Dec 19, 2019
Steve: When was the last time a guy opened the car door for you ?
Nat: When i got arrested
Bucky: what
Sam: what
*the whole avengers*: what
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Steve: When was the last time a guy opened the car door for you ?
Nat: When i got arrested
Bucky: what
Sam: what
*the whole avengers*: what
Hi I’m bored. Send me a number and a Marvel ship and I’ll write a fic.
Movie night
Baking
Road trip
Birthday
Argument
Cuddles
Phone calls
Pets
Date night
AU of choice (please no nsfw)
Sick
Injured
Party
Family
Secret Santa
Matchmaker
Angst
Fluff
Jealous
Protective of one another
RULES: absolutely NO pedophilic/incest ships!!! I won’t age up minors either!!! No NSFW!
I’m doing this cause I really enjoy writing and I need some inspiration right now! Also I love giving people stuff to enjoy :)
Imagine damsel in distress Steve and Nat, Buck and Sam coming to rescue him and sweep him off his feet ;)
His comm’s out, though he’s not sure he’d have heard themcoming even if it hadn’t been. Still, Steve has to stumble to keep hold of hisshield when the door of his cell swings open and he starts to throw it,expecting it to be one of his captors.
To his credit, Sam ducks anyway, even as Steve fumbles,finally hugging the shield to his chest so it doesn’t hit the floor before hecan get his fingers around it. It wouldn’t do to make a huge commotion duringan escape.
“I know that was the smart tactical move,” Sam mutters asthey start moving back down the hall, “but I still wish you’d look before youthrew that thing. My nose is a very appealing shape right now, and I don’treally want it rearranged.”
Steve grins. “Good to see you too, honey,” he says. “I’mfine, by the way.” He pauses, turning to give Sam a kiss hello before movingon.
Natasha and Bucky are sharing a cigarette by the elevatorwhen Steve and Sam jog up. Nat crushes the smoke between two fingers and sticksthe butt in her tac belt; meanwhile, Bucky checks Steve over quickly and giveshis ass a squeeze for good measure.
“Glad you’re not dead,” Nat says, standing on tiptoe for akiss once they’re all in the elevator.
“Thanks,” Steve says, and eyeballs Bucky and Sam. “At least one of you is.”
“I’ll be gladder when we’re all out of this in one piece,”Sam says. “It was damn fool of you to get grabbed, Rogers, and you know it.”
Throwing an arm around Nat’s shoulders, Steve shrugs. “Iknew you guys would save me. You can’t live without me.”
The look Bucky throws him is very clearly how dare you assume that of me. After asecond, though, he rolls his eyes. “You’re so fuckin’ spoiled.”
2 cap quartet or stevebucky
Of course! I’m gonna do the Cap quarter if that’s ok! This is based off an actual thing that happened to me lol
Baking should be fun. It should be easy, relaxing, and fun. Just fun. Not stressful, hard, and exhausting. It all started off good, but slowly everything began to fall apart.
“Ok, so preheat the oven to 350° for me, Sam.”
“You’ve got it.”
“Awesome; Nat, can you get out the ingredients?”
“Already did.”
“Great; Bucky, do you have the instructions pulled up?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Ok,” exclaimed Steve, clapping his hands together happily, “lets bake! What first?”
“It says we need to start making the batter.”
“Alright, what do we need to do that?”
“We need two eggs,” started Natasha, peering over Bucky’s shoulder, “1/4 of water, and 1/8 of oil.”
“And we have all of that?”
“Right by the toaster.”
Sam picked up all the ingredients and made his way over to the bowl.
“Watch it, muscles,” mumbled Bucky. “You’re gonna break all the eggs.”
“I’m being careful,” mumbled back Sam.
“You’re literally balancing the carton on top of the cake mix!”
“I’m being careful!”
“Hey,” interjected Nat, “no fighting in my kitchen!”
