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neonovember · 1 year
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Loved loved loved the steve headcanon. If you’re in the mood, I would an expansion on the “steve is the type of man to never let you go to bed angry, even if you’ve both had a fight and he end up on the coach” because I absolutely agreed and I especially enjoyed reading that! Thank you for sharing this husband!Steve HC.
oh yes most definitely! His mind wouldn't rest until he knows you're at peace. Ask and you shall receive (i must say I did get quite carried away). I wrote this at 1 am so be aware of spelling :)
The Steve headcanon
My soul cannot sleep without you
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The rumble of the car engine comes to a stop as Steve pulls into the garage of your shared home, the living room light is still on and if you weren't already irritated, you'd mentally smack yourself for being so forgetful. Bills weren't cheap, even on an avenger's salary. 
Collecting the ends of your dress you shoulder your way through the car door, slamming it with an oomf for good measure. Steve, of course, shuts his door gently, and it leaves you even more annoyed with him. 
Why is he not angry? 
You don't dare look behind you as Steve begins to jog towards you, you fear the confusion that has been plastered on his face for the last 20 minutes would make you explode. 
You're about to open the door until you remember, he has the keys, Steve is already one step ahead of you, fingers brushing past your elbow as he twists the golden metal into the door nob. You can feel his stare burning into the side of your face but you will yourself not to look his way, to see that look on his face that would have you conceding.
The smell of peppercorn and maple engulfs your senses as you enter your hallway, the soft air of familiarity fails to calm your tense shoulders however, as you pass the framed pictures of you and Steve over the years without so much as a glance.
Reaching your kitchen you notice the bouquet of orchids Steve had bought you earlier today left on the counter, in the rush to get to the compound's charity ball on time you had forgotten to find them a vase.
What flowers would she like?
You search through the kitchen cabinets before you grasp the clear glass, shufflingly through appliances and setting it on the granite counter. You unwrap the orchids, cutting the stems down to fit into the glass vase and filling them generously with water. Steve looks at you incredulously, arms folded as his eyes follow your movements.
"Are you going to say something?" Steve says, his melodic voice travelling through the house, bouncing off the glass vase yet failing to penetrate you.
You begin to clean the stems and spilt water from the counter, ignoring Steve’s attempt at conversation. Did he seriously not realise the brunette practically hanging onto his every word?
Steves's hand grasp your own, stopping you from wiping down the rest of the kitchen, he lifts your chin but your eyes remain downcast, fiddling with the string of the washcloth.
"Can you at least look at me?" Steve says, scanning your face that remained emotionless. His fingers glide across your arms to rest on your cheeks, and the feeling of his hands on you, after she'd touched them has you ripping them off of you. Scoffing, you throw the washcloth into the sink, before turning towards Steve.
"I don't understand, why are you upset? Did I do something?" Steve furrows his brows, his hands gripping his pants as if he's stopping himself from reaching for you.
You scoff at that, "You can't be serious Steve, you are one of the smartest people I know and you can't notice something happening right in front of you?"
He shakes his head, eyes squeezing as he opens them, you notice him scanning over the events prior, but it comes up empty and it has Steve looking more confused than before.
“What's her name, huh Steve? At least tell me her name” You whisper, arms folded as the shimmers of the dress begin to irritate you.
“What? Who?” Steve replies, stepping closer to you
“Who? The brunette who was hanging off of you the entire night Steven” You groan, you hated facing your insecurities, much less voicing them.
There is a momentary pause in Steve as his mind backtracks to the evening, sifting through the hundreds of faces he’d seen tonight, he finally realises who you're talking about.
Tony’s accountant
“Marianna?” Steve scoffs
“Yes, Marianna” You spit her name like poison, but you can’t seem to get her face out of your mind, she’s taken homage next to the laundry you hadn't gotten the time to do. The way her pantsuit fitted her elegantly, sophisticated and modern, she was the woman of the future. And you were just, well, you.
She could pull off a red lip, something that never quite looked good on you, and the very way she spoke told you she said very few words that didn't ilicitate constant adoration. She didn't need to fill the space with empty jargon, every word had meaning.
The constant comparison had followed you the entire evening, and the past insecurities that you had thought you'd overcome seemed to weigh you down like an anchor, pulling you into the deprecation you knew all too well.
It was fine, you’d get over it until she began to talk to Steve, your husband. you didn't miss the look on her face as they conversed, utter, pure amazement. You knew it because you wore it every day, Steve had a way with people, it's what attracted you to him in the first place.
You felt out of place as they spoke about diplomacy and business, and at that moment you had wished you actually listened when Tony pulled you into one of the many long rants you'd gotten used to. 
She wasn't even mean to you as if the playground tactics were beneath her, but it didn't take her calling you a bitch to know the animosity that radiated from her every time Steve had tried to pull you into their conversation. You knew where you weren't wanted and you weren't about to make a fool of yourself. So you left them to it as you sat next to Natasha, who offered you a much-needed drink.
She had noticed your annoyance at Marianna the second she came over, as she always did, and for a second, you wish Steve would too. He was too pure too good, to take notice of the way Marianna got closer and closer to him or the way she bit her lip and laughed a little too hard at one of his lame jokes. The poor man thought she was being friendly, he was oblivious to her true motives.
Natasha held her grin behind an empty champagne glass, snickering when Marianna threw her head back for good measure. You had vented to her there, and she reminded you of the man Steve was. How he was absolutely enamoured by you and you only, how you had him wrapped around your finger so tight he wouldn't even think about looking at another woman that way. It was all things you knew deep down, but that didn't stop your brain from imagining the worst, that he was deep in an affair with his co-worker, and you were the dumb clueless wife who waited for him at home.
You wouldn't let that happen again, not after all those years of betrayal from an ex, you wouldn't let yourself be made a fool. Pride had a way of getting in between reality, and you let it stew you in anger until you were mad at Steve instead of her.
Steve shakes his head, moving closer to you,
“She's just Tony’s accountant, we chatted for a few, that's all doll” Steve replied, carding a hand through his blonde locks. Reasoning, however, doesn't seem to be on your mind tonight as you remember all the lies you've been told starting with she.
She’s just a friend, she’s just an assistant, she’s just...
“Well, she seemed to have taken your attention for the whole night, while I was left drinking champagne of all fucking things with Natasha. She was meant to go find her date for that night, but instead, she was with me” You replied looking towards him in anger.
“Well, I tried to include you in the conversation, but every time I asked for your opinion your mind seemed as if it was a thousand miles away!” Steve replied swiftly hands gesturing around.
“Yeah, because she was laughing every single goddamn time I opened my mouth, god Steve, can't you see what she’s doing?” You replied even faster, swallowing down the brick that began to form in your throat.
“What, what is she doing, I thought I was having a conversation with a colleague, but you seem to know better” Steve quipped, his jaw tensing and his shoulders seized.
“She wants you, and you’re either too blind to see it or already fucking know it” You replied, muttering under your breath.
Steve scoffs, shaking his head, eyes scanning your face as he remains silent.
“Is your silence meant to mean I was right?” You yell, tears beginning to gather on your waterline and you have to pinch yourself to get force them to remain there.
Steve’s eyes never leave your face, the cerulean orbs darting left and right, and up and down as if trying to understand your benevolence. His arm twitches as if he wants to gather you into his embrace and forget this entire evening.
“How can you say that” Steve replies, after a short while, “I was courteous, polite for god's sake, you know I would never do that to you” Steve moves until his hands grasp your own. They’re warm to the touch like he always is, and they begin to soothe the coldness that has begun to take over your body.
It doesn't help though, instead, it reminds you of the times you've been told that your insecurities were imaginary, that the unfaithfulness in your relationship wasn't real. That you, instead were harbouring a secret, the anger you felt then turned to guilt at your own self for even accusing him of cheating. If you were told enough times that your reality wasn't yours, you’d start to believe it.
“Yeah well, the only person I can ever trust is myself” You whisper, spitting the words out and unlatching yourself from Steve's grasp. Steve looks down at you in shock, betrayal and hurt falling over his features, whilst yours turn to stone.
He closes his eyes before opening them again, nodding as if he accepted your anger.
“Fine, I’m taking the couch,” Steve scoffs, ripping off his tie and placing it on the counter, before walking into the living room the loud stomp of his shoes vibrating through the quiet house.
You turn to the discarded tie, grasping it into your palm, the texture of the material felt velvet against your fingers. It was a plain tie, one you'd find anywhere, but it was the first tie you'd ever gotten him. You'd gifted him many over the years, all of them more expensive and chic than this one but he'd told you you'd have to pry it out of his cold dead hands before he would give it up. 
It was his lucky tie because you were his lucky girl.
Where you still now?
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The satin pillow dampened with your tears, you hadn't waited to even close the door before you were muffling a sob that broke out of your throat. Since then, the tears never ceased, you had to shove your face into the covers to make sure Steve wouldn't hear you.
Sleep was fruitless, you had tried everything, but you lay there, like clothes on a washing line, wrung out and left to dry. Your mind wouldn't let the image leave, her fingers grabbing his bicep as she laughed, the way he grinned as his humour got praised.
Was that it, had she given him more attention? More than you?
A billion reasons clamoured your mind as you pushed your fingertips to your eyelids, wishing that you hadn't even gone to the charity ball at all, save the humiliation just for your mind only.
Deep down you knew, you knew that this was all the insecurities of your past coming forth from their hiding places. Steve was the best person in your entire life, he would never, his stupidly good heart wouldn't allow it. But that was just it, he was too kind and nice and good that people like Marianna were able to sink their claws and have their way with him however they wanted.
He thought they were being friendly, but they knew they weren't.
Hours seem to pass before you find the room illuminated with the light of your phone in your palm, your chest feels tight and uncomfortable and you don't know how much more of this you could take.
Tapping onto the folder named “him”, you are met with hundreds of photos of you and Steve throughout the years, starting from the very few dates you had before he claimed you as his, till the wedding night when you both had stayed up to take out the millions of pins in your intricate hair.
In all of them, every single one, Steve displays the same adored, content look of utter satisfaction and love, his eyes sparkled with it, like the sun glittering against the gentle waves and folds of the sea. An endless pool of longing that seemed to have depth only for you, to crash and fight and turn inside and out for you.
Your relationship was never easy, but Steve has always, always been the anchor that brought you back, he never gave up, even when you pushed him away and left him in the dark. Even when the fear of loss and hurt caused you to scream things you didn't mean and do things you shouldn’t have.
You flick across to a photo of Steve looking towards you, a soft grin lighting up his face as you held Clint’s newborn, you were cuddled up on a seat, your knees tucked into you as you were sucked into the guilty pleasure of red fat cheeks and baby fever.
Sam had captured it without Steve looking, sending it to you a couple of days ago with the words ‘Someone wants to be a daddy’. You’d laughed it off but each day you'd come back to that picture. Back to the moment when Steve looked like he had never loved something harder than you, as if it was his first time ever really feeling it.
He loves you, you know? I knew it the day he met you, he has this look on his face, where his eyes get all glazed over and his fingers are reaching for you. It’s like he can’t breathe until he can hold you, like his body will break in two and his heart will stop.
Natasha had told you that one night on the terrace unprovoked, with a beer in her hand and the moonlight falling over the both of you. She had been there from the start, had found you when you were still a shell of a person, back then you didn't even know what love was. You fear if it wasn't for her you and Steve wouldn't have ever met.
“Steve would never do that” 
The sounds of her voice those hours ago ring in your head. It was true, your entire time with Steve told you but what thing, he was not your ex. He was kind, and soft and held you like you were glass and he'd crush you. And then suddenly, as if a switch had been turned in your mind, the light of a dark place turning on you realise how utter fucking foolish you had been.
