abstract: Steve doesn’t get gifts often, and so, he isn’t used to receiving things. But when [Y/N] steps into his life, his world is flipped upside down.
word count: 791 words
warnings: so much fluff wow
paring: steve rogers x female reader
a/n: happy birthday steve rogers i love you with all my heart (’:
Steve never expected people to do anything for him, he was well aware that he was to do good deeds for almost nothing in return. That’s how he had lived his life for the past 99 years and he was okay with it — he had grown used to it.
A/N: This is my thank you to the +500 little cupcakes who clicked the follow button. This is a domestic polyamory fic. I love you guys so much! Also I’m going to be 25 tomorrow so I might get really drunk tonight.
You had spent the weekend with your boyfriends in a nice
cabin at the edge of the woods. It was now time to go back to the compound. You
walked to the back of the car and put your backpack in the trunk.
“Everything’s here?” Steve asked, his footsteps made a soft
crackling sound as he crossed the porch. You turned around and glanced at the trunk’s
content.
“Yeah, I just need to warn Nat that we’re heading out.” You pulled
your phone from your back pocket and unlocked it. “I’m driving. Want to be my co-pilot?”
“Sure thing, sweetheart.” Steve smiled, it was so contagious
that you couldn’t help but giggle.
After a quick call to your mum-friend, you sat behind the steering
wheel and waited until your two super boyfriends were inside to pull out of the
driveway.
Loki’s loves how compassionate you are. He seems to be a man run on hate and anger and yet you love him, and seem to balance him out so well, especially when his feelings of hatred are coming back.
Peter Quill
Peter loves that you listen and actually enjoy his stories. Of course some of them are over exaggerated just a bit, but you love them all the same.
Steve
Steve loves how open you can make him feel about things like sex. This man is from the 40′s and doesn’t know much and is pretty reserved when it comes to that subject, but he loves that you talk about it openly and make him feel comfortable.
Bucky
Bucky loves how you get excited for things and could talk for hours on end about the things you love. He will just listen the whole time your talking and loving how your eyes light up and how big your smile is.
Steve smiles as he opens the card, skimming the pre-printed message before focusing on the carefully blocked letters spelling out I LOVE YOU POPS! and under that, Peter’s well-practiced signature. Scooping him up with one arm around his waist, Steve lifts his son and hugs him tight, pressing a kiss to Peter’s messy hair. “Love you too, Petey,” Steve says, just the barest hint of choked up emotion coloring his tone.
Behind them, the elevator pings and the doors slide open silently to emit Tony, who’s already shedding the Armani armor of Tony Stark to reveal a well-worn band tee underneath, his press-smile fading into the softer lines of his Peter-smile. “Where’s my Petey-pie? I was promised a mega-awesome card to commemorate this momentous day, and I’ve tried to wait, but the anticipation is just too much! I must have it!” he declares as he walks up to them and quickly catches Peter when he wiggles out of Steve’s arms to loop his arms around Tony’s neck.
“On the counter! Look, look!” Peter squeals. He leans back from Tony’s chest in the direction of the kitchen, and Tony has to follow where he’s slinging his weight or risk dropping their spider monkey. Tony manages to prop Peter up on the edge of the counter top as soon as they’re in range, and Steve follows them over so he can peek over Tony’s shoulder while he opens his card, already suspecting a theme for the day given his own.
Sure enough, Tony pulls a blue card from the envelope with Daddy scrawled across the front, Steve’s shield emblazoned on the cover. From the corner of his eye, Steve can just catch the twitchy smile on Tony’s face as he tries to hold in a laugh.
“You were absolutely right, Pete. This card is fabulous!” Tony exclaims.
Bare feet flailing out in front of him, Peter chirps, “You hafta read it, Daddy!”
Tony obligingly opens the card, and Steve can see that Peter wrote in Tony’s just as painstakingly as he did in Steve’s card. When Tony glances back over his shoulder at Steve, one eyebrow raised in question, Steve holds up his red card with the Iron Man helmet on the front.
Tony twists around to slump against the counter next to Peter and side-eyes him teasingly. “You didn’t mix these cards up did ya, munchkin?” he asks, waving his card in the direction of Steve’s.
“No!” Peter replies with a giggle.
“So how come I got the Cap card then?”
“’Cause Cap’s your favorite!” Peter declares, smiling wide and bright. “And Iron Man is Pops’ favorite! You’re each other’s favorites!”
