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summary: part two of the binky fairy. "Steve tries to make it up to y/n but we aren’t letting up so easily and gives the silent treatment bc they were supposed to be a team but doesn’t let up for like a couple hours or until the next day and then just fluff ? Idk if that even makes sense" +
""okay but now we need to see steve grovel and work his ass off to please his wife and get out of the doghouse right? right??????"
in the dad!mafia!steve universe
pairings: dad!mafia!steve rogers x wife!reader
warning: none really
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After an hour or so working in his office, Steve heads to bed.
The moment he becomes in close proximity to the bed, his eyes fall on your sleeping figure, and the alarms in his head go off. His wife is facing away from his side of the bed. He noticed the wrinkle between your pinched eyebrows. That’s never a good sign. She went to bed simmering.
Most nights, you and he cuddle face-to-face every night. His palm would spoon the back of your head, as you rested your head on his chest, and their legs tangled together. As long as you were close to each other, you both were happy.
Steve sighs, strips off his shirt and sweatpants. Leaving him in his underwear for the night. He knows his wife in and out, and he couldn’t blame her stubbornness on this. He had fucked up exponentially and all on his own account.
Once he’s set his watch, signet ring, and wedding ring on the matching dish y/n had made years ago. He’s able to relax under the soft duvet, his body is able to finally relax when it hits the luxurious, plush mattress. Then, he’s rolling over to cuddle his girl. He's as close as he can get. With his arm thrown over your waist and his nose pressed against the back of your neck.
“Just because I am allowing you to cuddle with me doesn’t mean I'm no longer upset,” you mumble sleepily.
“What?” Steve utters, propping his body up with his elbow.
“You heard me,” you say sleepily.
“Fine.” Steve replied curtly. He repositions himself, before placing a kiss to your cheek.
“Don’t push it,” you tell him, bringing a hand to push his face back.
Not only does it hurt, but it fucking sucks. He doesn’t enjoy the fact that you’re so upset over this. Not even allowing a pert kiss on the cheek. But he loves you just as much as he respects you.
What he hates most of all is how you wouldn’t look at him as you spoke, let alone open your eyes, as you feigned sleep.
This was going to be one long, tortuous night.
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The next morning, you wake up alone in bed. Fortunately, you can’t help but think. It gives you the chance to avoid the elephant in the room a bit longer.
You get yourself ready for the day. Your stomach in turns to be honest. You didn’t like fighting with Steve. You absolutely hated it. And unlike most, you could say it didn’t happen often between you two.
Nonetheless, you’re finally ready for the day. You walk down the extravagant staircase in mom jeans, sneakers, and one of Steve’s tee shirts (ironically enough).
Elysia sits in her highchair. Her hair is in bunnies as she shrieks along to the Frozen soundtrack playing from Steve’s phone.
Steve stands in the kitchen, cutting an apple for Elysia.
You walk up to Elysia, hand cupping her cheek.
“Good morning, baby.”
You go to kiss her plump cheek, only to be met with a whine from your little one. Elysia shakes her head, pouts, and crosses her arms over her chest.
“No! Mean mommy. Take away my binky,” she spouts, eyes closed as she looks away.
You stood to your full height, mouth dropped in surprise. Your eyes tie to Steve’s distraught, surprised ones for a millisecond, before you turn back to the pouting (age)
You know your toddler has the dramatics of a soap opera. This wasn’t a small spiff of you having her use the potty in the morning, even though she didn’t want to. She truly was cross with you. In her eyes, you had taken a treasured item from her. This is exactly what you didn’t want to happen.
“Honey, don’t you remember what we talked about? The fairies need them for the smaller babies who don’t have one.”
She keeps her pout, but you watch her resolve begin to break when she finally decides to face you.
“I miss my binky.” she says solemnly, looking up at you with those big eyes. Eyes Steve could never hold out against.
You know exactly what she’s doing, but you won’t fall for it and give in. As much as you want to pinch her cheeks and pop her binky into her mouth, you don’t.
You sigh, “Did I ever tell you about the really nice gifts the binky fairy leaves?”
She shakes her head with wide, eager eyes. Just waiting for you to spit it out!
-
Even though you had slowly broken Elysia’s resolve. The day continued with Elysia being slightly short with you. She didn’t prefer you to hold her, didn’t want you to feed her, and god forbid you try and play with her. She wouldn’t allow it without the promise of getting her binky back. For a two-year-old, she knew exactly how to play her cards.
It wasn't until a few hours later that Elysia toddles to you, her tail between her legs as she apologized. Or tries to, as the three of you have been working on it for a while. You know it’s for sure Steve's doing.
In addition to Elyisa’s newfound attitude grew the tension between you and Steve. He was feeling guilty over the whole thing, and you didn’t feel any amount of remorse in that.