Steve’s faith in you never faltered, even when it should have he never felt a reason to distrust you, it was foreign, it felt strange to have someone utterly and fully hand their trust and soul to you. And what had you given him in return? Accusations and anger. 
Did he think now, that you did not trust him? That he had failed to show you how you should be loved? How he would never hurt you?
Those men from your past would never amount to Steve, and suddenly you felt you would die right in this room if you didn’t move. If you tell Steve he was enough and that you believed him and that the vows he uttered held true. Every hair on your body itched with this need until the covers were thrown across from your body and your phone was discarded on the bed.
You swung open the door, the cold hair hitting your face and you stumbled through the dark, you run down the hardwood stairs, the haunting reality of your actions following you, you had been so so foolish.
Steve is there, his frantic motions walking towards the bedroom freeze as he notices you. His shirt is crumpled and unbuttoned, and his golden hair is ruffled, the strands falling over his face as if he's run his fingers through it too many times. 
A look of desperation and longing paint his features as he watched you, hands shaking at his sides as he sinks his canines into his reddend lip. You wanted nothing but to hold him now, and the thought bring you to tears, blurring your vision until you miss a step, your heart dropping into your stomach as you brace yourself, waiting to meet the cold hard ground of the kitchen floor.
It never comes, instead, heated, carded muscle wraps around you, and you the smell of Steve, of earth and pine cones has you crying into his shoulder.
He came to you, even when you had screamed at him to leave,
He came to you.
Fresh tears slide down your cheek and you grip Steve, whose fingers softly rub your back, hands tightening around your waist.
“M’ sorry, so sorry Steve, please” You hiccup, covering your face into his shoulder.
“Ssh, my sweet girl, I know” Steve whispers, never seizing his gentle caress. His hands lift your face from his neck, thumb gathering the tears at your waterline. “I know, it’s okay, it’s okay, just breathe for me, hm? 
“In and out, can you do that for me?” Steve breathes out, eyes straining as he watches your shallow breaths ease into semi-normal respiration.
Without a word, Steve collects you in his arms and walks through the house until he enters the bedroom, shutting the door with his foot, eyes never leaving your face as he gently places you onto the now cold bedsheets.
You shudder, reaching for him as he slides in, arms wrap around your sides as he continues his light motions on your back, his fingers come to move your hair behind your ear, pressing a soft kiss to your neck.
You turn around swiftly, hands reaching to cup his face before you’re met with his reddened eyes, it's your turn now to brush away the tears before pressing your lips to his,
‘I should never have, Stevie, you, I-, you would never” You whisper against him his chest, the soft rise and fall lulling you into a state of haze and exhaustion. He presses his forehead to yours
“I just want to hold you now, god, I don't know what I will do if I don’t hold you” Steve replies muttering the words painfully. You wrap your arms around him, pressing yourself into his stomach as his biceps surround you. The sound of Steve's heartbeat, the rhythmic badum badum badum, engulfs you with a sense of tranquillity you hadn’t realised you couldn’t live without.
Steve, your sweet boy, was the one thing you couldn’t live without, without Steve, next to you, holding you between his arms, you don't think you would ever quite find sleep. Not anymore, not after him.
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sergeantbarnessdoll · 4 months
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Milk and Cookies » Steve Rogers/Captain America
December 5th
Pairings: Husband/Dad!Steve Rogers x Wife/Mom!Reader with son James
Summary: Steve’s and Y/N’s 4 year old son can’t sleep so Steve lets him snack on milk and cookies.
Warnings: Fluff, language, nothing but cuteness, hugs and kisses, cuddling, nicknames for son (buddy, sweetie), pet names for Y/N (sweetheart)
Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.
GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.
❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️
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“Daddy!” Steve hears a little voice.
“Daddy!” He hears again with a small hand tapping his arm.
Steve’s eyes open to see his and your 4 year old son James standing on his side of the bed. He checked the time on his phone which displayed 1:32am.
“What’s wrong, buddy? Why aren’t you in bed?” Steve asks, rubbing his eyes.
“Can’t sleep.” James says with a pout.
“You can’t sleep?” He says.
“No.” James nodded his head.
“I have an idea.” Steve says, getting out of bed.
Steve picked up James and quietly went downstairs so him and James didn’t wake you up. Steve sat James on the counter and rummaged through the cabinets causing James to furrow his eyebrows in confusion.
“What you doing, daddy?” James asks.
“Looking for the cookies.” He says.
“Cookies?” James asks, tilting his head slightly.
“Yes. Cookies.” Steve says.
When Steve found the cookies, he put them on the counter next to James and grabbed two cups and the milk from the fridge.
“Your grandma did this when I was your age when I couldn’t sleep.” Steve says as he poured milk in the cups.
“Your mommy did let you eat milk and cookies past your bedtime?” James asks.
“Sometimes.” He says with a smile.
Steve grabbed a couple of cookies, giving one to James. James took it from his daddy and dipped it in the milk and took a bite of it.
“Daddy, who was I named after?” James asks curiously.
“You were named after uncle Bucky. Daddy’s best friend.” Steve tells him.
“I thought his name was Bucky?” He asks confused.
“It is. His middle name is Buchanan, but he goes by Bucky.” Steve explains.
“Oh ok.” James eats the rest of his cookie. “Can I watch cartoons?” He asks.
“Normally I would say no, but yes you can. Don’t tell mommy.” He says.
“No tell mommy.” James says.
Steve cleaned up the little mess of cookie crumbs on the counter and put the cookies away. He picked James up off the counter and walked to the living room and sat down on the couch with him in his arms.
“What do you want to watch?” Steve asks, turning on the TV.
“SpongeBob!” James says excitedly, clapping his hands.
“Why SpongeBob?” He asks.
“Uncle Peter lets me watch it at his house and he’s funny!” He tells his daddy.
Steve chuckled at his son’s cuteness and put SpongeBob on. It didn’t take long for James to fall asleep. Steve noticed and grabbed a blanket from the other side of the couch. He carefully laid down with James on his chest and covered the both of them up. He wrapped his arms around him protectively and kissed the top of his head. Steve fell asleep soon after.
When morning came, you rolled over to wrap your arm around your husband only to find out that he wasn’t in bed. You got out of bed and went to James’s bedroom, thinking Steve was in there, but he wasn’t. You began to panic. You quickly went downstairs, but heard the sound of the TV coming from the living room. You went to the living room to see James playing with some of his toys on the floor and Steve sleeping on the couch which made you feel relieved. James looked up and smiled.
“Good morning, mommy!” James smiles.
“Good morning, sweetie!” You bent down to kiss his forehead.
“Daddy sleeping.” He says in almost a whisper.
“I see that.” You say.
You sat down on the couch and leaned down to give Steve a kiss on his cheek making him smile. He opened his eyes to see you sitting next to him. Steve sat up and gave you a sweet kiss on your lips.
“Do you want to explain why you were in bed when I woke up?” You asked your husband.
“James couldn’t sleep last night.” Steve says.
“Daddy let me eat milk and cookies and let me watch cartoons, but you’re not supposed to know!” James chimes in.
“Oh really?” You say, looking at your husband.
“I thought it would help him sleep.” He says.
“I did go back to sleeps!” James says.
“Well that’s good. What do you want for breakfast?” You asked.
“Pancakes!” James says with excitement.
“Alright. You two stay here and I’ll make breakfast.” You say, standing up and went to the kitchen.
“Thank you!” James and Steve say at the same time.
“You’re welcome!” You say back.
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-Bucky’s Doll
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buckyysdoll · 8 months
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๋࣭ ⭑ — 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐡𝐜𝐬 — ๋࣭ ⭑
જ⁀➴ — 18+ MDNI — summary: random little hcs for a few marvel characters, based on the title above — x f!reader —includes: bucky, steve, tony, natasha, wanda, mcu! peter parker; a/n: idk how i feel about this one?? mentions of dark! bucky + dark!steve, sexual innuendo, sort of hints at dark!natasha xx
MAIN MASTERLIST
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જ⁀➴ — 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒 — his jaw sets, eyes immediately harden on whoever you’re with. because of his past, and his own insecurities, jealousy comes so easy to him — he tries hard to hide it, doesn’t want to seem possessive of you, but the thoughts come and are hard to stop. the guy that won’t stop flirting with you must obviously have some kind of death wish, and you know that he’s gonna be more of the silent, brooding type — well, just cos it’s him <3 so, he’ll just keep a hand on you for the whole entire night, if he can — held at your waist, on your thigh, in your own; anywhere to show the world that you’re his <3
╰┈➤ — in other thoughts, dark!bucky will also stay silent for most of the night, but when you meet his eyes throughout you’ll see that look, and your stomach will flip. you’ll know without a doubt that you’ve now landed yourself in trouble, but you’d be lying if you said that it didn’t turn you on to think of what he’ll demand for it later <3
જ⁀➴ — 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 — i don’t really feel that he’d get that jealous with you, to be honest; or yes he would, but he’d be more casual about it — your communication has always been open. in general, he’s just secure enough in your relationship that he doesn’t feel too threatened by others, so he’ll just settle for an arm at your waist and try to talk with you, to join in your joy.
╰┈➤ — or, alternatively, hc for dark!steve — things turn out a little bit different. he’ll easily play along with whatever you’re doing, join in with your conversation; you’ll think that he’s fine, until you’re back at the compound and suddenly he’s not quite so chatty anymore. you’ll ask him what’s wrong; “was it something i did?” and he’ll just shoot you a look. slowly walk over, take your chin between thumb and forefinger and just say — “yes, it was” in that soft, deadly whisper that has your legs clenching on nothing, already.
જ⁀➴ — 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐊 — is instantly catty. doesn’t even care how he shows it, either. tony’ll resort to his old, trusted coping mechanisms of sarcasm, arrogance, disdain; makes it quite plain just what he thinks of the presumptuous asshole at the bar. trust me when i say he will not try mincing his words — he’ll make it embarrassing when you’re only just talking to someone at one of his stark business functions. tony won’t stop grilling him, hiding his ire behind a tight lipped smile that doesn’t quite meet his eyes — doesn’t know how to show what he’s actually feeling even when in an established relationship. the truth is just that he would much rather push you away — before you did it, first.
જ⁀➴ — 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐅𝐅 — shows her displeasure through the weapon she often does use — blatant sex appeal, beauty. she’ll seek out the first person she can flirt with, even if you’re just absently chatting; you have to know, in her cunning and conniving way, that two can play at this game. you know it’s a test though, judging by the way that her eyes are on you all the while, even as she toys with some random guy’s tie or lean’s close to whisper into a girl’s ear. all the while she’s gauging your reaction with each move that she makes, seeking the sweetness of your breaking point. filthy jealous sex will ensue <3
જ⁀➴ — 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐗𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐅𝐅 — like bucky, is inwardly damning the bastard to hell, but will keep it contained. she’ll just lay her head on your shoulder as she stands close beside you while you’re talking to them, presses small kisses to the side of your neck, or your hand; subtle ways to reclaim your attention
જ⁀➴ — 𝐌𝐂𝐔! 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑 — okay, this boy doesn’t have a dark bone in his body, and will just be inwardly wrecked. he really doesn’t want to feel jealous, he hates it; has no claim on who you can talk to. peter knows you have every single right to spend time with whoever, that the choice is just yours; and yet he still can’t ignore the slight pang in his chest as he watches your head tip back, as he sees how you laugh at something he hasn’t said — at the dickhead from one of your classes. he’ll try to blame it on just indigestion, anything, even as his throat constricts with something ugly. it’s an emotion that he doesn’t dare to quite define just yet, so will instead settle for seeing you happy in whatever form that takes. even so though, just like wanda, i see your soft boy doing subtle things for your attention — playing with your hair or laying his head in your lap, just so needy and sweet.
