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@marvelingatthecaptain
This is art. This is poetry.
Agreed!!
Listen,,,,, if you don’t think that Steve Rogers is a hardcore Irish Catholic then I’m sorry but you’re wrong and he definitely tags his Ash Wednesday selfie with #avengerskickash
Steve Rogers has a devotion to Saint Michael the archangel pass it on
Yes yes I like this. Also everyone tries to sniff him every Sunday because it is no longer just Steve Rogers Good Smell ™ but Steve Rogers and Incense Good Smell ™ and he knows the Latin better than all the little old Church ladies
Listen,,,,, if you don’t think that Steve Rogers is a hardcore Irish Catholic then I’m sorry but you’re wrong and he definitely tags his Ash Wednesday selfie with #avengerskickash
Dear Mutuals Who Have Mutuals Who are Steve Rogers/Captain America Fans:
I finally wrote/shared a Steve Rogers x Reader ficlet! I'm rather proud of it, but it's not finding readers in the Tolkien circles.
FIREWORKS (Steve Rogers x Reader)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Please help it find an audience and reblog it for the Cap fans to find.
Thank you! :)
Happy Birthday to you! Love your campfire party idea! I’d like to request a drabble about Steve Rogers/Captain America.
Thank you so much!
Thank you for the request, @zeldastrife, and for giving me a chance to dream about my favorite superhero of all time! <3 I really enjoyed writing this and I hope you and others will love it just as much. :)
Content/Genre: Marvel; Gen fluffy summer romance
Fireworks
Steve Rogers x Reader
Ever since you were a child, the fireworks show has always been your favorite part of the annual Fourth of July picnic. But now they were merely a convenient cover that allowed you to fixate on the sight you truly wished to openly stare at.
He must have seen so many firework displays in his long lifetime, and with him being a war veteran (a gross understatement), you wondered if the sound of the roaring, cracking explosions bothered him. But the relaxed expression on his face, tipped toward the brightly, colorfully lit night sky, gave no indication of discomfort.
Dressed in a plain gray t-shirt, jeans, and a Brooklyn Dodgers baseball cap, Steve passed for a run-of-the-mill all-American, allowing him to spend the entire day mingling with the rest of the townsfolk, quietly charming everyone with his gracious, easy manners, but never drawing prolonged attention to himself.
Who would ever expect Captain America to attend a small town, middle-of-nowhere celebration on such a significant holiday? No one would ever believe it, and none of the folks who had looked the living legend right in the face and spent several minutes chatting him up suspected a thing.
You yourself could still barely believe the entire day, or any of the past few weeks that led up to the present moment, was actually real. Steve Rogers was your date. Your love life catapulted from a woeful, lonely drought to dating literally the most perfect man in the entire nation. To think you had nearly turned him down for fear that this was all an elaborate prank or some cosmic joke. But thank God, truly, for the sudden, miraculous ability to not let your deep-seated anxieties get in the way this one time.
Steve’s renowned bravery was slowly rubbing off you; you could tell. Every moment you spent in his company, you felt yourself becoming more comfortable and confident in your own skin, as though you were learning to see in yourself what he probably saw in you. Good things that he decided were worth his time and interest.
That courage began to stir and bubble up inside you while you continued to watch Steve watch the fireworks. You knew he was a staunch gentleman, forever rooted in his old-fashioned ways. Four dates in and he's never done anything more than hold your hand or give you gentle hugs.
He would not like a girl who’s too forward. The brazen courage smothered down the nagging warnings in your head. Or just give it a try, this braver side of you proposed.
You reached across the small distance between you and slipped your hand over his arm, folded across his chest. His intent blue eyes immediately shifted to you, and the smile he gave made your heart stutter.
Before your courage could get snuffed out, you rose on your toes and swiftly planted a kiss on his clean-shaven cheek.
“Happy Birthday, Steve. I hope you had fun today.”
With the daring deed done, your electrified nerves shorted out, and your gaze fell to the ground, heavy with growing shame. Hopefully the memory of that one kiss would be worth it, if this was to be the end.
