stop taking your husband for granted

Cravings (Steve x Pregnant!Reader)

Got this request a while ago (honestly I cannot apologize enough for how bad I’ve been) for a one shot spin off from the preference How They Act When You’re Pregnant. So here’s some Dad! Steve x Pregnant!Reader!! Enjoy!(:

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It’s official. You have hit a new low. Sitting in Tony Stark’s bathtub in your husband’s biggest t-shirt surrounded by jars of peanut butter and pickles. Gosh what had driven you to this?

Of course you knew the answer. It was your husband- Captain America himself. The man with the plan Steve Rogers who was probably looking for you right now. Well you and his Captain America shield which you had propped up against the nearest wall. 

To be fair though, you hadn’t started off this crazy. You had started off with the normal kind of pregnancy. The kind where you had morning sickness and 2 a.m. cravings and swollen feet. And Steve had been (and yes if you had to admit it from your hiding place in the bathtub, still is) great. He held back your hair and rubbed your back when you got sick in the morning, or really any time of day. He went to the store in the dead of night to get you peanut butter and pickles. He even rubbed your feet after rough days of training because he was honestly the most amazing person ever.

Steve Rogers was playing the part of perfect expecting father. Until he managed to find those damn pregnancy books at Barnes and Noble one day. 

From the day he came home with not one, not two, not even four, but five bags full of parenting books you knew you were in trouble. Gone were the days of getting you food at all hours of the night and in came the reign of terror where instead he would present you with “healthy alternatives” of veggies and protein shakes. Gone were the blissful afternoons of foot rubs, instead replaced by Steve literally dragging you to the gym to do prenatal yoga or making you walk around the awful crowded paths of Central Park because you needed “fresh air” (whatever that was).

Honestly after three months you couldn’t do it anymore. So here you were in the middle of the afternoon sitting in Tony Stark’s bathtub slathering peanut butter onto pickles, something you had craved more than anything and had cried over more then thrice when Steve refused to let you eat any. 

You’re phone buzzed with another text from you husband and you were about to start feeling bad and reply when the bathroom door flung open.

“(Y/N)! There you are!” Steve’s eyes were filled with worry for about two seconds before it was replaced with hurt and anger. “What are you doing here? I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for four hours now! And why are you sitting in the bathtub like that? You’re going to hurt you back!”

Your eyes began to feel itchy with tears as you realized how worried Steve must have been. He loved you and you guys’ baby so much and the idea of anything happening to the two of you must have been driving him crazy. You set down the jar of peanut butter you were holding in your left hand and were about to get up and apologize when his next words stopped you.

“And how many times do I have to tell you to stop eating peanut butter and pickles?!” Steve took a step forward but your cold glare stopped him in his tracks. 

“Steven Grant Rogers I will end you. If you come one step closer and even THINK about taking away my snack which YOUR baby is making me crave I will grab your shield and hit you with it so hard you will still be unconscious when I give birth.” The seriousness of your tone made your husband take a small step back.

As the red haze cleared from your vision you noticed the hurt on Steve’s face. He looked like a golden retriever puppy that had just been kicked. His blue eyes looked up at you beneath his full lashes and his hands fiddled with the bottom of his t-shirt. 

“I just wanted to help….”

The simple phrase hung in the air as you just stared at each other. It only took a few seconds before you burst into tears. 

“I’m so sorry!” You wailed, dropping your half eaten pickles and burying your head in your hands. 

“No honey! I’m sorry!” Steve rushed over and picked you up out of the bathtub with ease. He lowered you both to the ground so you were curled up in his lap as he stroked your hair and rocked you gently. “I know I’ve been a bit much but.. I’m so scared.” The admission hushed your sobs a little as you looked up at Steve who had a distant look in his eyes. “I don’t know how to raise a kid, and my dad was never around. I have no family to help me. And that doesn’t even compare to how worried I am that our baby is going to be just as sickly as I was before the serum, or they could be like me now and hurt you. (Y/N), I haven’t felt this lost in a very long time. I’m so used to having control over everything and now… now it’s all gone when it’s the most important.” Steve laid his forehead against yours and closed his eyes. You could tell he was trying to hold back tears which made your heart clench.

