#dad!steve rogers

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daddy day care// steve rogers

pairing: dad!steve rogers x reader, slight bucky barnes x reader (platonic)

summary: when bucky goes on a mission and it goes wrong causing him to become a 6 year old boy once again who better to look after him than his two best friends.

warnings: none currently

a/n: guess who's back! i'm finally writing again and im so happy! ive been so busy with college and work but as it's christmas i've had time to write. i am currently working on my first request and i'm so excited for you to read it but first have this fic!

Y/N and Steve were sat in the living room watching TV when their four year old daughter, Sarah Jamie Rogers, came rushing into the room clutching one of her teddies and she had a silver princess crown on her head. 

“Daddy, when's uncle Bucky going to be back?” She asked.

“Either tonight or tomorrow princess,” Steve said.

“Ughh, okay” Sarah groaned

“Why baby what’s wrong” Y/N said to her daughter who was now pouting slightly.

“I need someone to play tea parties with” Sarah stated as if it was common knowledge.

“I can play with you princess all you have to do is ask” 

“No I don’t want to play with you, you don’t play it properly”

“Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t realise you could play tea parties wrong” Steve said jokingly, poking his daughters ribs causing her to giggle but then she stopped and wore a sad expression on her face once again. 

“You don’t wear the princess crown or the b-b-”Sarah stutters, looking to her mum for help. 

“Boa baby” Y/N said.

“Boa and without it it’s just not the same” Sarah said slightly whining. 

“Well, I’m sure when Buck gets back I’m sure he will want to play with you” Steve said, pressing a kiss on her forehead, “But until then why don’t me, you and mummy have a movie afternoon and I’ll go get some snacks and we can cuddle hmm?” 

“Yeeeaaahhh” Sarah yelled loudly, jumping onto the sofa elbowing Steve in his crotch causing him to grunt, standing up slowly and walking out the door. 

-

It had been two days since Bucky, Sam and Tony were due home from their mission and it was causing Steve and Y/N to worry none of them were answering their phones or had even contacted anyone in those two days.

“I’m worried they should have been back ages ago” Steve said pulling Y/N in closer rubbing his thumb up and down her arm absentmindedly.

“I know, if we don’t hear from them by tomorrow we will start to panic okay” Y/N said, pressing a kiss to his cheek. 

-

The next morning Steve and Y/N are awoken by loud banging on their bedroom door. Steve gets up and opens the door to see Sam stood panting.

“You’re back, what took so long,” Steve said, pulling Sam into a hug.

“Yeah um about that, we had a slight problem. Tony tried to fix it but without his tech he couldn’t so we had to come back”

“Why, what happened?” Y/N said standing next to Steve.

“It’s hard to explain, it’ll be easier to just show you” Sam said as he turned and rushed down the corridor. 

As Y/N and Steve entered the living room they saw Tony with his back to the two of them talking to Pepper who seemed slightly stressed but no Bucky in sight and that’s when Y/N heard it, the sound of tiny feet running across the floor and the sound of a small child's laughter. 

Y/N turned expecting to see Sarah except she saw a small brunette boy with bright blue eyes, Bucky.

“What the hell happened on that mission” 

“He may or may not have temporarily been captured by Hydra” Sam muttered 

“What!” 

“They have developed a new weapon, they used it on Bucky and when we found him he was a child” 

“So how do we fix this?” Steve asked as he watched Bucky jump onto the sofa giggling. 

“I’ll have to see what they actually did to him before I can reverse it, so it’s going to take a while,” Tony said.

“Okay, so what do we with him until then because he can’t be left alone, he’s a kid” Y/N said 

 “Well…” Tony said looking between Y/N and Steve, “I think it’s pretty clear who should look after him”

“I mean he isn’t wrong” Sam said “You two do actually have a kid that’s around the same age as Bucky”

“So does Tony” Y/N said

“Technically Morgan is older and I can’t look after him as well as try and reverse what they did all at the same time” 

“Maybe it would be good for us to look after him, he is your best friend and it will be good for Sarah to be around someone her age a bit more. We both know she misses Bucky” Y/N said as she turned to Steve.

“Okay, we will look after him” Steve said, pressing a kiss to her forehead. 

-

It had been three hours since Bucky returned and to say Y/N and Steve had their work cut out. Bucky was a ball of energy and with the serum it made it 20 times worse and when he was put in a room with Sarah and the two were wild. The two had always been close and when they were together they were always up to something and causing some sort of trouble and now they were the same age it was worse, mainly because Bucky now had the same energy levels as Sarah so he wasn’t getting tired as quickly so he could run around just as much as she could now. 

Y/N and Steve were laying on the sofa with her head resting on his lap as he rubbed her forehead slowly with his thumb. 

“Are you feeling okay? You don’t look so good” Steve said looking down at Y/N.

“Yeah just tired, they’ve just worn me out” 

“You sure, you’re not getting sick or anything are you?” 

“No, just tired. I think it’s cause I don’t have the serum but all three of you do” Y/N said, smiling up at Steve.

“Okay but if your tired go to sleep sweetheart”

“I’m okay, I just need to relax a little” Y/N said, although within twenty minutes she was fast asleep. 

-

It was the next morning and Y/N was standing in the kitchen making Bucky and Sarah breakfast whilst Steve was on a run, suddenly Y/N was hit by a wave of nausea. Holding back the urge to be sick when Sam came into the kitchen. Tony was slowly getting closer to solving what happened to Bucky and is working on something to bring Bucky back to how he should be.-=

“Can you keep an eye on the food and the kids please” Y/N asked Sam trying to talk quickly to get to the toilet quicker. 

“Yeah, you okay?” Sam asked with a concerned tone in his voice.

“Um maybe” Y/N said as she walked quickly to the toilet. 

She opened the door and kneeled in front of the toilet, shutting the door with her foot. 

“Hey, Y/N you okay?” 

Y/N recognised that voice from anywhere, Nat. Nat had become Y/N’s best friend, she was the reason her and Steve were together, for every big moment Nat was there. Her and Steve’s wedding, the proposal, Y/N finding out she was pregnant with Sarah, Sarah’s birth. It only made sense for her and Bucky to be Sarah’s godparents. 

Nat could hear her being sick and knew she hated it luckily she didn’t really have that problem with Sarah’s pregnancy. “Oh, Y/N.” Nat said, pulling her hair into a ponytail and tying it with the hairband she had on her wrist. “I know, just get it all out” She said, rubbing her back slowly. 

After a few minutes, Y/N sat up and leant against the wall next to Nat. “I think I might have food poisoning, I told Tony the chicken didn’t look cooked” Y/N said wiping her mouth with some tissue. 

“Babe, we all had the chicken and your the only one that’s ill” Nat said, that’s when it hit Y/N.

Her period was a few days late. She felt sick. Her hormones have been slightly out of whack but she assumed it was having another child around causing her to be slightly more reactive. But now that she thinks about the symptoms as a group she realises she felt the same around 5 years ago. When she found out she was pregnant with Sarah. 

Y/N jumped up and rushed to the bathroom that was connected to her and Steve’s bedroom with Nat following behind her. She could hear Nat calling her name but the adrenaline currently rushing through her veins. She rushed over to the sink and dropped to her knees and began rummaging through the cupboard. As she reached into the back corner that was when she felt the box. She opened the box and pulled out the white package. 

It had been 3 minutes and Nat was sat on the bathroom with Y/N. Y/N reached over to the white stick that rested near her feet. She picked it up and flipped it over. 

Pregnant.

Tears filled Y/N’s eyes as she felt Nat pull her into a hug. She wrapped her arms around Nat. Y/N wasn’t even sure how to feel, she felt overwhelmed. Would Steve be happy? How is Sarah going to react? And then there’s Bucky. Y/N is currently looking after two children and it’s hard work. Would she cope with three?

“Hey, look at me. It’s all going to be okay” Nat said as she wiped the tears off Y/N’s cheek with her thumb. Nat could tell that Y/N was overwhelmed. It happened when she found out she was pregnant with Sarah. Her mind just goes into overdrive thinking about all the possible outcomes, some good but some bad. 

The door opened causing Y/N and Nat to look towards it and saw Steve. 

“Hey, what's going on in here? It looks slightly dodgy. Should I be concerned?” Steve said as he walked into the bathroom leaning against the wall opposite the girls. 

“You should always be concerned rogers, you wife is sexy”

“Oh really Romanoff? I haven’t noticed” Steve said as he leant down to press a kiss onto Y/N’s lips, using his index finger to tilt her chin up. That’s when Steve noticed the white stick laying on the floor. 

“Y/N?” Steve said with a questioning tone in his voice “Is this what I think it is?” Y/N nodded quickly. Steve had never been so happy, his smile grew and he placed another kiss on her lips. Nat knew they needed a moment alone so she left and went to spend time with Sarah. 

He had always wanted a family pre-serum but after he came out of the ice he lost the desire. He couldn’t see himself having children with or marrying anyone other than Peggy. That was until he met Y/N. She changed him for the better and everyone around him noticed it, especially Bucky. When he came back from Wakanda he was finally ready to meet the girl his best friend wouldn’t shut up about and to say all three were nervous would be an understatement. Steve wasn’t sure what he would do if the two most important people in his life would get on but he couldn’t have been any further from the truth. The two immediately got on like a house on fire, if anything they got on two well. It was common for the two to pick on Steve. Especially once Sarah was born. It was Y/N’s idea to give Sarah the middle name Jamie in honour of Bucky. He saved Steve’s life multiple times and for that naming her child after him was the least Y/N could do. 

-

It had been a week since the pair found out they would be welcoming another life into the world. They were both laying in bed with Sarah in between them with Steve subtly rubbing Y/N’s stomach when they heard a knock at the door. Sarah immediately jumped up and opened the door. 

“Hey uncle Tony”

“Hey kiddo, where’s your parents?” Tony said, shocked slightly by the small person that opened the door.

“What do you need Tony?”  Steve said, standing behind Sarah with Y/N next to him. 

“I’ve done it, I can bring him back” Tony said, being careful what he said not knowing how much Sarah knew about the Bucky situation. 

“Are you sure?” Y/N asked, “It won’t hurt him will it?”

“Well I mean it might a little bit but it won’t cause any more damage to him” Tony said as Sarah ran off and grabbed her doll that was laying on the floor.

“That’s great, when can you do it?”

“Now. Where is he?” 

“Uh, terrorising Peter with Sam” 

“Okay let’s go save the kid and sort out that issue” Tony said as three of them leave with Sarah following behind, although she notices Nat and immediately runs to her. 

-

When they entered Tony’s lab Y/N was holding Bucky in her arms. Tony walked over to the two with a vial with a clear liquid in and handed it to Y/N. She placed Bucky on the floor and Bucky turned to look up at Steve.

“Stevie” Bucky said causing Steve to bend down onto one knee to be at Bucky’s eye level.

“Yeah buddy”

“I don’t want to drink the nasty liquid”

“I know but if you want to be back to yourself then you need to”

“What if I like being small? I don’t want to be big” Bucky exclaimed causing Steve to chuckle. “And Sarah will be sad she told me she likes me being little cause we can play all day” 

“I know but Sarah will have a new friend in about 8 months so she will be okay” Steve said quietly ruffling Bucky’s hair. Bucky looked slightly confused at first but then realised what they meant, Y/N was pregnant. 

“Hey, Bucky. I know you are feeling scared but I promise we would never do anything to hurt you, it will just be a little uncomfortable. We just need to get the old Bucky back” Tony said, kneeling next to Steve. The two had a complicated relationship and it took a while but eventually the two managed to put aside all the drama and tension  and are now civil. 

Bucky took the vial into his hand and poured it down his throat. He felt the liquid run through his body causing him to grunt.

-

Steve and Y/N walked into the living room where Nat and Peter were sat on the floor playing with Sarah. 

“Hey, there’s our little princess. Are you having fun?” Steve said as he picked Sarah up who came crashing into him.

“Yeah, we were playing princesses”

“I can tell” Y/N said looking at Peter who had a crown on his head and a tutu. 

“UNCLE BUCKY” Sarah screamed, wriggling out of Steve’s grip and colliding into Bucky’s legs. 

