#ordinary magic

[sirenaromana]

Pure happiness

In a world of fakes, look for genuine people.

[paradoxrose]

Ordinary Magic: Rocked to Sleep

Summary: The hardest days become a little easier when someone refuses to let you fall.

Words: 610

Status: Complete

A/N: This is based on something that actually happened with a friend of mine. Your author lives on feedback. All errors are mine.

Warnings: Steve Rogers x fem!Reader; Angst; Fluff

Disclaimer: I own nothing. No copyright infringement intended. This is not written for profit.

It had been one of those days where you just needed a hug. You somehow managed to make it through by wearing a convincing smile and insisting you were fine whenever anyone asked how you were doing. No one questioned the tightness around your eyes or the sighs you could not quite keep from escaping.

One thought carried you through the day. You were spending the evening with Steve. Being with him always made the world feel a little quieter.

The two of you sat across from one another talking about nothing in particular, laughing here and there as the tension slowly eased from your shoulders. Or at least you thought it had.

Steve's expression softened. "What's wrong?"

You looked up. "What?"

"You've been somewhere else all night." He ducked his head to catch your now lowered eyes.

You forced a small smile. "I'm okay."

He did not believe you for a second. "You don't have to tell me." His voice was as gentle as ever. "But come here."

You tilted your head.

"If you're not going to talk about it," he said, opening his arms, "at least let me hug you."

Your heart melted. Smiling gratefully, you stood and crossed the room. 

The moment Steve's arms wrapped around you, the carefully built walls around your emotions crumbled. A sob escaped before you could stop it. Then another. Your knees gave out beneath you.

Strong arms caught you before you could fall, effortlessly lifting you onto his lap as though there was nowhere else in the world you belonged. Steve simply held you. He wrapped you tightly against his chest and gently rocked the two of you back and forth while your tears soaked into the soft cotton of his T-shirt.

"I've got you," he whispered. Over and over. "I've got you."

You clung to him desperately, your fingers gripping the back of his shirt as though letting go might send you drifting apart completely.

Steve never loosened his embrace. He became your anchor. The steady beat of his heart beneath your cheek and the quiet certainty of his arms were the only things keeping you connected to the world while everything inside you finally broke loose.

Eventually the sobs faded into shaky breaths. The tears stopped. Only the trembling remained. Embarrassed, you shifted slightly. "I should…"

Steve tightened his arms just enough to stop you. "No."

You looked up at him.

He hugged you tighter to him. "Just stay here a while." 

You searched his face. There was not an ounce of judgment there. Only concern. Only patience.

Pressing his forehead to yours, he whispered. "I'll watch over you."

Something about those words settled the last of the storm inside you. You relaxed completely against him. 

Once he was sure you were no longer falling apart, his embrace softened. One hand slowly traced comforting circles across your back while the other gently combed through your hair. He never stopped rocking. The motion was slow and steady, as dependable as everything else about him. After a while Steve began humming softly.

You did not recognize the tune. It did not matter. It was warm. Comforting. Safe. 

Your eyelids slowly grew heavier. You fought to stay awake, not wanting to become one more thing Steve had to take care of tonight. The battle did not last long. Your breathing evened out. Your body relaxed completely against his.

Steve smiled to himself and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. "Sweet dreams," he whispered. Still holding you securely against his chest, he continued humming as sleep finally claimed you, content to keep watch for as long as you needed.

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[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

‘Hard as this may be to grasp, the Buddha, or awakened mind in each person, is whatever we are experiencing in the moment - the wind in the trees, the traffic on the freeway, the confusion we are feeling - if we but surrender to it. Surrendering to it means experiencing it fully, giving it our full attention, without struggling against it or trying to make it something other than it is. In opening to what is, without strategies or agendas, we touch what cannot be grasped - a moment of nowness, sharp and thin as a razor’s edge. And walking on this razor’s edge cuts through the struggle between self and other that separates us from a more immediate presence to life.’ - John Welwood, Ordinary Magic, Everyday Life as Spiritual Path.

[Alive On All Channels]

[reynoldsfilmscaps]

[lightthewaybackhome]

The perfect moment when your man finally gets home, exclaims how happy he is to see you and be home, you close the garage against the world, you listen to the sizzle of sausage, and smell the pancakes and maple syrup.

[jmelam]

“The most significant gifts are the ones most easily overlooked. Small, everyday blessings: woods, health, music, laughter, memories, books, family, friends, second chances, warm fireplaces, and all the footprints scattered throughout our days.

- Sue Monk Kidd

I'm sending so much love to you all today. I hope you notice lots of ordinary magic, no matter what your holiday looks like today ❤️❤️❤️

[rainbowtwo]

Surrender to What Is

‘Hard as this may be to grasp, the Buddha, or awakened mind in each person, is whatever we are experiencing in the moment - the wind in the trees, the traffic on the freeway, the confusion we are feeling - if we but surrender to it. Surrendering to it means experiencing it fully, giving it our full attention, without struggling against it or trying to make it something other than it is. In opening to what is, without strategies or agendas, we touch what cannot be grasped - a moment of nowness, sharp and thin as a razor’s edge. And walking on this razor’s edge cuts through the struggle between self and other that separates us from a more immediate presence to life.’

- John Welwood, Ordinary Magic, Everyday Life as Spiritual Path.

[idratherdreamofjune]

"This is a free country," I told her. "King Steve says I don't have to talk to anyone I don't want to talk to."

Ordinary Magic, by Caitlen Rubino-Bradway