The Last Cookie

Tom Hiddleston presents the award for Leading Actress at the BAFTA TV Awards 2016

That’s the Wrong Sister (Steve Rogers x reader)

Request: food-books-and-bed said: Can I request a story where the reader was Natasha’s twin and was walking down the street or something and someone needed help and mistook her for Natasha and Steve was watching and he made her join the team she and Steve hookup but he falls for her

Sometimes it was almost a curse to be the twin sister of Natasha Romanoff.  It was definitely a bad choice to live in the same city, where her enemies knew where to find her and where anyone at any time could ask her to save them.  You tried to dress conservatively, hoping to cover your identity as much as possible without being totally hidden from the world.  You still had a life to live, after all.

Tonight was one of those nights that had you wishing that you would have just stayed home.  You could hear a woman screaming from somewhere nearby, but the sound seemed to come from all around you.  Moving to the middle of the street, you looked quickly for any cars before closing your eyes and listening; trying to decide which direction to run, trying to drown out the background noises of the city around you.

“Ma’am?”

“Shh!” you scolded the voice next to you, raising your hand to demand his silence.  You never even opened your eyes to see who it was, running away from him as your senses sorted out which direction the woman’s scream was coming from.  You didn’t hear him follow you either.

When you reached the alley, you stopped at the sight of a man holding a woman against a building with a knife to her throat as he rummaged through her purse.  She was doing her best not to panic, and tried to hold her reaction when she saw you in her peripheral vision as to not give you away.

“Hey,” you called out, stepping into his line of sight, “I think you should let her go before this gets ugly.”

The man pulled his knife away and released her, now turning to you.  She grabbed her bag and ran from the alley, leaving him for you.  “Hey, cutie,” he smirked in a gravelly voice that sounded old and worn, “you’ve got a lot of nerve, scaring off my catch there. You taking her place?”

“I’m here to kick your ass.”

The man spun the knife around in his hand and stepped back to lower himself into a lunge, shooting himself forward at you.  You simply shook your head and sighed, easily grabbing his arm when he attempted to swing the blade at you, firmly twisting and snapping his shoulder from its joint.  He was now lying at your feet, whimpering and begging for you to stop pushing your foot into his chest.  You grabbed his knife and slipped it into your boot, leaning down to capture his gaze.

“At least make it a challenge for me,” you mumbled.  “I’m sure you have a few questions, but I had plans that you so rudely interrupted.” You pulled out your phone and called for police to come pick him up, looking around to see if anyone had been watching.  The alley was dark and you didn’t see anyone, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was there.

Once the sirens grew closer and you could see the lights on the nearby street, you jumped to the nearest fire escape and climbed up until you were out of view, watching the man to be sure he didn’t try to run.  Satisfied with his removal, you jumped to the next building and then the next, lowering yourself to the ground to leave and resume your original plans for the night.

Back at the site of the incident, Steve watched as you disappeared into the darkness.  He stood motionless for several minutes before a dark figure dropped down next to him from above; another witness to your control of the situation.

“Rogers.”

“Murdock.”

“So, who’s that one? These vigilante types are just crawling from the woodwork, huh?”

Steve looked at Matt and sighed loudly, disbelieving what was being said.  “Really?  You mean like you?”  

“Hey, this isn’t about me,” Matt said nervously, raising his hands in defeat and slowly backing away. “Okay…so…nice chat, Cap.  I best be on my way.”

Pulling his phone from his pocket, Steve paused for a moment before making the call that could change your life from this day forward.  He slowly dialed, considering his decision before entering the final number, but finally gave in and put the phone to his ear.

“Hey, Nat.  I have a few questions to run by you.  You got a minute?”

~~~

“She doesn’t want to be found, Steve.  I can’t say that I blame her.”

“Okay, but why didn’t you tell me you that you have a sister?  You’re in the same city, and yeah it’s a big city, but there’s always a chance that we would run into her.”  Steve looked up at Natasha across the small café table with a small smirk, taking a drink of his coffee, “I thought she was you.”

“She’s good.  Not as good as me, of course, but she has no problem holding her own.”

“Can you bring her in?”

Natasha sat her cup down on the table with a loud thud and a shocked look on her face as she all but choked on her drink.  “To the team?!  Are you joking?  Cap, I just said, she doesn’t want to be found.  I did say that in English, right?”

“Yeah, you did,” he chuckled.  “But all the same, I think it’s the right thing to do.”  Steve quickly took the last swallow of his coffee and stood to leave, looking down at his teammate, “you in or out?”

“I’m out.”

