angel cake ♡ tom holland/sebastian stan/chris evans oneshots

Decorate // Steve Rogers

   Grace was never one for popular music. She could never get into Drake or Beyonce or Rihanna, but somehow she found herself listening to Ariana Grande - and enjoying it. Maybe it was because her hands were covered in paint and she couldn't switch the song (not that it was actually that bad), but she danced around her new, spacious bedroom while she deftly painted the walls white-blue. Tony had offered to find someone to decorate for her, but sloshing paint around and dancing and singing/screaming was fun, so she did it herself. She wore a tank top she stole from Steve once and never gave back (though she had an abundance of them and he had a wardrobe, she didn't need to worry about getting paint on it) and shorts, so before long her legs and arms were speckled in light paint like fairy freckles.

   At least, that's what Steve thought. They were dotted all over her skin, perfectly uneven and somehow pretty. He watched for a while as she danced fluidly, swiping the brush up and down the walls and flicking paint onto the dust sheets whenever she flung her arms out and belted. He fought a laugh when she cartwheeled over to the paint pot and sent paint spiralling through the air, onto the spare sheet on the floor. She giggled and dipped the brush into the thick paint, still moving her hips, then turned to go back to the wall she was at before when she saw Steve. She didn't jump, just smiled.

   "Hey, Steve. What's up, am I being loud?" She asked, crouching to paint along the skirting board. He shook his head and walked further in, stepping around the step ladder in the doorway.

   "Just came to see what you were doing. Going well?"

   "Uh huh. Hey, um, can you help me, actually, now that you're here? It's just, I'm short, I can't reach the bit just under the ceiling. Do you mind?"

   Steve smiled, rolling up his sweater sleeves and picking up a spare brush. "Of course not. What song is this?"

   "Not one I like, hold on. FRIDAY, please will you put Can't Take My Eyes Off You on? It's by Frankie Valli."

   "Of course."

   "This song," Grace said, smiling and glancing around the room when the beginning played, "Is the best song, in the history of songs. I really like it."

   "It's... pretty cool. How old is it?"

   "Does it matter?"

   Steve grinned. "I wanna know how many years I missed it by."

   Grace laughed. "I'm pretty sure it's from the 60s, so you were close. At long last, love has arrived..." She sang, smiling at Steve while he effortlessly swiped paint in a perfect line across the top of one wall, then filled in what Grace missed. 

   "This is a good song. I like this." He stated in the middle of a conversation about what the best dog breed was (Steve suggested Shih Tzus, but Grace was very passionately demanding dachshunds were far superior). Grace beamed proudly.

   "Right? It's a bop." She beamed, then twirled, throwing her hands up, then used her paintbrush as a mic.

   "I love you baby!" She sang, moving her hips again and walking around the room like she was holding a concert. Steve laughed, watching her ham it up, pointing at him and winking and preening.

   "Oh pretty baby..." He sang quietly and Grace screamed, clapping and pointing at him.

   "Yes, Steve!" He stumbled over another line, then hesitantly held his hand out.

   "You wanna dance?"

   Grace smiled shyly, losing her confidence in a millisecond. "That I would." She placed her hand in his and they both giggled, then he expertly lead her around the bedroom, knowing what he was doing after watching Bucky do the same a million times before. He carefully dipped her and she smiled, then they stayed like that for a few seconds, before Grace picked herself up a little to kiss him. His lips tasted like paint and sunshine, like he had heaven in his mouth.

   "Jesus Christ, Steve." Both people pulled back and Steve quickly, but carefully, righted Grace. They looked at the doorway with wide, guilty eyes, where Tony was stood, more than a little shocked.

   "That wasn't-"

   "I mean, really, I expected you to be a bit romantic, but really, you DIPPED the girl? That's another level, Spangles." He laughed, smirking a little. Grace blushed, touching her flushed cheeks.

   "You really need to learn how to mind your own business, Tony."

   "You left the door open and made it my business, Cap."

   Grace started to giggle a little, then Steve, then Tony, all of them laughing amicably for no reason at all, but Grace still tasted the sunshine on her mouth, and she still felt his eyes on her. It was perfection.

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then they had a threesome

lmao sorry i had to say that

it just felt right

some other writer would absolutely make it happen

by i'M nO aVErAge wRiTER

love for my loves

viv x