the fourth day of steve

Being In A Relationship With Steve Rogers Would Go A Little Something Like.....

In honor of Steve Rogers Incredibly patriotic birthday I’ve decided to move a few things up on the que so I hope you enjoy it!:D

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In The Beginning…

~ Steve admiring you from afar because he’s scared to get too close to you in fear of you saying no, or worse you saying yes and getting hurt because of him.

~ Natasha convincing him to suck it up and be a man before someone else snatches you up.

~ Steve bringing you a bouquet of your favorite flowers and stumbling over the words he has written down on the inside of his hand the whole time he’s trying to ask you out on a date. 

~ He picks you up for your first date on his motorcycle and takes you to the park where he’s set up a picnic with all your favorite foods.

~ At the end of the night he carves y’all’s initials into the tree you’re sitting under and places a light kiss to your forehead as he whispers how happy he is he finally asked you out.

~ Steve takes it nice and slow and you date for about five months before you can’t take it anymore and you’re the one who finally asks if he wants to be exclusive. 

As A New Couple….

~ Steve hesitates to introduce you to all of the Avengers because he knows how they can be and he really doesn’t want them to scare you off.

~ There’s not a lot of PDA in crowded places because Steve likes to keep an eye out for danger, but he will hold your hand and every so often when you’re someplace with only a handful of people he’ll pull you in for a surprise kiss

~ Steve doesn’t exactly get jealous when other guys try to talk to you, but if someone so much as brushes against your shoulder he freaks out and you have to stop him from causing an unnecessary altercation. 

~ Bucky and Sam treat you like their little sister which puts Steve at some ease while he’s away on missions.

~ Everyone hating to be around you guys because you’re just so cute together with Steve wrapping his arms around you and whispering into your ear as you laugh loudly and you guys sharing a quick kiss

~ Steve always calling you whenever you’re apart because he misses your voice (and he just can’t stand texting)

~After dating for about a year and three months Steve finally asks you if you want to move in together

As An Established Couple Who Lives Together…

~ You rent a small house in Brooklyn together near the neighborhood Steve grew up in

~ You guys end up with a ‘guard’ dog who actually just lays around in front of the couch all the time

~ Sam and Bucky constantly fight over who gets the spare bedroom, so you and Steve end up putting in a bunk bed to make them shut up. Now you just hear fighting over who gets the top bunk. 

~ You guys go out every Saturday and go grocery shopping at all the little markets around the city

~ Whenever you get into a fight Steve makes you talk it out immediately and then apologizes by taking a nice long bath together. 

~ Since he’s an early riser you usually wake up to a shirtless Steve making you breakfast 

~ Whenever one of you comes home the other one likes to hide somewhere in the house and surprise the other one which usually leads to some intense tickle fights

~ You have frequent movie nights under a big pillow fort that takes up most of your apartment and usually gets knocked down by Steve standing up too fast, your dog tripping over a stray blanket, or you guys getting too distracted by your make out session to realize you were out of room. 

~ Staying up late at night in your bedroom sharing excited whispers as you both just never run out of things to say to each other and it’s when you’re getting into one of your crazy stories that Steve realizes his stomach has never hurt from laughing so hard and he’s never seen eyes sparkle like yours in the dim light streaming in through your window and he knows he will never feel a stronger sense of home than he does when he’s with you.

Which Leads To…

~ Steve breaking into the Smithsonian once again, this time to recover the simple yet elegant engagement ring he remembers his mother wearing when he was a young boy. 

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Soooo I hope you guys liked it! There’s a lot of other stories in the que but I figured since it was his birthday Steve needed some extra loving!:D

FIC and PREFERENCE requests are OPEN (but moving slowly). SHIP requests are CLOSED (please guys stop sending them in. they make it harder to see the other requests and as soon as I’m caught up with the other requests I can get back to ships sooooo) 

I hope everyone had a GREAT fourth of July whther it was a national holiday or just Steve’s birthday!(: 

Small Box | (1/3)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

A/N: I spent the whole day writing this down. This idea came when I was pooping. AND ALSO a huge thank you to my baby @chrisevanshh for editing and being a beta reader for this short story. love you! Muah!! hehe get it?! anyway, Feedback is appreciated!

