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daest’s stranger things giveaway

Rules:

MUST be following daest so I can private message the winner

reblog this post to be entered (Likes can be used to bookmark the post.)

You can reblog as many times as you like.

Free shipping, this is an international giveaway.

Giveaway consists of:

Yellow Eleven sweatshirt

Hawkins Middle School Radio Club sweatshirt

Stranger Things wall mug

This giveaway ends on May 30th at 6 PM GMT. The winner will be chosen randomly. The winner will receive a message at the end of the giveaway.

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Hey guys!  So I have good news and bad news, so let’s start with the good news.  We have over 4,000 notes.  Omf.  That’s so awesome you guys.  Also, we’re almost to three hundred followers.  Three hundred of you guys and I love all of you, so much.

So for the bad news, unfortunately school is starting, and both myself, ecampll, and cccca, won’t have the time to commit to this blog.  It's very time consuming and we both agree it’s better to stop it now then let everything get out of hand and start putting out sub-par content.  So this is a goodbye?  We might start posting again after all of this school stuff settles down, but I don’t know.  I’m not going to make any promises.  I’m so sorry for the few requests we didn’t fulfil, I feel really bad about it, but I don’t want to have to put one-shots out there that I’m not proud of.  So sorry again, feel really guilty.

Thanks so much, again, for supporting this blog and whatnot.  It was fun while it lasted?  Thanks for the last time, I swear.

: ecampll and cccca

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Imagine goofing off with Skye and Tripp to cheer everyone up.

Y/N: Work it Tripp!

Tripp: How about you join us *pretends to have a lasso and rope you in*

Skye: Tripp is just bringing in the ladies!

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Imagine your in the lab with Fitz when you get a call from your ex.

Y/N: Ignore.

Fitz: Who’s calling?

Y/N: My ex. He’s a dick.

Fitz: Well I-who-I don’t ca- who cares about your ex boyfriend?

Y/N: Aw is little Fitz trying to cheer me up?

Fitz: *blushes and startings working on the icer* Possibly.

Y/N: *walks up and kisses Fitz on the cheek*  Well its working.

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Imagine going undercover on a special Shield mission, and while undercover you run into some old friends.

Steve: Y/n?

Y/n: Steve, I need you to leave.  You're going to blow my cover.

Steve: It's been months.  We searched for you and everything, we thought you were taken out.  What're you doing here?

Y/n: Ask Maria, but right now you need to go.  If you screw this up for me I'm going to be so pissed.

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Imagine that while Bucky is recovering, he plays the piano when he can't describe his feelings in words.  Then, during one of Stark's parties, he sees you and thinks you look absolutely stunning, but is too afraid to say anything.  So instead of voicing his thoughts, he goes to the piano and plays the most beautiful song he knows, because you're the most beautiful person he knows.

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Imagine dragging Pietro to a formal event.

Pietro: Do I really have to wear this thing?  I feel like I'm choking on this tie.

Y/n: Yes you have to wear it, and your tie looks fine, stop messing with it.

Pietro: Imagine how easy it would be for someone to strangle me with this, I basically did the job for them, all they'd have to do is somehow grab my tie and-

Y/n: No one's going to try to kill you at a charity gala Pete, if anything they may shake your hand to death.

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Imagine Bucky waiting for you to come back home after you two had a big fight.

Bucky: Where were you?

Y/n: Out.

Bucky: How long are we going to keep this up?  And why is it okay for you to come stumbling back here at three in the morning?  Y/n, I was so fucking worried about you.  I called you so many times and you didn't answer, I thought something happened to you.  I would never forgive myself if you didn't come back home.  Never.

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Imagine going out drinking with Natasha because she wants to help you get over your ex.

Natasha: Look, there's a guy over there eyeing you down.  Go talk to him!  He's hot, sure he's not Thor hot, but he looks good enough to-

Y/n: Alright, alright I'm going.

Natasha: I expect details later!  Lots of details!

