Could I Request Modern!steve Surprising Reader At College? Maybe She Has Been Super Homesick And It’s

“bella ramsey plays ellie, i call her bellie and she’s my blessing”

please pedro thats so fucking cute

Step Mum - J.Q

hey loves, how is everyone? okay, who else sees Joseph as a girl dad because i definitely do 🥹 dad!Joseph and stepmum!y/n. sorry there’s probably a lot of mistakes but enjoy i guess.

you and Joseph had been together for a year and a few months and it had been the best year of your life. you'd never felt the feelings you had for Joseph in any other relationship you had been in. you and Joseph recently moved in together to a three bedroom house for you and him and his two kids from a previous relationship, Esme who was 4 and Tilly who had just turned one. yes, you and Joseph had been together for the whole time she was born. Amanda, Joseph's ex and him had broken up when she was six months pregnant.

obviously the situation wasn't ideal as Amanda hated you and you didn't want to impose on the family. you found out Joseph had kids three months into your relationship and you honestly didn't mind. you met them six months ago and they were a little shy at first, especially Esme, but you didn't mind. it would take time for them to get used to it and you didn't want the pressure them into liking you. whenever Joseph would have the girls over, you always made the conscious decision to leave Joseph with them, allowing them to bond like a normal family. well, you usually left them alone but since moving into your new house, they would stay over for the weekend, meaning you'd be there with Joseph.

you'd never want to take away the title from Amanda and you were happy the two girls had an amazing mother. no matter how much Amanda hated you, you always knew she was a great mum by the way the Esme spoke when you were around. she always used her manners and she was just all around a very sweet girl, same with Tilly. it was a Friday evening, the girls would be staying around for the third weekend since moving into your house and you were quite nervous. you usually went out but you had just gotten used to them staying around and you being there with Joseph.

you were waiting for Joseph to arrive home with the girls. you were making dino nuggets, chips and veggies for dinner as requested by Esme when Joseph phoned you earlier. you heard the door open and little footsteps run into the kitchen and then a small head peer around the corner of the kitchen island. you smiled and saw Joseph enter with a tired Tilly in his arms. "i can see you Esme" you joked, making her giggle loudly before running toward you, he face crushing into your leg.

you let your hand fall and run through her curly locks before bending down. "the dino nuggets are in the over" you whispered, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear. you watched as her eyes lit up and she smiled, making you smile back at her. you stood up, seeing Joseph walk around the counter. "hi Tilly" you said, stroking her cheek softly, making her blush. she showed you a bright grin, her few baby teeth showing as she let her face fall to Joseph's chest making your heart swell as he tickled her slightly, making her giggle loudly.

you loved watching Joseph interact with his kids, there was just something about it that made your love for him grow. he gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before walking out the kitchen to go find Esme, usually she was in her room playing with the dolls she had here so that's where you knew Joseph would check first. on the weekends when the girls would stay, Amanda would pick them up on Sunday afternoon. with her, you had no idea why she hated you so much. maybe it was because you were with Joseph? maybe it was jealousy? you had no idea but to assume.

once dinner was ready, you called everyone down to the dinner table where everyone's food was already at the table, Tilly's cut up on a small plate on her high chair table. you watched as Joseph helped Tilly into her high chair and as Esme got into the seat next to Joseph. you sat down next to Tillys high chair, listening to Joseph's and Esme's conversation. "and then we went to see nanny and she got a new dog called Rags. he's so cute" she gushed, thinking of the tiny puppy. you smiled as you listened, for a four year old, she was very intelligent. she understood things that some kids her age wouldn't and it was honestly fascinating listen to her speak.

"well that's cute, what dog is he?" Joseph asked, looking at his daughter. she stopped and thought for a moment, trying to recall what her mum had called the dog. "sausage? i'm not sure" she said, the name not coming into her head. "a sausage dog? was it a miniature one or a normal one?" he asked, smiling at her. "normal one i think. it's so small though daddy, like this big" she said, showing the size of the dog with her hands.

"well that is pretty tiny, what colour was it?" you asked, breaking your silence as you wanted to know more about this dog. "he was ginger, oh y/n he was so cute. when mummy comes on sunday i'll get her to show you a picture" she said, getting all excited about the thought of you seeing the dog. "i'll look forward to it" you said, smiling at her. you knew that wouldn't happen, Amanda would freak out before letting you see that dog. you continued eating in silence, listening to Esme speak about her week with her mum before she brought up something that would made it a bit awkward.

"daddy, why did you and mummy break up? i miss when you stayed at home with us." she said, looking up at Joseph. he choked on his drink as she said this and your eyes widened before a sad expression spread across your face. you looked down at your plate, feeling uncomfortable. you knew she hadn't meant to make you feel bad, she was only four, but the thoughts came rushing through your brain. she didn't like you and Joseph together. she wanted her old family back. Joseph coughed and looked at you, seeing you staring down at your plate. he felt bad. he hated that things couldn't be different but he knew you knew she didn't mean it.