“Steve you are already the best dad in the world. You are so loving and caring and brave and such an inspiration. And you have a family. The team is your family, and they might be completely crazy, but they will always be here for you. For us. And about our baby it doesn’t matter. If they’re sick, it’s okay. Medicine has come a long way and we’ll give them everything they need. If they’re strong great, I can handle it Steve. Everything is going to be great. You don’t need to be in control of everything all the time. Just let things happen. Like letting me eat peanut butter covered pickles.”

Steve gave a hearty laugh as he rubbed his nose against yours. “I love you (Y/N). I couldn’t do this with any one else.”

“I love you too Steve. And I wouldn’t have wanted to do this with anyone else.”

You lean into your husband and give him a deep kiss. You knew he wouldn’t be perfect, he would probably still drag you on walks and read all kinds of new age parenting books but it was okay because you knew where he was coming from. And if he ever tried to take away your snack again you would feel no hesitation in beating him with his own shield. 

“Umm. As much as I’m glad you two love each other can you do it somewhere that isn’t my bathroom floor?”

“Sorry Tony!” 

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Wedding night ♡ Ethan (smut)

Summary: After your wedding Ethan and you leave for your honeymoon. After you arrive at the beautiful destination, Ethan and you have a special night…

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this, it is super romantic but smutty as well ;) I really think this is one of my favs I’ve written! Oh yeah, the song is ‘Stand By Me’ from Florence + The Machine. (The note in the beginning is not mine.) Xx

i will kill the spiders. i will share my fries with you when you’ve finished all yours and are still hungry. i will never be rude to your tummy- when i hear it growl and gurgle. i promise to bend down and reply respectfully. i will eat the mushrooms when we order the supreme pizza. i will kiss the papercuts. and the door-slammed finger, and the counter-bumped hip. i’ll try my hardest not to get annoyed when you whisper questions and comments during movies. i will carry you to bed if you fall asleep on the couch. i will be the big spoon. i will let you win at wrestling, sometimes. other times i will not. i will go faster. harder. i will pull when you want. and tease you when you don’t. i will send you random texts and leave you silly gifts. not always. not on schedule. just whenever i want to. whenever i think you need one. or seven. i will check your tire pressure. and remind you to take your car in. i will hold your hand. and protect you. i will love you. i will love you. i will love you.

You stroked your finger over the wrinkled paper you held in your hand, trying to stop it from shaking. This wasn’t the first time you saw Ethan’s handwriting, but it wasn’t until now you admired how cute and messy it looked. A soft sigh escaped your lips as you looked over to your man… well, your husband now: Ethan Grant Dolan.

He smiled and looked at you for a second before he focused his attention on the road again, his hand shifting upward to caress your thigh. ‘You okay?’ I simply nodded, feeling too emotional to say anything right now. The letter I was holding in my hand was almost more worth than the ring on my finger. It was so lovely, so sincere, so sweet. I wondered how I ever got so lucky.

The wedding had been more than wonderful. It had been everything that you had ever dreamed of and more. You didn’t had many wishes, but Ethan managed - as always - to comply to all of them and made you feel like the queen you are. The location was perfect, your dress fit perfectly and Ethan had been looking sexy as fuck and you weren’t afraid to admit that.

Even the weather and the food had been amazing. But the most important thing, you realised when you had walked down the aisle, was that all of your friends and family were there to experience it with you. It made you feel emotional just by thinking about it. Whatever would happen, this day was one of the best days of your life, filled with amazing memories you could look back to.

You carefully folded the paper together and put it in your handbag, laying your tiny hand on Ethan’s big one. He reacted instantly and grabbed yours, bringing it to his mouth to kiss it gently. 'Are you going to tell me where we’re going yet?’ you asked in your sweetest voice. Ethan smirked and for a moment you thought he would give in, but he shook his head. 'You’ll see.’

You rolled your eyes at him and looked out of the window, but there wasn’t much to see because of the darkness. You tried to remember when or why you agreed in this, but you couldn’t. How had he convinced you to surprise you with the location of your honeymoon? No idea. But, you did trust him and you knew it was going to be a place you love, simply because you had Ethan at your side the whole time.

Oh boy, two weeks of only Ethan and you. Any place on Earth would be paradise with him. When the song of your wedding played on the cd you got as a present from your mom, you turned the volume all the way up. It brought back all the happy feelings from today, and you never wanted to let go of that. And with that, you continued your way towards your destination.