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Educational: Steve x Reader

Request:  Hello! I am a huge fan of your work and check everyday for new ones!! :) anyway I was wondering if you could please do a Steve Rogers x reader when Steve meets her at a museum and she is a historian so she ends up becoming his guide to catch up on history and then they start to fall for each other? Thank you!!

I'm not going to apologize for writing this request first.  Because I was really excited for this one.  This might not be exactly what you were expecting......  But I hope you still like it!  I just kind of went with it.  Thanks again for the request davidteninchme​!  Super cute and so fun to write.  Now cringe with me while you read it :)

  You watched a group of schoolkids file into your place of work, each of them with a different expression.  Wonder, amazement, fascination, and lastly, complete uninterest.  It wasn’t your fault that twelve year olds didn’t enjoy world history as much as you did.  And you obviously enjoyed it, since it was your full time job and everything.

“Welcome to the Museum of Natural History.  Please refrain from touching anything, and for the love of god don’t try to take Captain America's shield.  It’s fake kids, it’s basically styrofoam.  Leave it on the display.”  You huffed before herding the last stragglers towards the prehistoric exhibit.

“That’s a shame, I was really looking forward to trying it out.”

You turned your head and made eye contact with a man towering above you.  His baseball cap hung low on his face, casting shadows and making it impossible to see his features.  The voice was recognizable, however, and you tried to think back to when you might’ve heard it.  Was it from the academy?  No, you definitely would’ve remembered this man’s build if he was in any of your classes.  While you puzzled over his face, a small group of children tried to sneak off into the next exhibit hall.

“Hey!”  You called out, stopping them in their tracks.  “Stay with the group.  We’ll get to the more modern stuff later.”  When you turned back to confront the man, you realized he had already started walking towards the first hallway.

“So, are you a chaperone?”  You asked, sliding into the vacant space next to him.  He was intensely studying a World War II relic, and that’s when everything clicked for you.  “Well of course you’re not, I’m so sorry Mr. Rogers.”

“Please, call me Steve.”  You didn’t want to admit that you were dying inside, but you definitely were.  Steve Rogers was everyone’s idol, and you’d spent countless hours reciting facts about him to hundreds of museum goers.  It was the most popular exhibit.

“You look a lot taller than your wax figure in the next room,” you joked, trying to hide the fact that you were completely intimidated by this man.  He smirked, meeting your eye and making you blush.

“I’ll take that as a compliment, Miss….?”

“Y/n, call me y/n.”  He stared at you for a minute, with a curious look in his eye.  A smile slowly grew on his face, and that slowly turned into a chuckle.  The sound of yelling children pulled you from your trance, and your head jerked towards the group.

“Well, Steve, if you don’t mind, I have a small group to educate,” you said before walking up to the front of the group, annoyed that you had to do your job and not stare at that man.  “Good afternoon everyone.  Today, we’re going through all of history, starting when humans weren’t even around…”

You gave information about each room in great detail, but you were nervous knowing that Rogers was following the group of students, listening to every word you said.  Normally with these tours, the kids wouldn’t pay attention until you got to the super heroes or mutants, which made it a lot less stressful to present.  But with this living legend staring at you while you explained the revolutionary war, you couldn’t help but feel nervous.

The main hallway opened up into the more modern room, displaying what has happened in the past couple of decades.  The students ran around the room, staring in awe at the Asgardian pieces and the ‘disco era’.  You noticed that Steve fit right in with the students that were almost a tenth of his age.  He seemed to dart between displays, reading the important parts of the summary boards and then running to another artifact.  It was honestly adorable.

“So you’re a fan of history I take it?”  When he looked at you, all you could see was excitement in his eyes.  He looked like a kid in a candy story.

“Just trying to catch up on what I missed.”

You solemnly nodded, not wanting to delve further into that conversation.  You knew that Steve missed out on all of these things, and you didn’t want to upset him or anything.

“Well, you picked the perfect place to learn,” you said with a smile.  You strode away, not wanting to get caught slacking off your guide job.  The tour was almost over for these kids, and you tried to come up with an excuse for Steve to stay.

“Hey, um, y/n?” You turned and watched Steve approach you, holding a map in his hands.

“How can I help you?”