"Es, sweetheart, me and mummy aren't getting back together, ever. i don't love your mummy anymore" he said honestly, making her look up at him with a sad expression. she nodded and looked down at her lap before getting up from the table and walking to her bedroom. you looked up from your plate when you heard her bedroom door close. "you should go talk to her" you said to Joseph, giving him a small smile. he sighed, feeling bad about how the situation is making you feel. he stood up once he saw you standing up and walked to you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"you know she doesn't mean it" he said, looking into your eyes as he spoke. you nodded your head and lent in to kiss him. "i know, it's okay, she's only four. she just doesn't understand us yet" you said, kissing him again. "now go talk to her. i'd hate it if she was up there crying. i'll take care of Tilly" you said, unwrapping his arms from his waist as you jokingly pushed him toward the stairs, making him laugh. he walked up the stairs, and you walked back to where Tilly was. "hello sweetheart" you said, seeing her finished with her food. you picked her up and walked to the living room where her small play pen was. it was filled with toys and plastic balls that she loved to chew on.

you didn't want to shout up but you needed to know if you could leave Tilly alone for a few minutes so you could do the washing up. "Joey, can i leave her in the play pen for a minute whilst i clean up?" you asked, hearing him shout down a small 'of course'. you collected the plates from the table and walked to the kitchen where you put them in the sink to wash up. Joseph was in Esme's room, hand on her back as she cried softly to him. "i just miss you" she sobbed, his heart clenching as he heard her say those words. "i know sweetheart but me and mummy won't be getting back together. i'm with y/n now. do you not like her?" he asked, feeling anxious as he asked this. he didn't want his kids to hate you, that was the one thing he was worried about when he started dating again.

"i like her daddy. i just- i just miss you" she said, sobbing harder into his neck. his hand moved up and down her back softly as he tried to comfort her. he felt relieved when he heard she did in fact like you but she just missed him. "i'm right here love, i'm not going anywhere. how about we start seeing each other during the week as well as on the weekends hmm? would that make you feel better?" he asked, her head moving out of his neck. he watched as she nodded and rubbed her eye with her closed fist.

he lent in and kissed her cheek, wiping the tears off her cheeks as she finally calmed down. “you wanna go watch a film before bed?” he asked, seeing her teary eyes light up slightly. “yes. can we watch Mulan?” she asked. Mulan was definitely her favourite finest film, she even had a teddy Mushu which she loved. “of course baby, let’s go come on” he said, taking ahold of her hand as they walked down the stairs, seeing you sat on the sofa with a snoring Tilly on your chest as you watched some random show which was on the tv. “hi Es, you okay?” you asked, seeing her sit next to you on the sofa.

she nodded her head and watched as Joseph sat next to her. “urm y/n. would you mind if we watched Mulan?” she asked, making you smile at her shyness. “of course, Joseph could you change it? i don’t want to disturb Tilly” you said, stroking the nape of her neck, playing with the baby hairs. he nodded and grabbed the remote, changing it over to disney+ where Mulan was. you all watched Mulan and listened as Esme sang the songs quietly throughout, making your heart swell, she had a beautiful voice.

-

Sunday rolled around quicker than you expected, you and Joseph were waiting for Amanda to come pick up the girls. he was upstairs with both Tilly and Esme when the door bell finally rang. you took a deep breath before walking to the door, opening it with a smile on your face. “hi, it’s nice to see you” you said, trying to be as nice as you could, trying to ignore the filthy stare she gave you. “yeah whatever. where’s the girls?” she asked, making your smile falter a bit. “oh urm they’re upstairs, come in i’ll go get them” you said, moving to the side to let her in.

she walked into the house for the first time, looking around as she saw the photos of you and Joseph scattered around. she walked into the living room and sat on the sofa, still looking around. “can i get you anything?” you asked, just before you were about to go tell Joseph Amanda was here. she shook her head and looked at her phone, allowing you to go get Joseph and the girls. before you walked up the stairs, you heard her talking on the phone quite loudly. “no it’s awful, such an ugly house. she doesn’t look any better either, a lot worse” Amanda said, making your heart drop. now you weren’t one for some stupid comment to effect you but hearing it from her just made you feel bad about yourself.

you shook it off, not wanting to show Joseph and the girls that you were now upset. you walked up the stairs and into Esme’s bedroom where they were all playing. “your mums here, she’s in the living room” you said, seeing her smile grow wide as she dropped her dolls and ran past you to go see her mum. “be careful” you said nicely, seeing her almost fall down the stairs from how fast she ran. “you invited her in?” Joseph asked, shocked that you allowed her in here. “oh yeah i did. i only did it because i would feel bad if i closed the door in her face to come get you guys” you said honestly, seeing him pick up Tilly. “i’ll get their bags” you said, walking to Esme’s bed where both girls bags sat.

