Dancing in the Moonlight.

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[avengerscompound]

The Tower - Masterlist

“How does someone with no superpowers, no real discernible talents and a whole lot of baggage end up being the girlfriend to all the Avengers?  Well, I’m glad you asked.  It all started with a blur and an abrupt crash.”

They say that extreme experiences bring you closer together.  The Avengers have experienced some of the most extreme side-by-side.

This is the story of Elly and how she fell in love with all of them.

Co-written by @avengercompound and @fanficwriter013 this is a smutty, romantic and action-packed story.  It involves many different ships and pairings.

The Tower

Chapter 1 - Natasha Chapter 2 - Meeting the Archer Chapter 3 - The NDA Chapter 4 - Clint Chapter 5 - Genius, Billionaire, Philanthropist Chapter 6 - Tony Chapter 7 - A Bird and a Witch Chapter 8- Sam Chapter 9 - My Education Chapter 10 - Breakfast with the Super Soldiers Chapter 11 - Taken Chapter 12 - A Question of Security Chapter 13 - Soldier, Spy Chapter 14 - James Chapter 15 - Bruce Chapter 16 - Science Bros Chapter 17 - The Super Soldiers Chapter 18 - Wanda Chapter 19 - The Assassins Chapter 20 - Open Communication Chapter 21 - The Nest Chapter 22 - Cracks in the Tower Chapter 23 - Steve Chapter 24 - Working in SHIELD Chapter 25 - Switching Sides Chapter 26 - M.E.D.U.S.A. Chapter 27 - The Rescue Mission Chapter 28 - Home

THE TOWER HOLIDAY SPECIAL

After Tony announces to the world that the Avengers are in a polyamorous relationship together, things become tense.  Elly decides that they could use some holiday cheer and gets all their friends involved.

PART ONE |  PART TWO

THE TOWER: TROUBLEMAKERS

When half the team gets stuck on a mission, Clint, Bruce and Elly find ways to distract themselves. Steve has something in store for his little troublemakers.

Chapter 1: The Perch Chapter 2: Pirate Talk Chapter 3: Distracting the Hulk Chapter 4: Testing Limits Chapter 5: Punishment Chapter 6: Safe and Sound

THE TOWER: THE CAPTAINS

In a relationship with 8 other people, Elly often finds herself the spare.  That leads to some interesting situations, and when she walks in on Steve, Sam, and Bucky together, they are more than happy to have her join in.

THE TOWER: UNEXPECTED

A little over 2 years after moving into the Avengers Tower, Elly finds herself pregnant against the odds.  While some are excited, others are terrified, and pregnancy that none expected to happen causes rifts through the group and threatens to end the relationship.

Chapter 1: One-By-One Chapter 2: Against the Odds Chapter 3: Natasha Chapter 4: Steve Chapter 5: The Most Fertile Person in the World Chapter 6: Wanda Chapter 7: Sam Chapter 8: Clint Chapter 9: Bucky Chapter 10: The Xenomorphs Chapter 11: The Return of the Science Bros Chapter 12: Tony’s Plan Chapter 13: Shopping for Twins Chapter 14: An Arm to Hold Them Chapter 15: The Compound Chapter 16: Thor Chapter 17: Delivery Day Chapter 18: The Skjodbærers

THE TOWER: THE QUEEN OF ASGARD

The twins are now three and while the Avengers know that Clint and Thor are the biological father’s none of them know or care which blond, blue-eyed baby is related to which man.  When Riley gets the power to control wind and it becomes evident that she is the heir to the Asgardian throne, Elly, Steve, Thor, and Tony take the twins to Asgard to train her.

Not every Asgardian is happy with their king’s choice of consort, nor the impurity of the heir’s blood.  While others expect Thor to make things more official.  What’s clear is, the role of Queen of Asgard is not easily filled.

