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!(: 

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!!!

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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.”

“Perfect.”

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.”

“But-”

“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.”
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“HOW COME THEY GET A LIMO?”

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.

“ALRIGHT PEOPLE! YOU GOT TEN MINUTES TO GET PREPARED. NOW, GO GO GO!”
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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-”

“Y/N!”

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.”

Your Desk is a Mess Part 10

Summary: In which Y/N gradually (and awkwardly) spends a lot more time with her office mate than she bargained for (Office AU).

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Part Ten

Steve walked into the office the next day, coffee in hand, and a very confused expression on his face. You hadn’t met him on the bus as you usually did, and in the building you were nowhere to be seen. He scanned the room as he entered, seeing Natasha and Bucky talking about something or other. Letting out a disappointed sigh, he sat down by his desk.

“What’s got you in such a mood today?” Bucky asked, looking at his friend with a half-amused, half-concerned expression on his face.

“Uh, nothing. Overslept. Busy morning,” he replied, a small smile on his lips.

Natasha glanced at her watch, before cursing.

“I’d better be off, then,” she said, looking at Bucky. 

He nodded.

“Call me, though, yeah?”

Yeah,” she replied, smiling. 

She had almost passed Steve when he looked up.

“Oh, uh, Natasha, do you know where Y/N is? I, uh, I have some numbers for her,” Steve said. Natasha stopped, turning to face the two men.

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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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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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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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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.”

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!