At one point in the afternoon, you roll your eyes walking past the white roses spread about your bedroom. And two purses you’ve been eyeing for a while sitting pretty on your side of the bed. A lovely note attached to them.
Currently, you’ve made your way to the kitchen and are rummaging through the fridge for you cranberry brie bites.
Elysia was down for her nap so this would be the perfect time to go for the kill. Steve shadows over your hunched figure as you look for something in the fridge. His hand caressing your hip as he tried to get your attention.
“Doll” his voice tender as he says your name. There’s a hint of desperation in his voice, you note.
You ignore him, continuing your search for the brie. Naturally, you can’t help the butterflies when Steve’s other hand moves your hair to the side, pressing light kisses to the back of your neck.
“I’m upset with you. Did you forget?” You can continue your search, begging your voice to remain calm.
“What do I have to do to make you not so upset with me?” He strategically lowers his voice in that soft, sultry way. The one that makes you so weak that you end up falling in bed with him every time.
You ignore him again, taking in his roaming hand.
“Hm?” He kisses between your shoulder and neck.
“I don’t know,” you shrug.
“There has to be something. Anything.”
You turn abruptly, “All I know is: I’m still really pissed off and a little hurt. And I’m not being dramatic this time, you let me think I had finally weaned her off her pacifier, just for me to end up being the bad guy because you were sneaking it to her this whole time” you huff. “And you shoving yourself on me is not helping.”
“Shoving myself?” He sounds offended and taken aback at the last part of your vehement.
“Yes.”
Maybe shoving wasn’t the perfect word choice.
“Okay.” He exhales, resting his hands on his hips. “I’ve let you simmer in your anger all day, I’ve given you your space, and I’ve been patient. But now we’re talking it out.”
“And if I don’t want to?,” You tell him, raising an eyebrow in challenge.
But Steve has had it. His fingers gripping your chin gently as he turns your face, “Sit down, Y/n. I’m not asking again.”
You’re taken aback by his gesture, but in a concerningly good way. You concede as you follow him to the main living room. You sit on the couch while Steve makes a point to sit on the center table, his knees brushing yours.
“Why are you upset?” Is the first thing Steve says.
“Oh my god, Steve. Why do you think?”
“Well obviously I understand the reason, I just don’t understand why. It’s just a pacifier, what's the big deal.”
She loves this man with her whole heart, but my god, could he be frustrating at times.
“Right now isn't just about a binky, then it’ll turn to curfews, deciding when she can date, when she can dye her hair— we’re supposed to be a unified front. And I don’t want us to do things behind each other’s backs because we disagree. and letting Lys see that too is another thing. I don’t wanna seem like a bad parent, Steve, and it sucks that you let me celebrate this milestone when you knew it wasn’t true.”
“Baby,” Steve breathes as he grasps your hand and pulls on your arm, tugging you onto his lap. When you’re seated, he caresses the cut of your jaw, kissing the corner of your lips. “I’m sorry. I didn’t see it that way and it wasn’t my intention to hurt you either. I promise it was only supposed to be one time, but it got out of hand when she kept pulling those damn puppy eyes.”
You gently laugh at the last part. “She can be very convincing,” you tell him.
“She can…and I don’t want you to think I don’t respect any of the opinions you have towards Elysia.”
You smile at his admission, “I’m sorry for the way I acted.”
“It’s alright, I understand. And while we’re at it, I don't like you walking around as if i’m not here. I mean, not even a good morning?”
“I’m sorry. I’ll work on it, I promise.” You pull his face to yours. “Do you want a blowie to make up for it?” You mumble against his lips.
Steve smirks at your proposal, dragging a hand down to squeeze your ass, “As long as I get to show you how sorry I am.”
“Deal.” you kiss his lips and before you know it, you’re being thrown back onto the couch. Steve hovers over you, his gold pendant resting against your collarbone. “Steve!” you laugh.
Steve lifts himself up with one arm, while he turns the other to glance at his exorbitant watch, “We have about fifteen minutes until she wakes up from her nap.” Steve informs you, descending to place a peck on your lips before eagerly tugging your jeans down.
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It’s a bright and sunny day. The three of you are in your backyard, behind the gazebo where your flowers, fruits, and veggies stay.
You and Steve are knelt on either side of Elysia who stands with her bag of binkies clutched in her hands.
“You ready?” You ask her softly, running your hand over her hair.
“Will I get lots of stuff?” She looks up to you.
“Lots and lots of stuff.” You promise.
“Okay..” she’s still unsure about it, but the promise of new things was enough to reel her in.
The three of you begin to shovel a hole big enough for the ziploc bag. When you're done, you all sit back.
