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just hold me (e.m.)

Eddie Munson x reader

summary: Eddie comforts you after your best friend moves out of town *fluffy fluff*

word count: 1.2k

a/n: one of my best friends lives over 4,000 miles away from me and she facetimed me today crying because she misses me. so now i’m sad and i miss her like crazy and i wrote this super fast before bed because i desperately need a hug.

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“you’ll call me every week?”

“every Thursday at five o’clock.” your best friend promises, hugging you tightly as both of you try your hardest to push back tears.

“i can’t believe you’re leaving me.” you whisper, pulling away to hold her face in your hands. trying to show her you understand why she’s going. “but i’m so, so proud of you. i know you’re going to do great things.”

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Steve walks into the Munson trailer like he does every Saturday morning; it’s apart of his and Eddie’s new routine after the Upside Down. They meet up there and have breakfast (or more likely lunch) and just chill together. 

Music was blasting from Eddie’s room, which is pretty normal, but what wasn’t normal was that Steve recognized what was playing. Elton John. Ok, what?

Steve brows furrow as he walks down the short hallway to the source, and pokes his head through Eddie’s open doorway. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but it wasn’t this. 

Sat on the floor with his legs criss-crossed, was Eddie. 

Only that wasn’t the weird part. 

Eddie was wearing a feather boa and those joke glasses with the fake nose and mustache, and he was rummaging through a shoebox. The chorus of the song starts to play, and Eddie is singing along with enthusiasm. “BENNY! Benny! BENNY! Benny! B-b-b-b-b-b-Benny and the JETS!” He was headbanging along now, and Steve’s jaw drops. 

Steve tears his eyes away long enough to look around the room. There were piles of stuff everywhere, more than usual, and the closet looked like it had been ripped apart. 

Eddie is completely absorbed in what he’s doing, so Steve decides to lean on the door frame and see how long it takes for Eddie to notice him. 30 minutes later, Eddie finally looks up, sees Steve, and screams, “What the fuck?!" 

"Me? What the hell happened in here, Eddie?” Steve says in between cackles. Eddie’s face of pure horror is diluted by the Groucho Marx glasses. Oh, Steve is never going to let Eddie live this down. 

Eddie regains his composure and crosses his arms. “I’m… cleaning." 

Steve’s eyebrows shoot up and he takes a very pointed look around the room. Eddie realizes he’s still wearing the stupid glasses and tears them off, throwing them into a seemingly random pile. "it’s a process, Steve." 

"Does this process include gasoline and a lighter?” Eddie levels him with a bored look. The feather boa still around his shoulders isn’t helping at all.

“Hardy har har, you’re hilarious, Steve. I just got a little distracted." 

"When did you start cleaning, Eddie?”  Eddie squints his eyes and looks like he’s thinking, then looks at the light coming through the window. “Sometime around 2am." 

Steve’s eyes widen and he puts his hands on his hips. "2am?! Why would you start cleaning at 2am?" 

Eddie stands up then, feather boa still around his shoulders, and mimics Steve’s stance, squaring his shoulders across from Steve. 

"Because I noticed the shower was dirty." 

Steve runs a hand over his face. "How does the shower being dirty turn into a tornado coming through your bedroom?" 

"Shower was dirty, so I needed to clean it. I needed some gloves and goggles because, let’s be honest, a hazmat suit would’ve been the best choice. So, I went to my room to look for something to use, and I found those glasses,” Eddie says gesturing in the vague direction he threw them, “but then I also found a notebook I lost two years ago. After that it all gets a little fuzzy." 

Steve just stares at him, jaw hanging again. He looks at Eddie for a moment before asking him, "So, is the shower clean?" 

"It is not." 

"Jesus Christ.”

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From SEBASTIAN STAN's IG Stories June 2022.

"I'm sorry for the long comment on your fic-"

Please don't be?? I mean, you actually take the time to write paragraphs about something I wrote?? It's so cool?? I cry happy tears when I get comments like this on my fics??