Warning: angst

Summary: You have a surprise for Steve and it’s in the small box. so, what’s inside the box? 

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Here with Me Part 3

Part 2

Genre: Angst
Words: 2,756
Pairings: Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings: Injuries, surgery, trauma
Summary: No matter what, you will always be here with me.


Beep. Beep. Beep.

The sound echoed through your head even though you were thousands of miles from the machine that produced it. It was all you could think about since you were allowed into Peter’s hospital room. It was the only sound assuring you that his heart was still beating. He was there, fighting to survive.

When Tony had escorted you to Peter’s side once the surgery had been completed, he was hesitant to leave you alone. The surgery had been successful, but many complications had arisen during the process. His heart had stopped more than once, a fact you were unable to accept while sitting in the observing area with a pane of glass separating the two of you. You felt Tony’s eyes on you each time his blood pressure dropped, but you couldn’t steer your gaze away from Peter. His torso was open on the table and the sound of death sounded throughout the room every so often, and you watched as your world was set on fire time and time again. Your mind wouldn’t let you miss Peter’s last moments alive.

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five times my muse didn’t text yours and one time they did || @littlebro-williams

[ text; matt 10:47AM unsent ] you are just like your brother you know that. annoying. loud mouth. 

[ text; matt 11:24AM unsent ] yo. pda man. i don’t need to see you kissing all over my sister. get a room. 

[ text; matt 12:54PM unsent ] YOUR BROTHER IS LOOKING FOR YOU. 

[ text; matt 14:06PM unsent ] i swear to god why are you two so angry 

[ text; matt 16:54PM unsent ] don’t touch my steaks i know how to grill. 

[ text; matt 20:30PM sent ] thanks for all of the help today; tell mary and joan i said goodnight. see you tomorrow for poker still, right?  

anonymous asked:

Imagine 12 days of Steve-mas?

On the first day of Steve-mas
My true love gave to me
Bucky in a metal arm!

On the second day of Steve-mas
My true love gave to me
Two Falcon’s flying,
And a Bucky in a metal arm!

On the third day of Steve-mas
My true love gave to me
Three motorcycles,
Two Falcon’s flying,
And a Bucky in a metal arm!

On the fourth day of Steve-mas
My true love gave to me
Four Hydra villains,
Three motorcycles,
Two Falcon’s flying,
And a Bucky in a metal arm!

On the fifth day of Steve-mas
My true love gave to me
Five references I get,
Four Hydra villains,
Three motorcycles,
Two Falcon’s flying,
And a Bucky in a metal arm!

On the sixth day of Steve-mas
My true love gave to me
Six SHIELD agents,
Five references I get,
Four Hydra villains,
Three motorcycles,
Two Falcon’s flying,
And a Bucky in a metal arm!

On the seventh day of Steve-mas
My true love gave to me
Seven Thor’s hammering,
Six SHIELD agents,
Five references I get,
Four Hydra villains,
Three motorcycles,
Two Falcon’s flying,
And a Bucky in a metal arm!

On the eighth day of Steve-mas
My true love gave to me
Eight Clints-a-sassing,
Seven Thor’s hammering,
Six SHIELD agents,
Five references I get,
Four Hydra villains,
Three motorcycles,
Two Falcon’s flying,
And a Bucky in a metal arm!

On the ninth day of Steve-mas
My true love gave to me
Nine Peggy’s dancing!
Eight Clints-a-sassing,
Seven Thor’s hammering,
Six SHIELD agents,
Five references I get,
Four Hydra villains,
Three motorcycles,
Two Falcon’s flying,
And a Bucky in a metal arm!

On the tenth day of Steve-mas
My true love gave to me
Ten Hulks-a-smashing,
Nine Peggy’s dancing!
Eight Clints-a-sassing,
Seven Thor’s hammering,
Six SHIELD agents,
Five references I get,
Four Hydra villains,
Three motorcycles,
Two Falcon’s flying,
And a Bucky in a metal arm!