~~~

The overly enthusiastic and loud banging on your door startled you enough to drop your phone before you could send another reply back to your sister, who had tried to give you a little warning that he was trying to find you; you were surprised that the Captain had arrived so quickly.  You stood to open the door, but had made a firm decision to not let him in.

“Well, I must say you sure didn’t waste any time finding me.  Did she tell you or are you just that resourceful?”

“I prefer to not divulge my methods,” he said, looking down at you with a commanding presence that did anything but put you at ease.  He was more intimidating than you would have imagined after what you had read about him and what Nat had told you.  “May I?” He pushed his way through the door before you could reply, taking full advantage of your stunned silence.

“You know, that’s rude to just force your way into someone’s home.  In fact, I think that’s called trespassing, Captain Rogers.  Not very law abiding for a walking flag.”

Steve looked down at the clothes he was wearing, a pair of jeans and a simple button down shirt, and looked back at you with confusion.  “I’m not even wearing the suit-“

“Can’t escape it, sorry,” you sighed, shutting the door once you decided that he wasn’t about to leave any time soon.  “You just ooze patriotism.”  You took a deep breath and turned to look at him, doing your best to hold your resolve and not take him up on the offer that you knew was coming.  Doing your best to not fall prey to the man that Nat had warned you about only moments ago.  The man that she knew was much too close to your type, and that you would find hard to say no to.  “No thanks, Captain.  I know what you are here to offer, and I don’t want you to waste your time or energy.”

“She told you.”

“She’s my sister.  You think she wouldn’t?”

Steve took a few steps closer with a slight sense of urgency and fear that he would lose any shot to convince you of his plan before you even gave him a chance.  “Okay, but hear me out.  You didn’t break a sweat the other night; you didn’t even look like you were engaged in it.  It was too easy.  You must have skills similar to hers, right?”

“I said no.”

“Natasha told me that you were trained with her, but you stayed behind after she left the Red Room. You stayed on and trained new girls-“

Finished with his lack of respect for your answer, you stepped behind him and twisted his arm back, pushing him into the wall and pressing his face against it.  He didn’t fight back at all, not even pushing back when you held him tighter.  

“What part of ‘no’ is Captain America having a hard time with?  Is it the ‘n’ or the ‘o’?  Perhaps it’s a lack of manners that’s the problem?   Do you make it a habit to just barge into someone’s home and spout off until you get your way?  Do you always get your way, Steve?  Is that it?”

You swore you heard him growl; like some strange animalistic noise coming from his throat.  You held your ground, waiting for him to turn the tables on you, planting your feet firmly to keep your leverage against him. “Hmm?  Nothing?  I thought you were more than just a shield, Rogers.”

Those must have been the magic words to spring him into action.  It a flurry of twisting arms and legs, punches and kicks, fingers weaved into hair and hands around throats, it was a matter of seconds before you were pinned to the ground and he was looking down at you.  His hands were like vice grips holding your arms to the floor; you couldn’t so much as even wiggle your fingers.

“Now that we have that out of the way,” Steve panted, “can we get back to business?  You’re skills are impressive, (Y/N).”  The look in his eyes was shifting, and softening slightly, but they were still intense and held your attention with the deepness of the blue in them.  You felt a shift in your interaction, and you could see that he did too.  “Alright…maybe…maybe it would be best if we got off the floor and talked in a more civilized way.”

