#happystevebingo

[queen-of-the-avengers]

Hidden Talents

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: fluff

Word Count: 403

arm wrestling (first card) for @happystevebingo​

A/N: aesthetic under the cut. pictures are not mine, but i made the aesthetic.

“Okay, does everyone know the rules?” Clint announces, grinning from ear to ear.

You’re sitting in front of Steve with a smirk on your face. You want to look confident even if you don’t feel it. The entire team has gathered to watch this go down with half of them rooting for you and the other half rooting for Steve.

“Don’t be nervous Steve. You can take her,” Bucky encourages as he massages his shoulders.

“I know a pressure point that will knock him down in a second,” Natasha says to you.

“Thanks, Nat, but I’m not cheating,” you giggle.

“Alright, the rules are simple: only one arm is allowed in play. No shoving, no pushing, and no manipulating the other person. We want this to be a fair game. Winning team will get the next mission off,” Clint says.

“Just get on with it,” Tony rolls his eyes.

You reach over the table and hold out your hand for Steve to take. You’re going to win this arm wrestling competition with Steve, you know it. He may have the super soldier serum that got him buff, but you have super strength. Most people call you Mrs. Incredible because you have the strength of Mr. Incredible from The Incredibles. Steve takes your hand and tightens his grip on yours. You hold eye contact, trying to psych him out.

“Alright on the count of three! One… two… Go!”

You and Steve begin to arm wrestle immediately. You thought this was going to be an easy fight because not one could possibly be stronger than you. However, he’s proving to show you all of his hidden talents. Steve sees the uncertainty in your eyes because no one has ever beaten you before at arm wrestling. If he really wanted to, he could pin your hand to the table, but that wouldn’t be fair. Well, it would, but he’s a gentleman.

Steve eases up just a tiny bit, and you take that moment to overpower him. You pin his arm to the ground, and everyone on your team erupts in cheers. Everyone on Steve’s team groan at having to do the next mission alone, but Steve isn’t fazed by it. Bucky sees a faint smile on his face, and he leans down to whisper in his ear.

“You had to let her win, huh?”

“Look at her smile, Buck. I don’t ever want that going away.”

[bruciewayne]

blush

stevetony, fluff.

Steve has very pale skin, which means that anytime he blushes, it shows. 

So Tony's made a game for himself, that has evolved over the years, alongside their relationship, trying to make Steve blush.

In the early days, he’d gone with lewd sexual remarks that surely would have had Captain Virgin replicate a firetruck, yes? No. Absolutely nothing aside from strange looks from the team, and whilst his dignity was long gone, he felt he should keep his team’s respect, so that plan had stopped, in favour for all types of other things, until Tony makes the incredibly precious discovery, the morning after they sleep together for the first time, that the thing that’ll set loose a gorgeous pink blush over his skin is simple, yet seemingly effective, nicknames.

“Baby--” Tony starts, but stops himself to watch, in wonder, the pink flush of Steve’s skin. Steve notices what he’s looking at and immediately hides his face in his shoulder.

“Shut up,” he grumbles.

“Darling, it’s beautiful,” Tony says, brushing back Steve’s hair. Steve makes a distressed noise.

“Sweetheart, dear, my light, sweetcheeks, sugarplum, peache--” Tony says, grinning, getting interrupted by Steve kissing him.

“You know,” Tony says, still smiling, in between kisses, “if me calling you various nicknames leads to your adorable blush and kisses, I may never call you ‘Steve’ again.”

Steve gets that little determined wrinkle that bisects the space between his eyebrows, and says, “Baby,” quietly, testing it out, then it’s his turn to watch, awed, as a blush spreads across Tony’s cheeks. His smile widens, and he launches into a flurry of pet names and nicknames, kissing him between each one, and Tony thinks of just how screwed he is, because he went and fell in love with Steve goddamn Rogers, but he can’t seem to find any regrets, so he lets himself blush, before he turns the tables once more.

[avengerscompound]

My Wife

My Wife: A Captain America Fanfic

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Word Count:  2812

Rating:  E

Square filled: @star-spangled-bingo​ - Free Space, @happystevebingo​ - Wedding

Warnings:  Mentions of Pregnancy, Smut (M|F, oral sex, vaginal sex), there is the mention of daddy kink in this, but not actual daddy kink.  More like them saying it exists.

Synopsis:  It’s your wedding and Steve is completely and utterly delighted.

My Wife

You stood just out of view of the garden, while your bridesmaids fussed around you.  They tugged on the lace of your dress trying to get it to fall just right.  They adjusted the pins in your hair so your veil fell over your face and didn’t ruin your pull any stray strands out of place.  Pepper and Laura tried to keep Morgan and Nathaniel under control.  Morgan wore white with a bright yellow sash and Pepper was trying to get her to take the basket of flower petals when what she really wanted was to take the little stuffed bear of Nathaniel that had your wedding bands tied to it.

“You look beautiful,” Laura said as Nate swung off her arm.  That dress is stunning.  Vintage was such a good choice.

Your bridesmaid handed you your bouquet of sunflowers and daisies.  Steve had shown up with sunflowers on your first date and had never once given you a typical romantic bouquet.  Rather going for bright flowers that lit up a room.  He said they reminded him of you.  “Thank you.”  You said.  “And thank you again for letting us borrow, Nate.”

“Of course.  You can keep him if you like.”  She joked.

“Mommy!”  Nathaniel whined and you and Pepper both started laughing.

“Shall we do this?”  Your maid-of-honor asked.

“Ready when you are,”  You said taking a deep breath.

Pepper and Laura led the way with the children.  As you got closer you could hear the harp getting louder and louder.

The chatter of the crowd stopped and Pepper and Laura sent the kids down the aisle between the chairs in the garden.  The yellow and white petals that Morgan threw out contrasted against the pink petals that had been dropped from the trees in blossom that hung over the garden.

