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roobierubyroobieruby · 3 years

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Our Lights

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Word Count: — 2,617 (with lyrics)

Warnings: just cuteness, so much adorable fluff and happy feels

Summary: Steve looks dazzling under Christmas lights. Seeing him there, you can’t help but feel how madly in love with him you are - and how much you want to spend everyday with him under the lights.

A/N: this was requested by @tinystark-blog quite a while ago (a StevexF!Reader to 'Lover' by Taylor Swift)- life got in the way I’m sorry. However I hope this fills your heart a little, lovers.

P.S I left details about some environments/scenes vague so that you could imagine it how you want it.

P.P.S. I haven’t written anything for over a year, I think I’m a bit rusty. Apologies.

We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January

This is our place, we make the rules

And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear

Have I known you twenty seconds, or twenty years?

The quiet of your house was nearly deafening. Christmas Day was always a large celebration growing up, and it only expanded when you and Steve became an item. The morning was reserved for your family, who took to Steve like bees to honey - and you couldn’t blame them. He radiated something mysterious and warm, he made anywhere feel like home. There was always laughter and smiles, funny photos, and family games on Christmas morning.

Lunch time was reserved for cleaning up, and then preparing for the other half of the family to arrive. You had just finished putting the final touches on the dining table spread in preparation for dinner when you heard the roar of Bucky’s motorcycle pull up outside. Steve’s eyes flitted to the window, a smile radiating across his face when he spotted his best friend. With a quick kiss on your cheek, he opened the front door and crossed the porch in large strides to pull his friend into a tight embrace.

Eventually the whole team had arrived, Scott and Clint with their families in tow, and celebrations began. More laughter echoed off the halls of the home you and Steve shared and conversation over dinner was effortlessly flowing. You reached your hand across the small distance and clasped Steve’s, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Once everyone had gone home, you caught Steve in the living room staring up at the lights along the walls, casting a golden glow on the pictures.

“I still remember Christmas day coming and going as a kid. We tried to make it special, but there was only so much we could do as a family back then. I never thought I would get to experience anything like this.” His voice was low and soft, you could hear the sad undercurrent to his words.

You slowly moved around the living room, allowing yourself to make small noises against furniture so Steve knew you were approaching. You wrapped your arms around him from behind, nuzzling your cheek into his back. You could hear his heart beating still.

You heard him take a deep breath in before a long sigh, his hands clasping over yours. “It’ll be a shame to see it all disappear tomorrow, just like that.” He began to lightly trace his fingers over the top of your hand in a mindless pattern.

“It doesn’t have to come down. It’s our house, we can do whatever we like here. If we want the lights to stay up, then they shall stay up. End of story.” You shrugged a little, letting your words drift into silence.

You felt a small chuckle vibrate through his chest before he slowly turned to face you. The golden glow of the lights cast his eyes in the most brilliantly deep shade of blue, and his cheeks flushed ever so slightly pink as his hand lightly rested on your hip and the other clasped your hand. “Care to dance, love?” His eyes shone as warmth filled your body. “Always with you.”

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out and take me home

You're my, my, my, my

Lover

The two of you began to gently sway as Steve hummed a tune, and you rested your head against his chest. You could smell the subtle scent of his cologne mixed in with his soap. He gently moved the two of you apart to slowly spin you under his arm, a large smile appearing on his face. As you moved back towards him, he gently dipped you low before pulling you back up into his arms. There was hardly any space between the two of you as you swayed in circles around your living room under the lights.

You didn’t need words to understand each other. You slowly leaned your face up to his as your eyes closed, feeling his lips gently brush against yours. His lips were soft and warm, giving the kind of kiss that simultaneously stops and steals time. The kind of kiss where you forget to breathe. The kind of kiss only lovers can give.

We could let our friends crash in the living room

This is our place, we make the call

And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you

I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all

When you and Steve bought the house and moved in, it quickly became the place where every major celebration happened. It was a home for everyone where each member of the Avengers was able to not be an Avenger. They could be themselves - no crime, no politics, no prying eyes, no wounds and scars. In the walls of this home, everyone was family. As New Years Eve crept up, you prepared the various spare rooms and spots with mattresses and bedding to accommodate those who would come to celebrate and then stay the night.