On the eleventh day of Steve-mas
My true love gave to me
Eleven Widows fighting,
Ten Hulks-a-smashing,
Nine Peggy’s dancing!
Eight Clints-a-sassing,
Seven Thor’s hammering,
Six SHIELD agents,
Five references I get,
Four Hydra villains,
Three motorcycles,
Two Falcon’s flying,
And a Bucky in a metal arm!

On the twelfth day of Steve-mas
My true love gave to me
Twelve Tony’s tinkering,
Eleven Widows fighting,
Ten Hulks-a-smashing,
Nine Peggy’s dancing!
Eight Clints-a-sassing,
Seven Thor’s hammering,
Six SHIELD agents,
Five references I get,
Four Hydra villains,
Three motorcycles,
Two Falcon’s flying,
And a Bucky in a metal arm!

akira-of-the-twilight  asked:

How about a sweet little something for Stark Spangled Winter Hawk?

I’m sure overprotectiveness counts as sweet. Right?

They were three months into the beginning of their relationship when the first incident happened.

A reporter had corned Clint and Tony as they were leaving the theaters. The reporters were getting more and more bold ever since it was announced that the two male humans of the Avengers were in a foursome with the two Super soldiers of the group.

“Mr. Stark! Mr. Barton!”

Used to avoiding the press Tony directed Clint to the car they had waiting for them, Happy in the front seat.

“Just answer one question, is it true that the Captain and first Barnes are emotionally unstable?”

It was only a second later that the reporter had an arrow pointing at his face, Clint having pulled out the bow and ammo from his bag in a second.

Tony glared at the unfortunate man from over his sunglasses.

“I assure you that the Captain and Sergeant are in no way unstable. Where did you here such lies?”

The reporter gulped and continued to stare at the arrow that was inches from his face.

“The man asked you a question,” Clint said, gesturing just slightly with the arrow towards Tony. “Best you answer.”

“I’m not patient.” Tony took his sunglasses off completely.

“T-Tiberius Stone.” The reporter managed to finally stutter out. “He suggested that neither is fit to be running around fighting while suffering from extreme PTSD.”

Tony nodded and without a word Clint collapsed the bow and arrow tucking it back into his bag before they got into the car. Leaving the reporter alone on the sidewalk, still shaking.

The next morning the world learned that Tiberius Stone had been voted out of his company by the Board Members. Apparently he had been accused of selling company secrets to a competitor.

It was the first warning.

The second incident was two weeks later.

This couple was complaining about how soldiers of Steve and Bucky’s ranks shouldn’t be putting on a display as they were. The display was only the fours fourth real date together.

The next day Steve noticed the couple featured in the news. Arrested for drugs.

“Serves them right.” Bucky said upon seeing it. “Knew they were no good with how they were talking last night.”

“They were there?” Tony asked when Steve mentioned it when he was down in the workshop.

“Don’t remember seeing them,” Clint shrugged when Bucky brought it up again during dinner.

The super soldiers looked at each other, a little suspicious that their lovers one with amazing memory and the other with above average sight did not remember the couple.

They completely forgot about it later in the night as Tony and Clint competed to see who could give the better blowjob.

It wasn’t until the fifth incident that everyone caught on.

Hydra had managed to catch Bucky and Steve off guard and had them drugged and locked up in one of there facilities.

The team had been making plans to rescue them when Clint and Tony disappeared.

Two hour later, the team had been resigned to launching the rescue plan without them when reports of explosions came in.

The Hydra base was on fire. When the team got there Iron Man was carrying a drugged Bucky in his arms and Clint was supporting an injured Captain America.

When Fury got the reports later he couldn’t believe it.

“Those motherfuckers took down a Hydra Base! With just the two of them?”

Natasha, who had come to deliver the report, smirked. “They wanted their boyfriends back.”