Here's to the people who write long comments on fics, you're one of the reasons I keep writing 💫

how about steve and his gf hearing their bub do a proper laugh for the first time 🥺

I realized when I finished this that it wasn’t exactly what you asked for, but I hope you like it anyway ily 🥺 dad!steve owns my heart

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Connor was a vocal baby, cooing and squealing at you and Steve, or whatever caught his attention. Despite this, he still had yet to really laugh at anything. It wasn’t for a lack of trying on Steve’s part, though, as he made faces and funny sounds at his little boy, or tickled his tummy in hopes for even the smallest giggle. He’d press his lips to Connor’s tummy and blow an obnoxious raspberry, to only get a gummy smile in return. Steve would pout and pick Connor up, pressing kisses to his chubby baby cheeks, “You don’t think daddy’s funny, huh, little man?”

“He just hasn’t figured it out yet, babe,” you laughed, pressing a kiss to Steve’s cheek, “I’m sure he thinks you’re hilarious.”

“Like you think I’m hilarious?” Steve gave you a cheeky grin.

“Oh, yeah, definitely, baby.”

It finally happened one evening, though, as you were giving Connor a bath. You’d just finished rinsing him off as he splashed at the water curiously, and quickly realized you’d forgotten to grab his pajamas out of the nursery. Letting out a groan, you called out, “Steve, baby? Can you grab Connor’s pajamas from the changing table?”

“Yeah, one sec!” Steve called back loudly from the bedroom, getting up to run to the nursery.

You turned back to your little boy, wiping the pad of your thumb over his forehead to get rid of some suds you’d missed, “Daddy’s coming with your jammies, bub, and we’ll get you all dried off and cozy in them. How does that sound?”

Hearing Steve’s footsteps back towards the bathroom, you plucked Connor out of the water and quickly grabbed the towel you’d left on the counter, wrapping him up in it. You hugged him to your chest, hand rubbing over his small back to dry him off as you turned towards the door.

You’d accidentally left one of the bathroom cabinets under the sink open, and noticed it just as Steve started walking in, “Here you go, babe—“

Steve had been moving quickly, not wanting his baby to get cold, and ran straight into the corner of the open cabinet, banging his shin into it forcefully, “Fuckin’ hell! Jesus, that fucking hurts!”

You grimaced, watching as Steve bent over in pain. “Shit— I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to leave it open—“ In normal circumstances, you were both usually pretty good at not swearing when your baby was around, even if he didn’t understand it.

Before Steve could reply, though, Connor who had been watching with wide eyes burst into a loud fit of giggles, absolutely delighted at the chaos in front of him. You looked at him and then quickly looked to Steve, trying to hold back your own laughter, and slapped your free hand over your mouth. When Steve realized what was happening, his head shot up, eyes disbelieving. His jaw dropped and he let out a huff, “Oh, so Daddy’s pain is what’s funny to you? That’s what makes you laugh? You’re such a stinker.”

“Are you okay, love?” you asked, still biting back your laugh until you knew he wasn’t seriously injured.

Rubbing his hand over his shin, Steve sighed, “Gonna leave one hell of a bruise, but I’m fine. More hurt that his first real laugh was at my pain.”

You brushed your pinky down your baby’s nose, finally letting out the laugh you’d been holding in, “That’s not very nice to laugh at your daddy when he’s hurt, baby boy. You should apologize.”

Connor only laughed again, nose scrunching up towards his eyebrows, making him look like an exact replica of Steve. You pressed a kiss to his cheek as you asked, “As long as you’re not bleeding out, could you get him in his pajamas? I’ll clean up in here.” You gestured to the water that had splashed on the floor from the bath, and the towels and baby clothes that had been strewn everywhere.

“Alright, c’mon, trouble maker,” Steve pretended to sigh as he took his little boy into his arms, settling him against his front. As he walked out of the bathroom, Steve put on an exaggerated limp, not even using the correct leg, causing you to burst into laughter as you rolled your eyes at your dramatic boyfriend.