Sam smirked at Bucky, who crossed his arms with a huff. Steve but a gentle arm around him as their boyfriend passed, giving him light kiss on the forehead. Hopefully the two would get along for the rest of the day and they’d all be able to enjoy some cupcakes in piece.
After Nat poured the mix and the eggs into the bowl, she reached for the oil. Something topped her, however.
“What’s up, Nat?”
“It said 1/4 of water and 1/8 of oil?”
“Yep.”
“...That doesn’t sound right.”
“How come?”
“I just,” she said, scratching her head, “feel like that’s wrong.”
“It says right here that it’s right.”
“I know, I know; but...maybe just...let’s just see how it feels.”
The woman poured in the water and the oil hesitantly. When both were in, she bit her lip.
“...I don’t think that’s enough.”
She grabbed the bottle of oil and began to pour more.
“Whoa,” exclaimed Sam, reaching for the oil. “What are you doing?”
“I think it needs more!”
“But the instructions said-“
“Yeah, I know; but it doesn’t feel right- Bucky? Can you get some more water?”
“Sure.”
“Bucky don’t-“
“Thank you.”
Nat poured in the full cup of water as Sam and Steve watched in horror.
“Let me see if it tastes right,” said Bucky, making his way over and picking up the whisk for a taste. He stood thinking for a minute after before pulling a face.
“It needs more sugar.”
“Buck,” started Sam, “we don’t need to add sugar; it’s not homemade cake mix.”
“He’s right,” said Nat after taking her own taste of the batter. “‘Needs sugar.”
“Guys, it doesn’t nee-“
“How much do you think,” asked Bucky, turning to his girlfriend.
“It doesn’t need any-“
“Try a cup.”
“A cup,” exclaimed Sam. “That’s way to much!”
“Oh, hush,” teased Nat, pouring in the cup.
Sam turned to Steve, who really had no clue what to do. After a while, it was just Bucky and Nat adding unnecessary ingredients to the watery mix.
“Ok,” smiled Nat, looking down at the mess in the bowl. “I think it’s good!”
“How about you and Bucky go relax while me and Sam finish the rest,” insisted Steve.
“How come?”
“Well, I mean...you two did most of the mixing.”
“Fine; but you two better not ice them without us.”
“We won’t; go relax.”
Bucky and Nat made their way to the living room, chatting about their work. Steve turned to Sam, who was cringing at the “batter” that sat on his counter.
“...Should we toss it?”
“...Let’s just...try.”
“What? Babe, we both know that this isn’t gonna bake. Look at it! It’s literally just liquid!”
“What if...what if we add flour to it? Make it lore solid?”
“...Do you think that’s gonna work?”
“I don’t know, but it sounds like it should.”
“Alright,” sighed Sam, “let’s try.”
Steve opened the bag of flour that was in the cabinet and began to pour it in.
“Do you think that’s enough?”
“...Maybe add some mire just to be safe.”
Sam watched as his boyfriend kept emptying the bag into bowl.
“Sam, that was like half the bag.”
“Seriously? What did they do that made it this watery?!”
“I don’t know, Bucky poured in, like, three cups.”
“Three?!”
“Maybe two- look, let’s just try, ok?”
“...If it explodes, I’m not cleaning it up.”
“If it exploded they’ll clean it, ok?”
“...Fine. I’ll get the tin.”
After Steve and Sam has poured the disgusting mix into the cupcake tin, they put it in the oven, praying that it would actually bake. Once it was in, the two went to go sit with their boyfriend and girlfriend in the living room.
“Are they in,” asked Nat, who was resting on Bucky’s chest, watching TV.
“You bet,” responded Steve, taking his place on the couch and letting Bucky rest his feet on his lap. Sam curled in next to them, resting his head on Steve’s shoulder.
“If I get food poising,” he whisper into Steve’s ear, “I will never forgive you.”
Steve smirked before pressing a kiss to a grinning Sam’s nose and turning his attention to the TV screen.