Chapter 1: The Twins Chapter 2: Daddy For Chapter 3: The Hair Cut Chapter 4: Adult Time Chapter 5: Puppies! Chapter 6: Asgard Chapter 7: The Palace Chapter 8: The Market Chapter 9: The Rightful Heir Chapter 10: Before the Feast Chapter 11: The Meaning of Bonding Chapter 12: The Second Suit Chapter 13: Keeping Safe Chapter 14: Ponies and Powers Chapter 15: Fenestare Chapter 16: Reunited Chapter 17: The Fight for His Life Chapter 18: The Celebrations Chapter 19: Aftermath Chapter 20: Potions and Apples Chapter 21: The Proposal Chapter 22: Dressing for a Feast Chapter 23: The Feast Chapter 24: Sleepy Mornings Chapter 25: Dress Shopping Chapter 26: Worthy Chapter 27: Friends and Loved Ones Chapter 28: The Bachelor Party Chapter 29: Henhalda Chapter 30: Preparations Chapter 31: The Bonding Chapter 32: The Spirit Journey Chapter 33: The Battle for Asgard Chapter 34: The Wedding Night Epilogue

The Tower: Family

With new powers, Thor now living on Earth full time, a wedding to plan, and Natasha and Wanda expecting, a lot is changing for Elly and her large and rather unconventional family.  When Elise’s parents try to reestablish connections, Elly questions what being a family actually means.

Chapter 1: Big Plans Chapter 2: Envy and Guilt Chapter 3: Or Maybe More Chapter 4: Having it All Chapter 5: I do Chapter 6: Making a Baby Chapter 7: Glass Making Chapter 8: Return to the Tower Chapter 9: Ghost of Family Past Chapter 10: Distraction Techniques Chapter 11: Sharing the News Chapter 12: Confrontations Chapter 13: Balancing the Numbers Chapter 14: Steve’s Game Chapter 15: First Day Chapter 16: Reminiscing  Chapter 17: Therapy Chapter 18: Girls’ Time Chapter 19: Names Chapter 20: The Road to Forgiveness Chapter 21: Sleeping In Chapter 22: The Baby Shower Chapter 23: The Photoshoot

THE PATH TO THE TOWER

Before they met Elly, nine heroes followed a path that led them to a life they chose to share together. This is the story of how.

Art-Work by Ischa

Til the End of the Line: 1.1 | 1.2 The Red Room: 2.1 | 2.2 Another Choice: 3.1 | 3.2 | 3.3 The Billionaire Playboy: 4.1 | 4.2 Culture Shock: 5.1 | 5.2 | 5.3 | 5.4 On Your Left: 6.1 | 6.2 | 6.3 Placing Bets: 7.1 | 7.2 | 7.3 The Lonely Witch: 8.1 | 8.2 | 8.3 | 8.4 Three Breakups: 9.1 | 9.2 | 9.3 The Broken Assassin: 10.1 | 10.2 | 10.3 | 10.4 The Tower: 11.1 | 11.2 | 11.3 | 11.4 | 11.5 | 11.6 | 11.7 | 11.8 Epilogue

Art by @deannamb

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The 5 headcannons thing for your Halloween/vampire tony au, please

Jarvis is the only one who truly knows how old Tony is with any certainty. Pepper has a feeling, but even she is unsettled by how old Tony is, so she doesn’t probe it too much. One day Steve asks him, because he really, really wants to know. Jarvis looks at him with those sharp, blue eyes of his, as old and knowing at Tony’s. “I will not tell you,” he says. “Knowing will only make you look at him differently. And perhaps it’s selfish, but I enjoy seeing the way you look at him now, like he’s precious and you must protect him. To tell you his true age... it would end that.” Steve stares at Jarvis for a long time before reaching out for him. “I’m going to hug you.” “I would prefer not to,” Jarvis says, but allows Steve to pick him up without struggling. “I love Tony so much,” Steve whispers. “I hope you know that, Jarvis.” Jarvis says nothing in response, but he does begin to purr.