As midnight neared, you all gathered in the living room to countdown to the TV program. You glanced around the room at everyone’s various celebratory costumes - colourful beads draping off of everyone’s necks, funny glasses on some, hats on others - before your eyes finally rested on Steve who was standing in the corner talking with Bucky. As you neared, you could hear them recalling previous new years celebrations back in the 40’s - particularly Bucky laughing about the time they had dates and Steve had stood on the poor girl’s feet while they were all trying to dance. Steve shook his head, a smirk hidden as he took a sip of his drink.

Sometimes it was easy to forget that Steve had an entirely different life before you even existed. You had tried to picture that version of Steve many times, but there were hardly any pictures from his life before the serum. The only Steve you knew was the one in front of you and you knew that if he was anything then like he was now, it was some insurmountable twist of fate that your paths could cross and he somehow chose you. You could feel the sadness creep up in the depths of your stomach, mixed with guilt for feeling slightly jealous over a life that you knew Steve still mourned and couldn’t return to.

As the clock began counting down the last ten seconds of the year, Steve sauntered over to you and pulled you into his side. He leaned down and whispered in your ear, his breath tickling your neck. “Could I be so honoured as to kiss you at midnight?”

You peered up at him, noting his playful smile. Being in his arms, your small moments of sadness and guilt washed away. “Do I only get one kiss at midnight?” You clasped your hands behind his neck, pushing up onto your tiptoes as the countdown neared zero.

“You can have them all, forever.” Steve eagerly pressed his lips against yours, pulling your bodies tightly together as celebrations rang out around you. You regretfully pulled yourselves apart, however Steve did not let go.

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out and take me home (Forever and ever)

You're my, my, my, my

Lover

“I meant what I said (Y/N). You can have all of me for as long as you’ll have me, which I hope is forever.” His eyes never moved away from yours, and you hardly took notice of the ruckus going on around you.

You didn’t even feel him move as a small, velvet box appeared in your periphery. Your heart began racing as he opened the box and moved down onto one knee. You could feel all eyes on you, but all you could see was Steve.

“I love you (Y/N), and I have from the moment I laid eyes on you. You are my present, and my future, and I hope you will do me the honour of becoming my wife. (Y/N), will you marry me?”

You could hardly breathe, your mind was scrambling to form any coherent answer. Instead, you crushed your body against his, wrapping your arms around his neck as your lips met his feverishly. You could feel him regain balance, wrapping his arms around your waist. You pulled back, punctuating your sentence with kisses over his face “yes, yes, a thousand times yes!”

Cheers rang out through your living room, everyone taking turns hugging the two of you and sharing in their congratulations. Steve gently slid the ring onto your finger before he kissed your hand, “happy new year, future Mrs Rogers.”

You glanced down at the ring on your finger, seeing it glisten under the Christmas lights, as you intertwined your fingers with Steve’s. The smile you two shared said it all.

Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand?

With every guitar string scar on my hand

I take this magnetic force of a man to be my

Lover

My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue

All's well that ends well to end up with you

Swear to be over-dramatic and true to my

Lover

The soft sounds of the piano started bouncing off the walls, beckoning you closer to the doors. You had opted out of having traditional ‘wedding parties’, instead opting for one person each - Wanda on your side and Bucky on his. You could see his outline through the doors, waiting for you at the altar.

You fixed your veil for the hundredth time just as the doors slowly swung open, the sounds of the piano enveloping you. Steve had his back to you, but you could see his shoulders tense as he prepared himself. The photographer crept down the aisle, before moving to a position to get the first time Steve would see you in your wedding dress. He had chosen a navy blue suit, which no doubt would match his eyes, and he stood out against the hall of white gossamer curtains framing the walls.

You thought to yourself how you had put forth the idea of eloping, avoiding the stress of wedding planning, and it was Steve who painted a picture of the two of you walking this very aisle. A dream come to life.

You gently tapped his shoulder, although he knew you were there. Slowly he turned, and you could see his eyes glistening as he held his hand out.

You handed your bouquet to Wanda as you clasped his outstretched hand, the single touch filling you with warmth. You took your places at the altar as the piano tune slowly drifted into silence. As he removed your veil, you could see a small tear escape down his cheek. Without thinking, you reached up and gently swiped it away - “hey there, I don’t think I look that bad” you jested, aching to see him laugh. He gently grabbed your hand, kissing the tips of your fingers and then your palm. “Hey doll, I think I might just be the luckiest man in the world to get to stand here with you.” He gave you a little wink as the officiant began speaking, but all you could think was how much you wanted to kiss him at that moment.