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holylulusworld · 10 months
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Have You Ever Really Loved a Woman
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Summary: Steve tries to make amends.
Pairing: Mobster!Steve Rogers x Wife!Reader
Warnings: angst, fluff
Inspired by Bryan Adams’ Have You Ever Really Loved a Woman
<< Part 1 - Truth or dare
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To really love a woman
To understand her, you gotta know her deep inside
Hear every thought, see every dream
And give her wings when she wants to fly
Then when you find yourself lyin' helpless in her arms
You know you really love a woman
‘Let love guide your way if the storm brews deep within your heart.’ You read out loud. “As if love could fix how I feel.” You shake your head and slam the book shut. “Nothing changed. Nothing will ever change.”
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“Fucking great Rogers. Thanks to your little fight with your wife my mother and wife are at my throat every day. Fix this shit,” Rumlow yells loud enough to make the maid passing Steve’s office by flinch. 
“This is all your fault! You said I’m weak because of my feelings for Y/N. I only showed everyone I’m not whipped!” Steve bites back. “Maybe you should learn to shut your mouth and not talk shit about other people’s relationships.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t tell your wife she means nothing to you. No wonder she was all over me at the party.”
“If,” Steve is out of his seat and in Rumlow’s face in the blink of an eye. He glares at Rumlow, snarling at the man claiming to be the man you want, “you ever mention my wife again, you are fair game. I’ll kill you, your family, and everyone you ever met in your pitiful life.”
“Calm the fuck down, Rogers,” Rumlow grunts. He shoves against Steve’s shoulders and sneers at your angry husband. “I don’t want your wife. She’s not my type. I don’t do uptight and difficult. I like me an obedient little thing.”
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“Doll, please stop ignoring me. I know I broke another promise, but you must-“ he sighs deeply as you switch through the channels. “We will go to Paris soon. I had to take care of business. You know how often a deal must be taken care of.”
“I only know that everything and everyone but me is important to me. You asked me to forgive you, and I tried. But you didn’t lift a finger to show me I mean more to you than an easy lay. So, go ahead and take care of business.”
“Y/N, please understand that this had nothing to do with me and you, doll,” he softly says. “I’m truly sorry we couldn’t go on that trip. Please talk to me.”
“Have you ever loved someone else but yourself?” you question. “Did you open your heart completely to someone, Steve?”
“I love you,” he says without hesitation.
“That’s not what I mean,” you drop your eyes and shake your head. “Have you ever really loved a woman, Steve? Did you take your time to get to know her inside and outside? Not just to make her spread her legs or to stick around.”
You get up from the couch to leave the room. Steve grabs your arm, holding you back.
“Baby doll, I see my future in you, and no one else. You own my heart,” he cups your face with both hands, gently cradling it. “Only you, Y/N. Whatever you believe is true, you’re wrong.”
“You’ve got a strange way to apologize,” you grin at Steve. “Telling me I’m in the wrong is not the way to earn my forgiveness. You should be on your knees, begging for forgiveness, showering me with attention and gifts.”
“Oh, I know you’d love to see me on my knees for you, or-“ he dips his head to brush his lips over yours, “when I go down on you.”
“In your dreams, Mr. Rogers.” 
“You forget that I know you better than you know yourself,” he leans closer to brush his lips over your cheek. You shudder as he presses his lips against yours. 
“Steve, you’re not forgiven. A kiss and sweet words won’t make me forget what you said that day. You hurt me deeply, and everyone knows about it. My friends. Your friends. Even Rumlow.”
To really love a woman
To understand her, you gotta know her deep inside
Hear every thought, see every dream
And give her wings when she wants to fly
Then when you find yourself lyin' helpless in her arms
You know you really love a woman
“Y/N,” his features sadden as you try to pull away. “I only ever felt weak and helpless in your arms. I knew, just knew you’ll be the death of me. Not literally, of course. But the old me. A cold man wanting nothing to do with feelings, love, and shit.”
“You don’t look different,” you say as you look Steve up and down. “Your hair is a little longer, and your beard thicker. Maybe you got some grey strands.” He huffs when you run your fingertips through his hair.
“That’s not what I mean, Y/N. The man I used to be has died the moment you entered my life. I’m glad he died. You’ve changed my life for the better.”
“Steve… that’s… disgustingly sweet. Do you want me to hold you, and pat your head,” you coo and pat his chest. 
“If I didn’t love you so much, you would find yourself bend over my desk, my hand bruising your ass,” he threatens. 
“Steve.”
“Yeah?”
He leans closer again to press his lips to your temple.
“I want to go to Paris next month. No discussion.”
“I give you everything you want.”
“If you want to show me you’re truly sorry, you won’t give me what I want. But what I need…” 
You got to give her some faith, hold her tight
A little tenderness gotta treat her right
She will be there for you, takin' good care of you
You really gotta love your woman, yeah
And when you find yourself lyin' helpless in her arms
You know you really love a woman
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bluemusickid · 2 years
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In the end, it's you and I
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader
Warnings: fluff, smut, soft moments, breeding kink, that's it. 18+, MINORS DNI.
A/N: So, @maladaptivexxdaydreaming sent me this GIF and oh GOSH. It evoked something inside me. So here goes, ig.
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"Shh."
It wasn't just a sound. It was a sentence in itself. If you'd asked your past self about the sound, she would've said it annoyed her; big time. To be honest, one only hears the "shh" sound as a toddler or a child. Hearing it as an adult is just considered rude.
Or so you thought. That was before you met Steve. It seemed like that was his favourite thing to say.
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"Shh."
That's all he said, as he held you, rocking you gently as you held onto him, crying your heart out.
"It's ok, sweetheart. Let it all out."
You clung to him, reliving everything. You lost her. Your best friend, no, your sister almost. She had succumbed to the deathly disease. You had held her till her last breath, just as Steve was holding you right now. You tried to stop, but the tears kept coming. You held on to him, like you were holding on for dear life.
"Shhh." He whispered, pressing soft, feather light kisses into your hair. You didn't even know how much time passed as he held you like that, occasionally gently rocking you. You woke up the next morning, in his bed; a glass of water on the nightstand. He'd slept on the sofa outside, keeping a watch on you all night.
In the morning, he'd made you breakfast; your favourite waffles and OJ. There were no words spoken, but the quiet domesticity spoke volumes.
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"Shhhh, sweetheart." He'd muttered through gritted teeth, covering your mouth with his palm as a moan slipped through your lips. A boring black-tie affair in Captain America's honour couldn't be spiced up in any way, yet here you were. Being pounded into within an inch of your life just behind the stage, where your husband would be getting an award.
You squeezed your eyes shut, a myriad of emotions flowing through you. But at the top of the list, there was only one coursing through your veins. And that was lust. You held onto his blazer with a death grip, wrinkling it in the process; but you didn't care. He was making you feel too good for you to give a damn.
His grip tightened on your waist, as he literally pounded you into the wall, hitching your leg on his hip. You gasped behind his mouth as he crashed his lips to yours, swallowing the sound.
You watched your husband from the audience, as his cum leaked into your ruined panties. Guess there were perks to being Mrs. America after all; a boring black-tie affair finally became interesting.
Running your fingers through his hair, you begged, beseeched him to let you come before you were caught in flagrante delicto. You could sense that he, too, was close, as he came with a grunt, his hot spend coating your walls; his hands gripped your hips a little too tightly. You came around him with a squeak; your walls tightening around him, trying to make him a part of you.
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"Shhh, princess." You heard him mutter.
You checked the clock, which read 3:00 AM. Groaning, you sleepily made your way down to the kitchen to warm up a bottle of milk. You groggily walked to the nursery, ready to take over. Just as you neared the room, you heard Steve softly sing to your baby, his voice lilting through the silence of the early hours.
"Don't cry, my princess. Daddy's here. He's always gonna be here for you. And that's a promise."
Your daughter started fidgeting again, searching for food as you walked in and handed him the bottle, knowing better than to get in the way of daddy and his precious daughter, who had managed to wrap him around her little finger in a short period of 3 months.
You went back to bed, hearing his muffled "shhh."
A few years ago, if someone had shushed you, you would've punched them. But ever since you met Steve, there couldn't have been a more sweeter sound.
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Oh gosh. I wrote this in a day, flat. Never have I written this fast, and I have Ali to thank for that. Hope y'all like this!! 💕😘
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aalyssah · 1 year
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Snow Day
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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Wife!Reader
Warnings: A little Angst, Cursing, Fluff, and Names.
Word Count: 798
Summary: You and Steve was doing a snowball fight, and you accidentally break the grouchy neighbour's window causing a fight.
A/N: Hope you Enjoy!
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You always wished that you could see snow when you were little and now is your time. You watched as it fell from the sky, to the huge pile in the ground. Everything was white.
You rushed to Steve's office and knocked on the door. You heard a faint, 'Come in' before opening the door. You opened the door and rushed to his side, pulling him out the chair. "Babe, babe, look, it's snowing outside. Can we go play?" Steve smiled at how you 're acting like a kid.
"Uh, sure, but after I'm done working." You buffed and rolled your eyes. "No, I wanna play now! Come on." Hearing you whine makes him look at you. He saw how desperate you were to go outside and he's been working for hours. He kind of felt bad. "Okay, we can go out, but go get dressed in warm clothes." You squeal before kissing his cheek.
"Thank you, Thank you!" You practically ran upstairs to your shared room, to get your clothes in. Steve shook his head, smiling before putting on a warm jacket. By the time he got downstairs you were already at the door. "Hurry!" Steve finished putting on his gloves and opened the door.
You ran out, belly flopping in snow. You didn't care that it was cold because you were already having so much fun. You rolled on your back, making snow angels. "Stevie, come join me!" Steve walked over and sat down and began making angles with you.
You two were laughing and smiling, just having fun, but what you didn't know was that someone was watching and they weren't enjoying the show. You two calmed down, out of breath, looking up at the sky.
"Babe, you know what I want to do?" Steve looked at you already seeing a smile form on your beautiful face. "Snowball fight!" Behind your back, you were making a small snowball and you threw it at him getting up.
"Oh, it's on!" Steve challenged, making a big hall. He threw it at you, making you squeal. "Hey, that's not fair!" You came back with a bigger snowball, throwing it at him. You two pretty much seen who can throw the biggest ball. This went on for a couple of minutes until you threw a particular snowball.
Steve dodged it just in time for it not to hit him, but it did hit something. You two heard glass shatter, making y'all freeze. You two looked at each other and quiet down. You could hear yelling and cursing coming from one of your neighbors house.
All of a sudden, a white male, who was extremely chubby came out cursing. "Who the hell threw a snowball at my window!?" You looked down, ashamed, picking at your nails. "I'm sorry Sir, I can pay-" You tried apologizing, but the man was obviously not in the mood. He stepped near your face.
"Your such a dumb, slut! Did your parents not raise you right!?" Steve was quick to shield you from him, blocking you with his body. "Watch how you're talking to women." Steve's voice was stern.
He wasn't your sweet, nice, Steve anymore. "Well, maybe if she wasn't being a whore, she-" Steve didn't even wait to hear the full sentence before punching him in the nose. The sickening crack could be heard, following groans from the man.
Steve tried to get to the guy once more, but you held him back. "Steve, Steve, baby, stop!" You grabbed his bicep tightly, pulling him back. "No, he's gonna learn not to respect women, especially mine." He broke out your hold, got on top of the man and began throwing haymakers at him.