“Ready, babydoll?” Steve asks. He smiles when she nods her head.
“I am so proud of you,” you praise your little one, kissing her cheek.
Elysia smiles at the praise and quickly drops the ziploc bag into the hole, “We can cover it.”
So the three of you do just that and then she picks up her watercan to water the spot.
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The next morning is like christmas. Elysia comes running into your bedroom. The bed is still too high for her, so she stands at the end of the bed, jumping in her spot.
“Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!”
“Lys,” you groan.
“We have to go outside!”
When Elysia’s contagious energy rubs off on you and Steve. The three of you finally make it outside. Pajamas and all. She was eager more than ever to make it outside. None of your voices had even settled before you got out here, voices still gravely and full of sleep.
You and Steve each hold one of Elysia’s hands as you walk to the garden. She babbles on with excitement, trying to get her father to indulge in it too. Her father who trudged along and rubbed the scruff of his beard and eyes every five seconds.
But when Elysia finally sees the flourished part of where her Binkys are planted, her small hands cover her mouth in surprise. She bounces in glee, running towards the patch. Her excited giggles fill the air and her eyes brighten, in awe at every gift.
There’s a variation of sealed lollipops, sealed cake pops, and new fisher-price little people figures. Everything on sticks looks like they were grown from the ground.
“Mommy! Daddy! Look, look, look” she points behind her. “I gots new stuff!”
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a/n: after months of waiting, i hope you enjoyed it!!!! a lot of people asked for a part 2, so i hope i lived up to your expectations <333
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summary: merry christmas! (to those who celebrate) here is a fic of Elysia's first ballet recital as the dew drop fairy. in the mafia!steve universe
pairing: dad!mafia! steve rogers x wife!reader
warning: fluff!!!
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“Mommy, how do I look?” Five-year-old Elysia asks, a bit cheekily.
You look at her through the mirror. You want to laugh at the way she fishes for compliments.
You touch up her tight donut bun one last time. Your hands cup her face, tilting it backwards to place a kiss on her forehead.
“You are absolutely gorgeous, my love.”
She glitters at your words, putting her hands up and around your neck.
“Mommy, can I tell you something?” Elysia asks this timidly, turning so her feet hang over the end of the bathroom counter, her back towards the mirror.
“Of course you can,” you reassure her.
Elysia lets out a small sigh, bringing a hand to fiddle with your satin dress You grow worried at the trouble on her little one's face. Eyebrows furrowed, fidgety fingers, and her lips pulled to the side in thought.
“I’m really nervous, it’s making my tummy hurt.”
“That’s okay, it’s normal, honey,” you send her a reassuring smile, taking her hands into yours. “Why are you nervous?”
“It’s gonna be a lot of people. It makes my tummy hurts,” she frowns. “I don’t wanna mess up.”
Elysia is enrolled in one of the best and well-known dance studios in Boston. So, of course there were parents of all statuses and Children of all ages were enrolled in the studio. But today, children in Lys’ age group would perform a shorter version of The Nutcracker. Yet what got Elysia nervous was her role as the dew drop fairy. She wouldn’t be alone on stage, but she’d be the main focus.
It was also her first recital, so you could understand where these newfound nerves were coming from.
“All that matters to everyone is that you have fun…But you wanna know something your grandpa taught me?”
She nods, eager to know what advice her amazing grandfather had.
“If you are really really nervous, imagine everyone dressed up as hot dogs. Grandpa does it all the time whenever he’s nervous about his speeches in front of a large audience.”
“Hotdogs??” She's Skeptical of the funny idea.
“I know it sounds silly, but you should try it as you dance your perfect, little heart away,” you joke, tickling her side.
“Okay. I’ll try mommy.”
If it worked for her grandfather, it would have to work for her too.
A gentle knock is heard on the bathroom door, before Steve pokes his head in. “You dolls ready to head out?”
Steve asks before he’s naturally blown away at the sight of his dew drop, “oh look at you, my gorgeous dewdrop!”
Steve hurried over, picking up Elysia, and planting countless kisses on her cheeks. Her bun is neatly styled with light makeup on her face. She’s fitted in a baby blue embellished leotard, and a platter tutu that matches.
Steve, the proud parent he is, is dressed in a fitted gray suit and a tie Elysia and Y/n made two fathers days ago. Elysia had expressly requested he do so.
Y/n adorns a sage green pleated, twist back, cap sleeve maxi dress and a glitter Christmas tree headband.
“Mommy did great, didn't she?” He asks.
“Mommy did the bestest!” Elysia answers.
You smile at the two.
“If we’re all ready to go, I have a surprise for miss dew drop.”
“Surprise?! I'm ready to go. I want to see!”
Steve grabs your hand, bringing the two of you out of the house. You have no idea what Steve has planned, but knowing him, it’s that won’t blow your little girl out of the water.