He finally stood and held his hand out to you to help you up, no longer making the eye contact he had so firmly held seconds ago.  “Alright, talk,” you sighed, straightening out your shirt as you stood.  “You have ten minutes to convince me of every reason why I should go with you.”

~~~

Steve was a very convincing man.  It likely had a lot to do with the fact that you now wanted to let him convince you so you could see more of him.  You had spoken only a handful of words to him, but you listened to him go on and on about how the Avengers were a cohesive team that wanted to protect and make things right.  He was so passionate about what he believed, that you couldn’t help but be convinced, and now here you were, about to meet everyone.

“Just wait here,” he whispered, resting his hand over yours as if it were natural to do so.  When you looked down at it, he pulled away quickly and cleared his throat in embarrassment.  “Um, I’m just gonna see who’s here before you come in.  Looking so much like Nat might be a bit of a shock for them.”

After about five minutes he returned to the front door to bring you in, looking slightly disappointed about something.  “Well, no one’s here right now, but I can give you a tour if you’d like?”  His eyes were filled with anticipation that you would agree to stay, so you quickly took his hand for him to lead the way.

“Alright,” he sighed, looking down at your two hands and your fingers intertwined, seeming a bit uncomfortable at the contact.  “gym first.”

“No,” you said, pulling back against his arm to stop him and keeping your hand in place as you spoke. “You said the tower’s empty, right?”

“Uh…yeah…?”

Being forward wasn’t your strong suit, and you were usually uncomfortable showing guys any interest, but this was no normal guy.  You may never have this opportunity again, so you took the chance, pulling him down for a kiss, wrapping your other hand around his neck.  He responded quickly, pressing his mouth roughly against yours, his tongue searching desperately and dancing with yours.  You lost your breath when he lifted you from the floor, and you had to wrap your legs around him to keep your balance.  

The breath was knocked from your chest slightly as he slammed your back into the wall, still kissing you with ferocity and need.  He pulled his head back and began to leave hot kisses down your neck, his warmth leaving goosebumps on your skin.

“This isn’t like me,” you panted.  “I swear…it’s just…that you…”

“I know…but I don’t want to stop myself.”

~~~

You woke the next morning to incessant buzzing from your phone and countless texts from Natasha, undoubtedly worried that she hadn’t heard from you since telling her you were going to meet with Steve.

Did you see the tower last night?

Steve said he convinced you to stop by.

Where are you?

Are you still asleep?  Wake up, already.

Have you heard from Steve?

“God, she’s persistent,” you whispered to yourself, rolling onto your back and rubbing the sleep from your eyes.  “You get to tell her, not me.”

“She’s your sister,” Steve said in a sleepy voice, “I’m not getting in the middle of that.”

“It didn’t seem to bother you last night.”  You sat up and stretched, yawning as your body pulled it’s aching muscles, “alright, then what should I say?”

“Tell her that you didn’t get a tour of the tower because I was too busy taking advantage of her only sister.”

You tapped away at your phone for a few seconds then tossed it on the table next to you.  “Okay.”

Steve’s face went immediately pale and his mouth hung open in shock.  “You didn’t…”

You gave him a mischievous smile and quietly began, “Five…four…three…two…one…”

The furious banging on his door surprised him, jumping at the sound of the angry Russian on the other side.  “Steven Rogers, you seem to have forgotten how many ways there are for me to kill you!”

peter parker + “stay there. i’m coming to get you.”

words: 222

warnings: mentions an argument with the reader’s father and language

note: okay, so i imagined peter being older than he is in civil war

You hate doing this to him, calling him so late at night while you’re so upset, but you don’t know who else you’re supposed to call. The ringing stops after a few moments, but the only sound on the other side of the line is shuffling and a low grunt.

“P - Pete?” you ask uncertainly.

“Y/N?” he asks slowly. You can tell that you’ve woken him up. “What’s wrong?”

You wipe the stray tears from your cheeks, trying to gather yourself a little so you can explain why the hell you’ve called Peter at some god awful hour of the night.

“I um, I got in another fight with my dad… I’m sorry, I just didn’t know who else to call,” you say, voice wavering with each word.

“Where are you?” Peter asks, ignoring your apology - he doesn’t need it.

“Just around the corner from my house,” you tell him, glancing at the nearby street signs.

“Stay there,” he states. “I’m coming to get you.”

You sigh, beginning to argue, “Peter, you don’t have to -”

“I’m coming to get you,” he repeats, cutting you off. “Just stay safe until I’m there, okay?”

