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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“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

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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.