You have no idea what to expect, but when you’re met with a blue convertible that matches her outfit. It reminds you of the type of man you married, as you witness the surprise and the elation that takes over Elysia.
“IT’S MY POLLY POCKET CAR!” She screeches, pointing towards the blue convertible.
Then the windows rolled down, showing a smiley Bucky and Sam, followed by the rhythmic sound of the horn.
Sam yells out, “Hey! There’s my favorite goddaughter! You ready to kill it tonight?”
“Uncle Sam! Uncle Bucky!”
“I hate being a party pooper, dew drop, but we better head out before we’re late.”
“We can’t be late. We can’t be.” Elysia mewls dramatically, her hold tightening around her father’s neck
“Don’t worry, honey, we won’t,” you run your hand down your back, sending a glare at Bucky.
-
After dropping Elysia backstage with her teacher. Followed by more reassuring cuddles because she insisted it would fix her upset tummy. But you’d never need a reason to cuddle with her.
You and Steve’s family had planned to meet you in the auditorium, as they couldn’t miss Elysia’s first recital.
Now, the four of you, including your family: your mom, father, and sister. And Steve's family: his parents. Are seated in the third row, waiting for the show to begin. It was tense, as always, between the families, but nothing that couldn't be set aside for the sake of Elysia's happiness.
Everyone in the auditorium talks amongst themselves quietly. Steve has one arm placed behind you, while the other reaches over to hold your hand.
In the middle of conversation, Steve's phone rings. He sighs as he sends you an apologetic glance as he pulls his phone from the pocket inside his suit.
“Why are you calling me? What was the last thing I told you?” Steve answers, his voice low and gruff. “…well, I really don’t give a f—,” Steve pauses when he says the disapproving look on your face towards his language.
“…I gave you one job Ricca, so be a big boy and figure it out.”
Steve hangs up, roughly placing his phone back in his pocket.
You place your hand on the side of his letting your thumb rub small, smoothing circles, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I wish my fucking cousin could use his fucking brain for once— sorry,” Steve huffs.
“That was Ricca? What was it this time?” Sam asks.
“The prat can’t figure out where Sylvester is, and is calling me like I’m supposed to know. I swear if he wasn’t family.”
Bucky chuckles at the information, when it came to Ricca, it was nothing new.
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“Oh! It’s about to start,” you whisper, watching the lights dim and the scarlet curtains drift apart.
The ballet begins in the Stahlbaum home as they hosted a Christmas celebration filled with guests, as everyone danced around while miniature overture plays in the back. Clara is played a girl in an older age group.
It takes around thirty-five minutes before Elysia comes on stage. She comes from the side arms up, on her tippy toes.
“There she is,” you whisper excitedly, pulling out your camera. You can’t help the huge beam on your face, and when you turn to Steve your heart melts at the proud smile on his face.
Elysia primly smiles as she makes her way to the middle of the stage. As she did so, eighteen little girls dressed as flowers in romantic tutus of various colors flanked the stage.
Elysia twirls as the flowers gather on stage, moving elegantly and smoothly. There’s a point where Elysia catches where you sit and you swiftly wave as Steve blows a kiss.
The parents gaze on lovingly as they watch their little girl dance her little heart out. She looks perfect and adorable up there, and you have to wipe your eyes when the emotions hit you like a train.
But you’re surprised when you turn to see Steve wiping under his eye with a smile on his face. You lean over to kiss the corner of his lips.
Sam and Bucky watch on in a daze, their heads tilted slightly to the side. They watch as the girls, including Elysia, stumble at some points and become behind at others, until they catch up.
Either way, they were proud of their goddaughter. And all four couldn’t even distinguish the love felt for Elysia as she struts off stage.
-
When the play ends, each group comes out and takes a bow. When Elysia comes out with the flowers, taking her bow. You clap as the three men beside you whistle.
Elysia beams as she waves at her family, who wave at her back.
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It takes a handful of minutes before Elysia meets everyone in the lobby. She runs to you quickly, in her regular flats, wrapping an arm around your leg.
“Mommy! Daddy!”
You lean down to place a kiss on top of her head, as does Steve, who crouches down to hand her a bouquet of blue forget me nots. You watch as she jumps in her spot, elated at all the people who came just for her.
“Look who it! You did great,” your father booms, also handing her a bouquet of pink roses.
“You did amazing honey,” your mother dotes, bopping the tip of Elysia’s nose, which she giggles at.
“Thank you,” she smiles timidly at the compliments thrown at her.
Hugging both sets of her grandparents and her aunt, before reaching her godfathers who purposefully hug her so tight, so her laughter booms.
“You did amazing, Lys.” Bucky dotes, handing her another bouquet.
