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Captain Creeper (Steve Rogers x reader)

Request: Can you please do a Steve x reader where you’re an underground champion fighter with chi manipulation and after Steve witnesses you take down some robbers he wants to recruit you but you say no and he ends up finding out about the fight club and tells you that if he wins in a match against you then you have to join and you agree and you win and tell him that he can take you out instead a fic or one shot

The first time that Steve caught a glimpse of you, it was just an ordinary night.  He was out late, after the rest of the team had turned in to sleep, leaving the tower dark behind him as he casually strolled away from it and onto the sidewalks that weren’t so busy as to crowd him, but just sparse enough to feel a little lonely.  He hated nights like this when he couldn’t sleep, but when the gym didn’t give him the outlet that he needed to clear his mind of the nightmares that he knew would plague him if he slept.  There were nights when he wouldn’t look up from watching his feet land on the asphalt, one in front of the other, until he would find himself in Brooklyn, as if his body knew where he needed to be.  Other nights he found himself making pointless circles around the city until the hint of sunlight on the horizon told him to stop.  When he left the tower on this night, however, he couldn’t have anticipated that his routine walk would end only a mere two blocks from where it had started.

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Lawlu ~ requested by jinxstandsforjinxdurrr

Happy Birthday, Darling (StevexReader)

Happy 4th of July!!!! And Happy 99th Birthday to (my darling?) Steve Rogers💕💕💕 Here’s a new oneshot just for today!!!

July 4th. Independence Day. The day our founding fathers signed the Declaration of Independence. And also the day America’s “golden boy” was born.

You woke up to the sun shining in your eyes. After stretching for a minute, you feel an arm snake around your waist and pull you closer.

“Good morning, babe,” Steve mumbles as he buries his face in your hair and begins to place kisses on the back of your neck.

“Good morning,” you reply, turning around to plant a kiss on his lips. “Happy Birthday, Darling.”

A smile creeps onto his face. “Thanks, doll. What’s on the agenda today?”

You sigh as you sit up. “You have press and ceremonies all day, while Fury decided to keep me busy with a bunch of meetings and briefings that I would rather eat dirt than go to. I’m sorry we couldn’t do something better for your birthday.”

“At least we have tonight,” he reassures. “That’s all I need.”

You smile and grab his hand, bringing it up to your lips. “Be at the tower by 7:30 and we’ll go to dinner, okay? I made reservations.”


He plants a kiss on your lips and walks out of your room to get to his. Making sure he’s far enough so he can’t hear you, you grab your phone and call Bucky.

“Everything set, Barnes?”

“It’s 11:40, the guests come at 7, Steve gets here at 7:30. Assemble the team.”

You press a button on your bracelet that signals the team, something you helped build with Tony. Luckily, Steve’s was disabled for the day. Soon, Bucky, Sam, Tony, Natasha, Clint, Bruce, Wanda, Pietro, Vision, Scott, Peter, T'Challa, Thor, and Loki file into your room. They all pile on and around your bed as you stand in front of them.

“Alright, you guys. Steve’s gonna be back at 7:30 so we need all hands on deck for the entire day. You all have tasks, and there are already cars outside for each group. Tony, Scott, and Peter, you three are in charge of getting the fireworks together. It’s the 4th of July, so make sure they’re unlike any other fireworks being displayed today.”

Tony rolls his eyes. “I’m Tony Stark, for god’s sake. I was born being the best.”

“Then make sure these fireworks are Stark-level awesome.”

The three of them nod and run out.

“Wanda and Pietro, you’re in charge of food. Check in with the chefs and make sure the meal is gonna be amazing.”

“May I tag along with them?”, Vision asks. “I shall enjoy seeing other people cook so I can improve my skills.”

“Sure, Vis. You three, get going.”

The twins, along with Vision, race out of the room.

“Thor and Loki, you’re in charge of the cake.”