Your bridesmaids went next, walking one at a time toward the arch where Steve stood with Thor, Bucky, Sam, and Tony.

Your dad looked at you and smiled. “Are you ready?”

“For this?  I have been for a long time now.”  You said.

You stepped out into the aisle and the music changed, the harpist switching to ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love’.  You walked down towards Steve and his face lit up and his hand went to his mouth.  Your heart was racing as you took each step, closer and closer to your husband-to-be.  Steve was wearing a black, double-breasted suit, with a light blue tight and a blue orchid in his lapel.  Next to him stood Bucky.  His suit the same color and cut but he wore a pale purple tie with lilacs in his lapel.  He’d had his hair cut and was clean-shaven.  You weren’t sure he’d ever seen him clean-shaven before.  Beside Bucky was Sam who’s had a red tie with a poppy in his buttonhole.  Finally, there was Tony.  He looked the most comfortable in his suit.  His tie was a dark purple and he had a hyacinth boutonniere.

As you got closer to Steve you noticed his eyes were pricked with tears but the smile he wore seemed stuck in place.  The happiness and love radiated off him like heat off a fire.   Your father pushed your veil back and kissed your cheek and you stepped up in front of Steve and took his hands.

Thor moved into position with a large smile on his face.  “Friends!”  He called out and a rumble of thunder filled the air.  “We are all here amidst all this nature to bear witness to the joining of these two people in marriage.  We are all small creatures in this vast universe.  To find such love is a blessing and they have asked you all to witness their bond today.”

He looked over at Natasha and beckoned her forward.  “Natasha is here to do a reading called ‘Marriage is not Beautiful.”

Natasha got up and took the microphone, clearing her voice and looking out at the group of friends and family who had come to share this day with you both.   “Marriage is ugly, you see the absolute worst in someone.”  She read.  “You see them when they’re mad, sad, being stubborn, when they’re so unlovable they make you scream.  But you also get to see them when they are laughing so hard that tears run down their face, and they can’t help but let out those weird gurgling noises.  You see them at 3am when the world is asleep except you two, and you’re eating in the middle of the kitchen floor.  You get to see the side of them that no one else does, and it’s not always pretty. It's snorting while laughing, it’s the tears when it feels like it’s all crashing down, it’s the farting, it’s the bedhead and bad breath, it’s the random dances, it’s the anger and the joy.  Marriage isn’t a beautiful thing, but it is amazing.  It’s knowing that someone loves you so much, and won’t leave you even though you said something nasty.  It’s having someone have your back no matter what.  It’s fights over stupid things, like someone not doing the dishes or picking up after themselves.  And it’s those nights you fall asleep in each other’s arms, feeling like there will never be enough time with them.  It’s cleaning up their vomit, or just rubbing their back when they’re sick.  It’s the dirtiest, hardest, most rewarding job there is.  Because at the end of the day you get to crawl into bed with your best friend, the weirdest, most annoying, loving, goofy, perfect person that you know.  Marriage is not beautiful, but it’s one heck of a ride.”

She took a seat to a round of soft applause and laughter and Thor stepped up again.  He brought out a cord of gold and began to bind your hands as you held Steve’s hands crossed over.

“Before you make your vows, I want to hear you each confirm that it is your intention to be married today.  Do you come here freely and without reservation to give yourselves to each other in marriage?”  Thor asked.

“I do,”  You and Steve spoke at once.

As Thor began to wind the cord around your hands you spoke.  “These are the hands of your best friend, young and strong and full of love for you, that are holding yours on your wedding day, as we promise to love each other today, tomorrow, and forever.”

Steve took over.  “These are the hands that will work alongside yours, as together we build our future.”

A crackle of electricity passed around the cord as Thor continued to wind it around your hands.  “These are the hands that will passionately love you and cherish you through the years, and with the slightest touch will comfort you like no other.”  You said.

Tears pricked Steve’s eyes as he spoke again.  “These are the hands that will hold you when fear or grief fills your mind.”

“These are the hand that will countless times wipe the tears from your eyes; tears of sorrow, and tears of joy.”  You continued.

“These are the hands that will tenderly hold your children,”  Steve said, and you felt your own conviction break, as a stray tear escaped and ran down your cheek.

“These are the hands that will help you to hold your family as one.”

“These are the hands that will give you strength when you need it.”

There was a crackle and flash of lightning.  “And lastly; these are the hands that even when wrinkled and aged, will be reaching for yours, still giving you the same unspoken tenderness with just a touch.”  Thor finished.  “As your hands are bound together now, so your lives and spirits are joined in a union of love and trust.  This bond is not formed by these cords, but rather by the love you have for each other.  For always you hold in your own hands the fate of this union.  Above you are stars and below you is earth.  Like stars, your love should be a constant source of light, and like the earth, a firm foundation from which to grow.”

He unwound your hands and Bucky took the rings from the little stuffed bear and handed them to each of you.  “Your wedding rings are the outward visible sign of the inward invisible bond which unites your two souls in love.  The perfect circle of the ring symbolizes eternity. The precious metal came from the ground as a rough ore and was heated and purified, shaped and polished. Something beautiful was made from raw elements. Love is like that. It comes from humble beginnings, made by imperfect beings. It is the process of making something beautiful where there was once nothing at all.”  Thor said and turned to Steve.  “As you place the ring on her finger, repeat these words after me;”

As he next spoke Steve echoed his words as he slipped the ring on your finger. “I give you this ring.  Wear it in love and joy.  As this ring has no end, my love is also forever.”

Thor then turned to you.  “Place this ring on his finger and repeat these words after me;”

You did the same, slowly sliding the titanium band onto Steve’s ring finger as you looked into his eyes.  “I give you this ring.  Wear it with love and joy.  As this ring has no end, my love is also forever.”