When the night has come,

And the land is dark,

And the moon is the only light we’ll see

No, I won’t be afraid

Oh, I won’t be afraid

Just as long as you stand, stand by me

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'Wow,’ was the only thing you could say when Ethan had shown you the little house. “Wow” was also the only thing you could think, although it would never come close to a way to describe the beautiful house. It was beautiful, it was stunning, it was perfect. 'What do you think? Too much? Or the opposite?’ Ethan asked nervously after he had put the bags down.

His hair was a mess and he looked a little tired from the long drive. 'No no, E. It’s… I… It’s perfect, I love it. And I love you,’ you said softly and pulled him close. Ethan chuckled and wrapped his arms around your back. 'I’m glad. And I love you more.’

You guys stayed in a little house which was totally made out of wood. It was cute, decorated in a kind of vintage style. Both Ethan and you weren’t the type for big white villa’s, and Ethan loved giving you what you wanted or liked.

The house had a view on the beach and you were surrounded by nature and mountains. You had still no idea where you were, but you could ask him later. There was also an old village nearby with cute cafes and stores, something you knew because you drove past it on the way.

Ethan pulled back and gave you a light kiss on the cheek. 'I’ll let you settle in. I’ll be downstairs if you need me.’ 'Okay,’ You nodded and Ethan quietly left the room, closing the door behind him. Only then reality hit you. You were married to the sweetest, funniest, most gorgous and most creative man in this world, and you couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your life with him.

You left your bags for what they were and sank down onto the bed. You changed your mind immediately and got up to walk towards the window and shove the curtain to the side. The moon was glowing, full and bright, and the waves crashed down the shore. It would probably be too cold now to go for a swim, but that made you even more excited for tommorow.

All the events from that day replayed in your head again and you couldn’t help but smile. Everyone had been so supportive, although Ethan and you were so young, you wouldn’t want to wait for someone other than him.

You didn’t know how long you had been standing there, tears falling down onto your cheeks, when the door behind you flew open. 'Hey baby, are you- …oh, I see you haven’t unpacked yet… Is everything okay?’ You quickly wiped the tears away and cleared your throat. God, hormones.

Ethan came rushing to you and took you in his arms. 'Sshh, shhh…’ Luckily you got yourself together quickly and looked up to meet your husband’s face, which was nothing but filled with worry. 'What’s wrong? …A-Are you having second-thoughts?’ His tone was uncertain, like he was scared you actually were.

You blinked your eyes before you spoke, not believing he just asked that. 'What?! Ethan, no. Of course not!’ You noticed Ethan relaxed a little, but he was still worried about the fact that you had been crying. 'God no, you silly. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. Look, it’s just… today was so amazing, I still can’t believe it. I was crying of happiness, not because I’m sad.’

Ethan shook his head at you, lips curling into a goofy smile. 'God, I love you so much.’ Before you could respond Ethan smashed his lips against yours. He kissed your whole face and then he kissed your neck. You ran your fingers through his hair and smelled his freshly washed curls. 'Hmm…’

He gently grabbed your hips and carried you towards the bed, his lips not leaving yours. He laid you down and inhaled a deep breath when he saw you lying there, a beautiful woman that belonged to him and only him. Your cheeks flushed when the old but familiar butterflies came back. 'I’m a very lucky man,’ Ethan whispered proudly.

Your hands grab the hem of your shirt and you were glad you had decided to wear something comfy before you left for your honeymoon. 'No, no. Let me,’ Ethan demanded. It wasn’t long before both of you were only wearing your underwear, your bodies pressed to eachother like you had never felt him before.

You could feel his hard-on stroking against your crotch every now and then, but even sex didn’t seem to matter right now. Limbs were tangled in the sheets already, and you hadn’t even slept in the bed. Ethan made a noise low in his throat, hungry and feral. He drags you in for a kiss that is all bruising and teeth and desperation, as if he is trembling with need for you.

He kneels between your ankles when you’re in place, and looks at you lovingly before he places chaste kisses onto your legs. You gasp as his lips when they meet the inside of your thigh. Then he goes higher, kissing the skin open-mouthed and hot and wet, and higher again, until the pretty lace underwear has become a barrier and you are trembling all over in anticipation, your hand softly stroking the back of his head.

He plucks at the waistband playfully and you lie back on the bed obligingly as he lifts your hips. He slides off your panties over your thighs, and cast them off to the side.