Poatte (Steve x reader)

Request:  HI I LOVE YOUR WRITING could I maybe suggest a Steve Rogers x reader where he’s meeting her parents and they’re at dinner and she says “daddy could you pass me the [insert food item here]” and both Steve and her dad reach for it and it’s super awkward and silly ????? thanks so much 💕 !!

Aww!!! Thank you so much!!! This was such a fun request to write so I hope I did it justice! 

word count: 2803

warnings: SLIGHT SMUT IN THE BEGINNING, SUBTLE NSFW (mentions of sex), and of course… cursing 

because of the slight smut in the beginning, everything will be under the cut. sorry for the inconvenience!! (lmao this is the farthest i will go for smut HAHA)

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You Haven’t Told Him? - Captain America / Marvel (Bucky Barnes ft Steve Rogers)

Pairing: Bucky x Female!Reader, Steve x Female!Reader (platonic) 

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: Hey there :) I would like to request an imagine where the reader finds out she is pregnant, but is afraid she won’t be a good mum and isn’t sure how Bucky will react to the news. Maybe she could talk to Steve and Bucky gets pissed because he doesn’t know what they are always whispering about. Sorry if that’s too specific.

Warnings: insecurities

A/N: I hope you like it, anon<3 ENJOY!

Originally posted by staralbums

*gif not mine* 

Her fingers ran along all the lines on the warm cup in front of her, yet she had not even lifted the cup from the table, even the contents being of her favorite. 

«Come on, Y/n. Say something, you’re scaring me here.» Steve urged from across the table, eyes full of concern for the girl across from him. She sat there silent for another minute before opening her mouth to speak. 

 «I’m pregnant.» She said it so weakly that if Steve hadn’t already been leaning on the table in front of him, he wouldn’t have heard her at all. 

 A wide smile spread across his face as he realized what her words meant. 

 «That’s great, Y/n! Wow, I’m going to be a uncle!» He cheered, face bright with happiness, but the happiness was short lived as he noticed Y/n still looked as grim as she did when she entered the cafe. 

 «Why aren’t you happy?» Steve asked, reaching across the table to grab her hand in his. 

 «What if I’m a horrible mother?» She whispered, tears brimming in her eyes as she looked up to meet Steve’s. 

 «No no nono, Y/n, listen to me. Is there one thing I know you’re good at then it taking care of others. Sometimes I think it’s all you do, just look at how much you have helped Bucky. You’re caring, gentle and just. There is nothing more a child can wish to have in a mother.» 

 «I don’t know Steve. And what will Bucky say?» Panic rose in her eyes as she said her boyfriend’s name. 

 «You haven’t told him yet?» Steve furrowed his eyebrows, and Y/n gently shook her head. 

 «Well, I know he will be very happy for those news. Trust me on that, it will be a great reason for him to stop going on missions.» Steve joked, hoping to earn anything else than frowns back. 

A small smile tugged at Y/n’s lips, before she picked up her cup to take a sip of her cup.

«Where have you been?» Bucky asked from where he sat on the sofa trying to make sense of the tv show currently playing as she came into the room. 

«With Steve.» She simply answered, before disappearing into the bathroom.

 Bucky just turned back to the tv again, not noting the fact that she was yet again carrying a paper bag in her hands as she slipped into the bathroom.

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The next couple of days Y/n would spend more of her time whispering with Steve than she was with Bucky. 

No matter what time of the day he would go looking for her, he would find her with Steve and as soon as Bucky was within hearing range, they would shut up. Y/n would always look so worried, like she was keeping something from him. The more he thought about it, the worse the thoughts got. 

Were they…? Would Y/n and Steve really do something like that to him? Behind his back? 

On the fourth day Bucky had had enough, walking up to Y/n and Steve as soon as he spotted them together that day. 

 «Wanna tell me what you guys are whispering about?» Bucky demanded as he crossed his arms across his chest. Steve gave Y/n a long hard look before patting her shoulder and giving Bucky a smile, leaving them alone. 