“Why would it take two of us to get a cake?”, Loki questions. “I could get it myself without having this oaf in my way.”

“It’s a big cake, and I don’t trust just one of you to get it. No offense, but you might do something to it.”

“Very true.”

Thor and Loki walk out.

“T'Challa and Sam, I’m leaving you guys with the entertainment. The band I booked has to do sound checks, so make sure they’re prepared and give them the song list.”


“No buts, Sam. You two have to learn to work together. Now go!”

T'Challa smirked. “Yes, let us go bird man.” He walked out of the room, a grumbling Sam following behind. Only Bucky, Natasha, Clint, and Bruce were left.

“The rest of us are gonna go get the decorations and make sure this place looks amazing. Me, Nat, and Bucky will take one car and Clint and Bruce will take the other. I’ll text you what you need to get. And since we’re the remaining people and technically in the same group, I managed to get us something a little better than regular cars.”


You hear Sam shout as the five of you pile into the two limos you ordered.

“MY GROUP, MY RULES,” you shout back as your limo starts to move.

You, Nat, and Bucky drove all around New York, buying any decorations you liked (which was hard, due to the fact that some places were closed for Independence Day).

By the time you got back to the tower, it was 5 and you were tired as hell. Clint and Bruce got back at the same time.

“Alright, you guys. I know we’re hot and tired and sweaty, but let’s get everything decorated so we can go change our clothes.”

The five of you worked as fast as you can, ensuring that the place looked amazing. There was red, white, and blue everywhere. The tower practically screamed “Star Spangled Man With A Plan.”

At 6, the decorations were done and your group raced to your rooms. You quickly dawned on a red, white, and blue dress with red heels and a matching red clutch. Your hair was already curled so you just tamed the (many) flyaways and wiped off your makeup, reapplying it so it looked better. You finished getting ready at 6:30.

You got a phone call from Sam and quickly picked it up.

“Hey Sam, what’s up?”

“Big problem. The band can’t play tonight.”

You froze. “What? Why not? What the hell happened?”

“Their lead singer lost her voice and they don’t have a backup,” T'Challa replies.

You closed your eyes to think for a moment. Then, you got an idea.

“What if we do karaoke? And then we’ll have F.R.I.D.A.Y. play music when everyone is partying.”

You hear Sam and T'Challa mumbling something to the band. After a minute, Sam says, “they said they could do it, no problem.”

You let out a breath. “Thank god. Now get their asses to the tower. The guests are coming in half an hour.”

“We’ll be right there.”

As soon as you hang up, you get another call from Thor.

“Lady Y/N, I’m afraid there’s a problem with the cake.”

“What is it?”

“They’re giving it to someone else.”

“What? Why?”

“They’re claiming it’s their cake.”

You rummage for the receipt in your dresser and snap a picture of it, sending it to Thor.

“I just sent you the receipt. Now FIGHT FOR THAT CAKE.”

You hang up and bury your face in your hands. After a few minutes, Thor texts you a selfie of the cake, Loki, and himself with the caption “WE GOT IT”. You couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

You press the button on your bracelet to assemble the team. In ten minutes, they were all here.

“Okay, everyone. It’s 6:50. Guests are gonna be here in ten minutes. Is everything ready?”

“The band is set up.”

“The fireworks are prepared.”

“The cake is downstairs.”

“The place is decorated.”

“The food is delicious.”

You beam. “We did it! Everyone, hands in!”

Everyone puts their hands in the middle.

“Cap on three!”

“One, two, three, CAP!” You all throw your hands in the air.


The party was in full swing by 7:10. People were laughing and having a good time. You were at the bar nursing a drink, drowning out the crowd. You didn’t even hear Jane and Thor come up to you.

“Everything alright, Y/N?”, Jane asks.

You sighed. “I-I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not,” Thor says. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s Steve’s birthday gift.” You quietly tell them what it is. Jane takes your hand.