“May the wedding rings you exchanged today remind you always that you are surrounded by an enduring love,”  Thor said.  “Friends, I invite you all to congratulate these two souls now they have been joined and they seal their vows with a kiss.”

Steve dipped you as you kissed, slowly and tenderly, to the applause of your loved ones.  For a moment there was no one else, just you and Steve, totally and helplessly in love as you kissed.

You signed the paperwork and posed for photos around the gardens as everyone else went inside for cocktails.  As you walked around hand in hand Steve stopped you and pulled you close to him.  “You look so beautiful.”  He whispered.

“You scrub up pretty nicely yourself, Rogers.”  You teased.

He chuckled and kissed you.  When he pulled back he looked into your eyes.  “How were you feeling today?  That bug still hanging around?”

“Yeah, still a bit sick.  I’m okay though.  Good, now we’re here.”  You answered.

“I didn’t think I’d get to have this.”  He said, leaning his forehead against yours.

“You get to have everything, Steve.  The whole happy ending.”  You assured him.  He kissed you again.  The buzz click of the photographers capturing the moment didn’t bother you one bit.

You were taken to a private room away from the rest of the guests so you could just have a moment together before being announced again to the reception.   Steve locked the door and smirked at you.

“Hello there, my wife.”  He teased, stalking toward you.

“Steve!”  You yelped.

“Yes, my love.”  He said, guiding you back to the couch.  He carefully smoothed out your skirt and pushed you so you were sitting down.  He dropped to his knees and lifted the many layers of skirt up.

“What’s gotten into you?”  You asked, a little shocked at how brazen he was being.

“I don’t know.  I just know I have to have you.”  He said and kissed the inside of your thigh.  “You’re my wife.”

“I am, but you’re going to go out there with my vagina all over your face.”  You teased.

Steve laughed.  A deep and genuine laugh.  “That’s okay.  It’s my wife’s vagina.  It’s allowed.”

You completely lost it laughing and he disappeared under your skirts.  You smoothed them down so the only thing visible was Steve’s legs poking out from under them.  He pushed your panties to the side and he began to lap slowly at your cunt, his tongue flat and using as much pressure as he could.  You let your head fall back with your eyes closed, moaning gently, and without even meaning to you pushed your hips up against his face.

He pushed two fingers inside you and with practiced ease, found your g-spot and began stroking it firmly with his fingertips.  As he did, he sucked your clit into his mouth and flicked his tongue over it.  You began to pant and you thrust your fist into your mouth to muffle your moans.  Heat swirled through you and your legs began to tremble.  “Steve, Steve.”  You murmured.  “I’m gonna come.”

He squeezed your thigh and moved his hand faster.  You jerked up under him and moaned, clenching your teeth as your orgasm shuddered through you.

Steve climbed out from under your skirt, panting heavily and climbed up onto the couch.  You leaned over and started kissing him hungrily as you unbuckled his pants.  When you pulled his cock free you stood up, gathered your skirts up and stepped over his lap.  He slid his hands up the insides of your legs as you lowered yourself down and shifted your panties to the side as he guided his cock inside of you.

You started to rock your hips against him and put your hands on his shoulders.  “You look so handsome in this suit, Steve.”

He smiled and kissed along your neck and down to your cleavage.  “You look so beautiful.  I thought I was going to cry.”  He said and then blushed a deep red.

“What dirty little thought passed through your head then, darling husband?”  You teased.

“Your breasts look amazing.  Bigger even.”  He chuckled.

You stifled a laugh.  “Oh, kiss me, you old flattered.”

He cupped your jaw with both hands and pulled you into a deep kiss.  You swiped your tongue over your lips, tasting yourself on him.  As you bounced in his lap you could feel an orgasm building but it wouldn’t quite break.  You increased your speed, bouncing harder and faster.

“Slow down, sweetheart,”  Steve whispered.

“I can’t… I need to…”

He gripped the back of your neck and pulled you closer to him.  His free hand went under your skirt, his fingers finding your clit and rolled over it.  “I’ve got you, my love.”  He breathed.  He started kissing your neck and gently nipping at your skin.  You slowed your pace and as you did your orgasm washed over you.

Steve pulled his hand away and wrapped his arms around you, pressing his body tightly against yours as he rested his head against your breasts.  He started to thrust in time with you and with a sudden jerk, he came.

You went to climb off of him but he held onto you and looked deep into your eyes.  “I am so glad we’re going to spend the rest of our lives together.  I love you so much, my wife.”

You hummed and kissed him gently.  It was now or never.  “I love you too, daddy.”

Steve’s face screwed up in distaste.  “Is that a kink thing?”  He asked as he lifted you off his lap and began to clean himself up.  “Because if so, I am not a fan.”

You broke down into giggles.  “No.  It’s not.  Maybe that came out wrong.  Let’s try again.  You said; I love you so much, my…”

He looked at you confused as he zipped up his pants.  “Wife.”

“Which is accurate.  And then I said; I love you too, daddy.”  You said and placed his hand on your stomach.

His eyes went wide. “Sweetheart?”

“Yes?”

“You’re pregnant?”  He asked.  His eyes started to shimmer with tears that weren’t quite ready to break.

“I am.”

His fingers moved back and forth along your stomach.  “How long have you known?”

“I found out this morning.”

“Is that why you were sick?”

“It was.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment.  He stood and picked you up, spinning you around and holding you close.  “I’m going to be a dad?”

“You are.”  You agreed, laughing and hugging him.

“Sweetheart,”  He said, putting you back on your feet.  “This was already the happiest day of my life.  How did you just make it even better?”

You smiled and leaned up and kissed his cheek.  “I told you.  You get to have everything.”

He cradled your jaw and kissed you deeply.

There was a knock at the door and Steve reluctantly pulled back and opened the door.  Your wedding planner stood there with a clipboard.  “Are you ready?”  She asked.