“Hey munchkin” Bucky said as he scooped up Sarah. 

“How are you big again” Sarah asked squeezing Bucky’s cheeks together

“Uncle Tony helped me out so now we can play again”

“But I liked when you were small, we could play more” Sarah said whining slightly.

“I know munchkin but we can still play, I will always play with you. You know that” Bucky said, pressing a kiss on her forehead.

Y/N looked over to Steve after seeing Sarah’s putty lip she felt guilty. She knew it was the hormones but there was one thing she knew would cheer up Sarah.

“Steve”

“Yeah baby” He said, wrapping an arm over her shoulders, looking down slightly at her.

“I think we should tell her” 

“You sure?”

“Yeah plus she will probably get suspicious soon” 

“Hey, it’s up to you. If you think we should tell her then we’ll tell her” Steve said pressing a kiss onto Y/N’s lips.

“Sarah, baby come here for me please”   

Bucky placed Sarah on the floor and she skipped over to her parents who were now sat on the sofa. 

“Hey princess”

“Hi mumma” Sarah says as she is placed between the two of them.

“We have something to tell you” Steve said 

“What is it?”

“You know how Peter is Morgan’s big brother?” 

“Yeah uncle Tony adopted him”

“Yeah exactly so how would you feel if you were to be a big sister in about 8 months” Y/N said, studying Sarah’s reaction which was a very confused one. 

“Mumma has a baby in her tummy” Steve said causing Sarah’s jaw to drop.

“A baby? How did it get there?” Sarah asked Y/N

“We will explain it when you are older princess” Y/N said chuckling as she kissed Sarah on the forehead. 

Sarah looked down at Y/N’s stomach for a few seconds and then lent in closer to it placing a kiss on her mum’s belly. 

“I love you baby”

[babyjakes]

forever and a day | 53. accident.

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summary | a story in which america’s favorite captain gives a new life and family to a five-year-old girl who has suffered well beyond her years at the hands of hydra.

characters | dad!steve rogers, girl/willa rogers (original character)

warnings | AU similar enough to OU to include spoilers to many Marvel movies (Age of Ultron and beyond). action and fight scenes with violence and killing. injuries/mild gore. mature themes related to and semi-graphic depictions of child abuse/neglect, past CSA and CSM, and their aftermath (emaciation, wounds, scarring, etc). medical abuse (including sterilization) and experimentation. ptsd/trauma symptoms in a child (developmental discrepancies, de-humanized behavior, detachment, extreme fears). medical treatment of CSM and other aftermath of abuse.trauma-informed therapeutic treatment of ECT. minor mentions of disordered eating. themes relating to abuse of power/authority and immoral interrogation tactics including SA (with brief depictions.) evil!Tony Stark.

[Bucky]

The sound of the doorbell ringing in the middle of the night rouses me from my usual restless slumber. Grunting as I twist from my side to my back on my mattress, I stare at the ceiling as my mind takes several moments to adjust to being awake again. Who the hell could that be? I think to myself, my heart beginning to pound lightly in my chest as anxiety builds in my throat. I don't know who would come knocking at an hour like this, but given my past, I'm heavily inclined to be skeptical.

Forcing myself up to a sitting position, I glance over at the red numbers of my alarm clock glowing faintly in the dark. 2:49am. What on earth?

Dragging myself out of bed, I switch on my bedside lamp, fumbling around on the ground to find an overshirt and throwing it on over my pajamas before walking slowly out of the room. I make my way up to the front of the apartment slowly, putting on as few lights as possible for myself in an attempt to minimize the amount that can be detected from outside. By the time I reach the front door, my whole body is shaking. Cursing the fact that I have no peephole or window to see out easily, I clear my throat, asking firmly through the thick wood, "Who's there?"

Almost too quiet to detect, a muffled voice responds, "Bucky? I-it's Willa. C-can I-... c-can you-... sorry, sorry for b-bothering you." Realizing who it is, my entire body relaxes as I let out a sigh of relief. I immediately undo the locks and open up the door to find the poor thing shivering out in nothing but her light blue teddy bear pajama shirt and undies, carrying a mess of bedsheets at her feet. Her cheeks are bright red and stained with tears, her big green eyes glancing up shamefully towards me.

"Willa- hi," I murmur, a bit stumped by her appearance. "Hi sweetheart, are you alright? What're you doing up so late, hmm?" I ask, ushering her in the door. Closing it behind her and kneeling down to her level, I look over her once more. Noticing that her underwear are soaked through, with her matching pajama pants balled up along with the mess of sheets, the dots start connecting in my head; she probably had an accident in her sleep. I still don't know, though, how or why she ended up at my door.

"'m sorry. D-did I wake you up? 'm so sorry," she mumbles, her head hanging lamely as she sniffles.

"It's okay, bunny. Don't worry about it," I tell her gently, unsure of what to do or say. "Are you okay, sweetie? What're you doing here? Does Steve know where you are?" At the man's name, the girl flinches slightly, shaking her head.

"'m sorry. Tried t-to do it by m'self but c-couldn't reach," she rambles as a few more tears make their way down her flushed cheeks. "Please don't tell D-Daddy. He'll be s-so mad."

"What do you mean, doll? Couldn't reach what?" I ask, leaning my face in a bit closer and raising my brow sympathetically at her.

Keeping her gaze on the floor, she whimpers, "Th-the machine, to wash m-my sheets. W-wet them... while I was s-sleeping. H-had a nigh'mare. Don't beat me, please. Please don't." More tears drip down her nose and onto the floor as she quivers, my heart breaking at her pleas.

"No sweetie, I won't beat you. You're alright, doll," I soothe warmly, reaching out to rub her back lightly. Jumping, she sniffles as she eyes my arm warily, clearly not trusting my gentle touch. "It's okay to have accidents, Willa. No one's gonna hurt you for it; I certainly won't. You need help cleaning up your sheets?" I ask. She nods defeatedly. "Okay. We can wash them in my machine, okay? Your pajama pants, too, and your undies. And we can get you cleaned up too, kiddo. How does that sound?" I offer.

"Y-yes please," she agrees quietly. Giving her a smile, I carefully take the contents of her hands from her.

"Alright missy, follow me," I tell her as I rise to my feet, walking back through the apartment to the washer and dryer, which are tucked in a closet by the bathroom. Willa trails behind me silently with her head still lowered, a stray tear still making its way down her face every once and a while.

Opening up the folding closet doors, I load what the child gave me into the top machine before crouching down again at her height, asking softly, "Could I get you a big t-shirt to wear while we wash your clothes? That way you can still keep covered up," I offer, not wanting to ask her to give up the underwear until she has something else to cover herself with. Receiving a nod, I stand again, going into one of the baskets of clean clothes I've yet to put away from my last cycle that sits in the closet beside the stacked machines.

"Here, how about this," I try, pulling out an old maroon shirt that seems like it'll fit her somewhat like a dress. She nods as I hand it to her, suggesting, "How about I cover my eyes and turn around while you get changed. Is that okay?" I ask carefully, not wanting to cross the little girl's boundaries. She nods warily as I give her a comforting smile, covering my eyes as promised with both of my hands and turning around.

I can hear quite shuffling as the child gets changed. After a few moments, she tells me, "'m done."

"Okay bug," I hum as I turn back around and uncover my eyes, taking her soiled clothes off the ground and loading them with the rest in the machine. Measuring out some detergent and popping it in the washer as well, I hit the button to start the cycle, the cheery chimes of the machine sounding as the water begins whirring inside. Turning back to the little girl, I crouch down again to her height, my heart aching as she winces slightly. "If you want, you can use my bathtub to get cleaned up. I don't have baby wipes, but I can give you a washcloth and some soap and you can use the tub's faucet. Does that sound alright?" She nods silently as her wide eyes gaze into mine, seeming relieved that she'll be allowed to do it on her own.

"Alright bunny, this way," I tell her as I rise back up to a standing position, guiding her over and into the bathroom. Switching the light on, I make my way over to the tub and get the water running, making sure it's a comfortable temperature for her before stepping back over to the cabinet under the sink and pulling her out a clean washcloth. Willa stands sheepishly in the doorway, watching my every move as I prepare the things for her, grabbing a big fluffy towel and setting it down right outside the tub. "Here's the soap I have; it's some really nice hand-made stuff I got at the market," I tell her as I place the bar down on the edge of the tub along with the cloth. "Okay sweetheart, how about I go back out into the living room and let you get cleaned up, and you can come join me when you're done," I propose.

"N-no beating?" she mumbles quietly, still frightened that she might be punished for her mistake.

"No babydoll, no beating," I promise her. "You did a good job, coming and asking for help," I add, remembering something Steve had told me about her therapy and exposure work. While it would've made a lot more sense for her to seek out Steve instead of me, the fact that she asked anyone at all is progress. "Willa, can I ask you a question?" I ask slowly, not wanting to overwhelm her or make her fears escalate. Her eyes widen slightly, but she nods. "Honey, why didn't-... why didn't you ask Steve?" I question softly. "If you're worried that I might beat you, too, then... what difference did it make?"

Her gaze falls to the floor as she trembles in the doorway, swallowing hard before revealing her answer. "D-don't... don't want Daddy to beat m-me," she whispers. "P-pounded that guy's face in... h-he could hurt me really b-bad." My heart breaks at her revelations, but they make sense, so I nod. She does have a point. While I was mutilated to be a super soldier like Steve, it's no secret that he's the stronger of the two of us. If Willa's train of thought was that either way she would be beaten, and she was just trying to avoid as much damage as possible, her choice makes sense.

"Little dove," I breathe sadly, not even sure where to begin. "Sweetie, Steve would never hurt you; he'd never beat you. He loves you so much, so, so much, and he'd never do something like that," I tell her, but I know that her worries are deeply engraved in her brain, and that it'll take a lot more time and experience than just simple words to put them at ease. "Everyone has accidents, honey. Everyone does when they're little, especially when they've gone through as many scary things as you have," I reason. "Steve knows that; he would never be angry with you for it. He'd do the same thing I'm doing, help you clean up and wash the sheets. That's all," I coo, wishing I could prove it to her. "Bunny, you're always welcome to come to me for help. I'll always do my best to help you. But Steve wants to help you too, Willa. That's what he's there for; that's what Daddy's are for."

Willa sniffles and I sigh, deciding that at this point it's probably wisest to just let the poor thing get clean before pursuing any further discussion on the matter. "Here, I'll let you wash up," I tell her as I step past her out into the hallway, closing the door over behind me before heading back out into the living room.

As I continue to listen to the water run faintly from the bathroom, I pull my phone out from my pocket, unlocking it and pulling up Steve's contact. As much as I hate going against Willa's wishes, I think the smartest thing to do would be to have him come down here and address the situation as soon as possible. Besides, I don't want him to wake up and find her missing; that would scare the shit out of him. Letting out a deep sigh, I hit his number, a call popping up and ringing only a few times before there's an answer.

"Buck?" Steve's sleepy voice calls.

"Hey pal," I greet lowly, taking a seat on the couch. "You're probably gonna wanna throw on some shoes and come down here."

[Steve]

"She what?" I exclaim as I throw on a sweatshirt, making my way quickly through the apartment to the front door to slip on my shoes.

"Yeah, she showed up in nothing but her pajama shirt and underwear, carrying all her sheets at her feet. Said she had a bad dream," he explains.

"Oh god," I breathe, brushing my hair back anxiously as I make my way out the front door, being sure to lock it behind me. "I'm so sorry, Buck. I had no idea she would do something like this. I should've guessed something might-"

"No, no, it's okay, Steve," he tells me quickly. "Really, it's no trouble. I'm glad she felt safe enough to come to me about it. It's good that she came to someone, anyone."

"You said she was begging not to be beaten?" I repeat what he had said, making my way across the porch to the stairs.

"Yeah. She's still pretty worried that she's going to be punished for stuff like this. I told her that neither of us would ever do that, of course, but it's just gonna take time," he replies.

"Yeah- we're working on it with her therapist, but I think you're right," I agree as I make my way down to Bucky's apartment. "I'm outside," I let him know.