“It’s an amazing gift, and you’re so
fearless giving that to him. Don’t be afraid. He’ll love it.”

“Steve is a very lucky man,” Thor adds. “You care about him very much. He’d be a fool to give that up.”

You smile. “Thanks, you guys. You’re honestly amaz-”


Bucky runs up to you. “Steve’s outside! You need to get into places.”

You grab a mic from behind the bar. “EVERYONE, PLACES! STEVE’S COMING! F.R.I.D.A.Y., KILL THE LIGHTS.” All of the guests find a hiding place and the lights turn off. You walk over to the entrance, waiting for Steve.

After a minute, you see him walk up to you. “Hey, doll,” he says, giving you a light kiss. “Ready to go?”

“Actually, I was thinking we should stay in.”

“Oh, I thought you were excited about dinner?”

“Yea, about that…”

The lights turned on instantly and everyone popped out. “SURPRISE!!!!”

Steve looked taken aback, but soon had a big smile on his face.

“Happy Birthday, Darling!”, you squeal. Bucky runs up to the two of you.

“Happy Birthday, Punk,” he says as he hugs Steve. “This little missy right here planned the whole thing.”

Steve pulls you into a hug. “I fucking love you, you know that?”

“Language, Captain,” you reply with a smirk.

You could tell Steve was having a blast the entire night. He always loved hanging out with you, Bucky, Sam, and the rest of the team. In fact, everyone was getting along. Sam and T'Challa were rapping the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air theme song for karaoke, Thor and Loki were having an arm wrestling contest while Jane was rolling her eyes at them, Nat and Bruce were flirting (again), Scott was fangirling over Steve, Peter was talking to Tony and Pepper, Clint was joking around with Maria, Bucky and Steve were playing pool, and Wanda and Vision were by the bar as Pietro was making them drinks.

Halfway through the night, you managed to grab Steve and take him to the terrace for some alone time. Your heart was pounding.

“Is something wrong, Y/N?”, he questioned. You took a deep breath and grabbed his hands.

“Steve, words can’t describe how much you mean to me. Before I met you, I was lost. I didn’t know who I was or what I would become. When you stepped into my life, it was like a beacon of light shining down on me. I’ve loved you even before I knew what love was. And I want to be with you for the rest of my life.”

You shakily open your clutch and pull out a small box, tossing the purse to the side. Steve’s eyes widen as you get down on one knee. You open the box to reveal a silver band.

“I know this isn’t the traditional way of doing things,” you say with a nervous laugh. “But, Steven Grant Rogers, will you marry me?”

A smile creeped onto his face as he kneeled down to match your level. “Of course I’ll marry you.”

You started tearing up as you took the ring from the box and placed it on his finger. You set the box down on the ground as he pulled you into a kiss, and you can tell he was tearing up as well.

At that moment, the firework display begins. You and Steve stand up and hold onto each other as you gaze at the beautiful sky. Red, white, and blue fireworks light up the night, illuminating the city. Tony, Scott, and Peter really outdid themselves.

“Happy 4th of July, Y/N.”

“Happy Birthday, Darling.”

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//my sister from across the room as I read this allowed, crying and giggling through it:


Me: *divulged into a fit of cries and hyperventilating laughing*


Gintama; 86-87

It’s okay. You’ve worked so hard.

                                        Morning already?!

It’s hard to hold in a groan. School is so long and boring. Homework, tests, clubs? So much to do, so little time. And you haven’t even gotten out of bed yet. Get up! You can’t afford to be late. The year’s far from over yet. And yet, who wants to go to school? You think about it for a moment, and then you remember:

I could see them today. You two have been flirting back and forth. Passing notes in class, silly letters left in lockers. Stolen glances that only you both understand. Maybe school’s not so bad. Plus, you have plans with your best friend after class. To go eat and then walk the streets, to see what trouble… I mean, fun you can find.

Perhaps, today will be more than you first thought.

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