#SteveRogersWeek2022

[somanywords]

*thinks about steve rogers sleeping peacefully on his birthday* *keels over and dies*

also thank you to everyone who worked on @steverogersweek​ -- it’s only day 1 and already i’m having so much fun! 

#steve rogers #captain america #bucky barnes #stucky #stevebucky #steverogersweek2022 #happy birthday king #i love my bestest grandpa #alpine barnes #my art #cassstuff

[reebmiester]

You always stand up, Steve

Day 3: Family @steverogersweek

#steverogersweek2022 #steve rogers #sarah rogers #fanart #she has a middle name now #my art #Art

[buckymilf]

steve was always mama's boy ♥️

day 3: family @steverogersweek

#steve rogers #steve #sarah rogers #steve and his mom #my art #steve rogers art #steve fanart #steverogersweek2022

[barneswilsonrogers]

꧁⭑⭒ happy birthday, steve ⭑⭒꧂

@steverogersweek

#mine #i hope this counts?? lol #samsteve #sam x steve #mcuedit #sam wilson #samwilsonedit #steve rogers #steverogersedit #captain america #steverogersweek2022 #domestic samsteve my beloved #samsteveedit

[unrealwasteland]

@steverogersweek day 2: clothes

→ Steve wearing his dress uniform in The First Avenger

#steverogersweek2022 #steve rogers fanart #captain america: the first avenger #old art tag

[between-a-ship-and-a-hard-place]

Happy Birthday Steve Rogers! Thank you to the mods of @steverogersweek for putting on this lovely event!

a black sky prickled with small lights

Steve/Bucky

Summary: Two hundred-year-old men and their Great American Road Trip.

Rated: M Tags: Canon Divergence - Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Fix-It, Road Trips, Slice of Life, Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, brief panic attack, rated for sexual content, Steve Rogers is not as okay as he thinks, a journey on the path of healing, Till the end of the line

Read it on AO3:

Chapter 1: New York (prompts: Fourth of July & Happy Birthday Steve)

Chapter 2: Ohio (prompts: Lost Item & Clothes)

Chapter 3: Indiana (prompts: Family & Howling Commandos)

Chapter 4: Tennessee (prompt: Food)

Chapter 5: Texas (prompts: Touch & Shield)

Chapter 6: New Mexico (prompt: Art)

#SteveRogersWeek2022 #steve my beloved #stucky #stevebucky #stucky fic #writing things #litanies series

[thedamageofherdays]

A young Steve Rogers and his mother Sarah. Years into the future Steve finds this photograph again and it hits him all over again how much he misses his mother and her unconditional love. The photograph gets a special place in his apartment where he can always look at it when he misses home.

Created for @steverogersweek day 3 prompt "family"

#steve rogers #sarah rogers #steverogersweek2022 #stevie and sarah #captain america #r makes things #r makes arts #r does art #my art #fanart

[cable-knit-sweater]

In Your Warmth I Forget How Cold It Can Be

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Word count: 2k

Notes: Steve- Centric, for @steverogersweek day 1, Prompts: Happy Birthday Steve + 4th of July

Read on Ao3 or below (I promise, promise that it’s much less angsty than the start will make it seem)

“Oh no, oh god”. He can feel it. The icy water quickly coming up around him, flooding the cockpit of the plane at a rapid pace. He thought, he’d hoped, that the crash itself would knock him out. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to think of something else, pretend that he’s not here, that it’s over, trying to stay focused on the fact that soon, so soon he’s going to see Bucky again. But it’s impossible. The freezing water is up to his shoulders now and it won’t be long until he can’t keep his head above water. He tries to keep calm, but he can’t stop the thoughts running through his head.

How long until he can’t breathe anymore? How long is it gonna take him to pass out? How much of feeling this cold seeping into his bones can he take? Something in the ice shifts then, and the plane quickly slides further down, becoming completely submerged. Head under water, he can feel his lungs start to hurt, more than he ever thought they could, even more than the numerous times he’d gotten sick as a child. It won’t be long now. His whole body aches. But right before it all fades to black, he’s not thinking about that, the pain, the cold. He’s just thinking “Soon”.

Steve slowly starts to gain consciousness, feeling the world around him starting to return. He still feels cold. That can’t be right. He’s shaking with it, his whole body trembling. He can’t still be in the water, oh god please please let him not be still in the water. His lungs still hurt, but he can’t help the scream that leaves his mouth. Steve almost doesn’t realize the hurt animal noise that rings in his ears is his own. It takes him a second to realize it’s not garbled by water. So he’s not��? He doesn’t understand, but he’s too afraid to open his eyes.