The front door to the home opens up before me, and I switch my phone off, shoving it in my pocket as my friend lets me in. Closing the door behind me, he offers me a sad smile. "Hey, punk," he mutters, patting me lightly on the shoulder.

"Hey, thanks again for everything," I say sincerely, still feeling incredibly guilty for all the trouble he's gone through for the little girl.

"No problem, pal," he waves it off as I step into the apartment, hearing water running back from what I'm guessing is the bathroom. "She's getting herself cleaned off right now. I have her sheets and clothes in the washer, and she's got a big t-shirt of mine to wear in the meantime."

"Okay. Thanks Buck," I thank him again. "Does she know you called me?"

"Uhh... no," he admits, scratching the back of his neck nervously. "She begged me not to tell you, but I figured it would be better for you to come and get the situation addressed." I nod, thankful for his decision. Hearing the water shutting off, Buck looks behind him before turning back to me, suggesting, "Maybe we should meet her at the bathroom, so she doesn't try to run back through the house or anything."

"Sounds good to me," I agree, doing my best to mentally prepare myself for whatever kind of reaction the little girl might have to my arrival.

"I'm gonna let her know you're here, and then I'll let you take over," he decides as he leads me back to the closed bathroom door. The light from inside peeks out from under the wood as faint shuffling can be heard from the other side. "I don't wanna overwhelm her with both of us in a small space like that, so I'll just let you handle it," he tells me, earning a nod.

Turning and knocking gently against the door, Bucky calls, "Hey Willa? You doin' okay in there?"

"A-a'most done," she calls back, the shakiness of her voice causing my heart to break. The whole situation in general is incredibly saddening. While I think Bucky is right in that it's an improvement for her to have sought out any help at all, it still makes me feel unbelievably guilty that she's so scared of me, apparently even more scared than she is of Buck. "O-okay," she says.

"Alright," Bucky says opening up the door slightly. From where I'm standing, I can't quite be seen yet by the child. "Sweetheart, while you were getting cleaned up, I had to call Steve and let him know what was going on," he tells her slowly. Though I can't see her, I can just picture her beginning to dissolve into a mess of anxiety. Soft whimpers can be heard from inside the room, making my heart tighten in my chest. "Shhh bunny. it's okay. He's not angry, not at all. He's just happy you're here and safe," he murmurs soothingly, stepping aside and motioning for me to join him.

Taking a deep breath, I shift over into the doorway; the sight before me breaks my heart. Willa stands trembling on the bath mat in one of Bucky's old t-shirts, her eyes overflowing with tears as a look of pure terror and betrayal makes its way onto her face. She flinches back at the sight of me, bumping up against the wall behind her and letting out a frightened sound as she realizes she's trapped. "I'll let you two have some time alone," Bucky sighs as he steps away, heading back into one of the rooms at the back of the apartment and closing the door.

"Willa-bug," I coo, keeping my voice as soft and low as possible. The poor child's knees begin to wobble underneath her as she stares at me, her bottom lip trembling in fear. Stepping a bit inside the bathroom, I bend my knees in hopes of coming off as unintimidating as I can, though my efforts seem to do little in helping the girl relax. "Hey sweetheart- it's okay, Willa. You're not in trouble. I'm not here to hurt you," I tell her softly.

The little girl's chest rises and falls erratically as tears continue pouring down her cheeks, a soft whimper rising in her throat before she opens her mouth, barely able to make any sound at all. "P-... p-p-..." she tries, her eyes widening in fear as she struggles to speak. "P-please," she finally manages, adding, "'m sorry, 'm so s-sorry. Didn't m-mean to. D-don't beat me, please don't beat me."

"Willa, Willa, shhh," I soothe, inching myself a tiny bit closer to her as she shakes feverishly against the wall. "Shhh, sweetheart- I'm not gonna beat you, doll. No beating," I tell her reassuringly as I bend down onto my knees before her, causing her to jump again. "I know you didn't mean to, sweetie. I know. It's okay, doll. You're not in trouble. Bucky said you had a nightmare?"

She nods, swallowing down her sobs as I soften my expression for her, murmuring, "Oh honey, that's alright. You couldn't help it that you had a scary dream." The look in her eyes tells me that she's skeptical of my words, but I continue, "It's okay, accidents happen. You're still little, sweetie. No one's mad at you. And you did a good job, you asked someone for help. That was really brave of you, darlin'. I'm so proud of you."

Willa's eyes widen at my words, and she asks, "P-p'oud of me?"

Despite her confusion, I just nod, explaining, "Yeah baby, you were really scared, but you came to Bucky for help anyway. You didn't do it all by yourself. That was good, Willa. You did such a good job." The child blinks, still appearing perplexed at my words. "Next time, it would be good if you could come to me," I add. "I know you were scared that you were going to be beaten, and that you would rather be hurt by Bucky than me. But no one's gonna beat you here, Willa. Never. I'll never hurt you or punish you, no matter what you do."

Willa's eyes gaze warily into mine and I open up my arms for her, earning a soft flinch. "Here sweetheart, you want a hug?" I offer, wanting nothing more than to wrap her up safely in my embrace. A pitiful look of longing forms on her face as she takes in my position, letting out a quiet whine of want. "It's okay doll, Daddy won't hurt you. Just wanna hold you."

And to my surprise, despite all the fear lingering in her big green eyes, Willa slowly steps forward, her face tucking itself away into my chest as I wrap her up softly and lift her off the floor. Carefully, I rise to a standing position, holding her safely against me as her tears begin to soak through my sweatshirt. "Hey- shhh," I soothe, rubbing her back tenderly as I sway her gently from side to side. "You're okay, Willa-bug. I've got you, it's okay."

"N-no beating, please no beating," she begs quietly.

"No beating," I repeat back to her, "no beating, baby. Just soft. Just safe." For several minutes, the little girl continues to cry silently into the damp fabric of my sweatshirt as I keep rocking her, offering quiet shushes every now and then in hopes of soothing her fears. Eventually, her breaths start to even out, and it occurs to me that she must be exhausted after all the night's events.

"You tired, sweetheart?" I ask, stroking down her hair gently as she shifts weakly against me, her head completely limp on my chest. She nods silently and I stroke her hair again, telling her, "That's okay, honey. It's pretty late, and you've had quite the night. I'm gonna thank Buck again and let him know we'll come get the sheets in the morning, but you can close your eyes if you want to, okay? I'll hold onto you," I soothe.

"H-have to sleep in th-the cold?" she whimpers, catching me slightly off guard.

"In the cold? What do you mean, baby?" I ask as I head out of the bathroom, shutting off the light behind me.

"N-no sheets, n-no blankies," she pouts.

"Oh," I say with a slight chuckle, now understanding. "No baby, of course not. You can sleep with me in my bed. How does that sound?"

"Daddy's bed," she hums lovingly, her thumb having made its way up into her little mouth. "Big. Lots'a blankies"

"That's right," I agree, "big bed, soo many blankies, baby. Plenty of room for both of us. And that way, if you have another scary dream, Daddy'll be right there to make it all better," I add.

"All better," she mumbles sleepily into her thumb, her eyelids fluttering as they fall shut.

"All better, sweetheart," I coo, rubbing her back lovingly as she falls asleep right in my arms.

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[terry-perry]

If theres no one in the house but asgardian reader and steve they might cuddle or fondue and lets say a certain brother in law caught them and is horrified and steve sheilds his wife with himself and a blanket

Notes of smut, but nothing too graphic

They were definitely taking advantage of the situation. The minute they landed on New Asgard, Val offered someone to watch the girls for them so they could settle down in their home. They could not thank her enough, especially because it's been months since they were intimate. With work and the babies, their energy was placed somewhere else.

Y/N giggled as Steve pushed her down on the bed. He laughed along with her as he crawled over her to kiss her some more.

"I've missed you," she breathed out as she began to disrobe him.

"I've missed you too," he uttered back, helping her out by stripping himself of his shirt while she undid his pants.

They see each other practically every day, but they haven't felt close in a while, more on autopilot than anything else. No one was going to stop them from having control. They finished removing their clothes and were back on the bed in their desired positions. Their kisses grew deeper and more passionate, and his grip on her tightened as she gasped underneath him.

"Hey guys, I heard you were here and -- OH HEL!"

They pulled away upon hearing Thor's booming voice. Steve was quick to shield Y/N's naked body and thankfully Thor was trying his hardest to look anywhere else before shutting the door and taking off.

"If it's not the kids, it's my idiot brothers,"

[mari-positas]

Names (Steve Rogers x Female!Reader)

Summary: You and Steve name your twin babies and you choose two very special, meaningful names.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Warnings: Just to be safe I am going to say this is slightly AU, please do not come after me Marvel gatekeepers. Also, it is Dad!Steve. Need I say more than that?

Length: 567 words

A/N: Okay, last Steve fic I had sitting in my drafts, I promise! Just felt like writing something cute and really fluffy today because my mental health went into the bin this weekend.

“I can’t believe they’re actually here,” Steve murmured softly. 

He gazed down lovingly into the sweet little face of his tiny, newborn daughter.

From the moment she’d entered the world, he refused to let her out of his arms.

“I can’t believe it either,” You agreed, letting out a sigh of content. Your son, who��had arrived not too long after his sister, was sleeping soundly on your chest. You lifted your hand and very delicately brushed your fingertips through his tufts of soft, dark blonde hair. Although you were told that they weren’t identical twins, both babies shared the same, dark blonde haired trait. You looked forward to discovering what other traits your children would share—although Steve had expressed on more than one occasion that he wanted them to look like you, you secretly hoped that they would take more after him instead. You smiled at the thought of your two babies inheriting his cerulean blue eyes. “They’re perfect, Steve. They’re both absolutely perfect.”

Steve leaned down and gave you a gentle kiss.

“I love you,” he whispered, his lips lingering against yours. 

Your heart had never felt so incredibly warm and full. “I love you too.”

As he kissed you again, the door to your delivery ward opened, startling you.

“I’m sorry to interrupt,” a female nurse apologized as she walked into your ward.

“It’s quite alright,” Steve assured her, drawing himself back up to full height. 

“Are we going to be discharged from the facility soon?” You asked her, eagerly. 

She nodded, holding up the data pad in her hand. “Yes, but first, we need to get some more information to finish filling out birth records for the babies.” 

You and Steve glanced at each other. 

“Names,” You realized with a gasp. “Steve, we haven’t given them names yet!”

He frowned, glancing at the nurse. “I’m sorry, could we have some more time?”

The nurse chuckled. “Not to worry, Captain. I’ll be back in a bit.”

Steve sat down on the bed beside you as she disappeared from your ward.

His movement caused your baby girl to fuss, but he effortlessly soothed her with  a gentle rocking of his strong arms and a few loving words. “It’s alright,” he cooed, “I’ve got you, my little girl. It’s alright, Papa’s got you.”

Your heart swelled with pure joy. 

There was never a doubt in your mind that Steve would be an amazing father.

“So,” You broke the lingering silence. “Do you have any names in mind?”

He seemed to hesitate for a moment. “Well, I have an idea for our daughter.”

“What is it?”

“Sarah.”

“Sarah,” You repeated the name and smiled. Naming the baby after his mother seemed like the perfect idea. “I like it, Steve. I love it, actually.”

Steve seemed slightly surprised by your positive reaction. “Really? You do?”

“Of course. It’s a beautiful and classic name.”

“Okay. And what about for our boy?”

You lightly touched your son’s back as you quietly thought it over in your mind.

It didn’t take long before you realized that your choice was the obvious one.

“We should name him after you,” You decided, confidently. “Grant.”

Steve’s blue eyes instantly filled with pride. “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely,” You nodded, grinning. “I think Grant suits our son very well.”

“It’s settled then.” Steve’s grin matched your own. “Welcome to the world, Sarah and Grant Rogers.”

[no-not-without-you-blog]

I'm Coming for You

Here's my Sunday Fic, not part of my Whumptember list! I hope you enjoy it! --Anna

Warnings: Kidnapping, Pregnant Reader, some minor injuries, discussion of child exploitation (non-sexual), Protective Dad Steve (It's a warning.) I hope that covers everything.

