask me too.”

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a/n- Hey lovely people! this is my second entry for the shameless hoes for chris challenge, so i’d like to say a very happy birthday (and belated birthday) to the lovely @stargazingfangirl18​ & @navybrat817​ who are hosting this challenge! thank you for sharing your kindness, talent, and shameless hoe thoughts with us through this challenge and every day, i hope you both had great days! here’s this Frank one shot as a gift! also, disclamer: i know nothing about boats. thoughts are in italics, prompt is in bold. Enjoy! <3

Summary: You move into a new town in search of a new job, and you meet a very handsome man and his cute niece. Or more accurately, their cat finds you.

Word count: ~3,550

Prompts:  Oops I caught feelings for you and I got ‘em baddd. &  “Oh god, did I say that out loud?”

Warnings: SMUT, explicit sexual content, explicit language. please do not read if you are uncomfortable with any of the above!

You opened the curtains of the small window, squinting a little as the morning sun hit your sleep-deprived eyes. It was the first night you spent in your new little house by the docks, and you’d always had a bit of a hard time sleeping in new places. 

You sighed and rubbed your eyes, getting the coffee started. You had another week until you had to work, giving you enough time to get to know your new surroundings and fix your sleep schedule before you took over at the local library. The pay wasn’t too high but you needed a job while you were working on your novel, and what better than being surrounded by books?

Ch.1 - The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year

a/n - hey lovely people!! i’m so incredibly excited to finally share this series with you! this chapter is a bit shorter than the others as it’s more of a prologue / teaser even, but i hope you enjoy it! see you tomorrow with the next one (seriously, you have no idea how giddy i am that i can have consistent updates). enjoy!!<3

Summary: You were just doing your holiday shopping when you stumbled upon your neighbor. Friend. Crush? Oh, you weren’t going to label it right now… But he did ask for a favor. And it’s the holidays, so why not help him out?

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: a few curse words, thirst / innuendos (c’mon, it’s colin!)

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You went up the stairs to your apartment, struggling to keep the many shopping bags you were carrying in your grasp. One of them fell and tumbled to the bottom of the flight of stairs, stopping once it reached the bottom. You sighed and went back down, reaching down to try and grab it but instead the other bags in your hand fell from your grasp as well, scattering on the floor.

“Ugh,” you groaned and started to get them all back in your hand. Sometimes you wondered why you knew so many people, and Christmas time was definitely one of these times. Coming back from a present shopping spree, you just wished to just lay down and do nothing after a whole day of running around. But apparently, you thought when you saw who was coming up the stairs, I’m not wishing hard enough.

a/n- Hey lovely people! it’s been a while since i wrote something for Colin and this tweet by the sweet @evansshine​ gave me the motivation to do so :) Enjoy!<3

Summary: enjoying a quiet afternoon with your boyfriend at the park leads to a slightly more serious conversation…

Word Count: 825

Warnings: none that i noticed

a/n - hey lovely people!! as promised, at last - a post! and this one is for @the-ce-horniest-book-club​ ‘s celebration for Chris’ birthday🎉 i chose to write for Andy because i love him:) hope you enjoy<3

Summary: as you and Andy wander in search of some furniture, some feelings are revealed… 

Word Count: 800

Warnings: a tiny bit of angst / insecurity, but obviously a fluffy ending🥺

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The high ceilings stretch up, the path before you longer than you can see. You turn around helplessly, but you don’t know where you are. Your ears perk up at the sound of a familiar voice calling your name, and you whip around just in time to see him coming towards you.

a/n- Hey lovely people! this was written for @stargazingfangirl18​​ & @navybrat817​​ ‘s shameless hoes for chris challenge, and I can’t be happier that our baby Andy’s first appearance on this blog is for their challenge! thoughts are in italics and the prompt is in bold. also a disclaimer - i’ve never been to a singles mixer lol. Enjoy!<3

Prompts: We are the only two people at this god awful event who seemed to be utterly miserable, so let’s be miserable together & “Can you just not right now?”

Summary: you never believed in singles mixers, but something about this stranger might just change that…

Word count: ~2,570

Warnings: smut!!, explicit language. please don’t read if you are uncomfortable with those things!