The man tried covering himself, putting his hands up, but Steve was much stronger and fit. You looked around and saw other neighbors come out and pull Steve off. The man got up as fast as he could and ran back to his house. "Don't even disrespect my family again!" Steve finished, throwing a snowball at his door. The other neighbors looked on proud.
"Thank you for dealing with him, he's always been an asshole." The neighbor said, patting Steve's back, before going into his house. Steve took a deep breath and looked at you. "I'm sorry, baby, do you still wanna play in the snow?" Now it was your turn to smile.
"No, I don't wanna play in the snow anymore.. Seeing you get so mad and protective was hot. Do you think we can play with something else?" You looked at him with doe eyes and he knew what you were talking about. "You dirty girl." He picked you up, made you squeal and brought you into the house.
Let's just say you two had more fun than being outside.
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vxntagedior · 2 years
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fantasy
summary | you could only dream of what you truly wanted to do with your life while being stuck
pairing | mob!steve rogers x fem!reader
warning | angst, fluff, mob life, arranged marriage
word count | 1.6k
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You were born into ‘the life’, one that you could never escape, no matter how hard you tried. Since you were able to walk, you were surrounded by bodyguards, treated like a princess by your father’s men.
When you were younger, you thought it was amazing, even when your father came home, a new toy in his hand for you, giving you a distraction from all the blood that still lingered on his clothes.
As time went on and you became older, a teenager who just wanted to live her life, your father kept it sheltered, saying it was the best for you and he didn’t want anything to happen to you. 
Going to college was a dream of yours, finally being off on your own was perfect for you, though you were only a few hours away from home you got the freedom you desired for years. You loved your father, you did, coming home every holiday to spend it with him, and you were crying when you saw him cheering for you when you graduated.
Both of you knew that there was a time when you were to take over everything your father worked for since he was your age, and with that, came marriage. 
Steve was a respectable man, his family in a business similar to yours, and coming back from college midway through his senior year when his father passed away, he now was head of the Rogers’ family.
He was someone you needed to grow to love, your fathers words, he could provide you with a life you would enjoy.
At times you believed it, he never hurt you, gave you the reins of the house the two of you shared only because it was the only thing you occupied.
When your father passed away, you and Steve wed faster than you expected, knowing that there were going to be people who wanted to take over your share because you were a woman and with Steve, it gave a clear message that the two of you were going to thrive.
You gave Steve your share of the business, it never was your desire to keep up with it, you wanted to travel, have fun in your 20s before settling down.
You never blamed Steve or your father just always wondered what would you do if somehow this wasn’t your life, you were born into a normal family.
When you graduated university, coming home, your father promised you that you would be able to take a year to yourself and go anywhere you desired, but he got sick later that year.
The dream never really went away, you were scared to ask Steve because of the thought of rejection, saying it was dangerous for you to leave knowing the multiple threats that were towards you.
Italy was the first place you wanted to visit, having a good understanding of the language and culture, it was a dream spot. Constantly looking at photos, it just made it worse for you knowing you’d probably never leave New York.
But yet each night you’d look at flights and hotels, coming up with an itinerary of all the things you wanted to do. You kept all secret to Steve, not wanting to think anything of it, it was a fantasy to you now.
You didn’t expect Steve to be home so early, quickly trying to remove any trace of you being on the computer in the office, coming down to the kitchen to make him dinner.
“Hello love.” He smiled at you, kissing the top of your head. Your relationship got better overtime, being more affectionate with each other but there was still so much tension between the two of you that neither of you wanted to talk about.
“Hi.” You gave him a small smile, even being seen as his equal, he still had his dominance over you, something you feared at times. “I’m almost done with dinner, go freshen up.”
Shooing him away, you plated the chicken, setting it down in his spot and yours, waiting for him to come back so you both could eat together.
Starting to come back downstairs, Steve went into his office to set a few papers out for later, seeing the computer still on. Hovering the mouth on the screen, he saw your past history, the hotels, the flights to Italy. He furrowed his brows, knowing you never spoke about going anywhere and yet here you were starting to plan a secret getaway.
Coming back downstairs, going into the dining room, he saw you patiently waiting for him, kissing your temple before sitting down and starting his own dinner.
Neither of you talked, the sounds of your cutlery hitting against the plate, Steve wanted to ask you about the trip but knew it probably wasn’t for him to know if you kept it so secret.
It went on like that for the next couple days, Steve giving you some space between the two of you, you noticed it quickly, not leaving a note in the morning, skipping dinner and going straight to his office when he came home.
On the third day, it was time you decided to confront him on how he had become distant.
“Steve.” You knocked on the office, hearing the muffled ‘come in’ from the other side.
“Is everything alright?” He barely looked up from his papers, finally looking up when you hadn’t spoken, seeing you now sitting in the chair across from him.
“I could ask you the same.” You sighed. “You’ve been distant, more than usual. I understand that our marriage wasn’t one of our doing and I get that we still don’t know each other that well but I assumed that we still had respect for each other.”
“Thought it would be better for you when you were to leave.” He muttered.
“What?” You asked.
“I know about Italy.” He finally looked you in the eye. “A saw the flights, the hotel a few days ago and I assumed that you didn’t tell me because I’m not going with you.”
“Steve.” You sighed.
“If getting away from me can make you truly happy, I’ll support, pay for a house, enough for you to stay afloat.” He said in agony, but just wanting the best for you.
“Steve.” You said again. “I don’t want to leave you, you’re my husband.” Reaching your hand over the desk, the pen out of his hand replacing it with yours. “That was a dream, a fantasy from something I wanted to do before we married and I know that it’s just dangerous for me to go out into the city. After I graduated from college, my father promised me a chance to explore the world for a year before I started graduate school but he got sick and you know.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” He frowned.
“I knew that it wouldn’t be able to happen now, you have too much going on and I don’t think you’d want me to be on my own. I’ve gotten over it Steve, there’s nothing to worry about, I’m going to start dinner if you’d like to join me.”
Much to your surprise, Steve did come for dinner thirty minutes later, a folder in his hands. Placing it on the table, he pushed it towards you.
Your mind going to the darkest of ideas, you were nervous. “What is this?”
“A hotel in Italy for two weeks, and tickets for 2, if you let me join you.” He said hopefully. Your eyes widened, carefully looking through all the documents before looking back up at your husband.
“Steve.” You said in disbelief.
“What kind of husband am I if I know you’re in misery here and would rather do something you enjoy, this trip is for you, and if you let me, I’d go anymore with you.”
“What about-”
“Don’t worry about the business, the company, any of it.” He shook his head. “I want this to hopefully be a time where we can hopefully get to know each other better, be happy together in this marriage.”
Getting out of your chair, running towards you, wrapping your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. He loud a grunt at the sudden impact, helping you into his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist. Kissing your cheek, he rested his chin on your shoulder, happy and content.
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You could barely stay still in your seat. The jet was occupied by the two of you, your head constantly looking out of the window when the pilot said the two of you were soon to depart.
“Look, Stevie look.” You squealed, seeing the city through the clouds, the lights bright enough for you to see it even still thousands of feet in the air, illuminating the city during the darkness.
“I see.” He smiled, his arm wrapped around your hips, looking out of the window with you. “Are you excited?”
“Of course, I have everything planned. We're going to go to the hotel tonight, have breakfast there in the morning, go sightseeing and go out for dinner together.” You smiled. 
Steve had never seen you so happy, his thumb rubbing against your hip bone. “Seems like you have it all figured out.”
“I’ve had it figured out for years, and now it’s all coming true and I get to experience it with you.” You turned towards him, capturing his lips in a sweet kiss. 
As you parted, Steve pecked your lips once again before you turned back to the window, resting your head on his shoulder, descending lower and lower into the city.
fin.
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princessmisery666 · 1 year
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But We Lost It
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Summary: Steve can save the world, but can’t save his own. 
Warnings: angst, break-up, unresolved angst, not a happy ending.
W/C: 1.4k
Pairing: Steve Rogers x wife!reader (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).
Notes: @justagirlinafandomworld sent me this request - Hi, hi, hi! So there is this song "But We Lost It" by Pink. Full of angst, it's about a relationship that has become distant over time - and this is where it took me.
A/N: Yvette, my love, thank you for all your support and sorry to start the year on an angsty note but here we are!! 😍🤣
Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch // @cockslutpadalecki // all mistakes remain my own.
Graphics: dividers @firefly-graphics
Master Lists: All the Fandoms // Steve Rogers
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But We Lost It 💔
The house is quiet when I get home. It’s late - again. I don’t remember the last time I got home at a decent hour. If it weren’t so late, there would be music playing, or you would be humming while you worked. Your job afforded you the luxury of working from home, but you’d have clocked out hours ago. Yet the silence is eerie. It feels like a harbinger of bad news. 
I toe off my boots and drop my keys into the bowl by the door. The sound of metal on crockery reverberates around the unnatural silence. I feel the panic fizz in my gut, and my senses kick into high gear, preparing me for the unexpected.
Where are you? It’s a little after two a.m. on a Wednesday, and you should be sleeping, but there is a hint of your perfume that’s too fresh for you to be in bed. I pause in the hallway, listening. My memory takes over my senses, and in my mind, I see you clear as day, leaning against the kitchen door frame, ready to greet me the way you used to. You’d give me enough time to plant my feet, and then take off, running the length of the corridor, leaping into my arms as if I’d been gone for months and not hours. A scenario you’ve ensured would never exist because you followed me wherever I was needed or running to.
Dawdling, I drag myself toward the kitchen, remembering that you’d gone with me without complaint when I was stationed on the opposite side of the world for a few months. You worked ridiculous hours to accommodate the time difference, but somehow a hot meal and a clean house were always waiting for me. The house is clean but no home-cooked meal aromas greet my senses. Why would you bother now? I'm never home for dinner. I no longer bother to call to say I’ll be late, and some nights I stay at the compound.
There was a time I used to think you took being my wife more seriously than breathing. But both our priorities seem to have changed as of late. 
“Hey,” I say softly when I enter the kitchen and see you sitting at the table.
I can’t describe the warm relief that flows through me when I see you’re okay. But that’s all that I feel -  relief. Before I’d have felt an overwhelming yearning, carrying you from the hallway and taken you right there on the kitchen table. When did I lose that? I can’t count the number of tables we’ve had to replace after our passion broke them.
The low lights over the countertops make the darkness beyond the windows deeper. As I walk to the fridge, I expect to see a face staring back at me from the shadows, an enemy to fight and explain the fear churning in my gut. All I see is myself and the distorted reflection of my wife. Are we enemies now?
How long have you been sitting there - waiting for me?
You don’t reply or acknowledge my presence. If I didn’t know any better, I’d believe you were a beautiful sculpture. That’s still true, at least. You're still as beautiful as the day I met you.
I recall the excitement that made butterflies dance in my stomach the first time you smiled at me. The faint smile you muster this time suffocates them until their dance comes to an abrupt end.
“Do I need to say it?” you ask.
“No,” I sigh, taking a large gulp of my water. 
I knew this was coming. I’d expected it weeks - months - ago. I’ve been too selfish to do it, I didn't want to be the bad guy, so I’ve been waiting. I should be heartbroken, and somewhere deep down, I am. But it’s as if I’m mourning the loss of a feeling, not you, and at the moment, all I feel is a weird sense of calmness. 