You both had managed to hold it together until it was time for the vows. As soon as Steve started speaking, your resolve broke and you found yourself furiously patting away at your face with the tissue Wanda handed to you. While you read your vows to Steve, you could see tears escaping his eyes each time you looked up at him from your notes.

Then came the words you had been waiting for - you were now Mr and Mrs Rogers. Cheers rang out through the hall as Steve wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in. Your lips crashed together as he lifted you off the ground and spun you around. You could barely pull yourself away from him to begin walking out of the hall, unable to tear your eyes away from him as your guests lined the exit with sparklers for the two of you to walk under.

Both of you were bathed in the light from the sparklers, leaving you awestruck when you looked over at Steve and how the light bounced off his features, his eyes deep sapphire in colour, and his smile achingly beautiful.

And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me

And at every table, I'll save you a seat

Lover

Walking into your reception, you almost wished that it could be over so you could go home alone with Steve as husband and wife for the first time. Everyone whooped and hollered, flashes from photos going off as the music started up. You both wanted a casual reception and since it was a small wedding, it wound up feeling like any other family event you would have in the house.

You all shared tears of laughter and happiness through the various speeches, regaling stories of your childhood and hearing stories from Tony and Bucky about life with Steve before the two of you met. Although you’d all heard them before, you had somehow discovered a new depth in which you could love this man and your life with him. As the two of you sat side by side, your hands remained intertwined for the remainder of the reception, and sweet musings of love whispered between the two of you like secret notes passed in class.

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out and take me home (Forever and ever)

You're my, my, my, my

Oh, you're my, my, my, my

Darling, you're my, my, my, my

Lover

Everyone filed out of the reception, leaving the two of you alone for the first time as husband and wife. Steve stood up and stretched his hand out to you, “care to dance, love?” His voice was soft, but the depth of love in it was overwhelming. You gazed up at him as you placed your hand in his, “always with you.”

The two of you walked onto the dancefloor as the pianist played one last song. You recognised it as the one Steve hums. Peering up at him, a little smirk crossed his face. “Google is incredible. Once I found the song I just had to ask her if she could learn it because all the notes were there.”

His hand rested on your hip as his other hand gently took yours. You began swaying gently back and forth, resting your head against his chest. You could smell his cologne mixing with his soap, a scent that you would forever associate with ‘home’. As you moved apart and spun under his arm, your eyes never left each other. Even as he dipped you low to the ground, the only thing that existed was the two of you.

Swaying slowly around in small circles, you moved forward and felt his lips gently press against yours. It was a slow and deliberate kind of kiss, the kind of kiss only lovers can give. You both opened your eyes, memorising the way you each looked under the golden glow of the Christmas lights strung up in the small reception hall.

You couldn't wait to look at him under Christmas lights for the rest of your lives.

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salty-ironstrange-shipper · 3 years

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Okay so, I'm listening to I think I'm in love again by kat dahlia and there this "I say "fuck you" While I'm thinking of you as my husband" And my brain just screamed IRONSTRANGE!! I M U S T read fluffy ironstrange fics!

So you got any fluffy fics for me? Cuz I don't think I'll be able to sleep tonight without reading any floffy ironstrange fics

here are some ~fluffy fics for ya’

(there ended up being a lot, so they’re under the cut)

Peter Parker is a Little Shit

1,044 words

Peter wants to learn how to play the trumpet. Stephen, upon finding out Peter wishes to annoy the former Avengers with it, suggests he doesn't have to learn how to actually play.

Professors Stark and Strange

1,195 words

There's two kinds of professors, the brick wall and the over share. Dr. Strange is professor brick wall and Dr. Stark is professor overshare. How their students learned that they're married with two kids.

An Open Invitation to Dance

1,601 words

Tony has a ring in his pocket and a half-formed plan to get the love of his life to say yes to him

Maybe less than that of a plan

12% of a plan?

a vague idea

The Escapist

1,890 words

Stephen and Tony knew that moving Peter into his crib would be tough. But, they didn't expect this.

“Good kitty”

2,157 words

Sometimes it can be hard to make the first move - especially when your crush is also your hot new neighbor with an adorable cat.