“You blew me away with your twirls.” Continues Sam, handing her the last one.
“It’s a pirouette, uncle Sam.” Elysia answers matter of factly. Comically, she stands before everyone using both hands to hold the great deal of bouquets in her arms.
“How was it up there, were you nervous?” You ask, running the back of your fingers down the side of her face.
“No, I did grandpa’s trick! everyone was a hot dog!” She answers in excitement. “You were a hot dog, you were a hot dog! And you..” she continues on.
“What..?” Steve asks, confused, turning to you.
“I’ll tell you later,” you laugh, squeezing his hand.
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a/n: this was supposed to be out yesterday, but family time prevailed lmao.
summary: y/n has an event to get to last minute, so steve has to take care of his daughter at work. in the universe of this one shot (read before)
pairings: dad!mafia/gang!steve rogers x wife!reader
warning: none just fluff!
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Today has just been a day. You have no excuse except for the fact that it slipped your mind and when your calendar notified you, an hour and a half before the event started your mind began to scramble.
Steve’s parents can’t watch Elysia because they have a date night. They offered to cancel, but you couldn’t ask them to do that. Natasha was out of town. You had even asked the babysitter, but it was too last minute for her. So, there’s one last option.
“Hey doll, you girls alright?” Steve smiles into his phone, happy to hear your voice.
“Hi, baby” you beamed, brushing on highlighter while keeping a careful eye on your daughter. Elysia was chilled out on your bed, entranced in an episode of Paw Patrol.
“Look, I’m really sorry, it slipped my mind, but I have an event to get to in a few. And there’s no one to keep an eye on Elsie. Can I drop her off to you?”
“Yeah, of course. I've been missing her a little extra today anyway.”
You sigh in relief, “I love you, you’re the best” you tell him, sending a kiss through the phone.
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It’s at least twenty-five minutes later until your heels are clicking against the lobby’s marble floor. Elysia’s designer baby bag is slung over your shoulder and your two-year-old is sitting on your hip as the two of you walk to Steve’s office.
You knock on the door twice, before you pull it open. As you enter, Steve’s head shoots up, then an affectionate smile graces his face at the sight of his favorite girls.
“Daddy!” Elysia cheers with grabby hands towards her father.
Steve walks over to greet the two of you; kissing Elysia’s cheek and neck, chuckling as she squirms because his facial hair is ‘ticklish’, before he brings her into his hold.
And before you know it, Steve brings his lips down onto yours. All while removing the baby bag from your shoulders. When he pulls away, he’s whistling with ardor as he spins you to give himself a 360 of what’s his.
Your body is flawlessly dressed in a customized cream suit with gold buttons. The coat wraps around you to accentuate your waist and breast, your pants hug your ass perfectly. As the pants flare out as they go down your leg. He loves how the diamond necklace and earrings he bought as one of your push gifts make your eyes twinkle.
Your cheeks heat up at the way he fawns over you. Many years later and you’d never get used to it.
When he stops you, his hand tugs your body to his, “You look..exquisite” he husks, squeezing your hand. “Mommy looks exquisite, doesn't she?” he asks Elysia who responds with an exaggerated nod.
“Look Quiz-it!” she garbles the tough word out
“Thank you, you two. But I have to head out if I want to make it on time.”
“Where are you headed anyway?”
“Maggie is throwing something for her launch,” you answer while fixing a boggle in Lys’ hair that held one of her space buns. “I promised I’d be there. I like this tie, it matches your eyes perfectly”
Your hand runs over the patterned blue tie. You didn’t get to see him this morning, as you usually do. He slipped out before the sun even came out, with just a kiss to your cheek as his ‘see you later’ so he wouldn’t disturb your sleep.
“Thank you. Drive safe and be safe, Joseph will be right behind you.”
You groan. He lavished the trait of overprotectiveness. There was one instance where you had begged and begged to roam free without anyone on your tail. It didn’t end well.
“Non-negotiable, text me when you arrive safely” he reminds you, grasping your chin for a kiss.
“Bye baby, I'll see you soon. Be good” you kiss her before pinching her chubby cheeks.
As the door shuts softly behind you, Steve and Elysia are stood in his expansive offices hands up in a wave. “Looks like it’s just me and you, baby doll, are you hungry?”
“No” she responds.
“Okay, would you mind if daddy worked for a little bit more?”
“It’s okay” she lisps.
-
Elysia is settled on her father’s lap, Steve’s phone in her tiny hands as she watches ‘The Princess and the Frog’. Occasionally her big eyes roam over the big screens on her father’s desk.
With his little girl present, Steve isn’t able to complete any of his gruesome tasks, just the light stuff with no pictures or videos.
“Daddy?” Elysia calls for him, her head tucked back.