His strong hand closed around yours, squeezing gently, returning your strength to you. That hand then shifted to the small of your back, drawing you against him.
“Today was…” His fingers ghosted across your jawline before resting, lingering underneath your chin. Your own hands came up to his chest, your head was spinning and you so badly needed to steady yourself. Suddenly you noticed his heart was racing, pulsing furiously underneath your palm.
“...perfect.” His chest heaved as he finally finished his sentence, and for a fleeting, ridiculously giddy moment right before he pressed his warm lips on yours, you realized that Captain America had been rendered nervous and breathless. Just for a moment, but it was all because of you.
This limited edition Marvel fic is a gift written as part of SotWK's Summer Campfire Sleepover 2024. (Requests accepted only on July 11-15, 2024.)
Aah, this is so sweet and gentle and kind! Steve truly is the most handsome Avenger!
Many thanks!
COUNTDOWN TO STEVE'S 106TH BIRTHDAY posting my favorite steve things to celebrate
day 1: his fighting style includes flipping around and being dramatic and destroying motorcycles for no reason
COUNTDOWN TO STEVE'S 106TH BIRTHDAY
posting my favorite steve things to celebrate!
day 5: happy birthday to our smiley boy ❤🤍💙
Happy 106th (or 40th?) birthday to Steve Rogers, who has the sweetest smile 🥰
@fluffystevefest Day 4: Birthday
steve being a dilfy king 😌🫶🏼✨
HOW HAVE I NEVER SEEN THIS PIC??? 🥵
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PEGGY CARTER APPRECIATION WEEK: day four - favorite romance (insp)
Who’s afraid of little old me? YOU SHOULD BE.
Late Night Celebrations Work Calls
“Peggy? What are you doing?”
“Chester called. There’s a…situation at the headquarters that needs to be resolved urgently.”
“At 11:30 in the night? Can’t it….”
“Darling, you know he wouldn’t have called if it wasn’t important.”
She heard him sigh audibly behind her. She dressed quickly, trying to quash her disappointment at the fact that she was probably going to be working right through their wedding anniversary.
She stowed her gun into its holster and grabbed her files. Steve appeared in the doorway. “Phillips has sent a cab, it’s waiting outside.”
Peggy made her way to the living room, her husband trailing after her.
She stopped at the door and turned around, regret written all over her face. “Steve, I…”
“Hey, Peg. It’s alright."He murmured, his fingers gently tracing her cheeks. She allowed herself to sink into his arms, and reveled in the warmth of his embrace. "We’ll celebrate later, okay? S.H.I.E.L.D needs its Director right now.”
She smiled ruefully, allowing him to lead her to the cab waiting outside. As the cab sped off into the cold night, she took a moment to thank whichever deity was out there for returning Steve to her, before turning to her companion.
“Now tell me Mr Jarvis, whom do we have to chase after tonight?”
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BONUS
He blinked blearily, wondering what had woken him up. Beside the bed, he could make out a dark silhouette leaning over him.
“You made it.”
Peggy smiled.
“Yes I did, Darling. Happy Wedding Anniversary.”
He pushed himself up on his elbow. “Happy Anniversary, my dear wife.”
Peggy grinned and leaned forward.
“Now I believe you owe me something, Captain.”
Steve smiled before reaching for her. He was never one to disobey the Director’s orders anyways.
just like we practiced.
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AVENGERS: AGE OF ULTRON (2015) —
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Civil War (2016) || Infinity War (2018)
If that’s the case then why is your conscience burdened with guilt? Why must you justify yourself to strangers?
You won’t find healing or peace by lashing out or by sentencing your child to death. You’re only hurting yourself and hiring someone to kill a helpless, innocent person with no say in her or his situation.
May God help you and any children you conceive.
@anon: Their right to life trumps your bodily autonomy. You can kill someone in self defense if they are actively attacking you, but an unborn child is innocent and defenseless. They aren’t attacking you just by their existence. You can’t kill a drowning child who is clinging to you in a pool just because they’re violating your bodily autonomy. Shoving them off of you as they drown would be seen as cruel.