“thank you” he said, walking out the bedroom before you. you both walked down the stairs and into the living room where you saw Esme sitting with Amanda. Esme saw you come into the room and immediately got off of her mum, walking to wrap her arms around your leg. “thank you for doing my hair y/n. i wish you could do my hair every day” she said sweetly, you smiled down to her and ran your fingers gently over the two french plaits you’d done for her earlier. “you’re very welcome sweetheart” you said, kneeling down to give her a hug goodbye.

Amanda saw red once she saw you give Esme a small kiss on the cheek. she looked at it like it was the worse possible thing you could ever do. once you stood up, that’s when she started. “i’ve had enough of and i’m honestly not comfortable with you around my kids y/n. you’re doing her hair now and kissing her on the cheek like you’ve known her her whole life? well guess what, you haven’t. you’ll be nothing but Joseph’s girlfriend to her and she’ll never like you like she loves me. you’ll never be me and you’ll never be a mother to my kids. now in future, don’t hug my kids, don’t kiss my kids and dont do Esme’s hair. you aren’t her mum and you never will be so back off. they’re here to see Joseph not you. and don’t you ever tell her what to do, i heard you tell her to be careful and it was so rude of you to do so. now back off, no one wants you here” she practically shouted, making your face turn red from embarrassment. it was like you were back in school being shouted at for talking whilst a teacher was. she knew how to make you feel under appreciated and she’d just done it in front of everyone.

Joseph looked at her shocked. how could she say something like that to someone who only showed her respect and kindness? “hey, don’t talk to her like that, she’s done nothing wrong Amanda? she only told Esme to be careful because she almost fell down the stairs coming to see you. and she did Esme’s hair because i can’t plait it and she asked for them so yeah, so what, she did her hair. stop acting like she’s doing things wrong when she’s not-” he started. you hated that you may have caused this issue between them so you spoke up. “enough. it’s okay. i shouldn’t have told her what to do and i’m sorry i did her hair. and i’m sorry for anything else i’ve done to you Amanda. i really didn’t mean to come across as rude, now if you excuse me, i have uhh, somewhere to be” you said, still feeling embarrassed that she shouted at you like that.

you felt everyone’s eyes on you as you turned your back and walked out of the living room to the front door. you grabbed your keys from the side and walked out, hearing Joseph’s pleads for you to come back. you had tears rolling down your face as you got into your car and drove off to anywhere, anywhere away from the confrontation. “see what you’ve done? well done Amanda, making someone feel miserable per usual. you have no idea how much y/n does for the girls. she has so much love for them and you’ve just embarrassed her like that. what was your point? she’s done nothing but be kind toward you and you’ve thrown it back in her face. she doesn’t want to be their mum, she’s always said she’d never want to take that away from you so how dare you treat my girlfriend like that.” he said, making Amanda look down at Esme who had a scared expression on her face.

“daddy where did y/n go?” Esme asked, her arm tugging on his t-shirt, getting him to look down at her. Joseph sighed and look down at Esme. “i have no idea sweetheart, she’ll be back soon” he said, smiling softly at her. Amanda looked shocked at Joseph’s outburst. “you must really love her” Amanda said, making Joseph look at her, confused expression on his face. “of course i love her, why do you think i moved in with her?” he said, confused at what she was getting at. “remember Joseph, you loved me once too. we had the perfect family and the most beautiful house and compared to this, what we had was so much better.” she said, was she seriously still going on?

“oh my god Amanda. one, our relationship was far from perfect and two, y/n is one of the best thins to ever happen to me. i wish every single day that i had these kids with her instead of you. now get out seriously, you’ve made my girlfriend leave her own home because you embarrassed her, now leave.” he said, anger filling him. he knelt down to Esme, seeing her upset expression on her face. “is y/n okay daddy? she didn’t say a proper goodbye” she said, the air was filled with anger and confusion. “y/n is fine sweetheart okay? when you come next weekend, she’ll be here okay? and you guys can watch Mulan and she can plait you hair how does that sound?” he said, tickling her side softly, trying to make her laugh. she let out a small giggle and wrapped her arms around his neck. he kissed her cheek softly before letting go, allowing her to walk to Amanda to leave. once they’d left, he was sat around calling you and messaging you, hoping you’d be home soon.

-

after a few hours, you finally arrived home seeing Amanda’s car was thankfully not in the driveway. you unlocked the front door and heard Joseph running towards the front door. as soon as he saw you he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in for a tight hug. “god i was so worried, i’m so sorry y/n. i didn’t know she was gonna do that” he said, kissing your temple. you let your head fall into his neck before you allowed silent tears to fall.

“Joseph i just don’t understand. i’ve been so nice to her and she’s so mean. when she walked in she went straight on her phone and called someone, she said that i looked worse than before and that the house was ugly. i just don’t know what i can do for her to like me” you sobbed, the embarrassment from earlier filling your body.