“Yeah, we’re ready,”  Steve said, still smiling broadly.

She led you down the hall and had you wait at the doors to the Palm House.  A moment later you heard Thor on the microphone.  “Friends!”  He called.  “If you would all stand and welcome for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Steven Rogers.”

Steve smiled at you as the doors opened, and the two of you went in to celebrate your new lives together as a family.

[darthbloodorange]

Tony likes taking Steve on Vacation and seeing him relax, knowing that he was witnessing a side of the man that was rarely shared with anyone.

For the: ✦ Happy Steve Bingo prompt “Bathing/Washing”

Word count: N/a - Art Title: Trust and Relaxation Rating: Gen Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe Pairings: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark Warnings: None Major Tags: Vacation, Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Bathing/Washing, Happy Steve Rogers, Happy Tony Stark ~ Summery: Tony likes taking Steve on Vacation and seeing him relax, knowing that he was witnessing a side of the man that was rarely shared with anyone.

[festiveferret]

The Bet (Steve/Tony)

"Steve! You have to go to prom with me!"

Steve all but caught Tony as he came barrelling down the hall and nearly collided with Steve's open locker. "What?"

"You have to go to prom with me."

Steve's breath caught in his throat. "I - you - what? Why?" Had Tony finally figured out that Steve had been in love with him for upwards of six months now?

"Brock and Justin made a bet with me that I couldn't get the hottest guy in school to go to prom with me." Tony ginned and bounced on his toes. "They don't know we know each other! They bet me fifty bucks."

Steve tried not to show the disappointment on his face. "Oh."

Tony's brow creased and he rocked back on his heels. "Unless - oh were you going to ask someone? You just said last week you were gonna go stag with Bucky and Peggy, and I thought maybe you wouldn't mind. I'll split the money with you. It's mostly just to see the look on their faces."

"Wait. Hottest guy?" Steve shot Tony an incredulous look as he dug out his books and slammed his locker shut.

Tony shrugged. "Sure. Everyone agrees. But will you go?"

Steve felt the back of his neck heating. Hottest? Really? If Tony thought he was hot, why didn't he want to go to prom for real? But Steve loved him too much to deny him this, knowing that Tony wouldn't push it, would accept it, but would look like a stomped puppy for a week and a half. "Sure. I guess. What would it entail?"

"Just prom stuff. You wouldn't have to kiss me or anything." Tony laughed, and Steve choked on nothing. "Hold my hand, maybe dance a little, show up together, leave together. And if Brock or Justin asks, you say I asked you and you said yes." Tony trotted along at Steve's side as they walked down the hall. "I mean if we were going to go as friends anyway, it wouldn't be that different… right? I guess… unless there was someone you wanted to ask?"

There was someone he wanted to ask. But that someone had just asked him. Sort of. "No. There's no one."

"I wouldn't want your crush to think you're taken." Tony bumped Steve's shoulder with his.

"It's fine, Tony. I'll do it. I don't mind."

"You sure?"

"Yeah." Steve forced himself to smile. "Those guys are assholes. I don't know why you keep going to that club when they treat you like they do. I'll do pretty much anything to show them up." And to show them that someone has your back, Steve added silently.

Tony shrugged again. "I like the rest of computer club. And I like Mr. Fury. They're not that bad."

Steve hummed and fell silent. They made their way out the back door and across the football field towards Tony's house. It had become habit, somehow, to go to Tony's after school on Fridays. Tony's parents were never home, and Bucky and Peggy both had activities on Fridays. So it was just the two of them. What had started out as convenience had ended up being the most treasured night of the week for Steve.

He didn't see much of Tony during the school week. Tony was a two years younger and one grade above Steve, but Peggy knew Tony through their parents, so when he transferred to their school at the beginning of the year, she'd introduced them. And now… well now it was the knowledge that he'd have Tony to himself for four hours every Friday that got Steve through the rest of the week.

"What do you want to play?" Tony asked, when they made their way to the huge suite that served as his room. He dumped his bag by the door and flopped into a bean bag chair in front of the TV.

"I don't care," Steve said. "Anything."

He would have watched paint dry as long as he was doing it with Tony. They worked their way through most of Tony's vast library of fighting games.

"So… next week?" Tony said as Steve tugged his backpack back on at the end of the night.

Steve blinked at him, tilting his head in question.

"I mean. We'll be at prom instead of here."

"Oh right. It's next week? Okay. What should I wear?"

Tony considered him for a moment. "Why don't you just come here after school like normal and we'll get ready together. I can get you a suit -"

"Tony you don't have to -"

Tony shut him up with a look. "This is my thing, okay? I'm not going to make you get a suit for it. Bring Buck and Pegs or whoever, and I'll get us all a car, we can arrive as a group."

"Okay." Steve hung in the doorway, heart pounding. This suddenly seemed like both the best and worst idea imaginable. There was nothing he wanted more than to spend a night with Tony, dancing, holding hands, but even with the excuse that he was trying to make it seem convincing, Steve was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to make it through the night without giving his feelings away. "Okay," he said again, stupidly. Then he turned on his heel and left.

He had the whole walk home to think about Tony, a common theme for his walks home Friday nights. Tony was funny - hilarious - and kind, and silly, and generous, and he had this way of assuming that once someone was in his life they were all the way in. He'd always made Steve feel like there was nothing he wouldn't tell him, nothing he wouldn't give him if he asked.

And now he was going to prom with him. Well… it might be nice to pretend, just for a night.

**

In the end, Bucky, Sam, Clint, and Peggy all opted to ride in with them. Clint and Bucky had been on-again-off-again for so long, Steve wasn't surprised to see them holding hands as the gang trailed off across the field towards Tony's place.

