red white and blue cake

Fever*

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Featuring: Vision, Tony, Bucky, Thor, Clint and Natasha, Wanda, Rhodey (all three mentioned).
Rating: Explicit - 18+ only
Summary: Reader surprises Steve, throwing a 40’s themed party to celebrate his 99th birthday at the compound with the other Avengers’ complicity.
Word Count: 3.8k
Genre: NSFW/SMUT
Warnings: mild swearing, some fluff, mentions of alcohol/hangover, lingerie fetish [?], slight Dom!Steve, light dirty talking, oral sex (male receiving), uniform kink - (clothed sex), exhibitionism/outdoor sex, neck holding and semi-protected sex. - This fic assumes Reader is on the pill. [No glove, no love!]
Author’s Note: Happy birthday to the first successful - and our all time favorite - super soldier who turns 99 this year! xxx The title is a reference to Fever covered by Peggy Lee, which inspired me a lot when I wrote this. Enjoy.

   New Avengers Facility

Placing a hand on your hip, you stared at the ballroom decorations inspired from the forties. With the help of every Avenger, you’d spent the past couple days, working on the hall of the Avengers compound as your grandparents had also gladly gotten involved in your surprise for Steve’s birthday.

They’d told you everything they could remember about their time in that era and gave you the best indications on what you had to do to bring that famous portion of the twentieth century back into our modern times.

They remembered a lot and their help made everything look perfect. You were beyond grateful. From the improvised ballroom and the private quarters, everything was subtly decked out, and it looked like as though it was straight out of a movie set. The guests arrived in appropriate forties attire.

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Happy B-day America! B-day headcanons :D

America:

  • I hope all you non-Americans (me) are ready because THE RED, WHITE N’ BLUE IS COMING FOR YOU! We’re talking a 4 layered cake, more confetti than humanly possible and every five feet another flag, because ‘MURICA
  • Has the biggest party he can throw. It puts to shame the party he threw last year but that only means he’s an amazing host that knows how to update his celebrating.
  • Everyone he knows is invited, that guy in Starbucks that makes him coffee? Yes, the bartender from that one pub he snuck into? Yes. Even the King of Sweden was invited! Probably because of his awesome hats.
  • The food he has planned out is perfect, he has all things american: Deep fried everything, Bacon, barbecued veggies and meat, ice lollies. You name it and he has a in his cooler or on hold. Except Alcohol, he doesn’t want drunk nations running about and ruining his special day.
  • Don’t be surprised when a 100 man marching band opens the party, he’s got them to play all the traditional american songs and a few modern songs to show he’s up to date with the hits. He might even join the band for a song or two~
  • He has had his cake order on hold since January, he has known exactly what type of cake he wants since his last birthday, and now is the day. A quadruple layer, stripy bottom layer, starry third, criss-cross of white and red second and every state checker top layer…With sparkles
  • Well since America is…America, he’s probably got a pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey thing but it’s not a donkey. It’s England and instead of a tail it’s his eyebrows.
  • Has the Hamilton musical on hold. So just picture it: everyone is having fun, wishing him a happy birthday and then “HOW DOES A RAGTAG VOLUNTEER ARMY IN NEED OF A SHOWER, SOMEHOW DEFEAT A GLOBAL SUPERPOWER?” and then America yelling “TURN UP!” (I love Hamilton way too much XD)
  • Every present he gets he rips open, even if it is fragile. He’s so happy and excited that people are here to celebrate his birthday. They might want to watch out though, we all know he’s really strong and if they give him an amazing present they will be bear hugged!
  • There’s only one rule to join his partying: You must have your face painted with something american. It can be anything, the flag, an eagle, even a small star is good enough. America decided having this flag over his entire face, never before have anyone seen such an American America! Also he’s wearing uncle sam’s outfit so… ‘MURICA!

Happy Forth of July! I hope you all have a great day!