“Babydoll?,” he answers, looking down.
“I’m thirsty, do you ‘ave apple juice?”
“Do I have apple juice? Do I-- are you kidding, how could you ask that.” while he throws his whole spiel, loving the wide smile on her face. His hand discreetly opens the mini fridge under his desk. It’s always packed with what she enjoys. He pulls out a juice box, and presents it to her like a magic trick.
“Yay!” she giggles, clapping her hand in glee before she grasps the juice box in both hands eagerly, in turn dropping her father’s phone to the ground. “Oops” she murmurs at the sound of the clatter.
“It’s alright, just remember to be careful next time” he responds, picking up the newest model.
Some time passes before Elysia grows bored and begins to squirm and whine.
He picks her up, placing each foot on his thigh.
“What’s up, why are you so crabby?,” he coos, running his forefinger down the slope of her warmed up nose while the other hand holds her up by her waist.
“Wanna play” she bounces her legs, pointing behind her.
He sighs, checking his watch: 6:03pm. Under twenty minutes until his meeting. So, they play to her heart's desire. He has a few of her favorite things stashed away so he pulls those out after shrugging off his coat.
Now, he’s sat criss-cross applesauce getting berated by his toddler and thankfully y/n has texted that she’s arrived safely.
“No, daddy! I’m the chef.”
“Okay, okay. Can I order an orange juice and sandwich, please” he orders through the small window of her Little Tikes play kitchen.
“Seven thousand dollars,” she tells him, hand out.
“Prices are a little steep, don't you think?” he jokes, but forgets it’s his two-year-old he’s talking to. “Tough crowd,” he continues, before dropping the fake, blue credit card into her hands.
“Hmm.” she hums while she thinks, “No monies. No food” she tells him this reproachfully, her eyebrows knit together as she drops the card in his hands.
“What?” he gawks, “You’re gonna let daddy starve?”
She sighs before dropping a banana into his palm, “Thank you, babydoll” he smiles, kissing her cheek through the screen as she giggles, her hard chef mask breaking through.
“Daddy, I don’t wanna play any more.”
“Yea? What do you want to do?”
“Stickers! Stickers! Stickers!” she chants to a tune, walking around to her father.
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Against his will, Steve is still sitting on the floor and his toddler stands before him. One of her tiny fists holds a sheet of glittery Lisa Frank stickers while the other places them on his face.
“Cat or tiger?” she asks, bending her head down.
“Tiger”
She beams, placing it on the middle of his forehead, then kisses it for good measure.
There’s an incessant buzz in the air. His phone against his presidential, dark wood desk. He goes to it immediately to see it’s a call from Bucky, therefore noticing the time. He’s ten minutes late. Steve Rogers is never late.
“Shit.” he mutters, ignoring the call to begin peeling off the stickers in a haste.
“Bad word, daddy!”
“Sorry, baby, sorry” he responds in a haste, when he’s sure his face is bare. He pockets his phone, shrugs on his coat, grabs his binder, and picks up Elysia as he dashes to the elevator.
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“Hi uncle bucky! Hi uncle sam!” Elysia bounces at the sight of her god fathers, waving at the two as she walks by on her father’s hip.
Steve walks in stoically, there was no way in hell he’d let his men enjoy him coming in flustered and out of sorts. Everyone was in attendance, and sat in their respective seats. When he begins to settle down and start the meeting there’s laughter in the air.
“The fu--” he stops himself, taking a deep breath. “Would anyone mind letting me in on what’s so hysterical?”
‘The fuck are you clowns laughing at’ is what he really wanted to say.
“You gotta..” Bucky stops to gather himself, a smirk on his face. “Got a little something there,” he points at his own jaw as a mirror.
Steve sighs, attempting to find the bright, pink, glittery sticker on his face when his little one speaks up, “I’ve got it, daddy” she peels it off easily and places it on her own cheek.
“Thank you, babydoll,” he kisses her hand before taking a seat at the head of the expansive table. Placing her on his lap and passing her a small bag of goldfish with her water bottle. Elys has pinky promised to be on her best behavior and Steve had promised that he’d make sure the meeting wouldn’t go as long as they usually do.
“Okay. As you can see we have a special lady with sensitive ears joining us today. Please keep your language clean and appropriate, however hard that may be.” Steve dictates, taking a glance at every man in this room to not take his words lightly.
The meeting drags on, they don’t have much of a choice to discuss some matters at hand. But these men are smart and know how to improvise…
“Uh, sunshine (Lloyd) was last seen at a recital (strip club) selling kool aid (drugs) to any of the girls that would take it. We assume it’s his way to sabotage the opening by… you know.” Tony flairs his hand around as a jester.