Peggy and Bucky peeled off to go the two blocks to Peggy's place and get their stuff - Bucky had stashed his there earlier - and Sam and Clint both lugged garment bags along with their backpacks. Steve had nothing but his only pair of dress shoes in a grocery bag that bumped against his leg as he walked.

It was easier, with the whole group. He could convince himself that this was no different than if they'd gone as a group of friends. But when he stepped out of the bathroom in the extremely luxurious suit Tony had somehow acquired for him - perfectly fitted - Tony stood far too close and tucked a white flower in his buttonhole with a smile. It matched the one Tony was wearing.

It was too easy and too painful to think about what this would be like if it were real, but Steve grit his jaw and forced himself to smile and laugh and joke with the gang like everything was normal.

Tony had also rented a limo, picking up Peggy and Bucky on the way, and Steve had to admit that part was fun. At the doors to the gymnasium, Tony paused and held his hand out, his eyes going soft and his smile wavering a bit. Steve looked down at his offered hand then slipped his own in it, wrapping his fingers around Tony's. Tony's hand was warm but not sweaty, and his fingers threaded perfectly in between Steve's like they were puzzle pieces made to fit together.

The dance was hopping already. There were tables surrounding a huge dance floor and a live band. The dance floor was already full, couples and groups bouncing and swaying to the music. Their group claimed a table, and Clint dragged Bucky off to dance with a smirk.  

Being at prom with Tony wasn't that different from being there with Tony, plus everyone else. Clint sat in Bucky's lap and whispered thing in his ear that made him laugh then punch Clint on the arm, but Tony didn't sit in Steve's lap. He pulled his chair close when they sat, and only rested a hand on Steve's forearm now and then, but for Steve, that was almost as much as a lapful of Tony. He was so close, smelled so good, and his fingers kept petting over the petals of the flower in his lapel.

Every time the music went soft and slow, Steve tried to get his tongue to ask Tony to dance, but he couldn't manage it. It would be good for the illusion - so far, they wouldn't look to anyone else like more than touchy-feely friends - but Tony blushed and avoided his eye each time, and Steve didn't have the strength to break through that.

They did dance, though, when the songs were upbeat and they could go out as a group. And Tony stuck close to Steve's side, smiling up at him whenever their eyes met. It wasn't long before they were sweating and laughing, stumbling back to their table when the band took a break.

Everyone declared at once that they were thirsty, so Steve agreed to guard their stuff while the others went to grab drinks. Tony promised to bring him something back. Steve was flipping through Twitter on his phone when a foot bumped against Steve's. He looked up then scowled when he saw Justin and Brock smirking down at him.

"So how much did he pay you, Rogers?" Brock asked.

"What?" Steve clenched his hands into fists at his side.

"How much did Stark have to pay you to take his scrawny ass to prom?"

Steve took two breaths then slowly rose to his full height, shoving into Brock's space and making him stumble backwards into Justin. "If you have a vested interest in your own health and well-being, you'll shut your mouth right now and fuck right off. Even if Tony weren't my boyfriend - with a fantastic ass, by the way - I don't like bullies, and I don't like the shit you two assholes pull. You'd better leave Tony alone. After paying out on your stupid little bet, of course."

Brock took another step backwards, but he shot a look to Justin and they both sneered. "Whatever. I still don't believe he didn't have to pay you. Now you're just, what? His bodyguard? Fucking rich kids."

"What's going on?" Tony appeared at Steve's side, and Steve immediately snapped out and grabbed his elbow, tugging him in tight against his side.

"Nothing," Steve said, heart crawling up into his throat. What he was about to do - he wasn't going to be able to take back. "These jerk-offs were just leaving." He turned to face Tony, trying to broadcast his intent on the way in. "Thanks for getting me a drink, babe," he whispered softly. And then he kissed Tony.

Tony's hands snapped to Steve's shoulders and held on for dear life as he slumped nearly boneless in Steve's arms. Steve caught him, holding him up easily. And as he suspected, once he starting kissing Tony, he couldn't stop. A short peck probably would have convinced the bullies, but Tony was warm and soft and pliant in his arms, and his lips moved gently against Steve's, sucking in sharp breaths through his nose.

Steve's heart started pounding when he realized he had absolutely no justification for dragging this out any longer and he pulled back with a sigh. He saw the moment Tony clicked it all into place, eyes flicking back and forth between Steve's, still near dead weight in his arms. His mouth fell open in a small "o" and his eyes went wider and wider as Steve felt six months of feelings pour out of his expression, unstemmable.

He set Tony back on his feet and stepped back. Justin and Brock were gone and there was a fifty dollar bill on the table next to Steve's phone. He swallowed hard, tried to speak, couldn't.

Tony knew. They'd won the bet, but now Tony knew how he felt and he wouldn't be able to take it back. Steve turned on his heel and fled, pushing out the back doors of the gym and out towards the football field.

"Steve, wait!"

He could hear the huff-puff of Tony's breath as he jogged across the grass and then an oof as he tripped over something. Steve stopped immediately and spun around to find Tony on his knees, wiping grass and mud off his palm. Steve walked back with a sigh and helped him back up to his feet, dropping Tony's arm as soon as he was steady. He looked down at the ground. "You should go back in…"

"Only if you come with me," Tony said stubbornly.

Steve sighed. "You don't have to pretend, Tony. I know things are going to be weird now. I think it's pretty obvious how I - uh - how I…"

"...Feel?"

"Yeah. So. I think it's best if I go home. You should stay and have a good time, though. Don't worry about me, okay? I'll be fine." Steve turned to go, but Tony's hand snatched a fistful of his suit jacket.

"Wait." Tony sounded almost desperate. "Just wait. I -"

Steve stilled in Tony's hold, but still couldn't meet his eyes. "Tony…"

"That kiss felt really real."

Steve finally peeled his eyes up from the ground and found Tony's. They were wide in the dim light that spilled out of the gym. "It was real," Steve admitted. "I'm sorry."