Tongue Tied

JayTim Week VDE - Prompt One - Crush

rating: T

count: 2.1K

summary: Tim runs into his crush at the grocery store. It’s 3 a.m., and he’s in love.

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“Pop Tarts, really? Really, Tim?”

“What?” Tim grabbed the box of chocolate frosted pastries from Jason’s hand. His very good-looking hand, brown and strong. “I like eating them for breakfast. And I know Roy likes them. He eats them when he visits.”

“Roy’s an animal,” Jason scoffed. He pushed past the boxes of Pop Tarts to get a closer look at the rest of the items lining the sides of Tim’s cart. “Oh my god, please tell me you’re not living on peanut butter sandwiches like an eight-year-old.”

“I’m not?” Tim lied.

“I thought you were a healthy eater,” Jason scolded, pulling out cans of soup and stacking them back on the shelves. “These are full of salt, preservatives and BPA.”

“What’s BPA?” Tim pulled a few cans back into his cart when Jason wasn’t looking. “I am healthy, I’m a vegetarian.”

“Is that a birthday cake?” Jason cut him off, pulling out a white box Tim had picked up from the bakery. It was white with red and blue frosting.  “Who’s Beverly?”

Tim snagged the cake from Jason’s hands before he could put it on the shelf next to the discarded soup cans. “No one. It was on sale!”

Jason dragged a hand over his face in frustration. “I thought Dick was bad.”

anonymous asked:

Imagine having Tony distract Steve all day. Steve comes home absolutely pissed because he couldn't spend his birthday with his two favorite lovers, Bucky and you. Only he comes home to red white and blue candles lit and leading to his room. He goes in to see Bucky replaced his sheets with red white and blue, you baked him a birthday cake, and everything's clean except for the floor, which is covered in streamers. You're wearing a blue bikini, Bucky's wearing red boxers, and Steve is happy. (~E)

You take a piece of the cake, feeding it to Steve. Next you swipe some of the icing on his chest and you smile innocently up at him before leaning down and licking it, continuing down his chest until you reach his boxers

Sin for Steve™

Happy Birthday (Captain) America

Happy birthday Steve Rogers!!! Steve was born 98 years ago on this day.

I thought it might be nice to write a fic in celebration! I hope that you all enjoy it! If you have any feedback, please let me know!

I have also decided to dedicate this story to my wonderful friend @sinnamonrollscully.

WARNINGS- PTSD

TIMELINE - 2014

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Your mission today was of the utmost importance. The sound of explosions in the distance was your anthem, heat of your location increasing. You had to be quick and delicate. The pressure was on.

Ding.

You wiped the sweat from your brow, and then bent down to carefully remove the cake from the oven.

You placed the cake on a cooling rack and began mixing the icing, various colours spread out in different bowls.

The sounds of revelry from outside the building grew louder. “Jarvis, could you please turn the music up?”

Of course Mrs. Barnes. Do you still wish for me to alert you if Captain Rogers comes?

“Yes please!”

If it weren’t for Steve, you would not be keen on this day. You were all for celebrating the country, but the sounds of the fireworks, now drowned out by your music, always made you feel anxious. They reminded you of gunfire, grenades, shells exploding…

You pushed all negativity from your mind, and began to decorate the cooled cake. It was a rectangle shape, and you knew exactly what you wanted to do. You sang along to your music as you worked.

Bucky had a special mission today too. You had discussed it with him the previous week.

“Is something important coming up soon?” Bucky asked you, hands running through his hair as he pushed himself to remember.

“Yes, actually, there is,” you replied, looking up from your book with a smile. You didn’t tell him anymore than that. He liked to try to figure it out himself.

Bucky sat down on the bed, next to where you were lying on your stomach. His brow was furrowed. You put a hand on his leg, hoping that it might help him concentrate.

“Steve… it has something to do with Steve, right?”

You nodded.

Bucky’s eyes widened, and his face lit up as he remembered. “Steve’s birthday!”

“Yes!” you were always elated when Bucky remembered something.

“Actually,” you started, placing the bookmark in your book, and sitting up. “I could use your help!”