“I was wondering if you could walk me around….  These exhibits once this class leaves?”  You watched his finger draw a huge circle around the map, outlining the entire museum.  Letting out a small chuckle, you took the map into your hands and studied it, pretending to think.

“Well, sir, I believe you forgot to include the coffee shop next store.  I’d love to show you that too.”  It was his turn to laugh; his head bowed and his eyes crinkled.

“Are you asking me out on a date?”  He asked, clearly humored.

“Maybe, but I thought I’d give you the complete tour.  You see, you can still learn a lot at a coffee shop.  We could learn about our hobbies, what we like to do in our free time, it’ll still be very informational.”  The two of you couldn’t stop smiling at this point, and you could care less if your boss walked into the room and saw you slacking off.  You hadn’t smiled this much since Jess and Nick kissed for the first time in New Girl.

“Do you think I could figure out if you have plans this Saturday?”  Your heart fluttered in your chest, making you internally scream at the top of your lungs. You let out a breathy chuckle, sawing on your feet happily.

“Let me get rid of these kids,” you said before turning your back to him, ignoring the urge to dance down the hallway.

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Distraction II: Wanda x Reader

Request:  Oh could you please do a Distraction part 2 it can't end like that

We took a little break from writing, so sorry this took forever to put up anon.  I'm a big fan of these one-shots though, I like the Wanda x Reader relationship, so I hope you like them too.

WARNING:  This 'mini-series' is kind of dark, and I hope that doesn't bother anyone.  Again, like I said in the last post, we're not romanticizing abuse of any kind.  This one-shot mentions physical abuse, so if that's a trigger to anyone please stop here.  If you are dealing with physical abuse, please tell someone who can help and get you out of that situation.  There are thousands of services that you can use, like this hotline, and as a last resort you could always talk to us.

Here's a link to the first part.....

And if you want another part to these one-shots, drop a request in our ask.  Let me know if you want the plot to veer more towards a future relationship between the two or what.  Thanks again.

   You shot up out of bed, gasping and shaking yourself fully awake.  Ever since Wanda brought back a few memories from your early childhood, you had recurring nightmares about your past that you thought you had locked up a long time ago.  At first it was like dipping a toe into living hell, but as the days went on, floods of memories resurfaced and left you breathless each time you jolted awake.  It had been two weeks of this nonsense, and sometimes when you woke up at three in the morning, you could hear the soft and gentle notes of a piano ringing through the tower.

Tonight was worse than the others though.  A memory you had worked so hard to erase filled your thoughts and left you dripping with cold sweat and shivering in bed.  You hastily ripped the damp covers off of your body and tripped to the bathroom, flicking on the light before hopping in the shower, but you realized that only made it worse.

The words they said to you rolled down your back with the water; pelting you with slurs and drowning you with tight grasp on your wrists.  Before you were in the shower for a minute, you practically threw yourself out and landed on the floor with a heavy thud.  Not caring if anyone heard, you reached up and pulled a towel off the rack and threw it over your body.  You were lying in a fetal position, hugging the florescent colored towel close.

You heard someone approach the door, and you wearily pulled the towel tighter around you, not wanting to show anybody anything they didn’t need to see.  Seeing that it was Wanda made you nervous, however, so before she could open the door you stood up and secured the towel under your arms.

“Are you okay in here?”  Even though your lights were dim, you could easily see the dark circles around her eyes that seemed to never leave now a days.  Her signature eye roll had been replaced with an eye rub and a yawn, and lately she hadn’t been blocking her thoughts to you.

“Chipper,” you managed to say before grasping onto the bathroom counter for support.  You tried not to make it obvious, but Wanda’s eyes darted to your hand and back to your unnaturally pale face.

“Bad dream?”

“It was nothing.  I’m going to get dressed.”  Wanda left you alone and you quickly dressed.

“I was going to sit on your bed, but I decided not to and threw your sheets in the washer instead,” Wanda commented before grabbing two of your pillows.  “You can crash with me though, I haven’t used my actual bed in weeks.”  You were too tired to decline, and dragged behind Wanda as she led you to her room.