"What?" It was Tony's turn to blink at him. "Don't be sorry… that was amazing. That was - uh - that was my first kiss."

Steve stomach dropped out. "Oh god, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have taken that from you for a stupid bet."

"You didn't take anything from me." Tony tugged on Steve's sleeve and he gave in easily, helplessly, stumbling into Tony as Tony leaned up on his toes, caught the side of Steve's face with his other hand and kissed Steve again. Steve jolted back in surprise, but Tony's fingers tightened and he pressed forward. "Steve…" he muttered, lips brushing, "stop worrying about what that kiss said about you and starting paying attention to what this says about me." And Tony kissed him again.

Tony's lips were warm and soft against Steve's, not practiced or fancy, but comfortable and confident. He leaned forward against Steve's chest and tipped his chin up to angle the kiss deeper. Steve's arms were full of Tony's solid, warm weight, and he could taste the hint of cherry soda on Tony's tongue when he parted his lips and let it dart inside.

This kiss went on, shifting hotter and more intense as Tony explored Steve's mouth with his tongue and Steve's hands crept up Tony's back. Tony kissed Steve like he'd find an extension for his finals at the back of Steve's throat and it was amazing. And he could feel it: Tony wanted this too.

When they parted, Steve struggled to catch his breath. "Really?" he couldn't help but ask.

Tony smiled softly and fiddled with the lapel on Steve's jacket. "Really. It's always been you. Why do you think I let you win at Street Fighter so much?"

Steve snorted. "Let?" He pulled Tony in and kissed him again, because he could. "Let nothing…"

They tripped back into kisses with no end in sight, until a door opened and closed behind them and the sudden burst of music from the dance eased them apart. "Hey, Steve?" Tony asked.

"Yeah?"

Tony grinned, eyes twinkling. "Will you go to prom with me?" Tony took a step back and held his hand out.

Steve took it. "I would love to."

Tony led the way back inside, and drew Steve right out onto the dance floor and into his arms. Steve held him tight, afraid that if he let him go, he'd wake up and it would all disappear. He buried his face in Tony's hair and breathed in, unable to stop grinning, unable to stop tracing the length of Tony's spine with his fingers. Tony swirled his fingertips through the hair at the nape of Steve's neck and pressed another kiss to his jawline. "We're going to use the bet money to go on a really nice date," he said.

And Steve couldn't imagine being happier.

[menatiera]

N2 - Cuddling

For: Happy Steve Bingo @happystevebingo Warnings: Not betaed, so grammatical errors may occur. Rating: Gen Pairing: Stucky

“A Basset Hound?” Bucky sounded incredulous, and Steve cheerfully smiled at him. The dog in question didn’t seem to care. It trotted around the small kitchen, picked a spot in front of the oven, and promptly fell over to its side.

“Yeah,” Steve said, audibly amused by the dog’s antics. “You were worried about the cats,” he added.

They both eyed the dog critically. The basset plucked its tongue out and closed its eyes, drooling on the tiles. Bucky guessed they were still warm from his baking before.

“Well.” Bucky wasn’t sure how to sum up his opinion, so he skipped that part entirely, and decided to focus on the conversation at hand. “I certainly don’t see it in him to chase my cats. Or any cats, really.”

Steve didn’t try to argue.

“Or to move at all,” Bucky added after the silence stretched too long.

Steve moved in to hug his husband. “See? Perfect for us.”

Bucky snorted while he put his hands on the arms around his waist. “You are a fucking perpetuum mobile, Rogers. You barely sit down.”

“That’s not true! I exercise a lot, but when I’m home, I like to cuddle.”

The dog started snoring.

“We’ll see,” Bucky sighed. “But if the dog gets the cuddles instead of me, it’ll have to leave.”

Steve kissed the side of Bucky’s neck, smiling. “I’ll distribute snuggles evenly,” he promised.

[until-theend-oftheline]

Us Before Us

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Warnings: PTSD and feeling disconnected. Fluff mostly though.  

Word Count: 1000ish

Square Filled: Age Gap for @marvelfluffbingo and Time Travel for @happystevebingo

A/N: Just a fluffy little one shot for one of my favorite pairings :) I love my super soldier boys :)

Betaed by: None - All mistakes are my own

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

Steve was practically buzzing as he headed back home towards his Brooklyn apartment he shared with you and Bucky. He had barely been able to believe his eyes when he had found these pictures in the old archives of the first Shield Bunker.

He sent Peggy a silent thank you as he packed them all away before heading to the airport to go back home to his family. Even dead for decades she still positively affected his life. He still loved her. Bucky or you didn’t change that and neither one of you blamed him for it either.

He wasn’t sure what had brought him out to New Jersey today though. A calling from the past maybe.

As good as life was now Steve still couldn’t help but feel slightly out of time at moments. His life before he came out of the ice felt as an eternity go and sometimes he still felt as if it was yesterday. It was a weird feeling that lingered even almost two decades after he had first woken up to this strange new world.

It wasn’t that Steve wasn’t happy because he was. He had gotten Bucky back for the second time and he vowed to not waste a single second spend with him ever again. They hadn’t. They had lived together ever since the world had gotten back to normal. They had loved each other since they were kids whereas the love for you was new. They had met you a few years ago and somehow it had just felt right. Like you were the third piece to a puzzle that had never felt incomplete before they met you.

You were innocent and light, which was one of the many things both men loved about you, but Bucky also knew you felt disconnected from their past. It wasn’t that you were jealous in any way. More like a part of you wished you could have shared their past with them the way they had with each other. This was another reason finding these pictures made him so excited. He knew that you were going to love them and he hoped Bucky would feel the same way even if a part of him still felt a disconnect to the past.

“I’m home,” Steve called out, smiling as you instantly came bouncing out of the living room straight into his arms.