Before Steve is able to respond, a smaller voice gets to it, “Daddy, I love kool-aid. Alot alot alot!”
Steve chuckles at her cuteness.
Throughout the meeting everyone is meant to talk over and ignore the children's songs emitting from Steve’s phone. And the light, cute voice that sings along to some of them.
A pack of goldfish later with half a bottle of Elysia’s water. Steve keeps his promise to keep the meeting short, concise, and kid-friendly. Well-sorta, there was one slip up but Steve was quick to cover Elysia’s precious ears and stare down the incompetent imbecile.
He’s packing his things up, putting his notes and papers in order while his little girl giggles at her uncle Sam’s magic tricks: pulling a silver coin from her ear.
It’s her favorite and will get a laugh from her every time.
In no time, it’s just him and Ly descending via elevator. Steve has decided they both have had a long day, and going home early for once wouldn’t kill him. It was seven in the afternoon anyway, close to her bedtime.
He knows she’s had a long day when one of her small arms is wrapped over his neck as her head is tucked against the side of his neck.
He can’t lie that the thought of sleep sounds good to him. He knows you won’t be home till a little later. But he can’t until you’re home so he can cuddle into you as you both drift off.
“We’ll be home pretty soon,” he kisses her forehead just as the elevator dings!
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“Okay,” Steve sighs as he enters through the familiar emerald doors, placing the baby bag onto the coat rack. His dress shoes are toed off with speed and just as quick he pulls off his baby’s shoes.
He sets her down in the living room taking a seat on the couch.
“Daddy, I’m hungry,” she squeaks, walking over to the remote to bring to her father who understands her demand.
“Does a PB and J sound alright?”
“Mmmm” she drones on, her hands rubbing against her clothed stomach.
The sandwich is assembled at her request. Crust off the toasted bread and a little bit of honey drizzled on top of the peanut butter.
Elysia sits on Steve’s lap as she nibbles on her sandwich. Steve is dressed down in just his slacks and wife beater; braiding Elysia’s hair in two as she watches ‘Little Bear’ and eats her sandwich.
He struggles to do so at first, until y/n’s voice swims through his head. Reminding him what he needs to do.
As Lys chews and her father braids, she holds up half her sandwich in offer behind her. He smiles as he takes a small bite, smiling and moaning about how yummy it is and how thankful he is for her sharing. Then he kisses her cheeks, nipping in jest.
Once he’s finished braiding Elysia‘s hair and Elysia is done eating her food. She scrambles up until she’s latching onto her father. Her arms are thrown around his neck while her legs clamber to wrap around him.
Her cuddles are like sleeping sand to the mob boss. He rubs her back as he leans down parallel to the couch, his sock feet hanging off the arm of the couch.
“I love you baby doll. Best thing to happen to me and your momma.” he whispers, placing three kisses to her forehead.
“Love you” she slurs while her soft hand lands onto his cheek.
Without even knowing, his eyes are shut as his breath evens out and his arm circles around his angel’s body to keep her from rolling off of him.
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It was a great time. You were happy you got to support Maggie on her big day, but you missed your husband and the rambunctious little girl you were graced to raise.
You remove your heels, hissing as your sore feet hit the hardwood floor. The house is quiet as you toe into the house. You can see the living room light is on. You assume Steve has kept it on for you just as you do for him and it makes your heart sing.
As you walk in, to shut off the warm lamp, your heart really does sing at the picture perfect image: The father-daughter duo are knit together as they step in dream land together.
His brawny arm is wrapped around her body and his mouth is dropped open in a way you think is adorable. It makes the intimidating man everyone else sees morph into the wonderful, sensitive man you’ve married.
They’re still dressed in their day clothes, but nothing could ruin the cuteness overload.
You tiptoe towards the two, leaning over them as your hand runs through Steve’s hair, the other down his free arm.
He startles awake and his grip tightens on Elysia a little bit, but his body relaxes once he sees it’s you and smiles.
“Hey, seems like you two had a good day,” you whisper, your hand running over the braids Elysia adorned, those were not there before.
“We did,” he puckers his lips, and you lean down to peck him. “How was your night, have fun?”
His hoarse voice is like music to your ears.
“It was great. Missed you two a lot though. Thought of you and that sexy tie all night.”
He smirks at your shallow attempt, a glass box if you will.
“Yeah? I’ll finish getting her to bed and then we can discuss my sexy tie.”
“Perfect. Can’t wait,” you giggle warmly, kissing him one more time before you stroll to your shared bedroom.
He watches the way you saunter away, and if it weren’t for his baby in his arms he’d probably tackle you right then and there. But with much restraint he’s up and on his way to Elysia’s bedroom.
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“Baby, baby,” you giggle, a bit tipsy, as you try your hardest to fit the key into the door's lock. “I can’t open the door with you all over me.”