When you entered, what Wanda said finally registered in your brain.

“Where do you sleep?”

“Honestly, I’ve fallen asleep at the piano once or twice.  I’m a big fan of that couch downstairs though.”  You shrugged, not having the energy to pry her for more details.  You carefully folded back the comforter and slid into the sheets, smiling at how cold they felt.  “Well, goodnight again y/n.”

It wasn’t a good night though.  About an hour later, you shot up, on the verge of tears and shaking like a leaf.  It was the same dream, just much more vivid and realistic.  You looked over to see Wanda eyeing you curiously from her desk, but not manipulating your sleep deprived mind to figure out what occurred in the dream.  Well, not yet anyways.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“No.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to talk about it?”

“No,” you groaned, hating how weak you felt.  You knew Wanda was going to put you under her spell any second to satisfy her curiosity, and even though you tried to block her connection, somehow she still slipped through.

This was the suburban house on the east coast you lived in for three years.  You were eleven years old when you first moved there, and you remembered the exact layout like it was burned into your mind.  The bathroom door was opened a crack, and from inside you could hear a struggle and splashing of water.  Your mom was watching from the door, edging your father on as he went about his job.

He yanked you out from the water, letting your eleven year old body gasp for breath before shoving you back under again.  Ancient symbols covered the bathroom walls and you remembered how long they took to paint over.  Your father was saying something to you, but from underwater everything sounded like your own shrill screams.

“We must drown the demons out of your body!”  He bellowed, his face turning red each time you managed to land a kick or push your head to the surface.  You kneed him roughly in the stomach and you took advantage of his weakness to bob your face above the water, taking long, ragged breaths.

Suddenly, you were inhaling water, and you watched as your mother grabbed your shoulders and shoved you down to the bottom of the tub.  Your vision started to go black, but you could still see their outlines, hovering overtop of the water like birds searching for prey.

“Stop resisting y/n, vacate my childs body you sinful creatures,” your mother said the next time you were lifted to the surface.

You gasped for air, clutching the sheets around you and staring at Wanda with wide eyes.  She didn’t move though, she just stared back with an equally terrified expression.  Her hands were shaking and you watched as she slowly approached you.

“I am so, so sorry y/n.  I didn’t know-”

“Whatever,” you said without making eye contact.  You got up and pushed past her, heading downstairs instead of back to your room.  

Navigating in the dark, you found a lightly illuminated sitting room with the grand piano right in the middle.  Wanda had used this one earlier, because her sheet music was still sitting on the stand.  You nudged it aside and carefully placed your fingers on the keys, trying to remember the notes to your favorite classical piece.

Your hands glided beautifully over the keys, still remembering the concerto from years ago.  Wanda approached from the opposite hallway, and when she entered the sitting room, you looked up from the piano, but continued to play.

“Everyone has their outlets,” you called to her while striking some of the last chords, letting them ring before sliding off the stool and walking back towards your room.

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Hello! I am a huge fan of your work and check everyday for new ones!! :) anyway I was wondering if you could please do a Steve Rogers x reader when Steve meets her at a museum and she is a historian so she ends up becoming his guide to catch up on history and then they start to fall for each other? Thank you!!

Okay, you’re fantastic, thank you so much.  Also this request is more than perfect…  I’m so excited, Steve fluff is my favorite thing in the entire world.  This has been added to the list, so it’ll definitely be up soon.  Thanks again!

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Foodie: AoS x Reader

Request:  Imagine you're a agent on Coulson's team with the power of super speed and you use your powers to steal the other agents food all the time

Thank you so much for requesting this! I really enjoyed writing this and hope you don’t mind that i turned it into more of an arguing thing than the reader just running around and taking food. Enjoy!

  "Guys this has got to stop," Skye says as she stomps into the kitchen. 

"I think I know what your talking about, but could you just clarify it's Y/N," Simmons lowers her voice as she speaks. 

"My god! Yes she/he needs to stop stealing my snacks-" 

"Your snacks? I haven't even been able to have a bloody bowel of pretzels since she/he arrived!" Fitz says getting louder by the second. 