“Babe,” Bucky says when he sees Tony in the living room. “How would you like to meet my little sister Rebecca? She’s coming for a visit.” “I’ll die,” Tony answers immediately, and is obviously serious about it, because he doesn’t react to Steve shoving his face in a pillow to muffle his laughter at all. “She’ll see me and kill me. Or! I’ll defend myself and kill her and then you’ll kill me to defend your pack. You want me dead. How long is she staying? --Wait, when is she coming?” “She’s here,” Bucky deadpans, and opens the door. Tony stares at her. “Hi!” Rebecca chirps, dragging in her bag. It’s almost as big as she is. “I’m Rebecca! You can call me Becca if you want. Not Becky though! I hate Becky. I remember you from Skype! You’re smaller than I thought you’d be.” “You’re an infant,” Tony tells her. Rebecca huffs, puffing her chest out. “I’m nine!” “Why are you so young,” Tony asks her. The age gap between her and Bucky seems horrendous. What parent would do that to themselves? He doesn’t understand. “Mama and Papa say that Bucky was an oops when they first got together and I’m an oops from when they thought Mama went through menopause but was actually in heat again. Can I touch you? Bucky says you’re really cold,” she adds, holding her hand up. Tony, bewildered, holds his hand up as well and tries to keep up as she chatters on and on while Bucky takes her bag to the guest room.

“You can’t have sex while I’m here because I will smell it and I will tell Mama and Papa,” Rebecca informs Bucky at dinner. “I wasn’t planning on having sex while you’re here,” Bucky says, not looking up from his steak. Tony perks up a little. “None at all?” “Why are you so happy about this?” Steve asks him, offended. He certainly has a problem with it. He’s not going to have sex, of course, because the idea of Rebecca knowing about it freaks him out, but he’s not gonna be happy about it. Tony scowls at him. “Because I’m certain that one day you’ll kill me, Steve.” “Mama and Papa say I’m an excellent cockblock, whatever that means, so you can just hide behind me!” Rebecca tells him cheerfully. Tony offers her a sweet smile. “Did you know that you’re my favorite werewolf?” Rebecca smiles smugly and turns to look at Bucky. He sticks his tongue out at her.

Tony, being dead, doesn’t notice the cold. “Man, I wish we had some hot cider,” Steve sighs, leaning his elbows on the counter. Normally they close for blizzards, but the weather had turned so suddenly that they’d still been stuck at the diner when it hit. Luckily they’d been cleaning up, so the rest of the staff and customers weren’t trapped with them, but it still meant they were stuck there. “What kind?” Tony asks. “Uh, Langer’s I guess? I could just put it in a pot with some cinnamon sticks and oh my God,” Steve sputters as Tony simply walks to the door and leaves. “FUCK! TONY!!!!!” Bucky shouts, and moves to go after him, but the face-full of snow he gets forces him back into the safety of the diner. Steve stares at the door in horror. “Oh my God. I’ve killed Tony.” Tony returns ten minutes later from the bodega around the corner. “They only had Martinelli’s,” he says, shaking snow off his shoes. “Oh my God, Tony,” Steve gasps, rushing over to him. He tries to take Tony into his arms, but then he yelps. “Cold!” “Yeah, Steve, there’s a blizzard out there,” Tony informs him, just a touch annoyed. Bucky comes over with spread arms, willing to warm him up. “Babe, are you okay?” Tony sidesteps him, confused. “I’m dead, so, yeah? The cold doesn’t affect me like it does you guys. Is this brand okay? I know it’s carbonated, but...” “It’s perfect,” Steve says, voice cracking with emotion, because Tony went out in a fucking blizzard to bring him apple cider just because he wanted it.

Tony knows a Bruce. Steve and Bucky know a Bruce. It takes over a year for them to realize it’s the same Bruce. “What the fuck I didn’t know you knew Tony?!” Steve sputters, offended. “Why didn’t you say anything?!” “Honestly?” Bruce says, raising an eyebrow. “Because it was funnier to me to listen to you guys talk about each other.” “I always knew you were secretly a dick!” Bucky exclaims proudly. Tony frowns, confused. “Bruce isn’t secret about being a dick at all.” “Honey,” Steve and Bucky say as Bruce laughs at him.

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Whatever it Takes (Masterlist)

A/N: Can’t stress how much Tumblr annoys me atm, one minute you can’t post links, the next a small text post is ‘too long’ please please Tumblr can you go back to who you used to be. It made life so much easier and writing so much easier. (It won’t let me tag anyone either ffs)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader (and sometimes Bucky x reader)

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex

Summary: Angels and Demons have been sworn enemies their whole lives, that’s just how it is. When Bucky decides to go against these unsaid rules, it brings a set of consequences into the lives of those who spend time with him. In Y/n’s case that consequence is an angel named Steve Rogers.