Your breath hitches softly when his lips first meet your core, lightly and tentatively. After a moment’s pause, hesitant and teasing both, you shifts your hips, needing more than just a soft kiss, needing everything he can offer you. Ethan chuckles low in his throat at your movements and kisses you again, causing a little moan to slip from your lips.

He leans down and kisses you again, harder and deeper now. The kiss becomes something else soon enough, and you are trembling and whimpering within moments. 'So wet for me…’ Ethan’s voice sounds heavy and full of lust. He licks and sucks at you, tracing your heat with just his lips before delving in and lapping at you with a flat tongue, stimulating what feels like every raw nerve ending in your body.

You release a breathy little cry on every exhale, but it’s nothing compared with the hungry, desperate little noises Ethan makes when your fingernails grip at his scalp and pull him deeper, as if he is enjoying this every bit as much as you surely are.

You moan loudly when he moves his hand from your knee and teases your opening with a fingertip, before gently easing inside and filling you slowly, and that’s truly all it takes to drive you over the edge. Pleasure radiates through you from your core, tensing every muscle and coiling tighter and tighter, unbearable and perfect and glorious all at once.

You giggle when he climbs on top of you and you press him against your chest, eager to kiss his lips. After what felt like too short, his mouth slips from yours across your cheek and down to your jaw. He gently sucks the skin into his mouth, just hard enough to mark you. You wriggle happily beneath him as his warm, broad hand cups your breast, sending little tingling shocks across your skin.

You can feel his pleased smile against your throat and he gently takes your whole nipple in his mouth, sucking slightly and laving it with his tongue until your hands have found their way back into his hair and you are once again making embarrassing noises.

He lifts his head to watch you and your nipple slips deliciously from his mouth, the sensation causing your eyes to flutter and your hips to shift restlessly. 'Is there something you need, wife?’ he teases, swirling a finger around your belly button. He tries to sound so casual but you can feel the hardness of him digging into your knee. You are fully aware that it is only his self-control that prevents him from simply slamming into you, and his eyes gleam with all the desperation you’re both trying to contain.

His erection is now digging into your hip, and you’re almost sure he can feel how embarrassingly wet you are against his thigh. He breathes into your neck and you wrap your hands around his neck as he slides into you. Your thighs clench against his waist, your feet on his backside urging him on. He thrusts in and out of you, rocking against you, maintaining the closeness while creating the friction both of you crave. 'Fuck, you feel so good, Y/N,’ Ethan hissed.

The rythm is slow and deep and passionate, and better than you had ever imagined it could be. Ethan and you had made love many times, but it had never felt so meaningful.

'Oh, Ethan…’ You wished that it would never end; that he could be nestled safe inside you forever, with this slow, lapping, melting pleasure seeping through you. Right now, time seemed liquid, elastic and suspended as Ethan made love to you and you melted in his big arms. You cling to him and he thrusts in and out of you, feeling every inch of him.

You can feel it when his thrusts become harder and faster, while he cleches his jaw and tries to hold the rythm steady. He changes the angle, and suddenly his pubic bone is brushing against that bundle of nerves that send you flying. You buck your hips in time with his thrusts, crying out his name.

Ethan and you come exactly at the same moment, your eyes flying open to meet his for just a moment in amazement, before the climax truly takes hold and pleasure; setting every nerve on fire and turning your muscles to water. You can’t help but release a high, breathy cry. He slams into you for the last time, releasing every thing he has inside you, groaning against your throat.

He holds you for a while as you cling limply onto him, weak and not able to speak. Then he softens inside you and slips out. He carefully rolls you over and curls his body around your back, pulling the blanket with his feet from the bottom of the bed to cover you both.

'I love you so much, and I’ll never be able to express how much,’ Ethan’s whispers into your ear, causing your body to shiver once again. 'I love you too,’ you whisper back, 'always and through anything.’


Tom Holland Imagine - Love Me Now

request: a tom imagine based on the song love me now by john legend

a/n: idk if this is any good? i’m not the greatest at analysing song meanings so idk if i used the song right, let me know

word count: 1370

masterlist: (x)

Pulling me further
Further than I’ve been before
Making me stronger
Shaking me right to the core, oh
I don’t know what’s in the stars
Never heard it from above, the world isn’t ours
But I know what’s in my heart
If you ain’t mine I’ll be torn apart

People questioned your relationship with Tom from the very beginning. You were from different worlds; he was a famous movie star, travelling across the globe in private jets, hanging out with Hollywood stars and dining in five star restaurants where the appetisers alone cost more than your weekly food shop; you were a student, studying at university in London, barely getting by with your student loan. When he had first spied you in his local pub near his home, Tom couldn’t stop looking at you. He wanted to go up to you and talk to you so badly, but he was nervous and was scared he would say something stupid and mess his chances up with you. He knew if he didn’t introduce himself before you left he’d hate himself for the rest of his life.