Word count: 1459

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Steve was sure he had never gone faster on his motorcycle than he was right now. He ignored every light, weaving through the congested traffic at breakneck speeds, desperate to get home. The trip was a relatively short one but to Steve, it was taking far too long. As he finally pulled into the driveway of your shared home he took a deep breath, feeling a small sense of relief. The warm glow of light pouring from the bay window, the sound of a record playing, even the scent of a pie that you had made. All things that made him feel at home and safe. However, that moment of relief was short-lived. He noticed the doormat was kicked to the side, and the door handle was badly damaged, barely still attached. He ran inside and saw the absolute wreckage of the home the two of you had made together. The music was a 40’s album that you absolutely adored and it was turned up far too loud and was skipping in an unusual spot of the song. Dining room chairs were turned over and one was smashed to pieces. Rugs were bunched up, and lamps and hung pictures were both lying on the ground. Steve’s heart began to race again and he yelled out your name over and over. “Baby, please!” He had run upstairs, looking for any sign that you might still be here, checking every room over and stopping at the one closed door and taking a breath before looking in it. The nursery sat just as pristine as it had when he had left. The mirrored cribs with their soft cloud mobiles gently spinning above them. You had both just finished the room last weekend, Bucky and Sam coming over and it taking all three men hours to get the cribs put together. In the middle of the floor sat a folded piece of paper with his name on it. He shakily picked it up and opened it. Finding a phone number on it, he immediately called it. The line rang twice and then picked up. It was silent for a moment before he heard a rustle and heard a shaky breath.

“H-Hello?” You asked into the phone, tears streaming down your face.

“Oh my god, Baby! Are you okay? Please be okay.” He felt a tear stream down his face from fear, anger, and relief that you were alive.

“Steve!” You sobbed out. “I’m so sorry, Steve. I tried. I fought as hard as I could but it was so risky. I couldn’t risk it.”

“I know, baby. I know you did. You did so good.”

“I tried Steve. He threatened us. I couldn’t risk it. I’m so sorry.” You kept saying sorry over and over, sobbing over the phone.

“Baby, None of that matters right now. You did the right thing. Baby please, are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“N-not really. Just some cuts and bruises. My lip is bleeding and I think I broke my wrist. But I’m okay. We’re okay.” You paused for a moment, looking at the woman holding the phone to your ear. “I- I’m scared…”

“I know, baby. I know you are. But I’m gonna find you and bring you home, I promise. You just have to be strong for me, okay. I love you so much, sweetheart. I promise. I’m coming.”

“Steve!” He heard a loud rustling and struggle before he heard you yelling out his name in screams. Rage filled his entire body as he did everything he could to keep from crushing his phone in his hand. He heard the front door downstairs slam open and would have gone into full fight mode if he hadn’t heard Bucky yell out his name and then rush upstairs. The phone line picked back up with the woman on the other end having an accent that he couldn’t quite place, something eastern European. 

“It’s nice to finally speak to you, Captain. I’ve been dying to do so since you came out of the ice. I have heard so much about you for years but to finally speak to you directly, it’s like a dream come true. I know that you may not know my name but you know who I am. Zola kept me hidden and taught me well.”

“Hydra is dead. It has been for years. Why continue to fight a lost battle?”

“Oh I have no lost love for Hydra. I never was a true believer. They were a convenient stepping stone to something far greater. Idealism is great for some, but not me. I saw the flaws in the Winter Soldier program when no one else did. Giving the serum to grown adults and then trying to assert control over them? That will always lead to rebellion. But taking children, born with that serum in their veins, and raising them to do your will? Molding them from the beginning to be the perfect weapon? Perfection. There will be people who will pay hand over fist for their services. I thank you, Captain, for giving me such a wonderful gift.”

“Let me make one thing clear.” Steve’s whole body shook with rage and Bucky listened to the conversation one sided. “You will never touch my children. You may have Y/N but you won’t for long. And you will regret the day you ever laid a hand on her. I will find you and when I do, I will choke the life out of you and I will smile while I do so.”

The woman let out a dark laugh. “You expect me to believe that Captain America, the golden boy, is going to kill me, a woman, in cold blood?”

Steve let out a dark chuckle and smiled. It was so cold looking that it even made Bucky step back a half step. “You must not know me as well as you think you do. I’m no golden boy.  I lied and cheated my way into the military. I disobeyed direct orders and stole government property to rescue a friend. I was prepared to commit suicide to save the lives of people I have never met. I defied and took down the worlds largest intelligence organization with the help of only three other people. I ignored the orders of every nation on this planet to protect my brother and had to go on the run for two years after nearly killing someone I had called my friend. I traveled through time and space and fought against the strongest forces in the universe to keep those I love safe. I have fought more and lost more than you can even imagine and if you think for one second that I won’t kill anyone who threatens the safety of my wife and unborn children than you are more stupid than I thought. You are going to regret ever touching her. I may look like a golden boy but I was forged in battle and blood and I will take back what is mine.”

He hung up the phone and turned on the tracking app that linked to the locket you had insisted upon. He had been so worried when you had started dating that something like this would happen. That someone would find out about you and take you to get to him. So you had Tony fashion a special locket that held a photo of the two of you. Discreetly hidden in that necklace was a tracker and health monitor. He had found himself using it often, just giving him peace of mind on missions. He would pull up the app and see you little blue dot at home, sleeping in your shared bedroom. The heart pulsing with the rhythm of your heartbeat. Right now, your heartbeat was elevated but strong as it zeroed in on your location. He held the phone up to Bucky, who was on the phone with Sam, sharing the address that you were being held at.

“It’s gonna be okay pal. We’re gonna get them back.”

Steve’s nerves settled into an eerie calm. “I know. But listen, this woman… I’m going to kill her. I know that may seem-“

“No.” Bucky shook his head and Steve thought he was going to have to argue with him about this. “I understand Steve. And I’m with you till the end of the line. No matter what. Now let’s go get your girl.”

They had made their way back to their bikes and were kicking them into gear.

“I’m coming baby. I’ll be there soon.”

And with that he raced towards your location. Knowing that he was willing to do anything and everything to keep you and his children safe.

[espinosaurusrexex]

Dad!Steve making Mother’s Day breakfast

a/n: I had a cute idea for this one and once I started writing I couldn’t remember it anymore… so here is this instead

word count: ~600

warnings: fluuuuuff, it’s also really bad

Banner by @maysdigitalarts

･ﾟ✫* 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ｡✭･ﾟ

Distant clatter echoed through the hallway from the kitchen, silent laughter and giggles bouncing off the walls as the sweet smell of pancakes filled the air of the home. Steve’s daughter was sat on the kitchen counter, her fingers deep in a bowl of pancake batter, and another giggle eluding her lungs as Steve playfully swatted her hands away. 

“I don’t want you getting a tummy ache, buttercup.”

“Sooooooo yummy!” She squealed with her eyes closed in delight, completely ignoring her fathers comment. The girl sat back, sipping her water with excessive slurps that made Steve chuckle yet again. 

“Mommy’s gonna be super duper happy.” Her little hands flew in the air in excitement as she watched her father flip a pancake. 

“Of course, because you helped make it.” His finger touched her nose to which she responded with yet another giggle. “Daddy, Stop!”

“What I’m not allowed to compliment my best girl?”

“Mommy is your best girl!”

“You are both my best girls. And I love you both so much.”

Her big eyes gleamed up at him, adoration and awe settled in her features when she took in his words. “I love you too!”

“Really, how much?”

“Hm...” She covered her chin with her hand to think about a way to show Steve. And after looking around for a minute, her eyes finally lit up. Steve would practically see the wheels turning and the lightbulb go off in that little head of hers. “Too my room and back?” Her little head tilted to the side as if she was asking him if that was appropriate.

“Wow, that’s quite a lot.”

“Yes! And it feels like this!” Her hands made little firework-explosions from her chest.

“Then you know it’s real love, baby.”

“Really?”

“Hmmm.” He nodded while focusing on creating the next pancake in the pan. A small smile lingered on his lips as he remembered the day he had told you he loved you. You didn't believe him at first either. You still didn’t sometimes, even if Steve made sure that you knew every day. The small similarity between your daughter and you in that aspect made his heartbeat pick up. 

“Do you feel like that, too?”

“Of course! And it grows stronger every day, too!”

“That is soooo coooool!”

“Yeah, it is!”

When he plated the last pancake, Steve set his daughter down. “You wanna go wake up mommy?” The girl took off squealing and as he placed the vase of flowers next to your favorite mug on the table, then he followed her with slow and steady strides.

Steve’s shoulder leaned against the doorframe as he watched his daughter jump on the bed and eventually be lured under the blanket by you. 

He chuckled. “I thought you were supposed to wake her up. Not fall asleep too!” His feet took him to the bed, where a wild head of hair giggled beneath the covers. 

“But it’s soooooo comfy!” The little girl revealed, stretching out her little hands to pull Steve under the covers as well. 

He fell forward with a slump and when you lifted the covers for him to cuddle up to the both of you, he hummed in pleasure. “You’re right, pumpkin.”

Then he moved to place a kiss on your forehead. His hand lingered on your waist while he watched your sleepy eyes open and close slowly. “Happy Mother’s Day, my love.”

You just smiled as the warmth spread through your body, pulling him in to capture your daughter between the both of you. 

Taglist: @fangirl-swagg

[siren-141]

Hiii so for the Vday writing can I request a Steve x Reader with the fluff prompt 88? maybe steve is holding his daughter for the first time and he gets super emotional.

ohhhthis one is so cute 🥺

prompt: "you're a very good parent."

you never knew the colors blue and pink looked so well together.

the blush pink of your baby's new blanket, swaddling her all warm and snug. the blue of the hospital gowns your husband wore. the baby pink of your daughter's little cap on her head. the blue of steve's eyes that you could see all the way from where you laid beside him on the hospital bed, his eyes were so wide with amazement.

his first priority of course had been you – after the nurses had the baby and you both were ensured that everything went well, his hands were automatically on you. one of his larger ones cupping yours, the other cradling your head as he leaned down to touch his forehead to yours. tears were in your eyes from the whole situation, and he wiped them gently, pressing kisses to your eyes, your forehead, your hands, the top of your head. whispers of "I'm so proud of you," and "you did such an amazing job," crossing from just him to you, where nobody else could hear. you smiled at the man, glad that you had no one other than him by your side.

but as you looked at him now, your whole world shifted on its axis. the nurses had cleaned both you and the baby up, you had already cradled her and given her all the love you could have before you looked at your husband and raised your eyebrows, a silent ask if he wanted to hold your baby, and his arms were already halfway to you before you could really look at him. of course he wanted to hold your baby – his baby – the baby that you both made together.

his eyes were wide with wonder, you could see his irises so clearly in the dimmed light, scanning over his baby’s face. you could see the gears in his brain turning, no doubt a flash forward of the next 18 years to come before he’d set her free into adulthood, but he had a blank look to his face at the same time, all thoughts paused as he just took her in. her tiny nose and ears, her eyes still shut, her tiny breaths as she snuggled into her blanket and into her father’s arms. she knew she was safe, and you knew that you and your daughter would always be safe with him by your sides.

her small cries interrupted your haze of emotion while you stared at the both of them.  immediately, his instinct kicked in and he began to rock her gently and shush her softly.

“shh, shh, shh…” he bounced her ever so softly in his arms to the rhythm of his voice. “it’s okay, honey, daddy’s right here. no need to cry, we’re right here.”

your heart in that moment was warmer than any other time in your life. looking at the man you love being so gentle, so caring, so full of love to his daughter in the same ways he had loved you all these years, it made your heart swell.

“you’re a very good parent,” you whispered to him, a small tear rolling down the side of your face as you tilted your head to look over at him a little better. he looked over at you with a small smile on his face, tears matching yours, and reached over to wipe your tear away with his right hand. “she’s lucky to have you as her dad.”

“no,” all Steve could do was shake his head gently, smiling back down at his daughter, watching her calm down once again, eyelashes fluttering shut. “I’m lucky to have her as my daughter.”

he considered himself to be the luckiest man in the world.