 «Can we go to our room?» Y/n asked as she fidgeted with the hem of her sweater. 

 Bucky gave her a short nod as he followed her closely to their room. As soon as the door closed behind them, his gaze was on her again. 

 «Well?» He asked impatiently, leaning agains the door watching her intently as she grew more and more nervous. 

 «Impregnant.» Y/n mumbled, but Bucky just furrowed his eyebrows not having heard a word she said. 

 «I didn’t quiet hear you there, doll.» She took a deep breath as she met his gaze, looking so fragile where she stood a meter in front of him.  

«I’m pregnant. You’re going to be a dad.» This time Bucky definitely heard her, his eyes growing wide in surprise. He couldn’t get out a word. He was going to be a dad! 

 «I knew you wouldn’t like it.» Y/n’s voice brought him out of his mini shock and into the real world again, where Y/n had started to pace the floor. 

 «Steve was wrong. You don’t want to be a dad.» She said more to herself than to him. 

Quickly Bucky walked the few steps over to her, stopping her in her tracks, as he took her hand in his. 

 «Of course I want to be a dad, doll. You have given me the greatest gift of my life.» His other hand cupped her cheek, making her look into his eyes. 

 «We’re going to be parents.» He whispered, as she saw a smile forming on her perfect lips, pulling her into a hug. 

 «Yeah, we are.» Bucky heard her whisper, as she wrapped her arms around him too. 

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«Okay, so why did you go to Steve first? Don’t tell me it was just because you thought I wouldn’t want to be a dad.» Bucky asked as they cuddled on the bed, Bucky’s normal arm on Y/n stomach protectively.

 «I…» She trailed off, letting out a sigh. «I was afraid of becoming like my mother. That I would treat this baby as she treated me as a child.» A single tear rolled down her cheek, as she looked down at her stomach, her hand coming to lay over Bucky’s hand. 

 «You’re not, Y/n. You know why?» She looked up at him. 

 «Why?» 

 «Because you have me, and because I know you are nothing like your mother at all.» Bucky tenderly placed a kiss on her forehead, wrapping his bionic arm tighter around her. 

 «I did ask him about you wanting to be a dad as well though.» She whispered after a while. 

 «What did he say?» Bucky asked out of curiosity. 

 «That you would use it as a excuse for not going on missions anymore. And that you would be happy.» Y/n smiled as Bucky let out a laugh. 

 «Well he’s not wrong.» Bucky lifted his hand from her stomach to cup her cheek, tilting her head up so he could softly place his lips against yours. 

viva-dee  asked:

Imagine Steve having a birthday with the Commandos. They joke with him about his "birthday" because come on, ain't no way Steve Rogers, apart from Captain America, ACTUALLY has his birthday on the fourth of July and Bucky goes along with it because he thinks the irony is hysterical...

They’re in-between missions at the time, stationed at a dilapidated outpost in the south of France. No one is expecting a lot of American patriotism in these parts, but that doesn’t stop the celebration. They may not have fireworks, but Bucky procures a few bottles of wine in honor of Steve’s birthday, and that works well enough. After splitting a cheap white, Bucky now red cheeked and tipsy, Steve sober as a priest, they offer the rest to the men.

They drink, and joke, and Steve doesn’t even think to bring it up until Bucky says “All things said, we’ve picked worst birthday venues.”

They both take a minute to reminisce about Steve’s fifteenth birthday, predominately spent running away from a few drunken locals, and hiding in a dumpster for the better part of an hour. Against all odds, they found a perfectly intact candle in there, and Steve wished for a new pair of socks and more spacious dumpsters.

When Steve looks up from laughing, Gabe is staring at him.

“Captain, are you telling us that today is your birthday?” Gabe has set down his cup, the rest of the commandos echo his motion in incredulous synchronicity.

Falsworth is the next to open his half gaping mouth. “The fourth of July, Independence day, America’s birthday, that’s your birthday too?”