It’s weird to feel equal parts like he’s about to laugh and about to cry, Steve finds. He steps over so that he can prop his hip against the counter on Peter’s other side and drops his head down to rest his cheek on the crown of curls. “Pretty sure you’re our favorite,” Steve says quietly, sharing a teary-eyed look with Tony over Peter’s head.
“Well, duh. But the stores don’t make Peter cards yet.”
Tony cackles happily at Peter’s matter-of-fact proclamation, and Steve has to pull them both in close and just hold them before his heart overloads with love.
A/N: Another preference! This time, I think I got everyone. If I somehow missed your favorite, just ask and I will write one up for them 🙂
Request: Can i have a preference? How the avengers kiss you. Maybe could you add pietro and bucky as well?
Warnings: fluff 🙂
Thor: Thor likes to kiss you with lots of grandeur, walking up to you, capturing your face in both of his hands as he presses his lips to yours, running his thumbs along your cheekbones and proclaiming his love for you in that deep, booming voice of his. It always makes you roll your eyes and smile, because you wouldn’t want it any other way.
Wanda/Scarlet Witch: You and Wanda communicate a lot through her powers (she reads your mind and speaks directly into your thoughts, most of the time), so when she actually takes the time to stop and physically kiss you, it means a lot. It’s usually a very soft, sweet press of her lips on your way to sleep, or right before one of you leaves for a mission.
Pietro/Quicksilver: Pietro’s kisses are quick (of course) and often. He kisses your cheek as he dashes by you, always way too impatient to walk at a normal pace, and every now and then he will appear out of nowhere to literally sweep you off your feet and kiss you passionately before setting you back down and dashing off again, leaving you a tiny bit frazzled as you stare after him.
Bucky/Winter Soldier: You and Bucky are almost always connected in some way, because you keep him calm and connected to reality. Whenever he begins to feel himself fading, he grabs you and presses his lips to yours for however long it takes, no matter what you were doing at that moment. It irritates Tony, but Steve doesn’t mind, because he loves seeing Bucky happy.
Steve/Captain America: For someone who is such a gentleman, Steve is very heavy-handed with PDA. He kisses you whenever he gets the urge to, no matter who you’re in front of. Often, the two of you forget that there are people around, which leads to a lot of cleared throats and comments about the sex drives of senior citizens.
Natasha/Black Widow: Nat doesn’t like to kiss you much in public, because she doesn’t want someone to find out about your relationship and use you against her. So when same-sex marriage becomes legalized, you weren’t expecting for her to sweep you into her arms and kiss you right there, on the streets in front of everyone. After that point, she becomes a little more relaxed, kissing you quickly as you part ways in the streets every morning.
Clint/Hawkeye: Clint isn’t really one for kissing all the time. He likes to save it for special moments, like when he asks you to marry him. The two of you don’t kiss often, but when you do, it leaves you breathless for some time after.
Tony/Iron Man: Despite Tony’s reputation as a playboy, he’s a sucker for cuddles and sleepy kisses. He lives for those moments right before you fall asleep, with his arms wrapped around you and your eyes drifting shut, and he loves kissing you softly as you fall asleep, making sure you know how much he loves you.
Bruce/Hulk: Bruce is surprisingly clingy, constantly pressing soft kisses into your hair, your forehead, your cheek, your neck. When he does kiss your lips, he does so gently, holding you as if you may break if he loses control even for a split second.
Omigod I lost it at caps. In my head, someone, Clint probably, clears his throat and says something along the lines of ‘Jeez, careful (y/n), you could give him a seizure.’
Word Count: 942 Warnings: None! So much fluff! Summary: Anon sent in – Hey if your actually doing the non sexual kinds of intimacy as prompts I think it’d be funny if you did one about the beauty treatments. Bucky has two lil pigtails in the front of his hair to keep it off his face while he and the reader are doing face masks and then Steve shows up and asks to join. I don’t know. Your writing is properly lovely, and you’re so good at all the things. A/N: So, I posted a prompt list for non-sexual forms of intimacy, just thinking they were cool – and I got one requested! Sorry this took so long, Nonnie! You’re so very sweet. I hope you enjoy this!
This is what I was doing at work today! I am not ashamed. I should have been supervised.
You prop your foot up on your bed with a little grunt. Digging through your bag, you rummage through the little glass bottles of brightly colored polish. The bottles clink against each other in your search for your ‘Blue Lagoon’ polish. Fall is literally right around the corner, but you just want it. It’s beachy and fun.
