Tower Shenanigans- Peter Parker Imagine

“I don't want to ruin you.”

Request: “I just read through all the sentence prompts and I struggled to choose but can you write no.29 for Steve? :D” - @grimes-v-negan

A/N: Okay so I had so much fun writing this one even though it took a while.  I’m really hoping you guys like it!

Warnings: Some Civil War spoilers and slight angst???

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

“Hey Steve are you okay?” You said as you approached Steve who had a blank look on his face.

“No not really.”

You looked at him with a worried look upon your face.  “It’s about Bucky isn’t it?”

He nodded and frowned. “They’re coming after him and me.  I can’t let them get to him. He’s my best friend Y/N.  I just can’t watch them take him.”

“I know. I know. I just want you to know that I’m here for you.  I’m on your side.” You smiled.

“Thanks but the thing is this is most likely going to end up in a war amongst friends.” He paused and let out a sigh “I don’t want it that way and I don’t want you getting involved.” 

“Why?”

“Whenever there’s a war someone ends up getting hurt.”

“So what you’re saying is that  you don’t think I’m strong enough to handle this?”

“No, no.” He shook his head as he faced you. “It’s just that I-” He hesitated for a moment.

“You just what?” You asked a bit too aggressively.

He turned his face away from you and returned to staring out the window. “I don’t want to ruin you.  If you’re on my side you’re outside the law.  Your life could be over for you.”

“Steve listen to me.”  You placed your hand on his face so he could look at you. “I’m willing to fight for what I believe in and I’m willing follow you into battle.  We’re in this together.”

Steve sighed. “If you die its on me.”

“So? It’s my-”

Steve stopped you and removed your hand from his face. “ ‘So?’ What do you mean ‘so?’ You do realize how important you are?”

“Steve my life is a small price to pay if it means you win.”  You didn’t understand what Steve was getting worked up about.  He was always going on about fighting for what you believe in.

“You still don’t understand.”  You could slowly hear Steve’s voice tightening.  You had to admit you were also getting frustrated.

“So please tell me what I don’t understand.” You said disconcertedly.

“I-I-”

“Just say it already!’ You said with a sudden burst of annoyance.

“I love you!” Steve said loudly which sent shivers down your spine.  It also shocked you a bit to find out that he was in love with you.  You weren’t really sure how to respond but you definitely felt something for him too. You decided to take a step closer so your faces were only inches apart.  Your eyes met his.

“I love you too and that’s exactly why I’m always going to be right next-”

He didn’t even give you the chance to finish before he pressed his lips towards yours. The feeling of his warm lips brushing against yours felt so satisfying as if this was the moment you had always been waiting for.

Steve pulled away from the kiss that felt like forever. “I’m sorry.” He said with a cute smile that could make your heart melt.  “I just didn’t want to see you get hurt.”

“It’s okay as long as we take care of each other we’ll be alright.”

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Diners and Dates

Bucky x reader

Imagine request: I hope this doesn’t seem like a bother, buuuut, can you do a light fluff between Bucky and the reader where the reader is a waitress at a diner Steve is a regular at, and he brings Bucky to try it out . And have Bucky slip slightly back into his lady’s man persona and take the reader on a date eventually where the light fluff happens, please. I really like your blog by the way!

Warnings: None.

Note: THIS IS A BEAUTIFUL STORY. I LOVE IT. Thank you for this request. Thank you for being you. Also, we stopped at a port with wifi, turns out I can submit some imagines now! I got inspired by a part of the movie ‘Elf’ for this.

“Hey Steve! Table for 1?” You asked, picking up a menu. But you already knew what Steve wanted; A cheeseburger with no tomato, french fries with mustard, a pickle, and a surprise shake. He never knew what shake he wanted, so he made you pick which one.

“Well, actually I need a table for 2, Ma’am.” Steve replied.

“Steve, I’ve told you millions of times, call me Y/N,” you playfully punched his shoulder. “So who’s the lucky girl?”

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Drunk in Love - Steve Rogers

Hello, I saw bday anons requested their stuff, so I thought I’d also try :) A Steve imagine where Nat drags you to Tony’s Party cause she knows you have a crush on Cap. Then you see him talking to some woman and you decide to get drunk. Later at night you’re pretty drunk but Steve is with you, helping you and trying to take care of you (he also has a crush on you). Then he carries you to his Apartment in his bed & you blurt out your Feelings for him. In the morning he tells you he feels the same

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You were wondering why the hell you had agreed to go to that party or why you had allowed Natasha to get you dressed that way. You didn’t feel sexy that moment, not while you were watching Steve flirt with a blonde woman on the other side of the room. Fuck it your crush on Captain America. Fuck it Natasha and her habit of thinking she knew everything. Fuck it being sober and suffering for someone who didn’t see you with the same eyes. You would drink until you wake up the next day in Natasha’s sofa.