“If you’re not mine,” he said. “I think I’ll be torn apart.”

You hit it off straight away, and you had your first date the next weekend. You fell in love with one another fast, your emotions heightened since Tom would soon be off globetrotting again. You spent every opportunity you could together. He insisted you made him a better person, he couldn’t imagine a life where you weren’t his. The distance strained your relationship at times, pulling you apart from him physically and mentally, but you’d always find a way to make it work. You couldn’t live without him, nor could he without you.

I don’t know who’s gonna kiss you when I’m gone
So I’m gonna love you now, like it’s all I have
I know it’ll kill me when it’s over
I don’t wanna think about it, I want you to love me now

After six years of dating, after you graduated university and found yourself a full time job, after Tom won his first Oscar - and the one after that, after you bought your first house together, Tom proposed to you. It was on a rainy Tuesday afternoon whilst walking Tessa on a hike up a hill. The two of you reached the top of the trail and sat on the same bench overlooking the English countryside you always sat on as Tessa ran wildly around your feet.

“Life is short,” he said. The seriousness of his comment had taken you aback. “And I don’t want to think about what my life would be like if you were taken away from me, or if I was taken from you. Whenever it is, ten, twenty, sixty years, whatever. Whatever reason, I know it’d kill me if this ever ended.” He was sweating even though the air was cold. You were confused. “So I don’t want to think about that, I don’t want to think about the end, because I don’t know what the future is gonna hold, I want to think about the now. I want to love you right now, like it’s all I have. I want you to love me now. I know there is no better person on earth for me than you, and I know I can be the perfect man for you. I don’t know who’s gonna kiss you when I’m gone, when I die, or- but I know nobody is capable of loving you as much as I do.” He reached into his pocket, struggling to pull out whatever it was he was looking for from his jeans. He opened the little black box, his grandmother’s ring sitting pretty inside. “Will you be my wife?”

Something inside us knows there’s nothing guaranteed
Yeah, girl, I don’t need you to tell me that you’ll never leave, no
When we’ve done all that we could to turn darkness into light, turn evil to good
Even when we try so hard for that perfect kind of love, it could all fall apart

“And finally, my beautiful wife,” Tom said into the microphone, your wedding guests watching tearfully as he neared the end of his speech. “The thing with you, baby, is we’ve both learnt not to take this for granted, what we have - like anything, there’s nothing guaranteed in life. I knew, from that very first day in the little shitty pub near my old house, when I first laid eyes on you, I knew one day we would be here on our wedding day, and I knew from that day you would make me the happiest man on earth. Like any relationship, we’ve had our challenges, our ups and downs and whatever, we’ve both threatened to leave, and sometimes we did,” he laughed as you looked up at him, tears pricking your eyes as you smiled. “But I can’t live without you. We always came back. We always managed to turn the darkness into light. You’re my soulmate, and there is no-one I would rather spend my life with. Thank you for everything you do, everything you have done and will do, I am grateful for it all. The past seven years, all I can think about is how lucky I am to have been put on this planet at the same time as you, and how I’m even luckier that it’s me that gets to wake up next to you every morning. I hope I can give you all the love you deserve and more, and you deserve a lot of love baby. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” He cleared his throat as he picked up his champagne flute. “So if you could all please raise your glasses, and toast the greatest woman to walk this world, my wife.”

And who’s gonna kiss you when I’m gone?
Oh I’m gonna love you now, like it’s all I have
And I know it’ll kill me when it’s over
I don’t wanna think about it, I want you to love me now

“So that’s it then?!” He screamed, banging his fist against the doorframe. Tessa cowered underneath the kitchen table, whimpering as Tom raised his voice. “You’re just gonna leave?”
“Please stop shouting,” you tried. “I just, it’s too much sometimes! The media are so involved in my life now, I just want to be normal. I just need a break.” Tears threatened to spill down your cheeks as Tom leaned against the wall with his arms, his head bent down with his forehead touching the bricks, trying to calm himself.
“You’re my wife.” He said.
“I know that,” you twisted the rings on your fourth finger of your left hand.
“Please don’t leave me,” he begged, suddenly his voice was quiet, wobbly from his tears. “I know it’ll kill me when it’s over. I don’t want this to be over.”
“Tom-”
“Please,” he whispered. “I don’t want to think about a life without you. I want you to love me now. We don’t need a break, I don’t want to stop loving you, not for a second. Please, just love me now.”