Whatever it takes - Part 1

Whatever it takes - Part 2

Whatever it takes - Part 3

Whatever it takes - Part 4

Whatever it takes - Part 5

Whatever it takes - Part 6

Whatever it takes - Part 7

Whatever it takes - Part 8

Whatever it takes - Part 9

Whatever it takes - Part 10

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Found (Push and Shove VIII)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Maybe it was never meant to work out in the first place. 

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: Some angst, maybe a suggestive sentence or two.

A/N: Finally it’s heeeereee. I just wanna thank all of you for sticking with me through this impromptu wild ride, I love you all and I hope you all get everything you want for Christmas. Or smooched by Chris Evans, whichever you like. I also want to apologize for not sticking to an upload schedule this time around. Turns out life loves to throw curveballs and I suck at batting and catching. Anywho, I hope you guys like this final part and as I said before, I’ll prepare for mixed reviews, lol. Let me know what you think, please! I’ll see you soon for Halloween🎃

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It’s weird, not carrying the shield.

From the comfort of the Quinjet, Steve watches the green blob-thing on the ground grow to almost fifteen feet, its malleable body seemingly swallowing up all the bullets shot at it from the agents on the ground. Sam, him, and a handful of agents had been sent to neutralize it, supposedly an easy feat because it was contained somewhere in the HYDRA facility, but then someone shot a lock they weren’t supposed to and all hell broke loose.

As the blob moves towards the hovering jet Steve briefly contemplates just letting it be. Not that is would be the worst thing to ever happen to the world, given the past few years and all.

Steve groans, watching the blob-thing’s midsection opening to a gaping, toothy mouth. Steve doesn’t get paid enough for this shit. “No fucking way.”

He pilots the jet above the creature, watching the agents on the ground scramble and take cover. Even if things weren’t supposed to get this out of hand, there’s something to be said for how well Sam and Bucky train their subjects for contingencies.

“Steve,” Sam’s voice comes through the little piece in his ear, amusement and disbelief all in one. “You seein’ this?”

From his vantage point, Steve watches as Sam soars above the jet and the creature combined, a bright flash of red, white and blue among the gray rubble and orange flames. He pivots and dips, the shield cutting through air and green slime with nothing but quick-fire precision.

“Unfortunately,” Steve sighs. “Remind me why I quit my day job again?”

“If I remember correctly, you didn’t have a day job,” Sam’s face is probably doing that thing it does when he thinks he’s being funny. Steve secretly loves that face. “Unless you count being a househusband. And that didn’t even last long.”

Steve rolls his eyes, is sure Sam can tell he’s doing it, if the snort in his ears is anything to go by. He positions the jet straight in front of the monster, RPG shooters ready to fire at its gaping maw, still keeping an eye on the people on the ground. The creature roars and swipes at Sam as he swoops down to pry an unlucky agent from its goopy, hopefully-not-radioactive hands.

“You’re hilarious,” Steve deadpans. The last of the agents have managed to take cover, and the taste of victory blooms on Steve’s tongue. “Heads up on your six!”

Sam switches flight paths all the way until he hits the ground, shielding himself and some others from the incoming rain of goop. Steve’s thumbs press on the red buttons at the ready, hellfire and a fuckton of power reducing the monster to nothing.

His hands are sweating, and later he’ll notice he bit through his bottom lip in anticipation, but he doesn’t care.

It feels good to be home.

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Break (Push & Shove VII)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter

Summary: Steve goes back to a life he’d only dreamed about, and finds his past knows him better than the future he left behind.

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Mild angst, brief mentions of smut.

A/N: I’m so sorry I made people sad for so long, but I did promise things would end up getting better! Here is my offering, pls forgive. I sorta borrowed a page from @youngmoneymilla’s book and warped the time travel science. You’ll understand when you read. Thank you guys so much for always being so kind, always being so responsive, even if it’s just to come yell at me for being mean, lol. There’s only one more part to go after this, and then a little writing break until the spookiest day of all! I hope you guys enjoy this, please let me know your thoughts! :) x

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Peggy takes him back.

He shows up at her door in the middle of the night, sees the familiar glint of the barrel of her handgun peeking beneath her robes and smiles. Not even in an alternate timeline has she changed.