"Hey Fitz if you're going to talk about someone you should be more covert about it," Ward says as he walks into the kitchen, "But I will agree with you guys, it was funny at first now it's just gotten out of hand." 

"Just because she has some super power doesn't give her the right to take all of the food," Skye huffs and crosses her arms. 

"What if we tell Coulson? Maybe he can do something about it." 

"Brilliant idea Simmons!" Fitz says, "but um we should go now before lunch comes around." 

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Ward was deemed the man to start the conversation by a vote. He may not have liked that much but he did think he was the best one to start it. So he enter Coulson's office while saying, "Sir we have a problem." 

"What is it?" Coulson says and May turns around. 

"Well, sir we um have a problem with-" Fitz starts but is interrupted by Skye who says, 

"Y/N. This food stealing bs has got to stop. Just because she has super speed doesn't mean she can take our food whenever she/he pleases." 

"Well technically she/he can, but I get your point." Coulson says. 

"Wait, when did this start? I've never had this problem with her/him." May stepped in feeling the need to protect you since she is your s/o. 

"Well that's because you are her s/o Agent May. She/He is probably intimidated by you," Simmons cuts in shrinking back as she says the last sentence. 

"She/He should be because if she/he did- Well let's just say she/he would never take anyone's food again." 

"Well maybe she/he should take your food then May. That would get this problem solved," Ward states. 

Suddenly, the door opens and everyone turns around to you standing in the door with a sandwich. "What's going on here? Did someone forget to invite me to a meeting or something?" you joked. 

"Uh no we were just um," Simmons stopped not good with improving. 

Luckily, Skye came to the rescue, "Asking who was in charge of lunch today since it's Friday and all. Coulson told us it was you." 

"Well, Phil would be right. I've made everyone's favorite sandwich, but you guys better hurry before I eat them all," you say before racing out the door.

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Imagine Grant’s reaction to someone cat calling you.

Ward: I’m going to kick his ass.

Y/N: No your not, because then I’ll have convince Coulson to help me bail you out.

Ward: Well you better go ahead and get Coulson on the phone.

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May I request a Steve Rogers oneshot about how he and the reader met in the battle of NY (she is an avenger too) and how they started dating a couple months after that? ♥ thanks in advance :*

You’re welcome in advance.  This might be up tomorrow, I don’t know yet, but Cap is the best.  Always love Stevie requests.

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Sonic: Pietro x Reader

Request:  Pietro wants to ask the reader out on a date, but the other Avengers get super overprotective because they see you like a younger sister.

Thanks so much for the request disneylandequalssecondhome​!  Sorry it took so long, we all took a little break from imagines.  Hope you like it though!

  “Hey y/n, do you have any plans later today-”

“That I should know about?”  Tony rudely interrupted by sticking his head into your room.  He looked between you and Pietro with wide eyes before plastering the fakest smile onto his face.

It didn’t take superpowers for you to tell that something was up.  For the past week, every time you’d find yourself alone with Pietro, someone would jump in and make everything uncomfortable.  Example being: right now.

“Well I might, if Pietro could finish a sentence around here without someone interrupting him.”

“You’d think someone who can walk so fast could at least talk half the speed.  Banner wants you in his lab,” Tony glanced at you when he said the last part, and you tried to conceal your annoyance.  All you wanted to do was talk to Pete for like, two minutes.  Not only was he incredibly hot, but from what you’ve heard, he doesn’t think you’re that bad either.

“Tell him I’ll be down in a minute.”

“He told me it was urgent.”

This time you didn’t hold back your groan.  You looked back at Pietro, who didn’t seem to understand what was going on in the tower, and willed him to find a way to make you stay.  Then you could figure out if you were going to have plans with him today.

You weren’t going to lie to yourself, you liked Pietro a lot.  It would definitely cause problems around the tower if anyone knew though, so you had kept it to yourself.  So what was this whole parent act Tony was playing?  Did they some how figure it out?  How could they though, you’re never alone with him (thanks to the team), and you really don’t spend much time together, so why’s everyone freaking out?