[rockyscactus]

steve rogers as a dad (daughter edition)

a/n: UmMM no structure. jumps from scene to scene. pure brain to page activity. whole lotta fluff tbh

- absolutely IN LUV

- he cannot believe that you actually created a little 50/50 of the both of you

- with that being said, he believes that his kid (aka lovebug) is perfect.

- "y/n leave my best friend alone", he clutches lovebug close to him, causing her to stick her tongue out at you

- "she thinks i'm joking with her when you do that, ya know?"

- *SHOVES SHIELD TOWARD STEVE*

- "look!" lovebug bounces on the balls of her feet excitedly, awaiting her father and the team's reactions

- everyone 100000% expected him to be pissed at the plethora of stickers decorating the iconic shield

- "are you kidding me? this is gorgeous, lovebug!"

- yes, he does use the shield like that.

- "damn it, he shot at the my little pony sticker"

- lovebug HATES when you two cuddle by yourselves

- you and steve would be laying on the couch, him on top of you with his head on your chest

- "daddy! what about me?"

- "what about you", you tease as you run your fingers through his hair

- she and steve both let out gasps. hers, very real. steve's, debatable.

- he looks up at you, a smirk playing at his lips, "how dare you talk to my best girl like that, y/n?"

- "i thought i was your best girl", it was your turn to gasp

- he pretended to think for a second as lovebug climbed on to his back, "i did say that, didn't i?"

- "ass", you flicked his forehead in response before opening your arms, "come join us baby"

- steve has always play fought with you, one of you pretending to send a blow to the other's gut while they fake shout in anguish

- "watch this right hook", you punch the air as he looks for the sugar

- lovebug is looking at you with disgust and horror as her father pretends to cry so that he can get her to react

- "mommy! that is NOT nice", she rushes to her fathers aide, hugging his leg and shaking her head at you

- "ha. ha", steve mouthes as you give him the finger when she isn't looking

- steve rolls his eyes every time she copies one of your phrases

- "we need our beauty sleep", she yawns tiredly from your lap as she takes a bite of her pancakes. you sip your coffee, equally as tired.

- "but you two are already the prettiest girls in the world", he replies as he takes a seat across from you both

- "i know but--"

- you and steve both let out chuckles at her response

- "you and your mama", he tsks dramatically

- she was every ounce of you as much as she was him

a/n: i want steve requests so my writing can have some actual structure. yes? yes.

[spideyyboii]

I Saw Mummy Kissing Santa

pairing: dad!steve rogers x female reader

summary: steve can’t help but laugh when your children tell him you had been kissing Santa Claus

warnings: none

word count: 975

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Twas the night before Christmas and your children were beyond excited for Santa to come they’d left milk and cookies out before heading off to bed, but you knew your children and were aware that the three of them would definitely try and sneak a peek at Santa so you’d come up with a plan to cover your backs just incase they did sneak out of bed and hide on top of the stairs. When you were last in town you’d managed to buy a Santa suit for your husband who was more than happy to dress up if it kept the magic of Christmas alive for your children.

“So honey, what’s the bet that the kids are going to sit at the top of the stairs and tell us they saw Santa Claus once they wake up?” You asked your husband with a smile as he believed your children would listen and stay in bed, “Our children are well behaved so I believe they’ll stay in bed and will just be excited that Santa came they definitely won’t be telling us they saw him with their own eyes.” Steve said making you laugh as he clearly had too much trust in your children, yes they were typically well behaved with a few tantrums here and there and now they were old enough to understand the concept of Christmas they’d definitely be trying to see the magic. “Don’t laugh at me, one of us has to have faith in our children!” He exclaimed with a pout. “Steve my love, you’ve never seen the way our children behave whilst you're away on missions. Trust me they misbehave.” You said before giving the man a quick kiss. “Now go and sneak out the window, get changed and then sneak back in.” You demanded pushing the man up the stairs trying not to laugh at his excitement.

You were sitting on the sofa whilst you waited for Steve to return so you could put your plan into action. Once your husband quietly entered through the front door you threw a small invention made by Tony into the fireplace that made a small bang followed by smoke which would make it seem as though someone had come down the chimney. Steve got to work drinking the milk and eating the cookies your children had put out, he also left a note for the children saying thank you, once these two steps were finished Steve began placing presents under the tree for each of your children. Once all the presents were under the tree Steve began making his way towards the fireplace so it would seem as though he left the same way he came just in case your children were watching, however, before the man got to the chimney he pulled you in for a passionate kiss forgetting that you could be being watched.

Once Steve had hidden in the fireplace you made your way up the stairs and into your shared bedroom so you could tell him if it was safe to come back into the house. To your surprise your children were all tucked in bed so you gave your husband the signal to come back inside. Once the two of you were tucked into your bed the both of you quickly fell asleep excited to spend Christmas with your little family.

The next morning you were awoken by the sound of small footsteps running towards your bedroom. “Wake up, it's Christmas!” Your children shouted from the corridor, “Mummy, we want breakfast before we open our present, wake up please!” They shouted again making you smile that they remembered their manners, “Well I believe our little gremlins want us to get up and feed them.” You gave your husband a kiss before getting out of bed and began getting changed into your christmas pajamas that matched the ones your children were wearing, “Merry Christmas my love I’ll meet you downstairs.” With that you headed downstairs your children close behind filled with excitement. “Where’s daddy?” The kids, disappointed that their father wasn’t already downstairs, asked, “He’s just getting dressed bubba, now what do my boys want for breakfast?” You tried to keep them distracted until their father finally came downstairs, “Pancakes please” Your eldest asked, looking at his two siblings with hope in his eyes. Each of the boys nodded so you got started on breakfast singing along to the festive music that was playing on the radio. “Merry Christmas boys!” Steve shouted as he placed a kiss upon each boy's forehead, your eldest son was quick to look to make sure you were distracted before telling his father what he saw last night.

“Daddy, last night we watched Santa deliver our presents and eat our cookies.” Your oldest whispered waiting till your husband nodded before he continued, “Once Santa put the presents under the tree James and Freddie went back to bed but I stayed and I saw mummy kissing Santa Claus!” Arthur exclaimed making Steve laugh which shocked your son, “Daddy why are you laughing? Mummy kissed Santa well Santa kissed mummy but still!” He went on becoming annoyed with his fathers reaction, “Oh bubba, thank you for telling me but Santa properly only kissed mummy because she made the house look so beautiful for him and it most likely cheered him up so he showed her appreciation by kissing her but I will be having a word with him next year.” Steve said with a smile.

Once breakfast was ready you took a seat next to your husband who had a grin on his face, “What’s got you so happy?” You asked, “Well it’s Christmas I have a beautiful family surrounding me and a wife who kissed Santa Claus.” He teased which made you laugh, “Told you they’d look guess I won the bet then.”

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Ending It All Part 1 (C.E)

Part 2

Chris Evans Fan fiction (Fan fiction Masterlist)

Summary: Chris wants to end your marriage and you decide to go along with it. You have to be civil for the sake of the kids but you are hurt. This process is too much for the both of you and eventually, it all ends.

Warnings: Angst all the way. 

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You had seen it coming from a mile. People say that a woman’s sixth sense is her greatest power. You always took pride in it but in this case, it was a curse. Chris and you have known each other for the past seven years and from those years, you were married for five. He was the love of your life. You thought it was forever but apparently you were wrong. You were wrong about so many things.

From the past six months, Chris has been home for a couple of days at most and then he was traveling. Traveling for work, for friends and whatnot. And for the days that he was here, he didn’t look at you like you were his wife, his soulmate. He looked at you like you were a stranger. Spending time with the kids was all he ever did and then came up with measly explanations to go off to bed early. There was no space left for you in his life. You thought that it was just a rough patch but that was not the case.

“(Y/N), we need to talk.” The determined look in his icy blue eyes said it all.

Taking a deep breath, you shakily replied, “Let me just put the kids to sleep.” Your energetic kids had tired out you for the whole day because you were off from work today. Chris had just come back from shooting and he didn’t give you a kiss like he usually did. In fact, he hadn’t kissed you like he meant it for several years now.

“I will be in the kitchen. You want wine?” He was walking away before you could even reply.

“Yeah, sure.” You mumbled out and you didn’t even know that he listened.

“Mommy, we are going to spend the whole day with you and daddy tomorrow?”  Mia and Jace have started to pick up on the fact that there was something going on between their parents. You wanted to keep all of this away from your four and two year old but it seems that you might have failed. You were failing at a lot of things right now.

“Yes, we will. Now, go to sleep.” It took you about half an hour to be put them to sleep and during that time, you were a wreck. There were a thousand possibilities running through your mind.

Coming back downstairs, Chris handed you the glass of wine, your favorite as always. He knew every little detail about you. “(Y/N), I don’t know how to say this but-”

“Before you finish that sentence, I just need to tell you that I promised the kids a day out tomorrow. Don’t ruin it.”

“I- I can’t say that.” Fiddling with his almost empty glass, he couldn’t bring it in himself to look at you. He was going to ruin this promise as well just like he was going to ruin everything.

“Just, go on.” You refilled the wine glass as you knew you needed the alcoholic haze to get through this conversation.

“I can’t do this anymore. This is just not what I want in my life anymore.” Your breath hitched and your heart broke into tiny little pieces.

Exact words were what you needed to hear right now. No vague statements. “What do you mean? What can’t you do?”

“This. This relationship. I think I am done. I am truly sorry, (Y/N).”

“Is- Is there someone else?” It was as if a ball was lodged in your throat and you couldn’t bring yourself to talk coherently. Fluently.

Chris looked at you, horrified. How could you even say that? He would never in a million years even think about cheating on you. Dignity was an important trait for Chris and if he ever cheated, he wouldn’t be able to look at himself. It hurt him that you would even consider this as a reason but he couldn’t blame you.

“No! This is not the reason. Not at all.” A defensive attitude was immediately taken up by your husband.

“Then is it me? Am I not enough for you?” Hot tears rolled down your cheeks but you didn’t have the energy to wipe them out.

“It is not you, darling. I just don’t think this is what I want with my life anymore. I want to solely focus on my career.”

“You are choosing your career over your family.” As the realization started to hit you, you couldn’t control the anger that took over you. “Over your family, Chris?”

“(Y/N) I am just done. I want an out and can we please try to be civil about this?” He pleaded.

“You want me to be civil about this? Fine.” You took a calming breath and closed your eyes for a second. “Just explain it to me. Maybe we can work something out.”

“I can’t- I don’t know how to explain it. Seven months ago I just woke up and I didn’t want to do this anymore. I want to start over.” A shocking chill passed through your body and you realized that it was hurt. You were betrayed.

“So you don’t want to do anything with me or the kids as well?”

“No. I want to be a part of their lives and-”

You looked him in the eyes and spoke in a broken voice, “It’s just me that you want out of your life.”

“Darling, no-” Chris tried to reach out for your hand but you placed them on your hands. He had lost the right to touch you from the moment he said that he didn’t want you. You were just a problem for him that needed to be solved.

There were years when he needed you every step of the way. Chris met you at a party that Scarlett threw. You were her best friend so you were invited to her New Year’s party. The moment he saw you, he was head over heels. He followed you around for two months to get you to go on a date with him. You used to tease him afterwards that he was a love sick puppy. But he was your love sick puppy.

That was not the case now and you didn’t know what you will do if he wasn’t in your life anymore. Your world revolved around your family but now it was all falling apart. You were falling apart.

“We can file for divorce tomorrow. Do you want to stay here tonight?” Wiping your tears, you got up from the stool and put the glasses in the sink.

“Uhh okay, okay. I can stay with Scott tonight.”

This was not what he expected. He expected you to cry, fight, scream. He thought there would be more discussion on this topic. Seven years were going to waste and you were treating this as a simple business transaction. Truth be told, you didn’t want him to see you fall apart. Chris had lost that right. If he didn’t want a life with you, then you were not going to beg him to stay. You were going to fulfill his wish and set him free.

“We have to take the kids out tomorrow. I was thinking the park.”

“What?” He was too distracted by everything to even realize what you were talking about.

“We will talk to them about the divorce tomorrow.”

“Isn’t this going a little too fast?”

“We should get this all over with as soon as possible. Goodbye, Chris.” Silently pecking him on his cheek, you went to your shared bedroom.