“hey stop that. she knows nothing about you sweetheart and you shouldn’t listen to her. the house is lovely and you are so beautiful. she’s only saying it because she’s jealous. now, please don’t cry over her, she’s not worth your tears” he said, pulling your face to look at him. he gave you a soft smile and wiped your tears, hoping he made you feel somewhat better from earlier.

you sighed and nodded, the smile on his face growing wider. “come on, we should finish watching that series you were binging the other day, what was it? uhh, i can’t remember” he said, making you laugh tearily. “shameless” you said, your voice croaking slightly from your crying. “yes, shameless, come on sweetheart” he said, pulling you further into the house. he’d always stuck up for you and that’s all you ever wanted, someone to be in your corner when something went wrong. you were very grateful for him.

Sorry nope one more. Pregnant with baby two or three and letting the other babies paint on your belly bc you’re tired and need a way to entertain them. Dad walking in like this is new.

handprints

wc: 1.1k warnings: dad!steve, f!reader a/n: apparently i'm incapable of writing anything truly blurb length. so here, take another small fic! sorry this took so long, anon, i hope you like it!!!

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Steve came home to a quiet house, which was unusual to say the least. With two little ones, and another on the way, the Harrington household was usually full of life and noise. He couldn’t help but panic for a quick moment before he realized that his family was likely just in the backyard. You liked to get them outside, find a way to keep them busy after you brought them home from daycare, especially now that you were seven months pregnant and so tired after your day at work. 

Stepping into the kitchen, he finally heard familiar giggles float in through the open window, which soothed his nerves. The window above the sink was open, and he wandered over to look out, finding all three of you out in the yard, though he wasn’t quite sure what was happening. You were reclining on one of the lawn chairs, shirt discarded in the grass next to you as the kids held paint brushes. It looked like they were painting something — were they painting on your skin? 

Your kids were, in fact, painting your tummy as you tried to relax a bit. You weren’t sure how the idea came to you, but it seemed like a great one; the kids had something to do, while you could put your feet up and close your eyes for a few moments. And it seemed to be going well. The late afternoon sun was still shining, there was a light breeze, and the kids seemed to be enjoying themselves, if the giggles were an indicator of anything. 

The peace was quickly broken, though, as your two-year-old, Emily, let out a loud whine. Your eyes flew open, expecting her older brother Daniel to be the instigator, but found that he was still painting quietly on the other side of you. 

“What’s wrong, Emmy?” you asked, reaching out to brush a strand of her hair out of her face. 

She didn’t answer, and went back to painting the blob she was working on, when it happened again. She let out another whine, her eyebrows drawn together, small lips pursed as she pouted, “Kicking!” 

It took a second before you understood; the baby had kicked particularly hard where Emily was painting on your tummy, bumping her hand as she worked. You tried not to laugh as you smoothed your hand over her hair, “The baby is kicking where you’re working, huh?” She nodded, a pout still on her lips. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. Baby doesn’t know you’re making a pretty picture for mommy. Maybe if you give baby a kiss, they’ll calm down a bit.”

Steve watched from the doorway, as Emily leaned down and pressed a kiss to a clear space on your tummy. He could help the grin that took over his face, and he couldn’t wait any longer to be close to his family, “Well, this is new! What’s going on here, you stinkers?”

The sound of Steve’s voice was what finally broke Daniel’s concentration, and he looked up, grinning at his dad, “I’m paintin’ a tree!” 

Crouching down next to his son, Steve ruffled his hair as he looked at the picture he’d been working on, “Wow, buddy, that’s a great tree! Mommy let you turn her into an art project, huh? What are you painting, Emmy?” She listed a few things, none of which were clear, but Steve nodded thoughtfully, as if he saw her vision, “Oh, wow, that’s great, sweetie. So pretty.” 

Pleased with their dad’s praise, both kids turned back to their work, and Steve focused on you. Leaning over to press a kiss to your forehead, he asked, “Everything okay, love?”

“Mhm,” you nodded, pushing your chin up with your lips pursed, hoping he’d get the hint and give you a kiss. Thankfully, he did, and planted a kiss to your lips quickly, hand cupping your jaw carefully. You continued what you were saying once he’d done so, “Just was tired and wanted to give them something to do.”

Steve sat in the grass next to you as he let out a laugh, “Not a bad idea, I suppose. The paint is nontoxic, right?”

“Of course,” you nodded, reaching a hand out to push through Steve’s hair, getting it out of his face so you could see him better. 

His hand caught yours and he turned his head, placing a kiss to the inside of your wrist, “Good.” The small action made your heart flutter, even after all the years you’d been together. 

“Daddy, you paint something?” Daniel asked, eyes wide as he stared up at Steve. 

“Hmm… how about I put a handprint on mommy’s tummy? You two can do the rest of the painting.” 

