I Loved This!

I loved this!

This was so cute. Steve being scared of Alpine and reader sassing him about how he didn't even woo her 😂😂

Keeper, Sketch, and Scratch

A/N: Just wanted some adorable fluff today. I needed it. Maybe we all need it.

“Watch out! You’re gonna get yourself killed?”

Steve jumps back out of the way of the razor-sharp edge, inches from his face.

“I don’t get why—“ he bumps against the wall and makes an impromptu sidestep “—she’s so angry.” Steve less than gracefully trips over your foot and nearly topples the pair of you. If you both go down, you’ll be at the beast's mercy.

“You’re supposed to save me,” you squeal. “You’re normally so good with women.”

Steve throws you a vicious glance before getting stabbed in the foot. “Ah! Oh, come on, you’ve had food. It’s right there,” he wails.

Alpine, Bucky’s new feline, doesn’t care. She knows Steve is a dog guy and smells his fear.

“Stark said she was nice,” Steve cries weakly, snatching his arm away. Alpine stalks him to the corners of the room. It’s hilarious, but she is actually a pretty terrifying little package of fur.

“Then be like Tony and woo her.”

Steve jumps out of the way again. “How? How am I supposed to do that?”

“Oh, right,” you sigh, “you didn’t even really woo me…”

His head snaps up again. “Don’t you start—AH!”

Alpine latches on tooth and nail to Steve’s beautiful forearm. You don’t blame her.

“How does something so small hurt so bad?”

You’re failing to suppress a smile as you notice the wiggle of her furry body turn playful. She thrashes a bit, sinks in, then waits, staring at Steve with big blue eyes.

“Little white devil, that one,” you mutter, half-laughing.

The two fighters have a silent shake down of head bobs and squinting eyes. Alpine releases her jaw. Steve softly hisses when her claws shift, but it’s because Alpine is rubbing her chin along his thumb.

“I see…” You chance a step closer. “She was wooing you, huh? Had to break you in a bit, I think.”

“Plays rough like her pa,” Steve says with a furrowed brow.

“Or Nat, depending on how you look at it.”

He nods as he reaches his other hand under Alpine’s suspended body and tucks her to his chest, tentatively. He must have great faith in the resilience of his tact suit to bring her even closer, but the pretty kitty sinks into the hold with a little yowl.

You laugh.

It takes a few tries to pull away his other arm, and it’s possible Alpine only releases when it’s clear Steve is moving to scratch at her head. The purrs start full force.

You’re impressed, not just by Steve’s gentility but by Alpine’s extreme emotional range. Strategically feral, just like Bucky, which makes probably the most sense but is still funny.

Steve beams. He holds Alpine like a fluffy baby and coos, then quietly whispers, “see? And Aunty said I wasn’t good with women.”

He looks up at you through his long lashes, thinking he’s won with a sassy last word.

Alpine nips at his finger. Fast learner.

I'm really loving this series so far! Can't wait for this part. 😌

Thank you so much for writing! 💙

The Dignity of His Choice

PREVIEW!!! (this will be approximately ten parts) see the Masterlist here.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (from Fools Rush In series)

Warnings: AngstyMcAngstALot, mourning, death (sorta, it's fake), smut, difficult conversations, happy ending (seriously, I promise)

Summary: You're told he's gone. He just...died while out on a mission, and somehow it's over? The life you'd built with your husband poofs out of existence in an instant, and the world keeps turning.

What are you supposed to do now? How does the world expect you to react? What's really going on? Is your hope simply grief misplaced? How could such a thing happen to Captain America, and why is Bucky Barnes tiptoeing around you like he's the one who took Steve's life himself?

If he's not dead, what could possibly keep him from you and how can you get him back?

Gang, I promise, I am trying to intersperse some of these heavier fics with lighter stuff, but I've got angsty brainrot about life with Steve Rogers. It all ends happily, but I apparently need to drag out all the feels before you make it to the glorious, totally-loving forever with Cap.

Paul Bettany revealed that Chris and Mackie competed to see who really has "America's Ass" on the set of Endgame

CA: TWS will always be the best marvel movie. I mean it was simple but so perfect. The action sequences (they don't choreograph scenes like that anymore), the CGI, the plot, the involvement of characters and eveything. 'Nuf said 😤

everyone moves on with their lives while i am still very permanently stuck on cap 2

Omg I loved this so much! I didn't even realise that I had read 18k words. It felt too short, I just wanted more of it 😂

I mean it was so well written. The descriptions, the emotions and everything literally had me in tears and left my heart wrenching.

AND the ending was just so freakin' good!

Thank you so much for writing! 💙

summary: you are used to people hating what you can do. sometimes even you hate what you can do - and how isolated it makes you. steve rogers is one of the people that you expected to understand the weight that you carry on your shoulders, but he doesn’t. not until he has to see it firsthand.

word count: 18.6k

reader specifics: no race/gender/sexuality/body type mentioned, no pronouns for reader used, telepathic!reader, insecure!reader, lonely!reader

warnings: mean!steve (in the beginning), brief descriptions and allusions to violence against women, brief descriptions and allusions to sexual violence, brief allusions to sex trafficking, brief mentions of nazi violence and terroristic threats

note: this literally took me months to write and idk why. i’m not even sure it’s GOOD. i like it and that’s all that matters (except i, like other artist’s thrive upon reblogs)

title credit: against me!

fic aes: here

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When Clint Barton appears in your office wearing his official A-Team uniform, you know what’s coming next. Wanda and Tony had both texted you that morning and let you know that they might need you for an interrogation, but you hadn’t held your breath. Sometimes they sent you those texts once a week and not once had they made good on your promise to help if they needed it. The coworkers that pay attention to the comings and goings of people in the office are staring as Clint Barton stalks over to your desk, tapping one knuckle against the hardwood you inherited from a retiree - possibly the nicest desk in your row of cubicles. You watch his mouth move more than you hear him speak. “Need you on three.”

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