Steve laid Connor onto your bed, dropping the footie pajamas onto the bedspread next to him. He crouched down to be at a better height as he dried his little boy off and got him into a diaper. “No wonder you get along with Auntie Robin and Uncle Dustin so well, huh? You think my pain is funny like they do. They’ve been teaching you naughty things when they babysit, haven’t they?”

His son smiled up at him as if he agreed with Steve and reached up with his small hands, trying to grab at the few loose strands of Steve’s hair that had fallen into his face. “Yeah, yeah, okay,” Steve mumbled, giving in easily as he bent down so Connor could grab his hair, and then pushed his nose against Connor’s cheek. He started peppering small kisses all over his little boy’s face, fingers pressing into his bare tummy to tickle him, causing soft giggles to escape him. Not quite the same laugh as earlier, but it made Steve happy nonetheless, and instantly was his favorite sound.

It wasn’t until Steve tried to sit up again that he heard the same laugh from earlier, one from his little boy’s chest. His fingers were still clutching Steve’s hair as he’d tried to sit up, causing Steve to let out a huff, face twisting up, “Ouch! Let go, bub!”

State Your Name (for the Record) - S.R.

Type: One-shot, Reader Insert, emotional H/C

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader       Word count: 5560

Summary:  For a man haunted by nightmares, waking up was an ambivalent process.

For a man in love, the pros outweighed the cons. And make no mistake, Steve Rogers was a man in love. 

In which Steve feels blue, but he can count on his girl to raise his spirits – especially since she can convince his whole team to do something nice for him.

Warnings: implied mission going not so well, angst, crying, self-doubts,  swearing ,fluff and cheesiness of the highest order

Waking up was an everyday process most people considered unpleasant.

For a man haunted by nightmares, either made up by his traumatised mind or simply by pressing re-play on one from the stack of torturous memories, the action was both relieving and exhausting.

Waking up meant the nightmares were over; waking up meant he had to pick himself up and, despite all odds, face another day, even when his body ached and his soul seemed too tired, yet determined to continue to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders.

For a man in love, the pros outweighed the cons. And make no mistake, Steve Rogers was a man in love.

A woman he proudly called his girlfriend was nothing less than everything he could wish for; she carried beauty in features she considered imperfect, she never failed to make him smile for at least a fraction, her laughter filled his chest with delight as it lit up the room and she was gentle and dorky to a fault. And for he was willing to give her the world, she reciprocated his feelings to full extend.

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Billy concept he doesn’t know how periods work lol idk I thought it would be funny

Billy was confused as fuck as he stood awkwardly next to you in the feminine hygiene aisle. When you had returned from the bathroom, insisting that you needed to go to the store now, it was an emergency. Billy had been confused and now standing beside you, and he was even more confused.

Him holding a pack of tampons in his hand as he studied them carefully, why did they have different pictures of fruits on them?

"Are these flavoured?" He asked, the confusion evident on his face. "How you would even taste them if they go.." He clears his throat awkwardly.

Sure, he knew what periods were. He wasn't that much of an idiot. But he knew girls tended to keep that stuff away from males, and he didn't ask.

"No William, they aren't flavoured."

"Then why do they have fruits on the box?"

"It's for decoration."

Billy is even more confused now. Why did these things need decoration?

His curiosity got the better of him as he opened the box and pulled out one of the tampons, his eyes widening at the plastic device it seemed to be kept in.

"For easy insertion.. what the fuck." He mutters, shaking his head.

You snatch the box off him and shake your head. "Those aren't good ones."

"What's the difference?"

They all looked the same to him, some sort of torture device that made the suffering even worst.

He'd been with you for a few months, and he'd seen you during this time, which confused him. He saw you cry over baby ducklings once and then momentarily yell at him because he didn't get the correct chocolate ice cream.

"So they aren't flavoured?"

You sigh, grab your usual brand off the shelf, and leave Billy awkwardly behind.

He knew one thing, he was getting the correct type of chocolate ice cream this time.