You finally find it at the bottom of the bag and shake it up as a quiet knock sounds on your door. “Come in!” You call, capturing your tongue between your teeth in concentration as you paint your toes.
Bucky strides in, looking a little apologetic. “Hey, Y/N, I know it’s your personal time, but Steve said you needed help with your phone? You looked up at Bucky, shoulders slumping with relief. “Oh my god, yes. Stark makes the most ridiculous contraptions!” You reach over to yournightstad and all but throw it at your friend, who catches it with a soft clink to his metal hand.
He sits in front of you, tapping away on the screen and chuckling, “Contraption. You’re hanging out with me and Steve too much. You’re starting to sound like an old fu–”
“I swear to god, Buck, if you say ‘fuddy duddy,’ I’m gonna lose it.”
He snorts, head falling in mock defeat. He knows you love to hear the ‘old timey slang,’ as you called it. He and Steve use it as often as they can around you.
“Okay,” he says hesitantly, tapping the screen a couple more times. “It should cooperate with you now.” He places it down beside you and furrows his brow in a question. “What are you doing?”
You smiled proudly at your feet as you finish painting the last toe. “I’m using my personal time to have a little spa day!”
He hummed to let you know he was listening, but his focus was on the packets spread out on your comforter. He picked one up and made a face at the picture of the woman with black goop on her face.
“Face masks? The hell you need this for?”
You giggled at the face he was making. “They all do different things. That one’s deep cleaning, that one’s moisturizing, this one peels,” You point at each different packet. “You wanna do one with me?”
“Yeah, sure.”
You fully expected him to say no. A smile grew on your face in your disbelief. “Really?!”
“Yeah, sure, why not?”
You closed and threw your bottle in the bag with an alarming clanking noise. “Which one do you want?”
You tell him the options that you thought would be best for him. He ended up picking an avocado mask because you mentioned it could also be good for the scruff on his face.
You grab a clean foundation brush and started painting the thick paste onto Bucky’s cheeks. The ends of his hair flopped into the goo and you growled lightly in frustration. “Hold on a second, I’m gonna tie your hair back.” You hop up from your bed and ungracefully make it to the bathroom, then reemerge with two wildly printed hair bands in hand. “Sorry, all I have are scrunchies. Hope that’s okay.”
“Whatever you got, doll, ‘s’fine,” he mumbles, eyes closed.
You curl your lips into your mouth to contain your smile. Just from your slight hesitation, Bucky knows you’re up to something. He swats your leg playfully. “Shake a leg, kid. I’m not gettin’ any younger.” You mumble out something about a ‘mean, old fart,’ before threading your fingers through Bucky’s hair and putting it up into the scrunchie. You do the same on the other side and fail to contain the giggles that erupted from you.
Bucky Barnes – the ex-Fist of HYDRA – in pigtails is quite a sight to behold.
Bucky opens his eyes and watches you fall to your bed in a fit of laughter. He smiles at you. He wasn’t oblivious, he knew what you were doing. He simply watches you until you compose yourself. “Still not gettin’ younger here.”
Mumbling an apology, you pick up the brush and start to paint his face again. When you’re done, Bucky offers to do yours. It’s hard to have him so close and focused on you and for you to not make faces at him in the process. You indulge yourself a couple of times, and he smudges the blue paste on your nose in retaliation. You toss your head back and laugh, causing the brush to swipe across your lips. You scream and spit out Bucky’s name in shock, wiping the paste off on your hands.
“You did it, kid! That wasn’t my fault!”
A hasty knock comes at your door before Steve pushes his way in. “Y/N? You okay? I heard scre–” He stops once he gets a look at you and Bucky – probably looking half mad with blue and green faces, hair pulled away from both of your masks.
He puts his hands on his hips, and you know he’s about to use his dad voice. “You started spa day without me?”
Bucky is taken aback and looks to you for confirmation. A sly smile plays on your lips as you answer, “The Star Spangled Man here is a fan of the finer things in life.” You both grin and wave Steve over to sit by you. “Come on, grandpa! I’ve got a new peach mask that’s gonna get those wrinkles off that old face of yours!” You giggle at your own jokes as Steve scoffs. He’s still pretty excited for an afternoon of pampering, even if he has to put up with your terrible jokes.
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