#firework night

Also if someone could tell me why we burn models of Guy Fawkes when he was not burned at the stake but hung drawn and quartered that would be great, its always confused me

Remember, Remember the fifth of November,

Gunpowder, treason and Plot

I see no reason,

Why Gunpowder Treason,

Should ever be Forgot.

AN: please be careful today to those celebrating firework night. FIREWORKS ARE NOT TOYS. keep safe. Also I set this story in England with a British reader in mind just because I couldn’t think of anything else that involved fireworks, sorry!!

Summery: Y/N visits their family the week leading up to Bonfire Night, they forget Steve doesn’t like loud noises.

Paring: Steve Rogers x British!GN!Reader (use of nickname “sweets” but no set pronouns).

Warnings: families (reader’s family is sweet though), mentions of Steve suffering from PTSD, fireworks, vulnerable!Steve, mentions of food, mentions of flying and lots of fluff!

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Steve Rogers. Your most caring boyfriend of almost seven years now. You two had the most beautiful relationship. So loving and trusting. Steve felt safe with you, you felt safe with him.

You knew that Steve suffered from PTSD from the war but he hardly showed it. But you knew the anxiety was there. You also knew that his ability to hear things for a mile was destroying and uncomfortable for him.

You hated how he reacted to loud noises, he’d jump, look uncomfortable before desperately searching for you.

If there’s one event you hated, it was anything where fireworks were involved. Steve’s reaction every time broke your heart.

You came from England and you made it a tradition to go back to your hometown every few months, Steve was coming with you this time. You made the mistake of going the week of firework night.

“We don’t have to go, we can go another time. What about the week after?” You suggested, feeling guilty that you had forgotten 5th of November meant the UK set off fireworks in every street.

“No. Sweets. Your family are excited to see you. Let’s not disappoint them, okay?” Steve said gently, stroking your cheek.

The long plain ride was easy enough, You were grateful Steve was willing enough to go with you. You held his hand throughout the flight and through the airport where your family were waiting for you.

“Y/N!!!” They all yelled in unison.

You looked to Steve, who nodded smiling at you, you let go of his hand and with Steve carrying the luggage, you ran straight for your family. Steve smiled at the sight.

“You all remember Steve, right?” You said as you felt Steve stand next to you.

This would be the first time your family met him in the flesh. Of course they had zoom meetings with him. They all stared at him.

“Wow. I never imagined just how gorgeous he actually is,” your cousin breathed.

“Hey! Back off, Mary. He’s mine!” You said, swatting her with your hand, she giggled, Steve smiled.

“It’s an honour to finally meet you all in person,” Steve smiled, wrapping an arm around you.

You all left the airport and went back to your family home.

“Wow, this is your bedroom,” Steve smiled, you turned bright red. Your parents didn’t change anything from when you last lived in your family home.

“Yeah…well. I know. It’s not much, but it’s home,” you smiled, Steve’s smile grew bigger.

“Y/N, honey, i’ll let you two settle in. You must ne shattered . Then we have a table booked at our local restaurant,” your mum said, poking her head around your door.

“Thanks, mum!” You smiled.

——

The week flew in and you and Steve both forgot about the fact that Friday night was bonfire night.

You were cuddling against Steve with the rest of your family around you, all of you sat inside watching the tv, completely unaware it was bonfire night.

You had all forgotten until the first Big Bang happened and Steve jumped sky high.

“You alright, Steve?” Your mum asked, concern through her voice as when he jumped, he accidentally knocked you off him.

“Fine. Sorry, Mrs. Y/L/N. I…don’t react well to loud noises,” Steve admitted, flinching anytime a bang happened.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Steve,” your mum said, giving you both a sad look as the banging became louder, Steve became more unsettled.

“Mum. Dad. Everyone. I think, we’re gonna retire upstairs,” you said gently, your heart breaking as any loud bang happened outside, Steve flinched. “Good night.” You said gently, taking Steve’s hand in your own.

“Night darling. Give me a shout if you need anything,” your mum said gently, you smiled softly as Steve let out a small “good night”.

You gently took Steve upstairs and shut the door behind you.

“I’m sorry, sweets. I know it’s -“ Steve was cut off by one of the loudest bangs of the night, causing a little yell to come from Steve.

“Hey, my darling. Shush. It’s okay. You don’t have to apologise,” you said, gently stroking Steve’s arms.

Steve gave you a small yet grateful smile.

“How about we get in our jammies and cuddle?” You suggested, cursing every person setting off the fireworks.

“I’d like that,” Steve smiled, flinching yet again.

You and Steve got changed into your pyjamas then you both got into bed. You were the big spoon, knowing Steve needed that comfort when he felt vulnerable.

You had your arms lovingly around him, running your hands through his soft golden hair.

“You’re safe with me in my arms, my darling,” you said, feeling Steve begin to shake as you gently rubbed his back with your free hand.

You felt him become a little calmer as you gently hummed a song to him. You smiled softly as you soon heard gentle snores coming from your 6” super soldier boyfriend.

“I love you,” you whispered, kissing the top of his head.