She asks questions, so many of them god, Steve feels he’s going crazy. She asks about the Valkyrie, the ice, the how, the why— all of it she asks, and all of it Steve answers. She cries, he cries and, for a while, he thinks it will work.

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Dark (Push & Shove VI)

REUPLOAD BECAUSE TUMBLR DELETED THE ORIGINAL POST WHEN IT GLITCHED ON MY PHONE :))))

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: The world goes to shit, and you’re doing perfectly fine.

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Some angst, you mope, slight mentions of smut.

A/N: Here we goooo, first update of the week! This was a bitch to get out, I apologize. Next update will be Thursday around this time, maybe a bit earlier, and then it’s just one more part until this is over. I hope you guys enjoy this, and thank you for giving me so much love lately, I really appreciate it! Let me know what you think of this, enjoy! :) x

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The dust doesn’t settle as quickly as you thought it would.

Maybe it’s wrong to think like that, but after so many times the world’s gone to shit and bounced right back, it’s only normal to want things to settle in the way they always have every time.

They don’t, but it’s okay.

You’ll be fine.

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Dust (Push & Shove V)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve’s never been great at moving on.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Lotsa angst, no smut for once! Talks about The Snappening. Steve mopes.

A/N: Hi. I didn’t keep my promise of things getting better and I don’t regret it. Next part should be up next week, probably Thursday again, and then only two more parts before it’s all over! I really liked writing this one, and the next will focus on the other POV, so we get to see both sides. Hope you guys like this one, please let me know what you think! :) x

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Steve Rogers is fine.

Two years— he’s surprised that’s all it took to stop thinking about it. Considering how many times he’s had to adapt to a version of the world or another, he really shouldn’t be.

He has a routine. Wake up at eight instead of his usual five, go for a run if he feels like it, come back home and make coffee while he scans the newspaper for anything worth reading. He eats plain toast or oatmeal for breakfast, a sandwich or ten for lunch, and cereal straight out of the box for dinner.

He’s fine.

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Thirst (Push & Shove IV)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve arrives in Wakanda a year and a half after you last see him.

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Some angst, some smut at the end.

A/N: Finally, after much wait and rewriting this piece over and over again, I can post it. The last rewrite I did in about an hour, so I hope it doesn’t disappoint! The next part should be going up on thursday, and then it’s only three more parts to go after that. I hope you enjoy this one, and please let me know what you think! :) x

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Steve arrives in Wakanda a year and a half after you last see him.

The Quinjet is quiet in its descent, sleek black outer shell glimmering in the early morning light. Lush fields of green surround it like an emerald sea, the edge of the jungle looming over the valley. The people that come out of the jet are only phantoms of their former selves, walking brisk and warily even if there’s no one around to chase them down, heavy boots moving sure along the grass.

It’s weird, seeing them after such a long time.

Natasha’s a silver-haired vision in all black, stepping in time with her best friend, always on his right hand side. Sam doesn’t look much different, but as the group gets closer, you can tell the bags under his eyes and the crinkles on his forehead haven’t come from laying low like they originally planned.

And Steve.

Steve looks different. He’s still got that beard taking up half his face from the last time you saw him, claimed it would provide anonymity when needed. However, he’s clothed differently from the loose t-shirts and dark jeans he’d began adorning all that time ago— dark navy stretches over broad shoulders, the hollow edges of a star on his chest, sleeves of the stealth suit rucked up to his elbows.

It’s then that you realize the true purpose of the visit.

“The beard looks nice,” your eyebrows raise, something inside hoping the time apart hasn’t completely shattered whatever there was of a relationship. “Might need a haircut, though.”

Steve shrugs, the ghost of a smile on his lips so faint you’re not even sure is really there. “It adds character.”

“I’ll say,” you hum.

Tip-toeing. Careful.

A line almost crossed such a long time ago, but never revisited again. Sides of each other never really shown unless directed at others, kept tucked away until next time, one time, you could maybe let the walls down. Vulnerability is now as foreign as lips parting your own that day, begging you to stay, but telling you to go all the same.

You smile at their tired faces, step back to open the curtain that serves as the front door to your hut. “Are you guys hungry?”

On the horizon, the sun bathes the Earth in warm, golden light.