Fortunately, Levi the kitty is there to give Tony and Stephen a little push.

Just a family

2,251 words

They loved each other long before. They will love each other forever. Its just a question of finding each other again!

a rebirth AU inspired by lucifersfavoritechild's tumblr

A Passage in Time

2,264 words

Tony takes Stephen on a nice beach vacation to get away from the cold winter. Other things happen. Like an engagement.

Peter Parker's Homecoming

2,346 words

Five-year old Peter Parker anxiously waits to go to his new home, where his adopted parents, Tony and Stephen Stark-Strange await his arrival.

Where Severus Snape is hot, not a stalker, and somehow gets the girl

2,387 words

And then, as if he wasn’t already the most embarrassing estranged biological dad ever, Tony stopped in his tracks, raised his sunglasses (because of course he would wear sunglasses inside a lecture hall in April), and gave Professor Strange the most blatant, sustained once-over in the history of fuckboyness. Then he put down his glasses, shot a winning smile at the teacher, and said, “Well, I’m Tony Stark, of course.”

Or: Peter Parker is sick and wants to cut his Neuroscience class. Tony just wants to help (and maybe date his son's hot teacher). Stephen Strange just wants to give his lecture in peace.

Burden of Proof

2,561 words

Based on a prompt/headcanon from my dear rinn aka Maevee

"I do have a tiny headcanon just of Christine meeting Tony and fangirling out a bit, like maybe while she's at work so she's struggling to be professional. Strange tells her he's dating Tony Stark and she doesn't believe him, so he brings her proof."

Are You Trying to Deduce Me?

2,619 words

When Tony throws a costume party, both he and Stephen end up coming as very different but very familiar versions of the same character.

Tony Stark's secret husband

2,870 words

It’s not like they wanted to keep the secret because they didn’t. They never spoke about going public with their wedding, and nobody but for tabloids ever asked either Stark or Stephen about their romantic lives so, again, Tony wouldn’t blame either himself or Stephen for keeping it between the two of them.

I Feel Loved

2,913 words

After months of waiting and yearning Stephen returns to Tony for a long-promised date. Things escalate quickly from that point on.

Pint-Sized Parker

3,636 words

Tony is called away from a meeting to deal with a now toddler-aged Peter Parker, who went snooping around in Stephen Strange's spells.

Contentment

3,732 words

Tony hadn't gotten a good night's sleep since before Afghanistan. Even with Thanos gone and everyone back, he still can't shake the nightmares. At a party, Stephen Strange gives him hope for the future that they fought for.

basically just fluff.

I Hate (Love) You

3,990 words

Tony has a hard time spitting out the words I love you. Stephen doesn't mind.

Strange Strawberry Sorbet

6,023 words

After the realization came the denial, immediately followed by depression. So what if Stephen might kind of...maybe...sort of...be in like with Tony. Tony deserves better than a nobody, hobo sorcerer with blasted, shaking hands and the only thing going for him being magicky party tricks he's questionably good at.

Stephen will absolutely NOT ask Tony out on a date, let alone confess to the myriad of feelings he has for the man.

Then again, Peter Parker doesn't need permission to spin his webs like the puppetmaster he is and this time, this time he brought reinforcements.

Petulance (Among Other Things)

6,988 words

Tony’s stuck going to a conference—against his will, thank you very much—and Stephen’s not even coming with him. He’s all alone. Abandoned. Unloved. Melodramatic. Possibly. Just a tiny bit.

—

A conference. A storm. A warmth.

Five Times Tony Saw Stephen Naked and the One Time He Helped

7,117 words

Tony isn't entirely sure how he feels about the Sorcerer Supreme.

He is sure, however, that he's seen enough of him to make those feelings even more complicated.

The Two Lives of Stephen Strange

8,365 words

After losing the love of his life, Stephen Strange finds out he can visit him in his dreams.

tap dancing on a land mine

Tony discovers, much to his delight, that Stephen holds a special hatred for being called “babe”. Of course, that means Tony only goes out of his way to push this newly discovered button of Stephen’s like it’s his god-given purpose in life. Because that’s what true love’s all about, right?

#ironstrange #asks #fic recs #ironstrange fanfiction #ironstrange fic recs #incorrect-ironstrange #tinystark-blog

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