Oh I don’t know how the years will go down, it’s alright
Let’s make the most of every moment tonight

After four more years of marriage, two kids, one more dog and a move to Los Angeles, you and Tom were better than ever. He kissed your temple as you stood in the doorway of the nursery together, watching your youngest child sleep.

“You know all those years ago, before we met in that pub,” you whispered. “I never thought I would be living a life as good as this. I didn’t know how the years would go down, but you- you just make everything so good.” Tom smiled, leaning his head against yours. “When we have shit times, I just stop and look at you and I know it’s alright, it’s always going to be alright when I’m with you.” Tom pressed his lips against yours for a second. “I don’t ever want to take you for granted,” you continued. “Let’s make the most of every moment.”

Daddy Drabbles #10

- Bucky tries fairy bread at your daughter’s party - Based off this

Opening the fridge, you grabbed the butter before shutting it softly. You were alone in your kitchen while Bucky was upstairs helping the kids change. The guests were due any minute now for Rebecca’s 5th birthday tea party. Setting the butter down, you went about rifling through the cupboards for the 100s & 1000s. Finding the colourful sprinkles you set down the bag next to the butter as you pulled out about ten slices of bread. With a generous swipe of the knife, you smeared the butter on to the soft white bread slices. Then using handfuls, you rained the sprinkles down onto the bread watching as it covered the yellow butter with a rainbow of colour. With the sharp knife you sliced them in half triangles before arranging them onto the platter. Bringing them to the living room where the party was set up, you went about fixing some of the decorations. Just as you were fixing a teapot you heard the excited squeal of Rebecca as she came down the stairs.

You spun with a smile, catching the little bundle in your arms. “Happy Birthday, my angel” you kissed her head, smoothing down her little pink dress. Bucky followed her carrying your toddler son in his arms, who was trying to take off his tie as his dad tried to stop him. “There are my boys” you went over kissing Grant on the cheek as he giggled adorably, doing the same to your husband.

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“You just wouldn’t believe how difficult it was to film today. I couldn’t take my mind off of you two.” You sighed in relief as you were finally able to curl up next to Grant, your husband of two years, on the sofa. Right in front of the two of you, was the second love of your life. Your one year old son. 

“Well, at least you’re home now.” Grant smiled, draping his arm around you and kissing your cheek. “We were lost without you.” You laughed at his dramatics, but stopped when you saw he wasn’t kidding. 

“What happened?” Nerves ran through you as you stared at his green eyes with worry. 

“I couldn’t find the TV remote for the life of me. I almost had to call you and see if you knew where it was. It was horrible. We could have missed Sesame Street.” He kept a poker face the whole way through, until he said the name of the show. It wasn’t unlike Grant to tease you like that. In fact, it was one of the reasons you loved him so much. 

“Daddy is just crazy, isn’t he little man?” You asked your son as he held onto the side of the coffee table. “C’mere baby.” A smile ran across your face as you watched him laugh. 

“I’m already here.” Grant chuckled. But it only took him a second to slide to the floor, and be eye level with his son. “Come on bud, you can do it.” You were both coaxing him into taking his first steps, but it seemed as though it just wasn’t going to happen yet. 

“Maybe it’s too soon?” It wasn’t supposed to be too soon. All the parenting books said that one year was about the time they started to move on their own. He’d rolled over, sat up and crawled with no problem or hesitation. But for some reason walking just wasn’t coming with such ease. 

“Oh my God.” Grant barely whispered. The excitement in his voice erased your worries about your son’s mobility. What was causing the excitement further erased it. 

In front of both of you, your son was taking his first, wobbly steps. He let go of the coffee table’s edge and began to toddle his way to Grant. It only took a few steps before he fell into Grant’s arm with a content coo. But the coo was nothing compared to the cheers coming from you and Grant. 