The moment your head touched the pillow, you were surrounded by his scent. The dam burst and you couldn’t stop the tears from running down your face and getting soaked up by the cushions. What were you going to do with your life now? You had to come up with a plan to manage the kids together with Chris. You had to think about getting a job that would accommodate your kids in to it now that you were going to be a single parent. You didn’t get a wink of sleep last night and you cried a lot.

On the other hand, Chris was not doing any better. Scott gave him the spare guest room to sleep in. He didn’t know what was going on between his brother and you but he knew it was serious. Chris couldn’t sleep last night either because he was not used to. This was the first time in seven years that you both were in the same city and you were not sleeping together. You wouldn’t be sleeping with him from now on. He has to get used to that idea. The idea of you not being there every step of the way because this was his own doing. He was dreading tomorrow as he was the one who was destroying his family.

“Hi. I was just here to pick you all up.” Guilt washed over him when he noticed your red puffy eyes and eye bags.

“You didn’t have to. We could have come there by ourselves.”

“We always go to the park together. It is our thing.”

“We can’t do all of these things now. Everything is going to change.”

“Right.” You moved towards the kitchen and he followed you like a lost puppy.

“Daddy!” Both kids ran up to him and clinged to his legs like two little monkeys.

“Hey babies.” He held on to them a little bit longer because he knew he was the one who was ruining their little lives.

“Where were you? Missed your pancakes. Mama doesn’t make good.” Mia hadn’t learned to make full sentences yet but Chris understood her perfectly.

“I was busy, baby. I- I-”

“Go get your shoes on. We are going to be late.” You saved him from the conversation because he looked like a deer caught in headlight. Chris couldn’t answer his daughter as this was how it was going to be. He wouldn’t be there for all of this. The important phases. Jace’s first soccer win, his first award, or Mia’s first school day, her first break up, her prom. He was going to miss most of them because you would be there with them while he will get them for weekends mostly.

“Let’s go.” Buckling his kids in, he sat in the driver’s seat. When he pulled out of the garage, his hand instinctively went for yours. It was out of pure instinct. You retracted your hand immediately and Chris just drew in a shaky breath, He was not allowed to touch you now.

“I am taking them to the swings. Do you want to come with?”

“No, I am just going to my usual spot to read my book.” There was a maple tree that had been your spot for the past five years. It was where you rested and caught up with your reading.

“Okay.”

The next hour was spent with Chris going on to every swing with his kids. He didn’t want to miss anything. Plus, he didn’t know how he could sit with you under the tree that held so many memories. You told him that you will marry him under this tree and that you were pregnant with Jace. It was all too much. You couldn’t focus on your reading when this might be the last time you get to see him with your kids. The last time you were together as husband and wife. This might be the last time because Chris wanted you out of his life.

“Hey, kids. We have to talk to you.” You finally gathered up some courage when they all came to sit beside you. Chris couldn’t bring himself to start up this conversation so he was glad that you did.

“Yeah, Mommy?”

“So you know how your friend Oliver’s parents don’t live together but they still love him very much.”

“Yeah.” Jace’s whole concentration was on his ice cream but he still nodded his head to indicate that he was listening. Mia was too young to comprehend it all so you mainly focused on your son.

“Well, Daddy and I are going to be doing the same thing. We love you both very much and we will always there be with you.”

“But Ollie’s daddy doesn’t live with him.” His blue eyes focused on the two of you when he made the statement.

“Yeah, buddy. I will be staying at an apartment really near by. You both can come whenever you want to.”

“You won’t be there to read us night stories or make our favorite brekky?” His question threw Chris off guard and he froze in his place.

“He will be there to do everything for you guys. Mia and you can go to daddy’s place and he can do all this.” You jumped in when you noticed that Chris didn’t know how to respond to all this. “Right, Chris?”

“Yes, that’s right. Nothing is going to change, buddy.” Wiping away his tears, your husband placed him on his lap with Mia.

“Promise?” Mia spoke up this time because she understood that her daddy wouldn’t live with her like he always did.

“Promise. Let’s go back to the house. You both look tired.”

You placed Mia on her bed while Chris did the same for Jace. They both were out the moment they were buckled in their car seats. Coming downstairs, you prepared coffee for Chris and yourself. He always liked his coffee black so that’s what you made for him. The cup was placed in front of him and he sighed because no one made coffee like you.

“Our lawyer said that he will have the papers delivered to us by tomorrow.”

“Okay, I saw this new apartment building when I was coming here this morning. I might rent it out. The penthouse has three rooms. One for the kids and one is the guest bedroom. You can stay there when you bring the kids over.” He looked at you with a defensive position.

“I won’t be staying at your apartment so please don’t take me into consideration.” You didn’t understand why he thought you would ever stay over at his place. You would never subject yourself to that kind of pain.

“But there can be special circumstances and my home will always be open for you, (Y/N). We can still be friends.” He was hoping against all hope that you would agree. He still wanted you in his life.

“I don’t think I can do that. Be friends. There is too much history. Let’s just keep it to the kids right now.” You picked on your nails because you didn’t want to cry like a little girl in front of him. “And I am going to change houses as well so do you want to sell this one?”

“Why do you have to move?” Chris was shocked to hear those words come out of your mouth.

“I can’t live in a house that was meant to be our family house. I just can’t.”

He understood where you were coming from but this house held too many memories. He couldn’t think of another family living here. Some couple living in your master bedroom, some kids running around in your children’s playground, some other family’s picture instead of yours. It was just too much to think about.

“Let’s just keep the house. When the kids grow up, they can have it.”

“Okay. I am tired right now so I am going to bed. I will sign the papers tomorrow and send them over to Scott’s.” You placed the empty mug on the counter and stood in a straight posture. “You want the kids this weekend?”

“Yes, I would like that. Do you want to maybe come with us?” He didn’t know why he was not ready to let you go yet. This was all his doing but he just couldn’t accept it right now.

“Umm no. I think we should settle the kids into this new routine.”

“I guess you are right.”

“Goodbye, Chris. I love you and I will always love you.” You regretted the words that came out of your mouth the instant you said them. You were so stupid but you just couldn’t help yourself. This was probably the last time you ever got to say it.

“I- I love you too, (Y/N). I will always be there for you. Goodbye, darling.” The lump in his throat seemed to grow bigger by the second but he had to say this. Lightly pecking you on the lips, he knew this was the last time he ever got to do this. He left afterwards and you couldn’t help but tear up. The same thing happened with Chris. This was it. Your marriage was over but your love would always be there.

Hope you guys liked it!!

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forever and a day | 52. retraining.

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summary | a story in which america’s favorite captain gives a new life and family to a five-year-old girl who has suffered well beyond her years at the hands of hydra.

characters | dad!steve rogers, girl/willa rogers (original character)

warnings | AU similar enough to OU to include spoilers to many Marvel movies (Age of Ultron and beyond). action and fight scenes with violence and killing. injuries/mild gore. mature themes related to and semi-graphic depictions of child abuse/neglect, past CSA and CSM, and their aftermath (emaciation, wounds, scarring, etc). medical abuse (including sterilization) and experimentation. ptsd/trauma symptoms in a child (developmental discrepancies, de-humanized behavior, detachment, extreme fears). medical treatment of CSM and other aftermath of abuse.trauma-informed therapeutic treatment of ECT. minor mentions of disordered eating. themes relating to abuse of power/authority and immoral interrogation tactics including SA (with brief depictions.) evil!Tony Stark.

[Steve]

"Tell me, Mr. Rogers," the kind young lady had said as she sat beside me in one of the light brown armchairs in the living room, holding a small notepad on her lap where she was jotting down points from our first discussion together.

"You can call me Steve," I had interjected at that point, causing her to look up for a moment and smile. Her eyes shined with a certain gentleness through their soft shades of grey and blue, helping me to relax ever so slightly through the daunting interview.

"Steve," she corrected, nodding politely. "Tell me, Steve, what are your biggest worries for Willa? Or what are the challenges you find most serious when it comes to her emotional and behavioral wellbeing?"

"Oh god," I had said, shaking my head at the overwhelming question. "I... I don't even know where to begin. I mean... she's just been through so much. And even though she's been out of captivity for a decent amount of time, she still functions as if she's in constant danger. I just don't know how to show her that she's safe, that she can let her walls down now and let me take care of her."

"That makes sense," Jenny had said, scribbling down a few more lines on her notepad. "I'm planning on completing a proper set of evaluations to offer a clinical diagnosis, but from what I've already spoken with Dr. Banner about, my best guess is that she's probably developed a severe case of post-traumatic stress disorder. Given the nature of the trauma she endured, it'll likely take a lot of time and therapy to help her overcome some of the emotional barriers she's built up as defense mechanisms."

"Yeah, that's what I figured," I had mumbled.

"Do you have any idea of where you'd like to start? Because she is so young, and you're her primary caregiver, I'd like to involve you as much as possible in her treatment as long as you feel comfortable participating."

"Of course," I had agreed, "I want to do whatever I can to help. And as far as where to begin... I'm not sure. I think the thing I worry about the most at the moment is Willa's inability to accept help. There have been several occasions where she's hurt herself or gotten herself into a situation where she's needed assistance, but she's just been too terrified of coming to me for help to actually let me know. And when I've realized it and tried to help her, she's resisted me as much as she could. I'm not exactly sure where her fear comes from, but I'm assuming it's rooted in what Hydra did to her and how they must've trained her to not ever ask for things." After pausing for a moment, I had added, "I mean, I guess it's not even just asking for help. It's really asking for anything. If I try to get her opinion on something, or ask her what she wants to do for the day, she'll clearly be thinking of an answer, but completely unwilling to share it at all."

"That does sound very problematic," Jenny had nodded, "even though she's trying her best not to be. It makes me think of a few specific documents I read out of her files from Hydra; they were recordings of training sessions she went through that had originally been written in another language, so Dr. Banner wasn't able to understand them. After running them through a translator, they revealed that when she was a toddler, her captors had put her through electric shock treatment to train her to not seek help or comfort." My heart had dropped into the pit of my stomach when she revealed this, but I simply nodded, sensing she had more to share. "They would put a shock collar on her, similar to one that might be used on a dog, and set her on the floor. A few feet away, they would place something she might have wanted. Sometimes it was food, after they had starved her for days. Other times, it was a person. Initially, her instincts would drive her to approach another human in hopes of being held or interacted with, as children that small naturally need and seek affection. But as soon as she would move towards them, or the food, or whatever it was she was being trained with, she would be electrocuted through the neck. Eventually, this changed the fundamental patterns in her brain so that she would no longer pursue things she wanted or needed. They continued the treatment until she would cower back in fear as soon as the food was placed down on the floor."

"Oh my god," I had breathed out, angry tears built up in the back of my eyes. "And she was just a toddler?"

"I believe the training began when she was two," the doctor replied. A sick, nauseous feeling bubbled up in my stomach as I processed the information I had been given. No wonder why she never asks for help, never asks for anything, for that matter, I had thought to myself. "It wouldn't surprise me if as soon as she's offered help or faced with having to ask for things now, she's automatically reminded of her experiences and even still physically feels what her body was put through during that training. Even though concrete memories aren't generally formed during toddlerhood, the body simply has fascinating ways of remembering traumas from any age."

"My poor Willa," I had mumbled in defeat, absolutely disgusted by what Hydra had put her through. "Now I feel bad for not being more patient with her; I had no idea something that horrific had happened to make her afraid of me in that way. How do we- how can I help her? How can I show her that it's safe now, that she won't ever be put through anything like that again?"

"Well, it's going to be a long process," Jenny had admitted. "But what I can tell you is that every time she experiences something that contradicts her past experiences, her brain is relearning the ways of the world. This process is called 'reparenting'; I am assuming Dr. Banner might have mentioned it to you?" I nodded, having recognized the term. "It's going to be very hard and very frightening for her for a long time. And the fear might never go away completely. But eventually, little by little, she should start building up more confidence in her safety with you. The most important thing will be for you to always be as patient and gentle with her as you can, as this is what her brain will be replacing all of her previous experiences with."

"Okay, that makes sense," I had said. "How do I start? What can I do?"