Right then, his body shifts. He feels something wrap around him, a warmth around his waist, and then his whole back. Through the rushing sounds in his ears, he slowly starts to make out something else. A voice, soft, quiet, slowly getting louder. “Come on Stevie, just wake up. It’s just a bad dream honey, come on, it’s all okay, you’re okay.” He knows that voice. He knows that voice better than anything. “Buck?”, he croaks out.

“Yeah honey, it’s me”, the voice says, followed up by a kiss to the back of his neck. “You ready to wake up now? You coming back to me?”. Steve still is afraid of whatever he’s going to see when he wakes up, but that voice is like a magnet pulling him towards it. He slowly starts to feel, actually feel his surroundings. The warmth at his back, the soft fabric beneath him. He’s in a bed. He’s still hesitating to actually open his eyes. They feel like a weight. He realizes he’s been here before, waking up in a bed after crashing that plane. Waking up in a future that still didn’t have Bucky in it. Was that another bad dream? He’s so confused, he just doesn’t understand. But he decides to brace himself for the worst, and open his eyes.

It’s a room. Not the 40’s army hospital like set he’s woken up in before. It’s a large bedroom, calm, a lot of white and blue. A dresser made out of dark wood, and a painting above it that seems familiar. He slowly takes in the room, the familiarity of it. Then he feels the arm around him grip him a little tighter. “You with me again Stevie?”, what still sounds like Bucky’s voice says. Steve doesn’t feel as frozen anymore, tries to turn around. The arm around him loosens its grip to give him room. When his eyes fall on the person in bed with him, he can’t help but start to sob. “Bucky? Bucky is this…what is…”, he lets out between sobs.

Bucky pulls him in close, starts to kiss away the tears that streak his face. “It’s 2022 Stevie, you’re in our bed, in our apartment in Brooklyn. You found me, remember? And chased me all around the world. We spent some time in Wakanda together, but we thought it was time to come home. You’re home baby, home.” It all starts to sink in, the confused state he woke up in slowly starting to make way for actual wakefulness. It takes him a while, Bucky repeating his words, explaining where and when he is, until he really believes it. He still feels a little cold, but Bucky has wrapped himself completely around him, and where their bodies touch, he feels warmth.

He’s not sure how long they stay like that, but eventually Bucky gives him another kiss, and slowly starts to make a move to get out of bed. “Come on baby”, he says, “let’s get out of bed. I just started making breakfast”.

Steve would like nothing more than to stay in bed, but acquiesces and follows Bucky out of the room. He doesn’t notice that the bedroom door has made a small dent in the wall from when it was thrown open, but once they get to the kitchen, he sees the mess that’s been left there. There’s a pack of flour on the counter, a carton of buttermilk next to the fridge, a cracked egg on their kitchen floor. He looks from the mess to Bucky, who just shrugs and moves to start cleaning up the splashed egg. “Sorry about that. I kinda literally dropped everything”, he says with a soft chuckle.

“Pancakes?”, Steve asks. “Why are you making pancakes? You don’t like to cook.” Bucky looks at him like he’s a little dense. “Well, punk, I don’t. But if you think I’m not making my best guy breakfast on his birthday…” he trails off when he sees that Steve is slowly starting to get it, and walks over to him.

Bucky wraps his arms around Steve’s waist. “Happy birthday Stevie”, he whispers, sealing it with a soft kiss. He doesn’t feel that cold anymore, Bucky’s soft, warm lips on his, his spine tingling. He keeps his eyes closed long after Bucky’s lips have left his. He can feel Bucky’s smile against his face, slowly kissing his eyelids, his cheeks, his jaw.

He opens his eyes when the arms wrapped around him leave, only for one Bucky to grab one of Steve’s hands. “Come on, have a seat, let me make you breakfast and tell you what I’ve planned for today”, Bucky says, a soft, fond smile on his face.

They have breakfast, coffee and - in Steve’s unbiased opinion- the best blueberry pancakes he’s ever had, and Bucky tells him about the plans he’s made for the day. They go to the MET first, which is open on the 4th but mercifully quiet, slowly walking around and taking in the art, mostly being silent, sometimes talking about certain pieces, but with dumb smiles on their faces the whole time. They go back to Brooklyn, go by some of their favorite small bakeries and stores, and take the food to the park to have a small picnic. They sit down on the grass, Bucky with one of his sci-fi novels, Steve sketching Bucky reading. They talk slowly, softly, in between bites of danishes and pieces of fresh fruit, enjoy the warmth of hot July sun shining down on them.

When it gets to late afternoon, they make their way back to the apartment. Steve immediately hears noise coming from their place and wants to do nothing more and rush in to confront the intruders, but Bucky stops him. Bucky opens the door with a sigh, shaking his head. When they step inside, Bucky calls out, with a long suffering sigh “Come on out guys, so much for this being a surprise. After all this time, you’d think that at least one of you remembered the super hearing thing?”