“Did you just see that?!” You shot off the sofa, aimlessly searching for your phone. “I have to tell my mom, and your mom. And oh my God, we have to tell Tom. Who else?” You frantically thought of everyone who would want to know. 

“Or, you could just cherish this moment with us?” Grant was amused by your hecticness, but you knew he wasn’t kidding. He wasn’t one to publicize every little thing that happened between you. At first, that had been difficult to accept, given your level of fame from Supernatural. But the longer you two were together, the easier it became for you to stay off of social media and appreciate privacy. 

You turned on your heel, put your phone down and sat on the ground next to your boys. Kissing your son’s forehead and then kissing Grant. 

“You’re right. This is one of the best moments I’ll ever get.” You smiled. 

Thank You For Walking Me Home

Hey guys!!! I really hope that you enjoy this one! It is super fluffy, so hopefully, if you are having a rough time, this might help : )

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TIMELINE - 1939

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You wrung your hands nervously.

There was a knock at the door, and you spun to open it. Steve stood on the other side, and his eyes grew wide at the sight of you.

“Oh (Y/N), you look beautiful!”

“Thanks Steve,” you smiled brightly.

“Sasha said you wanted to see me. Are you ok?”

“I’m fine Steve. I’m just nervous. I needed to talk to you.”

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Prompt 96 (Bucky/Reader)

requested by @empire-made-of-dreams

“Come on now, I think you’re being too harsh. He/she’s just a kid. Remember all of the stupid things we used to do when we were their age?”

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Being shaken by your frantic looking husband was surely one way to wake up.

“Bucky? What’s wrong?” You rubbed your eyes to get rid of the sleep.

“Grant. Grant isn’t here. I walked by his room on my way downstairs and his door was open and his bed was empty. I checked the whole house and he’s not here!” He rambled and you barely understood him.

You pulled him to sit down next to you and rubbed his arms soothingly.

“Hey hey, it’s okay. Let’s not overreact. Let’s call him okay?”

Bucky was the more overprotective and strict parent whereas you trusted your kids to make their own decisions. Of course you cared about them, but you wanted them to learn from their own mistakes.

You grabbed your phone and dialed your son’s number before putting it on speaker for a worried Bucky to listen.

The ringing stopped and you were met with the voice of your 16 year old son.

“H-hello?”

“Honey, whe-” You soft voice was cut off by Bucky grabbing the phone and yelling into the speaker.

“GRANT JAMES BARNES, WHERE IN THE HELL ARE YOU!? DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH TROUBLE YOU’RE IN? GET HOME RIGHT NOW!”

Buck threw your phone down onto the bed before he became pacing the room. You stood up and grabbed his arm to make him stop walking.

“Look at me and listen. Take deep breaths, baby. In and out. In and out.” You needed to calm him down before Grant came and Bucky’s yelling woke up your little girl.

You both heard the front door close and Bucky pulled away from your grasp and bolted down the stairs.

Running after your hotheaded husband, you saw him towering over your son who sat on the couch looking up at his father.

“Buck..” You trailed off when you noticed his metal arm twitching.

You quickly ran to his side where you took his metal hand into your own.

“Where have you been?” He growled out to your son.

Grant gulped before looking at both of you, “I-I was at uncle Steve’s, Angie called me saying she had a nightmare and I went over to go comfort h-her.”

You and Bucky knew that Grant was dating Steve and Peggy’s daughter, Angie and you both approved of the relationship.

“You’re grounded. Three weeks for sneaking out. Go to your room. Now.” Bucky pointed towards the stairs and your son quickly got up.

You sat on the couch and pulled your husband to sit with you.

“Come on now, I think you’re being too harsh. He’s just a kid. Remember all of the stupid things we used to do when we were their age?” You looked down and played with your wedding ring that was on your finger.

Bucky turned to you with wide eyes, “Too harsh!? Y/N, he snuck out! To go to a girl’s house!”

“Sweetheart, how many time did you sneak out and go to my house in the middle of the night? Hm? Way too many to count. Angie and Grant are good kids, you know that.” You softly explained to him.

“And technically it wasn’t that far because Steve lives right next door like our back yards have a connecting gate..” You trailed off before giggling.

Bucky let out a chuckle before sighing.

“Okay, I’ll talk to Grant tomorrow. Let’s go back to bed.” He picked you up bridal style which caused you to yelp.

“Quiet Doll, you don’t wanna wake up the kids do you?” He pecked your lips before walking up the stairs.