“Okay,” you whisper, knowing there’s no use in arguing with him.

He’d do anything for you, even when you call him in the middle of the night crying, especially then.

Because telling fat people that they are in fact humans that deserve dignity and respect automatically means you’re ~*GLORIFYING OBESITY*~

By the way, don’t dribble on to me saying you worry about a fat person’s ‘health’. That’s just a bullshit excuse to voice your unwanted opinion on a fat person’s body considering you wouldn’t give a single flying fuckadoodle about someone’s health if they were skinny. Besides another person’s health is none of your damned business anyway. Run along now and preach to a choir that actually cares.

I’m going to be honest, so long as you’re not hurting anyone, you can eat soy sauce and milk duds all day long for all I care.

Creative photos from mom and her two daughters

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Steve Rogers/Captain America Imagine

Title: When We Were Young Character: Steve X Fem!Reader Song to listen to (if any): When We Were Young by Adele Summary: After a shower, reader looks at all of the scars on her body from the war and remembers herself and Steve at that time. //

Y/N took a step out of the shower, quickly reaching for a towel as the cold, sharp air hit her naked body.

Drying herself off, she stared at the ugly, vulgar reminders of her time during the war, most of the scars on her body reflected everything she hated about herself. How many innocent lives she killed, how she always thought what she was doing was the right thing.

She let a small smile form on her face, remembering the first time she saw the star spangled man with a plan, it seemed like so long ago-when they were young.

She chuckled, how could she have been so blind to not realise the love she had for him the moment she saw him? How could she think that what she was doing was right?

‘You look like a movie You sound like a song My God, this reminds me Of when we were young’

She let a tear slip from her eye, something she had been doing a lot lately. Steve was so important to her, and she couldn’t believe how he had dismissed everything she had done-everything she once was.

'I was so scared to face my fears Nobody told me that you’d be here’

After she was put under the ice, she never dreamed of seeing him again-and then she met Tony Stark around 70 years later-heck, that was a crazy day.

Y/N and Steve soon reunited, she remembered that, too.

Y/N was so fortunate to have the Avengers in her life, the way Tony took her in, how Wanda treated her so kindly, how Clint watched out for her, how Natasha would take a bullet for her, how Buck would never let her go anywhere without protection.

She was most fortunate for Steve, how he loved her, and how she loved him.

She ran the soft towel over her rough skin and touched on one scar that she’d never forget about- the day her and Steve got married and someone just decided to blow something up. She grinned again, and let out a small, but loud laugh.

“Doll, are you okay?”, Y/N shot her head up at the sound of Steve’s voice rang through her ears.

“Yeah, I’m alright-be out in a second!”

She pulled the towel around herself tight and unlocked the door, meeting the eyes of her captain.

'You still look like a movie You still sound like a song My God, this reminds me Of when we were young’

//

This was my first little imagine that I’ve written, so if you so happen to be reading this, I hoped you enjoyed! I don’t write too much, but if you’d like to request or pop in an idea for any fandom whatsoever I’d be grateful! Cheers 😄 ~Alannah.

“Does it ever stop hurting?” “No, you just make room for it.”

A/N: This is the first piece that I’ve ever written for MCU and also the first piece that I have ever dared to publish. I don’t have anyone to proofread my work so I but I hope that you like it. Please note that english is not my first language so there might be grammar mistakes (pointers and tips about my grammar are appreciated since I want to get better). 

Pairings: Bucky X Reader

Prompt: Reader and Bucky share moments of silence when recovering from nightmares and sleepless nights. Angst/Fluff (still trying to fully grasp the idea of types)

Warnings: none.. bad writing? 

Word count: 818

You gasped for air as you woke up from a bad nightmare. They were getting worse. Ever since you got back from that mission you’d been getting very bad nightmares, worse than the usual. It was understandable, that mission took a lot out of you and you were full of guilt. Hydra had taken you away, experimented on you, made you do things you didn’t want to do. You killed 15 people while under Hydra’s influence, with the drug they tested on you which made them control you. This lasted 5 months before your teammates, the avengers found you again.