Being a fugitive shouldn’t have been fun. T’Challa was kind enough to hide the five of us in Wakanda for a short time, and while it was tough living in such close quarters with Wanda, Natasha and Sam, we had made a calculated effort to make the relationship work. So much so that they’d all started loudly announcing themselves before entering a room so as not to walk in on something they couldn’t unsee. 
Sitting at the edge of a beautiful lake, watching the sun descend below the horizon with Wakandian rum warming me from the inside as your heat seeped into my chest where you rested against me, I felt like the luckiest man alive. 
We were together, safe, belly full of decadent food after spending a day helping tend to the goats and the evening swimming in the lake. It shouldn’t have been as enjoyable as it was, but being with you made it a perfectly weird vacation. 
“Is it wrong that I’m so content right now?” I whispered, lips brushing the shell of your ear. 
“Maybe a little,” you shrugged, “but I’m right there with you, Captain.”
The sun kissed the horizon and set the sky on fire in a spectacular canvas of orange and pink as I gently guided your head around to look up at me. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
I kissed you, sweet and tender. This was all I needed, Bucky was getting the help he needed, and I had you. I didn’t care what happened or where we ended up. As long as I had you, I’d be happy.
As always, you lost your breath before I did and pulled back. The sunset reflected in your eyes, setting them ablaze, and my heart took control of my mouth, “Marry me?”
A week later, you’d become Mrs. Rogers.
I pull myself out of the memory, heart clenching painfully, mourning the happiness we left in Wakanda. When bones break, they grow back stronger. I wish that were true for muscles. The heart being the most important of them all. Yours stretched to breaking point, only it’s never snapped back into place. I’m the one person who could mend it, but I’ve been, or chose to be, oblivious to the agony I’ve been causing you. 
You’ve been struggling for a while now, trying to fight your way to the surface, carrying us both to try and find the breath of fresh air we needed. Funny how I can see that now, the effort you’ve put in and how I’ve shot you down at every turn. Ultimately you're not strong enough, and the dead weight of our relationship is too heavy for you to hold on your own. So you’re letting go.
You stare into my eyes, and my whole body tenses. My fight or flight response screams at me to do something. Be done with it and run or stand and fix things; fight for us. But I don’t know if there’s anything left to fight for.
The walls feel like they’re closing in, and I’m suddenly too hot. The house has felt empty for months. Even when you were there, I’ve been living alone. Like the thoughts in my head, you peer at me blankly. The gaze drags on, and as it stretches, the less I recognize you, like the night I came home to you asleep in our bed and noticed you’d changed your hair, suddenly you were a stranger to me.
“My bags are in the car,” you explain, “my keys are in the dish.” 
“I can stay at the compound,” I object. You shouldn’t have to leave your home too.
You shake your head, averting your gaze to stare at your fidgeting hands. “I don’t want to be here.” 
We’re better off this way, but that hurts. I guess the damage is done; there’s no need for apologies. If we’re gonna separate our lives, we may as well make a clean-cut. At least that way, I have a chance at surviving it.
“We can’t erase our life together,” you say, getting to your feet, “but I need to escape it. I don’t understand why but we don’t work anymore, and I’m tired of hurting.”
You wait for a beat, two, three, but I have no words. Nothing. I can’t comfort you. We’re suffocating, bleeding, and I’m the cause, no longer the cure.
“Goodbye, Steve,” you whisper with a finality that shatters a piece of me. You walk closer, timidly slipping your hand on my cheek, and briefly, the flutter of butterfly wings tingle in my stomach. You kiss my cheek, and as if it were laced with venom, it kills the sensation.
I can fight for the world. I’ve saved the world, but strangely I watch mine walk out of the door without a word.
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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year
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Hi there, can I request you Age of ultron Steve and his fiance avenger reader smut. Like he wakes up before her and kisses her up. After some morning makeout he makes sweet slow yet sensual love to her. They still live in Tower so when they get together to work on mission, Tony teases both of them because reader is glowing in after sex and has some love marks on her neck. Like their sweet moments as avenger.
Pleassseeeeee I beg you to write this. I had sent this to you yesterday as well and I'm angry at this dumblr to eat my ask.
“You’re not supposed to wake me up,” his lips trailed down your spine, hands grasping your hips as you shifted against the mattress, “you’re not supposed to be distracted by me.”
“Tony can wait,” Steve nipped your flesh, his teeth grating against you in an eager attempt to get you to loosen up for him, “you are more important.”
“Mr. Rogers—” you whined, your legs parting and your thighs quaking.
“Yes, Mrs. Rogers?” Steve reached the curve of your ass and shifted the placement of his hands from your hips to your thighs, sliding them under you to yank you you onto your knees.
“You have a meeting with Tony-!” You shrieked when his hand landed on your ass cheek, the heat from his spank radiating up your spine.
“I’d rather be doing you.” Steve had growled against your ass, licking a clear stripe from your puckered hole to your weeping pussy lips. “And I will be.”
He latched onto your clit, sucking on the hard nub as you rocked your hips and ground yourself against him. Your fingers clutched the blankets and sheets, whimpering every time he had flicked his tongue against your cunt, devouring and feeding on your slick, sweet juices.
“That’s my good wife, you’re such a sweet little treat.” Steve had wait until you were grinding and gyrating against him, and then he had flipped you onto your back.
He freed his cock from his sweats, pumping himself twice while he listened to your sweet whines and whimpers as you suffered from the loss of his tongue. You were weakened by his stare and the picture cast before you of him stroking his cock.
“I’m going to fuck you stupid, honey.” Steve hovered above you, he had jut his cock against your core. “Its my duty as your husband.”
He slipped the tip of his cock into your cunt and slowly pushed more until he has bottomed out inside you. You squirmed against him and rest your hands on his chest, digging into your nails into flesh a moment before he had started to fuck you like he hated you.
Every thrust, every jerk of his hips and push of his cock had you screaming his name. Your head was thrown back and your back had lifted from the bed, your legs shook as Steve hooked his hands around your ankles and dragged you impossibly close.
“My. Sweet. Fucking. Wife.” Steve had pulled out and fucked you with every word. “Mine. Mine. MINE!”
Steve pushed deep into you, he kept you full of his cock as he reached his end and came within you. His seed spurt from the head of his cock, filling you and keeping you tightly stuffed.
Everything felt like a complete blur, even as you had woken up half an hour later to get dressed you felt him in you. And as you left your bedroom and entered your living room, you saw Tony and Steve talking.
“You have a lovely glow, Mrs. Rogers. Getting fucked stupid is good for you.” Tony smirked, clapping Steve on the shoulder.
“Tony what the hell?”
“Its a compliment, Steve. Take it.”
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askstevella · 1 month
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Valentine's Day Special // I miss you.
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It's been a week. More than a week when Stella was left alone at home, minding her own business. Yes she had work to do at SHIELD medical wing and the hospital if she was on call. But it's weird coming home to silence, no chatter or smell of food being cooked.
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Being woken up in the middle of the night with a small cold sweat and looking over your shoulder to find the that side of the bed colder than expected.
Empty.
She will play with her ring and sigh, belly flopping on the back of her queen size bed.
God, I missed him.
She missed annoying him with her lousy comments, barking up a laugh at his jokes and seeing the way his nose snuff up signing how he felt. He sometimes didn't even have to say a word, she can read his face like the back of her hand.
And now she can't.
He was gone.
More than gone.
Out of the country never to be seen again...until the next booking month. He, Sam and Bucky were on a mission in Mother Russia to take down some scientific project. She wasn't allowed to know the details nor call him. But made due with what she had, leaving her hair tossed up in messy bun and wearing his sweater as she lay around the house. Or if she was out with friend, she'll check on her phone to wonder if he arrived yet.
But nothing.
Natasha would say, "He'll be back before you know it."
And she'll reply, "I know..I know."
She fell in love with Steve Rogers, but she married Captain America.
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It was now Valentine's Day. The commercial holiday where couples went to enjoy themselves. She knew it wasn't a true holiday or anything, just some lousy way for companies to sell chocolate and flowers to people. And or have them stress about what gift to get their lover.
And to have people wonder if they will never find love.
She knew the whole plan behind this day, but she didn't care. It was always an fun excuse to feel pretty, eat at a nice place, watch a movie and cuddle with the people she loved. Every Valentine's Day, Steve would wake her up with kisses on her cheek before he head off to a work out. They would have breakfast together like always, plan their day and head off to their usual routine.
Then in the afternoon, she will come home to make a late lunch (if they weren't going out) and as he arrived, stepping into the door with flowers along with a nice box of heart shaped chocolates to share together afterwards. Afterward, they would watch a movie and if there is time...
..dance in the living room then crashing onto the very couch they started on.
But today, she felt like a part of her was missing. She just wants to know he's okay. To someone else, she might've sounded dramatic for missing him but when you fall in love with someone who makes you smile whenever possible, you can't help but feel that way.
In result, she spend the day as she normally would watching the clock ticking away every once in a while. Some moments at work would pass like years, waiting to get out and head to the super market. Finally she was able to leave, going to the super market to grab extra ham and bread as she hesitates to pick herself up some flowers and chocolate but she does anyway.
Once she arrived at her apartment door, humming Avril Lavingne's song 'When You're Gone' due to it playing on the radio this morning, she paused. The radio was on again...
She remembered she turned it off this morning, she groaned muttering, "Not today..anything but today." Stella picked up her big girl pants muttering a few curse words as she returned to enter through the fire escape instead closing the window shut behind her. She hummed since the whole place felt normal, at least as normal is it can get for her. She grabbed her taster from her pocket as she put her items down gently searching around for anyone she didn't recognize.
Then she sucked in a breath, gasping at the sight once she arrived at the kitchen. Her eyes watered as she chocked on a silent sob seeing the small display on the dinning room table. Flowers. Not just her any flowers but her favorites, tulips filled with a second bouquet of rose beside those. She pinched herself almost wishing this wasn't a dream. But she knew it wasn't one. She inched over to find a soft hand written card with a little doodle of a money with a bow tie and top hat, which allowed a small chuckle to escape. She knew who's handwriting it was.
Underneath the soft note card stood a box of chocolates. God, it was a box of chocolates with a mini bag of M&M dressed on top. The lights were turned down low, creating a soft almost whispering feeling, yet it was comforting. Like a warm blanket on this freezing cold day.
The 14th was always a good day in general, but Valentine's Day tend to always be colder. Which mean being wrapped in cozy sweaters and blankets underneath the warm of each other.
"Hey. You're back early."
In came the voice. She knew it all too well, as she chuckled and nodded. Her man has returned in the flesh. Tears came rushing back to her eyes at the sound of his voice that she can tell tickled with laughter behind it.
Once she turned around, she was given a wishful sight. She expected to find him in sweatpants and a old t-shirt. But she was completely wrong and god, could she be more happy. The sight in front of her was Steven Grant Rogers in a white collar robe, messy deep brown hair, a beard and a peak of his chest showing underneath it all. She must've died and went to heaven.
"What? Like what you see?" He said in a teasing tone, reaching out a hand waiting for her to grab it. He even wiggled his fingers for added effect.
"You tease." She mumbled, walking over to loop her fingers with him and eyed his faced, having his features wash over her. She forgotten how deep his eyes looked in the dim lights of their apartment.
"What?"
"Nothing..I just missed you. So much."
"I'm sorry I was away for longer than expected, but Bucky and I, we couldn't miss Valentine's Day. Sam was beginning to get annoyed wanting to have his boyfriend all too himself today."
"I bet. And I don't blame him, I would feel the same way if I was him. Now, I think you owe me a kiss."
He leaned into her touch, pressing his forehead against her and hummed, "I'll do you one better. You get washed up and I'll rock you're world."