The kids seemed pleased with this idea, and Steve let them cover his palm in yellow paint. They helped him press his hand to an open spot on your tummy in the middle, near the top of your bump. You beamed at him when his palm touched your skin and your baby kicked hard at his hand, seemingly aware that it was their dad. Steve, who would never get over the feeling, grinned back at you, absolutely ecstatic, before leaning forward again to press kisses all over your face. 

“Can I do a handprint?” 

“Me too!”

“Ask your mom,” Steve shrugged, not wanting to answer for you. 

You nodded immediately, of course, and Steve began helping them cover their hands in paint. You took Daniel’s small hand, slathered in blue paint, and helped him get it into the perfect position next to Steve’s handprint, while Steve took Emily’s purple hand and did the same on the other side of his handprint, gently pressing it into your skin. 

There was now barely any bare skin left on your exposed stomach as they pulled back their hands, grinning. You pressed a kiss to each of their cheeks and then nodded back towards the house, “Go with Daddy to wash your hands, okay?” 

They quickly ran off, leaving Steve to race after them, but they were back within minutes with clean hands, and Steve had returned with a camera as well. You let out a small groan when you saw that he was holding it in his hands, but you knew you’d appreciate a picture later on, even if you didn’t now. 

Knowing exactly what you were thinking, Steve gave you his best pleading eyes, “C’mon, baby, please? You’ll appreciate it later.” 

“Yeah, okay,” you sighed, shifting your position slightly, one arm moving to cradle your bump. 

“Smile, beautiful!” Steve grinned from behind the camera, causing you to break out into a very real smile as you stared up at your husband. The camera clicked once, and then twice, “Ugh, perfect.”

Eddie Munson: Conditions

*My work is not to be taken or used anywhere else without my permission. Reblogs, likes and comments are always welcome and much appreciated. Thank you to all who read my work, and recommend it. It means a lot!

Summary: Fluff. Female reader expresses her conditions for marriage.

“I just have one condition if you ever wanna marry me,” you say one day draped over Eddie’s side. Your fingertips dance across the tattoo on his chest.

“And what’s that sweetheart?” He asks.

“If you wanna marry me, I don’t want a traditional ring. I want it tattooed,” you pause, “I think it makes it more meaningful because with a tattoo it’s a deeper promise to be together forever. Ya know since you can’t exactly remove a tattoo as easily as a ring. I know it’s kinda silly.”

You look away from his gaze, your eyes instead focusing on your fingers still tracing his tattoo.

“It’s not silly sweetheart,” he murmurs. He tilts your chin to bring your attention back to his eyes. “I think it’s pretty metal actually.”

You smile and press a light kiss to his lips.

*Time change to the future*

You sit in a tattoo parlor with Eddie next to you.

“You ready for this wifey?” He asks.

“Of course! No cold feet?”

“Never!” He wraps an arm around your shoulder.

“We’re ready for you two.”

You clutch Eddie’s hand as the artist begins his needle work.

“I love it!” You exclaim holding both his hand and yours close to your face to admire the ink work in the sunlight. “I’m finally forever yours, bound to you and you to me for eternity through a manner of ink.”

His hands caresses your face, momentarily distracting you from the tattooed rings.

His thumb gently brushes over your lips.

“All mine,” he admires. “For eternity.”

𖦹⋆ ༘ ☼ 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬.

# 01 — steve rogers x fem!reader # 02 — cw: none, only cute tooth-rotting fluff! set after ca:tws, established relationship # 03 — wc: 1.09k # 04 — a/n:  *sing-songy voice* i’m backkk *normal voice* so i know i’ve been pretty much mia for the past few months but i think i’m back for good now. which also means, i'm going to be writing and posting whenever i can, so requests are open again, feel free to send them in! 

as for this one-shot (which was originally supposed to be a drabble), i chose stevie to break me back into posting because i love him and he’s steve and i just love fluffy and adorable steve so much. this idea just flowed in as i wrote and i sort of love how it turned out, so i really hope you enjoy! feedback of any sort is always appreciated ♡

steve didn’t usually sleep in. never really had the habit of doing so, and his job with s.h.i.e.l.d. never really allowed him the opportunity either. but it had somehow started happening since he started spending the nights with you. maybe it was the fact that he had finally gotten a free day on the weekend or that he was simply too tired from his last mission. nevertheless, mornings with steve were pretty much one of your favourite ways to begin your days.

so it was pretty weird when you woke up and found steve in bed at 9 a.m., curled up into you and still asleep. the sun streamed in from the window behind him, covering him in sunshine and god, was he beautiful. your breath hitched at the sight of his peaceful expression— no furrows between his eyebrows and no frown twisting his lips— and made the decision to let him sleep in for as long as he wanted and whenever he wanted. you were rather well acquainted with steve’s bad habit for not stopping until he’d run himself completely ragged. sometimes not even then. he could use all the sleep he got.

but you just couldn’t resist pressing your hand to his cheek, thumb gently— just barely caressing the dark bags under his eye. steve hummed lowly but did not seem to stir from his sleep and, pulling your hand away before he could wake, you moved to gently untangle yourself from him. 