At that, Clint’s head pops out from behind the couch, with an apologetic smile on his face “Sorry?”, he tries, “It’s really hard not to pop a balloon or two…or three. I couldn’t help myself”. Nat walks in from the kitchen, and Sam pops out from somewhere else in the apartment. It’s only then that Steve notices that their place has been decorated. Nat, Clint and Sam come over for a hug and to wish him a happy birthday, and they have cake and a couple of drinks. He’s having a good time with his best friends, sitting next to the love of his life, in their decorated Brooklyn apartment. It’s a good birthday. He feels loved. He can almost forgive them for the red white and blue balloons.

Their friends leave after a couple of hours, right before dinner time. The doorbell rings not long after they’ve left and when Steve goes to open it he assumes it’s Clint, probably having left something behind. But it’s a delivery guy with a couple of pizza boxes. He walks back into the living room with them, leveling Bucky with a questioning look. “So we’re having pizza for dinner?”, he asks.

Bucky grins at him. “Yes we certainly are. It’s the most practical for what we’re doing next.” Next? Steve wants to ask, but Bucky comes over and takes the pizza boxes from his arms, and gestures to follow him. They walk up the fire escape stairs of their building, which is not too dissimilar from the stairs at their old building before the war, stairs they spent hours and hours on together.

When they get to the roof, there are pillows on the floor, a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket, fairy lights strung up all around. Bucky puts the pizza boxes down and grabs his hand, pulls him down onto the soft pillows. “Ohh Bucky…”, Steve whispers, and it takes everything not to cry. Bucky gives him a soft kiss on his cheek.

They have pizza and champagne, snuggled up together. They talk and talk in between bites, until it gets to 8pm. Bucky pushes the boxes away, sits down with his back against the railing that runs around the roof, pulls Steve in so he’s sitting in between Bucky’s legs, his back pressed to Bucky’s front. They’re silent when the fire works start, just looking up in awe at the gorgeous colors that light up the early evening sky. After a while, Bucky pulls him in closer. “You see that? All of that, just for you Stevie”, he whispers into Steve’s ear, just like he told him all those years ago, when they’d spent their 4th of July on the fire escape. There’s nothing stopping tears from running down his face now, not out of fear or sadness like this morning, but happy tears, grateful ones. It’s a great birthday, sitting here on the roof, in his love’s arms, looking at the fireworks, the beautiful sunset above Brooklyn, their home, that follows, feeling like nothing could ever beat this.

They stay on the roof long after the fireworks have ended. It was a hot July day, but out here, on the roof, after the sun has set, it gets a little cold. Bucky covers them both with a blanket. But Steve doesn’t think he really needs it. It’s the best birthday, spending time with his friends, eating good food, looking at art and working on his own, seeing the fireworks and a pretty sunset. Being in the arms of the person he loves most in this world, has always loved, will always love, in this world or any other. It suffuses him with warmth, feelings of love and joy and awe and gratefulness. In that moment, he doesn’t think he’ll ever feel cold again.

#happy birthday to steve rogers 💙💙💙 #steverogersweek2022 #stucky #maya tries to write #this came pouring out of me at 6am this morning so lol it is what it is #fic #so many spelling mistakes 😂 oh well

[groovy-lady]

Happy birthday to The Star-Spangled Man with a Plan: Steve Rogers! Love ya, Cap!🎉

@steverogersweek

#steverogersweek2022 #steve rogers #happy birthday steve rogers

[dreamsinthewitchouse]

It’s the goddamn fight of my life (and you started it)

A Stucky Playlist for Steve Rogers Week — 7 Songs in 7 Days @steverogersweek Day 1: Happy Birthday Steve

Elliot Smith - Between the Bars

Drink up baby, look at the stars I'll kiss you again between the bars Where I'm seeing you there with your hands in the air Waiting to finally be caught

#steverogersweek2022 #steve rogers #stucky #stucky playlist

[reebmiester]

Steve got sick of his onesie avengers suit. He took matters into his own hands.

day 2: clothes @steverogersweek​

#SteveRogersWeek2022 #steve rogers #sewing #stealth suit #my art #Art

[steverogersweek]

Thanks to everyone who participated in Steve Rogers Week! We had so much fun seeing your creations! 💙

Take a look at all of the Day One entries below the cut!

general works:

✪ happy birthday, steve! by lavenderbucky

✪ Feeling Red, White, And Blue by @riverwrites22

✪ Happy Birthday Steve Rogers by @blanket-burrito-bucky

✪ Happy Birthday Steve Rogers by @reebmiester

✪ It's the goddamn fight of my life (and you started it) by @dreamsinthewitchouse

✪ happy birthday steve by @bisxualbucky

✪ Happy Birthday Steve Rogers by @groovy-lady

✪ happy birthday steve by @buckymilf

✪ The skies afire with our history by @amour-de-tous

steve/bucky works:

✪ In Your Warmth I Forget How Cold It Can Be by @cable-knit-sweater

✪ a black sky prickled with small lights (Chapter One: New York) by @between-a-ship-and-a-hard-place

✪ and the fireworks are mine tonight by @steviesunrises

✪ happy birthday steve by @somanywords

✪ The Surprise Party by @buckybeardreams

✪ Love Yourself by @thedamageofherdays

✪ Happy Birthday Steve by @mslaevateinn

✪ to loving by @christywantspizza

✪ But I Got You by @turtle-steverogers

✪ late night rendezvous by lavenderbucky

✪ A Fan For His Fella by @Politzania

✪ Something New by @whenwordsmakesense

steve/reader works:

✪ Birthday by @nekoannie-chan

✪ Happy Birthday Steve by @rodrikstark

steve/sam works:

✪ happy birthday, steve by @barneswilsonrogers

steve/steve works:

✪ Everything I Want, Everything You Need by @duchessonfireao3

steve/tony works:

✪ could we be the sky on your fourth of july? by @meidui

✪ Until We Grow Old by coffee_and_notebooks

#steverogersweek2022 #steve rogers #stony #stucky #samsteve #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fandom #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers fanart #steve rogers edit

[buckymilf]

touch starved steeb

day 5: touching @steverogersweek

#almost couldn't make it #steve rogers #steve #stevebucky #stucky #my art #steve rogers art #steve fanart #steverogersweek2022

[sparkagrace]

new traditions

pairing: steve/bucky author: sparkagrace (@forsureitslove / @ohhsodebonair) word count: 6k rating: M tags: christmas fluff, established relationship, alternate universe - swimming, alternate universe - no powers, grief/mourning, steve rogers feels

summary:

Steve spends his first Christmas with Bucky. There's some old traditions and maybe some new ones.

I wrote a little something as part of @steverogersweek. This is for Day 4's prompt: traditions.

This is a semi-sequel to lane lines but can be read as a standalone.

#SteveRogersWeek2022 #stevebucky fic #stucky au #steve x bucky #stucky fanfic #my fic #lane lines

[steviesunrises]

– Lines from Mookie Katigbak-Lacuesta's poem, As Far as Cho-Fu-Sa.

For @steverogersweek Day 7: Favorite Quote.

The whole poem can be found under the cut

As Far as Cho-Fu-Sa by Mookie Katigbak-Lacuesta

“If you are coming down the narrows of the river Kiang,

Let me know beforehand and I will come out to meet you

As far as Cho-Fu-Sa.” –Ezra Pound

What I am ever is this: composure of stone.

Spare weather, visiting the garden, small as the hours

I keep watch by. Beyond this wall

must be better weathers. This claw of stars

must constellate somewhere into a bear,

else names would lie.

Since winter’s thaws, no script from you

save this: I travel the river and follow

the white gulls.

Husband. See me walking the dusty pass

where loom our prior lives?

Here the years pass that I enshrine

within these walls, sparing nothing

from the ardors of my stare: blue plums

paired butterflies repeat you

in a walled world. I tell myself

to clear the moss, mend the gate

so long unswayed and caked with dirt

but nothing moves. Somewhere

you are actual. Happen to me there.

#riv edits #steve rogers #bucky barnes #steverogersweek2022 #stucky #i personally just love how the poem speaks to the past #that it is frozen in time #and no matter how much the speaker wants to return they cant #'but nothing moves' – they try to revisit and mend the past to no effect #thus they must go somewhere their husband (and they) are actual #it fits steve and bucky so much

[dharmasharks]

For @steverogersweek day 5 prompt: Touch Rating: Explicit Word count: 3,550 | complete

Relationship: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Tags: Pre-Captain America: The First Avenger, Historical References, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers Feels, Jewish Bucky Barnes, Pining, Sexual Tension, Unapologetic Fascist Punching, Making Out, Blowjobs, a dash of blasphemy maybe Summary:

“It’ll be alright,” Steve promises, because with Bucky’s hand on him, it feels like it will be.

“Easy for you to say. You’re not even—you’re never scared of anything.”

“Course I am.”

That fear is worse when he can’t see Bucky’s face, can’t know if his eyes are eager or wide. When Steve doesn’t know what he’ll do, can’t know what will happen next. But he reaches anyway until he can frame Bucky’s jaw with light fingers. Until he can rest his thumb over the familiar dimple in his chin.

That’s the thing about bravery, right? Doesn’t mean you aren’t afraid. It’s what you do when something’s worth fighting for, even if it terrifies you.

—

Steve faces the unknown during a wartime blackout.

#steverogersweek2022 #stucky fic #Pre-serum Steve Rogers #pre-ca:tfa #stucky #my fic