Your eyes wandered around the room for the umpteenth time that night. It was packed full of people who were talking to one another, mostly paired up, usually leaning towards each other. Lashes were flattered, muscles were subtly flexed, arms brushed “accidentally”. The usual joys of a singles mixer.

a/n - hey lovely people!! i’m so happy i’m kicking the new year off with the loml andy barber aka if ‘husband material’ was a human. this is my entry for the Merry Hoemas Challenge, hosted by the absolutely amazing @amythedvdhoarder​ @chrissquares​ @drabblewithfrannybarnes​ @pumpkin-and-pine​ and @starlightcrystalline. i know this is the last day, i’m sorry it’s so late but i hope you enjoy!<3

Summary: this year, christmas isn’t what it used to be. the story of you and andy through christmas, and the soft epilouge (angst with a happy ending because i’m mushy)

Prompts: sad memories of christmas past & new year countdown kiss

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: none that i’ve seen:)

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For the first time in five years, you were spending Christmas alone.

Well, you weren’t really alone. You were with your coworkers at a lame office holiday party. And you’ve done that before, but not without –

Point is, for the first time in five years, you were spending Christmas lonely.

a/n - hey lovely people!! we’re continuing the october fics with this two-parter (next part will be out next week). i wanted to write something maybe a little more true-crimey, since i love the genre, and what better characer to play around with in that genre than our beloved murder boyfriend. i feel like this one is the fluffier one, so savor it while you can, the next part will be A Lot. enjoy<3

Summary: it’s almost the last straw when your blind date goes sideways, but then the cute waiter swoops in to save the day. But there’s always more than meets the eye, and maybe Ransom isn’t as good as you thought. Though maybe, you’re not as good as you thought as well.

(Canon divergence - takes place after knives out but ransom’s never found to be the killer, and things go a little differently. i feel like you could read this even if you didn’t watch the movie, but it’ll probably spoil it)

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: mentions of death and murder, crime, reader is a police detective, jonathan is an original character (so “johnny” isn’t supposed to be johnny storm or anything, he’s just a dude lol), ransom drysdale is not a good person

read part 2!

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“Johnny, you got a sec?”

“No!” Jonathan yelled from his desk, where he was going over some files. Whatever, you were sure they weren’t that important.

“Not even for your favorite partner?” you teased, as you came to a halt in front of him, leaving him no choice but to glance up at you, his annoyed expression melting into an impressed one.

“Damn, detective,” he laughed, “you look great.”

“Thank you, detective,” you replied, smiling. You knew Jonathan since the academy, and when you both made detectives in the same precinct, you started addressing each other by your new rank, and even though you weren’t as young and enthusiastic anymore, it stuck.

Prince Charming

a/n - nonnie, you're a person after my own heart. i LOVE this request sooooo much!! disclaimer - this is suuuper cheesy, but honestly it's me, what do you expect? lol, enjoy<3

the first movie steve ever watched with you was an action movie

he wanted to take you on a proper dinner-and-a-movie date, and this one  apparently got very positive reviews

but he didn’t like it one bit, the fast-paced action sequences either seeming unrealistic at times and a bit too realistic for his liking in others

after a few dates, you went again, trying a documentary this time

but that just bored him

you just didn’t go to the movies together after that, agreeing that your taste is just different, and that’s okay, there were plenty of other places to enjoy each other’s company

a/n- Hey lovely people! this is a little headcanon in honor of Steve’s birthday, because this patriotic punk deserves all the love. Enjoy! <3

You, Steve and pretty much the entire Avengers team were there

needless to say, you were all giddy like little kids to watch the fireworks tonight

you were all sitting outside, folding chairs, picnic coolers full of beers and all

almost the normal American family, except for the fact the Avengers compound was towering behind you, reminding you of your unique job

but the fact was - you were a family

maybe a little dysfunctional at times, and not related by blood

but that never stopped you from loving all the people around you like brothers and sisters

well, except for one of them, who was the love of your life

Steve’s hand trailed along your thigh carelessly while he was talking to Bucky

reminiscing on the time where Steve was desperate to put his life on the line for the freedom of their country

what can you say, your boyfriend was the epitome of the American Hero

Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness? he had it all

Steve fought for his life and others’ many times in the past

and he almost started a civil war when he fought with Tony in order to remain free from government control, to be fully responsible for his actions

now comes the pursuit of happiness part

and that was your favorite one

because that meant you and Steve were free to plan for your future, to stop fighting for a second and take a breath

and maybe you were both saps, but you both really wanted the American Dream™

a white picket fence, a few kids, maybe even a dog

you’ve spent countless nights discussing it

anyways, your boyfriend was a national treasure

so much so that his birthday was apparently on the 4th of July???