“Give me that bottle of tequila, please.” You tapped on the bar counter and pointed to the bottle you wanted, the bartender looked confused but shrugging he gave you the tequila without question “Thank you.”

You passed the sofa where Natasha and the rest of the Avengers were, she looked at you with a raised eyebrow and you just nodded. Ignoring the eyes of everyone who knew you and were surprised to see you with a closed bottle in hand passing through the party going to the emergency exit. You’d get drunk, but no one needed to see it and you knew very well that your redheaded friend would go after you as soon as the party was over. Going down the stairs, you found yourself on the side of the facility which had a huge garden, you sat on a bench and opened the bottle. Looking at the starry sky and the party music playing in the distance, you began to drink alone the strong net of tequila, a stupid attempt to forget for a while Steve Rogers.

“Where are you, (Y / N)?” was the first thing that Natasha spoke when you finally managed to answer the call, you giggled trying to get up but fell against the bench, sitting.

“In the garden!” you crooned groggy, you didn’t know how much time had passed, you pouted “Nat, the tequila is over!”

“Great, Clint’s going to get you there, sweetie” and then Natasha ended the call.

Snorting impatient, you stuck the phone in your small bag and laid on the bench, ignoring the fact that you werew wearing a dress. You stared at the sky in silence, already feeling a slight drowsiness when finally heard hurried footsteps coming toward you.

“You’re late! I hope you brought the tequila!” you muttered sly, without getting up, but then who stopped beside you leaned his face over you, and was not who you expected “Steve? What are you doing here? Where’s my tequila?”

“Hello, shorty, I came to get you.” the super soldier smiled warmly, offering a hand to help you up, you accepted without thinking twice and rose from the seat quickly, but soon felt all run toward the ground “Wow, I think someone can’t walk.”

“I can, just give me a minute!” you squealed while being caught in Steve’s arms, he was holding you as if you weighed nothing.

“Shh, don’t worry, okay?”

Steve quietly walked the flights of stairs to reach the rooms floor, going toward his own room. He felt his heart beating fast and eager as he opened the door with you still in his arms, almost asleep. He put you in bed with care before closing the door, turning to take off your shoes and then cover you with the sheets.

“I love you, Steve. I know this is just a dream, but I love you.” you whispered sleepily, making Steve stop what he was doing and look at you with wide eyes.

"I love you too, (Y / N).” he muttered after a few seconds, taking a hand to your face to caress your cheek.

The super soldier came around the bed, removing his shoes and opening some buttons of his shirt before lie down in the empty side of the mattress. He smiled sheepishly, not believing what was happening that night. Steve was fond of you for months and know that he knew that you felt the same, it was a sweet relief. Without contain himself, Steve turned in your direction, pulling you gently and snuggling you against his body protectively. Surely the first thing he would do in the morning would to tell you more appropriately the feelings he had for you. And give you the lovely kiss he had imagined for so long.

Your Highness

 A/N: So I haven’t written an imagine in so long, so I hope this does justice to the request! Haha feel free to continue sending in drabble prompts or imagine requests because I’m willing to do both! I liked this request a lot!ALSO, IF YOU HAVEN’T SEE CIVIL WAR, THIS CONTAINS POTENTIAL SPOILERS SO PLEASE PLEASE DON’T READ THIS UNLESS YOU’VE SEEN CIVIL WAR OR YOU DON’T CARE ABOUT SPOILERS!! Okay, now that I’ve said that, please enjoy!

Prompt: Anonymous asked: could you write one with bucky x reader, where Bucky comes out of cryo after a few months & he’s kind of getting better then he meets the reader in wakanda because she’s assisting King T’Challa to decorate his palace or something. super fluffy please

You walked down the long hallway, adjusting your skirt. You were in charge of keeping the palace tidy, well-decorated, and up to King T’Challa’s standards. It was a job that ran in your family and you were happy to continue the tradition. When you were younger, your parents had allowed you to run through the long halls of the palace and even play with T’Challa when he was only a child. To say you were close with the King was a bit of an understatement. The two of you were best friends and you had been there for him when his father was killed, like he had been there for you when your parents died protecting his family.

“Excuse me, Your Highness,” a timid voice spoke from behind you. You turned, looking for the King. When you didn’t see him, you looked for the source of the voice. Your eyes landed on none other than Bucky Barnes. He looked nervous and cautious, but also weak. His left arm was missing and he wore only a tank top and sweat pants. “H-hi.”

You looked around, once more, unsure of who he was talking to. “Are you talking to me?”

Barnes nodded at you, weakly. “Yeah, you’re the Queen, aren’t you?”

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