"Yes, sir." She hummed with a blushed grin, rushing to the bathroom seeing a robe waiting for her too as she gasped, "Me too?! Did you boys shopping in mother Russia?!"
All could be heard was Steve's laughter yelling at her to go take a shower. Once she entered the shower, washing herself from head to toe deciding to leave her curls loose today instead, allowing herself a moment to breath and take in the sound of the water hitting the tub's floor and the soft sound of music playing from their radio.
The moment Stella left the shower, getting half dressed and wrapped herself in the nicest robe she ever seen, she untangled her crazy curls and left the bathroom. What she didn't expect for the lips of her husbands to softly crash onto hers in a long awaited kissed. It was so tender, so sweet and ever so gentle as he cupped her face humming at the sound of her giggles in return.
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"Hm. Now you're clean." He hummed with a chuckle, hands still placed on her cheeks, "I missed you too. I don't know much longer I was take being stuck with my crazy friends in the freezing snow."
"I can share that same sentiment." She replied with a chuckle of her own sighing, "I love you, Mr. Rogers."
"I love you, Mrs. Rogers."
"Not possible."
"It most certainly is possible."
She was about to say another word when smell of ham hit her nose and snorted, "Is something burning?'
"Shit." He muttered snorting at how the romantic moment was ruined by the smell of burn food as he added, "It's not burnt, it's crispy."
"Extra crispy."
"Shut up you will eat it anyway."
She laughed at that knowing it was true, following him into the kitchen with her arms wrapped around his middles as he fluttered kiss up and down her cheek and neck.
It was nice Valentine's Day indeed.
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Happy Day Of Love! I wasn't expecting to write this today but I got inspired hehe I hope you like it
Question for everyone: Any favorite love songs?
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itsprashimusic · 2 years
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I’ll be strong for you
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Pairing - Steve Rogers x desi!wife!reader
Summary - Sometimes superheros need someone else to lean on instead of being others’ support beam. In Steve’s case, that someone is his wife. 
Warnings - desi reader and references, some hindi is spoken but i have put the english translations in brackets next to them, let me know if i made any errors cause its 3 am and i don’t have the stamina to proofread
Word Count - 650
Part 2
masterlist is pinned
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Your paayals (anklets) made a soft jingle every time your foot made contact with the ground. But it couldn’t be heard over the loud thuds your foot made while you were running towards the front door. 
Your husband had been out on a mission for over a month. Normally you were used to his week long missions and the ones even longer than that. But this was the first time he had been gone for a mission that lasted longer than 4 weeks. 
It was late at night, dark enough to prompt you to turn on a ceiling light in the living room. The soft yellow light illuminated the room giving it a very homely look. After checking through the peephole that it was infact him behind it did you make a move to open the door (steve wanted you to keep this habit if you were home alone). 
No sooner had you opened it, you had been engulfed in a bone shattering hug. Steve didn’t ever seem bothered by the fact that you both were still standing at the door. Realising it you walked backwards into your living room while still hugging him somehow managing to close the door aswell. 
He pulled back to look at you, relishing your features as if to remember them forever. He opened his mouth to say something but whatever was about to come out died before he had the chance. He held your face in both of his hands with such gentleness, his thumb sweeping over your cheek in a loving manner. 
Your own hands held his wrists, your thumbs rubbing over the back of his hand. The soft yellow light did a great job of not just giving beautiful structure to Steve’s face but also of making the diamond that sat in the middle of your gold wedding band shine bright. 
With his hands still cupping your face he pulled you in closer resting your foreheads before meeting your lips in a kiss. The kiss was sweet. But you could tell that he was holding back something. Deterring the thought from your mind you just focused on your significant other standing in front of you after not being there for 40 days. Steve pulled away, instantly hugging you again but this time letting his head fall in the crook of your neck. That was when you heard him say something for the first time, “I’ve missed you, so bad.”
“ हाँ राजा, जानती हूँ। ” (Yes dear, I know) you said closing your eyes and holding him even tighter, diminishing any possible remaining gaps between you both. 
You didn’t notice when, but you started feeling your shoulder turn wet. The same place where your love had wedged his head in. This was a rare occurrence. Maybe something happened on the mission that caused it? Could be, since the last time he cried was when Tony died in the final fight at the Avengers Compound. 
You tried asking him what happened, “What’s wrong, sweetheart? क्या तुम बता सकते हो what happened?” (can you tell what happened?). He said nothing only sobbing harder now. You narrowed it down to him just being exhausted and needing a break. So, you held him tight, both of you standing in the middle of the living room under the yellow light.  
Sometimes, even those who save us need to break in order to be strong. 
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Bonus 
“I’ve made some aloo parathas that you can eat later,” you said knowing its his favourite. And you said the right thing because just as you said it you felt him smile against your neck, his cries slowing down to hiccups. “You made them for me?” he said with a sheepish smile as he looked up from your shoulder, your hand rubbing circles on his back. You nodded. “Can we have them tomorrow as well?” 
“ हर रोज और हमेशा के लिए। “ (everyday and forever). 
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A/N -  I absolutely love this. let me know your feedback. likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated and let me know if you want to be tagged in anything   I will be making a masterlist when i have a few more works under my belt.  
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neonovember · 1 year
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steve rogers as a husband headcanon!
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things about husband!steve that just makes sense
steve isn’t big on pda, thinks affection should be something private, he’s old school like that, there are some exceptions however, some very fun ones
even though he might be abit of an aversion to pda, steve will make sure that you know he’s just there
whether it be holding your hand, or his palm guiding you through a big crowd, he always feels a need to keep you at arms length.
steve is extremely protective of you..like bordering on possessiveness. he’ll even go as far are ignoring his own morals to make it sure, that people know his yours. It’s just that you’re the one thing that ever really grounds him back to earth, in moments where he gets lost in time and memories from before
“Hey I’m just saying, if you ever get bored of popsicle here, the iron suit is ready for you” Tony smirks, his legs perched against the coffee table. The Avengers are scattered around the tower's living room, half drunk and the other half trying to. You feel Steve’s grip on your waist tighten, and from the corner of your eye, you notice his orbs turning a ink-black. He leans across to Tony, whispering into his ear, the words falling out of his mouth like wine and into Tony. Tony’s eyes bludge comically, his throat bops as he swallows, nodding along to whatever Steve was saying, looking at you. Steve smiles, into his ear, it’s eerie, the way his canines glint under the high ceiling lights. You wish to the gods that you were given Bucky’s hearing but without a second, as if you had dreamt it in front of you, Steve is back beside you, only this time you feel his fingers slip between your thighs.
for some reason, I don’t get the whole “Steve being a horrible cook” trope, I genuinely think he’s an amazing cook and BAKER! that man can bake a mean batch of cookies
steve loves loves loves, calling you mrs rogers, or his wife. the first time he said it was well before you both uttered your vows, he just knew. oh and if you call him your husband? poor man will probably be hard for the rest of the day
steve has a breeding kink. we all know this, it’s practically attached to his file along with super soldier. but what most people don’t know is that he fucking lovess when you’re pregnant, it’s like senses go on overdrive until all he breathes, thinks and eats ;) is you.
steve has this fear of abandonment, mostly because he was, by his own country for a century. It seeps into his relationships, you’ll see if when he comes home from long missions and it’s as if he’s walking on eggs shells. His shoulders are tense and his holding his breath as if he’s just waiting to find the house bare and empty and your belongings gone. He gets really sensitive then, all murmurs and soft kisses and just holding you to remind himself you’re here.
there will absolutely be a time where steve fucks over the kitchen sink. the dirty dishes left abandoned (should I write this?)
steve can get a little anxious, and so his wedding band is something he’ll ALWAYS play with, he’ll twist its around his finger as a kind of reminder.
you love to tease him by bringing him lunch at the compound, wearing one of those sun dresses he adores because it gets him so. fucking. hard. He wont ever tell you though, just have to deal with it until he can get home, and by then you already panty less and on your knees waiting for him.
steve will probably force you to train with him, even if you can kick ass, he’ll pull a fitzgerald and force those trainers on you. poor boy is just scared that something will happen to you when his not there, plus, seeing you fight kinda turns him on. (just like anything else you do really)
Steve’s really bad at technology, we all know this, but he absolutely will try to learn how to use a phone so he can send you texts and updates throughout the day. he’ll take random pics of tony and sam when their not looking, take some Facebook mom ass selfies, take pictures of things he wants to draw and ask you if they’d look nice, he’s mind just constantly finds it’s way to you
cockwarming with husband!steve. that’s it
you help steve open up to the new things in this century, take him out to help him ease himself into the real world. people forget he never really got that chance, he died in one war only to be pushed into another.
it’s through you that steve learns that he’s obsessed with avocado. on toast, in milkshakes, everything, he’d literally a millennial
when things get too much, you’ll draw a bath and the both of you will just sit in the steaming water filled with some bubbles, candles illuminating the room instead of lights, and the ceiling to floor windows open. skin to skin helps steve calm his nerves, and it’s not abnormal for you both to stay in that position for hours
steve still gets shy around you, no matter how many years he’s been with you, he’s still that boy from brooklyn with a heart too big for him
steve has absolutely zero self control when it comes to you, say something nice about a necklace you see passing by? It’s on your neck the next day. Hears the sound of a slight rumble in your stomach? Steve’s whipping out his apron and making you eat something
steve is the type of man to never let you go to bed angry, even if you’ve both had a fight and he ends up on the coach it won’t be too long before you both find yourselves in the middle of the hallway missing each others touch
“babygirl, honey, my wife, doll, gorgeous”
you take priority over a lot of things in Steve’s mind, he’s never ever late to dinner, he’d rather lose his leg than disappoint you
sundays are for sex and sleeping
steve fucked you one time really hard over a drawer or ottoman and BROKE IT. now he’ll spend saturdays carpenting reinforced drawers, counters and bed frames ;)
makeup sex, and face and thigh riding <3
steve always feels as if he’s leaving a part of himself at home or with you whenever he leaves, he’s constantly watching the clock and bouncing that leg of his to get back to you.
steve would probably let bucky watch him fuck you..maybe.
even though I believe steve would be really possessive I also think he could easily be very private about his relationship with you. like that scene in aou where we meet Clint’s family? fury will probably drive up to some big cabin house with the avengers in the back and they’d be confused af when they open the door to find steve and you cooking in the kitchen with your kids running around the place.
“How much longer Fury, my backs starting to ache with this stiff as seat and Bucky’s feet in my face” groans Sam, leaning away from Bucky’s towering figure. “It should be around the corner” motions Fury, and just as promised the avengers pull into an expansive cabin house, elegant with is softened wood and timber gate ribboning around the land that seemed to stretch endlessly. When Fury had told them that he needed to grab something, they didn’t think it would end up with corny 70’s tunes cranking out throughout the car, one and a half hours from the city.
“This looks…lived in” Nat remarks, her fingers brushing against her holister, ears perked for any signs of human activity.
“Yeah, Fury, are you having us raid some lumberjacks generational home” Tony barks, stretching out his arms
“Just shut up and follow me” Fury sighs, before stepping through the gate and following the stone path. Wiping his boots across the mat, his reaches for the door, opening into the hallway of the strange home.
“Wipe your shoes, she hates when you trek mud in” Fury calls before walking in as if he owned the place
“She?” Thor whispers, what they all but Bucky thought. They followed unspeaking down the hallway leading to an open floor, the scene infront of them had their mouths hanging.
There Steve, their stone faces leader, fucking sautéing onions on large brimstone stove, laughter falling from his lips as you whispered into his neck. You were a sight to see, a dress falling onto your body like silk, cascading againts your curves, your hair was in an updo, curls draining your face and a bright smiling lighting up your eyes.