"There are some exercises you can run through with her; they're similar to exposure therapy, but more trauma-centered and focused directly on reparenting. I'll give her a simple one today at the end of our session together, something that hopefully won't feel like too much to start out with. I'll let you run it with her, just the two of you, and next time we meet, we can discuss how it went."

"Alright. An exercise?" I had asked, not completely understanding what she meant.

"I'll just give her something to ask you for. If you'd like, you can initiate it with her after I leave so that she doesn't have the pressure of bringing it up herself." I nodded, the idea making sense as something that might help slowly easing her into growing more comfortable with advocating for herself.

"Great. I'll be sure to do it with her then," I had promised the doctor.

Which brings me to this moment, in which Willa is standing before me, her big green eyes filled with tears as she stares at the hard-wood floor beneath her bare feet, her bottom lip trembling violently as she attempts to swallow down her fear. Jenny left about an hour ago, and I was sure to give the little girl a bit of time to recover and breathe before deciding to bring up the exercise with her. Just moments ago, I called her into the kitchen, and as soon as I told her I wanted to try the exposure, as the doctor had called it, her mood went completely out the window.

"Sweetheart," I say as I kneel down just a few feet away from the shaking child, keeping my voice as soft and unintimidating as I can. "Remember when Jenny talked to you today about trying to ask Daddy for something? Did she talk to you about that?" I remind her. Not daring to look up at me, the little girl's terrified body language immediately gives away the answer to my (probably pointless) question. "Hey, Willa-bug," I murmur, an image popping up in my head of the poor child's neck wrapped in an electric collar, helping me maintain the gentle disposition I need. "It's okay, peanut; you can do it. You can always ask Daddy for things, okay? You'll never be in trouble for it, never ever," I promise, but unsurprisingly, my words seem to do little to change her mind.

"P-please," the poor thing whimpers, the word seeming to be her go-to plea when she's too afraid to say much of anything else.

"'Please' what, baby?" I coo, hating to see her so distraught. "There's no need for 'please's with me, sweetheart," I remind her carefully, "there's no scary here, Willa. No scary at all."

"Please, please don't," she begs, a single tear trailing down to the tip of her rosy nose as she sniffles quietly. "Jenny said you-... you're gonna retrain me; please don't g-get the collar, please don't."

"Retrain you?" I ask, my brow furrowing immediately in concern. "Willa, sweetheart, did she explain to you what that means? It's not the same kind of training you did with Hydra, honey. It's retraining your brain to not be scared of- hey, sweetheart, hey," I hum, only growing more worried as the little girl's chest begins to rise and fall more rapidly, her panic clearly escalating despite my efforts to reassure her.

"P-please, please don't," she hiccups again fearfully.

"There's no collar, Willa. We don't do that here, of course we don't. The retraining just means we're gonna show you it's safe, doll. The whole point of the exposure is to teach your brain that it's safe."

"N-no collar, please no c-collar," she mumbles.

"No collar," I coo, "can you ask me, sweetheart? Nobody's gonna put a collar on you; you're just gonna ask and it's gonna be safe for you, I promise."

Sucking in a shaky breath, Willa squeezes her eyes shut, taking a long pause before finally finding the courage to say, "W-will you-... please... c-can-... Willa and Daddy-... Willa and D-Daddy-..." Sniffling, she gasps for another breath before finishing, "you-... I-I-... snuggles?" Silent sobs begin wracking through the little child's body as she waits in anticipation, her entire body tensed up and ready to receive whatever punishment is coming.

But against her predictions, I simply wrap the small girl up in my arms warmly, lifting her into the air as I rise to my feet and cradle her close to my chest. Rocking her back and forth as I begin to brush her hair down gently with my hand, I murmur soothing words to the child. "Shhh," I ease, coaxing her head softly against my shoulder as I hold her safely, her whole body shaking as I grant her request. "Of course we can snuggle, Willa-bug. You're my snuggle bear, after all; aren't you?" I croon gently, my quiet words of comfort slowly beginning to help her relax. "Here, how about we cuddle up in Daddy's bed? It's the biggest one in the house," I suggest as I carry the sweet girl back through the apartment to my bedroom, walking over and pulling back the blankets and sheets atop the mattress.

"D-Daddy's bed," Willa stutters quietly as I climb in with her still cradled closely to me, resting back against the pillows and pulling the soft blankets up over us as she snuggles warmly into my chest. "Big."

"Big bed, that's right," I agree. "Lots of space to snuggle."

"N-no collar," she says carefully, the fear almost completely gone from her voice.

"No collar," I confirm, brushing back her hair with a soothing hand as one of her thumbs finds its way into her mouth. "No collar ever, sweetie. I promise you; I pinky promise." Wrapping my little finger around her own, I lean down, planting a kiss on her head.

"Scratchy pinky p'omise," she tells me at the gentle roughness of my beard grazing over her bare skin. Looking up at me with wide eyes, I'm able to relax slightly as I see a hint of playfulness shining in the little girl's gaze.

"Scratchy, huh? You don't like Daddy's new beard?" I raise my eyebrow in jest.

"No, still like it," she assures me, rubbing her little forehead against the coarse hair lovingly. "Daddy looks so han'some. Bucky told me- m-my daddy's the mos' han'some man in the world."

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[twitt3rpate]

"NOTHING LASTS FOREVER."

Several months have passed from the infamous fight at the airport in Germany. Since then, newly married Steve and Natasha have been reunited. They spend their days running secret op missions and pass the remainder of the time in musty hotels with Sam, Wanda, and occasionally Vision.

That is until Natasha is separated. Alone and pregnant, the Black Widow must navigate Eastern Europe with nothing but a gun and her skills on the side. 

Or that is until she finds some old friends, family really. The past catches up with her and Natasha must choose who can she trust with her massive secret. 

She now lives among killers, assassins, and spies. Old friends and potential allies threaten to slit her throat if she dares to fall asleep. The Black Widow must learn to evolve.

One things for certain though, she will stop at nothing to protect herself and the impossible life now growing within her.

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[terry-perry]

Y/N: If you hurt my girls, you will answer directly to me. And whatever crimes I commit against you, remember I have diplomatic immunity in forty-six countries. Including Puerto Rico.

Antagonist: Ma'am, you will find that the word "fear" is not in my vocabulary!

Y/N: Perhaps... but it's in your eyes.

Doesn't matter if they're Avengers, no one messes with Y/N Odinsdottir's babies! She will happily use her diplomatic powers and the Odin's Family Rage to her advantage if need be.

Bonus: Steve looking on like --

[no-not-without-you-blog]

Flufftober 2nd: "You told your parents?"

Summary: You and Steve are visiting your family for the holidays with big news. He's terrified of their reaction.

Prompt by: @flufftober Graphics by @firefly-graphics

You and Steve were in the car, trunk loaded with presents, heading up to your parents house for the holiday. If you were an outsider looking in, you would think that it was a perfect idyllic moment. But as you looked over at Steve, you saw the tight grip he had on the steering wheel. You noticed that he wasn’t humming along to the music and his jaw was set firm. You reached over and placed your hand on his arm, he was pulled from his thoughts as he looked over at you. He relaxed that arm and let you pull it over to your lap, placing your hand in his. 

“Steve, it’s going to be okay.”

He sighed a deep sigh. “I know you say that, but you’re not the one that’s going to be on the firing line here.”

“You’re not going to be on the firing line. My mom is already so excited.” At your words, his head snapped over to you.

“You told your parents?” He asked in a panic.

You caressed his hand. “Just about the engagement. I wouldn’t tell them without you.”

“Oh God, this is going to be a disaster. Your mom is going to hate me and your dad and brothers… they’re going to kill me.” He was full on panicking at this point. You couldn’t help but laugh a bit though. 

“I’m pretty sure you can take them, Steven.” He looked over at you and glared at you.

“Oh yeah, because that’s a great first impression. ‘Hi, I’m Steve Rogers. I’m the guy who’s marrying your only daughter and the baby of the family, and, oh yeah, she’s also pregnant. Let me beat you up with my superhuman strength.’ That will go over real well.” 

All you could do was laugh and hold his hand up to kiss it. “Maybe not quite that direct, sweetie.”

He groaned and you could tell that he was actually very nervous about all of this. “Sweetheart, I need you to listen to me. I know you are worried, but I am being 100% serious when I tell you that you have nothing to worry about. They are going to love you.”

He took a deep breath, still finding it hard to believe you but feeling slightly better.

Another hour had passed and you were finally pulling into the snowy driveway. Steve got out and walked around to your side, opening your door and helping you out. You weren’t showing too much yet, but your hips had been in pain, expanding to accommodate your growing womb, and he did all he could to help ease the discomfort.

The front door opened and your mom quickly made her way down the steps of the porch and hurried over to you, wrapping her arms around you. You returned the tight hug with tears in your eyes. It had been around a year since you had seen your family and you forgot just how much you missed them. 

You were all quickly ushered inside and into the living room. Steve set your luggage down and stood tall and proud. Only those closest to him would notice the nervousness just under the surface. Your three older brothers, sisters in law, and nieces and nephews wouldn’t be here until this evening. You had made sure to get here earlier to give Steve a chance to ease into it all. He had never had a big family and what family he once had, had been gone for a long time. 

“Mom, Dad. This is Steve… my fiancé.” He looked down at you when you said it and the look of love in your eyes gave him a boost of confidence. His whole life was right there in front of him and he would do anything for you. Even brave the next few hours of terror. 

He looked back up at your father and stuck his hand out firmly. “Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” You almost snickered when you heard him using his “Captain America” voice, but you weren’t going to push him right now.

Your mom surged forward, wrapping her arms around Steve. At first he tensed up, not prepared for the sudden embrace, but you could see him visibly melt into the hug. “Please, you’re marrying our daughter. There’s no need to be so formal.” Steve felt such a loving presence from her. Your father, well, he wasn’t cold, but just more reserved, waiting to pass judgment on whether he approved of his little girl's partner.

They ushered you into the living room, you sat beside Steve and held his hand. He was sitting up stick straight. Obviously incredibly nervous. “So,” Your mom started, “When are we going to be planning a wedding?” 

You took a deep breath. “Well, we are probably going to want to have it pretty quickly. Probably this spring.”

“Oh honey, there’s no need to rush. I’m sure you would prefer to take your time. Planning a wedding takes a long time.” 

“Well, we are wanting to have it sooner rather than later. We don’t want to wait.” You said, the nerves of telling your family finally starting to build.

“What’s the rush, sweetie?” You mom continued to push. “I promise you, you won’t want to rush through it all. It’s better to have a good long while to plan everything. I mean when I-”

“I’m pregnant!” You hadn’t meant to yell it out. You mom was just starting to stress you out about pushing the wedding and you couldn’t hold it in any longer. You looked around and Steve was tensed back up, his face giving little away but you knew he was bracing for an onslaught of yelling. You dad looked taken aback and your mom’s eyes were wide. 

“Y-You’re pregnant?” Your mother questioned carefully. All you could muster is to nod your head. After a beat your mom clapped her hands together and let out a squeal of joy. “Oh Sweetie, that is the best news! I am so happy!” She jumped up, pulling you up into a hug. 

“We weren’t going to say anything until this evening but I couldn’t hold it in anymore.” You looked over and gave Steve an apologetic look. He nervously smiled at you, he cleared his throat, feeling like he needed to say something. Your father still seemed wary of him and Steve felt the need to change that.

“I want to assure you both that I love your daughter with everything in me. We had talked about me taking a step back and finally hanging up the shield after we got married. That decision became so much easier now that Y/N’s pregnant. I don’t want to put her or our child at risk and I don’t want to risk not being there for them. I’ve lived my life for others for long enough. It’s time for me to live for her, our child, and for myself.” Your mom seemed totally sold at his words but your father still looked slightly unsure. Your mom picked up on his hesitation. “Y/N, sweetie. Why don’t we go get everyone some dessert to celebrate?” She pulled you towards the kitchen and Steve nodded at you, knowing that he needed to have this talk with your dad. 