“We’re eating on the floor tonight,” you giggled as Steve buried his face in your neck.

“We’re what?” Steve pulled back with a smile on his face. He didn’t really care, and even if nothing with Bucky and Y/N surprised him anymore he was still intrigued what was going on.

“Well, we went out to get a new dining table. But Bucky dropped it wiring it up through the window,” you giggled, as Bucky yelled from the kitchen it was your fault for distracting him.

Steve just shook his head lovingly letting you lead him into the little picnic blanket you and Bucky had laid out on the floor.

“What happened to the old table?” Steve questioned, making you shrug.

“I gave it to Peter and MJ. I’m not gonna ask for it back. We’ll find something,” you grinned sitting down on the floor, pulling Steve with you as Bucky appeared from the kitchen with a pan of steaming homemade pizza. He sat it down on the floor before sitting down next to Steve, giving his cheek a kiss.

“Welcome home pal,” Bucky smiled before his eyes landed on the box. “What’s this?”

“Some of our old pictures. I found them in the Shield archives in Jersey. I had them at the compound with me and Peggy must have stored them,” Steve explained with a smile. Bucky just nodded while you instantly grabbed the box, opening it up.

“No way! Is this you?” you asked holding up an old picture of Steve sitting on the docks before the war. Bucky had taken it, hence the adoring loving look on Steve’s face as he looked into the camera.

“Yeah. I looked a little different back then,” Steve answered suddenly feeling a little self-conscious, but relaxed when he felt Bucky squeeze his thigh and saw you just smile as you kept digging through the pictures.

A small frown appeared on your face as you found another old picture of both Bucky and Steve before the war.

“So the serum was like an enhanced second puberty for you?” you asked, looking up making Steve smile and open his mouth to answer. Bucky beat him to it though.

“That implies he went through it the first time,” Bucky smirked, causing Steve to punch his arm. Bucky just laughed, grabbing a piece of pizza shoving it into Steve’s mouth with a wink before grabbing one for himself.

“But you don’t look all that different?” you asked Bucky, looking over at him and Bucky smirked again giving Steve’s thigh another squeeze.

“No cause I did go through puberty the first time.”

“You know what Buck?!” Steve tried to scold, but he couldn’t keep the smile out of his eyes as Bucky doubled over in laughter.

As soon as Bucky recovered he took your question more serious as he tried to explain the difference between the treatments they had gone through and how the states of their bodies might have made it affect them differently as well. Steve just sat there listening.

Sometimes it still amazed him just how much of an understanding Bucky had of the different sciences, more so it amazed him how Bucky was now able to talk about what he had gone through without retreating into himself instantly. Maybe it had something to do with your hand gently caressing his hair or maybe Bucky had just come that far.

Steve wasn’t sure. Just like he wasn’t sure when he had fallen in love with either of you. He just had and even if you were decades younger than him and Bucky, this was right. For the first time in his life, Steve felt like he belonged. Time and space didn’t matter. You and Bucky were his home and Steve had never been happier than he was in this moment.

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Home

My first fill for my Happy Steve Bingo card!

“You know,” Tony starts, walking slowly beside Steve as they make their way out of the Avengers compound, “I need to take a page out of you and Barton’s book.”

Steve chuckles, resting his hands on his belt, “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, I mean. Pep and I just can’t find the time to settle down, you know? She doesn’t want to give up control of Stark Industries and,” He peeks out over the rims of his expensive sunglasses at the tall blonde man, “You know me.” He shrugs.

Steve can’t help but smile, nodding his head in agreeance, “You do like a good party.”

The playboy shrugs, cocking his eyebrow and flashing that million dollar smile that Steve knows all too well. Tony tilts his wrist toward him, illuminating the state of the art Hublot watch, “You should get home to those babies. Take the Audi.”

He tosses the key fob haphazardly into the air, know that Steve will undoubtedly and skillfully catch it. He shoves his hands into his pockets and takes a step before Steve calls, “I can’t, Tony. I’ve got my bike.”

“Live a little, will ya?”

“Tony-“

The billionaire just lifts his hand into the air, continuing his stroll toward his own vehicle, “See you when I see you old man.”

Steve rolls his eyes but smiles all the way through, “Since when is a hundred old?” He calls loudly, “I feel like a teenager!”

“You look like one too.”

Steve watches for a few minutes more as Tony jumps behind the wheel of his other brand new, shiny Audi and speeds off down the dirt road. His blue green eyes land on the orange Audi R8. He takes a step toward it and quirks his eyebrow toward the sky as the engine automatically roars to life. He stops, and the car rolls toward him slowly, coming to a stop right at his feet. He starts walking toward the road and the car follows slowly beside him. He stops, and so does the car. Tony and his toys.

Steve slides behind the wheel and is soon twisting and turning his way through upstate New York. Autumn has fallen over the state with burnt orange and red leaves littering the ground as he burns across the pavement. He makes a left turn and makes his way down the familiar gravel road, his body relaxing as soon as their hideaway breaks into his view. It’s an old farmhouse that they are still, slowly working on, but it’s coming along. If aliens could just quit invading the city, he’d have some time to finish that playroom. He rolls to a slow stop in front of his humble abode and swings the door open, placing his feet on the grass. He lowers his head into his hands, finally taking a moment for himself. He’s home. Where he belongs.

He moves like a cat through the front yard and up the stairs of the porch, his heart fluttering all the while. He’s ready to hear their little voices. He steps through the front door and is met with a deafening silence. It makes him stop dead in his tracks. There’s no Spongebob from the tv, no music from the stereo, no screaming or fighting or laughing or crying. His wife’s heavy accent usually rings through the house but there’s nothing. He exhales slowly as the hair on his arms stands erect. It doesn’t feel right. He closes the door slowly behind him and immediately takes to the stairs, climbing them quickly and quietly, his ears and eyes honed in on any slight change in his atmosphere.