You were absolutely gorgeous, and to see Steve react to your affection in such a way told them you were more than just an old friend
“Bucky!” You smiles, reaching for the dark haired man, squeezing him in a tight hug.
“Hey sweet girl” Bucky smiles, gripping you.
Sam looked towards Bucky in disbelief, eyes shooting bullets at Steve in mock betrayal
“Really? You’re going to tell the ex murderer about your little secret life but not your saviour?” Sam mutters, before steve laughs gripping his chest.
“Sam meet my wife, doll now you know why I don’t let them near you” Steve whispers into your ear, making you giggle.
Sam reaches for your hand but you ignore it, going for a hug. “Oomf, hello to you too” Sam laughs hugging you back
“Hey Fury” You smile, waving a hand towards the man who nods in return.
“You all must be Natasha, Thor, Clint and Tony?, it’s so great to finally meet you” You speak, dimples pressed into your cheek
Clint seems to be the only one who snaps out of the rest of the avengers stupor, “I see you’ve pulled a Barton” He jokes, hugging you.
Once the rest of them finally greet you, along with some condescending remarks from Tony about “how the hell did you land her?!” The avengers sit around the table, drinking beer and eating good food and getting used to seeing Steve with his wife on his lap.
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that’s all I have for steve at the moment, I’ll probably add way more later but I haven’t been uploading in ages and thought this would a quick little head canon for our spark spangled soldier!
p.s! requests are always open ;)
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Baby's First Christmas
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Summary: It's Christmas Eve and you get an early Christmas present.
Warnings: None. Discussion of contractions. Brief and non-graphic description of childbirth.
Divider Graphics by @firefly-graphics
Your breath clouded in front of you as you walked down the sidewalk on the cold Christmas Eve. Honestly, the cold felt great as you felt like you were currently running at the same temperature as a furnace. You were hot, swollen, crabby, and uncomfortable. Exactly what you wanted to be at Christmastime. To be fair, you would take all of that for this. You were currently 38 weeks pregnant and, despite the aches, pains, and frustrations of being this late into your pregnancy, you loved being pregnant.
You and Steve had been married for almost two years when you told him that you were pregnant. At first, he hadn’t believed you, thinking that you were playing a prank on him. But after reassuring him that it was real, he was speechless. The look on his face was one that you would never forget. It was as if the sun was radiating from his face as the smile spread wide. He pulled you close to him and the kiss he gave you was searing. When he pulled away to allow you both to catch your breath, there were tears clouding his eyes. You gently wiped them away and smiled at him. Since that moment, he had been the best partner you could have asked for. Always attentive and caring, maybe too much at times. There were times that you had had to remind him that you weren’t ill, just pregnant. He would just smile and nod and then go right back to it. You laughed, knowing that helping was just Steve’s way and he was an eternal “mother hen”.
You were grateful for the semi-alone time you got to have now. Steve was busy last minute Christmas shopping with Sam and Bucky and you had been determined to get the last of your shopping done as well. He didn’t like you going out this close to your due date without him, but you assured him that you were perfectly capable. Plus, you weren’t going alone. Natasha and Wanda were joining you and they had Steve on speed dial in case anything happened. Their presence helped Steve to relax a bit.
You had been shopping for an hour or so and had gotten quite uncomfortable, some Braxton Hicks causing some pain. However, you hadn’t said anything to anyone because you didn’t want your time out cut short and you didn’t want them calling Steve and him rushing back. You needed this time with your girls. Wanda had been eyeing you some but hadn’t said anything yet. Natasha was comparing two seemingly identical sets of knives, deciding in the end to get them both, one for her and one for Bucky. Gift shopping with this group was always interesting.
An hour later, you had all wandered into a baby store and were perusing the tiny clothes. “Are you sure? I couldn’t handle not knowing.” Natasha said to you incredulously. You just smiled and shook your head.
“We both don’t really care. We have a few names floating around but we are waiting until they’re here to decide fully.’ You paused for a moment, allowing the contraction to pass. You did your best to not show any outward signs of discomfort but were seemingly unsuccessful.  You looked back up and saw them both looking at each other. “Please…” You said slightly panicky, “don’t say anything to him. They aren’t real yet, these are just practice ones. If you tell him, he’ll rush us straight home or worse to the hospital when we don’t need to yet. I promise, when it happens, if it happens, you can call him. But please, I just want to spend time with you guys.” They both looked at you seriously and then each other before agreeing. 
“Okay.” Wanda spoke up. “But if I feel like we are getting serious here, I won’t wait for you to say something. I know you and I know that you will try to hold out as long as possible without telling anyone.” She stared at you firmly. She was right of course, you were annoyingly stubborn and hated for others to see you in pain. You nodded in acceptance of her terms.
Another hour passed and Wanda and Natasha became increasingly concerned. You were still walking and talking, but it seemed like the practice contractions were now anything but that. Natasha had been silently timing them and they were running about 8 minutes apart. You didn’t seem to be showing much pain, but you would have to stop walking or talking every now and again to take a deep breath. You were silently grateful when Wanda suggested you guys stop for lunch. To be able to sit down seemed like a great idea.
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You were wrong. Sitting down had been a terrible idea. When you were up and moving, you had been able to almost put the constricting pain out of your mind. But sitting here, trying to eat your food really highlighted the severity of the discomfort you were feeling. Both Wanda and Natasha were talking to you about any number of things, but you found it hard to follow along with the conversation. About three quarters of the way through lunch, Natasha folded her napkin and forcefully set it on the table.
“Okay, that’s it, Y/N. I love you and want to respect your wishes, but it’s time we call the boys. You’ve barely been able to eat your food and your “Not contractions” are running about 6 minutes apart now. Why we are still sitting here is beyond me.” She seemed frustrated, but more so at hating seeing you in pain and not being able to do anything about it.
You were breathing through the pain, stubbornly shaking your head no. “It’s not time. I still have two weeks. I can’t do this today. It’s Christmas Eve. We’re supposed to have two more weeks.” You had started to tear up, your words repeating softly as your two best friends saw the fear in your eyes, finally understanding what was going on.
 Wanda reached over and grabbed your hand. “Sweetheart. It’s time. I know you’re scared, but this baby is coming whether you admit it or not. It’s better to get home to Steve and get you two off to the hospital than to deliver in the restaurant or, worse, on the sidewalk.” The soft, encouraging smile on her face washed over you. You squeezed her hand in thanks. You were terrified, but you knew you weren’t alone and that was the most important thing.
You took a deep, shaky breath as you nodded your head. Natasha quickly jumped into action, paying the bill and grabbing her phone. She dialed Bucky, knowing that Steve would be so nervous he wouldn’t listen well, and waited for him to answer. You only heard one side, but that was honestly enough.
“Hey B, you’re still with Steve right?” She paused as she waited for his response.
“Okay good, you guys need to get back to the house. We are headed there as well. Y/N has been having contractions and it’s about time for them to head to the hospital.” At that point she pulled the phone away from her ear as the volume on the other end increased exponentially. Apparently she was on speaker and Steve had heard. You could plainly hear his yelling without the phone on speaker. He was going on and on about how he can’t believe he let you out of his sight and he should be with you right now. He was yelling louder and louder which surprisingly made you burst out in laughter. He heard you through Natasha’s phone and yelled again.
“Is she fucking laughing? My god, this goddamned woman will be the death of me! I swear to God Natasha, if you don’t get her home safe to me, I will hunt you down.” Natasha rolled her eyes at his comment, knowing that he would do no such thing. 
Still laughing slightly but also feeling another contraction growing you muttered out through your teeth. “Tell him I said to calm his fucking tits.” Both Natasha and Wanda looked at you like a crazy person and Natasha hesitated at relaying the message. “I said… to tell him… to calm… his fucking tits. Natasha was confused but relayed the message to him and you could hear him cursing while Bucky and Sam laughed and saying something about his “Tits of Justice”. As Natasha hung up the phone, Wanda helped you into your coat and the three of you slowly but steadily made your way back to your brownstone.
By the time you had gotten back to the house, Steve was sitting on the stoop waiting for you. He already had your hospital bag packed in the car and luckily the car seat had been installed since last week. When you guys rounded the block and came into view he shot up off the steps. If you weren’t in pain currently, you would have found the whole situation hilarious. A whole team of superheroes were frantically moving around you, making sure that you were safely in the car and comfortable. Wanda and Sam quickly ran your shopping bags up into the house and said they would meet everyone at the hospital. Bucky and Nat hopped in a car and followed behind. Steve must have made a phone call before you got back home because as you pulled into the hospital, there was a whole team of people standing by, ready to assist, including what appeared to be a whole security team.
You sent him a glare and he willfully ignored you. This had been an argument between the two of you for months now. You didn’t want any special treatment, just because of who you were and who he was. You were just Steve and Y/N having your baby. And Steve would probably have agreed with that about anything else in your life, but this was your’s and his child's health and safety and he wasn’t about to fuck around with that. You knew he was coming from a place of love and concern but you needed to make sure you set some boundaries before things got too out of control.
As they got you settled into a laboring room you pulled the doctor and nurses over, along with the head of the security and Steve.
Waiting for a contraction to pass before you addressed them. “I am going to be very blunt and direct and this will be the last time we will discuss this. I understand Steve’s desire to be extra prepared for any and all eventualities. However, I will not be allowing any additional staff in unless they are medically necessary and any security will have to wait outside. Do you all understand?” They all nodded and you turned your head to Steve who hadn’t acknowledged his agreement. “Steven?” You sternly looked at him, waiting for his response. You knew he was just trying to protect you, but you needed him to be on board with you here. 
He stared at you for a moment, trying to wrestle with his need to protect and his desire to honor your wishes. He let go a deep breath and nodded his head. “I understand, sweetheart.” You knew that this was a large concession for him to relinquish control and you smiled up at him. “Thank you.” At that moment, a contraction took hold and you gripped his arm and held on to him for support as you breathed through it. He rubbed your lower back, adding pressure to your hips. He had learned about that from the numerous books he had read cover to cover and from the birthing class he had signed you both up for. He was as prepared as he could have been.
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Two hours later and Steve was certain he had heard every curse word there was and then a few extra he was sure you had made up. He ran his hands through his disheveled hair. He couldn’t remember a time of more stress and anxiety in his life and yet, in this moment, it was all worth it. Not twenty minutes ago, he had been moving your hair off your sweaty face as you pushed your child into the world. One moment you were moaning in such intense pain and the next a breath of relief whooshed out of you. The half second of silence seemed to last for an eternity until he heard what had to be the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. His child was here and boy, they were loud. They were quickly placed on your chest and you turned to Steve with tears in your eyes while you laughed. He joined you in a tearful laugh, all the emotions of the day overwhelming you both.
He walked down the hall to the small but cozy waiting room. The crowd of patient onlookers had grown and he saw the whole team waiting for any update. When they saw him walk in, they all stood and a hush fell over the group. He smiled at them, with tears in his eyes.
“I have a daughter…” was all he was able to get out before the group burst into celebration and he was embraced and congratulated. He told the team they could come back and see you and the baby a few at a time, but that he wanted to start with Natasha and Bucky. 
As they walked into the room, Natasha instantly went to your side, giving you a soft head kiss and resting her forehead against yours. “I’m so proud of you.” Bucky was standing a ways back, giving you two your moment. He had his arm around Steve’s shoulder, looking at the now three women who meant the world to him. You were so grateful for their love and friendship. A soft hush fell over the room as they stared at the child in your arms. “Well? Are ya gonna make us ask? What’s her name?” Bucky finally spoke up and asked.