no, just kidding

cap’s birthday was rumored to be 4th of July

Steve was actually born in November, but he embraced it as his second birthday

Sam came to sit down with you

“Happy birthday old man,” he smirked

You all laughed, and honestly, you couldn’t have been happier

Steve took hold of your hand, squeezing it in his to get your attention

he winked at you before saying he wasn’t old and he was willing to show it

you immediately averted your gaze, thinking he was referring to your… mature activities

but he extended his free hand to Sam, “rock paper scissors go!”

they went like that for a few rounds, you and Bucky watching and laughing at their antics

Steve ended up winning, at which he smirked in victory

that’s when Tony shouted at all of you sarcastically

“come on kids! the fireworks will be on in a minute!”

you all turned your face to watch the display of fireworks like the rest of America

you leaned in to kiss Steve’s cheek and whisper in his ear, “happy July 4th baby”

at which he smiled and whispered back, “you too, sweetheart”

but of course Tony Stark can’t leave well enough alone

he arranged another firework display after the regular one

and it showed the faces or symbols of every team member

the grand finale? Steve’s shield smeared over the sky in shining lights, with the lovely caption “Happy birthday, America’s ass!” 

you all laughed like crazy, especially Scott, except Steve who was busy blushing and chuckling embarrassedly

you all got tired pretty quickly after that, retiring to go to sleep

or in your case, give Steve his birthday present ;)

let’s just say you had fireworks of your own to attend to

and later, when you both cuddling and drifting off

you ended out thinking that it was a perfect day because you were with your family, and you loved them more than anything

I feel like this was a little all over the place, but I really wanted to manage to post it today🥺 hope you enjoyed!

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okay, someone else asked for “sunsets don’t seem as pretty” and i felt like they were really similar so here it it :) i hope you’ll like it<3

Sunsets Don’t Seem As Pretty

Steve and you just arrived at your sketchy inn room, the newest of countless previous ones, and honestly probably countless more. On nights like this, when running from the government with your patriotic boyfriend seemed like it was never going to end, all you wanted to do was sleep.

You were staring melancholy out of the small window, watching the sun setting, when Steve noticed your gloomy mood. You felt him come to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around your torso. You leaned back, enjoying the warmth he radiated when he spoke.

"I'm sorry."

"You don't need to be," you said softly, "it's not your fault."

"You don't deserve this life. I should be able to give you a better one," he said, the sadness in his voice evident. "If it were up to me, you'd be watching this sunset from a different place. A better one."

"But if I was somewhere else, I wouldn't be with you," you smiled sadly, "and sunsets wouldn't be half as pretty without you, Stevie."

He chuckled and you turned around to kiss him gently.

Right now, you were both on the run together. But one day, when you were done running, done fighting, Steve would take you to a beach, to watch the sunset "properly", and ask you a very important question.

And you'd say yes. Because there was no one else you'd rather spend the rest of your life with.

Please and thank you

here it is!! sorry it’s a little later than the rest, you just sent it in when i was already super tired lol. also, this reminded me of when Tony said “doth mother know you weareth her drapes” and gave me a good giggle. i hope you’ll like this!!

Does Your Mother Know

Steve was steering the car with his left hand, his right one on your thigh.

"So, I was thinking, what should we say when we get to my parents' place?" you asked, innocently enough, but your words nearly made him lose control of the car.

"What do you mean what should we say?" he said once he regained his composure. He stopped on the side of the road, ever so responsible, and you just stared at him and shrugged. "Sweetheart, does your mother not know we're engaged?"

"Well, maybe," you mumbled.

"I thought you told her already," he frowned.

"I really wanted to, but I also wanted us to break the news together," you smiled timidly, "I'm sorry it took you by surprise, but my parents love you, I'm sure they'd be really happy to hear we're engaged, and you're a part of the family now, I wanted you to be there and then we can tell them together."