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Undercover (Push & Shove III)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve’s never been good at selling undercover.

Warnings: Mentions of canon-typical violence, mentions of smut, bit of angst.

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: Remember when I said I wasn’t gonna post each chapter as they were laid out on the masterlist? Cue so that was a fucking lie.gif. Anywho, I’m pretty happy with how it turned out. As always, I hope you enjoy, and please let me know what you think! :) x

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He’s nervous.

Steve’s ring finger weighs ten tonnes, gold band framing his skin as constricting as the bowtie around his neck. He can’t stop looking at it as he skims the notes in his hands, the implication of the accessory instilling in him a sense of normalcy that’s always felt just far enough out of his grasp that he’s stopped reaching for it.

“Zip me up?”

Steve turns towards you, breath catching in his throat.

It’s nothing he’s never seen before— the expanse of your naked back, scarred in some places you’ve been less than fortunate to have been injured. He’s seen it, he’s touched it — god has he touched it, late at night, deep inside while you cry out for him — but it’s not the same tonight.

Tonight, there’s something else. It might be that you’re both by yourselves on this mission, or that you felt comfortable enough to come to him for help while getting dressed. Or maybe, just maybe, it’s the wedding band on both of your left hands suggesting something Steve only dreamt about when he was young and frail.

Fingers trembling just enough for him to notice, Steve helps you with your dress. The red fabric is something sheer, leaving almost nothing to the imagination with the deep neckline and the side slit on your right leg, but Steve doesn’t need the imagination.

Steve has his memories.

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Walls (Push & Shove II)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Missions are supposed to be easy.

Word Count: 3.1k (all mistakes are my own!)

Warnings: Nothing major, some swearing, canon-typical violence, some spice.

A/N: So, my brain’s at a point where it sort of hates everything I write, and you guys won’t believe the amount of times I scrapped and rewrote this entire thing. However, I found that the more I sat on it, the more I hated it, so I just wrote this when I woke up this morning because the idea’s been in my mind for so long and I had to get it out. Big thanks to @youngmoneymilla even though I didn’t end up going with the original idea I had, I’ve been reading some of her stuff to get into the right mindset, and it’s been great! Y’all should check her out if you haven’t. I have written something else but am waiting for the right time to post it, which might be Saturday morning, so keep an eye out! Thank you guys for being so patient, work hasn’t been the best (who knew you could work 13hr shifts four days in a row and not die!?) and life in general has been one big ugh. I hope you guys like it, please let me know what you think!  :) x

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Whenever you’re on the field, there’s always that little bit of hope that things will go smoothly.

Hope does fuck-all, though.

The mission was supposed to be easy enough— at least that’s how Fury painted it. Infiltrate a run-down building secretly harboring illegal activity? Piece of cake. Take down whatever hostiles you found inside? Could do that in your sleep. Set fire to the whole thing, making sure it’s contained to the assigned perimeter? Arson is fun sometimes.

Get paired up with the one teammate that hates your guts for no apparent reason? Uh-oh.

End up having to hide with that one teammate because somebody — him, of course — didn’t measure just how many hostiles there would be in the part of the building you had to wipe out? Double uh-oh.

Have the hiding place be extremely narrow and force you to either be pressed up against each other until back-up arrives or get shot? Well, you can always take the bullet out.

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Toes

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve Rogers doesn’t like you, but that doesn’t stop him from showing up on your doorstep.

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Smut, rough sex, unprotected sex. Little-to-no-prep before PIV sex because this is fanfiction and we don’t have time for irl biology.

A/N: Uhhhhhhh… I wrote something that only sucks a little. Like 60%. I’m kind of okay with posting it, and I apologize in advance for not posting for a while, I’m working on some things. I do miss you guys! A lot. In other news: happy 101st birthday to my favorite grandpa. He’s pretty great. This is all from Steve’s POV so it might not be as descriptive as my usual writing. Also, I haven’t written since May 23rd, so I am very, very rusty. Let me know your thoughts, enjoy! :) x

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Steve Rogers doesn’t like you.

All-encompassing and difficult to ignore, his distaste of you becomes part of his personality. Your face makes him want to punch the nearest wall, and when you open your mouth, knowing and sarcastic at least sixty-percent of the time, he feels like clawing his eardrums out.