You and Steve looked at each other and smiled and Steve spoke up. “Well, we thought it was only fitting because of her birthday, but this is Eve Rogers.”
“Eve Natalia Rogers.” You interjected. Natasha’s eyes went wide in shock.
“Wait. Really?” She asked, not fully believing it.
“Of course, why wouldn’t we name her after her godmother. It’s not like we could name her after her godfather. Eve Bucky just doesn’t flow so well.” Steve said, playfully nudging Bucky. 
They both smiled and the look of gratefulness and love on both their faces was one you would never forget. You couldn’t have asked for better friends and godparents for your child. You could see that Bucky was slightly emotional over it all but he quickly blinked it away and smiled warmly at the two of you. “She looks so much like you Y/N. Thank God she’s more you than this punk.” You all laughed but you looked down and compared your daughter to your husband. She definitely did look like you, her little nose and the cupid’s bow of her soft lips, but there were hints of Steve as well. Her hair was the same blonde and when her eyes were open, they were the exact shade of his.
A few hours later and you and Steve were finally alone with your daughter tucked safely into the bassinet beside you. You both just stared lovingly at her as you watched her sleep. Her little lip moved as she slept.  Neither of you said a word, but so much was communicated in that moment. Contentment, relaxation, and love beyond describing. Neither of you could imagine ever wanting to be anywhere but in this moment. Your perfect Christmas.
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Summary: Steve can save the world, but can’t save his own. 
Warnings: angst, break-up, unresolved angst, not a happy ending.
W/C: 1.4k
Pairing: Steve Rogers x wife!reader (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).
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jackiequick · 2 years
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The start of it all…
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Years before they came Avengers, they were simple friends who met on a sunny New York day. Nothing..nothing more. She met him carrying bags of shopping goods as he drawing pictures of builds as the conversation started.
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Laughs filled the air as they exchange numbers and became friends. One day in the park she sat next to watching all the parents with they’re kids and asked, “What would it be like to have one?”
“A baby? Must be nice. You want one?” He said smiling at the families.
“It’s not the worst ideas, they’re honest the most adorable sweet things in the world.”
He chuckles, “And they look at you like your they’re hero. It’s beautiful…what if we had one?”
“Your serious? The twos taking care of a baby? That would be fun.”
“I was thinking adoption, any newborn or close to toddlers stage. We can do that.”
“Let’s do it. We have the money and the stability to have that life.”
The two of them applied within that night after dinner building a new room for the baby. Buying the crib, toys, diapers and clothes. They hoped for a boy and if they’re lucky, maybe get a girl later on.
Weeks, months passed by as they waited until one night the phone rang. Steve picked up the phone, “Hello..yes this is he?…really?…thank you..let us know as soon as possible.” He hung up the phone looking at her, “We got the call. We’re going to be parents.”
Her jaw dropped standing up from the couch, “Shut up! No way!” They pulled each other into a hug getting another call that it would tomorrow.
So as one can imagine, they woke up early and headed over to the adoption agency with a carrier and everything. Once they arrive at the door, Stella’s eyes water in glee seeing the baby boy. The agent handed him over to her as she gently took the baby in her arms.
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She was quietly sat down beside Steve who put the bags down. She held him in her arms and gently said, “Hi I’m your mama..yeah your so cute..and tiny.”
The baby boy squirmed a bit taking in the new people as it was Steve’s turn to hold him, “Hey bubba, I’m your daddy..we’ve waited so long to get an angel like you.”
“What should we name him? I was thinking Grey or Everett.”
“That could be his middle name.” He looked down at the baby, “We can name him James or..maybe Luca.”
“Luka Everett Rogers-Strange? Kinda long don’t you think?”
“We can work out the details later. He’s going to be spoiled and definitely with that camera you got me.”
They thought nothing can ruin this cute parent and baby moment until that night with him…
It was 3:00am when Luka woke up crying as the couple groan. Steve tapped her, “It’s your turn…” She rolled over glancing at him replying, “I got him last night, your turn.”
Steve kisses her cheek and got up to change Luka’s diaper as the baby boy cuddled into his father’s arms. The next few night and days have been the same with the pair taking care of they’re bundle of joy.
Stella soon found a trick one morning while getting dressed. She had her son on the bed as she hummed a tune and he listened with big eyes. Luka’s eyes and ears followed the singing of his mother like it was the most natural thing in the world.
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Stella sat on the bed noticing Luka’s every movement as she sang and smiled. Steve walked into the room kissing her cheek watching them, “Aww someone loves mama’s singing? Well so does dada.”
Steve and Stella started singing the ‘Winnie The Pooh’ theme song as Luka melted into the sound as his eye lids dropped and fell asleep. She wrapped her arms around him and whispered, “We are gonna be good parents.”
“Yeah we are.” He replied putting Luka in his crib to rest listening to music. The pair would go the store and get stopped by grandparents saying, “Aw what a lovely family. You and your wife have a beautiful son.”
Stella would chuckle at the marriage comments and reply, “My husband does all the heavy lifting. It’s like I don’t even raise a finger.” She would kiss his Steve’s cheek for dramatic effect as he laughed.
Sometimes they would take the parent roles to seriously and start playing house. Steve would come from behind wrapping his arms around Stella’s waist and whispers, “How is the Mrs doing today?”
She would kiss his cheek and reply, “What do you want? Is it the camera or a kiss?”
“Why not both?” He smirked stealing a kiss from her as she would wrapped her arms around him, “I love playing house.”
“I can tell. I think I like this version of you.” She laughed into his shoulder about to say something else when they heard Luka giggling from afar.
Luka was trying to stand but kept falling on his butt giggling, “Ba! Ma!” Stella played music as Steve held their son up helping him to stand up on his own.
“Good job bubba, your getting there. Can you stand for dada?” He asked blowing raspberries into his cheek as Luka laughed.
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Over the years Luka grew into his toddler years and so adorable if you ask anyone who met him. Loving his parents and grandparents, especially going to work with Stephen.
His features became more prominent like his eyes and nose even though he very much looked like his parents. Steve noticed and joked saying he looked like a old friend of his, Bucky and Stella would agree.
Until one night while Luka was at his grandparents house curiosity took the best of the parents. Steve looked over files and search about his biological father while Stella went the scientific route. Then they hit the jackpot…
Steve stayed in shock, “No way, that’s impossible…Bucky’s dead.” He paced around the room trying to wrap his head around it asking, “I saw him fall off the train myself..I know he didn’t survive.”
She tried to calm him down and explain, “Well honey science proves that one way or another our son is biologically related to Bucky…we can’t beat ourselves up over this.” 
They looked at each other knowing that they love they’re child more than anything in the world. The universe chose this to happen, it was fated to be done and they wouldn’t have it any other way.
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The weekend passed and Stephen brought Luka over to his parents. He went running into his father’s arm, “Dada! Mama! Gra’pa ‘nd I play doctor! Then we eat cookies we Gra’ma! I love it.”
Steve kissed his cheek, “That’s great bubba! Let’s get you cleaned up for dinner and you can tell me all the little details.”
Luka smiled then looked at his mother, “Mama can I go to Gra’pa and Gra’ma house again? Please!”
“Of course sweetie.” Stella replied, glancing between her solider and her son, “Go wash up with Daddy.”
Steve took their son to get ready for dinner while Stella stayed talking to her father about their weekend discoveries. Her father, Stephen mentioned, “My grandson is so talented and smart, he gets that from you guys.”
She nods, “Yeah I guess he goes. Luka’s a unique boy, he’s a Rogers and a Strange.”
The whole family including the grandparents had dinner telling stories and laughing. Of course, this family had their ups and downs but ones thing for sure, they stayed strong and full of love.
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buckyysdoll · 8 months
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— 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞’𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝 —
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જ⁀➴ 18+ MDNI — summary: threesome with bucky n steve; a/n: this is short, and just filth; cw: kind of mean bucky?, oral (f!rec) -> eating pussy, dirty talk, praise kink — general sexually expl language? pairing: bucky x steve x f! reader
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“A little wider, cmon doll” Bucky urged from just behind you, his legs framed on either side of your waist, and your back to his front. With his head against the headboard, he sat near upright, as did you; your hands were flat, palms down, on the generous plains of his thighs.
His cock was hard at your backside.
It was at that realisation — and the words he’d said so softly — that your knees were parting wider for the man who was lowered between them. Apparently that still wasn’t good enough, though, for broad hands settled at your thighs, warm fingers pressed with just enough pressure to the insides of each to keep you open, and still.
The touch was achingly gentle, yet assertive. A half-strangled keen left your throat.
You were surprised Steve had even heard Bucky at all from between legs that fought to clench around his head.
After all, since the man had first lowered his mouth to your slick, waiting bareness, he’d been quiet; hadn’t said a word, had only edged you close to fracture time and again. By now, you were close to weeping at the unrelieved ache of each failed orgasm, but all Steve made by way of noise was soft, little groans.
And you couldn’t speak either.
Indeed, words didn’t seem possible now and you just couldn’t face the attempt; there was only the ruin of each near-release before you ever had the chance to let go.
Through it all, Steve had eyes for nothing other than your warmth. Was gone and lost to feeling, lost to taste.
Just lost to you.
It was Bucky who had the control, whose low, silky voice guided both of you through it. It was Bucky who’d put that ring on your left-handed finger, but tonight didn’t care.
You were his girl, and didn’t good girls deserve more than one man to worship her body? Didn’t you deserve to have Bucky’s mouth in open kisses at your neck, as well as Steve’s on your sex?
“See? That’s it, now was that so hard?” Bucky’s hand came up to brush through your hair. And you couldn’t help it — you arched back into the touch with your neck bared, open and marked.
You gave yourself to him — to both of them — while your legs started shaking for the sixth, seventh time.
You were so close again, near enough that you could taste it. And knowing, Steve’s tongue slowed its assault.
You’d wanted this for so fucking long that you didn’t even know how it had happened. One minute, you’d been fantasising in the privacy of your own mind: fucked up visuals of a threeway parading behind your eyes — and you not daring to share it.
What would Bucky think, you couldn’t help but wonder then, if he knew what filthy and degrading thoughts had kept you up at night?
Kept you up with one hand at your mouth to keep quiet, and the other at your clit.
But his reaction hadn’t been the one that you’d expected. Not in the least. He’d barely said a word, just took your hand and gone to find Steve in his room at the compound.
The other super soldier had been pleasantly surprised to see you both at his door, his smile open — but at the embarrassed, flushed look of your face and Bucky’s own teasing one? He’d been in for much more.
But at least, judging by the tent in his jeans that had come at Bucky’s words, he was in. When his best friend had said in that easy drawl, “How’d you feel about fucking my girl with me, Steve?” the man’s eyes had changed, pupils blowing wide already at the sordid confession.
The very one Bucky had revealed as though remarking on the weather; as though to him, your shame was nothing.
So here you were, one man behind you with his hand at one breast and that mouth at your neck; the other had his own hands spread across your hips, tongue so thorough as he took his slow, sweet time in giving you head.
Steve looked up at you in that moment from beneath lowered lashes, lips swollen, hair mussed. And his answering smile was so arrogant you almost came then, at their mercy and loving it.
You thought of what it would feel like to have him inside you, as well as just Bucky — to feel so full within all of the places that seemed tailor made for these two men alone. Your mouth was empty, waiting; your sex clenched around the hard absence of them —
And it was to that thought of what they’d do that you finally came — came hard and fast, at last, in Steve’s waiting mouth to the sound of soft praise from behind you.
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