Everyone was glad to find out that you had kept your memory once they were able to retract the substance Hydra had injected in you. You were too, but that also meant that you remembered every single person that you killed. You remembered their faces, how they begged for mercy and it haunted you. Every night they would appear in your nightmares and it scared you to know what you were capable off, drugged or not. What hurt the most was to feel the pain and finally understand at some level what your friend Bucky had to go through. You only knew a fraction off it, and it hurt you to know how much affect it had. It always had though, you always felt for him. You turned the on the lamp on your bed side table and looked around before standing up from your bed. You threw on a hoodie before you went down to the kitchen. You looked at the clock on the oven before reaching for the fridge, it was only 3am. 

 ‘’Hey Y/N’’ you jumped at the man’s voice causing you to drop the milk you were holding. You turned around to look at him. ‘’You scared the shit out of me, Bucky’’ you whisper trying not wake the others, if dropping the milk hadn’t already. You grabbed a towel to clean up the mess you had made while Bucky sat down by the kitchen island opposite where you were standing. 

‘’Couldn’t sleep?’’ Bucky asked after you threw the towel in the sink thinking you’d clean it up better tomorrow. You threw the empty carton away before grabbing a new one from the fridge.

,,No, not really, and you?’’ you answered as you take a moment to look at him. He seemed drained of energy as he shook his head. ‘’would you like some milk?’’ you asked as you poured milk in two glasses, not waiting on him to answer. Once you had poured into the glasses you handed one over to Bucky who shot you a weak but a genuine smile. You walked around the table and sat next to him. 

The pair of you sat in a comfortable silence for a moment drinking your milk and grabbing a few biscuits from the jar on the table. You took a moment to look at him while he sat there, contemplating how to approach him. The two of you had become close way before Hydra took you away. Neither one of you may have expressed it but you felt it in the way he treated you and approached you that you were someone that he trusted and that he was someone that you could trust. You considered each others as good friends, good allies and you felt comfortable in each others presence. 

‘’Does it ever stop hurting?’’ The words came out of your mouth before you could even think about it. You immediately regretted asking it, you didn’t want to disturb him any more and frankly, you weren’t sure if you wanted to know the answer to that question. 

He looked at you quite shocked at first but as you watched him you could see that he relaxed. He looked at you sympathetically before answering you ‘’No you just make room for it’’. You only looked down at your empty glass with a blank expression trying to process how the two of you always ended up sitting by this table, drinking your milk, trying to get over the nightmares. 

‘’But having someone like you helps me forget’’ your heart jumped at his words. You looked up at him and he gave you a bright smile. He hesitated, looking into your eyes before bringing his hand up to cup your cheek and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. You felt your cheeks get warm and red at the sudden affection which Bucky hadn’t shown you before. As he pulled away you looked at each others eyes and before you knew it you pulled Bucky closer and your lips crashed with his. He was a bit taken back by that kiss but it didn’t take him long to bring his hand to the back of your neck pulling you closer and deepening the kiss. You thought to yourself that in that moment the hurting stopped..

29. All I want is you! 50. So whose the unlucky girl?

Requested by @justareader —-

There you were, sitting outside under a tree. You were lost in your book, not once taking your eyes off the pages.

Bucky watched your from afar. A smile appearing on his lips. He was captivated by you. Ever since the first second he saw you walk in to Tony’s lab, he was hooked.

That was about six months ago, and he had made it his mission to get to know you.

But little did he know, he would start to fall for you. Which brought him here.

He took in a deep breath, and started toward you. His heart was pounding profusely with every step he took.

“Hey.” He muttered, capturing your attention.

You shot your gaze up to him, squinting your eyes as the sun blinded you for a moment. “Hi!” You smiled.

Bucky loved that smile, it was the one he had memorized.

“I kind of need help with something.” He exhaled, digging his hands deep into his pockets.

You closed your book, and propped up to your feet. You raised a brow, crossing your arms over your chest. “So whose the unlucky girl?” You teased.

Bucky swallowed hard, glancing at the floor then back to you. His stomach was churning more and more. “Uh–”

“Let me guess, is it that girl from the bar! The blonde chick that you slept with?Because she didn’t seem like your type. Just saying.”