breakfasts with steve were also an uncommon occurrence with the unpredictability of his job, but the both of you cherished and made the most of every time you got to do things together. even the mundane ones like this.

but just as you began to move, a strong hand tightened around your waist, pulling you back into a firm chest. “where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?”

goddamit.

your heart lurched at the sound of his voice— deep and rich, rough and tired from his sleep. you couldn’t stop a smile pulling at your lips as you turned back around to face him. “good morning stevie,” you hummed quietly, hand raising to press against his cheek.

steve tightened his arm around your waist until you were pressed up entirely into him, and then pressed his face into the crook of your neck. “good morning my love,” he mumbled, “care to tell me why you were abandoning me in bed like this?”

you huffed a laugh. it wasn’t a long shot to say steve got a bit dramatic sometimes, usually when it was just the two of you and especially when he was fishing for some love. “hush, you big baby. i just wanted to go get breakfast started.”

“breakfast can wait, i wanna stay in bed with you for a bit longer.” he moved his face and brushed his nose against yours, before pecking your lips softly. “please y/n/n?”

the world could’ve been coming to an end, and with the way steve was looking at you— golden hair mussed from sleep, the prettiest blue eyes still sleepy but soft as they gazed upon you, and his lips pulled into a tiny pout— there was no way in hell you would’ve refused him.

“alright darling, we can stay in for as long as you want.”

his hand squeezed your hips in thanks before he pressed his face into her hair. he inhaled, his strong chest rising and falling under her hands, and then he spoke, “i hate that we don't get more of such mornings. i can’t get enough of you like this. when there’s no hurry for me to rush somewhere, when it’s just the two of us.”

you sighed quietly. you knew how much steve hated not being able to spend enough time with you because of his job. he always beat himself up over missed dates, movie nights and the time lost, despite you knowing steve couldn’t help it and never giving him any grief over it. besides, you knew steve would never be able to rest without having done his best to help in any situation. that was one of the traits that simply made him so special. something that made him him. plus, he never missed any chance to make up for it, and damn did he do a good job at it.

“i know, my love.” you moved so you could look him in the eyes, rubbing his hands over his shoulders and biceps. “someday, we will get all the time we want for ourselves. but until then, i don’t mind sharing you with the world a bit longer.”

he smiled softly. “i love you, y'know that?”

you hummed your reply and pressed closer before putting your lips to his in a soft kiss. steve made a soft sound in his chest that had your heart lurching in your chest. his hand skimmed up and down your back, fingers spreading wide over the fabric of the t-shirt you’d stolen from him, before they finally settled on your waist again. his fingers scrunched your t-shirt, pulling you impossibly closer as the kiss grew heated; another sound leaving him, this one louder, as your fingers found his hair, nails scratching gently at his scalp. the sound jolted you out of the trance steve’s touch never failed to put you in. you gasped as you pulled your lips from his and ignoring steve’s unhappy whine, you settled back into the mattress after putting some distance between your faces.

“is this why you’ve been trying to keep me in your bed, captain?” you murmured, swiping your thumb on steve’s lower lip as you looked up at him coyly. if staying in bed is what he wanted, you could at least tease him a bit first.

he groaned quietly, squeezing his eyes shut tightly after eyeing the smirk pulling at your lips. what was he doing playing a game he knew he’d never win?

“i was only hopin’ for some snuggles from my best girl,” he murmured, tucking some hair out of your eyes. “but you know i’d be the last person to say no to more, sweetheart.”

“mhm, i see that with your eagerness.” you laughed finally, leaning up to press kisses across his cheeks. hearing a big, burly man like steve ask for snuggles was just enough to crack your resolve. "you can have your snuggles, stevie."

steve chuckled as he pulled you closer and on top of him, and the sound filled your heart with so much love you could feel it vibrating throughout your entire body.

yeah, mornings with steve were definitely your favourite way to start your days.

taglist @demigoddess-of-ghosts (you filled out my taglist form for steve like months ago, so i have no idea if you still wanna be tagged, but i hope this is fine bae <3)

feel free to comment if anyone else would like to be added!

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Tyler Hoechlin | amfAR Gala Cannes 2023

Green paint

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Summary: babysitting Morgan with Steve gets a little bit out of control.

Word count: 1,637

Warnings: fluff

Masterlist

“The number for the hotel is this one, the number for the restaurant we’ll be at is here, and this is her physicians numb- Y/n are you even listening?” Pepper asks as she notices you staring off.

“Yeah you said the number for hotel, restaurant and the morgue is on this nice fancy piece of paper”.

“You’re hilarious you know?”

“I know, look Pep it’s not the first time I’ve had the pleasure of babysitting Carly so don’t worry”

“Who the hell is Carly?” Tony asks as he walks in with your boyfriend, Steve.

