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Steve x Reader Hold Me CloseSteve x Reader Hold Me Close by Emma-Snow
(Name) loved rainy days in the summertime. They usually offered cooler weather, a more relaxing atmosphere and meant cuddle times with Steve in the evening when there was nothing better for her to do. But today she wished with all her heart that it wasn’t raining. Today the rain only made her heart feel heavier and her feel even more depressed and worried about her husband. Because today was the day.
She was snapped out of her pre-wake-up thoughts by the high-pitched beeping of the nearby digital clock’s alarm. (Name) groaned softly, annoyed at the grating sound the clock made, signaling them it was time to wake up. She felt her husband shift slowly next to her, moving to turn the alarm off, much to her relief. That is, until she remembered what day it was.
“..Sorry about that, (Name). I didn’t want to wake you up so early.” Steve said quietly, his voice still sleepy as he moved again, but this time to get out of bed and get ready. She caught his arm sudde
Steve x Pregnant! Reader Grocery RunSteve x Pregnant! Reader Grocery Run by Emma-Snow
“Steve!!” (Name) called from the living area of the apartment, lounging as comfortably as her nine-month-pregnant tummy would allow. Moments after the call did said man appear, looking slightly flustered as he approached the couch quickly, checking her over as if she were horribly injured.
“What’s wrong? Does something hurt? Is the baby coming? Ohhh, the baby’s coming, isn’t she??” He asked, jumping to conclusions immediately (as per the norm). (Name) gave a short laugh, popping his shoulder playfully.
“No, dummy. Sophie’s not due for another week, remember? Which means you’re still going to be stuck with a super fat wife for a whole ‘nother seven days. Sorry to get your hopes up.” She replied jokingly, to which he rebuked her for.
“(Name), how many times do I have to tell you--”
“You’re not fat.” She said with him in perfect unison, obviously implying that it wouldn’t have been
Steve x Reader A New RogersSteve x Reader A New Rogers by Emma-Snow
“I’m just beside myself. I don’t know what to do.” Steve said. He was currently sitting in a bar with everyone’s favorite secondary superhero, Tony Stark. Steve didn’t really feel like going all the way to the Tower, so they met halfway at an obscure pub down the street. Tony just took another shot.
“Yeah, well, it is your first kid. What’d you expect, to just know what to do?” Steve shrugged.
“I tried to do some research but it didn’t quite work out.” Tony nodded into his drink.
“Well, that’s expected. I mean, you’re like 90 years old. The elderly aren’t really supposed to know how to use computers.”
“Whatever, Stark. The point is that my wife’s pregnant and I have no idea what to do about it.”
“Which reminds me; Isn’t she going to have the baby, like, any day now?” Steve sighed and nodded, pouring himself a little bit more of the scotch To
Stay the Night" Are you gonna stay the night?"Stay the Night by DarkPirateRule
The words both shocked and thrilled her... but more than either two of those emotions there was fear. So much fear. She flashed back through everything.
~~~~ She had made such a mess of things with him. For all her thousands of years and vast knowledge, one human comes along almost a hundred years ago and turns everything to dust. She met him and everything went to pot and all because she couldn't keep her shit together when she was around him. They were in love while he was still human and she was walking a fine line back then with him when she wanted, no, needed to be with him after she met him. His blood called to her back then and his scent was still just as intoxicating now, even without the promise and curse of fresh, hot blood pumping through his veins.
But she left him behind and he never knew it. Never knew her, nothing about her. The knowledge of her was kept from him because that's how she wanted it. She was poison and didn't want to do furth
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Knock, Knock. Come inside, Cross your Heart and Live to Die....
This is not outta the blue! It's smack dab in the middle of the blue!
People say writing is 10 percent inspiration and 90 percent perspiration. This is nonsense -- It's pretty much 100 percent caffeine..... At least in my case.
I quit coffee for a while, which is BIG news. But then I replaced it with about twenty-seven cups of green tea per day. (Probably making the whole quitting-coffee thing moot.)
So while I may have switched seats, I'm still drowning ( although vivacious and alert ) in a sea of stimulant.
I think that if you give someone your word, you should be able to stand on it just as solid as ground. And that if you can't keep it, warn me before you break it.
Because it hurts to fall from a height so high....
Little bits of Wisdom....
One's mind, once stretched by a new idea, never regains it's original dimensions.
Let go of the past and go for the future. Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you imagined.
Keep your eyes on the Stars and your feet on the Ground.
Destiny is not a matter chance, it is a matter of choice.
Don't be afraid to be Different.
There is no such thing as limits to growth, because there are no limits to the human capacity for intelligence, imagination, and wonder.
To accomplish great things, we must not only act, but also dream; not only plan, but also believe.
Perfectly amazing You.
Not wasting your time trying to be somebody else.
Taking the time to discover who You really are.
Learning to Love your authentic Self.
You. Are. Remarkable.
" Call it a Clan, Call it a Pack, Call it a Network, Call it a Tribe, Call it a Family. Whatever you call it, Whoever you are, You need one."
Life is not a matter of holding good cards,
But making the most of the cards you're dealt.
There's a fine line between wrong and visionary. Unfortunately, you have to be a visionary to see it.
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God loves you, And I'm trying to....
Even when you're in the middle of nowhere, cling to the edge of somewhere.
I know why the Joker looks likes he does....
..........Because Adele set fire to the rain!
Things age, grow old and die,
That's the circle of life.
But some things stay with us,
Some things never die...
Love and Music live on... Forever.
Stay with me... Forever and Always.
✔ Mentally dating characters that don't actually exist
❒ Taken. ❒ Single. ✔ FOREVER ALONE.
Favourite genre of music: Any
MP3 player of choice: Zune
Personal Quote: " If I cannot move Heaven, I will raise Hell."
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Look what I learned!