He shook his head feeling the heat radiate off his body. “No.” He exhaled. “Actually, it’s you.”

Suddenly you were frozen. As your eye brows furrowed, you locked your gaze with his. Scanning his face for bluff. “Bullshit.” You lightly chuckled.

Bucky quickly licked his lips. “I’m serious Y/N. All I want is you.” He stated. “I am completely and hopelessly in love with you.”

“B-But what about–what about the blonde? The one you’ve been–”

“I tried to push my feelings aside but I couldn’t because, she’s not you.” He expressed. “No matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to stop thinking about you.”

“Buck-”

“I love you Y/N.”

Lakeside picnic

Note: Steve surprises you with a picnic by the lakeside. When you’ve eaten, Steve thinks it’s a good idea to go swimming, but you soon have to tell him you can’t because you don’t know how do swim.

“I could lie here forever with you,” Steve mumbled into the side of your neck.

You giggled as his breath tickled your skin, “Oh, I wish we could, Steve,” You rolled over onto your stomach and propped yourself up on your elbows, “But remember the last time we got home late? I am not sitting through another one of Sam’s lectures about being ‘safe’?”

Steve laughed as he stood “You’re right, sweetheart,” He reached out his hand to you, “But there’s one more thing I need to do before we go. Are your pockets empty?”

You raised your eyebrow, “Yes… Why?” You answered as you took his hand to get up. Instead of responding, Steve lifted you off the ground and threw you over his shoulder in one swift motion.

You screamed at the sudden movement, “Put me down Rogers!”

You felt Steve’s chest rumble as he laughed, “Relax, Y/N, I won’t drop you,” He said as he moved away from the picnic rug, “…Yet,” You could imagine the grin on his face as he said it.

Your eyes widened as you neared the lake and you realised what he was about to do, “No, Steve! I can’t–”

Before you could finish, you felt yourself and Steve tumbling into the water, making a loud splash.

You could feel as you separated from Steve under the water, reaching you arms out desperately to try and grab him while trying to push yourself up to the surface.

Steve’s arms finally found their way around your torso to lift you up above the water you were gasping for air.

“Y/N? Y/N, breathe,” Steve said, still holding onto you as you both floated in the water. He emphasised his breathing in hopes that you would follow along, and it started to work as you felt your heart rate slowing back to a normal pace.

You finally caught you breath back enough for you to speak, “I’m sorry, Steve, I’m just… Not comfortable in the water.”

Steve laughed, “I get it, going in fully clothed isn’t the comfiest thing to swim in, right?” He looked up at you, “Y/N?”

You lowered your head, shaking slightly as you began to sob. Steve gently stroked your cheek, beckoning you to look up at him. But you kept your gaze firmly planted downwards. He kept his hand securely on your arm the entire time, “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

You shook your head.

“You can tell me anything, Y/N. You know that.”

You finally looked up at him, “I… I can’t swim, Steve,” You said finally, feeling embarrassed, “I didn’t want you to think I was pathetic.”

Steve was silent for a moment before he lifted your chin and dried your tears away, “Come here,” He said, pulling you closer to him as he gently lead you both back to the grass.

He ran quickly to fetch a towel from the picnic basket and wrapped it around you before gesturing for you to sit on the grassy bank.

Steve draped his arm around your shoulder, “I’m sorry I dragged you into there, Y/N. If I knew how much danger I was putting you–”

“It’s not your fault, Steve. Really,” You said, “I just… I didn’t want you to think anything less of me for knowing that I can’t even swim.”

“Hey, it’s not easy,” He smiled, “And I would never think of you differently over something like that,” He waved his hand, “You’re still my best girl, Y/N,” He leaned down and kissed your forehead.

“I don’t think that towel is doing you much good though,” He observed. You looked down and saw you were still drenched.

“It’s fine, I’ll just have to air dry,” You smiled.

“Or we could go back in the water?” A playful grin appeared on his face.

“But Steve–”

“It’ll be fine, Y/N. I’ll give you a piggy back,” He winked as he took your hand and moved back towards the lake.