“Umm your daughter, Pep sorry to tell you this but your husbands losing his mind”

“Doll stop winding them up” Steve chuckles coming over to you.

“I can’t help it, anyways I say this in the most nicest way possible but you two leave, eat food that cost way more than my apartment and top it off by having mind blowing s-“

“Alright alright we’re leaving Jesus Christ” Pepper practically shouts.

Tony hands Pepper her coat and purse as he calls for Morgan to come and say goodbye.

“Be good and we love you” Pepper says kissing her daughters cheek.

“Who me or auntie Y/n?” Morgan asks with her eyebrow slightly raised.

“Both.” Tony laughs.

The moment the door closes Morgan grips your hand in hers and drags you to her play room, talking a mile a minute.

“-then we’ll play dress up and then we’ll play with my dolls and-“ 

“Morg slow down sweetie” you say chuckling at the six year old.

“-and we’ll have nuggets and fries and…where’s uncle Stevie?”

“I’m here sweetheart, I was getting your juice for you”. He says and sure enough he had a juice box and a drink for the two of you.

“Thanks uncle Stevie”

“You’re welcome, so what’s the plan tonight then girlies?”

As Morgan retells her plans to him you stand and watch as the six foot super solider holds a pink bunny teddy in his hands, getting ready to hold the elephant teddy as Morgan hands them to him. You couldn’t help but take your phone out of your pocket and snap a few photos of him.

“What are you doing pretty girl?” He asks you after being handed the elephant and now crocodile teddy.

“Oh nothing pretty boy” winking at him as his cheeks start to turn a little shade of red.

Playing dress ups were done after 30 minutes as Morgan got bored of it.

Then you three played doctors, it was your turn to be the patient. You only went to the pretend hospital with a really bad tummy ache and left with an amputated leg. Thanks to Doctor Morgan and her assistant Steve - I wouldn’t recommend going there, ever.

Playing with her dolls was over with pretty quickly as all the dolls were tired and needed a nap.

Steve left Morgan’s playroom - which looked more like a toy store - to make dinner for the three of you, leaving you and Morgan sitting on the very comfortable bean bags.

“Auntie Y/n can I ask you something?”

“Of course pudding”

“When will you and uncle Stevie have babies?“

Ah the good old question your asked constantly now you’ve been dating Steve for five years. Explaining to adults was easy, it mainly consists of you telling them to mind their own business - not necessarily that politely - but explaining it to a six year old? That’s new territory, she’s never asked it before.

“I’m not sure sweetheart” is all you can say.

“Do you like babies?”

“No”

“Why?”

“Because they’re smelly”

“I wasn’t smelly” she laughs.

“Morg you was the smelliest baby in the whole world!”

Her cheeks puffed out as the smile grew more and more “no I wasn’t”

“I’m not lying to you”

“Auntie Y/n, where do babies come from?”

Oh boy. This whole conversation was throwing you off.

“Aliens” you even winced at your own reply.

“Aliens?” She raises her eyebrow reminding you so much of her father.

“Yep. Aliens come and drop off babies to parents”

“How do they make them?”

This girl was killing you.

“Magic?”

“Magic.” She gives you a deadpan look as you nod.

The second you heard Steve call for you two, you practically ran out of the room.

During dinner Morgan told Steve all about where babies came from and how they were made, his eyes looked over at you and with a straight face you nodded, agreeing with the girl.

“Auntie Y/n uncle Stevie” Morgan’s voice trailed down the corridor.

“What’s up?” You asked as you walked down to where she was.

“It’s time to paint”.

“Oh sweetie I don’t think that’s a good idea” Steve says softly.

It wasn’t. The last time you three painted together things…kinda got a little out of hand. Paint was everywhere. All over the floor, walls and even the ceiling.

Tony and Pepper weren’t happy.

“But please uncle Stevie!”

“Maybe if we do damage control it won’t be as bad as last time?” You asked, the pleading in Morgan’s voice chipped away at your heart.

“Babe, we said that last time”

“It’s okay uncle Stevie. I’ll sit in the corner” you both watch as she walks over to the corner and sits down with a huff.

“I’m not giving in Y/n!”

“Nope neither am I…but she looks so sad”

“Alright fine! But the moment things get out of hand we put everything away okay!”

“Yes yes thank you uncle Stevie your the best”

Steve places a kiss to her forehead and watches as she goes to her paint stand, pulling tub and tub out. “I was talking to you too doll”.

“I’ll behave, scouts honour”.

The three of you had been painting for well over an hour, showing each other your paintings after you finished them.

You were adding the last little bit of detail to your latest masterpiece when you felt something splattering across your face.

“Was…that…what…I…think…it…is” looking up from your work to Steve and Morgan who both sit there trying to contain their laughter.

“I won’t ask again you two”

“It’s paint auntie Y/n” Morgan bursts out laughing.

“I’m sorry doll but she told me to do it”

“Yo-you threw paint at me? Steven!”