As you and your mother left to the kitchen, Steve and your father sat in awkward silence. Steve finally spoke up. “Sir, I just want to reiterate that I love your daughter and want to give her everything in life. I know that the timing of all of this is backwards and I, more than most, appreciate the old fashioned way of doing things. That being said, I wouldn’t change a single thing. I want to marry your daughter and I want to have this baby with her.”

He just nodded his head, letting Steve’s words process. 

“When?”

Steve was confused. “When what, sir?”

“When did you decide to marry my daughter? Was it before or after you found out about the baby? I guess it doesn’t matter much at this point, but it would be nice to know that it was before yo-”

“October 2nd, 2022” Steve interrupted him. “Over a year ago, on our third date. We went to a fall carnival. It was still slightly warm out and she was wearing a white dress and a soft blue cardigan. We had just played a carnival game and she wanted some cotton candy. She smiled up at me and I saw my whole future flash before my eyes. I knew then and there that I wanted her for the rest of my life.”

Steve wasn’t sure how your father was going to react to what he said but was relieved when your dad let a small smile cross his face. “It was my fourth date with her mom. We had gone to the movies and I had chosen something scary, thinking it would help me get close to her. But of course, she had to turn my plans upside down. She laughed the whole movie. Every scary scene was one where she giggled. Turns out, she loves scary movies and always laughs at them. I was sold from then on out.” 

Steve smiled as he told the story, you had the same reaction. “I’m sorry that we sprung all of this on you. We had hoped to tell you tonight along with letting you know that we were thinking about moving back here. If I stay in the city, I feel like I’ll be drug back into the fray. We want to get away from it all and no better place than by family.”

Your dad seemed to light up at that. He had missed his little girl and the prospect of having her closer was a welcome thought. 

“Can I be honest with you, sir?” Steve asked. He nodded yes, prompting Steve to continue. “I’m man enough to admit that I am scared shitless.”

Your dad laughed at that. “I promise you, I don’t bite. Now her brothers? No guarantees.” Steve chuckled lightly at that. 

“No. It’s not that. Although there was and is some definite fear there as well. I don’t know if you know my history, but I didn’t grow up with much family. My father died before I was born and it was just my mom and I for a while. She died when I was just 18 and then it was just me. I didn’t have any father figures growing up. I’m just terrified that I’m going to screw it all up. Y/N and this baby deserve the best of everything and that includes a husband and father. I am just worried that that won’t be me.”

Your dad just walked over to the side table poured himself and Steve a drink, handing the dark amber liquid to Steve. “I’m gonna be honest with you, son. It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. It’s mentally, emotionally, and surprisingly physically exhausting at times.” They both laughed at that. “But just expressing that you're worried that you're not going to do it right makes me know that you will. Will you make mistakes? Absolutely. Every parent does. There’s no manual to all this. But you try your best each day and love them with everything you can. That’s all there is to it. Oh and you gotta teach them to whistle. Y/N can’t whistle worth a damn, so that’s on you.” They both laughed heartily at that and they heard you and your mom coming back into the living room. The smile on your face making both mens heart’s ache. Steve’s for how beautiful you looked, hand resting lightly on your barely there belly, and your father as he saw the beautiful woman his little girl had now become. Your dad clapped a hand on Steve’s back. “You’re going to do just fine, son. Besides, anything you need, we’ll be here for you.”

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[shy-violet-soul]

Recent Recs - June 4, 2022

Here is a list of fantastic works by amazing authors that I highly recommend.

18+ years old or older - assume all fics have adult content!

Marvel

Steve Rogers:

His Inheritance by @jtargaryen18: Your father is the head of one of the most powerful crime families in Boston but he’s protected you from that life. In your quiet home outside the city, you’ve been cared for and protected. When the desires of a more powerful man with the will to dominate bursts into your life, all your illusions are shattered as he comes to claim what is his. (Mob!Steve Rogers AU)

A Few Good Reasons by @angrythingstarlight: Steve has a few good reasons to get up this early. All of them revolve around the pretty new waitress that just started at his favorite diner. (Biker! Steve AU)

Matilda Rose by @christycurlswrites: the relationship between you & Steve fell apart. Four years later, Steve learns he has a daughter.

Bucky Barnes:

Thin Ice by @angrythingstarlight: Bucky has a few rules. The most important is that you always tell him you love him when you leave the house. Because “I love you, Bucky” are his four favorite words. (cute Biker!Bucky AU!)

 Bucky’s Bumblebee by @angrythingstarlight: fearsome mob boss James Barnes is ruthless. His tiny little girl has him wrapped around her finger!

Stucky:

Right Under Your Nose by @foxgloveprincess: It’s not your fault that you bump into two super soldier and endear yourself to them. Seriously. You have no idea what they see in you, but having friends you can trust implicitly is nice. Right?

Henry Cavill & characters

Syverson:

And So Much More by @sillyrabbit81: after a disappointing blind date, your best friend’s older brother comes to pick you up.

Even if You Don’t Mean It by @sillyrabbit81: an unexpected phone call from a brief fling leads to a long-distance romance.

Where Kindness Grows by @rmtndew:  The Great Depression took its toll on a lot of people and some had to get creative to survive. Seraphina’s father decides his solution is to sell his only daughter to a much older man. But when Sy overhears a conversation about the young woman, he makes a decision that will change his life - and Seraphina’s - forever.

People Like Us by @rmtndew:  Sy is set up on a blind date with a single mom. When the babysitter cancels, so does his date. But Sy is determined to salvage what he can.

ACOTAR

Elain & Azriel:

A Surprise Bun by @tswaney17:  Elain has a secret. One that even the male she’s been seeing doesn’t know about yet. But, when Cassian shows up unannounced at the townhouse, everything comes crumbling around her as her secret comes to light. And now she must face the reality of her hidden relationship with Azriel and the consequences it has brought.

Season of the Rose by @fawnandshadows: The agreement has been signed for the engagement of Lady Elain and Lord Lucien Anserra. Everything has been arranged - or has it?

Blooming Shadows by @fawnandshadows: “Are you ready?” Azriel asked from the shadows. His tall frame leaned elegantly against the wall in the study, shadows licked and swirled around him as if shielding him from Elain’s gaze. It made her heart cry, seeing him hidden around her. There was a time when his shadows would vanish completely when she entered a room. When he would look at her and smile, but now, ever since the solstice, something had changed.

In the Garden by @fawnandshadows: Elain saw Azriel watching her in the garden from a window. When she beckoned him to join her, he refused. But he can’t resist the lure of the loveliest flower forever.

[sweetsbfreex]

Christmas tree farm

here's a lil fluff blurb for xmas! Merry Christmas, to those who celebrate and Happy holidays to those who don't <3

-

Steve walks in, more like shoves through the door. The serum was doing its job, but the New York numbing weather was holding its own. His boots stomp against the welcome mat inside the house. His fingers run through his perfectly swept back hair while he releases a puff of air. He’s not exhausted per se, but it’s been hectic as it is only a week from Christmas. Was a little weird for him to wish bad guys would take a break to spend time with their family for christ sake!

“Dada! Dada! Dada!” He hears the shrill voice to his left, turning to see his waddling baby.

“Hi, princess” he takes her in his arms immediately blowing a raspberry against her squishy cheek. “Look at you!” He jostled her a bit, “Mama, has you all cozy and warm huh?”

She giggles and nods. Their daughter is gowned in fleece lined black, leggings, a longer black puffer coat, a beanie decorated in her uncle’s shield, and gloves that were so tiny it amazed him that they created something so cute and tiny.

“Where is she anyway? Honey!” He sets his baby on the floor, beckoning her to sit, so he can put her boots on.

“I’m coming!”

He smirks at her words.

“Get your mind out of the gutter Steven” her stern voice coming closer.

“Hard not to…” he picks his daughter up once he’s finished, placing her on his hip as he greets her mother.

Gripping Y/n’s chin he brings her in for a tight-knit kiss, pulling away just to place a brisk one afterwards.

“I missed you today,” he tells her.

“I missed you too, Stevie” she replies, kissing his cheek.

“Ready to go?”

“Yep! I’m excited to see what we bring.”

Steve walks both his girls out. Opening his car door for his lady before setting the little one in her car seat. Double checking her seatbelt before he jogs over to his side. And once he’s in his seat, seat belt pulled over his body, and he’s tuned into the Christmas station— into the rearview he looks into identical ones, smiling as she bobs her head silently.

When he’s all settled, his hand lays naturally on y/n’s thigh.

-

At the Christmas tree farm, their little one stands between them both. Each parent holding onto her chubby hand. That's until she gets a bit restless and just wants to cuddle into the man she hasn’t seen since breakfast. So, Steve picks her up, kissing her cheek and lets his other arm fall around y/n’s shoulder.

They walk and walk, passing by tree after tree. They didn’t want anything too big, just something quaint and would hit the roof of their living room perfectly. There wasn’t anything that caught their eye immediately. Two salesmen have already walked up asking if they needed assistance, but they’d politely declined each time, not exactly finding what they were looking for.

Steve couldn’t wait for Christmas Day. A day to relax, enjoy the smiles on his girls’ faces when they open their gifts, go out in the snow (maybe they’d go sledding.) and watch a few holiday movies with them cuddled up to him.

Yea, he definitely couldn't wait. But the first step towards that would be to find the perfect tree.

So, they walk and walk.

“Do you see anything, honey?—”

A squeal and the feeling of squirming in Steve’s arm grasps both of their attention. The little girl squeals a bit higher. In Steve’s view, a short, chubby finger points.

Neither of them wants to startle her or urge her in a way she knows they’re trying to elongate the conversation, “That one?” He asks, closing one eye to pinpoint exactly where she’s pointing. Taking small steps as he moves the three of them closer to his guest. As he moves, she nods.

“It’s very pretty, baby” y/n tells her and it’s the perfect size.

The tree is the perfect green, if that exists, and the tips of the branches are dusted in white. To showcase that it snowed.

Steve will love anything either of you pick, y/n loves it, and your little one loves it even more so it’s a definite win.

“This is our winner, huh?” Steve tells you and you smile up at him nodding. “I’ll go get someone to wrap this up,” he hands you your little one and kisses both your foreheads.

When he’s back, a broad man is in attendance beside Steve.

“It would be this one right here,” Steve smiles, pointing at the tree.

“No problem, sir, go ahead and pull your car through and we’ll handle payment.”

It’s perfect! It makes him feel a little giddy…a lot giddy. Now they are gonna head home and spend their time decorating. You already had everything in the attic; Steve would have to bring them down.

-

“Careful, honey!” you exclaim.

“Baby, I’ve got this” Steve reassures you, grunting as he sets it down.

This was nothing for him. He lifted things three times heavier than this mid-size tree, but his wife was a worrywart (something he would never change) and would forget her husband is a super soldier.

He threw the tree over his shoulder like it weighed nothing. There’s traces of the Fraser fir tree from the car to the living room. The smell of it ties itself everywhere around you, taking up space as if it owned the place.

“There” Steve blows out a puff of hair, hands on his hips as he stands back to observe his work.

-

They get to work. Instrumentals of holiday songs fill the domestic air. Steve smiles when he sees the flicker in his daughter’s eyes when he plugs in the warm lights. Lights you had to untangle because Steve couldn’t. It illuminates the tree and the white “snow”. You take a break to make the three of you hot chocolate, resulting in the three of you taking a movie break to finish said hot cocoa.

Your daughter helps with the ornaments. You have to give Steve a Band-Aid when he accidentally pricks himself with the ornament hooks. See. Her lower lips hangs low as she watches her mother tend to it. And when he blows raspberries on her pajama clad belly all is forgotten with her.

Hung are special ornaments: picture of you and Steve (your first Christmas spent as a couple), a picture of your friend group all together at the compound, an ornament of your pregnant and Steve, A flat, salt dough rounded ornament embellished with your daughters footprint at three months old (her first Christmas), and an ornament made by said person, this year, in Pre-K.

Looking back onto these ornaments gives sweet memories that the both of you will always cherish. The tradition relies on you guys doing something small at home, just to have the intimacy of Christmas with the two of you. Then during the day everyone migrates to the compound to spend it as family.

When the tree is all done, his little girl squeals at the excitement of Christmas being so soon.

“It’s gonna be the best one” Steve whispers to you.

“You say that every year,” you laugh.

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