After about a half hour, the timer on the oven went off, causing Bucky and Nat to spring up in excitement.
“They’re done!”
“Ok,” laughed Sam, “let’s go check them out.”
Bucky and Nat instantly ran to the kitchen, Steve and Sam close behind them. Once Steve opened the oven, smoke poured into the room.
“Whoa,” exclaimed Nat, pulling him back by the back of his shirt.
“Did they burn?”
When the smoke cleared, Steve tried again to see, this time opening the door slowly. He looked isnide, expecting to see the worse, and...
“They’re perfect!”
Bucky and Nat high-fived as Sam and Steve stared in disbelief. Did it actually work?
“...Ok,” said Steve, a smile returning to his face. “Let’s let them cook for a minute before frosting them!”
Nat and Bucky frantically searched the fridge for the various icing flavors they had bought the night before. Steve and Sam stood off to the side, watching the whole thing.
“I can’t believe that actually worked,” whispered Sam.
“I didn’t expect it to...lucky us, I guess.”
Soon enough, the cupcakes were frosted and on a plate in the living room.
“Ok,” announced Nat, holding a pink frosted cupcake in the air, “three, two, one...”
The four took a bite out of each of there own cupcakes in celebration. Instead of tasting the deliciousness of cupcakes, however, they tasted...
“...Nothing?”
Nat took another bite, confused.
“They...don’t have a taste?”
Sam saw Bucky’s posture drop a bit in defeat.
“That’s so weird,” he said through a mouth of food. “I don’t get it? We followed the instructions.”
“...I feel like I messed it up,” sighed Nat, putting down her cupcake and resting her chin in her hands, “I’m sorry guys.”
Bucky put an arm around her, resting his head on her shoulder as he did. Steve turned to Sam, not knowing what to do.
“Hey...Nat-“
“Well,” interrupted Sam, who was reaching towards the plate, “I think they’re good!”
“But they have no taste,” said a confused Natasha, looking at her smiling boyfriend.
“Doesn’t mean they’re not good,” he smiled, taking a bite out of a misshapen, blue frosted one.
“...I think so, too,” added Steve, taking his own from the plate. Nat stared at them as they bogged down the food.
“...A-are you serious?”
“Yeah,” exclaimed Sam, “the texture is awesome!”
Nat and Bucky looked at each other before slowly reaching for their own cupcakes. Bucky bit into his, thinking as he did.
“...I guess they’re not terrible,” admitted Nat, turning to see Bucky’s reaction.
“...I think I have to agree; I mean, I’ve had worse.”
“They’re really good, guys,” soothed Steve, who had just finished his second one.
“...Ok,” shrugged Nat, smile n a it as she did.
“Ok.”
“Cheers, guys.”
“Cheers,” said everyone in unison, holding they’re cakes in the air before eating the rest.
Hdhfhfkgklglgg I feel like that was really bad. I’m sorry I’m not used to sharing my writing. But I hope you liked it!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Mature Relationships: Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov/Sam Wilson Characters: Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Telepathic Bond, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Omega Natasha Romanov, Beta Sam Wilson, Beta Bucky Barnes, Alpha Steve Rogers Summary: “What are you two talking about over there,” Steve calls out from the other bed.
“Your dumb ass,” Sam says.
“Bucky Barnes’ true location,” Natasha says.
“Don’t tease him like that,” Sam says.
“I’m going to sleep,” Steve decides.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
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Imagine Steve having fun experimenting with wearing lipstick in all different colours
Nat likes the shell pink best. She says it’s the perfect tone for him, his pale skin and freckles, the flush he gets over his nose when he catches her looking at his mouth.
Bucky’s favorite is the navy blue. He doesn’t like when it smears all over his face, but he says he’ll survive it for the way it makes Steve’s eyes shine.
Meanwhile Sam likes the gold. Every time Steve wears it he calls him his number one.
As for Steve, he’s all for the classic red. Peggy’d shared hers with him during the war. It makes him feel like a bombshell.