You laugh once more when Steve begins kissing your neck once again. His trimmed beard tickles your neck.
On the other hand, Steve had a bit too much to drink. And that's all your doing.
You know he feels he can never have too much to drink at these events, especially with you there. The events are filled with some of the most inimical people worldwide. So he always wants to be on his A-game for you. But that’s what body guards are for, you had argued. Pushing for him to have the time of his life with some of his friends.
Now here he was: drunk and his body cradling yours, as the two of you struggle to get in the house.
“I just love you, baby,” his words slur as he kisses your cheek.
“I love you too,” You tell him, so close to getting the fucking key to fit.
“I can’t wait to get you inside,” his voice rich and husky as he seals his promise.
“Baby, I don’t even think you could get it up right now.”
“Woah, woah, woah,” Steve removes himself as your shell, both arms up in defense while he takes a few steps back.
When your senses finally catch up that he’s no longer hovering over you. You quickly turn, just stopping him before he tumbles down the step.
You hold both his hands, then let one go to grab the side of this face, “Honey, your drunk off your ass right now—“
“I am not! You just called my game weak,”
“That’s not what I said, but I need you to stand silently so I can open the door, okay?”
“Okay, pretty” he answers, landing a soft peck on your lips.
You smile as you finally open the door, reaching behind you to clasp Steve’s hand so you can pull him in.
You close the door behind him, toeing your shoes off, giggling when he has trouble with his. But five ‘fucks’ later, he finally gets it done.
“Woooo!!” Steve shoots his hand up in a v, as if his team just won the super bowl.
You’re quick to drop his arms back down to his sides, “Shhh, baby. You’re screaming.”
“I am?! I’m sorry,” his hands cup your cheeks as he pulls you for yet another kiss.
“Honey,” you laugh into his sloppy kiss. “Let’s go to bed, hm? And get some water into you.”
“I don’t wanna do bed,” he whines. “I wanna do you,” he smirks, moving one hand to grip your hip.
“Tomorrow, okay? I’m really tired.” You feign a dramatic yawn.
“You are? Okay, that’s okay, okay?” he kisses your nose this time.
Drunk sex isn’t something that hasn’t been checked off your and Steve’s list. But Steve is sloshed and can barely walk straight, so sex would not be on the menu for tonight.
“Let’s head up.” You wrap his arm over your shoulder, walking up the steps carefully.
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He’s sitting at the end of the bed, his coat beside him, as you unbutton his dress shirt. You would’ve let him do it himself, but he was struggling with his lack of hand-eye coordination. Playfully slapping your hand every time your hands got close to his shirt. Giggling and joking that there would be no sexy times. That was until he had made you oath you’d keep your hands innocent.
Ever your affectionate, drunk lover.
“Are you sure you feel alright? Don't need to throw up or anything?” You ask Steve once again.
“I’m fine, I’m fine,” he tells you then takes another swig of water.
It only takes ten minutes until he’s in his sweatpants, with no boxers (under his request). You’re changed and ready for bed, tired out from an eventful day. Steve’s favorite movie playing in the background.
Steve cuddles up close, half his brawny body on yours, his leg splayed over yours, and his head nestled on your chest.
Your fingers run through his hair soothingly.
“Y/n?”
You hum a response.
“Thank you for taking care of me, I love you too,”
“I love you too.” you laugh breathily at his mistake.
A comfortable pause ensues.
“Y/n?” His hand shimmies under your t-shirt, to caress your soft skin.
“Yes, honey,” you can’t help but laugh at the way he calls for your attention. You don’t think you’ve heard your actual name from his mouth so consistently.
“I think I wanna— I know I want to start trying soon. I wanna be a dad, a good dad.”
Your hand stills.
“What?” Your voice is quiet and relayed with shock. Your heart no longer in your chest.
He wants to try. The two of you tied the knot two months ago. However, talk of whether you guys wanted to start a family or not was shut down by Steve every time. You never wanted to push, but you also wanted to know what to expect.
Either way, He was adamant that he wasn’t ready. There was no way he could raise a baby to be half a decent human being with his trauma lingering in the shadows, among other things
He sits up abruptly, “I know, I know. I’m not sober, but I’m not lying either. I’m ready, honey… if you are.” He grabs your hand and kisses your knuckles.
“Okay,” you smile, “If you remember, we’ll continue this conversation tomorrow?”
“Okay.” He kisses your cheek before cuddling into you once again. “I wanna be the perfect dad, y/n. The best.”
“You will be.”
You tell him sweetly, your eyes stinging as you run your fingers through his hair once more.
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a/n: srry it's been so long, college keeps me busy 24/7! here's this as i try and finish binky fairy pt. 2
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