He chuckled. "Well, that's a really great idea, I just wish you hadn't shared it with me when I was driving the car."

"Sorry," you bit your lip to keep a grin from blossoming on your face.

"It's okay. Now, let's go tell your mother we're engaged. No problem."

Before he could restart the car, you put your hand over his. "Stevie, are you nervous?" you teased lovingly.

"Of course not," he answered too quickly. You raised your eyebrow at him, smirking slightly. "Maybe a little," he sighed in defeat.

"You have nothing to worry about," you giggled. "They wouldn't care that you didn't ask for their permission or something, that's not something you really do these days."

"Well, don’t be mad, but I may have actually asked your father. So he probably knows," Steve smiled anxiously.

a/n - hey lovely people!! churned out this 9k word story in two days because I was very inspired. as always, feel free to tell me your thoughts at the end! also, please heed the tags! there are some warnings, but I also want to repeat that steve is the main love interest in this story, not bucky, the relationship between bucky and reader is in the past and they’re good friends, don’t want anyone getting disappointed because of the tags. now, on to the story! I honestly had a blast writing this, and I hope you enjoy reading it!<3

summary: You’ve met Steve and Bucky in middle school. Now, at Bucky’s wedding, some important information is revealed, and some important realizations are made in its wake. Steve was your first crush, Bucky was your first boyfriend. You three have stayed friends through it all, but now, when your best-friend-with-benefits Steve asks for your help, will the dynamic shift?

word count: 9.1k

warnings / tags: childhood friends to friends with benefits to lovers, high school au (some of it), fake dating, wedding, civil breakups, briefly alludes to smut multiple times, cheating (not a main character but is mentioned), responsible alcohol consumption, stucky x reader friendship, steve is the main love interest!! this story really has so many tropes and i regret nothing<3

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This was wrong. You knew it was wrong, could feel the bit of dread surging in your stomach at the prospect of someone finding out, especially one someone in particular. But your thoughts melted away, and that dread gave way to something else, a pleasure that just felt right.

a/n - hey lovely people!! this one is for @s1utforfictionalcharacters​, who asked for a Steve x reader enemies to lovers a while ago. thank you so much for bearing with me and being patient, and i hope you enjoy!!<3

Summary: Between figuring out what was the Tesseract doing at a Hydra base and if it even is the Tesseract, you need to navigate your relationaship with one annoying, broody Captain. Honestly, you might prefer the Hydra thing. 

this isn’t set in the mcu timeline, but takes inspiration from a few mcu movies. it’s not canon compliant and everyone’s alive:)

Word Count: 7k

Warnings: lowkey angst and some tension, maybe a curse word or two? tell me if i missed anything!

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“Rogers!” you heard Tony’s voice over the comms, “Where the hell are you?”

“Babysitting,” you heard Steve’s irritated voice, not only over the comms but also behind you, right before you saw him dashing past you to punch the Hydra agent you were fighting square in the jaw.

“Well, get America’s ass over here, now,” Tony grunted, clearly mid-fight himself, “we need backup.”

a/n - hey lovely people!! what’s up? i feel like it’s been sooooo long since i posted a fic, so here we are! this is my entry for the lovely @nekoannie-chan‘s challenge, and it is a whole ass 4 months late. i am so incredibly sorry about this, there’s literally no excuse. i’ll explain what happened with this fic in the end notes cause i don’t wanna go on too much. okay enjoy<3

Summary: When Steve goes back in time to return the stones, for a split second you’re worried he won’t come back. When he does, he has an interesting perspective about letting go and moving on.

Word Count: 2k

Prompt: the song “Blow Me (One Last Kiss)” by Pink

Warnings: nothing i’ve noticed, if you see something i don’t please tell me!

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“Alright Cap,” Bruce said, ready to get Steve back to the past, “Good to go?”

Steve just nodded at him, and sent a small smile your way before the helmet covered his face.

“Going quantum in three, two, one,” Bruce pressed the button, and then he was gone, off to the past to bring back the stones you had taken in order to beat Thanos.

“Bringing him back in three, two, one,” Bruce pressed the button again, and nothing happened. You could hear your heartbeat thrumming in your ears, fear constricting your chest.

What happened?