“Text me,” you told Pietro as you left, and he replied with his signature tight lipped smirk that made your heart flutter.

As you neared the elevator, you could hear Tony start conversation with Pete, still inside your room.  “So, I got new phone upgrades, and was wondering if you’d like me to install it into our phone?  It should only take about a day or five, that is if your phone is in perfect shape.  Here, I’ll start right now.”  You rolled your eyes.  Someone had to know about your little crush.

“You called?”  You asked as you entered the tidy lab.  Bruce was standing in front of a long work table, fiddling with some electronic disk.

“No, but I wouldn’t mind the company.”  Stupid Tony.  But you're stupider for actually believing him in the first place.  You understood that relationships made Tony uncomfortable, but he's had a successful one for a couple of years.  Hypocrite. 

“Banner, tell me, would you be uncomfortable if I started dating someone?”  Unprepared for the question, Bruce’s hand slipped off the tech he was working on and it fell to the floor with a loud clang and sparks.  You could hear him cursing under his breath, and you instantly regretted bringing it up in the first place.

“Depends on who it is.”

“What if they’re on the team?”  Banner’s hands fumbled with the tech again, and once again it fell to the floor.

"Y/n, I don't care who you're romantically involved with.  Just don't do anything stupid, alright?  We all care about you, a lot, but it's your life."  You smiled at Bruce, internally blessing him for being so sweet.

"We just don't like sonic."

You took everything back.

"We?"

"He's just so new to the team...  How can we trust a guy like that?"

"How can we trust a guy who could make this tower collapse at any given second?"

"Low blow y/n, that one really hurt."  Banner tried to look offended, but you could see the humor in his eyes.  You rolled your eyes and headed back towards the elevator, not wanting to continue this conversation.

"But why is he the problem?  At least he's not an assassin, right?"  You couldn't just leave without a further explanation.  You turned back around to face Banner.

What wasn't to like about Pietro?  He was sweet, funny, cute, flirty, basically your definition of a perfect guy.  He hadn’t done anything recently to raise suspicion, and he’d proven that he had everyone’s back multiple times during missions.  What wasn’t to like about him?

“I don’t know y/n,” Bruce groaned.  “Tony, why is Pietro a bad choice?”  You hadn’t noticed that Tony entered the room, but you dreaded the conversation that was about to ensue.

“Well, he’s irresponsible for one-”

“And you’re not?”  You interjected, shooting the man a glare before stalking off to the other side of the room.

“He’s got an awful taste in shoe brands.  Who wears Adidas anymore?”

“What does that have to do with anything?”  You basically screamed.  The two men were silent, refusing to make eye contact.  You took this as a cue to get out of dodge, so you slowly started making your way to the exit.

“We don’t want you to get hurt,” Tony sighed, like stating this simple fact was admitting defeat.  “And we don’t know if we can trust him to take care of someone so important to us, to everyone.”

“Maybe you should give him a chance, to prove himself.”

Tony looked over to a window, and seemed to admire the beauty outside.  The skyline glowed in the heat of the sun; everything was reflecting light and casting the beams onto the people in street.  Everything was chaos from below, but if you looked at it from above, it was like everything was somehow working in perfect harmony.

“Maybe we should.”

It was much later in the afternoon when you finally found Pietro.  He was flipping through a book in one of the emergency stairwells, and when he noticed your presence his eyes lit up.

“Sorry I couldn’t get back to you sooner, but I do have plans tonight,” you said before you started walking down the stairs, ignoring the tug at your heart and smile on your lips.  At the landing below, you turned around to look at him, seeing his disappointment.  This made you want to laugh more, and you turned to keep descending.  “Are you coming, or what?”

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Heeeeyyy can you please write a Steve one shot where you have a baby boy (I love the name Luke) and you take him home for the first time and Steve is so adorably excited and protective when introducing baby to the other Avengers. Thank you<3

Omf I love the name Luke too, this is great.  This will definitely be up tomorrow, and I’ll tag you in it so you don’t have to search for it or anything.  Thanks for requesting!

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