The aversion might’ve begun when you first were introduced to the team. Not even a month in and you had everyone wrapped around your finger— Sam bailed on his runs three days in a row, claiming I’m just being nice until she’s settled; Natasha was flipping you over her shoulder during spar sessions instead of him; Bucky invited you to their movie nights twice without asking.

Never mind the fact he and his teammates have saved the world, like, five times together (and that’s skimping out on the several times they’ve neutralized terror threats and hostile bases) — one would think there’d be some kind of loyalty. At least enough that they wouldn’t exchange him for the next shiny person that came along.

But no. There was no loyalty. There was only hey, she’s actually pretty nice! and she pinned me twice— I like her and why don’t you just give her a chance, Steve? She’s really smart, Steve. Fury’s pretty much in love with her, Steve. Why are you such an asshole, Steve? She makes the best brownies, Steve.

Well, Steve doesn’t even fucking like brownies. And he doesn’t like you.

Not when you came in and stole all his friends— his family, nor when you took over the communal kitchen and turned Sunday nights into meal-prep-whatever-the-fuck-that-is, let alone make those fucking brownies every goddamn movie night, filling the entire kitchen with that infuriatingly sweet scent. 

He didn’t like you when you tried to get on his good side by getting to know him during missions, nor did he like you when you offered him your stupid brownies, claiming it was only fair because you’re the only one who hasn’t tried them yet, Steve.

You get under his skin, make him itch and scratch at something that isn’t even there.

Despair— that’s what he feels whenever you’re around. He’s desperate, aching for something he can’t quite put his finger on, but he knows it’s not the good kind of desperate. It’s not the kind where he can’t get you alone fast enough, his hands, lips, all over your body, eyes roaming over you like a promise. No, that’s not what he feels.

What he feels is like he can’t get away from you. Fists clenched and shoulders tense, eye twitching with every move you make— he feels like he can’t get rid of you.

In the living room, the kitchen. Even the gym, on nights he can’t sleep— you’re always there.

You’re suffocating, and the fact that he’s the only one that seems to feel this way about you doesn’t help in the slightest.

So, yeah. Steve Rogers isn’t your biggest fan.

But that doesn’t stop him from showing up at your doorstep at two in the morning.

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Push and Shove

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: There’s a fine line between hate and love… can it ever be crossed?

Word Count: Not a goddamn clue.

Warnings: Stories will have their individual warnings. Smut in every one because it’s who I am as a person now.

A/N: Guess who’s actually planned out a story from start to finish and is actually excited about writing it? Weirdly enough, me. This is a small universe set in the Toes world! The “chapters” are oneshots, separate each one from the next, so they won’t be posted exactly how they’re laid out, except for the first and last ones being the start and end to the miniverse. I’m excited to hear your thoughts on this and everything else to come! :D x

// Toes // Walls // Undercover // Thirst // Dust // Dark // Break // Found //

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Alexa, Call Steve

Title:  Alexa, Call Steve

Author:  Mimi @captain-rogers-beard

Summary:  During a conversation with Nat about a certain Avenger, you accidentally ask your Amazon Alexa to call him.

Characters: Female Reader, Natasha Romanoff, Bucky Barnes (mentioned), Steve Rogers (mentioned), Tony Stark (mentioned)

Word Count:  811

Warnings:  misuse of artificial intelligence, language, graphic sexual talk 

Author’s Notes:  This came to me out of nowhere the other day. It’s short but cute. Thank you @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan and @moose-loves-marvel for your encouragement.

***My work is not to be posted on any other sites (AO3, Wattpad, etc.) without my express written permission. Reblogs are fine.***

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[jack4xx]

Holy hell! I need a part 2!

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The Tower: Unexpected - 14

The Tower: Unexpected An Avengers Fanfic

Series Masterlist Previous //

Pairing:  Avengers x ofc, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 2071

Warnings:  pregnancy, surgery stuff

Synopsis: A little over 2 years after moving into the Avengers Tower, Elly finds herself pregnant against the odds.  While some are excited, others are terrified, and pregnancy that none expected to happen causes rifts through the group and threatens to end the relationship.  