Steve rubs the back of his neck, already blushing, but before he can explain Jim Morita takes up. “Captain, with all due respect, we’ve seen you shower, we’ve seen you dirty, and we’ve seen you run off to take a piss. You don’t have to put on the show for us. You don’t always have to be Captain America; you can just be Captain Rogers, it’s alright.”  

“No, fella’s I swear, it really is my-“ Steve scrubs a hand down his burning face, he knew this would happen. It was inevitable. “Look, it just so happens to be the one piece of propaganda they got right! I can’t help that I’m-“

“Sergeant,” Gabe turns to Bucky, who’s grinning like a fox in a hen house. “Any truth to this?”

One long swig and Bucky sighs heavily, eyeing Steve sideways. “He’s not lying. I’ve known him long enough for the shock to wear off. Twenty five years ago today, Steven Grant Rogers was born.” And for one shining moment Steve thinks peace has returned to the world. Right up until Bucky’s voice drops to a whisper as he turns his hands dramatically towards the sky.

“Under the light of a bursting firework! Hatched from a bald eagle’s egg at the very top of the Empire State Building, this bouncing blonde baby boy came tumbling down, already swaddled in a flag!” Steve would otherwise demand silence, but honestly, this is brightest Bucky’s eyes have been in the past three weeks. So the bologna story of his birth marches steadily on, and Steve commits the whole thing to memory.  

Happy Birthday to the Star Spangled Man with a Plan! And of course a Happy Fourth of July as well!

I couldn’t help but have Peggy wear one of her own Star Spangled Singer outfits for the occasion! She probably asked Ellie’s dad Wade to help make it as a huge favor and as a way to surprise her parents!

11. it’s just a little crush

Two weeks, two failed dates. 

The first one had been scheduled for the weekend after the fourth of July, but Steve had called him a day ahead to tell him that he wouldn’t be able to make it because he was going out of the country on Avengers business. Bucky had told himself that it was probably for the better, since they’d been planning a hike and there was no way that outdoorsy physical activity with Captain America on a muggy July day had been a bright idea. So he’d wished Steve safely and had gone on with his life. Steve had been back a little over a week later and they’d gone out to a local diner he’d wanted to show Steve. And it had been nice, until Steve had gotten an emergency call in the middle of dinner. Bucky had managed a pained smile in response to Steve’s apologetic face, and that’d been that. They’d texted a bit in between, when Steve wasn’t actively doing whatever he was doing, but it had felt… stilted. 

As much as Bucky had been steadfastly insisting to himself that it didn’t bother him, he was beginning to think that it really did. Apart from the crazy theories that Steve was regretting them and was coming up with wild ways to avoid dates—yes, he knew that wasn’t likely, but his brain loved coming up with worst-case scenarios in the middle of the night—Bucky was beginning to realize just how hard dating Steve was. 

Things were great when he was around, despite their stilted start-and-stop style and their lack of any real sex life. But there were also a lot of times when Steve wasn’t around, for whatever reason. And it would have been fine if he were a businessman or something, but every time he was away Bucky had to worry about him. He had the sinking feeling that Steve was the sort of partner you wouldn’t be able to count on to be there during birthdays or holidays or anniversaries, and the worst part was that it wasn’t out of negligence—it was because he was probably busy getting shot at on the other side of the world. 

Bucky liked to think he was understanding, but he also wasn’t sure that he could handle living like that. And then the thought that he might not be able to handle an actual relationship with Steve, not just the nebulous no-strings thing between them, was enough to make him feel genuinely miserable. 

The brunet sighed and poked listlessly at his eggs, not feeling hungry. He still felt a little drunk from the last couple nights out with his friends, come to think of it. He’d woken up to a text from Steve at 4:00 AM telling him that he was back in New York, and he’d replied with appropriate happiness. Then he’d gone back to sleep and proceeded to ignore the texts that had followed, not feeling up to answering them. (His phone, six inches away and screen-down, gave off accusatory feelings.) It was Sunday morning, he could take a break. The clock above the oven blinked 12:48 at him and Bucky resisted another sigh. Not morning, then, but he still entertained the idea of going back to bed.