He hits the top step and moves toward their bedroom door which is slightly ajar. His mouth drops open as his breath becomes heavy. He pushes the door with his hand slowly, the contents of his bedroom slowly being revealed to him. His closes his eyes and lets out a shaky breath as his wife’s sleeping form comes into view. She’s nestled in the middle of their king sized bed, completely surrounded by their four curly headed girls. Arms and legs and hair are strewn about, intertwined with each other like vines as they slumber. He’s been out there too long this time. Silence shouldn’t scare him like this. He moves into the room and drops to his knees at the side of the bed, stretching his hand toward Okoye’s pregnant belly. Baby number five. Another girl. He rubs her belly, closing his eyes again as he tries to calm himself down. You’re home Steve. You can act like it.

He pulls away from his wife and brushes some curly, light brown disheveled hair out of their youngests’ face. He smiles softly as he watches her, her pretty little lips murmuring slightly as she inhales deeply. Sarah. After his mother. She’s just barely two but is a force to be reckoned with. She’s sweet but strong, caring but intensely diplomatic. She’s an old soul. Next in line is three year old Amara; curled around her mother, her arms around her neck and chest, her sweet face buried in her mother’s neck. She takes after Steve the most. Her eyes are big and wide, a light hazel in color. Her dark, long eyelashes splay against her caramel skin as she inhales and exhales with all the calmness a person can muster. She’s tall for her age, agile, confident but shy. She’s quiet and brooding, always wanting to just do the right thing.

Ch’Tea and Kisani are on the other side of Okoye, nestled within each other. Twins. Their first borns. He remembers it like it was just yesterday. Okoye had been in labor for almost two days. Any longer, the doctors warned, and they had to take them out via surgery. Okoye refused adamantly. They’ll come when they come. It’s up to them. They handed him his babies just as that beautiful Wakandan sunset broke through the sky. That feeling of having them, his babies, something he helped create, in his arms was indescribable and irreplaceable. He’s done so many things, incredible things, otherwise impossible things. He’s been to so many places, seen more than what the history books can describe, but nothing holds up to that moment. Not even punching Adolf Hitler. He’d never known love; a true love, a lasting, living, breathing love until he met Okoye, but, he never knew an unconditional love, an unprovoked love, until he held those babies in his hands. His babies.

He stands, shedding out the of the last remnants of Captain America and tosses them to the floor. It’s time to be daddy. He shrugs into his sweatpants and moves to the other side of their large crowded bed, his footsteps heavy against the wooden floor. He pats Bingo’s head, the chihuahua/terrier mix that wandered out the woods and into their backyard a few months ago, as he too sleeps comfortably at the end of the bed. Steve climbs over the small bodies of Ch’Tea and Kisani, his weight dipping the mattress as it creaks and squeaks under the added pressure. He settles next to his wife and brushes his lips over her forehead, closing his eyes again as he lets his body relax. He pulls the twins into him, pressing their warm bodies to his as his exhaustion quickly catches up with him.

A hand slinks around his neck protectively and her long fingers dig into his blonde hair, “I think I like Dolores for the little one.”

Her voice is soft and sleepy, wafting over him like a warm breeze. He chuckles lightly, replacing his hand on her budding stomach, “It’s growing on you, huh?” He whispers back.

She shrugs, never opening her eyes as she continues to massage his head lightly. She rests her free hand on Amara’s arm that’s slung across her chest as a smile spreads on her lips, “Yeah. Dolores Azzuri Rogers.”

He’s quiet for a few moments, letting the name move around his brain before he starts to give in to the sleep, “It’s perfect.” He exhales.

Sarah begins to stir beside her mother, humming softly as her father's voice breaks into her subconscious. She sits up quickly, rubbing at her eyes furiously before swiping her small, chubby hand across her forehead. She turns her head, her eyes still half closed as she begins to whine softly, “Mama…”

“Shhhh,” Steve coos softly, opening his eyes slightly as he tries to calm her, “It’s okay baby girl.”

“Daddy.” She reaches for him, extending her arms and flexing her fingers toward him, “Hol’ me daddy.”

Steve obliges, sitting up a little to pull her gently over her sleeping sister and mother. He finds a small space between himself, Okoye, and Ch’Tea and Kisani, and settles her down, draping his large arm over the three of them, “My sweet, sweet Sarah baby.” He whispers, tickling her stomach and smiling as her little giggle fills the quiet room, “You like the name Dolores?”

She nods sleepily, twisting her body to face her sleeping twin sisters and father, “You like, daddy?”

“I do.”

“You mama?”

Okoye nods softly, “I love it.”

“Then I like too. You pick middle yet?”

“Azzuri.” Okoye answers, “You know who that is?”

“Nuh uh.” The young girl answers as she lifts Steve’s hand in the air, intertwining her little fingers with his before tracing the lines on his palm.

“That is your uncle T’Challa’s grandfather.” Steve answers, pulling her hand toward his lips to kiss every last one of her chubby fingers, “He was a king.”

“And he was the fiercest Black Panther there ever was. He never lost a battle.” Okoye finishes, “Uncle T’Challa loved him dearly.”

Sarah brings her father’s hand to her own lips and plants a kiss in his palm, smiling as she’s rewarded with a chuckle from him. The young girl yawns sweetly and cuddles into her sisters, rubbing her hand against Steve’s skin as she drifts back into a peaceful sleep. Okoye turns her head toward his and plants a small kiss on the tip of his nose as best she can, “You’re home now, right?” She questions, her voice still soft, “No more avenging until after Dolores is here?”

“I’m all yours, doll.”

She smiles again. He returns a soft kiss on her cheek and nuzzles into Kisani’s hair as Ch’Tea wraps her small hand around his bicep. The parents drift off to sleep again, comfortable and warm, surrounded by their babies.