Author’s Note:  Written with the writer to my muse ability @avengerscompound

Chapter 14: An Arm to Hold Them

When I reached 30 weeks the construction on the house was well ahead of schedule.  I guess that’s what happens when you have a multi-billionaire nudging things along.  While the whole facility wouldn’t be ready for a while after the babies would be born, at the rate it was going, we would be moving in before they came.  That is if they hung out until the end.

There was something else that had been going on that none of us had been aware of.  After Bucky had decided to have his arm removed Tony had gone to work designing a new one.  He’d spoken to Steve and together they’d worked on a design for one for him that was personal and beautiful and meant for Bucky the father to hold his children with, and not for the Winter Soldier to kill people.

When the arm was made Bucky was booked into surgery with these world-class surgeons and specialists in bioengineering.  Tony was going in with them to oversee things.  As was Bruce though he was a little unsure of how much he could help. 

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[ashilesun]

Steve Rogers in the final battle against Thanos Avengers: Endgame (2019)

[jack4xx]

Babe

[dajo42]

if you dont have me on facebook you are probably not missing out on any posts but the comment section is important too lmao

I went to the Renaissance faire dressed as a warrior.  I had a real sword with me, too.  I was standing (in character) next to a sword-fighting ring, where kids of all ages got the chance to pick up a sword and challenge the champion.  Some woman walks by, with her little girl.  The girl starts walking towards the ring, saying she wants to fight.  But the mom pulled her away hella sharply, and was like, “That’s for boys.”  You don’t want to be a BOY, do you?”    And the girl looked around and saw me.  I think she thought I was a boy; I had my hair in a ponytail, and was wearing a hood.  So she comes up to me and asks me, “Do you think girls can be fighters, too?”  And her mom looks like she’s silently gloating.  Like she thinks I’m going to say no.  So I take off my hood, untie my hair so that it flows freely, and kneel before her.  And I’m like, “Milady, anyone can be a fighter.”  I swear, the look on that mother’s face made my day.

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[luxgalador]

This post was good but then it got better

[celticshenanigans]

Okay, this is a slight topic diversion, but in response to the above comment. I’ve volunteered at the CT Ren Faire for years now. For the last 5 or so I’ve worked in the game section, and we have a game similar to the above comment called “Smite the Knight”. I’ve been in the ring before, it’s a ton of fun getting to run around with the kids. The main goal is entertainment. Have a good shtick, keep the crowd engaged, and let the kids have a good time.

In both work and observing, I have learned something about kids. A lot of parents try to get their boys to go fight. Of the young ones that do, they tend to be shy. You get the ones who just swing the boffer swords around with no regard for life, but, mostly, they’re reserved. It’s adorable. I mean, they’re kids.

But the girls. THE GIRLS. Holy crap. I swear, the pinker the dress, the more taffeta and glitter…the more intensity. I remember, the first year I worked there, one girl came in, grabbed the biggest sword she could, and WENT TO TOWN on our knight. Lifted it over head, let out this primal scream and mowed him down. Homeboy is 6′2″, she was FIVE. And once he was in the fetal position (He was fine. It was for show.) on the ground, she stopped, put her foot on his chest, and yelled “I AM A FIERCE PRINCESS!!”. Later in the day when she walked by a couple of us yelled “Ah! It’s the fierce princess!” and she stopped and flexed. It was the best, and I will never forget that girl.

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OH MY GOD IT’S BACK YES

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This has improved since last I reblogged.

[tinierpurplefishes]

I taught karate for like 5 years, and the girls were always, pound for pound, better than the boys. Even the girls who didn’t really want to do it and were only there because their parents made them were better than like 95% of the boys.

[shadesofmauve]

I was playing fiddle at a ren faire, and two little girls were really enjoying our set. After quite some time one of them walked up to me and shyly offered me her star tinsel tiara, because she “didn’t have any money. And this protects you from trolls!” I said “Thanks, that’s really sweet – but what about you? Don’t you need protection from trolls?”

At which point this six-ish-year-old girl whips out her certificate from the axe throwing booth and says “Nah, I’m fine.”

I still have that tinsel tiara. It’s draped over my modem. I figure it’ll protect me from the most trolls that way.

[callmebliss]

I am not in the habit of reblogging a post and slapping an “it got better” on there BUT I SAY GOTDAMN