“Oh oh you’re in trouble” Morgan sings looking towards Steve.

“Babe, Morgan told me to d-“

You cut him off with flicking your brush at him, leaving pink splashes of paint on his face.

He actually had the audacity to looked shocked whilst you smirked.

Morgan’s laughter filled the whole room but she too falls victim when you and Steve flick paint at her.

All three of you come to a stand-off. Eyes bouncing from one another. Armed and ready with paint. Silently daring each other to be the first one to make a move.

Morgan’s the first one to attack.

Brushes were long gone as hands were going into the larger tubs so you can get your next victim easier.

The screams and laughter fills the whole penthouse.

You stalked towards Morgan who was laughing whilst pleading for you not to get her, you was about to reach out for her when her eyes went wide, bouncing from you and behind you. Her arms went out and she started muttering.

Deciding to look behind you, you see your ever so loving boyfriend smiling at you.

When you see his hands it becomes your turn for your eyes to open wide like saucers and you’re moving away from Morgan.

His hands are dripping in green paint.

"Do not touch me!" You speak lowly.

“I wasn’t”

“I mean it Steve do not touch me!”

“I wasn’t!”

“Back up. Now, Steve!”

Morgan stands there eyes still wide and in fact they somehow grow even more. She doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She’s finding the whole situation funny, her aunt and uncle slowly moving around the room - her auntie trying to escape her uncle whilst he tries to catch her - at six years old she’s smart, she knows that if her uncle puts his green hands on her auntie it’s going to take her auntie forever to get it all off.

“I’m not doing anything baby!”

“Morgan…give me some more paint” Morgan listens and finally moves, going straight for the pink paint. “Thanks sweetie”.

“Babe you’re overreacting, I wasn’t going to do anything”

“Ov-overreacting? How dare you!”

Morgan watches as her favourite auntie and uncle move closer to each other now that Y/n had more paint to her hands. Even though she’s six years old she knows, she knows that after tonight she won’t be seeing the pair for a few weeks.

You and Steve were about to pounce on each other when you feel cold liquid drenching the pair of you.

Shocked you look to the side where Morgan stands with a grimace on her face. The now empty tub of green paint tightly held in her hands. 

Before anyone can say anything the door comes open and a scream breaks the silence.

Pepper.

“Oh my… I think I’m having a heart attack!”

The three of you had gotten so carried away with the battle you were in that you didn’t realise how much paint was getting everywhere.

It was so much worse than last time.

So much worse.

“That was so fun auntie and uncle, we should do it again next time”

You, Steve and Morgan are in different parts of the room. Scrubbing and cleaning up all the now dried paint off.

“There’s not going to be a next time” Tony’s voice says but looking around the room you don’t see him. “Top left corner” you could practically hear the eye roll he did.

And that’s when you see it. The camera.

“Back to work!”

~ banner credit goes to @sweetpeapod ~

calling eddie by his name instead of the usual 'babe' or 'baby' and he thinks hes in trouble

you wandered into yours and eddies room, staring down at the assembly instructions of the coffee table you had just bought.

"hey, eddie, i know i said i could do this myself but can you help me real quick?" you asked, not looking up from the paper.

you missed the way he tensed, quickly setting aside his guitar and making his way to you.

"uh... yeah, of course."

"great!" you headed back into the living room of your new home, eyes still scanning the words on the page. "i cant get this tightened down enough, and i dont want it to be all wobbly and uneven."

eddie nodded, uncharacteristically quiet as he mulled over the day in his head. maybe you really did want him to help and he just didnt pick up on the signals? he forgot to put gas in the van and you had to go and do it, but you brought him back a snack from inside, surely you werent mad at him about that? shit, what was the date?

"you okay, love?" you laughed softly, waving your hand in front of his face to snap him back to reality.

"did i... did i do something wrong?" he asked, and the hurt puppy dog look on his face made your heart melt.

"what? no, baby, what makes you say that?" you set the paper down, handing him the little hex key that came with the table. "this one right here."

he didnt look at you, a little embarrassed at being so anxious over such a small thing, instead focusing on tightening the little screw keeping the leg in place.

"you called me eddie."

"...isnt that your name?" you laughed softly, not quite understanding.

"well yeah, but you never call me eddie." he set the key down after tightening it, taking the other screw you handed to him and placing it in the hole, tightening it with his fingers as much as he could before going back to the key.

you thought for a moment, trying to recall the last time you called him by his actual name.

"huh. i guess i dont." you laughed, grabbing his hand to get his attention. "did you think i was mad at you?"

"yes!" he sounded exasperated and you laughed more. "i thought i forgot our anniversary or something, fuck. i was freaking out!"

you snorted through your laughter causing eddie to grin.

"no! jesus, im sorry baby. im not mad, i promise."

he laughed in relief, shaking his head before leaning over the little coffee table to kiss your head.

"im glad. had me scared for a minute."