“What do you need?” Bucky asked, a small smile playing on his lips.

Your heart melted at the sight. Bucky had been back in your life for nearly three months, and it had been difficult.

He had nightmares, and after hurting you one night, he had nearly left. The only times he ever smiled were when he remembered something, and the old Bucky flashed through.

“On the day, I need you to keep Steve busy for a few hours. If you feel comfortable, go to a movie with him. Or go down to the gym. Just to give me time to prepare.”

“I’ll do my best.”

You smiled at the now completed cake, satisfied with how it looked. Packing it up into a cake box, you carefully carried it, along with a wrapped gift, down to the communal kitchen/dining room.

“What do you think (Y/N)?” Tony asked as you entered, indicating the decorations. The red, white and blue streamers seemed a little on the nose, but you thought they were perfect.

“I love it!” you placed the cake carefully on the counter, and threatened Tony with your eyes that, if he touched it, he was dead.

Moving into the living area, you saw more of the same decorations, and more Avengers.

Nat was enjoying decorating. She relished any chance she got to act like a ‘normal’ girl. Bruce was trying to keep the gifts on the coffee table tidy. Clint was fiddling with the stereo.

As you moved to place your gift on the table, smiling at Bruce as you did, Sam stepped out of the elevator, a case of beer in his arms.

Since Thor and Pepper were unable to attend, that was everyone. It was a very small party, but you knew that would suit Steve. He never was one for big birthday celebrations.

Mrs. Barnes, Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes have just entered the building.

“Thank you Jarvis,” you looked around at everyone excitedly. While Steve (hopefully) didn’t know that this party was happening, it wasn’t a surprise party in the strictest sense. Nobody was going to jump out from behind the couch screaming. Instead, you all sat down in various places in the living room, like it was a normal night.

You heard the sound of the elevator, and you were overcome with the happiness of everyone around you, and of Steve when he entered the room, and realised what was going on.

Everyone took turns wishing him a happy birthday, until you were the only one left. The others moved into the dining room, to give you some privacy. All except Bucky.

“Happy birthday Steve,” you exclaimed quietly, but happily.

“Thank you (Y/N),” Steve replied, pulling you into a comfortable hug. In this close proximity, Steve’s emotions impacted upon you even harder, and you couldn’t stop a small tear of joy from slipping down your cheek.

“I love you (Y/N),” Steve whispered in your ear.

In response, you stretched up on tippy toes, and kissed him on the cheek. “I love you too.”

Moving into the dining room with the others, Steve told you all about the movie that he and Bucky had seen. You glanced over your shoulder to look at your husband. He wasn’t smiling, but he had a glimmer in his eyes, and you could feel the peace radiating off of him.

Dinner arrived not long after, and soon it was time for the cake. You prepared it at the counter, opting against using all of the candles that you would need to, and then carried it to the table, placing it in front of Steve. He laughed when he looked at it.

The cake was decorated with simple red, white and blue stripes, and you had written something over the top of it in black.

Happy Birthday (Captain) America.

Becky and Sad

A/N - Hey y’all, here is a short thingy I wrote at 3 am. I hope you guys like it, sorry it’s a bit disorganized, but I wanted to fulfill a prompts I’ve have sitting around for a long time. Hope you like it!

Word Count: 574

           “Happy Birthday, Becky?” Two men stared down at the overly decorated cake, frosting of red, white, and blue coating every inch. Candles stuck out from the thick layer of frosting, probably not even touching the cake itself. “Who the fuck is Becky?”

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It Started With A Waffle: Red, White, & Blue Popsicles

Cool off on 4th of July with Clara Cakes’ festive Red, White, & Blue Popsicles recipe. Enjoy the refreshing flavors of fresh berries, basil, and tangy lime along with creamy coconut and vanilla while you have fun in the sun or watch the fireworks. These popsicles are perfectly patriotic and oh so photo worthy— all of your friends will be wanting one! Get the recipe below.

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